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Used & Abused
Pairing: Dark Thomas Shelby x Reader
Warning: Non-Con, Smut
"Mr Shelby. It is good to see you again," your father said to the stranger who had, ever since you were there, working on the garments, come to the establishment to buy his suits and sample the prostitutes your father employed.
Thomas Shelby, as he was called, looked around and smiled, his piercing blue eyes twinkling with pleasure.
"Who shall it be for you today, sir? Clara or maybe Nadine?" your father offered, naming two of the most popular girls at the brothel.
But Thomas Shelby’s gaze had shifted to where you stood, sewing away at the corner – you weren’t used to be one of the girls on offer, but you were there today to learn the ropes, as your father had put it.
"What about her? Is she available yet for these kinds of services?" the man asked and it was like a bucket of ice had been dumped over your head. You felt your cheeks burning and your heart thumping.
You weren't ready for this, you told yourself. But then, you never would be. It was your first time and you had to start sometime.
"She's new, sir. But she's willing to learn. And she's young, as you can see," your father said, sounding like he was advertising a brand-new product.
"Well then, come here, Love. Let me have a look at you," Thomas Shelby beckoned you over, his voice deep and seductive.
You took a deep breath and walked up to him, feeling the weight of his eyes on you.
"You are quite the addition, aren't you, eh?" he said, taking in your figure and long hair.
You nodded silently, unable to find your voice.
"How old are you?" Thomas Shelby asked, as you stood there, trembling almost imperceptibly.
"I recently turned eighteen sir," you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper.
The man's eyes lit up at your answer, as if you had just confirmed something he had been suspecting.
"Eighteen, eh?" he said, his voice filled with innuendo. "And did you ever have a man's cock inside you before?"
The question took you aback, and you couldn't help but blush at the explicitness of his words. You shook your head, feeling your heart race.
"Well, then," he said, standing up from the chair he had been sitting on. "I think I'll be your first, eh?"
Your heart pounded even louder in your chest as he approached you, his movements confident and deliberate. You could feel your body tense up as you prepared yourself for what was about to happen.
"Mr Shelby, I do not think that she is quite ready for someone like you yet," your father interjected, but Thomas Shelby just waved him off.
"How much for two hours of her time, Thompson?" he asked, reaching into his coat pocket for his wallet. "I am going to break her in for you, but I want to fuck her ass too," he added, as an afterthought.
Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You had never even had vaginal intercourse before, let alone anal. But you knew that there was no turning back now. You had to do this, for yourself and for your family.
Your father, Mr. Thompson, hesitated for a moment, but then he nodded in agreement. "Two hours for two hundred pounds Mr Shelby," he said, holding out his hand for Thomas Shelby to shake.
Thomas Shelby took his hand and shook it firmly.
"Excellent. Now, why don't you show us to one of the rooms?" Thomas Shelby said, his voice commanding as he led the way.
You followed behind him, feeling your legs shake as you took each step. Your mind was racing, and you felt like you were about to be sick. But you knew you had to push through and do this.
When you entered the room, you saw that it was one of the most luxurious ones in the brothel.
It had dark wooden furniture, a plush four-poster bed swathed in velvet drapes, and gold-rimmed mirrors reflecting the room's opulence back onto every glossy surface. The rich scent of incense lingered in the air, providing respite from the bustling house outside.
You stood there, feeling out of place in the opulent surroundings. Your heart was racing, your mind was whirling, and your body was trembling. But Thomas Shelby didn't seem to notice.
He was too busy taking in every inch of the room with an approving nod.
"This will do quite nicely," he said, before turning his attention back to you.
You could feel his gaze on your body, and you shifted uncomfortably under his stare. "Come here, Love. Let me see what I've paid for."
You hesitated for a moment, but then you stepped closer to him, feeling your heart pound even louder in your chest. He reached out and traced his fingers down your arm, making you shiver with fear.
"Good girl. Now undress," Thomas Shelby said, his voice as smooth as velvet, and yet carrying the weight of an unspoken command.
You hesitated, swallowing hard. The thought of being naked in front of this stranger, of exposing yourself so intimately, made you feel incredibly vulnerable. But you knew that you couldn't afford to be timid. Not if you wanted to make it in this business.
Taking a deep breath, you began to unbutton your dress, moving slowly and deliberately, feeling his eyes on you as you did so. It was as though he was sizing you up, trying to determine your worth.
You wondered if you measured up to the other girls who worked in the brothel. Or did your naivety and youth make you more exotic, more desirable? You felt a wave of anxiety wash over you as you slipped your dress off your shoulders, letting it fall to the ground in a whisper of fabric.
You stood before him, barefoot, wearing only your undergarments.
"Such a pretty thing, aren't you, eh," Thomas Shelby said, his voice low and seductive.
He traced a finger across the satin of your bra, pressing gently against your nipple until it hardened under his touch. You couldn't help but gasp, feeling desire flood through your body. It was a strange and unfamiliar sensation, yet one that you found yourself craving more of.
"Now, let's get rid of these," Thomas Shelby said, gesturing to your underwear.
You hesitated for a moment, but then you reached behind you and unfastened your bra, letting it fall away from your body.
"Perfect," Thomas Shelby murmured, his gaze fixed on your breasts.
You felt exposed and vulnerable, but also strangely powerful, knowing that he was looking at you with such unabashed desire. And yet, you knew that this was just the beginning.
Thomas Shelby slipped off his jacket and tossed it aside, before unbuttoning his shirt and rolling up his sleeves, revealing the strong, toned muscles of his forearms. He stepped closer to you, closing the distance between you with a single stride.
"Undo my belt," Thomas Shelby said, his voice low and commanding.
You did as he asked, unfastening the buckle and tugging the leather free from the loops. Your hands trembled as you did so, and you felt a lump form in your throat.
His manhood was already erect, straining against his pants, and you couldn't help but feel a touch of fear creeping in.
"Now, Love, I want you to get down on to your knees for me," Thomas Shelby ordered, his voice firm.
You hesitated for a brief moment, but then you obeyed, sinking down onto the plush rug that adorned the brothel room's floor.
"Take out my cock," he then commanded and you gulped, your hands trembling as you reached for the zipper of his trousers, tugging it down.
Thomas Shelby's manhood sprang free, hard and imposing. You felt a wave of nervousness wash over you, unsure of what to do next.
Thomas Shelby must have sensed your apprehension, as he reached down to gently stroke your cheek.
"Don't be afraid, Love," he murmured, his voice soft and coaxing. "Give it a little stroke," he said and you nodded slowly, taking a deep breath as you wrapped your fingers around his manhood, feeling its warmth and hardness. Thomas Shelby let out a low groan of pleasure, his fingers tightening in your hair as you began to move your hand up and down.
"That's a good girl," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Encouraged by his words, you continued to stroke him, feeling more confident as each moment passed.
Thomas Shelby, meanwhile, seemed to grow larger with each passing second, his manhood throbbing in your grip.
And then, he tugged gently on your hair, pulling you closer.
"Now, I want you to open your mouth," he instructed, his voice low and firm.
You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then, you obediently parted your lips, your heart racing.
He guided his cock towards your waiting lips, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of panic. But you knew that this was part of your job, your duty to him. So, you closed your eyes as he began to thrust in and out of your mouth.
"Relax your lips, Love," Thomas Shelby instructed, his voice barely containing his desire.
You tried your best to comply, even as tears threatened to spill down your cheeks.
You were overwhelmed and under-prepared.
"Keep your mouth open, Love," Thomas Shelby urged, his hips moving faster as he thrust his manhood deeper down your throat. "Nice and wide. That's it."
You tried to comply, but it was difficult. You were not used to this. You gagged and spluttered, tears streaming down your face, as he faced you with a passionately intense expression, his pupils dilated.
The sickening sound of your saliva echoed around the private room of the high-end brothel and you could not help but feel degraded.
Drops of clear salty pre-cum streamed from his swollen tip, as he pumped in and out of your mouth, commanding and selfish until, eventually, Thomas pulled himself out of your mouth with a satisfying "pop" and stroked himself as he watched you.
You tried to stand up, but he held onto your shoulders, practically pinning you to the floor.
"Where are you going Love?" His eyes were wild with desire.
"Suck it, go on," he said as he pushed his hips towards your face, forcing you to return to your given task as you watched some more pre-cum ooze from the head of his manhood.
With your hands now wrapped around his thighs, you began to weave your tongue arround the engorged head of his cock and slowly began to move your mouth up and down, following his rhythm.
Thomas groaned with pleasure.
"Oh, yes. Just like that Love. Take it in deep," he panted as he guided your head forward, encouraging you to pick up the pace.
Your head bobbed up and down, his pubic hairs tickling your nose as you swallowed more of him inside of you.
You felt a strong surge of disgust and humiliation, but you suppressed it, fearing the consequences.
Thomas's grip on your shoulders tightened and he pushed himself further into your mouth. You fought the urge to choke, your mouth opening wider to accommodate his length. The feeling of salty wetness on your tongue grew more frequent, and you could hear his breaths quickening, becoming more shallow and erratic.
"That's enough," Thomas finally said, pulling out of your mouth with a pop.
You fell back onto the plush rug, breathing heavily, your lips feeling sore and swollen.
"It is time for me to fuck that virgin cunt of yours now, eh," Thomas said, his voice a low rumble.
"So take off your panties and lie down for me, Love, and spread those lovely legs so I can get a proper look at you," Thomas Shelby instructed, with that same damn smirk on his face.
You nervously obliged, sweat glistening on your brow, as you slowly slipped out of your lace underwear. The sensation of the plush rug beneath you only amplified the vulnerability you felt as Thomas Shelby's gaze roved over every inch of your naked body.
You tried to shrink yourself, to make yourself smaller so as not to draw attention to the parts of yourself that made you feel exposed and raw. But, still, his attention lingered on those very places, stripping you down even further.
"Lie down I said," Thomas repeated firmly, breaking through the spell.
You did as he told, scooting back onto the bed and reclining against the plush headboard.
Thomas Shelby climbed onto the bed as well, settling himself between your legs.
You could feel your heart hammering in your chest as he gently pushed your knees apart, fully exposing yourself to him for the first time.
Looking down at you, his eyes seemed to darken with desire as he took in the sight of you lying there naked and vulnerable before him.
"You're even more beautiful than I imagined," he murmured, his voice full of gravel.
Holding himself up on one arm, he reached out with the other and traced a finger along the curve of your hip, watching as goosebumps broke out across your skin.
You shivered involuntarily, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement gallop through you.
This was it. There was no turning back now.
"I am going to have a look at your little hole now. Just to make sure that you are ready to be stretched out," Thomas said, pulling out a bottle of lubricant from the nightstand.
He uncapped it and poured a generous amount onto his fingers, the slick substance gliding easily between his digits.
You tensed up, closing your eyes, as Thomas approached your entrance. You weren't prepared for the pain. It burned as Thomas pushed his fingers inside you, opening you up.
His fingers explored your depth, thrusting inward and out, mimicking how he would soon take you entirely.
A streak of blood stained his fingers, betraying your innocence.
“So you are a virgin, eh,” Thomas murmured with a groan of sheer pleasure, withdrawing his finger before plunging it back inside of you.
"Your tight little cunt is already bleeding, just from being fingered," His grin grew increasingly wicked, his eyes devoid of apology or regret. Instead, he reveled in your helplessness – a youthful pawn to be manipulated and claimed by the wealthy gangster.
"I will need a lot of lube to get my cock in that little hole," Thomas declared nonchalantly before withdrawing his finger and wiping it clean on the sheets.
He reached for the bottle of lubricant and poured a generous amount on his manhood, making sure to coat it thoroughly. You winced at the sight, taking in your newfound reality.
"Don't worry, Love, I know it's a big cock, but it will fit, just take slow and deep breaths," Thomas reassured you, his flashy confidence beating down on you.
He shifted his position, guiding himself towards your entrance.
"Don't fight me, alright?" Thomas asked, his voice thick with lust and anticipation. He didn't wait for an answer before he pushed forward, his manhood breaching your walls and causing you to cry out in pain.
"Jesus Love, you are tight," Thomas grunted, a look of pure ecstasy on his face as he buried himself deeper inside you.
You felt a burning sensation as he filled you up entirely, your body not used to the intrusion. You bit your lip hard, trying to stifle your cries of discomfort.
Thomas paused for a moment, giving you time to adjust to his size. But then, his instincts took over, and he started to move.
"Fuck, let me have a look at this hole now," he eventually grunted, pulling out and shifting backward.
He brought his swollen, slick manhood into view, before leaning back in and finding your entrance again. Pushing himself inside, he winced at the tightness of your young body - the heat of it clenching around him, as if holding on for dear life.
You let out an involuntary whimper as he thrust into you, your fragile frame protesting the intrusion. Thomas was relentless, though. Driving his manhood mercilessly, over and over with deep, powerful thrusts.
Kneeling in between your open legs, he could watch his cock vanish into your body, reappear, and repeat the process until satisfied.
Your torn opening welcomed him, blushing red and dripping. He liked that you looked tender and abused, the way his movements had marked you.
He wondered if thoughts had occurred to you, even once, about changing your mind about this line of work. But it was far too late for that.
He leaned back, staring at your stretched out body beneath him.
Your breaths came out ragged, muffled sobs that somehow turned him on.
You were a novelty to him, a conquest in the form of a vulnerable young woman.
Streaks of blood painted his manhood, leaving no doubt that he had successfully claimed his prize. Your body shook with sobs, the pain of your first time magnified by the size of him. It wasn't a pleasurable experience, not like the stories whispered between girls in hushed, excited tones. It was a violation, a forceful claiming.
"Fuck, Love, you feel so good around my cock," Thomas grunted, his voice syrupy with lust.
His hips moved like a mediocre piston machine, the searing pain between your thighs making it difficult for you to breathe.
You bit down on your bottom lip, tears streaming down your cheeks.
The headboard knocked against the wall harshly with every thrust and your heart raced like a fugitive.
You closed your eyes, shutting out the image of Thomas looking triumphant between your spread legs.
You were in too much pain to say anything, your entire body stiffening under his touch as tears streamed down your cheeks.
You could hear the wet sounds of him ravaging you, the scent of sex permeating the air.
He gripped your hips, pulling you closer as he moved rhythmically, his every thrust jarring you to the core.
It burned to be ripped open like this, your body unused to the violent invasion until, suddenly, he pulled out and reached for the lubricant again.
"Turn around now, Love, and get on your hands and knees," Thomas instructed you, his voice hoarse with lust.
You hesitantly complied, your heart pounding in your chest as you positioned yourself on the bed, your bottom sticking up in the air.
Thomas didn't waste any time, pouring more lubricant onto his slick manhood and rubbing it in.
"Nice and slow, Let me in," Thomas said, his voice a desperate whisper.
Without warning, he guided himself towards your exposed rear this time, the head of his manhood pressing against your tight entrance.
"Relax, Love," Thomas whispered. "It'll hurt less if you do."
You took a deep breath, trying to relax your muscles as Thomas slowly pushed himself inside you. The sensation was intense and foreign, a new kind of fullness that made you clench up despite your best efforts.
Thomas groaned as he entered you, his rhythm slow and steady.
"Fuck," he muttered while you choked back your tears. "You're so tight, so fucking tight."
The aching sensation burned within you as Thomas thrust deeper inside. Your knuckles were white from gripping the sheets, but you focused on the pain to keep yourself grounded in reality. His hands dug into your waist, pulling you back with each forward motion, creating a brutal rhythm you'd never imagine could exist in the world.
Thomas was completely consumed by the animalistic need to dominate. He ignored the sound of your ragged breathing and tears on your pillow. Why someone chose to put their penis into one's anus was always a mystery to you, but you supposed that some people just had certain tastes. And Thomas Shelby seemed to have quite the acquired taste.
"Oh, fuck. You have no idea how good this feels," he groaned, his fingers digging into your hips as he continued to thrust in and out of you.
With each movement, you could feel yourself being stretched even further, your body protesting as Thomas took what he desired.
"It's almost over Love,"
Thomas grunted as he picked up his pace, the headboard battering against the wall with a loud thud, threatening to break free from its hinges.
You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to focus on anything but the burning pain inside your bowels.
Thomas's breathing grew labored, his movements more urgent as he chased his release.
"Yes, Love! I'm going cum!" Thomas called out, grabbing onto your hair and giving it a firm tug. "Deep inside your bowels," he growled, emptying himself into you with a shudder.
You could feel him pulsating deep inside of you, filling you up with his warm release. Your body felt battered and bruised, a testament to the brutal invasion it had just endured.
Thomas slowly pulled out of you, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. You could feel him slip out of your body, leaving behind a gaping void.
You immediately collapsed onto the bed, your entire body trembling as tears of pain and humiliation continued to stream down your cheeks.
"Let me see, Love," he demanded, his voice still thick with desire. He reached between your legs, roughly spreading your cheeks apart, examining his work.
You couldn't help but let out a pitiful sob, feeling disgust and shame rising within you.
Thomas ran his fingers over your rear entrance, causing you to wince, before slowly pushing slowly pushing his fingers inside, causing you to whimper.
"See, it's not so bad, now is it?" Thomas said, his voice dripping with false concern as he collected some of his cum from inside your anus.
He sighed contentedly, savoring his conquest as he withdrew his finger and brought it up to your lips.
You recoiled as he first made contact, but he grabbed your chin and forced his finger into your mouth, smearing your cheeks and mouth with his cum.
"Such a dirty little girl," Thomas murmured, his deep voice reverberating through the room. He continued his assault on your senses, tracing your lips with his cum, forcing you to taste him, making you accept what had happened between you two.
"I will be back tomorrow for some more," he then announced, his voice full of satisfaction as he stood up and began dressing.
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A/N: There’s no point to this. I’m just feeling angsty and it came to mind…
Your fingers are cold, skin beginning to prickle with the burn of frost. You watch the digits grip the metal gate until your knuckles crack under pressure. You can’t see any of their stables, not with your blurred sclera. Your throat is confined to suffocation, body suffering trembles that aren’t a result of this brutal Midwestern winter. There’s a guilt burrowed deep within your chest cavity, twisting, knocking at your bones with an iron fist that demolishes your bones — dusts them to ash.
Would explain why you’re about to collapse.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay…” You’re using your spare hand to angrily wipe at your wind-kissed cheek, nose slick with snot.
But it’s not alright. You’re not alright.
Any normal human being could appreciate the happiness, the change in him that comes from finding what most of the world searches for. But you, the person who actually cared for him, watched out for, held all his secrets despite dangers to your own life — you’re the single soul that can’t find any joy in what he’d laid on you merely moments ago… You never anticipated seeing the day where your best-friend would give up his disconnected ways and find someone to share things with that isn’t you, that’s more than a quick fuck and forget. Sure he had girls, he had them a lot — various ones, never you. And that was okay, as long as it wasn’t serious.
Until he told you in his bedroom when you were dressing the healing dissolvables below his lower lids.
“Thinkin’ I might’ve found somethin’ good for my future with this one. Who would’ve thought, right? Especially after all this?” He didn’t mean for his fingers to graze your wrist when he motioned to his healing, slightly marred skin. It wasn’t unusual, but it stung this time, literally winding you.
In record time, you applied the cooling antiseptic and went to retrieve your purse. He’d frowned at this, looking at you with a tilted head full of messy, freshly grown out tresses. “I thought we were watching that stupid ass lifetime movie you wanted? Ya know… now that I can actually see it.” He’d winked your way, something your knees would’ve started shaking upon receiving. You were completely dead weighted in your legs and feather light in your guts.
In hindsight, it was a pathetic answer, but it left your lips before you could prevent it. “No thanks.”
You didn’t let him respond, just pulled on your coat, said you had to go, and made it halfway down the drive of Nadine’s new property, before you booked it to the stables and fell against the gate. And the fucking guilt is devouring you piece by piece.
How do you make peace with a future with someone that will never be what your soul has been primed for it to be? He’ll be in your life, sure, but you’ll have to be a dutiful friend and stuff everything down, knowing that you can’t involve yourself with another person, because they won’t be him. Your brain is a goddamned hamster wheel and you can’t get off, dizzy and nauseous. Your coat weighs too much, your clothing itches. Everything that you found right in this world is now wrong. A piling of packed snow crunches beneath leather combats.
Gator go away, go away, Gator.
You don’t look in his direction, his cedarwood cologne brimming your nostrils, the sound of his lips as they wrap around that dumb ass vape, causing a stirring hiss from the hit, and then he’s pocketing it, approaching you like every doe he used to (regretfully) hunt during season. On relaxed elbows, he plants his arms beside yours, his leather jacket flexing over defined muscles. You still pretend to be lost to the view, but by now, he knows you’re bullshitting him. A deep sigh escapes his mouth and he’s nudging you.
“You looked at me when my eyeballs looked like melted butter, so you’re not gonna give me common courtesy now? What’s wrong with you?” He tries to make light, but you know he’s worried about your rejection — his one solid person, his safe space. Or you were before her.
“I said I had to go.” You’re shocked that it comes out without the wavering that threatens to cave in on your throat muscles.
Gator is displeased by this answer. “Talk to me, please. You always talk to me. We tell each other everything, don’t we? I trust you, you trust me. Sort of our dynamic, ya know?”
“Not about this.” A quick glance to the left and you’re pretending to wipe your nose, but Gator knows better. You’ve been crying.
He tries to approach you carefully, in a way that regards your feelings before his own. You beat him to the invisible punch line, the smell of your shampoo and body wash invading his upped senses as you raise to press a chaste kiss with chapped lips to his pink dusted cheek. You don’t say anything more, simply leaving him behind like so many before…
He’ll be okay though. She’ll be around for their date tonight.
And you? You’ll be in the dark of your room, nursing a glass bottle that’s half full of amber liquid, staring at the bus ticket in your palm…
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay…
// Eat me paragraph //
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X-men - First Class: Part 8- Erik Lehnsheer, Magneto
word count: 2.6k
warnings: mentions of violence, smutt 18+, unprotected sex, p in v, oral fem receiving!, mentions of missiles and war, mutant training, emotional.
To leant against the near by fence as Erik and Charles chattered back and forth before Charles wanted to test Erik's powers. You laughed when Charles awkwardly held up the gun to Erik's head. Erik should be able to stop the bullet since its made out metal. Erik, the maniac he was almost seemed to be excited at the prospect of being able to show off his abilities.
"Are you sure?" Charles asked.
"I'm sure." Erik egged has a smile on his face. Charles clenched his eyes his hands began to tremble.
"No. No I can't I'm sorry." The sentiment only frustrated Erik as he leant down to position the gun against his forehead. Charles gritted his teeth, cringing.
"Oh come on." Erik urged, "You know I can deflect it. You're always telling me I should push myself." You sighed as Charles jerked his hand away.
"If you know you can deflect it, then you're not challenging yourself." Charles countered. "Whatever happened to the man who was trying to raise a submarine?"
Erik slapped his hands down at his sides, "What-I can't." Charles handed the gun to Erik. "I need the situation, the anger." He explained, you started to listen intently to their conversation.
"No, the anger's not enough." Charles replied.
"Well, it's gotten the job done all of this time." Erik retorted.
"And Shaw got the upper hand." You added, stepping towards the two men. "You feel so much Erik, there is so much more power in channeling your emotions into your power."
"She's right." Charles started. "Because your anger has nearly gotten you killed all this time."
You felt his words deeply and then wonder if this is why Charles was better at controlling himself. He isn't just fueled by emotions but motives, inspiration, justice. Erik wanted to act on all of those raging emotions because he learnt that from a young age. But he could have so much more power and so could you, if you knew how to properly use it. "Follow me." Charles mumbled as he walked over to the fence you were leaning against. "Here's something challenging get that satellite to face us." Erik looked back at him before Charles turned to you.
"Nadine, I want you to unblock his mind, he needs to find that power within his memories. Instead of seeking out the dark, you need to find the light." Charles directed.
A low humming filled the air as Erik attempted to turn the satellite to no avail. Charles looked over to you and you closed your eyes, you focused in on finding Erik in all the smoke, hearing his daunting of thoughts, the pressure he put on himself to perform this task. That's when a memory flooded back. Erik as a young boy, with his mother, Edie. A menorah set in the front of the pair, laughter filled the air as you felt the weight of Erik's grief slipping away as a positive memory showed itself to the surface. You felt a tear run down your cheek as you opened your eyes to see Erik turned around facing you, his eyes glazed over with water.
"What did you do to me?" Erik croaked, his voice soft but demanding. You stepped closer to him as you looked into his eyes.
"I looked for the brightest spot in your memory rather than the worst and it makes me feel so much better-." You explained.
"I didn't know I still had that." Erik murmured, looking down at the ground before meeting your eyes.
"It's hard to keep those good memories when there are so many bad ones." You breathed, Erik reached out for you, his hands going to the back of your neck. He pulled you into a deep kiss, before Charles cleared his throat. "Now move that satellite bub." You urged as he softly smiled at you and gave you a short nod.
Then Erik turned back towards the satellite, he focused in on his powers before gritting his teeth as he tried to pull the satellite towards the three of you but he wasn't able to so Charles spoke up, "If you are able to access that good, Erik, you'll possess a power no one can match." Charles explained before shaking his head. "Not even me."
"Come on try again." You persuaded. Erik's hand reaches out and all of his focus going inwards as he set his mind to the task at hand. You watched as tears trailed down his cheek as the metal of the satellite began to groan. He slowly brought his hand in towards himself and the satellite moved.
Charles laughed in excitement and your heart was pumping with pride as Erik turned to you, laughing in joy. He didn't expect for you to jump on him, wrapping your arms around him. But he took the initiative and smashed his lips on to yours before he whispered, "You and me?"
The rest of the afternoon was filled with training the other mutants to use their powers. You watched as Alex became more comfortable with himself, Banshee more confident in his power and Hank finally using his mutation rather than hiding it away. Erik had gotten to know Raven a little deeper and came over to you to discuss her powers. He even saw a bit of you in her as Raven hid away her abilities, afraid of them. Then he went to speak with Raven, helping her take back her power in her natural form. Explaining to her that if she was always in a human form, then she was always half not paying attention. After dinner, the group piled into the den to listen to the president's address.
"It shall be the policy of this nation to regard any missile crossing the embargo line that surrounds Cuba as an attack by the Soviet union on the United States requiring a full retaliatory response." Kennedy continued.
"That's where we're gonna find Shaw." Erik announced.
"How do you know?" Alex asked in curiosity.
"Two superpowers facing off, and he wants to start world war 3." Charles began to complain. "He won't leave anything to chance."
You glanced over at Erik as he spoke, "So much for diplomacy. I suggested you all get a good night of sleep." He nodded towards the door as his eyes connected with yours. You silently obeyed as you followed after him.
You had fallen asleep in Erik's arms that night, he had spent hours snuggled into your neck and his arm draped around your waist. He had gotten a bath made up for you before making some tea to help you sleep. He silently took care of you and enjoyed it. You woke up later in the night, turning over in the bed to see the note Erik left for you, letting you know that he was with Charles. Your throat was dry and you were desperately craving a glass of water. As you walked back to the room, you paused as you heard voices on the other side. You reached out your mind, connecting with Erik's.
"This is a surprise." Erik said, as he looked away from Raven's covered body, she was under your sheets, naked.
"A good one, I hope." Raven coaxed.
"Get out." Erik grunted. "You don't belong in here."
"How about now?" Raven asked, slying turning into your form and your anger informed Erik of your presence.
"Hello darling." He spoke in his head, before you felt anger bubble up in his chest. "Don't pretend to be her, Raven. You won't ever be."
"But-."
"You are beautiful, Raven. But I would never hurt Nadine like this. I wouldn't ever do this to Charles. And we would never match."
He covered all of his grounds as Raven began to cry, "Hank-." She broke off into a sob, breaking down in front of Erik, he sighed before speaking into his mind.
"Give us a moment." Erik spoke as you reluctantly left his mind, confused on why he wouldn't want you to be there.
Moments later the door opens and a blue, naked, Raven came out of your room and you took no time to splash the water in her face. "So much for friends, Raven." You spat, angrily before stepping up to the shocked Raven, anger boiling through your veins. Raven swore she saw flames in your eyes as you threatened her, "You pull a stunt like that again and I will have you reliving your worst nightmare." You gritted.
"Leave her be, she made a mistake." Erik soothed, as he opened the door to the room and nodded for you to come to him. You trudged through the door angrily, trying your best to not be hurt by the situation. Erik didn't need your powers to know how you felt. You sat on the edge of the bed and Erik took it up on himself to kneel in front of you.
"I would never hurt you, Nadine." Erik began, but you refused to look into his eyes, so his hand reached up to pinch your chin. "I would never give up this relationship, it's me and you." You looked into his eyes, his words puncturing your heart. "You trust me?"
"Of course." You assured, your hand coming up to wipe the tears that came from your overemotional state.
"What shall I do to help sway you?" Erik asked, as he reached over to your arm before leaning down to softly kiss your hand. He slowly worked his way up your arm before his hands moved to the sides of your thighs, his hands spreading wide. "Show you how much-." He started, his breath hitching, his eyes growing dark as he looked up at you. "How much I love you." He finished as the words sunk into your chest, making you freeze. Erik's hands moved up your thighs, grabbing the edges of your pajama pants and slowly pulling them down.
You didn't know how to reply to him, staring down at him as he hyper focused on getting you naked and under him. Though you knew it would be hard for Erik to confront his feelings after what you had done to him. When he had a clear head, no alcohol clouding his judgement but that feeling overcame you as Erik kissed on your skin. It was so easy for him to get caught up in you but he noticed that something was off. His hands came up to frame your face, pushing your hair back to look in his eyes. The truth being told at the way he was looking at you. You shouldn't doubt his loyalties, after all this time had never disappointed you in making you feel valued, needed and now loved.
When you looked in his mind, all you felt was love. Concern flashed in his eyes as you started at him, lost in thought. He moved his head down to rub his nose against your jaw, trying to catch your attention. When you gazed up the man you finally said something, "You love me?"
You remembered your dream, how it played out as he buried his face in your neck, his hot cheeks warming up your skin. He inhaled before lightly kissing your neck. Your hands came up to his short red hair, pulling softly at the threads to meet his face again. "For how long?" You asked.
Erik sighed as he remembered your trip to Paris, "For a long time, Liebling. On our trip to Paris, you trusted me to take you to different sites and restaurants. You remember that it was the first time we slept in the same bed together?" You felt deju-vu as he continued to explain himself in the best way he could, "I've never told anyone aside from my mother that I've loved them and I've never felt-in love before, " His eyes wonder your face before drifting to your lips and settling on your eyes. You clashed your lips together, running your fingers against his hair as he dipped his tongue into your mouth.
Erik moved back on the bed, admiring you as he stood in front of you. His eyes trailing your body laid out on the bed, half clothed, you still looked like a wet dream. He pulled off his shirt before going to undo his belt. There was a different air in the night, there was deeper reach for connection rather than just needing each other. When he was finally naked, he knelt over you, his cock swelling by the moment. Erik spreads your legs, his cock fitting between your thighs. Erik's hands hover your breasts, taking his time to kiss your skin and suck at your breasts. He swirled his tongue around your nipple, his cock hard against your thigh. He moved his cock to rub against your clothed panties. Your legs move up as he grasps your panties and quickly gets rid of them. Then he leant back over to you, spreading your folds with his fingers before sliding his cock head into your weeping hole. Erik thrusted into you, his arms holding himself up are by your head.
@fussingoverfassbender
He looked down at you with bliss shown on his face as he began to pound into you. Your hands moved down his back to feel his muscles flex as he held himself above you. Your legs moved around his waist, pulling him down on top of him, his arms moving down to his elbows. Erik leant down to cuddle into your neck and suck bruises on to your skin. This time was different between the two of you. Erik didn't act dominate because he couldn't think he could only feel all the sensations you made his body feel. He was passionately making love to you as he whispered in your ear, "I love you, Liebling. Me and you."
You panted back his words as you pulled his head in close, "Me and you baby." You promised, his thrusts sped up as he used down your neck, his kisses were quick but all consuming. Erik's hand moved down to your clit rubbing it in circles. You croaked out a moan and he lifted your hips up with a pillow to hit a deeper spot in you. You shoot your head back and grip on to his back as you arched into him.
"Come for me." He croaked. You fluttered around his dick, sucking him in as your orgasm comes crashing down you. Erik picks up his pace, trying to chase his own high. Then his hips stuttered against your own as he was coming. You whined out the over stimulation then he slipped out of you and got on his knees. The flat of his tongue comes in contact with your aching clit and wet hole.
"God, Erik."
"God won't help you now." Erik murmured, darkly, as he swirled your clit with his tongue before wiping up his come that dripped out of you. Then he started to fuck your cunt with his tongue, making you moan out loudly and grip on to his hair. You could feel another orgasm bubbling up to the surface as Erik suffocated himself to your pussy. His determination to make you come, drove him wild and he desperately needed that from you. You broke apart on his tongue, your skin burning hot. "Calm down, my love." He urged, pulling his tongue off of you as he felt your heated skin. He moved up to lay next to you, his arm draping around your waist. Erik made sure to pull the blanket over the two of you before pulling you close.
#erik lehnsherr#micheal fassbender#erik lensherr x reader#erik lehnsherr x reader#magneto#eriklehnsherr#xmen#erik lehnsherr fanfic#erik lehnsherr fanfiction#micheal fassbender fanfic#micheal fassbender fanfiction#michealfassbender
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~ nearly end of feb albums i’ve liked so far this year bc this is basically mostly a music blog now anyway this is alphabetical ~
(also here's this post in playlist form yw)
allie x - girl with no face . 80s inspired dark-ish synthpop and banger after banger honestly ik some of yall will love this. try: staying power, black eye
chelsea wolfe - she reaches out to she reaches out to she . gothic atmospheric something-else-ic really really cool. kinda trip hop? idk i trust her with my life and it works and it rules i have it on repeat. try: place in the sun, tunnel lights
fallingwithscissors - the death and birth of an angel . sick as hell oh my god if u like screamy fast beep boop scary times. check it. try: (un)equivalent_exchange, atrophy:angel
friko - where we've been where we go from here . late-2000s discount arcade fire-y indie rock but more trembly vocals. rly rly addicting. try: where we've been, chemical
hoplites (?) - Παραμαινομένη . chinese and/or greek saxophone protest metal. don't totally know what's going on here but it sounds awesome. try: idk they're all in greek. the first one?
hurray for the riff raff - the past is still alive . yeehaw enjoyers! hello! great vocals super relaxing warm hug alt country. love. try: hawkmoon, colossus of roads
idles - tangk . fun dancey vibey not my absolute fav from them but it's some hits. it's def some hits. try: dancer, roy
ihsahn - ihsahn . aahhh i don't even know if i love love this but omg it's so fun. symphonic metal danny elfman energy with some weirdo fuckass screaming over it and is it good? what is good really. no question will get aux privileges taken away from u tho. try: twice born
nadine shah - filthy underneath . artsy pop rock something or other, really big sound super diverse instrumentally, super tight super cool. also sexy ass voice wtf. try: topless mother, french exit
quedeca - scrapyard . sadboi electro folk rap which is actually better and sweeter than it sounds. enjoyed against my will. try: texas blue, u tried that thing where ur human
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I just need Chloe to come home from a dentist appointment or something and feel a disturbance in the force the moment she walks in the door. Nadine is huddled on the bed sobbing and Chloe isn’t good with words exactly but she scoops Nadine into her arms like “there there honey” and feels her trembling and her mind races and she murmurs “I know you...probably don’t want to talk about it...” and there’s no answer from Nadine so she bites her lip. And then I want Chloe’s cell phone she threw on the couch in the other room to start ringing and she looks back in that direction in annoyance like I’ve been waiting for that call the whole week why did it have to come now
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@nadinehunt: ‘ do you want me to fix you a sandwich? ’
memes, accepting
“ please. ” he is cautiously loading textbooks on a chair. his stack of literature trembles like prehistoric rubble. (the books themselves belong to nadine. august needed a booster seat for his bear.)
and the boy sets his stuffed animal in chair. slouching into own seat, “ me and kody like peanut butter. ” a sly way of hinting he’d take two sandwiches.
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In Another Life Part 1- TASM! Peter Parker x OC
TASM! Peter Parker x Maeve Nadine
Description: Sometimes finding true love means going to another dimension.
Word Count: 2.1k
The dawn finally began to rise as Maeve watched Peter - her Peter, Peter 1 - finally stab the Green Goblin with the anti-serum in the neck from her place beside MJ, Rosemary, Ned and Doctor Strange. A quiet gasp left her lips, though it was drowned out by Norman’s own gasp as he staggered. The group watched as the man fell back on his haunches, a look of recognition on his face.
“Peter?” He questioned softly before his eyes landed on Peter 2. “What have I done?” A relieved laugh left Maeve, MJ, Ned and Rosemary as they watched the man basically surrender to Peter 1. Maeve watched as Peter 3 rushed to Peter 2’s aid, crouching by his side and pressing a hand to the latter’s back. It was probably to feel the stab wound’s severity.
“Maeve,” Rosemary called, effectively catching the girl’s attention. “Can’t you replicate Amy’s power to heal?” The girl thought about it for a moment.
“I don’t know if I can do interchanging powers, but it’s worth a shot,” she answered before sprouting wings from her back (likely mimicking some sort of angel) and flying down to meet the three Peters. The three of them looked up as she approached and they all offered her relieved smiles, though for different reasons.
“Maeve,” Peter 1 greeted, meeting her as she landed.
“How bad is it?” She asked as he led her closer to the other two.
“Pretty bad,” the boy answered anxiously. Maeve’s gaze landed on Peter 2 as her wings disappeared from behind her.
“It’s really not that bad,” the older Peter attempted to soothe as she dropped to her knees beside him. Nevertheless, he turned with Peter 3’s help to allow her to examine the wound. The girl glanced at her hands after looking at the stab wound, then took a deep breath.
“This may feel uncomfortable,” she muttered before pressing a hand to the wound. She offered him an apologetic look when he hissed in pain before focusing her energy on mimicking Amy’s power. After a moment a small glow emitted from the wound and she pulled her hand away. Everyone marveled at the now smooth skin; there wasn’t even a scar to be seen.
“How does it feel?” She asked Peter 3 anxiously. The man reached back to run a hand over where the wound used to be then laughed in disbelief.
“Good as new,” he answered, which made the others breathe a sigh of relief.
“How did you do that?” Peter 2 asked, shock and amazement evident on his face. Maeve shot him a shy smile.
“I can recreate people’s powers by just thinking of them,” she explained.
“That’s so cool,” he breathed out. The two of them shared a smile before a deep and chaotic rumbling was heard. They turned their attention to the sky only to see shadowy silhouettes forming above.
“Is that really happening, or am I dying?” Peter 2 questioned from beside them as all four of them slowly stood up.
“Oh, yeah, no. That’s happening, that’s real,” Peter 3 answered distractedly. Maeve’s gaze went from the sky to where Doctor Strange stood. She watched as he trembled, seemingly attempting to hold the universe itself together.
“Peter,” she trailed off, nodding towards the doctor when Peter 1 faced her. He seemed to understand what she was saying because he nodded then webbed over to him. Peter 2 followed after him, then Peter 3 wrapped an arm around Maeve and followed suit.
“What’s happening?” Peter 1 asked worriedly once they were all there.
“They’re starting to come through, and I can’t stop them,” Strange responded a bit distractedly.
“There’s gotta be something we can do,” Maeve said worriedly.
“Can’t you just cast the spell again? But the original way, before I screwed it up,” Peter 1 continued desperately. Strange just shook his head.
“We’re too late for that. They’re here! They’re here because of you.” Maeve bit her lip anxiously, barely missing when Peter 2 grabbed her hand and offered in a comforting squeeze. It wasn’t fair! They’d only just defeated those multiverse villains and now they had to deal with this. She wanted to cry, in fact she had already been tearing up when-
“What if everyone forgot who I was?” Peter 1 questioned.
“What?!” Strange and Maeve yelled in unison.
“They’re coming here because of me, right? Because I’m Peter Parker?” The boy continued. “So cast a new spell, but this time make everyone forget who Peter Parker is. Make everyone forget... me.” The doctor immediately refused, much to the girl’s relief. But the youngest Peter persisted.
“But it would work, right?”
“Yeah, it would work. But you gotta understand that would mean that everyone who knows and loves you, we,” Strange paused when his voice caught in his throat. “We’d have no memory of you. It would be as though you never existed.”
“I know,” the boy nodded, looking resigned. “Do it.” After a moment, Doctor Strange reluctantly nodded.
“You better go and say your goodbyes. You don’t have long,” he muttered. Peter thanked him then moved to leave, but paused when the man spoke.
“Call me Stephen.” Peter stopped, then faced him.
“Thank you, Stephen.” The doctor smiled.
“Yeah... still feels weird.” Peter smiled back, then moved towards the other two Peters and Maeve.
“Hey! Uh... I think this is it. I think you guys are about to go home,” he muttered, which reminded Maeve of the harsh reality. Peter 2 wasn’t from this universe, she would never be able to see him again. It seemed that the man also realized that because he squeezed the girl’s hand once again as he responded.
“Alright,” he muttered.
“Okay,” Peter 3 responded at the same time.
“Um, look, I, uh... thank you! I just want to- I want you- I want to tell you that... I really don’t know how to say this, I-” Peter 1 stumbled, not knowing how to say what he wanted to say to the other two Peters.
“Peter…” Peter 2 was cut off by the youngest.
“I want you to know that I’m-” he continued, which made all three of them smile.
“Peter,” Maeve caught his attention.
“You know. It’s what we do,” said with a knowing grin. Peter 1 returned his smile.
“Yeah. It’s what we do. Um... Right, I gotta find Rosemary, and Ned and MJ,” he spoke, moving to turn away. He quickly turned back around and hugged the other Peters, thanking them profusely. Once they pulled away, Peter 1 faced Maeve. She offered him a teary smile and let go of Peter 2’s hand to pull the younger boy into a tight hug.
“I’m going to miss you so much,” she muttered, voice cracking. Though she’d only known Peter for a few years, she couldn’t deny their sibling-like bond.
“I know,” Peter muttered quietly as he hugged her back. “I’ll miss you too.” After another minute of holding onto each other, they pulled away and she wiped away her tears.
“You should probably go find your friends,” she muttered, earning a nod from the boy. After offering her one last hug before jogging over to his friends and Rosemary. Once he was far enough from them, Peter 2 looked at her and Peter 3.
“I’ll give you guys some space,” he said before webbing back over to where Norman sat now with Doc Ock. Maeve’s eyes stayed on him for a minute as she debated on what to say to the boy beside her.
It was no secret that they’d gotten significantly closer since they’d met in Ned’s grandmother’s house. Before meeting Peter 3, she’d never believed in the concept of ‘love at first sight.’ But, to be fair, she didn’t know if it counted as such. Sure, she found him attractive when they first met, but it was just that. Then she watched him sympathize with her Peter, something she had experienced since she had been close with Tony Stark. That’s when it felt like something more. It was obvious that he felt the same way, though it wasn’t shown until they’d arrived at the Statue of Liberty. Now, they were faced with these feelings and the fact that they might never see each other ever again. It felt like there was so much she wanted to say, yet not enough time.
“I guess this is it, huh?” Is what she ultimately settled on. She knew it was lame, but that was honestly the best she could come up with.
“Yeah,” Peter 3 replied. It wasn’t quite awkward, but it was very unsure. Maeve nodded, offering him a weak smile when he looked at her. They stared at each other for a split second, then in the blink of an eye they were hugging. She could tell that he was trying not to use all his strength to hug her at the risk of breaking her back, but his grip on her was pretty tight. It wasn’t like she could say anything though, she was hugging him with the same amount of pressure.
“It was amazing to meet you,” she said softly, holding him tighter (if that were even possible at this point. “I’ll never forget you, Peter Parker.”
“And I will never forget you, Maeve Nadine,” he muttered into her ear. “Of course mine will actually be true because my memory won’t be erased or whatever that doctor is about to do.” That made Maeve laugh. It was a bittersweet, almost sad laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. When she lifted her chin from his shoulder their heads drew closer until their foreheads touched Maeve was ready to cry again as she stared into his deep brown eyes, she didn’t want to have to say goodbye. It felt like the multiverse was offering her everything she wanted then ripping it away as if it were some sick joke. Her eyes fell closed in an attempt to prolong the tears waiting to break loose. It wasn’t until she heard Rosemary speak that she opened them again.
“Isn’t there anything you could do?” At first she assumed that the girl was talking about Peter 1’s situation, but that was thrown out the window when Strange answered.
“It’s too dangerous, especially after all that’s happened. I’m already sending those guys back to their universes, it’s too risky for Maeve to go with them.” His response broke the girl’s heart, and she found herself holding on tighter to Peter 3.
“Please, doctor,” the younger girl begged softly. "If the person you loved was forced to be apart from you, wouldn't you try to do anything to be with them?" The man sighed and finally looked away from the sky long enough to look at Peter 3 and Maeve. The girl knew he was thinking about Ingrid, and he was putting her and himself in the situation. Strange sighed deeply.
“There’s a split second between when the spell is cast. If I’m quick enough I could probably open a portal for her after everyone else goes back to their universe,” he ultimately answered. Immediately hope shot through Maeve and she quickly pulled away from Peter 3.
“Are you serious?” She asked hopefully, earning a nod from Strange as he faced her.
“Yes, but there’s a catch.” The others groaned internally. Of course there was.
“What is it?” Peter 3 asked hesitantly.
“Because you’re not from this universe, you won’t be affected by the spell, but Maeve will be. I’m opening the portal after everyone but me loses their memories about our Peter. There’s a high chance that she won’t remember you. If things go right she’ll regain her memories when she sees something and/or someone familiar, like you. It’ll be up to you to find her though. Do you understand?” Peter 3 nodded immediately, a wide smile already on his face.
“Yeah, I got it.” Strange nodded at him, then his eyes landed on Maeve.
“Are you sure you want to do this? Once you’re in his universe, I won’t be able to bring you back. Especially with my memories replaced,” he questioned. The girl didn’t think twice before nodding.
“I want to do this,” she answered without hesitation, taking Peter 3’s hand. Strange nodded, then offered her a small smile.
“It was nice knowing you,” he spoke sincerely, offering her one more acknowledging nod before continuing the spell. Upon facing Peter 3 again she was pulled into another hug.
“I’ll find you, I promise,” he muttered into her shoulder.
“You better,” she jokes weakly as they pull away. She could already see the multiverse villains beginning to fade away behind him. As if sensing that their time was coming to an end, Peter 3 began leaning in. Before his lips could touch hers, she pressed a finger to them. He looked at her, confused, but she just smiled.
“Save it for when you find me,” she practically whispered. The boy laughed quietly and nodded before settling on kissing her forehead just before he finally faded away, leaving her standing alone. Everything went black for Maeve after that.
#spiderman#no way home#the amazing spider man#tasm!peter x oc#tasm!peter fanfiction#tasm!peter imagine
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closed starter for @scftglows || location: santa monica beach
the meeting with his label went exactly how alex expected: a complete disaster. the only good thing about its headquarters being located in santa monica, was that he could always run off to the beach when it all got too much: get some fresh air to clear his head. though his visits were usually over being too nervous before releasing something, this was the first time that he was heading here over having his heart broken by the people he never thought would cause such pain to him. a quick stop to his favorite juice shop: and alex soon found himself walking by the shore. getting lost into how good his mango pineapple smoothie was, and the peace that the waves crashing gave him: he ended up tripping over someone who was quietly sitting in the sand. “oh my God... i’m so sorry, i w-”, he couldn’t even finish his sentence before he completely froze, feeling his soul leave his body when noticing who was in front of him now.
of all places?... it was as if he had manifested her over how much he had been thinking her lately (more than usual) over now being ‘again’ in a very public ‘relationship’. sharing to the world very similar moments he lived with her: but that was genuine, and this other thing felt so wrong. he suddenly began to wonder if josie had heard about it all by now, and that only made his heart sink further. “i... i had no idea you’d be here, i just, i was, i-”, he rambled, his voice trembling. this was the first time he directly addressed her ever since the night they parted ways, and he certainly wasn’t ready for such. let alone feeling at his worst after his pathetic meeting. and this was L.A after all... what if there were cameras around them? what would a ‘is alex park cheating on nadine luna with josie choi?, oh my God Jolex is back!’ type of scandal mean to his little facade?. would it fuck everything up?. he had to get out of here fast. “listen i... i d-didn’t wanna interrupt the moment you were having so i’ll just... yeah imma just... yeah. s-sorry”, he awkwardly motioned behind him, turning now in an attempt to flee the scene as he also fought back the tears threatening to form in his eyes as he began to walk the other way.
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spotted at met steps , persephone grimaldi , ace valmount’s on-off enemies with benefits wc , christina nadin , wearing last season’s jimmy choo ? i’d leave the steps in the next 24 hours before nepoupdates catches them & if it were me , i’d definitely go back to the checklist of golden rules .
christina nadin. she/her. cis woman. ›spotted at the met steps , persephone grimaldi , most likely listening to place de la république by cœur de pirate with their airpods pro . the twenty two year old gained quite a reputation , known to be -impassive yet +sagacious to anyone who knows them . you’ll easily spot them when you hear about warm wind blowing across light - drenched balconies reflecting azure seas , faint smiles disguising frigid glances from disinterested eyes , fingers trembling with crimson - tipped exhaustion as they dance over another key , quiet innocence & divinity of polished halo as the worst form of unknowing seduction , followed by mon paris by yves saint laurent . latest nepoupdates article talks about her no longer speaking to her older brother after arguing about his desire to step down as heir apparent , but i guess any reputation is good reputation . * / filling wc for: ace valmount’s on - off enemies with benefits.
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Me With The Vales Rejoice Chao
A Nostril Wide Inhaling Terror Trembling Dao
He Laughing Like Transient Day Beil
Small Sitting Under The Seel
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And Join With Soft Face Turns Slovene
Fields Are In Every Heart Nadine
Steed The Night The Qingdao
Worm I Er My Ow
#poem#poetry#computationallygenerated#poet#poets#poems#nltk#python#linguistics#fauxe#robot_poetry#poemtype2
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Brrrr -@jedilovcd (I'm sorry I know I have a lot of stuff from you I haven't replied to but this one looked really cute 🥺)
Send in 'Brrrr' to find my muse in a snow storm!
From beneath the surface the icefloes looked like small sheep-clouds wandering slowly and contently over a bright blue sky that was the waters surface above her head while Ziv swamm on her back, nimbly using her tail and webbed paws to swiftly move forward. Her lungs were made to stay longer udnerwater, still the young woman turned around and as agile as a fish break through the surface of the water and swamm to the edge of the small river.
It was snowing and the flakes landed for one second on the pale water only to melt into a grey liquid the next second. The snow was nothing but white curtaine that was so thick it was almost impossible to look through, yet the browns of Nadines hair, the blue of her tunics and the yellow of ZIvs tunic neatly folded on her lap were easy to make out as the other woman was sitting waiting by the riverside on a stone that was almost completly swallowed by the thick snow around them.
Every sound on Illum was swallowed by the snow eagerly.
“You know how long it had been since I had had seen the real Kriff! I loe the real Kriff, Like kriff this, I have dreamed of the real Kriff”, Ziv happily cheeped towards the riverside, turned around and laying there like a vacationer in the strandkorb, swamm on her back with her small paws folded on her stomach and only using her tail to move in the water. The air was so cold it seemed to cut through her lungs and the Tynnan eagerly breathed in even more- it felt nice, better than the warm, stinking air on Couruscant. It felt like a home. “I kriffing love this!”, she purred, rolled around and dabble around like a little child through the floes. There was a quiet answer from Nadine that was too far away for the Tynnan to hear through the curtaine of snow, yet considering in how many layers of clothes the other Healer was wrapped the young woman was pretty sure even if she would have heard it Nadine would have trembled too much to bring out a proper sentences.
Ziv rolled around again, rubbing the icy water in her fluffy cheeks before, slowly and with a heavy heart she made her way over to the riverside.
Huffing Ziv pushed herself with her small paws on the ice out of the water, enjoying the cold wind that even when her colourless pelt was drenched could not reach her skin and instead let icecrystals grew on her pelt like jewelery: “Okaaaaaay, I will be kriffing merciful for once. Lets go back to the ship and see if the pups are back- hopefully with some kybercrystals- so we can continue beeing kriffing babysitters, before you will freeze to the soil.”
[ @jedilovcd ]
#dear grace I will gladly start a thausand other theards with you. do not apologize for fickleinspiration and strenght. thats nothing to#apologize for c:#jedilovcd
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X-Men: First Class rewrite - Part 2 -Erik Lehnsherr, Magento
warnings; Violence, erik angsty
word count: 866 words
pairings: Erik x Nadine!OC
You were the daughter of a human and a Quareen creature. There was no love in the relationship and from a young age he left you and your mother alone. Your mother worked very hard and had so much determination to create a good life for you. Your powers came to you when you were nine years old. It was after a gym class where a boy had kicked a ball to the back of your head. It hurt a bit and you went to the nurse's office to get an ice pack. Later that day, your head began to hurt terribly, you were sensitive to sound, light and movement. Then you started hearing all the voices and you started seeing their nightmares. You would wake up in the middle of night, your dream about your classmate being hunted.
Then one year you showed your true Quareen form. You remember growing severely embarrassed by a child that you had grown feverish. Then you transformed into fiery dangerous natural figure of a Quareen. Your mother had pulled you from the school and you started going to school at the local church. She had been very strict about hiding your powers and wanting you to act normal. Then one day she had made you angry and you lit the house on fire, killing your mother in the process.
When you met Erik it was a busy day in the office you worked at. You were a personal assistant always ridiculed and never thanked. ERik had noticed something different about you. You had come into the room, a fresh cup of coffee for your boss, the man had the audacity to spill the drink over your white blouse, embarrassing you. The coffee didn't burn your skin because you ran hot but your bra showed through the material of your shirt.
Erik had been the one to make the man shut up, you quickly learned that Erik was coming after your boss to kill him. You hadn't stopped him and even showed him your powers. He had a fascination with you, the way you would focus on your victim, their heart beginning to face, sweat beaded on their forehead, their body trembled in fear. Erik had been turned on by your power, your victim fell to their knees, their hand clutching at his chest as his life was taken away from him.
He had immediately asked you out for a drink where you shared your secrets and revealed your past. In the short time you felt as though you could trust him, and he decided to never take that for granted.
The two of you were on a mission, you were in a fitting gray dress. Erik had worn a crisp gray suit, purple highlighted in his tie and handkerchief. To combat the cold, you wore a matching purple coat while he opted for a gray Hench coat and hat. Erik was there to present something valuable to the man, he would hopefully want this item and Erik will be able to gain information. He had sat the briefcase on the desk before opening it to reveal blocks of Nazi gold.
"Possession of that gold is illegal. I should inform the police." The man started, though Erik was hardly phased as he blinked at the man.
"Let's not play this game." Erik suggested.
"Where did you get it?"
"A friend. He recommended your bank most highly."
"I see. Do you know our terms, sir?"
"Yes, and you should know mine." Erik smiled at the man before reaching forward to look at the pictures on his desk. He sets them down, his face growing serious. "This is blood money, and you are going to help me find the bastards responsible for this." he paused, staring up at the man, you redirected your eyes to see Erik holding back the man from pressing what you assumed was a panic button. Erik clicked his tongue, shaking his index finger at the man.
"Now you are going to hit yourself." You spoke in the man's mind as his hand went flying up to hit himself in the face.
"Don't touch that alarm." Erik warned, as he stood from his chair and rounded the desk. "I want Schmidt. Klaus Schmidt." Erik hit at the man's chest. "Where is he??"
"Our clients don't prove addresses. We're not-." He started before Erik lurched forward.
"Not that sort of bank, huh?" Erik's hand came up to the man's face, two fingers pinching together as the man began groaning in pain. "Metal fillings, eh?" he mocked, as he continued to pull with his magnetic force. "Not gold. Worried someone might steal them?"
"Argentina! Schimdt is in Argentina!" The man yelled. "Villa Gesel! Please!" Erik pulled harder, one of the metal fillings flinging to his hand. The man's hand came up to grasp his mouth. You moved forward as Erik said, "Thank you."
"I would love to kill you." Erik remarked. "So, mark my words. If you harm anyone, I'm coming...we will find you." He moved away from the man as you stepped closer.
You dipped your chin, connecting into the man's mind, "You will never speak of this, but you will never forget."
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I decided to room with Lilith again my second year. Things got, um, interesting last semester. We didn’t talk about it much afterward, and I don’t know if it was a one time thing or, like, an ongoing thing but... yeah. It was weird, but not like I didn’t enjoy it. (It was really good, actually >.< )
Lilith doesn’t seem to mind, so I’m gonna just play it chill, ya know? We’re just two roommates who get a long and had a thing.
Once.
Yeah. >_>
-Loni
(Art by @nadine-the-pnk. Will decide later if I want this blog to include the full NSFW content or not. o_o” )
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What other people did
Not her safety-obsessed partner swapping military issue boots for this. Not Nadine, on the floor next to an enormous cardboard box and surrounded by crumpled brown paper padding, lacing up a pair of rollerblades.
Chloe did not try to hide the mirth in her voice. "What's all this, then?"
Nadine gave her a look as she tightened the plastic braces. Click, click, click.
"'I'm done with Shoreline' means 'I'm learning an entire new sport'?"
Nadine, again, ignored her. Or maybe she was just more focused on clambering to her feet. Well, not her feet. Clambering to her wheels.
On hands and knees, she first lifted a leg and set one rollerblade upright, rolled it a few inches back and forth, biting her lip.
"Nadine, you need a helmet."
"After the shit we did in India?" The former merc snapped. "Climbing those hundred meter statues? Jumping that train? Really?"
So this was it. Chloe sighed, rubbing between her eyes. "Love...don't lose your highly developed self-preservation instinct just because you've met me."
Nadine was on one and a half rollerblades now, trembling like a baby deer, one arm on her mattress.
"Or do,” Chloe remarked. “This is hard to watch."
Nadine scoffed at her, and pulled herself onto the mattress, both blades on the floor, to sit down.
"Do the skates stay on during sex?"
"Shut up."
Chloe smirked at her. "With that attitude I might reconsider getting this mess of yours out of the way so you can have a clear shot to the living room."
Nadine was rolling each foot back and forth. She was biting her lip again, and her glance out the door was adorkable.
She didn't think she could make it.
"Give me a minute," she muttered.
"Come on, mate. Bed to couch and back.”
“I’m--the threshold.”
Chloe looked at the tiny speedbump of wood by the door. “Step over it.”
“Ja, I’ll just step over it!” Nadine exclaimed. “Like that isn’t at least five levels of difficulty past where I am right now? I’m still working on standing up. Christ. This was a bad idea--”
“Nadine--”
“--Oof!”
Chloe had tackled Nadine’s upper body with a leap. Nadine’s shapely arms pushed her off and into the pillows, scoffing.
“You knocked the wind out of me.”
“You had it coming. Stop overthinking it.”
Nadine looked at her suspiciously. “You just want me to faceplant on the floor in this room before I even get there.”
“As long as you stay there long enough for me to take a photo.”
Thus incensed, Nadine pushed off the bed.
She was so much taller on wheels. And so much less coordinated, too. Nadine didn’t glide across the room as much as run, her steps too quick, her legs too straight, making what could only be described as a yelp as she grabbed hold of the door frame for dear life.
Chloe was dying. There were tears in her eyes. Even Nadine’s angry flush being focused back at her like a death ray couldn’t stop her laughter.
“Baahahahahahaha--Nadine--the look on your face--”
Nadine had enough and pushed off the door frame into the living room, after stepping very slowly and shakily over the threshold, but there she may have panicked. She didn’t reach the couch.
There was, after all, a coffee table in the way.
Why Nadine had been more nervous about the theshold than an entire piece of furniture, Chloe didn’t know. The woman had a knack for plans of attack. Maybe she didn’t think the coffee table would betray her the way it did.
“--hahaha, Jesus, are you okay?”
Chloe had run out of the bedroom. She couldn’t fight back her laughter at the way the former soldier had gone down. It was like the skates had shot out from beneath her as she tried to brake to avoid the table, and she landed with a slam on her back.
“Nadine! Come on, it was just your first try. Went about as well as anyone’s, I think.”
But Nadine hadn’t gotten back up. She was apparently dead of embarrassment, hiding her face with her folded arms, on the floor.
Chloe sank to her knees beside her and patted Nadine’s side. “You’re even more tense and grumpy than normal, mate.”
She heard Nadine mumble, “Not my best moment.”
“Did you think I was making fun of you?” Chloe said. “Look...I’m not good at the people thing. I didn’t mean it like that.”
Nadine dropped her arms and looked at her now. She jerked up, the strength of her abdominal muscles bringing her to a seated position. She crossed her legs with difficulty.
Chloe heard her sigh.
“I’m grumpy because I knew I was going to fall.”
Chloe breathed a chuckle. “China, there wasn’t any avoiding it. Even if you knew how to do it.”
“I first saw someone skate in a movie. Or on a show. When I was eleven? Twelve?”
Nadine said it as she padded on hands, knees, and rollerblade toes around the table to the couch.
“Don’t tell me your mummy and daddy refused to buy you them. Said you’d crack your skull.”
Nadine looked at her with a smile now, but it wasn’t the smile Chloe wanted from her. It was a smile so thin it looked about to break.
“Did I guess right?” Chloe said.
“I thought that it was...something other people did. I had to be studying or training, you know. I was old enough then to know.”
Somehow that was even worse.
Chloe might have heard Nadine sigh as she pulled herself onto the couch.
“Come on, mate,” Chloe said. “It’s just roller skates. Fun isn’t some sort of exclusive club. Everyone gets to have it.”
“You don’t get to have it if you want to prove yourself. Or...repay your parents by showing them the success they want you to have--”
“Let me stop you right there,” Chloe snapped. “If you’re still thinking about what your Dad will think--”
“Frazer,” Nadine was looking at her feet in something like the cutest embarrassment ever. “The look on his face if he saw me doing something like this--”
“You’ll be good at it by the time he sees you. So you’ll just skate away really fast, eh?”
Now a real smile broke across Nadine’s face, and Chloe leaned in and kissed the top of her curls. Nadine was shaking a little. It was deep laughter. She was trying to hold it back.
“You like my idea, china?”
“Ja.”
Chloe held out her arms. Nadine struggled, balancing on the two parallel lines of wheels, to stand, and took them.
“It’s like learning to walk again,” Nadine mumbled, her eyes on the ground. “It’s terrible.”
“You’ll be tearing apart Johannesburg in no time. They’ll be giving you speeding tickets,” Chloe murmured. She was towing Nadine now. She took her partner on a trip to the refrigerator, where Nadine opened the freezer by accident by grabbing the handle in a panic. Chloe took out a six-pack of Castle Lager from the chamber beneath it and kissed her cheek.
“Frazer it’s not even four o’clock.”
“These aren’t for drinking, mate. They’re your obstacle course.”
Nadine held on to the counter, confused, as Chloe picked up the coffee table and set it against the wall. Then she arranged the bottles in a line on the floor.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Nadine asked as she walked back over to her. “And my house is about to be full of broken glass.”
“Then we’ll just go buy more, love.”
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Out of Character (Rafe Cameron) Part 12
Author's Notes: This was inspired by the episode Parcel 9. I really wanted to show a real boiling point between the two families, despite the working relationship between Anthony and Ward - and how they have to deal with their children's actions. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment!! xoxo
Warnings: Angst, abuse - emotional and borderline physical, violence, swearing , mentions of drugs,
*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo
Anthony Mercer was livid when he got the call from his boss that his daughter was at Tannyhill. Not only was she at Tannyhill, but in the shower with Rafe Cameron. He didn't know how long she had been there, but he didn't care to. He muttered a quick, "thank you" to Ward Cameron then hung up his phone while his blood pressure began to rise.
He had boys from The Cut coming through his windows and boys from Figure Eight knocking on his front door. He didn't know what to do with his daughter any more. He ran a hand over his face before he grabbed his keys off of his desk and stalked out of his office to go pick up Gemma.
Anthony Mercer pulled his car around the drive of Tannyhill, a heavy exhale escaping his nose when he saw Gemma standing on the front step with Rafe Cameron. He put the car in park, but kept the engine running.
"Get in the car, Gemma." Anthony stated as he got out of the driver's side and took the few steps towards the young couple.
"Dad -"
"I don't want to hear it. Get in the car." Anthony growled with a stern point of his index finger at Gemma then the Mercedes.
"Mr. Mercer, I was going to bring her home. I found her on The Cut -" Rafe began with a scratch on the back of his neck.
"And then you got her in the shower with you? You were going to bring her home right after that?" Anthony Mercer seethed as he looked his bosses son up and down.
"Dad, stop." Gemma demanded as she reached for Rafe's bicep and stood close to him.
"You're not staying here, Gemma. Get in the car, I'm taking you home." Anthony reached for her wrist, but Rafe put a hand out to stop him.
"Don't put your hands on her, man." Rafe glared, all his respect for his father's employee and his girlfriend's father vacating his body. If Gemma didn't want to leave, she didn't have to. Especially not at her father's hand.
"Get out of my way, Rafe. You've done enough." Anthony replied through gritted teeth and a push of Rafe's hand.
"I've done enough? You locked Gemma in her bedroom like an inmate for a week. You called her a whore. I think you should leave." Rafe replied with a scoff, his signature smirk across his face.
"Listen, here. I know about the money you took from your father. How you bought your bike over there with that generator money. I also know about your little drug habit. I know everything, Son. What Gemma knows, I know. What your father knows, I know. I am the eyes and ears on this island, so you better watch how you talk to me." Anthony growled as he stood toe to toe with Rafe.
Rafe pursed his lips and glared at the older man, but said nothing back. Anthony Mercer had him cornered. Although Rafe kept his stance firm in front of Gemma, he did not stop Anthony from taking hold of her and pulling her towards the Mercedes.
Gemma looked back at him with sad eyes before she ducked her head down under the frame of the car, her father closing the door harshly after her. Anthony Mercer tossed one final glare at Rafe before he got in the car and drove off just as another person walked up the long drive towards the tall Cameron boy.
"Oh, did I miss your girlfriend?" Barry called as he made his way up the drive.
"Shit. Barry, you can't be here." Rafe panicked as he made his way off the stone steps of Tannyhill and walked towards the shorter man.
"Well, I was just coming by to check on that money you still owe me. You gave me another bitches number, and you still owe for all that coke. So I was just checking in on you, Baby Boy. But, seems like I'm not the only one who has an issue with your ass." Barry grinned as he looked the taller man up then down before his eyes trailed over to the Mercedes that took off down the street.
"I..I don't have your money right now. But if you give me until the weekend at the latest, I'll have it to you." Rafe stammered out, a hand running over his face as his eyes flickered over the property to make sure no one else had seen Barry walk up.
"The weekend? Who do you think I am? Fucking loans till pay day? You owe me money, Cameron." Barry growled, grabbing Rafe at the elbow and wrist, twisting his body towards the motorcycle that sat close to the steps.
Rafe fought against the grip on his left arm, but Barry was surprisingly strong for his size. Barry wrestled Rafe over towards the exhaust of the bike which was still hot from the quick ride Rafe had taken Gemma on around the property before Anthony Mercer broke up the party. Rafe roared in pain as his forearm singed against the hot metal of the exhaust, his free hand gripped at Barry's shin in an attempt to get him to let go.
"You pay me now. Right now." Barry ordered as he pushed Rafe's arm off the exhaust, grabbed his wallet from his back pocket to take whatever money laid inside. He shuffled through the bills, took the out then tossed Rafe's wallet onto his lap as he sat on the ground clutching his singed forearm.
"Next time, I come back and I take something from inside Daddy's house instead of just your allowance. You hear me, Country Club?" Barry muttered as he crouched down in front of Rafe and gave his face a playful jab.
Rafe nodded with a wince before he laid on his back, his arm against his chest as he released a heavy breath.
"You have until Saturday." Barry stated firmly as he stood up straight and began to make his way off the property again.
Rafe laid on his back, looking up at the clear blue sky before he let out a scream of pain and frustration. Barry had taken all of his money, everything he had. And he still owed him more. The only thing he had was his bike, but that wasn't going anywhere.
Hot tears of frustration burned the corners of his eyes as he came up with his plan. He knew his father had business meetings today around this time. Ward Cameron had called Gemma's father, told him where she was and then made his way out of the house. Rafe knew had a bit of time to get in and out of the Warden's office.
He only needed one Rolex to cover his tab with Barry.
**
Rafe Cameron had never been so nervous. He wasn't the type to usually get nervous. But something about driving in complete silence, late at night deep into The Cut with his father felt ominous. His heart raced in his chest and he felt like he was going to be sick. He wasn't sure what Ward's plan was once they reached Barry's house, but he knew it couldn't possibly be good.
"Dad, I learned my lesson. Please. It's just a couple hundred dollars." Rafe mumbled after Ward Cameron put the car in park outside the run down home, weeds growing higher than the SUV.
"And her?" Ward questioned with a point of his finger through the windshield at an idling car a few feet in front of them.
Rafe's heart dropped to his feet as he noticed the Mercedes Gemma's father drove. He unbuckled his seat belt and opened his door, but Ward grabbed his arm just above his burn mark and squeezed.
"Stay in the car. Do not go near her. You understand me?" Ward demanded as he unfastened his own seat belt and got out of the car without Rafe's response.
Rafe shook with both fear and anticipation in the front of his father's SUV. He had no idea what was going on outside the tinted windows. He could only see the faint glow of the fire on Barry's property, and the taillights of Anthony Mercer's car. His fingers trembled as he took his phone out of his front pocket. As went to type Gemma a message a commotion of voices out by the fire cause his fingers to pause.
Rafe cautiously opened his door and got out of the car. In front of him, he watched as Gemma did the same thing. Before he was able to acknowledge his girlfriend, or touch her, he watched as his father kicked Barry in the face as he bent over to pick the remainder the money he was owed.
"Dad."
"I told you to stay in the car. And to stay away from her." Ward glared, his tone even with anger. He rolled up his sleeves to his forearm as he grabbed the cell phone from the back of Barry's pocket then nodded to Anthony Mercer who stood just behind the fire.
"Gemma, I said to stay in the car." Anthony grumbled as he walked around the edge of the fire pit to take the cell phone from Ward's hands.
"Why are we even here?" Gemma asked as she took a few tentative steps towards the father's, her hand reaching for Rafe's.
"If you're going to be a Mercer, you're going to act like a Mercer. No more sneaking around with boys from The Cut, and running off with the Cameron's. We came here for respect, Gemma. And we're going to get it." Anthony replied, his voice low, as he handed the cell phone to Gemma and she recognized it as her own.
"That's mine." Gemma whispered as she reached for her cell phone, just out of reach in her father's grasp.
"Then why does a cocaine dealer on The Cut have it, Gemma?" Anthony asked as he held the device between his fingers, as if it were cards.
"It must have fallen out of my pocket earlier when we -"
"When nothing, Gemma Nadine. This phone? Gone. You are not to see that Maybank boy again. Or Topper Thornton." Anthony glared as he pulled his elbow back and tossed the phone as far as he could into the brush that surrounded Barry's house. He threw the device so far, Gemma didn't even hear it land.
"Dad, you can't let him talk to her like this." Rafe scoffed as he released his hand from Gemma's white knuckle grip, shook his hand out, and took a few tentative steps towards his own father.
Ward Cameron watched, his mouth drawn in a thin line, as his son took the bold steps towards him but did not stand directly in front of him. He could still see the way his eldest child held his shoulders up high, tense with anticipation.
"I can, and I will. You've gotten away with a lot, Rafe. But not anymore. You're a thief, a liar and a cheat. If you want to play this piece of shit along and cheat him out of money, that's fine. But not me. Not in my house." Ward stated, far too calmly for Rafe's liking.
"Dad -" Rafe replied, a deep tremor in his voice.
"If you want to be here so bad, then stay here. You're not welcome back at Tannyhill."
With less than a full scan of Rafe's full height, Ward Cameron turned on his heel and made his way back to the SUV. Rafe let out a deep breath, his heart racing as he realized what his father had just said to him. He looked from the spot his father had just stood over to his girlfriend as tears streamed down her face.
"Baby -" Gemma whispered as she began to step over to him, her hands outstretched to comfort him.
"Get in the car, Gemma." Anthony demanded sternly, a hand gripped at the back of her neck.
"But what about -"
"Car!" Anthony shouted as he released his grip on her with a shove of her shoulder and a glare at Rafe.
Rafe winced at the sound of Anthony's yell and watched as Gemma shuffled towards the Mercedes. His heart broke as he watched her get in the car with a loud sob, pleading with her father to let her stay to say goodbye to Rafe. The argument between parent and child was out of earshot, and Rafe wasn't sure he wanted to hear it anyways.
Rafe shut his eyes as he pushed his hands through his hair, he wouldn't cry over his father. But he would cry over Gemma. His heart fucking ached as he watched the taillights of the Mercedes drive away on the dirt path. Gemma didn't have her phone anymore, and he wasn't going to run into the brush to retrieve it for her. At least not in the middle of the night.
"Well, Country Club. That was fucked up. You and your girl got some daddy issues." Barry groaned from his spot in front of the fire as he propped himself up on his hands and knees before he gathered the strength to stand back up.
**
The next morning JJ Maybank woke up to a tight anxious feeling in his chest. It wasn't something unusual for him, but this feeling was different than the usual anxiety that sat heavy on his heart. He couldn't explain the feeling - he rarely could. But something didn't feel right.
From the moment he woke up he felt as though something was wrong. He began turning The Chateau upside down looking for something. The couch cushions tossed aside, tables turned over, cabinet doors left open and clothing pulled from their once rightful drawers as he searched.
"Is this you starting Spring cleaning? Because it's almost August." John B grumbled as he scuffed his feet across the floor from his bedroom and into the kitchen.
"Something isn't right." JJ replied as he pushed a bunch of empty beer cans off the counter, letting them crash to the floor.
"Why would you do that?" John B sighed as he pushed a hand through his thick hair.
"Something doesn't feel wrong to you?" JJ asked, his hands wild as he gesticulated.
"Man, I'll be honest. Things have been wrong for a while. So, I don't really know what you want me to say." John B sighed with a scratch to the back of his neck.
As JJ went to reply the door to The Chateau burst open and a disgruntled looking Pope ran in. He pulled his hat off his head and looked at the mess JJ had created around the small home.
"Don't ask." John B muttered as he made his way towards the fridge for something to eat.
"What's going on? Someone cancel math camp?" JJ questioned, eyebrows raised at his friend.
"My dad was talking to Anthony Mercer this morning and he said last night Ward kicked Rafe out. And Anthony tossed Gemma's phone into the marsh. Kook dads went postal on The Cut last night." Pope panted, hands on his knees as he caught his breath.
"Ward Cameron kicked Rafe out?" John B stated, he didn't like the the proclaimed Kook King, but he knew the feeling of being on the outs with your father.
"And Gemma's dad cracked! Guys, this feels bad." Pope whispered, his already wide eyes on the verge of falling out of his head.
"That's because it is bad, Pope. Ward Cameron and Anthony Mercer together are explosive. I don't know what they're up to, but it's bad." JJ growled as he pushed his hands through his hair then stormed off to his bedroom down the hallway.
He wouldn't let Anthony Mercer lock Gemma in that room again.
Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - thank you for your support, and I'm sorry this one was kind of sad xoxo
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