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Police in the Turkish city of Adana detained 11 suspects, five Israeli and two Syrian, on allegations of organ trafficking, the Daily Sabah reported on 5 May.
The Provincial Directorate of Security's Anti-Smuggling and Border Gates Branch began investigating after examining the passports of seven individuals who arrived in Adana from Israel about a month ago by plane for the purpose of health tourism. The two Syrian nationals, ages 20 and 21, were found to have fake passports.
Further investigation revealed that Syrian nationals had each agreed to sell one of their own kidneys to two of the Israeli nationals, ages 68 and 28, for kidney transplants in Adana.
During searches at the suspects' residences, $65,000 and numerous fake passports were seized.
Israel has long been at the center of what Bloomberg described in 2011 as a “sprawling global black market in organs where brokers use deception, violence, and coercion to buy kidneys from impoverished people, mainly in underdeveloped countries, and then sell them to critically ill patients in more-affluent nations.”
The financial newspaper added, “Many of the black-market kidneys harvested by these gangs are destined for people who live in Israel.”
The organ-trafficking network extends from former Soviet Republics such as Azerbaijan, Belarus, Ukraine, and Moldova to Brazil, the Philippines, South Africa, and beyond, the Bloomberg investigation showed.
Accusations of Israeli involvement in organ trafficking also apply to the occupied Palestinian territories. In 2009, Sweden's largest daily newspaper, Aftonbladet, reported testimony that the Israeli army was kidnapping and murdering Palestinians to harvest their organs.
The report quotes Palestinian claims that young men from the occupied West Bank and Gaza Strip had been seized by the Israeli army, and their bodies returned to the families with missing organs.
"'Our sons are used as involuntary organ donors,' relatives of Khaled from Nablus said to me, as did the mother of Raed from Jenin as well as the uncles of Machmod and Nafes from Gaza, who all had disappeared for a few days and returned by night, dead and autopsied," wrote Donald Bostrom, the author of the report.Bostrom also cites an incident of alleged organ theft during the the first Palestinian intifada in 1992. He says that the Israeli army abducted a young man known for throwing stones at Israeli troops in the Nablus area. The young man was shot in the chest, both legs, and the stomach before being taken to a military helicopter, which transported him to an unknown location.
Five nights later, Bostrom said, the young man's body was returned, wrapped in green hospital sheets.
Israel’s Channel 2 TV reported that in the 1990s, specialists at Abu Kabir Forensic Medicine Institute harvested skin, corneas, heart valves, and bones from the bodies of Israeli soldiers, Israeli citizens, Palestinians, and foreign workers without permission from relatives.
The Israeli military confirmed that the practice took place, but claimed, "This activity ended a decade ago and does not happen any longer."
Israel’s assault on Gaza since 7 October has provided further opportunities for the theft and harvesting of Palestinians’ organs.
On 30 January, WAFA news agency reported that the Israeli army returned the bodies of 100 Palestinian civilians it had stolen from hospitals and cemeteries in various areas in Gaza.
According to medical sources, inspection of some of the bodies showed that organs were missing from some of them.
On 18 January, the Times of Israel reported that the Israeli army confirmed reports that its soldiers dug up graves in a Gaza cemetery, claiming its soldiers were trying to “confirm that the bodies of hostages were not buried there.”
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I'm not clingy, you're clingy.
PAIRING: Max Verstappen x reader
WARNINGS: suggestive ending
SUMMARY: Max doesn't want you to go out on a night with your friends but insists he isn't clingy.
W0RD COUNT: 1,192
“Maxie, can you come here?”
Max was in the middle of a round on his simulator, but when he heard your voice he paused the game and got up at once. Not once had he ever told you to wait when you called for him. Max may have been serious about his career, but even before that his job was to take care of you. He truly felt his first purpose was to make you feel happy and loved.
“Coming, liefje,” Max called down the hallway. He took his glasses off as he walked down the hallway, cleaning the lenses on his shirt. He got into your bedroom, put the glasses back on and looked up at you. “Wow.” he murmured quietly. You looked up and saw him and your cheeks warmed bashfully. It didn’t take much from Max to make you feel beautiful. You were dressed in a form fitting party dress that was made of a spandex like material that smoothed your curves and gave you the perfect figure. It was black and shimmery and you had paired it with a pair of sparkly silver heels. Max had bought them for one of the many galas you went to with him.
“Can you zip me up?” You asked, turning around to reveal the open back of your dress to him. Max walked up behind you. He put his hand on the zipper, but before he moved it an inch his lips came in contact with your skin. The hand that wasn’t on the zipper slid over your waist. “Max…” You warned. Max pressed a firm kiss to the side of your neck before sighing as he leaned back and pulled the zipper up. You turned around to face him.
“I forgot you were going out with your friends,” Max told you. You could hear the slight disappointment in his tone. He knew partners weren’t allowed to come. He had been complaining about it all week after you told him you were going out without him.
“I won’t be out that late,” you comforted. “They know how clingy you are. They won’t mind when I go.”
“I’m not clingy,” Max replied, seeming slightly offended that you might say that.
“Maxie, you call me in between qualifying rounds sometimes,” you reminded him.
“That was one time! You were in the hospital!” He defended himself.
“I was just getting a blood test.” There was a moment of silence while Max attempted to think of an excuse.
“I’m not clingy,” Max repeated when he couldn’t come up with anything else.
“Sure, baby.” you said and patted his muscular chest as you went to check yourself in the mirror one last time. Max walked up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and tucking his chin into the crook of your neck.
“I don’t get why I can’t come,” he complained. You held in a chuckle.
“We haven’t all been in the same city in over a year,” you told him. “We just want to spend the night together.”
“You’ll come home to sleep though, won’t you?” Max asked. You could hear the slight fear in his voice. He didn’t want to sleep without you. He had to do it often enough when you weren’t able to make it to races. He didn’t want to do it when you were both at home.
“Yes, Maxie. I can’t sleep without you either,” you cooed. He blushed and hid his head in your neck, nuzzling his nose against you as he avoided your eyes in the mirror.
“What time are you going to come home, schatje?” He murmured in question.
“I don’t know. Around midnight?” You guessed. Max sighed.
“What am I supposed to do until then?” He whined.
“Go back to your simulator,” you suggested. “You know how wrapped up you can get in it.”
“Not when I know you aren’t in the house,” Max said. You raised an eyebrow.
“It’s easier for you to focus on sim racing when I’m here and you’re ignoring me?” You asked.
“I’m never ignoring you, liefje.” Max knew you were joking, but he couldn’t even stand the idea that he might not give you all of his attention whenever you wanted it. “I never go unless you’re already doing something else.” You were quiet for a moment as you thought about this. You knew he would leave his simulator for you, but you had never realized that he had never chosen sim racing over you–even in the off season when he was supposed to be practicing as much as possible.
“I didn’t realize until now,” you admitted. Max smiled softly at you in the mirror. His eyes flicked away from yours and he let go of you. You stayed in place but turned to see him approaching the dresser. He picked up a necklace off the top of the dresser. You ran your hands over the empty spot on your chest where the chain usually hung. Max was remedying the absence of your necklace quickly, wrapping the white gold chain around your neck and locking the clasp. The pendant fell down against your chest. It was a circular pendant with diamonds bordering the edge and an “MV” engraved into the metal.
“Can’t let you leave looking this way without your necklace on,” Max spoke quietly. You looked into his eyes in the mirror. There wasn’t a man alive who understood the concept of devotion like Max Verstappen and despite what many might think the thing that he was most devoted to was you. Your heart was bursting and when you looked into Max’s bright blue eyes you couldn’t help yourself.
“I’m canceling,” you told him. Max furrowed his eyebrows.
“Canceling what?” He asked.
“Tonight with my friends. I’m staying home with you,” you explained. A small smile flashed across his face.
“Are you sure, schatje?” Max asked. “We could just invite them over here,” he offered. You shook your head.
“Uh-uh,” you grunted in disapproval. “I just want you.”
“You haven’t seen them in a long time,” Max reminded you.
“We’ll all be in London over summer break,” you told him. Max was holding in a smug grin, but he couldn’t keep it totally off his face. “Stop gloating.”
“I didn’t say anything,” Max defended himself.
“You didn’t have to say anything, you’ve got that look on your face,” you said. Max kissed your cheek and wrapped his arms tighter around your body.
“You’re clingy too,” he murmured after a comfortable moment of silence.
“You asked me to stay before I said I would,” you tried.
“No, I asked if I could come with you,” he corrected.
“Same, difference,” you muttered.
"No, I was going to go with your friends. You want us to be alone," Max said.
"I"ve never heard you complain about being alone with me before," you teased. Max smirked at you.
“Who said I was complaining?" He asked. He pushed the strap of your dress to the side and kissed your shoulder softly. He looked at you in the mirror before he spoke again. "Now take this off and get on the bed."
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The Spiders Sister - Chapter 5
Summary: Reader gets ready with her girls for a stark party.
TW: mentions / discussion of overstimulation, mentions of parties (ew)
Words: 2.4K
A/n Sorry for the late update, I started writing this at 2am on two hours of sleep and then my grandma ended up in the hospital and I had to drive eight hours to see her. Oh… and uni went back so I have like ten assignments.
You had been sleeping for about an hour and a half before beginning to stir. You shifted in your sleep a few times indicating you were close to waking up.
Wanda had been reading because you were still curled around her leg like a baby sloth and despite having no issue with being your personal pillow, it did mean she was unable to leave without waking you.
The redheaded witch had one hand nestled in your hair as she gently massaged your scalp while holding her book with the other hand and using her magic to turn the pages.
You had one leg thrown over her calve as your arms were wrapped around her thigh with your cheek resting on the top of it.
As you begun to shift around more you had began detangling yourself from Wanda, she took note of your waking state and placed the bookmark into the spine of her novel before turning and setting it down on the bedside table.
She sent a quick text to Natasha to let her know you would be up soon, before shifting her gaze back to you to admire your sleepy expression.
While you slept your features were so much more relaxed, your guard was down and the small crinkle in your brow was gone. Wanda had to hold herself back from running her thumb between your eyebrows at the sight of the usually tense skin sitting smooth and flat.
She knew you had a small headache most of the time just from the way you acted. The way your hands drifted to your temples to massage them when it got bad. The way your brow never sat flat unless you were sleeping. Or maybe it was the way you winced when Thor was being too loud that had tipped her off.
Regardless as to what it was that had alerted her to your hidden headaches, she could figure out or at least assume it was due to what pepper had said about your powers.
With them dialling up your senses it must be the cause of your day to day discomfort even if it had seemed to trigger worse than normal at the mall today.
It seemed like something that you had just accepted, after all you didn’t have a permanent solution as of yet.
It also seemed to be something that shifter day to day hour to hour in terms of its severity.
As Wanda had gotten lost in her own mind, you continued wriggling on the bed beside her drawing her attention back to present day you laid beside her.
You mumbled something incoherent before rolling over with a small tired groan that sent Wanda’s heart tripping over itself as your eyes fluttered open.
You sleepily pried your headphones off which had miraculously managed to stay on while you had slept.
Wanda smiled down at you and reached out, rubbing your back gently as she continued drinking in your tired and sleepy expression.
You gave her a slightly crooked grin that did things to her she wasn’t going to repeat.
“Hello sleepyhead.” She said softly, unsure of how you were feeling and also relived she hadn’t tripped over her words. She was optimistic that you were feeling better as you had removed your headphones of your own accord which made for a good sign.
You mumbled out a short “good morning” which made Wanda laugh softly.
Before the two of you could continue there was a light knock on the door. Wanda softly called for them to come in and Nat slipped through the doorway and into the room.
She came and sat down on the bed beside you so you were between the two women.
“Hey Y/n/n, how are you feeling?” Nat asked.
“‘M alright. A bit tired still, but my headaches gone, and it doesn’t feel like everything’s too much anymore.” You mumbled rubbing a balled fist at your eyes tiredly.
“That’s good.” Wanda said with a smile.
You sniffled, sitting up properly.
“Are you feeling well enough for a party?” Nat asked.
“What party?” You asked sitting up a little taller.
“Tony’s throwing a party to welcome you to the team.” Wanda said.
“That’s why we went dress shopping dumb-dumb.” Nat said rolling her eyes playfully.
You simply looked at them and blinked.
“Y/n? You ok?” Wanda asked.
“I think we broke her.” Nat said masking her mild concern at your lack of reaction.
“I’m fine.” You said snapping out of it.
“So?” Wanda asked.
“So?…” you asked.
“The party. You excited?” Wanda pressed and you shrugged non-committedly.
“I guess.” You said.
“You guess?” Nat said sounding exasperated. “What does that even mean?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t really been to many parties. I’m more of a stay in and watch a movie kinda girly.” You said.
“If parties aren’t your thing you don’t have to stay for all of it.” Wanda said, “But you do have to make an appearance, because Stark’s throwing it for you.” She said looking apologetic.
“Wait a second,” you began looking panicked. “I don’t want people to know who I am. How will Stark throw a party to welcome me to the team without everyone finding out who I am. I mean I wouldn’t hate it but I don’t want people to know and it puts peter at risk and-“ you rambled.
“Y/n.” Wanda said but you continued to spiral. “Y/n! Listen to me.” She said taking your hands in hers. Your eyes snapped to meet hers. “Calm down. It’s not a huge party, its just the avengers and anyone else who is important to the team as well as a few SHEILD agents. Only people who already know peter is spiderman. It’s a small thing.” She reassured and you breathed a sigh of relief.
“Oh?” You asked feeling a bit better. “Who’s coming?” You asked getting a little curious as to who knew of your little brothers alter ego.
“Well Carol is going to swing by because she’s in the area. I think the guardians are busy. All the avengers will be there some of which I don’t think you have met yet. Peppers coming. Director fury is coming by to congratulate you, I think. Maria, an old friend of Nat’s. Doctor strange avoids us at all costs since the last time New York needed to be deep cleaned with his magic so he won’t be coming I don’t think. Shuri is probably busy. Rhodey one of Stark’s friends will drop by probably. Scott lang and his daughter my be coming. And Thor is bringing his brother Loki who sometimes stays at the tower. He’s kind of an honorary avenger. Bruce will probably be hiding in his lab. I think stark invited your aunt. And of course…” Wanda said trailing off to look at Nat who rolled her eyes.
“My sister, Yelena and her best friend Kate bishop.” Nat finished for Wanda.
“So… a few people.” You said with a chuckle.
“You could say that.” Wanda smiled.
“And all these people know my brother's real identity?” You asked.
“Yes. They’ve known peter for a while most of them since the incident in Germany, but some only met him more recently when we fought the big purple grape.” Nat pitched in.
“About that…” you said looking at Nat.
“Oh … you're wondering how I survived when practically every channel on the TV was saying I died?” Nat said looking amused.
“Um… kinda, yeah.” You said. “Is that rude?”
“No. After Tony snapped, I returned with the others who blipped, and we used the time stone to go back and save Tony.” Nat shrugged.
“Okay…” you said nodding slowly. “So just another day in the office?” You grinned.
“Pretty much.” Nat said mirroring your look with a bemused smile.
“Now.” Wanda said clapping her hands. “No more stalling. The party is in two hours and we need to get ready.” The witch looked very excited at this revelation and the idea of getting ready with you and Natasha.
“Alright.” You smiled, “what are you thinking wands?”
“Well Nat is amazing at braiding so she can do hair while I do makeup.” Wanda was practically buzzing where she stood looking like she had just eaten three kilos of sugar.
“Who’s first?” You asked looked between them.
“Wanda can start on your makeup while I braid my own hair first.” Nat said with a fond smile.
“Sounds good to me.” Wanda said getting up off the bed. “Where do you keep your makeup?” She asked looking around the room.
“Um … about that … I don’t have any.” You said and Wanda looked surprised for a second before perking up again.
“I think I have some in your skin tone.” She said “I’ll be right back, stay here.” Wanda grinned before taking off out the door to presumably head to her own room.
“She love this stuff doesn’t she?” You said turning to Natasha who was expertly separating her hair into sections with her nimble fingers.
“Oh yeah.” Nat said looking amused. “She lives for this kind of thing.”
“Of course she does.” You said playfully rolling your eyes. “She’s stunning even without makeup.” You said not meaning to let that slip as Nat raised an eyebrow in amusement.
“Oh yeah?” Nat asked.
“I-I mean you are too. Don’t get me wrong. Your both hot and…” you said before groaning and covering your face with your hands.
“Thanks, hot stuff you're not so bad yourself.” Nat grinned patting your leg with her hand while the other held her partially done braid together.
You must have looked like a tomato by the time Wanda came back. She laughed when she saw you sat there looking flustered.
“Oh, Nat what have you done.” She chuckled sending shivers down your spine. “I don’t think I have that skin tone.” She joked and you covered your face again.
Wanda sat beside you on the bed and gently reached out to pry your hands off your face.
“None of that, show me those pretty eyes baby.” Wanda said softly and you pouted at her with a little frown.
“Your too cute.” Natasha said as she finished one braid off with a hand before starting on the next. She planned to pin it into a fancy up-do when she finished the two braids.
You sat up on the bed, folding your legs under you in a Criss-cross pattern while wanda mirrored the pose facing you.
“Alright.” Wanda said. “What kind of look do you want to go for?” She asked.
“I don’t know much about makeup so whatever you think would be best.” You shrugged and Wanda nodded thoughtfully.
“Alright.” She said after a minute of deliberation. “I have an idea. Close your eyes we’re starting with the eye makeup.” Wanda said as she fished around in her makeup kit before pulling out some tape.
Wanda cut and short piece and lined it up tin the edge of your eyes before lightly dusting some black eyeshadow over it. When she brought her finger up to blend it out your breath hitched slightly at the feel of her fingertips on your skin and you prayed she didn’t notice.
Wanda continued working silently. Putting silver eyeshadow on and continuing to blend with her finger.
She removed the tape and curled your eyelashes before adding a waterproof mascara.
The concealer was cold when Wanda applied it and it was refreshing in a way. The way it covered the space under your eyes made you seem much less tired than you normally looked as an ever long suffering insomniac.
Once she had dusted your cheeks with a light blush and put on the finishing details you took note of how her lip had made its way between her teeth, wether from concentration or admiration you were unsure but it was cute regardless.
“Done.” Wanda said and you sighed, not realising the close proximity of her fingers ghosting over your skin had made you subconsciously hold your breath in anticipation.
“You look stunning parker.” Nat said with a little smirk.
“She’s not wrong. You look three-hundred shades of hot right now.” Wanda said and held up a mirror.
Your own breath almost hitched at the person in the mirror.
Wanda had done dark eyes with smoky eyeliner and silver eyeshadow. Your cheekbones were defined and covered in a light blush that shimmered slightly in the light. Your eyelashes looked long and dark bringing out the colour of your eyes.
“Do you like it honey?” Wanda asked.
“I love it.” You said taking your eyes off your reflection to beam at the witch who seemed to preen under your praise.
“Im glad.” Wanda said.
The rest of the time spent getting ready was rather uneventful. Nat’s fingers felt amazing as she grazed your scalp while segmenting and braiding your hair into three sections which Wanda then pinned up into a beautiful spiral.
In the end you were stood dressed in a black dress with an open back, it hugged your curves and showed just the right amount of skin. It had an ankle cut with a slit that reached to your mid thigh. It was strapless with a black ribbon holding the back together in a way that exposed plenty of tanned skin.
You had black heels with silver rhinestones which matched your silver jewellery. You wore a think silver chair and simple hoop earrings. Your rings and jewellery were all your own that you never took off and you always paired it to your outfits and not the other way around.
Wanda placed a hand on your shoulder startling you out of your own thoughts.
“You look amazing stop fretting.” She said. “If you want you can stay with either Nat or I the whole night if it helps with the anxiety.” She posed looking slightly hopeful you would agree to spend the night on her arm.
“I would love that.” You said softly and Wanda nodded happily.
“Then it shall be so my lady. Right this way.” She said swooping into a low bow and taking you on her arm and leading you down the hall.
The party wasn’t as loud as you had been expecting. Part of you had been worried of another issue with your spider senses in such close succession to the attack earlier today, but it seemed that would not be an issue today at least.
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Getting Home Safe
Mushy May In Lucifer's Hollow: Day 4 - First Aid
Secondo x Dewdrop
This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!
~ In Lucifer's Hollow Secondo is the Fire Chief and Dewdrop teaches art at the high school. ~
Warnings: angst regarding someone getting hurt but otherwise just fluff, a little suggestive so nsfw, 18+ mdni, 670 words, thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers and @foxybouquet for helping with Dewdrop's nickname (fuocolino means "little flame")
“You should’ve gone to the hospital.”
Secondo hummed, tilting his head back when Dewdrop’s light fingers continued to clean the cut on his head. He could feel the irritation coming off the fire ghoul in waves. As soon as Secondo had gotten home and Dewdrop had seen the bandage he hadn’t stopped grumbling.
“I wasn’t going to drive all the way to the hospital, fuocolino.” He snaked an arm around the ghoul’s slender waist, trying to bring him closer but the ghoul wouldn’t allow it. “Aether took care of it just fine.”
“It needs stitches.” Dewdrop slipped away from Secondo’s grasp to search through the first aid kit. “We could call Omega I’m sure he wouldn’t mind doing it.”
“Omega is a veterinarian and in case you haven’t noticed I am a man.”
“Trust me I’ve noticed.” A spark of something flitted between them. Secondo debated on getting up and hauling his fire ghoul to their bed but he stayed still, knowing Dewdrop wouldn’t be happy until he’d said his piece. “I just wish you’d be more careful. You’re the Fire Chief aren’t you supposed to stay behind a desk all day?”
There was an edge to his tone that Secondo didn’t like so he stood up, pleased when Dewdrop finally allowed himself to be tugged close.
“My job is to keep this town safe, sÌ?” He raised an eyebrow when Dewdrop stayed silent, only continuing when the ghoul gave a small nod. “Sometimes that means I have to go out there myself.”
“Yeah, yeah I know.” Dewdrop relaxed slightly, leaning against Secondo more. “I don’t need the lecture grandpa.”
“Nonno?” Secondo said the word with a playful growl, sliding his hands just below Dewdrop’s ass and lifting him to set him on the table behind him. “Che monello sei.”
“Did you just call me a brat?” The amber eyes of his ghoul seemed to light up from within and his tail started tapping against the tabletop in agitation. “You better watch it, I've been doing Duolingo an-mmph!”
Dewdrop’s lips were warm, just shy of being hot. The inside of his mouth even more so when Secondo swept his tongue in. His fuocolino channeled his irritation into returning the kiss, the claws on the tips of his fingers digging into Secondo’s shoulders as he held on. After what happened today Secondo just wanted to lose himself in his lover, all he wanted to do was carry him to bed and bury himself inside of him. But he understood Dewdrop’s worry, it was something the ghoul had brought up when they first began dating.
His fuocolino didn’t want to lose another loved one.
Eventually they had to pull away for air, both of them taking deep breaths as their foreheads rested against each other. Secondo carded the fingers of one hand through Dewdrop’s hair, marveling like he always did at the soft, golden strands.
“The only thing I want to do at the end of the day is come home to you.” Dewdrop smiled at Secondo’s words, his tail wrapping around Secondo’s waist. “Even if it’s to you being cross with me.”
“Well sometimes you deserve it.”
Secondo just smiled softly but that was enough for Dewdrop to see he agreed with him. After one last kiss the older man pulled away with a sigh.
“Go ahead and call Omega if that will make you feel better.” He rolled his eyes at the ghoul’s triumphant grin but in truth he was willing to do whatever it took at that moment to make him happy. “But I think he’s on a date with Terzo so prepare to be bitched at in Italian.”
Dewdrop gave him a feral grin before hopping off the table and going for his phone.
“There’s something you should have figured out by now, nonno.” Secondo just raised an eyebrow when Dewdrop moved close again, his phone ringing in his hand and his eyes gleaming with mischief. “The Emeritus brothers don’t scare me.”
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Dance A Little, Dance With Me
After coming out to everyone at the hospital, Buck took Tommy home with him.
"Go take a shower," Buck told him. "I'll make us some dinner."
"I can't believe you did what you did back there," Tommy told him, still sounding a little in disbelief. He pulled Buck close and planted a kiss on his lips.
Buck laughed and gently pushed him away. "You're still covered in soot. Go take a shower and then we can talk."
Tommy wrapped his arms around Buck's waist. "You didn't seem to have a problem back at the hospital."
"That was more in-the-moment kinda thing. But now I'd like you to be all nice and clean so that I can make out with you again," Buck told him and pecked him on the lips one more time. "Now go. The bathroom is to your left. I'll leave some of my clothes out for you."
Tommy sighed and kissed Buck again before letting him go. He went to the bathroom while Buck went to get the clothes. Buck got his favorite pair of gray sweats and his light green "I love hugs" t-shirt that had a blue octopus hugging a heart. He thought it would look cute on Tommy.
Buck tried not to laugh when he went to the bathroom and heard Tommy singing "Sweet Caroline" off-key. He quietly left the clothes on the sink and went to the kitchen.
Buck kept dinner simple and decided to make Bobby's famous mac and cheese. He got everything ready and just as he put the food in the oven, Tommy came back from taking a shower.
"Nice t-shirt," Buck commented, smirking.
Tommy opened his arms and did a little twirl.
Buck went over to Tommy and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him close. "You look super cute."
"I always endeavor to look super cute, thank you very much," Tommy replied and pressed his lips to Buck's.
Buck kissed him back and pushed him against the counter. Without breaking the kiss, Tommy climbed onto the counter behind him and leaned down to keep kissing Buck, while Buck stood in between his legs.
They kissed for what seemed like hours, languidly exploring and mapping out each other's mouths. At some point, Buck trailed kisses down to Tommy's neck and started kissing it. He left a mark on the column of his neck, eliciting a moan from Tommy. He remembered the moan Tommy let out at the hospital and then bit down on another spot.
"Fuck, you keep doing that, and I might end up letting you fuck me," Tommy said breathlessly.
"Well, you're gonna have to teach me how to do that, baby, because I have no fucking clue," Buck told him in between the kisses he left on his neck.
"Oh, I can definitely teach you a thing or two about how I like to be fucked," Tommy told him.
"Good," Buck replied and went back to kissing Tommy's lips.
Just as he slipped his hands inside Tommy's shirt, he smelled something burning, which was then followed by the fire alarm.
"Shit!" Buck jumped back and went to the oven to take out the mac and cheese. He dropped it on the stove and then turned to Tommy, "Hey, can you-"
"Yeah, I got the fire alarm," Tommy replied and went over to the alarm to wave a dish towel in front of it.
Soon the noise from the fire alarm subsided.
Buck remorsefully looked at the burned mac and cheese and sighed. "Guess we're gonna have to get takeout."
"I mean, it doesn't look that bad," Tommy pointed out.
Buck raised an eyebrow at him and Tommy immediately threw his hands up. "Sorry, I was just trying to be supportive."
Buck rolled his eyes and kissed Tommy again. "And you're amazing for doing that," he told him. "Okay, so, what do you wanna eat?"
"Mac and cheese?" Tommy replied with a straight face before he burst out laughing. "Sorry, sorry."
"How about Thai food?" Buck suggested.
Tommy shrugged, "Yeah, I don't mind." He went over to the fridge and opened it. "Do you have any beer?"
"Yeah, I have to stock up but they should be in there somewhere," Buck replied waving in the general direction of the fridge as he ordered takeout.
Once takeout arrived, they sat on the couch eating it with Tommy pressed to Buck's side. They talked about their day and Buck filled him in the previous night and how wasted he and Eddie got.
"You two seriously partied with a bunch of strangers?" Tommy asked.
"Yeah, and we had a shit ton of fun," Buck replied. "I haven't had this much fun since I was in my early 20s."
Tommy picked up his beer and took a sip. "And I doubt Eddie's ever partied like that, considering he joined the army at 19 and then had all these responsibilities in his 20s?"
"You know, I had never considered that," Buck wondered out loud. "I guess that was his first time partying like a 20-year-old."
"I'm sorry I had to leave early," Tommy sighed.
"It's okay. I understand," Buck replied and kissed his temple.
"I do think I know how I can make it up to you, though," Tommy told him. "And also, thank you for cooking tonight."
"I barely cooked," Buck reminded him. "We ended up having to get takeout."
"Doesn't matter. If I hadn't distracted you, we'd be eating the mac and cheese right now."
Buck tilted his head to the side and looked at him. "Okay, so how are you gonna make it up to me?"
Tommy put his takeout container down and got up. He then moved to stand in front of Buck and held out his hand. "Come on."
"Huh?" Buck asked.
"You asked me to teach you how to dance for the wedding but I never got the chance. So lemme teach you now," Tommy replied.
Buck grinned and got up. "What song do you want?"
"Your Song by Elton John," Tommy replied.
"Hildy, play Your Song by Elton John on repeat," Buck told the virtual assistant.
Tommy took Buck's arms and put them around his neck and then put his own hands on Buck's waist. He pulled him close and started swaying him to the music. As they danced, Buck stepped on Tommy's toes a few times, until Tommy chastised him and told him to let him lead. And then they fell into a smooth step. Tommy twirled Buck around and caught him in his arms, making Buck laugh.
By the end of the song, Buck had his head on Tommy's shoulder, while Tommy swayed the both of them.
"Thanks, Tommy," Buck mumbled.
"Thanks for what?" Tommy asked.
"If it wasn't for you, I would have never had the courage to come out to my family and friends," Buck replied.
"Hey, I'm not gonna take credit for that. You're the one who was brave enough to do that," Tommy told him.
"Yeah, but if you hadn't been supportive, then I would have never been able to do that." Buck smiled and looked up at him. "So, thank you." He leaned in and captured Tommy's lips in another kiss.
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I saw your headcanons of a poly relationship with Hanma and Kisaki... and a sudden thought I couldn't stop thinking about slowed on my mind: How would it be a poly relationship with Hanma AND Ran?
I think these are an interesting duo to talk about, like how would they be in the same room? Would they get along?
So I wanted to ask for some headcanons about a poly relationship with Ran and Hanma, if that's okay with you please🙏💗
This ones done a little differently since Ran in the canon doesn't like Hanma so it's more of them both being in a relationship with reader then all 3 of them being together. But it still creates a pretty interesting dynamic...
(There's also some nsfw ones at the end but they're clearly marked so feel free to skip those!)
The dynamic is basically Ran going "this is my girlfriend, reader and her boyfriend Hanma"
Oh they loathe this situation and each other but play nice for your sake. They love you more then they dislike each other.
Try to out do each other often, if Ran goes to hold your hand then Hanma will go to sling his arm over your shoulders
You always wake up with two pairs of arms wrapped around you.
Rindou is pretty interested in this and likes watching the drama between his brother and Hanma. Kisaki just sighs.
They share a lot of pictures and videos they take of you since they both benefit from this
They have rival pet names for you, Ran's "princess" vs Hanma's "sweetheart"
They'll go from both happily smiling at you to glaring at each other when your back is turned.
Hanma doesn't even particularly know why Ran hates him he just plays along with the rivalry (plus he doesn't like sharing you)
They both team up and beat up any guys that try to hit on you or are rude to you though.
There's a date agreement, where they both agree not to bother each other when they're taking you on a date, it works surprisingly well.
If you give affection to Ran then Hanma insists you give him some too. You frequently end up sitting in between them, cuddling with both of them.
Hanma likes to play pranks on Ran and absolutely will wake him up on purpose. (Ran changes the locks on your shared apartment the day after until you talk him round).
You put them both down as emergency contacts but quickly realise that was mistake after the time you fainted and Ran kicked the hospital door off his hinges to see you quicker while Hanma climbed in through the window???? (You put Rindou down after that, you trust him more in these moments).
You have to wear one piece of jewellery they got you each or they'll get jealous.
Nsfw
"He may be longer but we all know I'm thic-" *you threw a shoe at his head before he could finish*
They frequently have contests to see who can make you moan louder or come undone faster.
Both can get very possessive while having sex, frequently tilting your head so you make eye contact with them instead of "him" and liking it when you moan their name instead of "his"
Better have good stamina because they're not satisfied until they both get to finish inside.
They frequently set up a camera so they can watch again later
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Will X Hannibal X Reader: Saviors
Warnings: Fluff, blood, hospitals, injury, knifes, mentions of death, happy ending, no use of y/n.
Word Count: 1,5K
There was a blade sticking out of your ribs. Your hand is wound around the handle of the knife in an attempt to keep it as still as possible. Blood seeps from the wound, drenching the floor beneath you. Your body is in the fetal position. It was meant to be a comforting position but you can’t help but think of the irony of it. You’re going to leave this world in the same position you entered it.
You can no longer feel the sting of the blade but you know better than to try to remove it. You weren’t even supposed to be in the middle of this. You were just an amateur journalist who got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. Will had told you not to go looking for trouble but you didn’t listen. And now here you were, covered in your own blood as you waited for life to fade away from you.
The FBI had gotten an anonymous tip saying that the man they were after had been spotted near his house. It was a dumb move on his part but Will was glad he had done it. His actions were making the FBI’s job easier. Jack had jumped inside his vehicle, Will and Hannibal hot on his trail. The three of them rushed to the location, prepared to find their killer. But that's what they ended up finding.
Will kicked open the door, his hand firmly grasped around his gun. He moved into the house slowly, eyes scanning the place for any sign of movement. You heard the door slam, eyes opening at the sound. Your body shook, heart hammering against your chest as you waited for what was to come. Your killer had come to finish you off. Your death had been sealed as soon as you’d walked into this house and there was nothing you could do about it.
“Clear!”
Jack's familiar voice filled your ears causing you to let out a sigh of relief. They had found you. You opened your mouth to call out his name but you were far too weak to yell. You heard footsteps growing closer to you. Will moved into the kitchen, his eyes immediately falling on your frame. You couldn’t see him from the position you were in but you could tell you were no longer alone.
“Help…please.”
“Jack, call an ambulance!”
“What is it Will, what did you find?”
“Just call a fucking ambulance!”
Jack's eyes fell on your frame, a curse leaving his lips as he watched Will kneel down beside you. Jack turned around, screaming into the living room.
“Doctor Lecter!”
Hannibal came rushing over to Jack with a curious look in his eyes. Jack gestured to where Will was. The doctor glanced over to the kitchen. He watched as Will tried to calm you. Hannibal made his way over to you, kneeling down beside Will.
“She’s lost a lot of blood. I don’t think she’ll make it until the paramedics arrive.”
“You’re a doctor fucking do something!”
The desperation was clear in Will's voice. He’d always had a soft spot for you. It was one of the few things he and Hannibal had in common. A small sound made its way out of your lips causing the two men to look at you. Hannibal pushed his sleeves up before moving to examine your wound. Will grasped your free hand in his own, giving it a squeeze. Your eyes fluttered open at the gesture.
“I need you to let go of the blade darling.”
Slowly you did as Hannibal asked. The doctor's hands made their way to the weapon. You let out a pained gasp causing Will to shush you. Wills hand made its way to your forehead in an attempt to sooth you.
“We need to get her to a hospital.”
“The paramedics will be here soon.”
“She won't make it Jack. We need to move now.”
Hannibal moved closer to your body, his hands wrapping around your frame. He maneuvered you around so that he could lift you into his arms. The sudden movement sent a sharp pain down your body. You screamed out in pain.
“I know darling. I’m sorry it’ll stop soon. We’re gonna fix you up.”
You struggled to breathe, the pain overwhelming you. The rapid beating of Hannibal's heart was the last thing you felt before you fainted.
You groaned as you woke up. The intensity of the lights above you were blinding. You blinked a few times trying to get used to the brightness. Once your eyes seemed to grow accustomed to the light you took in your surroundings. You were in a hospital room, that was obvious. A thick bandage was wrapped around your waist protecting your tender skin. Your fingers moved over the bandage, unconsciously tracing the spot where the blade had punctured you. You felt something soft against your other hand causing you to look to your left. Your eyes softened as you met Will's frame. He was sitting in a chair, his body leaned forward so that his head was resting on the edge of your bed. Your fingers found his curls caressing his scalp with your nails.
“He was up all night.”
Your head snapped at the sound of Hannibal's voice gaze moving to look at him.
“Hungry?”
“Starving.”
Hannibal smiled at you. He made his way to your bed placing a bowl of soup on your bedside table. You moaned at the smell, hands moving to grab the spoon.
“No. Let me.”
Hannibal dipped the spoon into the soup blowing on the contents before guiding the silverware to your lips. You opened your mouth, allowing him to feed you. A satisfied sound escapes you as you taste Hannibal's cooking.
“I think this is the best soup I've ever had.”
“Near death experiences often make us value the simple things in life.”
Your lips tug into a sad smile at Hannibal's words. He seems to notice the shift in the atmosphere. His hand moves to your chin, lifting your head so that you’re looking at him. There were tears welling up in your eyes. The sight makes Hannibal's heart hurt.
“I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“If you and Will hadn't been there i would-”
“But we were there.”
“I know but-”
“Dwelling on the past won't allow you to change it. The best thing you can do is look forward.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“I’m going to buy you a piece of cake. Would that cheer you up?”
You let out a laugh, rubbing your tears away.
“It would. Thank you Hannibal.”
“My pleasure.”
Hannibal placed a kiss on your forehead before rising from his chair and making his way to the door. You relaxed into your bed, glancing at Will once again. He was still fast asleep. Your hands made their way back to his hair, continuing your caresses. He shifted under your touch, eyes opening slowly as he lifted his head. You smiled at him, hand moving to caress his cheek. He wrapped his hand around yours pulling your palm closer to his lips so that he could kiss it.
“Good morning sleepy head.”
“Morning. How are you feeling?”
“Honestly? Like shit.”
“Yeah that sounds about right.”
“You’re back must be killing you.”
“Don’t worry about me, I used to not getting a good night's rest.”
You inched yourself more to the right, careful not to hit your wound. You patted the empty spot beside you. Will shook his head at your request.
“You need to rest.”
“I’ll rest better if i know you're with me.”
Will let out a groan. He knew how stubborn you could be when you wanted something. It was no use fighting you. So he rose from his seat and climbed up onto your bed. You leaned your face towards his, noses brushing against each other. Will's hand found your cheek, his thumb moving over the skin. You closed your eyes letting out a tired sigh. Will place a kiss to your lips making you open your eyes. You glanced at his face, watching the worry lines form on his temple.
“What is it Will?”
“Promise you won’t be reckless like that again.”
“I can’t promise that Will. You know I can't. Our jobs are always putting us in danger. That's just how it is.”
“You don’t have to be in danger alone though. You could have called me.”
“I can’t risk getting you hurt.”
“And what makes you think I can risk losing you?”
You kissed Will again leaning your forehead against his.
“I promise I'll be more careful.”
“That’s all I ask.”
You let out a yawn making Will smile. He tugged you closer to him so that he could wrap his arms around your shoulder. You nuzzle into his chest sighing as sleep takes over your body.
Hannibal walked into the room with a piece of cake in his hand. His eyes found yours and Will's frame. He observed the way the two of you slept, your hands clinging onto each other. He placed the cake down on the bedside table before taking a seat. He put a hand on your back, drawing small circles on the bare skin. No one would hurt you again. Not if he and Will had anything to say about it.
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Matt & Me🎀
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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.
fem! reader x singer! matt
disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.
warnings - none i dont think
y/nn = your nickname for anyone confused🩷
Chapter 4
It was already Christmas 1959, and I had no idea what to get Matt. I walked through the crowded streets of Wiesbaden, windowshopping, trying to get ideas. Picking out gifts for the family had always been easy, since we always knew exactly what was wanted or needed; in fact, we often made our gifts for one another. On this occasion my father gave me thirty-five dollars to spend on Matt, and it seemed a vast amount to me when I set out on this freezing cold day. I was slapped with the reality when I noticed a beautiful hand-made cigar box with porcelain outlining and a decorative design. Matt, a cigar smoker, would have loved it. But after the shopkeeper told me the price, 650 Deutsche marks or $155, all I walked out with was my expensive taste.
It was snowing heavily and I hurried into another shop, this one full of bright toys, including a solidly built toy German train that I could imagine Matt instantly setting up in his living room. But the train cost 2,000 Deutsche marks.
Heading home in the dark, on the verge of tears, I spotted a music store, where a pair of bongo drums inlaid with gleaming brass were displayed in the window. They were forty dollars, but the clerk took mercy on me and sold them for thirty-five. As I headed home I was beset by a thousand doubts, convinced that the drums were the least romantic of gifts.
I must have asked Nate Doe and David Jones twenty times if they thought the drums were appropriate. “Oh sure,” Nate said. “Anything you give him, he’ll like.” I still wasn’t convinced.
On the night we exchanged gifts, Matt emerged from his dad’s room and drew me to one corner of the living room, where he handed me a small wrapped box, in it, a delicate gold watch with a diamond set on the lid and a ring with a pearl bracketed by two diamonds.
I had never owned anything so beautiful, nor had any smile ever warmed me as Matt’s did then. “I’ll cherish these forever,” I told him, and he made me put them on right away and took me around to show everyone.
I waited as long as possible to give Matt my present. Laughing, he said, “Bongos! Just what I always wanted!” Matt could see that I didn’t believe him; he was better at giving than receiving. “Charlie,” he persisted, “didn’t I need some bongos?”
Motioning for me to sit next to him at the piano, he started playing “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” with such emotion that I couldn’t look up for fear he’d see I was crying. When at last I couldn’t resist meeting his eyes, I saw that he too was holding back tears.
It was not until many days later that I discovered a whole closet full of bongo drums, mine not included, in the basement. The fact that my white elephants had not been throw into the closet but instead were prominently displayed beside his guitar made me love him all the more.
As the days passed I began to dread the day of Matt’s departure. By January he was already packing, and each night I spent with him became more precious than the one before.
Then, just as the weather turned freezing cold, Matt was sent out on field maneuvers for ten days, and if there was anything Matt hated, it was having to sleep outside on the frozen ground.
The morning after he left, it began to snow and by afternoon it was a blizzard. As Michelle and I were driving home from school with my mother, I turned on the radio, just in time to hear a late-breaking news bulletin.
“Sorry to interrupt, folks, but it was just reported that Corporal Matt Sturniolo has been rushed from field maneuvers to a hospital in Frankfurt, suffering from an acute attack of tonsillitis. Matt, if you’re listening, we all hope you get well real soon.”
Frantic with worry, I called the hospital, hoping to learn more about his condition. To my surprise, when the operator heard my name she put me right through, saying Corporal Sturniolo had left word to do so if I called.
“I’m a sick man, Little One,” Matt rasped. “I need you by my side. If it’s okay with your folks, I’ll send David for you right now.”
Of course my parents gave me permission to go to the hospital, and an hour later I entered his room, just as the nurse was leaving. Matt was propped up in bed with a thermometer in his mouth, surrounded by dozens of floral arrangements.
The moment the nurse was gone, Matt took the thermometer out of his mouth, lit a match, and carefully held it under the thermometer. Then he stuck the thermometer back in his mouth and slumped down on the bed just as the door opened and the nurse returned, carrying in even more flowers.
Smiling warmly to her famous patient, she took the thermometer out of Matt’s mouth, looked at it, and gasped, “A hundred and three. Why, Matt, you’re really sick. I’m afraid you’ll have to stay here at least a week.”
Matt nodded mutely as the nurse fluffed up his pillows, filled his water glass, and left the room. Then he burst out laughing, jumped out of bed, and took me in his arms.
He despised maneuvers, and since the weather was so bad and everyone was so worried about his voice, his answer was tonsillitis. Already susceptible to catching colds, Matt learned to dramatize his sickness with a little flick of a match.
It was March 1, 1960, the night before Matt was to leave Germany to return to the States.
We were lying on his bed, our arms around each other. I was in a state of complete despair.
“Oh, Matt,” I said, “I just wish there were some way you could take me with you. I can’t stand the thought of life without you. I love you so much.”
I began sobbing, my anguish overcoming my control.
“Shhh, Baby,” Matt whispered. “Try to calm down. There’s nothing we can do.”
“I’m just afraid you’ll forget me the moment you land,” I cried.
He smiled and kissed me gently. “I’m not going to forget you, y/nn. I’ve never felt this way about another girl. I love you.”
“You do?” I was stunned. Matt had said that I was special before, but he’d never said that he loved me. I wanted so badly to believe him, but I was frightened of getting hurt. I’d read some of Nicole’s letters, and I was sure Matt was on his way back to her open arms.
Holding me close, he said, “I’m torn with the feelings I have for you. I don’t know what to do. Maybe being away will help me understand what I really feel.”
That night our lovemaking took on a new urgency. Would I ever see him again, be in his arms the way I had been nearly every night for the past six months? I missed him already. I could not bear the thought of the night ending and our saying goodbye for what I thought would be the last time. I wept and wept until my body ached with pain.
For the last time I begged him to finally have sex with me. It would have been so easy for him. I was young, vulnerable, desperately in love, and he could have taken complete advantage of me. But he quietly said, “No. Someday we will, y/n, but not now. You’re just too young.”
I lay awake all that night and early the next morning I was back at 18 Hauptstrasse, lost in the midst of a large group of people milling about the living room. They were waiting to say goodbye to Matt, who was upstairs finishing his last-minute packing. Knowing that I alone would be accompanying him to the airport gave me little comfort.
When Matt came downstairs, he laughed and joked with everyone there. Finally, after saying his last goodbye, Matt turned to me. “Okay, Little One, it’s time to go.”
I nodded glumly and followed him out the door. Oblivious to the drizzling rain, hundreds of fans were waiting outside. When they saw Matt they went crazy, begging him to sign autographs. When he finished he jumped into the waiting car and pulled me in behind him. As the door slammed, the driver accelerated and we sped toward the airport.
We rode for a long while in silence, both of us lost in thought. Matt was gazing out the window, frowning over the falling rain. “I know it’s not going to be easy for you to go back to being a schoolgirl again after being with me, y/nn, but you’ve got to. I don’t want you to be sitting around moping after I leave, Little One.”
I started to protest, but he silenced me. “Try to have a good time, write to me every chance you get. I’ll look forward to your letters. Get pink stationery. Address them to Nate. That way I’ll know they’re from you. I want you to promise me you’ll stay the way you are. Untouched, as I left you.”
“I will,” I promised.
“I’ll look for you from the top of the ramp. I don’t want to see a sad face. Give me a little smile. I’ll take that with me.”
Then, handing me his combat jacket and the sergeant’s stripes he’d recently been
awarded, he said, “I want you to have these. It shows you belong to me.” After that, he held me tight.
As we approached the airport, the cheers of the waiting crowds grew louder. We drove as close to the runway as possible, then Matt turned to me and said, “This is it, Baby.”
We got out as cameras flashed, reporters shouted, and screaming fans pressed toward us. Matt held my hand and walked across the runway apron until the guard, who was there to escort Matt to the plane, stopped me from going further.
Matt gave me a brief hug and whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll call you when I get home, Baby, promise.”
I nodded, but before I could answer, we were pulled apart as the crowd rushed in. I was swept away by hundreds of fans, pushing and pulling, trying to get to him. I cried, “Matt!” but he never heard me.
He ran up the boarding steps. Then he turned and waved to the crowd, his eyes searching for me. I waved frantically, as did hundreds of other fans, yet he found me, and for one more brief moment, our eyes locked. Then he disappeared. Just like that.
My parents came to the airport to drive me back to Wiesbaden. During the long ride I was silent.
Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.
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a/n - sad chapter 😪 (sorry its shorter than ones before)🎀
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🥀Memories🥀
Baji Keisuke x female reader
PART 2 HERE
AU where everyone is alive and friends until they got into a fight and went their separate ways (except you and Baji, who stayed friends and eventually dated)
⚠️Trigger Warnings ⚠️ blood, death, crying, robbery (is that even a warning???), Guns
This was just supposed to be a normal date with your boyfriend, so why?
Why could you hear muffled screams inside the cafe?
Why were their masked people, stuffing money into bags?
Why were you on your knees?
Why were you grasping your chest?
Why was there blood oozing out from between your fingers?
Why were there two bullet holes right where your heart is?
Why could you hear your boyfriend's muffled screams for you to stay awake?
Why could you see, with your blurry vision, the tears that streamed down your dear Keisuke's cheeks?
Why was Kei now carrying you on his back?
Why were your arms lightly wrapped around his neck, your grasp loosening every second?
"Y/N, stay awake, please, I'm begging you..." Keisuke's voice wavered as he spoke to you, running as fast as he could towards the nearest hospital.
"Kei..." you called, voice low and exhausted. "I won't make it, don't tire yourself."
"No! You're staying awake! You're staying with me! You're surviving this, you hear me?!" Your heart ached at your dear boyfriend, you didn't like it when his voice shook. It barely ever did. The only time you remember him being this scared was when his mom got severely injured in an accident. But, you found it hard to keep your eyes open any longer. Your eyelids felt heavier than Burj Khalifa. (This sounds kinda outta place in such a serious moment)
"I wish...I could've seen them...one last...time," a tear finally found its way out your tear glands and down your cheek.
Memories started flooding your brain in your last minutes
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"Kei, I'm so sorry.." you shut your eyes closed as a twelve year old Baji looked at you confusedly.
"What are you talking about?"
Before you could even answer, Kazutora had already dumped a bucket of cold water on Baji's head.
"I'M SORRY!! I WAS BRIBED WITH ICE CREAM AND ANIME!!" You frantically screamed as you made your escape, Kazutora not far behind.
"COME BACK HERE YOU FUCKERS!!!" Baji angrily ran after the two of you, as you hysterically laughed.
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"Guys look!" Sanzu barged into Toman's hideout, holding a katana in his hand.
"Wooah! A katana?! Where'd you get it from?" Chifuyu asked in awe.
"I bought it!" The proud smile on Haruchiyo's face made your mischievous demons whisper to you.
Without a second thought, you snatched the katana and took it out of its cover thingy.
"HAAH?! GIVE IT BACK!" The pink haired male called after you as you ran away, katana in hand.
"NEVER!!!" You saw Mikey in the distance and decided to mess around.
Long story short, you ended up getting lectured by Mamasuya for almost injuring Toman's president.
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Many photos passed your mind, you and Chifuyu reading manga, you and the girls hanging out at the mall, you being Mitsuya's fashion model.
No words could explain the deep wave of regret which you felt that moment. The fight was over a trivial matter, but it ended up splitting you up. You never even got the chance to apologize to anyone.
"Kei, could you...maybe tell everyone I'm sorry? Make up with them for me, ok?"
"Y/N, you apologize to them yourself, once you get out of the hospital." The tears streaming down his face only increased.
"I'm sorry Kei, I love you..." your arms suddenly went limp around Keisuke's neck. Your skin went cold. The short frantic breaths you were heaving a second ago stopped.
Baji's steps slowed and came to a compete halt. His eyes widened, his breathing picked up.
He had, just now, and in his own arms, lost the love of his life. And what made it worse, the engagement ring in his pocket, the one he never got to give you.
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Hello there hoomans! What a lovely day for angst 😍! In case you didn't notice (I'm sure you did) this was very much inspired by Emma's death 😈)
Ahhh, I sure love writing heart breaking angst
Anyways, hope you liked it!
Kazutora out! 🐯
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“Well, when I was on my first day in the recording studio, Baz wanted me to get as close to performing as possible,” he says, searching his mind for that day years back. “He had all the executives and everybody from RCA, who were back in the offices, he brought them into the recording studio and he goes, ‘I want you all to sit facing Austin,’...and he told them to heckle me. So then they were making fun of me and stuff while I was singing.” There was, of course, a reason behind the humiliation. “When we were filming this moment when Elvis first goes on stage and he’s getting heckled by the audience, I knew what that felt like,” he says. “I went home in tears that night. I really did.”
Austin Butler for VMAN 49 Fall-Winter 2022 issue. (X)
#austin butler#elvis movie#elvis#interview#dude... Baz#wtf?!#my poor baby#no wonder he was so nervous here#and ended up at the hospital after wrapping#I mean#I get why Baz did it#diamonds are created under pressure#and the end result is EPIC#but still :P#I'm very protective of him#can't help it
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I can't believe pearlboy ended like that.
Like?
who tf is going to pay for this emotional damage???
I am not even gonna start with how rushed this was. And the way it ended??? So many things were left unanswered, and I still don't know if they drowned or not. Like wtf, author?
My boys deserved sm better!
#magg thots vol. ii#pearl boy#after chapter 74 (aka hospital scene) this manhwa went down hill#so much wasted potential#this is exactly why you don't push various angst scenes because then you cannot even wrap it up and give the audience a decent ending#i wish it wasnt like this but cant do anything now#hope the epilogue will be worth it#kang dooshik#jin jooha#seashell boy
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Monday my coworker cleared his throat on me when talking to me for 3 minutes, and I immediately put on a mask, disinfected and moved everything I had to the conference room because he obviously had something. I also immediately told my boss who "was wondering if he should send him home". All of that, but apparently that was enough to get me sick.
Here's the thing, and I know this isn't how it works, I got it from a coworker at work and did EVERYTHING in my power to not get it so i could continue work, so I should get my sick days paid even though I don't have any more PTO. I'm still going to work with a mask on in the warehouse because I, specifically, am needed to complete physical inventory which is incredibly important, but I had to go home at 3pm because I was on the verge of fainting. If I cannot complete these last 2 weeks of work, my company will fall apart, which is why I gave a 5 week notice instead of 2 and delayed starting my new job. I know "fuck this company", but I have enough pride to not want things to be worse than they already are because I Built This Place. I want all the systems I designed to work.
Tldr if a coworker got me sick because my boss didn't send him home when he knew he should, and I took measures to limit my exposure right after being exposed, then I should get my sick hours paid.
#totes bro#all of this to say my boss is PISSED at the coworker even though he shares culpability#which fair anyway but im here to close out the books and wrap up the year as well as document everything#as well as I am literally the only person other than my boss working next week because i always dont take Christmas week off#but that means im covering#i dont take Christmas week off because i don't celebrate Christmas and i want people who do to have their time#because thats important to them when for me its just that i can opportunistically have over a week off while only taking 3 days#Im leaving im leaving im leaving finally i have done what you guys say#but i am so annoyed and sad#i cannot explain how critical it is for me to be here at end of year to close things out regardless of whether or not i leave#the whole company had to shift work schedules because my wife was in the hospital once and i couldn't come in#but now im leaving#i know fuck this company they shouldn't have one person who is the linchpin and they brought this upon themselves#'in exchange for some pto now you are allowed 10 texts that i will respond to after i leave'#generous!
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oh god all this time ive been thinking abt charlie snapping... I NEVER THOUGHT ABT FRANK SNAPPING CUZ IN S15 HE FOUND OUT CHARLIES NOT AS ‘LOYAL’ AS HE THOUGHT.. DUDE... the difference in treatment where the gang is totally willing to just throw Frank to the fuckin trashcans (or a nursing home) but they are there to help Charlie when he’s like miserable still over his father dying.. just like in the christmas ep..
#i still think charlie has them wrapped around his finger so yknow. sinister look into the camera at the end while the gang are huggin him#charlie could be hiding a murder torture dungeon full of [redacted] in the basement n the gang would still be there for him. its bad.#charlie is patrick bateman and the gang are all Jean LOL#AGAIN LIKE FRANK SNAPPED N TRIED TO SCEW EM ALL OVER IN S16 BUT IT BACKFIRES HE WINDS UP IN THE HOSPITAL N UH#CHARLIE PULLS THE PLUG AFTER TELLING THE GANG TO GO GET LUNCH/COFFEE OR SMTH#PLS ID LOVE IT#WE SEE HOW FRANK DIES N CHARLIE IS JUST. GONNA BECOME THE NEW FRANK#DUDE#some ppl will have a Shining review takeaway where they think charlie became 'possessed' by frank which is not the case#its been building in charlie for a WHILLLLE now#but still. oh itd be so GOOD#'ill always have ur back charlie' FEELS LIKE BAD FORESHADOWING
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porque de repente extrano tanto de la toxica?
#lmfaoooo#nvm sometimes im like i miss that person then i remember tht she knowingly tried to trigger me when i was already on the verge of psychosis#like while i was trying to get sleep after being up for 54 hrs she put a recorder under my pillow & said tht she was in the bathroom hurt#& then started screaming#& when i got up a freaked out she was like 'no that never happened i think you need to go to the hospital#THEN AFTER SHE GASLIT THE SHIT OUT OF ME I FOUND THE RECORDER && THE RECORDING GENIUS#WHO FUCKING DOES THAT#see this is y i dont get involved with anyone bc everytime i do i get traumatized even more#& like but what i dont understand is why?? what was the end goal for her? like i cant wrap my brain around it.#idk i honestly think she just liked playing with me & seeing how far she could go with it ugh#even before i blocked her number i waited for 3 months for a maybe apology that i never got & probably never will get#& im learning to be okay with situations where i dont get closure from someone who hurt me#im glad im typing this out bc it really was so fucked up & i have no good reason to miss someone like that#she was never the person i thought she was so like theres noone to miss?
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Not to be a huge debbie downer or anything, but I honestly don’t know when I’ll be on here for the foreseeable future, because bad stuff has just been happening lately (reason below - tw: hospitals, tw: gore mention, tw: grandparents / old people) (it’s bunches of family drama too, so be warned I may not sound the nicest down there)
Both of my grandparents on my mom’s side are in the hospital right now. My pawpaw (as I call my grandpa), had been slowly deteriorating for months now - for a year or two actually, with growing dementia and jumping to past events, and absentmindedly (again, tw: gore mention) chewing his fingers off literally. I’ve seen his hands change and it’s not the most fun to say the least. He’s only been in and out of hospitals and service homes for I guess half a year? But he’s really gone downhill these last couple weeks though, not breathing well but being lucid enough to refuse breathing help like a tube, and plenty of other things I won’t really say (even though my grandma loves to text every detail to everyone).
My granna (my grandma; her name’s anna, so granna) fell in the hospital parking lot just now. Got staples in because she had a bit of blood on her brain; only let my mom know about it so as “not to worry the rest of the family”. My mom’s driving over to the hospital (while a tropical storm is coming through! yay!) to be with her in case decisions need to be made on her part.
And, to be perfectly honestly, I absolutely don’t care, while also feeling frustrated and upset about it. This side of my family has never really been kind (for the most part; one uncle and a couple cousins are cool, one of which being the cousin that introduced me to tumblr rp and everything, so I’m very thankful and kinda close to her still). When I was a little kid I never really noticed, but in my middle / high school years, and especially as an adult, these people just haven’t really cared about my immediate family at all. Most of this is emotional / mental abuse towards my mother during her time at the family business (stuff I won’t get into because it’s not my place), but also just not wanting to be a part of our lives and not including us in theirs, to the point where (as the adult I am now) they just feel like distant strangers. I’m not saying my grandparents specifically are in the latter camp; they’ve expressed love for my brother and I throughout the years. But as my grandpa had really started to mellow out / not really take in the world too much outside of food and the occasional conversation, my grandmother had gotten more noticeably self-centered with every remark. It didn’t help that my mom’s relationship with them worsened and I saw and heard her feelings firsthand about what kind of people they were versus what had changed or stayed the same about them, but they have truly felt so distant for the past few years especially.
Yet, despite that, and despite feeling much more okay about their passing once it happens, I know I’ll still be upset about it. I know that, despite her feelings, my mom is upset about it and will become more upset by it once it happens. My brother has so much more empathy and love for them than I can muster; he sobbed just looking at our grandfather when he agreed to go up and visit on Monday. I know other family members that I haven’t seen in years - in a couple cases probably a literal decade - will have varying degrees of feelings over it as well. And I know that’s all understandable and okay. That I don’t love these two people as much as I did anymore, and that I know I’m more upset for the people I love much more hurting around me. But that I’m still feeling upset over it, whether through the remnants of love I have for these people, or for the outpouring of love and comfort I want to give to my immediate family when the time comes.
My grandparents on my dad’s side died really suddenly. In the hospital for less than a week each (granted a few years apart from one another), and then suddenly they were gone. Really finally understanding the flipside of it with my grandfather - the slow crawl and loss of functions or mobility - only kind of makes my feelings on this worse. In part because - I know I’ve probably sounded really rude, but forgive me for sounding extremely rude and distasteful - I expected him to die so many times already, knowing that nobody (not even himself) likes how he’s living now. And then my grandmother reaching out to my mom for support once more, when that’s all she’s ever done...it really feels too annoying and heartbreaking. Find a different person who cares.
I just really needed to vent about this. I know this isn’t the best place for it, but I don’t want to clog friend discords with it since so much has been happening everywhere as is. If besties see this especially, hello and I love you bunches~ I’ll probably still respond to discord stuff, just know I may not be in the highest of spirits.
#;big bubble blowing baby! ( ooc )#tw: gore mention#tw: hospital#tw: grandparents#tw: old age#( really don't know how many people are truly triggered by the passage of time but w/e#please reply or dm if you think i need to add another tag#i should probably add drama but that's usually for on-site drama so#shrugs#i feel better after writing out but aaaaaaa what a way to be nearing the end (mostly) of my college career!!#i've noticed throughout this month that i haven't been as jolly in general either#like i'd be bouncing off the walls for christmas#but with a combination of trying to figure out my own life outside of college and now all this coming to a head#yeah it hasn't been a fun wrapping up of the year#for some reason my mom leaving at midnight to there for her ungrateful mother was what got me#maybe deep down i'm really petty and lack empathy for that side of the family#maybe i know that and i just don't care yet also care a lot )
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Don’t Touch Her
Lando Norris x Reader
Summary: Lando will do whatever it takes to ensure your safety after the unthinkable almost happens during a night out
Warnings: spiked drink, attempted SA, descriptions of seizure, hospitalization, and the implied murder of a minor character
You sway your hips to the pulsing beat, the colorful lights of the club flashing across your skin. Lando’s hands rest lightly on your waist, guiding you to the music. You lean into him, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the tang of sweat in the humid air.
“I’m parched,” you say, turning to face him. “Want me to grab you a drink?”
He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I can get them, love. You keep dancing.”
You shake your head, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips. “I need to get off my feet for a bit anyway. Same as usual?”
“Please. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”
You make your way through the crowded dance floor, weaving around gyrating bodies and flailing limbs. The bar is packed, patrons jostling for the bartenders’ attention. You manage to wedge yourself into a tiny gap, shouting your order over the commotion.
While waiting for the drinks, you check your phone. A few missed texts from friends, asking where you are. You fire back quick responses before pocketing the device just as the bartender slides two glasses toward you.
Vodka cranberry for you, rum and coke for Lando. You pass over a few bills, waving away the change, and turn to head back to the dance floor.
You take a long sip of your drink as you walk, the bubbly sweetness refreshing after all that dancing.
Lando is easy to spot, standing out due to the size of the crowd surrounding him. He smiles when he sees you coming, his whole face lighting up. Your heart flutters at the way he looks at you, like you’re the only person in the room.
You’re halfway to him when the first wave of dizziness hits. You stumble, drinks sloshing over your hands. Sudden nausea swirls in your gut. The room starts to spin, lights blurring into a kaleidoscope.
“Hey ...” You blink hard, trying to clear the fog creeping over your thoughts. “I don’t … feel so good.”
The glasses slide from your grip, shattering on the floor. You try to take a step toward Lando and the ground rushes up to meet you. Strong hands grab your arms, keeping you from collapsing completely.
“Whoa there, looks like someone started the party a little early.” The voice is unfamiliar, masculine with a hint of mocking laughter. You try to pull away but your limbs feel like lead.
“No, I ...” You shake your head, which only makes the dizziness worse. Through your dimming vision you can see Lando pushing through the crowd, his eyes wide.
“C’mon, there’s a back door this way. Let’s get you some air.” The man starts to guide you away, arms wrapped around your shoulders. Panic shoots through you and you try again to wrench yourself free, but it’s useless.
The cold night air hits you as the door swings open. The alley swims before you, dingy bricks and overflowing dumpsters. The man keeps walking, bearing you along while your weak protests fall on deaf ears.
Fear claws at your insides. You catch a glimpse of streetlights at the other end of the alley before he steers you into the shadows halfway down.
“S-stop,” you mumble, tongue heavy in your mouth. He just chuckles, pressing you against the brick wall.
“Shh, just relax. I’ll take good care of you.” His hand squeezes your thigh, rucking up your dress. Somewhere in the recesses of your fading mind, terror shrieks at you to fight, to run, but your traitorous body refuses to respond.
As the man leans in, the alley floods with light. Heavy footsteps pound on the pavement.
“Get your hands off her!” Lando’s voice booms with more fury than you’ve ever heard from him. The man holding you whirls around just as Lando’s fist connects with his jaw. He reels back with a cry, grip loosening. Lando catches you before you can slide to the ground.
“Hey, hey, I’ve got you.” His touch is infinitely gentle compared to the bruising hold of the stranger. He strokes your hair back from your face, eyes searching yours. “Can you hear me, love?”
You try to respond but only manage a faint whimper. Lando swears under his breath. Scooping you into his arms, he carries you swiftly from the alley. You press your face to his chest, clinging to him like a lifeline as he strides toward the street. Each jostling step sends the world spinning again.
Something is wrong. Terribly wrong.
Lando lowers you onto a bench outside the club, brushing his knuckles over your cheek. “Talk to me, please. What’s happening?”
You lick your dry lips, forcing words out with monumental effort. “Dizzy … everything … blurry ...”
Lando’s face creases with worry. He pulls out his phone to dial for help, but pauses when you suddenly convulse, muscles seizing. Your back arches, head slamming against the hard bench.
“Shit! Hold on, I’ve got you.” Lando slides his hand under your head, cradling it gently as the seizure wracks your body. Tears stream down his face as he murmurs soothing words, helpless to do anything but wait it out.
After endless moments, the convulsions stop. You go limp, gasping raggedly. The world fades in and out of focus, Lando’s anguished face floating above you.
“Please, baby, stay with me,” he begs, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips. “The ambulance will be here any second.”
You try to respond but darkness crowds the edges of your vision. The last thing you see before slipping into unconsciousness is Lando bent over you, shoulders shaking with sobs as he clutches your motionless hand.
***
Beeping.
Hushed voices.
The astringent scent of disinfectant.
You drift somewhere between waking and oblivion, grasping at fractured memories.
Lando’s face, streaked with tears.
Dancing bodies.
Pulsing lights.
The weight of unwanted hands, dragging you into the shadows.
With a sharp inhale, your eyes fly open. You’re in a hospital room, IV line taped to the back of your hand. Pale morning light filters through the blinds. The beeping comes from a monitor tracking your heartbeat.
“Hey.” Lando sits in a chair beside the bed, leaning forward when he sees you’re awake. His eyes are rimmed with red, hair disheveled. “How are you feeling?”
You try to speak but your throat is painfully dry. Lando grabs a cup of water, angling the straw so you can sip. The cool liquid soothes like a balm, washing away the cottony feeling in your mouth.
“What … what happened?” You rasp out finally.
Lando’s expression turns grim. “Someone drugged you at the club. Probably targeting an easy robbery, but ...” His jaw clenches, hands balling into fists. “If I had been even a few seconds later, he would have ...”
Unable to finish the thought, Lando buries his face in his hands. His shoulders tremble. Your heart aches, and you reach out to comb gentle fingers through his hair.
“But you weren’t,” you say softly. “You saved me.”
He looks up, eyes shining wetly. “I never should have let you out of my sight. If I lost you ...” His breath hitches, raw anguish written across his face.
“Hey, no.” You catch his hand, squeezing firmly. “This wasn’t your fault. You found me in time. That’s all that matters.”
Fresh tears spill down Lando’s cheeks. He brings your entwined hands to his lips, pressing a trembling kiss to your knuckles.
“I was so scared,” he chokes out. “Seeing you like that, helpless, shaking ...” He clenches his jaw, looking away. “And not being able to do anything. Just having to watch ...”
He breaks off with a shuddering breath. You tug gently on his hand, urging him up from the chair. He perches on the edge of the bed, enveloping you in his tender arms. You cling to each other, tears mingling as the enormity of what almost happened sinks in.
After long moments, Lando pulls back to cup your face in both hands. He searches your eyes, still flooded with relief and lingering fear.
“I could have lost you,” he repeats in a shattered whisper.
You cover his hands with your own. “But you didn’t. I’m right here. With you.”
His breath leaves him a rush, the frightened tension easing from his frame. Leaning in, he rests his forehead against yours. The beeping monitor and distant hospital noises fade away, leaving just the two of you suspended in this quiet intimacy.
When Lando finally lifts his head, the fire in his eyes makes your heart stutter.
“I love you,” he says, low and fervent.
You meet Lando’s intense gaze, equally overcome by emotion.
“I love you too,” you breathe.
He cradles your face again, thumbs sweeping feather-light over your cheeks. Slowly, he leans in and presses his lips to yours in a kiss that steals your breath. It’s soft yet saturates you with his passion, fear, relief — every shade of the feelings coursing between you in this moment. You sink into it, hands coming up to twist in his rumpled shirt, keeping him close.
When he pulls back, you’re both a little breathless. Lando smooths your hair, regret pinching his features.
“I should let you rest. The doctor said you’ll probably feel weak and foggy for a few days.”
You give a small shrug. “I don’t feel that bad right now. Just … stay with me?”
He smiles softly. “Of course, love.”
Settling next to you on top of the sheets, he loops an arm around your shoulders. You nestle against him, comforted by his familiar warmth and scent. For a long moment, you simply savor being wrapped in this bubble of solace.
“Do they know who did it yet?” You finally ask, unable to quell your lingering unease about the attack.
Lando shakes his head. “The police looked at security footage but the guy’s face wasn’t visible. They’re still investigating.”
You nod, chewing your lip. Lando tilts your chin up to meet his eyes.
“I won’t let him get away with this,” he says, quiet but fierce. “I’ll do whatever it takes to find him and make sure he never hurts anyone again.”
There’s cold fury underlying his tone that you’ve never heard from him before. It reminds you viscerally of that brief glimpse in the alley — Lando transformed in the heat of protective rage.
But now the fire in his eyes is fanned and smoldering. A determination that won’t relent.
He tightens his arm around you, pressing his lips to your hair. You settle against his chest again, comforted by the steady thump of his heartbeat.
***
A few days later, you’re curled up on the couch with Lando, a movie playing quietly in the background. You’re mostly zoning out, still feeling residual exhaustion. Lando plays idly with your hair, a comforting sensation.
When your phone buzzes with an alert, you grab it lazily, expecting a text from a friend. Instead, a news headline makes you bolt upright.
Lando notices your change in demeanor.
“What is it, love?”
“That man, the one from the club … he was found dead. I would recognize his face anywhere.”
You continue to scan the article. “Doesn’t specify much, just that he was found in an abandoned building across town. Ruled a homicide but no suspects or motive yet.”
You wordlessly tilt the phone screen for him to see. He looks at it blankly, face impassive.
“Oh. Well, perhaps some justice has been served after all.”
You narrow your eyes at his mild tone. “Did you ...”
“Did I what?”
“Have something to do with this?”
Lando presses a hand to his chest, feigning offense. “Me? Now why would you think that?”
“Lando.” You level him with a knowing look. “Did you?”
He meets your gaze steadily for a moment before sighing. “I told you I’d make sure he never hurt anyone again. A man like that doesn’t deserve to keep stealing breaths.”
You absorb this, unsure how to feel. “So you ...”
“I didn’t personally do anything,” Lando hedges. “But I have … connections. People who know people who can handle things quietly.”
You bite your lip. “You had him killed.”
Lando takes your hands in his. “Hey. Look at me. That bastard drugged you, dragged you into an alley. He would have ...” His jaw flexes. “I did what needed to be done to keep you and others safe.”
“I just ...” You wrestle with your conflicted emotions. “I don’t know how I feel about you essentially ordering a hit.”
He drags a hand over his mouth. When he speaks, his voice is low and controlled. “All that matters is he can’t hurt you or anyone else now. Try to remember what he did to you — how you felt. Helpless. Frightened. I wasn’t about to let him continue terrorizing women.”
You take a shaky breath. “No, you’re right. It’s just a lot to wrap my head around.”
Lando caresses your cheek. “You have the biggest, kindest heart of anyone I know. But some people are simply too dangerous to be allowed to go on hurting people. I don’t take this lightly, but there are times when permanent solutions are necessary. Do you understand?”
Up close, you can see the storm of emotions he’s battling to contain. Anger, satisfaction, hints of doubt and guilt. You cup his face.
“Thank you,” you whisper. “For protecting me, even if it meant ...”
Lando closes his eyes, leaning into your touch. “I would do anything for you. Anything to keep you safe.” His thumb strokes along your jaw. “You never have to worry. You’ll always be safe with me. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you, no matter what.”
His voice rings with quiet conviction. You cover his hand with your own, meeting his solemn gaze. In this moment, you truly comprehend the depths he’s willing to go for you.
“I know you will,” you whisper. “Thank you. For everything you’ve done for me.”
Lando searches your face, shoulders losing their rigid tension when he finds only acceptance and gratitude shining back at him.
“I would be lost without you,” he murmurs.
You lean in, kissing him softly. “You’ll never have to find out.”
Drawing back, you offer a tiny smirk. “And clearly, I should never get on your bad side.”
Lando huffs a surprised laugh. The lingering shadows in his eyes fade as he pulls you close. You sink into his embrace, heartbeat steadying against his.
Whatever lengths Lando went to in order to protect you, to remove the threat hanging over your regained sense of safety, you know you’ll forever be thankful for this devoted, fierce, and tender-hearted man you love.
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