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lady-wallace · 8 months

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Whumptober Day 6 - "All Eyes" (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Fugo and Narancia find themselves in a very bad situation in today's @whumptober prompt while Bucciarati is forced to watch his youngest teammates torture via a random video

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Prompts Used: Recording, Made to Watch Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5 Character(s): Fugo & Narancia

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The last thing Bucciarati wanted to do was watch the tape that had ended up on his doorstep. Especially since he had a good idea what it might contain, what with his two youngest team members currently missing in action.

Abbacchio and Mista were still out looking for any leads, so Bucciarati hooked the VCR up by himself and put the video in.

The screen was black for a few seconds before the video started. The room was dimly lit, but it was easy enough for Bucciarati to pick out the two familiar figures and his heart dropped.

Fugo and Narancia were both tied to chairs, facing each other in a nondescript room. Fugo was the only one blindfolded and gagged however, Narancia's eyes staring wide and terrified around the room, watching the camera until a figure appeared from one side of the room, walking toward them.

"What are you doing?" Narancia demanded, pulling against the ropes holding him. "What the hell do you want!"

"We want cooperation from Bucciarati," said a voice from behind the camera and boy did that make Bruno's blood boil, but he forced himself to keep watching. "And I've been told the best way to do that is to go through his team. Which is why we're making this little video for him. So if you're watching, Bucciarati, pay attention. Your boys will have twenty-four hours after this tape is delivered to you for you to make good on your end of the bargain. And trust me, these two have already caused me enough trouble and loss. I'd be more than justified in doing away with them. So you better show up on the dot or, well, here's a little taste of what my boys will do to them before they get a bullet between the eyes."

Bucciarati clenched his hands tightly as he continued watching the video, heart dropping further as the man standing between the two captives instantly went toward Fugo.

The blond was already visibly shaking, head twitching around at every sound, before practically flipping out as the man got behind him and grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back.

"You let go of him!" Narancia snarled, straining in his bonds.

The man pulled out a knife and scraped it lightly down Fugo's exposed throat, making him flinch. The knife continued down over his collarbone and finally hooked into the collar of his shirt. The man flicked his wrist and cut Fugo's shirt open in one swift movement.

Fugo flailed, making a muffled sound of protest and Narancia practically up-ended his chair as he struggled.

"Don't you fucking touch him!" Narancia screamed. "I'll cut your liver out and ram it down your throat!"

"Ah, so that is the one who doesn't like to be touched," said the voice behind the camera. "We made the right choice then."

"You bastards!" Narancia shouted as the man with the knife wrapped one hand around Fugo's neck, holding him steady as he loomed over him from behind in a way that Bruno knew would be incredibly triggering for the young man. He felt the urge to scream like Narancia as he watched Fugo's hands clench against the arms of the chair, visibly trembling. The knife trailed down his chest, leaving red lines in the pale flesh.

"I'll kill all of you if you don't stop touching him! What the hell do you want?!"

The man didn't reply, but some signal seemed to be passed because the man tormenting Fugo put his knife aside and pulled out a set of brass knuckles, clenching his fist around them.

Bruno swore under his breath as he watched Fugo get brutally beaten, bloody welts and deep bruises breaking out across his exposed skin.

Narancia was crying in frustration now, his own attempts at escape forming raw patches of skin where the rope chafed against him.

"Stop it, stop it! Torture me, you assholes! Give him a break!" Narancia pleaded.

The man behind the camera chuckled and walked over to Fugo, waving his goon off for the moment. Fugo was shivering, chest heaving with pained breaths. The man reached out to run his knuckles over Fugo's face and the blond gave a strangled cry and pulled away.

"Does it bother you to see them like this, Bucciarati?" the man asked, glancing over his shoulder at the camera, "Or do you need more convincing?"

God no, Bruno pleaded silently, but there was nothing he could do. Even if he were to run off and find the boys now it wouldn't stop everything that was on this tape.

The goon went off screen and returned with a bucket of water and a cloth. He kicked Fugo's chair over so he was lying helplessly on his back, still bound.

"What are you going to do to him?" Narancia demanded.

Fugo struggled, and the torturer put the cloth over Fugo's face before pouring half the bucket of water over him.

Fugo gagged, struggling desperately against the ropes, trying to turn his head to the side, but with the wet cloth suffocating him and the gag in his mouth, Bruno could only imagine what he was going through.

The rest of the bucket was poured over him, concentrated on his mouth and nose.

The gurgling choking sounds Fugo was making picked up all too well on the camera and Bucciarati felt sick to his stomach, especially accompanied by Narancia's pleading sobs.

"Please stop, he can't breathe! He can't breathe, dammit! You're gonna kill him!"

Another bucket was brought and Narancia finally had to look away, hanging his head as he continued sobbing.

The man from behind the camera walked over to him and grabbed him by the hair, hauling Narancia's tear-stained face up so that he was forced to watch Fugo's struggles weaken, body shuddering as he continued to choke on the water.

"I didn't tell you you could look away, brat. This is your punishment too."

"Fugo, hold on, please hold on!" Narancia cried.

Finally, the torturer took the wet cloth from Fugo's face and shoved his chair onto its side now.

Fugo choked, water spraying out of his nose, more trickling past his gag, but he seemed able to breathe again.

The torturer moved around and kicked Fugo in the chest, forcing more water from his lungs as he choked on the gag.

The man who had Narancia finally released him and returned to the camera, speaking directly into it this time. "Twenty-four hours, Bucciarati. You know what I want." Then the video cut out.

Bucciarati released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, finally unclenching his fists only to realize he had been digging his nails into his palms, leaving bloody crescents there.

He forced himself to look at the note that had accompanied the video tape stating the money asked for and the meeting place.

He swallowed hard and called Abbacchio.

"I know who has them," he said as the other gangster answered. "I'll send you the address of the meeting spot."

He didn't even care at the moment that he was digging into Passione coffers. He would take out this bastard later, spend the next week hunting him down and demolishing his entire gang. As long as he had his boys back safe first, that was all that mattered.

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Narancia had been watching Fugo have a panic attack for the last half hour, feeling so horribly helpless.

They'd been chained up purposefully on opposite sides of the room so Narancia couldn't reach his friend. Couldn't try to loosen the ropes they had wrapped around Fugo making it impossible for him to move and difficult for him to breathe with his soaking gag and injured ribs. Fugo just lay there and shook, breaths shallow and hissing, whimpering every once in a while. He couldn't imagine how hard this was for Fugo right now, blind, helpless, but at least he could still hear, and Narancia constantly spoke to him, trying to keep him as calm as possible.

"Bucciarati will come get us, you know he will," Narancia was saying for the hundredth time. "It's just you and me in here, Fugo. I won't let them touch you again, I swear. I'll kill them first."

He wasn't actually sure if Fugo was hearing any of this, he seemed so far gone, but Narancia continued to strain as far as he could against the chains locking him to the wall, trying to get as close to his friend as he could. He wished he had a humanoid Stand in that moment. Something with hands. It wasn't like he could shoot Fugo's bonds with Aerosmith.

New terror pricked him as he heard footsteps on the other side of the door. He admittedly cowered away as it was flung open, but tears of relief began flowing the instant he saw who it was on the other side.

"B-Bucciarati!" he cried, relief making him collapse.

"Narancia," Bucciarati breathed before calling over his shoulder where sounds of gunfire and fighting could be heard. "I've got the boys! You take care of things out there!"

Sticky Fingers made short work of Narancia's bonds and he was instantly crawling toward Fugo.

"Fugo, Bucciarati and the others are here now. We're getting out of here!"

Fugo was still shaking and Narancia turned pleadingly toward Bucciarati who used his Stand to free Fugo too.

The blond instantly flailed, reaching up to claw at his face, but he was only succeeding in tightening the knots on the gag and blindfold.

"Fugo, wait!" Narancia said, reaching out, only to have Fugo cry out and flinch away. "Hey, it's just me," Narancia was saying. "Here, just give me one hand, okay? So you know where I am."

Fugo's panicked breaths were stifled behind the gag and he was shaking uncontrollably.

"Fugo, just one hand," Narancia pleaded.

Fugo finally stopped tearing at his gag and shakingly held out a hand.

"Okay, I'm going to take your hand, it's just me, I promise."

Narancia reached out and wrapped his fingers around Fugo's, squeezing tightly. Fugo flinched initially, but then caught Narancia's hand in a desperate grip, slumped against the wall.

"That's great! You know I'm here now," Narancia said, smiling reassuringly even though Fugo couldn't see him. "Bucciarati's also here. Can he help you get that crap off your face?"

Following Narancia's lead, Bucciarati knelt and held out a hand. "Panna," he said gently. "You can put you hand on my shoulder so you know where I am. Would that help?"

Fugo gave a jerky nod and hesitantly reached out his other hand.

Bucciarati guided it to his shoulder and Fugo's fingers clenched in his coat.

"Good," Bucciarati murmured. "Now I'm going to get the blindfold and gag off. Is that okay?"

Fugo nodded again and squeezed Narancia's hand hard as Bucciarati unknotted the gag and blindfold as quickly as possible.

Once free, Fugo took a shuddering breath, blinking as he looked around frantically.

"Fugo? Hey," Narancia coaxed and the violet eyes finally landed on him, welling.

Narancia opened his arms, letting Fugo make the decision himself.

The blond took a shuddering breath before he practically collapsed against Narancia, wrapping his arms around him so tightly that Narancia almost couldn't breathe now. Though he certainly didn't mind at all.

Bucciarati let out a weighty sigh and also enveloped them both in a hug, running fingers through Narancia's hair.

"You're both safe now. Let's get you home."

Narancia reluctantly started to pull away but found Fugo's hand caught in his shirt, keeping a tight hold on him.

"Nara," he said, voice hoarse. "Thanks. If you weren't here I…" he took a shuddering breath. "Thank you."

"You know I always have your back," Narancia said, tearing up again as he squeezed Fugo one more time before climbing shakily to his feet and helping his friend up, allowing Fugo to lean on him. "Are you good?"

"I'll be fine," Fugo replied tiredly, stumbling out after Bucciarati who kept his watchful eye on them. Narancia silently promised to stay with Fugo through his recovery. If he had been forced to watch his torture then he chose to watch over his friend while he was healing as well.

#whumptober2023 #no.6 #recording #made to watch #jojo's bizarre adventure #fanfic #torture #waterboarding #beating #non consensual touching tw #panic attacks #narancia ghirga #pannacotta fugo #pannacotta fugo whump #protective bucciarati #jjba fanfic #golden wind #vento aureo

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randomfoggytiger · 11 months

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X-Files Collector's Edition: MOTW but Rinse and Repeat

MOTWs were among the best of The X-Files episodes... but what if those monsters had follow up episodes?

Honorable mention: @paperheartsarts/Paper_hearts_and_homemade_arts's series If You Will Let Me (which is still on-going) which follows Padgett's demon pursuing Scully even after death. Horrifying hallucinations and real, physical danger nearly claim her and Mulder's lives.

Loose chronological order below~

Pattie's It and Them

""Mulder, you're not going to believe this... "

"I believe in all kinds of things, Scully." He looked at his watch. "Isn't it past your bed time?"

"Jane Doe appears to have become John Doe." She kept her eyes on the infant and waited for her partner's reply. "Remember the Amish outside of Steveston?"

"What?" Mulder sat up. Now HE was fully awake.""

Mulder and Scully do their best to aid an ex-Kindred cult member's baby that she leaves on Scully's doorstep.

Offspring

""The doctor ushered Mulder and Scully into a small office where he had a desk. "I know. You must think this is just something in the lake water, or regular hepatitis. But this kid puked up what looks to be a flatworm."

"A fluke." Mulder nodded to Scully.

"Yes, a fluke. Last month, we removed one from a woman's liver, and it wasn't a typical fluke. We embalmed it until we could find someone to identify it. Then, when Kevin Johnson was brought here yesterday, we had our second fluke. It's in an aquarium in the same lab. as the one we embalmed.""

S4: Flukeman-infested lake.

Genetic Appetite

""Scully was adamant. "We are staying." She knew she wasn't going to have a good night's sleep when Mulder started thinking aloud in the lobby of the apartment building.

"You don't suppose he... "

Scully's patience was wearing thin. "What? Don't suppose he what?"

"Mated. Well, it's not that impossible to believe, Scully. All beings have the urge to procreate. Maybe he could get through a date without eating.""

Liver extractions and bodies are piling up... but Tooms is dead. Mulder and Scully track down an unexpected source.

EllieL/Ellie's Rendering Judgment of Chthonic Gods

""Atropos has cut the line. You saw it happen. Whatever you may see that she has to do in the future, the decision was made that she shall not continue. It cannot be undone, not by my will nor my husband's."

"You could give her a choice. She's coming here unguided, and has dipped her hand in the river and tasted it. That must change matters."

"That--that does change matters, somewhat. She was a good woman in life, and I am not unsympathetic to her or what you see of her future. And she still has a choice where to drink. Let her make that choice, and perhaps she'll make the decision for us.""

Scully's nurse in One Breath bargained indirectly with her son-in-law, Death, for her patient's life. Invisible deals are struck, allowing Scully both to live and to see her father one last time.

JET/Jesemie's Evil Twin/eviljesemie's Things That Lie Outside

""He must have been the one to apologize but has no idea what he really said. After the family leaves, he realizes her presence behind him. Turning, he catches an expression on her face so protective of him he almost steps back. She straightens up, goes to grab their files off the internal audit conference table.

It might not have been there at all, that look. Probably not. Almost 100% guaranteed it was not.

He misses his sister at this moment, he realizes, because in every alternate world he's imagined, every place Samantha is alive and well and his sister, she has grown up to be the kind of person he would tell about that look, and he might let something into his voice that she would suspect, and it would be a secret between them.""

Post Paper Hearts Scully finds the last girl, setting her partner free from this last horrific hold.

Justin Glasser's (xphilefic) Kevin

""Miss Scully, this is Nathan, Kevin's brother. I talked to you today and--Miss Scully, I don't know if this is, like, your jurisdiction or what, but if there's anything you can do--he's gone, and we can't--I don't think we can find him. He said he was afraid of the moloch and I didn't believe him . . . Miss Scully, please." Click. The machine whirred in rewind, and shut off, light glowing placidly.

"You don't know what that is?" she asked.

Mulder shrugged. "Can't know everything, I guess.""

S5? Scully is called two years later when Kevin Kryder goes missing. While she and Mulder locate Kevin, his new brother is taken as well... and killed.

msk's (Ao3), bcfan’s, maybe_amanda/MaybeAmanda's (Site, LiveJournal), Tesla's (XLibris), Amy's, Kmom's, Lucy Marchmont's

Jabberwocky

""Sybil, have you go got a crucifix, a cross, an article or symbol of your faith on or about your person? Necklace, earrings, scapular, sacred vestments of any sort? Bottle of holy water, maybe?..."

Sybil shook her head. "I have another pair of duck earrings in my purse. How's that?"

"Probably not enough."

"Mulder," Scully said, her voice sounding harsh even to her own ears, "I'm giving you three seconds to start making some sense. One, two-"

"The glyphs," he said. "It's like a welcome mat. Only instead of saying *Welcome,* or *The Addams Family,* this is more like, *Vlad lives here. Trespassers will be eaten*.""

S6 (or S7) Mulder takes Scully back to Texas for another undead case, courtesy of Frohike. Between her jealousy of a flirty, bubbly redhead, pique at Mulder's constant Sheriff Hartwell teasing, enjoyment at an incredibly fancy hotel her partner booked specifically for her, and fear of said flirty redhead's two horrific insurance brother-bosses, Scully is torn between annoyance and affection. She is, however, able to pull it together just in time for the crazy finale involving her partner, a vampire feast auction, and a law enforcement bust led by the vampire Sheriff himself.

Maria Nicole’s

Stand by the Window

""Once they had tracked him down, only his threatened cascade of disclosure kept them at a distance, growling and snapping.

A few years ago he might have fought them, might have tried to disappear for good, or else oust Strughold. Now he was simply tired of it all.

And so he was finally forced to live the life he had pretended to have all along.""

The Well-Manicured Man survived FTF's car bomb, fending off his compatriots with threats of exposure. Plunging himself into caged retirement, he awaits the inevitable, befriending his spy-housekeeper leading up to the events of One Son.

Bridge

""So what do you want to call them? Little bug-boys?"

"Bug-ees. Buggers. The deadened. The ungrateful dead. Deadheads. Hey, yeah...deadheads."

She looked like she was struggling to suppress the smile, but it came out anyway. "All right, so we have the disappearance of these deadheads from the previous case. We have two people dead now, with some sort of puncture wound in the back of their neck. Have you considered that you were hallucinating?"

"I thought you just said you believed--" She shook her head. "That Pincus injected those people, without a doubt. But what if...you've been assuming that he's a large insect-like creature who can trick others into believing he's human. What if it's the other way around? What if he's a human who can trick others into believing he's a monster?""

Field Trip Mulder and Scully ditch their quarantine early, experiencing unexpectedly peaceful and soul-searching mind-melds while investigating a case very like Folie a Deux. The depths of Scully's plumbed from the depths of an ocean, Pincus and snake venom, and rescuing Mulder from himself-- this is a gorgeous read: more exploratorily honest than neck-stiffeningly intense.

Wylfcynne's Imagine

""He headed for the door, then hesitantly turned. "Agent Scully?"

She turned, surprised by his tone. "Yes?"

"You want to know why the X Files and the two of you have been shut down so hard?"

She stared at him. "We know why."

"Because you terrify them, Scully, with your courage, your integrity and your uncompromising principles. You terrify me and I'm on your side. Imagine how they feel.""

Post S.R. 819 Mulder and Scully are captured by a cult. He's infected with the black oil while Scully frees herself enough to call in Skinner and the cavalry. She then must save her partner, ruthlessly torturing the alien virus in his body to death. Everyone else stands in awe.

Joann Humby's The Pattern

""She kept her voice professionally mild even when she finally changed the subject. "Skinner said that Diana Fowley worked for Patterson."

He let his hand rest on her shoulder, admiring her courage. "I effectively introduced them. He liked her." He ignored the way that Scully flinched, and was grateful that she bit down her instinctive response to his remark. Talking was hard.... "After the Props case, he helped her to get funding for her research. In San Francisco," he added, not quite disguising the amusement in his voice. If Scully could be courageous then so could he. "About as far away from me as he could manage."

"But you still left the ISU?"

"Reggie was willing to take me off Patterson's hands. He wasn't in a position to say no."

"And you and Diana?"

"It suited us. A couple of thousand miles apart.""

Post Amor Fati Mulder's history with Monty Propps becomes relevant again. He slowly unravels the current mystery whilst reflecting on his past with Diana and his possible future with Scully, IVF, and angels. (There are even sections from Diana's POV during her early relationship which delves into her assignment to California and her recruitment parallel to Mulder's discovery of the X-Files.)

aka Jake/ aka_Jake ’s (Gossamer) Reprise

""She turned to face him, laundry abandoned. “I don’t have to tell you, we saw Eugene Tooms chopped into a million pieces by an escalator.”

“I noticed that.”

“City Square thoroughly cleaned the area before the shopping mall reopened. They sent us their bill.”

“Maybe they missed a spot.”

“And what, Tooms grew a new body from a finger or a pinky toe?”

Mulder tapped the end of his nose.

“No.” She shook her head. “It’s impossible.""

Post S11 Mulder and Scully battle another Eugene Tooms-like case... in fact, it is Tooms, who just won't die.

Gefangener (txt)

""Opponents of the death penalty often cite that capital punishment is not a deterrent to murder, those executed are usually poor, and many innocent people have been wrongly sentenced to death.

Tell it to someone who cares.

...Special Agent Fox Mulder has not seen Gerry Schnauz since testifying at his trial. He isn't sympathetic to the fact that Schnauz is a diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic, who, according to his court-appointed lawyer, belongs in Melvoin Psychiatric Hospital, not a maximum security prison.

Fox Mulder wishes Gerry Schnauz had committed his crimes in one of the forty states that gas, electrocute or inject its serial killers.""

AU-- Post Unruhe Mulder darkly reflects on Schnauz not getting the death penalty while Scully lies forever in bed, her mind ruined.

@admiralty-xfd/admiralty's Novam Domum

""Seventeen year old Daisy Peacock stepped on the gas but wasn’t certain where she was headed. The radio blasted Del Shannon and she rolled her window down. The smell inside the car was awful.

...Edmund Peacock sat stoic in the front seat, staring straight ahead, not saying anything. He never said anything. And her mother laid in back, blood slick down her thighs, screaming not out of pain but of rage. The noise was akin to the whinnying of a horse, or cattle being zapped. All she wanted was to make the sound stop the way Father would when the babies came out all wrong.

Waiting was her only option. Mother wasn’t long for this world, anyway.""

Post S11 Mulder and Scully were settling into their new lives as expecting parents when another family from their blast blows in, searching for their own place to call Home.

AUs

Adam Webb's Pyre

""As the casket stopped in front of him while loading documentation was double checked. Mulder saw L'Ively holding up his palm, displaying that it was empty in the manner of a theatrical magician. The next instant a tiny fluttering orange fire blossomed from his extended index finger. In the space of a second its intensity quadrupled, flaring into a pencil-thin lance of white hot flame. Coming from the casket a high-pitched beeping sound filled the air, indicating that the rise in temperature had been registered by in-built sensors. L'Ively appeared unconcerned, either with the fact that his pyrokinetic display had tripped the alarm or that his skin was being consumed. Mulder had a fleeting vision of the wiry little Englishman's body repairing itself and staggering out of the burning wreckage of a downed aircraft. It was a fact stranger than fiction that Lively had already survived three deaths. But all of those had been death by fire, Mulder reminded himself, falling from a great height would prove as fatal to L'Ively as it would to anyone else. Grinning like a hob-goblin L'Ively used the residue of his own melting flesh to draw a large greasy brown heart shape onto the glass, and through it blew a kiss to Scully. Then folding his blackened finger into his palm he abruptly banished the fire.""

Post Paper Clip Cecil L'Ively cut a deal with the government-- because, of course-- and puts Scully in a coma. Mulder and Phoebe team up to take him down, healing a few old wounds and earning a bit of redemption.

Thalia D'Muse's Nowhere to Hide

""The cabin is set back in the woods, two miles from the nearest dwelling. It is perfect. Your screams will be for my ears only. A sweet symphony with me as the sole audience. I shudder in anticipation as I remember your voice: a deep, sensuous alto, caressing my ears like a sultry torch song. I want to hear that voice again so badly. I want to hear that silky-smooth voice speak my name. I want to hear it scream, cry, beg for mercy. These are the sounds that will be music to my ears.

Sleep now, my Dana. We will be there soon.""

Alternating between the madness of Pfaster and the desperation of Mulder, this post Irresistible fic toys with an AU: if Donnie Pfaster were able to break free and recapture his last victim.

@slippinmickeys/Slippin' Mickeys's (Ao3) Unnamed (Ao3)

""Mulder felt like he’d been punched in the solar plexus.

“He killed her,” he said, deflating.

He’d been expecting a ‘we don’t know that yet’ or a ‘without a body, there’s still hope, Mulder.’ Instead, she said: “And you killed him.” Something in the way she held her shoulders made him think she wasn’t sorry for it.""

Post Paper Hearts Mulder finds a photograph of Samantha that matches the last cloth heart; but his extreme sorrow is immediately channeled into determination to save Scully from her cancer.

Erin M. Blair’s (Ao3) A Little Twist of Three

""Hold that thought," Scully replied, as carefully put down little Dana, and she opened the door. It was Kristen Kilar, one of Melissa's New Age friends.""

S1 deviated with Mulder and Scully becoming parents and a family. When S2 Duane Barry rolls around, it's Melissa Scully who is taken instead. Kristen Kilar is one of Missy's friends.

Kim Berglund's Blood Dimmed Tide

""Morbidly he reached in and slid out the state trooper's photo that had tormented him for many sleepless nights. Scully gagged and tied, her eyes wide with fear.

He dropped it back into the folder and closed his eyes.

It had been his darkest night. Until now.

He thought he could hear the beating of wings. La gargouille waiting impatiently for death.

Opening his eyes, Mulder let go of the file and reached for the one behind it.

Kristen Kilar, The Trinity Killers.""

Post Grotesque Scully is withdrawing from Mulder, thinking she's failed to help her partner-- giving up. Kristen arrives, creating more friction; and Mulder, sick of it all, pulls out his gun.

bellefleur/bellefleur1013's Triple Returns

""Kristen herself had not actually committed the murders the first time, but she had led her unholy trinity to each of the victims, and she alone as an observer knew the intimate details of each victim and crime scene. The identical nature of the crimes could only mean one thing--Kristen was reconstructing the path that had first brought them together. By duplicating the case that Mulder had solved, she was sure to attract his attention and draw him into it again.""

It's S7: Kristen Kilar is back; and Scully has to pry open Mulder about his past with her and save him from being turned into a vampire.

J. C. Sun's Leave

""Cold, very cold, yet lovely, this woman.

This coldness, this is what he lacks.

This coldness, it makes him better.

"Very pretty. You have good taste."

He starts.

He casts a nervous glance towards his gun. I laugh, and he relaxes.

"You are happy?" I say.

His mouth twitches, and I read that he is happy, as happy as he can ever be.""

Vampire Kristen lived, running across Mulder's path years later. She sees Scully, his peace, and-- finally-- her own reflection.

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

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flowerypotter · 2 years

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thinking of you, with my head underwater

For some reason she thought something would be fundamentally - biologically - wrong about being with him; like his calloused hands and messy hair and clean childhood simply could not belong with her sharp smile and dirty blood. Even so, her body has embraced him as her own; nestling him in her cooked grip and keeping him safe inside.

summer jily! in love jily! they love each other!!! yes they do!!

read here or on ao3!

and you’re moving, through my bloodstream

with every heartbeat it’s getting hard to remember to breathe

(Upstream - Anna Bates)

August has a restlessness to it - an urgency she feels and fears cannot escape. Something has been brewing in the pit of her stomach, rotting her liver - she knows the word for it; oh she’s used it many times. Never with him though, not just yet.

As the third weekend of the month approaches and her boyfriend invites her for a refreshing day by the pool she finds herself pondering if the questionable amount of sunscreen she’s applied makes her look like a bit of a snowman. She's in the midst of reflecting this pressing concern when someone puts an arm around her.

‘Red, please get your boyfriend to come out and have some fun.’ Sirius greets her. ‘He’s been moping about you abandoning him since the minute you left. It’s kind of pathetic actually.’

Sirius Black had not changed since she last saw him, same raven-black hair and aristocratic features. Same carefully careless mannerisms and slightly crooked smile.

She grins. ‘Hello to you too Sirius.’

He pats her head. ‘We’re out back. Did you bring drinks?’

She wiggles the bag hanging from her fingers. ‘Do you know where-?’

‘Yes yes, go on, he’s over there.’

James is leaning on the gateway to his pool. Messy hair sticking up and sporting summer-tanned skin glowing incandescently. He’s mid-laughter when she looks.

She admires him and his blinding smile - not at all ready for the overwhelming feeling that arises from her lungs and into her brain - leaving her lightheaded and unbalanced. She stumbles on a tricky step and he rushes to right her. ‘All right there, Lily?’

And there go the butterflies, always when he calls her name. So many years of curses and vicious surnames blossomed into affectionate touches, secrets and summers by his side.

‘Yeah, just the heat I reckon.’ Ohmygod what is wrong with her, he's her boyfriend for god's sake. She shouldn’t be blushing and stumbling around like some school-girl with a crush. Although, fair to say, indeed she is.

‘And your enthralling physique Prongs, I know you make me stumble around you too.’ Sirius winks.

‘Fuck off’

He salutes, bringing two fingers up to his temple. ‘As you wish.’ And promptly jumps into the pool, splashing Lily and making her squeal in surprise. ‘Fuck you.’ She calls after him.

James chuckles in response and turns his head to her.

Lily looks at him then, cupping his head and bringing it closer to her; their lips brushing. She smiles. ‘Hi’ .

James smiles back. ‘Hi.’

They pull apart and he tugs her into a hug. She rests her chin on his shoulders and he presses a kiss the crown of her head. ‘How was your summer?’

‘James, I saw you two weeks ago.’

‘Oh so now it's a crime to ask about my girlfriend.’

‘Shove off.’ She makes to step away from her but he grabs her by the waist.

They stay in silence for a few seconds, the air heavy with something sweet. Maybe she’s imagining it but it seems as though they’re both trying to bite back the same words.

James kicks a stray rock and brings a hand up to his hair ‘I’ve missed you, you know.’

She looks down at the water to avoid the intensity of his gaze; his reflection is so bright it hurts her eyes. I’ve missed you too, so much I can taste it, so much I've had to stop myself from showing up on your doorstep and taking your face in my arms and shouting my love for you from the highest rooftop in this cursed city.

‘James..’ She starts, she almost says it right then.

‘Hi Lily’. Interrupts a voice before she can complete her answer.

Remus Lupin comes into the garden wearing a white t-shirt and green swimming trunks, he’s shouldering a bunch of towels and maneuvers them to one side as soon as she sees him, raising a hand in greeting.

‘Remus!’ Lily screams and runs up to hug him. She wraps his fingers around his neck, and they lose balance with the force of the impact, he laughs into her hair and pats her back.

‘Wow, I did not get that much enthusiasm. Did you Prongs?’ Sirius comes up from behind, raising his sunglasses to his head in contempt.

James sighs. ‘We all knew Moony would steal her away eventually.’

‘Tough luck, you had a good run there.’

‘Oh shut up’ Lily replies, making a very rude gesture that her mother would most definitely not approve of.

She brings her head closer to Remus’. ‘How was last night?’

He avoids her gaze ‘Oh, you know, same as usual.’ He nods at James and Sirius, now performing a fairly dramatic play in which she rips out each of their hearts and proceeds to stomp on them while executing some very intricate dancing routine. ‘They help.’

She nods. ‘I brought around that potion I told you about.’

He starts shaking his head. ‘Lily you don’t have to-’

‘I know.’ She turns to look at him. ‘I want to.’

He quiets. ‘Thank you.’

She presses a kiss to his cheek and hears the drowned screams arise behind her.

—--

He’s laying in the sun and she’s admiring the glow of his golden skin, and how basking in his light is making her see things differently. Like when she woke this morning and thanked a higher power for allowing her to be here at the same time as him. She doesn’t particularly believe in God, much to her family’s disamy; but it feels a bit sacrilegious, to be with him and offer nothing in return - to have him hold her and not ask for forgiveness.

She thinks if there is a God- if she ever met him, she’d just want to thank him, for everything; for him.

She leans down and presses a kiss to his sun-kissed forehead. ‘You’re hot.’

He squints up at her. ‘Thanks?’

She slaps his chest lightly. ‘Your temperature you idiot.’

He laughs softly and nods to the pool. ‘D’you want to go in?’

She offers her hand and pulls him up. ‘Sure.’

—

Of course she knows she has to say it first, it's the natural order of things. She knows he’s waiting for her, not wanting to pressure her, letting her take the lead - write their narrative. And she does feel it, deeply, inconsolably and seraphically. It is almost a tangible thing, a ball of light that has grown in the base of her throat, taking her breath away. But still- something stops her from saying it, fear maybe. Not of rejection- of acknowledgement, of admitting she’s out of control and he’s the only thing keeping her grounded, that she’s been burnt so many times and his kisses are a balm on her red-scrubbed skin.

Shaking her head out of its stupor- she plunges into the pool with a resounding splash, her muscles spasming from the cold.

Lily dives downwards, laying down at the very bottom of the pool, and looking up at the blurry surface.

She thinks about love; and how you dip your feet and get pulled down by the current, how you taste a drop and your head gets tipped back, throat bare, more and more being poured down your lips into your lungs, pooling until you’re drowning in it - gasping for breath but still thirsty for more. Always thirsty.

As her head breaks through the water to come up for air, she can feel his eyes following her every move. ‘Why don’t you quit staring and get in with me?’

He blushes a bit at getting caught, but quickly recovers - messing up his hair and standing to meet her at the edge of the pool. ‘Aren’t you cold?’ he looks up at the suddenly cloudy sky, ‘it’s about to rain I reckon.’

Lily circles his wrist and tugs. ‘Freezing. Come warm me up.’

He sputters out a laugh. ‘Alright then.’

As he takes off his T-shirt Lily can’t help but stare at his toned muscles, he smiles at her like he knows what she’s thinking and pushes himself into the water, grimacing when the cold hits him. ‘Fuck, it’s cold.’ he can hear Lily’s teeth start chattering. ‘C’mere’.

He brings her into her arms and rests his forehead on her shoulder. Rubbing her arms to bring some warmth into them.

Something screams inside of her. She realises that she’s in so deep she can barely feel the bottom.

Every time he does something like this - like kiss her temple or smile from across the room, or take her hand while having dinner with their friends, she feels as though that is it- she has no more love to give to him, no more space in her overflowing heart. He proves her wrong every time, there is always more pouring out of her into his ready steadfast hands.

The glistening warmth inside her is ready to spill out. ‘James.’

Her words must have sounded graver than intended because he quickly rights himself and looks in her eyes. ‘Lily?’ he asks ‘is everything alright?

‘Yes.’ she starts laughing nonsensically- the world’s secrets being revealed to her. It's so simple. ‘Yes, everything’s perfect.’

He brings his hand up to his hair. ‘I’m not sure I underst-’

‘I love you.’

He looks like a deer caught in headlights. Eyes wide, as though confused. ‘What?’

Lily starts to repeat herself but he looks like the words are sinking in and suddenly he’s messily kissing her, every part of her. Her cheeks, her chin, her eyelids, her nose, her shoulder, her throat - making his way up until he finally presses his lips to hers.

Something about him is he kisses with his whole heart; you can feel his love pouring out of his sleeve - which is why when he says it it’s like she’s been hearing it her whole life. Still, it takes her breath away for a second before he swallows her pleasant sigh. ‘I love you, I love you, I love you.’

She starts to feel wet drops fall out of the sky, splashing and splintering when coming in contact with the surface of the pool. Water meeting itself, reuniting in the cycle of all things known and unknown. The birth and the rebirth, cleansing her soul and clearing her vision.

Her name sweet on his lips ‘Lily, Lily, Lily’. He leans down again and presses his lips to hers; it's messy and kind of awkward because they are not able to stop smiles from bubbling up; relishing in this moment when even in the rain he’s holding her and everything is good.

For him it was different.

James has always known they belonged together; were meant for each other. Didn't need to make sure or question fate; there are times he’s doubted of course - but he’s never given up hope. Really, he’s always known in the back of his head that this could - would - be the outcome.

So when he tilts her chin upwards after hearing the words, it's not anything completely new. It feels like coming home. And when he says them back he can't help the feeling that he's playing right into some sweet cosmic game.

Rain is now ceaselessly pouring, wet pearls peppering their skin as they embrace. Thunder rumbling.

Her eyes inexplicably start watering - the emotion of the moment too much for a second, their whole history resting upon her shoulders. It’s like he understands though, his fingers immediately wiping the tears from her eyes, his lips gently brushing them away from her skin.

‘Alright, Evans?’

She softly nods. ‘We should get out.’

‘We should.’

‘I love you.’

‘I know.’

—---

She’s wearing his sweater, wet hair dripping onto the marble floor. A Bowie record can be heard from across the room. A mug of tea piping hot in front of her. A summer storm waging outside. It’s love.

#jily #jily fic #happy jilytober!#my first fic aaajsdljsd #marauders #james potter #lily evans

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soggykookiesandcream · 11 months

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𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒱𝐼𝐼𝐼

"My lord!" the crow says, "She's out with a man!"

"What!" Taehyung asks, "We have to go. NOW!"

And now, he was here. On a table away from yours spying on you.

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Taehyung's POV

"Joonie!" she jumps in excitement and hugs him.

Why is she hugging him? I started clenching my jaws.

"Yunnnna!" He lifts her up while hugging her. No... He can't do that. I will get rid of him. She's my dear ONLY.

"Aaaah" she screams when he spins her around. I was almost got up to tear her away from him thinking she got hurt. I can't let her get hurt. She's mine. Fully mine to love, touch, hurt and whatever. I will never hurt her though. I will wipe the entire humanity if I have to.

He suddenly brought his hands below her knees, lifted her up and made her sit on a chair. I couldn't control my anger. But I have to. My dear won't like it if I act crazy in the public.

"Woah!" She laughs. Why are you laughing with him, dear? Am I not good enough? You tried to push me away in the club. I felt hurt... I will make you laugh and smile every single day. I will bring you everything you ask for. I will place you above everyone. I will make you my queen.

"Anything for a princess," Namjoon smiles. She is not your princess! She is my queen and only my queen.

"Stooppp!" She says and covers her face.

Namjoon chuckles, "How was your holiday?"

"It was good!" She sits up, "I spent a lot of time with Jungkook too."

"That's good," his voice falls, "Do you not want to spend time with me?"

Yes, you lily-livered prick! She need not spend any time with you.

"No!" She screams in shock, "I mean yes! I want to."

Namjoon smiles, "Something has been on my mind lately."

"What is that?" She asks as I keep my ears sharp to hear what it is about.

"Us," Namjoon says, "About us."

I clench my fists in anger. I am definitely getting rid of this man. He is trying to take away my dear.

"Oh," she says concentrating.

"I want us to be more than friends now," Namjoon explains, "I know we agreed upon getting together once we're all settled. But I can't wait anymore. I want to love you and want to be loved by you. I want us to be happy and cuddly like how you always said you wanted your future boyfriend to be. I might not be the perfect boyfriend but please let me in and become perfect for you. I will love you with all of me and I will love everything of yours, your pretty and ugly."

I get up to pull him out of the chair and thrash him on the floor but suddenly she yells a 'yes' hugs him.

"I really like you," Namjoon corrects himself, "Nah! I really love you."

"I love you too," she says and kisses his cheek and dimple, "I really love your dimples too."

No...

I won't kill him. I will use him to get me what I want - my dear.

After Namjoon dropped her back home and started walking to... wherever he's going, I started following him silently. I follow him for a while till he hears my footsteps realizes that I am following him.

"You want something, Mister?" He asks me.

"Yes," I reply, "I want my dear."

"Your dear?" He questions me.

"Yes," I answer with a smirk, "and you will get me to her."

"Wha-" He couldn't complete. I knocked him out and teleported.

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Namjoon's POV

She finally accepted me... I was smiling and holding hands with her all the way back to her house. We were swinging our hands like smalls kids. In between, she would also link our arms and cling onto my arms. I loved it. I loved every single gesture of hers. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time.

When we reached her house's doorstep, she put her arms around my neck and pecked my lips. I was shocked but kissed her back instead. I thought she would push me but she kissed me back. And that was enough for me. I was in heaven.

I was walking home back when I heard constant footsteps behind me. At first, I ignored it but the footsteps weren't going away so I turned back. I saw a man staring right at me.

"You want something, Mister?" I ask him.

"Yes," he replies, "I want my dear."

Dear? At least give me a name bruh... How can I know who 'dear' is? There are several dears in this world.

"Your dear?" I question him.

"Yes," he answers with a smirk, "and you will get me to her."

What the hell?

"Wha-" I couldn't complete. I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head and blackness covered me.

I woke up with a throbbing ache at the back of my head. I rub my eyes and look around to see the same man who wanted his 'dear'. I also noticed that we were in a really old house whose walls were made of mud.

"W-who are you?" I ask him.

"Yes," the man says, "let's start with introductions."

"I am Kim Taehyung, the rightful heir to Luxon. Also, the god of souls." He starts explaining, "My lover, my dear was murdered by my father, the king at that time when she was pregnant with my child. I couldn't live without my dear so I asked a witch to cast me a spell and kill me so that I can wake up when my dear reincarnates."

"And who is this dear?" I ask him although I have a guess that it's Yuna.

"My Yunahet," he says with affectionate eyes, "Min Yuna."

"Yunahet?" I ask.

"Yes, Yunahet," he confirms, "Her name in her past life was Yunahet."

"Why didn't you wake up when she was born then?" I ask him.

"Oh," he says, "the spell had a flaw. The flaw made it so that I would wake up only if she comes near me or learns about me."

Oh, so Yuna went near him and learnt about him... She shouldn't have.

"Oh..." I reply, "What do you want from me though..."

I'm pretty sure he wants to kill me.

"I saw you kiss my dear. She is mine and only mine," Oh boy I am going to die, I thought to myself. "And I won't let anyone take her away," he finishes.

"Are you going to kill me then?" I ask. I don't want to die. I want to live with Yuna. I've loved her for so long. I can't believe I'm going to die before I can actually love and care for her.

"No," he laughs, "but you are going to get her to me so I can have her."

"Why? Don't you have powers? Can't you get her here in the snap of a finger?" I ask, "And by the way, I will never betray Yuna. So don't expect me to do it."

"Oh," he chuckles, "I can get her here like that but that's no fun. I want her to hate you for doing that. I want her to love me and only me."

"Too bad," I smirk, "she loves a lot of people. And you will never be one of them."

"Is that so?" He raises his eyebrow, "I will take your soul and you will forever be my slave. I can make you do whatever I want you to do."

"We should have never explored your fucking pyramid," I chuckle. Might as well as annoy him before I get enslaved by him, "Such a weak, stupid and fragile pyramid. Heir to the throne you say? Then why doesn't your pyramid display the standards?"

"As I told you," he explains with an angry face, "I was mummified by a witch who wasn't capable of constructing pyramids of high standards."

"Wait a minute..." I realize something, "Why the hell do you look Asian, dude?"

"It's a long story," he smirks, "But I have no time for it."

"Wait-" I couldn't finish. He put his hand on my forehead and I was blacked out.

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sacrilegious-skeletal-scribe · 1 year

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on the inevitability of ghosts and house fires

it’s going to hurt me going to kill me the sky has laced its fury with the subtly of holy bodies and i should not have seen it

i do not know it’s name but i do not think it would be incorrect to call it god

a god

i don’t think there are any words that get closer to what it is, not ones ever spoken to human tongues

definitely not ones in english

just as well that the fear is coming in rounds, a pendulum swing to trace a great staring eye

not looking at you

looking at everything you could possibly imagine, staring into the whole world at once, a rock crawling with ants, and i at the top of the pile

hollowed and found wanting heaving convulsing praying praying praying praying

just as well i cannot speak once my tongue sieves through the chicken-wire terror, shifts past the lead plate and sobs

speaking words of anguish and confusion because there is something in the sky and the rest of the ants won’t look you in the eye if you start screaming in public

panic is hard to process when a jaw wires itself back shut as a safety precaution

when electricity and fire pitch a fight like you’ve never seen before

it is to watch the sky unmake itself and be turned from the end of the world with a pat on the head and a glass of water

there is blood and brain and soft earthen wax and you you you you melting out of your ears

it assures that you wouldn’t understand if you were allowed to look at it, anyway

it opened a sea above us and drowned me like a house fire

something consuming and entire, a crematory for safety and peace

it rides a horse made of teeth

and it makes death’s steed look flushed, beyond color and light, immediate, absolute, without mercy

nothing personal, kid.

it is fear because there is nothing alike to it on heaven or earth

it is something horrific and lashing and rippling under the surface area a sea of clear liquid

a flesh without pigment, the clear of animal eyes, it is insect and equine and human

and it sees you

but that’s not what tears at psyche, the little square peg glancing off the triangle smile eating at your liver

it is the sudden, unprompted understanding

a lighting bolt, a long heaved threat dissolving the handcuffs as it eats your wrists

that dirt is the creature, that sunlight is the creature, that air and lungs and skin and teeth are no more removed from that terrible god than its exposed blood

and it knows I’m here

my family is in it and you are in it and the tendrils batter my doorstep not out of calculated malice but furious, unyielding unconsciousness

a dog kicking at fleas, biting until it’s muzzle is stained with blood and ligaments

a tapeworm, a child, a pox, a thing a thing a thing

there’s something in your body skittering and screaming and feeding off you

it has been invaded and it wants its parasite out

tears meet saliva and vomit on their way to my kitchen floor

i cannot say i feel differently

i cannot say anything

there is a god in my throat

in our eyes in our muscle in our meat our teeth our brain our veins god god god god god

but that’s how we got here, isn’t it

#existential horror #religious themes #poetry #spilled ink #*slaps roof* oh yeah this bad boy can fit so much #cosmic horror #religious trauma #maybe a hint of body horror #poets on tumblr #but compared to my usual fare this is downright tame #yeah it's been a week since the last time a posted right #definitely just a week and not a yawning absence #it is what it is

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uh-velkommen · 1 year

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So I got a phone call from my university police saying that my father was trying to reach me and that there was an emergency regarding my mom. Knowing her she’s probably in the hospital with a damaged liver or probably got jumped from instigating fights. I don’t particularly not care but I don’t want to hear about it. Every single time my family enters my life, they bring trauma and chaos. First of all, the two times my dad tried to reach out it’s been to tell me some dumb shit like “you got jury duty.” If you’re gonna go through all the effort to contact me, how about a “hope you’re safe, miss you.” I don’t get any of that, I get angry phone calls and bad news and then blamed for not responding in the way they wanted. I told the man on the phone that I don’t wanna hear whatever urgent news they had to tell me and he sounded confused like, how could I NOT want to drop everything and hear some tragic bit of information about a woman I haven’t spoken to in years?? Why can’t my family understand that I want nothing to do with them. It’s not some, “I’m gonna live my life, keep me posted” situation. I didn’t flee the state, get a new phone, rent an apartment and get a real job to “stay posted.” I can’t know ANYTHING, because if I even think I caught a glimpse of one of them, I end up having an intense panic attack. Once I hung up the phone, at work, I started dissociating and though I wanted to go home, I chose to stay. But now my weekend is ruined because I keep thinking about seeing my brother and that look on his face at 11th street station, the line that stops in front of a hospital. And the fact that my aunt tried to call me on Instagram yesterday. And now this. And all I want to do is throw up.

If there was something wrong with her, why would I want to visit?? She’s the one that refuses to speak to me. She’s the one who drove me away. She’s the problem and if I show up, I’m gonna hear a mouthful from my grandmom, “oh now you’re part of the family? Now you show up?” But if I don’t show up, I’ll still hear about it, “She’s so disrespectful, didn’t even visit your mother in the hospital.” Tell me what the fuck I’m supposed to do?!? That’s just the problem with these people, everything I do is wrong. All the time.

The utter silence from them has been heaven. For once, I could just focus on my own happiness. Yet they always manage to drop a shit-fill paper bag at my doorstep and run. Then I have to clean it up alone. I really can never escape them. Everything I’ve done to get away keeps failing. I’m forever trapped here and that’s just the problem. I can’t breathe ‘cause of these people.

#me #trauma dump

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officialdgivens · 1 year

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Such a refreshing juice - #Repost @julianthejuiceman

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Watermelon Juice for Hydration and help with losing weight so we can get that Summer Bod Ready 💪🏽🍉🧃

Ingredients:

- 1/2 Seeded Watermelon

- 1 bunch of Mint

- 1 Lime

Melons - The fructose in melons leaves the stomach in less than one minute, then the rest of the fruit drops directly into the intestinal tract, immediately fortifying and replenishing the body. The water in melon is nearly identical to our blood, and its sodium, potassium, and glucose are also abundant and bioavailable, making melon one of the most hydrating foods you can eat. Melon thins the blood and reduces heart attack risk, helps prevent heart disease and vascular issues, and can even reduce liver and kidney disease—if someone is suffering from liver or kidney malfunction, melon can mean the difference between life and death.

Source: @medicalmedium

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#fyp #fypage #wellness #love #health #wellbeing #foodie #juices #vegan #veganlife

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shopnsave34 · 2 years

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Surprising! Healthy benefits of alcohol!

Alcohol! Just the very word has a strange, happy ring to it! Doesn't it? A strange melody of celebration and enthusiasm comes along when you hear about alcohol. Beverages that have alcohol in them are enjoyed by people all across the globe and are used to celebrate several different festivities. But that is not what we are here to discuss today! We are here to talk about the surprise you read about in the title! Yes! The benefits of alcohol. Sounds strange to you? Could that alcohol have advantages as well? Yes, my friend, when consumed in the right quantities, alcohol has several health benefits that you may be surprised to hear about!

With liquor delivery and alcohol delivery options growing every day, it has become effortless to sit and enjoy the comfort of home and have someone deliver your favorite alcoholic beverage to your doorstep! However, do not consider alcohol having benefits as a green signal to sit and gulp down your favorite bottle of whiskey! That is not how the benefits work! Obviously! Consumption of alcohol can only have benefits when they are consumed in the right amount. What is the right amount? Well, it is advisable for women to have one drink a day, and men can go up to at most two drinks a day! One drink can consist of either 350ml to 360ml of Beer, 145ml to 150ml of wine or 40ml to 45ml of liquor!

Let's just take into consideration Beer, wine and Vodka and focus on a few benefits of each:

Wine:

Fat loss: To all of your body and health-conscious people out there - guess what! A little bit of red wine can actually help you towards achieving your goal of weight reduction. The red grapes used in some red wines have something called ellagic acid in them! This component helps in weight reduction and also contributes towards managing obesity and a metabolic fatty liver!

Helps the heart: Red wine helps maintain the heart's health. This is because polyphenols present in red wine help in protecting the lining of the blood vessels in the heart. Besides that, red wine also has high resveratrol content and pro-angiogenic and anti-inflammatory properties that all add up and contribute towards making the health of the hearty better.

Improves memory function: Resveratrol is a compound found in the skin of red grapes. In a study done by Texas A&M University, this component enhances memory and cognitive function! So, the next time you feel like having wine, just order one quickly from liquor delivery!

Beer:

Beer can help recover faster post-workout: A Spanish study suggests that a pint of Beer can hydrate an individual just as well as water! Moreover, studies have shown that Beer can help recover after a stressful workout.

Beer helps with brain functionality: What is this strange correlation between alcohol and the brain? Right? But according to a report by the Journal of Agricultural and Food Chemistry in 2015, it has been seen that a compound present in Beer called Xanthohumol contributes to protecting the brain cells from damage! This further benefits in slowing down the process of Alzheimer's. With the rate of Alzheimer's increasing every day, now you have a reason to get liquor delivered right to your doorstep!

Beer helps strengthen the bones: Now we all know that Beer has a high silicon content. This helps in making the bones stronger. According to the American Journal of Clinical Nutrition, rational consumers of Beer, who consume 1-2 glasses of Beer a day, reap this particular benefit of Beer! But the ones who reap this benefit to the fullest are women. Postmenopausal women are usually at a higher risk of developing osteoporosis. Beer can help towards solving this issue to a certain extent!

Vodka:

Vodka, too, is friends with the heart:

Wine and Vodka both help in improving the heart! However, the two do that in different ways. While wine helps in protecting the lining of the blood vessels in the heart, Vodka improves blood circulation and helps more collateral vessels to develop that connect the heart to the lungs!

Vodka boosts creativity:

Well, this isn't too surprising! Considering the innumerable things people think after they are drunk, the fact that alcohol can boost creativity is not new. But, a study from consciousness and Cognition, Vodka, when consumed with cranberry juice, can get one's imagination to speed! Choose a liquor delivery option and get your Vodka delivered to you!

Conclusion:

While a lot of people might look down upon the habit of consuming alcohol, it is essential to understand that alcohol consumption gets out of hand only when consumed irresponsibly! So be careful not to go overboard with your habit of drinking alcohol and then say that it has nutritional aspects. No! That is not how things work. Be sure that you are being responsible and enjoy yourself accordingly!

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wildwithoneye · 2 years

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no regrets - damon albarn

90s! damon x reader

was really inspired by 10 things i hate about you because it’s one of my ultimate comfort movies and heath ledger has my heart and kat stratford is my queen <3

warning! swearing, alcohol use

contemplation was at its peak. before entering the apartment complex i looked at every window, every mirror that caught my eye to double check (or should i say more contemplate) my appearance. eventually, i made it to the location of the party still contemplating if i should even go. a friend of mine, emma, invited me weeks ago to come to her party. she invited my partner and i however, it was only me waiting at her doorstep.

prior to this event, we both decided to go our seperate ways after an almost 5 year relationship. it was bound to happen at some point, it was just that no one had the balls to say "we need to talk". by the time we hit the 3 year mark, we weren't really a couple anymore. we were just two people tolerating each other.

was i in love? yes...for the first 3 years. then the love sort became salt to water, it just dissolved into nothing. for weeks i was an absolute wreck. absolute wreck. i wasn't able to get out of my bed at all. i convinced myself i wasn't able to love again and that i wasn't made to love. i just wasn't good enough to be loved.

after weeks of emotional turmoil, there i was, standing in front of the door, finger hovering the doorbell, giving myself one more chance to back out and rush back home and climb into my bed, never to face another human being again.

ding!

the door swung open to reveal emma, beaming with joy at the sight of me.

"hi! i'm so glad you could come, you look amazing!" she pulled me into a warm embrace as i embraced her back.

"thank you, you look stunning!"

her face softened to a sympathetic look and i could already tell what subject she was about to bring up.

"i heard about your break up. i'm so sorry babe. you guys seemed perfect for each other."

perfect? that's funny.

"things happen, you know? i'm just wanting to keep my mind off of it."

"well you've come to the right place. now enough of this, let's get you drunk!"

i laughed as she took my hand and dragged me through a crowd of people and into the kitchen.

soon as we got in, we were throwing shots like there was no tomorrow. i've never been a party animal or drank until my liver despised me but it really did help me keep my mind of the break up.

we were about 10 shots, three beers in and it was safe to say - i was drunk. really drunk.

"come on, let's hit the dance floor!" emma exclaimed.

just as we were about to leave i felt a tap on my shoulder.

"damon?"

"hey, you." he said looking down at me with a flirty smile.

i knew damon through a couple of pals. he always received mixed reviews from people. i've seen him be a real arse to some people but to me he was always really sweet. i never wanted to admit it because i was in a committed relationship but i found him very attractive.

i placed my arms around his neck and engulfed him in a tight hug and he recepriated back.

"oh my god! i haven't seen you in forever!"

"yeah, it's been a mintue, you having fun?"

"couldn't you tell? i'm having a fucking blast!"

"where's your lover? thought you two would've come here together."

"oh nah we're not together anymore."

"wait what?"

"yeah we broke up ages ago. oh my god!"

"what's wrong?"

"dance with me! come on it'll be really fun!"

just as he was about to accept my offer, one of his friends called out for him.

"sorry i got to see what my mate wants."

"it's okay. i'll see you around, yeah?"

"of course" he left smiling at me, scurring off to where his friends were and i made my way to emma who was already on the dancefloor.

emma and i became sweaty messes. we swayed our hips, jumped up and down like crazy to the music and screamed the lyrics to our favourite songs. from time to time she would come back with shots for us to do which increased our drunken states signficantly.

something began to boil within me. in that moment i didn't realise what i was doing but i began to climb onto table in front of me, causing the turning of a few heads. i began dancing, swaying my hips, bending up and down and soon got the attention of the whole room.

people were cheering me on. emma loved it and was cheering me on as well. i made eye contact with damon who looked somewhat entertained. i turned my back to him and

bang!

i hit my head quite harshly on the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. with that impact i felt myself falling down into the arms of someone. i opened my eyes and looked up to see damon, concern painted over his face.

"you okay?"

i wasn't able to respond as i just started to sob uncontrollably. damon took that as a sign that i was clearly not okay as he started to push through the crowd, carrying me bridal style all the way into a quiet room.

he dropped me onto the bed where i continued you to sob.

"hey hey don't cry it's okay. i'll be right back i'm just gonna go get you some ice for your head."

he left the room and returned back with ice wrapped around a kitchen cloth for me.

"i just spoke with emma and she said that you can spend the night here." damon said as he gave me the ice to place on my head.

"thank you.'' i replied, placing the cloth onto my forehead.

"you know, for however long it lasted you certainly looked like you were having fun. not to mention you're a terrific dancer."

i chuckled. "thanks. if only i would stop making such a fool of myself."

"oh nonsense. believe me i've done worse drunk."

"the one night i thought i could have to myself had to end like this. why am i so stupid?"

"hey don't say that. you're not stupid. don't say that about yourself." he started to rub my back which calmed me down..

i looked into this eyes. his face illuminated in the moon light appearing from the window across us. i slowly moved my face towards his, eyeing his pinky lush lips. he sensed my movements and began moving closer. our lips were hovering over one another when he stopped dead in tracks.

he sighs, "now's not the time, love."

"what?"

"your head isn't in the right place."

we sat in silence. extremely awkward and uncomfortable silence.

"i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable."

his head turned in a flash, "no no of course not. you didn't make me uncomfortable at all."

he looked down at his shoes, contemplating his next sentence.

"i just...i just don't want you to do something you'll regret."

i looked up to see him looking at me with such fragility. i wasn't used to this side of him. it made me adore him even more.

i placed my palm on his cheek. my thumb carressing him ever so softly.

"how could i regret you?"

he simply smiled, placing his hand on top of mine that was holding his cheek.

"you look tired."

truthfully i was. all the dancing really took a tole on me.

"yeah i am."

"then let's get you bed."

damon layed me down on the bed we were sitting on. he tucked me in ever so carefully, asking every couple seconds if my head was alright and if i needed anything to which i declined gracefully.

"thank you damon."

"no problem, love. let me know if you need anything."

"you're such a cutie."

he chuckled, ''you're one to talk."

"goodnight damon."

"goodnight, love. sweet dreams." he said placing a sweet peck on my forehead.

that night all i could think about was him. i couldn't stop thinking about what would've happened if i had kissed him. i even thought what i would be like to kiss him.

someday, i hope to know the answer.

#damon albarn #damon albarn x reader #damon albarn fic #imagines #fluff #blur #gorillaz

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Matured

Corpse Husband & Little Sister Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Sibling Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse’s search for a roommate ends shortly after his little sister calls him, telling him she’s moving out of her high school dorm in the suburbs following her graduation to attend college in San Francisco.

Requested by @bugger2002 Hi darling! Thank you so much for this adorable request, I had such a fun time turning it into a fic! Sorry it has taken me so long to complete it but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

Alright, it’s been a month since Y/N announced she’d be moving in with me - no, she didn’t ask if she could nor if I’d want her to, she straight up casually informed me she’d be moving in with me since she’s starting college. I’m lucky she even thought to tell me, knowing her it wouldn’t have been so strange for her to just show up on my doorstep with a grin like “Alright, I live here now.” Having a six years younger sister who can act both younger and older than me - sometimes both at the same time - is a bit complex. Obviously, my protective and nurturing brotherly instinct kicks in whenever she complains to me about something, but seconds later she tells me she’s taken care of it already and I feel like a fool for overreacting even if it was only internal. She’s calm and rational when she needs to be and a reckless airhead whose only goal is to have fun when she wants to be.

And judging by her and her friends’ main methods of obtaining said fun I can see how much alike we are: playing drunk video games, drunk darts, drunk pool. You see, there’s a lot of drinking involved and that’s something I’m greatly unhappy with and have scolded her on countless times just to get a fake promise, probably with fingers crossed behind her back - that she’ll cut down the alcohol. Not to mention she’s not even old enough to drink so I’ve been very insistent on her cutting her bad habit. She’s tried calling me hypocritical at times but she can’t do so rightfully since I’m, you know, of drinking age. So she’s basically bound by law to follow my advice and orders.

At least now that she’ll be staying with me I’ll be able to keep a better eye on her. A rascal high school student will either mature-up in college or go even more downhill. I aim to make her fall in the first category, but I’m making no promises - she’s very unruly, just like me. Damn, never did I think my own traits would come hitting me in the back of the head like a boomerang but here we are.

Regardless of all the crap I’ve just spewed about her, she’s a wonderful girl. She’s always been my pillar of support and never gets tired of it. She never misses a call of mine and has never not replied to a message of mine, no matter how drunk she’s been. She’s never skipped a Saturday night Skype call, no matter how busy she’s been. She’s never let herself forget she has a brother who often times needs her by his side.

Once she even talked one of her friends who has a car and a driver’s license drive her all the way to my apartment complex when I was having a really bad anxiety attack and legit couldn’t talk on the phone. She went door to door to find which apartment I live in and stayed with me the whole weekend she was supposed to spend at a music festival or something. It’s not wonder she’ll be a med student - she’s always wanted to be a nurse and has practically been my personal nurse since she was twelve. She maybe wasn’t always physically present to help me, but she’s a great instruction giver for when I need her and she’s unable to come to my aid.

Well now, we’ll both be there to aid one another.

“BEEP BEEP FUCKER!“

I nearly flip off my chair at the distinct yelling coming from directly below my window. I’d recognize that voice anywhere, and it’d always bring a smile to my face without fail.

I rush to get up from my desk chair and open the window but when I do so, she’s no longer on the sidewalk. There’s only a car I recognize to be the one of the friend that drove her here during that nightmarish episode I explained earlier.

Before I can ever back away from the window, I hear my front door swing open and a yell echo from down the hall, “Corpse! How many times do I need to tell you to lock your door, damn it!”

“The same amount of times I’ve had to tell you to cut down on the al- WHOA!“ She doesn’t let me finish the sentence and jumps me the second I step out in the hallway.

“Missed you, stupid!“ She says, her legs wrapped around my waist as she ruffles my hair, “I’ll trim your hair later. Why have you let it get so long?“ She questions, furrowing her brows at me while running both her hands through my mess of a hair - she has a point, I’ve let it get out of control. While doing so, she seems to get an idea all of a sudden so she quickly climbs down, reminding me of the huge height difference we have now that her feet are on the floor. “I know you two have met before, but I think you need to re-meet...“ she says, turning to look at her friend who’s smiling timidly at her. She sends the flustered girl a wink before turning back to look at me, “Corpse, I’d like you to meet Abbey, my girlfriend“ she says proudly, skipping over to the blue haired girl and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Y/N pushes up on her tiptoes and places a kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek. It’s adorable to see her shorter than yet another person she clearly adores to annoy.

I smile at the two girls, holding back a chuckle as to not embarrass Abbey more, “Well then, nice to meet you Abbey. You should know you are one strong soul to be putting up with all that.“ I purposely don’t look at Y/N as I motion towards her, earning me a pissed off “Hey!“ as a response to my remark, “Stick around for dinner, don’t worry neither of us will be cooking.“ I point at myself and then at Y/N as if to reassure her she won’t be a victim of food poisoning.

“Actually...“ Abbey says, tilting her head to look my shortie sister in the eyes as if taunting her to say something.

She finally caves, raising her left hand as though she’s volunteering, “Ugh fine, I may or may not have taken a cooking course and may or may not know how to cook a decent meal. It’s whatever, really.”

To say I’m impressed would be an understatement. I’m impressed, shocked, surprised and flooded with joy that my sister has finally decided to start maturing. “Cooking course, huh? When did you decide living off of takeout isn’t a nice way to live?”

She rolls her eyes at me, “Oh no I still go full weeks with only takeout and cereal, I just needed a distraction because...well...” she trails off, her gaze dropping awkwardly as she fishes for words or perhaps already has them found but doesn’t want to spit them out.

Abbey huffs, taking Y/N’s hand and lifting it to show off her wrist where I catch sight of a batch of colorful handmade bracelets, “Because these aren’t gonna earn themselves.”

I raise an eyebrow, puzzled as to what exactly she’s referring to.

Y/N sighs, taking one of the bracelets, playing with it nervously, “I have one for every month I’ve spent without getting drunk - Abbey made them for me. I need a distraction to stay sober so...I took up cooking.“

I can’t remember a moment I haven’t felt proud of my sister. Y/N’s always been on top of her shit, drunk or sober she knows what she’s doing. She’s mindful even when she’s reckless, thinks soberly even when she’s been drinking heavily. She’s always proved herself to me and to the people who think of her as a lowlife without even trying. She lets the world breeze by her without thinking too much of it and yet she still mesmerizes me and many of the people she meets - Abbey has now officially joined the club.

But, all things said and considered, I think I’ve never felt as proud of her as I do right now, seeing those six bracelets on her wrist - half a year without getting drunk. I know she wouldn’t lie to Abbey, she rarely lies to me too, so those bracelets have been earned and well-deserved and that makes me feel like the Y/N I remember is not the one standing in front of me right now. That silly girl is still in the suburbs, making a shitty-ass choice of messing up her liver. A grown woman, a responsible adult has taken her place though, and I couldn’t be more glad.

“Y/N...“ I finally manage to utter her name, making her gaze meet mine, “I’m so fucking proud of you.“

A smile slowly stretches the corners of her mouth upwards, her eyes shning in a way that has nothing to do with the lighting in this hallway. She’s not a crier though, I know those tears are gonna stay right there, stubbornly refusing to escape her eyes, “Thanks, Corpse. I’m proud of you too....” she says, nodding her head slowly, “I can overlook the untrimmed hair.”

Sigh

Y/N will always be Y/N no matter what I guess. That’s a good thing - I love her just the way she is.

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harrysgloves · 4 years

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Three’s Company (part 2)

Harry Styles x Reader x Florence Pugh

>>>PART ONE<<<

Story Summary: You deal with your breakup.

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Language // Angst // Pretty sure I made the reader an alcoholic // oh and you know smut!! YEAH bet you didn’t think you were getting makeup sex but oh you are. (threesome so proceed with caution, thanks)

Authors Note: I got carried away... but don’t we all when it comes to them? Anyways, feedback is always wanted and deeply loved. Hope you you guys like it!! xx

>>>

"Is this color too moody?" You asked your neighbors cat that was lounging in your living room.

The midnight black ball of fur lazily blinked open his eyes long enough to croak out a "meow" before going back to sleep. Your head nodded in agreement as your 5th beer bottle of the day pressed against your lips.

"No, you're right. It's allowed to be moody." You agreed with the very large, very old, cat who always wandered over to your apartment. His owner, Ms. Thompson, gladly let you babysit him for a few days after she came to your door to find him the first night. Your blood shot, tear filled eyes when you answered the door, fully gave away the fact you'd been crying for the last few hours.

A bowl of Tupperware with hot chicken noodle soup laid on your doorstep the next morning along with the first gorgeous bouquet of flowers.

It had been four days since your break up with Harry and Florence. Four days of sleepless nights, alcohol filled days, and meaningless activities to keep your mind off how you were feeling.

Four vases of flowers that you couldn't bring yourself to throw away sat on your cluttered counter. The delicate petals were starting to turn brown around the edges from your lack of care. The notes on each one seemed to glare at you everytime you walked to your fridge to grab another drink.

Each one a variation of, "I'm so sorry. -H"

"When we broke up it was for totally different reasons. I wanted to raise the kids Jewish; you wanted to sleep with men." Debra Messings' voice and the horrible laugh track of 'Will and Grace' filled your lonely apartment. Your comfort show played on repeat. The same jokes, the same voices, the same fucking void in your heart.

It'd be four days and you felt like you were a second away from losing mind.

And sure, maybe, you could have called them. You could have said you overreacted and that you messed up so badly. Instant regret hit you as soon as you had walked out his door.

You'd get over it, get over them but it didn't seem to be as easy as you originally thought.

Everything reminded you of them.

"Love this one." Harry said the last time he'd spend the night with you. Your favorite record played softly in the background when he placed the needle down on it.

"Oh, this is one of my favorite episodes!" Flor cheered as she ran out of your kitchen to the living room at the sound of a 'Friends' episode starting.

"Got yeh this when I was out today." Harry handed you a dumb pen holder. A small Julius Caesar that had pens jetting out of his back.

"Take this before you freeze." Florence mumbled as she moved your blanket slightly off Harry and towards you while you all cuddled in your bed.

Everything that reminded you of them had been boxed off, separated, put away somewhere else until you could look at it again. You were left in an almost barren house that no longer felt like a home, with a cat, that wasn't even yours, sleeping on your coffee table that was littered with empty beer bottles. All while you drunkenly painted your walls at 2 in the afternoon.

How did shit get this bad?

The sound of a knock at your door called you out of your mind. An instant sinking feeling started in your chest as you walked across the floor. The wave of alcohol that ran through your system calmed some of the nerves but not all of them.

They wouldn't show up here, right?

You could feel the sweat starting on your hand as it rested on the doorknob. Another knock came from the other side of the door made you jump in your skin.

"You haven't answered your phone in four days! Open up!" One of your brothers yelled from the hallway as his fist pounded on your door. You rolled your eyes as you stood there debating if you could avoid him. Your plan to stay as quiet as possible quickly went to shit.

"Y/N, do not make me call dad." Your other brother, the one who's slightly fucking scary, voice boomed through your door like it wasn't even there.

You threw your door open to the absolute shit show that was your family. All four dumbass brothers stood outside of your apartment door. All four let out a simultaneous sigh of relief before walking into your very messy apartment.

"Jesus." Jason, the youngest, breathed out when the smell of alcohol hit him right in the face. His nose scrunched as his worried eyes flashed over the room.

"Did you drink an entire liquor store?" Tommy, the one you were closest to, asked as he scanned the damage done to your living room and what the hell you'd been doing to your liver the last four days.

"Shut up." You mumbled as you sat down on the floor, the couch was deemed unusable by you until further notice. Way, way, too many memories on that dumb thing.

Raphael's lips pursed as he studied the new living room color. He didn't even bother to hide the fact he was judging your meltdown as he turned to you.

You two were the closest in age. You were only 6 months older, and were both adopted at the same time. It definitely didn't make getting along as children necessarily easy. The both of you butted heads so much the other 3 acted more like referees than siblings. Which is why the room seemed to shift dramatically as he turned to you.

"So, you stonewall your way out of a relationship and then ignore everyone who checks on you?"

"Here we fucking go." Jack, the middle child and probably the most sensible brother groaned as he sat down cross-legged on the floor. His head rested in his hand as he stroked Marshmallow's black fur.

"Hey! We said we weren't going to bring you if you started a fight." Tommy snapped right before Jason interrupted.

"He has a point, Tomás."

"Like you haven't had your heartbroken."

"She's the one in the wrong!"

"No she isn't!"

"You can't defend her forever. She has to own up to her shit."

You groaned, your head laid back as you listened to them argue about you, right in front of you.

There wasn't enough alcohol in the world to deal with this.

"Get out." You said as you stood from your place on the floor, all eyes darted to you as you demanded for your own space.

"Wait, what?" Tommy asked as the rest of them looked at you like you had magically grown three heads.

"I said, get out. I'm not listening to this. You guys want to fight, go to dad's." You opened your front door, held it wide open for all of them to filter out. Each one gave a sad or sympathetic smile as they left.

"Y/N, I think you should really give them anoth-" Jack tried to reason with you before you shut the front door, hard. The slam echoed through your now quiet apartment as you stood there yet again, alone.

>>>

Your hooded eyes stared at the same spot on your ceiling. Your back rested on the cold hardwood floor of your wrecked living room. Your head swam with a fuzziness that only happens when you spend too many days on a bender.

You were fucked and your heart, your soul, hurt in a way you didn't think was possible.

You could feel the prick of tears starting again in your eyes as your mind ran over everything. The good times, the bad, the moment you wished you could take back.

Why did you leave that damn house? You could have at least let him explain.

You sighed as you sat up. The uncomfortable feeling of the room spinning only got worse as you shifted forward to grab the drink you'd poured earlier. The glass pressed against your dried out lips as the same laugh reel ran in the background.

Was this your life now? You wondered as you sat on that cold floor of your apartment. You used to be okay with nights like these. You used to be fine being alone.

Now, the silence felt like a stab to the gut.

Your phone that laid on the table vibrated non-stop. The worried texts of people who loved you flooded your phone, you were worried about you too but you couldn't admit it.

Why did this hurt so bad?

Was it because you'd never experienced a loss like this before?

Or was it because deep down, shut away in the corner of your mind you dared to never go to, you knew exactly how you felt about them? And it scared the shit out of you.

You gulped down the rest of your drink. Not wanting to begin the vicious cycle of why you were so quick to give up on them. Why you were so determined to leave before any explanation could be given.

Fucking hell, you needed therapy.

Your shaky legs walked over to the TV, turning off the reruns. Your glass placed on the edge of your coffee table as you made your way to your bathroom. A hot shower would always fix everything.

The stream of warm water pounded against your back as you sat in your bathtub. Your mind fluttered around the idea of taking a job that required you to permanently leave the country for a while. Maybe you could fall in love with a nice coast side in Italy or a small Cafe in France.

You didn't notice the sound of your front door opening or the footsteps in your apartment. Your eyes were already so heavy. The steam of the shower only made the low lullaby of sleeper louder in your mind.

Sleep and everything will be better.

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You woke up the next morning in your bed. The bright sun burned your eyes as you blinked away the foggy feeling of sleep that still lingered around you. Your brain felt like a pile of mush as you reached for the bottle of water you kept on your side table.

How did you even get to bed?

The last few days had blurred together into a muddy picture. Everything jumbled together; drinks, painting, TV, organizing your kitchen, looking at apartments in foreign countries online.

"Morning!" Your brother chirped happily as he walked into your room.

You could have literally jumped out of your skin. You screamed, loudly, almost falling out of the bed.

"What the fuck!"

"I came back last night and you were asleep in the shower!" He said like you were the dumb one. "A thank you would be nice."

"Why are you in my apartment?" You asked, but only received the blankest of stares back. You knew why he was here. "I don't want to hear it."

"Too bad. Obviously, you need to hear it 'cause your apartment smells like a bar and you haven't talked to anyone in almost a week." He shrugged as he sat on the edge of your bed. The black ball of fur you'd eventually have to give back to your neighbor wasn't far behind him. Small black paws circled around you before he found a place to sleep comfortably.

"This sucks." You mumbled after a bit of silence. You could tell Jack didn't want to push you. Usually, this was a thing Tommy would handle but for some reason, the tribe had sacrificed Jack to be the emotional voice of reason this time.

"You know," he said as his hand ran through Marshmallow's fur. His teeth bit the inside of his lip as he debated what to say for a second before continuing. "you could just admit you were in the wrong and go apologize. I mean, you clearly fucking regret it."

"I don't." You answered so quickly even Marshmallow didn't believe you. His green eyes stared in lazy disbelief. "I mean I do but… I don't know, Jack. It's weird 'cause I'm so sad but… what if this never gets better? What if it's always like this? Like, we're always struggling to be a normal couple?"

"You're not a normal couple so why would you try to act like one?"

Your eyes shot to his at the words that poured out of his mouth so carefully. You'd never thought of it that way before. Your brows furrowed as you stared back at the bed.

Was there a chance for you to make this work with them?

"Look, Y/N, relationships are fucking hard no matter what but you can't just… walk out on people before they get a chance to hurt you."

"I didn't."

"You did. It's kind of your thing, you know?" He smiled softly to you. Not condescending or in a know it all way, in the way only a sibling could without getting smacked. "Not that it doesn't make sense but if they made you happy, maybe you should try to hear their side of it."

"When did you become the smart brother?" You teased with that wide smile across your face.

"Right after I came out of the closet."

"Shut up." You said through a laugh. The first one you'd had in days. That weight that laid on your chest seemed to have lifted a small amount.

Maybe, just maybe, you could talk this through with them.

>>>

You stood on the same doorstep you angrily stormed across not even a week ago. The pink door that you used to love, suddenly felt like a door to the electric chair.

Maybe you couldn't do this.

You sighed, your eyes darting back to the old Camero you loved just a little too much. Arms crossed over your chest to keep you warm as you stood in your place. You knew you couldn't go back to your apartment this quickly without getting asked questions.

Raphael, Jack, Tomás, and Jason were all waiting for your post-breakup meltdown if this didn't go well. Each one said they'd stay with you on rotation shifts until you felt better if you needed it.

Which was sweet, but you kind of wanted to rot in silence and alcohol if this went as badly as you thought it was going to.

Your tongue grew thick as your stomach churned. Your eyes closed as you sighed heavily, your ass plopped down on his front steps, head rested in your hands.

You didn't know where to even start when it came to talking to them. Your feelings were hurt but you shouldn't have walked out without giving them a chance to explain. You didn't want to feel like the odd man out but didn't want to broadcast your relationship.

The whole thing was messy and complicated. You wished so hard that it'd be easy. That talking about what you felt would be easy.

But you knew it wasn't, it never was, at least not for you. You shoved all your emotions down and kept chugging along your whole life. You pretended everything was fine, even when it wasn't. Which was exactly what ended you up here in the first place.

If you would have told them sooner they would have ended the PR shit.

"Hi." The thick accent from behind you startled your thoughts for a second but you didn't turn around. Your fingers messed with the edge of the rip in your jeans as your eyes focused on the crack in his sidewalk.

"Hi." You said quietly after what felt like a full minute of silence. You heard him let out a small sigh, his feet shuffled forward until he sat down quietly beside you.

You tried to not look at him, knowing if you did you'd burst out into tears. So you stayed focused on the ground, the dead leaves that floated along the road, the grass that was getting crunchy from the cold weather.

"Y/N, 'M-" he started but you waved your hand to get him to stop. Your head rested against his shoulder that tensed up from your touch.

You didn't want to talk for a second, just a second. You breathed in the familiar smell of him, the cologne he always wore was faint on his skin. The sleep shirt he wore was your favorite, you realized. The blue sweatshirt always made his eyes look so beautiful.

"I missed you." You said into his shoulder. Your lips brushed against the soft fabric as you spoke.

"'M missed yeh too." His voice cracked as he rested his cheek against the top of your head. His fingers laced through yours as you moved closer into the warmth of him. "Flor's inside if y'wanna talk."

You sighed, you knew you needed to talk, knew you had to talk about it. You just didn't want to. The feel of him being close to you again, the intoxicating smell of him near.

Your head lifted from his sweatshirt, only to see how rough he'd been doing himself the last few days. His bloodshot green eyes had large bags under them. His scruff on his face, messy brown curls. He'd done just as bad as you.

You only caught sight of his lips for a second before saying fuck it. Talking could happen later, you'd missed him so much.

Your lips pressed against his with a force that knocked him backwards for a second but you didn't care. No, this was the most "at home" you'd felt in days.

He felt like home.

His lips molded to yours so perfectly, once he got a hold of himself. His hand slipped to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him.

Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest as your lips parted, welcoming him back.

He pulled you up with him. His hands around your waist, lips still connected with yours as he walked the pair of you inside.

You wished you could slow down the moment. The way he was holding you tightly to him, like he never wanted to let you go again. The fleeting feelings ran through your mind but they all ended the same way.

You fucking loved him, so much.

All your energy was going into not crying from your surge of emotions. The rush of adrenaline was intoxicating, your shaky hands danced in the messy tangle of his unkempt brown curls as you tried to hold onto that shred of sanity you had left.

"I missed you." You breathed out when you came up for air. His forehead pressed against yours, his body crowded yours to the wall. "God, I fucking missed you."

He chuckled, a slight smile on his now swollen lips but you couldn't help it. It was the only thing your brain could come up with besides how sorry you were for not giving him a chance to explain.

"Miss me any?" Her voice made you look around Harry. Her arms crossed over her chest but that hint of a smile smoothed across her lips as she leaned on the doorway that led to the entry.

"Wanna see how much I missed you both?"

>>>

Maybe this wasn't necessarily the healthiest way to deal with your problems as a couple. But at this moment you could have cared less what a therapist would say about your tendency to avoid things that were important.

You laid on your back, your legs wide open, toes digging into the mattress as Florence's tongue pressed a wide thick lick through your folds. Circling around your bundle of nerves before slipping into you.

You would have moaned out loud, if it wasn't for the dick rammed down your throat. Your head laid off the side of the bed, your vision upside down as Harry's pulsating member slid down your open and waiting mouth. His hand around your neck, squeezing himself.

"Missed fuckin' yeh throat, pup." He groaned out as his hips snapped against your spit soaked face. He backed out long enough for you to catch your breath before shoving his way back in. Your abused throat would hate you for this in the morning but right now you didn't care.

"Feel good, baby?" Flor asked as her finger curved inside of you, hitting that sweet spot that always made your eyes roll back. She didn't have to ask if it felt good, she knew it did, she just wanted the bragging rights of who gave you the better orgasm of the night.

Harry's member pulled out of your throat. You tried your best to catch your breath as he crouched down to your level. His hands doing the best they could to wipe away all the saliva that ran down your cheeks. Playful green eyes met yours.

"Gonna cum, sweetheart?" He asked even though he really didn't need to. The sound of your moans alone was enough to tell you were close.

"Mhm." Was all you managed to get out, your hands threaded through Florence hair as her mouth joined her fingers. Your eyes closed as you got closer to your high, your skin raised in goosebumps as she did that fucking flicking, swirl, of her tongue that always did you in.

"Good, 'm gonna make you cum harder than that." Harry's words faded in your mind as that crashing sensation washed you away.

Florence scoffed as her head lifted from between your legs. The back of her hand wiped your juices away as she rolled her eyes at Harry.

"Good fucking luck trying to top that one."

"Guys," you groaned, your hand over your eyes. "Supposed to be makeup sex, not a competition."

"Can be both." Harry mumbled under his breath, quietly, but you still caught it. Your eyes glared at him as you turned around on the bed.

"Shut up." You mumbled as you reached forward, your hands around his neck as you brought him up to your level. Your mouth enveloped his quickly to stop the argument.

You pulled him onto the bed with you two. His knees hitting the edge before climbing up the rest of the way as your tongue took control of this kiss. It didn't happen often but when it did you ran with the opportunity. His mouth following your lead until you pulled away slightly, your teeth catching his bottom lip softly causing him to moan.

"Fuck," he cursed as you pulled away that sweet smile on your face like you didn't know that he loved that.

Florence came behind the pair of you, her lips pressed against your shoulder, up your neck, small love bites left here and there before she took the chance to kiss you when Harry pulled away. Her hands pulled on your waist, tugging you down to the bed to lay on your back.

"Ready?" She asked as Harry stroked himself, the nod of your head was all he needed to hoist your legs up. His pulsing tip ran through your folds as you reached for Florence, your arms wrapped around her thighs as you pulled her down on your mouth.

Harry continued to tease your opening. His tip slipping in and out of you easily as your tongue ran rapid through Florence's pussy. Her wetness was almost to the point of dripping down your face. You groaned as you pulled her by her thighs down harder onto you as your tongue circled into her hole. Fuck, you missed her taste.

You heard the sounds of their kissing, her moans, before he finally pushed his way into you. Your walls clinging around him immediately, pulling him closer into you, making him hiss lowly.

"Jesus, she always so fuckin' tight." His hands embedded themselves into your thighs as he held you open for him. His fingers pulled back the lips of your pussy briefly before you felt Florence shift forward, her core off your mouth as her tongue circled your clit.

Your loud, unabashed moans filled the room. Your mind clouded with nothing but desire and lust, barely functioning at all. Thoughts weren't making sense, you were going based on instinct when your fingers slipped into her cunt that was inches in front of your face.

Harry's grunt and groans as he fucked into your tight cave halted for a moment, his erection pulled out of you briefly. The unmistakable sounds of your girlfriend choking on your boyfriends cock filled the room.

You moaned at the sound, your core clenched as your fingers finally twisted into the right angle. Her velvet walls pulled you in as she tried her best to keep breathing around Harry's thick member.

"Fuck, keep doing that." He panted, accent thick, voice deep with pleasure as you hit that spot in her again. A flood of her arousal coated your fingers as she let out another loud moan, her body slacked on top of you as Harry pulled out of her throat.

You weren't prepared for when he thrusted himself back into you. Your moan cracked as you gripped tightly onto Florence's thighs.

"Told yeh I was gonna make you cum harder." He mumbled as Florence let out a laugh. She rolled over to lay beside you, her lips lazily kissing yours the best they could through Harry's rough thrusts into you.

"Make her cum harder than I did and you can cuddle her tonight." Florence smirked, her hands ran over your hair as you pouted.

"Deal."

"Hey! I wanted to cuddle both of you." Your head shot off the bed as you glared at the both of them, who were both very very clearly taking their competition too far.

Leave them alone for four days and you come back to them acting like children.

"Tomorrow night, sweetheart. I got somethin' prove." Harry smiled as he leaned down to you, his lips capturing yours before you could protest, a roll of his hips had you moaning.

Maybe this bet wasn't that bad.

"Yeah, proving I'm better." Florence scoffed again, adding fuel to the fire as her hand leisurely traveled between her legs. A soft moan passed through her lips as Harry basically growled at her through his teeth.

You rolled your eyes at her as she gave you a shrug and a smile. His length pulled out of you again as he lifted you up, switching you over to be on top of him.

He was pushed back into you in less than a second, his hands grasping the round flesh of your ass tightly as he leaned you forward into his chest. His legs pushed himself upwards, hitting your sweet spot every single time.

You were thankful he pulled you into his chest. Your moans rolled easily as his hands dug deeper into your skin, you were teetering on the edge with in minutes. His gruff groans as his sensitive pulsating member pushed into you only added fuel to the fire.

"Come 'ere, baby." He said as he slowed down his punishing pace his hand left your bum, fingers slipped into Florence's mouth for only a few seconds before finding their way back to you.

The pressure from his finger prodding into your back hole had your eyes rolling in the back of your head. The deep, low, sound that resonated in the bottom of your chest had a smug grin on Harry's face.

He knew he'd won.

His finger and along with his cock fucked into you until you could hardly register your own name. You could feel your heart beating in your core, your nipples so sensitive you could barely stand to have them brush against his own chest.

Harry hummed as you seemed to lose yourself in the feeling of your mounting high. Florence's hand between her legs, stroking herself faster as her lips pressed to Harry's.

You felt a pressure in your stomach you'd never felt before, building and building, ready to bust any second. You didn't even have time to warn him when you felt the dam release. Your head floated in the clouds as your juices ran down him, soaking the bed.

"Well, fuck, I've never made her do that." Florence mumbled after Harry's final thrust into you. His gloating laugh filled the room as you laid limp.

"Told yeh so." He cooed as his hand ran down your back in soothing circles. Florence kissed softly on your shoulder, your arm, wherever until your eyes finally focused on her.

"You okay?" She asked as she brushed away the hair that was stuck to your face.

"Mhm, wanna sleep." You whined, your head pressed into Harry's shoulder tightly as you felt him soften inside of you. Your hips shifted to move off him but his hand quickly pressed your ass down again.

"Go to sleep, darlin'." He kissed the top of your head before he nuzzled into your. Florence arm wrapped around the both of you as Harry opened one arm for her to cuddle into his side.

>>>

"Mornin', sweetheart." Harry hummed as he rounded the corner to his kitchen. A quick kiss placed on Florence's lips before he picked up the cup of tea she already had made for him.

"Morning." She mumbled into her cup. Her legs pulled up beside her as she sat on the counter.

"Wot's wrong?" He paused before taking a sip, his eyes studying her as she sighed.

"It's just…" she stared at the coffee pot that hadn't been used in a week. The steaming brown liquid dripped into the vessel below it. She sighed, shaking her head. "I woke up this morning and the first thing I did was make sure she didn't leave again."

Harry's eyes softened, his hand ran through her hair, lips pressed to her forehead. Trying his best to comfort her which is what he tried, and usually failed, at doing all week long.

"We'll talk to her, okay?"

Flor nodded her head, her lips pressed to his one last time as they heard the door to the bedroom creak open. A shirt you'd taken out of Harry's closet hit your knees as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

"Morning." You said as you gave both of them a kiss, your eyes more trained to the pot of delicious coffee than either one of their faces.

"Y/N?" Florence asked as you poured your first cup, the smell wafting into your senses had your knees almost buckling.

"Yeah, baby?" You asked without turning around. The glass pressed to your swollen lips from all of last nights kissing, the warm mug felt like a relief to them.

"Can, uhm," she started, you finally turned around to see her looking uncomfortable. Her tongue wet her lips, eyes glanced to Harry before she continued. "can we talk, you know… about everything now?"

"Right, yeah of course, we should… just-" You could feel the nerves pit in your stomach growing as you nodded towards the table. The three of you sat in your usual chairs, your usual mugs in your hands, but it wasn't an usual morning.

No, now you actually had to talk about what was bothering you.

"Right." Harry said, hoping to get the conversation started with already but the room was dead silent.

"Right." You repeated mostly to fill the awkward silence that was growing thicker in the room by the second. You could feel your ears rushing, the room was so quiet. No TV to drown out the weird atmosphere, no music to cover up the fact you had to talk about what happened.

"So, I guess 'm gonna start." Harry said after he glanced at the both of you two, seeing he was going to have to get the ball rolling on this whole thing.

"Yeh know 'm really, really, sorry 'bout the Gemma stuff. I was gonna tell her the next week after the last interview but she decided to come in early and surprise me." Your lips rolled in your mouth as you listened to him. You knew the whole time you sat in your apartment, drunk, that a version of this was what happened. "And I didn't want yeh to get hurt and 'm so sorry it seemed like I was hiding yeh away from people."

You could feel the start of tears in your eyes. You sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down from a blubbering meltdown that was about to happen. Which you might have been able to avoid if his hand didn't wrap itself around yours from across the table.

"Just," you sighed, your hand squeezed his as you tried to wipe away the tears that rolled down your cheek. "Just, I should have said it was bothering me before it got to that point and I'm sorry I didn't and I blew up then walked out."

"It's okay." Florence said softly, her other hand laced through your free one. "But… maybe, we should agree to talk about stuff a bit more."

"Yeah, think that would probably be good." Harry agreed as he scooted forward in his chair, his hand wiped away the rest of your tears. "So, yeh gonna stay, right?"

You smiled up to him, your hand laced tighter through Florence's fingers as you nodded your head.

Yeah, you think you'd stay with them.

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