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fortheloveoffanfic · 3 years ago

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Behind Closed Doors

Keanu Reeves x OFC (Emma Mathers) (A/n- yes the title was inspired by Taylor Swift's Illicit Affairs)

Masterlist Behind Closed Doors Masterlist

Warnings- Angst

Clandestine Meeting

“I miss you.”

Emma looked up from the text, taken aback. Her doe eyes were wide and the words which might have previously served to put a small smile on her face simply had her pulling half of her lower lip between her teeth. Stiffening her stance, her mind went rigid and though the keypad was opened and awaiting her reply, Emma didn’t quite know what she should say. So, instead, she glanced up, trying to keep her cool as she looked across the room, meeting his gaze from where he sat at the breakfast bar, phone in hand and morning paper discarded near his half finished bowl of cereal.

Keanu’s whiskey orbs stared back at her, practically willing her to start typing a response, to hopefully admit that she felt the same. It had been almost a week since Miranda’s return, and since then, Emma had gone back to avoiding Keanu like the plague. Even being in the same room with him was too much, though, considering that over seeing the twins’ breakfast was part of her job, mornings were proving to be hardest, and by all means the only time they actually spent together. “Everything okay Em?” Using his free hand, Keanu shifted his spoon around in his ceramic bowl, acting so nonchalant that it hurt to watch. Whoever said he wasn’t a good actor had to have been a good liar.

“Yeah,” sucking in a sharp breath, she nodded stiffly, giving the text, which he’d seen her read, one final glance before locking the phone and setting it down on the granite counter. Without further ado, she carried on, getting orange juice for Matt and then cleaning up a spill Poppy had made while trying to pour more milk into her sugary, colorful cereal. “Let me help you with that,” she mumbled sweetly, hurrying over to collect the roll of paper towels and subsequently tearing off a couple blocks to sap up the fallen milk.

Still on the counter, her phone chirped again, and when she was finally finished, Emma read yet another text from Keanu, that time through the notifications, “Can I see you tonight?”

Already exasperated, Emma rolled her eyes, clenching her jaw as she hastily snatched up the cell. She hated that he was just sitting there, acting like he wasn’t engaged, trying to reel her back in despite the consequences. She hated that she actually wanted to see him anyway, even more. But what Emma hated the most was knowing that no matter what, she was already Keanu’s closeted secret. “You’re seeing me right now,” she angrily tapped the little blue send button, tossing the phone back to the cool surface, only for him to respond almost instantaneously.

“You know what I mean……” Was his reply, and when Emma took the chance at sneaking a glance at him, Emma could see that Keanu’s eyes had softened, silently pleading with her to give in. In that moment, she could slowly start to feel her resolve wavering; everything she’d worked so had to build up over the past five days or so diminished by just one look. Suddenly, she felt strange chill run through her, not as a consequence of the environment, it was actually quite warm that morning. It was actually from the memory that arose upon reminiscing on the last time she’d been alone with Keanu. That day when Miranda had come back, the way he’d touched her while they laid in bed, how his smell, as predicted, had stained her sheets and finally, how he’d come into her room that night, caressing her cheek and kissing her forehead as if he cared. Emma knew that she shouldn’t have been falling for it; a relationship with Keanu was fruitless, he couldn’t offer her anything but private pleasures and then insurmountable hurt. Still, she wanted it, she wanted him.

Clutching the phone tightly, Emma quickly tried to blink away burning tears, staring at the words on the bright screen. “I’m sorry,” another one came in, followed up with, “Please, I promise we can talk about this.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Emma’s fingers worked quickly, and it hurt her to type those words while knowing that there was so much she wanted to say.

Again, before she could set it down, Keanu sent, “Don’t say that. I don’t want to end things this way. Just let me fix this.”

“How?” Emma was about to hit send again, when, in a flurry of floral silk, Miranda sauntered into the room, immediately going to wrap her arms around Keanu’s broad shoulders. He stiffened visibly, hurriedly dropping his phone face down, and Emma was left to silently watch the scene unfold, taking note of the way Miranda met her eyes briefly before laying a lingering kiss to his cheek.

“Good morning darling,” she sung near his ear, unable to bear anymore of it, Emma swallowed her hurt and get back to tidying the kitchen and tending to the children. Though, that didn’t quite stop her from listening, “I can’t believe you left me in bed, all alone.”

Chuckling softly, Keanu took a minute before coming up with a response, “You know I like to get an early start. Did you sleep well?”

“Just fine,” Miranda hummed, sashaying over to the refrigerator and scanning its contents until she spotted the overly expensive, extremely exotic, organic creamer that she usually took with her coffee. “Emily,” she turned to Emma, who by then, had long grown tired of trying to correct her, “Why don’t you get my mug and pour me some coffee?"

Miranda, as Emma had come to learn, had the oddest sense of humor and seemed to get off on ‘accidently’ treating her like a maid. And sometimes, like her very own lady in waiting. “Sure,” Emma managed through gritted teeth, all but snatching the handcrafted mug off a shelf in the cabinet and then half filling it with scalding black liquid. “Anything else?” The ordinarily polite quip was actually meant as a petty jab, though Miranda didn’t seem to get that.

“There is actually,” stirring in some of the creamer, not even looking Emma’s way, “Do you think could whip me up an egg white omelet?”

That time, before Emma could speak, Keanu was interjecting, “Mandy,” he tried to sound light and teasing, the edge of annoyance kept at bay, “You know that Em isn’t a maid. Besides, the tutors are coming soon and she has to get the kids ready.”

“Well I’m sure you can do that Keke, I have to finish prepping for my meeting with the wedding planner and I can’t do that on an empty stomach,” pouting dramatically, Miranda summoned up her best puppy eyes for Keanu, “Please darling? For the sake of our wedding?”

“I…..” Keanu stuttered, and Emma hoped with everything in her that he wouldn’t feed her to the lion, but of course, she couldn’t be so lucky, “Why not?” Defeated, Emma’s sigh was soft, and before she knew it, Keanu was rounding up Matt and Poppy and flashing her sympathetic look before herding them towards the hallway after announcing that it was bath time.

She waited until Keanu was gone, and from the minute Keanu was out of earshot, Miranda began the inescapable torture. She cared very little for those who she proudly referred to as help, though Miranda did like hearing herself talk enough to ramble on to anything with ears. “I don’t know if Keanu’s mentioned it,” she carried on, popping a grape from the bowl in the fridge into her mouth, “But we’ve decided on a winter wedding in New York. We’re doing it at the Weylin on New Year’s Eve.”

“That’s……” Emma’s voice was soft and it took everything in her to not break down at the thought of Keanu marrying someone else. Worst yet, it was so close, just over a month and a half away. “That’s nice.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Emma was in the process of gathering the egg whites, expertly separating them from the yolks like her mother had taught her so long ago. “It’s going to be a grand affair,” she explained exuberantly, “And I’ve got a designer from Dior working on a custom dress. I’m already in talks with a couple magazines, we’re going to cover the entire thing.”

Furrowing her brows, Emma slowed down as she moved on to chopping the seasonings. A publicized wedding? That didn’t sound much like Keanu at all; he was notoriously private and hated the press getting in on his life. It was why he’d avoided social media and had pitched out thousands for Matt and Poppy to be homeschooled. “Are you sure Keanu will like that?” Emma’s tentative probe was soft and unsteady and she knew very well that it wasn’t her place to ask.

“Well why wouldn’t he?” Miranda sank into a seat at the kitchen table, nearest to the window, where the warm light was filtering in and washing to room with a heat contrasted perfectly by the low setting of the air conditioner, “The publicity will be great for him too. God knows he needs it sometimes, if he didn’t work so much, there wouldn’t be anything for anyone to write about.”

“I think that’s the point,” foolishly, Emma countered, “I mean, he does hate having his life all over the media, he likes privacy. Right?”

“Oh God,” she burst out laughing, rolling her eyes, “You’re a naïve little thing aren’t you, Emily? Every celebrity plays that little game. But in our world, no matter what you do, everyone is gonna know everything about you, and it sells. And as long as it sells, who gives a fuck about privacy?”

Fumbling for words, Emma slid the now finished omelet onto a pristine white plate, “I’m sure its not possible to know everything.” The conversation was starting to make her uncomfortable, and Emma desperately wanted an out.

“Of course it is,” Miranda cackled loudly, “This is Hollywood dear, there are eyes everywhere.” Emma had just set the plate and cutlery down in front of Miranda, and was already, leaving the kitchen hoping to get back to cleaning up later that morning when the older woman added, just as she was at the mouth of the long corridor, “Just remember that Emily, every secret, every nose job, every hidden pregnancy, every affair…..it always gets out, sooner or later.”

She paused for a minute at the mere mention of the word ‘affair,’ though, Emma didn’t want to have some kind of teary episode right there in front of Keanu’s wretched fiancée, picking up a quick pace not long after. She had to get to her room before the heat had completely risen to her face and the tears had inevitably started falling, she couldn’t be caught like that without reasonable explanation. Emma was almost there, her door was straight ahead after she’d climbed the stairs, and her head was down as she toyed anxiously with the knot of the robe when someone grabbed her arm, effectively startling her. “Hey,” Keanu side stepped in front of her, looking around to make sure that they were truly alone. “I was hoping to get you alone.”

“Uhh….” Blinking away the shock she’d left the kitchen with, Emma tried to act normal, ignoring the rapid beating of her heart, “I um…..what do you want?”

“To see you, alone. Just the two of us,” before Emma could object, Keanu cut her off, “I know you’ve been avoiding me, and definitely I deserve the cold shoulder. But I have something planned, just for the two of us.”

“Ke-” Torn, Emma half sobbed, knowing that she badly wanted some time alone with him but also knowing that with Miranda back it would be a risk.

“I know,” he sighed, “But I miss you, so much baby,” he leaned in, stealing kiss which she readily reciprocated, “I just want to be with you,” he peered down the stairs, ensuring that Miranda wasn’t nearby, his baritone dropping an octave as Keanu placed a hand on her waist, stepping closer, “I know you’re mad at me, but don’t you miss me too sweetheart?”

“I’m not mad at you, and I do miss you” Emma laid a gentle hand on Keanu’s shoulder, a couple rogue tears slipping past her lashes, “But this is wrong, you know that.”

“I do,” he whispered, bending to press his forehead to hers, “But I can’t help it, you’re all I think about sometimes,” swallowing thickly, Keanu continued, “I’ve put something together and my sister has been asking for the kids for a while now. Miranda is gonna be out with her girlfriends tonight, say you’ll come with me.”

Licking her lips, Emma ignored the voice in her head that urged that it was a bad idea, “Where?”

“Its a surprise,” Keanu smiled faintly, catching her lips in a brief peck, “But I promise you’ll like it. Just dress in jeans, and your leather jacket cause we’re taking the bike. Okay?”

Hesitating, Emma eventually nodded, “Okay,” she sealed with a kiss, reluctantly untangling from him, walking off with a backwards glance, her tormented gaze meeting his hopeful one last time.

“Ke….” Emma emitted soft, breathy, delighted giggles that seemed to get lost the minute it was cast out in the atmosphere. The lights were turned down low and past the clear, glass double doors, a sleek, modern fireplace was lit on the porch that jutted out over the edge of the cliff, overlooking the darkened ocean. The heels of her boots thudded softly on the rich hardwood as Emma stepped further into the primarily glass abode. The high ceilings, supported by thick fiberglass beams, matched the floors when she looked up in awe, and eventually, when she reached the open doors leading to the cool outside, where a salty breeze blew her freed tresses, Emma was almost at a total loss for words, “This is……”

A wide, proud smile split his lips. Keanu was glad she liked it, he’d pulled a lot of strings to get them that place for a few hours. It was far off from the lively city and the thick surrounding foliage should have protected them from being discovered by any prying eyes. For a few precious hours, they could be free. Slowly, he approached Emma where she stood, grasping the cool railing, mouth still agape as she looked forward. Snaking his arms around her waist and pressing his chest against her back, he laid a kiss no the side of her head. It was so perfect, it always was; being with her.

Everything faded when she was in his arms; the chill of the night air, the glow from around the pool and the quiet crackle of the fireplace. When they were alone together, nothing mattered but Emma. Keanu had never felt that way about anyone, not even Diana, the mother of his children, the woman who ran from their family and broke his heart. He’d tried making it work with her for as long as they could, but in the end, she wouldn’t have married him, much less stick around and raise two children. Keanu had almost given up on finding someone, someone who’d love Matt and Poppy the way he did, be the mother they deserved and the woman he’d spent the rest of his life with. Even when he'd met Miranda, there hadn’t been much hope left, but he was willing to make it work. Though, lately, Keanu had taken to wondering if the woman right there in his arms was actually the one he’d been waiting for. She’d taken his breath away with her unmatched beauty and now, with each passing day, he was giving a little more of his heart away to Emma. It wouldn’t be long till she’d own the part he’d reserved for someone special. She was special, “Absolutely stunning."

When Emma turned slightly in his embrace, she found that Keanu was looking right at her, chuckling musically when he bent and nuzzled her cheek and tightening his hug so she couldn't escape his affections. "Are you talking about the view or something else?"

Peppering her cheek with kisses, his rough salt and pepper beard grazing her satiny skin, Keanu hummed, "Maybe someone else….." Finally, Emma spun so they were chest to chest, her arms winding around his neck, tangled her fingers in the ends of his hair, disheveled from wearing his helmet, "You look so beautiful tonight," his eyes softened, gaze clouded over with something uncertain though unwavering, "You're always so beautiful," Keanu leaned down, capturing her lips.

He tasted like tobacco and something uniquely him, the same thing she thought about when falling asleep at night. From the minute they’d first kissed, that night in Paris, tension practically shoving them into each other’s arms, Emma thought that his lips seemed like they were meant to lock with hers; Keanu always knew exactly what she needed.

Tilting her head, Emma let herself melt against him, submitting to the comfort of his warmth and the security of his kiss. Even if everything else was wrong in their lives, even if everyone would inevitably get hurt, at least they had that. Kisses that completed them, even if just for a little while.

A little while.

One day they’d have to go back to living without each other. Inhaling deeply, filling her lungs with the kind of fresh air that was usually absent in the city, Emma pulled away, her hands pressing against Keanu’s chest in unspoken protest, and in an attempt to keep her from walking away, he loosely circled her wrists, “What?” Knitting his brows, he frowned deeply, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” her voice broke unexpectedly, her eyes shining, bright with unshed tears, “Not really, its just…..” The words wouldn't come, at least not the ones that would help Emma elucidate exactly what she wanted Keanu to know. She didn’t want to ruin their one perfect night, but she didn’t want it to be their only perfect night. Emma wanted more, more than she might ever get with him, “You just……you do everything right, you know?” Shaking her head sorrowfully, she sniffled, “Almost everything.”

Casting his head towards their feet, Keanu nodded faintly, his chuckle dry and humorless, “Yeah,” he huffed, “I know what you mean.” Thinking on the matter for a moment, Keanu knew that his heart had been begging him to do the right thing, be the man that they both needed, but he simply couldn’t. Maybe if he didn’t have kids, or were just a few years younger. There were so many ‘maybe’s. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, trying to hug her.

“You always say that,” Emma slunk out from between Keanu and the guard rail, strolling along the balcony, trying to put some space between them so she could think properly, “But nothing changes.”

“I’m trying,” Keanu reasoned.

“Are you?” When Emma turned towards him, some of her hair whipped against her flushed cheeks, “Cause it feels like you’re just saying that to get me to shut up about the real problem.” Scoffing, she swiped at her eyes, “What are we doing Keanu?”

His lips quivered, an explanation absent. There was nothing he could say to fix it, he knew that, but he wanted to, he needed to. Keanu needed her. He knew he’d been playing childish games with Emma, sneaking around and stealing moments. He was too old for it to make sense, and Emma deserved to be more than his shadowed lover. “We’re……” He trailed off, wishing things were easier.

“You know what it feels like?” Folding her arms, Emma ignored the new dryness in her throat, opting not to move when Keanu approached her, racing out to lay a hand on her hip, probably worried that she was about to end things between them.

Licking his lips, Keanu’s gaze flickered to hers and he swore he already knew what she was going to say. He knew because he felt it too, “What?”

Emitting a frustrated sigh, exasperation fueled by the complexity of their lives and the knowledge that things were bound to stay the same unless he changed them. Emma, despite her better senses, raised her hand to cup his cheek, rubbing her thumb along the corner of his lips, as she tilted her head to the side, regarding him with obvious pain in her eyes, “It feels like I’m falling in love with you even though I shouldn’t.”

Keanu’s arm slid around to her lower back, urging Emma closer, pecking her forehead, “I’m falling in love with you too,” he whispered, muffled by her skin.

Relived by his admission, Emma relented to holding Keanu in a tight hug, pressing her ear over his steady heartbeat. They stayed like that for a while, faces turned towards the vast ocean beyond the mountain, the water darkened, only defined by the rippling glow; the distance so undefined that it was easy to liken it to themselves. An unbound beauty that may have remained largely unexplored. “Come on,” Emma eventually pulled away, grabbing Keanu’s hands so they wouldn’t be completely separated, “Let’s not waste the rest of our night,” she mustered up a small smile, one that was returned by Keanu who, like her, still seemed troubled, but was willing to put it past them, just they could make the most of their stolen moments.

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thecandywrites · 4 years ago

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Jewel Of The North Part 5

Woo, it finally happened, the do is at the end of the chapter. Again, a thousand thanks to @monstersandmaw for sharing ice orcs with me. I’m having way too much fun.

Jewel Of The North

Part 5

You were walking towards the barn, feeling the slight burn of the sun on your skin as you watched Noah bend over to trim your horse's feet, his ferrier tools in the stand around him. His shirt was dirty and sweaty and hugging his muscles beautifully and the chilled lemonade in your hand didn’t compare to the fire of lust and love and adoration in your heart and mind as you waited until he was done with that particular hoof and stood up and righted himself to approach closer.

“Thirsty?” You offered the lemonade to him before he grinned giddily as he got it and happily gulped it down and you watched the apple in his throat bob with the motion.

“You need another or did that quench your thirst?” You asked once he had downed it.

“Almost.” He admitted before he pulled you to him and kissed you deeply. You could taste the sweet lemon and sugar from the lemonade and just a hint of the pulled pork from lunch.

And of course the kiss progressed and you suddenly transported to your bathroom where he was pinning you against the wall so he could pound into you as the hot water sprayed all around you and to feel the heat of his body wrapped around your own and practically pulsing inside you as he was stretching you to the max and grounding you yet making you feel lighter than air as his mouth was on your own, swallowing your whimpering cries of ecstasy was pure euphoria and no sooner had you cum in the shower before you were rolling around in the silken sheets of your bed, trying all kinds of positions.

“How close are you?” Noah rumbled as you could tell he was getting so excruciatingly close himself.

“I already came in the shower, it’s your turn Babe.” You cooed.

“Nope, wrong answer.” Noah teased before he pulled out and left you trying to grab him to pull him back before he attached his mouth to your sex and promptly devoured you before you were pushed to the edge.

“There you are, now, let’s try to do this together,” Noah encouraged before he settled himself back into you and started to really stroke himself into you instead of the heavy pounding and good god, it was the best sex of your life and together you reached your climaxes as you both tightly held the other, wrapped up in comfort and warmth and each other as the rest of the world faded away, leaving the two of you in peace and happiness. Then the blare of the alarm...

You woke up the next morning, your underwear soaked in your essence and got a quick shower and got dressed before you called your kids.

“Good morning sleepyheads.” You cooed.

“Good morning.” you heard them both answer sleepily.

“Aww, did I wake you up too early? Before noon?” You teased as you got your shoes on.

“Yes.” They answered.

“It’s summer vacation, it’s still am so it’s morning.” Xander grumped.

“Oh it’s only 10 am there, that’s still sleeping in plenty.” You gently argued.

“Which means it’s seven there, you’re on vacation, why would you get up so early on vacation?” Skylar complained.

“Because I’m going fishing today, with Noah and Sakura but we’re going to really be in the middle of nowhere because he’s taking me to tribal lands where there are no cell towers for miles so you won’t be able to get a hold of me and so this was my chance to check in today.”

“Is this the same Noah that flew you in?” Xander questioned.

“Yup, the same Noah I spent all day Tuesday watching his daughter who I would adopt and take home with me in a heartbeat if I could.” You confessed.

“The one who lost her mom?” Skylar remembered.

“Yup, the very one. She’s the one that’s in the same boat you’re in.” You confirmed.

“Because her mom died and left her all the land that she got the same way you got your estates.” Xander recalled.

“Yup and because I have a lot of first hand experience with that kind of thing. I’m gonna try to help her and her dad deal with it. At least better than I did in the beginning.” You revealed.

“Cool.” Xander chirped.

“So do you like Noah? Is that why you’re spending the day with them?” Skylar asked curiously.

“I do like him. Noah is...well...he’s awesome. He has been nothing but respectful and perfectly pleasant and professional as a pilot and a friend and I can see why he’s friends with everyone up here because he’s a good friend to have.” You answered.

“No like, like him like him, like romantically.” Skylar specified as you heard Xander go ‘oh gods’ in a groan in the background.

“I’ll be honest. Yes. But I think it’s one sided, because he has been friendly but he hasn’t really been flirty or anything. But I haven’t been super flirty to begin with.”

“Good!” Xander boomed.

“Hey, as I recall, I believe both of you were ok with me moving on romantically since your dad died and you two were the ones that set me up on that date with Alex.” You countered with a frown.

“Which was a disaster.” Skylar remembered.

“True.” Xander conceded.

“But Noah is a bush pilot in the Arctic Tundra, that’s one of hell of a niche Mom and he can’t do that in too many other places, he’s an ice orc which is a tribe that originated up there and rarely move away. I mean it’s an awesome job and sounds kick ass, and I’ll bet it’s gorgeous up there but from what you’ve told us about him, I don’t think he’s gonna give all that up. And you have it too good right where you are and you shouldn’t move either. Just leave it as friends Mom.” Xander pleaded with you and you hated to admit it but he was right and had very good points. Xander had inherited all the sensibleness from Andy.

“I know, you’re right.” You conceded even though your heart and soul were throwing tantrums within you and clinging to your fantasies for dear life.

“But you should still enjoy your time up there mom. Maybe we can come up and see everyone some time when we’re all together.” Skylar offered sweetly just as the first few tears started to fall as you nodded in agreement. Grateful they couldn’t see you.

“Yup, there’s a really nice hunting and fishing resort up here, maybe we can come back here and stay there.” You offered as you discretely wiped the tears from your eyes and willed yourself not to cry any more. Feeling like a teenager with your first soul crushing crush.

“I’ll try to call you guys later ok? Be good for Mimi and PawPaw and Granny and Papa ok?” You urged them. “Love you lots, bye.” You bid them.

“Love you too Mom, bye.” They echoed.

You found your composure and finished packing your things up that you felt you would need today. Extra sets of clothes and layers just in case you fell into the water or the temperature decided to vary greatly, your emergency spices just in case you cooked whatever you caught. Snacks just in case you didn’t catch anything. An emergency kit just in case anyone gashed their hand open and needed medical attention. A few handheld games for Sakura to keep her quiet just in case she wasn’t fond of fishing and battery packs for your devices along with a few other essentials. You were determined to have a great day fishing with Noah and Sakura and prayed that you would have a good day nonetheless and to have peace in your heart so you could enjoy the moments today and commit them to memory.

When you were done you walked the now familiar route to Noah’s house, hoping you weren’t coming too early and no sooner had you stepped foot on the porch when the door opened to reveal Noah with a bed head worthy of a few more fantasies and a bright happy smile that shamed the sun that had you mirroring it as the dogs rushed past him to greet you excitedly too before they left to do their business.

“Good morning, hope I’m not too early.” You greeted bashfully.

“Nope, just woke up, wanted to make sure I didn’t sleep in and miss you.” Noah reassured you as he ushered you inside before you set down your stuff by the door before you went to the kitchen together to get coffee and breakfast ready as the two of you easily fell back into a routine, that while it was new, it was somehow so familiar and comfortable and second nature to you both and it was while you were scrambling eggs that you noticed Noah give you a look you didn’t quite know how to read. It wasn’t bad but it filled you with...you didn’t know what, excitement? Curiosity? Giddiness? What?!

“What?” You asked over your shoulder.

“Um, I was just thinking…”

“About?” You prodded.

“About…” Noah took a deep breath and looked particularly nervous all of a sudden as he started to wipe his hands off on a rag from mixing together pancake batter.

“I wanted…” Noah began before his thunder cat rubbed against your leg before it started to climb you like a tree again.

“Ah, Baby, I’m cooking, I can’t have you on my shoulders right now, your hair will get in the food.” You cooed to the cat before Noah came over and got the cat off your shoulder before the cat tried to use it’s sharp claws to dig into your clothes and howled in protest. “Sorry, he really likes you.” Noah confessed as the two of you worked on getting the cat’s claws out of your clothes and once successfully detached he went to the back sliding doors and put the cat out and shut the door so it wouldn’t interrupt further.

“So you were saying you were thinking about what again?” You prompted once he was done.

“Right, um, so, uh, I wanted you to meet the rest of my family.” Noah finally blurted as there was a hint of fear in his eyes which gave you just a moment of pause.

“Oh, to discuss Sakura’s inheritance? Do you want to make sure they’re all comfortable with me being involved in any of it?” You supplied since that was the only reasonable, non romantic reason you could think of for meeting them. Trying to stamp down your hopes that he wanted you to meet his family for any other reason.

“Yeah, sure,” Noah confirmed with a nod as his shoulders sagged in defeat just a little.

“Ok, cool, when?” You asked.

“Well, today my Mom was going to be calling everyone to see what times would work best for everyone while we went fishing.” Noah informed you.

“Oh, well I’m free the rest of the week, so I’m free whenever. If it would help I can provide references, like my analyst and my own lawyers or even see if they can suggest anyone to use up here.” You suggested.

“Only if you wanted to.” Noah answered you could see he was trying to cover up his disappointment. Was he disappointed with you? Is that not what he was asking or wanting from you?

Meanwhile- Noah was internally and existentially screaming and screeching into the void and cursing himself for being so chicken shit to not say what he really wanted. He was such a coward and he was so epically and historically bad with words. All he wanted was you. He wanted to be with you. He wanted to court you or even fight for the chance just to try. He was so hopelessly in love with you it wasn’t funny and if he had one more sex dream about you, his nuts were going to explode along with his head. He wanted to pick you up and sit you up on his counter and feast on you for breakfast before Sakura would wake up. This was his one shot to confess his feelings and he was blowing it and he couldn’t stop it. Like being in a river that’s way too strong and carrying him away from shore and he was doing everything in his power to fight against it but the stronger he struggled, the stronger the current and he couldn’t get traction and he was running out of time and he was missing his chance on happiness and his happily ever after with you damn it.

But then you were sniffing the air and turning to take the eggs out of the pan before they burned and his moment was gone. He wondered if you would freak out if he just came up behind you and hugged you and started kissing you, would that be inappropriate? How would you react? Would you like that? Be put off and leave? Freak out? Turn and kiss him back hopefully? Grind your ass into his manhood? He could dream.

Then he heard a giggle. Damn it, Sakura was up and his chance to have you all alone to himself was over.

“Good morning Pumpkin.” You cooed when you heard the giggle and looked over at the stairs to see Sakura spying on you from them.

“Good morning Paradise.” She answered before she came all the way down the stairs.

“How long have you been up there spying huh?” You asked as you came over to her and hugged her tight.

“Since Angry Pants climbed you.” Sakura answered and suddenly Noah was wondering if his instincts just knew it wasn’t the right time. Dang it. Well the day was young, he would hopefully have another chance some time today. Or at least that was what he was going to be praying for.

“I see, well let's get you some juice and breakfast, we have an awesome day ahead of us and we need to have food as fuel for it.” You urged her as you got her some eggs to start eating and some juice as Noah went about pouring the pancake batter in the other pan to make the pancakes before you went back to the stove to work on the bacon and the sausage before you would make Noah’s eggs and your eggs and stood side by side in front of his stove as you wanted nothing more than to have him put his arm around you. Around your shoulders, your waist, you didn’t care. But something, you were craving his touch and his closeness even though Xander’s words tortured you from the back of your mind. What if this was a fantasy escape for you? What if it was nothing more? No, your heart assured you that was not the case. What if all he wanted was just help with his daughter and nothing else from you? Perhaps that was what you feared most right now. Because you were ready to offer yourself and everything you had up to him and what if he didn’t want you romantically? You would have to learn how to be content with a platonic relationship with him but you did get close enough that your arms were touching and you could feel the heat roll off of him and the stove and you just wanted to cuddle into his side.

And then you felt it, his hand splayed comfortingly on your back and if you could have sprouted wings and hugged him with them you would have, before the hand went to your far shoulder and suddenly he was resting his arm over your shoulders and you took that as a sign that snaking your own arm around his waist was an ok move as you both leaned into the side of the other. And you were afraid to look but the happy contented smile on your face as mentally you were going ‘fuck it, I want to be happy and close to him right now’.

All that mattered was right now and right now your brain was swimming in endorphins from just this little touch. It was heaven. Maybe he didn’t mean it to be as intimate as you felt it was but you didn’t care. You were just...happy. So happy right now. You haven’t been this happy in...a very long time and in your wildest dreams, you would find a way to make this work. Maybe he isn’t great with words? Maybe he’s showing you through his actions how he feels? Maybe.

You did everything in your power to stay right where you were because you didn’t want to move, you didn’t want to break the bubble you were in because in your heart you wanted this moment to last forever. But once all the eggs were fried and all the bacon and sausage and potatoes and onions and pancakes were cooked you both begrudgingly parted to take the food to the table to eat but sat kitty corner from each other at the small table and if he had reached out to hold your hand you would have held it but he was using both of his hands to eat his breakfast but Sakura was just happy to jabber on about all the different kinds of fish you could catch today as you gave Noah a fond smile as you just let her tell you all about fish. You could listen to her talk for hours on end about anything she was passionate about.

Once breakfast was done, you quickly did the dishes while Noah and Sakura got ready and packed up for your ‘adventure’ and once packed up, you let the horses out in the pasture and taken care of for the day before you loaded up his truck as the dogs jumped into the bed of the truck to watch the stuff since they were coming too and made a quick stop at a little outpost/ grocery store to get supplies like bait and beer since you had already packed a bunch of snacks and drinks for Sakura at home from what you had bought the other day. But this place had local moose jerky and homemade doughnuts that you needed in your life ASAP.

“Hey Noah,” a guy greeted him as you were around the corner letting Sakura pick out whatever her heart desired.

“Hey Tim.” Noah greeted back before they shook hands.

“Have you heard anything from Derek or Evan or anyone from their gang?” Tim asked him.

“Nope, picked up their loads yesterday though cause no one could get a hold of them.” Noah answered as you made sure to stay out of sight.

“Well I finally talked to them today and turns out they went drinking with some super hot Moscow Doll. They must have partied pretty hard because they’re still wasted as of about half an hour ago and can’t hardly move even now. They actually pissed and shit themselves because they couldn’t get up to go to the bathroom.”

You did your best to hide your erupting snicker under Noah’s who snickered and laughed at their misfortune.

“Gross, well I don’t know what you could have expected, they’re young and stupid and stupid is as stupid does I guess.” Noah shrugged.

“True.” Tim nodded. “So what are you up to today?” Tim changed the subject.

“Taking Sakura and our new friend Zara fishing.” Noah answered, feeling bad to call you ‘a friend’ because if he had been brave earlier he could have asked you out and he could be introducing you as his girlfriend.

But alas, chicken shit was he.

“Oh,” Tim blinked but smiled wide as you seemed to take that cue and appear from the other aisle.

“I heard my name.” You announced.

“Zara, this is my friend Tim Baker.” Noah introduced.

“Zara Kingsley, pleasure to meet you.” You greeted sweetly as you shook his hand, kind of grateful you weren’t wearing any makeup or anything and dressed down and hopefully neither Tim or Noah would make the connection that you were that Moscow Doll. Which honestly was an awesome alias.

“Pleasure’s all mine.” He returned as he shook your hand firmly. “That’s a strong hand shake.” Time appraised, impressed.

“Sorry, day job, I’m an LMT, strong grip is in the job description.” You tried to laugh off.

“A what now?” He asked.

“LMT- it’s an acronym for licenced massage therapist, like EMT or CEO.” you supplied.

“Oh sweet, did you just move here?” He asked hopefully.

“Unfortunately no, just visiting this time. My home base is in the Great Lakes.” You answered before you got into your wallet and handed him a business card as he whistled at it.

“Wow, that’s the fanciest thing I’ve ever had in my hand.” Tim appraised which got you to chuckle.

“That’s not a nice comparison to Tammy, she’s plenty fancy.” Noah teased which got everyone but Sakura to laugh harder.

“I take it Tammy is the better half.” You assumed as you glanced down to see a thin gold band on Tim’s left hand.

“Nope, I’m the better half, I’m the best thing in her life.” Tim smoothed his hands down his front, stroking his beer gut affectionately as he smiled cheesily which got you to laugh even harder.

“Oh that poor woman.” You and Noah answered in unison as you both shook your head.

“Jinks!” You managed to get out first as Noah snapped his fingers in defeat but smiled happily nonetheless.

“Ha! I win, I get to buy the snacks and the beer.” You insisted as you pried the beer from Noah’s fingers and took Sakura to the checkout counter.

“Hurry before your Dad stops us!” You giggled to Sakura who took the opportunity to grab handfuls of candy from the display by the cash register to add to her ‘loot’.

“Just friends? Really?” Tim questioned a little disbelieving as he gave Noah a meaningful look but a knowing smile.

“She’s only been visiting in town since Sunday and I’m the one who flew her in.” Noah revealed, dropping his voice down to a low murmur.

“I see, well it seems she’s great with Sakura, she’s got strong mom vibes and she seemed like she a could be a local if you asked her to be.” Tim appraised.

“Well she is a mother, has two kids of her own back home.”

“And the dad?” Tim asked.

“Dead, she’s widowed.” Noah answered.

“Oh perfect, no asshole ex or visitation or anything like that to deal with, just what you needed, you’re practically made for each other.” Tim grinned mischievously as Noah gave him an unimpressed look. “Well stop yapping with me, take her fishing, take her to the Honeymoon spot or something, don’t be keeping a gem like her waiting.” Tim urged him as Tim noticed you had gotten your stuff and had left the store with Sakura in tow and you sure did look like a perfect fit for Noah and Sakura to him. You just exuded sweetheart and that’s what Noah needed in his opinion, and you were really pretty au naturale too. He could see there were sparks there and he would be praying that Noah would make a move before you would leave as Noah left the place and happily rejoined you in the truck and drove to the airstrip before the two of you loaded everything onto the plane as Sakura happily kept the dogs on board and got settled in herself and once it was all packed up, the three of you settled in and by now you had grown almost used to the feeling of taking off before Noah turned the plane north eastern and flew, you could see the snow capped mountains and pockets of lakes and streams and super intense greens from the wilderness splattered with pockets of civilization, and just the majesty of it all took your breath away and you prayed your brain was recording it so you could dream about this moment in the future. It was just perfect.

Noah flew the familiar route to the perfect spot, where it would just be the three of you for miles and miles around and hopefully the fishing would be good too.

And once it was in sight he pointed it out to you.

“That’s where we’re going.” He pointed to it as he got in position and descended and made sure to put the right landing gear down and touched down into the water before taxing himself around to the best spot in the lake where a few streams came in and out of the lake before he turned the plane off and lowered the back hatch/tailgate down to the right height so you could fish off of it before he got his camping chairs and practically set up his own dock on the tailgate complete with a cooler full of ice and beer and drinks and camp chairs and snacks and rods and reels and tackle and everything.

“Ooh, I like this, this is wonderful.” You praised as you sat down in the other camp chair that Noah set up just for you as Sakura was sitting in her kid’s camping chair.

“And the great thing about being in the water like this is the bugs aren’t as bad and you don’t have to worry about bears as much, moose can still swim out this far though but at least we can see stuff coming.” Sakura beamed happily as she got all her snacks and juice boxes and stuff set up around her as the dogs happily sat on the edge and looked out into the water and basked in the sun before Noah got all the fishing poles out and got them set up before he handed you one before you cast it out.

“Nice cast.” Noah praised.

“Thanks, my family are big fishers. We would go fishing all the time both in childhood and adulthood and we would go out and usually catch our limit. What is the limit by the way?” You asked.

“There isn’t one, we’re on Sungilak Tribal Lands and this whole area and for oh, probably a hundred miles in any direction is still our lands and we don’t have limits on fish or game or anything. So since you are a guest of the clan and have permission from two clan members, you don’t have any limits on anything you catch either and you don’t need any licenses or anything. Our permission and invitation is enough.” Noah reassured you as Sakura beamed proudly at you too.

“Aww, thanks.” You answered, feeling particularly touched by their gesture as you realized this was a great honor. For them to share their birthright like this was incredibly generous. You knew Noah was of humble means, and this was perhaps one of the few things he could share with you and it was incredibly precious.

“Can I get a few pictures of this?” You asked hopefully.

“Sure.” Noah nodded before you took pictures of Sakura sitting next to you in the chair with her little fishing pole, the line hanging off the edge in her sunglasses and snacks and dogs looking pretty as a picture before you got selfies of the two of you and the drop dead gorgeous scenery.

“Smile Noah.” You prompted as you got pictures of him actually fly fishing off the back of the tailgate before he flashed you a brilliant smile and you knew this picture you’d be treasuring for a lifetime.

“Can we have some music?” You asked hopefully.

“Uh, good luck getting a radio channel up here.” Noah replied.

“Not a problem, I have premium Spotify and dozens of playlists downloaded. What do you like to listen to?” You asked as you got your mini portable bluetooth speaker out of your bag and turned it on since it was freshly charged before you got your phone to connect with it and brought up the app.

“Don’t care, listen to whatever you want.” Noah obliged.

“Ok, everyone’s favorite classics- it is.” You decided before you had the phone shuffle on the playlist.

“Ooh,” Noah oohed when a very familiar favorite started to play. Ok, you were officially perfect in his book. Perfect music tastes, perfect cooking skills, perfect mother figure to Sakura, perfect...everything. You were generous and charming without being fake or insincere, you were beautiful and confident and independent and loving and supportive and protective and incredibly intelligent and naturally sweet natured but had enough gumption to not put up with bullshit. You weren’t a doormat and he could only admire and adore all of it. You had every reason to feel like the hottest shit ever but you were humble enough to be unassuming and discrete but there wasn’t a part of you he wasn’t impressed with.

Then the fish started to bite and that’s when the day went from good to great. And what was even better, is because of the cold storage compartment of the plane which was like a walk in freezer/cooler but on an plane with several bins inside to keep things separanted, Noah had the good sense to clean out and line the biggest one with a giant tarp, all you had to do was load the fish into it and they would stay cold until you got home. Very convenient.

“Could you teach me how to fly fish?” You asked as he seemed to be getting better fish and more of them fly fishing than you did.

“Of course.” Noah immediately agreed before he had you use his rod and reel and showed you how it was done and you were over the moon when he wrapped himself around you to do it. His hands over yours to show you where to grip the rod and to feel the warmth radiate off of him and even though it was already comfortable weather wise, with him so close you practically melted having him so close, with his front pressed comfortably to your back and his head and over your shoulder. You wanted to lay your head back and rest it against his chest and just to have him hold you.

Meanwhile Noah felt that this was his opportunity that he had been silently praying for all morning, if he didn’t take the leap now, he was going to regret it. You were here, you were practically in his arms and every instinct was screaming at him to offer himself to you. It was now or never. So it had to be now.

“I didn’t originally want you to meet my family tomorrow as an advisor. It’s not that I don’t want your help with Sakura and her inheritance, because I do, we need it, desperately. But, I really really like you and I want to court you regardless and I wanted you to meet them as my girlfriend rather than advisor.” Noah finally confessed as he just stared longingly at your hair in a ponytail, appreciating all the hues and strands of color in your hair, fantasizing about how soft it would be through his fingers as not looking at your gorgeous face was somehow easier than if he was looking into the very eyes that tortured him when he wasn’t looking at them or the face that lit up his world.

“I know you have your life in the Great Lakes and I don’t want you to give that up and I am never going to ask for you to give that up. And I know looking at the way things are now, it doesn’t seem like we have much of a future and I’ve been afraid to ask you cause I don’t know how this could work. But I want to try to work it out anyway.” Noah confessed as you slowly turned around to look at him. Afraid that you were dreaming or had fainted and were hallucinating.

And you saw hope and fear in his eyes as he bit his lips to force himself not to speak anymore and wait for your answer, it was the same look he had this morning as you felt a little vindication that he did try to ask you this morning but lost his nerve and your heart soared that he obviously felt the same way you did and that it wasn’t all in your head, this was real, he was really asking you out and he really cared for you enough to ask at least as you smiled up adoringly and gratefully at him.

“Sakura,” you called.

“Yeah?” She immediately got up and came over.

“Did you hear your Daddy?” You asked her, just to make sure you didn’t imagine it.

“Yup, I want you to be my Mama too.” She added brightly and you couldn’t help it, you started crying but your smile was brighter than any star.

“I want to be your Mama too Sweetie, more than anything.” You reassured her as you turned out of Noah’s frame and hugged her tight.

“Yes, my answer is a resounding yes.” You finally answered Noah before you pulled him down to your height to kiss him soundly as his arms wrapped tightly around you, the fishing pole long since been put down and practically forgotten as you felt in your soul that this was your last first kiss with him. And boy oh boy was it a good one. Full of love and hope and promise and tasted better than you could have imagined and definitely worth the wait. This wasn’t going to be a passing fling, nope. This was gonna be a forever thing, you could already tell. And you were finally, going to be happy- if only you could make Noah equally happy.

From there, things fell into place even more, you took tons of pictures of you and Noah together and you caught enough fish to fill that whole freezer compartment and thanks to a little on board galley on the plane, you were able to cook up fish for lunch and dinner and the dogs happily ate fish too and by the time it was evening you found yourself sitting on a huge cushion right on the back hatch with Noah sitting behind you with you cuddled into his lap as Sakura was securely nestled into yours and with the big blankets surrounding the three of you and the dogs cuddling over your legs, you were both comfortable and content and Noah must have kissed your temples and cheeks a thousand times as he sat with you. HIs wistful sigh music to your ears as you were sure your own was to his. Even though the day had spurtterd in the beggining, it sure did end perfectly in your book.

Only when the sun was finally setting for the final time did you pack it up. Sakura long since fallen asleep in your arms and with Noah’s help you were able to pack her up in her spot before you helped him get everything ready to go before he flew you to his home.

“So did you want to stay over tonight?” Noah asked hopefully.

“Oh yeah, if you’re sure you want me there, I’ll stay for as long as you’ll have me.” You confirmed.

“Oh I’m as sure as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west,” Noah mirrored since his boner seemed to spring to life at the notion.

“Awesome, I’ll just get the rest of my stuff from Taylor’s house tomorrow, it’s already late but I packed enough that it should get me through the night and into tomorrow, easily. I packed enough clothes just in case I fell into the water, like twice.” You revealed.

“Are you like, always prepared for everything?” Noah asked, his tone light and almost teasing.

“Yes. Long before I was a mom, I was the mom friend. There’s very good reasons why my purse never weighs less than like 9 pounds. It’s because I keep everything in there. Coming up here, I packed two of everything just in case one of something got lost. But turns out the gods knew that there would be two families that would be benefiting from my visit and I couldn’t be happier about the second one.” You beamed.

“Yeah, not to sound weird or anything but since you brought it up, I’ve been praying for the last year and a half for the gods to help me find Sakura a mom and someone who could help us and Sakura has never taken to anyone the way she took to you. And well, I mean I adore you too because if you’ll recall the first time we met, I just stared like an idiot with my jaw on the floor because you are very easily the most beautiful woman I have ever met or known and I was really afraid to say anything after I found out you were an heiress because I didn’t want to make it seem that it was only after I learned that that I was attracted to you. And honestly watching you have a date with Doug was torture for me and I was terrified you were going to fall for…” Noah explained.

“Oh his “charms”,” You snickered a laugh before you pretended to gag.

“Ew, no. He was absolutely ridiculous. Sakura told me in the bathroom that night that his boys pushed her down and didn’t apologize and I was ready to rip his head off. And please don’t be freaked out either but when I hugged her for the first time, I instantly loved her, like the same feeling I had when I gave birth to Skylar and Xander and I got to hold them for the first time and you have that ‘there’s my baby, my most precious possession, I’m gonna love you and cherish you forever and i will kill anything that dares brings you harm’ kind of feeling. And hugging you for the first time felt like hugging home, but it just was one that I didn’t know yet so…” You confessed before you heard Noah sniffle.

“Really?” Noah asked.

“Is that weird?” You asked with a little bit of a grimace.

“Nope, I was praying for that, I was praying for the right woman to love Sakura like her own, and well, me for me, flaws and all.” Noah revealed.

“Well then we are both answered prayers for each other because I was praying for the same thing. Although I’ll warn you, my son Xander will be the hardest to deal with. He’s very practical and rational and unfortunately, very skeptical too. He loves to play chess and cards and do things like negotiate and debate. And he’s way smarter than he should be for his age. He’s the one that likes to have everything figured out and planned before he takes his first step. His room is immaculate and he’s getting into cooking and he actually measures every little thing and me and my ‘eyeball it and measure it with your soul’ kind of thing tend to clash a lot. He will stay up till midnight just doing research for fun. He is very much like his father. He breeds ball pythons for fun and he has all the genetics memorized by heart and he keeps the snake room spotless, all on his own without any nagging or anything like that from me.” You warned.

“Skylar will be eaiser but she’s very emotional and you just have to be really patient. She’s also either super quiet or super chatty, there is no inbetween. She will talk your ears off. Also she wants to bake cookies and cakes and pies. Every. Single. Day. And nothing has enough sparkles or glitter for her.”

“We’ll all find a way to get along, it’s gonna be ok.” He reassured you before he kissed the back of your hand sweetly.

You got back to his home and found a note from his mom. The family would be coming together on Sunday since that’s when most had the day off and that they would be coming to her house for a big family meal and invited you to bring a dish to share if you wanted to.

“What should I bring?” You asked Noah.

“Anything you want, but we got all day tomorrow to figure it out. Come on, let’s get her to bed, and us to bed.” He hinted as he took your hand and led you upstairs as Sakura lay knocked out over his shoulder as he carried her into the house and led you upstairs. He had waited all week to have you by his side physically and he didn’t want to waste another minute of your presence and once she was tucked into bed and her door shut he was on you and walking you towards his room.

And you’d be lying through your teeth if you were to try to deny you weren’t excited about this either. But Noah’s kiss and touch were unlike any other and you were greedily taking everything he could give you and trying to give back in kind and you just needed more...more kisses, more touches, more feel, more contact, more...everything and you don’t know how it happened or exactly when but somehow between him attaching his mouth to yours just outside of Sakura’s room, and him, reaching around you to open his own bedroom door, somehow most of your clothes had come off you as you felt the cool air hit your skin.

Your bra was unhooked in the back and your pants and underwear were already off and by the time he got you into the room and the door shut and thankfully locked, somehow your shirt and bra now disappeared as did all of his clothes except for his socks which he was trying to toe off just trying to get you to his bed since his weeping cock was pressed between the two of you.

Taylor had not been exaggerating. Noah was packing. You knew Ice Orcs were as big as orcs came. But damn. Biggest cock you would ever probably get the pleasure of handling and it was all yours, you could barely wrap your hand around your prize and Noah’s moan was equally delicious and Noah practically ripped the blankets off the bed trying to get into it but when you felt his legs hit the mattress, you pushed him back onto it, and sent him landing on his back with his lower legs hanging off the bed, he was surprised but thrilled all the same and when you nuzzled his heavy sack with your nose and then with the tip of your tongue, he was the one left grabbing the sheets in anticipation.

Neena was ok with receiving oral sex but she hated giving it because she just didn’t like the taste of precum, let alone cum and thought it was gross and always gagged the moment his cock touched the back third of her tongue. So to have you even hint at it was driving him wild and when your tongue licked from the back of his ball sack, through the two balls and to the base then, towards the tip, he was nearly undone. And then to have you kneel between his legs and start sucking him off, his eyes nearly rolled back too far but his answering strangled moan was all you could ever want in response. You knew he didn’t want to wake up his daughter but with just this bit of sucking his body, especially his thighs and stomach was almost shaking and twitching from fluttering so much. It must have been a while for him to receive this kind of pleasure and you were unbelievably pleased that you could give it to him and when you started to gently massage his scrotum and oh so gently scratch at it, he bucked his hips, sending the head of his cock to the back of your mouth before he pulled them back.

“Sorry.” He tried to apologize.

“Don’t apologize Baby, it’s ok, did Neena have a strong gag reflex?” You cooed as you detached your mouth from his length so you could talk to him but your hand stroked him lovingly.

“Uh, yeah,” Noah confirmed.

“Hmm, well I don’t.” You hinted and that was your only warning before you worked on sucking as much of him into your mouth and throat as you could and he pulled so hard on the sheets, they popped off the corners of the bed and the noise that fell from his throat was the best reaction you had gotten yet.

“Zara, please, please slow down or stop, I’m, I’m gonna cum. I can’t cum yet, you’re not, I haven’t pleased you yet.” He whimpered which warmed your heart that he was so concerned about your pleasure.

“Do you only have one round in you?” You posed as you pulled off but nuzzled the cock all the same, giving the blue cock that ended in a pink head some sweet kisses.

“N-no.” He answered.

“Then let me give you this one easy, next one you’ll have to try harder to earn it.” You cooed before you went back to it as your hands stroked up his thighs to his abdomen as he reached down and laced his fingers with yours to hold your hands as your head bobbed enthusiastically as his precum coated your mouth. This had to be the most delicious cock too. His precum was comforting and alluring and just a little zesty, like wildberries, more intense flavor but full what your body craved before you brought his hands up to your face so he could stroke your face which he did before his fingers finally settled into your hair as you wrapped your arms around his hips and shoved your hands between his fine ass and the bed and clawed your hands into his ass as Noah keened in bliss and arched his back off the bed as his fingers tangled in your hair before he got two good fistfuls of your hair and pulled your face closer as you did your best to suppress your own gag reflex as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat.

“Oh gods, oh gods, Zara, Baby, I can’t, I can’t hold on...” he panted desperately as his hips bucked and every other muscle in his body seemed to tense before one last slam and his cock erupted with seed that spilled down your throat as you swallowed around him, your lips suctioning around you just kept swallowing as he whimpered and keened and shuddered his release and he was left a sweaty mess as his body welcomed a few aftershocks as it basked in the afterglow as you made sure you swallowed down every drop of his precious seed before you slowly let it slide out as you pulled away and happily watched as his heavy cock fell to the bed under it’s own weight.

“Good?” You asked as you climbed up his body, kissing trail up him before you settled onto his chest.

“The best, I didn’t think...I didn’t know...it could be that good.” Noah praised having a hard time coming back to his senses. While part of him wondered how much experience you had had to get that good, he didn’t care, you were his now. And he was never going to let you go. That was the best blow job of his life, of the millenium. His mind was blown, his body was officially blessed by having you of all people do that to him.

“Now don’t fall asleep, you have me to please now.” You giggled as you traced a little pattern on his chest as he caught his breath.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he reassured you as he wrapped his strong arms around you and held you tight.

“I love you.” He cooed.

“I love you too.” You easily mirrored. And it felt like the most natural and easy thing to say. And completely truthful too before he cupped your cheek and pulled you further up to kiss him soundly.

“I didn’t kiss you Tuesday because that’s what I did with Neena, I kissed you…” He began.

“I know, same reason I called you Babe on Tuesday, it just felt right.” You reassured him.

“Exactly.” He grinned appreciatively.

“Now, my turn to treat you like the goddess you are.” You growled as he playfully nipped at your neck and ear as you giggled gleefully as he rolled you over and it was his turn to kiss you senseless and mark a trail down your luscious and plump body, making sure to worship all of his favorite curves, from your breasts to your belly which he just adored to your hips and his favorite curve, your mound. Perfectly crowned with curls and dripping in anticipation of him and he took a lot of satisfaction in knowing that he was responsible for this as he settled between your legs before he had you set your powerful thighs on his shoulders and delved in.

Nothing could have prepared himself for this. But you tasted better than anything ever had before. It was sweet and spicy and purely addictive as he delved in and slurped and gave his tongue the work out it had been craving for practically a week as his own hands now cradled your glorious ass to cant your center right where he wanted it and it was your turn to writhe between him and the sheets beneath you.

Andy, truthfully, was not a good lover. He loved and adored your blow jobs but returning the pleasure, he was hopeless. He didn’t know how to please you, because all of his sex education had come from porn and besides pounding his cock into you, he didn’t know what else to do to please you and never bothered to learn.

Noah though? Oh bless this man’s heart, body and soul. Because he was eating you out like you were a seven course feast and he had been starving for most of his life and when he added a finger and then two and found that oh so sweet g-spot and worked it like it was his mission in life and he had been put on this planet for the sole purpose of finding it and working it to perfection while his mouth circled around your clit and sucked hard- it was all over, your legs kicked out and your knees tried to snap shut around his head and clamped his ears to his head as your own hips bucked and your own cry of bliss and ecstasy practically bounced off the walls. This was the greatest oral sex you had ever had the pleasure of recieving. It was official, he was a sex god.

For once you didn’t feel like you were wasting yourself or your gifts on someone. He was deserving, he was worthy. He was amazing and epic and wonderful and you loved and adored him.

“You still here?” Noah teased as he licked his lips as his self satisfied smile beamed up from between your legs. He still had it and he could give you the best gift possible and there was no one more deserving of that- than you, and he did his best and he was happy that you were well pleased with him and his efforts.

“Oh my gods, that was, epic, amazing, perfect. Like I’m trying to keep my soul in my body.” You explained with a giggle as he kissed his way back up your body to your mouth before he kissed you soundly as you wrapped yourself around him as you came down from your own afterglow before he slid right in.

“Oooh, perfect fit.” You purred up at him as he settled into place. You were stretched perfectly but not uncomfortably. Stuffed perfectly full and you melted into the bed when he didn’t pound, but actually stroked himself in and out of you, adjusting the angle of his hips until he found the perfect one for you both and every stroke felt like a blessing he was pouring into your being.

Then he worked up the tempo and the rhythm.

“Please, please don’t stop Noah, I’m so close, I’m so so close.” You begged as you felt your peak draw ever closer as Noah’s own body started to tense up as you clung to him and then that’s when he seemed to lose some semblance of control as his hips went from measured to almost a heinous pace as he started breathing even heavier and more labored as his hold on you grew almost desperate and it was enough to send you over the edge into bliss and when you inwardly constricted and fluttered around his length, it undid him and he came falling after you, pumping your canal so full, the seed had nowhere else to go but to seep out where you were joined as you both breathed heavily, trying to catch your breath as you just held each other as you looked up from the bed through the sky light to see the aurora borealis come out and move messmerizingly across the sky. It was so beautiful. And you were so happy and content to share such an intimate moment with Noah. He was such a gem. This perfect jewel of the north who had been waiting for you to come and find him and cherish him and love him. And you would do your best to do so for the rest of your life.

Once you two fully relaxed you looked around and noticed the bed looked like a hurricane had come through the room.

“Come on, help me make the bed, then we can sleep.” You gently urged him as he begrudgingly let you go and together you made quick work of putting the sheets back on properly and fixed the many layers of blankets before you quickly went pee in the bathroom and at least picked up all your discarded clothes in the hallway and put them in Noah’s room while he went to the bathroom himself before you met back into the bed and cuddled, looking up at the northern lights before you both drifted off to sleep.

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mollymauk-teafleak · 4 years ago

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Quiet

Listen, this is the most self indulgent fic ever but hey, stuff is bad right now and some domestic, about to be parents Jupeter is just what I need right now. Maybe it’s what you need too!

If it is, I’d love if you left a comment or reblogged

Trigger Warnings: trans pregnancy

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The Carte Blanche was never quiet.

An old ship, it constantly creaked and grumbled around the joints, the thick metal skin made brittle noises in the impossible cold of space around them and the vents were always making that low humming noise that everyone on the crew was grateful for because it meant the oxygen calculator was working.

It was never silent, not even now even in what Juno’s instincts and the glow of the SimSun lights told him was the early morning. Not even when he was the only one awake apparently, no one else in the family room or the kitchen, soft snoring coming from the closest bunk which was Rita’s.

He’d always been one for waking up earlier than anyone else, earlier than was really advisable. He’d always been the twin up first, tiptoeing around the creaky floorboards he’d memorised so he wouldn’t wake up Ben in the top bunk or Sarah in her own room. Those few hours had been precious to Juno for a reason he couldn’t name, maybe just because it was the only time he truly had for himself, when he didn’t need to be constantly aware of other people and didn’t have to gear every action towards helping them and being the responsible older brother he was supposed to be.

But thinking that made him feel selfish. So he’d told himself he didn’t know why he liked those still hours where it felt like he was the only person on Mars, when he could make himself a cup of hot tea and take it out onto the fire escape and watch the sun come up.

And then it became a habit. So here he was, thirty years and change later, awake at an ungodly hour that had no sun or shift in light to tether itself to, just the endless punctured darkness of deep space. And he decided to make breakfast, that way there would be some for everyone when they woke up.

The habit of taking care of other people hadn’t died either. Even when his brother and mother had.

Juno frowned, not wanting these unpleasant thoughts to crowd his head, not this early. He focused instead on cracking the eggs into the pan, stirring them slowly with butter so they formed gelatinous clouds, ready to be reheated for when everyone started trickling in. Their next job was a good few days of travel away so this was as close to a vacation as a company of thieves would ever get and no one would be in a rush. It would be nice to have a hot breakfast ready and waiting on a day like that, a day where no alarm had gone off and every hour that stretched ahead was yours alone.

So bread came next, slicing it carefully for big stacks of toast. The long haul stasis bread wasn’t great, chewier and tougher than anything made planetside but it could taste just as good when you dipped it in eggs, sprinkled it with cinnamon and fried it up. That was real vacation, no school, no work food.

He was halfway through his stack of bread when he heard the first footsteps on the tiles, echoing strangely in the metal arteries of the ship. Juno expected Buddy or Jet, who saw every day as a work day whether there was a job in sight or not but he knew who he wanted it to be. And it looked like he was in luck.

Nureyev wore their comforter wrapped around his shoulders, an old shirt of Juno’s that he would never fathom why he’d bothered to bring aboard with him and a pair of shorts. His feet, bare arms and legs would be freezing touching the cold metal but he’d been getting so hot lately that Juno didn’t think he’d care. He wasn’t wearing any jewellery save two of Juno’s string bracelets on one skinny wrist, or even his glasses, no make up and his hair was sleep matted and sticking up wildly.

He was the most beautiful thing Juno thought he’d ever seen.

“Good morning,” he kept his voice low, Nureyev was clearly still waking up, “Little early for you?”

Nureyev yawned, showing his pointed incisors the way a cat would, ambling over and slumping against Juno, “I woke up and you weren’t there. I missed you…”

Juno smiled and inhaled the sleepy, powdery scent of his hair fresh off the pillow, “I didn’t go far.”

“Too far,” Nureyev murmured, kissing his shoulder.

Juno pulled the pan off the heat and turned to hold him properly, slipping a hand past the comforter to touch the secret he knew he was hiding there, the skin tighter than it should be between his hips, the little knot riding low in his stomach. Their secret. Well, theirs and Vesper’s, who’d obviously seen it on Nureyev’s last physical scan and nearly had a heart attack. But she’d promised not to tell anyone else until they were ready.

Juno knew they were just two bundles of formless cells, he’d been doing his research and promptly making himself nauseous when his research went too far. But he was already picturing two impossibly tiny babies, fit to nestle in the palm of his hand, with Nureyev’s always bright eyes and his dark hair, as beautiful as Bianca. In his head, they looked a little like he and Ben had, when they were very small.

Nureyev smiled at his palm on his skin, “They’re awake. I think they get up when I do.”

Juno pouted, playfully and also kind of genuinely jealous, wishing he could feel them too, “Well, tell them I say hi, would ya? Go curl up on the sofa, I’ll bring you a plate over and you’re gonna eat every bite.”

Nureyev pulled a face but relented. The one thing Juno and Vesper had ever agreed on was making sure he abided by the millions of rules for pregnant people.

“Yes ma’am,” he hummed, nudging Juno with his hip as he passed. Making Juno blush was a sport to him and he needed to keep his skills honed.

Juno watched with a fond smile as he went to collapse on the sagging, ratty old sofa that had sat in the family room for as long as any of them had lived aboard. Nureyev tired easily these days and he could often be found nodding or outright dozing on that sofa, even in the middle of meetings. They were going to have to tell people soon, he was worried Buddy was going to fire Nureyev if he did it again.

He was slightly too tall for it, his feet left dangling over the arm of it. Juno grinned, wanting to kiss those skinny ankles and then move up. But not in the family room. Not since they’d been caught in any case.

He turned back to the food, finishing up then piling up a stack of the french toast, all the crispiest and darkest pieces where the syrup had started to caramelise. Nureyev liked when sweet was just starting to turn bitter. He said it was better that way. And tea as well, there had to be tea. Two cups of the decaffeinated stuff that was closer to flavoured water than actual tea but Juno had promised Nureyev he’d stay on it as long as he had to, as an act of solidarity.

Juno brought it all over as carefully as he could, managing not to spill anything, setting it down on the coffee table. As soon as the scent of vanilla and cinnamon entered his nose, Nureyev’s eyes opened lazily and he grinned.

“You’re a real gem,” he sighed, reaching out but not for any of the food, just to wind his fingers through Juno’s, “Being so good to me…”

Juno smiled and brought the fingers to his lips, kissing them lightly, looking up at him with a single dark gold eye full of love, “It’s my absolute pleasure.”

Nureyev was a miracle worker, Juno knew that much. He’d seen him disappear on command, he’d seen him fight his way out of the tightest corners, wear different faces and entirely new personalities as easily as other men would wear a new jacket. He’d seen Nureyev do a thousand things that would make anyone gasp.

But ever since they’d realised he was pregnant, since that day after a job where they’d all gotten a few scrapes and had been crowded into the infirmary, when Vesper’s face had gotten so still and eerily calm and she’d asked everyone but Nureyev to please leave the room, when Juno had stalked the hall outside the infirmary for twenty minutes before he was pulled in to see a stunned, grinning Nureyev and those tiny blurry shapes on the screen.

Ever since then, Juno had been so taken with seeing his dear thief perform such a human miracle. Nothing that would make anyone gasp or stand and stare, nothing with such a theatrical flourish Nureyev was used to. This miracle was performed slowly, with early mornings spent being sick and deep shadows under his eyes and aches and twinges. This miracle was messier and more painful and scarier. But god, when Juno looked at him, he felt like his heart was just going to burst in his chest.

Because it reminded him that Nureyev wasn’t a magician, he wasn’t an angel, he wasn’t a man who could weave starlight or pluck the planets from the sky. He was a human. And he was no less amazing and wonderful and beautiful for that.

Plus, it helped shake off the lingering sense of intimidation Juno still got when he looked at him sometimes. As fun as that could be under the right circumstances.

“What are you thinking about?” Nureyev was sat up now, nibbling on a piece of toast delicately with those pointed teeth of his that made Juno feel funny.

Juno laughed gently, squeezing the fingers he still held.

“Just thinking about how much I love you.”

#jupeter #juno steel #peter nureyev #trans nureyev #cw: trans pregnancy #just some soft #soft gentle times on the carte blanche #don't we all wish we were on the carte blanche and things were all okay #tpp #the penumbra podcast #fic

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ds-ts-smut-fics · 5 years ago

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Sweet On You [Chapter Four]

Summary: Moxiety sugar daddy/sugar baby au [Daddy Patton, baby Virgil, transboy Virgil, switch Virgil, dom Patton, fwb analogical, romantic moxiety, sympathetic Deceit, romantic loginceit], hurt/comfort

Trigger warnings: Nsfw, “female” body parts described on Virgil, everyone- including virgil -jokingly calls Virgil a slut, dysphoria mentions, shitty parenting, lmk if i missed anything

A/N: Sorry for the late chapter!! ~Virgil

When Patton wakes up the next morning, Virgil is gone. On the kitchen counter is a note and a few twenties.

Daddy,

Parents needed me for something, didn’t want to wake you. Text me later.

~Virgil

Yawning, he smiles softly, taking the money and thinking of foods to make with it. "Going to have to do an inventory of the cabinets and go shopping." Soon completing it, he grins, adding to the note with a nearby pen.

My darling baby,

No worries, I've done an inventory of cabinets and headed out for dinner supplies!

~Patton 💙

***

Virgil meets Logan at the cafe they always meet at between classes, finding him at a table near the window. He slouches down in the chair across from Logan, groaning and hitting his head on the table.

Stirring his coffee and raising an eyebrow, Logan hums. "That good or that bad?"

Virgil raises his head long enough to glare and say, “I saw my parents this morning,” and drops his head back down with a painful thump.

Logan's eyes widen. "Fuck."

“One of their business partners or friends or I don’t fucking know, they’re getting married in a few months and my parents were invited to the wedding.” Virgil sighs, pulling Logan’s coffee towards him and stealing some. “They want me to come,” Virgil says after swallowing. “It’s in the next town over, so I’d be with them all weekend.”

"Oh dear… would they accept me as a date and all that? You could take your daddy, but… Could he survive your parents?"

He thinks for a minute. “I don’t know… That they would accept me bringing a date, I mean. Obviously Patton wouldn’t be able to survive my parents."

Arching an eyebrow higher, Logan hums. "Can't survive or you don't want to subject him to…?"

“As far as I’m concerned, he’s never meeting my parents.”

He eyes Logan suspiciously. The bags under his eyes are a little darker than usual, and he seems tired. He keeps zoning out.

“Have you eaten today?”

Humming, Logan waves him off. "Why wouldn't I have eaten? You're being ridiculous again!"

“Logan.” Virgil leans forward- He doesn’t look like he’s in the mood to argue. “Do I look like someone who likes to be lied to?”

Wincing, Logan deflates and rubs his face tiredly. "What day is today? I think I ate an apple on Wednesday and some chips Thursday…"

“I gave you money for dinner last night,” Virgil snaps. He gets up, grabbing Logan’s hand and throwing down some money for the coffee. He drags Logan out of there.

"I forgot until it was too late for places to be open… I'm sorry?" Letting himself get dragged, he stumbles after his friend with a yawn.

“You could have at least gotten some fast food,” he grumbles, ushering him into the passenger seat of his car.

Before he can even blink, Logan’s sitting across from Virgil at a restaurant, a huge plate with big portions sitting in front of him. Virgil ordered for him, and had done it well- It was all of Logan’s favourite foods.

Sighing as he nibbles at the toast, Logan shrugs. "That would have meant leaving the library and thus losing access to a place to sleep."

Virgil stares at him. “Your dorm can’t be that bad.”

Before he can stop his sleepy tongue, Logan laughs. "That implies that my parents sent the school money for me to have a bed in the dorms."

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Virgil looks furious. “You didn’t tell me that! You think if I knew you didn’t have a bed that I’d send you out of the apartment for the night?! What else haven’t you told me?”

Shrugging, Logan eats more toast and eggs. "Told you they cut off everything they could… If it wasn't in my name, I don't have it anymore. So, no car, credit card… nothing but what the scholarship gets me and my savings account? Don't worry about the bed, all the libraries have decent couches and it gets me more study time."

“They took everything?” Virgil is in shock. When Logan told him his parents cut him off, he thought he meant his allowance. As much as his parents couldn’t stand the way Virgil lived, they would never completely cut him off. “Have they even checked in at all?”

Sighing, he nods slightly. "Does yelling count? They didn't stop my cell, so they can call occasionally and 'talk' about me stopping the sugar baby thing."

Virgil rolls his eyes. “Because that’s so easy to do now that you’re fucking broke. You don’t even have a sugar daddy!” He cries. “They just saw the forum app on your phone!”

Blushing, Logan admits softly, "I had been chatting with a daddy… They scared him away and I think he told others that I'm cold and impersonal because my father sent some messages from my phone."

Virgil frowns deeply. “Really? God, I’m so sorry.” He shakes his head. “Well, nevermind that. After we eat, we’re gonna swing by your dorm and grab your stuff. You can have one of the guest bedrooms.”

His head snaps up and he stares like Virgil has two heads. "Really?! But, what about… Patton?"

“Logan,” he laughs, “you’re my best friend. If you think I’m going to let you continue on like you have, you’re fucking crazy. I’m already planning on revenge on you for waiting so long to tell me. If Patton can’t handle you being there, then tough. You come first.”

Blushing, Logan plays with a napkin, grumbling. "It's only been like a month!"

“Eat your food.”

"Fiiine…" Eating slowly to savour it, Logan hums. "So… How'd the date go? Did Patton live up to the expectations?"

Virgil grins deviously. “You have no idea. Lo- He’s perfect. He’s so great.”

Smirking softly, he nods. "A perfect fit, hmmm? Tried him out already?"

“Well, duh, but I wasn’t talking about the sex! I mean, I know in a normal arrangement like what you’re looking for, the sex is kind of important, but-” Virgil shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. “He’s great, Logan. He’s so cute and sweet and funny.”

"Compatibility is important to any relationship. I know it's not the full picture though. I meant to ask how your relationship requirements meshed with what he provided…"

“He’s perfect. He’s so cuddly and affectionate. Between going from the restaurant to my apartment, he bought me a flower.”

Whistling softly, Logan sighs. "Does he have a tall, dark, and handsome brother?"

“Pfft. Maybe.” Virgil laughs. “We’ll find you a daddy. Promise. Just keep checking your profile. Have you gotten any messages today?”

Pulling out his phone, he sighs softly as he checks messages. "A couple… Sound kind of 'used car salesman' type, ick!"

Virgil makes a face. “Yeah, don’t trust those guys, they won’t treat you right.”

Sighing, he deletes the messages. "Yeah…" At some point I'm going to have to, though, just for money.

“Come on.” Virgil covers the bill and the tip, getting a box for Logan’s leftovers. “Let’s go get your stuff. You might not believe me, but your new room has a bed.”

***

Huffing a little, Logan sets down the last box of books. "I'm sorry… I hadn't realized I had this much stuff? I'm a bit surprised that my former roommate let me store them under his bed!"

Virgil just waves him off, starting to clear the guest bedroom’s bookshelf so Logan can fill it with his own stuff. “Not a problem. We’ve got enough room here.”

"True…" Pushing his suitcase and backpack over, he smiles at Virgil. "Still, thank you for extending a welcome? Are you sure it's okay with your new daddy?"

“I’m about to text him right now.” Virgil rolls his eyes. “Honestly, Logan, if he’s not okay with it, I don’t care. I care more about you.”

Anxiety:

I’ve got something to tell you

Patton:

Go ahead, baby… everything okay?

Anxiety:

Logan’s situation was worse than I thought. He’s moving in with me.

Patton:

Oh my, but of course! Does he have any favorites that I should get at the store, baby?

Virgil sends him a list of Logan’s favourite foods, mostly healthy foods aside from his favourite jam, and a little extra money.

Just as he’s about to put his phone away, it rang. His mom’s face comes across the screen, and he holds back a groan as he answered.

“Yeah?”

His mother's half-bored tone rings through clearly. "Darling… do remember your date tonight at the Sea Scallop? 7pm, with Shane…"

“What if I’m busy tonight? You could have let me know ahead of time.”

There's a small huff and the sound of a glass being set down as she replies. "What could you possibly be busy with? You don't study, and Logan knows that your dates come first. You need to find someone, tick tock, darling!"

There are two things that gave Virgil dysphoria faster than anything else. 1- His period, and 2- His mom talking about his fucking biological clock again.

“Hold on. Why the hell would Logan think my dates come before him?” Virgil’s eyes flick nervously to Logan, who’s still unpacking, and now watching Virgil talk curiously.

"His mother said she told him that if he didn't want to marry you then he had to learn to step aside for your dates. Why would a friend be more important than your duty anyway?" The sarcasm on the word friend hung heavy as if implying there was a secondary motive for the relationship or she had trouble believing that anyone could have a friend.

Virgil is at a loss. He has so much he wants to say to her, yet, in this moment, he can’t remember any of it. “Whatever,” he mumbles tiredly. “I’ll be there.”

"Of course you will… Just ask for the Alfred reservation or for Shane's table and be there at 7pm sharp, darling?" Her tone a clear dismissal, she waits for an acknowledgment before hanging up.

“Yeah, whatever.”

Virgil shoves his phone in his pocket and sighs. “I have a date tonight,” he tells Logan. “Just- Don’t tell Patton, okay?”

Sighing, Logan offers a hug. "Okay… he does know, though? About your parents setting you up on dates, right?"

Virgil cuddles into his arms. “I don’t think I’ve mentioned it? That’s a whole, long talk that I don’t want to have yet. We’ve agreed not to be exclusive, though, so I’m not cheating on him or anything. I just don’t want to upset him.” Humming, Logan rubs his back gently. "Not saying it has to be today, or soon… but at some point, tell him? Let him support you, V."

“I mean, what’s the point?” Virgil groans, burying his face in Logan’s shoulder. “It’s not a big deal, who cares?”

Smiling softly, Logan pets Virgil's hair with a hum, leading them back to the bed for easier cuddling. "Perhaps it's because my parents cut me off, but… it could happen to you, too? You should have someone other than me in your corner, someone who can support your voice and give you strength for when they're assholes, V. I don't want you to be alone when facing their bullshit?"

“Logan, if there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that as long you’re alive, I’ll never be alone.”

Laughing softly, Logan nods, pressing their foreheads together. "That's true!"

Virgil grins widely, cupping Logan’s face in his hands and squeezing his eyes shut. Logan never fails to make him stupidly, euphorically happy.

Whistling softly, Patton knocks with arms loaded with grocery bags. "Virgil, my darling? I need a little help!"

Virgil pulls away from Logan, kissing him on the forehead. “Get some rest. I’ll get you when it’s ready.”

Logan nods, settling back on the bed. "Okay…"

Virgil comes back downstairs, helping Patton bring the groceries into the kitchen. “So what are you making tonight?”

Setting bags down, he hums. "I was planning on tofu and veggie stir fry, setting it over rice and making a garlic sauce for it… how does that sound?"

Virgil hums, smiling. “It sounds amazing. I do have somewhere to be by 7, though, just so you know. I only just found out or else I would have told you earlier.”

"Oh! Okay… hmm, I think several of the veggies and tofu can keep for a later time? What kind of a thing, work, parents, or ...?" Putting groceries away, he keeps out his ingredients, starting to wash veggies.

“My parents are forcing me on a business meeting,” he says easily, shrugging It isn’t a total lie…

Nodding, he sets up the pans to start cooking. "Should I wait for you, keep Logan company, or should I head out after food and see you later, baby?"

Virgil thought for a minute. “I think Logan might want some alone time tonight. He’s been through a lot, I think he needs time to digest it. We’ll find time to hang out tomorrow.” Virgil got up to make himself a mug of coffee, humming. “What about you? Are your parents as nightmarish as mine?”

Chuckling as he works, Patton shakes his head. "Nah, I think mine could only be described as wacky hippies? Dad is a therapist and Ma is… a sweet ditz of a housewife?"

“They sound great,” Virgil says sincerely. “I guess they must’ve been, to raise you.”

Blushing a bit, Patton nods, leaning over and stealing a kiss. Virgil’s face turns pink.

Humming into the kiss, he slowly pulls back to stir the veggies. "So, how did you and Logan meet? He seems like a good friend to you!"

Virgil blushes. How was he supposed to explain this? “Well, our parents set us up on a date- Before Logan’s parents cut him off -and we just really liked each other. Only not romantically.”

"Huh! Well, I guess your parents aren't doing too well on being dating help, but I'm glad you found a friend!" Stroking Virgil's cheek, he hums softly. "Are they… They support your identity at least?"

Virgil hesitates. So many landmines to avoid… “Oh, you have no idea about the dating thing.” He forces a laugh. “They’re constantly trying to set me up with people. They get mad if I try to refuse a date.”

"O-oh… They don't know about us, do they?" Squeezing Virgil's hand, he sighs.

“... No,” he says quietly. “And they probably won’t. At least for a while.” God, he was going to end things, wasn’t he? They agreed already to be open, but…

"I can practically see your mind working, baby… relax. It's, it's okay. If it helps smooth things with your parents, you can keep dating them and me." Taking Virgil's hand, he kisses his knuckles.

“It’s not like that,” he promised. “It’s just… A bunch of one night stands, pretty much. Nothing ongoing.”

Looking over Virgil a moment, he nods. "Free meal and sex, nothing more serious?"

“Pretty much.” He laughed. “They’re pretty much just queer kids their parents are trying to unqueer, like me.”

Chuckling, Patton sighs. "Well… I'll try not to be jealous of my baby's other dates so long as you come home to me?"

Virgil gave him a soft kiss. “Of course, daddy.”

Hums, turning the heat down a little as they kiss. "Good boy…"

Virgil moaned softly, pressing closer and winding his fingers in Patton’s hair.

"Mmm~ dinner on hold for now, baby?" Gently grabbing a handful of Virgil's ass, he chuckles.

“As much as I want to say yes,” he checked the time- it read 5:30, “I really don’t have that much time.”

"Why do I feel like cursing your mother?" Kissing him softly, he tucks Virgil into his side as he finalized the sauce, warming the stir fry.

“Should I go get Logan?”

"Set the table first, baby. Then you can get your friend."

Virgil grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you telling me what to do?”

Raising an eyebrow at him, Patton grins. "It's a reasonable request from your daddy, baby…"

Virgil came up to him and chuckled. “I don’t listen to orders,” he said, gave Patton a soft kiss, and went upstairs.

He knew he’d pay for that later.

Snorting softly, Patton set a hand on his hip, planning out a light punishment in his mind as he set the table and got food ready. Virgil came back with his hand in Logan’s, hiding a smirk.

Logan looks between them, seeing his friend's defiant posture and Patton's light frown. "Oh my… You're testing him, aren't you, V?"

“Are you really surprised?” Virgil took a seat at the table, in between Logan and Patton.

Rolling his eyes as he sat, Logan hums at the lovely smell of the dinner. "Not really?"

Patton takes Virgil's plate and fills it, grasping his chin to pull him into a kiss as he sets it down. "You're not leaving your chair until you finish your food, baby boy… and you have earned a punishment for later with that defiance earlier."

Virgil’s face turned pink. “But that portion is huge!”

Leaning close, Patton smirks. "So am I, but we know you can take me, baby~!"

Virgil only blushed harder. “Let’s just eat, before we kill Logan,” he grumbled.

Logan snickers, taking some food and watching the exchange. "Oh, don't stop on my account… this is hilarious!"

Virgil glared at him. “Patton, if you happen to know any daddies, Logan’s looking for one.”

Patton grins. "Oh really? I don't, sadly… well, not any good ones."

“Ah, lame,” Virgil grumbled through a mouthful of food. “He’s been lookin’ for ages.”

"Sorry, love. If I see a decent one, I promise to send him Logan's way?" Patton shrugs, eating his food with a low hum. "Chew before you talk, baby…"

Virgil raised an eyebrow, chewing with his mouth open and then swallowing. “What?”

Patton points with his fork. "Baby, if you don't want to go to this date with a red ass, you best behave! I will take you over my knee and spank you!"

Virgil blushed. “Daddy,” he hissed, “Logan’s right there.”

Patton leans in closer with a slight smirk and pats Virgil's cheek. "Then you best be on your best behavior, love!"

He huffed and continued eating. “Fine.”

Logan giggles, eating with a happy smile.

"Good boy!" Stroking Virgil's cheek, Patton grins and kisses him before turning back to his plate.

Virgil finished eating, watching Patton and Logan interact. He couldn’t help but smile. Logan was the single most important person in the world to him- It meant everything that the two of them could get along. He wanted more than anything to stay, and just hang out with them, but he knew his parents would make him regret it if he skipped out on this date.

“Alright,” Virgil sighed, his plate cleaned. “I’m gonna go get ready. I should leave soon.”

"Alright, baby… Thank you for cleaning your plate. Put it in the sink on your way to get dressed, darling? Oh, and if you don't kiss me before you leave, I will follow you until I get one!" Patton grins, winking at him.

Virgil bit his lip to stop from giggling, hurrying up the stairs. He hurried to throw on clothes that his parents would just barely approve of- A black blazer over a purple shirt with a cat face on it, and some black jeans - sitting down to do his makeup.

Once he had on his signature eyeliner and eyeshadow, he headed back downstairs.

Patton was just finishing dishes when he saw Virgil coming down and whistled. "Wow, baby… C'mere, darling, give your daddy a kiss!"

Virgil grinned and came over to him, cupping Patton’s face in his hands and standing on his tiptoes to kiss him. Leaning in, he hums as he kisses Virgil deeply as he slides his arms around him.

Virgil reluctantly pulled away. “I should get going.”

Nodding, Patton strokes his face. "I know… I'll head home soon after giving Logan a tour of the food I brought for you two, okay? Have a good night and message me when you're home safe, baby boy."

Virgil leaned into his touch, nodding. “Okay, daddy. See you soon.”

Virgil forced himself to pull away. He grabbed his wallet and keys, offered Patton a small smile before leaving for his date.

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robbyrobinson · 5 years ago

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DDLG: Enemies Within (VI)

(A @dokidokiliteraturegirls fanfic)

The girls arrived at the mall as Sayori had told them to. They entered through the double doors of the mall's entrance and scanned the building for any sighting of their missing friend. As they walked, they came upon the map documenting where each department was located. Monika pulled her cell phone out of her pocket beginning to text Sayori. She waited a few seconds before her phone buzzed. Monika immediately opened her messages to read it.

"She says that she's at the food court."

"Which one?" Natsuki asked.

"The one that sells those cute cookie pizzas," Monika clarified. She sighed, her precious little girlfriend and her sweet tooth.

"Well, we should be heading there without haste," Yuri noted.

The group of friends followed the signs leading to the food courts. There was a plethora of food courts to choose from: Philly cheese steak sandwiches; Mexican food; Japanese-style food; the choices were infinite. Waves of people flocked at the food courts. Nothing more but rows upon rows of heads of varying shapes and sizes. Anthy was slightly creeped out by this.

"Do you guys know why all of these people are…shadowy?"

"Oh, that," Monika chuckled, "you know because of the limitations of this game we could not afford to copy and paste random people on the internet into it?"

Anthy shrugged her shoulders. "I take it that they are all NPCs then?"

Monika nodded. "Something like that…just do not look into their soulless eyes for too long; it might drive you insane."

"Whatever." Anthy spotted a taco booth. "I'm feeling like having tacos; you guys want anything?"

"We're fine, thank you," Monika said. Ako had once again forgotten that Monika was a vegetarian. Though to be fair, it was not a topic that Monika would allude to much.

Anthy then turned her attention to Ako. "Anything you want, babe?"

Ako blushed at the sharp-toothed girl. "No, but please come back soon."

Anthy kisses Ako's cheek and started to trot away.

As Anthy walked away, Monika and the other girls slithered through the crowd of NPCs to search for their missing friend. Their movements were met with a rough grunt of annoyance from the customers. "Sorry," Ako said timidly, "we are trying to find our friend."

They rummaged through the waves of blackness until Monika spot the all-too-familiar red bow of her coral-haired girlfriend. "Guys, I found her!"

Sayori was sitting at a table with a big cookie in the middle of it. It was a chocolate chip one that had red icing on it. On the cookie was a message that read "Welcome, Literature Club."

Sayori somehow sensed their presence and looked up. She had a wide smile on her face. "Hey, girls!"

Monika's eyes lit up. "Sayori! I'm so glad you're safe!"

She ran towards the coral-haired girl with her arms outstretched. Before she could scoop up Sayori into an embrace, Sayori inched herself away out of Monika's reach. Monika opened her eyes seeing that she was hugging thin air. It perplexed her.

"Sayori? What's wrong?"

Sayori reflexively reaffirmed her smile. "Oh, it's just that I was worried that you would misstep and accidentally fall on top of our cookie."

Monika stared at the cookie. Monika nodded her head trying to understand but she nevertheless felt hurt by Sayori's sudden coldness with her. "I guess that makes sense. You got the baker to write that down?"

"Yep! Enjoy, everyone."

The big cookie was already sliced up leaving the girls to merely take a slice out of it. It started off with Natsuki taking a piece and eating it. Yuri followed suit, then Ako. Monika was the last one to partake of it. Lifting it to her mouth, she could not help but notice that Sayori was closely looking at her. Sayori's bright, blue eyes became darker. Throughout all this, Sayori said nothing; she just concentrated on Monika.

"Uh, Sayori," Monika said, "you are kinda creeping me out."

Sayori blinked and shook her head. She smiled again, but her smile had become artificial and disconcerting. "Oh, I just hope that you especially enjoy it!"

"Oh, okay then."

Monika bit into her cookie slice. Before she could take a second bit out of it, there came loud rioting. "What the?"

The taco booth was utterly decimated. Anthy was sprawled on the floor in a daze with her tummy bulging out. She felt a nauseous spell wash over her. The owner of the booth was painfully mad shouting different words in Hispanic. From the way he was reacting, they were most certainly obscenities.

"Looks like Anthy ate all of the tacos," Monika groaned. She got up from her side of the table and began to walk over. "You guys, I'll be right back. I have to fix this problem before the mall cops get called in."

With Monika gone, Yuri, Natsuki, Sayori, and Ako were left. "Oh, this reminds me," Ako said, "are you learning how to make cakes now, Yuri?"

Yuri nodded faintly. "That's correct. After a few trial and errors, my cute little girlfriend helped me to master it."

Natsuki nodded. "You're doing great, dear. You came a long way from when you accidentally made a salad from butter, eggs, and the like."

"Wait, how did she make a salad out of eggs and butter?" Ako asked.

"That's—not something I am fond of thinking about," Yuri said. She lowered her head in shame.

"Oh, okay, sorry," Ako replied unaware that it was still a fresh wound from Yuri's end.

Natsuki got up from her seat and allowed her eyes to scan her surroundings. "Since I am here, I need to talk to Sayori for a minute."

Sayori was too invested with eating more of the big cookie, she almost did not hear her. "Hm?"

"Oh, dearest me," Yuri replied, "is it something alarming, cupcake?"

"There's nothing to worry your pretty little head about."

Sayori got up from her seat and followed the pink-haired girl. "What's going on?"

Natsuki turned and looked sternly at her. "Follow me to the clothes department."

A sudden course of events. Sayori batted her eyelashes. "Sure?"

Entering the clothes department, the two girls walked past clotheslines centered around feminine clothing. Sweaters; dresses; summer and winter outfits some frilly, others…somewhat revealing. Natsuki skimmed through some of the clothes her cheeks becoming tomato-red. Sayori did not take much notice, becoming bored immediately.

"Natsuki, what do you want of me?" she finally asked.

"You know that my anniversary with Yuri is coming up, right?"

Sweat beat down from Sayori's forehead. "Sure…sure I do."

"I was wanting to get her something special. Every time we walk with each other, she would notice this scarf." She pointed to a scarf. "It's a lavender colored, fluffy one. It really brings out my darling's eyes, does it not?"

Sayori waved her hand to indicate that she was still listening. Natsuki expectantly responds back. "Do you think she'll love it?"

"Sure. It looks good." Sayori answered.

Natsuki sighs happily. "Thanks, Sayori, I knew I could count on you."

Natsuki takes the scarf of its hook and gathers it in her hands. As they were on their way to the front to check out at the cash register, Natsuki stopped.

"Natsuki?" Sayori said confusingly.

Natsuki's eyes widened. She was lost in spiraling thoughts for before her were some cute clothes that typically would fit her style. Her eyes were glued on the clothes. Natsuki's throat started to close. She gripped at her collar. The clothes were giving her feelings of discomfort, and yet, she was fixated on them.

"Uh, Earth to Natsuki," Sayori repeated. That time it snapped Natsuki out of her trance.

"What? What is it?"

"You seemed to be obsessed with those clothes," Sayori pointed out.

"It's nothing," Natsuki insisted.

"Natsuki," Sayori emphasized.

Natsuki crossed her arms. "Can you keep a secret?"

The two girls walked into the dressing room. Selecting the last open stall, Sayori closed the door behind them. "You aren't going to propose to me?" Sayori snickered.

She stopped laughing when she saw that Natsuki was fidgeting. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Go ahead," Sayori said, "we are already in this stall, so hurry it up."

Natsuki sighed. "Okay then." She inhaled deeply and exhaled. "The truth is I was biologically born a boy."

Sayori's eyes widened. "Oh my god, does Yuri know?"

Natsuki covered Sayori's mouth. "Shush! Not so loud! But yes, Yuri does not know. We are not that far in my relationship that she knows my dark secret."

Sayori rubbed her chin. "Are you…like having that preop thingie?"

Natsuki silenced her again. "I am hoping so. If you are going to ask about my Dad…he knows that I identify myself as a girl…he is…conflicted about it, but I want to make my own decisions."

Sayori nodded her head. "Do you think that it is wrong for you to keep such a bombshell from Yuri?"

Natsuki frowned. "I will tell her. Slowly but surely until I feel the time is right."

Natsuki sighed in relief and reached out to open the door to the stall. The coast was still clear when the two exited the stall. They both walked to the front of the department and placed the scarf on the counter. The cashier scanned the barcode and added the sales tax to it. Natsuki pulled out a pink coin purse to give the cashier the right amount. With that done, the scarf is inserted into a shopping bag and is given back to them. "Have a good day."

Sayori and Natsuki exited the department seeing that Monika had worked her magic again and reassembled the destroyed taco booth. Yuri looked at them and smiled. "Everything is going swimmingly, do not worry!"

Sayori and Natsuki chuckled and walked towards them. Natsuki leaned in and whispered into Sayori's ear. "Remember that it is a secret only me and you know."

"Relax, Natsuki," Sayori assured her, "I would never tell anyone about your secret."

Behind her back, Sayori had crossed her middle finger over her index finger. Yuri naturally noticed the bag in her little girlfriend's hand and inquired her of it. Natsuki simply stated that it was a surprise that she knew she would enjoy.

#ddlc #doki doki is not oki doki #doki doki literature girls #doki doki literature club #anthy #ako #fanfiction

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fan-fantasies · 6 years ago

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I’m Here

A/N: This takes place during IW but no real spoilers. Changes the story a bit but that’s all really. Hope you enjoy! -H

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Angst and fluff

Warnings: Violence

Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Italics are flashbacks

You watched as Steve paced around the conference room at the Wakandan palace trying to make a game plan to take on Thanos. You were all on edge while waiting for the grape of doom to storm the castle. None of you really knew how to fight him other than giving it your all on the battlefield.

“Has anyone heard from Tony? Or Thor maybe?” He asked, answered only by sighs and mumbled no’s. You thought about where they could be, if they were even alive that is. You didn’t know much about Thanos other than he was ruthless and was trying to take over the universe.

He actually made you miss Loki, who only had simple wishes to take over the world. Rather than taking over the world, he ended up taking your heart and crushing it. Your thoughts about the trickster drowned out Steve who was talking about the same strategies you had been over a hundred times.

You met Loki back when he tried to take over Earth and you were tasked with guarding him in his cell. The two of you would argue back and forth about everything but it seemed almost lighthearted.

The second time the two of you met was when he was bringing Odin to Earth. Dr.Strange had alerted you to his presence so you hunted him down until you found him saying goodbye to the unfamiliar old man.

“Hello again, (Y/N),” he smirked when he saw you approaching him. “Miss me?”

“I thought you were dead, yet here you are on my planet once again. You can see how that is a bit alarming, right?” You asked, your hand ready on your knife.

“How about we get some of that coffee you love so much and we can catch up, darling?” He asked with a charming smile.

And catch up you did. He spent a few weeks on Earth with you because time worked differently on Asgard. You had promised not to meddle in his business simply because Thor was already preoccupied with the infinity stones.

So the two of you spent a lot of time together, getting to know the man beneath the god. You grew fond of him after the first week, and after the second you were completely smitten.

“How would you like your eggs this morning, my dear? Scrambled or fertilized?” He asked, making you spit out your coffee.

“What?!” You nearly yelled, a blush rushing to your cheeks.

“I’m only kidding, darling. It’s a joke that I saw on that outernet thing you showed me,” he informed you as you tried to dry your mess.

“You mean the internet, genius?” You snorted. He looked confused for a moment but nodded. “And scrambled is fine.”

“The other offer still stands,” he winked before pecking your cheek on his way by.

By the end of your time together you knew you had fallen in love with him. He claimed to share your feelings and the two of you promised to figure out how to make it work. It’s not like the two of you could text when he was gone and you couldn’t just leave earth...not that he offered to take you with him.

That was the first red flag for you. You were expecting him to offer to whisk you away to Asgard, but he didn’t. You would have said no anyway, but you still would have liked the offer.

The second red flag was how he never actually kissed you on the mouth. He would kiss your cheeks, forehead, and just about anywhere else, but never your lips. Even when you were saying your goodbyes, it was quick and almost emotionless.

The next time you saw him he was with Thor. They were looking for Odin and you were one of the ones that knew where he was. When you saw him, you almost had a heart attack.

“Loki? What are you doing here?” You asked, looking between him and Thor.

“Lady (Y/N)! How good to see you!” Thor grinned as he enveloped you in a hug.

“Hey, how ya doing, big guy?” You chuckled when he set you back down on the ground.

“I’m good! We’re looking for Odin because Loki seems to have misplaced him,” he rolled his eyes when he motioned to his brother.

“I didn’t misplace him, he just isn’t where I left him,” Loki mumbled.

“Well, it has been quite a while since you left him,” you told him, not trying to hide your annoyed tone.

“I know it has been,” he said quietly so only you could hear him. Thor was busy looking around to notice the two of you getting closer. Loki pressed a kiss to your forehead and you let out a breath that you felt like you had been holding in for the longest time. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you whispered.

“(Y/N), that Strange man said you would know where our father is. Is this true?” Thor asked, causing the two of you to jump apart.

“Um yeah, I do actually. He’s in Norway,” you answered.

“Can you take us there?” He asked. You nodded, not wanting to see Loki go.

“You uh left your umbrella in the other room,” you cleared your throat, hoping he would go get it so you could talk to Loki again. Thor looked between the two of you, you looking hopeful and Loki looking nervous. He nodded and went into the other room, even though he didn’t have to.

“It’s nice to see you again, darling,” he told you, placing his hands on your waist.

“Why haven’t you been back?” You asked getting right to the point.

“I’ve been busy...board meetings and security councils. I was the king, I had to make sure my people were taken care of,” he explained.

“I see,” you sighed. “What’s going to happen now that Thor is back?”

“I’m not sure. I guess we will have to wait and see,” he shrugged.

“I seem to do a lot of waiting,” you mumbled. He went to say something else but Thor came back and interrupted.

“Ready?” He asked the both of you. You nodded and put one hand on each of the gods.

“I’ll see you later,” you told them. Before anyone could say anything else, you had teleported them to Norway.

“Earth to (Y/N),” Nat snapped you out of your trance. You shook your head and looked around the room. Everyone was staring at you, Steve giving you a disappointed scowl.

“As I was saying...we have to go and get ready. Get your weapons, make sure you know your job, and get in the right frame of mind,” he said, looking at you with the last one. You gave him an apologetic smile before getting up. You knew you shouldn’t be thinking about Loki, but you couldn’t help it.

You went and grabbed your gear; a katana and your multiple other knives and daggers. It was a trait that you and Loki had bonded over. You were both skilled with knives and would often give each other pointers. Thinking of your knives brought back the memory of the last time that you saw him...

“We’ve had a perimeter alarm go off, we need to go now!” Sam yelled as he poked his head into your room. You quickly shook the thought from your head and ran after him, joining with the rest of your team. You took ships out to the battlefield and formed a giant wall of soldiers. If you were going to die, you were going to put up one hell of a fight.

You all charged forward but instead of running you used your teleportation powers to transport yourself to the front lines. You threw the enemies off their rhythm and killed a fair amount. You tried to make sure your teammates were well taken care of as well as making sure to watch your own back.

The more enemies you killed it seemed like twice as many would show up. You did your best to be everywhere at once but you got caught in a particularly nasty group of enemies. Your katana ripped through flesh and bone, daggers flying out in every direction, but they were gaining the upper hand.

Just when you thought you were going to have to give up the fight, a flash of lightning appeared in the sky. Out of nowhere, Thor, Loki, a raccoon and a tree appeared. Wait... a raccoon and a tree?! You did a doubletake to make sure you weren’t just seeing things. You jumped over to them and started fighting alongside them. With the strength in your numbers, you quickly took out your section of bad guys.

“We need to get to the forest! Thanos is headed that way!” Sam yelled as he flew overhead. Everyone started to follow him but before you could teleport Loki shouted your name. Before you could turn around, he threw a dagger past your head. You whipped around to see a dead body behind you, surely one that was going to kill you only moments before.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, still jolted from seeing him and almost dying, only to have him save you. How ironic was it that the man that crushed you would be the one to save you.

“Loki, is that you?” You whispered, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

“It is, my love,” he smiled as he sat on the edge of your bed.

“You came back,” you smiled, sitting up and stretching.

“I had to see you. So much has happened and I needed to see that you were okay.”

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” You asked. You reached out to touch him but your hand when through the apparition. You kept trying to touch him, then tried to wake yourself up from the dream, but nothing worked. “You’re...you’re not actually here?”

“I’m sorry...there’s no easy way to say this but I’ve decided not to return to Earth. I’m going to stay on a planet called Sakaar,” he sighed as he looked down at the floor.

“So that’s it then? I guess I just don’t matter to you anymore,” you tried to hold back the tears.

“You do matter...it’s just easier this way. I’m sorry,” he told you before disappearing into thin air, leaving you feeling empty and crushed.

“Did you hear me?” He questioned, snapping you from your thoughts. You shook your head no, too upset to even look at him.

“We need to go. I’ve got your back and I need to know that you have mine,” he repeated, stepping closer to you.

“Yeah, I’ve got your back,” you mumbled. “I’d offer to teleport you but you’re probably not even really here.” You rolled your eyes and prepared to jump when you froze, feeling a hand on your arm.

“I’m here,” he said quietly, grasping you tighter, not feeling your warmth for over a year. You let out a gasp and turned to him. “How could I not be here with you when the universe might be ending?”

“You didn’t seem to care when you decided to stay on Sakaar so I don’t see what’s different now,” you snapped, ready to jump without him.

“I love you! I always have but I was scared! But right now that’s not what’s important. We need to defeat Thanos,” he said, moving closer. Before you knew it his lips were on yours and sparks were flying...or maybe it was limbs and blood was the battle around you but you weren’t sure. “I just had to do that in case we die.”

“Well let’s not die so we can do it again,” you chuckled before jumping the both of you into the forest to meet with the rest of the team that was just arriving. You weren’t sure what the future held, or if there even was going to be a future, but you were certain that you could face anything with Loki by your side.

A/N: I finished this at like 3am so it probably sucks lol sorry

Requests are open

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beevean · 7 years ago

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So what are your overall thoughts on Forces storywise? Positives and negatives? Where do you think the story ranks in the series?

Maybe it’ll be easier to just list positives and negatives (warning: long post):

Positives:

- Even by watching a low-quality stream of the Switch version, I can say the game looks gorgeous. It does suffer a bit from the Adventure 2 syndrome, where the art direction can bet too dull for you to appreciate the graphics, but some stages are breathtaking. Egg Gate in particular looks amazing.

- While the plot on its own doesn’t belong in this section, I appreciate the simple fact that they actually dared to break from the lighter and softer approach that’s been going on since 2010, and the fact that they remembered that the cast isn’t just made of Sonic, Tails, Eggman, Orbot and Cubot. The concept was awesome! The tone was perfect, serious but not depressing and too try-hard! There was some action! It’s a step in the right direction, and I hope people will criticize the plot for the right reasons and not because “lol sonic shouldn’t try to be edgy”.

- Shadow will be playable. Even if he’s at his core “Sonic with a OP Light Speed attack” this is very important.

- While at first I was annoyed at seeing old levels again, I’m actually happy with what they’ve done. They’re not just rehashes, they’re treated like actual dynamic environments. Green Hill is not just “hey remember this level”, it’s a place dear to Sonic that was ruined by Eggman. Chemical Plant is also ruined and repurposed as a space port, almost like a Sonic CD Bad Future. Only the Death Egg is pretty much the same, although I admit, the Classic level using the same gimmicks as the S3&K version was a nice touch that I forgave because it made sense in-universe.

- The dialogue! Aside from a couple of stupid lines, mostly by Sonic, there was no trace of childish, jarring humor, nobody was OOC or treated as simple comic reliefs, and the interactions between characters were genuine and believable. Some parts kinda reminded me of the Boom cartoon. “See, Infinite, now we het to know each other! So what’s your favorite color? Do you enjoy long, romantic walks on the beach? What’s the source of your powers? You can skip the first two questions if you like” “Maybe he’ll have more friends if he stopped talking about himself in the third person.” (maybe I just have a bad sense of humor idk :V)

- Eggman and Knuckles were perfect. We didn’t see them a lot, but their characterization was on point. Knuckles was just full of charisma and he radiated confidence, a far cry from the butt monkey he’s been since Sonic X. And Eggman was actually smart, with some clever ideas like having backup sources for the Phantom Ruby, rightfully chewing out Infinite for not killing Sonic, and… well, we didn’t see it, but I like the idea of him keeping Sonic alive in his cell just so he could see what happened to the world thanks to his absence (that’s perfect fanfic fuel). And Mike Pollock managed to sound badass in certain parts. “The sun will fall upon you. Boom! The end. Your pathetic lives… are over.”

- Speaking of Pollock, the voice acting was some of the best in the games this far. I can count on a single hand the times someone sounded fake or unconvincing (mostly Silver, sadly, and Sonic was a bit oscillating). I think I gushed about Liam O’ Brien enough, he clearly had so much fun with Infinite. I can’t wait to hear the Japanese version

- And finally I love Infinite way more than I should. His design, his voice (especially his voice

- I like that thing Infinite did in Capital City. You know, when he mind raped everyone in the city by conjuring those abominations of nature. That was a clever use of his powers.

- The last shot of the game, with the Resistance hideout shining under the sun’s light and a single flower at the center, with the instrumental version of the credits’ song in the background, is honestly moving. Even after the huge disappointment that was the ending, this part made me feel satisfied and like I accomplished something (and I didn’t even play myself). It reminds me of Wiosna from Katawa Shoujo, and if you played it you know how it feels to hear that music after finishing a route.

Neutral:

- The scrapping of lives. I’ve seen people complaining that it makes the game too easy, but

1) there’s still some punishment if you lose a life, just like in Unleashed the timer doesn’t reset and of course you lose all your Rings, so if you die you can kiss that S rank goodbye;

2) lives have been pointless since the introduction of save files. Let’s be honest, when was the last time you got a game over in a game that saved your progress? And what was the punishment for a game over? At worst you just have to restart the level you died in.

So while I’m not particularly happy, I’m not disappointed either and I welcome the change.

- The music. I put it here because it’s kind of a mixed bag, there are tracks that I hate with a passion and tracks that I can’t get enough of (and I’ve only heard a tiny fraction of the whole OST). So overall I would say it’s average-to-good.

I really wonder why they’re insisting of forcing Ohtani to compose whole soundtracks - the guy is seriously talented and I admire his work, but why can’t he be helped by someone else? I know Kenichi Tokoi and Naofumi Hataya also worked on the soundtrack, but afaik their roles are minimal.

- The Avatar himself. I’d enjoy the idea a lot more if 1) they talked, and 2) the characters stopped shilling them just a tiny bit, especially since everyone else was relegated to the background. Still, the concept of a muggle wanting to help the heroes is cool, as it goes against that sort of “elitism” in the Sonic series. And I just grew too attached to Gadget the Wolf :)

- The level design, the thing people trashed for months on end… it’s okay. Is it good as Generations’? Absolutely not. Is it bad? I don’t think so, because when I think “bad level design”, I think of Knuckles’ Chaotix and Sonic CD.

Forces is inoffensive in this regard. On one hand, it’s not as linear as it looked like, there are multiple paths and some nice platforming sections. On the other, the 3D parts are few, short and in general not that engaging, and yes, Classic Sonic’s stages are supported by too much automation because the physics engine can’t handle him apparently. In short, if you’re okay with shallow fun and you thought Colors was fine, then you’ll be okay with Forces. (and while we’re not supposed to judge the developers as people, considering the level designers were all newbies I’d say they did a good job)

Negatives:

- the fact that you can’t recollect your rings unless you’re playing as the hedgehog Avatar. That just flies against the very core of the Rings concept.

- The sheer lack of “show, don’t tell”. Most of this game is just told, in fact most part of the plot is told via walkie talkie convos. The majority of the cast is just there to comment and guide the characters during the levels, only Silver is shown actually doing something. The most offensive example is how Eggman conquering the world is “shown” by a simple text box (people are already speculating it’s another sign of troubled production). And we don’t even see that much of the conquered world, either, aside from City (no seriously that’s the name of the area).

- What happened to you, Tails? What happened to the boy who wanted to be more than Sonic’s sidekick? Why the mere sight of Chaos 0 sends you into a panic when you fought Chaos 4 before? Why thinking Sonic is dead makes you “lose it”, when the same thing happened twice already (or once, if you want to discard ‘06) and in both cases you were devastated but still managed to kick ass? Why are you just an exposition fairy? Who hates you that much in the writers’ team? :(

- THE. RUSHING. Oh my god I could rant for hours about how the game not only is too fast-paced, but outright misses chunkes. I already mentioned the text box part, but what about the part where Infinite sends Sonic and the Avatar into null space… and they get out of there in literally ten seconds? What about Fake!Chaos and Fake!Shadow being dispatched like that, without even the simples of boss fights? What about Silver, Shadow and Omega just appearing out of nowhere? What about the “fake sun” plan being thwarted simply by the Avatar after less than ten minutes? What about the relentless teasing of Infinite’s origins, all culminating in a big fat nothing (he didn’t even take off his mask for fuck sake)? What about Eggman just vanishing after the final boss? What about the fact that two thirds of the final boss are rehashes, and at this point I’m seriously insulted by seeing Egg Nega Wisp for the third time?

- Going hand-to-hand with the rushed plot, the wasted potential. Sonic gets tortured in isolation, so you’d expect some consequences to his characterization. Nope! Not even a reveal that he was just hiding his fear by acting tough. Why are Shadow, Chaos and Zavok on Eggman’s side? Lol, they were just illusions, the real Shadow is fine and the others just don’t appear. All the cool hints about a tragic past for Infinite in his own song? Nothing mentioned in-game. He’s an experiment, that’s it. The connection with Mania? Just an excuse to justify the presence of Classic Sonic, whose only purpose in the plot is to snap Tails out of his depression. This game is just begging, “Rewrite me, please!”, and if I could write decently I’d do it myself, I’m that disappointed.

- What’s the deal with Aqua Road? It’s the only gimmick level in the game and it looks like the unholy child of those horrible bingo tables in Bingo Highway and this part in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban for PC.

- Very minor, but if Eggman could see the fake sun, that means he would’ve been incinerated too. Considering how smart he was otherwise, that seems like a huge hole in his plan.

That’s everything I can think of. So, in conclusion, the game is generally good but overall mixed, and I dread the coming of November 7th because I can’t even imagine the kind of reception this game will get (and since it’ll come right after Super Mario Odyssey I don’t think it will sell well :\).

I would personally play it if I had the chance because the game doesn’t look broken, boring or frustrating, and if I can manage to have fun with ShTH Forces will definitely be entertaining :V but it’s clear something went seriously wrong during the production and it feels like there are bits of the game missing, bits that could’ve elevated the quality from “good” to “excellent” - which is also why I hope Sonic Team doesn’t throw everything away but keeps the good parts and expands on them to create an even better game next time.

So if you’re planning on getting Forces, ask yourself what do you want to see in a Sonic game, because that’s the thing that makes the difference between “it’s not perfect but I can have fun with this” and “this game is absolute trash and Sonic doesn’t deserve this”.

#sonic the hedgehog #sf spoilers//#long post #fullysowerewolf

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hasansonsuzceliktas · 5 years ago

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About Past Lives…

As far as I remember, I always had vivid and powerful dreams that woke me up screaming and sweating-cold-scared in the early hours of the morning. I can divide these dreams into four or so recurring cycles. The very first cycle of repeated dreams was seeing myself as a shining angel falling down from high in the heavens in a torch of raging darkening flames, ending deep in pain and anger. The second cycle of dreams is happening in the Warring States period in China, acting as an officer of the rising Qin Emperor, battling at the boundaries of the ever-growing empire. Scenes of sand, and bloody battles haunted me, leaving this bitter taste of death on the tongue. Striking flashes where I see my-self riding my faithful horse and making my way through my sword in ransacked palaces with burning curtains in the blind winds of the night. The last waves of powerful images came showing me riding down a mountain with my fellow warriors. I can see the ever-green trees and down the misty valley we were heading. My left hand gantlet was holding an eagle with a blindfold on its head and my right hand‘s gantlet holding the reins controlling my horse carefully descending the mountain slope. The last image is seeing an arrow hitting me in the throat and blood invading my vision, shutting down this cycle of dreams. A third cycle of dreams was always in the settings of a central Asian shrine surrounded with old tombs that had for some key shapes. I was always finding myself walking through towards a green mausoleum and entering the room that had beautiful calligraphy in its circular ceiling, seeing a black stone encrusted on the wall and touching it made me swallowed into a secret room, where an old bearded man in white or black regalia would welcome me and teach me until dawn where I find my-self waking up radiating a communicating joy. Lesser important recurring cycles often showed a small fishing town with a luna-park wheel at its outskirt, a stone manor house on a hill above the sea, an old school with its buildings and common dormitories houses, different family houses with their specific architecture, gigantic cities with endless stairs, buildings and suspended exotic gardens, all in which I was strolling, always searching for something or someone. There, in these places, I saw my-self flying and doing things impossible in the wake of reality but very common and natural in these lucid dreams. What fascinates me in these places I grew to know intimately is that they had buildings, houses, gardens, etc., non-existent in reality but very present, active and integrated in the buzzing of my dreams. I can still feel the cold wind and atmosphere in the attics of a family house, often other time wandering and opening secret passages or doors being revealed to me, finding complete furnished levels in areas and buildings that are not supposed to exist, according to its current familiar occupation plans, and discovering subtle and invisible presences, sharing with me their pain, anger or sorrow but also their joys and giggles. These vivid encounters left a strong impression in me, such as the very particular libraries and archives I keep dreaming of with subtle beings, with great care, either showing me illuminated books or leading me to caches, one could never guess they were there, where I find some hidden esoteric treasures. The crystal clarity of these lucid dreams with its amazing wealth of details leaves a striking impression of reality and truth difficult to brush away, once awaken. In my young adult age, I grew pretty much convinced of the reality of my dreams and that I had lived these very lives, as a fallen angel, as a Chinese warrior, and other dwelling avatars. All of these ‘personalities’ becoming an integral part in my layered growth into adulthood. Now that I am getting closer to my fifties, I wonder… When incarnate into a new life, our soul forgets all about the past one, not to say the previous one, so to give us the best chance to focus on this life’s assignment and challenges without having to also take into consideration discording foreign influences. Here is the amazing process:

The body we inherit at birth is composed of cells that the universe keep recycling since its creations (Elena, a dear friend of us, Nalan and Nico, would say that the universe has to be economic- nothing is wasted and everything is re-used-as there is, involved, always the same amount of matter created without addition since the big bang). Some of these cells we inherit may posses commonalities such as common origin in time places and behavioral occupations. These cells have memories of their past occurence and if awakened prematurely, they will influence us through the dynamic of the dark and white matter. These commonalities can be grouped into clusters with more or less important ‘egregore’ (an egregore is an energy pool created by a grouping of individuals bounded by a common aim), capable of independent manifestations influencing our functioning, reasoning and personality. So much influencing us, that we believe that they are indeed the result of our very own being, when they are only taking over, as the most influential cluster of a pack of many, fighting for control. Mister Gurdjieff, says that we have ‘many I’s competing as long as we do not have a more centered and permanent I, as true expression of our inner self. These I’s, of more or less clustered size, taking control over us make us do things and live actions and even-whole-lives that can be very different from what our very incarnations are designed for, making us miss the very purpose of our presence on earth. The Gurdjieffian ‘self observation’ exercise is an example of what to do, so to separate what is ours from what is not. ‘Give back to Cesar what is his’, etc…When we are discriminating and keeping only our very own, we grow a more permanent ‘I’, more focused into its goals and aims, that has the vision of the whole, thus offering a more coordinated and holistic approach to our lives. Then the next challenge is to balance the powerful forces of the elemental that also have a great negative inpact into our very actions and behaviors, when not understood and delt with accordingly, so to provide a balancing momentum. The 4 elements are the essential components of our bodies and each of us, receives a setting unique and that needs to be understood, so to be responsive to its energetic dynamic. People have fire as a dominent element, are called coleric, as fiery beings. The people having water as a dominent element are called phlegmatic, as watery beings. The people that have air as a dominent element are called sanguine, as airy beings and finally the people having earth as their dominent are called melancolic, as earthly beings. From cold and humid to hot and dry, our temperaments are the reflect of the dynamic balance of these elements. Any distortion, unbalance and immediate pathological effects can be observed. Any unbalance of the elements are immediately providing fuel-power to the never-ceasing appetite of the dark and white matter.

So what is so special with this matter? It also comes from the initial matter that is composing the cosmic egg, our universe made possible by the sacrifice of the closest angels second to God, and this matter has imprisoned sparkles of the divine light (the qliphots) and divided into two groups, the white matter that is of a negative polarity and tends to dissolve everything (the Thanatos of the ancient Greeks), and the dark matter that is of positive polarity and tends to coagulate everything (the Eros of the ancient Greeks). We find ourselves between two intimate opposites, one that ‘wants’ and one that ‘doesn’t want’, thus influencing also our likes and dislikes in very subtle ways that we even think they are our very own, when in reality they are not. How much is our very own, how much comes from both the buzzing of our leading clusters and the self-expressions of our dark and white matter? So to say simply: How much are we ‘our-selves’, to the core? If we now examine my dream cycles mentioned above to the light just shed, we can already draw some logical conclusions: The first cycle with the fallen angel and the rage, anger and pain is actually the older cluster of cells that is remembering the traumatism of non-matter coming into being, the original shock of existence (out of non-existence) that brought pain and longing due to the experience of duality, the separation from the source, the Tree of life. At birth, we are expected to see further than the obvious surrounding us and within us, we have to learn how to discriminate the useful from the useless and grow the quality of prediliction, that is keeping what is beneficial to our development and natural functioning to the expense of the many, divisive and damageable only seeking survival influences. In the setting of my incarnation, I have been given a lot, that is there to serve if, and only if, I understand its function.

The ‘dark angel falling’ dream cycle is there to help me remember that I need to reconnect to the source and for this I can use this very cluster, activating its nostalgy for the source. As the Qur’an says: ‘ Remember me, I will remember you’. We are initiating the communication, using some how the energy and the possibility of a line back to the source. As for the ‘Chinese warrior’ dream cycle , its gift is for me to taste and understand qualities such as Honor, Justice, Service and Devotion, being taught the dreadful consequences of Shame, Iniquity, Selfishness and Pride. We are taught, if we know how to make sense out of these messages we get through the lucid dreams and find a use for our very life. If we miss the point, we start to believe these stories from other people’s incarnation transmitted to us through the cells and their clusters and we do really start believing we had former lives and our ego (the many I’s competing for influence) jump on these opportunities to further disconnect us, so to keep the parasitical influence on us. It is very fortunate for us to discover ‘the inner teacher’ and unfold its wealth of experiences, so to learn enough and be free and ready to shine our very own self. The ‘mausoleum teacher’ dream cycle is exactly indicating this: We can access to a wealth of information, good and bad, so to help us grow into our real self and start participate into the maintenance of our planet and the vast universe we are blessed to be part of. ‘ When the student is ready, the master appears’ is a popular saying pointing at this phenomenon and the ‘Akashic archives’ are of the very same nature. The other dream experiences I have and still experience are more of an internal connectivity of the many layers of my consciousness and their inter-activity with the universe and its numerous realms, and participate less in this ‘everything we need is inside of us’ educational pattern. They are more fruits, sensitivities, towards other realms and dimensions our development makes us encounter through the interactive doors of the dream inter-state. So, to conclude, I doubt that these former lives were mine. I doubt I was a fallen angel or a Chinese warrior or a murshid (pupil) of some secret central Asian sheik. But plainly admitting this doesn’t take away the amazing love and care provided to me since my birth by my family and the universe through the gifts manifested in each parts of my bodies by the buzzing of the cells and their many clusters, through the ever changing humors of the dark and white matter, all willing to share, so to give me the possibility to chose who I want to be. On the contrary, we are all of us vibrant and moving testimonies of such caring love. May we not waste this amazing opportunity, for us to learn from this shared pool of immemorial experience, that makes us living parts of a golden chain that leads us back to our most compassionate God ! Read the full article

#esotericism #hermeticism #mysteries #pastlives #reincarnation

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kpopreacting · 8 years ago

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Cooking Disaster

Member(s): Ten x Reader Type: Fluff, Comedy Words: 2366 Plot: They say Ten cooking is trouble, but you two doing it together is double trouble for sure.

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“Ouch!” you winced and quickly put the curling iron down on the night stand, waving your left hand in the air to cool the burn. Carefully taking your cell phone from the bed, you checked the caller ID. As a long sigh escaped your lips, you threw yourself on the bed and picked up.

“Taeyong, I already told you I won’t be late. I just finished getting ready.”

Your friend’s voice sounded tired and disappointed through the phone. “Listen, something came up.”

Your immediate reaction to his words was to sit up and frown. Nothing good came from a conversation when it started like that. “What do you mean by that?”

“I’m afraid we have to cancel the restaurant reservation,” Taeyong let out a deep sigh, "We can’t make it on time. We still have to practice until late.”

You tried to set up another date for the dinner, perhaps the next day, or the day after that, but your friend’s answer was still a no. You pouted and fell back onto the mattress, suddenly feeling empty. “That’s awful. I mean, I’m glad your popularity is rising, but… I couldn’t wait for this! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out and ate a meal together.”

“I know. I’m really sorry, Y/N,” Taeyong half-whispered, sadness evident in his tone. You heard some rustling and murmuring in the background and then he spoke again. “I have to go now. Again, I’m so, so sorry. We’ll make it up to you.”

You shrugged. “I hope your practice goes well.” And so you hung up, threw your phone on the pillow and bit your lip in frustration.

Your new bright dress was on the hanger once again. After removing all the makeup and letting your hair loose, you walked into the living room in your favorite pajamas and threw yourself onto the couch, trying to ignore the cheerful singing coming from the bathroom where your boyfriend was taking an awfully long shower.

You took the TV remote from the coffee table and with one swift move turned on the TV. All the same re-runs of the same shows. You sighed. Now even if there was your favourite variety show on the TV, it wouldn’t be able to brighten up your mood. At least the noise from the bathroom finally stopped, you thought as you turned off the TV. You sat there in silence as if waiting for something to happen, but at the same time not expecting anything at all.

Then you heard a loud clang coming from the bathroom and turned you head to meet with the figure of your half-naked boyfriend, still wet from the shower and still in the mood to hold a solo concert - right then and right there. “Why are you dressed like that?” he asked, “You didn’t forget about the dinner again, now did you?”

You shook your head. “No, I had to cancel the reservation. They’re practicing until late again.”

“Oh… I knew it. I was hoping they would make it, though…” Chittaphon pouted and reached out to stroke your hair soothingly, “I’m sorry. I know how excited you were about that.”

“Shut up, I’m already feeling bad enough!” you pushed his hand away.

“Well, look at the bright side - more alone time for us!” he joked and shot you a playful wink in attempt of flirting, only resulting in you giving him a death glare, “Sorry.”

You shoved a handful of popcorn in your mouth to avoid thinking about what to say in response. Chittaphon watched you for a moment before reaching out and poking your ribs to get your attention. You jumped from the contact and looked at him questioningly.

“I have an idea!” he spoke, suddenly excited like a little kid in a toy store. “How about we cook together?”

“No, we’re not-” you rebelled right away, but he clasped his hand over your mouth, silencing you instantly.

“We should cook together tonight!” Chittaphon chirped with a funny glint in his eyes. When you stayed silent, without even trying to say something, he removed his hand and cocked his head to the side, “Why aren’t you saying anything now?”

“I’m trying to come up with an excuse not to kick you out of here.”

Chittaphon frowned. "That’s not a funny joke.”

“I wasn’t joking at all. I mean, the last time you tried to cook is pretty tough for me to forget.”

“Shut up. I’ve improved since then.”

You rolled your eyes. “I highly doubt that.”

“You’re offending me, Y/N.”

“Fine, fine! We’ll do it your way. Just don’t be mad when I say ‘I told you so’.”

“I won’t be mad because you won’t have a chance to say it. I’ll make sure we cook a delicious meal and it’ll blow your mind.”

“I really hope that’s just a metaphor.”

"Yah, Y/N.”

“You can’t keep denying the fact that neither of us can cook well, you know?”

“We’ll succeed…somehow.” Chittaphon bit his lip and jumped on his feet, “Come on now! Get up! We have a meal to prepare!…. I mean, after I get dressed.”

“Okay, so we need…” Chittaphon went through the cookbook, reading the recipe with a frown on his face, “We need two eggs, four cups of water, half a teaspoon of salt…”

“What are you- I mean what are we making?” you appeared behind him with a cute pink apron around your waist.

“Korean pizza, of course! Although, I could’ve picked an easier recipe… Look. Canola oil, sesame oil, crabmeat… Where’s the unicorn’s hoof?!”

You chuckled at his annoyance.

“You’re lucky I already have all of those.” you said. Picking up the blue apron, you reached out and tied it around his waist, making sure that every movement you made was slow and teasing. He looked over his shoulder and blushed madly, the redness of his cheeks seeming unnatural on his pale face.

“Yah, stop it…” he murmured shyly, moving away from you as if to grab some spices from the top shelf, only making you smirk in return, “So… It says: ‘In a large bowl, mix together the flour, eggs, water and salt.’… Alright.”

You took a large grey bowl from a cupboard, doing as instructed in the cookbook while he continued reading the text. He looked so focused on deciphering all the cooking terms he was in the face of - in fact, he was so focused it looked like you could sneak out of the kitchen at any point to order a take-out, without him even noticing. Which you did, only he did notice you and by the volume of his voice, you were sure the neighbours did, too. “Wait- Y/N? Are you here to help me or what?”

“Okay, okay, calm down!” you frowned after he called out for you, as you were lowkey hoping that he completely forgot about you, “What do you want me to do?”

“Um…” Chittaphon glanced at the next row of text, “'Heat some of the oil in a large skillet over medium heat.’”

“I’m on it, Mister!” you saluted.

Chittaphon looked at you and pretended to flip his hair over his shoulder, “Thank you, Miss.”

“Well, that went well.” you coughed, waving your hand in front of your face as Chittaphon threw the destroyed pizza dough in the trash can, smoke and smell of burned oil now filling the whole flat.

“You do realize that this recipe takes about 40 minutes, but here we are now, an hour and a half later, and all we have is absolutely nothing?” you put your hands on your hips to make yourself look strict, but to him, you only managed to look even cuter than usual.

“We just picked the wrong recipe.” he responded, flipping through the cookbook once again.

“Sure, you keep telling yourself that.” you muttered, chuckling a bit, “Admit it, darling, we just can’t cook well. Let’s just order something.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Chittaphon turned to you, “I promised we’ll make a delicious meal by ourselves…”

“So this is entirely your fault, Mister.”

He stopped talking and glared at you, dead serious. “I’m making this meal and you’re helping me, liked it or not.” he said slowly and clearly, “Understood?”

“No. You’re done cooking, get out of the kitchen.”

“I refuse to do so.”

“Oh really? How about now?” You reached out and took some of the flour into your hand and smeared it onto his face, making him jump in surprise with a yelp.

“Are you crazy?!” he yelled as he wiped the flour off with his sleeve, but only managing to make a bigger mess.

“No, darling, not at all. You had it coming, though.” you responded, keeping your cool.

“Why, you little…” Chittaphon grabbed an egg from the counter and smashed it onto your head. Your mouth instantly gaped open in shock. “Payback.” your boyfriend clicked his tongue and turned around to exit the kitchen like a victor, but stopped dead in his tracks when ice-cold water splashed onto his body, making every single fiber in it scream in protest. Slowly turning around, he glared at you with a murderous look on his usually smiling face.

“Oh, it’s on!” he hissed like a snake and rushed towards you. Of course, you tried to escape, but the rage was like a fuel to him and he grabbed onto your arm easily.

“Where are you going? Where are you going?” he taunted, pulling at your sleeve as you tried to run out of the kitchen, “Trying to escape?”

“Yes!” you yelped as he tugged at your sleeve and dug your heels into the ground.

“Not going to happen, darling!” he responded, “Not on my watch! It’s my turn now!”

Somehow managing to grab a handful of flour, he threw it into your face. You let out a high-pitched scream and struggled, trying to get away from him for dear life.

“How do you like that? Huh? It’s not nice, is it?” Chittaphon poked you tauntingly, laughing at your miserable attempts to escape.

“Hey! Do you have any idea of how I’m going to look after this?!” you yelled, which only made him laugh harder, “It’ll take me forever to clean up!”

“I don’t care, you had it coming. Don’t be such a drama qu- no, please don’t!” Chittaphon screamed like a little girl when you poured ketchup onto his hair and he let go of you, squealing and jumping up and down. “Holy mother of god, why?!”

It was your turn now to laugh. You leaned onto the counter and buried your head into your hands, shoulders shaking from laughing so hard. However, the laugh was immediately stopped by a bowl full of sesame oil splashing onto your clothes. And that was where you have had enough of it.

Rushing towards him, you grabbed him, pressing him against the sink to keep him in one place and opened the fridge. After realizing you took out a bottle of blackberry juice, he yelled and started trashing around, trying to set himself free. “No! No! No! No! Not blackberry juice! Please, don’t, I’ll do anything!”

“Despite your nice offer, I’ll pass.” you opened the bottle, careful not to let Chittaphon knock it out of your hand, and held it in front of his face.

“You wouldn’t!” he looked at you in horror.

“You think so?”

With a little twist of your wrist, the dark liquid was poured onto his face and shirt and he froze, his jaw dropping open.

“You maniac!” he yelled, stomping on his foot, “This is my favorite shirt!”

You let go of him and took a few steps back, just to escape his rage. But, seeing him like that, all dirty, with messy hair, and covered in sticky juice, you started laughing uncontrollably. Chittaphon glared at you as if you were his worst enemy. “What?! What’s so funny?!” he snapped with a voice full of venom.

“You!” was your response.

“You little-” Chittaphon grabbed a spoon from the counter and checked his reflection in it. As soon as he saw it, he knew you were right - the reflection was twisted, yet it was clear that he looked ridiculous. Then he started laughing himself.

“Well, you don’t look any better, you know?” he spoke through tears that were quickly forming in his eyes, as he punched your arm slightly.

“You look worse!” you poked his side and he yelped.

“Knock it off!” he said, earning a punch from you, "Okay, now, let’s clean this up and go to bed. You have a job interview tomorrow.”

“Oh…” you puckered your lips, “I kind of forgot about it.” And really, you did. You dusted off the flour from your shirt as you started heading towards the kitchen door, your just as dirty boyfriend following after you, "We should hurry, in that case."

Unfortunately, Chittaphon slipped onto the oil-covered floor, pulling you with him. You both crashed on your backs, next to each other, and then just laid there without moving an inch.

“…We also forgot that the floor is slippery, didn’t we?” your boyfriend turned his head and looked at you, waiting for an answer. You pouted, not saying anything.

At that moment, both of you bursted into a loud laughter. You giggled and snickered, to the point where your eyes were full of tears and your stomach muscles started protesting. Too occupied by that, you never heard the door open and people enter your apartment.

There was a loud gasp and you both turned your heads towards the source of the noise. The members of NCT 127 stood at the doorway, still in their workout clothes with their duffel bags swung over their shoulders, and watched the whole scene carefully. Needless to say, they were shocked at the sight of the mess the entire kitchen was in and very, very confused at the couple’s behavior - everyone, except the leader. He simply turned to Johnny, who was standing right next to him, and cocked his eyebrow.

“You asked why we always order take-out?” he pointed at the laughing couple on the floor, “Well, this is why.”

~ Admin Taeyeon

#ten #chittaphon #chittaphon leechaiyapornkul #ten scenario #nct #nct scenario #admin taeyeon

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grinningchaos · 8 years ago

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Terminal

Jeff rasped out a cough as he set the shotgun at its place to the side of the crudely nailed boards. Jesus, it was dusty in here, but that’s the way it was. This was his goddamn sniper nest, and it was the best vantage point in the whole house, and--

What the fuck was that buzzing noise?

“Ahhhh, shit.”

Jeff frowned as he scrolled through the little boxes on his too-bright phone screen. What’d that say? Adrian what? Was that a text, or a missed call, or…?

He grumbled another curse and unlocked the thing on the third try.

The small, red numbers hovered over the green box on the bottom left. That meant a call, not a text. That meant Adrian tried to call him, but Jeff was too busy focusing on keeping the house safe from three-foot-tall vampires to hear it. At least Adrian left a voicemail.

“... I think.”

Between fumbling with the phone and descending the attic stairs, Jeff almost fell and cracked his head more times than was comfortable, but eventually he made Adrian’s voice blare out of the fuzzy cell phone speaker.

“Jeffrey? Jeffrey. I’ve rung you thrice, mate, what’ve you done with yourself? Once you get back to the flat, could you be a dear and fetch me some ingredients? Doctor Tenma’s birthday was last week; someone’s got to bake him a cake! We’ll need eggs, milk…”

Jeff shook his head and let the list rattle on as he opened drawers, looking for paper. Magically, there was no paper in the whole fucking kitchen, so he grabbed a Sharpie and scrawled it on his arm. Eggs, milk… What else?

“... and some baking soda from the larder. Please just set it out for me, and I’ll do the rest. Oh, and please be certain Shiv does not muss the flour. He’s already put three of my curtains out of sorts, and I’ll not be having more destruction -- ‘Get the priest, he’s possessed’ is still not funny.”

Jeff cracked a grin. It was kinda funny.

“Right, then. Cake, curtains… Sorted. I’ll be home in just a bit!”

“See ya later, bud,” Jeff said to no one, setting the phone down on the counter and shuffling toward the fridge. Eggs, milk, flour… Why Adrian didn’t just pull a premade cake out of Fridgerine was beyond him, but hey, his cake. His rules.

“Dude. Iitl. Lemme have the baking soda. Fuckin’ move, man,” Jeff grumbled, nudging at the incubus with a broom. Was he gonna have to climb up the shelves again or--?

What the fuck was that hissing noise?

“Left side’s more crooked than you at fifteen… Did you use a level check or an anvil on a plank for the exterior of this place?”

Slowly, Jeff took his foot from the bottom shelf and glanced behind him at the silent kitchen. He’d… He’d just heard that, right? Alertness sharpened Jeff’s eyes as much as it could as he stepped back into the open, scanning the edges of every blurry shape. No movement, nothing he could see, but… What was that?

Wait, shit. When was the last time he slept?

“Blackwell, c’mon. You tell the kid to get shut-eye, but you let yourself start hearin’ shit. Get the rest of the cake on the counter and get your ass to bed.”

Even so, Jeff didn’t keep his back to the open larder door for long.

More words trickled up. Curled around floorboards and rose until they reached Jeff.

“People are going to think only I could create something so abhorrently opposing God’s canon of order. Not sure if I should thank you for the publicity or sue you for defamation.”

Jeff didn’t need to feel the ice water splash in his stomach to know whose voice that was.

The flour slammed down on the counter, and part of Jeff was grateful it came in bags instead of something more fragile. This was the worst thing his head had done to him in a good few months, and he wasn’t fucking having it. He barely checked the ingredients against the scribbled list on his arm before striding to the nearest bathroom and swinging the medicine cabinet open. Where did he put that prescription shit, huh? He didn’t steal it for nothing.

“‘F you could stop fuckin’ with me, that’d be great. I was almost having a good day.”

The next sound ascended like the huff of a bothered bull, not even words. The floor seemed to rattle, only for a second, at sensing this displeasure.

Quickly, Jeff popped back three or four of the small white pellets, swallowing them dry and leaning on the sink. If he gripped the porcelain, they’d work faster, right?

“That’s how it’s going to play, then.” The twisting words gave no specification as to whether ‘it’ was Jeff or the situation.

Maybe he needed to get out, Jeff mused. Maybe a little fresh air would wake him up. He had been up in the nest all day; maybe there was some kind of mushroom spore or biological shit in the dust up there fucking with his head that Adrian could tell him all about when he got home. Then the pills could work, and Adrian could make his cake, and Jeff could stop hearing Satan’s voice in the floor.

Satan’s voice in the floor could sense the flight risk. There was merciful silence for a few moments.

But then the words were replaced with a soft mewl.

Instantly, Jeff froze, one hand on the front door.

“Serial killers tend to start with small animals, don’t they. Cute guy.”

“... Shiv…? Where ya at, buddy?” Jeff croaked, beginning a slow advance through the house. There were only so many places Shiv liked to be; he’d find him, and he’d find him soon. But he wasn’t at the window, and he wasn’t on the chair, and he wasn’t on the second step…

This was all in his head. It had to all be in his head, because otherwise…

A second mewl, softer than the first. Up from below.

“Aw.”

Reality dropped in Jeff’s chest like lead, and he instinctively looked up at the basement door.

“... Are you… You’re here?” The words were almost childish, but Jeff couldn’t come up with any more. One wrong word, and Shiv was done.

“I’ve been here longer than you know. Been pursuing some company.

“What can I say? Strays are drawn to me.”

Some part of Jeff found it almost funny that Satan was literally downstairs. Funny in an “I got mugged right after a hit” kind of way. The basement doorknob was colder than he remembered.

Shiv is down there, Blackwell. If you don’t move, he’s not gonna be much longer.

The basement door made a strange distant creak of an echo as he plunged down into a different kind of dust.

A low imitation of a laugh came up along the stone walls, muffled by condensation on rock and hollow like a call to the bottom of a desperate well. A third mew, thin and questioning. Careful footfalls fell on the soft parts of the basement floor in an attempt to make his footsteps echo just a bit less.

The right side of the third staircase creaked like a bastard, but hugging the wall was the only way not to trip on the softened wood. Jesus, it was dark. That wouldn’t have been such a problem if the stone walls didn’t make every sound more than it was, or if it didn’t feel like the world’s dampest subway system. Jeff muffled a cough into his sleeve and kept hugging the wall, eyes wide and ears straining. With this place becoming less like a basement and more like a cave every second, he had no choice but to slow, to lead himself along with uncertain hands. Especially not now that the passageways were only wide enough for two of him at most.

Another mewl, weak even for Shiv.

His back pressed into the cold, wet wall, and he panted at the mouth of the narrowest hallway yet. The small room he’d paused in didn’t give him much to work with, but he managed to find a rock just heavy and blunt enough to do some damage. His shoulders scraped both walls as he staggered through the corridor.

It opened into the largest room Jeff had seen in what must’ve been hours. Easily the size of the living room and empty but for the dim lanterns that greeted him and the white flash of Satan’s grin.

“I always thought it was funny,” the Prince of Darkness chatted with a chuckle that suggested an old joke. “You’re the muscle. The scary one. And you’ve got that little hairball.” His eyes gleamed cold and no smile reached them; they were drinking in the power just stripped away, in the fumble just made. Made you look, made you look, his eyes said. Dare you to look away.

All at once, Jeff heard just how hard he was breathing. He felt his hands tremble, in fear or in anger or in just how cold this big room was. In short bursts, his eyes darted from Satan to other dark corners, but still the only white thing in the room was that wide, awful smile. The long, narrow corridor stretched out behind him, too long now to be anything but a bottleneck.

“... Whadda you want from me?” came the airless growl.

“That’s not very polite. Am I not the guest?

“I was just looking for company, like I said.” He held out empty hands and stepped forward, but only to the edge of the latticework containing him.

“None of you here laugh enough anymore. It was funny, wasn’t it?” His smile fell at its edges and stopped being a smile. “You were never told about me being down here, were you. It’s your sugarcube’s doing, you know.”

“... My what?”

Jeff’s eyes strayed downward, taking in the markings at Satan’s feet. Chalk, maybe paint. A circle so large Jeff was surprised he hadn’t noticed it before, peppered with markings he didn’t think he’d be able to recognize, even up close.

Adrian.

“... He’s been keepin’ you down here…”

But why? He and Satan had a weird relationship, but Adrian wasn’t about to keep him down here for kicks, was he? His chin lifted, and he locked eyes with the Devil.

“... Nah. He trapped you down here. Makes sense; easier to handle the less people know.”

Satan blinked in the dim light, and the corners of his eyes finally wrinkled in a secret smile.

Right he was.

“You’re rather trusting, for… well, whatever you’d call yourself. Someone who casts a shadow of his own over the house, let’s say.

“I’m sad you don’t share his curiosity, though. That’s what got you here, really. Here in this life, and here in this basement. Curiosity and... desperation.” He tongued the last word like he was savoring it.

Jeff’s eyes hardened, and his fists tightened, but he didn’t look away.

“... Yeah, well he ain’t given me a reason not t’ be,” he continued to growl, letting the chill of Satan’s tone roll off his spine as best he could. “It ain’t desperation, anyway. ‘S called survival.”

“Survival!” he has echoed back. “That’s absolutely not what rested on his mind in dealing with me. One would say it was an agreement made against survival,” he mused as he went on. “It wasn’t a deal made for you or your husband’s sake either, so don’t flatter yourself.

“You’ve never even questioned why he did it, have you? Why he scooped a multiple murderer out of a final repose?”

“Don’t really matter, does it?” Jeff spat back before he could stop himself. “He got his reasons, I got mine. Two, three years and he ain’t called the cops on me yet, so fuck if I think that’s worth some trust.”

The cold eyes glinted as they turned to the right, then back to Jeff. It was an idle tic. “No, no, just dated one… It matters because it involves how you interact with me. How you ought to respect me. If it weren’t for me leading him into infatuation, you’d be on ice, Blackwell. He made the deal because he was afraid of losing connection with me.”

The words came out more demanding than the Devil meant them; were he asked later, he’d say it was just a matter of shaking old chips off his shoulders. Filling space. Grinding someone down. Finding cracks in the soldier’s armor.

“But you consider him a brother, don’t you. Despite starting out as his piece in a bet. I know deception.”

Blood pounded in Jeff’s ears, following the wake of Satan’s echoes, but his breath steadied by the moment. His free hand flexed. Almost deliberately, Jeff broke eye contact just long enough to survey Satan up and down in his lattice prison.

“Good thing ‘e came to ‘is senses, then, huh.”

The ruler of Hell rolled his neck in an uncomfortable silence.

“... Do you ever wonder if your first brother went to Heaven?

“Or do you think he’s mine too?”

The words dropped like rocks against the stone. No echo.

Jeff barely felt his lips prick back over his teeth before he was right in that lattice with the Devil. One hand grabbed fabric. The other hand swung once, twice. His eyes spat fire, itched for blood like they never had before. Like the past forty-something years were all just practice.

A falling sensation, and he hit the opposite wall, sliding to the floor. A heartbeat later, he was up again. He dragged his sleeve across his mouth. Blood. He ran back in, both hands free and swinging. One hit. He just needed one hit. He needed Satan down on the ground. Even possessed people bled.

Once more, he connected with a wall, but he was up faster this time, aiming low. But Satan knew his game now. Every swing seemed to miss by more and more air. It was his fucking luck he’d lost the rock, too.

Jeff lunged on a risk, and bit the paint. He rolled, and got back up.

Swing after swing met nothing or fabric or stone. Clawing hands and jabbing elbows only connected with mirages. How the fuck was he so fast?

Right, some distant part of Jeff thought as his head bounced against the stone. He’s Satan.

His shoulders trembled as he sat up. He racked out a bloody cough and rolled onto his side, onto his knees. One heave proved that they wouldn’t support him anymore, and so he fell unceremoniously to the wall. Slumping, wheezing, against the stone, Jeff fixed Satan with a wild stare.

“... Whadda… you want… from me.”

Satan straightened his shirt collar, looking almost comical in his fastidiousness to such detail while the whole suit had a splatter or so of blood across it.

“All that, and it’s the same question?

“I’m not sure what else I expected.”

He stepped confidently across and out of the smudged and broken lattice with a small pat-down of his sleeves, stooping only enough to wrap a fistful of old cloth around his hand and drag the killer up. Up so he dangled, just barely, above the floor.

“It’s not what I want from you. It’s you that I want taken from him.” The bloodied corner of his mouth twisted up like Jeff was a child that had said something charmingly stupid.

Understanding washed over Jeff like a cold shower. His swollen eyes bulged, and his bloody knuckles pulled with the last of his strength at the hand hoisting him in the air. His legs kicked weakly, a last-ditch effort against becoming a tool against his own brother.

As he exhausted himself back to wheezing, he stared Satan down and squared his jaw.

“... We ain’t lost to you yet.”

Another cough racked Jeff’s lungs, and he spat the blood as hard as he could.

The Devil didn’t even blink. Blood in his eyes and on his face didn’t stop him in the slightest (despite how it burned? A manifested form had its limitations, he supposed).

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he enlightened as he turned, dragging his mortal cargo over the latticework that had started giving off angry crackles of disturbed energy. An overabundance of spiritual energy, concentrated over years and years, hissed and charged the air like static before a lightning strike. Bloodthirsty movements of one mortal and careful observation by the immortal paid off, in Satan’s mind, as he gave a cool look down at the hole opening in the stone, at the fog that started seeping up.

“There’s no more ‘we.’ And you are very lost indeed.”

His eyes flicked back up to Jeff, just for the sake of knowing the last look in those eyes. The hole yawned and snarled and bared more teeth of fog and untold horrors, awoken by just enough supernatural energy to pass the tipping point… from keeping one demon in to letting one human through.

He paused another moment.

“Pray.” He was grinning, despite himself. He couldn’t help it.

Jeff’s eyes flicked back to Satan’s, unable to communicate anything but the fear of the absolute unknown, and despite himself, he followed orders. Any words he tried to speak aloud caught on the blood still in his throat, but his mind screamed.

Zalgo! Zalgo, tell me you can hear me. Babe. Baby, please. Say something. I’m in the basement. I’m in the flat, in the bottom of the basement. Zalgo? Zalgo!! Zalgo, answer me, I need you!

Jeff found himself mouthing words to Old Prayers, thinking over every hymn at once, trying to reach any trace of his husband-- his god. His neck craned. His mind ached. Any sign of reply, any movement past the fog slowly consuming the room. Anything. Anything?!

Can he even hear me?

That single, desperate thought dragged Jeff’s eyes to Satan’s and kept them there, swirled with horror and confusion at what was bottom line fucking impossible.

Satan’s grin diminished like he was trying to look less overtly smug with himself, his shoulders shrugging a little in their fine, blood-speckled cloth. “It’s what I do.”

Now that he had finally shattered that stubborn spirit, he let go of the serial killer.

Jeff fell too far and too fast. Every instinct he had told him that he should have stopped falling ages ago, but there shrank Satan, and the hole, rushing away from him like a station from a bullet train. Soon enough, the fog obscured any opening he fell through, but he didn’t need that for it to feel final. Like being thrown away. Like waking up to a one-way ticket he didn’t buy.

I should’ve grabbed the edge, I should’ve prayed harder, I should’ve… I…

Satan regarded the fog clouding the room with mild disdain. It rang of blasphemy to him, useful as it was.

Having a manifested form made cleaning up his attire much neater than what seemed fair. A few flicks of his arms and the blood lined the stone slabs like so many drops of condensation. He stretched his arms sorely over his head before he crouched by the alarming, hungry hole in the basement floor.

“‘Dreadful thing,’” he muttered in practice to himself as a few waves of his hands drew all the blood back into order, into lines that fulfilled the damaged lattice once more. “‘All those crime rings… The debtors and the cutthroats were pushing. Closing in. I did what I could, and what I always do: I offered a way out.’”

He cleared his throat. “‘I’m so sorry… It was a dreadful thing to see happen.’ Mmn.”

The basement continued to crackle angrily for a minute or so after the hole re-closed, containment lattice restored, but the Devil paid it no mind. He was preoccupied.

“‘I offered what I thought was best for everyone. He made the choice to run more than willingly. And he can be free this way. After all… all those murders… He knew how they weighed on you so.’ There’s a good one… ‘None of you asked for these tribulations.’”

Yes you did, he hummed inside his head. Yes… you did. And I deliver.

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