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mlmxreader · 10 days ago

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300+ prompts.

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Prompts 1-300

1. "Nothing can stop us now"

2. "I tried to warn ya"

3. "I'm tired of pretending"

4. "I guess that makes me your favourite"

5. "If you put yourself in danger like that again, I'll..." "You'll what?"

6. "Where did you get all this?"

7. "Easiest choice I've ever made"

8. "I'm not going anywhere"

9. "I'm happiest when I'm with you"

10. "That felt like my first kiss..." "Is that bad?"

11. "Whatever it takes"

12. "I don't want to go if you can't follow"

13. "Can we please not talk about that?"

14. "Please?"

15. "Don't be scared"

16. "Is that how much you missed me?"

17. "Let me in before I get soaked"

18. "Do you have to?" "What? Your lap is my favourite place to sit!"

19. "I just don't know where to start"

20. "C'mon, you need to take a break"

21. “Would you answer my question, please?”

22. “I’ve got an hour exam tomorrow”

23. “You look stupid and rich”

24. “I wouldn’t go a single step with you”

25. “Well, that’s what makes you stupid”

26. “Why would I wanna go to a shitty little pub?”

27. “Because you always go where I go”

28. “I tried too hard, think I might have pulled something”

29. “I’m trying to concentrate, do you mind?”

30. “Hello, animals”

31. “I’m your roommate, if anyone asks”

32. “Oh, shove it right up your ass!”

33. “What would you say if I told you I think I’m in love with you?”

34. “Am I just anybody to you? Something to throw away when you get bored?”

35. “Are you jealous?”

36. “Did you at least make the other guy look worse?”

37. “Son of a bitch”

38. “Whose side are you on, exactly?”

39. “You don’t understand, you're not getting it”

40. “There’s no problem here, not with us anyway”

41. “You’re gonna end up working late if you sit there watching me all day”

42. “See, I think you’re scared”

43. “Admit you care”

44. “Aren’t you a good soldier?”

45. “That’s two outta three, not bad”

46. “We’re together, now, we’re happy”

47. “Don’t leave me”

48. “Who said anything about marriage?”

49. “I’m saying it now, before you can beat me to it”

50. “You wanna marry me?” “Yeah.” “Why?”

51. “My friends are gonna love you”

52. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise”

53. “Very casual, huh?”

54. “I didn’t think it’d be like this”

55. “This is too much for me”

56. “It’ll be a breeze”

57. “So far, so good”

58. “I… I’d like you to meet…”

59. “How can you see me, and still love me?” “That’s what it’s about.”

60. “Do not bullshit thy boyfriend”

61. “Yeah, but it’s home”

62. “Carry me across the threshold”

63. “Would you please say something?”

64. “Please, talk to him”

65. “Can’t you just do it for me?”

66. “You’re a heartless bastard”

67. “I forgot my key”

68. “I’m sorry”

69. “Love means never having to say you’re sorry”

70. “Don’t bullshit me, you were showing off”

71. “I got something important I wanna tell you”

72. “You got kicked out of the army?”

73. “That’s a mistake, it has to be”

74. “Can’t I take my fucking husband out to dinner?”

75. “I just need you”

76. “I believe you, I really do”

77. “Would you please hold me?”

78. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

79. “I want to help”

80. “I’m sorry”

81. "I never told you”

82. “You never asked”

83. “I’ve gotta say what I’ve gotta say, and then I'll shut up”

84. “Tell me everything’s gonna be alright, just... please say it's gonna be fine”

85. “Follow me, and do not let go of my hand”

86. “Are you proud?”

87. “What have you got to lose?”

88. “At least I can say I tried”

89. “I don’t know what to do about it”

90. “I never wanted anybody more than I wanted you”

91. “I want you, I need you, only you”

92. “I won’t let anybody take you away from me”

93. “Be mine, please?”

94. “Just love me”

95. “You deserve it after the week we've had”

96. “You’re sublime, you’re amazing”

97. “I’ve been with you all day, you know I have”

98. “I’m trying to stay calm, I really am”

99. “I’m gonna love you now, and then you can walk away and decide what to do about it”

100. “I won’t let you walk away”

101. “You got me, don't you?”

102. “My hands are fucking shaking”

103. “I think I know what’s going on here, with us”

104. “I know what it’s like”

105. “We could start over”

106. “Just look me in the eyes and say I’m wrong, say you don't feel the same”

107. “Is this what you want?”

108. “I can’t go back there again”

109. “You asked me to love you and I did! I still do!”

110. “Are you ready for the time of your life?”

111. “I beg your fucking pardon?”

112. “Show me your heart, come on, show me what you really feel”

113. “Can you help me with this?”

114. “I can handle everything, don't worry”

115. “If you love me, let me go, let me do this on my own”

116. “My heart is just too heavy to care about anything anymore”

117. “I don’t deserve to love you”

118. “I used to press your hand to my lips, remember?”

119. “I used to savour every single kiss, every touch”

120. “I couldn’t face a life without you by my side”

121. “I'm gonna keep my hand against your mouth so you'll be quiet, alright?”

122. “I think I made it very clear what I think”

123. “I only wish you weren’t my friend, then maybe I could say it properly”

124. “I never claimed to be a good person, you know that”

125. “You never needed any help, you just needed a little push”

126. “If you still care, let me know now because I don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive”

127. “If you want it come and take it”

128. “Let me tell you, man, when I said it, I meant it”

129. “I can rattle off a million other reasons why I love you and why I'll always love you”

130. “I don’t want to get back up, I'm tired”

131. “But I have to fucking say it already, so it might as well be today, right?”

132. “I’m in no shape to do this, my leg is completely fucked”

133. “Believe it or not, but it is true”

134. “Walk with me, please?”

135. “Don’t let this fucking bastard get to you”

136. “How could you forget about it?”

137. “To each his own, I guess”

138. “We can’t continue on like this, hiding all the time”

139. “It doesn’t matter what you say, I'm always gonna be here”

140. “I’ll show you what I’ve hidden”

141. “Where is your fight, my friend?”

142. “A little better than I would ever deserves”

143. “It doesn’t seem to matter”

144. “We were meant to be together”

145. “Know what I mean?”

146. “You made it work”

147. “I will never love another man, I can only love you”

148. “I’m so fucking pissed”

149. “I won’t let you disappear out there on your own!”

150. “Oh, fuck your intelligence! I don't want to think anymore!”

151. “I can’t believe I’m actually saying this to you, I think I'm still dreaming”

152. “So now, I have something to say, are you gonna listen?”

153. “This hasn’t torn us apart, so nothing ever will”

154. “It’s none of your business”

155. “I’m tired of this shit”

156. “I want to go home”

157. “Don’t waste my fucking time”

158. “But you know me”

159. “I better tell you everything”

160. “It’s been years since anyone could be a friend, I've... I missed it a lot”

161. “All you have to do is close your eyes, alright? Just close your eyes for a bit”

162. “But you can’t break me, I can't be broken”

163. “I was all that you wanted and more”

164. “I’d love to help you waste time today”

165. “I’m never gonna be enough”

166. “I guess it’s time to see”

167. “I haven’t felt like this in years”

168. “I know where I need to go”

169. “It’s a miracle you haven’t broken any laws, or any bones for that matter”

170. “You know just as much as I do, we were told the same thing”

171. “I am not the same”

172. “You really wanna know who the fuck I am? Are you sure?”

173. “It doesn’t matter ‘cause I know you’ll never listen to me, even if I screamed it in your face!”

174. “I swear I fucking give up”

175. “Tell me all about it”

176. “I’d love to hear you talk about it forever”

177. “I’m your friend, I love you”

178. “Do what you want”

179. “Just remember that I love you, and I want you to come back in one piece”

180. “I’ve always felt love this way for you”

181. “I don’t need you to do it for me”

182. “Don’t look away, look me in the eyes”

183. “I’m gonna show you how to do it”

184. “I fucking told you so!”

185. “I don’t wanna go to sleep, I'm... shit, I'm scared”

186. “I gotta know now, you better tell me”

187. “Would you hurry up and get inside”

188. “Isn’t this fun?”

189. “Don’t ask me how I am”

190. “I never learn, do I?”

191. “You always come to me”

192. “Couldn’t bear it if you leave”

193. “Is this wrong of me?”

194. “There it goes again, I can hear it louder - it's getting closer!”

195. “Why won’t you stop staring at me?”

196. “What the fuck is all this for?”

197. “Is this what you want?”

198. “Say something, anything to me”

199. “How do you feel?”

200. “Why does it have to be this way?”

201. “I don’t know how else to put this”

202. “I will give you anything, you just have to ask”

203. “Say you want to stay with me”

204. “I want to know I belong to you”

205. “I just want to be right by your side”

206. “I will give you everything”

207. “I gotta say what’s on my mind”

208. “Give me your hand”

209. “I’ll take you home”

210. “You are going to relax”

211. “Listen only to my voice”

212. “I’d cross the world for you”

213. “Where are my cigarettes?”

214. “I want the fucking truth”

215. “Is this the best you can come up with?”

216. “I can’t stay here forever”

217. “Is that an excuse?”

218. “Well I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again”

219. “I really love you, baby”

220. “You must be brave”

221. “Get out my way!”

222. “Just tell me I am yours ‘cause you are mine”

223. “What are you doing here?”

224. “I never knew you could dance so well”

225. “Thank you, so much, honestly”

226. “I can never repay you for what you’ve done”

227. “It’s rather good”

228. “I’m alive!”

229. “Open wide”

230. “Give me spark to light the world up in flames”

231. “Washed away with the tears”

232. “Inside your sleep, vile images creep”

233. “Hear the screams that haunt your soul”

234. “Tell me of the souls you have drowned”

235. “Losing control of your own”

236. “In time you’ll realise”

237. “Craft it to how you see fit”

238. “Recognise powers you hold”

239. “I swear by the blood I have shed”

240. “To rely on the hand that still feeds you”

241. “We’d be free to grow our wings”

242. “Untruth, is this my fate?”

243. “The world we know’s an abysmal hell”

244. “How can you just stand there and stare?”

245. “I’ll wait for you”

246. “If our world ended today, would you suffer or just sit there awaiting damnation?”

247. “It will take all you have held sacred”

248. “Stay here till the windows stop burning for your dreams”

249. “To feel this pain with you”

250. “You’ll feel better when you’re gone”

251. “First step in taking back your life”

252. “So you think you’ve won”

253. “Come take a walk inside”

254. “This enraged pissed off mind”

255. “Lusted for so long”

256. “How can this be for real?”

257. “It’s so beautiful”

258. “Make me swear if I see your face again”

259. “Fuck you”

260. “Tie you up, make you bleed”

261. “Just like me”

262. “They can’t take what’s in our hearts”

263. “They’ll never take what’s in our hearts”

264. “Did you forget something?”

265. “Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t love me the same way”

266. “Another night wide awake, huh?”

267. “Don’t fucking torment me”

268. “I waited in the rain so I could assure that we’d be alone”

269. “I don’t think I can stomach another night alone in this house”

270. “Don’t be a dick”

271. “Would you be mine?”

272. “Take my hand, please, just hold my fucking hand”

273. “You chose me - above everyone else, you chose me… why?”

274. “What, did you think I was just happy to be your fucking toy all this time?”

275. “I keep telling you to take a coat”

276. “I have a door! You don’t have to keep using the window”

277. “There’s nothing out there, nothing to be afraid of, at least”

278. “You’ve been gone for so long…”

279. “Don’t tell me that that’s a fucking ring in your hand”

280. “I don’t care what anybody says, I love you, and I love being with you”

281. “It’s getting dark, don’t you think we should leave?”

282. “You’re different, I like it”

283. “Where the fuck did you find a dog?”

284. “Y- you weren’t in bed, and it was so cold…”

285. “You’re not seriously staying up all night to play video games”

286. “I would never hurt you”

287. “I came all this way just to ask you… if you’d go on a date with me”

288. “It’s starting to fucking hammer down”

289. “Stop pretending to give a shit”

290. “Just stop it!”

291. “You can’t go all that way on that horse”

292. “You have to be joking, you couldn’t have come all this way in the middle of a fucking storm”

293. “I would do anything for you, for love”

294. “Tell me what you want”

295. “You can’t keep handing me little notes all the time”

296. “Perhaps one day, we’ll be together properly”

297. “Oh, shit”

298. “I’m your huckleberry”

299. “We could’a had a good fuckin’ life”

300. “I missed feeling your hand in mine”

301. “C’mere, dance with me - there’s a slow song on the radio”

302. “I made this for you”

303. “I never did thank you for that.” “A kiss would be a good thank you”

304. “I know you wanted me to stay”

305. “Don’t cause a scene”

306. “It’s where I belong - at your side”

307. “What? I don’t like it when people look at you like that”

308. “What have you done this time?”

309. “Don’t be so sour - I’m just having fun!”

310. “You will always be my first choice”

311. “I will always love you”

312. “You’re always on my mind, you know, always”

313. “What you waitin’ for, cowboy? An invite?”

314. “I like the direction you’re going, so if it’s okay, I’ll stick around”

315. “I don’t want to be, y’know, casual anymore - I wanna be serious”

316. “You two are almost joined at the fucking hip”

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jotunvali02 · 5 months ago

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Playing Ace Attorney, Rise from the Ashes part 7

"I'm sorry Lana. I didn't know. And I've treated you so badly all this time…" "It's not too late. There's still plenty of time to make up..."

Like you and a certain baby prosecutor, Feenie??

Married Objections.💙💞❤️

OMG! My baby's trying to comfort a person who made him feel betrayed again! 😭

"Just relax, and enjoy the sound of the noose tightening around your neck." ^q^ Yes…

Shibari, Daddy.🔥

First baby Edgey, now baby Ema… like has this world no care at all about children?? Does it mean nothing at all in this world? That world rly SUCKS!

"GUILTY"???

Guilty of what?? Forging evidence 2 years ago or Goodman's murder???

So pursuing the truth is NOT what I should have done here?? Taku, did you purposely tried to fuck us up here??

And HOW Ema's fingerprints on the cloth prove SHE was the killer? I bet GANT put her hand on the vest while she was unsconcious!! And she only crashed a vase on Marshall, she never touched him!!

And Edgey tells me off cause I shouldn't have pursued the truth too far, while bitch YOU kept telling over and over that the truth is the only important thing here, "no matter how tragic it might be"!

Oh. I just had to lie about the evidence to have Gant telling the truth. Huh. Sneaky and low, Taku. Sneaky and low.

Wait. Wai-wait So when I presented the handprint the 1st time (and got the guilty verdict), everyone knew instantly it was Ema's.

But now we need it to be sent to the labo??

So, to get a guilty verdict, the court or Edgeworth doesn’t need actual scientifically proven evidence?? WTF??

Ok, pfff. In both choices, we prove the handprint is Ema’s but we can say there is a contradiction in one choice but not the other while they’re eventually the same choice??! WTF???

"You and me we’re the same."

He’s NOTHING like you rotten asshole!! He’s a sweet pure baby!!👼😭 A baby you beat up and had beaten up endlessly during 3 fucking days because he’s too much of good and righteous sweet baby to your taste!!

«I can hear them singing a melodious melody!»

Like this?

youtube

But wait.

WHY did he kill Neil Marshall ????

And is Lana going to get harsh penalties for HER forged evidence?

Oh. she's... beautiful when she smiles. O///O

Yeah, you feel for him, but can you at least say "Sorry I'VE put you in deep shit?"

Baby Edgey: "It was nothing! Baka."

Shut the fuck up.

"I was worried all this might break you." Careful, girl. CAREFUL!!! "But you rose above it and guided Mr Wright to victory."

Yes. Bc he's the best husband!! 😭 😭 ❤️💞

Wait. He basically wanted to prove you guilty in the beginning!

"No one can change the past. The only thing we can do is making up for our mistakes. So we find the way back to our rightful path. And walk towards a brighter future."

Phoenix,... are you sure you're ok???

"At least, that's how I felt looking at the two sisters."

No.

No....???

No no no!!!

"Edgeworth?"

*hyperventilates* scared as fuck.

"I'll be going now."

NO!!!!! ♫ Ne me quittes pas, il faut oublier...♫

youtube

♫ Je ferais un domaine où l'amour sera loi... ♫

"I hope you don't blame yourself for what happened."

Bitch, he has a fucking DISCIPLINE WHIP instead of thoughts!

"It's too late for me..."

Bitch. Shut uuuup??

"I can't correct my mistakes."

But baby... 😭

Oh, Fee-Fee says the same!

Mama Lana to the rescue!

"Contrary to Gant or Von Karma, YOU weren't alone." 😭 "You had your husband Fee-Fee Wright." ♥

"Come on! Show Mr Edgeworth what Lana is talking about!"

What? His love? His lips? His plan to propose?

"It was destiny, Mr Edgeworth." #starcrossedlovers

"If you'll excuse me, there are still some """"loose ends"""" that need """wrapping up""""

OMG. SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP !!!!!!

Oh God! Feenie's holding him back!!

"You can let what happened kill the prosecutor in you or let it help you grow."

Why did have to pick THOSE words, Phoenix?? Why THOSE specific words???????

"I owe you my thanks too, Wright."

What? "thank you for making me realize I have to kill myself so everything is good and right again??"

"What I face now is MY problem."

Bitch, I assure you Phoenix will make sure it's EVERYONE's problem!

"Edgeworth... I'll be waiting for you at the altar in court." He said, caressing then kissing his beloved's cheek.

Serisouly, WHO says that except a lover??

"As for the sisters, I had faith, their lives had just begun. As for me..."

Shut up.😭

Edgey as the last person we see in Feenie's flashback? Hmmm.❤️❤️

And it's the tea boy who fins the cursed letter.

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #narumitsu #lana skye #Youtube #rise from the ashes

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didhewinkback · 1 year ago

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OMFG I just read something old and MANNNN. You got me feeling all types of ways holy shit. The most I’ve ever felt reading a series holy cow. You are so fucking talented. Wowza. Please continue with the blurbs I feel like they are part of my life now.

Also does the fans know about Y/N and Harry’s current relationship? How did they feel when things were first announced after the wedding was called off and their relationship was exposed for the first time?

omg helllloooo you angel on earth !!! this message is soo lovely and kind and idk what i did to deserve it. i am so grateful that you took the time to write me and that you love the story so much!! i appreciate this message more than you knoow.

sorry this took me ages to answer as an apology i essentially wrote you a blurb pls see below

so per harry and erin's teams' agreement, the public never knew a wedding was supposed to take place. anyone who worked it had signed a pretty ironclad nda & all guests in attendance knew to stay silent about it, though some of erin's friends did try to go to deuxmoi at one point months later but that got shut down pretty quick. when the press release about the engagement ending came out, there was obviously endless speculation about it, discourse, tiktoks etc. people had a lot of feelings about harry and erin's relationship, they either absolutely loved the fashion power couple or they absolutely hated it and it was best to avoid any and all discussions on the matter, made easier by the break up being announced when you were on pause and doing your best to ignore any and all celeb news (though you did do some google searches at 3 am when you couldn't sleep but it immediately made you feel terrible so you avoided it like the plague, knowing if you needed to know something, harry would tell you)

as for your relationship, you both kept it realllly low key and private for the first year, wanting the broken off engagement to become old old news before anything got speculated about the two of you, harry was pretty adamant about ensuring no one connected you to the breakup. it was much easier than it sounds, he can really disappear when he needs to and it was important to both of you to protect what you had, shield it from prying eyes. his relationship with erin had been highly publicized and he had no interest in doing that again and you couldn't agree more, you've got no interest in that world or leaning into the public eye, so that first year was quite lovely, going on dates around london, moving in together around his birthday, 8 months into dating officially but conventional timelines never applied to you both. if you ever were spotted out together by fans, any speculation got shut down pretty quickly, people recognized you as his lifelong childhood friend and had no reason to assume otherwise, which worked in your favor when his tour started up again and there was tiktok upon tiktok about how "yes you've been to more shows than usual but jeff's at every show and no one thinks he's dating harry so why would they think it about you??" you avoided it all but roxy loved to take the piss, sending you screenshots every so often when you would show up on her for you page with a text "cannot seem to escape this bitch" to which you would reply "just how many videos of h's concert were you watching to get this on your algorithm?"

its in december 2021, the start of his few months off before the work craziness resumes, a lazy sunday morning. you're lounging on the couch, half heartedly clicking through netflix when you hear him come back into the house from his coffee run, hearing snippets of the phone call he's having getting louder after he kicks his shoes off and makes his way towards you.

"Yeah, I'll talk to her 'nd get back to you." he says, as he turns the corner, still bundled up with his beanie and hoodie pulled over his head, brow furrowed as he listens to the other end while still balancing the coffees and bag of pastries in his hand. "Yeah, for sure. Okay I'll call you back. Love you bro, bye."

He hangs up the phone, placing the treats on the coffee table before taking out his airpods and shuffling over to you. He hovers over where you lay, resting his hands on the back and arm of the couch before leaning in.

"Hi," he murmurs with a soft smile on his face, leaning in to kiss you.

You shudder when you pull away, the frost from outside having seeped into his face. "You're cold," you say with a small frown to which he immediately rolls his eyes and nudges his cold nose down the side of your face, pressing kisses all along your cheeks, forehead, jawline, until you push him away with a giggle. He smacks one final kiss to your head before pulling away, tugging his hoodie off his head and taking his beanie off to shake out his hair.

He leans back to grab the coffee off the table, handing you your cup while throwing the bag of pastries onto your lap before he grabs his own cup, lifting your legs temporarily before settling on the other side of the couch, placing your ankles over his lap. He leans back, resting his head against the back of the couch and closing his eyes for a minute, taking a deep breath. You assume you're the "her" he mentioned on the phone earlier but you opt to give him time, peeling open the pastry bag to see what he picked up.

"Got something weird to talk to y' about." he says, making you pause in your rifling efforts as you look over at him, finding him in the same position, his eyes still closed.

"Oookay."

He squeezes your ankle once, opening his eyes and rolling his head along the back of the couch to look at you.

"There was a pap yesterday. Last night. On our walk. Don't know how but - here." He pulls his phone out of his sweatshirt pocket, quickly unlocking it before handing it over to you.

You feel an uneasy pit in your stomach as you swipe through the photos, though there's nothing bad or damning or embarrassing about them. Objectively, they're quite lovely. The two of you bundled up through the blustery London night, his arm wrapped around your shoulders with yours around his waist, him pulling you into his chest as you laugh, his chin resting against your head, then pressing a kiss to your hair. You both look happy, really, really happy, completely unaware of any eyes on you. You keep scrolling through and - ah. There's the most revealing one, the two of you smiling up at each other before he pulls you into a kiss with his hands cradling your face.

You can feel his eyes on you, intently watching every emotion that passes over your face, thumb rubbing circles along your ankle. It's so weird, is the thing. To see this intimate moment between you two captured by a complete stranger who you had no idea was watching you. You've somehow managed to avoid this happening up until this point, the combination of lawsuits he has against paps in London and being able to blend in with the crowd having worked in your favor for the last year. It's a bizarre feeling, to feel like you got too complacent in your own life, should've been more aware of your surroundings. But also? Fuck that. You're not going to live your life differently because of what other people are doing or thinking. They're the ones with the issue, not you.

"'m so sorry," he says, 'Had no idea -"

"No no no," you say quickly cutting him off, as you hand him his phone back, sitting up and taking his hand when he offers it. "No need to apologize."

"Daily Mail and a few others got a hold of 'em, that was Jeff earlier. He and Sadie wanted to see if we wanted them to run any kind of interference." he says, small frown on his face as he plays with your palm, fingers drawing mindless patterns. "The photos are getting published regardless but like they could try to keep you as a mystery woman or summat -"

You snort, shaking your head as you rest your forehead on his shoulder, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. It takes a second of rearranging your legs before you're sat on his lap, his hand rubbing up and down your back. You pull back to look at him, hands coming up to cradle his face. He leans into the touch, turning to plant a kiss to your palm.

"You okay?" you ask quietly.

He nods. "Just don't like getting caught off guard like that. Don't like that people who don't know us will get to -"

"Yeah."

"And I don't want to fuck things up for you. Like your job or -"

"Everyone at work already knew. And those who didn't met you last week. Most people are barely on the internet there, I'm not stressed. " you say, sliding your hands to rest on his shoulders as he nods, brow furrowed in thought.

"'s gonna be intense for a bit. Might be good to hop on a call with Jeff and Sadie, see what boundaries we can set, control what we can control."

"Yeah, that'd be good," you say, your mind whirling as the reality of the situation sets in, photos of you kissing your boyfriend splashed all over the internet. Christ.

"Hey," he says gently. "Talk to me?"

"Sorry," you say, shaking your head. "I'm good. Just - it's a lot. It's definitely gonna be weird, nothing I can't adjust to but still just. Bizarre."

"Yeah." he says, his hand coming up rest at the back of your neck. "You look really fit in the photos if that helps."

You laugh, watching as the smile grows across his face, his thumb catching on your jawline.

"It does, thanks." you say, smiling back at him.

"'m really sorry this can't be easier. Being with me -"

"Shut up." you say, surprising a laugh out of him. "Please. This is nothing. Easy to ignore at the end of the day. All that matters to me is you."

"Same here," he says, taking a deep breath, lips twitching up. "All that matters to me is me."

"You're so stupid, I knew you were gonna say that -" you say, laughing as you slap him on the chest, trying to twist out of his hold but he pulls you back in.

"'s you, 's you. You know 's you darling, come here." he murmurs, smiling when you press your lips to his, gripping your neck a bit tighter as he kisses you back. You know you have to call back his team, figure out some logistics but that can wait. All you want is right here.

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so yes, the photos get published, the fans freak out. lots claiming they always always knew, many spending their time trying to piece together the relationship timeline, no one connecting it back to erin thankfully. it helps that she is busy with her new billionaire boyfriend, (you almost clicked on their architectural digest tour the other day before deciding against it). but you both really ignore it all, keep going about your lives, nothing really changes because you don't let it. you both still want to keep your relationship out of the public eye as much as you can, it doesn't stop fans or paps from taking your picture when you're out together but its easy to ignore it, just focus on each other, ignore the noise and the crazy corners of the internet.

he rarely talks about you in interviews, confirming you're together, maybe a brief mention or two of his girlfriend but refusing to go beyond that. it's only in his zane lowe interview in late 2024 that he goes into a little more detail when describing his inspiration for his new album, but at that point he's calling you something entirely different :) :) :)

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#didnt edit this one single bit do not judge me #something old #anon pls let me know what you think its allll 4 u baby #writers block been kicking my butt but this helped !#i missed them <3

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deviantartdramahub · 1 year ago

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Damn last time I posted here I said I'd see you the next evening but now I'm here 3 days later. Sorry about that XD

Life really will screw you over like that.

Anyways, now to the points...

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"Also I agree with the user, show proof or shut your mouth you dumbass." Lol that sure is ironic, considering the fact you give no proof of any of the claims in your post, especially when I know the stuff about Club and Tri is wrong, and you're also supporting the Probium person when all they do is scream baseless slander and isn't even brave enough to fully admit they're against Club, when it's obvious they are. Probium, very much like you, doesn't want to hear anyone but themself and spouts whatever bullshit they want. (And I'm not sure what pronouns Probium uses, so I'm just gonna use they/them for them for now. If someone informed me what pronouns they use, that'd be helpful. Bc I'm not gonna unblock them just to check lol.)

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Nah the reason he was banned is bc you petty losers mass-reported him, smh. "I wont mention they are for their safety" You only care about their safety when they're on your side, hm? "Cuz tri twat stalks this blog like the petty bitch she is." Uhh no??? You're the ones who harassed her and the reason why her and everyone else against you looks at your blog is bc we want to prove your shit wrong and stop you. Keep crying over people defending themselves, lol. " those rp journals have been deleted, alongside his ‘pushing his special needs agenda woa is me boo hoo’ journals." Special needs agenda?? HELPPP these people are making up the new "gAy AgEnDA" over their bigotry LMAOOO. "Dont bother coming back, we will always be watching," Honey you can't say that then tell me you aren't creepy, obsessive stalkers lol. "WE WON." Yeahhh no you didn't, Club's friends, such as me, will always support him and remember him fondly. I'm still on DA and contributing to his group and also speaking up for him here, and you can't do nothing about it. Club also has amazing friends who miss him and still want to talk to him. And despite how big you talk, there's nothing you can do about it. It's pathetic.

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Ain't no way DADramaNow expects Club to be able to identify every single one of Sam's THOUSANDS of alts lmao. How the Hell is someone ALWAYS supposed to know???

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Lol here's an instance of DADramaNow attacking a kid just bc he's friends with Club, and also calling him a "pedo in training"?? Ew. "hey robert, if ya hate pedos, why ya hanging with club pedoverse? " Hmm maybe bc he's not a pedophile?? And once again, if Club WAS a manipulator and groomer, that would be fucking horrible to blame and attack the kids for being manipulated. Face it DADramaNow, you aren't the good guy either way.

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Proof, lol? And remember sweetie, screenshots don't count!! <3

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Tbh I wouldn't want to be in those groups anyways if they believed your ableist bullshit.

Anyways that's enough for now, I'll HOPEFULLY be here again tomorrow evening, bye Tri!

Looks like those criticizing our existence just want leverage, as always.

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harmonyckrs · 4 months ago

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Give Me Back My Wife, Grim Reaper - Part 3

*BEEP BEEP. RING.*

“Hi. Is Lazlo there? I need to talk to him…Lazlo. Get to the roof. I really need your help, and it’s important nobody else knows about this. Make sure your brothers aren’t around.

There’s a green person in my yard. Not, like, alien green, but like a completely different species entirely. I’d take care of this myself, but he seems really withdrawn. Are you free to come over right now? You’re a lot better at getting people to open up than I am…”

As I woke up the next day, free from my unusual vision, I came to the realization of something truly terrible.

Crystal and Lazlo met Aktu. They've talked to him. They have more recent information on his whereabouts that we don't.

And that also meant Aktu was here.

Harper: (I can't tell Zoya about this. She won't believe me.)

Harper: (I'm going to need to get in contact with that woman that Crystal mentioned yesterday...Erin).

Harper: (Where did Crystal say she lived again?)

*DING DONG*

Erin: OMG! Hi! It's so nice to finally meet another fellow psychic! Lazlo told me all about you.

Harper: Same here. Can I come in?

Erin: Sure! The bunker's a bit of a mess, though. I'm so sorry about that. My roommate Chloe refuses to clean.

Chloe: Oh, shut up. At least I don't hog all of the room space with my so-called magic equipment. None of that shit even works!

Erin: Ugh, ignore her. She's a massive bitch.

Harper: (Think this is the first time meeting a real alien...let's not think about that at the moment. We've got more important things to focus on here.)

Harper: It's alright, Erin. Maybe we can just talk in the dining room, if that's alright.

Erin: Sure!

Lola: Neither of his roommates show any major signs of distress. I believe they think it's simply a long alien abduction...or perhaps they could be covering a murder.

Ajay: Either way, continue to keep an eye on them.

Lola: Will do.

Erin: Hey! Whatcha two talking about?

Lola: Important business you wouldn't understand. Why don't you go outside and play soccer with Kristen?...and who's that guy?

Erin: Oh, this is Harper! He's a psychic, like me!

Lola: Oh, interesting. Well, you two have fun. Ajay and I were just about to leave.

Harper: Wait.

Harper: I overheard you two talking about a murder. Is this about Vincent?

Lola: Vincent?

Erin: I think he means Vidcund. And also, like, if it was a murder, I really don't think one of his brothers did it. I bet you it was that creepy old lady, Olive!

Lola: Olive has an alibi. She was celebrating Ophelia's birthday at her house. For the time being, we're keeping an eye on Pascal and Lazlo. And this is NOT the type of information that we're freely sharing with civilians like you.

Erin: Okay, well, don't blame me when we see his name carved in her newest tombstone.

Erin: Ugh, so sorry about her too. Lola's a total sweetie when you get to know her, but she takes her job way too seriously. It's like, scary. So what did you want to talk about?

Harper: I want to exchange visions. Do you recall having any visions about new people entering town? Or about either Crystal or Lazlo?

Erin: I foresaw the arrival of this plant guy, who mostly stayed in Crystal's house. When I tried to ask Lazlo about it, he changed the topic and refused to answer any questions I asked about him.

Harper: Yes, him! Was there anything about him?

Erin: Let me think...

"I'm sorry. But I have to go. I know you two are going to be upset about it, but this is the only way I can clear my consciousness.

Celeste is in danger because of me. And my friends are all still under the control of the Divine Harpist. I have to go fight her in order to free them...and I have to do it alone, or else I'm just going to get more people possessed.

I'll return here if I make it alive. But if not...thank you for everything. I'll remember the two of you fondly as my soul rests in the Netherworld."

#ts2 #strangetown #the terrestrial files #harper terrestrial #crystal vu #lazlo curious #erin beaker #chloe curious #lola curious #ajay loner

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l3sbianomens · 8 months ago

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Oh boy do I have some updates!

I'm on season 20. The cry counter is 17, and the laugh counter is 595.

The Third Doctor. My beloved, my angel, my baby girl, my favorite Classic Doctor. I'm on the Fifth Doctor now and I can't see how anyone could compare to John Pertwee to me. That's my bestie for life. I took a WHOLE WEEK off of watching the show when I reached his final story arc because I wasn't ready to let him go. I cried FIVE TIMES during his regeneration episodes. His seasons were my absolute favorite, even being stuck on earth for most of it. My favorite New Who Doctor being 12, and my favorite Classic Doctor being 3 makes so much sense. And his companions?! Liz, Jo, and Sarah back to back?! The greatest thing to ever happen to me. I love them so much. I was sad that Jo ran off with a man she'd just met, but at least it was a happy ending. The Brigadier, Benton, and Yates? Love them. Benton and Yates are boy kissers and I'm not sorry. I'm gay I can headcannon characters however I want.

The appearance of The Master for the first time made me cry from excitement. I burst into tears. Threegado actually changed my brain composition, their chemistry was fucking RIDICULOUSLY HOMOEROTIC. I knew it was homoerotic in New Who. But Threegado? No one prepared me for how insufferable those bitches would be. Dear god.

The Fourth Doctor...

Everyone I know irl who had seen Classic told me "He's my favorite! He's the best!" and my dad watched a lot of his seasons as a kid in the 70s. I just moved back home after finishing my masters degree, so every so often my dad will sot and watch with me while I job search. I liked Four at first. He had big hair, big eyes, big scarf, and big dreams. He liked a little treat. He liked a little tomfoolery. Jiggerypokery. But as I moved through his era I was less and less into him. I found him to be very patronizing and mean at times. I know the doctor is just like that sometimes, 10 was like that at the end of his run. Ruthless, went too far.

But with Four it was also a lot of him telling women (and K9) to shut up and brushing them aside which made me feel icky. It was a product of the times, I know. But it still made me a bit :/ I enjoyed his run, but by the end I was like...itching for change. Sarah Jane again, love of my life. Based on what I saw in New Who I waa expecting more romantic tension between her and Four. And her departure was...I don't wanna talk about it. Leela was a badass but I hated how Four treated her. I was infuriated that she just...ran off with a man she just met. Like they completely ignored the whole character they just set up. Romana was soooo mother I loved her. Having the Doctor travel with another Time Lord that wasn't the Master was actually really fun. And K9 my beloved son. Having them leave to help free enslaved people was a departure I could appreciate.

The Fifth Doctor I'm liking so far! I'm on season 20, and I feel like he's got some of the more likeable traits from Four. Adric's death destroyed me. I didn't see it coming, I didn't have it spoiled, so when I realized he was going to sacrifice himself I was a wreck. He had his moments where I wanted to give him a thump on the head, but he was a good kid. I'd experienced companion deaths in New Who, but none in Classic. Tegan and Nyssa...oh I love them. I knew from the moment I saw Tegan that I'd be obsessed with her. And yet again, my brain immediately said they're girl kissers. I just finished the arc where we got the Brigadier back for a bit which I was so happy with. Turlough is an evil twink so happy pride month to me. The Master being back newly regenerated is always a treat.

I'll try to update again when I finish Classic.

I'm enjoying Classic Doctor Who so so much because it's so FUCKING silly. New Who made me cry over 150 times in the course of 13 seasons. I cried so much, both happy and sad tears, that I had to start keeping count by episode 4. I'm on season 7 of Classic, and I have a laugh counter going alongside my cry counter.

The cry counter is 3.

The laugh counter is 110.

One of the times I cried was me laughing so hard that I had tears streaming down my face. What was it that made me cry laughing? The 2nd Doctor pulling out a recorder and playing it while someone tried to have a serious conversation with him. The other two were Ian and Barbara leaving, and the end of season 6 when Zoe and Jamie are sent home and the Doctor is exiled.

I'm enjoying season 7 a lot. I feel like my adhd brain was having a hard time paying attention in black and white because I was trying to process what I was seeing. Now The Doctor is just running around in his little yellow car with Liz and Lethbridge-Stewart and UNIT because the Time Lords said he was naughty and took the TARDIS away. They're so unserious like "interference in the affairs of other species" or whatever they charged him with is LITERALLY HIS MIDDLE NAME. How is he supposed to not be nosy like that's his brand?

Anyway, I love this silly silly show, and I'm so excited to keep working my way through it. Having seen New Who first, I recognized the first two antagonists of season 7 and was like !!! I know them!!! I'm also so fucking ready to see The Master it's not even funny. Thoschei save me... doomed yuri... save me Thoschei...

#maddie rambles #classic doctor who spoilers #classic who #classic doctor who

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just-a-random-dead-thing · 2 years ago

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~Lost and found~ (Larissa Weems x student!reader)

The reader is 19 in this fic!!! The show makes it clear they have students well above the age of consent.

Sorry for the longer than expected wait! Mocks are a bitch and a half! The reader is a snarky little shit in this chapter btw- The chapters will be getting slightly longer as I get more comfortable with the story but please let me know if you would prefer shorter chapters.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (1.2k words)

Thank you for all your kind words about the last chapter <3 I hope you continue to enjoy my shitty angst!!!

Lastly thank you once again to @thefangedman for the editing to make the story make any semblance of sense. You should check out their Tiffany Valentine fic! It's amazing!!!

Static takes over my senses. I slowly come round from my near death experience at the hands of my own Headmistress - ‘my duty is to protect all the students within these walls’ my ass. The glaring lights start to bother my shut eyes, begging me to open them and rejoin the living world. I'll give it 5 more minutes. I haven't had a nap like this in years.

Just as I'm getting comfortable, I hear the tapping of heels on a wooden floor, pacing back and forth. From what I can piece together, Weems accidentally impeded my ability to breathe; I passed out and she has dragged me to her office because she's too embarrassed to tell the nursing staff what happened. Hmm... I should have some fun with her. Fake amnesia seems like it'll do the trick. I mentally smirk, thinking over the horrified reaction I'll get to see on her face.

I flutter open my eyes to play into the act of just having awoken. I stare at the ceiling, hearing her rush towards me. "Mx/Mr/Miss L/N, how are you feeling? It appears you... umm, passed out in the corridor."

I turn to face her, sitting up on the leather sofa I'm lying on. I rub my forehead, slightly obscuring my eye as a confused expression crosses my features.

"...I'm sorry but who is Mx/Mr/Miss L/N, and who are you?" Her face, like I thought, is priceless - she even backs away slightly.

Her voice quivers as she talks, an unfamiliar tone in the usually confident woman.

"S-shit...no no no. This can't be happening, I d-didn't. God, what am I going to do-" with this, she grips my face in her hand, the other removing my own from my forehead, grasping it gently as our eyes meeting in perfect alignment. The only difference is her eyes are glazed over with tears that will fall any second, "I am so sorry, Y/N..."

God, this was meant to be fun, but it's just depressing.

I swear, she has an ability to suck all the joy out of anything I do. I roll my eyes at her, but in reality a small part of me feels regret. Regret over my actions, regret over leaving her in this state, but alas, I repress this thought and lean into the anger. I rip my hand out of hers and shove her away from me.

"You're so annoying! I can't even prank you after you nearly murder me without you sucking the joy out of it. Also- thanks for being too scared to take me to see the nursing staff, or even an actual fucking doctor incase God forbid you got into trouble. I could have gotten actual brain damage-"

I am interrupted mid-rant when she embraces me, her face buried in my neck, now fully sobbing. Fuck. Why do I always have to be such a blunt asshole? I need Noah to translate my words into nice ‘feeling protecting’ ones, he's good at all the dumb emotional stuff. Normally I am at least okay at faking, and I can get by, but everything just feels so foggy. No matter how hard I try, I can't concentrate on finding the right words.

I feel awkward as her hot tears sear into my skin like a mark of shame. I bring my hand to her head, undoing her usual pristine hairstyle. I run my hand over her scalp and the nape of her neck, gently scratching her skin. She calms down slowly, relaxing more into me more. My hand slows with her tears, until both cease and we remain there, unmoving for what feels like eternity. Neither one of us knows how to proceed, not wanting to ruin our brief moment of peace and unspoken understanding of what the other needs.

It has to end eventually however, and I am the one to do so, saying words I never thought I'd utter to this woman in my life. Before I can gather what to say three simple words cross my mind, "...I am sorry."

No. I will never apologise to this woman.

Instead I simply remove all venom from my being. I render myself completely vulnerable to her, a spider without its fangs, completely defenceless. "I don't think before I speak. As you know I'm not exactly great at the whole communication thing. So understand, I did not mean to hurt you. I just struggle when taking others emotions into account and instead I chose to be selfish by lashing out at you, it was immature of me."

The air felt thick as I tried to regain my lost stoicism. I feel shame and pity for both of us. I pry her away from my body as I stand, desperately needing to leave, but my legs buckle beneath my weight as everything goes blurry - fuck. I must have hit my head harder than I thought.

Before my body can meet the welcoming ground, I am snatched by a set of strong arms. She turns me to face her once more, before gently setting me on the settee. She turns away from me walking towards her desk as she speaks, her voice still not quite back to it's typical happy/mildly aggressive cadence.

"I had the nurses come to see you here, because I know you don't like the nursing wing of the academy. They said you'd have a mild concussion from hitting your head, and told me to observe you, which is why I didn't put you in your dorm. I know you think of me as being too proud to admit when I am wrong, but I want you to know I will never put my pride before the health of you, or anyone else in this academy."

God, what is wrong with Weems, I think I broke her. She's being too emotional - in the sad way, normally she's just angry. I swear, she speaks exclusively in passive aggressive niceness. I lift my head to properly meet her eyes.

She has taken her seat pride of place behind her desk, having almost the same power behind it as when a queen takes her throne. I begin to verbalise my thoughts.

"Are you on your period? Or are you too old for that... when does menopause start? Oh wait, could it be perimenopause? Oh god, are you pregnant? Can you still even get pregnant?" I become horrified as the last thought even crossed my mind, that poor child.

I notice Weem's equally horrified expression contorting her features, "Mx/Mr/Miss L/N just how old do you think I am exactly? I also don't appreciate the invasive line of questioning, but for your information, no, I am not pregnant."

I shutter slightly feeling her peircing gaze wait for me to answer her. "I want to say, 54...?" Oh God, she looks like she's about to slap me. "54! I beg your pardon, Mx/Mr/Miss L/N, I am 44, and I do not appreciate you aging me a decade! I should give you an extra detention for this alone."

I look at her, wondering if she has been seriously affected by my words, merely her vanity showing as per usual, or if this is her failed attempt trying to be more humorous while scolding me. I run my hand through my hair and let it fall over my eyes.

"I don't give a shit how old you are! You still cried like a baby either way, get over yourself, you're not 2. So what? You nearly murdered someone, we've all been there. You aren't special, so don't expect sympathy from me!"

Weems stands once and strides towards me. I am not interested in her lectures about manners and etiquette, so I leave quickly through the nearest set of doors and out into the corridor, taking a sharp right into the closest room to me.

Grabbing the chair beside me, I barricade the door, allowing myself to slide down it and contemplate all that's happened thus far, while also figuring out an excuse. I look around the room, only now realising I've locked myself within Weems' bedroom.

"Shit."

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@the-bagel24, @suckerforcate

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #student x professor #wenclair #oc #morticia x gomez #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #marilyn thornhill #mortica addams #gomez addams

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love-imagineitall · 2 years ago

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Loss

Request: from your prompt list: 3 and 4 for benedict bridgerton

3. “Over my grave, you bastard.” 4. “I almost lost you.”

Warning: Mentions of violence from men against women (not Benedict)

From this prompt list

You let out a frustrated sigh as you left the giant ballroom. You're mother was killing you and making you want to rip your hair out. You just needed to get some fresh air.

You and Benedict had been courting, but for some reason the second-eldest Bridgerton was just not good enough for your mother, and she kept trying to set you up with other men who didn't even compare to Benedict.

Speaking of Benedict, he wasn't even here this evening due to something about his art. Nevertheless your mother had dragged you to this ball and it felt like torture.

As you stand out in the cold trying to center yourself, you became startled by a man.

"Sorry my love, I didn't mean to startle you, I just needed a moment in the fresh air."

You chuckled, "I definitely understand, I am out her with the same intentions."

"Well perfect, " the handsome stranger says, "let us catch our breaths together."

The two of you stand in silence for a little bit before he asks if you would like to take a stroll through the garden.

"Won't that be improper, I'm sorry sir, but I don't know that I can risk my reputation for a stroll."

He laughs to himself, "of course my lady, but it won't be wrong if we get a chaperone now will it."

You smile politely and nod, "of course"

He leaves you to go fetch a "chaperone" for the two of you to walk through the garden together.

The man he brings back doesn't seem to be too much older than him, but you suppose that with three people, you are technically not alone.

Benedict's P.O.V.

I left the art party a bit earlier than I would normally, but I wanted to surprise (y/n) at the ball, given how much I know that she detests them, but of course her mother made her go even though we are openly courting. Every time I talk to her mother I always get the sense that she thinks I am not good enough.

As I enter the ball room I know that it might take a while before I find her.

As I start to give up I go outside on the balcony to escape the stuffy air from inside for a moment. I honestly don't know how anyone does this.

As I'm standing on the balcony I hear a familiar voice protesting and then it sounds as if her mouth is then covered. I immediately start sprinting.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

As we had started to stroll I felt a bit nervous. Something didn't feel right, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. One weird thing was that the chaperone was walking beside me rather than behind us like they would normally do, but I thought that maybe he was newly married and had never really chaperoned before.

I was talking to Lord Abney as we walked not really paying attention to where we were walking.

Ouch

Suddenly, I am shoved against a brick wall, my head hitting it with force.

My vision starts to fade in and out as I hear the two men that I was just walking with start laughing.

"This'll show that stupid Bridgerton"

"Yeah his little bitch beaten and left for dead, he'll learn to never mess with us again"

I regain some bit of consciousness, and I start to plead rather loudly, "please, please, just leave me alone," almost instantly a hand claps over my mouth.

"Shut your mouth you little bitch, someone's going to hear us, and then what about your reputation then? Huh, alone with not one, but two unmarried men"

I start to cry because he's right if someone does hear me to come save me, I'll be ruined.

I try to fight back, and I land some punches, but with two of them they just overpower me.

I start to accept my face as my vision begins to fade again, and as I tense up waiting for the next blow, I don't feel anything so I slowly open my eyes, and see the person that I was thinking about during all of this. I'm not sure if I'm dreaming or what, but before I can think about it too much longer, I feel his hand lightly touch my cheek.

"Oh (y/n), " he says lightly, "are you alright?"

I shake my head no, not really able to get any words out.

"Oh my god of course you're not okay, I am so sorry"

He picks me up and takes me to his carriage as he urges the driver to get to his house as fast as he can, he also tells one of the footman to get the doctor and meet him at the house. That's the last thing I hear before I pass out.

Benedict's P.O.V.

After hearing the sound of my sweet (y/n) and sprinting to find her, I see the two pricks that I met at the club with Anthony.

"Well, well , well if it isn't the man who took all of our money," Lord Abney laughs.

"Look Bridgerton why don't you go back to the party and we'll consider this repayment," the other man, Lord Denton says crudely.

“Over my grave, you bastard.” I say through gritted teeth, before I see red and kind of black out. I'm not really sure exactly what happens, but when I come to, the two men are no longer anywhere in sight.

I then turn to the woman whom I had been courting, "oh (y/n)," I let out softly.

I ask her if she's alright, but of course she isn't so I promptly pick her up and run to the carriage so that I can get the doctor for her. As I'm holding her in my arms I feel the blood coming from the back of her head which makes me panic even more.

When we get home I am met with the doctor and an unconscious woman in my arms. I set her down and he and the nurse begin to get to work examining her and trying to stop the bleeding.

I stand there frozen. It just doesn't feel real. (y/n), the most beautiful girl inside and out is laying there almost dying.

The world seems to go silent and I'm not sure how long I stand there until I feel a hand on my shoulder, and as I look, I see that it's Anthony ushering me out of the room.

As I sit down all I can think about the last painting that I had been working on.

During this ball, when I told her I wasn't coming I had given her some vague excuse about art, but in reality I was painting something for her.

During one of our walks through the park, she told me about how much she loved the park at a sunset, and how she just felt joy and comfort. The way that she described the feeling, the more I realized that it was the exact feeling that I had when I was with her.

As I'm in my head I hear the doctor call my name.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Bridgerton, we stopped the bleeding, but because of the head trauma, we aren't sure if she is going to wake up."

Once again I stood frozen and numb until I felt a tear run down my face.

For the next few days I stayed by her bed, praying and hoping that somehow she would wake up. I would sleep there and only left to go to the bathroom. After a few days, I began to lose hope, but just as was about to leave I feel her stir.

I leapt up.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)? Can you hear me?"

"Shh"

"What?"

"I said shh, my head hurts," she whispers.

As I calm down a bit, I feel another tear slip down my face, I grab onto her hand, "I almost lost you"

She looks at me with a smile, "I'm not going anywhere"

"Good, because I have a question for you," I reach into my pocket to fish out the ring that I have been carrying since the first week that we started courting, "(Y/N) (L/N), will you marry me?"

"Of course!" she says as I pull her in for a kiss before I realize that it's still considered improper.

She laughs, "not yet Mr. Bridgerton"

"Of course Mrs. Bridgerton"

#benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton #benedict bridgerton

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i-arch-my-backula · 3 years ago

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So hear me out-

Y/n is friends with the slasher, they have some flirty stuff goin on but aren’t officially together yet. Y/n either defends them from their own family (the slashers fam so like Thomas and bubba mostly), or if y/n is hanging out with friends and they start talkin shit y/n will start a screaming competition or throw hands defend the ✨slashers✨ the boys see this happen (either up close or from afar) and know that they are going to marry y/n. I saw someone else request something cheesy so now my full ratatouille ass is coming out

Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Lester Sinclair, and Bubba Sawyer plsss <3

Kachow

Oh course my friend, I'll gladly do this for you. Reader is gn and ngl I kinda had a hard time coming up with something for Lester but I hope y’all still enjoy it. Sorry for it being short I’m still getting over writers block.

Includes: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Lester Sinclair and Bubba Sawyer

Warnings: Violence, blood mentions, hurtful language, swearing, use of the r word but never fully written out (R word) is how it’s portrayed.

Michael Myers

You’re hanging out with friends at your house. Yoy moved into the Myers house about five months ago. You’re sitting in the living room watching tv. You told Michael to stay out of the house so he decided to watch from outside, hidden in the shadows. Halloween is coming up and of course you can’t keep your friends from commenting on Michael. “So Y/N are you worried about that freak coming and killing you?” Lexi asks. You roll your eyes.

“He’s not a freak. He’s probably dead by now too. Don’t talk bad about him.”

“Why is he your boyfriend or something?” Your other friend Meg teases. You roll your eyes.

“No but he’s a human being and he deserves basic respect you know?” Lexi scoffs.

“They should have killed him when they had the chance.” She says. You feel your blood start to boil.

“He’s a human being you know. Murdering murders is just murder all over again.

“I don’t really give a fuck. He’s some weirdo who probably wanted to fuck his little sister or something.” Meg says. At that you stand up and slap her. Lexi goes quiet and so does Meg.

“Get the fuck out of my house. I don’t want to see you two ever fucking again you hear me?”

“You’re such a bitch!” Meg yells. You slap her again.

“Get the fuck out!” They stand up and you watch as they leave. You huff and shut the door. Michael saw it all. A few feeling about you is inside of him. Something more than friendship.

Jason Voorhees

You’re out on a camping trip with some friends at camp crystal lake. You’re gathered around the camp fire talking about ghost stories. Your friend Danny gets serious for a moment. “Have you guys heard about the boy who drowned here about 12 years ago? He was this freak who looked like a monster and the camp councilers didn’t care enough to watch him when he went out for a swim. He drowned on Friday the 13th, his birthday.”

“He’s not a freak or a monster Danny. He’s a kid who died.”

“Have you ever seen a picture of him? The kid was definitly a freak.” Jason is off hidden in the trees somewhere, hearing about this.

“He’s a child who died. Have some god damn respect for him. Do you know how torn apart his mother was about his death? Don’t be such an asshole.”

“Don’t be so sensitive.” He replies. Your friend Kate coughs to break the tention.

“So um who wants smores?” She asks.

“A child died and all you care about is how he looked? Don’t you think he was tormented enough?” You ask putting your hands on your hips

“Clearly not enough. That freak show should have died when he was born. You know I didn’t want to say this but you’re a freak too. It’s a shame you didn’t die as a baby before you could mortify everyone you met.” He gets up in your face and you punch him square in the nose. He stumbles back as blood pours from his nostrils. He charges at you, getting you on the ground. He lands a few blows on your face before you land a punch on his eye and knee him in the crotch. He falls over and you get up. Your left eye is swelling up and you can feel blood running from you cheek and nose. Kate is sat there horrified running over to Danny.

“Fuck you.” You say going and grabbing your things.

“Eat shit and die Y/N!” Danny shouts at you sitting up.

“Eat shit and live Danny!” You walk off into the woods back to the cabin. You make a bag of ice and put it on your eye. Jason walks in and rushes over to you. “Jason it’s ok, I’m ok. I’m sorry about him. He got what was coming to him.” Jason smiles under his mask. Love blooming in his chest.

Thomas Hewitt

You’re outside on the porch reading a magazine when you hear yelling coming from inside. You set it down and open the screen door. Hoyt is yelling at Tommy. “You dumb animal you ruined perfectly good meat!” You walk in and meet them in the kitchen. Thomas is standing with his head bowed in shame and Hoyt is smoking a cigarette. “God Tommy I knew you were an (R slur) but you’re even more of a (R slur) than I thought!” Your fists clench and you can feel something bubble inside of you. Tommy is your best friend. He’s a sweet boy who tries his best. How dare Hoyt talk to him like that.

“Shut the hell up you bastard.” You spit at him. Both Hoyt and Tommy look over at you.

“The fuck did you just say to me?” He asks clearly surprised.

“I said shut the hell up. Tommy is a sweet boy who works his ass off for a family who abused him on a daily basis. You don’t deserve to talk to him like that.” Hoyt walks over to you. Thomas starts to sweat.

“You don’t talk to me like that in my home you hear?” He says. You don’t back down.

“I don’t care if this is your home. You don’t talk to my best friend like that. Kill me if you want but as long as I’m here Tommy isn’t taking any of your god damn abuse.” Hoyt smiles and stumps out his cigarette.

“Well Tommy I guess you’re gonna have it easier now. But you little Mx.Y/N you’re gonna work extra hard you hear me?” He asks. You nod.

“I don’t care. Just don’t you dare yell at that sweet boy again.” Hoyt nods and leaves the kitchen. You rush over to Tommy who looks like he’s catatonic. “Tommy are you ok?” You ask. He nods and you smile. Nobody’s ever done something like that for him before. A new feeling grows in his heart for you.

Lester Sinclair

You and Lester are driving a well dressed man out to Ambrose. He had an expensive car and was talking about how he was so thankful that he can get away from busisnuess for awhile. The entire time he was making backhanded remarks about Lester and his truck. Lester just grit his teeth and bared it but you could feel a rage rising in your veins. “So do you fuck all of your cousins or just the ones you find attractive?” The man jokes. This is your tipping point. Lester stops the truck in Ambrose and the man gets out of the truck. You follow after him but Lester grabs your arm.

“Darlin let it go.” You pull it away and reach the man.

“Hey fuck face.” You say. He turns around and you hit him square in the jaw. “Don’t talk to my friend like that ever again! Not everyone was born with a silver spoon up their ass! If you’re gonna be an asshole you better be tough!” You punch him again and Lester comes running up. He can’t contain the smile on his face after he saw you do that for him.

“You little fucker. I’m gonna sue your ass!” He threatens.

“Go ahead and do that! Can’t change the fact you got your shit pushed in!” The man storms off and you and Lester get back to the truck.

“Y/N you didn’t have to do that for me.” He says.

“I’m sick of people thinking we’re less than because we aren’t high class southerners. I’m sick of those people. They can insult me all they want but nobody’s gonna mess with you anymore you hear me? You’re one of the nicest people I know. I don’t give a damn who they are you’re not gonna take abuse from anyone anymore.” Lester smiles as the two of you get back in his truck. His heart is swelling now. He knows that you’re gonna be the perfect partner for him.

Bubba Sawyer

The entire day you’ve heard Drayton, Nubbins and Chop Top yelling and abusing Bubba. It finally boils over at dinner. Drayton is yelling at Bubba for being late to dinner. “Asshole.” You whisper.

“The hell was that?” He asks. You sit up.

“I said you’re being an asshole. All of you were being a major asshole to Bubba today.”

“Why do you care?” Chop top asks.

“I care because Bubba is close friend of mine. He’s a sweet guy and he doesn’t deserve to be yell at by you three. Give him a god damn break. He does so much work around here.”

“H-h-h-he’s just out little brother. It’s how we treat him.” Nubbins says.

“Just give him a break! Constantly calling him a coon shit and a dumb fuck isn’t a good thing! He’s your god damn brother! Leave him alone! Whenever he fucks up its always something major! I thought you loved your family!” Bubba puts a hand on your shoulder. “Just let him live!”

“You don’t yell at me in my own house you little rat!” Drayton yells, standing up. You stand up too.

“I’ll yell if I fucking want to! Give your brother some love you assholes! If you have to kill me to give him any ounce of respect! Love him you fucks! He’s your brother!” They go silent and you sit back down. Bubba feels something new in his heart. Something amazing.

#michael myers #jason vorhees #Thomas Hewitt #lester sinclair #bubba sawyer #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x you #michael myers fanfic #jason voorhees x reader #jason vorhees x reader #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt x y/n #lester sinclair x y/n #lester sinclair x reader #bubba saywer x reader #bubba sawyer x y/n

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mackenzielovee · 3 years ago

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my girl (part 4) - rafe cameron

a/n: SURPRISE! I wrote a part 4 ;) i had this idea right after i said i was only doing 3 parts - but this really is the final one! I really hope ya'll enjoy. It's a little shorter than the rest! (not my gif)

Summary: Nope sorry you have to read!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, kissing, and test anxiety

Word Count: 4.4k

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Your phone buzzing on your nightstand distracts you get again from cramming for your Chemistry final. The exam happens in two days, yet you feel like it might as well be in two hours with the amount of anxiety you have. It's your second year of college, and boy, it hasn't gotten any easier. Thankfully, your roommate is out for the night so you have your entire dorm to yourself to study.

You lean over and check your phone. Another missed call from your fiancee, Rafe. Beside your phone on your nightstand sits your engagement ring. You stare at it for a moment and swallow your feelings, then move back over to your chemistry textbook. Your phone buzzes again - a voicemail from Rafe this time, which you don't bother to listen to.

Chemistry is your focus tonight. Chemistry is what you need to be studying for, what you need to know inside and out. You throw yourself back into it, shutting off your phone when it buzzes yet again. You need absolutely zero distractions.

About twenty minutes into it, you hear a loud knock on the door. You sigh, figuring your roommate forgot her ID or keys again. You pull open the door and sigh, fully shocked when you find Rafe standing at your door. He's out of breath from running inside from the parking lot, and he looks pissed off.

"Oh, good, you're alive," he snaps, pushing his way into your room before you can even invite him.

"What are you doing here?" you ask him, closing the door so none of your nosy neighbors can listen to yet another argument between the two of you.

Things haven't been good. You're sick of him calling and texting you all the time, him begging you to come home, and constantly asking who you're with when you go out. On top of all of that, your classes this semester are harder than they've ever been, but Rafe never respects when you say you need space and time to study.

"Checking to see if my fucking fiancee is breathing!" he shouts, throwing his hands up in the air, "I mean, shit, Y/N, I called you, like, twenty times."

You glance over to the nightstand at your phone, realizing your ring was over there, too. You know he won't like that.

"I shut my phone off. I really need to study, Rafe," you tell him, but he's not listening.

Instead, he collapses onto your bed and puts his head in his hands, sitting directly on your Chem textbook and notes.

"Oh, my God, what the hell? Get up," you snap at him, walking over and pushing him off so he doesn't ruin your notes or textbook pages.

"It's fucking fine," he replies as he stands, barely glancing at your papers.

"No, it's not. I need this shit to pass my exam-" you hold the wrinkled papers up.

"They're literally fine, Y/N," his voice raises, "Stop being so dramatic."

You take a deep breath before you speak again, knowing whatever comes out will not be very nice. You've really been trying to be patient with him, but it's getting harder and harder.

"I'm not being dramatic, Rafe," you say calmly, "I just really need to study and I need peace and quiet."

He sighs and rubs the back of his neck as he debates what to say next. Neither of you want to start a fight, but you both have a lot of shit to say. His eye catches the shiny object on the nightstand and he looks over, figuring out it's your engagement ring.

"What the fuck?" he gasps, picking it up and holding it out to you, "Since when do you take this off?"

You put your hands on your forehead and sigh, realizing this is going to take up a lot of time that you don't have. And the fact that Rafe drove eight hours on a whim because you didn't pick up his calls all day has made you crazy.

"I cannot do this with you right now," you tell him, stepping toward your Chemistry stuff.

You'll just have to go to the library and study if he's going to be here. There's no way you can get any of your shit done with him bitching about your ring.

"Oh, my bad, when can you do it, then?" he rolls his eyes, "Huh? Can you give me, like, a window of time where you're actually available to talk?"

"Rafe-" you start, but he holds his hand up.

"No, because, I mean, I don't hear from you all day, and I'm fucking worried about you, so I make the long ass drive to come check on my soon-to-be wife, and now I'm the bad guy? Yeah, no, I get it now!" he exclaims.

"Jesus, okay, I have to go," you say, grabbing your backpack from the floor and sliding some slippers on.

"Right, to study," he grumbles.

"Yeah, to study," you snap back, "Just because you didn't go to school doesn't mean you can't at least try to understand!"

You rarely raise your voice at him, so Rafe knows you're mad. He stares at you for a second, deciding if he should acknowledge your comment about him not attending school.

"It's not about whether or not I understand, it's about time management," he lectures, making you roll your eyes, "Don't roll your fucking eyes at me."

"Don't show up at my dorm unannounced!" you yell back.

"I wouldn't have been unannounced if you would answer your goddamn phone!"

You take a deep breath and exhale loudly, then step closer to the door. Rafe walks over to you and grabs your arm, spinning you around. You stare up at him like he's crazy, he's never laid a hand on you like that before.

"Put your ring back on," he demands, holding it out in his hand.

"What the fuck is your problem, Rafe? You think I'm gonna get hit on walking to the damn library? Get a grip," you mutter, trying to yank your arm from his grasp but failing.

"I'm not playing," he tells you, holding the ring up in his other hand.

"Neither am I," you snap, "Let go of me."

He stares at you for another few seconds and then releases you, groaning loudly when he does. He steps away from you and runs his hand through his hair, then sets your ring back down on the nightstand.

"What's going on with us?" he grumbles, sitting down on your bed again.

You start to feel bad as you look at him, so you step closer and set your books down on you desk. You open your mouth to speak, to apologize and return your ring to your finger, when he speaks out again.

"Why didn't you answer the fucking phone when I called?"

You close your mouth quickly, swallowing the words you were about to say. You stare at him for a moment, then you decide that it's just best to tell him the absolute, stone cold truth.

"Because I have shit going on, Rafe. I have a Chem final in two days and I'm not at all prepared, I have other finals and an entire paper due by the end of the week, and I have you up my ass about everything in between and it's just a little overwhelming right now."

He brings his head out of his hands and looks up at you. His expression changes from hurt to angry in about one second, so you brace yourself.

"So what do you want me to do to help you, then?" he asks, his voice agitated. You can tell he's trying to be patient, but he really wants to yell.

"I just need you to give me some space right now," you state.

He nods his head, moving his eyes away from yours and down to the floor.

"Space," he repeats, "You want space."

You nod your head slowly, afraid now to speak. You can't tell what his reaction is about to be, but obviously it isn't going to be a good one.

"So, you ignore my phone calls," he holds up one finger, "You take off your engagement ring," another finger, "And now you want space. Do you think I'm a fucking moron?"

He stands up off the bed, now towering over you. Your hands come up to your face, rubbing your eyes to try and relieve some form of stress.

"God, Rafe, you're making this out to be something it's not-"

"Am I?" he shouts, "Do you want to marry me or not? I mean, I really think that's what this boils down to. Am I what you want, or not?"

His yelling combined with your stress and confusion makes you yell back at him.

"I don't know!"

He steps back, almost like you've hurt him, and stares at you with a look you've never seen before. It's anger, betrayal, confusion, and sadness all rolled into one, heartbroken expression. It makes your stomach turn thinking about the fact that you're hurting him.

"Well, there it is," he says, his voice cracking, "I'll just get out of your way, then."

He leans down and grabs the ring from your nightstand, wrapping his large hand around it and then stepping toward the door.

"Rafe, wait," you say, "Where are you going to go? You can't drive home in the dark."

He doesn't turn around, he can't look at you. Not when you're not sure what you want.

"I'll sleep in the truck," he says, his voice weak and quiet.

"No," you protest, "Rafe, I'm sorry."

He stands there for a few seconds, then turns, and you see the tears in his eyes. One has fallen, and rests on the bottom of his cheek. He wipes it away, but not quick enough.

"Why are you sorry? I'm not what you want anymore," he laughs, but nothing is funny.

Another tear falls and you step forward quickly, reaching up to wipe it away. He closes his eyes under your touch, always loving feeling your skin on his.

"I didn't say that," you say gently, tears welling in your eyes from seeing him like this.

"Just..." he trails off, finally opening his red eyes, "Go ace your Chem final. I'll see you at home in a few days."

He reaches up and grabs your hand, removing it from his cheek. He lays a quick kiss on your knuckles, then closes his eyes again when he lets go of you. Not sure if it's his last time feeling you.

He turns to leave, opening the door up before he turns back to you.

"I love you. I always will."

He doesn't wait for your response, he just closes the door behind him. You turn and look at the nightstand where your ring once sat, wishing to God that it was still there. You want to tun after him, but you know you can't. You two just need some cooling off time, you tell yourself. You'll come back again atfer finals when you get home for Christmas break. He'll hold onto your ring for you, you convince yourself of that.

You can't focus. The next day, you spend all your time in the library, staring at a page in your Chem textbook, and all you can focus on is your empty finger. No pretty ring that reflects every ounce of Rafe's love for you. You check your phone, but all you see is an empty screen. Your wallpaper is a cheesy picture of Rafe holding a wine glass. You took it on your anniversary last year and love everything about it, especially his cheesy grin.

Tears start to form in your eyes, so you do what you have to do. You call him. It rings and rings and rings, then you hear his familiar, raspy voice on his voicemail.

Yo, it's Rafe. Leave a message and I might hit you back.

You close your eyes, those two sentences being the most you've heard from him in almost twenty-four hours.

"Hey," you start your message, "Look, I'm sorry about last night. I really want to talk. Please call me back. Love you, bye."

You sigh and hang up the phone, then look down to your book again. You try and try to focus, but you can't. It just is impossible with everything spinning around your brain. You can still see the look on his face when you said you weren't sure, you can still hear him say 'I love you' right before he left.

And it's all you want to hear again.

You slam your book shut and grab your stuff, then make your way out of the library. Once you get outside, you call Rafe again. You hear the same ringing and the same message from his voicemail, so you leave another.

"Baby, please call me. I'm worried about you. I just want us to talk. Please call. I love you."

You hang up and walk back to your dorm, checking every five seconds to see if he's called you back. You really just want to hear his voice, to apologize, and to be able to focus on Chemistry again. Knowing that Rafe is out there hurting is just too distracting.

You call hm again after you get back to your dorm, giving him about thirty minutes to call back before you try him again. When he doesn't answer, you leave another message.

"Hey," you say, your voice sounding more desperate, "I'm going to call Dad and have him come get me. I'm skipping out on my Chem final. I just want to come home and work things out with you. Call me, please. Love you."

And you mean every word. You sit down on your bed and you remember how Rafe had helped you move in on your first day of freshman year. You remember how he made love to you and how he proposed to you in the parking lot before he left. And you remember all the times he came to visit and you two laid in bed and planned out your whole wedding reception together, laughing and joking about who to invite and who to sit together.

As you sit there and remember it all, remember the kisses and the laughs and the feelings you have when you're with him, you've never been more sure in your life. It's Rafe. It will always be Rafe.

You hear a knock on your dorm room door and hop out of bed, rushing over to it. It's him, you hope. Coming to rescue you, coming to hold you, coming to give you your ring back. You pull open the door with a big smile, only to find your roommate, Alex, standing on the other side.

"Hey," she says, looking confused at why you opened the door like that, "Sorry. I forgot my keys."

You drop your shoulders and nod, moving her out of the way. She leaves the door open as she moves over to her side of the room to search for them. You sit back down on your bed, checking your phone once again. He has to call back eventually.

"You're not ditching your Chemistry final."

You look up and see him, standing in the doorway, staring at you. His eyes are tired, his hair is a mess, and he looks like he's hung over. You don't even want to know where the hell he's been for the past day.

"Rafe," you breathe, hopping up from your bed.

You want to throw your arms around him, hug him, and have you hold him. He stops you when you get close to him, holding out his hand to keep distance between the two of you, which practically breaks your heart in two.

"You're not coming home until you take that test," he repeats, "You've been studying for it and if you don't take it, you fail. So, you're staying. I called your dad."

You frown. This is not how you imagined it. He seems colder somehow.

"Okay," you say, "Fine. But I want us to talk."

Rafe shakes his head, leaning against the doorframe. Alex walks up behind you, whispering she will be back later, and leaves with a quick smile to Rafe.

"I'm giving you your space so you can focus. We'll work on us when you're done with the semester."

He sounds firm, but you know you can win this one. You step forward, so close that he can almost feel your skin on his. Your scent fills the air, and you watch as he swallows his feelings.

"Rafe," you say, your voice soft, "I can't focus on anything knowing that I hurt you. I need to talk about us and figure things out. Please."

"Baby," he sighs, and you know you've won just by the return of your nickname. It's your favorite, which is why he calls you it so often.

"Please," you say, taking his hand. Your fingers wrap through his, pulling him inside.

He groans but enters anyway, both of you knowing that he would do anything for you. The door closes behind him, which you're thankful for. You sit him down on your bed and instantly crawl onto his lap, not caring if that's what he wants or not. That's what you need. Your head buries into his chest and your arms wrap around his neck.

"Baby," he says again, this time with more authority.

You bring your lips up to his neck to soften him up, listening to the small moans that come out of his mouth as you work.

"Rafe," you say against his skin, "I'm so sorry for what I said yesterday."

He hums, so you give him a few more kisses on his neck before you pull back to look at him. He stares at you with soft eyes, and you know you've already won him over. But you still need to say what you need to say.

"Truly, baby. I was wrong. I was angry. You are all I want in this world and I couldn't handle any of this without you. I was acting extremely ungrateful and I'm really, really sorry," you continue, watching him smile sadly at you.

"Well," he smirks, moving his hands from your back down to your butt, "I've always known you're a brat, so."

"Hey," you pretend to pout, but really, you just want a kiss. He gives you a slow, gentle one, one that makes you want to melt into him.

"You are the love of my life," he says, "You could never say anything to make me walk. And I'm sorry for being such a dick yesterday and for not respecting your school. I'm gonna get better. This shit is just hard for me, having you all the way here. I just miss you when I'm home."

You nod, reaching up and brushing his hair away from his eyes with your fingers. Even when he hasn't showered, is in the same clothes as yesterday, hasn't styled his hair or even slept well, he still is the most handsome to you.

"I understand. I'm sorry for being so hard on you," you say, kissing him on the cheek.

He smiles against your lips, bringing his hands up to your face to move you down to his lips.

"Are we okay?" he asks you in between kisses.

You hum against his lips, and he takes that as a yes, so he flips you over and lays down on top of you, kissing you like his life depends on it. He quickly moves down to your neck, his hands going underneath your shirt.

"Oh, my God, I missed you, baby," he tells you as you feel him leaving a hickey on your neck.

"Always marking me up," you laugh at him, feeling him smirk against you, "I missed you, too."

"It killed me not calling you back," he continues against your neck, "But I wanted to do right by you, you know?"

You gasp when he bites you slightly, then laugh when you feel his big grin on your neck.

"That's why I love you the way I do," you say sweetly.

He sits up and looks down at you, smirking widely, "Can you love me like you do right now and then get back to your studying?"

You bite your lip and nod, pulling him back down on top of you.

A little while later, you and Rafe lay naked in your bed, just breathing in the other. Rafe is drawing hearts into the skin on your stomach, leaving little kisses every so often on any inch of skin he could reach with his mouth.

"You need to get back to studying," he says, but doesn't stop with his kisses.

"Can I have my ring back first?"

He looks up at you with wide eyes, wondering if you really mean it. He didn't want to bring up the ring, just in case you had changed your mind about the engagement.

"You sure?" he asks quietly.

You grab his chin and pull him up to you, stroking his hair as you give him a couple quick kisses.

"I've never been more sure of anything," you tell him.

He nods and kisses you again, then hops off the bed and pulls the ring out of the zipped up pocket of his shorts. He grins at you and then jumps back in bed, of course landing on you when he does.

"This is a twin bed, you ogre. You can't be jumping and shit, there's not enough room for you!" you say as you try to free your left side from underneath him.

He moves and lets you get situated, then holds out the ring. You hold up your left hand for him ti put it on you once again.

"Will you marry me?" he asks, and you would've laughed at him if his voice wasn't so gentle and nervous.

"Of course I will, Rafe Cameron," you tell him, smiling.

He slides your ring back on your finger and you somehow feel more complete, more whole, knowing it's there.

"It's never coming off again," you tell him, meaning it.

He kisses you softly, "No, it's not."

Rafe takes a shower and then hangs out on your bed on his phone later on to keep himself occupied while you study for Chem at your desk. You ask him to quiz you and he does, even though he knows nothing about Chemistry.

It gets late, so you tell him you'll study the rest tomorrow and hope to be prepared the following day for the exam. You put your book and notes on your desk, then slide into bed with Rafe, who you made stay with you tonight. Although it didn't take much convincing.

"I can't believe your dad is just letting you take all this time off," you mumble against his chest.

"Hmm," Rafe hums, so you know you're wrong, "I've kinda been dodging his calls."

"He'll be mad," you tell him, and he nods.

"I don't care, though. I got what I came here for."

You spend all day the next day studying in the library for Chem and writing your paper, while Rafe packs your things for you. He figures it's one less thing for you to worry about, and then you can just come with him after you finish your exam. He had told you he wanted to be the one to bring you, his soon-to-be wife, home.

Rafe waits for you outside your building on exam day. One by one, students file out of the building, and he gets even more anxious every time you aren't one of them. Eventually, he stops pacing and sits down on a bench, praying that you do well.

He sees you emerge from the building with only ten minutes to spare, and jumps up to greet you.

"So?" he asks, his voice hopeful.

"I won't know for a few days," you tell him, "But I'm confident. I felt like I had most of it under control."

He smiles, taking your hand in his and kissing it, "I'm so proud of you, baby."

You smile and thank him, then put your head on his chest in hopes that he'll wrap his arms around you. With the amount of stress you've been under the past few days, all you want is just for him to hold you right now.

"I'm so proud of you," he repeats, swallowing you up in his arms.

You breathe in his scent and relax, knowing that even if you fail every class you ever take for the rest of your life, you will always have a place in the arms of this boy.

After a few minutes, you move to look up at him by resting your chin on his sternum, staring up at him. He smiles down at you, running a hand through your hair as an attempt to calm you down.

"Take me home, Rafe," you tell him quietly, and he nods.

He reaches down and takes your hand, leading you away from the building. You two go back and grab the remaining items you need to bring home, the rest Rafe already packed in the truck, and then go out to the parking lot to head home.

You feel relieved, ready to spend some quality time with Rafe and really make sure to work on things so that nothing ever gets bad between the two of you again.

He puts you into the truck and closes your door, then hops into the driver's side. He reaches over and takes your hand, staring at the ring on your finger and smiling softly.

"Let's just elope and get it over with," he looks up at you, already laughing because he knows you'll never agree.

"Yeah, I'm glad our wedding is something you just wanna get over with," you roll your eyes, but can't help your smile.

"You know what I mean," Rafe groans, "We don't need all the bullshit and the drama. I just need you. And a minister."

You laugh at him and nod, understanding what he means. He looks down at your hand in his, at the diamond on your finger, and so do you. You honestly can't remember why you took it off, you just know you never will again.

"A small wedding it is," you whisper.

He leans over and gives you a kiss. Then another. Then another. He pulls away and starts the truck, then looks back over a you.

"Baby, I'll do whatever you want."

That sentence combined with the cheesy smile he gives you afterward is what convinces you that, no matter what, Rafe will always be yours, and you will always be his.

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alice-smutthoughts · 3 years ago

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Masquerade

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Ran / Rindou x Fem bodied OC

TW: strip club, sex work, violence, blood, weapons, SA, drugs, alcohol, swearing

All characters 21 +

Please DNI if under 18

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"Where's the masked bitch!"

The shout rang out interrupting the loud music playing through the club. Rindou looked up from his drink, bored eyes trained on the three men at the front door.

"I suppose that would be me?"

Alice stepped around a heavy velvet curtain that blocked the entrance to the kitchen. She had just been getting a glass of water when the men arrived.

"I heard you did a number on one of my men. We're here to return the favour."

The man in the middle gestured to his two companions to grab Alice. Ran watched curiously from his seat in the corner lounge chair. He recognized the man in the middle as the boss of the local gang. The gang was known for petty crime and vandalism but nothing that garnered the interest of Ran.

"If you would like to discuss the events that happened yesterday we will have to go outside."

As the men drew closer to Alice she pulled out her gun.

"I said to go outside. You are disturbing our customers."

The man in the middle flinched at the gun pointed in his direction. He grunted and started to walk out the door. He had planned for this scenario, a group of ten of his men waiting outside in case things went bad.

"Ooh you gonna fight. Mind if we watch?"

Ran had slid behind Alice and followed her out the door while Rindou trailed slowly behind. When they exited, Alice locked eyes with the man who had been harassing Crystal the previous night. Although he couldn't see her face, could imagine the irritated expression that lay below her masquerade mask.

"You."

She pointed her gun at him.

"What did I say yesterday?"

As she questioned him one of the men from inside came running at her with a fist aimed for the side of her head. Alice ducked below his arm and stepped closer so she was within an inch of his face. Her gun was pressed against his throat. Ran let out an impressed whistle.

"Don't forget about me!"

A second man came running from behind pulling out his own gun. As he lifted it to shoot Alice pulled out a katana that had been tied on her side. She now stood between the two men, her right hand holding a gun against one man while her left aimed the katana at the gunman's throat. A small trickle of blood dripped down his neck from where the sharp blade made contact.

"I-i still have a gun."

The man stuttered out. Alice didn't even look his way.

"If you think you can shoot me faster that I can slice through your neck go ahead. Otherwise drop the gun and shut up."

The man dropped his gun and slowly raised his hands in surrender.

"Now, I assume you are the boss."

She looked at the man who had first barged into the club. He gulped.

"I understand you are simply trying to avenge your subordinates hand and show that you are still a relevant gang in this area. However, I don't have the time or patience for your pathetic attempt to prove your manhood."

She stepped forward and the man, though twice her size, cowered at the sheer thirst for violence that seemed to radiate off of her. She passed him and continued towards the man from the previous night, who was shaking on his knees.

"Wait I'm sorry, please let me go. I won't ever come back here again. I'll leave right now."

His begs fell on deaf ears as she raised her blade to his face.

"This was your second chance. I don't give thirds."

Her cold voice sent shivers up the bosses spine as he watched her lift her arm. With a quick strike her blade sliced clean through the man's neck. His head dropped with a thud.

"Fuck now I have to clean this idiot off of my sidewalk."

She turned her head back to the boss.

"Take his body and run back to your little rat's nest. And pray that I don't see any of you again or — "

She tapped her sword against her neck. The men scrambled taking the corpse and running.

"Wow I think I'm in love."

Ran smirked over at his brother.

"What do you think Rin?"

Rindou's lavender eyes raked down Alice's form.

"Yeah, she has a good body too. Wonder if her face matches."

Alice hadn't heard the two brothers because she was focused on scrubbing the blood off of the side walk with a large brush and some soapy water. This wasn't the first time blood has spilled in front of the club's doors and it wouldn't be the last. She had gotten quite good at removing it over the years.

"So Miss mask, when do we get to see your face?"

Rindou called over.

"We'll pay for your time."

He added. Alice scoffed.

"You wouldn't be able to afford it."

She shot back and returned into the club.

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The brothers had returned every night since. Constantly pestering her to remove the mask. On the first day Rindou sent a large bouquet of red roses. Their petals were plucked and scattered as decoration in the private rooms. On the second day Ran tried his luck by offering her a large diamond and gold necklace in exchange for her number. She waved him off saying gold really wasn't her colour. On the third day Rindou handed her the keys to a Mercedes Benz. She handed them back saying she doesn't drive. By the fourth day the brothers were getting frustrated. Being high ranking leaders of Bonten meant they were used to getting whatever they wanted at the snap of their fingers. Sanzu had started making fun of them when they'd return to the office with matching pouts.

Finally Mikey had enough of their moping and told them to just purchase the whole club. It would have been cheaper than the gifts they were buying Kokonoi had added.

They looked at each other with sly grins. They couldn’t wait to see how she’d react when they owned the grungy club, and all the employees in it.

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y0itsbri · 4 years ago

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gallavich week 2021 - day 3 - travel au as always inspo from @ianandmickeygallavich // @gallavichthings

Stuck with You

Words: 5.5k

Summary: A winter storm strands a desperate-to-return-to-Chicago Ian at the airport with no car. A dark-haired mysterious man in an expensive-looking leather jacket and sunglasses seems to be his only hope. Ian grows suspicious of the man's true intentions as they embark on their road trip with some funky excursions. The two men find what need they most in each other.

"Fiona, I'm literally at the gate. I'm about to board now!" Ian was lying straight out of his ass as he was running through the bustling airport, dragging his bag as fast as the bent-as-all-hell wheels on the suitcase would allow him. He had not, in fact, woken up to his first alarm... or second. Maybe he was running extremely late despite Fiona's near-constant nagging to get there early in case something happens again.

Ian mumbled a quiet "Fuck" as his suitcase's wheel locked up again. He did not have time for this. His huffed cursing was apparently heard by Fiona's supersonic hearing. A woman in white capris glared his way. Okay, maybe it wasn't that quiet.

"Ian!" Fiona's voice rang through his phone. She sounded frantic and exhausted. She had every right to be, but Ian was not in the mood for an early morning guilt trip. "What happened? And you better stop fuckin' lying to me and get your ass-"

"Fi, I gotta go, love you, talk to you later, promise," he mumbled all the formalities as genuinely as he could muster before he hung up. He had tuned his attention into his surroundings and noticed an absurd about of people hovered around the rent-a-car station while the airport gates nearly empty, except for the occasional airport employees trying to reason with irritated passengers.

Sure enough, something did happen, as Fiona would have happily predicted. There was a massive winter storm and all flights had been delayed until further notice. Ian idly walked to his gate just to make sure he wasn't going to miss his plane like he had the day before. The gate was a fuckin' ghost town besides one man in an expensive-looking studded leather jacket and shiny dark hair to match. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of purple sunglasses, despite the fact that they were currently indoors.

Ian instinctively stepped closer to the man to maybe strike up a conversation. It wasn't something he was so fond of doing, but if he was trapped at an airport, he might as well make friends. Anything to distract his anxious thoughts about not making it back to Chicago in time for his interview. He couldn't even look at his phone, knowing Fiona was probably blowing it up right now about how he has to get his shit together. He knows.

In the midst of his inner debate, Ian oh-so-gracefully tripped over a chair -- the wheels of his suitcase coming to a halt, causing the bag to loudly clang against a nearby pole.

The man jumped up with a startle, yanking off his glasses and swiftly reaching into his boot and pulling out a small knife. He slowly took in the fact that there was no threat -- just a giant blushing ginger wincing at the knife pointed his direction.

The man sighed and tucked his knife away, "Shit, I thought you were trying to rob me or something."

Ian eyed a small black backpack tucked behind the man's legs. That bag was sleek and tiny compared to Ian's nightmare of a bag.

"Ain't look like you got much to steal," Ian joked, immediately regretting his decision to be witty after literally just being held at knifepoint. Maybe the mysterious man would appreciate his charm.

The man frowned. Okay, maybe Ian's humor wasn't for everyone.

"And how did you get that knife through security?" Ian asked in attempt to ease the tension a bit.

"None of your damn business." The man retorted shortly, but his eyes lingered over Ian for a moment longer, amused.

"Right." Ian replied after a moment. That was fair. He was a stranger, after all. But there was something about this man that was so intriguing. The man stood nearly half a foot shorter than Ian and clearly had the personality to make up for it. Ian was most definitely not in the mood to almost get stabbed again so he decided to lay off the talking, making an obvious show of adverting his gaze from the gorgeous leather-clad man in front of him.

"Uh.. hey," the man spoke up again as he looked around the terminal. "Did I miss the flight or did everyone just get abducted by aliens or some shit?"

Ian was amused at the aliens bit. Who even was this guy?

"It looks like all flights are delayed. Some freak super-storm coming in, don't want any crashes or anything."

"Buncha pussies," the dark-haired man grumbled as he stood up.

"Where are you going?" Shut up, Ian, shut up shut up shut up.

"Rent-a-car? Is that okay with you?" The guy pulled his bag over his shoulder, but turned his gaze back to Ian.

"Uh, yeah, I mean -- sorry, never mind." Nice going, Ian.

"I'm just busting your balls, man. Just gotta get back to Chicago before the weekend. Can't just sit around like a little bitch and wait for a storm to pass like some people." The enigmatic man teased him.

Ian rolled his eyes, but followed him like a lost puppy. "You're not the only one. I have an interview in Chicago in two days and I really can't miss it." Ian pointed back towards the rent-a-car area when the man didn't question him any further. "Don't think you'll have much luck with that, by the way. They looked almost sold outta cars when I walked past here earlier."

"So you walked past the rent-a-car instead of actually getting one? Real smart, Stumbles."

Ian cringed at the nickname. So much for first impressions. The man pulled out his phone from the tight pocket of his pants and stopped abruptly, Ian almost losing his balance to keep from stumbling into the guy. Again. Ian was literally swept up off his feet by this dude. He had to get himself in control before he lost what remained of his dignity.

"Ey' Dimitri, I need a car." The guy said into the phone. Ian awkwardly waited around. It wasn't like they made any plans of travelling together but they were in the middle of a conversation, he couldn't just leave. It wouldn't be polite. Not that much about this guy was polite to begin with. But they had something going at least. The phone conversation got heated very quickly. Now Ian could very clearly see why he was the type of person to have a knife in arm's reach at any given notice.

"I know you have fuckin' plenty. I'll drop it off next time I see Yevgeny, you know I'm good for it. I gotta job this weekend- It is your fuckin' business when your bitch of a wife- Oh c'mon, you can admit she's a bit of a bitch. Whatever- Or do you wanna tell Svetlana that your incompetent ass is the reason why she ain't getting her payment- or do you plan on paying for that shit? Didn't think so. Black cat. Red one."

There was definitely a lot to unpack and as curious as Ian was, he was definitely not gonna ask... yet.

"Red, you comin'?" The dark-haired man called over his shoulder as he started heading towards the airport's exit.

"Me?" Way to play it cool, Ian.

"No. The other giant ginger standing behind you. Yes, you."

"My name's Ian, by the way."

"Don't care."

"Where are we going?"

"Chicago."

Together but not together, they waited for... Dimitri, maybe? The shorter man beside Ian was tapping around on his phone and hadn't said a word about their plans beyond the simple 'Chicago.'

Right as Ian got the nerve to ask, a sleek black jaguar came to a halt on the street in front of them. Ian only knew a bit about cars because his brother liked fixing them up -- and man, was this a sick car. Lip would be jealous. Ian fought the urge to take a photo of the car -- unsure what the boundaries were in situations like this.

Ian's mystery man sauntered over to the driver's seat, exchanging a loaded handshake before switching places with the driver, who was apparently not Dimitri.

The passenger side window rolled down, revealing a bright red interior. "Coming, princess?"

Ian placed his suitcase in the backseat before hopping in the front himself.

"Do I ever get to know your name, princess?" Ian teased back. But he was genuinely curious.

The guy smirked, "Buckle up. I ain't slowing down for anything." And true to his word, they sped out of the parking lot, earning a few well-deserved horns from cars that they had cut off. Ian cringed.

Ian waited until they were on the interstate to speak again, not wanting to be the cause for an accident with this guy's hectic driving and the snow lightly falling on the road in front of them. Maybe he shouldn't be getting into cars with mysterious strangers. Maybe he should have thought of that before he did, in fact, get into a car with a mysterious stranger.

Ian decided to try again, "Ya know, if you don't tell me your name, I'm just going to start calling you something real stupid, like Bob or Cookie or Raven."

"Raven is actually kinda badass." The man replied, not taking his eyes off the road, but the side of his mouth quirking upward.

This guy was impossible, "Ugh."

"Ya know, you're kind of annoying for a passenger who should be grateful that I'm saving your ass. I could dump you on the side of the road, make you hitch hike all the way to Chicago or wherever the hell you end up. Probably some real weirdos out there wanting to pick up a pretty boy like you."

"Didn't ask to be saved." Ian blushed despite his best efforts to play it cool.

"No? So you were just following me all around the airport, why?" He glanced at Ian this time.

Yeah, he had a point. "Like I said, I got an interview I can't miss. My sister set it up for me and she would actually have my ass if I fucked this up. I'm talking like this-is-the-final-straw." Ian sighed, running his hands up and down his face.

"Hmm. You'll make it. I'm a good driver." He smirked. He lifted his hand off the wheel as if he were about to touch Ian's shoulder or something, but decided against it at the last second.

"Good and fast are not equivalent." Ian's breath hitched.

"Says you." The guy drummed his fingers.

"Says most people. And probably the cops." Ian was not about to spend a night in the slammer.

"Fuck the cops." He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yeah."

The conversation died down and a rock ballad lulled over the car's exquisite sound system. Damn, this was a nice car.

"Mickey." The guy murmured, barely audible over the bass.

"What?" Like the mouse?

"My name's Mickey, by the way." He glanced over at Ian.

Oh. "Kinda badass." Ian returned with eye contact a smirk.

Mickey smiled at the road ahead of them.

"Mornin', Sleeping Beauty." Mickey called out from the driver's seat, patting Ian's shoulder. Ian could have sworn Mickey's hand lingered a bit longer than necessary, but maybe he was just reading into the interaction.

Ian must have fallen asleep sometime during the drive, because now they were parking in the parking lot of a diner. Red neon lights highlighted the exterior, giving the place a sultry vibe. Odd vibe for an off-the-road diner, but Ian supposed it could be weirder.

Mickey hopped out of the car and shoved his hands into the pocket in his leather jacket, searching for something.

After a moment, Ian slowly stretched his legs out as he crawled out of the car and found Mickey smoking a cigarette while leaning against the hood of the car. It was picture perfect. Mickey hadn't noticed him emerge yet, so Ian decided to give into his urges as he snapped a picture of the beautiful man in front of him -- all black shadows and glowing red.

Ian closed the car door and Mickey stubbed out his cigarette and led them inside. "Usual table," he said to the hostess, who led them to a table set for two towards the back of the establishment.

Yeah, this was weird. Who the fuck had a 'usual table' at a joint off the highway in the middle of nowhere?

Inside hung the heads of exotic animals that Ian hoped were fake. Once they were sat across from each other, Mickey ordered a short stack of pancakes and Ian ordered a hamburger and fries -- the first thing he saw on the menu.

"So, brunch and tigers? What is this place?" Ian mused, curiosity and now suspicion overtaking him.

"Cool, huh? Got connections." Mickey went back to rearranging the condiments and sugars on their table.

"Mhm." Ian was skeptical, but didn't want to pry. He seemed to be on this guy's good side for now.

Ian spent the better part of their stay just taking in everything around them. The walls were lined with playing cards, posters from bands he's never heard of, bizarre news articles, lights swung and tacked up with a casual precision, literal jewelry and crowns under display cases, and he could've sworn there was sparkles mixed into the red paint covering the walls. It was like a goblin's cave or something.

Occasionally, he would look up at Mickey, who would look away almost instantly -- like he'd been caught in the middle of something. Planning something? Ian couldn't tell if Mickey's cheeks were actually blushing red or if it was just the lighting. Probably for the best because Ian blushed like a motherfucker whenever he held Mickey's eyes for too long.

Luckily, the waitress brought over their food before Ian could say something stupid. Ian's hamburger and fries were places in a classic red boat with black and white checkered paper. The burger was massive and had a flamingo pick placed in the center of it. Mickey's pancakes were covered in bananas, blueberries, and powdered sugar. The waitress also set down a glass elephant bottle filled with, what looked like, maple syrup. The waitress just smiled at them and walked away without another word. This place was strange. And Ian couldn't shake that feeling.

About halfway through eating, Ian had enough of the odd vibes and promptly excused himself to go to the bathroom. He had to get out of here, forgo his luggage in the fancy ass car. He didn't care if he'd have to hitch hike at this point. He washed his hands in the bathroom sink, planning when to make his escape, when the door swung open.

"Ian." Mickey looked genuinely concerned. No stupid nickname. Ian. "What's wrong, man? You looked pretty sick back there. Is it food poisoning? I'll give Anakin a fuckin' piece of my mind if he didn't cook that fuckin' burger. He knows better than to fuck with me." He rattled off.

Ian felt flighty and tried to take off during Mickey's rage-induced ramble but an arm gripped his bicep, stopping him in his tracks.

"Hey, Ian, look at me." That was the problem. Ian couldn't stop looking at him. He would probably do anything he asked. And that was fucking dangerous. He was a stranger with connections. That couldn't lead to anything good.

Ian finally made eye contact and the grip on his arm loosened, gently sliding towards his wrist before falling back to Mickey's side.

"Promise me you won't kill me." Ian blurted out.

Mickey's eyebrows nearly flew off his face, "Kill you? Where the fuck is this coming from? You think I hate you or something?"

"Well, maybe, I don't know. This is weird."

"Maybe." Mickey paused, actually making an effort to see this whole strange situation from Ian's perspective. "But I like weird."

Ian stayed silent.

"I promise I'm not going to kill you. I promise that I'm going to get you back to Chicago for your interview. I promise we're all good, okay?"

The tension in Ian's shoulder's visibly relaxed and he released a breath he didn't know he had been holding. But that confession still doesn't explain this weird excursion.

"Why does everyone here know you?" Ian finally asked, swallowing his nerves.

This was not a conversation for the men's bathroom, but here they were anyways.

Mickey looked a bit embarrassed. "Used to live a few towns over with my ex-wife-"

"Ex-wife?" Ian nearly choked.

"Svetlana. Fuckin' disaster. But I used to come here with my son, Yev, on special occasions when his mom was out. He always loved it -- thought he was the king or some shit."

"Oh."

"Don't see the kid as much anymore, but this place still has the best fuckin' pancakes so we go when we can."

"So this isn't a sting operation to kidnap me?"

Mickey rolled his eyes, "You're an idiot. I actually happen to like you."

"Yeah, me too."

"So glad you like yourself, champ."

"Oh, fuck me." Ian groaned.

"Maybe later." Mickey smiled too sweetly for someone who had just insinuated what they had.

They returned to their table, finishing off what they could. Mickey had insisted he pay for both of their meals -- reparation for nearly giving Ian a heart attack and fleeing off to fucking Mexico or something. The waitress collected their tab and walked away with a wink, "Have fun tonight, boys."

"See ya 'round, Geneva." Mickey called, "Always in my fuckin' business." But Ian could tell it was meant with nothing but fondness.

Mickey held gave a two finger salute to the hostess on his way out before holding the lion-studded doors and turning to face Ian, "We're in this together, yeah?"

"Yeah."

Ian didn't fall asleep in the car this time. Instead, they played the license plate game and carried impersonal conversation in between stops at gas stations and fast food restaurants.

"Books or movies?" Ian read from his phone.

"What kind of fuckin' question is that?"

"From the online list you made me look up!"

"Yeah, because you suck at coming up with questions!"

"Whatever. Books or movies?"

"Movies, duh."

"Aw, c'mon, you don't like books? When was the last time you even read a book?"

Mickey flipped him off, "What about you, smartass? You prefer books over movies?"

"Well, no..."

"Well, exactly."

"Cats or dogs?" Ian asked. "I've never had either, but dogs are cool."

"Yeah, 'cause you act like one."

Ian gasped, mocking an expression of hurt. "I bet you're a dog person, though."

"Yeah, why're you so sure about that?"

"They're all tough and shit."

"I got a cat back home. She's tougher than any dog I know."

"What's her name?"

"Indy."

"Aw, softy."

"It's short for Indica, clearly we're cool."

Ian gave an even more exaggerated "Aww."

"Shut up, next question."

They had missed the worst of the winter storm that had threatened their flight and gotten them in this situation to begin with. It was starting to get dark and while Mickey assured Ian that he could drive through the night, Ian insisted they could stop at a hotel and still make it back before his interview. Truthfully, he didn't want to be involved in a luxury car crash with a maybe Russian mobster. He couldn't pinpoint Mickey, but that's what he had currently decided on.

They had pulled off into the lot of a pink hotel. Mickey had gotten them two rooms, side-by-side. Instead of going up to his room and passing out like Ian had expected, Mickey headed straight towards the hotel bar -- ordering a mojito and a vodka tonic and making friendly talk with the waitress in a very low cut red shirt like they were old friends. Mickey was nothing like Ian expected.

Ian headed up to his room to drop off his suitcase and call Fiona back, sure she was going to disown him right then and there for avoiding her calls all day.

Ian opted against going down to the bar and instead watched reruns on the hotel tv. Alcohol didn't really mix well with his meds and he didn't want a hangover if they were going to be in a car all day tomorrow -- especially a nice car like that. Yeah, he wasn't puking in that anytime soon if he could help it.

He took a long, hot shower, indulging in the hotel's eucalyptus-scented body wash before settling in for the night.

Ian was resting peacefully until he heard a blood-curdling scream next door. Mickey was next door. Mickey.

Ian leapt out of bed, grabbing nothing but his shirt before frantically knocking on Mickey's door. C'mon Mickey, don't be dead. C'mon. C'mon.

Mickey swung open the door rubbing sleep from his eyes, "Ian?"

"Uh, hi. I heard screaming. Just making sure you're not being murdered."

"Shit, yeah. I get night terrors sometimes. I meant to mention that to you, but it must have slipped my mind after a few drinks. Didn't see you down there?"

"I called it an early night," Ian replied guiltily. He felt bad if Mickey was waiting for him. But he didn't know.

"Yeah... anything else?" Mickey looked Ian up and down. Ian was suddenly hyper aware he was standing in front of Mickey in only his boxers.

"Um, no." Ian glanced around nervously.

"Great." Mickey shut the door. Whatever. Ian turned to open his door, but it wouldn't open. He searched his pants for the key card only to be reminded that he was not, in fact, wearing pants. Fucking great indeed.

Ian knocked on Mickey's door again.

"What?" He grumbled with a tooth pick between his teeth. "'m not fuckin' screamin' anymore."

"I locked myself out."

"Of course you did." Mickey rubbed a hand down his face, "You ain't goin' down to the front desk in your underwear and I'm not goin' down there either so it looks like you can either come with me or sleep in the hallway, your choice."

Some choice.

Ian followed Mickey into his room, the same layout as Ian's -- just mirrored. Mickey tossed a blanket at him and then collapsed back into the pillows himself.

Ian tried to make himself comfortable on the ground but all he was going to do was bruise his fuckin' spine and freeze his ass off because apparently Mickey likes to sleep in Antarctica.

"Fuckin' cold." Ian mumbled, cocooned in his one tiny hotel-grade blanket that hardly covered his long body.

Mickey didn't open his eyes, but he lifted the comforter on the bed, "Get in here, Frosty."

Ian hesitated. But he was really fucking cold. He made sure not to touch Mickey at all as he crawled under the covers, laying as still as he could on the edge of the mattress. Mickey sighed and scooted his back into Ian's chest, grabbed Ian's arm, and draped it around his waist. "There."

Ian was still for a moment before settling into the warmth.

"Mickey." He said softly. He wasn't even sure if Mickey had heard him.

"What?"

"Is that your real name? Mickey?"

Mickey sighed, "Mikhailo."

"Hmm. I like Mikhailo. It's like Mick-halo, like you're an angel."

"Baby, you've met me. There ain't nothing good about me. I'm more like the devil."

"Why's that?"

"Dude, I almost knifed you when we first met."

"I had that coming, though."

"Maybe so."

"Is that all?"

"Fuckin' terrorized my neighborhood as a kid."

"Me too, you ain't special. Got anything else?"

"I'm a raging homo."

Ian rolled his eyes. "Me too. Anything else?"

"Can't do enough for my own kid."

Ian was quiet so Mickey continued.

"Svet won't keep him in Chicago where my job is. I don't wanna be the asshole to choose work over my kid, but I can't just up and leave, either."

"Yeah, but it sounds like you visit him a lot. He must know you love him, though. Bet you're a better father than mine."

"Yeah, mine too. Ain't hard to beat. He's a real dick. I don't wanna be anything like that piece of shit."

Ian squeezing his grip around Mickey's waist. "You're not. I'm still betting you're all things good."

"Hmm."

"Guess we'll just have to see."

"Guess so."

A moment passed before Mickey spoke again.

"Go to sleep, stupid."

"Goodnight, Mick-halo."

Ian nestled his head into Mickey's hair, smelling the eucalyptus on his as well. The two not-strangers drifted off together.

Ian woke up after Mickey, who was already packing up his oddly tiny back pack again. And Ian's suitcase. He took a moment to recall last night's events.

"How the fuck did you get that?"

"Morning to you, too." Mickey tossed a prepacked muffin at Ian's half asleep body. "Went to the front desk for a spare key after continental breakfast, duh. Eat up, we're leaving in 10."

Ian groaned and pulled the covers over his head. He felt a weight on the mattress beside him. He peeked from behind the blanket to see that Mickey had sat down and was currently staring at his legs? Ass? Who knew. Turns out 'thighs' was the correct answer as he set his hand on the outer part of Ian's right thigh. Just resting it there for a moment before getting up.

"Fine, we're leaving in 15."

Satisfied, Ian closed his eyes for a few minutes, feeling the ghost of Mickey on his leg. He was so warm. It was like his heart was on fire.

They ended up leaving 10 minutes after Mickey's initial 15 were up. But it wasn't Ian's fault that there was a hold-up at the front desk. Something about a scheduling conflict between a drag show and a speech contest. Hell, Mickey thought they should combine the two events and call it a day.

Back in the car, Mickey had some upbeat indie music playing this morning while they circled around the old town to find a gas station.

"Ya want anything?" Mickey asked before he turned away from the pump and towards the building, patting down his ass to make sure he had his wallet.

Ian was distracted by the patting for a moment before replying. "Uh, maybe a Gatorade or something?"

Mickey tapped the hood of the car twice instead of replying verbally, but the message was received nonetheless.

Ian pulled up the picture he had taken yesterday of Mickey in front of the bizarre diner, moments before he thought he was being hunted for sport. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

After a moment, the driver's side door swung open, "Whatcha lookin' at, Smiles? Texting your girlfriend?" Mickey teased as he closed the gas tank and hopped in with a coffee balancing in one hand and three different flavors of Gatorade in the other.

"Nothing." Damn, Ian. Like that ain't an obvious lie.

"Ain't nothing, lemme see." Mickey took Ian's phone and dropped the Gatorades on his lap.

"Ouch! Well, thanks -- for these -- but give me my phone back!"

"Is that me?"

No sense in lying now. He was literally looking at it. "Uh, yeah. Thought it looked cool."

"That's dope as fuck, man. Send that shit to me, I wanna post it on my Instagram."

Ian certainly hadn't expected that response. But when had Mickey ever been what he expected?

"I don't have your number." And he wasn't asking for his number like some school girl. Mickey had literally requested he send him something. Ian had no idea why he felt so ridiculously nervous.

"Gimme." Mickey made grabby hands for the phone and began to plug in his number before Ian realized that this definitely counted as distracted driving in a very nice car. "Done."

Done.

The morning and afternoon went by pretty quickly. Mickey sang along to some pop songs while drumming his hands on the steering wheel. Ian took some photos of the inside of the car, earning some light teasing from Mickey. Shut up, this might be my only time in a car worth more than ten grand.

Ian watched the highway and the grass blurring past his window when he suddenly remembered the small notepad and pen he had swiped from Mickey's hotel room.

Mickey looked pretty distracted, so Ian took it out and began to sketch his profile. The man was too beautiful. He couldn't help himself. With a burst of confidence, he added a note to it before ripping the page out and sticking it in the side pocket of Mickey's back pack. If Mickey saw him, he didn't say anything -- for once -- and Ian was glad for that.

They were nearing Illinois state lines, so they had to get into travel specifics. Ian gave him the address to his apartment. Both being Southside, Mickey knew the area well enough that he wouldn't need directions until last minute.

Ian figured now was as good as time as any to ask, "What are you doing in Chicago?"

Mickey made a face like he was thinking about how much he wanted to explain to Ian. "Well, for one, I live there. Second, you've seen my tattoos right?" He held out his knuckles reading FUCK U-UP. Ian nodded and Mickey relaxed one hand back onto the steering wheel before continuing, "Tattoos were a family ritual. I help my brothers on runs when they need it -- those idiots can't plan for shit by themselves. Makes good money though. I also work part-time at this high-end restaurant downtown. Satisfies my sister that I have a legit job. Ain't too bad either. Lotta sketchy shit goes on, though, but they know I'm good to look the other way for a low low price." He grinned.

"Damn, you sure are something," Ian mused.

"Yup yup. What about you hot-shot? What's the whole deal with this interview?"

Ian sighed. "Never finished high school and uh, I have a mood disorder thing so a lot of places won't even consider me. Got fired from my last job for snapping at the dickhead manager --which was well-deserved by the way -- but still stupid. My sister, Fiona, got me this interview with the magazine company she works for -- she thinks I'm so sick like our mother and that if I don't have a job to keep me stable that I'll just fuck off. But the job would be really cool because I've been into photography and shit since like forever. I don't know, it's stupid. But I really just can't stand to let anyone down again, because I am better. They just don't always believe me."

Mickey frowned, and Ian worried he shared too much. But then Mickey rested his hand on Ian's thigh, "Hey, man. That sounds cool. But it's okay to not be okay. Just be honest with me, and I believe you. Promise?"

"Promise."

Ian's apartment was in sight before he knew it. It was starting to get dark out, but he would still be able to get a good night's sleep before his interview in the morning. Mickey's car definitely did not belong in his neighborhood. It stood out like a sore thumb. He couldn't stay for long if he wanted to leave with the car in tact.

Mickey helped Ian get his suitcase out of the backseat and then leaned against the car, watching Ian with a strange look in his eye. Before Ian could ask, Mickey stalked over to him and leaned up, and pressed his lip's against Ian's. He smelled so sweet. It wasn't the eucalyptus shampoo either -- that had long faded. This was just pure Mickey. Mikhailo.

The moment was over too soon and Ian groaned. Mickey gently patted his cheek, "Don't worry, big guy, you ain't gettin' rid of me this easy. I'll see you soon."

"Soon." Ian repeated back, still a bit dazed in the head.

Mickey smirked as he hopped back into the jaguar and sped off to wherever the fuck it is that Mickey goes.

Ian lugged his bag upstairs, unlocked his door, and plopped down on the couch.

Soon.

After texting Fiona one last time, Ian had turned his phone off to avoid any distractions. Giving in to the urge to text Mickey would definitely be a distraction. He needed routine. At least for tonight.

It was a relatively quiet night in terms of activities. He had microwaved a frozen dinner and watched a couple episodes of Schitt's Creek before taking his meds, brushing his teeth, and heading to bed.

No matter how chill of a night he was planning on having, his mind kept racing with thoughts of Mickey with everything he did. That man was so cool and funny and kind, even if he didn't believe it himself. Ian didn't know what exactly had caused such a reign of self-doubt over him, but they would talk about it someday. Ian wanted him to see how good he was. Mickey just brought long-vanished excitement to Ian's life again. He trusted him and cared for him. And he missed him. They had only spent two days together, but Ian couldn't imagine sleeping without him. He drifted off to sleep thinking about what Mickey would look like in his bed with him.

Ian had gotten up at his first alarm for once and arrived to the interview 15 minutes early. He was genuinely passionate about this job so it was easy to turn up his charm. He would hear a call back later that afternoon, but given that he was pretty sure Fiona was sleeping with his would-be boss's boss, he was almost certain he would get the job.

Ian finally turned his phone on when he got home. One message from Fiona -- reminding him of the interview. But more importantly, three from Mickey. He immediately clicked on Mickey's name, absolutely no use in playing it cool anymore. He couldn't get him out of his head.

Mickey (9:27pm): *image attachment*

Mickey (9:27pm): found this in my bag, i wonder how it got there🤔

Mickey (7:32am): good luck at your interview! hope it was worth literally dragging your ass across the country for

Ian smiled.

Ian (10:06am): I have absolutely no idea how that drawing got there. Maybe trolls? 😇

Ian (10:07am): And your luck helped! I think the interviewer liked me :)

Mickey (10:07am): hopefully he didnt like you too much

Ian (10:09am): SHE liked me a very healthy amount.

Mickey (10:10am): gonna keep it that way

Ian (10:12am): 🙄 Oh Mick. Can't be jealous over something you don't have.

Mickey (10:15am): i have you right where i want you dont you worry your pretty little head

Ian (10:17am): So you think I'm pretty is what I'm hearing?

Mickey (10:18am): i think your annoying go away

Ian (10:19am): I thought I couldn't get rid of you that easy?

Mickey (10:19am): changed my fucking mind

Their texting banter came to a halt when Mickey picked up a shift at his legitimate job. Ian unpacked his ratty old suitcase and cleaned up his apartment while he waited for his phone to ring. From the job... from Mickey.

Right when he was switching loads of laundry, his phone rang. It would be a lie if he said he didn't drop everything and run.

It was his new boss him on his new job. He couldn't hold back his grin as he immediately texted Mickey, then Fiona. He was proud of himself.

Fiona called and they chatted about the job -- omitting the part where he assumed she was sleeping with the boss -- and Ian's road trip -- omitting the part where he kissed his once assumed kidnapper -- and then about Fiona's kids and Carl's lately stunt. He was so invested in his little criminal brother that he almost didn't hear the knock at his door.

"Fi, I gotta call you back. I think I have a delivery or something." Ian wasn't expecting anything.

Ian nearly leapt backwards when he cautiously opened his door (there were no damn peepholes in his building) to find Mickey waiting on his doormat with a grin on his face. "Congrats on the job, man!"

"Oh my God. You're here?"

"Yeah, I told you I would see you soon. I'm a man of my word. And I brought cupcakes." Always the unexpected. "Well minus one. I didn't know which apartment was yours and I went to your neighbor's first and he wouldn't tell me where you lived without a fuckin' cupcake. Greedy asshole." He murmured, quietly smiting the old bastard.

"Mickey." Ian smiled, eyes crinkling with it. "You're good. You're so good."

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