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#just the other day I was excited because she said something positive in response to seeing cars decked out in pride stuff

freedomfireflies · 9 months

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Five to Go Live*

Summary: The fifth and final part to One for the Money*

Mr. Styles, your boss (and the CEO of the company you work for), offers to help you expand your OnlyFans business.

But maybe you want more.

And maybe he does, too.

Word Count: 11.5k (I have no idea what happened tbh)

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*

“Good morning, Mr. Styles.”

The tense frame of the man pacing in front of the window stills when he hears your greeting.

You’re five minutes early, coffee in hand, ready to begin your workday.

However, he doesn’t turn around as you enter his office. But the slight glimpse of his profile lets you know he’s acutely aware of your presence.

He stays by his desk, offering nothing more than his silence as you set down his drink and move for the couch.

“Good morning,” is his brisk greeting. It’s not any warmer or colder than usual. It’s just him. “Do you have the reports I asked for?”

“Right here.” You drop them onto the coffee table. “Ready for your meeting this afternoon.”

“Good.” He stares out at the city, unwilling to look you in the eye. “And you’ve confirmed with Nadia?”

“Yes. She’s calling for a driver as we speak.”

He nods once, fingers flexing beside his thighs before he finally ventures a glance over his shoulder. “And I suppose you’d like to talk to me about the other day.”

You flip open the laptop and pull up your email, eyebrow raised. “The other day?”

He turns to you, and you feel his heated stare. “I believe I owe you an explanation.”

“Not really,” you respond, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. “You agreed to help me with the video, and you did. I didn’t expect you to stay, Sir.”

Your peripheral catches his slight frown. “You didn’t?”

“No.” You open his schedule and begin jotting down a few notes from Nadia’s email. “You’re not exactly the cuddling type. Probably would have been weirder if you had stayed.”

His hands disappear into his pockets as he regards you. “I never meant to upset you.”

“You didn’t.” Another shrug. “I knew what I agreed to, and now we’re done. No harm, no foul.”

The frown deepens. “Still, I shouldn’t have walked out on you like that—”

“Mr. Styles,” you interrupt, turning to face him, “I wasn’t under the illusion that things would change just because we fucked. I didn’t need aftercare, I didn’t need your words of affirmation, and I didn’t need you to stay.”

Something unrecognizable passes over his features.

You lean forward. “We’re good, Sir.”

The office goes quiet. You know him well enough by now to know what it looks like when he’s biting back a response.

And you imagine there are quite a few things he’d like to berate you for, but instead, he merely clamps his jaw shut and nods.

“All right.” He returns to his desk and takes a seat. “Let’s begin.”

The rest of the workweek carries on like usual. Things return to normal. Or at least to the way they were before he admitted to knowing about your outside activities.

And you find that you’re grateful for that. It’s much easier to only imagine him as your boss instead of your…business partner.

What happened that afternoon in the hotel room was great. Fantastic, even. But it was only ever an act of generosity. A favor, more like. He helped you exactly the way he said he would and now it’s over.

You won’t ever have to think about him like that again.

So…you don’t.

At least, you try not to. But it proves quite difficult.

After deciding against posting the whole video for your channel, and instead only uploading the part where he comes on your tits, it becomes harder to ignore what you two have done.

After all, the response is overwhelming. Positive, excited, and extremely lucrative. Most of the requests are for more of the mysterious man they’ve come to know, and you try not to feel disappointed when you realize there won’t be any more guest appearances.

You wonder if he’s watched it. Wonder if he remembers that day the way you do.

Sometimes you slip up, and you watch the beginning just to hear him talk to you. You watch the way you undress him. Watch the way he kisses you. Watch the way he drives himself inside of you and begs you to come for him.

But then it hits you. Like a fucking freight train. It won’t ever happen again, and lingering on the one time it did isn’t healthy.

So, you turn it off, and attempt to resume life as normal.

You reach out to Max to apologize yet again for what happened, and he’s incredibly understanding. He asks if you’d like to meet for drinks and go over another scene for the future.

And you agree because you will do anything to put Mr. Styles in your rearview mirror.

You don’t mention the meeting to your boss. You figure it won’t do any good, and even if he disapproved, it’s not like he would tell you.

This is your game now. Not his.

So, with a new lease on life, you head for the bar to meet with Max, eager to find out what he has in store.

He’s happy to see you. Pulling out your chair and refusing any attempts at apologies that you offer.

Which you’re more than appreciative of, although you can’t help feeling a bit guilty that he didn’t get the content he’d been wanting.

“Seriously, don’t even worry about it,” he repeats for the third time since you sat down. “Honestly. I get it, once other people get involved, it gets complicated.”

“Yeah,” you agree quietly, sheepishly glancing down at your lap. “But still. He shouldn’t have…I shouldn’t have let him run you out like that.”

He smiles. “It’s fine. Listen, your boyfriend has nothing to worry about. Really. And we can proceed however you feel is best—”

“Oh, no, he’s…he’s not my boyfriend,” you interject, head shaking quickly. “No, he was just…nobody. He’s nobody. Anymore.”

Max studies you for a moment, seemingly curious at your insistence. “Oh? Does…he know that?”

You swallow thickly and take hold of your glass. “Yeah. He does.”

A beat before he nods.

“All right.” Max takes a swig himself. “As long as you’re sure this is something you want.”

You nod but can’t help finding yourself hesitating. “Yeah, it’s…yeah. Of course.”

His expression softens. “Boyfriend or not, he still has a hold over you, doesn’t he?”

And you grimace because you hate the way it sounds. Hate how obvious it must be to everyone else. Hate that it’s even a thing at all.

“No, he just…he’s infuriating,” you argue. “I mean, you were there. You saw what he’s like.”

“I was and I did,” he agrees with a smirk. “Infuriating is the nicer way to put it.”

“He’s a dick,” you correct, making you both smile. “But I trusted him. And I trusted his judgment. And him being so…blunt is sometimes a good thing. Because there’s no room for overthinking or questioning what he really wants. He tells you. Exactly how he feels, exactly how he feels it.”

Max nods thoughtfully, urging you to continue.

“And yet there are so many things I feel like he’s keeping from me,” you murmur. “And maybe he doesn’t owe me answers. Maybe it doesn’t even matter, but I just…there was this moment when we were on the same page. When it felt so seamless, and easy, and good. And now…”

Max sighs. “Now he’s nobody.”

You both grow quiet as you let this settle.

“Yeah,” you whisper, taking a sip of your drink. “He’s nobody. And it’s nothing. And it’s over anyway, so…I’m free to do whatever I’d like.”

He laughs. “That’s a great attitude.”

“Why thank you very much.”

“Of course.” He rubs his hands together. “Well, I guess in that case…maybe we should go over—”

“Peach Valentine.”

And almost as if you spoke him into existence, that familiar voice finds you. Cutting right through your conversation as chills fly up the back of your neck.

You almost don’t want to look. Want to pretend that this is merely a subconscious projection of the very last man you want to see.

But you can feel his presence behind you. Can smell his cologne and can see the surprised look on Max’s face.

Of course he’s here.

Slowly, you turn around, letting your eyes find the tall figure looming only a foot or two away.

He’s wearing an expression you know all too well. The one that tells you exactly what he’s thinking without him having to say a single word.

And your stomach sinks.

“Sir,” you whisper, voice oddly timid before you clear your throat and straighten up. “Hello.”

For a moment, he’s quiet. Offering nothing more than a blank stare. Then, he looks at Max. He looks at you. And nobody speaks.

Finally, his jaw sets, and his hands bury themselves deep within his expensive pockets. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m…I’m meeting with Max,” you reply, shooting a smile toward your new friend.

Mr. Styles frowns. “You didn’t tell me you were meeting him.”

“I didn’t think I had to,” you retort, lowering your voice as you send him a pointed look. “Seeing as we’re not partners anymore.”

His eyes narrow. “You’re still my assistant. And your well-being is my concern.”

“Oh? I thought what I did with my personal life didn’t concern you.”

“It does when it has to do with him.”

Your glare begins to mirror his. “Well, since I am in need of a new business partner, I figured Max would be the perfect one to ask.”

Mr. Styles rolls his shoulders back, regarding you carefully. “And since when are you in need of a new business partner?”

“Since my old one walked out on me.”

This does it. His features twist into an unforgiving and rather harsh look of disdain as he steps closer and drops his tone. “I told you, I needed to explain—”

“No, you don’t need to explain,” you correct. “I’m not upset. I’m not bitter. I’m not angry. But that doesn’t change the fact that our agreement is over.”

His teeth grit. “Just because I left doesn’t mean I was ending our deal—”

“It does in my book. I don’t have time to wait for you, Sir.” You sit up, leveling the playing field. “Now if you’ll excuse me—”

His fingers suddenly wrap around your upper arm, tugging on you until your feet hit the floor, forcing you to stand. “I need to talk to you.”

A bit surprised, you blink rapidly and attempt to pull yourself free. “Mr. Styles—”

“Now, Peach.”

You want to argue. Want to fight him on this. Want to stay strong, stay with Max. Send the mean man away.

But you know him, no matter how belligerent he’s being. And there’s something in those eyes that you’ve found yourself lost in that persuades you to nod and follow him to the hallway.

The moment you’re alone and the loud music has been dulled to a quiet hum, you step away from him. Put the necessary distance between your bodies as he watches you go.

“You shouldn’t be talking to him,” he says simply, almost as if it were obvious. “In fact, you shouldn’t be here at all.”

You scoff, rearing back to stare at him incredulously. “I’m sorry…you’re joking, right?”

“It’s a work night,” he replies, still infuriatingly cool. “And we agreed you wouldn’t do business with him—”

“We agreed?” Your eyebrow raises. “No, we didn’t agree on anything. You ran him out of the room without so much as checking with me first. And since when are we a we at all?”

He’s far too calm for your liking. “I told you, I’m still your boss. And partner. I want what’s best for you—”

“Really? Is that why you left?”

Once again, he scowls. “I told you, I had things to do—”

“Oh, I’m sure,” you snort. “Look, I don’t care why you left. I don’t even care that you left. But you did leave. So if I want to film with Max, I have every right to do so—”

“You do,” he agrees. “But you’re much smarter than that, Peach. And you know it.”

“Yeah? And what makes me so smart, hm? Sleeping with you?”

His expression twists into something you don’t recognize. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what? Sleep with you? Or point out that we did?”

“Peach—”

“No, you know what?” You take a brave step forward. “You have no right to come in here and demand that I leave him. Max is a good guy. In fact, of all the people that I’ve messaged on OnlyFans, he’s the only one that hasn’t said something skeevy or inappropriate.”

His expression falls. “Are you being harassed?”

“Not if I don’t respond. The block button exists for a reason. And that’s not even the point. The point is that you told me to do this. You told me it would be good for my channel to collaborate—”

“But not with him.”

“Then who? You?”

The hallway stills as Mr. Styles leans back. “This was never about me.”

“No. It wasn’t. It was about me,” you agree. “That’s what you promised. That this would be about what I wanted to do. And I want to meet with Max.”

The glare returns. “If you’re trying to punish me—”

“Punish you?” You laugh but it’s void of all humor. “Punish you for what? For being exactly who I thought you were?”

“You shouldn’t be here with him,” he says again, and your eyes roll.

“Then where should I be, huh, Sir? Should I be at home? Like a good little girl?” You take another step forward. “Should I be on my knees, waiting for you? Should I be fucking myself with that toy you bought? Pretending it’s you?”

You notice the muscles in his jaw constrict as he steels himself and throws you a look of warning. “Peach—”

“Because if I can’t fuck Max, and I can’t fuck you, then what do you want from me?” Another step. “You’re never happy. I can never make you happy—”

“Peach—”

“I get that this meant nothing to you. I get that.” You’re only inches away now. “But…you’re so confusing. You’re so goddamn confusing, and I never know what you really want. Sometimes I think I do, and other times…”

His lips purse shut but his eyes are soft.

“I feel like we used to want the same thing,” you admit quietly, heart in your throat as you stare up at the beautiful man before you. Your rage dwindles down to a contemplative annoyance. “And now we don’t. So…excuse me for trying to find somebody who does want me.”

Suddenly, he surges forward. Stepping up to you so quickly, and with so much power that it forces you to stumble back into the wall.

He cages you there, his broad chest brushing against yours as he peers down, features hard and unmoving.

“And you think that somebody is Max?” he sneers, almost as if mocking you. “You think that he wants anything more from you than the money you’ll make him?”

“Who cares?” you argue, but it’s weaker than you’d like. “It’s an investment, you said so yourself—”

“I am your investor. Not him,” Mr. Styles nearly barks, practically chastising you. “How could it ever be him—”

“Because he’s everything you aren’t.”

He doesn’t even flinch, instead cocking his head to the side as he smirks. “So that’s what this is? You’re trying to replace me? Trying to find somebody better?”

“Well it’s not hard.”

The Cheshire-like grin grows. “Fine, Peach. Let me ask you this…do you like who you are with him? Do you like the role he puts you in?”

Your lashes flutter. “I don’t…I don’t know what you mean—”

“Yes, you do.” His head dips until he’s fully in your space, making it impossible to know anything else but him. “Do you like how he treats you as though you’re nothing more than a means to his end?”

A breath catches in your throat.

“Do you like how it’s never about you? Only him?”

You squirm back into the wall, once again attempting to create a bit of distance, but failing miserably as he places a hand next to your head.

“Do you like how insignificant he is?” His voice has dropped to a dangerous purr, like silk that slips across your cheek. “Or did you like it better with me?”

A question meant to trap you and you can do nothing more than stare at the buttons on his shirt as you will yourself not to gasp.

“Because I think you like yourself better in my reflection,” he murmurs, his other palm now smoothing across your hip, subtly tugging you into his body. “The way I make you beg for me. The way I touch you. Kiss you. Fuck you.”

The words weigh heavy on your chest, making it hard to breathe as his nose softly ghosts against yours.

“Everything is better with me. And you know it. So why are you wasting your time with him? Hm, Peach? Who are you really trying to punish? Me…or you?”

And you could just slap him. You really could. Could fucking slap the dimples right off his face for being so smug.

“I’m not punishing anybody,” you whisper, nails curling into your palms to brace yourself. “I’m just doing what you told me to.”

“Well now I’m telling you to leave him.”

“Why?”

His eyes flick between yours. “Why do you think?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think. I want to hear you say it.”

The frown returns. “Peach—”

“Say it, Mr. Styles,” you repeat. “And maybe I will leave him. Maybe I’ll walk out of this bar, and never look back. I’ll delete his number, I’ll block him, I’ll never think of reaching out to him again. I’ll leave. With you.”

You can see the way he internalizes this. Can feel his grip tighten, can see the muscles in the arm beside your head flex.

“Just say it,” you mumble again, reaching out to brush your fingers down his chest. “Tell me what you really want. Because maybe I want it, too.”

Everything moves around you. The world, time, this moment.

But neither of you move.

And as the seconds pass, you can’t help but silently will him to finally be honest with you. To finally succumb to what he really needs. To make everything that’s happened mean something.

Then, his eyebrows weave together, and his lips turn down. “I want you to go home,” he finally says, and your heart drops so fast, it makes your head spin. “You’re drunk, and you shouldn’t be alone with him.”

“I’m not drunk,” you retort, now shoving on his sternum to create that space you so desperately need. “I’ve had one drink. And I’m not alone. You’re here.”

And maybe it’s too dark in this hallway to be sure, but you’re almost positive you see something painful flash behind his eyes.

“I won’t be for long,” he replies as he pushes off the wall and steps back. “I have other things to do besides babysit you.”

And that is your slap to the face.

Your hands ball into fists by your side. “You are such a fucking asshole. I never asked you to babysit me. I didn’t even want you here—”

“Clearly you need it,” he argues. “Since you aren’t capable of making decisions on your own. Even when you’re sober.”

You scoff so loud, it makes your throat sore. “I was doing just fine without you—”

“You were scraping by,” he corrects. “And you could do so much better if you realized that he’s nothing but a waste of time and sperm.”

Your nose crinkles as you make your way to the end of the hall, ready to rid yourself of him. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t…I can’t argue with you over the same goddamn thing. Okay, Max is nice to me. He tells me what he actually feels, and that’s something you could never understand.”

You think you see the briefest hint of disappointment, but it’s replaced just as quickly by a look of unamused indignation. “Fine. If you’d like your sex life and your career to be as mediocre as his cock…by all means. The choice is yours.”

“It is,” you agree coldly, ready to turn on your heel and run. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Styles.”

With that, you exit the hallway, leaving him behind.

And he lets you.

The following day, things aren’t as awkward as you expected. Mr. Styles doesn’t mention your run-in at the bar, nor does he attempt to restart the conversation about Max.

He treats you the way he did when he first hired you. With nothing but professionalism and distance.

At first, you’re thankful. There are no more sly comments or lingering stares at your chest. He follows your terms to let you make your own decisions. He lets your business be yours.

And he’s nothing more than your boss.

But as the days progress, you can’t shake the nagging thought that something bigger is afoot. Almost as though something is wrong. Off.

Maybe it’s just in your head. Maybe you want to believe he’s more affected by this little falling out than he pretends to be.

But you’ve known him for over a year. You know what it looks like when he’s upset, and this…this is not it.

However, you decide to push away the inclination altogether, and carry on with your work as usual. Because even if something is wrong, it’s none of your concern anymore.

That is until Nadia mentions it over lunch.

“Listen, he’s a very complicated man,” she says when you comment on his odd behavior, waving her salad fork through the air. “He tries so hard to appear uninterested, but I know it’s just an act. Nobody is that heartless.”

You swirl your French fry around in your ketchup, mulling this over. “I don’t know. He doesn’t…I don’t think he’s heartless. I think that’s just…who he is. He has a one-track mind.”

Nadia snorts. “Please. You should have seen him before…”

Your little lunch corner goes oddly silent as she suddenly presses her lips together and winces.

“Before…?” you repeat curiously, head tilting.

“Nothing,” she’s quick to reply, dismissing the comment with a flutter of her hand. “No, nothing. He just…he was more open when he first started the company, that’s all.”

You know there’s more to that story than she’s letting on, but you don’t push. Instead nodding your head as you return to your burger, letting the inquiry rest.

However, the subject is changed for all of three minutes before she sighs, and finally says, “Okay, look, it’s none of my business. And I don’t even know all of details, but maybe this will help make your job…easier?”

Once again struck with curiosity, you motion for her to continue.

“He had an assistant before you,” she begins. “His first assistant actually. I don’t know too much because I was working the mail room. But I do know that they were really close. Maybe friends, maybe more. I don’t know. But they were close.”

You lean back in your seat, endlessly intrigued as you wait for the rest.

“And everybody loved them together. She made him so happy. He was always smiling, always laughing, always walking around the office talking to everybody. Engaging in chit chat and catching up on everyone’s lives.”

It’s odd to picture your boss so open. So…infatuated. In fact, this fantasy she’s painting doesn’t sound like the man you know at all.

You have to wonder how different things would have been if he were still the same.

“Anyway, I don’t know what happened exactly, but something bad,” Nadia sighs. “The rumor was that she was seeing somebody he didn’t like. He got crazy possessive over her, and it drove them apart. She quit, and he became this sullen, hollow version of himself. And now that’s just who he is, I guess.”

“That’s…so sad,” is about all you can offer, frowning some as she nods.

“Yeah. It was,” she agrees. “After her, he didn’t hire another personal assistant for quite some time. Until you, actually. Which was kind of surprising, and I think we were all a little worried for you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, you seem to be handling him just fine, which is great. But…I don’t know. He just became very…cold. Distant, I guess. Doesn’t really create personal relationships anymore.”

You have to admit that this makes sense, although it doesn’t exactly help make things any clearer for you. “That must have been hard for him.”

“Yeah. And maybe he taught himself not to care, but…I think he hides who he really is because of her,” she admits with a shrug. “Which sucks. ’Cause he’s such a good guy, deep down. He just…he’s afraid, I guess.”

You hate the way your heart breaks for him. Hate the way this humanizes him. Hate the way it makes you second guess every interaction the two of you have ever had.

“Does he ever talk about her?” you ask next.

“No, never. I don’t even remember her name, to be honest. It was forever ago. Five or six years, at least.”

“Wow.”

“Mhm. As far as I know, he doesn’t date, either. I think he fucks around a bit. I mean, he’s a guy, after all,” she teases. “But he doesn’t really do anything…meaningful. Maybe he doesn’t know how anymore.”

Your stomach twists around an invisible knife. “I guess that makes sense.”

“Yeah,” she hums, digging back into her salad. “I don’t know. If he’s being rude, just tell him to fuck off. That always works for me.”

You laugh as the subject is dropped and the two of you carry on with your lunch.

But you think about it for the rest of the day, the information following you back to his office where you’re quick to find that he’s left for the afternoon.

So, you sit with this discovery as you go through your tasks. Unable to stray from the thought for very long before your throat constricts, and you feel a wave of disappointment.

You text him as you’re leaving for the evening. A simple, “Finished prepping the presentation. Hope you’re okay,” before you tuck your phone away and head home.

Hours go by without a response. Not that you really expected one, but you can’t help feeling slightly guilty for the role you played in pushing him to open up.

And no matter how out of line he was, or how justified you were in asking for his honesty, you know how hard it must be for him to be honest with you.

Especially if what Nadia said is true.

After messaging Max for a bit about your upcoming video, you decide to run yourself a bath, letting the bubbles fill the tub as you watch the water rise.

You’ve barely slipped out of your socks when your phone vibrates on the porcelain sink, making you jump some at the sudden noise.

The familiar name flashes across the screen, making your heart skip as you hesitantly hit the green button and bring the phone to your ear. “…hello?”

“You did it, didn’t you?” Mr. Styles says, but even through the static, you can hear that there’s something off.

“Did…what?” you ask hesitantly.

“You fucked him,” comes the reply. Blunt and void of any civility. “Max. You fucked him, didn’t you?”

With narrowed eyes, you turn the water off and step out of the bathroom. “I don’t believe that’s any of your concern—”

“So, yes,” he answers for you. Then, you hear him chuckle to himself. However, there’s something chilling about the way he laughs. Bitter, almost. “You’re very easy to read, Peach.”

You can feel your expression fall into one of annoyance as you lean against the wall in the hallway. “Mr. Styles—”

“Was he good?”

You glower. “Mr. Styles—”

“I already know the answer is no,” he continues. “Even your own fingers would be better, but…maybe I just wanted to hear you say he wasn’t.”

You contemplate this for only a moment before you cautiously ask, “Are you drunk?”

You can hear the subtle slur slip through the speaker, and your eyebrows raise as he snorts.

“No, I’m curious,” he retorts, but it makes your heart pound. “And I’m still a subscriber. So I want to know what to expect.”

Your stomach wrenches. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Why are you avoiding my question?”

“Mr. Styles—”

“You like to torture me, don’t you?” he interrupts, and there’s a hitch in your breath. “You always have. From the first day I met you. You were wearing that really nice dress. And your hair was up in that pretty ponytail. And you walked in like you were trying to walk into my life and ruin me.”

Your head falls back into the wall, eyes fluttering shut. “Sir—”

“And I let you,” he carries on. “I let you ruin me. I let you do the one thing I promised I’d never do, and now what? Now you’ve gone and strutted your way into somebody else’s life.”

And maybe he doesn’t know what he’s saying, but you feel this overwhelming rush of emotion, anyhow. “Mr. Styles, where are you?”

“Where would you like me to be?”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Says you.”

You huff. “Mr. Styles—”

“Tell Max I said hello,” he says instead. “And then tell him I don’t mean it.”

“Mr. Styles—”

There’s some sort of loud noise on his end before the line suddenly beeps three times and the call goes dead.

And you can only stand there, flabbergasted, as you stare at your phone. Wondering what the hell just happened.

You’re frozen for a good minute or two, running through your options. He normally doesn’t reach out when he’s drinking, at least not to you, and definitely not this late.

Maybe it’s a silent cry for help or maybe he just wanted to bother you one last time.

Either way, it breeds something unnerving in your gut as you groan to yourself and head back to your room to retrieve your shoes.

You don’t imagine he’s out. He has to be at his apartment, so at least you know he’s probably safe. But you don’t know what he might do. You don’t know what that sound was, and if he’s managed to hurt himself, but you don’t think anyone will be there to help for quite a while.

You grab the key he’d given you a few months ago. It was meant only for emergencies, although you’ve never needed to use it.

Tonight, however, you decide that this is as good an excuse as any.

You call an Uber to take you to his place, the lavish apartment building smack in the middle of downtown, quite a bit away from you.

Thankfully, the traffic isn’t too bad this late at night, and you’re grateful for the quick trip as you’re brought to a stop just outside the sidewalk in under thirty minutes.

You jump out, greet the doorman, and book it for the elevator before hitting the button for his apartment at the top of the building.

It’s a good three-minute ride before you finally reach his floor, and once those doors open, your heart leaps into your throat.

Even the hallway is exquisite, and your dirty Vans squeak along the newly waxed floors as you approach his apartment, and fumble with the key.

You unlock it as slowly and quietly as you can, hoping not to startle him if he is in fact inside, and the moment the door is cracked, you call, “Mr. Styles? Are you here?”

Everything is dark as you enter. Not a single lamp to be seen, only the soft glow of the city lights outside of his many large windows, and the pale shadow of the moon cascading across the floors.

You see silhouettes of furniture, walls, and a few appliances. Enough that you manage not to trip over anything as you make your way into his living room.

And then, you see him.

The shape of his body is outlined by the window to your left. He’s sitting on the floor, back against the wall as he stares out at the tall skyscrapers before him.

Your heart sinks as you pocket the keys and approach slowly. “Mr. Styles?”

He’s still. Deathly still, in fact. As if he hasn’t even heard you. He doesn’t even bother to look over or investigate your presence.

And then, he murmurs, “You shouldn’t be here.”

Your breath hitches. “Maybe not,” you reply quietly, taking another cautious step. “But I was worried about you.”

He snorts, arms slung over his knees, a crystal glass in one hand that’s only got a few drops left. “How nice.”

“Mr. Styles,” you try again, “are you all right?”

Now close enough to catch a glimpse of his profile, you see the sweaty hair matted to his forehead. The strain in his jaw and the red rim around his eyes.

“M’fine. You can go,” he calls.

You take another step. “You didn’t sound fine—”

“Well I am, all right?” he suddenly sneers, turning to face you as you lean back. “I don’t need your fucking pity.”

“It’s not pity. It’s concern,” you correct briskly. “You’re drunk, and upset—”

“Yeah? What was your first fucking clue?”

You shoot him a look of warning as you bridge the gap and hesitantly crouch down to his level. “Why are you drinking?”

“Because I fucking can,” is his reply, his normally soft green eyes now as sharp as the edge of a sword. “Is that a problem?”

“Maybe. Do you remember calling me?”

“Of course I fucking do. But I don’t remember asking you to come here.”

“You didn’t,” you agree. “But I wanted to. Because I was worried.”

“Why? Don’t you have better things to worry about now?”

You’ve never heard him sound so insecure, and you’re reminded again of Nadia’s story as you glance over his expression. “I haven’t slept with Max.”

This is the only thing that seems to reach him, his lashes fluttering as he leans back, although his scowl remains put. “Why not?”

“We just haven’t yet. We’re still planning the video.”

“So you’re going to?”

“I think so, yeah.”

“You think so.”

“I plan to.”

He scoffs beneath a quiet breath and looks back out the window. “And you needed to come here to tell me that?”

“I came here because I wanted to make sure you were okay,” you tell him again. “And to set the record straight.”

“Why? You were right, it’s none of my fucking business.”

“It’s not, but you still seem to care.”

He snorts. “I don’t fucking care who you sleep with, Peach.”

“Sure, okay. Is that why you tried to keep me from doing it?”

“I was trying to help.”

“You’d help me a lot more if you were honest.”

“I am honest. I’m always fucking honest.”

“Not about this.”

His eyes return to yours. “I told you, you can do better. That’s my honest opinion.”

“Fine.” You take a moment to study him. “Then why did you offer to help me?”

His head drops back against the wall as he mulls this over, but his gaze never leaves you. “Because you needed the help. I knew you could make more money if you just did things a little differently, and I was right.”

“Is that the only reason?”

“What else would it be?”

Your head tilts. “Why did you agree to be in the video with me?”

“You said you didn’t have anyone else.”

“Why did you get me custom jewelry with your initials?”

His teeth begin to grit, the grasp on his glass tightening some. “What?”

“The peaches would have been fine. My initials would have been fine. But you wanted me to wear your name,” you remind him. “Why?”

“I already told you, I wanted him to know who your real partner was—”

“Yeah? Then why did you leave?”

His lips press together. “I thought you didn’t care—”

“I do now. Why?”

“I had somewhere to be—”

“Where?”

“Yes, where? Where did you have to be?”

He seems to fight himself on the answer before finally admitting, “The gym.”

You lean back, blinking quickly. “I’m sorry, you rushed out of there to go to the gym?”

“Yes.”

Now it’s your turn to scoff as you shake your head. “Wow. No, I should have assumed as much. Makes perfect sense. Clearly that was so much more important than just telling me I made you uncomfortable—”

“You didn’t,” he suddenly interjects, shooting you this look like he’s disappointed in your response. “I left because I knew I couldn’t stay.”

“You couldn’t stay? And why the fuck not?”

“Because—” He stops himself, once again clamping his jaw shut as if wrestling with the truth. Then, he drops his head, eyes finding the floor as he glares at the marble beneath. “Because I couldn’t.”

And you want to scream because you don’t know if he’ll ever be honest with you. Don’t know what to do to reach him.

“You know what I think?” you finally huff, and he looks up. “I think this is about her.”

Confused, he glances over your expression. “Her who?”

“The girl who used to work for you. Your first assistant. The one who left.”

Instantly, the atmosphere changes, his entire demeanor shifting on a dime as he presses his back into the wall and shoots you a venomous look of intimidation. “Oh you do, do you?”

“Yeah.” You hold your ground, keep your shoulders stiff. “I think you loved her. I think you were honest with her. I think you let yourself trust her, and I think…she broke that trust.”

You can tell he’s not quite sure what to do with this, furrowed brows still knitted together. “And where the fuck did you get that?”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s true, isn’t it?”

His finger taps the edge of the crystal in thought, but his contemplative expression remains. “Even if it were, what does this have to do with us?”

“Everything,” you say simply. “She broke your trust, and you chose not to get close to anyone again. But then you started helping me. And we got closer. And created a bond—created trust. And the second you realized, you ran for the hills.”

He snorts again, but he doesn’t rush to deny it.

So, you carry on. “Max coming along only made things worse for your fragile little ego. And maybe you were trying to keep it from happening again, but you did a really shitty job of it. And now here we are, sitting on your floor, saying everything but what we really mean.”

He’s angry. He’s so very angry, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly, fighting himself on what he really wants to say.

You scoot closer, gently reaching out to take the crystal glass from his hand so you can place it on the floor. Then, you rest your palm atop his arm, and meet his eye.

“Harry,” you whisper, and he sucks in a sharp breath, tensing beneath your touch. “I’m not her. And maybe that’s a good thing, maybe it’s not. But I have only ever wanted it to be you.”

He’s quiet but you have his full attention. And the intrigue in his features urges you to continue.

“Even before you told me that you watched, I imagined you,” you admit quietly. “I’ve always imagined you. Your voice, and your hands, and your face. And yeah, I didn’t mind keeping things…professional. Strictly about the content and nothing more. But…you have to know I wanted more.”

Once again, the back of his head meets the wall, as if bracing himself from your honesty.

“I wanted more,” you repeat. “And I thought you did, too. Maybe that’s why it’s been so hard, and maybe that’s why I tried to use Max to move on. But I never wanted Max. I only wanted you. I just…I wasn’t sure I could have you.”

He looks down at your hand, gaze softening when he sees the way it looks on his arm. Like he’s mesmerized by your touch.

“And I need you to tell me right now what you want,” you say softly. “I need the truth. I have to know if we’re running around in circles for no reason, or if…maybe we can get off this ride together.”

He’s silent for quite a long stretch, letting himself ponder a response as the apartment fills with a solemn quiet.

You study his face in the soft glow of the moonlight, wonderstruck by the sharp curve of his jaw in contrast to the soft curls near his cheeks.

Even now, he’s breathtaking.

Finally, he clears his throat. “Ellie.”

“What?”

“Her name,” he says, “was Ellie. And you’re right, I did trust her. But I ruined it. Not her.”

Now it’s your turn to listen as he recalls this memory to you, nodding gently for him to continue.

“She didn’t…she loved somebody that wasn’t me. That was her only fault,” he murmurs, once again staring at your hand as your thumb strokes his tan skin. “And it wasn’t even a fault. But I hated it. Because I wanted it to be me. And it was never going to be me. We both knew that.”

Slowly, his arm turns over, allowing your gentle touches to dance along the more sensitive skin.

You smile.

“I crossed so many fucking lines,” he admits quietly. “As her boss, as her friend. I pushed her away only to drag her back and try to keep her close. I suffocated her. I let myself need her in ways I shouldn’t have. She had every right to leave. In fact, she should have left sooner.”

You feel the tips of his fingers brush against you as he subtly grabs on.

“And then you,” he whispers, eyes still locked on where you’re connected. “I’d been doing so good. Didn’t let myself slip again, and then you came along, and everything was fucked. Because I knew I couldn’t do to you what I’d done to her. But I let myself think about you anyway. Even when I shouldn’t have.”

You can feel tears crawling up the back of your throat, and the wounded look on his face is like a fist to the heart.

“And for some fucking reason, I thought offering my advice would allow me to know you without ruining anything,” he sighs, tugging you a bit closer until your knees collide with his. “Which obviously didn’t work. And then I was looking for excuses to be with you. To have you. To touch you. Even though I knew better. Even though I had to know better.”

He takes a deep breath. Holds it.

“I didn’t want to lose you,” he eventually exhales. “And I got scared that the only reason you felt like you wanted more was because I somehow tricked you into it. I confused you, I manipulated the situation. It wasn’t real. And I wanted it to be real. But then Max, and I got so fucking angry, and I knew I was doing it again. And I couldn’t. I couldn’t do that to you.”

He won’t look up. He won’t meet your eye, and the hard set of his jaw makes you take hold of his other arm and squeeze it tight.

“Harry,” you whisper, but his head shakes quickly.

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” he barrels on, fingers wrapping around your elbow, keeping you close. “Because I can’t have it. I can’t have you. And you were right, I can’t be your partner anymore. I can only be your boss.”

You frown but it’s sad. “Harry—”

“Mr. Styles,” he corrects, finally shooting you a look of warning that breaks your heart.

But you aren’t deterred. Instead, you release him so you can wedge yourself between his legs and take hold of his face. “Harry,” you repeat, urgent but gentle. “This? It’s not the same.”

He struggles a bit in your grasp, tensing up as he tries to pull away. But it only lasts a second before he’s settling into your embrace, allowing you to guide his attention to you.

“It’s real,” you whisper. “It’s so fucking real. It was real even before you called me poor and badly dressed.”

This earns you your first smirk of the evening, and the butterflies that explode in your gut nearly make you dizzy.

“You’ve tried to push me away over and over. But I’m still sitting here, on your floor, begging you to talk to me.” Your thumbs delicately brush across the bags under his eyes, and he seems to nuzzle into your palms. “It’s not the same. You’re not just my boss or my investor. You’re my partner, Harry. And I can’t do this without you.”

His arms slowly slip around your middle, encouraging you onto his lap as his legs drop.

And you eagerly oblige, straddling his hips with ease as you look down at him.

“I don’t want to do this without you,” you murmur. “So don’t make me. Please.”

For a moment, you aren’t sure what he’ll do. What he’ll say or feel. He’s still somewhat tense, and far too quiet.

Then, he tugs, crashing your lips into his.

And it’s the most honest thing he’s ever done.

“Turn around.”

The strong command leaves no room for argument as you quickly spin on your heel, eager to obey.

Your ass is revealed to the camera. Bright red from the many spanks Mr. Styles has landed to it. It complements the dark black lingerie set he recently purchased for you, something you’re both rather proud of, and perhaps the main feature of this video.

You hear him hum his approval as he approaches, large hands slipping over the curves of your hips. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs before shoving you onto the bed. “Think it’s time we show them what a wet little whore you are, hm?”

You feel his finger hook into the crotch of the panties before he’s ripping them aside, allowing your swollen cunt to glisten for the lens.

You gasp as the cool air hits you, but it quickly melts into a desolate whine when you feel his touch ghost up the back of your thigh.

“Look at you,” he muses, palms pulling on your cheeks to spread you open, giving your audience a firsthand glimpse of your mess. “So fucking pathetic, aren’t you, Peach? And all I’ve done is spank you.”

“Can’t…can’t help it, Sir,” you pant, steadying yourself on your hands and knees as your eyes flutter shut. “Just want you.”

“Oh you do, do you?” He kneads your bruised flesh with admiration. “Do you think you deserve it?”

You squirm a bit as you whimper, desperate to lean back into his touch before he lands another smack to your thigh, reminding you to stay still.

“Yes,” you finally answer, chin meeting your chest. “Wanna deserve it for you.”

You hear him chuckle under his breath as he allows his touch to travel toward your dripping pussy, large digit pushing through your folds just to make you mewl.

“I bet you do,” he replies, running up and down your cunt to collect you. Tease you. “But we have a deal, don’t we, honey?”

You want to kill him and kiss him all at the same time.

“Yes, Sir.”

“We do.” He pats you again, this time gently. “Go on and grab it, all right?”

With a nod, you outstretch your shaky hand for the object sitting on the bed only a few inches in front of you.

Already tender and slightly swollen from the way he played with you earlier (casually and much too cruel), you feel a rush of excitement as you hand him the chain.

After taking hold of it, he moves to sit in front of you, allowing him better access to the front of your body as he motions for you to sit back on your ankles.

“You ready?” he asks quietly, eyes flicking between yours as he looks for your consent.

You nod. “Always.”

With that, he reaches for your exposed tits and begins preparing your nipples for the clamps.

You swallow a dozen whines and whimpers as he works them shut, the subtle ache quickly dissolving into an immeasurable type of pleasure.

And he’s smiling so big, like he’s so proud of you. Proud of the way you look, proud of the way you feel, proud of the way you obey.

It makes the yearning in-between your thighs that much worse as he travels the other end of the chain down to your clit.

Once again, he plays with you. Drags his fingers up, down, and through to make you writhe, and make sure you’re ready.

Then, with great care but devious intent, he slips the clamp along the base of the sensitive nerves and secures it.

You choke on a gasp, body stilling as the sensation becomes a bit more familiar. It’s quite thrilling. Not painful, but prominent. Taunting you with its power as you glance down at the way it holds you.

Harry leans back to study you, carefully observing every pull of your brows or hitch in your breath. “You okay, Peach?”

You nod, lip sliding between your teeth.

He frowns. “Color.”

“Green,” you say quickly, nails digging into your thighs as you release a heavy exhale. “It’s just…new.”

His expression softens as he reaches out to grasp onto your chin and squeeze once. “I know, my love. But you’ll take it for me, won’t you?”

And you say, “Yes,” with so much adoration and excitement that it returns those dimples to you.

His eyes drift toward the computer, checking the status of the livestream you assume before he leans forward and presses his lips to yours.

You know your faces aren’t in the frame, but it makes your heart pound nonetheless as he offers you a moment of his affection.

“How’s your ass?” he mumbles between kisses to your bottom lip.

You nod gently and sigh into his mouth. “Good. Sore.”

And he chuckles as he sends you a devious wink. “Good.”

With that, he stands, and begins to undo his belt as he returns to his spot behind you. He doesn’t plan to be gentle today. Not for your first live appearance, and you’re grateful for his punishing hand as it ghosts down your spine, guiding you.

It travels between your thighs, tapping them briskly as a reminder to keep them spread as you bend back over.

And once you’ve braced yourself against the mattress, you feel those long, skilled fingers nudging at you again.

“Sir,” you whisper, desperate for the friction as he keeps his touch light, merely tracing patterns along your folds while humming to himself.

“Yes, Peach?”

You swallow thickly. “Please?”

“Please?” His thumb moves up to brush over your tighter hole, and you gasp again as you await any sort of contact. “Please what?”

“Please…please touch me?”

“Touch you,” he repeats thoughtfully, as if considering it. “I don’t know. Have you disobeyed any of my rules?”

With a quick shake of your head, you glance down at the duvet beneath you, the expensive fabric soft beneath your clenched fists.

“Have you used any naughty language?” he asks, the tip of his middle finger lowering to circle through your arousal.

“No,” you breathe.

He begins to push in, leaving your other opening alone. At least for today. “Have you called me by the wrong name?”

Not aloud, you think, biting back a smirk as you murmur, “No, Sir.”

The digit travels a bit further, the feeling of him pushing past your tight walls like heroin as you reel.

“Have you taken your punishment like a good girl?” he inquires next, and you chew on the inside of your lip as you nod.

“Yes.”

And you can’t exactly see him, but you can practically hear his smirk as he suddenly adds a second finger in beside the first, just to surprise you.

“Yes,” he agrees. “You have. Been my perfect peach, haven’t you? Guess you’re showing off for them, hm? Letting them think you’re actually an obedient little cock-whore?”

And maybe you are showing off, at least a little, but it’s hard not to obey this man. He just makes it so…worth it.

“Yes,” you call again, desperate to please him. “Only for you, Sir.”

Suddenly, you feel his fist against your scalp, scraping through your roots as he furiously yanks, forcing your head up.

“Only for me,” he nearly seethes, dipping down to press his lips against your ear. “Want you to fucking say it. Every time I touch you. Every time I make you come. Want you to say it. Remind them who you really belong to.”

Apparently, having his initials glimmer from your nipples isn’t enough, but that’s more than all right with you.

You’ll happily vow your life to him as many times as he needs. Because there’s something empowering about having a man beg you to be his.

And for the first time since you’ve met him, you realize…you’re on the same ground. Equal partners. Equal power.

You and him.

One.

With that instruction, he curls, now stroking and thrusting into you with a fervent need to force you up the mountain.

“Only you,” you whisper between salacious moans for relief. “Only, Sir.”

“That’s right,” he hisses, smacking his other palm against your ass before groping at the tender skin. Soothing it and stimulating it at the same time.

The pace increases, faster and faster until you feel as though you can’t breathe. Until you’re trying to meet his rhythm by rocking back into his touch, but the hand on your hip holds you steady. Makes you patient.

“Only you.” It’s almost inaudible, released through quivering lips as you begin to slip into your first. “Only you. Only…”

He plunges in to the knuckle, beckoning you toward your release as it hits you hard. Fireworks go off behind your eyes as you keen, sweat beading around your hairline, and chest heaving.

“God, only you,” you barely manage as you fight for air. “Just you, Sir. Always.”

He takes his fingers out, allowing the world to see your come drip along the insides of your thighs. And the loss of contact makes your chest ache as you whimper and peek over your shoulder for a glimpse of his face.

He’s smug. Because of course he is, endlessly pleased with the way you’ve come undone so quickly.

Wet digits quickly outstretch for your cheeks, pushing on your lips to accentuate your already obvious pout.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he warns darkly. “You know better.”

You glance up at him with remorse and desperation, hoping your tiny hum will be enough to sway him. “M’sorry, Daddy.”

It’s the first time today you’ve used the nickname, and you watch the effect it has on him as he tightens his grip and scrapes his teeth together.

“Peach,” he grumbles, “don’t fucking test me. Not today.”

“I’m not. Promise. Just wanna feel you.”

And that’s the truth. It’s all you ever want. Want his cock, his time, his attention. Anything he’ll give you, and he knows this.

Because he wants you just as bad.

And maybe, if he had the strength, he’d punish you for this little game. He’d waste hours just making you wait for him. Tying you up, leaving you to beg, taunting you with something you can’t have.

But today, that would punish him, too. And you can see that he doesn’t have the capacity to go without you, not even for show.

So, he releases his hold on you only to land a very firm and sharp smack to your cheek. And it stings but it feels so good, forcing another groan as you lean back.

“And you will,” he finally decides, settling behind you again as he begins to tug his pants down. “Gonna feel me for days, honey. Make sure you can’t fucking sit without thinking of me.”

Just the image of you in one of those boardroom meetings, legs still bruised and clenched tightly together as you sit for hours on end makes you gasp.

He’s gotten braver recently. Normally, he’s tame. Making you rest on his lap in the privacy of his office while he absentmindedly runs circles over your clit. Answering emails as he plays with you. Like it’s just an average workday.

But now he tries to tease you in public. In meetings, at lunch, when you’re apart. Making you sit with a remote-controlled toy deep inside your cunt during a meeting with the board of directors. Changing the tempo over and over again while forcing your silence. Leaving you to squirm in your seat as you silently beg him for mercy.

Sometimes he gives it to you. Most times…he does not.

You imagine this week will be no different. Especially after today. He always gets a bit more insatiable after the two of you have posted a video together.

He’ll make you watch it in his office. His now favorite tradition. And the comments and response will encourage something in him that makes you giddy. Possessive yet proud. Like he wants to outdo himself next time. Make you come harder, longer, faster. Make everyone watching eat their fucking hearts out.

You feel the tip of his swollen cock brush down your folds, lazily rubbing against you as he alerts you of his presence.

Just the feel of him makes you breathless, back arching as you silently plead with him for more.

He won’t give it to you, at least not yet. Not until he’s had a chance to watch you soak him.

He presses his hand against it, trapping it to your cunt while gliding it through your arousal. Gentle thrusts that have you clenching around nothing until you hear him curse to himself.

“Beg me,” he calls, grasping onto your ass cheek to pull it apart, allowing him a better view. “Beg me to fuck you, Peach. Beg Daddy to make it better.”

“Please,” you comply instantly, a subtle quiver in your voice. “Please, Daddy. Need you. Need to feel you. Hurts.”

“Oh, honey,” he coos, finally circling the rim of your aching hole and pushing in only an inch just to pull back. “Bet it does. Know I’ve been teasing you all day, haven’t I?”

You whine again. “I deserved it. Always love it when you tease me.”

He chuckles under his breath, and you know you’ve made him proud. “That’s right. Know you do, my love. Because you know I just wanna make it better for you, hm?”

“I know.” You attempt to wiggle back into him, but his unrelenting grip keeps you frozen to your spot. “Always do, Sir. Always make it better.”

He slides in again, further this time, allowing your body to stretch for him. Then, he slides out, leaving you to wilt as you swallow a groan.

“And I always will,” he answers, knee knocking into your inner thigh as an instruction to spread your legs a bit further. “Just have to behave for me. Think you can do that, Peach? Think you can be good for me?”

And you’ve never wanted anything more, head nodding quickly before he finally thrusts into you with such power and dominance that it knocks the wind from your lungs.

Truth be told, you never know what you’re going to get with him. What rhythm will drive him. But you’ll take anything he offers. Because hard and slow or fast and eager…it’s perfect. Sets your nerves on fire and leaves you desperate and depraved.

The sounds of him pushing through and pulling out are sure to be captured by the microphone. You can’t see the computer, but you imagine the audience is loving it. They always seem to enjoy sounds as much as you do. And Harry’s sounds are the best.

Your quick breaths intertwine seamlessly with his unforgiving grunts. Like a melody for the soul, and you slowly slide down until your chest meets the mattress, although your ass stays up.

He seems to like this angle, nails scraping down your spine before he lands another smack to your cheek. “There she is.”

Both sets of clamps are stimulated as you’re pushed against the bed, making your eyes roll back every time he drives himself to the hilt.

The pain is delicious. Exactly what you’d needed, and just when you think it can’t get any better…he slips an arm around your stomach and forces you back up.

Instantly, his hand is on your throat, tugging your back into his chest as he settles you down on his cock.

Dominant fingertips press into the sides of your neck, playing with your airways as you gasp. And for a moment, you are nothing more than his toy. Just a body for him to use, and the idea makes you clamp down on him until he groans and nuzzles his nose into your shoulder.

But you know it’s more to him than that. Know that you’re not just this thing for him to abuse and ruin. He wants to worship you. Treat your body like the divine gift it is, and even though this display of aggression is uncouth…it’s meant for you. To make you feel good. Everything he does is always for you.

“So good, baby,” he whispers, just quiet enough that only you can hear. “Fucking love the way you feel, Peach. Always so warm for me. So wet. My perfect hole.”

You shudder, nails reaching for his arm to scratch down his skin. Desperate to be even closer to him.

His hand then drops to your chest, finding your breast and groping at it mercilessly as you cry out. The clamps are tugged, stimulating the rings, and forcing your back to arch. So many sensations are being exploited that it’s nearly impossible to think straight. Your mind is mush, focused only on one thing to keep from drowning:

Him.

“Wanna come, don’t you?” he taunts, now louder so the audience can hear. “Wanna come on my cock, so they see what I do to you?”

You nod quickly, unable to vocalize your agreement. But he doesn’t need it. He knows. Can read your body like a book, and it makes him smile into your heated skin.

“Good,” he whispers, pressing a lingering kiss to your neck before reaching down to undo the clamp around your clit. “Go.”

The moment the pressure is released, it hits you. Your toes curl, your eyes roll back, and you make so many noises, you wouldn’t be surprised if the people below Harry’s apartment can hear you.

He works you through each ripple and aftershock, perhaps hoping to send you into a third, but your body needs a moment to recharge.

And this is more than fine with him because it gives him a bit more time to watch himself disappear into you. His favorite part.

You collapse in his hold, held up only by his strong arm that’s thankfully bare, allowing you to glance down at his tattoos.

He takes his shirt off for almost every video now. He knows that nobody will be able to recognize his tattoos, but he especially knows how much you love them. Love to lick them, trace them, stare at them.

Your perfect pastime, and you think this now as you grip onto his wrist and squeeze.

He exhales into your shoulder before he’s suddenly cursing and pulling out, the sound of his slick cock slipping from your cunt making you whimper.

With a single pat to your hip, he growls, “On your back.”

You nearly throw yourself down onto the bed, finally able to face him fully as you’re met with the sight of his flushed cheeks.

He’s so beautiful when he’s turned on, and you feel nothing but grateful to be able to witness this sight firsthand. Even your audience is denied such a pleasure, and it makes it feel that much more special to you.

He pushes your legs apart and settles between your thighs, grasping onto his cock before guiding it toward your chest.

He never comes inside you on film. He claimed it was because they don’t deserve to see it, and you didn’t argue. You like the idea. Occasionally he’ll capture a short clip of the way he leaks out of your pussy, but it’s never posted. Instead saved just for the two of you to watch whenever you need.

So while you’ll miss feeling him inside of you today, you know that it’s worth it. You like that you get to keep something for just the two of you. You like this possessive side of him.

Love it, in fact.

Nodding at your breasts, he silently instructs you to grab them, to which you do, pushing them together as he brings his swollen and soaked cock closer.

Slowly, he slides between your tits, disappearing beneath the supple flesh as you both groan your approval.

He’s already seconds away from his own release, but he edges himself by fucking your tits for as long as he can. Staring wordlessly at the way he looks beside his initials on your nipples.

“Fuck, Peach,” he breathes, brows knitted together as his jaw clenches. “Like it like this, don’t you? Like it when I come like this?”

And you do, a soft sough of agreement all you can offer as you look down at the way his tip pokes through the valley you’ve created. The contrast of his pink flesh against your skin is beautiful. Artful, even. And it makes you smile, wider than you have all day.

His pace is slow, allowing you to feel the slickness paint your chest before he’s suddenly tensing, the muscles in his stomach contracting quickly.

You await his offering eagerly, practically panting as you watch him run his palm along his cock before he’s releasing all over your torso and chest.

He falls forward, bracing himself with a hand beside your head while you throw your arms around his neck to keep him close.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you whisper as he milks the last few drops. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You feel a shiver roll across his body at your comment before he’s smashing his lips into yours, dancing his relieved sighs across your tongue.

It takes a good minute or two for you both to find your bearings, but once you have, he reaches toward the nightstand where the remote lies.

Aiming it at the camera, he clicks a couple of buttons, and the red light turns off, signaling that the livestream has ended.

Now alone in his massive bedroom, he grins down at you. “My sweet fucking girl. Did so well for me, honey.”

You bask in his praise, nuzzling your nose against his before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “That was fun. Like it when you fuck my tits.”

“Yeah?” He’s smirking again, palm now smacking against your breast just to watch it jiggle. “Good. ’Cause I don’t plan to stop.”

Your arms snake tighter around his neck until he’s forced to lay his chest against yours. “Think they liked it?”

“I know they did,” he murmurs, face disappearing into your neck as he breathes you in, sweaty or not. “They love you, Peach. You’re so good to them.”

You press your lips into his hair.

“You’re good to me, too,” he adds quietly, sliding his hand across your body until he can hold onto you. “Always so fucking good. Best thing that ever happened to me.”

A sort of flutter happens in your stomach as you squeeze him tighter. “Ditto.”

You stay there for a few minutes at least, teetering on the verge of sleep before Harry declares you need to get clean.

He scoops you up and carries you to his large bathtub, dipping you into the warm water once it’s ready and settling himself on the other side to face you.

You talk for what feels like hours, until you’re pruned, and the bubbles have disappeared. You go over the scene, go over what you think the comments will be, and even go over his schedule for the upcoming work week.

It’s weird the way you’ve managed to balance the relationship of boss and lover. You’re able to distinguish the two and create the appropriate boundaries. Making it easier to work together without driving each other nuts.

Something else you’re grateful for.

You stare at his wet abs as he talks, smiling to yourself as you admire every curve of his stomach, and every nipple he has to offer.

He splashes some water at you when he realizes before grabbing hold of your ankles and sliding your closer.

You kiss until you can’t breathe, and life feels really good.

Really fucking good.

Once you’re out and dried, you make your way back to his bedroom to make sure everything from the livestream is in order.

You scroll through a few of the responses together, making mental notes of what to do next time. And once you’re both in agreement that everything looks good, he adds it to your shared profile.

Appropriately titled,

Peaches and Cream.

I have no excuse for this or explanation, I'm just gonna blame it on the sick meds I took 🙃

I already miss them but I'm absolutely going to be doing some extras and maybe that'll make it not hurt so much 😭💞

Thank you to everyone who's read and been so kind and supportive!!! You have my entire heart forever and ever, I cannot tell you how appreciative I am 🥹♥️ This has been so fun!!

Peaches and Cream forever!!

Previous Part:

~ Four to Go*

~ Full One for the Money Masterlist

~ Other Harry Blurbs

~ Full Masterlist

Credit for the incredible and perfectly peachy dividers to @firefly-graphics!!

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Mark Sloan x reader who is best friends with Meredith. They secretly get together a few weeks after he arrives in Seattle. A few months later she starts to feel sick and Meredith asks her if she could be pregnant. She recognizes she might be and takes a test. It comes out positive. She freaks out and Meredith calms her down. Meredith still doesn't know about her and Mark so she keeps begging the reader to tell her who the father is. This goes on for a few days, with a few friends joining in on the questioning. She hasn't told Mark yet though. During one of these conversations, Mark overhears them and drops the files he's holding. He goes to the reader and says “We're having a baby?” with a huge smile on his face. She nods and he hugs and kisses her. Meanwhile, those listening in are completely shocked because nobody saw that coming. Please?

❛ 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Mark Sloan x Pregnant!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: This was very specific ahah, hope you'll like it anon!

You rushed into the locker room, hoping you weren't late, luckily they were all still there.

"Where were you?" you have been warmly welcomed by your group.

"I was- I've just- well now I'm here" you took off your shirt starting to get ready, without adding details about your horrible morning.

"Oh the girl has a secret lover" Cristina said. You ignored her. "Maybe Jackson knows something more" she continued.

"What the hell are you saying?" he looked at her confused as he finished getting dressed.

"Wait, Jackson?!" April added in a worried tone.

"Kepner calm down" Lexie said to her.

"Okay stop, there isn't any secret lover anywhere" you said shutting up everyone.

A few minutes later everyone had already left, except Meredith, she was waiting for you. You were sitting on one of the benches staring into space.

"Y/n, are you okay?" the blonde sat next to you putting a hand on your shoulder.

"Umh, yeah..." you stood up to get ready to join the others, but just before you went to the door you stopped feeling the urge to throw up.

"Oh hey" Meredith got up quickly to help you. "Oh my God, are you pregnant?"

"What?" you recovered while she accompanied you to the bathroom to rinse your face.

"So?" Meredith's curious voice interrupted your stillness. You looked at her as if to ask where she was getting at, and a smile appeared on her face. "You're pregnant, aren't you?" she asked again.

Actually you didn't know what to answer her, it could be possible.

"I... don't know..." you said confused.

"Okay, stay here, I'm going to get a test" she rushed out to find one, the hospital definitely had one.

Meanwhile you sat down for a moment. How would Mark react? I mean, you'd been dating for a few months now and no one knew about it, but you had no idea what he would think about the idea of having a baby.

"Okay, here's!" Meredith came back suddenly making you scare. You took the test without thinking twice, anxiety was starting to rise. One day you would have thought about having baby and starting a family, but one day... now it would have been challenging, the residency was already giving you enough stress. But that day had come sooner than you thought, what the test said was clear.

You came out of the bathroom where Meredith was waiting for you.

"Positive?" you answered her by nodding and she jumped up to come towards you.

"Are we happy?" she asked you tried to hold back her excitement.

"I-" anxiety began to take over. "I'm just starting out, how do I handle all this? It's a miracle I can remember my keys when I go out, I don't have the responsibility like a good mother would have!" you were about to freak out.

"Ok, you're panicking, calm down" Meredith made you sit back on the bench. "You will have time for your baby, when you see him he'll become the only thing that matters to you, and well then you will become more responsible too… I hope" you let out a small laugh.

"You're right" you managed to come to your senses, while a huge smile was created on your face. "I'm gonna have a baby!" you exclaimed realizing the situation.

"Yeah!" Meredith literally choked you trying to hug you.

"Wait, so you really have a secret lover?" she asked more curious. You weren't ready to tell her, but you couldn't deny it, because the baby was there and he certainly couldn't have created on his own. "Oh my God is really Jackson?!"

"What? No!" she wouldn't even leave you alone for a second until you told her who the father was. For now you used the excuse of going back to work to get out of the way, but you should have thought of something else in the future. Even if she sooner or later she would find out.

During the day you managed to find a moment for yourself, alone to rest in one of the call rooms, when you then heard the sound of the door opening.

"We had the same idea" you got out of bed having recognized the voice.

"Hey" you approached Mark to kiss him. He smiled at you as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You look happy" he told you.

"I am" you kept looking at him smiling. You were so torn between telling him or waiting, but your pager preceded all your thoughts.

"Fuck, I'm sorry I have to..."

"I know" he gave you one last little kiss to greet you, you looked at him one last time before leaving. Yes, you would have waited.

Meanwhile, as these weeks went by, the thing that annoyed you and made difficult to go on the most wasn't the early pregnancy symptoms, but Meredith. God, you didn't think she could get this annoying. She wanted to know at all costs who the father of the baby was, sometimes you just wanted to disappear from the world for this. Yeah well, you would have done the same thing in her side, but it was so frustrating.

"Please Y/n, I won't say to anyone, you can trust me!" at one point you stopped to think about it. She was important to you, your lives depended on each other, telling her wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Okay... I have someone here in this hospital..." you sighed before revealing his name. "It's Mark"

"Mark Sloan?!" she repeated raising her eyebrows almost in shock.

"Yes, Mark and I are having a baby!" you repeated too, still almost incredulous.

"Are we going to have a baby?" you whipped around behind you at hearing her voice as he dropped the file he was holding. This wasn't exactly the moment you wanted him to know, so you looked at him nodding.

"Oh my God Y/n!" he approached you embracing you tightly, even managing to convey to you all the happiness he felt at that moment, then he began to kiss you intensely, not caring about the people who were around there. You wouldn't expected this reaction but you were so happy.

"I love you Y/n" at that moment all those hormones could have made you cry.

"I love you too Mark" you went back to kissing him. Meredith was smiling at you from behind, while everyone was completely paralyzed by the news.

"Y/n's having a baby?"

"Sloan's having a baby??"

"Wait, Mark and Y/n are together?!" Cristina, Lexie, Jackson and April were there wondering and unable to grasp the whole situation.

"Why is no one working in this fucking hospital?" you said confused and annoyed that they found out it too like this.

"Don't care about it, we'll be the best family in the world" he put his hand on your cheek to caress you as your foreheads rested against each other.

#mark sloan #mark sloan x reader #mark sloan imagine #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy imagine #greys anatomy x reader #y/n #fanfics #my writing #requests

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aarafox · 1 year

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On Stolitz, Desire and Misunderstandings

I’ve thought about them so much for the past few days that I just have to put my thoughts somewhere. This might be far from structured/coherent but contains everything that has been running around in my brain lately. Feel free to interact with me about this because they’re driving me insane (in a positive way).

Quick disclaimer: I’ve watched everything in nearly one sitting a few days ago and am new to the fandom, so I might be unaware of commonly known info or things the creators have said or confirmed. If you come across any of my questions that have been answered already, please forgive me for not knowing and feel free to enlighten me! Let’s begin~

The main thing that got me thinking about this so much is Blitz’s line in ep 7 when he brings Stolas home after their failed date: “Don’t act like what we have is anything but you wanting me to fuck you, okay? You make that really clear, all the time.”

But the thing is, he is wrong. We as the viewer know this, how Stolas chokes on his food when he sees that Blitzy calls, how he lunges to pick up the phone and how his eyes turn into little hearts when he hears the question. If anything, Stolas is smitten with Blitz.

He even calls Gabriella a “mood” when she asks Alejandro why he won’t love her. It’s indisputable that he’s thinking about Blitz here.

And how much he actually likes Blitz becomes even more clear to us at the start of season 2, when they’re kids. Stolas falls in love at first sight and blushes several times.

And then, 25 years later, he is delighted to meet Blitz again. After the initial (joking?) assumption that Blitz has come here to “ravish him”, he tries to make gentle conversation and asks him how he’s been. Blitz is the one who decides to initiate sexual relations—that is, he pretends to start it, and decides to keep it up when he hears Stolas chirp about how happy he is that it’s his “first ever friend” who wants to do him. But Stolas, before this, was surprised by Blitz’s advances and unsure how to react. Stolas, if anything, has to believe that Blitz is very sexually attracted to him.

That is why Blitz’s line in episode 7 fascinates me this much; one would think the reverse of what he says is true. Stolas has no reason whatsoever to believe that Blitz ever wanted more from him than sex/the grimoire, especially with how their relations began. So it strikes me that apparently, to Blitz, it hurts him to think that Stolas wants nothing else from him. He even begins to cry there in the van as he begins to reject the prince.

See the tears in his eyes? Why is that? Is he embarrassed? Angry? Does he feel guilty for putting Stolas in a “disgraceful” picture? Is he thinking about entirely different things that happened to him in the past?

And Stolas cries when Blitz is gone, because, well, he does think of Blitz as more than a sex friend. He was so excited to be asked out by him, he made himself look pretty, tried his best to make conversation with him, thought Blitz was actually taking him on their first date ever! He thought Blitz had called him out because he wanted to spend time with him, so he did his best to make the date a success, but all he received from Blitz was, well, nothing… He even tried to end the night on a more positive note by asking Blitz to come inside for something other than sex, perhaps to drink some wine and talk about what happened (or watch a movie, or cuddle 🥺). But when he hears that his sentiment of just wanting to spend time together has never come across—not now, not ever before—and Blitz actually believes Stolas just wants to frolic, that’s when Stolas leaves it for what it is and ends up crying.

(God I feel so bad for him, my heart)

And he spends a LONG time trying to show Blitz, via his texts, that sex is not the only thing that he’s after.

But he only gets one-word responses from Blitz. Nothing, literally nothing to keep going on. It’s no wonder he loses faith in that whatever they had could ever be anything more. And Blitz probably has commitment issues or is afraid of things not working out and he ends up keeping Stolas at a distance—until it’s too late.

And it just kills me that he does care about Stolas but somehow won’t admit it, won’t show it. And yet he sounds so hurt there in that van, when he accuses Stolas of merely wanting to be his sex friend. And he actually cries. For that reason, and for many other reasons not all clearly laid out for us.

Meanwhile Stolas has been crushing on him for 25 years. It’s only natural for him to propose the deal they made: he wants Blitz to be close to him (and he assumes Blitz enjoyed sex with him that first time, since he slept there for the entire night while at first only claiming he could do it “real fast”) and Blitz wants his grimoire. This is the perfect way for Stolas to get Blitz to be with him, because, frankly, he doesn’t have many other reasons to meet up with him. So they make this deal: Stolas gets to be together with him for once a month, and Blitz gets the grimoire. Perfect right?

Except when Stolas discovers that Blitz doesn’t even begin to know how much Stolas actually cares. That’s why he keeps sending those long texts, he tries so hard to let Blitz know they could be doing anything else and he’d love that too. That night after the date he already begins with those attempts, by telling him he enjoyed spending time with Blitz and suggesting things to do inside which Blitz misunderstands for him trying to get him into his bed.

But damn, if that was all Stolas was after, he wouldn’t get so depressed that he’d drink until passing out. He is heartbroken. And somehow, for some reason, so is Blitz. The first thing he does when he gets home is opening his phone to a selfie he took of them while Stolas was asleep.

And others have pointed this out as well, but Stolas doesn’t know about this picture and that Blitz smiled while he took it. On all the pictures Stolas has of Blitz, Blitz looks like he’s not enjoying himself at all.

So what must he think when he sends Blitz his reply that he could be in the hospital for a while in case he wants to visit, and Blitz doesn’t answer?

Well, that Blitz doesn’t want to come. That he doesn’t care enough.

Indeed, if there’s anyone who hasn’t been showing his true feelings or intentions, it’s Blitz. Stolas compliments him, calls him darling and “his” Blitzy, makes himself pretty for their date, and (for instance in ep 2 of season 2) blushes big time multiple times.

He’s had it bad for Blitz for ages, but he (correctly? incorrectly?) concludes that this is not mutual. And he has every reason to think so! Blitz treats their sexy adventures as a business transaction, is all serious and stoic to Stolas about it except for the rare occasion where he does show how much he likes it, like after Stolas rescues him from the demon hunters and he grins and seduces Stolas before kissing him.

But the times when Blitz talks about them to others? Those are moments Stolas doesn’t know about and doesn’t get to see, like when Blitz talks to Striker and stutters like mad trying to explain what they are and aren’t. He never outright says that they’re not dating. He doesn’t even deny Millie’s words when she says they’re boyfriends.

(M&M totally know I’m wheezing)

It just drives me insane how Blitz isn’t honest with his feelings, especially towards Stolas. He probably chooses to believe that Stolas only wants to have sex with him, because that’s more convenient and safer for him, and enables him to keep Stolas at a distance.

Perhaps that is why he never properly responds to Stolas’s texts, never jumps to the opportunity to agree to Stolas’s indirectly asked questions or suggestions. Getting closer might be a bad idea somehow—but after those texts he has to understand what the prince’s intentions are, right? They just don’t talk about it at all; we also aren’t told whether they still do it or not, or just exchange the book like Stolas’s texts suggest. This is striking compared to season 1, where we got scenes of them in bed or talking about their next meet up.

It isn’t until Stolas’s life is in actual danger when Blitz begins to realise how much he cares.

“He can get hurt?” His eyes are trembling with disbelief. After that he finally sends Stolas a text first, and then begins typing again, and stops. I imagine he started typing a yes, but stops himself for some reason. I really hope they’ll show us what Blitz was thinking in that moment. Why would he not go to see Stolas? Because he feels guilty? Because he’s afraid he’ll start caring even more when he sees him wounded in that bed?

But again, for Stolas this just means that he doesn’t care, and the poor owl curls up and turns away from his phone.

#stolitz #helluva boss #my brain is doing things #also if I'm posing any questions I should've already known the answer to please be gentle with me #stolas #stolas goetia #blitzo #stolas x blitzo #helluva boss meta #stolitz meta #I am greatly enjoying this show #not planning to interact with criticism #click on the pics for better quality etc etc #ngl their kissing scene was my fave moment lol... they looked so happy together #can't wait for the next ep uuuuuuugh sobbing

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wing-ed-thing · 10 months

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Konoha 12 with Children Going Through the Same Trauma They Did

Tags/Warnings: Body Image Issues, Grief, Mental Health Topics, Reader Insert, No Reader Pronouns, Mild Physical Abuse (Sorry Sasuke would punt you)

Notes: Boruto who? BORUTO DOESN’T EXIST FOR THESE HEADCANONS.

𓆃 Choji - Body Image

Easily the best at knowing what to say. He’s been struggling with his body image his entire life and has a wonderful grasp on what health specific to his clan looks like.

Choji strives to make topics surrounding weight and body shape normal and neutral in the household, so if you're asking about weight, it’s because some other stupid kid said something.

You are always reminded of your spirit, skills, and capacity for kindness rather than your looks.

Choji ensures that your home is a positive and safe place to talk about anything.

𓆃 Hinata - Finding a Voice

Hinata has always been a very patient person and knows how hard it is to break out of one’s shell. As a parent, she provides a space for you to be heard and to feel safe.

Hinata believes that you can’t force things when it comes to your growth and tries to nurture you until you have the strength to do it on your own.

Not to say that she doesn’t give a little push now and then. Hinata herself always regretted the amount of time it took for her to take chances and be vulnerable with friends, so she gives gentle nudges and reassurance when she can.

𓆃 Ino - Normalcy and Loss

A part of Ino always wanted to be a normal girl. There was a balance between civilian life and shinobi life that she couldn’t quite strike, especially when responsibility was thrust onto her so young.

She’ll want to go out with you often, whether it’s getting sweet drinks, getting your nails painted, asking for the friend-group gossip, or other fun activities.

A part of her craves getting more of those experiences in her youth, but she very much wants you to have those experiences for yourself and to have a consistent parent who “gets you.”

She definitely tries too hard at times— it’s embarrassing sometimes— but she means well.

𓆃 Kiba - Bein’ a Guy

Kiba always had a loud bark, but when it came down to it, he didn’t meet all the goals he intended to meet.

Being the energetic guy he is, he will be rooting for you from day one. Sometimes, you feel he gets more excited about projects and accomplishments than you.

Kiba is always celebrating you and always bragging about you. He’s proud of you that you have goals— big or small— but more than anything, he wants you to live your life in a way that makes you happy.

If you’re happy, Kiba is dragging you out for celebratory ice cream.

𓆃 Lee - Bullying and Inadequacy

Ehm. I mean, he means well?

You see, Gai took a very tough love approach with Lee meaning that Lee thinks if you push hard enough, you’ll find fulfillment... and that’s not for everyone.

He’s also not great with his words. Every so often, he’ll say something encouraging, but sometimes he’s just emotionally clueless.

If anything, you’ll always be celebrated for your uniqueness and what makes you you.

Lee genuinely wants only what’s best for you; his pure intentions are always clear.

𓆃 Naruto - Isolation

Poor Naruto, seeing you isolated would probably make him so sad. And angry, for that matter! Naruto isn’t above punting some jerk kid who made you mad (which probably isn’t great for the Hokage).

He’s a little goofy in the sense that he’ll probably take an over-interest in the things you enjoy. He’ll insist that you do things that interest you together.

He’s also really into pep talks and giving unsolicited advice (that probably isn’t really that great).

Naruto would totally give you pocket money to enjoy a meal if he’s busy.

𓆃 Neji - Unfair Family Dynamic

Well, first of all, Neji isn’t letting this happen.

I’m struggling to write a headcanon because Neji wouldn’t allow this. He wouldn’t allow the secondary-branch stuff to happen.

He’d be a fierce advocate for you, even before birth. But Neji is such a grumpy dad. The affection is there; it’s just through action.

He’s also not very good with words, so the affirmation is straightforward, but he would go to war for you.

𓆃 Sakura - Inadequacy

Your two best friends are also gods, huh? Sakura knows how that is, and she’s probably picked up on it before you tell her.

She’s reticent about things and always seems to tell you exactly what you need at that moment. Sakura is very encouraging, helping you problem-solve to figure out what your strengths and passions are.

She suggests that you pursue those, admiring your accomplishments, whether big or small.

𓆃 Sasuke - Having your family murdered in front of your very own eyes Going Down a Troubled Path

Yikes. Don’t go down a Troubled Path ™ while Sasuke is around.

I’m sorry. If you tried to leave the village, Sasuke wouldn’t be above punting you. I’m just the messenger.

Sasuke would be there for you, or at least try to, but as another shinobi who’s not great with words, he’d usually end up looming.

Maybe there are times when he can see your anger, and you can achieve a nice, quiet moment with him, but Sasuke will drag you out of darkness no matter what it takes.

𓆃 Shikamaru - Losing a Sensei

Shikaku knew best, and that’s what Shikamaru does with you. He’s straight to the point, not very into hugs or anything like that, but he does have an eye on you emotionally.

Shikamaru already knows, and he drives straight to the point, unarming you so that you have a space to feel your grief.

𓆃 Shino - Losing a Sibling-like Person

Another quiet Dad. He just wants what’s best for you too.

It’s all about the memories and the momentos. Shino would encourage you to cope and heal at your own rate but not forget the person important to you.

Shino would be there with you in your grief but ensure the focus remained on you. You would have space, and Shino would show his love and support through small gestures.

𓆃 Tenten - Bein’ a Gal

Tenten stuck a nice balance in her life, and she wants to pass that on to you too! Maybe you’re not the flashiest ninja in your grade, but Tenten is already working with you on a strategy on how to improve that thing you like!

Never for a second has Tenten treated you like something to be overlooked. Anything you want to do, you do!

Zero hesitation. Mention one idea to her; she’s already helping you put it in motion. To her, there’s nothing worth overlooking in the first place.

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Sometimes it was obvious from a distance when something was wrong with prey. But other times, you didn't know that there was something sickly about blood until after you'd drunk a deer-ful of it.

The heavy sensation of nausea was a familiar feeling. Astarion's old diet had never been what one might call hygienic. The rats of Baldur's Gate suffered from many blood born maladies. Repeated exposure had made him resistant to those, but the beasts of the wilds had exciting new diseases. One of which had him curled up in the corner of his tent, too dizzy to stand and wracked with cramps every hour or so.

He wanted to retch, but he didn't want to lose the blood and he was afraid of being ill too loudly. The others might hear and Lae'zel might make good on her promise. Was this bad blood or ceremorphosis? Can't be too careful and he wasn't in a position to object. You needed to be able to stand and see clearly to argue with a gith and a greatsword. Snicker-snack and then the party would just use magic to open locked chests.

That's how the world worked. Bad things happened when people saw that you were weak.

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The pain waxed and waned. When it waned he dipped into fitful periods of meditation. Which was good. Unconsciousness passed the time. But it also meant that morning came as a surprise. He startled awake because someone was knocking on a tent pole.

"Rise and shine, Ancunin. Time to be the only vampire in the realms who's a morning person."

He twitched awake and up into a crouch, but then his catlike reflexes slammed into vertigo and made that into a graceless scrabble to half sitting up. All the movement woke his head to the fact that it was apparently supposed to be aching terribly. He groaned.

The person at the tent flap crouched down and peered inside. "Are you okay?"

It was Tav. That was workable. He had pull with Tav. He tried to compose a response. It needed to be casual, minimize this, and give an explanation that had nothing to do with mindflayers. It took far too long, but he came up with:

"I'm afraid I'm not up for adventure, darling. I ate something that disagreed with me. About more than just being eaten."

The cavalier words felt heavy on his tongue. He couldn't roll them off with the careless lilt they were supposed to come with. But he got it all out without mumbling at least.

"Got it," Tav said, peering in at him. "I don't know what spells she has today, but I could get Shadowheart to come over and…"

"No," Astarion snapped much more harshly than he meant to. "No, that's…that wouldn't work on this."

He actually wasn't sure, he'd never had access to someone with Restoration before, but he absolutely could not stand the idea of the imperious cleric looking down her nose at him huddled on the ground.

"Okay," Tav said immediately.

He couldn't see her clearly. The dizziness was still with him and made blurry multiples of anything he tried to focus on. Tav was a violet blotch rimmed in sunlight at the entrance to his tent. She wasn't immediately leaving, which made him nervous.

"What do you…" She started to ask something, but trailed off and turned it into a different question: "How does this work?"

Ah. She wanted to know when she'd have a functional rogue back. That was reasonable.

"It won't last more than a day," he assured her. Which wasn't necessarily true, but the pain wasn't acute anymore and after a day he'd be able to conceal whatever was left.

"Got it," Tav said again, a little more slowly this time.

And then she left. She'd gotten what she needed from him. That was good. He could rest again.

Astarion shifted slowly so that his back was to the back of the tent, flush with the rock wall it was pitched against. The acute pain was gone, thank the Gods, but he still felt nauseated in a way that made him want to crawl out of his skin. He closed his eyes and listened to people moving around the camp. He didn't want to lie down again until everyone else had settled down. The clatter and banter of a group leaving for the day was easy to track because Karlach was among them and she was excited about something. After that everything was quieter. He started to relax.

And then he wasn't relaxed anymore because there were footsteps next to his tent and a shape at the entrance.

"Hey. Can I come in?"

It wasn't Lae'zel. It was Tav again. And he was so relieved he told her "Yes." immediately without really thinking about it.

She ducked inside and sat down opposite him. Her arms were full of random things. It was like when she went around compulsively looting everything in a room, only she'd done it to the camp. Which was strange on multiple levels.

"You're still here?" Astarion asked, a little muddled. Tav never stayed at camp.

"Sure," she said easily, as if this were in any way normal. "Wyll and the girls are going looking for buried treasure. They don't need me for that."

That meant Lae'zel was gone, which was exceptionally good news for Astarion's ability to unclench his shoulders. Tav shifted her armful of nonsense to her lap and fished out a bottle. She uncorked it and held it out towards him.

"We don't have any antidotes left after that spider debacle, but Gale thought an infusion of mugwort would help," she explained.

Astarion took the bottle carefully. It smelled like grass. He supposed it couldn't do him any more harm, so he drank some. It tasted like ashes, but so did everything that wasn't blood. It at least didn't make him feel worse, so he drank some more.

Tav deposited the rest of her burden, which consisted of pillows, a sleeping mat and a blanket.

"When I'm sick all I want to do is be surrounded by soft things," she explained. "So I grabbed a bunch of soft things. Do you want them?"

Yes. Of course he wanted them. He had a general policy of wanting all of the things. It was just perplexing when he didn't have to steal them. The blanket was the very nice sheepskin one Tav had decided to go back into a burning building to rescue after she'd finished saving all the people.

(After the fourth time she'd ducked back inside to save sausages of all things Lae'zel started howling that the tadpole had eaten her brain. She and Shadowheart had joined forces to literally drag Tav away as the tiefling argued animatedly that there were still potato wedges in the kitchen. It had been very funny.)

Then an explanation sidled into his head, illuminating his confusion--this was about the sex. People in alleged relationships did all sorts of odd and particular things for each other. He'd forgotten.

She'd asked him a question, hadn't she? He hadn't answered. He'd been running his fingers over the very soft sheepskin. Now he'd been quiet for too long and now the silence stretched out strangely. He didn't quite know what to fill it with.

Tav broke it with another question: "Would you like me to stay?"

He really wasn't sure. He didn't want to perform. That was so tiring. But it felt safer to have a body between him and the outside world right now. When he wasn't sure he could stand and definitely couldn't stab anything worth a damn. He had pull with Tav. She didn't want him to die.

It was really such a nice thing, to have someone else care that you were alive.

"Do as you will," is how he managed to respond.

She stayed. She helped him lay out the extra mat so that it lay straight on his usual one. She cleared away a pile of books and didn't comment or even look at him when he swayed slightly, or somehow stumbled despite the fact he wasn't even standing.

She ended up sitting cross-legged next to the entrance, looking out and fiddling with a lyre. The one she'd stolen from that drow they'd killed. Astarion had shifted the sleeping mats so that he could lie down with his back to the comforting solidity of stone. He had two pillows and the sheepskin blanket. He thought the mugwort might be helping because the heavy feeling of illness had gentled from claw-skin-off-to-distract-yourself-bad to just deeply unpleasant.

He rested. It was easier now. He even drifted off at one point. He closed his eyes and when he opened them the sunlight was slanting in a different way and Tav had picked up one of his books.

"Hey," she said, noticing he was awake. "Can I touch your forehead?"

Random sort of a question. But fine. Astarion made an indifferent noise that could be interpreted as assent. Then he went very still because she was touching his forehead and that was…odd.

"You don't have a fever," Tav observed.

Astarion pursed his lips. Now that he didn't have to concentrate on sitting up, he could inject just the correct amount of condescending archness into saying: "That would require having a body temperature."

There was a pause.

"Right," Tav said, sounding duly chastened.

"Don't quit your day job, darling."

She laughed. "And here I had my heart set on becoming a vampire nursemaid."

He snorted at her. Her fingers hadn't left his forehead, and when they did they curled away slowly. Trailing through his hair in a lingering way that made him very aware when the touch was gone. She went back to reading his book.

He felt better. Almost normal, as long as he stayed still. And he didn't need to move, right now. The camp was quiet. The only things he could hear were birds and the scrape of paper as Tav turned pages.

This was…nice?

This was nice.

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This is the start of a series. The rest of the story is on AO3.

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#astarion #astarion x tav #sickfic #hurt/comfort #astarion doesn't know how to deal with people being kind to him #astarion x oc #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #baulders gate 3 #fanfic #fanfiction

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the-eeveekins · 5 months

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The 18th Day of G-Witch: Precious Things

So, off the bat I get to address a complaint I saw about Miorine pop-up later in the show: Prospera never manipulates her into her bad choices, she makes them on their own.

And that's true, to an extent. Nearly every bad choice Miorine makes starting in this episode and into the next few were ultimately decisions she made. But in every case, it was Prospera's words that pushed her towards making those decisions. Prospera doesn't actually have to heavily manipulate Miorine into playing into her hands, she doesn't have to actually convince her to do these things, because she understands Miorine so well that she knows just what to say to make Miorine make those choices herself.

This is a perfect example of that. Prospera wonders aloud if Suletta will really give up Aerial and stay uninvolved in her schemes, thus pushing Miorine to concoct a plan to forcibly separate Suletta from Aerial. Time and again, Prospera hands Miorine the rope and she hangs herself with it.

These scenes make this episode so tough. You can tell Suletta has been waiting for Miorine, you can tell how excited she is to finally be reunited with her. And you can tell how excited she is that Miorine is about to turn 17 and they can officially get married. Look at her face, Suletta is so ready to marry Miorine as soon as possible.

This was essentially Miorine's last hail mary attempt to avoid something drastic. I think if she would have gotten a positive reply from Suletta, she would have asked Suletta to simply give up Aerial to Prospera/The Benerit Group and tried a different route of breaking Prospera's grip on Suletta. But Suletta's answers combined with Prospera's earlier words push Miorine into drastic measures.

Look, ultimately I don't like Guel and I disliked his character development and how much focus he got in S2 at the cost of more important characters. But at least the guy handles being rejected properly and accepts Suletta's response. Which makes the way parts of the fandom and even Bandai itself continuing to try and push this relationship so annoying and frustrating. He got rejected TWICE, accepted Suletta's rejection and moved on with his life. I feel bad for fans of his who keep getting stuck with merch trying to push that aspect of his character.

Also, there's nothing complicated about this scene, there's no love triangle going on. Only homophobes desperate to downplay a same-sex relationship would turn a scene where a girl clearly rejects a guy while explaining she has feeling for someone else (Miorine) into some sort of complicated relationship situation. Looking at you, Anime Trendz.

As if to drive home the fact that Suletta was talking about Miorine in the last scene, Miorine also reiterates that she doesn't want to lose the things precious to her (Suletta). I know it was frustrating when the show was airing that they never said "I love you," but given what we know in retrospect, I'm glad the staff still found ways to show that these girls loved each other. I'm so tired of people saying they had no chemistry or their relation was a weak one because they never said those exact words, when we now know that Bandai would have never let the staff do that.

Miorine is doing everything for Suletta's sake, even going behind her back and making decisions for her because she thinks it's for the best (just like her father did to her). This also begins the very frustrating trend of Guel silently sitting back instead of speaking out, because he clearly sees that what she's doing won't keep Suletta uninvolved. And considering his feelings for her, you'd like to think he'd push Miorine a bit harder towards a less drastic course of actions than the one that would hurt her so much.

This is a duel Suletta detractors love to point to when they say Suletta isn't skilled and is carried by the Aerial. "Override is cheating and Suletta was only about to win this fight because she cheated" was a common argument I saw. Setting aside that it's not against the rules, by the same vein, Guel is also cheating by using the AI assist to basically do most of the piloting for him. Funny how people are quick to disparage Suletta's skill as a pilot because they think Ericht controlled the whole suit (it was just the bits), but when Guel literally has an AI program pilot the whole MS for him, there's suddenly not a peep out of those people about Guel being a bad pilot. And sorry I know this is kind of a pointless rant but I've had to read too many sexists on Twitter and Reddit tell me how good Guel is and how bad Suletta is to not say anything.

Anyway, even though Guel had a newly repaired and upgraded Darilbalde against Suletta's damaged Aerial, Suletta still basically had Guel beat easily before the AI saved him and put Suletta on the defensive.

Like, I know Suletta doesn't literally say "Will you marry me?" but look at this dialogue and tell me with a straight face it's not a marriage proposal. If you think this scene is anything but Suletta asking Miorine if she'll marry her, you're either homophobic or have a horrible case of heteronormative you need looked at.

Miorine is a stronger woman than I am. After hearing that I don't think I would've had the strength to push that button, and you can even see her hands shaking in that moment. The anguish she must feel hearing Suletta say those words and knowing what she's about to do must have killed her inside.

Also...we saw what the GUND-BIT Rifle does to a mobile suit even in school regulation mode. Suletta was so determined to win and marry Miorine that I think she was seconds away from accidentally straight up murdering Guel here.

Honestly, this scene probably hurt me more than any Gundam death ever has. I was depressed for a long time after it aired, and it absolutely made in so much worse that there was a one week delay until episode 18 aired, making this the last thing we saw for two whole weeks until the next episode (which was more pain!) Even though this is my 4th time watching it, it's still difficult to sit through, and it's only made bearable by knowing there's a happy ending waiting for them at the end of this.

Lynn said in an interview that Miorine had to be as cruel as she possibly could in this scene because if Suletta had detected even the slightest hint of kindness or care for her in Miorine's words and actions, she would have held onto that and not let go.

I definitely agree that Miorine's actions here are awful to Suletta and I understand it when people say they wouldn't personally be able to forgive her after something like this. But also realize that:

Miorine never expected Suletta to forgive her or come back to her, and she was fully prepared to throw away her own happiness and her relationship with Suletta for the chance that she could break Suletta free of Prospera and let her live an independent, happy life.

For better or worse, as horrible as this is, it does work. This puts a massive dent into Suletta's belief that listening to her mother and following her motto will always lead to gaining positive things in life. And that dent is important in the next episode.

#25 days of g witch #g witch #the witch from mercury #gundam #g witch spoilers

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pandorasword · 1 year

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why am i like the only one rooting for chaeri and hongjoong 💀

can we get more chaejoong pretty please?

Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

CHAERI'S MASTERLIST

「 Hey! As I said in other posts, my goal was to get a deeper look into their relationship too so thanks for asking, I'm gonna use this as a chance to do that! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it ♡ 」

A look through Chaeri and Hoongjoong's relationship

დ The party

To Chaeri, that could be called the event of the year. The party she would never give up attending, no matter what the conditions or time of year. Every year, all (or most) idols born in '98 would meet to party, and she, born in the last but one week of December, barely missed it. Actually, one of the main hosts of the event was her. Being among so many co-workers, free from cameras and paparazzi made her feel excited and free. It was early 2022 when yet another reunion was organised in one of Seoul's most discreet and exclusive hotels, which would welcome them all night long. Although she loved the occasion like few others, she was very moody that year. Her relationship with Jungkook had been over for years now, and despite the constant back and forth between them, that period seemed to have really put a stop to the whole situation. She couldn't blame him for dating other girls, she was in no position to do so yet it made her feel terribly uncomfortable. When he and the rest of the maknae line asked her if they could go with her to the party, even though they weren't part of the required age group, she told them not to follow her because she had a date to attend there. Not that she really did, she just wanted to make her ex-boyfriend feel the same way she felt. She should have known that a couple of hours after the party started, Jungkook and Taehyung would still show up. Saying she was angry was an understatement. Had they come to check on her and her hypothetical date?

You could call it a sign of destiny that Hongjoong was just a few steps away from her then. Chaeri's brain didn't take long to process what she was going to do next: They wanted to keep an eye on her during her date? Well, they were going to watch her date then

"Pretend to be my date" "What?" "Pretend to be my date" "Sure, I can... I can do that. But why?" "Does it matter?"

The night, a summary

჻ Seonghwa shocked ჻ Hongjoong shocked ჻ Seonghwa deciding to leave them alone, earning a glare from his captain ჻ "I'm sorry to take you off guard, I hope you don't feel forced to do this" - "Oh no, not at all. It's a pleasure to help you" ჻ JOONG ALMOST BOWED ჻ "Don't bow, you're my man tonight" ჻ His heart missed several beats in response ჻ "Your man should get you something to drink, to be worthy of that title" - "I see we are on the same wave"

჻ Alcohol and sparkling cocktails made things less awkward

჻ They ended up on a small sofa in the corner talking about this and that, without Chaeri feeling the need to let members of her group look at her

჻ "When you came three years ago to congratulate us during MAMAs, I thought I was dreaming" "It's just a feeling that every celebrity who's been in this industry for a while makes you feel" "Your reputation precedes you but at then I didn't think 'Wow Chaeri from BTS is here to congratulate me' but rather 'This beautiful and talented girl is smiling at me as if we've known each other all our lives' That's… that's what I felt."

჻ Was he trying to flirt? Definitely. Was he doing it on purpose? Absolutely not.

჻ "Oh Lord, this is my favourite song. C'mon, let's dance"

჻ Hongjoong trying to politely decline

჻ "You are dancing in front of thousands every day and you feel anxious about dancing with me?" - "Ok… but let's dance this one only"

჻ They danced all night long

჻ "So… this fake date thing extends beyond tonight?" "You want to be my man for a few more nights?" "I would never back down from helping a girl out." "Ah that's it, all about kindness" "All about kindness"

჻ All about kindness my ass

დ How the fake dates became not fake at all

჻ "Are you flirting with me?" "Would that be a bad thing?" "No." "Then yes, I'm flirting with you" "So brave of you, Hongjoong. I didn't think you were so bold." "There's a lot about me you don't know yet" "Show me then"

჻ "It's hot when you talk back" "Really? Many men find it intimidating" "Not the right men for you" "And you would be the one?" "You wish, don't you?"

჻ "I am quite sure that to make this more realistic we have to work harder" "What do you want to do?" "Kiss you"

჻ “You need to stop kissing me like you mean it; I’m going to read into things wrong and end up breaking my own heart” "Stop pretending, then" "Do you want us to put an end to it?" "Or maybe a start"

დ Media exposure

დ The first time BTS react to Chaeri and Hongjoong as a couple

audio on! ⃕

დ Hongjoong's first appearance on an award show after his relationship with Chaeri was made public, in which he was showered with congratulations

დ Ateez talking about everyday life with Chaeri

დ Chaeri and Hongjoong interacting on social media

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madame-fear · 1 year

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What are your headcanons for Lucerys and reader’s first kiss?

— a/n : ok so it might be longer than i (you, perhaps) expected, but i just love this sweet boy so so much that i wanted to write headcanons for before, during, and after the first kiss 'cause he deserves ittt ♡ also, written on a rush and not proofread!

• Your first kiss would've been in one of those occasions where Lucerys invites you to spend time with him after he's finished with all his princeling duties and other responsabilities.

• Most of the times, he invited you to spend time with him by going to his chambers, and vice versa. Or perhaps, strolling through the vast gardens of Kings Landing, admiring the graciously blooming flowers and chat while sitting under a tree. But this time, it was different; Luke invited you to go on a ride on Arrax.

• And this idea was pridefully given to him by his mother Rhaenyra, as she, along with Jace, are the ones that always encourage him to talk to you, or invite you to do something special together; and this occasion was no exception.

• Luke went to his mother asking for advice on how to finally confess to you and where to do it, and she suggested on going dragonriding together as she knew you were fascinated by dragons. And she was absolutely right, as always.

• The moment he offered to take you on a ride on Arrax after finishing with his royal duties, your eyes had a shining glint of excitement and you, quite obviously, said yes in a hearbeat. Seeing your joy and enthusiasm would lighten his heart, making it intensely flutter with love.

• Being the gentleman he is, after he is left with no pending responsabilities, he would gently knock on your chambers with a rose on his hands, already dressed on his dragonriding clothes, and ready to take you to Arrax's dragonpit. Needless to say, his hands were trembling the entire time he arrived to your door, knocked, and awaited for you! <3

• It's also needless to say you, of course, threw yourself on him with your arms wide open, embracing him tightly and gushing at how sweetly gentle he is. Plus, he earned a shy peck on his cheek — and you can imagine how flustered he'd become the second he feels your soft lips on his cheek.

• Once Lucerys takes you to Arrax's dragonpit, he'll softly introduce you to him. Though, the pearly-coloured dragon will immediatly like you and lick your hand since he feels his rider's loving emotions towards you, making your stiffness at his grand presence wash away.

• The first one on mounting the dragon's back would be him, and then, he'd help you get behind of him and properly position yourself. The warm feeling of your arms tightly wrapped around him plus your own body being pressed against his as if your life depended on him makes him internally die of love, and nervousness at the same time.

• He'd take you to fly above the Red Keep, and would take you up to the clouds, allowing you to feel the sense of liberty that riding a dragon gives you, as the cool breeze of the wind gently hits your faces. At first you'd be a bit frightened, but eventually you'll relax leisurely, and enjoy the ride. Which, feeling you loosen up slightly makes a broad smile appear on his face.

• Since he's planning on how to confess to you the entire ride, he'd take you to a flower field, as to make the moment more special, and unique for you. Of course, the entirety of the time he'd feel his heart thumping rapidly against his chest with nerves.

• Once you land on the flower field, of course, you'd be marvelled at such beauty of a sight and would thank him by tightly hugging him and gushing happily. The rest of the day would be spent exploring the field, taking some flowers, and before leaving, you'd lay on Arrax's body side's together, and would simply chat and rant about whatever thing crosses your mind.

• While you ramble about something that he's not really paying attention to, it would be mainly because his eyes are fixed on how graciously pretty you are. Your eyes, your gestures, your facial expressions, your lips... everything about you is perfect. And of course, you'd catch him mindlessly staring at you.

“Luke, are you listening to me? Are you alright?” you'd inquire curiously, tilting your head to your sides as you lift an eyebrow.

• And right there, he'd return his attention back to reality, after losing himself on his own waves of thoughts about how he'd confess to you. Before responding, he'd stay silent for a few seconds, as he takes deep breaths, trying to control his increasing anxiety.

“I... yes, I am. It's just that... y-you look very pretty. You always do. And-” he'd pause briefly before continuing, as his voice quivered with nerves. “I-I don't recall having meet someone as graciously astonishing, loving, and caring as you are. You are the ray of sun that lightens my every bad day with a simple smile and hug. I... I love you! more than friends! I-I always did.” seeing the surprised expression on your face, he gulped, and continued. “B-But if you don't feel the same, I understa-”

• And you cut him off right there, by firmly cupping his cheeks with your hands, and pressing your lips against his. And oh, how sweetly you tasted... you tasted even more delicate and sweet than he had imagined on his own daydreaming.

• At first, it would've taken him some seconds to return the kissing, as he would've frozen right there, with widen hazel eyes and an overwhelming crimson fluster on his cheeks. But slowly and surely, he'd give into the warm sensation of your lips. It felt just right, like two missing pieces of a puzzles that finally fit together.

• One of his delicate hands would gently caress your cheek with his thumb, and the other one would be shyly placed on your waist. On the other hand, you are still passionately kissing him while cupping his cheeks lovingly, and almost in a needy way.

• Once you finally pulled apart due to lack of air, you were nearly panting; but a broad toothy grin appeared on both your lips, as you awkwardly chuckled, and you noticed each other's intense scarlet glint smearing your cheeks. Of course, your hands would remain holding each other, and your faces inches away — feeling your own breathing hitting delicately against your skins.

“S-So... does that mean you, uh... you feel the same as I do?” he awkwardly asked, slightly flinching at his own question. playfully rolling your eyes with a grin on your lips, you placed a quick, loving peck on his lips. “Well, why would I have kissed you if I didn't, silly? Of course I do.”

• His heart is exploding and being flooded with overwhelming rapturous emotions with every heartbeat. As you snuggle to his side and reassure him how much you always loved and adored him, while you also place your head on his chest, a goofy ear-to-ear smile would be seen the entire time plastered on his face.

• Both of you would then stay a while in the flower field like that, lovingly cuddling each other, and feeling each other's comforting warmth. Some satisfied sighs would escape his lips as he wraps his arms around you, and enjoys the moment he so desired for a long time, while his heart still rapidly pounds.

• Your lips were better than he imagined on his own fantasies and dreams, so expect him to keep kissing you on your lips more often.

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leefl00f · 5 months

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hello again!

I'd like to have Uzi and Nori tickle fluff, so maybe Uzi is cranky and ticked off cuz she had a bad day and her mom uses her solver form to cheer her up (such as her tail "losing control")?

Have a good break! (I also have two weeks off, it's so nice)

Storms won’t last forever, but cheer ups can

By Leefloof

Summary: Uzi comes home after another unsuccessful hunt and thinks she wont be a successful hunter like the rest of the pod. Luckily, she has someone who thinks otherwise

Ft. Nori, Uzi, (some mentions of other characters)

Note: Thank you so much for the request! I was really excited when this was requested because this gave me the opportunity to write the silly mermaid goobers! I had this type of scenario for a while now lol (only a few days but that doesn’t matter)

Hope you enjoy! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)˚๐*˟♡

Warning(s): None, this is a sfw tickle fic, don’t like keep scrolling

DNI N$FW/F3T!$H accounts!!! 🚫🔫

Words: 1,780

𖦹*ੈ‧ ₊˚ 𓇼 ˚𓆝 ₊˚.༄ 𖦹*ੈ‧ ₊˚ 𓇼 ˚𓆝 ₊˚.༄ 𖦹*ੈ‧ ₊

It was another day in the deep reef. The sun beamed down into the waters, giving off rays of light, while fish swam by one another to reach their destinations. They quickly swam away, scared off as a shadow loomed over the colorful environment. The shadow soon propelled itself forward, away from the reef and into the dark, open ocean.

"Uzi? Where are you?" Nori shouted as she looked around the empty space in concern.

Nori's daughter had decided to run away again. The younglings had another hunting session with their teacher. Apparently something went wrong for Uzi and she had disappeared according to Khan. Before he was able to talk to her, Uzi had already swum away. Now Nori was worried about her daughter's safety and began searching for her.

Normally she would travel somewhere to isolate herself from the pod, and she can make it a challenge to find.

As the giant orca worker swam deeper into the nothingness of the area, she started to see patches of seaweed growing around the sandy seabed as well as a trail of bubbles towards a patch of seaweed, surrounding an untouched area.

Curious, Nori swam towards the seaweed and parted them to get through. She stopped midway as she saw her daughter curled up in a fetal position, her body shaking and spasming as she cried softly in her crossed arms.

"Uzi?"

The teenager jumped, not expecting anyone to find her. Thinking it was those pesky seals, she turned around to meet the stranger with a glare, quickly wiping away her tears. Her eyes somewhat bloodshot as she had been crying for a very long time.

"Do you want to be beaten to a pulp?! I told you to leave me-!" Uzi stopped mid-sentence seeing that it was only her mother. "Oh, it's you."

"Yes, it is me, your mother. May I?"

"Sure."

Nori glided to where her daughter was in response, the smaller scooted her tail away to give her mother more space to sit by her. The larger worker allowed herself to float down beside Uzi with a concerned look.

"So, I heard from your father that the hunt didn't go as well, huh?"

Uzi said nothing as she hugged her tail and looked down, the only response was a nod.

"What happened?" Nori inquired

There was silence again, until Uzi turned away from her mother

"You wouldn't understand anyway." Uzi mumbled

Nori smiled as she leaned on her arm. "Try me, Uzi. I've been on this rock for a century now, there's nothing that I haven't faced before that you're dealing with right now." She said gently

Uzi hesitated for a moment before sighing. "Everyone had caught a seal but me," She began

"They were too fast for me, I couldn't keep up with them before it was too late. Doll had caught a small one just for me to not be left out, it was embarrassing," Uzi admitted "And all because I'm the smallest out of everyone in there."

Uzi groaned before balling her fists and roaring out to the sky

"Why does she always have to help me?! I'm not a droneling anymore!" Uzi shouted

Nori looked at her with concern, she was always trying to be independent on her own ever since that human had brought back her and Doll to the pod. She was trying to do more for the pod, whatever that human did really changed her and Doll.

"Uzi, it's okay to ask for help. We all need help sometimes, no matter our size or age. Doll cares about you and wants to make sure you're included. It's not a sign of weakness to accept help, it's a sign of strength to recognize when we need it."

"Even when everyone calls you a baby all the time?" Uzi asked with an unamused tone

"I don't want to be seen as a baby anymore," Uzi added, her voice filled with frustration.

Nori sighed softly, understanding Uzi's desire to be seen as capable and independent. She reached out and gently placed a hand on Uzi's shoulder.

"You're not a baby Uzi. For the past few years you have proven yourself to be a very strong lady. Just because you missed a seal doesn't mean you can't fend for yourself, it just shows that you need help understanding certain things." Nori explained

“Even when you get called a baby multiple times?” Uzi asked in an unamused tone

"Oh honey," Nori began, "The others might call you a baby for all the mean reasons, but know that you'll always be my baby. And mine alone."

The older woman reached out to caress her daughter's cheek, earning a small smile.

"Thanks Mom, but I'm still not—"

Without warning, Nori lifted Uzi up, earning a yelp from her, and started to playfully twirl her around. She stopped once she started to get dizzy and looked down at her daughter, chuckling at Uzi's reaction.

"You can deny all you want, but you're still my baby in my eyes!" Nori singsonged, playfully nuzzling and kissing Uzi's face.

The younger chuckled before trying to escape Nori's grip, her tail wagging at her mom's silly antics. After some time, Nori stopped and released her.

"So, feeling better now?" Nori asked.

"A little bit, I'll manage it though," Uzi replied as she propelled herself towards the wall of seaweed.

Nori followed her, but before she went outside of the seaweed, she thought of something else that could make her daughter happy. She couldn't help but smile at the idea; it had been a long time since she had done it to Uzi, but hopefully it would still have the same effect as when she was younger. She put her plan into action as she swam in a different direction.

Uzi kept swimming back to the deep reef, not realizing that her mother wasn't following her anymore. "So, are we still eating those leftovers dad saved or... Mom?"

Uzi turned around but didn't see her mother anywhere. She looked around, hoping to find a sign of her, but Nori was nowhere to be seen.

"Mom? This isn't funny. If you're trying to scare me by suddenly appearing out of nowhere, it's not going to work--whoa!"

Uzi was surprised as something suddenly bumped into her back, causing her to be flipped onto her back, rendering her unable to move.

"Ack! Hey!" Uzi exclaimed as she struggled to get back upright. She looked up to see her mother, Nori, hovering above her with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Gotcha!" Nori said playfully. "Lesson one of being a hunter: never let your guard down, because you never know what could be lurking about!"

"Ugh, thanks for the free lesson Mom, now can you please help me up? I can't move." Uzi sighed, reaching out her hand to her mother, only for her to swim closer to Uzi.

"Ah, ah, ah, you know how we end this game Uzi," Nori teased, as she stopped where her belly was, only then did the teen realize what was about to happen.

Uzi's eyes widened as she tried to squirm away, only to go nowhere in her struggles.

"No no no! Wait!" Uzi pleaded, only for those pleas to fall on deaf ears as Nori placed her hands on her sides.

"Once the monster catches their prey, they test which part of the body is the most tender to devour their flesh," Nori continued, her mischievous grin growing wider as she poked at Uzi's sides, earning small giggles from the child.

"Ehehehek! Mohohom!"

"Hm, could it be here?" Nori asked herself. "Nah, oh! What about here?" Nori moved her fingers to Uzi's ribs.

"Ahahahaha! Mohohom plehehease! I'm too old for thihihis! Hahahaha! Quit it!"

But Nori paid no mind to Uzi and continued to tickle her, enjoying the sound of her laughter. It had been a long time since she heard her freely laughing without having to worry about the others making fun of her, it felt nice for both of them.

"Oh! I know!" Nori exclaimed as she moved her hands back to Uzi's belly, she gently squeezed it a couple of times before perking up

"Aha! Finally! I found the most delisous part of my prey!" Nori playfully growled as she hugged Uzi to keep her from escaping

Uzi silently gulped as she tried again to escape her mother's grasp, a nervous smile creeping on her features.

"M-mom, mom wait, we can talk about this!" Uzi stuttered "I get it! I'm your only baby just let me go!"

"Oh but I'm not mom anymore, I'm the tickle monster!" Nori roared playfully

Before Uzi had a chance to protest again, Nori began to plant raspberries on her belly, causing her to shriek and throw her head back.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MOHOHOM! STAHAHAP!” Uzi howled trying to push Nori’s head away from her stomach

“Nom nom nom! Ah, what a delisous little hunter I have! I should take my time to eat this one!" Nori teased "She's just so sweet!"

“HEHEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! NO MOHOHORE!!” Uzi shouted

Tears of mirth started to dwell in Uzi’s eyes as her strength started to leave her body, she stopped struggling long ago and went limp in Nori’s arms, accepting her fate. Seeing that Uzi was at her limit, Nori stopped her tickly assault.

“Alright, the tickle monster’s had her fill of her prey.” Nori chuckled as she gently let go of Uzi, who was still laying limp, catching her breath

“Thank…you..” Uzi said in between huffs

Eventually, the teenager was able to regain her strength to flip herself back upright. She looked back at her mother, now with a smile on her face.

"Alright, we should get back to the pod. We don't want them to think that one of their leaders and future leader disappeared, right?" Uzi asked.

"Right, but you just flipped yourself over," Nori acknowledged.

"Yeah?"

"You could've done that to escape."

Uzi blushed out of embarrassment before scratching the back of her head nervously.

"Oh, really? I-I didn't think of that." Uzi coughed, trying to brush it off.

Nori only smirked as she glided closer to her daughter. "Uzi, do you still like being tickled?"

"What?! N-no!" Uzi protested, the blush growing even bigger as she turned away with crossed arms. "Let's just get back to the others already."

"Of course, my little seastar." Nori chuckled.

As they swam back, Nori couldn't help but reminisce about the times she had done that trick. Uzi even asked her to do it again when she was younger. Now her little seastar had grown up to be somewhat rebellious, but some things never change.

Fin :) 🦈

𖦹*ੈ‧ ₊˚ 𓇼 ˚𓆝 ₊˚.༄ 𖦹*ੈ‧ ₊˚ 𓇼 ˚𓆝 ₊˚.༄ 𖦹*ੈ‧ ₊

#:3c #murder drones tickles #sfw tk blog #sfw tk community #murder drones #murder drones uzi #sfw tickling community #nori murder drones #nori doorman #murder drones nori #uzi doorman #md uzi #the sillies :3

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swanhurrem · 1 year

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Cold

Embry Call x Reader (not use of y/n)

Summary: You have a terrible cold but you keep sinking in your work. Later Embry arrives from patrol and handles the situation himself.

A/N: I'm super excited because this is my first application, I'm flattered and nervous at the same time. Anyway I hope I did a good job, thank you very much. Enjoy🧚‍♀️

It had started quietly; a little cough here and there, accompanied by a slight headache. It was common living in such a cold place, and especially with the temperature variations with the ones you lived with. Because as soon as you fell asleep, Embry gently wrapped his arms around your waist, sticking to your back with his face hidden in your neck. It was impossible not to notice this when you woke up in the morning feeling that you had a heater behind you, so you started sleeping with a thinner blanket, keeping the rest in your closet. You had never mentioned this to him, even after several nights waking you up chattering in the cold, forcing you to get up and grab more blankets. You were catching a cold.

But two days later you started with a sore throat and mild congestion. That afternoon you were coming out of the bathroom after a refreshing shower when you saw Embry hanging up the phone and putting on his slippers.

He approached you and kissed you on the forehead "Sam told you to change places?" You asked, because it was very common for them to relay each other from time to time.

"No, I called Emily and she said she has some tea for the pain that will make you feel better, make sure you rest and I'll make dinner when I get back" he yelled as he walked away from you, ignoring your lies that you were getting better.

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Embry did everything for you; he cleaned, washed, did the shopping and cooked. Since you became his imprint, he lived for you and always tried to save you as much work as possible, knowing that you only rested after finishing everything you had pending. He didn't like that you overloaded yourself with work and home things, so he did everything despite your annoyance, just to give you more free time (which you invested in your work).

Just a few days after he brought the thyme tea Emily had given him, you had taken a significant turn for the worse. When Embry got up at dawn to take his patrol shift with Quil, you pretended to be asleep. Knowing him, he would have stayed with you to take care of you, preventing you from doing your homework.

Just an hour later you still couldn't sleep because of the intermittent sneezing, so you got up and cleaned up a bit in your bathroom before grabbing your laptop and continuing with your work. You had next to you a mountain of disposable paper with which you blew your nose and a blanket that you took off and put on every so often, because both the cold and the heat came and went.

You knew that sometimes you gave your work more than you should, more than your body and mind allowed you, but this was your responsibility, something that you had to do day after day and show that you were capable enough to achieve it. and get better. People get sick worse and keep working, why would you stop for a simple cold?

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You were in that hunched position for what seemed like hours until you heard the distinctive noise of the door opening; Embry used to tap it against all every time he came back from patrolling. So much so that he put up a doorstop, but it was still making a lot of noise.

He froze as soon as he saw you there, sitting at the kitchen table with a red nose, teary eyes, and dry lips.

"What are you doing?" He ask hanging the keys by the door

"You look like-"

"Do I look like?" You asked something defensively, you really didn't want to deal with the overprotective Embry now.

"Stunning like every day, but a bit tired" he said sitting next to you and placing the back of his hand on your forehead "You have a fever, how about you lie down for a while?"

You took a handkerchief while you blew your nose again "I can't sleep, I have things to do" you answered with a nasal voice.

Embry chuckled as he slowly moved the laptop away from you "I never said sleep darling, I said lay down" you could hear the tap of the keys that he press while he saved what you were doing during the last hours.

Your throat hurt so much that you blurted out just three words to him before you started coughing hard, feeling Embry's hands rubbing your back. He left a kiss on your head while he led to the couch, arranging the cushions so that your back was not against the wood of the armrest "How about you take a very little nap while I prepare dinner?"

You frowned at him "I have many things to do, my work is not finished yet and it won't do itself, it's wasted time"

You frowned at him "I have many things to do, my work is not finished yet and it will not be done by itself, it will be a waste of time"

He sighed and ran his hands nervously up her thighs before answer "Honey, you're pushing yourself and that's not good" he said softly.

You didn't answer anything, playing with the thread that came out of one of the green cushions.

After a few seconds avoiding talking to him, you felt Embry grab your chin, raising your head and forcing you to keep his gaze "You must understand that all your years of effort will not be wasted for a well-deserved night's rest, okay?"

You nodded as you took more paper, your tears about to escape. You weren't used to people taking so much weight off of you and you were really exhausted, so you decided to stop fighting and rest.

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Embry woke you up later and you both ate soup he made himself, with ice cream for dessert, as he said it was great for your sore throat. And then, while you were lying down enjoying your favorite flavor of ice cream, Embry was next to you, writing on your laptop what you dictated and that you hadn't quite finished

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Buy me a coffee.

#Bembry call #embry call x reader #embry call fluff #twilight #twilight wolf pack

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Parker's Secret Santa Gifts🎄for @samcscreams

BETTER THAN ONE

After an evening playing in the snow, werewolf Sam wants to give Tara an early birthday present.

fandom: Scream // Werewolf!Sam AU by @samcscreams // (parker's version) characters: Sam Carpenter & Tara Carpenter a/n: sorry if this is completely inaccurate to your au, bear!! i just loved your fic too much :)

“Alright, Sammy, last one!” Tara called over the stretch of snow separating her from frost-dusted, black fur. Her sister shook the pastel, tie-dyed monkey chew toy she held in her mouth like it was prey, her playful growls making the younger smile. “Come here!”

Sam stopped to look in her sibling’s direction. Her ears stood up, and her golden gaze glowed amongst their snowy surroundings.

“You want me to throw it or not?!”

She bounded over to her.

The younger Carpenter jumped back to avoid being slammed into. Like anyone would expect from any other dog, her big sister was very frisky in her werewolf form, romping around in the snow like she was just a puppy.

She pointed to the ground. “Drop it.” And the stuffed toy was dropped at her feet. She picked it up and prepared to throw it. However, there was one thing missing. “You know the rules, Sam,” she smirked, “You gotta sit first.”

Sam’s ears retreated, and she licked her lips. Her back end lowered a little like she was going to follow the said-rules, but her excitement got the best of her. Her tail was wagging, spreading more frost into her fur as she watched her toy religiously.

“Sit, Sam.”

She whined.

“Sit!”

And she did, her golden gaze wide with anticipation as she huffed.

“Good,” Tara praised. But she had to test her with a few more tricks, just because it was the last round of Fetch for the day. “Now, shake.”

The black wolf raised her paw, nearly going to paw the hand that held what she wanted.

“Okay, now lay down.”

She hesitated, starting to whine again as she tried to get up out of her sitting position.

But her baby sister snapped, “No, Sammy!” She used her free hand to point to the ground, “Lie down.”

She obeyed this time.

“Good girl!” Tara let her have the win and threw the monkey as hard as she could, “Go get it!”

And Sam raced away. She actually covered enough land before it hit the ground, so she jumped to catch it in her mouth. Her paws hit the snow in a breaking effort that led her skidding to turn around and face Tara, who praised her.

“Nice catch.”

The werewolf trotted over and lowered her head to place the toy into her sibling’s hand. Tara took it, then pet her between the ears.

“Alright, are you ready to go inside? It’s getting dark.” While she didn’t receive a response that clarified she was in agreement, the younger Carpenter turned her back and took it upon herself to lead them both to the back door.

Shaking the snow from her pelt, Sam followed her, but she took her time in doing so. The sky was hued pink in its setting state, while the birds flying overhead were only silhouettes. In fact, the winter skies were serene enough to let her spot the first star in the sky. It wasn’t Christmas just yet, but it was a few days before Tara’s birthday.

And Sam knew that there was something special she could show her.

As Tara approached the door, she glanced over her shoulder to make sure her follower was in pursuit. However, her older sister had stopped a few yards away, refusing to go any further. “What’s wrong, Sam?”

The canine blinked at her, staying where she was. Her ears twisted as she looked over a little, giving the illusion that she wasn’t sure she wanted to go inside.

This made her tilt her head. “What is it?” She pointed with her thumb over her shoulder through the window and shook her head, “You don’t wanna go inside?” She watched Sam bow, like she did whenever she wanted to play. “No, I told you that was the last one. We’re not playing anymore,” she reminded.

She just wasn’t taking the hint. Well, if that was the case, the werewolf didn’t mind taking initiative herself. She broke out of her downward dog and rushed forward, slipping between her little sister and the door to keep her from going inside.

Tara barely had time to turn sound, before Sam’s muzzle nudged her away from the door. She jumped away from the cold, wet nose catching the warmth of her neck. “Sam, what are you doing?!” she squeaked, trying to raise her shoulder to shrug her off.

But Samantha just replied with an amused growl and continued to herd her back into the snow.

“Alright, alright!” the younger leapt away, “I’m not going inside.” She shook her bangs from her face and quizzed her again, “What do you want?”

The she-wolf dropped herself to the ground, low enough to where Tara could get on her back, and shuffled forward. When she met confused chocolate eyes, she gestured her head over her shoulder.

“You want me to get on your back?” Her tail wagged as a ‘yes’, so she grabbed a hold of her scruff and climbed on, like she was a horse.

Sam got to her paws, careful not to rock her rider around too much as she felt her scruff be gripped tightly. She bit back a whimper, but bowed her head to turn it and gently nudge Tara’s leg as in telling her, “hold on tight.”

Tara noticed this and moved one hand to pet her head. “I’m okay,” she assured. She rode a horse before and had been given many piggyback rides by Sam when she was little, but she had never rode on the back of a wolf before. “Don’t buck me off, Sam…”

Her big sister gave a huff and shook her pelt out as best she could with a swish of her tail. She felt Tara’s legs press against her flanks and her fingers curl into her skin, which told her she was ready. So, she broke away, only having to take a few long strides, before she met the fenceline. It wasn’t high of a jump for an 8-foot werewolf. In fact, it was actually not even a strenuous jump, more like she was just leaping over a small stream of water or a narrow ditch.

After clearing the fence, all that stood between them and the rest of the world was wilderness, forestry that canopied above the earth and a maze of trunks that gave them a challenge.

But nothing in the world could stop the Carpenter sisters, no matter how complicated. They were only chained to each other, which meant they could go anywhere and do anything as long as they were together.

Like she had recalled from horseback riding all those years ago, Tara leaned forward, keeping a partial hold on her sister’s neck as she flew at nearly 80 miles an hour. Everything was a blur in her peripheral vision, and the sting of the winter air was numbing her face. She squinted through the snow flurries that fell from the coniferous trees, hearing Sam’s gruff panting over the wind.

Sam’s paws were in perfect rhythm with her sense of direction. Her eyes were open and alert among the white wild, while her little sister’s body kept the cold from slipping its frosty fingers against her spine. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, but it felt so good to run without any fences or walls to keep her in. At first, she hadn’t been sure of her werewolf-shifting abilities. She thought they were dangerous and nothing more than a curse. However, she had learned that moving on four legs at unimaginable speeds and sustaining enough endurance for a lifetime was the most thrilling thing in the world. It thrilled her more than killing did. There was just something about running, something about beating the wind and lengthening her spine with every stride. It was like a dream, except it was real.

Plus, Tara never saw her any different from the way she had before she had been cursed. She was still her older sister and her best friend. She just had both a sibling and an incredible pet in the same token. How awesome was that? And now Sam was able to control it…

The black werewolf huffed as the air burned her lungs. She weaved through the trees like a snake through tall grass, leaping over unsteady ground and gaining speed on the straight paths.

On her back, her baby sister ducked from branches and kept her face close to the bristling fur that granted some warmth to her wind-burned cheeks. Even though this was entirely different, she couldn’t help but be reminded of when they were little. Sam would crawl around on the floor and act like her personal steed, carrying her wherever she pleased.

“Okay, fine,” Sam sighed and got down on her hands and knees. “Get on.”

“Yay!” Tara hopped on her back and grabbed two strands of her long hair. “Giddyup!” she hollered, yanking on her makeshift reins.

But her sister just ducked away, “Ow!” She tried to turn her head to make her let go, “Don’t pull my hair, Tara! That hurts,” she told her. The pulling sensation left her scalp and was followed by an ashamed apology.

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay. Just use my shirt or something,” the older offered. She then felt the collar of her shirt be clutched by little hands.

“Okay!” The 4 year-old’s energy was restored as she tugged on the shirt and repeated herself. “Giddyup, horsey!”

And Sam did as she was told. Like a horse did, she jerked her head and pawed the carpet, before she set off. Tara was getting bigger now, so her weight kept her from being able to go too fast, however that didn’t stop her from encouraging it.

“Faster, Sammy! Go faster!”

Anything for her little sister. Samantha braced her back and picked up her pace as much as she could. It must have been enough for the younger, because an excited squeal answered her increased speed.

Tara giggled, continuing to fidget with her big sister’s shirt as she ordered. “To the kitchen!”

And to the kitchen, they went.

“Sam, where are we going?!” Tara brought herself back to the present as she hollered over the wind. She had remembered always wanting Sam to go faster as a kid, but she never imagined she’d be going this fast without being in a car.

Her older sister kept on, eyes set on the break in trees up ahead. She unleashed a couple of barks to encourage her to find their destination.

Tara followed her lead, but she wouldn't be sure until she actually saw that it was the end.

The sisters broke out of the forest’s coverage to meet the last bit of sun setting in the horizon. Tara hadn’t realized how much high ground they’d gained through the woods, and while she wasn’t comfortable with being up high, she knew that Sam wouldn’t let her fall. The moon was glowing and the stars looked like tiny fairy lights on an indigo stretch of sky.

But that wasn’t what caught Tara’s attention.

Sam slowed her pace to a trot and then a walk, before she stopped to let her sister off. She put her muzzle out to keep her from getting too close to the edge of the cliff they were on and gently huffed when she was pet as a ‘thank you’.

The younger Carpenter jumped off the werewolf’s back with her eyes glued to the assortment of arrayed colors along the northern horizon. They shimmered, like a mere reflection of Heaven on Earth, green, purple, and blue blending into one swivel of art across the world and crystallizing the snow.

Aurora Borealis.

“The Northern Lights,” Tara breathed in awe. She had never seen them in-person before, only in movies, paintings, and pictures on the internet. It wasn’t a dream of hers to see them, so-to-speak, but one thing was for sure… She never thought they would be this beautiful or seeing them for herself would feel so surreal.

Beside her, Sam stood with the cool-coded gradient softening the golden glow of her werewolf eyes. She felt the weight of her sister lean against her, and she gave a soft sigh.

Tara glanced up at her with a small smile on her face. “Is this what you wanted to show me?”

The canine’s ears went back and she gave a gentle whine as she leaned down and licked her cheek. She couldn’t actually speak to her, like she would a human, but if she were to, the words were so simple and pure.

“Happy Birthday, Tara. I love you forevermore.”

But the younger knew the words without them being said, and she closed her eyes to press her forehead against the side of her big sister’s warm face. “Thank you, Sammy,” she whispered into her fur, “I love you too.”

A loving noise that almost sounded like a growl rumbled in Sam’s throat as she nuzzled her, then drew away so her girl could continue to admire the aurora that shined for her.

Anything for her little sister.

merry christmas!!! you were my first big supporter on my Wolves of Woodsboro fanfiction, and ever since, you have had a special place in my heart. you have been awesome to talk to and be friends with. thank you for all of your love, support, and kindness. here's to you 🩶 stay safe, my love! happy holidays 🎄✨⛄

- parker (BWS)

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prosciuttulipa · 17 days

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RAAAAAAH i want a match ngl LMAO

Jjk match because Im a fucking simp, and a guy bcs I am in fact a straight woman thanks

I'm a big nerd. Like, a very big nerd. I do math for fun and I am not ashamed at all when I interrupt someone to correct them (I have autism and ADHD, how could you tell?)

I'm relatively closed off, and most of the time, insecure. I'm shy and I barely ever make the first move (unless I've had a couple of drinks or a lot of eyeliner). I think what people most define me as is the "old soul, young body). I'm like the mom of the group, though I am absolutely reckless when there's another mom in the group, since it takes the responsibility away from me.

I hate going out, and it's really hard to get me to go to the beach, for example. I think my best quality personality-wise is that I'm down to earth and realistic about my goals. A problem is probably how much self-doubt I have, since people constantly tell me I am capable of achieving more than I think I can. I don't settle for seconds, but I'm not too excited when I rech first, because there's always a new competition.

Oh yeah, I'm competitive. Very.

I'm a pessimist, though I like to say it's realism, because why be positive, hype myself up, only for it to go wrong and the disappointment hurt me? As I said, emotionally closed off.

My personality is the infamous black cat, and I think (though I'm not sure), that a golden retriever boy is what would fit me best. (even though I simp for other black cat guys)

For hobbies, I'm boring, though I do have many. I play the guitar, do martial arts (krav maga), draw, sing, write absolutely filthy smut, and, most important of all: do math and study. Yeah, my main hobby is studying.

I'm not sure how I show my love? I don't, usually. I can love someone unconditionally and be absolutely lovesick, but only after a very heavy emotional session, may it be a fight or drinks, will I tell soemone how much they mean to me. I spent the last four years with my best friend, and only after a day's worth of drinking and crying did I tell her how much she meant to me.

I'm a bit icky with physical touch, but if I trust them, I'll let them cling to me. Initially push people away and only after knowing them do I let them hug me, kiss me, cuddle me. I am awful when dealing with compliments, and I cannot take a gift. So probably quality time is my love-receiving language when generally speaking. A boyfriend/husband would probably work with physical touch and words of affirmation, though.

I dont think there's any big turn-off or turn-on in relationships? Maybe not giving me enough attention and helping me emotionally, because I'm easily falling into insecurity, feeling like I'm not enough.

I have like medium curly dark hair and dark eyes. Eyebags, and a lot of moles all over my face. My body is relatively fit? I have a bit of fat ngl but I also have muscles. A bit of a tummy and thicc thighs (they do, in fact, save lives) that double the size when I sit (insecurity alert!) I'm pale, though I am a mixed baby. I dress in all-black most of the time, and all the color variations are like red or dark blue. (I AM NOT EMO). I wear eyeliner from the moment I wake to the moment I sleep and I have pierced ears. I also plan on getting nip piercings and plan on getting

I think i need more songs to listen to, so I'm going with the three songs he associates wit me.

Congratulations! You have been matched with...

Choso Kamo

When people see you and Choso together, they immediately assume that you're just another average emo couple, quick to place stereotypes. But under the heavy eyeliner and dark clothes, are two people who are just trying to figure out life in their own way.

Choso is fascinated by your contradictions: insecure yet quick to correct others, pessimistic but burning with a competitive drive for more. Where some people may see indecision, he sees something much more real and human in comparison to the single-minded characters he's met during his time alive. Living is hard, has experienced it for himself, so he doesn't shun you for your contrasting perspectives. Instead, he wants to learn about the world alongside you, unpicking the way you think, wondering about your insecurities. Although he's been through a lot, there's something inherently innocent and simplistic in the way Choso sees the world. If you're an old soul in a young body, then he's a young soul in an old one. Perhaps by meeting somewhere in the middle, the two of you will get closer to unravelling the mystery that is life.

Choso doesn't mind that you don't like going out, but you often find yourself tagging along as he explores the world in small ways. A trip to the convenience store may as well be a museum visit, with the way he asks you about the products, eyeing them with confusion. He also admires the fact that you study math—to dedicate yourself to understanding anything in such depth is no small feat—and he's happy to sit next to you while you work, occasionally asking questions about your interest in the subject. His most common form of affection is just leaning his head against your shoulder, watching silently as you work.

Dates with Choso are pretty laid back, since he's happy to take the lead on whatever makes you comfortable. It doesn't matter to him where you two are. For him, understanding your mind (and falling in love with the way you think, the way you are) is what matters to him the most.

The Matchmaker's Gift:

Contrary to popular belief, Choso's music taste is rather soft. This song reminds him of the inherent dependence that comes with being connected.

Offering you this song with a curious tilt of his head, Choso asks you if this is how your pessimism feels like.

This is the song Choso uses to confess to you. His feelings are one of the few things he has to his name, and he wants to share them with you.

#—playing matchmaker!#—prosciuttulipa events.#jjk #jujtusu kaisen #jjk matchup #jjk matchups

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kimsaena88 · 2 years

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It’s funny how you don’t realize just how much you miss something until you have it back, even if for a fleeting moment. Seeing BTS together again on stage was as exciting as it was bittersweet. Putting into words the emotions that filled my heart watching them perform as one for such a monumental event is proving to be quite difficult for me. This wasn’t just any regular concert for the boys, or even ARMY. It was a show for the public, for the world. The admission was free, anyone could watch it online, and it aired on Korean television. Despite the hiccups leading up to the show, the concert was a success, with high ratings and unimaginable numbers of online viewers. There was so much viewer traffic that the major platforms streaming the concert crashed, leaving millions of ARMYs and viewers to search for another source. The public perception has been positive, and the tremendous economic impact is being celebrated by the Busan locals. It truly is hard to describe the significance of this concert for BTS, for Busan, and for Korea. This will be a wondrous moment forever remembered by so many, far beyond the port city where it was held.

Many in Korea who aren’t ARMY were curious about BTS and what makes them so special, and the response has been amazing. Even for my own family who tuned in, their reactions were priceless. Apparently, one of my uncles was enchanted by Jin, and my grandmother said she now understands why I love Jimin so much. My sister’s oppa, who wasn’t a fan, decided to nab a ticket to the show, simply because he wanted to know what the hype was all about. He kept sending my sister videos and pictures, and he was in complete awe of what he was experiencing. By the end of the concert, he asked her, “Should I become ARMY?!” It was so cute how impressed he was, and how he thanked BTS for putting on such an incredible show. Needless to say, as an ARMY, it made me so happy!!

For BTS and ARMY, this was the show to finally close the first chapter of our story. We got to see the boys perform the songs that we all know and love, possibly for the last time. We were gifted “달려라 방탄 (Run BTS)” early, much to everyone’s excitement. The boys really gave that performance the proper due diligence that a song like that would require. It was very reminiscent of the classic backbreaking stages that put BTS in a class of their own. Witnessing Jimin and V wholly fall into an embrace at the end of the performance says it all.

It was easy to see that this concert meant a lot to the boys, and they didn’t want it to end. Each minute was cherished and not gone to waste. They went into this concert knowing that it will be the last concert with all of them together for the foreseeable future. Now we know that it won’t be until 2025 that BTS will finally take the stage again as a group. As much as it breaks my heart to know that it will feel like eternity before we get the boys as OT7, I trust that they will make us proud, and will come back to us stronger than ever!!

Even though we won’t be getting any new BTS music and performances for what seems like forever and a day, we still have so much to look forward to! Jin is releasing a single, and will no doubt bless us all with his silver voice and stunning WWH visuals. The other remaining members are working hard on their much awaited solos, which we know will be worth waiting for. I for one am absolutely beyond ready for all they have to offer, and I am excited to watch each one of them shine in their own light!!

달려라 방탄이들!! Let’s go~!! 💜💜

#방탄소년단 #bts #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #jikook

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itsasweater · 8 months

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Let's dissect EJ and Gina's relationship in S3, episode by episode. Who is at fault for the downfall of their relationship? Is one more at fault than the other? Is EJ, who had just graduated from high school, heading towards college and has had plenty of relationship experience more to blame? Is Gina, the 16 year old (?) going into her junior year, who also happens to be in her very first relationship more to blame? Are they equally at fault? Were too many promises made that were not followed through on/kept? And did the problems that they had in S3 just preview what the future would have looked like for them anyways if the relationship continued.

Ep.1 "Happy Campers":

The gang arrives at the summer camp, including EJ and Gina. They are excited, Gina mentions to Kourtney and Ashlyn that EJ promised the best summer ever (Obviously this promise was made before he knew he was going to have to direct the musical). The group finds out that a documentary is going to be made and EJ gets recruited to fulfil the role as director of the camp musical. This clearly brings a lot of responsibility and pressure on his shoulders. He tells Gina that nothing will ruin their perfect summer even though he was given this responsibility and she says who said anybody would. Ricky immediately shows up on screen right after she says that, so we are lead to believe that it might be him who does but was it actually foreshadowing to EJ possible being the one to ruin it.

Ep.2 "Into the Unknown":

Gina is excited for the musical auditions and is planning on going for a lead role, but Kourtney and Ashlyn think that she is reverting back to her Gina 1.0 days from S1. We get Gina singing the song called “Balance” talking about never going to dim her light or her power and how the real her is going to shine, not the old her or 2.0 her. She also mentions in the song that maybe before she was only half of herself, essentially insinuating that during S2 she wasn’t her true self and was trying to please other people around her instead. We see Gina get a little jealous of the relationship that EJ has with Val during this episode, but it’s understandable since this is her first relationship and insecurities are going to come out. Val helps EJ with the casting and takes over that part. Gina notices that EJ is clearly stressed with having to direct the musical so she tells him that they can take a step back in their relationship if it’s all too much for him, but he reassures her that they are the one thing that he is sure about. This is where EJ starts making assurances or promises that get him in trouble even when Gina gave him an out, understanding that he has a lot on his plate.

Ep.3 “The Woman in the Woods”:

This episode is where we really start to see EJ really struggling with the demanding position as director of the musical, he comes and congratulates Gina on getting a lead role as Anna, but immediately starts spacing out when she starts talking to him. The group goes on an overnight camping trip that is tradition for the new campers. Maddox tells EJ that he needs to sing the camp song, and after initially saying no because he has too much work to do because of the musical, he gives in and does it anyway. I think this is a situation that can be used as an example when it comes to not doing things Gina asked him to do for the future episodes because even though he was busy he still made time for something Maddox asked him to do. Towards the end of the episode we see EJ in a tent working on the musical and Ricky comes in to ask him about going to see the woman in the woods shrine, followed by Gina also asking him to go but he refuses to do so. Remember, he had just made time for something Maddox asked him to do, but not his girlfriend.

Ep.4 “No Drama”:

This episode is where EJ and Gina’s relationship really starts to show its cracks. Gina asks EJ where Corbin Bleu is and EJ in front of everybody basically embarrasses her by asking her why she doesn’t ask her late night hiking buddy Ricky about where he is. Clearly, EJ felt a certain type of way about her hanging with Ricky even though he was invited by her to go with them. The big conflict in this episode starts when we find out that Gina’s mom is moving back to Salt Lake and she is all excited because she and EJ will be living close to each other. However, we find out that EJ received a letter from his dad, who wants him to attend his succession school in St. Louis. EJ’s plan is to not tell Gina about this until he fixes the problem, basically until he can get out of it, he says this directly to the audience. When he finds a way out of it he will tell her, instead of telling her right away about it, he tells Val instead. Val even says to him that he has a girlfriend to talk about these things with. We also see EJ apologize to Gina for not going with her and Ricky on the late night hike, Gina tells him that it’s okay and that it would have been more fun with him. This is the first of 2 or 3 times where Gina forgives him for not being there and understands why but these kind of things start to pile up as the season continues. At the end of the episode, we get Gina mentioning during movie night that she hates liars and then she finds the letter from EJ’s dad herself.

Ep.5 “The Real Campers of Shallow Lake”:

In this episode, the campers find out that they have to create drama, reality television style for the documentary. We see that Gina really does feel a certain type of way about EJ’s friendship with Val because she found out at the end of the last episode that Val already knew about the letter EJ received from his dad about moving to St. Louis, yet he didn’t tell her even though she is his girlfriend. Gina obviously uses this information to be petty in this episode and uses the performance with Ricky as way to make EJ jealous because of how she feels she is being treated. After the performance she storms out and EJ goes after her. They have a conversation outside and EJ asks Gina if he has done anything wrong. Gina doesn’t mention the letter but neither does EJ, so he is clearly sticking with the plan of not telling her until he gets out of it, choosing not to properly communicate. Gina mentions how she feels like they are having two completely different summers and how she thought they would be spending more time together. EJ tells her that he knows he has been neglecting her, but he promises that tomorrow will be better. At the end of the episode we get Gina finally letting it out that she knows about St. Louis and she voices her frustration at being lied too. This hits her especially hard considering how she told EJ that her mom was moving back to Salt Lake and they were going to live closer together so she was excited, yet he let her think everything was going to be perfect because he chose not to mention the letter to her. She mentions how EJ is acting like an old version of himself by not telling her things, maybe referencing how he was in his relationship with Nini.

Ep.6 “Color War”:

Maddox and Gina open this episode discussing family problems/relationships with their brothers, EJ walks in wanting to speak with Gina. EJ tells Gina that he is working on making sure the musical is perfect, he mentions he has a plan (we found out last episode at the end that he made a phone call). Gina tells EJ that her reason for being mad/upset with him doesn’t have anything to do with the show being good or not, it isn’t about that. Clearly, Gina’s problem is that EJ was making her feel like he was keeping things from her, like the letter and not telling her about it, but also just not spending time with her. EJ hears what she is saying when she says that this whole conflict isn’t about the show being perfect and he tells her that putting on a good show means he can convince his dad to let him stay in Salt Lake with her. Gina, who is feeling like they haven’t spent any real time together at camp doesn’t even want to talk about the future in that moment. All she wants is to win color war together with EJ, have a win together, spend time together and he promises her that they will. Once again, this is another promise that he makes to Gina. We find out that EJ called Ms. Jenn to help with pointers on how to direct a show. Ms. Jenn’s arrival pulls EJ away from Color War, yet he still promised Gina he would be there for her even though he knew Ms. Jenn would be coming. We see Gina at the basketball court with Ricky practicing her shot, she mentions to him how badly she wants to win and especially win with EJ but he is nowhere to be found when she hits the winning shot. At the end of the episode we see Gina ask Ricky to help her with something and it turns out to be a prom proposal to the camps dance. EJ tells Gina that no dates are allowed to the dance because of the camps rule so that nobody gets hurt if they don’t have a date, so he turns Gina down. Obviously, EJ isn’t at fault for this because it’s the rules of the camp so they can’t go together officially.

Ep.7 “Camp Prom”

We see Ashlyn, Kourtney and Gina getting ready for camp prom at the beginning of the episode. Ashlyn asks Gina how she is doing about not being able to go with EJ and Gina mentions that even though it has felt like he has been ignoring her during camp, she is excited because he promised her that he would dance with her or save the last dance for her. This is once again an example of EJ making a promise to Gina. The gang is all at the dance and we see that EJ is still going through his binder for the show, asking people about their lines. While Ricky and Kourtney are talking we see EJ come up to them and ask what Ricky is doing, he mentions that he is trying to become a super hero for his bucket list. While EJ is talking to Ricky and Kourtney we see Gina join the group and ask EJ to dance but he tells her to wait as he is still asking people for their lines for the show, we see him ask Kourtney for a specific line. We can see that Gina is upset when she asks EJ to dance but he tells her that he will once he is finished giving out the prompts for the show, remember he promised her he would dance with her. Gina is clearly feeling deflated when EJ doesn’t dance with her and realizes that his distractions have made their differences apparent. She tells him that he missed the last dance and tells him that he has made her feel like a maybe all summer, which results in her breaking up with him.

EJ obviously was given an extremely tough task with having to direct the musical for the show, that wasn’t his fault. Gina was sympathetic to this seeing how she even gave EJ an out by saying if directing the show and being with her was too much they could take a step back so he wouldn’t be as stressed. EJ reassured Gina that he could do both, direct the show and be with her (Promise 1). EJ didn’t tell Gina about the letter yet she forgave him for that, she just wanted to win with him at color war and he promised they would (Promise 2) yet he wasn’t there for her big win. Gina’s bummed about not being able to go to the dance together with EJ but he promises that he would dance with her (Promise 3), yet he doesn’t. So yes, EJ was busy with directing the show but very early on Gina was understanding of that, suggesting that they even take a step back so that he could focus on the show but he kept making Gina promises the whole time that he never kept. All these promises not being kept may seem to be a silly reason for Gina to end things with EJ for some people, but it’s the accumulation of promises made that were not acted on that ultimately became too much for Gina. For people to put more blame on a 16 old girl in her first relationship is crazy too me. She said that EJ made her feel like a maybe, and people say that she was never a maybe to him but he certainly made her feel like that. Her feelings are valid. EJ made promises all camp and never followed through on any of them yet Gina kept trying until she had enough. Remember this is a girl who has been told things all her life by her mother, yet her mother never followed through on anything she said. Actions mean more to Gina than words, and EJ was saying he was going to do this and that with her yet never followed those words up with actions.

I would advise people to re-watch season 3 because it really helps to see just how this relationship broke down and how they were doomed from the start. I feel like people forgot things or didn’t notice things during season 3 especially because it was a weekly release. I am always so surprised when I see people in the fandom put most if not all of the blame on Gina....... really?

#hsmtmts #highschoolmusicalthemusicaltheseries #ricky bowen #ej caswell #portwell #gina porter #ej and gina

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hearts4golbach · 4 months

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Light Shower. (Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader.)

part 16.

"but you made me want to plan out my last days on earth eating you."

I sat in my bed, debating which outfit I should choose. I looked at both options, taking into consideration which one sal would like more. I eventually made my decision and changed out of my pajamas. I felt excitement built up in my chest as I heard my mother call me. I made quick movements out of my bedroom, wanting to avoid being late because of her.

My mom sat in the living room alone, her eyes burned with panic and worry. "y/n, something bad has happened."

I felt the blood drain from my face. "what? is it dad?" my thoughts raced as panic started to set in.

"your father is fine." her forehead creased. she set her head in her hand. "we have to move. I don't want you to worry. we'll be fine. we just have to leave these apartments for our own safety." her eyes glistened. "I'm sorry I have to take you away again, hun. it's just right up the street, though. you can ride your bike up here every day if you must." she gave me a small smile.

"but we're happy here? we cant just uproot again, even if it's just right up the street. it's not fair." I tried to reason as I shook my head. I felt my face heat up with anger.

"you're not seeing the bigger picture, y/n. it's a must, it's for our own safety."

I dug my finger nails into my palms. "okay, so tell me why we're in danger."

"i- you just won't understand. you're too young." she brushed me off.

"thats not fair." I said sternly.

"you need to pack."

I turned away, fighting off tears so I wouldn't ruin my makeup. "I'm going to Larry's birthday party."

"that's fine." she muttered, turning back to her planner.

I rolled my eyes to myself and slipped on my converse. I ran down to Larry's apartment, my mood completely ruined. I continued to fight the urge to cry. I felt like I was being dramatic. I was moving a block away, why was I so upset?

"yooo, y/n!" Larry cheered, wearing a cheesy party hat and a smiley face pin that says 'birthday boy!'

"I want a birthday boy pin." I teased, pushing his chest to remove him from the doorway."

"someone's a little cranky." Larry retorted.

"someone needs to shut the fuck up." I rolled my eyes.

"were meeting everyone else at the place." he mentioned, brushing his fingers through his tangled hair.

"alright." I flashed him a fake smile.

Lisa walked out of her room in mom jeans and a white tee. "hiya, y/n! how are you?" her bright eyes met mine.

"I'm okay, Ms. johnson." I hugged her. "you?"

"oh, I'm just dandy, y/n. my little boys growing up too fast." her eyes watered.

I hummed in response, following them out the door to their car. majority of the ride was spent listening to Larry ramble about he was going to kick my ass in lazer tag. all I managed to do was roll my eyes at him.

ash, sal, Todd, and Neil were all waiting outside of the building. "well, you're awfully early!" Lisa called cheerfully, locking the car.

"we wanted to watch you give Larry his birthday spankings!" ash hollered, walking over to larry and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"I think you're the only one who wants to see that." todd said matter-of-factly.

"I've seen it many times before, this won't be anything new." sal joked.

"oh, shut up." Larry pushed past sal and walked inside. "I'm not that naughty."

"naughty?" ash repeated in a taunting tone. I snorted.

"naughty little lad, of course!" Neil smiled.

"you guys are bullies." Larry muttered.

we quickly checked in and paid, eager to 'kick eachothers asses' but I was positive that I was going to win along with whoever was on my team.

"I call sal and neil." Larry shouted, dragging them away.

"Wow, okay." ash scoffed. "at least I got Todd and y/n."

"sorry baby." Larry cooed.

sal looked at me and giggled. I smiled back at him weakly. he glanced at me once more, a worried glare in his eyes, before following Larry to the other side.

the three of is walked to the opposite area. we were the red team, I assumed, as the lights flashed and read 'red team.' the wall had an assortment of 10 vests messing hung up on hooks next to a rack holding toy guns.

ash and todd slipped on their vests easily as I stared cautiously at mine. "sals going to laugh at me, I'm going to look so stupid." I trailed off.

ash rolled her eyes. "be so for real."

"sal isn't like that, y/n. I'm sure you know that better than anyone." todd commented, wrapping an arm around me.

"I mean, yeah. but still-"

"y/n." ash interrupted. "don't overthink it." she gave me a gentle smile.

"okay." I sighed, putting on the vest and grabbing my assigned gun before following them out to the play area.

I heard Larry's maniac cackling from across the big room. "oh, fuck." ash face palmed.

"they're going to eat shit." Todd smirked. he rarely cusses, but when he does it never fails to make me laugh.

"okay, todd." I said sarcastically.

"what?" he was cut off by the buzzer, signaling for us to go.

the two of them branched off separate ways as I walked straight forward. I whipped around, hearing rustling behind me. I slowly took a step back gripping my gun like my life depended on my. hypothetically, it did. the silence that followed made my heart race faster than before. I quickly turned the corner to cover myself, making sure to watch my back. I bumped into a figure with a yelp. I quickly picked up my gun and aimed it at the blue haired boy.

"oh my god, sal. shoot me and I swear to God, I will-"

"I'm not gonna shoot you. truce?" he cut me off.

"I'm not so sure about that." I whispered, taking a step closer to him. I gave him a once over, i adored how the vest hugged his body. I would have been drooling if I didn't keep my composure around him. "go on, shoot me." I smirked.

sal laughed quietly, "I'll let you go this time, little missy."

I snorted. "little missy?" my hand ran down his arm.

"why are you fucking with me right now?" he hissed, lashes fluttering. "n-now is probably the worst time to seduce me."

"oh yeah?" I quickly lifted my gun and shot him in the chest. "that was my goal."

sals eyes narrowed. "You little traitor. I'm going to get you back."

"how are you going to do that?"

"just wait until my dad leaves for work." he leaned in, whispering. I turned to watch as he walked away, feeling giddy. I shook myself out of it, quickly turning the corner. I was stunned to see Larry peering around the corner. my heart skipped a beat. luckily, his back was towards me.

with a small smirk on my face, I called his name. he whipped around, gun pointed. I shot him first. "you little shit!" he shrieked.

I flipped him off. "eat shit!"

Larry looked at me stunned. "fu-" The buzzer went off, as if it was censoring the shit he was about to yap at me.

I can to the doors as Larry chased after me screaming profanities. I smiled as the light coming from the open exit doors drew closer.

I tripped. Larry let out a psychotic laugh, staring down at me on my hands and knees. i quickly turned around, grabbing the back of his knees, making him fall as well. While he was temporary disabled, I made a sprint for the door. I threw myself behind sal and Ash as larry came up the walkway red as a tomato. he glanced around before finally noticing me.

"come here, y/n! I'm going to-"

"What a sore loser!" Ash teased, catching Larry off guard.

larry just rolled his eyes in response and crossed his arms. he jutted his bottom lip out. "shut up."

ash rolled her eyes and turned to me, giving me a high 5. Larry rolled his eyes so hard, it looked as if he was trying to see his itty bitty brain.

I looked down at my crusty old shoes while the others bickered. I remembered the way my mom told were moving. it wasn't a huge deal, of course, we were only moving a few blocks down the road. but I knew it's affect everything. Maybe not in a bad way, but things

would change. I started hold back tears, I thought about how I was finally comfortable in the apartments. It but as if the rug had just been swiped from under me.

"y/n, you okay?" sal whispered, patting my shoulder.

"Uh, yeah." I stuttered. he squinted his eyes at me and tilted his head, signaling to the hall adjacent to the group.

I sighed and gave in giving a small nod before following him down the hall. I glanced back, watching larry is he pretended to make out with himself. I rolled my eyes and turned my head back to the blue haired boy walking in front of me.

as we approached the end of the hall. sal stopped and leaned against the wall, looking at me "whats wrong, love?"

I sighed, looking at him through my

lashes. "im moving. Not far, but im still angry about it. Everything finally started feel okay."

i could tell he was frowning under his prosthetic. "where are you going?"

"Right up the street." I leaned against the opposite wall. "It's less than a 10 minute walk."

"See? there you go. everything will be okay, y/n."

"Yeah, I know." I smiled softly, feeling the weight begin to evaporate off my chest.

"let's go back, sweetheart." He smiled.

I sat across from sat in his dimly lit dining room. His face was still mostly bandaged, leaving his bad age covered. my mother and his father chatted as we sat and stayed silent. I didn't want to interrupt, so we stayed silent as we made silly faces or played footsie, forgetting about our food.

"that's enough, you two." Henry sighed, rubbing his full belly. "either finish or off to bed."

we collectively groaned and made our way off to bed.

#ash campbell #larry johnson #sally face #sal fisher #fanfic #friends to lovers #fanfiction #melanie martinez #sal fisher x y/n #light shower

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