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1d1195 · 8 months

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Protection VIII

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Hi, this is kinda fast paced, idk. I'm def not confident about this section at all. I feel like it's got potential but I don't think I know what I'm doing. But I don't have a choice but to give it a shot anyway. I know I've mentioned before, but I like Grey's Anatomy and stupid cheesy movies with scenes like this.

Warnings: angst, blood, weapons, lots of sad sad stuff. I actually don't know how blood loss works or g*n shot wounds either but it's for the plot also this is very dramatized because the writing side of my brain is a drama queen. I don’t think it’s very accurate scientifically or logically so if you would be as so kind as to look at it “holistically” and try to just envision something super serious along these lines I would GRATEFULLY appreciate it. Also, I don't know how tech works. Sorry if it seems a bit awful

~5.9k words.

Thank you oh so much to @freedomfireflies for beta reading so I could feel a little better about actually posting this.

More than anything he wanted her to be there. Sitting on her bed reading or sleeping as she always was. He imagined her smug smile and her lilting voice murmuring “gotcha,” like this was the funniest prank.

Harry, for better or for worse, prided himself on being a hard worker. But for the last three days, and especially today, he didn’t care. He had spent the first half of that horrific day answering thousands of questions. The latter half was spent learning his new office job. When he got back to his apartment—a place he’d hardly spent any time in over the last two weeks—he finally let the tears and frustration course through him. He tried to call her again, but he received a message that his number had been blocked.

He called his mum and broke down.

So, he entered the building. It would be this way now. Day three of filing paperwork that he had spent so many hours writing for her. Now he was at the other end of it. Learning an office job when all he wanted was to head right to her flowery little place and beg her to explain. He wanted to kiss her, touch her, and promise her anything her heart wanted. He didn’t understand and he was floundering. How did he fix this? How was he supposed to breathe? After all that. After all the kisses, all the touches. All the touches he didn’t get and all the ones he deprived her of because it wasn’t protocol. What a stupid idiot.

Good luck, honey bun :( his mum texted. She texted it yesterday too and he wondered how long she would have to text it to him before the frowny face disappeared.

Harry was destined for another hundred meetings explaining that he had no idea she was feeling this way. Because of course, despite the fact he did know what she was feeling—because he felt it too—he felt so much loyalty to her. He didn’t know what her game was or why she was trying to sell it that it was one-sided, but despite how sad he was, she was brilliant. A biochemist in the making, of course, and if she had to break his heart, he believed (or wanted to believe) that she was doing the right thing.

Harry sat at his newly assigned desk and looked at the papers in front of him. Eventually, he would make her grovel for forgiveness. This was too much paperwork for him, and she had to have known how much he would have hated it. But he also thought that she would just look at him through her pretty eyelashes that drove him mad, smelling like flowers, and say sorry and that would be plenty.

There had to be an end to this. He was certain of it.

Niall wasn't allowed to tell him anything that he heard. Harry wasn't allowed to ask about her either (Niall, naturally a stickler for protocol, was following the rule--he didn't even know what she was up to. His job was to train Harry. Their supervisor saw to it that she was under his own surveillance.

"It feels m'being forced t'write with m'left hand after being right handed for m'whole life," he explained to Niall dejectedly. For five months his thoughts were consumed with the flowery girl he fell so incredibly hard for. Overnight she was just gone.

Harry began flipping through papers and tapping at his keyboard for all of four minutes when Niall suddenly dragged him out of his seat, down the hall, and back out the front door without a word. “Niall!” He ground out bitterly. He wasn’t in the mood. He wanted to kill his friend a bit for even recommending he be part of this. He wished he wasn’t her bodyguard. At least he wouldn’t be sour with heartache.

But honestly, Harry owed Niall his entire life for bringing him to her.

“She’s gone.”

Harry stared at him blankly. “Who?”

Niall slapped him across the face—not quite hard but enough to stun him and knock some sense into him. “She’s gone.”

Harry felt like this was a dream. His brain was floating distantly. “What are y’talking ‘bout?”

“There's an email on my phone, to my private email, from a random address, a random IP address. It’s her. She said DSS is compromised...that someone in the department wants her out of the picture and if I’m reading it, it means that she is not in her apartment regardless of what they say. The very same email is going to be sent in ninety minutes to everyone at DSS.”

Harry shook his head. “No, that’s a lie.”

“Harry,” Niall said. “It’s going to...blow everything up. You have to—”

“Niall, that’s ridiculous. She would—”

“She said to tell you the email is from Miss Wildflower.”

The words died in his throat. “No,” he shook his head. That wasn’t something he’d ever written down, wasn’t something he called her to anyone else. That was for him and her...and... “No...it’s not her. She’s fine,” he was in denial. How could he not be? The thought that something happened to her? This wasn’t just some long routed way of her anxiety taking over and ruining something before it started. It wasn’t getting Harry off her detail so they could spend Christmas together (something he had convinced himself of when he was crying to his mom the night before).

“No, Harry, and I'm gonna have to go make a scene and tell them but I’m giving you a head start because she's giving you a head start. You don’t have time to waste here. I’m telling them I sent you home. That you’re too distraught to work.”

Swallowing hard, he nodded. “Okay.”

“She didn’t want you to get hurt,” Niall said. “She was...scared.” Harry frowned and nodded even though he thought he was going to be sick. He winced as he thought it over. Put his hands on his knees as he took heaving breaths. “Harry,” Niall said gently. “You don’t have time—”

“Jus’ shut up, Niall,” he croaked. Niall was silent, biting the inside of his cheek. He couldn’t imagine the heartache and anguish his friend was feeling.

“At least...at least there was a reason, right?” Niall murmured.

If it meant her harm or kidnapping or...worse. No. It wasn’t worth it. It didn’t matter the reason. “Yeah...” he mumbled.

Since Harry was no longer on her detail, he assumed he wouldn’t be allowed into her apartment building—at least not through the main entrance.

Even if he was allowed in the main entrance, he had to work under the assumption that whatever compromised agents would be waiting out front for him. So he would need an alternate route.

He hurried up her fire escape and opened her bedroom window just as he knew she did the very first day he met her. He was suddenly grateful for her never listening to Harry about protocol. He was glad the window was unlocked. That seemed like a lifetime ago.

Her pretty poinsettia and snowdrop apartment enveloped him like a hug. He wanted to bask in the smell of her pine-scented Christmas tree, the way her perfume made him feel at home, and just be there with her. But instead, he was trying hard to keep focus while he wanted nothing more than to break down and sob into the pillow that smelled like her shampoo.

He listened quietly and heard no one in the rest of the apartment. He searched for clues of any kind but there were none. No sign of a struggle. It was like she went with them willingly. Knowing her, she probably convinced them to let her walk on her own. But part of him believed she would have put up a fight. She had to have, right?

Her phone was on the counter. So there was no way to track her, he saw the tens of messages that came from him before he was blocked, a few from Niall, and several from the professor she would be working with next semester.

But it was Harry’s phone vibrating in his pocket was the one that pulled him from his thoughts.

Unknown: Video Attachment.

She was there. He could see her in the preview. Seeing her was like breathing again after being stuck under water for a hair too long. She was alive. She had memorized Harry’s number.

Harry thought memorizing his number was...

If it were possible to fall more in love with her, he did. It couldn't be possible because there simply wasn't room. He was already so in love with her. And it was just his phone number, after all. But he did. He fell so much harder. It felt like the marrow in his bones were aching for her touch.

Harry swallowed and sat on her sofa as he played it.

“Hi Dad...um...” she swallowed hard, like there was a lump in her throat. She looked okay. Her hair was in a braid, strands of it coming out and there was a redness to only one of her cheeks...like she had been slapped. Harry gripped his phone tightly to keep from throwing it. Her eyelashes, those pretty fluttery things that drove him nuts with desire for her, looked wet. His heart pounded. “You know,” she took a deep, shaky breath and she sucked her lip into her mouth.

“Hurry up,” he heard in the background. Wherever she was was nondescript. A construction site by the look of it. Nothing in the video sounded or looked like anything of use to finding her location. She shook her head quickly and tried again. Swallowed again.

“When Mom died, I thought the people that murdered her should have just...ended my life too. I know you know someone murdered her. No one believed me. Not one person. And I thought...I was the only person left in your life. You were supposed to love me and take care of me the way she always did. It killed me every single day that you didn’t—that you don't. It hurts so much that you hate me. Please. Just do what he asks; give him whatever...I don't want to die," she was being so brave. It was the way she held herself. How she seemed to stand straighter in the video. But Harry could hear the nervousness. Who wouldn't be nervous? It broke his heart that she was fighting and being so incredibly brave. "I’ll never bother you ever again. I’ll...go....I'll leave the country...I’ll just go."

“You have two hours,” and then he received a message from the same unknown number, the location of the park he went to when she twisted her ankle.

Harry only had a little under an hour because he knew DSS was going to be on their way soon—especially after Niall sent them on their way. If they received this message too, they would go through some inane plan that would decidedly not work--especially knowing that they were compromised. He was going to send the messages to Niall’s email from an rerouted IP address as soon as he watched the videos a few more times because if they were going to terrify her, Harry was going to help ruin their plan. They would wait for the park. It was what they did. It was the surest way. Protocol.

Harry would have given anything to see her roll her eyes at the word.

He watched the video again. And again. On the third time he was looking at the screen so closely, his eyes looking for some secret message hidden in the pixels. She looked okay, cozy. She was wearing the sweatshirt that Harry wore when he was soaked with rain—when the worst thing that happened to her was that stupid guy leaving her injured in a park. She didn’t look injured now, at least. His heart was aching. It had to be something. She wouldn’t have sent this to him for no reason--it was intended for her dad. It had to be a sign. Moreover, she said something about leaving the country--that had to be for Harry.

Harry felt like he would die if he didn’t figure it out on the next play through. It couldn’t be too hard. She may be a biochemist, but she couldn't have made it something ridiculous for him to solve. He wasn't a biochemist after all. That concert seemed like a lifetime ago. His agitation for losing her phone seemed stupid in comparison. He would tell her such as soon as he found her.

Now he was thinking about everything, every interaction they had as he stared at his phone, trying to will the hidden message to appear. It felt like it was a miracle she lost her phone at that concert. At least he told her she needed a failsafe at that point in time. Although he thought it would be for a guy that was too forward.

It was her hands.

They fidgeted throughout the entire video. He didn’t notice at first. She was nervous, her hands were tied together. Her fingers had to be going numb. He wished he had taught her how to break out of zip ties, maybe she could have escaped all on her own.

But that was when he noticed it. If it weren’t for him knowing the basics enough to know his own name when he saw it, he might not have paid any mind to the shape of her fist. Her fingers were shaking near the middle of her stomach. Her left hand was fidgeting wildly. But her right hand had a pattern, a fist, her pinky, her index and middle finger, another fist, her index finger.

Harry was glad her backpack was untouched. He grabbed one of her index cards and searched on his phone for the American Sign Language alphabet. He knew the first one was A because of his own name. Her pinky meant I. An R. Harry got it...it was her failsafe.

“Good girl,” he murmured to no one. Air. It took him four extra seconds to discern between S, M, N, E, A before he finally moved to the last two. He settled on T because the next letters were another A and G.

AirTag.

What would have an AirTag on her? He didn't have time to question it. He slid her computer out of her bag next, an index card falling from it.

His heart broke.

Harry— I Am SO sorry. I am so, so, so sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you. I know you’re going to find me because...you’re you and you make me feel safe. And because...well... I adore you. So much. I tried so hard not to, and I tried so hard to push you away and... Please TRY to forgive me. I promise I did it with reason. I’m so sorry, Harry. SO sorry.

He didn’t have time to cry but he shoved the note in his pocket, wishing he told her he loved her at least once. Ever. He couldn’t pore over her words. Couldn’t guess what she was thinking or doing. There wasn’t time for him to guess how she knew he would find this note. Of course, she couldn’t just put all the answers on this index card because if she did, anyone could find it. Someone at DSS would have found it if she hadn’t perfectly planned for Niall to send him here beforehand. He had to find her faster and before that stupid, corrupt building got there.

Now he was tasked with her password.

Please be easy.

He clicked on the “forgot password" link. A helpful little reminder was there: Flower!number. It seemed daunting immediately. Especially because he was so distraught and worried. There were so many flowers she could have put. He tried Sunflower!14. Snowdrop!14. Peonies!14. How many times could he try? He was terrified it would lock him out. He took a deep breath and he only had moments to figure it out because he was certain people would be hurrying to her apartment from DSS soon.

Tilting his head back at the ceiling he almost felt embarrassed at how easy it seemed now.

Wildflower!14 did the trick.

With a sigh of relief, he searched AirTag on her computer. He opened the application.

She had no less than 50 AirTags. Forty-nine of which were in her apartment with Harry. All labeled with various names for her shoes.

Good girl. He thought. It was in her shoe. When would she be without shoes?

The only shoes that weren’t in her apartment were in a warehouse across the city. He scribbled the address on another index card and shoved it in his pocket alongside her perfect note telling him she loved him.

Harry could hear a commotion starting in the lobby. Sirens were ringing outside. They were coming up the stairs. He closed her laptop, slid it back into her backpack and hurried to her bedroom hoping everything look untouched. He quietly closed the window behind him as they entered her apartment. He descended the fire escape before they made it to her room.

If she could see him breaking protocol, he imagined she would laugh.

Harry parked a block away from the address. As soon as he entered the building, he hurried up two flights of stairs to where he heard talking. “It was a risk I had to take!” It was a man’s voice. Harry felt sick. “It was suspicious!” He shouted. “She said she would get more money. How was I supposed to know that?!”

“Get up,” he snapped.

She yelped and Harry thought he might die before he made it to her if he heard her getting hurt even slightly. If he pulled her hair or caused her to stub her toe, Harry would genuinely contemplate murdering him.

Harry pulled the gun from the holster around his ankle. He pointed it down toward the ground and waited by the entrance to the floor and peered so very briefly around the corner of the wall. He caught a glimpse of her beautiful being walking on her own. A gun pressed to her back. Harry swallowed the bile rising in his throat.

If something happened to her, Harry would never forgive himself.

"Listen," she said almost gently. Like she was going to reason with someone with a gun. She was going to get herself murdered and Harry couldn't stop her right now. "I know...I know you want money. I get that, honestly I do. Who doesn't, right?"

God Harry envied her serenity in a moment like this.

He wasn't actively putting bullets in her so she continued. "You're a smart guy. They wouldn't have picked you to do this if you weren't, but you...you have to realize you're their fall guy. This is a national security matter. The first sign of trouble they're going to say you kidnapped me, you hurt me. They will come out clean because they have to," she explained so rationally it would have been obvious to anyone with a pulse. "You don't have to take me there," she finally whimpered the true emotion she was feeling. Harry winced as if her pain was in his own body--he certainly felt like it was. "I can just go...I have a plan. I...or we can fake my death. It doesn't have to be this way," she promised. Like they were going to be a team.

But Harry knew what it was: all her rambling. It was a distraction, it was stalling.

Because she had no way of knowing if Harry made it in time to save her--but the one thing she did know? If she was brought to the park...it was all over.

Harry took a deep silent breath trying very hard to keep as calm as possible because he could not afford one second of hesitation or any kind of slip up. He turned the corner aiming his weapon toward the man holding her at gunpoint. “Harry!” She gasped and made three bold steps toward him; hands still bound up in front of her. The man behind her fired off a round right toward the concrete wall just feet away. Harry didn’t waver, holding his own gun steady in front of him as she yelped again, pausing her steps. It was long enough that he snagged her back before she got any closer to Harry.

The person behind her had his arm around the front of her shoulders. He pressed the cold metal to her temple. She wanted to scream or cry or something. Her hands clutched to the man’s forearm trying desperately to wriggle free. He was using her as a shield—the coward. Harry wanted to scream too. He held his gun aimed directly at his head from several meters away. But it was way too close of a shot for him to even think about taking it. Not with her right there. Not with a weapon held to her beautiful, perfect face.

It felt like all those times he watched guys lean too close to her at the bar amplified by ten thousand. It felt like the realization that stupid prick slipped something in her drink multiplied by a million. His lips were near her ear. Harry was so grateful she was alive and awake.

And maybe, most importantly to Harry, she looked pissed.

“He’s going to kill you,” she hissed at him, tears in her eyes. Bless her angry little heart.

That’s my girl. Harry thought. Harry was going to kill him. Especially if he harmed her in any capacity. He pressed the gun harder against her skin and she winced. Harry faltered for half a second.

“Are you okay?” He asked, sounding so much braver than he felt. He was a mess internally. It was a wonder his hands didn’t shake holding his weapon. He wanted to surrender himself—him for her, he would have taken her spot in a heartbeat. He would do anything to get her out of here.

“Right as rain,” the man said. Harry wondered if he should just take his shot right now. Damn it all because he wanted to kill him for thinking this was funny.

She nodded, just barely. Harry felt the most minor amount of relief.

She could try to run for him again. She was certain she could make it—she almost did. Harry would stop him before he even realized she managed to get away from him. A kick to the shin—or worse. The only thing that stopped her was the metal against her head. She was terrified that one wrong movement would set off a reflexive action that would take her life. Harry inched closer. Six measly feet away from her. She could nearly smell his fresh cologne probably applied habitually before he headed to work.

But six feet may as well have been six thousand miles.

“I can kill her, now,” he said. “Makes no difference to me. I get paid either way,” she inhaled sharply. She thought there would be a bruise from the circular barrel pressing to her skull.

She swallowed, staring at Harry. Perfect, wonderful Harry. If this was the last time her eyes were opened, at least he would be the last thing she saw. Harry had to focus on staying as calm as humanly possible. Even though the thrum of his pulse was like thunder in every inch of his body. She looked unharmed and said she was okay...other than her wrists tied together. “If you kill me, you’ll never get to my dad,” she reminded him. Harry was surprised to hear her talk about her dad. There had to be something more. But he didn’t have time to think about it. He had to get her out of here.

He eyed Harry as he inched even closer. “Keep moving, I’ll kill her,” he promised with a shrug. Harry stopped in his tracks, and she tried to pull her head from the gun. She was so brave, not even the tears in her eyes were stopping her from trying to get away.

Harry was going to give her anything she wanted. A thousand coffees, a million movies, a new set of pens and a fresh batch of index cards, or a hundred fake bouquets to decorate her place. Whatever she wanted.

“Harry,” she whispered breathlessly. He wanted to cry at the sound of worry in her voice.

“I know, love,” he murmured, trying to feign this wasn’t killing him.

“I’m sorry,” she croaked.

He wanted to wince, but he couldn’t blink. It felt like if he dropped his gaze for even a second it would be over. He would lose. He could not lose her. He didn’t respond to her. “Shut up,” the man snapped. She dropped her hands from his arm and Harry wondered how he didn’t drop his gun at the sight. It looked like she was giving up. It felt like they had to give up. What were they supposed to do? It was so quiet; even the cars outside the building seemed to be silent.

Harry and the unknown man stared at each other unmoving from their positions. It was almost like he was watching her in his peripheral vision he saw her fingers fidgeting just like they had in the video. A repetitive movement. Except this wasn’t quite sign language.

This was her thumb and index finger forming the shape of a gun and then her thumb pointing back toward herself shifting ever so slightly so her movement wouldn’t alert the man holding her hostage. Harry shook his head imperceptibly.

“Please,” she begged.

“I said, ‘shut up’,” he gripped her tighter, shaking her and Harry allowed himself to wince. He shook his head more obviously.

“Harry,” she whimpered.

“I’m going to put a bullet right in your mouth, shut. Up,” he pulled on the safety which clicked so loudly in her ear she thought it was the trigger on its own.

She released a horrific, terrified sob. “Harry, please,” she croaked.

Harry thought his heart was going to break. He nearly closed his eyes as he pulled his trigger right when she sobbed.

The sound of her cry marginally covered the ear-piercing ring of the weapon. She tore herself from the man’s grip impulsively. It was primal, the need to tend to her new wound. The sound and sight of Harry shooting at her had clearly done exactly as she wanted: completely distracted him. Trying to grab at the burning pain in her thigh with her wrists held together. She screamed so violently, so loud, Harry swore it was louder than the sound of the bullet.

As she dropped to the ground; Harry had a clear shot of the man and took it. It pierced directly through his forearm, so he dropped the gun. Harry placed another precise shot to the opposite shoulder rendering both his arms useless.

She was writhing in agony but somehow managed to reach for his weapon with her tied arms, and awkwardly shoved it out of his reach. Harry thought she was his hero. He was going to give her anything she wanted for as long as she lived.

Blood was pooling from both parties and Harry grabbed the man by his injured arm, nearly digging his thumb into the wound to make it worse. He groaned and yelled. He sounded worse than she did. He tried not to think about his beautiful angel bleeding with a wound he caused. All of the wounds he inflicted were well out of harm's way. They would repair eventually.

But Harry didn't need to be shot with a bullet to know it hurt. There was a reason people used the expression I need it like I need a hole in the head when they talked about something they definitely didn't want.

Harry thought honestly about snapping his neck. Instead, he shoved him behind the pole facing away from them, blood dripping in his path and wrapped his arms around the pole, handcuffed them together so he couldn’t escape with a set of zip ties he brought with himself--because Harry was not taking any risks when he found her. He had to be dealt with quickly, but he wasn’t important in the grand scheme of things.

With the few seconds it took Harry to rid himself of the nuisance now stuck behind the pole, moaning in agony until he could get DSS and the cops, (and everyone under the sun) here. It took a moment for Harry to realize he hadn’t heard her screams of pain as he did. She was lying on the ground, eyes closed, face paling, blood pooling around her lower half.

Oh fuck.

“Love?” He whispered brokenly. Harry dropped to his knees beside her. She was bleeding so much. Too much. The training he had from his EMT days was kicking in reflexively thank God. His movements were quick: yanking his belt off, violently pulling himself out of his coat and ripping the bottom part of his shirt off. Her jeans were soaked with her blood, seeping its way up her sweatshirt. He yanked her wrists free of the zip ties finally. I have to get her a new sweatshirt he thought uselessly.

Harry wasn’t nauseous about blood. But the thought of her dying because of blood loss made him feel so sick. Why did he listen to her? Why would he shoot her? Why, why, why!?

He was trying to do too many things at once. His right hand was holding pressure with the piece of his shirt against her wound. He pressed so hard; an insane amount of pressure—he thought he might break her already fragile leg, but it would be worth it if she would wake up. He nicked something. Something bad. Or she had a clotting problem. Something was amiss. This...this was one of the safest places he could have aimed. It had one of the highest recovery rates. All he had to do was follow her stupid fucking plan.

But it wasn't stupid. It was exactly what she wanted. It was what she expected. Harry just had no idea she had prepared for that.

If she could talk Harry down she would have. It wasn't his fault. He followed her plan even though she never explicitly told him. Even though he had no idea she didn't know her own anatomy all that well and accidentally lined up one of the arteries (but fortunately did miss her femoral artery--just barely).

His left hand dialed 911. He didn’t let the operator talk, he was spewing out the address, who he was, what the issue was, barely getting the details out in a messy rush. Harry barely waited a moment before he hung up and called Niall. He didn’t listen to anything he had to say at the other end of the line and repeated the same summary again, this time losing it the longer he talked, his voice coming out in a strangled cry and if it was anyone but Niall he would worry more about professionalism.

“Baby,” he croaked leaving the phone on, shaking her by the shoulder, he lifted her head out of the puddle of blood, her face and hair sticky with the substance. He slipped his jacket beneath her head, a cushion something to get her off the cold, bloody floor. “You gotta let me see those beautiful eyes...” he shook her head. “Love, please,” he begged giving her a squeeze. She moaned and her eyes fluttered behind the lids a bit. The slight relief he felt seemed like hope. “That’s good. Hey, hi, angel,” he cooed. Her eyes turned to little slits as she opened them so very barely. “Good job,” he praised. “Y’jus' gotta stay awake for like 10 more minutes, sweetheart. Okay? Ambulance is coming,” he promised. He continued working on her leg. He was wrapping his belt around her thigh, high around the top. He pulled it into a tight knot. She moaned at the feeling.

“Stop,” she whimpered reaching with her freed hand uselessly for his ministrations.

“I know, love, m’sorry,” he felt his voice dying in his throat. This was bad. So horrifically, bad. “Y’got a bit of a gash here, Miss Wildflower, jus’ like when y’were cooking,” he reminded her. “Remember?”

She didn’t respond and Harry found a piece of metal, like something from the construction that was left lying around, to slip in the knot he made. He twisted it causing an involuntary scream to rip from her throat. He winced at the sound of her agony.

“Harry please,” she begged, eyes dripping with tears. Her hands reached again for him to stop. “It hurts!”

“I know, m'love. M’sorry. Jus’ gotta...” he kept twisting and holding pressure on the wound. Her hands reached for it again, he grabbed both, she was too weak to do anything anyway, but he held them both against her side. “There,” he felt a pinch more relief seeing the gushing had stopped.

“S’cold,” she whispered after a moment of stillness. The burning seemed to stop. It was overshadowed by how cold she was.

Harry thought he might die if she died right in front of him. His heart was racing, the adrenaline was violently coursing through him. “I know beautiful, I know. Goddammit,” he hissed. “Niall, I need back up. Now!”

He pressed harder on her wound and looked at the pool of blood surrounding her. It was too much, too dark. “Ow, Harry! Please, stop! It hurts!” She whimpered.

“I know, honey, I know. I’m so sorry m’angel. I’m so sorry.” He could hear the sirens. “Jus’ another minute.”

She groaned for a few seconds before silence took over again. Harry pressed on her wound again. He was covered in her blood as well. She moaned again at the fiery pain. “M’sleepy,” she managed.

“I know, beautiful. I know; but y’can’t sleep yet. Not yet. I’ll let you sleep soon, I promise.”

More silence. “S’really cold.”

Harry wanted to cry. He sniffled and realized he already was. “I know, sweetheart. I know.”

“M’sorry I ran away,” she mumbled. He didn’t say anything because he didn’t want her to know how mad he was even though she seemed close to dying. “I had...had to...get you away...they’d kill you. And then... I’d have no one…at least this way...” she trailed off.

“Kitten,” he said firmly, he swallowed back the tears. Squeezed her hands. “You are going t’get in an ambulance in thirty seconds and you are going t’live a long, beautiful life. Please jus’ stay awake for jus’ a few more minutes.”

Harry swore she smiled faintly. “...With you?”

“God, if s’what y’want. I'll stay forever, love. Jus’ stay awake, please,” he begged. She didn't respond and Harry began to panic. Where was the fucking ambulance? “Angel, Tell me the functional groups.”

“Hmm?”

“Please, love. Tell them t’me again.”

“Ketone. Carbonyl. Acyl…” she sighed.

“Describe aldehyde,” he croaked. “Niall! Where is it?! Please, baby,” she could feel his hand on her face, but she realized she couldn’t see him anymore. “Kitten, honey, please open your eyes.”

Was he crying?

She wanted to say she loved him out loud. Wanted to say she was sorry for everything one more time but unfortunately her tongue was suddenly too heavy to speak. She swore she heard Harry crying, shouting, and whispering he loved her right in her ear as she drifted off to sleep.

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animexts · 2 years

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Comforting a mentally exhausted S/O

Modern AU!

Characters: Naruto, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Kiba, Neji and Itachi.

NARUTO MASTERLIST

A/N: Lately I've been fucking tired mentally, and I assume there might be a follower going through it too so...

A/N²: I will probably do this with Tokyo Revengers too.

Naruto Uzumaki

From the moment you woke up, you've noticed that you've gotten worse from the day before.

"Holy shit, today is going to be a rough day." You thought, closing your eyes tightly.

So yes, you decided you wouldn't go to school today, you don't have the strength for that

You snuggled into bed again to spend your depressing day in bed, when you heard your cell.

You sighed and reached over to answer the phone without reading the name.

"Are you ready yet? I'm coming to get you." Your boyfriend's excited voice came on the other end of the line making you want to cry, he was your ray of sunshine.

"I'm not going to school today."

"Why not? Are you sick?"

"I just... I can't."

With just that sentence, Naruto stops walking on the sidewalk and understands everything.

He had already noticed signs of your a few days ago.

I think she finally closed in on the edge. Naruto thought

"Well then, it looks like we'll be skipping class today."

"What? Naruto no-"

It was too late.

After almost an hour you hear someone knocking on your door and when you open it, you see your boyfriend full of bags and with an affectionate smile on his face.

He drops them on the floor and pulls you into a bear hug.

"My baby won't go through this alone."

Sasuke Uchira

Sasuke noticed that you weren't well from the moment he picked you up from your house, but decided not to pressure you.

He made it his mission to get you at least one smile.

He sat in the seat behind you during every class, so he could write little letters on his notebook paper, and deliver it to you without the teachers noticing.

"You look beautiful today, even with that tired face"

"Look, I think Naruto is going to drool on the table."

Those were some of the cards.

And Naruto was really about to drool if you ask me lol.

During the break, Sasuke took your hand and intertwined your fingers with his, and winked at you with a soft smile, showing that he was there all along.

As you sat in the cafeteria, Naruto sat between the two of you, making Sasuke put on the funniest disgusted expression you've ever seen.

You smiled slightly, and Sasuke felt like a sun had risen in his head.

"Holy shit, what a beautiful thing" He thought.

"Sooo what are we going to do today?"

"Get out Naruto!"

Yes, seeing these two arguing is something we are all used to.

Skikamaru Nara

Shikamaru loves silence and everyone knows.

Turns out he doesn't like YOUR silence.

He loves to hear you just talk about his day, or tell him a bad joke, he just wants to hear your voice.

He looks at you sitting on the grass next to him in silence from the moment he arrived.

There was something wrong, and he needs to do something.

"Do you want to talk about that?"

"I'm not sure..."

He approaches you and you lean your head on his shoulder.

He leans his head on top of his and sighs.

"You're too precious for this world, you know?"

So during the afternoon you all sit there in silence, until he starts to feel his shoulder getting wet.

You're crying right now and as much as it hurts him, he knows you need it.

"I'm fine here love, it's okay."

Kiba Inuzuka

"You're not fine are you?"

It's the first thing he says to you as soon as you open the door.

"I'm here my love" He hugs you tight and you cry into his chest.

He brought Akamaru with him because he knows how much you like each other.

"Want to do something? we can just sleep too if you want"

He sits you on the bed and takes your face with both hands kissing your forehead, cheeks and finally your mouth.

"You're amazing okay? Let's get through this together."

Yeah, this had been a shit week, but you had Kiba Inuzuka with you so that was fine.

Neji Hyuuga

Neji is a very observant guy, so just from your walk he knew you weren't doing well.

"I get it, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to."

He gives you a kiss on the forehead and a peck on the mouth.

So all day he spoiled you in every way possible, buying you ice cream and carrying you on his back.

"Fuck leave her alone!" He would tell anyone who came close wanting to talk to you.

"I feel useless Neji."

That phrase took him by surprise.

"Hey! Don't you dare say that about yourself never listening again?"

He hugs you tight and lets you cry into his chest.

He doesn't want you to go through this alone because your pain is his pain.

Itachi Uchiha

"Why didn't you tell me you were at your limit my love?".

"I didn't mean to bother you..."

"You never could, come here let me take care of you"

So all day he made nice things for you to eat, since he knew you preferred his food.

He also combed your hair with all the care and love in the world.

Not to mention he watched all your favorite shows and cartoons with you.

And still listened to all your outburst with attention and affection in the eyes.

"I know things are tough right now, but please don't forget I'm with you."

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wandering-wizardry · 9 months

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There is a giant 6 feet tall Penguin in one of Lovecrafts stories that jumpscares some scientists. The fact that no one seems to talk about this leads me to believe none of you have actually read Lovecraft, because I will never stop talking about it and the giant penguins minding their own business while two exploring scientists have a heart attack is the single funniest thing I've heard this week.

#lovecraft #at the mountains of madness #Penguin

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nxrdamp · 9 months

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Miguel O'Hara x Fem! Assistant! Reader | Unmasked

TW: language, no use of y/n, some google translate Spanish because I do not speak Spanish.

Word Count: 2,228

| Your POV |

Miguel O'Hara.

I'd use only one word to describe a man like him.

Arrogant.

Extremely arrogant in fact, so arrogant he hired me. Why is that so arrogant, one might ask, well he's arrogant because his personal hobby is to make my life a living, breathing hell! Why is this? Only his big, arrogant, sadistic mind knows. How is he arrogant? Well...

"I thought I said no cream," Miguel said, his eyebrows furrowing for the 20th time today. It's 8:30 in the morning. He sighed and placed the coffee down on his desk hazardously as if everything doesn't have a price tag with a pretty penny attached to it. Miguel O'Hara, one of the leading scientists at Alchemax, what does he do? I don't really know to be honest, I tried to ask once but that made him even pissier, saying something along the lines of "the fate" of something and "confidential to civilians".

"That's what I ordered sir," I said, picking up the coffee cup that was almost tipped over due to his carelessness. God, can this day really test me anymore? It's only the beginning and I've already had to go back for coffee twice.

"I don't care what happened, make it work. I don't want cream and I don't want decaf, I just want plain, black coffee." Yeah, plain like your soul O'Hara. Whatever, this assistant gig pays extremely well since, shockingly, he can't seem to keep an assistant. I wonder why.

"Right away sir," I say, rolling my eyes as I threw away the second coffee cup. Poor coffee, never had the chance. Poor barista who made it, a waste of time. Ungrateful, O'Hara is, he's so stuck up being rich and all from his dumb job in his big stupid lab that he expects someone to just wipe his ass.

"Ah, you said that last time, look where we are." He tutted, sitting at his desk in his office. You heard me, his office, he has a personal lab and an office. What does this guy even do?!

"You have quite a humor." I sarcastically reply, which made him furrow his brows once more. He started to say something, probably along the lines of "I'm your boss" yada yada, before I shut the door to his office, walking back to the elevator to grab yet another coffee from the poor stand on the ground floor of the Alchemax building. The Alchemax building is huge, probably all designed for O'Hara since everyone just adores him here, but it's right next to this....odd building. It's about the same size as the Alchemax Center, they even own it, hell it's connected to our building, but it's off-limits to everyone. Ha, even O'Hara. I'm glad at least some things don't revolve around him.

"Hi again," I said to the barista while monologuing I arrived at the stand, "I need a plain black coffee, please, just please don't put anything in it."

"Um, okay," She said, with her signature snarky attitude. This barista always gets on my nerves. She always screws up Miguel's simple order multiple times a day. I think she has it out for me, honestly. I watch as she is about to pour cream into the cup, smirking like it's the funniest thing in the world.

"Hey." I said, making her jump a little, "I've been down here three times today, four yesterday, you know that I know that you know how to make a damn plain cup of coffee."

"Fine." She said, handing me the cup," free of charge if you don't tell my manager."

"Free of charge for a month, this happened all of last week too," I said, grabbing the cup from her.

"Ugh okay." She said, embarrassment rising to her cheeks as she sees other people in line watching the spectacle.

I give her a smile. before dropping a ten in the tip jar. What, I just haggled the poor teenager into giving me free coffee for a month, while she was being an asshole and I needed a win, she's still a kid. Well now I feel bad, but I don't think I'm going to feel as bad as I am when I walk through O'Hara's office doors.

"So, you learn how to order a plain coffee yet?" O'Hara snarled, his eyes glaring at me. God, this guy sucks. His reddish eyes are just asking to test him, begging even, he must be so dreadfully bored that he just wants me to stick it to him.

At this point, I'm too mentally exhausted to make a witty comeback and I defeatedly hand him his cup, sighing as I walk away. Honestly, I think this job might be too much. This is a calm day compared to last week, running back and forth for food, because everyone everywhere in this building screws up his order. This...is odd, because instead of doing paperwork, ha, paper, that's funny, thinking the word 'paper' makes me feel old, like I'm from the 2020s or something like that! But regardless, my job requirements when I got the job was mainly to fill out his busy work, but 99% of the time, I'm running his errands!! So weird now that I think about this, but anyways, it doesn't matter, at least I hope it doesn't.

| Miguel's POV |

I watch as my assistant leaves, seeing her defeated look as she walks away from my office to go to what I assume is the break room. Even if it isn't lunch, I don't care, I just need her away. I don't need a damn assistant. It's all for looks so these nosy scientists don't meddle in my business, so it looks like I'm still acting as a geneticist. Honestly, if there was one word I'd use to describe her, it's insufferable. So very insufferable.

I would say she messes up my orders on purpose just to spite me, but I know that isn't true. Why isn't that true? Well

"You're so rude Miguel." LYLA said, popping up beside him, "I know she can't know your real work, but that doesn't require you to pick on her!"

"LYLA, go away," I grunt, furrowing my brows once more, that must be the twenty-fifth time today.

"Well Miguel, you're needed in Spider-Society, Jess needs you to conduct that mission report." She said, tilting her little heart-shaped sunglasses.

"Do it yourself LYLA, I don't have time for this. If I keep leaving this building, those scientists are gonna keep harassing me on 'how do I get extra time off?' when I'm working much harder than they ever will, especially that Dr. Ohnn-"

"Save it for Spider-Therapist." LYLA said, "I'll see you in HQ". She disappeared before Miguel could argue further about excuses on why he shouldn't leave Alchemax today.

"Ugh!" He groans, furrowing his eyebrows yet again, it's really a wonder he hasn't developed wrinkles yet, well, more wrinkles than he already has.

| Your POV |

I walk back to Miguel's office, ready to stick it to him. Frankly, I don't care if he's my boss, he can't keep treating me like this. It's a toxic work environment and I'm this close to reporting him to HR.

As I walk closer and closer to his office, I see him speedily walking down the hallway, so, in a moment of stupidity I follow him. Staying silent as I see him walk further and further away from the department of whatever the hell he does, walking closer to the biology sector, by the spider section. Gross, I'd hate to work with a bunch of spiders all day, they give me the heebie-jeebies.

He keeps walking, past where anyone works, and by the......sky bridge. What the hell? He can't go in there! That building is strictly off limits for everyone, even arrogant bosses.

I watch as he turns the corner, looking around to see if anyone was watching him. I duck behind a potted plant, praying he doesn't see me, and unfortunately, he does.

"Are you going to explain why you're hiding behind a snake plant?" Miguel asks, walking over to peer down at me. He cocks his eyebrow, smirking as if he'd found a cat in an amusing position like those old internet videos from a hundred years ago.

"You gonna explain why you're walking into that creepy, off-limits, building?!" I said, popping up from behind the snake plant, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"That's none of your concern, why are you stalking me?"

"I'm not stalking you, I am observing your behavior for the greater good of Alchemax! That building doesn't belong to you, sir!" I said, crossing my arms. The nerve of this guy, he doesn't own all of Nueva York!

"¡Que maravilla! We have a little security guard here! Go back to your desk or I'm docking your pay." Miguel said, scowling. Actually, I don't think his face even changed into a scowl. I don't it's ever not a scowl.

"Ha, that's funny." I say, crossing my arms," You have no control over that! Alchemax controls my pay, not you douche-bag!"

"Watch it." He threatened before his watch device dinged, must be some top-of-the-line Mango device, he always gets new, expensive gadgets. He got the ePhone 80 the other day, it hasn't even come out yet!

"LYLA, I'm busy." He said, turning his back to me like he has something to hide on that dumb, orange holo-watch of his. It's rather bulky compared to other holo-watches. Strange

"Instead of hiding secrets how about we finish this conversation, Miguel?" I said walking around to get face-to-face with him. "What does that thing even do? It looks way too big just to be a holo-watch."

"None of your concern, go back to your desk." He said, trying to cover his watch device. Before he knew it, the picture of the lady from the holo watch started moving around. Damn, this guy and his state-of-the-art stuff.

"Hey there!" She said, moving around, "Im LYLA, an AI assistant. I handle all of the nitty-gritty files, documents, and about everything else for Miguel and the rest of Sp...Alchemax! LYLA stands for LYrate Lifeform Approximation. Pretty neat huh?"

"What the hell, Miguel!" I said, scowling, I guess I'm becoming like him. Ew, scratch that, never say that again. "You have a whole other assistant thing and you make me run around like a dog fetching your food, and magically everyone always gets it wrong!"

"Well that's because Miguel asks them to get it wrong" LYLA answered, leaving Miguel frozen for a split second.

"I'm gonna kill you, Miguel O'Hara. Why would you purposely ask people to make my orders for you wrong?! Is this some kind of sadistic game you get off to? Huh?!"

"No." He finally replied, turning LYLA off before she could make him look any worse, "It's to keep you busy and out of my files." Okay, maybe he didn't even need LYLA to make him look bad.

"Why?!" I asked, throwing my hands up in the air. Thank god this is by that other building where no one comes because we're causing quite a spectacle here.

"Because you can't know!" He barked, gritting his teeth. His teeth...does he have fangs? I squinted my eyes to get a better look, and yes, he has fangs, which are abnormally larger than just some sharp canines.

"Why can't I know?" I asked, my eyesight flicking from his teeth back up to his reddish...no red eyes. Why are they red? How are they red? What is even happening anymore?

"Because no one like you can know. You're not a part of the few who get to know and you better be glad you aren't. This isn't a little day job where you run around with screwed-up orders, this is life or death."

"Just tell me dammit," I said, "it's probably not even that serious. What is serious is if you don't 'fess up, I'm going to report the screwed-up food, the trespassing, the verbal assault, and many other things my wonderful boss has done to me to HR. Then, you'll be fired and no more sneaking around the mysterious building. Spill."

"You could never begin to understand..!"

"Miguel! What is it! Why can't I view your files? Why can't I do my job? Why are you going into that damn building?!"

Miguel taps a few buttons on his watch, sighing. He has to do this Whether he wants to or not, it isn't up to him anymore. He has to maintain access to that building. It's vitally important. Alchemax knows what that building is and why it's Miguel's. It's the only reason he can't sue them for making this monster. How else would a man on a worker's salary, even a good one, afford an entire skyscraper in Nueva York.

I watch as Miguel's entire body fizzles softly before being coated in something anyone who has ever watched the news knows. Anyone who isn't dead or living under a rock so huge they might as well be considered dead. The two red lines that represent eyes look back at me, halting any movement, even my words cannot stumble out of my mouth. For the first time ever it feels as if I didn't have a thought at all.

"I'm Spider-man."

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a-crumb-of-whump · 10 months

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60 Whump Dialogue

Content: Torture, dehumanisation, pet whump, [implied] whumper-turned-whumpee, [implied] whumpee-turned-whumper, [implied] caretaker-turned-whumpee, sacrifice, death wish, [mentioned] death, [implied] non-con, bad caretaker.

Whumper

"You are nothing but a toy. A toy to play with and mould and break as I please."

"Go ahead. Cry and scream. It only makes this all the more fun."

"Maybe if you're good, I'll only shatter one of your ankles. Hm?"

"Look at the screen. Fucking look at it. I want you to witness this."

"You wouldn't risk your life for anyone? Perhaps we need to put this to the test."

"What makes you think I'll let you go so easily?"

"How dare you speak to me like that?"

"Have your fun while you can because I'm going to kill you the moment I get out of these."

"I'm going to find what breaks you, Whumpee. That I can promise."

"My life was so much easier before I took you. I regret it with every fibre of my fucking being."

"I wonder how loud you'd scream if I just..."

"Smile for the camera!"

"A good little pet cleans Its master's shoes with Its tongue, I'll have you know."

"I am not someone you want to mess with, Whumpee. Do as I say."

"Look who decided to crawl their way back into their master's arms. I told you you'd be back."

"I think you'd like adorable with some piercings, don't you agree?"

"Stay still."

"Maybe I'll keep you as my personal canvas from now on."

"Have fun hanging there!"

"I purchased some stuff for you. After all, every good pet deserves some enrichment."

Whumpee

"I just wanna go home."

"You can't leave me here! Please!"

"I never lost hope. I always knew- I... I knew you'd come for me eventually."

"You'd think after so long of having me here, you'd get better at tying me up."

"Please don't leave me down here again. I'll take whatever you wanna do to me, just- just let me come with you."

"You thought I wouldn't be back? I'm not finished with you yet. Not until you pay for what you did."

"You- you promised!"

"Not again..."

"You thought I was here to rescue you? That's the funniest thing I've heard all week."

"Am I gonna die?"

"Ju-ust kill me already!"

"I'm not moaning! It fucking hurts!"

"When Caretaker finds you, they'll- they'll kill you. I promise you that."

"What happened? Holding someone captive not as fun as you thought it'd be?"

"P-please... please, no more."

"You can do what you want to me, but I'm sure as hell not making this easier for you."

"Sometimes I imagined it was you, to- to help me get through it."

"Where am I?"

"Please, the restraints hurt. Can't you use something softer or- or at the very least loosen it?"

"Look at what they did to me! Look at the person I've become!"

Caretaker

"I never stopped searching for you."

"Let's go home, okay?"

"Yes, you're a burden, but you're one that I've chosen to carry."

"Where the hell are they?"

"Let me go! I need to find them!"

"May I touch you?"

"Breathe, Whumpee, please breathe."

"If I ever see you sniffing around here again, I'll make you regret it."

"I'm not going to punish you."

"I'm trying to help you, but that won't happen if you continue to treat me like this."

"Are you serious? You're just going to let them back into your life after what they did to you?"

"You sacrificed me so you wouldn't have to go back! How could you do that to me?"

"Please put the knife down, Whumpee."

"Why do I like seeing them cry? What is wrong with me?"

"I can't promise that I won't ever hurt you, but I can promise that It's never deliberate."

"Would you like me to make you some food?"

"Perhaps someone does need to punish you for you to understand. Nothing else seems to work."

"I hired someone to come and install a dimmable light in your bedroom so you don't have to sleep in the dark."

"You know what? I'd go through it all again if it meant you were safe."

"Whumper was right. They are a pathetic little thing. I think that's why they're so endearing."

#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump thoughts #whump tropes #whump scenarios #whump ideas #whump dialogue #whumper #caretaker #whumpee

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zazter-den · 6 months

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Tripped Up Part 1

MDNI

Synopsis- Your room mate tried to warn you about dresses with zippers that go all the way down, luckily Sero knows how to warm you up- If you'd let him. (No Smut til Part 2)

Reader Characteristics- purple hair, chubby/curvy, high anxiety, female. Jokingly referred to as 'princess' (royalty, not ageplay).

Warnings- Accidental Exhibitionism.

Tags- Panic Attack Comfort, Aged Up, Fluff, Wardrobe Malfunction.

Word Count- 4200, Part 1.

“Stop. Laughing.” You ground out at your best friend and room mate as you struggled to keep the bandage dress on your body. The partial spandex material refused to stay stretched and wrapped around you, revealing glimpses of your front for all to see. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you clenched the unruly dress closed in one hand while juggling your cellphone in the other. “It's not funny, Denks.” Denki Kaminari begged to differ, judging from his loud wheezing laughter that nearly echoed through the cell speaker. You shot the phone an irritated glare, even though he couldn't see it. Denki's laughter only intensified at your words. “Are you kidding me? This is the funniest thing I've heard all week, especially since I told you not to buy that damn dress.” he crowed.

“You were right, I was wrong- Now please pick my ass up because I can't leave this fucking alley” You groaned, the sound amplified by the stone walls. You wedged the cellphone between your shoulder and ear, desperately trying to keep the dress from slipping further but the struggle felt futile.

"No can do," Denki's laughter subsided, tinged with a hint of regret. "I'm on shift for another 2 hours," he sighed, almost sympathetically. You groaned in frustration, hopes of a quick rescue dashed.

“Seriously, Denks? Can't you just take a break to bring me clothes or something? It's an emergency” You fought back the rising desperation in your voice. You were at your wit's end, trapped in this embarrassing predicament. “My ass is in a thong, fishnets and not much else here, now that my dress snapped off my body.”

As you spoke, a chill breeze swept through the narrow space between the buildings, sending a shiver down your spine. You hugged yourself, trying to ward off the cold. Damn it, this sucked.

"Not this time, I'm on patrol on the other side of the city. You should call Sero, he's in your area grabbing food anyway," Denki suggested, his voice carrying a teasing lilt. He knew all too well about your crush on his best friend, and he never missed an opportunity to playfully prod at your feelings.

You were, of course, fucking mortified by Denki's suggestion.

"Absolutely not!" you protested vehemently. The thought of asking Sero for help in your current state was enough to make you want to disappear into thin air. The last thing you wanted was to show up in front of Sero looking like a hot mess, with the semi-spandex dress barely clinging onto your body. "I can't just call him out of the blue for- this!"

Your heart sank as Denki's voice on the other end of the line grew distant. "Look, you need someone to pick you up, it's too cold to stay out in this. Be brave and call Sero or ring a cab," his words trailed off as your ears picked up Mina's voice in the background, urgently telling Denki they needed to go. “I'll seeya when my shift is over.”

"Wait, Denki- Denks? Denks!" you called out, panic creeping into your voice as you heard nothing but silence on the other end. "Fuck," you cursed under your breath, frustration twisting your stomach into knots. Looking down, you scrolled through your contacts, hesitating between calling Sero or hailing a cab through the line. The thought of Sero seeing you in such a compromising position made your cheeks heat up in embarrassment all over again. But the freezing temperatures and the realization that waiting out in the cold was not a viable option pushed you to make the tough choice.

Summoning a cab seemed like the fastest way to salvage your dignity and get home, but the question remained—how would you even explain your current, uh, “situation” to the driver? Your wardrobe malfunction was far from ideal, coupled with the edgier style of your outfit and makeup, you could already see judgmental look on the driver's face.

Alone in the dark alley, you took a deep breath, attempting to collect yourself. "I'll be fine," you said aloud, more to convince yourself than anything else. You clung to the hope that Denki would be able to help you once he finished his patrol.

As if the universe wanted to taunt you further, flurries started falling from the dark storm clouds overhead, like icy confetti mocking your current predicament. You shivered as the cold wind picked up, cutting through your thin attire. You huddled closer against the off AC unit, seeking whatever little shelter it could provide. You hugged yourself tighter, your exposed skin prickling with the icy touch of the snowflakes. Your mind raced, considering the options. Waiting until Denki finished his patrol seemed foolish now, as frostbite became an imminent threat.

"This is stupid. I'm being stupid." you muttered to yourself. With a determined but shaky fingers, you decided to call Sero instead of rolling the dice with a stranger.

Your heart raced as you dialed his number. The phone rang for a moment before Sero's voice came through the line. "Yo, what's-" he began, but before he could finish his sentence, the embarrassment of the situation hit you again. Defying logic and reason- you immediately hung up the phone in a panic, unable to find the courage to explain the humiliating predicament to the hero you had been crushing on for weeks.

"What was I thinking? He's never gonna look at me the same way again," You muttered to yourself. anxiety gnawing at your stomach, as you tapped your forehead with your cellphone in your free hand. You put your phone away and tried to reposition the fighting fabric.

Your hands trembling at their positions keeping the dress wrapped around your body. You tried to push through the anxiety, but the fear of being exposed in such a state made it impossible for you to do something as simple and redial Sero's number. You pressed your back against the corridor wall, mind filled with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and thoughts.

Sero continued his walk down the street, the flurries falling gently around him. He had decided to order dinner from the Vietnamese place a few blocks away, craving something warm and comforting on this wintery night. The warm black jacket wrapped snugly around him, and his lace-up boots crunched against the freshly fallen snow, and honestly he liked nights like this. As he walked, his phone vibrated in his pocket, the screen lighting up with an incoming call.

He quickly answered the call, slinging the phone to his ear. "Yo, what's-" Before he could even finish his sentence, you hung up the call abruptly. He lowered his phone and stared at it perplexed for a moment. He did just get a call from you- right?

<<Did you call me on purpose?>> Sero typed up a text and hit the send button, hoping for a response that would clear his confusion. Just after he sent it, his head perked up, catching the sound of a message alert coming from an alley up ahead. Curiosity getting the better of him, Sero pocketed his phone and headed towards the source of the sound.

As Sero's eyes swept over the dark alley, he caught sight of familiar purple ponytails peeking over the top of a large AC unit. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, he could recognize your distinct hair anywhere. Wanting to respect your privacy, Sero quickly ducked out of the alley before calling out in a friendly but teasing tone, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, "Ya know, public urination is generally frowned upon."

“Sero?!” Your head snapped up in surprise, eyes widening with mortification. "That is not what I'm doing, you ass!" you retorted heavy with indignation, as you peeked over the top of the AC unit.

He couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter at your snappy response. His playful smile widened as he watched your reaction. He couldn't help but find your embarrassed state adorable, and it made his heart skip a beat. Smiling warmly, he strolled closer towards your hiding spot, the snow crunching under his boots with each step. “Stay right there!” your voice nearly a barking order, and Sero stopped in his tracks.

"Alright, alright, no need to get worked up.” He raised his hands in a non-threatening manner, taking a step back to give you some space. Leaning casually against the alley wall, Sero raised an eyebrow and smirked playfully. His voice took on a gentler tone, a hint of concern coloring his words. “Just wanted to make sure you're okay. It's freezing out here, you know?"

Your heart raced as Sero's voice filled the air, care evident in his words. You clenched your fists tightly around your dress, frustration and embarrassment washing over. you couldn't let him see you like this, not when you had been harboring feelings for him for so long.

"Er- no, I'm good!" you called out, forcing a smile onto your face. "I'm just, uh, taking a breather, you know?" You said vaguely, trying to downplay the situation. "Just needed some fresh air and all."

“Heh, you're a terrible liar” Sero's keen eyes studied your face, picking up on the discomfort in your expression. He had known you long enough to know everything about your behavior seemed off. Stepping closer to the AC unit, his voice softened as he pressed, "Look- I can tell something's not right. You can trust me, you know. What's really going on?"

Your heart pounded in your chest as you considered how much to reveal. Were you being foolish? Maybe, but the fear of humiliation still gripped you tightly regardless. Taking a deep breath, you decided to roll the dice, and made a split-second decision. "So..I bought this pretty black Tripp dress with belts all along the sides..."

"And it made me think of Lulu from final fantasy 10 and I loved it. I thought yo-" you cut yourself off as you stepped out from behind the AC unit, keeping your clothed back turned to Sero as you clung onto the fabric of your broken dress, trying in vain to cover your front. Your cheeks burned hot again as you mustered the words, forcing your voice above a whisper, "Anyway, it was a bandage dress with one long zipper all the way down- and Denki told me not to get the damn thing!" you rambled as you turned around to face him. "I just- I was heading out to grab food and the fucking zipper broke..!"

Sero didn't need to know that you had worn that dress hoping to run into him. The Vietnamese restaurant around the corner was the snowy weather ritual of Denki and Sero after all, regardless of whether their schedules matched up. Figures that you would try to "accidentally" run into Sero and your dress would come flying off, literally. God, you wished the earth would just swallow you whole.

Sero's eyes scanned your body on reflex. His gaze followed the curve of your thighs, the fancy fishnet tights slightly digging into your soft skin. His attention shifted slightly, taking in the glimpse of your ass visible through the gap between your thighs below your black lacy thong. It took all his willpower to tear his eyes away, a faint grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

But then Sero met your gaze, and his usual joking nature gave way to genuine concern. He could recognize the look in your eyes, the expectation that he would laugh or mock you for this incredibly embarrassing moment. Sero's chest tightened as he realized just how scared you were of being judged.

He couldn't help but notice the dampness of your hair from melted snowflakes and the slight tremor in your hands. "...How long have you been out here?" Sero asked, tone barely controlling the frustration that bubbled up.

"4.." you said trying to keep your tone casual as your teeth started to chatter, actively avoiding his eyes. You knew damn well you shouldn't have waited this long, but the fear of being judged by others, especially Sero, defied common sense regardless. You clenched your dress tighter around your body, trying to cover as much skin as possible.”40 minutes”

"Are you fucking kidding me..?" Sero muttered under his breath, his tone held more worry than mockery. He quickly shrugged off his warm black jacket, revealing his lean and muscular frame beneath a simple t-shirt, a stark contrast to his bulky upper arms. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between them in a few quick strides.

“S-Stop!” you protested weakly, your voice shaking with your chattering teeth. "I can't take your jacket, Sero."

Sero clicked his tongue, a playful frown and his usual smirk crossing his lips. "Keep giving me orders, and I'm gonna start calling you 'Princess'," he shot back with a friendly lilt. The damascus steel rings on his fingers glinted in the lamplight as he held out the jacket.

“I can't take your jacket away from you!” your teeth chattered as you vehemently protested, voice laced with genuine concern. You couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by Sero's kindness and couldn't fathom the idea of him being exposed to the cold in his thin shirt because of you. Your breathe trembled with each word as you pleaded, "I-I'm serious, put it back on. You'll freeze out here too"

His signature grin now fully stretched across his face. "That sounded like another order, princess," he replied bluntly. “You are seriously the most stubborn woman I have ever met.”

Ignoring your protests, Sero draped the warm fabric of his black jacket around your trembling figure. The jacket enveloped you like a protective cocoon, the soft fabric brushing against your nearly bare legs as it reached down to mid-thigh. Sero's scent stayed with the warm embrace of the jacket, a mix of his cologne, the deep essence of sandalwood, and the comforting smell of old books.

The jacket fit loosely against your body while the sleeves where much larger to accommodate Sero's quirk, providing you with a sense of warmth and security. You couldn't help but let out a small sigh of relief, feeling an instant sense of comfort wash over. As you nestled deeper into the jacket, tucking your hands within the sleeves, you could feel Sero's lingering warmth and scent all around. It was as if he had enveloped you in his protective embrace, shielding you from the biting cold and the chaos of the outside world.

You found yourself mesmerized by the scent that surrounded you a heady mix of cologne and nostalgia. It was uniquely Sero, and the familiar aroma sent a thrill down your spine. Your cheeks flushed hot again, your heart racing with the close proximity and the sheer intimacy of the moment. You couldn't help but wonder if Sero's scent would still linger on you even after you returned the jacket.

"Th-thank you," you stammered, your voice filled with gratitude and a hint of embarrassment. Despite your reluctance at first, you couldn't deny the warmth and comfort that Sero's jacket provided in the midst of the snowy night.

“Alright let's see here” Sero crouched down in front of you, his eyes focused on the task at hand. He ran a hand through his hair, a thoughtful expression crossing his face as he examined the broken zipper. His gaze fleetingly brushed over your fishnet-clad legs, the lacy straps of your thong peeking out from beneath the sheer tights. He did his best to push aside the thoughts of how incredibly, well hot, you looked. This was not the time or place, no matter how badly he wanted to bury his face in your thighs.

With a determined focus, Sero attempted to fix the bottom of your broken zipper, his fingers delicately maneuvering the fabric. But despite his efforts, the broken metal teeth refused to budge. Sero sighed in frustration, realizing that it was an impossible task to salvage the zipper.

"Looks like you're just gonna have to wear my jacket for now," Sero said with a glare at the offending zipper. He stood back up and extended his arm. His tape dispenser-like elbows firing off strands of tape that gracefully snaked their way around your partially exposed chest, waist, and hips. His hands brushed against your curves ever so slightly as he secured the tape in place, his touch sending electric shivers down your spine.

As Sero finished securing the tape, he zipped up the jacket, ensuring that you were properly covered. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, a satisfied grin on his face. "Well, would you look at that? You're all fixed up for now." He said, taking in your new outfit. "You make my jacket look even better than I do."

He crossed his arms over his chest, his own breath misting in the chilly air. Sero glanced towards the Vietnamese café across the street, remembering the order he had placed earlier. It was the perfect place to warm up before venturing back out into the freezing cold.

"Alright, let's get you warmed up with pho," he suggested, his tone soft but firm. "After that, we can head to my place since it's the closest. I've got some cl-"

However, before Sero could finish his plan, your eyes widened with horror, body tense with embarrassment. "Absolutely not!" you exclaimed mortified. The thought of being seen in your makeshift jacket "dress" by others was too much for your anxiety to handle. You adamantly refused to go any further.

Sero's eyes narrowed slightly, an edge of authority seeping into his voice as he spoke. "Not another word, princess," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. His unusually serious attitude capturing your attention, it wasn't often that you saw the 'Cellophane' side of him. He sighed in a mix of frustration and begrudging understanding. "I know you don't want to be seen like this, but you need to warm up before we walk back to my place. Plus the cafe is waiting for me to pick up my order."

He gently reached out, his fingers intertwining with yours, providing a subtle reassurance amidst your panic. "Look- no one is going to say shit with me standing next to you" Sero added, his voice filled with warmth. He understood your concerns, but he also knew the harsh reality of the freezing weather outside. Walking all the way to his place without warming up beforehand would not be ideal, to say the least.

You hesitated, your gaze wavering as you assessed Sero's earnest expression. Your resistance slowly began to waver, a flicker of trust sparking to life. With a deep breath, you finally relented, knowing that Sero had your best interests at heart.

"Fine," you conceded, your voice still tinged with uncertainty. "But only if you promise to keep this jacket tightly closed and not let anyone see my... unique fashion choice."

“You want me to tape my favorite jacket closed?” Sero snorted, “I've got a better idea.” He held his shirt between his clenched teeth, the shifted fabric revealing his abs and v-line, as both of his hands went to the middle of his pants. You spun right back around, immediately getting flustered. Well at least you didn't feel cold anymore. “What are the hell are you doing?” you hissed over your shoulder, trying to keep your voice level. As if you wouldn't be thinking about that glimpse of his happy trail on repeat for the next week. “Relax” Sero's teasing voice called out from behind you, “I'm not about to start stripping in the snow” as he unbuckled his leather belt studded with silver stars, and pulled it through the loops of his pants with a snap.

Sero closed the distance between them, his warm presence enveloping you from behind. His breath tickled your ear as he murmured "Hold out your arms for me”.

Your breath caught in your throat as Sero looped his belt gently around your waist, pulling it closed, creating an impromptu waist cincher. The little metallic stars on the belt glinting in the dim light against the black jacket.

"There we go," Sero chuckled, his voice a low timbre against your ear. His hands lingered around your waist for a moment longer than necessary, before he released his touch. He started taking off his rings, sliding the frozen black steel off one by one, before cracking his knuckles.

Sero took a step closer, until your back pressed against his solid frame, you felt a shiver of anticipation run down your spine. "Hold on to these for me, would ya?" his voice held a hint of mischief as he gently slid both of his hands into the pockets at the hips of the jacket you were wearing. His fingers grazed against your thighs, sending a spark through both of them as he dropped his rings into the jacket.

Sero slowly withdrew his hands from the pockets, the motion deliberate and sensuous. His fingers moved against your hips once again, teasingly tracing the fabric of the jacket "dress" as they moved upward. It was as if every touch was intentionally designed to send a shock of desire through your body.

Your breath hitched at the intimate touch. Your own hand found it's way into the one of the pockets, the weight of one of Sero's damascus rings in your palm. As you turned the cool piece of steel over between your fingers like a worry stone, you couldn't help but imagine how they would feel against your skin in a more intimate setting.

"I...really can't thank you enough for this, Sero. Tonight has been a disaster." you murmured flustered as you turned to face him, your eyes meeting his and finding a warm smile waiting for you. Your stomach flipped as you saw the genuine care in his gaze.

It was in moments like these that you couldn't help but feel drawn to him, there was just something magnetic about his presence. The sideburns lining his jaw, the glint of his black snakebite piercings, the subtle scent of his cologne—every detail made your heart flutter. The unspoken connection between them was undeniable, and in that moment, the alleyway seemed to fade away, leaving only the shared heat between the two of you.

"C'mon- Didya really think you'd be less beautiful over something as stupid as a broken dress?" Sero's low, velvety voice caressed your ears, the words rolling off his tongue with a smoothness that could melt the iciest of hearts. His lips curled upwards into his usual perfect grin, revealing a glimpse of his pearly white teeth. The mischievous glimmer in his eyes conveyed a sense of playfulness, and yet, beneath it all, there was a tenderness in his gaze that made your heart want to pound out of your chest. "It's gonna take a lot more than that to push me away."

You stood frozen in place, mouth slightly agape, unable to form any coherent response. The warmth that flooded your chest threatened to overwhelm you, mingling with a lingering shyness that set your cheeks ablaze. You'd never thought of yourself as particularly beautiful, but the way Sero saw you, amidst the chaos and overall humor of the your humiliating predicament, made you feel like the most cherished person in the world. You found yourself at a genuine loss for words.

It was in that moment you realized that you knew that your admiration for him went beyond a simple crush. You admired his strength, his humor, and the way he seemed to effortlessly hold himself with confidence and swagger. This man, with his confident persona and piercing gaze, had a way of making you feel seen and cherished in the most unexpected moments.

You never felt lower than you had in tattered clothes, hair ruined by wet snow, huddled in a dark alley- and yet...Here he was, an actual Hero, looking at you like you were the most radiant star in the sky.

A soft whimper escaped your lips, as you took a step closer to him. Silently, you snaked your arms around Sero's waist and pressed yourself against his chest, your heart pounding in sync with his. In that moment, words were futile, you couldn't figure out how to articulate what it was you wanted to say.

Yet, Sero didn't need you to. He just wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

Beneath your touch, you could feel the subtle rise and fall of his breathing, steady and comforting. It was as if the two of you were sharing an unspoken language, a connection that transcended any physical barrier. And in the silence, you found solace, knowing that sometimes, the most profound expressions of love were manifested through the simplest of gestures.

Wrapped in each other's hold, you both stood there for a timeless moment, the world fading away around you. In this moment, Sero was your anchor, someone who saw you for who you truly are, flaws and all. And thought it all beautiful anyway.

And in the quiet sanctuary of that corridor, your hearts beating in unison, you knew that you were exactly where you needed to be — in Sero's arms.

His hold tightened around you, warm hands rubbing circles on your back, as if shielding your from the outside world. His grip conveyed both strength and gentleness, and you finally felt yourself relax.

Slowly, Sero loosened his hold, his gaze never leaving you. His grin widened, the black hoops on his lower lip catching overhead lamplight of the alley. "Let's go get you warmed up, ya?" his voice held a tone of playful insistence.

Without waiting for a response, Sero gently took your hand in his, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you. Your fingers intertwined, your hand sliding into place in his like pieces of a puzzle. With a confident stride, he led you out of the dimly lit alley and into the bustling snowy streets.

If winter nights weren't Sero's favorite before, they certainly were now.

Author's Note: Obligatory "PLEASE don't be as stubborn as me, call your free friend/crush/cab", luckily Tripp dresses aren't made with a zipper all the way down anymore.

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seonghwa-potatos · 9 months

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The bully’s a sub?

- soobin gif -

summary: What happens after a fight with your bully ends up leading you to have dinner with his parent.Your left alone with Soobin to get your guys’s act together , expecting to end up fighting once more you find something quite odd in his room, changing your opinion on him.

pairings: bully!sub!soobin x rough!dom!reader

warnings: anal play, creampie

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Walking into class you prepared yourself for whatever was going to happen.Sitting down in your seat you begin to read a book, but then none other than Soobin takes it.”Y/N so what ya reading”he says holding it and laughing.”well it's not important” he says tossing it on the floor and putting his foot onto it.You get up “Soobin What the fuck is wrong with you”You ay feeling defeated.”Every damn day I have to deal with your bullshit and Im fucking tired of it.” you say clenching your fist. “So what?” he chuckles looking at his friends. You take the chance swinging your fist at him but you miss.He then grabs your arm “If your gonna try to fight me, number one tip is to swing straight…even my little brother knows that.” he smiles sarcastically

The only emotion you could feel was anger, as he tosses your arm down you grab your book on the floor.Tossing it at him as hard as you can at the back of his head.The class went silent.You take a step back, he turns running towards you, you never seen him this angry.He lunges at you and you both fall onto one another, but you flipped yourself on top, making sure you pinned his arms down with your thighs.”IM TIRED OF YOUR FUCKING BULLSHIT”you say tears running down your face and he just looks up at you stopping his fighting to get you off of him.”pouring water onto me was so damn funny to you guys wasnt it” opening your eyes he looks at you as if he feels sorry, but you could care less.”Remeber I was gone for a week from school, It was because your bitch ass got me sick”you say hitting his chest.However you didnt realize that your pin on him, you were losing it. He flips you over “Stop being a bitch, crying over this, really?Are you really crying over something as little as this?” he says laughing.He looked crazy laughing like this was the funniest thing to him ever.

“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING, GET UP… NOW” the Teacher says storming in.Soobin gets off of you and you swing your fist, punch him in the face as hard as you can.He just shoves you away from him.Wiping the blood off his lip.”OFFICE NOW” the teacher yells walking you both down.

Sitting in the office you both say nothing waiting for your parents to come get you.

30 mins later.

“Mom, you know I've told you for months about how he kept messing with me.” you say

“Y/N fighting won't solve any problems, I raised you better than this…but thats why were gonna fix this today” she says you questionly raise your eyebrows “Today?, How” you say

“We're having dinner with his family later,” she says, hopping into the car.

“Dinner?” you say concerningly.”No , mom he’s literally the devil's child…Dinner? You can't be serious” you say, looking at her as if she's crazy.

“Well you're gonna get dressed, we have to leave by 4:30”she says.Arriving home, You just wish you could lay in your bed and do nothing for the rest of the day.Eventually you went to sleep hoping your mom would just cancel.

“Wake up Y/N and get dressed.” she says as you're half awake and half asleep.”Huh?”

You say then you remember you have to have dinner with Soobin.”Mom please I really don't wanna go.''You say doing those bubbly crying eyes at her.”No you're going Y/N be dressed in 10 mins were leaving then”, she says closing the door.

Dragging yourself out of your room you plead with your mom one final time, but she says this is for the best as you both head out the door.

15 mins later you guys arrive at his house.Walking in you see Soobin with his bruised lip and laugh under your breath.He glares at you knowing he heard you. Once the table is set up you sit across from one another as well as the parents.As you guys eat Soobin’s dad says “We want you guys to stop this childish act,So me and Mrs Lyn (Your mom)will be leaving while you guys solve your guy’s problems” he says as if this was the solution. “Dad, are you really gonna leave me with her?”he says like a whining.you roll your eyes wanting to leave the room in an instant.”You guys are gonna act like your age,If come back and everythings a mess with you two, you won't have your phone,xbox,or television for a month.”(18) his dad says expressing how he wasn't lying.”Same goes for you Y/N “ your mom says as they both hid to the door.” Yall stay on your best behavior while we're gone.” your mom says closing the door behind them.

“Don't touch any of my shit, and stay out of my room” he says going to the bathroom.You wanted to put him in his place so you go upstairs and find his room,You just lay on his bed admiring his room.”He really thinks ima listen to him now” you chuckle to yourself getting up you look around and see his walk in closet.”Hmm he got some nice clothes i'll admit that.” you say looking around and then you see this purple looking thing hiding behind shoes.You grab it and it's a dildo.You hold in in shock.He likes to be fucked in the ass. Ima definitely use this against him you were thinking.You lay on the bed wondering how he got this big ass dildo up his ass.”I told you not to go in my room” he says yelling opening his door.His face goes pale and his face drops.”W-what are you doing touching my stuff”He says as if he’s embarrassed.He runs after you trying to grab it, but you wore heels your about his height so you stand up and he tries jumping and reaching but to no surprise he can't. “Please just give it to me.” he says with bright red cheeks and ears looking down. “Now why would I do that?” you laugh at him in his face.You put your finger onto his chest pushing him down onto the bed. “Y/N, i'm sorry for bullying you, I- I never meant to take it that far” he says you can tell he’s embarrassed but so what.”Strip” you say smiling, doing that sarcastic smile he does.”S-strip” he says panicking.”Why would I do that” he says looking everywhere but your eyes.”Well, you wouldn't want anyone to find out would you?” you say finally knowing you have something to black mail him with.He begins to strip only to his underwear he covers himself in his underwear.You sit in a chair facing him “That too”you say pointing. “Do you not understand the meaning of stripping?” you say almost getting out of your chair.He then removes his underwear. “Let me see,” you say teasingly, laughing.”S-see what” he says flustered more than ever. You move the chair forward, moving his hands out of the way.”This” you say as you laugh a little.”Wow it is pretty big” you say using the whipping stick out of your bag holding it up as if you were observing it. “Now can I get dressed?” he says, stepping back and covering himself once more.You look at him crossing your legs “I'm not done” you say looking him in his eyes.”What do you want from me?” he says with a bit of sass in his tone.

“Don't get sassy with me…Now you're gonna take this dildo and shove it up your ass in front of me” you say throwing the dildo at him.

“R-really are you serious” he says worrisomely.

“Do you want your friends to know what you do on your own time?”you say seriously without laughing.

He grabs puts a finger in his ass and tries preparing himself, but he cant reach so far it seems like. “C-can I grab m-my lube out of the closet.” he says

“Where is it” you say looking at how flustered he is.

“Top shelf to the side of the box right when you walk in.” he says looking away.

Grabbing the lube you come out and put some onto your finger.

“Y-you don't have t-too do it” he says talking fastly

“Shutup” you say, pushing him down and making his back arch.

You put one finger in and he groans trying to hold himself from moaning. “Let those sounds out for me” you say into his ear while putting two fingers in.

He lets out a soft moan he tried to keep from coming out.”So what other toys do you have in there” you say wondering how kinky this motherfucker is.He doesn't say anything except his muffled moans into the bed.You grip his hair moving his head up. “Answer me Soobin?”

You say sternly.He moans each word out saying ” C-cuffs, ot-ther dildos, an edging t-toy”he says.”Where are those toys?” you say putting 3 fingers in. His moans get louder “I-im not telling y-you”he says I then shove my fingers in and out at a paste. Leaning over him I take my shirt off, pressing my boobs onto his back.leaning towards his ears.You whisper “you really think you're gonna make demands” you chuckle.”You don't have options” you say grabbing his dildo and waving it in his face.Moving it to the back of him you put it in him and his moans come out full.You hear them as clear as day.”Im glad your my bitch now” you say pushing it further in as his back arches farther.”Y/N t-the toys are in t-that box” he says.He looks as if he can't hold no more. “You cum when I say you can come”You say looking into his eyes getting up from the bed and grabbing the material.You then place the cuffs on him moving his arms to be behind him.You then begin to take your pants off and underwear off slowly looking at him smirking.His dick starts to twitch.”I- I can't hold n-no more Y/N” he says moaning out.”Your gonna hold because I said so” you say sitting him up looking into his eyes.You put yourself on top of him pressing your folds along his cock.You feel his twitch bit by bit and you tease him more and more rubbing down his chest.”you want it” she says “Y-yes I want it, please”He says whines for it.You then pull yourself up and positioning yourself facing him going down onto his cock.He groans moaning your name, his moans begin to sound like pants.You then grab his head pushing the sweat off his hair.His adams apple bulges out as his head cocks backwards as his moans wont stop.”Soobin your such a naughty boy” you say pushing him onto the bed and going up and down faster.He lets out a moan as if he cant take it anymore “cum in me “ you say and you feel his cum ejaculate all inside you eventually making you both sticky as you keep going.you push your boobs into his face and suffocating him with the smell of you as well. “ You're such a good boy Soobin, now if you could act like this from now on we won't have any problems will we?” you say whispering into his ear.”No, ma’am” he says heavily out of breath.

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krystalskeleton · 1 year

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1992.11.11 – RAW Magazine Interview with Izzy

Music

"Yeah, music is partially my saving grace. It's been part of my life every day of the week since I was a kid. It doesn't have to be a specific type of music, it can be any type because the whole of it takes you away from the mundane, every day sort of thing.

"Being on tour, I find it like a luxury item because when I'm on tour I don't have a big stereo, I have a Sony player that cost 50 bucks, it's mono and it has this tiny speaker. For the first couple of days I only had my walkman which is fine for airplanes, but otherwise they're a drag. I found myself looking in the window of these shops at these stereos and there was this one in Chicago which was four and a half feet long and three feet tall. It was this boom box with neon lights inside it. It was really freaky looking, but I ended up getting this small Sony because it would fit in my bag, it plays cassettes and it records so I can write songs on it too. I find that if I hear a stereo now, even if it's a PA at gigs and they're playing a tape, it's a luxury and I really enjoy it."

Food

"Indian food and pizza are my favourites. I stopped eating meat a few years ago. I don't eat red meat or chicken, but I eat fish. I stopped eating meat shortly after I stopped drinking and using drugs. I think it was a case of wanting to heal myself a little quicker rather than objecting to meat, plus there were some cases on the West Coast where people were dying after they'd eaten bad meat. I'm big on salads. Salads in America are just a couple of bits of dead lettuce, but over here people are a bit more conscientious.

But Indian food and pizza are my favourites and that's why Chicago is like heaven to me because you can get a pizza delivered at 5am and it's damn good pizza. There's a place there called Mama Mia and they deliver all night long. They've got pizzas that are two inches thick with like a cracker crust with fresh tomatoes on top. "

Drink

"I like mango lassi and sweet lassi from Indian restaurants. My second would be fresh squeezed orange juice. Those are the only things I drink. I gave up drinking because I just had enough of waking up in my own vomit and not remembering who I was hanging out with the night before, getting arrested and all that stuff. Waking up in jail, and that sort of thing became old for me and I finally realised that I had to stop this and figure it all out. It wasn't easy and it took a while. I feel a lot better for not doing it."

Hate

"It's destructive in nature. Sometimes you can get angry, but it usually doesn't help fix anything. If I hate something I just get hung up on it and dwell on it. I find it easier to try and dismiss it. Otherwise it's extra baggage to be carrying around. You see hatred every day on the TV and some other places and that's enough for me, I don't need to live with it anymore."

Rock 'N' Roll

"It's that life blood. You can't put your finger on it. For me it's that other thing that only people who listen to it or love it know what it is. To the rest of the world though it probably doesn't mean shit!(laughs)

" The funniest thing I ever heard in Guns N Roses was from this guy in Canada called Gabe. God, he was hilarious! He said he saw something on English TV once that said no matter how many records Elton John sold in 1976, there were still 40 billion Chinese people that don't give a fuck and that rang so true to me- this was back in '86 so I've always kept it in mind. It's true. If you look at the globe and spin it and put your finger wherever it lands there's people there who don't know what Rock 'N' Roll is. For people who do love it, though, it's their whole life. For me it's very special.

" We used to have Rock 'N' Roll bands come to play at our house when I was a real young kid. My dad used to have these parties and me and my brothers were beer runners. The bands were always downstairs and I always hung out with them. When you're a kid and these guys would show to play stuff on the drums, it was great. They'd play stuff like (Credence Clearwater Revival's) 'Proud Mary'. I was lucky 'cos I got to grow up with that. I've been hooked on that ever since."

Drugs

"It's up to each person. It doesn't do any good to tell people not to do it. If people want to do 'em then they're gonna do 'em. All I can say is for myself they stopped being a good thing. It became a complete pain in the ass. It was destroying me as a person and I got to the point where I decided to give up. It wasn't like I didn't know 'cos you go through a peroid where you know you're tearing yourself up. I knew I had to stop or everything was gonna go down the tubes."

Sex

"It's pretty important, but to a lot of people it's hard to understand that it doesn't mean much unless you care about the person you're with. I'm lucky, 'cos I do."

Love

"It's a great thing. Everybody needs it and wants it. Life can be pretty bleak without it. I've got a German shepherd and I've had him since he was a puppy, ya' know. I bought him when he was just a twerp. He's three years old, he's healthy, he's big and he can run 40 miles an hour and he's great. I love my dog!

"I've had a steady girl for a few years and it's a great thing. Love makes life a lot easier."

Work

" I worked in a car wash when I was 15. I worked where the cars come out and you have to dry the cars off. In the winter time with the wind chill it can be 10 or 20 below zero, and that was real work getting up at five or six in the morning. It was cold and you've got these towels that are freezing and you're washing these fuckers off. Music is more something that you love to do so it doesn't seem like work. The thought of having to get a real job is difficult. I was never that good at keeping a straight job and getting enough money to do what I wanted to do. At the same time I had to work as a kid. If you gotta do it you do it.

" I've had different jobs. I worked in pizzerias and I actually enjoyed that. That was one job that didn't feel like work unless there was a gig or concert that I wanted to go to. In that case I'd leave work early anyway. I actually liked cooking pizzas, flipping the dough and stuff was cool.

"If I had to get another real job I would probably work in a pizzeria, or I'd work in the car wash and I'd be on the front end. The front end is where the guys would pump gas and vacuum the cars, and these guys were always the envy of everyone else who had it rough. This was back in the '70s when people would drive around with big joints in their cars. They'd smoke half a joint and leave the rest so that when one guy pulls up with half a joint in his ashtray, what happens to the joint? It ends up in the pocket of the guys who are up front who'd smoke them! I think I'd rather work in a pizza place though where it's warm and there's music."

Photo © Paul Jendrasiak, 1993

#izzy stradlin #izzy #jeff isbell #jeffrey dean isbell #izzy stradlin and the ju ju hounds #gnr #guns n roses #gunsnroses #gunsnfuckinroses #80s rock #rockstars #80s #90s rock

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cruel summer. - modern!jacaerys

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4 pairing: modern!jacaerys x modern!stark reader (a/n): I’m going to preface this by saying this part is mostly filler to establish their dynamic and how the story will go for a while. this story i made while listening to cruel summer - taylor swift and i’m not sure how to feel about it. also, thank you @daenerysapologist for giving me the idea of hockey player Jace. I love it. rating: NSFW 18+, this chapter doesn’t have anything NSFW though. prns: she/her all notes are appreciated. words: 1k tag list: @hopelesswritergall @twizzy123 @howyouloveyourdragon @fairysluna

It's been a long few years here at Iron High, learning to adapt to the new social norms that change almost every week, trying to remember who's on top and who isn't when it comes to popularity, and of course… Tutoring the Iron High hockey captain, Jacaerys Velaryon.

I look at him as he leans back in his chair and looks up at the ceiling. It's been weeks and I swear I've heard the same jokes a million times from him. And the most frustrating part is? He laughed at himself. He finds HIMSELF hilarious! If that doesn't scream self-centered jock, I'm not sure what does. He must think he's the funniest son of a bitch at this school. He has beautiful brown hair and curious brown eyes that remind me of beautifully crafted bark on trees.

"Hey, Stark! Are you listening? Did you get the joke?" I hear him say breaking my thoughts. I stare at him, narrowing my eyes. Maybe his eyes remind me of dog shit instead.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not here to listen to your jokes, I'm here to teach you High Velaryon. Now, can we focus? If you fail this class, you know the repercussions," I remind him. He's only tutoring with me because he needs at least a C to pass, and currently, he's failing. If he doesn't pass, no hockey for him. His whole social life and reputation down the drain faster than it started. He frowns for a moment before leaning forward, smiling that cheeky and flirtatious smile he always does. This is when he's about to say something extremely obnoxious or excruciatingly unnecessary to the conversation.

"What do you call an alligator detective?" He smirks, and I stare back. You know what? I'm not giving him this one.

"An investi-gator. You're not clever. Can we just work on the assignment now?" I groan, watching his eyes widen.

"What?! You can't steal my joke!" He sits back, being playfully offended. I raise a brow as he acts like a drama queen. I can't help but smile. A small laugh escapes me. As he looks into my eyes, his eyes widen. There's something in his gaze that I can't place, a shimmer in his eye that wasn't there previously. His staring before speaking makes me uncomfortable."You just laughed!" He seemed excited, placing his hands on the table and standing up, knocking his chair over. "Holy shit you laughed!" He seems like he's just won the lottery. I furrow my brows.

Denial is now my best friend. "No, I didn't," I say casually, continuing my work. He glares at me. I can feel it on my head. "I think you're going crazy, maybe we should call this tutoring session early." I look up at him, closing my book and putting my papers in my folder. He opens his mouth to speak, but I softly shush him and touch his lips. "Shh, it's alright. The stress is getting to you. You're imagining things. It's for the best. I know, I know. You'll miss me so much." I put my things in my bag, throw it over my shoulder, and push in my chair. I watched him pick up the chair that he'd knocked over. I turn to leave but hear him speak, in a tone I've never heard before. It seemed eager and desperate.

"Y/N, can I give you a ride home?" Jace suddenly asked. When I examined his features, he still looked awestruck and almost pleading. I sigh, hating that I'm giving into his pitiful look.

"Fine. But you have to listen during the next tutoring session. Deal?" I turn around and watch as his expression glows with pure excitement. I feel a smile grow on my face, which I cover with a cough. He quickly agrees and rushes over, offering me his hand. I look at him like he's stupid, moving my palm to his shoulder and pushing him forward to lead me to his car.

I sit in the passenger side of his vehicle, a sense of regret washing over me as he starts his car and pulls out his phone. I expect some rap, some SoundCloud-level shit, and maybe even something he's made himself. What he puts on surprises me.

"Are you in a romantic mood?" I ask, raising a brow. He gives me a cheeky smile and turns up the song without another word. I can't help the grin that comes to my face as he proceeds to scream the words to a song that I'd never expected to come out of his mouth. "Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night, kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright," he says, looking over at me and grinning like an idiot. I laughed, grabbing my phone and recording him, seeing if he falters in shame. He doesn't, he stays strong. "Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life! ONE, TWO, ONE TWO THREE FOUR! I like shiny things but I'd marry you paper rings! Uhuh!" He looks at me as he grips the wheel, urging me to sing along. The only thing I can do is laugh as he gets stronger than ever. Jacaerys Velaryon is the last person I'd expect to see singing Paper Rings by Taylor Swift, but I can't say I'm upset. The entire way home he sings his heart out, the windows rolled down. The regret I'd felt previously has now disappeared as I enjoy my time with him. Maybe he isn't TOO bad.

As we ride up to my house, I feel myself growing disappointed that the time has come to an end, but I make sure not to show it. "Thanks for the ride, I appreciate it," I say softly, getting out of his car. He nods and then waves before honking his horn when I'm at my door. I turn around after my soul jumps out of my skin, glaring at him. He laughed but yells at me.

"Text me! We should go out somewhere!" He shouts, winking and driving off before I can protest.

Stupid Jace.

I then turn to my door, grinning from ear to ear, and walk inside.

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Waiting On You~ E.M

Author's Note : This is for my valentines @pleasantlycrazyworld <3

Summary: You knew Valentines Day wasn't one of Eddie's favorite holidays, but you wanted to surprise him when Chrissy came around to hand out candy, roses and anything else she thought of in her basket. What happens when Eddie gets a surprise?

He scrunched up his nose hearing you talk about Valentines Day that was coming around tomorrow. He wasn't very fond of all the loving couples, the candy, the whole day made his stomach turn inside out.

" I never really had one but I'm surprising someone tomorrow" this news brought his attention as he sat up straighter in his seat.

" You? Y/N have interest in someone" he teased, wiggling his eyebrows but you couldn't really see because of his bangs. You rolled your eyes tossing a chicken nugget his way. He rose his eyebrow as it bounced off his chest and rolled onto the floor.

" Ha, Ha, really funny, Eds" he waved his arms with his dimples out. " I'm aware I'm the funniest guy you know" the rest of the table groaned at the two of you. It was clear to see to them that the two of you were made for each other, it was just that the both of you were blind over the fact that you had feelings for each other.

" What's with the moaning and groaning, little sheeps?" he turns to glance at Dustin as he poked his food with a fork on his tray. " Something say, Henderson?" Dustin looked over at you watching as your eyes pleaded to not tell him what he wanted to say. He was very aware of your feelings towards his Dungeon Master but he promised not to say anything.

" Nothing, just lame you don't have a Valentines or a date"

Eddie rolled his eyes, " To make it clear. I don't like the lovey dovey so called holiday. Just another day, I rather eat dirt that watch mushy couples kiss and giggle like they never been laid before."

Your heart sank hearing his answer but Eddie only wanted one Valentines every year since you've met him. You. He was too scared to admit his feelings for you and instead he bite his tongue.

" You're just jealous that we all have dates and you don't" Gareth says.

" Whatever man" Eddie rolled his eyes as he took a peek at you to see you playing around with your own food. " You know it's not nice to play with your food like that, princess. You know chewing is a thing, right?" he asked.

" Yeah" you mumbled. He frowned hearing your answer. Usually your pushing at his shoulder or chuckling underneath your breathe. But this time, he didn't like what he heard.

Instead he watched you walk away carrying your tray in your hands.

‎♡‧₊˚

It was a week ago that you walked up to Chrissy Cunningham and stood swaying back and forth on your heels as you waited for her to notice you. Jason sneered at the sight of you to only have Chrissy backhand him in the chest.

" Don't worry about, Jason. What can I do for you?" she asked, sweetly. Chrissy has never treated you unkindly, she was one of those that usually perked up at the mention of your name or smile at you when you passed her in the halls.

" I was wondering if I could have you deliver the candy and a little note to the person I've had my eye on for awhile"

Jason snorted.

" Surprise, surprise the freak like someone" he mumbled with amusement in his voice. " Jason, go over there for a few minutes" Chrissy shooed him to the side while she stepped closer to you, shooting a glare at her boyfriend.

Jason rolled his eyes as he walked away.

" Who is it? Is it someone I know?' she asked, with a giggle. Your cheeks hinted with the color red as you slowly nodded your head. She squealed clapping her hands.

" Who is it? Look at you blushing, you're so cute!" you shook your head and told her about who you were into. Her eyes got wide, " Oh that make sense now. You know he likes you too?"

" No he doesn't, stop joking Cunningham" she frowns titling her head to the side. " I'm not, he likes you. I can tell. He got a look on his face" she motions towards her face with her hand.

" Right, thank you for this. Just don't tell him it's from me"

" Your secret it safe with me" she reassures you with her hand on your shoulder giving it a squeeze.

‎♡‧₊˚

You were too busy doodling in your notebook to hear Chrissy had walked into the classroom carrying a basket full of Valentines Day things inside. You felt goosebumps run down down your arms as she there calling people's name who got something from Valentines.

" Eddie Munson" at the sound of his name, Eddie's head snapped up not expecting anything today. To his surprise, a note and a small bag of candy laid on top of his desk where Chrissy dropped it. You can see in the corner of your eye how shocked he is.

Eddie's eyebrows knit together as he looked around the room thinking this was some sort of joke that was being pulled on him.

" Are you sure?" he asked Chrissy, she turned her head to glance down at him with a small nod as she carried on. You bite the inside of your cheek hoping he didn't figure it out fast.

His head turned towards you as he leaned over.

" Do you think someone is playing a joke on me?" he asked, pushing the candy side to side with the cap of his pen.

" N-No" you shook your head, " This person must really like you if they did this on a day you despise."

He hums in agreement as he leans away from you and picks up the note. He rereads over the small poem that's there and a hint of red crawls on his cheeks. Someone must really like him, but who?

Inside you were screaming at his reaction, it was the most adorable sight in the world. He took pieces of his hair putting them into his mouth as he sank in his seat with his cheeks still painted the color red.

The bell rang, you hurried to grab your things making your way out of the door in hopes that Eddie didn't ask you anymore questions.

‎♡‧₊˚

Eddie frowns at the lack of your presence at the lunch table, crossing his arms over his chest as he tapped his foot underneath the table.

" Do you guys know where Y/N is?" he motions to your empty spot at the table. Mike sighs as he drops his fork into the food he has on his tray.

" Are you really like blind or where you always this blind?" Dustin nudges him in the ribs. " Ow" Mike rubs the spot that Dustin elbowed.

" What are you on about, Wheeler?" Eddie asks uncrossing his arms.

" You never see anything, Eddie. You never do" Jeff says. Eddie more confused as ever as he turns to Jeff.

" Are you going to explain or am I'm going to sit here and have to figure out what you sheeps are on about?"

Dustin sighs, closing his eyes.

" Henderson?" he asked, waiting.

" Your valentines, that candy in your lunch box is from Y/N. She likes you. Is that clear enough for you?' Dustin says, shaking his head. " God, your such a butthead'

Eddie's mouth falls open as he looks inside his lunch box and takes out the note. How could he not see it earlier? This was your handwriting. How could he miss it?

" Oh my god" Eddie says as he waves the note in his hand. " Oh my god" he says as he stands up catching some attention from the other students.

" Now he gets it" Gareth says.

Eddie scrambled up from his seat, " Thank you buttheads."

He had to find you.

‎♡‧₊˚

You had skipped the rest of the day, walking home and not wanting to embarrass yourself more in front of Eddie. By now, probably someone has told them what an idiot you were to confess to Eddie like this through a holiday he didn't like.

" You home, sweetheart?" your mom asked as she peeked from the kitchen.

" Yeah, I'm not feeling well' your mother frowns as she makes her way over to get a good look at you. The color from your face is drained and there is a deep frown on your face.

" Oh hunny, you don't look so good. Go lay down" she says, " I'll make you something to eat" you nod as you head to your room, closing the door as you shrugged off your backpack onto the floor. You didn't really care where it landed as you collapsed on bed, face first.

" I'm an idiot" you mutter to yourself feeling the tears sting your eyes. " He's not going to feel the same way, who was I kidding?" you mumbled turning over to lay on your back staring up at the ceiling.

‎♡‧₊˚

It felt like hours before someone rang the doorbell. There was talking downstairs as your mother let in the person. You had your eyes closed when you heard a knock on your door.

" I'm not hungry mom" you shout, removing your face from the pillow. The door creaked open to reveal not your mom, but he stood there with the letter you wrote to him in his hand as he shyly waved at you.

" I thought I find you here" he jokes, lightening up the mood. But it doesn't work as he watches you sit up on your bed and scoot up with a pillow of your stomach as you lean against the wall.

" Here I am" you mutter without enthusiasm.

The bed sinks letting you know he sat down. His ring clad hand reaches out to bring your face up that you were looking at him.

" I've gotten this letter" he waves it in your line of vision. You know it's yours seeing the notebook paper ripped out of one of your notebooks. Your mouth was in a thin line as you stared at him.

His brown doe eyes searched your face for an answer, he was saw fear for a moment and sadness.

" Why are you sad, sweets?" he asks, his thumb running over your chin in comfort.

" It doesn't matter" he tilts his head, sighing to himself.

" It does matter to me" your heart raced seeing the small smile appear on his face. He was so pretty.

" It was stupid idea-" he cuts you off with a finger to your lips.

" It's never a stupid idea to tell me how you feel even if it's through a letter and some candy, which were pretty good"

You didn't know weather to cry or what to do as he brushed your hair behind your ear.

" We don't need to talk about this right now, but you should know the feeling is mutual. I'll wait for you when you're ready. I know how you are with your emotions."

The edges of your lips turned up, feeling his hand cup your cheek before feeling his lips on them. The boy you have feeling for and your best friend had kissed you on the cheek. He was so understanding.

" Thank you" you tell him.

" You're welcome sweets, you know where to find me" you nod watching him walk out the door.

‎♡‧₊˚

It didn't take long for him to wait for you as the very next day you stood in the middle of the hall way.

" Eddie!" you shouted his name. He stopped having his conversation with Gareth as he heard you. He moved to stand on the other side of the hall with a smile on his face.

He waited for you to make your move.

When he noticed you walking past the rushing students, he met you half way in the hallway where eyes fell on both of you.

" I'm ready, I was always ready" you say. His heart flutters at your words as the dimple smile spreads across his face.

He opens his arms for you to walk into and when you do, he wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his nose into your hair, breathing in your shampoo.

" I love you" he hears you mumble into his chest. He pulls away as he levels with you, taking your hand in his.

" I love you too" he says, bringing your hands up to his lips as he kisses them. He watches as your eyes lit up with happiness and light and from then on he was the reason your face lit up with happiness.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson y/n #Eddie x you #Eddie x reader #Eddie x y/n #jewls writes #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson one shot #Eddie Munson imagine

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method acting asks!

first of all, you guys ate the style chapter so bad EEK im so glad you guys loved it. more where that's coming from! been having the worst week but watching people react as they read has been super fun and I thank you all for that :')

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMM2wqGJV/ oh bestie...oh you're SO RIGHT. like y/n's nickname is princess but I definitely think as time goes on historia fits more of the princess vibe and y/n as the popstar. also some part of their friendship is loosely based on olivia rodrigo and sabrina carpenter, just like solely as vibes so

https://x.com/erjgrs/status/1765732630643851685?s=46&t=Uk-oZnZapecdEA4wRzncKw real. a picture lana would post and the quote tweet would be y/n.

(this isn't a method acting ask but it's eren and legit the only eren thing i've written since july so it counts)

hi!!!! thank you so much for the love :') i'm so excited to share it with everyone!

the opening and ending songs are the same! I make a shinzo sasageyo joke in the next set of tweets....I agree with you, I do think that they would write all the music that was included in the actual show and that certain songs are for ceertain characters

table scenes twitter reactions coming...your wish is my command...

vampire by olivia rodrigo, ding ding! one of my fav songs that I get to include i'm so excited eek. I def think lana would cover the song but I think the main like song she would write about ricky would be something like would've could've should've by taylor swift/goddess by laufey/ or history of man by maisie peters

I hope you have a lovely day too!!!! thank you so much for supporting me :')

I actually considered going with heavenly bodies as the theme for this met gala in the fic (just bc that was litearlly the best met gala) but I ended up deciding against it. but I totally get what you mean,,, they would serve....

also a slight hint, but I did end up giving lana marilyn monroe kim kardashian controversy dress because that is something that lana would do. also in general, lana/clarkson's are based off of kardashians (if you couldn't tell) so....it fit

HARD AGREE. I think whatever they bond over is something that eren just...can't do. like if they're watching a reality tv show and really invested, he'd sit there being like....it's fake just to get mad glares fro zeke/carla/and i'm adding colt to the mix. eren's cool with the kiddos (falco and gabi) but y/ns cool with the big brothers (zeke and colt)

@najaemism omg I'VE ACTUALLY NEVER HEARD THSI SONG BEFORE but actually you're so right. also very mikasa during jeankasa meltdown.....also historia (more on that later)

@leave-rae-alone HI POOKIE! don't worry...I disappear off the face of my blog like every other week. I hope you're doing well and take time to rest!

am I allowed to say megan thee stallion bc I am in love with megan thee stallion? but actually though, I think her style fits the character, she likes anime and this is an anime fanfic, and her using like stuff from tokyo ghoul as references during the nicki drama is actually something that I think y/n would do. also I just love this outfit i would include it as a red carpet outfit or something

hm. there are a few that @/bsenpai and I mention bc we actually talk about method acting everyday like its an illness. I think y/n and eren would do she's the man (that's the movie they've promised ethan cole btw), eren and y/n also do pride and prejudice 2005, I also think she would act as the daughter as interstellar. those are the ones that come to mind rn!

no comment. you did ask this before I posted the chapter tho but you like manifested that one hard so.

LMFAOOOO. wait can I tell you the funniest thing....is that I actually think young gojo in method acting would be like young justin bieber. like i had this thought the other day when i was listening to somebody to love and i was like....ok chill out gojo damn. like I naturally think he would have that charisma and be one of the first people to pop off on youtube....but he would not flop like current justin bieber.

that's all for today. here are the songs + some hints for the next chapter:

see you again by tyler the creator ft. kali uchis, end game by taylor swift, and vampire by olivia rodrigo

an award wrapped in a ribbon

a red lipstick mark

smashing a crown

sukuna splashing a glass of wine in someone's face...soulmateism if you ask me

there are some of these i think you could technically figure out. but oh well, I will see you then!

#asks!#method acting

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WORTH IT?

PART 2!! (ALL THE PARTS ARE HERE)

RAFE CAMERON X READER

*sorry for the late post it's been months I know I've been busy. I am still active on here and I see your comments I appreciate all the love!! I will be writing more*

WARNINGS: SMUT, DRINKING, DRUGS

SUMMARY: The mistakes only led to more as found rafe fucking you in the bathroom of a party you didn’t know who it was.

It had been weeks of no call or text from Sarah. it was pretty obvious she hated you. maybe it was the egging your house in the middle of the night or the sudden glares and laughter that were shared everywhere you went. it was pretty obvious the Cameron household now hated you, all but one.

Rafe would constantly text you asking to come over or to hang out. Not a “sorry” or “are you okay?”. It was as if your feelings didn't matter and this really was nothing more than a simple booty call. it only made you hate yourself more for letting something so stupid ruin your friendship with Sarah. Someone who couldn't even tell you how he really felt. It messed with your head thinking about all the ways you messed up. yet the only thing to help cope was drinking.

you found yourself at a party not knowing who or how you got here just that you weren’t thinking about the mistakes you made only making more. mistakes you were definitely not going to remember after all the shots you took.

“y/n!” someone yelled grabbing your attention as you stubbled into the room where everyone was dancing. your body being pushed around by everyone as you tried to lean on them. “shit you are wasted” he laughed pulling you away from the crowd of people. you felt as if you were running an hour behind everyone else still trying to figure out who was pulling you into the kitchen. asking you all these questions you couldn’t understand. “shots?” he held up a cup as you nodded understanding that much of what he said.

you didn’t know who he was all you knew was he knew you and that was enough to follow him around like a lost puppy. he didn’t seem to mind seeing how his attention continued to face you. making sure you kept up as you followed him into the crowd of people. his hand gripping yours whenever you fell behind.

it only made sense to who this was when you saw where he was taking you. the corner of the room where everyone lined up to do coke.

“look who I found” he pulled you ahead of him to show you off to the people doing a line of coke on the coffee table. heads appearing up as they saw you

“no fucking way y/n!” you could tell who this was based on his excitement to see you. It was topper someone who saw you as his sister. he was always nice to you mainly because he was going out with Sarah and he had no choice but even then he was awalsy there looking out for you. “so what you’re ghosting us now?” he questioned putting an arm around you. It was topper someone who loved you like a sister.

“trying to” you joke as he laughs as if it was the funniest thing he ever heard. you could tell he was more fucked up than you.

“did you come with Sarah? I didn’t see her here” he looked around hoping to find her.

“uhh no sorry” you were surprised that he hadn’t heard the rumors by now. it was only then you spotted Rafe looking at you as he sat in the middle of the couch with a girl on his lap who looked like she was found on the street.

“Hey, you want some coke” your attention was turned back to Topper who was looking at the coffee table.

“uhh, yea sure” you laugh as he brings you to a spot across from rafe. rafe now death staring you. it was as if his eyes were saying all that you needed to hear. wondering why the fuck you are here let alone walking with kelce.

“I think you are pretty wasted already y/n” Rafe warns as if you dare to hit this line right now. his hand was now covering his mouth looking around as if this was only a comment, not so much as a warning. you only tested him by hitting the line anyways. his eyes stuck on you wanting to throw his whore off of him and take you out of here. it was only till you suggested another line. topper only agreed as he prepared another line for the both of you. Before he could finish rafe sat up throwing the girl off of him as he pulled you away from the group.

“what the fuck man” Topper threw his hands up but Rafe didn’t answer as he pushed you into the bathroom locking the door. your body pushed against the sink as you stood there not knowing what to do.

“what do you think you are doing?” he questioned as if it was obvious.

“having fun” you simply stated.

“you think this is funny?” he questioned getting into your face.

“What part about this is funny rafe?” you shot back with another question.” was it the part where my best friend found me in your bed? because I don’t think that was funny-”

“shut up! shut up!” he cut you off as he grabbed your neck pushing your ass against the counter. “I don’t fucking care about her” he spoke softly his eyes staring down at you. He tried his best not to give in. Trying his best not to kiss you. It only took two more seconds before his lips were pressed against yours. His hands drop from your neck to now pull you closer to him instead of away.

“Rafe” you pleaded as he was pulling your dress up your waist.

“Tell me it was worth it” he begged kissing your neck. His hand playing with your clit. “Tell me” you let out a moan as his eyes were attached to you.

“Rafe, please” you begged. You couldn't be doing this with him right now. Not hear from you at this random party. Not while the drugs were kicking in. While the alcohol was still meaning with your head.

“Tell me right!!” he let a finger slip into you begging for an answer. Not just answer the right one. It didn't take long for you to answer once he stuck another finger inside you letting a moan out in the process.

“It was worth it rafe” you held onto the tops of his shoulder for support as you sat on the counter. His fingers were deep inside you as they worked their way in and out of you. Moans filled the bathroom as people yelled outside the door to get out. Your only response was more moans.

“You like that baby” rafe breathed out on your chest as he sucked on your neck leaving Hickey's.

“Mhmm” you moan as he continues to finger you in the bathroom. Picking up his pace as you clench around his fingers. Your climax ready to hit you like a truck. “Fuck” you bit your lip. The feeling of his fingers fucking you only drew you over the edge.

“Your so fucking wet” his hot breath hit your neck like a warm blanket around you. “Cum for me baby” he begged as he felt your climax hitting the peak. His fingers working faster inside of you.

“Rafe” you held tighter on his shoulders as he worked your climax.

“Right now” he spoke looking up at you as he watched you hit the edge. Cumming all over his fingers.

It only took a second before he pulled his hands out licking them off. Not saying anything as he left the bathroom. Leaving you naked and violated in some random persona bathroom.

What the fuck! You thought. Was this another way of saying he won? That he still had power over me. Something to wave over my face knowing I can't do anything about it.

Fuck that! It wasn't worth it.

#rafe x reader #rafe smut #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron smut #rafe fluff #Outer Banks

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heyy can you recommend me some books for light reading cuz i have so much to study now but i still want to read something for stress relief

hi! these are my favourites for light reading —

intimations by zadie smith: six essays written during early pandemic; it's a short swift take on things happening then, weirdly comforting now

rain in the mountains by ruskin bond: stories and essays about writing, living in the mountains and so on. also check his notes from a small room, which is more about writing; but also, just pick any ruskin bond really

the anthropocene reviewed by john green: essays from the podcast that are about being human at an individual and a larger communal level; really really well done

a man called ove by fredrik backman: about a really grumpy old man that follows him over the course of three weeks and really just builds a character portrait of him. this is light reading because it's wholesome and the sweetest thing really, but it is also not light (for me) because everytime i read backman i just obsessively let the books consume me. anxious people is also same.

good omens by neil gaiman, sir terry pratchett: this is one of the funniest and the most wholesome-est books i've read; follows an angel and a demon working together to stop the apocalypse; they both share one brain cell between them, and i love them for that; also check gaiman's coraline (be warned, it is creepy); and pratchett's small gods

the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy by douglas adams: this is the first part, and i would totally recommend them all; it starts with the earth being demolished to make space for an intergalactic highway, only one human escapes, he hitches a ride on a spaceship nearby; utter chaos of a book (affectionate), also very funny

round ireland with a fridge by tony hawks: it's a travelogue, where hawks takes a trip around the perimeter of ireland with a small fridge after losing a bet; it's absurd and engaging, and wild that this really happened

shadow of the wind by carlos ruiz zafon: it's a very very cool literary mystery/thriller that follows daniel, who works in his father's bookshop and who discovers a book by an author no one seems to have heard of and around whom there are only rumours and more mysteries. he starts digging into the author and his work and, as happens with thrillers, it turns into a lot he doesn't expect

i hope you find something you like!

#anonymous #book recs #booklr #reading #answered

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His Soul's Best Mate (a Dave Parkes and Phil Proctor friendship fic)

I've recently become obsessed with the friendship dynamic between Phil and Dave (the other members of Legz Akimbo) and decided to write this: a fic about platonic soulmates

Two boys sat in a waiting room among several other hopefuls, waiting for a chance to audition for an up-and-coming theatre company called Legz Akimbo

One has his head buried in his audition book, murmuring his lines under his breath and making notes as he went along. If this went well, it could mean breaking through into a tough industry he'd been training for all his life

The other's scrolling through his phone. He doesn't quite know if this is what he wants, but that doesn't mean he isn't up for giving it a good go. Growing bored of Letterboxd, he puts his phone away and glances over at the man next to him. He sees the monologue

"I almost picked that one."

This caused the other man to lift his head in surprise, which quickly changed into a warm smile

"It's one of my favourite plays, you've heard of it?"

"Only thanks to a lot of researching!" Laughed the stranger "I'm not exactly an encyclopedia of theatre knowledge."

"What did you end up choosing?"

"Found a play called One Man, Two Guvnors. Figured I'd give it a shot."

"You're a fan of comedy! I had a feeling."

"Wow, it's that obvious?"

That made them both laugh. In a potentially volatile industry like the theatre, it was nice to meet someone that felt like a human being

"I'm Dave by the way." He extended his hand, a big grin on his face "Dave Parkes."

"Phil Proctor." He shook it

"No way, Proctor?" Dave chuckled in disbelief "Like in The Cruci-"

"Yes," Phil sighed with a smile "just like The Crucible. I guess my destiny was laid out in front of me since birth."

"Better hope you're good then!"

That's when Phil knew he'd found a very good friend

*********************************************

Rehearsals were interesting. And by interesting, Dave meant "his personal hell". Seriously, their new director was more unstable than a dingy boat on a stormy sea! He thought that, overtime, he'd get better. He was yet to be proven right

One evening, Dave was on a video call with Phil for their weekly line-learning session. They figured they'd start early, plus Dave appreciated being able to talk to his friend without Ollie breathing, or rather screaming, down his neck

"Have you worked with Ollie before?" He asked during their post-run through break

"Nah, first time. You?"

"Same here, was just wondering how you were finding it. I mean, Ollie seems to like you-"

"Like me?" Phil laughed a little at that "Funniest thing I've heard all week!"

"But he always brings up that audition you're going to, the one for that radio show?"

"Only because he's pissy about me missing rehearsals!" Phil muttered "Sarcastic git..."

Once Dave heard that, it all started to click. It would explain why Ollie spent so much time talking about it, yet never showed any real interest aside from that

"Right. Sorry, sarcasm gets lost on me." Dave shrugged "Joys of autism, I guess."

As soon as he saw the look of surprise on Phil's face, Dave couldn't help but laugh - he'd forgotten that was part of him he didn't know yet

"I was diagnosed pretty recently, plus I'm really good at hiding. Trying to get better at not doing that."

"Why didn't you say anything? I mean, you don't owe anyone an explanation, but surely you could get additional support-"

"From Ollie? Not a chance! We both know what he'd do:" Dave took his pink-tinted sunglasses from his desk and put them on, imitating Ollie's voice and mannerisms "My name is Ollie Plimsolls, and welcome to my new play entitled Autism Speaks. I have no idea that this is also the name of a crapsack company because I do absolutely no research. Please sit through this agonising performance while these two actors beside me slowly feel their souls decay!"

Phil could hardly breathe from laughing, and Dave was no better as he took his glasses off again. There was something about having someone that shared their irritancy with their director that felt like Spring air

"He really is something, isn't he?"

"I think the word they use is 'crackpot'." Phil said "I'd quit, but I need the experience. Plus, I like doing stuff with you."

"Boo, that's soppy!"

"Dave, don't be a dick!" Phil teased lightly "Speaking of dick, I don't think Ollie will like it if we still don't know our lines by next week, so we should probably go for another run-through."

Dave started to move his hands like Ollie again

"You don't have the whole script memorized after 2 weeks?! What kind of actor are you?!"

"Don't Dave, I'll start laughing again!"

They only made it through a page of the second run-through because Dave kept doing the "Ollie Voice" and Phil couldn't concentrate

*********************************************

4:00...

They'd been there for half an hour...

And Ollie was still ranting

Phil had stopped listening about 10 minutes in... actually, that was a bit generous. He'd probably clocked out by the 5 minute mark. It was Dave's fault, really, for improvising onstage. That was the reason he started laughing. It never happened, Phil was always great at staying in character, people saw it as a challenge, to make him corpse onstage

So far, only Dave had succeeded. And he had a consistent success streak

Of course, Phil wasn't completely innocent. After Dave started it, he had to get him back somehow - besides, they always ended up laughing when they faced each other head-on

They enjoyed it

The kids loved it

Ollie clearly didn't see the funny side

"How hard is it not to laugh onstage? Neither of you are that funny, surely it should be a simple task!"

When Ollie's back was turned, Dave looked at Phil and mouthed you hungry? That earned a silent shhhh from Phil, who was not about to enrage their director anymore - he actually wanted to go home at some point today

"You two are impossible!" Continued the angry blond man, still not looking behind him "You've ruined my production, you've ruined my reputation-"

You ruined my dream journal! Dave mouthed, laughing as Phil tried desperately to hold back his own laughter

"It's like watching a 5 year old throw a fit." Phil murmured, quiet enough that only Dave heard it

"In those silly jumpers, he looks like one too."

"How far could you push him in a pram?"

This time, it was Dave's turn to clamp his hand over his own mouth, trying to avoid any sound coming out

"Odds on 6 meters?"

"No please, I insist!" Barked an irate Ollie "Your turn! Since you're so intent on interrupting everything I do, what is it? Spit it out!"

"Just agreeing with you, Ollie." Phil said quickly, fearing that laughing in his face was a very bad idea

That seemed to set Ollie off on yet another tirade and he started to pace again. For a while, both Dave and Phil were silent. Then Dave turned to face him

"Y'know what this reminds me of?"

"..."

"My neighbour used to have this chihuahua-"

Neither of them could hold it in, and the torrent of angry yapping from Ollie afterwards was completely worth it

*********************************************

"What do you mean 'not well'? You were perfectly fine yesterday!"

"It caught up to me, Ollie, I told you there was a bug going around. Dave went off with it, you'll probably get it next."

"So help me if either of you give me your disease-"

"We should be alright by tomorrow, we can pick things up then."

It took a little (more like a lot) of convincing, but eventually Ollie caved. As soon as he'd hung up, Phil turned to Dave with a confident smile

"That's him off our case for the rest of the day!"

"He really has no idea what day it is," Dave would've been lying if he said he wasn't a little downhearted by that, but it didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things "and he says he cares."

"He's all talk, no action. Or height."

They both laughed, some jokes never got old

"So," Phil took a neatly wrapped parcel from his bag and handed it to him "the celebrating begins!"

Dave took the package and opened it, and his eyes instantly widened. Never did he thing he would be holding a vintage polaroid camera in his hands

"How did you even find this?"

"You'd be surprised what you find in Camden market."

"You actually managed to fend of Tish to get me a gift?"

"Don't even mention her name," Phil groaned "I wanted to go on my own, but you know what she's like. You mention Camden Market and she follows you like a bloodhound."

"I think it's just you." Dave adopted her voice "I just love you gay guys!"

"Right, I'm taking back the camera." Phil teased as he reached for it, only to be swatted away by a laughing Dave

"Get Tish to go with you!"

Managing to avoid Phil's grasping, he pointed the camera in front of both of them and snapped a selfie

"Dave! Fuck's sake!"

"This is going on my fridge!"

"You better not!"

"It is!"

Once the laughter subsided, Dave looked at the developing photo. It was as if, somehow, he'd managed to capture the chaos and joy and everything he liked in their friendship.

Part of him wished more people remembered his birthday, he wouldn't even have minded Ollie giving him a visit!

"Thanks for this, mate. Means a lot."

"You OK, Davey?"

"Yeah, I just..." He looked at the photo, then back at Phil with a smile "I'm fine."

Phil knew that wasn't true, he gave a firm pat on the knee. A silent assurance that, all teasing aside, he was there for him

"I just feel..." David started to alternate between clenching and unclenching his fists and pressing the pads of his fingers to his thumbs, trying to find the words "... just feel a bit invisible sometimes."

"Invisible?"

"Yeah. I mean, Ollie's the main guy: writer, director, producer... all the stuff. You're Phil Proctor, lead in every performance - which you're great at! But... then there's me. Just... Dave."

Phil hated hearing his mate talk about himself like that, especially when his skills were so obvious to him. He picked up Dave's Polaroid camera and held it up

"You," he said with a smile "are Dave Parkes. Future filmmaker and producer."

"Is this you haggling for a role?"

"Well... maybe!" Phil joked, wrapping an arm around Dave's shoulder "But I know that you're gonna make films that put these plays we're doing to shame."

"That's not hard!"

After that day, Dave started to look forward to his birthday again

*********************************************

Dave had been off all day, and he'd have been lying to himself if he said he didn't know why

It meant a lot, that he was the first person Phil told about his new job opportunity, he was filled with pride to think of his best friend finally escaping Legz Akimbo prison

Even so, there was a tiny part of him that wasn't happy about it at all. At first, he assumed it was jealousy. Phil was free to live his life, while he was trapped doing educational plays for kids that didn't care, with a director that seemed to hate his guts

As he sat in his living room, pressing the pads of his fingers against his thumbs in a self-soothing manner, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his phone buzzing. He heard a familiar voice at the end:

"Davy!"

"You alright, Phil? How does it feel to have nearly finished your life sentence?"

"Good. Really good, yeah."

Dave knew Phil well enough to know something wasn't right

"Thought you were meant to be a good actor!" He joked "Now tell me what's really going on."

"Alright, you got me." Phil managed a small chuckle "I'm not ungrateful or anything, trust me - I've wanted out of here since day 3!"

"So what's the problem-"

"Is this a bad idea?"

Out of all the things Phil could've said, Dave wasn't expecting that

"You what?"

"I want to get out, I have for ages, but what's gonna happen after I leave? It'll only be you and Ollie left."

"He spoke to you."

No answer. Not that there needed to be one

"Yeah. He did. Usually, I don't listen so much. But he said all this stuff about how I'm such a "bad friend" for leaving you behind. I know he's just saying it to hurt me, probably doesn't even meant it. But you know how I get."

Dave did. Phil had opening up about the pressure he felt to constantly make the right decision. Theatre was a difficult business, one wrong step and you could fall hard. There were many moments where Phil would need that extra bit of reassurance, just a push in the right direction

Not that he'd always ask for it, that was still tricky for him. But, when he did, Dave was there for him

And, even though he'd have loved to keep seeing his best mate every day at rehearsals, keep making him corpse onstage, and ranting about Ollie and all the other things that they did to keep themselves sane, he knew he had to be there for him here too

"Phil, you've earned this! Don't worry about me, I'm a grown up - especially when you see me stood next to Ollie!" He heard Phil laugh on the other end, which was a good sign in his books "This is about you, mate! You'll do great!"

"It'll be nice to work with a director that doesn't keep trying to lob chairs at me."

"Exactly!"

The conversation started to flow into a number of topics: films they watched recently, the most recent episode of their favourite show, their current (Phil's final) future disaster they were part of thanks to Ollie Plimsolls. Phil's departure almost forgotten until the end of the call

"Showtime next week," he said humourlessly "if it wasn't in front of kids, I'd do it tipsy."

"Not very professional, are you?" Dave teased

"No, but I think I deserve it."

A pause. Dave's fists clenched and unclenched and each finger pressed against his thumb again; with show week happening so close and the fact he wouldn't see his closest friend anymore was eating at him. Come the week after, things wouldn't feel the same. Well, they wouldn't be the same

He didn't realise he wasn't talking until Phil did:

"Odds on Ollie blowing a blood vessel tomorrow?"

Despite himself, Dave laughed

"Very probable, I'll send you a video."

"Davey?"

"Yeah mate?"

"I'll call you next week."

"OK."

Another pause

"Let me know when the ad comes out."

"Promise."

That's how the call ended: with Dave Parkes, alone in his living room, trying not to think about the week after next

Because he was used to the late nights, the rehearsal stresses, the tantrums and the bullying

What he wasn't used to was going about it alone

*********************************************

"Why are you doing this, Dave?"

It was the first time he'd seen any sort of genuine care towards him being shown by Ollie. As if this was the moment he realised that Dave was exhausted. As if he finally felt even the slightest bit of sympathy

Dave looked at him. He wondered if, in another life, they could've actually gotten along. Maybe, if things were different, Legz Akimbo could've really been a trio. Three friends working together, collaborating and supporting each other

But that was a universe lightyears away...

"I just can't stand you, Ollie."

... In this lifetime, they were just too far apart

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Phil! Wait up!"

Upon hearing his name, he turned around, surprised to see Dave running towards him. Phil's shoulder's were grabbed as his best mate caught his breath

"Dave, what happened?"

"I quit!"

"What?" Phil's eyes widened "I mean, that's great but-"

"Remember what you said ages ago? About me being a filmmaker? Well, you were right. I wrote something months ago and I sent it off to Jed Hunter this morning!"

"What did he say?"

Dave's eyes seemed to light up even brighter, his whole face glowed like a lantern about to be launched into the air

"Phil... I'm gonna be a producer."

For a few seconds, Phil was stunned into silence. Then, his arms opened slightly

"Can I-"

His question was answered by Dave pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. That's where they stayed for what felt like a joyful eternity, a buzzing clump of laughter and freedom

"Phil?"

"Yeah?"

"... Odds on you helping me out?"

Phil pulled away, slightly confused, but wth a glimmer of excitement in his eye

"As long as I'm not playing Joseph the carpenter." He joked

"No, but I did write a role with you in mind. Jed said you'll have to audition... but I'm producing, so my say goes-"

"Why are you doing this, Dave? I mean, it's great but.." why me? Was the unspoken part What makes me worthy?

Dave wrapped an arm around Phil and beamed, as if he could see their successful futures right there and then

The struggles, the little achievements, the pushbacks and the pull forwards

He could see the films he'd create, the roles Phil would go on to play, and the awards they both would eventually win - both seperately and for their collaborations

But, right now, he answered Phil's question with the only thing he knew for sure:

"Because you're my best mate, Phil."

#league of gentlemen #the league of gentlemen #dave parkes #phil proctor #ollie plimsolls #legz akimbo

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