#nah he could told he can do whatever so long as he stays the fuck away from his daughter

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Slightly relevant to my previous ask but also not, just remotely related to the concept of "The Banning of the Gremlin".

Suppose Cassie's dad is still in the picture. What if Cassie, surviving the elevator but believing the Mimic's last act (if we're going that route,) and pulling from a past ask where I humored the idea of the cameras in RUIN still having leftover footage of the day SB happened and Cassie salvaging them through the cam stations as well as footage of inside the elevator, she not only tells Roxy but also her dad what Gregory allegedly did?

Her dad, a faztech and likely a reliable Fazbear employee, certainly wouldn't be happy.

Can you imagine him taking all the evidence Cassie brought back up with her and going to Fazbear Entertainment itself to issue an official ban against Gregory, claiming he's a 'destructive child dangerous not only to other children but also to company property' (and all the salvaged footage would help support that claim.)

And I think a company-issued ban would be far wider than the one reinforced by Roxy alone; if the company accepted Cassie's dad's claim in this scenario, chances are Gregory would get completely blacklisted and banned off setting foot in the entire PizzaPlex property (and maybe even other company-owned properties,) and forbidden from approaching the property- which includes Freddy too.

If Vanessa is someone who got Gregory's back after SB, she probably would need to issue a counter claim to prevent or lift the company ban, but unless she has enough proof to present against all the hard evidence of the salvaged footage of Gregory destroying the glamrocks and voicing his betrayal to Cassie in the elevator that Cassie's dad included in his claim, I don't see a very effective counter claim. Either way I can see this putting Vanessa and Cassie's dad at odds with each other as well.

Okay so... Gonna be honest here and say that uhhh. I think including recordings of Gregory's voice dropping Cassie might not be the best thing. For one, Cassie's dad probably has way bigger beef with Fazbear over the murderous robot in the basement that lured his daughter to her almost death, than the kid that wrecked the animatronics. But mostly, that might put a target on his back?? This is a fully grown adult, a Faztech, who knows how the world works, showing up and telling Fazbear Ent that he knows about their killer robot, what it can do, what its done and what Fazbear did to sweep it under the rug, with a pretty good reason to take this to the police and more potently, the media.

I don't like to quote the books too much, but in the shitty Mimic story, one of the guys sent to the warehouse had previous experience with people dying horrible gruesome deaths at Fazbear. I think the intent was to imply that he was sent on this job with his friends as a way of getting rid of him (though I don't think Andrea did a very good job of that at all, this is just a guess) so um. Maybe not his best plan?? Maybe Cassie's dad does go missing, it just happens to be after he stormed into Fazbear HQ and demanded answers from them for what happened to his daughter... I can't see Fazbear taking too kindly to anyone having evidence on them ngl...

It might work without that though! I dunno if he'd risk it or not when Roxy can just bypass restrictions on the Pizzaplex and lock him out for good if she didn't find it more satisfying to mess with him though. Maybe he would! It'd be a hell of a move! I can see Roxy being overjoyed at that one! She'd take such joy in removing him from the Plex herself and waving goodbye to him from the lobby windows lmao

Ooooo hey maybe Roxy could send some of this footage to the higher ups to get Freddy into shit for allowing his fellow expensive animatronics to get damaged? Petty as hell! He's in trouble now! Fucking visits him while he's locked in his room, knocks on the window like "how's it feel Fazfuck?" she's so mean to him

On another note, what if Cassie's dad took Fazbear to court over all the evidence Cassie found with the help of the others and won? What if he's awarded the Pizzaplex and a shit ton of money as compensation? Could have been a settlement or whatever else, but what if he kicked their shit in and now has all the power to make the Plex not a death trap anymore? That could be fun... Absolute hell for him if he loses though...

#fnaf security breach #he who dares and all that #would be a hell of a play #there's no way he could go straight to Fazbear directly though... that'd be so fucking ballsy and likely to make him vanish #buddy needs an army of lawyers... #though... perhaps the Mimic's victim's families would be more than happy to help? #sue their asses!!! #....................... oh this is Meteors. I just remade Meteors. Fuck. #sdfhsdf #Glam Freddy: So what do you have in mind for me now? Should I carry on as normal? #Cassie's dad: Haha... no. I'm transferring you to a different location. #Prototype Freddy: And what about me? What will you do with me now? #Cassie's dad: You can do whatever you wanna do man. You're part of the team! #Glam Freddy: :( #OH the new location for him could just be the Fazplex Towers that are connected to the Pizzaplex via staff tunnels apparently #fucker got added to the Bobbiedots team and stands out just a little bit lmao #nah he could told he can do whatever so long as he stays the fuck away from his daughter #and Freddy just winds up becoming Vanessa's weird Bobbiedot #Freddy: I shall assist you with your household tasks! /doesn't know what a microwave is/ #I bet that goes fantastically well! #amazingly even! #lmao sfdsfdss anyway #I gotta snooze this is just some spitballing #bye!! #pop rox answers

[rottenaero]

Ao3

Part 1

Part 3

Part two to the roommates idea

Whenever the mall ‘burns down’, Eddie is just chilling at home; not doing anything special.

Actually, thats a complete lie. He hadn't seen Steve since he left for his shift the day before, and currently has his band+Wayne scattered in the living room as he paces.

“He may as well be dead, he always calls before staying the night somewhere, and he totally despises that place, so why would he stay after hours?” He comes to a halt infront of Jeff who looks considering. “What?!"

“Maybe, consider, he just forgot to call you." Eddie scoffed, “ ‘Maybe he just forgot’, except you don't know him, Jeff. Steve doesn't forget, tell ‘em Wayne."

Wayne nods from his spot on the lazyboy, “ ‘S true, he'd rather call at 2am than have us worrying.”

Gareth rolls his eyes, “Look Edmund, I get your worried about you boyfriend and all but why did we have to get dragged into this?" He complained, and Eddie began pacing again.

“ Not,my boyfriend, yet, and you’re getting-”

A ringing interrupts him.

The pacing stopped almost as soon as it began, and he darts to the phone. “ Y’hello, it's Eddie talking.” A sharp breath drew from the other end of the line.

“Hey Eds."

Eddie smiled, “Holy shit, Stevie. I thought you died. Wayne and the guys are literally gathered in the living room.” Upon hearing the name, Wayne visibly relaxed, going from hunched over to leaning backwards in seconds.

“Yeah I'm- Well shit not okay but I'm not dead.”In the background there was a noise, barely noticeable but-

“Wait, what? Are those sirens? Are you hurt? What the hell-” Wayne leaned forward again.

“I'm at the mall, there's been, uh, an accident? I don't- they took my keys, I need a ride back home.”

“Who took your keys? Steve you can't just be all ominous and-” The phone line shut off. "Fuck!”

Grant, who hasn't been helpful at all, stood up. "What did he do?”

Eddie groans, running a hand through his greasy hair, “Needs us to pick him up, might be hurt. He's such a- Wayne we're taking my van, you guys coming?”

Turns out the answer is yes.

-

They arrive at the mall five minutes later, mostly because Eddie was driving like a bat outta hell, to every emergency vehicle you can think of, plus thirty more, surrounding the place.

Eddie roles his window down when a cop signals him. “What are you doing over here?"

The metalhead bites his lip, what the hell, “Uh, I'm here to pick up Steve Harrington? He got involved in whatever's happening.”

The cops nods, "Alright, park your vehicle over there, and go get him.”

He does as he's told, a surprising feat showing just how scared he was, because Steve being hurt could mean so many things.

They get out the car, Wayne being the leading man, and head to where the commotion is.

The mall was totally destroyed, a couple kids he didn't know were sitting around, surrounded by their parents, there's a couple teens too, Nancy Wheeler, Johnny Byers, a girl in a sailor costume, and-

Eddie’s heart stopped and he fucking sped forward. “ Holy shit, what the fuck man." Steve looked like hell, understatement of the century but-

His face was bruised and bloody, his hands wrapped in casts, his hair was flat and gross and he was still in his damn sailor costume.

“Hey Munsons, Gareth, Jeff, Grant. It's the whole Scooby gang, or Smurfs, whoever you prefer.” Eddie grabbed his shoulders, and stared him dead in the eye. “ What. The. Fuck. Are you high too?!”

“Just what the hell did you get yourself into. " Wayne said more than asked, shaking his head.

Steve buzzed his lips, his eyebrows furrowed and he brought a hand to them and-

God they were split, and bleeding now. He looked back up at the long haired man infront of him, ignoring Wayne's question-not-question.

“Nah, just recovering from being drugged. Hey this is rivveting conversation and shit, but like, I wanna go home and sleep in your bed, man. Or the couch, or the floor.”

He let out a loud laugh, “Fuck I am not picky right now, I'll even take the back of the van.”

“Christ."

-

They don't talk about it, not after Hellfire goes home, not the next morning, not after Steve heals. They just don't, because the news told them all they need to know, that there was a fire. Eddie just assumed when they said he was drugged, that he meant medically.

(He didn't)

#stranger Things #steddie ficlet #steddie #ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie munson x steve harrington #and they were roommates #oh my god they were roommates #crisisinverted17 #crisisinverted17's roommate au

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Financial Fumbles: Fail to Plan, Plan to Fail – Avoid Debt, Budget Smart, and Secure Your Retirement!

Let’s dive into the ocean of financial challenges. Yep, we’re talking about managing debt, budgeting like a boss, saving for retirement (hello, golden years!), and handling those sneaky unexpected expenses that seem to pop up when you least expect them. First off, let’s tackle the beast known as debt. It’s like that stubborn stain on […]

[sentientcave]

Fuck-ass Mohawk

Contains: Alcohol, smoking (cigarettes and cannabis), Soap being Soap, Ghost being Ghost, uninvited touching, tall fem reader

Short little thing about Johnny liking it a bit when you're a bitch to him (And Ghost likes it too)

868 Words ~ MDNI

You’d rather stay home and play board games, but Laurie had convinced everyone that it was a good night for clubbing. You hated clubs— The noise, the crowds, the smell of sweat and alcohol and hormones— and spent the better part of club nights standing outside chain-smoking, or crammed into a dirty bathroom stall holding back a friend’s hair as she threw up blue curacao because she didn’t listen to you when you told her to eat dinner before going out. Tonight didn’t look like it was going to end up with anyone puking their guts up, at least. Laurie’s flirting with a gorgeous hunk with a devastating smile, and Alex and Hannah are dancing, so you go out the side door into the alley for some fresh air. Or air, anyway, since the alley’s where folks go to smoke. You light a joint, because at least that will dull the effect that the sound is having on your head. It’s getting close to midnight, which at least means the night is almost over, so long as someone doesn’t drag you along to some weirdo’s house. “Hey, wha’s a bonnie thing like ye doin’ out here all alone?” A voice purrs in your ear. You jump, surprised that he could get so close with out you noticing him, especially once you turn and really look at him. He’s huge, not that tall, probably your height when you’re not wearing boots (You have about an inch and a half on him in your shit-kickers), but broad and way more muscled than anyone has any reason to be, wrapped in a too-tight shirt, and smiling at you, bright blue eyes fixed on yours with unnerving intensity. He pats your shoulder. “Didnae mean to scare ye, lass, just wanted to say hello.” You take a big step to the side, establishing a new bubble of personal space without him in it. “Well, hello,” you say dismissively. “Goodbye.” There’s a snort from a few meters away, a big fellow with a kn95 mask dangling on one ear, his hand up in front of his face, a cigarette clamped between his fingers. “Och, dinnae be like tha’, hen.” “Don’t like it?” you ask, glaring at him. “Go away. Plenty of girls in there’ll go for whatever all this is.” A sweeping, unimpressed glance from his boots and ripped jeans up to his stupid mohawk would usually do the trick, but it only made this fellow smile wider. “No’ enough fer ya? I can sweeten tha deal some. The big fella doesnae mind sharin’ a sweet lass with me noo and again. There’s plenty of ye ta go around.” “Johnny,” the big fellow in question says sternly. His mask is back in place, covering the lower half of his face. “Dun’t look like she’s interested.”

“Tha’s where you’re wrong, LT. She just doesna want to admit it. Hen’s got pride. Wants to make me work for it, right lass?” He winks at you. “No. Don’t like your fuck-ass mohawk.” You puff on your joint, keeping your face still while he splutters, indignant. “Fuck-ass mohawk?” he asks. “What do ye mean by tha’?” “I mean it looks like you have a contentious relationship with your father,” you say. Maybe you’re being a bit mean, but it’s always fun to take a cocky fucker down a peg or two. “I don’t fuck with men with daddy issues. Most of ‘em are cops or military lads.” The big guy— LT?— laughs aloud at that while Johnny’s still looking at you with his mouth hanging open. The side door opens, and your friends pile out, Laurie arm in arm with her hunk, and Hannah and Alex clinging to handsome fellows of their own. “There you are,” Laurie says. “We’re going back to Hannah’s. Are you coming?” “Uh. I guess.” Laurie beams at you, and looks up at her hunk. “Kyle, do you need to find your friends?” “Nah. These lads right here.” He gestures at Johnny and LT. with a grin. “Knew Ghost would be out here, and Soap’s always followin’ him around like the big puppy he is.” “Ah’m no’!” You fall into step at the rear of the group. You’ll probably head home rather than join them, but Hannah’s flat is on the way to your own. Johnny and his handler flank you, matching your stride when you slow down or speed up. Annoying. “So what, is the big guy your replacement daddy?” you ask. “Wha— No!” Johnny says hotly. “He’s just my lieutenant.” “Could be your daddy, if you like,” Ghost says, putting a heavy hand on the back of your neck. “Got a thing for caustic little cunts.” “Oh fuck off,” you say, trying to shove his hand off. His grip squeezes a little tighter, and you try to ignore the way that core clenches around nothing. You channel the heat into anger, and dig your nails into his wrist hard. “Don’t fucking touch me.” He grunts, but doesn’t seem all that affected by your claws. “Look at you, ‘issin’ and spittin’ like a puffed up alley cat. S’cute. But save it for later, eh? Don’t want you to tire yourself out too early.”

#cave writing #Ghoap x reader #x reader #MW fic #just a short thing but I'm not sure I'll get around to writing more so I'm posting as is #Maybe someday I will write the second half of this where reader gets sandwiched between two hot military men and has a really good time #But yanno how it is

[webslingingslasher]

blue eyes!! ethan has really pretty blue eyes! with lashes so thick and long it looks like hes got eyeliner on

if he does, he’s got cool blue eyes, not the scary ones that can see through you. the ones that make you feel like you’re swimming.

————

let’s say one night you’re absolutely gob smacked hammered. like, super rare form, slurring words, stumbling when you walk, unable to finish words before you’re giggling and moving to the next topic.

typically you have fun but don’t get this fucked up, so peter does his duty of making sure you’re having fun and staying safe. until he has some shit he can’t get out of and you’re way too drunk to be shuttled to his room without a fight, so he does the next best thing.

“yup, c’mon, trouble.”

wobbly legs, he has his arms out incase your ankle gives and sends you to the floor. “petey, can i have another kiss?” taking a seat when he ushers you to sit, not even aware of the body you’re pressed against.

you clap your hand over your mouth as if it could rewind your words. peter has no reaction, if it annoyed him he didn’t show it.

“hey, look at me.” peter bobs his head until he meets your eyes, “keep looking, trouble. i have to go do something with trent, alright? i’ll be back as soon as i can. ethan’s gonna keep you company.”

suddenly, you realize you’re sitting next to ethan. you gasp and throw your arms around him, he politely pats your back and looks at peter with a ‘what the fuck do i do,’ face. "just let her do whatever she wants.”

“oh, ethan! you’re so super nice, has anyone told you that? also, you think you’re not hot but that makes you hotter. cause like, i know so many people right now that would bang you.”

ethan gives peter a poker face while you rub your cheek into his arm, “peter’s softer though.” then, blinking softly, “where’s peter? i miss him.”

ethan slowly pushes you back with his palm on your forehead, “literally right in front of you. he’s having fun watching this.”

your eyes shine when they find your boy, sure enough he’s looking right at you. a grin when your face lights up at him.

“i’m leaving, stay with ethan, okay? i’ll be right back.”

“kiss first?” you pucker up and reach for him, pushing all your weight into ethan he wheezes behind you. you turn around and give him a stink eye, “peter’s way stronger than you are.” here he is, doing his best friend a favor, and he’s catching strays.

peter steps in to give you a quick kiss, “be good, and don’t bully my best friend.”

you give ethan another hug, "i'm sorry, i didn't mean it. wanna play beer pong?" ethan's not sure what peter meant when he said to keep his eye on you but he can guess it isn't that.

'nah, let's just hang out here. parker will be back soon."

resting your back into his side, he slings his arm over your chest while you wriggle to get comfortable. 'where's peter again?"

"helping trent," he's not buzzed enough for this.

"oh, okay. does he ever talk about me?" you throw your head back and look up, he's blinking down at you, you've never noticed how long his eyelashes were.

"of course he does, he's cr-"

your finger reaches up to run over his eyelid, "you have really nice eyelashes," ethan lowers your hand, "thank you," you raise it right back up and physically feel them, "like, really nice. it's unfair, i have to buy fake ones to look like that. and you wake up and don't appreciate them."

"now i know they're something to envy, i'll start appreciating."

"peter has nice eyelashes too, but yours are nicer."

ethan grins, he loves when you tell him he's better than peter, it drives him up a wall when he brings it up. "oh, really? i'll make sure he knows i outrank him."

"okay, but you have to be nice."

your you look up again, "pretty eyelashes, ethan." he nods his head, "thank you," humming you tap your thumbs on his, "does peter ever talk about me?"

ethan wonders if you'll let him answer this time.

"yeah, of course he does."

it's not enough, "okay, but how?" ethan stutters, "i don't... i don't speak girl so i don't know what that means."

"ugh, does he like, talk about me or is it like, 'oh, yeah, her.' you know?"

ethan doesn't have a fucking clue.

"i don't know, he just says stuff in passing. like, 'i need to get more cereal for her,' or, 'hey, do you think she'd like this?' that kind of stuff."

"so he doesn't talk about me, cool."

peter left you under his watch and he's going to come back to a pissed mess.

"i just said he did!"

"no, ethan. there's a difference between him getting my favorite cereal and telling you he's in love with me."

he can't deal with girlfriends. their way of thinking hurt his brain.

"okay, so you don't want to know if he's talking about you, you want to know if he's told me about his feeling for you."

you grin, "pretty eyelashes make you smarter."

"makes sense, science totally backs that up."

shifting to look at him, "well, has he?"

ethan hates everything about his life in the current moment, "yeah, he likes you." you squeal, scrambling to give him a hug, he's given you no new news, peter's told you that a million times.

"are we still hugging ethan?"

it's the boy that likes you. it's been double confirmed.

you turn all your attention to peter, "peter! ethan has really pretty eyelashes, have you seen them?" he shakes his head, "can't say i have," you wave him in, "look, see how long they are?"

peter squints his eyes while he's looking, he doesn't see what you're talking about but he pretends he does, "so pretty, trouble." peter hold his hands out, it's a silent message of, 'you can get off my friend now' and you gladly take it.

"guess what else ethan told me," you take a moment to smile at peter, your hands clutching his shirt, he's the prettiest person you've ever seen.

"what?"

you kiss his cheek, "he said you told him you like me," giggling like it's a secret. "oh, did he? too bad it's old news, cause i've only told you a thousand times."

"but it came from ethan, so i know it's the truth!"

#peter parker blurb #frat!peter

[heavyhitterheaux]

Who is in My House?

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: you are always going to continue to play with your husband lmao

Synopsis: "He just left, so come over" prank has Jackman in SHAMBLES

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

Deciding that you wanted to play another prank on your husband, you started a group chat with all of the members of PG to get some ideas. You had been throwing ideas back and forth for about a week and a half when everyone agreed upon which one you should do. 

Everyone voted for you to do the “He just left, come over.” text prank that had been floating around Tik Tok and you already knew your husband was probably going to have a mental breakdown or be completely pissed off. 

PG would be going out to lunch, while you stayed home and pretended not to feel well. You knew that Jack would be hesitant to leave you, but you would have to reassure him that you were okay to make this work.

Clay told you that he would text you when they all got to the restaurant so that you would then send the text to Jack.

Everything was a go and you couldn’t wait.

“Baby, are you sure you don’t want me to stay? I don’t like leaving you by yourself if you aren’t feeling that well.” Jack said while pushing your hair up out of your face that had fallen. 

“I promise, I’ll be fine. Just bring me back something. I’ll just probably drink some tea and go to sleep.”

“You’re absolutely positive?”

“Yes, boo bear. I’m okay.”

“I love you and you better say it back this time.” Jack said while eyeing you.

“I love you too, more than anything else in this world.” You answered before laughing as he leaned down to kiss you.

“We shouldn’t be gone long.”

“Take your time, I want you to have fun. If I need you, I’ll text you.”

There was also one other person who was in on the prank and Jack was about to lose his shit when he found out.

No one other than Dua herself.

She was currently on her U.S. tour and she had a show tomorrow night in Atlanta. You quickly sent a text of the details of the prank last night and of course she was in.

About 45 minutes had passed when you received a text from your brother-in-law

Clay- He’s here. Everything is a go.

You- Lmaooooo it’s showtime

You ‘accidentally’ sent Jack a text thinking that someone was coming over to the house and you knew it would send him into a panic.

However, someone really was coming, but he didn’t know that.

You wanted for the prank to be a little different and that Dua would eventually show up.

You- He’s out with the rest of PG, you can come over! I could use the company.

Jack noticed that the notification sound went off alerting him that he had a text from you. He was hoping that you were okay and didn’t need him, but he got a lot more than he bargained for.

Knowing what was happening, Jack’s eyes went wide as PG was trying not to laugh and looking at the menu to distract themselves.

“Uhh, Jack? You okay?”

“Mm hmm.” Jack quickly answered, trying not to make a scene or make a big deal out of it.

“You sure? I mean you’re usually pale as shit, but it seems as if you got ten times paler when you looked down at your phone and read whatever wifey sent you.”

“I…” Jack started to say, but quickly stopped himself.

“What?”

“She was all like ‘I don’t feel good’ earlier and now I see a text saying that I’m out with yall and to come over? If someone is in my fucking house, I’m about to murder them and then I’ll deal with her. I guess she meant to send that to whoever and not me.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing, it might just be Saweetie. I know she said she would be staying in Atlanta for a few days.”

“Nah, the way she worded it made it seem like it was someone else.”

“You worry too much. Y/N doesn’t have eyes for anyone but you. We’ve been wanting to come here for a while so your ass better not get up from this table. You see the way she acted with that Anitta girl and she sees how you acted with Giveon so do you honestly think she would do anything to break your trust?”

“Clay, facetime her right now. She might not answer if it’s from me.”

Clay simply shrugged and did what he was told.

It rang for a few seconds before your bright face came on the screen.

“Is that my favorite Harlow child? Hi, my baby!”

“Hey, Y/N, Jack just asked me to call you to check on you. He told us you weren’t feeling that well.”

“Well aren’t you sweet? That’s why I keep you around.”

“You know we should have gotten married instead.”

Jack rightfully smacked the back of his little brother’s head and all you could do was laugh.

“Ow!”

Clay purposely angled his phone so Jack could see you and took note of another person in the background and Jack’s eyes went wide.

It was so quick, that Jack didn’t really get a good look as to who it was. 

“In another life, my love. I’m fine! I actually feel a little better since drinking the tea.”

Jack immediately snatched Clay’s phone from him and questioned you not wanting to put it off any longer.

“Baby girl.”

“Yes, pookie?”

“First of all in another life, my ass. I have no hesitations to throw your favorite Harlow child off the nearest cliff. And who the… you got someone in my house I don’t know about?”

“What? What are you talking about?” You curiously asked to play along and not try to laugh.

“Mamas, do not fucking play with me. I got that text message you obviously meant to send to someone else.”

“What text? Baby, I’m confused. Are you feeling okay?”

“I will jump through this phone right fucking now. Who the fuck is in my house?”

“Uh? Besides me? Your children. I just finished walking the golden girls. I think Blanche misses you because she curled up next to your pillow.”

“Y/N!!!!!”

“Jackman.”

“Do not get smart with me. I am going to ask you one more time.”

“No one, baby! I’m here by mys…..”

Without warning the facetime call cut off and if Jack was mad before, he was pissed off now. 

“That’s it, I’m kicking both of their asses.” Jack said getting up and grabbing his keys. Clay put one hand on his shoulder to get him to sit back down.

“I didn’t even see anyone else on the call. You feeling okay?”

“How could you not?! They were sitting to the left of her.”

“Jack, is yall house haunted? If it is, I can’t stay there no more. Black people don’t do ghosts. I mean truth be told I know Y/N doesn’t either and if I know anything about ghosts and her, she’ll probably run them off.” Shloob said while taking a sip of his iced tea.

“No, it’s not haunted! There was literally another person there with her!”

“Well, try calling her back.”

Jack then whipped out his phone and proceeded to do so all for it to go to voicemail.

“She cannot be fucking serious right now. I’m getting my shit to go.”

Jack hopped in his jeep and was speeding down the highway to get back to your shared home.

He didn’t even bother parking in the garage and left the car out front before making a beeline to the front door.

Once opened, he walked around to the living room to find you sitting on the floor playing with your two piglets.

You looked up to see Jack and the pissed off look on his face.

“Uh, baby? Why are you back so soon? And where is my food? Look babies, daddy’s home!” You said while looking down at the both of them. They saw Jack and immediately got excited.

Jack was steadily looking around and checking behind the couches as well as in the closets.

“Baby?”

Jack didn’t even bother to answer you as he was continuing on with his search.

“Jackman!”

“Who the fuck you got in here, huh? I’m about to kick their ass right now.”

“Are we still on this? No one, baby. Except me and our tribe of children.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Hmm well okay. Have fun searching.” You replied as you went back to playing with two of your children.

Jack tore up the house from top to bottom looking for someone that he thought had been in the house.

Once he gave up his search, he went downstairs to see you and Dua on the couch talking and laughing.

“Y/N!!! WHY IS SHE IN MY HOUSE?!”

“Correction, our house, baby.”

“Hi to you too, Jack!”

All Jack did was stare at her and give her the evil eye.

“See, I knew you had someone else in here.”

“Babe, Dua just got here five minutes ago.”

“Y/N….. I know what I saw on that facetime call!”

“I told you he was crazy. You should move in with me, now he’s seeing shit. Next thing you know you’ll have to put him in a nursing home.”

“Dua, shut your ass up and move away from my wife! Six feet at all times!”

“Jack!”

“Y/N!”

“Okay since we’re all saying names, I’ll do my own. Dua!”

“Baby girl…..”

“Yes, pookie?”

“Is that... Is that a camera?”

“Oops.”

“DID YOU…. THIS WAS A PRANK! SHE WAS HERE THE WHOLE TIME?!?!”

“UHHH……”

You took off running while Dua was laughing and with Jack following quickly behind you and catching you.

“Now, I know you didn’t think you were going to get far with those short legs of yours did you?”

“Well, it was worth a try.”

“Jack! Since I’m here, let me get a copy of that video!”

“HELL NO!”

“I mean it was better than me asking for your wife to sit on my face.”

“See, now I’m really about to have to beat your ass. You always come over here and act outta pocket.”

“Beat my ass? I’d rather eat hers.”

“DUAAAAA!!!!! AND Y/N STOP LAUGHING!!!”

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y/ninsta: my husband mad at me yall lmaooooo

jackharlow: y/ninsta I’m legally separating from you tomorrow 😐

lilnasx: what happened this time? lmaooo

claybornharlow: lilnasx another prank by wifey 😂

druski2funny: y/ninsta why you stay stressing my man out?!

2forwoyne: seeing him freak out about that text message was TOP TIER

jackharlow: HOLD THE FUCK UP

jackharlow: PG?!? YALL WERE IN ON IT?!

urbanwyatt: jackharlow we may or may not have an entire group chat that the primary reason is to prank you

shloob_: I told her not to do it

quiiso: shloob_ you stay throwing our asses under the bus. you were it on it too

jackharlow: urbanwyatt and to think I call you my best friend

saweetie: y/ninsta give that man a break! that hairline keeps going south because of the stress!

jackharlow: DIAMONTE!!!

saweetie: yes Jack?

jackharlow: saweetie after I get done kicking their asses, you’re next

y/ninsta: much thanks to dualipa lmaooo had my baby looking everywhere for you 😭😭

dualipa: y/ninsta glad to be of service!

jackharlow: dualipa where were you even hiding?!

y/ninsta: jackharlow you never looked in the backyard!

dualipa: jackharlow lemme at the wife and I promise not to do it again

jackharlow: dualipa one of these days, you about to learn to stop playing with me

dualipa: jackharlow so is that a yes?

jackharlow: dualipa it’s a ‘I still have my bb gun and I’ll shoot you’

dualipa: jackharlow you wouldn’t shoot your wife’s friend!

jackharlow: dualipa now, who told you that lie? you can get all this smoke any day of the fucking week and saweetie is next

saweetie: jackharlow now why am I in it?! 

y/ninsta: saweetie that hairline comment lmaooooo

jackharlow: y/ninsta you laughing a little too loud over there for my liking. on your knees.

sza: oh my

y/ninsta: jackharlow DO YOUR WORST

claybornharlow: now I understand urbanwyatt’s pain

jackharlow: y/ninsta but don’t think this makes up for the shit you pulled today. consider this war and watch your back

y/ninsta: jackharlow may the best Harlow win (that’s me) but imma need you to make me cum first

jackharlow: y/ninsta who said that I was about to let you cum?

y/ninsta: jackharlow wait, what? 🤨

jackharlow: and dualipa if you so much as utter a WORD I’ll end you 😡

dualipa: jackharlow 👀

dualipa: y/ninsta I’ll make you cum kbye

jackharlow: DUAAAAAA!!!!

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The fear: Jason Todd x fem!reader part 2

part 1

"I don't understand. Why isn't it working on him?” regardless of Jason’s protest, the second he got Jimmy to safety Dick and Tim took him to the batcave to run some test and assess the damage. Surprisingly, seemingly the toxin did nothing.

“I don’t know” Tim muttered, torn between confusion and curiosity “but it’s disturbing. I believe Crane has been altering the formula and the effects are yet to come.”

“Maybe I’ve just become immune to Scarecrow’s tricks.” Jason was sitting on the nearby chair, arms crossed over his chest, right leg bend and rested on the left, utter annoyance on his face “Will you two just let me the fuck out of here?!” he hissed

“NO!” Dick and Tim said in unison, however, the motives of the answer were slightly different for each of them. While both of them were worried about Jason’s state of mind, Dick didn’t want him to be alone. The oldest Wayne knew exactly what memories could come back due to the fear gas and felt the urge to help Jay through it. On the other side, Tim didn’t want him to suffer if there was something he could do about it. He just needed more time to figure it all out.

“I hate you both. Truly, madly, deeply.” Jason huffed

“Oh, come on, Jaybird, we all know if you wanted to get out you would have already done that. And yet, you’re still here. No one’s keeping you captive.”

“Shut up, Grayson.”

“Nah, I don’t think I will.” Dick smiled

“Don’t you have anything better do to? Anyone else to save?”

“You’re my priority at the moment.” Suddenly the air in the cave got a bit more serious and tense.

“How long do you think this may take?” Jay asked quietly “I got job to do.”

“We’ll cover for you if…..”

“NO! Hell no, I told you to stay away from Crime Alley.”

“If you don’t want to be alone you could have just said so.”

“Shut up, Grayson!”

“Why is it always me who has to witness this?” Tim rolled his eyes, begging whatever bigger entity there was for mercy “Can you two just calm down?”

“NO!” apparently, the sides turned and now it was Dick and Jason yelling in unison at Tim

“I wasn’t really expecting any other answer.”

“I….” Jason exhaled deeply “how long?”

“If my analysis is right ….”

“….. and it’s always right…” Todd mocked

“.. it may take up to 10 hours.”

“Great. That is just freaking great. Anyone up for the board game while we wait?”

***

Now

Tim was right. After 10 hours it all started coming back. Slowly.

At first, it was only the knot in his stomach, origins unknown. Then, his head started spinning and his vision became blurry. Soon, Jay felt surrounded and suffocated by the green fog.

And then it was only worse. Dick and Tim were forced to watch their brother crouch in the corner of the room, his eyes wide in terror, fixed on one point in the space yet blind to everything that was happening as his brain was working against him.

The memories from Ethiopia. The sound of footsteps on the wooden floor. The vicious laugh of a maniac who was attacking a kid. The feeling on crowbar on every part of his body. The smell and metallic taste of blood. He was going to find him again. Joker was going to torture him and kill him again. The story was going to repeat itself. There was literally nowhere to hide. Poor Jason. He hid his face in hands, sobbing quietly, silent begging to just leave him alone.

“I… I don’t want to go back…..”

“Um, should we do something  or…..?”

“What do you suggest we do, Tim? How do we help him without letting him know that we see him in this state? It’s still Jason. Any sign of vulnerability he’s shown may be the cause of another fight. And he’s terrified. I don’t know  about you, but I’d rather avoid it.”

“We can’t just leave him like this.”

“Of course not. But we also cannot help him. There is however one person that can.”

“You surely don’t mean …..”

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

“She won’t like it.” Tim warned

“But she will come. She always answer when needed.” Dick took a few steps forward and squatted next to Jayson. “Jaylad? Hey, I need you to look at me. You’re gonna be fine, all right? I’m calling Y/N”

“What?” for a second Jayson’s sight became a bit more aware “Don’t you dare! I don’t need her here!“

“We both know that is not true.”

“I don’t want her here!”

“Jason….”

“Don’t you dare calling her! I can handle myself. There’s no need to. I don’t want her hurt and he’s coming to get me. I need to keep her safe. I have to keep her safe……” his whole body shook, since it couldn’t process the possibility of the girl getting captured by the Joker and tormented the same way he had been.

“He’s too far gone now.” Tim pointed out “I think we really have to call her for the rescue.”

“Told ya.” Dick was  already dialing the number of his friend “Y/N?”

“Dick? Hey there, boy wonder. It’s been a while.”

“Really? It seems like you never left. We still got your framed picture on the display.”

“Oh, please, after a month? I never thought you to be sentimental, Grayson.”

“Only for you, Y/N….”

“Oh for crying out loud!” Tim hissed and took the phone from his brother “Y/N.”

“Tim? If you’re there than can only mean you have an emergency.”

“I need you to come. We need you to come. Please?”

“Of course. You know you can count on me. Is it Damian or…. Jay?”

“It’s Jason. If you don’t want to….”

“No.” she cut him off instantly, her voice a bit more concerned “What happened in the past stays in the past. I promised you something when I left and I intend to keep that promise. I’m on my way now. See you soon, bats.” The click on the other side indicated that she disconnected.

“Do you think this will work? I mean, given all the history…..”

“The plan’s in motion now. We better hope it works.”

to be continued

part 3

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Why You Should Give Up!

Stuck trying to change the world? This post says focus on yourself instead. Inner peace is the real win. Prioritize what brings you calm, ditch negativity, and set goals. Let go of the past and chase what matters. This “ruthless focus” is freedom to be you. Fight for your dreams and find fulfillment.

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Here is Gone - JayKyle

Jason paused on the threshold for the barest second as he spotted the person sleeping on his couch. A flash of spoiled tenderness cracked across his heart, before he shut it down and shrugged off his jacket. He tossed the reinforced leather at the napping man while continuing through his apartment, heading for the kitchen .

The curse and splutter behind him was enough to drag an exhausted smirk to his lips. “What the fuck are you doing here, Rayner?”

“Hi, Jason. How are you? I’m great, thanks for asking,” Kyle said, sitting up enough to glare at Jason over the back of the couch as he wrestled the jacket off his head.

“Glad to hear it,” Jason said without inflection. He reached up and grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water. “I’m tired, pissed off, and not interested. So, hello and goodbye.”

Kyle’s annoyance shifted to wariness that was softened around the edges by worry. “Okay… you are legit pissed at me.”

Jason downed the water and stared out the kitchen window, able to see the reflection of Kyle in the glare of glass. “Nah,” he said. “I’d have to give a shit about you first to bother being angry. You can show yourself out. I’m going to bed.”

Jason managed two steps towards the hallway before a flash of green lit up his living room and there was a green lantern floating in front of him. He scowled and tilted his head up, meeting steely blue eyes. “Move.”

“No.” Kyle lowered his feet to the ground and crossed his arms, but didn’t dismiss the lantern uniform. “Not until you tell me what’s going on. Why I’m back to getting your fucking attitude problem again.”

“Jesus Christ, nothing is wrong,” Jason said. “We - this -“ Jason motioned between them. “Is not a thing. It was never a thing.”

Kyle nodded once. Slowly. “Right,” he said. “So, I just imagined those months in New York? Don’t get me wrong, I’m a creative guy, but I don’t think even I could make up you not being an asshole.”

“Fuck New York,” Jason said. “I wasn’t the one who left.” His jaw snapped closed so fast his teeth clicked, but the worst was already out, and by the dawning realization on Kyle’s face, Jason knew he couldn’t take it back.

“You’re mad I left?” he asked, voice equal parts confused and incredulous. “You. Of all people? Seriously?”

Jason shook his head and tried to side step Kyle, but the lantern lifted his arm, ring glowing with a tell-tale warning. “No,” Kyle said again. “We’re going to talk about this.”

“There is nothing to talk about,” Jason replied, contemplating the advantages versus the consequences of shooting Rayner. “It’s done. Whatever It was, is done.”

“You left all the time! I left more than once,” Kyle finally snapped. “What made that time any different?”

Jason jaw flexed. Fuck. He didn’t want to say it. Saying it was admitting… something. But he knew Kyle, and Kyle wouldn’t leave it alone until he got an answer. “Because that time you knew you probably weren’t coming back,” he said. “You told me the Guardians were quarantining Earth, which meant you either gave up the ring or you gave up Earth. You made your choice.”

Kyle stared at him. For a long, long moment, that was all he did, and then his head dipped forward and he huffed out a laugh that was more sadness than anything. “I told you, and you didn’t say anything,” he said. “You never - goddammit Jason.”

“Would it have mattered?” Jason shot back. “Would you have stayed if I’d asked?”

Kyle dragged his fingers through his hair and lifted his head to meet Jason’s stare. “You didn’t ask,” he said. “So, I guess we’ll never know.”

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Relax - Saul Goodman x gn!reader

Also avaliable to read on AO3 Pairing: Saul Goodman x gender neutral reader Genre: Fluff, hate-love relationship, hurt/comfort, “almost smut” Warning(s): Description of exhaustion and stress. Cuss words, gender neutral reader with they/them pronouns. Age gap, reader is somewhere in their mid 20’s. Nothing too explicit but kissing. Smutty ending. Words: 1.1K Summary: You work for Walter, and he sends you to Saul to hand him over some files. Exhausted after some long days with lack of sleep, you find comfort in talking to the annoying lawyer English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

“Ah, sweetie, what an honor to see you at my office.”Saul chants, not looking up at you whilst doing paperworks by his desk. You just glare at him, not in the mood for his bullshit today. 

“Saul.”

You reply dryly, him just nodding in reply without even looking at you when approaching the desk holding the files Walter asked you to deliver to the cocky lawyer. You take a seat in the chair across from him, waiting for him to look up. But today, he seems to be in the mood to annoy you. 

“Could you just-”

He holds up a hand to stop you. Offended by his move, you stop talking. After a couple of minutes you’re done with his attitude. You stand up loudly, the chair almost falling in the process. Finally, he looks up. Without thinking twice, you slam the files down his desk, causing the table to shake. He cusses and manages to grab hold of his coffee cup before it falls to the blue carpet floor. 

“What’s your problem, kid?”“My problem? What’s your problem?”The two of you continue nagging each other, and when he raises his voice, so do you. You sink down the chair again after a while, still trembling in anger. 

“Will you PLEASE look at the files?”

Something about the frustration in your voice makes Saul’s face soften. He sighs and grabs the file, bringing out the pile of papers. 

Describing the relationship between you and Saul… Chaotic. You can’t tell if you find him funny or annoying, and the feeling is mutual. 

“What the fuck is this?”

He growls. 

“Don’t ask me! Walter told me to not look at the files, so of course, I did.”

This earns a laugh from Saul.

“Such a rebel… I like that. And don’t worry, that secret is safe with your good pal Saul.”

“...Jeez, never refer to yourself like that again.”

He chuckles and starts reading the papers, and you know it could take him a while. 

He mutters something from time to time, and sighs loudly, clearly annoyed by Walter.

“Should I come back later or wait here?”

He looks you up and down, making you slightly uncomfortable.

“You look tired.”“I am.”

“Well then… Stay. Treat yourself with coffee, play some games on your phone or whatever youngsters do today. Just… Relax.”

“Aight, thank you oldie.”

You taunt him. He replies with something rude, but you don’t really listen. 

You sink into the couch in his office, only now realizing how exhausted you really are. Working in the lab, along with Jesse and Walter - whom you don't get along with - is draining. Gus watching over the three of you doesn’t ease the anxiety.

Saul continues reading and moaning in frustration over the work Walter has left him with. Apart from the lawyers complaining, it’s really quiet in the office. It’s afternoon, and outside, dusk falls. Saul’s office is dark, especially the corner you’re sitting in. You fight to keep your eyes open, but somehow fall asleep…

As you blink your eyes open, confusion washes over you. 

“Mornin’ sweetie”

Seeing Saul sitting next to you on the couch almost makes you jump up. He chuckles at your reaction.

“Calm down, it’s just me.”

“How do you get any work done when you have a couch in the office?”You ask whilst rubbing sleep from your eyes. Truth is, this is one of the best (and only) naps you’ve taken in a while. Saul laughs. “Don’t roast my couch, kiddo.”

“Nah, I would never… How long have I been asleep?”

“10 hours.”

“10 HOURS?!”

You repeat his words and sit up, kicking off the blanket you have no memory of falling asleep with. When you open your phone, you notice it’s 6:20pm, meaning you’ve slept for about two hours.

“Not funny, Saul!” 

You hiss whilst he laughs, clearly entertained by how mad you are. Without realizing it, your eyes burn from holding back tears. Saul’s laughter fades, and an awkward silence fills the room.

“Hey… What’s up, y/n?” His voice is soft and he moves closer to you.

“This is fucking pathetic! I don’t know why I’m crying…”

“When did you last sleep?”

You barely dare to admit that you’ve only slept a couple hours during the last week. Your face says it all.

“Is it Walter?”

“Mhm. I haven’t had a day off in a while. Always something to do at that damn lab.”

“You deserve a rest.”

“I can’t remember when I last got a rest. Apart from passing out on your couch.”

He smiles at you and you realize just how close you are to him. Dangerously close. There’s some sort of tension in the air between the two of you… Before you get the chance to consider it, to think things through or fight the lust, you kiss him. He’s on board directly, pulling you closer to him, almost groaning into your mouth. 

It feels so right, yet so wrong. The kiss gets heated, and suddenly you’re lying down on the couch again, holding onto Saul by his tie as he sinks on top of you. You moan softly as he pulls away and starts kissing your neck whilst his hands move to your waist, pulling your t-shirt. Saul’s lips continue brushing against your skin and the way your body reacts to his touch excites him. Still, you can’t help but look at the clock on the wall, painfully aware that you’ve been away from the lab for way too long now. The last thing you want right now is to get into an argument with Walter, or have Gus react to your absence. But still, being with Saul, having him taking care of you, feels so right… “Hey…”

He notices your absence, and grabs your chin, carefully tilting your head so you look into his blue eyes. 

“Hmmm?”

“Do you want this?”

You take a deep breath. You do want this. But…

“I’ll talk to Walt, ok? Tell him that those fucking files of his took longer then expected, we’ll come up with an excuse for you being away for so long. A white lie.”

You should resist, but something about his touch makes you melt. For the first time in weeks, you feel at ease, thanks to Saul, the same annoying man you thought you disliked. Instead of resisting, you nod. When he smiles at you, you smile back, allowing him to continue.

Fuck it, you need him to continue. 

He continues touching and kissing you, making the anxiety you feel fade away. As he talks to you, he does so in a soft, seductive voice. Leaning close to your ear, he whispers:

“That’s it. Let all that worry go. Let me help you relax. Just… Relax.”

And then his lips move down.

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Make Wishes Come True

🩸Previous Parts Here🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, cursing, hurt/comfort, d/s undertones, fight for control, weapons, mentions of knife play, gun play (seriously it gets weird), threats, teasing, accidental proposals, simulated blowjob (on a gun), needy boys, name calling, fingering, improper use of a weapon, spitting, biting/marking, dirty talk, controlled sex, messy orgasms, piss kink/omorashi, accidental kink play, cum marking, mentions of docking, body worship, foreskin play, joking with each other, happy boys, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: explicit af

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

It was a long ass day getting everyone settled, they'd ordered beds for one of the apartments to house the omegas and made another one into an office for The Doctor. At first Blain had seemed worried he'd be staying with the others but after getting food for them all they took him upstairs, giving him a bedroom across from Tom's. The flat was starting to get cramped and Colson was surprisingly happy about that. He always wanted a big family he just hadn't expected to end up the mother of the group. The title still didn't feel like it fit.

They'd spent so long focused on their people they hadn't even discussed what to do about Megan. It was a constant fear in the back of his mind but by the time night fell he was far too tired to worry about it. That was a Monday Kells problem and it was still thankfully Sunday. At least for a few hours more. “I gave Blain one of the company credit cards and an iPad. Told him to order whatever clothes and shit he wants for his room.” The omega sighed as he came out of his quick shower and found his mate sitting on their bed. Dom smiled up at him and held out his hand.

“Tha's sweet tha’. You sure you ready for ‘is? I mean we bout to be parents anyways but… a teenager?” Dom whispered as he pulled his lover close and took the man's towel to dry his skin for him.

“You mean a second one? You're barely older than him, babe. I'm not worried. Rook was about that age when we took him in.” Col shrugged, sighing happily at the feel of his partner massaging and drying his thighs.

“I feel older. He's just so ‘urt. I don't bloody get ‘ow he ended up ‘ere. I want to ask but I don't want ‘im feeling interrogated.”

“We got this. I'm way more ready to take in a pissed off teenager than pop out a kid. A teenager can defend himself, dude proved that today. I can break our baby just picking it up wrong for fucks sake.” He hadn't voiced a lot of his fears but as always it felt safest in the dark in their room. Dom always reassured him and kept them safe.

“You'll be amazing. You already are.” The Alpha soothed, kissing over Colson's belly after he dried it gently. Thankfully their little one was settled for a while and the omega hoped that meant he could get some real sleep.

“You're not changing your mind are you?” He asked softly, carding his fingers through wild hair. He just needed to keep his mate as close as possible.

“Course not. Jus' felt guilty. Already moved me and Tom into ya flat and now wiv the baby I worried you was jus' saying yes to Blain for me.” Dom rested his chin on the swell of their child. Colson was mostly dry but he kept his hands rubbing knots out of the older man's lower back, his fingers occasionally teasing the top of his ass. He wasn't sure what the mood was so he left the option there.

“Nah. I adopt strays and Tom likes me better anyway. You, however…” The omega teased but the pout his partner gave him was enough to stop him from going further. He could tell when there was a hint of real emotion and the boy obviously needed to feel loved. “You're my family. Full stop.” He tried to mock the Alpha's accent. “So are they and so can he be. I take people in if you haven't noticed.”

“I know. Fank you. You me family too.”

“Duh.” Col teased as he crawled into his mate's lap. With his belly between them it was getting harder but Dom kept him balanced. Their lips met gently as he reached under the killer's shirt, his touch ghosting over the other's skin.

“Should marry yas.” The Alpha purred when Colson pulled off his tee, it was an offhanded thought but one he knew in his heart was right.

“Pfft. You should. I'm fucking awesome.” Kells wasn't really paying attention, not anymore, at least not to the conversation at hand. He'd had a stressful fucking day and he wanted his bitch nude. He wasn't sure what they would do after but that was the first step.

“No Cols- fuck. Alright, never mind.” Dom finally gave up when the older man started pawing at his pants. Both their fingers reached for the buttons and got tangled, making the process even slower. After a moment he huffed softly and swat Col’s hands away which seemed to make the other man even more aggressive. Instead of fighting for his zipper the omega tangled his touch in his psycho's hair and yanked his head back till his throat was a long line to explore with his teeth and tongue. “Shite, it's like tha' is it?” The boy hissed, getting a growl in return. “Can't get out me pants wiv you like tha'.”

Kells grumbled, pushing Dom back onto the bed roughly before crawling off to stand in front of him. “Get them the fuck off then. Hurry. You know you already pissed me off today. Ruined one of my favorite hoodies. Took my kill. I should kick your ass instead of letting you have mine.”

Dominic obeyed his lover but whimpered internally. He'd hoped they'd get to be a little soft together but his mate obviously needed an outlet for the rage that filled him all day and the nervous energy of losing control of a situation. He could be a good bitch though as long as he got to feel loved after. “Wha’ ya want? You talking a lot but not saying nuffin. I'd give you me arse but it ain't like you can use it.”

Col’s eyes went wide. The way his partner back-talked him felt like their first time together. He normally enjoyed Dom pushing back but he still wasn't sure what he needed. “You think I can't fuck you?”

“Not wiv tha' belly in the way. But I fink you got a big mouf for such a pretty lil omega.”

The omega in question had left his gun on the bedside table instead of the safe with all they were going through and in the next moment he was moving to grab for it and turning it on his mate. Of course he wouldn't shoot him but he could still threaten and the way it made his lover look at him always got him wet. “That's fucking it. You think I've got a big mouth? Bitch, have you seen you? Maybe you just say you hate these things because you really like them too much. Is that it? I mean you say you hate Alphas but you're just begging to be topped. Fell in love with me didn't you? Starting to make me wonder here.”

Dom swallowed hard when the weapon’s barrel slid up over his throat to tap against his lips. He arched a brow but opened, teasing his tongue over the cold metal. He trusted his man and he knew it was perfectly clean. Colson felt warmth rush straight to his core at the sight of the boy's lips wrapping around his gun. Sometimes it truly was an extension of himself and he'd never thought it could look so overwhelmingly erotic.

“I could fuck you with it. You'd let me, wouldn't you? You like being my sweet little whore so fucking much you'd bend over and let me shove it up your ass.” He didn't know where the words were coming from and he knew he probably shouldn't say them. When Dom whimpered he knew they were crossing a new line together and they couldn't come back. Not that they'd want to. He pulled the barrel free and pointed it at Dom’s temple before he tossed it back where he picked it up. “But nah, you fucking hate those things.”

Whatever noise Dominic made was barely human but he couldn't swallow it down. The exhilaration of the moment didn't die even when the weapon moved. They'd played around with knives but never really that and while he wasn't really sure of his answer he was glad not to actually need one, with Colson he'd almost always say yes. Whatever had happened it seemed to be over, the omega needed dominance and he had it in spades. “Use me, whatever you need. M’yours.” He vowed, his hands shaking as he pushed off his slacks completely and curled his palm around his aching dick. He was hard before but now he was throbbing- his cockhead shiny with precum and his knot already pulsing, ready for whatever the hell was next.

Kells stood back and watched his good boy squirm for him. He didn't know what he wanted but he was almost scared to touch. Dom was the sociopath but he had self control problems. He'd already backhanded him twice, bit, and shot him, and now he'd threatened his ass with a gun. Literally. He wouldn't kill him but there was a part of him that needed to own him so completely there would never be a question in the killer's mind. The boy had stalked him but sometimes he felt insane in the way he loved him. As if he could devour him. One bite at a time. The Alpha already had a few scars to prove it.

“Did I do summat?”

“No, shut your mouth. I just haven't decided what to do with you yet. Did I say you could speak?”

“No but ya didn't say I couldn't. You know me mouf. Only one way to shut me up.” Dom sighed, flicking his tongue out to wet his plush lips.

“Oh yeah?” The man's voice went raspy. He really loved his mate's mouth. He had to clench his thighs to try and keep his slick from dripping on the floor but he knew it was a lost cause. “I should jack off and make you watch for that.”

“Yeah alright. But wha’ a waste of a good whore.” The normally good boy was being a right bitch and he damn well knew it. He needed to be touched even if it was with a rough hand.

Colson’s eyes flashed gold and narrowed, his lover was trying so hard to push his buttons that it gave him an idea. One that would keep him from worrying about what he might do in the heat of the moment. “You know what? No. You want me so fucking bad? I get to be the doll tonight and you take what you want.”

That stopped Dom in his tracks and he knew his eyes were crimson and wide as a deer's as he stared back at his omega. The man had to know something like that would worry him, it felt too much like being one of the Alpha's he hated. His pulse raced in his chest and sweat broke out over his skin. He accidentally squeezed his own dick too hard and had to let himself go. “Wha’?”

“You heard. Get off the fucking bed.”

Dom stumbled off the mattress and Kells took his place, letting himself spread out and stretch, arching his back just like he knew the boy liked. “Five.” He sighed as he relaxed again, folding his arms under his head and letting his thighs open. “Four.”

“Fuck.”

“You might want to touch me. Three.”

Dominic growled under his breath and fit himself between the man's legs. He waited for the next number to be uttered with a nervous smile on his face. He knew the other understood his plans but it was still something he couldn't pass up.

“Twooh fuck-” He stopped counting when his mate buried two fingers inside his drenched walls. He wouldn't torture his bitch completely but they both knew they needed more. He didn't really even want to start with foreplay, he wanted to be ruined. He wanted to feel like they took a part of each other for keeps.

“Dripping for me. Look at ya. Such a pretty wet cunt.” The Alpha didn't normally dirty talk, he left that up to his more experienced dominant but for once he let himself use his mouth for more than pleasure. “So tight for me. Can't never fuck ya open, can I? Feel like a virgin every bloody time. Sometimes ya do even bleed for me.”

Colson shivered at the darkness in his lover's tone, he wasn't used to him talking like that and the more Dom focused on his core the wetter he felt. Every thrust of his touch squelched.

“Kept me leashed all day, shoved a gun in me mouf, keep bragging bout fucking me but can't. Now ya jus' wanna lie back and get fucked? Fink you deserve tha'? Fink ya pussy tha’ good?” Dom swallowed hard, the scent of Col’s slick was heavy on the back of his tongue and it was starting to hit him; he could do whatever he wanted. Part of him wanted to eat his lover out but he knew that wasn't what they both needed. “Ain't knotting yas. Ya too close.” He huffed, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to his baby mumma's belly. That more than anything seemed to aggravate the man but somehow Colson kept his mouth shut. “I'll fuck you, I'll slip me dick right ‘ere and pound ya pretty cunt until you squirt for me. But right before I pop?” He paused, scissoring open his fingers and slipping them free just to suck them between his lips and lick them clean.

The Alpha moaned around the taste of him and made a filthy show of getting clean. When he finally pulled the digits free it was with a sloppy wet pop. “Right before, Imma pull out and soak you in me cum. Rub it in. Claim all of yas.” Before pulling back he pursed his lips and spit over Col’s pink folds, grinning when he could see him clench.

Dom let himself play, his fingers teasing from his base to his tip where he eased his foreskin over his cockhead and back. He knew it fascinated the other man, sometimes he woke up to Colson’s hand in his shorts just sliding it back and forth. He let himself be vocal, every time something made his nerves tingle he'd moan or whimper. If his mate wanted him to fuck he would.

The first press inside was a fucking joke. Colson knew his bitch was playing with him. The boy kept hold of himself and pushed his tip between Col’s drenched folds and slipped just inside before pulling back out. Kells refused to react, he had to prove he could keep control of at least himself but it was torture not to move. His lip rolled between his teeth and he bit down until he tasted blood. Of course Dom licked up every trace and suckled at the wound like the perfect freak he was but he just kept teasing. The omega would go mad before the kid kept his promise and made him squirt.

“Ready luv?” The Alpha purred, kissing softly against lax lips. The only answer he received was an over dramatic eye roll.

He planted his elbows on either side of Col’s head and inched inside him like he was drilling for oil- Kells supposed it wasn't so different but he knew he could take him hard. Every buck forward he sunk a little deeper, circling his hips as if in a dance. If Colson were talking he'd throw out a few playful insults, ask if the killer was taking up belly dancing. Not that he'd complain. Shit that might actually be hot.

A growl rumbled in Dom's chest, the sound joining the messy wet squelch of his dick fucking deeper and deeper inside Col’s vise like spasming walls. If not for the way his pussy reacted the Alpha wouldn't think he was wanted. He knew Col was messing with him but he needed some noise. Some bloody reaction. Sweat dripped from his hair to the other man's inked chest as their eyes met. That golden stare felt somehow needy and passive at the same time.

When the omega finally felt his lover's plush thighs against his and he knew the other's cock was deep in his guts, something in him relaxed but his need for control still reigned. Dom must have felt the change but misunderstood the reason because his next thrust was rough enough to raise Col’s ass off the bed. Hands pressed under his back as the Alpha molded their bodies together. He was careful around the belly but he obviously needed to feel and be felt in return. His beautiful face buried against the older man's neck and his fangs nipped over Colson's racing pulse. When he swallowed excess saliva he knew the boy had to feel it.

“Feel me? ‘Ow deep am I Cols? Feel me deep in ya? You can fake it all ya want but I can feel ya needy cunt. Ya can't completely ‘ide wha' I do to ya. Never could. I'm the only one who could bring ‘is outta you and I'm the only one who ever will. Every inch of you is mine from the inside-” He paused long enough to slam his cock home, hammering over Col’s spot. “-out. Ya might act like a doll but I can feel ‘ow I drive ya wild. Ya wet as fuck, squeezing me so ‘ard I can barely pull out, and ya pretty dick is making a mess of me skin.”

Colson swallowed again, his eyes blinking fast. He wasn't exactly surprised his virgin boy could be so filthy but the pride was something new and hot. It made him want to present even though he was already getting fucked. It was a war inside him. Did he give in and let his lover win this one time? Dom was obviously desperate for touch. Reaction. To see Col’s desire. Which was more important? His own need for control or his mate?

One long leg wrapped around the Alpha's back while the other planted against the mattress to meet him thrust for thrust. Fingers carded into his hair and kept their faces close and the killer grinned and almost cried. “All for you.” The omega whimpered against his lips. “All yours. Gonna prove it?”

“Fuck yeah.” The Alpha promised, happiness and pleasure warming him from the inside out. It was a strange moment of fighting back tears because his mate was trying to show him how important he was but they were also falling into each other and chasing release. Their lips met until they weren't kissing so much as breathing each other's air and he tried to slow the roll of his body to angle his hips just so. Kells fought against every measured thrust and tried to meet flesh to flesh but Dom knew what he was doing. “Let me make ya feel good.”

Colson tried not to grumble because his boy truly seemed to think he knew the omega's body and for once he was trying to give up and let his bitch lead. It was a fight to make himself still but when he let his focus fall to the way his lover felt, all his nerves seemed alive. The Alpha was gentle but sure, every move had his crown massaging Col’s spot. The fucker was so big and angled so well it felt like he was putting pressure on both his pleasure centers. It didn't help that Dom's stomach kept rubbing over his dick. The killer’s cocksure attitude was right, he was making Kells see heaven.

The coil pulled tighter with every thrust, the pressure building. For once they both fell mostly silent, just their bodies making all the noise. Their panted breaths and racing pulses felt deafening in their ears but Dom rolled his lip between his fangs and worked to make his mate break first. He wouldn't press deeper, he knew if he did he wouldn't be able to stop and though his knot was threatening, he couldn't let them lock together. A soft moan broke free from Col's lips before another. Another.

“T-there-ohfuck!” Dom tried not to smirk as his mate shattered below him, his core clenching tight as he gushed hot and messy. The Alpha never stopped moving, keeping his thrusts exact even when Col trembled and scored the skin of his neck and back.

Colson didn't know what sounds escaped him when his orgasm hit, he was floating too high. He barely noticed as his boy pushed himself up to watch until the pressure release seemed to… switch inside him.

Dominic’s heavy crimson gaze tracked Col’s cock as he came, and when pearly white became a golden stream he arched a brow but didn't stop. He'd never shame his baby mumma for letting go completely and it honestly made his hind brain proud. He'd fucked his omega so good Kells lost control. The man who needed to be so in charge of everything had broken for him. From him. It pushed him even closer to that edge.

“Jus' like tha'. Fuck. So ‘ot Daddy.” He rasped, watching the golden stream wash Col’s tats clean of his spend and drip down to soak himself and darken the sheets below. It tickled his shaft, over his balls, and dripped hot down his thighs. It was never a kink he'd thought about though it was one Colson had mentioned off hand. He hadn't even wondered about it but he found himself fascinated. In a way he felt claimed.

“Yeah?” The omega gasped. The man was fighting back embarrassment but he wouldn't apologize. Not with how his bitch was staring at his piss drenched belly. When he'd offered this up before this wasn't how he thought it would end up but fuck he couldn't say it wasn't hot. The release itself was so intense he wasn't even sure if he was still cumming or it was just aftershocks and pressure relief.

“Fuck yes.” The Alpha couldn't take it anymore, not with the fucked out sight of his mate. He thrust deep once more to soak himself in slick before pulling out and curling his palm around his cock. Kells reached to help, his fingertips teasing his tip but he was so close already it only took a few strokes to spill a mess of white heat over his target. His rapture hit so hard some of it landed on Col’s chest but he couldn't look away from the way it mixed with the other man's piss. His legs shook under him, his arm trembling where he held himself up, but until his dick twitched from overstimulation he kept stripping himself just to watch the sticky mess combine.

When Dom finally couldn't hold himself up anymore he fell next to his lover as they came down together. Both their hands found their way to Col’s belly to do exactly what he vowed. The boy smiled as he caught his breath, his fingers tracking the mess up and over the other's chest, even stopping to tweak his mate's sensitive nipples. Kells rolled on his side and wiped his palm over Dom's pink tinged skin. It wasn't fair that he was the only one filthy.

They didn't need to talk about their possible new kink, they never exactly negotiated so much as explored and discovered what worked between them. Dominic wasn't shaming him but enjoying the mess. It didn't stop the Alpha from boasting a little though and Col was proud of him for it. It was nice to see the normally quiet boy so prideful. “Look wha' I made ya do.” He purred. The smile he gave Kells made his core clench again.

“You and the parasite you gave me laying on my bladder.” Just because he loved the pride didn't mean Colson could let it go without a small playful fight. He'd given up too much control and he wasn't sure if he was okay with it. It terrified him sometimes how safe he felt with his mate.

“Bollocks. I read about it. It ain't jus' the baby. Made ya cum so ‘ard you couldn't stop ya'self.”

Col narrowed his gaze and tried not to laugh. “You read about it, huh? You googling how to get me off?” Nerdy precious fuck.

“Course. Ended up down a ‘ole after trying to find out wha’ the fuck docking were.” Kells flushed hot at his words. Docking was something he'd suggested. His boy's foreskin fascinated him and he wanted to try everything they could together. “So bloody ‘ot.” He sighed again, his palm sliding through the cooling mess on Col’s skin. The omega watched as his jade eyes flashed red again and his pupils started to blow.

“Don't even. It's bedtime.” Kells huffed, not at all surprised when Dom pouted at him. “Don't get it up again, seriously. You have to change the sheets while I rinse off. This mattress was a custom order and I'm not letting it soak in.”

“Why do I gotta change it?” The boy teasingly grumbled as he pushed himself up to help his lover out of bed. Of course he would do it but part of him wanted to sleep in the scents. He was kind of glad Colson would leave him be for a few minutes because he was desperate to roll in it.

When Col was finally standing and looking back from the bathroom door he stuck his tongue out at his bratty boy. “Didn't you cause it? You were just saying ‘look what I made you do’, didn't you mean that? It's your mess, cocky bitch. Clean it up. Then you can meet me in the shower.”

“I fhought it were the parasite’s fault.” The Alpha joked back.

“Yeah well I can't make Punk fix the bed. Don't call our baby a parasite. Fuck is wrong with you?” At Col’s teasing words Dom flipped him off but flopped onto the messy bed and wiggled in the wet spot.

“I saw that.”

“Oi! Bollocks ya did. You ain't seen me wanking the day we met and ya can't see me now.” Dominic held up both middle fingers in the direction of the treated glass wall. You could vaguely make out shadows from the other side but his omega was lying about being able to see exactly what he was doing. Kells just wanted to seem omniscient and it hadn't been hard to figure out what he did that first day since he left a mess on Col’s pillow but the man always tried to bring it up to make a point.

“You're a fucking freak. Get out of the wet spot and clean the fucking bed. If you hurry we can try that thing you looked up.”

“Luv, tha's summat you want. ‘Ow is tha' a reward for me?”

“I didn't say it was, just that I might still be horny.”

The Alpha didn't respond but he laughed to himself as he set to work changing the sheets. He never would have thought that first day that he'd end up having a family with the man let alone being so fucking in love he'd tried to propose. He'd give it time because he knew his lover heard him but eventually he'd ask again in the right way. He didn't mind that they were doing everything backwards, it worked for them. Besides, they had a long ass day and he just wanted to pamper his mate.

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I Will Carry You

One shot! Ray Levine from Stay Close x Reader

You are Ray’s best friend and have been in love with him for years. When Cassie comes back into his life you realize you can’t watch him destroy himself any longer.

I may have gotten a tad carried away.

*NSFW

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I Will Carry You by Ruelle

“So anyway, this arsehole had the gall to expect me to pay for his meal because I wasn't ‘what was advertised,’ you grumbled, taking a swig of your beer. What the fuck does that even mean?”

There was no reply from either of the men at the bar. Both Ray and Fester were completely in a world of their own, even though it was Ray who had suggested you go for a drink after your disastrous date.

"And then I thought that later, I might take off all my clothes and walk down to the boardwalk to go skinny-dipping.”

A chuckle from Fester, but nothing from Ray.

"What's wrong with him?' you whispered.

“Cassie's back.”

You felt a cold chill run down your spine, and your chest tightened like a vice. That was the absolute last thing you had been expecting. Just a few weeks ago Fester had told Ray that Cassie was dead, which ended with you half carrying Ray home, drunk as a skunk and sobbing into the cushions of his couch. The absolute devastation in his voice as he had called out her name had broken your heart. Thankfully he had passed out quickly and as you had laid a blanket over him and left his flat, you cursed the Bitch.

“The fuck do you mean, Cassie's back? I thought she was dead, you told us she was dead.” you hissed, looking over to Ray who was still off in his own little world.

You watched as he swallowed down a whole bottle, swaying on the barstool, barely keeping himself upright. He looked completely defeated, what little wind he’d had in his sails had left him and only a shell of a man was left. He signaled for another drink, the only clue that he still resided in the real world.

“Nah mate, you’re done.”

Ray narrowed his eyes at his friend, trying to intimidate him into giving in. You were honestly surprised he could even see straight, the state he was in.

“Fine then,” he growled. “I’m going home, at least I can get a fucking drink there.”

“You do you mate, I’ll call you an Uber.”

“Whatever.” Ray didn’t even bother to pay before he stumbled out the door.

“Do you think he’ll be alright?” you asked, wondering if you should make sure he got home ok.

“Tonight? Yup, I called the ride thirty minutes ago, it's already waiting out there. Other than that I don’t know, I mean he hasn't been ok for a really long time.”

“And now she’s back to fuck him over some more?”

“She wants nothing to do with him, actually. She’s only come to light now because of Green and those other guys that went missing from Vipers.”

“Isn’t that where she used to dance?” you couldn’t disguise your derision at the mere mention of her.

“Yup, and apparently she’s some kind of soccer mum now, kids, house in the suburbs, fiance and all. Turns out she was only living two towns away all these years. She’s somehow involved with the disappearance of this Stewart fellow from way back, mainly because she was involved with the man.”

“At the same time she was involved with Ray?” you felt sick when Fester nodded.

“Why did you tell him she was dead?”

“Because I wanted him to move the fuck on, I mean look at him. He’s a fucking mess because of what that bitch did to him and he just can’t get past it.”

You couldn’t disagree with his logic, you had seen the mess that was Ray Levine many, many times for yourself.

“Listen love, I’m going to offer you some advice.”

You glared at Fester, knowing what was coming next. You had heard it all before, and you wouldn’t admit to it even now. Denial had been key for the past decade.

“He’s likely never going to see past Cassie, darlin. I know you’re just ‘friends’.” The air quotes pissed you off. “You deserve better than dating assholes while you wait for Ray to get a clue.”

For the first time you really couldn’t fault Fester’s words. While it was 100% true that you and Ray had never been more than friends, it wasn’t for a lack of hoping on your part. Fester had always known, but he was nice enough to never call you out on it, at least until now. Ray, of course, was completely oblivious. With a sigh you paid your tab and Ray’s and turned to leave.

“I’ll give it some serious thought.” you nodded and walked out into the night.

It was the first time you had admitted, in a way, that Fester’s suspicion might be true. You had gotten so good at hiding it that you were certain he had forgotten, but Fester noticed and remembered everything, he would have been brilliant working for MI5, if he wasn’t a self-admitted sloth. But what he really was, to you, was a good man and a true friend.

Deep down you also knew he was right. Ray was never going to move past Cassie, she was an obsession now. You wished she really had died, at least then he might be forced to at least accept that she was never coming back to him. In that situation, at least, you knew that you didn’t have to be the same. You could have a life where you didn’t have the weight of him on your shoulders. It wasn’t as though he would notice either way, you thought bitterly.

Opening the door to your flat you threw your keys on to the kitchen table and flopped down on your couch, screaming into the pillow in frustration. You were smarter than this, always swearing you would never be one of those women you lost themselves over an inaccessible man. It was pathetic, and yet here you were, all your good intentions flying out the window the day you met Ray Levine. Bastard. Even if it wasn’t his fault, you were still angry at him. Sipping on a coffee you thought back to that day when this whole shitshow had started for you.

It had been ten years ago and you had arranged a lesson for a couple of your art students who had expressed an interest in photography. You were familiar with his work then, even having his book on your coffee table, which you flipped through often. His work had been atmospheric and evocative. He was a brilliant photojournalist and when you had found out he was local and taught classes, you had jumped on it. You found him to be an engaging and hands on teacher, responding eagerly to your students and they to him. The shaggy hair, beanie and tattoos you had not been expecting, and they clashed with the images you had seen of him in Iraq. But by the end of the first class the whole grunge rock thing he had going on was growing on you. When he had taken your hand to shake, a tingle had run down your spine and when he flashed that smile you were a goner.

You should have walked away right then. Instead, you booked more classes and once a week you allowed yourself the luxury of watching him at work. He towered over all the students, his presence easily filling the entire space, but he was never really aware. The kids were his only focus during those times, and they ate him up. For your part, you just tried not to react every time he accidentally brushed past you. In those early days you had only seen him in the context of lessons, still seeing only the Pulitzer winning photographer. Glimpses of the man he used to be. You were starry-eyed, giddy as a teenager and half in love with just the idea of him within weeks. So, when you started to talk outside the lessons, it seemed like such a natural progression of things. If you only talked about you, you didn't really notice, at least not for a while. When school was out you simply sat on the boardwalk feeding the gulls and discussing shit like politics and global warming.

Your first glimpse of the real Ray Levine came after a few months of you waiting for him to make a move. Sitting at Festers bar, you and Ray were having a great time and you thought for sure it would be then. He'd had his hand on your knee half the night and kept leaning in to whisper nonsense in your ear. Then in a heartbeat it had all changed. Someone in the bar had called the name 'Cassie' to greet a friend and you had never seen Ray whip around that fast. The brief look of hope in his eyes had baffled you and when he turned back to the bar the Ray you thought you knew was gone. The apologetic look Fester had shot you had said it all.

That night was the first time you had taken drunk Ray home to his couch. When he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to sit beside him a tiny spark of hope had ignited. That spark died as it all spilled out of him, Cassie, Vipers, the missing man. How he had proposed and she had walked away without a word. It was as he put his head on your lap and wept that you realized it was too late. You were already in love with him.

As dawn broke through your kitchen window you decided Fester was right. This had to stop.

For a month you made sure to see Ray only during the weekly lessons. He was distracted and disheveled, barely even noticing you were there. Fester kept you appraised, he'd seen Cassie again, she still had the plastic ring, she had kissed him. You felt sick. Then he was questioned, a suspect. Arrested for murder. He only wanted to see Cassie, it was as if you had never existed. After that, it was easy to make your decision. You applied for a teaching job in Edinburgh, receiving a positive reply within a week.

Ray was innocent of murder, you'd never doubted that for a second, but what he had admitted to had shaken you to the core. The Ray you now knew was a drunk, yes, but he was also the most gentle person you had ever known. The kids over the years had never heard a negative word or a raised voice from him. He had been there with a shoulder to cry on after every bad date, when your sister had died. You called him your gentle giant and he laughed every time.  Not one time had he ever put his hands on you in anger, even when you were drunk and unreasonable. Not even when you slugged him after a particularly dickish dig at your lack of a love life.

You decided to go and see him, to tell him yourself that you were leaving. No way you would walk out on him the way Cassie had, that would be the cruelest thing you could ever do. Just as you wouldn't disappear from his life, you would stay in touch, you just needed space and time to get over him.

The moment he opened the door to his flat and looked at you with so much relief in his eyes, you knew this was going to be harder than you had hoped. He looked like shit, his hair unwashed and straggly, eyes red and swollen, face drawn and pale,  it was as though he had aged ten years since you last saw him. Glancing down at the coffee table, you saw the empty vodka bottle sitting among half empty take-out containers, beer bottles and dirty clothing.

"Are you drunk Ray?"

"Not as drunk as you think." He smiled that lopsided smile you loved so much and put his arms around you for a hug.

For just a moment you let yourself sink into him, taking a deep breath and...

“Christ Ray! You smell like a brewery. you pushed him away, moving to stand in front of the window.

“I'm sorry." he mumbled, looking at you like a puppy you'd just kicked. I'll go get cleaned up, don't go away.”

“I'm not going anywhere, we need to talk.”

You didn't acknowledge the way his shoulders slumped when you spoke, you had to be strong enough to get through this without feeling guilt. It wasn't his fault you felt the way you did, he had never encouraged you after that night. It was all on you and even though you knew you had to do this, you still felt like shit for leaving him. He was a broken man and you would be willing to spend the rest of your life fixing all those broken pieces. That was why you had to go.

Ray came back into the room, freshly showered by the looks of things, looking a little more human than he had. He still took your breath away when you looked at him, even after every way he'd hurt you. Taking a deep breath, you locked the part of you that wanted to stay and fixed him with a stern look.

“How much have you had to drink today?"

"Probably too much." he shrugged.

You stomped into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, not willing to have a proper conversation until he was at least a little sober.

"Are you afraid of me now?? he asked softly, flopping onto the couch, watching you over the rim of his mug.

“Of course not.” You sighed, sitting down beside him.

He looked truly worried.

“Ray. Look me in the eyes.” You waited until he looked up, his blue eyes red, watery and full of uncertainty. “There is no scenario on this planet that could ever make me afraid of you. Understand?”

You cupped his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to look at you when he tried to look away.

“Understand?”

“Yeah.” He whispered.

His skin was rough under your hands, he desperately needed to shave, but then you had always liked him with the scruff. Mainly because you had never seen him any other way. He was still looking at you, almost strangely, his eyes flaring and he made no effort to pull away. In response you gazed at him, subconsciously committing every part of face to memory. You were going to miss him.

He moved before you even had a chance to react, his mouth pressing against yours firmly, hands coming up to tangle in your hair. Before you could tell yourself that this was a very bad idea you leaned in, opening for him with a sigh. Ray was ferocious in his response, hauling you over to straddle his lap, his lips bruising yours, tongue sliding over your teeth.

Electricity coursed through your body, and you ground against him as years of longing came down to this moment. You couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t get close enough to him. You wanted every part of him, ached for his hands on your skin, for your hands on his. He obliged, his arm wrapping around your back so he could flip you beneath him on the couch. Alarm bells started ringing in your ears, but you ignored them, tugging his shirt out of his jeans and sliding your fingers beneath to touch the warm skin of his back.

Ray’s fingers were under your sweater, leaving you shivering as he traced patterns over your skin, wedging his hips between your thighs. Moaning into each other’s mouths you moved together. He was rock hard and you arched up to meet him for every grind of his hips, a low growl escaping his lips.

“Cassie.”

You went still for a moment, not believing what you had just heard. Then it hit you like a bucket of icy water and you shoved him off you with all the force you could muster, leaping from the couch.

“I don’t fucking believe this.” you muttered to yourself, pacing the room.

“What’s happening?” Ray honestly looked confused. “I thought we were having a…thing?”

He gulped as your eyes flashed with anger. You hoped that he couldn’t see past that to the hurt that was cutting you deeply.

“God, you really have no idea, do you?” Tears stung your eyes.

“I don’t, please tell me what’s wrong.”

He looked lost and for a split second you just wanted to hug him. Until his whisper replayed in your head.

“You said her name!” You couldn’t stop the tears now. “Her name, Ray, you were thinking of her when you were with me. I’m some fucking consolation prize that you can pretend is someone else.”

Understanding dawned and he looked horrified.

“It was just a reflex, with everything that’s happened recently, it just popped out. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“That’s horse shit Ray and you know it. You never stop thinking about her, that’s the problem.”

“I don’t! I swear I don’t.” He reached out to you.

“Don’t touch me Ray.” his hands drew back as if you had slapped them. It's bad enough you did it, don’t make it worse by denying it.

He put his hands in his lap, looking contrite.

“How could I have been so stupid?” You wiped at your eyes furiously. “I actually thought…”

Taking a long deep breath you forced yourself to calm down so you could say what you came here to say.

“For ten years Ray, I’ve watched you destroy yourself over that woman and for what? She left you, let you wonder for 17 years! And she didn’t spare you another thought, did she? She just fucked off and got herself a whole new life. You disposed of a human being for that bitch! Then she’s back, and you’re dancing like a puppet again, just the way she wants you to.”

Ray started to protest, but you shut him down with a look.

“You’re doing it now! You can’t see past your own misery to see how she’s manipulated you. She didn’t care about you enough to even check to make sure you were ok, did she? Who was it who dragged your drunk ass home? Night after night, who cleaned you up when you threw up on yourself, helped you to bed? I stayed every time you begged me to, listened while you sobbed for hours about how much you loved her, missed her. She was never here, Ray, never. She never cared. I did! You couldn't see past her, you never saw anyone but her. The woman destroyed your life and you just let her.”

You sucked in a breath, needing to get to the point. He was at least looking at you while you talked.

"Do you even know how I feel about you? Not even an inkling? I love you!

That made him pay attention.

“I never expected you to love me back, never asked anything of you. I realized, when she reappeared, that I would never compete. So I made a decision to leave."

“Wait, what? “

“I'm moving away, Ray. I took a job in Edinburgh, I leave tonight”

'You can't!"

"Yes I can Ray, and I will. I came over today to say goodbye, and so you knew I would never just up and leave you the way she did. Then, for a moment I thought that... But you said her name not mine, and that's broken my heart. So I won't change my mind.”

Taking a step toward him you leaned down, brushing his lips gently.

"I really hope you can let yourself be happy one day, Ray.” You whispered.

Without giving him a chance to respond you turned away and walked out the door.

Later that night and completely sober, Ray sat at the bar and told Fester everything that had happened. If he was expecting a sympathetic ear, he was sorely mistaken.

“I've known for weeks that she was leaving, Ray. You didn't even notice that she hasn't been around?"

"I was a little busy.' Ray muttered.

"Yeah, that's the problem mate. You were always a little busy.”

Ray didn't like the way he was feeling, after so many years of abject misery, guilt was an unwelcome new companion. He knew he'd fucked up, he never should have kissed you in the first place, but he wasn't in his right state of mind. The whole thing with Cassie finally unraveling, the whole fucked up mess had left him feeling vulnerable and more lost than ever. Now he had hurt his friend, and royally screwed up the only good thing he had in his life.

Rubbing his face with his hand, he tried to make sense of it all. He was so tired, fed up and ashamed. “ I honestly had no idea mate.' he sighed. "She never said anything."

“Why would she? You always made it perfectly clear that you only cared about Cassie, it's not like you returned the sentiment. Right?”

That was it there. He didn't know. Admittedly he liked having you around, you were always so comforting. But did he feel anything else? Was he even capable of it? Fuck, he was so confused. He did know that the moment you told him you were leaving, a cold stab of fear had run through his body. The one thing he hadn't thought of at that moment was Cassie. Why he had said her name when he was kissing you, he honestly didn't know.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?"

“That's a conversation that would take all night. But, in a nutshell, you're a self-loathing, obsessive drunk who didn't see what was good for him, even when it was right in front of him.”

"Tell me how you really feel, why don't you?”

"How about this, then? Tell me the first thing that comes to mind, yeah?”

Fester sounded suspiciously like a therapist, but the smile on his face showed just how much he was enjoying Ray's misery.

“What were you thinking when you kissed her?"

"Relief, I guess. I wasn't really thinking.”

“So your immediate subconscious reaction to her telling you she wasn't afraid of you, was to kiss her?"

“Ray shrugged.

“Ok then, your immediate gut reaction when she told you she was leaving? Go!”

Fear, betrayal, loss, agony. His chest had tightened, he'd felt like he couldn't breathe.

"And what about when she said she loved you."

Hope.

“I've really screwed things up, haven't I?” Ray's head was in his hands.

"You called the woman who loves you, by another woman's name while you were making out with her. A woman who, I might add, abandoned you, used you, tried to sell you out for murder, manipulated you and didn't think about you for 17 years.”

“Yeah.”

'Why?”

“I don't know, I feel sick about it.”

"You don't even love Cassie, you know.” Ray's head snapped up. "Think about it, you loved her back then, but for years it hasn't been that at all. You just couldn't separate what you'd had from what you did. Think about it Ray, you destroyed yourself for and because of this woman. Then you go and do this. You need help, mate, professional help.”

Ray wanted to be angry, wanted to defend his love for Cassie, but he couldn't. Deep down he knew Fester was right. It had stopped being love the moment he threw the body in the river. He equated his feelings for Cassie with betrayal, fear, self-loathing and obsession. They had overwhelmed him, especially when he dreamed. He had started drinking so he could sleep without dreaming and from there he had spiraled out of control. He couldn't believe he had missed his own true feelings. Now sober and coming to terms with all that had happened, things were a lot clearer. His feelings for you were so different than he had realized, affection, security, tenderness, warmth. With you there were moments that had been close to happiness. There was heat too, if that morning was anything to go by. He had been completely blind.

"How the hell am I going to fix this?” he sighed.

"Get yourself clean for starters and get some fucking therapy. And only when you are 100% sure that Cassie is cut out of your life forever do you go anywhere near that girl. If you can't do that, then leave her alone and let her get over you.”

Ray had a lot of soul-searching to do.

Six months later.

You unlocked the front door to your flat and managed to get in just before the sky opened up. With the rain came the damp cold and you shivered as you walked through to your bedroom to change. Edinburgh was a beautiful city, but it really did rain a lot. Still, the job made it worthwhile and you really did love it here. Checking your email, you saw a message from Fester and smiled. You made sure you kept him appraised of how you were doing, and he had agreed to never talk about Ray.

The process of getting over him had been a lot harder than you had anticipated. You thought about him every day and your heart didn't ache any less for it. Fester would have told you if there had been any trouble so you knew he was ok. But you missed him, so much it still hurt. You even missed the nights where you dragged him home. It had only mattered to you that you were with him. You guessed that made you pretty pathetic in the eyes of others.

It didn't matter anymore, anyway, you had to move on or you would end up just like Ray.

It was dark early, thunder booming as the rain poured and you started a fire in the fireplace, choosing not to turn on the main lights. Some nights you just needed to brood a bit and try to convince yourself that you would eventually get over Ray Levine.

A knock at the door startled you from your thoughts. Who on earth would be here at this time of the night? Shuffling to the door, you made sure the chain was on before opening the door a crack.

"What the hell?”

Ray stood there, looking nervous, his small umbrella barely keeping him dry.

Stunned at the sight of him you could only stand and gape for a few moments.

“Umm, would it be ok if I came in for a moment?”

His voice startled you back into reality.

“Oh my God! I'm sorry, Ray. Of course you can come in.” Stepping aside, you took off the chain, took his umbrella and closed the front door behind him.

He took off his shoes and coat and stood, silently, looking as awkward as you felt. Motioning him into the living room to sit, you stood in front of the fireplace, waiting. Your heart was hammering in your chest, your hands were shaking. Proof positive that after six months, you were not an iota less in love with him. It was taking everything in you not to jump over and wrap your arms around him.

“Why are you here, Ray?” You made your tone as flat as possible, not wanting him to hear the agitation you were feeling.

He swallowed hard and looked at you with eyes clearer than you had ever seen them.

“I wanted to say I'm sorry.”

You didn't say a word, waiting for him to continue.

“I'm sorry that I hurt you. I honestly didn't mean to, and I have no excuse for it.”

"Ok.” You sighed, sitting down on the coffee table to hide the way your knees were trembling. 'Is that all?”

'No.'" he took a deep breath. “I stopped drinking. Actually I stopped that day. Umm.”

You nodded to let him know you knew exactly what day he meant. Keeping your face an expressionless mask you felt your heart swell with pride that he had taken such a huge step.

“I was fucked up, love, I still am if you want the truth of it. Fester says I'm a work in progress.” he smiled wryly. “But, I've been going to therapy and AA meetings, I… It took you walking away to wake me up to the damage that Cassie had done, and the hurt I caused.”

His fingers were fidgeting with a fray in his jeans, you could see he was struggling with what to say next.

"I didn't realize how important you are to me until you left me. I know it's a fucking cliche and I sound just like any other asshole male.”

You smirked. He wasn't wrong.

He leaned forward, reaching for your hand and looking into your eyes intently.

"I was so caught up in myself that I was blind to everything going on around me, especially you. When I said her name, I wasn't thinking about her, for the first time in years I wasn't. It was a reflex and I'm not making excuses, but that's all it was. I was just so happy that you were still my friend despite everything I did. When I was in that room with Cassie, she looked at me as though I was nothing, she believed I had committed murder for her and she still looked at me like that. It was that moment that I started to realize how completely fucked up everything was. It took a pretty intense talking to from Fester to see what was really there in front of me.”

He paused, searching for the words he needed. You could feel your eyes filling and you blinked before he could see you cry.

“Once I removed my ridiculous obsession with Cassie out of the picture everything was so much clearer. I let it go, it was killing me, and then I started to rebuild. And there you were. You were always there and I was too blind to see it."

His thumb grazed over the back of your hand. You forced yourself to stay still and breathe, needing him to say everything, hope taking hold and blooming in your heart.

'I'm not stupid enough to expect you to forgive me after everything I've done. But I needed you to know, I'm clean and sober, in therapy, starting new work, and I love you. I knew it the moment I realized I was more upset about you leaving than I was about anything to do with Cassie. With her it was all about self-pity, I ruined myself over her. But with you, it felt like someone had taken a vice to my heart, I couldn't breathe and instead of wallowing, all I wanted to do was become the man you deserved.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks unchecked, you could see the truth of his words in his blue eyes. A wry, half smile appeared on his face.

´It's my own fault, I know, All of this. Even when I was at my worst, I never wanted to hurt you, and I'm so sorry that I was. I should have known, why else would you have stayed my friend all these years if you didn't love me? I destroyed all that, and I’ll regret that for the rest of my life, but I won't ever go back to the man I was, I promise you that..."

'Ray?' you interrupted him before he could go on.

You had already forgiven him everything a long time ago. The moment he had said he loved you, you knew you weren’t going to let him go.

"Shit, you're crying! Dammit I never wanted to make you cry.” he sounded angry at himself as he instinctively cupped your face, his thumbs wiping the tears away.

“Stop, Ray.” your fingers wrapped around his wrists. “Please, stop talking.”

Oh God his face was that of a rejected puppy. Pain was etched deeply in his features. You couldn't stand it.

"I need you to listen to me for a moment." you said softly.

His pulse sped up under your fingers and you watched him visibly prepare himself for your rejection.

"You did hurt me, Ray. You called me another woman's name while you were on top of me. I was angry, hurt and sad, when I left. I know that you never intentionally hurt me, I do. You need to know that I understood. I just couldn't watch you slowly kill yourself any longer, because I couldn't help you. And honestly Ray, that broke my heart. Nothing you could have would have stopped me from loving you, nothing. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?”

There was a spark of hope in his eyes when he looked at you and you saw the moment when realization dawned and you smiled softly.

"You love me?'

“Yes. Ray. I do love you, I never stopped. I tried, I really did, but I guess you're a little difficult to get over.” you said, reaching out to run your fingers along his jaw. With a sigh, he leaned into your touch, turning his head until he could press his lips against your palm. You shivered slightly, your breathing turning ragged. Time had only made your want of him stronger and more acute. He dropped to his knees in front of you, hands on either side of where you sat. Your breath caught us he leaned forward, eyes open to rest his forehead against yours. He rubbed his nose against yours, nuzzling your face, his mouth a whisper away from yours, his breath warm on your skin.

"Ray." you whispered his name in a quiet breath.

Time slowed down to a crawl and the rest of the world disappeared until there was nothing that existed but your heart pounding in your ears and the feather-light brush of his lips against yours. Your blood sang in your veins as he tilted his head, his mouth covering yours firmly, his large hands cupping your head to hold you against him. He growled deep in his throat, your name the sound that passed his lips. The sound of it sent a shiver from your scalp to your toes and he took advantage of your sigh to slide his tongue past your lips and against your own. Your arms wrapped tightly around his torso, pulling him closer, parting your legs to accommodate him. You didn't care about breathing, you just never wanted him to stop kissing you. He pulled away and you whimpered at the loss of him, sliding as close to his body as was physically possible.

His eyes, dark now with blown out pupils, took you in, from your heaving breaths, hooded, heavy eyes, to your flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Your fingers moved to tangle in his hair, pulling him back to you, his whispered ‘I love you’,  washing over you as you both dove in. His teeth worried your bottom lip, his tongue smoothing the sting before filling your mouth. Your legs wrapped around his waist, causing you both to hiss as your core pressed against his hardness.

Without taking his mouth off yours, Ray pulled you up to stand, palms sliding down your back to your rear to hold you against him. He carried you as though you were weightless, grunting as each step he took brushed you against his erection. You managed to pull off your jumper while he carried you, tossing it somewhere in the dark. Passing through your bedroom door you reached out to flip on the light, leaning back against the frame and giving him an eyeful of your breasts, covered in nothing, but thin delicate lace. He twitched against you, groaning as he steadied you against the wall. His eyes were fixed on your chest as his fingers traced the outline of your bra, your eyes watching him lick his lips as he slid the straps off your shoulders. Your hands went to the zipper of his red hoodie, opening it so you could slide it and his flannel shirt off his shoulders. Using his hips he pinned you to the wall, freeing his hands to shrug off his garments, pulling his t-shirt off over his head as well. You barely had a moment to take in the view of his broad, muscular chest before he clutched you against him, plundering your mouth with his tongue, his fingers deftly undoing your bra and sliding it off your body.

Gasping into his mouth as your nipples grazed the hair on his chest, you couldn't think straight. All you wanted now was his mouth and hands on you, his cock buried inside you, everything you had ached for, for ten long years. Desperation was rising in you both, his hips rolling between your thighs, your kisses now messy, rough and demanding, your hands touching every available inch of bare skin on one other that you could reach. Hefting you higher, he latched onto you, sucking your nipple into his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue over it, smiling around you as you threw back your head, a cry escaping your throat, a hot sting of pleasure shooting from his mouth to between your thighs where it settled in a wet, throbbing ache. You needed him, now.

'Ray.' you were panting his name as he switched from side to side, alternating between licking, sucking and biting, each sending almost overwhelming pleasure coursing through your blood.

He hummed around you, his hands sliding under your upper thighs, fingers meeting in the middle, tracing over your core through your thin pants. Your fingers tugged on his hair, your body shuddering and jerking, your hips rolling against his touch, wanting more.

"Ray, please.” you gasped as his thumb found your clit and began a frustratingly slow rhythm.

He pulled his mouth off you with a pop, hissing as you tugged a little too hard on his hair. Your head fell forward, his face lifting up so he could kiss you again, his fingers still causing havoc between your legs. You unwrapped your legs from around him, forcing him to let you slide down his body to stand. Biting his lip, your hands moved to impatiently work at his belt buckle, slithering it through the loops of his jeans until it fell with a clunk onto the floor. He grinned against your lips as you made short work of his button and zipper, your palms sliding down his hips pushing his jeans down. Ray wiggled his legs and stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. He growled low in his throat as you reached between you to cup his erection through his boxer briefs. It was his turn to shudder as you stroked him through the cotton, dragging your tongue along his in unison. His hands furiously pulled down your pants and underwear to also be kicked aside, as well as his briefs, a pile of discarded clothing forgotten on the floor. Without breaking your kiss he hoisted you up again, pressing you against the wall, his fingers moving immediately to drag through your wet folds.

You whimpered against his tongue, your own fingers tracing featherlight over his balls feeling them twitch and draw up, his body shivering. He actually cried out, shaking when your hand wrapped around him, stroking his length with just enough speed and pressure to drive him mad. Your thumb dragged through the liquid leaking from the tip of him, the way he rocked his hips against you making you very much look forward to repeating your touches with your mouth later on.

Two long fingers sliding into you made you lose your train of thought as a wave of pure lust took you over. He hissed us your hand tightened around his shaft, making you repeat the gesture with each push of his fingers inside you. You were so close, you could feel your body tightening like a bowstring. He pulled his mouth from yours, pulling back to look down with a groan between your bodies. Doing the same you could see his cock sliding through your fingers, his fingers disappearing between your legs, his thumb sinking between your folds, stroking you.

Ray's breath was hot in your ear, his voice low and rough as he spoke.

"Tell me what you want, what you need right now."

“I want you.” you panted, your body trembling.

"You already have me.” he purred, twisting his fingers, stretching you open.

“God dammit Ray you know what I mean.” you moaned loudly, bearing down on his fingers as he found that magical spot inside you.

To think this man had been hiding  under all that drunken misery. The thought flew through your mind, leaving you wondering for a brief second how the fuck Cassie could have left this man behind.

You arched your back, letting go of him as you jerked, his hand going still.

"I want to hear it, I need to hear it.” he caught your eyes, and beneath the desire burning there you saw the vulnerable Ray, the one who was afraid that you wouldn't want him, just like Cassie hadn't.

You allowed all the love you had for him to shine in your eyes, looking at him as though you needed to memorize every line, every feature of his face, each more beautiful to you than the last. You had never been good about vocalizing during sex, always feeling ridiculously self conscious. But for Ray, you would push through it, even though your cheeks flamed and you found it hard to meet his eyes. You clasped your hands around the back of his neck, grunting in his ear as your muscles clenched around his fingers, his length twitching against your thigh as you whispered hoarsely.

“I've wanted to feel you inside me for ten years, Ray. Please don't make me wait any longer and just fuck me.”

You couldn't believe the words that had come out of your mouth, not that they weren't true, but they certainly had the desired effect. Ray's teeth were on your neck, his fingers sliding out of you, replaced by the heated, blunt head of his cock, bearing down minutely at your entrance.

“Open your eyes and look at me. Please.” he begged, circling his hips, enhancing the desperation you felt for him to just push into you.

You did as he asked, watched his face as his mouth moved around the shape of your name. A strangled whisper as he surged forward, impaling you on his length, the air pushed out your lungs, as his body pinned you against the wall. He was still for a moment, forehead resting against yours as you panted heavily into one another's mouths. He felt almost impossibly large as you stretched around him, your every nerve ending focused solely between your thighs. Your body trembled as you tentatively squeezed yourself around him, drawing a long moan from his lips. His body shook from the effort of holding himself back, one hand gripping your hip tightly, the other on the wall beside your head.

“Ray.” his name was barely a whisper on your lips, but it was enough. With a low, long growl he pulled back, leaving you aching at the loss of him, then with a grunt he filled you again. He felt incredible as he quickly set a ferocious rhythm, you saw stars every time he pounded into you. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails scratching over his back as they grasped for purchase on his sweat- slickened skin. There was only hunger and desperate lust as his body slammed yours against the wall over and over. He grunted with each thrust, rutting like an animal and sending you closer and closer to the edge.

You cried out as he pounded harder, faster, every scrape of his length against your walls sending arrow shots of pleasure from your core, through your body and back again. You could feel your orgasm building, could hear only his grunts and the sound of wet skin slapping as he fucked your harder than anyone ever had before. It was almost too much to handle.

“So close.” you managed, barely able to breathe.

Ray groaned, pulling back far enough to slide his hand between your bodies, the rough pad of his thumb sliding your clit, your body jerking from the added sensation.

“Good girl, let me feel you come around me.”

He growled your name with every thrust of his hips, tilting you slightly so he could sink that little bit deeper inside you. That was all you needed, you felt yourself start to ripple around him as he stilled, your orgasm catching you off guard with its intensity. You felt as though your body had exploded into stardust as burning pleasure radiated through you. The feeling of him steel hard in you, as your muscles clenched, took your breath away. You writhed on him, hips rolling, fucking yourself on him, prolonging your pleasure, his name screamed into the air. There was no chance to come down, his thumb rubbing you kept you flying as he started pounding into you again.

His name was a litany chanted as your head rolled against the wall, pleasure bursting like fireworks  in your blood with every thrust.

“God! I'm almost there. You feel you fucking good, so tight.”  he grunted and groaned, his movements becoming more erratic the closer he got. 

Then with a roar he slammed hard into you, holding you still against him as he twitched and jerked, his whole body shaking as he spilled into you. The knowledge and sensation of him coming inside of you was enough to send you over the edge again, shuddering and gasping as your body clamped around him tightly, causing him to let out a strangled moan as he spurted one last time, your body milking him as you both tried to breathe.

His legs must have given out as you slid down the wall until you were sitting on his thighs, trembling and shaking. Ray's lips moved over your shoulder, gently kissing and nibbling your wet skin. Your arms were wrapped tightly around each other, neither of you wanting to pull away. He whispered endearments as his lips traveled up your neck, telling you he loved you, making sure to speak your name over and over so you knew you were the only one he was thinking of. Then he kissed you with the sweetest kiss you had ever experienced, his tongue barely touching the tip of yours before he pulled it back. Finally, he leaned back enough to look at you, your chest still heaving and red with a flush that traveled all the way to your scalp. He was red from exertion, his eyes full of satisfaction and affection. He looked proud of himself and you figured he had every right to, no man had ever made you come like that. In fact, until this moment and this man, you had been more content with toys than a real man. Ray had just changed all that, you were never going to stop wanting him and your heart soared as your fingers traced the planes of his face and love shone from his eyes.

"I love you, Ray Levine.”

He smiled sweetly, leaning in to kiss you, softly.

You knew you would never leave him again.

#richard armitage #richard armitage fanfiction #stay close #ray levine #ray levine fanfiction #*nsfw

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for trapping my now friends boyfriend in a snowglobe?

Some background information- i (54, m) was working for my now girlfriend T (22 f*) for a while before we got together. I was basically a hired goon. She has some serious trauma related to her ex husband (now very dead. He cant hurt her anymore) and gets flashbacks sometimes because of it. This event happened before we got together.

Anyway i got back from a contest i was forced into for about a week and when i got back to the apartment, she was terrified and having a trauma moment. She had found soem stuff online related to our now mutual friend - then acquaintance - S (27, m) and his boyfriend N (late 50s early 60s- i dont know, hes a little older than me, m) and it scared the shit out of her. Very obviously giving her flashbacks to the ex. She asked me to make sure N was put somewhere he couldn't do anything. At the time, N was turned into a cat about the size of a littlest pet shop, but could still talk.

Now, I've got a bit of beef with N. In the contest i was in, he and i were forced to team up. During that time, he was absolutely insufferable. He kept calling me rafter hooligan and did not even once get my name right. On purpose. Long story short, N annoys the absolute fuck out of me.

When i was going to go pull N out of the dollhouse he'd been locked in, i noticed something on the shelf and it gave me the idea to put him in this empty snowglobe i have. I can manipulate space, so it was no problem.

Anyway whenever i was bored or stressed or whatever i would shake the snowglobe (as one does) or just throw it around. One time i held it over S while he was sleeping just to torment N. Y'know, because he couldn't do anything about it. And I'm petty. Whenever she was having a trauma moment, T would ask me to shake it for her so she could see. Like a comfort thing. So I wasn't just doing this for me.

Granted the other torment stuff was for me, but still.

Later on, S started living in the apartment across the hall from me and T. He and T were friends, but he and i were not. S had something weird going on with his will, so he had to obey any command given to him. I came into the apartment one day, and found S going through all of my stuff and trying to find the snowglobe. I pulled it out of my pocket and told him not to break it. When he listened, I made him explain the will thing to me, and then to test it, i made him kneel. (I know I'm ta for that one- it was fucked up and I'm not doing it again.)

It wasn't until way later, when i had to, that i finally let N out of the snowglobe. T wants him to stay out, but I do use it as a threat (empty, but still. T says she wants him to stay out, so he stays out. I don't work for her anymore, but old habits die hard) . N and T are friends now, but he and I still hate each other. S and I are friends, though. We put the past behind us and started over.

It isn't brought up much anymore, but I still think about it a lot. I don't interact with N if i can help it. So AITA for trapping N in a snowglobe for a few months?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

[pacifymebby]

you're not the only one // chapter three

We didn't say anything when we went back inside, his fingers skimmed mine for a moment and then pulled away to the sanctuary of his pockets as we approached his mates table. 

It was clear to see now that we were all absolutely mortal, I could feel it in the spin of my head, my insides churning with that sparkling intoxication, and I could see it in the rosy cheeks of his friends. 

We were absolutely mashed up and by now one of the only groups left standing. It must have been near closing time as we squished in around the table, Sam slipping me into his lap as if it were the most natural thing in the world. 

I felt his arm snake around my waist, his warmth radiating around me. I'd never felt more comfortable though even then I knew it must have been the alcohol which kept me glowing and smiling, wrapped up in the cosy feeling he filled me with. And when he laughed or smiled I felt like laughing and smiling too. 

By the time we wound up walking home we were leaning against one another, his arm around me as we walked the familiar streets back towards our houses. 

The group thinned, the walk long, fuzzy. 

By the time we got to mine it was only me and Sam left and when we did arrive at mine we found the driveway empty, all the lights off. The door still locked. 

Johnny wasn't home yet. 

It was 4am and Johnny wasn't home yet. 

I hit my lip, hugging my arms around myself and when Sam stepped up behind me, his hand on my arm, he must have seen the tear on my cheek. 

"Fuck sake," I winced, talking quietly to myself, my whisper shaky as I tried not to cry in front of the older lad. Suddenly I was full of despair, no idea what I was going to do now. 

"Looks like your brothers on a mad one an all ey," Sam offered me a grin, his sympathy softening his smile when he saw the panic in my eyes. 

"Wyn it's reet don't look so worried lass, you can stay at mine the night an a'll drop yas back in the mornin... Be reet cmon," he said tucking me under his arm, surprising me when he gave me a hug. 

"Yeah am sorry," I said wiping the tears from my eyes, "am jus tired like, a just really wanted me bed," I said with a soft smile, self depracating. He laughed and rubbed my shoulder. 

"Aw lass," he said chuckling, "what're you like ey," he said, "cmere," he smiled. I thought he was simply going to hug me again but he didn't, instead he lifted me up off my feet, pulling me up into his arms bridal style, his laugh mirroring mine as I looked up at him in shock. 

"Sam you're gan drop me oh my god," 

"Oh aye cause you're dead heavy you.." 

"Nah but you're dead drunk," I giggled but he just shook his head, told me to stay still and I'd be just sound. And I was. 

At first I clung to him, half expecting us to go stumbling into someone front garden, but after awhile as his gentle pace began to lull me and his laughter and my laughter faded, I began to relax, began to drift off to sleep. 

And when we got back to his home he set me down on the floor at the foot of the stairs, made me a brew and sent me off to bed, instructing me to take his room and to borrow whatever I wanted out his draws to sleep in. 

"Well, wait..." I said looking up at him in confusion, "where are you gan sleep..." 

"Settee little bond," he chuckled, "divn't look so horrified like am sure a'll survive," 

We lingered then, lingered a little too long, uncertain and hovering. The two of us looking to eachother for something more. But in the end he just yawned and said goodnight and I turned and walked up the stairs, passing out in his bed too quickly to worry about getting changed. 

✨

I awoke dry mouthed and headachey, I didn't feel sick but I did feel tired. Too tired to be waking up in someone else's bed with very little memory of the night which had lead me there. 

I lay there for awhile, uncomfortable, willing myself to pass back out or just die. I felt dehydrated and shrivelled. My throat was slightly swollen and raw. 

I didn't want to open my eyes. Didn't want to breath because every time I did I could taste that alcoholic decay. 

But I didn't pass out and when I checked my phone I saw a text from Johnny telling me he'd had a text from Sam and that he'd come pick me up just as soon as he felt like he might pass a breathalyser. 

The text was an hour old but i knew what my brother was like and I knew that I'd probably have to wait around another hour or so. 

But I was beginning to feel the anxiety gearing up in my chest, all the paranoid thoughts beginning to form and take root. How long could I stay in this bed before people thought I was rude? But if I went downstairs Sam would be there, and what if his mum and brother were there too. I'd have to sit with them, hungover, enduring conversation, feeling that creeping discomfort closing in from all sides. And they'd see the state of me. 

So I remained lying on my back a little longer, until the urge to piss became too much and i was forced to crawl from Sam's bed and go in search of the bathroom. 

"Fucken hell me heads Killin me like," he said groaning as he pushed himself up from the settee, "did yas sleep alreet?" 

"Mornin little bond," Sam offered me a sympathetic smirk as I reached the bottom of the stairs. He was in his clothes from the night before too and he looked like he felt just as bad as me. 

I wondered whether he could remember anything, whether he remembered any more than me. 

"A think so," I yawned, blushing when he chuckled at me over his shoulder, he was in the kitchen making cups of tea, "thanks for letting me have your bed," 

"ah nae bother that like lass," he grinned, "wouldn't want your brother thinkin a'd neglected his wee sister would a," he grinned returning with a cup of tea for me, one for him too which he held onto as if he thought it would save him. 

"God please tell me youre feelin as rough as me like..." he winced running his hands through his hair, his feet up on the coffee table in front of us. 

I was sitting at the other end of the sofa, a distance between us because I couldn't remember the events of the previous evening. I didn't know I could sit any closer. 

"Aye," I grinned sadly, "a canna remember hardly anything either, am a wreck," I said rubbing my eyes, blowing on my tea to cool it as I slurped a small sip. 

"Really?" he asked, eyebrows raised a little stunned, but he didn't say anything else and just nodded. "Well you didn't do owt embarrassing so don't worry," he grinned trying to tease me then, "reckon a'd remember if you'd done anything bad," 

"Nah don't like not knowing," I said biting my lip, not wanting to tell him why. Not wanting to tell him that my heart was racing, jittering and jumping all over the shop with anxiety. That was a shame because if I had told him that he'd have been able to tell me he felt exactly the same. 

"S'alreet, if you cannae remember a doubt anyone else remembers it either," he said though he looked equally as uncomfortable as me then and when he sipped his tea he was quiet. Didn't say much else after that. 

"Don't judge me like," he chuckled then, "but a watch cartoons when am hungover," he said flicking the channel on the TV over to one which was playing scooby doo. I bit back a laugh, smiling quietly. 

"No i like cartoons," I admitted with a soft, shy smile, hiding away behind my tea cup, torn because Sam was being so nice and this was the most time I'd gotten to spend with him alone, and my childish crush was ecstatic about that. But I was desperate for my brother to turn up and take me home, because I couldn't stand the thought of Sam having to put up with me over staying my welcome, or seeing me hungover and messy. And the anxiety which was suffocating me, making my skin crawl, was making me feel a little sick. 

But Sam just kept watching the TV, laughing every now and then when something stupid happened. I found myself biting back giggles of my own, not wanting him to think I was childish, even though he was the one who had picked scooby doo in the first place. 

I sipped my tea slowly, mostly using the cup to hide my grin whenever something funny happened on the screen and though i wanted to relax, put my feet up on the coffee table and just be chill with Sam, by the time Johnny came to pick me up my chest was tight and my muscles ached with the tension of sitting stiffly against the arm of the sofa. 

"Awe baby sis you look rough," chuckled Johnny, "cannae believe yas were oot all neet you dirty stop out," he teased, flexing the accent to emphasise his point. 

I sat on the stairs tugging my shoes on, blushing and glaring at him until he chuckled, turning to Sam who had opened the door for him.

I wouldn't have wanted to bother the neighbours because I'd have been too anxious and I certainly wouldn't have tried calling anyone back at work. 

"Thanks for letting her stay man," he said, "an lookin after her like," he added glancing back over at me. And i knew what he meant by that. 

If it hadn't been for Sam I would have panicked and sat outside the front door waiting for him all night, crying into my sleeves and catching a chill. 

"Yeah thanks for letting me stay Sam," I said as I stood up, ducking under his arm in the doorway to stand awkwardly by my brother. 

"Anytime lass," he smiled rubbing his eyes again, combing his fingers through his hair though it didn't help, his hair still fell scruffy across his forehead. 

"Reet well, better get this one home before she dies on me," chuckled Bondy, "cannae believe you got me wee sis pissed," 

"F'ckin mortal," Sam mumbled with a smirk, grinning and me as Johnny turned me around and pushed me a step towards his car. 

I couldn't sleep in the car for my nausea but when I got home I crawled to my bed and slept the rest of the day away. Not wanting to be forced to remember the previous night or the awkward morning id spent probably embarrassing myself in front of my crush. And god, if that morning had been bad think of all the opportunities I'd have had to embarass myself the night before. When we were both drunk. 

Sam didn't say he couldn't remember, so whatever I'd done he could probably remember now. 

And as the day dragged into the evening, and then into the night little bits of memory did come back to me. And every time they did I was mortified, my humiliation growing with every fleeting glimmer of memory. 

I remembered sitting in his lap around a table, leaning against him drunk, couldn't remember any of the jokes I'd made or the things I'd said but I felt this creeping dread which led me to believe that they'd been bad. That i should be horrified with myself. 

And I was. 

I remembered everyone dancing to Sweet Caroline, remembered I was dancing and singing along with them, couldn't believe how much of a mess I must have looked. 

It all made me feel sick, my head spinning with regret, my pulse jittery, I was never going to be able to look him in the eye again. I certainly wouldn't be able to speak to him, or survive another car journey home with him. 

But there was no escaping either of those things and I knew it. Johnny preferred it if Sam gave me a lift when he couldn't because it wasn't safe walking back at night alone. Ams I worked with Sam, I'd have to look at him, have to talk to him again. I'd have to spend whole days sith him trapped behind that bar. 

He hadn't said much to me that morning either, he'd been friendly enough but he hadn't said much and after I'd told him I couldn't remember anything he hadn't said anything. Perhaps he could remember something I couldn't. Perhaps he was being kind not remembering. But if he was it still meant he'd never see me the same way again, it still meant I might have humiliated myself in front of him horribly. 

It was a devastating thought and one which left me sick and tense with anxiety for the rest of the weekend so that by the time I turned up to start my next shift the next evening I could barely conceal my shaking. My face grey with broken sleep, my lip bitten to shreds. 

I knew Sam would be on shift thst evening too and I spent the first two hours waiting for him to show with baited breath. Terrified of what he was going to be like with me now when he'd had a sober day to remember all the embarrassing things I might have done. 

But when he got in he shrugged his jacket off and hung it on a peg by the back door, nodded to me with his usual "areet little wyn," and spent the rest of the shift keeping his usual distance. 

We barely spoke, it felt like we spoke less than usual, but I couldn't tell. Every now and then I'd feel his eyes on me but everytime I looked up I'd try to flash him a smile and find he'd already turned to look the other way. 

"Areet Dylan-Wyn, a heard yas were oot on the piss with our Sam the other night, yas suffering?" grinned Robbie, one of our managers, he was only teasing us but when I looked up at Sam I saw his eyes just as uncertain as mine, his own grin awkward and timid too as he grinned. He glanced at me, he looked embarassed and I felt myself blushing, felt myself cringing internally, wishing the floor would swallow me whole. 

"Aye a bit," he admitted, "a don't recover like a used to," said Sam. 

"Wait till you get to be my age," scoffed Robbie, "What about you Dylan bet you're doing just sound ey, you youngens are invincible," 

"A guess am feeling better today," I lied, though I wasn't hungover I still felt the nauseous dread, the post night out cringe. 

I looked back over at Sam but he had already turned away, ducked out back for a cigarette and left me utterly convinced that I'd fucked up. He had looked so embarassed when Robbie was talking to us, I couldn't think of any other reason for that other than that he remembered something I didn't, and it was bad. Very fuckin bad. 

So I didn't say a word for the rest of the shift, tried not to look at him because I knew that if he caught me looking at him it would only make it worse. 

He probably remembered how I'd say in his lap and thought I had a stupid little crush on him. He was probably mortified. 

I felt his eyes on me every now and then but when I got the text from Johnny that he was outside I picked up my jacket and scarpered without even saying goodbye. 

#sam fender imagine #sam fender fanfiction

[doyozen]

ROOM 37. haechan

part 2. 5.5k words

playlist here

in which she falls for the guitarist next door.

ft. jeno, renjun, jaemin, yangyang, xiaojun, kun, soobin, winter, yeji

genre enemies to lovers, band au

warning contains drinking, smoking, mature content, haechan is an asshole at first

❝that attitude of yours is awful,

lee haechan. i don't care how

hot you are.❞

❝you think i'm hot? how sweet.❞

"open up." the sound of an exaggerated deep voice of youngmis brother was heard from the other side of the door. the girl who sat on the couch, eating ice cream and watching a movie practically jumped 10 feet into the air at him banging on the door beforehand.

she rolled her eyes, getting up and heading to the door before swinging it open. she didn't even get a chance to say anything as the twin pushed passed her and strutted into the apartment like he owned the place.

"why are you here?" youngmi asked, not wanting to deal with him at that moment.

"obviously i had to see the place for myself," he replied, plopping onto the couch with a sigh, "a bit underwhelming, but i'm not mad at it."

"buy your own house, then you can comment on mine as much as you want." the girl warned, sitting down next to him.

unlike his two sisters, yejun had no plans to move out of his moms house anytime soon. she never urged her kids to do anything, including getting their own place, but she was never mad when they decided it was time to leave or if they wanted to stay. so, yejun took it as an opportunity to stay as long as he pleased.

"nah, i'll probably just move in here," he joked, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and placing his hands behind his head comfortably.

youngmi snickered, "yeah fucking right. you ever get kicked out, you'll either be on the streets or living with youngja."

yejun gasped dramatically. "wow! aren't you just such a good sister?"

"no that was too generous, youngja wouldn't let you stay with her either."

the boy shoved his twins head gently with the palm of his hand. "i like living with mom, anyways."

the pair watched whatever movie was displayed on the tv, mostly in comfortable silence with occasional side conversation about something random in their lives they'd forgotten to tell the other. the three siblings were easily best friends and told each other anything and everything, as their childhood wasn't great and the twins had to rely on youngja too much anyways.

"do you hear that?" yejun asked abruptly, reaching forward to the remote to pause the tv.

the confusion on youngmis face soon turned to irritation when she could hear the faint sound of muffled music playing through the wall. at least today he was nice enough to keep it quieter than usual. youngmi snatched the remote back with a huff and pressed play on the movie. "that's the guy next door, he does that."

"want me to go say something to the dude?" the other replied, hands on the couch ready to pounce up. yejun was a troubled kid who got into way more fights than he'd like to admit, and although he's matured mostly since then, he'll still take up any opportunity to punch someone.

the girl shook her head quickly. "no, no, sit down."

"why are you so fucking nice? that shit would piss me off, you should go say something."

despite the two looking identical, they were polar opposites. youngmi was a quiet, calm person. though she never took shit from anyone, she'd much prefer to just stay out of drama and things she could simply just avoid. yejun was not that person at all.

"it's not that it bothers me that bad to have to say something. if it does as time goes on, then i will." that was likely a lie. she had no intent on ever saying a word, especially after the encounter she had with him just the day before.

the taller decided he didn't care enough to carry the conversation as they went back to watching the movie in silence. they got immersed in the comedy film displayed and youngmi hadn't heard her phone buzzing until she looked over to see countless messages from none other than the girl she knew as sunny.

"leave," she said after reading through each message.

yejuns head perked up. "hm?"

"leave. i'm going out with a friend." the girl gushed, jumping up from her seat and running to the bathroom as she took her hair out of the knotted bun.

"you're just gonna kick me out?" the other shouted.

"yes! get out!"

she could hear a chuckle of disbelief from her twin as he quickly yelled a goodbye before leaving. youngmi brushed her hair as fast as she could, seething in pain at her scalp being yanked at but didn't stop until she was done. once hardly satisfied with her hair, realizing it wouldn't get any better, she moved to her bedroom and snatched pieces of random clothing items from her closet to throw on.

her pants were halfway on when she heard a knock from the door, immediately knowing it was sunny. "shit." she buttoned and zipped her jeans and smoothed out the t-shirt she threw on, running fingers through her hair to make it look like actually did something. she glanced at her makeup bag before deciding she'd rather not fuck up her face by rushing, and went bare-faced.

youngmi opened the door breathless and even a little dizzy, but sunny seemed to not have noticed her slightly panicked state when she looked up with a huge smile and practically dragged youngmi out of her place.

"i'm so glad you were free, i wasn't kidding when i said i like you. you drink, right?"

youngmi, who barely had time to process what was even going on, nodded eagerly. actually, she wasn't a big drinker at all. she hated the taste of alcohol and hated herself under the infuence even more.

before she knew it they were outside in front of an uber, sunny opening the door for youngmi as they stepped inside. "are you good with going out to a bar with some friends? you'll love them, i promise."

"yeah, of course," the girl reassured.

youngmi stepped into the bar with sunny with sweaty palms and a heavy chest. she started out quiet around the people she didn't know, but that soon changed when she started getting alcohol in her system.

it's not that they were pressuring her into drinking whatsoever. she was more so pressuring herself and wanting to seem cool by drinking more than she knew she could handle, and since these people have never seen her drunk themselves, they didn't know better than to encourage it.

youngmi learned that the five were inseperable in highshool, and it carried out in their early adult years. she could tell easily by the way they interacted and cracked endless inside jokes that she didn't understand, but was grateful they tried to fill her in on what it meant.

"are you okay?" sunny laughed loudly, watching as youngmi sunk into her seat with a goofy smile on her face.

youngmi nodded, humming. "i'm great."

it was easy to say the friends were loving it. she learned their names were eric, soobin, yeji, and winter who was a year younger than the rest. drunk youngmi found it hilarious how she and sunny were named after a season and the weather you'd describe in the summertime.

"it suits you, you know? like yeah. she's definitely a winter." she smiled, leaning her elbow on the table with a grin not leaving her face.

winter and yeji leaned into each other in fits of laughter. "she's so cute."

"okay, it's getting late and i have work in the morning." sunny announced once everyone had calmed down, them nodding in agreement feeling as if they'd also drank enough and it was time to go home.

"you ready?" she asked youngmi, but the girl was already sitting up from her seat.

the group said their goodbyes and made sure everyone was getting home safely, soobin being the designated driver for the other three and even offered sunny and youngmi a ride home, the two politely declining before she called another uber.

the girl could hardly stay awake in the ride, the bumps in the road making her feel slightly nauseous and got worried she was about to projectile vomit. luckily, she didn't and made it home safely.

"byeeee," she sang to sunny as she stepped out of the uber, the taller girl waving goodbye and still giggling at how funny youngmi was while drunk.

"goodnight!"

her legs trotted into the apartment building, the main floor being fully empty as it was already late in the night. the lights were dim and youngmis vision was still a bit blurry, as she found herself drunkenly and carefully stepping through the halls and into the elevator. her head felt like it was getting heavier and heavier and she kept having to stop herself from leaning into the walls and falling asleep standing up.

eyes barely open, she stepped out of the now open elevator doors and pulled her keys from her pocket and attempted to shove the key into the keyhole aimlessly.

"what the fuck?" she mumbled when the key wouldn't push inside, quickly growing irritated.

after trying another countless amount of times, she threw her head back in frustration before the sound of someone clearing their throat just next to her caused her to jump out of her skin.

"wrong room."

youngmi almost couldn't recognize the voice, but she didn't have to turn around to know who was standing there. still, her heart dropped right to her stomach as she lifted her head to see she was standing in front of the room numbered 37 instead of 38. "fuck."

haechan couldn't help a small smirk appearing at the corners of his mouth as he watched youngmi take a walk of shame to her door, noticing how her cheeks appeared to be red and her walk was stumbled. "are you drunk?"

"why do you care?" she muttered, holding the key to the now correct keyhole.

haechans eyebrows raised in shock, but not saying anything and watched even longer as youngmi continuously missed the key in the right spot. she fiddled with it over and over again, but just couldn't seem to get it right.

the boy grew annoyed and huffed lightly, reaching out to grab the key from her hands. "let me do it."

she quickly snatched her hand away before he could do so. "i got it. i got it."

the now raised eyebrow expression from the boy next door turned into a frown of utter confusion as he pulled his hands away and sucked his teeth. "whatever."

although youngmi definitely started it this time, she felt even more annoyed with haechan when she heard him unlock the door to his own apartment and slam it back shut. she thought, how rude and disrespectful is it to play music loud enough for the entire hallway hear, then get mad when someone gives him the same energy? tsk.

"douche," she whispered as she finally managed open the door to her place and get inside. it was definitely the alcohol talking at this point. maybe he was just having a bad day the first time she came face to face with him, and now she was suddenly feeling bad for-

no. he was rude first and she was simply returning the favor.

right?

youngmis arm flopped over to her bedside table, snatching her phone from it and opened her eyes halfway to see where the sound was coming from. she huffed loudly at yangyangs name displayed on her screen, not wanting to answer but knew he wouldn't leave her alone until she did. so, she pressed the green button and put the phone up to her ear.

"hello?" she mumbled into her phone with a groggy voice.

"where the fuck are you?" the boy cursed on the other line.

youngmi groaned quietly, slightly pulling the device away from her ear. "stop yelling, my head hurts."

"bitch, you're late for work and you know how much i hate being here alone."

"hm?" still dazed and confused, the girl took a minute to process what she'd just heard before her eyes shot open and she groaned again, this time louder and more at herself than yangyang. "i slept in on accident, sorry. i'll be there soon."

not giving him a chance to respond, youngmi jumped from her bed with the clothes from the night before still on her body as she ran to the bathroom. this is exactly what i get for drinking more than i can handle.

the toothpaste almost missed her toothbrush as she brought it up to her mouth and scrubbed her teeth like her life depended on it. sure she wouldn't be as late to work, but now at the cost of gum disease. she quickly finished up her routine and was out the door on her way to work before she could even blink.

as she pulled up to the record store, yangyang seemed to have been glaring out the window with a slight headshake at the sight of her. he looked pissed but youngmi couldn't help but laugh at the dramatic reaction from him of her. her car keys dangled over her finger as she entered the place, cool air hugging her immediately over her bare legs barely covered by black shorts.

"you look like literal death." yangyang commented. "kun has no idea you're late by the way, you're welcome!"

youngmi sent a playful smile his way and ruffled his hair. "thank you!" as the boy went back to check out where he was supposed to be.

a huff left youngmis lips as she looked around the store for costumers to help when a somewhat familiar face came into sight. soobin, she thought, the same guy she was introduced to literally the night prior. she was still a little embarrassed about her behavior, so she got ready to twist around and pretend like she didn't see him, but he managed to spot her before she could.

a cute smile fell on his face and he lifted his hand with a small wave to greet her. not the girl definitely couldn't avoid him, so she thought to be polite and walk up to him herself. "soobin, right?"

"yeah, do you come here a lot?" he asked.

"i work here! so... yeah, i do." youngmi laughed awkwardly as her hand found its way onto her nape as a nervous habit.

soobins face fell into realization, "ah, okay. even better. this is literally my first time coming here, and even buying records, so i really have no idea what i'm doing."

the shorter nodded and glanced at the record in his hand. "well, you seem to be getting the hang of it already. prince, you listen to him a lot?"

"yeah! honestly i don't know much about music, and i wanna get into it more so i figured this was the best way to start. i liked him a lot as a kid."

"i wasn't big on him but he's incredible. i would've never guessed you're a prince kind of guy."

soobin chuckled lightly, "i've heard that a lot."

"i have to get back to work, so just take that up front. if you want, i can put away a pile of bands and stuff i think you'll like for next time you come back?" this was too generous. youngmis job was mainly to help people find what their looking for, so maybe this was her attempt at flirting.

the boys eyes lit up. "really? yes, definitely. i would love that, thank you."

youngmi nodded before walking away to another costumer who looked even more lost than soobin. it was only her second time speaking to the boy, but she couldn't stop thinking about the interaction for the rest of her shift. was it his laugh? his eyes? his hair?

later that night she sat on a facetime call with sunny while she ate dinner and sunny painted her nails. she was quickly learning that sunny is one of the easiest people to talk to about anything, and they never seemed to run out of things to talk about. "so... is soobin like, single? by any chance?"

sunny gasped lightly as her eyebrows perked up, her eyes moving from her hand to the camera on her phone. "someones hot for soobin."

youngmi laughed, "no like, he seems super sweet and i don't know. he's fully my type. literally everything about him."

"he's single, babe. he is genuinely the sweetest guy ever, i'm glad you're going for him rather than eric."

"really? why?"

"one word. whore."

the two laughed together as youngmi chewed the food on her plate and sat in comfortable silence. after the sigh of a full stomach, she got ready to tell sunny she was gonna get ready for bed but the usual sound of haechans guitar broke the silence before she could.

she fought back a groan and didn't think sunny could hear it, but her head shot up again and she broke out into laughter. "holy shit. tell me that isn't who i think it is."

"mhm," the other hummed, "it's exactly who you think it is."

"you have full permission to go over there and beat his ass, i had to live with that for years so i know how fucking annoying it can be."

youngmi shook her head with a smile that hid her seethed teeth. "nope. it's all good."

"god, youngmi, it's only been a week and this place is a mess."

"it's not even that bad, you're only focusing on the bad parts."

youngmis mother had visited the apartment for the first time since picking it out months ago, her black heels clicking against the polished floor as she examined every single room for way too long. the woman turned back to her daughter with a sigh. "are you okay with everything so far? are your neighbors nice? do you have everything you need?"

the mention of neighbors made youngmis mind immediately shift to the boy in room 37, as that was the only one she really knew and against her will as well. "everything's good. i'm an independent woman."

her mom chuckled, "right, that's true. i'll head out now, call me if you need anything. i'm sure your dad will want to see this place soon so please clean up."

"you got it. bye." with a quick goodbye the woman left the place and youngmi decided to start immediately on cleaning up.

she gathered all the random pieces of clothing from around the place and shoved them into her bin of dirty laundry, making sure to pick up towels and such from the kitchen and bathroom. she then slipped on a random pair of shoes with the bin at her hip and headed out of the place and to the laundry room just down the hall, which she found very convenient.

she pushed open the door with her body and stepped inside with a huff, almost fully stopping in her tracks when she instantly made eye contact with none other than lee haechan. something about seeing him made her nerves go up, his aura being intimidating as is and his attitude didn't help, but he never paid her any mind as his eyes moved away.

he wasn't alone this time. a girl sat on a counter top in front of him, his hands at her waist as they conversed while small giggles left her mouth. youngmi couldn't understand what they were talking about, the sound of washers drowning out their voices and them talking significantly low made it impossible to hear.

either way, something about the way he whispered to her and her obnoxious giggling filling her ears even over the sound made her blood boil. and to put the cherry on top, they were right next to the only washer available.

the girl he spoke to twirled her long blonde hair between her finger tips as haechan massaged his hand on her knee. youngmi placed her bin on a chair on the other side of the room, mindlessly digging through the dirty clothes as she waited for the two to leave. she found it so annoying how hard he seemed to be trying to look cool in front of this girl.

get a fucking room.

after a good five minutes, the pair still hadn't left the room and as much as she didn't want to, she had no other choice but to politely ask them to move.

"hey, this is the only free washer, could you guys maybe scootch over a little bit?" she asked nicely, a friendly grin over her lips.

"my clothes are in here." haechan replied, his face deadpanning as he looked her way, pointing to the washer and drier on the other side of them.

"right, but this is the only other open one in here, and her leg is halfway on top of it. i can't really open it like this." what she really wanted to say was, i don't feel like watching strangers practically dry hump as i do my laundry so please fucking move.

"why don't you just go to another floor?" the girl stepped in, her eyes scanning youngmis body with a frown on her face.

her face went blank, blinking in disbelief as the pair stared at her. her heart started pounding out of her chest, not wanting to make a scene but couldn't believe the conversation she was having. all she wanted to do was have clean clothes.

"why... would i do that when this room is on the same floor as my apartment...?"

haechan seemingly not wanting anything to do with youngmi anymore, brought the girl off the counter and left the room with one last glare, leaving youngmi embarrassed and frozen in her feet. just when she thought he couldn't get any worse.

her body still shaken from frustration and embarrassment, she angrily threw her clothes into the washer as she tried to forget about what just happened. as if her mind was being read, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket and pulled it out to see a call from sunny.

she clicked answer, holding the phone up to her ear. "hello?"

"hi-whoa. hello attitude, everything okay?"

youngmi sighed when she realized her tone came out more harsh than she wanted to. "i'm sorry, it's just..." she can't tell sunny that her brother was easily making life way more difficult than it needed to be. "nothing. sorry about that."

"all good, love. i was just wondering if you had any idea where my brother is seeing as i've been outside of this building for ten minutes now calling him nonstop, and he won't pick up. it's bad enough i have to be his uber, do i look like i have time to sit here and wait?"

youngmi just sat her phone down and listened to sunny rant, not interfering as she really sounded like she had lots to get off her chest. this went on for another minute before she abruptly stopped. "he's here, finally. i'll call you later!"

youngmi kept her promise of compiling a few records of artists she thought soobin would like, and yangyang found it hilarious. she gathered it as soon as possible and kept it stored away until she would see him again, which wasn't until a few days later.

"it feels wrong to give special attention to certain costumers," the boy teased, youngmi not even getting 5 whole minutes to herself before he was starting again.

the brunette didn't turn to look at him as she organized cds placed neatly on a shelf. "you would understand if you actually talked to women other than me and your mom."

yangyang gasped dramatically, "i do! you wouldn't know because-oh shit, look who just walked in."

youngmi curiously lifted her head in the direction of the doors, watching as soobin walked in and hugged the place with his charming aura. it was almost embarrassing how quickly her heartrate sped up at the sight of him, having only known him for a week and wanted to run and hide. their eyes caught each other too abruptly as he seemed to have been looking for her.

"in this house, i say no to third-wheeling," was the last thing yangyang said before strutting away. usually youngmi would laugh at his stupid remarks, but soobin found his way to her before she could.

"hi! i-i wasn't expecting to see you today, but i have your records ready."

he smiled. "i actually wanted to come way earlier than today but i didn't wanna seem too eager."

eager? eager?! as in, he wants to see me just as much as i want to see him? "it's all good, you can come here whenever you want."

"i'm kind of in a rush so i can't stay for long, but erics throwing a party tonight and i know it's a little short notice but would you wanna come? i'm sure sunny was gonna ask you eventually but i kinda wanted to beat her to it." he scratched his nape, suddenly feeling shy.

the girl didn't even take a lot of time to consider whether or not she wanted to go. though she wasn't really a party person, not only was he asking her, but she seemed to be making friends quicker than usual. "yeah, definitely!"

"really? great, i'll give you my number so i can text you the address."

youngmi briskly pulled out her phone and opened the contacts app, handing it to soobin as he typed in his number quickly before handing it back. he was able to get a look at the time in the process, and realized he really needed to go, as much as he didn't want to. so, youngmi escorted him to the front where she grabbed the records she set aside for him and he quickly cashed out before saying goodbye and leaving.

yangyang wasted no time going back to teasing her. "you're drooling a little bit."

ignoring his words, the shorter turned her body and placed a hand on his shoulder. "wanna go to a party?"

as soobin predicted, sunny did end up inviting youngmi to the party later that night and apologized for it being such late notice, but once youngmi explained that soobin had beat her to it, she sent endless smirk emojis to her phone. she then asked if it was okay for her to bring a friend and sunny replied with 'of courseeee! you can bring 10 friends if you want to.' unfortunately for the younger, she barely had 1 friend let alone 10.

as she hardly went to parties, youngmi took her sweet time getting ready and started the process hours before she had to leave the house to ensure she had enough time. she flat-ironed her dark hair until it was pin straight, pinned her bangs while she did her makeup so they would fall perfectly against her forehead later.

she silently thanked herself for going into work barefaced, getting to start with a blank canvas to do whatever she wanted. after almost poking her eye out multiple times, she managed to perfect two small wings on each eye that weren't identical, but she eventually got to lazy to make them that way so she settled with sisters and not twins. her final step was a dark burgundy lip, pressing her lips together to create a 'pop' sound while she let her bangs down.

the girl was fully convinced absolutely nothing in her closet was party worthy, but knew she had to choose something, and went with an oversized gray 'kiss' t-shirt she snagged from a thrift store years ago, with black shorts with black converse high-tops.

a sigh left her mouth as she nodded with satisfaction at herself in her mirror. "cute. good enough." then finally, she snatched her phone and keys from the table and was out the door.

both soobin and sunny offered rides, but youngmi rejected as she had to pick up yangyang anyways and the two of them would've been able to leave whenever they felt like it. the faint sound of the neighbourhood played on the radio as she took the short drive to his house, humming to the song as she pulled up to his house where he was already outside waiting.

he practically skipped over to her car, opening the passenger door with a grin on his face. "why are you so giddy?"

"because i'm gonna get drunk."

rolling her eyes with a chuckle, youngmi punched in the address given to her by soobin and they were off. it being the middle of summer, the weather was at its hottest and the sun didn't begin setting until about 8 pm. wind blew through the pairs hair, yangyangs arm dangling out the window as they took the short drive to their destination.

as expected, there was already so many people. youngmi tried not to grow nervous as she had her best friend at her side and was about to go inside to meet more friends, so she inhaled in a breath and exhaled for as long as she could.

she unbuckled her seat belt before turning her head to the boy. "ready?"

he didn't hesitate nodding his head with a hum as the two stepped out of the car. muffled music could be heard from the outside and silhouettes of moving bodies were seen through the windows. youngmi didn't realize she'd been slouching her body when yangyang nudged her and snapped her out of her nervous habit.

"why so scared? come on." it was almost guaranteed that he would know absolutely no one at this party, but he for some reason seemed intoxicated with adrenaline as he hooked his arm around hers and pulled her through the doors.

to their surprise, youngmi was immediately greeted by sunny, as if she'd been waiting. her arms wrapped around her neck with a smile on her face before pulling away. "you came!" she exclaimed before looking at yangyang. "hi, i'm sunny, nice to meet you."

"i'm..." the boys face went blank, as it usually did in front of pretty women. youngmi couldn't help a laugh escape her lips, it now being her turn to nudge him. "yangyang. i'm yangyang."

just behind sunny watching the interactions go down was soobin, youngmis eyes landing on him while his her. his eyebrows perked up, giving her a look that said 'lets walk away.' so he held out his hand for her to grab as he lead her through the crowd, sunny and yangyang already in their own world and not even noticing them walk away.

"do you go to parties a lot?" soobin asked, leaning his head into the girl so she could hear over the music.

she then leaned into him, shrugging. "not really, honestly. but i trust you and sunny."

he smiled. "good." the two stopped in front of the group she met at the bar, winters and yejis face lighting up at the girl.

"youngmi!" winter beamed, the two pulling her into a group hug before releasing. "i was hoping i'd see you here. where's sunny?"

"i brought my best friend and i guess she took an interest in him," youngmi laughed, nodding her head back to signal she was somewhere amongst the crowd. the pairs face went into 'o' as they made faces at each other.

"do you want a drink?" soobin again said to her, his lips close to her ear. youngmi nodded with a smile, too flustered to fully look at him before he walked away.

"is that lee jeno?" yeji spoke up, the four of them turning their heads in the same direction she did.

youngmi admittedly had no idea who that was, but she felt awkward not also looking. eric made a sound of realization before a laugh. "my twin!"

"youngmi, you haven't met haechan and them yet, have you?" yeji asked her, the tone in her voice sounding a bit as if she was hoping youngmi would say no.

"i've met haechan. i don't know who the rest are."

"good. don't. they're trouble."

"you're saying it can get worse than haechan?" she questioned, being fully serious as the thought of an entire friend group of guys just like haechan seemed like hell. the two laughed, youngmi not really understanding the joke as it was a genuine question.

"i just love you. but yeah, it can, and its them. they're not... awful. just obnoxious, immature, loud. not the type of people i enjoy being around, you know?" winter explained. "you know haechan, but that's jeno right there. honestly, he's the least annoying of the four, and he's crazy attractive. i do always think he's hiding behind a façade because there's no way someone that calm hangs out with people like them."

"that's na jaemin, pretty face but shitty personality. womanizer. loud. the literal worst, i can't stand him. and finally, the one and only huang renjun. he's a little scary, not gonna lie, but overall a huge dick and i would slurp jeans through a straw before i ever willingly had a conversation with him."

holy shit, youngmi thought, it really can get worse. "that's... interesting." she didn't know what else to say. she hated judging people based off of someone else's words, but they seemed like the complete opposite of the type of people she wants to surround herself with.

now she knew one thing, stay as far away from those four as possible.

part 1

part 3

#nct #nct dream #nct haechan #haechan #enemies to lovers #nct fanfic #haechan fluff #nct dream fluff #nct texts

[sirtaehyunsalot]

What’s His Deal? (pt 2)

pairing: Thomas Valles x fem!reader

angst, stalker tendencies, more crack

warnings: stalking, cursing, slight bullying from victor puentes

word count: 2.7k

Pt 1

AN: Again with my usual disclaimer for this series, if you aren't white, then you can pretend that you're adopted

For the past 2 weeks of school, you did everything you could to get closer to Thomas Valles (both physically and socially) but to no avail. He would either brush you off with one-liners or he was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he wouldn't even acknowledge his own friends, let alone you.

“Thomas!!” you called out to him as he was getting ready to run out of school as he always does.

“Yeah?” he stopped and looked over at you with a hint of anxiety written on his usually blank face.

“Do you wanna hang out tomorrow after school? My family’s gonna go to the beach and I was wondering if you wanted to come too”

He paused for a long beat. You obviously couldn’t tell what he was thinking about because you’re not a damn mind reader. You just hoped that it wasn’t anything along the lines of “Hell nah.”

“Sorry, I can’t.” he turned around and started running again.

You stood there for a split second longer, processing what just happened.

“DAMNN you just got rejected!!!” Victor Puentes obnoxiously shouted as he walked up behind you, purposely brushing your shoulder. “In front of half the school too!”

“What's your problem, Puentes? Why are you always on my case?”

“Look, we all know that the only reason you're tryna talk to Thomas and the rest of us is because your dad wants to start a cross-country team. Well news flash blancita, we ain’t interested!”

You were very offended by the fact that Victor had just assumed that you were only here to get recruits for your dad’s stupid cross-country team. It’s not like you were any more interested than they were so what was he bitching about?

“It’s the coach’s job to recruit people, not his daughter’s, you fucking idiot”

“Whatever, bitch,” he responded before jogging out the doors and taking off in the same direction as Thomas.

“That was weird, the fuck is his problem?” you thought to yourself as you waited for your dad to finish packing up in his classroom so that you could go home. You figured that you could try again tomorrow.

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Tomorrow came and you showed up with a solid plan in one hand and crippling fear in the other. You really couldn’t believe what you were about to do, your stomach was turning so much that it felt like you were on an intense rollercoaster the entire first 4 periods of school.

Now it was lunchtime and you knew your dad was on lunch duty today so it was near high time that you put your plan into action since you chickened out during life science.

Just when you had mustered up enough courage to put your plan into action, you heard a very loud “I thought I told you to stay away from my sister!” followed by a large commotion coming from the table in front of yours. You snapped your head up quickly to see what was going on and you were highly taken aback by the scene playing out in front of you. It was Thomas Valles beating up some guy and pinning him down on the table. Immediately you jumped out of your seat to go watch the fight. Unfortunately for you however, about 30 seconds after you went to watch the fight, it was broken up by your dad and the football coach that he worked under and Thomas was sent to the principal's office. You were disappointed not only because the fight ended so quickly but also because you just missed your opportunity to start your plan again.

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It’s now nearing the end of the school day and you don’t have much time left. You already knew that your dad had 8th period off every single day so you had to lie to your english teacher and say that you were going to the restroom so that you could see him. You walked into his classroom just in time for you to catch him before he left for the teacher's lounge.

“(Name)? You’re supposed to be in your english class, what are you doing here?” your dad asked, annoyed at you for skipping class.

“I know, but I realized that I forgot to tell you something”

“What was so important that you skipped english to come to me?”

“I’m going to the corner store with Thomas Valles and his sister after school”

Your dad deadpanned at you, completely and thoroughly disappointed in what just came out of your mouth. “You skipped class... To tell me that? That was what was so important that you left your class?!” he started to raise his voice, causing your stomach to drop all the way down to the center of the earth.

“Yeeeeeaaah….?”

He grabbed you by your shirt collar. “You have exactly 2 minutes to get back to class. If I see you roaming the hallways again, I’ll tell Mrs. Marsol why you really weren’t in class. And if you pull anything like this again you’ll be grounded, understand?”

“Yes sir”

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You sat behind a parked car, waiting for Thomas to come out of the school. Yes, you were really about to stalk your crush. Something you knew damn well not to do. But you were DYING to know why he and his friends always ran off immediately after school with little to no explanation, even though they didn’t really owe you one. Sure you could have just asked like a normal person but you thought that would be too intrusive, especially since you haven't even been here for a full month.

“But stalking is one thousand times more intrusive-” your voice of reason finally spoke up far too late.

You were already knees deep into this whole stalking plan so it’s way too late to back out now, you figured.

Then you finally saw him. Thomas and Johnny Samaniego, the only person in the school that was close enough to being a friend, running off into the distance together. You allowed them to get a 10-second headstart before you took off after them. They were insanely fast, so trying to keep up with them while also trying to maintain your distance so that you didn’t get caught was one hell of a task. You were so close to solving your self-made mystery.

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After what seemed like a million and a half miles of running, you finally arrived at your destination. A field.

“A field? Really? This is what he’s been so secretive about?” you asked out loud to no one in particular.

You watched as Thomas and Johnny started to get to work in the field, cutting roots and picking cabbages one by one. You wanted to be 100% sure that this was all it was, if the whole time Thomas Valles’s “deal” was that he was a picker. So you pulled the hood of your sweatshirt over your head, put on some sunglasses, and headed toward the field.

“Hey, young man, stop!” one of the adults stepped in front of you. “Who are you?” the woman asked with a thick Mexican accent but perfectly fluent English.

“Oh uh- I’m a new picker,” you said trying to sound as manly as possible since this woman already thought you were a guy.

“Where is your knife?” she pressed. “First day on the job and you don't have a knife??”

“No, I don’t have one” you replied sheepishly

“Here, take this” -she grabbed a spare knife and put it into your hands- “And wear this!” -she grabbed a hat that one of the previous workers had left behind on accident and haphazardly dumped it on your head- “Don’t ever show up to work unprepared again or else I won't be so generous!”

“Yes ma’am”

You arranged the hat on your head and went over to where Johnny was.

“Hey man,” you said with your royally unconvincing man voice

He looked like he just saw a ghost when you spoke to him. “....Hi-? Sorry if this sounds rude but what’s wrong with your voice..?”

“I’ve always had a high-pitched voice, and it's okay man, I get that a lot.” If there was anything you were good at, it was lying straight outta your ass.

“Ohhhh I understand. My name is Johnny Samaniego, what's yours?”

You panicked. You didn’t think about coming up with a fake name because you weren’t expecting the mission to go this far. You remembered that your english teacher told your class that you were going to be reading Romeo and Juliet in junior year so you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“Romeo Cortez”

“Romeo Cortez?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t look very Hispanic to me, that caught me off guard lowkey”

“You don’t even know what I fully look like, Johnny”

“Damn, I guess you got me there”

“Hey! Juanito y Romito, you better stop talking and get back to work before they fire both of your asses,” Thomas yelled at you both from a couple of feet away.

“He’s right, we’ll talk after work is over, Romeo,” Johnny said as he started picking cabbages again

“When will that be?”

“In like 4 hours, ese”

“4 hours?!?!” You couldn’t be here for 4 hours! School already ended an hour ago so your dad would get suspicious if you were gone for even 2 hours, let alone four!

“Yeah, gotta get used to it man, sometimes you’ll end up being here until midnight”

So you sucked it up and started working, actively trying to come up with an excuse to tell your parents as to why you were gone for so long. You put your hand on a cabbage and started gingerly cutting at the root, trying to convince the other people (and yourself too) that you knew what you were doing. You looked up to see where Johnny had gone, only to see him picking up a box of cabbages and taking it back to where you presumed the “boss” was.

Suddenly you heard a loud laugh coming from behind you. “Damn Romeo, you must be new new huh?” It was Thomas.

“How’d you know”

“Because you’re cutting the roots like you feel sorry for them or something! Here lemme show you how to-” he stopped talking mid-sentence and started to squint at you slightly. You began to get nervous. Was your cover blown? Were you going to get found out now when you were already doing so well?

“You’re wearing the exact same clothes as somebody I know, Romeo. Take off your sunglasses for me.”

Oh no.

“I don’t wanna, I got sensitive eyes you know? Can’t stand the sun even for a second,” you rambled out, trying your absolute hardest to not let your voice crack under the pressure.

“Then take them off for half a second, Romeo. Are you hiding something?” Thomas pressed on. You already knew that your cover was blown so you swallowed your pride and slid off your sunglasses, confirming Thomas’s suspicions.

He scoffed at you. “Seriously? You really thought that I wasn’t gonna recognize you just because I couldn’t see your eyes?! You think I’m stupid or somethin’? Huh, White?! First we got your dad following me and now you too? Is your whole family just full of a buncha stalkers or some shit? Did you guys come to McFarland because your dad lost his job or is it really because everyone in your old town got restraining orders against y’all because they were so damn tired of you and your creepy ass family? If I catch you or anyone else in your family anywhere near me again, so help me god that I don’t end up losing my shit at you stay the fuck away from me!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, drawing the attention of some of the nearby workers.

His words cut into you like swords, and they cut deep. And you knew for a fact that you had absolutely no right to feel sorry for yourself because he was right. You were lucky that the only thing that happened was you getting yelled at in front of some people, considering the fact that what you did was literally a crime. You shoved your sunglasses back into the side pouch of your backpack, threw off the hat that you were wearing, and bolted in the opposite direction while trying not to have a panic attack with your dignity and most likely your reputation in pieces.

Johnny was coming back from his trip to the front of the field when he saw you running while covering your face. Now he was even more confused than when he first heard your voice when you were still pretending to be “Romeo”.

“Where’s Romeo going? We still have 3 and a half hours left! What happened?”

Thomas looked up to see you running back in the direction they came. “He went to go find Juliet.” he said flatly before going back to his work with a slightly angrier undertone in every move he made.

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It took you about an hour to successfully retrace your path back to the school and now you were just starting to walk home since you already knew where to go from there. Thousands of thoughts were racing around in your brain.

“Why did I ever think that this was a good idea?”

“What if he decides to tell everybody about what happened?”

“How the hell did I even get to this point??”

“How do you even apologize to somebody for stalking them?”

“How do you even explain to somebody why you were stalking them?”

You were so preoccupied with your internal monologue that you completely forgot about your parents. And you forgot that you actually have to open the front door before you try to walk into it, so you faceplanted into the door and snapped out of your trance.

Your mother heard you walk into the door shortly before you opened it and went inside. “Sit down, (Name).” she said firmly.

Damn it. They already caught you. The second time today that you've been caught in a lie. You sat down across from your dad on the dining room table and your mom sat down next to your dad shortly after.

“Why did you lie to me (Name)?” your dad asked you.

“What do you mean?” you answered, still trying to save face and cover up your already exposed lie.

“Don’t play dumb with me young lady. Why did you lie about where you were going after school?”

“I di-”

“I saw Thomas’s sister walking down our street while I was gardening a couple hours ago and I asked her where you were because she was supposed to be with you. She had no idea who you were. So cut the crap and tell us what you were really doing and why you lied to me.”

What were you supposed to do now? You were so ashamed about what you've done that even you didn't want to know about it, let alone your mom and dad!

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you said while clenching your jaw in an attempt to stop the tears that you’ve been holding back for an hour and a half from flowing down your face like a raging river.

“I didn't ask if you wanted to talk about it (Name) White, I told you to tell me, you don’t have a choice tell us right now or else you're going be grounded for a lot longer than 3 weeks!”

“And you won’t be allowed to go out without a parent for a very very long time,” your mom added.

The floodgates of hell were released at that dining table that evening. You broke down into tears and told them absolutely everything. Everything from the moment you asked Mrs. Marsol to go to the bathroom to the moment when Thomas put you in your place, often having to repeat things because you were crying so hard that you were slurring most of your words like a drunk person.

After your confession session was over, your parents looked nothing short of shell-shocked. I mean, how the hell are you supposed to react to your child tearfully confessing to you that they were stalking a fellow classmate? It’s definitely not something that happens every day.

Your mom placed her hand on yours, half sympathetic and half “I don’t know what the hell to do”.

“We were supposed to go to the beach today, but I think we need to have a long talk instead.”

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Again, this was wild. Part one was all "girl crush!!!“ and "omg this boy is so cute!!! 😆" and then I was like "and now you're a stalker 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹" Shoot me an ask if you wanna be in the taglist 💀

#thomas valles x reader #mcfarland usa #kee writes

[thedeathlysallows]

memento mori

Chapter 1: Poison Ivy

Months Earlier

           “We’re sending you to Washington state. We’ve had reports of a newborn army in Seattle and the Volturi have done nothing but twiddle their thumbs. Find newborns. Eliminate the source. Report back immediately. Questions?”

           “No.”

           “Good. Oh, and Agent? Whatever you find, don’t let personal feelings get in the way of finishing the job.”

           Titania had said it with a knowing look in her eye that I couldn’t quite place during the debriefing, but as I get closer and closer to Forks there’s the dawning of realization. There are vampires here. I can feel them. The air is thick with their presence.

           My father’s house reeks of them.

           “I really wish you were staying with us, kiddo.” Dad hugs me tight after I walk through the front door and ushers me to the living room. I look him over for any subtle differences, but find none. He’s the same. Untouched by whatever darkness is lurking around.

           Good.

           At least Charlie Swan is safe.

           However, that leaves the question: why does this house smell like vampires have been living here for years?

           “Yeah, well, you know how it is. I like having my own space.” I make my tone apologetic, but in reality I’m relieved I won’t be staying with my dad. Technically, I shouldn’t even be in Forks. My mission is in Seattle. Titania will look the other way, though. She always does as long as I get the job done.

           I don’t love the idea of a double life and I especially hate that I have so many secrets from my dad. He was always my rock. My safe place. Mom was never stable enough to take care of me, and I really have no clue how the court gave her full custody of Bella aside from complete bias. I was old enough to make my own choices, and I chose dad.

           He looks at me with a fondness in his eyes that makes my heart ache.

           “I really wish I could stay, Dad, but I just…”

           He puts a hand up and shrugs. “I get it. Don’t want your old man cramping your style. I was young once. I was hip.”

           I laugh and walk to the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge. Dad eyes me with a frown. “What? I’m twenty three. You wanna check my ID officer?”

           “Nah… maybe… did you ever use a fake?”

           “No,” I lie. Another truth I can never tell. It was far more than just fake IDs and underage drinking, but I’ll die before I tell my dad. “So… Bella? How’s that going?”

           He told me a while back about my younger sister’s odd, troublemaker boyfriend, but I always felt he was holding something back. I often left those conversations with something tickling at the back of my mind; however, I never pursued it. Now, I regret it. Hopefully there’s time to make up for it.

           Dad grumbles, expression growing stormy. “Had to let him back in the house.”

           Judging from my intuition and the smell in the air, he never left in the first place. Out loud I say, “ouch, old man. You let your teenage daughter strong arm you like that?”

           “She threatened to go back to Renee if I didn’t.”

           “Oh.”

           I shouldn’t be surprised by that at all. Bella’s notorious for using the mom threat, after all. She’s done it since we were kids. Part of me always wished she would grow out of it, though. Clearly that will never happen. It’s sad. Our dad doesn’t deserve that. All he’s ever wanted from either of us is the tiniest bit of love.

           Hence why hiding everything from him hurts so much.

           Being self-aware really sucks sometimes.

           “Do you think you could talk to her,” Dad asks after the silence stretches on for too long and I’m picking at the PBR label to stop from picking at my nails from nerves.

           “Mmm, Dad, I don’t know if that’s a good idea. You know Bells and I have always fought like cats and dogs.”

           “Right. I was just hoping I guess.” He visibly deflates.

           Fuck.

           “Okay, I’ll try. Just don’t do,” I gesture to his current posture that’s reminiscent of a kicked dog, “that. Where is she any-”

           Before I even finish my question, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and the air shifts dangerously. My eyes dart to the doorway of the kitchen where Bella stands with one of them. He’s one of the golden eyes, weakened by consuming animal blood, but dangerous all the same. And my sister is holding his hand like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

           I didn’t hear the two of them come in. I didn’t sense him in time. This is why I can’t stay in Forks with Charlie. I’m weak around them. My love for them makes me weak. I can’t afford to be weak.

           “Hi,” I finally say after I calm the pounding in my ears and tame the instinct to attack, kill.

           Bella looks visibly flustered, like my sudden appearance is too much for her. Maybe it is. I mean, last time we talked I was lecturing her about being an irresponsible idiot. She has every right to still be annoyed by that I guess.

           Dad is the one to break the ice. “Rosie, meet Edward Cullen. Bella’s boyfriend.”

           Fuck.

           My mind races. Does he have a connection to what’s happening in Seattle? How often is he over here? How often is he alone with Bella? Does Bella know? Are there more? Oh, God, are there more? How many more? Where do they live? Are they all golden eyes like him?

           Edward nods his head almost imperceptibly, his eyes locked onto mine.

           A mind reader then. That’s fine. Nothing special. I’ve handled his kind before.

           “You’re back home?” Bella breaks my staring contest with her boyfriend. She’s not happy and it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. Her tone is sharp and her body language is tense.

           “Oh, relax,” I tell her. There’s a bite to my words as well. “I’ve got work in Seattle so I’m here visiting. I’ll be hanging out more often, though.”

           If Edward has two brain cells to rub together he can tell what I am. If Edward is smart he can hear the threat in my words.

           “Seattle? You aren’t staying there are you?” There’s a new emotion in Bella’s voice. Panic.

           I nod. “I am, but don’t worry. I’ll stay away from the serial killer.”

           “We don’t know it’s a serial killer yet,” Charlie adds in.

           “Right, but that’s what I’m here to figure out.” I take a sip of my beer. “The organization I work for heard about all the murders and they sent me to investigate. I’m hoping I can get to the bottom of it quickly and head back to Charleston before the month is up.”

           Edward quirks an eyebrow, an amused expression on his face. “That quickly?”

           I hate his voice instantly. It’s the same lilting, musical cadence all the bloodsuckers have.

           “Mhmm. I’m very good at my job,” I assure him.

           “Well in that case you have my thanks for keeping all of us safe.”

           I narrow my eyes at him. What a smug little bastard. I don’t like him. In fact, I think I would hate him even if he was just some human boy. Speaking of…

           “How’s Jacob?” I ask Charlie the question, but Edward is the one who answers.

           “Bella doesn’t see him much anymore.”

           Smug and controlling, then.

           Good job picking one of the worst, little sis.

           I’m suddenly desperate and itching to start my investigation, so I check my watch and sigh dramatically. “Wow, look at the time! I should get going so I can check into my hotel on time. Gotta start work bright and early tomorrow. I’ll be back though.”

           “Any leads,” Edward asks.

           “Yeah. I think so. See you tomorrow.”

           I give Charlie a kiss on the cheek and Bella a wave. I can feel Edward’s eyes on me all the way to the front door. It won’t be hard to find out where he lives, and if he has any sense at all, he’ll warn the others that death is coming.

           My drive to Seattle is far less eventful than my visit back home. The three hour trip gives me time to ponder and stew over Bella’s involvement with vampires. She’s not a stupid girl, I finally decide after a while. She just thinks she knows better than everyone else and will overlook danger like it’s nothing.

           Suddenly, this job feels a lot more daunting.

           The Society set me up at the Four Seasons Hotel right in downtown Seattle. It’s a corner suite with a view of the bay that makes my heart squeeze tightly in my chest. I miss Charleston already. Sure, I didn’t grow up in the coastal southern town, but it’s where The Society conducts most of their business. Their seat of power, if you will. It’s also where I did my first year of college. The parties were always ridiculously fun.

           I toss my bag on the bed and plop down on the couch by the window. It gives me a perfect view of the warehouse the Agent before me tracked the newborns to. He’s been MIA for a week now, and at this point it’s safe to assume the worst has happened. As I stare out the window I feel a strange flutter in my chest. There’s something staring back.

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chapter 3 excerpt — giran takes in a stray in the form of teen dabi read full story here

They bring in a woman covered in silks, embroidered at the hem and patterned throughout the length. Her top reaches her knees, slit and loose around the hips. A matching scarf layers around her head in waves and billows over her shoulder with each step she takes, and the deep scent of oud trails behind her. 

Her eyes are dark, but they’re kind.

“Salaam, Dabi-san,” The woman's voice is soft as sleep, “My name is Seiko, and I’m here to help with the investigation. My quirk makes people tell the truth, so they cannot lie to me.”

Touya grimaces, “Ever?” 

“Ever.” 

“Wow. That’s fuckin’ awful.” 

Seiko has a warm laugh, “Why do you say that?” 

Touya shrugs, “The truth usually sucks,” and that is not what Touya had meant to say, “Can you turn it off?” 

Seiko seems to ponder for a moment, “I can... lessen the effect of my tone,” She sits down across from him and takes out a leather binder from her tote, “But even then, people can only evade my questions.” 

“Better than nothing.” 

Seiko opens her binder, and her eyes scan over whatever page she has opened.

‘Most likely questions they’d told her to ask.’ — Touya notices she has an earpiece.

The woman smiles at him once more, “Shall we start?”

Touya nods.

Seiko’s eyes glow a bright green, and Touya thinks, ‘Here we fuckin’ go.’

“How did you get involved with the League of Villains?”

Her quirk is seriously no joke. Touya tries to tell a lie — really, just for the sake of it — but the minute he opens his mouth, it feels like his vocal cords physically shut, barring any deceitful sound from crossing. 

When he tries to speak again, this time with the actual truth, it’s like that barrier was never there and Touya has this odd feeling of calm wash over him, “Giran introduced me.”

Seiko nods. 

“How did you meet Giran? We understand he’s one of the main recruiters for the League.”

Touya scoffs, “He ain’t a ‘recruiter’. He doesn’t go up to strays ‘n tell them to join this crew and that. He’s... A guy who gives broken kids a home. Give people like us options.”

Seiko holds a finger to her earpiece for a moment before addressing Touya again, “What do you mean by that? ‘Options’?”

Touya doesn’t even try to lie, “This society likes to pretend it’s civilized and progressive, but people like us, like Giran... We understand what it’s like out there, alrigh’ — it's kill or be killed. Without ‘im, I’m pretty sure I would’ve stayed in the red light district as their Freak-Show-Special, and Toga would have definitely been trafficked — maybe in prison after stabbin’ the guy that’d try.”

Touya smirks at that — takes a little bit of comfort in Toga’s bloody unhinged-ness.

“Nah, he… Giran’s closer to a hero than any of you could ever wish for,” and Touya cracks a smile, “He’s just ugly ‘n underpaid!”

The woman writes down whatever notes she needs to before looking back up at Touya with a ticked and thick eyebrow, her small smile conveying, ‘continue.’

He thinks back to a time when he was sixteen and absolutely terrified. 

“I met him at one of the bars I was workin’ at in the red light. I wasn’t a working boy, yet, but the ladies were training me ‘n I mostly stayed in the kitchen — doin’ grunt work, whatever, shit like that. Was takin’ out the trash when I saw him, Giran, hangin’ ‘round the corner. He had a nice watch ‘n I thought he was one of ‘em rich fucks that’d come in and think they own the place — own the people, and…”

Touya suppresses a shudder at the memories of that time. 

“Yeah, anyways, long-story-short, I tried to pick his pocket. Obviously, I was no good at that kinda shit back then ‘n he caught me. Thought he was gonna beat my ass, but he actually just,” Touya laughs under his breath, “He bought me a burger.”

[ Touya’s stomach feels like it’s been swelled up to his chest, he’s so full. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s had a meal — a proper hot one, not just a bowl of rice and canned fish. He doesn’t fault the ladies, they get the same meal, have the same weighted bags under their eyes, same sunken cheeks and jutted jaws, the same protruding collarbones and exposed ribs — ‘It’s attractive, young’un. All the rave, these days. You’ll learn.’

Touya doesn’t want to learn. He isn't keen on being taught all the ways his suffering will attract hungry hands like vultures to a carcass.

“I can offer ya a place to stay,” the man called ‘Giran’ says. 

He’s missing a tooth, a pretty important one, front row and everything. The ladies would have a field day about it, but then again, Touya doesn’t really think this guy is someone hoping to make a quick buck as a Fancy Boy. Touya wonders if, maybe, a lifetime ago, when this man was Touya’s age, he might have then considered it — selling his body for safety and sustenance. The man has sleazy eyes but his forehead is also fucking massive, but then again, if the ladies are so convinced they’ll have customers interested in Touya’s scarred and mottled skin, there’s probably some kind of market for the kind of ugly Giran is and it’s probably more booming than the one for Touya. 

It takes Touya a few seconds to realize the man is still talking.

“ — Might be a lil’ cramped with the other strays, but you gotta promise to keep it t’yerself.” 

The man is talking about a home, a home to offer Touya. But that doesn’t seem right because, “You’re a villain.” 

“Oh? Is that what they call people like me these days?”

Touya physically feels the weight of his eyebrows when he scrunches them together. There’s not much scarring on his forehead, but moving his face too much still hurts like a mother, “People like you?”

“The same category they’re gonna chuck you in the minute they take one look at ya. Geeze, what the hell happened to ya, kid?”

‘This guy’s a dick.’

“Ah, so you don’t even have a good cover story set up. What about in that bag, whaddya got?” Giran nods to Touya’s backpack, some blue ratty thing the nurse pushed into Touya’s arms, — probably from the hospital’s Lost-and-Found — before she had unlocked the back door and walked him to a cab, “Some kinda first aid, disinfectant, I’d hope. You're covered in open wounds. If ya don’t die of starvation, you’ll definitely succumb t’infection, sepsis. Ya know about sepsis?”

Touya bristles, “I’m not fucking stupid, yeah, I know about sepsis,” He doesn’t — ‘literally, what the hell is that?’ — but like hell, he’s gonna let some stranger patronize him. His father already did that enough. 

“So? Medical supplies, show me what ya got. I can help ya build a routine with what you’ve got, can probably even add t’yer lil’ collection, too.”

“Fuck off, old man! Just because you got me some food doesn’t mean I have to show you anything! And even if I don’t have it, I’ll find a way to get it!” 

Seriously, who the fuck is this guy?

Giran sighs and rolls his neck. For a second, Touya thinks the man will stand up and walk away, praying for it even, but only for a split second before taking it back because this is probably the most human interaction he’s had in a month — taking instruction from the ladies doesn’t really count. 

“Listen, kid, with that cheap hair dye ‘n a body that’s closer t’death, you’re not gonna get very far. They may call me a villain, but I’m not half as bad as the monsters that go bump in the night.”

Touya’s parents warned him to never accept offers from a stranger — ‘stranger danger! stranger danger!’ Fuyumi would always scream — but ever since that night, there’s only one evil Touya can focus on running away from, and he can’t do that by being a Fancy Boy. This province is too close to home, and he’s seen what the work does to the ladies. How it wears them down, how each and every customer views these women — these women who have tended to Touya’s injuries with nothing but gentle hands and soft lullabies — treats them like domesticated pets, something to be owned and groomed, kept in the comfort of one place only. 

It’s been days since he’s slept properly. He has his fire, he can protect himself if need be. At least, he hopes so. He hopes to the Gods this guy isn’t a monster.

“How do I know I can trust you?”

He feels like an idiot, ‘Who asks that kind of question? Anyone can utter some bullshit response.’

Giran shrugs and leans back into the velvet red cushion of the booth they sit at, “That’s somethin’ you’re gonna have ta figure out how t’do now that you’re in this kinda life, kid. Trust’s a bitch, if you get it wrong, could cost ya yer life.” 

“Oh, that’s super reassuring,” Touya scoffs, “You’re a real Good Samaritan.”

‘Gods. This guy is such a dick.’ 

Giran looks at him, and the man’s dark gaze is different now. His eyebrows don’t have that sly upward curve anymore — instead, they sit straight as a line, heavy over tired eyelids, “Have you ever trusted someone before?” 

The answer is automatic, “Yeah.”

“Were you right about them?” 

He thinks about his father and his mind screams, ‘NO!’  

He thinks about his mother, and how even though he loves her and he understands her suffering, the only answer he can come up with is —

“ — No.” 

Giran leans forward, rests both elbows on the table, and ducks down to level his eyes with Touya's, “Take a real good look ‘n take your time. Focus where my eyes are — are they flickerin’? Leerin’ towards places they shouldn’t be?” 

The weight of the man’s gaze is a bit overwhelming, but it never falters. Touya doesn’t even realize that he’d shaken his head slightly in response until Giran speaks again, “What about my hands?” 

Giran lifts and wiggles his fingers for a moment before placing them flat on the wooden table again, “Am I fidgety, trynna touch you before we’ve established any kinda boundaries? The tone of my voice — does it waver? Are any of the questions I’m asking completely irrelevant to our conversation?”

Touya takes a long moment and tries to recall every single second of their conversation up until now and he realizes that, “I — No, no. None of that, you’re... steady,” He gulps, “What if you’re just good at lying?” Touya hates how desperate he sounds. 

His father was so good at lying. 

Giran smiles sideways, “Everybody’s got a tell, kid.” 

Touya raises a brow, “What’s yours?” 

Giran barks a short laugh, “A liar is only gonna lie. If I told you, would you even know if it’s true?”

Touya’s always liked a challenge. He’s a Todoroki, after all. 

“Try me.” 

Giran considers for a moment, “I talk too much when I lie. Words just come spewin’ right outta me. Can’t help it, mama said I talked the midwife through my own birth, came upside down, I did. Feet first n’ everything,” Giran sniffs, particularly loudly, and his eyes flicker to the table quickly but he covers it up with a lighthearted shrug, leaning back against the booth in an act of nonchalance. 

Touya smiles.

“You’re lying.” 

It’s not cold in this diner, Giran showed no signs of sniffling before — he didn’t even rub his nose or sneeze afterward. Moreover, the old man never showed any aversion to eye contact this whole night until now. 

Giran grins right back and smacks the table in triumph, “Ha! Yer sharp, kid, that’s good, that’s real good. What’s the name you’re goin’ by?”

Touya notices the odd wording of Giran’s question; not ‘what’s your name,’ but instead asking, ‘what are you going to call yourself in this new life?'

Touya’s actually given this a lot of thought, “Dabi.” 

Giran fumbles with his pocket before handing him something thin and rectangular.

“Alright, Dabi, I don’t know what or if you even got a quirk, but this switchblade is the only thing I got on me at the moment. Am I lyin’?” 

“... I don’t think so.” 

“Good. Take it, mind your fingers, keep your hand on the closed side,” Giran points to what he calls ‘the closed side’, and Touya grips the silver piece gently, “Yeah, like that. See this slit? That’s where the blade’s gonna come out from when you push that button. Wait, back up a little.” 

Touya moves his hand so that the blade is clear of any fleshy appendages. He quicks a glance around the diner, but it’s so dead in here that the waitresses haven’t left the kitchen ever since bringing Touya his burger over an hour ago. 

“Alright, like I said, mind your fingers, thumb on the button, okay… Now press down,” Touya follows Giran’s instruction, and quicker than his father’s flame, a sharp blade reveals itself and points straight, “Aha! Nice, nice, ya learn fast, kid. Now you can grip it fully, blade won’t move until you pull down on that lever — that’s the lock — yeah, that, push it back inside. Got it?”

“Yeah — yeah.” 

Once the blade is safely tucked inside, Touya tries to give it back to Giran.

“Nah, keep it. Obviously, it’s good to trust your gut, but sometimes we’re wrong, right? Can’t read minds — unless that’s your quirk. But nah, if it’s not, body language is the closest thing you got, but real filthy people know how to work around that. You finished with that?” Giran points to his mostly empty dish, a few fries gone cold. 

“Yeah, I… I’m done,” Touya honestly has a bit of whiplash. Out of all the scenarios he’d conjured up when he made a swipe for the old man’s watch, this entire encounter was never something he’d foresee. 

It’s been a while since he’s felt… cared for, in a sense. Like maybe someone actually gave a shit if he were safe, instead of powerful. 

“You want somethin’ else before we head out?” Giran asks, arm halfway up to call a waitress. 

“Nah, I’m good.” 

Giran drops his hand, eyes wide, “You sure? I got stuff back at the house to make sandwiches in the fridge, but that’s about it. Grocery day is Wednesday, ‘cause of the specials, y’know.”

Touya would smile if he had the energy, but his pain medication is starting to wear off and all he can think about right now is how his seams are starting to itch, “Thanks, but I’m alright, honestly.”

Giran throws some crumpled bills on the table — definitely more than what Touya’s meal was worth — and nods to the exit door, “Let’s get a move on, then.” ]

Seiko smiles, “I see. Thank you for sharing, Dabi-san. These next questions might be a bit harder, but we need as much information as possible. If you need a break, please inform me.”

They asked everything Touya had prepared for them to ask, and still, it was one of the hardest things he’d faced in a long, long, time — calming truth quirk and all. 

“Who is Todoroki Enji, to you?”

“Can you please tell us about the abuse Todoroki Enji inflicted on you?”

“Can you please tell us about the abuse you’ve witnessed Todoroki Enji inflicting on the other individuals you’ve listed on your report — Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Natsou, Todoroki Shouto, and your mother, Todoroki Rei?”

And finally, “Can you please tell me about the attempted murder incident you have reported, stating Todoroki Enji as the perpetrator and yourself as the victim.”

He needed three breaks, telling that one. 

Eraserhead couldn’t look Touya in the eye when he brought in coffee for him and Seiko. All Might looked red around the eyes. Fuyumi… Touya only really caught a glance of her when Eraserhead opened the door to go back outside, but he doesn’t think he’d ever seen her look so guilty. Even when she planted lilies in the garden where Touya’s favorite stray cat used to roam around. 

He doesn’t want her to feel guilty, though, because just like what happened with the cat, what happened to Touya — she didn’t know.

Seiko cleared her throat before reading off the paper Eraserhead had scribbled on before he’d left, “Which heroes, besides Endeavor, do you also believe to be ‘dirty’ — criminal or immoral — and what kind of incriminating evidence can you provide?”

Touya laughs through his nose, a bull’s breath without the anger, and he tilts his head, “After I left, I still kept in contact with the ladies. They keep records of everythin’ — have to protect themselves from getting shut down or locked up. And you would be surprised how many heroes visit the red light district. And not for rescue missions.”

“Please, write them down — only the ones you have evidence against.”

Touya does so, and Eraserhead comes in to inspect the list, “… This list has over thirty names, all within the top fifty.”

“They’re fucked up lil’ freaks, too. And that’s just what I personally know.”

Eraserhead rubs at the bridge of his pointed nose and mutters something to Seiko. 

“Is this all the criminal activity you have evidence of regarding the heroes?” 

Touya scoffs, “How much time you got?” And just for flare, he uses his fingers to tick each item off.

Index, “I’ve got money launderers, they’re my favorite because it’s all just so original.”

Middle, “Sexual assault reports, you would ‘n wouldn’t be surprised with that one.”

Ringer finger, “Domestic abuse because, well, that’s my specialty, ain’t it.” 

He snorts and lifts his pinky, “Unethical funding for groups like the Anti-Mutant Association, conversion therapy, etcetera etcetera yadda yadda. Then I’ve got the Commission’s not-so-top-secret Assassination ‘n Honey-Pot unit — they really need better firewalls, for fuck’s sake, I mean, and — oh! Finally, Eraserhead yer gonna love this one…" 

Touya looks directly at Eraserhead to make sure the underground hero is paying attention before wiggling his thumb, all five fingers of his scarred hand spread wide, "I know who the U.A. informant for the League is.”

Eraserhead's eyes bug out of his head before he remembers himself. He clears his throat and sits down next to Seiko, “Well, go on.”

This is his chance. Seiko hasn’t asked him anything, so he figures he might as well try bending the truth slightly. 

Touya puts on his best smile, the one he knows looks like a cadaverous shit-inhaler, “I need one private phone call.”

Eraserhead’s eyes harden, “What.”

Touya puts his hands up, “Hey man, I didn’t know if you would make the deal. Had to keep some insurance, y’know. Your boys frisked me ‘n everything. Pretty sure that old one with the patchy beard copped more than just my lighter, if you know what I mean,” He winks at Seiko. 

The woman rolled her eyes but her fond smile softened the blow. 

“What does this have to do with a phone call?”

“I put all this evidence on a USB — remember, I told you I got guys ready to leak this shit? Well, I gotta call ‘em to, y’know, not. And then they’ll send it here.”

Eraserhead’s fingers flex on the table as if he wants to hit something — hit Touya, most likely. 

“If you tell us the location of the USB, we can retrieve it.”

“Uh, no. We signed the deal, yeah, but I don’t have a lawyer to know whether you screwed me over.” 

“Why private?”

“For their protection,” Touya says, mostly honest, “C’mon, think of it as a trust exercise. Worst comes to worst, you still got me locked ‘n loaded,” He waves his wrist around, the one with the deadly metal band. 

Seriously, though, that vein in Eraserhead’s forehead is going to burst into an aneurysm one day. 

“Seiko-san, please ask Dabi whether he’s being truthful.” 

Seiko looks at Touya, and he’s not sure what the woman sees but when she asks, “Dabi-san, do you have the intention to retrieve the USB containing evidence via making a phone call, and to deliver this USB to Eraserhead?” he could have kissed her. 

Because she didn’t ask who Touya was going to call, what else he needed to tell Giran, and he just knew the woman decreased the intensity of her voice, felt it in the freedom of his tongue. 

So he means it, says it so proudly, chest puffed and shitty stretched grin, when he answers, “Yes.”

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