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whisperingthorns · 1 month ago

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(Yandere Ticci Toby x Reader)

Charmed by Shadows

Chapter 3: Closer Than You Think

Tags: NSFW (I did mark it so you can skip it)

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Toby believed it was punishment. The vision of his love, rotting in his arms. A punishment from you that was letting him know, subconsciously, that he wasn’t doing a good enough job.

‘Oh Angel, I’m so sorry. I’ll be better from now on, promise’

These were his thoughts as he stood just outside her house, cloaked in the shadows of the trees, watching the warm light from her window flicker as she moved about inside. His breath was shallow, his heartbeat erratic, but not from fear—no, it was excitement. The thrill of getting closer to her, to something more personal.

She was so close, yet so far.

Waiting for the perfect moment, he stayed still as the minutes dragged on, hidden in the quiet night. Eventually, the light in her window clicked off, and he heard the unmistakable sound of her balcony door that led to her room closing softly. His pulse quickened. She was asleep. Toby stayed around for another hour.

Quietly, Toby crept towards the house, eyes scanning for any signs of movement. He knew her routine well by now—how long it took for her to fall into that deep sleep, the exact hours when the house was most vulnerable.

He had studied everything.

He carefully went to her front door. He examined the space for a minute, lifting the mat and looking for a key. No dice. At least his darling was a bit smarter than most people he knew. He was picking up rocks and looking in plant pots but no key…that was when he noticed a box attached to the wall by the door. He narrowed his eyes and switched over tiny level. There was a click and the box opened to a safe code. Oh. This must be where her extra key is.

Toby clicked his tongue. What could the code be though? Thankfully it wasn’t electric. Toby hated stuff like that, most of the time he only had so many guesses before it alerted someone. Either sending a message to their phone, an alarm sounding, or something Toby just didn’t wanna deal with. Hmm…

Oh gosh. Toby just couldn’t think of what it could be. He’s already tried her birthday, the year she was born, and anything else he could think of. Alright. Time to do this the old-fashioned way.

Click. Click. Click. Click.

1111…1112…1113…1114…

⦻

‘You’ve got to be shitting me’ Toby didn’t know whether to be pissed at you, or himself. Pissed because one, the code was too easy to guess and that was dangerous. Two, he’s mad he didn’t think to guess it in the first place. Three he’s wasted all this time on this stupid lock box! The box unlocked and clicked open when he tried the code ‘4444’ Really?! Angel numbers…hm. Either way, the key was his! Yay! He could’ve just picked the lock but his angel would grow scared, and probably be able to tell it was messed with. Plus he wanted the key so he could check on her whenever he felt like it. He’ll make a copy tomorrow and return when she goes to work! Much easier than picking the lock…

Once inside, the faint scent of her perfume filled the air, and it was almost enough to make him stop in his tracks. But not yet. Not until he had a piece of her for himself.

Toby started to take a little look around, going from her entrance and into the living room. It was very sweet and cozy with plush furniture and a big TV. He noticed a game station near the bottom. She did seem to have a love for three things: Video games, Cooking, and music. All of which were Toby’s favorite things too! Ever since he met you it was anyway.

He passed the living room and entered a very large kitchen. It was beautiful and updated lots of times it seems. He opened the fridge and his face lit up at the plate of brownies sitting in the fridge. He took one, stuffing it in his mouth greedily. Almost melting. He’d been watching over her, sure. He knew she loved to cook but god why didn’t anyone tell him it was so damn good! This was the best brownie he’s ever had! He quickly started to look for other dishes in the fridge. He found a leftover container and grabbed it, popping it open to see another homemade dish and a slice of pie. “Shiiit. That’s mine now.” He said grinning. He can’t take the brownies. It looked fresh and she was gonna notice a whole plate of brownies missing. That she just baked. But Toby had watched her make this dish and pie 3 days ago. She won’t notice. Surely. She’ll just gaslight herself into thinking she ate it.

On down the hall, he found a boring guest room and a very clean bathroom. She didn’t use this one. He turned around and went up the stairs, freezing when he heard one creak loudly.

‘Stupid old house’

He continued forward. Finding another hallway, he tried the door closest to the stairs first. He raised his brow when he found what seemed to be her hobby room. A piano and other various things sat in this room, he stepped inside, noting the various sheets of music and artwork on the walls and scattered across things. Her creative space. Toby picked a page off the floor, smiling at the notes written down. Something about the stars and such. He noticed a map of the planets and stars across various papers. He appreciated the peek into her head…

He left that room, closing the door and creeping down the hall. Finally. The door was barely open and soft music was playing from her tablet. He knew she had issues sleeping without music. Though he knew she didn’t like white noise. Only music…and occasionally…theta…is that how you say it? Theta waves? Focus!

He entered the room silently, barely brushing by the door, but his foot tapped it slightly and it creaked. You groaned and rolled over.

Toby’s heart stopped beating.

He let out a small breath when he saw you remain asleep though. He went to your bed and stood over you for a moment, the moonlight from your double doors that led to the balcony shone on your sleeping form. Toby’s breath caught in his throat. You were just so beautiful. He noticed you were half out of the blanket, his gaze shifted to a folded one near the foot of your bed. He unwrapped it and shook it out, draping it over you, he stepped over to a fan you had blowing and turned it up a bit. There we go. Can’t have sweet Angel losing sleep.

He started to take a look around, not too sure what he came for, but when his eyes landed on your vanity next to your dresser, he knew exactly what he wanted. The bottle of perfume sitting there in plain sight. That was it. That’s what he came for. He needed her scent—something he could take with him, something that would keep him close to her even when he wasn’t watching.

Slowly, he picked up the bottle, inhaling deeply as the scent of vanilla and strawberries washed over him. It was intoxicating. She was intoxicating.

He pocketed the perfume, a twisted sense of satisfaction filling him. This was just the beginning. He was no longer content with watching her from afar. Now, he was inside her world. Closer than anyone else. Closer than Kai.

Maybe she would notice, but Toby didn’t care. You were his so he had a sort of…right by extension to your things.

…

Speaking of things. His gaze shifted to her dresser. He carefully opened the top drawer and was delighted to see it as your panty drawer. His face went a bit pink, his eyes widening. He took his time shifting through it when suddenly he noticed his hand was red. What? He lifted it out to see he had somehow sliced it open. Fuck. He covered it with his sleep trying to get it to stop bleeding….it looked kinda bad. He would deal with it when he got home but how did this happen? He looked in the drawer and saw something shiny reflecting in the moonlight.

He reached in and carefully picked it up. A knife with a pretty handle. Awe. How cute! Knife in the pantie drawer. He loves learning new things about his angel. He supposed she kept this for self-defense, but Toby knew from experience that if he wanted to kill her, he could get to her before she got to the knife. I mean, just look at his poor Angel. He was in the room going through her things while she slept on, oblivious. Poor baby. Toby finished his little look but didn’t close the drawer without claiming a second prize. He shoved the white laced panties in his pocket along with the perfume.

He was about to leave, when he spotted her trashcan by the door, taking a glance at her he grabbed it and took it to the hallway where it would be safer to rummage through. He looked through the discarded body sprays, cosmetics, tissue wrappers, and- hey.

A scarf. Torn at the edges, frayed like it had been well-loved, then tossed aside. Toby narrowed his eyes, tilting his head slightly.

As a proxy, you get what you can get. You didn’t get new clothes or new things. They were allowed to steal from victims' wallets though. They mostly used it for food and necessities. If there was an ATM nearby and you could figure out the pin, you can take what’s in their account too. That was rare. The proxies called those kills ‘Paydays’. Nobody used cash anymore. Masky always seemed to have stacks of it, but Toby didn’t. Which is why he’s still wearing the same gear he wore when he was seventeen. He was done growing then anyway. He learned how to sew just so he could keep patching it up. Held up well. Of course, he had other clothes but he rather not risk the newer stuff.

So running across a perfectly good scarf? What a privilege. That’s when he remembered: This was (Y/n)s scarf. Not just any scarf. Slowly, he knelt, fingers trembling with excitement as they curled around the fabric. The texture was soft under his touch, and he lifted it to his face, inhaling deeply. Faint traces of her scent still clung to it. A smile spread across his lips as he pressed the scarf against his cheek. This was hers. It didn’t matter that she thought it was worthless now—he could still feel her in it.

He dug deeper into the bin, his heart racing with every crumpled receipt and broken hair tie he found. All of it mattered. Even the smallest, most insignificant item held a piece of her.

His fingers brushed against something hard at the bottom—a small, broken bracelet. A delicate charm hung from it, shaped like a star. He picked it up, examining the crack in the chain. She must have worn it often, and when it finally snapped, she tossed it without a second thought. Toby, however, saw this as fate—a sign that he was meant to have it now, to cherish it like she never could.

‘You don’t throw away something like this, Angel…’ he thought, turning the bracelet over in his hands, his mind spinning with the twisted logic that somehow, in collecting her trash, he was becoming closer to her. More intimate.

"S-she doesn't re-realize the value these things still- still have… maybe she nev-never will. But that's oh-okay—I'll take care of them for h-her.” He mumbled to himself.

Looking down at the items he realized he couldn’t take them all, so he opted for the scarf and bracelet, hoping that would be less noticeable. He thought about how sad the objects must feel. They might wanna stay with her a little longer. But it’s okay. He’s just gonna rescue them for a while. After all, he’ll love them dearly knowing who they belong to.

With that he took a last look at her, returned her can, and kissed her forehead, turning up the music on her tablet and heading out, taking care to skip the step that creaked and grabbing the leftovers off the counter before heading out the door, making sure it was locked up tight.

⦻

TW:NSFW (continue after second line)

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Morning light shone through Toby’s boarded window. The old shack, one of the proxy's outposts was pretty worn down. It was a rickety old place, that was pretty much rotting, but it was a place to sleep, the doors locked and there was power, shown from the single hanging light bulb in the tiny kitchen. Toby’s ‘room’ door was off its hinges, but it still closed and he didn’t live with anyone so who cares?

As light flooded onto the bare mattress, a thin blanket was thrown to the side as he arched slightly. The room was filled with your perfume. Toby’s cock was wrapped in your panties, him jacking off furiously…already had come twice he was going again. “Hah! Haaah- (Y/n)!”

He could practically imagine you riding him, fully undressed, tits bouncing, as you took all his cock like a good girl. Having it be such a perfect fit. “T-Toby!” You were so innocent, cheeks dark and flushed, big (e/c) eyes watering as you look at him, before rolling up. “Haaah!”

“Feel good princess?”

“Mhm!” He watched as you lost momentum, trying hard to keep going but no longer having the strength. Whispering to him. Hoping your knight could fix it for you. Which he would. Gripping your hips and helping you ride him with ease. Moaning and gasping his name all the way. “T-TOBY!” You gasp almost ready to finish. “Harder…” Toby was almost there, he heard his phone go off but he ignored it, focusing on his daydream. “AH~” You shuddered against him, releasing juices down his cock. Toby buried his nose in your scarf as he came, imagining it was your neck, inhaling the sweet perfume.

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Gradually post nut clarity came, and he rolled over to answer the phone expecting to see his job for the day, instead received a pleasant surprise. Last night he had finally worked up the courage to text you. Claiming he had been busy and asking what you were up to. You have finally replied.

Nothing much. Making my friends go to a shitty horror movie lol. I am actually around that place we met. I’m going there to read but I wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out for a bit. It’s okay if you’re busy tho, no pressure! :)

I’m not busy. I’ll be right over hold on give me a minute to get there. It’s a bit of a walk.

Yay! 😁 see you there.

Without hesitation Toby was cleaning himself up, discarding your now sticky panties onto the bed, and stumbling to the bathroom to clean himself up.

⦻

You nervously check your phone for any updates. You knew it was a walk but he was taking a bit of time. She finally heard footsteps and she perked up. “Hey! Glad you could make it!”

"Y-yeah, n-no problem," Toby replied, his voice slightly uneven, though he forced a smile. Being this close to her always made him jittery, like he was a bundle of exposed nerves. But in a way, that thrill was what kept him going.

“So what have you been up to lately, neighbor? You haven’t been rescuing other girls from falling trees have you?” She joked.

"Uh... no. Just- just some st-stuff to ta-take care of," Toby mumbled, glancing at her hands, watching how she absentmindedly fiddled with the hem of her sleeve. He wanted to reach out, to touch her, to show her that he was there, but he stopped himself. Instead, he fidgeted with the zipper on his hoodie.

“Ooo Mr. Mysterious. Okay. I see how it is. One day I’ll get it out of you. It’s good you’re not rescuing other girls. That’s our thing, yes?”

Toby smiled sheepishly. When did he get so nervous? For god's sake, he chopped people up for a living! Toby’s heart skipped a beat. He wished he could tell her everything—the watching, the protecting, how he’d gone through her trash last night just to feel closer to her. But she wasn’t ready for that yet. He had to be patient.

"M-maybe," he said with a crooked grin, trying to play it cool. "I guess I'm just... not great at sh-sharing.”

(Y/n) smirked, leaning back against the bench. "I’ll get it out of you.” It seemed more like a statement than a suggestion. Toby liked that.

Toby couldn’t help but stare at her—she was so close, so comfortable around him. It was like she didn’t realize the effect she had on him. Or maybe she didn’t care. The way she laughed, how the wind tousled her hair, how she didn’t shy away from him. She was perfect, and she didn’t even know it.

It was quiet for a minute, (Y/n) seemed content with it though, unlike Toby where every passing second felt like an eternity. Especially with him trying not to think of the way he pictures her this morning. His eyes shifted to her body. Her curves. Her lips. Thankfully her eyes were closed and she was relaxing so she couldn’t tell he was bluntly eye fucking her.

“Hey.” She said suddenly opening an eye. Toby’s eyes looked at a random tree, pretending he hadn’t been staring at her…personality. Yeah.

“Do you ever just sit here and listen? Like…for the life? The wind in the trees and such. I don’t know, I feel like as humans we are always so busy. Nobody wants to stop and smell the roses anymore. I’m sorry I’m being like- so cringe right now I know-“

“No!” Toby said suddenly cutting her off. She blinked in surprise. “S-sorry I meant…no…I do sit and listen sometimes. I agree.”

He was lying. Toby’s head was never quiet, sometimes he hated noise but even when he was alone his mind was too preoccupied to be listening to the forest speak. He didn’t care what it had to say. It had ruined everything for him when he turned 17.

The only thing he wanted to listen to was her—her voice, her breathing, every little sound she made. The woods didn’t matter to him, but if it mattered to her, then he’d pretend it did.

“It’s nice out here. Safe. The joggers stay on the path so nobody comes to sit by the bench. None of my friends know too much about it either. It’s my safe space you know? It’s peaceful. Nobody demands anything from you…I could sit and do nothing, and the trees wouldn’t even mind. They don’t care who I am, what I’ve done, what I’ve accomplished, and what I’ve failed.”

Toby nodded, his eyes glued to her face, the way her eyes shifted, the way her lips pronounced the words. “Y-yeah…it’s quiet. S-safe.”

(Y/n) smiled at that. “Exactly. Safe.”

For a second, Toby’s throat tightened. If only she knew. She was safe because he was always watching, always making sure nothing happened to her. But she didn’t need to know that—yet.

“You seem much more calm than the last time I saw you. I guess since there are no falling trees to save me from huh?”

Toby shifted in his seat, clasping his hands together and squishing them between his knees in hopes of calming his nerves. His leg bounced nervously. "Y-yeah, I guess... it's 'cause you're here. You... make things easier.”

(Y/n)’s eyes softened. “That’s sweet, Toby. I’m glad we can hang out like this.”

His heart raced. Sweet? She thought he was sweet? He wanted to tell her that she was the reason for everything. That she made his world spin. But instead, he just swallowed it all down and smiled, nodding like it was no big deal.

Why? Why did you have to flash those pretty eyes at him? Why now of all times? After he’s killed and given himself to the slender? Now you show up? He watched you ramble on about whatever you wanted. Where were you his whole life? When his father was beating him and his sister was dying. While he was setting fires and carving into the skin with Masky and Hoodie where were you? Were you having trouble too? Were you struggling? He honestly never thought about your past, or how you came to be the person you are today. What did you do? What did you have to do to become so wonderful that even the gates of heaven were probably put to shame? Maybe she was in heaven. Maybe his angel was just a slice of the pie he would never get.

(Y/n) stood up, stretching her arms above her head. "Well, I should get going. Thanks for meeting up with me."

Toby’s pulse quickened. She was leaving already? But it was okay. They had this moment, and she had chosen him. He stood up too, not wanting the moment to end.

"S-sure. Anytime. Seriously. Just... text me." He hoped he didn’t sound too eager.

She gave him a soft smile, reaching out to lightly pat his arm. "I will, don’t worry. Take care, Toby."

The brief contact sent a jolt through him, and before he could say anything more, she turned and began walking down the trail.

He stood there for a long moment, watching her disappear into the trees. His hands were clenched into fists, trying to hold onto the feeling of her touch, the sound of her voice echoing in his mind.

Just as he was about to leave he noticed something flutter from her bag. A small piece of paper, partially hidden in the grass. Toby went over to grab it.

It was crumpled and worn as if it had been folded and unfolded many times. His pulse quickened when he recognized her handwriting. A list. A simple, mundane list—grocery items, a few reminders, and a note at the bottom that read, *"Don't forget to pick up extra flour for the cookies."*

It was a small piece of her head. Just like those star maps she liked to draw. He pressed the paper to his chest, closing his eyes and letting out a breath. He smiled. She didn’t even realize how close they were together. To her, he was a stranger.

To him, she was everything.

"Th-thank you, Angel," he whispered to the space around him. "F-for trusting me with this. I'll take care of it... just like I take care of you."

He pocketed the paper, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. This wasn’t just some meaningless scrap—it was a symbol. Proof that he was part of her world, even if she didn’t realize it yet. Also, she wasn’t just a hallucination. Toby was terrified that this was a wonderful dream, like the ones he used to have with his princess (well he guessed it was you actually,) or a lovely episode. If it was just all in his head, if he finally lost it (as if he hadn’t so long ago) then he’s okay with that. As long as he gets to keep you.

Toby walked away from the bench, the paper clutched tightly in his hand. He didn’t need her to say anything more. She had already given him everything he needed.

⦻

Toby was watching you from across the table, rambling on and on about work. The cozy cafe was warmer than the outside right now. Autumn was coming. Toby liked Autumn. What he didn’t like was his birthday was coming up. He tried his best to focus on you during this time. That and his work. What wondered what the others back home would be doing? Ben was pretty upset to learn Toby wouldn’t be around for the year. Masky celebrated. At least not in front of him but he was pretty sure he was in a better mood in the the days leading up to Toby’s departure. Hoodie couldn’t seem to care either way.

You had invited him out once again. It seemed you were determined to get closer to him. Toby wasn’t about to complain. He sipped his overly sweet-beverage. It tastes fine to him. He had gotten his coffee the same way you got yours. At least now know you like a bucket full of creamer in yours. Black like my soul? Not you. The beverage was practically milk. Toby sipped it more. Having a sweet tooth himself he didn’t mind.

“Anyway, the guy is over here asking for more frosting and I’m trying to tell his sorry ass that it’s not his cake, and if he could please back away that would be great. So he proceeds to just grab the donut display and toss it to the floor. Ugh. Entitlement. I can’t stand it.”

“Wh-where do you work…again?” Toby questioned. “My parent's bakery. I know. I know. Getting a job from my parents is lame. But I’m gonna inherit it one day and the people of Ravenwood love the place. It’s like…really popular. Tourist location.”

“A-are you e-ever…dissatisfied?” He questioned. She raised a brow. “No…why would I be…dissatisfied?” “Well you mentioned you love music so I assumed that it’s something you wanted to do.”

“Oh! Well yeah, I love music, but let’s be realistic here: I’m being handed a thriving business in my lap. The bakery never goes out of style either. It’s not like frozen yogurt shops or Boba or I dunno. Everyone wants a treat now and then. It’s a guaranteed job. With this economy, I’m just grateful to have a stable job and income.”

“Have you ever wanted…more though?” Toby’s voice for once was steady.

“Oh? I mean…yeah.” She seemed a little embarrassed. “This town…it gets a little boring. I love it! I do! In a small town though, there’s only so much you can do. My friends make it pretty fun though.”

“Your f-friends?” Toby pretended to be clueless.

“Yeah…Brook, Jaga, Moon, Kai, April. I wouldn’t give them up for anything.”

Tobias didn’t like that.

“I see.”

“When you find friends like those you don’t wanna give them up for anything….everyone always seems to…leave though.” She grips her cup and shifts uncomfortably.

“L-leave?”

(Y/n) nodded. “I’m sorry I’m being…sad. Haha!”

Toby shook his head and sipped. “T-tell me more.” As Toby twitched he noticed the stares. This is why he hated being out in public.

“I dunno. I just. Whenever I make friends they tend to leave. It’s just life you know, but I just hold on. I hold on so tight and I know it’s over but I’ll still hold on to them as tight as I can. As if that would solve the rift between our growing personalities. It’s natural you know? But I can’t stand it. I know it’s over and I still cling to them like a lifeline…Sometimes I wonder why I even bother to make human connection at all. If they’re just gonna leave me in the dust. It’s not their fault though. They just… outgrow my love you know?”

Oh, Angel…

She lets out a breath. “Sorry for making it sad. What have you been up to since you moved here? Settling in okay?” (Y/n) takes a final sip of her coffee and pats her lips with a napkin, leaving faint traces of lipstick on it. She doesn’t notice the way Toby’s eyes zero in on the napkin, his breath catching slightly.

“Uh- just…unpacking.” ‘And jacking off relentlessly into your panties while I think of the wildest fantasies of what I could do to you.’

Her phone went off and she took a look, her face falling. “Shit.”

“What is it?”

“Brooks's boyfriend just broke up with her. I never really liked the guy so I might have to go beat his ass I dunno.” She laughed making it clear it was a joke. “I’m gonna get her a coffee and head out. It’s nice to just talk, you know? Maybe next time you could come over to my place instead?" She looks up at him, smiling hopefully.

His heart races. Her place. She was inviting him into her space, into her world. "S-sure. I’d like th-that." Was it a date? Was she asking him on a date? No…surely he had not progressed that quickly with her. Maybe….

As (Y/n) stands, she casually leaves the napkin on the table, not thinking twice about it."Text me when you’re free, and we’ll plan something! Maybe we can do a movie night at my place." She throws her bag over her shoulder, still smiling. "Thanks for hanging out, Toby. I’m really glad we’re becoming friends.”

"F-friends. Yeah... me too." His words barely make it past his lips, but she hears him. She waves as she heads out the door, leaving Toby alone with the napkin. As soon as she’s out of sight, Toby’s hand darts toward the napkin, his fingers trembling as they brush against the soft fabric. He lifts it slowly, staring at the faint smudge of lipstick.

Her lips were here. She left this…for me. She had to right? She was flirting right??? Leaving her lipstick stains for me, inviting me to her place.

A movie….maybe Toby could…catch her off guard. Unveil her feelings for him? Perhaps if he played his cards right he could even get her upstairs…in the bedroom. Toby was practically drooling.

⦻

Later, back in his room, Toby lies on his bed, clutching the napkin. He presses it against his lips again and again, as though each touch connects him to her in ways she could never understand.

"You don’t even know, do you, Angel? How much do I need you? How much I want you..." His voice is barely audible, swallowed by the darkness of his room.

One day Angel, it won’t be just the things I’ll take. It’ll be you.

All of you.

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cultofdixon · 2 years ago

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Knowing Enough for Him

Rick Grimes [ROMANTIC] | Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her Pronouns • Mute!Reader | Daryl’s Little Sister!Reader • PART 2 to “Knowing Enough for Her” • Alexandria brought a lot out of the group. The good and the bad. Making their time there an eventful one. Little did you know something good would happen to you…even if the honeymoon feeling was cut short • ANGST/SFW/NSFW - implied sex • TW: Scars / Injuries / Canon Violence / Past Abuse / Trauma / Nightmares / Self Harm Scars / Abuse / PTSD

Requested by: Anon

Daryl kept close to his sister the entire welcome into this community and because he’d have to translate for some of the people. Especially Deanna.

“Would you be willing to teach us? We have an ASL book in our library”

This place really has it all huh Y/N signs with her good hand to Daryl as he shrugs for the most part. She nods to Deanna’s asking as Deanna smiles warmly.

“Great! We can arrange such tomorrow but as for a job for you…we’ll still have to discuss such. We have a surgeon in our community that would be more than happy to take a look at that for you” Deanna refers to Y/N’s broken fingers from the time with the claimers watching her cover them with her other hand. She didn’t want to be reminded of them, even if there’s a reminder living on her.

Deanna took note that Daryl was protective of Y/N just from their interviews. No shit they are siblings. But she knew that if she messed with one, she was messing with the other…and worse.

“Where’s your sister go?” Rick asks Daryl about to enter their new residence when he noticed the archer skinning the possum he found outside the gates.

“Inside. She’s checking everything to make sure nothing surprises us”

“By herself?”

“You don’t want to see her when she’s in pain”

“She’s in pain?” Rick frowns thinking one of the Alexandrians must have hurt her further than what she has already endured.

“Yeah, but it’s her hand. We both know it’s bound to hurt. Just. The boss lady made her go get checked out by the doc…Y/N didn’t let me go with her, next thing yknow the doc popped one of her fingers back in place” Daryl rips the skin off tossing it on the railing to the house. “She’s scary when she’s in pain. Has been since…yeah. Anyway, if she tosses somethin’ at yea. I told you so”

Rick took what Daryl said with caution as he enters the house not finding Y/N immediately. He checked the place out himself finding some of the groups’ belongings in the living room and additional stuff provided by Alexandria for new comers. He half expected for Y/N to come out and smack him for the unexpected entrance but when he turned into the living room he saw her knelt down by the floor vent.

“Y/N, you feeling alright?” Rick frowns walking over to her seeing her give a thumbs up with her good hand. “Alright…then what are you doing?”

Y/N moved out of the way to reveal that the wooden panel can open along with the vent lid. In case they needed to hide anything and that’s when Rick knew he could trust her with his suspicions on this place.

The first couple nights everybody was settling into the one house just for the beginning. Daryl kept to the window next to the crib that was given to them for Judith watching Y/N check on her every now and then.

“I’m gonna sleep outside. In case of anythin’”

Take the sleeping bag from the closet, I’ll get the lantern I found in the garage Y/N took her time to sign such to her brother even if all she wanted to do was scream at how frustrating it was to not be able to use her other hand.

Daryl wasn’t going to argue with the others and frankly, Y/N wasn’t going to let them argue with him either. It’s a new community and they had their fair share of fucked ones that no one can blame him for wanting to keep watch outside.

As the Dixons were getting settled or more so Y/N helping Daryl get settled outside. Everyone else was getting settled in the living room and finally turning in for the night.

“You look cozy” Carol smiles stepping out of the house seeing Daryl lay out his sleeping bag while Y/N turned the lantern off for those starting to go to bed inside given they turned the lights off. “How long are you going to sleep outside?”

“Until I better understand this place” Daryl took out one of his homemade cigarettes and before he found his lighter, Y/N had lit hers the second she saw him take a cig out. “Thanks”

“Smart that you’re doing such. But what we really need is our guns back” Carol states right as Rick stepped out in a whole new/old look that part of him doesn’t really like anymore. “Well hello there officer”

You clean up nice Y/N smiles signing to Rick watching him nervously rub the back of his neck trying his best to contain his happiness when she said such.

“Thanks…” Rick almost forgot why he stepped out to begin with and cleared his throat to bring himself back. “Thinkin’ we can start sleeping in our own homes”

“I’ll be holding the Dixons or at least Y/N while her brother camps outside” Carol laughs quietly in mind for the other residences. “But we need to get our guns back”

“I agree”

It won’t be that difficult Y/N chimes in being met with confused expressions. Deanna gave me a job in the pantry. Firmly believes she thinks since I don’t talk that that job would be less communicative on my end. People come in. Check out stuff. Don’t really need me to talk back

“This will be easier than I thought”

It was Daryl’s idea to continue this plan outside the walls of Alexandria the next day. To avoid anyone overhearing what they are saying. Rick left the community with Y/N given she took care of Judith in the morning and part of him didn’t want to miss any moment.

“Y/N doesn’t have to risk her position in its entirety. All she has to do is leave the latch open to the window and I’ll go in and out” Carol starts with. “Then she can remove their existence in the record to avoid suspicions”

“They’ll instantly go after Y/N if shit goes south”

I can take care of myself, D

“I don’t care. They’re ignorant and it takes a while to learn sign. Hell…Deanna might even think you’re faking if anyone gets caught”

“I won’t let that happen” Rick interrupts resting a hand on Y/N’s shoulder reassuringly. “Promise”

Oh she can’t help the butterflies just from a small touch.

Y/N beams when he did such and reassured her of her safety, but she can take care of herself when it gets too far. Even might cross her own boundaries for such. She brought her hand to rest on top of his squeezing it before letting it slide off as she left first to go do the job she was asked to do.

The next day was the party and not everyone wanted to go. Daryl of course didn’t and when he brought it up to Y/N, he half expected her to try and convince him. Instead she remained silent.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to” Daryl frowns nudging Y/N for her attention as she brushes him off. “Y/N…what happened—-“

I’m late for my shift. I have to go Y/N signs before finishing tying her boots and heading straight to the pantry.

Something was off…Daryl at first thought it would’ve been because of the plan regarding the pantry. Then went to the uncertainty of Alexandria…before he even thought about delving into the more personal.

“Carol” Daryl quickly stops her before she got far from the house. “Yea ever run into Y/N check on her for me, alright?”

Her face instantly went from happy into worry when he said that. “Why? What happened?”

“I don’t know. She won’t talk to me just. If it’s anythin’ let me know” Daryl sighs going inside the house leaving Carol to ponder on such while he decided to investigate her room of anything.

Daryl jumps the gun when it comes to these moments but why was it happening now? The last time was when Merle died.

The pantry is almost always quiet even with two people, but that’s mainly because only Y/N’s group knows how to sign to her while the rest of the Alexandrians just talk at her. She was given a notepad from Deanna’s husband Reg after she told him about their new special resident.

Guess she doesn’t even want to try…at first

“Y/N, I’m going to go for a couple of hours to help some of the older folk then I’ll relieve yea” Olivia smiles watching her nod as she flips through one of the books she brought from the house they were given. “Just holler if you need any-….Uhm.” She caught herself and it wasn’t the first time Y/N’s heard that or let alone witness someone become awkward immediately. “Just. I’ll be back in a few”

Y/N watches Olivia leave the pantry and immediately went to open the latch to the window but more specifically break it apparently. These houses may have not been used but that doesn’t mean they don’t wear out. She didn’t mean to and knew if someone caught on that they would pin it to a new comer. But this meant they can come and go freely during the night.

“Hey, Y/N”

The poor Dixon flinched to the words before turning to be met with the sheriff’s worried expression.

“Sorry I didn’t…you alright?”

Just jumpy. I’m fine Y/N frowns tossing the latch to the window into the bin as Rick noticed her hand with the broken fingers were now just taped together instead of a splint. He’s a bit relieved that she’s healing finally after their encounter with the claimers. Did you need something? She signed after snapping to get his eyes back to hers.

“Right. Uhm. Are you going to this thing tonight?”

Still thinking about it

“Right…well, I hope you do. I would—-The group would really appreciate it. As much as some of us still don’t trust this place, others are tryin’…”

After years of not speaking you tend to read body language more than what an average person would do and Y/N could just tell he wants her there…even if it’s not together. Just. There. But something was constricting Y/N’s thoughts and the pain she’s been feeling wanted to strike her down.

“You don’t have to…I know your brother ain’t going and it’s okay if—-“

I’ll go, but I don’t want to be alone Y/N admits as that sparked a smile on Rick’s face taking it as an opportunity even if the man is out of practice.

“We can go together…Yeah. I mean. You me…and Judith…and Carl”

A quiet giggle escaped Y/N as she smiles up at Rick couldn’t help the butterfly feelings.

I will meet you at yours before the party

Rick nods with a smile before leaving. He felt like he won a million dollars but also could’ve been a bit less awkward about it.

The moment Olivia returns to the pantry she noticed Y/N examining a few things as she thought the worse at first but then noticed she written a list on her notepad.

“I can help you find something” Olivia smiles extending her hand for Y/N to give her the notepad.

It was still a few hours before the party and Y/N made her way back to the house carrying a few things that caught her brother’s attention but he knew Carol was inside and he thought she wouldn’t want to be stressed even further by his million of questions.

Even if Carol had plenty of her own but she didn’t question since Y/N entered already asking things of her own.

Mixing bowl?

“Yeah, a small one?”

Y/N nods setting the supplies she took down on the counter as Carol set the bowl down for her seeing the variety.

“You making a salve? What happened?”

Nothing that hasn’t already happened Y/N frowns putting a little bit of everything in the bowl, being handed a spoon shortly.

“You know you can trust me with whatever this is for right? Kind of already made you leave the window open risking your position, the least I can do is keep a secret”

It’s not a secret from Daryl, and won’t be to others once I go to the party. I just. I don’t like looking at it She frowns finishing mixing the salve together as she used to have something in the old world that helped with the inflammation and the itching pain…

“You want help?”

Y/N looks up with a bit of a pleading look.

Carol waited patiently with the salve on her bed as Y/N got dressed in something to make it easier for her friend to see. That thing to be seen was the huge scar on Y/N’s chest when she finally stepped out of the bathroom after putting a tank top on.

“Woah…” Carol suddenly blurts out as she realizes how off putting that could’ve been quickly apologizing after. “Sorry. I’ve..seen my scars just. Wow I have questions.”

It’s not new news that each Dixon child has their fair share of physical abuse by someone that should’ve protected them since the second they were born. But the running trend of when one sibling leaves the abuse goes on the next...just continued.

Only thing was when they lost their mother to a house fire, they almost lost Y/N in the process.

If one asked Merle, he always thought Y/N became mute because of that trauma. Being trapped in the fire under a fallen dresser that crushed her chest cavity is the reason for the scar. But Merle is only half right about her muteness. Screaming for a while to no one coming until the fire department came will always be the running nightmare.

But if one asked Daryl how he thinks Y/N became mute. He’s the right one. Mental trauma manifests differently in people who’ve experienced something traumatic. The fire was the start of Y/N Dixon’s downward spiral. Next of kin was the father, who has a criminal record. This leads to the next Merle, who also has a criminal record. Then left Daryl but he was also just a kid. So social services took Y/N after her accident and she didn’t go back to her brothers until she was twelve. That time apart lead her to close in on herself. She didn’t talk to anybody and that became normal. It frustrated Merle and confused Daryl but they both were just happy to have their sister back once Merle got some of his shit together to take care of both his younger siblings. Y/N used to either write to communicate with her brothers or be physical with the punching or pointing. It was actually Daryl that suggested and found an ASL book in the city library. Y/N was the smartest Dixon and taught herself pretty quickly that lead to her helping Daryl learn. It was like teaching a brick anything when teaching Merle but he learned enough, besides Daryl translates for her when she signed to anyone who didn’t know.

The scar on her chest though, will always remind her of how this all started. Her vocal cords were scarred but she hasn’t spoken since forever.

She doesn’t know if she still has a voice.

“You don’t have to go to the party, Y/N” Carol frowns a few minutes before the party as Y/N signs to her that she promised Deanna and that she was going with Rick and his family. She won’t be alone. Just uncomfortable given Deanna picked her outfit being a dress with a low enough cut to show her scar. Least she’s wearing a cardigan over it to close it over.

“You come find me if anything alright?” Daryl was last to chime in one more thing before Y/N headed over to Rick’s next door as he couldn’t help but worry about what others gotta say.

I will. You know I will Y/N gave him a smile while leaving to find Rick waiting at the end of the steps with Judith in hand. Someone’s excited she smiles instantly covering her chest with her cardigan as she made it to his level.

“Guess I am.” Rick smiles watching as Judith leaned toward Y/N wanting her to hold her. “Think she is to but not for the party”

Y/N instantly takes Judith into her embrace smiling even more when holding the little one. Judith instantly lays against her getting comfortable which lead to the two finally going to the party and right off this random women came up to them mainly to swoon over the baby but to also plant some seeds…or water them.

How old is your daughter?

You two make a lovely couple

She looks so much like you

You look fantastic for someone who’s had a baby

The little one is very lucky to have you two as parents

Your wife is gorgeous

Y/N couldn’t correct them, and Rick didn’t seem to want to. She couldn’t help the blush to form on her cheeks as she went to sit next to Maggie while still holding the baby. The time apart lead to Y/N watching Rick talk with one of the Alexandrians. More specifically Jessie with her son Sam with her who gave him a stamp.

“They seem to be hitting it off, but nothing compared to what I’ve been hearing about you and Rick” Maggie smiles elbowing Y/N watching her try and hide her blush. “What? You both aren’t correcting people and he hasn’t stopped smiling since he came here with you…what’s stopping you from doing anything?”

I don’t want to replace…anyone Y/N admits as she held Judith thinking about Lori and Maggie knew exactly what she meant.

“But life goes on…you’re allowed to be happy”

It’s not too soon…? She frowns at Maggie who was going to ease her concerns when the two heard Sasha lash out. Which felt more like a reality check.

The silence grew in the room as Sasha stood there anxiously that Y/N handed Judith off to Maggie before going to her friend and leaving the party with her. It didn’t resume right away, and some part of Y/N didn’t want to leave…but her priority was always to take care of her family.

It wasn’t until much later that Rick went to check on Y/N and ask about how Sasha was doing. He half expected her to be asleep and inside but Y/N sat on the porch swing in comfortable clothing smiling warmly when Rick approached her.

“Shouldn’t have left yea at the party”

What do you mean?

“I don’t know. Seemed like I gave yea Judith so I could talk to people…”

Judith is great company. I’m never complaining Y/N smiles scooting over for Rick to join her on the swing. Besides. I haven’t been feeling that great all day…Sasha was my out with that party and I stayed with her until she was well enough to get some sleep

“I didn’t…make you feel like you had to go right? You didn’t have to” He frowns feeling he stepped over a line of some sorts but she knew she was going to go regardless. The only thing that made it easier to go was going with him.

The retired sheriff relaxed when he felt her hand gently take his. Rick squeezes her hand bringing back that smile of his.

“Can I admit somethin’?” Rick asks watching her nod as he brought his entire self to turn toward her. “I…Uh…fucking hell…I don’t think I can ever live without yea”

It was subtle at first

The way he looks at her waiting for her to look at him and give him that beautiful smile of hers

How she’s perfect with Judith and caring to Carl

The power she had to her always amazed him

Especially her smarts to help not only her but their family

Y/N is perfect to him, and always has been even when reality takes them all down most days.

He couldn’t help but close the space between the two, pressing his lips firmly against hers. Half expecting her to pull away but Y/N held his shirt for a moment keeping the kiss intact before parting.

“I hope that wasn’t too far…even if there’s much more I wanna do”

The smile that graces her features after such leads to her standing from the porch swing extending her hand for him to take.

Don’t wake anyone Y/N smiles even more making him smile just as much before following her inside the house.

As the next morning came…Y/N stretches her body sighing as she turns to the other side of her bed finding a note but no sheriff.

Had to check on Judith and go on rounds. I’ll be back later darling - R <3

The warm feeling in her chest grew as she held the note for a moment longer before getting dressed for the day.

The day led to a small crowd surrounding Rick in his enraged state over how blind the Alexandrians were. He was becoming too much and Y/N watched as Michonne drew closer and she stopped her quickly.

Let me

“If he hurts you, I’m taking over”

Deal Y/N frowns pushing past a few people and bringing herself closer to Rick who aimlessly waved his gun around.

Right before Rick could say anything more, he tensed to the hand resting on his shoulder as he turned to be met with Y/N’s beautiful E/C eyes. Her worried expression never faltered as she didn’t sign anything and he didn’t say a word. Something switched in him that when she held her hand out, he didn’t hesitate to hand over the gun and before he knew it. He was out cold. Y/N had done the same thing she did to Daryl when they first met and he was causing a ruckus. She pinched a nerve that knocked him out cold and pulled away letting Glenn and Michonne take care of the rest.

After being confronted by Michonne and Carol, Rick left the cell to go back to the house before the bonfire later that determines his residency in Alexandria. He stopped at the steps finding Y/N leaning against the railing.

“You’re mad aren’t you?”

Rick looks at her confused as he brought himself to stand beside her. Why not? He signs wanting this to be more private.

You did what you did for a reason. But what the Alexandrians don’t know is that there’s a much bigger threat than Rick Grimes who’s just trying to show that to them. Y/N frowns rubbing the back of her neck. Even if he did risk his position here

You knocked me out, didn’t you? Before it got worse

Yes, and before Michonne gave you a shiner She laughs sadly crossing her arms as Rick brought himself closer.

They might banish me

Going to have to go through me to enforce that and we both know what will happen if I’m crossed Y/N scoffs smacking his chest getting a smile out of him before leaving to talk to Maggie about the bonfire.

She’s sure of it.

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #Daryl PLATONIC #time uh doesnt exist in twd #cuz i cant remember time skips between the party to rick's outburst #rick grimes fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfiction

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Hiiii! I wanted to write a little something simple for Everlark and decided to lowkey mix two requests! “A kiss on the chest” and “Katniss learning what they did to Peeta in MJ and kissing his scars”. It was supposed to be set Post-Mockingjay but I instead made it a sequel to my “Peeta wasn’t hijacked in MJ reunion oneshot AU”. If you haven’t read it, it’s fine, the title right there tells you everything necessary to know 😂.

I hope everyone who reads this likes it! I loved writing it and I would really appreciate anyone who enjoyed this to like/reblog! It makes me so so so happy 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹. Also thank you to all my constant encouragers, you guys make my day with all your sweetness 🥹🥹🥹🥹.

Summary : Katniss learns more about what they did to Peeta in the Capitol and sets out to try and make him better. [Non - Hijacked Peeta Mockingjay AU].

Burned. Check mark.

Whipped. Check mark.

Starved. Check mark.

Shocked. Check mark.

Tortured (with water and [redacted][redacted]). Check mark.

I toss the file back onto the table where it was left by Peeta’s doctors, unable to stare at it any longer. Unable to stomach reading every which way Peeta was harmed while held prisoner in the Capitol. Again. I’ve already read it upwards of ten times tonight.

It never gets easier. Reading the extensive list of his injuries, reading the details they managed to pry out of him, visualizing what horrible acts were done to to him, listening to his doctors confer among themselves in sympathy and disgust, they themselves deeply disturbed by what he experienced at the hand of the president himself.

“Sweetheart, would you make up your mind?” Haymitch snaps. He’s in the worst mood he’s been in a while.

“Huh?” I furrow my brow and glare up at him.

“Either read that thing or stop messing with it.” He indicates toward Peeta’s file. “I’ve sat here and watched you throw it down and pick it back up a dozen times already. It’s pathetic.”

“You’re pathetic, Haymitch,” I say back but there’s little bite in my tone. I’m too preoccupied with the image of Peeta trapped in a freezing cold cell, naked and bloody and alone and terrified, and it’s driving me absolutely insane. It’s suffocating me, from the inside out. It’s taking up all of the space in my head, leaving no room for even bickering with Haymitch.

And Haymitch knows it too.

Of course, he of all people should be able to read me. After all, the same stupid file — and his crippling remorse — is undoubtedly what’s put Haymitch in such an awful mood in the first place.

“Just go see him, Katniss,” he murmurs, giving me a pointed look. “Go. You’re of no use to him just sitting out here, reading about what’s already been done. Get up and go see him.”

He’s right and I know it. As much as I hate to admit it, I know Haymitch has me there.

But still, I stall. It’s not that I don’t want to see Peeta. The opposite, in fact. Since his rescue thirty-seven days ago — not that I’m counting exactly — I’ve spent copious amounts of time with him. I’ve spent every waking moment that I could in his presence and as many of my sleeping ones that I’m allowed.

The doctors aren’t really thrilled about our arrangement there. They want to keep watch on Peeta as he sleeps, to watch and study and take notes and examine him further, but evidently it’s rather hard to analyze his nightmares with me wrapped around his torso all night, like a protective pretzel.

It’s not that I don’t want to see Peeta right now. It’s the fact that I don’t think I can look him in the eye, after reading exactly what those monsters Snow hired did to him, and pretend it isn’t all my fault.

“I don’t think the doctors are done with him…” I mumble, avoiding Haymitch’s eyes now.

“Cut the crap, Sweetheart.”

“Go away, Haymitch.”

“Go see the boy or I’ll find a way for you to spend tomorrow filming a propo.”

I glare at him again. “Would you stop?”

“Coin is getting hungry for some new ones.”

“Okay, fine, you win!” I exclaim, springing up out of my chair. “Congratulations, Haymitch. You blackmailed me into going to see my own boyfriend. Happy?” I hiss, kicking him in the shin as I walk past his chair.

Not hard enough to hurt him apparently. Not even hard enough for him to care. Instead he picks apart my wording with a smirk. “Your boyfriend? How darn cute.”

“Shut up,” I call as I exit the room.

The last thing I hear is him making loud, obnoxious kissing sounds in my wake.

I slip past the doctors, both the head and the medical, and beyond the nurses and supply carts and trays of food, into the room where I’ve spent more hours in the last month than I can count on two hands.

“Hi,” Peeta whispers softly as I close the door behind me. He’s shirtless, in bed and seemingly half-asleep already, laying on his side beneath the sheets. Waiting for me.

He looks so much better than he did the night of his rescue. His bruises are healing nicely, he’s gaining weight and muscle back, his hair is clean and curly again — thanks to me and Thirteen’s strong, medicinal shampoo — and his skin is starting to lose that scary, pale, translucent look.

But he’s still so hurt. He’s still injured — internally far more than externally — and I swear, I can feel my heart swell up and break into pieces just looking at him too long.

“Hi, baby,” I murmur softly, crawling beneath the blankets and folding him into my arms. Even with all the weight lost, he’s much too large for me to hold completely, so I make due wrapping my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist and stroking the back of his head tenderly.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he says, burying his face where my neck and shoulder meet.

A wave of guilt ripples through me. “Sorry I took so long.”

But he shakes his head, still having no room for spite in his body. Even after everything he’s been through, he’s still so sweet. He’s still so warm and kind and generous.

Well, towards me at least. The same can’t be said for his behavior toward Haymitch, who he blames for leaving us both in the dark about the rebellion.

“You were worth the wait,” he whispers. “You’re worth every wait.”

I feel myself blush and cover it swiftly by kissing his cheek. “How was your tests today?” I ask, smoothing his hair back.

He shoots me a sardonic look now and I giggle like a little kid. Every day when his dry humor peaks through the darkness, I get filled with ridiculous, unparalleled — uncharacteristic — delight.

“Still tedious as ever?” I murmur, rubbing his shoulder with my pointer finger.

“Boring as ever,” he mumbles before closing his eyes again. He’s clearly exhausted from all the probing they did today. And I know I should sleep too.

I usually sleep whenever he sleeps, wake only when the doctors make me leave, spend as much time with him as I can before getting sent away. But tonight I just can’t. I can’t make my brain shut off, despite the fact that at least half the compound is in bed, the other not far behind.

And of course, even tired as he is, even with everything going on in his mind, he still notices my distress.

“What is it?” He whispers, not even opening his eyes.

“Hmm?” I feign oblivion.

“Katniss, I can see something’s wrong.” He opens his baby blues, peaking down at me through his long, tangled up lashes. He has the longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen on a boy.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I reassure him, kissing his upper arm because it’s the closest thing within my reach.

“You saw my file?” He’s fully awake and coherent now, his voice much stronger than before. His tone leaves no room for question, even if I could lie straight to his face.

“Yes,” I whisper, feeling suddenly nervous he’ll be angry. Maybe it was an invasion of privacy to read it, I don’t know. The doctors left it out, I just assumed it was okay. “Are you mad?”

“No.” He chuckles lightly before moving his hand down to my hip, tugging me closer if even possible. “No, I don’t care. Read it as much as you want.”

He really means it too. He really doesn’t care if I invade his privacy, dig into his business and overstep my bounds. I don’t know if I’d be so generous if the situation were reversed.

Then again, going by the things I just read, he’s already been tortured and humiliated beyond belief. I doubt he has any concern for privacy left.

“You can ask me anything, you know,” Peeta says after a minute and I cup his cheek in my hand, shaking my head instinctively. I can’t ask him to talk about what they did. That would be cruel.

Instead I lean up and kiss him on the mouth, slowly and softly. Conveying every feeling I have for him, conveying every ounce of affection and gratitude and longing pent up inside me.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, Peeta,” I whisper against his lips.

I feel his hand cradle the back of my head, massaging my scalp. “I don’t want to keep anything from you,” he finally says, resting his forehead against mine. “Not anything that you want to know.”

My eyes fall, breaking contact with his. I have questions, yes — understatement if I ever heard one — but I refuse to pry and I’m terrified to ask and I don’t even know where to begin after what I read.

But then something catches my attention. A thick, red, angry line, splayed right in the middle of Peeta’s chest. It stands out vividly against his pale skin and blonde chest hair and I can’t look away from it now.

“What’s this?” I murmur, running my finger lightly across the surface, clocking the way Peeta cringes a little at the contact. “Does that hurt?”

He looks at the wall behind my head for a long moment before nodding. “That’s from a whip.” He meets my gaze again before casting his eyes low. “I don’t remember what I did to earn it.”

“Nothing,” I immediately gasp, my head shaking and brows knitting together. The idea that Peeta earned anything that happened in that mansion blasphemous to my ears. “You did nothing, baby.”

“I know,” he agrees, pressing his lips to my forehead lightly. “I just can’t remember why they whipped me that day.”

That day. Because there’s so many days where he was whipped to choose from. Of course.

My eyes land on another mark, this one dark purple and almost circular, high up on his torso, almost on his shoulder. It’s not a bruise, although at first glance it could be mistaken for one. No, it’s definitely a scar. From what, I can’t tell.

I trace it with my thumb, rubbing it back and forth. It’s raised and rough to the touch, a little jagged even, like it never properly healed.

His hand comes up to touch my arm, almost out of reflex, halting my ministrations. “That’s from the early days,” he explains, with almost a touch of humor in his voice. “They were more creative then… and they had a lot of matches on hand.”

It takes me a beat to figure out what he means by matches. “Fire? Fire matches, Peeta?”

“Yeah.” He nods sheepishly. “Snow had a big supply evidently.”

“I will burn him alive,” I say through gritted teeth before I can think better of it.

“Calm down, firecracker,” Peeta laughs but I’m fuming. I’m fuming mad and ready to fight at a moments notice. I probably could even make a half-decent propo right now, the amount of venom coursing through my veins.

I encourage my own anger, feed it, in fact. Because I want to be angry. I want to feel this rage.

Because if I don’t, I’ll start crying. And that’ll only serve to make Peeta feel even worse. Which I can’t let happen.

I’ve already done that too many times.

I don’t tell him any of what I’m thinking. Nothing good could come from that. Instead I search for a way to mask my anger, protect him from seeing it.

I stretch up and press a kiss against the corner of Peeta’s mouth, traveling to his chin, down the side of his neck and over his collarbone.

He responds by letting out a deep sigh, clearly enjoying the attention.

I journey further down his body until my lips land on his chest, exactly where his scar is.

“What are you doing?” He asks breathlessly, peering down at me now. “You don’t have to-“

“Let me,” I whisper, tracing it again with my finger. He shudders a little at the contact. “Let me make it better.”

I hear him swallow hard. “Okay.” He nods a little, quietly inhaling and exhaling.

I lean in slowly and press my lips to the mark, the whip scar, soft and tender.

I can feel him relax beneath me, deflating almost. I don’t sense any sign of discomfort, so I take that as my cue to continue on, kissing the same spot again and again, moving up and down the length of his wound, creating a circuit and following it repeatedly, waiting until he tells me to stop.

“Katniss,” he murmurs, sounding almost pained, like my name hurts.

“Yeah?“

“Thank you.” His voice is almost inaudible, almost a praise or a plea. Tears leak out the corners of his tired eyes.

I have to fight to keep my lip from trembling, to stop myself from crying too. Instead I crawl up his body, keeping my legs wrapped around his waist and fold my arms loosely around his neck.

“Let me kiss them all,” I say into his skin. My mouth travels across the top of his shoulder, my eyes closed, moving by the touch of my lips alone, not stopping until I land on his burn.

I press kiss after kiss into the bumpy, rough scar, until I feel Peeta’s breathing even out against me. I feel his heart beating against me and his chest rise and fall with mine, and an ember of hope that my method may be working grows stronger.

“Roll over for me,” I urge, keeping my voice as gentle as my touch.

“You don’t have to do them all,” he says but I can tell he’s enjoying this immensely. I can tell this helping him more than any treatment the doctors have recommended.

“I want to, Peeta,” I insist, no question in my tone.

Slowly and lethargically, he complies, rolling over so his back is facing me. I keep my hold on him, both my arms and legs wrapped around him like a baby animal clings to their mother.

He has a plethora of scars and wounds on his back. More than I’ve been able to stomach yet. Not once since his rescue have I been able to truly face the sight before me now.

I begin at the top, resting the palms of my hands on his shoulder blades, pressing my mouth to the center of his spine, to the back of his neck, the back of his ribs, anywhere with a painful mark or dark bruise.

I keep going, never tiring, as if I can kiss him better. As if my kiss can take away everything that’s happened, everything that I unintentionally caused and everything I ache to go back and stop. I kiss him like I can make him whole again. Like I can heal his fractured heart.

Eventually he relaxes underneath me, his breathing evens out again and he goes slack.

Even then, I keep kissing him. Even in his sleep, I refuse to stop trying to heal his hurt.

“I love you, Peeta,” I whisper against his arm, knowing full well that he cannot hear me anymore. “I love you and I’m so sorry that I couldn’t save you from this. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.”

My lips are still on his back when the doctors order me out of the room.

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littlesislovesyou · 2 months ago

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Ah but I love sexually torturing and edging you...<333 It's fun and I love your reactions and you becoming as primal as I do when you tease me in return...I am sorry not sorry that I teased you before work but you did the same to me! I'm simply...returning the favor~ But I can always use that rag on you before work so you don't have to clock in~? But that'll cause issues like a missing poster (which would be hot) so I guess I'll just fuck a load into your tight ass while I finger fuck your desperate cunt until you cum for me after kidnapping and taking you to an alleyway...and then let you go to work with my cum plugged up and kept inside of you. While I continue to stalk and tease you from the shadows until you finally clock out 🤭🔪

And you'd be a good girl for laying unconscious and tight for me to use and roughly breed you while moaning out loud how tight and good your holes feel as you can't even resist...so fucking hot~ I need to cum inside of you and all over your unconscious face...give you a pretty facial and take pictures and record me using your holes for my pleasure.

Atta girl...I've wanted nothing more than to make your pretty brain leak out through your pussy baby...such a good girl for me, hm? Keep blaming me though when I do these things to you...when you reassure me I'm not making you uncomfortable...it's kinda hot when you do that 🖤🤫😈

Awww but I know that made you ruin your panties, sis...and I can always find out right now whether you like it or not. Struggle if you want...it makes your big brother harder and more eager to find out and making you cum on my fingers and mouth before raping my not so innocent little sister again...I'll corrupt you and make you just as bad as you made me unable to resist you as payback always~ <3333

Omg I've...never been given the ability to control someone's toy before? If you did I'd LOVE to try it and tease you with it alongside my asks...another weapon, like a knife or a gun to wield to make you a horny, insatiable slut for me~

You naughty minx...💕🥵👀

Mhm...we're both disgusting and keep making each other worse and more fucked up in a hot way for both of us and I couldn't ask for anything better and wouldn't want it any other way either~ I'm glad you love it too and I missed you just as much my pretty mutual~ 💗

Awww that's so sweet 😭 😮😌 I'm only in and out all day because I've got stuff to do and can't brainrot on Tumblr often lol but it makes me happy you stay on to see me... >< I'm here when I can be and of course wanting to see you has motivated me to check at least once during the day and guaranteed at night so we could talk some more 🖤💜🫂

But I'd understand if you weren't here as much. Take your time for yourself. I guess I'll have to dm you sooner rather than later so we can check Tumblr for each other when we both have the time then lol

But please have a great night and sleep well and have the lewdest, happiest dreams~ And sorry not sorry if this makes you a horny mess in the morning lmaoooo to get ahead of future me. Would you tell me what panties you're gonna wear tomorrow to work if that's okay? 😇

I'll miss you...

Forever mine~ ; 3

Ahhh good morning!! 🥺💗 I hope you have a lovely day my beautiful mutual<3 I’m sorry we didn’t get to talk much last night! I have a shorter day today thankfully<3 so hopefully whenever you’re on tonight I’ll be able to stay up and talk with you! 🥺💗

And ahh I just can’t help it! I might say stop or no please but I secretly love it;’) especially when you don’t listen<3333 and ah yes, simply just returning the favor hm?💗

God do you know how embarrassed I would be if you stuffed me full, plugged me up and sent me to work with your cum in me<333 maybe after I get off you immediately find me again, taking me into another alley~ removing the plug and watching your cum leak out of me, all the while telling me how much of just a little slut I am for keeping a strangers cum inside of me allll day 💗💗💗😳

Ugh you seriously do things to me, so many things🖤🖤 I hope you know I’m just as crazy for you, I’ll definitely answer that ask as soon as I can bc it literally just made my heart melt ugh, the whole thing and I just wanna give it ( and also you ) the proper attention it deserves 🥺💗

And honestly I know you’re nervous so really just don’t do it until you’re absolutely sure you want to message<3 and honestly it wouldn’t be any different;’) I’m still going to tease you just as much as you tease me<3 💗💗 plus I want to show you concepts I’m working on currently;0 I want your opinion<333 💗

Ahh 💗🫣 I bet I would look so pretty with your cum covering my face, maybe you end up making me watch the video you took, the next day ☺️ making me watch how you used my unconscious slutty holes, making them yours<3 you’d reach over and put a hand inside my panties, seeing how wet I would get from watching it even though I may be crying☺️💗💗💗 I just can’t help but get wet from it

Agh I absolutely love everything you send to me;’) I’m glad the reassurance pushes you to feel more comfortable💗☺️ and I’m glad it’s a turn on;’) me just giving you the reassurance to be such a perv~ to tell me such messed up things you want to do to me 🥺 ugh and the fact I get wet from all the depraved stuff💗💗💗💗 ugh I love it so much<3 I hope you know I look forward to talking to you<3

Also it’s okay if you’re not on a lot either! I understand everyone gets busy 🥺💗 I just meant your notifications are all I have been looking for lately<3 you seemed to have distracted me;’)

Ahh I’m gonna end up being late for work heheh but I just wanted to reply to at least one and tell you I miss you my pretty mutual! And I hope you have a wonderful day<333 💗💗

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preciadosbass · 3 months ago

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17/8/24 [2X DIYS!! draft from yesterday — key + significant photos at end]

woke up at 4 because i got mixed up last night regarding the bootsale and thought it was today. i soon realised that my dad agreed to take me tomorrow, so i went back to sleep. i slept on and off, and actually woke up at 8:40. when i woke up, i scrolled on emo/sceneblr and saw that ronnie radke streamed and i missed it :’[ - i attatched pictures of my DIY’s and stuff to the upcoming weekly recap and went through a few more drafts. i spent quite a lot of time just on socials and looking through pinterest so i finally got round to doing something at 10:50. i saved a spiderweb made out of wire in my DIY pinterest board yesterday and wanted to try. i then put on the ronnie radke stream for something to listen to in the backround. i tried for ages to make it look cool, but it’s safe to say, i failed miserably. so i decided to make a bracelet instead. i used plain black elastic and these rainbow-black beads that smell of metal [i don’t know how to explain the colour, you’ll see in the photo at the end]

once i was done [11:20] i painted a few more rocks. i attempted to make one with multiple sharks on, then a single great white, a fish skeleton, and just a spiral patterned rock. the multiple shark one was an utter disaster and i messed up the spiral rock with black paint but it sort of looks textured now so i’m not devastated about it. i just don’t think anyone else will be able to look at it and not think it’s the ugliest thing they’ve ever seen in their life because i can’t see through its ugliness either. they’re all incredibly imperfect but i honestly prefer things when they’re messy. i still am a perfectionist though, if that makes sense. i only like certain things to be scruffy, like my patch stitching, or painting, or sometimes physical writing. anyway, i think i’ll keep the great white and fish skeleton one, i’ll probably paint over the spiral it’s literally atrocious. while doing this, the ronnie [radke] stream ended so i started listening to sky eats aeroplane and get scared. i finished doing the rocks at 12:12, counting the time i waited for the paint to dry. [photo at end]

afterwards i went outside with boris from 12:20 to 1:50 when i got dressed. while i was out there a few horses came by and the people riding them were shouting about something or another. today i wore this low cut black + checkered shirt that used to be my mums, black ripped skinny jeans, knee high converse, a studded belt, a taxidermy scorpion necklace, a taxidermy silver fox tail [with a barn owl keychain attatched], gray + black striped arm warmers sleeping with sirens bracelet, long spiked cuff bracelet, the new bracelet id made, mcr bracelet, can tab bracelet, and a panic! at the disco bracelet. [photos at end]

today me, my parents and my sister were going to a party. i dont know or anyone remembers or if anyone reads my journals to know, but quite a while ago my neighbour that id never met before invited me and my family to his wife’s birthday party. upon getting there, two random women started speaking about how much i’d grown up but i swear i’ve never been around them before haha. i noticed a girl playing with the younger children in the huge garden and thought she looked epic. she had dark purple roots and her neck was decorated in gothic jewellery. she also had a couple of piercings but i couldn’t see what type because of the distance i was from her. i got frustrated because i knew that i wouldn’t have the confidence to even compliment her and both of my parents seemed to think she was at least in her 20s. while i was speaking to my dad about approaching her, she walked away from the kids and came up to me.

she said she loved my outfit and that i reminded her of her younger self. she also asked what bands im into but i’m terrible at listening things off the top of my head so i scrolled through a bit of my playlist and showed her. she mentioned loving mcr. while doing so, her friend walked over. she hyped up my playlist and the alt girl asked how old i am. i told her mine, and she said her age back. [shes currently 19, i’m going to assume the other friend is around the same age/the same age] i also asked if she’d seen any live bands, she said yes but didn’t name anything in particular. however she did mention that she’s also going to see slipknot in december!! not at the same venue as me, though.

afterwards she asked if i wanted to come up to the bar and get a drink with them both. i said i already had a drink over at my chair and they encouraged me to follow them anyways. once they’d gotten their drinks, we all sat on a beanbag next to a fountain in the garden. they took out cigarettes and J [the alt girl, the other one i think is still alt but dosent dress in a way that’d give it off] started asking about school and if i have any alt friends. i told her and N [the other girl] that i’m not in school or technically being homeschooled, and told them a little bit about my social life. we all just talked about how hard it is to be alt/have any kind of alt mindset in school [or in general] and how ruthless people can be. J also showed me some pictures of her in secondary.

N was already pretty drunk [i assume, or she might’ve had bad memory] and kept on forgetting about me not going to school. they were both the loveliest people i’ve ever come across and i was literally ecstatic. i think they were both glad i came across them as well considering they related to not having any alt freinds at some point and how lonely it can feel. J kept on making sure i was okay with them drinking/smoking and asked if she was being a bad influence. i honestly don’t mind what people do around me, so. THEY WERE SO NICE AA I CANT BELIEVE I MET THEM!!!!

it started getting colder outside as the sky got darker and the music was super loud so J invited me to come up to her room with N. turns out that J is the grandchild of my neighbours. she lives in scotland, but comes down quite often to meet up with family. as for N, she lives in the same town as the grandad i last saw, where i got my evanescence and avril cd. before going upstairs, they both got another drink and once again, asked if i wanted anything. i haven’t really had alcohol in large amounts before so i said it would be cool to try vodka/coca cola. they asked if i was sure and we went up to get our drinks. after we made our way up to J’s room and all sat on her bed. we just spoke about random stuff while i tried getting used to my drink [i haven’t had vodka before i’m a loser i know]. J started playing some screamo/metal music but i didn’t get the opportunity to ask what band it was. [8:45pm]

we spoke about random stuff, more about what it’s like to have alt friends, cool alt clubs i could go to when i’m 18, that i can text/game with either of them if i’d like, and we exchanged instagrams. i didn’t get N’s but she said for me to ask J’s for it when i text her at home. this whole night i smiled more than i have in at least a year, not even overreacting. the last time i can remember being so full of just every positive emotion was when i got boris/my late cat, riley. and we got boris 4 years ago. N started getting the munchies and J suggested i should get something to eat because of me drinking. we went downstairs to the kitchen and J got be some crisps. she opened up about past eating issues while we were upstairs so she already knew that i’m nervy about eating too.

while we were there, this younger boy, one of the children that J and N were playing with earlier started filling a toy truck with popcorn and delivering it to people. meanwhile, J and N spoke to these other two girls. i’m pretty sure J mentioned that they’re her cousins, and that N is also really close with her family. i let them speak and we sat in the kitchen eating for a while. what we did after this is kind of a blur as this was when i was starting to get drowsy, but i’m almost certain we went back outside after eating. the music was somewhat louder and they were playing more singalong tracks. J and N got up on the dance floor bit [which is actually a really cool pateo, the floor is originally from a cobble road in london and my neighbour got it taken out and put in his garden.]

they were playing pitbull, oasis, kings of leon, the killers, etc. J could sense that i didn’t know what to do and didn’t want to watch them because that’d be weird, so she consensually pulled me up onto the dance floor. she put my hand in hers and we danced together. for oasis and the killers [possibly more, i cant remember] all of us, me, J and N danced together and interlocked arms/hands. i don’t think i’d ever felt that free or comfy in myself. like, i danced.. in front of tons of total strangers. i danced for what felt like forever [in a good way, i was loving it. i also don’t know if this is odd to say concidering our age difference, even though i only mean it in a platonic way, but it was nice to be held hands with and included with activities. i haven’t willingly engaged in any kind of physical touch in years [literally] as i really struggle with it and a few other things. but yeah, it felt really nice to be comforted by the holding of hands + dancing.]

all of us were leaning into eachother and swaying our hair and shaking our heads whenever any kind of beat dropped. we’d all come closer to eachother and sing at one another. after definitely over an hour of dancing and singing our hearts out, we were understandingly exhausted so J and N sat down on the outside chairs and smoked some more. we sat mostly in silence, while talking about how nice tonight had been/how fun dancing was [etc] every now and then. the music finishes and people started to pack up, so my parents signalled for us to head off. at this point, my sister had gone home absolutely ages ago to game with her friends. which is good in a way because otherwise she would’ve followed me around/found out about me drinking/and possibly told someone. shes reliable with secrets until she’s not, kind of thing.

we said our goodbyes, hugged and then walked across the side of the road home. we got back at approximately 12:20 and i attempted to process how much fun id had and the fact that i literally made FRIENDS. TWO FRIENDS. i’m quite literally overjoyed. and super excited to see them again. J’s mum seemed to like me and she [J] said that we’ll be able to meet up again, hopefully decently soon. i watched a patrick stump X pete wentz interview, had a 15 minute nap, and asked my questions about boris at 1 after my sister had gone to sleep. me and my mum got into an argument again [we usually do, it’s not really ever me and my dad that have a full on argument.] she got mad at me because she slipped up and said something implying that boris won’t be the slightest bit okay tomorrow so i freaked and started sobbing.

i finically finished at about 3 and cried over how loud and angry my mum was at me up until roughly 3:20. i shouldn’t really have been overwhelmed/sad concidering how much of a success the party ended up being, but i was just so terrified that boris wouldn’t be okay/awake in the morning and my mum wasn’t making it any better. i appreciate how annoying all of this is for the both of them, but she refused to try and understand/address my concern even after me explaining and my dad going through it aswell. she knows how paranoid i am over boris and she just ultimately told me she didn’t care [not exact words] and that i was trying to make myself scared/feel bad.

once coming downstairs, i tried to calm myself down, got undressed into my onesie, did my teeth, and then said goodnight to boris. i did this quite ‘late’ as i had to wait until id completely stopped crying because boris sometimes gets scared over the sound of crying/sniffling. i finished saying goodnight to him at nearly 4am. before i was about to go to sleep, boris welcomed himself into my room and crawled inside my clothing drawers. i started to get worried as i heard scratching and he wasn’t coming out, but he did soon enough and let me fuss him for a bit while he ate, before i got into bed. i went to sleep at 4:10 and eliminated the thought of even trying to write a bit of my journal as i was so tired. [that’s why this is draft, sorry lol]

🗝️ — boris/my cat, questions [about boris]/i ask my parents questions about my cat to verify he’s okay + will be okay in the morning. its a compulsive thing and i’m hopefully going to be tested for OCD in the future.

have a good day/night O_o

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daddyblackjack · 2 years ago

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Arcane Ink - Chapter 4

Authors note: A bit of angst, followed by a bit of fluff. You know the drill.

Pairing: Weskano (Albert Wesker x Vittorio Toscano)

SFW

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Vittorio couldn’t sleep. Being embraced by Albert had felt so incredibly good, and he was still hurt about the harsh way Albert had gotten up and basically kicked him out. He had suddenly become incredibly distant, as if Vittorio had done something horribly wrong. But he had thought that Albert enjoyed it when Vittorio played with his hair, and he looked so cute and peaceful when he fell asleep on Vittorio’s chest, just to be dropped like a hot rock the second he woke up again. Vittorio had had a good cry after returning to his housing. His emotions were still a mess, but he doubted he would be able to sleep anyway, even if they weren’t. Even after 600 years sleep scarcely came to him, often interrupted by nightmares, either Kovacs, Portoscuro, or the winged demon. Countless lives lost due to his incompetence to stop the violence. He considered having a look at the sketches Albert had been making of the tattoos covering his body, but he didn’t need to be reminded of him. He would have another session with him tomorrow anyway. Why had he felt relieved when Albert had agreed to continue the sessions? He would just toy with Vittorio again. As Vittorio was lost in thought, that’s when he heard a knock on the door.

When he opened it, he was in utter disbelief. Why the fuck was Albert here? “Can I come in?” Vittorio wanted to slam the door in his face. He wanted to scream all his hurt at him. Instead, he stepped to the side and motioned for him to come in. It took everything in Vittorio to suppress his anger, to not lash out, to not give into the violence. He was being tested again. Albert was standing next to him, looking at him expectantly. “What do you want?” Vittorio asked him. The edge in his voice seemed to take Albert off guard. He hesitated, it seemed as though he was taking the time to choose his words, until he finally said: “I’m having a sleepless night. I wanted to see if you were awake so we could do the session now.” Que Cazzo. Albert had said it so matter-of-factly, as if nothing had happened the night before. As if they were still only doing this for research purposes. Vittorio felt his jaw clench. Did the affection they shared mean nothing to him? Did he mean nothing to him? It was infuriating how much desire he felt for Albert, and how he seemed to toy with him. And yet Vittorio knew that he wanted to keep going, that he wanted to feel his touch again. It was the first good sleep he had had in centuries when he woke up in Albert’s arms, after all. He longed for that peacefulness. “What, right here, right now?” Vittorio asked, skepticism lining his voice. “If you don’t mind. Might as well use the time efficiently if we’re both not sleeping.” Vittorio sighed. “Fine.” Vittorio looked around, trying to figure out where it would be best to do a session in his quarters. He had a lot less room than Albert did, merely a desk with a chair and a bed. His job in the realm was to be cattle, after all. He didn’t feel comfortable with the thought of Albert hovering around him in an awkward position if he lied down on his small bed that was shoved into the corner of the room. “What part of my body do you need to work on?” He asked Albert as he considered his options. “I finished your chest and shoulders. I would work on your stomach next.” “Hmm… how about I sit on the desk, and you can sit in the chair?” Vittorio offered. Albert raised his eyebrow at him. “Will you be fine sitting without anything to rest your back against for that long?” “I’ll manage.” Vittorio said as he took his shirt of and hopped onto the desk. Albert grabbed the chair and scooted it to the desk, gently nudging Vittorio’s knees to the side. He was now practically sitting between his legs. Vittorio felt his cheeks flush. He had wanted to work in a less intimate position, but now he felt even more exposed. Albert reached over, behind Vittorio, leaning against him as he did. Vittorio immediately turned bright red and froze, but before he could ask Albert what he thought he was doing, he already pulled away, notebook in hand that had been lying on the desk behind where Vittorio was sitting. When Albert glanced up at Vittorio, he smirked but made no further comment. Albert bit off his glove as he was holding the notebook with his other hand, and gently placed his hand on Vittorio’s flank, causing Vittorio to tense up, almost flinch, at the sensation. “I need you to sit up straight.” “Sorry, your hand is cold.” And Vittorio’s sides and lower abdomen were incredibly sensitive and ticklish, and Albert had looked so hot when he took his glove off like that. Vittorio tried to straighten out but was still tense. Feeling Albert’s touch again, how he was holding his waist as he examined his tattoos felt amazing, but Vittorio didn’t want to allow himself to enjoy it. He didn’t want to be disappointed again. He shut his eyes, brow furrowed, and jaw clenched.

“Relax.” Albert told him, as he rubbed his hand along Vittorio’s waist, which send shivers through his whole body. Albert bit his lip. He enjoyed teasing Vittorio too much, he had to stop himself before he got carried away again. Vittorio was still visibly upset from the previous night, and Albert was surprised that he had even agreed to let him continue the session now in the first place. Albert apparently had Vittorio a lot tighter in his grip than he had originally thought. But using him for his own pleasure was dangerous. When they were like this, when he saw Vittorio shudder from his touch, Albert felt his own heart race. He continued tracing the scripture on Vittorio’s right flank, letting his fingers glide over the writing, feeling the tingle from the glow moving through the tattoo.

“Hey, Al?” “Yes?” Albert said as he looked up to meet Vittorio’s gaze. “Why did you kick me out?” he said, the pain that he was still feeling visible in his eyes. Albert sighed and put the notebook down. “I had to get back to work. And I had promised you that I would ensure your safety at my quarters, which I can’t do if I’m not there. So, I had to escort you back.” He left out the part about losing control of his own thoughts, the desire he had felt when he had woken up on top of Vittorio. He continued tracing where he had left off. “Are the trials really that important to you?” There was an edge in Vittorio’s voice. He needed to know where Albert’s priorities lied. If all he cared about was appeasing the entity, then he had misjudged Albert’s character. There had to be more to his answer, right? “I don’t care much for being punished, and considering that I’m one of it’s best… servants, I’ve been enjoying quite a bit of leeway.” Albert said as he continued tracing the writing. It took everything in Vittorio not to shudder at the sensation, feeling those contradicting emotions of longing and disappointment again. “The more I provide for the entity, the more equipment I gain for my research.” He continued, as he let his nail run along the outline of Vittorio’s abs, sending a shiver up his spine. Vittorio inhaled sharply. “What, are you trying to say that you’re doing this for us, killing innocent people over and over again?” Vittorio said while trying to compose himself, frustration lining his voice. “It’s my job. I’m not doing it for anyone.” “Is that all you care about?” Do you care about me at all? That’s what Vittorio really wanted to ask. Albert sighed, pushing his glasses up to rest on his hair and pinching the bridge of his nose. “What I care about is finding a way to get out of this place. And if researching the makings of this realm is made easier by being rewarded for sacrificing people, then that is what I will do.” Albert replied, sounding annoyed. “It’s not like they’re dead permanently anyway, so no harm done.” He added, muttering it under his breath. Vittorio’s jaw dropped. He believed that the survivors and killers could find a way to work together to escape, like he and Albert had, and felt that the violence and divide the entity caused between the two groups was actually hindering them from their shared goal. Yet Albert seemed to endorse it. And not only that, if what he said was true, then all he wanted Vittorio for was to use him for research purposes. He sat in silence, desperately trying not to cry, as Albert was finishing up the sketch on the tattoo on one of his abs. He would really have to consider working together with this man moving forward. “That should be enough for this session.” Albert said as he closed his notebook and got up. Vittorio sat motionless on the desk. “Well, I best get going then.” Albert said, after a moment of silence in which Vittorio didn’t respond. Good. Go. “Stay.” Vittorio felt the word escaping his mouth before he had just realized what he said. “Please.”

Stay. It hadn't been a command, or a request, or a desperate plea. It had been an invitation. Vittorio had said the word so softly, like a confession, almost too quiet for Albert to hear. Now all he heard was his heart pounding out of his ears. He thought he had pushed him away successfully, that Vittorio wouldn’t indulge him anymore, but the bittersweet sadness of his voice had nailed Albert to the floor. As if Vittorio had just cast a spell on him. Albert must have stared at him in silence for longer than it had felt, since Vittorio shifted awkwardly, and his eyes darted to the floor. “Sleeping next to you was the first sleep I’ve had that wasn’t haunted by nightmares.” “Sleeping next to you was the first sleep I’ve had at all.” Albert murmured. Vittorio’s eyes went wide as his cheeks flushed, Albert now also bright red, realizing that he had meant it. Before he could say anything else, Vittorio approached him and hugged him tightly. He said it again. “Stay.” Albert breathed in his scent, standing with him in silence for a while, his head spinning. “Fine.” Albert’s thoughts were screaming at him to leave, that he shouldn’t indulge this, that he was going weak. As he was sitting down on the bed his thoughts were yelling at himself for how pathetic he was for still craving affection, that he didn’t need those puny mortal things, that he was acting like a cretin. As he was lying down his thoughts were bellowing at him for being a failure, that he was worthless, that he had no right to call himself a god. As he pulled Vittorio into his chest, he snarled at himself to shut up. And as he inhaled Vittorio’s scent, pressing his nose into Vittorio’s hair, it was finally quiet. Vittorio seemed to reposition himself a couple of times before pulling away slightly. “What’s wrong?” Albert asked, grateful that his voice didn’t show the slight panic he felt. Had he changed his mind? “The zipper and the leather from your suit aren’t exactly comfortable to rest against.” He answered with an apologetic look on his face. “Oh, forgive me.” Albert replied, immediately feeling relieved, as he sat up and took his top off. He usually didn’t wear anything underneath, and he could see Vittorio’s eyes darting across his body. Albert realized that this was the first time Vittorio had seen him shirtless. “Like what you see?” he teased as he also took off his belt, making Vittorio blush as he turned his gaze to the floor, seemingly ashamed. Albert lied back down and motioned for Vittorio to join him. As he hesitated, Albert gently grabbed him and pulled him down towards him. He could feel Vittorio go stiff as his face was now pressed against Albert’s bare chest. His own heart skipped a beat. Feeling Vittorio’s naked torso against his, the slight tingle from the glow moving across his body, was so intense. He started rubbing Vittorio’s back and neck and felt him slowly melt into the sensation. He felt Vittorio wrapping his arms around his waist, holding him tightly, as if he was scared that Albert would disappear. Not this time. Albert thought to himself as he answered the embrace by pulling Vittorio in tighter. He felt Vittorio’s breathing slowing as he was starting to doze off, and closed his own eyes, sighing deeply. He couldn’t remember the last time, before sleeping next to Vittorio, that he had felt this peaceful. Perhaps he never had.

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the-trinket-witch · 1 year ago

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Practically Perfect Ch. 13

(Ch 14 |Ch 12 |Ch 1)

Albert’s sleep cycle was pretty much decimated. Sleep would stay for a couple of hours, only to leave in time for him to wake and retch. The morning came sooner than he would have liked, but with the day brought visitors: Yuu, Grim, Jack, Ace and Deuce. Their worried faces melted to relief as they saw their friend awake. Ace and Deuce bounced over to either side of the bed, ready to barrage him with questions.

“Dude are you okay?!”

“How are you feeling?”

“We heard you about overblotted the other night trying to keep up with orders.”

“That bastard Azul pushed you way too far. We’re gonna make him pay for this somehow.”

“Once we get that contract completed we’ll beat his-”

“Oi! Knock it off-you’re overwhelming him. He probably hasn’t even had a chance to wake up all the way,” Jack barked. “Sorry. And...Sorry about the other night. We tried getting in before we got your text and got caught. He took the opportunity with you busy to catch us into making that deal without you. Damn, we shoulda waited.”

Jack’s ears and tail couldn’t help but sag. Al tried organizing his thoughts through the mess of questions.

“One: I’m feeling better. Much better than yester-” He started before reaching for his bin. “Better than yesterday,” his voice echoed with his face still in the bucket. “It’s been off and on like...that for a little while. I-I really don’t know what happened. I needed more time, I was able to find a smidge of magic left and-” His face out of the bin, now, he tried making sense of his own words. “I was able to make it. It felt like I got a second wind, but once I had a moment to stop, everything crashed. Everything got too hot, cold, too bright and too dim; I didn’t know whether I’d be able to finish.”

“Kinda like overheating a mag-wheel,” Deuce muttered, trying to make sense of Al’s description. “The engine belt warps, sometimes it’ll catch and keep going; other times it slips and the engine about completely di-keels over.” He caught himself before bringing up the possibility of a permanent end.

“I assure you, gents, I’ll be fine, just give me til tomorrow and I’ll be right as rain and I can help get our classmates free along with our dorm back,” Al replied, eyeing Yuu and Grim. Grim gave a rather solemn look which concerned Al. “What happened? Were we not able to fufill it?”

>Right now we’ve been staying at Savanaclaw, here’s what he wanted us to do…

>Well, It’s kinda like this…

“Tomorrow’s the last day? That’s what the twins were up to? What can we do in the meantime? Do we even have a plan?” Albert asked.

“Right now our only ‘plan’ is trying to find a way to get the contract and destroy it.” Ace said.

“He’s probably already changed the combination to that lock on there. And last I’d seen he had a lock on it for a key. Unless there’s some kind of missing compartment in his desk, he probably has it on him. Damn. I’m actually kind of at a loss for ideas. I’m sorry.”

Jack assured, “C’mon now. You shouldn’t be tryin’ to carry our asses. This is our mess and we’ll figure it out, somehow. We just wanted to check in on you, fill you in and see if you needed anything. You’ll call us if you do, right?”

“Of course. Thank you, all of you. I’ll try helping out as soon as I can. Please keep me informed so we’re on the same page, in turn then?” Albert replied.

Everyone nodded. A couple of reassuring pats on the shoulder and they made their leave. He could hear Grim ask what he meant about ‘What the Twins were Up to’ as he make an attempt to slip back to sleep. He couldn’t track how long he’d been out, but the smell of something salty and earthy alerted his senses. He roused out from the covers to find a tray of food: miso soup, a few strips of some root vegetable that’d been pickled, a cup of some sweet, ginger scented tea, and a small bowl of rice porridge topped with another pickled item. Al couldn’t help feeling pitiful in his state, especially with someone building him a meal with what seemed like a lot of care. He scanned the room for the sender, to find a familiar shock of steely hair. Azul had already been focused on Al, his expression much softer than he’d ever seen before.

“Ah, there you are; did you get some meaningful rest? I see Jade and Floyd had stopped by, like I asked, to drop off your school work. Can’t allow such a ‘Practically Perfect’ student to fall behind, can we?” he noted. “I’ve been made mention that these are all good human treatments for those with a hard time keeping things down.”

Albert sat in his bed, silent. The apprehensive face he’d made didn’t seem to go unnoticed. It had been answered with Azul lowering his stare and biting his cheek. He looked between his guest and the tray for a couple of moments, before hesitantly starting in on it. The soup went down well, and when it didn’t come back to greet him, decided it as a sign to continue. He made as best an attempt at maintaining decorum, for someone getting their first taste of food in almost two days. Once the tray had been cleared, Al curled over to bow in thanks.

“I appreciate the gesture. I guess when I’m out, you know where to send the bill.”

He flung his head up at the sound of Azul chuckling. “Most things in life are transactional; in this case it’s in a different direction than you’re thinking. This is just a small movement to even things with you, actually, for your service this past week. I know, now, why you seemed so eager to join my ranks. You wanted to find some hole in my defenses that might allow you and your…friends to get some kind of leverage to free my little anemones. Most in that position, I’d imagine, would try squirreling their way out of their contractual obligation once their plan had been found out. You surprised me. You still went above and beyond to make sure we were square. Most resign themselves to failure when they finally grasp how steep their payment is. Honestly, you really didn’t have to do that. I’d almost wish you hadn’t,” He baulked. “While it would be advantageous to have your time-stop ability, or at least an extra hand in running the place, I’d rather not have had blood, potentially, on my hands just so someone could fulfill their contract.”

Silence between the two stuck in the air like fog. Albert had thought for a bit on what to say. His face showed a journey on what his next words might lead to. He ruminated on the tone the other man had given: Fake, hiding something. It was easy to tell, though, what the inflection was hiding was a genuine concern. A sigh punctuated the silence before he finally spoke.

“You’re right. I saw the dilemma my friends and their friends were in and I saw a way to help them find a way out. If you’d found yourself in that kind of position, would you do the same? I can’t say such predatory deals end up well in the end for most parties, but a contract is basically a legal promise; and I will have you know I don’t make Piecrust Promises. We agreed on the parameters, and I intended to fulfill it. No mention was made on how I was to carry it out, just to do so within the timeframe and to a specific standard. Is that not how it supposedly goes on your half of a contract? You seem to have been satisfied with the service, right?” Albert retorted.

“No. No I don’t think I would. I wouldn’t know what that’s like. I have Jade and Floyd, but we all agree we only really see ourselves as ‘associates’,” The reply stung with ice only someone who felt truly alone could conjure. “I’ve also never found myself in a position where I had friends to have to save. Still, I have to commend your attempt at giving them a leg up, even if it did end up giving me an advantage. And as much as it pains me to say, you did well enough for your deal. Honestly, though: with this plan of yours going so far south, would you have tried again, if given the chance?”

“Yes. If I knew back then what I do now, I would have a better understanding of how I could improve, maybe even change the outcome. I would do what I thought needed to be done to keep my friends safe.” His reply flew out without any hesitation or doubt.

“I don’t know why you would. You barely know them. How long’ve you known those fools? A month or so?”

“A little more than that but yes. Don’t friends usually start by just being faces you see more often than usual in a day?” Al’s face reacted before he could hide it; was it some look of pleading? An offer? “Yuu is, I like to think, my ward. They don’t have any magic, and Grim is ineffectual at best, but being designated Dorm Leader, I think I have a duty to protect everyone I lead. If not lead, I can at least assist them to be their better selves. Besides, what kind of personal assistant could I ever hope to be if I couldn’t be a second set of eyes for those that would ask it of me? ”

“By your definition, then we would…” The words clung to his throat, but a blush still crept onto Azul’s cheeks. “ No, outside of class we have strictly a professional working ‘relationship’! I certainly wouldn’t dare impose such an assumption as ‘friendship’ on someone who had just finished lording a contract over you. You know me even less than your supposed ‘friends’!” Azul sputtered with the accusation, his stomach fluttering at the implication. The collected mask he wore started to slip. “Hell, this is probably the first time either of us have actually talked with each other outside of class or work. We don’t know anything about each other, how could we possibly be friends?” Azul baulked. His face grew hot with frustration at what he assumed Albert was suggesting.

Al smiled, a little amused at his classmate’s reaction.

“Well, I’ve been told you’re a coin collector, and used to play piano. Oddly enough, I play as well, and I’d be interested in seeing how our playing styles differ. I’ve heard, also, how you are the man to go to for alchemy tutoring. Last, I have a guess because you and the twins seem to have at least a little history with each other, then either you were the first human to meet them when they came to land, or you’re a merperson as well. What type? I don’t know, part of me wants to believe you're some kind of shark or sea-snake, but I would be interested in finding out, one day. I feel like this is probably surface level stuff, though. Pray tell, what might you already know about me, relevant to any personal gain or not?” Al's stomach flipped, inducing a wince but not so rough to grab the bin.

"Those are all true-but yes, I would say that’s all rather surface level. Hmm...well you've just freely offered your history with piano as well. I may have to have one installed and conscript you to play, soon," Azul started. "You also seem to take great pains to clean up messes, physical or otherwise. Eastwinds have had family history in Personal Assistance and Clerical work as far back as I could find, so that answers my other question as to why specifically you’re pursuing that profession. Lastly, a little kitty told me you had previously been enrolled in Royal Sword Academy; and that you'd disappeared about halfway into the year. This is your first year at Night Raven College, but as a sophomore; I’m intrigued on where you went, and why you’ve decided to start your sophomore semester here over returning to RSA?”

“Ah, you ran into Che’nya; always seemed to be a bit of a gab for the little time I’ve known him…I’ve honestly just liked cleaning, keeping things in order, I don’t care for untidiness; you’ll never know who’s about to walk in your door. And-” Albert started, but the thought of what actually happened made his chest feel similar to his gut. It was difficult to hide his saddening expression, “I just had a family emergency; just some stuff around the house needed some extra hands. I think the change to Night Raven College might have actually been a better fit, anyway-I feel like I’m actually being challenged a little. Plus I think I get along with more people here.” He’d hoped it would satisfy, but the thoughts swirling in his own mind conjured his own assumption of what the other man’s life must have been like. “I don’t want to impose, but -sigh- maybe this whole affair can be water under the bridge. You seem like an otherwise decent person, even if it’s mostly to get something out of it. Outside of work or class, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in any clubs or social events.”

Albert caught a minute smirk from Azul. Said smirk turned into a shudder of quiet chuckling. He casually checked his watch, and his eyes grew soft for a moment, then returned to Al. A quick sigh escaped him as he rose from the chair.

“If you’d wanted to catch a glimpse of me outside of class all you’d have had to do was join the Board Gaming club. I run it, of course, but you would also catch the momentary sight of Dorm Leader Idia out and about if you haven’t already. I apologize for cutting this little chat so short, I actually need to gather your homework for the day, and I have some filing to tend to at The Lounge. This has been a rather…enlightening conversation. I’m a little curious now where we might continue with it, next time,” Azul finished before packing his things to leave. With his bag and cane in hand, he made for the hall, but stopped in the doorway. “Understand, we’re even at this point. I’d honestly rather forget this and clean the slate, as well. Past grievances always seem to make future dealings rather…complicated.”

At that, he rounded the corner out of sight. Now fed and awake, Albert finally took the chance to tackle his homework. He would intersperse homework with attempts at walking around to get some movement in for the day. The homework kept him occupied, perhaps to his friends’ detriment, as his engrossment kept his eyes off of his phone and the text informing him about Yuu and company’s plan. Without need to do anything outside of paper homework, the workload quickly diminished. The nurse performed an assessment for the day, deeming he was almost fit to leave, but they wanted to keep him once more overnight in case. He could only shrug as there was nothing that could be done. With the day open until more homework came in, he took about an hour to see if he could stand to use magic yet. Announcing it brought the ward to a pause. A quick pang of a headache made itself known but it quickly dispersed. He tested a few more times, every time the headache diminished. While the pain dissipated, it did still wear him out faster than he was used to, which disappointed him. He found it best not to push his luck.

Dinner went down well, but with it over and no clearance to leave the ward until tomorrow, Albert tried finding things to occupy his time. Once sorting his overnights and homework was complete, the only thing else he could think of was to check his phone. A string of messages popped up-Yuu had sent them

>Hey, we’re gonna try seeing if there’s any other way to get in that vault (12.30pm)

>Bad plan (2.12pm)

>Back at Savanaclaw-contracts booby-trapped. Grim says Azul flipped over D’s cauldron bumping the vault door. Can’t think of any other way out-Gonna try grabbing the photo again tomorrow. How are you feeling? (3.45pm)

He couldn’t help but curse to himself. He took a deep breath and pressed ‘Call’

“Yuu? Are you all okay? All right, I just now got your texts. Oh, I’m fine-nurse said I’m good to leave tomorrow and I can help out. Yeah, I’m sure, it might be easier for you all to fill me in, in person. What are you guys doing in Savanaclaw, though? Ace and Deuce couldn’t find you room? -Sigh- All right, I can’t imagine The King will be too pleased to have to add another to the pack if tomorrow goes south. What’s the plan for tonight then? Really? I…can’t imagine I’d want to see what state his room is in right now. I guess I’ll let you go, sounds like Ruggie’s cracking the whip. I’ll call once I’m free, let me know if you have a preference on where to rendezvous. Mhmm, See you all then.” -click-

Albert groaned, another instance of feeling trapped and not enough info to get out. The questions rattling in his brain made resting difficult, each thought making him turn and roll in bed. The sound of shoes on tile alerted him of someone coming. He flipped back over to find two familiar heads of teal hair. Both wore their signature toothy grins as they crept further into the space.

“Swordfishie~ Ya look like you’re feeling better. Azul stopped by to give ya food right?” Floyd called. “Him and Jade made it for ya; I wanted to make ya some omurice but they thought’d have been too heavy.”

Al’s expression softened, “Well, then thank you, too, Jade. It seemed to help quite a bit, actually. I hope I didn’t keep him too long from you two, we kinda got caught up in conversation.”

“Oh? What all did you talk about? It’s a bit of a surprise to hear him talk anything but business,” Both twins exchanged knowing looks.

“Pretty much just…getting to know each other? He wanted to make it clear this was ‘just business’, setting you all up to keep me updated on homework. I do want to ask of course, cause it’s kind of been gnawing at me: Did Azul… have friends, growing up? Something about how he talks about others gives me this awful impression that…maybe he’s used to isolation? And I don’t want to assume, but is he mer like the two of you? I know we had our…disagreements,” he averted his gaze in embarrassment, still catching the two reflexively reach for the sore spots he’d left them with. “So you don’t have to answer. I just think if he’s wanting everything as water under the bridge, I guess I’d like to kinda get to know him better? Whether he’s looking for friends at all, I’d at least want to try getting off on a better foot.”

“Awe, he didn't tell ya? Come to think of it, I don’t think we’ve seen him hang out with anybody but us since we were in elementary,” Floyd wondered. “You shoulda seen him tho! He was so cute~ Squishy and tasty lookin’, with all them little tentacles~”

Jade gave his brother a jab in the side; Albert guessed that might not have been something he was supposed to hear.

“Tentacles? Like a Cecaelia? That’s actually sort of fascinating! There aren’t many born with that kind of lineage, are there?” Al replied. “That’s kind of ironic: being able to create magical contracts, as well as being physically similar to The Sea Witch…I can’t tell if that's beautiful or unfortunate. If he didn’t want me to know, I won’t say anything. Did...did that alienate him, though?”

The two exchanged a pained look, not offering any answer one way or another but still relaying what he had been suspecting. Realization dawned on Jade’s face, to which he pulled the school bag around from behind him.

"That's really neither here nor there, but we just meant to drop this off for you, before we left," he presented the bag, holding it aloft.

Al hopped out of bed to retrieve the bag, but Jade clenched his hand back on the strap, halting Albert, momentarily, from taking it. That moment was all Floyd needed to sneak behind and scoop him into a tight bear hug. Al could only think back to the first attempt at this, but then back to the present where he didn't have his magic to free him. He thrashed any way he could to try freeing his pinned arms. All it seemed to do was encourage Floyd to hold on tighter.

“What’re you doing?! Let. Me. Go!”

"You're going to tire yourself out if you keep up," Jade warned, reaching out and gripping Al by the jaw, "If you'd relax, we could talk this out. There's no need to be afraid, I only want to be of help to you. 'Shock the Heart'."

Al couldn’t twist his head with the eel clamped on his chin, which put him in the prime position to catch Jade’s gaze. The only thing he could feel was a crash of weightlessness akin to being tossed into the sea. Something felt cold but inviting about it, sitting in that dark suspension. He instinctively tried thrashing for escape, before the rush of compulsion filled his lungs and forcing out every last pocket of truth.

"There you go," Jade smiled, brimming in revelry. "Now that we've calmed down, we wanted to know a couple of things…"

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"....And then he left. After the funeral was about the last time I'd seen him home. I'd kept the house in order before and during her decline, so it didn't seem like a leap to just...keep doing that after. I couldn't face my classmates after being gone for so long. I transferred here hoping maybe for a fresh start," Albert droned, his consciousness teetering on the edge of collapse.

"Interesting, Thank you, Albert. You've been so amicable tonight," Jade murmured, "but one last question: you seemed to imply some sort of interest in knowing Azul more, almost like you want to be ‘friends’, what do you hope to gain in doing so?"

The mention of Azul sent a flush of pink across Al's cheeks.

"I..I saw somebody who didn't get to have a lotta friends growing up," his eyes moving between his captors with a compelling yellow tinge. "I thought he would have wanted someone to help him in catching up on everything he'd been missing out on…He seems decent, underneath it all. I really don’t know why, I just…want to help people."

The twins shared a twinge of guilt, but felt satisfied, finally, with their interrogation. Jade propped their captive's head up with but a finger, "Thank you again, you've cleared up quite a bit of confusion."

His words echoed through Al's head, dusting off any lingering magical influence. The interrogation left him completely exhausted, allowing Floyd little resistance to swing his legs into one arm, and support his torso in the other. They brought their charge back to his bed, the movement rousing him back awake.

"Err-what happened? I grabbed the homework you guys brought but...what are you carrying me for?"

"Ah, there he is~ Thought we were gonna need to get ya a nurse again," Floyd sighed. His deposit of Al back to bed could have been smoother, but there was a touch of care to it.

"You must have turned too fast-it may have thrown off your balance, if you're still in the middle of recovery," the other lied. "You're quite fortunate to have had us there."

"Yeah, looked like you were aimin' to crack the tile with your skull, Swordfishie~"

"That's...A right bit embarrassing. I appreciate you not letting that happen," Al replied with another flush on his cheeks.

"We do need to take our leave, then," Jade stated. "The word is that you're being discharged tomorrow-once you're out don't be a stranger. You don't have to work there anymore but Monstro Lounge is still open to all."

At that the two imposing figures slithered off down the hall and out of sight. With their presence gone, Albert was free once again to crash back to sleep. The rest of the night plagued him with nightmares: being stuck out at sea, a brutal mobster interrogation, and flashes of dark and lilac skin and a mass of appendages.

#practically perfect fanfic #twst oc #twst oc x canon #oc x azul ashengrotto #oc x canon #albert eastwind #floyd leech #jade leech

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doodling-doodle · 2 years ago

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A Modern Great War (PT. 3)

"Get the Artifacts, stay quiet." Is what Kyle kept telling himself.

He knew that it was just getting harder. He knew that he'd break.

But they had found Saraxis.

He was looking for a while. But considering that it was an old facility by a swamp, it was probably going to take a while.

“What is this place, anyway?” He asked as he dug through old paperwork. Japanese.

“They called it ‘Shi No Numa’. The Swamp Of Death. This is where Die Wahrheit found Saraxis’ Artifact to start with.”

“And now she’s back here?”

“Not that she had a choice in the matter.”

“Did you?”

“Somewhat. I was able to track your energy and follow it. I appeared as you landed.”

“And you called out to me from the second I showed up?”

“As you got closer, yes.”

He just walked to the… Comm room? And found another hut.

“There. There’s a pathway to your left. Go through there.”

He went through it, not sure why he was still keeping his gun up. The place was abandoned, but he still kept it up. Maybe he was waiting for the undead to pop up.

“Found her. There’s a small mound in the gound in the center.”

He looked down, and sure enough, there was a mound in the center of the dig site.

He jumped down, took the trench digger that was nearby, and started digging.

Sure enough, there it was. A small crate to keep The Dragon of Saraxis safe. He opened it, and there it was.

“You know what to do, mortal.”

He touched it, and passed out. Only for a minute. When he woke up, the side he fell onto was freezing, and he realized that Norticus had used his artifact to make sure he didn’t get mud on him.

“Oh, how I have missed this! Norticus, is this the one we were talking about? Kyle Garrick?”

“Yes. He’s about as willing as the old mortals, if not more.”

“Good! Let’s have some fun, shall we, plaything?”

He smiled, and took the Artifact with him.

“Anything else I may need, Saraxis?”

“Oh, You are by far my favorite now. No, not that I can think of. Norticus, open up a portal for him, will you?”

The next second, it opened up, and he went back to the base. It had only been about four hours. No one would know.

As he fell asleep, he heard a faint conversation:

“So, anything I should know about this one, Norticus?”

“He is adamant that we are to ‘deal with’ the fact that, if he needed to, he’d choose his family over what we need him to do… And don’t pay attention to his late-night thoughts about his boyfriend. He was embarrassed when I heard them.”

“Ooh, romance! Sounds interesting!"

“You know I can still hear you two, right?”

“Rest, mortal.”

“You two are the ones that can hear every thought I have!”

“Go to sleep, plaything. You have a boyfriend to cuddle tomorrow!”

“Other way around. I’m the little spoon.”

“I’m looking forward to meeting him!”

He half rolled his eyes before going to sleep.

The next day…

He hid the Artifacts under his bed as soon as he woke up, and went out to the mess hall.

The smile that Alex gave him once he saw him was impossible to ignore.

“Ooh, is that him?!”

“Saraxis, please, don’t say anything right now.”

“But why??”

“There’s to many people around. I don’t want to look insane.”

He sat down next to Alex, smiling as Rose jumped up and demanded attention before he got a kiss on the cheek.

“How’d you sleep, baby?” Alex asked as he gave Rose a treat.

“Pretty good. I’m still sleepy, but I’ll live.”

He felt an arm wrap around his back, resting at his midsection. He got a light kiss on his cheek, making him smile. He’d never tell Alex, but this was likely his favorite time of day while they were on base. Just the twenty or so minutes they’d have to themselves every morning before they went off to do their duties for the day. Maybe they could sneak in about a half an hour of cuddles at the end of the day, either in the common room, or one of their rooms. But right when they woke up, Alex holding him for the twenty minutes they had. That was his favorite thing.

“Aweee, how cute! Oh, sorry, I’ll come back later.”

“I will rip those masks straight off your face.”

He just ate his food, and Alex had to leave soon after. He got a quick but loving kiss to his lips before Alex stood.

“I’ll see you in a bit.” He said as he stroked Kyle’s cheek.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

And he was gone.

“Am I allowed to speak now?” Saraxis asked.

“If your going to make fun of me, don’t.”

“Fine. I’ll just tell you that Bellekar might be next. But we’ll need to find her first.”

“Roger that.”

He just got his food down, and went to find Price to see if he was needed for anything. A minor intel mission was pending for soldiers.

“Where is it?” He asked, looking at the pictures.

“Germany. It was part of the Fourth Reich.”

“What is it?”

“A worn down airbase.”

He thought for a moment, and then heard from Norticus, “Go on that mission, Sergeant.”

“Why?”

“We’ll need it.”

“Need what?”

“Just do it, plaything! If you don’t, we may lose the intel.”

Fuck.

But what’s the harm?

“Would I be alone?” He asked.

“More than likely, unless Alex decides to pester Norris enough to make him assign him, too.”

“Mortal. Do it.”

“When do I go?”

“Give it a week.”

“Rog.”

He was briefed on a few things while he was there, trying not to burst out laughing at how Saraxis kept saying, “He’s wrong.” “Not true.” “Keep trying, you’ll get it.” “Oh come on, you can see through the bullshit in that one!”

He just went back to his room afterward.

“So, what’s the facts, then?” He asked as he locked the door and looked in the mirror.

“Well. It was an airbase in Nazi Germany. Where the first undead outbreak started. Edward Richtofen’s report called it, ‘Nacht Der Untoten’ The Night Of The Undead. It was a testing site before that happened, yes. But not brainwashing. Element 115. And yes, it was explored in the early ‘80s. But it was for Aetherim activity, not radiation testing. And, to top it all off, it was a gateway to the Dark Aether. So, when those Requiem Operators came, guess what happened? They got stuck in there for a few minutes. Be careful when you go.” Saraxis replied.

“Just listen to us. We’ll keep you from getting trapped.”

“Okay…”

“We’ll guide you. And we’ll make sure we get what we need.” Norticus said

“Roger that.”

And he went there a week later…

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod zombies #call of duty: vanguard #call of duty #kyle gaz garrick #alex keller #john price #norticus the conqueror #saraxis the shadow #gazalex #alexgaz #A Modern Great War AU

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hazbincalifornia · 2 years ago

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Family Business

Chapter 49: Blitzo considers things with Loona, talks with his employees, and makes a very important horse.

Ao3 link

“So you’ve got tits now from some kind of spell the guy just forgot to shut off?”

Blitzo cracked his neck, settling down on the couch next to Loona. “Yep. They’re gonna have milk and everything, so at least I won’t have to worry as much about formula and shit. I was raised on the good stuff, so junior here will be too.”

“...Right,” Loona said. After the rush of emotional openness had worn off, she had fallen back to a guarded, dry tone, but it was certainly still something that Blitzo would take, especially considering she wasn’t slamming him into things anymore. “And it’s not going to like… leak off you, right? I don’t want to ruin any of my bras with your weird magic baby milk.”

“Of course not!” He paused. “Maybe. Probably. I think he would have mentioned that.”

She shifted away slightly before groaning, kneading her claws into the couch cushion. “Fuck, this is such a mess. I can’t believe you just said you’d take it!”

“Oh, trust me, I’m terrified too, honey, but we’ll get through this together, the three of us- or four.” He paused. “Or six, with M+M. Can’t count them out. We’ll have our own rooms in the new apartment, though!”

“How is this even going to work? I’m not going to stay home babysitting,” Loona half-growled with a layer of frustration baked into the words. He’d been able to piece together that she’d often been forced to take care of some of the younger hounds until her ‘aggression problems’ got her off the hook, and he shook his head.

“I’ll figure out something, promise,” he cooed at her. “I’ll probably take care of them in the apartment for the first month or two, then I’ll find a way to bring her to work so she can learn how to be a good assassin someday like her daddy. There were some neat playpens I saw in the magazines that big bird let me leaf through, we could keep her in my office most of the time.”

“Right,” Loona muttered. “Which means it’ll be a problem for me too.”

“We’ll work it out sweetie,” Blitzo said, with only the slightest of visible grimaces. It wasn’t like it was a bad point that ‘wanting the kid’ and ‘knowing what to do with them during work’ were two different things, and he was loathe to shove any extra work on Loonie when she hadn’t asked for this either, but he’d made his bed and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to find a way to turn it to something worth sleeping in. “I’ll make it work.”

There were a few hesitant knocks on the door that made both of them turn their heads.

“Are you… alright?” Stolas called out.

“Yeah, we’re good,” Blitzo replied.

Stolas eased the door open, and Loona immediately started growling, teeth bared and ears falling back on her head. Stolas immediately took a step back, raising his arms before Blitzo tugged at Loona’s arm.

“Sweetie, please don’t bite him, we still need him.”

“Look, I’m not biting you, and you said he’s into that shit anyway, so-”

“Do we need to get the chewboy?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Oh, fuck off, we do not-”

“So you can be a big girl and use your words?”

“I’ll go,” Stolas said hurriedly. “I don’t want to stress either of you any further-”

“No, no, it’s okay-” Blitzo started, before Loona cut him off.

“Fuck out of here.”

“I need to check on Via anyway.” Stolas barely reacted to the words besides his eyes flirting over to Blitzo for a moment before he ruffled his hair. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Blitzo had started to stroke down Loona’s back, the muscles tensed again until she glared at him and he raised his hand away from her. “Sounds good. We need to arrange the moving shit anyway.”

“See you later, darling,” Stolas said. “If there’s anything, please don’t hesitate to reach out.” He closed the door, and Loona slumped down.

“The fuck was that about, sweetie?”

“Look, all this shit is a lot to process at once, alright, Blitzo? Excuse me for being mad you lied to me.” She scrubbed at her eyes before sliding off the couch and heading for her room. “Wake me up for work. Or don’t, I don’t care, you know how to use the book.”

“...Okay,” he replied quietly.

Hey, at least she wasn’t causing property damage, so he could still chalk this up as a win. She’d come around.

Now, it was just a matter of passing along the good news to the rest of the work family.

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“Excuse me, sir, you fucking what?”

“Hey, it’s my life I’m tossing in the blender, not yours, so can you dial down the volume a little?”

Breaking the news had gone about as expected, with Moxxie currently pacing like his chair had insulted his mother and Millie looking between the other three with a grimace.

“Blitzo, you really-”

“Yes, I really said it, no, he didn’t brainwash me or whatever. I want this.”

“This is the…” Moxxie counted on his fingers. “ Third time you’ve changed your mind in so many weeks! I know that we were getting used to the idea of dealing with the baby before, but for a few days I thought-” Blitzo’s tail whipped in front of Moxxie at stomach-height, the shorter imp giving out a grunt as he paced directly into it. “Hey!”

“Moxxie. My sweet little baby-dick. You think I didn’t think about this?”

Moxxie took a step back, brushing at his middle. “No offense, sir, but when do you think through things?”

Blitzo threw an arm over his forehead. “I’m wounded, really!” He set his other hand on his stomach. “I wouldn’t have come to the conclusion that I want to be a baby-dad if I wasn’t serious about it, considering I had a pretty damn good ticket to drop her off with a bow and never have to think about her again if I didn’t want to. I now have approximately one month to get my shit figured out before the issue gets really pressed and there’s more screaming around here than usual. Sure, it’s not much, but it’s better than a lot of other sink-or-swim scenarios your sweet and talented boss has been in before, so between my quick thinking and the shitton of baby-helpy stuff that tall dark and nerdy dumped on us, we’ll manage.”

“Back on the ranch, Mama and Daddy had us workin’ pretty much as soon as we could walk, even though it started with the easy stuff,” Millie chipped in. “Especially up here in Pride, it wouldn’t be a half-bad idea to get them started early since they’re gonna need to know how to kick some ass, ‘specially with the kinds’a clients we can get.”

“That was what I was thinking,” Blitzo said, snagging a marker with his tail and popping the cap open as he walked over to the whiteboard. The smell made him gag for half a moment before he shook it off, stretching up to his tiptoes to write ‘how 2 deal w babie’

-Train 2 kill ppl

“It’s a start! I’ll probably have to take a few more weeks off once she’s shoved out, since even someone with as quick a recharge as I have will probably be down for the count for at least a bit. I’m good, but I’m not that good.”

“We’ll be alright, we’ll just have to take a few less jobs without our fearless leader,” Millie said. “But Blitzo, are you really sure about this?”

“Oh, don’t go having second thoughts on me too, Millie,” Blitzo said, crossing his arms, and she raised her shoulders in a half-shrug.

“I’m just sayin’, you have changed your mind a few times.”

“Incorrectomundo.” He pointed the tip of the marker at her. “I have changed my mind exactly once. I thought Stolas was taking the kid, then I felt like shit about the thought I’d have to do it, and now I don’t because I want her. Any other existential crises that happened between those points are none of your legal business, missy and mister.”

“Crises?” Moxxie raised an eyebrow, and Blitzo mimed a zipped lip.

“Like I said. None of your beezlewax. I’m keeping the kid and I will find a way to not have her fuck with business. My personal life is my problem.”

“Not when it might mess with the business,” Moxxie grumbled, but his eyes shifted over to Blitzo’s belly. “Are you… sure you’re okay, sir?”

Blitzo had started adding another note to the board, but had only gotten as far as “Use leash” when the marker stalled as Moxxie’s ‘sir’ sounded slightly wobblier than usual. “Yeah. I’m fine. Like I said, I’ll figure this shit out and we’ll be right as rain.” He shifted his arm over to the side and started a new list. “You know what, team-building exercise: Who wants to help come up with the name this poor squirt is going to be saddled with for at least their first dozen years or so?“

Millie’s hand shot up as he turned on his heels, and he grinned.

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“Son of a bitch,” Blitzo grumbled, dropping the bundle of wool after he’d pricked his finger on the needle.

Between the four of them, they’d come up with a respectable list of about thirty names, intermittently crossing off and adding more as they bickered back and forth on what would be too cruel to saddle the poor kid with. (Moxxie had vetoed Mixxie in particular as being ‘very weird’, which was a shame, because Blitzo had kind of liked that one. It was supposed to be a nice gesture. Currently, Rodette and Peanut were high in the running, but he’d have to try out a few more)

Now, he was working on stabbing his way into a passable horse doll for Loona. She deserved one after last night, and after a moment’s thought, he pressed his fingertip into the black wool, allowing a droplet of blood to absorb into it. She’d probably love that goth shit, and he could say that he literally put blood and sweat into it. Let it never be said that he didn’t know his daughter.

A flash of gray hair, a pair of red eyes, a tail that matched hers… there, and with some extra wool to spare. He held the little horse up, examining it from every angle with a pleased hum before setting it aside. Getting up out of his chair had become more of an ordeal after the past few weeks, so he’d give it to her when he was forced to get up to piss or something. For now, it rested on his desk next to the Stolas one that he hadn’t bothered to tuck back into his drawer yet.

Blitzo pulled out his phone, starting to scroll down Sinstagram. Boring, boring, cool-looking video of a horse that he watched repeat a few times, boring… idly, he thumbed over to Stolas’s account to see when he’d last updated it. Hmm. After that one of a calendar from the stupid-ass ‘postman and envelopes’ full moon, he’d taken a selfie of himself before their cafe meetup a while back when he’d given him the tea, and there was a picture of him and his bitch of a wife with the kid standing in front of them that had just been put up recently.

In it, Stella was clutching his arm so hard the veins in her hands were practically popping out of the skin. Stolas… Blitzo had never seen him look that stiff, stress lines visible underneath his eyes and beak pressed into a thin line that might have passed for a smile if you were both drunk and high. Meanwhile, Octavia was slumping forward, looking slightly away from the camera and wearing something too bubblegum pink to legally be anything but an eyesore.

Blitzo tilted the phone- when the light hit it just right, it looked more like she wasn’t avoiding the camera as much as she was pointedly avoiding looking up, at the precise angle to entirely avoid her dad. He drummed his fingers on the desk before the pinkie brushed the unused wool from the Loona doll, and he looked between the photo and it for a moment before reaching for his needle again.

#one time #title may have been slightly inspired by a musical song #shadow writes stuff #helluva mpreg #daddy blitzo

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tech-depression-inventory · 4 months ago

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hey friends!

some of you have been following me for a while, some of you are new, welcome! i’m gonna go on a bit of a personal rant here so, feel free to read or not or just read the tldr.

cw/tw: mentions of separation, toxic relationships, moving towns, haven rambles about their personal life for a while, medical discussions, autoimmune disorders

tldr: life flipped me upside down and fucked me and that’s why i haven’t been posting or super active

i don’t often talk about personal stuff on here but figured i’d provide some context as to why everything’s a mess and i haven’t been writing/posting like i said i would, or like i used to.

back in january i split from my long term partner who’d i thought i would marry, right down to having matching tattoos, and calling him my husband on here often. to make a long story short; the relationship was very toxic. it wasn’t a healthy situation for me anymore, and im happy to be where i am now. luckily my name wasn’t on any paperwork for our apartment (since i live in BC Canada there’s something called “common law” if your names on paperwork), and i was able to get out of living there quite quickly and easily. i’ve traveled the country since then, got to see sleep token, made new friends, seen and done tons of new things, and feel truly blessed with the life i have now.

as some of you may know from my posts, i have been diagnosed with celiac disease, and im also in the process of being diagnosed with POTS, both of which can be super draining on my body and mental state. im trying really hard to push through and continue to move my body as much as possible to maintain my health. i’ve taken to bringing my ipad to the gym and reading fics on it while running on the treadmill, as apparently thats supposed to be good for me, the juries still out on that one.

i also graduated university during this time and will be starting my career in the fall! i’m hoping that having a proper work life balance will allow me to start publishing more on here and on ao3 like i’ve wanted to, and being a more active part in my fandoms.

i’m still a huge SW fan, even if my page has shifted more into the bad omens/sleep token genres. Star Wars is still very near and dear to my heart, but was something my partner and i watched together, hence the matching lightsaber tattoos, and can sometimes be a little hurtful sometimes. but alas, you will still see me reblogging SW content that i read on here, as a lot of my mutuals are from that fandom, and i love to support them.

i’ve got all sorts of stuff on this page, I will be going through and organizing it now that i have more time to make my page a little less confusing. i’ll be posting my current readings, fic recommendation lists and my own fics again in a masterlist either today or tomorrow, once i have the whole thing organized. i’ve been writing a ton to keep my mind off everything and as an outlet while dealing with my issues, and hopefully i’ll be able to edit and post some of those soon. for now, you’ll continue to see me reblogging art, fics and some other nonsense stuff about bad omens, sleep token, and whatever else i come across.

i’ll probably go back to posting some incorrect quotes as i come up with them, since that’s how i gained a lot of my traction. i’m also planning on starting up streaming on twitch again, so i’ll be posting a stream schedule once i get my room all set up for it!

anyways, if you made it this far, thanks for listening to my rambling. as always, if yall ever need anyone or are going through something similar to what i went through, please reach out, i’m always happy to talk about literally anything. this blog has always been my outlet and has been and always will be a safe space for everyone.

love always,

haven <3

#queen haven #haven talks #haven rambles #tw: personal talks

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punkscowardschampions · 11 months ago

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Java Pt.1

Ava: Teddy has your journal

Ava: I don’t know how but he sent a page to me, in case I could decode it, I didn’t, of course

Ava: She knows, except neither of them knows what any of it means, that’s something…

Ava: I’m so sorry, James, tell me you’re okay when you can, please?

James: [Obviously not replying until after this screaming match has occurred and Chlo has to take herself off to bed like an invalid, god knows how long said public argument went on for]

James: I’m sorry, that must have been an alarming message to receive

Ava: I thought he had worked it out, my name, or something

Ava: I’m almost entirely certain he hasn’t, he wouldn’t be able to bluff that convincingly

Ava: How are you, as ridiculous as it feels to ask

James: Yes, I would’ve liked to warn you, but I was rather tied up and opportunely his inability to comprehend any of what he read quickly became apparent

Ava: What’s going to happen now?

James: In the immediate aftermath of our drawn out confrontation, she has gone to bed exhausted, a response I can’t fault, feeling similar myself

Ava: That doesn’t seem like the worst idea

James: Tomorrow, I don’t know

Ava: You can’t possibly know, predict any of this

Ava: Is Jay okay?

James: She’s picked up on the lingering tension, unavoidably, but she didn’t witness anything, as opposed to everyone else here

Ava: I’m glad that she didn’t, it is bad enough that you had to be part of the spectacle

Ava: Do you want me to go away, or is there anything else I can do for you?

James: Please don’t, my family are predictably inebriated and the conversation I attempted with my marginally more sensible sister didn’t exactly leave me with the ally I hoped for

Ava: She can’t be on your wife’s side though, surely?

James: No, but she is my father’s, and they are inclined to hold fast to the, admittedly not untrue, belief that it’s my mess and sympathy is therefore limited

Ava: The mess, like the marriage, takes two

James: Yes, but their willingness to vilify her for her part in things doesn’t help me rectify them, I’ve been trying to make her understand that our separation doesn’t mean I’ll abandon her entirely and a witch hunt led by my relatives somewhat contradicts that

Ava: I see your dilemma

James: Perhaps I’m wasting my breath, having given her an ultimatum when she was issuing her threats which hardly lends credibility to those attempts to keep the situation civil

Ava: Or perhaps you can apologise, and undoubtedly she said things she could also apologise for

Ava: I think you should leave, you and her, as you can’t really make everyone else leave you without people having opinions on the politeness of that

Ava: Show you intend to work it out between you and not an entire jury panel

James: She refuses, nonetheless, you’re right, if I grovel suitably there’s the smallest chance she may reconsider

Ava: She’s going to sleep on it, the reaction has to be less explosive by default in the morning

James: All I can do is continue to try

Ava: Precisely, and I think removing the family element will make her feel protected, prioritised…

Ava: and I think I should actually let you do that, without any interference

James: I can’t insist you go against what your instincts and good judgment are telling you to do when I scarcely trust my own in either case

Ava: I can’t make this any harder for you, however painful it is for me, it could be so much worse for you

James: You’re the lone person making it any easier, but I’m aware, too, I shouldn’t be saying so

Ava: I don’t want to do this

Ava: but I want your separation to work, for it to be as good as it can be, for you all

Ava: Me being in the picture jeopardises that chance for you

James: It isn’t your fault, we’re sabotaged by my wife’s fixation upon how the situation may look in place of how she or I feel

Ava: I wouldn’t expect anything less than loathing of me from her

James: An amicable split was always a reach, but I foolishly endeavoured to suggest the possibility, because of my desperation to escape the alternative, the blame lands squarely at my feet, not yours

Ava: Maybe not, not if you stay for now, until she feels it’s her decision, or, mostly hers but still enough to do it

James: I already promised to, whilst I was still capable of conducting myself relatively calmly, allowing her time to decide the story she wishes to concoct, as that’s all she cares about, coming out of this whole sorry saga well, or as well as can be expected

Ava: Well, stories are your forte

Ava: Can you help her?

James: I don’t know

Ava: There’s no rush, you’ve told the truth

James: I haven’t, not about you

Ava: You’ve done it before, it doesn’t matter who I am

James: It does to me

Ava: James

James: I didn’t mean to betray you, for today to proceed as it has, I wouldn’t have forced the conversation, allowed it occur in this moment or location, if my hand hadn’t been by Teddy’s antics

Ava: You didn’t betray me, it was him, and I couldn’t say anything, not enough

James: I should’ve acted otherwise, as usual

James: Gia isn’t wrong, my entire life is comprised of a litany of mistakes

Ava: You couldn’t have done anything else, nor more, not in this situation

James: Am I making another by demanding that you stay?

Ava: I don’t know how to answer that

James: The answer I have is that I’d beg, go against your valid points, against all reason, in fact, without hesitation

James: because you do matter to me, I told her the first time my brother stirred the pot after your birthday party, I don’t have a guilty conscience, and I truly do not

Ava: I don’t think I can untangle myself from this now either, from you

Ava: That might sound ridiculous, in comparison to your real potential separation but I truly mean it, the dread I feel at having to begin is unbearably real

James: It sounds like an echo of how I feel

James: I’d repeat these actions, ours, tenfold

James: more than that, I’d begin us over and over again

Ava: I won’t go, I can’t

Ava: I’ll do everything else I can not to complicate things but I have to stay

James: It’s me putting you in unthinkable positions and I hate myself for that, acutely

Ava: Please don’t, I wanted this as much as you, I still do

James: It clearly isn’t wise for your association with Teddy to carry on, which is yet another thing I feel awful for having to bluntly state

Ava: No, you’re right

Ava: He hasn’t intentionally done this to me but he has to you, and I don’t believe he wouldn’t continue so

Ava: He isn’t all that interested in being my friend, it shouldn’t be that hard

James: I’m upset not to have the slightest indication of when and how he became this callous

Ava: I won’t attempt any excuses or reasoning on his behalf

Ava: Sometimes I don’t think he sees the seriousness, other times, I’m not so sure

James: Granted, my sister’s often cold indifference should have prepared me, but it’s different with him, his active delight at participating in the torment of people close to him, there isn’t an adjustment I know how to, or was ready to make in order to accommodate such a nature

Ava: I know what you mean, I have witnessed it too, on a lesser scale perhaps but still, it does ring true

Ava: If he was always like it, it would be easier for you to write him off

James: He’s too young to be written off, as I was

James: but to feel so unsupported has been challenging, the day has been a bleak one, and I supposed, absurdly in hindsight, as we got older we’d provide a measure of it where our parents seemingly won’t

Ava: I don’t think that’s an unreasonable thing to imagine, definitely not to want

Ava: I’m sorry, that it didn’t work out that way, that you’ve felt so alone with it all

James: I know better, still I also want better, for all of us, nevertheless

Ava: If there’s nothing else to do, all that’s left is hope, right

Ava: The disappointment can’t be as bad as giving up feels

James: Agreed, giving up is inconceivable and would be unforgivable

Ava: but I do know, how tempting it can be, I have my own sibling issues that are, somehow, not all too dissimilar to the ones you’re describing so

James: I can’t help yearning for a rewrite in which I exited the car with you and holed up, or we fled in search of a wanted holiday, the three of us, however temporary the fix and unproductive the solution

Ava: It feels so much worse now, you being there, that there’s no quick way to you when you need me

James: I’m most afraid I’ll drink once she and I commit to remaining here alone, she goads me to, prefers the person I am when I indulge and the life we shared before which I barely recall

James: I thought I could explain to Gia and she simply reminded me of the expense as a deterrent

Ava: If you gave her everything she wanted, then this wouldn’t be a separation, things have to change, you have your principles and things you aren’t willing to compromise on

Ava: I know you can do this

James: Everything is tenuous and then there’s you

James: I couldn’t do this if you weren’t with me, Ava

Ava: It doesn’t scare me, for you to ask me to stay

James: I need you, as you said

Ava: I want to be a constant, for you

James: I’m sorry I’m in the state that I am

Ava: I’m sorry for what today became for you

Ava: Do you think you’ll be able to sleep, you said you were exhausted

James: No, if Jay had her own room I’d sleep there but she’s with her grandparents

Ava: Let’s think then

Ava: Is there some kind of indoor pool, you could snooze on a sun lounger

James: I’ll pretend I’m [a character in a book, idk, I’m sure it or something similar has happened]

Ava: Were you swimming when he got the book?

Ava: That was the only scenario I could imagine when I was going over and over it

James: Yes, in light of what happened as a result I may never venture into a pool again though

Ava: It’s such a violation, those are your private thoughts, I’m so angry

James: At least they have been kept private

Ava: Only by your incredible foresight

James: It throws a devious light upon my habits, but I promise I haven’t written novels about each affair

Ava: It’s okay if you have

James: Be that as it may, it’s a new creative pursuit

James: rediscovered from when I was a small child, one could argue, but I certainly didn’t write romance stories at that age

Ava: You have to tell me what you did write about, it’s too adorable

James: I had a pet hamster for a time, he featured heavily

James: rugby, of course, when I wanted to be a star player as previously mentioned

Ava: Did the two ever crossover, hamster rugby could be a whole thing

Ava: that is rugby for and played by hamsters, I’m not a sadist

James: They did, I’ll have to scour my parents’ attic as additional bedtime reading for you

Ava: I don’t know if I’ll survive

James: Please find a way to, you’re extremely important, and not just for further plot of my current book

Ava: I’ll try my best but you are very, very sweet

James: Talk to me about your [the bookshop] adventure, there’s a reason to live

Ava: Yes, luckily I did complete that mission before the world was momentarily turned upside down or I would have horrified even the people on the tube, I think

Ava: [tell him all about it, nerd out]

James: [be a nerd back because you both need this reprieve from the drama]

Ava: Oh I miss you

Ava: I bet it’s nice and warm in there though, like sleeping in a greenhouse

James: Your balcony is my nearest approximate exposure to how I imagine stepping into a greenhouse would be

Ava: When it’s warm here, we can sleep out there, we’ll not need a blanket

James: Summer will arrive soon

James: Would you be warm enough with a blanket, sleeping out now?

Ava: Yes

Ava: and Frank is like a hot water bottle

James: How is he?

James: I fear I may be forced to relent on my daughter having a puppy after all

Ava: I’ve given him so many treats whilst you’ve been away, he is benefitting from my love having no other outlet

James: Oh, I’m happy to hear someone is

Ava: But I think he misses you too, though he’s sworn to secrecy

James: I’ll have to bring him a thank you gift, for looking after you as devotedly as he has

Ava: If you wanted, you and Jay could take him for walks, to let her get an understanding of having a puppy before you commit

James: You’re incredibly thoughtful

Ava: It sounded a bit like I already can’t be bothered to walk him myself

Ava: but I assure you, my own dedication hasn’t waned

James: I would never doubt you, my darling

Ava: [send him a selfie from your balcony ft the blanket and this pup]

James: [send her one back of this toll boy on his sun lounger]

Ava: It’s so comforting to see your face

James: [send her a voice note, which is just you being a nerd and saying hello to her and Frank basically so she can hear your voice too because we all know them falling asleep on the phone together the way they used to OG is coming, but for now]

Ava: [send him a video back of this pup listening and doing the head tilt thing when they’re like HEWWO because adorable and isn’t just you screaming ILY so we gotta]

James: She’ll be too excited to walk, I’m under no illusion, I’ll end up carrying them both

Ava: I might have to come and give you a hand then

James: You’re always welcome

Ava: I didn’t know, if that would be okay

James: To quote you, as I am want to do when you’re being brilliant, things have to change

Ava: You flatter me, I don’t deserve it

James: You deserve more compliments than I have the time or energy to pen

Ava: You certainly looked quite cosy

Ava: I should be telling you a story tonight, I think

James: As did you, I’m pleased he has a good listening face for the barrage of questions he’ll be asked during his first walk

James: Oh, will we fight for the honour of storytelling?

Ava: He’s nothing if not a fabulous listener, I didn’t intend for him to be my captive audience but I fear he may be

Ava: We could but fighting with you is just the last thing I ever want to do

James: Naturally he’s a good boy, you’re his owner

James: Do you really want to read to me or be read to? I haven’t forgotten I owe you tonight’s chapter of [what they are reading] but I’m unopposed to you taking a turn if it’ll make you happy

Ava: I only want to make you happy, you do so much for me, I feel so spoiled

James: What you’ve done and how you make me feel is impossible to put into words, it’s going to forever elude me, I know it

Ava: I feel kinda tongue-tied now too

James: It’s okay, we can both read, I’ll go first

Ava: I do prefer it when you take the lead

James: [write her a little dancing scene because you can hear music coming from somewhere and you’re in love rn so gotta bring the peak romance with a what if]

Ava: [read this back to him, even though he said he’d go first, you simply gotta because it killed you and you need to be like LOOK WHAT YOU DID]

James: I’m sorry, I can’t go to sleep yet

Ava: I’m not going without you

James: Just to [another bookshop like he’s giving her a clue for this book hunt] and back

Ava: One step closer

James: Another day endured

Ava: But what a day

Ava: how you’ve not passed out is beyond me

James: I had to spend time with you

Ava: I am beyond grateful, I thought you might stop talking to me, fairly so

James: No, you’re mine and these moments are ours, albeit snatched and hurried too frequently

Ava: I was just scared, that you may need to

Ava: but you’re here and I’m here

James: I’m deeply sorry Teddy frightened you with his theft and the subsequent events stopped me from quieting said anxiety as fast as would have chosen to, had I been offered a choice

Ava: You’re a good person, do you know that

James: My heart breaks at the idea of you upset, that’s all

Ava: I promise I can handle it

James: You’re a brave and resilient person

Ava: You might just be my favourite person

James: May I? If you’d allow me to be, I think I’d be content with that

Ava: There aren’t any other contenders but I only want it to be you, no matter what

James: Thank you for bestowing upon me a future I sincerely look forward to experiencing

Ava: Do you believe that things can change, that it will work?

James: I have no faith in her, but I do in us

Ava: That’s enough

Ava: I won’t let you live life only in stolen moments, it isn’t good enough for you

James: It won’t be like this indefinitely, which is so much more than I once dared to consider possible

Ava: [write him a lil what if that is basically how you imagine his life and is him getting to do all the things he wants and actually being happy]

James: Ava

Ava: I can picture it so easily

James: You’re ever that vivid, I understand

Ava: I can feel your arms around me now, if I concentrate

James: And my watch proves any moment is capable of lasting beyond itself, to linger until we’re reunited

Ava: Exactly

Ava: alone feels less lonely, you exist in so many places my senses can comfort themselves, you are my constant too now

James: [tell her about how whatever trinket she gave you from her bedroom has moved from where you were keeping it on your desk at work while you were there hating it to being with you on this holiday, in a more poetic and extra manner but that’s the gist]

Ava: Oh

Ava: a piece of me being there brings me such an intense feeling of comfort, my head is reeling

James: It feels reckless with the fate of my notebook what it was, but I made the decision prior, and I’m not sorry I did

Ava: It could be worse, I had intended to gift you my underwear but that didn’t feel appropriate as work colleagues

James: [ofc writing a what if for if she could have though, because we all know how feral he’d be being with them rn if she had, much like when he took that pair to work that time to get through it, but even more so because the feels are even higher and he is essentially alone on this sun lounger at this o clock clearly with less chill needed than at his office]

Ava: Around the time you had fucked my ankles behind my head was when I realised my error in logic, definitely

Ava: now the only reason to wear any is to have something to present to you

James: My impatiently awaited homecoming will be faultless, yes

James: you and I have both fervently learned lessons

Ava: You won’t ever want to leave me behind again

Ava: Deciding whether to drop my pants or to my knees first is going to be a tough decision

James: Let me help you

James: [write both of these scenarios for her, as if that won’t just make it harder to decide lol]

Ava: James

James: You have my permission for either, for anything

Ava: I’m thinking about the positions a sun lounger affords us, that’s what I’m picturing now

James: [again write about it, this boy is on a roll, and we’re all buzzing Teddy can’t read this the sneaky rat]

Ava: It can be just like in the car

Ava: but you’re coming back to me

James: Yes

Ava: I want you home

James: A home with you is all I want

Ava: Do you mean that

James: Completely

Ava: Being a recluse has never sounded more heavenly, wow

James: I swear I’ll free you on occasion

Ava: Just take me those unavoidable places you have to go that aren’t our home

James: The absolutely perfect office paperweight, your body on my desk

Ava: Yours, to admire or play with until it’s a quivering mess that begs for you

James: An ideal stress ball too

Ava: I want to feel it, to take on the pressure and absorb it, be so used and useful for you

James: Can you take all of it?

Ava: You know I can, you taught me

James: You’re a pleasure to teach

Ava: You’re a very good teacher

James: [asking her a revision question, how they do]?

Ava: That’s not fair, sir

James: Have you been neglecting your revision?

Ava: It’s just been hard to concentrate

James: Perhaps, but there are people you’d like to make proud, aren’t there?

Ava: Yes, very much

Ava: I’ll try harder, I promise

James: [asking her the question again like okay go on]?

Ava: [give your best answer after having clearly thought about it and truly done your best here and now]

James: I knew you could do it

Ava: Are you proud of me, sir?

James: You’re top of my class

Ava: then I’m proud of myself

James: As you should be, you’re going to have a bright future and achieve a lot of great things

Ava: I couldn’t do it without you, you push me to be better

James: You could but you never need to

Ava: I need your encouragement

James: You earn it

Ava: I can do anything if it means I earn your approval

James: You’re capable of an extraordinary amount

Ava: You can’t believe it either, how I’ve blossomed under your tutelage

James: I recognised your potential immediately, from the moment I first saw you, remember?

Ava: I’ll never forget

Ava: I wanted you to take me, uncover every hidden depth, mould me into the woman I want to be, the one you need

James: You have the most unmarred beauty, irrespective of how deep I go

Ava: Nothing is out of bounds for you, you know I want more, I want you to see everything

James: You’ve claimed that word, I don’t hear it in any voice but yours

Ava: I can’t pretend I’m sorry about that

James: No apologies

Ava: I don’t think I’ll be satisfied until you’ve claimed and charted every inch of me, even then

James: Every inch of you is mine already and you definitely aren’t

Ava: No apologies?

James: None

Ava: You can ask me another, I’m ready this time

James: [do, clearly a harder question]?

Ava: [we still gotta slay, I’m afraid, we have been revising, until this latest drama, unlike some people]

James: Good girl, it’s apparent you’ve worked diligently and will reap every reward

Ava: Yours, always

Ava: You know how devoted I am, don’t you?

James: I’d struggle to question your passion even as a shameless ruse to praise you anew

Ava: I’ve never met anyone as encouraging as you, it makes me feel lucky to have you in my life

James: I’m the lucky one, my life has changed drastically thanks to you

Ava: You’re the one making the changes, and you deserve me, entirely

James: Your strong will inspires me

Ava: You make stubborn sound much sweeter

James: You’ve turned it into a positive trait

Ava: Do I even need to say how worth it I think this all is, if something seems worth pursuing, I just can’t not

James: I’d encourage you to say whatever you desire, especially out loud

Ava: It does feel as if I could speak it to the sky and those thoughts could get to you, undisturbed and unobserved by anyone else

James: And selfishly, I miss hearing your voice

Ava: [send a voice note of you doing that, with the ambience of being outside on a summer’s night and all the extra shit you just have to say]

James: I appreciate not being on the tube considering my reaction

Ava: I’m glad you’re alone too

Ava: I have to admit how thoroughly I enjoy monopolising your attention

James: You did with my drunk brother on my arm and a waiting car in our peripheral vision, my attention hasn’t shifted since

Ava: I’m still not sorry

Ava: I wasn’t then, only in my moments of fear and doubt have I questioned any of this

James: I’ll keep you safer, I promise

Ava: Do you want to?

James: Of course

Ava: I’m not hard work, am I?

James: You aren’t work at all

Ava: Good

Ava: because I want that

James: Then I’ll better protect you

Ava: You do it amazingly

Ava: you think about me more than anyone else, just knowing and believing that makes me feel so cared for

James: No, I let you down earlier

Ava: You didn’t

James: From now on, I refuse to

Ava: [send him a blushy selfie because he’s being so daddy and you can’t cope]

James: [drop a peak romance poetic af line about it which could be a quote but isn’t]

Ava: I feel like I’m getting better at spotting your work, as I should as your biggest fan

James: [see if you can guess what page she’s on because you left her the fancy notebook aka the whole story so far, just dropping a page number without any context like ? because you know she’ll know what you’re asking]

Ava: So close

Ava: [going to say you have read slightly more because keen ofc]

James: Are you going to read the other [however many pages she has left, because he’s so nervous and nearly didn’t pack that lol]?

Ava: Of course I am, I should have lingered and really savoured every word but I can read it at least another few times before you’re back

James: I’ll rewrite it as many times as you think fitting

Ava: But I like it how it is

Ava: I know that rewriting and multiple drafts are key to being a serious author but it’s exactly how it felt, how it happened

Ava: I wouldn’t want that lost on the cutting room floor

James: [tell her how many drafts you’ve done pre-fancy notebook because likewise keen obvs, tis all he do atm haha, like maybe it’s okay to not again and I can still be a serious author]

Ava: The words I can come up with now off the top of my head aren’t sufficient enough to tell you how good it is

Ava: my extraordinary bias taken into account beforehand too

James: The number of pages you’ve read through is a fair indicator, it must be passable

Ava: Absolutely

Ava: I’ve noted my favourite parts but I want to give it back to you so you can read along with my notes

James: Or your bias is substantial enough to overcome my lacklustre efforts

James: but, your notes will reveal more on that

Ava: Do you know any of the English faculty at King’s?

Ava: I bet you could charm one of them for a more expert and unbiased opinion, if you wanted

James: Yours is the only opinion which matters, will ever have any real significance to me

Ava: Okay, then you’ll have to believe me, I love it

James: I adore you

Ava: I adore you too

James: I’m risking getting you into trouble if the bear’s eyes aren’t covered, my apologies

Ava: [do cover them with his paws and send a pic like lol]

James: Crisis narrowly averted, well done, darling

Ava: I’m sure I could talk him ‘round if necessary, after all, he’s got to spend all this time with me and not you

James: True, you are the sweetest talker and it’s I who should be envious of his privileged position

Ava: I may have to find him a new position, pride of place, when you come home

Ava: we won’t all fit

James: And perhaps momentarily, as he is my temporary stand in

Ava: Oh

Ava: that is an idea

James: [obviously wax lyrical about the position this bear should be aka you wanna be in sir, in explicit detail, which at this precise moment of time is head between her legs doing the absolute most]

Ava: Fuck, James

James: That’s my aim, yes

Ava: I’m truly sorry for what I’m about to do to this bear’s face, Jesus

James: He isn’t because I’m not

Ava: You’re still proud of me

James: Didn’t I tell you that you deserve every reward?

Ava: I feel like I’m behaving very badly now though

James: You’re acting on my instructions

Ava: True

Ava: my favourite way to behave

James: So be a good girl

Ava: Yes

Ava: I’m doing it just like you showed me

James: As promised, I’ll look after you

Ava: You can look, hear, whatever you ask of me

Ava: though my blushes may reach catastrophic levels if you listen to the things I didn’t even know I wanted to say to you

James: I’m afraid to ask everything of you, it would form an instant habit

Ava: But that does seem right, as you never leave my mind, nor does the effect you have on my body, so I think you have a right to know at any given moment

James: It would feel right

Ava: [send him video of your unhinged behaviour because literally cannot stop yourself grinding against this bear, nor can you stop the 🥺 noises or the way you are unable to not call him daddy in this moment]

James: Oh fuck

Ava: Is that okay, I’ve felt this way for so long but I don’t have to tell you

James: You can tell me anything, you should

Ava: You’re just so protective and capable and supportive and everything I already have told you, it’s fitting

James: It’s okay, more than

Ava: That’s how I feel too

James: I don’t know how to verbalise what it means that you construct for me an identity I didn’t have, always

Ava: It’s just how you are, to me, what I see

James: Ava

Ava: What are you doing right now, I want to know I’m not alone with how much I’m doing in almost public

James: [send her a video of your own unhinged behaviour, soz to this sun lounger getting abused in this manner but he doesn’t have a bear to]

Ava: I can feel that, the hold you have over my imagination is like nothing I’ve ever known before

Ava: I’ve missed you

James: I love your imagination, I don’t intend to ever leave

Ava: Stay, stay, stay

Ava: Please

James: It’s a home away from home, I won’t

Ava: I’d offer you the key but you have it already, clearly

James: You can have a key when I move

Ava: I can?

Ava: That means so much

James: Yes, I want you to stay as well

Ava: It would be really strange if I started crying now, all things considered

Ava: just know how touched I am

James: You’d have to move the bear to let him hold you as I would

Ava: and I don’t think I can

James: Not yet

Ava: You tell me when

James: When I’m back, a moment prior would be too soon

Ava: The practicalities of this intrigue me and make for a maybe hilarious maybe as tantalising mental image

James: You’ll need to remain where you are

Ava: I would love that, missing you is easier when not surrounded by other people

James: [do a countdown as if she’s really gonna not move]

Ava: [make it a reminder on your phone calendar, again, like you won’t move a muscle]

James: [not this boy writing it on his hand like you do with casual reminders but not at all casually and exactly like when she wrote his name on her thigh, we all remember]

Ava: Being right where you left me feels like where I should be

James: Can you put my watch on without getting up or going inside?

Ava: Without going inside, yes, hold on

Ava: [I imagine you have everything he gave you in the bag out here with you so get to that without moving from this bear and send him the proof]

James: I stand corrected, it’s yours

Ava: I couldn’t possibly keep it but I like wearing it, and the time is memorised and imprinted on my brain

James: Please

Ava: Won’t you miss it?

James: Should I we’ll stop another

Ava: An excellent plan

Ava: I fear nothing we do is replicable but we can try our hardest

James: As long as you’re sure that what you’re doing is something I can, and am going to

James: [write about it again in detail because you are extra and you’ve seen her doing it now so you fully can]

Ava: Obviously it’ll be unbearably better when it’s you

Ava: even the best replacement is only that

James: He has an advantage over me in that he doesn’t require pauses for breath, but I’d gladly sacrifice taking any

Ava: You know you’ll kill me before you run out of breath

James: The only way I’ll permit you to die for me

James: [a countdown for this like die rn immediately because I say so please and thank you]

Ava: Shit

James: [write all the praise and encouragement in all the ways like you did until the moment she was standing in front of you IRL]

Ava: [taking what would feel like ages, for the constant back and forth you have been having, to reply because that killed you, even if it’s just a minute]

Ava: I

James: You can tell me, it’s okay

Ava: I’m still searching for the words to

James: There’s time, you and I have plenty

Ava: So much more to come

James: Absolutely

Ava: You seem confident, in a way you didn’t before

James: I am

Ava: I love it

James: The prospect of you nobly walking away reiterated to me I’m totally unprepared for our separation

Ava: I am only hypothetically interested in how I intended to pull it off myself, I can’t bear to think about it any other way

James: I crave you, this life

Ava: We’ll find a way to make it happen, we need to, this is so right that any other life is rendered irrelevant

James: I’m hostile to the mere possibility and exclusively open to actions which help me to hold onto you

Ava: I’m not going anywhere, I want this to be long-term

James: I could die happy if I got to see you every day, to publicly be with you on any number of those days

Ava: The idea that, one day, that can be more than fantasy in my head is wild

James: I had hope before, but I recently have resolve too

Ava: No secrets, no lies, it’s liberating

James: A new leaf

Ava: I don’t know where you’re going to find the time to write about us when we never have to be apart

James: I’ll insist you sleep for the recommended hours

Ava: Hey, what about your recommended hours

James: I’ve been deprived for the last four years, I’ll be fine

Ava: No

Ava: I admit that storytime had the opposite effect tonight but I will work out how to get you to sleep

James: [shade authors how you two like to do being like you could read them to me lol without actually saying that, and then pick some journalists because she is gonna be one who won’t suck, casual list of boring bastards]

Ava: I don’t want to bore you to death, darling

James: I could listen to you recite [something really REALLY boring, like the phonebook but they don’t exist, you know what I mean, maybe he’s sassing school/the revision she hates most, just for fun], and indeed will

Ava: You’ll love running lines with me just as much as I will then

James: I’m really looking forward to it

Ava: There’s a lot I’m looking forward to

James: Me too

Ava: I know this part is going to be really hard for you

Ava: but I’ll be here for you

James: Thank you

Ava: Of course, you shouldn’t be on your own through this

James: Shy of imposing, which I baulk at, I’ll try to embrace your full support

Ava: That’s what friends are for

James: Rarely has anything of the sort been my experience

Ava: No

Ava: A good friend, then, a rarity, not to toot my own horn but I shall try to be one

James: You’re a wonderful companion, along with esteemed faux work colleague, lest we forget

Ava: How could we?

Ava: Our lunch dates are the highlight of every working day

James: They are

Ava: I hope we can keep it up

James: Retirement is far off

Ava: So is Uni for me, I think we can manage

James: A little less so, but yes

Ava: Two whole years before we need to think about that

James: Shh, [a teacher he had that she therefore still has who is that bitch] would despair to hear that you aren’t

Ava: They have bigger fish to fry right now, maybe [this teacher] can beg your brother and the other culprits to do some revision before final exam…

James: It is a tactic he’d be inclined to respond to, unlike [another teacher who we are shading because they either do nothing or they are shouty and go too hard, whichever]

Ava: Mm, more carrot less stick

Ava: He is like Frank in that way

James: Most are partial to honey rather than vinegar

Ava: [this aggy teacher] will have to get some treats in

James: A student council worthy recommendation

Ava: I can assume you had different priorities than my brother and were not on the prefect team in sixth form, right?

Ava: Competition for head boy had to have been thin on the ground

James: I wasn’t many years into secondary in advance of being deemed an academic lost cause, [the head teacher] would have been taken ill, I fear, dare I utter the words head boy

Ava: I don’t know if I can call that a shame in good conscience, even only as a hypothetical

James: I’m intrigued what you would call it

Ava: Don’t get me wrong, I’m not wishing death on [the head] and the rest of the faculty

Ava: I just think [their school] is as questionable an institution as any other people buy their way into

James: You’ll hear no counter arguments from me on the subject

Ava: Even though I apparently give off prefect energy, I doubt I’ll bother with it

James: Undercover journalism is bound to be time consuming, I can’t in good conscience champion the assignment

Ava: Exactly

Ava: My friend Raz will have to report back to me when she invariably decides she must be head girl

James: You’ll have your own hands full with [some hilarious guesses for what the school play might be] once you get the bug this term

Ava: Will you even be able to cope if I go full theatre kid annoying?

James: The weekly dose of baby ballerinas and their mothers stands me in good stead, I suspect

Ava: Oh, well that is just not a favourable comparison at all

Ava: I don’t think I can live with that

James: You’ll have to hold onto the character you’re already endowed with, in that instance

Ava: Or hold onto summer as long as we can

James: I think I can live with that

Ava: It isn’t too late for me to consider other schools, if necessary

James: You have the luxury of time to contemplate all manner of things

Ava: Not that long but, again, the summer

Ava: I hadn’t contemplated anywhere else but it would be less complicated, for numerous reasons, I don’t know

James: Perhaps and one less complication is one less complication

Ava: Sorry, what you don’t need right now is another choice to make

Ava: I’ll work it out, it doesn’t matter right now

James: It isn’t my choice and I won’t make it for you, but that doesn’t mean we’re barred from discussing it, that’s never the case

Ava: I know

Ava: I think the shock has perhaps worn off and I just feel a bit, well, you know

James: Yes, but don’t worry, I’d dissuade you from a hasty decision, as much as I possess any influence

Ava: You possess plenty of influence, I care about your opinion

James: And I the trajectory of your life, the smaller steps and the larger

Ava: Knowing everyone and everyone knowing you has always seemed like such a negative

Ava: but if I don’t know anyone at a new school, maybe that’s a different kind of awful

James: There is a loneliness in fresh starts which are seldom talked about

Ava: It must be hard, losing friends because you need to lose a lifestyle, especially so young

James: That said, you’re not me, I believe you’d make new ones

Ava: That wasn’t entirely under your control, don’t say it like a failing

James: It was a failing to relinquish control over the amount of things I did

Ava: If it were possible to resist, you would have

James: Defiance is always possible, if you’re willing to face the consequences, I wasn’t

Ava: You were trying to make it work, whether you see that as a foolish endeavour now

James: A house built on sand, not that I’m poised to make your bedtime reading biblical all of a sudden

Ava: An interesting proposition

James: You’d sleep for the recommended hours but your dreams may be fascinating

Ava: The Book of Revelation is meant to be a trip

Ava: I don’t want to go to bed, still

James: I’m not ready to let you either

Ava: We could go for a swim, if I was there

James: [write about it ofc, any excuse for a what if scenario and that would be peak romance as well as a hot move]

Ava: Just add skinny dipping to the endless list of things I need to do with you

James: Turn to the back of the notebook and compose your list please

Ava: You told me to so nicely, I have to

James: I’ll contribute my own ideas when you return it

Ava: I’m afraid this list can’t be rushed, what if I miss something and you think I don’t want to do it?

James: The handover doesn’t need to be rushed, I trust you to take care of this draft of my scribblings

Ava: I’ll take all the care deserving, though I fear I will need more drafts than even you, darling

James: Perhaps you deserve your own notebook for this venture

Ava: I doubt the gift shop has any worthy

James: I’ll organise a detour via [where they were shopping the other day, deliberately so]

Ava: I owe you so many presents

James: You don’t owe me a thing

Ava: Okay, owe isn’t the word

Ava: I want to spoil you as much as you do me

James: I am, the sensitivity and attentiveness you show is unparalleled

Ava: But I want to give you more

James: You’re giving everything you can, I know that

Ava: Don’t forget

James: How could I?

Ava: I know I’m not as mature or as interesting as the girls you’ll be free to see when you’re through all this

James: You’ve approached this with a maturity no one else I’ve spoken with has come close to, not to mention, you’re the most enchanting person I’ve ever met

Ava: It wasn’t super mature of me to bring up my insecurities there though

Ava: I like you, more than just a fling, I want you to know that

James: Well, that’s a relief because this is more than just a fling, isn’t it?

Ava: Yeah

Ava: I hope so

James: I want us to be

Ava: I know, and I do too

Ava: I just know how fast this has been and where you are in your life, I don’t want to be foolish

James: I’d hate to pressure you, I hope you don’t feel that way

Ava: No, not at all

Ava: I told you, I have a habit of getting carried away

James: I’d be suspicious of someone who wasn’t, with emotions as intense as these

Ava: If I had learned any lessons, heeded any advice, we wouldn’t be here

Ava: I’m not mad that we are, by any means

James: I’m typically plagued by regret, but it hasn’t found me here

Ava: I’ll never regret you

James: On the contrary, I’ll pay tribute to you whenever the opportunity arises

Ava: This isn’t too much, it’s the idea that one day it could be taken away, that’s what I was trying to say

James: I’m scared too, again, how could we not be?

Ava: It’s normal, you’re right

Ava: Thank goodness, right

James: Whether or not I’ve learned nearly enough from my copious errors in judgment and bad choices, it’s fair to say I’ve grasped that it’s worth having things you’re anxious you may lose in lieu of having nothing you much care for

Ava: I entirely agree

James: Will you agree to be my girlfriend? I realise it’s just a word, that we can’t actually be together officially, but despite that hurdle yet to be navigated

Ava: Yes

Ava: It means a lot when everything would be simplified by not acknowledging me at all, I know that to be true but to say I don’t want this would be a complete lie

James: You mean a lot, Ava

Ava: I might be floating, I hope that doesn’t break the rules about not leaving here

James: Kindly drift toward me, if so

Ava: I know you can’t possibly guess at this point

Ava: but tell me you’ll be home soon

James: We’ll create a home together soon, I promise

Ava: I can’t even comprehend how happy I would be, to see you that often, get to be with you

James: Until that moment I’m homeless, and aware how dramatic that sounds

Ava: I am a fan of your flair for the dramatic, it matches my own so well

James: It would be awkward for me to disclose something like that if we weren’t perfectly suited to each other, thank you for sparing my blushes

Ava: I do miss them but we need to be in person for me to fully appreciate

Ava: Where shall we live?

James: [send her a picture anyway, just cos]

James: I don’t know, I’ve lived in a grand total of one postcode to date

Ava: God, I can already feel the hours I’m going to spend staring at that rushing past

Ava: I barely have you beat, but that’ll mean it’ll be all the more fun searching

James: I almost feel as though I should get in the pool, then we can both float for a while

Ava: I absolutely think you should

Ava: We all know they’ve had to tolerate worse debauchery from guests who think they can buy their way out of rules, you’ll be fine

James: Shall I? Okay

Ava: I wish I had a pool to get in right now, maybe I’ll get in the hot tub, if I find IV a suitable floaty to keep him, hm, dry is no longer the word

James: [send her a picture of you on one so she can copy it with this bear]

Ava: 🥺

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Whumptober 2023: Day 12: Insomnia

Whumptober 2023: Day 12: Insomnia (Continued from yesterday's part)

Help doesn’t come the way I hoped it would. Nobody comes for us and I’m left to care for Peter who only gets worse. What am I going to do if help doesn’t come soon? Will I be able to keep him alive?

I’m scared I won’t be good enough to keep the one I love safe. And I truly, deeply love Peter Parker—more than a high school sweetheart. I know in my heart that it’s so much more than that. It’s a bond like nothing else.

I watch him all night as he sleeps, not able to bring myself to get some shut-eye like he is. I’m afraid he might never wake up, but I stop myself from waking him. He needs rest to heal, I think. I’m not sure what else to do.

Looking down at the sweet, sleeping boy, my heart swells. I can’t lose him. I wish I were the one in his position. He’s the last person who deserves this. I should tell him how much I adore him. I should. I-

“Ro?” He mumbles.

“Hey, Pete,” I reply softly.

Even with all of the pain he’s clearly in, he grins at me and asks about how I’m doing before worrying about himself. “You know, you can still leave if-“

I glare at him. “Don’t do this.”

Peter backs down. “I’m sorry. I just want you to be safe.”

“I know that.” I snap.

He shuts up and I sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m just worried about you.”

“What about your arm?” He questions.

I look at my arm that I’ve now put in a sling made from my flannel over my shirt. “I’m fine. It hurts, but I’ll live.”

“It looks broken.” He replies, echoing the same sentiment as yesterday when we got into this mess.

“I don’t know if it is or if it isn’t. All that matters is you.” I say.

“Ro, that’s not true. You need help.” Peter argues.

“You can’t walk. I’m taking care of you whether you like it or not, mister.” I counter. “No ifs ands or buts about it.”

He shuts his eyes and exhales. “You should at least get some sleep.”

I don’t mean to be uncooperative, but I can tell I’m testing his patience. “I can’t. I have to look after you. The guys that blew up the bus and set the trap could come and hurt us.”

Peter frowns. “I don’t want to be the reason you die. I can’t lose you. Especially not because of my own mistakes. I ran into the woods without a second thought and now you’re dealing with it.”

“Peter, you ran into these woods because you heard a scream. It’s in your nature to look out for people.

Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and all that. It was a trap, but you did the right thing. That’s not on you. That’s on the assholes that set the trap and probably so killed our classmates.” I reassure him.

“We don’t know they’re dead.” He mumbles.

“We didn’t see anyone else get out of that bus alive. I…I don’t know. If someone else was alive, we would have seen them.” I say stubbornly.

“Have a little faith,” Peter tells me.

“Having faith hasn’t done shit for me,” I grumble. “Look where we are. Look at the things around me. They…they all get ruined. People die. Because of me.”

He squeezes my hand. “You save people. You saved me.”

“My mom is gone and I couldn’t protect her. My first home was destroyed by the Mandarin, I was injected with Extremis and tortured with it as a little girl, I caused Loki to kill Agent Coulson in New York…I’m more trouble than I’m worth. And sooner or later, you’ll be hurt by me too. No matter how hard I try to stop it. After this is all over, you should stay away from me. Far away.” I explain.

He’s silent for a long moment. “None of that is your fault. None of it.”

I shake my head. “I don’t wanna lose you.”

“Good,” Peter says softly. “I don’t wanna lose you either. Ro, I…”

Brushing hair out of the weak, sweet boy’s face, I kiss him. “I think you’re pretty rad.”

He coughs, laughing lightly. “Thanks. You’re pretty rad too.”

“We’re gonna be okay,” I tell him. “I promise.”

I promise, Peter.

(Continued in tomorrow's part and continues for another few parts.)

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Someone hurts Y/N at work; and Harry’s owner of the company.

Angry young man CEO!H very protective of his lovie :)))))))))))))

It was Tuesday. Tiring Tuesday is what Y/N calls them to be because they lurk in the middle of week and drags you after a Monday. Today, it’s the worst fucking Tuesday since the day she started working at this company.

Harry offered her. More to say tried to convince her with his sweet puppy tactics, tried to lure her in with his seductive begging and would mumble the same thing in her sweaty neck while balls deep in her, “Please sweet toots ... promise I wouldn’t be there to take ye' interview, please work in my company.” He squished her sides in desperation. Y/N whined, mind too occupied in the way he’s leaking into her, the head of his cock angled to rub at her spongy wall making her hug herself into him.

“I could be a very hard boss in my office, ‘s all ‘m saying.” He wiggled his brows at her playfully, hissing when his double joke earned him a tight fit around his prick and he was soon forgetting all of it when she canted her hips to let him slick deeper inside her.

It’s not that; Y/N doesn’t wants to work at his company. When her boyfriend asked her so sweetly and stout-heartedly. Call him a sap but he actually wants to be closer to her in every possible chance he gets – she gives him an unyielding amount of comfort and happiness when she’s with him.

There’s this silver of pride he wants to take (since he’s the biggest narcissists) in being a power couple, because in the end everything will be theirs.

But she doesn’t want to seem like she took advantage of him. She didn’t study and worked hard many years to be called dependent on her boyfriend. She wanted to find her first proper job herself – feel all the odds and jitters of her firsts after UNI.

Harry called the battles off knowing his little stubborn baby’s too much a wiggler and he believes in her and he’s very proud of her previous achievements, he just wants to see her happy working with him or not.

She indeed got it. She was finally a design editor at a grand magazine company, excited to meet her boss who’s one of her absolute favourite graphic designers in the industry.

Harry and her celebrated her baby step towards her success by going out at this cafe which had cats you can pet and love on.

He was blissed to see her this happy, considering it a win win situation. But she doesn’t need to know? Does she? And Harry didn’t do anything suspicious? Did he? Nobody even know who she's! And if Y/N wants that, he’ll have it that way.

Soon her enthusiasm deflated like a sorrowful balloon whirling in the air for seconds before falling on the ground and getting it’s existence neglected, because, her boss was the meanest bitch alive.

At the moment, Y/N forced the pertinacious lump of pathetic tears down her throat, not blinking to dry out the moisture threatening to fall from her waterline feeling humiliation creep up her skin and making her want to shrink into herself and never show her face.

She listens patiently and optimistically as her boss practically screams at her for not liking the designs Y/N worked to modify for damn 62 hours and the Karen still had an audacity to degrade, Y/N.

Y/N gasped, stumbling back in fright shock when the file that had her precious designs composed in it flew and hit Y/N, the ragged corner of it scratching Y/N’s delicate skin and her boss was spinning away from her to stare coldly at the bustling city outside through the window drowning into fumes and anger.

Y/N opened her mouth, guppy like. Wanting to say something back and call her out on her act but she felt like her voice got strangled into her chest.

ShitShitShitShit.

Hammering in her brain when she felt something warm oozing from her skin and she’s panicking, wiping a vicious streak of blood from her jaw with her trembly fingers and scuttled straight to the washroom before anyone was able to see her in such vulnerable condition.

She had enough of it and left out of there without a word to anyone, not even to her cubby mate. She bottled all the emotions that were rattling against her bones to flood out of her each pore, until she could reach her home and once she did she was having a humongous and ominously scary breakdown, glad that Harry was stuck in meetings and the house was all of hers to cry ugly.

Once she was all blue lips, puffy and swelled up cheeks and eyes, nest of a hairstyle and all burned up lungs she was calming herself down with deep breaths just Harry taught her.

Scrubbing and cleaning herself off then going to bed without waiting for Harry, something very rare and the right hit in the nail for him to know she isn’t feeling well.

He was welcomed by silence. No dinner, just leftovers in fridge and his insides became all crummy and not very pleasant when he tailed to the living room and wasn’t met by his lovebug; either cramming her head to sketch down designs with an ipad in her lap while a buzz of random Netflix show accompanies her, dossing off cutely with hundreds of her study journals and magazines messed around her on the floor, or her in sleeping pyjamas with food already set up on the coffee table and brightening the whole room with her squeals when Harry announces his presence.

None of that instead he finds her in their bedroom, drowned under layers of blankies and her stuffies with room lit dark.

He coos softly, mattress dipping down from his weight and his heart expands and melts all around his other organs at how adorable she looks sleeping in his hoodie. He chuckles shaking his head at the way she has the strings of the hoodie squeezed around her head, not sure how she’s able to breath at how tight it seems around her neck.

Doing his own routine he was slipping into the bed, sighing from the warmth and how toasty she has made the bed already.

He bunched her against his chest and kissed her head then spooned her up in his arms, lips fluttering into a smile when she hummed and sniffed basking into his scent.

“Oi sleepy.” He whispers down at her cupping her neck and giggles softly when she whines mushing her cheek against his chest only to grunt sleepily and muffle her yelps into his sweatshirt.

Harry’s brows shoots up into slight bafflement then dips down into a frown when he slipped his calloused palm under her hoodie to cradle her jaw and felt something graze against his thumb that was about to press into her soft skin to bring her for a night kiss.

“Hey...” He perches himself on elbows, switching on the lamps and ignores her groans grasping the blanket she was about to pull over herself, huffing at him to let her sleep but Harry’s more stubborn than her if it involves assuring himself she’s okay and right now she’s not and Harry was already feeling it in his bones.

“Lemme see.” He persists gently, peeling the blankets and the hoodie off her head while she’s still stirring into sleep not able to open her eyes how much she tries because of the exhaustion dumped on her from whole day.

He stares at the wound she did a shit effort to cover with a gauze messily over her jaw and tiny bit area of her neck, a long bandage reaching to her ear and Harry tries to think rationally and not freak out as he touches it with cautious fingertips.

“What ... the –- fuck, Y/N what is...is this?” His mouth falls slack. His ears buzzing for a moment and he wraps his arm around her shoulder to bring her up as he leans them against the bedhead.

He feels bad when she knuckles at her eyes warily and mumbles something that’s barely audible.

“What happened, baby? Talk t’me? How did y'hurt yourself so bad?” Worried and fearful. He bombs her with questions not waiting for her to be fully awake and his heart breaks miserly upon focusing his gaze on her face, her angelic face that’s now soaked with sadness –- she’s been crying.

His loves been crying and he wasn’t there for her.

“Who did this to you?” Y/N's eyes widens abruptly. The alertness in them vivid for Harry to see under the lamp glow and she gasps, nose twitching and lip wobbling as Harry grabbed her chin and ducked to her eyelevel to ask her tenderly with a layer of strictness under his tone, “’M asking, Who did this to you, Y/N?” Her fragile heart could already take so much and she strangled out a sob lowering her head down in embarrassment.

“’M.. I’m —-.. no –..not telli –-..telling you,” She hiccups breathlessly, shaky fingers fisting onto the blanket thrown over Harry’s lap and he holds her hands kissing them gently, “I’ll know it one way or another baby. Don’t force me to get outta my way to find —–“ His soul stabbing glare was enough for Y/N to ramble and at first he thought he didn’t heard her right, that she was mumbling too much but when the reality seeped in gradually Harry almost froze in his spot.

“I know it’s very shameful —..” Y/N stammers barely able to get in a breather and Harry’s head snapped at her words, removing his nails away from making little graves in his palms and his jaw which almost felt like breaking from the hinges from how painfully furious he had it set relaxes as he tries to calm himself down and not to grab his keys and drive to that bitch's house to trash her place.

Because how fucking dare she treat anyone like that in his own fucking company.

“Hey, hey. Now none of that toots. Look at me darling, oh my sweet moppet ... shh.” It slices his heart in pain to see Y/N like this -- so small and disheartened. How dare she hurt his such delicate, sweet, loving girl like that? How!?

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself moppet. She should be, fo’ being such a heartless prick.” He spat, his guts full of bitter and hatred. His skin hot, his grip on her tightening protectively and his chin quivers trying to lock all his anger inside and not to burst out like a pressure cooker.

“I’ll deal with her tomorrow.” He nods curtly to himself, poking his tongue to wet his grimacing lips and Y/N was too woolly to get what’s he’s saying.

His gaze flitters back on her. His demeanour turned incredibly soft and gentle for her smooching a big generous kiss to her salty lips and then to both of her cheeks cared in both of his palms, “Are y'okay? D'you want me to take you to hospital?” She shakes her head mewling and melting and caressing herself into his wrist.

“Why didn’t you call me baby?” He asks her doing anything in his power to mask the hurt in his tone and sighs touching his forehead to her's when Y/N sniffled, “Didn’t wan’ you to worry.” He slid his forearm under her bum and scooched her atop of him, patching tiny careful pecks to her jaw.

“But, that’s love moppet. Worryin’ bout you, takin’ care of ye' and beating anyone raw who even dares to have evil intentions towards you,”

“Remember the time y'snubbed that one guy’s oh so expensive shoes who was very rude to me at one of your graduations party?” His simper turning into a proper ironic grin when she giggled hoarsely nodding along and the tension in his muscles released watching her getting better.

“Proper broke his big toe with your heel darling.” He giggles with her and then Y/N realised how sad and awful Harry’s feeling, how it’s hurting him the same way it hurt her an year ago.

“How about we have a glass of milk .... it’ll help us sleep less grumpy y'know.” He murmurs in the crook of her neck, elbow cocooned safely around her shoulder blade as he kisses the side of her head again and again nose buried in her hair to smell her treacly smell.

In the morning he was tragic to hear Y/N sound so heartbroken and dejected as she told him, “I’m going to resign and accept your offer.” Her smile small and sad, hugging him looping her limbs around his torso lazily.

“’kay baby, but first eat your brekkie.” He kissed her hair and squished her pout when he moved away to make some calls to his assistant.

Y/N had no-idea what he was upto. Glad that he was driving her to the company and that he was immensely supportive of her decision, her insides pooled with warmth and giddiness when he tried to cheer her up with his silly jokes and singing along the radio murmuring rubbish whenever he forgot the lyrics.

She was utterly confused when upon reaching he was giving the keys to valet boy to park his car and interviewing their fingers in a strong grip before leading her inside, even though she should be the one to do so.

She sputters a, “Huh?” when instead of telling her he’d wait for her in the lobby he’s rounding the corner towards the elevators and turns his wrist to push her infront of him to keep her closer to himself all the time.

When the doors are sliding apart the people scurrying outside halts for a moment, not looking Harry in eyes and keeping their heads low.

Phones were already rung in the building that Mr. Styles will be coming un-announced and everyone should be prepared to face the consequences if they stumble upon him – because well he isn’t in such a nice mood to start with.

“Harry.” She pokes him in ribs feebly, stepping away from him feeling timid due to few pair of eyes in elevator watching her awkwardly and maybe judgingly.

The tension in space could be cut through knife, as if everyone’s holding their breaths and she pouts taking a good look at Harry who’s smirking smugly confident in his element.

Do they all think her boyfriend’s way too intimidating and out of reach for them? They should know he’s such a sweetie!

Y/N huffs. Folding her arms over chest when Harry paws at her hips and pulls her back against his chest resting his chin atop of her head with a shit eating grin.

In all seriousness. Showing them that’s she’s his's and belongs under his wings, which will keep her safe and protected till his death.

“How did you know my boss's office’s on tenth floor?” She squints up at him suspiciously.

“Hmm. Dunno, moppet. Magical powers or summat?” He teases her, putting a hand at the small of her back to nudge her forward making her blush pink and ducks down to whisper in her ear, “You got this toots.” Biting her earlobe playfully to stroke down her anxiety upon sensing her hesitancy to step in the hallway that has cubicles lined up.

He already got this. He ordered his assistant to get the resign letter ready and showing her who’s the boss here’s not much of hurdle for him.

It’s weird. Bloody weird. Y/N wants to turn back and run away because the moment they step inside the whole damn hallway falls eerily pin drop silent and everyone’s peeking up from the short walls of their cubicles and then diverting their eyes immediately in embarrassment and apology seeing Harry behind her.

The ones who’re standing bows their heads lightly in respect for him and scurrying away to give him a way and that’s insanely surprising and weird.

Harry on the other hand was no stranger to those bogey looks. Of curiosity, uneasiness and dread when he passes through the crowd of his employs. Y/N is.

Slowly perhaps. It starts to sink in— jumbled and disoriented when she looks back at Harry. He’s keeping his head held high and shoulders tilted back with poise and conceitedness, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants and because though it makes him look like a proper snob— he is their boss and the owner of this company, he should act like one.

“Mr. Styles.” Y/N’s boss assistant Marina who’s usually very chirpy (and undeserving of all the yelling she gets from her boss) turns pale at Harry’s presence. She’s the only person Y/N's very keen of, now she’s fretting towards them with her head lowered and tries to stammer something but Harry’s walking past her with his lips pursued as he goes inside without knocking.

“Harry...” Y/N tattles behind him, lunging to clutch onto the hem of his suits coat, to scold him to stop babying her and let her handle it herself, too late since she’s already meeting with the sight of her overly stressed and upset boss.

Her knees almost gives in when Harry snaps his fingers for the employees that were inside to give them privacy and takes in the most relaxing breath of oxygen, feeling a gag of bitterness in his mouth from even looking at her.

Y/N gasped. Her boss (which she’s not sure is her boss anymore) gasped. The sweet assistant Marina gasped. When Harry told her in the most composing way– though his blood’s boiling absolutely sheathing through his veins.

“You’re fired.” His demeanour cold and voice monotone not giving a fuck how much she shakes and cries for his forgiveness.

“Mr. Styles. I..I can explain–-" She stammers rushing from the back of her desk and stops obediently when Harry gestures her to not to take another step forward.

“There’s no excuse for abuse. I don’t want your lame explanations, I can’t have an abusive asshole running my company for me ... we might be strict on our employees but we aren’t monsters.” He grits, his eyes flaring piercingly with rage and showing no empathy towards her as she pleads him to forgive her mistake– those bricks of money makes you work baby.

“You hurt someone so dearly to me ‘n think I’ll forgive ye'?” The assistance eye’s blows away at newfound information, Harry Styles love of life’s none other than Y/N. The girl she used to have smoked sandwiches and milkshakes with in their lunch breaks.

“I didn’t know ...” He chuckles ironically at her hypocrisy and that’s the last straw for him before he’s threatening her to call the security and she’s getting out of there cursing him under her breath but Harry grabs her from elbow roughly, conceding his brow at her dauntingly.

"Apologise to her right fuckin' now."

"Sorry, Mrs Styles. I'm very ashamed of what I did." She says nervously and Y/N nods not able to speak from the butterflies that are flapping around her stomach, which sure didn't go unnoticed at Harry's side and he smirks at Y/N.

When they’re left alone. Jovial cackles are bouncing against the walls and he’s pressing his hip to the desk, securing his hands around his triceps as he folds his arms infront of his chest entertaining himself to the cute and fuzzy reactions of his girl at what just happened.

“See. Told ya, nobody could defy my bossiness at work.” He grins at her, jerking his hand towards his chest to usher her closer to him and boops her nose smacking an obnoxiously loud kiss to her mouth when she toddles in his arms.

“The offers still there,” He looks down at her cheekily and she shakes her head, a small smile kicking up her lips at his determination and devotion.

“Couldn’t say no to you, could I? What will you be owning secretly next time?” She nips at him, planting her palms firmly against his midriff feeling the crispiness of his shirt underneath his jacket.

“A bakery shop ....?” He muses in the most pondering voice and she scoffs at him through pattering of giggles, “Suck it up Mr. Styles.”

“Hey! I know my prick’s huge but not tha’ much for me to suck it myself.”

Y/N chokes onto her own spit. Shaking her head at him.

“Your innocent employees knows how vulgar you’re?”

“Uhmm. Infact, She gets very hot hearin’ me like tha'.” He bobs his head grinning at her wickedly and she smacks his shoulder, “Harry!”

“Yeahhh! Tell everyone how good I make you feel babbbyy—....” Y/N clamps her hand around his mouth to muffle his lewd fake moaning.

“You��re so embarrassing.” She grumbles wiping his spit sticking to her palm down her skirt and spins around to head for the door expecting him to follow her.

“You don’t talk to boss like that!” He trails behind her, “Boss my ass!” She quips out a squeal looking around to make sure that nobody saw it when Harry slapped her bum.

“Boss someone’s ‘bout to get a pink ass.”

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