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thesunicarusfellfor · 4 years ago

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WAIT WAIT— what if 👀 what if Yandere!Tubbo and Yandere!Tommy falling for the reader at the same time

BROO— THE ANGST POSSIBILITIES

ooooooOOOOO DAMN this one is gonna be good! I love the way you think! So I wrote this as headcanons, but I will write this as an actual story if requested. ^^

This is not exactly implied romantic??? I'm still scared about writing their characters as directly romantic????? I'll probably get braver about it but still lowkey worried.

Yandere!C!Tommy x GN!Reader x Yandere!C!Tubbo Headcanon/Fic

Tommy, at first, completely denied even acknowledging your existence.

Until he saw someone interact with you.

Then he would start pulling out his sword or glaring at them from across the room.

He would definitely pin them in an alleyway and threaten every single one of their canon lives.

Tommy, please. Niki was just trying to give you cookies.

He's the kind of Yandere that would greatly keep his distance both physically, emotionally and mentally. Basically, he would be a Tsundere Yandere.

Tubbo, on the other hand, would be extremely sweet to you.

Need netherite? He had an extra few ingots ready in his pockets!

Interacting with someone who wasn't him? Was he not good enough for you??? Fine. You don't deserve him.

He would cry to you and make you feel guilty OR completely ignore you for a week straight until you come crawling back to him and apologizing.

Straight up can flip emotions like a switch.

The first time either of them realized the other liked you as well, was when they were listening to Mellohi on their bench, watching the sunset when they saw you having a conversation with Ranboo at the bottom of the cliff.

"What're they doing talking to him?" Tommy growled lowly and leaned forward to glared at the enderman who was talking to you. He reached for his bow n' arrow before Tubbo grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks, "What? I don't want them talking to anyone but me."

"What do you mean 'anyone but you'?! You avoid them like they're a virus!" Tubbo stared at him, digging his fingers into Tommy's bicep a small bit to show his anger a bit more, "They should only be talking to me."

The blond turned towards his brunet friend and yanked his arm out of his grasp, "Excuse me?" He glared into Tubbo's dull blue eyes, gritting his teeth, "You do nothing but give them stuff!"

"And you treat them like shit and avoid them!" The smaller of the two retorted angrily, trying to keep his tone level enough to where you didn't hear.

Mellohi, the music that had been playing mere moments ago, slowly came to a stop and left nothing but silence and tension in the air. You had noticed them arguing from below, but Ranboo (who had heard their entire argument) decided to pull you away from them and bring you to the Tundra.

"Are you trying to take everything from me?!" Tommy tightened his grip on his diamond sword, although part of him knew that if Tubbo equipped his netherite armour, there would be absolutely no competition whatsoever.

"Take things from you?! They're a human being and you choose to ignore that fact when you ignore them or call them terrible names!"

"I treat everyone like that! You already have Ranboo, I don't understand why you're chasing after them with hearts in your eyes when you're fuckin' married! Loyal much! Oh wait, you aren't loyal, you EXILED ME!"

"It's platonic! I told you that already! And you're starting this again now, Tommy?!"

Ranboo actually felt nervous leaving you alone around both Tommy AND/OR Tubbo after hearing their entire argument that day.

Tommy, although now a lot nicer, became extremely clingy towards you and constantly would walk over and drag you away mid-conversation with anyone that wasn't him. ESPECIALLY if you were talking to Tubbo.

Man would bring you everywhere with him if you would let him.

Netherite mining? Get your pick.

To get new discs? Pack your bags, we're going on an adventure.

Straight up does everything he can do to get you away from Tubbo because he's petty.

He tried giving you as many gifts as Tubbo, but mans is broke.

Tubbo would get extremely annoyed by Tommy even just walking through the area when he was with you.

Would start to hold your hand or link arms with you (if you're comfortable), just so Tommy couldn't pull you away as easily.

Started to try guilt-tripping you into living in Snowchester, and even tried to get you to live in the mansion.

Ranboo actually lied to Tubbo, saying he was scared of enderwalking and hurting you, to convince Tubbo not to guilt-trip you further into living in the mansion.

Tubbo's constant gift-giving got so much more extreme.

Want netherite ingots to make armour?

Nope. No lifting a finger.

He already made you fully enchanted netherite god armour anyway.

Has definitely tried to convince Ranboo to let him involve you in the platonic marriage.

"Ranboo! My beloved!" Tubbo called jokingly, walking into their home. He kicked the snow on his boots before pulling down his hood and taking off his hat, hanging it on the hook as he took off his footwear, "I have a proposition for you!"

The monochrome-coloured man lifted his head and set down the journal in his hand, the ink likely still wet judging by the quill in his hand, "Yeah? What's that?" He placed the feathered pen in the pot of ink and turned to face his platonic husband.

"What would you say to extending our marriage to three people? Like a polyamorous relationship. Like Sapnap, Karl and Big Q?" Tubbo sat down in the chair beside him, watching as Ranboo was left reeling for a few seconds.

"W-well, one, I think you mean expanding. Two, with who?!" The tall male sat up quickly, bumping his leg on the table from his minor flailing, "A-and, and, what about Michael? Are you sure they can be trusted with him?"

Tubbo held out his hand to calm his friend down, making his friend put his hands down so he didn't accidentally hit something, "You know what I meant, and (Y/n)! Y'know... Like, the one with (h/l) (h/c) hair, (tall/short)! (Y/n), them!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know who they are, it's just..." He paused to gather his words, glancing away from his friend. In all reality, he wouldn't mind inviting you into the platonic marriage, even if he knew Tubbo felt more romantic feelings towards you. He didn't shut up about it. It was the fact that he was worried about what kind of mental manipulation Tubbo would do to you if you did agree to be in the marriage. Or even what Tommy would do to you or Tubbo!

"...Just?"

'Your relationship with Tommy is beyond screwed already... Imagine what would happen if both of his friends left him to be in a platonic relationship with me. Tubbo, all of us would be in severe danger.' He thought silently before taking a breath. "I-I don't have my enderwalking state under control... I'm already scared for Michael enough, and I don't want to hurt her as well... Give it some time and we'll see. Please.." He whispered, lying through his teeth. Ranboo knew you were damn good at protecting yourself and could knock his long and lanky ass to the dirt within seconds.

Tubbo's bright shiny eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment as his smile began to falter, "Ah... Yeah. I guess that makes sense. For their safety I suppose." His normal look returned and he gave him a smile, "Yeah, that does make a lot of sense. I'll ask again next month to see what happens."

"What... What about Tommy-"

"What about him?" He demanded sharply, his smile vanishing in mere seconds which caught Ranboo off guard yet again, "He doesn't need to be in their life. He would do more harm to them than good!"

Ranboo was left gaping, his mouth moving but not creating any sounds. He watched as Tubbo eyed him carefully before he got up, murmuring something about grabbing food then going to bed.

Once the goat hybrid was completely out of sight, Ranboo reached for his memory book and took the quill again.

'Protect (Y/n) from Tubbo and Tommy. Get them out of DreamSMP.'

Ranboo was scared for you.

He was stuck watching as these crazy two men fought over you, threatened you, manipulated you... It was worrying, to say the least.

Don't get him wrong. If he didn't have an adopted son, a platonic husband that he still cared about despite him being another Dream at this point, and a Syndicate to protect him from, he would've packed everything and ran, bringing you with him.

He was practically walking on eggshells around this man that he had once been extremely close to!

It practically sent shivers down his spine...

Eventually, it got to the point where Ranboo had gone to your house in the ungodly hours of the morning to talk to you.

This man LITERALLY crept into Tubbo's room AND Tommy's house to make sure they were both asleep before going to talk to you.

"Ran... Boo?" You asked, yawning softly as you leaned against the door, your hair all frizzy and messed up, "What's up? It'sssss... Like 5:30am. The sun is barely even up..."

"(Y/n)... Can we go inside? Please... There's something very wrong.." He murmured softly, his memory book tightly held in his grasp as he glanced around. Tommy could be waking up sometime soon, and he did not want to get caught talking to you. He would certainly be down a canon life before he could even say 'sorry'.

You watched the nervous man in front of you and nodded before stepping aside to let him in. Peaking outside, you looked around for what was causing him to panic but went back inside once you didn't see anything. "What's wrong?" Softening your tone, you gestured for him to sit at the table while you made coffee.

Once he had a fresh mug of coffee in front of him, Ranboo slowly began to gather his nerve and speak. He told you everything he could remember, and even opened his memory book to tell you about the things he didn't remember. Everything from the fight where Tommy and Tubbo's friendship completely went downhill a few months ago, to the threats Tubbo used against Tommy, the manipulation against you, the threats he had received by talking to you, and even Tubbo's violent mood switches when talking about you or Tommy.

The entire time, you just sat there wide-eyed as you listened to him ramble on about his fears and worries, and everything in between. He even mentioned wanting to actually divorce Tubbo because of how scared he was for you and his own life. "I don't... Not... Believe you... But this is- this is a little difficult to believe." You knew the enderman hybrid wouldn't lie about something so serious, and he definitely wouldn't be shaking like a leaf if it was a joke or a lie.

"Y-yeah, I expected that... But I really do care about your safety, honestly. You know I wouldn't joke about this kind of thing, especially about Tubbo." He murmured softly, looking at his crown laying on the table in front of him, "In all honesty, I came here this early because I was scared about Tommy trying to kill me if he saw me talking to you..."

"He wouldn't ki-"

The door slammed open dramatically and there was a cheerful shout of your name, "(Y/n)!!! Let's go mining for diamon-" Tommy walked into your kitchen, only to freeze mid-step and midfacial expression. His expression went from surprised to annoyance to a grim smile, "Hello Ranboo!" He gave him a smile that was more like baring his teeth as he twirled his axe nonchalantly.

He was going to hurt him...

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plush-rabbit · 4 years ago

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Sugary Sweet Tears

Warnings: Tentacles (i feel like this shouldnt be warning but more of a grace but some dont like tents so), Somno, Reader is a soft dom Word Count: 4.1K A/N: Tentacles amirite ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

Tamaki huffs, face red and a painful strain tenting against his lower half, he leans against the wall outside the apartment, fingers curling and scratching against the eggshell paint. He holds the key with a firm grip, hand shaking as he struggles to insert the key into the lock, keening with sharp gasps as he presses his forehead against the cool door while he muffles a low moan with the back of his hand, breathing a sigh of relief as the key finally manages to insert itself into the lock. His toes curl and he stumbles into the room, slamming the door shut behind him with his back, head and back arched as he curls his hand, the teeth of the key pressing into his palm, while he takes slow steps towards the bathroom.

His body burns, chest rising and falling with deep breaths, and as he stumbles, hands pressing flat against the wall to keep him steady and the key falls to the floor with a loud clink. His tongue feels swollen, mouth salivating as the grooves of the wall brush against his bare palms and eyes are clouded in lust, mind filled with nothing but anguish and the need to press himself against something- against someone and just move his hips until the quirk wears off.

The bathroom light blinds him and he stares at his expression. Eyes filled with tears, a red tipped nose and face dusted in cherry red, and messy hair that sticks up and clings to his forehead as sweat pours to complete his appearance. His mouth parted and as he leans over the sink, a trail of drool slips past and spills onto the clean porcelain. His toes curl and he slaps a hand over his mouth, muffling the coarse moan that leaves him.

The facet runs and cold water mixes with his spittle and he cups his hands under and splashes the water onto his face, sighing as a bit of relief comes to him, but as quick as it came, it’s gone. He lets out a pitiful, pained moan, tears threatening to spill over and trace down his cheeks. He shakes his head and removes himself from his clothes, opting to take a shower, that perhaps that will provide him with a longer relief away from the way his cock leaks with pre-ejaculate, the tip blushing with red topped with growing pearls and he feels so heavy. In the bedroom, he hears you whine, sharp and quick, a dream that came too close to reality and his cock responds to you. The clothes kick and sweep across the floor as he walks away, mind clouded and his hand shuts the light off from the bathroom.

The bedroom is dark and he walks with memorized steps, movements slow and hands clawing around the door frame as he uses it as leverage, burning fingertips searing against his skin as his hand falls back to his side. He turns on the lamp, a soft, yellow glow lighting in the room and his eyes turn to meet your sleeping frame. You don’t rustle at the heavy breathing and the light does nothing to disturb you and any rational thoughts that he had left vanishes.

The bed squeaks under his weight, the blanket that was wrapped tightly around your body, is thrown to the side. You wear an old shirt of his, faded back in color and in your sleep, the shirt has risen to expose your pink panites, a soft, light color and he oozes out of his cock, tongue coming up to swipe at his lips.

Tamaki feels shameful, whimpering as he lowers his body against you, whines as your body heat compares to his, and his face is buried into your shoulder, mouth parted and darkening the shirt as his cock is pressed flat against your covered slit. If it were any other day, he’d bashfully ask if he was allowed to touch you, but with desire clouding his mind, he cares about his own want, his cock guiding him to your coveted core that rests behind a thin fabric. He gives a hesitant rut, hands fisting over the pillow and bedsheets, and the whine that leaves his mouth is sinful- full of want and shame. He pushes against you, cock staining the bedsheets and parts of your inner thigh as his hips move at a quicker pace. His shaft twitches, burning red and painfully hard, small wails mumbling past his lips as he tries to find any friction. In your sleep, you squirm, thighs coming together for a quick second, pressing and wrapping around his length and then all too soon, they part and he’s left open.

His hands twitch as they lower down your body, sliding over the faded cotton and he turns you on your side, his body immediately coming back to you, his chest against your back and hands sliding under the shirt, scratching at your soft belly and arching over your breasts. His fingers pinch at your soft nipples, tugging on them, palms going to press on them, feeling the way the hardened buds point against him. His mouth attacks your neck, leaving wet kiss marks that make your neck shine and his cock is pressed between the softness of your thighs. He's in a deep pain, his stomach constricted painfully, cock heavy and sore, as he whines and grinds. The pain is dull, pulsing around his entire body, lighting him on fire, every nerves, every joint in his body, screaming as he thrusts. His mind is foggy, clouded in a lustful haze, mouth open and drooling, tears brimming his eyes and he presses deeper into your breasts, cooing at how good it feels to have your nipples pressed into the palm of his hands.

His cock is hot against your thighs, rutting against you as sharp moans are muffled against you. His moans are shaky, nails digging into your soft flesh and his mouth waters at the thought of licking your wounds away, to nurse on your soft, plentiful breasts, to whimper and croon when you hands knit into his hair and push yourself further against his mouth as he grinds against your cunt. But for now, he paws at your breasts, wraps your thighs against his cock and moves in frantic motions, his cock swelling and he shuts his eyes close, biting down on your neck as thick ropes spill and coat you in a sticky substance, the bed sheets, a warm maroon color, stain in white and darken under and yet, the desperation doesn’t leave him, he whines pitifully and continues to move his hips. The sensitivity runs up and down his cock, more of his essence coming out in weak spurts, his mouth aches and he runs his tongue over the indents in your neck, angry and painful looking and he mumbles apologies into your skin and with sharp nails, he removes the shirt from your body, leaving soft, red scratch marks against your body.

Salvia spills from his mouth as he catches a glimpse of your perky breasts coated in red crescents with pert nipples. His tongue lolls out and the heat doesn’t die, his hands reaching upwards and pressing in the front of your neck and reaching past your lips to pinch at your tongue. Your mouth is hot and instinctively, your tongue swipes at the digits that have entered and you suckle softly before letting your mouth relax.

His breath wobbles and his voice cracks. “Sweetheart,” he croaks, “can you wake up for me?” His hips stutter and he spills on you once. “Please,” he cries, body trembling, his hands gliding over your body and hooking over the waistband of your underwear and he pulls down, wincing as he removes his cock from your sweet thighs. “Wake up,” he chants, nuzzling into your neck. It’s an odd movement to remove your underwear and with a keen sense of smell, he can smell your arousal and he brings the panties up to his face, watching with fascination as they shine with your slick, and his tongue peeks out, a distraught look on his face as bends his arm to suck in the taste that you spilled on your panties.

“Tama-chan,” you whisper and his arm freezes, tongue retracting back into his mouth. “What exactly are you doing?” You ask in an intrigued tone, bending a knee and raising it, causing your lips to spread and he groans and rests his forehead against the back of your head. “The bed’s all wet,” you murmur, your hand slipping and touching at the now drying discharge on the bed. “How many times?”

“Twice,” he croaks, cock still hard and he continues to rut against you, whimpering as your hand wraps around his cock and tugs on him harshly. “I’m still- Please,” he moans, cock twitching and he muffles a scream with a bite on his lips. “It hurts. It- Let me fuck your cunt. Please,” he croaks, hands pawing onto your body. “I promise to be good.” Tears spill over and he doesn’t know how he’s lasted without slipping his thickness into your warm cavern.

You move away and he whimpers, rolling on his back, his hand goes down to relieve himself but you catch his wrist and he lets out a strangled cry. “You’re not usually so brazen.” You stroke his hair that sticks to his forehead and he nuzzles into your hand, desperate to feel any type of affection. “What happened, dear?” You press your lips against his nose and he scrunches it, bucking his hips into the air. “Use your words, Tama-chan.”

“Qui- Quirk,” he gasps out. “Aphrodisiac,” he explains weakly. “I-” his eyes water and his mouth parts as your breasts swing gently with the movements, “I’ve been so hard- I need- Please,” he mutters, “ride me, let me fuck you. Please-” his legs pinch together and you glance down to see cum ooze and bubble out, dripping down his shaft- “take care of me.”

“Third one, huh?” You turn back to look him in the eyes and his heels dig into the mattress. “You fucked me in my sleep and now you want to be rewarded for such crass behavior? Dear, I have work tomorrow morning. I’m all slicked and wet and did you even think about my pleasure? Or did you just be a greedy, little boy and think about your own?” He shakes his head and closes his eyes. “Oh honey,” you shake your head and click your tongue in disdain. “Bad, little boys don’t get to stuff their cock.”

“No, no,” he mewls, tears slipping past and curving over his cheeks. Your hand leaves his face and he tries to nuzzle into where your hand once rested. “Let me taste you. Let me eat you out. I’ll make you feel good. Let me suck on your tits, please. I’ll do what you want. Just- fuck!” He hisses out, eyes wide and you grasp his cock in your hand.

“Here’s the deal,” you cunt is lifted over his face and gossamer strings stick and snap apart and your legs spread, “you make me feel good and I’ll work on your pretty, pink cock, hm? Does that sound good?”

“Yes,” he breathes out, breath hot and mouth wet as your sex lowers onto his mouth. “Anything for you,” he murmurs, words quickly muffled by your weeping cunt against his wet mouth.

“Three times and you’re still so hard, Tamaki,” you coo, your hand wrapped around his length. “Must have been a strong quirk.” His tongue lashes out, sliding against your folds, the tip of it parting and teasing your slit. He breathes sharply when a nail glides against a sensitive vein. “Oh, you poor baby. You must have been hard the entire way home.” He nods against your heat and his cock twitches in your grip. “Now Tamaki, there’s no need to be shy. You’re free to eat to your heart’s content. Just no touching, okay? You still don’t get off so easily.”

He jumps and raises his head, neck craning in a dull ache, tongue circling around the rim of your entrance, small bits of arousal staining and dripping on his tongue. His tongue pushes past and enters your soft cunt, a sense of pride swelling in his chest when you curse softly under your breath. He swirls inside of your velvety walls, tongue long and thin, folding and expanding and tracing along inside, your slick spilling past and coating his face and arches his back, breathing heavily when your lips brush against his cockhead.

You’re teasingly slow, lips pressing soft, fleeting kisses against his slit, lips dragging down the mushroom head, and open mouthed kisses warming his cock, coated in a mixture of your slick, his cum and now you’re salvia. He moans when you envelop his cockhead, cheeks already hollowing and tongue alternating between flat and the tip of it, as it moves around him. He moans against you, sweet, strong vibrations against your core and it reaches a heat pooling in your lower stomach, the knot around twisting and coiling and you sit deeper against his face. One hand keeps you held at a slant while the other wraps around and holds his cock, pumping him in soft motions, mouth lowering and pressing your tongue against him.

Your tongue swirls around him, hand fisting what cannot fit and your nails tap against him, lowering your head and removing your hand to lay flat against the bed, coming to a stable position. He groans against you, your soft walls around with thick, gooey arousal dripping and coating you, mixed in with his warm spittle that pushes and leaves you, his teeth bared and slightly nipping at you. He circles your clit and suckles on it, the pink muscle shaky even as he gets his fill. You lower your mouth and his cock slides down the curve of your throat, filling and expanding and with shared pleasure, you moan against him.

You pull away for a brief moment and he lets out a loud whine, shaking his head and lapping at your cunt. You hear muffled words of pleading and you kiss his slit, pearls painting your swollen lips. “It’s okay, dear. You’re doing so good. Such a good-” you peck his slit- “pretty-” you blow cool air at his slit and watch in interest as he bobs- “boy.” You swallow him in your mouth once more. Your jaw is wide, spread as you try to open it to the fullest extent and as your orgasm washes over his face in full waves, his mouth open and suckling, clicking and eager, he takes it greedily, enjoying the sweet flavor that fills him and with a quick tap against his thigh, his leg muscles tense and his hands claw at the sheets. He’s sweet tasting, no bitter, salty aftermath, full of sweets and clean, as he spills thick cream down your throat, your eyes watering and hands curling over his thighs, scratching him as you try to not gag around him.

You pull away, cupping your mouth, not daring to waste his flavor and you watch as his ock still stands in attention, his tongue still lapping feverishly against you and when you crawl away, he protests, shaking his head and hands coming up to make grabbing motions.

“Please,” he moans, eyes half lidded and face covered in a handsome blush, “more. I’m not done, please.”

You sit on him, his cock hitting against your stomach and your hands grab his wrists. You place his palms on your breasts and he whimpers, bucking his hips, trails of discharge dirtying your stomach. “You’re going to be a good boy, okay?” You lean over and cup his face. “Right? You’re going to listen to me and behave?” He nods eagerly, eyes watering and his breaths coming out in short, heaving rasps. You smile sweetly, lips curving over your teeth and you lean into his ear, whispering in a sultry voice, “Bring out the tentacles, Tama-chan.”

His arms morph, where hands once laid upon your chest are now replaced by candy colored tentacles with soft rose colored suctions. You take in a sharp gasp. Your hand leaves his face and you hold the frim appendages under your grasp; you can feel the power they hold in them, the muscles that twitch and pulse and they wrap around your torso, suctions teasing the edge of your nipples, and he lifts you in the air, watching you with attentive eyes and when you nod your head, your legs spread and you’re filled by his cock.

His mouth encases around a pert nipple, cheeks hollowing as he begins to nurse, his tongue flickering against the bud, coming in short, fast licks, cheeks hollowed and his bottom lip wobbles as your hand covers over his head, fingers parting his tangle hair and he whines appreciatively, eyes closing and around your body, the tentacles slip and hold onto you. The solid mass arches and sticks your body, a suction cup wrapped around the neglected breast. It’s soft and sticky, slip and hold onto the nipple, and his arms pulse and your bud is pulled taut and you let out a soft curse broken by a moan.

“You’re doing so good, love,” you coo, eyes pinching shut as he rocks his hips. “You poor hero, you must have been needy for so long.” Your hands scratch at his scalp and he nuzzles further into your chest. “You’re doing such a good job Tama-chan. I feel so full,” you croon, mouth parted as you let out gasps of pleasure. “My precious Suneater, you’re stretching me so wide.”

The suction pulses and it makes you grit your teeth, another orgasm already trailing and forming. Your walls pulse, gooey and soft around him; his hard member thick and twitching inside and you clench around him, your entrance taut and his teeth nip at your bud, is tongue flicking slowly and flat in a silent apology. His head nudges against your hand and the suction pulls away, leaving your breast with a red rimmed circle and a swollen nipple. His head darts and your bud, drenched in his dribble has a suction wrapped around and you groan at the feeling.

He’s deep inside of you, cock twitching around your walls, sharp clicking sounds filling the room, and a thick tentacle, curls and wraps around your neck, the thickness slimming down as it reaches your mouth. Your head is craned back and the soft, thin tip swipes across your lips and you open your mouth, tongue out and flat and you greedily suck on him. Even with the thin appendage, it still fills your mouth and drool spills out from a corner and slides down your chin. It spills down and presses against the back of your throat, tears fill your eyes as it invades your throat, tongue running over the suctions that twitch and stick lightly to your own pink appendage.

Your hand fists into his hair and the other holds the back of his head as he continues to suckleon your perky tits, moaning and dripping past his chin and pressing you close to him while he bucks wildly. Your eyes grow heavy and the know in the stomach begins to burn. Tears freely spilling over while you grasp the outer part of the tentacle that is exploring your mouth. Another brushes past your clit and you jerk, eyes wide and you struggle to look down at Tamaki, whose eyes are closed while he sucks on your breasts. The tentacle is thin and brushes alongside your clit as if it has a mind of its own and it sticks alongside your slit, wetness slipping out as you pulse and twitch as a smaller suction cup encases your pearl and pulses around it.

You ull on the tentacle in your mouth and it slips out, leaving you empty and with a sore jaw. “Tamaki,” you croak out, feeling the familiar tightness in your stomach, walls clenching and pulsing, “I’m close again.” You let out a whine and your legs jerk against him, grinding your hips against him. He makes a noise of acknowledgement, eyes fluttering open and he talks around your breasts. “You’re so good, love.” You tilt your head and your breaths have started to come out in harsher gasps. “You did so good today. You listened so well. You’re such a good boy. I’m- fuck!” Your words are broken and you close your eyes shut. “Fuck Tamaki, you feel so good.” Your walls clench and you pull on him inside, the suctions around your body, squirming and leaving you covered in bright red spots, that pale around your untouched skin. “You’re so pretty,” you compliment, a lovesick smile taking over your features. “So cute with a flushed face and pretty, pink dick. You’re so good. A good little,” a groan interrupts your words, “boy. My precious little Suneater,” you say in a high pitched voice and as his mouth pops off of your breast, his lips purse and he blows cool air over the pebbled nipple.

You groan and buck against him, walls gooey and soft clenching and tightening around him, pulsating and twitching as your high rolls over in harsh waves and as if following your movements, the suctions pulse and vibrate against your body in time with your rapid breaths. You lift away from him and he calls your name, holding you painfully tight with the tentacles and warmth spreads throughout your body. His cock spasms, and you’re filled with white, hot discharge, the thick cream, filling and swelling deep in your belly, his hips still moving through both of your orgasms. He chokes out feeble attempts at your name and when you stare down at him, tears are trailing down his face, crying out as you press your palms against his chest, brushing against the pert nipple and he whines and shakes his head.

“‘S too much,” he mumbles, hips still moving and rocking the both of you. “Too much,” he moans, hiccuping slightly as his face deepens in his blush, the tip of his ears now matching.

You force yourself to still above him, locking your hips down and you bend over, taking his face in your palms and you steady yourself with your knees, his tentacles now morphing back to arms and hands.

“It’s okay, Tamaki,” you whisper softly, thumbs brushing along his cheekbones. “You did so good. You feel better now, don’t you?” He nods and his face pinches in pain as his ejaculate spills over and stains the both of you. “How are the effects? Do you still feel them?” He mewls and his hips stutter against you. “Use your words,” you request, pressing a chaste kiss against his lips.

He’s quiet, breathing harshly and biting down on his lip. “Tingly,” he breathes out after a pause. “It’s too- too much.”

“Too much what?” You press, tentatively, sliding up from his cock only to still and fall back down as he lets out a pained cry, tears sliding and leaving him red in the face.

“Sensitive,” he mumbles, opening his eyes into a squint. “I’m still-”

You shush him with a kiss and he groans as you lift your hips, seed leaving your body in large amounts. It’s heavy and warm and slides out of you and leaves you hissing. “Do you want me to ride you?” He shakes his head. “Do you want help?” He nods and he lays still with short, breathy cries filling the room as you pull away and wrap your hand loosely around him.

He spurts out small ropes that coat your hands and you coo softly at him, pumping him lazily, as you mumble words of praise, pessing fleeting kisses over him, watching as the rapid twitches of his shaft come to a stop. The red in his cock has faded to a light pink, his cock going limp in your grip, and when you rest his length against his thigh, you grab at the old shirt and huff in disappointment at the thought of having to throw it away as you clean around him, dabbing at the stains. When you turn back to face Tamaki, he’s asleep, chest rising and lips parted, the harsh red faded and you smile softly, pressing a kiss against the tip of his nose and moving away the strands of hair that persistently stick to his face. “Feel better, Tama-chan,” you whisper softly.

#tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki amajiki #amajiki tamaki x reader #amajiki x reader #suneater x reader #bnha imagines #tamaki x reader #bnha amajiki #i hope you like it!!#i also hope that it was teary enough for you

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evermorehaikyuu · 4 years ago

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helloooo!! can i request some tsukki / kenma angst but like w a fluff ending w a fem reader, LMAO i’m still soft for them. basically where they have a huge fight and the boys r insensitive to how their gf is feeling but regrets it later on? AH i’m sorry if it’s too vague but i trust u 😌

Title: Forgiveness

Note: OF COURSE, I’VE BEEN CRAVING ANGST, especially for Tsukishima hEe HeE--ohmigods someone trusts me, I must do this CORRECTLY. I separated both Kenma’s and Tsukishima’s, I hope you don’t mind! Here is Kenma’s angst!

Tsukishima wasn’t the type of person to show much affection anywhere. In fact, a variety of people could’ve sworn that both of them were still single until they admitted that they were dating. At the beginning of the relationship, Y/N was fine with no affection in public or limited affection. But after a while, it felt as if the love was one-sided and that’s what scared her most. She didn’t want to leave him but she didn’t know what he was feeling.

Y/N started giving him more and more space, just in case she did something wrong. But how could someone not be terrified that one day, their lover would not see the stars in their eyes like they used to.

The days went by and to Y/N, it felt like their love wasn’t set in stone anymore. It felt like it was dwindling and Tsukishima was just sparing her.

It was too much. She needed to confront him before anything happened.

That day, she grabbed her stuff and walked towards the gym where she knew he would be practicing. There were many boys that were also practicing, but her eyes fell on the blond, who was practicing his serve. She cleared her throat and said, “Sorry, can I pull Tsukishima away for a minute? He’ll be back soon.”

Daichi nodded and Tsukishima frowned as he followed his lover outside. Why would she disturb their practice? Everything was fine between them, what did she need? “What do you need now?”

There it was. Along with his tone, the words pricked at her like needles. Did he really not know what was going on. Y/N turned to face him and asked, “Are you sick of me?”

Tsukishima stayed silent because he did not know what to respond with. He was treading on eggshells. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been avoiding me!” She didn’t cross her arms because it felt like she was defending herself against the boy she had loved and been vulnerable and gone through so many things with. “I know you hate affection in public, I know that, Kei. But I’ve been so patient with you and you haven’t shown anything back! Nothing at all! It hurts being the one who loves someone else, but not getting loved back. Do I mean nothing to you?”

Tsukishima frowned as he looked at Y/N. He honestly didn’t think anything was wrong, but maybe it was because he assumed everyone around him was fine, whether he knew it or not. “Of course not. You know how much you mean to me.”

“Really? Are you seriously telling me that when you haven’t talked to me in days?! I know how important this is to you, but...if you knew you couldn’t do this, why would you get in a relationship with me?”

He didn’t hold back. He said what was on his mind. “I don’t know, okay?! Back off already, I’m not some kind of dog that you can boss around! I’m my own person! If you can’t deal with me being busy, then don’t! I’m not asking for you to stay with me, hell, I’m not begging on my knees for you to forgive me. Do you really think I can change my life schedule?!”

Y/N took a step back, the breath in her lungs knocked out. “I never asked for your apology. I know you can’t change your schedule, I know! Do you think I’m that dense?! You never liked volleyball enough to make an effort in the first place, why are you even trying?”

“Because at least I know volleyball won’t come back to scream at me for not being with it 24/7,” he snapped, “just stop, it’s a losing battle, I don’t care what you do. Let me do what I need to do.”

Her eyes widened as she realized what he was saying. He didn’t care what she did, translating to the fact that she could do anything and he’d say nothing about it. With her heart cracking, she had enough control to say with a monotonous voice: “If that’s what you want.” She left him behind with a heavy heart and he walked back to practice nonchalantly as if nothing had happened between them.

However, the moments after practice hit him much more differently. He had expected to go outside and see Y/N waiting for him as she always did. Not this time. All he saw was a blank space and he swallowed as he recalled what had happened earlier.

Walking back home hurt a lot more than he had expected. Usually he would be talking with Y/N about something that had happened during practice; not today. He really messed up this time.

As the days went on, Y/N kept ignoring him, avoiding his eyes everytime he looked over at her. But on the tenth day, he pulled her out of the way she was walking and she tried to rip her arm away from his grip. “Can’t you take a hint?”

“No. It’s been ten days, you’re still mad at me and with good reason. I--” He swallowed dryly, his heart pounding in his chest. “I don’t want to lose you, I regret what I said, I take it back, all of it. I need you here. I need you here with me.”

Y/N looked at the floor, biting her lip. “Did you mean what you said? Any of it?”

“No. None of it. I don’t want you to leave me. Not now, not ever, I want you with me. I may not display affection, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t care for you. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”

Her eyes widened at the sound of him admitting his love and she quickly wrapped her arms around him, her breaths coming out shakily. “Don’t go...”

“It won’t ever happen again.” That was how they stayed until Tsukishima had practice.

This time, when he went outside, Y/N was there waiting for him. They both walked home together with their pinkies locked.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #tsukishima x reader #asks #requests #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima kei x y/n #tsukishima x you #tsukishima kei x you #tsukishima angst #tsukishima kei angst

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twocubes · 4 years ago

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I saw a post of yours that mentioned "weird things trans people like?" I'm not trans (cisgender gay man) but I'm wondering what those are! I've unfortunately been steeped in stories of trans suffering and I want to challenge the idea in my head that being trans is just grind and depression, for the sake of the few trans people I know. Can you link me a few things that are popular with trans people you know, just so I can try to better relate to the community?

I apologize in advance for anything offensive I've said. I'm always trying to avoid making it harder for trans people but my ignorance is still extensive, and I understand if you feel like you're not the right one to give advice.

Thank you!

Preface: TL;DR: Followers, if you have your own examples, please reply to/reblog this post to add them, if you're comfortable.

So, before I start, let me try to reassure you here: you're doing fine in my book, you're just curious, you're finding stuff out. There's a tendency, I think, for people to look at the likes of us and be sort of scared of doing the wrong thing and basically walking on eggshells around us and it, well, can be a bit alienating (I'm sure you've run into stuff like that in your time as a cis gay man. Perhaps you've been forced to be some cis woman's gay best friend? I'm told that's similar) so I'm just, trying to reassure you, everything is alright. I'm not going to bite you. My understanding being neither of us would want that :p

Ok. Now let's get on with the rest of this post.

So, the first thing I'd say is: transness is kind of a miscellaneous bin. There's a lot of different ways to be trans; even if you focus just on binary trans people. So like, because people have very different ways of conceptualizing gender generally, precisely what (say) transitioning means to any given person can vary quite a lot, as an example. Gender is a thing that is reinscribed in every person, and it is reinscribed in every person differently, in a way that you might not notice until you start transitioning and figuring out what you actually want (as a trans person).

This, of course, conflicts with the, like, medical knowledge apparatus that controls whether or not we get the healthcare we need: rather frequently doctors require us to perform, basically, conformance-in-thought to whatever very stereotyped ideal of whatever gender it is we need them to think we want to transition to. This can make admitting to whatever it is we Actually Like kind of, eh, fraught, let's say.

So my point is, there are a lot of different groups of trans people who like a lot of different things, and any given trans person probably isn't going to know about the things liked by people in other unrelated circles; this just because there's a tendency to Keep That Shit Private.

Thus, the stuff that I like(d growing up) isn't going to be massively representative of what other people liked and continue to like.

Ok, now, let's talk about the things I like that other trans people like too, I think.

So, most straightforwardly, there was a lot of like, stories where there are people who switch gender that were not portrayed negatively? Back in the day there was this set of webcomics in which people switched gender all the time (El Goonish Shive etc, although I haven't kept up with those over the years) that I kind of enjoyed; there's a lot of trans women who grew up with Ranma 1/2, which was important to them. I will say that going through those one sometimes has to struggle with them; the authors sometimes take transitioning Actually For Real as a sort of fantasy thing not worth considering, and, yknow, they'll have their own specific theories of gender which might be kind of gross, as always with gender. But, for some of us, it's kind of nice to imagine transitioning as a snap-your-fingers magic thing, and also, everyone has to struggle with the meaning of gender anyways so... it can be important.

I think in those posts you're referencing I mentioned the weird way that I read the spider tanks in the first Ghost in the Shell series? This is sort of indicative of like. A lot of trans women (at least) grow up with like an interest in transhumanisty fiction because, well, this should be fairly straightforward here. One gets a lot of breaking of boundaries re: the body while also not necessarily having to explicitly in the text deal with gender stuff (although it can Be There, of course) which, yknow, can be nice as like, ways to think about what you want without touching the thing that hurts too much. It can be nice.

At this point we run into the fact that this is as far as I've pushed my thinking on this subject/am willing to tell you about; other people on here are more directly engaged in creation and engagement with transness in a fictional context and might have stuff to say on this subject... I will say that growing up there wasn't that much willing to really acknowledge transness, so, the stuff I liked was very one-step-removed...

Anyways. That was longer than expected lol. I like to talk a lot, probably don't expect something like this from arbitrary other trans people.

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marvelgurl · 4 years ago

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Off-Limits: Part 5

Characters: Tom Holland X Reader Osterfield (eventually), Harrison Osterfield, Mrs. Osterfield, Ollie (OC), Tessa, Paddy Holland, Sam Holland, Harry Holland, Dominic Holland, Nikki Holland (mentioned)

Word Count: 5012

Warnings: Language, Angst, Hangover, Fluff

A/n: This is Part 5 of the Off-Limits series. Sorry for the late upload. Tags are Open for this series.

As always Feedback is always welcome. Good and Bad, it really does helps me.

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You slowly started waking up. You moved your hands to your head, in hopes it would stop the pounding. You tried to bury your face further into the pillow. You slowly moved your legs under you, now you were in “child’s pose”. Only to quickly realize that was a bad idea. You almost instantly felt the urge to vomit.

“Oh shit.” Your hand instantly went to your mouth.

Next thing you noticed was someone handing you a bin, you grabbed it as fast as you could and proceeded to vomit. You felt the person move your hair out of the way. Once you were done, you turned to sit with your back up against the couch. You kept your eyes closed. You were trying not to vomit again.

“Here.” You opened one of your eyes to see Tom holding a bottle of water and aspirin out to you.

“Thanks.” You took them. “Not to sound like a bitch or anything but what are you still doing here?”

“I was going to go home but then I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Well, I am, so…” You looked down at your hands to try to avoid him staring at you. “do you know where my phone and keys are?” you start patting down all of your pockets. You saw Tom go over to his things that were in the recliner and pulled them out of his pocket.

“I have them, Ollie handed them to me just before we left.” He walked back over and handed them to you. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“And here I thought you couldn’t take a hint.” You had a fake grin on your face.

Tom just gave you an unamused look.

“You might not think this, but I still care about you. Nothing has changed.”

“Really? Last I heard you have a girlfriend. Where is she by the way? Does she know you’re here with me?”

“Fuck.” Tom was just now realizing that he had forgotten to text Nadia last night.

“That’s what I thought. The doors over there.” You gestured towards the door, hoping that he would leave.

You went to get up, but your body had other ideas. As soon as you went to take a step, your legs just collapsed under you. As you were falling you felt Tom’s arm wrap around your waist. He was able to catch you just before you hit the floor. Tom slowly turned you and lowered you down onto the couch.

“Well, that’s never happened before.” You didn’t think you drank that much last night.

“what’s wrong?”

Tom was crouching down in front of you. You could see that he was genuinely worried. You refused to look at him.

“Nothing.” You went to get up again, but Tom stopped you.

“Y/n, you can’t walk. Whatever you need I can go get it, just let me help you.”

“I don’t need anything, except for you to move.” You didn’t want him helping you. you could do it on your own you just needed to give your legs a minute to start working.

Tom put his hands up and moved away from you. You were able to stand up once again. You slowly took a step, this time you were able to keep yourself upright. Even thought you were able to take that step you were still weary. So, you walked slowly down the hall, you used the wall to help you.

Harrison came down the stairs, Tom was tying up the bag that was in the bin, getting ready to take it outside.

“Where is she?”

“She went down the hall, I’m guessing the bathroom.” He pointed towards the hall.

“Here let me do that.” He went to take the bag out of his hand, but Tom stopped him.

“I can do it, besides out of the two of us I think she would rather see you than me.” With that he walked outside to throw the bag away. He came back in shortly. You still had not returned. He was a little worried that you had fallen again.

Your mother had heard talking downstairs, so she came down to see Tom and Harrison.

“Good morning boys.”

“Good morning.” The boys said in unison.

“You’re here early Tom, is everything okay?”

“Actually, he spent the night mum.”

“Yeah, I was at the pub with Nadia and Y/n was there. She went a little too crazy last night and I helped her here. I would have taken her home, but I don’t know where she lives.”

“That’s okay, you did the right thing bringing her here.” The guys could see that she was upset. “So, where is she?”

“She went down the hall.” Tom pointed in the direction you had went.

She walked down the hall to see you sitting on the back steps. You had your elbows on your knees and your head was down enough for you to interlock your fingers behind your head. She walked outside and stood in front of you. You looked up to see her with her arms crossed. You just lowered your head back down. You could tell that she was upset and a little disappointed. You got up and tried to go back inside but she stopped you.

“What happened?”

“I don’t think that, that’s something you want to hear. Honestly, I don’t want to tell you.”

“Why is that? If it is something that I can help you with I will. Y/n Last night shouldn’t have happened. You told me you were going to stop drinking. I didn’t believe that you would stop completely but I didn’t think you would do this.”

“You can’t help me. I’m not project that you can just save or fix!” You threw your arms out to the side of you. “I fucked up; I know went too far last night.”

“Well, that’s an understatement.

“You know what. I’m an adult. I can do what I want, and you can’t stop me. I don’t need another lecture. You can’t control my life. I am grateful for everything that you have done for me, but now I need to do things on my own.”

Harrison and Tom came into the hall and were standing in the doorway when they heard you and your mother arguing.

“I’m not trying to control you. I just don’t want to see my daughter destroying her life because of some guy.”

“Oh, so I’m destroying my life because I decided I wanted to have fun. Also, you absolutely love Tom, so don’t even go there.”

“We both know that you weren’t doing it for fun. You saw Tom with Nadia and you couldn’t handle it.”

“Why would I care about what they do? It’s his life, he can do what he wants.” You could see Tom’s head fall and he became really interested in his shoes.

“Because you still have feelings for him, they don’t go away that fast or with that much alcohol.”

“How do you know what I feel? We don’t talk anymore. Even when I was in New York, you barely spoke to me. I gave up trying to get you to talk to me because I realized I wasn’t worth your time, But I was fine because I had Harrison and Tom. Now I don’t even have them.”

“THAT IS NOT TRUE! Why would you ever think that?”

“IT IS! I talked to you maybe a handful of times when I was there. I chalked it up to being over 5,000 KM away, but ever since I have been home you have talked to me like 5 or 6 times. So, let’s not lie to each other. I have had enough of all the lying that’s been going around.”

You knew you should stop fighting with your mother, but you just couldn’t. At this point you had given up on everyone and everything except dancing, that is the only place that you can truly express any kind of emotion. You had lost so much of yourself that you didn’t recognize the person who was looking back at you through the mirror. You hated what you had become. It is only a matter of time before they realized who you were now and soon, they would hate you too. So why not push them to get there faster.

“Why are you acting like a Bitch y/n?” Harrison finally spoke up, causing you to turn to him.

“Excuse me?”

“I didn’t studder, why are you acting like a bitch?”

“This is who I am.”

“No, it’s not. I can see what you are doing and its not going to work.”

“What is it that you think I’m doing then Harrison?”

“You are trying to push us away. Why are you doing this? We love you and we aren’t going anywhere.”

“You don’t hurt the people you love Harrison.” Your eyes flickered over to Tom, then back to Harrison. I’ve had that kind of love before, and it nearly killed me. If I really wanted that I would just give him a call. Hell, I have even thought about doing just that, just so I could feel something other than this.”

“You told me you would never go back to that asshole.”

“You told me you would never hurt me. I guess we both lied.”

“I have tried everything to fix what I did, but you just reject me every time.”

“What do you want me to say, you’re forgiven. Fine I forgive you Harrison.”

“wow that was so sincere.” If you were going to be sarcastic so was he.

“I’m not going to apologize for what I feel or what I have done. I spent too much time apologizing for that. I spent too much time walking on eggshells around people’s feelings. Not anymore, I’m done apologizing. I just don’t give a shit anymore.”

You moved up the steps to the boys, they both moved out of your way. All three of them followed you back into the house. You went up to your old room, you started pulling things out of the closet. You grabbed the few duffle bags that you had left behind and started putting the rest of your stuff that you had left behind into them. You also started throwing things away.

When you were almost done Harrison and Tom were standing in the doorway of the room. Harrison saw you going through the box that you had shown him back when you were packing in New York. He watched you carefully going through all of the photos. You pulled a few of them out of the stack before putting the rest back. The ones you pulled out you put into a binder that was in one of the duffle bags. Then you picked up the box and put it into a bin along with all of the other things you were throwing away. That nearly broke Harrison’s heart.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” He walked over to the bin and pulled the box out.

“Getting rid of things.”

“Why are you getting rid of this?” He showed you the box.

“I have what I need, I don’t need that anymore. There is nothing in there that I want to remember anyway.” You were showing no emotion which scared him and Tom.

“I don’t believe that.”

You walked over to him and took the box from him and threw it back into the bin. Then you walked back to your bags, picking them up before leaving. Harrison went and grabbed the box out of the bin again. He walked over to the bed and sat down, then he opened the box. Now he was just staring down into it trying not to cry.

“What is that?”

“It’s her memory box. This is everything that she has collected over the year. She told me that this box is basically her life.” He reached into it and grabbed out a small stuffed animal that he had given to you when you guys were little. You had fallen off of your bike and hurt your knee really bad. He wanted to make you feel better, so he picked it out because it had a tutu just like you.

“I remember that.” Tom came into the room and sat next to Harrison.

Harrison started going through the photos and he quickly realized which ones were gone. The one of you and Paddy, one of you and the Holland twins, a couple of you dancing that Harry had taken, one of Tessa and the one of you and him when you were little. You had left everything else including your ballet slippers.

“Wait a minute…” Tom had reached into the box and pulled out some flowers. “These were the flowers I gave her when we went to her showcase. Why would she keep those?”

“She kept them because YOU gave them to her. Everything in here means everything to her.”

Tom looked at them for a few more seconds, then turned them over. A smile grew on his face. “Hey, it has writing on the back.”

“What does it say?”

“Flowers – Final Showcase 2017. From My Spider-Boy.” There was a little heart at the end. Tom’s smile fell. It brought up so many emotions for him.

“Tom, I need your help.” He closed the box and looked at Tom.

“Yeah, I’m always here.” He just kept looking at the flowers.

Harrison and Tom sat there for a while talking about how to help you. They knew that it was going to be one hell of a fight. No matter what it took they were determined to help you. They wanted you back, the last month was hard on both of them. They missed you so much.

After leaving your childhood home, you called for a car. You loaded your things up and you were off. You were on your own, well you felt like you were on your own. You were just going to try to figure things out. With everything that you have done it made you lose everything. All of the things and the people that you cared about; you have pushed away.

Right now, you just feel completely and hopelessly lost.

You got back to your flat and dropped off your bags. You stood in the main room for a few moments just trying to catch your breath. A few tears slipped from your eyes. You quickly wipe away the tears. You rested your hands on your head for a moment before raking your fingers threw your hair. You quickly take a shower and change. You headed to the pub to take care of your tab from last night, and to apologize to Ollie. When you entered the pub, he was nowhere to be seen. You walked up to the bar and sat down to wait for him. Moments later you hear a voice from behind you.

“Well, look who’s back and upright.”

You turned to see who it was, after seeing it was Ollie you got up from your seat and looked at him.

“Yeah, still feeling the effects of last night and this morning though.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less. You drank more last night than I have ever seen you drink. That boy must have really done a great deal to make a woman like yourself want to drown herself in alcohol. I don’t think it was just about him taking your brothers friendship over yours though.”

You looked down at your hands that were interlocked in front of you.

“You could say that.”

“Care to elaborate?” He walked over to the bar, gesturing for you to sit back down before sitting down himself.

“Yeah, I think that’s a story for another time. As for last night, I just lost control. The thing is I’ve been acting like I’m okay but I’m not.”

“Is there anything I can do? Aside from give you more alcohol.” Both of you chuckled a little.

“I’m going to focus on my job and put everything I have into that.”

“Good for you. I guess I won’t be seeing you in here as often then?”

“No, you will definitely still see me in here, but I don’t think I will go as far as I did yesterday. Speaking of yesterday I need to pay my tab. I also need to apologize to you.”

“You do not need to apologize to me, what you need to do is apologize to yourself. It’s going to take your heart a while to heal, and for it to except what your mind already knows. Just don’t stay in that place forever, it will do more damage if you let it.”

“No, I do need to apologize. I put you in a situation that I shouldn’t have. Like I said I lost control. If you wouldn’t have let me drink here, who knows what I would have done. Or if I would even be sitting here with you right now.” You had looked down at your hand, you didn’t want to face that reality.

“Hey, don’t talk like that.” He lifted up your chin to get you too look at him. Then he pulled you into a hug. “You are not going anywhere. You know your limits. Yes, you pushed them a little too far yesterday, but you stopped before you went overboard.”

“ I guess so. Now about that tab.” You both let go, he took a small step back.

“Actually…” He rubbed the back of his neck before looking at you. “Your tab was paid.”

“What are you talking about?” you looked at him with a confused look.

“Yeah, it was paid last night before you left.”

“By whom?”

“Umm… Tom.”

“Oh… How much was it?”

He told you the amount, you kept that number in the back of your head. You were going to pay him back; you know that he wouldn’t accept it in person. So, you will have to put it in an envelope and put it in the mailbox so he can’t refuse it. You went to your bank, pulled out the money for your tab and a little extra for the car ride, you put it into an envelope and headed to the Hollands.

You parked a block away so that they wouldn’t see your car. You walked to their house, regretting every step. You know the chances of you getting out of there without being seen are slim to none. As you got closer you didn’t see anyone in the yard, but you forgot about a certain Staffie who is easily concealed by a fence. Next thing you see is Tessa popping her head over the fence and barking at you.

“Shit! Tessa you scared me.” You jumped at the sound but quickly recovered and went up to her and started petting her. You also didn’t see a certain Holland boy running towards you. You ended up looking up at the last second, as Paddy wrapped his arms around you.

“Y/N!!”

“Paddy, I have missed you so much.” Your eyes started watering. You just didn’t want to let go of him.

“I have missed you too. Why haven’t you come by to see us or answered texts and calls?”

You felt so much guilt for how you treated the boys. It wasn’t their fault that you had cut all ties with Tom. You were punishing them when you shouldn’t be.

“I’m sorry, I know this is going to sound lame, but I got really busy with work and things.”

“Your right that is lame.”

“Is Tom home?”

“No, he’s out with Nadia I think.”

“Okay, how about this.” You pulled back slightly to look at him, but not letting go. “Go get the twins and we will go and do anything you want.”

“Really?” you saw his eyes light up and his smile got bigger.

“Yes, I miss you boys. First I need you to do me a favor.” You let go of him and pulled the envelope out of your pocket. “Can you put this in Tom’s room for me please.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just go get Harry and Sam so we can go.”

He immediately took off back into the house. A few minutes later you see Sam and Harry trying to get through the door at the same time. They started arguing when Paddy came up behind them and pushed them both through. Paddy ran past them and came right up to you, once again he hugged you and didn’t show signs of letting go. You were just laughing at the boys. This was the first time in a while that you laughed, and it be genuine.

Eventually you and the boys were able to leave. You sent a quick text to Nikki to let her know they were with you, she quickly replied with a thank you for letting her know. Paddy wanted to go play golf. Even though you have played for many years you still sucked. Towards the end you guys weren’t even keeping score. You were just having fun. You were trying not to think about what was going to happen after you dropped them off. You know you were going to end up at your flat alone, alone with your own thoughts which is not a good place for you to be.

After you guys went golfing, you took them out for ice cream. They were excited, you let them get what ever they wanted. They filled up their cups so full it gave you a stomachache just looking at them. You didn’t really want any, so you got the smallest cup and very few toppings. You just got it just so they didn’t question you. The four of you sat there eating and talking for a while, it was like old times. You missed these guys. You felt so bad that you had stopped talking to them, you were a grade A asshole.

The boys noticed that you were being a little quiet. They stopped talking and they were all staring at you. When you looked up, you were just looking between the three of them.

“What?”

“Are you okay?” Sam was the first of them to speak.

“You kind of zoned out there for a few minutes.” Harry leaned back into his chair.

“I’m just thinking about stuff.” You gave them a soft smile.

“You didn’t even eat your ice cream.” Paddy pointed to your cup.

“Oh, I guess I was just to lost in thought.” You looked at your watch and realized that you guys had been gone for over six hours. “I didn’t realize we were gone this long; I should get you guys back home.”

All of the boys protested. You had stood up giving them a look, causing Harry and Sam to get up. Paddy on the other hand stayed sitting. He really didn’t want this to end. He knew if you took them it was going to be a while before he could see you again.

“Come on Paddy. I need to get you home.”

“Not until you promise me that you will be around more.”

“I can’t promise you that.”

“Why not?”

“Because my life is too unpredictable right now, also I don’t want to make you a promise that I can’t keep.” You could see the light that was once there slowly fading. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, pulling him to his feet for a proper hug.

“Listen to me, I will try to be better about talking to you more. I will try to see you. I can’t promise you that I will be able to do it as often as we both would like but, I can only say that I will try.”

Paddy just nodded his head. You guys slowly walked out of the Ice cream place. The drive back to their house was quieter than on the way out. Paddy had fallen asleep on Sam in the back seat.

“Did you mean what you said, about talking and seeing him more?” Harry asked as he turned to look at you from the passenger seat.

“Yes, but not just him you guys too. I have realized that it was wrong to stop talking to you guys. I had my reasons for doing it but after today none of those reasons seem to be good enough anymore.”

“Did you tell him why you stopped talking to him?” You looked up to see Sam Looking at you through the rearview mirror.

“No, I didn’t. I told him I was busy with work. Which wasn’t completely dishonest. I have a show coming up and I was asked to do a solo piece, and I have been working my ass off to make it perfect. I just can’t seem to get it right.”

“Are you going to ever tell him?”

“I don’t know. I have thought about it and I’m thinking that it would be better if I didn’t. I don’t want him to be mad at Tom. So, I think it’s better this way.”

There was little to no talking on the drive back to their home. Harry and Sam had fallen asleep by the time you pulled up in front of the house. You woke up Harry and Sam before getting out and going to Paddy’s door and carefully pulled him so he wouldn’t wake up. Harry offered to take him, but you could see he was just as tired. You told him that you could take him. You followed the boys into the house. You took Paddy to his room, placing him on his bed before taking his shoes off and tucking him in.

You went back downstairs and said your goodbyes to everyone. As you were about to go out the door, Tom walked in. He was confused at first, but then he was happy to see you.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?”

“I spent the day with your brothers, I was just dropping them off. Paddy fell asleep in the car, I carried him up to his room. Now I’m leaving, so…” you pointed to the door.

“Oh, let me walk you out.” Tom moved to the side, holding the door open for you.

“That’s really okay. I’m sure you are tired.”

“Nonsense, let’s go.” He pulled you closer to the door and followed you out.

You get to your car; you both are just standing there. There was this awkward tension around the both of you.

“Did you have fun today?”

“Yeah, I did. I really missed those guys a lot.” You looked down at your hands and started playing with your keys.

“They ask about you all the time, especially Paddy.”

“I think about them a lot.” Your eyes started watering. “I didn’t want to hurt them. They may not act like they are hurt but I could see it in their eyes when I told them I had to bring them home.”

“It’s probably because they don’t want you to disappear on them again.” Tom had gotten closer to you; he lifted your head up to look at you. He used his thumb to wipe away the tear that had fallen.

“Yeah, well who’s fault is that.” You moved your face away from him and wiped your eyes before looking back at him with a more serious face.

“This isn’t all my fault. I tried reaching out to you after it happened. You decided to shut me out instead of talking. I get that you’re mad…” You cut him off, and you got right in his face.

“I’m not mad.”

“well, you got a funny way of showing it.”

“I’m not mad, I’m hurt. There’s a difference, but you wouldn’t know that because you weren’t hurt when this all went down.”

“Now that’s where you’re wrong. I lost you, how could I not be hurt. You walked right out of my life like I didn’t fucking matter to you anymore. We have been friends our whole lives, and suddenly that’s gone. How could you think that you were the only one who could possibly be hurt or affected by this?”

“You were the one who practically pushed me out the fucking door! You made your choice Tom! You chose Harrison.”

“No, you willingly walked out that fucking door on your own. I’m not the only one who made a decision that day. So, don’t blame your choices on me.”

“I cannot believe we are having this conversation again.” You backed up a little and ran your hands through your hair out of frustration, then dropped them to your side. “You made me believe that you actually liked me. I decided to open my stupid heart up again, only to have the rug pulled right out from under me. Stupid me, thinking I was good enough.”

“I have always loved you. I have told you this before, nothing has changed.” He closed the space you had put between the two of you.

“Then why didn’t you fight for me?! Why did you just shut me out the second Harrison said something?”

“I…”

“Exactly.”

“Is everything okay out here?” you and Tom looked over to see Dominic walking down the front steps. You also saw Nikki and the boys looking out the windows.

“It’s fine Dom, I was just leaving.” You moved to unlock your car when a hand stopped you.

“No, we are not done talking about this.”

“I am, now get your hand off of my car.”

“Tom let her go home.”

“You’re doing it again.” Tom was so focused on you he was ignoring his father.

“Doing what exactly?”

“Running away.”

“I’m not running away.”

“Yes you are.”

Dominic walked up to Tom and pulled him back, before turning to you.

“I appreciate what you did for my boys today, but I think it would be best if you leave now.”

You got into your car and drove away.

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runrundoyourstuff · 4 years ago

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Seasons

(A Steven Universe Fic, 2632 words)

Written with love for a holiday exchange with the wonderful @mimik-u !

Prompt: Steven teaches one of the Diamonds about something beautifully mundane (a la Peridot learning about rain.)

It’s almost comical how the Dondai pales in size when compared to the Arm Ship—and the magnitude of the difference only grows as Steven descends the ridge. There are some items, both of human and Gem origin, that seemed larger when he was smaller—when he was younger—when everything mysterious in the world, every new thing he learned about himself, filled him with wonder. The Diamond ships, however, are not among these items. They’re as large now as they always seemed to him, if not quite as foreboding. As are the Diamonds themselves, and he is reminded of this, as Yellow disembarks from her spacecraft.

She doesn’t see him right away. Or if she does notice the car, she doesn’t have the frame of reference to recognize it as his, and even after he parks it beside the ship and gets out, it’s several moments before she turns around and acknowledges him standing there.

“Steven!”

“Hey, Yellow.”

“When I called, I hadn’t realized…” She sputters. “Your...your family returned my message to inform me that you were leaving on a conquest—”

“A conquest?”

“Yes, they said that you were going to travel—”

“Yeah, but not on a conquest!”

“Of course, of course, a scouting mission, then—”

“No! Nothing like that! Just a trip! I just...needed to hit the road for a while. Figure out what’s next.”

“I...right, of course. Your—I mean, the Pearl said that you would be taking a hiatus from your Diamond duties…”

At this, Steven chuckles. “Pearl wants me to.” But then he becomes serious. “I shouldn’t laugh. She’s trying to make sure that I take care of myself. She—all of them really, want to make sure I know that I don’t have to be involved in any Gem stuff if I don’t want to. That it’s my choice. And ya know, it’s true that I don’t want it to be my whole life, not like it was when I was a kid. And because there’s no hierarchy anymore, I do want to give other Gems a chance to manage things on Earth if they want to—to show them it doesn’t always have to be a Diamond, and I’m not a Diamond anyway—but I do want to be involved, ya know? Or at least know what’s going on! I put so much work into everything, and not all of it was bad. I was really proud of a lot of what we did, and the Gems are my family…” A pause. “Anyway, that’s all to say that I routed some of the messages from the Base to my phone.”

“I see. I…” She pauses. “I didn’t intend...You did not need to come. I merely called because I didn’t want to catch you off guard. Give your...our...Given my history, I thought if I showed up on your planet unannounced—”

“It’s not my planet.”

“No, of course not. I meant the planet on which you reside. I’ve already...I did not intend to make you feel that…that you needed to come fix—”

Steven raises a hand. “I know. I just happened to be in the area, so I thought I’d stop by. Say hi.”

“Ah. Alright.” The silence resounds. Yellow’s eyes flit away.

“So,” Steven says after a moment—looking for something, anything, to cut through the quiet. “Why Zona?”

“Is that what this place is called?” Yellow glances around. “I needed an area of the Earth where I would cause the least disruptions, where I could dig a sufficiently large hole such that I could access the Cluster. I initially planned on going to one of the Kindergartens, as we’d already irrevocably destroyed all hope of organic life thriving there—I thought I could minimize the destruction. But each already has a fairly extensive subterranean framework that makes it impossible for me to dig deep enough.” She sighs. “I realize this place isn’t perfect. My digging will certainly disrupt some of the plant life. But it appeared at least that there were few humans in the vicinity…”

“Mm.” Steven leads against the hood of his car. “I’m surprised you brought your ship out here and didn’t just Warp. We’re not that far from the Beta Kindergarten, and there’s a Warp there...”

“Those Warps weren’t built for us. We’re much too large.”

“I guess that’s true, but you could always shapeshift.”

“Hmm. I suppose. But there was also the equipment to bring.”

“Equipment?”

“Yes, I...There are...billions of shards in the Cluster. I figured...if I am going to dismantle it and reconstruct each of the Gems whose shards it conatiend, it would likely be easier for me to do it on Earth, rather than bringing all the Shards back to Homeworld. I don’t want to risk losing any of them or damaging any of them even further in transit…And while I may need to ultimately to transport some of them back to Homeworld to locate all the pieces, and though it may be disconcerting for the other Gems to reform on Earth...I…” She leaves the syllable hanging in the air, turns her head away. Steven can just barely make out her tense jaw as though she is gritting her teeth. Sparks radiate from her skin.

“Yellow? Are you...okay?”

“I’m fine!” But then she bows her head, inhales and releases, murmurs: “I apologize, Steven. I am not angry with you. I simply…It has been difficult enough for me to face each of the Gems I have reconstructed on Homeworld. Once they recover from the shock and the terror, they have each looked at me with such disdain. And those Fusion experiments, while they were certainly terrible, pale in comparison to the Cluster. I can only imagine what each of the Gem’s contained within it will feel. And I will deserve it. I hurt so many Gems in the service of the Empire.”

Steven opens his mouth to respond, but before he can, Yellow continues, speaking ever rapidly, ever louder, as though desperate to expel the words. “Do not try to assuage my guilty conscience! That...is not your responsibility. I shouldn’t have just put you in a position to think that it was.”

Another tentative backpedaling, Steven thinks. A walking on eggshells moment, like he’s witnessed with the Gems and Dad over the past several months. And difficult though it is for him to sometimes believe, it’s not as though Yellow is wrong, at least not if he trusts his therapist. But there is a distant look in her eye, a panicked tension in her cheeks, which, when coupled with the fact that this is the first time he’s seen her since his breakdown, makes Steven wonder if she is remembering that day on the beach.

His own memories of it are fuzzy-to-nonexistant; he remembers the pain, and the panic, and the anger he’d held despite knowing that he shouldn't. Then, he has a vague impression of multiple embraces, of Connie kissing his forehead, of crying hot, cathartic tears...And then he’d woken up in the Cluster’s hand, with the eyes of most of the people he loved and almost everyone he’d ever fought all on him.

Despite his own lack of recollection, however, Connie assures him that she’d given everyone—the Diamonds included—something of a blunt talking to that day, a rallying speech, but she won’t elaborate on the specifics of what exactly she’d said. Might that—whatever its contents— be behind Yellow’s hasty assurances now?

“Okay,” Steven responds finally. “I won’t try to make you feel less guilty. But can I show you something?”

Yellow furrows her eyebrows. “Very well.”

“It’s just on the top of the canyon.”

They deliberate for a few moments on the details. Yellow offers to carry him, but even if she’s not White, Steven declines being held in a Diamond’s hand, and while she could shapeshift to fit in the passenger seat of the Dondai, she ultimately elects to simply follow behind the car as Steven slowly drives it up the cliff.

They reach the plateau just as the sun begins to dip in the horizon, casting a golden glow over the grass, over the Autumn leaves, just starting to paint themselves with the vibrant shades that return year after year.

Steven opens the door and steps out. “You never spent much time on Earth, did you?”

Yellow considers. “No.”

“Do you know what I think my mom fell in love with about this planet?”

“Organic life, of course. Humans.” She gestures to Steven. “Obviously.”

“Well, yeah, but not just them. Us. I think it was this stuff too.”

Yellow squints. “These weeds?! These...dying outgrowths?!”

“With things that change. Things that grow. There’s so much of it here.”

“Hm.”

Steven paces over to the grass, then sinks down onto it so that it brushes against his bare calves. It’s mostly soft on his skin but there are dryer patches too, scratchier places on the ground as some of the longer areas start to dry out for the season. The sun dips lower in the sky, and it leaks hues of pink and orange onto the daytime canvas of darkening blue. Yellow looms behind him.

“Feel this.” He pats the ground next to him, and tries not to wince as Yellow’s gargantuan hand settles down on the grass. “You might not be able to tell, but it’s growing. Even right now. By the time the snow—frozen water that falls from the sky—starts to cover it in a few months, it’ll probably be a few inches taller than it is right now. And then it’ll take a break for a while, but when Spring comes next year—when the weather gets warmer again—it’ll start again.

“The trees too. Look out there—they grow taller every year, and every year the leaves change into those beautiful colors you can see. And the shades are similar every year, but never exactly the same. Then the leaves fall off, and then bud again and come back. And the trees keep getting taller. And every time the leaves return, the whole tree is a little bit different too.”

Yellow hesitates. “These are familiar to me. Someone, I believe a Peridot—your Peridot—”

“She’s not my Peridot, but I know who you mean.”

“Yes...Well, she brought some of these...trees...from Earth to Homeworld, and determined how best to make them grow there. I’ve been gazing at them through the windows of the palace ever since, but I hadn’t realized how elaborate, how ever-present, their growth cycles were…”

“I’ve lived on Earth my whole life, and I only just started thinking about it recently. It’s easy to take for granted, but it’s really incredible when you stop to think about it.” He angles his head upward. “And it’s not just the plants. Look at the sky. It changes like this every day.” A pause. “Well, it’s really not the sky that’s changing—Connie told me that it’s an effect of how the planet moves around our sun. But from down here on Earth, it looks like it’s always changing. In a different way every day. I don’t think it’s like that on Homeworld.”

Yellow settles next to him at last, squatting, and then kneeling. “It isn’t. Things are constructed on Homeworld—not grown. We have a sun, but our sky does not transform like this.”

“Exactly. And I think that’s why my mom fell in love with the Earth so much. She was so in awe of how everything naturally grew and changed here.” Steven sighs, clenches him gemstone beneath his hand. “I’m still angry at her a lot of the time, but, like, I get it. She saw herself as this monster.” Here Steven pauses, glances away for a moment before finally letting the words return. “And she didn’t think that she was capable of growth or change. All she thought she could do was pretend to be someone else. And then she found herself on this planet where all anything did was grow for real, and she wanted to be a part of that even in some small way, so she made me.”

“Steven…”

“But the point is, she was wrong. She could have grown as herself. I think she did, even if she couldn’t see it. And she and I aren't the only Gems that grew. All of my friends and family have. None of us is the same as we were when I was a kid. Maybe it just took coming to Earth to see that, ya know? Gems can grow and change, just like the trees can, and the grass, and the sky.

“So yeah,” Steven continues. “White hurt you, and you hurt Mom, and Mom hurt Pearl and Garnet and Amethyst and Spinel and you, and everyone she hurt hurt me, and I hurt Jasper and Dad and a lot of people and could have hurt a lot more, and you hurt all the Gems who were corrupted, and who became the Fusion experiments and the Cluster...and that’s all true, and we all have to deal with that and make the things we did wrong right the best that we can. And it’s hard, and it sucks. But the ways we’ve been hurt and hurt other people aren’t all we are. We can grow and change too. As ourselves. I think the Earth is just one big reminder of that.”

Yellow’s brows are once again furrowed, her jaw agape. “I…”

“So, yeah, it’s going to be hard to face all the Gems in the Cluster as you put them all back together. But it’s the right thing to do. And if it ever becomes too much, you can always come up here, and watch the world change and grow to remind yourself that you’re growing too. You’re better than you were, and if you keep working at it, you’ll keep getting better.”

Then, without waiting for Yellow to respond, Steven stands, walks back over to the Dondai. “Now, I gotta hit the road. I want to get to Vegas by tomorrow. It was nice to see you, Yellow.”

“You as well, Steven.” Yellow rises to her feet.

“Good luck,” he calls out the window as he pulls away, and glancing in the rearview mirror, he sees Yellow’s arm raised in farewell, something like a small, apprehensive smile on her lips.

Six months later, after a sojourn up and down the West Coast, Steven returns to the ridge en route back to Beach City for a visit. He pulls up just as the sun is rising over the canyon, glinting off Yellow’s arm ship, and off of the chest and arms and backs of the little gaggle of Gems gathered next to the ship and the adjacent hole. Yellow is not among them, though. She stands on the crest of the cliff, gazing at the trees, at the little buds beginning to spring into being on each branch.

“Steven.” She turns to him in greeting as he gets out of the car.

“You’ve been busy!”

“Yes, we’re progressing nicely.”

“We?”

Yellow nods. “Some of the Gems I reconstructed from the Cluster decided to remain here to help. Then others in Little Homeworld—and even a few on Homeworld itself—learned about what we were doing, and traveled here to volunteer.” She pauses. “They’re here for the sake of the Gems inside the Cluster, not for me. Still, it is nice not to be alone.”

“Mm.”

Yellow turns from the trees to the canyon, in the direction of the rising sun. The growing orange light catches her Gemstone too, and it glimmers in it. “It’s a beautiful morning.”

“Yeah,” Steven says. “It is.”

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luxekook · 5 years ago

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in too deep ☼ knj

☼ dedication: this fic is a bday present for the loml tay aka tay bay bay aka @interludemoonchild!!!! luv u long time <33 (sorry this isn’t about hobi skksksks)

☼ pairing: marine biologist namjoon x assistant reader

☼ genre: idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, crack

☼ summary: you had always grown up being told tales of terrible jobs with tyrannical bosses. but now, you’re left to wonder why you hadn’t heard more tragic stories of all-too-wonderful jobs with all-too-beautiful bosses... did falling for your boss only lead to heartbreak and a two weeks’ notice? or could it yield the possibility of romance?

☼ word count: 3.1k

☼ warnings: pg15, cursing, chaotic energy, pining, miscommunication, mentions of quitting, lots of sea nerd stuff, namjoon is smart af but an idiot in love, the reader isn’t any better, crabby bois, arguments, completely cheesy fluff, short make out sesh, mention of sex

☼ banner creator: heathy bby @shadowsremedy

☼ beta reader: the amazing and astoundingly talented phia @meowxyoong

“Kim Namjoon!” You cry, swatting the blue-clawed crab away from your feet with a broom, “What did I tell you about bringing your goddamn crustaceans into the office?”

The man in question hustles out of his office looking disheveled, “You’ve seen Carl?” He sinks right down to his hands and knees to peer under your desk. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, little buddy!”

You stare disappointedly as your boss picks up ‘Carl’ from his hiding place and cradles him to his chest. “Namjoon,” You sigh exasperatedly, folding your arms.

He looks up at you and blushes, “Sorry, Star. I just feel so bad leaving them downstairs at the lab. It’s so lonely and dark down there.”

While your stomach flips at the mention of his nickname for you, your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “Well, why don’t you just stay down there with them?”

“Because you’re up here…” He mumbles something incoherent.

“What?” You lean forwards, your ears straining to catch the garbled syllables.

Namjoon clears his throat, looking everywhere but at you, “Because it’s nicer up here.”

“Don’t tell your investors that,” You laugh, thinking of all the fancy and shiny equipment housed in the aquatics lab a few floors below. Working for a top-tier marine biologist sure had its perks - namely the state of the art kitchen with a full espresso bar.

“Star, I would never!” He looks affronted by the mere mention of such a thing. “Now, apologize to Carl for scaring him.”

You scoff, but just one glance into Namjoon’s sparkling brown eyes makes you crumble instantly. “Fine,” You begrudgingly shoot the crab a look, “Sorry, Carl.”

“See, Carl?” Namjoon croons, “She’s sorry!” As he turns back to you, you can immediately tell he is about to launch into Marine Biologist Mode™.

“Carl is a blue crab - a Callinectes sapidus, to be precise. That scientific name literally means ‘savory beautiful swimmer’.”

“Savory, huh?” You quip, relishing in the scandalized look Namjoon shoots you.

“Don’t listen to her, Carl,” He whispers, stroking a finger gently down the crab’s shell. “Now, where was I? Ah, yes… He’s named for his pretty sapphire-tinted claws, and he’s one of the most harvested species of his kind. So, don’t even think about it.”

You burst out laughing as he eyes you, “Okay, Joon, I’ll leave my pot of boiling water at home.”

Namjoon splutters out a choked laugh, looking at you like you are the most exasperating thing he’s ever come across. And, you probably are.

When you came to work for the distinguished marine biologist four months ago, you found him literally buried beneath piles of research papers, files, and National Geographic magazines. Apparently, he had tripped into his filing cabinet and everything had fallen off of the shelves onto him. The man had been a right mess. It was no wonder he had put an ad out in search of an assistant.

In your new role, you slowly but surely introduced some structure and organization into Namjoon’s life as best you could. The first thing you did was update his office. The man still had an honest to god lava lamp on his desk. You were still baffled at how he had managed not to break the fixture before your arrival.

Swiftly following the disposal of the cursed lava lamp, you ordered new file cabinets - and had them nailed to the wall. Virtually, you did even more. You restructured his online platforms and updated his schedule to include more than just scattered notes like “Meeting at 10AM, i think? Or was it 10PM?”

To his credit, Namjoon adhered to most of your suggestions and changes, but apparently he still refused to grasp the ‘no creatures in the office’ rule.

Overall, Namjoon was a great boss - kind, understanding, sweet, and a tad eccentric. His love for all things sea-related shone through the gentle way he handled his specimens, the passionate tone of voice he used while speaking on any related topic, and the stars in his eyes at the mere mention of discovering a new species.

It had been all too easy to become infatuated with him. Especially when he called you “Star” and left you to interpret the meaning on your own.

You remember the exact moment that you fell in love with him so vividly. It had been last month, just three months into working for him. Namjoon had been going off about fucking sand of all things.

“…Sand speaks of history, of science, of travels. Each grain of sand holds thousands upon thousands of years of movement, of erosion. For example, the beach outside of this building is tan because of the iron oxide tinting the quartz and the feldspar to a light brown color. But, there are other beaches that are black, white and even pink in color! It’s fascinating! And to quote the goddess of marine biology Rachel Carson: "In every curving beach, in every grain of sand, there is a story of the Earth…”

Yeah, you are head over heels for your boss. And that’s why you needed to quit.

The end of the workday arrives too quickly - a common theme it seems when you love what you do and who you work for. Namjoon walks beside you down to the parking lot. You sneak a glance at his face and note that he seems deep in thought.

Your mind slips to the image of you and Namjoon going home together to a shared house overrun with fish tanks and models of sharks. It’s all too easy to picture, and all too painful to acknowledge the impossibility.

“Star,” Namjoon’s voice jolts you from your fantasy. You blink up at him, realizing you’re both stopped beside your adjacent cars. Namjoon smiles at you, “I’ll see you tomorrow? It’ll be Friday, finally...”

It seems like he wants to say more but stops himself for some reason. You pause, waiting for him to continue, but he just blushes and brings a hand to the back of his neck bashfully.

“Yeah, Friday,” Your tone is less enthusiastic. You planned to hand in your two weeks’ notice tomorrow. It’s a complete strategy on your part so that you can have the whole weekend to cry and shove at least one gallon of ice cream down your throat.

You wave goodbye to each other and enter your respective cars. You watch Namjoon pull out of the parking lot before you and pause to rest your forehead on your steering wheel. You were so screwed.

Twenty-four exhausting hours later, you find yourself with your fist poised over Namjoon’s wooden office door. Are you actually doing this? Are you really going to quit the only job you’d ever loved?

Yes, you are. You love Namjoon too much to stay here surrounded by his charisma and his beauty. You love him too much to try to complicate his workspace, his sacred ground. You love him too much to ask him to blur the lines of colleague and lover.

You need to leave - for his sake and for yours. It isn’t like he still needs you. He has been following your routine with vigor and always keeps his office organized now. Your tasks have been dwindling for weeks.

It’s time to move on. God, even the tension today had been off the charts with you and Namjoon skirting around each other like you were both walking on eggshells. Clearly, he is also feeling like you are in the way.

With that in mind, you straighten your shoulders and finally knock on the door.

Your ears strain for any sign of an answer. Your breath catches in your throat as you try to sustain the meager amount of courage you had mustered up inside you. Twisting open the handle, you push the door open and are immediately met with an empty office. Damn, he must be downstairs.

You chuckle at the sheer idiocy of your panicked state over knocking on an empty office door.

This is perfect anyways. You can hand Namjoon your two weeks’ and then evacuate the building in one sweep. Shutting down your computer and grabbing your things, you trudge out of the room and towards the stairs.

The journey downwards seems akin to walking the plank as you take each step slowly, dreading the inevitable.

Ciara has it all wrong: you do not love it when you One, Two Step.

The entrance to the lab looms overhead. The steel double doors look more like the gateway to hell rather than a nice entrance to a marine facility. You don’t break your stride as you march through the doors. If you had, you might not have kept going.

The familiar light humming of the tank filters meets your ears as you peer around the rows of shelves containing colorful fish and scuttling critters.

“Joon?” You call, the nickname slipping past your lips before you can stop it.

“Back here, Star!” His answer sounds from the very back of the lab. Of course, that’s where the crabs are housed.

You make your way past the tanks of clownfish and the pools of stingrays to where Namjoon sits hunched over the shallow tank containing four green-tinted crabs.

“That’s it, Nala.” Namjoon croons as the smallest of the four crabs swims around the tank, “You show your brothers how fast you are.”

“Talking to your subjects again, boss?” You can’t help but tease the man you've grown to love as he fawns over his work.

Namjoon blushes slightly and nods, pushing his glasses up to rest on the bridge of his nose, “Studies have shown that it helps them develop.”

“I thought that was humans?” You say, shifting your weight back and forth. The letter in your hand seems to burn more each second you hold onto it. You couldn't take it anymore.

As Namjoon opens his mouth to reply, you thrust the letter into his chest and say, “Never mind. This is for you. Please read it later.”

With that, you fast-walk your way back to the entrance of the lab. The sound of the envelope tearing open only forces you faster. Fuck, it had been idiotic of you to assume that he would actually listen to you and open it later. Namjoon is as impatient as they come. Of course he wouldn't wait.

“Star!” His strangled call startles you, “What is this?”

“We can talk about it on Monday!” You reply, somehow already close to tears. Why is this godforsaken lab so big? You pace down the aisles of tanks and breathe a sigh of relief as the exit comes into view.

Then, Namjoon comes barreling around the corner, cutting off your escape. The man looks baffled as he clutches your written resignation in his hands. His chest heaves as he holds the torn pages out towards you, “What. Is. This. Star?”

You bristle. I guess we’re doing this now, you thought. Stiffening your shoulders, you muster all the false bravado you can manage, “It’s my two weeks’ notice, Namjoon. I’m sure a smart guy like you can read.”

“Okay, allow me to rephrase,” Namjoon stalks towards you, tossing the crumpled letter over his shoulder. “Why did you give me this?”

“The letter explains everything,” Your eyes dart around, both in search of a viable escape and in avoidance of his intensity.

“Sure it does,” He scoffs, his eyes blazing with disbelief. “I want to hear it from you.”

Your back hits the cool glass of the tank behind you. You’re trapped between the contrasting temperatures of the water and Namjoon’s body.

“Joon,” Your voice shakes, “You don’t need me anymore. You’ve done everything I've asked of you and then some. You’re organized. You’re on time. You’re put together. I barely have enough tasks now to fill a day, let alone a week. It’s time to move on.”

“Time to move on?” Namjoon echoes before barking out a humorless laugh, “I don’t need you anymore? That’s really what you think, Star?”

“Don’t call me that.” The nickname snufs out any trace of fight left inside you, and you plead, “Just let me go, Joon.”

“Never,” He growls.

“I don’t understand what you’re not getting,” You sigh, exasperated and drained, “You’ve surpassed my expectations and erased the need for my position. I think the saying ‘the student has become the master’ applies here.”

Namjoon gapes at you before he snaps, “You’re the one who’s not getting it! Have you ever considered that the student might just be in love with the teacher?”

Joon rakes a hand through his hair as you become the one to gape open mouthed at the frustrated man.

He continues, “I wake up earlier every damn day because I can’t wait to see you at work. I organize all of my things because I just want to see you smile at me when you notice. I spend an hour each night picking out what to wear the next day because I want to impress you… Don’t you see? Everything I do is for you, is because of you. I want to be the best version of myself for you.”

Your mind struggles to compute the seemingly impossible notion that the object of your affections returns your love. “Did you,” You gasp out, “Just say that you loved me?”

“Yes, you complete jellyfish! I love you. I am in love with you! And it’s not like it’s not obvious! I call you ‘Star’ because you are my starfish, my sea star. You are the one who keeps the balance to my ecosystem of chaos. You are the key species that keeps everything afloat.”

“And you thought that was obvious?” You yell back at him, “How on earth would I immediately have known the intense analysis behind your nickname for me, Namjoon the science buffoon?” You huff, scrambling to process the amount of information that had just been thrown at you.

He needed you?

He loved you back?

He nicknamed you after a fucking marine invertebrate?!

Namjoon blinks in surprise, “Did you just insult me with a Bill Nye pun?” You don’t deign to give him a response. Namjoon chuckles before grinning sheepishly, “Okay, fine. You make a good point.”

“I know I do,” You pout. “You can’t just spring this on me, Joon. Why haven't you told me this before?”

“Because I was nervous that you would leave me, that you wouldn't return my feelings. Obviously, the first point is moot. What about the second?”

“You’re asking if I love you back?” Your body sags against the tank behind you, “How could I not, you crab-loving, walking mess of a—”

Namjoon captures your mouth with his, kissing you with fervor. His hands wind their way up to cradle your face between them like you are the most precious thing to him.

Pulling back slightly, Namjoon rasps out, “So, you’ll stay?”

“Hm, I don’t know,” You crack a wry smile, “What’s in it for me?”

“Well, let me show you,” Namjoon replies before whipping his shirt off. You gape open mouthed at the expanse of beautiful tan skin in front of you.

Was that a hint of a tattoo swirling over his left shoulder?

He reaches down to tug at the hem of your dress, insinuating he wants it off. A nice concept in theory; however, with one look around at your surroundings, you slap his hand away. “Namjoon! Not in front of the fish!”

“But, Star, these aren’t fish! These are squid, and they are classed as cephalopods—”

You put a hand over his mouth, “Allow me to clarify: I will only fuck in a creature-free zone.”

Namjoon murmurs something beneath your palm. You give him a warning look before removing your hand. He immediately repeats himself, “My office?”

Your eyes narrow, “I know for a fact you have at least three crabs in there.”

Namjoon pauses, looking suspiciously shifty, “There are only seven…”

You wait for it.

“...teen.” He finishes.

“Kim Namjoon!”

Two Years Later

The short walk down the aisle ends too quickly as you find yourself standing in front of a teary-eyed Namjoon. Five of his friends stand behind him in a row, while the sixth stands proudly as the officiant.

They really are out here looking like a whole boy band, you muse. But, you only have eyes for their leader.

Namjoon stands before you, all tall and handsome in his tux; and as Officiant Jin™ begins the ceremony, you can't help but wonder how you got so lucky.

Finally, the ring exchange is introduced dramatically by Seokjin who spouts something about circles and never ending love. “Let us now have the rings brought forward and presented by the ring-bearer!” He booms, raising his arms up like he is summoning a great force.

Ring-bearer? You rake your mind for a prior mention of a ring-bearer… You thought Yoongi as the best man would have the rings.

Suddenly, Namjoon produces a silver whistle from his pocket and blows it once. You stare at your soon-to-be husband like he has sprouted another head.

And then you hear it: the sound of legs and claws scuttling across the floor towards the altar.

“Tell me that is not what I think it is,” You whisper-yell over to Namjoon, who looks way too pleased for your liking.

Your fears and exasperations come true as Namjoon swoops down to pick up Carl who has two shiny rings tied to his shell with a ribbon.

“Oh, Kim Namjoon,” You sigh as you watch him remove the rings from Carl and hand the crab off to a disgruntled Taehyung, “What am I going to do with you?”

“You’re going to marry me,” Namjoon grins.

And marry him you did.

a/n: jellyfish have no brains, lolz. idk why making joon call the reader a jellyfish made me crack tf up but IT DID.

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mourntheantagonist · 4 years ago

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hc that Billy comes to love bath bombs after Starcourt. He starts keeping some at Steve's house and some at home. He finds they help a lot when he's having a really hard time either with physical pain from his injuries or just when he's struggling mentally.

don’t mind me absolutely going off below. idk how this turned into a full fledged one shot but I hope you enjoy it anon because your mind is so amazing.

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I can imagine billy at home for one of the first few nights and he decides to take a bath because he still can’t really stand up too well on his own. when he walks in there’s a little bag on the counter that has his name written on it. Inside is this yellow sphere wrapped in plastic. he reads the label and follows the instructions and is stunned when the water starts to turn yellow and the scent of lemon fills the bathroom.

the scent is very calming, and considering he’s been on edge ever since he stepped back through the doors of his home, it’s a welcome feeling. when he gets in the water he’s surprised to notice the change of viscosity in the water. It’s slightly slimy but it feels really relaxing.

when he gets out of the tub after soaking for a while he feels for the first time since everything happened to be cleansed of the mindflayer. not entirely. but lingering hints to the scent of lemon make him feel clean and light and just a little less like a monster. no monster smells this good.

later that day max asked if he liked the bath bomb. for a split second he’s stuck on the word bomb until he figures out what she’s talking about.

“yeah. smelled good. thanks.” he’s still struggling to open up but he’s getting better about letting down his defenses, at least to max. part of letting down his defenses caused him to only be able to speak in one to two word sentences.

max understands though. and she appreciates not having to constantly walk on eggshells around him anymore. or at least not in the same way. instead being more concerned for scaring him rather than the other way around.

a couple days later he finds a box filled with twelve additional scents and colors and effects on his bed. he smiles. max.

she continues to restock for him as he cycles through each kind. his favorites are vanilla and lavendar and also the lemon. something about it makes his thoughts slow and his aches numb and he’s almost addicted to the feeling.

although it doesn’t last long because one day neil calls him out on it. asks him why he ‘smells like a faggot’. billy is initially able to say he used one of max’s soaps because he ran out, but that won’t fly for long. he eventually stops using them and lets the little collection he’s gathered sit under the sink in the bathroom to collect dust.

then he starts spending more time with steve. just needing to get out of his own house and out of his own bed for just a couple hours of the day he goes over to steve’s when he’s not at work. steve is constantly telling billy he enjoys his company but billy continues to apologize for burdening him. he’s not used to people just caring, and it’s especially foreign coming from steve for several reasons. one being that less than a year prior he nearly put him in the hospital. the second being that steve was a man, and there has never been a man in his life to actually care about him in that way. worried for his safety and well being. so billy tried to pull away, because he wasn’t going to allow him to let someone in just to be turned away at the door a second later.

but steve gets absolutely sick of it. sick of billy pulling away and believing he’s undeserving so steve practically forced him to believe it by kissing him the very next time he walks through the door. a very risky act on his part but he’s grown to trust billy over time that he’s not as worried as he could be for the outcome. he’s relieved when billy kisses him back, dropping a duffle bag to the floor that went completely unnoticed by steve as he was too locked in on billy’s lips. too locked in to notice the black eye that he only spotted when they pulled apart. too enthralled with the fact that he was kissing billy to taste the blood in his mouth. he’d ran away this time. he packed a bag and left and hoped steve would take him in. being met with a kiss right off the bat was the best thing that could have happened when steve opened that door. like the huge favor he was about to ask for almost became a small request because steve was inviting him into more than just his home. the kiss was an invitation into his life, and invitation for his care and love and all the mushy gushy stuff.

“I need a place to stay.”

steve, obviously and literally, welcomes billy into his home with open arms. immediately taking him to the bathroom to fix up the damage his father inflicted. steve kneeling before him while he sits on the toilet seat in complete silence. acting as if they didn’t have each other’s tongues down their throat just moments ago. both of them deciding it wasn’t the best time to talk about it. billy looked absolutely exhausted and worn and desperately needed sleep, and a nice bath (I know I just veered way off course but back to the regularly scheduled programming).

it was actually steve’s suggestion. noting the aches in his legs and back would probably be happy to be submerged under hot water. steve runs him the bath and goes to grab billy’s duffle upon request. steve gives him a soft kiss to the top of his head, before he leaves telling him they can talk about everything in the morning, and for him to just relax and take his time.

billy rummages for the small box he remembered to pack that’s filled with all the fun scents that max had been gifting him, after having to switch to using unscented alternatives which were nice but didn’t give him that same feeling.

he quickly picks out the cotton candy scented one that he’s been dying to try out. because what does cotton candy even smell like? he drops the bath bomb into the water and watches as it sizzles and quickly turns the water pink. oh if neil were there to see his sun soaking in a tub filled with pink water smelling like a fucking candy shop owner he’d do more damage than what had been inflicted earlier that night.

despite the developing bruises all over his body and the sting as the contents of the bath bomb filled his open wounds, he hadn’t felt this good in months. physically he felt like shit. but he was mentally and emotionally euphoric. running off the high from just minutes ago having steve harrington’s lips on his. the boy he believed to have been so far out of reach and was happy enough to just appreciate from afar. it felt unreal and like it was a dream. all that combined with the surprisingly intoxicatingly amazing aroma filling his senses and the feeling of rejoice as he finally took the steps to leave the clutches of his abuser and was so much more than successful. it was sheer bliss accompanied by aches and pains from past and present inflictions that didn’t seem so bad anymore.

steve and billy sleep in the same bed that night. they don’t cuddle or even so much as let limb touch limb, still unsure of the boundaries. but even with the distance between them steve can smell the unfamiliar candy like scent and takes it all in.

when they wake up in the morning they talk everything over during breakfast. billy tells him how his father just came home and started pounding into him completely unprompted. shouting slurs at him. the smell of whiskey potent on his breath. billy truly knew then that it was no longer about what he did or did not do. he’d feel his wrath regardless. and steve had scolded him about self preservation before and finally decided to take his advice.

then they adress the even larger elephant in the room, their kiss. it’s not that they were avoiding the topic per se, but they were definitely afraid to abandon this good feeling by talking about it. but they bite the bullet anyway, and they don’t regret that they do. despite how uncomfortable it is for billy to talk open about his feelings, especially these kinds of feelings, he feels something inside him release at the confession. like everything he was holding inside of him is free to the open air and steve takes hold of it and cherishes it.

their little unspoken thing that has been developing over the course of a few months finally being spoken. finally giving a name to the meaning to it all. of their late at night trips to the quarry. sharing a joint as they stare at the water below as it reflects the night sky. of their movie marathons on steve’s living room couch. giving meaning to each individual brush of the knee under the shared blanket. of stolen glances and words said under their breath. of thoughts of the other invading their dreams at night. a name to it all.

it’s a strange adjustment. to go from two guys secretly pining over each other from afar to instantaneously dating and living together. sharing a bed together, sharing meals together. things they were so used to doing alone now having a guest. it was nice and strange at the same time but they both welcomed it. waking up under the warmth of another human being. getting to see each other at their worst, when they were riddled with bed head and morning breath, and loving each other all the same.

what they did in bed wasn’t fucking. screwing. banging. it was much more. it was unfair to use those words that once described their previous encounters to describe what they did with each other. it was much different. putting their partners pleasure above their own. yearning for each other’s lips upon their own above anything else. as cheesy and corny as it is it was, they made love.

things moved awfully quickly. the two of them knowing they were in love with each other from the very start, however never saying the words out loud. they didn’t go through the normal stages of a relationship. they skipped a lot of steps and that led to some bad days. sometimes they spent too much time together, and billy’s on true safe haven came in spherical shaped and wrapped in noisy plastic, rather than a can of beer or a pack of marlboro’s.

that’s where he goes when things get shaky between the two. when he feels his fists clenching against his will and the veins on his forehead make their presence known. he escapes a potentially bad situation and lets his anger rise out of him with the steam of the hot water, and dissipate into nothingness. cleansing himself of the hurt. scars hidden under opaque colorful water.

the problem is steve doesn’t like when billy leaves him alone without word. he understands he needs his space, but he wishes he’d only talk to him about it before walking off.

on one day, when billy left mid conversation, steve follows. he honestly doesn’t know what he thought billy did in the bathroom for hours, and he’s not sure why he’s surprised to find his boyfriend laid out in a bath full of deep blue water with his eyes closed just relaxing. noticing the rise and fall of his chest as he takes in deep calming breaths. noticing the beach like scent that floods the room.

“can I join you?” steve finally asks. very intrigued in what all of this is.

billy thought he’d be more upset about steve bathing in. about him completely disregarding his need for space, but he wasn’t. perhaps space wasn’t really the thing he needed. he gestures to the other end of the tub, signaling the affirmative.

steve strips and slowly lowers himself into the tub. he’s facing billy who has since gone back and shut his eyes, head pointed to the ceiling. the water is very hot but feels really good on his skin. he has his legs pulled up to his chest as to not disturb billy. he just watches him as he relaxes completely. a state he rarely, if ever, has seen him in.

after several minutes billy opens his eyes and pulls steve over towards him so now they are both facing the same direction and steve is sitting in between billy’s legs. he has his arms wrapped around him and kisses his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for just walking out.”

“it’s okay. I get it.” steve responds, bringing his own hand to lay on top of both of billy’s that grip his stomach. “wanna tell me how you made the water turn blue?”

“magic.”

steve laughs and leans into billy, closing his eyes like he had and completely understanding almost instantly. it’s like he goes somewhere else. somewhere warm that smells of the ocean. somewhere nice and serene. he could easily fall asleep right there in billy’s arms. allowing himself to prune up under the water.

it’s something they continue together. when they both feel like they’ve had enough of each other for the day, instead of going off on their own, they strip down and enjoy a moment together in the tub. closing their eyes and imagining far away places while wrapped up in each other. a reminder that they’re both still there for each other. alone but together. dealing with their issues as a unit. feeling clean and smelling good afterwards.

steve comes home one day lugging in multiple bags worth of bath bombs along with other fun stuff like bath salts and bubble bars. their bathroom cupboards are better stocked than their kitchen. they both admit it might be just a little excessive.

but it doesn’t matter. because it’s perfect for them. any fight, any argument, any disagreement. all it takes is a brightly colored bath bomb and all that tension disaplears under the sizzle. it’s strange knowing they have max to thank for all of it.

#harringrove #this was so much fun to write #sorry it’s long and drawn out but I had to get it out bc I love this hc so much #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #fanfic #mandi writes tresh #headcanons #anon

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years ago

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summer sizzle | sweet - mjf [m]

[ prompts of choice ]

Honestly... I had a whole ass prompt set chosen for this but the need to write Maxwell as an actual fucking softie took over and I wound up not actually using ANY of the prompts I chose. So. Yeah. This is just an oc, softly getting railed by Maxwell.

[ pairing ]

Maxwell Jacob Friedman x Female!OC, Bianca. You will probably see more out of these two. I enjoyed writing this and maaaybe I’m tempted to do more with them as a result.

[ authors notes ]

I offer no apologies nor do I make any excuses. And the brunt of this was the result of a late night conversation between @unabashedwrestlefics and I last night. So. Yeah. Viv, if you’re reading, I love and blame you partly for this.

[ warning ]

Maxwell written as an actual sweetheart... provided that he actually gives a fuck about someone. Probably gonna piss a few people off but again, idec. I wanted this. I needed it. Smut. Not a condom to even be thought about. Body fluids. Biting. A little dirty talk, but mostly just teeth rotting filthy fluff.

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MJF & BIANCA, SOFT.

By the time Mox was pinning Maxwell for the 3 count, I was watching the match through my fingers, almost sick to my stomach and definitely dreading what the outcome of this match would most likely spell out.

If there was ever a night for the shoe to drop and the mask to come down, tonight was that night.

I was so sure of it that as soon as Maxwell stepped through the curtains, dried blood caked on his forehead, I’d mentally prepared myself a thousand times over for the tongue lashing of the decade. My eyes darted around but I didn’t see any of the girls I’d gotten to know in my short time working with the company.

I took a deep breath and I tentatively made my way over to him, choosing to keep my mouth shut as I typically do around him. The tension was thicker. I could see the anger brewing in his eyes. I could feel the tension in his body as I wordlessly slipped one of his arms around my shoulders to keep him a little more steady.

“Where the fuck is he?” Maxwell’s anger laced outburst shattered through me being lost in survival mode and I gazed up at him, a brow raised. “Who?” I finally asked.

“Fucking Wardlow. He did that on purpose.” Maxwell scowled and his eyes darted around the crowded hallway, searching for a sign of Wardlow.

As he did this, I took a shaky breath or two, preparing myself for what everyone’s been warning me about for weeks as far as he’s concerned.

Everyone’s so convinced that sooner or later, Maxwell is going to show me his nasty side and I am going to get hurt. I can’t count on both hands the number of times since creative stuck me as his valet upon arrival that I’ve had people pop up and offer condolence, -or protection, should the need arise. I guess I let that all get to me, because I’ve been living on pins and needles for weeks now and honestly?

Maxwell has literally never been anything like people claim he is towards me. I won’t say he’s been overly nice, because he’s just a naturally abrasive guy, but he hasn’t been the cold hearted bastard people write him off to be, either.

If anything, being his valet has been… well, it’s been strange. Because all this stuff people told me about him?

I’ve gotten the exact opposite, from him.

People told me he’d treat me like a toy. That he’d constantly tell me I was below him. That he’d probably wreck my self esteem.

None of that’s happened.

Maxwell spotted Wardlow while I was lost in my own thoughts and fears and before I could stop him, he was shoving through the crowd, catching up to the other man, shoving at him.

“Damn it.” I swore quietly to myself, pushing through the crowd gathered around them as they fought and trying to pull them apart. Every now and then I could hear bits of what was being said in between licks passed and shoves and punches, but it wasn’t enough to know exactly what had the two men fighting other than the fact that for whatever reason, Maxwell seemed convinced that Wardlow purposely cost him the title belt.

What got my attention was when my name came up. Maxwell seemed to be accusing Wardlow of something that had everything to do with me and Wardlow wasn’t bothering to deny it, either.

The whole thing was just… Too much for me, so I slipped away, hoping to just go somewhere quieter and pull myself together. As I rounded the corner, Mox stopped me, an arm beside my head as he stared down at me intently, this shit-eating smirk on his face that had his eyes dancing.

“What?”

“Better brace yourself, kitten. Gonna get the brunt of Maxy’s anger because Wardlow’s done with his shit.” Mox said it calmly, hoisting the belt over his shoulder as he continued to stare me down. I shrank back and bit my lip, trying to come up with any form of rebuttal.

Nothing came.

But it did leave me wondering. What if everyone was wrong about Maxwell? And I wasn’t stupid, I could look into Jon Moxley’s baby blue eyes and know that I was just another way to stick it to Maxwell and that just made me angry. So far, Maxwell had done literally none of the shit everyone kept accusing him of being capable of and literally every single guy back here? Turning out to be the ones who kept their truest selves hidden. Like Mox and his half-assed lazy little warning. Who the fuck did he think he was?

I stood taller, staring up at him in defiance. “So what? Is this you, offering to protect me? I hate to break it to you, Mox but… I don’t need or want your protection. I finish what I start, come whatever may.”

Even with my voice wavering just a little as I spoke, I was still impressed with myself because it was more me, less this unsure and quiet little meek thing I’d allowed myself to become just to tread on eggshells and keep from making waves. I stepped beneath his arm and slunk through the doors leading out into the parking lot, letting the night air hit me and calm me down a little. I pulled myself up onto a brick half wall and sat there, staring up at the night sky as I tried to work through all this confusion in my mind right now. Trying to pick the best path of the two I was currently torn between.

Everybody kept at me about how ruthless and cold and unfeeling Maxwell was. And yet, he hadn’t ever come across as any of those things. But I kept circling back to everyone saying it. Everyone being convinced they were right and they knew exactly what was going to happen to me.

I even had one of the girls in hair and makeup suggest to me that he was dangerous because he knew exactly how to pour on the charm and make you fall for him, but when he was tired, he knew how to turn off that charm and leave you feeling like you were nothing, like you were lost without him.

If it wasn’t at least a little true, I reasoned with myself as I waited on him to walk out of the arena, then why did everyone keep saying it?

By the time I heard the door being thrown open and my name being called,I’d made up my mind… Just keep doing what I’ve been doing for weeks now. Prepare myself for the worst. Keep waiting it out, see what happened in that regard.

He was towering over me and I tore my gaze off the moon and stars above to meet his intent gaze, my eyes searching a little, waiting on Wardlow to pop up like usual.

“Wardlow’s taking his own fucking vehicle tonight.” Maxwell mumbled quietly, gazing at me a few seconds. I nodded and took a deep breath, standing. At this point, I was just tired. I wanted to get to the hotel, get to the privacy of my own room and think. To try to figure out all this internal conflict. To try to figure out why exactly, despite everyone’s repeated warnings over the past few weeks, I still couldn’t deny that for whatever reason, there was this magnetic pull to the guy - and what that said about me if the ride to the hotel went as bad as I was half afraid it would.

Our bodies brushed together and I realized that yet again, we were migrating closer to each other. It happened a lot if I really stopped to think about it. It happened almost as much as the way he always seemed to be where I was. More than once I’d looked up to find him sort of staring at me. He’d always look away first, of course, but I couldn’t deny that I’d caught him looking on more than one occasion.

And then another thought hit me. I liked it.

“We should get going.” Max’s quietly muttered statement shattered through the bit of an epiphany I was currently having and I glanced up, swallowing hard when I found him staring down at me with this look in his eyes.

“It was just a match. Just a leather strap.” I don’t know why I said it, but I felt like maybe he needed to hear it. I tensed a little in the seconds following because I was at least half sure that he’d explode.

Because yes, I was still waiting on the mask to be peeled away and Maxwell to show me this nastier side people seemed to keep reminding me he had. The side I’d seen come to the surface so easily with pretty much everyone else.

“I’m tired and it’s late.” he muttered quietly, his eyes still locked on me. When our bodies bumped against each other all over again, I bit my lip just to keep the unexpected quiet whimper that rose to my throat from coming out. When I couldn’t take the way the tension between us seemed to be growing heavier with each second that passed, making my breath catch in my throat, I spoke up quietly.

“We should get going, Maxwell.”

I reluctantly stepped away a little, everyone’s repeated warnings about the man filling my head. The unease I’d been feeling earlier had lifted slightly and now I was just left with confusion. Tension. My own little pesky thoughts as of the last few minutes.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost swear he pouted slightly when I stepped away. I dug around in my pockets for the keys to his rental car and raised a hand, aiming the key fob in the general direction of the car, unlocking it and starting the engine. Then I turned to him and found myself on the receiving end of another one of those stares.

Which had me fidgeting more than a little, I could feel my thighs starting to slip off of each other. I reached out, prepared to take his gear bag, but he shook his head, slinging it over his shoulder as he fell into step beside me. For the entire walk across the lot, neither of us really said anything.

Like usual, he opened the passenger door and gestured for me to get in. I scoffed at him and shook my head. I tensed in anticipation of a potential argument or him being nasty towards me, but I took a deep breath and eyed the passenger seat and then him as firm as I could.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you drive when you just went through that.” I muttered as calmly as I could, continuing to hold his gaze.

,, why do you even care?” the thought bubbled to the front of my mind and I shoved it out, choosing to ignore it until later.

I needed to make it to the hotel. To the sanctuary of my own room so I could relax for the night.

Rather than argue, Maxwell sank down into the passenger seat, his head leaning against the headrest, his eyes closing. For the entire ride to the hotel, neither of us really said anything. And the tension that seemed to linger between us almost constantly?

So much heavier.

Not necessarily in a bad way, either.

I pulled the car into the empty space in the third row and I killed the engine, sitting there for a second or two, sort of collecting myself. In that time, Maxwell had gotten out and grabbed not only his gear bag but my bag from the trunk. I was just trying to process. To figure out whether it was safe to relax a little or whether the shit storm was incoming. A gentle rap at the drivers window had me looking up just as Maxwell opened the door on my side, staring down at me.

He held out a hand and I eyed it briefly, letting my eyes dart upward only to be locked on his. Naturally, he wasn’t bothering to say anything, instead, that cocky little smirk played at his lips.

He’s never very talkative with me. It’s weird, it’s almost as if he just doesn’t know what to do or say, so he does and says nothing. And yet, I found myself thinking, maybe that in itself says everything I need to know. My own gut feeling should’ve been enough for me to ignore everyone else’s warnings, but given that I’ve been burned two significant times in the past and whenever I’m around Maxwell, I always feel like I’m seconds away from letting my guard down. Which isn’t a bad thing but given what people keep telling me, I’m fully aware that it could backfire and be the thing that hurts me in the long run.

I don’t enjoy being a bundle of raw nerves around the guy. I want to be able to fully give him the benefit of the doubt. I want to relax. I’m just so afraid to do so until I can’t around him a lot of the time.

I blew at the shaggy strands falling into my eyes and tentatively, I reached out, taking hold of his hand. He pulled me up and out of the car seat. He pulled me with such a force that our bodies collided and his arm shot out, wrapping around me, hauling me closer as he continued to just silently stare down at me. And if the look in his eyes was anything to go by and I were a lot more… Hopeful… I’d almost swear that he intentionally pulled me closer. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask what he was staring at or why he was always doing it but I didn’t dare.

If I thought my thighs were slipping off of each other before, it was nothing compared to right now, the literal flood taking place in my panties at the look in his eyes. My breath caught a little in my throat and I managed a nod towards the hotel.

“Standing here isn’t getting us in.” Maxwell muttered the words quietly just as I was about to say them and I nodded in a daze, still trying to tear my eyes out of his. Neither of us had stepped away from the other. And that tension lingering between us?

Almost at a boiling point.

“It’s not.” I managed a quiet laugh as I finally tore my eyes off him and reached for my things. He shook his head. I didn’t want to argue, so I fell in step beside him quietly, the two of us body to body in the doorway leading into the hotel when he held the door open for me and I went to step inside at the same time as him. I gulped and found my eyes focusing on his mouth and despite all my best efforts, I stared for a good second or two.

From behind us, Jericho’s throat cleared and this only made me step closer to Maxwell and it hit me then.

I do that a lot. If someone comes up and I don’t feel comfortable? I find myself migrating closer to him.

I felt the warmth of his hand lingering at my lower back, fingers grazing right against bare skin and I felt a wave of heat rushing to my cheeks. Normally, he just kind of puts his hand there.

“Are you two going to move or stand there all night?” Jericho’s voice broke through our moment and I glanced over Maxwell’s shoulder, scowling at the man. Maxwell’s hand left my back and he whirled around, squaring up almost, a quiet growl slipping out as every single part of him tensed up.

“Max.” I mumbled his name cautiously. I was still very much trying not to rile him up.

“Just a minute, Bianca.” Maxwell grumbled, his gaze fixed firmly on Jericho. I rolled my eyes and reached out, tapping at his shoulder, immediately drawing my hand back just to be safe.

“I think you should probably listen to your pretty little valet, Friedman. This is a fight you don’t wanna start. Take your bruised ego and move it out of my way.” Jericho smirked as he said it and I tensed up all over again. Maxwell’s gaze flitted back and forth between me and Jericho for seconds that felt like years, anger flashing in his eyes almost dangerously until they settled on me. He took a deep breath and shoved at Jericho a little, muttering quietly, “I didn’t say you could talk to her, did I?”

“Maxwell. For the love of ten thousand fucks, the line.” I stopped mid sentence, giving Jericho my best hateful glare when my eyes met his and I found him staring at me like I was a piece of meat. “Jericho, if you don’t want a stiletto to the eyeball, I’d suggest you stop looking at me in that tone.” I snapped, biting my lip as I was quick to pull my gaze off the old creep and fix it back on Maxwell, nodding to the reception desk. “Line. Now.”

With one last lingering angry glare, Maxwell turned away from Jericho and we started to walk towards the line, falling into the end of it. I shuffled my feet and when he chuckled quietly, I glanced up at him.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Maxwell shook his head and went silent again. The line was getting shorter and I could feel myself relaxing a little more with each second that passed because it meant that I was closer to being in the sanctuary of my own room.

Where I could decompress, finally.

I had a lot to think about.

I took to scrolling through my Instagram account and a time or two, I felt his eyes on me. I rolled my eyes at the comments on a bikini pic I’d posted at a family barbecue the last time I’d been home and grumbled under my breath at an ex who’d slithered himself into my dms.

I felt Maxwell tense up beside me and after shoving my phone back into the pocket of my leopard print jacket, I glanced up at him, quickly looking away again when I saw the look in his eyes and I felt my cheeks starting to burn hot all over again. I shuffled my feet and squeezed my thighs together slightly but it didn’t help.

It was our turn at the check in desk now.

“A double?” the clerk flashed a smile at Maxwell and I. Honestly, I figured this would be the part where Maxwell made some cutting remark and demanded his own room, but to my surprise, he chuckled and dug into the sweats he was wearing to produce his wallet, passing it through the plastic barrier between our side of the desk and the other side.

I kept waiting on him to correct the assumption, but he never did. And for some reason, whenever I went to speak up and do so, my mouth refused to cooperate with my brain and make the words form.

As soon as the paperwork was filed and the clerk was handing us back our identification and Maxwell his wallet, I found myself gazing up at him, puzzled.

He bit his lip and stared down at me intently.

“That was okay, right?” he finally asked the question a good ten seconds later when we were standing in front of the elevator.

,, oh sure, sure. I’m fine, this is fine.” I thought to myself as the tension I thought I’d be getting rid of the second I was behind the doors of my own hotel room returned with a vengeance. Rather than argue, because I was still tiptoeing around him very much so at this point, I took a deep breath, gave him my best calm smirk and nodded.

Like a good girl.

Not rocking the boat, not making any waves.

But now, on top of everything else on my mind, I had yet another new thing to unravel… If everyone says he’s such a cold and heartless bastard, why in the hell would he take every opportunity he could get to be around me?

Because this has happened once before.

And yes, it was one hell of an intense weekend. I spent most of it down at the hotel pool or the hotel bar, just so I felt like I could breathe a little.

Because damn if being around the man almost constantly didn’t leave me breathless and so full of tension I thought I’d explode at any second.

The elevator doors slid open and I hurried on, leaning against the wall in the back. Maxwell stopped beside me, leaning in a little. “You know if you didn’t want to share a room, you could’ve said something.”

His voice was quiet, almost teasing. Almost as if he were amused by this. I’d been scrolling through my phone again and without looking up, I couldn’t, because God if I did, he was going to see the way my cheeks were burning bright red right now, I shrugged a little. “If I didn’t want to, you’d know it.”

The fact that when I said it it was 1000 percent true and I didn’t even realize it until I said it had my mind blown.

“Interesting.” he mumbled, mostly to himself. I scrolled through my Instagram feed again, trying to focus on anything but the night ahead. Or the tension between us that was now so thick that I felt like at any second, either one of us was going to explode.

The elevator squeaked and slowed to a death crawl and at one point, it lurched just a little, sending me into Maxwell’s side as I tensed on impact. “What the actual fucking..” I whined a little, eyes widening in panic at just the thought of now being trapped on an elevator.

“It’s just an elevator.”

His voice was calming, his breath tickling the shell of my ear and serving to make me almost painfully aware of the fact that I was pressed completely into his side and he’d slipped an arm around me to keep me there. “I realize that, but I need you to understand it’s called claustrophobia, sir.” I muttered the words in a daze, my gaze settling on him.

“That’s it. Keep lookin at me.” his voice was softer, an almost lazy drawl as he spoke. Neither one of us was making an effort to look away, god knows I tried. Somehow, just realizing that I’d fallen for the guy and people had warned me about him repeatedly just made me feel uneasy when he’d never shown me any actual reason to.

I gulped and nodded, my breathing syncing with his and I started to feel a little calmer. The elevator roared to life again and I relaxed a little, my shoulders slumping as I did so.

“Thank fuck.” I muttered quietly, making him chuckle a little as he reached up and brushed some hair out of my eyes, smoothing it behind my ear, giving a satisfied nod as he did so.

It felt like an eternity between the elevator starting back up again and when we finally reached our floor, but the doors finally slid open and I hurried off, stopping to wait on him.

He caught up just as I found the door to our hotel room and started to dig around in my pockets for the keycard and he tapped my shoulder.

I whirled around so fast that I catapulted myself right against him and before I could stop myself, a quiet whimper slipped out of my mouth. My eyes lingered on his lips and I took a shaky breath before forcing myself to look up and lock eyes with him. He was already staring at me, hints of an amused gleam in his eyes as he licked his lips slowly.

If I thought I had my thighs clenched before, they clenched so tight this time that I felt a dull ache starting to build.

“What?” my question came out quietly and he bit his lip and shook his head, again saying nothing. He took the keycard from my trembling hand and slid it through the card reader, pushing the door open as soon as the little light turned green and buzzed.

I stepped in, dropping my bags on the second bed and immediately shedding my shoes then flopping back first onto the bed, my eyes fluttering shut as I took a few seconds to attempt to decompress.

Tonight had been a lot. All I wanted was to try and fall asleep now that I was starting to realize that whatever explosion I’d been waiting on Maxwell to have apparently wasn’t coming.

Maxwell spoke up, shattering the silence in the room.

“Are you always this tense? Or is it me?”

I rose up slightly, propping on my elbows and staring at him a few seconds, completely unsure of how best to answer.

I felt really, really bad, because there was just something soft and quiet in his voice when he asked the question. And he wasn’t really looking at me, either, his gaze fixed intently on his hands instead. It was nothing like the strong and self assured guy the world saw on television. And if it hadn’t been for the weeks of literally everyone seeing fit to shove warning after warning about the guy down my throat constantly, I would’ve felt even worse.

I’d been tense, I’d been dancing and tiptoeing around him because I didn’t want to see that side of him. God knows I saw enough of that in an ex or two. I’d been holding my breath and waiting on him to be just like everyone said.. Or like those exes that I let my guard down for and I only ended up getting hurt by them.

As it all sank in, I shook my head, laughing at myself softly. If anything, this was not how I’d seen tonight turning out.

“ It’s not so much you as the shit everyone keeps saying. And the magnetic pull I keep trying to fight where you’re concerned...” I admitted quietly as I stood, starting to pace. Starting to ramble. Everything was spilling out of me because I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. I couldn’t keep going like this. “Everybody keeps telling me that you’re eventually gonna snap or worse, you’re gonna go cold towards me when the novelty of having a valet wears off and damn it, I just… I can’t deal with that happening. I’m afraid that you’re going to turn into my ex. I’m afraid that if I let my guard down, if I…”

He was watching me now and I could tell he was processing what I was saying. When I went quiet, he took a deep breath. “If you what?”

“If I let myself go ahead and fall for you, I’m only going to get burned all over again. And this time, it’ll be so much worse because this time, I’ll know it was the real thing and somehow, I wasn’t enough.”

I sank back down on my bed and let out a ragged breath, raising my hand to my forehead as I gave a quiet laugh. “The funny part of all this is it’s too fucking late. I did anyway and I’m just so goddamn tired of fighting it. Of spending second after second reminding myself that everyone keeps telling me you will hurt me. You will turn some hidden nasty side, that people seem to think you possess, on me. And I’m realizing now that you’ve pretty much shown that side with other people. But never with me.”

I kept my eyes closed as soon as I finished talking. Looking up at him was not an option, not for me, not at this particular moment. I kept waiting on laughter or some kind of cutting remark, the things I know he’s capable of and the things that I’m used to seeing from him with everybody else we know but nothing came.

He kept sitting there, silent and staring at his hands. Until he wasn’t. I sighed and stood, gathering my things to go and take a shower. Honestly, I thought that if I just got out of the room then maybe I could distance myself from the outburst I’d just had and the fact that his lack of a reaction did sting just a little. I thought that if I took a long and hot soak, I could get rid of some of this tension built up inside me.

I reached for the handle on the door to the on-suite bathroom and my breath caught in my throat, escaping in a quiet hiss as his chest pressed against my back and his hand covered mine over the handle. I turned around and my back connected with the door in a soft smack. For at least five seconds, all I could really do was stare up at him. He was staring right back, neither of us were saying anything.

“So that’s it. You tell a guy you’re falling in love with him and then you go hide in the bathroom?” a teasing smirk played at his lips and I gulped as I felt his hips really press into mine, the handle of the bathroom door digging into my lower back softly.

That didn’t last for long because while I was distracted by the way it felt to have that hard,muscular frame pressed so close to me and by the way I just wanted to raise to tiptoe and tug at his scarf to pull his mouth down to meet mine, I missed the way that his hand slipped between my lower back and the door. But as soon as I realized it, I whimpered quietly and despite trying desperately to control myself and keep at least a little bit of my guard up, I found myself pressing into him, our bodies rubbing together lightly. His other hand glided over my curves, going still at the hip as he dug fingertips into my skin lightly.

When he exhaled, it was shakier. When I found myself rubbing against him all over again, he groaned quietly, his mouth opening and closing like he was just about to say something but he backed out at the last second.

Fitting, because I’d be damned if I knew what to say at the moment, all things considered. All I did know was that the urge to take his face in my hands and kiss him until I couldn’t breathe was doubling, no, tripling by the second and it was getting so that I was fidgeting a little in a last ditch attempt to keep from doing so on a whim.

One of us had to cave, to do or say something. I was determined that it wasn’t going to be me. Because every single time I’ve caved in the past, it hasn’t gone well for me. His forehead rested against mine gingerly and the hand on my hip raised, resting against the side of my face and he chuckled quietly.

“You realize if I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t have demanded you as my valet… Right? I had to do something, they were going to put you with Mox. One of those other assholes.” his mouth brushed right against mine as he went quiet and I didn’t think, I just reacted. My hand caught on the side of his face, steering his mouth right back against mine and my other hand caught in his hair, giving a little tug. He pulled back, staring at me a second or two and shook his head, raising a finger to my lip when I went to speak. “I don’t waste my time. When I want someone, I want them.” filled the silence and sent the last of the tension I felt scattering and he was pressing into me with more urgence now, his hand against the side of my face as he leaned down, his mouth crashing against mine, his body rubbing against mine and making me whimper into the kiss as his tongue pushed between my lips, parting the barrier they formed to tangle with mine.

The kiss broke, and we pulled back from each other to breathe, Maxwell staring down at me with this wild fire burning in his eyes as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, the ragged rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took making it crystal clear that he was well past worked up if that weren’t already obvious to me before.

His hands caught on either side of my face as his forehead settled against mine and he stared down into my eyes. If I thought either one of us had a chance to properly catch our breath I was wrong because just when I caught my breath, his lips latched onto my lower lip all over again, nipping hungrily. “I mean that.” he muttered in a harsh intake just before his tongue slipped between my lips all over again, “ I don’t say things I don’t mean.”

I could feel his cock really starting to strain at the sweats he was wearing and I whimpered as he kept bucking himself against me and his mouth strayed from mine to wander right down the front of my throat. The hand resting against my cheek lowered to rest against the side of my neck, holding it still as the blunt of his teeth caught on my skin, littering it with little bite marks. “Fuck.” he breathed against my skin, the roughness of his lips and the warmth of his breath tickling the surface as he pressed me into the door even harder. “Do you not feel exactly what you’re doing to me right now, princess?” his hips snapped against me and I rubbed myself against the growing bulge strained at his sweats, my hand lowering and my fingers catching in the waistband.

He sucked in a ragged breath and bit his lip, a shiver racing through his body when I stepped away from the door and completely against him. With each step I took forward, he inched closer to his bed until the backs of his knees brushed against the thick mattress and when that happened, he sank down to sit on the edge and I lowered myself, settling in his lap, taking his face in my hand as my lips latched onto his all over again and I started to rock myself back and forth over the bulge strained at his sweats until I heard him whimpering even more and I could feel him bucking up into me from below.

His hand slipped up the hem of the little black dress and settled palm down against my throbbing core as he started to rub my lace covered crotch. My head fell back slightly, giving him access to my neck. He took the opportunity to his advantage, pulling me in as close as he could get me, latching onto my skin almost needy when he did it. The whimper that left his mouth and dissolved against my skin sent a shiver racing through me and I rocked myself down harder against the hefty bulge, earning me a needy whine from him as his fingers dug into my hips and he pressed me down harder, took control of the movement of my hips. It sent that dull ache building between my thighs to an almost blind throbbing pain.

His mouth trailed down my neck and one of his hands raised, the thin strap of the little black dress snapping under the weight of the tug from Maxwell’s fingertips and almost the instant the strap to my dress was no longer an issue, Maxwell was latching onto the neckline with his teeth, tugging it downward, revealing bare breasts.

He backed away and took several shaky breaths, his eyes roaming slowly and that smirk on his face just before he lowered his head, resting his forehead against the tops of my breasts. I clung to him and gripped his shoulders tighter while baring down against his lap as soon as I felt the way his teeth softly grazed against exposed skin and it had me shivering and whining almost helplessly.

I wanted his mouth on mine again. I needed him to kiss me. I reached down and tilted his chin, lust hazed brown eyes locking on mine as soon as we locked eyes and when I crashed my mouth against his, he deepened the kiss, bucking himself into me all over again from below. Harder.

One of his hands disappeared up the hem of my dress and I heard the quiet tear of fabric. Lace panties came away torn in his hand and he growled against my mouth as soon as he felt how wet I was already.

My hand slipped down, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his sweats all over again and I felt his abdomen tense as he took a deep breath and grabbed hold of my face, pulling my mouth against his all over again, greedily. His left hand lowered, disappearing beneath the dress, thick digits carefully working me open as his thumb struck against my clit, rubbing. “How’s that feel, hm?” the warmth of his breath against my skin as he mumbled against it had me whimpering and rocking myself against his fingers.

“Mmf.. Ah..” I whimpered as the ache began to intensify and all I could do was keep on meeting the scissoring thrusts of the fingers buried deep inside my dripping pussy and hope that took away some of it. “Feels so.. Fuck!” I cried out as I felt his fingers strike against my spot, sending tension through my body just to try and keep my rapidly approaching orgasm at bay. He chuckled as his mouth found mine again, teeth digging into tender and kiss swollen lips.

The more I moaned, the deeper inside me his fingers sank, stretching me out, the wet sounds making me both self conscious and almost a feral level of horny. It seemed to be doing the same for him because he growled against my skin as his mouth caught hold of my nipple, teeth latching on, his tongue dragging over the surface slowly until it stood erect, aching at the torture.

“Max!” the moan that came out of me shattered through the soft silence, echoing, making his mouth turn upwards in a smirk as he continued to lick and suck my tits, bucking himself against me from below while his fingers pumped in and out of my dripping heat. “That’s it, princess. C’mon. You can get louder.” he muttered soft against my skin, raising goosebumps to the surface and making me whine and beg.

The more I whined and begged, the slower he seemed to go until I was shaking with each thrust of his fingers or slow drag of his tongue over my nipples. A glance down at my chest showed hickies littering every strip of skin he’d been able to get his mouth on and I bit my lip just to keep from screaming his name out loud, a needy moan escaping instead. “Maxwell, c’mon. I need you. Now.” I grabbed hold of his face again, my mouth diving down against his as I begged and kept rocking myself over the bulge strained at his sweats and against nimble and fast moving fingers as they fucked into me, striking against my spot and sending shivers dancing through my body.

I tried tugging at the waistband of his sweats again and this time, he obliged, drawing his fingers out of my cunt and lifting me a little, working the sweats down his hips and letting them pool at his feet on the floor of the hotel room. I whined as my eyes settled on his thick length, standing at attention and I swallowed hard. Maxwell pushed up the little black dress over my hips and then lowered me down, his cock splitting me in two, stretching me out and filling me up.

“You need me now, hm?” he questioned, his mouth crashing against mine needy, slow and deep. I got the sense that he needed to hear me say it. That he needed to hear me say everything I felt, actually. With a whimper as he started to fuck into me from below, slowly at first, I grabbed his face in my hands, pulling his mouth back against mine all over again, my lips crashing against his in the neediest kiss I could manage. “Feels so good. So good.” I encouraged, my hips rocking back and forth, making him dig his fingertips into my bare ass, squeezing harder with each deep drive into my pussy.

My head fell back as I rode him faster and he raised a hand, tangling it in my hair, pulling my mouth against his, our teeth scraping and bumping together as his tongue rushed past my parted lips and tangled with mine. My legs circled his waist and the new angle had his hips stammering as he slowed down, pressing hot little kisses and nips against my face and throat, his forehead against mine and our faces so close that whenever he quietly muttered “I’m fucked. I’m absolutely fucked.” and gave a quiet chuckle, his lips brushed against mine and I whimpered, rocking my hips against his shaky thrust and responded quietly, “Why?”

“Because you got to me and that literally never happens. And now I have you and I…” he trailed off and although I wanted to push for him to say more, I got the feeling that it was hard for him.

To my surprise, after a few gentle biting kisses trailing down the side of my neck and across the tops of my breasts, he raised his head and met my gaze again, capturing my mouth in a deep and needy kiss as he groaned out, “I’ll do whatever I have to to keep from losing you. You have me.” he emphasized his words with an even deeper drive into my dripping cunt, immediately bottoming out and pushing me even closer to an orgasm that I was only barely holding back from having, his hips snapping upward, his cock striking my g-spot over and over as he bottomed out and his hands roamed all over my body gently cupping and squeezing, touching me anywhere he could get his hands on me.

“Ah fuck! Bianca.” Maxwell’s growled words echoed off the walls and he pulled me against him tighter, his mouth latching onto mine in a deep and needy, bruising kiss. My lips were aching and swollen now, I could feel it. “Maxwell, please. I’m so close.” I whimpered, tears starting to sting at my eyes because I simply couldn’t hold off anymore.

“C’mon, princess. Use me. Get off.” Maxwell’s head fell back as he continued to slam into me from below, his fingers digging into my asscheeks deeper, squeezing. “Can’t wait to feel you get my cock wet, baby.” his words were a quiet groan against the shell of my ear, his heavy breathing merging with mine as I started to bounce myself up and down on his cock faster. Deeper. He met each bounce eagerly.

My orgasm shattered through me, leaving me shaky and light-headed but Maxwell kept pumping me up and down on his cock, determined to fuck me right through it and nearly into another one because it all felt so good. Too good. Too much. I almost couldn’t think straight. I latched my lips onto his neck and he groaned quietly, his hips stammering as he slowed down a little and tilted my chin so that i had to look him in the eye, pulling my mouth against his all over again in a lingering and tender kiss as he muttered lazily against my lips that he was getting close and he didn’t want to stop. I gave a helpless and needy whine, nodding my head, begging him not to stop, my pussy still tightly clenched around his cock. “So close, ah.. Fuck. Are you ready, princess?”

“Please?” I begged in a breathy moan, clinging to him as dots danced in front of my eyes and I tried and failed a time or two at actually catching my breath and calming down. I could feel his cock throbbing, the warmth of his seed settling inside, coating me as the excess slowly leaked out. He fell back against the bed and pulled me down on top of him, his arms wrapping around me tight as he buried his nose in the crown of my hair, taking a few long and deep breaths, his cock still buried inside me as we lie there.

“I don’t want to move.” he mumbled quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Just wanna stay exactly like this.”

“Me either.” I yawned lazily, my lips pressing against the side of his neck. I rose up a little to stare down at him and he leaned into my face, his lips feathering against mine as he muttered quietly, “You know I meant all of it… Right?”

I nodded, giving a soft smile as I deepened the kiss. “You don’t say things you don’t mean, remember?”

He chuckled quietly, pulling me back down against him, his hand smoothing over my back, toying with my hair.

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keroujack · 5 years ago

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Omg could you do number one from that prompt list? For harringrove 💕

absolutely, my dear, sweet anon ❤️ enjoy!!

1. “If this is you flirting, I don’t like it.”

If there were nine periods in an ordinary school day, Billy was asleep for eight of them.

Well. Seven. He didn’t mind gym.

Or lunch. So six.

Billy slept through six periods in an ordinary school day and only woke up for three.

Seventh period gym. Fifth period lunch. And fourth period English.

Fourth period English, where Steve Harrington sat a row up, a seat over, and Billy was in the perfect place to annoy the living fuck out of him.

Because really, what else was he supposed to do? He was bored, he’d already read The Catcher in the Rye, and Harrington was right there.

A row up, a seat over.

Billy had sort of been walking on eggshells since that night in November, since the apology he went out of his way to make a couple weeks later.

It had been little more than a huff, a short set of words that lacked any real eye contact, a nervous habit Billy tried to make up for with genuine sincerity. Was glad and slightly relieved to know his tone had done the trick when Harrington said that it was alright, that he appreciated the apology and that they could leave all that shit in the past.

Which meant they were on even turf again.

And Billy’s hands, they were itching,

His hands were itching, Harrington was a row up, a seat over, and it had been too long since Billy had seen any fire in those big, brown eyes.

And besides that, games were more fun than books anyway.

It was early April, Hawkins was too slow, and Harrington was too close.

He was the easiest, prettiest target.

So Billy set a plan into action one calm Monday morning when he ripped a thin sheet of loose-leaf out of his notebook as slowly, as quietly as he could. Normally, he wouldn’t have cared about making any noise, liked to make a show out of a mid-class disturbance and wanted to turn a couple heads in the process, but Harrington was only a row up, a seat over.

Billy didn’t want him to turn his head.

Not yet anyway.

Once the page was free, loose, he started at folding it down into the smallest possible triangle he could manage. Decided to be a little meticulous about it, took his time and pressed his thumb into the lines of hard creases, felt it get fatter, thicker with every press, every fold.

When it was small and perfect, when his mouth was pulled into a smile and he had something bright bubbling at the top of his chest, he teed the little triangle up on one corner, stood it up between his desk and the pointer finger on his right hand.

Got it set, took aim. Held his breath and squinted and flicked the fat wad of paper with the middle finger on his left hand.

And nailed Harrington right in the back of the head.

Harrington’s hand shot up and Billy caught his cheek between his teeth to bite back a wider smile. Bit back a laugh at the confused look that twisted Harrington’s face as he felt at the back of his head.

Brow knitted tight, mouth a thin line. Hand in his hair to feel where the paper had hit him as he looked down at the floor.

He leaned over in his seat when he spotted it, reached down for the folded-up, little triangle with his free hand and looked over his shoulder once he was upright again.

Scanned the room behind him for some sort of idea as to where the paper had come from, who had thrown it, but Billy kept his eyes forward, kept his arms crossed over his chest.

Kept totally still until Harrington gave up and had no other choice but to turn back around and shove the folded-up little triangle into his backpack. To drop it.

Billy was warm. He had knots twisting white-hot in his stomach with something like satisfaction, something like victory, but he dropped it, too.

You know. Until the next day. When he did the whole thing all over again.

Folded a thin piece of paper into the smallest possible triangle he could manage, teed it up with his right hand, flicked it with his left.

And nailed Harrington right in the back of the head.

He was quicker to turn around today, Harrington. Billy only had half a second to focus his eyes on the front of the room and clasp his hands together on his desk before Harrington turned to look behind him.

So quick that Billy forgot to bite back the smile pulling at his lips, the same one pulling at the corners of his eyes as Harrington’s burned a hole in his skull.

With it, his too wide smile, Harrington’s sharp look, he knew Harrington knew, knew Harrington knew it was him, but he just kept his attention forwards. Didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t want to give Harrington the satisfaction of catching him red-handed.

So he waited. Ignored the spark in his chest, ignored the heat of Harrington’s eyes, and waited. Waited and waited and waited and watched Harrington turn to face forwards in his peripheral vision after what had to be a solid thirty seconds of glaring.

Billy let himself relax then, let out a breath and took that as his chance to take a look himself. Let his eyes wander a row up, a seat over. Watched Harrington reach down for the folded-up, little triangle so that he could stuff it somewhere in his notebook.

Watched his shoulders draw up a little higher. Watched the line of his jaw tense and ease. Watched his hand tighten around his pen and his leg bounce beneath him.

Harrington’s nerves were singing, burning. Billy thought if he closed his eyes he’d be able to smell the smoke. And he wanted more of it.

Wanted more fire.

So what else could he do but flick that stupid wad of paper at him all over again on Wednesday?

And Thursday?

And Friday?

Friday was the day that Billy finally slipped a little. Nailed Harrington in the back of the head with a folded-up, little triangle and met his eyes when he turned to look over his shoulder.

Looked back at him. Wanted to see the irritation for himself, needed to see the fire crackle in his eyes. Met Harrington’s glare with a smile and a wink that made him huff. Just a short little breath that Billy could hear, wished he could feel on his neck.

Because apparently Friday was the day Harrington was finally ready to slip a little, too.

He reached down for the folded-up, little triangle, but he didn’t shove in his backpack or his notebook. Didn’t get rid of it.

No.

He kept it in his hand. Poked at the pads of his fingers with the corners, first his thumb, then his pointer, his middle. And again. And again. Just this slow cycle of twisting and turning and prodding that Billy couldn’t take his eyes off even if he wanted to.

Was so distracted by it, so focused on the easy movements of Harrington’s hand that he didn’t quite hear the bell ring.

Didn’t move fast enough before Harrington stood, took a step over, a step back, and stopped right in front of his desk.

Billy’s heart started to climb as his eyes did the same, leaned back and looked up at Harrington with a smile pulling at one side of his lips.

Spoke with a lazy, “Can I help you?” that made Harrington tip his head to one side.

But he didn’t speak right away.

Just watched Billy for a long second, eyes hot with something, something like fire, fire that sent a flush to creep up Billy’s neck that he hoped to God Harrington couldn’t see.

And then he was smiling, Harrington. He was, he was smiling. A little.

Had this teeny, tiny quirk at the corners of his lips when he dropped that folded-up, little triangle in the middle of Billy’s desk and leaned down. Dropped his voice down low. Let his breath ghost over Billy’s face.

Let his eyes linger in Billy’s for three full seconds before he said, “If this is you flirting,” and flicked his eyes down towards the paper, dragged them back up Billy’s face, shook his head once and finished off the sentence with a soft, “I don’t like it.

And Billy felt his jaw go slack. Felt Harrington’s laugh on his cheeks as he stood tall and walked away.

Left Billy to stare at his back while his heart lodged itself in the back of his throat because of all the things Harrington could have said there-‘fuck off’, ‘get lost’, ‘leave me alone’-of all the things Billy thought he was going to say, that was not one of them.

If this is you flirting, I don’t like it.

And he’d been-he had been smiling. When he said it. Got real close and smiled and dropped his voice down low and put Billy on his heels. Knocked him flat on his ass.

Made Billy wonder if maybe he wasn’t the only one here trying to play with fire.

Because if Harrington wanted to play with fire, if he wanted Billy to flirt, he could do that. He’d been trying to flirt with Harrington since the day he fuckin’ landed in Hawkins, but he’d never actually imagined having the chance to like, be overt about it.

Had never actually imagined being invited to flirt, no less being invited by somebody like Steve Harrington.

But Billy had never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Didn’t need somebody like Steve Harrington to ask him twice.

So he spent the rest of the day, all weekend thinking about how could do exactly that.

Come that next Monday, come fourth period English with Harrington sitting a row up, a seat over, Billy already had an idea. Well, he had a few, but there was one he had a better feeling about than the rest.

One he didn’t exactly have to go out of his way to follow through with.

He tore a sheet of paper out of his notebook as slowly, as quietly as he could, but he didn’t fold it right away.

Not today.

Not before he uncapped his pen and wrote, ‘Your ass looks fantastic in those jeans,’ right in the middle of the page.

After that, he went about his normal business. Folded it, took aim, nailed Harrington in the back of the head, but when Harrington turned to glare at him, Billy gestured with his chin towards the floor.

Towards the folded-up, little triangle.

Harrington followed his eyes and reached down to pick it up. Looked at Billy again with a pinch caught between his brow, but Billy didn’t let his expression change, just nodded towards it again and was glad he didn’t have to clarify any further when Harrington unfolded it.

Ran his eyes over it slow, again a second time. Let out a laugh so bright, so loud on the third go that he had at least four people look over and tell him to shush.

Dumped kerosene all over the fire in Billy’s stomach and made him want more.

More of that laugh. More of that feeling. More of that fire.

Gave him no choice but to do it again the next day. Tuesday.

No choice but to tear a page of his notebook and write, ‘You’ve got a really nice laugh,’ in the middle before he folded it down and nailed Harrington in the back of the head with it. Watched him reach down and open it without prompting. Read it.

Looked over his shoulder at Billy with a smile so wide it crinkled the corners of his eyes.

Billy wanted more.

So he did it again the next day. Wednesday.

‘I like it when you smile at me.’

This one turned Harrington’s cheeks pink, sent a flush up the line of his neck that Billy wanted to feel beneath his palm. Fire safe to touch.

Fire Billy wanted to see again. Wanted more of.

So he did it again the next day. Thursday.

‘Anybody ever tell you how pretty you are when you blush?’

This one turned Harrington’s cheeks rosy and red just like Billy wanted, but it also made Billy’s heart beat faster.

Made pride bloom in his chest when he realized he was four for four. Four days in a row. Batting a thousand.

But he still wanted more.

So by Friday, when Billy was four for four, sitting in fourth period English with Harrington a row up, a seat over, he got a little braver.

Tried to ignore the shake in his hand as he pulled another sheet out of his notebook and put his pen to the paper. Wrote the words slow, spent a long second on every letter and let his pen linger on the question mark.

Folded it, slower, let his heart rate speed up, faster, and felt his chest twist and clench as he got it down into a small triangle, teed it up, flicked it.

And nailed Harrington right in the back of the head.

Held his breath as Harrington opened it up and ran his eyes over the words.

‘What do you think about catching a movie tonight at 9?’

He couldn’t quite breathe while he waited for some sort of reaction. For Harrington to turn and look and smile. Or maybe for him to turn and look and shake his head no.

Harrington do any of that, though. Didn’t turn. Didn’t look. Didn’t smile at him over his shoulder. Didn’t let Billy see the fire in his eyes. His cheeks.

Instead, he folded the paper back down and stuck it in his pocket. Opened his own notebook. Turned to an empty sheet. Ripped it out and wrote something down and folded it up into a tiny, little triangle.

A fat wad of paper Billy watched him poke the pads of his fingers with the rest of the period.

The same wad of paper he dropped in the middle of Billy’s desk when the bell rang and didn’t wait for him to open before he walked away.

Maybe waited around the corner, poked his head in at the edge of the doorway to watch Billy unfold it with shaky, unsteady hands. Watched a slow smile take over his face at the words looking back at him.

‘You pay for tickets, I’ll pay for popcorn.’

Heard him laugh when his eyes landed on the bottom.

‘P.S. I definitely like this better.’

Yeah.

Billy knew how to flirt.

He even had a date with Steve Harrington to prove it.

And 9 o’clock just couldn’t come fast enough.

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strawberryspeachy · 3 years ago

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What do you do of course you support your family because family is most important

A few months before I went to college I decided I’m not gonna go out of state I’m gonna stay home I’m gonna go to community college but then I had an argument with my mom because she forgot that I told her that I needed to go somewhere I always told her my whole life I always told her but because she was upset that she was forgetting things she picked fights with me and of course I was a teenager I fought with her - it wasn’t really anyone’s fault we were just having an argument and then my grandfather came running up the steps and screamed at me yelling at me about how I’m not allowed to fight with my grandmother and how dare I talk to her like that. Him and my great grandmother were always doing stuff like that

My mom always apologized I always apologized we hated fighting we didn’t stay angry at each other for long. I was sick of getting screamed out all the time so I left and I went to a college that I couldn’t afford and that I was miserable at because I wanted to get out of my house and live far away from my grandfather and my great grandmother

And even after my great grandmother died my mother who is a crazy narcissist kept doing things like spilling stuff through the ceiling of my room or breaking things screaming at me forcing me to be her taxi stomping around the house being just sadistic to me and mom and I fought with her but she kept cooking food for my grandfather at that point to get on his good side

And he didn’t like people fighting so he always took her aside and she was always making stuff up and trying to get me in trouble literally trying to get me kicked out of the only home that I’ve ever known for my entire life because she was too busy getting high on the streets she wasn’t around that was my home it wasn’t her home but because she thought it was funny or some shit to get me in trouble she’d literally try to get me kicked out of my home

Day in and day out that woman constantly harassing me breaking my stuff screaming at me and then when my grandfather sold the house he kept talking about how he was going to kick both of us out because apparently I was equally as responsible for the person that my entire family literally moved from our first house to get away from we moved to my home to get away from my psychotic mother and her drugs and her crazy friends

And my uncle who also Fucking knows how psychotic my mother is came up and made us write out a contract when we were moving about how we weren’t going to fight or have any arguments even though it was literally always her starting it she called me a racial fucking slur she screamed at me in the middle of a fucking grocery store because I asked her to not go play the freaking lottery tickets because I wanna go home I’m not be her taxi it’s not my fault that she didn’t want to learn to drive

But it was my fault

And my uncle and my grandfather support her being psychotic toward me and are constantly always blaming me I had to clean the house my house with poop caked on the floor where when the toilet that was always overflowing would go through the ceiling would come through the light sockets and I had to clean my moms room I had to give my mom a bath I cleaned up my mom‘s poop but no one believe that I did anything because my mother would take credit for all of it and before her my great grandmother would take credit for all of it no one fucking believe that I did anything because both of them would always just make me out to be the bad guy to everyone

And even my uncle came up and helped clean out my great grandmothers room when my mom fell and before we moved we put her in that room and no one knew how to clean it and I had to tell them how to clean it because I’m the only fucking person aside from my mom who knew how to clean the house and suddenly they were like oh maybe your mother is a liar because she doesn’t know how to clean it and you do and you do it well because you do it all the fucking time but no that didn’t actually prove anything just a momentary not me getting bitched at

[the picture is of kittens. Can you find the kiddens? Theres three and their mom. That was (the middle of) my moms room… not even at its worse. The whole house looked like that. This is a picture before the cat/dog/cow/human poop was stomped into the floorboards in her room]

So I want to go home and I want to help my grandfather get better but then what. what the fuck do I do my mom isn’t there if it were my mom I would’ve already bought the ticket I’d be on my way I’d be leaving. I still love my grandfather it’s not his fault that my great grandmother traumatized and made them into an angry drunken asshole but it doesn’t change the fact that when I’m around him I feel like I’m walking on eggshells it doesn’t change that a lot of my current issues are because he was an asshole and I’m already dealing with my mom not being here and I don’t know what to do

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inkribbon796 · 3 years ago

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I Thought We Were Brothers Ch. 1: Wish I Could Relive Every Single Word

Summary: Marvin and Chase have a lot of unspoken grievances between each other and neither of them know what to do about it.

A/N: For Marvin’s birthday. Chapter title from the song “Brother” by Kodaline.

Chapters: 1, 2

Marvin knew he should say something. Anything at this point was better than the growing chasm opening up between him and several of the Septics. J.J and Henrik were civil on a good day but Chase was a different matter.

It started way before time travelers came came back with grim news, or Marvin first voiced the want to train Chase’s daughter in magic. It began with Robbie.

Sweet, innocent Robbie.

Marvin would never apologize or regret raising the young teen from the dead. He couldn’t.

The magician had looked the young man’s mother dead in the eyes and swore that he’d protect Robbie. Had sworn on his magic and own soul that he would do everything in his power to always bring him back to her alive. And Marvin had done just that, he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if he hadn’t tried.

But that night had left Marvin and Chase on unspoken bad terms. Chase ceased trusting Marvin, had started drinking again, and then cleaned himself up a couple months after. The atmosphere, forever spoiled.

After the incident with the Suits, Marvin had ceased trusting Chase as well. Chase now had a part of Clubs forever buried in his soul, and it showed in little ways. His beard was getting trimmed instead of him just allowing it to go wild until he shaved it back. He’d gotten a gun, a real one, and was hiding it in his room in the base. None of the heroes tried to talk about it, but many of them knew it was there. The marksman sometimes made especially barbed jabs at Marvin when he was tired or too exhausted to keep his filter up. Then there was the matter of Dark.

Marvin had seen the look in Chase’s eyes whenever Damien was on the news. Chase was especially anxious whenever Marvin got near any of Dark’s kids. Even if those kids were King and Host. Dark was more willing to hold long conversations with Chase, and Chase had been caught by Marvin on more than one occasion texting Dark.

There was something growing between Dark and Chase and everyone was too busy walking on eggshells to confront either party about it.

Well Marvin was sick of watching his friend group tear itself apart. He needed to talk to Chase, before the guy did something stupid.

Marvin walked into the comms room. Chase was in there with Tommy and King.

“This job always as borin’[1] as shit?” Tommy asked.

King chuckled, “Yeah but so long as you’re listening to the feed you can be on your phone or work on stuff. Logan and Bing once built a transforming roomba from the ground up during a couple comms sessions. It’s why Logan likes to be in here, he gets his little side projects done.”

While King and Tommy were talking, Chase immediately noticed that Marvin had opened the door and was just staring at him.

“Hey Chase, can we talk?” Marvin asked.

“Logic, takin’[2] a smoke back,” Chase scoffed into the microphone and stood up, “King, yeh[3] have seniority, call us if anythin’[4] happens.”

“Yes, finally!” King smiled in joy and threw his arms up as Tommy groaned in annoyance, flopping back in his chair and rolling his eyes. “I got it!”

Without a word, Chase stepped out and quietly motioned for Marvin to follow him and took him out to the little smoking area. There Chase lit up a cigarette and took a deep lungful of nicotine laced smoke, before even acknowledging Marvin’s presence, “What do yeh[3] want?”

“I wanna talk,” Marvin reminded. “Why do yeh[3] think I followed yeh[3] out here yeh[3] bollocks[5]?”

Chase took a seat, “Fine, what yeh wanna go on about?”[6]

“Look, I know we don’t usually talk, but we need ta[7] talk about somethin’[8],” Marvin told him.

The marksman gave an amused chuckle, “Nah, we don’t have anythin’ ta talk about. Just go back ta yer books Marv.”[9]

“Yeh[3] hate me, so we got shite[10] ta[7] talk about,” Marvin told him.

“You murdered Stacy an’[11] the kids, ‘a[12] course I fookin’[13] hate yeh[3]!” Chase ripped the cigarette out of his mouth and stomped towards him.

Marvin flinched and Chase pulled away, “An’ sure yeh didn’t this time, but yeh did the other times, yeh did before they came back. Yeh set an entire city on fire, killed hundreds ‘a people. What am I supposed ta say ta yeh?”[14]

“I know,” Marvin called back, terror in his voice. “I know an’ don’t know what the fook was wrong with me ta brin’ me ta that point. That is hundreds ‘a thousands ‘a people who did nothin’ ta deserve the horror ‘a fookin’ burnin’ ta death!”[15]

“I don’t remember what was wrong with yeh[3],” Chase shot back, still angry. “I got stuck with that fooker’s[16] feelings, not his memories.”

The two of them fell quiet, the air nasty and injured between them.

Marvin felt like poison was bubbling in this throat. “The fook[17] happened ta[7] us?”

“Yer gonna have ta be specific,”[18] Chase asked curtly.

“I wanted ta[7] learn magic an’[11] hunt ghosts,” Marvin raked his hands down his face. “I didn’t want ta[7] save the world an’[11] deal with the fact I fooked[19] the future so bad it had ta[7] be fixed.”

“Yeah,” Chase frowned, before his phone went off. Chase pulled it out to see a text had shown up. It was Mori, in the water, near some tunnels with a fish in his mouth, the photo taken from the shoreline which meant Memento or Tempus had probably taken the picture.

The picture got a tiny breathy laugh from Chase, and a small smile. His kids seemed to be having fun, they didn’t seem to be getting into some big trouble. Yet, at least.

“They usually text yeh[3]?” Marvin asked, trying to make his tone sound less hostile.

“Yeah,” Chase’s expression turned bittersweet, he started texting Dark with an update. “Helps ta have a second pair ‘a eyes on ‘em. They tend ta slip out ‘a the Manor or the warehouses when Dark’s not watchin’. An’ that’s on a day when Wil doesn’t just sweep ‘em away an’ cause trouble with ‘em.”[20]

“Why are yeh in charge ‘a watchin’ ‘em?”[21] Marvin asked, completely confused. “Can’t those two just rise an’[11] repeat what they did with the other six? I mean if yeh[3] can handle raising six fookin’[13] demons in secret, three seem like no big deal.”

Chase paused, his fingers still. They were going to figure it out eventually. King already knew, he’d confided that in Chase already. “Cause[22] they’re mine, Marv.”

Marvin spent the next minute trying to figure out if Chase was joking, and then another minute trying to figure out how that was possible since they were demons and Chase was still human.

But a nagging feeling tickled the back of his head: was he still human?

Logan and the other Sides had been demons since the first moment he had met them and no one had been the wiser. Not even the Sides, and Marvin should have known. He should have taken one look at Virgil and more importantly Remus and known. Chase could be a demon, he could not know, and fly under every kind of test and radar known to magic itself. Hell, Patton and Roman still came up as humans for those tests.

“Do— Does uh,” Marvin floundered for an adequate response, because what the hell was he supposed to say to that! “Does Dark know?”

“Yeah, he’s the one who told me,” Chase was moving his cigarette back up to his lips. “Don’t know if he told the rest ‘a[12] his kids but they all know too. King said as much.”

“So what now?” Marvin asked.

Chase let out an ugly, contemptuous snort, “What about now?”

“Dark’s got yer[23] kids, is there another custody battle comin’[24] up?” Marvin winced at the memory of Chase’s last custody battle, one he had lost handedly.

“They’re Dark’s kids, he’s the most powerful bein’[25] in all Egoton, there’s nothin’[26] ta[7] fight against, Marv,” Chase dismissed, rolling his cigarette around in his mouth.

“Chase, no yeh can’t just roll o’er an’ just—”[27] Marvin spat.

“Calm yer[23] fookin’[13] tits, Marv,” Chase scoffed. “Dark an’[11] I have somethin’[8] set up. I see ‘em[28] more than I see my human kids.”

Marvin shoved his hands in his pockets, not sure what to do with them. “Okay, that’s good at least. So did yeh an’ Dark talk about stuff then. I know that the Clubs version ‘a yeh was with him in the future.”[29]

“I don’t have a future with Dark anymore,” Chase snarled. “He’s with Wil.”

“Wil cheats on him with practically the entire town,” Marvin reminded.

“I know!” Chase slammed his fist on the bench before raking his fingers down his face. “Yeh[3] think I haven’t noticed that bubblegum bastard perched on his arm, being the fookin’[13] shittiest arsehole[30] in the whole fookin’[13] world?”

Marvin opened his mouth but Chase turned and started on a tirade, “Dark is loyal ta[7] him. He fookin’[13] raised those kids almost by himself. An’[11] what does he get in return? The fooker[31] rips his heart out an’[11] leaves. It pisses me off.”

“I thought they said Wil died?” Marvin asked and all the momentum bled out of Chase’s system.

“Yeah he did,” Chase corrected himself. “Fook![17] I did it again.”

“Did what again?” Marvin asked.

“I say weird thin’s[32], I do weird thin’s[32],” Chase dismissed. “Yesterday I made like three different coffees, one fer me, one fer Eef, an’ another fer Dark. Crank wasn’t e’en in that day, an’ why the hell should I be makin’ a fookin’ coffee fer Dark? I was in the base.”[33]

“Wasn’t future yeh datin’ him or fookin’ him or somethin’?” Marvin asked.

“I think he was gonna[34] propose,” Chase admitted.

Marvin just stared at Chase, “What? How do yeh[3] know?”

“I caught myself lookin’[35] at rings,” Chase admitted. “Tryin’ ta find somethin’ that looks nice with red an’ blue. Not that it’s ‘a any use now.”[36]

“How much do yeh[3] remember or feel?” Marvin asked, coming closer and taking a seat next to Chase.

“I don’t have memories, just his feelin’s[37],” Chase frowned in thought. “Frustration, anger, love. Future me was so smitten with Dark that I know he was killin’ fer him. The weight ‘a my guns feel off now. Whene’er I look at Mori an’ Memento I feel so upset ‘cause they’re with Wil an’ they’re so big an’ it eats at me. Wilford fookin’ stole my kids an’ changed ‘em, an’ I’m supposed ta stand by an’ watch his aura keep changin’ ‘em.”[38]

“Have yeh tried talkin’ ta Dark about this?”[39] Marvin questioned.

“An’[11] tell him what?” Chase demanded. “That I fookin’[13] hate his guts an’[11] I wanna[40] take him out on a date ta[7] this nice curry place I saw on my last patrol at the same time. That I think his boyfriend is awful fer[41] him an’[11] I wanna[40] put a hollow point right between his fookin’[13] eyes?”

Marvin was trying to find some way to comfort or calm Chase down as he kept rambling. “Yah know maybe I should march my arse o’er ta his office an’ tell him that I hate wakin’ up in the morning. That when I wake up, I can’t stand it when my bed is fookin’ empty. That someone is supposed ta be in my bed with me an’ I just lay there fer hours ‘cause I can’t leave until he knows I’m there.”[42]

“Yeah, Marv, Dark would love that,” Chase laughed sadly. “Big, powerful mob boss would love some sad alcoholic who can barely hold himself together long enough ta[7] get out ‘a[12] bed in the mornin’[43]. That’ll really get his attention.”

“Well he must’a liked somethin’ ‘cause he was datin’ yeh,”[44] Marvin tried to offer.

“Wil was dead,” Chase reminded. “He’s alive an’ kickin’ now. Dark’s not gonna e’en look my way if Wil’s alive.”[45]

Marvin and Chase went quiet again. Unsure how to help either of them.

Fortunately for Marvin, he didn’t have to. King called them both back in. City hall wanted Average, Marvin, and Jackie to come in for a meeting.

Marvin saw the tense look in Chase’s eyes but he agreed and the two of them set off to meet Jackie at City Hall.

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Accessibility Translations:

1. boring

2. taking

3. you

4. anything

5. balls

6. Fine, what do you want to talk about?

7. to

8. something

9. Nah, we don’t have anything to talk about. Just go back to your books Marv.

10. shit

11. and

12. of

13. fucking

14. And sure you didn’t this time, but you did the other times, you did before they came back. You set an entire city on fire, killed hundreds of people. What am I supposed to say to you?

15. I know and don’t know what the fuck was wrong with me to bring me to that point. That is hundreds of thousands of people who did nothing to deserve the horror of fucking burning to death!

16. fucker’s

17. fuck

18. You’re going to have to be specific

19. fucked

20. Helps to have a second pair of eyes on them. They tend to slip out of the Manor or the warehouses when Dark’s not watching. And that’s on a day when Wil doesn’t just sweep them away and cause trouble with them.

21. Why are you in charge of watching them?

22. Because

23. your

24. coming

25. being

26. nothing

27. Chase, no you can’t just roll over and just—

28. them

29. Okay, that’s good at least. So did you and Dark talk about stuff then. I know that the Clubs version of you was with him in the future.

30. asshole

31. fucker

32. things

33. Yesterday I made like three different coffees, one for me, one for Eef, and another for Dark. Crank wasn’t even in that day, and why the hell should I be making a fucking coffee for Dark? I was in the base.

34. going to

35. looking

36. Trying to find something that looks nice with red and blue. Not that it’s of any use now.

37. feelings

38. Frustration, anger, love. Future me was so smitten with Dark that I know he was killing for him. The weight of my guns feel off now. Whenever I look at Mori and Memento I feel so upset because they’re with Wil and they’re so big and it eats at me. Wilford fucking stole my kids and changed them, and I’m supposed to stand by and watch his aura keep changing them.

39. Have you tried talking to Dark about this?

40. want to

41. for

42. You know maybe I should march my ass over to his office and tell him that I hate waking up in the morning. That when I wake up, I can’t stand it when my bed is fucking empty. That someone is supposed to be in my bed with me and I just lay there for hours because I can’t leave until he knows I’m there.

43. morning

44. Well he must have liked something because he was dating you

45. He’s alive and kicking now. Dark’s not going to even look my way if Wil’s alive.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #birthday post #footnotes #Marvin the Magnificent #Chase Brody #angst #Chase is dealing with his feelings #so is Marvin #unrequited feelings

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