#so hes just gonna discreetly get rid of it himself

[crystallizsch]

thinking about jamil’s hair snakes again bc of the one tag by @/sinjaangels (thank you 🙏) #overblot residue

at first i thought of it as a potion mishap but because of this tag i had another fun(tm) vision

so if i’m going for the route that the snakes were like a side effect of the overblot instead of potion shenanigans, i imagine the snakes just kinda slowly drain jamil’s energy / feed off his magic or something along those lines until he like ;;; idk perishes.

so despite the snakes’ “cuteness” and how the personalities are basically mini heightened versions of himself (which i realized is kinda similar to the tsums) jamil is not lying that theyre pretty evil bc theyre slowly killing him

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader

Part 3 to Truth or Dare and Truth or Dare Part 2

Fandom: Call of Duty

Character(s): Simon Riley, Reader, Soap

Summary: After being so rudely interrupted in the middle of you and your lieutenant's tryst, but he made a promise. "This isn't over." You hope that he plans to keep it, but when? Things might have to wait as you are assigned to a mission with him. But when being close proves to much, will both of you be able to hold off on your lust or will you succumb to all that tension?

Word Count: 8.2k

Warnings:

Part 4: READ HERE

Lt. Riley storms out of the munitions depot seething with frustration as he searches for the private waiting to relay Price’s message to him. Of all the fucking times to be interrupted, why in the hell did it have to be this one time when he was so close to exploring the depths of what the connection sparked between you could bring. Now he is left with nothing but anger and a sizeable bulge in his pants that he has to discreetly readjust before anyone can catch him hard as a fucking rock.

That piercing brown gaze locates the private standing against the side of the building a few feet from the door, his face red, his jaw tense, brow wrinkled up as if he is deep in thought about his predicament at having seen something he shouldn’t. The poor boy has no time to react as heavy-booted steps quickly approach before the lieutenant grabs him by the shoulders and pins him to the wall, glaring at him intimidatingly down through the holes of his mask. 

“Let’s get one thing fuckin’ straight, yeah? ‘Fore I let ya go ‘bout your business,” he says, his tone firm and menacing. “I’m only gonna say this once, so ya best listen up. Ya didn’t see a damn thing back there, nothin’ at all, got it private? It’s in your best interest to rid your mind of anything ya think ya might have misunderstood or there will be consequences that ya may not like. Is that clear?”

The private is visibly shaken by his threatening warning and struggles to speak. 

Dropping his voice, the lieutenant leans in. “Is. That. Clear?”

Quickly the private collects himself so that he can answer, if only to be released from the lieutenant’s fury. “Y-yes, s-sir,” he confirms. 

His answer seems satisfactory enough; Lt. Riley is sure his intimidation has done the trick to keep the boy quiet and he gives him a nod of approval. “Now,” the lieutenant says as he releases the scared private and sets him up straight before stepping back, “ya said Price is lookin’ for me? Did he mention what for?” 

“Y-yes sir,” he nods, his voice still shaky, but slowly calming down. “It’s about mission a-assignments.”

“Good man, you’re dismissed.”

With that the private scurries away as fast as he can to leave the lieutenant alone, ready to head towards Price’s office to see what this is all about. He gives one last, lingering glance back at the building, wishing he could just run back inside and pick up where he left off, but he steps off back across base back to where he had just been a little while before. 

As he walks he can’t help but wonder how much time is going to pass before he will get the chance to see you again. Who knows what this round of missions will hold; it could be weeks or months of being separated before you both get another opportunity like this.

With a sigh he heads into Captain Price’s office with no expectations other than the same routine that he is accustomed to: get in, get out, job well done. Yet as the lieutenant sits there listening to Price go into detail about the plans for what will be expected on this mission, he catches something that he thinks he’s misheard.

“Sir,” Lt. Riley cuts Price off in the middle of his thought, “can you repeat that last bit.”

Price raises an eyebrow; it isn’t like his lieutenant to interject like this. “Said since I’m wantin’ ya to take a group of the recruits out, I am sendin’ two sergeants with ya: Mactavish and our esteemed female sergeant that you just presumably saw. Help keep ‘em in line to make sure this isn’t a bust.”

The lieutenant’s heart skips a beat as the captain continues on with the brief synopsis of things that will get hashed out over the next days until departure, but Lt. Riley hears very little. Fuck, this is somehow both better and worse than being apart for any length of time. How the hell is he  supposed to stay sane when in such close proximity to you?

It’s a couple of hours before he is able to get away from under the discerning eyes of the captain, tasked with telling you about this new development in the morning. The thought alone of seeing you again keeps him up for most of the night as he runs over scenarios in his mind. You’re both soldiers highly trained in what you do, taught how to put things aside to focus on the task at hand; it should be fine, right? And yet… his skin still burns to feel yours against it.  

That doesn’t sound like he’ll be fine. He wonders if you’ll be just as miserable too?

The lieutenant decides that it is best to talk to you during your time training the recruits, hopeful that with so many people present it will keep you both tame. He makes his way to the range about midday and as he approaches he catches you in the middle of giving orders to a couple of recruits at the end of the range. Instead of announcing his presence immediately, he allows himself a few seconds just to watch you, his eyes following every curve of your body that he can catch even through your clothes. 

There’s no sign anything is amiss until you notice a few recruits are now distracted and no longer participating in the current activity and you follow their eyeline to see the lieutenant standing not far from the group. He nods his head to you in beckoning to come to him and immediately you can feel the heat in your cheeks blossoming until they are glowing warm. 

What could he want? you wonder to yourself.

Turning back to your bunch of recruits, you give your order so that you won’t be disturbed while you go see what’s up. “Continue on for a few rounds, switching partners every empty clip while I speak with Lt. Riley,” you bark and they immediately fall into line. “And I have my eyes on you so don’t fuck anything up. Got it?” 

A round of yes ma’ams trail behind you as you make your anxious way over to the lieutenant, the rapidly thudding beat of your heart making your steps brisk. Even from here you can see his hands gripping onto the straps of his tactical vest, knuckles almost white, as if he is struggling to stay composed. Your eyes meet as you near and all that intensity comes flooding right back into your body to leave you aching with a need to get closer, though you force yourself to stop with a bit of distance still between you. 

“Yes, sir?” you ask, pausing to swallow to keep your voice steady. “How can I help you?”

“Word from Price,” he answers as his eyes inadvertently begin to gravitate to your mouth before he forcefully guides them away. “Mission assignment for next week. You, Soap, and several of the more seasoned recruits will be with me on recon for a few weeks. Nothin’ too intense, should be an easy enough job.”

“Oh?” you say in stunned surprise as your breath hitches. This is the one thing you hadn’t accounted for being a problem so soon, being stuck together on a mission with all this built-up attraction still so hot and heavy between you. 

Things are about to get a lot harder and you hope you can make it through without incident.

You must be blushing something fierce now as you can feel it burning in your face the more you contemplate your predicament. In the middle of your thought you notice the lieutenant quickly glance at the group of recruits to your back to be sure they are occupied completely as he steps in towards you and reaches up to swiftly stroke his gloved fingers against the side of your cheek before anyone sees him do it. It takes everything in you not to turn into a puddle at his feet from the contact.

As he brings his hand away from your face, he steps in even more and leans his head down until his mouth is near your ear. “I swear I’m gonna remedy this fuckin’ thing between us soon as I can,” he says in a guttural, breathy whisper as he places a quick kiss to your face with his mask-covered lips. “Just hang on a bit longer. You can do that for me, yeah? Just a couple weeks and then you’re mine.”

He doesn’t know why he just did that, it’s too risky to pull off such a stunt in the open like this, but it seems to be an automatic reaction the way any part of his body simply wants to get closer to you. Though he enjoys it, it is a bit unnerving that he can’t seem to control himself when you are around. Clearing his throat, he shifts back into that detached facade to hide behind until he can put some distance between you.

“We will be ready to deploy Tuesday, 1300 hours. Price will send for you to brief on all necessaries,” he says as he stands back upright. “We’ll just have ta fuckin’ try and keep this under control, yeah?”

You nod silently.

Having finished relaying the information he hurriedly exits, leaving you alone to collect yourself so that you can get through the rest of your day, but that is a monumental task in itself now. If this is the reaction you both have whenever you’re near, what will the weeks you’ll be stuck together bring? You hope you can deflect your thoughts away from all this by staying even busier than usual.   

The days leading up to departure are a haze as you try to reconcile that you are going to have to share space with Simon. You fill every single second with any task you can pull, just trying to keep your mind away from the inevitable for as long as possible. Maybe if you never stop, you’ll never have the chance to pine for him; it’s not your best plan, but it works for a few days.

Departure day finally arrives and you immediately are put to the test. As the team loads onto the transport plane meant to take you most of the way, you find yourself the last to board and wouldn’t you know that the only seat available to you is right next to the lieutenant himself. Those brown eyes deep set into that skull mask lock on to you the minute you set foot on board and don’t leave until you take the spot next to him. His body stiffens against you as you get situated in the tight space, matching your body’s reaction. 

God, he wants to touch you so bad it physically hurts, but there isn’t a chance that someone wouldn’t see and so he grits his teeth to try and bear it until you land. Next to him, your heart is fluttering a mile a minute, though you aren’t handling it as well as he is. It is the longest flight you both have ever experienced and it cannot end fast enough. By the time you both exit, you feel like you’ve run a marathon just with how much you had been holding your breath through the whole thing.   

It is a short trek to the safehouse designated for your stay and the team reaches it a few hours before nightfall. A small, rundown house waits for you and that means you’ll be on top of each other, though there’s a shack out back that must have been a tool shed at some point now long since abandoned. Good, maybe you can hide away in there at points when things get too much. 

It’s routine at this point how things go in the field: clearing the area, setting up, breaking down rolls for who does what, which is lucky because your mind is not clear enough to focus on more detailed tasks. How can it be when you’ve spent the last several hours sitting beside the one man in the whole fucking taskforce that you want to screw until neither of you can move? 

You need to put some space between you and soon just to get him out of your head for a while to calm down. Even with how tight you’ll be packed together, it will still be farther than you want to be from him. But thoughts like this are dangerous, so when the time comes to discuss watch duty assignments for the night, you spring at the chance to get outside and speak up before anyone else can take that away from you.

“I’ll take the first watch,” you say just as Johnny poses the question. “I’m still wide awake, so I might as well get it out of the way.”

“Damn, ye sure did answer fast; wanna get away from us that bad, lass?” Johnny jokes, elbowing you in the side. 

You scrunch your nose and bob your head at him, the typical interaction helping you to get out of your thoughts. “Well, yeah, there’s enough b.o. to suffocate someone in here already,” you pick back, “gotta get some fresh air when I can. Now, fucking can it. Anyway, is that all good, sir?”

Turning your attention to your superior, you wait for his reply and see a strange spark flash through the pupils of his eyes. It’s almost too subtle to tell properly whether or not it’s something more than just the shadows cast by his mask playing tricks on your vision, but does it really matter? As much as you want something to happen between you, you are here to do a job and that is top priority for everyone, including and most of all Lt. Riley. 

“That’s fine,” he agrees while diverting his gaze even as he speaks to address the group about setting up for the night, though you can’t help feeling like that is not the real reason he can’t look at you. 

Making sure your area is set up how you want it, you double-check your vest and weapon to be sure you will have everything you need for your watch. You set a timer for the clock on your wrist so you’ll know when you should be relieved and then you decide to get a preliminary sweep of the area to be sure of the lay of the land before it gets completely dark. As you head outside, a flash of lightning ripples through the clouds approaching from the distance; it’s going to be an interesting night, that’s a given.

Lt. Riley secretly follows you with his eyes until he can see you move out of earshot and out the front door, only then does he make his way over to the young Scottish sergeant currently setting up his cot in the corner of the room. This is a fucking terrible idea that the lieutenant should immediately reconsider, but he cannot let this go. Bad idea or not, he is in it now no matter what.

Standing at his back until Soap turns around, the lieutenant doesn’t hesitate to speak up the moment the sergeant faces him. “Informin’ ya now, I’ll be the one takin’ second watch,” he says as flatly as he can, even though there is a pronounced pounding in his chest as he says it.

Soap raises an eyebrow before he crosses his arms with a smirk at the corner of his mouth. “Is that so? Hmm…right after sergeant sass?” he questions curiously as his gaze drifts to the door.

The lieutenant’s eyes narrow into a glare behind the mask. “Ya got a fuckin’ problem with that, Mactavish?” he challenges. “Do I need ta make it more clear who’s in charge here?”

“No, no,” Soap says as he shakes his head, “but… ye know ye don’t have ta go to all this trouble; if ye want some alone time, all ye got ta do is say so.”

A distant rumble of thunder sounds from outside the house to add atmosphere to the death glare that Soap is currently receiving after just having said what he did. “Careful,” the lieutenant warns. Guess any picking is off the table for right now, at least if the sergeant doesn’t want to end up in his superior’s bad graces. 

“Alright, I hear ye. You’re on second watch, sir,” he agrees with a chuckle as another crack of thunder echoes through the darkening sky that can just barely be spotted through the window from where they are standing. Soap draws attention to it with his head and Lt. Riley’s eyeline follows. “Though ye might wanna bring an umbrella later, ye know on account a things possibly gettin’...wet.”

There is something in that last bit that doesn’t sound like Soap’s usual witty remarks, something about the emphasis he puts on the last word is a bit more on the nose, as if he wants to say something about things he shouldn’t, but the moment is gone as Soap continues with setting up his cot and Lt. Riley dismisses it as coincidence. Nothing has happened this far that would give anything away… right?

A few hours pass and everyone has finally hunkered down for the night… Well, everyone except the lieutenant. Try as he might, he cannot relax. His limbs feel jittery as he lays stirring in his cot, staring into the dark as distracting thoughts race through his mind. The more he focuses on them the warmer he gets until he has to roll up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows just to get some relief from it clinging stiflingly around his body. 

It’s still too early for the next watch change, but he can’t just lay here, not when he knows you are right outside the door all alone as everyone is asleep inside. What his plan is he doesn’t fully understand yet, all he can think about right at this moment is just to be near you again. And these types of moments might be the only small chances he will get to even just spend a minute in your company while you’re here.

He gets up and cautiously makes his way through the scattered sleeping team, quiet and careful with his movements until he can make it out the house and into the cooler weather of a gathering storm about to break. The rolls of quiet, distant thunder are more frequent now as he shuts the door behind him, the first drops of precipitation starting to sprinkle over the skin of his bare forearms as he goes in search of you.

Barely getting far, the crunching sound of boot steps are headed his way and he waits on baited breath as you round the corner from the back of the house to return to the spot that you’ve designated at the front for you to sit until your watch ends. Your sight catches a figure standing there in the darkness as you approach, silhouetted by the dim moonlight; by the size of the shadow you instantly know who it is and your heart leaps into your throat. 

“All clear?” he asks as you come to stop before him.

“Si..sir,” you go to address him, but a momentary lapse makes you stumble over his title as you almost say his name, though you quickly recover. 

Simon chuckles; by your reaction it seems like you’ve been thinking of distracting things as well. Guess that means he isn’t the only one suffering. “We’re alone,” he reassures. “Everyone else’s asleep.”

You nod in acknowledgement. “I was just checking the perimeter and the shed,” you say as you point to the small shack out back behind the house. “Still empty. I have a clear view of it from here so I’d know if anything got in there, but I like to be thorough. Everything else is all clear, though.” 

It feels like you are rambling just to stall asking the question you desperately want to ask: why is he out here right now. It couldn’t be that he wants…? No, it is already understood that anything between you is put on hold until later; this must be something else and you chastise yourself internally for getting so worked up over nothing. 

As nonchalantly as possible, you bring up your curiosity. “So, what’re you doing up right now? It’s not time for anyone to relieve me yet.”

His stance shifts. “I know,” he says plainly.

“I-is something wrong?” you continue your line of questions. “I haven’t heard anything inside or out.”

Simon pauses as another rumble of thunder fills the background through the light percussive sound of raindrops trickling around you. “Ya know why I’m out here,” he says quieter, unsure if he even should admit it. “I had ta see ya.” 

An ache slowly spreads through your chest at his words, your heartbeat pounding, the air not filling up your lungs as you watch him take a few steps so that he can reach out to you and take your hand in his gloved one. He leads you both back around the corner of the house a little further from the entrance to conceal you against the side and out away from any prying eyes. 

The light sprinkling picks up as a ripple of lightning flashes across the sky so that the shadows it causes dance across your features. Water begins to stream down over your bodies, coating you in a layer of dampness that soaks through your clothes, your hair, over your skin until everything is moist. It doesn’t take much for Simon’s balaclava to quickly collect too much water for him to stay comfortably underneath it and so without hesitation he takes it off to tuck it into the back pocket of his pants.

He doesn’t mind keeping it off, not around you.

There it is, that face that you have been longing to get a better look at: those beautifully distinct chiseled features with their slight imperfections caused from injuries past. He truly is a fantastic sight, though you may very well be biased now as it wouldn’t have mattered what he had hidden under there, the way you feel around him is attractive enough; this is only a bonus. 

You want to reach out and run your fingers along his cheek, but you know it’s risky. It’s been hard enough being here with him already without making contact; you know if you’re not careful with yourself you might not be able to stop and that could risk putting him in a position he doesn’t want to be in yet. 

But as you both stand there in the silent company of the other trying to find the words, he moves first.

His gloved fingers travel across the skin of your forearm, stroking it up and down as he holds your gaze captive. “Ya know, every single fuckin’ time someone’s said your name on the way out ‘ere, all I can think ‘bout is how I wanna feel ya against me again,” he confesses in hushed murmurs. “Been strugglin’ like hell to hold it all together for the sake of tha mission, but it’s only gettin’ worse. I can’t do it tonight.”

You swallow to coat your dry throat as his lustful words nearly choke you. “Simon,” you whisper in a dreamlike stupor. “What are you doing?”

The pads of his fingers glide determinedly across your palm and down to the sensitive tips of your own fingers.“I need ya,” he says through a heavy sigh. “I need ya so fuckin’ bad, luv.”

What’s breathing and how do you do it again? How in the hell are you meant to hold it together and do your job with desperate words like those being spoken to you in such an aching way? Is this all some sort of punishment? If Simon meant to come out here to torture you, then he has succeeded perfectly.  

“I need ya however I can get ya; I’ll fuck ya in the goddamn dirt if ya want,” he continues as his touch leaves your hand and moves to tease around the top edge of your belt situated between your vest and your shirt. “Just can’t stay away from ya a fuckin’ second more. Gotta make good on my promise ‘fore it eats me alive.”

Your eyes turn to the front of the safehouse as if expecting someone to come popping out at any moment to interrupt this clandestine meeting. “What about the others?” you question as your attention is turned back to him. “We could get caught. You know our track record.”

“I don’t care,” he says firmly as he leans in until his face is inches from your own. “We’ve fuckin’ waited long enough for this. I need ta be inside ya, sweetheart.” 

Being this close with all this moisture coating you both head to toe, blood pressure rising with the agony of his words, skin aching from the proximity of your bodies, it’s too much. You are burrowed into his mind completely now and try as he might to keep sane, your venom is already flowing through his veins. He cannot stand here and simply take it anymore. Those full lips that are so tempting from afar, are unbearable when within range; if you want this to stop you are going to have to be the one to leave because he won’t.

“But if ya don’t wanna do this, you’re gonna have ta walk right back inside that fuckin’ house this second ‘cause I’m not gonna be able to control myself for much longer,” he says, that gravelly voice overflowing with need. “Not with how your lips are callin’ my name.”

The overwhelming tension radiating between your bodies, that steamy, sticky, air that clings to you even through the rain suffocates your every sense until you can’t see straight. The darkness surrounds you like a curtain, concealing you from the world in its protective barrier that is only cut through by the pale moonlight drifting through the clouds to make the rain shimmer like 

crystals as it falls. 

At the back of the safehouse, there is only you and him. Everything else ceases to exist. 

You stare back up into his face, watching as droplets of rain cascade down one by one off the tips of his long eyelashes and the ends of his short, pale hair to fall onto his cheeks and through the dark stubble covering his jawline. The tension is so stifling that it feels like it will suffocate you under the pressure. You don’t want him to remove his fingertips from your frame; he knows just how to embrace your body in a way you have never felt before and you’ve never been more alive than you are under his touch.

With a little hesitation your subconscious makes the choice for you about what to do next and you lower your gaze as the overwhelming need to reach out to him causes you to extend your arm without thinking. Your fingers make contact with his damp clothes and run the lines along his hip bones as they explore the curvature of his body where the wet fabric clings to his form. 

A sharp, sudden exhale out of his nose is followed by a deep, bassy groan. Even over his clothes the electricity of your touch sends him into a tailspin. Your movements betray your innermost thoughts to him, but still he needs you to use your words and say it aloud. He watches as your eyes follow the path of your fingers over him and uses the opportunity to take off his gloves and stuff them away in his vest so that he can feel you as he goes in.

Your gaze drifts back up his body to look into his eyes as his balmy, moist palm is placed at the base of the back of your head, his thumb resting against your cheek. “Tell me what ya want,” he says.

Melting into his touch, your lips form the words effortlessly before you can even stop yourself. “Kiss me.” 

Oxygen disappears as he leans in so that there is barely any space left between you, his mouth so close you can feel the warmth of his breath make the skin of your lips tingle and suddenly every thought outside of the ecstasy of this moment evaporates. There is no mission, there are no other soldiers here mere feet from you, there are only the two of you in a world of your own. With a few deep, jagged breaths his gaze locks to your lips and you feel him hesitantly go in and pull back before his mouth closes the distance to overtake yours in a fierce kiss.

And your fate is sealed.

The cool precipitation runs down between your faces to make your mouths slick, causing your lips to glide across one another as Simon desperately overpowers your mouth. He is relentless in the way he consumes your kiss; no sooner has he broken the connection to quickly swallow down air then in the next second he is already back in as if he needs to feel you more than he needs to breathe. 

Wet strands of hair around your face stick to your cheeks as he presses his features into yours so hard that you can’t catch your breath and the skin around your jaw stings from the abrasion of his stubble. Yet all that moisture is doing nothing to dampen the way you are burning for him; you need to see what happens if given the chance to go all the way. 

“Say ya need me too,” he groans against your lips and into your open mouth. “I have ta hear it. Say ya need me ta fuck ya good, that you’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout me all this time. Goddammit, say it.”

“I need you so fucking bad, Simon,” you whimper. “So bad it hurts. I can’t take it anymore.”

Your desperate words make him ache with an overwhelming ferocity that causes him to lose control. He shoves your back into the wall behind you and pins you to it as he bombards your mouth with his unrelenting passion, open-mouthed kisses overtaking your lips until you can feel them swell and burn from the pressure.

“Christ, I wanna make ya come so fuckin’ bad,” he growls. 

“Please,” you beg, giving into him completely. “I can’t wait. Not again.” 

You’re right, no waiting, not this time; he is not giving anything or anyone the chance to ruin this. The beast of his desire has him in a chokehold so agonizing that it will not let him go until he gets exactly what he needs, what you both need, until he completely loses himself in you. Some place hidden is what he desperately has to find now.

The shed is only a few yards away and his kiss-drunk mind makes the instant decision that it will have to do. At least you will have some privacy out of the rain; that is enough. As long as he gets inside you that is all he can ask for. 

“Come on,” Simon is able to get out as he grabs your hand tightly in his grip and starts to walk in long strides straight for the tiny shack just off the main house. You reach it in no time and he doesn’t stop as he flings open the door and pulls you inside behind him, leaving you to stand in the middle of the small space as he scrambles to block the door; there isn’t a chance in hell anyone is going to get to you both now.  

Not until he has had his way with you.

It physically pains him to be away from your lips for this long as he makes sure everything is secure, but it’s gotta be done. Once satisfied and not wanting to waste any more time away from your body, he moves right back into you and his mouth is crashing onto yours before you can blink. Its inherent, primal, a reaction as innate as breathing the way his lips know the exact way to embrace yours in that dance of back and forth as if you’ve done it for years.

To think he would have never gotten the chance to experience them had it not been for Mactavish’s idiotic game. Fuck, how could something so inconsequential lead to something so explosive that it is the only thing he craves above anything else?

Those determined hands of his paw blindly between your bodies, searching for the tabs at the sides of your tactical vest so that he can pull them to release it; there are more layers he has to get through this time. He breaks away from you so that he can flip the front of your vest over your head and throw it off your torso. Before it even hits the wooden floorboards he is hurriedly doing the same to himself, taking his shirt with it, before capturing your lips all over again; he will not stay away if he can help it and those pauses as he undresses you will be filled with him devouring your kiss.     

His fingers fill themselves with your shirt, clawing at it desperately trying to rip the wet fabric from your form without a care if he tears it to fucking shreds. The rough calluses on his hands create delicious friction along all that soft skin of your stomach as he goes up and under to rip both it and your bra off your head, making you gasp mutedly into his mouth. 

Pausing he can’t help staring at all this new, warm skin at his disposal. The nipples on your breasts are already hardening as they hit the cool atmosphere outside your clothes and he runs a greedy finger over the tiny rosebuds to feel them stiffen more from his touch. You are absolute in your perfection, a sight of sinfully decadent flesh that his mouth wants to get a hold of.

Strong arms wrap around your lower back to keep you locked to him as he bends his head down until his face reaches your breasts and he can bury himself against them so his lips can suck your nipple into his mouth. The moment his lips touch skin you arch your back with a shocked moan at how the suction sends waves of euphoria flooding through your limbs that only builds the longer he sucks. 

“Don’t stop,” you plead. 

Under his touch it feels just like heaven; there cannot be anything better than this. 

“Not this time, not till I fuckin’ make ya come,” he reassures in a husky, muted growl with his mouth full of you before he switches to the other breast, leaving neither out of their overdue pleasure. “You’re mine tonight. Ya hear me: mine.” 

The stubble on his chin pricks against the delicate skin of your breasts as he devours them, taking as much of the tissue into his mouth as he can hold as his tongue skillfully strokes around the areolas. All those contradicting sensations only add to the stimulation until your hips grind into him for the friction to relieve the pulsing in your clit. 

Heavy rain pelts down against the roof over your heads to drown out the sounds of your arousal; he needs to experience them all and so he has to get you closer. There are things he wants to say, dirty things he has fantasized about growling into your ear since that night when this whole fucking thing started and as his fingers itch to play with your pussy, he knows the way to make it all happen exactly as he wants.

Pulling his mouth from your chest, he moves from against you to situate himself sitting on the ground. Quickly he grabs onto your hips to spin you around so that he can promptly pull you down to sit in the middle of his lap. That throbbing bulge barely being contained by his pants is straining even harder now that there is pressure over it and you can feel it pulse into the muscle of your ass as your back molds into the contours of his broad chest and sparsely hair-covered abdomen.

You lean your head back against his shoulder as you enjoy the feeling of being wrapped up in him and he takes that as an invitation to lay more of his claim to your skin. All that gorgeous flesh of your neck is ready to be sucked and bitten till he has branded it with his mark. Taking your chin in his hand, he moves your head out of the way and immediately pounces on it. 

“Goddammit sweetheart, I’ve been in fuckin’ hell since even before we got ‘ere,” he murmurs in anguish into your throat, his heat-filled words warming your skin as his breath drifts down your exposed chest. “Thought I was gonna rip myself apart bein’ forced to only look and not touch. I’ve never wanted to feel someone more in my whole goddamn life than I do ya.”

His hands slip down your chest, drawing goosebumps from your bare body everywhere his fingertips grace until your mind is so numb you can’t feel your limbs; your body only exists in the places where he decides to touch. The poetry of his fingers leaves all those unspoken desires he has yet to fully acknowledge across your skin, searing the flesh until it is branded for him and him alone. His roughness makes you whimper open-mouthed into the air. Down the sides of your waist his hands travel, over your hips to cross in front of your belly button and finally his hand reaches your pants. 

“Been thinkin’ ‘bout your body in the worst fuckin’ ways,” he says with a growl. “You’ve been in my goddamn head since that first kiss. Never thought I could crave somethin’ so fuckin’ bad that I can’t let it go and I want to make ya to feel the same. I want ya so out of your fuckin’ mind from me that ya can’t function.” 

Undoing the belt buckle and button, he pulls down the zipper of your pants with feverish speed until he creates an opening that he can slip his hand into. Once inside he keeps going all the way down to the elastic that he has to fiddle with to get inside your panties. You let your knees fall open to give him more access as he finally reaches that sensitive mound between your thighs. He can feel just how warm you are, the damp heat radiating off your cunt and into his palm as he cups his hand up against your sex.

Your back jolts into his chest at the intense pressure. “Fuck,” he gasps into the crook of your neck. “There ya are, pretty girl. Goddammit, your pussy feels so fuckin’ good.”

His chest is tightening with his rapid breathing as he takes his middle finger to heavily drag over the slit of your cunt until he pushes through and it slips in between your silky petals right to your core. Again your body jolts into him as those thick fingers rub through the sensitive slit and then up so he can find what he is searching for: that small bundle he wants to stroke until you are dripping and grinding on his fingers. 

He can’t help himself once he gets his first real feel of how slick you are down there; it’s more beautiful than he could have ever imagined and brutishly he draws out concise circles with the pad of his finger on your clit. The heightened tension of this finally being the moment you have waited for, being with the man that has made you a mess without even trying, and the way his fingers work that tiny pleasure center like he owns it only makes the euphoria more intense. 

You are drowning in him.  

Your body writhes and squirms as his thick finger suddenly collects a friend to join it and they both travel together to your entrance to spread you open so they can slide up inside and stretch you out. Your hips start to roll over his hand in direct response to his stimulation, grinding so he has to keep an arm around your waist to keep you from bucking off his lap, but it is worth it just to feel the way your body moves against him.

“That’s it, ride ‘em, pretty thing,” he groans at the side of your head. You could almost hear it in his voice how much he is enjoying the sounds of you falling apart because of him.

That deep, permeating warmth gathering in your abdomen begins to spread throughout your entire form, its mind-numbing effects making it hard to speak, yet it isn’t enough. His fingers have taken you almost all the way, but you need him, need his cock filling you up and you need it now.

“Simon, fuck… please put it in,” you say breathlessly. “I want you in me. Now. God, I need it so fucking bad.”

Fucking hell, the desperate whine in your voice is enough to make him come. The moment is here and there is no chance that he is going to be able to do anything other than immediately grant your request after all the pining, all the tension you’ve had to struggle through. All of it comes to a head here and now.

“I’ve been fuckin’ dreamin’ of doin’ this,” he says as he helps you slip out of your boots and pants so that you sit there naked as you wait for him to do the same. “If we would’ve been alone in the rec that night… goddammit, your pussy would already know the way my cock feels, sweetheart.”

As soon as he’s done he pulls you back, turns you to face him, and helps you up onto your knees so you can straddle over his lap. Even through the haze of ecstasy, your sight catches the first glimpse of his body and you can’t stop the way your hands immediately splay over the sparse bit of hair covering his broad chest and stocky abdomen, trailing down towards his V line. Then you see it, what’s been prodding against you all this time; fuck, he’s big.

As your fingers run between the pectorals on his stomach, you can feel the moment his breath hitches. You will be the death of him and him you.

Your eyes meet again and he secures his hands around the curves of your hips. Here it is, the moment of no return. Time seems to stand still as you feel him position the fat tip of his cock at your entrance. 

“Breathe for me,” he says and with that he slowly shoves your hips down until the head is able to slip inside.

The girth of his phallus stretches you out as it fills you and the world falls away into nothingness as you cry out with the pleasure of his body as he keeps pressing down on your hips until the entirety of him rests inside you. It is overwhelming, the sensation that takes a hold of your soul and doesn’t let go, the one of finally having him. Try as you might to not let this get out of hand, you know it is already too late. Nothing, absolutely nothing in this whole fucking world can ever compare to the way your body feels wrapped around his cock: the glorious stretch, the fullness, the throbing that you can feel pulse inside you. 

And from the sounds Simon is now making, you know he feels the same.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck,” that deep agonized whimper echoes through the shed as Simon’s hands bear down hard into your hips so he can keep you still until he can steady himself. His head falls against your forehead where it rests. “…s-shit…so fuckin’ good, luv.”

As he moves your body slowly up and down over his lap, making you bounce on his cock, he realizes that he will not be the same after this. Christ, you are the worst type of addiction; no matter how much he gets he only wants more. Simon is inside of you and yet even that isn’t enough. He wants to fuck you to the point of ruin, so that you will be his and only his from this day forward because there is no coming out of this unscathed.

Even within the first few minutes of being inside you he is already pussy drunk off how beautifully your walls contour to his shape, holding him fixed in all that warmth and wetness, and that leaves him unable to take things slow. Without warning Simon tilts you both back slightly so that he can take over and fuck you even rougher now. 

His fingers grip into the muscles of your hips hard enough to leave purple fingerprints as he pounds up into you furiously. Your body shakes with each snap of his hips as he slams into you with a feral roughness that his brain forces on him as he can only think of one objective: for you both to come.

“Look at me,” he demands through ragged breaths as he grabs at your face with those large hands; he’s falling apart so fast now, “keep those pretty eyes on me. I need… shit…I need ta see what they look like the moment ya come. My fuckin’ pretty girl.”

The rain that had coated your bodies moments before almost turns into steam as the passion of his movements fill the air with so much heat. You are completely at his mercy, his hulking size overwhelming you so that he can do with you as he pleases, but the way he thrusts deeper and deeper only draws you closer to that razor’s edge; it’s approaching fast.

“Fuck, don’t stop Simon, please, I’m so close,” you plead through your panting, your toes curling into the floor as the stimulation makes your brain blank. It’s there, right there; just a bit more and you will fall over the precipice.

He pumps with everything in him and that is it; with a shudder your orgasm rockets through you fiery hot, making your body writhe in his grasp as you cry out and a loud clap of thunder rings through the heavens to drown out the sound. You try to fall against him, but he won’t let you. That firm grip keeps your head up so that his eyes can take in everything about the moment as it crosses your face and fuck is it beautiful.

God, it won’t stop, second after second your orgasm just keeps pulsing with relentless intensity and Simon isn’t letting up. He can’t, he’s so fucking close he can taste it. Shit, the way your engorged walls are fluttering something fierce he just needs a little more friction and he’ll come too.

Bringing your face in he takes your mouth with all the roughness he has left as he allows himself to let go and with a few more thrusts, that is it. At the last second he rips his cock out of you and nestles it between your bodies as he milks out all that warm cum along your stomach, coating you with all that pent up tension he has been holding on to all this time. His abdominal muscles contract hard, heart pounding out of his chest, body writhing as a shiver runs up his spine until his movements finally slow and he stops, completely spent. 

Rain slacks off as you both just sit there a moment, panting to catch your breath as he holds you securely wrapped in his arms, face still close as if he only ever wants to breathe the same air you breathe, his nose nuzzling against yours as his lips fight to stay off of you long enough that you can both settle. It takes a few minutes, but finally he can feel his limbs again.

Just then the alarm on your watch begins its high-pitched beeping to signal that your relief is meant to take your place on guard duty. You laugh under your breath as it seems it’s now your opportunity to say those fucking words that seem to be the signal of the end of your time together. 

“Times up,” you say quietly, but he just shakes his head.  

“You’re not goin’ anywhere, sweetheart,” he replies firmly as his arms tighten around your form, “not yet. You’re still mine for now, I’ll deal with tha rest ‘a the shit later. I’m not lettin’ ya leave me.”

There’s no way you are going to fight him on it; you want to stay here with him a little while longer as well. Leaning in, you rest your head against his chest to listen to the beat of his heart as it continues to slow with each deep breath. As he sits there bundled up with you in that glowing euphoria as you both come down from the high, he knows this is only the beginning of something that he cannot stop. 

And maybe for the first time in his life, he doesn’t want it to.

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[stinkysam]

Eddie Brock - Alien

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : How about being Eddie and venom's new hot tall neighbor who just moved in and them having bi panic and simping over him

Reader : male (you/he)

A/N : bold is Venom talking // Part TWO

Their neighbor had quickly and quietly moved out.

Yeah, the one that played loud electric guitar. He's gone.

They didn't care when or why he left, even though Eddie had a little idea about it.

But now there's someone new that's moving in and despite being reluctant at first, Venom and Eddie quickly warmed up to the idea, especially after seeing you, the new neighbor, through their window.

You had moved in rather quickly before knocking on their door to present yourself. You shared your name and where you came from and exchanged a few more words, Venom silently listening in the back of Eddie's head.

"Holy shit." Venom said in his head.

Eddie said nothing, listening to you instead.

"He's hot !"

Instantly Eddie felt awkward, not knowing how to talk to you anymore. He didn't think of it, but Venom was right, you were kinda… hot.

"Eddie, tell him you like him."

Eddie coughed out a "No" discreetly enough for you to not notice it.

"Then invite him in !"

The inside of this flat flashed in Eddie's mind, showing his trashed kitchen and hanging car tires. He closed the door on himself more, so you could not see it, in a way that made you think you were taking too long and needed to end the discussion.

Which you did, quickly thanking him for his time and leaving to your side of the apartment.

"Good job he ran away !"

"That's your fault, V." Said Eddie, closing the door behind himself.

"How ?!"

He did not answer, feeling like it would be too complicated to explain and looked around. It truly looked like a fire hazard. Holes in the ceiling, claw marks on the walls, the cereals on the floor, ketchup on the walls along burn marks and so on…

"He is a tall one…"

Eddie said nothing, waiting.

"Was he taller than you ? I don't remember, I was lost in his eyes."

This made Eddie laugh. "You, lost in someone's eyes ?"

"Yes ! Beautiful [eye color] like… huh… I don't know."

To invite you in, he needed to clean up first and by the Gods he didn't want to. Especially since Venom would try to help but make things worse instead.

"Eddie. If we're looking for a human mate, it could be him."

"No." He said tiredly.

"Admit he was hot !"

"...No."

"Lies ! Lies ! Your pants are on fire, Eddie !"

"Alright !" He whisper-yelled, "He is hot ! Fucking handsome, even, happy ?!"

"No !! Because you made him leave ! He thinks we hate him !"

"No he doesn't."

Eddie sighed in annoyance "If you promise to help me clean up the place correctly, I promise to invite him in, alright ? Do we have a deal ?"

"Yes !"

And so they spent the next couple days cleaning up the flat and making it more comfortable and normal looking for a human, getting rid of the holes any way they could by hiding them with paint or wood planks.

During that time Eddie couldn't stop thinking of you. Wondering if you'd be happy to be invited. He began to wonder what your laugh sounded like and how big you could smile, trying to imagine it in his head while Venom was rambling.

"Do you think he's gonna like us ?"

"I don't know, Venom."

"He shall like the place ! We made it humanly welcoming !"

"I don't know if we should tell him about you yet. He might not react so well to an alien."

"When !?"

"I don't know…"

"Without me, your chances of attraction are low."

"Oh really ?"

Would it even work between the three of you ? What if he scared you ?

Once everything was cleaned up and replaced with better furniture, Eddie prepared himself. Showered, clean clothes, and freshly shaved to knock at your door.

When you opened, wind was knocked out of his lungs and Venom had to push him to make him say something. You were really something.

"I was- I was thinking, maybe you could come in for a beer or two ? I feel like we left on the wrong foot the other day." He said, looking you in the eyes. Even your eyes were beautiful to look at, Venom was right.

You agreed, closing the door behind you as you followed him to his apartment.

You spent a good hour there, drinking and laughing together until Venom had enough and decided to intervene.

"What is that !?" You yelled, jumping out of your seat and ready to throw your beer at the black gooey thing behind Eddie's back.

"Hello !"

"No ! [Name], don't !"

"I am Venom. Hello [Name]"

"It knows my name !"

"He's an alien, a symbiote. He's nice ! Please put your can down."

You slowly obeyed "Symbiote ? What is that ?"

"A living organism living in symbiosis with another species."

"An alien ?"

"You're the alien to me."

"Are you gonna eat me ?"

"No !"

"No ! Though humans are tasty."

"This doesn't help, V."

"I think I need another beer."

[royal-chandler]

HI my friend <3 so glad to have you here on tumblr now! May I offer a little ficlet prompt? 🥰 How about Alex "accidentally rescuing" a tiny black kitten from an abusive person on the subway (Halloween insanity?) after work, bringing it home to Henry and David. 🥺 (cue: diabetes for everyone 💗✨😌 bonus points if they're both soaked from the rain, Henry cooing about them and David thinking the kitten is for him)

Thank you for the prompt and just being generally awesome and lovely. Happy Friday and I hope you like this! ❤

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Despite the rain that’s mizzling with the promise to turn miserable above ground, a good portion of the subway station is busy with people costumed up and spookily dressed for the Halloween weekend. Chatting up their Friday shenanigans that no doubt consist of closing down bars, late night partying, and making out with strangers. Everything that had been Alex’s idea of a good ass celebration not too long ago. Now, cold in his suit and regretting that he didn’t mind Henry’s suggestion to check the weather report before leaving the house that morning, all Alex wants to do is curl under a throw blanket with his head in Henry’s lap and stuff himself with whatever candy that they don’t end up doling out to the neighborhood kids. There will be some leisurely groping tossed in because even though Alex is older, he’s not fucking ancient.

Alex is caught up in evening daydreams and staring ahead at the bright red ETA for his train home when he overhears it. 

Beyond his shoulder, loudly, some idiot is saying, “I go for a damn adult cat and this bitch is all that’s left. Had to deal with it though since I couldn’t find anything else in the city. The minute the clock strikes twelve though, Cinderella is out on her ass.”

Some other idiot cackles, “Dude.”

Alex turns and finds a huddle of teenagers some odd feet behind him, snickering in shitty Halloween get-ups that minimal effort has been put into. One guy stands out in particular, drably dressed in sagging jeans and a stained white tee with the words ‘I’M A DUMB BITCH BUM WITCH’ scratchily magic-markered across. A pointed hat sits on top of his curtain of hair and, locked in an uncaring grip, is an inky black kitten that can’t be more than a few weeks old. The sight sours Alex’s stomach and sets his blood to a fast and furious boil.

Annoyed, and powerless to stop himself even if he wanted to, Alex walks up to the troupe of assholes, getting out his wallet to root through and withdraw some cash. The snickers abruptly drop into a surprised silence when he corrupts their small circle, either out of recognition or due to his audacity, Alex doesn’t know or care. 

“What? Don’t shut the fuck up now,” Alex says, tone set to sarcasm. “You guys were almost to the very bottom of the shit barrel. Keep digging, why don’t you?”

“Listen—”

“Actually, you should absolutely shut the fuck up,” Alex tells one of them without gifting his full regard, pre-empting a spiel he has zero interest in. He addresses the one who holds the kitten captive to his chest and offers out a few bills. “You interested in making some easy money? Because I’m gonna hazard a guess that you got her for free, right? So how about you sell her to me for fifty bucks. That way when you share this story—if you’re stupid enough to confirm to the world what a clown you are—you can’t tell anyone that I stole your pet.”

The guy stares at him, akin to a gasping fish. Confused, he choppily asks, “Wh—what? What do you mean?” 

“I don’t know how to be any more clear. I said I will pay you fifty dollars for that cat you’re planning to get rid of.”

The kid notices that they’re being scrutinized by more than just his friends, that phones have non-discreetly pivoted toward them. Awkwardly, he hands the kitten over. “Uh, okay, sure.”

Alex takes the kitten and cradles her close. She’s incredibly soft and warm, a curled up little scoop of fluff with barely there whiskers, yellow-green eyes the size of saucers, and a fleet heartbeat in the palm of Alex’s hand. Alex smooths two fingers over her head and she settles against him with an endearing and content purr. Alex breaks his gaze from her to consider the teen one last time, leveling him with an energy Alex typically reserves for his parents’ political rivals and vulturous journalists.

“And here's some parting advice that also won’t cost you a damn thing: the next time you decide you want to use an animal for a prop, don’t think of the handout you just got. Instead, you might want to consider that the next someone probably won’t be as generous as me and will go with my first instinct to punch you in your stupid, ignorant face.”

With that, Alex takes the kitten back with him to the platform, then to a seat on the departing Q Line and up the stairwell to the streets of Brooklyn. There, they instantly cross into a silver downpour that’s coming in sideways. Meowing, she melts in his hands—her fur sparkling with specks of wet stardust before flattening under the heavy drops—before Alex manages to get her ushered inside his rapidly dampening jacket. 

It’s typically a five minute walk to the brownstone and the pavement shines like black glass that could ease the way of ice skates but still Alex is able to cut the time in half. With the kitten tucked at his side, wiggling and pawing, he runs. On his route, he has near misses with passersby who don’t become visible until they’re silhouettes in front of him because, along with an umbrella, he’d also neglected to grab his new glasses.

So, of course, his fucking wonderful fiancé has a towel and his glasses case on standby when Alex arrives, David barking around his feet with a whipping tail. 

Soaked to the bone and dripping water on their  floor, Alex sighs, “You’re a godsend. I’m forever thankful for everything that you are.”

“Then why do you insist on desecrating the foyer?” Henry asks teasingly, humming. He shakes his head as he slips the glasses on to Alex’s face, his smile sharpening as Alex’s vision corrects to twenty-twenty. 

“I brought a gift that will hopefully make up for it,” Alex shares with him. “I think David’s already sniffed her out. He’s a fucking boy genius.”

“Her?” Henry questions, pouting and his brow furrowed. 

Alex lifts the opening of his jacket and brings out the kitten, not dry but not drowned either so he’ll count that as a win. 

Henry takes her immediately and bundles her up in the towel meant for Alex, her tiny face peeking out of a ridiculously overlarge and lumpy Turkish cotton burrito. He coos over her, pressing his lips against her ear in a tender kiss and lightly scrubbing her with the towel—easily opening his heart to her. She already looks at home in his arms, her eyes closing peacefully under the attention. “Oh, little love, where did you come from?”

“The subway station,” Alex answers, mouth downturned, still harboring embers of irritation. “Some asshole was using her for an accessory. A familiar for a witch’s costume, I think? I don’t know. Doesn’t really matter. He was a piece of shit and wanted to abandon her because she wasn’t a good enough attachment piece. Like at night, to be on her own. I couldn’t leave her with him. You might read about it online tomorrow.”

“What? That’s horrific. Why would anyone—obviously, you did the right thing, Alex.” Wearing an admiration that’s lit up with kindness, Henry continues with conviction, “Same as you always do. I couldn’t be more proud of you, sweetheart.”

Smitten, feeling like he’s come out of the rain and into a toasty sunbeam, Alex shrugs. He murmurs, “Just conducting my civic duty.”

Henry peers at him, his doubt transparent. He leans in and stamps a loving kiss to Alex’s mouth. He tells Alex, “Not everyone would have stood up the way you did. I surely doubt that the station was scarce or empty aside from you and that asshole. You chose to step in when you saw an atrocious wrong being committed. You’re a good man, Alex Claremont-Diaz. I’m glad for it and I’m sure this lovebug is as well.”

And then David starts to chime in, barking again with his paws antsy on the floor and his attention bouncing from Alex to Henry and back to Alex.

“See? David agrees with and, like you previously stated, he's a genius,” Henry says with a small laugh, maneuvering out of Alex’s airspace to better let David in between them.

“Oh yeah, is that so? Thanks, Davey, I appreciate it,” Alex says, squatting and dispensing playful rubs and scratches. He laughs when David enthusiastically licks under and over his chin. “I missed you, too. I’d hug you so hard right now if I wasn’t freezing my ass off. Don’t want you to get cold, too. How do you feel about being a big brother, huh? Would you like that? I think you’d rock it, bubba.”

“Happy that we’re in agreement that she'll be sticking around.”

“No question about it, baby.”

“Okay, I’ll make an Uber order and have some essentials delivered for her—kitty litter, a bed, some food. I can’t really tell if she’s too young for solids but I’ll send off a picture to Bea and see what she thinks. I’ll order both formula and food to be safe. There’s milk in the fridge but I’d rather we get it from the pet store.” Henry unpeels the towel from around the kitten and she acts like she can spider up Henry’s front when he holds her to him, her precious petite paws clumsily spreading over his heart. After a moment, Henry looks up at Alex. “In the meanwhile, you should head up and get under a hot spray, get warm.” 

Alex is hard-pressed to leave the scene but he nods and shrugs off his clinging suit jacket. He takes the used towel from Henry and combines the two together in his hands. “Sounds like a game plan.”

After a shower, and dinner for all four of them, the night is nearly identical to how Alex imagined it. He and Henry are sprawled on the couch in front of the fireplace and they trade kisses that are tinted with caramel and chocolate and occasionally interrupted by their ringing doorbell. 

“Check them out,” Henry says quietly from under Alex where he’s rubbing feel-good circles on Alex’s back with one hand and combing through Alex’s hair with the other.

Alex lifts his head to see that David has left his dog bed in favor of the space right next to the kitten’s. He’s hunkered down at her side and every single time that David pokes her gently with his nose like she's a play toy, she meows big and wide. When he’s done, she’ll then blink slowly at him, waiting until he does it again. It goes on this way for minutes.

“Holy shit, that’s so fucking cute,” Alex comments.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more adorable in my life,” Henry says.

“I can’t reach my phone.”

“I don’t care to find mine.”

“We’ll just get ‘em next time,” Alex decides.

--

Eventually, they’ll of course name her (Ziggy) Stardust to go along with David (Bowie.)

I hope I used a correct subway line from Midtown to Brooklyn. If I didn't, feel free to correct me! I did google but I may be mistaken.

[elisysd]

One way or another - Blondie

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

One way or another, I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya

“Do you want some tea?” asked Renée, Lyanna’s mom, after she helped them settled in Lyanna’s teenage bedroom.

“Yes mom, please. Charles?”

“With pleasure! Do you want some help?” asked Charles ready to do whatever Lya’s mom would ask him.

“It’s just boiling water, I think I can manage.”

Lyanna tugged gently on Charles's hand, urging him to sit down beside her on the sofa. Since they had entered the house, Renée had barely spoken to the young man, preferring to observe him out of the corner of her eye. Charles didn't mind, even if it made him a little uncomfortable. He understood that her mother preferred to talk to her daughter, it had been a long time since they had seen each other. But still, his ego was bruised.

She returned later with three steaming cups of tea and some cakes, which Charles ogled but didn't dare touch. He didn't want to appear so impolite as to help himself first.

“So, Lya, any new projects on the way?”

“Nope, I did not have much time to focus on auditions and scripts. Between Charles’ accident and James… it was no easy.”

“I see. How are you doing Charles? It was a big crash. And Lyanna was deeply affected. She was crushed. It was painful to hear her so broken and not being able to hold her in my arms…”

“I’m doing better. Still recovering but I think the worst is over. I know how hard it was for your daughter and honestly, she deserves an award for putting up with me during my recovery. I don’t know where I would be if she had not been there.”

“She is a good person indeed. She has the biggest heart but sometimes people like to play with it.”

“Hello, I’m right here. I can hear you.” Lyanna joined in the conversation.

She hated it when people talked about her as if she wasn't there. And she knew exactly what her mother was doing. She was testing Charles.

“I’m not playing with her. I would never, I can assure you of that.” Said confidently Charles while taking Lya’s hand that was resting on the table.

“Words are nice, Charles, but actions speak louder than them.”

“Okay, I think we are all a little tired. It’s been a long day. Maybe we should just call it a night?”

“You are right, sweetheart. I prepared the guest room as well. I was not sure both people could fit in your bed Lya.”

“Don’t worry, Renée, I’ll make us fit.” Tried to reassure Charles.

Lyanna gave Charles the stink eye, while Renée let out a long sigh and looked away. Understanding how his remark might have been interpreted, Charles tried to make up for it.

“I mean. Sorry, it came out wrong. I meant don’t worry, we will be fine. I’m sure the bed is not that small and even if it were, which then again I doubt, it would be okay. I’m used to small spaces and how to fit comfortably in them. I drive a F1 car for a living I know a thing or two about small spaces. And Lyanna never takes much space in the bed, she is almost always sleeping on me most of the time, so it’s fine… Do you know what your daughter reminds me? A sloth and its branch. Or a mussel on a rock, you know those species that are always stuck to something and you can't get rid of them. Well, that's Lyanna.”

“Charming.”

“But she makes a cute sloth.” He added.

He knew that he should shut up and was just not marking points with Lya’s mom but he couldn’t stop. It was like his mouth had a mind of its own.

“And to have her against me during cold nights, it’s great. She is a perfect blanket. And if it saves me money on heating…she has many use.”

“Charles for the love of god, please shut up.” Lyanna whispered as she discreetly pinched his arm.

“I’m making things awkward, don’t I?”

“No, you think?” sarcastically said Renée.

Once in Lyanna's room, away from prying ears, Charles apologised profusely.

“On a scale from 1 to to 10 how much do you think I screwed up with your mom?”

“I’d say that you screwed up really bad but you still have a chance to make things right.”

“You think so?”

“A tiny little chance, yes. No but really, she can see that you were stressed out, it’s okay. She will forget about it and tomorrow it will be like it never happened.”

“Do you say that to make me feel better or do you actually believe it?”

“Does it make you feel better?”

“A little.”

“Then I say that to make you feel better.” She said as she stood up on her tippy toes and kissed him slowly to try to take his mind off the stress.

She gently pushed Charles onto the bed and straddled him, taking care to avoid injuring his ribs. Gently, she unbuttoned his shirt and placed light kisses on his neck.

“Lya, slow down… Your mom is right next door.”

“And? I didn’t think it would stop you. Not reckless anymore, mister Leclerc?”

“I don’t want her to hate me more than she does already.”

Lyanna got to her feet and began to get rid of her clothes in front of Charles, who swallowed. She was going to drive him crazy. And he had to admit that she was having quite an effect on him. Just as he was about to change his mind and grab Lyanna to do all the dirty things he had in mind for her, the young woman slipped under the sheets and turned off the light with her back to him.

“The sloth is wishing you a good night.”

Lyanna was not awake when Charles opened his eyes the next morning. She was fast asleep next to him and he did not want to wake her. She needed the good sleep. He could hear noises coming from what he supposed was the kitchen and decided to come out of the room. Renée was preparing the breakfast while humming the song that was playing on the radio. When she saw Charles, she stopped altogether.

“Good morning.” Said Charles, trying to be cheerful.

“Hello Charles. Did you sleep well? Was my daughter a nice blanket?”

“Yeah… about that, I’m sorry. I have the tendency to overshare when I’m stressed out. And you kind of make me feel nervous.”

“Well you should be. I want you to understand something Charles. I have nothing personal against you, it’s just… Lyanna went through some horrible things, you know it. And I was not there to protect her. I should have been but I was not. I don’t want to ever relive this. Ever again. It broke me to see my daughter so… half dead. I felt like I failed as parent. I did not do my job. I did not protect her. So understand that I want her to find someone who will always prioritize her, who will never make her forget how beautiful her soul is, who will make her the happiest because she deserves nothing other than this. And I don’t know if you will be that person, Charles.”

“Because of my job?”

“Surely there are a lot of distractions that come with it.”

“I would never cheat on Lyanna. I’m not that kind of man.”

“I hope so. I really hope. Lyanna loves you, it’s obvious, and I don’t doubt that you love her too. But you are both young, both with busy careers and it’s just the beginning of your relationship. When things will get rough, when routine will set in, when love will be something to fight for and keep on nurturing, will you be there? Because I know my daughter and I know she will be. But you?”

“I can’t promise you that I will always be the perfect boyfriend and that I’ll always make her happy because I would lie. I will make her cry. Unintentionally. We are going to fight. Like all couples. We are going to have our misunderstandings. We still have to learn how to communicate, we are working on it. But I can promise you that I’ll take care of her heart. That she will always have a shoulder to lean on when I’m not around. That the more the time flies, the more I fall in love with her and the more I think she is the one for me. I can promise you that as long as she needs me, I’ll be there, by her side. I’ll be her biggest supporter, her shoulder to cry on and the one to mend the broken pieces of her heart. I want the bad days and the good ones. I want everything.”

“You have a way with words, Charles…”

“Years of media training do that to someone. But I’m being honest.”

“Somehow… I know that you are.”

Charles thought that Lyanna's mother would be the most difficult to convince, but that was nothing compared to her entire family. He knew he was in hostile territory from the moment her grandfather shook his hand and tried to crush it. Lyanna, having seen the scene, rushed to intervene, explaining to her grandfather that Charles had already suffered a broken wrist, so now was not the time to break the bones of his other hand. Then, when Charles politely declined three different slices of cake from her grandmother, he knew he was being judged. Even more so when he heard the old lady tell Lyanna that a man with little appetite was a man who would die young. To which Lyanna tried to explain that he was a high-level athlete and had to watch his diet. And then there was Lyanna's famous uncle, a long-time F1 fan who Charles learned was a fan of Red Bull, which the man was quick to point out to Charles.

“I mean, you were lucky in Monza. If Checo and Max had not ended up in the gravel, they would have crushed you. Not sure you would even have gotten the podium.”

Charles tried as best he could to smile.

“In the end, even if winning Monza was a nice feeling, it’s also the day I got this girl… so to be honest, I don’t care about the podium.”

“Lyanna is not a thing to get, young man, she is a woman you have to woo, be respectful towards her.” interjected her grandfather.

“That was a just a figure of speech, grandpa. I promise you, there is no one more respectful than Charles.”

Charles spent the whole afternoon, getting teased from left to right but finally he was able to catch a break when one of Lyanna’s cousin asked him if he wanted to play football with them, which Charles was grateful for. As he was about to stand up to go with them, Lyanna grabbed his arm and whispered in his ears.

“Are you sure you want to make a fool of yourself today?”

“I mean, they are kids, how worst than them can I be?” confidently answered Charles.

The answer was way worse. Charles decided to try to be a goalkeeper to what the kids took a great pleasure to make him jump to catch the ball. Lyanna was observing them with a worried look and when it seemed that Charles was about to pass out from exhaustion, she took in.

“Hey, c’mon guys. I think it’s enough. He needs a break.”

“You’re no fun Lya! We wanted to see how long he could keep up and it’s only been thirty minutes.”

“What thirty minutes?” asked Charles surprised. To him it seemed to have lasted hours.

“Yeah, but it’s getting late and Charles is not used to intense physical activities anymore, so he has to take it easy. Doctor’s words.”

“I’ll show you, intense physical activities when we come back, Lya” whispered Charles to her ear, a little offended.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. You are too scared of my mom to try something under her roof.” She responded with a wink.

The next day, it was already time for Lyanna and Charles to set off again. Charles was due to meet Andrea the day after tomorrow and Mia had sent a message to see if he could make himself available to discuss something urgent. As for Lyanna, her agent wanted to talk to her about a project she might be interested in. She had tried to find out more but her agent had refused to reply, simply telling her that she was not allowed to tell her more by text message, thereby piquing the young woman's curiosity.

One thing was certain, the young woman reflected as she watched the landscape pass by as Charles drove onto the motorway, the break they had enjoyed with Lyanna's family was over and a busy week lay ahead.

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[websterss]

i’m high key obsessed with the idea of ethan x stalker! reader and need to tell other people pls so listen,,

ethan doesn’t know who you are and has never really known of your general existence but omfg are you obsessed with him. it all started in your freshman year of high school when you were busy hiding out in the library after getting made fun of by your classmates and while your discreetly trying to not bring attention to the tears streaming down on your face ethan taps you on the back and offers you tissues before he leaves the library for his next class, after that you’re 100% smitten with him for the rest of time. you go out of your way to have all the same classes, mapping out his most common walking paths (in school and out), having essentially his daily schedule down to the tee, hell even following him to college. you’re whole life revolves around him and daydreaming of the day he’d finally notice you and the two of you would fall in love.

then one day when you were eavesdropping on his little “friend group” (all of whom you hated for accusing ethan and for taking him away from you) you find out about ghostface and immediately start to freak out over the idea that someone could kill your true love. so like any rational person you begin to try and kill his “friends” cause one of them is ghostface and needs to die before they hurt ethan. you never actually kill anyone but you get decently close a few times, enough for ethan and his sister and dad to actually get intrigued whoever is attempting these murders and trying to take their kills. sooner or later ethan finally notices you, following the group (never noticed you following just him) and he confronts you as ghostface, thinking he’d easily kill you only for you to go at him, yelling abt how he’d never hurt ethan and how you’d kill him cause you loved ethan so much, which makes him pause before revealing himself to you. you just would freak out because the perfect nerdy boy you’ve loved for years was a serial killer. he makes a deal with you though, he’d be your boyfriend if you help them kill the core 4, and you the ever love sick puppy accept!

No because this is everything!!! And more!!! Ethan would go through his highschool years thinking that seeing you everywhere is just a coincidence, he wouldn’t pay you any mind other than remember he offered you tissues one day and that was it for him.

When you follow him to college. I feel like you’d be persistent about having the same major as him too. OMG IMAGINE. I can just see you hop behind bushes and halls so you wont be seen. You’ve mastered the ability to fully stalk Ethan but stealth is not your strong suit LMFAO The dedication man, oh boi, you came close to nicking a few of them but you’d run away when they’d knock you to the floor.

The conversation Ethan, Quinn and their dad would have.

“We got a problem.”

“Yeah no shit!”

“How can there be another ghostface. I thought you got rid of Greg and Jason? Nobody else checks out.”

“Well it looks like we didn’t cover every base.”

“Who do you think it is?”

“No one from the group. Quinn and I would have picked up on them.”

“Well who else could it be?!”

Ethan would have his suspicions, his theories, but after he finally grew more aware of you and your existence. He started picking up on the fact you had a tendency to be anywhere he was. So of course he’d set out and put the mask and robe on. He’d stalk you one late night and muffle your screams as he pushes you up against a wall where you’d both be hidden in sight.

You’d struggled and yell but he’d threaten you with the knife

“I don’t know who you are, but you’re not gonna get away with this. Okay. You think you thought this out but you haven’t okay. You haven’t met me. You don’t know how dedicated I am. The lengths I’m willing to go. You think you have crazy motives. Well I’m fucking crazier asshole! So you best believe that you won’t get within a foot radius of Ethan okay. You touch him and I’ll fucking end you!” You’d cackle with a sinister look in your eyes. He’d step back confused and a little bit scared. This boy is thinking Who tf is this crazy bitch??? Then once he zones in on your familiar features he’d yank the mask off like 🤨

“Y/n?” Your fucking perplexed because it’s Ethan. Ethan is one of the ghostfaces??? And then you tell him how you’ve stalked him and he does that wide eyed look, but then he’s kind of flattered cause no girl has ever gone through the trouble to chase after him or like him like that for that matter.

[kraekat29]

we all know how it went.

jj, cigarette, wink, ruby's a goner and a cheater.

but he came up to her at dinner, introduced himself to rafe and ruby, discreetly mentioned his room number, winked at ruby again like a slut, and left.

rafe and ruby sleep in different rooms. it's not appropriate for them to share a bed yet, as an unmarried couple. so ruby sneaks out. right past rafe, past their psycho-cop valet, and down the hall. knocks on jj's door.

jj opens the door, not the slightest bit disheveled, except for his hair, but that's purposeful. he invites her in, gentlemanly offers her a seat on his couch, pretending like he doesn't know why she's here.

so they sit. and they talk. share a cigarette and a few drinks.

ruby finally works up the courage to kiss him, and his reaction is immediate. he kisses her back, grips her waist, but not hard. he pushes her backward, lays her down on the couch, threads his fingers through hers and slips off her ring. puts it on the side table. kisses her neck, then starts working on the buttons on her dress.

it's hard work, even for his nimble fingers, and he gets tired of it too quickly. rips her corset and dress open, her gasp like music to his ears. he looks up at her with a smirk, then his mouth falls open.

"shit, i should've asked, i'm so sorry--"

ruby shuts him up with a kiss. "it's okay, jesse james. it's fine."

jj rolls his eyes. "jj, not jesse james."

"sorry. jesse james."

jj huffs and starts kissing her neck, starting just under her jaw and working his way down to her collarbone, leaving a line of hickeys in his wake.

"j--" ruby's hands grip his shoulders, pulling at his blazer. "be gentle, please, don't want rafe to see--"

"well, i do, princess. i want him to know that i wrecked his girl, made her cry my name instead of his."

"i-i'm not a cheater--"

"then why are you here with me, huh?" jj kisses her forehead softly. "you think he didn't see the way you looked at me? i almost thought you were gonna rip my clothes off in the dining hall."

"i..." ruby's red, and jj presses another soothing kiss to her collarbone.

"you can go if you like." jj starts to pull back, straightens her dress as much as he can.

"no, no, j..." ruby sits up and kisses him again. "i want to stay. i don't care about rafe or what anyone else thinks. i just-- i can't leave now. please don't make me go."

jj grins. "would never do that, ruby."

she pulls him down into another heated kiss, tongues clashing. jj's blazer meets the floor, closely followed by his button-up and ruby's top. he's marking her neck, her chest, anywhere he can reach. and when he reaches her full skirt? he grins, gathers the layers and slips under, his blonde head disappearing between her thighs. ruby wishes he'd gotten rid of the skirt first, so she could grip his hair as he goes down on her, ripping the most pornographic sounds from her throat.

when he surfaces again as she comes down from her orgasm, cheeks shining with ruby, she picks her messy head up from the arm of the couch and begs him to kiss her.

jj's messing with his belt as his lips meet hers, and ruby slaps his hands away to undo it herself. his dress pants slide down his thighs after he kicks off his dress shoes, and ruby blushes when she sees his boner.

he helps her with the layers of her skirt, careful not to rip the silky material this time, and lines up with her, thrusting gently because ruby seems like a fragile little dove. her arms wind around his back, manicured nails digging deep into his skin as he pounds into her and kisses her neck. jj's grunting obscenities under his breath, ruby's moans in his ear like heaven on earth.

by the time they finish, ruby doesn't know that she can ever go back to rafe. they lay on jj's couch, fall asleep together, and wake up the next morning to the peaceful rocking of the ship and the sunlight falling across their bodies.

jj doesn't know when they started holding hands, but he's never giving her up if he can help it. they're getting off the ship together.

SPENCER THIS IS PERFECT😭 JESUS CHRIST I NEED AN ICE BATH NOW🫠

[veritas-dolos]

How to Cope by Leo and Mikey Ch. 2

Leo slathered a thin layer of neosporin on his arm. Bandage time! He folded a paper towel a few times so if it bled, it wouldn’t go through his sweatshirt. He carefully put the paper towel over the neosporin, and taped it on with some medical tape. “Et violà.” He whispered to himself, satisfied. He carefully worked his sweatshirt back on, careful not to move the bandage. 

Leo stood up from his bed and grabbed the bloody paper towels, moving them to their final resting place, a garbage bag under his bed. Man, he hid a lot of stuff under his bed. He had been so concerned lately about how he could discreetly dispose of the bag every so often that he never thought about when to empty his regular garbage. 

He grabbed his pop tart plate and swiped the crumbs from his bed onto it, did his little dance with the door and made his way toward the kitchen to get rid of the plate. He grabbed his arm and pushed down, just to feel a little more pain. 

On his way back to his room, he passed his brother’s. He took a peek inside each of their rooms as he walked by. They were probably all asleep. It was four in the morning, after all. 

He passed Raph’s first. Leo carefully cracked open the door to find him curled up with one of his teddy bears. Leo could see the crack the Krang put in his shell, and how he knew it was his fault, his fault, his fault–

He couldn’t get into that right now. That was a whole other can of worms he was not prepared to deal with. 

He passed Donnie’s room next. The door was slightly ajar, and with a little push he could see that his twin was asleep (by some miracle) with his soft shell facing the wall. His battle shell was propped right next to him, so if he needed to, he could snap it on. 

He didn’t want to think about that either. 

Mikey’s room was next. And his door was shut tight. He could see light under the door, so for some godforsaken reason, his little brother was awake. 

It was more than a little alarming, to say the least. Mikey was an early riser, but four in the morning? That was a little early, even for him. Leo went to stand in front of the door. He was hesitant, and he didn’t know why. It was his little brother, there was nothing going on.

Leo knocked lightly. “Hey Mikey, you okay in there?” He said, a little above a whisper. 

Leo heard the bed shake, like he was severely startled. His anxiety crept up a little, and still not knowing why. He thought that made it somehow worse. He heard movement behind the door, which didn’t make him feel any better.

“Uhh, yeah, I’m fine! All good!” Mikey said, and Leo could hear the panic in his voice. There was something definitely wrong. His Leo senses were tingling. 

“Mikey, I’m coming in,” Leo said, turning the handle.

“NO, I’m good–” Mikey tried to say.

Leo opened the door to a neat bedroom, save for some art supplies scattered about. What was concerning was Mikey, who was sitting in his bed, under the covers. He watched as Mikey’s arms dove under his blankets. Leo tried to not think about what it could mean. 

The two stared at each other for a moment, before Leo fully slid inside the room and closed the door behind him. And even then, they stared. Mikey didn’t move at all. 

“So, you gonna tell me why you’re up at four in the morning?” Leo started. Mikey just stared, eyes blown wide, tears gathering at the corners. Mikey looked terrified, and dread flooded Leo’s stomach.

“Mikey, why are your arms under the covers?” Leo said, heart pumping. He didn’t want it to be true. Not him, not my baby brother–

“Because,” Mikey said, getting choked up. A tear slid down his face.

“Because why, Angelo?” He said softly. Each heartbeat thumped no, no, no–

More silence. It was loud. 

“Because they’re covered in cuts.” Mikey admitted, bursting into tears. Mikey brought his arms out from under his covers and Leo rushed over to examine them. They weren’t that deep, but they were bleeding, and were definitely going to scar. “I’m sorry, I’m– I’m– I’m sorry, Leo,” Mikey whispered, his tears mixing with the blood on his arm. 

“Hey, hey, look at me,” Leo said, making eye contact with his younger brother. “It’s gonna be okay. I’ll get you patched up in no time, I promise,” Leo said, lightly grabbing Mikey’s arms. 

“Mikey, I’m gonna go grab some stuff real quick so I can fix you up,” Leo said, standing. He went to the door, before thinking better. “Give me your blades.”

“What?” Mikey said, panicked. His eyes moved to a spot under his blanket, and Leo knew he had gotten him. He walked back over to the bed and flipped up the blanket, revealing two box cutters. He quickly grabbed them before Mikey could. 

Leo gave him a look. “Donnie’s box cutters? Seriously?”

“Don’t take them!” Mikey yelped, anxiety evident in his voice. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it. I’m just putting them over here,” He sat them on Mikey’s desk, “So you can’t get to them. I’ll be right back.” Leo said, and ducked out of the door. 

If Leo knew his brother like he knew himself, he’d be dying for the edge of a blade right then. So he had to hurry, not only because his brother might try to injure himself further, but because he was bleeding out. 

He didn’t have time to go all the way to the med bay and get him the good stuff, so Mikey would just have to deal with the Leo Special. Which means Mikey will find out about his… extracurricular activities, which wasn’t ideal, but it might be good, because they might both have someone to talk to. 

He gathered all the supplies he had used on himself earlier, put them in a drawstring bag, and brought them to Mikey’s room, along with a wet rag from the bathroom. When he entered, He saw his brother with his head in his hands, arms crusted over with blood. They’d stopped bleeding, apparently. 

“I’m back,” Leo said, slipping the bag off his shoulder. Mikey jumped, holding his arms close to his chest, suddenly unwilling to show his brother his arms. “Relax, I’ve already seen them. We gotta get you bandaged or you’re gonna get an infection, and that’s never fun.”

Mikey cautiously held out his arms, looking anywhere but his older brother. 

“Can I sit?” Leo said, gesturing vaguely to Mikey’s bed. The younger brother just nodded, still avoiding eye contact. “For the record, this might hurt a bit, but that’s kinda the point, isn’t it?” He said the last part to himself, quietly.

“Okay.” Mikey said, his voice cracking. Leo brought the wet rag to Mikey’s arms and began lightly rubbing at the cuts, trying to get the excess blood off. There was a lot, and he knew from experience that rubbing crusty blood off hurts, so he took his time. 

They sat in silence while Leo worked, Mikey flinching when he rubbed too hard. Thoughts ran through Leo’s head, and it was driving him crazy. What made him start? How long had this been going on? 

How could he not notice?

Mikey sniffled, startling Leo from his thoughts. “Are you mad at me?” He whispered, tears starting up again. Leo reached for a kleenex box, and when he came back to Mikey’s arms, they were bleeding again. He passed Mikey a tissue and lightly pressed a paper towel to his arm. 

“‘Course not, Angelo,” Leo said, pressing down on his wounds. When he lifted the paper towel up, they had stopped bleeding, so he grabbed his half-empty tube of neosporin and smeared it across his arms. He then grabbed a paper towel and folded it, placing it gently on Mikey’s left arm. He grabbed his medical tape and placed long strips to hold it down. Mikey watched all the while. 

“Why not?” Mikey cried. 

Because I do it too. 

He almost said it. He was so close. But he realized that he couldn’t, he couldn’t tell him right then, because it wasn’t about him. He needed to take care of his brother, first and foremost. There was always time later. 

But he wanted to. He wanted to so badly, so badly that he almost scrapped his previous thoughts and told Mikey the truth anyway. But he had to think before he acted, because he was the leader. He had to be the strong one, he had to carry his brothers when they couldn’t. That’s what a good leader would do, that’s what a good brother would do. And he wasn’t going to be a bad brother, not to Mikey. Not to any of his siblings. So, he soldiered on. He pushed aside what he desperately wanted to confess, because Mikey was broken, right in front of him, and he needed help. 

“How could I be mad when you’re hurting like this? I could never be mad at you Mikey, not about this.” He said plainly, hoping his brother wouldn’t press. He didn’t make eye contact.

Mikey was quiet for a long while. He kept watching as Leo repeated the process on his other arm. When Leo finished, he gave them a little pat and smiled, satisfied with his work. Mikey smiled in response, a shy little thing. 

Leo stood and dusted himself off. “Mikes, I’m gonna go, I’ll be–”

“Don’t leave!” Mikey’s newly bandaged arm shot out, and grabbed Leo’s left arm, a little too hard for his liking. He flinched, and he flinched hard. His brain switched into high gear. Here we go. 

Mikey cautiously let go of Leo’s arm. “Leo, why’d you flinch?” He looked up at his older brother hesitantly. His eyes were blown wide for the second time that night, staring up at him with scrunched eyebrows and jaw dropped slightly. “Leo–”

“It’s nothing! No reason, just, y’know, jumpy.” Leo gave a very obviously awkward smile, and tried to subtly pull his sleeve down further. Mikey watched his movement with a trained eye, just then noticing how his left sleeve bulged where his forearm was. All the pieces slid into place. 

“That's… That’s why you weren’t mad, wasn’t it?” Mikey said, looking at his older brother in wonder. Now it was Leo’s turn to stand shock still, moving his arm behind his back. “That’s why you didn’t panic. That’s why you didn’t take my blades away. That’s why you’re so good at bandaging like this.” 

“I plead the fifth.”

“You do it too, don’t you?” Mikey said, looking at his big brother in a whole new light. 

“I can neither confirm nor deny.” Leo said, backing away toward the door. Mikey jumped out of bed, not ready for the conversation to be over.

“Leo, just drop the act! I already know,” Mikey stage whispered, grabbing what he could infer was the uninjured arm. He glanced at his brother, and they held eye contact for a long time. Leo was the first to break.

“Yeah, okay, I do. There, I said it,” He huffed, crossing his arms. “I wasn’t gonna tell you until later. This isn’t about me, it’s about you, and you needed me. You still do. I’m your big brother, and it’s my job to protect you. That will always come first.” Leo said, out of breath. 

Mikey massaged his temples. He glanced at the clock on the wall, and it was now 5:15 in the morning, and way too early for this. “Leo, when will you get it through your thick skull and realize that it sometimes is about you! Right now it’s about both of us! We’re both going through it, and– and you’re not alone! Neither of us are!” He gripped Leo’s shoulders and shook him.

“But–” Leo started, wanting to argue back.

“No. No arguing with me about this.”

Leo paused, shocked about how fiercely his brother felt about this. That probably meant something, but he was too exhausted to try and figure out what. 

“We should… Hmm.” Mikey said, thinking better.

“What?” Leo said, giving into his brother’s antics.

“I was gonna say we should try to get… Clean, maybe. To stop.” Mikey went to sit on his bed again, Leo rolling his eyes but following him nonetheless.

“Cold turkey? That’s quite the challenge, Angelo.”

“Yeah, I know,” Mikey said, getting under his covers again, finger running over puddles of dried blood. “But maybe it would be good for us.”

“Good for us, definitely. I mean, I’ve tried before, and it never worked for me. The most I’ve gone at a time before was a month. That’s what my ‘I Am Sober’ calendar says, at least.”

Mikey perked up. “Hey, I have that app too! I think my longest streak is about two weeks, though.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “Well, glad to know we both found our way to the promised land of a self harm tracker. But if we’re serious about this, we need to make a plan.”

Mikey nodded. “A pact,”

Leo chuckled, “How about a blood pact?” Mikey slapped him on the shoulder.

“Not funny.”

“Tough crowd.”

Mikey rolled his eyes. “Did you reset your timer? We should reset, and then try to quit. Cold turkey.”

Leo let out a breath. “If you’re sure. ‘Cause I’ll do it if you do it. I honestly don’t really… Want? To stop? But it would be good for me. For us.” He pressed his hand onto his arm, trying to feel a little more pain.

Mikey gently pulled Leo’s hand off and squeezed it. “I know. But we can do it. Together.”

Leo squeezed back. “Together.”

Ch. 1 Ch. 3

[maxtermind]

if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow

★ : summary :: when they lose a race ★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris ★ : genre :: hurt/comfort; angst; fluff ★ : word count :: 2.7k

Max Verstappen

Max had never felt so distant from you. He had the win in his bag, he started good and was going to give it his all but was forced to retire due to a sudden engine failure while leading the race.

He was rightfully disheartened. The post-race meeting only added to his frustration as blame was thrown around instead of taking responsibility. It only got worse when he walked out of it with a, ‘This is such a waste of time.’

As he ranted in the car, his anger palpable, you listened silently, and caressed his hand when, had gotten a call from his dad.

“Just let it ring,” you whispered from the passenger seat. Your attempt was futile though before he picked up the call and put it on bluetooth in his ear.

You waited until you reached home before discreetly ending the call, giving Max a moment to compose himself. He didn’t let you hear anything but as he sat in his seat, rubbing his face to get rid of his emotions, you knew the conversation had affected him deeply.

Opening his car door, you pulled him out using his hand before getting home before you both took a shower in silence, allowing Max the space to process. It wasn't until you were tucked under the covers, clean and warm, that he finally spoke.

"I just hate feeling like I let everyone down," Max confessed, his voice heavy with guilt.

"You didn't let anyone down, Max,” you reassured him, kissing the top of his hand. “You gave it your all out there.”

"I still feel like I'm constantly disappointing everyone," Max muttered, his voice thick with frustration.

"You're not a disappointment, Max. You're a phenomenal driver, and sometimes things just don't go our way.”

"It's hard to believe that sometimes," Max admitted, his gaze distant and you realized what exactly he was thinking about right now.

"Your dad's words don't define you, Max. You're so much more than that," you said firmly, refusing to let him internalize the negativity.

"It's just… I've always looked up to him, you know? His opinion matters," Max confessed, his tone tinged with sadness.

"But you're your own person, Max. And you're incredible in your own right," you reminded him, squeezing his hand gently.

"I know, but… it still hurts," Max admitted, his shoulders slumping with the weight of it all.

"I wish I could shield you from all of this," you murmured, feeling a pang of helplessness. Your boyfriend nodded softly, looking so so so small that it was physically hurting you to even keep looking at him, his eyes reflecting the turmoil within.

"Hey, look at me," you said, gently tilting his chin up to meet your gaze. "You are loved, Max. Don't ever forget that." "Thanks, Y/N. I needed to hear that," Max replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Anytime, Max. I'm here for you, through the highs and the lows," you said earnestly, offering him a comforting embrace.

He looked conflicted for a second and you were sure whatever he was about to say was going to officially break your heart into two. Max's voice was barely above a whisper when he admitted it, his expression pained,"It's just… seeing them celebrate my failure, it stings."

"I know it's tough seeing those celebrations, Max, but remember, those people celebrating are just haters who can't accept that someone is doing better than them," you said firmly, trying to inject some perspective into the situation. "Their joy comes from a place of envy, not genuine happiness. Don't let their negativity dampen your spirit."

"I hope you're right," Max said, his voice tinged with doubt. "Thanks for always being there, babe. I don't know what I'd do without you," Max said sincerely, his eyes reflecting gratitude.

"You'll never have to find out, Max. I'll always be by your side.”

Lewis Hamilton

Your heart dropped the moment you saw the tire puncture Lewis’ car in the second last lap of the race. His frustration and curses echoed through the headphones, reaching you with a painful clarity.

“Don’t tell me to calm down! This is all so shit!” Lewis’s distorted voice cried through the radio. “I was so fucking close!”

As much as it hurt you to listen to this, you decided to keep your emotions at bay so you could handle your boyfriend’s better. Silently making your way through the people in the paddock to the back.

The chaos and disappointment from everyone forcing your chest to hurt a little. The only thought in your mind was how Lewis was probably feeling much much worse than you right now.

You heard his car before you saw him, and when you did, the defeat etched on his face made you want to cry. Lewis seemed drained and defeated, devoid of the usual fire.

“Baby?” You called, catching his attention. He nodded at someone before making his way towards you. Pulling you into a less crowded area before wrapping his arms around your shoulder.

"I don’t think I can face the interviews and media circus after this," he confessed, his breath warm against your neck.

"Should I go get the getaway car ready?" You joked, delighted to hear a small huff from his mouth.

“Can’t really leave before that though,” Lewis replied. “I’m beat, just wish it wasn’t this close to winning.”

Realizing he needed encouragement, you took a deep breath and spoke softly.

"Lewis, it's incredibly tough luck to have a tire blowout so close to the finish line, especially when you were leading so strongly," you said, feeling his grip tighten around you. "But these moments, they test your resilience and determination."

He nodded, his shoulders relaxing a fraction as you continued to rub his back.

"I know it's hard, Lewis, but remember, every setback is just a setup for a comeback," you whispered soothingly.

"I just had my heart set on this win," he murmured, disappointment evident in his voice.

"I know, love, but sometimes things don't go as planned," you replied, offering a comforting squeeze.

"It's like the universe has it out for me today," Lewis said with a bitter chuckle.

"Maybe it's just testing how badly you want it," you suggested optimistically. "Well, it's certainly made its point," he said, a hint of bitterness lingering.

You were about to speak again when he interrupted.

"I just wish it had been enough."

"It will be next time," you said confidently, refusing to let him dwell on the defeat.

"I hope you're right," Lewis said, a hint of determination creeping back into his voice. "Thanks for always believing in me.”

"Always, Lewis. That's what lovers are for," you said, smiling warmly at him, admiring his eyes that had some of their shine back intact.

Carlos Sainz

The relief you felt when Carlos walked out of the safety car before making his way towards you was indescribable. From the moment his car collided with another due to a racing incident until now, with his arms around your shoulders, you hadn't taken a single calm breath.

It was probably less brutal than what was shown on the screen, given that it happened so fast that none of the drivers had even processed what was happening. Still the incident had left you with a knot of dread in your stomach.

Carlos was okay, you repeated to yourself, but it didn't quell the pounding of your heart or the trembling of your hands. You were trying to stay composed but it was really hard while your boyfriend talked to someone from the team, frustrated that he had to retire so soon.

"Hey, at least you're still in one piece," you pointed out, trying to inject a bit of humor into the situation but it sounded dry and that was when Carlos took a good look at you, his gaze sharpening as he realized how shaken you were. "Babe, are you alright?" Carlos asked, his concern evident in his voice as he reached out to touch your trembling hand.

"I'm fine, just a bit shaken," you admitted, forcing a shaky smile as you tried really hard to stay in the present and not let your brain run rampant.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that," Carlos said, his eyes filled with regret as he pulled you into a comforting embrace. Knowing that he would’ve been the same if it was the other way around.

"I promise I'll be more careful out there," Carlos vowed, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"I'm just glad you're okay," you whispered, burying your face in his chest as you finally allowed yourself to let go of the tension you had been holding.

"It's not your fault, Carlos. These things happen in racing-”

"I know, but I hate putting you through this," Carlos said, his voice filled with remorse. "Let's forget about the race for now, okay? We'll focus on us."

"That sounds perfect," you agreed, feeling a sense of peace wash over you as you leaned into his warmth, longing to put the ordeal behind you.

"I love you so much," Carlos said earnestly, his eyes filled with love as he looked at you. Hands holding you tight against him, grounding you so you could understand that he was real and wasn’t going anywhere.

"Let's get out of here and grab some dinner, just the two of us," Carlos proposed, eager to shift your focus away from the day's events as he led you towards the exit. Mentally making a list of things he would tell you to take your mind off of what happened today.

Charles Leclerc

You found yourself seething almost as much as Charles after yet another podium slipped away due to a messed up pit stop. It lasted more than a fucking forever at such a pivotal moment in the race.

It really made you wonder whether his team was even working with him or deliberately against him to make sure that neither of them could score more points. He had opted to stay silent, shutting out the media and team meetings, and unfortunately, that meant withdrawing from you too.

“Charles?” You asked after giving him ample time to process the race in the sitting room all alone like he requested.

He simply hummed before taking a sip of whatever his glass held before you carefully took it from his hand and put it on the table. Crawling into his lap to make sure he knew he could lean on you.

"This isn't the solution," you whispered, pointing to yourself. "Talk to me. Mid-life crises are lighter when shared."

“I don’t think I have the brain to make a correct decision ever.”

"Hey, don't say that," you said firmly, looking into his eyes with a mixture of concern and determination. "You're one of the most talented drivers out there, Charles. One pit stop mishap doesn't change that," you assured, brushing a stray hair from his face.

"But it keeps happening, Y/N," Charles replied, his voice heavy with frustration. "I know, love, and it's unfair. But you can't let it define you," you said, cupping his cheek in your hand.

"I understand how frustrating it is, Charles," you said, your voice soft but determined. "But dwelling on what went wrong won't change anything."

"What do you suggest, then?" Charles asked, a hint of desperation in his tone. "Let's analyze what happened today. Break it down step by step," you suggested, gently guiding him to a more constructive approach. "Let's start with the pit stop. What went wrong there?" you prompted, encouraging him to identify the specific issues.

"It was a miscommunication between the crew members," Charles recalled, his brow furrowing with concentration.

"Okay, so how can we prevent that from happening in the future?"

"Maybe we need to implement clearer communication protocols," Charles suggested, a spark of hope flickering in his eyes.

"That sounds like a solid plan. Let's discuss it with your team tomorrow," you said, nodding in agreement.

"But what if they don't listen to me?" Charles wondered, his confidence wavering.

"You're their driver, Charles. Your input is invaluable. They'll listen," you assured him, offering a reassuring smile.

"I feel a bit better now," Charles admitted, a hint of relief in his tone. “I was just so lost, I should've talked to you a bit sooner.” Your boyfriend whispered before leaning down and dropping a soft lingering kiss on your lips, conveying what words couldn't. "I'm lucky to have you, Y/N."

"And I'm lucky to have you, Charles. We make a great team," you replied, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

Lando Norris

The usual smile was off of Lando’s face. He faced an unavoidable collision with another car in the chaotic start of the race, resulting in damage to his car and an early retirement. Though he tried to maintain a facade of normalcy, the tension in his jaw and the sharpness in his gaze betrayed his true emotions.

Lando typically a laid back playful guy who was always joking around, had retreated into himself on this dismal day, with even the reporters giving him a wide berth. No one has seen him this dejected before and it was killing you.

However, as soon as the race concluded, it was clear why he was keeping up appearances. Lando pecked your cheek and told you to stay put before following the rookie who had collided with his car.

Alarm bells rang in your head and you were right behind him, stopping him using his shoulder.

“Babe, maybe it's best to cool down before confronting him.” You saw him sigh and open his mouth to retort but you were quicker. “Walk with me.”

You understood him obviously, knowing that the incident was beyond his control and shattered his hopes for a strong finish.

"I can't just let it slide, Y/N," Lando said, his voice tight with frustration as he glanced back towards the rookie's garage.

“I understand, Lando, but lashing out won't change anything," you said gently, placing a comforting hand on his arm, relieved when he finally started walking away.

"I just feel so helpless," Lando admitted, his shoulders slumping with defeat.

"You're not helpless, Lando. You're just taking a moment to process everything," you reassured him, placing a gentle kiss against his lips.

"It's just hard to stay positive when everything feels like it's falling apart," Lando confessed, his usual optimism dimmed by disappointment. "I just hate feeling like I'm at the mercy of circumstances.”

"I know, love. But remember, you're not alone in this. We'll figure it out together," you assured him, intertwining your fingers with his. “You, me and the team. He’s going to face penalties anyway.”

"I just wish I could turn back time and avoid that collision," He sighed, letting you drag him to a park nearby for a walk.

"I understand, love. But dwelling on what could have been won't change the present. Let's focus on what we can do now," you suggested, leading him away from the chaos of the race track.

"But what if this affects my standings in the championship?" He wondered aloud, his brow furrowing with worry, a pout evident on his face.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, babe. Right now, let's focus on taking care of you," you said, your voice filled with determination. "Let's just take this walk and clear our heads, okay? If you still want to talk to him later, I’ll support you."

He was extremely grateful that you pulled him away at the time because not even an hour later, the rookie approached Lando and apologized for his mistake.

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[viluvr-archived]

can I request where the house wardens deal with their crushes?? It's fine if u took off some of them (SORRY MY GRAMMAR IS BAD 😭😦) love ur writings btw

Housewardens dealing with their crush .

Riddle , Leona , Azul , Kalim , Vil , Idia , Malleus . | Housewarden !

Gn!reader , fluff , playlists for you that each housewarden made, (they make playlists for you) ♡

( a/n : hello! I hope this is fine :D I also added playlists for them if you don't mind. And your grammar is fine ^^ note that the playlist isn't what they'll actually listen to,, I really just like it 😜😜‼️ )

RIDDLE !

Riddle likes to keep things organized, either study, his casual life, and daily routine.

He felts so incomplete, he never received affection even as a child, he must stay strong and tough after all. What lies behind the strong exterior he puts up, he felt so imperfect.

He was caught off guard when he met you, you were so enchanting? He tried avoiding you but you were unavoidable to avoid, he gets drawn into you, was it because you were so imperfectly perfect? Every flaw, and mistake coming from you was still so beautiful.

Him spilling his feelings and burdens, letting you know he's stressed is one of the most biggest signs he trusts you, Riddle Rosehearts could never let anyone know of his weakness after all.

Studies you, your likes, preferences, dislikes, and who you dislike and like. His gifts are more on thoughts about you, and what could help you, after all its a lot more valuable isn't it? But it doesn't mean he doesn't give you your wants too, he indulges you after all!

Invites you to feed and take care of the hedgehogs, you almost took one away secretly but he took it from you saying he'd buy you one instead :( but you said you liked "that one hedgehog" literally the exact same, so he took action and tried to find the most similar one to the hedgehog you liked. (Also, gives you tea and plays card games with you, if you suck at it, it's ok! He's a great teacher)

— ( ROSEHEARTS' PLAYLIST )

LEONA !

He knows his feelings immediately and tries to get rid of them, he's more like in denial, and after a few moments he's "Yeah I do love them" and gets mad at himself for saying that, and the cycle repeats.

He's more on acts of service and quality time, he discreetly tries to show you he loves you. Like when you need something, he's on it! No, Ruggie, he's gonna do it, let him do something for one. After he gets you what you want or needs, he always sarcastically says "Yeah, yeah, anything more ya need dear majesty?" Teasingly calls you that nickname when you need something, sometimes it's "Here you go dear majesty" then sighs

He insists on walking you to your dorm, if he can't he tells you to text him when you get home and if you got home safely.

He needs time to proclaim his love, he's still securing that you like him 'nd only him, he needs to get rid of people who like you too of course!

When you hug him as a greeting, he always sleeps amazingly in those days, and no, no one can wake him up, he's dreaming about your future with him.

He also secretly likes it when you pat him and scratch his ears, tho denying it and saying "Hey, stop that" you don't listen anyway, he doesn't bother trying anymore, good for him and you!

Always asks you how's your day, he may look like he's not listening but he is! He can even listen to you while his eyes are closed, whenever he notices you stop talking he tells you to "I'm listenin', go ahead 'nd continue your story"

— ( KINGSCHOLARS' PLAYLIST )

AZUL !

Sweats, pants, when he's around you while the tweels push him near you saying it was an accident.

Azul has never had time to think of love, it was erased from his mind, yet when he looks at you he seems to remember what it is, and there's no escaping how Azul becomes clumsy around you, he once spilled a drink on you, he insisted he buys you new clothes and pays for it but you insisted it was fine. (He crumbles and curls up and thinks about what he's done.)

Like Riddle, he studies you, the difference is that Riddle stores it in his mind while Azul stores it in his mind but puts it in his notebook too! The notebook's name is about y/n, he now has the habit of writing your name and drawing hearts around it.

He'd sacrifice closing Mostro lounge when he sees you don't get enough rest, he's worried about you to the max!

He's probably one for study dates, but he's worried about staying up all night with you, it's not that he doesn't want to be with you! He just wants you to get your sleep, but then if you insist on joining him, get ready because you're drinking a lot of sugary drinks.

He's an amazing cook, it's canon. He cooks for you for free and gives you the biggest discount in Mostro lounge, yes he's that whipped, he also cooks for you so you'd save money and stop eating take-out since homemade is better he says.

When you compliment him his face is redder than a strawberry and Riddle's mad face.

— ( ASHENGROTTOS' PLAYLIST )

KALIM !

Please take care of him, he's 10x more hyper with you, he's almost glowing like a lightstick or a Christmas tree which makes Jamil a lot more tired.

He's probably in love and attached to you because you care for him so much, always reminding him not to get in trouble and he just says yes with literal heart eyes.

He tells Jamil that he's ok with not helping him much about school, saying you were gonna teach him! He eats your food more than he eats Jamils'.

Even if you aren't an extravagant person, Kalim spoils the hell outta ya! Anything for you, just say it! He's almost like a Genie at this point, he has the most expensive product you use, from the brands you like and food.

Biggest hype man and is the definition of "If y/n has 1m fans I'm one of them" and so goes on.

As much as Kalim loves, loves, loves Pda! He doesn't want you to be targeted by the ones who try to assassinate him, so he discreetly just tries to hold your hand. He protects you with his everything.

He feels bad that a lot of people overwhelm you with attention sometimes because he's the "Kalim Al-asim" your privacy matters to him 100%, your safety too.

Whenever he's away he gets little trinkets and souvenirs that you love.

— ( KALIMS' PLAYLIST )

VIL !

He'd never be with someone who sees him just for his looks nor if you think he's just mean Vil.

Vil never met someone who looked at him, without being compared to Neige, nor telling him he was fit for a protagonist role, let alone maybe Rook saw him as himself.

Vil would deny he likes you, he thinks you're just attractive, that's all he says. But as he gets to know you, it seems that the goal of not letting his feelings get the best of him sabotages him.

Once he gets over the fact that he doesn't need to deny he likes you, he starts to leave hints he likes you. Giving you makeovers and giving you something he made, like perfumes, make-up, and more! He brings you to the mall for shopping, but he's mindful of the paparazzi, so it doesn't happen too often, what happens is he buys you whatever he thinks is good for you.

As stupid as it sounds, he might indulge you (he does, in fact always), and buy you those plushies and sweets you want. He bought you a bunny plush with a crown. (The bunny was purple too)

Always makes sure to compliment you and give you tips to improve yourself! He doesn't want you feeling insecure so he's there to the rescue you whenever you feel down.

He hopes your view of him not only being mean and arrogant never changes.

— ( VILS' PLAYLIST )

IDIA !

Scared. He doesn't want you to be in danger just because of him, it's better to be safe than losing someone special to him again.

Tho whenever you'd indulge him? His rant about the newest game he was waiting for, his new SSR, and the way you didn't mind his personality when it bothers others. He thinks he met an angel, oh what did he do to be blessed like this.

He makes useful things for you, and gadgets. He says there's no need to pay him, whenever he gets a hug he gets all giddy and hugs you back quickly not thinking about it because his mind is combusted already. "Thanks, Idia! You're the best!" He swears he's about to pass out.

There's this thing where you understand Idia even if he isn't saying anything, with or without the iPad you can read him like an open book and he's grateful for that, you don't judge him for being too shy and using an iPad to talk.

He now keeps a diary and rants about you there with Ortho in the diary.

— ( IDIAS' PLAYLIST )

MALLEUS !

It's not that he's unaware of what love is, he knows what it is, platonically and romantically, it's just that he doesn't know what it feels like romantically.

He's trying his best and consulting Lilia about his feelings and how he should deal with it, he's willing to do everything.

He'd stay up all night thinking about you, he sometimes even giggles at the most random time when he remembers you, Lilia just stares at him amused.

When he consulted Lilia about his feelings, all Lilia said was "I knew it! I was right!" So he asks him what to do.

People have a hard time talking to Malleus, which he's kinda upset about, but you weren't scared of him and he loves it so much. But he's afraid of hurting you, physically or emotionally, he still wants to be careful.

He wants to be hugged and have his head patted, he does want to, but you'd have to be the one to approach him because he's so scared it's like he's holding you like you're a fragile being that's bound to break any second. (Because of that he got scolded and learned to be a lot more open, he's trying ok!)

He helps you with whatever you need help with, even if you don't say anything he helps.

He does a lot of bare minimum for you, carrying your bags, helping you with homework, etc.

— ( MALLEUS' PLAYLIST )

[urimaginespimp]

Boyfriend Material

Bucky x reader AU Trope: Mutual Pining (fluff)

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You were one of the newer members of the team, yet considered one of the most valuable. At the other end of the spectrum, Bucky personally feels he’s the least. But the fact that you always made it a personal mission to prove him wrong was one of the many reasons he likes you so much. But he knows you are just a really nice person.  

Giving him words of affirmation before and after missions in the Quinjet, helping him with clever comebacks towards Sam, and introducing him to modern stuff was no task for you. Not when you are stupid attracted to him.  

Maybe it was his eyes, his chivalry, or that you just love men who just know when to keep their mouth shut, but it was obvious to everyone else in the tower that you were crushing on the old guy. Only that you had no clue he feels the same way.  

“They’re both world class fighters. There is no freaking way they’re both this stupid.” Sam groaned on the table.  

You and Bucky just had left the table after breakfast. Not together of course, but what got Sam all riled up was that all the while, he was seated next to Bucky, and he had to endure minutes of a painfully awkward attempt of Bucky to keep conversing with you, while the rest of the team were trying to mind their own businesses.

Key word: trying. You’ve seen Nat and Wanda pursing their lips trying not to smile, Tony had to let out a cough or two to mask his chuckles, and you even caught Steve trying to discreetly take pics of you two. And you thought this was all directed to you alone.  

“We said we wouldn’t meddle.” Nat told everyone at the table.

“Can I at least subtly, SUBTLY, give that old man a few tips on how to talk without sounding like a robot?” Sam insisted, and he was met with a mis of sounds of approval and ‘fine’.

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“Hey, tin man, look at this list I found on the internet.” Sam approached Bucky while he was training in the gym.

“Sam if this is another one of those girls and a cup thing, I won’t hesitate to attack you this time.” Bucky glared at him while Sam laughed at the memory. He didn’t really show the guy that awful video, just narrated what had transpired.  

“No, it isn’t. It’s a self-help one.” his serious façade was enough to convince the ex-assassin into giving him attention.  

“Top 5 pick-up lines that are guaranteed to get the girl.” he read the test out loud before glaring at Sam. “What the hell is this, Wilson?”

“What? I actually tried some last week and now I have a date. I’m just showing you, man”. He feigned innocence.  

“Let me read that.” Bucky snatched the phone from his hands.  

“There must be something wrong with my eyes, I can’t take them off you. Can you take me to the doctor? Because I just broke my leg falling for you. Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got FINE written all over you.” He read one after another, each one getting cheesier and cheesier.  

“Did you read the top 1?” Sam snickered.

“Hold on.”  

He turned back to Sam who was sheepishly smiling at him. “Is that how people these days actually get dates? Because you guys are not moving forward at all.” He shook his head.

“Whatever man. Lecture me when you get a date.” He replied with a playfully challenging tone and left the super soldier in the middle of the gym with his own thoughts.  

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It was a lazy day at the tower, and Y/N, Nat, Wanda, and Sam just got back from hanging out at the mall. Sam went out of his way to go to Bucky’s room first.  

“What, you can’t even leave me in my room now?” Bucky groaned when he saw who was standing outside his room.

“Be nicer man, I’m just here to give you a new shirt I bought for you.” and he handed over a paper bag.  

“Thank you, Sam.” Bucky muttered and gratefully accepted the bag.

“Do us both a favor and try it on to show Nat and Wanda. They kept saying I don’t have taste.”

“So, I’m like your project now?” he knew it was all too good to be true.

“Come on, man. It’s a free expensive shirt. I’ll see you in 15 at the common area.”

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He hated to admit it, but the shirt actually is nice. The color somehow made his eyes even more blue.

“Wilson, I’m wearing it!” He called out loudly, walking to the common area, only to stop in his tracks when he saw that you were the only one in there.  

“Uh... hey Buck. Sam said he’d be back in 5 minutes.” you smiled sweetly at him.

“Oh. I’m sorry for being so loud.” he scratched the back of his nek awkwardly.

“Here, come take a seat with me first.” you pat at the space next to you on the couch, and he happily obliged.  

“So, I heard you just got back.” he started making small talk.

“Yeah, I was able to buy a few new tops.” You smiled at him.

looking at him, you couldn’t help but notice that the shirt he is wearing isn’t something you’ve seen him wear before. You know this because you’ve only seen him in about 8 different shirts.

“Is that a new shirt?” you asked, mindlessly reaching out to touch the material by the sleeve.  

His breathe hitched. “Uh yeah, Sam brought it for me.”

“It’s really nice material.”

“Yeah, it’s made out of boyfriend material.” He found himself blurting out. You both froze at what he just said. He had no idea what came over him. But then he suddenly remembered.

It was the top 1 pick-up line from the list Sam showed him yesterday.

And if it weren’t disastrous enough, a loud laugh rumbled out from a few feet away from you. It was Sam howling over in laughter.

Both you and Bucky were deep crimson.

“You like her enough to actually try that pick-up line. Oh my god I’m gonna pee myself!” Sam said in between laughter.

“Not if I get rid of your balls first.” Bucky growled and was about to lunge at him when you snapped out of embarrassment and pulled him back to face you.

“Is it true?” you asked him awkwardly with a small smile.  

He was contemplating whether to come clean or lie about, and he found himself whispering ‘oh what the hell.’  

“Yeah. I do like you, Doll.” he confessed, looking down at the floor. “I just didn’t want to make it all awkward between us, or have you be the subject of everyone else’s teasing and fuckery because you-”

“I like you too.” you cut him off with a big smile.

“So, will you um... go out with me perhaps tonight?” what you just told him would have eased his nerves, but it somehow made him feel like his heart was gonna burst.

“Only if you wear this very same shirt, Barnes.” you chucked at him.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Doll.”

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@lizzarooni

[pasteljeon]

sincerely, yours (m)

summary: in which you return to an apartment full of 7 horny boyfriends.

pairing: ot7 x reader

warnings: pining, dirty talk, heavy petting, sexual tension

length: 2.9k

notes: this is another blm commission written for the amazing @/himbeaux-joon. thank you so much for your support and donation! i hope you enjoy n forgive me for the wait.

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“You’re fucked.”

You pull your phone away from your ear out of pure disbelief. Squinting at the screen, you’re assured you’re speaking to the right person when your friend’s name peers back at you.

“Sorry?” 

She said it so casually and offhandedly you do a double take. Your luggage rolls noisily behind you, a hefty and rather rickety thing, though you don’t quite have the heart to rid of it just yet. It has character, stickers and stamps collected from your various travels scattered on the cover. Some are fraying and others greying and half-peeled. Some are new, recently added to the collection and sparkle almost obnoxiously next to your dying ones.

“You are so fucked,” she laughs. It’s less of a laugh and more of a cackle. You check your phone again. Still her.

“Are you going to elaborate on that?” You say dryly as you finally wheel yourself out of customs. The last month has been hectic, your job and position requiring you to fly overseas for the past three weeks. You would think your boys would have been used to the asynchronistic nature of your schedules considering how busy they usually are, but they did finish the last leg of their tour just as you left. Your company offered another two weeks of paid vacation is a thank-you for the generous contract you just signed. Your boys protested and pouted but you took it, adamant about finally taking that much needed break.

They reluctantly let you go, faking tears but understanding, their jobs equally as, if not more, stressful.

“Nope.” She pops the p with some dark sense of satisfaction, and you repress the shiver that crawls down your spine. “But I can say it’s a good type of fucking. You know, the one where you bend Jungkook over the—”

“Okay, got it, thank you,” you cut her off hastily, holding a hand over the speaker to muffle her voice that rises into a sing-song, glancing around discreetly to ensure no one’s eavesdropped over your rather scandalous conversation.

“You ever notice how whiny your boys can get when you’re away?” She teases when you return to the line. Rummaging in your purse for some change, you scan the airport café for some iced coffee, chuckling, “Yes. You have no idea.”

“You know all the boys have a chat exclusive for their very not safe for work thoughts?” she tells you. It makes you choke and laugh simultaneously, the cashier eyeing you strangely as he takes your order.

“I don’t know how they make it sounds so hot,” your friend continues blandly. “Normally it sounds so greasy. But they’re usually so well-behaved and polite. I was so shocked. I had no idea that Jimin liked—”

You yelp, staring down at your shirt. Luckily, it’s dark enough to hide the stain, so you mop it up sheepishly, thanking the server who offers you some napkins, clucking sympathetically.

“What?” You hissed, pulling to the side. You’re whisper-shouting into your phone now. “They did what?”

“Oh, you didn’t know? Didn’t Rhys tell you? He was rolling all over about it,” she snickers. You splutter. Rhys is a close friend to the both of you, and often spent nights gaming with Jungkook and Taehyung. You knew your boys had a group chat with your other male friends but … “But they’re usually so polite,” you exclaim.

Your friend clicks her tongue. “Cue exhibit A. Anyway, good luck girl. You’re gonna need it.” Without waiting for your reply, she ends the call, her cackles cutting off into an odd ringing in your ear.

“Oh dear,” you say to yourself, staring down at your drink. “What am I walking into?”

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Your friend’s call is lousy warning, if you’re going to be honest.

Only the maknaes are able to pick you up from the airport, with the remainder of the boys caught up in the photoshoot. They were able to wrap up before your flight landed.

They’re a ball of hazed energy. Dressed casually, face masked and caps donned, they somehow manage to blend in with the crowd of receivers. Your breath catches. In the short time away, you’ve forgotten just how little justice pictures and videos do for them. They’re beautiful.

They watch you like hawks, glazed eyes dark and you’re genuinely a little concerned for Taehyung. The outline of his length presses insistently against his black slacks, but he pays no attention, half-lidded as he peers at you through thick lashes. You’re shocked no one’s carded him for public indecency yet. The image alone is enough to make your core to clench.

There’s no fanfare, no glee, no innocent excitement, no cheerful, “noona!” you expected from the youngest. Instead, Jungkook silently reaches over to relieve you of your luggage, fingers grazing your palm. He pulls down his mask to kiss the corner of your mouth. He visibly tears himself away, and you can see the way his veins pop under the pressure, jaw clenching hard. Electricity sparks down your spine, making you shiver.

“Heart. Welcome back,” Taehyung rumbles as he tips your chin up. His voice is more of a growl, the sound reverberates from his chest, low and incredibly sexy it makes goosebumps rise on your skin.

“I missed you,” Jimin pushes his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. He catches your hand when you reach for him, steadying your shaky knees. You clutch at the sleeve of his turtleneck, his palm cupping the back of your head as his nose skims the column of your throat.

“G-guys, we’re in public,” you manage in a faint whisper, and Jimin’s grip tightens briefly before he reluctantly pulls away. Jungkook takes your other hand, Taehyung leading the way to the car.

They brush your concern off easily, not even bothering to scan their surroundings in case anyone’s recognized them. You do a cursory sweep anyway, but find the airport still relatively empty, the crowd occupied with their own arrivals. Suddenly, you’re once again struck with a profound sense of appreciation for Namjoon’s forever careful scheduling of your flights so this could be possible.

The underground parking lot is quiet, and you exchange no words as Jungkook’s Mercedes comes into view.

The sexual tension is, as they say, palpable.

You move to follow Jimin into the backseat, but Jungkook grabs your wrist, twirling you around. The cool metal meets your heated skin for a brief moment before he pulls you close. “Noona,” he murmurs, bringing your arm to his lips. He fastens his mouth over your pulse point, suckling gently. His lashes tickle your inner wrist.

“Jungkook,” you say breathily, his leg coming to push your thighs apart. You nearly collapse onto him, and he releases you with an agonized sigh. The mark blooms darkly, and he lets out a long exhale.

“Gguk.” There’s a warning in his tone.

“I know,” the maknae bites back. He lets you down slowly, hungry gaze raking over your form one last time before he lets Taehyung help you into the car.

He walks to the driver’s side, forehead pressing against the hood fleetingly before sliding into the seat. It does nothing to settle the heat stirring in his stomach. He can’t bring himself to regret it, though, despite the way his pants dig into his hard cock.

Just a little longer. His fingers grip the wheel tightly, knuckles whitening as he pulls out of the lot.

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They can hardly keep their hands off of you, glued to your side the entirety of the ride back.

Jungkook wants to scream out of pure frustration. He can hardly concentrate, though it is the crack of dawn and traffic is sparse.

He can hear the lewd shlick shlick shlick sounds of your makeout sessions. He resists the urge to check the rear-view mirror for the nth time. He knows one glance is enough to make his thighs clench.

He hears your soft, melodic sighs between kisses, lips likely beautifully swollen and plump from their coaxing. He knows that Taehyung is sweet, and that Jimin is eager, a little rough. It's downright pornographic. His eye twitches.

“Mmm, Chim,” you mewl.

That's it. He growls. “Guys, knock it off. Otherwise we’re taking her in the back of my car.”

“Wouldn't be such a bad idea,” Taehyung murmurs, and Jungkook risks a glimpse, only to see Taehyung mouthing at your neck, one hand down your pants. You're a vision, sprawled on Jimin's lap, head tossed back against his neck. Back arched, shirt halfway unbuttoned, bra peeking out and hair disheveled.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook barks. He’s a second away from breaking the wheel. Red light. He watches Taehyung suck a blooming flower against your neckline. He pulls away reluctantly to admire it.

“It's fine,” Jimin pipes up, and Jungkook swears he pops a vessel with the way the older slides a hand up to cup your breast, thumbing your peaks from under the silken material. “We're here.”

The maknae parks the car hastily, all too relieved to be home. He practically yanks the hinges off the passenger door open. Jimin groans, almost falling flat on his ass at the sudden momentum. “Jeon!”

“Sorry,” he mutters, stepping aside for Jimin to step out. Jungkook catches you, stumbling with trembling legs and poorly adjusted shirt. He sweeps you into his arms without another thought, moving briskly towards the entrance. His strength makes you squirm in his hold, clutching his tensed bicep.

“Smell so good,” he groans, and he has to pause at the door, letting you down only to pin you against the glass, kissing you hard.

“Taste so good,” he pants, unable to stop himself from grinding against you. He wants you close, craves you. Your hands snake under his shirt, pushing it up impatiently to flatten your palm against his toned stomach, the other fumbling with his belt.

The sound of the leather and metal coming undone makes him hiss, hips jerking. “Sensitive baby,” you murmur teasingly, fingers digging into his v-line. Jungkook’s breath stutters, cock throbbing unwittingly.

“I’m going to lose my mind,” he moans, slumping onto you as you give his clothed length a tentative squeeze. He’s so incredibly hard it’s painful. The blood rushing to his dick is making him dizzy, a little breathless.

Before you can reply, the door is abruptly wrenched open. You gasp, Jungkook nearly toppling over, but he braces you under his arm, catching you easily.

“Told you he wouldn’t make it in before he succumbed.” You look up to see Hoseok gazing down at you with those strong brows of his, studying you with an intensity that has your body flushing with heat again. Even upside down he’s gorgeous beyond reason.

Jungkook flips you back up, and Hoseok’s lips quirk when he catches you floundering.

“Bet he came in his pants.” Namjoon walks forward, hands in his pockets and his tone is casual, like he’s discussing the menu from your favourite diner.

“Colour me shocked the neighbours haven’t carded the two of you for public indecency,” Yoongi drawls, smirking when Jungkook blushes darkly.

“I’m going to develop abandonment issues if you keep forgetting about us like that.” Jungkook rubs his neck, embarrassed, as Taehyung and Jimin step in with mirroring looks of disgruntlement. Taehyung walks over, lips quirking wryly as you slide your arms over his neck.

“Don’t tease,” you chastise, but he ignores you in lieu of pulling you close, swaying slightly to the sound of his quiet humming. His hands are hot, burning through the thin material of your shirt as he presses you flush against his body.

“Romantic,” you whisper, smiling. Taehyung smiles too, eyes still closed.

“Welcome back, beautiful.” You startle at the sound, but smile at the familiar voice, leaning into his touch. Taehyung allows you to slip from his hold, the newcomer twirling you around.

“Hi, Jin,” you say shyly, biting your lip. Seokjin beams, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Missed you so much,” he says softly. “Was about to lose my sanity if you were away any longer.”

You laugh aloud, and Seokjin looks a little awestruck at the sound, watching you with that soft, adoring look in his eyes. “I thought you would’ve enjoyed the peace while I was gone.”

“Hardly. I was left in a house full of horny kids. The testosterone levels were crazy,” he sighs dramatically. “Pass.”

Somewhere in the background, Namjoon snorts. “Please, hyung. You act like you weren’t jacking off three times a day to her pictures.”

Seokjin squeaks, Hoseok roaring in laughter. Jungkook claps a hand to his mouth, trying and failing to hide his mirth, sexual tension momentarily forgotten.

You loop your arms around his neck with a coy smile. “Is this true, Jinnie?”

“Don’t tease me,” he mumbles into your neck. He feels the shaking of your silent giggles and groans. “I hate you, Joon.”

“If it helps, I’m flattered, you know. And the feeling is mutual, in case you were wondering,” you whisper to him.

“It wasn’t just that,” Seokjin grumbles, glancing away as the tips of his ears darken. “I always want you around. You’re my home, you know.”

Your heart swells, fingers tingling. “Jin,” you say softly, cupping his cheeks. He looks everywhere but at you, complexion mirroring a tomato alarmingly fast. Seokjin, who can dish out sweetness but never take it, mood maker but so shy. Seokjin, who is kind and charming and gorgeous and has a big, beautiful heart.

“I love you so much,” you whisper. He looks at you wonderingly, as if mystified by such an all-encompassing sentiment.

“___ … You have no idea how much I adore you,” Seokjin breathes, a little giddy, a little lightheaded by that fond, warm expression you’re regarding him with.

“Not more than me.” The two of you jump at the sound, jolted from your secluded bubble, to see, shockingly, Yoongi pouting behind the eldest. The composer has his arms crossed, brows knitted and cheeks puffed out.

“Did you forget about us again,” Yoongi says, petulant. You and Seokjin look at one another, stunned, before bursting into laughter.

Namjoon and Hoseok join the rapper, crowding the two of you from the sides, sporting similarly roguish grins. Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook share a mischievous look, squishing in close.

“Guys,” Seokjin complains, broad shoulders being quashed by the sheer force of Jungkook’s biceps. Your face is pressed uncomfortable tight against his – impossibly solid and strong – chest.

“Can’t – breathe,” you yelp, voice muffled. A hand grabs your wrist and pops you from the throng.

“Hello again,” Hoseok grins.

“Hoseokie,” you gasp, a little winded but still incredibly grateful for a breath of fresh air, something the dancer himself seems to embody.

“Sunshine,” he says happily, reaching for you. Before he can wrap himself around you, Namjoon comes slamming in, dimples and all.

“As much as I’ve enjoyed our little reunion, my dick is hard and throbbing and the obscene amount of times I’ve simultaneously cried and jacked off to the sound of your voice is absurd, my cock should’ve wilted at the pure ferocity and angst I’ve poured onto the poor thing, and I am beyond ecstatic to have you back – so much so that I need to rail you against the our skyline balcony, lest I implode within the next two minutes. So! Let’s move to the bedroom, shall we?” Namjoon says matter-of-factly.

“Good idea,” Hoseok beams, completely unfazed by their leader’s rather lewd confession as he scoops you up easily, your boyfriends quickly following suit.

Hoseok sets you down onto the centre of the king-sized bed, silk sheets bunching beneath you as you sprawl over them. You move to sit up on your elbows, but Jungkook hovers over you, pressing you down instantly.

His dark eyes rake over your form unabashedly, one hand popping the surviving buttons of your top and the other pulling off his shirt.

“Greedy maknae.” Jungkook readily ignores Seokjin’s disgruntled mutter in the background as he leans down kiss you.

“Missed your taste,” he murmurs. Your hand trails down his bare chest, retracing every memorized groove and dip of his unfairly gorgeous body.

“Jungkook.” He tears himself away, panting heavily, to glance at Namjoon, who sends him a warning look.

“Don’t be selfish,” the rapper chastises. Jungkook drops his gaze to where you lay splayed out beneath him, hair mussed and lips swollen, chest heaving as you recover from his ministrations.

“Sorry.” He doesn’t sound apologetic at the least. He runs a hand through his hair in frustration, growling once before he slides off.

“You’re in for a long night, beautiful,” Hoseok tells you, cupping your face and thumbing your cheek slowly, revelling the heat that tinges your skin. “You have no idea how much we’ve missed you. And not just this.”

“I missed you all too,” you whisper, smile soft.

Yoongi closes the door.

Your phones blow up the entire night, left collectively buzzing beneath the couch cushions.

[03:21] rhys: damn, y’all still banging? it’s been 4 days

[04:28] rhys: i need a gf

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“Mmm. Tickles.”

“Good morning, gorgeous.” You smile into the pillow, eyes still closed, turning your head to the side expectantly. You know your expression is a little blissful, and you hear his fond chuckle.

“Love you,” you mumble. Someone presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Love you too, heart.”

[arvinsescape]

Behind his back.

A/N: Darker fic for me to write but i’d had this idea for a while and i really hope you enjoy, please do read at your own risk as i have given warnings! 

Summary: Y/N goes behind Tom’s back and gets herself into a terrible situation.

Warnings: Swearing, death, gore, violence, general mob stuff, knife use, gun mentions and smut (oral fem r), unprotected sex (please practise safe sex) Minors do not engage. 

This is a darker one shot so please only engage if you feel comfortable, i have put all the warnings in.

W/C: 6.6K

You knew you shouldn’t be here, you knew how dangerous it was, Tom had specifically asked you to sit this one out but you didn’t listen. You knew coming here could be the end of it all for you, you could easily lose your life tonight but you were optimistic, confident in your abilities. You wondered briefly if Tom would kill you himself if he found out you’d deliberately disobeyed him.

You were a card Tom kept close to his chest, only bringing you in when he felt it was absolutely necessary. Most people assumed you were just an ordinary woman, only a few of Tom’s close friends knew who you were, most of his men didn’t even know you existed. He only ever met you at your house and it was always at some ungodly hour, making the sneaking in and out easier.

You remember when you first started working for Tom, you were initially sent to gain information from him by your previous employer. He caught onto your act after a while and found himself so impressed by your ability that he hired you to extract information for him.

“I should get going.” You said as you removed yourself from Tom’s lap, you’d been flirting all night, of course this was part of your plan. You’d been touchy feely for a good hour by this point, making it easier to take the document you needed from his pocket and discreetly slip it into your bra.

“But I was having so much fun darling.” He smirked, if this had of been any other night, you’d have let him take you home. He was by far the most attractive man you’d ever had to extract information from.

“Maybe I’ll see you around.” You flirted back and made your way to the back exit of the club, hoping to slip into the night and deliver the piece of paper that was still wedged into your bra.

You made it outside in the alleyway between the club and the building next door when you felt an arm wrap around your waist. You almost screamed but remembered the last thing you needed to do was draw attention to yourself, especially when Tom owned this club, you couldn’t have him finding out what you’d done, it’d blow everything.

“Not so fast darling.” You relaxed slightly when you heard his voice, melting into his hold only slightly.

“I told you I was tired and I’m heading home.” You said innocently and he chuckled before turning you around and pinning you to the wall, arms either side of your head and you felt your breath hitch at the closeness. You knew you could have given him a good kick between the legs and bolted but you didn’t want to. You’d heard he was dangerous yet you doubted he’d hurt you.

“I think you have something of mine.” He said as he peppered kisses along your throat and you shivered in his hold.

“I don’t think so.” You said again and he chuckled before moving his hands to your waist, your hands finding his hair as he continued to kiss along your neck, hands sliding up your sides and you found yourself panting as you grew aroused.

“Tom.” You said as he sucked on your neck, leaving a mark. He hummed as his hands slipped further up your sides, cupping your breast with one hand.

“You gonna hand it over? Or am I gonna have to take it?” He said as he brought his face back to yours, lips inches from your own. “You’re good, had me fooled. If only Haz hadn’t have asked to see the paper, you’d have gotten away with stealing it.” You laughed slightly as you realised you may as well drop the innocent act.

“Dam Harrison then.” You said and he threw his head back as he laughed.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game princess. How do you know I’m not going to kill you for stealing from me, I’ve killed people for less you know?” He said and although you should have been intimidated you weren’t, you were so wrapped up in his scent and just him.

“If you were going to kill me, I assume you would have done by now.” You said confidently, your lips where still inches apart and you were fighting everything in you not to close the distance. You felt yourself become disappointed as he moved away from you and held his hand out.

“True. I still want it back though.”

“How do you know I still have it on me?” You tried.

“I don’t for certain but I assume you do. Hand it over and I’ll give you something in return.” He said and you found yourself hoping that meant an absolute railing in this alleyway. You pondered over the idea before you sighed.

“I can’t. The people I work for won’t be happy, they’ll kill me. So I suppose I have to make a choice, let you kill me or them, either way I’m fucked.” You said, the atmosphere shifting from playful to serious as he furrowed his brows as if deep in thought.

“I’m not going to kill you but I am going to take my documents back.” He said after a while and you gasped slightly as he pinned you back to the wall, hand reaching between your breasts as he pulled the paper from your bra. You moved to snatch the paper back from him, ready to hit him and run but he was much faster than you.

“You know who I am don’t you?” He asked and you nodded your head. “I can make the people you work for disappear, make sure you’re safe, I just want one thing in return.” He spoke again.

“You don’t even know who I work for.” You said.

“True, I don’t but it doesn’t really matter. Tell me who they are and I’ll make them go away.” He said and it sounded as if he was trying to reassure you.

“What do you want from me?” You spoke after a moment.

“I want you to work for me.”

That was that, he indeed did get rid of the mobster you previously worked for, you still don’t know what he did and ultimately didn’t care. Tom was a much less demanding employer and always made sure you were safe, he didn’t leave you to fend for yourself, ever. You were yet to see where he lived, he didn’t want anyone to accidently see you and make any connection, he wouldn’t endanger you like that.

You were head over heels for him, completely in love, nothing ever happened between the two of you. There had been a couple of occasions where you’d thought he was so protective over you because he liked you back but after months of him not making a move and last weeks words, you realised that you were just a good business investment and that’s why you were so well protected.

You knew you were here tonight because you were in love with him, because you wanted to prove yourself to him, make him see you were more capable than he gave you credit. You weren’t just some girl who was good at flirting and stealing. James Kane was a dangerous man, he didn’t care if you were male or female, if he wanted you out of the way, you were dead. There were rumours he’d killed his ex-wife so she wouldn’t get any of his money in the divorce.

He’d become a thorn in Tom’s side and Tom was growing desperate to get him off the board, that had sparked the argument you’d had last week.

“Tom, I can do it!” You practically begged him. “I know where he’s going to be, it’ll be easy. He wouldn’t suspect a thing, he’s too arrogant to believe a woman could outsmart him.”

“Y/N.” Tom sighed as he stood from your couch. “No. I will not have you in the same vicinity as him, I can’t go with you, he knows who I am.” He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, he wasn’t used to people arguing his authority.

“Send me in with someone else.” You pleaded.

“No.” He said. “You’re not going, end of.” He snapped.

“You can’t tell me what to do.” You said and he almost pinned you to the spot with his stare, you’d annoyed him.

“I pay you to do what you do remember.” He snapped. “You’re not going, it’s too dangerous.” He said.

“So what? Why do you care so much?” You almost screamed in frustration.

“Because I-“ He cut himself off.

“Because what Tom?” You shouted and he pinched the bridge of his nose as he thought for a moment.

“Because you are a very valuable asset that I can’t afford to lose.” He said and your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. You really were just a good business deal. “You’re not going and that’s final, I’ll find another way to deal with him.” He didn’t give you chance to respond as he slammed the door to your home shut, leaving you crying.

You hadn’t spoken to him since, you were angry at him, you wanted to get this information from James and hand it to him personally and gloat. You realised it was probably stupid to think this way, you wanted him to love you back so badly that you were here tonight, putting your life in danger. You were currently seated on James lap as you flirted, your phone had now been buzzing in your bag for ten minutes.

“You should probably get that.” James spoke into your ear and you had to fight the urge to vomit as his hand trailed up your thigh, nothing like the night you’d flirted with Tom, you hadn’t been acting then.

“That would be so rude of me though.” You said as you leant your head back onto his shoulder, you needed to fish around for the documents soon and you knew it but you had to play carefully, you were on your own, no back up.

“I don’t mind.” He said as he licked a stripe up your neck and you shivered but not in a good way, thankfully he thought it was. You turned and kissed his cheek as you grabbed your phone from your bag, James’s arms looped around your waist.

You furrowed your brows as you checked your screen.

Tom: 40 missed calls.

Tom: 13 new messages.

“Who’s Tom? Boyfriend?” He said and you put your phone back into your bag after switching it off.

“My brother.” You lied, hoping he’d drop it.

“Seems pretty clingy.”

“He probably wants a lift home from his night out.” You spoke and James kissed your shoulder. “I’m just gonna go to the toilet, I’ll be back in a minute.” You said as you kissed his cheek once more.

You removed yourself from his lap and made your way into the bathroom, splashing water over your face as you sighed and looked into the mirror.

“Come on Y/N, you can do this. You don’t need his protection for everything.” You pep talked yourself, your nerves were getting the better of you. You were also panicking now because Tom was trying to get hold of you and you never ignored his calls, he was gonna be even more pissed at you. You made your way into a stall and as you locked the cubicle you heard someone else enter the bathroom, assuming it was a woman here to do her makeup.

You made your way out of the cubicle and your blood ran cold as you saw James leant against the sinks, arms folded as he pierced you with his gaze, the piece of paper you wanted to get hold of was held in one of his hands. He knew and you were fucked.

“I was gonna give you more time, but I assume you lost your nerve. He’s not sent you with anyone tonight has he?” He spoke and you tried to compose yourself, play innocent.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said and he shot you a glare so foul you knew you were done for.

“Don’t play dumb with me you stupid bitch.” He spat and you started weighing up your options in your head, you had to get away. “You honestly think I don’t know who you are. Very cute pet he has.” He spoke again, you needed to keep him talking whilst you weighed up your escape.

“How did you find out?” You went with.

“Tom put his trust in the wrong man. Jacob isn’t as trustworthy as you think, worked for me for years. He told me all about you and how precious you are. He doesn’t know you’re here tonight does he?” He spoke so honestly and you knew in that moment that his intention was to kill you, he didn’t need to hold back because in his mind you were a dead woman walking. Your blood pumping was pounding in your ears as he spoke.

“Tom wouldn’t be so stupid as to send you to me, no. You’ve come here off your own back.” He deduced. “Shame it’ll be the last decision you ever make.”

You bolted towards the door and James caught you, arms around your waist and you panicked, shoving your heel into his foot, he screamed in pain as he let go of you and you took the opportunity to kick him between his legs before bolting out of the bathroom.

You knew you couldn’t go to the entrance of the club, too many of James’ men were around so you bolted out of the fire escape and into the alleyway. You hastily took your heels off and threw them so you could run faster, you made your way into a different alley nearby, the area was quiet, no people around. You fished around in your bag for your phone and as you went to switch it on, you felt a body collide with your own.

“You fucking bitch.” James spat as he pinned you to the ground, your phone went flying and you watched with disbelief as it went down a drain, this was it, you were going to die and all you could think about was how you should have listened to Tom. “He’s not worth dying for you know.” James spat again and you felt the tears slip from your eyes. “Don’t cry, I’ll make it quick.” He said as he wiped at your tears and you felt around you for something, anything you could use. Your heart rate sped up as your hand gripped a rock and you used all your force to hit him in the temple with it.

He groaned as the force knocked him onto his side, you were quick to stand as you ran out of the alley and just as you were about to reach the opening a hand gripped your ankle and pulled you onto your front and you cried out in pain. You felt the blood trickle from your head as it collided with the concrete. He turned you over and you fought against him as he straddled you.

“You really are a feisty thing, I can see why Tom likes you. Bet you’re a good fuck, that’s why he keeps you around.” You studied his face and saw his head was split where you’d hit him with the rock and given his position over you some trickled down the side of his face and off his chin, onto your own face. Tears were streaming down your face as he spoke.

“Wait. He’s not fucked you has he. Fucking coward. Has he not told you he’s in love with you?” James taunted making your heart hurt at the thought of Tom and how you were probably never going to see him again. He laughed as he realised he was right. “I want you to beg for him, I want you to beg for him to save you.”

“Fuck you.” You said as you spat at him, he lifted a hand to wipe it away and you took the opportunity to punch him in the gut as you tried to roll him off you but it was no use, he was much stronger and heavier than you.

“You silly little cunt. I was gonna make it quick but now I think I’ll savour it, then I can tell Tom how he wasn’t fast enough, how he couldn’t save you. It’ll kill him to know he couldn’t save you. You’re gonna beg for him and the last thing you’ll ever remember is how much you begged for him to save you and he couldn’t.” He said as he got a knife out of his pocket, your eyes widening as he brought it to your face.

“Such a pretty face, it’ll be a real shame that he won’t recognise it when I’m done with you.” He said as he used the blade to draw a cut into your cheek, it wasn’t too deep but it was enough to draw a lot of blood, you screamed in pain as you felt it trickle down and into your hair. “That’s right scream for him, scream as loud as you can. Maybe he’ll hear you and come running. Might just be able to watch me take your life. Maybe I’ll carve out your heart and send it to him, poetic don’t you think.”

Tears streamed down your face and you felt yourself grow determined, you had to get back to Tom, you had to save yourself, you couldn’t let him win. You tuned him out as he spoke and felt around as you felt for the brick, you used it again, this time with a renewed force and you knocked him clean off you, you got up quicker than last time but it seemed James was just as quick as he grabbed your arm and spun you around.

Your hand went for his hand that held the knife and you used all your force to turn it towards him all as he went to stab you and you watched his eyes widen as he felt the knife plummet into his own body. You watched in shock as he fell to the ground, hands went from clutching his wound to reaching out for you, smearing blood on your legs and arms as he fell all as you stood there in shock.

Your knees collapsed after a while and you fell to the ground, fighting the urge to vomit, you must have looked a mess, blood, and dirt all over your exposed skin. You were no longer sure if the red of your dress was blood or the original colour. You’d never killed anyone before and although he deserved it and it was you or him, you still felt sick. You pulled your knees to your chest as you stared at James’s lifeless body.

You heard in the background as vehicles approached and you couldn’t find it in you to move and hide properly. You heard as gunshots were fired into the night sky and still couldn’t move. You jumped as a hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality and the tears came again as you screamed, turning to shove the person who’d touched you.

“Christ, Y/N. Fuck, calm down, it’s me, it’s me.” You heard an all too familiar voice. You opened your eyes and were met with the piercing blue of Harrison’s. “It’s okay, it’s me.” He said and you cried harder out of relief. “Tom! Mate! She’s here.” Haz suddenly shouted and you heard rushed steps approach before they stopped completely.

“Fuck. Is that-“ Tom cut himself off as he took you in and his heart dropped. You were filthy, cuts and scars everywhere. He practically shoved Harrison out of the way as he dropped to his knees in front of you, taking your face in his hands. “Princess, are you okay? Is that your blood?” He asked as he tried to look for any obvious and huge injuries. His voice was softer than anyone had ever heard it as he spoke to you.

“Some of it.” You croaked out and his heart broke. “Tom, he was gonna kill me, I didn’t have a choice, I didn’t mean to. He wanted me to beg for you to save me, said he’d carve my heart out and give it to you. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to kill him.” You rambled as he took you into his arms, nodding at his men who disappeared, leaving Harrison as he watched the interaction, it was like no one else was there, Tom was fixated on you.

“Baby,” he couldn’t stop the name rolling off his tongue, “it’s okay. He’s never gonna hurt you again. No one is, you’re safe, I’ve got you.” He said as he stroked through your hair, grimacing at the blood in it. This shouldn’t have happened to you. Harrison cleared his throat, reminding his boss that they needed to move, they couldn’t stay here, the gunfire would have attracted attention. Tom nodded as Harrison moved to start the car.

“We need to go. I’m gonna take you home.” He said and your hands suddenly grasped his shirt as you clung to him for dear life.

“I don’t wanna go home Tom. I wanna stay with you.” You begged and you didn’t care how pathetic it sounded, you needed him. He stroked your hair again as he kissed the top of your head.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He said again. “I promise I’ll stay with you, okay? We need to go though, I’m gonna take you to mine, you’ll be safe there, I’ll keep you safe.” He promised as he stood, you in his arms still as you leant all your weight on him, you grew more tired as he picked you up bridal style and carried you to his car.

“Haz, get someone to get rid of that quick.” He said, tone much more assertive than the one he’d used with you. He was referring to the body and you knew it but appreciated him not saying it. He carefully placed you into the black SUV as he told his man to drive, he didn’t let go of you the whole way to his.

Once you arrived at his he carried you into his mansion, if you weren’t so tired and still trying to process what had happened you might have been in awe of it. He easily carried you upstairs and into his bedroom, heading straight for the bathroom. Neither of you spoke as he undressed you, he was careful, every touch feather light like he was afraid he’d hurt you. He set the shower going as he got it to a good temperature.

“Okay, you should get in.” He spoke quietly and you nodded, before stepping into the shower and letting the warmth envelope you. You watched as the blood and dirt disappeared down the plug hole, washing away the evidence of what had happened tonight.

“Tom?” You found yourself calling and his head popped round the shower screen, his brows furrowed as he looked at you, he wasn’t looking anywhere except your face.

“Yeah?” He spoke softly and you cried again, his face softening.

“I’m sorry.” You said and he sighed before disappearing, you panicked that he was going to leave you until he reappeared, stepping into the shower with you, both of you naked as he held you in his arms. After a while he moved away from you, grabbing the shampoo as he lathered your hair, making sure to get all the blood and dirt out of it.

He took the sponge and cleaned you up, you winced as soap went into your little cuts, your legs and feet littered with them, he apologised every time you winced and you wondered what had happened to the big scary mob boss you were so familiar with. He was being so gentle and careful as he cleaned you up.

Once he was satisfied you were clean, he made short work of his own shower before getting out and wrapping a towel around his waist. He held out a hand as he helped you out of the shower, getting a towel and drying you off, wrapping your hair in the towel when he was done. He led you into the bedroom as he handed you one of his shirts and a pair of boxers as you put them on, watching as he dried himself off before pulling his own boxers on.

“Come here.” He patted the bed in front of him as you sat there, he took the towel off your head before grabbing a hair brush he had on his bedside table, you wondered if a woman had left it there and then cursed yourself at the jealousy that followed. He carefully brushed your hair and set to work platting it.

“Where’d you learn this?” You found yourself asking quietly as he fished around for a hair tie.

“I’ve watched you do it a million times, figured it couldn’t be that hard.” He said as he tied the end, dropping your hair and wrapping his arms around your shoulders before pulling your back against his chest. “What were you thinking?” He asked and you tried to find the annoyance, but it wasn’t there.

“I’m sorry.” You said again as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “I wanted you to see what I could do. I wanted to do this for you.” You admitted and he sighed before kissing your cheek.

“I never once doubted you but I always wanted, no needed, you safe. You’re precious to me and I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He spoke. “Princess you scare me.” He admitted and you spun around to look at him, feeling the anger you held towards him earlier that day rise.

“Why? Because I’m a good asset that you don’t want to lose?” You snapped and his face twisted in annoyance.

“I didn’t mean it like that. Just remember that I specifically asked you not to go tonight and you did and you almost died.” He said.

“Yeah and I didn’t did I? I saved myself if you hadn’t realised.” You spat and his face went red.

“That’s not the point. You shouldn’t have been there in the first place.” He almost shouted and your anger reached a breaking point, you moved away from him and got off the bed.

“Fuck you Tom. Fuck you.” You spat as you made your way out of his bedroom, slamming the door. Seconds later you heard it open again and Tom’s footsteps followed you.

“Where are you going?”

“Away from you.”

“Y/N, come back.” He demanded.

“No, I want to go home.” You shouted as you grabbed one of Tom’s many coats off the hooks and pulled it on, going to open the front door. Before you could pull it open Tom’s palm made a firm connection with the wood of the door as he held it shut.

“Please, Y/N, it’s not safe. You can’t go out on your own at this time of night.”

“I think I’ve proven myself pretty capable.” You snapped and he sighed.

“I’m trying here, will you please just stay?” It sounded like he was begging but he couldn’t have been, Tom Holland didn’t beg. Harrison had made his way downstairs now, the commotion having disturbed him.

“Are you guys okay?” He asked and you turned to look at Harrison.

“Please can you take me home?” You asked him and he nodded slightly. Tom pulled back from you and he looked almost hurt but you were too angry to care.

“Y/N/N I-“ Tom spoke and you cut him off.

“I don’t wanna hear it Tom, I’m more than just a business deal you know. I went there tonight to get information for you because I love you and I wanted you to see me as more than you do but that’s just wishful thinking.” You said and the atmosphere went silent at your confession. Harrison said he’d be in the car as you looked at Tom, you couldn’t decipher the look in his eyes.

“Until you’re ready to see me as a person Tom this isn’t gonna work.” And the roles from last week became reversed, you slammed the door before he could speak. You made your way to the car and Harrison smiled sadly as you hopped into the passenger seat.

“Y/N, he loves you, you know.” Haz spoke and you sighed.

“Then why doesn’t he just say it?”

“It’s hard for him. He doesn’t do relationships, he wants to keep you safe.”

“I don’t wanna talk about this right now.” You sighed and Haz nodded. “Jacobs dodgy by the way, he ratted me out to James.” You said and Haz looked at you in confusion as he pulled into your drive.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Make sure Tom knows I sorted two problems for him tonight, his rat and the thorn in his side.” You said, venom laced with every word.

**

You hadn’t seen Tom for a week and you were angry with him for a few days and now you just missed him. You wished he’d have followed you, come to your door and declared his undying love for you but no. No he hadn’t and you were angry about it and now you were just left with the sadness that he didn’t feel the same.

Your injuries had mostly healed, apart from the cut on your cheek and you wished you had a phone or at least remembered where Tom lived, but you debated it being a good thing you didn’t and couldn’t. You heard a knock at your door made your way towards it, pulling the door open, you were shocked when you saw him standing there.

“Tom?” You breathed out as you took him in, he looked like he’d not slept much, you hadn’t either, plagued with nightmares of James’ lifeless body. His hair was more untidy than usual, he was still sporting those black slacks that you loved so much, white shirt tucked in, sleeves rolled up, you were so in love with him that it hurt.

“We need to talk.” He said as he moved past you, you couldn’t decipher his mood. You shut the door as you waited for him to continue. “I am so angry with you right now.” He said and it was the last thing you expected him to say. “I’m angry that you thought it was appropriate to go behind my back and almost get yourself killed. I am beyond pissed off that you put yourself in so much danger.”

“Tom-“

“No, you’re going to let me finish. I’m angry that you think you’re just some business contract to me. You know the night you stormed out, I cried, I haven’t cried since I was a fucking kid. You scare me because you make me feel things for you that would put you in more danger than I already do. Fuck, I didn’t want you to go there at all because I am so fucking in love you that I don’t know what I’d do if anything ever happened to you.” He was almost out of breath when he’d finished, he’d taken steps towards you and now had you pinned to the wall. His eyes were desperately flickering between your own.

“I love you.” He said again and it was much softer than moments prior when he’d practically screamed it at you. You couldn’t stop yourself as you jumped into his arms, giving him a second to react as he caught you, your lips smashing against his in a desperate and needy kiss.

“I love you so much Tom.” You said as you pulled back before kissing him again. “So much.” You said repeatedly, almost like a mantra, through kisses.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.” He said and you nodded as he kissed you again. You were desperate and needy for each other as you felt him grow hard, your own arousal growing. He lowered you down as you stood back on your feet, panting. “I mean it, don’t ever do that again.” He said again and you smiled as you put your hands on his face.

“I promise.” You reassured and he captured your lips in his again. You pulled away after a few minutes, your arousal having grown and you wanted him, fuck you wanted him. “Tom?”

He hummed in response as he kissed along your throat.

“I want you.” You said and he softly grazed his teeth over the skin of your neck.

“Come on then baby.” He said as he picked you up and made his way to the couch. He lowered you down as he took your shirt off, you’d forgone a bra today and he groaned at the sight of your hardened nipples. “Fuck you’ve got amazing tits.” He said and you laughed slightly. He took a nipple into his mouth and you moaned slightly. His hand slipped into your shorts and he collected your arousal on his finger.

“Shit, you’re wet.” He groaned and placed kisses down your stomach, he removed his hand and took the waistband of your shorts between his teeth, pulling them down your legs as he winked up at you. “Bet you taste amazing princess. You gonna let me have a taste?” He asked and you nodded profusely.

“Please.” You almost begged and he placed kisses up you leg before you felt his breath on your clit and your breath hitched. He licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit and you moaned at the contact.

“You taste fucking amazing.” He groaned against your heat and you moaned again.

“Tom, please.” You needed him and he groaned as he encased your clit in his mouth, sucking as he listened to you moan out, like music to his ears. He wasted no time in licking and sucking your clit, twisting a hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger and he watched your face from his position between your legs.

You could feel your orgasm approach as he sucked your clit more harshly and he groaned as your hips bucked up to his face. He moved away from you and your orgasm disappeared.

“Tom!” You almost shouted and he chuckled as he smiled.

“Come here, want you to ride my face.” He said and you almost moaned at the thought. You both moved so that he had his back on the couch cushions and you were hovering over his face. “Fucking beautiful view.” He said as he moved his hands to your hips and pulled you down onto his tongue. He went back to licking and sucking at your clit as you rode his tongue, hands gripping his hair.

You felt your orgasm approach again and you cried out as one of his fingers circled your entrance before slipping inside, curling towards your g spot. You continued to ride his face as he pumped his finger in and out of your tight heat, adding another finger after a while. You almost screamed as your orgasm washed over you, it felt amazing, better than your fingers ever did.

“Fuck.” You moaned as he rode you through your high, keeping your movements steady against his tongue. “That felt amazing.” You said as you moved yourself down his body, straddling his hips, he groaned as your heat made contact with his clothed hard on.

“Open up.” He said as he placed his fingers inside your mouth so you could taste yourself. “That’s it, fuck.” He said as you sucked his fingers, cleaning them, all while keeping eye contact with him. He removed his fingers as you practically ripped his shirt open, a few buttons falling to the floor. “Careful darling. That was expensive.” He teased as your hands traced his toned body.

You moved down and made quick work of his slacks, shoes, and socks. He smiled up at you as you lowered yourself onto his hardened length, both sighing in pleasure. You gave yourself a minute to adjust, you placed your hands on his chest as you moved on him, moaning his name as you did. You picked up your pace as you fucked him, you’d waited so long for this moment.

“Fuck Tom, you feel so good.” You moaned out, which only turned Tom on more as he gripped your hips and flipped you both over. It didn’t quite go to plan as you both ended up on the floor but it didn’t matter you were both so wrapped up in each other that neither commented, he just continued to fuck into you on the floor as you both moaned.

He fucked you like his life depended on it and he went even harder when he found the right angle for your g spot which left you practically screaming for him. You felt your orgasm approach and you tightened around him.

“Shit, if you keep that up I’m gonna come.” He gasped as he placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing it in a figure eight as your orgasm approached faster, you screamed his name as your orgasm washed over you, he fucked you through it, thrusts growing sloppy as he pulled out of you, streams of his come lining your bare stomach as you came down from your high. “Fuck.” Tom panted and you giggled.

“I’ll be back.” He said as he got to his feet and made his way into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a cloth to clean you up. “Shit you look good covered in my come.” He spoke and you laughed.

**

You found yourself wrapped up in your bedsheets after another round, much slower and passionate than the previous. You had your head on his chest as he ran a hand through your hair.

“I love you.” He said and you smiled against the bare skin of his chest.

“I love you too so much.” You said.

“Be mine?” He asked.

“Of course, so long as this doesn’t change my job.” You smiled and you felt his arms tighten around you.

“It changes everything, it was hard enough knowing you flirted with men and they flirted back before you were my girlfriend, don’t think I’d handle it well now.” He laughed and you joined. “You’ll always be safe with me.” He said. “I know what almost happened last week but I’d never let anything like that happen again but you have to promise me you won’t go behind my back like that again.” He said and it almost sounded like he was begging.

“I promise.” You said.

“This seems to be healing well.” He said as he angled your face up to look at him, running his thumb over your cheek.

“Yeah.” You muttered as you placed your head back onto his chest.

“Jacob won’t be a problem by the way. I took care of it.” He said.

“What did you do?”

“Doesn’t matter, he’s not a concern.” He said as he yawned. You had a feeling Jacob may have spent hours being tortured before ultimately killed but Tom would never tell you what he did, never wanting to frighten you.

You smiled in content as you heard his soft snores leaving his lips, finding comfort in his embrace, he’d always keep you safe and you knew it and you’d never go behind his back again, although you couldn’t help but think that if you hadn’t done what you did you wouldn’t be here now. You still had a lot to talk about but that could wait until a much needed sleep, in this moment you were just happy to be in his arms.

[utakoi]

Office Yandere HCs

Pairings: Assistant!Izuku Midoriya, Investor!Shoto Todoroki, Chauffeur!Hitoshi Shinso x Boss!Fem!reader

Summary: Ever wonder what it would be like to be the boss of some office yanderes and basically have a harem? Well, look no further, cause here it is!

Warnings: smut !!18+ ONLY!! (spunking in food + masturbation + dirty thoughts + oral), yandere themes (noncon)

A/N: Bc my brain kept me up at night with this concept and has made it’s final decision on turning a one shot I was in the middle of writing into a series, I decided to write some messy hcs to take a lil breather from long works (evn tho this is kinda long already). Also, if you think this is the last you’ll hear about office yanderes, no no no, I have some other thoughts for other characters

Assistant!Midoriya Izuku

He is over the moon to hold a position that’s the closest to you

Out of your entire yandere office harem, he gets to spend the most time with you

He also definitely has an advantage since he practically schedules your entire day

For example, Shoto constantly tries to schedule one-on-one meetings with you in the guise of it being a matter of business, but Izuku cock blocks him by filling your day with a bunch of other events in order to make the meetings as short as possible, and sometimes, even cuts them out completely

He doesn’t like doing it often tho since he knows you can get too stressed with too much going on so he reluctantly has to give away some time for you to meet with the other yanderes (he’s still kind of a sweet and considerate bby as a yandere)

Will not give you personal space

Stands close to you during meetings, constantly visits your office to work (even tho his personal office is right next to yours), etc etc

Even if you don’t ask him to, he will fetch your meals and give you snacks throughout the day because he wants to take care of you and show how sweet he is (also because he wants you to imagine how good of a boyfriend he’d be if you just gave him a chance)

Now let’s get to the part that just popped up into my mind and inspired this entire post: if he can hide his cum somewhere in your food, he will do it

That coffee he gave you that tasted a little salty? Izuku spunked inside it.

The sandwich he bought that seemed to have more mayo than usual? He spunked in that, too

Whatever you think doesn’t taste right, it’s definitely because of Izuku

// // // // //

Izuku is thankful for his job because of two specific things: he gets to interact with you for most of the day and his office has a built in personal bathroom.

If he were to be forced to use the regular employee restroom, his lewd acts would have been exposed immediately by anyone who happened to walk in; he was never the best at holding his moans and grunts while jacking himself off after all.

In the privacy of his own bathroom, he could be as loud as he wants with both his breathy, pleasure-ridden voice and the slick sounds of him stroking his lube-covered cock. In fact, he’s even trying to be as loud as possible. 

Since your office is right next to his, there’s a small chance that you may be able to hear him through the walls. He can visualize you entering his office, concern decorating your features, wondering what he could possibly be doing to make such noises. If you were to open his bathroom door, you’d be met by the sight of Izuku sitting on the lid of the toilet, his hand vigorously pumping up and down his shaft. 

And he wouldn’t stop.

He’d just keep going, all the while staring at you right in the eye. He wonders what you’d do then. Would you just stay frozen at your spot, being unable to take your eyes off of him? Or maybe you’d get on your knees, completely turned on and ready to have a taste of his cum? What if you were actually more dominant than he thought and you’d just dig your heels into his dick, punishing him for slacking off his job by not letting him find release?

Fuck, any of those scenarios would be fine by him. 

Unfortunately, as he gets close to reaching his peak, you don’t come into his office at all. That’s alright, though.

He’ll just settle with spunking into your coffee, for now.

Investor!Shoto Todoroki

Needs your attention

Like I said earlier, Shoto will keep trying to schedule meetings with you in the guise of it being a matter of business 

really, he just wants to spend time with you

During the meetings, he will also try to convince you to fire Izuku so that he can get rid of who he deems as someone deliberately keeping the two of you apart (which, for once, is a pretty spot on theory from Shoto)

Will try to spoil you with gifts and make excuses or pass it off as a casual thing so you don’t reject it or deem it as inappropriate for a workplace relationship

The beautiful bouquet of flowers? He was buying flowers for his mother on the way over and  the flower shop had a 2 for 1 deal so why not?

These gourmet chocolates? A fellow business partner of his gave him a box as thanks for his investment. Unfortunately, he’s allergic to one of the ingredients, but it would just be a waste to throw them out, no?

This exquisite diamond necklace? weLL-

You get the point (also, these gifts are definitely inspired by romance movies he saw his sister watching while growing up cuz oof he did not know any means of romance until he met you)

He aims to schedule his meetings with you around lunch time so that he has an excuse to treat you for lunch

He loves providing for you AKA he loves providing for you and showing off how he has the means to take care of you (much like Izuku)

If you were to become his wife, you wouldn’t have to work another day in your life

You can just stay at home and relax

Maybe you can even cook him breakfast and pack lunch for him before he works

That’s basically his dream

He wants you to stay home, waiting for your sweet husband to come back from work

Basically, he’ll take care of your every need, and he means EVERY need

// // // // //

It’s one of those nights again.

Shoto can’t sleep because he’s plagued by thoughts of you. Today, you weren’t able to meet him for lunch because you already had a flood of other appointments to attend (he was willing to bet his entire fortune that it’s because of your stupid assistant’s scheduling that you weren’t able to make it). 

So, needless to say, he was pent up. He can only hop that you fall in love with him sooner. Did his charms just not work on you? Do you not like the cool stoic type? Maybe he just wasn’t giving you the right gifts. Were they not expensive enough to impress you? Not expensive enough to show he could provide for you?

He knows he can take care of you so well. You would never have to work another day in your life. You can just stay home, surrounded by luxurious gifts and servants who’ll be at your beck and call while you wait for his return. 

And once he actually did come home after a long day of work? You’d be bathed in affection. Kisses, hugs, cuddles... and more.

You’d want him just as much as he wants you, right? 

His poor wife, lonely and deprived of the one person she loves for such long hours. He’s got to show that he’s sorry for neglecting you. 

Pushing you down onto the bed, he’d run his hands all over your body, massaging your shoulders, pinching your hardening nipples, brushing over your sensitive thighs... And since he’s also quite needy, he’d be grinding down his still-clothed cock on your pussy, showing off that he’s missed you, too.

Shoto doesn’t even think he’d have the patience to take off your clothes. He’d just keep dry humping you, desperate for his own release. The thin cloth preventing the both of you from making actual skin-on-skin contact would make such great friction. He can practically feel it now.

... And yup, the feeling was definitely not just from his imagination. Without even needing to glance down, Shoto already knows that his thoughts of you has caused him to pop a boner. 

Hopefully, a quick jerk off session can tire him out enough to fall asleep, but with how much his hard cock throbbed, he doubted it.

Chauffeur!Hitoshi Shinso

2nd most envied out of your office harem for his job (he’s right next to Izuku)

Why? Well 1 - he gets one on one time with you daily and 2 - that one on one time is him and you in an enclosed space

Sure, he may not get as much time with you as the others, but he sure makes the best use of it

He’ll be chatting you up, getting to know you personally in order to make the atmosphere less awkward between the two of you (tbh, because he gives off standoffish and cold vibes, y’all are gonna be kinda tense when he’s just gotten his job as a chauffeur)

and he does it so discreetly

He’ll start the conversation of lightly, talking about the weather, how busy you’re going to be that day...

and then somehow it just transitions onto friendlier and more personal topics such as your favorite places to eat, what hobbies you’ve been trying out lately, etc

And he uses that info to his advantage

If he senses that you’re feeling stressed or down, he will drive you over to your favorite places and remind you that you should relax

But not only does he get brownie points for that, but would you really be so mean as to make him wait for you while you eat a meal or walk around the mall when he’s the one who’s trying so hard to cheer you up?

Of course not, you’re going to invite him and thank him for considering how you’re feeling

And if not, well, that’s okay, too, he understands (so long as he gets his brownie points)

As the boss of your own company, you’d often be asked out to meetings or social gatherings that involve drinking

Shinso’s always there whenever you get shit faced, and happily so

You’re drunk and you’re not gonna remember it the next morning, anyway... so why would he waste such a golden opportunity?

// // // // //

Shit, you feel great on his body.

Currently, Shinso is living out one of the best moments of his life. He’d come to pick you up from a drinking session with some investors and was ecstatic to find you drunk out of your mind. Hell, you could barely even slur out your orders for him to drive you home. Now, you’re pressed up against him as he holds you up and guides you to the car. 

Testing out the waters, he cheekily squeezes the flesh of your ass. If you were conscious enough to reprimand him for it, then he could easily just apologize and pass it off as an accident since you were stumbling around so much. 

And if you didn’t mention anything... well then, that was the single indicator he needed to know that you wouldn’t remember anything once you woke up in the morning. 

To his delight, you barely reacted to his touch and even let out a high-pitched giggle at his actions. As quickly as he possibly could, he opens up the back of the limousine and pushes you inside. You plop down onto the seat with a huff, completely inebriated. 

You don’t even register when Shinso crawls in and nudges himself in between your legs. 

When the door slams shut, you flinch a little, prompting Shinso to massage your thighs in an attempt to soothe you. He gazes at you lovingly as you look down at him with your dilated pupils. Fuck, you look way too innocent and adorable for what he’s about to do. 

Quick with his hands, he pulls down your waistband and completely exposes your sex. Before diving into his meal, he places light kisses that trail from your calf all the way up to your thighs. He wishes he could leave marks on your skin, but he wouldn’t want you to panic the next morning when you see clusters of purple and blue spread out all over your legs. 

He eats you out like a man starved, slobbering all over your pussy. All the while, you’re making such cute noises for him. When you gush all over his face, he’s happily lapping it all up, trying not to waste a single drop. 

Once you’ve come down, he dresses you back up as if nothing happened, which, in your mind tomorrow, nothing did. 

Shinso hesitates when he’s about to slide the panties back onto you. Maybe he could get away with just a little souvenir?

[simsadventures]

Gilded: Chapter 1: To Bride or Not to Bride

Mob! Steve x Reader

Summary: Your life is a mess and you need a little help from time to time. But, when somebody proposes a plan to rid you of all your problems all the way to the far future, you’re suddenly not so sure it is worth it. Especially since the plan is proposed to you by the most notorious gangster America has seen since Al Capone: Steve fucking Rogers. 

Warnings: mafia AU, swearing (like, a lot this time), angst, struggles with money, loan-shark, sleazy men, harassing

Word Count: 7969

A/N: It’s finally here! It only took me around 6 months to bring it, and I apologise for the delay, but I hope I will make up for it with introductory this chapter :) Share your thoughts, let me know what you thought and what do you think will happen next :) xx

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“Just, wait a second,” you said, your brows knitting together as you tried to piece together all the information the man in front of you had just given you. He was gorgeous, there was no question about that, but that wasn’t the issue here. There were many gorgeous people in New York, and you didn’t marry any of them. Yet, that was. 

“You want to marry me. But you still haven’t told me why, so?” You asked for what felt like the hundredth time that evening, and the man just smirked again, playing with his cuffs, never answering to your satisfaction. 

“I told you, honey, what I want, I get, and I decided that I wanted you, so, what is going to be? Are you gonna be a good girl for me or am I gonna have to force you, hm?” He smiled sweetly, but even you knew better. Behind that oh-very-sweet smile, there was venom and a ton of it. You rubbed your temples and plopped down on the nice-looking couch, thinking about what he was proposing. 

2 weeks ago

“Coming!” You yelled through the loud music at the guests seated by the table number 5 where a group of guys was seated, hollering at you every two seconds as if you didn’t hear them the first time. You rolled your eyes at your colleague, who just laughed under her breath as you strode towards the clients. You put on your best fake smile as you approached them, and from the whistles, you assumed they appreciated it. 

“Thank God you came, sweets. We thought you were getting tired of us,” the loudest of them laughed, and the group followed his suit, making your clench your jaw even more. Oh, how you hated this type of men, who had nothing better to do than calling a woman pet-names, making her feel uncomfortable just so his friends could have a laugh and a story to tell. 

“What can I get you, gentleman? Another round of the same?” You asked as sweetly as you could, but it was getting harder by the second as they all eyed you like a piece of raw meat, ready to be devoured. 

“I mean, that would be nice, and could you serve us a piece of that sweet ass of course as well? We’d really appreciate it, pretty face,” the loud guy smirked sleazily, and you fought the urge to vomit in your face. One of the guys made the mistake of actually making a move to swat you across your butt, but your reflexes were quicker. 

You took a step back and breathed in, trying to calm your beating heart. This was, however, nothing new in your line of work, and you just learned to ignore it, or, at best, politely turn them down. Because, as you learned very early on, the manager didn’t appreciate if his “girls” were nasty to his customers. He almost made it sound like you were to provide your bodies with the beers, but you told him straightforwardly that that wouldn’t happen, and if his pub was one of these, you wanted to have nothing to do with it. All you were there to do was to work the evening and night shift to get some extra money on top of your regular job, and that was it. He even made a few remarks how he wanted you all to himself, but you politely declined every time and just tried to ignore it altogether.

“This ass is not for sale, I’m sorry, boys. But, the vodka shots are coming right up,” you tried to give them your best wink but didn’t wait long enough to see if they accepted their loss or not. You genuinely didn’t care. 

The night continued in a similar manner, some people being inappropriate and you just ignoring their behaviour, and some people actually nice, even leaving you a few tips which always made you smile. You were beat when it was 11, and your shift ended, and you were thrilled today wasn’t one of those days when you had to stay there till 4 AM. It was then that people got really disgusting and you even had to resolve to hit a guy this one time because otherwise, you were pretty sure he’d manage to rape you. You sighed at the memory as you continued on your way home, just now remembering you left the tips meant for you in your locker.

Sighing you turned around and walked back towards the bar, and when you were in, you noticed three men in black suits talking to your coworker, who looked stunned and scared at the same time. You cocked a brow at her, and she discreetly shook her head, telling you that you shouldn’t come nearer. 

This time, you really frowned and looked around, but the rest of the pub looked exactly the way you left it, even with the assholes by the fifth table. But you listened to her and took a step back to one of the dark corners, watching what was going on by the bar. It didn’t take long, definitely not longer than 5 minutes before the men turned around and left the building. 

Your coworker looked positively alarmed by now, and you almost ran to her to ask what the fuck did just happen. 

“I have no idea, Y/N. I noticed them by table 10 like an hour ago, but I didn’t pay them any attention because that was Christy’s sector tonight and I had the veranda. And when you left they just came here asking about you,” she breathed out, and it was your turn to look alarmed. 

“The fuck? Why would they ask about me when it was Christy who took care of them?” You screeched, your brain not really comprehending the situation. 

“I have no fucking idea, Y/N. But, like, they asked your name and stuff, and like, if you were a regular waitress here or what. I didn’t want to tell them anything, I swear, but they didn’t take no for an answer. So I just told them your first name, I wouldn’t budge on your last, I promise, and told them that you sometimes worked here but that I didn’t know when was your next shift,” she finished, a little scared of your reaction now, but from the look of those guys, you knew they were bad news and that Anja did the best she could.

“Nah, it’s ok, An. I would do the same. I’m really grateful that you didn’t give them my last name, though, that was really thoughtful of you,” you smiled at her, and it obviously put her at ease as she hugged and hurried back to the veranda, where you both saw a few guests waving that they needed a refill. 

The hell did just happen, and why would three mysterious men ask about you? 

It couldn’t be that they found out, right? No… you made sure all the traces were hidden, forever, so, that wasn’t an option. 

No, you told yourself, there must be another reason for them to ask about you. But you didn’t want to find out. It was a one-time thing, these men were just confused, or one of them liked you or something like that, and you would never see them again. This actually calmed you down enough to start functioning again, and you remembered that you came for something specific, took the money and went straight home. 

“This can’t be happening,” you muttered as you looked over your bills. There was so much to pay and so little money on your account that you actually started to sweat. You worked two jobs and still wasn’t able to afford to live a life where you didn’t have to worry about money. What was more, with the high taxes, your rent, subway card and food you went into red numbers, and that was something you definitely didn’t want. Nobody told you that as an Arts Major, you could still be struggling to stay alive in the city of New York. 

You went over the bills again even though you knew your math was correct and that you didn’t have enough to pay your landlord this month. 

Fuck, you muttered again and considered your options. You could ask your friends, but you didn’t want to bother them since you knew they were struggling as much as you were. You shared your apartment with two of your best friends who you considered a family by now, Caroline and Aidan. And while you knew they would do anything to help you, neither of their jobs paid enough to be able to help you as much as you needed this month. 

Your other option was asking your landlord to give you some more time before more money arrived, but just imagining the conversation gave you goosebumps because you could picture the kind of service he’d want from you, and you’d literally rather go and beg on the street than to sleep with that middle-aged pig. 

So, as you summarised it, the only option remained the loan shark. Tony was actually a nice guy, once you got to know him, and he was nice to you because you always paid precisely what he told you to when he told you to, and never asked too many questions or begged for more time. You were smarter than that, and, besides, you’ve seen too many movies with loan sharks to know what could happen to you. 

The first time you went to him was probably 2 years ago, straight from university when you still thought you could make it big in New York. Well, safe to say that you didn’t make it, and while you remained hopeful, you had bigger problems than becoming a renown painter, like not starving to death and other fun stuff like that. 

You were awfully scared to go to Tony, he had a reputation of being kind of an ass, but people also said that, compared to the other guys in the business, he actually had the fairest demands, and as you had no other choice, you just went to him. And because life was a bitch, you ended up going there on more occasions. Tony was kind enough always to lend even small amounts of money because you really didn’t need 100K. No, you always need like 1 or 2 thousand, and while the other loan sharks turned people like you down, Tony didn’t, and he never wanted more than like 400$ as a return, which seemed quite fair as the other guys always wanted 100% or more. 

Well, Tony, it was, as you sighed looking around your room, thinking how you even got where you were. But there was no time to waste pitying yourself, and so you shot Tony a quick message, as you always did, and to no surprise, he was very quick to respond that you should come by later that afternoon. 

You were just getting ready when Aidan burst through your door. He stopped mid-step, looking at you confusedly because you didn’t tell him you were going somewhere. 

“Got a date or what? You never go out on Saturday afternoon, not if you can help it,” he said sceptically, looking around the room as his eyes landed on the fumbled papers on your table, and the look of realisation hit him. 

“You going to Tony again? Y/N, we told you, we can help you, babe! Let us help just this once, please?” He pleaded with you even though he knew it was useless. 

“C’mon, babe, you know you and Caroline are not making much either, and you’re both glad to get by another month. Tony is like an old friend by now, really. I don’t mind it that much, and it’s definitely a better option than burying you two with me under this pile of shit,” you huffed as you finished applying mascara, but you didn’t even check yourself in the mirror, really not caring that much how you looked. You went to Manhattan just to meet Tony and would go straight back, quick mission, in and out. 

“You need to find a better job, Y/N,” Aidan smirked at you, and you just laughed because you both knew it was pretty much impossible, especially since you loved your day job with the only issue that it paid like shit. 

“You know this is my chance to be close to art and I really want it. I mean, it could happen that they promote me from being a receptionist to like, I dunno, being a secretary to one of the curators of the gallery, right?” 

He just huffed and kissed the top of your head, striding towards the door. It was only then that you noticed he was dressed to go out as well. 

“And where are you going, mister?” You asked with a mother-like tone, and he just laughed, turning around as if he was caught in the act. 

“So, you remember John?” He asked, sitting on your bed, and you actually laughed out loud at him. 

“Which one? I mean, there has been so many Johns and Peters that I swear to God I’m starting to think there are only men called John and Peter in the whole fucking New York. So, more info, babe, please,” you scooted to him and listened to which John it actually was he was meeting and was pretty excited about this. This was John the Ballet dancer, and he looked really nice, so far. 

John the Fake Mobster was a lying bastard, John the Hairdresser wanted Aidan for just that one thing but would never admit it, and then you didn’t even have John-the for the guys because they were all just idiots who didn’t see your best friend for what he was: an amazing, although a little extra person with a very good heart, great sense of humour and amazing hair. 

“Alright, well, you know the drill. Keep your phone on data so we can use Find your Friend if needed, keep your eyes open for anything sketchy going on, but, most importantly, enjoy yourself, babe. I’ll see you tonight,” you hugged him tightly and walked out of the apartment and into the busy streets. 

If it were all up to you, you’d live in a secluded place, somewhere in the north probably, like outside Seattle, where you’d have a lovely little house, maybe by a river or by the ocean or something, where you’d have enough inspiration for your art and where you wouldn’t be annoyed by the little things, like the car horns blaring all the way to the night, people shouting underneath your bedroom’s window, and little things like that. 

But life was not a factory for fulfilled wishes, and you had to endure another day trying to make it in New York. You thought about all of this as you walked down the street to where you knew you could find Tony. You weren’t happy that you had to go to him, again, but you also knew that you didn’t need to worry anymore. You would have the money for your landlord by the end of the week, and when the gallery paid you, you would pay Tony back. Again. 

“If it isn’t my favourite girl!” You heard a familiar voice hollering from the shop, and you laughed lightly as you walked into the pawnshop Tony had set up in the lower Manhattan. 

“Hello to you too, Tony. Today a yellow day, or what?” You greeted him as you looked at his outfit, which was just a canary yellow tracksuit and a matching hat. He looked like a character from a bad movie, but you knew better than to say anything like that. 

“Yellow is very classy and trendy, thank you very much! Yesterday I wore this really nice green velvet tracksuit, and you should have seen some ladies walking by, they almost ate me with their eyes! I swear!” He added as he saw you stifling a laugh, but you just nodded in fake understanding, and both of you shared a relaxed laugh. 

“So, what can I do for you today, sweetheart?” He drawled, and you shuffled on the spot, always feeling slightly uncomfortable when it came to this part. 

“I need a thousand this week. Ton. I’ve been working my ass off, but the bills keep building up, and every time I think I’m out of it and I can live normally, there is always something holding me back,” you sighed, scratching your arms which was a nervous habit of yours that Tony grew quite fond of. 

He was almost sorry for saying the next thing, but this was way above his pay grade, and while he really did take some liking to you, and he would always give you enough time to pay him off, he knew who he couldn’t piss off. 

“Listen, Y/N, I have a proposal for you,” Tony started, and you frowned, not really knowing where this was going, but from the look on Tony’s face, you could tell it was nothing good. 

“There is somebody who would like to get to know you, and he has a proposal for you that he believes you can’t refuse. I don’t know any specifics, I just know he is willing to pay you a lot of money, and I’m talking thousands and thousands, Y/N. He said that nothing sexual would be involved because I told him that if he was looking for a one night stand, you weren’t his girl, but he assured me that this wasn’t it. He would like to meet with you and tell you all the details if you let him. And before you say no, Y/N, think about it. All you gotta do now is to meet him and listen to him, and he is one of those guys who don’t take no for an answer,” Tony finished, and while you saw it pained him to give you the message, you were too stunned to care. 

“What the hell are you talking about, Tony? Is this some kind of a sick joke? Like, did this guy tell you he wanted to talk to me specifically or just a girl desperate enough to come here?” You blurted, still not getting what he was about. 

“He asked for you, sweetie. I don’t know how, but he knew you’d come and told me when you did to give you the message and give you his address. Which is here,” he said, handing you a piece of paper with an address and a date with the time written on it, “and he told me that if you came and agreed to his plan, you wouldn’t have to worry about money this week or any other week. It could be your chance, Y/N. Look, the guy is extremely powerful, so, please, just go and meet him, and you’ll see, ok?” He was scared, and it made you scoff out loud. 

Great, so a loan shark was giving you a message to meet some mysterious, powerful asshole who wouldn’t take no for an answer and who probably stalked you as he knew you would be coming to Tony sooner or later. Just great, really. 

“It seems I don’t really have a choice, do I? Sheesh, Tony, at least tell me who this guy is and like how scared I should be. You gotta give me something because I can’t just go to some random house and be totally ok with it. Nobody can’t expect me to do so,” you pointed out, and Tony nodded in understanding. 

“Totally, yeah. I even asked if I should come with you, but I was told you should be alone. You should be alert, let’s put it that way. If I were you, I’d really think before I speak, because this guy doesn’t take anything lightly. And I think it would be best if you didn’t know his name, Y/N. Just… he doesn’t want to hurt you, all he wants to do is speak to you, so please, just do it,” Tony finished just as some customer came into the shop. 

You waited patiently because the conversation was far from over, but you knew better than to start shit in front of some stranger. Tony was evidently scared shitless of the guy, and it only fuelled your already growing anxiety. Tony was determined not to share too much information with you, but you didn’t understand why. Why could you not at least know the guy’s name? Who could it be? 

Your brain took a detour to a few nights ago back at the pub where you saw the men asking about you, and a cold sweat broke on your skin. It must have been connected, there was no doubt in your mind about that, and it filled you with so much dread you actually had to catch your right hand with your left to stop yourself from shaking violently. 

The doorbell rang signalling the customer left, and your eyes gazed at Tony, who was already staring at you apologetically. 

“And what about the money, Tony? It’s Saturday, and I need to pay my rent by Friday next week. Nice of the guy, whoever the fuck he is, that he wants to see me, but he won’t if I’m on a fucking street next weekend,” you seethed, and Tony was quick to walk around the counter behind which he was standing this whole time and walked closer to you. 

“He wants to see you on Wednesday, Y/N, and he specifically told me not to lend you any money, that he would take care of it. Whatever the fuck it means.”

“The fuck? I don’t even know his fucking name, and he will stop me from getting money to survive? What the actual hell, Tony? You can’t be serious right now,” you cried out in utter desperation because none of this was supposed to happen. You were supposed to come, chat a little with the goatee man, get the money and walk back home, where you’d watch some stupid TV show and drink shitty wine. 

But no, of all the people living in New York this shit must be happening to you. As you didn’t have enough on your fucking plate as was, some mysterious fucker had to be interested in you for whatever reason, and he wouldn’t let you live without talking to him first. 

“Can’t you just call him and tell him that I want to have nothing to do with him?” You asked when you felt calm enough to talk again. You didn’t even know whether you were scared or desperate or angry, but at best, you were feeling a mix of all these and some more, that was for sure. 

“No can do, sweetie, but I promise it will be alright, ok? You’re a strong one, I know that and whatever he wants from you, you can either give or can talk to him,” Tony smiled sweetly, and while you knew he was full of bullshit you let it slide because you just didn’t have it in you to fight with him when he was clearly just the messenger. Whoever wanted to speak to you, however, he would hear it from you because where were we that a guy just asks for a girl and the whole of New York delivers her to him on a silver platter?

Wednesday 

“You gotta be kidding me, Y/N. Are you seriously considering going there? For all you know it might be some elaborate trap and somebody’s gonna jump you and kill you in some dark alley,” Caroline screeched at you as she saw you getting ready after you came home from work. 

You had to ask for a night off from the pub since mister nobody wanted to meet you on your night of work. But you knew you couldn’t say no. Whoever it was, Tony was afraid of him, and Tony was a tough guy. And not that you wouldn’t be brave, but your bravery was mostly concentrated on being able to throw a spider out of the apartment or walk the corridor with the lights out, not really crossing some powerful guy who could do God-knows-what to you if you didn’t come. 

“C’mon, guys. You know I gotta do it. And I honestly think if they wanted to kill me, they would have already done it,” you muttered, trying to pick something to wear, that wasn’t too revealing, but you also didn’t want to go wherever you were going in a pair of baggy sweatpants you were currently rocking. 

“But like, what if they want to make a personal slave out of you, huh? Like, cuff you to a ceiling and serve them with your body, like a personal kind of slave, you know what I mean? You were not made to be strapped to a ceiling, babe,” Aidan panicked, and you actually had to laugh. 

“Your imagination never ceases to astonish me, Aid. Or are you speaking from personal experience?” You smirked as both you and Caroline laughed out loud at Aidan’s expression of utter disgust. 

“You two are disgusting, and I hate you, but that doesn’t change the fact you still don’t know where the fuck you’re going,” Aidan countered and you rolled your eyes at him. 

“I’ll keep my data on so you can see me this whole time, and if I don’t call you by 9 PM you can send the cops there, deal?” 

They both nodded in agreement, knowing this was the best they were getting. You were glad you had them in your life and that you had people caring enough to try and stop you from doing something stupid, but something in your told you that your life would be even worse if you didn’t go. At least this way you’d know the whole story, and you would be able to make an educated decision based on all the variables. 

“A’ight, but if anything sketchy happens, you run, ok? We can figure out the money, but we can’t figure out shit if you’re not here with us,” Caroline reminded you, and you nodded solemnly. 

God, you just hoped you weren’t making a mistake by listening to Tony. He even shot you a message in the afternoon, reminding you to go there because if you didn’t, it could end up badly for both of you. And it was actually one of the decisive arguments in the whole thing, surprisingly. You didn’t want anything happening to Tony, especially not because of you and your decisions, and so you just told yourself to suck it and prepared for the evening. 

You really couldn’t afford the cab, so you had to leave super early to be at the given address at precisely 7 PM. You also grabbed the book you were currently reading, Kim Stanley Robinson’s New York 2140, so that the ride to Manhattan wouldn’t be as dull and dreadful. You could think of the utopian future he depicts rather than thinking of your journey to the lion’s den, and that was the most promising image you created in your head about the place where you were headed. 

Not that you didn’t try to find the place on Google maps, but all the buildings on the address looked the same, and, actually, quite nice, so you had no idea what you were getting yourself into. 

Meanwhile, Tony texted you again since you didn’t reply to his previous text, and this time you took the time to craft a message telling him that yes, you were indeed headed to the manor and he didn’t need to worry about his own neck because you wouldn’t let others be hurt because of your incompetence or your cowardice. 

You knew you were getting off on Chambers St station and you actually took the time to think how many people living in Tribeca had to take the subway. The answer was, very obviously, zero, as the majority of the people in the subway were either passing or were clothed in a way you knew they worked in either one of the restaurants there or as a help. And you felt like one of them, because you too didn’t live in the wealthiest village in New York, and you too were going there mainly for business. Well, at least you hope you did. 

Checking every house number when you got to the street you were supposed to meet the mysterious guy at, you tried to find where exactly was the bat cave, and when you saw the number 112, you knew you found it. 

Your breath came in ragged huffs as you tried to gather the last remnants of your bravery as you walked up the stairs and buzzed on the door. Your head was spinning lightly, and you actually had to lean against the wall beside you to regain your composure. 

The door soon revealed a massive man dressed in a black turtleneck and a pair of black jeans, and you were actually quite surprised not to see him with sunglasses and an earpiece. If the situation weren’t so tense, you’d probably joke about it, but as it was, you just followed his lead as he beckoned you inside. 

“Miss Y/L/N, I presume? I need to see your phone and your belongings, ma’am,” he stated, and you raised a brow at him. 

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a standard procedure, ma’am. Everybody here to see the boss needs to be checked, just in case,” he stated, leaving no room for discussion, and while you sighed exasperatedly, you still handed him your bag and made a point by fishing out the phone and shoving it in his outstretched hand. He took a quick look through your belongings, pushing it against what you assumed was some kind of a metal detector before he pulled out another device. This looked like a big phone, and he scanned your bag once again. 

“What is that?” You asked, unable to stop your curiosity. 

“Checking if you’re not bugged,” he answered matter-of-factly as he continued before he put the device down, clearly not finding anything. Where would you even get a bug, and why would you do it? You rolled your eyes inwardly but kept a straight face in front of the man, just in case he was watching. Which he was, as you found out by him waving in front of your face and showing you to follow him. 

You braced yourself for whatever was awaiting upstairs and obediently walked behind him. 

As you walked through the house, you got the impression that whoever lived there was wealthy, but that kind that didn’t really put on a flashy show. There were no chandeliers, no heavy curtains and stuff you pretty much imagined this place would look like and that image had nothing to do with the Beast and the Beauty dance room, nothing at all. 

But this was… modest. Everything was very contemporary, some prominent brick here and there with mostly grey floors and the furniture was most definitely customary but, again, it was plain yet luxurious. You assumed that’s how the really rich people lived. They knew they had the money, and the people around them knew it as well, so there was no need for diamond stairs and a golden toilet. 

A few names surged from memory as you heard your coworkers discuss the wealthy New Yorkers, but you didn’t want to assume anything before you actually saw the person, so you just walked by the halls before the man stopped in front one of the rooms and quietly knocked. 

It was not surprising when another man dressed exactly like the guy leading you appeared from the room and took a quick look at you before he said something to whoever was behind him. When the affirmative came that you could indeed go in there, they shoved the door open and what you assumed was a living room appeared in front of you. It corresponded with the whole house, but your attention was caught by one specific thing. Your brain had its own world, and when you saw one of Tunji Adeniyi-Jones’s paintings from his last year’s exhibit, you almost fainted. He was your favourite contemporary artist. And seeing his work outside of the gallery was practically an otherworldly feeling. You gaped at the beautiful play of colours, and your heart swooned at the perfection of the brush strokes. 

“Ehm,” you heard somebody cough beside you, and it startled you so much you actually jumped to the side, your hand flying to your chest in a feeble attempt to will your heart to stay calm. 

You took the intruder in and found out that unlike every other man in the room (and there were a few, as you noticed) this guy wasn’t wearing all-black attire. He was in a comfortable-looking creme sweater and a pair of dark blue jeans, everything fitting him as if the clothes were sawn to his body. 

Which, as far as you could tell, was the body of a Greek God. 

“See something you like, honey?” The man interrupted thoughts, and it just crossed your mind that he was really rude, not letting you breathe even for a second before he had to make his presence known. 

“Yes, actually. I’m quite a big fan of the artist whose painting you have there, so I admired that. And you are?” You trailed at the end, signalling that while he was very handsome, you had no idea who he was and why it was that you needed to come to him this evening. 

“Straight to business, huh? I like that. I’m quite surprised Tony didn’t tell you who I was. Was he scared you wouldn’t have come if you knew?” He didn’t wait for your answer, however. “Well, honey, I’m Steve Rogers, and I am very pleased to meet you,” he smirked at your stomach dropped. 

Steve Rogers? That Steve Rogers? It wasn’t possible. 

“You gotta be kidding me,” you muttered as you scratched your arms nervously. 

“Oh no, on the contrary. I’m all too real, Miss Y/L/N, and from the looks of it, I’m glad Tony didn’t tell you, you look like you might faint. Are you feeling alright?” He asked like the smug asshole he was, and you just turned away from him, taking a deep breath before you finally turned back around to face him with a pokerface. 

“I’m alright, thank you. So now, can I know what it is you want from me so much you stalked me and made me come here, pretty much by force?” 

He scoffed but showed you to follow him to the sofa. When you didn’t budge, he simply took you by your elbow and pretty much shoved you down to the plump sofa. 

“Force, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I simply asked you to come visit me, is it so wrong? But yes, you are right, we should talk about why I invited you here. You see, Y/N, I’m in need of a wife, and after long calculations, I came to the conclusion you would be perfect for the job,” he said straightforwardly, and it was now that you felt like you’d faint. 

“Marry me? Are you fucking insane?” You couldn’t hold it in any longer. Form the pissed off expression on his face, you could see it was not the right move, but he couldn’t expect any other reaction, really. 

“Easy, honey or I might have to use the said force to shut that smart mouth of yours,” Steve mumbled dangerously, and you swallowed harshly. 

“Right, you’re a notorious mobster, and I’m literally nobody, and if you killed me, nobody would miss me. Good, now that’s out of the table, why do you want to marry me? And what does it mean you are in need of a wife? I mean… you are notorious for dating a different girl every week, can’t you just marry one of them if you’re in such a great hurry?” 

“No, honey, I can’t. All you need to know right now is my proposal. So, here it is. You will marry me, we will stay married for a year and then get a divorce. You will have everything every girl ever wanted: loads of clothes, all the time in the world to do whatever the fuck you want, you won’t have to work, and I will pay for everything and more. You will live here so you won’t have to worry about your rent money, and I will also pay your student loan, on top of which you will be paid 20.000$ every month for playing your role. And when the year is over, you will walk away rich, without any debts slowing you down and you will be able to do anything you want. How does that sound?” 

“It sounds like it’s not a proposal but a directive,” you smiled sweetly and stood up, pacing the room and scratching your hands like crazy. This was not happening, no, no, no!

You needed the money, you really did, and getting rid of the debt from your student loan that would have been sweet too, but at what price? On the other hand, you thought, how bad could it be to just be somebody’s wife for a year? He did make it sound pretty easy. 

“What would be expected of me?” 

“Well, you would go with me to every event and pretty much listen to everything I say,” he shrugged as if it was the most natural thing to say to another human being. 

“Like, you’d ask me to spread my legs for you here, and I would do it?” You asked, suddenly very angry that the man just assumed what kind of a person you were. You were desperate, but not that desperate. 

“Oh, no, honey. That is one of the reasons why I chose you: I’m not attracted to you, so no, I wouldn’t ask you for any sexual favours. We could even put that to our contract if you’d feel better, but, really, you have nothing to worry from me,” he again said with ease, and you didn’t know if you were glad he just told you this or really pissed and ashamed.

Not that you thought you were some kind of a beauty, far from it, but he also didn’t have to be so upfront about it. And now you understood it even less why the hell he chose you.

“Just, wait a second,” you said, your brows knitting together as you tried to piece together all the information the man in front of you had just given you. He was gorgeous, there was no question about that, but that wasn’t the issue here. There were many gorgeous people in New York, and you didn’t marry any of them. Yet, that was. 

“You want to marry me. But you still haven’t told me why, so?” You asked for like the hundredth time that evening, and the man just smirked again, playing with his cuffs, never answering to your satisfaction. 

“Honey, what I want, I get, and I decided that I wanted you, so, what is going to be? Are you gonna be a good girl for me or am I gonna have to force you, hm?” He smiled sweetly, but even you knew better. Behind that oh-very-sweet smile, there was venom and a ton of it. You rubbed your temples and plopped down on the nice-looking couch, thinking about what he was proposing.

“Then why choosing me if you don’t find me attractive? Not that it’s an issue, I’m just really trying to understand the situation here,” you said, totally ignoring the threat in his voice as you needed some much valuable answers. 

“Right, well, first of all, as I already mentioned, what I want, I get, honey, and you should always remember that. Secondly, it was your ability to keep a straight face, even though I can see the ability is not endless. I need somebody who will be sickly sweet to both my friends and enemies alike, who won’t mind a few sleazy comments from the old fuckers, and who will look like an obedient wife. I need somebody who will blend in and who will look trustworthy, and not like she was to stay only for a week. And when I saw you in that pub where you used to work, I could see you had what it took to be in this life, even if only for a year,” he finished, and you were glad you were right at least about the guy, Steve, also sending the people to sniff around your workplace. But then it hit you. 

“Where I used to work? I still work there,” you said dumbfounded, and Steve chuckled humorously. 

“Oh no, you don’t. You see, I need my wife free all the time and I need her here with me. Look, Y/N, this is getting tiring, and I really need an answer now. What is it gonna be, huh?”

“Like I even have a choice. You just said you would use force if I said no, so, what am I supposed to say, huh? I don’t want to get married, but I don’t have any money and your snoopy ass is getting in the way of my life, and you ended one of my jobs, and before you say you terminated my contract in the gallery, please think about it again. That job is very important to me, it has always been my dream to be in a gallery surrounded by beautiful art, and, by chance, having my art there as well. 

I don’t know Steve, your offer is very generous, it really is, but I don’t think I’m the right one,” you sighed finally and looked around the room, ignoring the boring looks from Steve. Then you saw the clock and you almost panicked, it was two minutes before 9. 

“Oh my God, I need to call my friends, or they’re gonna call the cops,” you said quickly already dialling Caroline’s number. You told her you were fine and that no, you weren’t a personal slave yet, but that you’d tell them everything when you got home. When the call ended, the venom was back in Steve’s eyes. 

“If you think you can talk to people about anything I have just said, you are terribly wrong, doll,” he seethed, and you were taken aback, but you didn’t want him to think he intimidated you.

“Well, if you think I’m not gonna tell my family about this, then it’s you who is terribly wrong, Steve. We tell each other everything, and if I considered this proposal of yours, it would mean Aidan and Caroline would know about this, at least that I’m marrying you for more than my undying love for you,” you spat back, and Steve saw the determination in your eyes. He knew he had to compromise with you, even if only a little bit. 

He already found out everything about you, he knew your whole life, your past, everything his people could find on the internet. And what he got from the search was that you and the people you lived with were extremely close. He considered getting rid of them but realised it would only push you away from what he needed from you. And he needed a wife ASAP. 

The mafia was still very conservative, and as he was the only boss without a constant woman by his side, he was sometimes excluded from important meetings that happened on “family retreats.” And he needed all the info there was if he wanted to be the best of the best. Or, the worst of the worst, if we were being literal. 

“Fine, but they will need to sign a contract saying that they will keep their mouths shut,” Steve smiled back, and you nodded, your head already spinning. 

Were you really considering it? But was there any other option? You needed the money, and it would’ve be great if you didn’t have to care about your student loan for the rest of your life. You would see the world, just like you wanted, you would have time for your art, and you would be free after only a year. That didn’t sound that bad. Sure, you’d be affiliated with a known mafia boss, but that was nothing you couldn’t handle. But there was still a question Steve didn’t answer. 

“What about my job at the gallery? If you made them fire me and I’m gonna find out tomorrow, I can’t even begin to consider this. I want that job, I want to work at that gallery, Steve.” 

“Fucking hell, I could buy you the gallery if you agreed!” He shouted, exasperated that it was taking so long. He really didn’t get it. He was proposing a life in luxury, and he knew that the majority of women in New York would be more than happy to be seen by his side. But you? You had to be difficult and even demand stuff. Fucking hell…

“But whatever, you wanna work there, fine. Whatever, I don’t give a fuck. Do we have a deal or not? I have better things to do with my evening than just bargain with you, honey,” he accentuated the pet name that you already hated.

Well, this wasn’t how you imagined your proposal to go. Not that you were too keen on the whole idea of a marriage, but still, a girl could dream. Yet, here you were, actually considering getting tied up with a mobster for a year just because he offered you enough money and a life that you felt like could be interesting, if only for a year and with a man who blatantly told you he wasn’t interested in you in that way. This was the only reason you didn’t feel as dirty as you expected because you knew he would never touch you and never want you to do something sexual against your will. 

You were used to lying through your teeth ever since you were little, your parents made sure you knew how important it was to keep your secret, and dangerous life wasn’t something you only heard of on TV. All this made the decision slightly easier, as you finally made up your mind. 

“Fine, but we still have a lot to talk about, Mr Rogers,” you set your jaw and outstretched your hand to shake on it with him. 

“Whatever, Mrs Rogers. Consider your rent paid and I’ll see you on Friday when we discuss our matter in greater detail. Now, if you excuse me,” he kissed the top of your hand and walked away. 

Well, this would be fun, you told yourself as you watched the man you would soon call your husband walk away from you, and contemplated whether you made the right choice. But your life wasn’t great as was, as much as you tried to fill it with laughter and happiness, and, in a sense, Steve offered you an out, even if only for a little bit. 

Here was to nothing, you hollered at yourself in your mind and followed one of the turtleneck-guys out of the manor and into the chilly air of evening New York.

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Ok I know your brain is probably on Last Life right now, which is fair, but if you're looking for some new Among Us angst opportunities, consider:

Oxygen failure now kills players if they don't grab a mask in time. Including Impostors.

Take a crewmate. Let's say, Tango, for example. He's not the Sheriff, he can't do anything special, he's just a Crewmate who isn't doing so well this round. He can't seem to get anyone to believe him.

Which is a problem, because Impulse messed up.

He took a second too long standing still while calling the sabotage, and Tango saw his screen. Tango knows he's the Impostor. He knows, and he's completely thrown off, and there's nothing he can do about it, right? They're both stuck in this room alone. He can't call a meeting during a sabotage, he can't act against Impulse because he's not the Sheriff, all he has is himself and Impulse and those two masks left hanging on the wall and -

No. No. He can't do that. Right? But it would be so easy...if he's lucky, Impulse will be too shocked to even kill him before -

It's just a game. It's the only way. And, a small voice in the back of Tango's mind is reluctantly, morbidly proud of thinking of it.

He takes both masks and braces himself to watch Impulse die.

(this can be a writing request if you want it to be but honestly I just thought you would appreciate it, game mechanic angst my beloved)

i really really love the mechanic of imposters being able to die to the O2 sabotage it's amazing

i'm sorry this one is shorter than usual, i just didnt wanna sacrifice quality for the sake of adding more words lol

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“Hey, Impulse,” says Tango casually, entering the lower deck. “You faking a task?”

Impulse grins at his friend from the task panel. “You know it. Killed anyone lately?”

“Sure have.”

“Nice.”

Tango goes over to the task panel next to Impulse and touches his tablet to it. As his download starts, he discreetly glances over at Impulse. He knows his friend hasn’t quite gotten the hang of disguising his sabotages when he’s imposter; maybe Tango can see something.

What he doesn’t expect is for the O2 alarm to go off the second Impulse taps his screen in the exact place he knows the O2 sabotage button to be.

Tango freezes, his breath catching in his throat. Impulse is an imposter. He has to be. But what can Tango do about it? Emergency meetings can’t be called during sabotages. And nobody would kick Impulse out on such flimsy evidence, if it can even be called that, anyway. The only thing he would be able to do is sheriff Impulse, but he’s not sheriff. He’s just a helpless crewmate.

...or is he?

This new map does offer one solution.

Kicking himself into action, Tango pushes past Impulse and grabs an oxygen mask, securing it over his face so he can breathe. Then he grabs the last one and backs away from Impulse, who stops and stares at him with wide eyes. “Tango, what are you doing?”

“Imposters don’t deserve to live,” Tango says quietly.

Impulse blinks. “I’m not an imposter, Tango. Please give me the mask.”

“No. I know you’re the imposter and I’m not giving you the mask.”

“Tango, c’mon!” Impulse’s voice rises in panic. “E-Even if I WAS the imposter, would you really just leave me to suffocate and die?!”

“YES!” Tango’s voice also rises to match his friend’s. “If I give you the mask, you’re just gonna get voted off anyway! Why not just get you out that much quicker?”

The flashing of the red lights increases in intensity. Twenty seconds left until death.

This makes Impulse desperate and he draws his knife, lowering slightly into an aggressive stance. “Tango. GIVE ME THE MASK.”

Tango clutches the mask tighter and backs up as far as he can, his heart skipping a beat. He wasn’t 100% sure that Impulse is the imposter but now there’s no doubt whatsoever. “No.”

“Give me the mask and I’ll get voted off. You can get me voted off. It doesn’t have to end like this.”

“No it does, cuz I don’t trust that you actually will get voted off. This is the only certain way to get rid of you.” He lifts the mask above his head, despite being well aware that Impulse is taller than him. “If you really want it, come get it.”

He realises only a second later just how bad that decision was.

Encouraged by Tango’s vulnerable stance, Impulse lunges and stabs Tango in the stomach. Letting out a choked scream, Tango drops to the floor, the oxygen mask still clasped tightly in his hand. He fights against Impulse as the latter tries to take the mask from him, using the last of his strength to cling onto it.

Finally, it’s wrenched from his grasp.

But it’s too late.

Impulse’s body hits the ground just a split second later.

Breathing heavily, Tango lets his eyes close, the throbbing pain in his stomach slowly ebbing away as he slips under.

At least his sacrifice won’t be in vain.