#I still feel as if somebody shot me straight in the heart

[sugrhigh]

BOY NEXT DOOR 4 - ( c.s )

part three

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- cursing, slightly suggestive MEOW

neighbor/hockey!chris x fem!reader

a/n: PART FOUR! i promise u guys are not ready for what’s coming next 🫨 thank u to everyone who’s been reading along i love u all so very much!! my inbox is always open and i hope ur having a wonderful day (also doesn’t that first pic look so much like chris i screamed)

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“wow, someone looks extra hot tonight.” cassidy comments as she walks into your room, which is laughable coming from her.

she’s an angel, literally glowing in her multi-colored halter. you swear you shop at the same places, and yet she somehow always finds the gems.

“god, says you.” you joke, unable to keep a straight face as you stand up from your desk.

but you’re all done up too, dressed in a red tube top and some black jeans that flare out a little, hugging your hips just right. and yeah, you’re a bit smug knowing that you’re going to chris’s party looking extra great, but you embrace the post-pregame confidence.

“are you sure you want to go? we really don’t have to.” cass asks as you pass by her into the upstairs hallway.

“i mean, why not? i can never turn down free alcohol.” you shrug, and it’s part of the truth.

paying for yourself at the bar is never as fun, and the chances of somebody buying your drinks is usually slim. plus it’s on shithead’s tab tonight, which makes it that much sweeter.

“i totally agree. i just…” her smile falters a little, and she sighs, “i just don’t want you to get hurt or anything.”

it makes you pause, hearing her say that. you’d ended up talking to both of your roommates after chris came knocking on your bedroom door, and they’d been rightfully wary of his excuse.

but her words kind of confirm your worries; that chris is someone to be feared, someone to keep at a distance. like you won’t be able to resist the charm.

like you’ll fall.

“he can’t hurt me if i don’t let him.” you reply, and you’re not sure if you’re trying to convince her or yourself.

“okay, i won’t push it. i know you’re tough, but i can’t help but check in.” cass nods at you before you head down the stairs.

“i appreciate it, but i’m good, so let’s go get bombed.” you’re grinning again, still buzzing from the two drinks you’d finished while doing your makeup.

ramona is already downstairs, bopping along to the beat of the music she has playing on the tv. she’s midway through a shot of tequila as you round the corner to the kitchen, swallowing so she can bite down on a slice of lime with her free hand.

you and cassidy both chuckle at the grimace that passes over her face.

“you ready party animal?” cass teases.

“always.” she replies once she’s calm, placing the tiny glass into the sink before screwing the cap back onto the bottle of alcohol.

each of you shove your old beat up shoes onto your feet, and mona turns off the television seconds after. you can still feel the bass vibrating, but you know it’s coming from the house beside you, which makes your heart jump into your throat.

you walk out the door, one behind the other like a row of ducks as you trample through the thin layer of snow from a few days prior.

tonight, you can tell chris has his own mix on, because you recognize the yeat song that’s currently playing. you’ve always liked his taste more than the others.

you’ll never admit that to him, though.

it’s way louder now that you’re up close, and you can literally feel the party raging. ramona leads the pack, stepping inside and swinging the door open for the rest of you.

the darkness swallows you once you step inside, but your eyes adjust quickly. you recognize some people as you shift through the crowd, regulars who are usually here and a couple of guys on the team.

you try not to look for chris, instead choosing to focus on the back of ramona’s head while you guys shuffle to the kitchen for drinks. there’s a few people chatting as you step through the archway, one of them being ben. his sandy blonde hair is pushed away from his face, and he smiles at your arrival.

“hey there neighbors!” he greets each of you guys with a side hug, clearly already drunk even though it’s only eleven.

you just thank god he set his cup down, because you know he would have spilled it all over.

“benjamin, always a pleasure.” cassidy laughs at his slightly sloppy demeanor.

“chris is gonna be really happy.” ben shoots a smirk your direction, and you roll your eyes, opting to move to the bottles of cheap vodka on the counter.

“i really don’t care.” you snark, pouring a hefty bit of alcohol into your cup before setting the handle back down.

“feisty tonight, woah!” he holds his hands up in surrender.

your friends follow close behind, making their own drinks and pouring them equally as strong.

“where’s your girl, benny? haven’t seen her around in a minute.” ramona asks with a small smile, clearly trying to change the subject.

“she’s out at the bar. girls night or something.” ben shrugs as you add some sprite to your drink and take a sip.

it’s extremely bitter even with the mixer, but you choke it down and deal with the burn. you’re still not tipsy enough, so you’re playing catch-up to try and reach the level you want to be at.

mona nods at this as she slides back up next to you, cassidy joining moments later when she’s done making her drink.

“well, tell her to come around soon, i miss her.” she requests.

“i miss her too, i’ll pass the message along.” ben points a finger at her like he’s locking in a promise, loopy grin morphing his features.

“alright, we’re going to dance, but i’m sure we’ll see you later.” cass waves her free hand goodbye before you all make your way back into the masses, shoving your way into the living room.

it’s pretty packed tonight, as usual, and a sheen layer of sweat already covers your skin. you run a hand through your hair while cassidy meshes into the crowd, making enough room for you guys to move around.

bodies bump against yours as you all dance to the music together, sipping your drinks and laughing at each other’s silly moves. you swear you’ve seen connor now too, and yet you still haven’t spotted chris.

you suppose this is a good thing, because the sensation of being inebriated is only just beginning to wash over your body, and you don’t want to deal with him sober.

so you dance, and drink, and dance and drink some more, letting the hazy lights illuminate you as you bop around with your friends.

you’re knocking back the last of your fifth beverage of the night when you feel someone come up behind you, hand snaking to hold your waist gently. your first assumption is chris, and your heart leaps into your throat, but you’re wrong.

it’s a guy you don’t recognize. his black tapered hair is a mess on his head as he gazes at you hungrily.

“dance with me?” he asks over the music.

cassidy and ramona are seconds away from stepping in, but you shake your head at them to indicate you’re fine. for once, you don’t really mind being hit on, especially because he’s kind of cute and you’re definitely drunk.

it’s not like it means anything anyways.

so you back up slightly, his front flush against your spine as you move your hips, rolling them into his own.

your friends grin devilishly as the two of you sway together, so close it almost feels like you’re one person. his hand presses flat against your stomach, holding you so he can feel the friction of your ass grinding against him.

you swear it’s only been a second before the crowd parts slightly, revealing a pissed-off looking chris as he barrels his way past the other people in the living room. his eyes are ablaze, and he yanks you away from the mystery man the second he’s close enough.

“get lost, jamie.” he snaps at the boy you were with, whose eyes are wide in fear now.

he must be an underclassman then, because he scurries away instantly, too scared to stand his ground against the captain of the team and the host of the party.

“what the fuck, chris? i was having fun.” you cross your arms over your chest, slurring ever so slightly as you glare at him.

he doesn’t respond to this; instead, his chest heaves like he just ran a marathon, and his dark gaze trails up and down your body. he grabs your wrist and tugs you toward the staircase without a reply.

your friends watch in awe as he drags you away, though neither of them bother to interfere. they’re swallowed by the swarm moments later, and your stomach flips at the fact that they’re gone.

it’s just you and him now.

the foyer blurs by as you reach the stairs, and you nearly stumble trying to keep up with his pace. you’ve only just made it to the privacy of the upstairs hall when chris drops your arm, whirling around to face you.

“what is wrong with you?”

your mouth falls open slightly at his tone, at how animalistic he looks standing before you, blocking you against the wall. his white shirt is unbuttoned slightly, and you can smell that fucking dior on him.

“what the hell does that mean?” you retaliate, already flushed in anger.

“i didn’t even know you could dance like that, let alone with my teammate.” chris snarls.

“everyone can dance, and i had no idea he was on the team. it’s not like you were talking to me anyways.” you stand your ground, meeting his judgmental gaze head on.

“did you want me to?”

“i mean, you’re the one who invited me to this stupid party, so i kind of expected to at least see you.” you tell him truthfully, and you know it’s the alcohol talking now.

“one second you hate me and the next you’re angry i’m not giving you attention. i can’t figure you out, and it drives me fucking crazy.” he continues to stare down at you in frustration, glancing between your eyes and your lips.

you hate how fast your heart is slamming against your ribcage. every time he’s this close to you it’s like the air is sucked out of the room. you can’t even breathe.

“why did you really pull me away, chris?” you ask quietly.

you already know the answer, but you want to hear him say it out loud for once.

“because you should only be moving that pretty ass of yours against me.” his voice is low, and he takes a step forward.

you cancel out his movement, completely backed up against the wall now. he can’t help but let his eyes roam down to your chest, to your exposed cleavage.

you’ve been taunting him all night, though you weren’t even aware. chris has just been watching you in your element, staying to himself and letting you do your thing with your friends for a bit.

after his last conversation with you he felt like maybe he should back off, but then seeing you with somebody else was even worse. it shouldn’t be this way, he shouldn’t be so fucking obsessed so soon.

but you’re looking at him with those wide eyes, soft lips parted, and there’s no way to resist. one hand travels to the back of your neck and the other grabs at your waist, pulling you into his own hips as he smashes his mouth to yours.

it’s somehow even more passionate than the first time, messy and rough, how you both like it most. chris bites down on your bottom lip as he pulls away a minute later, kissing your cheek and jaw, then down your neck.

his cold fingers make their way underneath the hem of your shirt as you feel his teeth close down on the sensitive skin. a strangled moan escapes your mouth before you can bite it back.

“i like that sound a lot, princess.” he says into your ear before his lips focus on that hollow sweet spot you love so much.

you know he’s going to leave a mark, but it feels so good you don’t care. yet you choke down the whimper you feel crawling up, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of hearing how much you like it.

“c’mon, i know you want to.” he mumbles against your throat, and you can literally feel him smirking.

arrogant bastard. two can play at this game.

you put your hands on his chest so you can drive him backwards into the opposite wall. he’s surprised by you taking the lead, and you press your body flat against his, connecting your mouths roughly once more.

chris’s hands roam to grip your ass, a delicious pressure that you shouldn’t enjoy so much. your fingers nimbly travel to the waist of his jeans, and you feel his body tense under your touch.

you can’t help but grin into his lips as you move your hand lower, underneath the band of his boxers, grazing the warm skin of his hip tantalizingly slow.

you shift your focus to his own neck, sucking harshly and running your tongue over his skin until you finally hear him groan, a noise that you relish. his fingers dig into your flesh harder, and you can feel him grind against your thigh.

but you already got what you wanted, so you break away and take a step backwards. the shock on chris’s face after your abrupt departure is clear, his lips raw and hair tousled.

“and you had the nerve to imply that i’m the one who wanted this.” you smile and shake your head, making a move toward the stairs.

“you’re seriously just going to leave?” he asks in disbelief, which makes you turn.

“what did you think was going to happen, chris?” you smirk, tucking a stray hair behind your ear before swiping your thumb along your bottom lip.

his own mouth slowly turns up as he stares at you with a certain kind of ferocity in his eyes, adjusting his shirt and running a hand through his messy hair.

“nothing, i guess. but whatever we didn’t get to will happen eventually, you know.”

“no, it won’t.” you reply, a bit too quickly to be convincing.

“i think it will. who knows, maybe next time you’ll let me use my mouth somewhere else.” chris says lowly, hand ghosting across your hip as he passes by you, looking over his shoulder at you with an expression of self-satisfaction.

then he heads back down the stairs, vanishing around the corner like nothing had even happened.

days ago you were swearing up and down that you’d never kiss him again, that nothing would happen. and now you’re standing alone in his house while the music thumps, knees weak and breathing heavy with a hickey on your neck.

the scariest part of all is that you’re still craving more, even though you don’t want to.

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : choso x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : you heard choso was an eater, and you wanna find out if it’s true.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : smut, HORNY, let's be honest, porn with very little plot, oral sex, praise, teasing, fingering.

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from tongue twister by cash cash.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! probably the horniest shit i’ve ever written. i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

I want your tongue twister; got me beggin' for your head spinner!

Now, when you heard from a friend of a friend of a friend that Choso was an eater, you took it with a grain of salt. You hadn’t seen him talk to anyone since about a year ago, but that was when he broke up with his ex (who you’d assume was the one who started the rumor); she cheated or something like that; you didn’t give a damn because you had a boyfriend at the time. But that was a year ago. And Choso looked fine now. He’d had a bit of glow-up since then, doing a new hairstyle since he let his hair grow out, some tattoos, and working out a bit. He also became a little more social, still keeping to himself but a little more outgoing at parties and whatnot. You’d never really had a conversation with him, only ever seeing him on campus, both of you wrapped up in conversations to really notice each other. That was until right now.

I want it, I want it; let's get loud!

“CHOSO, CHOSO, CHOSO!”

They’d all been doing a strikeout competition, which pretty much consisted of taking a hit of a blunt, doing a shot, chugging a beer, and then, finally, exhaling. Most guys throw up or can’t even make it past the shot, but Choso had won three times now, which everyone was pretty damn excited about. You’d think he’d be hammered now, but technically, it had only been three shots, so no biggie, but they were tequila shots. He was a little tipsy, laughing as Yuuji raised his hand in celebration, the other guys getting hyped and banging on their chests, walking up to give him dap. Once the main event pretty much ended, you went to walk away until:

“Wait, wait, wait, you guys gotta see him do this thing!”

“Nah, Yuuji, I don’t think I can right now.”

“Nonsense, we got you; somebody get the damn cherries out the fridge.”

Now what the fuck were they gonna do with that? They brought them up to Choso, sitting them on the counter as everyone watched him pull one out the case.

“Fuck it.”

Choso put it in his mouth; what, he was gonna take a shot with a cherry in his mouth? That’s pretty basic compared to what he was just doing. Except he hadn’t taken a shot after. And did he eat the whole damn thing? What about the-

“HOLY SHIT HE DID IT!”

Choso stuck out his tongue, the stem of the cherry tied into a heart. Everyone went batshit, completely impressed by the trick. His friends, yet again, hyped him up. He looked around at everyone smiling, that was, until he made eye contact with you. And what did you look like? Flustered as fuck. When he pulled it onto his tongue, you felt something in the pit of your stomach, which shot straight on down. It was pretty fuckin’ hot. But why were you so excited? Because it proved, he really was an eater.

‘Cause I can't fight the feeling of your tongue twister, I want it!

You’d walked away after that; he’d gotten a rise out of you for sure, and you had to go cool down. You’d found Nobara and Mai by the pool, drinking some punch and smiling at you as you walked up to them.

“Told you!”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t think he was gonna do that!”

“It’s a party trick, ya know. Yuuji on his shoulder, it was bound to happen.”

“You say that like you’ve seen it before!”

“‘Cause we have. He’s just not my type.”

Nobara shook her head in agreement, leaving you surprised. 

“Now, go get some punch and loosen up; we’re about to play beer pong soon.”

So fine girl, I must be dreamin'...

“Fine.”

With that, you walked back to the kitchen, grabbed a cup of punch, and headed back to-

“Hey.”

You almost jumped out of your damn skin. You knew it was him, you’d recognize his voice from earlier, but when you turned around, you hadn’t expected to see him like this. His eyes were half-lidded, bloodshot from being high probably, and flushed a bit from the alcohol. He leaned against the counter, eyes looking up at you.

“Um, hey.”

Now, Choso wasn’t a homewrecker. He thought you were pretty damn cute, but he knew you had a boyfriend, so he backed off. That was until tonight when he caught eyes with you and asked Yuuji about you, who told him you’d broken up with your ex a year ago, but Yuuji wasn’t always a reliable source. So, Choso was feeling a little hot, in a horny way; you possibly being single put a fire under his ass. So now, he was talking to you.

“Saw you earlier; why didn’t you play?”

“Oh, not really my type of game?”

“No? Why’s that?”

“I’m not a big tequila drinker. Um, my friends are waiting, so I should probably get going.”

You felt so hot; you had to go back to Mai and Nobara. There was no way you could keep doing this, especially when he looked like that, like some sort of animal that wanted to eat you alive. But then again, after tonight, that wasn’t so bad. You shot him a little wave and walked off; now you just had to find out where-

“Wait a second.”

He’d grabbed your arm now, not enough to hurt you, but enough to shift your attention back to him with a look that said you weren’t going anywhere. So, you didn’t.

“Um, what’s up?”

“You know, I gotta tell you somethin’.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“I think you’re real pretty. Usually, yeah, but tonight, your curves look pretty damn good in that dress.”

You wanted to respond; truly, you did, but you completely froze when he looked you dead in your eyes. You were about to die; your panties were probably fucking soaked from all this interaction with him. You were fuckin’ melting when he brought his hand behind your waist, bringing you closer to him. Choso brought his lips up to your ear, licking the skin there. He didn’t really give a fuck if you had a boyfriend at this point.

I’m comin' in, and you got me talkin'…

“Can I eat your pussy?” 

“Can you do wha-”

”You heard me, princess.” 

“Um, I uh-” 

“Meet me, upstairs bathroom, five minutes.”

With that, he let you go, walking off somewhere in the party. You were nearly panting. The fuck did he just ask you? You found Mai and Nobara at the ping pong tables, unable to speak.

“Oh, there you are. You okay?”

“Yeah, I just- um, I gotta go, uh, use the bathroom! But, I have to, um, just don’t check on me, I’ll be fine.”

“Uh, okay, girl. Call us if you need us.”

“Yeah, no problem!”

You walked away from them, still in shock from what was about to happen. He’d said 5 minutes, right? You could use the other 3 to get in there and cool off; try to act normal about this. You scurried up the stairs, controlling your breathing as you opened the bathroom door.

 It's about time; let my lips start walkin'!

“Here early, huh?”

Choso pulled you into the bathroom, making sure no one was looking and locking it behind him. He turned to look at you, walking up and kissing you softly. You felt like someone was putting you on ice, calming down a bit, but mostly because you didn’t want him to feel you shaking in anticipation. He was so laid back, pulling away to look at you.

“Why ya so nervous?”

“Is that even a question? You told me a couple minutes ago you wanted to eat me out, and now, we’re here for you to do that.”

He chuckled and brought his hands under your ass, lifting you to sit on the counter. He massaged your hips as he looked into your eyes, kissing you again, bringing his hand up to the back of your neck to deepen it. You couldn't help but bring your hands up to his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hand found its way to the arch in your back. Your fingers ran through his hair, and you swore you heard him groan a little into the kiss. He pulled away from you, half-lidded eyes looking at you up and down.

“Got a question for ya.”

“What’s that?”

“You got a boyfriend?”

“No, but it’s a little too late for that, huh?”

“Nah, I’d have you in here either way.”

Now you wanna make my head drop…

You blushed at his confidence as he brought his lips back to you, this time on your collarbones, sucking lightly as his hand rested on your thigh. When he got to the top of your dress, he came up and gave you a quick kiss, letting your straps down and hooking his fingers in the front of it to pull it down; your tits falling out. He brought his hand up to massage them, his mouth next to your ear again.

“Nice tits, princess.”

You felt your body perk up at his comment, making him chuckle as he brought his mouth down, taking a nipple in his mouth. That tongue of his was just getting started, sucking in and kissing your nipples as you moaned into his touch.  He’d been smiling at your positive reaction, bringing a hand down your body, feeling your pussy through your thong. He came up to your mouth and kissed you, smiling as his hand kept massaging your panty-clad pussy.

“This wet for me? I’m honored.”

God, you wished he’d shut the fuck up. Not because you didn’t like what he was saying, but because it was a little too physically effective. Choso was a little excited now, high on, well, high in general, but also on how worked up you’d gotten for him. Hooking his fingers in your thong, he pulled it down your legs, kissing the skin that led to the way back up. He had your body like putty in his hands, grabbing your ass and bringing you closer to the edge of the counter so he could get a good look at you. With two fingers, he spread your lips, precum soaking his fingers as he smiled at your reaction to him finally touching you.

Getcha in ya sweet spot…

“So fuckin’ pretty…”

Choso brought your legs over his shoulder, kissing your inner thighs as you squirmed, dying for him to touch you how you wanted. He chuckled at your reaction, then got to work. He brought his lips down to your pussy, letting his tongue split your folds like he was knocking on the damn door. That is until he opened the door for himself, sticking his tongue inside of you, dipping deep to make sure he could really taste you. You’d been moaning out, trying to keep as quiet as possible to ensure you didn’t alert anyone that the bathroom was extremely occupied.

Meanwhile, he was shamelessly groaning, exploring you like a hidden treasure. It was really when he moved his tongue to your clit that you were groaning his name, fingers in his hair as he lapped you up. He started slow, but then anticipation got the best of him, licking you up like his life depended on it. He felt too fuckin’ good, your pussy basically screaming at the satisfaction. 

He’d opened your legs with his hands at this point; you were so stimulated you couldn’t keep them closed. Then, there was that fuckin’ eye contact. He shot darts at you, watching your every move, closing your eyes, throwing your head back; he wanted to see it all. You’d arch your back every time he licked your clit up and down and pulled your body forward every time he circled it. Like a fuckin’ movie, and he was the director. You knew you couldn’t take it much longer; that fire inside of you was burning up, getting hotter by the second. At this point, you were grinding your pussy against his face, feeling him smile as you begged him to make you cum.

“I’m close…”

Choso kept going, this time a little slower, teasing you to hold out a little longer. He wasn’t quite done having fun. He’d decided he wanted to feel your pussy on his fingers before you came, pumping them in and out of you real slow but curling them up to hit that spot inside of you. With a final look at you, he picked up the pace with his tongue again, bringing his fingers out so his hands could keep your legs still. You were goin’ crazy, gripping the sink, his hair, anything, trying to brace yourself for what was about to come. And then, you came. You threw your head back as your body tensed up, hand steady in his hair. He brought his hand up to cover your mouth before you could get loud, feeling you screaming his name into his hand. 

Choso stood up now, wiping his face off and kissing you on your neck. He held you as you came down, head falling on his shoulder from how hard you came. He found your dress on the floor, putting it on you as you came to. You were spent. You had to hold your arms over his shoulders as he slid it up your body, kissing you when he brought it all the way up, and lastly, bringing his mouth to your ear.

“Such a good girl for me.”

Gonna make your body go crazy!

I want it; I want it one more time…

When you woke up the next day, it felt like almost nothing had happened until you saw the hickeys on your neck and legs. And you in Choso’s T-shirt. And his sheets. You immediately called Mai and Nobara to see what the hell happ-

“Oh, you’re up!”

Choso walked into the room, freshly showered, briefs hanging low on his waist that were quite thin, despite the very, um, thing they were meant to cover up.

“What happened last night? I know we-wait, did we?!”

“No, not all. After I ate you out, you damn near passed out, so I brought you back here to my place and gotcha all cleaned up, ya know, shower and took your makeup off. Then I put a shirt on you and laid you in my bed, so I took the couch. Didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything.”

“Oh, um, thank you?”

“No problem, princess.”

He walked over to his dresser to get some clothes out, hanging his towel over the back of his chair. You know you probably shouldn’t, but you had to know; the thought was itching you.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I just wanted to talk to you about your, um, reputation.”

“Oh, you talkin’ bout the rumors and stuff?”

“Yeah, those.”

Choso came over and sat with you on the bed, rubbing your thigh as he spoke.

“Yeah, I’ve heard ‘em. What people don’t know is that it originally came from Yuuji. The first time I did that cherry thing, he joked and said I looked like an eater, you know, like someone who, anyways, then it pretty much caught on. A lot of girls walk up to me these days, asking about its truthfulness and if they can test it out, but I’m not a very promiscuous guy. My last girl was last year, and that ended pretty toxic.”

I can't find the words to sing it: tongue twister! I want it, I want it!

“So, uh, why did you eat me out?”

“Well, I told you last night. I think you’re cute. I’ve seen you around for a while, but you're always in conversations with someone, I’m not one to interrupt. When I got a little fucked up last night, my dick pretty much told me to make a move, so here we are. I totally get if you’re not like looking for anything more than-”

“It’s not like that at all, um. It’s just surprising to hear you say all that.”

“So, what you’re saying is you do want that?”

“Um, I uh, yeah…”

He brought his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. When he pulled back from you, he gave you a smile as he blushed, but that ended pretty quickly when he brought his mouth to your ear.

“So, wanna go again?”

I wanna get you in a tongue twister, tied up in a tongue twister!

♱ the song used in this story is tongue twister by cash cash. 🖤

(this work is very different than my others! I encourage you to read speed. or fruit.)

♱ masterlist.

♱ all fics playlist.

𝖆𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖗, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖞𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖓.

[skyward-floored]

Hi hello, I got inspired by a thing and wrote an Incredibles au fic about Malon and Hyrule this afternoon, hope you all enjoy :)

I felt so bad for Hyrule writing this aaaah he’s just a little guy... good thing he has Malon <3

Ao3

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CRASH

Malon jumped at the sound of something breaking in the kitchen, nearly dropping the basket of laundry she was holding. There was a telling silence after the crash, and she felt a surge of exasperation, squeezing her eyes shut.

It had already been a stressful day— Wind was sick, and Legend was starting to come down with something as well, and Malon had gotten behind in the laundry checking up on the two of them. Four had been clingy up until she’d put him down for a nap, and she’d also had to break up no less then three separate arguments between Wild and Legend, the latter extra grumpy because of his sore throat. Malon’s patience was rapidly unraveling, and this was just the icing on the cake.

She held in a groan, and set down the basket, tromping into the kitchen with her hands on her hips.

“Wild, if you broke my vase because you haven’t been being careful with your super speed again, then you’re going to be in some serious trouble mister—”

But Wild wasn’t who Malon found when she walked into the kitchen. Rather Hyrule was standing next to the sink, eyes wide as he stared down at the mess of what looked like a shattered cup, broken pieces and spilled water all over the floor.

“...Hyrule? What happened?” she asked, surprised at not seeing the usual culprit. “Did you drop a cup?”

He startled at her voice, and seemed at a loss for words, looking between her and the mess without saying anything. Malon raised an eyebrow when he didn’t reply, and gestured to the mess again.

“Hyrule, did you drop your glass? Or did somebody else?”

Malon took a step towards Hyrule as she spoke, but the second she did, his shoulders shot up, and he quickly stepped back from her.

“I-I did, but I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Hyrule said frantically, backing away from Malon. “I’ll— I’ll fix it, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

She immediately stopped moving towards him, looking at Hyrule in surprise at his reaction.

“Honey, it’s only a glass, you don’t have to be upset,” she said with a worried look, but Hyrule only seemed to get more panicked, backing away until his back hit the wall.

“I’m sorry, it— it was an accident! I wasn’t trying to, I’m sorry I’m sorry—”

“Hyrule, it’s okay—”

“I’m sorry! Please don’t punish me!”

His voice broke on the words, and Malon studied him for a moment, alarm bells ringing in her mind. All of a sudden she realized what was happening, and her heart fell straight to her shoes.

Hyrule must have had this happen to him before, when he wasn’t living with them.

During the period of his life he refused to talk about.

Oh.

“Link,” Malon said steadily, as Hyrule sank to to the ground, curling up on himself at the name. Oh no, bad choice. “...Hyrule,” she tried again, “it’s okay, I’m not mad.”

Her son had begun to shake, his eyes welling with tears, and Malon was starting to feel at a loss, unsure of how to help without making him more upset. She looked around, then carefully lowered herself to her knees, far away enough to not crowd Hyrule, but close enough to provide comfort if he decided he wanted it.

“Hyrule,” Malon said softly, and he looked at her with a scared expression. “It’s okay. It was an accident, and we can easily clean it up. I’m not going to punish you for making a mistake.”

“B-but I broke it, I was clumsy, I’m sorry I—”

“Honey, it’s okay,” Malon soothed. “I can’t tell you how many times your father has knocked into things and broken them because of his eye. Maybe I get annoyed at him for a little while, but he never does it on purpose, and we clean it up together.”

Hyrule didn’t say anything, tears still slipping down his nose.

Malon bit her lip, then cautiously scooted closer to her son, making sure he was okay with it before moving. Hyrule watched her sharply, but didn’t move away, and she carefully set her hand on his shoulder, rubbing it with soft circles when he didn’t throw her off.

Hyrule slowly relaxed at her touch, and his shoulders lowered. His shaking began to still as they sat there in silence, and eventually he let Malon move closer, until she was right next to him.

“It’s okay, honey,” Malon repeated in a gentle voice, and Hyrule wiped his nose on his sleeve. She exhaled, and brushed some tears off his cheek, then met his eyes. “It’s only a cup. I know it was an accident.”

“You’re not gonna hu... do anything?” Hyrule whispered, and Malon shook her head.

“Oh honey, no,” she said in dismay, and pulled him into a hug, loose enough that he could pull away if he wanted to. He didn’t though, instead sinking into her arms with a quiet sigh. “It was an accident. Everyone breaks things sometimes, you didn’t do anything wrong. After all, it’s not like you emptied my cupboard and started throwing cups just to be destructive.”

Hyrule let out a soft giggle, so small Malon could barely hear it, but it warmed her heart anyway.

“It’s okay,” she repeated, and Hyrule rested his head on her shoulder. She sat with him on the floor for a while longer even though she had things to do, holding him while he finished calming down. Everything else could wait right now.

“I’m really sorry I broke it,” Hyrule whispered after a while, and Malon ran a gentle hand through his hair.

“I know. And it’s okay, Hyrule. It was an accident.”

She pulled back and smiled at him a little worriedly, brushing a hand through his hair again.

“Now let’s make sure you don’t have any glass stuck in you, then we can clean up this mess,” she said warmly, and Hyrule nodded, looking relieved. Malon helped him up, and over to a chair so she could check him over, and cleaned the few tiny pieces of glass from his foot.

But even as Malon bandaged up Hyrule’s foot, and he helped her clean up the shattered cup, the image of him begging her not to do anything to him stayed in her head, making her chest hurt more and more every time it replayed.

Nobody is going to hurt you like that again, Link, she promised silently as he helped her sweep up the last of the glass. Nobody.

[penny00dreadful]

Somebody To Love - Part 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 AO3

*Professor Farnsworth voice* Good news everyone! It is finished! There'll be one more part after this, I didn't need as many parts/chapters as I originally thought becasue I figured why can't I just have a high word count here? 😅 I should be able to have the final part out soon once I've completed the edits. 🥳🖤

Some tw's for this part: addict thoughts, talks of dieting, addiction recovery.

The delicacy with which Dustin and Max were handling him made Eddie feel like he’d been thrown into an alternate reality. They had the kid gloves on, treating him with so much care, like he was a temperamental ornament ready to shatter at any moment and honestly, he kind of appreciated it. 

People often took one look at him and just assumed he was a tough as nails metalhead drug addict that would spit at them sooner than look at them and like… sometimes they weren’t that far off. 

But he was still human with an infuriatingly soft core and that core was feeling very bruised right now.

He didn’t know exactly what they knew of everything, they were obviously much closer to Steve than they were to him, but he wasn’t really sure how close.

Still, it was nice that they weren’t automatically treating him like dirt for breaking Steve’s heart and then clumsily attempting to sellotape it back together with promises of proving it to him. Maybe that was Steve’s doing. Or maybe they were just more emotionally intelligent than he’d given them credit for.

Chrissy, however, had no such compunctions.

She waltzed into his house at ass o’clock in the morning and shoved a to-go coffee into his hands, knowing well he hadn’t slept a wink, she had been the one up with him on the phone for half the night after all.

“C’mon, Twinkie!” She slapped his ass hard. Way harder than was necessary, in his opinion. “Now’s not a time for moping, now’s a time for action!”

Eddie scowled at her and took a sip before coughing it up and shooting coffee straight out of his nose.

“Jesus fuck!” He gulped back air, barely able to get the words out through the scratching at his throat. “How many espresso shots are in this?!”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.” Chrissy dismissed with a wave of her hand.

He had barely managed to get his breath back, standing in the middle of his house in just his ratty old Dragon Ball Z boxers with coffee dripping down his chest when his front door was thrown open with a bang and more people descended on him.

“What the fuck are you guys doing here?”

The Corroded Coffin boys strolled through his house, immediately descending on his kitchen and raiding his cabinets for whatever food Steve constantly kept his house stocked with.

“We heard you finally got your head out of your ass.” Jeff replied, through a mouthful of Honeycombs.

“Hey! Those are mine- Wait. You knew?”

“Dude, everyone knew.” Grant had commandeered his chocolate Yoo-Hoo, cracking the lid off easily.

Eddie felt his stomach drop. “Everyone?”

“Everyone.” Gareth emphasised, knowing exactly whose wrath Eddie was now fearing.

“Shit. Does he know? What happened yesterday?”

Chrissy nodded. “I called him. He’s in the air.”

“You fucking traitor!” He shouted, pointing his finger at her. “He’s going to kill me!”

She just waved her hand at him. “Go get dressed. We’ve got work to do.”

Eddie mumbled and grumbled but did as he was told, knocking back the rest of the poisonous coffee she had provided him. When he arrived back downstairs it was like walking into the middle of an intervention, even though he had started the process himself.

He was going to get off the drugs, he was going to stop drinking. He was no longer going to be sleeping around, obviously, but he was also going to go to a private medical clinic for a number of tests. Just to make sure he hadn’t picked anything up in between previous testing. He was going to keep smoking, because god-damn it he needed something.

The rest of that day was spent with Dustin, Chrissy and the Corroded Coffin boys scraping through every square inch of his house, searching for his various stashes of drugs and alcohol while Max watched him like a hawk.

Chrissy pulled away some pills taped to the bottom of a decorative pot that sat on top of one of his upper cabinets and Eddie was pretty sure he’d never seen that pot in his life before. Never even looked at it, let alone hid shit using it. It was the ugliest fucking pot he’d ever seen, why was it in his house? Honestly he’d forgotten half the places they pulled a handle of vodka or a baggie of powder out of. 

He wasn’t an addict, he didn’t consider himself an addict but he just used them more as an aid to get him through the day. He wasn’t an addict. 

He used them because he wanted to, not because he needed to.

Except.

Except now that he was faced with the reality that there’d be none of it left in the house, and he’d be monitored very closely by all of them so he couldn’t break and go out and get a fix… it had his anxiety skyrocketing through the roof and he almost asked them to stop multiple times. 

But each time he did, he remembered the defeat and heartbreak on Steve’s face and he… he just had to keep pushing forward. 

As they went from room to room, Max seemed to have some kind of sixth sense. Sitting there in her tailored business suit, red hair in a high pony, leaning over towards him with her elbows on her knees. Whenever he knew where something was stashed and the guys skimmed over it or missed it, she called out to them, telling them to look again without taking her eyes off him.

“How the hell are you doing that?” He asked.

“I had a troubled upbringing.” Max replied with a flat tone of voice.

They’d been at it for hours by the time he called for a fucking breather. All of this was exhausting. The stress was eating at his stomach. Eddie was in his back garden, trying to chill the fuck out with a cigarette when he heard the door open behind him.

“Boy.” The voice that came from behind him was heavy and stern, like Eddie’s own personal Kratos had descended and Eddie froze like a rabbit caught in a trap.

He turned slowly, hoping that someone else, anyone else was around to help take the pressure off but they all seemed to have scattered, the cowards.

“Wayne!” He tried to inject as much joy and lightness into his voice as he got to his feet but the man just continued to stare down at him with a raised eyebrow and his arms crossed, towering over him like a monument of parental disappointment.

Quick as a flash Wayne’s hand shot out and slapped him over the back of the head, not too hard, but hard enough to let Eddie know he wasn’t happy, as if that had ever been in doubt. “What did you do to that young man?”

“You can’t hit me! I’m in recovery!”

Wayne slapped him again.

“I’m fixing it!”

“You better be. I like that Steve kid. He’s good for you.”

Eddie slumped, dropping his cigarette butt on the ground and trudging over to his uncle, pressing his forehead into his collarbone. “I know.”

Wayne nodded and pulled him in close for a hug.

“I’m fixing it.” Eddie said again, quieter this time. 

“Good.” Wayne rubbed his hand up and down Eddie back before pulling away. “We’ll get this sorted.” He placed his hands on either side of Eddie’s face and gave him a light squeeze. “Now pick up that butt, I didn’t teach you to litter.”

For all his whining and grumbling and absolute terror of the man, it was a big help having Wayne around. Of course it was, how could it not be. Though he’d never doubted Wayne for a second, facing up to the consequences of his actions had never been something Eddie was particularly eager to do.

Case in point, involving Chrissy was maybe a mistake. 

Because she was, like, sporty and shit. And she kept dragging him out of bed in the early hours of the morning once the worst of everything was out of his system. 

She’d force him into the gym room that came with the house and Eddie was pretty sure he’d never set foot in it before. But all the stuff there had clear signs of being used regularly and it was with a strange mix of sadness and glee that he figured Steve had probably been the one using it all along.

“Why am I here?”

“To get some endorphins into you without using drugs.”

Soulmate his fucking ass. 

Chrissy was no less than a drill sergeant and no amount of whining and bitching would stop her from making him do stretches and get on the treadmill and god he fucking hated it. Any one who enjoyed exercising was now solidly listed under ‘psychopath’ in his brain. 

Chrissy had even convinced Max to get her husband, some kind of sports health something or other, to put together a meal plan for him that had him eating shit like broccoli and apples and brown fucking rice.

Eddie did not throw a temper tantrum by day five of that diet, about a week and a half into this whole ‘getting his shit together so he could prove to Steve he was a competent human’ thing. Definitely not, even though his muscles ached and he wanted to stuff an entire Dunkin worth of Donuts into his mouth and get stupidly ridiculously high.

“Fuck off and leave me alone, Chrissy.” He snapped one morning from underneath his bedsheets. He was fucking tired, he was fucking sore and last he checked sugar wasn’t one of the addictions he was supposed to be giving up so why the fuck wasn’t he allowed to have any?

Chrissy crossed her arms. “No.”

“What’s even the point of this anyway? How the hell is the fucking broccoli and the fucking treadmill proving to Steve that I’m gonna stick around?”

“Because you’re improving yourself, taking care of yourself. Staying away from the drugs and alcohol and sex orgies and showing him you’re trying.” She sighed, softening her voice. “Didn’t you tell him you’d try every day for him?”

“Whatever.” Eddie grumbled, pulling the covers up over his head. “It’s a bed day. I’m staying in bed. Don’t try to drag me out, I will bite you.”

He could hear Chrissy leave and he knew the attitude was unnecessary, she was his rock in all of this, but he just wasn’t in the fucking mood to do anything apart from wallow.

He had dozed back off to sleep until he was awoken by someone coming up the stairs. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw a tall handsome man with fantastic shoulders standing in his doorway with a box of fucking donuts in his hand.

What kind of sugar-craving wet dream was this?

The guy lifted his hand with a pleasant smile. “Hey-”

“Sorry, man. I’m off the market.” Eddie slurred in some kind of delirious half-asleep haze before his brain finally caught up with him and he realised that’s probably not what was happening right now.

The guy burst out in a short laugh. “Yeah, me too. I’m Max’s husband, Lucas.”

Eddie’s entire face went scarlet. “Oh fuck, don’t tell her I said that. She’ll cut my balls off.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said with an easy smile as he held the box out and shook it slightly. “I brought these for you.”

Lucas handed the donuts to him and even though Eddie should be wary of the quite literal candy from a stranger (although, was candy really the correct term?), the allure of fried sugar was too much.

“Aren’t you supposed to be having me eat healthy?” Eddie asked, practically diving face first into the box and stuffing as much as he could into his mouth at once. “Minoththuppothsbeowmaheawthmfifthnssjurmy?” 

Lucas blinked at him and Eddie forced himself to swallow the large lump of fried dough, but not without sucking on his fingers first. “Am I not supposed to be on a health and fitness journey? Or whatever you,” he wiggled his fingers at him, “active types call it.”

"Don’t get me wrong, you still need to eat right and exercise but the meal plans I write up are usually for athletes at the top of their game. So the fact that sugar and some fats never made it in just never occurred to me. And no offence to you dude, but you are no athlete.” He smiled and tapped the box. “Everything in moderation, right?”

Things began to even out after that. The boys started to travel between Eddie’s house and their own homes, checking in on him less and less the better he got. Finally getting to spend some well deserved time with their families rather than babysitting their problematic frontman. 

Wayne still stuck around. Eddie’s literal rock in everything he’d ever done in his life ever and Chrissy was no longer riding him so hard about getting the endorphins pumping. 

Honestly video games could do the same thing for him but she refused to accept that.

When Steve walked back through his front door some two weeks after he’d left for a second time, he took Eddie by surprise all over again, manifesting behind him like some kind of ghost and scaring the ever loving shit out of him.

But he didn’t throw himself at Steve this time. 

He didn’t have that right anymore. 

The ball was in Steve’s court and he would be the one that would decide just how fast they moved from now on.

He noticed the difference in Eddie almost immediately because of course he did. Telling him off hand that he looked good, healthy. That he hadn’t looked like that since their second studio album blew up, which caused Eddie to blush furiously and hide his face behind his hair like a fucking schoolgirl and not someone who had appeared in fucking ‘Playgirl’, which he had.

Usually in his down time he would have been spending it hanging out with Steve and his weird little found family. And with Wayne, flying in between LA and Indiana and getting to remember what it felt like to just be a normal person again. 

But it had also been the time Eddie would let loose and go hard into everything could. The kinds of things he couldn’t manage when on tour. 

Days long sex parties, kink clubs, high quality drug dens, week long getaways to someone’s private island or luxury yacht that probably collectively took ten years off his life every time he went.

But they were a thing of the past now.

Eddie found he was kind of enjoying the slower summer getting clean afforded him. He’d started to enjoy the things he used to love so much, but lost over time. 

Reading, losing himself in a writing haze, feeling the frantic passion of ideas and creativity overtaking him, and all with a clear head this time. 

Days spent in his basement studio no longer fueled by cocaine and other stimulants, now only fueled by caffeine. 

Before, he’d be able to go a couple of days awake in his writing haze but caffeine was no substitute for coke. 

As a result of that, being under the influence of only caffeine, sugar and nicotine he usually ended up crashing on the couch down there before he even realised he was falling asleep. Sometimes he’d wake up with handwritten pages stuck to his cheek or forehead, sometimes he’d wake up with the mother of all back aches and stiff fingers. But sometimes he’d wake up with a blanket thrown over him, the ghost of a hand in his hair and a strawberry frappuccino waiting for him on the coffee table.

The downside of being lucid and sober was that Eddie was now painfully aware of his shithead behaviour over the last number of years and it constantly threatened to push him back into a spiral again. 

He was actually mentally present for the first time in he didn’t know how long for a meeting with the label executives to discuss a timeline for the next album and tour. He had no idea just how much Steve had been doing for him, especially when it came to this. 

Making decisions on his behalf that always benefited him far more than anything he’d have been able to negotiate himself, making excuses for why he was so out of it all the time that everyone could see through. But the execs always let it go because Corroded Coffin were one of the labels biggest bands, on of their biggest money earners and continued to be, no matter how fucked up Eddie was.

And it wasn't just meetings with execs he now had to deal with. The people refused to get the god-damn memo. The invites to all the debauched shit he usually took part in just kept coming and people actually started getting defensive whenever he refused.

No matter what he told them. 

He told them he didn’t want to go. He was healing. He was off the shit that would be shared around like pass the parcel. They were down right offended to hear it. Like Eddie was somehow telling them all he was better than them by holding up a mirror towards their own actions which… maybe, yeah actually.

The only invite he had accepted was a charity fundraiser for queer homeless youth. But only with a firm stance that he would not be going to any kind of after party, so don’t even bother asking.

But it would be fine. 

There’d be alcohol and probably some drugs and probably some people trying to get into his pants there but Chrissy and Steve would also be there, all but chained to his side. Gareth, Jeff and Grant would be taking up the mantle of schmoozing so it would be fine.

Plus, he was close to hitting his ninety days so he was definitely stronger than he had been at the start, right?

Yeah.

Either way, the alcohol, the drugs, the horny people… it would be the kind of shit that would be unavoidable in his line of work. So he’d have to get used to temptation being thrown in his face regardless and this would be a nice entry level experiment.

“You sure you want to do this?” Steve asked him, with an arm around his shoulder. 

The return to normal touch had been gradual, happening over the last few months and it was doing wonderful things for his nerves right now. The three of them were sitting in the back of the big fancy car, stalling.

Steve flashed him a cheeky grin. “We can leave and head to the McDonalds drive-thru right now if you want.”

Eddie smiled and stopped twisting his rings around his fingers. This was an overly fancy event, probably requiring white gloves as part of the dress code but Eddie wasn’t going to start worrying about expectations like that now. 

They knew who they’d invited. 

“I’m fine. It’s fine.” He tipped his head over until he was leaning against Steve’s shoulder and laced his fingers with Chrissy’s gloved hand. “Let’s just get this over with. Maybe we can leave before I turn back into a pumpkin, though?”

Steve smiled. “Sure thing.” He pressed a quick kiss to the top of Eddie’s head and smoothly exited the car. 

It was definitely not the most intimate thing they’d ever done together in their decade long friendship but definitely the most intimate thing that they’d done in the last three months and Eddie’s stomach exploded with butterflies.

“Cinderella doesn’t turn back into a pumpkin at midnight.” Chrissy said, shaking out her large pale pink dress as she stepped out of the car after Eddie. “Are you calling yourself the carriage?”

“Yeah.” He offered her his elbow. “I have plenty of carriage.”

“Twinkie,” she shook her head, “you have no carriage. It’s a tiny little fuzzy peach butt.”

“Excuse you, it’s a pumpkin!”

She rolled her eyes and gave his ass a little pinch out of view of anyone. “It is not.”

“It’s really not, Eds.” Steve put in with a not so subtle up-and-down look.

“This is a betrayal of the highest order,” he pointed at them, “and the both of you are terrible people.”

Overall, things went pretty well. 

He didn’t really have to talk to anyone, the Corroded Coffin boys as previously discussed between them, were dealing with the majority of boring ass rich people conversation and Steve had enough experience from his upbringing with his parents to deflect the most persistent of wannabe schmoozers. Eddie had been sticking only to mocktails (his favourite would always be a Shirley Temple but they had some strawberry thing which was essentially just strawberry limeade but it was fucking delicious so who gave a fuck) and some really nice non-alcoholic champagne that honestly tasted better than the regular champagne without the tang of alcohol in it.

Steve had to lead someone away, almost with a hand at their elbow when they just kept pushing for conversation. Chrissy was in a gentle discussion with a new young artist who looked like she was about to vibrate out of her skin from fear. And Eddie felt a shadow descend into the chair next to him.

He turned, still trying to suck the last dregs of his Shirley Temple out of the bottom of his glass.

The guy who sat down looked vaguely familiar, in that kind of memory signal way. His subconscious definitely knew they’d crossed paths before but that could mean anything. Maybe he’d collaborated with him in the past? Maybe he was an old supplier? Maybe he’d slept with him, who knew?

“Hi!” The guy said with a smile and dark bedroom eyes.

Well, okay.

He slid a drink towards him, cold and beading with condensation and the most beautiful amber colour.

Eddie swallowed, unable to take his eyes off of it. He picked up the edge of the white tablecloth, using it to push the drink away. He didn’t even want to risk touching it.

“I’m clean.” Eddie pretty firmly kept the now empty Shirley Temple glass up, still sucking the straw around the bottom, trying to keep a barrier between them because no thank you. Not tonight. Not ever, anymore, if life worked out the way he wanted.

The guy nodded and smiled again, a little condescending, as though Eddie’s attempt to stay sober was cute. “I've been watching you. Trying to find an opportunity to say hi.” He scoffed lightly with a raised eyebrow. An attempt at an inside joke only one of them was in on. “Your bodyguard’s got a pretty tight grip on you though. Glad he finally gave you a chance to breathe.”

“Steve’s not my bodyguard.”

Even though he could be. Has definitely had to act like it before. More than once. 

God, Eddie was a shit.

“No? He’s certainly acting like it. Won’t let anyone near you. Seems a little possessive if you ask me.” The guy scooted a little further forward and started brushing his leg up and down Eddie’s calf and Eddie retracted almost immediately.

“That’s going to be a solid no from me. I’m off the market for the foreseeable future.”

The guy couldn’t hide his surprise quickly enough. “Seriously? Someone get in your head about it?” The corner of his mouth tilted up in a smug grin. “Couldn’t stop thinking of a particular night? I couldn’t stop thinking of it either. I heard you stopped making the rounds after.”

Eddie could do nothing but blink at the absolute balls on this guy. But apparently this was a one sided conversation because the guy was still talking.

“I was hoping you’d call me again.” He attempted to nudge Eddie’s knee with his hand but Eddie pulled back again with a hard glare. The guy scoffed again. “Unless, of course, your phone privileges have been taken away by the help.” He laughed at his own pathetic, mean excuse for a joke. “I think we could be quite good together, Eddie.”

“I don’t fucking think so.”

The guy pushed out his bottom lip and batted his big eyelashes at him, like Eddie’s rejection was performative, like he was playing hard to get. “Awh. That’s too bad. You marked me up so good last time.”

It was only then that it finally clicked for him. “You’re the guy from the ‘Sucker’ video.”

The guy's bravado faltered, clearly not expecting to be forgotten so easily.

“Obviously.” He bit out.

He was the last guy Eddie had slept with before everything had happened.

Steve had shown him out and left on his vacation almost immediately after.

He’d been so upset.

“What the fuck did you say to him?” Eddie hissed, finally setting his glass down.

The guy blinked with a curl at his lip. “Who?”

“Steve.”

“Oh, him?” The guy laughed, short and sharp and mean. “Not my fault if he wasn’t ready to hear some harsh truths.” He shrugged. “I didn’t tell him anything he didn’t deserve to hear. Practically did you a favour, by the way.” The guy rolled his eyes. “Just had to get it in his head that he didn’t have a shot, shooting above his pay grade and if he couldn’t handle it he should take a long walk off a short pier. Even if you did let him weasel his way back in-”

There was something shoved hard into Eddie’s chest and he only had a second to register what was happening before he had to catch Chrissy around the waist and pull her back to stop her clawing this guy's eyes out. 

The purse she’d pushed at him fell to the floor as Eddie was jerked forward, using his all of his weak as shit strength to keep a firm grip on Chrissy who was always so strong with her hidden jock prowess.

“Jesus Christ, put a leash on her, would you?” The guy had fired himself backwards, nearly toppling himself out of his seat.

“You motherf-! Edward, let me go!” Chrissy was swiping at the guy with one arm while the other dug into Eddie’s arm, trying to loosen his grip. 

Before he could consider whether the spectacle of Chrissy Cunningham in her pink meringue dress absolutely wrecking this guys shit would be worth the entertainment enough to let her free, a wall of bodies planted themselves firmly in her way.

“I think it’s time we head out, don’t you?” Jeff asked leaning back, trying to avoid Chrissy’s hands.

“Yeah,” Eddie huffed. Jesus this girl was strong. “Yeah, maybe!”

The four of them were able to manhandle Chrissy, who was still spitting and cursing, shooing her out of the front door. Eddie glanced back and saw Steve leaning down towards the guy with the sharpest smile he’d ever seen, muttering into his ear ‘He doesn’t even remember your name’ before turning and following the five of them out.

There was silence between the six of them outside, save for the sound of Chrissy’s heavy breathing, as they waited for the car to come around.

They all bundled themselves inside and once the door slammed shut Eddie exploded.

“Okay, what the hell?” 

The boys were looking at him with wary expressions, Chrissy was wide eyed and a little flushed and Steve just cocked an eyebrow, well used to Eddie’s tantrums after so long. But that wasn’t what this was.

“Him? Him? I slept with him? He’s not even cute, why the hell didn’t anyone stop me?!” He pointed at each of them in turn, not even bothering to skip out Steve, the fucker would only tease him about it later.

The car started moving and Eddie took a second to send a silent apology to the very nice chauffeur, Marlon, who really shouldn’t have to be dealing with their nonsense.

“Twinkie,” Chrissy huffed, ripping her white opera gloves off, “the amount of times I have tried to slap the dick out of your hand and get you to listen to me-”

Eddie squealed, high and outraged. But he couldn’t even stay mad because Steve was doubled over cackling like a witch on her broomstick and the boys were poking fun at him while literally poking him in the sides and all he could do was slump down in his seat and pout at them with crossed arms.

They did end up going through the McDonalds drive-thru after all.

So... y'all wanna see Eddie's Playgirl cover? 👀 (minors dni)

That magnificent artwork was done by the supremely talented @sporelium and I am in fucking awe of him, like holy shit. I saw it when it was originally posted and I have not been able to stop thinking about it. Thank you so much for letting me reference it here. 😘🖤

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Two Hearts In The City of Love

Chapter 15: Sick Day

(Oh you thought It was over. NOPE! My devious brain has thought of a few more ideas before this story is done for good.)

Everything was fine now. Better than fine. Mr Puzzles was finally reformed, the crew was back safely, and now Four and Three were a couple. Finally, everything could go back to normal.

Not exactly. That night, after Three and Four went back to the hotel after confessing, things weren't going as planned for Smg4. In fact...it was worse.

Four found himself, back in his form of insanity, fighting his friends while Mr Puzzles was laughing and watching. Mario was trapped in the TV, still banging on the glass. Three was there, trying his best to reason with him. Four wanted to listen to him so bad, but he just couldn't no matter how much he fought it. Smg4 threw Three to the ground and got ready to shut him up for good.

"No...please...don't let me do this."

When he opened, his eyes, he found himself holding Three's lifeless body. He had killed his boyfriend. He looked over to his friends for help, but they were horrified. Mr Puzzles had an evil smile spread across his screen. He then heard Mario shout "HOW COULD YOU SMG4!? YOU DESTROYED EVERYTHING! MARIO WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!" Four felt his breath escape as tears slipped down the corners of his eyes and the world felt like it was closing in. Mr Puzzles walked over to him and bent down. "You've made a grave mistake Smg4. No matter how hard you try, you will never be good enough."

Four's heart shattered when he heard those words. It was too much for him to bear as he was ready to give up. Nothing mattered now that Three was gone. Mr Puzzles leaned towards his ear and whispered "You don't deserve him. Wake up."

...

After many relentless weeks, the morning sun was there to greet them again. Three was the first to wake as he remembered all that had happened and what he gained from it. He smiled and looked down to his new lover. Smg3 was new to this whole dating thing, but he wanted to do everything he could to make his boyfriend happy. Gently, he shook his lover's shoulder and whispered "Wake up Four. It's morning." He didn't wake up. Four was still shaking with a frown upon his face. "Four? Are you okay?" He carefully rolled his love over to see he was sweating?

"Four!? Smg4 can you hear me!?" He tried shaking Four more vigorously this time, but it still wasn't working. Three began freaking out, panicking to himself. They just got together last night. How was he supposed to know what to do? "Oh god! Do I call somebody!? Will this go away!? Should I do a mouth to mouth!? What do I do what do I-"

*GASP*

Four's eyes shot open as he panted heavily. He tried to get his thoughts straight, but it didn't help that a massive headache was greeting him from his sleep. Three looked over and was so relieved. "Four! Holy crap you scared me! What happened!?" Four slowly looked over at him and wanted to say something, but that pounding seemingly was getting deeper by the minute. He rested his forehead on his hand and mumbled "Just had a nightmare..." Three's relief turned back into concern as he carefully lifted Four's head up and felt his forehead. "You feel warm...I think you might be sick."

Smg4 tried to brush it off, reassuring him "I'm fine. Just a little tired that's all." He tried getting up, but he felt dizzy as everything was spinning. His body felt cold and his nose felt stuffy. "Oh really? Then why do you look like your about to collapse idiot." Three unimpressively replied. He knew when Four was lying.

"I just need to walk it off."

"Four. Stop it."

He didn't listen to his boyfriend and kept trying to walk, using the bed as leverage.

"Quit it numbskull!"

Four stopped. Not because of Three's yelling, but because of his blurry vision. His arms began to wear out and his strength weighed down on him as he slipped.

"FOUR!"

Three rushed over and caught him before he fell to the floor. "Please stop Four. You're obviously sick and just making things harder for yourself." Four stuttered "B-But w-what about..." Three helped him get back into bed and held his hand softly. "You're in no condition to be up and walking around. Just stay in bed today."

"B-But-"

"No Buts. I don't want to see you hurting yourself."

Four let out a quiet whimper, but he didn't want to make Three mad so he reluctantly agreed. The bearded man then noticed Four shivering a bit so he pulled the covers over and tucked him in. Four gave a weak smile as Three kissed him on the forehead and said "Wait here and don't move. I'm going to grab a thermometer and some water from the bathroom." Four thought to himself "I'm so lucky that he cares so much about me. I guess I really don't deserve him." Here he was, hurting the man he loved purposefully when all Three wanted was for him to take care of himself.

His snapped out of it when Three returned with an old-fashioned thermometer that you stuck in your mouth and some water in one of those crappy paper cups that the hotel bathrooms offered. Four painfully sat up as Three gave him the cup. He slowly drank the water as it hurt to swallow (it felt like everything was hurting) and set the cup down as Three put the thermometer in his mouth. "Try and keep this under your tongue for a few minutes." Four said nothing and nodded.

A click came from the door behind them and Mario's head popped out. "Wahoo! Time for breaky! TV man is joining us!" Three rolled his eyes and muttered "Oh great...that guy." He then faced Mario and said "Leave us alone fatso! Can't you see we're busy?" Mario noticed Four's state and said "Ooooo why does Smg4 look like crap?"

"He's sick Mario! Now go away!"

"Awww Smg3 is taking care of his boyfriend! How cute!"

"It's not cute! Just go!"

Mario did his usual routine of running down the hall while giggling. The boys could hear in the distance how Mario was telling someone what he just witnessed. Three sighed and grumbled "Why does he always have to go blab our private business to people!?" He then heard the beep of the thermometer and took it out to see what it said. "104.5! That's almost fatal!" He placed a hand on his lover's cheek and softly spoke "Oh honey, what brought you to this sickness?" Four let out a small chuckle and said "Honey? You're making cute nicknames for me already~"

"What!? No I-I'm not you Baka!"

He turned his head in embarrassment as Four sneezed and coughed. You could even hear some wheezing. Three could tell he really needed some comfort, but his friends were probably already waiting for him, especially now that Mario told them about his cute side. He got up and started getting dressed while telling Four "I'm going down to breakfast. I just need to tell the others what's going on and then I'll be back to give you medicine and keep you company."

Four groaned as he slid his head down to the pillow, whining "Noooo please stay." Three sat down and took his boyfriend's hand, rubbing his finger across it. "I promise I'll be back as soon as I can." He kissed Four's cheek again and put on his hat. Four coughed a little and closed his eyes to get some rest while Three opened the door. He looked back one last time and said "Get better soon my love."

...

Three entered the restaurant, where he saw Mario waving him over at a large table. "Over here Smg3!" He walked over and saw Mario sitting next to the TV man himself. Three was still doubtful of Mr Puzzles and what he did. "Uh..hey..."  Mr Puzzles said, trying to clear the air around them. Three took a seat and looked over at Tari and Meggy who were happily chatting. "Hey Smg3! How's Four? Mario told us he's sick." Tari added on "Is he okay?"

"He's fine. Although, I'm really worried about him. His temperature was 104.5 and he collapsed when trying to walk." Mario confusingly said "That's good right?" Mr Puzzles shot him a glance and said "No you idiot! It means his body heat is reaching the deadly zone!" while taking a sip of his orange juice. "That's awful! No wonder he couldn't walk!" Tari said in a caring tone of concern. Boopkins asked "Well maybe we could do something to cheer him up after our trip."

"YEAH GREAT IDEA. LET'S GET OURSELVES SICK TOO! THAT MAN'S COVERED WITH DISEASES!"

Bob made a disgusted face when he narrowed his eyes onto Three and said "WAIT. DID HE GET YOU SICK TOO? STAY AWAY GERM RIDDEN FREAK!" Three face palms himself and says "No Bob! I'm not sick!" 

"YES YOU ARE. I BET HE KISSED SMG4 AND HIS DIRTY LIPS! I'M OUTTA HERE!" He tramples Boopkins and runs out of the booth. One of the waiters tried to stop him. "Sir, no run-" Bob pushed him down and said "GET OUT OF MY WAY!" Well that was a bit of overreaction to the others. Ignoring what happened there, Three asked "Soooo what's this about a trip?"

"Oh, well Luigi wanted to show us the Tuileries Garden today, but it seems Four isn't well enough to come." Meggy told him. Three shook his head and said "Yeah. Especially not after his nightmare." Mr Puzzles' head perked up when he heard Three mention the term "nightmare."

"What do you mean Three?" Meggy asked.

"When I went to wake him up, he was shaking and sweating. I just hope I didn't do anything that upset him."

Mr Puzzles looked displeased as he whispered "You didn't do anything. I did." Mario noticed how sad he looked and wondered if something was bugging him.

~After breakfast~

The others were getting ready to go as Luigi asked Three "Are you sure you want us to go? We could stay here and help you take care of Four?" He reassuringly told them "Nah. It's fine. I can handle it." Bob seemed like he was in a hurry to go as Boopkins approached with a question. "Could you help me with something Bob?"

"LIKE WHAT?"

"Like...a present for Smg4?"

"EWWW NO! I AM NOT RISKING CATCHING SOME GAY COOTIES JUST BECAUSE YOU WANT TO GET SOME DUMB GIFT!"

"Oh please Bob...Smg4 would love it! I'll do anything!"

Bob eyes lit up when he heard Boopkins say that last part. He tapped his chin in thought before holding out his blade to shake and said "FINE. BUT YOUR DELIVERING THE PRESENT!"

"Come on Mario!" Luigi said as the crew was ready to go, but him and Mr Puzzles kept their butts glued to their seats. "Actually...Mario wants to stay here with Mr TV man!" Meggy came up behind Luigi and asked "Really? Why don't you want to come Mr Puzzles?" He looked towards the elevator and said "I just need to."

"Well alright. Don't have too much fun without us!" Luigi laughed as Mario waved "Bye bye!" As soon as they were gone, Three turned to the fat Italian and TV headed guy. "Don't you two go anywhere near Smg4! And stay out of trouble!" Mario gave him a thumbs up while Mr Puzzles looked distracted. "Oi! Did you hear me metal head!?"

"Huh...what...oh right. Yes I promise not to go anywhere near him."

Three went back up to the room as Mario kicked his legs around and Mr Puzzles fidgeted with his bowtie. The Italian noticed the hurt expression on Mr Puzzles' face and said "Don't  worry TV man! Mario knows Smg3 is just acting that way because he's gay for Smg4!" He faced away and said "I know. I really just wanted to stay here so I could see Smg4 and apologize to him. That nightmare he had...I'm pretty sure that was because of me."

Mario looked at him with worry. "Well why don't you go see him right now if it bugs you so much?" Mr Puzzles shakes his head and says "But Smg3 would never let me get by. After all I've done to you guys, I don't want to get myself in more hot water than I already am." Mario frowned and tried to think of a solution. "Mario has an idea! Let's role-play!"

"Role-play?"

"Yeah! Mario can pretend to be Smg4 so you can practice your apology!"

"Mario that's...literally the stupidest idea I've ever heard."

...

Smg3 faintly knocked on the door and let himself in to see Smg4 looking on his phone. "Oi! Stop that!" He pulled the device out of Four's hands and scolded him. "Looking at a screen will only make your headache worse! Why do you always put your work above your well being!? Do you not remember what happened during IGBP!?" Four looked terrified from his outburst and started to well up when he mentioned the-

He began to shake as he croaked "I..I'm sorry." Three's anger vanished when he saw how scared he was making his lover. "No no! It's my fault honey! Please don't be scared!" Four crooked open his eyes as Three sat down on his bed and wiped his tears. "Calm down. I'm not mad at you. I'm just worried." Four settled down as he leaned in closer and let himself rest on Three's chest as he stroked his hair. "You were taking so long...I got lonely." Three blamed himself for that and said "I know. But I'm here now."

They were so caught up in the experience that Three almost forgot about Four's illness. Four wheezed and coughed again as Three pulled away and said "Here. Let me get you some medicine." Four laid back down as Three went back into the bathroom for some pills. He came back with two and another cup of water. "You know how to take these right?"

"Yes you moron."

"Just checking."

Despite his low, pained voice, Four could still retain his comebacks. He took the pills and drank down some water as Three climbed into bed and pulled him in close, letting Four's head rest on his shoulder. "What do you want to do now?"

"I don't know. There's not much I can do being sick."

"You were the one trying to walk when you felt like crap."

"Hey! Show some love for your sick boyfriend!"

Three chuckled and said "That's what I've been doing." He then got an idea as he got Four more comfortable and said "Tell you what. If you behave and get some rest, I'll give you a bubble bath when your temperature is better. Then you won't smell so stinky." Four gave him a mildly amused look and said "A bubble bath? What am I? 6 years old!?"

"You sure act like your 6 years old." The two laughed at his joke before Four coughed up a huge wad of gunk and spit it into the cup Three had gave him. "Ugh..." Three cuddled Four close and whispered "Shhhh. I'm here for you. No matter how much you cough and wheeze I'll always stay by your side." He hummed a simple tune as Four fell asleep and he rested his head onto Four's.

...

"Alright! Is TV man ready?"

"I feel stupid Mario."

"Why?"

"Well maybe it's due to the fact that I am holding a bouquet and an apology card in my hands!"

Mr Puzzles wasn't lying. Mario had filled the bouquet with roses, daises, tulips, and any other flower he could get his hands on. He had also scribbly drawn a poorly made card for Mr Puzzles to hand deliver to Smg4. "Just pretend Mario is Smg4 and you're giving him the gifts!"

Mr Puzzles sighed and mumbled "I'm sorry Smg4..."

"What? Mario can't hear you!"

He said a little louder this time "I'm sorry Smg4!"

"Mario still can't hear you!"

"I SAID I'M SORRY SMG4!"

His scream was so loud that Mario fell over on his back and clapped while he was still lying on the floor. "There you go! Just scream like that!" Mr Puzzles facepalmed his screen and threw down the flowers and card. "This isn't going to work! I'll never win them over like this!" Mario sat up and said "Of course it works! Mario will make sure of it!"

"Just because you want to be my friend doesn't mean everyone else does!"

Mario stood in silence as Mr Puzzles collapsed into his seat and said "Great. Now I'm acting like the bad guy again." The red Italian slowly went and sat back down next to the struggling TV man. They said nothing for a few seconds until Mario asked "What would Mr Puzzles like to do?" He eyed Mario curiously and looked bashful. "U-Um...I guess just tell him the truth."

Mario went back to his enthusiastic manner as he piped up "Then let's start over! Mario will be Smg4 and Mr Puzzles just says what he wants!" The TV man seemed more interested in this idea than the last. "And...you won't say anything about it being corny or stupid."

"Can Mario call you a softie?"

Mr Puzzles blushed a little when Mario said that, but he took a deep breath, stood up straight, and looked Mario directly in the eye. "Uh...hi Smg4. How are you feeling?"

"Goody! Keep going!"

"I heard about your illness and I wanted to check on you."

He looked at Mario's big dumb smile and let any nervousness melt away as he said "Look. I know we didn't start off on the right foot, but I just wanted to tell you that I don't want to hurt you. I know that nightmare was because of me and I was just so obsessed with getting my five stars that I wasn't thinking straight. I know Smg3 doesn't trust me and you don't have to either, but I was just hoping you might give me a chance..?"

After his speech, Mr Puzzles looked down to see Mario in awe. He had never heard Mr Puzzles speak with such sincerity in his voice. Mario then applauded and said "Brava! Mario is very impressed! TV man is sure to win Smg4 over with that!" Mr Puzzles gave him a small smile that turned into a look of confidence. "Thanks Mario. Y'know what? I'm going to go up there right now and tell him the same thing!"

"YIPPEE!" Mario shot up from his seat, but then looked down at the flowers. "Don't forget Mario's bouquet!" Mr Puzzles looked at it and pushed them towards the goofy idiot. "Nah. I don't want them. You can keep them if you want." He started walking towards the elevator as Mario put down the flowers and ran up after him. "Wait! How about some spaghetti! Food always cheers Mario up!" Mr Puzzles stopped and looked over to the restaurant in the lobby.

"Mario you're a genius!"

"He is?"

...

After a short nap, Four woke up. He was feeling a little better than earlier, but that headache still hadn't left. He smiled when he saw Three was resting on him as he was doing the same. Smg3 soon woke up and saw Four on his chest. "Do you feel better Four?"

"A little..."

Three felt his forehead and said "You do seem less warm than this morning." Three then remembered his idea from earlier and smugly said "You ready for that bath?" Four shrugged and said "I guess so." Three gave him a quick peck on his cheek and got up. "I'll go get the water started." Four sighed lovingly. "Three is so sweet to do this for me...what have I done to earn this?" His panic then started to settle in as his thoughts turned against him and the memories from the nightmare came flooding back.

What have I done to earn this?

You've done nothing. Three should have gotten someone better than you.

No! I love him and he loves me!

He says that, but how could someone he's hated for years really be his soulmate?

B-But...we've changed.

He has..but you. You've been nothing except a terrible friend to him. You joined forces with Mr Puzzles and KILLED HIM!

No...I didn't mean to...I swear...

Now look at you. Weak and pathetic while he cleans up your messes. He's got better things to do. He could be hanging out with his friends right now, but you're just dragging him down.

No....it isn't true.

Four's coughing and wheezing got worse as he just wanted this to stop. If only he could have gone back to when things were normal. He then felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to met with a distraught boyfriend. "Four! Are you okay!? Are you getting worse?" Four panted as he whimpered "The nightmare...it's all.." Three pulled him into a soft hug as Four squeezed him tight. He just really wanted someone to hold him right now. "It's not real Four. You're going to be okay. I love you with all my heart." Four felt so relieved to hear that. He wasn't actually weighing Three down. They were meant for each other.

"Thank you so much my tsundere~"

Three chuckled at that nickname since it was one Four had used for him for a few years now. "Well, before you were going through that midlife crisis, I came to tell you the bath is ready. Do you need me to help you walk?" As they let go, Four nodded as he could still feel that ache in his head. Three came over to the side of the bed Four was on and offered his hand out to help him up. Four took it and tried standing up, but that dizzy feeling made his legs give out and Three rushed to catch him. Four fell into his chest as the two looked at each other with massive amounts of blush on their cheeks.

Four finally managed to croak out "S-Sorry...this headache is just unbearable." Three got him to stand up and said "Yeah. That's called nausea. Don't worry, the warm water can help with that." Three kept him propped up while Four lingered over to the bathroom like a baby taking its first steps.

When they made it to the door, Four told him "Can you wait outside for a moment while I...y'know." Three instantly knew what he was talking about and said "O-Oh yeah! Just tell me when you're ready." He spun around and leaned against the wall as Four closed the door and got undressed. He looked over to the tub as it was filled with lots of lovely bubbles. "Awww how nice of him." Four climbed into the tub and covered himself with the soap bubbles so Three couldn't see his exposed chest.

"Okay I'm ready!" Three cautiously opened the door as his heart almost melted from the cute sight of his boyfriend in the tub. He came over and bragged "I've washed Eggdog a million times so just sit back and let me work my magic!" He grabbed the shower head and Four rolled his eyes playfully. "Mmhm. Whatever you say." He was instantly sprayed by a wave of warm water that made his now soaked hair blind him. Water got in his mouth as he coughed and moved his wet bangs out of his eyes. "Don't do that!" Three laughed and said "Sorry. I'll give you a warning next time."

He took a bottle of shampoo and poured it in Four's hair, rubbing it as it felt nice to touch his smooth, soft hair. Four felt like it was more of a massage as his headache felt so much better. "This feels so nice."

"Told you."

After a few minutes of that, Three told Four "Close your eyes so the soap doesn't burn them." He did as he was instructed and felt the water run down, washing away all the gunk he previously felt. Once that was done, Three let him sit for a while longer to help with his chills. Four was getting bored so he asked Three "How's Eggdog doing?"

"Oh he's fine. Karen sent me a picture of him looking happy. Why do you ask?"

Four looked down to the bath water and got a funny idea. He splashed water in Three's face and said "No reason." Three gave him a competitive look and said "Oh it's on!" He splashed water back in Four's face as he laughed and did another splash back. This continued on for some time as the lovers were innocently playing with each other.

"Stop it!"

"No you stop it!"

"You started it!"

"And I'm going to finish it!"

Four used both his hands to splash a huge wave of water on Three as he was completely soaked now, his hat flopping over his face. Four laughed hysterically and said "Oh man, I wish I had recorded that!" Three looked madly annoyed, but was surprisingly cool about it. "I'm gonna get you back for that." Four smiled as Three leaned forward and said "It's nice to see you acting like yourself again."

They noticed the bathroom floor was covered in water as Three said "We better end here before the whole bathroom gets flooded." He squeezed water out of his cap and said "I'll bring you back some fresh pajamas once I change."

He shut the door as Four got out and wrapped himself in a towel. He wasn't feeling that nauseated anymore. Three was right. Warm water really did help. He then heard the door click as Three handed him his pjs. He turned around again as Four changed and noticed a brush on the counter. He thought of something that would get him even more time with his boyfriend's silky hair. When Four was done, Three said "Let me brush your hair honey~"

Four didn't mind and sat down on the edge of the bed as Three knelt down behind him and softly brushed his beautiful black hair. "How do you make all this feel so good? What's your secret Three?" He winked and said "I'll never tell." It was probably the fact that he did this stuff with Eggdog multiple times, but with Four, it just felt so much more personal. He was glad to spend this time taking care of his sick lover.

He tucked his boyfriend in with a kiss and said "Anything else you need?" Four said "I am hungry. I haven't eaten anything all day." Three was a little unsure if he could find some hotel food for a sick person. "Alright. I'll go down to try and find-"

They then heard a knock on the door. Four was confused, but Three scowled as he knew exactly who showed up. "One second love." He got up and opened the door to be met with the face of a big nosed Italian and a man with a TV head.

"Hiya Smg3! Mario and Mr Puzzles wanted to-"

Before they could say another word, Three came out into the hallway and shut the door. "What the hell are you two doing here!? Didn't I tell you not to come anywhere near Smg4!?" Mario gestured to Mr Puzzles as he said "We know. We just wanted to bring you this soup for him!" Three narrowed his eyes as Mr Puzzles plastered on a nervous smile. "Why are you really here..?"

"To talk to Smg4?"

Three pushed the bowl away and said "Nice try! You probably poisoned this!" Mr Puzzles started to stutter as he said "No! I w-was j-just...help Mario." The Italian stood between them and said "Mr Puzzles just wanted to check on Smg4! That's all."

"NO! You're going to scare him and I still don't trust you! Just leave and find something else to do!" Mario looked like he was about to give up when Mr Puzzles stuck a hand out and said "Wait!" Three stopped before he made it back inside.

"At least...give him this soup! And let him know that I'm really sorry about what I did."

Three silently took the bowl and mumbled "Fine..." He closed the door and said not a word more, leaving Mario and Mr Puzzles in the hallway by themselves. "Well that didn't go exactly as I hoped." Mario shrugged and said "It's okay Mr TV guy! There's always next time! Smg3 might even be warming up to you!"

Mr Puzzles felt a little better as Mario begged "Now can we please get some spaghetti! Mario hasn't had anything to eat in 30 minutes!" Mr Puzzles groaned and said "Sure you moron..." The two walked down the hall as Mario held out his fist for Mr Puzzles. He got the message and the two did a fist bump for a job well done.

...

Four noticed Three coming back with a nice warm bowl of soup. "That looks good! Where'd you get it?" He grimaced and said "M-Mr...Mr Puzzles brought it." Four looked surprised. "Oh...what did he say?" Three stared down at the bowl and said "He said he's sorry and he hopes you get better." Four didn't look scared. He wasn't sure exactly what to say, but awkwardly replied "Well...tell him thank you."

He looked at the soup in his boyfriend's hands and asked "Three?" The bearded man looked up at him as Four spoke with a mild blush. "Can you feed me?" Three looked at him dumbfounded while asking "Can't you just eat it yourself?"

"Yes, but it would make me feel better if you did it."

"Don't you think I've already done enough for your sick butt."

Four clasped his hands together and pleaded with puppy dog eyes "Pleassseeeeee~" He sighed and said "Fine. Just stop making that stupid face." Four cheered as Three took a spoon that Mr Puzzles gave with the soup and swirled it around. He fed it to Four as his eyes went wide from the flavor. "Noodle soup with hint of lemon! How did he know that's my favorite?" Three said "Because Mario helped him?"

"Right." Four let out a sheepish grin as Three kept feeding him. After a while, Three wanted to play around for a bit and came up with this cute idea. He took the spoon and flew it around while saying "Here comes the airplane!" Four pushed it away all moody while saying "Three stop!"

"Well stop acting like a whiny baby!" Three turned up the cuteness by making airplane noises, which Four couldn't resist. He giggled and gladly ate it as Three continued this charade a few more times. After Four ate the last spoonful of soup, he felt full and satisfied, yawning and rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Tired my love~"

Four nodded, as he laid down and Three covered him up in the sheets. "Mmmm...thank you Three." He smiled and said "No problem Four." He gave him a passionate kiss on his forehead and sat down next to his lover. Three watched how adorably Four yawned and dozed off, snuggling onto his pillow. Now that Four was getting some much deserved rest, Three grabbed his notebook from the drawer and wrote down something.

"Four had an awful nightmare and got badly sick today. I was really worried about him and wondered if this was somehow my fault. Good thing I was the best boyfriend and took care of him the whole day. I really love him so much and will do anything to keep him safe."

Below the note, he doodled a picture of him feeding Four the soup in bed with little hearts over them. He felt proud of himself and Four for making it this far and soon fell asleep as well.

~A few hours later~

Three woke up to see all his friends surrounding him, including Mario and Mr Puzzles. "What are you all doing here?" Meggy told him "Bob and Boopkins wanted to get Smg4 a get well soon gift." He looked over to see the small fish holding a present that was wrapped up with colorful ribbon. "That's nice and all, but Smg4 needs his rest. Just leave it here and I'll give it to him later." Boopkins was disappointed he wouldn't get to see Four's reaction, but did as he was told and set the present down. "Let me know if he likes it." Luigi informed him "Mario and Mr Puzzles filled us in on what happened while we were gone."

Mr Puzzles sheepishly rubbed his knuckles and asked "Did Smg4 like the soup?" Three looked at him with stern eyebrows and said "Yes. Mario told you that was his favorite didn't he." Mario adverted eye contact with his hands behind his back and he was rocking back and forth. "Maybeee?"

Tari said "Well we'll leave you two to sleep. Come on everyone, let's go to dinner." As they waved goodbye and walked down the hall, Bob side eyed Boopkins and said "DON'T FORGET YOU OWE ME." Boopkins happily nodded and said "Thanks for helping me find a gift!"

"PFFF MY FAVOR IS GONNA BE WAY COOLER."

Three got back into his comfy position and was about to go back to sleep when Smg4 woke up. "Oh sorry Four. Did I wake you?" Four stretched his arms and said "No you're fine. I feel well rested." Three smiled and held Four's cheeks. "You look much better now." Four agreed when he noticed the present on the side table. "Hey, what's that?"

"Oh, our friends got you a get well present. Do you want to open it?" Four's eyes sparkled as he said "I would love to, but shouldn't we wait for the others." Three replied "They won't mind. Go on and open it idiot." He handed the shiny box to Four as he opened it with anticipation. Inside was a teddy bear that had the same color scheme as Four did. White fur with blue ears, nose, and belly. His eyes welled up as he hugged the bear tightly and squealed. Three was confused as he looked at the tag as it said "From: Boopkins AND BOB."

"Weird. Why would Bob get such a nice present?"

He then noticed a note on the back that said "P.S. WE KNOW YOU TWO WERE PLAYING SMOOCHY SMOOCHY WITH EACH OTHER ;)" Three sighed and muttered "Of course."

He looked back at Four cuddling with the teddy bear and asked "Room for one more?" Four happily nodded as he patted the spot next to him and Three climbed in under the sheets, holding his love tight. Four was back to his adorable self. "You're cured now honey! I've missed you my stupid idiot." Four smiled and kissed Three's cheek and drifted peacefully to sleep.

"I do deserve him. And he deserves me."

Chapter 16: Trust Issues

[bellewintersroe]

Ron Speirs x OC.

Part 7! Here’s the link for the last part.

This chapter contains smut and mentions of nightmares/ ptsd.

Ron and Jenny have increasingly spent more nights together, delving in the comfort of each others arms. When Ron has a nightmare, fuelled with the trauma’s from war, he admits to finding comfort in staying with her. Smut ensues as the fondness grows between the pair.

GUYS THIS IS FUCKING FILTHY I REALLY SHOULDNT UPLOAD THIS I AM ASHAMED OF MYSELF ITS BEEN A REALLY LING TUME OK-

As Ron stirred from besides me, I’d let out a content sigh, smiling up to the roof of the decorated ceiling above. A room fit for a king huh? More like fit for a queen like me. I’d been awoken by Ron’s tossing and turning- I didn’t mind. Waking up during the early hours of the morning no longer bothered me so much now I was sharing a bed with him.

For the past four weeks we’d hardly slept alone. Whether that was him turning up outside my room or me sneaking into his, it had become a regular occurrence.

When he’d stilled, I’d settled back down into the comfort of the pillow, closing my eyes once again. A hum escaped Ron’s throat from next to me which caused me to turn back over, scanning over his expression. His eyes were still shut, indicating he was deep in slumber, but the frown tugging down on his face made him look troubled. Ron let out a soft pant again, almost sounding breathless as he shifted his hands. As he moved some more he began muttering words I couldn’t understand, breathing heavily as the pained expression on his face grew. Was he having a nightmare? He didn’t look to be enjoying himself, that’s for sure. “Ron.” I whispered after he let out another mumble. I ran my touch over the warmth of his shoulder, feeling his clammy his skin was. “Ron.” I muttered again, shaking him as he muttered again, this time letting out the smallest kind of whimper. It broke my heart, even the toughest of men could suffer such horrific night terrors after war. He shot straight up, sitting up and panting wildly whilst staring wide eyed ahead of him like somebody had a gun raised to his head. “Ron.” I whispered again, snapping him out of it as he stared back to me with the same frightened eyes. I I instantly felt my heart shatter when he turned back, kicking his legs off the side of the bed and rested his head in his hands.

“Are you ok?” I whispered, coming to kneel behind the worried man. My hand soothed over his back, glancing to see his face but his head was hung too low to see. “M’ fine.” His voice sounded rough as he shook my question off. He wasn’t fine, I could tell. I was at a loss of what to do as he sat there taking deep breaths on the edge of the bed.

“W- I can leave you alone if you need-“

“No.” A hand reached back to me, his voice breathless as he turned around, sinking back down into the bed and bringing me with him. “No, no, don’t.” His voice didn’t reach above a whisper, soft yet roughened by the huskiness of sleep lacing him. “Okay.” I muttered out, running my hand over his cheek as he swallowed. “Don’t leave.” He nudged his face closer to mine.

“I won’t.”

“No, don’t leave me.” Stunned by his saddened words, I didn’t have time to reply when he was pressing his lips up against mine. “I won’t, Ron.” I managed to add on against the kiss, his hands were running all over my bare back, gripping me close as I soothed down the back of his head.

When his lips fell into my neck, kissing and sucking, I was left a little confused. “Are you okay?”

“I need you.” He didn’t answer my question. “I need you more than anything.” His voice was gruff as he kissed me, harder this time. I couldn’t resist, if he needed me, he could have me, if that’s what helped him feel better then I would oblige fully. “You can have me.” I hushed as he was already burying his head into my collarbone, kissing and sucking deep marks into my skin. My breathing became heavier and I was stunned to feel his fingers dig under my underwear so quickly. I was still wet from the antics from the night before, so his fingers slid over my pussy with ease. “Kiss me.” He instructed as I opened my eyes again, looking back to his darkened eyes. “Are you sure you want to?” I pecked his lips. “Yes.” Ron nodded, pressing a lingering kiss to my lips before licking over them seductively. Oh, what was he doing to me?

The kiss became deeper, our tongues moving against one another’s as his fingers pushed deep inside of me, making me moan out at the sensation. My legs spread wider and I moved my hand down to pull his already hard cock out of his pants. It was my turn to make him feel good, he needed it- he could use it as a distraction. Ron snatched mg hand back up to his mouth, licking over my hands and sucking on my fingers, dampening them before we both moved it back down to his erection. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, that alongside the obvious groans he wasn’t holding back, I couldn’t help but moan as his pace picked up. I felt his fingers twitching at an overwhelming fast rate inside of me, pumping them in and out as my wetness was evident from the noise filling the room. My hand began twisting around the end of his cock, pleasuring him as he ground his hips up into my hand. The only time I stopped was when the pleasure he was giving me was too much. “Give me one.” Ron growled, speaking into my ear as he pressed a sharp kiss to below my ear. I moaned in response knowing he wanted me to cum, little did we expect that his actions would cause me to squirt my juices over his hand and arm, wetting the bed as he groaned in sync with me. “Good. Good girl.” He seethed as my movements over his throbbing member continued. “That’s my good girl.” With a grip to my chin, he forced his two fingers that were inside of me, into my lips as I sucked seductively, using both hands to jerk him off now. Ron let out a broken groan, gasps leaving his mouth as my left hand cupped his balls, massaging them tenderly as his head dropped back. “Fuck- oh my god.” Hearing him out loud was one of my biggest turn ons, and despite the pleasure I’d just received my pussy was throbbing for more. His head was dropped back against the pillow, he laid on his back now, becoming somewhat submissive as I crawled over, replacing one of my hands with my mouth as I licked and sucked over his penis. He was leaking with precum, I sucked it all up, slurping and pushing my head down as I gagged over his length. Fuck it felt good, the way his hands were gripped harshly in my hair and spit was dripping down his cock. I hadn’t even questions how things had got so quickly to this point. “Make me nice and wet for you, that’s it.” Ron watched in awe, letting out a deeply vocal groan which caused my free hand to press in between my legs.

“Gonna feel so good when I fuck you.” “You like choking on my cock like that?” “You use your mouth so good on me…”

I’d come to figure when Ron was angry or sad or anything, sex was his outlet- and oh my god he was good at it. His hips bucked into my mouth wildly, snatching back my hair to take a look at the precum and spit that dripped from my mouth.

“Can you fuck me?” I borderline whinged as he watched me with widened eyes, yanking me up on top of him, holding his cock out for me to sink down on. I was a little sore from the sex last night, but he filled me up so well. Ron soothed his hand over my cheeks, lips parted ever so gently, the moment of softness replaced by his hips harshly thrusting up into me. I’d never rode him before, so the new angle felt insanely good. I felt like putting on a performance for him, thrusting my hips and circling over him as he groaned out in a manly manner. His hands gripped my ass, slapping them whenever I bounced on his stiff member. Ron tugged me down close to him, as I bounced my hips up and down, feeling his slap to my ass once again as I moaned out loud. “You’re so good at this aren’t you?” He hissed quietly, our faces were inches apart, but one hand in my hair held me back from kissing him. He was tormenting me, teasing me, milking every inch of pleasure out of me as he could. When I didn’t reply he tugged again causing a pained cry to escape my lips. “Yeah, fuck Ron.” I groaned, a panting sweating mess as he rewarded me by fucking into me some more. He thrusted once, testing the waters, before doing it again and again with the strongest thrust I’d ever felt. I thought I’d stop breathing it was that rough, fuck, he was good. I was meeting his thrusts half way, burying his cock deep inside of me as his fingers slipped over my ass and into unexplored territory. I let out a gasp, watching him gaze at me with inquisitive eyes. His finger grazed over my asshole, again, testing the waters as I fell into the trap of pleasure and stopped my movement.

“Don’t stop.” Ron reminded, voice more gentle now as I continued grinding over him desperately. His fingers were rubbing over my tight hole, before pushing one into me, using my wetness as lubrication. “Oh fuck!” The sensation was too good, Ron was a dirty fucker and I loved it. My hand snatched over his neck, scratching down his chest as he used his spare hand to move my hips, moving his finger in and out of me as both my holes were filled with him.

“You’re taking me so well aren’t you, oh fuck, that’s it baby.” Baby- oh god he had me moaning louder than ever before, my voice nearing a scream when he started fucking into me again. “Make yourself cum Jen, use your hands. Touch yourself for me.” His voice hitched with a groan when I began rubbing my fingers over my clit.

“I- I’m gonna cum.” I sobbed out as he pressed himself deeper in me. By the time I had reached my high I was wheezing, chest heaving and falling. Just as his cock threw me over the edge he’d pulled me closer into him, holding a hand firmly against my back whilst kissing me deeply. I was yelling against his mouth, shouting and crying out in ecstasy before I slumped back into the kiss, exhausted. “Oh god, Ron.” I gasped, feeling his finger slip out of me as he soothed down my back gently, holding me close. “Good girl.” He breathed as I came down, laid over his chest. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you?” He checked. “No.” I responded quickly as he kissed my cheeks, thrusting ever so slowly into me to remind me he was still inside of me. I could see he was holding back his pleasure, waiting until I’d fully come down and was okay to carry on again as he rolled my onto my back, keeping his thrusts to a minimal as we made out. It felt romantic, somehow the dirtiness of it all earlier relaxed into something more tender, something sweet. Ron stroked over the side of my cheek as his tongue danced against mine. Admiring the handsome man, I pressed kisses to his neck and jawline, sucking and kissing, careful to leave marks that were only reserved for the eyes of me. The noises he made above me were vulnerable and nothing short of pure ecstasy as he picked up the speed. I was beginning to feel the sore ache of down below and knew I needed Ron to finish fairly quickly. From my gentle whine and whimpers I think Ron could tell I was becoming tired. It was easily 3AM and despise all the excitement of the sex, my orgasm had tired me out. “I’ll stop.”

“No.” I insisted, pressing him closer into me by his ass. “You’re tired.”

“I’m not the one doing the work.” I smiled, my eyes heavy as he kissed me tenderly. “I’ll be gentle, ok?” He soothed as I hummed, nodding with a gentle smile as he gave me small thrusts, pulling me close as he continued a slow rhythm. It didn’t take long for him to build up to the point of finish. I could feel him sweating as he kept a focused face, jaw dropped and eyes locked with mine. “Cum for me Ron.” I whispered. “I need it.” My hand smoothed over his face, when I was about to let go he barely let out a ‘no’ before pressing my hand further to his face. His breathing increased against my lips, barely being able to keep the pucker of his own as he groaned into the kiss. “Fuck, shit, I-“ “Yeah.” I moaned as he grunted out, kissing me harshly. “I love you, fuck.”

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[okthatsgreat]

If the character asks are still going- Ryoma please? :3

@jolliestlolli DOUBLE THE RYOMA HEADCANONS !!!!!!

headcanon a (realistic):

hands are literally always in his pockets. he is constantly wearing leather jackets or hoodies, lots of long sleeves and LOTS of pockets. genuinely kind of unsure what to do with his hands if he's wearing something without them. i like to imagine ryoma hardly ever uses his hands to talk, and he's a very stoic storyteller. maybe the occasional "drag" of his "cigarette" but never many gestures!

such a dry texter. it is soooo hard to keep up a phone conversation with him and he's honestly not even trying to get you to stop talking to him he just texts how he speaks and uses zero punctuation LMAO

headcanon b (may not be realistic but it is hilarious):

you cant jumpscare this guy LMFAO. his classmates try to prank him by scaring him once he turns the corner but he just continues to walk past them like nothing happened. genuinely awful sense of urgency because he just doesn't scare that easily. like he's able to look up at something obviously dangerous and go "oh i should probably start running now" but he doesnt have that same adrenaline that the others have yknow??

postgame is most certainly a huge uphill battle for him in terms of finding hobbies, but i like to think he is definitely still active! he tries getting into some kind of routine which means a lot of morning jogs in areas that aren't super populated lol. when he musters up the energy i reckon he goes marathon running! i also don't think he listens to music lol. i think he just straight up runs

headcanon c (heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends):

i think deep down ryoma is a very scared kid and he definitely knows that about himself. even if he wanted to start having hope again, he is too terrified of having that hope crushed all over again. this is a kid that literally CAN NOT withstand another heartbreak of that magnitude again, and the only way to preserve that is to avoid being happy. i also just think he was an extremely paranoid person during his time running from the mafia, meaning a lot of his old habits have seriously stuck with him. he sleeps with a knife under his pillow, makes sure there's something next to his door and window that will make noise in case somebody enters during the night, etc.

postgame ryoma is extremely dehydrated like that guy does not drink water. can not get over the feeling of water in his lungs and always looks like he's taking a shot of the worlds hardest liquor whenever he does take a drink of something. he has GOD awful headaches because of this

headcanon d (unrealistic, but i will disregard canon about it):

not a technology guy but extremely good at candy crush for some reason. the only time anybody ever sees him on his phone is when he is playing that game it's kind of ridiculous

his resume is INSANE he's pulled SO many odd jobs out of his ass while he was on the run trying to make money. one of his classmates is like "hey does anybody know if i should get this tooth checked out" and ryomas like "let me check i was a dentals assistant for two weeks" and the classmates like "?????HUH??????". he isn't one to share about his past in great detail AT ALL but sometimes he just randomly drops a piece of lore about him out of the blue that makes you rethink everything

headcanon ask game!!!

[blackbeauty15]

📺 TV 📺

Neteyam x poc!reader

summary ; when the two people you love the most die and you cant do anything to save them

warning; angst, hurt , I might have cried a little

You didn’t think the war was coming this fast , but it did and there’s no turning back. You were scared the most for your family, mostly Neteyam and your father.

I don't wanna talk right now

I just wanna watch TV

They were everything to you, the wings that made you fly to the highest mountain, the creativity in your brain when you created tops for the village . You just couldn’t lose them, you wouldn’t know what to do.

I'll stay in the pool and drown

So I don't have to watch you leave

Your father has been a single parent the moment you were born into his planet. Your mother died from natural childbirth out cold before she could even see your lively Eyes. But being an only father did not discourage him, it only made him work smarter and work harder. Jake and your mother had been best friends before Pandora talking about each other's kids going on playdates together but that never happened and it killed him inside. Neytiri loved your mother, her spunk, her fire and excitement. And she saw it in you, they helped raise you with your father the best they could with other responsibilities on them. But while they tried your dad was the only one who understood you the most.

I put on Survivor just to watch somebody suffer

Maybe I should get some sleep

“Calm down child“ your father says following your short figure threw the woods chuckling you Turn your body happily towards your father “ I cannot father, I can finally fly on my own.” you said gleaming “ I’m a big girl now.” You say gleaming. Your father caught your shoulders and kneeled down you “ ah yes a big girl. But even if you are a big girl you will still be my small flower.” He says kissing your nose. You wrap your arms around his neck hiding your face in his neck. “ I love you father” you say sighing happily ‘ I love you to my little flower’

Sinking in the sofa while they all betray each other

What's the point of anything?

You and Neteyam were inseparable since the day you later laid eyes on eachother. It was like you both knew you would be promised to each other before Eywa. The older you got the more your friendship changed into romantic feelings. Both so Stubborn with the feeling carrying in your heart ,Lo’ak was actually the one who got you together. He was tired of seeing you guys swoon over each other but he loved you together.

All of my friends are missing again

That's what happens when you fall in love

“ I cannot hide what I feel for you anymore. You make my days brighter than the stars in the sky.” Neteyam says taking your hand and putting it on his beating heart. “ my heart only beats for you, my love” the love in his eyes sent you flying “ oh Neteyam” your eyes water not knowing what to say. “ Oh my Fucking god just kiss already.”You hear Lo’ak in the background say. Making Neteyam roll his eyes and you laugh a bit. He placed his hand on your cheek connecting his sweet lips to yours and that’s when you became official.

You don't have the time, you leave them all behind

You tell yourself it's fine, you're just in love

Those two men were the only ones who understood you.

Don't know where you are right now

Did you see me on TV?

That's why you never thought this would happen. The bullet went straight through your father, through his heart, protecting you. You could stop the tears flowing down your face. “ Father! Please! Father. I-“ you cried out loud but they could not be heard due to the guns that shot your father going off. You dragged his body to the sullys it never occurred to you the reason why they were sitting in a circle until you got there. “Ma’Neteyam. No please Eywa no.” Laying your father down to Neteyam Jake and Neytiri's eyes became wide, two deaths in one day. “ please.” You cry out holding your fathers cold clammy hand crying into your lost lovers chest.

I'll try not to starve myself

Just because you're mad at me

they were the only ones who understood you and now there gone.

And I'll be in denial for at least a little while

What about the plans we made?

tell me what you think

@uwunuggetchan

[neversetyoufree]

While I absolutely don't condone Vanitas's early treatment of Jeanne (especially not that first kiss), I do think the power dynamic of their early relationship fits in a really interesting way with Jeanne's arc as a whole. Jeanne is a woman slowly rediscovering how to want things, and Vanitas's pressuring and manipulation forces her very earliest instances of acting on that want.

In particular, I'm talking about the blood drinking scenes at the bal masqué and in the alley in chapter 12. Vanitas doesn't force himself on Jeanne in either case, but you could make a good argument that he gets uncomfortably close. He can tell that Jeanne isn't in good control of herself at the Bal Masqué, and he spends a lot of effort wearing her down and convincing her that she should bite him.

Spending a long time wearing somebody down as you convince them to do a sexual act with you is. not great. Absolutely not a thing that you should do in real life.

And later, in the alley, Vanitas straight up blackmails Jeanne into continuing their blood drinking relationship. If she doesn't bite him and only him, he tells Luca about how/why Jeanne Marked him, which she refuses to let happen.

However, though the first non-consensual kiss is pretty clearly framed as Vanitas doing something Bad, these two blood drinking scenes aren't. So what gives? Well, I once saw a review say that first awful kiss was like something out of a bodice ripper, and the comparison has been haunting me ever since.

Dubious or nonexistent consent is a pretty old and common trope in romances, especially bodice ripper type ones, and there are a couple common explanations that float around as to why women would enjoy reading something like that. One of those explanations is the idea that non/dubcon is a good fantasy for people who feel like they aren't allowed to have agency over their own sexual desires. Women are made to feel like they shouldn't want sex, and so even if they wouldn't want a "no" to be ignored in real life, it's kind of an exciting fantasy. The heroines in books can play chaste as they're meant to, pretending they don't want the things they aren't supposed to want, and the man will give them what they secretly desire anyway.

That isn't a universally applicable explanation for why people like dub/noncon, not by a long shot, but I do think it's an interesting idea. And given that Jeanne's story is so very much about agency and learning to want things, it feels relevant to early VaniJeanne. The actual kiss, the part that that review compared to a bodice ripper, is just straight-up assault. I don't think there was any secret desire involved there on Jeanne's end. But what about the scenes at the bal masqué and in the alley?

It's made pretty clear that, for reasons of both chemistry and whatever secret thing is wrong with her, Jeanne wants Vanitas's blood. She doesn't want to want Vanitas's blood, and she doesn't want to act on the desire, but she desires it anyway. And Vanitas, through dubcon-level coercion and threats of blackmail, cajoles her into acting on that desire.

It's a classic romance novel setup of the heroine saying "no, I shouldn't" while secretly filled with want, only for the love interest to force her to "give in to her desires." She wants to drink his blood, and Vanitas gives her no choice but to do so.

Jeanne, in becoming a Bourreau, was meant to shed everything that made her a person. She was a tool. She was not meant to want anything. And that makes her the perfect character to act out that romance novel trope on. She's the ultimate example of a woman that isn't supposed to want what she wants, because it's not just sex that she isn't supposed to want. It's everything.

But, by casting Vanitas in the mold of a bodice ripper-style love interest, Jeanne is given an out. Gévaudan is her breakthrough—the moment when she goes directly against her orders to do something for the sake of her own heart. Before that point, when she still struggles to admit to wanting things, the only possible way she can act on a desire (including a sexual or blood desire) is to be cajoled and coerced.

And at the bal masqué, her biting Vanitas is the first time we see her carry out an act not in service of Luca.

[lunelised]

Some people make you suffocate.

And to live in a moment,

at least for once,

without their presence in your mind,

It’s truly liberating.

The opium night blurs my reason,

His face looks different during the daylight.

This twilight feels so refreshing,

All the toxic memories of his cold fingertips vapour.

The air without him makes me sober.

Poison on his pale lips,

I get addicted to the wrong things so easily.

His words a drug that takes me so high

And the pain from falling feels so good.

His taste in blood is me,

I have found the type of venom

I want to murder my solitude with.

Taste of iron in my mouth as I kiss him.

I let him loose,

His truth is vain,

His smile malicious.

Tighten the noose around my temptation.

I tried to touch his soul,

But he cuts through first,

straight to the core of my heart.

A merciless bullet,

Purple smoke,

A muted shot.

The danger arouses him,

We watch each other’s self-destruction,

And call it affection.

Would I have stayed,

if it wasn’t for Dandelion?

I remember holding him tightly,

chest to chest,

I felt his crazy heartbeat

His fragile heart beating hard

against my ribcage.

Where did he loose his heart?

Could I have found it

and give it back?

Our standpoints collide,

we loose touch with the ground,

Clothes off, stripped persona,

What did you left out of your confession,

As I stole your reason?

Sometimes we fall for someone just because,

the association with his tie,

with the tone of his voice,

With his crooked smile.

A sudden firm attachment

to someone unknown, yet so dear,

A one way ticket,

If only I had missed the train.

Somewhere deep

within the hidden pit of a childhood memory,

A vivid colour washed pale and dull,

Re-blooming with scarlet desire and blue sentiment.

As we stumble upon that “somebody”,

A foreign body gets attached to our soul,

A parasite feeding off our heart,

we call them a soulmate.

The noose doesn’t care about your precautions ,

The noose doesn’t choose the chosen ones,

The noose just randomly traps the lost souls

And cuts them in two.

No special reason,

no strategic purpose,

no cruel intention.

Just a nagging infection.

Just a simple coincidence,

a random chance,

On a sunny day, in a crowded street,

And you all call it the affection.

And involuntarily you fall victim to it,

Into the emotional turmoil, the boiling coil,

Surrendered, passionate, desperate,

Tired and confused,

Yet persistent and patient

Still hoping

For the oh so sweet happily ever after.

[artemisrogers]

Don't Look James Hetfield x reader

I was getting tired of James disappearing on me every five seconds. He's supposed to be going back on your phone in a few days and always gets excited about it, but also longing knowing I'll be here at home. I watched him grab his jacket and car keys saying something about "going somewhere" before closing the door. I rolled my eyes and went upstairs to get ready for bed. I changed into a black nightgown but noticed he left his phone by accident.

I looked around making sure I was alone before I grabbed his phone. I never snooped through it but I always wondered what he even kept in this thing. I swiped up and went straight to his photo gallery. Of course there's pictures and videos of him and the guys on tour, Cliff, me, and some of us. What I came across was a video that was in a separate album labeled "for a special someone". I felt a ping of jealousy wondering if this was for some groupie.

Looking up again I decided to be that bitch and click on it glad I was alone. I immediately saw James shirtless and in his boxers a soft growl escapes him. He was definitely alone in our room and crawled onto our bed towards the camera smirking. I felt my heart flutter just from watching this.

"oh baby you're making it hard for me to even focus here." Video James teased me as he grinds his hips into the bed pretending it was me.

I could feel the heat slowly pooling in my pj pants already as he growled softly and grabbed the camera. I had a feeling he didn't make this for a groupie but I paused it when I heard the door open and panicked I power off his phone forgetting the gallery was still open. I heard James boots head upstairs as I managed to calm myself down as he entered the room.

"Sorry about that babe I had to get a couple of things."

"No worries da-I mean james." I said catching myself. I mean we both knew I had a daddy kink but I only called him that when I was aroused or under his mercy.

James shot me a raised eyebrow and I swallowed softly when he opened his phone. I saw his eyes widen and my heart dropped realizing I've been caught red handed snooping. I hid myself under the blanket guilty but wondering what he was thinking I heard his cute chuckle as he pulled the blankets off of my face a smirk on his face.

"Somebody was feeling sneaky mmm?"

"Maybe I did, I got curious..." I spluttered.

James sat on the edge of the bed and decided to brace himself on either side of my head. I swallowed softly seeing that familiar look in his eyes just like in that video. I should be used to him looking at me like that, but this time it felt different. James kissed me hungrily and I tangled my hands in his long hair, the heat coming back in my pants.

"Fucking slut, you think I wouldn't notice your slip up?" James said his voice horse with desire.

I felt him grab my neck squeezing gently as I placed one of my hands on his bicep. I loved when he got like this with me. It always drove me crazy when he was rough with me. I bit my lip when he started to rub the damp spot over my pants roughly, right where my clit is. I moaned softly but was cut off when he squeezed my throat.

"Daddy's gonna make sure you can't walk tomorrow. You like getting choked while daddy plays with that pretty pussy?"

"Yes!" I choked out as he let go of my throat unbuckling his own belt.

I watched him pull it out of the loops and tie my wrists above my head with it. The tent in his jeans showed that he was turned on by my snooping. Once he had me bonded up he stripped until he was in his black boxers as he crawled onto the bed straddling my hips. He ripped open my shirt the buttons flying everywhere.

"Oh Daddy please! Please play with me!". I moaned out my nipples painfully hard.

James chuckles as he begins to slowly tease me by grinding against me. I felt his large hand wrap around my neck squeezing it enough so I know who's in charge. I placed my hands on his chest feeling the hard muscles in his chest. I could get off just from his touch.

James shifted my legs so they were spread open. I let him hike up my dress and push my damp panties to the side. I whimpered when he teased me with his tip by rubbing against my clit. I knew this was gonna be rough as he slammed his thickness inside me with no warning. I moaned loudly as I arched my back.

"Fuck so tight! Such a good girl taking my cock like the slut you are?" James said between grunts and growls.

James bit my neck sucking leaving a trail of hickeys on my body. I felt myself getting close to my first orgasm as James hair stuck to his sweaty face. I knew he was getting close by his labored breathing. When my first orgasm hit me, James swallowed my moans with deep kisses. A few more thrusts and I felt his release as he grunted into my mouth.

Once he pulled out of me James collapsed into the bed and pulled me close to him spooning me. I put my head on his chest playing with his little chest hair. I loved how rough and harsh he can be in bed but then he's a sweet and gentle person afterwards.

"Ready for round two babygirl?"

[reddie-fangirl24]

Walking into their bedroom, Eddie heard the shower running in the other room. Listening closely, the water pounding was louder than usual, like it was just hitting the floor. Peering into the slightly open door, Richie was sitting on the side of the tub dressed in his shower robe, his shoulders shaking. Noticing Richie's tear-streaked face, concern filled his heart and Eddie went into the bathroom.

"Richie, what's wrong?" Eddie asked, placing a comforting hand on Richie's shoulder.

Richie managed to silence his cries so he could explain himself to his boyfriend. "It's... it's my career, Eddie. It's been eating me alive lately. The stress is overwhelming."

Eddie squeezed Richie's shoulder gently. "Hey, hey, it's okay. Tell me what's been going on."

Richie took a deep breath, attempting to steady himself. He leaned against the crook of Eddie’s neck. "I've been struggling with the pressure. My career has been skyrocketing!” He emphasized with his arm, nearly smacking Eddie in the face. Talk about a role reversal. He put his hands at his sides for time-being and looked into Eddie’s caring eyes. 

“And while it's amazing, it’s been pulling at my ass... I feel like I'm constantly trying to keep up with everyone's expectations.”

“Do you think David is pushing too much publicity for you?” Eddie asked, referring to Richie’s new agent. While they were still in Derry during Eddie’s recovery, Richie quit working with Steve because of creative differences. It took a while to find a new agent, but once he did, Richie immediately hit it off with David, having the liberty to write his own comedy and not have to censor anything.

“No, David is amazing. This is the publicity that I want instead of having to play that I’m straight!” Richie cringed at that whole thing. It’s what made coming to terms with his sexuality harder. When he first performed his whole coming out act, he was so happy, practically floating above the ground. And glowing.

“So, what’s bothering you? Are you just overwhelmed?” Eddie asked him.

Richie took a deep breath. He held Eddie’s hand in his, rubbing small circles around it. “And... I’m scared that I might lose myself in all this. Like, what if I become this big tight-shot Hollywood star who's too blind to see anything in front of him?"

Not expecting that answer, Eddie stared into his boyfriend’s eyes. “Richie, you are never going to turn into that.”

“You really think so?”

“Richie, and I’m going to regret saying this, but you are the most compassionate man. Even when we were kids you were never afraid to be yourself. You are so silly and unlike other comedians, you want to make people laugh. And you want to make people feel good about themselves like you do with me,” Eddie smiled.

“Wait, I really make you laugh? I thought you were being sarcastic whenever I tried to make you laugh.” Richie raised an eyebrow, though he was teasing him.

Eddie rolled his eyes, twirling his fingers through Richie’s curly hair. “Look beyond the sarcasm and annoyance, dumbass!” Richie burst out laughing. “You make me laugh. You create your own jokes instead of copying someone else. For example, you don’t copy Jim Carrey.”

“Jim Carrey?” Richie questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know many comedians, Richie! The point I am trying to make is that you don’t copy anyone else. You want to be you. A big shot Hollywood star goes after somebody else’s work, turns his back on others, and then fails to make original content.”

A glimmer of gratitude shone through Richie's tear-filled eyes. "Thanks, Eds. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Eddie's grip tightened on Richie's shoulder, his voice filled with reassurance. "It's okay to feel overwhelmed,” he smiled before his voice turned serious. “But I don’t want you hiding any of this from me. Come to me when you’re feeling down or stressed, or even happy about something. Please, don’t beat yourself up. I want to be here.”

Richie nodded, feeling better, but still worn out. Turning off the shower, Eddie had an idea. "Let's take a bath, Richie. It might help you unwind a bit."

Filling the bathtub with warm water and soothing bubbles, Eddie helped Richie step in. As Richie soaked in the bathtub, Eddie massaged his shoulders and neck, working to ease the tension that had built up from the stress. He leaned back into Eddie’s calming touch. When was the last time he let himself relax like this?

After a while, Eddie helped Richie out of the bath, wrapping him in another soft towel. He guided him to sit on the bed and fetched a fresh set of clothes for him. As Richie dressed, Eddie knelt in front of him, taking the time to brush his boyfriend's hair.

"How do you feel now?" Eddie asked, his voice gentle as he looked up into Richie's eyes.

Richie managed a small smile, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. "Better. Thank you, Eddie.”

Eddie smiled back, his eyes warm with compassion. "We’re all here for you no matter what, Richie.” And they shared a sweet romantic kiss that made their insides burn with passion.

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Things Money Can Buy - I

CW: Nudity, beating, swearing.

The next day Aether woke up outside of his little cell. 

On feeling the chains strain on his wrists, his head shot up. He was blindfolded again, and naked. Completely naked. He thrashed around, trying to loosen his constraints. 

"Oh? Up so soon?" 

He looked in the direction of the voice. He heard footsteps approaching, and soon the fabric covering his eyes was removed. He squinted his eyes shut at the intense abundance of warm light. Before him stood a man dressed in an unassuming robe, plain in fashion and gray in color. His features were delicate, with sharp, brown eyes hiding behind his glasses. He held a clipboard, although Aether could not see its content. 

"Then let's begin." The man looked at Aether coldly, yet a hint of amusement could be found in his expression. "I will ask you a question, and you will answer. Or else this gentleman will encourage you to speak up. Are we clear?" 

Aether scoffed, and looked the man straight in his eyes. "Depends on what you ask." 

"How bold of you to name conditions here." The man set down his clipboard on a nearby old, wooden table. He then turned back to Aether and spoke, accenting the r again. "Your name. What is it?" 

"It's none of your business." He narrowed his eyes. "Only my friends get to hear it."

"It is, Traveler. I've heard everyone call you that, but never have I heard anyone use your name." The interrogator approached the bound man, his face right up in his victim's. "I'm just curious."

Aether weighed his options. As much as telling the man his name would harm his pride, there would be nothing to gain from resisting. Because more questions, questions that he couldn't answer at any cost, would surely come. He sighed. 

"My name is… Aether."

His captor only smiled, and nodded approvingly. "Aether… that's a nice name. It would be a real shame for your friends to see it engraved on a tombstone, yes?" 

"And that's the difference between us." Aether never once took his eyes off of him. They glimmered with a spark of loathing. "Somebody will actually miss me."

"Us?" He laughed. "There is no us. We are not equal."

"Pfft. How so?" 

"You are nothing but 'material' here. I will extract information from you, however many broken bones and buckets of blood it will require." He grabbed Aether's hair tightly. "You are the instrument, I am the musician. Do not forget that."

Aether tightened his jaw, preventing himself from responding. Still, despite his anger and desire to bite back, sweat started gathering on his forehead. 

"First question." His captor spoke with a calmer, yet even more decisive voice. "On your travels in Liyue, you have ascended to the Jade Chamber. Correct?" 

"May have." It looks like the ransom is just a bonus for them, thought Aether.

"I know that getting there requires a password. I have intelligence confirming that you got there the normal way. Hence, you know the password." The man looked at Aether, eyes steady and determined underneath his glasses. "What is the password?"

Aether laughed. "I won't speak. That's gonna take more effort than just that, pal."

"As you wish." The man nodded to his underling. "Pull him up and give me ten."

While his interrogator tied the blindfold back on, a mechanism in the corner of the room creaked. Aether was slowly being lifted up by his arms, joints straining from the very first second since his feet lost support. The blonde's hands managed to grasp the chain and ease his discomfort a little. He heard the sound of wood dragging on the ground, a plank or rod by the sound of it. Aether's heart sped up, and he braced himself for what was about to come.

He winced when the first hit came crashing down on his back. The force made his body rock forward, right into the other blow, this time placed on his tailbone. The pain surged but he didn't have much time to dwell on it as more hits came. On his middle back, on his upper torso, making him gag and choke as air was forced out of him. The rod came down on him again and again, bringing tears to his eyes. But he kept himself from screaming. His hands still held the chain tightly despite the abuse. Aether knew that, if he were to let go for long, his arms would be forced out of their sockets. And that pain he knew he would struggle with. 

"Ready to speak?" Said the man, readying his pencil. 

Aether just smirked. "My sister hits harder than you, punk."

His captor smiled as well. "We'll see about that. Give me thirty, and go harder."

—

The brush moved, forming another black, perfect line on the paper. Adding a shorter line, Ayaka moved to admire the entirety of her work. The letter was penned in perfect columns, each kanji meticulously drawn by her own hand. She could use the help of the clan's scribe to write the letters, yes, but the calligraphy involved always calmed her mind. She placed down the brush when she heard quick footsteps behind her room's door. She got up just in time to see Thoma himself throw open the door. He was missing his red overcoat, now bundled in his arms. 

"Lady Ayaka! Aether is missing!" He spoke loudly. 

"H-how so?" She immediately furrowed her brows. Surely Aether was just lost, if anything. Thoma moved his bundled coat towards Ayaka, and she spotted Paimon's face nestled in the material. "Paimon? What happened?" 

The little creature's teeth were chattering, her whole body trembling despite Thoma's attempts to warm her. Her face had barely any color. She barely spoke, voice trembling and very quiet. 

"We… s-s-somebody a-ambushed u-us a-and P-Paimon fell a-asleep a-and…" Ayaka couldn't tell if those were tears or just salt water, but Paimon was most likely crying. "A-and w-when I w-woke u-u-up h-he w-was n-nowhere t-t-to b-be found…" 

Ayaka placed her warm hands over Paimon's forehead. It was frigid and completely drenched. "H-he w-wouldn't l-l-leave P-Paimon l-like t-that r-right? S-something h-happened to h-him…" 

Ayaka softly caressed her head, speaking gently. "Yes, I'm sure he wouldn't leave you. You are the best travel companion after all, right?" She smiled gently, earning the same from the chilled Paimon. She turned to Thoma. "Take care of her, and then let my brother know what happened. I will alert the Tenryu Commission."

"Yes, my lady." 

Ayaka turned on her heel, and headed towards the exit. 

Was she scared? Yes. But it was not the time for such emotions. Aether needed her, if Paimon was to be believed. 

And she would not let him down. 

—

Aether coughed blood. His battered lungs barely sucker in air and his throat burned from suppressing screams. His eyes were not covered by the tear-soaked blindfold anymore, but the darkness of his cell made it impossible to see. He could feel an unrelenting, piercing pain in his upper chest. Possibly a broken rib, but he would rather not find out. He rested on his back. It was the part that hurt the least, but not because his captors showed him mercy. It was just durable enough to withstand the injuries. 

With his fingers Aether traced circles in the sand and dust covering the floor to distract himself from the pain. His new cell was warmer, but the floor was still filthy and cold. Despite this it was still somehow worse than his previous 'accommodation'. There the hay, as rotten and bug filled as it was, was somewhat soft. Here they just gave him a bamboo mat large enough to lie on. 

It wasn't here to give him comfort, but to isolate him from the ground. To prevent him from getting sick and dying. 

To prolong the torture. 

He drew a strained breath. He needed rest, and he knew that. He needed strength to endure whatever else they would throw at him. Today it was… a hundred? A hundred and ten hits? Something along those lines. He counted to keep his mind focused on something other than the pain. He could not let himself break. Who knew what those guys would do to Liyue, to Ningguang, Ganyu, Keqing if they had a way into the Jade Chamber. But on the other hand… his captors didn't look like any bunch of random bandits. This accent… sounded Shezhnayan. 

He growled. Of course those were Fatui. Or their mercenaries, at least. That gave him all the more reason to hold on. Aether clenched his right fist. 

Those fuckers would not get anything from him. 

At least not soon.

Thanks for reading!

[brazenskald]

Flight Risk

Ever been on the edge of a highrise, staring down a thousand-metre vertical that could leave you flatter than a burnt crepe on the sidewalk? If your stomach just jumps at the thought, good for you. You have a healthy sense of vertigo. Me? Never felt anything other than a skin-tingling urge to see if I could make it up that high and live to kiss the ground far below. Yeah, you could say my priorities were a little screwed-up. But then again, I was also staring down the barrel of a gun. Not a metaphorical one either. Pretty sure this was a Glock, or maybe a Smith & Wesson. I wasn’t paying too much attention, since the hand holding the gun was attached to my very beautiful, very angry ex.

Henry’s never been one to mince words, even when we were on better terms. Kissing terms, I liked to say. Straight to the point, Henry was. It didn’t surprise me that even with the wind buffeting our clothes, he held my gaze in the way that a python might, as it contemplated the best way to squeeze life from its prey.

“Ray,” He shouted, to be heard over the wind. “Hand over the loci!” You’d be forgiven for asking yourself what the fuck a locus, plural loci, is or are. I myself had the faintest clue, but we don’t need to get into that now. The relevant point was in my eloquent reply.

“Henry, if I had the loci, I’d have to let go of this ledge to hand it to you, and we both know that could end in the very swift and very sudden demise neither of us wants!” Henry was the laconic one. My gifts lay elsewhere.

“Give them here or I’ll push you off this tower myself!” Henry, bless his heart, couldn’t make a threat heavier than the gun he still held leveled on me, and nothing made that clearer than his reliance on gravity rather than good old fashioned lead. I reached down into my breast pocket to feel the cold edges of the loci, still secreted away right where I’d stashed them.

“Counter-offer, why not let me go and we can discuss all of this business in the relative comfort of a steamy bubble bath? You’ve still got the keys to my place, right?” I’d never asked for them back. He’d never offered to return them. I took it for what it was. A tacit admission that he wasn’t willing to break things off. He just needed a break. Promotion from beat cop to lead investigator hadn’t improved his patience, and I was used to his pattern of slinking back after a hard case. We had our rhythms, and we made it work. These bizarro stones weren’t going to change that.

“Ray…” Henry growled, a fire lit behind his eyes that signaled we were inching close to a breaking point. It was the same tone he fell into after I walked in with a few too many bags from a boutique, or if he spotted me liberating articles from some yuppie’s waistcoat while they ogled my tits.

“Henry, I’ll give them back, once I’ve had a chance to take a good look at them. You know I always do.” This was a lie. Henry usually snuck out with any number of pilfered goods when he thought I was sleeping, which I never was. He kicked like a mule while asleep, and I was an early riser. “Besides Hen, when have I ever lied to-”

In the movies, badasses fire off gunshots that knock bad guys clean off their feet. No such thing in real life. Small calibre rounds in particular hit you like angry prods of a finger, only they sting a hell of a lot more, and you bleed all over yourself. The shock of being hit, along with my bewilderment that Henry had actually shot me, the prick, caused me to forget the precarious situation I was in. That all-important sense of vertigo that is supposed to keep you alive? It rushed back with a vengeance right in time for me to tumble out of reach of any possible handholds. I plunged into the void, watching Henry’s face morph into horror at what he’d done. Should I have felt grim acceptance? Maybe. Somebody else might’ve. I flipped him off, and twisted to face the rapidly approaching street below.

Everything moves slower when you’re in moments of tremendous stress or peril, another truism which smartass psychologists swear is post-hoc neuro-processing, some such gobbledygook that amounts to the brain casting off the usual filters to take in all possible details. The gist? Your brain doesn’t speed up, it actually slows down, or at least the amount of information you absorb at the same constant rate increases, leading to that change in perception. What that tells me, a college drop-out with a passing interest in neurocognitive processes where they interact with biocybernetics, is that my fall lasted about the usual amount of time, but my reflexes were firing in response to far more stimuli than normal.

My hand reached into my breast pocket and seized the loci, those blighted jewels that had indirectly caused my current predicament. I can’t say what I consciously expected, other than that I wanted to have the cause of my untimely demise in hand at the moment it all came crashing down. I must have gripped them more tightly than before, the edges digging into my palms and drawing blood. What happened next was difficult to process, even afterward.

I felt the skin of my hand peeling off, like I’d dipped my hand into boiling oil. I watched the sidewalk rush toward me at about the speed of the typical maglev train, and despite my smugness of seconds past, I closed my eyes. My chest lurched like I’d suddenly started falling upwards. The wind rushing past my ears fell silent. That seemed a lot less… violent than I had anticipated. Is death usually so anticlimactic?

I opened my eyes. A cackle tore free of my throat, lurched out right ahead of a wave of bile. I spat when my stomach was empty. The pool of vomit had splattered to the sidewalk beneath me, while I hovered several feet overhead.

“Eat your heart out Henry,” I rasped, throat hoarse from puking. “I am going to steal so much shit, you’ll never be able to give it all back.”

[randomruff]

An Icy Possession

“Come on… kitty!”

Bai-he jumped, her voice echoing throughout alley they were in, her fingertips just barely grazing Mu. The cursed cat simply gave her a mocking look however, closing his brown eyes as he continued to lay on the metal pipe he was on. Not at all bothering to move even an inch for her.

The 12-year-old huffed, her eye twitching in irritation as she once again tried to grab him, jumping and standing on her tiptoes.

 “You're not making this any easier for me buddy.” She spoke with a hint of desperation; her mother will start to worry if she doesn’t make it home soon.

The ginger feline did move this time just not how she wanted him to. With a long stretch Mu jumped on another piece of pipe that was a foot higher than the last one, almost meeting the wall that alley ended in.

“Really?!” Bai-he yelled in outrage, staring at her precious pet in utter betrayal before slumping her back in defeat with a discontent sigh. The sunlight now disappearing behind the large wall, at this rate she’ll never make it home.

The faint feeling of being watched made the black-haired girl lift her head towards the only exit of the alleyway. Faded whispering coming closer captured her attention, confusion flicking on her face as she saw no one other than her and Mu in the long dark alley.

The freezing chill walking down her spine told her otherwise however.

She swallowed down the lump in her throat as she frantically looked around, spotting a dark blue mist entering the small tight area she was in. The whispers becoming louder as the blue mist creeped closer, a dark chill that seemed to silence any and all noise radiated from the mist giving Bai-he a sense of utter dread.

 Mu hissed as apprehensive fear clawed its way into Bai-he’s heart, slowly taking a step back as the mist inched closer to her. The Whispers practically invading her head while her body shook, her black eyes darting around her to see if there was anywhere, she could escape to.

There wasn’t.

Mu’s back arched as his angry hissing increased a volume; quickly turning tail and ran as fast as he could, climbing the buildings before them. Abandoning Bai-he to the strange glowing mist.

‘Traitor’ she thought bitterly as her back hit the wall, fear increasing tenfold as she had nowhere else to go now. The sound of her heartbeat rang in her ears, hands shaking as she brought them to her chest. Clasping them together as she timidly called out. “He-hello?”

 Then silence…

Confusion once again filtered through her, the whispers vanished and mist halted in its path leaving nothing but the sound of her shaky breaths. Bai-he waited still as a statue for a moment or two before relaxing, releasing a sigh of relief. Good, it as just a fals-

The mist lunged forward, hitting her straight in the chest leaving her no time to react as intense pain blossomed where it hit her.

'Fire! I’m on fire!’

Overwhelming heat spread across her body, whiplashing her at its suddenness and speed.

‘Help!’

Blood and bile rushed in her throat, leaving her incapable of screaming for aid.

'Somebody please!’

Her vision started to blur, something cold and freezing beginning to replace the heat making her knees buckle under her.

‘Help me!’

And then everything went black.

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Side eyes the calendar, noticing it's only a few weeks away until it's October. Quickly thinks of a oneshot she can do, glances at Bai-he with an apologetic smile and mischievous glint in her eyes.

"I'm sorry my dear child, your suffering with only be temporary though"

I am slowly getting back into the groove of writing! MAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I decided to make a one shot of when Bai-he was possessed by LBD, i just make do some drapples of her time as LBD's host when i get the time but no promises.

Anyway! Hope you enjoyed this, as always feedback and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated and helpful.

[izziedizziepenguins]

To the girl I fell in love with:

You know, that day that I saw you standing in the aisle of that mom and pop grocery store, head shaved, colored blue. I never did confront you for stealing my heart. I simply walked back in the next day to get your number because I had to talk to you again one on one.

The way Cupid shot my ass was unfair. It felt like he used the biggest arrows he has. Like the ones you use for rhinos or something. But it definitely hit its mark. Ever since then I can’t walk straight. I miss a step every time your voice hits the air. My heart twitches when my hand brushes against yours and behinds to play hopscotch in my chest.

The truth is, I’m not sure I was ever in love with somebody until the day i met you.

And on that day, I felt like our worlds collided into a beautiful kaleidoscope. Colors my colorblind ass never saw before. I had a bounce in every step. A spring in ever movement, and a song in every sentence that left my mouth. I admired the way you’d give the shirt off your back to others, they way you’d laugh high pitched like a chipmunk when you really, really found something funny.

The way the corners of your mouth curled into a smile. And those eyes, that could make any star or galaxy jealous. Like staring into th ocean or the darkness of space, I just want to get lost in your eyes with the curiosity of how I got here in front of you.

I still remembered when you told me, that I am not your wife. I am not your girl, the way a glass room would come falling down, shattering into pieces around me. Cutting me and scarring my body like it’s a cutting board in a fine dining kitchen. You see, this never was a love story.

This was never gonna be a happy ending. Only heartbreak and sorrow could fill my heart and make me feel something again. The cold, gripping my heart, numbing everything it touches. Now all I can think about is, who she is with? Who is holding her? Who is kissing her? who is rubbing her feet now? And how they don’t care if it’s perfect. They’re just using her. Just like how they used me. Now the view of your eyes makes my eyes water. The sound of your voice scratches the air like a record that’s been over. Your touch makes me shiver with anxiety.

How could something I loved so much, change me so much? I never knew a person could feel this much pain….

Now I lock myself in my room. I go to work and come home. When I do go out, I numb myself with anything I can find. Even if it takes the edge off. How could love hurt so much when we never even were together. I start looking for Cupid, to ask him to take his arrow back. That he made a mistake. That maybe he was just using me for target practice and how fucking irresponsible Cupid actually is. What a sick, twisted sense of humor he must have.

Now I just wish the pain would go away. I wish this on nobody. No enemy. No person that has a fully functioning heart. Because how dare I wish this fate on another. How could I wish this numbness on them? How could I doom them to the eternal abyss of despair that love is.

All I wanted was you. And you took it for granted. Used me. Then left me on the floor like a pair of dirty socks. Warm, but fading. Just fading.