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girlwiththegreenhat · 2 years
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Owen Dennis, creator of Infinity Train, posted a newsletter explaining what he currently knows about Infinity Train's removal from HBOMax. Key notes:
He was assured Infinity Train is NOT part of the tax writeoffs, and as it stands, will not be removed from the pay-per-view/per-season websites like iTunes and YouTube
These shows were supposed to be removed next week so the companies could have time to talk to the show crews, this did not happen.
The cuts were a direct order from Discovery
Discovery was warned not to do this because it was unprofessional and would hurt relationships with their talents, and did it anyway because “they clearly do not care what any of this looks like publicly, much less about how we [the crews] feel about it. “
What little residuals they make on these shows go to the unions to pay for their healthcare.
Nobody has been able to contact any of the “higher ups” at any of the merging companies for days due to, well, the merger. Everybody’s contacts are gone or scrambled around.
Owen thinks this is, ironically, the best bit of advertising the show has gotten, because it’s drawn up so much attention towards the show and how much people love it. It’s been trending on twitter for three straight days and is topping the charts on Amazon and iTunes with how many people are buying dvds and virtual copies of the seasons.
And most most importantly...
“Is the Show Gone Forever?“
I don’t believe so. As I said, it’s apparently still available on those sources listed above, though I do not know for how long. The problem is that I can’t be entirely sure if the information I’m getting is truthful or if it’s just to placate us so we’ll stop pestering them with so many questions. They certainly haven’t earned anyone’s trust with the way they’ve handled all this, so obviously take all of this with a grain or two or a million of salt (though I’m sure you’re feeling plenty salty already). In the meantime, I’ll be working with my management team on figuring out some other kind of fate for the show
There is more, but these are the most important points concerning the most distressing parts of all of this. It’s a must-read for everybody concerned about this situation.
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dutybcrne · 22 days
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Mulling over the idea of Kae in the Abyss verse slowly transforming into an Abyss herald or smth bc of the influence of all the Abyssal energy he'd absorbed and used, but instead of simply accepting it; he's utterly terrified and the Instant someone, anyone, finds him partway corrupted, him just Immediately reaching out to them so desperately, pride be damned, and begging them in tears to stay, to not leave him alone, like a child craving solace in the face of thunder-
#☆ ┆ ( .ooc. );#//It's about#//The lad who refuses to show his vulnerabilities heckin BREAKING as he loses his humanity#//Bc he CAN'T keep his composure; bc he's realizing just how SCARED he really was all along#//And the consequences/risk he thought he could take for the sake of 'finding a way to save his people' he's realizing are Too Much#//Finally hitting him how much he tried to take on; how damn much was put on his shoulders#//And how ALONE he wound up in the end; in pursuit of a heritage he desperately craved to know; people he was told were his responsibility#//That he OWED it to those people; being one of the last & most willing to 'do right' by them; his life SHOULD mean nothing compared to the#//& as such casting aside everything he knew bc he truly believed it was his burden/task to bear; no one else should be dragged into it#//Distrusting that anyone would take him or his Purpose seriously if he told them of his conflict; or worse; would react so BADLY to his#//Like how his most important person; his Sworn Brother; had half a decade ago#//Or perhaps he'd feared that if he told them; they could talk him OUT of following through with it#//And he'd let it all be; even Knowing the things he does; dreaming and hearing what he does#//Forever holding the guilt nestled deep in his heart until the day he dies#//But would that lifetime of simmering heartache compare to his solitude now? Cold; trembling; terrified beyond anything he's felt before?#//Idk; thinkings thinkings#//He knows not if he will be the same when it's all done. He might ask the person to mercy kill him; might ask them to save him#//Depends on how safe they make him feel; maybe
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xhanisai · 1 year
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Marinette: *exists and has a solid and well developed character and is realistic and silly and overworked and such a wonderful girl*
Shonen animanga dickriders: "SHE IS RACIST AND OBSESSESSIVE AND CRINGE AND SO MID LOL"
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kissitbttr · 4 months
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nobody understands how you did it.
how you managed to swept him off his feet, breaking the walls he had built pieces by pieces, how the fuck did you get him to be comfortable with you? to be open with you? and only with you.
‘never seen him this happy or loose in a long time, lass. what’s your trick, eh?’ the captain pulls a joke, making the rest of the team laugh. ‘i think I speak for everyone when i say, he never brings a girl out. let alone introducing her to us.’
that one is true. years of being friends with ghost, the captain nor his closest friend ‘soap’ has ever seen him out on a date. they encouraged him though, since there have been so many women tried their ways to get close with the big guy, yet none of them succeed.
the masked men would often just shrug them off and give one hard cold answer. they would back away immediately
“guess i just have my ways” is what you always say. even soap couldn’t register how it happened. he couldn’t figure it out himself, he knows the lad way longer than you do.
they don’t believe you. because there is no way in hell that all you did was to bat your lashes, show him your adorable giggle and he was in. there’s gotta be more to it.
so what is it about you that draws him close? what is it about you that makes ghost’s eyes light up each time you step into the room? what is it about you that makes ghost’s heart skip a beat every time he talks to you?
certainly not because how you’re so patient in getting to know with him, right? not because how you trace his scars ever so lightly and call them pretty every single time he’s doubtful about himself. not because how you console him with ‘I’ve got you, baby’ each night a nightmare comes back to haunt him while rubbing his back soothingly. not because how you shower him with soft, gentle kisses to remind him that your love for him is bigger than anyone could have offered. not because how you understand why he can’t say the three letter words to you, just yet. still, you stick around.
definitely not, right? there’s no way. he’s simon ghost riley. no one or nothing could ever be good enough to make this man come out of his shell. it’s impossible, right? you’ll need a miracle for that.
“love?” you hear a voice calls, along with the sound of keys being tossed into a ceramic bowl. heavy boots thumping against the marble floor,
you step out of the kitchen. long hair tied up into a messy updo, clear frame glasses perched on the bridge of your nose. dressed in one of his favorite sleeping gown as your eyes locked with his brown ones. the balaclava still attached to mask his handsome face.
scarred lips stretch into a smile the moment his beautiful fiancé emerges from the kitchen.
he drops his bag onto the floor, pulling the mask off of him slowly. revealing his disheveled blond hair as he takes slow steps towards you.
“hi, baby” your voice brings him home. no soul could ever take away from him. he longs for that angelic tone each time he gets deployed. three or six months without listening to you speak to him is just insanity.
he’d rather lose his hearing entirely than not having to hear you at all.
he’s quick to embrace you in his arms. your face hiding in the crook of his neck, inhaling that signature scent of his that you had missed, dearly.
“what are you making?” he mumbles into the crown of your hair, giving it a peck before pulling away slightly to take a good look at you. “it smells good”
“your favorite” you kiss his chin, causing his cheeks to redden at the affection. “i even bought those lumpias down the 112th street. i know how much you love them. pretzels bites from the deli for snacks aaand, black pepper beef with rice for your dinner. sounds good?”
simon leans against the doorway as he watches you plate everything. rambling about everything. his smile widens even more at your domestic antics. the way you talk with your hands as you mention another annoying co-worker that keeps bugging you and the way you roll your eyes when a splash of gravy spill from the plate.
truly is a sight.
“why are you looking at me like that?” your lips raise into a curious smile, finger moving a dark lock that sticks into your forehead,
he gives you a small shrug. gaze not leaving you neither does his smile.
“you’re just so beautiful”
something so simple yet it makes your stomach fills with butterflies.
you chew on your lower lip to prevent you from smiling too much, but a hint of blush is dusting your cheeks betrays you.
“come, papi… don’t want the food to get cold now, do we?” you change the subject while you nod your head towards the empty seat across. “eat with me”
the two of you sit there while making a small talk. stealing glances every second. feeding each other’s food. soft laughs fall upon both of your mouths when one make a terrible joke.
something you’d see when two people are in love. c
so yes, the answer to that question. it is possible. because you made it possible. you made it possible for him to love again. even if he had to start all over. you made it possible for him to be vulnerable. you gave him a purpose the moment he thought things were looking bad for him.
he found a solace within your existence.
only you made it possible to bring the simon in him.
vbecause you. are his home
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solsays · 5 months
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Lifers x Crane Wives
I saw someone comment on a life series TikTok or something to try and pair all of the lifers to a crane wives song, without repeating songs. so obviously I spent an hour doing it
Grian—Tongues & Teeth (self explanatory if you’ve EVER heard this song)
Scar—Steady, Steady (this whole song is about how their partner is walking out but they still want to be “wild and free” which is just SO Scar coded)
Tango—Ancient History (he keeps teaming up with Skizz and I feel like this song vibes with that, it also just feels very Tango)
Skizz—Icarus (this man always gives himself up for his teammates I swear, and he fuels them to keep going. It also says “oh brother, brother” which feels like Skizz talking to any of his teammates to me)
Impulse—Allies or Enemies (Impulse has been very iffy on a lot of his alliances throughout the seasons, especially in third life and with the amount of playing all sides that man has done this songs feels right)
Cleo—The Glacier House (this. this is literally just her leaving Fairy Fort. The song is talking to/about her from probably Lizzie’s perspective, but like the last line is 100% as if Cleo was speaking)
Bdubs—Unraveling (Bdubs relies so heavily on his teammates, and when he doesn’t have that stability *cough* Etho *cough* he just kinda doesn’t know what to do so this song fits)
Mumbo—Keep You Safe (this man is by no means an aggressive/reckless player [see: Joel or Martyn] and he feels like he’s just here for the vibes and honestly? Love that for him. This song is about fear not keeping you safe and watching your friends run high risks, which just is very accurate to how Mumbo plays this series. I also feel like he could fit Rockslide when he goes red cause he goes from standstill to “drop dead sprint” in terms of aggression)
Lizzie—Shallow River/New Colors (Lizzie is the only one I put as two because both of these songs are just so fitting. Shallow river—“wasted all for the title, wasted all for the crown” reminds me of Lizzie trying to kill Scott and ending up dying herself instead. I also feel like parts of it could be dead Lizzie talking to Joel, the only person who is really mourning her. New Colors—“don't tell me that I can't, I need this“ and “I give up my air, to breathe” also feel very accurate with how she is trying so hard and just keeps failing )
Jimmy—Canary in a Coal Mine (no further context needed, we all know Timmy)
Scott—Little Soldiers (this is very flower husbands, but also just feels like Scott looking back on the last seasons including Pearl, Jimmy, Martyn, all his reluctant exes. Also this man is the watchers’ like least favorite person ever and this gives that vibe)
Pearl—Ribs (i changed this from New Discovery because Ribs is entirely about somewhat angrily protecting and helping yourself because nobody else would, and it really strikes me as Pearl with the some things having been good (Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss) and some being bad (divorce quartet))
BigB—Not the Ghost (this man is so incredibly odd, he just constantly feels like he is being haunted by the watchers and just going about his life, he is the human personification of gaslight and we love that for him)
Martyn—The Hand That Feeds (he HATES the watchers with every ounce of his being, and with Ren gone I think this guy’s only purpose is just to spite them)
Joel—Sleeping Giants (go listen to it. That’s all there is to it, it just feels very Joel-ish, this lad is absolutely fucking mental)
Ren—Once & for All (this song feels like war and being betrayed, and Ren has been betrayed so much so it just fits. I mean come on “my blood’s forever on your hands” tell me that isn’t 100% something Ren would say)
Gem—Show Your Fangs (Girlboss moment, we love Geminislay. This woman is not someone to be underestimated and this song very clearly says that so it’s very Gem in my head. She doesn’t have enough lore yet to make it angsty but ONE DAY)
Etho—Never Love An Anchor (I can’t explain it, this song just has Etho vibes. I mean “It’s a secret I keep tucked inside my chest” just seems very him, I can’t really tell you why)
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jude5bellingham · 3 months
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post to story ౨ৎ jude bellingham
pairing: jude bellingham x f!reader
summary: when attempting to document a trip to madrid becomes a soft launch.
warnings & notes : reader has something already established with jude, is good friends with jobe, and other people in jude's circle. in my head i imagine that the set of stories are spread out throughout the day or week!! also sorry the plot is so loose 😔
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when did you get here
why didn't you say anything
are you still out?
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see you in 10
you know where i am bellingham
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you're the worst
i'll be there in 5
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ain't no way
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no hello? hi ??
a waving emoji would've been enough too tbh
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yeah you don't deserve that rn
don't do anything i wouldn't do
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not exactly sure what that means but
thanks dad
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the dots...
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if you say so..
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looks an awful lot like my brother
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blehhhhh
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you're the worst
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and you sound just like your brother
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oh! you're definitely the worst!
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no need to tease us
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teasing is my specialty
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keep that between you and jude
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who said it was jude 🤨.
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your song choice is making it seem like i'm some whore
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...
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wow
i see how it is mate
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no need to mate me now
judebellingham
?
pretty sure you'd like that
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i think that's more than enough out of you jude
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tell me the lad put on a good show at least
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not better than you
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obviously not better than me
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but still
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HELLO??? THEYVE CONNECTED??
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what are you talking about
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THE DOTS
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i knew it...
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my turn now
you're the worst
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🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️
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didn't know you were in the stands
why didn't you tell me you wanted to watch
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didn't want you offering me the same seats you give every other girl
or the goal dedication
judebellingham
bit presumptuous of you
who says i would've offered you seats
or dedicated my goal to you
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oh?
you wouldn't have?
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of course i would've
would've written your name on my undershirt
blown a kiss and everything
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same treatment every other girl gets?
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judebellingham
there aren't any other girls
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that's not what a certain someone said 🤐
judebellingham
i'm killing jobe
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just kidding
your mother got me that seat
judebellingham
i told her to do it
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yeah sure
good job today brum boy
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me when they say good boy 😝
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I DID NOT SAY GOOD BOY
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you did now 🤤🤤🤤
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you are SICK.
judebellingham
sooo... see you at 5?
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can i say no?
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no
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🙄🙄🙄 see you at 5 then i guess
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kiss already
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EDUARDO.
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your plausible deniability is running out btw...
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no it's not
innocent until proven guilty actually
jobebellingham
mum said you stayed over
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ON THE COUCH
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WITH JUDE
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you know what
i'm not arguing with you jobe
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cause you would lose
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why can't you guys just give it up
it's not like you have to tell the world
but you don't have to lie to me
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...
it's cause me and your brother aren't anything jobe
jobebellingham
GIVE IT UP ALREADY
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i'm serious jobe
we haven't talked about it
jobebellingham
so you went all the way to madrid to see a guy who won't ask you out officially
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not just any guy 🙄
he's your brother
ALSO I DID NOT GOT TO MADRID JUST FOR THAT
jobebellingham
he's just another guy if he won't ask you out officially yn
he is my brother but stand up ☝🏻😀
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...
can you stop being real with me jobe what the flip
FINE
i will start the conversation
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1:27 AM
jude
yn
uhhhhh
??
grrrrrrrrrr
you alright?
AHHHHHHHH
AHHHHH
why are we screaming
jude you know i like you right
i like you too yn
what is happening
jude what are we
oh wow
yn you are ruining it
oh
NO
that came out so horrifically wrong
i'm so sorry
what i meant to say is
i have dinner reservations for 2 at 6pm
and you just spoiled your own surprise
ohh
nice save jude
🙄🙄.
fine
yn you make me really happy
and i hate that i haven't brought this up earlier
would you let me be your boyfriend
weeeeeee
okay now you're ruining it
i'll see you at 6 mate
wow...
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♫ The Daughters of Eve ⠂Hey Lover
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so can you finally admit it was jude
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🙄🙄.
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have fun tonight 😉😏😏
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EDUARDO CAMVINGA.
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did he ask you out
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yes...
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are you guys together now
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yes...
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so the dots connected
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yeah...
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go ahead
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did you never see that clip dortmund posted
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which one
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who wouldn't you let date your sister
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... i saw it
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congrats though
he's yours to deal with now
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i'm sure you could steal him back anytime
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let me know if he's too much for you to handle
i'll take him off your hands
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really?
the last story was unnecessary i think
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yeah he's a little odd looking
but he's my boyfriend
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...
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speechless?
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i have a bad feeling this is just the beginning
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of our relationship 💔💔?
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no
good feeling about that
bad feeling about
your future story posts...
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don't get caught lacking now mate
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again with the mate...
can you go back to calling me your odd looking boyfriend
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if that's what you prefer mr. odd looking boyfriend
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wow this is brutal
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oh he is not living this down
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poor jude
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give the lad a break
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this is just cruel
and evil
and mean
and
:(
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isn't my boyfriend just the cutest lil guy ever?
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well if you put it that way...
yeah
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great! so it's staying up
i'm gonna add it to my highlights too
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you evil woman...
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queers-gambit · 3 months
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What Goes Around, Comes Around
prompt: ( requested ) Billy's known for his temper and being obsessed with his pretty little girlfriend - which gets her severely injured by his past transgressions.
pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!cheerleader!reader reader and Billy are both 18+, seniors in high school
word count: 6.7k+
fandom masterlist: Stranger Things
note: you're a liar if you didn't immediately start singing Justin Timberlake's "What Goes Around... Comes Around".
warnings: remember there are different responses to trauma! some people shut down, stop talking; others jabber and chatter nervously. reader is the latter. we got angst, we got literal hurt and comfort, established relationship. term "going postal" is used, cursing, technically underage drinking, not edited, author mildly gave up at the end. triggering content: depictions of physical violence, depictions of injury and blood, depiction of abuse, violent plots, Billy's girl gets physically assaulted (but it's minimally detailed).
DO NOT read if this content can potentially trigger you. you are NOT missing anything, you will miss NOTHING by skipping this, but i do try to keep the details as neutral as possible. again, prioritize yourself, mental health, and emotional state - this ain't worth the read if it's gonna upset you, i promise. author loves you all
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"That's fucking her, I swear to God."
"You sure?"
"100%. That's Billy's little bitch he's obsessed with."
The three guys smirked at one another, eyeing you across the living room as you giggled and drank with a few friends in adorable, fashion forward outfits. Someone started a game of beer pong, you on the sidelines to cheer, giving them a full-show of your form.
"She's hot," Jake mused. "I can see why he keeps her so close."
"Nah, not tonight," Lawrence frowned, "heard they got in some huge fight at school. Like, she walked home and he sped off in his car."
"Hm, heard he's ridiculously protective of her... She must've really pissed him off," the third boy, Steven, nodded. "So, he's not here tonight?"
"Doubt it," Jake nodded.
"Go find out," Steven advised. "There, the basketball bros - one of them would know. Or a cheerleader," he eyed the crowd. "Chrissy's over there, Brittany's beside her - they'd be the best bet in my mind."
"We seriously considering this?" Lawrence asked with a small, nervous chuckle. "I mean, it's kinda crazy, isn't it? We're gonna send Billy Hargrove a message by roughing up his girl? There's not some better way?"
"I'd love to hear it," Steven scoffed. "Billy's too comfortable at the top of the school, broke my fucking nose and deviated Jake's septum. Didn't he fuck your sister the first week he was here, Lawrence?"
"I mean - "
"Broke her fucking heart, didn't he?" Jake tacked on.
"Well, yeah," Lawrence sighed, shrugging.
"You tell me, dude, was that shit fair?"
"No," Lawrence looked down.
"So, yeah, I know, it's bad to hit a lady - but what about my boot? Huh?" Steven smirked, nodding. "Go find out what you can. Last thing we need is Billy walkin' in the party, right?"
Jake nodded with enthusiasm, leaving Lawrence behind. He hesistated but then did as Steven asked; asking the present basketball team members if Billy gave indication he was coming. The cheerleaders assured he wouldn't dare show up when you were there after a very public fight, and if he did, it would be to cause another scene.
So, after reporting back to Steven, a plan was formed. Lawrence didn't seem fully on board, but in an effort to save his own skin, he went along with what Jake and Steven were plotting - even if that meant roughing up a woman. Something his mama and grandmama vehemently taught him not to do...
Something churned in his stomach when he heard how the two lads were nearly foaming at the mouth to get their revenge. So, he casually went to grab another drink - pausing where a few of your friends were. "Oi," he whispered, earning their attention.
"Hey, Law," Chrissy smiled.
"Hey, Chris," he sniffled, glancing around. "Listen, uh, you seen Billy 'round?"
"No? Why?"
"Hmm, just, uh... Heard his girl was all upset, thought maybe her drinking all that much was a bad idea without him around."
"Oh," Chrissy blinked, looking up at her boyfriend, Jason, as he approached the group with two drinks in hand. "I didn't think about it like that, Law."
"What's wrong?" Jason asked.
"No, nothing, Lawrence just pointed out how shitty it is to drink without someone watching your back," she pouted.
He nodded, "You lose your friends, man?"
"No, just tryna look out," Lawrence shrugged. "Few girls here drinking a lot, not a lot of defenses 'round them."
Jason frowned, "That's kinda their man's job, isn't it?"
"What if their man isn't here?"
"I'm gonna be right back," Chrissy smiled, parting ways with her girlfriend in tow - and when Law looked, they were using the kitchen telephone. He prayed they were phoning the Hargrove residence.
Lawrence sighed in slight relief and nodded to Jason; the white boy just nodding back silently and letting the other athlete pass him by to head back for Jake and Steven. He grabbed an unopened beer on his way to maintain appearances.
"Hey, we got it," Jake smirked at the third boy, "she just went outside, we should move now."
"Huh?" Law mumbled.
"C'mon," Steven growled, pushing off the mantle and stalking for the backdoors to follow your retreating form.
"Wait, what're we doing?" Law asked, trying to keep up with the drunken, elongated strides of the two dickheads he called 'friends'. "Hey! Guys, c'mon - what's going on?"
"Just - shut up, pussy boy, let's go, fuckin' keep up," Steven sneered, shoving the glass door out of his way and nearly cracking it.
Outside, the in-ground pool was alight with multicolored lights. There were teenagers littered all around the pool deck; some lounging and some standing, all drinking. There was a kegstand in play, ping pong table hosting another game of Beer Pong, and the thick stench of cigarette smoke in the air.
"She's over there," Jake pointed, their sights turning to see you leaning over to huff on your cigarette while Tammy May Flipsen lit the end of it. Your smile was genuine as you thanked her, just stepping two feet away to gaze up at the stars - a perfect time to strike.
The alcohol in everyone's system made them slow, vulnerable, and downright stupid; leaving Steven and Jake the opportunity to seize either of your arms and literally rush you around the corner of the house without anyone intervening.
Once in the remote side yard, the sickening plan commenced.
Lawrence could barely approach, managing to watch with tears in his eyes as the noises of the party masked the noises of pain you emitted; two nearly full-grown men took out their anger towards your boyfriend on you. You cried, begged for reprieve, sounded so confused and broken that it shattered Lawrence's heart - briefly thinking what if someone did this to his sister...
That made him spring into action. "Hey! No! No, this ain't right! Get off her!" Lawrence barked, shoving the two away from your body on the ground. "That's enough - back off - fuck is wrong with you!?"
"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" Steven demanded.
"Bitch has it coming!"
"What? You fuckin' her, too? Got you pussy whipped like Billy Boy?"
"Just fuck off, beating on a girl!" Lawrence snapped, but it was a huge mistake. Jake and Steven shared a single look before launching at the third boy, beating him as they had you - but much harder. He swore he earned a concussion, their heels stomping his neck, collarbones, wrists, ribs, ankles; exactly the same as they did to you.
"Tryna defend her now!?" Jake heaved, giving a swift kick to Lawrence's kidney. "Huh? You're so scared of Billy but you're gonna mess with his girl?" He laughed. "She must have a magic cunt or something!"
"You're so fucking pathetic, you have to beat up a girl!?" Law shot right back, earning a swift kick to the jaw from the lad that used to play soccer (or American fútbol). "Huh? Two on one? Such big men, aren't yah?" He sneered again, spitting blood to the side.
"Leave it," Steven halted Jake when he charged again, "they're both pretty fucked."
"Well, that dumbass should learn a lesson 'bout interfering!"
"Law's learned - he has, bro, and if he wants, he can learn again," Steven spat on Lawrence's form, Jake doing the same to you - both eventually stalking away like bored toddlers walking away from broken toys.
Slowly, Lawrence grunted as he pulled himself up to sit against the side of the house. "Fuck's sake," he whispered, wiping his eyes and wincing when he felt the sore skin - trailing a finger up, wincing again when he discovered split skin above his eyebrow. "Ohhhh, fuuuuck," Law drawled when you slowly peaked up from your fetal position on the ground. "Hey, hey, you all right? Stupid question," he hissed in pain when he moved to try and assist you.
You cried out when his grip laid on you, but powered through to let him help you sit against the house, too. "Holy shit," you whispered, blood dribbling from your mouth; teeth feeling loose, a headache already assaulting you, and cuts stinging in the bitter night.
"I'm so sorry."
"N-No, you - it would've been so much worse if you hadn't..." You trailed off, sniffling, "You didn't have t'jump in, you got hurt 'cause of me."
"You got hurt 'cause of Billy," Lawrence frowned.
"Huh?"
"That's why they're so pissed off," Lawrence explained, spitting more blood to the side; his jeans stained with mud, blood, and grass. "Billy got their asses few weeks ago, they're still pissed... I heard them," he deflected smoothly, "talkin' about teaching Billy a lesson through you. Didn't feel right, but I should've stopped them so much sooner. I-I'm sorry I didn't do more, Y/N."
"You did more than anyone else," you whimpered, drawing your knees into your chest to lock your arms around them. "I don't even know them, they go to our school?"
"We're all in AP History with Snyder."
You paused to nod absently, not even bothering to try and recall any interactions you might've had with Steven and Jake. Instead, you eyed your savior, mumbling, "You're Lawrence, right?"
"Yeah," he breathed.
"Your sister's... Cara? Sarah? No, no," you paused to think, his frown deepening as you seemed so nice and authentic. "Your sister's name is Natalie, right?"
"Yeah," he half-smiled. "You know her?"
"She's a sweetheart, has those cute glasses? Yeah, I like her; she just joined cheer, right?"
"Yeah, that's her."
You eyed him for a moment, ignoring the blood dripping off you both from the beat down; then whispered with a sniffle, "Is that why you helped? 'Cause your sister's on the cheer squad, too?"
"No," he replied instantly, sounding quiet (like you), "I'd like to believe if I saw something I know is wrong... I'd be the type of person to step in, try to stop it."
"You did tonight."
"I should've done more a lot sooner."
"You could've been really hurt, Law."
"Like you?"
"I'm just - look, two guys? Beatin' on me? Yeah," you scoffed, wiping blood from your split lip, "like I ever stood a chance. But you didn't have t'do all that, they wanted Billy, found me instead. You could've walked away, but instead, you jumped in, and you could've been really hurt. That wouldn't help anyone."
"I'm still sorry..."
You sniffled, but before you could respond, you heard footsteps thundering over the lawn; a voice shouting your name in frantic, panicked little outbursts. Looking up, you caught sight of a black leather jacket and unruly blonde curls, frowning deeper. "Oh, fuck," you whispered, withdrawing into yourself, "oh, no, no, not now. Not now, Goddamnit. Think I can make a run for it to the street before he sees me?" You asked Law quietly, nearly hissing your whisper.
"Ain't that Billy?" Law asked, finger pointed.
"He can't see me," you rushed in a panic, eyes wide and tears welling. "Lawrence, he can't!"
"Why?"
"He'll go on a fucking rampage, Lawrence! Ever heard going postal? Yeah, Bee gives that shit new meaning."
"They'd deserve whatever Billy wants t'do," Law frowned, tensing up when Billy had turned, caught sight of you two, and made an angry beeline for you in the grass. "U-Uh, Billy's approaching," he warned you as your boyfriend arrived, trying to pull back to give privacy, but wincing in pain that made him stop.
"The fuck is going - ? Oh, my fuckin' God," Billy trailed off, then whispered when he saw you huddled on the ground; your dress in tatters. Your head was bowed, knees drawn in, refusing to meet his eyes; making your leather-clad boyfriend lower himself to a knee. "Baby? Hey, look at me, sweet girl, lemme see... C'mon, baby, please, look at me."
You only sniffled.
"It was Jake and Steven," Lawrence told Billy, trying to find his feet; falling over and just giving up.
"Hell happened to you, man?"
Lawrence frowned, looking nervous, but your voice answered, "He saved me, Bee. Jumped in, took some of the beating."
Billy looked between you and Lawrence, but focused on you - seeing the injuries to your face and chest in full light. "Oh, my God," he breathed, looking you over in shock. Those pink, pillowy lips you adored licking and sucking on were parted in shock.
You half-smiled, "Think you pissed a few of the wrong guys off."
"Jesus Christ, sweet girl. What happened? Tell me, please, before I start making assumptions," he demanded, reaching for your cheek - making you recoil hard enough that your head banged on the house supporting your exhausted body. "Hey, hey," he whispered, looking physically wounded by your action, "'s just me, baby, it's just me, it's Bee, I'm not gonna hurt you. C'mon, sweetheart, lemme help you."
You sniffled, letting him reach for you again and caress your cheek so he could direct your head left and right; giving him a full view of your injuries that continued to weep. He stiffened as he took note of a new cut or bruise upon every new sweep of his eyes, his anger skyrocketing with every passing moment.
"It hurts," you whimpered. "Apparently, you beat the shit outta those guys weeks ago - guess they were waiting for an opening to strike back."
"You don't deserve this," he growled angrily. "Fuck - look at you! Goddamnit, I'm so sorry, princess, this is my fault. All my fucking fault, shit," he hissed, looking close to tears, "I put you here, I'm so sorry, baby."
"Got Lawrence his ass beat, too," you pouted.
"Sorry about this, man," Billy instantly offered the other boy, who was practically slumped over in the grass. He still managed to give a thumbs up. "But, uh, thank you for stepping in. You know, not a whole lotta people would."
"Nah, it was the right thing to do," Law frowned, waving him off.
"You said Jake and Steven did this?"
"Mhm," Law nodded. "Jake Chastain and Steven Barton."
"Yeah, I know 'em," Billy shook his head, "and I'll fuckin' kill 'em - "
"Can we get cleaned up first? Before we go murdering high school jocks?" You pouted in pain.
"Hey, man. You got a friend here or something? Someone to help us?" Billy asked Lawrence, still caressing your face with his thumb sweeping the apple of your cheek.
"My sister's 'round, yeah..."
"Want me to grab her?" Billy offered awkwardly.
"I'd actually appreciate it," Law whispered. "Gotta get home, yeah?"
"Yeah, man. Stay here, I'll grab her," Billy agreed. "What's her name?"
"Natalie, she's a cheerleader. Um... Y-You dated her beginning of the year?"
"I remember," he sighed, standing to his feet. He told you earnestly, almost sweetly, "I'll be fast."
But the thing is, you knew Billy all too well by now. "Wait, no," you gasped, trying to stand, "Bee, don't!" It was too late, he was already gone by the time you and Lawrence stumbled out from hiding; just in time to watch Billy point Natalie towards where you and her brother were. Then, he turned and surged up to an unsuspecting Jake and Steven; launching an all-out brawl against the two.
Neither of them stood a chance when Billy was THIS angry. Nobody did. In fact, if Jason, Tommy H., and two other guys hadn't pulled him back, surely, there'd be a lot more than a couple of broken bones. However, when Billy told the other basketball players in a spit-flying rage that these two cowards had attacked his girlfriend (a few turning back to get a look at you), it launched a new, mutual anger. Chrissy and a few other cheerleaders wanted to step in when the "fight" (more like attack) started again, but when they saw you, Lawrence, and Natalie, nobody said a single word. Nobody interfered. Nobody interrupted, and luckily, nobody else joined in...
Before Jake and Steven could lose their lives or sustain serious injury that would result in any arrests, Billy was pulled back by Lawrence - of all people. "Hey, hey," the beaten boy barked, "hey, man, chill - chill! These guys deserve it, yeah, I fucking know, but look, hey!" He grabbed Billy's shoulders to prevent him from turning back for the fray. "Hey! Your girl needs you, man. She needs you more than these bozos. C'mon, you can't go to jail over this shit, right? Right? How mad you gonna be if you get bagged 'cause of these jackasses?"
This seemed to force Billy back to reality and out of his homicidal rage. A few dudes who played football stepped in to hoist the unconscious jocks over their shoulders just to leave them on the curb a couple houses down the street.
Billy raced back to you.
Chrissy and Natalie were helping wipe blood from your skin and hair; clothes damaged, ripped, stained, beyond repair, and another cheerleader was holding a bag of frozen peas to your head as you leaned on her stomach. He slid his jacket from his shoulders, easing you off the girl's belly to leave it around your trembling form and then taking the girl's spot, supporting your body as you were tended to.
Eventually, Chrissy sighed, "I think that's the best we're gonna get you, honey. You want us to come over in the mornings? Help you get dressed and do your make-up?"
"No offense, but I don't think that's necessary... It's not like what happened is a secret," Natalie whispered, looking you over.
"Make-up might irritate the injuries," the other girl offered softly. "But it might cover some of those bruises, I just would avoid the cuts."
"I'm okay, girls, but thank you," you assured softly. "Bee's here t'help."
"Yeah, taking you straight to the hospital," he decided stiffly from behind you.
"What?"
"Think I'm not gonna get you checked out after this? Two men attacked you, I gotta make sure ain't shit's seriously wrong, baby. Don't fight me on this, please."
Billy's mind was warped with memories of sitting in ER's and other clinics with his mother nursing a broken wrist or damaged eye socket. His father's anger had always been a temperamental switch, something Billy felt he always had to outdo. Being in the hospital with you felt too similar, another bolt of rage zinging through his blood; hating the idea that you were the victim, and like his mother, he wasn't able to protect you.
Unlike his mother, this situation was directly his fault. He didn't even remember why he beat the shit outta Steven and Jake all those weeks ago, but whatever the reason, it cost him now. Cost you both.
The party continued inside the house, but Billy walked around the side yard, down to the front, then towards the street full of parked cars with you secure in his arms. After getting you settled safely in the passenger seat of his Camaro, Billy rightened and shut the door; seeing Lawrence and Natalie approaching their own car, the bag of peas now held to his jaw and cheek.
His sister was under his arm, helping him hobble. Billy gulped, realizing Lawrence was beat to hell, too, and if he hadn't jumped in, Lord only knew what state you'd be in now. When the two men caught one another's eye, Billy offered a nod of respect and thanks; the other lad returning it as if to say he was welcome. Billy raced for the driver's door, sliding in, and without turning any music on, drove off towards the hospital.
You were grumpy to be there, but one look at you had the medical staff moving at a quickened pace to help you; offering speedy aid. You were cleaned and cared for; questions regarding the level of assault making you nervous, but you answered honestly that two classmates had jumped you at a party. This meant the police were called; tears in your eyes and down your cheeks when you had to tell Chief Hopper (a close family friend) exactly what happened.
Billy provided their assailant’s full names and promised they wouldn't be in the best shape when (slash if) the two were found.
After hearing your story and writing the names down from Billy, Hopper sighed in empathy, "Kid... Don't admit t'anything."
"I'm not, I'm just making a casual note," Billy countered. "You know, people don't take too kindly to people hittin' a woman. Less so when she's drunk, alone, and they fuckin' stomp on her - "
"All right," Hopper tried to halt his built up anger. "Let's just take a breath here - "
"Uh, Chief?" His deputy interrupted. "Them boys? Uh, a... Jake Chastain and Steven Barton? They were just wheeled in from an ambulance."
"Interesting," Hopper noted, sparing Billy a small look. "From where?"
"A neighbor called them in, said there's a party few houses from her on Hawthorne."
Jim Hopper sighed and turned to you and Billy with his hands on his hips. His face was passively angry. "Sound familiar?" He asked, tongue sweeping over his teeth.
"Yes," you answered for you both, "that's where it happened, Chief."
His eyes softened when he looked back at you. "All right," he nodded, looking to his partner. "Go stand by their room, keep an eye - I'll be there in a second, but the victims made a positive ID. Doc's will treat 'em and we'll book 'em." When left alone, Hopper took a suspicious look around the hospital floor before sliding the curtains shut around your bed; moving to your other side, removing his hat, and kneeling. "Listen, kid," he whispered, taking your hand softly, "I got a daughter at home, too, and if anyone - and I mean, anyone - laid a hand on her the way you were tonight, I'd burn this town to the fucking ground."
Billy snorted in amusement, "Know the feeling."
Hopper nodded, "So believe me when I say, I need to know, off the record, what really happened tonight. Your father will need to know that I am doing everything to help - but I need to know the truth."
"I don't know what to tell you, Hopper," you frowned, matching his quiet tone, "I've told you what I know. I was a few drinks in, stepped outside t'smoke, and that's when they grabbed me, took me t'the side yard, and started wailing on me. I dropped, they kept goin', that's when this other boy stepped in. He got beat up pretty good, too, but he helped get them away. Billy showed up, we came here - "
"I hit them," Billy interrupted, making you squeak lightly. Hopper just laid his other hand over yours so he cocooned it; glancing around the under skirts of the curtains to make sure you remained alone.
Then he asked, "When?"
"After I made sure Y/N was okay," Billy explained, petting a hand over the back of your head; never looking away from Hopper. "I found her friend's sister, made sure someone knew where they were, and then I hit them... And I didn't stop hitting them."
"Kid - "
"Some teammates pulled me off, don't worry - it could've been so much worse. But when the others found out what they did to my girl?" He hissed quietly, "They took matters into their own hands by themselves, sir. My girl was attacked, I couldn't let that just slide, Chief, I hope you understand."
Hopper sighed, "Well, I can't condone the violence, but since it was a group effort, be a helluva lot more paperwork bringing you in versus those two who started it."
Billy nodded absently, your free hand laying over Hopper's to stack. "Did you call my dad?" You asked nervously.
"Not yet," he frowned. "I gotta check on the suspects, but I can after."
"Could you not? For me, please?" You sniffled. "He'll just worry and would get all pissy 'cause his trip has to be cut - "
"He's not home?" Hopper asked in earnest confusion with knitted brows.
Your head shook, "Chicago for the week."
"He left eight days ago," Billy snipped.
"Bee," you reprimanded sharply.
"Hey," Hopper squeezed your hand, "it's okay, you're over 18, I don't have to call him. But El and I are gonna drop by later with dinners and to check on you, her little friend, too, probably. You know, the, uh... The little red head?"
"Max?" You asked.
"Yeah, her. Nice girl."
"She's Billy's step-sister," you snickered, wincing when your broken ribs protested.
"You should rest," Hopper bid, "and thank you for being honest," he stood to his feet while nodding at Billy. "Tell you what, I won't report you starting the fight - technically... It'll be reported as a randomized group effort after they were caught assaulting Y/N."
Billy nodded, too shocked for words as Hopper patted your hand, placed his hat on, and exited the little curtained room. "Wow," your boyfriend breathed. "Since when are you friends with the Chief of Police?"
"He and my dad go way back," you eased.
"All cops like him?"
"Fuck no, you know that." After a beat, you reached for his hand to lace your fingers with him, "Hey," you bid, "I-I'm really sorry."
"Baby, just - don't even start - "
"No, for earlier, for our fight," you interrupted, "and for feeling petty enough to go to the party alone when I know you don't like that... For drinking, not being more aware like you taught me. I didn't use the buddy-system when I went t'smoke, it was a major fuck-up, I know, but I'm just sorry. I feel like I've disappointed you or something - "
"No, hey, sweet girl," he rushed, sitting on the edge of the gurney to stare at you directly, "don't you ever feel that way - you didn't do nothing wrong. Hear me? You didn't put yourself in this position, you didn't deserve what happened, you didn't - no, just," he sighed deeply, "you didn't do any of this, sweetheart. Okay? If anything... If anything, this is my fucking fault and I'm the one who is so sorry."
Your head shook, but Billy continued,
"They did this to you because of me." Tears filled those sweet baby blues. "Because I don't have a hold of my temper - I fucked them up, so, they fucked you up. This is my fault, I'm so sorry. But look, hey, I'll fix this, okay? I swear to God - I'm gonna fix this."
"The cops got 'em, we don't have t'do anything else," you mumbled. "You don't have to do anything else, Billy."
"Maybe not, but I can't let this go - look at you," a single tear dripped. "Fucking look at you, my sweet girl. In the fucking hospital 'cause of me - I can't - this ain't right. I gotta make it right."
You couldn't answer because a technician was arriving to take you for a CT, MRI, and X-Ray - all of those scans that would tell them what was going on internally. Hopper was seen outside the two boy's rooms - Billy following your bed closely as you where wheeled away. Every scan or test he could remain close for, he was; stepping back when needed, but being sucked right back to your side when able.
By the end of the night, you were released into Billy's care because all patients with head injuries had to have some kind of chaperone, and a few floors up, Steven and Jake were being handcuffed to their hospital beds by Hopper.
"Real lucky I wasn't there when you hit her," Jim Hopper seethed quietly, tightening the cuff on Jake to an uncomfortable grip. "Your parents would need money for your funerals - not bail," he offered one single more glare before leaving the next shift of deputies on duty. He sped all the way home and held Eleven in a suffocating hug.
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Turns out, you sustained decent injuries from that night.
A (cleanly) broken ankle. Six different broken ribs. Split lip that required two stitches. Stitched earlobes from where piercings were ripped out. Severely bruised collarbones, bordering on broken. One blackened eye. Along with other generic bruises and cuts, more seemingly discovered as the days drug by slowly.
Billy was ready to mow down anyone in his way at any point, but his only ability to get through the school day was that he saw you everyday afterward. He dropped whatever sport and / or club that held his interest, collecting coursework you missed, then driving Max and "Jane" Hopper to your place. He would've lashed out if this was any other situation, but because you asked him to behave and bring you the materials you needed, he did. He played nice.
The two assailants, Steven and Jake, had been arrested by Jim Hopper. They apparently had a rough ride to the station, but that wasn't here or there. What they did to you was far worse that nobody batted a single lash when the two were brought in the station for booking, looking freshly beat up and bloodied. A judge also rejected their bail.
Billy brought you whatever work you missed during your recovery at home, most teachers shocked to see him so diligent in showing up and making the collections. He didn't understand whatever the teachers told him about the work, but you did - and it was fascinating to him, watching you work or study. He usually sat by your window to smoke, but on the occasion, you asked for a toke and wouldn't care about where the smoke blew. So, as weeks passed, he stopped specifically going over to your window; just leaving it open for ventilation so he could remain at your side.
Anything you needed, he got. He did. He gave you. Guilt was one helluva motivator and Billy was chalked-full; so, he did the only thing he knew he could, being acts of service.
You were laid up, it made sense. He could bring you into the shower, get naked himself and help you bathe. He could carry you downstairs, cook for you, help out around the house by keeping it clean because he knew it stressed you out. He would collect the mail, water plants, do dishes, just turned into a househusband that made your stomach and cheeks feel all warm and fuzzy. Never did you think Billy had the ability to be domestic, but here he was, in your great-grandmother's kitchen, wearing a stained apron while trying to bake cookies while you worked on a physics project.
"Hey, Bee?"
"What's wrong?" He asked instantly, setting the hot tray to the stove.
"No, hey, calm down," you smiled with a small laugh. "I was just wondering... You know, like... What's gotten into you?"
"Huh?"
"You know what I mean," you huffed, setting your pencil down. "You literally haven't let me out of your sight except when you're at school."
He shrugged, "You need help."
"You don't ask if I do."
"I don't need to ask when I can just see it."
"Billy."
He sighed and begrudgingly scraped cookies off the hot tray to rest on the cooling sheets. "Your dad asked me to stay close," he offered.
"Bullshit."
"No, really," Billy insisted. "He's in and out with work, so, he asked me to stick around, just in case."
"Okay, fine, but it's more than that. Billy, tell me the truth, baby, please. It's not a bad thing, I'm just curious what's really going on."
"I'm just... I'm just nervous, you know?"
Your head cocked, "Why's that?"
"Look what happened to you," he chuckled ruefully. "All fucked up, can't even go t'school until your ribs are healed - all 'cause of me. 'Cause I fucked up and went too far - "
"William," you snapped, making his wide, shocked eyes meet yours. "I'm not gonna listen to this anymore. Okay? I know you're sorry, you tell me everyday, andI know you're feeling guilty, but this isn't your fault, you're not the one who put hands on me - "
You flinched when he lobbed the cookie tray into the sink, causing a ruckus, his voice yelling over the noise, "FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"
"William!"
"I'm trying to protect you!" He yelled, tears swelling when he whipped around to face you. "I-I don't know what else to do! Look, okay, say what you fucking want, but the truth is, those two assholes came at you 'cause of me. Okay? 'Cause I had to be myself and beat the shit outta them 3 months ago, they never forgave - they didn't forget. I put you in this situation, that now? Now, yeah!" He laughed without humor. "Yeah! I'm fucking nervous leaving you alone! Fuck knows what could happen to you, and who's to say there aren't more people out there just waiting for this kinda opportunity! Baby!" He rushed for you at the kitchen table, your mouth sewn shut in shock as he found his knees in front of you and took both your hands in his. "Baby, listen to me. You're the only thing - no, I'm serious!" He insisted when you looked ready to protest this sentiment you've heard before. "You're the only thing I fucking care about, that I want to protect, and they all know it - I don't exactly hide it. I love you so fucking much, they'd do this again - they'd fucking hurt you to get to me and that idea just..." He sighed, looking lost.
You pulled a hand free to instantly caress his cheek, turning his attention upward until his eyes met yours. "Billy," you whispered, "baby, nobody's after us. This was just a freak accident, this was a fluke, okay? You're worried anyone else is gonna come at me, at us, but I know nobody else is that fucking stupid. They wouldn't test you, and Jake and Steven took advantage of an already bad situation. Okay? We had a fight - which was pretty public. So, people knew we were at odds, and when I showed up at that party alone, started drinking, it was their perfect opportunity to strike."
"You can't say that, we don't know if anyone else is gonna test us," he sniffled. "I've made a lot of mistakes... Pissed a lot of people off. One of them might've grown a pair."
"Okay," you relented, "then I guess we're gonna have to stick together, you know... So you can keep me safe, right?"
He chuckled dryly, "I'm trying, princess."
"Well, we can work out a better way - one that doesn't run you into the fucking ground, Billy, Jesus," you searched his face. "Are you sleeping? At all?"
"'Course I am - "
"Don't lie to me."
He sighed, deflating a little, "I sleep... Only when I stay here."
"Billy, you stay only a couple nights a week when Daddy's home."
"I know."
"So, you basically only sleep when Daddy's out of town and you stay here?" You squeaked, watching him nod; pouting and feeling your own guilt brew. "Baby... Look, can we just agree that this isn't either of our faults? Right? Yeah? If I'm not allowed to think this was my fault, you aren't either."
"I was the one they wanted t'hurt," he shook his head. "They did this 'cause of me, sweetheart, how can you be so - so - fuck! So fucking understanding a-and forgiving?"
"Because I love you," you answered like it was common knowledge, even giving a small giggle.
"That doesn't... But that doesn't even - "
"What? Mean anything? Bee, it means everything," you smiled at him. "I love you, so, when you make mistakes, I forgive you - even though there's nothing you've done. I mean," you winced slightly, "sure, maybe we could reduce the kids you bully or beat up, you know, limit the enemies we might make. And this is something that can be redeemed, can't it?"
He stared at you from the floor, slowly deflating, "Can it? I've fucked up so much, doll, I don't think I deserve whatever forgiveness you wanna give me."
"You can't keep beating yourself up," you snipped. "Hey? Hear me? Look, it happened - it fucking sucked, but it happened and it's fucking over. We both need one another to help move on, okay? So, I need you back, Bee, I need my man back because we need to get through this together. You don't get to sulk in your guilt, I don't get to stew in my regret, we need to help each other out of this."
Billy sniffled, "How? How do we move on when you've still got stitches in your lip?"
"They'll dissolve in a few days," you shrugged meekly. "We move on together, okay? Maybe you pick up basketball again, try to distract yourself. Billy, we need some normalcy again, right? You know?"
"Doll, being away from you makes me feel like my lungs are gonna pop," he shook his head. "I'm afraid something might happen if I'm not there, it's fucking scary after finding you in your own blood."
"Then I'll be at every practice," you eased. "You can drive me to and from school, then you know where I am - you'll know I'm safe."
Billy stared at you a moment, fully dropping to the floor as his energy finally drained. He ran a hand through his hair, rustling the curls, admitting in a soft voice, "I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to not feel so guilty, how to move forward."
"There's no playbook," you agreed. "Guess it means we gotta figure it out ourselves, but again, we do it together. C'mere," you sighed, lowering yourself to the floor with your booted ankle held out.
"No, don't - "
"Fuck off, I'm not totally unable to do shit," you grunted, adjusting yourself and reaching for him. "Come here, please, I wanna hold you! Been cuddling me this whole time, lemme be the big spoon, please."
"Just told me to fuck off, sweetheart, kinda sending some mixed signals, aren't'cha?" He chuckled, turning so his back was to your chest; leaning so you supported him in his slump. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he muttered, holding the arm around his collarbones. "I really - if I knew this was gonna happen, I'd never of fought them."
"I know, and I forgive you," you whispered in his ear. "But we can't keep doing this back and forth, okay? I forgive you, Billy, no more apologies."
He sighed, "Yeah... All right..."
"Steven and Jake are arrested, we won't have t'see them again. Hopper will make sure of that," you smirked against the shell of his ear. "And the doctors said I should be good to return to school next week, but I'm out of cheer and everything."
He groaned, "Just something else I've fucked up for you."
"Oh, please, I love the time off," you teased. "Gives me all the time I need to watch my man on the court, huh?" He half-chuckled at your words. "You know I'm ahead in all my classes now, too? Teaching myself at home is far superior than the teacher's bitching at us for eight hours."
"You're gonna love college, baby," he chuckled, the two of you lulling into a comfortable silence. You held him tightly, nuzzled into his neck; both sitting in your emotions, trying to navigate a way out.
"We good?" You whispered.
"We're good," Billy agreed, just as soft. "No more apologies... Try to have less guilt. But you're gonna let me stay close, right?"
"I want you clinging to me so hard, I can't fucking breathe," you smirked. "And if Daddy really asked you to stick around, then you're welcome to stay here longer, even if he's here... Where I can have you close to me," you whispered, licking the skin under his ear. He stiffened.
"No - you better not," he squirmed when you licked again, adding a little teeth in a scrape.
"Billy," you pouted. "It's been weeks!"
"You're still hurt," he argued, turning on the floor to look at you. "I'm not gonna be responsible for breaking another of your ribs 'cause we were horny."
"I'm doing so much better, though!"
"Tell you what," he smirked. "Next business trip of your dad's, I'll fuck you all weekend - wherever you want, however you want."
"He has one in two weeks."
"Mhm, and you have a check up before he leaves."
You eyed him for a moment, "When did you become responsible?"
"I've always been."
"No, this is new. You're remembering dates and my doctor appointments and my dad's work schedule."
"Maybe I just like taking care of you," he whispered against your lips with a growing smirk. After pecking you lips, he quipped, "So, shut up and let me."
"Yes, sir."
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the boys reaction to the reader sending them lewd photos (with consent!)
Oof fuck yeah 😎
tw: slight NSFW/suggestive themes
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:
Oh sweetheart, you fucked up (in the best way obviously)
He got the text that said “for your eyes only ;)” with an image following after the text, he knew better than to open it around others so he waited. Even when he was alone waited.
And then when he finally decided to open it, hands shaking just a little bit, he was in awe
You were sat in front of a mirror, legs spread and on your knees, back curved to get that flattering angle he loved so much, wearing nothing but his balaclava, your hair poking out from under the edges, doe eyes feigning innocence, your free hand disappearing between your legs
He calls you immediately, white knuckling his phone while he’s adjusting his jeans, suddenly tight, uncomfortable, and far too warm
“You have any idea what you’ve done?”
“No clue what you’re talking about, could use a hint though.” He heard the shit eating grin over the receiver and could practically see you biting your lower lip, eye lashes fluttering in feigned ignorance
“Better find you on your knees when I get home.”
“Or what?” He heard the breathlessness in your voice, knew how much you loved it when he gave you orders. Still he had to at least hand it to you for trying to keep up the coquettish act,
“Careful, pet, choices have consequences.”
(On GOD that line makes me WEAK)
After that interaction, he went silent until you woke up to a text a few days later that reads ‘Home in 5’ the text was sent five minutes ago and you heard the lock clicking at the front door
Consequences, love
John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:
The least restraint out of all of them tbh
He gets your text and sees that there’s an attachment and he calmly dismissed himself from the group, they’re at a pub, celebrating a job well done and you decided to hang back and let John have his night with his mates team
As soon as he’s alone and he opens the picture, his hand is running over his face and his baby blues are like saucers
You’re on your back, legs closed and turned to the side to show off the curve of your hips that drives him feral, you’re wearing nothing but his dog tags, with one of them between your plush lips and the other resting at the center of your chest
“Sorry, lads, gotta run.” He’s back at the table, grabbing his coat and his keys
“Already? We just got here.” Gaz shouted after him as he practically sprinted out of the building
“Shame. Be seein’ ya!”
He’s well over the speed limit and fighting his keys to get them in the lock, in a matter of seconds he’s got you in his arms, kissing the breath out of you
By the end of the night, and well into the morning, there won’t be a single inch of you that hasn’t been lavished
John Price:
Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Da-
John is a patient man, he can bide his time well, knowing what it does to you
So when he sees the text and the attachment that followed, it wasn’t any different. He could wait. He knew what it was. He’s a patient man. So, just like Ghost, he waited. Except even when he was alone he didn’t open it. He’d text you as if he never saw the message and it had you wondering if it had any effect on him at all.
Sweetheart, of course it did. He could feel his phone burning a hole through his pocket despite being cool to the touch. But he wanted to wait until he knew for sure he was going home and when.
He was on the way home when he finally decided to open the picture and thank god he waited
You were sat in his favorite chair, legs crossed over the armrest, back arched over the other, wearing nothing but his hat, with one of his cigars lit between your fingers, you had captioned it with ‘what can I say? I miss my man’
If he’d seen the picture when you’d sent it, he wouldn’t be thinking straight for the rest of his time over seas. No thoughts. Head empty. Just bending you over one of the armrests and biting down on your shoulder as you’re crying out his name.
And that’s exactly what he did when he saw you.
Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick:
Oh honey, even though your text said ‘your eyes only’ he shrugged and figured no one was around to see so he opened it and his face went hot so fast, he barely had a chance to take a good look before he locked the phone and put it in his pocket.
He backed out of his chair rather clumsily and practically tripped over his feet trying to get to the bathroom
The lock had barely clicked when he dug his phone out of his pocket to get a better look and my god you looked delectable
You were wearing his cap and his jacket, which you left open, with nothing else. You were sitting on the bed in front of the mirror, legs spread, biting your lip, tweaking your nipple with you free hand
‘Wish my man would serve me instead instead.’
He didn’t even bother going back to meet up with everyone else, he just went straight home, he scooped you up in his arms, kissing you for all you’re worth, before placing you on the edge of the bed and dropping to his knees.
And serve you he did.
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do you think biker!simon has an instagram account to share some videos or photos of his motor? even he shares his own photos, he won't take off his helmet i suppose hehe :3
YEA I DO!!! biker!simon’s instagram account was made so he can follow his friends (not just the squad but also those that he met in meet ups) and also biking events. he first gained traction because of the bit he’s got going on wherein no one knows how he looks like until now, but then clips of his tricks during meet ups get posted and naturally people are drawn to him. add the fact that this well-built man with a sexy voice is also just a big bike nerd? yeah, people are enamoured for sure.
it’s not like he’s influencer famous, which he’s fucking thankful for, but simon becomes a household name for bikers and fans alike. then, your name came along and all of a sudden, a power couple just bloomed right before simon’s followers’ eyes. of course they’ve got to extend the support your way.
at first they’re following you because of simon; because they see just how cute he is whenever he talks about you – always posting you on his account or story; always finding ways to include you in the topic (with limitations of course) and tag you in posts. and god his followers adore seeing simon act so smitten and in love.
but you’re just too beautiful and sweet and kind.
what started as curious support became genuine; often they’d even ask simon where you are when simon’s account goes live during a meet up (all his followers know by now that every time simon’s live during a meet up, it’s actually johnny using simon’s phone), and simon would wag his finger in front of the camera as if to say “secret.” it’s johnny who would thankfully grace them with a normal reply, doing so by flipping the camera to show you to them. and, well, they wouldn’t be able to blame simon for wanting to keep you all for himself because they’d see you perched on his bike, wrapped in leather while wearing your and simon’s matching helmet, looking all parts divinely and untouchable.
simon would mass like comments that always compliment you. his favourite? “@yourname please please step on me. i promise i’ll bark”. simon laughed at the ridiculousness of it before liking the comment and replying to the original commenter with “get in line, lad.”
HHHH BUT YEA!! i absolutely see simon having a decent-following instagram account that is full of pictures of you, the two of you driving around, and his bike.
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i searched through the trenches (my room) and was able to find my old phone!! i revived it for a short smau of biker!simon and what i think his account would look like (also featuring a short one of reader’s account!). check under the cut <333
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― YANDERE! GENSHIN ACADEMY AU. pt one | two | three | four | five
⇢ alhaitham, kaveh, tighnari, cyno + ayato, baizhu, mika / gn! reader
introducing! from sumeru hails teyvat's brightest minds, and it's no surprise that many of the academu's smartest are true-blood sumerians. a lesser known fact is that these are less skilled in the workings of the heart, and therefore, a bit more unstable than the average lad.
warning! yandere, obsessive & possessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, master-pet dynamics, mentions of bullying, physical wounds
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— STOIC ACADEMIC TYPE. alhaitham | الهيثم
[ “if you’re looking to get my help, i’d rather you just outright say it than dilly-dallying around.” ]
⇢ one of the geniuses in your second year, haitham is a no-nonsense type of guy that has that air of arrogance around him. he’s quite hard to approach, and he doesn’t care to socialize with any of your circles. he has, however, taken a liking to you, and will usually just drag you around whenever he feels like it.
⇢ expect forced study sessions with him in the library. he’s very keen on making sure your grades are in tip-top shape, even though you never asked him for help. it’s obvious that he takes a bit of sadistic pleasure when you ask him for his help. when you ask him on how to solve a problem, he stops whatever he’s reading and scrutinizes you with those stoic eyes, before a small and smug grin forms on his face. sometimes you’re not sure if he truly wants to help you or he just likes to hear you plead and beg.
⇢ kinda likes to see you screw up as well. seeing you excel (because he helped you, after all) is all nice and good, but he likes to see you fumble it every once in a while. sometimes you get a bit arrogant, refusing his help and insisting that you can do it by yourself, only for it to backfire in your face. when you run back to him with your begging and pleading, he puts on a show of being nonchalant about it. didn’t you say you were fine? so why bother him now, and especially in the middle of a good book?
⇢doesn’t hide the fact that he sort of treats you like a pet, with the way he drags you to and fro. his blunt everyday tone makes everyone feel like he’s looking down at them, but even more so with the way he talks to you. stay, he says when you start approaching him. sit, he tells you. whether you follow or not is up to you, and while he does love having an obedient pet, there is some fun to be found in keeping a bratty one.
⇢likes to see you rely on him. is it out of genuine care or because he sees you as a complete fool who can’t do anything on their own, time will tell, but he’s strangely insistent about you depending on him. he doesn’t make it very obvious, especially when he acts like he could give two shits about anything, but when you mention having troubles, he says things like “that is what you’re having trouble with?” without offering his help, you usually start nagging him for the answer.
⇢haitham isn’t one for praise but… he does get a kick off you praising him. not because he’s starved for it (he’s had heaps of that ever since he showed his academic prowess) but because it felt just right. he does help you a lot, doesn’t he? taking the time out of his busy day to help you with whatever silly thing you need. the least you could do is thank him for it.
[ “honestly, you ought to be more grateful with how much i’m always helping you.” ]
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– PASSIONATE TYPE. kaveh | کاوه
[ “oh yeah, uh, i guess i did win that! do… do you like it?” ]
⇢ your senior kaveh who’s been all over you ever since your first year. he’s a bit clingy with his touches, holding onto your arm while you walk and greeting you with hugs ever since the two of you got close. whenever the two of you see each other in the hallways, he immediately latches onto you and doesn’t let go. will drag you around while chatting your ear off.
⇢ often starts to show off when you’re around. he tries to be really nonchalant about it too, like casually trying to slip in his accomplishment in the middle of a conversation to make it seem like he’s not trying too hard. when you smile and compliment him, he starts to stutter and blush, losing the cool composure he tried to maintain just moments ago. the others tease him for being a senior who wants to impress his junior and he quickly denies it (“they’re just saying what they want!” he’d huff to you), but you can’t deny the red blush and the pleased smile on his face.
⇢ always trying to help other people out, even if he’s too busy. while he’ll drop everything he’s doing when you ask him a favor, he also doesn’t have the heart to say no to others. some days, he gets a bit disheveled by dismissal after helping out so many people at once. when he starts whining to you and he becomes even clingier, be understanding and let him. he’s had a rough day, after all.
⇢ everyone knows the shenanigans that occur around you in school and kaveh is no exception. so he’s made a bit paranoid every day, wondering when of your crazed suitors will snap and just kidnap you. he could just do it himself and not worry about being separated from you, but he thinks he’s above such things (true, but only without the proper motivation). to compensate for this, he spends every second with you like it’s his last.
⇢ did you just hold his hand?!? that must mean something, right?! he conveniently forgets that you’ve held hands with numerous other people in this academy, but you can’t blame the poor dude, he’s the type to overthink stuff like that. he’s gone over seemingly normal moments between you two countless times in his head, wondering if any of that meant something. at the back of his head, he knows he’s overreacting. but then he remembers when you gave him some papers and your fingers lingered for some seconds then he starts squealing in his pillow, absolutely deluded by his fantasies.
⇢ he’s not the jealous type…! really! he knows how kind and sweet you are. he knows that the praises you have for him are genuine and the way you look at him in admiration is all real. you’re not the type to fake those after all…! even so… even so, you continue to look at others with that same look, and praise them with the same praise. it’s not that they don’t deserve it but… is he not just good enough? to have your praises reserved for only him… was he just not worthy of that?!
[ “did i… did i do something wrong…? please, just talk to me, look at me!” ]
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— SASSY TYPE. tighnari | الطغنري
[ “those idiots… honestly, they could at least treat you with a little more care!” ]
⇢ straightforward and no-nonsense, tighnari is well-respected among his peers for being an academic with an honest personality. especially in a school where anything can just tip anyone off, tighnari does not care about who he has to offend to make them back off. as such, many suitors can’t just do their trickery to you whenever he’s watching, lest he call them out on the spot.
⇢ he’s very concerned about your wellbeing. he’s often warning you about the dangers of the men you surround yourself with. whether you believe him or not is up to you, but that won’t stop him from trying to prevent anything from happening to you. obviously, he can’t just say that someone’s killed someone— he doesn’t want to ruin your life like that— but he’s often cryptic, hoping that you’ll figure it out for yourself.
⇢ very naggy, though he nags like a disappointed mother rather than a caring one. you and cyno are often at the end of these rants when you two do something stupid (either together or as individuals), but it’s a sign that tighnari truly cares about you. he could care less whether haitham cut himself on one of his books, but when you do he’s immediately all over you and berating you for being stupid and careless.
⇢ becomes too smug whenever you show a preference for him. he loves feeling when you choose him over anyone else and the suitors stew in their anger when he shoots them a haughty grin. cyno often has to remind him that he’s being too much, but he knows how much tighnari delights in defeating the other harem members without even having to do anything. you chose him out of your own free will, and that says a lot more than having you forced to pick him.
⇢ being raised on botany and all its properties, tighnari’s almost an expert in all things plants and that includes their… chemistry. it’s no surprise that he’s one of the suitors who are capable of concocting their little mixtures. when using it on other competitors, he’s not one to dirty his hands. he often has cyno slipping a thing or two in their drinks (or in special cases, an overly desparate kaveh). but when it comes to tampering with your drink? well, he reserves that special privilege for himself, all for the pleasure of watching the chemicals slowly affect you.
⇢ a smart guy, who knows that the way to your heart is not intimidating you into it but instead playing the nice and concerned friend. poor you, always being chased around by these unstable men. why have them who will only hurt you, when you can come to him, someone that you can trust? even if your vision is slipping away, your body becomes heavy… you can trust him, no matter what~
[ “feeling sleepy already? dear me, your body is really fragile… and cute ♪” ]
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— GUARD DOG TYPE. cyno | κύων 
[ “if they’re bothering you again, talk to me. i’ll be the one to handle it.” ]
⇢ serious cyno who amuses you with his corny jokes delivered with a stoic expression. despite looking so mature, being with cyno often gets you two into trouble that he didn’t foresee. it has something to do with that intimidating expression and the way he’s ready to fight anyone who nears him. people mistake him for challenging them to a fight, and more often than not you’re left watching cyno beat down opponents in self-defense.
⇢ when people aren’t busy trying to fight him, cyno’s always seen patrolling the campus halls as head of the security committee. you can tell who’s been caught by him before by the way they flinch and avoid his piercing gaze. even many of his admirers are a bit terrified of him, and all they can do is just watch him walk over to you and whisper in your ear. they think you’re in trouble, but in reality, he’s telling you to meet him at the same meeting spot because he wants to show you this rare genius invocation card he just bought.
⇢ no one in his friend group takes him seriously anymore, not when he’s busy challenging all of them to a tcg fight every get-together. they tend to get roped up into his antics, and you can see how boys really will just be boys as the four of them begin to one-up each other into petty competitions. and cyno’s always been the most competitive out of them.
⇢ cyno seems to have a habit of suddenly showing up moments before one of your suitors plans to do something. they might start to sneak into your lockers to steal something when they see cyno leaning casually against the wall with a knowing glint in his eye. or when one of them spikes your drink and cyno unhesitatingly takes your glass and dump it on the floor, without breaking eye contact with the suspect. the guard dog that you don’t know about.
⇢ part of the protective stalker group within your suitors who make sure to follow you from the shadows whenever he has free time. these stalkers are often chill with each other, nodding at each other in acknowledgment whenever they bump into each other in one of their stalking escapades. he keeps a close eye on you at all times, with your security purely his concern and nothing else.
⇢ indifferent to getting his hands bloody. he’s not unreasonable— he knows that he can’t kill someone just because he’s jealous or something like that. he can’t risk doing something that will have an impact on you. but justice has to be served, and when he sees someone hurt you or become a threat to your safety… he just can’t help it. whether it’s mixing nari’s poison or simply giving them a cold, swift death, everything he does is because he loves you so.
[ “hush, there’s nothing to cry about. they’re gone, no one will hurt you. i have served you justice.” ]
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— SCHEMING TYPE. kamisato ayato | 神里綾人
[ “oho? it pains me that you’re so wary of me, even after all these years!” ]
⇢ senior ayato who always has that gentle but calculating mask on, socializing with many people but never close to any of them. when people start realizing that you might have caught his interest, they have warned you about him and whatever shady motives he might harbor. but whenever he approached you, he was so kind and generous with his offerings… not that you were fooled.
⇢ he’s always showering you with gifts whenever you’re together like he’s trying to flex his wealth. bump into him at the mall? he tells you to walk with him for a bit, but you leave with a luxury item you eyed for a few seconds. bundles you up in his scarf when you’re feeling chilly, however when you try to return it to him on the next day he just tells you to keep it so casually like the fabric doesn’t cost you your life savings.
⇢ when class isn’t keeping them both apart, thoma is always seen attending to ayato’s side. it’s not a secret that thoma can go to school because the kamisatos are funding his education, so no one really questions it. they do get a little bit suspicious whenever the two seem a little… intimate, but in the end, who really cares?
⇢ you should really heed others’ warnings about ayato, because it’s clear that he’s a dangerous fellow. he seems to know everything about everyone. once, he had threatened your bullies off with a thinly veiled threat regarding their shady pasts. you don’t know how he got hold of such rare information, but it seems that he’s one of the many people at this school with an information network under their fingertips.
⇢ while he does view you with adoration, it’s clear with how he talks to you that he doesn’t view you as his equal. with the way he talks you down sometimes like he’s talking to a pet rather than a fellow student, you sometimes feel a bit… demeaned. but when ayato tucks your hair behind your ear so tenderly, you have to second-guess your apprehensions.
⇢ the difference between you two is clear. he is the elite of the elite and you are… you. and he takes advantage of this without guilt. it starts as off remarks, about how you wouldn’t survive a day in their society, then it transforms into something bigger. before you know it, he’s criticizing your clothes, your posture, your personality… anything to nail in the fact that you. are. different. till you lose your pride and self-worth. till ayato makes sure that you won’t have the willpower to fight back once he begins his schemes.
[ “but i’m not lying, am i? you are different, and we can’t really do anything about that, can we?” ]
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— SUSPICIOUS TYPE. baizhu | 白术
[ “another trip to the nurse, i see… if i didn’t know better, i would think you were here to see me.” ]
⇢ senior baizhu is head of the health committee and is often seen helping out at the nurse’s. his kind and gentle nature makes the sterile place feel a lot more comforting and he attends to each patient without complaint. but when you come over, the nurse remarks how baizhu seems a bit more stressed whenever he frets over you. you’re not quite sure… after all, baizhu has always been so caring towards you and everyone else.
⇢ he’s sickly himself, so sometimes he has to rely on others for help. he does seem to ask you for help more so than the others, but you really shouldn’t mind. after all, he’s done so much for you! he’s prone to fainting, thankfully not that severe, but you have to catch him in your arms before he hits the floor. the way he thanks you and softly utters your name has you almost dropping him, and you swear there’s a cheeky grin on his face that’s gone a second after.
⇢ although his reputation is generally favorable, there are whispers that he and his family are involved in shady medical research. baizhu, when asked about these, will always only laugh and shake his head. ‘let them say what they want to say’, he would tell them. ‘what matters is that i’m capable of tending to them when they come to me for help.’ such thoughtful words often erase whatever doubts they have about baizhu and even make them guilty for even falsely accusing him.
⇢ but they’re right, though. they are a big pharmaceutical company, and every massive corporation has its shadows. a solo research that he’s been working on is in the area of immortality. in recent years, he’s been working on it with much more fervor now that he’s met you. back then, his goal for immortality was always directionless, only researching for the sake of curiosity. but now he has a clear goal: to spend eternity with you and for you.
⇢ he’s an expert businessman and your harem members are well aware of that. among them, he’s known to make many shady deals, especially since he’s so knowledgeable in… drugs. he makes a lot of profit from this, but another clear advantage is his time with you. though these rich students could just buy their drugs literally anywhere, no one quite provides the safety of not being caught like baizhu.
⇢ … might make those deals because more often than not, they end up with you in the nurse’s office. whether bruised from the bullying of another suitor or disoriented from some sort of poison, you rush to the nurse before things get worse for you. you’re so smart, he’d praise you as he tends to the wounds. there is a pleasure in bandaging you up, knowing full well that he could easily dig his nails into the cuts and leave you more in need of his help.
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— ANXIOUS TYPE. mika schmidt 
[ “they’re very cool but i… maybe i shouldn’t get too close…” ]
⇢ lil bro gets pushed around by the meaner people in his year and he doesn’t even question it. it’s just very easy to take advantage of him, with his eager-to-please personality and his notable ability to do almost anything exceptionally well. it takes him being adopted into the first-year harem group before the bullying dies down (mainly because most of the people there are well-known and powerful). he doesn’t quite understand how they could bond over a person (you) and was originally quite frightened at their almost fanatic worship of you.
⇢ no one would think he’s part of your harem, not with the way he desperately tries to avoid you. in fact, you could count the times you’ve talked to him on two hands. on all times he was a blushing and stuttering mess to the point that he was incoherent. xingqiu seemed to take a kick out of his embarrassment, while aether softly coaxed him into forming a full sentence in front of you. what stuck with you was how he refused to shake your hand, to which xingqiu bowled over laughing. 
⇢ when he got a little bit more comfortable with you, he was still shy albeit not much to the point that he wasn’t willing to offer you help. you’d often bump into each other while you’re on your errand, and he takes half the workload. most of the time, the two of you work in silence, with mika taking frequent glances at you. when you’re done, he says a meek ‘goodbye!’ and sprints off.
⇢ stalks you around school like a little creep, but thankfully not to the point where he follows you home. he’d peek from around a corner, watching you in the distance with wide eyes in admiration. you’re always so hardworking and excellent… it’s no wonder you have so many admirers! he was almost caught by you a few times, but thankfully you’re none the wiser. his stalking is painfully obvious to the other harem members, but they think him harmless enough that they don’t pay him any mind.
⇢ things that you need the most are always miraculously appearing in your bag, locker, table, etc. when you had complained to thoma about not bringing your lunch, later that day you’d open your locker to find a freshly made lunchbox. when you grumble to yourself about running out of correction tape, a pack with the plastic still on appears on your table. you’re perplexed, albeit grateful. after all, this isn’t the first time some creepy shit has happened to you.
⇢ he really really wishes he’d work up the courage to talk to you face to face without having to be so nervous… but he can’t help the jitters whenever you’re just in front of him! your voice has his ears ringing, your scent has him dizzy, and you’re just so, so cool that he feels so small compared to you! how could he ever talk to you like this…! maybe in the future, when mika would be more capable and dependable…
[ “a–aah… how could i talk to them! they’re too…!” ]
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forksdreaming · 2 years
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i finally found a second hand copy of life and death so im going to start reading that tonight, wish me luck
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fictionalmenxyn · 1 year
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What it’s like dating the Task 141 and Los Vaqueros
Ghost
He is definitely protective of you, if your both shopping he definitely would either hold your hand or be pretty much glued to you.
Definitely eye balls people if they look at you in a flirty way, he will show them that your his whenever your in public
If you enjoy reading he’ll probably look at the books you read and what genres then look for more books like that
If you are a couple and your not apart of the Task Force, he’ll definitely buy you books as a gift before he leaves
And if you’re not awake before he leaves and he doesn’t wake you up he’ll leave a note like ‘to keep you company while I’m gone -Si x’
If your into fitness and athletics let’s say you’re in for fun. He will ask about what type of fitness or sports your into then he’ll ask the boys about how to play or somethings to say about the sport
If you enjoy a sport like football he’ll grab a ball and you’ll end up playing either one vs one or if the boys see you’ll play a proper match
Or if your on the gym side rather than sports. He’ll ask what type of day is your workout like for example if it’s Wednesday it would be leg day. And if it was he’ll do the workouts with you.
After a long day he’ll go to your room and lay with you on your bed. Talking about anything that may come to mind or he’ll ask how your day went and what plans are for tomorrow.
If your aching from training or working out, he’ll offer you a massage. He doesn’t show it but he loves to do small things like this he knows you love the small things in life and he enjoys seeing your pretty face smile at his act of kindness.
Then when it comes to night time he’ll depending if he has had a rough or stressful day he’ll let you hold him. Resting his head on your chest as he wraps his arms around your waist. On other days he’ll hold you close to him and god for it you need the toilet in the middle of the night cause there is little chance you can escape his arms.
The only time he’ll sleep is when he is with you. You are his safe place and you know it. You give him all of your love and respect because you know he deserves it.
Like mentioned before he loves to show his love with acts of kindness and when your in private he shows his love with touch. Weigh it’s just simply holding hand or holing your small body against his huge body.
PDA: 10/10 he knows your his and he’s yours but some people don’t know that so he shows it. Although he isn’t a fan of kissing you in public he’ll show other people your his in other ways. It can go from waist grabbing, hand holding, hug from behind or an arm around your shoulder. But for the person looking at you suggestively or flirting with you. Except him to give his famous death glare or a ‘she’s taken’ maybe a minor/small threat depending how much they are flirting with you.
Soap
He loves to give you hugs wherever and whenever. No matter who’s there and who isn’t
If your making a snack or pouring a drink he’ll come up behind you and give you a hug and a kiss on the cheek
When your both working out together if you do, he’ll mess around if it isn’t training
He’ll gently push you over if your doing a plank or push ups. But you get him back whenever you can. You’ll use your leg and somehow flip him over when stretching.
When it comes to movies, he’s the man to be cuddling. If you want to watch a romantic/girly he’ll at first complain but once it’s on and it’s either white chicks or the notebook he will watch it to the very end. Even after the movie he’ll quote a few things and the other lads will look at him confused while your laughing.
If your not apart of the military when he comes back he will either plan a date for you both or if your more introverted he’ll make or attempt a nice meal and you’ll both watch your favourite movies.
If your into sports, for a laugh he’ll buy you a Scottish jersey. And if your both watching the match and Scotland score expect to have a headache because of how loud he shouts.
When it comes to night time he likes to spoon and the thing is you both don’t mind being big/little spoon. As long as he is touching you and knows your by him he’ll feel safe.
And in the middle of the night if you feel thirsty or need the toilet he’ll wake up and ask if your ok and then he’ll say ‘hurry up I’m already gettin’ cold’ you smile and be as quick as you can because you also don’t want to waste any more time not in each others arms.
Feel like his love language is either touch or quality time. Whenever your with him he wants to be active and have fun so when your both tired later you both can cuddle together.
PDA: 5/10 feel like he knows your his and he’s yours but every so often your get the kiss on your cheek you he’ll hold your waist
Gaz
I fell like he is definitely a wind up. Like he’ll tickle your sides when your cooking or something. Or he’ll make some flirty comment to you in the middle of public but he’ll whisper it.
He treats you like a princess, he’ll buy you your favourite chocolate and if you aren’t in the military he’ll definitely buy you trinkets from each place.
Like Ghost, after a long day of training or maybe after a mission. If your aching he’ll offer to massage you. And he’s really good at it as well.
Feel like he’s the type to help you cook when your together. And he loves it especially if it’s baking, usually it would end with you two covered in flour but the food you make comes out perfect.
If your a quiet person he’ll like to lean against you while you read. Or if you paint he’ll plop himself next to you and admire your art and after will compliment it followed with a flirty comment.
Loves going on small dates like going to the seaside and buying fish and chips. If you both feel competitive you’ll go mini golfing or bowling. At the end of the date he’ll ask for your opinion and if it was good he’ll keep note of what you enjoyed and where you enjoyed it.
If your in the military with him just know he will come and hang out with you in your room. He’ll knock then let himself in then walk over to your bed and lay there. He’ll ask what your up to and make a conversation.
If you two are working out. You both would go on runs together or hike. Then when you get back you’ll both hang out in the break room. You could be simply reading maybe watching tv. But he’ll be by your side now matter what.
But if you want some alone time he’s completely fine with it as he knows if your the type to enjoy alone time he’ll give you space till your ready to hang out again.
Feel like his love language is physical touch and quality time like Soap. But when it comes to physical touch it could simply just be yours/his head on one another’s shoulder.
PDA: probably 6/10 feel like he’ll hold your hand and kiss you on the top of your head but he knows the public wouldn’t like to watch you two make out.
Price
Feel like he’s a male wife (idk if it’s the correct term) but when your ill, injured or bedridden he’ll clean the whole house, wash the dishes, vacuum around the place. He’ll definitely make you a nice breakfast to have in bed too.
Feel like he’s a good cook, he has a small little cabinet with his seasonings and will cook a feast when you don’t feel like it.
If your at base, every morning he’ll make a coffee or tea and bring it to you with a small biscuit on the side (bourbon,custard cream or whatever you like)
If he reads the news paper and your next to him you’ll rest your head on his shoulder. He’ll place a hand on your thigh and gently squeeze it ever so often from habit.
If your up before him you’ll do the exact same as you both treat each other with respect and kindness.
If your on the quiet side (introvert), he’ll buy you something you enjoy doing and maybe he’ll join in that activity or attempt it. If it’s reading he will gift you a thick book or a book set and when it’s night time and your reading he will sit with you and hold a small torch for you while you read. Sometimes he reads along with you.
If your on the active side, he’ll offer to go to the shooting range if your at base. Or he will time you in running if you enjoy it. If you go to the gym he’ll join you and if you lift weights and he sees it’s easy for you he tells you to put more on and he’ll spot for you
When it’s night, he will hold you close to him and he will kiss you and say ‘night, love’ and you’ll say the same back and cuddle together all night long.
Feel like his love language is gift giving or quality time. He loves seeing your face light up when you see something he bought you and especially if you had been wanting said item for ages. He also love spending as much time with you as possible but you both respect privacy when needed.
PDA: 3/10 feel like he won’t need to worry as he knows you’re more than capable of telling people to leave you alone but if they won’t leave he’ll come over and make you walk away.
Alejandro
He’s definitely a romantic person but he’ll be as romantic as possible but to your comfort. He’ll hold you next to time in briefings or his hand on your thigh.
Every morning when you make yourself and him breakfast he’ll hug from behind and kiss you on the temple and say ‘good morning hermosa (beautiful)’ and you’ll give him a kiss. If you need or ask he’ll help you cook breakfast or any meal.
You live when he cook with you. Cause he looks so good doing it, in fact whatever he does makes you go giddy. He’s just that type of man.
He makes you feel happy and he knows that so he proud that he is capable of doing that.
Loves teaching you Spanish if you can’t speak the language. Every so often you remember a word and you say it like ‘how’s your day going, Estimado? (My dear)’ And he’ll smile and then tell you about his day. Sometimes you say words he hasn’t taught you and he’ll ask how you knew it and you’ll laugh and say google translate and he’ll laugh with you.
If your athletic he’ll ask what things your into and then you’ll either teach him or he’ll teach himself from the rest of the team or YouTube. Then one day he’ll ask to play and you’ll both be playing that sport for hours.
After a long day he’ll run you a nice warm bath and place your pyjamas on the sink counter and ask if you want to watch a movie after.
Feel like he’s the type to take you to a restaurant for your date but he knows if your not into experience places he’ll take you out to a nice small and quiet restaurant and he’ll pay for you.
In the night he will wrap his arms around your waist while you place an arm on his chest and your head in the side of his neck. Sometimes your play with his hair and he’ll smile at you and give you a kiss.
PDA: 9/10 he knows your his and he’s yours but sometimes these people either don’t care or don’t know so he’ll show them. And if they don’t care he’ll give them a few words and a curse word in Spanish.
Rudy
You love him so much! He’s such a sweetheart. Every morning he’ll give you a kiss and compliment you.
He’ll ask how you are and how your feeling. Then you will ask the same for him and you want to give him all your love because that is what he does with you.
If your a introvert he will ask what you enjoy doing. If for example your into pottery or clay he’ll buy some or take you to a local pottery shop.
If your extroverted once again he’ll ask what your into. If you enjoy sports he’ll ask if you watch any and what team you support and he’ll learn about the team and sport.
He’ll take you out on dates, they would be fun and enjoyable ones as well. He’ll take you to the beach and have a picnic then go swimming in the ocean or something like he’ll take you to a museum, art gallery or aquarium depending what you like most. And he’ll ask mid way through if your ok and if your enjoying the date.
After a day out he’ll ask if you want to go get some ice cream if you didn’t have dessert or didn’t go out to eat.
When it’s night time. He brush his fingers through your hair and ask how your day went. If you couldn’t tell he loves knowing about how you are and how your day went. He likes to know if your well and happy if your not he’ll ask about it and comfort you.
When it comes to sleeping you both hold each other close and you kiss his forehead and whisper a good night.
His love language might be either words of affirmation or acts of service. Thought the day you will tell him you love him so much and that he makes you happy. And he’ll do the same back. With acts of service, feel like if your feeling bad or overwhelmed he will clean up a pile of dirty clothes that you forgot about or he’ll make you your favourite snack and will watch whatever movies you want.
PDA: 4/10 he doesn’t show it but you can tell when he’s jealous or worried about you cause of the person looking at you or trying to flirt with you. But you are capable of telling the person your taken and not interested. If they keep going he will tell them that you already said no and he’ll give you a kiss on the temple and you’ll both walk away.
Hope you like this, idk if this is what you think of each character but this is what I feel like they will be like in a relationship I will make more of these if you enjoy them! :)
If you want more feel free to ask what type or I’ll probably come up with something but still feel free to ask! :D
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azsazz · 2 months
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Midnight Muse (Part 14)
Azriel x Reader [Art School AU]
Summary: You and your best friend Feyre have just moved into a new apartment for your sophomore year of college at art school. What you didn't know when you signed the lease is that you'd be living next to three rowdy boys.
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 3,355
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Notes: Okay I'm a lil sad for my baby azzy in this part 😭
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“Listen kid,” the tattoo artist across the table from him sighs, and Azriel already knows what’s going to come out of his mouth.
This interview hadn’t been going well since he stepped through the door to Steppes Ink. The guy who was supposed to be conducting the interview for an apprenticeship at the parlor—a lanky lad tatted up with the worst ink Azriel’s ever seen…is that a clock dripping blood for fucks sake?—had forgotten he was even giving an interview today.
He—Brad? Chad? Something or other, he suspects—hadn’t listened to a word Azriel said when he spoke about his time tattooing. That it was his passion. That he wants to make a career out of it. Instead, the guy had kicked his sneaker clad feet up onto the edge of the table and flipped through his portfolio, not allowing Azriel to speak on his work.
He’d seen the look the fucker had given him when he’d pulled his portfolio out of his bag. The way he stared openly at his latex gloved hands as he held the book out, stuffed full of drawings and pictures of tattoos he’s given both at parties and his art focused study groups.
Azriel thinks it’s an impressive show of skill, but this fucker doesn’t.
He doesn’t even want to apprentice here anyway, not after all of this, but he’s running out of tattoo parlors to apply to in town. He’s not against driving out to the next town over because he has a reliable source of transportation, but driving all the way out after his classes is something he’d rather not have to do.
Azriel sets his jaw. He’s more than ready to pack his things and leave, maybe swing a fist at the fucker on his way out. He had been ready to go when the second comment out of this shithead's mouth was, “Taking cleanliness to a whole new level there, ey kid?” In response to his gloved hands. He’s glad he’d worn them, because he knows if he hadn’t, it would’ve been something much more insulting spewing from his lips instead.
He’s had better interviews with the same result. The fact that he keeps putting himself through this shows his determination, but Azriel would be lying if he said that the plethora of no’s he receives wasn’t disheartening. He feels like he’s come a long way since his accident, when he’d essentially had to relearn how to hold his pencils, charcoal sticks, and tattoo gun.
All of that pride he felt is slowly deteriorating like an ages old painting.
“I think you’re very talented with your sketches, but it’s not translating into your tattoos,” the man starts, scratching his patchy beard. He sucks his teeth, but it doesn’t help get rid of the cluster of food jammed between them that Azriel has been talking to for the past forty minutes. Yeah, he really does not want to work here. Not only is this guy disgusting, he’s seen at least three violations the second he walked into the parlor alone.
Imagine if he had to put up with this shit everyday.
The man continues, because he doesn’t really know how to shut up. “Your lines are all jagged, and we can’t have that. I’d be happy to look at your work again next semester when you have a little more experience.”
No. Fucking. Thanks.
Azriel grinds his teeth because he doesn’t know what else to do. How many times has he heard this line before? He knows, Mother help him he fucking knows that his lines aren’t the straightest, but he’s come a long way, and his more recent tattoos aren’t suffering because of it. 
Why won’t anyone just give him a fucking chance?
“I understand,” Azriel nods, and it takes a lot more effort to keep his tone neutral when he replies.
He’s thankful that the guy can’t see how white-knuckled his fists are under the table.
“What made you want to get into tattooing, anyway?” The man flips his portfolio shut with a harsh snap. The way he says it makes Azriel feel like he’s about to be told that he should find a backup plan. He has one already, but this fucker doesn’t need to know that.
Who does this guy think he is anyway? He has a bleeding clock and a lion head on his arm for fucks sake. It even has a mechanical eye. And he’s sure that if he lifts the sleeves of his cut off flannel, he’ll be showing a plethora of gears forever marked onto his pale skin, too.
“Every tattoo has a story,” Azriel answers, because it’s something he believes with his whole heart, and maybe, just maybe, this fucker can relate to that.
The idiot has the audacity to cock his head, questioningly. “Is that so?”
“The one’s I get do,” Azriel responds stiffly, and he hopes that this interview is over because he can’t bear to sit here a moment longer. What’s with all of the follow up questions? He’s already said no, so why the fuck is he still interrogating him?
Azriel is being looked at like he’s some dumb college kid with no idea what he wants to do with his life, and he fucking hates that. He knows exactly what he wants to do once he graduates, and that’s to be a tattoo artist, hence trying to find an apprenticeship at a local shop. Right now, he’s starting to wonder if all of the shop owners have meetings together where they talk about the kid in black gloves and tell each other not to hire him. 
Either way, he’s beyond fucking annoyed.
“Well, I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me,” Azriel says, gathering his things. The guy looks at his gloved hands again and he knows that the question is on the tip of his tongue so he hurries, shoving his portfolio into his bag and standing from his chair. 
“No problem kid. Like I said, work on it and maybe next semester—” 
“Right,” Azriel forces a smile like he’s never had to before. It feels like cutting steel, and he’s sure it looks more threatening than genuine. “Thanks.”
He dips out of the shop before the fucker can ask anymore questions.
He’s glad he didn’t even care to remember his name.
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The wind against his body and the rumble of his motorcycle makes things slightly better.
Azriel tries to let the interview roll off of his shoulders with the current pressing against his body, but it just isn’t happening. 
Usually, he enjoys the ride. The way taking the curves a little too fast makes his heart stutter in a rapid pace, the smooth asphalt beneath his wheels wiping his worries away, but there’s something about tonight that has him feeling like he’d rather just put on some music, wallow in his bed, and work on his sketches.
He’ll show that fucker.
It had gone shittier than all of the other interviews he’s had. Four, to be specific. Four interviews, where three of them had mentioned his shaky linework, two of them had told him to come back next semester, and one had been conducted by a total fucking idiot.
His hands are shaking now, memories of the accident dredged up from the way the last interviewer was staring at him. He can still feel his beady gaze on his hands, like he was some fucking specimen to be examined under a microscope. Maybe if Azriel had peeled back the latex and showed him the damage of his scars, the guy would’ve left him the fuck alone.
He knows that that’s not how it would’ve gone, though. Guys like him always ask more questions, and Azriel does not want to repeat that story to someone like that.
His gloves are still on, clenched tightly around his handlebars. He can’t ride like this, needs to stop, but he’s two blocks from his apartment now and he just wants to be home.
The fact that he can still feel the phantom touch of your body pressed up close to him every time he rides his bike now helps distract him. It subconsciously eases the trembling in his hands, and Azriel relaxes only slightly. He still doesn’t like you, but the way your thighs had pressed so firmly around his body had felt like being completely doused in warmth. He hadn’t even needed his jacket while the cold rain pounded down on the both of you, because with your chest pressed tightly against his back, your hands around his waist, he was nearly sweating.
He wonders if you had felt the same. Like there was lightning zipping up your rigid spine. If your heart was thundering as loudly as his. If you just wanted to keep going like he did, pass the town up and go on to the next—
Azriel nearly passes the apartment building whilst he’s distracted. Cassian’s big, beat up bronco is a red flag waving at him from its usual spot in front of the building. Literally, the crimson rust bucket is an eyesore, and he’s surprised they haven’t gotten any complaints from the landlord about it bringing the value of the building down.
He jerks to a stop and backs his motorcycle up in front of the truck. Always parking in the closest to the corner, Cassian had said, so that no one can block him in. Azriel hadn’t known if it had been a slight jab from when he’d trapped your and Feyre’s moving truck in on your first day here, but he’d laughed nonetheless.
There are people wandering in and out of the building. Giggling groups of girls and guys carrying racks of beers on their shoulders, hooting and hollering, eye-fucking the girls in their short skirts as they wait for the elevator. There’s parties up and down the building all weekend, and Azriel prays that for once, Cassian has decided to wander down a few floors to find a fuck instead of hosting another party.
His prayers are not answered.
When Azriel shoves through the stairwell out onto the fourth floor, the music hits him like a fucking truck. It’s bass-heavy, blaring down the hall like a goddamn rave. Internally, he groans, shoving his way through the people loitering in the hall, ignoring the more than interested looks he receives from a group of girls, staring him down like a pack of hungry hyenas.
Fuck, he really doesn’t want to deal with this right now.
It’s late enough that the pregame should be finishing soon, but knowing Cassian, it’s only just beginning.
Azriel had stopped off at the local diner for something sweet to take his mind off of the awful interview. It hadn’t helped his shakiness at all, the anger coursing through his veins, not even when his favorite waitress Rita had brought him a small fry on the house and put an extra cherry on top of his shake, then proceeded to sit with him for a bit to check in.
He loves Rita. He, Cassian, and Rhysand used to frequent the diner often during freshman year, when they had no transportation and were broke art students. Rita had always taken care of them, but now, the tradition seems to have dwelled as they’ve gotten older and are able to attend bars and have the money for restaurants that don’t only serve smash burgers and shakes. 
Azriel’s pretty sure he’s the only one that still visits out of the three.
His apartment is packed to the brim. He can smell the alcohol and sweat in the air, the stench of it makes his nose scrunch. He could use a fucking drink right now, he thinks, but he doesn’t do it often because it only makes his hands shake more and that’s the last thing he needs right now.
Upon first glance he doesn’t see either of his roommates, and then Cassian is barrelling through the crowd as if he has a sixth sense for knowing when Azriel enters a room.
“Hey, man,” Cassian grins wildly, throwing his arm around his shoulder. The drink in his cup sloshes precariously close to the rim of his glass, and Azriel grimaces. His roommates eyes are blurry with drink, and he’s swaying a bit, leaning his body weight against him. Hopefully, he hasn’t tripped and crushed anyone with his sheer size, because it wouldn’t bode well for the person trapped beneath the behemoth. “Are you setting up tonight? There’s these two chicks that want to get tatted up. Underboob.” Cassian waggles his eyebrows and grins like he’s just caught a glimpse of heaven. “Matching.”
“Not in the mood,” Azriel grunts, pushing past his roommate. He hates every second of shoving through this crowd, bodies plastered against his own like the ink on his arms. He wonders if the loud music is bothering you on the other side of the thin wall, and then he shoves that thought straight from his mind because he doesn't care.
He does care that it’s bothering him, though.
Azriel digs his keys from his pocket. The lock on his door was added after their first party and he’d found a couple right about about to fuck on his bed.
He’s the only one that gets to do that, even if he hasn’t touched another girl in months. He’s been too much of a surly bastard to even want to pursue a girl, and he knows they wouldn’t want him touching them with his fucked up hands, despite the glowing eyes feeding off of his appearance in the hall. 
Someone bumps into him and he nearly smacks his head into the door. Azriel chokes back the growl threatening to crawl from his throat, and decides against whirling around to bark at whoever’s run into him. His grip on the knob tightens.
There’s a soft light emitting from his room when he opens the door, the lamp beside his bed glowing. Azriel releases an exasperated huff, trying to ease the tension in his shoulders, but it skyrockets when he notices the lump tucked tightly into his covers.
It’s you, and you’re in his bed.
Two thoughts pass through his mind so quickly he can hardly discern one from the other.
One, what the fuck are you doing in his bed?
And two, who the fuck let you in his room?
Okay, so the second question is easier to answer than the first. It’s obvious that Cassian must have let you into his room, because he’s pretty sure the fucker had made a copy of the key the second day he’d put the lock on his door. Azriel hadn’t let him in when he’d been trying to get him to smell four different colognes he got as samples in a magazine, so his roommate took it into his own hands to make sure Azriel could never be in his room in peace.
The first question, however, makes no sense. You live right next door for fucks sakes, so what the fuck are you doing here?
Azriel stares. He can’t help himself, he’s frozen in the doorway until Cassian’s belting voice complaining about the pop song that the playlist has switched to snaps him from his stupor. He ducks inside of his room, shoving the door shut behind him, and flicking the lock.
He doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing. 
He’s staring at your sleeping form like you’re only pretending to sleep, armed with a weapon and hoping he comes closer. You’ll pop out at him and scare the shit out of him and then Rhys will fall out of the closet laughing and Cassian will burst through the door, falling to his knees in hysterics.
But you’re not moving. You’re curled up on your side, and a metal mixing bowl sits on the table next to his bed, the small stack of books that is normally stacked there spilled haphazardly, one face down on the floor. 
There’s a glass of water next to the bowl, and Azriel doesn’t like that it sits so close to his books, despite it being only half full.
His bag falls from his shoulder and he slings it over the back of his desk chair, all while keeping his eyes pinned to your sleeping form. His dark sheets rise and fall shallowly with each breath you take, your lips parted slightly, unbothered by the intrusion and the loud music shaking the walls.
You must be used to it by now.
This is weird. This is so fucking weird that Azriel doesn’t even know what to do with himself but his feet move him closer to the bed against his better judgement. No, this is fucking beyond creepy now, with him looming over you like this, watching you sleep.
His fingers itch and he rips the gloves off of his hands, tossing the latex into the trash by his desk. His fingers flex, and Azriel gulps down a fresh breath of air now that his sweating hands can breathe. 
Doing so doesn’t stop that feeling, though. The one where he wants to feel that familiar pencil in his hand, charcoal coating his fingers. There’s a blooming in his mind, inspiration swiping the foulness of his interview away. He need to grab his sketchbook and flip it to a clean page and start drawing the curve of your—
No. He scolds himself, shaking his head furiously and backing away. He trips over your shoes, discarded in a pile on the floor, but he doesn’t eat shit. Maybe if he did it would help clear his mind from this. The way your presence has painted over his tainted night, when he should be more angry to see you occupying his space, but instead, he feels more intrigued.
Fuck. He shouldn’t be looking at the way his sheet is draped across your body. You’re still clothed, and Azriel is more than thankful for that. He shouldn’t be admiring your quiet, peaceful side, not when he’s so used to seeing that crease between your brows and frown tugging your lips whenever he’s around. He shouldn’t be brushing the strand of hair falling across your face behind your ear—
Azriel jerks his hand away from you. He hadn’t realized that he’d moved closer, had been leaning in like what? Like he was going to caress that smooth skin of yours? No, that’s not happening. Now or ever.
He bolts from his room, but not before making sure he locks it behind him. He feels frantic again, like his skin is stretched too tight over his bones. He needs to find Rhys because the music is making his head spin and he’s so, so close to spiraling right now.
Stumbling through the living room to the other side of the apartment, Azriel reaches Rhysand’s door. He hopes it’s unlocked, because being alone right now sounds even better than having to be around anyone right now. 
It’s fucking locked.
Azriel pounds on the door. There’s an urgency to it that Rhysand must hear, because he’s cracking the door open a bit and Azriel is met with his glowing violet eyes and naked chest. 
“What’s up Az? I’m a little…busy at the moment.”
He doesn’t need to peek over his shoulder to know that Feyre’s waiting for him in his bed right now.
“I, ah—nothing man. It’s nothing,” he mumbles, turning away from the door. None of his questions are being answered. If everyone's over here, why is no one at your apartment? Why aren’t you in your own bed? “What the fuck,” he grumbles, scanning the crowd of gyrating bodies in the middle of his living room.
He spots Cassian somewhere near the middle, a group of girls rubbing their bodies up against his. They’re so close together they look like a pack of sardines, and Cassian is their king. He’s laughing, making suggestive eyes at at least three of them.
Sometimes, Azriel wishes he was that carefree. 
With nothing else to do, he makes his way to the kitchen. 
He needs a fucking drink.
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briefalpacashark · 1 month
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~Darkest fear~
The boys of 141 find out your darkest fear.
Warning: Swearing and mentions of needles.
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How well did you fit in with the boys of 141. Too well. From day one you and Soap instantly connected. Price called you Soap 2.0. Why? Because your sarcasm and wit had you and Soap bantering for hours on end. Everything you two would say would just feed and complement the others. And God help whoever you were making fun of that day. One time Gaz had to endure two hours of back and forth. You had worked with Price before, and you were already close. Gaz you become quick friends with. And Ghost, well although slightly intimidated by the giant you came to respect one another, and the specialist abilities you both held. 
After all, you were respectful and kind. You always wore a smile and they would never admit it but to them you were like a little ball of sunshine. Or like a cute little puppy.
One day, about two days before your next mission you walked into base. Into the shared common area. To your surprise you found Gaz, Soap, and Ghost all standing around the far side of the table.
“What's going on?” you asked. Hearing the door shut behind you. You glanced back to see Price locking it and then placing his body in between you and the exit.
“You alright captain?” you asked hesitantly seeing his nervous look. 
“Damn cap, you look like you're trying to shit a brick,” Soap commented with a bemused chuckle. He wore a smirk that showed he was far too happy to be there.
“She can't be that bad,” Gaz shrugged, gesturing to you.
“What am I bad at?” You asked with a confused chuckle.
“Alright love. Now I want you to be calm,” Price raised his hands like he was talking to an injured animal. Love, it was a nickname all the british lads used. 
“Calm, what you on abou-” Your words trailed off as you spotted the syringe in his hand. It was a shot. A vaccination of some kind. Instantly you scooted away from him moving around the table. Your blood ran cold as adrenaline filled your every being. You were scared of needles. Scared to the point where you would do anything to keep away from them.
“The fuck is that cap?” You asked lowly.
“Wait, you're really scared of needles?” Soap chuckled at your reactions as you hide yourself behind him.
“Love, come on now,” Price was really trying his best.
“Price, I told you. I fucken told you. You drug the fuck out of me and then that's when you give me the fucking shot,” You had a plan, one Price knew about and had done before for quite a few of your shots. You would take a sedative and that's when they would stick you. Was it ethical, no in the slightest. but it was the only way of giving you a shot without anyone getting hurt.
“I know, but this one needs to be taken when you're conscious. Something bout side effects or what not,” he explained calmly.
“I told you how I get cap,” you mumbled, pointing an accusing finger at him as you shifted from side to side.
“I know, that's why I got the lads here,” he said, nodding to them. You looked at the three that surrounded you with betrayal.
“You're in on this?” You asked. “Come on lass, it's just a little needle,” Soap smirked loving the ammo he was receiving to tease you later with. "I thought you Australians were supposed to have nerves of steel?" he joked.
“I don't think you guys understand the severity of this. I turn feral ok. I once almost bit a doctor's finger off, ok,” You admitted honestly.
“Almost?” Ghost asked.
“It doesn't matter. Cap you can't do this alright. Let's just do it tomorrow yeah?” You said as you went to slip out of the little corral they had you in only for Gaz to hold up his hand to stop you.
“Grab her,” Price gave the order. 
“Eat a dick Price!” You snapped. Gaz was the first to reach for you. With a cocky and bemused smirk, he went to grab you. A cocky smirk that was slammed against the table. Everyone's eyes went wide at the movement. You had ducked under his hand taking ahold of it and grabbed his neck slamming his face onto the table. It was a reaction; one you had no control over. 
“Oh my god, I'm sorry,” You rushed out the words shocked at your own actions. Soap was the next one to reach for you, well more like tackle. You crouched sliding to your left through Ghost's legs.
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A few other soldiers on the base stared in confusion at the barrack building. What sounded like a bar fight was happening inside. The sounds of breaking furniture and shattering plates filled the air. 
There was a shocking amount of swearing and a few choice sentences before you slammed through the window. Shattering it upon impact and landing from the three story building in a tuck and roll.
And then you legged it. Like the devil himself was on your heels. There was another commotion before the three men stumbled out of the room, Pierce with a busted nose, Gaz holding his head, Ghost dusting the remnants of a broken glass of his shoulder and Soap still laying on the floor inside curled up in the fetal position. His hands clutching his family jewels. 
“How the fucks did she do that?” Price muttered in confusion as they watched your disappearing figure.
The boys in all their wisdom beside to treat giving you the shot like a mission. On the thoroughly planned and scoped out before enacting. Little did they know it would be one of their hardest missions yet. They tried to administer the shot 29 times. Every time they would come up with a different plan. They had tried everything, bribery, outsmarting you, trapping you. None of it worked, you always managed to get away.
“Macgyver!” You bloody froze as you heard your call sign. At that very moment you sat perched up in the very high corner of an aircraft hangar. Had you scaled the walls to get there, yes, was it your greatest idea, no. But you weren't thinking logically. You knew it was stupid how frightened you got but you just weren't able to control it.
“We know you're here,” they called again. You peeked around the large beam spotting only Ghost in the entrance. Instantly you looked for the others. Were they trying to trap you again? 
“Come on Sargent,” He was your Lieutenant. You should have listened to him. But you kept your mouth shut happily perched in your little hidey hole. 
“It's fine. Just so you know Gaz it hurt. Idiot sprained his ankle running afta ya,” He informed. Instantly you felt guilty, and a little worried for your teammate. You wanted to get down and help, but you also knew the possibility of it being a trap. Ghost waited a few moments before cursing under his breath. He began to search the hanger. Under every trap inside every plane. Around every corner. He looked like he was about to give up. Then out of sheer luck for him, and anything but luck for you he looked up. Instantly the two of you made eye contact. He stared for a moment truly grasping the situation, trying to forget about how exactly you got up there. 
“The fuck you doing up there?” his gruff voice asked as he folded his arms over his chest.
“Thought it looked like a comfortable place to sit,” you shrugged nonchalantly. Ghost took in the awkward sit/balanced crouch you had going on.
“Oh yeah, it looks real comfortable,” he said.
“Well I am,” you stated.
“Right, well come on now, fun's over,” he nodded for you to come down.
“Respectfully sir. Suck a dick” Ghost propped an eyebrow at the insult. With your apologetic expression he knew you didn't mean it, but he had to admit. It was refreshing to see someone who was willing to insult him. “Fine, well it's either you get down yourself or I come get you,” he gave you the ultimatum.
“You're right, Let my just give up now and come down. Just like you said,'' You pretended to get ready to descale the walls.
“Thankyou,” Ghost was actually genuinely thankful. He thought by some miracle you were actually going to listen to him. 
“Yeah you know just let me,” Quickly snapping back to your original position you flipped him off. He stared for a few bewildered moments.
“That's just childish,” he said.
“You're a child,” you snapped back.
“Right,” Ghost huffed, walking up to the beams. You watched him as he struggled to scale the walls. After all he was a big man, he was carrying a lot of weight. As he finally reached the beam you were on he turned to look at you. Only you weren't there. He frowned looking down to see you sliding down a beam and hitting the ground. 
“Fuck,” he quickly did the same. Hearing the thunderous footsteps of Ghost feet would be encouragement enough for anyone to run for their lives. To you it was a reminder that you not only insulted your lieutenant but you flipped him off and called him a child. You had just made it outside of the hanger. 
Now you were fast, the fastest on the team when it came to running. You could have outrun him. Only when you stepped out into the open did you feel a sharp pain hit your left ass cheek. 
“Fucking Ass!” you came to a small hopping stop as you looked for the culprit. A little red feathered dart had been plugged into the soft tissue of your ass. 
“Did you just shoot a dart at my ass!” Your bewildered and angry yell was directed to the general direction of where it had come from. Price sat on the roof of a nearby building, dart gun in hand, Gaz by his side with a pair of binoculars.
“Direct hit,” GAz announced.
“She's pissed,” Soap commented as they watched your little tantrum. 
Later that night you stood outside on your little makeshift patio area. You hand rubbing the still stinging spot on your ass with a permanent frown. Hearing the door open you snapped your head around to glare. Ghost silently walked out and stood beside you.
“Using Gaz was a low blow,” you grumbled. Ghost silently looked over you, your cute little frown. It reminded him of a toddler that wasn't allowed to have chocolate. 
“Then what do you call kicking Johnny in the balls?” he asked.
“Tactical,” you grumbled. You were surprised to hear the softest huff of a chuckle come from Ghost. It was times like these you wish you could see his expression. But you were sure you saw the side of his mask where the edge of a smile would be, tilt upwards. The idea of Ghost smiling had you chuckling.
“What's so funny?” he asked.
“All this, I'm a medic you think I'd be comfortable with needles,” you chuckled.
“That ain’t funny. Soap getting kicked in the balls. That's funny. Fucker deserved it,” Ghost said. You chuckled again. Ghost glanced over at you, he liked your laugh. It was always a true honest one.
“Well I guess I should apologize about the disrespect I've shown today,” With a deep sigh you stood at attention. “I apologize for the disrespect I showed and not listening to orders,” You said with an embarrassed smile.
“So what will be the punishment, Lieutenant?” You asked. This was the first time you had done anything wrong with the boys. While they seemed ok with it, you were used to the military hierarchy. You had insulted a higher ranking officer once. It didn't go so well. You expected Ghost to be no different.
“Not gonna punish you,” he shrugged. You let out a relieved sigh closing your eyes. “But,” when you opened them again, Ghost was standing directly in front of you. On instinct you stepped back, hitting the pole you had been leaning on. Ghost closed the distance. You swallowed as he stepped close enough for you to feel his body heat, your neck craned back to make eye contact with him. 
“Don't ever call me a child again,” he stated his voice dropping into a serious tone. You quickly nodded with an awkward chuckle. It was meant to be intimidating, Ghost had used his size to intimidate before. While you were intimidated there was one thing that kept your attention. You could have sworn you could see a smirk under that mask. 
“Um, yeah sure,” You muttered. Leaning down he hovered his head by your ear, his hot breath faint through the mask but you could still feel it. You felt your heart jump. skip a beat and then rattle the back of your throat. Why was he so close?
“I promise you love I'm no kid,” he whispered. You were barely able to frown at his comment when something pricked your thigh. 
“The fuck was that?” you asked at the small amount of pain giving Ghost’s chest a soft shove. He stepped back holding his hand up that held an empty syringe.
“You bastard,” you whispered. Now you were sure he was smirking. You could see it in his eyes.
“Price thought it best not to tell you about the second shot,” he shrugged nonchalantly. Wow, so he basically just gave you a mini heart attack just to give you a shot.
“Next time I need to take blood from you I'm gonna miss your veins so many times,” you threatened half heartedly.
“Good thing I'm not scared of needles,” he said, his eyes shining smugly.
“You..” You glared at the tease. He simply turned towards the door. 
“Fuckers,” you grumbled as you watched him walk back into the barracks.
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thesmpisonfire · 1 month
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Hey lads!
So, it's amazing waking up and seeing so many supportive posts towards the Brazilians of the community and also towards Cellbit. It rlly makes me feel safe here and reassures I choose the right community to be active on (qsmpblr <3)
But I need y'all to know that the reason the xenophobia against brazilian fans and cellbits doc are connected is bc a bunch of brazilians managed to gather screenshots of people (both from the english and the hispanic side of the community) being xenophobic and racist towards us and we made a big thread with them to showcase we were not crazy and overreacting. And so, the same people that were xenophobic decided to bring up AGAIN the whole deal with Cellbit's ex as a smoke bomb and to diverge attention from their shit and to "justify" it, bringing up brazilians from other spheres outside qsmptwt that hate on Cellbit for the fun and made it bigger than it should
And bc of that, she saw it and made that terrible fake accusation, leading to the document
Also. Please don't feel pressured and forced to make a post showing your support to both Cellbit and the brazilians. If you want to, okay! Thanks for doing it! But if you don't, it's okay. It's a tough topic. And most of us are here because we don't want the twitter stress and some don't even have twitter to know. Not everyone campers the tag to be always up with the news
I'd just say that if you wanna show your support but feel too shy to make a post or anxious and now is feeling worse, send a dm or an anon ask to a fellow brazilian blogger. I can guarantee, it's enough and we feel really good with it too
And also. People. Don't fucking go around shaming others for not speaking up about the whole mess. Don't go "your silence speaks volumes" ESPECIALLY since you didn't scroll far enough to see we weren't silent. Yesterday we talked about it, we spread Cellbit's doc link, we made posts about the xenophobia. But the qsmpblr community don't want to stir and simmer in the drama so long. We want peace and feel comfortable here. I can assure you, private communities from bloggers on discord keep talking about it, but most of us want to go back to normal posting so people go back to feel safe and not triggered about such a heavy topic
Don't. Fucking. Shame. People. For. Not. Posting. About. It.
This is not twitter. When someone is a dick, you WILL know, and it wont be bc they didn't talk about smth that twitter made into a bigger drama than it should be
Anyway, stay safe y'all. Thanks for the supportive messages towards the brazilians <3
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hopefulromantic1 · 3 months
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The Sweetest Taboo part 2 - Trent Alexander-Arnold
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Pairing: Trent x Bellingham Sister
Summary:
The day he met you he was instantly enamoured. He’d never felt instant attraction the way he did with you. That feeling only grew with everything he learnt from a far - everything was perfect about you except that you were his best mate’s sister. He didn't know how to achieve it but he knew being with you would be all he needed.
Warnings: This story will contain fluff, smut, maybe angst
Word Count: 9.4K
Masterlist | Part One | Part Two | Part Three
The following morning, you woke up to your brothers dropping themselves onto your bed. 
“Wake up, wake up!” Jude pushed your side to wake you as Jobe chuckled. They didn’t have a gentle bone in their bodies when it came to pestering you. 
“Leave me alone,” you groaned, moving away from Jude’s prodding.
“It’s late, you’ve got to get ready,” Jobe chimed in. You rolled your eyes and turned your face into your pillow, frowning heavily from being awoken. 
“For what?” you asked them, your words muffled in the pillow. 
“We’re going to the amusement park, you’re coming with us,” Jude informed you. You turned to look at them with an unamused expression at that news. 
“Do I have to?” you complained. 
“Yes, we’re not leaving you home,” Jobe added. You huffed at the insistence and sat up, leaning on your elbows, still only half awake. 
“You boys are too attached to me, do you know that?” you scoffed and swung your legs off the bed to get up. They agreed to that, not at all ashamed. 
“Can’t we want to spend some time with our sister?” Jude asked, lying back on your bed making himself comfortable. You rolled your eyes still grumpy from being woken up. 
“You didn’t even want me to come on this trip,” you reminded Jude, stretching your arms as you got out of bed. 
“That’s not true - I just wanted mum to let us come,” Jude tried to play it off when you knew he was only cool with it because you were letting him talk to his little consorts and hang with his boys in peace. 
“Let the record show, I was fine with you coming,” Jobe chimed in, getting off the bed and coming to stand near you.
“Yes I know, that’s why Jobe is my favourite,” you said about him and gave him a side hug, while he triumphantly smiled.  He was like your baby. Jude and you sparred a bit more growing up but Jobe was always on your side. Jude rolled his eyes at you two pairing up against him. 
“I’m going to tell mum you guys are bullying me,” Jude dramatically complained, making you laugh. He was such a mama’s boy and your mum vindicated it because she always defended him. 
“Yeah yeah, go cry wolf,” you waved him off and he playfully rolled his eyes. “What time are we going?” you asked them and they told you they were supposed to leave the house in an hour. You shewed them away on being given a time constraint because an hour was hardly enough time to properly get ready for a full day out. Once they left you rushed to get showered and ready - sprinting out of your room whilst applying your lipgloss because you were late by time you were done. 
“Finally!” Jude threw up his hands when you came out and got up to move toward the door - the rest of the lads following him. Trent however, hung back until you reached him. 
“You look nice,” he whispered to you, making you smile at him. 
“Thank you,” you thanked him and threw your lipgloss into your bag. He walked beside you to the car and held the door open for you to enter before him. Jobe definitely noticed Trent helping you into the car and chose to sit next to you another day in a row now but he didn’t say anything. He however, did keep a close eye on Trent sitting next to you. 
“Do you like amusement parks?” you asked him, making your half exposed thigh touch his. 
“I’m not sure about roller coasters but I do like games,” he answered, biting his lip and bringing your attention to his mouth, “I’m pretty good at darts,” he smirked with confidence. 
“Darts? I’m not very good - maybe you can show me,” you sweetened your voice and put your manicured hand on his thigh. He glanced down to your hand and looked back up to your face. 
“Definitely, I can do that,” he agreed and you gave his thigh a slight squeeze - feeling the firm muscle beneath your hand. You felt a bit bad about flirting with the boy with your brothers in the car but you just couldn’t let the opportunity slip you. Trent was a cute boy, a cute boy who obviously fancied you - what was a girl to do? 
When you got to the park the boys were boys - they got competitive about little games, made loud jokes and pushed each other around. You held back for the most part, just taking in the environment and enjoying the weather. You stopped to get a drink but before you could order you felt a body come to stand beside you. 
“Hey,” Trent said, coming beside you. 
“Hi,” you looked at him, automatically smiling in his presence. 
“I’ve seen there are darts over there,” he nodded his head in the direction and your smile widened at his implication, “ready for the lesson?” he asked you with a charming smile. 
“Yeah, I just want to get this first, do you want anything?” you asked him instinctively. 
“No,” he shrugged and let you order but before you could pay he held the money out to the cashier. You looked across at him at the gesture but he didn’t blink. He just collected the drink, handed it to you and gestured for you to go in the direction of the darts. When you got to the darts booth, he paid and started to explain to you the technique like he was a professional. You couldn’t help but giggle at the demonstration. 
“What?” he asked, hearing you giggle. 
“I just didn’t know there was so much to darts,” you smiled and brought the drink to your lips. 
“Well if you want to be good, yeah,” he shrugged with seriousness but still had a sweet smile on his face. 
“Alright, well whatever you say I’ll do boss,” you winked at him and put the drink down. Trent couldn’t help but feel a spark through his body at your tone and wink but he tried to hold it together and act cool. 
You picked up the dart, positioning yourself just as Trent said and tried but you barely got the dart on the board. You heard him chuckle beside you and you sharply turned to him with a frown on your face. 
“Try again,” he encouraged you, picking up a dart and handing it to you. You took it, grumbling to yourself but got ready to toss this one too. Before you could you felt Trent’s hand on your hand and the other on your waist. You breath hitched in your chest at the realisation he was standing behind you, close enough you could feel his deep raspberry scent wrapping around you. 
“Like this,” he huskily whispered into your ear, moving your wrist gently, demonstrating how to toss the dart. You bit your lip at the sound of his voice against your ear, completely forgetting about the dart. He squeezes your hip gently with his other hand and you subtly pushed back to press your butt into him in response. He lowly hummed at that and slid his hand down from your waist to your bare thigh beyond the edge of your short skirt. 
“Like this right?” you practised, still pressed against him. He lost focus on the dart but agreed to your question. You smiled and tossed it - actually hitting a reasonable target this time. You spun around in his arms as the dart hit the board with a beaming smile on your face. “I did it!” you cheered. Trent looked you over, his eyes barely having space to look given your dangerously close proximity before meeting your eyes with widened pupils. “Did I do good?” you asked him with a slight smirk on your lips. He looked over your face, sensing a layer to your question. He nodded and lowered his voice before speaking. 
“You did so good,”  he praised you, not even having seen where the dart landed. He may not have seen the dart, but he didn’t miss the way your eyes sparkled at the praise. You smiled at his words and turned away from him to pick up the 3rd dart. Trent cleared his throat, trying to maintain some level of decorum and not pull you against him right there and then and ask if he could kiss you. He wanted you but out in the open was not really the safest place to flirt so openly with you so he took a step back before he pushed his luck too far. 
“Where’s y/n?” Jobe asked, looking around for you finally having noticed it’d been a while since he saw you. 
“Not sure,” Jude shrugged, looking around for you. His eyes landed on you laughing with Trent at the dart booth and his face instantly scrunched in discontent. Jobe’s eyes followed Jude’s and his expression quickly matched that of his older brother’s. 
“I don’t like this,” Jobe voiced on seeing you slap Trent’s chest with an obvious giggle despite them not being able to hear you. 
“Me neither,” Jude grumbled in agreement, “He told me he wasn’t checking for her like that but what is he doing over there?” Jude turned to Jobe. 
“This isn’t the first, at dinner I saw him flirting with her,” Jobe added to Jude’s observation. Jude glanced back to the two of you and then to his brother. 
“We have to do something,” Jude said to Jobe and Jobe quickly agreed. Jude suggested going over to the two of you but Jobe reminded him you would be upset if they made a scene and they mutually decided it would be to approach you in private, so they bit their tongues for the moment. 
The rest of the day you spent with the group, trying to not be too close to Trent when all together but you couldn’t help but steal looks at him. He looked so good that it had you questioning how you never really saw it before. You were cursing yourself for not making a move sooner. Now you’d left it when he and your brother were so close they were coming on the same holiday. Now it was definitely a sticky situation. If only you knew. 
The car ride home Jobe pushed to sit next to you, forcing Trent to sit elsewhere. You definitely felt some disappointment but you tried not to show it as your baby brother was right there. Jobe was chatty during the ride and you easily spoke with them  but then a topic your were expecting from him came up. 
“So how’s that guy you were seeing y/n? The finance one?” Jobe asked rather loudly. Your face fell because Jobe was suddenly speaking loud enough for Trent to hear. 
“I’m not seeing him,” you immediately shot down his play. 
“Are you sure, I thought it was pretty serious, weren’t you thinking about bringing him home?” Jobe continued to push and you almost cursed him out loud. You told him about that guy because he asked where you were going all dressed up so often. You weren’t ready to tell your parents so you asked Jobe to keep it quiet. At the time, you trusted him but now you regretted telling him. 
“No, like I said I’m not seeing him,” you reiterated. 
“Shame, Dad would’ve liked a guy like that,” Jobe continued with his agenda. 
“Dad doesn't care about that,” you challenged him. 
“He told me he’d like you with a corporate guy like that,” Jobe surely lied. Your dad was not strict - once the guy treated you nice he was happy. You looked at Jobe with a sharp look, silently threatening him if he continued and he finally decided to zip his mouth. He wanted to deter Trent but his bravery could only go so far. The damage was already done though, Trent definitely heard. 
You were a bit annoyed when you got back to the villa so you went straight to your room to get unready and be alone for a bit. However, your alone time was interrupted before you even made it to your bed after washing off your makeup by what was obviously your brother’s knocking on the door. 
“Come in,” you called despite not really wanting them to come in. The two of them charged into your room - Jude going to sit on your bed and Jobe standing with his hands on his hips. “What is it?” you asked, already exhausted from whatever they were about to bring up. You moved past Jobe, totally nonchalant,  to sit at the top of your bed. 
“We need to talk,” Jobe announced and you rolled your eyes - you could tell where this was going. 
“We saw you and Trent today,” Jude started, and you were a bit surprised he was getting involved. Jobe, you could understand - Jobe never liked any boyfriend you had. Even when you were a teenager and had a little date to movies he didn’t like it. Jude however, usually didn’t care. 
“He was there, I was there,” you shrugged, playing it off. 
“Jobe told me he was flirting with you at dinner and I saw you and him looking a bit cosy at the park,” Jude added in his input. You looked to Jobe with narrowed eyes, annoyed he roped Jude into this agenda. 
“I told Jobe already, it’s nothing,” you flatly told him.
“Is it? Because you have been talking,” Jude questioned. 
“It’s nothing, he’s around my age, he’s on this trip -we’re just had a couple conversations - it's nothing,” you stayed steadfast on your story. It wasn’t really nothing if you were honest. The way he touched your hip today wasn’t nothing, the way you put his hand on your ass last night wasn’t nothing but the story you were going to stick to infront of your brothers was it’s nothing. “Like damn, do you lot want me to talk to the wall on this trip?” you asked them and it immediately made them feel a little guilty. They knew you were forced to come in order for them to have the freedom to come so they felt bad about the idea you didn’t have your own friends around. 
“When you put it that way…,” Jude said with a lowered voice, feeling particularly bad because he most desperately wanted to come on this trip. 
“He’s just someone to talk to,” you lied, “It’s nothing,” you reiterated your lie. 
“Alright fine, I get it,” Jude conceded first, washed with guilt. 
“What!?” Jobe asked in outrage at Jude giving up on the interrogation they’d planned all day.
“It’s fine, they are just friends,” Jude turned to a flabbergasted Jobe, “just no funny business okay,” Jude turned back to you and you nodded. “Jobe let’s go,” Jude got off the bed and gestured for Jobe to follow. Jobe was less than pleased but he huffed and followed Jude to the door. 
“Sorry,” Jude apologised at the door before pulling Jobe out and leaving you alone. 
“Bro, what happened to we are going to stop this?” Jobe asked him when they left your room. 
“We wouldn’t even be on this trip if y/n wasn’t here so we need to leave it alone,” Jude warned  his younger brother. 
“Leave it alone? Trent is trying to get with our sister!?” Jobe questioned the sanity of his brother. 
“Y/n is not going to be interested in my friend Jobe, like she said they probably only talk cause she has no one else here,” Jude explained, truly thinking you wouldn’t be seriously interested. Jobe however was not quite convinced. 
“I don’t know about that,” Jobe grumbled. 
“You know her, do you think she’s really going to want a guy we hang out with ? She probably thinks we’re all kids,” Jude explained his justification. In his head you were way too mature to want to date someone in his circle. He was sure you would just see them all as babies regardless of age. Jobe looked at him, considering that point for a moment. He was almost swayed but his gut told him there was something off about the way you behaved around Trent compared to anyone else on the trip. 
“Whatever, if you say so - but I’m still keeping an eye on it,” Jobe only half conceded. Jude took that, not bothering to fight it down any further and they went about their night. 
Once you were sure the coast was clear and your brothers had gotten off your case you called your friend Halle for some girl advice. At first you just told her about LA and how the trip was going but eventually you eased into the real topic plaguing your mind. 
“So…I might have a boy problem,” you brought up, which immediately caught Halle’s attention. 
“A boy? An American boy? Where did you meet a boy?” She immediately started to question. 
“No not an American boy…a scouser actually,” you clarified but it only confused Halle. 
“Where’d you find a scouser in Los Angeles?” she asked, utterly confused. 
“A few rooms down,” you hesitantly told her and her face fell. 
“Excuse me? Don’t tell me you’re crushing on a teenage boy!?” she immediately judged and questioned. 
“No no! He’s not that young! He’s age appropriate but yeah he is Jude’s friend,” you winced a bit saying it out loud. 
“Your little brother’s friend? You sure about that?” Halle asked you, questioning your sanity. 
“No… but he is very good looking. His name is Trent, let me send you his insta,” you told her and immediately sent the page to plead your case. Fortunately for you, Trent had recently posted photos from the summer looking rather fine. 
“Oh…okay I see what you’re saying,” she changed her tune, “He looks good…like actually very good,” she conceded. 
“Too good if you ask me, and he’s obviously interested in me like I’d be blind not to notice and at first I was like meh but now I’m starting to feel a little something for him,” you admitted to Halle. 
“What do Jude and Jobe think?” she asked about the obvious issue between you and Trent. 
“Jobe is fuming at the thought and Jude… for now he doesn’t think I’d be interested in his friend,” you explained to Halle which made her laugh.
“Well he’s in for a shock” she continued to laugh while you sighed. The situation was very delicate and you were stuck between not wanting to upset your brothers but really wanting to explore what Trent could offer. “Imagine when he finds out you’re lipsing his bestie,” Halle commented as she scrolled to a photo of Trent and Jude on Trent’s instagram, “He does have really nice lips,” she added while zooming in on a photo on Trent’s instagram. You hummed and nodded at the note because your mind drifted to how pretty his lips looked earlier at the amusement park before shaking your head and snapping out of your day dream. 
“He won’t find out. It’s not even anything yet to find out about,” you told Halle, falsely confident that was true. 
“So what’s the plan then? You want him or are you leaving it alone?” Halle asked you to know how to proceed. 
“I don’t know yet, all I know is he’s hot, he’s got big hands and I like the way he looks at me,” you gave her the simple truth which made her laugh. 
“It’s giving lust and not love,” Halle laughed. 
“So what,” you shrugged. 
“Maybe you need to bust a nut and see if you really still think this is worth pursuing after the horiness clears,” she joked but was still serious about her point because she could see how this would be a dangerous dance to jump into. 
“Truth is…I already did and I thought about him while doing it so I don’t think I’m going to escape,” you admitted with a sigh, which Halle met with a laugh once more at your predicament. 
“Damn, proper fanny flutters! Well sis - sounds like you got yourself a new beau - what’s the game plan to get him?” she changed her tune and got on your side. 
“I have no game plan, how can I when I’m right under my brother’s nose,” you frowned. 
“Well you said he’s just down the hall, maybe pay him a secret visit,” she wildly suggested. 
“With my brothers around!? If Jude finds out he’ll pop a blood vessel,” you instantly refuted the idea, “Plus that’d be wild, what would I even say?” you asked her, half considering it despite the obvious risk. 
“Play damsel in distress, say you need his help,” she gave one of her go to flirt tactics making you laugh. 
“Me? A damsel in distress?” you chuckled because you were the furthest from that. You were always the girl people came to for help. 
“You can pretend,” she suggested and you groaned at the idea. 
“I don’t need a man to save me Halle,” you said and she mocked you before you could finish. 
“We know, we know but maybe what you need is a man to take some load off your shoulders,” she got deeper than you were considering about Trent. You thought about what she said for a moment before shaking off the thought. 
“Right now I just think he’s cute, nothing more,” you shrugged it off, “like you said it’s just lust,” you minimised the situation. She nodded, agreeing it was probably just lust and moved on to talk about other things. 
Later that evening Jude came to ask if you wanted to come to the club for some party with other ballers they were going to and you actually agreed. You still thought you didn’t want to go to the club with your little brothers but now you had the motivation of Trent being there. Jude was a bit surprised you agreed to come but you played it off by saying you were getting a bit bored in the house. You lied because you hardly got bored in your own company. What you were was interested in spending time with and around the pretty scourser a few doors down. 
You got ready for the night in a dress you wouldn’t wear if you were just keeping your brothers company. It was much sexier than anything you’d go anywhere with them in but you had an agenda in mind. You took your time getting ready: giving yourself time to go slow with your makeup and hair so it’d look perfect before lathering yourself with moisturiser and topping it with your perfume. A scent you nearly didn’t bring to the trip because it was more of a man magnet scent, the type that always got you compliments on a night out. You didn’t think you’d require it on this trip but now you were glad you had it. You sat on the bed, struggling to buckle your heels between your nails and moisturised hands. You sighed and leaned back on your bed with a huff, deciding to give up before breaking a sweat and ruining your makeup. You got off the bed, took up the heels in your hands and made your way to Jude’s room to ask him to buckle it for you. 
You knocked once but he didn’t answer so you just walked in like he always did to you. “Jude, can you help me with this please,” you spoke before spotting him. ‘Oh,” your mouth fell into a small o at the sight of a shirtless Trent sitting in a chair. “I didn’t expect to see you here,” you told him as he looked you over. 
“I came to borrow a shirt,” he told you, his eyes meeting your own. 
“Oh…where is he?” you looked around the room. 
“Bathroom,” Trent said, gesturing his head to the bathroom door, “You needed something?” he asked, recalling you were asking Jude for help, “Anything I can help with?” he offered without knowing what it was. 
“Umm, yeah - I needed some help to buckle my heels,” you said to him, taking steps over to him. 
“I can do that,” he held out his hand for your shoe. You came over to him, first slipping the shoe onto your foot before standing in front of him, facing him and lifting your foot to his lap on the chair. He first put both of your hands  on either of his shoulders before buckling your shoe for you. He quietly buckled the first, tapping your leg when he was done and gesturing for you to put the other up. When he was done with the second he looked up at you with your leg still on the seat of the chair and his hand on the back of your leg. 
“All good?” he asked, gently and subtly stroking his hand along the back of your leg, below your calf. You looked down at him, looking up at you with those smouldering brown eyes and felt somewhere much higher than where he was touching twitch. You immediately moved your leg to stand on your two feet and took a step back. 
“Yes, thank you,” you thanked him, starting to feel more flustered than you expected. 
“You’re welcome,” he stood up from the chair, making his half naked, chiselled body more obvious and making the twitch in your core stronger. 
“T-thanks,” you shamefully stuttered, repeating yourself and making your way to the door. “I’ll go, see you later,” you said while putting your hand on the door handle. 
“Sure, I’ll see you,” he said as you opened the door, “You look incredible by the way,” drawing your attention back to him as he putting both hands into his pockets - inadvertently shoving them lower down his hips and giving you a clearly view of his lower belly enhanced with a deep V and a happy trail that was definitely going to be in your dreams tonight. 
“Thanks, umm…yeah thanks,” you fumbled and decided to just walk about before ruining your collected demeanour even further. You all but jogged back to your room in your freshly buckled heels to cool down the heat that was being felt inside and outside of your body after your little moment with Trent. 
“Shit,” you muttered to yourself once back in your room. You looked yourself over in the mirror noticing your blown pupils and raised pores along your exposed arms and groaned. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. He liked you. You had the upper hand but somehow now you found yourself set ablaze by his simple touch. You took a deep breath, shook your shelf out of the chill and gave yourself a little pep talk about how sexy you were before grabbing your purse and stepping out of your room. Unfortunately the moment you stepped out of your room, Trent also stepped into the corridor now with his shirt one - a soft cream that enhanced the glow of his tanned brown skin. He looked at you and he seemed like he was going to speak but you panicked a bit and walked away toward the living room to wait. He watched you walk away, admiring the tight grip the fabric of your short dress had on your ass. The deep neckline and short hem simultaneously didn’t leave much to the imagination whilst making his imagination run wild about having you in his bed without the dress.
When you got to the living room Jobe and some of the other boys were there. You greeted them politely and ignored the silent ogling from some of Jobe’s way, way too young for you friends. 
“Alright I’m ready!” Jude announced, stepping into the room with Trent beside him. 
“Finally,” Jobe responded, standing up himself. Jude looked you over once he noticed you in the room and raised his eyebrows in disapproval of your attire. 
“I’ve got a jacket in my room you can borrow, seeing as you left half of your dress home,” he commented which made you roll your eyes. 
“Jude,” you started to protest but he interrupted you. 
“We’ve still got time you could change,” he fatherly and firmly suggested, gesturing his hand to the direction of your room. You looked to Jobe in outrage but he  kept quiet not wanting to go against either of his older siblings. 
“Jude, you’re being ridiculous- it’s just a dress I’m sure tons of girls in the club are dressed the same,” you tried to remain patient in the crowd. If you were home with him you would’ve told him to fuck off by now. 
“Not you, it’s too skimpy,” he remained firm, not liking the idea of his sister being the object of looks and thoughts he knew such attire would bring in a party full of rich men and footballers on holiday. You tightened your jaw at the comment, wanting to put him in his place but not wanting to cause a scene. 
“I think she looks great,” Trent boldly spoke and stepped to the side of you in your defence. Jude and Jobe instantly and simultaneously shot sharp matching looks at Trent. “It’s a pretty dress, if you want to wear it you should,” Trent spoke to you and further stunned your brothers with his boldness. 
“Umm, thanks,” you thanked him but he turned his attention to the boys before you fully got the word out. 
“The car is here and we’re late, it’s time to go,” he demanded the attention of the room with his calm announcement and instruction. It was subtle but the change in his tone to that of an assertive nature forced Jude to shut up and Jobe to remain quiet. The two were visibly disgruntled but they followed Trent’s instructions along with the rest of the boys to leave the house. 
“Thanks,” you quietly said to him as he helped you into the car. 
“You’re welcome,” he automatically responded while taking a seat next to you. 
“I mean for earlier,” you clarified, wondering if he thought you were only thanking him for helping you into the car. 
“It’s nothing, you do look really great,” he rested his hand on your thigh, even there it looked massive. Your eyes flickered from his hand to his face, finding him looking at you, “really beautiful,” he whispered directly to you, making the heat from early flash up your body. You were thankful you were sitting by the window and only he and you were in the seats because if anyone saw the way you were trying your hardest not to grin right now you wouldn’t live it down. 
The drive there he kept his hand firm in your thigh despite being pulled into conversations with the other boys. You didn’t mind - in fact you liked it. You liked the intermittent tightening grip of his long fingers on your thigh when he laughed with the boys or the way his hand drifted further in between your thighs when he sat back in the chair after turning to chat. You liked it but your pussy liked it more. By the time you were arriving at the club she was purring to the point you were embarrassed a simple touch had you so turned on. Halle was right, you needed to take another go at some alone  time in the sheets to get rid of this horny monster. You were better than this, you shouldn’t be folding so easily. You really shouldn’t but when he helped you out of the car and automatically put his hand on the small of your back to walk in the venue you wished he would fold you over.  
When you got in, you distanced yourself from Trent a bit. You talked with some people you knew through the football community and ended up doing some shots with a couple of the girlfriends you’d met at the world cup. 
“So have you seen anyone you like?” Tolami, Bukayo’s girlfriend asked you as you two were at the bar. 
“Getting involved with footballers is not what I should be doing,” you told her, “Sorry,” you apologised because she was obviously with a footballer, but she laughed unoffended. 
“It’s okay - I get you, they are hot though,” she said, to which you had to agree. 
“A bit too hot,” you remarked, your eyes falling on Trent who was animatedly chatting with some of his friends across the room. 
“You look like you have someone in mind,” Tolami smirked, following your eyes but not sure which of the group you were eyeing. 
“No,” you shook your head, tearing your eyes away from him and turning back to the bar, “Tequila please,” you asked to distract yourself from him and the questioning. 
“Oh come on, tell me who,” Tolami pressed but you pretended you didn’t tell, “Y/n, please - I can tell there is someone,” she pushed for a response and you groaned. 
“Okay but don’t tell,” you made her promise. 
“I swear I won’t,” she zipped her lips in a show of promise. You looked at her, back at the boy and sighed before looking back at her. 
“I might…maybe, just maybe have a little crush on Trent,” you said below your breath, hardly audible in the music filled club, but unfortunately loud enough for her to hear, evident by her gasp. 
“Trent!? That’s like Jude’s closest England friend,” Tolami exclaimed in shock. You groaned at her point and picked up the tequila shot the bartender just put out. 
“Don’t remind me,” you huffed and knocked back the shot. 
“That is dangerous sis, but he is fine I’ll give you that,” her truthful commentary made you sigh as the liquor slid down your throat. 
“Don’t I know it,” you grumbled, “and he’s been giving me vibes and now I’m thinking about him way too much,” you admitted to her - needing to get some feeling off your chest and feeling looser to do so with the tequila swarming in your blood. 
“He’s looking over here, he definitely wants you,” she mentioned, bringing her glass to her lips. You regretfully looked up and saw him looking at you like she said. He wasn’t close but you could feel the smoulder from across the room. You could feel him looking you over with desire and it only made your desire stronger. 
“I can not do this,” you looked away from him and to her. She laughed as you were obviously flustered. 
“I’ve never seen you like this,” she further laughed. 
“Because I never am!” you whined, “A week ago he was just Jude’s friend in my eyes and now!? Things have changed much too quickly,” you complained but her amused expression countered your exacerbated one. 
“I think you should just go for it, you clearly like him and I see what you mean - he is giving you vibes,” she encouraged you in the opposite direction from what you needed to hear. You needed to hear this was a terrible idea, that your brothers would kill you, that this could only go badly. You needed to hear that because you were failing to convince your own self but here your third person perspective was encouraging you in sin. You glanced back to Trent who was now pulled back into conversation then back to Tolami. 
“I need a drink,” you pushed down the thought of agreeing to her suggestion and turned back to the bartender. 
An hour later, you reached your limit on liquor and lowered the threshold hold on your inhibitions. You were genuinely enjoying yourself dancing with the girls to the overly loud music. At first you were silly dancing along to the beat and lyrics with the girls but soon enough your hips took control and you found yourself rolling your ass as the girls hyped you up. 
“Yes queen, show them what your mama gave you,” Tolami hyped you up, filming you smoothly rolling your hips to the beat as you got closer to the ground. You laughed when you got back up, singing along to the words with the girls. After a pumped session on the dancefloor, you took a much needed bathroom break with Tolami to refresh your makeup and ensure your dress was still both covering and showing off the right places.
“You talk to him yet?” Tolami asked you as she re-applied her lipstick. 
“Nope,” you popped the words out of your mouth. 
“Are you going to?” she looked at you with a raised eyebrow. 
“I’m scared of what I’ll say,” you admitted, which made her laugh. 
“Scared?” she laughed. 
“Yes! I’ve had so much tequila my teeth hurt - I might ask him to marry me,” you confessed - knowing yourself enough to know you had a loose tongue when drunk. 
“You won’t!” She assured without any evidence you wouldn’t, “He was watching that ass bounce baby, he wants you,” she spoke loudly in the quiet bathroom. 
“Was he?” you asked with peaked interest before internally scolding yourself, “I mean, I don’t care - I’m not talking to him,” you said to cool yourself and your kitty down. 
“He was, my advice - get him alone and make a move,” she encouraged you but you shook your head no, trying to also shake the idea of him from your mind. 
“Let’s just go back to the party,” you changed the topic and left with her. 
On the way out of the bathroom you noticed a private room with the door half open. Despite your hazy vision at this point you noticed the pole centred in the middle of the room and the soft couch opposite it and more importantly no security in sight. The room sparked an idea you couldn’t push down. You returned to the main section with everyone and sat on one of the couches with a couple girls for a bit, taking a breather. You looked around the room and saw your brothers equally trying their best to chat up some girls you were sure mum wouldn't approve of but you averted your eyes and gave them the chance to live their little life. You didn’t have time to tease them when you were equally distracted with a boy you probably shouldn’t get involved in. Your eyes fell to him not too far from you, he was in conversation with Jesse Lingard - sitting quietly in comparison to his loud counterpart, taking slow intermittent sips from his drink with his back pressed against the couch and his legs spread wide enough to spark your naughty imagination. 
“I’ll be right back,” was all you told Tolami as you stood up from the group and made your way over to him. You were not thinking you were just doing. 
“Hey,” you said to him, standing in front of him, interrupting his conversation. 
“Hey,” he smiled at you and sat up a bit. Jesse looked between you two because Trent completely turned his attention off from him and put it on you. 
“You free? I want to show you something,” you asked him, running on liquor layered adrenaline.
“Yeah, let’s go” he immediately agreed, standing up and gesturing for you to take the lead. You walked off and he followed closely behind, leaving his conversation without a word. You took him straight to the room you’d seen earlier. You put your hand on the ajar door and looked around, ensuring no one was around before pushing it open and stepping in. Trent followed you and you closed the door behind, locking it when you did. Trent looked around the room with stitched eyebrows and turned to look at you. 
“What are we doing in here?” he innocently asked. 
“I couldn’t really talk to you out there,” you explained and took a seat on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. 
“You want to talk?” he asked, smirking at your advance and taking a seat next to you. 
“Among other things,” you boldly suggested and turned your body to him, uncrossing your legs and draping the thigh of your inside leg over his thigh, letting your heeled foot dangle between his spread legs. He was surprised at your gesture, pausing looking at your leg over his before clearing his throat to clear his debauched mind. “Tell me something about yourself,” you instructed him, filling the room he left empty besides the soft sounds of the music coming from beyond the door. 
“Umm…well what do you want to know?” he struggled to think of something worth saying with the growing tension in his pants over your close proximity. 
“Something I don’t know,” you tilted your head at him. 
“Hmm…I really like chocolate fondant,” he said, making you laugh, “What?” he asked as you heartly laughed. 
“That’s your thing? Fondant?” you continued to giggle. 
“Yeah I can make it as well,” he smiled as you continued to giggle. 
“You’ll definitely have to make it for me then,” you smiled at him. 
“One day you can come to Liverpool and I will,” He put his hand on your thigh, feeling more confident in the space with you as you happily smiled with him. 
“I don’t know if a chocolate fondant is enough to get me to Liverpool,” you taunted him. 
“Oh? What else do you need?” he asked, leaning into you a bit and sliding his hand further up your outer thigh. 
My pussy ate was the immediately drunk thought that snapped into your head when you saw him lick those pretty pink lips and lean further into you but you closed your eyes for a moment and held that thought back. 
“A tour,” you said out loud, a much more innocent suggestion than what your body wanted. 
“A tour?” he chuckled. 
“Yes, surely you know the place well,” you put your eyes on him once more. 
“I do,” he nodded and stroked his warm big hand along your outer thigh, making you wish he would put that hand somewhere else. 
“Good, well then you can show me around,” you tried to remain calm and continue with your false desire. 
“Chocolate fondant and a tour - I can do that for you,” he smiled, laughter behind his eyes at your silly demand. 
“Good,” you nodded and he chuckled. 
“What about you? What is something about you I don’t know?” he asked and you leaned back to think. It took you a long time to think with your brain slow from tequila. “Come on now, surely there is something exciting about you,” he teased, poking your side. You sat up and playfully glared at him for his poke before speaking. 
“I dance,” you started, “Well I used - I mean I still kind of do, something - I mostly teach though,” you rambled a bit. 
“What kind of dance do you do?” he asked, deciphering through your ramble. 
“Ballet mostly,” you said and pointed your heeled foot that was between his legs reflexively. He was about to say he could tell by your posture but you continued to chat before he could say anything,  “but other stuff too - jazz, modern, did a little ballroom, recently I did some pole,” you rambled on but his brain stopped at your last admission. 
“Pole?” he blurted out without thought. 
“Yeah, like pole dancing,” you told him. 
“From ballet to pole dancing?” he asked you with a confused expression. 
“Yeah, it’s quite difficult you know - good exercise,” you told him and lifted your thigh off his lap to put both feet on the floor. “Have you ever been to a strip club? They are very strong,” you asked him, whilst standing up. 
“I’ve never been to a strip club,” he confessed and leaned back. 
“Never!” you gasped and turned to him. 
“Have you?” he asked with raised eyebrows. 
“A few times,” you shrugged, “It’s kind of fun,” you continued and walked over to the pole a couple feet from him and he looked surprised but enticed. He had you down as the preppy type - not the kind of girl who went to strip clubs. “Seeing the girls move,” you said into the room, putting your hand on the pole, “the strength it takes to glide around the pole,” you focused your attention on the pole, pulling it a bit to make sure it was stable. “I can show you,” you told him but before he could process the words you had two hands on the pole, gracefully swinging around it with your legs floating in the air. He was too shocked to respond - to shock to think. His shock only deepened as you swung your legs up the pole, wrapping your thighs around it as you swung upside down with ease. His throat was dry and his pupils wide as he watched you. You were totally focused and fluid but he was feeling deranged:  he was conflicted between worry you’d fall, amazement at your skill but mostly by feeling  dangerously turned out. That factor only increased as your thighs part on the pole, falling into an upside down front split  flatter than he’d ever seen a human’s body bend. He couldn’t think - all the blood in his body was now most definitely in his cock. If you were his forbidden fruit right now he was ready to take the kiss of death. You lifted yourself right side up on the pole with ease, slowly gliding down until you reached the floor,  sliding down into a split once your feet touched the little stage the pole was on. You didn’t stay there for long, you quickly tucked your knee under yourself, pushing your ass back as you stood to your feet. 
“See, it’s kind of fun,” you walked over to him, with a playful smile on your lips - almost innocent, as if you didn’t just do what you did. Trent was cold sweating as you approached him. His clothes felt too tight, the room felt too warm whilst his skin felt cold. The air was too thin, his lungs too dry. 
“That-that was,” he started to stutter as you stood in front of him. 
“Did you like it?” you asked him, pulling your dress down an inch before putting your hands on his spread thighs and leaning forward into him. Your eyes didn’t miss the very obvious bulge between his spread thighs but you tried not to stare. 
“Yes,” he choked out. 
“Well then what do you have for me?” you teased, daringly sitting on his thigh. He looked at you perplexed and you smiled, “Don’t you know you have to pay the girls in the club,” you teased him. He immediately reached into his pocket, pushing you forward a bit as he pushed his hips forward to pull his wallet out of his pocket. 
“Here you can have the whole thing,” he offered you in what seemed seriousness. You laughed at his gesture and shook your head. 
“I’m only joking,” you giggled and pushed his wallet away. 
“You definitely deserved something for that though,” he nodded toward the pole, “that was very impressive,” he emphasised as he put the wallet back into his pocket. 
“Well…,” you trailed your nail down the open v on his shirt, “there is something you can give me,” you flickered your eyes up to meet his. 
“What is that?” he put his hand on your hip, ever so slightly pulling you closer to him. Your eyes flickered to his lips and back to his eyes with a silent suggestion. As much as the liquor had you feeling rather forward - you wanted him to make the move. You wanted him so badly right now but you wanted him to show he wanted you first. He noticed your eyes shift and put his hand on your cheek, leaning off the back of the couch and leaning into you a bit. “What do you want baby,” he affectionately called you in a deepened tone, sending a shiver up your spine. You hesitated inches from his lips now, not wanted to say it but desperately wanting it. The hand of his that was on your cheek slid to the nape of your neck and he gently pressed his thumb into your skin, pulling you an inch closer and making you feel completely weak. He didn’t ask again, he read your body and pressed his soft lips against yours. He kissed you first but you pushed him to deepen the kiss. You tried to take control, running your tongue along his lips but he took over the kiss, he was in control and you melted into him. He moved his pillow lips against yours like an organised sympathy, you hummed against his lips - never wanting the moment to end. He put one big hand on your lower back, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you. You found yourself straddling his thigh, giving yourself the freedom to really kiss him. At this point you were glad you locked the door because you didn’t know if you could stop as his hand drifting up your thigh and under your dress.  Your mind was off and your body was making the decisions for you. Your body wanted him but unfortunately, your ringing phone made the decision to stop for you. At the first ring you ignore it but the second call you couldn’t ignore. You groaned and pulled away from Trent, leaning across the couch to snatch up your little purse and take your phone out while still straddling his thigh. He watched you move wordlessly, unable to decipher if he was really on earth at the moment. 
“Shit,” you cursed on seeing your brother’s name on the screen, “Hello,” you answered Jude’s call. 
“Hey, where are you? I’ve been looking for you,” he asked and you silently cursed. 
“Uh, the bathroom,” you stood up from Trent’s thigh and pulled your short dress down. Trent looked at you oddly and opened his mouth but you stretched your arm and put a hand over his mouth before he could talk. 
“Oh, you coming out? You alright?” Jude asked with concern. 
“Yeah yeah I’m good, I’ll be out shortly - the line was long,” you lied and tried to rush off the phone. 
“Okay cool, see you,” Jude responded and you told him a quick bye and hung up the phone. 
“Who was that?” Trent asked when you let go of his mouth. 
“Jude - we need to go,” you opened the camera in your phone, trying to see how you looked in the dark lightning. You fixed what your hair the best you could and pulled the top of your dress into place before looking up from your phone to see Trent still sat. “We have to go Trent,” you repeated to him.
“Do you really think I can go out there right now?” he asked you, gesturing to the very obvious hard-on in his pants. You looked at it and then back at his face with an amused smirk. 
“Oh,” you held back your giggle. 
“I’m going to need a few minutes,” he sighed heavily. 
“Maybe I can help,” you suggested and he immediately waved his hand no. 
“You can only make it worse,” he waved you off making you laugh, “I’m going to need to think about dead kittens for a bit,” he grumbled as you giggled. 
“Well,” you started, walking back over to him, standing between his spread thigh “While you think about that,” you sat down, straddling his thigh once more, “remember this kitty still wants you,” you said into his ear and rolled your hips against him, pressing your warm pussy against his thigh. He groaned at your words and pushed your hips back to get off of him. 
“You need to leave, like I said you can only make it worse,” he dramatically lamented. You just laughed as you got off his thigh once more. You took a minute to reapply your lipgloss before leaving but that image didn’t help Trent calm down either, watching you run the wand across your pretty now soft pink stained lips only made him think of kissing them again. 
“I’ll see you outside,” you said to him before stepping out of the room and leaving him there. Trent huffed when you left the room, committing his mind to unsexy things to cool down the tension you’d caused in his body. 
He always knew he liked you, he always knew you were beautiful and sexy. He always had trouble forgetting about you but now? Now he didn’t know how he was going to sleep without dreaming of you. Now that he had a taste, he wanted to eat the whole cake. He needed you now and he was ready to risk anything for you.
The risk for now being knocking on your bedroom door when everyone had retreated to their rooms after the party  hoping you’d still be awake. After a few soft knocks, you realised the sound wasn’t in your dream and you got out of the bed. You opened the door hoping it wasn’t some mess you had to help with but you were pleasantly surprised to see Trent. You immediately stood up straighter on noticing him. 
“Hi,” you said to him, hoping your sleepy voice didn’t sound icky.
“Hey, sorry to wake you up,” he said quietly, not wanting to accidentally wake anyone up but you. 
“Did you need something?” you asked and he hesitated to answer, his eyes shifting over your face with his pause, “Trent?” you said his name in his absence of speech but as his name left your lips he quickly leaned in and captured your lips between his. You were taken back, taking a second before sighing into the soft kiss and kissing him back. You were sober now and significantly less charged up than in the club but somehow the kiss felt better. His lips sweeter, the soft hold of his large hand on your cheek soothing. You stepped back and he stepped with you, into your room without parting your synchronous lips. Much like  in the club he was in control but it was less hasty - more languid as if he was studying the motion of your lips against his. 
He pulled away first, leaving you wanting more. He remained with his hand on your cheek, his body against yours, one hand on the small of your back holding you to him. “That’s what I needed,” he huskily commented, making you giddy. 
“If my brothers caught you in here you’re dead,” you warned him, putting two hands on his chest - shamelessly caressing the firm large muscle beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. 
“I didn’t plan to stay,” he surprised you with his intention. 
“You didn’t?” your surprise was obvious in your instant retort. You probably would have played coy and told him to leave but you didn’t expect he would want to leave. You frowned as he nodded. 
“No, I was just thinking about you and I realised I never told you goodnight,” he explained, taking his hands off you and putting them in his pockets. Good night? He came in here and reawakened the monster you buried with the gallon of water you drank after all that tequila, with his smooth lips and he’s talking about good night!? You were baffled. “I was going to message you but then I realised I didn’t have your number,” he continued to explain and got you more and more confused as his demeanour became more shy. He just charged in here and kissed you like you’d never been kissed and now he looked like he was worried you’d say no to him. 
“My number?” you asked, with a raised eyebrow. 
“Yeah, I was hoping I could get your number…so I could tell you goodnight,” he innocently explained, making your questioning expression soften into a smile. 
“Sure, give me your phone,” you held out your hand and he gave you his phone. You put in your number and gave it back to him - smiling more when you saw the boyish glee in his face. 
“I’ll go…have a good night,” he shoved his phone back into his pocket and made his way to the door threshold. 
“Goodnight Trent,” you followed and held onto the handle of the door. 
“Good night y/n,” he smiled at you, quickly pecking your lips in the doorway before walking away. You bit your lip after his kiss, trying to stop the pain in your face from your burning cheeks. He was cute, very very cute. 
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