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queers-gambit · 8 months ago

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Let the Bodies Hit the Floor

prompt: what happens when Tangerine's little lady is targeted in their home?

pairing: Tangerine x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Bullet Train

word count: 9.1k+

note: this got away from me. like wtf is this plot, Cherry?

warnings: author still runs with Tangerine's name being Aaron and Lemon's being Brian. inspired by GIF, established relationship, Russian Mafia vibes, physical violence / assault, blood, character injury, small angst, mostly hurt and comfort, Tan and Lem standing on business.

The skirt of the designer dress fanned around your thighs when you turned swiftly from the stovetop to a separate counter in order to collect the chopped vegetables. Light music filled the space between the sizzling of different dishes cooking, bare feet sticking to the linoleum floor of the kitchen.

"Right," your sweetheart, Aaron, announced as he jogged down the glass stairs while fixing his cuff link, entering the shared space, "know I hate t'do this, love, but I promise we won't be long."

You smirked, "Uh-huh, and where have I heard that before? Oh! That's right, when you - "

"Oi, oi, oi, you know I ain't mean to disappear in fuckin' Kyoto for 6 weeks, love," he repeated in exasperation, "please, stop holdin' that against me."

"I'm not," you sang in a singsong voice, dropping the vegetables to the stir fry you were preparing, "but you know, you say you won't be long, and then you disappear for random amounts of time."

"You know why," he sighed, buttoning his suit jacket as he closed the distance between you, "and you know it ain't my choice."

"Yeah, yeah, job first, girlfriend second."

"Not even close t'what my priorities are," he smirked, snatching your hand to twirl you around and tug you closer to face him. You grinned up at him, hands landing on his chest; letting his arms lock around you to keep you pressed against his impeccably sculpted body. "You look so beautiful tonight," he whispered, eyes flickering over you, "just love you in this dress. Could ravish you right here, right now."

"Yeah?" You cooed, "Recognize it?"

"Hm, feels rather expensive," he pet around your hips and waist, cheekily moving them around to grip both arse cheeks; causing you to gasp lightly, "thinkin' I must've gotten it for yah. Huh?"

"From Paris last month," you chuckled.

"Ah, yeah, I remember. Lemon was right hacked off we spent so much time shoppin', but no way was I gonna come home without something for yah." He sniffled and patted one hand in a gentle smack on your bottom, continuing, "Now, listen, sweetheart, I know tonight's real important to yah, so, I promise, Lemon and I will be back before the main course, yeah?"

You tisked, "Don't fucking call him that, you know I hate it."

"Apologies, lovely girl. Listen, I won't have my phone on, so, you need me, call Brian - "

"'If I need you'? See, now it's sounding like you're gonna disappear again, Aaron," you complained. "What the hell's this job anyway?"

"Nah, don't worry 'bout nothin'," he promised, "'cause we'll be back in time for your li'l dinner party."

"You know tonight's important for us - both of us!"

His eyes rolled, "Yes, yes, t'finally get your father's approval, right?"

"More like my whole family," you reminded with a roll of your eyes. "Goddamnit, I knew you weren't gonna take this seriously - "

"No, hey," he soothed, squeezing his hands to gently jostle you into silence, "tonight's very important to me, darlin'. I swear it, yeah? We'll be back in time, promise you."

"Good, you better."

"But in case, call Brian - "

"Aaron!"

He grinned, watching your own lips spread, "Jesus Christ, can't take a joke no more, can yah?"

"Maybe on less important days."

"Duly noted." The apartment's buzzer sounded, your boyfriend sighing, "Right, then. That'd be Lem - aht, ahem, Brian." He frowned, "Feel bad skippin' out on yah like this, but duty calls, baby."

"Mhm," you hummed, lifting on your toes to peck his lips. "Just be careful, please."

"I always am."

"You literally crashed a Bullet Train into an entire village - "

"Told yah, that was the Ladybug twat!"

"You also got shot! A centimeter to the side and you'd have bled out your fucking jugular."

"Again, the Ladybug twat."

"Potato, po-ta-toe."

Aaron chuckled, kissing you again, his mustache tickling your skin; groaning in annoyance when the buzzer sounded again - but for a prolonged time. "All right," he pulled back only to peck your lips again, "I'm off but I'll be back real soon. Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Good without me?"

"I have to be," you teased, petting the lapels of his suit jacket and readjusting his tie. "Go, before you give your brother a fucking aneurism."

"Right," he chirped, pecking your forehead with a loud smooch. Swiftly, Aaron reached over to pluck a carrot from the wok, hissing from the heat, "oh, hot, hot, hot!" You swatted his bottom as he stepped away, eating the veggie, knowing you hated when he sampled your cooking while in the midst of actually cooking. "Mh! Tastes divine, sweetheart, maybe a bit more garlic. Love you!" He called over his shoulder, dropping a quick wink.

"Love you," you repeated, smiling; feeling lucky in love. You watched him go; his curls slicked back, classic navy blue suit on to make the crisp white button-up stand out, his shiny dress shoes winking at you. With a sigh, you focused again on prepping an admirable meal for the evening, planning on hosting both your divorced parents, their partners, and three older siblings.

Obviously, as the youngest kid, any and everyone you dated fell under heavy scrutiny.

The plan was to shmooze them into accepting Aaron as your lover, something your father and eldest brother were specifically vehemently against. But you weren't a little girl anymore, they couldn't dictate who you loved, but you could do your part to make your contract killer boyfriend more appealing to your kin. Easier said than done, but tonight was about at least trying.

So, you cooked a series of dishes to present on the grand dining table your boyfriend had furnished your apartment with, yet never utilized. Humming to the music, you hopped around the cooking space, and about an hour later, the apartment's buzzer was sounding in an obnoxious echo.

Dusting your hands off, you rushed to the comms system and pressed the big green button that unlocked the door building's front door. You left the door to your flat unlocked for easier access, rushing back to the kitchen to finish plating dinner. Not a minute later, the door opened and in walked your family; bottle of wine in your father's hand and a bouquet of flowers in your mother's.

Your father, Edward, had his newest wife on his arm; in the tallest heels you ever saw and a dress made of sequins, being far too short for this kind of event.

You mother, Linda, powered walked ahead of everyone with her boytoy of the month kept a close distance to the matriarch. He was probably just a few years older than you - but you were dating a contract killer agent, there was no room for judgement.

Your eldest brother, Robert, or better known as Bobby, entered with an aurora of arrogance; instantly looking around and judging your home unfairly. You sister, Mabel, just looked stony and stoic; completely bored of that night already. Lastly, your brother older by just a single year, Jonathan, or John, or John Boy, followed behind your siblings, wearing a thick gold chain against a classless wife beater.

"Oh, I'm so glad you made it!" You squealed, opening your arms and practically skipping close to greet your parents and their partners. "About time, don't you think?" You smiled at your father, hugging him first and kissing his cheek.

"Well... Guess better late than never," he begrudgingly agreed. "You remember my wife, Crystal?"

"Of course," you tried to politely smile and offered the fake-blonde a greeting kiss to her cheek, "lovely to see you again."

"Thanks for the invite," her tired voice drawled; indicating she'd rather be literally anywhere else.

"Mum," you moved along, hugging and kissing her cheek, too. "You're look fit."

"Thank you," she sighed.

Looking to her boyfriend, you greeted, "Thanks for coming, Keith - "

"It's Toby."

You blinked, "Huh?"

"Name's Toby," he explained.

"Right, right, Toby, my fault," you apologized, ignoring the look he sent your mother as you greeted Bobby, Mabel, and John Boy.

After, your father stiffly asked, "So? Where is he? This boyfriend you want us all t'like so much, huh? Not even out here to greet us?"

"Running an errand, but he and his brother will be back for dinner."

Bobby scoffed, "So, we do all this for him and he's not even home? Wow... Real stand-up guy, innit he?"

"You're also here to see me, aren't you?"

"We see enough of you, we're here for your dumbass boyfriend you're so enamored with that you missed Christmas last year."

"Bobby," you warned, taking your mother's flowers and heading back into the open-concept kitchen to locate a vase and fill it with water. "You're gonna play nice tonight or I'm gonna be really pissed," you warned your family, "and I'll cancel the New Years trip."

"Woah, hang on," your sister, Mabel, interjected, "let's not be hasty, the night's only just beginning - no need for threats."

"I know," you smirked at her, "it's called incentive."

"Truly your father's daughter," you mother scoffed and rolled her eyes. Edward just mocked her and handed over the wine bottle; making your mother snip, "No drinks to offer us? Not a very diligent hostess, are you, darling?"

Her sickly sweet tone gave you a cavity, but this was simply how your mother behaved when around her ex-husband - all passive aggressive and holier than thou.

You pointed, "There's an entire cart behind you, there. Help yourself."

"Hm," she hummed, nodding, turning to make herself a hefty bourbon with Toby right behind her.

"Um," Crystal hummed, "do you have seltzers?"

You almost laughed but managed not to, "No, no, just win and whatever liquor's on the cart."

"It's a nice place you've got, love, if not overly expensive," Linda cut off anything Crystal might've said; complimenting you stiffly, looking around as the amber liquid was poured, "bit empty, though, innit? I don't see one single family photo, not a personable damn thing."

"Oh, well, Aaron and I just like the minimalistic aesthetic," you deflected; the truth being, Aaron was constantly on the move for his job, there was no real time or reason to decorate the flat. You began transporting the large dishes on the kitchen counters to the table, your other brother, John, springing into action to help.

To say it was awkward was the simplest way to put it. After pouring herself a second drink, Linda started to trade insults with Edward; both telling the other how pathetic it is to find younger lovers. Mabel rolled her eyes but listened carefully, ever the quiet mouse who opted to observe rather than be seen. Bobby was snooping through anything he could get a hand on; attempting to know Tangerine without outright meeting him yet. John Boy didn't care this way or that, happy to just be involved and set the table for you.

"Chow's on!" You announced, leading everyone to the table and take whatever seat they liked.

"You know," Bobby started, "think it's a bit weird."

"What is?" You asked, handing Mabel the steamed sticky rice.

Bobby gestured around, "The whole thing. I mean, I'm almost tempted to believe you've made this Aaron character up. What kinda man skips out on a family meal like this?"

"A man who has a very demanding job," you snapped, the table still passing dishes around to take their fill. "I didn't ask you guys here to fucking harp on him, I asked you to just give him a chance and get to know him."

"Why should we even bother?"

"Because he's important to me!"

"You honestly think this is gonna last?" Bobby scoffed, shaking his head and passing the vegetables.

"Of course I do, I know how strong my relationship is. What the hell do you expect me to say, do, think, or feel if Aaron and I get married, and my family's feuding with the groom - "

"I beg your pardon?" Edward snapped, making the table go silent. "You're gonna marry this bloke?"

"No, Daddy, he hasn't proposed or anything, but we have been together almost 7 years" you explained. "I just used it as an example. Aaron's going to be in my life for a long time, I'd really appreciate everyone getting along."

"I think that's reasonable," Crystal smiled.

"Oh, shove it, nobody asked you," Linda sneered.

"Could you maybe not be a raging bitch for five minutes?" Edward snapped, dropping the cutlery with a loud clatter. "Don't talk to her like that - "

"The trollop doesn't get an opinion on family affairs!"

"Now that we're married," he held up his left hand, golden band visible, "she does get an opinion. It's your newest toy that shouldn't talk!"

"I didn't even say anything, mate," Toby scoffed.

"I'm not your 'mate', silly boy - "

The table erupted in a busy and loud argument, you slumping back into your chair; listening to your siblings attempt to resolve the feud. You thanked yourself for making the conscious decision to have this little dinner party at home instead of a restaurant; knowing Linda and Edward were never able to resist a good screaming match, even if in public. You sipped your wine mutely, eyes darting back and forth between either sides of the table.

However, they were silenced when there came a pounding at your front door. Three distinct, punctuated knocks of a fist, your mind instantly jumping to thinking it was the police - nobody else knocked like that. You went rigid instantly, brow furrowing, your father asking, "Expecting more company, honey?"

"No," you shook your head, already out of your seat and heading for the door - when suddenly - it was kicked in. Your scream was shrill from shock. The force of the violent entry splintered the doorframe; knob colliding with drywall, indenting it from the jarring movement. You yelped in shock, trying to back up, but there came a flood of armed men that instantly rushed you. You were only briefly aware of chairs scraping on hardwood floor as your family leapt up in shock.

Long gone was the argument, your family mutually screaming in fear.

These intruders yelled in Russian, fanning out to gather you and your family in harsh grips; shoving everyone into the living room. You were forced to sit down, at least one armed man posted for each of you, the others spreading out and searching the flat.

"What's happening? What the hell is happening!?" Mabel squeaked through her huffy breath, the men exchanging a few words before one stepped forward with his gun drawn at the ready. "Please, there's some mistake! Please, please, why are you - what is happening!? You can't do this! We only - "

"You," one of the intruders spoke with a heavy accent and a thick, pointed finger, "quiet." From his utility belt, the Russian produced several zip ties, demanding, "Hands. Hands, together! Now! You understand, eh!? Hands! Your hands! Now! Right now!"

Another henchman barked in Russian, telling you to comply or things would get messy. "Just do what they say," you whispered, pressing your wrists together and presenting them. They were secured tightly, your parents, their partners, and siblings enduring the same, and by the time the last zip was tied, the other henchmen returned.

You identified what was reported: "He's not here, no trace where he went."

"No, hmmm," mused the man obviously in charge, "well, that's all right, his girlfriend is right here." Your eyes widened as the Russian turned to look at you with a sadistic smirk. "Heard he's real protective of you, likes you a lot. Huh? Heard he once broke a man's collarbone for just looking at you - must be very important, yeah. What do you think he will do when he finds you - ruined?"

"You're not gonna do anything," you seethed between gritted teeth, "because you know he'd kill you all. Now, there's been no harm done so far, so there's time to walk away and I'll guarantee he or his brother won't come after you."

The Russian chuckled, "Oh-ho! Hear that, boys? Good old Tangerine's domesticated now. Takes orders from his bitch, and boy, she likes to bark!" Other henchmen chuckled, a few picking at the abandoned dinner. "I think it's time we send him our message, no?" The leader grinned to his men, earning a chorus of agreement.

Your eyes widened when the man lunged forward and yanked you to your feet, yellowed teeth gnashing in your face. "Whole family can watch!" Another intruder barked, curating a wave of laughter, "Call it, uh, bonding? Trauma bonding?"

"Oh, I like that," the leader of the kill squad grinned.

You gasped when the Russian balled his fist and socked you directly in the diaphragm; winding you, bending you at the waist, and giving him the vantage point to rocket his fist upwards into your nose. There was a sickly snap, you whimpering when a different Russian shoved you from behind and forced you to your knees; three different men joining the relentless and savage beating. You were kicked, punched, breaking several bones, being spat on, shoved over, and made to bleed your own blood. Though you hadn't wanted to, wanting to appear strong and unfazed, you cried out when the pain became too much; heaving for breath and praying the next kick to the head was enough to knock you unconscious.

But you weren't so lucky and wishful thinking was simply that: wishful, not applied or actual. Your family begged and pleaded for mercy, flinching when you spat blood on numerous occasions; shoes squeaking when they stepped in the globs. Everyone helpless and powerless in the current predicament, no hero to swoop in and save the day; your family knowing they were yelling into thin air and their words fell upon deaf ears. They could only watch and listen as you took the brunt end of three angry Russian's brute strength.

The leader had lit up a cigarette, watching his men physically assault you with an air of entertainment and aloofness. This went on for several long, agonizing minutes; you eventually going limp. "Hm," he waved his hand through the smoke, inhaling nicotine, "enough, boys, that's enough. She gets it, she gets we mean business." His men complied and backed away from you, letting the leader kneel at your head on blood-smeared hardwood floor. "You tell Tangerine and Lemon who did this, huh? Yeah? You tell them for me."

You spat blood in the Russian's face, smirking in satisfaction when it hung off his nose in a humiliating display of your stubbornness.

"Ah, I see," he wiped the blood clear, regarding it on his hand before bare-knuckle punching your head back into the ground. You were instantly dazed, groaning, the man continuing, "Now that you got that out of your system, you will remember my name. Huh? Ivan, yes? You remember that? Ivan. Fucking Ivan Kostka, you tell Tangerine and Lemon Ivan Kostka did this."

"The fuck does it matter who you are!?" You whimpered, eyes burning and being kept screwed tight. "You're a deadman walking, nobody cares about your fucking name except whoever inscribes your tombstone."

"Because your fruity boyfriend and his twin took something very valuable from me," the Russian leered, "and I have come to collect it back into my possession. You tell them, Ivan did this to you. I want them to know they are not untouchable - not to me. Not to my men. Tangerine can try to protecting you all he wants, but there will always be a time and place to act." Then, he laughed, "Know how easy it was for us to get here? Huh? Bit too easy, I admit. See, we picked up Tangerine's trail and followed him here. All we had to do was be patient for our opportunity."

"Who the fuck is Tangerine?" John was heard whispering to the others, a series of shrugs replying. The Russian gave a new command and several men divided to use their weapons to wreck the flat you called home; tearing up pillows, smashing spider-web cracks to the windows, tossing plates and mugs, overturning a bookcase, throwing expensive crystal glasses to watch the shards scatter.

Ivan continued to explain, "Your stupid fucking family talk so loud, eh, it is miracle they are not in witness protection, huh? We see them at your door, and when you opened for them, oh, it was easy to, ehhh, just follow them inside. Yeah? And now, here we are," he smirked. "I am sorry about this, though. You've such a pretty face, I almost don't want t'taint it," he pet a finger down your bloodied cheek.

"Go to hell!" You hissed.

"Oh, I will be when the Reaper comes for me. Remember, tell Tangerine it was Ivan... Ivan Kostka did this," he gestured to your tattered form, "and that I want my Faberge Egg and little sister back or this will get a lot worse for everyone involved."

You coughed as the man stood, whistling sharply and commanding his men to follow. The moment they were gone, as your family erupted in panicked screams, Mabel raced for the kitchen and snatched up a knife from the counter. Returning, your sister carefully uncut everyone's ties, your mother gasping and dropping to her knees when freed.

"What have you gotten us into, you stupid girl!?" She cried, massaging her constricted wrists.

You manage to mumble before passing out, "Call Brian."

Tangerine and Lemon had been on their own stakeout, tracking a gang of Russians accused of money laundering. He had forgotten to put his phone on the charger the night before, it dying and being left behind at his flat; so when there came a vibration, he knew it was Lemon's phone.

He hate the sound of the vibrations in the cupholder. "Oi, gonna fuckin' answer that?" Tangerine snapped, staring out the windshield.

"Uh, bruv?" Lemon turned the phone for Tan to see, guessing, "It's for you, I'm sure." The contact name displayed your home number.

Tangerine sighed and accepted the call with it on speaker, "Yeah, hello? Love? That you?"

"A-Aaron?"

"Linda?" Tan questioned in curiosity, hearing your mother's soft sob. "What's goin' on? What's wrong? Why're you calling? Where's Y/N?"

"Th-There's been an accident."

"What kind of accident?"

"The kind that involve angry Russians looking for some egg and someone's little sister? I don't know - "

"Oh, fuck me! Don't move, we're on our way," he rushed, hanging up. "Oi, fuck this, mate, get us back home," he barked at his brother, "we gotta get back now. Like right fucking now!"

"We can't just - "

"What? Leave our post?" Tan snapped. "Brian, you know where we are right now?"

He glanced outside, "Uh... Little Italy?"

"Fuckin' wanker," Aaron snapped. "No, this shipping yard is owned by the Kostka's - Russian crime family. You heard Linda, means the tip tonight was a set up t'get us away from the flat. They probably moved while we were absent. Now, c'mon, fucking hustle!"

Lemon connected the dots and started the engine, peeling away at a dangerous speed to navigate the city back to the high-rise apartment you and Tan shared. He couldn't explain why, but Tangerine could feel his heart in his throat; a sick feeling taking over at the thought of the Russians setting this entire thing up.

Why send he and Lemon to stakeout the shipping yard? Why remove them from the equation?

Upon arriving at the shattered front door, both men in pressed clothes came to a jarring halt, taking in the sight. The flat was a wreck, literal feathers from pillows still floating in the air, their dress shoes cracking over shattered glass.

Tan caught sight of your hunched body sitting on the couch. "Right, the fuck is this, then?" He demanded, striding up to where your family had surrounded you. "The hell happened? Swear t'God, I'll put a bullet... In... Whoever..." He trailed, pausing when he saw your state. Tangerine slowly squatted in front of you, gently trying to coax your chin up, "Lemme see, darlin', c'mon, c'mon, lemme see, c'mere."

When you met his baby blues, you could only watch as tears filled them - knowing they'd never fall. "I'm sorry," you whispered, throat soar from the beating; making you sound a lot hoarser than ever before.

"For what? You did nothing, love, nothing - couldn't have deserved this, now could yah?" He rushed to comfort, caressing your jaw in both hands to look you over. There was a long gash in your hairline that dripped racing drops of blood down your face. "This is my fault, I know it is, God fucking damn it. Who the fuck did this? Hey? You remember, darling? Remember anythin' 'bout these men?" But you were silent from shock. So, he addressed the room by barking, "Does anyone? What the hell happened here, tonight!?"

Your father cleared his throat before knocking back the last swig of his whiskey. "These Russian fuckers," Ed answered. "Big lot of 'em, too, all with scary lookin' tattoos and fucking guns. Some were automatic." He eyed your boyfriend, "Associates of yours?"

"Fucking hell," Tangerine looked up at his brother, "think they want the Faberge back?"

Lemon frowned, "Possibly, but that's only if - "

"Ivan," you whispered suddenly, Tangerine and Lemon both looking back at you in mild shock. "He said his name was Ivan and he wanted you two t'know there was no hiding from him. He wants back whatever it is you two took."

"Yeah, they want the fucking Egg," Tangerine's jaw flexed as he glared at the floor, sighing deeply, and then looking back at you. "Hey," he whispered, "I'm just glad you're alive and well-enough. Yeah? You're my priority, sweetheart, nothing else matters."

You sniffled, "I'm okay."

"Like hell you are," he shook his head, gently prodding around your bruised face and sighing, "look at yah. You're definitely not okay, sweetheart. Right, then, listen, we'll go to a safe house for the time being - "

"A what?" John asked incredulously.

"A safe house," Lemon repeated, "you know? Somewhere not on record to let us hide discreetly?"

"I know what it is - but why go?"

"Can't stay here, mate, it's compromised," Tan answered with a hardened tone. "Now, you gonna fuckin' stand there, questioning me, or go be useful and get ready to leave?"

"Tan," his brother offered softly, "lay off, they just watched our girl get the shit kicked outta her."

Tan nodded and looked back at you, "Yeah, all right, sorry, love, just a bit on edge. But I'm gonna fix this - "

Robert (or Bobby, he's also known as), scoffed a sarcastic laugh, arms crossed, approaching you and Tangerine. "You takin' the piss? Your fuckin' job is leadin' men t'my sister, breakin' in her own home, givin' her a beatin' meant for you, yah fuckin' twat! Yet that's all you got to say to us? That you're on edge?"

"What'chu want, then, bruv?" Tan snapped, standing to face Bobby. "Huh? Call it an occupational hazard, but just 'cause you wanna bring it up, know that we ain't never had no situation like this before. All right? Excuse us for tryna piece it best together."

"My fuckin' sister's still bleedin', and you're, what? Makin' it up as you go?" Bobby snarled. "You owe us a plan! Somethin'! Fuckin' anythin'! How the fuck are you gonna rectify this situation?"

Tan's mouth opened, ready to retort.

"All right, all right, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, no, no, quit it, cut it out, yah fucking ninnies!" Lemon stepped between them and forced distance between the two men. "That shit ain't gonna help us right now. We all need to think clearly, so let's try not to wind one another up. Yeah? Fair?"

"Fuck you," Bobby spat, "fuck the both of yahs, you're both responsible! Puttin' my sister in harms way! Fuckin' look at her!" He snarled and pointed, "Shakin' like a fuckin' leaf!"

"Yeah, all right, you what, mate?" Tan sneered.

"I'm not your mate."

"I'll just fuckin' handle this on my own - "

"Like hell you are," His brother interrupted. "They fucked with our family, ain't nowhere for them to hide."

Tangerine nodded, then asked, "How many men were here would you say? Ballpark number." It was quiet. "Someone better answer me!"

Linda sneered, "Some 12 or 15 men, most of whom carried assault rifles. Anything you wanna tell us, Aaron? Huh? Why were these men searching for you? What'd you do that was so bad, they hurt my little girl?"

Your boyfriend nodded and looked to his brother, stiffly nodding and stoically demanding, "Let's get fuckin' Biblical, then, yeah?"

Brian clicked his tongue and winked at his brother in agreement, Crystal handing you a bag of frozen peas to hold against your head.

"You're sure it's safe?" You whispered, holding onto your boyfriend like a crutch as you exited the elevator.

"They didn't want our protection, love, 'cause the Russians are after us," Tan answered. "Easy does it," he whispered, opening the door to the safe 'house' he and Lemon kept in downtown London - not terribly far from your actual flat. "At's a good girl, slowly - slowly," he kept one arm around you, the other holding the door for Lemon, who carried several duffels. "Right, see? Nice, ain't it?"

You nodded, still relatively drugged from the hospital you just left. After begging them to come with you, your family outright refused, saying Tangerine and Lemon were bad news and they wanted no part in whatever bullshit was happening; even though it meant leaving you alone. So, Lemon packed up the flat while Tan took you to the hospital, meeting again at the skyscraper that doubled as a fortress.

"Here we are," he sighed, lowering you to the couch; left wrist in a cast, a brace on your ankle, concussion, bandages and gauze stuck to random open wounds that required stitches. "Right," he knelt in front of you, "you saw the lobby, yeah? Ain't nobody gettin' in here without clearance, you're safe. Yeah?" He pushed a strand of hair from your face, hating how it was still crisp from dried blood.

"Okay," you whispered with a nod.

Aaron sighed, "I'm so sorry, love."

"Not your fault."

"But it is," he frowned, "'s all my fuckin' fault."

"Did you really take a Faberge Egg?"

"It's what our employer wanted, so... Yeah. Apparently, it was a right dime piece, thought lost in one of the wars. Very exclusive - "

"Most expensive Egg made," Brian added, dropping a couple of the duffels. "And it's not in our possession anymore, love."

"Fuck would we do with Faberge?" Aaron rolled his eyes.

"Hock it," his brother answered, bringing grocery bags into the kitchen and setting them on the counters.

"And the sister?" You asked, eye once being nearly swollen shut now just red and irritated; looking at him with profound sadness. "What happened to Ivan's sister?"

Aaron sighed, wiping a hand down his face, "She was placed in witness protection, she's an informant f'MI6 and Interpol. They want her 'cause she's been spillin' secrets, gettin' business all topsy-turvy."

"They wanna kill her?"

"Seems so," he nodded, smoothing his hands over both your thighs, "but don't you worry 'bout nothin', yeah? We'll handle this."

"How?"

"We've got a couple calls to make," he alluded, standing to his full height but bending at the waist to kiss your forehead gently. "Try to rest, love, we'll be here a bit."

You nodded and watched him stride out of the living room, grabbing one of the duffel bags Lemon had dropped and brought it to the glass dining room table. He ripped it open as you sunk into the plush fabric of the pillows, but perked up when Brian came into sight. "Here, darling," he set a mug of tea to the granite coffee table in front of you, "just a bit of something for your nerves, yeah? You all right? Need anything? A pain pill, maybe? You look uneasy."

"I'm all right," you promised, trying to smile, but it came out as a grimace.

"Mhm," he sent you a look, grabbing the pharmacy bag. "Don't be a hero, just keep yourself afloat. Here," he handed you a little, round, white pill and the tea. "Bottoms up, huh?"

You half-chuckled and did what he said, settling again as he grabbed a blanket and tossed it over you. "How often are you two here?" You asked.

"Ah, usually when we're doin' recon," he answered, handing over the remote. "All the streamin' you could want," he winked, pointing at the TV.

"Oi, mate," your boyfriend called, "thinkin' we should call Kiwi?"

"To stay with her?" He asked, caressing the top of your head affectionately; grabbing another duffel and meet his brother at the table. The London Eye was visible from the window, creating a picturesque scene.

"Yeah," Tan answered, "she's good company, ain't she? Handy with a gun. Usually shoots first, asks questions later."

Brian shrugged, "Couldn't hurt. But I think we need t'call Moss... See what he and The Agency can tell us 'bout Ivan."

"On it," Aaron agreed, rapidly typing on a nondescript laptop. But he paused suddenly, looking up and asking, "You gave her a pain pill?"

"Yeah."

"She should eat with it..."

"I'm right here, you know!" You snapped. "I can hear you!"

"I know, doll, sorry," Aaron sighed, going to the kitchen and grabbing you trail mix - knowing opioids gave you the munchies. "Here, love, just wanna make sure you stay all right," he handed the bag over, dropping to the spot beside you with a heavy sigh. "Listen, uh, we're gonna have some of the lads come over t'help."

"Who?"

"Well, Kiwi's a lass, but she works with us sometimes. She's handy t'have 'round inna pinch. That all right?"

"I'm not one for much company right now," you frowned.

"Nah, don't worry, she'll entertain herself," he chuckled slightly, eyes darting around to take in your appearance. In a low whisper, he breathed, "I'm so sorry this happened."

"You've said that," you half-smiled, placing an M&M at his lips. He accepted the treat. "We knew something was bound to happen eventually, right?"

"Not like this, this ain't acceptable," he shook his head. "Lookit, Ivan's one of them nasty fuckers, traffics narcotics into the country using a series of shipping yards. He's got a whole army at his fingertips, plenty of money t'sustain an all out war if he wants."

"When was the last time you dealt with this guy?"

Lemon joined you two, sitting on the other side of the L-shaped couch. He worked on the laptop now, but sent a look to Aaron that begged him to lie. But often, Tangerine never could to you, so, he told the truth, "Last we saw him was some 6 years ago."

Your head cocked, "That's when we first started dating."

"Yeah," he smirked, stretching his arm around you to bring you in close for both your comforts. "Remember that week you couldn't get ahold of me? I told yah I was on some bloody fishing trip?"

"Mhm."

"We were in Colombia, fuckin' up part of his operation."

Your eyes widened, "Colombia? You mean, this Russian's in league with South America? The cocaine capital of the world?"

"Yeah," he sighed, "but it's taken him apparently this long to get shit straightened out - else he would've come sooner."

"Or he was waitin' until our guard was down," Brian chimed in, rapidly tapping on the laptop. "Intel says... Ivan's been in the country 'bout 3 months."

"And before that?"

"Uh... Looks like... Ah, fuckin' hell, he was in Spain, Portugal, Nicaragua, even fuckin' Trinidad."

"Sounds like he's made some friends," Tangerine frowned. You nestled a little closer, his arm contracting to squeeze you tight. "Send word t'Kiwi and Moss, ask Moss t'bring only The Jailbird."

"Who the fuck - you know what? I don't want t'know," you whispered.

"The Jailbird is a brutal fucker," Lemon chuckled, typing faster, "took out an entire fright train by himself with a single shotgun and only a couple rounds of ammo."

"Brian," Tan warned, shaking his head.

"What? 'S not like she's gonna say shit, you picked the most loyal girl in the world," he grinned, winking at you. "Right, love?"

"Mhm."

"That pain pill kicking in yet?"

"Not yet," you yawned.

"Right," your lover chuckled, handing over the mug of tea, "we've got some work t'do, you sit tight. Need somethin', anythin', just ask. Please," he frowned, "don't try t'get up."

"All right," you whispered, lifting your chin slightly with intent. He smiled and met you the rest of the way, pressing a gentle kiss to your split lips.

The lads went back to the glass table, setting up a network of tools and technology, muttering to one another as they did what they knew to gather as much information as possible.

About an hour later, there was a knock at the door that made you flinch. "It's all right," Tangerine rushed, but pulled his gun in hand, "probably Kiwi - "

"It's me, fuckers!" A female called from the other side.

Your boyfriend checked through the peephole and sighed, holstering his gun and opening the door. "Kiwi," he greeted.

"Tangerine," she rolled her eyes, strolling into the flat with her arms full of food. "I brought lunch! Know you fuckers aren't payin' attention to time and shit. Oh!" She grinned when she saw you, "Oh, my word, you're her! Wow, you're even prettier in person! You know, Aaron's told me all about you - "

"Fuck off," Tan snapped.

"Fuck you," she sent right back, "been askin' t'meet your lady for years now, now I finally get to."

"I wish it were under better circumstances," you offered softly, watching the lass with stark white hair round into the living room to set coffee cups and paper bags down.

"Oh, hi, hello, you gorgeous girl," she grinned, sitting next to you and hugging you softly. You were shocked, eyes wide, but hugged her back. "Oh, it's real nice to meet yah, heard all about'cha!"

"Really?" You asked when she pulled back, "'Cause I didn't know a thing about you until an hour ago."

"Makes sense," her eyes rolled, "them two never talk 'bout shit. Makes 'em good agents, but shit lovers. Huh?"

"I'd have to disagree," you smiled softly, defending your love.

"Yeah," she grinned, "knew I'd like you. Lemon!" She greeted in a cheer, standing swiftly to set one coffee cup out for you and take the rest over to the table.

"Hi, Key," he chuckled, offering her a hug. "Lookin' fit, aren't yah?"

"Just got back from a 6 month stint in the DR," she nodded.

"R&R or mandatory?"

"Rehab," she shrugged casually, "but not for me."

"Makes no bloody sense," Tan rolled his eyes.

"I was there, cozyin' up t'fucking Francisco Juarez."

"No fuckin' shit," Lemon laughed. "How was that?"

"The man's mental, but shit, he's got some balls of steel."

"Jesus Christ," Tan groaned. "Can we focus, please? Where's Moss? Anyone heard from him?"

"Mh," Kiwi nodded, swallowing a mouthful of coffee as you gingerly reached for your own; trying not to strain the shattered ribs you earned. "He called me on my way here, said he was on his way, just had to pick something up."

Lemon and Tangerine shared a look as Kiwi practically skipped back over to you. She happily struck up a conversation, telling you all about how she first met Aaron and Brian on some recon mission in Moscow - the three apparently all tracking Ivan. So, no wonder she was asked to assist on this little mission.

The man named Moss arrived not long after, dropping another duffel in the foyer and silently approaching Tangerine and Lemon. Kiwi waved the behavior off, whispering, "That's one of the bosses. Not a man of many words, just a man of action, yeah?"

You nodded in understanding, accepting the Tylenol she handed you and answering her 20,000 questions. You heard the three men muttering together, papers shuffling over the tabletop and the laptop dinging every time there was new information.

"Oh, holy shit," Lemon gaped at the screen, earning everyone's attention. "You lot aren't gonna believe this."

"What's wrong?" Moss asked, moving to his shoulder and peering over to look at the laptop. "Well... Ain't that interesting?"

"What?" Kiwi asked.

"Looks like Ivan's here for some wedding..." Lemon muttered, tapping on the return key repeatedly. "No shit!"

"WHAT!?" Kiwi snapped, making you flinch. She instantly apologized, "Oh, shit, sorry, sorry, sorry, love, I get a bit excited when outta the loop."

"Ivan's sister's gettin' married," Moss reported, "to the Minister of Defense."

It was quiet for a long moment, the agents stewing in shock. "Well, that can't be good," you whispered to Kiwi.

"Not entirely, just means our jobs got a helluva lot more exciting, though," she grinned, dropping a wink.

Three days. Three bloody days, you've been confined to the safe house. You were under strict orders not to leave out of fear of retaliation, so you remained for Aaron's peace of mind.

Moss, Tangerine, Lemon, and Kiwi were preoccupied focusing on their plan of attack. They figured there be an altercation at the engagement party, designing a trustworthy team to help them infiltrate and keep an eye. The day of the party, you were curled up in bed, reading to pass the time, and when you noticed Tangerine leaning in the doorway, your book snapped shut.

"How long you gonna keep me here?" You asked. "Some of us have day jobs they need to get back to."

He smirked, "I covered for yah."

"How?"

"Said you had a funeral t'go to in the States," he eased, pushing off the doorframe and approaching your side of the bed. He grunted as he sat, sighing deeply, "Listen, sweetheart..."

"Oh, that's never good."

"Just listen," he smirked. "Tonight's the engagement party, so we're gonna make our move."

"Are you sure Ivan's gonna be there? That this is what needs done?"

"We got it worked out, love," he promised. "Just need yah t'stay here with Kiwi. Keep safe, yeah?"

You stared at him for a moment, cocking your head slightly, "Been meaning to ask - why refer to each other's codenames when alone, like we are?"

"Good habit t'have," Aaron shrugged, caressing your head and then petting a finger down your cheek softly. "Hate leavin' you like this, but I'm gonna kill the fuckers that dared touch you."

"I'm not usually one for violence or revenge, but in this case, go crazy."

He nodded and stood with a smirk, stooping slightly to press his lips against yours. There was a solemn tension in the air, foreheads pressed together to breathe the same air, him whispering, "Love you, darlin'."

"Love you, too," you answered instantly. "Just make sure you come home, yeah?"

"As quick as I can," he swore.

You learned that day, you hated waiting. You despised being out of the know, having no connection to tell you what was happening on Aaron's side of things. Kiwi was a great distraction, though. She was chipper, talkative, wildly animated; sharing a joint with you, ordering take out that a security guard brought up, and making you watch all her favorite movies.

She checked her phone several times, eventually, you begging, "Any word?"

"Nah, don't worry," Kiwi smiled, "they usually don't give updates when on the job."

Unknown to you, on the other side of town, Tangerine and Lemon were changing into suits the hotel waiters would wear to serve the engagement party. Moss was in a nondescript white van, working surveillance, informing in the headset, "The Jailbird's in position."

"So are we," Lemon reported, nodding at his brother. "Ready, bruv?"

"It's gonna get messy," he nodded, cracking his neck and leading the charge into the event room with trays of champagne. He surveyed the room subtly, seeing The Jailbird working the catering table in a matching suit, and when the couple of the hour entered, it was showtime. However, before springing into action, the trio of trained and paid assassins had to wait for the first move else they'd blow their cover and alert Ivan they were onto him.

The future bride's name was once something traditionally Russian, now choosing to be Veronica, and her soon-to-be-husband, Gerald, was the very man who had established her witness protection. It was romantic, in a way, that the two fell in love; being naughty and a little forbidden, yet still tantalizing. Their families filled the room with the groom's colleagues, security lining the walls - yet being unable to do anything if the Russians decided to attack.

However, the moment Tangerine saw Ivan, he went rigid with anger. "Mate, hang on, don't do it - we have a plan for a reason," Lemon tried to warn, but sighed hotly when his brother stormed off. Into the comms system, he warned, "Heads up, lads, Tangerine's on the move. 'S bouta get real sticky, people, stay sharp."

Tangerine surged up behind Ivan, who was dressed similarly and indicating he, too, was undercover at this event. Tan felt his face redden with anger, tapping Ivan's shoulder, and when the Russian turned, he didn't hesitate to pull his fist back and launch it directly into Ivan's nose. It was the first punch thrown (literally) that spurred the other Russians into action.

People shrieked, heels clattered to flee, and security guards rushed to cover their employers; not knowing who the desired target was. Luck didn't seem on their side that evening as security managed to get Gerald out of the hall, but his fiancé, Ivan's sister, was separated in the stampeding crowd; gunshots making patrons scream in concern.

In their comms, Moss barked, "Veronica! Someone cover Veronica! She's the informant - get to Veronica!"

The Jailbird flipped the catering table to reveal several heavy-duty guns strapped for this very moment. He and Lemon made their selections, Tan preferring his fist; someway, somehow, missing getting shot by Ivan's men. But the Russian gangster was just as angry, fending off Tangerine and even getting a few punches in himself. All for nought, though, because Tangerine had the power of his anger propelling him; your face conjured in his mind, bloodied, making him hit harder - and harder - and harder.

"You! Dirty! Fuckin'! Scum!" Tan punctuated each word with a blow of his fist, keeping Ivan in his grip like a vice. "C'mere! You've done it now, haven't yah, you fuckin' bastard? Fucked up by touchin' my woman! I'll fuckin' gut you!"

Ivan's elbow cracked Tan's nose, making him stumble back a few steps. The Russian grinned, blood outlining his teeth, "She was real pretty, wasn't she, eh? I tried to leave her face for yah! Didn't wanna fuck that up too bad!"

"C'mere!" Tangerine roared, knuckles bloody. However, as he was winding up for another hit, one of Ivan's men tackled Tan from the side and knocked him into a banquet table - collapsing it.

The Russians were in an abundance, yet stood no chance when Tangerine got ahold of a handgun. The Jailbird preferred the larger shotgun, blowing gargantuan holes in people's chests; Lemon keeping it simple and just doing his job by taking out the enemy. It was Tan who was absolutely feral, sprayed in the blood of his enemies and sparing no life he came across; the party's occupants screaming in terror and trying to flee the event hall between gunshots.

"Tan!" The Jailbird barked, pointing off at someone, and when he looked, Tan locked onto Ivan again. The Jailbird located Veronica, trying to save her, but being unsuccessful when a Russian got to her first - disappearing from his line of sight as the chaos rampaged.

Growling, Tangerine started firing single shots to the heads of anyone in his way of his main target, but this time, the Russian saw him coming and was plenty prepared. The blade Ivan used cut Tan deep, filleting flesh; but did not stop the man wanting to avenge his love.

Bodies hit the floor left and right as Tangerine's anger swelled, there not being a single force in the world that could stop him now. Whatever Tan could get his hands on turned into a weapon, finding every single Russian responsible for what happened to you - the love and light of his life.

The engagement party was decorated with white table cloths and white roses, now stained and splattered in blood the longer the fight went. The musicians of the live band had fled, security encountering the Russian that had Veronica and shooting him dead, food covering the walls. Moss had tapped into the security cameras, informing his men when more Russians were racing towards the room; grunting when he threw off his headset, grabbed a gun, and left the van to take out anyone trying to get inside.

Lemon did his best to cover Tangerine's six, but the Russians kept coming in waves; far more prepared than they were that evening. Yet it didn't matter, their numbers might've been high but the anger Tangerine and Lemon felt was a gift from God Himself, spurring them to work harder and smarter.

Once inside, Moss brought The Jailbird to higher ground and strategically shot down their enemies while Lemon and Tangerine operated on the ground. When face-to-face with Ivan, Tan seethed, "You waited 6 years for a shot at me, would've thought you'd try harder."

"Don't need to," Ivan laughed, "I already got you!"

"Didn't get shit - "

"That why your girl's all alone? Don't worry, lad, I sent some boys to go deal with her. C'mon, then!" Ivan taunted, waving Tan in an antagonizing motion, weilding the 6-inch blade. As the two exchanged blows, Ivan laughed, "Never told me! Did you like my li'l gift? How I left your girl?"

Tangerine grit his teeth and used a chair to bash the Russian over his head. "I'll fucking gut you for touching her!" He shouted, people still squealing and screaming in fright.

"You stole my inheritance! That Faberge Egg's been in my family for generations!" Ivan roared, "And my fucking sister! If not for you," he grunted, taking a hacking swipe and missing, "she never would've opened her mouth!"

"Your sister, mate, fuckin' hates your guts!" Tan barked, kicking Ivan back and sending him crashing through a table. "She would've spoke even if we hadn't picked her up!"

"Bullshit!" Ivan snarled, swinging and his blade catching Tan's bicep, slicing shirt and flesh. "My sister knew loyalty! Until you rotten fucks showed up, kidnapping her, confusing her! Fucking brainwashing her!"

"She's the one who hired us, mate!"

"Liar!"

Tangerine earned the upper hand by flipping Ivan onto his back, dropping to his knees, and wailing his fist into the Russian's face. He kept hitting him, even when Ivan stopped moving; flesh tearing, meat flying, bones breaking, and blood spurting in every which direction.

Blood painted his face, droplets racing down to create streaks.

At the safe house, Kiwi was making tea when there came a series of distant banging from outside the flat's door. She met your worried eyes and pulled out a gun, holding a finger to her lips to indicate you to stay quiet. She checked the in-house security system, spying a few Russian Mafia members fighting through the security guards and getting closer.

"Right," she rushed, helping you off the couch, "you gotta hide and stay quiet, love, I'll handle this quickly."

"Handle what? What's going on?"

"They're here."

"A-Are we safe?"

"For now."

"Are the lads!?"

"We'll find out!" Kiwi stuffed you inside one of the closets, assuring, "No worries, I'll handle them, you just stay here. Aaron would kill me if he knew something happened to you on my watch."

You didn't even have time to register that she used his real name; finding no choice in the matter as she shut the doors, and through the slats, watched her brandish a gun. You flinched when you made out the sounds of a struggle and then several gunshots, not knowing who fired them, who was being shot at, or what was happening.

Tears of fear filled your eyes, holding your breath and just waiting with trembling appendages. You hated waiting. You hated not knowing. You hated the tension, the fear, the cultivation of stress.

When the doors ripped open, you gasped shrilly and stepped back into the wall, but calmed when you realized it was only Aaron. And then you realized - it was Aaron!

"Baby," you gasped, leaping into his embrace out of sheer relief; arms wrapping around his neck and being dampened with blood. "Oh, my God, oh, my God, you're okay - you're okay, you're really okay."

"Yeah, 's all right, love," he rushed, one arm holding your waist, the other petting the back of your head. "I'm all right, 's all right, I'm here. I've got yah, love, I'm here now. They're all dead, they're all dead, my love, we got 'em all, you're safe, it's all right. Nobody will touch you again - never again, sweetheart."

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" You sniffled, pulling back to take both his cheeks in hand and frowning, "Is this blood!?"

"Yeah," he whispered, gently taking your wrists to pull your hands down. "But it's all right, 's not mine. I'm not hurt." He didn't let you answer, rushing, "Are you all right? Hey? Not hurt?"

"No, no, Kiwi - she protected me," you nodded, sniffling. "Where is she? Is she all right!?" You suddenly panicked, but Tangerine shushed you gently.

"She's fine, love, she's safe. Not a single scratch on her. Had most of the Russians down and out by the time we got back."

"And Brian?"

"Lemon's fine," he promised softly, "just cleanin' up in the other bathroom. Which," he smirked gently, "we should probably do the same. C'mon."

You agreed, hating the sight of blood on your man. When in the shower together, you got a look of the cuts and bruises he earned that night; knowing that despite him being the reason you were attacked, he was also the man who would protect you from anything and anyone. No matter the cost.

There was nowhere you were safer.

Watching you wash his wounds in spite of your own, Tangerine realized he didn't need to ask your father for permission - he was gonna marry you. Come hell or high water, there wasn't anything or anyone - be it Edward or Ivan - that could keep him from loving you the rest of his life.

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sweetvoidstuff · 10 months ago

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Share your pain II Cha Hyun Su x Reader

Cha Hyun Su x Reader

Summary: Amidst tears and a revelation of homesickness, Hyun Su offers comfort, leading to an unexpected, comforting connection between you two in the post-apocalyptic world.

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At the quiet corner of the shelter, Hyun Su sat with Pyeon Sang-Wook and Mister An, sharing a meal and exchanging light banter about their scars. While Mister An regaled them with tales of his past, the atmosphere turned somewhat lively until you walked past, a cloud of distress hanging over you. Tears welled in your eyes, making it evident that something heavy weighed on your shoulders. Without the usual exchange of greetings or even a nod in Hyun Su's direction, you hurriedly made your way past them to an empty corner on the first floor.

Concern etched on his face, Hyun Su watched you go, his meal forgotten. Mister An, observing the situation, turned to Hyun Su and said, "Whatever you did wrong, fix it. Apologize. It's easier that way." Hyun Su, genuinely puzzled, mumbled, "I don't even know if I did anything."

Mister An sighed, making himself clear. "Well, figure it out. Your task is to help her this time." Hyun Su hesitated, unsure if intruding on your space was the right course of action. Mister An, not one to tolerate indecision, forced him to "be a man and help his lady."

As Hyun Su got up, a heavy blush on his cheeks, and began searching for you, he tried to think about what he would say. However, all his prepared words vanished when he found you quietly sobbing in one of the mostly unused rooms. Frozen in the doorway, he watched the tears fall, his heart breaking at the sight. You were normally so independent, strong, and reliable; seeing you so small and broken hurt him more than he realized.

Unable to say anything, it was you who broke the silence first. Sniffling and attempting to cover your tears, you mustered the courage to speak, though your voice wavered. "If it's not something important, just leave me alone, please."

Hyun Su, genuine concern etched on his face, took a few careful steps toward you. "Is everything okay? Are you hurt?" he asked, reaching out to comfort you.

Your response was sharp, your emotions spilling over. "Does it look like everything is fine? It's perfect!" The frustration and sadness in your voice struck Hyun Su deeply, and he felt a pang of guilt, realizing that he needed to find a way to make things right, even if he didn't understand what had gone wrong in the first place.

"I'm sorry," were his unsure words, bowing deep and hoping he could fix whatever he did. He knew he shouldn't have relied on you so heavily. You came to his aid every time he needed you. You must hate him for it, you must resent helping him. Those were his thoughts, but as you watched him puzzled and annoyed, he looked at you puzzled as well. Trying to find the right words, he expressed, "I don't know what I did, but I am sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry!"

Instead of accepting his apology, you looked downright angry now. With a growl that made him look between a mix of fear and confusion at you, you said, fighting the tears out of your voice but failing miserably, "It's not you, you dummy! You didn't do anything! I'm… fuck… I just… I miss home."

Angryly, wiping your tears away but failing, Hyun Su relieved he wasn't to reason for your distress asked quietly. „Home?“ Your anger turning into raw saddnes. Your voice a mere whisper „Yes, home“ looking at your knees that you had pressed before you, you took some deep breaths. While Hyun Su took the liberty to come even closer to you. It didnt feel right to stand over you while you cried so he sat himself next to you. Waiting for you to continue. Laying your head on your knees you looked at him debating what to say, you continued, "I am not from Seoul. Hell, I am not even from Korea. I came here to study for a while and then go back to my annoying-as-heck family, telling them about all the amazing food I had, all the friends I made," chuckling entertaining your own thoughts and studing Hyun Su's face, "describing the boy I fell in love with. Something like that. I shouldn't be here all alone, fighting, surviving a human turning into a monster end of the world scenario. I will never see them again." During the end of your speach your voice got softer. Closing your eyes, letting the sadness wash over you.

Hyun Su was at a loss for words. You were right and also so very wrong. He couldn’t entirely empathize with you. He had already lost his family. But was this worse than not knowing if they turned into a monster or if they were still alive. Not sure if this was the right thing to say or do, Hyun Su held his hand out to you. "You are wrong!"

"You think I can make it to the airport, hop into a plane, and get home?" you asked sarcastically, looking at his hand confused.

Hyun Su wiggled his hand, and a blush appeared on his face. He hadn't thought making you grip his hand would be so nerve-racking. It looked easier if you did it. After a moment of hesitation, looking between his hand and his eyes, you let go of your knees and took his hand. Looking straight ahead now because he couldn't look at you anymore out of fear of blushing too much, he quietly said, "That maybe not, but you aren't alone. I am also here."

A sob ran through your body, a whimper escaping you while a new wave of tears shook you. Hyun Su was shocked and started to panic. He wanted to make you feel better, not worse. He jumbled over his words, not knowing now what to say to make you stop crying. But soon your soft whispers reached his ear while you gripped his hand tightly. "Thank you."

Hyun Su sat beside you, still holding your hand, his gaze focused on the floor. The weight of your sorrow hung in the air, and he struggled to find the right words to offer you comfort. As your tears continued to fall, he hesitated, unsure of how to navigate the delicate balance between consoling you and respecting your pain.

Finally, after a moment of silent contemplation, Hyun Su spoke softly, "I may not fully understand what you're going through, but you're not alone in this."

Your grip on his hand tightened, appreciating the sincerity in his voice. The shelter, once filled with the distant sounds of survivors and occasional conversations, now held a quiet intimacy between the two of you. Hyun Su continued, "You're stronger than you think. And even though it might not replace what you've lost, I'm not going anywhere."

The warmth of his words began to thaw the icy grip of sadness that had taken hold of you. You glanced at him, eyes still misty but a glimmer of gratitude shining through. "Thank you, Hyun Su," you whispered, your voice carrying a mix of vulnerability and strength.

He offered a gentle smile, "No need to thank me" Hyun Su's thumb traced soothing circles on the back of your hand, a silent reassurance that he was there for you.

As the quiet moments unfolded, Hyun Su's presence became a source of solace. The weight on your shoulders seemed a bit lighter,as you laid your head on his, knowing that you weren't navigating this challenging journey alone.

After a while, Hyun Su spoke again, "So what Korean food is your favorie till now?"

A soft smile gracing your lips. The two of you sat there, hand in hand, finding solace telling Hyun Su about the nice Tteokbokki shop you had been to. The world outside the shelter may have been fraught with uncertainty, but in that moment, you took refuge in the connection you had forged with Hyun Su.

As time passed, the tears subsided, leaving a sense of calm in their wake. The atmosphere in the room shifted from one of sorrow to one of quiet companionship. Together, you faced the challenges of the post-apocalyptic world, drawing strength from the unexpected bond that had formed in the midst of hardship.

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myredrainbow · 9 months ago

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Alastor with a Alice Angel S/O

I couldn’t help myself with this idea!! It’s just aaaaa- ok I’m only doing the Alice Angel based off her as in the cartoons not the actual game & also based off Betty Boop too. Btw this is taking place in the Cannibal Colony since that’s there time period in their town is based off !!!!

This idea came from @screaminhysteria so ty!!!!! Ahhhh-

One more thing - this works perfectly time period 1920’s-1940’s. Ah yes the golden age of animation & the roaring 20’s!!

Let the historical accuracy begin!!!

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~As Alastor’s S/o you too tend to be seen in speakeasy’s or jazz clubs! Your voice beautiful & he’s radio host skills- plus so piano playing on the side.. most would say-“Golly! What a duo!”

~The first time you too met it was during one of your performances at a speakeasy, fine jazz playing and swing jamming. Walking into the room was an incredible atmosphere for him, since he loved the thrill of others.

~Singing in the center was you, others dancing at your voice. Others singing along as you sang, you were at your happiest moment ever.

~Alastor watching from his seat, staring at you. Your smile, your charm, the way you sway softly to the beat the music.

~Curiously, Alastor decided to take a shot and ask you to dance a swing with him. Breathing in sharply he made his way to the floor and towards the stage. You were about to continue singing but heard a soft-

~ “Hello! My dear, care for a dance?” You took his hand and joined him.. the rest was history!

~ As a S/o of Alastor, you are well protected from others. Especially when it comes to rowdy patrons in the speakeasy’s & Clubs, he will be secretly be scouting that Parton and “chatting” with him in a nearby dark ally ….

~ You on the other hand are very kind and giddy towards Alastor but in front of others, you make sure to let everyone know that your taken by someone special. Making sure to swat away hands from touching you while you’re singing..

~When you enter at speakeasy your always dress to perfection, the finest black attire. Sometimes you sometimes wear a beautiful deer fur scarf around the back of your arms, of course the fur from Alastor.

~Alastor loves your dressing attire, but he dose have to fend off unwanted attention from you when it comes to wearing more “flashy” attire. Most those that show a lot more skin than usual, but he tends so see you in awe starring at him when he “deals” with those who don’t understand the concept of “personal space”.

~At his radio show broadcast, he will always praise you on the radio and telling his listeners about your singing skills are beautiful. Sometimes you will receive letters from your mail of people asking you to perform at their business. With pay of course..

~Although he adores telling others of you but he dose tell his listeners that he must warn them that you are in a loving relationship and he will not tolerate those who want to interfere with your love life..

~What a gentleman!~

~ Sometimes you two will stay up late and slow dance to the radio, ( like a nice song will be “All the things you are by Dizzy Gillespie). You will be holding his hand while you have a hand on his shoulder, his grin- well unchanged but sweet. He hand on your hips & his head close to yours..

~ As an Half Angel, you do tend to view things differently from Alastor but you’d learned to be fine with it.. like for example, cannibalism. Yes you live in the Cannibal Colony but you aren’t a cannibal yourself, your just very good friends with the head of the colony, Rosie.

~She doesn’t mind the fact your aren’t cannibal but she just adores you as much as Alastor . As a friend of course!

~ Alastor is happy that you and Rosie are great friends, sometimes you too will go on outings around the town. Alastor trusts Rosie around you, even though you are half angel.

~ Alastor and you go on so many dates, at least three times a week. He’s always a gentleman, holding the door for you, pushing your chair in, complimenting you, insisting on paying for the both of you. What a man..

~ You know Husker & Niffty,- of course!. You & Niffty tend to go shopping for clothing together since you both have certain tastes in clothing, which makes the trip more enjoyable! She would give you her opinions on what outfits to wear for your performances!

~And you will tell her what shade of pink will suite her the best and occasionally have to calm her down when she see a male walking around.

~Husker has to push his manners button for you, because you are Alastor’s one & only so he doesn’t want to get hurt by him. He dose know what types of drinks you like.

~But you don’t necessarily drink a lot so he has fruity alternatives like, an strawberry lemonade, sparkling cider or a sherry temple - with extra cherries please!

~He dose like your company too, you will tell him about the bars that have a lot of gambling there and sometimes will tell him to go have fun while Alastor is in a good mood.

~You do tend to visit Alastor at his little pet project- The Hazbin Hotel, of course! You don’t want to redeem yourself but you’re supporting your love, no matter what.

~But when you meet the princess of hell, Charlie. You both question each other, another half angel half demon?. Do you know each other? But Alastor just just hummed sweetly to you, not to “worry about what you are! It will ruin your sweet charms”.

~ You would leave him lunch, usually containing deer meat and sweet honey beignets. The beignets homemade of course, since he’s from New Orleans.

~ When it comes to, killing other demons or demons selling their souls to Alastor your not bothered by it. You would most of the time just stare at the demon/sinner in quietness. But if they rubbed Alastor the wrong way, well you won’t show mercy to them either. “Please! Make him stop! I’m begging you! Sweet Angel!”

~Walking up to them, gently lifting their head up as their body- mangled.. you would smile sweetly, “ Sweet, demon.. how I pity you as an Angel. But for disturbing my Alastor.. I’m afraid you must die now..”

~And with a snap of his fingers, the demon is no more as you grin. Placing a soft peck on his cheek, his grin growing larger.

~ “ Now my dear, how bout a dance?” He cheers as he wrapped his hand around your waist, “I’d love too!”

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Aaaaaaa-! That’s the end!!! I hope you like it!! I personally love it I think it’s very cute!! Part 2 of Lucifer vs Alastor will be done by tomorrow!! And I can not wait for the last two episodes of Hazbin Hotel!!!!

~myredrainbow

#hazbin hotel #x reader #alastor #x y/n #x y/n fluff #batim #alice angel #1930s #1920s #1940s #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin hotel niffty

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tulipsforyourlips · 6 months ago

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✧˖°. i found you ✧˖°. (7)

|| the sandman x dead boy detectives ||

SUMMARY: You run the dead boys detective agency along with your two best friends. And somehow two ghosts and a living girl make it work. Until you dream one night, of dream himself.

PAIRING: dream of the endless x fem!reader

WC: 3.6K

WARNINGS: heavy angst, violence, heavy depictions of gore!! proceed only if you have the stomach for it!

PART 7 ✧˖°.

You were wrapping the take out noodles around your fork, for some minutes now. There was no space for food inside you, your guts were packed. With agonizing feelings. And the worst of them- unrequited feelings. You dropped your head on the table.

"Insult. Preposterous scandalous insult. If I could eat, I would never ever insult noodles like that." Charles entered the living room.

He sat down beside you on the floor with a sigh. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong." You titled your head in his direction, still resting it on the marble surface.

He brought his face needlessly closer. "Yeah?"

"You know mate there is this notion you have never heard of-it's called personal space and you're seriously invading it right now." You pushed his face back.

"Come on, tell me." He poked your leg with his under the table.

"Charles I," you pressed the heels of your hands against your eyes.

"I think I am in love." You brought your hands down and looked into his eyes.

"Haz you're my best friend-" Huh "-and I love you, I do but-"

"Not with you! You buffoon!" You smacked his shoulder.

His mouth formed an 'O'. "Of course I knew that," he said while massaging his shoulder. "That hurt by the way."

"Good." You threw your head on the couch behind you.

"Who is the unlucky man?"

"You don't know him."

"Wait is this the guy you keep ditching us for?"

"No-yes and I don't ditch you for him you overdramatic arse."

"Whatever. Are you sure you are in love?" He asked. "It's not just some infatuation?"

"No Charles it isn't a stupid crush. I feel my trachea physically contract when I am near him. Like someone has just seized it, leaving behind thumbprints-his thumbprints."

"I did not get a word of that."

You rolled your eyes.

"Is he hot?" He smirked.

You went over the memories of his flawless face, each detail on it so intricately stored in your mind.

"He's beautiful."

"Damn, you are fucked mate."

You were fucked.

"What's going on?" Edwin joined you both.

"Hazel is in love."

"Wha-"

"No!" You shrieked. "I think. I don't know."

"The mystery date?" Edwin pulled a chair and spun it so that his torso was against the back of it.

"Yeah."

"Haven't you known him for a month maybe?"

"It feels like an eternity," you said. "Why me?" You wailed.

"Happens to the best of us soldier." Charles patted your back.

"Does he..love you back?" Edwin inquired.

"Guys love is too strong a word! And no."

"Has he told you that?"

You narrowed your eyes at Edwin. "No." Before he could take apart your reply and divulge into its interpretations, you rebuffed, "he can't. It's not possible. It's complicated. Just that he can't. And please, can we stop talking about this. Don't you two have any better things to do than piss me off."

"No. Hazel in love is a whole new facet for me to explore."

"Say love one more time and I will skin you alive," you threatened.

"Loooooove," Charles sang.

"This is precisely why I was planning to just sulk by myself alone and swallow down my feelings. Fuck healthy coping mechanisms." You pushed the table back and began standing up when Charles pulled you down.

"You would have exploded."

"Like I am practicing sainthood right now," you fumed as you thrashed against his arms.

"So how old is he?" Edwin queried.

"You people are insufferable. Are you building a freaking facebook page for him?"

"Hey how did you know?" Charles was sniffing the bowl of noodles.

You hit him on the head. "Can you even smell it?"

"It's the effort that counts mate and stop bloody hitting me!" He yelped.

"Stop being you!"

"Guys guys stop it! Hazel how old is he?"

"Quite old," you sighed.

"Like grandpa old-"

"Ew Charles. Well," He was technically more than that.

Edwin's eyes widened. "I was aware you were into older men but?"

"Come on he can't be older than us," Charles grinned.

Yeah about that...

"What is he? Jesus?" Edwin questioned.

"Yeah mate like she just casually fell in love with a god."

Oh boy they were treading dangerously close.

As they began speculating which greek gods they would fuck, marry or kill, you felt your eyelids droop down and you succumbed to the sweet call of sleep.

You stood over the dreaming waters, a wind blowing your hair awry. You lowered your body and your fingers grazed the surface of the glittering water, causing a tremor of ripple. You felt the energy seething in the water body, intangible but somehow compellingly real. And you let it's force pull you into the unfathomable depths of the sea. The impact was cold against your mortal skin, but not as jarring as it should have been for a human. Perhaps it was practice, perhaps it was your weird abilities. Here you could even breathe underwater without flooding your lungs. A trail of light erupted inside the water, guiding you to your destinations. You slackened your muscles and allowed it to steer your body to the dream awaiting you. Like it had been for the past few days. You fell into the dream. Riveting darkness engulfed you. Something was off. A putrid smell wafted through the air which was devoid of any warmth. You opened your arms wide, trying to gain an estimation of your surroundings. Your hands braced against something. A wall? You tried to feel the coarse rugged wall with your fingers but they came away slicky. Gross.

"Hello?" You called out into the apparent void and heard your voice echo against the sickening enclosure of wherever the fuck you had stumbled onto.

The rancid odour that hung in its air did not aid in pacifying your nerves. You carefully started walking, trying to locate the dream's inhabitant and reach the end of wherever you were when a clank sounded from where your feet had accidentally kicked something. Before you could discern it, a torch shone in the far distance. A muddled sense of relief poured into your nerves.

"Is anyone there?" You called into the darkness and began approaching the source of light which was gradually making its way towards you.

As you neared the silhouette, it began taking the form of a person. Then you stopped in your tracks, the momentary relief freezing into blocks of fear. A beast of a man holding a sconce alit with fire stared at you with eyes reflecting its light along with an untamed hunger for bloodlust. And then he smiled, displaying all of his crooked yellowed teeth. You took a step back, then another and ran for your life. But luck adored you and you tripped and fell face first onto the ground. Ouch. Your tongue tasted copper as blood oozed from your lips. The left side of your face that was in direct contact with the grimy ground throbbed and you were sure you had managed to bruise that too. You lifted yourself up on your hands weight which stung with meek cuts. The man's footsteps grew louder. And as they did, the light of the raving fire fell on the object you had first hit your leg against and now tripped on. A corpse, multiple corpses, half of them dwindled down to a revolting cluster of skeletons while the other half were decaying their way towards their comrades littered around your own breathing body which could soon add to the pile. Could you die in dreams? You could definitely get hurt. Oh my god you could definitely die. You wanted to empty your guts. Instead you ran. How were you in a nightmare and whose bloody conscious were you in? Who dreamt of walls slick with blood and cannibals or whichever friendly profession the guy practiced roaming within them?

"Dream," your voice pleaded as you exhausted your lungs' limits. You spared a glance back, he was still pursuing you. "Dream! Help me!"

No answer.

He couldn't hear you. You knew that. You had tried it the second time you had entered someone else's dream- cursing and taunting him as a healthy way to vent your anger at your failed attempts. You had to escape this place. But how? The only way you knew was the opening of a portal after the dream had bent to your will. And there was no way you could get that despising man to trust you. Your legs ached but the nearing shadow on the ground had you disregard it. A portal appeared out of nowhere in front of you and the inertia of your run had you dive straight into it. Pitch black swallowed you again, this time absent of the smell of rotten corpses as you plummeted, to your death. No, not your death. You landed on stable ground in pure darkness. And a light bulb switched on. A mob of zombies were circled around you. Sharp acute fear sliced through your insides. Then the light fused out. Pitch black. When it switched on again, the bloodthirsty creatures were impossibly near you. Shabby vile hands wrapped around your throat. Another pair around your forearm. And another. The army of zombies was on you, nails digging into your flesh, drawing blood.

"Dream please," you futilely begged.

No answer.

Just as your mind was supplying you with images of the dead boy detectives at your tombstone, a portal opened underneath you and gravity pulled you down yet again. Your feet slammed against a polished floor. You found yourself in a diner. Nobody seemed to take in your pathetic presence as you stood studying the scenes playing in front of you. A waitress named Jenny took a happy couple's order. A young man dressed up for a job interview sat on the counter. A woman was calling up her girlfriend after a nasty fight. In the kitchen someone chopped up tomatoes. An odd man sat in a booth in a corner, observing the people all around with an unsettling glint in his eye. A red glow illuminated his face which seemed to come from an object clutched in his hand. Conversations played out everywhere. The scenes segued into the next seamlessly. Something about this figment felt less a dream and more like a memory. But that did nothing to melt the blocks of fear still floating around in your blood, given the fiery streak of nightmares you were on. It's as if you were witnessing the worst of humanity. Your skin bore bleeding gashes as proof. You watched the now mismatched couples make out with each other. And when you blinked, you were alone. It was as though the people had vaporized into thin air. Apprehension tingled your spine. Three people flickered into existence to your right like the lights flickering overhead. The job interviewee was huddled over the CEO's husband. He pulled away a little and a gasp of horror left your mouth. A gaping slash decorated his neck as blood streamed from it, seeping into his clothes and onto the floor. Bile arose in your throat.

"What did you do?" The wife squeaked.

"I didn't mean to-" The young man started explaining when he dissolved into nothingness like the rest.

You wanted to get out of here. What kind of fucked up memory was this?

Two figures materialized in the back, in the kitchen. The waitress was burning papers into a fire while the chopping guy from before was cutting up more vegetables. You warily approached the window segregating the customer side and you wished you hadn't. It wasn't just papers the woman was burning but her own hands and you fought the urge to scream at the charred skin of the woman which was peeling off her hands, exposing the tissues and bones inside. Her friend wasn't bringing his knife down on tomatoes but with a grimace, you saw on his own fingers. Blood spluttered onto the chopping board, a few droplets etching on his face. You grabbed the counter behind you as you shivered due to the gruesome sight you had just experienced. You grinded your teeth in order to not throw up right there and then. In the next second, they were both gone. You revolved your head around, scanning for any sort of escape from the ceaseless series of nightmares you had locked yourself in. You started towards the door, when Jenny appeared in your way with two screwdrivers in her hand. And to your utter harrowing horror, thrusted their spiky ends into her eyes. Your stomach unfurled into a sickening frenzy that gripped every organ of your being and you shuddered. You closed your eyes. Tears slid down your face, mixing the taste of copper and seawater on your tongue. Everything hurt.

"Dream I want to get out," you croaked to yourself, fingers trembling.

No answer.

When you opened them again, all the individuals from before were leering at you. Drenched in blood- gushing out of necks, dripping down from hammered and sliced hands, accompanied by bloodied slits for eyes.

"Dream please, I need you," you whispered, tears falling down in a torrent.

Blood splattered everywhere as they made their way to you. The door was just behind you. But you were frozen in your spot, dread weighing your body down. They spread around, closing in from every direction. You took a step back and your back collided with something solid. You closed your eyelids, waiting to be impaled on a knife or a screwdriver when a familiar hand draped around your waist.

"I got you," Dream's sweet voice said in your ears.

And in a heartbeat, the horrendous scene was replaced by his throne room. He released his hold on you and without his hands keeping you upright, your knees buckled and you fell to the floor.

Bottling down any sob that could dare leak through, you asked, blinking away tears, "what happened back there?"

"You accidentally ventured into the worst the Dreaming has to offer," he explained while scrutinizing your injuries.

"I did not venture Dream. I got sucked into it," you bit out.

The Endless lowered himself to where you were crouched on the floor. You must be looking a complete and hapless fiasco, lips and skin torn, blood desecrating your features, incongruous in the Dreaming castle.

"Hazel I never thought those could even be accessible to you. Some nightmares yes, but none that terrorizing. Something must have-"

"You knew?" You looked up at him. "You knew that I could stumble into a nightmare any of the days you sent me there?"

"It-it never happened before, with Hope-"

"I am not Hope!" you snapped. "I almost died Dream, more than once." Your voice shook involuntarily.

"I wouldn't have let you," he said firmly. "I heard you."

He did? All the names you had called him and the jokes you had made of his 'conceited arse' passed through your mind. But the spur of embarrassment mellowed down as rage took its hold back on you.

His fingers skimmed across the underside of your eye where a scar was engraving into it.

"Don't touch me." You swatted his hand away.

A momentary hurt flashed in his eyes.

"Oh please like I am not doing you a favour. You act as if my touch burns you." You tried to get up but a swell of dizziness swept over you and you would have fallen again if Dream hadn't caught you against him. And as quickly, he let go of his hands.

"You promised,"

Dream flinched at your words.

"You promised it would be fine. Nothing about that was fine."

Dream went still. You turned back, away from the glass panes. The crystal colours reminded you of the apron Jenny was wearing and the image of the waitress jabbing the metal ends into her eyes, surfaced from wherever it had been imprinted in your mind for the remainder of your life.

"I can't do this anymore Dream. I am sorry."

A yank pulled you out of your sleep and your eyes fluttered open in the waking world. Every muscle in your anatomy was sore.

"Come on you tosser up!" Charles barged into your room.

You dragged your sheets over your head, shielding your sorry state from his gaze.

"Get up mate!" He whined. "I come as a bearer of absolutely brills news. We have, drumroll please," he rapped his hands on the bedstand, "another sea monster creating havoc!"

"I am not feeling really well today. I don't think I will be able to accompany you," you said from under your covers and Charles groped them, about to toss them aside.

"Bugger off! It could be a nasty infection, you will catch it."

"Ghost's don't get sick idiot."

"Charles please I am a mess right now, go without me," you pleaded.

"Ugh fine. Rot in bed for all I care." And he went away.

So you proceeded to rot in bed all day, staring at the wall, regretting your existence, you know, the usual. After a while, as the sun became dimmer, you got out of your bed with grueling effort, scrambled on a hoodie to conceal your bruised face and body incase the boys got back and went to the study. You began combing through thick volumes of parasite trivia to distract your mind from replaying the events of last night. Even the knowledge of your confrontation with Dream sparked a pain that hurt more than any physical wounds on your self. You browsed through the shelves and your fingers hovered over a book that peeked your interest. You pulled it out and immediately dropped it onto the floor at the swooshing sound from the mirror.

"Fuck, you scared me," you told a reappeared Edwin.

"I had no intention to," he apologized. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," you lied.

Charles was next through the mirror.

"How was the case?"

"Ugly," he said. "Did you know about the night nurse?" He scrunched his face.

"The what?" Your bafflement was genuine.

"She's this transcendental being working in some afterlife department locating missing boys-missing dead boys and allotting them their fixed places in the afterlife," Edwin spoke up.

"Yeah she's a bitch basically. Tried to separate Edwin and me here." He put up his hands in disbelief. "The gall. She can try." He balled up his fist into a punch. "I won't let her take you back to hell," he told Edwin.

Edwin smiled softly and squeezed his hand. "I know Charles."

"This doesn't make sense. Death isn't even after you," you blurted out and realized your mistake.

"What do you mean?" Both their ears perked up.

"I don't think that she is." You moved away from them and secured the hood around your head. You kept the study barely lit for the aesthetics and you applauded yourself for that whimsy decision.

"Well believe it or not the world doesn't adjust itself to what Hazel thinks and what Hazel feels," Charles blabbered.

Except it did.

"Yeah, I know. I am going to bed, see you later." You picked up the book you had dropped earlier and walked away.

"You sleep more than a corpse these days you know?"

You stopped in the doorway as the skeletons and remains of people from one of the nightmares entered your vision, a fate you were about to join.

"That isn't funny," you deadpanned as you turned around.

"Dude chill it was a joke. Why so serious? Trouble with your boyfriend?" He snickered.

"Everything is not a bloody joke Charles!" You hurled your book at him and he ducked just in time from having a permanent dent on his head.

"What the fuck mate?"

"Hazel," Edwin chastised.

You pressed your fingers against your temples. "I am sorry."

You rushed out of the study, mad at everyone and yourself. Footsteps followed behind.

"Edwin please don't."

You winced as he grabbed your forearm. He noticed your reaction and pulled your sleeve up. You jerked free from his grip but he had already seen the claw marks carved in your skin.

"What was that?"

You shied away from his inspecting glare. He warily approached you, afraid he might set you off again. But as you retreated back, your hood fell back and light illuminated your battered face.

Edwin sucked in a breath. "What the fuck happened to your face?" His voice was upsettingly calm. You had never heard him curse once in the 4 years you had known him.

He clenched his teeth when you didn't respond. "Hazel, I asked you a question."

"I tripped." That was partially true.

"You tripped?" He asked incredulously. "What is happening to you?"

"Everything is fine Edwin! Absolutely brilliant. There is nothing you need to worry about."

"How can we not?" He cried. "We care for you!" He brought his voice down several octaves. "We want to help you."

"You can't okay!" You yelled at him.

"Let us try." His eyes were locked on yours. "Please."

Your eyes grew watery. You plopped down on the couch near you. Edwin sat himself next to you.

"What is going on Hazel?" He gently probed.

You pursed your lips to stop yourself from crying. "Nothing." You shook your head.

"Come here."

He put his arm around you and at the touch, the dam of your emotions busted open and you crumbled into his embrace, soiling his shirt with your tears. He stroked your hair as you sobbed into his chest, emptying all of the pent up frustration and hurt and loss until you were numb, incapable of feeling anything. Oh Dream, what are you doing to me?

SERIES MASTERLIST ✧˖°.

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chrissdollie · 9 months ago

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a/n: in honor of my bday today (20 years :,)) !! i hope u guys enjoy wc: 651

"matt, turn off the lights!" chris hisses, whispering. all of your friends stood in your kitchen, getting ready to surprise you on your birthday. pink decorations and balloons are all around the house for your special day. nate, standing next to chris, giggled. "ooou, chris we can't, your girlfriend's coming" he teases jokingly

"shh, shut up!!" nick covers his mouth with his finger. you unlock the front door, coming home from errands, unsuspecting of the crowd in your home. as soon as you step inside, your friends jump up in unison. "surprise!!" they shout, cheering.

you stand still for a moment, your mouth slightly open. chris practically sprints over to where you're standing, grabbing the bags from your hands (after giving you a kiss on your cheek, of course).

"thank youu!" you smile toothily, although slightly regretting your choice of clothing. you were wearing a brown fresh love hoodie and jeans, hardly any jewelry on.

you walk in, closing the door. you greet everyone kindly, giving kisses and hugs as you receive happy birthday wishes and presents. you look at the counter, seeing a hello kitty cake all pretty and decorated just for you. you gasp quietly.

nick hugs you from behind, "mom baked it for you. it's red velvet." you turn around, squeezing him back. matt comes over, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and presses a kiss into your hair.

"can we have cake now?" you giggle once nate immediately nodded, agreeing with you. everyone comes together as you stand behind the counter, behind your adorable cake. chris grabs a lighter, igniting the candles.

"happy birth-" they began, but you cut them off quickly. "wait, don't record! i need to fix my hair." you turn around as people put their phones down and chuckle, letting you do your thing.

after they successfully sang happy birthday, you waved your hands over for your boyfriend to take a picture with you first. he happily obliges like a lovesick puppy and stands at your side, an arm around your waist as nick holds his phone for a picture.

but before the picture is captured, he swipes a bit of buttercream frosting with his finger and boops it on your nose. you scrunch your nose, laughing as nick took the photo with you looking into chris' eyes.

"my turn!" nick slams the phone down onto the table and runs next to you. after the photos were taken, you grabbed a kitchen knife and sliced the first piece of cake. "it looks so good." you gush.

you hand out slices to your friends, while chatting to them joyfully. once mostly everyone had finished, chris stood up off the chair he was sat on and ushered you (in larray's deaf blind mute vid with the triplets, at 16:30 when chris and larray are telling matt to call nick a sissy) towards a big box with holes at the bottom.

"oo" you walk over, confused on what to do since there was no way to unwrap it. "pick it up from the bottom." matt tells you, recording on his phone. you do so and gasp loudly "oh my goshhh, shut up!!!"

an adorable brown puppy sits under the box, looking up at you with big, gorgeous eyes. she has a plain pink collar already wrapped around her neck. you cover your mouth with your hand while the other pets her soft fur.

"do you like it?" chris asks, awaiting your response. "yes!! thank you!" you grin, picking the puppy up into your hands and cuddling her sweetly. you rise up and kiss chris softly. "i love you, thank you so much." you pouted slightly, feeling incredibly happy. "love you more, baby." he smiled brightly.

"eugh, your lips are chapped." nick icked, while pointing at chris who rolls his eyes, annoyed. "you should use Space Camp." he pulls a watermelon flavored lip balm out his pocket.

what should the puppy's name be?? lmk! also sorry for crappy ending </3

#chris sturniolo #reader #chris sturniolo x reader #chris x you #chris x reader #chris fluff #chris #christopher sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #birthday #birthday fic #𐔌　♡ 　˚₊ chris sturniolo　₊˚ ⊹

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years ago

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Enid x reader - just one date

Can u do a enid x addems gn reader the reader is like gomez and is desires love and follows enid like a puppy just begging for a chance and enid is not having it at first but then slowly falls for the reader idk I'm sorry im not good at these - Anon💜

You’d gone to Nevermore before your twin sister had, so of course you’d known Enid for longer.

Hearing Wednesday was making her appearance, you found yourself looking forward to seeing the isolated teen once more.

Standing in front of your mirror, you smoothed down your shirt, and started to do up your tie as there was a knock on your door and it burst open.

Seeing the werewolf wondering in like she owned the place, you smiled softly to yourself and went back to looking at the mirror.

“Hello mia cara.” You spoke softly.

“Stop calling me that. Is it true your sister is coming to nevermore?”

“Yes. She is not to be messed with Enid, my sister… she’s different…”

“I can’t wait!” She squealed.

With that she ran out and you sighed, grabbing your blazer you walked out after her.

“So Enid, the fair is this month. Care to join me?”

“Not happening!” She sang.

With that she ran away from you and you smirked a little to yourself.

She kept rejecting you, but you weren’t going to stop until that girl was yours. You loved her, and much like your father you wouldn’t be going without a fight.

You didn’t see Wednesday when she first arrived, you wanted to give her space, so you stayed in your room studying.

The door was thrown open and you looked up from your book.

“Sister, it is polite to knock.”

“You haven’t attempted to kill me yet. Why?”

“Is it so wrong to want you to settle in first?”

“Yes.”

You hummed and snapped your fingers, just as you did an axe fell from the ceiling, just barely missing Wednesday.

She could feel the breeze as it rushed past and slammed into the floor.

“How sad, you failed once again.”

“Perfectly placed in fact.”

Wednesday ducked as an arrow rushed by this time, and she watched as you spun around in your chair, giving her a lazy smile.

“Good to see you Wednesday.”

“How horrid it is we’re together again.”

You smiled at your sister, knowing that was her way of her saying she missed you.

“What can I do for you anyways?”

“My room looks like a rainbow vomited all over it, come take it down.”

“Enid?” You asked.

You got up and tossed a hoodie on, following your sister as she led you to her new dorm room.

“Yes, you know her?”

“I do. She’s going to be my girlfriend one day.”

“Disgusting.”

You laughed at her, and held a one sided conversation as you helped her take down most of the rainbow stickers before leaving.

Wednesday had to watch as you tried time and tie again to flirt with the werewolf to no avail.

Sitting in the quad, you looked over at the girl talking to some of the other werewolves.

“Staring at her isn’t going to achieve anything.”

“I’m aware.”

Enid started to walk someone and you followed her, walking in step with her with a huge smile on your face.

“Come on, just one date Enid, that’s all I’m asking for.”

“Not happening, I don’t want to be part of your strange gothic family.” She chuckled.

You walked in front of her, taking her hand in yours as you brought it to your lips, pressing a tender kiss to her knuckles.

“You wouldn’t have to, you can wear all the beautiful Color’s you want my love, anything, have anything. And anyone who tries to change you will have a swift and painful death.”

Enid looked into your eyes, you soft smile.

Coming from anyone else it wouldn’t sounded wrong, evil almost.

But coming from you it sounded like a promise, as if you were telling her even if you weren’t a couple you’d still do anything for her.

Enid didn’t take her hand from yours and you took that as a good sign.

“A woman is to be respected and loved, and I am not one to change who you are. In fact, that’s one of the reasons I love you.”

Letting her hand drop to her side, you leant forward and kissed her cheek, pulling a bright pink rose out of nowhere as you held it out to her.

“Think about it dear, and I will wait for you. I will be in the quad as always tonight if you wish to have a little adventure.”

You took a step back and straightened your uniform.

“I will wait forever for you my darling.”

With that, you offered her a little bow, a huge grin and you walked away.

Enid felt butterflies watching you brush off every girl that tried to hit on you on your way past.

You just ignored them, and something about that clicked something in her. You weren’t interested in anyone else, only her.

She wasn’t going to have to worry about you having eyes for anyone else, leaving her for anyone else, treating her horribly.

She’s seen how your parents treated each other, they were madly in love, and she could tell you were just like your dad.

You were loyal, loving, sweet.

Even if she couldn’t transform you’d love her.

Enid looked to the rose you gave her and she rushed away.

You were sat in the quad by the fountain, arm under your head as you stared up at the stars, but the sound of someone approaching made you sit up.

Looking to where the sound was coming from, you smiled.

“My love, you came…” you breathed.

“One date, that’s all.”

You rushed over, bringing her knuckles to your lips as you kissed them gently before peering into her eyes.

“Of course, anything you want you shall have. Come, I know the perfect place.”

You held your arm out for her and didn’t move until she looped her arm with your.

It felt right, and Enid knew she’d found her destined mate, even if it was the twin of the dreaded Wednesday

#wednesday x y/n #wednesday #Wednesday x reader #Wednesday imagine #netflix wednesday #Enid sinclair #Enid sinclair x reader #Enid sinclair x you #Enid sinclair imagine

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starleska · 6 months ago

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Hi. You don’t know me (lie) could you write a drabble about Maestro coercing you to sing Phantom of the Opera style, you know the “you’re all mine” kind of thing

ohhhh yes of course i can 😉 i have never seen Phantom of the Opera, so i am substituting it for Poor Unfortunate Souls in The Little Mermaid 😂💖 this is suggestive! content warnings for invasion of personal space, being tied up, and threats 😉

Open Wide - Maestro x Reader 🎶💖

"The time to sing is now, darling—and I won't take NO for an answer!" Thick musical staffs made living encased your body, mummifying you and compressing your ribcage to the point of pain. Helpless, you'd dangled for hours and screamed 'til your throat turned raw. But such sounds were appetisers to an entity like Maestro: a monster in a conductor's gown, with a face beat for a god.

"But I can't..." you whimpered. "But I CAN'T~!" Maestro wheedled back in an exaggerated mockery of your voice. "Don't lie to me, sweetie. I can see all that delicious music of yours...it's all knotted up inside you, juuuuust here!" Maestro tapped your chest with the tip of their baton, and a cruel smirk graced their flawless lips. "Such...delicate songs," they whispered. "Almost as fragile as the body they were made in. Far too breakable for me to extract...so we're doing this the old-fashioned way." Maestro's voice lilted and purred like the ocean caressing a wayward ship, and with the same amount of danger. Their register waxed and waned between high and low, sharp and dull, girlish and masc, in a dizzying concord which made heat bloom in your cheeks. Up close, you found it difficult to focus on Maestro at all. It's as if the gorgeous ginger bombshell speaking those words was but a lure on an anglerfish, and the real Maestro sat contained within that honey-nectar voice. Your resolve weakened. Distantly, you heard Maestro laugh in a raucous way: the drunken laugh of tavern songs. The next time you blinked, Maestro loomed in front of you, their eyes heavy-lidded and their lips all plush and coy. "Why don't you open that pretty little mouth for me, sugar~?" Maestro didn't give you time to reply. They shoved their exquisitely manicured nails into the crevices of your cheeks and pried apart your lips, like they wanted to crawl down your throat. You gasped and tried to kick back, but Maestro was too quick for you: another musical staff lashed out like a whip and bound you at the knees.

"NO!"

The violence of Maestro's yell mere inches from your face made you cringe. Your whole body tensed, then slackened. Shuddering breaths left your open mouth as Maestro's thumb slipped inside and pressed down against your tongue. You stared into their wide, wild eyes, and saw a madness within Maestro which no song could ever contain. "Try that again, and I promise you, I will drain you dry of everything that makes you human. Understood?" Your heart hammered in your throat. Saliva gathered around the intruding digit in your mouth, and you fought every impulse to close your lips around it. Horrified, you nodded. "Now." Maestro's voice teetered with rage. "Say aaaaaa." "Aaa-aaaa-aaaaah~!" And you sang. Somehow, the most stunning melody poured from your previously untalented mouth. Maestro slipped their index and middle fingers past your lips and began massaging your tongue whilst tapping their nails against your teeth. With each slight manipulation of your mouth, Maestro altered the pitch, cadence, and beauty of your voice. It was the most wonderful thing you'd ever heard. You felt like you might pass out. How were you capable of singing like this?! "Mmm~," Maestro murmured approvingly. "There we go. That wasn't so tough, was it, babycakes~? I don't know how you could be so shy with such an...irresistible voice..." Maestro's staffs squeezed you on irresistible, and a full-body shudder wracked your insides, sending a tremor through your still-singing mouth. Hunger flashed in Maestro's eyes, and a wolfish grin cracked the symmetry of their lipstick. "I wonder what you taste like~?"

#god THANK YOU FOR THIS i loooove Maestro and they are so much fun to write 🙈💖#maestro x reader #maestro #doctor who #doctor who spoilers #maestro x you #the devil's chord #dw #jinkx monsoon #starleskawrites #long post #suggestive #starleskasks

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Growing into the Job, Post 353: That was Then, This is Now, p5

Melissa was crouched down alongside me, excited about giving me this virtual tour of the new office spaces using her laptop. She was positively beaming, and her size made me feel like a child with his pretty teacher as I sat like a kid at my oversized desk that Monday morning. I’d normally struggle with keeping my eyes from drifting down into the neckline of her low-cut white dress, but I was rapt in awe, and more than a little apprehension as I stared at the screen. I struggled to grasp at the sheer scale and enormity of this thing. I hadn’t seen anything about this before, believe it or not. The girls hadn’t let me even step foot on the construction site for the past few weeks - ‘it’s a surprise!’ they’d said, but I suspect there was more to it than that - so all I’d seen were the early blueprints before things really got started. Even those were ridiculously extravagant, and impossibly adventurous, but this…this looked even more incredible. Did she say it was almost finished??

She'd just shown me the interactive, digital replica with the soaring, Roman-temple inspired atrium with its jaw-droppingly huge statue of M-…of, uh, ‘Female Health’ towering over a new, opulently modern reception desk. The glass ceiling left the whole space awash with sunlight. Then she showed me the humble new entrance to our old practice here. It was left virtually unchanged as if they had simply built around it. Melissa assured me that this was so things would stay nice and familiar for my geriatric patients, but I couldn't help but notice how small it looked. It was completely dwarfed by the grand entrances and size of whatever the hell was going to be going on in those two new wings of the building.

Turning the camera around, Melissa ‘walked’ us by the desk and over to face the entrance to the ‘Evolution Wing’. She explained to me that this area of the walkthrough wasn’t populated with imagery yet, so its onscreen doors remained locked.

Huh. Apparently that area would be for continuing pharm studies, etc. I guess I wasn’t clear on why they need a whole wing for that, but whatever. How much research did they really need us for? Well, it’s their money. Theirs…and my ex-wife Sheryl’s. Who, with her enormous wealth, technically owned this entire building.

Speaking of which, how this whole thing got funded was beyond me; this company’s pockets seemed limitless. But, I reminded myself, I’d decided to stop worrying about it weeks ago. There’s nothing wrong with growing the practice, is there? Growth is good, bigger is better…

I suddenly noticed my eyes had, as if on instinct, finally drifted down Melissa’s top.

“Let’s check out the ‘Women’s Health’ wing!” she sang, bringing my attention back to the screen. Our camera made its way towards the rear of the atrium, under the imposing presence of the giant statue, and into a well-lit suite of separate clinics. Each one had their own separate entrance from the main wing. Down this impressive hallway I saw signs for ‘Internal Medicine’, a ‘Fertility Clinic’, even an ‘Aesthetics Center’, where Melissa told me Karen, the new APRN, would run a squad of cosmetic nurses and plastic surgeons. And… “We’ll have an ‘Adolescent Care’ department’?” I asked, baffled at the scope of what this place was soon to be.

“Sure yes of course!” Melissa lauded, excited, “Even the youngest women will need a place to come where they can be encouraged to, like, grow into everything they can be!” She sounded like she was reciting something that had been told to her, for sure, but whatever it was it was clearly something she believed.

“But, pediatrics?” I pressed, incredulously. Frankly, I was afraid of how far away things were getting from geriatrics, the specialty of my practice. Far Horizons was drifting, and soon I was going to lose even more of the little control that I still had..

“Oh, you’ll see, this won’t be just kiddies and boo-boos,” Melissa continued, “this’ll be where girls are taught and trained and, like, developed into what this new, changing world is going to need. Strong and confident female leaders, scientists and athletes, young women that can take care of things. It's important that they become healthy, empowered women who can lead us into the future.” Again, it sounded like a marketing angle, but one that had obviously already worked.

The camera passed through the doors into the ‘Adolescent Care’ unit, and I was shown a small, but beautiful new waiting room, a modest gym, and several well-appointed, modernly elegant exam rooms. Further in I spotted a procedure room along with what looked like several offices for new providers. This was obviously concerning, but before I could really think about it my attention was pulled away by something in the air, away from the screen and settling, once again, down into Melissa’s cleavage. Her big lungs swelled her breasts up with every breath, and a new wave of perfume had drifted up from her flawless, velvety skin. Breathing her in felt…good. It helped me relax and forget my worries.

Melissa was, no doubt, enthusiastic from the start to show me this virtual tour, and she seemed to be getting more and more excited as we went along. I could tell she really wanted to show me something, but all I could think was: You smell really good.

“Thank you,” she said, and continued talking. “But speaking of what the new world’s going to need, let me show you this!” she twittered, quickly now backing the camera out and away from the adolescent unit. A new door came into view, further down the main hallway of the new wing. “We even have a small clinic for men, too, a little place for them inside us,” she said, “And here it is!”

I squinted at the door, not really comprehending what I was reading on the small sign aside it.

“‘R-regression Clinic’??” I asked, my radar suddenly up, “What’s that?”

“Oh, Jay, I can’t wait!” Melissa beamed, bouncing a bit on her haunches and sending new jiggles through her upper chest, “Haven’t you heard? It’s the newest thing, a new movement in therapy to help couples really bond, get them closer, open up, like, new pathways of communication, break down barriers.” Our camera stepped right up to the doorway but Melissa stopped us there. “Katerina and Shanette have done such a good job setting it up. The counseling rooms and procedure areas are really nice but, y’know what?” she continued, smiling with giddy anticipation, “I'm going to save showing those to you ‘til we can do it in person. I already booked an appointment for us!”

She what??

“In fact, we can save the rest of the clinics for when I show them to you for real,” she said, “In the meantime, why don't we check out the basement.”

“The basement?” Couldn’t be too much down there, right? At the time the basement of the building had been used for some storage.

“Yeah, it’s incredible what they’ve been able to do. Expanding it I mean. You must have heard the blasting, all hours of the night? They’ve added in two…or, wait, is it three?…new sub-basements. Like whole new floors.”

I watched as the camera quickly sped down a hall and up to an elevator. Even in this mock-up walkthrough, we had to wait a moment for the elevator in the hall to bring us down to another floor. Whoever designed this must have been a real stickler for details I thought as we waited for the doors. Melissa, I noticed, could barely keep herself still. When the doors finally slid open and we stepped in, she took us down past the first basement levels down to the very bottom before mentioning that the virtual walkthrough didn’t have images for the pool yet.

“Wait…There’s a pool?!?” I asked, in disbelief.

“Yes, of course silly,” she giggled, “on the first basement level. I’ve told you about that! You’re so cute, so scatterbrained. I love that! But, yes - pool! For trainings and exercise, and there’s a nice hot tub that I think the Regression Clinic is going to use until theirs is finished."

I felt a chill rise up my spine as I thought about the last time I was in a pool.

"Don't worry, sweetie, you’ll be safe,” she assured me, “Men aren't even allowed onto that level unless there’s a lifeguard on duty. That reminds me - we have to hire a lifeguard!” Melissa giggled, maybe picturing exactly what I was, a hot young thing in a red swimsuit. “Now, The other levels aren’t for patients, it’s like cubicles and computers and stuff, and they’re supposed to be for girls-eyes only. But I’ll show you the bottom one anyway. It’s so cool!”

“What’s down there?” I queried, as the elevator hit the bottom floor and the virtual doors slid open.

“So far it’s a place for the construction workers, a whole floor,” she began. In front of us was a big, simple, starkly lit room that looked like something of a community space, a common area with large tables and benches. Like what someone might see in a school or church basement. Or a prison.

“A lot of them…well, all of them really…have stopped going home at night. Like, when their shifts are done they just keep working. They’ve just started camping out among all the construction when they need to sleep, and just wake up to work. They feel better here than they do…out there.” Along with the weirdness of what she was describing, Melissa giggled strangely. “I guess they just like it here so much! Even the ones with homes still would rather stay here now.”

“For real?” I asked, incredulously, but suddenly I was reminded of the queasy feelings I got when I stepped outside for too long, and a looming sense of dread began to slowly creep over me. There was something terrifyingly wrong about all of this, but at that same time it was all darkly thrilling. I watched the screen as the camera slowly came out of the elevator into the big, open common room. Unlike the upper level, the ceilings here were low, and though the area was likely the footprint of a small gymnasium, it felt strangely claustrophobic.

“Yeah. But, the construction’s almost done,” she continued, as we drifted in among the plain plastic chairs around a simple round table, “and some of them are homeless now, and the rest don’t want to leave. So, we decided to make a place for them, and any other men we hire. If they need a place to stay."

That surprised me. “Hiring men?”

“Oh, for sure! I mean, we’ve been interviewing and hiring for so many new positions. Girls, of course, for the clinics, the administration and blah blah. But Evolution wants to do some community outreach, help out the less fortunate,” Melissa continued, “So many men are unemployed now, and we figure we can use them for maintenance, cleaning, laundry, landscaping, right? Maybe even some basic data entry in one of the lower levels.”

“I…I guess?” I answered, still disbelieving what I was seeing and hearing.

“…and some of these construction workers are pretty cute,” she giggled, as the camera brought us to one of several doorways at the back of the room, “the girls kinda want to keep them.” This entry led to a low hallway off of which came a number of hostel-type rooms. Each room had multiple iron bunk beds, allowing each to sleep a dozen, maybe more. “Just look at these cages I’ve made for them…”

“C-cages?” I blurted, suddenly noticing now that, yes, the doors to the rooms were barred, like a jail’s might be.

“Well, haha, not cages!” she quickly corrected, “We just…want it to be secure, and safe, right? If there’ll be men living here, underground, we don't want them getting into trouble do we?”

“O-okay…” I hesitated, trying to come to the logic of it all.

“They're more like living areas…” she added.

…than, like… some sort of pen? Yikes. But… there was some charity in it I guess. If these men were homeless, and without work, weren't we just doing them a favor? They seemed to like it here.

The camera looked further down the dark hallway. There were lots and lots of these rooms. “How many of these people will be living down here?”

“Well, right now we think there’s about twenty surviv-…A-about twenty of them. Plus we have plans to bring in about a dozen right away.” she answered, a strange tilt to her voice, some heavier breathing as she turned the camera around to go back to the common area, “But we have plenty of room for a lot more once we need it.” She was excited for this, for sure, and trying to hide it.

“It…it looks nice,” I tried, just imagining what the real thing would look like in person as I did and doing my best to ignore the lingering sense of foreboding, which continued to breath chills onto the back of my neck. Something about this wasn't quite right.

“It will be pretty nice for them,” Melissa continued, as she breezed the camera past what looked like a small cafeteria. “It’ll be our own little far-...our own little community of men. We’ve included a few more feeding areas, back that way, all sorts of…uh, like, games and places for them to explore and hang out when they’re not working.” The camera was sailing through a labyrinth of smaller spaces, now, little halls. A room of video games. “They seem to like looking at pictures but they won’t have phones or computers…”

Because they can’t afford them? Or because you won’t permit it? I didn’t dare ask.

“...and haha we noticed that now that we have the statue up in the atrium, they spend a lot of their free time at night hanging around, sometimes even kneeling in front of it,” she explained, “but we can’t have that anymore so haha we made a little room with a smaller version of the statue that they can go to.”

“Another statue of you?!?” I asked, totally flabbergasted at what I was seeing. The camera had glanced into a small, dark chamber, lit by flickering, computer-generated candles. Indeed a smaller, maybe eight-foot tall copy of ‘Female Health’, stood inside. Made of a similar white stone amalgam perhaps, this one was placed in more heroic of a pose. It stood on a raised platform at the far end of the room, to look down at its admirers. “For them to….what??” Jerk off to you?!? “Down here?!”

“Remember, it’s not me!” Melissa giggled, as the camera backed out of the room, “You don’t have to be jealous!”

Is that a sign above the door? They call that ‘The Chapel’ ?!?

I looked to my right, to Melissa, still squatting aside me. If I hadn’t noticed it before, I did now. Her dress today was toga-inspired, for sure. She looked like a Roman goddess, unsettlingly too much like the statue even now, here.

“And, don’t worry, I’ll make sure they behave,” she continued, as our point of view on-screen shifted, “I have cameras everywhere, so I can watch over them. I'll make sure they’re nice and safe.”

…and not doing anything you don’t allow, I gather?

“Okay well speaking of staying safe, I can’t wait to show you where you’ll be living!” Melissa said ebulliently. She was moving the camera around a bit through the men’s chambers again, and I was suddenly afraid that she’d had a cell set aside for me down there, in the depths. “But the upstairs isn’t done yet. We’re still working on finishing the design and moving the walls around. Especially the third floor.”

“I’ll be u-upstairs?” I asked, feeling a sense of immediate relief. Had I known I’d be moving?

And the building has three floors now?

She sensed the change in my voice and giggled. “Yes of course, silly! You’ll be living upstairs, cutie, with me and the girls,” she said, as she moved to click a few keys and the animation of the virtual walkthrough closed off her screen. “There’s a big suite planned for me, and you’ll have your own ca-...your own little room inside it.” Crouching alongside me, she shifted a bit. “It’ll be so nice, when…when I can take you back to my new nest, I can make it all so comfy for you,” she said, and I heard the first hint of the throaty growl that signaled her arousal. “We’ll move all your stuff in, or just get rid of it all,” she said, making herself even more excited with the thought of it, “I’m going to have everything you need, get you anything you want. Mmmm….rrrrr….”

Oh…oh crap…

Jesus I was getting so hard.

“Oooo just the thought of it is getting me all kinky haha,” she laughed, “Mama’ll take good care of youuu….”

Oh god.

I saw Melissa glance up at the camera, which Gianna had been using earlier in our video chat and had since stood forgotten attached to my desktop’s monitor. She’d clicked off power to the screen, but the camera’s red light still blinked. Melissa smirked.

“Mama and her girls, her huge, huge hive of girls,” she continued, in a tone that had started to sound like gloating as she settled her hand on my iron-hard cock, though my thin, ripped scrub pants. “We’re getting so big, here, our little home. And we’re going to be…nnngh…hiring. Hiring more. Hiring so…many…more…girls…”

“Oh jesus Melissa,” I moaned, as she began to squeeze me.

“Picture it, baby, picture all the girls,” she purred, her eyes gleaming as she glanced up again at the camera. And then, with her large smile pointed at its blinking red light, she slipped her hand though the tear Morgan had left, up the front of my pants. “There are going to be so many of us, your swarm of girls growing and growing and growing. Will you like that? Having that many more of us?”

“Oh g-god yes,” I admitted, already picturing a crushing throng of them and then gasping as I felt her palm and fingers slip below me, to cup my chicken-egg sized balls.

Feeling how swollen I was, she purred her approval. ”It’s good that he’s all nice and full now,” she said, massaging my sac gently and making my eyes cross, “all ready for a productive day.”

With her free hand she tore away, like tissue paper, the remaining portion of my scrub pants from my hips leaving me fully exposed and helpless to do anything about it. She took my shaft in hand and began speaking right to it, right to my cock. ”This weekend I got used to being with you every moment, baby,” she cooed, “And I started to miss you already.” One hand still played with my balls while the other slowly began to stroke me. She cooed and clucked down to it, treating my penis like it was directly her lover. “Now, I want to suck you until there’s nothing left inside.”

In an instant she had turned me in my chair, on her knees got between my legs, and reached up to - for some reason - adjust the position of the monitor and camera.

“M-Melissa!” I exclaimed, trying to figure out what was happening.

You wanted to frame the shot perfectly, so she could see you do this. I didn’t realize it right then but I do now. You wanted her to watch. And seethe.

“Shhh shh shh…I know we have work to do,” Melissa said, trying to control herself and keep the growl out of her voice as she continued to talk directly to my cock. “We have to make sure Gianna knows you’re a good worker, she has to know you can get to work on time, that you can finish your paperwork…” She took a moment to put her hair up into a loose bun. “But I also want her to see how good an Office Manager I am. How good I am at taking care of you….”

“Oh god…” I moaned, letting myself submit to the moment, feeling the eyes of both Melissa and Gianna on me as I collapsed.

“Good boy,” Melissa lauded, and suddenly I was in her mouth. Stars exploded in my vision, even as my eyes clamped shut. She had me fully in, down to the base, and the muscles of her throat vibrated around me. Girls, girls all around me, through these thin office walls, they all stood suddenly at attention.

They knew what was happening. They could feel it. Could they…see me, too?

I could picture them, all about the office, trying to keep from groaning or smiling too broadly, knowing what was coming. Melissa in the meantime purred and moaned, and barely had to move or caress my testicles at all because with just two deliberate passes up and down my length, her mouth had me exploding, my hips bucking up into her as she laughed with gurgling glee around my manhood.

“uuungh…unnngh…unnghh…” I mewled, just trying to stay focused, stay conscious as - yes - she seemed to be sucking everything I had right up out of me. She was draining me, unburdening me, granting me my morning relief. She let me come, come completely, come completely down into her throat until I was fully spent and flaccid. We both knew I’d need it again, but for now-

“How’s that?” she smiled, finally pulling herself back up and taking me again in her hands, so she could gently caress my softened length as she laid me back down again along my thigh. She wiped the corner of her lip with a finger, and swallowed demonstrably. “All better?”

I released one last shuddering breath, and let my head nod forwards.

I passed out.

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baby-alien11 · 1 year ago

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Fan Expo Denver

IF YOU READ ANNIVERSARY FIRST, THIS HAPPENS BEFORE THAT CHAPTER, I HAD TO WRITE THAT ONE FIRST BECAUSE OF THE SCHEDULE

A/N: originally, this was going to be about the flashback weekend chicago, but after seeing the q&a from the fan expo in Denver i decided to change it

taglist: @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @camiesully @ethanlandryluver @nowitsmissing @aliciacat20 @gabbylovesreading @nikfigueiredo

After leaving the set of Riverdale when the filming wrapped and the wrap party (and the production also gave you and Jack some gifts), both of you returned to LA to rest a little before going to the Fan Expo in Denver

"Tornado, hurry up!", Skeet exclaimed from the first floor, "We still need to go get Jack"

"I'm almost done!", you responded putting a few last things in your travel bag, "At least my suitcase and Tatum's carrier is already there"

"Just hurry up, our flight is at 1 pm"

"Chill dad, I was just making sure that I didn't forget anything", you said starting to get downstairs with your bag and Tatum in your arms, "I'm ready"

"Great, let's get the things to the car"

Taking the suitcases and the bags, both of you along with Tatum still in your arms went to the car parked on the entrance of the house to put the suitcases and carrier on the truck and leave towards the Champion house

"I texted your siblings to come and take care of the garden the day that they can", Skeet said the moment the car started the way

"Okay", you nodded, "And I already texted Jack to say we are on our way"

"And I need you to sleep during the flight"

"What? Why?"

"Because you spent the entire night awake watching TV"

"I was watching Shadow and Bone, and it was incredible"

"And now you have baggy eyes that I can see with all the concealer you put on, how many chapters did you watch?"

"Like half or more of the first season"

"Enough reason to you to sleep during the entire flight, and when we arrive to the hotel I'll take away your iPad during the night so you can sleep properly, understood?"

"Yes, dad", you nodded, "But, hey, at least this time was because of a series instead of hate tweets"

"That's the only good part, but you shouldn't be staying up so late, specially when we are flying, what's the series about?"

"I'm glad you asked!"

For the rest of the road, you spend it explaining everything about the series while Tatum decided to take a little nap in your lap until the car stopped in front of the Champion house where both of you and Tatum in your arms got out of the car to walk to the entrance

"Hi angel, hi Skeet", Anna greeted the moment she openned the door, "Come in, Jack is still finishing packing, he must come down in a moment"

"Can I go help him?", you asked

"Yeah, sure", Anna nodded

"Don't take too long, our flight is at 1", Skeet said

"Okay", you exclaimed already halfway of the stairs

Reaching the second floor, you with Tatum in your arms walked to the door were you knew his room was, noticing the door was open, you leaned into the entrance

"Good morning my love", you sang getting his attention, which made him turn to look at you from his bed where he was finishing his backpack, "You're ready for the convention?"

"Good morning", Jack smiled sharing a kiss with you the moment you entered the room, "Almost, I'm just making sure I don't forget anything"

"Need some help?", you asked siting in his bed letting Tatum walk on the soft surface

"Do you think I over-packed?", Jack asked you, which caused you to open his suitcase, "I feel like I put a lot of clothes only for a weekend"

"Just like what I've told you many times, it's not over-packing, it's having options just in case the outfit you pictured in your head doesn't come out as you imagined it"

"You're right", Jack nodded closing his suitcase along with his backpack, "Are you bringing Tatum's carrier?"

"Yeah, it's on the car"

"Can Butters and Tatum share it? I'm just thinking about the space, the flight and all that"

"Of course! They are going to have fun in there"

"Kids, I'll leave without you if you don't come down in the next five minutes!", Skeet exclaimed from the first floor

Gattering the things and the cats quickly, both of you went down stairs to say goodbye and go to the airport

After two hours in the airport and almost five on the plane (in which you slept almost all the time), the three of you and the cats arrived in Denver when it took an hour to arrive to the hotel, which was close to the convention center

"We're going to settle in our rooms and then we are going to have a small reunion to check the schedule for the weekend", Skeet said while the elevator went up to the right floor, "And we're also getting dinner later with the rest"

"I can't wait to bother uncle Matthew until he unblock me from insta", you joked once the elevator doors openned

"Still?", Skeet asked in shock

"Yeah, I even texted Macey and Addison to help me, but they said he doesn't regret it"

"Why did he block you again?", Skeet asked while openning the room door

"She asked him if Stu's alive", Jack laughed

"It was a joke", you exclaimed while entering the room noticing there was only one bed, "Dad, we aren't sleeping the three of us in the same bed, it's going to be weird"

"The door at the left is your room", Skeet said walking towards that door next to the TV and dresser to reveal a room exactly the same, "I couldn't get a suite with two rooms and this was the closest thing we got, go on to organize your things, we have to be on the meeting room in forty minutes"

Entering you room and leaving the suitcases and bags on the bench next to the desk and the cat carrier on the couch next to the window letting them out to explore the room, you and Jack started to got some things out of your travel bags to the bathroom and baby dragon Jake on the bed

When the hour to go to the meeting room arrived, the three of you and the cats went to the last floor to the meeting room

"Aunt Neve! Aunt Rose!", you exclaimed running towards them the moment you saw them near a table

When they heard your voice and turned in your direction, Neve and Rose inmediatly openned their arms to hug you the moment you arrived

"I swear that every time we see you, you are taller", Neve said when the hug ended

"Not only taller, she also got a tattoo", Rose added looking at your left hand

"It's the sneakers, they have a little platform", you shrugged adjusting Tatum in your arms

"I'm going to asume this little friend is Tatum", Rose said looking at the orange cat seeing everything with curiosity, "She has almost the same hair color I had in the movie"

"I know", you smiled, "Want to hold her?"

"Of course", Neve smiled taking the cat in her arms

After saying hi to the rest and introducing Jack to the ones who didn't knew him in person yet, all of you sat at the tables while someone from the expo arrived

"Goodnight to everyone, it's good to see you", the person greeted everyone, "Okay, the day starts tomorrow as soon at you arrive with the autographs and then with the photo ops, we start with Henry Winkler at 7.40 pm who's arriving early tomorrow, then Rose at 8.00, Jamie and Skeet at 8.10, a team up of Skeet and Matthew at 8.20 and Matthew at 8.30"

"On saturday we have more photo ops starting with Skeet at 3.30, Neve at 3.40, a team up again of Skeet and Matthew at the same hour, a team up of Neve, Jamie, Skeet and Matthew at 4.10, Rose at 4.40, a team up with everyone at 4.50, individual ones of Henry, Jamie and Matthew at 5.10"

"On sunday we have the photo op with everyone at 11.10, Rose at 11.20, a team up with Neve, Jamie, Skeet and Matthew at the same hour, Jamie at 11.50, a team up with Skeet and Matthew at 11.50, Skeet at 12.20, the panel with Neve, Jamie, Skeet and Matthew with surprise aparitions of Y/N and Jack at 12.45, Matthew and Neve had individual photo ops at 1.50, and that's the end of the event, by the way, there's an Avatar cosplay meet up at 2.30, Jack, would you like to attend?"

"Sure, sounds good", Jack nodded

"Perfect, the schedules were already sent to you to your emails, any questions?"

"Can we bring our cats to the panel?", you asked raising your hand

"Of course, we are pet-friendly"

Hearing that, you and Jack high-fived while the adults looked at both of you with fun

After two days of being locked in the hotel to not ruin the surprise appearence, you and Jack finally got to get out to the hotel to go to the convention

Doing a reference to the franchise you decided to wear a white short-sleeve top, high waisted jeans and black run star hike converse, with a small silver backpack were you had yours and Jack things, with some cat treats and toys; while Jack used a black tank t-shirt with an open black and red short sleeve button up, his worn out jeans and checkerboard vans

When the time to go to the convention center arrived, you and Jack stayed backstage until the time to the panel arrived

"How are you feeling?", you asked while having breakfast from one of the food stations on the convention, "About going there with the OG's and answering questions"

"Good, a bit nervous", Jack admited

"This things are usually easy and funny, like they ask the funniest question ever and then you got the most serious and emotional question, like a live interview, actually this is my first time going on stage, I usually was sitting on othe first line or something like that"

"They are going to be surprised when we apeare there"

"Totally, we should prepare something to say when we apeare"

Continuing to have breakfast and planning what to say, the time to start going to the hall arrived, joining the adults to go there

"Hey, I saw the trailer of your new movie", Neve said to Jack refering to Retribution, "It looks awesome"

"Thanks", Jack smiled, "I really appreciate it"

"Where was it filmed?", Jamie asked, "The locations looks cool"

"Berlin, I filmed it right after Avatar"

"Spends four years running around and then he gets to sit in a car the entire new movie", Matthew joked

"Give my boy a rest", Skeet spoke

"Yeah, he needed to rest for the killing spree", you said

Keeping with the chatting and small jokes, the way continued until you reached the behind the stage, when the sound of a lot of fans behind the curtains could be heard

"Okay, kids, both of you look good as well as Butters and Tatum", Skeet sighed before entering the stage, "Rose and Henry are going to appeare for a few seconds so you have to enter before them, understood?"

"Yes", both of you nodded

"Perfect, see you in a few seconds"

"Please welcome to the stage first, give it up for Jamie Kennedy! Keep that applause going as we welcome to the stage Skeet Ulrich! Alright next up Fan Expo Denver please welcome Matthew Lillard! And last but certainly not least please welcome Sidney Prescott herself, Neve Campbell!", the lead of pannel said while the four adults entered the stage and took seats in the couches, "Wow, Matthew, brought a professional camera on stage, very nice! Thank you all for being here, give it up one more time for them Fan Expo Denver"

Hearing softer applauses, both of you decided to get close to the curtain next to the stage

"We've got a lot of questions in the audience, we wanna get to them as soon as possible because that's what this is about, it's about the fans asking their questions", the lead continued, "But I just wanted to keep things off, 1996 was an amazing year for film in general, we had films like Twister, Mission Impossible, The Robbery, you might have heard of another film called The Craft that came out that year everybody, with Skeet and Neve with the reimagining of the horror franchise with everyone's favorite Scream film, there's six films and the fans are still ravenous for this franchise, I'd just love to kick things off before we go to the fans and talk go down the line and just talk a little bit of what it means to be a part of this and what it feels like to have the fans come and tell you how important this horror franchise was"

Deciding to enter right before the conversations start, both of you came out of the curtain to stand in front of the stairs

"Excuse me, is this econ?", Jack asked refering to the alibi of his character

"Best known as Ghostface 101", you added

"Everyone, please welcome Jack Champion and Y/N Ulrich!", the lead exclaimed, "They are going to be with us during the panel so you can ask them questions too"

Entering the stage between the applauses of the people, both of you stopped in the middle of the stage to held Butters and Tatum like in The Lion King, before turning and sat on the couch between Neve and Skeet taking the two left microphones

"Guys, we're so happy you're here, I'm going to go with you in a few moments, but before I want to hear everyone responses to the question", the lead said, "Jamie, we start with you"

"It's incredible", Jamie started, "I think we hit lightning in a bottle when we did the movie, we were this little movie, we just thought 'well, maybe we can do good in video' and so much to say but it is incredible and was just hit lightning in a bottle, and here we are 27 years later, it's incredible"

"It's kinda of certainly in the moment none of us could process that this would ever exist, that people would still involved, you know, into this series", Skeet continued, "We're just a bunch of kids we've got together to do what we love to do and I think that's the power of finding what it is your love to do and you never know what will happen with it, certainly I could never predict this so thank you all, thank you each and everyone"

"Oh my gosh, everyone behind the curtain is Rose McGowan", the lead exclaimed while Rose took a seat in the empty couch, "Rose thank you for joining us, Rose has a solo pannel later at 2 pm so definitely check that out, but thank you for joining us on stage"

"Hi everybody", Rose greeted, "Scream forever, literally this is amazing, I just wanted to come and say that Tatum lives and I love you all the fabulous, beautiful panel"

Finalizing that, Rose left the panel with everyone smiling for the cameo

"Let's not forget that Rose will be at her table all day, and also is doing solo panel so for you all Rose McGowan fans, and those Chramed fans out there in the building check it out at 2 pm right over the next door, Matt, talk about the legacy and what this franchise means to you"

Pretending to not know what to say, Matthew stayed quiet with a panic face making everyone laugh before answering the question

"First of all is very humbling that so many people showed up today, I think we are all sort of amazed and honored, we were making a horror movie with Wes Craven who hadn't made a good horror movie in a long time, God bless his soul we love him, but in the moment it was nothing special, it's not until now that you recognize that you were in the middle of something, so for us it was just one of the greatest times we've ever had working and the results are baffling to us in a way cause every single time we get these opportunities to interact it is humbling, so we are grateful you guys, thank you"

"Oh my gosh, it's principal Himbry everybody, it's Henry Winkler", the lead exclaimed at the same time Henry entered the stage causing everyone to stand up to give him a standing ovation before sitting again, "Oh my gosh, all this surprises that we didn't planned ahead of time"

"I only have two things to say", Henry spoke, "28 years ago I had lunch, sushi lunch, with Wes Craven who wore tweed and you would think you were talking to an english professor and he said 'I have this small part in my movie, would you do this' I said of course, and then turned out to be this incredible sociological event, and I wanted to say I have not seen these people for 27 years, except of course the young ones, we saw each other at another Comic-Con at it was like we've been together forever, they are everything you imagine they are, and that is just the truth, there is no hyperbole in that, and the second thing is I was there and then I was told they're not gonna put my name on the movie because I made the funds and he was going to throw the balance of the horror off, so I went 'okay' and we're not going to be on the one sheet, we will not be in the commercial poster, I won't be there either and I went 'okay' and then they previewed the movie and my character walked on screen and I got applause, and the same people who said 'go home', said 'excuse me, would you do press for the movie', and never know in our business have the greatest summer, be careful and take care of each other, and I'm so proud to be a member of your family"

The moment Henry finnished his speech, Matthew was quick to stand up and hug him followed by the rest of you to applaude him, being the next people to hug, even if he didn't know you and Jack to well

"I don't like sitting on the stage, I'm going to walk around", Matthew said taking him camera, "I'm really don't like it"

"Can we hear from Neve really quick?", the lead spoke, "You know, you're arguably the best final girl of all time, one of those characters, what it does make you feel? And Matt I'm going to let you take it away with the audience questions"

"I thought you were actually talking to Matt when you said that", Neve joked causing everyone to laugh, "I'm sorry, Henry is such a joy, I mean he's just the most magical, these movies changed my life, made my life, changed my life, you know as these guys said, we had no idea, there was no way to have an idea, you would never, how often does this happen that you get to make this many movies and have it be successful and more importantly loved, you know, I can't believe I'm sitting in front of you guys, I feel like every time we have an audience like this and whenever I see this guys and whenever anyone comes up and tells me that Sidney save them or that these movies help them in some way it's just tremendous, there's no way to really fathom the reach that it's had, and I'm so so so grateful and so grateful to you all"

"Jack, Y/N, anything to say?"

Sharing a look, Jack encouraged you to spoke first

"I've been in love with this franchise since the moment my siblings put the mask on me and later when I saw them at eight years old, even my cat is named after one character, and seeing it to keep growing and having more fans because these are classics is something amazing, like I had classmates that aproached to me saying things like 'I saw Scream the other day, can you tell your dad he was scary' was something that made me realize these movies are going to be forever, so seeing fans all over the world no matter the age is amazing"

"Yeah, this movies are athemporal, like you can see them at any year and don't think that they're old or something like that, because they have iconic characters, scenes, moments and more, you can see people of all ages talking about them, and honestly when I was younger and saw them I've never think I would be able to be a part of something this big but I'm grateful to play one of the recent ghostfaces and meeting incredible people"

"Let's give it up for the cast of Scream everybody", the lead continued causing the public to cheer, "Alright, let's go with the audience questions"

"There's a line, so why don't you do the first question?", Matthew said to someone in the audience from where he was standing next to them

"Um, do you guys have advice for young people who are trying to be in the world of acting?"

"A million things to say", Skeet responded, "Several things and I'm sure everybody could add more to it but um never quit, never quit living your dream, never quit believing in yourself, never let Hollywood be the standard for success in your mind, finding what you love to do is the success, so congratulate yourself and that and then continue to grow as a person and as an artist and express yourself, don't follow anybody else, be you and I guarantee you that you will find success in more ways that you can imagine"

"My name is Silah, and I've seen every single Scream movie", a kid started to say

"That's a baby", you exclaimed with cuteness

"It has the same age as Trinity when we started filming Avatar", Jack added without the microphone, "Maybe younger"

"Where are your parents?", Matthew asked making everyone laugh, "Child Protective Services, that child is like five"

"So, I'd like to know what's your favorite scary movie"

"I love the movie called The Changeling with George C. Scott", Neve responded

"How old are you Silah?", Jamie said

"Eleven, I know I'm short"

"Listen, there's these movies out there called Barney", Jamie joked, "Silah, I'm just going to say Showgirls, absolutely I am, don't watch that!"

"I love 'The Exorcism of Emily Rose', 'Hereditary'", Skeet said

"REC is one of my favorites", you responded, "Pearl, Jennifer's Body, Carrie, Don't Breathe"

"I'm going to go with 'The Shinning'", Jack spoke

"Matthew, do you have a favorite horror movie?"", the lead said noticing Matthew returned to the stage

"I came back to the stage because there's so many people, I usually like roaming around and trying to touch you and... I want to come back to the stage, my favorite horror movie is Scream, Silah, you did a great job asking that question", Matthew said, "To the young person that just said what do you do as an actor, can I just chime in on that? So here's what I'm going to say, wherever you are, here's the deal, there's a lot of people on this room and some people are outside the norm that don't like sort of fit in the middle of high school and don't walk the way other people walk through life, and so some of those people are actors, and artists, and singers, and dancers, and I don't know, whatever you do that's not normal those people that don't play football, the most important thing is you find your people and do your shit, that's the right way, do not ever rule it by success, just follow a passion, I don't give a shit what it is, go do your thing and you will find your way to Hollywood or wherever is going to be but find what you love to do and fly that flag, periodt, and there's to many people so I'm going to sit back in here"

"Hi guys, I'm Adam and I'm a big fan, so you guys are arguably a part of one of the biggest casts for any horror movie ever and obviously the films that have followed kind of a similar formula of following just commentary on horror movies as a whole, but in the first and sixth movie I was wondering if you guys, spoiler alert if any of you haven't seen this movies why are you here, but did you guys know that Billy Loomis, Stu Macher and Ethan Landry were going to be the killers going in or was kept in the dark for you guys as well?"

"I knew", Neve responded making everyone laugh because of the way she said it, "I didn't know, but I think some cast were kept in the dark"

"Yeah, we knew", Skeet nodded

"It is always in the dark", Matthew joked

"I love Being and I Know What You Did Last Summer", Jamie sais answering the previous question, "Um no, we knew in the first one that they were and I'll let these guys answer but the second one is where we didn't get a lot of details"

"That's right", Neve nodded

"I knew my character was going to be ghostface when suddenly Liana, who plays Quinn, and I got a new wardrobe test programmed, they show us the robes and the masks with our scripts for the final act, and I got to use the costume for the appartment attack", Jack responded

"Hi I'm Jake, and speaking of the second movie my question is pretty much for anyone, but with the second movie production was incredible quick, several script re-writes, was there ever a moment where you doubted Wes Craven or Kevin Williamson during those moments?"

"Never", Jamie said mostly looking at Neve while talking, "The script came on and the next thing we know, we were making a sub-movie called Stab and in Stab, Luke Wilson is like 'I'm going to play Skeet', and Heather Graham was in it, and it was like we had a cast within a cast within a cast and it was incredible, and like, the moment they green light, you're on the cover of Rolling Stone, remember?"

"Yeah, that was a great timing", Neve laughed

"Yeah, you guys were dead and you two weren't born at the time", Jamie joked

"Next question", Matthew said, "What's your problem, bro?"

"Shout out to Wes Craven obviously, the filmmaking genius, but shout out to Kevin Williamson the writer", the lead commented, "The movie feels fresh, you know"

"They were both incredible, you know, clever and sure, these films are complicated to get right and that doesn't mean that there wasn't doubt within them of like, you know, having to question and go over things and do rewrites and stuff, but we didn't, I certainly didn't doubt that they wouldn't, that they would get it, you know, what I mean it's just a process especially when it's a who done it, yeah it takes a minute"

"Hi, my name is Gabby, and my question is for Y/N, I know you're a swiftie, I am too, so my question is, which Taylor Swift songs would you relate to Scream?"

"That's an amazing question, Gabby, excellent music taste", you exclaimed adjusting Tatum in your lap, "Welcome to NY for this recent movie because is set there, Bad Blood for the betrayals, Vigilante Shit for the ghostfaces focusing on the line 'I don't dress for women, I don't dress for men, lately I've been dressing for revenge', No Body No Crime for when they are pointing the suspects for the phrase 'I think he did it, but I just can't prove it', I Did Something Bad for Sam, Mastermind for the ghostfaces and their plans, The Great War for Sidney, Gale, Sam, Tara and the rest of the survivors, I Knew You Were Trouble for Sidney and Billy's relationship, I think that's it, and I can't wait for Reputation Taylor's Version to be released"

"And I also wanted to give you a gift", Gabby added

"You're so sweet, I'll go with you"

Leaving Tatum in Neve arms and your microphone in your spot in the couch, you went down the small stairs to sprint towards her and share a hug, before breaking it

"I hope you like it", Gabby said giving you the gift bag

"Thank you so much", you smiled taking it in your hands, "I'm sure I will"

Returning to the stage with the gift bag, you took sit again in your spot between Neve and Jack leaving it on the floor next to you, taking Tatum in your arms again and the mic

"Open it! Open it!", Matthew started to chant followed by everyone in the room

Laughing, you picked the gift back again letting Tatum walk towards Jack and Butters to openned it, seeing first something that felt like a throw blanket in black

"It's a blanket", you said getting the blanket out of the bag to start to unfold it noticing a bundle of curly chesnut hair and a forehead which you knew perfectly, "Is this what I think it is?"

"What is it? We want to see", Jamie said

Unfolding it completely, your suspitions were correct when the photo of Jack in his Stabathon shirt was revealed as the design of the blanket

"No way!", Jack laughed covering his face with his hands

"This is amazing", you laughed letting everyone in the panel see the blanket, "I'm going to sleep in this for the rest of my lfe"

"Can I ask what was the reaction of the store when you ordered this?", Skeet asked the girl who gave you the gift

"I don't know, I ordered it online"

"You can order these things online?", Matthew asked

"You'd be surprised for all the things you can order there", Neve joked

"I'm going to start using it right now", you said covering yourself and Tatum with the blanket, "It's a bit chilly here"

"This is certainly a unique gift", the lead commented, "Can we go to the next question? We are a little thight on time"

"My name is Ally, my question is because like you guys have thrown around, you guys manhandled a lot and um, we were watching the movie last night and like the scene were Sidney stabbed Billy in the chest with an umbrella, ouch, so I was just wondering if any of the injuries that you've got, like, have you got hurt on set and if so what was the worst injury that you've got on the set of Scream or any movie, more certaimly Scream"

"I feel like I hurt myself", Neve joked, "It was never other people, it was my enthusiasm, I think sometimes I would be a bit too much go-getter and I could've held back on a few things but nothing terrible"

"The scene between obviously Billy and Stu, that iconic final scene, one of the best scenes in horror movie history, am I right?", the lead added, "Where we're seeing them reveal themselves as the killers, there's a lot of stabbing going back and forth, the shooting, any sort of alterarions there"

"I know what Matt's gonna say", Skeet spoke, "The phone really hurt, you know, really hurt to be hit by the phone"

"That was totally not cool", Matthew said, "Yeah, it's funny, that whole scene I think is a testament to obviously Wes and to Kevin but I want to say that the, like, we were again young kids hurling energy at 18 pages of dialogue or 20 pages of dialogue and they were night when we would shoot, you know six pm to six in the morning enery single night for like three weeks and at some point when you're in that kind of energy for that long you start to loose your mind a little so there are moments in that thing where I had these distinct memories of the three of us sitting in like the living room against the wall and this is before cellphones just so we're clear, that's how old this movie is"

"They actually talk to each other", Neve joked

"That's super weird everyone", Matthew continued, "But all three of us had blood in our bodies and literally we would all sit there and just sticky, your fingers would be like sticking with the stickiness and I'd look at Neve and be like 'look' and then do the same to Skeet and that's a true story and, that's so really what got hurt was our minds"

"I'm Kennedy, so I love it-"

"Great name", Jamie interrupted

"So I love horror movies and the Scream franchise but how I got into horror movies or scary stuff was Scooby-Doo and so, so it was a big impact in my life and I was wondering, for Matthew, what was it like being on the set for Scooby-Doo like for the live action, because that was a big for me when I was younger"

"First of all thank you for your question, um, so that was a very difficult journey because you're taking a two-dimensional character that everyone knows, that I grew up with and trying to make it into a three-dimensional real person and your best friend in the movie isn't there ever, he's never there, he never shows up, but I was lucky that there was a man in Australia who is the off-camera voice who is Neil Fanning, thank Good, who is the off-camera voice and he was with me the first and second movie and that movie for me, for a long time hung on me like this I was kind of embarrased about the film, the first one was great, the second one was like ah, and I didn't work-"

"The second one is the one I always watch", Kennedy interrupted causing everyone to laugh, "I wasn't a fan of the first one"

"Fair enough, fair enough", Matthew laughed, "The best part about that movie and the franchise is that the legacy of that part for me has given me purposes my career goes on as I'm waning and getting older and my time in this industry is coming relatively to an end there's-oh stop, I'm gonna die, it's gonna happen, I'm just hope I make like CNN, that's all I want, 'today that guy from that thing died'- but listen, the great thing about that for me is that this moment right here is so validating for my entire life, is that you get to hold space for a character that means something to other people, the same thing that Neve just said is that we cherish doing something that resonates with people, I have lots of movies that are really terrible that nobody gives a shit about it, but to have one that you come up and mention today is literally profoundly, gratifying in my life so thank you"

"Skeet, we're seeing this younger generation now being introduced to the films of Scream, literally in the movies we're getting the next generation, we got Jack here who is part of them, you got to return to it, what is it like seeing like the new generation and actually being part of that storytelling in the newer films", the lead asked

"First of all it's an honor to be asked to be a small part of it, to be any part of it, you know, I feel like the group that took over, Wes would be really proud and I'm sure Neve could speak to that more having to spent more time with theme on set more than I did in five"

"We were only there for one day", you commented

"Exactly, for this last one we've got to stay the entire filming", Skeet nodded, "But I feel like they were really focused on honoring Wes and the franchise as a whole and I think they did a great job and I think they brought it, there's an excitement you know, when I watched it for the first time, it's relevant and it's now and yet it's still harkens back to what the story is and what the legacy of the story is, I think they picked a great group of people to tell it, it's wild because Mason Gooding I worked with his dad Cuba Gooding a couple times so it's wild to you know be that old, my boy Jack right here was a great character and put a lot of heart in his interpretation, I think the franchise is in great hands and you know, I was very honored to be a part of it, even my youngest Y/N is now part of it, however little that was it was fun, I mean unfortunately we didn't get a lot of time on set and COVID was when we were shooting the fifth one so we didn't get to like wasn't, I got to work with Melissa and that was kind of it, and the sixth there was no one with me on set, not because of COVID it was just the green screen and all that stuff you know I was alone with it, but again, just honored to be asked to be a part of it"

"Y/N, you mentioned before that you grew up with the movies and know you are part of them, you had a cameo on this last movie, can you told us how did you end up in there"

"Yeah, I did my cinematographic cameo debut in this movie, and for those who haven't noticed me, I'm in the Halloween party at the start using a FP Jones costume, so the talks about me doing a cameo started during the filming of the fifth, I think Radio Silence saw my enthusiasm for being in the set and heard me and Melissa talking about the films and that, and also dad mentioned it that I saw the movies at a young age, so before we left the set they mentioned it and I inmediatly said yes of course, but because I was a minor at the time mom and dad had to give their permition, and when the time to film aproached, they send us our contracts and that, and later we flew to Montreal to film, but they didn't told me what my cameo will be until two or three days before filming, and I feel like my father right here needs to tell this next part of the story"

"I already know what her cameo will be because they send me an email a week before filming so the morning before our flight I entered her room while she was sleeping, went to her closet, got the serpents jacket and put it on my suitcase and she didn't know I took it until that moment"

"So, long story short, they get me on costume and make up, went to set, got a date, film my part and never returned to set to avoid being spoiled of everything"

Finishing your storytime, everyone was laughing because how you tell everything, before continuing with the next question

"Hi, I'm Lily, first of all, it's awesome to be able to talk to literal legends"

"Where are they?", Skeet joked, "Henry left"

"And also, Neve you're like my literal hero so it's nice to see you in person like this is blowing my mind right now, and then my question for all of you is what was your favorite scene or line from the movies that you did?"

"You know, it wasn't necessary, I mean for me one that I think and it's probably the one I guess get asked to sign the most but to me has seems to have the most relevant psychologically in my life and probably a lot of people's lives and is 'we all go a little mad sometimes' because we do, we do and I think you got to allow that in yourself, but that one for me"

"I don't now", Neve laughed, "I've done a lot of these"

"What's your favorite of all of theme?", Matthew asked

"My favorite line of all of them? I'm Sidney fucking Prescott, of course I have a gun"

"I like, we improv stuff in that last piece that I like so I think the one 'my mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me', you're laughing at the end of an horrific movie, so that was mine"

"I had fun saying all the dialogues of Ethan before and after reveal, but the one I like the most is 'it's not enough to just kill someone these days, you have to assassinate their character first'"

"You know, I don't say anything at all during my less than five minutes on screen so I'm just going to say a phrase of this last one that I think about everyday", you said, "Who gives a fuck about movies"

"That's a lot because we have so ones we like, I probably think mine was 'I was never so happy to be a virgin', well that rule being said it's weird because I died in the second movie tragically and I don't remember getting any sex, so something went on I don't know where, I don't know, you know what, what's amazing about you guys is that you guys teach me and all of us do stuff that we don't even remember about the films so somebody said when I was talking on the phone or with David there was a fourth rule in Scream 2 and I don't know what it is and somebody came up to me the last convention and said 'the fourth rule is never kill the voice of the audience' and I was so touched, anyways, sorry guys I'm avaliable for birthday parties"

"Hi, my name is Kyla and I have a question for Matthew, well two questions, did Skeet ever apologize to you and why did you block Y/N on instagram?"

"I'm so glad you asked that question", Matthew smiled

"I gotta go to the bathroom", Skeet joked

"I just want to say thank you so much, no, you know what you never did and I'll let her explained why I block her", Matthew said turning to give his back to you

"Uncle Matthew, I'm sorry for asking if Stu was alive, it was a joke that you didn't took well, can you forgive me?"

"I forgive you, because at least you didn't hit me with a phone, I'll unblock you after we finish this panel"

"Matt, I know it's been a while", while Skeet was talking, Matthew decided to stand up an walk a few steps far, which made Skeet do the same to get closer to him, "Matt no"

"I'm getting colder"

Finally standing by his side and thanks to Matthew having his hand streched out behind him to stop him for getting closer, Skeet took his arm, while everyone was dying of laughing

"I just would like to apologize for this something I did like 27 years ago, honey"

"I don't accept, I don't accept"

"I was upset in the moment, I was lost"

Accepting the apology, Matthew turn around to hug Skeet

"I'm sorry"

"Somebody called us the first"

"The husbands of horror", Skeet completed

"Dad and dad!", you exclaimed

"Our hugs are not sideways in private", Skeet clarified before sitting

"I'm Alex, if you can pick one character from every Scream movie and it can't be your own to save, who would you pick?"

"I would say Henry Winkler obviously", Skeet responded but then he saw Matthew's face, "Wait, wait, wait, let me apologize"

"Jamie is sitting right there, Jack is sitting right there", Matthew exclaimed, "Jamie is the voice of the audience"

"Henry had all of those great rules"

"And Henry also attended his econ classes"

"I would say Jamie Kennedy and Jack Champion", Matthew said, "I don't remember their characters names, Randy and Ethan over here, I actually think that both Jamie and Jack are gifts, Jamie in that movie is lovely, and Jack is a very talented young man and we both died with the same TV in the head"

Feeling emotional, Jamie ran to hug Matthew who was quick to stand and try to scape but it was late, because Jamie hug him and almost jump on his back

"I have a husband!, Matthew explained, "I have a husband!"

"Who I would save?", Jamie spoke once they returned to their seats, "That's hard to ask"

"I'm right here", Matthew replied, "You don't have to tell me, cause I'm still alive"

"He's still alive, how many people believe that Matthew is still alive", Jamie continued, "I think you're still alive, I would save you if you weren't alive, but if not I would say David"

"I can't say either of these two because I killed them and I wouldn't be the hero, but for me it would be Randy and then Dewey", Neve responded, "It was so painful to watch that"

"Shotout to David Arquette and Courtney Cox who are part of this big family", the lead commented

"I think I'm going to say Quinn, because she's my sister, and also Dewey"

"I have a top five of characters I would save", you said, "Tatum, Jennifer Jolie, Randy, Anika and Ethan"

"You wouldn't save your father?", Skeet asked with pretended indignation

"Billy was a walking red flag, sorry dad", you justified, "I mean, the first thing he says to Sidney on the movie is that The Exorcist reminded him of her"

"You are so right", Neve nodded

"Hi, my name is Nik and I have a question is for Jack, first of all, you were awesome in both Avatar and Scream, so I was wondering who would win a fight between Spider and Ethan?"

"First of all, thank you so much, I really apreciate it, and related to the question, I've never really thought about that, I mean they both have good qualities that can help them in fighting and that, but I think that Spider will be the absolute winner, because um he grew up in Pandora, learned how to fight like the na'vi with all the weapons and fight styles, so yeah, my final answer is Spider"

"Hello, I know you guys are like from movies where a person literally murders people, but what's your favorite Pokemon?"

"What Pokemon are you?", Matthew asked

"I'm Mimikyu"

"That's my favorite", Matthew said

"Mine too", Skeet followed

"Yes, he is a good Pokemon"

"Hi, I'm Liv, I'm a huge fan of Scream but I'm also huge fan of Riverdale, and I was wondering, Skeet, what was it like moving from a serial killer to a dad?"

"Yeah dad, how it was?", you joked

"You're obviously not a parent, it's so close, it's almost the same thing", Matthew said to the girl who asked the question

"Um, you know, yeah I became a dad in real life, well before in Riverdale, but I'm I love that cast, Y/N had the opportunity to go back and Jack got to meet them a week ago, you know, Cole Sprouse is a dear friend of mine, us, now, one of the sweetest, smartest, kindest people, yeah, I missed those guys, in terms of playing it, I don't know, I've been a dad for fifteen years at the point I started that role so I didn't feel that much of a stretch, what was a stretch was, I like to think of myself as a really good dad and he was not a good dad at all, so that was kind of fun to let those demons a little bit, but thank you, thank you so much"

"Can I just add on to that?", Jamie asked, "I think that Skeet is not a dad, he's everybody's daddy"

"Not that word", you exclaimed before covering yourself and Tatum completely with the blanket

"All I know is on Father's Day, my older daughter Naiia writes 'dear father', well you can't write 'dear daddy'", Skeet joked before pointing at Jamie, "Thanks to people like you"

"That word is forbidden in our house", you said uncovering your head

"I didn't say zaddy", Jamie continued

"This got weird", Matthew commented, "Next question"

"Please", Jack said

"My name is Juliet, and my question is if there was like anybody who's like death you would want to be, because there like a lot of cool deaths, which death would you rather have I guess"

"Favorite kill, that's always a good, hard question", Skeet commented

"Tatum", Neve said

"Yeah, I've always wondered what it'd be like to go through a garage door opener", Skeet joked

"Thank God we don't have one", you also joked

"What I was gonna say is that we've got a ton of fans out here, um three thousand plus people that have lived and brought up with you, so many young generations that are now discovering this, I'd love that each one of you just kind of went down and just said, you know how the fans mean to you and all the folks that are here to just being in your presence and you know honor the films that you created", the lead said, "Do you have any final words for the fans?"

"First of all, thank you for your question, we were not like throwing that aside, thank you so much", Skeet said, "It's hard to express to be honest, you know, people outside of this world who you know or even actors who don't really necessarily know what we're doing here this weekend can't understand the energy exchange that happens between us and you, I know we all do our best to give you our undivided attention at the table to feel a part of your life for whatever brief moments we get, but the gratitude that we have for you is limitless, I mean, we talk about it all the time and I'm incredibly grateful for you guys, you, you know, we're at a time in our business right now that the future is a bit uncertain and to be honest it's always uncertain, we're in a job where we don't know how much we'll make in a year typically and sometimes is zero, so for you to come out here to take the time to spend your hard-earned money on something to be quite honest that for most of our careers we gave them give away, you know, because we're grateful as it is, it means the world to us, it does feed our families, it does more than you could imagine, so it's not taken with a grain of salt, it is deeply inside of us how grateful we are for each and every one of you"

"I'll just add to that man, I can't really add much more to that, he's one hundred percent correct and it's just the amounts of just, you guys are just voracious with your love and you believe in us and you and it's just look at this, this is 27 years later and you brought, I mean, the energy is incredible, every time I get somebody in my line from older to younger I'm absolutely amazed and I'm just lucky to be a part of it and I just wanted to say thank you and it's like, you brought us back togheter, we've become like a closer little knit family and that's because of you and now we're all one family so I want to say thank you", Jamie continued

"Yeah, I mean all of that, we don't exist without you guys, there is no art unless it's witnessed, you know when you're doing theater you get a sense of an audience and what they're getting from what you're creating and in film and television you don't get that sense unless you do something like this and when I started doing these I really got a very clear sense of the movies have had and my character has had and how much it can mean to people at a level that you know it's really really hard to comprehend and, you know for me I'm an artist because I want to touch people, I want to communicate, I want to feel you, I want you to feel me, I want to understand, I want to storytell, the world gets closer as we share our stories, we understand each other better, perhaps we can be more peaceful with understanding and, sorry I'm gonna cry", Neve said, "I love you guys"

Hearing and seeing how emotional Neve was, you were quick to hug her and rest your head on her shoulder, while Matthew also rubbed her other arm

"Don't fuck with the original!", someone from the audience exclaimed

"Honestly it's I think you can see why, um, I don't know, it's I think they were special because I think that we care deeply and I don't think that I think it's hard on Hollywood sometimes to show how much you appreciate to because there is this sense of like everything's always perfect for us, that we live in this social media world where you asume our lives are pitch perfect and they're not, we go up and go down, we have complications and I think one of the things about this cast that continually amazes me is that their ability to express honest gratitude and so I have nothing to add other than I'm grateful to be with you guys"

"I feel like I can talk in representation of this whole new generation when I say that we are so grateful for recieving us with open arms and giving us the opportunity to tell the stories of the new characters, you know, entering to a franchise who has been alive for 27 years is scary, not gonna lie, because of the generations of fans and you don't know how they are going to react, but after feeling the warm hug of the fandom once you enter so it's really gratifying and nice to be welcome, and this is something for life because of the people you know while filming, they became your friends, your family, and this is one of the great things about this kind of projects", Jack said

"I feel like they said everything so I'm going to do my best", you joked, "This franchise and fandom are still relevant to this day to you guys, because you keep passing the movies through generations, and demostrate interest and love for this movies through your videos, theories, rankings, edits, fanarts, cosplays, custom toys, tattoos, even fanfics, and more other things were you show your love for this, so I'm pretty sure that this franchise is going to last forever because the love each and everyone of you have for the movies is inconditional, so thank you so much for the love you have for every person that is part of this movies"

"You're my favorite content creator!", someone screamed from the audience

"Thank you", you responded

"Fan Expo Denver show and pass your appreciation one more time for Jamie Kennedy, Skeet Ulrich, Jack Champion, Y/N Ulrich, Matthew Lillard and Neve Campbell!"

Standing from the couches, the six of you along with the cats posed for a few photos with the fans behind before leaving to go back to the signings and other stuff programed for the day

Returning to the autograph tables, both of you shared a table the expo put during the panel where they put photos to give autographs where a line was starting to grow, leaving for a moment to go to the Avatar cosplay meet up before returning and satying there signing autographs during the rest of the day

#baby alien creations #y/n ulrich universe #scream #jack champion #jack champion scream #jack champion x reader #jack champion x you #jack champion fanfic #scream franchise #jack champion fluff #skeet ulrich #neve campbell #matthew lillard #jamie kennedy #rose mcgowan

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nogenderbee · 2 years ago

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Can you write the Genshin archons + Ganyu and Xiao with a teen reader who they basically watched grow up? Like they first met when reader was 6 and basically just went up to them with “idk who you are but we are now friends.”

you can remove Nahida if you’d like

also platonic obvs-

Yes, of course! I really hope I got that right and so I hope you'll enjoy <3

Venti, Zhongli, Raiden, Nahida, Ganyu, Xiao watching teen!reader grow

TW: small mention of drinking in Venti's part

⊱ Venti remembers that day you approached him like it was yesterday

⊱ he still recalls how you said you'll stick with him forever to enjoy his music, of course he thought get that you're joking because you were a kid back then but actually kept your promise

⊱ watching you grow up was so moving to him, especially if you also learned to play on instrument because of him

⊱ what am I saying... of course you learned how to play at least on his lyre!

⊱ he definitely cut on drinking since he didn't wanted to give child a bad example

⊱ you might haven't even noticed it but he did write a song about you and sang it publicly for people on Mondstadt

⊱ he definitely likes to go back to good old times and remember pleasent memories for both of you

"I remember how one day you borrowed my lure and gave a real performance in Tavern! And in exchange for good job, Diluc even gave you free juice!"

⊱ despite those happy memories, he can't help but be scared that he'll loose you some day like he did his dear friend

⊱ Zhongli has amazing memory so no wonder he remembers how you approached him with every little detail

⊱ he told it you and many others about how your relationship started from you asking him to tell you a story, then another one, and another one, and another one, and... yea you get the point

⊱ he literally remembers every single one of your memories and now he has even more stories to tell

⊱ he'll go back to your old memories all the time and tell you how you used to be when you were younger and how you slowly matured

⊱ you definitely become a smart teen thanks to spending time around him

"I'm very glad that you're satisfied with how we used to spend time together. And you really matured since back then."

⊱ but spending time around him didn't meant you have only historical experience, you also went on many trips around Liyue so you know your ways around this region

⊱ of course, the older you got, on more dangerous trips you two went but still not too dangerous

⊱ okey but if you walked up to Ei like she's not terrorizing Inazuma, she genuinely becomes interested in you but you'll have to come to her on your own couple of times

⊱ but once she takes real like of you, she slows down in on terrorizing Inazuma or just slows down with it around you

⊱ you probably were spending time with Miko as well, so you know both of them very well

⊱ but when she watches you grow, she can't help but feel like mother to you

⊱ don't expect her to cook you anything, if you'll want some food then you'd have to go get something in the city

⊱ she literally fed you with sweets at first all the time so it wouldn't be a surprise if it turned out that you have problems with teeth

⊱ she doesn't go back and tell you all the memories you had together if you won't ask her and if you, she still tells you the minimum, she simply doesn't see reason for it

"What you were like when you were a child? You were a normal child. Just like every other mortal."

⊱ but now in all honesty, she definitely keeps you in her "infinity space" was it how it's called? in order to make your time together last a little longer especially after remembering how fast mortals grow up

⊱ Nahida was extremely happy when you approached her and immediately proceed to take care and play with you

⊱ she remembers every little memory and also have album full of photos keeping those memories safe

⊱ so if you want her to remind you any memories from your childhood, you only have to tell her that and she'll take out the album full of photos

"In this photo, we were walking around Sumeru City streets and you a car seemed to take a like of you! In this one tho you..."

⊱ she definitely gets nostalgic often but she's also very proud of how mature you are now

⊱ she definitely was super soft and gentle towards you when you were a child and she still is when you're a teen

⊱ although you probably couldn't spend that much time with her, so she really appreciated every single second together with you

⊱ she knows very well how short mortals live so she wants you to have fun and appreciate your time together as much as she does

⊱ if you randomly walked up to Ganyu and just went like "we're friends now", she definitely was a little shocked at first but it changes as you spend more time together

⊱ she's actually so gentle with you as if you're made of porcelain that can break any second

⊱ it's not a secret that she's busy so you two probably didn't had that much time together

⊱ but sometimes even when she had work, she took you to her work place if you wanted and make sure you have something to play with

⊱ although she's not a big fan of bringing child to her work since you always managed to distract her to she usually spent time with you after she's done with her work

⊱ she remembers all memories very well, even the ones she doesn't want to remember...

"Did someone ever mistaken me for your mother?! W-Why don't we focus on other kind of memories?"

⊱ she definitely gets a little sad sometimes while thinking about how much time you have left but of course she never shows or mentions it in front of you

⊱ Xiao is always busy and avoids public eye so you must be really lucky to even catch him once

⊱ but since he watch you grow up, then you probably were really lucky and met him more then once

⊱ he knows mortal life isn't long but he only truly realizes it as he watches you grow up

⊱ he either watched you from afar or you were the reason he showed up more in public

⊱ he probably left you with Zhongli many times, especially at night since he usually has demons to defeat

⊱ but when you two spent some times together, he always was soft to you, although in public he probably was a little more harsh

"I was never soft for anyone. Including you! I just wasn't that rough towards you since you were a child."

⊱ of course he remembers every memory with you but won't tell you much unless you ask him to do so and even if, he still can't see why you want to know it so much

⊱ the truth is, he kind of doesn't want to remember the memories since that reminds him of how short mortal life is and that you won't be forever by his side

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the-fandom-abyss · 2 years ago

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Little Crush

Monica Geller x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff ♡

Word Count: 583 words

Monica busied herself in the kitchen, scrubbing the dishes and placing them on the drying rack. She tried to ignore the butterflies that fly ramped in her stomach, threatening to spill at any moment. This was all because you were on the couch, mingling with her friends who just seemed to adore you.

"I like her" Rachel’s voice cut through Monica’s thoughts, pulling her attention from the task at hand.

"You do?" A question that Monica wasn’t really interested in hearing the answer to, she was just being polite.

"Of course! When are you going to tell her you like her?" This caused Monica to fumble a plate, one that bounced in the sink causing a sharp noise. The group all turned their heads at the sudden sound, Monica shrunk underneath their gaze. Rachel shooed them with a wave of her hands which is what they needed to go back to their discussion.

"What?" Monica questioned, wiping her hands with the tea towel, slowly turning to face Rachel.

"Oh come on Mon, anyone with half a brain could see that you have the hots for her"

"Rachel" she hushed, almost placing her hand on the smaller woman’s mouth. A small smirk graced Rachel’s lips, knowing that she was right was just the satisfaction she needed.

"If it wasn't true, you wouldn't be afraid for her to hear" Rachel sang in a teasing tune, observing how Monica sighed in recognition

"Sometimes you surprise me with how observant you are"

"It's one of my many qualities" Monica rolled her eyes at the comment, while Rachel greeted her with an award winning smile. "Now go and tell her"

"Oh hell no" Monica was quick to shut that down, looking over her friends shoulder to check that you weren’t listening. Thankfully you were too engrossed in Phoebe’s conversation to show any interest in her back and forth with Rachel.

"Stop being a baby"

"I'm not a baby"

"Then prove it" Monica huffed, pushing her way past Rachel and made a beeline for you. Rachel lent back on the countertop, watching her plan unfold. If there was one way to get Monica to do something, that was to make her prove something.

Monica reached the back of the couch and did not hesitate to interrupt the conversation. Without a minute to lose, she blurted out her next sentence. "Y/N would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow night?" A familiar sense of embarrassment washed over her while her adrenaline kept her upright.

"I would love to" her heart skipped a beat at the instant answer. There was no room for hesitation, no space for doubt, it was a no brainer answer. If you were honest, you were wondering how long it would take for her to build the courage to ask.

"As a date" she stated, wanting to clarify her intentions. She didn’t want you to get the wrong impression when she so obviously wanted something different.

"I would hope so, it's about time Geller" you sent her a flirty wink, leaving her to stare at the back of your head as you turned your attention back to the group. She blinked a few times, unsure of where to go from here. All she knew was that you said yes and now she needed to whip up a meal that she knew you’d like. This was all thanks to Rachel which Monica would never admit, in fear that it would give her friend a bigger head.

#monica geller #monica geller imagine #monica geller x reader #friends #friends imagine #friends x reader

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miguelswifey04 · 1 year ago

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wait I just had a random idea

Miguel x Siren!reader idk why but it popped up in my head and I cannot get it out

But anyways how have you been doing? You been posting lots!-🪼 anon

oh my god yes i can definitely do that tehe

it’s because i have a lot of requests and i write them BUT i save them to my drafts and post like every hour or so to space them out 😭— lin 🧚🏽‍♀️

miguel o’hara x siren! reader

what happens when spider-man meets and falls in love with a siren 🧜🏽‍♀️

miguel had always been captivated by you, drawn to your ethereal beauty and enchanting voice. but it was your siren nature that truly intrigued him – the magic and mystery that surrounded your every movement and melody. he couldn't suppress his growing feelings any longer and felt a burning desire to express his love.

one evening, miguel gathered his courage and decided it was time to confess his feelings to you. he found you sitting by the waterfront, your voice carrying across the waves as you sang a haunting melody. as your last note echoed through the air, miguel approached, his heart racing.

with a nervous breath, miguel spoke, his voice filled with sincerity. "i may not know you personally but, there's something i need to tell you. i have fallen deeply in love with you. your siren nature, your beauty, and your voice... they've enraptured my heart." he paused, searching for the right words. "i want you to know that i am willing to adjust my life to accommodate your unique siren lifestyle. i want to be with you, to support you, and to create a life where we can both thrive."

your eyes shimmering with emotion, listened intently to miguel’s declaration. you had guarded your heart for so long, fearing rejection due to your siren existence. but in miguel, you saw a kindred spirit, someone who embraced your uniqueness and offered genuine love and understanding.

a smile bloomed on your face as you responded, your voice as melodious as the waves crashing against the shore. "miguel, your words fill my heart with joy. i have yearned for someone who would accept me for who i am, sirensong and all. to know that you are willing to journey alongside me is a gift beyond measure."

with your hearts now laid bare, miguel and your embarked on a new chapter of your lives together. miguel cupped your face and sealed a kiss that would be a testimony of the beginning of your relationship and for many years to come. both of you worked together to create a home that would accommodate your siren needs. miguel studied the lore and legends surrounding sirens, seeking knowledge and finding ways to blend the human and siren worlds.

your home became a sanctuary, a place where your enchanting voice could echo freely and where miguel found solace in your song. he embraced the shifting tides of your lives, determined to navigate the challenges and celebrate the magic you shared.

you charted a course of love and discovery, with miguel supporting your siren lifestyle every step of the way. on moonlit nights, you would stroll along the beach, hand in hand, sharing tender moments as your voice harmonized with the crashing waves.

as you embraced your intertwined destinies, miguel and you found solace and a profound sense of belonging in each other's arms.in your loving union, you discovered a harmony that transcended the bounds of reality, a love story guided by the song of your hearts, forever entwined by your shared passion and desire to explore the depths of your connection.

in your siren song, you wove a melody that would resonate throughout your lives, an eternal reminder of your love and the promise he had made to accommodate and embrace all aspects of your unique union.

tags 🏷️!! @meeom @astro1bloom @obi-mom-kenobi @sabcandoit @kairiscorner @emiemiemiii

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #🌱 lin writes #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x y/n #lin’s asks #♡´･ᴗ･`♡ lin answers #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara x female reader #miguel o’hara x siren!reader #miguel o’hara fluff

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e-dubbc11 · 1 year ago

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Songbird Pt. 2

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Some swear words, tears, mentions of PTSD and suicide, sex is mentioned

Word Count: 4.2k-ish

Summary: Continued from Part 1. Billy can’t stop thinking about you. His usual charm isn’t working so he tries a different approach and he starts to wear you down.

A/N: I will say, I’m having fun writing this little series. Like I mentioned in part 1, there is a playlist that goes along with it and the two songs I used in this part are Happy by Leona Lewis and Angel Standing By by Jewel. I highly encourage you to listen to that playlist. It’s linked in the masterlist for this series.

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

She was all you could think about on your way home last night, lying in bed, and the following day. Out of all the songs she sang last night, the one that struck you the most was Paint it, Black. You knew what the song was about…grief, depression, and loss of hope.

Those were three emotions you knew all too well so maybe she did too? Her performance was so raw and full of passion. It could have all been just for the audience, to give them a good show but there was more to it than that. There was more behind those beautiful eyes of hers.

She really did have beautiful eyes.

Eyes that locked on yours more than once last night although you could tell she didn’t want to but she couldn’t help it. The times you’ve seen her in the building, you pictured her underneath you, fucking her.

To hear her scream your name as you slammed hard into her over and over again crossed your mind on more than one occasion…actually it was every time you saw her.

She would have been just another notch on your belt which is what you were used to, you didn’t have feelings, or form attachments. That’s not what you wanted but she was different, so what changed?

Music did things to you that you couldn’t quite explain and you definitely did not want to admit, especially to a woman. In the group home, music was your escape. You could tune everything out and it made you forget about being alone even if it’s only for a little while.

To choose a song like that, there had to be reasoning behind it. Maybe it helped her through her grief or depression. You had the strongest urge to tell her these things even though you barely knew her.

Her words repeated harshly over and over again in your head. “You’re gonna have to try a little harder than that.”

She wasn’t like the others. All you had to do for most women was to open your mouth and say “hello” or smile at them. Their panties practically fell off all by themselves, you didn’t have to try at all. She was challenging, mysterious and sexy. You actually liked the fact that she didn’t let you get away with just a wink and a smile.

But you didn’t know what to do. How can you prove to her that you were interested in her and not just interested in her because you wanted to sleep with her? Trying to win her over was as difficult as trying to capture a smile in a bottle. She may not have said yes to your invitation for a date but she didn’t flat out tell you “no” either.

The way she pulled you in close by your hair, your bodies sharing the same space and her harsh whispers made you so hard. It was all you could do to NOT have a low moan fall from your lips as she whispered into your ear.

She did seem interested but impervious to your usual charm and charisma. You wanted to do something for her to show you were serious but what could you do? Flowers and candy seemed cliché and she’d see right through that.

She was performing again tonight at the same club, you would have to think of something before then.

You

It wasn’t that you didn’t find Billy Russo attractive, of course you did. You just didn’t like the playboy, manwhore vibe he gave off, which he obviously was. Out of all of those women he brought home, none of them brought anything to the table? They didn’t have things in common? He really would just fuck them and then tell them to leave.

But he walked in off of the street and into the club because he heard YOUR voice, with a date in tow, and ignored her so he could pay attention to YOU.

He was already making an effort to change that nickname.

There was something in front of your apartment door when you arrived back from your sound check for tonight. It was a beautiful cherry wood box with a note attached.

You brought it inside and set it down on your dining room table. Butterflies danced around in your stomach, somehow you knew it was from Billy without even opening the note.

The box looked and felt expensive, it had weight to it. Unfolding the note, a little smile stretched across your face. It WAS from Billy.

I couldn’t decide which kind to get for you so I just bought them all. There are six kinds in there that are supposed to be good for singers. I hope you like it. –Billy, The Penthouse Playboy

Unless he knew off the top of his head which kind of teas were best for singers, Billy had to either ask or look it up.

He was actually taking this seriously. But why? Was it because he actually liked you or was it because he wanted to see if he could get you into bed?

You opened the box. Inside, neatly arranged and separated by type, were six kinds of tea. Ginger, chamomile, licorice root, throat soother, green tea, and an immunity booster tea.

Well, you did tell him he was going to have to do better than relying on his charm. Billy certainly did better than you had expected him to. This was…a very thoughtful gift. But would he continue to try this hard?

Time will tell.

Billy

It was killing you not knowing if she liked her gift or not. You paced the room as your muscles stiffened worrying about it. You did all the research about which kind of teas were good for singers and you went to a specialty tea shop to get the best and freshest ones.

You could easily find ten women that wouldn’t make you work this hard at earning a date. But you didn’t want anyone else, you wanted to be the object of HER affection.

You found yourself periodically checking the stairs outside your penthouse to see if she was there, practicing. And desperately wanting her to be there so you could listen, wondering what she would be singing tonight.

When she practiced alone, there was something special about her voice being stripped down with no music, she could hear it but you couldn’t and you actually didn’t need to.

She sounded perfect without any music playing and you couldn’t wait to see her tonight.

You

The crowd was almost the same size as it was last night, give or take a few more because it was Saturday night, date night. There were quite a few couples out there as you scanned the audience from behind the curtain. He was at the same table as last night and he was alone. You were surprised he showed up again tonight.

Billy was dressed in a gray sweater and black jeans. One look at him and you could tell he was a confident man and used to getting what he wanted. He was a man used to having women crawl over themselves to get to him but not used to being second best which is why you decided to tease him a little and make him jealous.

Some of your regular groupies were front and center again tonight and again they brought you bouquets of flowers so you paid them a little extra attention tonight during a song called Happy.

I could stand by the side

And watch this life pass me by

So unhappy

But safe as could be

So what if it hurts me?

So what if I break down?

So what if this world just throws me off the edge

My feet run out of ground

I gotta find my place

I wanna hear my sound

Don't care about all the pain in front of me

I'm just tryna be happy

I just wanna be happy, yeah

Looking into your other admirers’ eyes as you sang, touching their hands, and gently brushing their shoulders as you walked by was driving Billy crazy. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him…flaring fury in his eyes as he took sips of his bourbon.

But you started to feel bad for teasing him like that but at least he knew what it was like to play second fiddle and Billy Russo did NOT like it at all.

Moving from table to table in the front row, you finally made your way over to your left where Billy’s table was to sing just for him.

Holding on tightly

Just can't let it go

Just trying to play my role

Slowly disappear, oh

But all these days

They feel like they're the same

Just different faces

Different names

Get me out of here

He handed you a single red rose that had been resting next to his drink and his eyes softened when he looked at you from the piercing stare they had been before. Holding the microphone away from your mouth for a split second, you leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Thank you for the tea box, I love it.”

You held that rose for the rest of your show, and you didn’t mean to but you loved it. You loved that he didn’t buy you a massive bouquet of flowers like some of these other guys did, that’s not what you wanted. Between the tea box and the rose, it was getting harder and harder to resist his charms.

So what if it hurts me?

So what if I break down?

So what if this world just throws me off the edge?

My feet run out of ground

I gotta find my place

I wanna hear my sound

Don't care about all the pain in front of me

I just wanna be happy

It had been so long since you had been truly happy. Your set list wasn’t just a bunch of covers, they were a diary of songs that you needed at some point during the course of your life.

Some days you would listen to the same song over and over again because it was the only way you could feel better after having a bad day, a bad week, a bad month.

You didn’t know anything about Billy, but you could tell that hell was burning behind his deep dark eyes. A man like that definitely had a secret or two but so does everyone else.

Maybe you were almost done playing hardball with Billy Russo.

Billy

Over the next few weeks, you learned her schedule. You assigned people to tail her every day. She worked a regular 9-5 office job for an excellent contractor company, her favorite addition to her coffee was cinnamon, she spent time in her favorite bookstore every Wednesday, and she visited the cemetery every Thursday.

After some digging, you found out the grave she was visiting was her ex-boyfriend that killed himself after she broke up with him.

She probably blames herself so that would explain some of the songs in her setlist. You barely knew her and yet you were absolutely intrigued by her which has never happened before.

You didn’t develop feelings, but there was a reason you caught her singing in the stairwell that night. And since that night, you had eavesdropped on her a few more times and actually felt really bad for doing it.

She thought she was completely alone out there, vulnerable, and you were just on the other side of that door spying on her.

After a long day at work, you came home to a note under your door.

I’m going to be at the club tonight if you’d like to come. I can put your name on the list so you don’t have to pay the cover. Let me know. –Y/N

And it had her number on the bottom. It had been a number of weeks and you still didn’t have her number until now. It was almost 19:00, she was probably already there and more than likely she started at 21:00.

You quickly pulled out your phone to text her.

“I’d love to come see you tonight…and thank you for giving me your number.”

Almost as quickly as you sent her a text, another one came in right after.

“Who is this? How did you get this number?”

Very confused you started to type back but another message came in right behind it.

“I’m just kidding…I’ll see you soon, Billy”

A shy smile stretched across your face and you shook your head while looking at her text, you really were smitten with her.

**********

You

You hated to admit to yourself that you enjoyed seeing Billy in the front row on the nights you performed. He gave you a single red rose each time and he didn’t know that you saved each one, they hung upside down in front of your kitchen window.

Each time you looked at them, it was hard not to smile. You never saved any of the other flowers you received from admirers, you let the club keep them.

Now that he had your number, he would text during the day while the both of you were at work and he’d call when he got home at night.

It was nice just talking and joking with him and it almost made you forget about what a playboy he was, and he hadn’t even asked you to go out with him since that first night he watched you sing at the club.

You were…friends.

It had also been a long time since he had brought any woman home with him. You knew this because he would call at almost the exact same time every night and while he didn’t talk much, he loved to listen to you talk so he never stopped asking questions.

And any time you would ask him questions, he would divert back to you. The two of you would be on the phone until late in the evening hours.

He was so secretive or he just really didn’t want to talk about his past. There were things from your past that you didn’t really like talking about either…maybe you would eventually though.

After one particularly long winded story of yours, he surprised you with a question.

“So do you think I’ve earned that date yet, y/n?” He asked.

Biting down on your lower lip to keep from smiling, you answered him. “What did you have in mind, Billy?”

“What about coffee, on your way home from work tomorrow?” He asked, his voice was soft and smooth like warm honey.

Tomorrow was Wednesday. You always stop at your favorite bookstore on your way home from work on Wednesdays but they also have a café inside.

“Well I always stop at the bookstore on my way home on Wednesdays but they do have a café inside if you’d like to meet me there.” You said.

“I’d love to.” He said.

You were thankful that you were on the phone with him and not face to face because you felt the warmth rise to your cheeks and you started to blush.

“Ok, great. The place is called Shakespeare & Co. and the address is 2020 Broadway. I’ll see you tomorrow around 5:15. Don’t be late or I’m leavin’.” You joked.

“Oh I won’t be…I’ll see you tomorrow. G’night y/n.” He whispered.

“G’night Billy.” You replied.

Billy

Of course you knew the bookstore she was talking about, you knew it had a café inside which is why you asked her out for coffee on a Wednesday.

There were a lot of things you wanted to tell her like how you had her followed, how you knew about her ex, and how you discovered her favorite singing spot in the building but you were afraid of her reaction. You were afraid she would be angry and she’d never want to see or speak to you again.

The last thing you wanted to do was lie to her. For the first time in probably your entire life, you actually cared about someone, someone other than yourself. You did things for her that you never did for any other woman. You catered to her, went out of your way to give her a gift that you knew she’d really like, and paid attention to her.

And in return, she made you laugh which was difficult to do, she never wanted anything from you, and she made you feel like you were the only person in the room when she sang.

But she needed to know the truth even if it meant she would be angry.

17:15…you arrived right on time and found her sitting with a book in hand at a table with two coffees. She had on a black sweater, soft waves in her hair and she looked absolutely beautiful.

“I’m not late, am I?” You asked.

A smile stretched across her face and showed off the little laugh lines by her eyes.

“No, no…you’re right on time, Mr. Russo. Now you can tell me if I got your coffee order wrong but you strike me as a black coffee drinker, possibly with one sugar which is why I left the sugar packet next to the cup…just in case.” She said.

You flashed her a slight smile. “I do like it with one sugar, gotta be at least a little sweet, right?” You said.

“You have a sweet tooth…noted.” She said with a warm smile, motioning like she made a check mark on a piece of paper.

She asked you how your day was. It was a small gesture but you really loved that about her, she always asked about your day and you asked about hers. You asked her about the book she was reading and about the pile of books on the table that she was going to buy.

You loved to read too, books were really all you had on deployment, and told her that one of the reasons you chose the apartment you did was because it had a library.

After making small talk for awhile, you felt it was time to confess.

“Y/n? Part of the reason I asked you out for coffee today was because I knew you were coming here anyway. I know you come here every Wednesday.” You told her.

The line of her mouth tightened, she was clearly uncomfortable.

“H-how do you know that, Billy?” She choked out.

“Because I put a tail on you. I wanted to find out more about you since I didn’t know anything and—“ You said.

She interrupted you. “Wait…what? You had me FOLLOWED?!” She said with disdain dripping from her voice.

“I did but let me explain.” You said.

She narrowed her eyes. “What else do you know?!” She asked.

You responded. “Well, I know you like to add cinnamon to your coffee, I know you come here every Wednesday and I know that every Thursday you—“

You stopped short, trying to finish the sentence but you couldn’t do it.

She had tears in her eyes, they were sad and angry at the same time. “You know I visit Corey every Thursday, don’t you. Just say it.” She said.

“I know you visit Corey every Thursday.” You said, trying to match your anger with hers. You really had no right to be angry but she could have told you.

All of those late night conversations and not one mention of him, but there were plenty of things you haven’t told her yet. You knew it wasn’t really fair to be cross with her.

She pushed herself away from the table and grabbed her coat. She left her coffee and the pile of books on the table and walked out.

“Fuck.” You muttered to yourself as you watched her walk away from you, without turning back.

You

How could he invade your privacy like that?! If he wanted to know more about you, he could have just asked. He didn’t have to have you followed, you were more hurt than anything, and couldn’t stop the tears from streaking down your cheeks on your walk home.

You could have told him about Corey, it’s not like you didn’t have ample opportunity with all of your late night conversations. But it was still really hard to talk about even though it had been a long time since he passed and you still felt like you were to blame.

It was your fault, you broke up with him and broke his heart, but Corey was also a soldier with PTSD, like Billy. He carried a lot of guilt and pain that had nothing to do with you and you felt like he needed help but it wasn’t fair to either one of you to continue with a relationship that was unstable.

The guilt still consumed you, it gave you nightmares and you didn’t tell Billy any of that. It felt like you were probably both to blame for the mess you were in at the moment.

You had a gig at the club coming up in a few days and had been practicing a new song with the band but you hadn’t really tried it by yourself. It was mostly vocals and very little instrumentation so your vocals had to be on point. You decided to practice the song tonight.

Waiting in the stairwell until Billy got back made you extremely nervous. You were half expecting him to get off the elevator with another woman that he just happened to pick up on the way home but you were surprised to see that he got off the elevator alone with a dejected look on his face and you noticed he had the books in his hands that you had planned on buying before abruptly leaving like you did.

Feeling a sharp pain in your chest at the sight of those books, your heart swelled and a gasp escaped your lips. You couldn’t believe he bought them for you.

Instead of practicing, you thought about knocking on his door and apologizing for storming out. You didn’t approve of what he did but maybe you did understand why he did it. You decided to practice first and apologize after.

All through the night,

I'll be watching over you

And All through the night,

I'll be standing over you

And through the bad dreams,

I'll be right there baby,

Telling you everything is gonna be alright

And when you cry,

I'll be there baby

Telling you you're never nothing

Less than beautiful

So don't you worry,

I'm your Angel standing by.

You burst into tears after you were finished, there were so many emotions you were feeling about Billy, about Corey, and thinking about how all you wanted was to be happy again. Billy made you happy, you had been smiling a lot more and it was because of him.

Suddenly you heard a gentle knock on the glass and you turned slightly to see him staring fondly at you, his liquid brown eyes told you he was sorry and you turned the handle to open the door for him.

“That was beautiful.” He said. “I also know you come out here to practice sometimes.”

You tried to smile but all you could do was crash into him and sob into his chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around you and just let you cry.

“It’s all my fault, Billy! He’s dead because of me!” You sobbed uncontrollably.

Through your tears, you managed to tell Billy about your relationship with Corey and told him everything that wasn’t in the newspaper. And he just sat with you on the top step, holding you, stroking your hair and he listened. He listened as you told him everything.

He spoke softly. “Listen to me, y/n. Look at me.”

You lifted your head that was resting under his arm to look at him.

“What happened to Corey was NOT your fault. You gotta stop blaming yourself for it because it’s not your fault. I’m gonna keep telling you that until you believe me.” He said. “I’m sorry for having you followed and I’m sorry for eavesdropping when you practice here, I just…I just love listening to you sing.” And he gently brushed the tears off of your cheeks.

Tears still pricked your eyes as you bit down on your lower lip before asking “You do?”

“Of course I do…you think I come to the club just to drink? They don’t even have GOOD bourbon.” He said.

You chuckled a little through your tears and composed yourself long enough to tell him “I think you might have earned the right to a new nickname tonight, Mr. Russo, although I haven’t decided what it’s going to be quite yet.” You said with a warm smile.

You could feel a smile stretch across Billy’s face as he gently pressed his lips against your forehead.

He pulled away to gaze at you as he said “Well I can’t wait to hear what is, my little songbird.”

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