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hotxcheeto · 2 years

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━ 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, alcohol consumption ( legal ), brief mention of needles ( tattooing ), ex's and awkwardness, fluff lmao

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I hope you enjoy! I did forget about this for a while but it's back and I really do like this part more than the second!!!!! I'm in a better mental state right now and things have felt good, expect some OG works soon . . .

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☾ ONE NIGHT STAND MASTERLIST ☽

To say she felt different was a definitely a statement, and to say that each text message she sent felt like a love letter would be a bit dramatic.

But it was true, you explained to your cat. Poppy sitting pretty in the kitchen windowsill while you moved your hands around like a crazed woman each day something Ellie said would get you excited.

Ellie wasn't like the other girls you'd talked to, and she sure wasn't like Anya who still drunk texted you from time to time which you promptly ignored and then forgot about.

Focusing your energy elsewhere, elsewhere being Ellie and Poppy who did not care about you nor the girl you squealed about each day while practically hugging your phone.

And now the day came, the day you'd set up a real date with the practical stranger, hoping that you weren't psyching yourself up again all for it too fall through the floor like it usually did.

She was straight, or she was taken. She didn't want you or she wanted you so bad but wanted that other girl too.

It was always something, but this time was different. You could feel it.

"Finally." You heard her voice as you stepped up towards her table outside the restaurant, rolling your eyes playfully while hooking your purse on your chair. "Oh shut it, I already told you why I'm running behind."

You sat across from her, hearing her all too familiar chuckles.

"Yeah, yeah. Cat's are evil, I'm telling you." "You don't know Poppy, she's an old soul, she has attachment issues."

You felt like you had the first night you met her, butterflies tickling your insides while with each breath you felt the air escaping you. It was as if she was stealing it away.

"I forgive you.. this time." She shrugged, leaning back in the chair, her hands resting between her legs on her thighs. "I'd hate to have you mad at me.." You rested your head on your palm, crossing your legs in front of you as you met her darkened green eyes.

"..but I'd bet you'd love it. Especially finding ways to get rid of it." "If it was anything like the first time then yeah, and I wasn't even mad then." You felt yourself going hot, instead focusing away on a waiter walking up to the table with a notepad in hand, scribbling a number down.

"Decide what you guys want to drink?" "Coke." Ellie replied without tearing her eyes away from you, making you nervous under her stare.

"Um.. sorry I'll have a mimosa." "You got it." He stared at you for a second longer before walking off leaving you both to yourselves once more.

"How's work been?" You then asked, turning your head to face her once more while a lopsided smirk displayed itself on her lips. "Boring. Jesse's been getting all good clients."

"What do you get the valley girls wanting matching cherry tattoos? Or maybe the dicks that want their dicks done."

Ellie snorted messing with the fork on the table while shrugging.

"Something like that. What about you?" "It's been slow, since you payed me the little visit in my office." Your phone buzzed but you ignored it, continuing on. "Besides that... nothing much." "Oh c'mon, someone like you can't have that boring of a life."

You giggled with a shrug seeing from the corner of your eye a waiter walking towards your table, setting your drinks in front of you.

"I dunno, I've been focusing most of my time to a few certain people." You thanked the waiter, taking a drink of your beverage. "Decide what you want to eat?"

You knew that voice anywhere, glancing up to meet your ex's eyes, throwing an awkward smile on your face last minute. Swallowing harshly while you nodded.

"Yeah, actually. Right?" You turned to Ellie wanting to avoid Anya's face as much as possible while Ellie's eyes went a bit wide nodding, confused as hell it would've made you laugh if you weren't about to fall off your chair.

"Veggie burgers, for me." "Sounds like you, Y/n." You wanted to puke, sending her another sharp smile. "You guys know each other?" Ellie then questioned, biting her lip while Anya spoke for you.

"Yeah, funny enough–" "Long time ago, friends." You shrugged, Ellie again looking at you awkwardly while Anya glared you down.

Ellie said her order, glancing back to you every now and again. Your legs vibrating up and down while you stared straight ahead and prayed that she'd just go away already, and finally she did.

"Everything alright?" Ellie laughed a bit, keeping it light hearted while you nodded. "Yeah, all good over here. Just wasn't expecting to see her." You laughed. "But back onto you.. what do like to do besides go to lesbian bars?" Again Ellie laughed, taking a drink of her soda.

"I draw, obviously." She could've smacked herself in the face for that one, but you giggled getting a grin out of her. "I like to play.. the guitar?" "Is that a question or a statement?"

From the corner of your eye Anya stood at another table, but was looking over at you. Yet you refused to give her your eyes, nodding as Ellie continued.

"Statement. Shit, sorry.. just.." "You're fine. Did you not see me five minutes ago?" You chuckled, adjusting your dress before again resting your chin in your palm. "Yeah I play, my foster dad taught me." "Aw, that was sweet of him." "Yeah he's great. Joel's a good guy." "You still live with him?"

She shook her head, looking down at her hands while playing with them.

"No, he adopted me after a shit ton of shit," She laughed. "but I moved out last year."

You nodded with a hum, your eyes unintentionally glancing away seeing Anya once more at another table. But with her gaze set on you.

"He sounds amazing." You then said, turning back to her. "What about you?" She then changed the subject, leaning back once more.

You took a breath.

"They're alright." You shrugged. "Me and my mom don't really get along but for the most part they're pretty cool. I have a few siblings but that's about it." "Siblings?" You nodded, sipping your drink seeing Anya disappear into the restaurant.

"A sister and a brother. Both older and upstate. But we text and call each other all the time. It's like we're all teenagers still living in the rooms beside each other."

Ellie stuck her bottom lip out, humming. "I'm guessing you're an only child?" "That obvious?" "A little, just the personality gives it away, but only a little." You referenced it with your hand, hoving the pads of your fingers over each other.

"So it's just you and Poppy in the city?" "Yep." You said popping the 'p' with a grin. "She was gift, from my grandma before she passed. My grandma's favorite flower was Poppies, we agreed on the name together before.." "Maybe she really is an old soul."

Ellie winked while you gave her a soft smile, sitting up a bit at that.

"That's a sweet way to think about it. Do you have any pets?" "Not in my apartment. Joel has a dog though, he's old but he's awesome."

Anya then appeared at the table as if she teleported there, just as you were beginning to forget about it all, about her. Sinking back into Ellie's sweet voice that seemed to get excited at the idea of her old pet.

But thus it was interrupted by the she-devil herself.

"Here's your food." "Thanks." You replied sharply with not a care of your tone getting a glance from the girl across from you. "You're welcome Y/n/n." You stared forward at your plate, Ellie thanking her before she walked off.

"You sure she's an old friend?" "I'm not letting her ruin the date, eat and tell me about the dog." You snatched a fry from your plate, hearing Ellie laugh harder then she had the entire time you knew her.

"His name is Vegas." "Vegas?" You smiled. "Yeah, fits him. Trust me." "Will do, I'm guessing he's sweet though." "Very, has trouble getting up and down stairs though so Joel started sleeping on the couch. It's getting closer though.."

"Aw I'm sorry." She moved her shoulders. "Comes with life." "You've got quite the view on death, don't you?" "Just seen a some of it..." You nodded quietly, choosing your next few words. "If it helps.. so have I?"

Taking a few bites of your food, a comfortable silence around you both, allowing you to enjoy your food. Ellie watching you for a moment, deciding if she was going to bring it up, until she made her choice.

"She's not an old friend is she?" You took in a deep breath, opening your mouth but nothing came out. You could see the regret in Ellie's eyes from even asking the question, your phone buzzing once more.

"Hold that question for a sec." You smiled, trying to seem like you were as disheveled and uncomfortable as you were. Turning your screen on to see a few messages from the waitress herself, asking if it was you and who is she. The last being a teasing message poking fun at your taste in women.

"She's an ex. That's all." You said, practically shoving the phone into your back and turning to your alcoholic drink, avoiding Ellie's stare the entire time. "Not a fun one either, so no we are far from friends. But please, just let's get back to you or me. Anything but her."

Ellie wasn't sure though, awkwardly moving her jaw around while trying to push down her unsure feelings. She liked, she did, but your mind was far from her now.

"You alright?" Ellie forced herself to ask, feeling your leg bouncing up and down at your nervous picking at your nails. "Fine, I'm fine. Do you write songs?" "Sometimes. When I'm bored enough, or have good inspiration." You continued to eat while she talked, nodding to her words.

"You should come in for a tattoo." "Trust me I'd love to see you in your element, because fuck that just sounds hot," You smirked, seeing a little blush appear on her freckled cheeks while she looked away, "but a little needle being on my skin for more than a few seconds, yeah I'm opting out for now."

"Well, if you work up the courage." "You'll be the first I call. Have you thought about extending your career with art?" Ellie thought for a second, looking past you, eyes then shooting back to yours. "No, no probably not but when I was a kid I wanted to be an astronaut."

She smiled when you began to laugh, then deciding to cover your mouth.

"Sorry, that's adorable, reminds me of my brother. Would you ever go down that path?" "Maybe not now," She shook her head, matching your giggles, "but who knows, right?" "I wanted to be a writer as a kid, still now, working on my book and then the firm. I guess it was always meant to be."

"Guess so, I'd like to read some of that writing." "Hm, well you're making a great case for yourself. None of my friends are allowed too, but your... different?" "Is that so–"

"Would you like the check?"

You could've jumped, and Ellie nearly did, looking to your side as Anya gave you the fakest expression she could probably have mustered in that moment. And you've seen the girl be fake before.

"I guess?" Ellie said quietly looking at you while trying not to break out in laughter, but you were completely frozen, staring down at the table again.

"Alright, be back babe. Sorry, I mean Y/n." Anya snickered, like it was some sort of bad joke her date made and she wanted to pretend she liked them until it was over. "Yeah."

"You know, the food isn't bad here. The staff is terrible though." "I agree." You then spoke softly, trying to pull a happy face when you let her suck you back in. "Maybe next time we stick to an apartment?"

She could tell you perked up at the idea of a 'next time', a genuine beam of energy coming out when you spoke again.

"Poppy would love to meet you? Besides, maybe you can see more than just my bedroom?" "Don't hate the idea. But I did clean recently."

Her eyes then moved behind you once more, a nervous expression crossing her face and flooding her eyes.

"Everything alright?" You grabbed her hand, running your thumb along it gaining her attention before it hit you and you pulled away. "Sorry." "No you're fine.. fuck." She whispered under her breath, rubbing her fingers along her lips.

"What's your favorite season?" She could've replayed the way your face changed a million times over, like a confused puppy before you piped up once more.

"Winter, or fall, I do really like fall. Fires and hot chocolate. Cuddling. It's perfect." You shrugged excitedly, "yours?" "Fall, same reasons too." Her eyes went right passed you once more before Anya again teleported beside the table with the check in hand.

"Here–" Ellie took it from her and pulled her wallet out from her pocket. "Hey wait, we can split." "I got it, don't worry about it." "Ellie!" She smirked at you before shoving her card in the pocket of the check and signing the receipt.

"I said it's fine." She handed it back to Anya who couldn't help but glare at the woman across from you. "Besides, makes up for the terrible service." Anya stood there, almost stupidly while watching Elie hand her back the little black book, your ex walking off without another word.

"Thank you.. for the great date and for paying." "Eh, had to make it up for the shitty surprise you got."

Then, once more, she looked behind you, finally getting you to turn around.

"Hey, what about color?" But you didn't answer, seeing a woman sitting at the table with a familiar face. The girl who'd come to your office with Ellie, and a few others at a table.

But the woman wasn't looking at them, she was now looking at you after she'd been looking at Ellie.

"Pink, or brown. I like off-white too though." You then replied, turning back to her. "And you?" "Green." You began grabbing your bag, placing it on your shoulder while you both stood up awkwardly from the table.

"You want me to walk you home?" You grinned at her, nodding a bit. "If you'd like? And wouldn't mind?" "Shit, farthest from minding at this point." Ellie went to take your hand though it wasn't long lasting.

"So–" "Ellie!" The girl you'd made eye contact with earlier skipped over, brushing passed you in order to hug your date. Ellie seeming taken aback and a bit uncomfortable at the interaction.

"Hey Cat." She gritted her teeth and hugged her back, looking at you standing there trying not to look at them both for too long. Not wanting to seem invasive despite it being your date with her.

"I thought it was you! I wasn't sure though.. it was hard to see you.." She glanced at you yet didn't even care to introduce herself nor decide to turn to you at all. "Here's your card." Anya returned getting your attention while Ellie was handed back her card.

"I'll talk to you later Y/n/n." "What?" Ellie went to talk to you only for Cat to grab her arm, looking at you. "You're the girl Dina was talking about! Shit this is a date, isn't it?" Cat questioned, tilting her head like she was taunting you, but you weren't sure if she meant it that way.

"Sorry, I'm Cat, Ellie's ex-girlfriend. You've gotta be Y/n." "Yeah, actually. Nice to meet you–" "Awesome!" She then turned back to Ellie. "Come sit with us after you're done here."

You shifted uncomfortably, crossing your arms while looking to your date.

"Actually Cat–" "I've gotta go anyway, Poppy's waiting on me back home and besides, they're your friends." You gave her a reassuring smile before grabbing her upper arms and kissing her cheek.

"Just text me later, okay?" "Yeah sure, are you sure though?" Cat seemingly scoffed trying to pull her off towards the table.

"She doesn't need a knight in dull armor Ellie, she's got it." You laughed at the joke, giving Ellie a reassuring squeeze.

"All good, but I'm expecting a good conversation later." "Yeah, yeah of course."

And with that you walked off, hugging your arms as your dress blew in the wind. Your stomach finally dropping at the terrible date that had just took its course and for once you both shared a though.

That was awful. She thought.

"That was awful." You whispered

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aerequets · 2 years

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a/n: obligatory sick fic that turned into a big heaping pile of pining and conflicted loid. i am a Sucker for a good sick fic. in that chapter in the manga where yuri suddenly falls sick, i thought yor would probably be the same way where she abruptly gets sick out of nowhere. and also i just want loid to care and simp for yor so here we are

posted on ao3

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After eight consecutive late shifts, it seemed like Yor would be on her 9th one tonight.

Loid, Anya and Bond sat around the dinner table, Yor’s empty seat glaring despite being such a frequent occurrence as of recent. Loid had just set down the dish of food and had been hoping that, against all odds, Yor would somehow be able to make it back early tonight. But no such luck.

“I miss Mama,” Anya whined, looking at her empty seat with a frown. Dinner had been an uncharacteristically quiet affair for the past week. Talkative as she was, Anya didn’t seem keen on chattering away when her Mama wasn’t there to listen along. “I only get to see her in the mornings.”

“She’s very busy at her job,” Loid offered. It didn’t really work as consolation, not that he was expecting it to—he was also a little miffed at how City Hall seemed to be running her ragged these days. Her workload seemed to be rivalling his own, and he was a spy in an understaffed agency. Every morning she would apologetically mention yet another late shift, weary with bags under her eyes, yet she never failed to set off without a bright smile and her best wishes. He really hoped she would be able to get some rest soon.

“So many bad guys to get rid of,” Anya sighed.

“What?”

“N-nothing!” Anya hastily clambered onto her seat and snatched up her fork. “Let’s eat, I’m hungry!”

Loid relented, deciding to let her odd comment slip, and had begun to dish out some pasta for Anya when there was a telltale clinking at the door. He froze, fork in hand. Anya gasped and jumped out of her chair, running to the door with Bond close at her heels. “MAMA!”

Sure enough, the door swung open and Yor stood there, eyes bright. She laughed as Anya barreled into her legs and gave an excited Bond a pat on the head. When Loid came to the doorway, she grinned at him, cheeks flushed. “I’m home.”

Loid found himself smiling without meaning to. “Just in time for dinner. How does pasta sound?”

“Amazing,” Yor sighed as she took her coat off. He noticed her forehead was shiny.

“Is it hot out?”

“Huh? Oh.” Yor wiped her forehead and found her hand slick with sweat. “A little, I guess. I was also in a rush to get home.” She smiled again before heading inside to set her things down, Anya and Bond trailing behind.

They sat down again, this time Yor occupying her seat, and it seemed like a switch turned on within Anya. She began eagerly babbling about a hundred different topics and events in a jumbled fashion as food was dished out, only taking pause when she began to eat. Loid took her pause as an opportunity to talk.

“I’m glad your work finally let you off a little earlier,” he said. “They’ve certainly been...liberal with assigning late shifts, to say the least.”

“Oh, yes,” Yor agreed, her voice airy. “It...has to do with the recent emigrations to Westalis, I think.”

“Ah.” That made sense. Recently, especially in the last week, Ostanians had been moving to Westalis in droves. The reason wasn’t what mattered much to Loid—people would move wherever, whenever they pleased for whatever reason—but rather, the outcome. Radicals and pro-war Ostanians began spreading nationalistic rhetoric, insisting that “deserters” should be treated like traitors. Fights had broken up across the border. People were injured and killed. WISE had been looking into any particular driving force behind the surge in anti-Westalian rhetoric, but they had yet to pinpoint any one source. There were too many people making lofty claims in too little days. Yor, working in City Hall, would definitely have more on her plate. “Hopefully things calm down soon before they get any more out of control.”

Yor hummed in agreement, lifting her fork to her mouth. Her movements were slow and languid. Tiredness, perhaps? But something seemed off. Anya was blinking up at her Mama, and Bond began to whine. An unsettling pit formed in Loid’s stomach. Something was very wrong.

“Mama,” Anya started, pulling at her sleeve with a little hand, “why’s your head so slow—”

Yor’s fork clattered out of her hand and her chin dropped. If Loid hadn’t shot to his feet and caught her head in a hand, she would have faceplanted into her plate.

Her forehead was hot and sweaty under his touch. She wasn’t just flushed like usual when she’d greeted him at the door—she was burning. And her eyes, which he’d thought were just shining before, were glazed upon closer inspection.

He wanted to kick himself. All the signs had been there in his face, yet he’d failed to notice any of them right away. What kind of spy did that? What kind of husband does that?

She was sick.

“Mama is poisoned?” Anya asked frantically. He had no idea where she got that notion from. “Is she gonna die?!”

“She’ll be fine,” Loid assured her, though the feeling of her scalding forehead under his hand wasn’t helping. He needed to get her to bed. “Would you mind opening her bedroom door? I’m going to bring her in.” No sooner than he’d finished speaking had Anya shot off, dutifully heeding his words for once. He gingerly made his way around the dinner table, lifting Yor’s head before hefting her out of her seat. She was solid and still in his arms. Knowing the inhuman displays of strength she was capable of made her limp arms and shallow breathing feel even worse. He hurried to her bedroom, where Anya and Bond stood guard at the door, and laid her down.

Anya struggled onto the bed with Bond’s help and crawled over to Yor’s side. Her lip wobbled. “Papa, she’s going to be fine, right?”

“Yes. I’m a doctor, remember? We’ll make her better,” he said, ignoring the fact that his occupation was not only psychiatry, but also fake. “Wait here. I’m going to bring some things.” He left and returned with some cool water, washcloths, a thermometer, and various other items. Anya hadn’t moved from her position except to wrap an arm around Bond’s neck. She was whispering to the dog—something about telling her something?—that Loid didn’t really pick up on.

The thermometer read 38.8 degrees. Loid slipped Yor’s headband off so her bun wouldn’t get in the way of the pillows before looking at her work uniform. He wouldn’t undress her yet, just take off the outer layers and unbutton her cuffs and the top buttons of her shirt to wipe down her wrists and neck. If the fever persisted for a few more days without seeming to get better...

He’d deal with that then.

“Can you put these in the kitchen?” Loid asked Anya, handing her the tray of items. She took them gingerly, showing more caution than with anything he’d seen her handle. “And please wait outside. I’m going to take care of Yor and then come out.”

Anya looked like she wanted to argue, but after one more glance at her Mama’s still form and the tray in her hands, she gave one jerky nod before descending from the bed and running outside. Loid got to work, sliding Yor’s work vest off of her and rolling her sleeves up. It was when he was wiping her neck that he noticed it.

It was small, almost imperceptibly so. He could have even mistaken it for a mole if he hadn’t already known that Yor’s neck, ever exposed in her usual red sweater, was free of any marks. But it was there, a small, dark red spot on a slightly raised bump of skin, and he knew what it was from firsthand experience.

A track mark. Something—someone—had injected a syringe into Yor’s neck.

...

Handler appeared at his door around noon the next day. He knew why: he’d been summoned via cipher placed in the morning paper, and failed to show up at the meeting spot. She was tapping one heeled foot, arms tightly crossed, when he opened the door.

“Dr. Forger,” she greeted. Her clipped tone was one that agent recruits at WISE saw as a signal to run away. Loid couldn’t find it in himself to be scared. “I wasn’t aware you were taking a day off from work today.”

“My wife’s sick,” was all Loid offered as explanation. It was short, frankly lacking in the etiquette typically required when speaking to one’s superior, but Handler must have seen something in his face because her foot paused in its drumming and her arms loosened slightly.

“...what happened?” She peered around his frame as though she might be able to see into Yor’s bedroom. “Is she alright?”

“Better than last night,” Loid replied. He’d stayed by her side throughout most of the night, monitoring her condition. Her breathing got slightly deeper as he switched out her washcloths and her temperature went down a bit, which was good, but she hadn’t woken up once.

Though, he couldn’t have slept even if he’d tried. There was the issue of the syringe mark. Loid knew he wasn’t mistaken, and it was driving him just a little insane as he came up with countless possibilities behind it. Anya’s odd remark kept resurfacing in his mind, too. Mama is poisoned? But if so, why? How? And most importantly, who? Who dared do such a thing to Yor and expect to come out of it unscathed?

It was then that Anya slipped into the room and sidled up next to Loid, peeking out from behind his legs. “Boss la—er, are you Papa’s boss?”

An instinctive smile found its way onto Handler’s face as she squatted, waving to Anya. “Hello there. Anya, was it?”

“Yup.”

“You were right, I am your papa’s boss. I heard your mama’s sick.” Handler had a naturally soft cadence while speaking to Anya, something which would otherwise be unbelievable coming out of her mouth. “But she’ll get better soon, won’t she?”

Anya nodded fast. “Yes. Mama is strong.”

“All mamas are.” Handler patted Anya’s head before getting up. “I believe there are some patient files to be looked over. Good thing I brought them with me,” she said, while her lips mouthed the words, I know you’re busy, but let me at least brief you.

“That’s quite confidential matter to just be carrying around, is it not?” Loid asked, glancing down at Anya. How will you brief me without Anya hearing?

At that moment, Anya jumped. “Um, Papa! I want to sit with Mama. I’ll be quiet, I promise. Can I? Pleeease?”

Loid blinked. “Oh, uh, sure. Make sure not to jostle her, okay? And come tell me if anything happens.”

“Yup!” Anya saluted before running off into Yor’s bedroom. Handler watched her go with a fond expression.

“She certainly has good timing.”

“Right...” Loid said, a little bewildered. He shook his head and headed to the living room, sinking into his seat with a groan. He hadn’t realized how stiff his muscles felt. Handler followed and perched on the sofa, crossing her legs.

“I’ll get straight to the point. It’s about the border scuffles that have been happening all week,” she said in a low voice. The same issue that had overworked Yor, then.

“Did we find a source?”

“Well... it’s complicated.” Handler sighed and adjusted her skirt. “That’s what we were looking for at the start, but we ended up finding something else. Something unexpected.”

Unexpected was never good in a spy’s line of work. “What is it?”

“A lot of the bigger figures promoting a war and encouraging the border fights were killed. They had hits put on them.”

“That works out for us, though.”

“It does,” Handler agreed. “The unexpected arose when we traced all of their financial transactions and found that each one of them was secretly sponsoring the same underground research facility. So we looked into it.”

“And?”

“New forms of warfare,” she said. “Biological. New poisons, acids, gases. It seems like there’s some breakthrough scientific research happening underground to develop these kinds of things. And they’re more lethal than anything we’ve encountered before.” A frown twisted Handler’s painted lips. “We’ve connected them to whole families that were murdered because they were planning to move. All it takes is one shot to kill a fully grown adult within minutes.”

Loid felt nausea brewing in his gut. “One shot?”

“Half a milliliter, give or take.”

It might have been a stretch to connect what Handler was saying to Yor, but the situation seemed too unlikely to just be a coincidence. A typical shot administered via syringe was half a milliliter. Yor worked at City Hall, which was loosely connected to the border situation, but how would she have come in contact with someone possessing that kind of poison? And why would they give the shot to her, when she wasn’t planning on moving to Westalis? On top of all that, Handler said one shot could kill an adult within minutes, but Yor was alive, if not feverish. All the new information was making his head spin with more questions than answers. No amount of critical thinking was helping him draw conclusions—he was missing a piece to the puzzle. A big one.

Handler cocked her head. “Is something the matter?”

He knew better than to lie to his Handler. She’d trained him; she knew all of his tells. Yet when he tried opening his mouth to tell her about the syringe mark on Yor’s neck, nothing would come out. For whatever reason, he couldn’t tell her. Not when he didn’t know the missing puzzle piece himself.

“It’s just a worrying situation in general,” he said lamely. He fully expected her to flip his seat over for daring to lie, but instead, she softened again.

“Your wife will be fine,” she assured. “Don’t worry so much.”

“I-I was talking about the research!” Loid sputtered. Handler rolled her eyes.

“You’re incorrigible,” she muttered before getting up and dusting herself off. “Do keep me updated on your wife’s condition. I’m leaving now.”

Handler’s unexpected softness thoroughly unsettled him. He was on his guard ten minutes after she left, expecting her to pop in the window and clip the back of his head for insubordination. When he was sure she was gone, he began heading to Yor’s room. Just then, Anya dashed out, head wildly swinging until she saw him.

“Papa! Mama is trying to leave!” Anya cried. Loid ran into the bedroom, where Yor was staggering on her feet, trying to pull on her coat over the work clothes she’d slept in.

“Yor! You need to rest!”

She didn’t seem to hear him. With a grunt, she pulled the coat on, creases bunching up around her shoulders, and grabbed for her keys. They slid off her dresser and landed on the ground with a thump.

“Yor.” Loid stepped forward and gently grabbed her by the shoulders before she could lurch down to pick them up. “Yor, can you hear me?”

She looked up into his face, but her expression seemed far away, eyes unfocused. “I need to get to work.”

“You need to rest,” he repeated.

“I have to go,” she insisted, fighting against his hold. It was a mere iota of her usual strength, which was the only reason why Loid was able to hold onto her. “I can’t miss work.”

“You’re sick,” Loid said. He moved one hand up to her head to feel. Less hot than before, but still warm. “And it’s Saturday. Don’t worry about work and focus on getting better.”

She was still struggling. “I have to go... Yuri...” Loid’s eyes widened. “I need money for Yuri’s school.”

Oh. He knew Yor had raised Yuri from a young age. That probably meant that she had never allowed herself to rest. When was the last time she’d gotten sick? When was the last time anyone had cared for her while she was sick? Had she always tried fighting through it by herself, not letting anyone know until the last moment when her body gave up? The thought of her, young and alone and feverish, made his heart twist in a way he couldn’t quite justify. You aren’t her real husband, he reminded himself. There’s no reason to be hung up over it.

But he still brushed her hair out of her eyes, letting his hand linger on the side of her face probably longer than was strictly necessary. “Yuri is doing well,” he said softly.

She blinked, lethargic. “What?”

“Thanks to you, he graduated top of his class and has a good job now.” He slipped the wrinkled coat off of her shoulders. “You can rest, Yor. You already did everything you had to do for Yuri.”

“Everything I had to do...” She echoed. Loid’s eyes strayed unbidden to the mark on her neck. “Oh. Right. How could I forget?” With a soft laugh, she flopped back onto the mattress, arms splayed out. Within seconds, her breathing had slowed.

Anya had been peeking out from behind the doorway the whole time. “Does Mama not remember things?”

“It’s the fever. Once it dies down a little she’ll be back to her usual self,” he explained. “It seems like she’ll be up later. I’m going to go make some soup. Want to help out?”

“Ooh, yes!” Anya cheered and ran out to the kitchen. “Can I do the chopping?!”

“Absolutely not.”

...

The soup had been made a couple hours ago and sat on the stovetop to stay warm. Anya, who’d tired herself out from the very strenuous job of peeling 3 cloves of garlic, had napped, woken up, and was now watching cartoons. Loid had taken Bond for his walk before sitting down to aimlessly flip through the paper.

Yor still slept.

He glanced at the clock. It was nearing dinnertime. Maybe he’d been wrong about Yor waking up today—she’d probably be up tomorrow. They’d save the soup for her and order takeout for dinner.

It was while he was deliberating this that Anya suddenly straightened in her spot by the television and turned her head as if listening to something. Then, she shot up and ran into the kitchen.

“Anya?” The sound of the tap filling a glass reached his ears, followed by her pattering shoes. “Where are you going with that?”

She ran into Yor’s bedroom, the glass sloshing. He was just opening his mouth to chide her for running with a full glass when he pushed the bedroom door fully open and saw Yor, sitting up in bed.

“You’re awake,” he said, too surprised to say anything less obvious. Yor opened her mouth to respond but coughed instead.

“Oh, you must be parched.” He hurried forward and helped Anya deliver the glass to Yor spill free. She drank slowly and deeply until the glass was empty.

“...thank you,” she finally managed, voice a little hoarse. She smiled at Anya. “Thank you for the water.”

Anya stared at Yor for a total of one second before bursting into tears. She shoved her face into Yor’s lap, still bawling, while her parents exchanged a startled glance above her head.

“You were sleeping for so long,” Anya hiccupped. “An-and your face was always hot! I haven’t gotten to play with you in forever!”

Yor looked like she was holding back tears as she stroked Anya’s head. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to make you worry.” She looked up at Loid. “How long has it been?”

“Just a day. You got back after work last night and fainted during dinner.”

Yor’s eyes widened and a hand twitched. Loid thought she might have raised it to her neck. “I...I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that would happen.”

“What are you apologizing for? You’re better now, and that’s what matters.” Loid leaned forward and felt her forehead again. “How do you feel?”

“Um—ah, good,” Yor stammered. Loid thought her face was awfully red again, but she seemed clear-minded, so he slipped his hand off.

“That’s good. I made soup—”

“I helped,” Anya said, her voice muffled. She’d stopped crying.

“We made soup,” Loid amended with a smile. “Do you feel like you can eat?”

“Oh... thank you so much. Yes, I think I’ll have some,” Yor said. “Er... I’ll wash up first, though. I feel a bit gross.”

After Yor showered and changed, the family had a late dinner in her room, a tray balanced on her lap as she sat in bed. After their meal, Anya quickly began nodding off, so Loid helped her get ready for bed. It was after he was sure Anya had fallen asleep that he exited her bedroom and turned around, knocking on Yor’s door.

“Come in.”

Loid entered and quietly shut the door before sitting at the edge of the bed. “I didn’t really get to ask you before, but are you sure you’re fine? There’s some more of the painkillers I gave you before. I could also get soreness patches if—”

“I’m fine,” Yor cut in with a laugh. Her eyes, he noted with relief, were shining like usual, none of the disconcerting glaze from the night before. “You and Anya took really good care of me.” She cleared her throat. “Um, speaking of... did I say anything while I was feverish? O-or do anything?”

He looked at her neck. Her hair, damp and faintly smelling of lavender shampoo, was hanging down and covering the mark he knew was there. “Not really,” he replied. “You mentioned Yuri once, but that was it."

"Ah, okay. That's a relief." She fidgeted with the sheets, seeming like she wanted to say something more.

"What is it?"

Her fingers twisted for a few more seconds before she sighed and stopped. "It's just...I feel awful. I worried Anya and was a burden on you both."

"You were sick, not a burden," Loid said. "Everyone gets sick."

"Not me," she mumbled. He felt like he wasn't meant to hear that.

"Actually, Yor..." She looked up at him. He took a deep breath. "I noticed something while I was wiping your neck down. It looked like a mark from a needle."

Yor wore her heart on her sleeve. She was perhaps the most candid person he knew. So when the color drained from her face and her hand flitted to her neck, right where the mark was, he knew it wasn't for show. "I-I... that's..." she stammered.

It was clear from her reaction that the mark was something significant. Perhaps Loid's far-fetched conclusions were even correct, and Yor had somehow fallen on the wrong end of a syringe filled with newly developed poison. But that still didn't answer all his questions. For instance, who gave it to her. Why they gave it to her. And most importantly, what she was doing in order to be close to poisons like that in the first place.

Twilight would coax answers out of her one way or another. That was what spies did—they dug out information from every last crevice and acted as they saw best fit. Twilight would guilt her, maybe, using her urge to act as a good wife against her in order to get her to fess up. Or maybe Twilight would seduce her, tuck a maddeningly lavender-scented lock of hair behind her ear, letting his hand drop to her neck. He'd trace the syringe mark with a thumb before kissing it and whispering a request for the truth against her skin.

"You don't need to tell me," Loid said. Yor froze, eyes impossibly wide. "I won't ask if you can't tell."

"But-but how can you..."

He could finish her sentence without having to hear it. How can you trust me?

"We all have our secrets," he said. Inside his head, Twilight was banging at the walls, screaming his idiocy. He ignored that. "That includes me, too."

Yor shrunk in on herself. "But I caused so much trouble. If I... if only I'd been more careful, I wouldn't have had to drag you both into my mess."

He took one of her hands between his own. "I meant it when I said you weren't a burden, Yor," he said, his eyes flicking between both of hers. "You don't have to bear every burden alone. I..." He thought back to her in the throes of the fever, trying to stagger to work for Yuri. "I know you're strong and capable. I know you've shouldered things alone your whole life. But you're allowed to be weak sometimes—that's what family is for."

It was rich of him to be talking about what family was when he'd built this fake one for the purpose of his mission. But more and more often, he'd forget that their family was fake. More and more often, he'd find himself in moments of weakness, too. That's what family is for.

Why else was he failing to draw the truth out of Yor? Because, loathe as he was to admit, she—along with Anya—was his greatest weakness. It was the reason why he hadn't been able to tell Handler the truth about the mark on Yor's neck. Some selfish part of him knew that WISE would be able to dig up the truth and he might have to let go of Yor. He wasn't ready for that yet. He wasn't sure he ever would be.

So even though he was directly going against every principle that had been drilled into him for over a decade, he didn't ask.

"Besides," he continued, "it was in our vows, right? In sickness and in health."

That drew a watery smile out of Yor, a sight Loid gladly drank in. She looked down at their hands and he jolted, realizing he'd been holding on for way too long. But before he could pull back, she clasped his hands with her other one. In a distant corner of his mind, he noted how small her hands were compared to his.

"I want to tell you," she admitted quietly. "I can't right now, but I want to. When I tell you, would you..." she trailed off.

"I'd stay," he said without a second thought. At her shocked look, he repeated, "I'd stay, because I know the kind of person you are, Yor. Whatever it is you can't tell me, you must have a good reason."

Selfishly, he wanted to ask if she'd stay for him, too. It would be both ridiculous and hypocritical to do so because 1) he was the one planning on erasing Loid Forger once necessary, and 2) she wasn't suspicious of him in the first place. But the urge to hear her reassurance was almost overwhelming. Tell me you trust me, too. Even though I have a thousand lying faces I've told you more truths than I ever should have. Tell me you'd stay even if you knew my truth.

"It's the same for you," she said. This time his eyebrows were the ones raising in shock. "You said you have your own secrets too. But I know that whatever they are, you're still a good person."

It was then that he realized how close they were. He was perched on the edge of her bed. Their hands were clasped together, and at some point they'd leaned in far enough that he could see the shadows cast by her lashes onto her cheeks. The lavender scent was wrapping around him now, filling him up with every inhale.

He could feel himself close to doing something stupid. Like threading his hands through her dizzying lavender hair, or touching the pulse under her jaw. So he wrenched himself back with more difficulty than he'd anticipated and gestured to some used washcloths on her dresser.

"I'll—" Why was his voice so hoarse? He cleared his throat. "I'll put those away. You should rest."

"Right. Yes." She nodded so vigorously that he was afraid she'd give herself a headache. "I will. And, um, thanks for the soup. And the medicine. And, well, everything."

"Anytime," he smiled, before swiftly walking out of her room. He shook his head once he was out, taking deep breaths of—thankfully lavender free—air. That scent must have been driving him crazy.

A few days later, when Yor was feeling better (and promised a tearful Anya that she'd hold off on late shifts no matter what), Loid sent Handler a message that he was ready to get on with the mission. He found himself quite eager this time around.

He was going to give some underground researchers and whoever had used their creations pure hell.

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CROWN PRINCESS LENDS TIARAS, GOWNS TO SPECIAL EXHIBIT

If you've ever wanted to get a closer look at what's inside Crown Princess Anya's closet, then boy, we've got great news for you!

Her Royal Highness has loaned pieces from her most unforgettable looks to the Brindleton Museum of Fashion and the Arts including three tiaras, some select pieces of jewellery, and over ten dresses and gowns!

The exhibition, entitled "The Crown Princess at 30," will open to the public next week, but HRH dropped by for a special sneak peek earlier today.

The Crown Princess looked beautiful in a sleeveless pleated dress in a bright pink hue, which she paired with nude court shoes and a matching clutch.

During the private tour, HRH was heard saying it felt "weird" seeing all her dresses propped up on mannequins, some even placed behind glass. A staff member shares:

"She was actually laughing about how it all felt so weird for her to see them on display. She even joked about making sure that a secret stain remained hidden in one of the dresses that she wore to a banquet. Apparently, a wayward sauce-covered meatball fell from her fork and on to the dress. She got down and showed us the stain, but it's okay because it was completely hidden from view."

The exhibit isn't just to show off Crown Princess Anya's fabulous wardrobe - it's also for a great cause. All the proceeds of the ticket sales will benefit three of HRH's charities, including Clothed, a non-profit that focuses on providing clothing to children and teens in need.

The exhibit is also highly guarded thanks to some of HRH's jewels on display including three of her personal tiaras. Included in the exhibition is her latest headpiece that she debuted during her most recent birthday portrait, said to be a present from her dad, Prince Jacques. While the tiara appeared as an all-diamond piece in the portrait, it's displayed with a large sapphire centre stone, proving earlier speculations about its versatility to be correct. The Crown Princess revealed that the set came with three interchangeable centre stones: a diamond, a sapphire, and a ruby - all of which can be worn as individual brooches.

Another tiara on display is The Stafford Tiara, which was an 18th birthday present from the Stafford Royal Family. Princess Mary of Stafford is Crown Princess Anya's godmother, and is a good friend of Queen Emilia. The magnificent tiara features graduating swirls of diamonds, set in white gold. The Crown Princess herself singled out the tiara as her "favourite" during the visit:

"She happily shared us stories about the tiaras she lent for the display, but she specifically said that she loved the Stafford Tiara and that it was her favourite. It's one of her first tiaras and she said that it fit her head just right, and it didn't give her headaches because it wasn't too heavy. Apparently, certain tiaras fit certain heads better, and the Stafford sits just right."

Seeing as we don't exactly have multiple tiaras at our disposal and we're also not invited to events that call for one, we're going to have to take HRH's word for it.

The exhibit will last for only a month, so better grab a ticket and check it out - especially if you're a royal fashion enthusiast!

#ts4 #theroyalsims #ts4 story #ts4 legacy #simblr #ts4 simblr #ts4 royals #ts4 royalty #ts4 royal family #ts4 royal legacy #anya #mystory

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mareposie · 1 year

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Yor being in love with Loid is basically Yor making a great use of the five senses :

she needs to see him so much that she can wait for him in the living room whenever he works until past midnight or they have a rule “if I have to leave early for work, you wake me up so I can see you”. She loves the sight of him rolling his sleeves, him walking around the house in a towel, his beautiful back while he is cooking in the kitchen, him reading the newspaper while frowning or the veins on his hands when he is driving.

she needs to smell him so much that she wears his clothes all the time, she also loves to slide on his side of the bed so she can smell his scent, whenever she hugs him she just fill her nostrils with his scent, she loves his cologne so much she bought a lot of bottles to make sure he is never out of it, she loves how he smell like cologne, hair gel, menthol and sometimes how he uses the family argan oil shampoo. Her favorite is definitely his scent when he is sweating after a workout or a love making session, it just drives her crazy.

she needs to hear him so much that she doesn’t scold Anya when needed and let him do it so she can hear his serious tone, she loves how he explains complicated and smart stuff in a easy way for her without patronizing her, she loves when they are cooking together and he is very patient but she can sense the frustration in his voice. His never-ending monologues. His Twilight voice. Or when they are dancing and he hums the song in her ear. His hesitating voice when he is vulnerable in her arms and talking about his past. When he accidentally swears or intentionally threatens someone with his fake smile on. When the phone is ringing and it’s him. The sound of his heartbeat when she sleeps on his chest. She also loves his moans and groans when they shacking up passionately. Then also the way he snores after a long day (or night).

she needs to taste him so much that she loves to drink and eat after him, using the same spoon, glass or fork. She loves to kiss him until his lips are all puffy. She loves when he uses his fingers to make her taste something and she just licks his finger to tease him. She knows the mint taste of his saliva by heart because she uses her tongue in smart ways. She also loves the taste of his sweat when they are being intimate.

she needs to touch him so much that she never lets go of him. She loves forehead kisses, hugs, holding hands, when he princess carries her, his soft curls whether she caresses them or grabs them, giving a strong massage, her chest crushed against his, when he grabs her waist or when he puts his hand on her lap while driving. She loves whenever they are naked, she loves when he sleeps with his face in her chest or on her lap. She loves his headpats when he is praising her. She loves to brush her feet against his when she is cold. And of course, she loves to make love with him.

She used to be shy about it but now she is always all over him. Yor’s love is still extremely very pure and innocent even if she is a little obsessed with being intimate with Loid. She just loves the idea of becoming one with him. Her colleagues tease her SO much about that. Loid got used to it and feels empty and neglected when Yor is busy. She loves him so much it hurts Anya’s head.

#yor briar forger #Yor Forger #twilight #loid forger #spy x family #spy x family headcanons #twiyor

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mdshh · 3 months

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#the way she looks at him 🥺#ts4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #ts4 legacy #forks legacy #anya forks #sebastian tolman by aurorangen #gen 2

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Anya and Becky are the couple that no-one saw coming, but most of their classmates and teachers would have to agree it makes all the sense in the world when, after the graduation ceremony for their final year at Eden, Anya runs over to Becky and dips her into a kiss. Even Henry Henderson (Retired, but still spry and often in attendance at graduations and other ceremonies to honor his old students) has to admit, between the impeccable form of the dip and the classic leg pop from Becky, that the whole thing was surprisingly elegant.

As they muddle through college together, they eventually marry. The Blackbell side of the family insists on a massive ceremony at the Cathedral in central Berlint. Anya gladly goes through with it because she knows that pomp and circumstance is important to Becky, or at least her family, and she DOES like feeling like a princess sometimes, but she felt married the second they admitted their feelings to each other, and the only ceremony she really needed was when the two sat in the Forger living room and showed off their rings to Anya’s parents, and Loid and Yor hugged Becky and welcomed their second daughter into their family with tears of joy in their eyes.

Anya’s not necessarily a stranger to the glitz and glamour of the upper class. She navigated Eden, after all, and she was Becky’s best friend for over a decade before they got married, and beyond that, helping Papa with his secret mission often meant rubbing elbows with the upper crust. Still, at heart, she’s still a rowdy little low(er) class urchin, and that doesn’t go away just because she’s married into one of the richest families in Ostania. Luckily, Becky is fully supportive of her gremlin wife. She knows enough sometimes the snobs of the world need to be put in their place. Sometimes they even learn their lesson and become better for it, like Damian and his boyfriends.

So, When Becky and Anya show up to a high society ball together, resplendent in their fancy gowns, the upper crust of Ostania may be subject to strangeness including, but not limited to:

-Becky and Anya dancing the Tango and other lower class dances together, to the horror of half the guests and the delight of the other half

-Anya absolutely charming the help and sneaking plates of hors d'oeuvres - caviar on toast points, crudites, stuff like that - out to their smoke break area.

-Anya, horror of horrors, using her DINNER Fork to eat the SALAD Course!

-Anya encountering a snooty noble disgusted at her commoner manners, asking Anya what family she's even from, and Anya proudly announcing, "Oh, I'm just Rebecca Blackwell's trophy wife!"

-This is generally the point at which Becky swoops and wraps an arm around Anya, smiling sweetly at the noble, "Ah, Baron Franz, how lovely to see you! Is the Baronness here? I havent seen her since the party at Chateau Orleans!"

-Becky says this knowing full well the Baron and Baronness are going through an acrimonious patch thanks to the Baron being caught in a closet at said Chateau with a lady who was very much not the Baronness. Anya is in awe of her wife's sass and quickly demands a high five.

-As the Baron sputters red faced, Becky serenely leads her wife back toward the dance floor, where they once again dominate, waltzing together as if they were made to dance with each other and only each other, the only two people in the room.

-Anya, in the meantime, is thinking fondly of her wife, who always keeps that promise she made on their first day at Eden College, to protect her, no matter what.

Becky enjoys the class and glitz and glamour of their life, but one thing Anya's taught her is that sometimes its nice to get away from the inflated egos and the inflated sense of propriety and expectation and just cut loose. So it is that some nights, instead of going to a fancy ball, they sneak away into the city and head for the Discos.

Becky usually wears a 3 piece suit - partially as a disguise so no-one recognizes her as the heiress of the Blackbell fortune, partially as a tribute to her dear Martha, and partially because both she and Anya really like how she looks in it.

Anya insists on using code names at the Disco - She's Starlight, and dubs Becky Sinatra. Becky indulges her wife.

Whatever their names, they have a rep as one of the best dressed, best dancing couples on the club scene, and when they really get going, half the other dancers on the floor inevitably stop to watch - and cheer them on raucously. They, on the other hand, are only caught up in the music and each other.

When the music dies down, sometimes they don't feel like going home to their big old estate. So instead, they grab a taxi back to a little old hotel. It's a warm summer night, so Anya opens a window and sits down on the couch to let the summer breeze caress her face, and Becky sheds her jacket and rolls up her shirt sleeves and comes over to lie on the couch, her head in Anya's lap.

Sometimes they switch on the TV. Maybe there's a football match, and they reminisce fondly of the time Anya nearly beat Bill, and the Stella Star that was never actually on the line. Maybe it's an episode of Berlint in Love, and Anya giggles as Becky hangs on every word, providing a running commentary on why every romance on the show is doomed to failure.

Sometimes they just sit and enjoy each others' company, speaking in hushed tones from time to time, planning new outings and escapades together, or speaking of the night, of old times, of love.

The Morning after, they leave the hotel and head over to a little apartment just a short walk away, and enter to Anya's Papa in the kitchen, flipping a fresh batch of pancakes from a griddle onto a waiting plate. He smiles softly at them, but it's Anya's Mama who rushes over and envelops both of her babies in a crushing bear hug, the same hug she gives them every time she sees them, that she's always given Anya every day she can since the day she realized Anya was, and always had been, her real daughter.

Loid comes out from the kitchen with a platter loaded down with breakfast food, and sets it down on the table to give out hugs of his own - a little softer, but no less loving. Yor pours coffee - with a dash of milk for Loid (he doesnt really need it for his stomach anymore, but he’s come to like it), and plenty of sugar and cream for her girls - and the little family sits down to eat and laugh and talk together, each of them never taking for granted that after all those years of doubt and pain, they really were a real family all along, and every day, making the most of it.

#spy x family #becky x anya #anya x becky #anya forger #becky blackbell #loid forger #yor forger #twiyor #headcanon #post-canon headcanon

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Red Ties

Chapter 6

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

“Thank you dear” Mrs McKenzie smiled as Mary placed her lunch on the tray in front of her, neatly setting the fork and knife and placing her cup of tea there as well.

“That’s okay, is there anything else you need?” she asked.

“No, no that’s fine, now sit down and relax, you do way to much for me” Mrs Mckenzie fussed, waving her hands about and digging into her hot lunch. Mary had made her sausages and mash with a small side of peas. Mrs McKenzie was a simple woman who didn’t have much of a palette, especially at her age of eighty, she wasn’t bothered about eating the most fanciest of foods. Mary smiled and slumped down in one of the comfy chairs. She had a busy morning, and it was nice to come see Mrs McKenzie and relax for a moment. The other residents she cared for were nice as well but weren’t like Mrs McKenzie in anyway. Mary could do with a good laugh right now.

“So tell me what you’ve been up to, have you found a man yet” she raised a brow, shovelling in a fork full of peas and Mary giggled. She didn’t know whether to tell her about her bump in with James last week. To be honest, there wasn’t much to tell, except the fact be brought her a $800 phone and wouldn’t let her dry clean his suit.

“Not yet” she shrugged and Mrs McKenzie huffed, rolling her eyes.

“Girl, you need to get out there, if you spend anymore time with us old coots you’ll turn into one” she scolded and Mary laughed, shaking her head.

“I’ve been so busy at the moment-”.

“Nope, I don’t want to hear that excuse again” she interrupted. Although it was funny, Mary couldn't help but think Mrs McKenzie was right. As a christian girl, she was saving her first time for marriage. She hoped for the day that she’d find a true honest man to marry and become his wife for the rest of their lives, and eventually have children as well. But it was tricky. The dating sites scared her and from all the stories Anya told her, it seemed most of them were on there for a good shag, which she certainly wasn’t. But there was a certain man playing on her mind. James.

Tall, handsome, kind, he was everything a girl would want and probably already had. Judging from his neat attire and expensive scent, Mary assumed he already had a special lady in his life. She didn’t see a wedding ring but that didn’t mean anything. He looked like a man who could have anyone he wanted and probably did. Why on earth would he want someone like Mary.

She was about to respond when a buzz of her phone cut her off. Whipping it out, she looked at the screen. Mrs McKenzie furrowed her brows, staring at the great big device, instantly recognising that it wasn’t her old brick phone.

“And what’s that?” she said and Mary looked up, slightly confused until she realised she was talking about the phone.

“Oh, I had to get a new phone as my other one broke” she shrugged, slipping it back in her pocket.

“I say that’s a big change from your old one, how much did that cost you?” she asked, shovelling her mouth with creamy mash and Mary blushed.

“Um well… someone actually brought it for me” she admitted and Mrs McKenzie froze, looking over at Mary with wide eyes.

“And… tell me more” she urged and Mary couldn’t help but giggle nervously. Why was only talking about James making her nervous as well.

“Well last week when I left yours, I bumped into this man. I was holding my phone at the time but dropped it and it smashed and he insisted on buying me another one. I told him he didn't have to but he wouldn’t take no for an answer” Mary explained and a bright smile lit up on Mrs McKenzie’s face.

“So you have met a man, and you thought you could keep this from me” she pointed a wrinkly finger at Mary.

“No no no, it’s not like that, I think he was just being friendly” she made a poor excuse but Mrs McKenzie chuckle, shaking her head.

“Darling, you don’t go and buy someone a new phone just to be friendly. I may be old but I know when a man is trying get a woman. They’ll do anything to have them and even if he was being friendly, a new phone is a stretch” Mrs McKenzie said and Mary knew she was right. But why would he go to all that trouble for a girl like her. She couldn’t imagine she was anything off his type. He probably liked super models and tall girls with skinny waists and all the plastic surgery they could have done to them.

“You may be right” Mary smiled.

“Of course I’m right” Mrs Mckenzie shrugged.

“Plus I spilt his coffee on him but he wouldn’t let me take his suit to get dry cleaned or buy a new coffee” Mary added.

“Well then he must like you, what’s his name?” she said intrigued.

“James”.

“Mmm, very biblical, what does he do?”.

“Oh, I don’t know, I didn’t ask him” Mary said and Mrs McKenzie gave another huff.

“Well you’ll have to see him again to find out, you must see him again” she insisted and Mary laughed once again. Mrs McKenzie was a very forward person and not one to mess with.

“We’ll see” Mary murmured.

She left Mrs McKenzie’s room, shutting the door gently as to not wake her. She decided to take a nap and Mary took that as her cue to leave. As the door clicked shut, she turned to make her way to the elevator at the end of the hall when she stopped in her tracks. No, it couldn’t be. There he was, walking in all his glory, dress impeccably in a dark suit of all black, a tie tightly around neck and his hair slightly messy but in a sexy way. James.

He was carrying a coffee cup holder with two small cups, just like he did the other week. Mary couldn’t seem to move her body as she stared at him walking towards her, a smile creeping on his lips as he neared.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you again” he said smoothly as he reached her, standing tall and powerful over her. His rich scent immediately filled her nostrils and Mary couldn’t help the flush of colour in her cheeks as she smiled, nervously brushing back a piece of hair behind her ear, not that it was even in the way but she needed to do something.

“Neither did I, at least this time I didn’t bump into you” she pointed to the coffee cups and he chuckled softly, nodding his head. The sound was sexy and sent a tingle to her body.

“Yes, although I was probably to blame last time as well” he shrugged.

“No it was my fault, not looking where I was going” she said. A silence fell and Mary shuffled on her feet, racking her brain as to what to say next.

“Are you visiting again?” she asked and James sighed softly, nodding.

“Yes, I try and come every week” he said.

“Well they’re very lucky” she replied and instantly regretted it. Why did she have to say the most stupid things around him. But the smirk on James face indicated he wasn’t creeped out.

“Did you get your new phone, I had it sent to your apartment” he asked and Mary had completely forgotten about it, snatching it from her pocket.

“Oh yes, thank you so much, you didn’t need buy me this fancy thing though, I mean $800 is a lot” she said and James smirked.

“Not to me, plus I thought you might need an upgrade” he shrugged. Mary couldn’t help but stare dumbfounded. As if $800 wasn’t anything to him. But judging by his looks, it seemed money to him wasn’t an issue.

“I really appreciate but I still feel bad about your suit, are you sure I can’t do anything to say sorry?” her guilt was treading back and she had to think of what Reverend McCarthy said to her. James stared down at her, sucking in his bottom lip for a moment before letting it pop back out, his head tilting as if he was thinking hard.

“Let me take you out” he said abruptly and Mary froze, staring wide eyed at him. Take her out, like a date. She wasn’t expecting that.

“Li-like a date” she asked and he nodded.

“Let me take you out for dinner, if you really want to make it up then let me buy you dinner” he insisted and Mary chuckled nervously. Normally the other party would do something to say sorry however this was the other way around.

“Oh. O-okay” she smiled and James grinned, flashing his bright white teeth that were perfectly aligned. Mary couldn’t help but self conscious of her crooked bottom teeth, the few at the front that were slightly titled in giving her that cute smile and she sucked her lips in a tight smile.

“Perfect. I’ll pick you up at seven” he asked and Mary nodded, becoming all flustered and nervous.

“Yeah, sure, sounds cood, I mean good” she fumbled on her words, and James grinned.

“Well I should get going, I’ll see you later” Mary squeezed past him, her arm just brushing his and she felt that intense tingle to her legs, a flip of her stomach like she was on some roller-coaster.

“See you later Mary” the way her name rolled off his tongue, Mary couldn’t help but blush more and she gave a short wave but raced to the elevator, keeping her back to him and when she stepped in, she hid behind the closing doors, taking the deepest breath of her life, her mind in a crazy spin of thoughts and feelings. There was only one person she needed to talk to… Anya.

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The 1997 Anastasia movie, while most likely being most people’s introduction to the Romanov Family and their history, was incredibly inaccurate.

Here are some of those inaccuracies

In the first opening moments, of the film we see the Dowager Empress Marie Feodorovna boarding the carriage to go to the ball. The footman greets her as Your Highness. In fact, the Dowager Empress addressed as Your Imperial Highness (there was a huge difference as Princess and Princesses were only entitled Your Highness.)

The Romanov Tercentennial was in fact 1913, not 1916.

In 1916, as the movie claims, Anastasia is 8. In fact, Anastasia was born in 1901, making her actually 15 at the time of the ball.

When we see Anastasia greet her grandmother at the ball, Marie Feodorovna wears a wedding ring on her left hand. In Russian Orthodoxy, the wedding band is worn on the right hand.

When the ‘evil’ Rasputin party-crashes the ball, Nicholas tells him he is a traitor. In the time Rasputin spent with the family, there was never any evidence that he betrayed them. He offered them his support, albeit for questionable reasons, but was only sent away for a short time by the Tsar under pressure from his ministers.

The raid of the Winter Palace occurred well into 1917, not 1916 as portrayed in the film. By this time, Nicholas had already abdicated (March of 1917) and they were imprisoned first at the Alexander Palace, then in the Governor’s mansion in Tobolsk, before being moved to the Ipatiev House in 1918, where they were ultimately murdered. The murder of the imperial family did not happen until two years after the ball in the film.

When Anastasia runs back to her room to retrieve her music box, we see the room to be rather “royal-looking” with a single large bed in the corner. Anastasia shared a room with her older sister Marie for all of their childhood, and their beds were in fact camp-beds; hard and not as luxurious as other royalty’s of the time.

Ten Years Later, 1926, Anya leaves the orphanage for a job at the fish market. When Anastasia reaches the fork in the road, the sign says Saint Petersburg. During the Great War, St. Petersburg was renamed Petrograd, a less German-sounding name. After communist leader Vladimir Lenin died in 1924, it became Leningrad, when it did not become Saint Petersburg again until 1991. Throughout the film this inaccuracy is repeated, most significantly in the song Rumor in Saint Petersburg. One would think even the peasants would be accustomed to a new name of their city after 10-15 years.

When Anastasia reaches the train station, the station guard wears the red cap with the Soviet crest. This crest wasn’t used in fact until the 1930s. It was only 1926.

A number of times, the peasants and Dmitri call her The Princess. In Russia, this would have been a great offense to her title, as Anastasia had always been, a Grand Duchess. The title Princess ranks significantly under Grand Duchess

Anya, is in fact a Russian nickname for Anna, not Anastasia. Anya was the name of her mother’s lady-in-waiting and close friend Anna Vyrubova. Anastasia’s nickname was Nastya, Nastia or shvibzik “imp”.

In 1926, the Catherine Palace was being used as a museum and its park area was open to the public, not quite as run down as in the film.

It wasn’t also the Imperial Family’s home, as suggested; they preferred the comfort and privacy of the Alexander Palace at Tsarskoe Selo, a little while outside the city.

When Olga, Tatiana and Marie come down to dance with their sister during the song, they all look to be around the same height. In truth, Anastasia was much shorter than her sisters. Tatiana was the tallest in the family, standing at around 5’9

The same mistake was made with Nicholas. When he and Alexandra come out of the portrait, he looks to be much taller than Alix; he, like his daughter, was actually rather short, only about 5’6, and stood around the same height as his wife.

When Bartok watches Vlad, Anastasia and Dmitri leave the ball room, he says All the Romanovs are dead. This simply wasn’t true. In 1919, around 30 Romanovs managed to escape via various methods, including the Dowager Empress Marie Feodorovna.

On the boat to France, Rasputin attempts to force Anya to jump off the side of the ship. She dreams she sees her father, sisters and brother playing in water. Nicholas calls her “Sunshine”, which was actually the nickname of her little brother, Alexei.

In this same dream, Alexei jumps from the top of the cliff down into the water. It was well-known that Alexei had a severe type 2 case of hemophilia, and there was no way Nicholas nor any of the sisters would have allowed him to make such a dangerous leap.

When the gang are journeying to Paris, they hope to meet the Dowager Empress. In 1926, Marie was actually living in Denmark, after the death of her beloved sister, Queen Alexandra of England the year before.

When Anastasia meets Sophie, she is asked how she likes her tea. Anastasia tells her she doesn’t like tea. But there have been many anecdotes of the real Anastasia drinking tea in the mornings and afternoons with her sisters and parents. (This of course may have changed as she aged).

When Dimitri refers to Anya and the Dowager Empress as ‘your grace’ this title is also incorrect. “Your Grace” was commonly used only amongst non-royal dukes and duchesses, and archbishops of the United kingdom.

When Vladimir announces ‘we have found the heir to the Russian throne’, this is completely innacurate. Even as the closest surviving member to the last Tsar, Anastasia would, sadly, have no right to the throne. There were around 30 dynastic members of the family surviving in 1926, and many available males. In Imperial Russia, the line of succession was strictly male-primogeniture; the eldest son would inherit the throne. In 1926, by law, this male would be the Grand Duke Cyril Vladimirovich.

The Dowager Empress could not have possibly had the means to offer a 10 million ruble reward for the return of her granddaughter. The Romanov fortune had all but disappeared and she largely relied on the charity of the English and Danish Royal Family.

The biggest inaccuracy, however, was that Anastasia survived. She, along with the rest of her family, were murdered by the Bolsheviks in 1918

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“Do you like your dinner, Dad?” asks Henrietta. “I helped Apollo cook it. I’m very, very good at cooking, you know!”

“I’m sure you are, Princess,” says Roy while Henrietta’s sisters make scoffing noises and roll their eyes. Why anyone would prefer to eat slices of pale, insipid veal over a juicy piece of rib-eye steak is beyond Roy’s comprehension. He supposes the dish that’s in front of him could have been a lot worse, though- it could have been served with a mushroom sauce. One should always be grateful for small mercies.

“Hey, guess what?” he says, looking around the table. “Something really exciting happened today!”

Violet smiles at him.

“I got Harrison Steiner a six-figure sponsorship deal with Herbalife!” Roy says. Violet’s smile stiffens.

“Who’s Harrison Steiner?” says Joanna.

“He plays soccer with the Bridgeport Eels,” says Angus.

“That’s right, Son,” says Roy. “He’s only just turned eighteen, and already the world's his oyster. All thanks to my business acumen, expert negotiating tactics and extensive networking skills!”

“He’s also super-fast, has incredible mastery of the ball and is a machine when it comes to kicking goals,” says Angus.

“Well, okay, that too,” shrugs Roy.

“Actually, that’s not our only exciting news,” says Violet, putting down her knife and fork. “Would you like to tell everyone what else happened today, Roy?”

“Why don’t you tell them?" says Roy, stabbing at his veal. “Seeing as you were the one lucky enough to receive the phone call.”

“Okay,” says Violet. “This afternoon the people who are looking after your mother rang me, and they said we’re all allowed to go and visit her tomorrow! Isn’t that fantastic?”

The girls exchange glances.

“What’s wrong?” says Roy.

“We don’t want to go to a mental hospital,” says Alexandra. “It sounds scary.”

“It’s not a hospital, it’s a treatment facility,” says Violet. “It’s a lovely old country house surrounded by beautiful lawns and oak trees. Your father’s been there to visit people lots of times, haven’t you Roy?”

“Yeah, that’s right. In fact, your own Grandma's been a patient there!” says Roy. “As well as Freddie and at least a dozen more of my clients. You know, they should name a wing after me after all the business I’ve sent their way. Or at least offer me some type of discount. But instead they can't even offer me the courtesy of a phone call. Anyway, to answer your question, Alex, it’s not a scary place at all. Quite the opposite, in fact.” He hate-chews his last sliver of veal and pushes his chair back. “I don’t mean to break up the party, but I’ve got to go and see Anya soon, so can you all cut the chit-chat and eat a bit quicker so we can fit in a game of kicky bag or something before I have to race off?”

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Wipeout - Chapter 1

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Alright here is the first chapter! I’m very nervous and very excited, I really hope you guys enjoy. I’d really appreciate any feedback you have, anyways enjoy reading and thank you! Love you xx

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Summary: Tom invites you to a kickback

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“Tom and his friends are here,” Anya smirked as she stepped into the back, “I know you’re on your lunch, but they asked me to let you know.”

“Okay, I’ll take care of them,” you plucked your salad off the counter and pushed the large swinging doors open with your hip.

Tom, Harrison, and Adrien were all seated at their normal table. Tom’s eyes locked on your right away, his eyes wandering your form as you approached him. It wasn’t unusual for the patrons to check you out, you worked at a bikini bar after all, but it was different with Tom. When he looked at you like that it promised something more than a few shitty pick up lines or his number scribbled down on a napkin, something that set your whole body ablaze and filled your stomach with butterflies.

“You look radiant as always,” he grinned, “Is that a new top?”

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, this annoying boy at the surf shop next door picked it out for me.”

“Well he has great taste,” he scooted to the end of the bench to make room for you beside him.

You sat and began picking at your salad, “Did you just get off?”

“Yeah, Haz and I had the morning shift, Arien decided to join us for a little mid day surf,” he explained. He plucked one of the silverware wraps from the table and unfolded it before stealing a bite of your salad, “Mmm, that’s good,” he hummed happily, not bothering to finish his bite before he spoke, “What is that?”

“A salad, you know, lettuce, vegetables, dressing,” you hit his fork with your own as he tried to grab another bite, “Stay out of my food Holland.”

“Take my order then,” he bit back as he attempted to maneuver his fork around yours.

“Tom she’s on her lunch, let her eat,” Harrison scolded him.

“It’s alright Haz, I told Anya I’d take care of you guys, thank you for keeping him in line though,” you flashed him a smile, “So, what do you guys want?”

“I want one of these,” Tom grinned and stabbed his fork into your salad again, “Don’t worry, you can steal some of mine.”

“Just a cheese burger and fries please,” Harrison flashed you the sweetest smile, “And some of that special lemonade?”

You nodded, “Of course Haz.”

It was just lavender lemonade, but you let him and Tom think it was some special invention of yours.

“Oh yeah, I want some too. Extra sweet, you know how I like my sugar,” Tom winked.

You rolled your eyes at him and turned to Adrien, “What about you Adrien?”

“I’ll just take a burger and fries,” he flushed a bit as he spoke.

Adrien moved in with Tom and Harrison at the beginning of summer when they decided to rent out the third room in their house. Harrison had met him in a math class during his one and only semester of college and the three of them seemed to get along great. Adrien was a lot more shy than either of them though, and he rarely said more than ten words to you.

“Anything to drink?” you asked.

“Yeah, um, I’ll have some lemonade too if that’s alright.”

“No problem, I’ll go put it in,” you stood and glanced back at them as you walked away, “Haz keep Tom out of my food.”

He nodded, “You got it,” he swatted Tom’s hand as he tried to reach for another bite of your food, “You heard her Tom.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he scoffed, his eyes glued to your form as you walked to the bar, “What do you think she puts in those lemonades? They’re kind of purple so it must be blueberry or something right?”

“It doesn’t taste like blueberry,” Harrison frowned, “Blackberry maybe?”

“It’s definitely not blackberry, I hate blackberry,” Tom peered at the drinks she was carrying towards them, “They’re kind of grey too.”

“So what goes in these anyway?” Harrison hummed while you placed their cups in front of them.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you smirked as you returned to your seat, “Anya’s putting your orders in, they should be out pretty quick.”

“Thanks,” Tom grinned, “When are you off tonight?”

“Is it blueberry?” Harrison continued before you had the chance to reply, “Or blackberry?”

“No, I’m not gonna tell you what it is Haz,” you hummed and turned to Tom, “I’m not off until 8.”

“Well after you get off you should swing by Kyle’s place, he’s having a little kickback,” he brushed his hand against your thigh with a smirk, “I’ll be there obviously.”

“I promised Grace I’d help her put together her new dresser, but I’ll try to get it done quickly so I can swing by.”

“Lovely, I’ll keep my schedule open for you then,” he winked and squeezed your leg before returning his hands to his lap.

Your eyes darted down to his hands, wishing he’d continued touching you, “How very generous of you.”

“Hey, you know me, I live to please,” he winked again.

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You let out a frustrated sigh as you squinted at the instructions in front of you, “Grace I think you put the bottom of this drawer on backwards.”

“Seriously?” she groaned, “Why didn’t you stop me?”

“Why is it my job to stop you?” you rolled your eyes, “You should have been looking at the picture, it clearly shows the sticker on the inside of the drawer.”

“It clearly shows the inside of the sticker on the inside of the drawer,” she mocked as she began to disassemble the drawer, “Sorry I’m not an interior designer.”

“This has nothing to do with interior design,” you laughed, “It’s just looking at pictures.”

“Well I’ve been looking at too many pictures lately, I need a break,” she declared before rolling onto her back.

“Come on, we’re almost done, just power through it,” you kicked her leg to try and get her to concentrate again but she was already scrolling through her phone, “I wanna go meet up with Tom and Haz, let’s just get this done.”

“If you want to get dicked down that bad why don’t you just tell Tom to come over here?”

You flushed, “It’s not about that Grace, it’s just fun hanging out all together.”

“Yeah cause you two totally aren’t planning on fucking tonight,” she laughed, “Well it looks like Jade is there so I doubt you’d end up having fun tonight.”

“Seriously?” you groaned and crawled over to her so you could peer at her phone.

When you first moved to Astoria Jade was incredibly nice, the two of you got along great, you even would have considered her a friend, at least up until you met Tom. As soon as Grace introduced you to Tom Jade warned you to stay away from him, claiming he was just bad news. Of course you didn’t head her warning though, and you and Tom became close friends over the school year. Just before summer began you started sleeping together, it had started as a way for you to relieve some stress during finals week, but you two never stopped.

As soon as Jade found out about your situation she flipped on you, and began harassing you at every opportunity. Tom had informed you of their history together, apparently she had been into him through most of high school, and they ended up hooking up once after they graduated high school. It was a one time thing, but she had never moved on. According to Tom she was rude to pretty much any girl that was near him, but she seemed to have it out for you especially since you and Tom were so close. It was easy for you to laugh off the petty things she did, especially since Tom was always quick to stick up for you, but it was still annoying, and you dreaded going anywhere you knew she would be.

“Great,” you rolled your eyes, “Hopefully she’ll just mind her own business.”

“You know she won’t.”

“She never does,” you agreed, “Maybe she’ll be gone by the time I get there.”

“She won’t, I’m sure she’ll stay until Tom…” Grace trailed off, both of you going wide eyes as Adrien’s story started to play.

“Here’s my boy!” he laughed and wrapped his arm around the neck of some man you didn’t recognize.

That wasn’t what concerned you though. In the background of the video you could see Tom, seated on a small couch, kissing Jade. He hooked up with other girls, you knew that, that was fine, kissing Jade was not. Anger started to bubble up inside you, your chest tightened and your fists clenched at your side. Of all the people in the world he decided to make out with her, and on a night where he had invited you out too. It felt like betrayal, Tom was one of your best friends, and he’d seen firsthand exactly how cruel she was to you. Hell last time you’d run into her he’d been the one to help you clean up after she threw her drink at you.

“I can’t believe him, he is such an dick,” Grace clicked off the story as quickly as she could and turned her attention to you, “Are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay,” you pursed your lips, “It’s nothing to get upset about, we aren’t exclusive.”

“I know, but it’s Jade. He’s your friend, he shouldn’t be talking to her let alone kissing her,” she put her hand on your back, “I’m so sorry babe.”

“It’s fine, really. It’s not a big deal, just annoying,” you insisted, “Let’s just finish making the dresser.”

“How about we make some drinks instead?” she smiled sympathetically, “It’ll be more fun to work if we’re a little buzzed.”

“You go ahead, I’m gonna keep working.”

“Fine, but I’m gonna make you one too,” she promised, stretching her arms above her head as she pushed herself back to her feet.

You got back to work fixing the drawer while she sauntered out of the room. You couldn’t get the image of Tom and Jade out of your mind. Thinking about it was only making you more and more angry. By the time Grace returned you were still trying to fix the same drawer, your anger making it nearly impossible for you to finish the small task.

“You sure you’re okay?” she hummed.

“It’s just weird, you know?” you scowled and took one of the drinks from her hands. You took a big gulp before you continued, “I’ve seen him get a little flirty with other people before, but never kiss them. I mean I know he sleeps around, but it’s kind of easy to forget when you never see it.”

“I’m sorry,” she gave you a sympathetic look as she sat down across from you, “Can I give you some tough love?”

You nodded, “Yeah, go ahead.”

“If it’s starting to bug you that Tom’s seeing other people, and I mean not just because it’s Jade, it might be time to call it quits.”

“I can’t call it quits Grace,” your face flushed instantly, “He’s my friend.”

“I’m not saying stop being friends with him, the opposite actually. If you’re starting to catch feelings then they’re only going to keep growing if you two keep hooking up. It would be better to call it now so you can still be friends. I mean don’t get me wrong, Tom is a good friend, but he’s never going to commit,” she squeezed your leg, “At least not anytime soon. I’ve known Tom practically my whole life and in that entire time he’s never had so much as a crush, it’s always just sex for him. And that’s totally fine of course, but he’s never gonna give you more than that.”

“I’m not catching feelings,” you defend while your cheeks continued to burn, “I know he won’t commit, I’m fine with that, I’m just annoyed because it’s Jade.”

“I’m not trying to be a jerk here, it’s just kind of inevitable that someone catches feelings eventually,” she shrugged, “And I mean I love Tom, I really do, but even if he were to commit he’s not really boyfriend material. It’s not like he’s really got a plan for the future or anything.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not catching feelings for Tom, I’m just annoyed, and I wanna finish this stupid dresser.”

She pursed her lips but nodded, “Alright, pass me the instructions.”

The dresser came together quickly after you got the drawers assembled and though it was still fairly early in the night, you decided to turn in. You no longer had any interest in going out, and hanging out with Grace didn’t seem appealing either. So you changed into your pajamas, turned on your favorite show, and curled up under the covers so you could turn your brain off until you fell asleep. At least that was your plan until Tom called you. You debated whether or not you should answer, eventually deciding you should just in case he was drunk and needed a ride or something.

“Hello?” you rubbed your eyes and mumbled into the phone.

“Hey!” he sounded happy, you could hear the commotion of the party in the background, “Are you still planning on coming by?”

You fought the urge to make some snarky comment because you were sure he was just checking so he’d know if he could sleep with Jade or not.

“No, I’m gonna stay in tonight,” your pursed your lips, “I’m pretty tired.”

“Oh, okay,” he was quiet for just a second, “Well I could come over instead, we could just watch some movies or something.”

“I’m not really in the mood to hang out Tom, I think I’m just gonna go to bed.”

“No problem, maybe we could hang out tomorrow,” he suggested, “Go surfing or something?”

You went quiet while you debated it with yourself. On one hand you were upset with him, but on the other hand it was Tom. He was one of your closest friends and you loved spending time with him. You knew it would be better for you to talk things over with him rather than dwelling on it and making yourself even more upset.

“(y/n)?” Tom grabbed your attention again, “Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, I was just thinking,” you sighed, “Tomorrow works for me.”

“Are you alright?”

You flushed, “Of course I’m alright. I’m just tired Tom.”

“Just making sure, you seem a little quiet,” he hummed, “Well I’ll come pick you up around 10 if that works?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You too,” he paused again, “Have a good night, get lots of rest.”

“Yeah, you too,” you hung up and tossed your phone to the other side of the bed before you pulled the covers up over your head. You tried to get right to sleep but you couldn’t get the image of Tom and Jade out of your head for the rest of the night.

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