#FUCK MEEEEW

[prodbyton]

Soft sex w sohee lowkey a need rn. Like he’s always the one to be doted on and taken care of in his everyday life so he rarely gets the chance to be seen as reliable and can look after someone else. But with u he’s so tender and sweet… kissing all the day’s stress away. He just wants you to feel relieved and safe and to find comfort in his presence. He’s such an angel the way he gives in to your every plea for his touch. Always gives you what u want without hesitation and can’t even think abt being a lil mean abt it bc he can tell how much you just need his delicate and sentimental attentiveness. The world can be so cruel sometimes,, he just wants you to know how loved and safe u are with him :((((( save me Sohee save meeeewe

If u can’t tell I’m going thru it a quite a BIT LMFAOOO I just wanna someone to take care of me and help me forget all the stress and anxiety I feel on a daily basis cus ppl r so mean to me sometimes!!! And I don’t even know what I do wrong 😖 but it’s ok anyone who is mean to me will die

—🍓

soft sex w sohee would be so sweet </3 the boy is so attentive and caring and he knows exactly what to do to have you falling apart for him without wearing you out completely. he’s kissing all over your body telling you how perfect you are and how he loves you so so much

essentially fucks you to sleep with how he’s pressing you into the mattress with his own body giving you soft but deep thrusts, your eyes that were screwed shut softening but staying closed, and you’re dozing off before he can get you cleaned up.

he makes you a cup of tea (or hot drink of choice) and just snuggles up with you after and kisses you softly all over your face and neck bc he loves you so much :(

🍓 anon!! im sorry youre going through it babes, anyone whos mean to you will start coughing in 3 hours <3 we all deserve someone to take care of us and i hope it gets better for you !!

[ladysomething]

GOOD FUCKING LORD MADDIE WHAT

hot. that's it.

1. I'm going insane knowing that the weirdly nice way they treated each other in Charles dream world is going to hell. the softness of it had me crawling up my walls. "You’re being crazy, he thinks to himself, closing his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at Max looking at him." uhm, sir, *I'M* going crazy. I'm BEING crazy about that.

2. gotta love Charles and Max in their Bonnie and Clyde era. it was also kinda giving Harley Quinn and the Joker. and I'm here for it.

3. Charles being a little menance is deserved for him, (my man has had a rough life lately let him be) and asked by us thank you very much. the fact that he had zero to little patience is hilarious. I love it. that's mainly why I stated that he's kind of giving Harley Quinn.

4. but you know what I love even more??? JEALOUS AND POSSESIVE CHARLES. and fuck that other bitch who do he thinks he is like???? your feelings stopped being valid after you decided to be stupid like that. cry about it. next time why don't you do it to show your love then. my brother says: asshole. HA. literally. c'mon it was funny

5. I agree with Charles. Max planning everything beforehand was hot. sun-like hot. I melted. I was set in fire.

+1. HE WAS LET NEAR THE THROAT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL . whaaaaaaaaat. the moment Charles kissed Max *there* I actually started jumping and running through my living room.

+2. THE CAR SCENE?!?! EXCUSE ME!?!? let them have more sex where Charles is the "mean" one yes please. have you seen that twit that goes like "women that want to see a man moan and whimper are sick"? WELL DAMN CAUSE THAT'S MEEEEW. I guess I'm sick. LET THE MAN MOAN AND WHINE AND WHIMPER ‼️‼️‼️this might come across as confusing taking into account I'm a bottom Charles truther but y'all wouldn't get it.

+3. I love it when they match each others freaky vibes. alsooo. why delete the kiss part Charlie? WHY? that would've hurt more than the sex part. don't you see the bitch craves intimacy and love? or perhaps, you don't want other people to see your intimacy? what is it Charlie. what. is. it.

+4. I still want to see Matthew's limbs slowly being cut off his body. and I wanna see the bitch suffering more. irl he's being insufferable and here too and I'm done with him. I said what I said.

+5. brother says: every day chapter 16 now 17 gets closer I fear it more. but I fear more my anxiety of not knowing what I should be afraid of exactly. therefore I need it to be closer so I can live at peace.

thank you so much for this piece of perfect madness that I live for every wednesday. 💗

when I was writing those lines of Charles leaning into the breeding kink I was like .... go for gold Maddie. don't hold back.

I'm glad it landed well!!!

the dichotomy of how they treat each other in the dream world vs how they do in real life ...... crazy.

Max and Charles against the world is STARTING. I'm feral for it.

Charles has had it very rough, and it's nice to see him directly his angry energy to somebody that isn't Max hahaha

what goes around comes around, right?

Charles has yet to see it but his competency kink is strong. he's just like me fr

+1. I KNOOWWWWWW. I loved writing that so much!!

+2. no ok I totally get it, because it's bottom Charles but it's overwhelmed with desire Max.

+3. hahahaha they're so funny because they're like this with their kinks I swear

+4. oop. maybe ...... adjust your expectations a little there ...

+5. hahahah everyone being so scared of 17/18 has been very funny to watch but I think also that ya'll probably are thinking it's worse than it is? but maybe not, who's to say

[pastriibunz]

girl why the emphasis on the pegging 😭 😭 😭 😭

SorryKaidon’twannatakeanychancesokayloveyoubyeeee <- 😭 😭 father of the year

GIRL WHAT. 27 inches kills. murders. destroys.

KAIII 😭 😭 😭 all this for a shirt?

poor Noah

BOY JERALD

i look like a two bit whore perfect

TWO CHEERY TRYHARDS

a to the men AND women

unprotected sex fuck yeah (wrap it b4 u tap it kids)

they were jacking it!!!

god i love these two

bj ewwwwwww

OMG STEPH KAI OUGHHH gay

noah babe she does not care

GOOD RIDDANCE GABE

awww

PASTRIIIII THISBIS EVILLLLL

ARE YLU KIDDING MEEEEW

LEAVE HEE ALONEEE

grace. stopppp.

kai honey no

NOT BOY JERMA AND GIRL JERMA ABT TO GET IT

TEH SAXOPHONE

NOOOO SHE GAVE WHRSL3F A2AYGG

Wait whag.

girl tbis whole exchange 😭 😭

EVERYONE WANTS KAI 💪 💪 💪

fuck yeah solidairty brooo

why do yoj hurt her like this

GAHHHH PASTRIII THUS WAS SOO AHHH

THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO MUCH ALI I AM GIGGLING LIKE A SCHOOLBOY ILYSM NEVER CHANGE

[ididkn0w]

Bruh this bitch just turns it off out of nowhere shit makes me mad as fuck. I wanna go to sunny isles with u. I want notifications babeeeee😞 I even wish I could fucking READ WHAT UVE SENT ME. Shit be hard fr🤞🏻. OMG I DIDNT SEND U THE PICS YET ok hold on. Baby I want everyone to know ur my boyfriend babe😞 I want even retiñe to not even glance at u bc they know ur untouchable bc u only like meeeew

Omg baby I have hotspot for a second it could take off any second but dw I’m writing my update for u in my notes I just wanna keep responding for now😌

[ofalltheginjoints]

AYY PANINI DONT YOU BE A MEANIE, THOUGHT YOU WANTED ME TO GO UP WHY YOU TRYNA KEEP ME TEENY NOW? NOW THEY NEED ME, NUMBER ONE ON A STREAMY AY, YEAH YOU USED TO LUH ME, SO WHAT HAPPENED WHATS THE MEANING?

[xhanisai]

What if Adrien/Chat can communicate with cats and is also really good at making flower crowns and bouquets?

- I know these are really specific but we really went off tangent in the server and suddenly the idea of Adrien having cute cats and kittens deliver Marinette some flowers was born.

- Ever since he was young, Emelie would teach Adrien flower language, how to arrange bouquets tastefully and even make the most beautiful flower crowns. He would create flower crowns for his mother almost daily- just imagine a wee lil’ bab, his itty bitty fingers carefully weaving flowers and plucking out thorns, a cute lil’ blep and then happily placing them on his mama’s head~~

- He does dream of opening his own flower shop in Paris. Especially with his Lady by his side. He’d love to have her wake up to fresh flowers and bouquets every single day before he greets her with a good morning kiss and breakfast in bed~

- When Adrien first received the miraculous, that’s when he began to understand what cats say and also communicate with them. Plagg can’t communicate with cats because I want to see cats bully him since I love him so much.

- Plagg would present himself before the cats, demand them to bow down before him and bask in their “awed” and “respectful” meows and purrs. Adrien, in the background is just grimacing since he really knows what the cats are actually saying.

“Meaw!” (Lmao what the fuck is that little midget saying? I wanna eat him.)

“Meee!” (I wonder what would happen if I bit his tail?).

- Sometimes, cats would say random things which Adrien tunes out like idle chatter. Other times, they can be absolutely savage. 

“Miau~”

"EXCUSE ME!? HOW FUCKING RUDE!"

“Meeeeew~~~”

“I AM NOT FAT. SCREW YOU.”

“...Chat Noir? Are you arguing with...a cat?”

“MY LADY! SHE CALLED ME FAT THOUGH! ;A;”

- Parisians and the Ladyblog would often take videos of Chat Noir having full on conversations with cats and kittens. A lot of them are really comedic and he’s dubbed as ‘The Cat Whisperer’. Adrien has to be more discreet about it to ensure that his identity is safe. 

- The cats know that he’s both Chat and Adrien and they also know that Marinette is Ladybug so they take full advantage of this.

“Meow!” (Look at this twink- he claims that he’s in love with Ladybug only to turn around and make goo-goo eyes at Marinette~! Two timer!)

“Mrew.” (What is this rubbish. I’ve asked for lean, fatty tuna. THIS IS NOT FATTY TUNA. OFF WITH YOUR HEAD.)

“Meeeew.” (Just because you’re glaring at me doesn’t mean I’ll go away M. Furry. I will stay here for as long as I want, bitch).

“Mao!” (Why are you getting all bristly for, model kid? I thought Marinette is just a friend so I should be allowed to get cuddles and pets and kisses from her ;)).

- A lot of the cats and kittens purposely get cosy with Ladybug after patrols just to spite Chat Noir. He’d be in the background, seething since he can’t do anything about it. It doesn’t stop him from growling out stuff like:

"He's not THAT cute ya know."

"My hair is softer!"

"I smell better!"

“At least my breath doesn’t reek of rotten fish and whatever rubbish that cat has eaten- MY LADY THAT BASTARD IS SCENTING YOU! OI YOU FURRY YOU LITTLE POTATO GO GET YOUR OWN LADY AND LEAVE MINE ALONE!!!”

- Though, on days where Ladybug feels generous with her affections and boundaries, she allows Chat Noir to play with her hair. He often likes to weave small flowers into her hair or make beautiful flower crowns for her. She has them all pressed in a secret album at home which she sometimes likes to look back on when she’s having a bad day. She even annotates them with dates, meaningful conversations and the atmosphere.

- After getting a bit too curious, Marinette searches up the meanings of the flowers that Chat has made for her only to blush as bright as an engine when she saw how loving and passionate they were. This cat definitely was aiming for marriage...

“That’s not fair. He’s supposed to be a clown. All goofy, silly and funny. Not romantic, sweet and wonderful...”

“One person can be all of those, Marinette.”

“BUT TIKKI-”

- Adrien/Chat would even make small flower crowns for the cats that are nice to him or place cute little flowers behind their ears. The kittens love it.

- One time, he gave an asshole cat a flower that meant “Fuck you <3″ and when the cat found out, it stole his Ladybug Body pillow. He ended up brooding and crying like a little kid for the rest of the day and during patrol, even though he didn’t tell LB what was really up, she held him in her arms and stroked his hair whilst he hugged her waist against his face with a pout.

- One day, during break at school, Adrien was idlily making a flower crown which he nonchalantly put on Nino’s head and suddenly everyone in his whole class wanted one. Nino let out a tearful “B-Bro~ <3″ whilst Kim demanded for twenty flower crowns.

- Marinette also wanted one but was always too shy to ask, chickened out in many of her attempts and would come up with excuses like:

“Oh but I don’t want to overwhelm him...”

“I’m pretty sure he has his hands full...”

“I don’t want to bother him...”

- Soon, everyone in class had at least one or two flower crowns made by Adrien, Kim and Alix arguing about whose was better, Alya and the girls snapping selfies and the lads in la-la-land, babbling about how amazing their bro was. Mari was feeling a bit left out...even huffed to Chat Noir about it, vaguely mentioning how she’ll always have his flower crowns and doesn’t need the ones her good friend was making for everyone in their class.

- Until, she suddenly felt a soft weight on her head, turned around and saw Adrien smiling at her sheepishly, his hands which were above her head beforehand to place the crown was now on her hands. 

“I had to save the best for last~”

“A-A-Adrien?”

“The girls told me about how you really wanted one but worried about bothering me even though I said many times that it’s no problem at all,”

“But you have so much on your plate already, not to mention everyone else’s requests before mine-”

“Marinette, I’ll always find time for you~<3″

- Marinette’s flower crown was definitely the most beautiful and most carefully created much to everyone’s chagrin. There were soft pinks, lavenders and peach coloured flowers. 

- What really caught Alya’s fancy were the lavender roses...because you know...

“...They mean love at first sight...Tikki...why would Adrien give me these?”

“Well, I think you should wait and find out, Marinette~”

- So clearly, Adrien has figured Marinette out. He bribed cats to deliver flowers to Marinette, all with different meanings and messages.

“Ooh! Tikki! This one means ‘I’ll always be by your side,’“

“Tikki! Tikki! This one means ‘You’re the light of my life’! Who’s sending me these?? And managed to get cats of all animals to deliver it to me??”

“...Tikki...I think this cat accidentally ate the flowers it was meant to give me...it looks so guilty...I should hug it.”

“This one means ‘I’m sad that you didn’t give me a croissant’. TIKKI WHO DID I FORGET TO GIVE A CROISSAINT TO!?”

- Marinette soon realises how similar the arrangements were with Chat’s and Adrien’s flower crowns and starts to suspect. Plus, who else would be able to get cats to deliver flowers if not the ‘Cat Whisperer’?

- She also catches Adrien arguing with a cat right after an akuma attack which finally gives him away.

“What do you mean I should have read the fine print when it comes to the payments!? I paid you with 3KG of the finest, freshest salmon! That costed more than three months worth of stinky camembert that I feed to Plagg! All I’ve asked you to do was give the tulips to Marinette and I bet she’s rewarded you with some goodies...so no. I am not to paying an additional 5KG of tuna.”

“MEOW.”

“Don’t go all karen on me ya little punk.”

“MEOWWWWW.”

“Ohoho! You’re not the only one with claws here- I won’t hesitate to fight back-”

“...Adrien?”

“M-MARINETTE!?”

- She presents him a bright red rose, one that she’s grown on her balcony, her face shy and loving.

“I love you too, mon Chaton,”

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

A Taste of Heaven Part 6

Series Masterlist

Part 5

Contains: Fluff, smut (oral sex F receiving, hand job) the plot thickening.

2,243 Words

Comment if you want to be tagged. However, the issues with my tag lists persists, the most reliable way to get updates is to follow #a taste of heaven sorry for the inconvenience.

After years of study and effort, you finally secure your dream job, as one of the head curators at the best museum in New York. After inheriting a huge brownstone you're looking for a roommate when your best friend Ubbe comes up with a suggestion, his younger brother Hvitserk. Better yet, you're a food historian and he's a three Michelin star chef.

There was something warm and fluffy against your face when you woke up, "hello kitty."

Meeeew

"Hvitserk, we need to feed them again." He chuckled and you looked over, the other kitten was fast asleep on his chest, "I can't get up, I'm a cat bed right now." You picked up Lady Soot and put her next to her brother, "now you're a cat bed for two cats."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." You shook your head with a laugh, "I mean it's not but when they're fully grown, you might not be able to breathe." Another chuckle, "well, we've all got to die someday."

"I'll get their bottles, cats know if someones a push over Vitty, you're going to be their servent for the rest of their fluffy lives." He lifted Sir Dusty to his nose, "you smell like cotton candy."

Mew

You returned with the warmed bottles and handed him one, "hand me one please." Hvitserk handed you Dusty, "hello my sweet boy, are you ready for breakfast."

Mew

"Oh, ok." You let the kitten suckle while his little ears wiggled and his tiny feet made biscuits on Hvitserk's chest, "you do make a good cat bed." You leaned over and kissed him, "the best. They let you back inside your department today, don't they?" You nodded, "yeah, the techs are done, I'll take the kitties in with me." Hivtserk made a funny face.

"What?" He pressed a quick placating kiss to your cheek, "Ubbe wanted to bond, he offered to do it today." You shook your head, "they're our cats, we should be the ones to look after them."

He kissed you again, "please, he really wants kitty cuddles." You threw your hands up in the air, "fine, but don't blame me when he starts asking us to have human children."

You could still smell the smoke when you walked inside, "hey Mary." She gave you a sad smile, "hey y/n. Bob's not doing so good." You nodded, "I know, they think he has nerve damage, he won't be able to work here if he doesn't get range of motion back in his fingers."

You shrugged, "the Lothbroks got him the best burn specialist in the country, it's a wait and see situation. Come on, we have to start cataloguing the damage."

You were only an hour in and there were millions of dollars lost, each broken piece had to be photographed and compared to the original photos and descriptions.

"We're going to be here forever." Carl huffed, "you think I'm happy about this? I had another month of leave before this shit started and now I'm back in it." You gave him a sympathetic shrug, "sorry, man. I'll approve you for the rest of it when we're done here." He huffed, "yeah, in twenty years."

Ubbe called you at lunchtime, "how are my children?" He chuckled, "great, they are very snuggly. Lady Soot is quite brave, she keeps trying to eat my fingers."

You laughed, "yeah, her brother's a bit of a fraidy cat." He cleared his throat, "how's it going there?" You took a deep breath, "slow but it's going, the cops will be here later today to collect the files, it looks like they're ready to make arrests but I heard that the radio host is going to pay their legal costs."

He grunted, "fucking pig, why can't they arrest him?" He heard you sigh, "he didn't tell them to do it, they can't prove much if the words didn't come out of his mouth. If someone flips and says that he did, then they can take him in."

You could hear the kittens crying in the background, "it sounds like they want more cuddles." He gigged, "yeah, I'll bring them by in the afternoon, love you y/n."

"Love you too Ubbe."

****

"Is that the last of it from this exhibit?" Carl was standing there holding the clipboard like he was going to span it in half, "yep, onto the next." By the time you were ready to go home, you and the other staff had gone through a third of the items, "I just gave the cops the files, they're filing more charges tomorrow."

"That won't matter, the guy responsible won't be held accountable." You shrugged, "a day at a time I guess."

***

Hvitserk was waiting for you when you got home, "I thought you were doing nights for the next week?" He shook his head, " there was a huge recall on a whole bunch of vegetables we got at the market, half the upper-end restaurants are giving people ecoli."

"When do you go back?" He sipped his coffee, pouring up a cup, "two days, it looks like it was intentional, the cops who came to talk to us seems to think it's sabotage from another farm."

"Shit. Look on the bright side, you didn't make anyone sick." He smiled and pulled you into his arms, kissing you softly, "I'll put dinner on, you go have a shower and relax."

You looked at him funny, "I'm starting to think you don't like my cooking." He shook his head, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "I've been at home most of the day and look like you're about to drop. You're my girlfriend, let me look after you."

You kissed him, your hands holding his face, as the kiss deepened, Hvitserk pulled back and smiled, "hold that thought, Ubbe will be here soon with the kittens and I don't want to be interrupted."

Sure enough, when you were in the shower, Ubbe showed up with the cats in tow. "I'm going to get some of my own when I'm done with this project, can I have them through the day tomorrow too?" Hvitserk smiled, "y/n can't say no to you, plus she's been working so hard she won't have to time to feed them."

You came down at the tail end of the conversation, "yes Ubbe you can have them tomorrow." He smiled like a schoolboy, "I love you so much." He kissed their little face before handing them off to you, "good bye sweet kitties, I'll be seeing you really soon."

Hvitserk pulled you into his arms as Ubbe left, "Come on, I'll pour you a glass of something and get you dinner."

Dinner was nice but simple, not only did he make dessert but he cleaned up too, "now you're making me feel bad, I've left all the work to you." He smiled and shook his head, "nonsense, you deserve it with all the hard work you've been doing."

You kissed him softly, his nose bumping yours. He kissed along your face towards your ear, "you know how you can thank me for all my hard work tonight?" You brought your hand to his face, "how?"

You felt him smile against your skin, "let me go down on you for as long as I want?" You were taken aback, "are you serious? That's how you want me to thank you?" He pulled back, his face becoming slightly firm, "yes, we've been over this, I really enjoy it."

You smiled, "ok, I'd like that."

Hvitserk was in the bedroom twenty minutes later, he had a gentle smile on his face and his eyes were hooded. He climbed into bed, resting some of his weight on his elbows while hovering over you.

"If at any time you want me to stop or change what I'm doing, let me know right away, ok?" You nodded, "I will, I promise." He rested more of himself on top of you, pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss built slowly, his hands moving unhurriedly to pull off your shirt. You helped him take it off, laying back as you watched his eyes grow wide, "you have really nice tits." You giggled, and he bent his head to lick a nipple while a hand came up to kneed your other breast.

You brought one of your hands up to run your fingers over his scalp, and Hvitserk groaned around you. He moved down your body, stopping to suck your skin in different spots, he took in the different gasps, moving if he didn't think you liked it enough.

When he got to the elastic of your panties, he looked up at you and you lifted your hips, Hvitserk pulling them down. "You good?" You nodded, "yes, you can keep going." He smiled and went back to kissing you, when he reached your mound, his lips softened.

His hands came up to lift your legs off the bed and onto his shoulders, one hand stroking your thigh affectionately while the other spread you open for his tongue. He started with kitten licks like he was trying to get a rise out of you.

"Hvitserk, don't tease." He laughed, "hey, I'm not teasing, I'm savouring." You tapped his head with your knee, "I'm not a fine….." Your quip was cut off by a gasp as he sealed his lips around your clit.

It descended from there, Hvitserk listening and feeling carefully for each twitch and gasp. He never went fast or hard enough for you to reach the edge, it seemed he wanted you to beg. He was groaning too, devouring you like a starving man.

"Hvitserk, please." You felt him chuckle on your skin, his thumb coming to run you as he lifted his head, "your wish is my command." As his lips returned to work, one then two on his long fingers slid inside you, bending to press your G-spot.

"Can you press softer please, it's a bit much." He did so before the words were fully out of your mouth and he lifted his head again, "thank you for telling me, I think you deserve a reward for that." He dropped his head again, this time he had a clear goal in mind.

Your hands pulled his hair tighter and Hvitserk only moaned, "oh my god." You arched off the bed and his forearm came to push your hips down, his display of raw strength only helping to heighten the pleasure.

He didn't stop as you came down, intent on bringing you over the edge again and again. By the time he was done, you were pushing him away with quickly weakening arms.

"You did so good for me." You look down to see the bulge in his grey sweats, "what about you?" He looked you over, "I'd rather you wide awake for that, I can see your eyes closing." You went to protest but he cut you off, "compromise? I'll hold your hand and show you what I like, no pressure." You nodded, "I'd like that."

He pushed his pants off and laid down on his side next to you, grabbing your hand in his and wrapping it over his hard cock. He watched as he moved your hand up and down the shaft. "Just like that, you're doing so well." He lasted longer than you thought, whether it was from ego or something else, you didn't care.

Groaning your name, he came over your hand and kissed you softly, "I'll clean us up, you lay there and relax." He got up and was back soon after with a warm cloth, "how are you feeling." Your smile made his heart swell, "great, I could sleep for a year but I feel great."

He laughed and tucked you in, "go ahead, I'll be right behind you." He waited until he could click his fingers right by your ear without rousing you to get up and call his brothers.

"When are you going in?" There was a strange sound over the line before Ubbe replied, "in ten, his body guards just left for the night, we're waiting for Ivar to get into the alarm system."

"Call me when it's done."

*****

You awoke to pounding on your front door. You and Hvitserk got up, blearily eyed and confused, "it's Carl." You opened the door in nothing but an old ratty shirt and a pair of underpants, "what do you want at this hour?" It was just past six in the morning.

He shoved a newspaper in front of your face, "I couldn't sleep and went for a walk, I caught the paper guy just as he was putting them out."

The headline was in bold, the photo the radio presenter in cuffs.

"Right-wing shock jock admits to funding attack on historic New York museum."

You looked over at Hvitserk who didn't seem surprised, "look who grew a spine. This is good right?" You nodded, "it's great, we can take him whole fortune now, he might even go to prison."

Carl didn't stay, heading to the bar to get a drink after you gave him the day off. "Shit Vitty, I can't believe this has happened. I wonder what made him talk." He shrugged "no idea love, I'll make you breakfast, I'm sure everyone wants you in the office so you can celebrate."

While you were getting dressed, he called his brothers again, "what's next?" Ivar's answer was to the point, "we make sure the people who did the burning do the right thing and admit the truth. We all know this won't hold up at trial, the only way to bring these assholes to justice is if they have no other options. At least they'll still be alive after their stint inside, if they don't plead, not so much."

Part 7

Thoughts?

[an-enigmatic-mind]

MEEEEW AF BRO.

Fuck normality 8)

[asofterfan]

Winter Winds

Chapter 8: Bleeding Out

Previous ~ Next

Summary: Remy wakes up, and freaks out, and lashes out, and runs away because of course he does.

Warnings: None I think

Remy wakes up slowly, disoriented by a mix of familiar and unfamiliar sensations. The pounding in his skull is practically an old friend. The ache in his muscles, the layer of dried sweat and body paint and makeup on his skin, the dryness of his mouth- none of it is out of place for him. But the softness beneath him is nothing like his beat up mattress. The sheets feel smoother than the threadbare set he’s had since he moved.

And there are arms around him.

His eyes shoot open, body jerking in shock, blinking rapidly and taking deep breaths as he tries to slow his heart rate and take in his surroundings. A light breath ghosts over the top of his head, and Remy realizes that he is curled up against someone’s chest, their chin resting against the top of his head as muscular arms hold him loosely. Remy’s eyes catch a tattoo of a black cat in front of a moon. It’s a tattoo he recognizes, and everything from the night before comes rushing back.

October had held him all night long.

It was becoming a little harder to take deep breaths. Fuck. Fuck, Remy couldn’t do this. He thought he could, but he really, really couldn’t. Slowly, carefully, he slid out of Toby’s arms. The shorter man shifted slightly, but otherwise remained deep in sleep. Once he was free, Remy backed away quickly. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t be someone else, he couldn’t be himself, he couldn’t stand around and be tossed aside again, nope, fuck that, he was out, kthxbye.

His head was still pounding, but he ignored it as he searched for his boots, finding them tossed a bit aways from the bed. Grabbing them, he threw them on as quickly and quietly as possible, keeping one eye on Toby to ensure he stayed asleep. The man’s face was relaxed and peaceful, sighing softly as he buried his face a little deeper in his pillow. Remy swallowed thickly, silently cursing the part of himself that wanted nothing more but to crawl back into the others’ arms, to feel safe and secure and warm.

Tangled, dirty hair fell into Remy’s eyes, and he couldn’t even find a hair tie to pull it back. God, he was stupid to think he could even fake being someone that deserved to be here.

Whatever. He was the loner, too cool for friends, with skin as strong as steel. That’s who he was and that was who he was going to be.

Running his fingers roughly through his hair in an attempt to get it out of the way, he took one more glance around the bedroom, briefly taking in the Christmas lights hanging around the ceiling, the overflowing bookshelf, and the desk covered in papers with a laptop charging in the corner. But he didn’t see his jacket anywhere, so he didn’t waste anymore time standing around.

Tip-toeing out of the bedroom, leaving the door half closed behind him, Remy entered what was obviously the living room. The walls held posters of classic horror films, and framed photos of Toby with Talyn and a man he didn’t recognize, as well as several of them with two women who Remy assumed were his moms. The room was maybe slightly cluttered, but clean, and cozy. He saw his jacket draped across the couch in the middle of the room. Directly across from him looked like an entryway to the kitchen, and on the wall to the right he could see the front door. Quickly grabbing his jacket, he checked to make sure his phone, wallet, and keys were in the pockets. They’re all there, and he knows he’s forgetting something, but he can’t figure out what it is and he needs to get out of here, right now, so he clutches his jacket to his chest and moves towards the front door.

“Mmmrew?”

Remy nearly shrieked, spinning around to find the source of the noise. His head whipped around, abruptly reminding him of the terrible headache still present, and searched the room until his gaze finally landed on the floor next to the couch, where a black cat was looking up at him curiously.

Sighing in relief, Remy laughed lightly. He vaguely recalled Toby mentioning a cat before, he thinks. Shrugging to himself, he turned back towards the door.

“MmmmEOW!”

Jumping, Remy spun back around, eyes widening at the cat’s loud cry, “Shhhhhh, shush, shoo, hush!” He whispered frantically, trying to wave the cat away, but it only padded slowly closer, crying even louder.

“MREOOOOW!”

“Shhhhhhhh!”

“Meow?”

This time Remy did shriek softly, flinching to the side as a second cat appeared in the kitchen doorway. This one was orange, with bright green eyes, and trotted over much quicker than the first cat, coming to stand barely a foot away from Remy’s feet.

“MEEEEW!”

“MROW!”

“Could you please use your indoor meows?? I thought cats were supposed to be quiet pets!” Remy whispered furiously. Jesus, he needed to get out of here. Giving up on attempting to quiet the animals, he turned around, ready to bolt out the door.

But before he could take more than a single step, a black blur darted between his legs, sending him stumbling forward, barely catching his balance as he grabbed at the table next to the couch, sending a pile of magazines crashing to the floor.

“MEOWWWW!”

Glancing up, Remy saw the black cat staring at him. He was just about to curse the creature out when a second black cat- the first black cat?- came to stand beside it, making Remy do a double take. Turning his head, he saw the orange cat darting up behind him, coming to curl around his legs.

“Motherfuckers-” Remy tried to step over the cats, all of them crying at him loudly. The orange one stayed right by his feet, one of the black ones tried to bite at his shoelaces, while the third cat stood behind them, crying like the world was ending.

Everything was too loud. Everything was too loud and too close and he just wanted to leave but the damn cats kept tripping him up and if he wasn’t quick then October was going to-

“Jesus Christ, Rem, what the fuck are you doing to my cats?”

-wake up.

For a moment, Remy felt his entire body tense up. But he quickly recovered enough to turn and glare at the other man, “Me? I’m not doing anything! If anything, I’m the one being attacked!” He gestured at the cats, one happily chewing on his shoes while another rubbed against his legs.

Toby smiled, shaking his head fondly as the third cat jumped up on the back of the couch so Toby could scratch behind its ears. His hair was a disheveled mess, makeup smeared around his eyes from the night before, wearing just a wrinkled shirt and boxers.

Rubbing at his face tiredly, he looked back up at Remy, “What are you doing up, anyway? It’s like six in the morning.”

“Nothing,” Remy replied immediately. Toby raised an eyebrow at him, and Remy tried to wave him off, “Seriously, nothing, just… meeting your cats. All three of them. Seriously, three? Whatever, not important. You should go back to bed, it’s like six in the morning.”

“You should join me,” Toby smirked, winking playfully.

Remy was too hungover for this shit.

“Nope. Nope. Nope. I was right, this was a terrible idea. I’m out,” Remy threw his hands up in surrender, turning to head out the door only to immediately trip over a cat.

“For FUCKS SAKE!”

“Hey, dude,” All joking was gone from Toby’s voice. He frowned in concerned and walked towards Remy, “I was just kidding. But seriously, you should lay down, last night was… intense. And you kind of look like shit.”

Remy giggled with a tinge of desperation, “Please, I am a goddess. Models want what I have. I am an icon, and the lack of appreciation you have just shows I am ahead of my time.”

“Riiiight,” Toby drawled, the concern not leaving his face, “I more meant that you look tired, and you didn’t sleep for very long, so we should maybe-”

“That’s cute,” Remy snapped. His head hurt. He wanted to go home. “I’ve definitely never heard that line before.”

“Excuse me?” Much to Remy’s annoyance, Toby still sounded worried, instead of fed up or angry or disappointed.

“You know, you don’t have to try to be all sly and talk around me, mmkay?” Remy took a step back, stumbling over a cat and struggling to keep his balance when he still felt a little tipsy, “I don’t need any dumb pickup lines or insinuations, it’s getting more than a little irksome trying to untangle whatever subliminal messages you’re trying to blab at me so just. Just do something, stop fucking with me and just... fucking just…” Yeah, no, there was definitely still alcohol in his system, because there was no filter stopping all the words pouring out his mouth and honestly Remy couldn’t bring himself to care.

Toby took a step forward, hands out like he was approaching a spooked animal. Even now he was so fucking gentle, “Hey man, we can talk about, uh, this, but I really think you need to sit down. I can get you some water and-”

Remy gripped a fistful of his own hair. Fuck it, he couldn’t live like this. He was pulling out the goddamn dagger.

“What the fuck do you want?!”

Blinking in shock, Toby actually had the gall to look confused, “Remy, what are you-”

“I can’t keep guessing!” Remy knew he was yelling; knew it was early and he was yelling and he was probably going to get Toby in trouble with his neighbors or something but he didn’t know how to say any of this softly, “It’s driving me crazy trying to figure out what the fuck you expect from me! Just tell what you want me to do, or be, or not be, or whatever!” His jacket dropped from his hands, landing with a ‘thud’ on the ground but he barely noticed, “I’m trying okay? For the first time in God knows how long I’m actually trying here, but it’s pointless if you don’t at least give me a hint as to what the fuck I’m supposed to be doing! So...” Remy panted, hands shaking at his sides, and his eyes were watering but it was probably from the headache. “So just tell me what you want so I at least know what to apologize for!”

Silence rings through the apartment. Even the cats are silence, two of them having run off at the yelling while one of the black cats hovers around the couch nervously. Toby is staring at Remy with wide eyes, and he looks more than a little lost, and this really wasn’t what Remy was going for.

This is why he shouldn’t have tried. This moment, right here, the feeling of whatever he had with October slipping through his fingers was so much worse than just being alone from the start.

But he swallows it back.

“Fuck this.”

His voice cracks, but he ignores it as he turns around, stumbling towards the door. He just wants to leave.

At that moment, Toby snaps out of whatever shock had left him frozen, his eyes widening in panic as he saw Remy try to leave, “Woah woah woah, wait!” He rushed forward, because no he was not going to let Remy just leave, not when he looked so sick, not when he looked so broken.

Toby’s hand wrapped around Remy’s thin wrist, jerking him to a halt, “Remy, wait!”

But Remy pulls away, refusing to look back at Toby as he desperately tries to escape his grip, “Let me go!”

“Remy, just hold on-!”

“No! I’m done-!”

“I just want to talk, please-!” Toby reached out with his other arm, gripping at Remy’s shoulder in an attempt to turn him towards him.

Gritting his teeth and clenching his eyes shut, Remy let out one last shout, “Let GO!” as he shoved Toby away from him.

As they staggered apart, Remy didn’t notice Toby’s fingers snag in his necklace until he felt a pinch and a light ‘snap’ at the back of his neck. The three charms barely made any noise as they landed on the floor, the silver chain tangling around them. Even as the two men each regained their balance, Remy leaning against the front door as his stomach lurched from the hangover and Toby standing frozen next to the couch, neither could take their eyes from the fallen jewelry.

The room was silent except for Remy’s harsh breathing, until it was interrupted by a choked sob. It took Remy a moment to realize it came from him.

Toby’s eyes snap up, and he looks more heartbroken than Remy thought was possible.

“Remy…”

He doesn’t get the chance to say anything else though, as Remy turns on his heel and swiftly fumbles with the lock until he has the front door thrown open, only to slam it behind him just as fast.

Flying down the stairs, Remy nearly trips three times. When he bursts out of the building, he’s dizzy, and he feels sick, and he thinks he might be crying and he has no idea where to go but he picks a direction and runs anyway. The street is empty and quiet, the cool morning air a blessing against his heated skin, and the sky is still pink as the sun rises.

After a few blocks, the consequence of running with an intense hangover becomes apparent, and Remy ducks into an alley to throw up.

When his stomach is empty, he leans against the wall, and he could almost laugh because here he is again, crying in an alley over a boy he’ll never be good enough for. Nothing has changed. He hasn’t changed.

He leans heavily against the wall, taking gasping breaths and pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. It takes a few minutes for him to calm down, and he debates just staying in the alley, but he feels too close, and even though he feels like shit, his body is jittery and restless. He needs to move, needs to run away just a little more.

Taking a deep breath, wiping his face with the back of his hand, he starts walking. He left his jacket in October’s apartment. He doesn’t have his wallet, or his phone, or his keys. His hands reach to his forehead and he realized he doesn’t have his sunglasses. His hair blows freely around his face. The phantom weight around his neck reminds him that his necklace is gone too.

He feels hollow.

Gutted.

Shivering slightly, he wraps his arms around himself. Remy would love nothing more than to fill the emptiness in him with booze, or cigarettes, or unmarked pills like he has so often before, but without his wallet that’s not an option. For the first time in so long, Remy has no choice but to just feel all the bad things inside of him. And there is a lot of it.

This isn’t who Rem wants to be. This is who Remy has spent years trying not to be.

But nothing’s changed.

The sun rises, the light hurting Remy’s unprotected eyes. Downtown wakes up, cars filling the streets and people crowding the sidewalks.  He stops in a park for a little bit to get some water from a water fountain and get his bearings. He sits on a bench for a bit before the restlessness returns, and he finds himself wandering again.

He walks in circles. Going around blocks, looking for dead ends, doubling back. His mind feels like static. There are no words to his thoughts, just vague aches and pains. He knows where he wants to go, but he doesn’t want to go there.

But, as the sun peaks in the center of the sky, he finds that his feet take him there anyway. The city settles into suburbs. Remy walks through the nicer neighborhoods where he sticks out like a sore thumb, the areas where he is never more aware of how shitty he must look. The sun is just starting to dip into afternoon when he arrives at the familiar house.

Remy isn’t sure how long he stands on the sidewalk outside, but once he starts walking towards the front door, he feels like he’s moving through molasses. His limbs feel heavy and unwieldy and he cannot deny that his heart is pounding with something like fear. His hand is shaking when he knocks on the door. His whole body is shaking when he sees the doorknob turn.

Picani is dressed casually, no tie and with his shirt pushed up around his elbows to reveal the cartoon themed tattoos on his forearms. He blinks in surprise as he takes in the figure in front of him.

“Remy?”

That’s all it takes. Remy sucks in a breath, and barely manages to choke out one word- “Dad….”- before it’s lost to sobs. He feels so small, curling into himself, and covering his mouth with his hands as if he could hide all the pain pouring out of him.

His dad doesn’t hesitate. The first tears have barely made it to Remy’s chin before Emile has his arms wrapped securely around his child. Despite being shorter, Picani feels large, feels strong, and safe, covering Remy like a bandage. It makes Remy cry harder.

“Shhhh, I'm here, I got you, Remy,” Picani whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of Remy’s hair, pulling him even closer as he shakes and cries.

“I'm here.”

[who-doesnt-love-a-gay]

When tf will i get my self a anne lister?

[emphcriqxs]

Look having a boyfriend and all is cool but HAVING A GIRLFRIEND is a fucking blessing. Ykwim? Like hey wtf you're dating meeee???? Like fr???????? You're so pretty and you're dating meeeewe???? Whatttt?

In just tryna say that i wish i had a girlfriend bcoz men suck.