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sweettodo · 3 years

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eren jaeger x reader.

includes : smut, college au, bad plot, enemies to lovers-ish, hate sex, mention of anal play, swearing.

wc : 3k.

thank you for 700 followers ! and since it was just mr. jaeger’s bday, why not a little fic ?

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"This is your fault, you shouldn't have let the door shut, the door gets jammed."

"How was I supposed to know?" he replies coolly, you shove past him, frantically grabbing the doorknob and turning it, back and forth. It was no use, the old wooden door was jammed tight into the frame, not even he could get it to budge.

"Are you hard of hearing?"

"Out of all people, I get stuck in a dingy bedroom with you."

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It wasn't the best. It was border-line decrepit, all sorts of unkempt; but admittedly, it was all you and your friends could afford.

Doing what you could to stay afloat with rent, not to mention your thousands of dollars in college debt, you couldn't necessarily afford to stay on campus; so, you sought out any possible preventative strategy not to go back home, what any adolescent college student would do.

"Well, it's homey... I guess?" Connie announces, cautiously seating a box on the ground.

Beside him, Jean wipes his forehead, "are we getting paid for this?" he questions.

You raise an eyebrow, "Yeah, sure, whatever you want."

"Thanks, boys, that's enough for now, hungry?" Sasha smiles, placing a pizza box on the kitchen counter.

Truly, the house wasn't that bad, though there were some problems like any old home, like the creaky floorboards which dipped downwards in some areas of the house, or the shudders Jean had to nail back into place, or maybe that one non-working bathroom.

Yes, there were some issues, and you knew one thing for sure.

Do not close your bedroom door.

It jammed, and it jammed easily, which you found out the hard way when you had to have your two roomies pry the door open the previous day, hence the rock from outside being positioned to stop the door from closing entirely.

You all sit on the floor in the living room, devouring pizza and drinking as you all conversed and laughed.

While Connie is getting up to pour himself another drink, there's a knock on the door, "oh, finally- thought he was gonna bail on us!"

Connie quickly places his cup down and jogs to the front door, all eyes follow him.

"Eren!"

"What took you all day? Connie and I did practically everything!" Jean complains. Your face heats, fists clenching.

"I did not invite him." You grit, Mikasa glancing at you, concerned.

"Calm down, he's more man-power."

"We've done so much without him, why does he even bother?"

Eren dismisses your complaining, he sits down and grabs a piece of pizza, "it's not like a chose to come here, Mikasa wanted me to."

Your eyes drill into Mikasa's skull, she knew how you felt about him, and she knows how he feels about you. She brushes off your daggers.

"I'm not here to help you," he proceeds, "you wouldn't catch me dead."

"Well, while Jean and I run to the store to get more nails, how 'bout you help the girls?" Connie says, ignoring Eren's last remark.

"I don't need his help, I'm okay on my own."

"Y/n- take his help." Sasha nudges, "free labor."

Your perspective of Eren was nothing short of revulsion, his only conversation piece is how many women he's slept with, how he struts around like he owns the place, he's quite contemptuous, selfish, and arrogant.

He felt similar towards you, often the first one to ruin his day. The way you were so prideful, he too thought you were arrogant, he hated how you made him feel inferior, you were a challenge- you both were complacent and it drove him fucking nuts, as did you.

Standing from the floor, you brush your hands on your shorts, "I'll be in my room," you mutter, trudging up the stairs.

"You outta' help her, Eren," Sasha says, watching you walk up the stairs, "please."

The brunette shakes his head, "hell fuckin' no."

"Eren," Mikasa speaks lowly, her tone compelling, he rolls his eyes.

Picking up the screwdriver from the floor, pushing your hair out of your face, you get down on your knees and lift the bottom half of your bed frame, the little screw in your empty hand, you groan.

"Need a little help?"

Your head snaps around, "get out of my room, now."

"I thought you were this rough-tough- independent woman?" he ridicules.

You ignore him, "can't even put a bed together, how pitiful."

He steps closer, leaning against the door in your room, which was propped against the wall with the rock, his arms crossed tightly against his chest, "get out of the way."

"No. Eren I got it."

"Just get up and let me do it."

"I'll ask Mikasa, she's stronger than you anyways."

"Give me a break, how about you swallow your pride for once, you can't do everything, y/n."

He scoffs, attempting to absorb the insult, "plus, she isn't here, she and Sasha left." Your eyes widen, feeling much more uncomfortable than moments before. You gently place the bed frame on the floor in front of your knees, sighing, "let me do it-"

He slowly stands from his position, his foot knocking the rock out of place as he leans off the door following behind him, as he steps further into the room, you leap towards the shutting door.

"Eren! The fucking door!" you cry, seeing it shut mere inches from your grasp, "it doesn't open from the inside!" you shout, scrambling to your feet, Eren quickly turns, his hands landing against the old wood as he tries to pull it open, but it was too late.

"This is your fault, you shouldn't have let the door shut, the door gets jammed."

"Are you hard of hearing?"

"Out of all people, I get stuck in a dingy bedroom with you."

"Spare me your kind words, Jaeger." You grumble.

"Where's your phone? Call Mikasa or Jean." Eren pats his pockets, in search of his phone.

"It's downstairs- my phone."

"So is mine," he sighs, sticking his hands in his pockets, "aren't I lucky; stuck in a room with a prissy bitch."

"Do you like making me mad, Eren? Because I'm not one of your hoes you can insult and get away with it." Gritting your teeth, he smiles cheekily, God you can't fucking stand him.

He remains silent, while tensions rise within the walls of your room, avoiding his eyes, you uncomfortably shuffle your feet, looking at the wood flooring beneath you, Eren is beside you, pacing, "I'll break the fucking thing down."

"You better not. Or else you're paying for it."

"I'm not paying for shit," he contends, "it's your shitty house, your shitty door, my shitty luck.”

You face him, he rolls his eyes, "if you break my door, Jaeger..." you threaten, sticking your index finger in his face.

"What are you gonna do? Y/n?"

You cross your arms, he shrugs and turns around on his heels, grabbing the doorknob and trying to pry the door open, he steps back and cracks his knuckles, "Eren, don't you fucking do it." You grab him by the back of his shirt, he stops.

"What are you gonna do?" he leans down to meet your height, tilting his head, "gonna punish me?"

You gulp, "how about I fix your bed while I'm here, since I'm so nice."

"No." You spit, "I'll do it, you stay in the corner and shut up." Pushing him away, but he stands still, a smug look still on his face.

"Why be so difficult?"

"Why do you always need the last word?" anger seething within you, little pieces of hair falling from the loose bun the hair tie he had holding back his bangs, you looked in his eyes, just waiting for him to speak.

"Do you like being stubborn?" Eren steps closer, as a result, you're stepping backward, and soon he figuratively has you backed into a corner.

Eren returns the glare, your heart thumping out of your chest, throat dry and closing by every second he kept his brutal eyes on yours.

You swallow, "always trying to make me mad, right?"

"Not everything is about you, Jaeger."

"No, but it is about you though," he hums, "don't you want me to shut up? How about you try to shut me up- since it's always about you."

You hadn't picked up on the sudden rush of adrenaline that pumped into your veins, which made you - quite literally - want to crumble, but you remained dominant. His rather vibrant eyes were tough ones to overpower, you guys just stood there, trying to wield your dominance over the other.

You two were power-hungry.

Eren on the other hand was trying like hell to prevail calm, you made him so mad, made him fucking furious, he contemplated leaping out of the second-story window, though one thing was keeping his feet grounded, looming over you.

And that was defeating you.

"I reckon you have more of a problem with me rather than the other way ‘round, you don't like it when I argue with you, Eren?" you teasingly pout, snickering in his face.

His eyes are low, seductive even, you had never seen him in this light, he looked restless, but he was undoubtedly annoyed.

It's his turn to smile, his fingers snaking around your wrist, pulling you down onto the mattress which lacked pillows, sheets, and a headboard.

You comply, his fingers anchoring into the back of your hair, pulling your head back, your neck training, “you gonna shut me up? Y/n?" you're speechless, seems as if he beat you to this little game.

“You piss me off. Jaeger.” You sneer, he leans down, face inches from your own.

“Yeah? I make you mad?” he purrs, dipping his head down towards your neck and pressing his lips against your ear lobe, chills erupt on every inch of your body.

You're left speechless once again, breathless as his hand slips down the curve of your waist, up to your thigh, stopping at your knee, “yeah... You do.”

He uses your knee to push your legs onto the bed, his hand guiding you, he swiftly gets on the bed, back against the wall; placing his palm on the back of your neck, pulling you between his legs, trapping you as he's kissing you firmly.

You're taken aback, but return the kiss, his soft lips colliding with yours, he tasted amazing, but you wouldn't admit that to him.

As if the gates had finally bursted open, your motions are picking up speed, he’s fiercely pulling at your shorts and without a second thought, you're rushing to tug his shirt over his head, giving hardly a second for air before you're kissing the man again.

What’s gotten into you?

You adjust so he can pull your shorts over your knees, flinging them across the room, your hands wandering up and down his chest, feeling his toned stomach beneath your fingers.

His big hands are grabbing you by the back of the thighs, pulling you closer to him so he can easily pin your back to the bed. With a huff, he kisses further down your neck, his lips tickling your skin as he begins to lift the thin shirt towards your chest, kissing down your stomach.

Eren can't take it anymore, all that was going through his mind was how soft your skin was, how good you smelled, the way he felt you shiver under him when he kisses the sweet spot on the side of your neck.

He uses the pad of his thumb to press against your damp panties, you gasp, his thumb locating your clit instantly and applying pressure on the swollen nub.

“Stop teasing, Eren.”

He smirks, slowly applying little circles over the thin undergarments, pinning one thigh down at the same time, he watches your face scrunch.

He leans down between your legs to kiss you again, pulling down his jeans in the meantime, you feel his erection through his boxers, pressing against the crevis between your thigh and cunt.

He sits up, yanking down your panties along with his boxers, your eyes nearly fall out of your head, catching a glimpse at the sheer size of the man.

He spits in his palm, messily stroking his cock a few times before making sure your leg is secure on his shoulder.

No words needed to be spoken- no conversation could be made at the fact things were moving so fast, similar to hungry animals, like a switch flipped and here you two were, soaking for a man you despised.

His tip slips up and down towards your entrance, repeatedly teasing you against your folds with his throbbing tip.

Finally, he gradually slips past your entrance, his head rolls back, body virtually falling weak as he soaks in those spongy tight walls, sucking him in immediately, “fuck,” is all he can sputter out, taking his time to seep deeper inside you.

He stretches you out, Eren’s veins which were wrapped around the base of his cock pressing against your electrified nerves, your back arching, quietly moaning as he eventually stuffs you with as much as you can take.

“You hate me? This pussy sure doesn't.” he grunts, retreating before rocking his hips back against you.

Your leg drops from his shoulder, “on your hands and knees, now.” he demands- not having to tell you twice, he’s quickly grabbing you, and with ease, you're now on all fours, exposed from the waist down, Eren’s hands spreading you open, pulling your ass apart so he can get the perfect view of his cock fucking into you.

This gives Eren the chance to now fit his whole length into you, crying out into the bare mattress, feeling his tip stab against the entrance of your cervix.

He pulls out, one hand steadying your waist and the other holding your ass, “such a tight cunt, can't even fit it all.”

Eren splits you open, thrusting into you while simultaneously pulling your hips against his, skin slapping, the both of you moaning as you're already releasing cream all over his cock.

You feel his thumb caress the skin around the valley of your ass, “such a pretty little hole, want me to fill this one too?”

With no hesitation, you're crying out a sloppy mantra of ‘yes’, and he follows your decrees, his thumb slipping past your unoccupied hole.

You instantly clench around him, the pressure of another hole being stuffed.

Nearing another orgasm, he ruts his hips against your thighs, seeing white, your stomach tightens, body attempting to escape the harsh pressure, unraveling from the arch you were trying hard to maintain.

“Again?” Eren’s amazed at the sight, your cum seeping from your pussy, soaking the little patch of curly hair above his cock, down your thighs and onto the mattress, your leg quivering as he spares you no mercy, shamelessly fucking into you.

He holds your hips steady, “Eren, s’ big, I can't-”

“Can't what? Can't take it? I thought you were such a strong girl?” he taunts, cruelly rutting into you.

You're drooling, tears falling down your face as he fucks you senseless, “fuck you,” you mewl, he slows, but still keeps up his strong and stabbing thrusts, your body still jolting every time his cock hits your cervix.

“Fuck-in’ hate you, hate you s’much.”

“Yeah? You hate me? But look at you,” he hooks his thumb deeper into your asshole, “you’re crying for more.” You wail, gasping for air, you craved more, the way his hips knocked against your ass, sending shock waves throughout your body.

“I think I love this sloppy little pussy, too bad you're such a bitch.”

He grabs you by the roots of your hair, fingers hooking and balling your hair into a tight fist, pulling you upwards, gasping for air, “Eren-” you moan, balls slapping against your slick folds and raw clit.

His thrust becomes more sporadic, nearing climax, he savors your warm and squeezing walls before you hear him hiss loudly, his head falling back, eyes screwing shut as he's dumping a load into your abused and stretched little pussy.

“Such a good cunt for an annoying bitch.” He mumbles.

Eren rocks his hips into you, making sure your cunt is sucking and every ounce of his seed is emptied from his cock.

He swears, softening cock slipping out of you as he quickly drops down onto the bed, wiping the sweat from his forehead, you're barely able to flip over, holes still twitching.

All you two can manage to do is catch your breath, the air knocked out of both of you, his seed mixed with your own still oozing out of your cunt, and onto the bed.

He sits up, chest still quickly rising and falling before he's moving off the bed and throwing his clothes on, throwing you your shorts, “get up so it looks like we did something productive,” your head in the clouds, you try to put your shorts on, he sees you and mutters indecent things under his breath, “what? Did I fuck you stupid or something?” you stand off the bed, and he quickly lifts the bed frame off the floor and pops the long screw in.

You peek out the window, the sky a dark milky blue- and to your surprise, there are your friends’ cars.

“Connie, you owe me twenty bucks!”

“Eren, I think they're already home.” You mumble, pulling open the window to get some air before walking back towards the door of your bedroom, pounding on the door, “open the door for me please!”

You give it a few moments, standing there in a daze- legs trembling.

You try to maintain the steadiness of your legs before someone struggles to push the door in, essentially un-jamming the door. Jean is there, with a clown-like grin on his face, Eren looks at him and groans, shaking his head before Jean begins to speak.

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Til The End Of The Line, Chapter 12

Word Count:2.8k

Warnings: sexual tension, angst, mentions of past relationship, mentions of past torture and infidelity, mentions of injury (explosion/burned skin), manipulation, noncon relationship, mind control.

2008

"You can do this, little one," she said confidently as she held onto her hand. The two red-headed women smiled at one another as they entered the gala, "trust me."

"I do," she smiled. The freshly turned sixteen-year-old looked at her mentor who didn't look a day over her early twenties. And their fiery hair made them look like they could be sisters. But she could see the experience behind her eyes. Behind the masquerade mask that they'd worn for the event. She had hidden the experience almost as well as she hid the pain, “I trust you with my life, Lynx.”

"Oh, ladies," a smooth voice called from behind them. Both women turned on their heels and she smiled, "I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting."

"Brock," Lynx cooed lovingly, holding her arms out to him as she sauntered over. He graciously wrapped his arms low on her waist and he kissed her cheek, "oh you charming devil."

It was in that moment that he swooped in.

Winter Soldier had placed a hand at the small of Elliana’sback and led her away from her other mentor and the man that she'd greeted. She knew that it was him by his striking jaw and his tied back hair.

"You're out still?"

"Sent me to make sure you're ready," he muttered, faking a smile. He mimicked the other guests and led Elliana over to the dance floor where he took her hand, "you are ready, aren't you? Lynx isn’t mistaken?"

She nodded and as a new song started, they danced. "Yes. I am ready."

He looked down, his piercing steelblue eyes staring deep into her green ones. As he spun her, he looked around the room, "good. Have you spotted it?"

"Your four," she replied as he pulled her close again, her hand bracing itself against the firm musculature of his chest, "black and red mask. White diamond stones."

He nodded, confirming it as they danced in a circle, "bag?"

"Upstairs. Already in his hotel room's bathroom," she nodded, "tucked away when 'housekeeping' was there earlier."

"Another widow?"

She shook her head, nodding over to her mentor.

"You can't keep relying on her, you know? They do put the both of us on ice from time to time,” he reminded her, “you need to learn how to work with yourself, and the other widows, not other agents.”

"Just because the two of you have your issues, doesn't mean her and I do," she muttered quickly. His eyes darkened as he glared at her, "she's talks about you too, you know."

"She's an uptight prude," he growled, looking at her, "up on her high and mighty horse. Always has been."

"She's pissed because you stick your dick in everything that looks at you the right wayand has a vagina."

An older woman glared at the dancing couple, and she pursed her lips. She felt him lean in and whisper against the shell of her ear, "I haven't had you."

"I'm a minor, and anyways, I don’t care to look at you," she whispered back. She went to pull away and heshook his head, "don't even think about it, soldat. You were enhanced through the serum. It was bred into my genetic code. I’m stronger than you, and we both know it. You’re old news."

“If I’m old news why can I smell your arousal, little one?”

“It’s for my kill later,” she smirked. He frowned, clearly not expecting it, “and if I had to guess, your arousal is for ‘the uptight prude,’ that you’ve been staring at every time you turn me.”

“We hate each other.”

“The erection you have says otherwise, soldier,” she grinned, pressing another button as her hand brushed between them, “tell me…is it painful when she rejects you time and time again? Is that why you slither back to the other widows so frequently? Because Lynx refuses to bend over for you?”

His jaw clenched, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Shostakov.”

“Sure, you don’t, soldat!” she smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"See, that right there…thatjust makes the challenge more fun. You little flirtatious minx."

"You want someone to fuck, go back and find some whore in the red room," she smirked, "or better yet, try your own facility. Lynx always tells me about all the little octopussy that tries to get to you."

He glared at her yet again and she smiled. There was a part of her that felt bad. Winter Soldier was a good asset. But when he was about to partake in a mission or just came back from one, he was insufferable. No matter what he always tried to flirt with women. It was like the serum turned his testosterone up even higher and he tried to fuck everything in sight.

"Looks like my target is on the move," she smirked, letting go of Winter Soldier. She lightly tapped his hard on. And on her way past, she playfully smacked him on the ass, "better luck next time."

He smirked as he watched her walk away and up to the senator that she was supposed to take care of. When he saw him hand her a glass of champagne, he knew that she would be fine.

Turning his attention to another couple on the dancefloor, he walked up, "mind if I cut in?"

He looked at his date and then nodded, "of course."

She glared daggers at him as he wrapped an arm around her waist. Even with the glove covering his left hand, she could feel the cool vibranium send shivers up her spine as it touched her bare back.

Her body instantly recognized and responded to her past lover. She could feel the erection that had been adjusted in his suit now straining against her hip.

"God you're freezing," she hissed in a low enough tone that no one would hear her. He pulled her to his chest as if they were having a shared intimate moment. She gasped as he pressed his erection against her "soldat. What do you think you’re doing right now? I’m not going to-"

"Позвольте мне наслаждаться моментом, не будучи сукой." (Let me enjoy the moment without you being a bitch.)

She pulled her head from his chest and glared at him once again. He gave a low chuckle, “I’m not playing this game. You want to fuck something, go to one of your whores.”

“I’m not trying to fuck you,” he said in a low growl, “I’m just…”

“What?” she asked, scowling as he pulled her back to him. He caressed her cheek softly, knowing that she was on edge because it was Elliana’s first mission on her own, “soldat…stop.”

“She’s not a child.”

“I’ve helped her so much,” she muttered softly. He tucked her head against his chest and kissed her temple, “I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if she fails.”

“She won’t.”

"Если ее убьют, я уберу тебя сам..." (If she gets killed, I'll murder you myself.)

"Doll," he whispered, pulling away just enough so that he could look at her face. He brushed a ringlet away from her face and she did everything in her power not to lean against his hand as it brushed her cheek, "let her be an adult. You've protected her for too long."

"ты не поймешь, солдат. Она для меня как дочь. Я не могу позволить, чтобы с ней что-то случилось..." (You wouldn't understand, soldier. She is like a daughter to me. I can't let anything happen to her.)

"Do you ever wonder what would have happened if we stayed together, back in the 80's?"

She looked at him, suddenly confused about what he was asking. "Soldat?"

"I remember bits and pieces," he admitted softly, "I remember us acting like a happy little married couple...but were we ever really? I know that they don’t wipe you…so tell me…"

“This is hardly the place or time, sold-“

“Did we love each other?” he asked, “Were we happy?”

"At one point," she whispered, "we were happy once. You were my world…always have been."

He nodded and she laid her head back on his chest as the two of them continued to dance. She watched Elliana pretend to drink her champagne but then dump some while he wasn't looking.

"She looks like you, you know. Beautiful red hair…eyes the same shade of green. Reminds me of the forest in Russia during the Spring," he said after a minute, "got your mouth too. Always had an attitude with me. She makes me wonder what us having one of those would have been like."

"Soldat," she whispered, "please stop."

He looked at her and she backed up as the song ended. Not wanting to let go of her hand, he only did so when he realized that Elliana was taking the senator back away from the gala. But his eyes flickered to hers and he caught the pain that she tried to keep hidden. And it was like he knew that he caused a lot of it. But before he could question it any further, she was giving the order.

“We should move now.”

"Tell Rumlow to watch the elevator. I'll cover the stairs. You get to your spot on the roof," he said quietly. She looked nervous as the teenager pulled the senator out the door and to the elevators. Winter soldier dropped her hand, and they shared a look, "nothing will happen to her. I promise. Now go."

"I was supposed to protect her…she wasn’t supposed to be there," she cried in the hospital room, "she's my best friend. I'm so sorry General Dreykov."

General Dreykov nodded, looking at the sixteen-year-old, then to his daughter who was badly burned. Half of her body was covered in the mottled tissue, and they didn't know if she would last through the night.

He was embarrassed.

During the blast, he had hidden under his desk. Like a coward. He hadn't even thought of pulling Antonia under with him until it was too late.

"There is one thing you could do," he thoughtsuddenly. He looked between Milena and her and Milenabegan to violently shake her head, "please Milena."

"No. No, Dreykov I won-"

"What is she talking about," Elliana asked quickly, cutting her mother off, "Is there a way to save her? Mom…can we help Antonia?"

"We did a brain mapping of you when you were eight," Dreykov admitted, "one month after you started training. Do you remember that?"

The girl nodded, instantly remembering the searing pain that had occurred when they drilled a hole in her head. Absentmindedly her hand reached up to a spot just behind her ear, "yes?"

"Your mother made a chip," he admitted, voice half nervous, half excited at the thought of it, "it's now the standard for how we condition the girls in the red room. If she would give me the chip, I can have the surgeons in the red room implant it into her."

Elliana looked at her mother, her eyes growing wide, "Mom?"

"It's not meant for this," she said quickly, trying to stop what Dreykov was starting, "Elliana you don't understand, sweetie. This won't save her. It will turn her into a shell of who she was. It'll make her a weapon."

Her eyes went glassy, and she took a step back, examining her mother,"I-is that how you see me? As nothing more than a shell? As just a weapon?"

"No! El, that’s no-"

But the damage was done. The tears spilled from her face as she cried against the side of the bed. Her best friend not moving,having been sedated when they got her into the ICU. Milena looked at Dreykov and the two of them went outside of the room.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked as soon as Dreykov shut the door behind him, "HUH?"

"Let me tell you," he seethed, "I'm about to lose my daughter. Someone tried to kill me, and they damn near killed her instead. I need the chip, Milena."

"No," she said with a shake of her head, "I can't give it to you."

"Then I'll take Elliana."

Her eyes widened, "what?"

"You give me the chip, or once my daughter dies, yours takes her place," he said simply, "as a widow. She undergoes the training. Undergoes the conditioning. Maybe she doesn't make it out alive."

Her eyes filled with rage.

"She could kill those trainees with her hands tied behind her back."

He took a step closer to her.

Their noses were practically touching.

"Do you want to test that theory, Milena?"

Her eyes searched his for any hints that he was being untruthful, but all she found was a rage deeper than her own .

"No."

"Then you give me the chip. Leave now and retrieve it from wherever it is that you are hiding it," he said simply, "and I let you keep that bastard."

"Drey-"

"No," he growled, cutting her off. He gripped her by her arm and turned her around so that she was facing away from him and towards the elevators, "I let you go unchecked for far too long. I let you keep that bastard because she was the first child born of the serum and she's enhanced. But do not think that for a second, I can't somehow convince her to come with me if Antonia dies. And you'll be powerless to stop it. You didn't want her raised like they were. She had private tutors. No conditioning. That dangerous little thought process...the killer instinct. That's hers. And if you allow Antonia to die, I can't say that she may go against your wishes and agree with me. Antonia is like a sister to her. Remember? "

She whimpered.

"Oh, you do," he smiled, "when they were younger and she killed my sparring partner because he went back on his promise to take them out for ice cream. Antonia told me after you two left. Elliana didn't care about the ice cream. She only cared when Antonia started crying. Elliana already lost two sisters when she was small…how do you think she’d respond to losing a third, knowing that you could have saved her?"

He turned them again so that they could see into the window of the room. Elliana was still crying, holding Antonia's hands. She didn't need to have her daughter's enhanced hearing to be able to read her lips. She was trying to beg to some invisible force for her best friend's life.

"Do you think that if you let her best friend die, you would still be safe against that killer instinct?" he whispered in her ear. She shivered as she thought about the possibility. She had never thought about Elliana turning on her before, but maybe this death would weigh on her too heavily. Maybe it would tip the scales. After all. She still remembered losing Natasha and Yelena, "Get. The. Chip. Milena."

She walked into the room.

Stopping only when her daughter looked up at her.

Irritated, red eyes looked back. Her cheeks were tear stained and her face puffy from the amount of crying that she'd done.

"Stay with her," she sighed softly, "I'm going to get the chip."

A new wave of tears were brought on. Only this was a grateful, happy wave.

As she turned, she saw the slimy smile of Dreykov staring back at her.

That she could deal with.

If it meant staving off her daughter's urge to kill.

XX Three Months Later XX

"Her training is complete."

Dreykov looked at his daughter. She didn't speak. She didn't show any emotions. But as she held onto Elliana's hand, he knew there was a small sliver of her still remaining. He gave a pained smile thinking about it.

This wasn't what he wanted for her.

He wanted her to be normal. He never wanted his little girl to have this kind of life. As he nodded, Elliana dropped her friend's hand. Antonia looked at her momentarily and then pulled her into a hug. Both girls let a few tears slide down their faces before pulling away.

"Go home, Elliana."

She pulled away and wiped the cheek of her best friend. Antonia did the same to her.

"Thank you," she said softly to General Dreykov, "thank you for letting me be with her."

He nodded, waiting for her to leave the room, before pulling out his tablet. Looking at the controls he sighed, "you still have emotion. Buried deep down. Antonia. Emotion makes us weak. You cannot afford to be weak."

Adjusting a few things, he watched as the emotion in her eyes faded until she was little more than a blank slate. Watching. Waiting.

Meanwhile, outside the room, Milena waited for her daughter.

"He said that we are to go home."

She smiled and pulled her close, "you did so well, my child. You did-"

"Mom," she whispered against her mother, "let's just go home. Please."

Chapter 13

#marvel au #marvel #bucky barnes #winter soldier #hydra #bucky #james buchanan bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #black widow #red room #general dreykov #antonia dreykov #brock rumlow

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minimoni713 · 4 years

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Regret

"Y/N a normal girl,abused both at home and school doesn't find meaning to her life until 3 boys transfer to her school. She wasn't the type to trust people easily but she did,that was her biggest mistake.it becomes even worse when she hears the news of her dad remarrying, meaning she faces even more abuse.nobody knows the truth about her past,it's all hidden by the lies of the media.but is it too late when the truth is out?"~

This is a short kpop fanfic which includes members from blackpink,bts and got7. Whatever written about the members does not portray their behaviour in real life.

TW⚠️:does include self harm, suicide, bullying

This whole story is also on wattpad under the username "agustD_1013". And this part contains chapter 1-5 of the original story. Part two is under my account

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Part 1

Your p.o.v:

When my alarm rang I shot up, like a person from the dead. I just knew I couldn't be late. I rushed to the bathroom to do my morning routine as quickly as possible to avoid the consequences, but i guess that luck isn't on my side.

Once I laid my foot on the bottom of the stairs, SMACK, I got hit right on my left rib. I didn't dare look at who it was, instead I was open to their words and actions, by letting them in. The reeking smell of alcohol could be smelled, from which I knew it was my dad. I could sense more people's presence there and the beating got worse.

Suddenly it stopped. I thought it had ended, but no, I got the hardest hit on my back, I then realized it was Suga. He was the strongest hitter in the family. I couldn't take it anymore. I felt like I was dying there, I was totally empty both in and out.

After my so-called family was done they left me there like a piece of trash. Even though, because of all the beating the hits were stinging in my skin I got up and rushed to school knowing there would be more consequences if i got late.

Luckily, I got to school on time, yet I had to face hardships. I didn't bother to spare a glance at anybody, and neither did the students at school but if they did, they were of disgust. I could hear the students talking shit about me and some even threw comments on me;

"No wonder your family regrets having you", Jennie said.

Every student there started laughing at me. This was so humiliating.

(Narrator)

It seemed liked she didn't care, but the students never knew that their words were slowly killing her from the inside.

(Y/N p.o.v)

But the bullying didn't end there, I was abused once again physically by the school kids, just like my family. This time it stung even more, I was hit at exactly the same places as before. By now there was a whole crowd, yet no one offered to help me. I became the laughing stock of the school. And once again I was left alone.

Honestly, I didn't care anymore. All I could see in front of myself was to use the way to get everything out. I ran to the closest bathroom and took out my blade. Now cutting was a part of my daily routine. I slid the blade multiple times on my skin, by now my arm was fully covered in blood. I ran the water over my arm till all the blood was gone, and wrapped it. I made sure I didn't have any blood stains on my clothes and pulled down my sleeve. I reached my back pocket to take out my phone to check the time, seeing I only had 2 minutes to get to class. I ran, more like limped to class reaching just in time.

(Narrator)

Luckily, Y/N came to class when the bell rang, and sat down in the bottom left corner next to the window. Just then the teacher entered the loud, noisy class. He started with the registration, and was surprised that everyone was there.

"Okay students today we have three new students, please treat them well"

Right after he finished speaking three young boys came in, one by one each started presenting themselves.

"Hi my name is Mark"

"Jackson" he said winking to the girls

"I'm Bambam"

The other four of GOT7 already attend the school and are friends with the whole of BTS. All of them had the eerie vibe of playboys like.

Y/N had no interest in them, she was least bothered about what was going on. But as the three were wandering their eyes around, their eyes met with hers. All four locked their eyes for a good 10 seconds. Just by looking into their eyes she knew that they were harmful to her and no good. While the girls in their class were giving death glares to Y/N, she got the hint that she was in trouble.

The teacher surrounded Y/N by assigning the three boys' seats around her. The lesson passed through quickly and was coming to an end though she had the feeling that someone was watching her. That three pair of eyes were piercing through her.

When the bell rang signaling that the lesson ended she rushed out of the class to the rooftop only to meet with her brothers and their friends; the rest of GOT7. She turned around to leave but was a bit too slow as she was surrounded by all of them. Namjoon came up to her and whispered;

"How sad I got detention this morning because you were too slow this morning and don't you think you should get a payback for that?" with that he threw a punch on her face. One by one the rest joined, using Y/N as their 'punching bag'.

Meanwhile with Mark, Bambam and Jackson they had learned everything about this school; the classrooms, the drama, the students- and especially Y/N and her history. They were feeling suffocated in the corridors, with all the girls drooling over them so to get some fresh air they went to the rooftop only to meet with 11 to 1 bullying

Mark, Bambam and Jackson went up to them to stop the bullying only to get her brothers even more pissed. Bambam shouted

"Are you guys crazy or something, you guys must be sick?"

Junkook came up to him and spoke up;

"Since when did you care about weaklings like her? I thought you guys were one of us"

Even after that the three were still standing their glued to their spots when suddenly Jackson spoke up stiffly;

" Apologize to her now!"

At this rate her BTS & the rest of GOT7 were going mad. They let out small chuckles at the boys, who they thought as one of them. Jackson and Bambam were controlling all the boys to not get near her while Mark took RM to explain something. Y/N's lifeless body was still there. Their discussion was pretty long but towards the end a smirk appeared on RM's face. He came back to apologize to Y/N with the others confused, including you. They immediately left after that. Mark, Bambam and Jackson all had a smirk on their face, but when they noticed you their smirk disappeared and they helped you to the nurse and introduced themselves properly. Y/N's thoughts were lost, maybe they were not as bad as she thought.

The rest of the day went well for Y/N no one bullied her and she hung out with the guys. When school ended, she received a text from her dad to come home immediately. She was really surprised because she always comes home immediately after school and her dad is never home so he doesn't know what she's doing, not like she's doing something bad. Then she got the idea that her dad must be home now.

Y/N hurried home because she didn't want to cause more problems. She opened the front door and noticed two pairs of unknown shoes. When she came to the living room, she saw two unknown women staring at her. One of them looked the same age as her and the other in her mid 40s. Her father and siblings were also there. Her father called her over to sit next to him. She knew something was up, he never acted like this. The news he let out next was devastating, she was happy for him but she was heartbroken. He introduced the two as her to be stepmother and to be step sister.

From the corner of her eyes she could see them glaring at her. Like the others, they were not good either, they knew about her past and reflected on her depending on it.

Her dad and to-be-stepmother informed the others that they would get married within two days and everything would be ready.

The next two days, nothing special happened, but it was much better. Since the three; Mark, Bambam and Jackson moved her life in school became better and all bullying ended in school and her siblings stopped abusing her both at home and school, while her dad continued. Day by day they began to gain her trust and she continued to fall for their plan. Because for once she thought that at the end of the day there would be a meaning to her life.

Soon her father's wedding day came and it was time for her stepmother and stepsister to move in. But one strange thing she noticed was that her family treated her step-sister: Rosé as a princess. Although her family stopped abusing her, they still ignored her and made her do things for them. They liked her more than they ever did.

From the corner of the wall, Y/N looked at how her family was so lovely with Rosé until someone pulled her to her room. When the person turned on the lamp she saw that it was her stepmother.

"Isn't someone jealous? Does it hurt seeing Rosé get all the attention? "

Her stepmother continued the verbal abuse with some slaps on her face. But suddenly someone came in; Rosé.

"Mom I did it everyone has left the house, I don't think they will be back in a few hours. Now we can have some fun with her, "said Rosé.

Her eyes landed on something shiny; it was a blade on the corner bedside table. She grabbed it and began cutting into Y/N's body with her mother.

Y/N was begging them to stop. It couldn't be handled, yet she endured the pain. Till this day she wondered how she was not dead yet. After all the abuse and blood loss shouldn't she have been dead?

Rosé had a strange feeling, she knew this wasn't right but she kept going. She did not control her actions, they controlled her. In fact she was not the one who abused people but she was forced by her mother, stepfather and step-siblings, it was also because of Y/N's past.

Eventually all this ended and both of them left Y/N in her room lifeless. She couldn't move at all, but if her family saw her like this, she would have to face more things. So she went into the shower for not a hot but a long cold shower, knowing that her skin would sting even more than it already is if she showered with warm water. Even though all these bad thoughts about her mother and sister were there, she still had hope. Hope she got from the three guys at school who brought a meaning to her life.

When she was done, she got dressed, but when she was going to sleep she heard strange noises from her dad's room; of a man and a woman. But her family was not home. Then she assumed that her stepmother was with another man.

(Y/N P.O.V)

I thought I heard noises of a man from my dad's room, but according to what Rosé said they shouldn't be at home. That's when something lit up in my mind; She must be with another man. I wanted to see it for myself if it was true, and when I reached the room I saw everything. The scene was heartbreaking, how was dad going to react to this. But what I heard next got the worst of me. My emotions were just falling apart, I had none left.

(Narrator)

She wanted to see for herself if it was true, and when she was in the room she saw everything. Her mother was with another man who was not her father. "Don't worry, darling, I don't love him anymore, you know it's just for the company. I'll do the same with him and the company will be mine, "she heard her stepmother say to that man. Y/N couldn't take this stress anymore so she went to her room and fell asleep. Only one thought was wandering Y/N's mind right now; what did she mean by "do the same with him".

The next day, Y/N woke up and did all her stuff as she usually did. But before she went to school, she wanted to talk to her dad about what she saw the night before.

"Dad are you sure that the one you married loves you and not someone else" and with that she got slapped on her face. Her dad just sat there quietly. With the silence she assumed she would leave, so she went to school.

She met with Mark, Jackson & Bambam and went to class with them. The three were the only ones she trusted, if they disappeared from her life everything would be gone. The three knew everything about her while she knew nothing about them and their history. The school has become a safe place for her, at least it was better than home. She always had this eerie feeling that all students planned something against her behind her back, but she always shook it off.

She was in the corridor when a group of girls, it was none other than the queens of the school; Blackpink, came up to her and showed her a video. When it was over, she couldn't believe it, it couldn't be true. It was a video of Bambam, Mark and Jackson talking shit about her.

"You know Mark, Jackson and Bambam are just using you, they're just playing with you and your heart," Lisa told her.

Jisoo spoke up "Did you think anyone would want to be friends with a nerd like you?"

With that, the laughing girls left her there. She didn't believe the video, she thought the girls edited it to make her jealous. Since the three came into her life, she stopped cutting herself. Cutting herself was a part of her life, it was like a drug she was so addicted to. She had tried many times before but she couldn't get rid of her actions. The three brought a meaning to her life, the three were the ones who kept her alive until now.

Right now she was very confused, but she didn't want to stress out, so she went home. She couldn't think of anything else so she tried to sleep.

However, after barely ten minutes, she thought she heard several voices from the living room; she assumed it was her family. But it did not sound like several discussions but only one discussion, which her family never had. She was quite curious so she went down behind a wall to hear what they were talking about. Rosé had called an urgent meeting with her mother and step family besides Y/N.

"I called this meeting to make an important announcement, but not a good one," she said.

Rosé had a file in her hand that she handed over to her father and mother. They were quite confused which soon turned into a shocked face with several mixed emotions. Both had tears, but what was shocking was that her dad cried more than her mother. She soon announced it, the bitter truth.

(Rosé P.o.v)

I handed the file to mom and dad, I didn't have the courage to tell it first. But what shocked me is that mom barely cried. Just by looking at dad's face I could see he was broken. We aren't even blood-related unlike mom and I. It hurt for me not seeing my mom cry, it seemed like she didn't care. I could read her expressions, her mind was not here, she was clearly thinking about something else.

(Narrator)

"I suffer from a heart disease, we only have four days to find a donor. If not then I'm not-"she couldn't even finish her sentence when she bursted out crying.

All her siblings gasped in shock including Y/N who was around the corner.

"Don't worry we have four days, we have time to find the perfect heart donor for you," IU said comforting her. They loved her too much, they couldn't afford to lose another loved one.

(Y/N P.o.v)

Even though I didn't like her, I would never be happy about someone's death, especially someone in the family.

At this moment with all my family and school problems, I could only find two solutions; either to cut or to sleep. But a third popped into my mind that made a smirk appear on my face; both.

(Narrator)

She hurried to her room and, as planned, she slid a sharp blade over her already bruised skin until all her pain was gone. But she followed it with more pain by taking a hot shower this time, which made her fragile body sting. After a while, she got out of the shower, put on her clothes and made herself in bed.

#kpop #bts #got7 #blackpink

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gamer--grill · 5 years

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Catherine: Full Body game review. Spoiler alert!

Catherine: Full Body is a recreation of the original game Catherine made in 2011 by the game company Atlus, the same creators of the Persona games. It's a very story oriented platform puzzle game and follows the story of a man who's questioning his life and relationships.

Plot

So the story follows a man named Vincent Brooks, age 32, as he struggles with his hesitancy to commit to his girlfriend of 5 years Katherine and with the terrifying nightmares that plague him. At the very start of the game we meet Rin, formaly known as Qatherine, as she's running from her stalker in the streets. Vincent saves her and finding that she has amnesia and doesnt know anything about herself, she gets a job at the Stray Sheep playing piano, she is also Vincent's new neighbor.

2nd, we meet Catherine, a young, sexual blonde who comes into the Stray Sheep and has a drink with our protag. Vincent gets drunk out of his mind and in the morning he wakes up with Catherine naked beside him. He freaks the fuck out and here starts the love square as he struggles to hide his infidelity from both Katherine and Catherine while dealing with his growing affections for Rin.

Gameplay

The real meat of this game is in the nightmare segments. Every night you're transported to a world where you have to climb a tower of cubes before they fall out from under you and you become a heaping plate of sheep meat. And what they don't tell you about the puzzles is THEY ARE HARD, OH MY GAWD! If you play on hard or even normal be ready to throw your controller out the goddamn window and question your life choices bc if puzzles aren't for you then you're gonna have a bad time.

The game's puzzle segments have improved greatly with an additional difficulty setting called Safety where it's impossible for you to die, there's no timer so the floor doesn't fall out from under you, and you have an auto play and skip options so if you're feeling lazy you can have the game play its self or just skip the puzzle entirely. There's also a back camera so if you need to climb to the back of the puzzle you can actually see what you're doing instead of scrambling around like a sheep with its head cut off. The trap blocks are also disabled in Safety mode. After you get to the top of each block tower you'll come to a platform where you can save, talk to people and buy items that help you climb (they bring down your score of you use them fyi.) After that you'll get into a confessioanal booth where you'll be asked a question where you'll have to answer either 1 extreme or the other. This is the main thing that will determine the outcome of the game. This game has multiple endings and depending on what you choose that will decide the ending that you get and the paths you take. There's a total of 14 endings in this game including alternate endings that are exclusive to Catherine: Full Body so this game makes up for its relatively short play time by having high replay value. They've also added new questions to the game so it won't be the same questions that you answered if you played the original Catherine.

There's an option called Remix where there's entirety new kinds of blocks in the puzzles to deal with, I didn't play that but it looked intersting.

Other than the nightmare parts of the game, you spend you're time at the Stray Sheep drinking, talking to you're friends, bar patrons and Rin. You freqently get txts on your phone from all 3 of the girls and unlike the original game you get phone calls now and pics from all of the women, not just Catherine 😈😈. The best thing about the bar is that it's entirely optional. There's no extra fluff you need to slog through. You can just skip entirely passed it if you don't feeling like drinking or talking but it's all so atmospheric that you'll want to do it. Plus drinking more helps you move faster during the puzzles so bottoms up, bitches. 🍸🍺🍻🍷🍹🍶

Character's

I'm only gonna cover the love intrests bc they're the only ones who matter really.

Qatherine (Rin)

Oh. My. God. I can't even begin to tell you how good her story is. Her genuine innocence, kindness and sincerity help Vincent greatly as he deals with the traumatic nightmares and his relationship problems. Early on we can really feel the affection that he has for her and it seems completely natural that they would fall in love. In fact later in the game he kind of admits that he did fall in love with her. This is how good it was, when I messed up and didn't give the right answers for her path to be unlocked I was so pissed off when the cutscene finally came that I would have shouted at my screen if my dad hadn't been sleeping next door to me. Rin also has a unique place in the game. Unlike the other 2, she actually appears in the nightmares and helps you by playing her piano. That added comfort she gives Vincent really adds to her relevance and pefectly supports the way to a loving relationship should you choose to persue one. She's the most fulfilling love option. She's also not human. Or a girl.

Katherine

Katherine is already your long time steady gf when the game begins. Mature and sensible, she almost resembles a mothering role with the protag. She's always worried about him and his drinking habbits and how clean his apartment is. But she's not without her soft side either. She brings him cake and wants to persue a deeper commitment with him. She's very smart and ambitious but also quite understanding when it comes to Vincent's bumbling clumsiness. She truely wants the best for him and their relationship. This is expanded by the memories that are shown to you about their early relationship when they first fell in love. Which didn't happen in the original game. She represents the security and familiarity that comes with having a long time relationship.

Catherine

Catherine isn't actually a human at all. She's a succubus who was brought to specifically temp the protag into a steamy affair. She's described as "his dream girl" and represents the fantasy and freedom that people secretly crave. She's appears unassuming and innocent on the outside but is actually very shrewd and aggressive as shown when she beats the shit out of Vincent in the bathroom of the bar if you choose to break up with her. She also threatens to kill you early on if you cheat on her. She's very emotionally vulnerable and actually falls in love with the protag as the game progresses. If you break up with her she'll beg to stay with you, stateing that "I just wanna be your girl." And that she's ok with you marrying some one else. Then she cries. Then beats you up. It's all very hilarious and strange. Also no one else can see her except Vincent which leads to chaos near the end of the game. Her endings are actually pretty nice so give her some consideration.

Graphics

As this is a ps4 game, it goes without saying that the graphics are better than the original. The cematics really have the polished Persona 5 look to them. The colors are super bright and vibrant it's like a feast for your eyeballs, I just love it. When you do get a loading screen, which isn't often, you get blasted with that signature vibrant pink and the title screen has a whole new look to it. The style is there and I am here for it.

Interesting stuff

These are just things I personally found awesome.

In the begining, the hostess Trisha (she explains the whole story and presents it to you as a soap opera) aknowleges that this game is the new better version of the first.

The cubes with faces on them open their eyes when you stand in front of them.

When you reply to txts in the bar, you don't have to cycle through options anymore, just scroll and select.

There's Persona music on the bars jukebox including the opening song to Persona 5

There's Persona 5 Easter eggs. Just look around. 😉

There's a rich Muslim dude who you get to talk to on the platform after you climb the puzzles so if you're concerned about "representation" it's there.

Overview 8.5/10

Catherine: Full Body is an intersting, unique and stylish game that brings a fresh new concept to gaming and I really recommend it. It's strange and it does what it does and it does it well bc it's not trying to please or pander to anyone. The story is good and the style is showy and I love it.

I hope that you enjoyed this review and that your gamming experience is a little better.

#catherine full body #game reviews #video games #atlus games #atlus #persona 5

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 30)

"Glue"

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Sparking a joint on the way to see Pete at Flappers, Colson, Luna, Ashley and Dom chatter away. Talking video and music concepts still, how they think Colson's gonna do on stage and Luna's hatred for the paparazzi.

Walking in to the comedy club, Luna stops Colson. Looking up at him, she strokes his jawline with her thumb.

"You're gonna do great, Bunny." She tells him, smiling brightly as she stands on her tippy toes to kiss him.

He smiles, her words calming him. "Thanks, Kitten." He replies, bending down for her to reach him.

"And did you know.." She continues as she laces her fingers into his "Holding hands syncs up the heart, becoming a natural anxiety reducer?"

He laughs, always amused at her knowledge. "Then I'm glueing our fucking hands together!" He exclaims to her laughter, as they continue inside, holding hands.

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Once inside, Pete comes out to greet them, giving Luna a big hug. She winces in pain. "Ohhh!! That's right!! Dirty Fucking Harriet over here, leading the anti-deportation railroad!" He teases her. Making Colson, Ashley and Dom laugh.

"Fuck you." She says smirking. Then with wide eyes, knowing her friend too well. "Don't you fucking use that in your set!"

Pete strokes his chin. "I just might." He says smiling down at her.

"Fucking Asshole." She laughs, shoving him with her good arm.

"Alright, alright." He says, throwing his hands up. "Lemme get this Sicko set up." Referring to Colson.

"Break a leg, Bitch!!" Luna says to Pete, hugging him again. She turns to Colson. He's gripping her hand.

Giving him a knowing smile and That One Look he loves so much, all she says is "Great." Before squeezing his hand and kissing him.

"FUUUCCCKK. I don't think I've ever been this nervous before." He thinks following Pete. Even though he's naturally funny, stand up is completely out of Colson's realm

Luna, Ashley and Dom find their table.

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"And now, we'd like to welcome, for the first time ever to Flapper's stage... MGK!!!"

The crowd claps as Luna stands up. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!" She screams at the top of her lungs, clapping hard as he comes on stage. She grins, as he starts, knowing his nervousness. She watches him, through her camera.

"So, I'm up here" he looks down, moving and adjusting the mic around. "Because I lost a bet because I can't keep my clothes on." Luna laughs as other women cat call him. He blushes and laughs as he continues "I have a 9yr old daughter, so I may tell some dad jokes. So, bear with me, please." The crowd and Luna laugh. She can see him loosening up. *CLICK* "Aight, check it, this one of our favorites..." He continues.

"The secret service isn't allowed to yell "Get down!" anymore when the president is about to be attacked. Now they have to yell "Donald, DUCK!" The crowd erupts as he lays another one, relieved and smiling. *CLICK*

"Why can't you hear a pterodactyl go to the bathroom?.... Because the pee is silent." He laughs at himself with the rest of the room. Luna's watching him intently, moving around slyly. *CLICK* Colson sees the wrap it up signal from side stage.

"Ok..ok..one more, one more.. What does a zombie vegetarian eat?" He asks himself. Putting his arms out, hanging his tongue, he growls "GRRRAAAAAIIIINNNNS!” *CLICK*CLICK*CLICK* The crowd loses it. "Thank you! Thank you!" He says beaming before walking off stage. *CLICK*

"Ladies and gentleman, MGK!!!" The crowd erupts with cheers.

Luna heads back to Dom and Ashley. The girls look at each other with the same thought. "He was fucking GREAT!!" They shout in unison, laughing. They ALMOST share the same brain at this point in life.

"BUNNYYYY!" Luna shouts, jumping into his arms as Colson walks over to their table. "AMAZING!!!" She beams, kissing him all over. "You feel alright?" She asks him.

Looking into her eyes grinning he responds "Kitten, I FEEEEL WONDERFUL tonight. All I need is you and a drink." Adrenaline still flowing from the stage through him.

Heart racing from his special words she thinks to herself "I FUCKING LOVE HIM!!"

"Let's get you that drink, then." She smiles sliding off of him and grabbing his hand.

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Pete goes on as they get back to their table. He really enjoyed watching Colson sweat and is on fire himself. He runs through anything and everything. Trump, Ariana... He bust Loius CK's balls, both personally and publicly. Saying that he rathers offering girls weed in his hand. Over his weiner. He's killing the crowd. Then he steps in with.. "So, I've got this friend, a tiny, little white girl, just like me... Woooh!" He purses his lips and pretends to curl his hair with his finger. The crowd laughs, her table even harder as they glance at her.

"Oh, FUCK." Luna thinks to herself. Shaking her head, as she rolls her eyes with a smirk.

"She thinks she the Dirty Harriet of the anti-deportation railroad." He continues, walking around the stage. "She says to me while we're gettin high one day, talking about the ICE situation..." Pete changes his voice and wiggles his fingers, looking like Gollum from The Lord of the Rings. "We could use teamwork, get a train and save alll the little children." He laughs, continuing, "I look over." He starts pointing. "And this Bitch has Dora the Explorer on the TV and Thomas the Train on her laptop and The FUCKING Wonder Pets on her phone. She's SO fucking high, that she's doing a Dora/Thomas/WonderPets CROSSOVER!!" He stops and looks at the crowd sideways. Continuing, "I wanted to say 'TURN OFF NICK JR, YOU CRAZY BITCH!!!!!' But I was so HIGH, all I could ask was..." Dropping his voice. "'Can I be the conductor?'." He laughs at himself with everyone else. "Fucking white people, Man..." He finishes shaking his head to an erupting crowd.

"Thissss MOTHERFUCKER." Luna laughs to herself, shaking her head as she drops it into her hands.

Pete ends his set flawlessly.

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After Pete finishes, he meets up with his friends. They greet him with cheers. "Yo! You KILLED IT tonight, Dawg!" Colson tells him, slapping his hand while pulling him in for a hug.

"Funny as Fooking hell, Mate!!" Dom chimes in.

"Great set, Pete!" Ashley agrees, hugging him.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Pete grins, looking at Luna as he swigs his beer. She has that 'I may fuck you up' smile on her face that he knows oh, so well. "You know you set yourself up." He states to her with a grin.

She's grinning back. "Enh. I'd be more pissed of there wasn't any truth to the Nick Jr bit." Both of them bursting out laughing to the inside joke. "Where you staying tonight, Petey?" She then asks, nodding her head as she swigs her beer.

"Uhhh..."

"With us." Colson says, grabbing Luna and Pete around the neck with his arms, pulling them in close.

"Yeah, I just gotta meet my manager by 3P..."

Deciding to head back to Ashley's, Colson declares "WE OUT!!" as they exit the club.

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Back at Ashley's they drink some more, burn A LOT, A LOT, laugh and play a VERY intense game of Trouble. Colson and Dom agree they're going to do the open call for their video. Over dinner, they had titled the track "I Think I'm Okay". Luna and Ashley are in love with it, encouraging the guys to play it for Pete. HE fucking LOVES it too. This prompts Colson to play "Bad Things" for them. No one's heard it yet outside of the band.

"YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING SICK!!!" Ashley shouts after she watches Luna and Colson twist and dance around each other to the beat, singing to the other along the track. It reminds her of herself and Gerald sadly, as the others listen. "THAT'S gonna be a Fucking hit!!" She shakes her head, pointing her index finger knowingly in delight.

Pete agrees "That's fucking gnarly!! And so different for the both of you." He observes. Luna and Colson beam together, thanking them, while she's tucked under his arm.

"Bet-ah every time I Fooking hear it, Mate!!" Dom tells Colson. Luna cocks her head up.

"I played it for him the other night." Colson says to a nodding Luna.

They hang out for a bit more before Luna changes into a pair of boy shorts and an old oversized Carolina hoodie, signaling that they're heading out.

Ashley congrats both Pete and Colson on their sets with hugs. Dom with hugs and kisses. Luna and Ashley smooch, making plans to meet up over the weekend.

"I'm starving." Luna states as they head to The Benz. Colson tosses her the keys.

"Then you drive."

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Luna doesn't support hateful organizations but she's starving and Chick-Fil-A is the first thing she sees. Pulling in they order almost EVERYTHING off of the menu. Luna hate-liking her food. She fires up a joint to ease her guilt as she pulls them out.

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Colson's drunk and aggressive when they hit the bedroom. He started pawing her once they left Flappers. She had popped 2 percs before eating, in anticipation. As he throws her on the bed, she's credits herself.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you, you Brooklyn BITCH." He slurs as he pulls her shorts off with her panties. Luna beats him to the jump, pulling her own hoodie and bra off for him, protecting her wound. "I love your fucking titties!!" He declares drunkenly, diving into her chest face first, knocking her onto the bed. She laughs, trying not to wince, as she holds his head by his hair, positioning herself comfortably on the bed. He's sucking all over her breasts. Tonguing each piercing before moving up her neck to her mouth. "I FUCKING WANT YOU." He demands, pushing his solid dick against her. Hard. He pulls her arms up above her head with his hands. Holding her hostage, sucking on her neck, as she wraps her silky legs around his long body in pleasure. Not caring about the pain in her shoulder as she arches her back with a purr. Still holding both wrists but with one BIG hand, he slides the index finger of his other between her lips. "Mmmmm... Dirty girl." He says, pleased with her wetness. He lets go of her wrists, throwing her legs over his shoulders quickly. Then he grabs her wrists again with one hand, using the other to guide himself into her. A moan escapes her as he enters her. Fully. She arches her back, pushing her hips into him, settling him deep inside her. They both groan in pleasure as he hits his Home.

Hands pinned above her head, with his dick filling her, Luna feels like she's tripping. He's so big that she can cum by just tightening herself around him. He feels her clench and shake in pleasure before he begins to pump. Feeling her heart racing through his chest. He takes her ankles with her wrists, over her head and pounds into her hard. Rocking her like a Fucking chair.

"Unnhhhhh. Bunnny!" She breathes in heavy as his dick pounds her wet pussy.

"Like that, hunh!" He demands pounding himself into her. Panting as she pushes her hips up against him. He lets her right leg go, she pushes off the bed, relieving her shoulder as she fucks him sideways. Swirling her hips and grinding on him harder. The switch intensifies both of them. Bucking against him with half her body in the air, they're clawing at each other.

"I'm going, Bunny!" She cries out.

"NO, you ain't!!" He tells her, biting the thigh next to his face.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" She screams bucking harder against him.

"Hold it." He demands, pounding into her harder.

"My fucking vagina is going to fall off." Luna is convinced. Mind hysterical in pleasure.

He holds one ankle next to his cheek, kissing it, as her other leg is wrapped around him. She's pumping into his slamming rythym. He lets go of her other leg. She slides it around him as he slides his hands around her throat to her pleasure. She's bucking against him. Fast, hungry and hard. He slides his hands off her throat, up the sides of her face. Big hands cradling her delicate face and pleading eyes. Fucking her hard. "Do it." He tells her, pulling her body hard into him by her neck and skull. Slamming into him, she follows his direction. It's ONLY in the bedroom, does Luna do what she's told. Bucking hard, she tightens around him as he throbs and fills her.

""FUUUCKKKKKK!!!!" She cries out. Still swirling her pussy around his cock in pleasure. "Fuck shit, Bunny..." She happily purrs, shifting her shoulder under his weight. SO fucking thankful for Percocet.

"You're my dirty, little whore." Colson giggles, burying his drunk face into her right shoulder. Her legs are wrapped around him and she's trying not to laugh, not wanting to push him out. His drunk ass is dumb and cute and she can't help it.

"Oh NO!! You kicked me out!" He cries out, visibly devastated.

Laughing, she pulls him close to her. "Oh, Bunny, Come'er." She kisses him sweetly before he lays his drunken face and WHOLE body weight upon her chest and breasts. She shifts, dying, even with both 30s. Happily dying underneath him. Nevertheless.

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Fearghal & Tess & Katya

Fearghal: [Notes in detention, let's say he's there today 'cos some teacher was a patronizing dickhead and he told 'em to do one and then did himself] Tess: [we all know she was brawling but let's assume something/someone stopped her at the start of it cos she has no chill rn and they'd be dead] Fearghal: Hey up Tess: g'wed Fearghal: what you in for Tess: [draws a spoon because that means to make a mistake in scouse but with a hand gripping the handle because 'gripped' is caught] Fearghal: [draws an eye on the spoon] Tess: [when you're amused af but you can't show it because such is life so you just draw a big ? like what do you want] Fearghal: you not in year 11? Tess: [cross out the 1 and write a 0] Fearghal: [draws a smiley in the 0 so it looks like an E and does his own question mark] Tess: [writes however much that'd cost back then because idk] Fearghal: sound Fearghal: what's your name then Tess: [draws a _ like fill in anything you like] not gonna fuck you whatever you call me Fearghal: [does a lol and gets told to shut up] Fearghal: alright, blondie it is Tess: [makes a 😒 face at him] bleach ain't only a pure boss bevvy Fearghal: [huge grins back like] Fearghal: so you're smart and all Tess: [🖕 because does she care if the teacher sees not really but 😏 because try and keep some customers babe] Tess: can count the spends you owe if you're deciding you'll leg it Fearghal: [does 'dagger through my heart' act] Fearghal: not do that, you know where I live, babe Tess: if you wanna call it living, irish Fearghal: Living it up in Heswall are ya? I'll pop in for tea when I'm in the area meself Tess: you a scuffer with a baby face? [draws a baby policeman with an irish flag] Fearghal: get fucked am I Fearghal: new one, give you credit there Tess: ask a lotta geg questions, new lad, bit rem if you ain't earning from it Fearghal: Shit, don't tell Donovan he's right Fearghal: really can't read Tess: [is again so amused on the low but] do less drugs Tess: learn more scouse Fearghal: must be your main gig Fearghal: teach me then, blondie Tess: your gary orders are properly keeping my leccy on, yeah [draws a 💡 with a smiley face] Fearghal: better teacher than this lot but that ain't saying fuck all but I reckon I'd learn a thing or two if you were up there instead Fearghal: [throws paperball at board for emphasis and then has to go put it in the bin like 😏] Tess: whatever your meff mates in year 11 have said, they didn't learn or catch nothing off me Fearghal: [when he's back in his seat] Fearghal: I ain't got any blondie, you're alright Tess: [draws him a medal] made up for yous Fearghal: [makes it have a sad face] shouldn't be Tess: [crosses it out like I take it back then] Fearghal: [draws a heart] Tess: [rips up that page deliberately slowly like fuck you] Tess: giz us the £ and garry can show his face Fearghal: [laughs again like sh you have such a loud laugh but not bothered and neither is this teacher lowkey so] Fearghal: at the end, not necking it now, babe Tess: [draws a broken heart with garry written in it] Tess: call me babe again and you ain't getting it Fearghal: [crosses it out] Tess: not as rem as your face would have you look Fearghal: s'okay, I know I'm cute, blondie Tess: stop listening to your ma, irish, she's feeding you lies with the scran Fearghal: don't think it's in her vocabulary or recipe book Fearghal: [crosses out garry and writes his own name] Tess: how am I meant to say that? barely read it Fearghal: want me to teach you Fearghal: gave me the scouse 101 for free Tess: point you in the direction of a girl that'll work on, is right Fearghal: you're a pal Tess: friendly neighbourhood dealer Fearghal: [draws a really crap spiderman] Tess: gonna tat that on me, full credit to yous Fearghal: it is my look too so tah for that Tess: [looks at him like she genuinely hasn't noticed cos lowkey never looks at people if she can help it] Fearghal: [lifts his sleeves where necessary like hiya] Tess: [🙄 but she hasn't looked away so] Fearghal: and that's just the safe for school ones, jailbait Tess: [puts her hand up and is like sir this boy is flirting with me cos she knows he won't actually do anything but she's like um shut up fearghal] Fearghal: [always loling] Tess: try downers Fearghal: what would the chef recommend Tess: I'm not a walking menu Tess: how full's your wallet? Fearghal: not that full Fearghal: but my gaff is shit enough to make me [sad face] Tess: [draws a him with that sad face at a lemonade stand because lemonade is slang for shit drugs I don't think it's scouse but I'm still doing it] Fearghal: [draws a stickman teacher pissing in his cup] Tess: [😏 before she can help it, let's hope her hair is covering her face enough] Fearghal: [draws a landline phone] 123 what's the time and how long we got left Tess: [draws a clock with the time on as it is now and another one with the time they are allowed to leave as if she's challenging him to be able to tell time lol] Fearghal: not flirting with you or nothing but you got the glasses and pencil skirt or have I gotta fork out for them too Tess: [crosses them both out cos she doesn't have either of course and underlines the fork out bit like unlucky] Fearghal: tell all me mates your well expensive, fairplay Tess: tell 'em I ain't for sale and you won't get wrecked Fearghal: sure, lemme hit 'em with my next note Fearghal: [throws it at an empty desk like sup lads] Tess: [draws some ghost 90s fuckboys because amused again] Fearghal: [gives 'em stereotypical scouse names like idk, all of the beatles etc] Fearghal: bessie mates, right Tess: stay close to george, the rest are cunts Fearghal: looking out for me so you can do me in yourself Tess: need you to keep the wolves from my door, irish Tess: dead hero's no use Fearghal: so tell me Fearghal: which one am I, spidey Tess: [shrugs but we all know she's a massive nerd] Fearghal: take superman then Fearghal: 'least draw me the S and I'll see if I've got room on me chest Tess: [draws it at him in the air like] Fearghal: [catches it and thumps on his chest like sorted] Tess: [🙄] Fearghal: [draws a crossed-eyed face with glasses and the teacher bun] Tess: [puts a knife in her hand cos very subtle warning there] Fearghal: [draws target on his back] Tess: [😏] Fearghal: what parties are you hitting tonight Tess: every one Fearghal: busy [🐝] Tess: patronising [drawing of a slug because there isn't an emoji how rude] Fearghal: can put the salt away, meant it, honey [🍯💘] Tess: call me honey again and I'll stab you Fearghal: strangeways, here we come Tess: morgue for yous Fearghal: wish it were a promise, blondie Tess: it is, not a soft lad, i don't only put the tip in, like Fearghal: [puts his hand up like sir this girl is flirting with me] Tess: you wish Fearghal: [does daydream bubble above his cartoon head and sighs IRL so wistfully and dramatically] Tess: [writes I'm a doss cunt in the bubble and makes him be crying] Fearghal: awh, well how'd you know Tess: [points to her eyes like I've got them and use them] Fearghal: pretty Tess: [when you cross it out so dramatically cos you're fuming now because 1. we can all imagine the shit josh used to say 2. she's not allowed to live that way 3. thinks he's just flirting with her like the rest cos she's easy] Tess: fuck off Fearghal: [a bit like ?! but has the decency to hide it like shrugging like alright] Tess: [moody silence be like because can't look at him cos then eye contact and don't think about my eyes please] Fearghal: is charlie coming tonight too Fearghal: [coke] Tess: Yeah Fearghal: y'know what time? Fearghal: [price] Tess: [again idk but let's say she writes it there for him obvs] Fearghal: [does thumbs up when he can catch her eye for a sec] Tess: [nods to show that she saw it but those eyes are dead honey] Fearghal: what do you reckon he peps his coffee up with then [gesturing at the teacher who's so out of it] Tess: scotch [draws a 👃 like figured that out ages ago bye] Tess: teacher's highland cream if he had jokes Fearghal: you're funny even if he ain't Fearghal: not giving him that much credit personally, least that's an actual drink Fearghal: I reckon it's straight paint thinner vodka in that black coffee Tess: he likes to actually drink, irish he's not woman having a midlife crisis Tess: that was his wife Fearghal: so it ain't her red wine leftovers in there Tess: it'd be turned to vinegar Fearghal: [draws broken heart] Fearghal: bless him Tess: you sound like you're a woman having a midlife crisis Fearghal: ugly bitch if I am Tess: sound not look, bitch Fearghal: I get it Fearghal: older women are hot Tess: [crosses it out like no thank you] Fearghal: [draws himself with long hair crying] Tess: [starts putting her hand up again but puts it down immediately cos just for the bants] Fearghal: [is 😏] Fearghal: you'd know if I was Fearghal: reps anything to go by Tess: [draws an arrow to the older women are hot comment even though she put a line through it let's say it's still readable and a 💔 next to it] Tess: too young for you Fearghal: you're gutted Tess: [goes over and over the 💔 until it's really dark and emphasised like yeah obvs] Fearghal: eh carve it on the desk so i know its real, blondie Tess: [does because give a shit] Fearghal: [beats whatever is probably written about them in the bathrooms etc] Tess: [taking a sec to deal with her other notes/drug deals while the teacher is drunkenly asleep like] Tess: carve it into his head so i know it's real, fearghal Fearghal: [the rest of y'all better keep your chill enough so he can get it done then you can all run out early tah, 'DOSS CUNT' is the way to go obvs] Tess: [is so 😏 not fake rn at all] Tess: [people be following her like she's the pied piper cos deals to be done] Fearghal: [goes off like he ain't gonna stay but is actually just going for a piss or whatever so the crowd dies down a bit] Tess: [when you're waiting because you need the cash but it looks like you're shamelessly waiting for him] Fearghal: [walks back when the last kid is leaving and makes a face like 'looks like you'd make lots offa him'] Tess: [giving nothing away by your face because in work mode] Fearghal: [when you sit down on a step, wherever and get out a pouch of baccy and a rizla and start rolling 'cos conflicted 'cos got your own shit you have to save for here but also clearly need to get fucked up atm so- but you offer her the first one 'may as well'] Tess: [gives him a death stare like fuck you I can roll my own and probs better than you but still takes it but deliberately doesn't sit cos gotta keep that distance, blowing smoke like you're so furious he's being a time waster when we all know it's good to take a sec actually] Fearghal: [gives an amused little half-laugh on the exhale of his own smoke at her display 'can't charge me for time, still have 20 minutes in there if it weren't for me, blondie' shrugs] Tess: [just got the 🚬 in your mouth so you can pick at the bitten skin around your nails like it's not sore enough already and pretend like he doesn't exist to you] Fearghal: [just whistling to yourself 'cos you can't do silence] Tess: [when you lowkey kick him like shut up omg because can't pretend he's not there if he won't let you and to remind him you still are like are we doing this deal or nah] Fearghal: [slides the cash over to her on the floor like there you go] Tess: [hands him them droogs after she's picked up and counted the cash of course but she's written her name for him on whatever they're in like there you go 'nickname can go die on it's arse now' but we all know she'd die if he called her by her name actually] Fearghal: [breathes out like really? when he sees her name 'cos coincidences everywhere and shakes his head like 'fuck sake' and a little lol 'as long as you don't stab me for it, I'll stick with Blondie, tah'] Tess: [another death stare because what's wrong with my name fuck you and also so glad I bothered telling you then but crosses her name out like it's so casual which makes me lol cos it looks like she's gonna take her drugs back like none for you bye] Fearghal: [just getting up to either get his drugs or money back but still more bemused than mad, like 'nothing personal, babe'] Tess: [shoves his drugs back at him because don't call me babe] Fearghal: [does a cross over his mouth like whoops and pockets the droogs 'tah'] Tess: [just 🚬 like because as he said nowhere to be yet] Fearghal: [when you're just in your thoughts but trying not to be so you gotta lowkey make smalltalk 'you always lived here?'] Tess: ['the accent's not jarg, irish, is yours?' why is that the word for fake okay then] Fearghal: [can just about follow that one lol 'yeah, reckon it'd make me dead popular, nothing like fitting in' gestures at himself up and down with a grin 'cos does not in any way] Tess: [looks him up and down like 😒 don't protest too much babe 'heard you ain't had no issue finding holes to fit yourself in' cos that milf rumor popping off] Fearghal: ['careful, indifference gets to sounding like jealousy if you shout about it' but shrugs like and what?] Tess: [laughs in a way that would be so much like a fuck you 'proper scouse 101, say a cunt's still got a ma and da under one roof, don't come and fuck that ma under the same, however boss she looks in a nightie and slippers'] Fearghal: [makes a face that's so fake shook 'Well now you tell me, Blondie- No bother, 'cos if I can get in, s'the family that's already broken, not the door, give a fuck if some soft lad-' mimics her accent for that bit- 'and his da are gonna cry about it, his mum weren't'] Tess: [shrugs because lbr if that lad was gonna do anything or his dad they already would have and she's done her bit by 'warning' him for next time] Fearghal: [flicks his ash away and coughs 'if they seem desperate to get caught themselves, I'll reconsider next time, maybe'] Tess: ['it's your life, babe' mimics his accent for the babe because have to if he did it first] Fearghal: [nods like 😏 'nah fairplay my accent is well fit'] Tess: [the most disgusted face she can do and still be serious] Fearghal: [just laughing always 'alright then blondie, see you later'] Tess: [nods because inevitably] Fearghal: [time skip to a party] Tess: [girl be working hard drinking some horrible 90s energy drink that's probably worse for you than drugs because much to do] Fearghal: [can only imagine how gone he and Katya are] Tess: [everyone but her lowkey how bored she'd be] Fearghal: [s'not a mood but this party wouldn't really be anyway we all know it Tess: [story of their lives] Katya: [gonna be looking ravey af, the glitter and neon paint would be so real, coming up like 'hello' like you're already mates] Tess: [when she'd be shook because nobody says hello to her ever but covering it well of course and just giving her a look like what do you want because there's only one reason she's here] Katya: ['You look very bored'] Tess: [has to stop herself from loling because caught off guard again as that wasn't what she expected her to say but just looks at her like let me sell you some drugs and then I'll have something to do] Katya: [looks at her and raises an eyebrow like, I don't buy my own drugs 'Would you like something else to drink?'] Tess: [is conflicted af because obviously would because this party is boring af but like is also working and also we know the state of her father and also doesn't like owing people things which reminds her that she owes Fearghal a smoke so she's like 'where's the irish lad?' because thinks they are fucking/know each other better than they do] Katya: [has a look round genuinely like idk let's see but clearly can't see him or she would've babe, rolls eyes but affectionately 'must be upstairs'] Tess: [shrugs like it's so casual but goes to get a real drink cos fuck it] Katya: [is like 'hey!' 'cos she was gonna get it but smiles and stays put 'cos not gonna follow her that hard] Tess: [is probably ages cos getting waylaid by punters but comes back to stand where she was cos Katya is less annoying than the other dickheads here] Katya: [has just been grooving, with lads she wanna, avoiding the ones she don't like 'scuse me, in that vain running up to Tess and being like 'save me' in her ear so this particular one takes the hint] Tess: [death stares whoever it is like off you fuck now cos you don't wanna start shit with her boy] Katya: [shrugs at him like whoops sorry but is 😏 so evidently not 'Мудак' (Mu-dak, specifically for dudes) as she turns back to Tess, shaking her head] Fearghal: [suddenly popping back up like 'Dunno what you just called me but don't reckon I deserve it, like'] Tess: [is also 😏 because amused by Katya's antics anyway but have to keep the expression on around Fearghal of course and puts a 🚬 in his hand immediately like] Fearghal: [looks at it then at her like confusion 'cos high but then 💡 and nods her way like oh yeah, cheers and puts it behind his ear for later and puts an arm around Katya who is squishing his face like 'never!'] Tess: [when they are nothing like Josh or Summer but it reminds her of having friends so she wants to die just drinking too fast like] Fearghal: [the mood so neither of them is gonna call her out on it even though they see it, Fearghal specifically looking at her like 'Celebrating?' and a face like same 'cos doesn't need saying that obvs not but Katya raising whatever she's got like 'Ha За здоровье!'] Tess: [when she just ignores him and cheers Katya with whatever you're drinking as like I'll be off now but then she sees that the gruesome twosome are here and straight up freezes] Fearghal: [when you both look and are both 😒 like eurgh 'cos wouldn't fuck with either of them as is and like everyone knows who they are in relation to Tess so get why she's reacted like that, so he goes off to get more drinks having to go past them like 'scuse me dickheads and Katya turning her back so Tess can stand her ground and not but still look like they having an in-depth convo 'she was your friend' a statement way more than a question 'I think she would like to be you, she is an idiot'] Tess: [watching them kiss and dance together cos can't look away so I hope Fearghal barges into them even if he didn't need to so she can stop and down the rest of her drink to get rid of the taste of blood in her mouth from holding herself back from doing anything else since she's still got drugs on her like we said, can't be starting drama especially with Summer who's 100% that bitch. About to nod at Katya because she was her friend for such a long time but then snapping the fuck out of that instinct and shaking her head because not anymore clearly and scoffing because yeah Summer is an idiot, who'd wanna be her when she doesn't even wanna] Fearghal: [Katya scoffs back 'She would rather be thought pretty and have boyfriend than have things that matters but this is like all girls our age, yes? Silly, knowing nothing about anything.' Fearghal coming back with three of whatever and shoving one at Tess as quick as she did the cigarette, swapping it for her empty, throwing it not at Summer and Josh but in their general direction 'What would you like to do?' Katya adds, taking a swig of her drink 'We can find you more customers if you would like'] Tess: [literally would wanna say something about how much Josh and the family they were meant to be did matter but not drunk enough for that although she blatantly will be soon cos haven't eaten anything in forever probably and would drink like half the drink he just gave her immediately like what could go wrong here. Finally saying 'Yeah' to both things but so quietly they'd struggle to hear it over this rave if they were anybody else and making herself move into the crowd to get customers instead of away which is what she'd wanna do] Fearghal: [she can go off to get all the lads and clearly get so fucked up 'cos all gonna buy her some too 'cos that's the ploy here, whereas he's gonna stay in sight 'cos shamelessly protective and can step in if anything kicks off with those two] Tess: [god bless, not all heroes wear capes lads, I appreciate less lads for Tess to have to deal with as she's getting white girl wasted in this club] Fearghal: [go have a cry you deserve it lbr] Tess: [just in the bathroom like the girly cliche you're not] Fearghal: [have at it honey, shame he can't smack Josh yet really] Tess: [kick everyone out first though you don't need that to be your rep] Fearghal: [meanwhile actually do smack him 'cos any reason at a party where everyone's fucked up] Tess: [hooray for coming back and them being gone] Fearghal: [small blessings, and they've probably shifted a fair amount between 'em so] Tess: [give this smol drunk child her money lads and she'll try not to cry on you] Fearghal: [all the funds for you] Tess: [give them a drug freebie like thanks even if Katya might wanna save hers for later if she's had loads] Fearghal: [I hope you've cheeked some for later or you'll be so skyhigh/about to die lol] Tess: [when she'd just wanna leave but like that's not her life]

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Oooh you know what would be lovely? A fic where Henry meets for the first time his mom's boyfriend and has a chat with him about Killian treating well his mother and what'll happen if he hurts her, because he loves his mom a lot and doesn't want her suffering anymore.

He wakes to soft puffs of breath against his chest. They come out evenly in the way that he knows Emma is still asleep, her arms wrapped around him while her icy feet tangle between his calves. He can’t very well move without waking her, so he’s content to lay in the silence and darkness of the room. They didn’t bother to close the curtains last night, in too much of a hurried frenzy to undress each other after their dinner, so he can see that the sun is just beginning to rise, inky black transitioning into an orange glow over the streets of New York.

It’s not often they get to sleep together after a date. And by sleep, he does actually mean sleep. They’ve gotten creative in other aspects like they’re two teenagers and not a man in his early thirties and woman in her late twenties with their own apartments and bedrooms. But it’s nice to be able to make love to his girlfriend in the privacy and comfort of her bedroom. He will admit to that. There’s something to be said about being able to appreciate Emma slowly, leisurely, deliberately, and he savors every moment of it.

Emma has a son, a spitfire of a young man named Henry, and while he’s never met the lad, he feels as if he knows him almost as well as he knows Emma. She swears that one day he’ll get to meet her boy, something he never pressured her for knowing that it’s not a moment to be taken lightly, and then their secret rendezvous and hurried trysts won’t be nearly as often. He may be allowed to actually sleep over at their apartment more than when Henry’s at an actual sleepover, and he does long for the day when he’s granted that privilege.

To both meet Henry and stay over. The first part is far more important, but the second would definitely be lovely.

But Emma’s been burned in the past, men betraying her ever since Henry’s father impregnated her at seventeen and abandoned the both of them when he found out. She told him from the very beginning that Henry comes first. If he had an issue with that, he could walk out the door then and there and not bother coming back. But it wasn’t an issue for him then, and it’s not eight months later. He loves every part of her, and Henry is a very large part of exactly who Emma Swan is.

She stirs beside him, her breathing becoming more erratic and her legs moving against his calves. God, he loves her, and he can’t help himself but to begin rubbing his hand up and down her bare back to ease her into wakefulness.

“G’morning, sweetheart.”

“It’s early,” she mumbles against his chest, burrowing her nose into his chest hair, “I don’t like early. We should be sleeping, not waking.”

“So articulate this morning.”

She pops her head up and opens one eye, giving him the most incredulous look he’s ever seen from her. And he’s seen a lot of those.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

“Too tired.”

He chuckles before grabbing onto her sides and rolling them over until his body is completely covering hers, his lips peppering kisses across every inch of her face – her temple, forehead, nose, eyelids, cheeks, chin – until they land on her lips. She’s laughing by the time he’s finished, the vibrations moving through him, and when he pulls back to look down at her, his arms on both sides of her head propping him up, she’s smiling.

It’s beautiful.

She’s beautiful.

Her hand reaches up to touch his cheek, the smoothness of her skin soothing against the harshness of his stubble. “Good morning, babe.”

“There we go, love. You want to make some breakfast?”

She hums. “I want to take a shower alone while you make breakfast.”

“Why does that seem like I am getting the short side of the deal?”

“Because you are.”

She pushes at his chest before pressing up and pecking his lips. When he rolls over, she crawls out of the bed, her bare arse and back in full view to him while she walks into her bathroom. He groans and tries to calm himself down, taking deep breaths until he finally gets out of bed and slips into his jeans from last night, not bothering to put on a shirt.

Emma never has any food, but she does have pancake mix and bacon, so he begins making those, popping the bacon in the oven and letting the pancake batter sizzle on the stove. The radio she keeps on the counter plays Motown music, and he hums along to it while the sounds of the shower continue to play in the background. It’s as he’s flipping a pancake that he hears the front door unlock, the sound shocking him so much that he simply stands where he is until Emma’s son walks into the apartment and is staring at him with parted lips and wide doe eyes.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He’s not even wearing a shirt, and his jeans are unbuttoned.

Jeans. Button them. He has to button his jeans.

He quickly does that, zipping himself up behind the counter while Henry continues to stare at him from the front door.

“Um, hello, lad,” he greets, reaching up to scratch behind his ear and forcing an awkward smile.

“Your pancakes are burning, dude.”

It takes him a moment to register what Henry’s said, his mind running all over the place. Emma is going to be pissed when she gets out of the shower…pancakes. Henry said something about the pancakes. He’s burning the pancakes.

“Fuuu-dge,” he mumbles under his breath, correcting his language even though Henry most definitely caught that judging by his snicker before he turns and gets the burnt pancake off the stove, flipping the switch so that the pan stop sizzling and stepping to the side to get the bacon out of the oven, mindful enough not to grab a hot pan with his bare hand. “So, um, what are you doing home so early, Henry?”

He turns to see Henry sitting at the kitchen counter, a smug smile on his face that reminds him of Emma even though they look nothing alike.

“You’re the boyfriend, right?”

“Yeah, I – I am. That’s what your mum calls me? Boyfriend? She says that to you?”

“My mom doesn’t really talk about you around me, but that’s what she calls you to her friends.”

“Well, yes, I’m the boyfriend. Look, Henry, this is an awful way to be meeting you. I’m…I’m sorry for that.” He sticks his hand across the counter, and Henry accepts, giving an extra firm grip for an eleven-year old. “Killian Jones. It’s nice to meet you. Your mum thinks the world of you, and I do, too.”

“Henry Swan. We need to talk.”

That shocks him, his already erratic heartbeat only increasing. That’s a phrase he usually hears from women, but he’s never been more nervous to hear it than right now.

“About what?”

“Your intentions with my mom.”

Henry’s arms are crossed over his chest, and Killian knows that the look he’s pulling is supposed to be intimidating. But the lad is so small and screams friendliness that it comes off as more cute than anything. Henry is serious, though, and Killian would never diminish that or him. If he wants to have a serious conversation, they’ll have a serious conversation.

“Well, I love your mum, Henry. I just want her to be happy.”

“You made her cry once. Is that going to happen again?”

Shit. Henry’s seen Emma cry because of him, likely over one of their arguments, though he doesn’t know which one, and he can’t imagine how that must have looked.

Awful. It must have looked awful.

“Not on purpose.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that sometimes things happen without us meaning to, but I’d never make your mother cry on purpose. Like I said, all I want is for her to be happy. And for you to be happy, too.”

“Yeah, well, my dad said he loved my mom, and so did a couple of her other boyfriends. And they all hurt her. What makes you different?”

He’s always known Henry was a smart lad, much smarter than most kids his age if Emma’s stories are anything to go by, but he’s getting the absolute third degree here. How the hell is he supposed to answer something like that? A part of him wants Emma to get out of the shower, but another part of him is terrified for when she does.

“Henry, I don’t know,” he answers honestly, making sure to look Henry directly in the eyes before he brushes his hand through his hair. “That’s a hard question. I know your mum has been hurt before, and I hate it. I wish I could take all of that pain away from her…and from you. I really do love your mother, have for a long time and hopefully will forever. But I can’t do that without your approval. You’re her number one man. Always. I’m just playing second fiddle.”

Henry contemplates him for a minute, his eyes slanting as he studies him. “Do you actually play the fiddle?”

He barks out a laugh before shaking his head. “No, but I do play the guitar.”

“Cool. You think you can teach me?”

Oh how children get so easily distracted.

“I’d be honored,” he smiles, resisting the urge to reach over and ruffle Henry’s hair. Where did that urge come from? “You want some breakfast?”

“Duh. I’m starving.”

He turns to get Henry a few pieces of bacon and the unburned pancakes when he notices the shower water has stopped.

Emma.

Oh shit, Emma. Please have gotten dressed in actual clothes. That’s…that’d be mortifying for everyone. Okay, maybe not for him but for everyone with the last name Swan.

He’s just about to turn and jog to the bedroom to warn her when he hears her voice.

“Hey, babe, I was thinking after breakfast we could get back to what we – Henry, shi–oot, kid. When in the world did you get here? Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be with Avery?”

Emma looks shocked, her eyes blown wide and her lips parted, almost exactly like Henry when he walked in, but her eyes run between he and Henry. He simply shrugs, not knowing what to say, and hands Henry his plate of food before walking over to her and placing his hands on her hips.

“It’s a good thing you got dressed, darling.”

“Um, yeah, how long has he been here?”

“About twenty minutes.”

“And you’ve – ”

“We chatted.”

“Killian,” Henry chimes, “these pancakes are good. And, Mom, Avery’s mom dropped me off early. She had to go grocery shopping and didn’t want to leave us home alone.”

“Thank you, lad.” He kisses Emma’s cheek before going back to the stove and turning it on again. “Swan, you want some pancakes?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

He sees Emma walk over to the island, settling down next to Henry, and he hears her start whispering to Henry, quiet enough that he’d have to really try to listen to understand what’s going on.

“Mom,” Henry whines, “stop freaking out. It’s fine. He passed the test.”

“What test, kid? What are you talking about?”

“That’s between me and Killian.”

He turns around to look at the two of them. Henry winks and smiles before taking his plate and walking over to the couch in the living room, the sounds of the television soon following.

“Later,” he tells Emma. “We’ll talk about it all later. But your boy is a spitfire just like you. And he’s definitely spending too much time with David. Oh, and we’re starting guitar lessons.”

“I don’t…I don’t understand.”

He slides her a plate of food before leaning over and kissing her forehead. “Just enjoy your breakfast, love.”

Killian eats breakfast with Emma that morning and the morning after that. It’s another week before he eats breakfast with them again, but that’s okay because there’s also a thing called dinner. Their Saturday morning breakfasts become a thing with the three of them before they spend the day together, usually exploring the city until settling in so that Killian can teach Henry how to play guitar. After three months, the lad decides that music isn’t his thing, but their Saturday morning breakfasts continue anyways. Eventually Saturday turns into several times a week and several times a week turns into everyday…forever really.

Killian asks Henry’s permission, though he knows it’s more likely asking for a blessing, to marry Emma, and Henry readily agrees as long as he gets to be the best man at the wedding.

He is.

#cs prompts #cs fic #captain cobra #captain cobra swan

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"i’m not weeping in a party bathroom." - Rebecca

@therottenfew

"Well I mean technically this is a gala bathroom..." Sharon's lips press together before she quickly moved to grab a few tissues, handing them to Rebecca, before moving to grab her clutch, and pulled out a bit of makeup to help her touch up. "You don't need to cry. You shouldn't cry- save your tears for something worthy. Listen...those people- they are fucking pieces of hippo shit- okay? They love to dig around in other people's lives to make themselves feel better about their limp dicks, broken homes, and IRS bills. They try to make themselves relevant- when they're not. Those people are nothing trying to pose as something. You have every right to be here, and they have no right digging at you the way they do, but the truth is they are jealous that you're stealing their spotlight."

The blonde shoots her a small smile, fixing a few of her curls. "I mean look at you. You're so pretty. And you're polite and funny- and unlike eighty percent of these people, you're actually interesting. On top of that, most of the women here are pissed off your brother doesn't show any interest in them, so they're gonna take it out on you. Plus you having a man like Jauq on your arm...they're just jealous. Look at me. You don't have to say shit to them- you don't even have to look at them. You are better than every single person here tonight. So you go out there and you hold your fucking head up....and check your temper, but that's beside the point because you've done really well.. The first couple events suck...but soon enough they'll have something else to bitch about. So c'mon....let's go get a drink and dessert. They'll all start dancing soon enough- and I know someone has been dying to dance with you."

#therottenfew

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themisanthropiclycanthrope · 6 years

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hi! merlahad prompt: during the lancelot trials Eggsy and Roxy bet on whether Harry is in a relationship. Eggsy says he's single but Roxy is convinced he has a wife. so they try to find out which one of them is right, but since harry is a private person and merlin for some reason doesn't indulge their need for gossip they don't get an answer. until one day Eggsy comes to harry's for a spontaneous visit and finds harry&merlin being horribly domestic and welp now they both lost their bet.

Hi! Thanks for the prompt! This is mostly Eggsy failing to out-spy the spies, but hopefully there’s enough Merlahad feels at the end to compensate (:

Continue beneath the cut, or read on AO3.

“You what? Harry ain’t married!”

Roxy remained unfazed by Eggsy’s retort,spluttered as it was through a snort of laughter. “I’m sure he is,” sheinsisted. “There’s absolutely no way a man like him could possibly be single.”

“But he’s a spy! I’m pretty sure they haveregulations about that kinda thing.”

“They do, but there are always exceptions.And if ever there was a Kingsman unafraid to bend the rules, don’t you think it’sGalahad?”

Eggsy couldn’t argue with that, but neithercould he quite picture Harry with a wife. Maybe it was because he didn’t thinkHarry would be so unkind as to bugger off on missions with no idea if he’d everreturn home, the poor woman never knowing if she would see him again. Or maybeit was something more tangible.

“But he don’t wear a ring!” He grinned intriumph, certain he had hit upon incontrovertible proof.

Roxy rolled her eyes heavenward, unconvinced.“Of course not, he’s a spy.”

His own argument turned back on him, Eggsyscowled in the face of her logic. She was right; Harry would hardly riskproviding enemies with details of his private life, gifting them potentialtargets.

“And why else would he have been so eagerto hurry home tonight?” Roxy continued, stacking up her evidence with glee. “He’srarely on time for anything, so it must be important. Maybe today’s theiranniversary, or her birthday…”

“Or maybe he just wanted to catch the XFactor results,” Eggsy countered. Roxy’s withering look told him exactlywhat she thought of that suggestion. “Yeah, okay, but you still ain’t gonnaconvince me he’s married.”

“How much?”

“How much what?”

“How much do you want to bet you’reright?”

Eggsy wasn’t exactly flush, but hecouldn’t pass up on a wager with a mate, which Roxy was fast becoming. “Twentyquid says he’s single.”

“You’re on.”

Roxy offered her hand and they shook,sealing the deal.

Proving he was right turned out to be moredifficult than Eggsy had assumed it would be. Thankfully, that meant neitherwas he being proven wrong, which was something at least, and his moneyremained safe. For now.

A naturally private man with years of trainingand successful service as a secret agent, Harry was an infuriatingly hard nutto crack.

“So, how do you spend your downtime then?”Eggsy enquired of him during one of the rare times the candidates were granteda breather.

“How do you mean?”

“I dunno. I mean, you must get the odd daywhen you ain’t off saving the world. Do you watch the footy? Play Xbox? Chillwith your mates?”

“Even if I knew what those things were, I’mquite certain the answer would still be no.”

Eggsy was sure Harry was beingdeliberately obtuse, but every attempt to switch tactics was met with furtherevasion.

After receiving a text from his mum—therewas news of a free sim deal and she’d let him know if she got a new number andhow was he getting on?—Eggsy took one final punt.

“Must be hard not being able to sharestuff with your loved ones.”

“Is that something you think you’ll have aproblem with?”

“Nah, bruv. You know I can keep me mouthshut. But it must suck not being able to talk about it when you’ve had a shitday.”

“We all find ways to deal with the shit,as well as celebrate our triumphs.”

“Yeah? What do you do then?”

Harry smiled a small, private smile. “Itusually involves a nice martini.”

The subtle approach was getting Eggsyprecisely nowhere. Harry was accustomed to withstanding more refinedinterrogation than Eggsy’s clumsy attempts at prying into his private life.Short of coming right out and just asking him, Eggsy was soon out of ideas.

Except one.

“You’ve known Harry a long time, right?”

“I have.”

“What’s he like when he’s not being AgentGalahad? Is he always that posh?” Merlin was just staring at him, faceunreadable, so Eggsy forged on, aiming for casual. “I’ll bet he’s properromantic. Does he have a girlfriend?”

“Why the sudden interest?” Merlin quirkedan eyebrow. “You don’t have designs on Galahad, do you, Eggsy?”

“What?! Fuck no! I mean, he’s pretty fitfor his age and that, I suppose, but I ain’t…” Eggsy trailed off when he sawminute smile twitching at the corner of Merlin’s mouth. “Bastard. I was justwondering.”

“Perhaps you should apply your mind to themore pertinent matter of taking down those targets.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Eggsy turned his attentionback to the range and fired his remaining shots. Thanks to his Marine training,this was something he was actually decent at, so it didn’t much matter that hismind continued to wander.

Merlin had been a crap choice of subjectfor information gathering. Their stoic quartermaster was clearly not so easilydrawn into gossip.

But before Eggsy could come up with PlanC, everything went tits up.

When Harry was lying unconscious in theinfirmary bed, he received notably few visitors. The other agents popped in,and Arthur, of course, but the only person who spent more time at his bedsidethan Eggsy was Merlin.

Roxy argued that they probably didn’tallow non-Kingsman personnel on site, but Eggsy was convinced they would makean exception for a spouse whose husband was in a critical condition.

When he woke up, at least Harry had Merlinthere to look after him.

“Guess where I’ve been?”

Roxy glanced up at Eggsy and waited to beenlightened.

“Harry’s house.”

“Oh!” Now she looked properlyinterested. “And?”

“No sign of a wife, I’m afraid.” Eggsytried not to look too smug.

Roxy frowned, thinking over this newinformation. “That makes sense, if you think about it. We were only grantedtwenty-four hours, so she must have offered to go out and give you and Harrysome time alone.”

“Ah, but you didn’t see his house. It’s atotal bachelor pad, no sign of a woman’s touch anywhere.” Harry’s decor hadperhaps been a little eccentric, but there had been a notable lack of the kindof things Eggsy guessed women usually liked to have around the home. He wasonly basing this conclusion on his own mum, really, and he wasn’t so shallow asto think all women were the same, but he thought his general theory held.

“So you checked the bedroom? The bathroomcabinets?”

Eggsy deflated. Roxy had a point. MaybeHarry’s hypothetical wife shared his taste in the mildly bizarre, but she wouldcertainly have her own set of toiletries and stuff. A grin split Roxy’s face,proclaiming her small victory.

“We was a bit busy,” Eggsy said,defensive. Learning how to make the perfect martini had taken precedence oversnooping through Harry’s underwear drawer, although he was now cursing themissed opportunity.

He soon set about rectifying hisoversight.

Harry had said he was welcome to visit,but turning up unannounced on his doorstep might be a bit rude. Thankfully,Harry didn’t seem pissed to see him, and Eggsy was invited in.

“We’ve already had dinner, I’m afraid, butyou’re welcome to join us for a drink.”

Eggsy perked up at the we, hisheart sinking a little at the confirmation that Roxy had been correct allalong. Nonetheless, his curiosity had been piqued, and he followed Harrythrough to the living room only to pause in the doorway, baffled.

“Merlin!”

Kingsman’s tech wizard looked up from thetablet perched on his knee, glanced at Harry over Eggsy’s shoulder, thenreturned his attention to Eggsy.

“Good evening, Eggsy.”

It was obvious he was confused by Eggsy’sunexpected appearance, but Harry took control, ushering Eggsy to an armchairand fetching another glass to prepare him a drink. He also took the opportunityto refresh his own and Merlin’s before taking a seat beside Merlin on the sofa.

Merlin tapped a few final times on thetablet, then set it aside on the small table beside him, giving his shrewdattention to their guest. With dawning realisation, Eggsy guessed he must haveinterrupted some kind of casual work meeting.

If that was the case, Harry didn’t seem tomind, smiling at Eggsy as he sipped his martini. “To what do we owe thepleasure?”

“I just wanted to say thanks.” Eggsy waswinging it, but went with his heart. “For believing in me, giving me thisopportunity. Not many people have ever done that for me, y’know.”

“I am very pleased my gut instinct provedcorrect, and I have every faith you’ll be equally successful in your next test.Don’t you think, Merlin?”

“He has performed admirably so far, aye,but I’m afraid I must remain impartial.”

“Of course.” But Harry gave Eggsy a lookthat said not to take any notice.

They continued to chat, Eggsy relaxing inthe company and happy not to have seen any sign of the elusive wife. About halfan hour later the conversation waned and Harry yawned with a hand to his mouthand a word of apology.

He was probably still recovering from thecoma, and Eggsy felt a bit of a dick for imposing on his rest. He was about tomake his excuses and leave when Harry leaned across Merlin to place his emptyglass on the end table. Rather than straightening up, he remained pressedagainst Merlin’s side, settling comfortably as if he fully intended to staythere. After a moment, his head dropped to Merlin’s shoulder, his eyes droopingshut.

Merlin froze, awkward, his gaze flickingfrom Eggsy to the man lounging against him. He gave Harry a gentle nudge.

“Perhaps it’s time you took yourself offto bed,” he suggested, tone carefully neutral.

Harry gave a sleepy smile and raised ahand, trailing his fingers lazily down Merlin’s chest, suggestive heat in hisvoice when he spoke. “Only if you’ll join me, darling.”

Merlin grasped Harry’s hand, halting itscaress. “Harry.” The mild warning in his tone was enough to rouse Harry, whoimmediately sat up, aware and contrite.

“Shit, I’m sorry. That was terriblyinappropriate of me.”

The silence that followed was filled for amoment with embarrassed uncertainty, until Eggsy grinned at the pair of them,everything finally slotting into place. It was incredible that neither he norRoxy had figured it out sooner, it just seemed so…obvious. So right.

His reaction must have been enough toreassure Merlin, for he hooked an arm around Harry’s shoulders and hauled himback in, the tension in his rigid posture visibly ebbing. “Come here, you daftbastard.” There was such fond affection in his voice, in the way he looked atthe man curled up against his side, that Eggsy wondered how he had ever thoughtMerlin so terrifying. No doubt he’d be reminded soon enough, but at that momenthe was granted the honour of sharing in their happiness.

It did, however, quickly become a bit toosappy, and Eggsy decided he had overstayed his welcome.

“I think it’s time I was getting back. I’llsee meself out.”

There was a mumble from the sofa as Harryand Merlin bade him good night, quite happy to remain where they were.

As he left, Eggsy took care of one finalpiece of business, snapping a quick photo with his phone and sending it to Roxywith an accompanying message.

Call it a draw?

#kingsman #fiction #merlahad #harry hart #merlin #prompt fic #anonymous #i'm not as fond of this one as the others #i think because it has more dialogue than i usually write #he says when the next thing he's writing is nothing BUT dialogue atm #but hopefully it's not too awful #eggsy unwin #roxy morton #and domestic merlahad feels

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Peter turns into a Giraffe, and I am now a Jaguar (Xara POV)

If there is one human being I have hated more than life itself in the last two and a half years, it is Peter Parker. He is the most self-absorbed, immune-to-aging, immature, dense, airheaded, curly-haired NUISANCE JERK I HAVE EVER MET! I cannot take his bullshit anymore. I can't believe we haven't killed each other yet. He was so obnoxious today. He hit his all-time high of being the biggest, curly-haired, glasses-wearing, green-eyed, TALL douche on the face of the Earth.

My day with him was the worst ever in the entirety of my still 30-year-old body. I refuse to age if this dickwad can still look 40 while almost being 55. He can be 55. I'll remain 30 for the next year or so. Fuck him. Fuck him and his fountain of youth. His bullshit was INCESSANT. First, he purposely tossed his mold samples that he collected for the sheer purpose of fucking with me into his bath tub and made me clean them. Then, he snickered and placed an alive American roach into his toilet bowl while letting it swim until it was hiding in the rim. I screamed bloody murder and yelled, "Fuck you, Peter Parker!"

He laughed at me again because he is a son of a bitch. I threw a can of Pete's Liquid Gold at his fucking curly-haired head. I was so sick of his never-ending bullshit.

While he was peacefully cleaning up his room and making random noises to relieve mental anguish, I was dealing with yet another sample of mold in the guest bathroom. He had it in the sink and bath tub. I sighed and cleaned it, but believe me when I say that I wanted to shove the bottle of cleaning spray up his ass. And, I was so pissed because he even had a talking toilet in the bathroom.

"Hello. I wanted to let you know that Peter's shit is abundant and nutritious," the toilet said.

I slammed the lid on the toilet hard before I started a barrage of verbal abuse toward this beanstalk nuisance pest jerk. "PETER YOU ARE OFFICIALLY THE BIGGEST PAIN IN THE ASS I HAVE EVER MET IN MY LIFE!!! EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD IS YOUR FAULT!!! YOU HAVE SINGLE-HANDEDLY MY RUINED MY LIFE WITH YOUR CURLY HAIR AND ABUNDANT TALENT THAT DWARFS MINE!!!!"

Peter laughed as he made his room look perfectly normal in between making random sounds that helped him relieve stress and anxiety. Those sounds made me laugh both out of sheer nervousness and high amusement.

A text message came in on my phone. It was Colonel America telling me that Gabby sent his regards. I read this text while Peter was going on his own tirade: "Happy extremely-belated Birthday. Again. You can't stop the aging process. Gabby can attest that. He sends his regards."

I sent this text while Peter still kept going: "GABBAYY!!! Thank you, Colonel America, but I refuse to be older than 30 until I am 33. Fuck 31. I hate that number. It's a name of a multi-level marketing company that sells handbags. It might as well sell tiny classified ads."

Because I can process more than one conversation at a time, I can tell you that Peter said, "If I am the biggest pain in the ass you've ever met, you have it made. Also, I am not the cause of half of the bullshit NEUROSES you have in your head. And good God there's a lot. Jeez. I've met a lot of women, but yours is up there Jesus Christ! Your life has been a pile of shit BEFORE you met me. I had ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH IT! Crazy. You're crazy. CRAAAAAZZZYY!!!!" He sang the word "CRAAAAAZZZYY!!!!"

"Ugh. Am not! Or maybe I am. It's your fault. Your drive me crazy!" I yelled.

"Again that's crazy. You were CERTIFIABLY INSANE before you knew I even existed," Peter said with an obnoxious laugh. Goddamn I wanted to punch him.

"Fuck you! I hate how much better than me you are than I am!" I screamed at him.

Peter laughed. "Some of us just got it," he said casually. "Nice redundancy! Ha! Ha!"

"Yeah, I know. Fuck you. You flaunt it in my face EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE!!! I hate the English language, and I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!!" I screamed as I threw a bottle of multipurpose cleaner at his door.

The fucker laughed. "I only see you three times a week. Haha." He snickered before the small vacuum cleaner turned into Gabby. "Oh no. What the fuck?"

"THIS IS CNN!" Gabby said as he jumped on Peter's bed.

"What the shit is going on?" I asked.

"FUCK IF I KNOW! My vacuum cleaner turned into Gabby Hayes from CNN. WHY?! I AM NOT DOING ANYTHING NEWSWORTHY!!!!" Peter screamed.

"You exist, Peter W. Parker. That's newsworthy," Gabby said.

"GABBAYYYY!!!" I yelled as I charged into Peter's room to cuddle and kiss Gabby.

Gabby kissed me and then laid on top of me. "This is newsworthy. Thank you, Xara. I missed you," he said.

"Goddamn. You know the news has gone to shit when a Siamese cat appears in my bedroom out of my God-Forsaken vacuum cleaner, and it's newsworthy holy Shit. Get a recall on this fucking vacuum cleaner," Peter said as he scratched his head.

Gabby and I laughed. Gabby was laying on my stomach and purring.

"Why my Uncle Irwin decided to give short notice to his visit is beyond me. Maybe because his prefrontal cortex was malformed after a car accident. Ya know, a lot of shit has happened to my family because of car accidents," Peter said thoughtfully.

"Sorry to hear," Gabby said.

"Yeah, me, too. My sister died. Uncle Irwin's brain was damaged. My cousin Richard had a back injury... I had a black woman chase me while she was masturbating because I rear-ended her..." Peter trailed off.

Gabby and I laughed again.

I lifted Gabby off of me and put him on the bed. "I have to piss," I said as I went into the bathroom.

I lifted the lid of the toilet to sit down.

"Nice ass," the toilet said.

"Thank you," I said as I sat down on him and peed.

"Deelicious! Deelicious! DELICIOOOOUSSS!!! DELICIOOOOUSSS!!!

DELICIOOOOUSSS!!!" the toilet sang.

I wiped myself off down there before flushing the toilet.

"DELICIOOOOUSSS!!!" the toilet sang.

I washed my hands and continued to clean the bathroom. I opened the door to continue to speak. "Peter, I can't believe you made me come here bright and early again. I thought you learned from a year and seven months ago that waking me up early would cause mayhem and destruction in your life!"

"Blame Uncle Irwin. He's the one coming here at 3. He wanted to conduct business with my dad and hang out with me. I wake up bright and early, so I'm totally fine with it. You're the one on a weird schedule," Peter said as he walked in here.

I turned to him. "Only to avoid humanity," I said with a smile.

"That's your problem," Peter said with a smirk as he looked directly in my eyes.

"It's MY prerogative!" I said and danced to the tune of 'It's My Prerogative' by Bobby Brown.

"Great song! It's MY prerogative!" Peter sang along in an obnoxious high-pitched voice.

I laughed before he started laughing. We laughed for a few minutes before he straightened up and said, "Get back to work!"

I sighed. "Fine!!! Jerk," I said as I scoffed.

He sighed loudly. I sighed. He sighed again. I sighed again.

Gabby meowed loudly.

"Gabbbaaayyyyyyy!!!!" I yelled as I was finishing up my job in the bathroom.

"We have to make Irwin's bed," Peter said.

Gabby then announced, "THIS IS CNN."

"I'm well aware!!!" Peter said as he stormed to the guest room. I knew he stormed because I heard stomping.

I emerged from the bathroom to help that irate curly-haired pain in the ass. He was muttering swear words and struggling to make the bed while I was dusting his room.

"CAN YOU HELP ME?! I CAN'T TELL IF THE SHEETS ARE HANGING ON THE SAME LENGTH ON BOTH SIDES!!!" Peter screamed.

"Sure, jerk," I said as I checked both sides of the bed. "A slight hair uneven on the right side." I went back to dusting.

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK, CAN YOU HELP ME?!" Peter screamed as he attempted to put a pillow case on the pillow before throwing it on the bed.

"I'm busy," I said as I stopped dusting before purposely messing up the bed by putting the wrong blanket on the bed.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Peter screamed before throwing his hands in the air.

I laughed. "Making the bed," I said.

"No. Fuck you. That's the wrong blanket," Peter said as he took the blanket off and threw it over Gabby who was watching in extreme amusement.

I laughed and then helped him put the right blanket on the bed. As soon as we attempted to straighten it, Peter huffed.

"Fuck it. It works. I don't care. He can sleep in it. If he doesn't like it, he can kiss my ass," Peter said loudly as he sat on the bed and punched a pillow.

I cracked up. "Are you okay?" I asked while falling on the floor and laughing.

Peter turned his head toward me and looked at me. "Am I okay? Yeah, I'm fine! My uncle Irwin is coming over, and I'm totally not ready. Yeah, everything's great, just great."

"All right! Maybe you won't mind being a giraffe then!" I yelled as I turned him into his favorite animal: a giraffe like I did two years ago. He was still tall, pale, and awkward.

He bleated and looked at me with a "WTF" look.

What the world doesn't know is that I can be a bitch at times, especially to Peter Parker. I have been trolling him for the past two years. I started when he was 52 years old and looking like a 40-year-old. It all started when I handed him a sheet of drywall from Mr. Williamson's garage. (Mr. Williamson was formerly known as Mr. Bright and Early.) Mr. Williamson and I thought it would be funny to torment Peter Parker with what he hated most: drywall. Plus, I am *still* pissed that he is more talented than I am at everything. Fuck him.

Peter turned 55 today. Two years ago, he turned 53. Peter doesn't look like he aged a minute except for a few gray hairs. He is an asshole, and I am jealous.

He seemed to have forgotten that I existed because he was dealing with everyone in his house being sick and/or crippled. We had developed a like-hate friendship that was special. He was the hero, and I was the villain. We argued, trolled, spoke, and had wonderful misadventures together. Then life told me to fuck off. I was unfulfilled because I couldn't hardcore troll Peter anymore. Well, fuck it, I turned Peter into a giraffe again out of sheer spite and frustration!

I laughed and slapped him softly on his side.

"Well, I can't very well continue to clean up being a giraffe," Peter said as he bleated and walked out the door. "Finish up. I can't take this anymore!" He bleated again.

I laughed and continued to clean his house before I turned into a jaguar. I howled in pride when my work was complete.

Peter was outside bleating. I noticed three Venus flytraps emerging from the toilets in the massive toilet garden. I grinned and then made the toilets come alive as though they were the three fairies in Sleeping Beauty.

The three toilets sang French opera as loud as they could outside Peter's house. Peter bleated loudly and joined in on their singing.

"Happy Birthday! Care to take your first poop as a 55-year-old?" the first toilet asked as she opened her mouth wide.

The second toilet said, "Super Coping Giraffe, we have been following you since you were born... 55 years ago."

The third toilet said, "We are inspired by your super coping poops!"

A bird was flying at full speed at Peter's long neck. "Care to reinact 9-1-1? This story is for the birds!" it squawked.

"Let's make like pigeons and shit on this story!" the second bird said as it was also flying at full speed at Peter's long neck.

"Ahhh!!! I'm a super coping giraffe that looks like a llama. I can't believe my housekeeper did this to me again! My life is so awkward!" Peter said as he started running down the driveway.

The pigeons took large shits on Peter's driveway and on Irwin's car before they flew away.

Uncle Irwin drove up the driveway and asked the giraffe, "Excuse me. Is this the Parker residence? Can you believe that my car just got bombarded with bird shit?"

"Yes. I'm Peter Parker," Peter said as he leaned his head down to Irwin's window. "And I just want to pretend that birds didn't shit all over my existence."

"Why the fuck is spiderman a giraffe?" Irwin asked.

Peter bleated loudly and started jumping up and down. "I'm Peter WALLACE Parker! I'm a fucking giraffe! I'm not Spiderman. I used to be Super Coping Man before I had a mental breakdown a year and a half ago! Goddammit!" he screamed.

Irwin beat on his steering wheel and started laughing hysterically. "Oh sorry, Peter. I didn't recognize you because you were a giraffe," he said.

Peter bleated loudly and rolled his eyes. "Do you need help carrying your things in?" he asked.

"No thank you. But I would like to get some sleep," Irwin said as he got out of the car and grabbed a few bags.

"Okay," Peter said as he walked to the mailbox to pick up the mail.

I pounced at Peter and Irwin to startle them. I threw in a loud jaguar growl for added effect.

Peter bleated in fright and dropped the mail.

Irwin dropped his bags and shouted. "Aaahhhhh! What are you?"

"Hi! I'm Peter's housekeeper, Xara. I'm a jaguar, but I look like Foamy the Squirrel. I'm glad you're here, Irwin, because your nephew is boring!" I said before I growled at them again.

"What universe am I in?!" Irwin screamed as he picked up his bags and ran inside.

"Why did you choose now to turn me into a giraffe? Fuck you," Peter said as he kicked me.

"Because it's funny, and you piss me off," I said as I pounced on his butt and started munching on the flesh.

A familiar basenji was charging up the driveway.

"Holy Shit! Tug?! What are you doing here?! I thought you were dead!" Peter exclaimed with a happy, long-lasting bleat as he jumped up and down.

Tug howled and ran up to Peter. They were playing together.

I jumped off Peter's butt before I said, "Happy Birthday, Peter. I finally was able to resurrect Tug for you. Now you have two pets named Tug and Ted."

Ted the Alligator was slinking near the toilets in the toilet garden. "Holy Shit, Tug returned!" he said. "We shall celebrate this day. Happy Birthday, Peter Wallace Parker. And happy Thanksgiving. We are thankful for Tug's return."

Tug did his dance and howled with pride.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 63)

"Making Up Isn't Hard To Do"

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Colson's sitting at the kitchen table. Benny's still out with Casie, knowing to text before he heads back. Ashleigh is upstairs while Slim, Baze and Rook are gathered with him in the kitchen.

"So you think she fucked him?" Slim asks Colson. He likes Luna but she's always felt dangerous to him.

"No." Colson says shaking his head. He lights a joint. Inhaling deeply, he sighs out a giant cloud of smoke. "I think maybe she has feelings for him. She's been acting weird ever since she ran into him. And made it a point to tell me about him as soon as we were alone. Luna don't offer up shit." He sighs again as he exhales.

"Who is he?" Slim asks directly. Colson has talked to him about Luna and Justin. He heard her scream six years and did the math when Colson shouted about an undercover year.

"I don't know, Man." Colson tries to shake him off.

"Yeah, you do. Because I do. She cheated on her boyfriend with that dude, didn't she? That's why you're so pissed." Slim connecting the dots easily.

"I'M her fucking boyfriend." Colson snaps at him. Puffing on the joint.

"Chill, Mann." Slim says throwing his hands up.

"You know how to answer your question, Kells... " Rook speaks up. "Find out who stopped seeing who. If she broke it off you're in the clear. If it was him.... Maybe not. But, I don't think Luna's like that." Rook still defending her.

"She is like that. She fucked a dude for a year. Her other dude ever find out?" Slim turns to Colson, who's finishing up the joint.

"C'mon Slim... " Baze interjects. "Ain't one of us in here about to get Holy and act like we ain't never ran no long game with out getting caught." Baze states. "Besides, didn't he put her through some shit for a long time? So what if she fucked around with ONE dude. She rode with hers till his end." Baze has his own opinion of Luna. He likes that she doesn't take Kells shit but has never seemed to waver from him since the night of his birthday party.

Colson finally speaks, Baze's words sitting in his head.

"Watch it, Slim." He gives his friend A Look before continuing. "But nah, he never found out. She said Her Ashley don't even know. I'm the only one she's ever told." He looks back up glaring at them all. "So you better keep your fucking mouths shut." He warns.

They all agree with Yeahs and nods. How long they'll last, who knows?

"What's this LIFE shit she was talking?" Slim keeps pushing.

Colson shakes his head. "You know she's politically active, Dawg." is all he says as he gets up from the table and heads upstairs. Baze's words heavy on his head.

Everyone has a different opinion.

None of them knowing about Marissa, The Dark Web or who knows what else Luna has her hands in.

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Luna hails a cab. She's furious. She doesn't go to her grandmother's. She doesn't hit up Ashley or Mackenzie or Pete. She doesn't hit up Tommy. Although she truly wants to punch him in his face and then fuck him.

Thinking vindictivly, as always when feeling attacked. "You think I did some shit. Okay. Imma pull some bigger shit."

But Luna's not 21 anymore. She'll be 27 soon. So, she has the cab take her to The Vale. After checking in, she throws on boy shorts, a spots bra, hoodie, her running shoes and ear buds. Placing a call to Monica in the mean time. It rings to voicemail. Luna turning her own ringer off before she heads out.

Prancing down the stairwell, she jogs through the lobby. Breaking free once she hits the cement. Running her raging heart out through The City.

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Luna gets back from running, checking her phone, there's a Snap from Colson:

She strips down and Snaps him back before getting in the shower. Puffing on her pen all the while.

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Colson opens Luna's Snap immediately.

Asking Ashleigh to keep an eye on Casie, he heads directly over.

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Luna hears banging on the door from the bathroom as soon as she shuts the water off.

"Holy fucking shit..." She thinks to herself. Wrapping a robe around her to answer the door.

It's Colson, just as she suspected.

"Hi." She says flatly, allowing him to kiss her cheek.

"Can I come in?" He asks.

Stepping aside, he walks in. Bikini Kill filling the hotel room. Raw, Riot Grl Rage.

"Yeah, I'm fucked....." Colson thinks to himself.

She walks to the couch, curling up in the corner. There's a bottle of Jameson on the table.

"So, why you really mad at me?" Luna asks. Much looser and understanding after running, popping a bar and taking a shower. She lights a joint as he sits down with her.

"I don't know." He looks over at her before looking down at the ground. "I don't think I'm mad, I think I'm scared. I can feel how much you loved Justin and I guess, if you could do that to him.... What's stopping you from doing it to me..." He looks up at her, vulnerability raw.

Luna reaches for his hand as she passes him the joint. He hits it while she talks.

"Tommy and I only happened because Justin neglected me, himself and our life. On and off for a long time. I'll admit I'm an Asshole for it, but it wasn't out of malice. It was survival. And it's a guilt I carry heavily." She tells him, showing her own vulnerabilities. "You don't like that I can keep a secret, but what you don't understand, is that I'm not keeping any from you. I told you about Justin and Tommy because I wanted you to know. Not because I had to."

"So you would've lied about the picture?" He asks, feeling an irritation grow as he passes it back to her.

"No." She puffs on the joint. "But I could've side stepped it, told you he was an old friend who simply has a crush on me. All of which are true. But, I didn't. I gave you the details when it popped up in our life, BEFORE it went public, because I promised to NOT side step you and as I've told you before, I'm not going to vomit my life but as it flows, I'm going to give it to you." She pulls on the joint again before passing it back

Hearing her every word. He waits before asking "How did you and Tommy end?" He's hitting it now.

Luna grabs the bottle of whiskey. She has a tendency to look for a substance before exposing her truth.

"He told me he loved me and I knew that was unfair because I'd never leave Justin." She looks down with a sadness. Colson isn't sure if it's for Justin or Tommy.

"Did you love him?" Colson asks quietly as he hands her back the joint.

"Yes." She states. Looking him in the eye. She can't help but close hers as she inhales. Slowly exhaling, she opens them as she continues "But, I made a commitment to Justin and I would've traveled to the depths of hell with him. We've talked about this. How we're both loyal to a fault, and that it's a blessing and a curse. Tommy happened two years before Justin killed himself. With no one before or after him. I would've stayed with Justin forever. No matter what it cost me." Hitting it again, she passes it.

Colson's heart breaks for her. He'll never be able to understand how someone could be so careless with Luna.

"Do you love him more than me?" He asks before hitting the joint.

"Who?" Unsure of if they're talking about Tommy or Justin.

"Tommy." He says exhaling.

Luna closes her eyes again, thinking of her words. "There will always be a crazy connection between Tommy and I, but...." She climbs into Colson's lap. He's happy to have her back on top of him. "You have to think, I didn't go looking for him once Justin passed. At all. Thursday was the first time I seen him in almost 6yrs. I swear." Taking the joint, she pulls through the last few hits before putting it out.

"You scare me, Luna." Colson tells her honestly. This hurts her. She grabs the bottle for another swig before asking why.

"Because everybody wants you." He sighs.

"You can't act like you don't have admirers too...." She contests.

"Yeah, but I don't have personal relationships with them."

"Uhm... What is Bleta for 500, Alex?" She challenges him.

Her Jeopardy reference makes him laugh and wrap his arms around her. "Touché" He submits.

On his lap, in his arms, looking into those beautiful, blue eyes, she tells him. "Look, Bunny. Like I said before, I'm not perfect. I make mistakes, I'm an Asshole. I'm hella sorry for my betrayal of Justin hurting you. That's my Karma. But our relationship is different than his and I's. I just wish you could trust me. We've been dealing with this shit since the night at The Palms. I told you then. I'm always going to play a role. Same as you. Men are going to want me the way women want you. What we both need to always focus on and keep true to, is that we only go home to or with each other. And I did. I called you at the bar. And I Snapped you when I got back. I have nothing to hide."

He knows she's right. Exhausted from their fights, he pulls her in for a deep sweet kiss. She enjoys his warm tongue dancing in her mouth. Moving down to her neck, he slips her robe off her shoulders. Kissing her softly, he lays her back on the couch.

They move slow and delicate with each other. Soft, tiny kisses exchanged on their bodies. Deep understanding playing in their mouths.

Colson slides into Luna slowly. Working his way deep inside of her. He knows when he's hit her spot. Keeping her there, he feels her shake and cum off of his girth.

She pants "I love you" in his ear as he slowly rocks back and forth inside of her. Feeling his bare dick touch every inch of her insides.

Their love making is slow, deep and quick. Luna cumming again with him as he enjoys their tenderness. It's a delightful change of pace from their norma,l intense hunger - fucking.

Laying inside of her, cheek to cheek, he whispers "I'm sorry."

Stroking his back, she honestly tells him "Don't be." That she would've snapped too.

They're both intensely possessive. It's one of the things they love about each other.

They lay with him still inside of her. Where he belongs. Their love, understanding and acceptance of each other washing over them. She's happily wrapped around his body. Him laying contently on her chest. Almost drifting off, Luna's startled by Colson's body jumping.

"Fuck." Colson pops his head up. "What time is it?" He asks.

Luna checks her phone. It's 730P. Colson tells her they should get going. He gently shakes her, while slightly shouting "Yooou're LIVE ooon Saturday Night, Kitten!!!" Grinning.

She kisses him on the mouth, strong and solid. "I fucking love you, Colson." She tells him, staring into his eyes, she doesn't give a fuck about SNL, she only cares about where THEY land.

Colson pulls his t-shirt and jeans on while Luna throws on a wild concoction. She'll get dressed at the studio.

Luna stops Colson. Facing him with both her hands on his forearms. She looks clearly through his eyes into his soul.

"We're in this together. I'm not leaving. EVER. How you treat me and Us, will dictate whether we're beautiful or dark. Either way. I'm here." She pulls him down to her level. Kissing him solidly. A promise being solidified with it.

He scoops her up by her ass, pulling her into him firmly. Breathing her sweet sent in. It's a mixture of weed, coconut oil, cigarette smoke and Aveeno.

His dick rages for her. Knowing in his heart, he's the only one she wants.

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They leave the hotel and head to 30Rock, it's a little after 8P and Luna's facing one of the biggest performance of Ashley and her careers.

Luna turns to Colson in the cab. She touches his face lightly as she looks into his eyes. "I love - LOVE you." She tells him honestly with a kiss. His heart swells, knowing their truth as they step out onto 48th street.

Colson grips her ass cheek to her pussy's pleasure as they walk to 30 Rockefeller Plaza.

THEY'RE PERFORMING LIVE FROM NEW YORK ON SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE!!!!

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To be continued....

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