#a few years ago i started talking to sibling like i talk to the dog aka stuff like saying to the dog What are you looking at and then bc

[doctorwhoisadhd]

on one hand i think saying kill yourself to your sibling is so funny on the other hand 1) i already know that i will start talking to Other people like that and 2) I Am A Teacher

[borathae]

Too Sweet

“You’re too sweet for him, but he can’t get enough of the taste. Even if lately he makes you feel as if he has. Taehyung doesn’t like that you feel this way, showing you that the only drug he ever needs is you.”

Pairing: Gangster!Taehyung x f.Reader

Genre: crime!AU, established relationship!AU, Smut

Warnings: mention of past smoking, mention of murder as well as blood & violence, Dom!Taehyung, sub!Reader, lingerie kink, hand kink, dirty talk, praise, he calls her his slut fondly, he also calls her babygirl and (baby)doll, the title Sir is said like three times, cockwarming in his office chair, desperate sex on top of his office desk, DP of her pussy with his cock & fingers, choking without applying pressure, bondage with his tie, strength kink, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), squirting, he fucks her so good she pees a little jjsjsj, creampie, subby girl tears, he is as gentle with her as he is rough (sexy), smol ownership kink, kinda exhibitionism cause they fuck loudly with his guards outside the doors, hints at female masturbation, allusion to somnophilia, breast play with painless tit spanking, idk if this is warning worthy but he is a little "dismissive" of her feeling neglected by fucking her instead of listening to her, but he apologises healthily in the end and keeps being all "fuck, I misssed you" during sex, cuddles and kisses and praise for aftercare hihi

Wordcount: 5.6k

a/n: this is based on this post and all of you guys' wishes ohoho. it's definitely less on the soft Dom!Tae side because a bitch (me) wrote this during full ovulation bloom and i quite frankly felt like a bitch (dog) in heat ajjajsjs have fun besties 🤎

Taehyung was working late. He is at home for a change and you thought that it would mean you could see him more, but that wasn’t the case. You haven’t seen him at all today, not even in the morning because he locked himself in his office before you woke and during lunch time, he asked one of his men to bring the food to his office. You can’t stand it when he is like this. 

You know that Taehyung was a busy man. If he wasn’t gone, tending to missions or assassinating his targets, he was holed up in his office, allowing no one to come in. No one. Not even you, his woman. 

You normally don’t mind that he is absent, having your own things to do. But it has been days since you last saw him and you are getting needy. Not only for his attention, but also for his touch. You noticed it starting when you woke up all alone – like always these past few days – with thick, warm slick between your legs and a deep pit in your stomach only his cock could fill. You tried to get rid of it, but no matter how you touched yourself, it wasn’t enough. You missed Taehyung. You missed his touch and how he can turn you into puddy between his fingers. He gets off on the power. Taehyung is twisted like that, giving it to you with a taunting smirk on his lips which so very often makes you shudder. Sometimes he also looks at you as if you were his prey, as if you were one of the many fuckers he tortures on a daily. And you get off to it, craving exactly this look tonight.

Taehyung’s world wasn’t normal or on the bright side of the law. Taehyung’s world was as twisted as him, it was filled with drugs, murder and betrayal and reeked of dirty money and expensive alcohol. 

You slithered into it eight years ago with no chance of escaping. It all began when you came home to your younger siblings slaughtered and your belongings missing. Your parents had died years before and as the eldest of four, you took on the role of mother and father for your younger siblings. They were three, six and eleven when they were murdered. You were only twenty. The law didn’t help you. They dismissed it because of too little evidence, called it a case unsolvable and told you to leave when you begged them to continue the search. You met Taehyung in front of the police station. It rained that day and the air smelled of messy endings – or new beginnings, however one might interpret the meeting. He called you to the dark alleyway he was hiding in and offered you a drag of the cigarette he was smoking, which you declined while he took it for you with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

“I can find the killers of your family”, he had told you.

“How do you know what happened to them?” you had asked him.

He pointed at the police station, “I know a lot of things in this city. Things these bastards up there could only dream of knowing. I know your name and that someone killed your three siblings. I also know that your parents died two years ago and that their deaths are connected to these murders.”

“Who are you?” you asked him.

“You can call me Vante, my real name isn’t important”, he told you, not knowing that one day he will have you screaming his real name for him each night as he made the messiest love to you.

“Why are you helping me?”

Taehyung took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled it through his nose. He stepped closer, drawing you in with his eyes. Something sick and twisted glimmered in them and you had found yourself gazing at it in awe. 

“Are you taking my help or not? My cigarette is running out and I’m not about to light another one”, he stressed back then, unaware that one day the only drug he will need in his lungs was your air.

Many years have passed since then. The world darkened in these years. Taehyung lost the playful spark he had back then, while you lost the innocence a normal person without criminal ties possessed. You know how a stranger’s blood feels on your hands these days, know how disgusting humans are once they die and their muscles give up and you know the bitter taste of lonely nights when Taehyung stays out longer than planned. 

You can’t take the taste anymore. You crave the sweetness of his kiss, the saccharine traces of his touch and the honey timbre of his voice.

Taehyung is locked up in his office and doesn’t let anyone in, but you can’t take it anymore. You have to see him. 

Two of his men are guarding the door. Their eyes flit to your cleavage but shoot away instantly, their bodies tense as they try not to look again. Looking at you in the wrong way will cost them their eyes. Taehyung would make sure of that. Just as he made sure that the killer of your family got the ending they deserved. You knew that you were twisted when you felt joy and desire as you watched him slaughter them instead of horror and disgust. You remember fucking him, bloodied and dirty, just beside the bodies of your family’s killer while Taehyung moaned into your mouth, drugged out and high on slaughtering. You haven’t been separated since. Except for these last few days. Fuck, you miss him.

“Master Vante wishes not to be distracted”, his guards try to stop you.

“I want to see him.”

“He told us not to let anyone in. Not even you, Mistress.”

You cross your arms in front of your chest.

“Vante!” you call out. 

Moments later the door opens. Taehyung looks at you, then your skimpy outfit, then his guards. 

“You told them to keep me outside?” you ask him, cocking a brow at him.

Taehyung glares at his guards. They avoid eye contact, gawking at the front with pearls of anxious sweat on their foreheads.

“Come in”, Taehyung tells you darkly, stepping out of the doorframe.

With a triumphant bounce in your step, you enter his office. The main lights were off, only his green table lamp was on, tinting the room a mixture of orange and green. 

Taehyung closes the door and locks it, turning to you quickly to grab your wrist.

“What are you thinking?” he hisses.

“I miss you.”

“And that gives you the right to walk around like this in front of my men?” 

You are wearing lingerie and a see-through, short rope. Both blood red in colour. They hug your curves at the best parts and match with the colour of your lipstick. 

“Why? What’s wrong with my outfit?” you act oblivious on purpose, craving the fire in his eyes only you can ignite.

Taehyung furrows his brows. The fire burns deep. You, quite frankly, almost moan because of it. This is exactly the warmth you missed these past cold nights.

“I miss you, Tae. I go to bed alone and wake up just as alone. I miss you so fucking much.”

Taehyung clenches his jaw. He slides his hand from your wrist and steps back.

“I have a lot to do”, he says, retreating back to his desk. 

The distance is cold. Yes, the years took his playfulness, but they never took his affection for you. His distance is cold because it was never there before.

“Did I do something?” you ask him quietly.

Taehyung lifts his eyes from his papers. 

“What makes you think that?”

“You aren’t coming to bed with me anymore.”

“I am. You’re just always sleeping already.”

“You don’t hold me in the morning.”

“I do. You’re just always sleeping still.”

“You lock me out of your office.”

“There’s stuff in here I don’t want you to see.”

“You don’t want to fuck me in this outfit.”

Taehyung purses his lips. 

“You normally always do.”

“I want to do the most sinful things to you, don’t mistake my indifference with lack of desire. If I didn’t have so much shit to do, I’d bend you over this desk and fuck days worth of cum into you.”

You moan with your knees buckling. Taehyung watches it happen, allowing you to know it affects him by loosening his tie a little.

“Did you like that?” he asks – rasps. 

You nod your head, giving him pleading puppy eyes.

“Come here.”

You obey his orders instantly, hurrying to his desk so you could stand in front of him.

Taehyung spreads his legs, leaning back in his chair. It creaks as he does. He runs his hand over his chin, taking you in with fiery eyes. 

“What do you really want?”

“Your touch.”

“Don’t keep stuff from me. Tell me what you want.”

“I want.” You gasp for air. “Oh god, Tae. Don’t make me.”

He darkens his eyes, chewing imaginary gum.

“If you want me to help you, you gotta tell me. You know how deals with me work.”

How could you forget. Making a deal with Taehyung is what brought you here. Letting him find your family’s killer is what made you into the obsessed woman you are today. 

You didn’t have to accept his deal back then, but you did. You took the cigarette and finished it in one inhale, sealing not only your deal with him, but also your fate. 

“I want you to touch me. I’ve been wet since the morning and I can’t stop it.”

His eyes skim over your crotch. His chest rises and sinks in one deep, affected breath.

“Did you try stopping it?”

“Yeah.”

“How?” 

You shy away. Taehyung sits up, hovering his hand over your waist without touching you. It aches not to be touched by him. 

“Don’t be shy now. Tell me how you took care of it.”

“I touched myself”, you whisper.

Taehyung purrs, “you touched yourself. What a bad girl. I can’t remember giving you permission.”

“You haven’t been there for me for days.”

He smiles. The first of the day. It makes your knees weak.

“So it’s my fault?”

“Yes.”

His smile grows. He follows his hand with his eyes as he travels it along your curves. The touch never comes. It drives you insane to have him so close but still be denied the honey warmth of his hands.

“If I knew how fucking needy you were, I’d have fucked you in your sleep.”

You whimper. 

He looks up, meets your eyes in fiery desire.

“I’d have infiltrated your dreams and made you cream my cock before you could even wake up.”

“Please touch me, please”, you beg because you have already reached your breaking point.

He chuckles, chewing gum again.

“I can touch you in lots of ways. Be more specific.”

“Cock. I want cock.”

He leans back in his chair, folding his hands on his stomach nonchalantly. You gawk at them. You crave their touch. Fuck, please.

“Alright”, he says coolly. 

“Really?” you gasp, stumbling because your knees actually gave up on you. Taehyung is on his feet instantly, lifting you onto his desk and holding you between his strong hands. 

“Careful. Are you okay?” he asks, studying your features worriedly.

Despite all the killing he is doing, all the fighting and rough work, his palms are soft. Feeling them on your skin makes you moan. Finally. His touch heals you.

“I want to be fucked so bad”, you beg.

Taehyung chuckles, “shit, you’re gone for.”

“Please”, you open your legs, showing him your wet panties. 

Taehyung licks his lips, gulping heavily. You are soaking the documents under you. Fuck, you haven’t been that wet in ages. Taehyung wants to pump his digits into you, fuck your slickened cunt hard and fast, get his cock creamed. But he holds back. He still has work to do and he knows exactly how to take care of you in a way which still allows him to do what he needs to do. 

“Wrists out.”

You obey his orders.

“From now on, your safeword is Red and your life line is humming our song. Understood?” he tells you as he opens his red tie.

“Yes, Sir”, you whimper, leaking all over his desk.

“Good girl. You’re such a good girl when you listen so well.” He pulls your wrists closer, wrapping the tie around them a few times. 

You are heaving. You can’t handle how much all of this excites you. 

“Too tight?” he makes sure, rubbing your knuckles gently. Each touch he places makes you want to scream. You missed it so much. 

“No, just right.”

“That’s good”, he says and lifts your hands to his lips to kiss your knuckles. Each of them. Without breaking eye contact. You are truly puddy in his hands. “You know why I have to do this, don’t you?”

“I touched myself without your permission.”

“Exactly, bad girl”, he says with a playful spark in his eyes. 

You have to giggle because of it, writhing on his desk. Off of said desk he lifts you moments later. 

He sits back down on his chair and begins unbuckling his slacks. 

“Tae”, you moan, pressing your legs together. Finally. Finally. Finally. 

He opens his belt, his button, his zipper. He slides his hand inside. Seconds later, it reappears with his cock between his fingers. He’s already hard and throbbing, sitting heavy in his touch.

You ogle him, drooling all over yourself.

“What do you want to do to it?” Taehyung orders you.

“Sit on it.”

“What a naughty girl, mhhhm”, he rolls his head back, arches his back as he puts on a show of jerking himself off.

This is to rile you up, to show you what you currently don’t have.

“Please, can I have it?” you beg, fighting your restrains. 

“Mhm, take it.”

“Oh god, oh god.”

You fail to climb on his lap on your own and so Taehyung helps you with a guiding touch. He even pulls your panties aside for you, holding his cock in place as you sink down on him. It squelches wetly. 

Taehyung tenses his thighs for just a second, biting down on his lower lip as a deep purr rumbles in his chest.

You totally lose it, falling against his chest with your tied up hands trying to grab his shirt. Your lips press against his neck. He smells masculine and clean. 

“Taehyung”, your moan is filled with relief and ecstasy. 

“You weren’t lying. You’re so fucking wet.”

You move instantly. Messily and needily. You move. Move. Get stopped. 

With both hands dimpling your hips, Taehyung is keeping you still. He ignores your pleading whimpers and your distressed gasps. Instead he rolls closer to his desk and straightens up, picking up his pen.

“That’s perfect. Keep my cock warm like this”, he says nonchalantly.

“Wh-what?” you are out of breath, close to tears. You want cock so bad and you finally have it, but he is denying you to move? Does he want to make you cry? You can’t get any more desperate and yet he wants to prove you wrong. 

You lift your head from his neck. Taehyung glances at you.  

“You didn’t think that I’d allow you to move after the stunt you pulled, did you?” he taunts, chewing gum again.

“What stunt?”

He stops chewing, lowering his eyes darkly.

“When you showed yourself like this in front of my men. When you touched yourself without my permission. When you barged into my office and accused me of neglecting you.”

“You have been neglecting me.”

“Careful”, he warns, bucking his hips up.

You moan, rolling your eyes back as your body wobbles in defeat.

Taehyung pulls you closer, keeping you steady that way. He fucks into you again, gritting his teeth while you whimper like a happy slut. Your cunt is so fucking puffy, sucking in his cock greedily. Every voice in his head is telling Taehyung to drop his work and fuck you senseless. But he can’t. He has a point to prove.

“I’m allowing you to be in my office and to sit on my cock, but anymore backtalk and I’ll gag you”, he warns even if talking is hard.

You spill tears.

“Please more.”

He wipes your tears, caressing your chin afterwards.

“Patience, I still have to work”, he tells you and looks back at the papers.

“Oh god, please”, you plead, hiding back in his neck. You want to move, but you can’t because he is keeping an iron grip on your hips. All you can do is sit on his lap with his girthy cock deep inside you. And you can’t even run your hands over him. You wiggle them in their restraints, begging against his neck.

“Please Tae, please.”

“Patience. It’s only been half a minute.”

It felt like three hours. You need him pumping into you. Warming his cock isn’t enough. 

Time passes. You don’t know how much, but it’s too much for you. All you can concentrate on is his cock. He is so hard inside you. So big and girthy. You were never so aware of being filled than you are currently. You can feel every inch sitting inside you and how he is stretching you out. The pit in your stomach is shrinking but it’s still there because you aren’t allowed to move. You clench your pelvic muscles. Electricity runs through you. This helped. When you tense up, you can feel him press against your sensitive spots. 

Dumb in desperation, you start chasing the sensation. You clench, relax, clench, relax. Over and over. It feels so good. You finally have what you had craved for days. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Taehyung soon breaks the silence, reminding you that he could feel as well. 

You tense up, feeling dizzy. You forgot that it’s noticeable to him when you clench down. 

“Mhm? What are you doing?” he stresses, digging his thumb into your softness. 

“It hurts.” His touch loosens, but tightens again when you continue whining. “It’s not enough, please let me move.” 

Taehyung takes a deep breath, keeps it in for a moment and exhales it in time with his big hand sliding to the small of your back. 

He gives it a small push, moving you like this. You shudder instantly, leaking on his cock. He moves you again and you pick up on it instantly, meeting his movements needily. 

“Nuh-uh.” He slows you down with just one touch. “Like this. Understood?”

“Yeah”, you whimper, obeying his orders.

“Good girl, such a good girl”, he praises and shifts his attention back to work.

So now he’s got you grinding down on his cock. He is glad that he is sitting because it turns his legs weak. He missed your warmth like nothing else. Concentrating on his work is definitely becoming difficult but he is stubborn. He needs to keep cool a little longer. 

You are in a state of ecstasy, panting and drooling against his neck as you finally have what you craved. You have his cock moving inside you. Now granted, the movements are just small grinds back and forth, but it’s like a drug to you. He shifts deep inside you, prods at your puffy walls and swollen good spots and the folds of his slacks are rubbing against your clit. You have his big hand on your back, rubbing circles into your thinly dressed skin. Everything is just perfect. Taehyung might think he is giving you a punishment with such little movements, but you are in fucking heaven. This is exactly what you needed. 

Taehyung doesn’t realise the gravity of his mistake up until the point you suddenly tense up and squeak his name. But by then it is already too late. He has you throbbing around him seconds later as you orgasm as if you never had before.

You whimper, trying so hard not to shake and tremble, but Taehyung can feel it nonetheless. It’s squeezing his cock. 

“You fucking-”, Taehyung growls, throwing his pen aside. His composure is broken. He stands up with you and swipes his desk clean just so he can lie you down on it. He takes your hands and pins then above your head, staring down at you with crazed eyes and gritted teeth. “You’re such a fucking temptress. How dare you cum like that.”

You are barely present after your high, writhing and twitching on the desk. He thrusts his hips. Consciousness returns. The sensitive, fucked state of you is obvious again. 

You squeak his name and arch your back as your eyes finally meet his’. His pupils are blown out, he has a sense of craze in his face. 

“I should tie a vibrator to you and leave you shaking by my feet for what you’re doing to me”, he spits as he finally drills his cock into you. Hard and rough. The desk shakes because of it. Your body does as well. “I have work to do and you’re messing with my schedule. I should punish you, but fuck”, he buries himself as deep as possible and write his name against your walls, “you fucked me up. Just wanna pound into you”, he laughs lazily, following it up with a lulled “fuuck.”

“Harder please”, you beg, riding on the high with your head turning. 

Taehyung fulfills your wish with a growl. His fingers dig into the softness of your thighs so he can keep you in place as he fucks you into a state of senseless on his desk. You answer his guttural growls with high pitched wails of gratefulness. You finally have what you needed. You have his entire attention. And it feels so fucking good. 

It is finally obvious to you how much Taehyung missed you too. He only fucks like that when he hasn’t been with you for a while. He only grips you with such strength when his fingers hadn’t felt your softness in ages. He is only so out of breath when your air hasn’t filled his addicted lungs for some time. 

“I missed you”, he gets out. 

You meet his eyes. Tears escape you easily. He slows down and leans over you to wipe them gently. A moment of tenderness in the passion. A moment to remind you that he loves no person as much and as deeply as he loves you.

“I missed you so fucking much”, he rasps and slides his hand to your neck to rest on it. No pressure. Just contact. His hips pick up speed, claiming you as his’ in more ways than one. 

And you roll your eyes back without closing them, melting into the desk as he rearranges your insides. The pit is finally being filled. The fire is finally burning you again. You are so happy, moaning his name as loudly as possible. 

“Yes baby, moan for me. It turns me on. Moan for me.”

His guards just right outside the door are non-existent to you and him right now. The fact that they most definitely can hear you, hasn’t sunk in yet. You and Taehyung are lost in passion. You have to pick up on days of absence, you have to fuck until the desperation is finally gone from your systems. Fuck, you need each other so fucking bad. 

“You feel so good, my good girl. Love filling you with my cock. So good, fuck so good. You’re taking me like such a good girl”, Taehyung is babbling. He always gets like this when the sex just hits right. He loses control over his tongue and begins spitting whatever dirty thoughts run through his foggy mind. “My good girl, my fucking slut. Look at you. Fuck.”

His right hand cups your tits, playing with them roughly. The touch is heaven. Even through the material of your lingerie you can feel it.

“Taehyung”, you wail, arching into his touch.

“I hate that you thought I don’t wanna fuck you in this. Shit, I want you like fucking crazy”, he moans and gives your tits a gentle spank. Just hard enough that they jiggle for a moment, but still gentle enough that no pain shoots over your skin. 

You still sob and mewl for him, writhing on the desk like a woman brought to her limits. And you are. He is bringing you to your limits, pushing you right past them because he is twisted like that.

“Fuck, you’re cumming again?” he slows down.

“Don’t stop please. Faster!”

And you enjoy every second of it because you are just as twisted. It burns so deep when he is rough during your orgasm and you need it to continue burning.

“Urgh fine”, he is tensing his jaw, furrowing his brows, “you’re so tight. Your pussy’s sucking me off. Shit, ah- babygirl ahm mhh urgh.”

Taehyung wants to crumble on the floor. Every inch of his body is electric. You have him so high. And it doesn’t stop. His cock is throbbing. He swears he hasn’t been that hard in ages. He might actually pass out from how much blood is shooting to his dick. But he’s got a deal to fulfil. He promised you relief and Taehyung isn’t going to disappoint. He isn’t the type to break deals. No matter how much they ruin him. And you are ruining him like nothing else. 

You are so tight after your high, so wet that it is difficult for his cock not to slip out. It’s squelching out of you, messing up not only your connected bodies but his desk as well.

“You’ll be the death of me”, he gets out.

“More.”

“More?” he squeaks out, following it up with a disbelieved laugh, “how much hotter do you wanna be burn?”

“Until I’m reduced to piles of ash”, you croak and grab his wrist with your tied hands. You guide it to your middle. 

Taehyung picks up on your silent message instantly, rubbing circles into your puffy clit. 

“No”, you mewl, “stick them in, please.”

Taehyung growls needily. He gets a little dumb in pleasure when you reach the point where you beg for what you want without shame. He is so obsessed with you it’s crazy. 

Taehyung slows down to make it easier and slips one of his fingers into your cunt. The tightness makes both of you gasp.

“I’m going insane, fuck”, Taehyung croaks, staring at the pretty view obsessively. His huge cock inside you, his finger right beside it, your puffy lips moving around him and your red lace panties stretching against his shaft. “You’re so stuffed with me. Does it feel good to you?” 

“Another.”

“Shit, you’re actually killing me.”

His second digit fills you just as easily, pressing against your swollen g-spot. You whimper and squirm, tensing around him. He glances at your face. It is scrunched up, skin glistening in a layer of sweat and pleasurable tears.

“Too much?” he makes sure.

“No, perfect. Please move”, you squeak out.

Taehyung huffs out air, giving you exactly what you ask of him. The friction is unbearable, the pressure around his cock is making his knees shake but he keeps moving. You are moaning so prettily for him, stretching your tied up arms above your head as if you wanted to reach for the stars he is making you see. 

“My perfect woman. Urgh my…pretty….slut….my princess, urgh…is this what you…wanted?” 

“Yes, yes, yes”, you squeal and keen, glowing in happiness.

“So beautiful, I’m going insane”, he moans and wraps his unoccupied hand around your neck again. No pressure, just warmth. He doesn’t have to squeeze down to let you know that you belong to him. Not that you need a reminder. You belong to him willingly. 

It was over for you the moment your eyes locked. You had been his’ ever since you shared this fateful cigarette in the dark alleyway while the rain poured down on you. You are his’. No amount of distance will ever change this. 

His hand around your throat is nothing but a warm reminder that he feels the same. His palms are soft, his heavy rings are hard and warmed up from his body heat. The touch is so tender, contradicting to what his other hand was currently doing to you. He is curling his long fingers as best as your tight walls allow him to, matching the rhythm with that of his eager hips. You stopped moaning because you lost the connection to your voice. Breathe. You have to concentrate on breathing otherwise you might pass out. 

“Fuck, I can feel you clenching again. My good girl, taking me so well and looking so pretty doing it. Shit, my slut, fuck sorry I meant my pretty girl. Urgh baby, are you cumming again?”

You give him a small, fragile squeak then break on his digits and cock. You squirt all over him within seconds, screaming his name because it is all you can do. 

“Yes fuck.” He abandons your neck and presses down on your stomach to the point where you can’t tell whether he is still making you squirt or you are already pissing yourself. You don’t mind, riding the feeling with messy tears and a snotty nose. His documents and clothes are ruined, but you can’t stop. 

“Give me everything, that’s my good babygirl. I love it when you fucking wet yourself like that. Shit, I can’t do this for long anymore. Getting sensitive, mh-hm.”

“Please cum inside.”

His hips falter.

“Please, please, ah! Please!” you beg him, making up for the loss of movement by wiggling your hips until he finally picks up his rough pace again.

Taehyung leans down, pinning you against the desk with his bigger frame. He slips his fingers free from your tight cunt, so he can wrap his arm around you. His left hand closes around your throat, his lips are pressed to your ear as he talks dirty to you.

“I’m gonna cum so good for you, doll. I saved up so much for you. Gonna fill you up with all of it until you’re dripping.”

“Please, please, please”, you beg with tears in your eyes.

“Yeah? You want this cum?”

“Yes please, yes please.”

“Shit babygirl, urgh”, Taehyung growls through gritted teeth, squeezing down on your neck as he empties his heavy balls into your cunt. 

You can feel it shoot out of him and cover your walls to the point where you can’t keep it inside anymore. It drips onto the floor, messing up his cock and balls.

“Take my cum. Fuck, such a good girl. You’re made for my cum, urgh fuck”, Taehyung talks himself through it, holding you against him in his strong, protective arm. And you wail his name, wishing for his sticky cum to stay inside forever. 

He slacks against you after his high, dropping with a whimper of your name. 

“What the fuck, woah”, he gets out, trembling in the aftershocks. “Are you okay?”

“Yes”, you get out weakly.

“I kid you not. Fuck”, he exhales deeply. “Put your arms around me.” 

You obey his orders, mewling weakly when he lifts you off the desk and sits you down on him as he sinks into the chair in defeat. His cum oozes out and squelches everywhere, but it’s only a little amount compared to how much was still inside you.

He slacks against the chair, gazing up at you with half lidded eyes. Sweat makes his hair stick to his forehead. He unties your hands.

“Do they hurt?”

“No”, you assure him, touching him instantly. He feels so strong and warm under your hands. His heart is racing so much. You needed this reminder. The reminder that you can still raise his pulse.

Taehyung closes his eyes halfway. “I love you”, he lulls, following it up with a smile.

“I love you too”, you whisper, lowering your eyes just sadly enough that he worries.

He furrows his brows, tilting your head up with two fingers under your chin.

“What’s the matter? Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head.

“Talk to me.”

“Can I be kissed?”

His features soften.

“You’re so cute. Of course you can. Come here, babydoll”, he says and slides his big hand to the nape of your neck to guide you into a kiss. 

You melt into it with a fluttering heart and no thought in your brain except the repeated cheers about how much you love him. You roll your hips down into him. He tenses up, breaking the kiss with a whiney chuckle.

“What are you doing?” 

“Please don’t go back to working, please I don’t wanna be alone anymore.”

“I won’t work, just…” He arches his back. “Give me time to recover, ah too sensitive.”

“Please Tae”, you beg, grinding down on him despite his begs.

“Fuck, did I really neglect you that much that you can’t be satisfied no matter what I do?” he groans.

“Yes”, you get out and pull him into a kiss.

“I’m sorry. Shit, gotta make it up to you then”, he mumbles between kisses, hugging you against him as you giggle into the kisses. “Come here you adorable temptress you.”

“Ah Tae. Wait. That tickles”, you squeak in laughter as you and he lose yourselves in a tingly, passionate dance of grinding, kisses and love bites.

[remiratboi]

Lost Souls Campground - Ollidar

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Yandere!MHalfOrcXFatAFAB!G/NReader ~ 11K Words

You met when you were children, and he never spoke. You were childhood best friends. Now, a decade after you last saw him, you've returned to the very campground you grew up seeing him at. You never imagined you'd find him there again.

CW: Monster fucking, noncon/dubcon, stalking, yandere, obsessive relationship, unhealthy relationship, body image issues, bondage, gaslighting, manipulation. Let me know if I missed something.

I re-edited it and changed a few things, and posted it all as one!

Every year, your family would vacation in the Moonlight Realm. The pocket universe that had been discovered around 100 years ago. ‘Moonlight Realm’ it was affectionately called because of the creatures who dwelled there. Monsters.

As well as monsters of all kinds, the Moonlight Realm boasted of beautiful scenery, cheap rates, and what humans originally deemed “exotic cultures”.

But the humans and the monsters had settled into a comfortable coexistence, and monsters were far from rare any longer. You grew up with creatures all around you. It was common and equal. The human race had come a long way.

The little cabin you always rented for the whole summer was small and cramped. You, 3 siblings, your parents, and an elderly dog made the 2 bedroom unit feel like a shoebox. From a very young age, you had learned all the best hiding spots and getaways in the park. When you were around 10 years old, you found that apparently someone else had found them too.

A young half orc named Ollidar, or Ollie.

You didn’t speak the same language, and the first time you met, it had been awkward and confusing. You had tried to tell him he was welcome, and that there was enough room for the both of you. He seemed to understand, as he ended up sitting across from you in the small natural clearing that sat just inside the forest.

You probed him with questions, you tried acting things out, you tried writing them down with a stick in the dirt. He didn’t respond. Sometimes it looked like he understood something but he never gave any reply. Just sat there, watching you. Sometimes he’d smile shyly.

The first summer it had been a lot to get used to. He started meeting you every day in the same spot. Sometimes he’d read, or listen to music on his AirPods, but mostly he watched you.

You wasted a few days trying to get him to respond, but since he never did, it slowly switched to you just talking to him. You told him… everything. You had to fill the silence. It would be too awkward if not.

You told him about your friends back home, your cat who you missed terribly and hoped was liking the pet sitter. About your favourite movies, books, foods. You told him about your fears, you weren’t sure why. You told him embarrassing stories. Sometimes you even worried he would think you were lame or weird and leave, but he never did. He just listened.

The summer came to an end and you did your best to tell him goodbye. That you hoped to see him again.

And you would. Every year. Every summer you spent two glorious months glued to each other’s sides. Your families became close through you.  He had a sister and two moms. Your parents got along, and all of your siblings as well.

No one understood why he never spoke. It wasn’t a language barrier anymore. After 7 summers together both families knew more than enough about the other’s language. Enough to communicate with little confusion. He seemed to understand everything. If you asked him to pass you something, he would. If you gave him something he didn’t want, he’d shake his head. But he never spoke.

You stopped going on family vacations when you turned 18. You had moved out, so had most of your siblings. Your parents decided it was time for your own family vacations.

The first summer that you weren’t going, hit you harder than you’d ever imagined. Your chest hurt.

The next year was better.

And the next.

Soon you were 28 and that little half orc was just a fond, albeit, bittersweet memory.

Until your parents decide to do a sort of reunion trip this year. All of your siblings, and their families, plus you and your parents, would be taking a summer vacation to Lost Souls Campground in the Moonlight Realm this year.

It had barely changed. Some machines had been upgraded, the cabins had clearly been renovated to function with modernity, but other wise it was beautiful, serene, and just like you remembered it.

“It’s you.” A strong deep voice full of awe whispered from behind you. You turned around and was met with a face indeed in awe. It took a moment but you realized this was the first time you’d ever heard his voice.

“Oh wow!” You exclaimed. Genuine joy spreading across your face. “You’re here?!” You cried and raced up to him. He didn’t even flinch as you threw yourself at him. His arms opened and he gathered you in a powerful embrace. There was a hint of desperation in the way he clung to your soft body.

You felt a pang of anxiety that had been previously overtaken by the shock of seeing him. You were not thin anymore. And while you loved your body, and felt sexy in it, not everyone else was as comfortable with fat bodies as you were. What if he didn’t want you like this?

Want me like this? What am I thinking?!

You tried to pull yourself away from the hug, but he held tight.

“It’s you…” he muttered into your hair. He was warm, and huge. The orc part of his genes must have been strong. He dwarfed you. It took a lot for someone to make you feel small. Some part of your brain short circuited when you finally registered he had been lifting you. You panicked slightly then, worried about being too heavy and pushed yourself from his chest. He reluctantly lowered you down.

You were blushing from feet to head as you smoothed out your clothes. “Sorry, I… I was just surprised to see you.” You stuttered out. You looked up at his face. He was beautiful. You could see hints of the boy you knew, but he had grown, developed thick muscles, his face thinned out and lengthened.

“You came back.” He replied. His gaze was hyper focused on you. It seemed nothing else registered to him any longer. You squirmed a bit under such overwhelming attention.

“Yeah, we stopped back then, when all of us had moved out. But we are doing a sort of reunion trip this summer!” You explained excitedly. You felt giddy. You didn’t even really understand why. You felt excitement at seeing him.

“Does your family still come here every year?” You asked and leaned around him to see if any of them were standing near by.

“No, just me.” He answered. For the first time since seeing you, his gaze dropped. His cheeks darkened.

“You must really love this ratty old place, huh?” You joked and nudged his arm with your elbow.

“I guess.” He replied, still avoiding eye contact. “So how long are you here for?” He asked.

“The whole summer!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms out wide as if that would show the physical manifestation of time. “I had about a decade of vacations days saved up, so I decided to take the whole summer. Everyone else is just here for a couple weeks.”

He nodded and glanced back up into your eyes. “So just you and your partner are here for the summer? Or do you have kids now?” He asked and dropped his gaze again.

You chuckled. Kind of a transparent attempt my guy. “No, no partner. No kids. Never found anyone willing to put up with me long enough.” You joked self deprecatingly. “You of all people know how much I can talk.” You grimaced at yourself.

“That was my favourite thing about you.” He replied quietly. He seemed nervous. You blushed again. “The way you spoke was mesmerizing.” He continued before, it seemed, he could stop himself.

A manic sounding giggle escaped your lips. “Wow, marry me?” You joked. It was his turn to laugh like a crazy person.

“So, uh,” you continued “how long are you here for?”

“Whole summer.” He answered and smiled up at you. “How solo were you hoping to spend your time?” He ran his hand down the back of his neck and rested it on his shoulder.

You laughed and placed your hand on his arm.

The first few days with Ollie were a little awkward. Not in an uncomfortable way, but in that you didn’t know eachother anymore. It had been a decade since you had spent time together, and while he talked a little more than he used to, it was still few and far in between.

You couldn’t tell if he found it awkward though. He never mentioned it. He just followed you around. He seemed content to just exist nearby you.

The first two weeks breezed by in a flurry of family, kids, games, and way too much food. At the end of it, you waved them goodbye and excitedly hurried back to the little cabin. This would be the first time you’d had it all to yourself.

You pulled the door shut behind you and basked in the quiet for a moment. You could always hear other campers outside. Kids shrieking, vehicles moving, multiple different music sources all floating on top of eachother. And inside was a sort of haven from it all.

You made your way to the kitchen to grab a drink when you found a plate full of cookies, uncovered and still warm on the counter. You were surprised, you hadn’t noticed anyone baking before they’d left? Weird.

You inspected a cookie. Sniffed it, licked it. You didn’t immediately explode, so you shrugged your shoulders to yourself and took a bite. It was a very good cookie. You grabbed a couple more and threw them in a baggie. You gathered some other things, and changed into your bathing suit.

The beach was a short 5 or so minute walk from your cabin, and you munched away at your cookie the whole way. It was a bit overcast, so the beach wasn’t as crowded as it usually was.

You claimed a spot near another family, so that you felt comfortable leaving your stuff alone if you swam, and laid your towel out. You pulled your slinky bathing suit cover over your head and dropped it next to your things.

It was still a bit early in the day to go into the water so you opted for sunbathing with the hopes you’d get all warm and toasty then cool off in the water. Soon you were face down on a towel, your head on your arms, dozing away. You were interrupted by a prolonged blocking of sun rays.

You craned your head up and struggled to make out who it was looming over you with the suns rays blinding you from behind them. You glanced down at their feet next to you and recognized pale green skin.

“You liked the cookies?” Ollies deep voice asked. You were about to say yes, when you processed the implications of him being the one to hand deliver, into your kitchen, without asking, the surprise treat you’d found. You sat up and tugged his hand so he wasn’t standing in front of the sun anymore and you could actually see him.

“Uh, yeah they were good. But, that means you were in my cabin?” You asked incredulously.

“Oh, sorry, was that inappropriate?” He asked, genuine concern seeming to lace his tone. “Sorry, I sometimes…” he trailed off. He looked anxious again. You chose to let him work through what he wanted to say. Words were hard for him, and you wanted him to feel safe sharing them with you. Even if right now you were kind of peeved with him. “Sometimes I don’t understand what’s.. ok, or whatever.” He finished.

“Well, I appreciate your apology. No, going into someone else’s space without their consent, isn’t ok.” You softened. He wasn’t trying to cross a boundary. And he had apologized immediately. “How did you get in anyway?” You queried, already moving on from the emotions.

“I, uh, it was unlocked.” He stuttered out. Your eyebrows knit together. You could have sworn it was locked. But you shrugged past the confusion quickly. How else would he have gotten in?

“Weird. Well, anyway, I do like the cookies, they are delicious and very sweet of you.” You placed your hand on his lower calf where you could reach in a comforting way. “Just next time please knock.” You winked and giggled.

He nodded emphatically.

You and Ollie spent the day at the beach. You realized later that you never actually asked him to join you, but you weren’t displeased that he did. Even after only two weeks, you were pretty used to having him around you again. It was just like when you were kids.

Well, almost. You couldn’t help but notice some of his gazing wasn’t quite as… wholesome as it had been when you were kids. But it didn’t bother you. He wasn’t lewd about it at all, and if you were being honest with yourself, you kind of enjoyed it. Also, you had to admit, you had done some gazing yourself.

He was huge. He was muscled. He was gorgeous, and didn’t seem to be aware of it. He was exquisitely shy around everyone but you. And on top of all that, he seemed to notice only you.

You had watched countless others throw themselves at him, just to be rejected one way or another. More often than not, it seemed he just genuinely didn’t realize he was being hit on. Sometimes he’d be forced into straight up turning someone down, but mostly he’d just give them a puzzled look, and walk away.

Today was no different. You were reaching for the sunscreen when a volleyball sprayed sand all over you. You yelped and sand filled your mouth. A very pretty woman jogged over.

“O-M-G! I am so sorry about that!” She said in one of the fakest voices you’d ever heard. She said it to Ollie, not you, even though he hadn’t been hit with the spray at all. Normally you would have said something sassy, but you were too busy spitting sand from your mouth.

Ollie didn’t respond to her, but he leaned over to grab the volleyball from where it had landed between you.

“I’m Selina!” She said, all bubbly. “I’ve seen you around, you should play with us some time!”

Ollie looked up at her, volleyball still in his hands. He glanced at you. He turned back to her and thrust the ball towards her. He held it tightly in one single hand. You couldn’t help but notice how large his hand was.

“You should be more careful.” He replied, emotionless.

She took the ball and giggled anxiously. “Oh, yeah of course, we totally will.” She smiled awkwardly at you. “So, do you want to come play now?” She shot her shot.

“No.” Ollie replied.

“Aw, come on. We don’t bite.” She joked and wiggled her finger at him.

Ollie glared at her now. His face no longer impassive but furious. It surprised you. He didn’t normally express much emotion visibly.

“First you spray sand all over my partner,” he started.

Partner?!

“Then you apologize to me, not even the one you sprayed.” He continued, his tone developing an edge. The girl raised the hand not holding the ball in front of her and took a hesitant step back.

“THEN you hit on me in front of them, and don’t take no for an answer?” He shook his head at her, his soft black curls bouncing with the movement. “I am so, painfully, not interested.” He finished.

The woman blushed deeper red at each of his words, before spinning on her heel and practically running away.

“That was kind of rude.” You said quietly. You could feel his annoyance rolling off of him.

“Did I say anything untrue?” He asked you. His words were demanding, but his tone was soft. He was always soft with you. He glared in the direction she had ran. 

“Well, not really.” You answered speculatively. “Mostly. Partner?” You asked and turned to look at him.

“Ah, yeah, sorry. I guess that wasn’t true.” He replied. He glanced up at you from the side, but didn’t turn to face you.

“Why did you say it then?” Your voice sounded small, but you felt bold for vocalizing the question pounding in your head.

He turned to look at you for a moment. A fire blazed in his eyes. He didn’t say anything for a long time. He just stared into your eyes. You found you couldn’t look away.

Finally, “Sorry, I guess I wanted more reason to defend you. I felt… more angry than made sense.” He turned to look back down in front of him. You mulled his words for a moment. That made sense. What you still wondered about was the feelings that made him ‘more angry than made sense’.

You reached out and lay a hand on his shoulder. He tensed for a moment, but then quickly relaxed into your touch. “Thank you for defending me.” You said quietly. A smile played at his lips. He glanced back at you for just a second.

“Oh, also I think that was the most words I’ve ever heard you say all in a row about the same topic.” You teased him.

Your hand still lay on his shoulder. A part of you recognized the moment was over, and it made sense to remove your hand. But you didn’t. His skin was warm and you could feel his muscles tense and move with him.

You were surprised by a sudden, intense desire to touch him everywhere.

“I like your bathing suit by the way.” He mumbled. You almost didn’t catch it. Your cheeks burned and you stared at him for a second too long. 

You snapped out of it and finally pulled your hand from his shoulder. You found yourself fidgeting with the ties that hung down the side of your string bikini. To be honest, you hadn’t expected to see him here, and this suit was one you normally reserved solely for private sun bathing as it was pretty skimpy. You were suddenly very aware of the soft rolls on your sides. The way your thighs pressed together. 

“Oh, really?” Your laugh had a slight edge. “My mom told me it’s not… flattering on my body.” You didn’t know why you told him that. It was embarrassing. Not only had your mother insulted you, but she’d body shamed you. And now you were telling the absolute hunk of a man sitting next to you looking like an Adonis? “But I like it, still.” You finished lamely. 

You looked up then to see Ollie staring at you. The fire in his eyes had returned. The same fire he’d had when you asked him why he’d called you his partner. “It’s very flattering. Your mother is a lovely woman, but clearly blind.” He spoke with an almost comedic level of seriousness. You fought the instinct to brush off the compliment. You didn’t want to. You wanted to believe him. 

You tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled to yourself. “Thank you.” Your voice was soft. 

After that day on the beach, Ollie became significantly more protective of you. More possessive. He was always around you. He brought you coffee and breakfast, he fixed little things around the cabin for you, he planned activities for you both to do.

You wouldn’t have thought him a hardcore hobby guy, but he took you rock climbing, and snorkelling. He took you to a local pottery studio, he brought you to the library in town. He always had you doing something.

It was starting to drive you crazy.

You had wanted to relax?! Not that you didn’t enjoy the activities, and his company, but it never stopped. You were on vacation. You had planned to lie on the beach for two months straight, eating, drinking, and probably smoking a lot of weed. Now here you were, sober, and painting in the woods.

You felt guilty. This was a beautiful activity, and you were genuinely enjoying it. But it just hadn’t been what you planned for. You would have loved a few things here and there, but not every day, all day long.

You decided to tell him that evening. The painting class ended, and you were actually pretty pleased with your work. It was a life painting of the little waterfall and pond the class had been set up next to. You weren’t anything special, but you were proud of it nonetheless.

Ollie jumped into his old, open jeep and carefully placed both of your paintings behind his seat. He leaned across the bench seat to offer you his hand. He pulled you up onto the bench like you weighed nothing. It’s something he must have done 100 times by now, but every single time, you blushed like a fool. Your core heated at the casual way he handled you. 

“You’re not heavy, you know.” Ollie broke the silence as you headed back to the camp.

“… what?” You asked, confused.

“You always look so worried after I help you into the car.” He glanced at you then back to the road. “You’re not heavy.” He stated matter of factly

You blushed again. He had no idea.

“Oh, yeah, I guess I’m worried about that.” You lied lamely. You’d always been bad at lying. You chewed on your lip.

His brows furrowed slightly. “Ok, so if that’s not it,” His voice was smooth and deep. He didn’t speak much. Even now. He mostly used basic gestures to communicate. But sometimes, when you were alone, he’d talk. You loved it. More than you probably should have. A warmth spread from the centre of you and radiated out. “what is it then?” He continued, pulling you out of your own thoughts.

“Uh, what is what then?” You replied, hoping he’d drop it if you pretended not to understand.

“Why do you blush so hard every time you get in my vehicle?” He asked. There was no getting around that one.

You sighed to yourself. Do you tell him? What the hell, you thought to yourself. What does it matter if he thinks you’re a horny slut? He’s just some guy you’re going to see for another month and a half, then never again. Who cares… right?

“I… gods this is embarrassing,” you started. You saw his one eyebrow raise. “It’s… ok… it’s hot as fuck, ok?” You forced out. You could feel how warm your cheeks were. This was worse than you thought it would be. You cared more than you liked.

“… what’s hot?” He asked slowly. You died a little. Of COURSE he was going to make you spell it out.

“Omg Ollie, I just… I’m not… small alright? So having a very attractive man casually lift me like it’s nothing?” You stared out the open window, unable or unwilling to look at him. “That’s really hot.”

He nodded slowly beside you. You could see in your peripheral that his cheeks had also darkened.

“Is it hot because any man is lifting you, or because I’m lifting you?” He finally asked.

Jesus Christ

“You know,” you started, your voice an octave too high. “I REALLY haven’t given it much thought.”

It was silent in the car for a long time.

Finally you couldn’t take it anymore. “So…”

He didn’t look at you. His knuckles were white on the wheel.

“So what are we doing tonight?” You asked.

“Nothing.” He replied, too quickly. Your heart fell. Here it was. Just like always.

You were quiet the rest of the drive. He dropped you off at your cabin. Normally he’d jump out and open your door for you. Not tonight. Had you really read him that wrong?

You shut the door behind you and turned around to speak. Before you could, he shifted the gear and drove slowly away.

You spent the evening alternating between disappointed, embarrassed and annoyed. It surprised you how hard it was to keep your mind off of it. Normally rejection rolled off of you. You were pretty used to it, unfortunately. Dating while fat was… something else.

But this was different somehow. You cared this time. It hit you like a truck when you realized it. For the first time, in a very long time, you cared.

You hated it. You hated giving someone that power. Being vulnerable wasn’t something you did well.

You had spent your entire life being “too much”. You were too big, both in personality and body. You were too loud, you had too many emotions, and thoughts. You talked too much. And people were not scared to tell you. You couldn’t even count the times and ways people had defined you as “too much”. The blatant words, the subtle actions, the micro aggressions. That was your life.

But not him. He had told you his favourite thing about you was how much you talked. Which, honestly, felt fake, but it was hard not to believe his genuine eyes. He had done so many things to make you think he…

You instinctively shut down that train of thought. You shouldn’t get your hopes up. He’s made it clear you read things wrong.

The next day came slowly. It was raining. You rolled over in bed, not eager to start the day. You debated going back to sleep, when you heard dishes clinking.

You shot up, fear ripping through your chest. Had you imagined that? No. You heard it again.

A chill settled in your bones as you carefully, silently, crawled out of bed. You wore a skimpy tank top that barely covered you. It was low cut, you never wore a binder/bra, you didn’t need to, you had been blessed with only tiny handfuls for tits, and it rested under your waist showing your lower stomach. The booty shorts you wore didn’t make things any better. They were practically underwear. You debated trying to throw more clothes on, but knew the closet doors creaked.

The little cabin was small, but the bedrooms were on one side, and the kitchen on the complete opposite. You made your way towards it, picking up a badminton racket on the way. It had been discarded in the hallway after another one of your activities with Ollie.

You raised the racket above your shoulder and took a deep breath to steel yourself. This was it. You slowly stepped around the corner. Your mind filled with murderers and villains.

The tall, pale green half orc that was bent over the stove with his back to you was not what you were expecting. You practically sobbed with relief.

“Ollie?!” You demanded, your voice cracking and sounding a lot more desperate than you’d like. He turned slightly, but didn’t look away from whatever he was doing.

“Good morning!” He said cheerily. “Sorry if I woke you. I just wanted to make you breakfast to make up for yesterday.” He continued. You noticed now milk and eggs on the counter. The smell of food wafted towards you.

You didn’t say anything. Your brain was struggling to compute. You had like 7 questions. How had he got in? Why did he do this? Why did he think it was ok? But most importantly, what does he mean ‘make up for yesterday’?!

Just as you realized you’d been standing there, slackjawed, not answering, for far too long, he turned. As soon as he saw you, he froze. His cheeks went dark green and the flipper he was holding clattered to the ground. You were confused for about .02 whole seconds before you remembered you were almost naked.

“Uh, I’ll be right back.” You blurted out and raced back to your room. You threw the door shut and leaned against it. What the hell was he doing here? In your cabin! While you were asleep!

Your mind raced as you threw a loose tee over the tank, and a pair of thin sweats on. You made your way back to the kitchen.

“Ollie, I think we need to talk about boundaries-” you started. You stopped when you noticed the front door was open. You looked from the door to the kitchen. He was gone. A thin plume of smoke started on the stove. Something was burning.

A quick toss of the pan into the sink dealt with that. You turned off the burner and leaned on the counter in bafflement.

No, fuck that! He doesn’t get to just run away from this!

You ran after him.

You stormed down the little path, through the camp, and straight to Ollies cabin. You always thought his cabin looked less like a vacation home, and more like a regular home.

Three raps rung out as you knocked on the front door.

No answer.

You were like 90% sure he had gone home.

“Ollie, I know you’re in there. We need to talk.” You called. It was silent for a long moment. You almost began second guessing yourself.

“I… I can’t.” Came softly from inside.

Can’t?! CAN’T?!

“Like HELL you can’t!” You shouted through the door. You cringed slightly when you ended up being louder than you’d meant. A couple walking by stared at you. You raised your hand and smiled unconvincingly.

“Ollie,” you continued, a bit quieter. “You just broke into my cabin while I was sleeping. We are talking about this, right now.” You gritted your teeth. “Open. The. Door.” You left no room for discussion.

A long moment passed with no reply. You fidgeted. Just when you had started to consider squeezing your ass through a window, his voice came through the door.

“It’s open.” He answered.

Oh.

You turned the handle and pushed the door open. He sat, in the afternoon light filtering through the window, on his couch, head hung so you couldn’t see his face, with a large pillow gripped in front of him.

He looked sad. You hadn’t expected sad. You don’t know what you’d expected, but not sad. You steeled your resolve.

“Ok, this has gone too far.” You started. “You’re a great guy, but you don’t seem to understand boundaries, so I’m going to lay them out, clear as day, and if you cross them again, that’s going to be it, Ollie.” You finished and crossed your arms. He looked up through his curls. He looked like he was in agony. You instinctively took a step back, surprised by his intense reaction.

You shook your head, trying not to let those puppy dog eyes break you down. “How do you keep getting into my cabin?” You demanded. “And don’t give me some shit about it being unlocked. I know it was locked last night.”

He looked up, further. His eyes scanned your face. He seemed to be debating if he wanted to answer. You waited.

Finally “I… have a key.” He said, guilt lacing his words.

“A KEY?!” You practically shouted. “Where the hell did you get a key?!”

He groaned and leaned back on the couch. He ran his hand across his face. “I own it.”

Your mouth dropped open. “What does that mean?” You said slowly, dangerously.

“I, I bought the campground a few years ago.”

“You own the ENTIRE campground?!” You demanded. Your voice had started to enter dog whistle pitches.

He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. He buried his face in his hands. The large pillow was squished and stuck out at weird angles.

“You never came back.” He said quietly. The dam broke. “One day, you just never came back. 4 years went by and I did everything I could to find you. No one had information, no one knew how to contact you or your family. I kept coming back every year, desperate to see you again, to hear you again. But you were never here.”

He glanced up at you. You felt numb. His eyes were filled with sorrow.

“4 years after you last came they were going to shut it down. It hadn’t been doing as great and the owners were old. They told us it would be the last year. I had some money from my grandparents inheritance, and…” he shook his head at himself.

“I couldn’t let the only connection I had to you disappear. Even if you never came back, all those places we had spent time in, the feelings I had for you, here I got to live in them. I felt you everywhere. Every little memory.”

His cheeks were a deep dark green, but he seemed unable to stop the flow of words from his mouth for the first time in your entire lives.

“I made a lot of changes, put a ton of work in, and the campground is doing great now. This is my life here. I don’t run the day to day anymore, but I live here, I maintain it.”

He looked back down at the ground. “And you finally came back.”

You stood there, stunned. Long moments of uneasy silence passed between you.

“Ollie this…” you didn’t even know what to say. Panic started to rise in your throat. “This is too mu-” you heard yourself start to say it. The words you’d heard your entire life. Too much.

“I need to go.” You blurted out and turned to leave. A noise came from behind you.

Ollie grabbed your shoulder and turned you around to face him. He pushed you against the door, your back to it. He held you there with his hands against the door next to your head. His huge arms framed your face and he bent down to look at you. His face was so close.

“Please, don’t go, just listen, I-” he stuttered. Desperation filled his eyes. Frustration filled yours.

“No!” You shouted. “You don’t get to stop me. You don’t get anything!” You poked his chest, jabbing your finger accusingly. “You don’t get to reject me then tell me you’re obsessed with me!” You spat, the words cruel. You didn’t care. Your nerves were frayed. You didn’t know how to handle yourself after his confession. His obsession.

Confusion pulled his eyebrows together. “Reject you…?” He asked. You blushed. You hadn’t meant to bring that up. But apparently even now, your stupid little monkey brain could only think about that.

“Yesterday.” He still didn’t understand. “And today.” He grimaced but still seemed not to understand. You rolled your eyes and ran your hand through your hair. “You’re so dense sometimes.” You muttered.

“Yesterday, I told you… that I thought you were hot, and how turned on I was, ok? And then you just ran away.” You couldn’t look up at him not with his face so close. Not with his eyes boring into yours. Not with his lips just inches away. “And then today, you see me in skimpy clothes and run away again.” You couldn’t believe you were about to say it. “Like, I get if I’m not your type, but… I guess I just thought you felt differently ok?” You looked up into his eyes for one second before looking back down. The desperation hadn’t gone away, but it looked hungrier than before.

“This doesn’t even matter, I shouldn’t be talking about this right now.” You placed a hand on his chest and pushed softly. He didn’t move. “I need to process what you just told me, and I’m not thinking right.”

“I didn’t run away because I wasn’t into you.” He said. His voice was surprisingly hoarse. Gravel had filled his throat. You looked up in surprise. His cheeks had a new kind of heat to them. Hunger filled his eyes. But there was also fear. You could see how unsure he was.

“I ran away, both times, because I was about one second away from throwing you to the ground and fucking you.” Your breath caught. Your eyebrows pulled together slightly. You shouldn’t be so happy to hear that, you thought. He’s crazy. He’s obsessed with you. Like actually.

But he’d never hurt you.

A small voice in the back of your mind said.

“I love you.” He held your eyes. His gaze softened slightly. The hunger didn’t go though. Neither did the fear. “I always have. I could listen to you talk for the rest of my life. You’re funny, witty, gorgeous, and a bit of a dumbass.” He smirked. “I would do anything for you.” You believed him. “Just give me a chance to show you.”

He moved one hand from beside your head to rest it on your waist. He pulled himself into you. His hard chest pressed against yours, the solid door against your back. You couldn’t breathe.

You felt hot. You felt like you were standing on a knife’s blade. Fall into him, into this crazy, terrifying fantasy, or fall back into reality. What if you could make fantasy a reality? Did you even want that? Some rational part of you screamed. He had been in your home while you slept. He bought an entire huge business because he might get to see you again. He was obsessed with you. He was dangerous. How many times had he let himself in while you slept? What could he have done?

You felt yourself shaking your head before you’d decided to. You pushed your hand on his chest again. “Ollie, I need some space. I need to think.” You said.

“Please,” he begged. “Please just let me show you how well I can take care of you. I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted.” Some part of you wanted that to be true. Wanted him to be true. But could you handle the obsession? What if it went deeper, darker.

You shook your head again and he let out an exasperated groan. “You’re not giving me a chance.” He complained. And edge of mania had started to show in his voice and expressions. “I need to show you. If you just let me show you, then it will all be ok.” He spoke fast and low. You felt his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, then the hem of the tank top underneath.

“Ollie-” you warned.

“No, no, just, you don’t understand.” He cut you off. He leaned down and kissed your neck. You froze. “I’ve been waiting years for you. You think now that I’ve finally got you back, I’m going to let you go?” Darkness seeped at the edges of your vision as fear took hold. “That moment a month ago changed my life, and I’ve spent every second since learning about you.”

His hand on your waist tucked under your tank, and he placed it against your ribs. His hand was huge. Almost comically so. And it rested just inches from your chest. No fabric separating you any longer. All he had to do was move up.

His other hand came down to hold the back of your neck. He pressed you even harder against the door. His breath was ragged as he kissed up and down your neck and shoulder in between words.

“I know what you like. I know how you like it. I’ve watched you.” A sob wracked through your chest at that. The first time you’d reacted outwardly since he started kissing you.

“You’re so lonely. I’ve heard you cry in your bed at night. I’ve heard you beg to be loved. That’s what I want to do, baby.” He pulled back and looked deep into your eyes. “Let me love you.”

“Let me love you.” Ollies plea rang through your head. He was so close. Too close.

“Let me make you feel good, love.” He said. He pushed his knee between your legs, parting them. You gasped and wiggled but he held you firm between his hand on your waist and his arm bracing the door by your head.

You didn’t know what to do. You could scream. Somehow that felt like the wrong thing to do. You knew you weren’t thinking straight. You could feel your cunt throb against his leg.

“I want to show you how well I know you.” He nuzzled into your neck, nipping at your soft flesh. You couldn’t help the half sob, half moan that ripped from your chest. “I want to show you how well I can take care of you.” He pleaded with you. He raised his knee and ground into your clit through your clothes. You moaned and tried pushing him away. He didn’t budge.

“Please, Ollie, don’t-” you tried to beg him to let you go. Just as you started talking he reached up under your shirts and rolled his thumb over your nipple. You choked on your words.

“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.” He whispered into your neck. “But I thought you’d never look at me that way. Until yesterday.” He squeezed the nipple he was rolling. Your back arched instinctively and you pushed yourself into his body. He groaned.

“Everything about you is so expressive.” He practically growled. The words flowed like they’d never been stopped up before. “I used to imagine you were singing. The melody of your voice. I would play beautiful instruments in my mind worthy of keeping up with you.”

He ran his lips up your neck to your jawline. You felt him tremble slightly. He didn’t kiss you there. He just lingered. “I wished a thousand times I could talk to you. That I could open my mouth and words even half as clever as yours could fall out.”

He pulled back and looked you in the eyes. You were still pressed against him, your pussy was resting, and throbbing on his leg. His thumb rolled your nipple slowly while he spoke.

“But you didn’t force me to talk. You were ok to let me be silent. I never got to thank you for that.” You saw a pain flash through his eyes. He didn’t break eye contact and you found yourself unable to. You were surprised when your own heart throbbed at his pain. “You were… are the only person in my entire life to accept me as I am, no expectations.”

He kissed you. It was soft, warm, but just like everything else, desperate. You didn’t move for a moment. You didn’t know what to do. He kissed you harder, and you felt his anxiety rise. The panic that you weren’t going to kiss him back. You felt how badly he wanted you to kiss him back.

And then you realized, you wanted to. You wanted to kiss him. Not like this, but you did. Some where along the lines, you’d developed feelings for this huge, stupid hot, and completely crazy man. You knew it was dangerous. The fear chilled you. But the desire warmed you right back up.

Suddenly you were kissing him back. Your hands were in his hair, on his neck, his shoulders. He leaned in even further, crushing you against his chest. His other hand came down to your neck and gripped you tightly. The hand on your chest explored further, touching all of you. Just as quickly as it started, it became overwhelming.

“Ollie, stop, not like this.” You said in between kisses. You tried pushing him back again. He growled again, but this time it was frustrated, feral.

“Stop pushing me away.” His words were heavy with warning. “You want this, me. I know you do. Just let me show you how good i can be. How i can make you feel.” He spun you around faster than you could react. He pressed you against the door, his hard cock pressing into your lower back. He twisted one of your arms behind your back and held you there. “I don’t want to hurt you, but you wont give me a chance.” His other hand snaked back under your shirt and pinched your nippled, hard. You gasped. “I know you’ll love it, eventually.”

Tears started to spill from your eyes silently. You didn’t fight back. You knew there was no point. He was so much bigger and stronger than you. It was more than just that though. For some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to. If he was telling the truth, he knew exactly what kind of things you liked. You knew how wet your pussy was already. Being taken against your will was probably your number one fantasy.

BUT IT IS JUST A FANTASY

You shouted inside your mind. You should be screaming. Fighting, kicking, anything! And yet, as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, all you could do was think about how hot that was. He threw you around like you weighed nothing. And he wanted you, so badly. You had never been desired like this before. Not to these extremes.

He threw you down on his huge, orc sized bed. It was reinforced with a thick wood frame. You instinctively curled into the fetal position. The tears hadn’t stopped, even if you didn’t really feel that sad. You were in a strange state of disconnection. On one hand you logically understood how wrong this all was. How dangerous this was. What he was about to do to you. But emotionally, you couldn’t care less. You were dripping wet, and the way he felt about you gave you butterflies. The way he talked about you and his feelings for you, made you feel valuable. It wasn’t something you had experienced much in your life. What he had said about you being the only one to accept him, rang in your mind. Was he that for you? Could you accept what he was about to do to you because he was the only person you had never been too much for?

You could give him permission, you thought. Then at least it wouldn’t be r*pe. But a part of you knew no matter what happened, it still would be. And another, quieter, more insidious part knew you’d rather it be forced. To finally fulfill that deepest darkest fantasy.

Ollie stood over your curled body on his bed. “You’re so beautiful.” He muttered. He didn’t seem to be speaking to you, but about you. It made you blush regardless. What was wrong with you? He bent down and tried to pry your limbs apart. You held to yourself tightly.

“Don’t make me hurt you. I don’t want to, but you need to listen to me.” The warning had returned to his words. You didn’t relax your position, but when he tried again to move your body, you allowed it this time. “Good pet.” He purred, satisfaction lacing his voice. Your cunt throbbed at his words. He slowly raised you up to a sitting position.

“Take off your shirt, love.” He said softly, but with intent. You found yourself staring into his eyes while you crossed your arms across your chest to reach for the hem on either side. You paused. He nodded once, and you slowly pulled both shirts up and over your head. His breath caught as your chest was revealed. You were surprised to find he hadn’t stoped looking into your eyes, and after the shirt was past your face, your gazes caught again. You blushed and squirmed under his intense eye contact. Instinctively, you lifted your arms to cover your chest. He raised one eyebrow in a disapproving way and you froze. He reached out and gripped both of your forearms.

“If you can’t keep your arms down, I’m going to have to restrain them. This is your only warning.” You lowered them and he smiled. Your heart thudded in your chest, his approval suddenly the most important thing. Where had that shy boy gone? Where did this confident, dominant man taken over? He moved forward, kneeling with one knee in between your legs. He pushed you gently until you were lying on your back on the bed.

Ollie lifted one of your legs, and started tugging at the hem of your sweats. it suddenly became too much again and you bolted back up. Your hands gripped his on the cuff of your pants. “Wait,” you panicked.

Ollie sighed. “I warned you.” You didn’t understand for a moment, until he reached by the beds headboard and pulled an already attached silk tie out. One end was tied to the frame. An alarm went off in your head that you silenced immediately upon realising he’d prepared for some eventuality of tying you up. He quickly grabbed your right hand and started tying it tightly to the headboard. Now the panic really set in. It was too real. You started crying in earnest, blabbering and begging. You weren’t coherent. Even you didn’t know what you were saying.

It was too late.

With one hand tied, he snatched the other and repeated. You pulled and wiggled, but he clearly knew what he was doing. The ties were soft, and not tight enough to hurt, but the knots themselves were solid. He returned to slowly removing your pants.

“Please Ollie, it’s not too late, you can stop still.” You pleaded. You honestly didn’t know if you meant it or not.

“Baby, you know I can’t stop.” He replied in a patronizing voice. “I need you, don’t you understand that?” He pulled the sweatpants fully off, and you were left in only your little shorts that were basically underwear. The cold air answered the reality you had been dreading. You were soaked. Your shorts definitely had a wet spot. And if you somehow hadn’t been sure already, the look of pure, animalistic satisfaction that spread over Ollies face, solidified it.

“I knew you’d like it.” He said smugly. “I told you, i know what you like.” He leaned forward, knee in between your legs again. He brought his face next you yours and whispered in your ear. ‘I know you’re a desperate slut, just begging to be fucked into oblivion.” He placed his huge palm against your clothed cunt. The heat was tangible. “Luckily for you, I’m happy to oblige.” He teased. His voice cavalier and excited. It was like he couldn’t understand how far past ok he had gone. He raised his hand from your cunt and brought it back down in a swift, hard smack. You cried out, not able to stifle yourself. It devolved into a long drawn out moan. “You can’t lie to me, beautiful.”

He turned and kissed you, hard, frantically. His hands roamed over your body. He ground his knee up into your clit again. Your breath hitched as you tried desperately not to moan again. He pulled himself away and looked down at your still clothed pussy. He looked mesmerized.

Ollie slowly hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged down. You pushed your ass into the bed, trying to keep the shorts from pulling down. He glanced up at you, a look of impatience on his face. “Lift.” He demanded. You relented. The shorts peeled from your skin, highlighting just how wet you were. You squirmed in embarrassment both from the exposure and the fact you were dripping. He folded the shorts and tucked them into his pants pocket. You didn’t miss that he had tossed all of your other clothes.

He leaned forward, hand reaching for you, but you started wiggling violently, trying to close your legs. “Wait, wait, Ollie, no you need-” He stopped and smacked your inner thigh, hard. You cried out, the tears redoubling. You pulled at your restraints and tried to push your legs from their positions on either side of him. He held them down.

“Do you need me to tie your legs up too?” He said condescendingly. You cried, not answering. “Hmm? And maybe a gag too?” He started leaning back, reaching for something behind him.

“No no no no, Ollie, that’s not what i mean, stop, just listen to me a second.” You begged. You sighed with relief when he paused and looked back at you.

“It’s just...” You started, then suddenly felt shy. He waited. “It’s just, you can’t touch me… yet.” He cocked his head, clearly perplexed. You wished you could hide your face. “You can’t.. I can’t…” He held your eyes, not giving you an out. “I can’t be the only one naked.” You spat out finally.

You don’t think you could ever describe the look that crossed his face then. You understood you were basically giving him permission now. And you were no longer fighting it in any way but for show. He had you, and he knew it. Thankfully, he didn’t rub it in your face.

Ollie leaned back up, until he was resting on his own legs, bent and still in between your open thighs. He smirked as he pulled his shirt up and over his head. You’d see him shirtless many times. It was a campground with a beach after all. But this time, with the settings, the circumstances, it was much more intense. The daylight filtered in through a window, and no other lights were on. Thin curtains stopped anyone from seeing inside, but did little for the light. He was muscular and toned, the light rays almost illuminating him. He was beautiful, and not overly ripped, but clearly did a lot of physical work.

The green of his skin was slightly paler than on his arms, but was replaced with a surprising amount of freckles. You hadn’t really noticed them before, but now that he was so close and you were hyper aware of everything, you saw how his skin was covered with tiny, barely visible freckles.

He started undoing the buttons on his pants. His cock was visibly hard through them. Your breath caught. You squirmed at the idea of being utterly taken by him. He hooked his thumbs under the hem of both his pants and boxers. He leaned up as if to pull them down, but stopped and raised and eyebrow.

“What do you want?” He asked, his voice leaving no room for defiance.

“Wh… what?” You asked.

“What do you want?” He asked again, enunciating each word.

“I…” you couldn’t believe he was making you say it. “I want you to take off your clothes.” You said, finally. “Please.”

He sighed hearing that, and continued pulling them down. His hard dick sprang out and it was huge just like everything else about him. You were halfway between excited and terrified. You didn’t think it would fit.

“Don’t worry love” he said, reading your expression. “We will get you nice and ready first.” He leaned over your body, his chest pressing onto yours. His dick rested against your thigh. He leaned in to your ear and whispered “and I’m not going to fuck you until you ask me to.”

He sunk two fingers deep into your cunt with no warning.

You cried out and arched your back. His fingers alone were probably thicker than any cock you’d taken. His eyes were glued on your face. 

“I love you so much. I’ve been in love with you my entire life. I tried dating other people, I tried letting them in, but I couldn’t. I always compared them to you.” He spoke softly as he fucked his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. 

“I never felt safe enough to open up, and then there you were. Finally back. At first I was scared you wouldn’t recognize me. But you did. Then I was scared you wouldn’t like me, but you did. It was just like we were kids again. I almost kissed you that day.” You tried focusing on his words while he lazily thrusted into you. He was clearly not trying to make you cum. Just rile you up. You squirmed under his touch and words. It felt strange and alien to have someone want you so much. 

“I spent years telling myself if I ever saw you again, I’d talk. I’d tell you everything. About myself, about my feelings. But then I saw you, and I was a kid again. A dumb kid with a crush and no ability to do anything about it.” He kissed your neck and chest while he spoke. You felt worshipped. “It didn’t make it any easier that you’re just ridiculously attractive.” You gripped the ties holding your wrists. The fear was bleeding out of you with every word. 

His tone shifted. “I know I fucked up, I know I’m not… not a good person, I’m so sorry.” He sounded genuine. A pain you didn’t expect, while he was fingering you no less, laced his tone. You believed him, despite his apparent unwillingness to stop. 

“Ollie,” you said breathlessly. He paused his kissing and looked up at you. “We,” you moaned between your words. “We can talk about that shit later, ok?” You found yourself smiling at his dumb face. 

It was that moment you realised you might be just as crazy as he was. You wanted him to fuck you. It didn’t matter to you that a few moments ago you were crying and begging him to stop. You wanted him. You were pretty sure it wasn’t just because you were desperately writhing on his fingers. Pretty sure. 

He smiled back and slowed his movements until he stopped altogether. He didn’t say anything and just looked down at you, smiling like a fool. You whimpered and ground yourself against his fingers. He groaned in response. 

“I can’t believe you thought I wasn’t into you.” He teased. 

“I can’t believe a lot of things, ok? I’m a self conscious idiot, and you might be a crazy stalker, I haven’t decided yet.” He chuckled and thrusted his fingers deep into you, once. You moaned loudly. 

“Please.” You said, almost by accident. A dark, hungry look covered his face. 

“Please what, beautiful?” His voice had lost all joviality. He was dead serious now. The words he’d been waiting his entire life for, were so close. 

You squirmed on his fingers. He stayed still, staring into your eyes. “Ollie…” you trailed off. You looked away from him. You knew he was going to make you say it, but you really didn’t want him to. You felt embarrassed begging for him. 

“Please say it.” He asked quietly. You were surprised by the sudden vulnerability in his voice. Your eyes dragged back to his and you could easily see the precipice he sat on. A similar one you teetered on earlier. One simple sentence and you both could have everything. Fall into the reality of what he’d done, into the messy, scary world of pushing everything good away to hold a place for the bad he’d done and the way he’d hurt you. And he had hurt you. Or, you could both plunge into the fantasy, the dream, the feelings you’d longed for your whole lives. To belong. To be loved. To be accepted as you were. 

You took a steadying breath. You could see he was trying to not react yet, but the fear and worry in his brow was unmistakable. “Ollie, what you did wasn’t ok. And how you handled this wasn’t right. I honestly don’t know how to forgive you.” 

His face fell. He didn’t look upset with you. 

“But,” his breath caught as you continued. “I’d like to try.” You smiled softly at him. Your heart throbbed as he hesitantly smiled back at you. 

“Please, for the love of gods, please fuck me.” You spoke with conviction. 

He didn’t waste time. In seconds his huge fingers were replaced with his huge cock. He teased your entrance, coating his dick in your wetness. He leaned forward and kissed you deeply. It wasn’t desperate any longer. It was passionate and hungry and eager. 

He slid the tip of his cock into you and you groaned at the stretch. “Fuck you’re tight.” He practically breathed into your ear. 

“You’re so big.” You whined out. 

“I know you can take me, baby.” He peppered your face with kisses while he pushed further. His breath hitched as he claimed another inch. He was moving painstakingly slow. You knew he was doing it for you, to not hurt you any further, but he was also driving you crazy. Every bit he sunk into you, you were desperate for more. You wanted to be absolutely filled but him, to be taken and owned. You wanted his powerful body ramming into yours. 

You squirmed and tried pushing back against his cock. Ollie raised an eyebrow. “Please…” you trailed off. 

“Are you ready?” He asked, incredulous. You nodded and chewed on your lip. You gazed up at him above you. His eyes were heavy lidded and his face was flushed. He was so beautiful. He smiled down at you and gently cupped your cheek. 

And then he was inside you. He thrust the rest of the way, in one, hard push. You screamed, fear at being heard forgotten. He chuckled and covered your mouth with his hand. It dwarfed your face. He held your jaw while he pulled out and sunk back in. 

He set a brutal pace, pounding into you. The extreme stretch started feeling more comfortable and your screams turned to moans behind his hand. Ollie pressed his fingers against your lips and you opened your mouth. Two thick fingers played with your tongue. He worked them deep to the back of your throat. He held them there, slightly gagging you on them. He smirked. 

“Say it again.” His tone teasing but his eyes serious. 

“Say wha-at” you sputtered out between thrusts and his fingers. His smirk twisted the other way and he frowned slightly. His pace slowed and after a couple more thrusts, he stopped moving. He pulled his fingers from your mouth. “Why…” you panted. 

“Ask me to fuck you.” His eyes lit up at the prospect. 

“You just were, why did you stop?” You complained and ground your hips into his. He snapped his hands tight to your waist and held you in place. “Ollie…” you whined. You gave him the best doe eyes you could. 

“I told you what I want.” His voice was stern but you could read his amusement. He liked seeing you desperate for him. 

“Why do you keep making me say embarrassing things?!” You demanded. You tried moving on his still deep cock once more and his grip tightened to a painful extent. You’d have bruises for sure. 

“Keep saying them.” He leaned forward to suck on your neck. You gasped as he worked a dark hickey into your skin. You whined without words, desperately trying to instigate his movement again. He held you tight, moving down your neck to your chest, leaving a line of deepening bruises in his wake. 

You realised he wasn’t going to let you out of saying it before you finally actually started talking. You tried putting it off as long as possible but he wasn’t wrong when he said he knew how to make you feel good. You were getting past desperate and moving to unashamed and wanton. 

Finally, “Please Ollie, please fuck me.” He grinned against your skin. You didn’t stop. A string of only semi coherent pleas spilled from your lips. “I want to feel you cum in me, I want to feel you wreck me.” Some part of you still held onto that embarrassment, but mostly you didn’t care anymore. And Ollie loved it. The most beautiful sounds in the worlds were of you begging for him. 

He snapped his hips back into motion and your pleas shifted to half moaned words and expletives. You had been brought close and denied, your pleasure slowly building but never releasing, and whether he meant to or not, he had you at the brink in moments. 

Your orgasm ripped through you with almost no warning. You cried out his name and gripped his back, nails digging in like claws. Your passion threw him over the edge as well and he trapped your lips in a rough kiss as you felt his hot cum flood your insides. You felt more full than you even thought possible. 

You rode out your orgasms locked tightly together, his hips stuttering as the last few ropes filled your already full cunt. Everything that had happened, the emotions, the hormones, wiped your mind right out, and before he had even pulled out, you were dozing in Ollie's arms underneath him. 

**********

You woke, apparently hours later, since no light came through the windows. The room was dim, but the door was open and light spilled through from somewhere else. You were wrapped in Ollies massive bed, several blankets layered on and around you, pillows framing your body. It was like a cozy nest and you snuggled in deeper. 

The smell of food wafted in from the rest of the home and you thought you heard low humming. You couldn’t help grinning to yourself. You had a hot, huge half orc making you food after railing you? Yeah, you could get used to that. 

You heard soft steps coming towards the room and you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping to stay in this moment for a little bit longer. You heard Ollie pause at the door. He stood there for a few moments, not saying anything. Did he know you were awake?

You opened one eye just the barest amount, just so you could see. You hoped it wasn’t obvious. You told yourself it was dark in the room. You could see Ollie’s form, arms crossed over his broad chest. He leaned against the doorframe, face split with a wide smile. You still couldn’t tell if he knew you were awake. 

He stood like that for longer than you’d expected. Long enough that your pretend sleeping became real. You drifted in and out, hovering right between awake and asleep. 

You surfaced as you felt Ollie’s lips gently press into your forehead. You nuzzled against his face, and his breath caught. Ollie’s fingers danced along your jaw as you slipped back under. 

[baocean]

starting over - rafe cameron [four]

smau! rafecameron x youtuber!reader

summary: you’ve moved back to the obx after 4 years of growing your career in california. your friendships stayed afloat during your time away, you can’t say the same about your relationship. but rafe hears your back in town, and it set on not letting you go this time.

masterlist | three | four | five |

rafecam: 👶🏼🐕‍🦺🍾🏎️

kelcee: So aesthetic king!

↳ ruthieslife: so sassy

sarahcam: awww the pic of the three of us 🥹🥹

tthorton: Loving this sign of life bro!

↳ kelcee: Gets left on read ONCE and immediately goes MIA

↳ rafecam: That’s enough thank you! 🤗

barryrusso: We get it u drive a Porsche and go to parties

↳ rafecam: Did you not see that I also hang out with dogs?

wheeziecameron: THE PIC OF US THATS SO CUTE

↳ wheeziecameron: I didn’t know you liked me 🥹

↳ rafecam: I don’t ❤️

sighing, you looked over at jj. he turned to look back at you, giving you a questioning glance.

“rafe.” that was all you had to say, he nodded knowingly.

“as your friend, i say give it some time. you just got here.” jj shrugged his shoulders and you smiled.

jj had been your friend for a few years now. he’d been the #1 person for boy advice for, like, 5 years.

“yea, you’re probably right. alright, i’ve got to go edit some videos.” you sat up from the bean back chair, placed in the corner of jj’s room.

“what videos did you film?” he asked you, standing up with you.

“a get ready with me, and i talked about weird things my family did growing up. and i did a baking video with cleo that i’ll probably put out tomorrow morning.”

“that sounds fun, can’t wait to watch them,” jj smiled at you, “whatever you end up doing with rafe, we’ll be there for you. it might hurt for a while, but you will be okay.”

“thanks j.” you pulled him into a hug, letting yourself relax into your friend.

you said your goodbyes, drove the ten minute distance back to your house. everyone was home, all five of your siblings and your parents.

you found talking about your childhood with your siblings so easy, that’s why you had made a video about them a few days ago.

it was loud in your house, just the way you liked it. ethan and mikey playing video games in the living room, willa was coloring at the table, humming her own little tune, liv and asa were off in the workout room, asa’s rap playlist blasting in the distance.

it was completely calming, in all its chaos. something comforting and familiar, exactly what you needed right now.

[mossyivy]

Selfish || Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Dog Hybrid!Reader

Inspiration: Puppy Pound - Jazmin Bean

Content Warning: Baby's First Hybrid fic, Starts as Post RE4R Leon, Mentions of Suicide (no actual death), Spoiled Brat Reader, Pet Names (hehe but no really - Sweet Girl, Grumpy Bitch, Princess), Unrequited Love (Not really though).

Authors Note: Decided to post what I had so far of this. Test the waters for a part two if anyone is genuinely interested.

Leon was always lonely after that night in '98. The soul-crushing pressure of keeping the public safe from horrific monstrosities created by cults or money-hungry corporations alike. The bitter feeling of everyone around him moving on with their lives, while he constantly feels stuck.

No one to come home to at night. No one to even call his own. Devoid of the most basic of relationships. Hardly even able to call coworkers friends, maybe acquaintances at best if they're even that. No one to share laughs, or meals, or time with was starting to get to him. The heavy weight of loneliness stuck to him like a mouse in a glue trap. Just abnormally cruel at this point.

Until you came into his life a few years ago.

Just a sweet little dog hybrid sitting under a shop awning, trying to keep dry during a thunderstorm. Being dealt the shittier hand in life of not being brought in by a complete stranger like your siblings. Left to search through trash cans and dumpsters just to scrape by another day. Unsure of how you'd get by the next or even survive the night with how rough the city could be.

Your stomach aches with the familiar hunger of another day with no luck, even just barely making it under the awning. Starting to dry off with your damp hair. The fur on your ears and tail no longer puffed, just a drenched flat matted mess.

That's when he saw you, standing across the street with an umbrella overhead. A hot bag of Chinese takeout ready to be eaten, slowly going cold as he watches the sweetest girl he's ever seen look borderline pathetic. The way your tail is curled around your ankles as you tuck your knees closer when a clap of thunder makes the ground shake, it's so loud. The whimpering sounds you made were so loud he could hear them clear as day across the street.

He can't help himself. Leon's always been helpful. Now, only worse with his job, helping others is just his second nature. That's why he didn't even think twice about jaywalking the second he noticed you shiver once. The sound of wet footsteps caught your attention.

"Are you okay, girl?" Looking up, you're met with the sight of an angel looking down on you. Dull blue eyes sitting in dark exhausted bags stare at you as you take him all in. The light of the closed storefront made his blond hair shiny, along with his luscious lips and large prominent nose.

You're absolutely baffled that someone is even talking to you. Use to people waving you away from their sight or even chasing you off their property. The sound of a foreign language hits your ears, head tilting as you snap back to reality. Ears twitching in response to whatever he asked. Deep chuckles roll from his chest as he smiles at your clear confusion.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanna help. You got an owner? I don't see a collar on you sweet girl."

Sweet girl. Your brain almost melts at the name alone. Slowly shaking your head, he holds his hand out for you, letting you sniff him and familiarize himself with you. Damp tail starts to wag as he cups your chin, turning your face.

"You wanna come home with me?"

And that was the question that sealed their fates for the next few years. That night, he took you home, fed you, bathed you and gave you the love and attention you'd needed for years. Giving him back companionship he desperately wanted without even realizing it.

You're far from a purebred but treated like one instead of the mutt you actually are. Pampered to the nines by the finest of things. Great clothes, food, products, doctors, anything for Leon's precious little princess. Toys o' plenty, even the most expensive dog bed lays ignored by you. Favoring sleeping with your owner nightly. Clinging to his side the second he got home for the past 3 years now.

Leon's 30th birthday, coming and going by with him just celebrating the day off with you. Cuddled up on the couch, clinging to his side as you napped on his chest. He sighs, watching the commercial for some random romantic comedy coming to theaters soon. Glancing down at the sleeping figure next to him, one of the few reasons on this planet he hasn't blown his own brains out yet.

Your soft features illuminated by the glow of his flat screen. Every soft little note he's made thousands of times before scribbled across your soft skin he's made soft over the time you've spent together. Taking in the details of the small things. The way your ears twitch when you sleep, the small little scar on the side of your nose you told him the story about getting at least thirty times by now, the tiny sharp canines showing through plush open lips.

Eyes linger, brain yelling at him to stop. He can't have his cake and eat it too. That's not his life anymore. That thought alone makes his heart hurt. A pretty girl he knows who'd be perfect for him, but fate decided to make you his glorified pet instead of a woman he could love without judgment.

Getting that familiar loneliness again, he runs his thumb over your cheek, making your face scrunch in your sleep. Not bothering to pull away because he knows you won't budge. That serene mumble you always do as you tuck your head under his chin to get comfortable again. His hand moves from your shoulder, hovering over your lower back like some magnetic force field is keeping him away. You settle down, his hand goes back between your shoulders.

He can't. He'd ruin a precious thing like you. Building you back up to how you deserve to be treated. He's worked so hard to keep you happy. Treat you like a spoiled little princess, even if you act like a grumpy bitch when he's away for long.

He just can't cross that line. Not with you.

Sighing, he flips through the channels, picking an older black and white movie to watch. Ads are rolling on this channel too. He's about to pick up the remote again when a new commercial pops up for a match-making service in the area. The number scrolling along the line at the bottom of the screen in bright pink with a little heart accentuating the end. All he can think about is Claire nagging him to try dating websites, since online dating is apparently the "hot new thing".

He's too fucking old for that... At least he thinks so. But this... This could work. Common interests tend to bring people together, at least that's what he tells himself, pulling his phone out of his pocket and looking up the website.

Jessica? No. Josie? No... Joyce? No! God, he's terrible with names sometimes... His brain can barely let him remember his dates name, he can't do this too.

Leon fumbles with his tie in the mirror, pulling it from the collar and back onto the pile of clothes he can't bother to hang up clustered at the bottom of his closet. The top buttons on his shirt come undone as he glances at you in the mirror. Lying so pretty on his bed, tail curled around your legs as you watch him get dressed for his date. Turning back to you, you sit up quickly. Tail thumping against the sheets as you stare in awe. As if you hadn't seen him in his button ups for work dozens of times by now.

"Well, what do you think, princess?" Your head tilts, ears flopping to the side with your signature cute smile.

"Handsome." The word flows through your lips so easily, his heart rate picking up as he feels the heat in his neck forming. It almost makes him blush at how blunt you can be sometimes. Clearing his throat is the signal for goodbye most days. Crawling over, your delicate hands go to his shoulders, rubbing the top of your head under his chin. Pushing your scent all over him. Even if it can barely be traced over his cologne, you know it's there. It's a mark of ownership over him, at least to you, even if humans don't exactly follow the same rules hybrids do. Other bitches will keep their distance.

"Alright, you know the drill. Don't answer the door and no wild parties. Be a good girl for me while I'm gone, okay?" Leon leans in, giving you a kiss between the ears and a light squeeze before he's gone. Out the door and to dinner with whoever he's going with.

Sauntering to the door, you sit and wait, staring at the thick wood for so long that your eyes start to burn. That's when your pathetic little whimpering starts. Just to walk off to the living room and sulk on the couch like you do every time he leaves without you in tow. Laying your head where he usually sits, his musky scent fills your canine senses and calms you slowly.

It's okay, he'll be back. He always comes back.

An hour goes by, the familiar click of the lock sounds. Ears perking up as you rush to the front door, an excited bark ripping through the air as your tail thumps against the floor. The door opens, Claire stepping through. Which isn't abnormal, sometimes when Leon and Claire go to dinner they end up back there to keep chatting for a while.

"Hi girl!" Claire gets smothered in a tight hug, muzzle buried in her shoulder as she squeezes you. Looking behind her, you see the empty hallway of the apartment building. The lack of Leon behind her, reprimanding you for crowding her when they got back. Your tail halts, stomach knotting up.

Where is he? If he's not home, then where is he? He was just going to dinner with someone. That someone wasn't Claire?!

The brunette immediately notices your distressed tension. Rubbing your back to calm you as she kicks the door closed.

"It's okay girl, he should be home soon. Leon just asked me to drop by and make sure you ate something. C'mon, let's get you fed, yeah?"

She gives you a little squeeze, stepping by to walk into the kitchen. Your eyes still transfixed on the door, plopping to the floor to start your routine of waiting again. Claire looks down at you, worry washing over her as she frowns slightly.

"It's okay girl, he'll be home from his date soon." Her footsteps led away, the sounds of buttons being pushed and the hum of the microwave heating up your dinner was enough to pull you from your rapid thoughts.

Date? What's a date? If he's not with Claire, who is he with? Is it other people you know? What if he's with a stranger? Could that stranger hurt him? Oh no, what if he's hurt somewhere!?

Whining starts again, louder than before, alerting Claire as she walks back into the doorway of the kitchen. Crouching next to you, stroking between your shoulders gently.

"Hey, hey it's okay..."

"Where is he?" Your mumbles come out as more pathetic than you intended. Eyeing Claire finally. Her soft smile does very little to comfort you.

"He's on a date, sweet girl. Y'know, like, a romantic outing. Having a fun time! He might even like her so much he could make her your new mama." The beep from the kitchen catches Claire's attention as she stands up and walks away.

Mama...? He's trying to find you a new mama? You don't need a mama, you want your owner. Only your owner. Taking another woman out on a romantic outing when he could have just taken you somewhere instead?

What are you, chop liver? No longer his little princess? His sweet girl? The light of his life?

He'd always seemed so obsessed with you, just like you were him. Loving him with everything you had and getting back what you thought was your equal share of his love in return.

But now you might have to share him...?

Your eyebrows furrow, eyes going back to the door before Claire calls you to the kitchen, just to get ignored as you angrily pout at nothing. Footsteps round the corner as she crouches next to you again.

"C'mon girl... You can't sit here all -"

"No..." You disobey, tone laced with a growl as Claire looks a little thrown off, not scared but surprised by the sudden attitude change. Her lips draw to a line, her hand coming to your shoulder as she squeezes it gently.

"There's food on the counter. Nice and hot just for you... Please eat it, he'll be home soon. You don't have to sit here all night." Standing up, she gives you a scratch between the ears, heading for the door. The lock clicks into place as you're left in the silence of the apartment again. Nothing but the sound of the outside world to accompany you.

After a few minutes of sulking, you walk to the kitchen to at least look at the food you were offered. Stew sitting piping hot at the kitchen counter with a spoon next to the bowl.

You aren't even hungry, your stomach still in knots as you glare at the food. You know you should at least try eating, unless you actually want to upset Leon.

A little defiant voice in the back of your head pushes through your thoughts to get a pint across.

Make him know you're mad at him...

All content on this page is fictional and I do not condone the acts I enjoy in a fictional sense. I don't consent to my work being reposted or translated.

[cup1dt3a]

Do you still accept requests?

How would it be if the human reader has a little brother or sister who watches Wally's show, and well the reader like a good big brother the reader takes care of them and watches along with them, well what if Yandere wally falls in love with the reader, what would happen?

Tysm for the request this is the first one I’ve ever had for a story! And ofc! My request are always open unless stated otherwise. Also I mainly just do gender neutral!readers so the reader will be gender neutral!

” It’s starting! It’s starting! It’s starting! Come on you slow poke!”

“ Ow! Ok ok! Geez how you so strong for a seven year old?”

You muttered as your younger sister tugged you towards the Tv. Eyes gleaming with pure enchantment as the cheesy theme song of the puppet show they loved to watch. You being the good older sibling you were would watch it with them since your parents were too busy most of the time to watch the show with her.

“ Eeeeee! Look it’s Wally!” You cheered as the colorful puppet appeared on the screen.

“ Yup they’re your favorite huh?” You asked them with a chuckle to how excited they got.

“ Of course they paint very well and they look so cool!” They exclaimed while the puppets talked away.

As the show went on you just watched away with your little sibling. Sure it was just another little kids show but you had to admit the character designs were just so well done and amazing.

“Now what should I paint today?” Wally asked on the big screen looking towards the audience.

“ A rainbow rose!” They jumped.

“ A DANCING BLUE FLAMINGO!” You shouted just to mess with them seeing them angrily huff.

“ As if he’d paint that. Wally is so much more mature than that!” They crossed their arms as you giggled.

“ What an excellent decision! A dancing blue flamingo!” He cheered.

Your sibling ate their words with a pitiful glare as they looked up at you sticking your tongue out at them. You both watched the episode making a few jokes here and there to upset them. It was all fun in games for you two. It’s not really like your parents were ever around either. Sure it sucked but at least you weren’t alone as much as you wished but fuck it they’re fun to be around so why not.

You had put your little sister to bed a while ago. At least 2 hours ago and decided it was time to check on them due to their nightmares they have. As you went to their room you had heart their voice outside the room along with another’s voice it sounded familiar but you knew it wasn’t one of your parents. As you hurriedly walked over to where you heard the voices your heart beat fast. Rushing as faster than you ran to check on who the hell was talking to your seven year old sister.

“ Yeah! _____ loves that too!” You happily said as you turned to corner in a panic.

“ Mhm! You’re so helpful little one but I think it’s off to bed with you now. Go on sweet dreams little dreamer.” Wally said on the big screen with a smile and tilt to his head.

“ Oh geez. What are you doing up watching TV?” You sighed in relief.

“ Wally wanted to talk with me. And I didn’t want to be rude!” They replied looking up at you while you took them to bed holding their small hand.

“ Ok but next time Wally wants to “talk” with you tell him ____ said no.” You told them playing into their little fantasy.

“ Fine…Can you watch Welcome Home with me tomorrow still?” They sad with puppy dog eyes.

“ Yes yes. How about after work we go have a little sleep over in my room sound good?” You asked as they nodded with excitement.

As you went back into the living room you had noticed the TV was still on with Wally staring at you. Well it looked that way but as he silently stared you hadn’t noticed how much larger his smile got before you shut it off with a big yawn.

You had been having to take your younger sibling to work with you. It’s not like you wanted to but it’s not like you had a choice either. Because your parents were never home and your sister was to you get to be alone either way. Plus your boss was ok with it since they would bring their own kid to work. They would play together with each other a lot and we’re friends so it was a win win either way.

“ You having fun with charley?” You asked as they nodded playing with the other’s action figures.

It was getting late so you had to remind them to start wrapping things up. They sadly agreed upset it was the end of your shift before they remembered about your sleep over with them. They had said their goodbyes and hugged any other friends they had before you had left. They had skipped as they held your hand back to the apartment. You then came upon a display case of old TV’s they all displayed Wally.

“ Look! Loook! It’s Wally he’s waving at us! Hiiii Wally!” They jumped with glee waving at the puppet on screen.

Indulging your younger sister you also waved greeting the puppet before walking away with your younger sibling. Not noticing the out of order signs or the way the puppet had followed you both with its head.

” Sleep Over! Sleep Over! SLEEP OVER!” They chanted as you popped the popcorn and got a few apples for them too.

You both went back to your room rolling your eyes as they dashed over towards your room. You also has a TV in there to watch your own shows other than Welcome Home. Such as more horror shows and adult shows because you didn’t want to accidentally influence them with inappropriate things or have to answer the embarrassing questions of theirs.

“ So let me guess Welcome Home?” You guessed without a doubt as they exclaimed a gleeful yes.

You then set the Tv up to play the show as they started to munch on some popcorn. She then started to try and aim it at your mouth every time missing but you still encouraged them to keep trying until one lucky shot they finally got it in your mouth.

“ Wooo! I did it!” The cheered bounced up and down.

“ Good job little dreamer!” Wally clapped on point as if he was congratulating your sister with you.

“ Thanks Wally it was so cool right?” They asked expecting an answer.

“Oh why it was very cool! You think you can do it again?” He asked with a tilt to his head.

You sat there in concern as the two talked observing as they spoke to each other.

“ How are you doing that?” You asked them with a slight shake to your voice.

“ Doing what…Omg you’re so dumb just talk to him like any other person ____! ____ can be so dumb sometimes right Wally?” They asked looking over to the puppet.

“ Now that wasn’t nice? You should apologize to ____ they must feel very sad now.” He told the small child.

They hurriedly apologize just as the puppet asked. He was a puppet. He couldn’t have known your name. Your little sister isn’t smart enough to even think of a prank like this. They’ve been doing this. This has been going on for weeks! Finding them in front of the TV talking to the puppet with glee.

“ ____? You ok?” She asked you tugging on your sleeve with concern for your silence.

“ Yes, Yes I’m fine…So wally how long have you two been talking.” You asked in disbelief still pale.

“ I think the second day you both watched the show! You’re such a good sibling always going on with the little dreamers antics you almost make me envy you with how cute of a sister you have.” They replied.

That’s not part of any script. This wasn’t normal!

“ Yeah! Wally would ask me to go and talk to him about you!” they said with a smile on your face while yours remained pale.

“ Yes I couldn’t help myself and they always sneaked up late at night for a snack and mischievous little thing they are started to just talk to me. I couldn’t help but ask about you. Always so hard working and kind to the little one.” You dreamily sighed.

“ Uh huh.” You said.

You felt sick. How could you not have noticed this!? How did you let this slide for months? Are you that neglectful? God you’re almost as bad as your parents! Your little sibling has been talking with some puppet who sounds obsessed with you as they go on and on about how perfect you are. You had noticed your sister start to yawn cuddling up on the bed. You took her to her room as soon as she passed out wanting to have your own conversation with the puppet. As you came back there he stood int the dark screen with that sinister smile peering into your soul.

“ What exactly have you been asking of my little sister?” You asked him with a slight grit to your teeth.

“ Just about you. Your likes, interests, hobbies, insecurities…. Everything about you really!” He stated.

“ Why though?” You asked feeling insane for doing this.

“ Because you’re all I can think about. All I ever dream about! All I ever want. Just look at yourself. So perfect so free like a song bird.” He sighed looking as if he was drooling.

“ You’re just so perfect. I love and want everything to do with….Why are you trying to turn the TV off?” He pouted with a tilt as you tried to turn your Tv off.

“ No No! My sweet dreamer you’re finally acknowledging me! I won’t let you stop now! We’ll be together forever! Just me you and your sister!” He gasped getting closer to the Tv.

“ YOU CANT LEAVE ME! I LOVE YOU! I LIVE FOR YOU! I BREATHE FOR YOU! YOU CANT LEAVE ME NOT AGAIN!” He cried out smooshing his face to the TV.

The screen then constantly displayed love me on it over and over again while the puppets eyes shook. “ Please love me! I need you!!I promise I won’t harm them at all just please keep listening to me! I need you!” He yelled banging onto the screen.

You had no idea what to do or to listen to him as he constantly cried out of any ounce of your attention. Almost like a touch starved animal.

“You…promise?” You asked as he nodded smile growling bigger by the second. What have you done?

Tysm again for the request they are open! Hope you’re all having a good day/night or that it gets better!

Part 2 ( Enjoy<333)

Sincerely- Cup1dT3A💌

[hellfirenacht]

Wing Man Part 6

Fic Summary: Steve 'the Hair' Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you'll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie. (1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9)

Chapter Summary: What DID he mean by five? The second meeting.

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A/N: How are we feeling in a post-"Flight of Icarus" world, y'all? I knew from the beginning that I'd want to add some of the lore in and let me tell you, I LOVE Ronnie Ecker. For those of you who did not read the book, or haven't had a chance to, Ronnie is Eddie's best friend who ended up with a full scholarship to NYU. They're siblings, your honor.

Also if anyone can show me on this map where the plot is going, I'd really appreciate it.

This late at night, the only sounds in the trailer park came from the occasional dog barking and the echoes of Eddie’s tapes blasting as he pulled up to Wayne’s trailer. His uncle was working tonight as usual, which would normally allow Eddie time to hog the tv before passing out for a few precious hours before he had to get up for school. 

Tonight however, his mind was buzzing with what had just happened less than an hour ago. He liked you, he wasn’t sure how much yet but he did. You were sharp and knew your stuff about metal. It helped that you were cute. Really cute. 

He liked seeing you in the passenger seat of his car, matching wits with his friends and ranting about Ozzy. He liked seeing you laughing and the way you watched him play. He really liked the way you had fiddled with the pick he’d thrown at you at the end of the set. 

Eddie had never done that before. He’d wanted to, but never had anyone’s attention like that before- no. That wasn’t true. There had been one other person who’d listened to him play like that, two years ago. 

Was he always gonna fold to the site of a pretty girl actually paying attention to his music? 

“Of course you are.” Ronnie’s voice echoed on the phone. “And I’m gonna laugh every time you do.” 

Eddie groaned, holding the receiver to his ear as his forehead pressed against the front of the fridge. He hadn’t planned on running to her with this, but he was nowhere near able to wind down. He hadn’t even expected Ronnie to pick up the phone this late at night with the time zone difference and the fact that it was a school night. He’d have to push his stash a bit harder to pay Wayne back for the long distance call. 

The past two years had been a slow crawl of building back trust up with Veronica Ecker. The two had gone almost a whole summer without talking before Eddie had basically groveled for forgiveness outside of Granny Ecker’s trailer before Ronnie left for New York. She had forgiven him enough to let him give her a ride to the airport. 

“Last time?” He’d asked. 

“Last time.” She’d repeated. 

“So why didn’t you shack up with her tonight?” Ronnie asked. “You got her into your van, and you dropped her off like a gentleman.” 

“I don’t know, I panicked.” Eddie sighed, bonking his head against the fridge a few times. “She was right there, and she was leaning in and all I saw was Paige leaning in-”

“You know not every girl who shares your taste in music is Paige, right?” Eddie could practically see Ronnie rolling her eyes on the other end of the line. 

“Any girl that shares my taste in music ends up fucking off to the opposite end of the country.” 

This made Ronnie laugh. “You’re an idiot. Paige fucked off back to her job and I fucked off to college.”

“Fucking off is fucking off.”

“Maybe you need to fuck off.”

“I tried, remember?” 

She remembered. Both of them remembered. 

“Look, stop being a dipshit.” Ronnie said after a moment of awkward silence. “You’re graduating this year, right?”

“Uhhh...”

“Eddie.”

“Yeah, yeah I’m working on it. I just need those last stupid two classes and then I’m home free.” Eddie confirmed. 

“You can’t stay in high school forever.” Ronnie said. “And you’re gonna realize that there’s life outside of Hawkins. Have you even talked to Paige since then?”

He hadn’t, and they both knew it. Eddie gave up two months after she’d bailed him out of jail. Two months of dead air silence. He got the hint. 

“No.”

“Then stop worrying about one girl from over two years ago!” Eddie could feel the phantom pain of Ronnie punching him in the arm like she always used to. “Get laid and graduate, Munson. You earned it.”

Eddie snorted, sliding down the fridge to sit on the cool floor. “Is that the only advice you got for me, Ecker?”

“It’s the only advice you need. Did you pass that test last week?” Ronnie asked. 

“By the skin of my teeth.” Eddie sighed, leaning his head back against the fridge. 

“Your new girl graduated, maybe she can help you study.”

“She’s not my girl. She’s a girl that I’ve met a handful of times-”

“That’s turning your brain to mush.” 

“She doesn’t even know who I am, Ronnie.” He fiddled with the chord in his hand, watching the spiral wind and unwind around his fingers. It was already stretched out pretty bad, with a few spirals already tangled beyond repair like his old slinky from when he was a kid. 

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Ronnie asked. “She doesn’t know you, that means she doesn’t feed into the bullshit of the rumor mill.” 

Ronnie had a point and he hated it, but that’s why he called her to begin with. Ronnie was the only person who could cut through his Munson bullshit and give it to him straight. He missed it. As much as he enjoyed the power he had to protect his little lost sheepies, they were all too intimidated to actually stand up to him and call him out the way that Ronnie would.

“Yeah, you’re right. As usual.” Eddie could hear her snort and he couldn’t stop himself from grinning. “So why the hell are you even awake right now? Up til 2 am on a school night, Ecker?”

“It’s barely past midnight, the time zone isn’t that off. I was studying for a test, but hearing you complain about your love life is a far more productive use of my time.” 

“You’re using me to slack off, aren’t you?” 

“If I have to look at my flashcards one more time tonight my eyes are gonna go square. How’s Granny doing?”

“She’s an empty nester and is determined to turn me into her replacement grandson until you visit again.” Eddie shook his head. “She threatened to give me a haircut the last time she dropped off a plate for Wayne.”

Ronnie had come back to visit a grand total of five times since she’d left, returning for holidays and summers to visit Granny Ecker and by extension Eddie. Each time she’d come back with stories of law school and how different New York is. 

It seemed impossible, everything that Ronnie had told him about going to college and about life outside their small town. She was playing Dungeons and Dragons still, having found a group that would play with her. According to her, being a rules lawyer for the game at a law school hit way different than it had their small Hellfire group in high school. No one even cared that they played outside of a few students who had better things to do than enact violence against a few nerds. 

Then again, in law school everyone was some sort of nerd. Eddie wondered if even a freak would be accepted there. Well, socially at least. He wasn’t delusional enough to think he’d be able to be accepted into law school with his grades. Ronnie had invited him up to visit a few times, but there was never time or money to do it. 

The two continued talking for another hour, catching up until Ronnie was scolding him for staying up so late on a school night. 

“Yeah? And what’s your excuse?” Eddie said. “It’s almost 4:20 am there.” 

“Ha. Ha. Again, ha.” Ronnie said. “Still not how timezones work. And my first class doesn’t start until noon.”

Right. In college you didn’t have to wake up at the ass crack of dawn every day. 

“Night, Ecker.”

“Night, Munson. Graduate and get laid.” 

“Does it matter the order?”

“Good night, Eddie.”

Talking to Ronnie had eased his nerves, but there was still something inside that wouldn’t let him lay down and go to sleep. It was late now, way later than he intended to stay up tonight. The night he played at the Hideout always had him up late, and his teacher already considered him more useless than usual on Wednesdays. It’s not like anyone would care if he slept in class, unless they were in a particularly foul mood. 

He made his way to a stack of books in his room rummaging through a pile or two until he found what he was looking for. Eddie’s copy of Lord of the RIngs was well loved at best, and completely trashed at worst. The cover of the paperback was nearly torn off, taped back together haphazardly over the years. Pages were dogeared, the spine was cracked, notes were scribbled in the margins, and his name was scribbled in messy cursive on the front page declaring that this book belonged to Eddie Munson and that he was in third grade.

Eddie stripped out of most of his clothes, tossing his jewelry on his nightstand, and hopped into bed. He turned on a small lamp and opened the book. He could probably recite the first chapter from memory if he tried, the words on the page a comfortable lullabye for his wound up mind. But tonight he flipped to a page near the end where his bookmark was. The flower made out of blue construction paper wasn’t nearly as old as the book, and only in better shape because it never left the safe pages of Tolkein’s writing. 

His eyes glanced at his arm again, your phone number a temporary tattoo on his skin until it washed off. Shit, it was going to wash off eventually. Eddie grabbed a pen from under his bed and added another scribble to the inside of the book before copying your number carefully onto the paper flower. At least this way he’d always know where it was. 

With that aside, Eddie didn’t make it through three pages of his book before he passed out with the light still on. 

Fall Semester, 1984

The PrinciPAL’s office was just as interesting and inviting as it always was, which is to say not at all. Eddie was slumped back on a chair, watching as Janice sorted through paperwork, pretending to look busy so that she could avoid any small talk with ‘that Munson boy’. He had been waiting for Higgin’s to show up for almost fifteen minutes now, because why shouldn’t he waste Eddie’s time at this point? The worst that was going to happen today is that they’d do their little song and dance, Eddie would plead his case that the flyers were absolutely serious and that Chris Morrison had every intent to run for student council, and that it was all of the club that had made the posters, Higgins would shake his head and not believe Eddie for a second (which to be fair, this would be the first time that Eddie would admit privately that it was his fault), they’d go back and forth until Eddie got some form of detention or Saturday school. 

Honestly, the worst part would be rescheduling Hellfire if he wound up in detention. 

Eddie had counted out 13 paper clips that Janice had used in her papershifting before the door to the front office opened up again. He looked up, expecting to see Higgins walk in, ignore him for another five minutes, before Janice would let Eddie go in. 

He didn’t expect to see you, pale and shaken, clutching a teacher’s note in your hand. Eddie watched as you handed the note over to Janice who read it, shook her head, and pointed at the chair next to himself. Your eyes never left the floor as you sat next to him, staring at the cheap carpet as if you could somehow burn a hole in it and disappear. 

Trouble was no stranger to Eddie, and Eddie was no stranger to trouble. In Hawkins the name ‘Munson’ might as well be in the thesaurus next to the word. This wasn’t his first rodeo, and it would be far from his last as long as Higgins stayed the princiPAL. He’d walk away with a lecture and a sigh and then it would be business as normal. 

The look on your face though, that was far from the mild annoyance he felt. You look downright traumatized at the idea of having been sent here. Eddie glanced up at Janice who deigned to make eye contact with him now. Her eyes flicked between the two of you, a disapproving look behind her purple frames as if this was somehow Eddie’s fault that you had ended up here as well. But then, as far as any of the faculty from the office was concerned, even him being enrolled at this school was a death sentence to the rest of the poor student body. Eddie was a disease that they would try to contain until they had the cure to remove him. 

The shaking of your knee made your chair (and his chair by proxy) rattle slightly. The quiet of the office and the mundane shuffling of Janice’s papers only added to the tension that was radiating off you. 

“Janice, is Higgin’s gonna be long?” Eddie finally asked, and your bouncing knee stopped for just a moment before going back to its nervous movement. 

“He’s in a very important meeting.” Came the reply over a stack of papers, still not looking at Eddie. 

He sighed again and looked over at you, trying to place where he knew your face. Your eyes were a bit red, and you looked like you were on the verge of crying. Shit, he needed to do something before he had to ask Janice for the tissue box. 

“First time?” Eddie asked, and when you didn’t respond he nudged your knee with his. 

You jumped slightly, head snapping up. It was a wonder you didn’t give yourself whiplash and it would have been almost funny to Eddie had you not looked like a deer in the headlights looking at him. 

“I... Huh?” your voice cracked slightly. 

“What are ya in for?” Eddie did his best to give you a smile which he was sure made him look more like a serial killer than a comfort. It was rare he wished that he had his dad’s smile, but in cases like this he’d make an exception. 

You looked at the paper in your hand and swallowed. “Uh... skipped.” 

“Skipped school or just class?” Eddie prompted, trying to get you to talk more. If you were talking, then you weren’t crying. That’s what he hoped at least. 

“Class.” He didn’t think you’d say anymore but you surprised him. “US History.” Eddie caught the way your eyes darted to Janice again as if to make sure she wasn’t listening in, but Janice had better things to do than to eavesdrop on two delinquents. “I wasn’t... I had a bad day. I'm having a bad day. I felt like I was going to explode and I went to the library.” 

Eddie nodded, wondering what had happened today that made you need to duck out. It wasn’t his business, and frankly Higgin’s was going to grill you enough as it was. 

“Rookie mistake.” He said instead. 

“Rookie...?” 

Eddie kept his voice low and leaned in closer to you as if telling you a secret. “If you’re gonna skip, you can’t go to the library. You might as well have walked into the teacher’s lounge and announced that you were cutting class.”

You let out a sharp breath that he swore counted for a laugh. “Thanks for the heads up, can you tell me that a few hours ago?”

There was color returning to your face now and Eddie kept going. His brown eyes scanned your face, trying to place where he knew you from. Hawkins was a small town, and there was nothing about you that screamed ‘I’m new!’. 

He liked your sarcasm though, and his ‘comforting’ grin shifted into a genuine smile. “If you’re gonna ditch, you need to go to the bathroom or go outside.” He said. “Especially for last period. Go hide outside in the woods and you can slip into the parking lot seamlessly without anyone noticing. By the end of the day the teachers are barely taking attendance anyway.”

“Have you been in the girls rooms here?” you asked, shaking your head. “I think I’d rather take my chances here than stay in there longer than I’d have to.” Eddie wasn’t sure if you were trying to make a joke or if you were serious.

“Would you rather hide in the boys room?” he asked. “I swear it only smells like piss almost all of the time and you’d end up in the splash zone even if you were in a stall.”

That got a laugh out of you, a genuine one. Your shoulders were relaxing and you looked down at the paper again and took a deep breath that you exhaled with a sigh. 

“I’ve never been in trouble before.” you said, your hands starting to bend and fold the paper on your lap absently. “I’m not good at being in trouble.”

“Well, lucky for you I’m here.” Eddie nudged your knee again with his. “Being in trouble is kind of my job here at Hawkin’s High. I’m a professional, you know. If I wasn’t here taking up all of Principal Higgin’s time he might have to actually do his job.” 

That last part was louder, as he directed it to Janice who refused to take the bait and only reached for her lilac stapler instead. 

A small smack on his arm drew his attention back to you, you were smiling at him looking astonished. “You’re gonna get us in trouble!” you whispered at him. 

“We’re already in trouble.” Eddie reminded you, his smile never fading. “Look, you’ve never been in trouble before, right? You’re gonna be fine. Just give him a good sob story about being overwhelmed with school, or about a sick pet. If you can squeeze out some tears that’s even better. The worst that he’s gonna do is give you a slap on the wrist and maybe detention if he’s in a shit mood”

You take in his words, listening to him carefully and taking in every word he was saying as if this was life or death. Eddie admittedly, had purposefully slipped into his Dungeon Master voice. It was a skill that normally only worked on his little sheepies in his club, and that was after semesters of training his players to listen and pay attention to his words or else it would be life or death for their characters. 

Having someone else listen to him like that? It felt really good. 

Your mouth started to open to say something but then the office door opened again and Higgin’s stepped in, nodding to Janice and then looking at the two of you. There was an accusatory look in his eyes as he made eye contact with Eddie again, and it was clear what that look said. Leave her alone, don’t make things worse for her than they already are. 

“Munson.” Higgins said and it took everything in him to stay still and not flinch at his last name. He was used to the weight that came with his name, but he hadn’t wanted you to know who he was. Not after he just remembered where he knew you from, glancing down at the note that you had folded into a flower in a fit of nerves. 

“I heard you missed me, Sir.” Eddie forced his eyes to meet Higgin’s. “You really should just start saying hi in the hallways instead of inviting me to these little chats every week. You’re taking away valuable learning time from me, you know.” 

If the two of them had been alone, Higgins would have snapped back at Eddie about being a smartass. But you were there, and the color had drained from your face again, and there was a shine to your eyes that was threatening to spill over your waterline. Higgins looked at you and motioned for you to follow him into his office. 

Eddie wished that you would turn and look at him before disappearing into the PrincePAL’s office. He could imagine you turning to look at him for comfort, he’d give you a smile that would put you at ease and a thumbs up. You’d give him another smile and walk in feeling brave. 

Instead it was like you forgot he was there as your figure disappeared behind the heavy wood door that shut with a heavy click. 

Of course Higgins had you come in first, even though Eddie had already been sitting here since the beginning of the period when he’d been called in. 

He was tempted to go over to the door and press his ear up against it to listen in on what he was saying to you but even Janice would scold him for that. So there Eddie sat for another ten minutes as he waited for you to step out again. 

Higgin’s was the one to open the door and let you out of the office, as if he were some gentleman instead of Eddie’s own personal warden five days a week. You walked out and to Eddie’s surprise you gave him a nod and mouthed thank you as you slipped back out the door and into the hallway. 

Eddie’s eyes followed you until he couldn’t see you anymore and it took Higgin’s standing in front of him with folded arms and saying his full government name for Eddie to snap back to reality. 

“Munson. A word about your little flyers?”

“Well, I’d say a picture is worth a thousand words-”

“In my office.”

Eddie didn’t remember much else about that talk, only remembering the white paper flower that had been carelessly tossed into the trash next to Higgin’s desk. 

“He still hasn’t called you?” Steve asked as you, him, and Robin continued your closing routine. The day had been busy, with almost everyone in Hawkins coming to rent a movie for the weekend. Robin was stocking the candy while you wiped down the sticky counter where children had been touching all day. Who’s idea was it to leave out free suckers on the counter anyway?

Oh right, that was your idea because you loved Halloween. 

“Nope.” you said, your voice a little tense. It had been almost two weeks since that night at the Hideout. You hadn’t returned to the dive bar, hoping that Eddie would call you and make the next move. Each passing day you had stayed as close to the phone as possible when you were home and you’d checked your voicemail every day when you got home for any sign that he’d attempted to reach out. 

Nothing. 

You shouldn’t feel this rejected but you did. It was far too early to tell if you had any feelings beyond initial attraction to the guy, but... you’d felt something. An enjoyment of bantering with him and an ease that came as naturally as your friendship with Robin and Steve. 

Plus, you had to admit it, he was really fucking hot. Seeing him play guitar two weeks ago had haunted your dreams and slipped into a few of your fantasies when you were alone. 

You kept that part to yourself though, that was the last thing that Steve or Robin needed to hear. Besides, that was Steve’s job to go far too into detail about his sex life. Steve had tried ribbing you about going home with Eddie but you’d told him that you were a complete gentleman with him. 

That night had left you feeling electrified, almost high as you danced around your room as you got ready for bed. Even as his odd parting rattled around your brain, you couldn’t help but to feel excited at the idea of seeing him again. 

Then a few days went by. Then a week. And now two weeks later you hadn’t heard from him. The kids hadn’t stopped by either so you couldn’t hassle them about Eddie either. Even if they had, you weren’t sure if you could ask about him, you didn’t want to come across as desperate. 

“Did you ever figure out what he meant by ‘five times?’” Robin asked, opening up a squished package of Reese's Cups. “Like, didn’t you say you didn’t know him?”

You threw your hands up before tossing the paper towels you were using to clean in the trash can. 

“I have no idea.” you said. “Either I’m bad at math, he’s bad at math, or maybe we’re both stupid.”

“He did get held back a few times.” Steve muttered to himself. 

“There’s a chance that you two have met before though.” said Robin, “I mean think about it, you’re both weirdos who went to the same school. Shouldn’t you both have bumped into each other before?” 

“You’d think so, but my group kind of kept to ourselves.” you said with a sigh. “We were private weirdos. When I DID try and make other friends-”

“Yeah, yeah, Chris Morrison shot you down.” Steve said, waving his hand. 

“Oh, you heard that story?” you laughed. “I didn’t think I mentioned it to you before.”

Steve gave you a blank stare that only made you laugh more. “I swear you keep talking about that guy more than Eddie. Maybe I should track him down and set you up on a blind date with him instead.” 

“Don’t you dare!” 

“Hey, that could be fun!” Robin added. “We’ll dress you up super hot, set you up with Chris, and then you can turn him down instead!” 

“Excuse you, Robin. I am always super hot.” you declared, straightening out your unflattering Family Video vest. “Who wouldn’t want a piece of this?”

You hadn’t done laundry in a week, and your hair had seen better days. The green polyester vest was wrinkled and if Keith saw you looking sloppy he’d probably have words about it. Not big words or even intimidating words, but words nonetheless. It was night and day compared to how you’d looked at the Hideout and the arcade earlier in the month. But it wasn’t like you had anyone to impress while you were at work anyway. 

“Hey, nerdy chicks can be hot.” Steve said. “I mean, Nancy’s an academic nerd and I was crazy about her.” 

You hummed thoughtfully and turned to Robin. “How about we get married instead?” you asked. “You, me, a fuck ton of cats, and a tax break. What do you say?”

Robin laughed and shook her head. “You aren’t my type.” Her eyes darted nervously to Steve for a split second and you sighed dramatically. 

“Guess it’s just me and the cats I’ll eventually adopt.” you said. “Not even a tax break.” 

“You know, Keith thinks you’re cute-”

“I am going to pretend that you did not just say that, Harrington.” you said firmly. “Nope, not happening. Uh-uh. Absolutely not.” 

“He’s not... that bad?” Robin said, but you could hear the pain in her voice through the laughter. “Methinks the lady doth protest too much.” 

“The lady is trying not to think actually.” you laugh. “We’re closed, I’m actually done thinking. I just wanna finish cleaning up and go home. What’s left?”

“Rewinding the returns,-”

“Ugh.”

“Cleaning up the kids movies,-”

“Ugh.”

“And cleaning the bathroom.”

“UGHHHHHH.” 

“Would you rather clean up the porn room?” asked Robin. 

“Yes actually, I would.” You said. “Whatever they think about doing in that room is what they do end up doing in the bathroom.”

“Gross.”

Steve sighed “Okay, I’ll be the hero and save you ladies from cleaning the bathroom. Robin, you fix the kids section, and you can rewind the tapes.”

“I thought I was in charge here.” You crossed your arms. 

“Okay, did you have a better way to divide and conquer?”

“...No.”

“Then let’s hurry up and-”

Ding!

“Who didn’t lock the door?!” you asked. 

“It was Steve’s job to-” Robin started. 

“Oh, shit. Hi.” Steve was staring at the person who had just walked in. You turned around and your heart jumped in your chest and your stomach dropped. 

“Cursing in front of customers, Harrington?” Eddie said. “Now that’s not very professional of you.”

Robin’s eyes were darting so fast between you and Eddie that you were surprised she wasn’t giving herself vertigo. You tried to give her a pointed glare but your friend either didn’t get the hint or refused to. 

“Well, we’re closed. You can’t be a customer if you can’t pay.” Steve said, putting his hands on his hips. 

Eddie looked away from Steve and made eye contact with you. It had been two weeks since you’d seen him, and you glazed at his arm for a second, trying to see if the faded remains of your phone number were still stamped on his arm. Unfortunately for you he was wearing a heavy leather jacket and you had not yet developed x ray vision. Perhaps in another genre. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” Eddie asked and you, ignoring Steve who looked mildly offended. 

You stood there in shock for a second before Robin nudged you in the rib. 

“I- uh. I have to finish closing.” you said, snapping out of it. 

“Steve and I can handle the rest of closing!” Robin grabbed Steve and shook his shoulder. 

“Guys, I’m literally in charge of you both. I can’t leave before you.” You said, already reaching for your bag under the counter. 

“We can handle it!” Steve said. 

“And I can handle Steve!” Robin added. “We close without you and Keith all the time, remember?”

You could trust Robin, and as long as Steve didn’t knock down any displays then it wouldn’t take them more than another ten minutes to finish up. You were so tempted to turn them down, make Eddie wait as you had waited for him for the past two weeks. 

But you were already stepping behind the counter towards Eddie and tossing the keys to lock up to Robin. Keith would murder you and write you up (in that order) if he knew what you were doing but looking up at the roundest pair of brown eyes you’d ever seen had you in the mood to make questionable choices. 

You shrugged off your vest and tossed it at Steve, in an attempt to make yourself look like you hadn’t spent the whole day dealing with unruly customers and screaming kids. Part of you almost wished that you had agreed to bathroom duty, if only to give you an excuse to look in a mirror and straighten yourself out. 

“Thanks, guys.” you gave them a quick nod, catching sight of Robin’s knowing smirk and Steve shaking his head before walking out the door that Eddie was holding open for you. 

The last thing you heard was the scrambling of the entrance to Family Video being locked. 

Part 7

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[morgana-larkin]

Can you do a chessy fanfic where reader is one if nicks friends and is hella bougiee to the pint where they annoy the hell out if chessy but its enemies to lovers?

Alright so I'll be honest, this fic got away from me and had no idea where this was going. It's mostly fluff with a bit of angst thrown in near the end cause why the hell not? Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Friends?

warnings: swearing, one sexual reference

words: 6.8k

“Hey Chessy.” You say as you see her in the kitchen. She turns to see you and she sighs.

“Y/n, what the hell are you doing here?” She asks you and you smirk.

“Why I’m visiting my friend.” You tell her.

“Then go see Nick and leave me alone.” She says and you turn on your heels and walk away.

You’ve known Nick Parker ever since you moved in right next door a few years ago. That day you went over to greet your neighbours, you met his whole family. His daughter Hallie, his dog Sammy and the nanny Chessy. You and Chessy started off normal after meeting, but the more you came over, the more you began to get on her nerves. 

You come from old money, your father was the CEO of a company and he died a few years ago and left you his entire fortune in his will as your mother wasn’t around and you didn’t have any siblings. You grew up rich and you are currently rich and you act like it and that’s what annoys Chessy. You know it annoys Chessy as she once told you “you’re too bougie to be around.” But that never once stopped you from talking to her every time you come over. And every single time she tells you in some shape or form to get lost.

“So Y/n, how have you been this week?” Nick asks you as you take off your expensive coat and lay it on the couch beside you. 

“Well I went on a date with this one girl, and had dinner with my aunt. Both didn’t go well.” You tell him.

“How come?” Nick asks.

“Did you annoy both of them by being you?” Chessy asks from the kitchen.

“Chess.” Nick warns her. Nick knows that Chessy is annoyed by how you act, and tries to keep the peace between you both.

“Actually Nick.” You say as you turn back around to face him. “The girl was too immature for me and my aunt and I have never liked each other.” You tell him and he nods. “I know what I want in a girlfriend and can never find it.” You tell him and then suddenly you have a bowl shoved in your hands. 

“It’s chili.” You hear Chessy say and take it from her, your hand quickly connecting with hers and she feels soft. She then hands Nick a bowl and then calls for Hallie to come down.

“Thank you Chess.” Nick says and then you turn to face him as you start eating. “What do you want in a partner?” Nick asks you. 

“I want a girl who gets me, one with a sense of humour, who knows who she is and isn’t afraid of being herself. But most importantly I want a girl who wants to be with me for me and not because of my money.” You tell him and he nods. You’re unaware of the fact that you caught Chessy’s attention with the description. She thought you’d want someone to control or someone to take care of you but you don’t. You want someone who can do things by themselves and be themselves. 

“You made Chili?” You all hear and then Hallie comes into view.

“Yep and it’s hot off the stove.” Chessy says with a smile and hands her a bowl.

“Hi Y/n!” Hallie says before she eats.

“Hello Hallie.” You tell her. You’ve never been the best with children as you were never around them growing up and you have no idea how to act around Hallie. You all finish the bowl of chili and then you walk over to Chessy and hand the bowl to her. “That was pretty good.” You tell her and she looks at you in shock.

“Did you actually just give me a compliment?” She asks you and you nod. “Didn’t think that was in your vocabulary.” She says to you and you laugh. 

“Goodbye tiny human.” You tell Hallie and she laughs at your description of her. “I gotta go Nick, but I’ll see you next week.” You tell him before slipping on your coat. 

Next week you start to walk over to the Parker’s residence like always but you didn’t check the weather and it starts raining and you’re closer to the Parker’s residence than your own so you decide to get to their house as fast as possible in your heeled boots. You end up being soaked by the time you get there as it’s pouring and you knock on the door.

“Y/n?” Chessy asks as she opens the door.

“Beautiful day isn’t it?” You ask her and you shiver.

“Come inside.” She tells you. “Stay here.” She says as you stand on the welcome mat, dripping water. 

“Y/n, didn’t think you’d come over as it’s supposed to be pouring the whole day.” Nick says as he sees you and then takes a good look at you. “And it seems that you got caught in it.” He adds and then Chessy comes into view with a couple towels.

“What made you come over here in the rain?” Chessy asks and throws the towels at you.

“I didn’t check the weather before I left.” You admit and Chessy rolls her eyes at you. 

“If you stay in these clothes then you’ll catch a cold.” Chessy says to you and tells you to come with her to her room. “Take off your clothes.” She tells you and you look at her.

“Chessy I don’t like you enough for that.” You tell her and she sighs.

“And the feeling is mutual but I meant take them off and put some other clothes on, dryer ones.” She tells you.

“Oh.” You say and then look down. “I don’t have any other clothes, they’re all at my house.” You tell her and then she goes to her dresser.

“Then I can give you something of mine to wear for now and I’ll put yours in the dryer.”

“It’s dry clean only.” You tell her and she scoffs.

“Of course it is.” She says as you take off the dress you are wearing. “Well you can wear something of mine and just return it next week.” She tells you and you nod. You then take your bra off and you take your underwear off just as Chessy turns around. “Oh!” She says at seeing you completely naked. “I didn’t think you would have already taken your clothes off.” She blurts out and moves her eyes up and down your body.

“Well you said to take them off.” You complain and then wrap a towel around yourself. 

“I did say that. Well you can go in the bathroom to change.” She tells you as she hands you a shirt and pants. “And I’ll go hang these to dry.” She says as she takes your clothes and leaves. You come out of her room in a plain shirt and sweats, your hair still wet and no makeup as you couldn’t save any of it and took it off. “Wow, you look like a person.” Chessy says as soon as she sees you.

“Well I am a person.” You tell her with a scoff. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t combust when you put on cheap clothes.” She teases you and you roll your eyes. 

“You know I’m surprised you aren’t all over me after seeing me naked. I mean I have an amazing body.” You tell her and she rolls her eyes. “Even if you aren’t into women.” You say as you sit on the kitchen island while she makes some food.

“Who says I’m not into women?” She asks you.

“I’ve only heard you going on dates with men.” You tell her.

“Well unlike you, I don’t announce my love life to everyone I see.” She says.

“Do you think I go around doing that?” You ask her as you cross your arms.

“Yes, I mean you do that when you come here.” She simply says.

“That’s because Nick and I are friends and we share things.” You tell her.

“And what about with your other friends? Do you share your love life with them?” 

“I- I don’t have any other friends.” You admit shyly and she turns around to look at you. “Nick is the only friend I have. He doesn’t treat me like he wants my money or to be around me because he wants something from me.” You tell her and she hands you a bowl of soup.

“Eat this, it’ll warm you up.” She tells you and you start eating.

“I’m also not surprised you don’t like me.” You say suddenly and she looks up at you. “I don’t know how to be around normal people or even children.” You say and she shakes her head.

“I’ve noticed that.” She tells you. “Do you want to know?” She asks you and you look up at her.

“Do I want to know what?”

“How to act around people who aren’t rich and around children?” 

“There’s no point in wanting that, no one will bother teaching me.” You tell her and you finish the soup. 

“You like coming here because you have a friend here, but you never stay long.” She says to you.

“Is there a question in there, or just an observation?” 

“Both, how come you don’t stay long if you have no other friends?” She asks you and you shrug.

“I guess because there’s a family here and I don’t want to impose too much or take up too much of your time. Especially since there’s one person in this house who hates me.” You say and she looks at you.

“I never hated you, you irritate and annoy me, yes, but I don’t hate you.” She tells you. “You really thought I hated you?” She asks and you shrug.

“You always tell me in way or another to go fuck myself.” You admit and she snorts. “And I admit that it’s amusing at times, the way I annoy you.” 

“Well you come from money and you act like it. Nick didn’t, he built this business from hard work and he wanted to keep me around because I don’t come from money and thought it would be good for Hallie that way, to grow up balanced. Neither of them act rich like you do.” She tells you and you sigh. You then look at the window and see it’s still pouring.

“I don’t think you’re escaping any time soon.” She tells you. “And you don’t have to leave, especially since it’s a 20 minute walk back to your house and don’t want you getting sick.” She says and then leaves to another part of the house. 

You settle yourself on the couch and just sit there, not knowing what else to do.

“Hey Y/n!” You hear and look up to see Hallie and Sammy there.

“Hi Hallie.” You say, a bit nervous.

“Why are you sitting here by yourself?” She asks you.

“Because I have nothing else to do.” You tell her. “I can’t go home due to the storm.” You say and point to the window.

“Want to play with me and Sammy?” She offers.

“Play what?” 

“Fetch.” She says and then she throws a ball across the room and Sammy runs to get it and then he brings it back to her. Hallie takes the ball from his mouth and gives it to you. Chessy comes back in the room with a duster and wipes and sees the interaction. You grab the ball with your index finger and thumb and throw it quickly. You then wipe your hand on the clothes.

“It's slobbery.” You complain and Hallie laughs.

“That’s because it was in his mouth.” She tells you as Sammy brings the ball back. Hallie throws the ball again and Sammy runs after it. 

“Is there anything else to do?” You ask her and she thinks about it.

“I have this new camera, wanna see?” She asks and you nod.

“Sure, why not.” You tell her and she runs upstairs.

“Did you not have pets growing up?” You hear and turn to see Chessy there, wiping the counters clean.

“No, it was just me and my dad. And of course the maids and my teachers.” 

“What about friends? Didn’t any of your friends have pets?” She asks.

“You have to have friends for that to happen.” You tell her.

“You didn’t make any friends at school?” 

“I was homeschooled.” You tell her.

“So that’s why you don’t know how to interact with people.” She says and you nod.

“I wish I went to a school, so that I would have had the chance to make friends.”

“How come you didn’t ask your dad to send you to school?” She asks you.

“I did, he said that school wasn’t good enough for me.” You tell her and then Hallie comes down the stairs with her camera. 

Hallie goes into an explanation of the camera and you do your best to pay attention. What you don’t notice is Chessy looking at you, almost curiously.

A few hours later you’re on the couch, having a conversation with Nick when the phone rings.

“If you’ll excuse me, I've been waiting for this phone call all day and I’ll take it upstairs.” He tells you and you nod.

“Y/n.” You hear and you turn to see Chessy, leaning a hand on the counter and she’s looking at you. “Why don’t you come and help me make dinner?” She offers and you furrow your brows.

“I don’t know how to cook.” You tell her and she smiles.

“I figured, come on and I’ll teach you something to make.” She tells you. “It’s either that or wait for like half an hour until he comes back.” She adds on and you then get up and go to the kitchen. 

“So where’s the aprons?” You ask her and she looks at you.

“Do you ever see me wearing an apron?” She asks you.

“I never really look at you cooking.” You tell her. “My cook wears an apron, so she doesn’t get her uniform dirty.” You tell her.

“Well I don’t wear aprons and I don’t care if you get my clothes dirty.” She says. “I can just wash them.” She adds on and then she gets a knife out.

“You didn’t bring me here to murder me did you?” You ask her and she laughs.

“No, if I wanted to murder you then there’s better ways, ways where I don’t get caught.” She teases you with and you smile.

“Why are you asking me to help you cook? I thought you’d want to stay as far away from me as possible.” You tell her.

“You’re actually a decent person when you’re not trying to act like a rich one.” She tells you and she washes a pepper. “Now I’ll warn you that you’ll get your hands a bit dirty.” She says and you look at her and then look at your hands. “And you’ll also have to wash your hands first.” She adds on and you go to the sink to wash them. “Ok, what I need you to do is simple, just want to cut up these peppers.” She tells you and you look at her. “Any questions?”

“How do you cut up a pepper?” You ask her and she looks at you.

“Are you serious right now?” She says and you nod. She rolls her eyes and then shows you how to cut up a pepper. You then take over and continue cutting it up just how she showed you, while she continues doing everything else. “Were you not taught basic life skills when you were homeschooled?” She asks you and you shake your head.

“Just academic stuff, you know stuff that I don’t remember how to do anymore or don’t remember learning.” You say and she laughs. “And my teachers weren’t really hands-on teachers so I never got shown anything.” You say. “And that’s how I learn the best.” You add on and she looks at you.

“Sounds like you had a bit of a rough childhood.” She tells you and you look at her.

“I don’t know, I don’t really have anything to compare it to.” 

“Well I grew up with 2 siblings, one older and one younger and we were crazy children. Always getting up to things we shouldn’t but we had a lot of fun. We went outside and went to playgrounds, parks, fields. And we played games or sports together. Our parents also tied a tire on a tree branch and we used to play on that. Like we’d push each other on it and we’d go higher and higher.” She tells you. “We had a couple of friends growing up as we went to school and we’d hang out together.” She adds on and you look at her. “My mom taught me and my siblings how to cook and clean. My dad taught us how to repair something that’s broken.” 

“That sounds nice.” You tell her.

“We didn’t grow up rich though.” She tells you.

“Honestly from what you just told me, I’d rather grow up the way you did.” You tell her.

“You’re just saying that because you have money.” 

“True, I do have money, but I’m also alone.” You say and you wipe away a tear quickly, hoping Chessy didn’t see it. She didn’t see the tear but she noticed you wiping something near your eye and figured it out. 

“Look hon.” She says and you look at her. “You irritate and annoy the hell out of me but, if you want and I can’t believe I’m saying this, I can be your friend as well.” She tells you and you stare at her.

“Is this some trick?” You ask and she tilts her head. “No one offers to be my friend, let alone someone that gets annoyed by just being around me.” You tell her and she sighs.

“I’m being serious, I’m starting to understand why you are the way that you are.” She tells you. “You’re pretty open about your life.”

“Well no one bothers to ask me about my life.” You say.

“I can be your friend but I warn you, I’m usually doing something so you’d have to do things with me.” She tells you.

“Like what?”

“Well next weekend I’m doing some gardening as the weather is warming up. I go to the market on Sunday mornings, I clean around the house, I take care of Hallie and I cook.” She tells you.

“And how do you have time to date?” You ask her and she chuckles.

“I don’t have a lot of time but Nick says he can take over some of my work if I have a date.” She tells you. 

“How do you start cutting up a pepper again?” You ask her and she looks at your poor attempt. She goes over and takes the knife and the pepper from you.

“You cut off the end of it. And then you stick it on the edge at the top and cut a circle,  then take the head off and scrap the seeds out.” She explains while showing you. 

The two of you finish making dinner together and then she calls everyone to come and eat. While eating you all notice the rain stops and then they look at you. You can’t help but feel like you overstayed your welcome and you go to get up.

“What are you doing?” Chessy asks you.

“Well the rain stopped.” You tell her.

“You didn’t finish your dinner.” She tells you and then you sit back down and continue eating.

After dinner, Chessy gets your clothes and hands them to you in a bag as they’re still wet. You then thank everyone for letting you stay there for the day and then you leave. 

The next day you show up at the house bright and early and knock on the door. Chessy opens it up and is surprised to see you here.

“What are you doing here?” She asks and you hand her the clothes you borrowed yesterday. “Oh well thank you but you could have waited until next weekend.” She says as she takes the clothes from you.

“Well I also wanted to ask if I can go to the market with you today?” You ask her and she looks at you.

“Why?” 

“You said we could be friends.” You tell her. “If that offer still stands.” You say and she smiles at you.

“The offer is still there, I was actually about to get ready to go there.” She tells you and invites you in. 

“Hey Y/n, what are you doing back so soon?” Nick asks when he sees you.

“I was just dropping off the clothes that Chessy let me borrow yesterday and I’m going to the market with her.” You tell him and he looks at Chessy confused.

“I don’t understand it either.” She tells him and then she puts her shoes on and you both leave. She drives you both to the market and she walks around to the stalls that sells fresh produce and buys a few things from each one.

“Would you like to buy anything?” One of the farmers asks you and you look at the items. 

“Umm.” You say and Chessy smiles at you.

“It won’t kill you to buy something from here, why not buy an apple or some blueberries to snack on.” She suggests.

“But they look dirty.” You tell her.

“That’s why you wash them.” She says like it’s obvious. 

“I’ll take some strawberries.” You tell them and they nod then get a bucket of strawberries out and you take your wallet out. 

“That’ll be $10.” He tells you and you hand him a 20.

��You can keep the change.” You say and then take your strawberries after he thanks you.

“Wow, trying to be nice to people?” She asks you and you look at her.

“Maybe trying to make a good impression for a friend.” You say and she smiles.

“And why would you try to do that?” 

“Well how do you impress a friend?” You ask her.

“It’s not about money and impressing people.” She tells you. “It’s about being there and being able to rely on each other.” She explains to you. “And also enjoying each other’s company.” 

“Do you have any friends?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“In my life I basically just have Nick, Hal and Sammy.” She tells you. “But I’m ok with that, they’re my family.” She says as you reach another stall.

“Hi Chessy.” You both hear and turn around to see a girl heading to you both.

“Oh hi Amanda.” She says and you see a faint blush appear on Chessy’s cheeks.

“Are we still on for our date next Saturday?” She asks her and you furrow your eyebrows.

“Yep, of course.” Chessy tells her and she and Amanda chat for a little bit while you go and look at something at another stall. “Hey sorry about that.” Chessy says as she comes up next to you.

“It’s alright.” You tell her. “So a date with a girl?” You ask her and she nods.

“I met her last month and we started talking. Last week she asked me out.” She says and you nod. 

“She seems like the complete opposite of you.” You tell her.

“Well I’m not trying to date myself.” She says to you. “Are you ready to go back? I got everything I need.” She says and you nod.

“Yep, I got my strawberries.” You say and hold them up.

“I didn’t know you were someone that would like strawberries.” She says and you shrug.

“Well I like something sweet, and strawberries are sweet.” You say and she smiles.

“They are.” She says as you make it to the car. “I’ll drop you off at home first, that way you don’t have to walk back.” She tells you and you nod.

“How do you wash strawberries?” You ask her. “I mean I could just get my cook to do it for me but if I wanted to do it myself.” You tell her and she happily explains to you how to wash them. She drops you off at your house before she says goodbye and continues on back to the ranch.

Next weekend you make your way there and you notice Chessy outside doing some gardening.

“Need some help?” You ask her and she looks at you.

“Not in that outfit you’re not.” She says and you look down at your pantsuit.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?” You ask her. “I thought I looked good in it.” You say.

“You do but it’s too expensive to get dirt on it.” She tells you. “ And I’m sure like all your other clothes, it’s dry clean only.” She adds and you bite your bottom lip. 

“Well you’re not wrong about that.” You tell her and she wipes her hands.

“Do you really want to help or just keep me company?” She asks you.

“I can do either one, how about you decide.” You tell her.

“Come follow me, I’ll give you some proper clothes to wear for gardening.” She says and you follow her inside and to her room.

“I’m getting major Deja vu, from last week when you saw me naked.” You tell her and she laughs.

“I did apologize for that.” She says and you raise an eyebrow at her.

“You actually didn’t but I do look good with or without clothes so I wasn’t expecting an apology.” You say and flip your hair.

“You really are something.” She says and throws some clothes at you.

“Ah!” You say as they hit you in the face.

“Get dressed and I’ll meet you back outside.” She tells you and goes to leave.

“You sure you don’t want to stay and see me naked again?” You ask her and she looks at you and sees your smirk.

“I’ll meet you outside.” She tells you.

“Tough crowd.” You say and she leaves the room after shaking her head. You missed the slight blush that shows up on Chessy’s cheeks as she remembers what you look like without any clothes on and she takes a deep breath before going back outside. 

You show up in a light denim shirt and khakis on and you put your hands on her hips.

“I look ridiculous. They don’t even go together.” You tell her and she cocks an eyebrow at you.

“You're wearing my clothes.” She reminds you.

“Ya but you can pull this off, they look really good on you.” You tell her.

“I don’t even know if that's an insult or a compliment.” She says to you.

“It’s a compliment.” You tell her as you sit down next to her. “So where’s your gardening gloves?” You ask her.

“Don’t wear them.” She tells you.

“You don’t wear an apron or gardening gloves. Anything you do wear to protect yourself?” You ask her and she smirks before answering.

“Well I made sure to use condoms when having sex with a man.” She says and you snap your head up at her.

“You seriously did not go there.” You say and playfully shove her shoulder.

“I hope you’re not a prude.” She says and you shake your head.

“No, my teachers didn’t shy away from teaching me about sex.” You tell her.

“Have you ever had sex?” She asks and you look down.

“Not with a girl.” You tell her and she looks at you. “Only with a man and I didn’t enjoy it.” You tell her.

“Well I wouldn’t think you’d enjoy it if you’re only into girls.” She tells you. “Ok what you can do is grab a plant from there and place it in a hole that I’ll make.” 

“So I’m placing something in a hole?” You say and she nods. “Sounds oddly sexual.” You say and she laughs.

“You’re no better than I am.” She says as she starts digging. You place the first plant and you watch as she starts placing dirt around the plant and patting it to make sure it stays there. You place the second one and you fill the hole exactly how she did it with the first one and she watches as you do exactly the way she did. “You really do learn by being shown and quickly too.” She tells you and you shrug.

“Y/n I didn’t know you were here, and that you and Chessy get along now.” You hear Nick say as he comes out with Hallie.

“We’re friends now.” You tell him. “It was offered by Chessy, much to my surprise.” You tell him and Chessy snorts.

“I was just as surprised as you.” She says.

“Well I’m just going horseback riding with Hallie. We’ll be back in time before you leave for your date Chess.” He tells her and she nods. 

You completely forgot that Chessy had a date tonight and that thought actually makes you upset and you don’t know why. 

“Everything alright?” She asks you when she sees that you’re distracted by something.

“Ya I’m fine.” You say and place another plant in the next hole. 

You stay there helping Chessy garden until she has to get ready for her date and that’s when you leave to go back home. The next day you come back and offer to go back to the market with her.

“Did you have too much fun last week?” Chessy teases you with and you chuckle.

“I guess it felt nice, it felt normal.” You tell her and then she takes a look at your outfit.

“What’s with your outfit? You’re wearing jeans and a plaid shirt?” She asks confused. 

“I saw some people wearing it last week and thought about trying it.” You tell her and you both walk to her car. 

“Can I try something?” She asks and you nod. She undoes the bottom button of your plaid shirt and then ties the ends together. “There, that looks better.” She says and you look at it. 

She gets to the market and you ask her about the date when she’s looking at the produce.

“It was good, we’re going out again next Saturday.” She tells you and you feel a knot in your stomach. “It’s in the afternoon so I won’t be here when you come over, it’ll be you, Nick, Hal and Sammy.” She tells you and you nod.

“Well thank god cause I needed a break from you.” You joke and try not to laugh but fail as soon as she looks at you. 

The next weekend you decide not to go to the ranch and just stay busy at your house.

“Don’t you usually go out at this time?” Your maid asks you.

“Yes but I don’t want to right now.” You and your maid Kate have been friends for a few years as she started working for your father and then you hired her when he passed away.

“You’ve been spending a lot of time over there lately, someone special?” She asks as she starts dusting the living room.

“No one.” You tell her and look down.

“Liar.” She says and you look at her. “Who is she?” She asks you and you sigh. “Come on, you tell me about all the other girls.” She presses. “Why don’t you want to tell me about this one?”

“Because she’s currently on a date with another girl and has zero interest in me.” You tell her. “How do you know she has no interest in you?” 

“Because up until 2 weeks ago she basically hated me.” You tell her.

“Are you talking about the nanny, Chessy?” She asks and you nod. “Didn’t think you’d develop feelings for her.” She tells you and you sigh.

“Neither did I.”

“Although you have been doing new stuff out of nowhere, does she have something to do with it?”

“What stuff?”

“You brought home strawberries and cleaned them yourself, you offered to help cook a few times and actually been talking to the other maid and the cook. You also asked if we could start a garden and offered to help plant the flowers. Last week you wore jeans and a plaid shirt willingly.” She tells you.

“I guess she does have something to do with it.” You say. You spend the day keeping close to Kate as she cleans around the house and she doesn’t mind the company. 

*Back at the ranch*

“I’m back home!” Chessy says as she takes her shoes off and Nick greets her from the couch. 

“Nice to see another face again, instead of a snout.” He tells her and she looks at him.

“Did Y/n not come by?” She asks him and he shakes his head.

“I thought that’s who you were hanging out with.” He admits.

“No, I was on a date with that girl from last week.” She tells him.

“I gotta start remembering as you have more of a social life now.” He tells her jokingly and she smiles. She goes to start cooking and also wonders why you didn’t come over as you usually do to hang out with Nick.

The next day Chessy looks at the clock and figures you’d be here any minute to go to the market with her. She finishes getting ready and about 10 minutes later she realises you’re still not here. She then goes to the market by herself. She doesn’t have as much fun as she’s had with you and wonders if you have plans. 

Next Saturday she notices you haven’t shown up again and she goes to your house.

“Can I help you?” Kate asks as she opens the door.

“Is Y/n home?” She asks her.

“No she’s out with someone.” She tells Chessy. “Want me to tell her you stopped by?” 

“Um, that’s not necessary. Just wanted to make sure she was ok as I haven’t seen her for a couple of weeks.” She says.

“Do you live at the Parker residence?” Kate asks her and she nods.

“Yes I’m the nanny, Chessy.” 

“Oh you’re Chessy, I’ve heard about you.” Kate asks her and Chessy looks at her confused.

“Y/n and I are pretty close as we’ve known each other for years.”

“She told me she doesn’t have any friends.” 

“Her father taught her not to befriend maids so she doesn’t use that term even though we are friends.” Kate explains.

“Do you know if she’ll be coming tomorrow?” She asks Kate.

“I probably wouldn’t count on it.” 

“Why?” 

“I don’t know, she doesn’t seem interested in going to your place anymore.” She tells her with a shrug.

“Oh I guess she’s too rich and annoying for us.” Chessy says and then leaves.

“I don’t understand why you don’t want to see her anymore.” Kate tells you as you were hiding behind the door.

“Because she’s getting along with another girl and going on dates with her.

“And she stopped by to make sure you were ok.” She tells you.

“So? That’s just who she is, she’s a nanny. Of course she’ll make sure the people she knows are ok.” You say to her.

“How about we go to the market tomorrow?” Kate offers. You can look at some new jewelry, that usually makes you feel better.” She adds.

“Chessy goes to the market on Sundays.”

“Ya but she only looks at the produce which is on the other side.” She tells you and you sigh.

“Ok, I guess it wouldn’t hurt.” You say and she smiles.

“Perfect, now quit moping.” She tells you and then leaves to do the housework.

Tomorrow morning you go with Kate to the market and you stop and look at some of the jewelry stalls. You stop paying attention to where you’re going and forget that you’re trying to avoid Chessy which happens to be a mistake.

“Y/n?” You hear and you look up to see Chessy there with a bag of produce. You shoot Kate a glare who smiles and walks away.

“Hi Chessy.” You say and then turn to look at more jewelry.

“I haven’t seen you in awhile.” She says and you close your eyes for a couple seconds before turning to look at her. “Your maid said that you have no interest in coming over anymore, is there a reason?” She asks you and you shake your head.

“Just happened.” You tell her.

“I thought you liked coming over to hang out with Nick and everyone.”

“It was.” You tell her and then go to walk away. Chessy grabs a hold of your arm and you turn around to look at her. “Can I have my arm back?” 

“What’s going on with you? You seem different, you seem…distant.” She tells you. 

“I’m the same me I’ve always been, too rich and annoying for anyone.” You tell her and she looks at you confused. “I mean that’s what you think right?” 

“How do you know I said that?” She asks you.

“Cause I was right behind the door.” You confess to her and she furrows her eyebrows.

“Why didn’t you want to talk to me? I was just checking to make sure you were ok.” 

“Because I don’t want to see you anymore.” You tell her.

“Why not?” She presses and you go to walk away but she still has your arm.

“Let go of me.” You tell her.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on with you?”

“Why do you care?” You snap at her. “It’s not like you really care about me.” You say.

“I do care about you, we’re friends.” 

“Ya, well not anymore.” You tell her and she lets go of your arm.

“Why not?” She asks, a bit hurt.

“Because I have a crush on you.” You admit and then your eyes widen when you realise what you just said.

“What?” She asks, surprised by your confession. 

“I have to go.” You say and you run away to your car and Kate runs after you. Chessy stands there in the market, rooted in place by your confession until she starts running after you. She sees you about to get in a car and she calls out to you.

“Y/N! Wait!” She yells and it gets your attention. You’re about to go in the car when Kate pushes you out and Chessy catches up with you. “Y/n.” She starts as she catches her breath.

“Chessy, you don’t have to say anything.” You tell her and then go to get in the car.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” She blurts out and you freeze.

“What?” 

“Do you want to go out with me?” She asks again.

“Are you being serious or just asking?” You ask her.

“I’m being serious.” She tells you and you look at her.

“But I thought you were going out with that other girl.” You tell her.

“Well if you came by any time during the past 2 weeks you’d know that there was never a third date.” She tells you.

“How come?”

“Didn’t feel a spark.” She tells you. “Wait, were you jealous?” She asks and you shake your head.

“Of course not.” 

“She was.” Kate says and you glare at her.

“You zip it, you’re the one that insisted we come today.” You tell her sternly.

“Because you were being all depressing, I had to do something.” Kate says and you sigh. You then turn back around to face Chessy and she immediately pulls you in and kisses you. 

You feel a lot of different emotions going through you from just one kiss and you don’t know which one you should feel. When she pulls back you whimper at the loss of contact and she giggles. 

“Are you free tomorrow?” You ask her,

“Depends what for.” She tells you.

“Well if you also felt a spark from that kiss then I wouldn’t mind taking you out on a date.” You tell her.

“I’m free at 7 tomorrow, don’t be late.” She tells you and then she turns around to go back to shopping.

“Are you kidding, go help her, offer to carry the bags.” Kate tells you and you snap out of the euphoria you hit and run after her.

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[thecarrionwitch]

So for you dark and baneful witches... As one of you, I have a question:

As someone on this field of the craft I'm sure I know my answer and the answers I'll receive but I guess I just need to hear what others think before I fully stick my hand into the situation.

So a 'sibiling' of mine has started living with us again after 6 months of leaving because he had a big freak out and broke a lot of things in my room. The room that I hadn't been able to stay in because of how bad my current disability was at the time.

Up until his blow up he had tried playing in my face, acting like he cared and like he was nice, even going to my hospital room a few times when I was in it.

I made this post before but I broke a handful of my gods and goddesses statues, drew on a hanging thing of mine, threw away some of my tossing bones and called me useless and a liar for the sexual abuse I went through by another 'sibiling'... Called me a liar when before everything he acted like he understood.

I know, realistically the gods and goddesses support this choice if I go with it which I'm sure I will because I hate the energy in the house these days. And it's a familiar energy, the type where you feel like you have to walk on eggshells or you'll get hurt.

To add to his case he's:

Fatphobic (calling me names and stuff knowing good and well my disability was the thing literally at fault for me not being able to work out or anything like that. Also being fatphobic to the brother that I do care about that lives here that is on the spectrum and chubby as well but works as hard as he can. He was fatphobic to him while also taking money from him which made it hard for the good sibling to have any money left over for himself.)

Verbally and mentally abusive (when he's in a really bad mood and we got into an altercation before he left six months ago where the police was called because of all the shouting and he didn't hit me but I definitely feel like he wanted to.)

Manipulative (in many fashions from playing nice to making sure he doesn't split poles with his 22 y/o gf. He's 33... Do I need to explain more?? Considering I'm 21 I find the relationship really weird and considering his baby momma is fat I find it also weird asf that he's fatphobic, especially when he was shaped like a bowling ball in his highschool years and I mean bigger than me or my good brother.

Possibly abusive to animals. (There was a time where my fear was so bad over him that he was scaring my dog with my motorized wheelchair. I was scared to say anything but I didn't like it..) I feel like he's never really liked the dog but that was the punching point.

Rape apologist - in total I have four siblings. The eldest is the one I have an issue with, him and the one younger than him who spent years physically, mentally and sexually abusing me. It took so many years for me to say ANYTHING and when he had his blow up on me he called me a liar even though I've talked about it and I'm covered in sh scars from the mental drainage.

And honestly this is just a small list of what he's done to me RECENTLY. within a year, less than a year.

I made a notes thing for doing some baneful magick to get him out of here and away from this house for good. I know I am but am I justified in doing magick against him? Would you??

I put that last answer there for giggles but yeah. Vote guys. Please and Thank you.

[stormcrow513]

Hey been awhile,

Around a year ago I wrote a vent post about how the crappy neighbors were moving out and king fuckface decided to take one last crap on us,

He'd had some guy mow down all their weeds then he walked around spraying poison aka weed killer all over the whole property,

which do to dickery and bribes to town counsel might as well be planted in my backyard,

The only space I can let my dogs pee,

I am so fucking sensitive to poison I got sick, ma got sick all my dogs were sick,

Bailey my oldest beautiful girl looked like it was going to kill her,

I ranted on here poured my grief and hate out,

Some of y'all saw me sent love back to me and prayers for my Bae,

And she started kicking it she was recovering,

I updated y'all and you were glad to hear it,

one of you even dm'd me later to ask if she was still recovering and I'd been able to reply a happy positive,

Which is why I felt like I had to come on here and let you know

Bailey died today,

And to thank you again for those prayers

I got one more year with her,

She was so amazing she stole one of my mas stuffed bears after like a day with us and would suck on it, she then stole two more, and would not except any additional bears we tried to give her, nope those were here three she stole them herself,

I taught her to jump into my arms,

She watched me squint at the TV and then started squinting her eyes at me,

She would get pissed off if you called her a dog, she was not a dirty dog she was a fur person

I could go on forever,

She was a tough fucking bitch we had to put her down because she absolutely refused to go,

she was fighting death every step,

I'm sure Deaths down a few fingers dragging her across the rainbow bridge while she claws and screams every obscenity I ever taught her,

While I have you,

some of you might remember me talking about the three sibling cats I'd gotten as kittens how the brother Ares had passed in 2019 then Shy decided to go out on the same day as the queen as was Shy right little Drama Queen,

Then it was just Mittens and she started to go down hill was losing interest in food so we got her a kitty I named Circe,

Well Mittens spited herself back to health cause fuck you kitten, and managed kept going through to the beginning of this year and then she just couldn't go on, she curled up in the worst fucking spot so I had to frag her body out after feeling that she was gone,

Like I said absolutely a spiteful shit,

I miss her so much, she loved being held like a baby, she acted more like a dog then a cat, she liked to sit on my shoulder, I have a scar on my shoulder where she got a claw stuck in it one time,

and she loved it when I had long hair shed get up high behind me after I'd showered and comb my hair with her claws,

As I was showering off the pee and poop after cleaning up,

I thought about writing this and ending it here with some kinda sign off,

but as I sat there my mind turning with the sear bullshit that not just this week but my entire fucking life's been,

My brain turned and raged,

You know I love animals way more then I like humans, while I do feel love and empathy towards humanity there are days like today where it's a hard thing and an easy thing,

because I read about Neil Gaiman sexualy assaulting women yesterday which makes me so sick,

But the vet that put down Bailey was so fucking kind,

I joke to people that I was raised by dogs,

It's not really a joke,

My ma has been the only human to truly love me,

My sperm donor Dennis is an absolute abusive joke of a human being whose still fucking alive and I have to live with him

My oldest sister is dead and while I think she loved me a bit she never watched out for me

And my second sister beat me, raped me, gaslit me fucking constantly, the real deal not the way people incorrectly use that word, and almost killed me a lot,

Ma worked constantly, still does, she is only now (as I'm beginning to talk about things) finding out just how often I was left to my own supervision,

But Lady and Tramp

And yes we had two dogs named Lady (German shepherd) and Tramp (husky/wolf)

They, took care of me Tramp even more reared me like I was his own,

I tussled and played with their puppies, grew up beside them

Watched Lady die when I was 7,

Rusty one of their babies my big brother ma and I buried together when I was 5 After Dennis threw rat poison around the house to kill the mice and killed Rusty

I watched Corky die and then Trampy and Sammy and then Rusty and Sammy's boy Socks

They were my family

Every dog and cat I've had has been my family,

And thinking about them all today

Thinking about this world we're all living in,

Something I want to say

There is no overarching Justice

No grand moment where evil men or women are struck down by righteous gods

Maybe that shit happened or maybe they were stories I don't fucking know I wasn't alive back then I'm alive now

And now, there are no saviors

There is just me, just you

And the choices we make

Martin Luther King Jr said something about how the long arch of history bends towards justice,

But he and people like him bent it towards justice with their bare hands and their very lives,

All we have achieved for justice for equality have been done by mortal living hands

And we cannot fucking give up

Don't listen to those people telling you it's hopeless that the world is evil

The world is beautiful

The stars, the rainbows, the thunder and lightning, the frogs so small they can sit on a finger nail, the mountains, mouse, geese, the castles and pyramids the things our ancestors created, ect

Hell the bit of plastic and wires and weird rock you are reading this on, isn't that cool,

Yeah there's downsides to it we need to figure out how to do it better,

We need to figure out how to do it better.

All of it.

And we will,

because we always do.

So don't listen to the people that say to give up that it's to late,

Just because they've given up doesn't mean you have to

I'm hurting I'm going to hurt for the rest of my life,

But I would not take a minute of it back not a moment,

My life has been full of pain but also full of love,

I wanted to die for a time, a long time,

But there is so much in this world to love,

I want to live,

I want to keep falling in love over and over again,

In love with animals,

the ones I adopted into my family

ones a half a world away,

Fucking platypus the most animal to animal,

The rain every fucking time it hits my roof or my head,

I hope I'll get a chance to fall in love romantically one day but I'm ok if I don't there's so much else to love,

And I'm going to fight The Fight for the rest of my life because all these things I love are worth fighting for,

I'm not in a position right now to do the things I want to but,

I can do some things,

I can do ofwoodandbones lost dog spell to help strangers get their lost pets back, which I've successfully done more then once,

I collect cans and recycle

I pour stale water out on plants rather then down the drain,

I planted a bunch of plants in my backyard bees fucking love

I vote, I vote smart and don't throw my vote away for a false sense of moral superiority,

So

Find something to love to love it hard and do what you can to protect it,

Doesn't matter what,

Everything matters,

Love shit, protect it,

Don't give up,

To all y'all who are my allies in The Fight,

May the great Titan Witch light your way, may you find your path or make one, may you love and be loved, may your body be strong enough to hold your spirit

[dnd-shenanigans-ensue]

The Dog Dies at the End

Cassandra Blackwater Character Sheet

Warnings: Conversations about torture, sibling abuse, animal abuse, and animal death

A/N: This is a scene between my PC Cassandra and another PC, Markus we didn't get to play out, but talked about outside of game.

Some context for this, Cassandra entered the campaign later with the instructions from her patron to steal a ring from Strahd and to kill Markus. As always, there were some complications to this plan, namely a shared illusion that transformed into each party member's personal hell. This prompted some impromptu trauma bonding between Markus and Cassandra, and the party as a whole.

If you're curious to know more, let me know! I've been thinking of writing summaries of each of the session and sharing them here.

Summary: Cassandra and Markus have a much needed conversation about brothers, devils and dead dogs.

Word Count: 3.0K

Cassandra didn’t remember her dream when she awoke, but she could take a decent guess. Her hands stung, nails still embedded in the frozen dirt and fallen snow. She imagined the chilled air was the only thing to keep the usual sweat from covering her entire body. Her heart raced, but she had the satisfaction of not feeling any strain in her throat. A quick look around the camp confirmed the rest; she hadn’t screamed this time. 

Ashe and Freedom were curled by the now dead fire. Tessa sat upright beside them, the distant look in her eyes indicating she was deep into her trance. Almira’s body lay a distance away, the cloth and coins still placed over her eyes. Considering where they were, she took it as a blessing. 

“Surprised to see you up early.”

She turned over, not as surprised to see Markus sitting beside her, fully awake and clearly not happy about it. 

“I’ve always been a light sleeper,” she said, straightening herself up. “Should we wake the others?”

He shook his head. “Leave ‘em be. I think Tessa only just started sleeping a few hours ago.”

Cassandra bit back the urge to correct him. It was too early to debate the difference between sleep and an elven trance. 

Giving him a quick once over, she noted his dress, specifically the armor and sheathed dagger. 

“Going somewhere?” she asked. 

He shrugged. “Just to get more firewood. Since you’re up, I could use the extra hand.” 

She raised a skeptical eyebrow. It was plain enough just by looking at her, her hands were not built for scavenging. Markus has proven time and time again he was not just able to go off on his own, but preferred it. He wasn’t exactly subtle. 

“Well, luckily for you, I have two to spare,” she purred. 

“As do I,” a very different voice interrupted. 

Cassandra’s attention turned to Steel Defender sitting an awkward distance away. Markus in turn rolled his eyes. 

“I need someone who’s strong.”

“I’m strong,” the robot said, indignantly. 

“Who has opposable thumbs then.” 

Steel Defender raised one of its pincers as if just noticing it had hands. 

“That’s discriminatory.” 

“How about you just follow along,” Cassandra stepped in, already seeing the steam rising out of Markus’ ears. 

The robot gave an annoyed huff. “I can do more than just follow after you.” 

Markus mumbled something likely unpleasant under his breath. “Fine, whatever, let’s just go.” 

He straightened to his feet and then did something wholly unexpected; he offered his hand. 

Instinct told her to refuse, years of practiced social grace compelled her to accept. 

She braced herself as her hand pressed against his. It burned, as it always did. Panic spiked into her chest as she willed her body not to flinch away. Every callus and cut scraped against her skin like broken glass. 

It only lasted a few seconds, just enough time for her to get to her feet. If he noticed the swiftness in which she pulled her hand away, he didn’t say anything. 

Silently, they moved out of the circle Cassandra had placed around camp the night before. The only sound that could be heard was of their own feet over freshly fallen snow. 

She had the impression it had been coming down in gentle drifts for sometime, but never piled more than an inch from the ground.  Like the sun behind the darkened sky, time didn’t seem to touch this place. 

A chill worked its way through her as she pulled her coat just a little tighter. Strahd’s hold over Barovia was not worth dwelling on. The immediate question of Markus and why she was out here was. 

“Determined little fellow, isn’t he,” she said, nodding back toward Steel Defender. 

“Sure,” Markus grumbled. “Wasn’t so bad until he started to talk.”

“I heard that.”

“Well try not to,” he snapped, before turning back to Cassandra.“Sorry about…that.” 

“It’s quite alright, although I do want the story of how he became your keeper.” 

He shifted awkwardly, his hand rubbing against his scruff in what she could only assume was a nervous habit. “Yeah, ah, that’s a bit of why I asked you out here. I figured we needed to talk.”

“Do we?” 

He narrowed his eyes slightly before glancing down at her hands. “Have a peaceful night’s rest then?”

She looked down, and saw just how embedded the dirt beneath her nails were. 

A shared memory passed between them, her nails digging into flesh, her mouth tasting of iron and barely repressed bile as her vision blurred red, before being forced back down as she slid her hands deep into her pockets. 

“Well enough under the circumstances,” she dismissed.

“Was it your brother?” he asked. He was gentle about it, clearly not trying to push her. It only made it worse. 

“I don’t recall. Statistically speaking it’s likely.” 

There was a pause. She didn’t look at him, but she could feel him searching for the next word. 

“Is that what you wanted to talk about?” she prompted.

“No…We’ve had this conversation before. At least I think we did, at the windmill.”

She stopped, finally catching his eye. “You think we did?” 

“Yes,” Steel Defender interjected. “You came up to Markus asking about everyone in the party. He then asked about you. You said “alright, honesty then”.  You then informed him how somebody used to tear you apart and put you back together over and over again, until you met someone who could get you out. He then called you a fool. You then–”

“Yeah, thanks,” Markus cut off. It was hard to tell given his green skin, but Cassandra swore for a moment he was blushing. 

“I believe this warrants a private conversation,” she said before turning to the faithful follower. “I assume your orders were not to let Markus out of your sight.”

“Correct,” Steel Defender said.

“A compromise then. You go as far away as you can while keeping us in sight and stay there until we come and get you.” 

It stared at her for a moment. She could all but hear the gears turning as it worked out if this technicality interfered with its programming. 

“What am I supposed to do in the meantime?” it asked, the conclusion it came to clearly not to its satisfaction. 

“Whatever you did before, I imagine.”

The robot didn’t say anything, but did as ordered, rolling off to an acceptable distance. 

She glanced back at Markus, his expression an odd mix of relief and trepidation. She could hardly blame him. If her own experience was any indication, she doubted he had a moment truly alone with another person since arriving in Barovia. 

She could kill him now. 

It would be easy, wouldn’t it? She could slit his throat, blast the little nuisance and come back to the group with some story about being attacked. 

One of the werewolves came out of the woods. Vampires. Ghouls. Strahd. Gods only knew there were plenty of things out here ready to kill them. 

She didn’t even need to go back. She wouldn’t have to go into the temple. Victor could remain dead and in the past. Her mission wasn’t to kill Strahd. If she played her cards right, a simple negotiation would do the trick.  

The picture became clear; a single surprised gasp, the smell of blood and then…

She was going to be sick. 

“Cassandra?”

She blinked, catching herself staring straight through a very much still living and breathing Markus. 

“Sorry,” she said. “Were you saying something?”

His head tilted to the side, his mouth forming into a hard line. “No.”

With an effort she shifted her expression into something casual. 

Answers. She was here for answers. If Cassius wasn’t giving her any, she’d have to find them another way. Killing Markus would have to wait. 

“Apologizes. I was simply putting things together in my mind,” she said. “You mentioned before, your brother tried to summon something. Why do I have the distinct impression he was at least partially successful?” 

That did the trick. Whatever she could fool herself into believing was concern slipped from his face shifting into a much safer solemn expression.

“You could say that. What else have you been able to put together?” 

“Not much,” she admitted. “I take it that doppelganger we saw in…whatever it was, that was him?”

He nodded. 

“You didn’t appear happy to see him.”

A hollow laugh rumbled from Markus’ chest, so low and harsh she felt it resonate in her own. It was the sound she had to swallow whenever a friend of the family offered their deepest condolences. It was almost comforting to hear it finally spoken aloud. 

“My brother was…a monster,” he said, plainly. “I don’t remember as much when I was really young. Redrum left with my father early. I just remember being afraid when they were there and relieved when they weren’t. It was good, for a little while, just me and mum. At least as good as it could be.”

His eyes grew distant a moment, lingering in those few memories run down to rags. 

“She got sick,” he continued, “and when she died, I had to go live with them. Well, I had to live with my brother. Turns out, he killed our father. Our father was a bastard, don’t get me wrong, but this was out of the frying pan and into the fucking fire.”

He forced a breath which did nothing to loosen the sudden tightness of his jaw or unclench the fist at his sides. 

“When I was about ten, eleven, there was this dog that lived near us. Good dog. Didn’t bite or hurt anyone. Redrum ordered me to kill it. 

“I didn’t want to, obviously. I told him I wouldn’t. So, he beat the shit out of me and locked me out of the house. Told me that if I loved the dog so much, I could live like one. I wish I could say I held out, but after about a week of no food or water, save for what I could scrounge…I found the dog; broke its neck and left it on the front step. 

“He got more demanding as we got older, but the simple fact is it didn’t matter who he was telling me to kill or what he was forcing me to do, it all came down to the same choice; my life or the dog’s.

“It’s probably why that thing reached out to him. Redrum believed it was some higher deity, worshiped it as a god. All the things he did, everything he made me do, it was all in service to it. It gave him power and he used that to gather followers, more blood. And when all was said and done it just ended up killing all of them.”

“Except for you,” Cassandra said.

“Except for me.” he repeated. “And that bit of him or it that clung on.”

He met her gaze, and in that moment, she saw it. She hadn’t known him well enough at the time to spot the difference, but now it was obvious. The man she had spoken to that night held himself differently with the stillness of a predator. Markus she knew could be dangerous, but that all too familiar assurance of their own superiority was absent. She doubted the man in front of her now could ever lay claim to having it in the first place. 

“He’s in my head,” Markus said, as if sensing her thoughts. “I can’t seem to get rid of him. He comes out whenever I get…angry or even when I’m asleep. I black out and usually find myself surrounded by bodies.”

Cassandra kept her face placid even as old instincts told her to reach for the dagger pressed inside her sleeve. This certainly explained Steel Defender. It didn’t stop Tessa’s little crush on the man from being pathetic, but at least she could confirm the stalking was for a good cause. 

The question of why Cassius wanted Markus dead remained unanswered. Somehow she doubted Markus knew much about the devil’s true nature he undoubtedly was carrying on his back. Cassius remained open to the idea of separating the two as an alternative to murder. Perhaps this one was strong enough to puppet a body without the soul still attached. 

There was something else, an urge, that pushed its way to the front of her thoughts. 

She wanted to tell him, he was right to choose himself over the dog. She would have done the same thing. 

It pressed against the seam of her mouth, but she swallowed it down, forming it instead into an easy smile.

“Not always,” she said. “I found we had a rather pleasant conversation.”

He ignored her. “Look, the point is; I get needing to get out. And I get what kind of power devils offer people. Some, like my brother, seek it out for the sake of it. To hurt people. Other people…they’re desperate. But at the end of the day, you’re just a means to an end.” 

Cassandra’s smile turned into a line as she was suddenly very grateful for her own restraint. Cassius was right. There was a reason why you didn’t name the dog. 

“While I appreciate your concern, I guarantee your brother’s devil is different from mine.”

“It’s not.”

“It is,” she pressed. “That illusion you and Tessa so kindly pulled me out of; it was more of a memory. 

“When we were young, my brother would come into my room, tie me down to the bed and set it on fire. Of course, his methods grew more sophisticated as we grew older; a lot of trial and error. Funny thing about burning alive, once you reach a certain level of heat you cease to feel anything. So, his little work around was to ensure sections of skin remained untouched so when the rest peeled away, the nerve endings would still be intact.

“He didn’t just stick with fire. Hold Person is a very versatile spell, but somehow he always came back to it. Something about honoring the strength of the family.

“Our parents knew. In the beginning they even encouraged him. Perhaps trial by fire was what I needed to awaken my magic. Of course once they realized nothing was working, I think they just saw it as a good outlet. 

“Of course, they couldn’t have a dead daughter on their hands, even a hopeless one. So they brought clerics and healers to the house, ensuring not a scar appeared on my body. 

“Any one of them could have stopped it. Any one of them could have said no, but they didn’t. None of them said a word.

“So when a devil came to me, and offered me a way out; I told him no. A way out wasn’t enough for me. I needed them to suffer. I needed it to last. And I needed them to know that they deserved it. 

“My devil gave me everything I asked for in spades. And when it was over, he gave me purpose. 

“He has never forced me to kidnap children or torture innocents. Those he sent me after were those like my family. Those who knew my family; who knew what Victor was and stayed silent. Nothing I’ve done in his name is something I would not have done willingly on my own.

“I’m not a victim Markus. Don’t try to paint me as one.” 

She held his gaze, daring him to answer, to call her a monster, to berate her for her anger, or worse, to look on her with pity. 

To his credit, he didn’t look away. 

“I know you're not,” he said. “You did what you had to do to survive.” 

She couldn’t make out his expression. Her mind flittered back to that shared nightmare and his own hands digging into her too. 

“But?” 

He took a deep breath.“Do you trust him?”

“Now I know you’re deliberately insulting my intelligence.” 

“That’s not a no.”

She huffed out laugh. Cassius came to her because she was desperate and just clever enough to be useful. He told her only what she needed to know and not always then. He was also there for her when no one else was. He gave her comfort and power and someone to turn to when she found herself scared and alone. 

“No,” she said. “Only a fool would trust a devil.” 

Markus didn’t say anything, but kept looking at her in a way that made her feel as if every burn and cut she had received in her youth were marked across her skin. 

“Look if you’re worried about me turning on you or the rest of the party, I wouldn’t be,” she said airily. “It would still be one against four, or four and a half as the case may be.”

“You planning on turning on us,” he questioned. 

“You haven’t given me a reason to. Journey is still not over yet though.”

He narrowed his eyes. “I can’t tell if you’re joking.”

“I’m at my most serious when I’m joking.” 

The answer didn’t seem to satisfy him as he shot her a skeptical look. 

“Fine,” she conceded. “Honesty. Our brothers are waiting for us in that temple. Once we enter, it will be just us. I don’t want to go. I know you don’t either. But, we are going and we’re going to kill them. Right?”

His face hardened, his shoulders set as he gave a firm nod. “Right.” 

Her mind flickered, just for a moment, as it always did when, on those rare occasions, someone decent wandered their way into her life. 

What if I met you sooner?

It was a childish thing to think. She was smarter than to linger in such flights of fancy. So she tucked it away in the same place she put her belief in prince charmings and cosmic justice. 

“Well, best get under way then.” 

She turned, moving towards camp as Markus followed in step beside her. 

This whole affair was getting trickier by the day. Devils and brothers and vampires on top of it all. Still, fool or not, she was clever. One more complication wouldn’t derail everything. Maybe, this time, the dog didn’t have to die. 

[princessmacedon]

{ happy anniversary!

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is. Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing! Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together. Template courtesy of Neffi! 💕

Name: Red, more commonly nicknamed Reddo

Pronouns: they/them preferred, she/he OK!

Birthday (no year): December 28th

Where are you from? What is your time zone? moved to kentucky when I was young, and for sake of ease i use EST (TOAST)! i live near a timezone line, so i get to be flexible like that >vo)v HAHA

How long is your roleplay experience? with a few on and off breaks, roughly 15 years? i forgot about a period of my life where i 'moderated' (read: was the most active user on) a warrior cats RP site; my first foray into rp proper was in pokemon rp on tumblr, my first muse was lyra but i didnt have an internet name until i picked up and settled into writing (you'll never guess who)

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? kind of half answered this above oops, but with warrior cats i genuinely dont remember? i probably just googled warrior cats and wound up there HAHA. for pokemon...... honestly probably the same thing

How were you introduced to TOA? key had mentioned it to me in passing a few times, so i knew she was there, but it wasn't until my friend zyra mentioned it to me and suggested we write macedon siblings together again that i actually joined, hahaha

Do you have any pets? i do! i adopted a ?? year old dog from the shelter about six years ago, so now he's x+6 years old :] pretty sure he's some kind of border collie mix, but not certain! his name is tobin, but he'll answer as long as you say 'ob'. he's a sillyhead

What is your favorite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) it used to be winter because i love the snow! but as i get older and more harrowed by weather conditions, i appreciate how normal and not-trying-to-kill-me autum is HAHA

What is your IRL occupation? (finger guns) figuring it out

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? drawing was my first love! i like reading, especially comics, and writing; i like video games and immersing myself in stories, and have passing interests in things that i don't commit to trying out (like resin, charms, etc etc)

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? FFXIV, mainly; genshin impact and hsr; various farming-ish sims (story of seasons + old harvest moon, stardew valley, rune factory, currently fields of mistria); to a lesser extent dragon age, ace attorney, various VNs / otome / rhythm games, pokemon until roughly scarlet/violet era and then my wallet couldnt keep up with it HSDFSGVSD

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: as a kid it waffled between fire / dark, but not sure i have a dead set favorite type anymore. favorite pokemon still lucario and appletun for sure though!

Tell us some funfacts and trivia about yourself! (Optional bonus challenge: if you filled this out last year, try not to repeat what you said back then!) - i love christmas and thinking about gift giving! when i was in school my christmas spreadsheet hit like, 50 names HAHA nooooo way do i have that energy anymore, though - i'm reasonably fond of baking and also reasonably terrible at it! something always goes wrong but usually (usually) stuff comes out pretty tasty in the end. except for that time i set my oven on fire

How did you get into Fire Emblem? my friends were talking about how much fun they were having with the new game at the time, awakening! it looked fun so i decided to try it out

What Fire Emblem games have you played? - Beaten: Genealogy, Blazing Blade (FE7 if youre like me and still cant remember which one is which), Shadow Dragon & New Mystery, Awakening, Fates (Conquest + Birthright), Three Houses (Blue Lions) - Started: Binding Blade (FE6), Sacred Stones, Path of Radiance (FE9), Fates (Revelation), Shadows of Valentia, Three Houses (Black Eagles & Golden Deer), Engage

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: Awakening -- still Awakening! possibly tied with 3H, though. i really enjoy games where i can peacefully level grind

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series! vaguely ordered, it's: Wolf, Maria, Cordelia, Seliph, Katarina...? if you think you're seeing a trend you're probably right, hahaha ^^ writing a character is an expression of love for me, so inevitably my muses climb higher and higher on my list over time

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! the clearest one i can remember is wolf, because when i was playing fe11 i was passively using him because he was pretty, and then he got 7 crits in a row and i was like :pika:

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳i'm weak toward green haired women AHSJASFDSF but actual game crushes, hmm... not sure!

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? - Awakening: chrom -> still chrom! - Fates: takumi -> hmm... silas or flora? - Three Houses: dimitri -> still dimitri, except now he's duking it out with yuri - Engage: i have the ring in my pocket as we speak, suffering from the burden of choice... probably diamant though?

Favorite Fire Emblem class? whatever class my blorbos thrive in

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? in all likelihood i'm a villager with just absolutely baffling AI. not entirely stupid, but you cant in good conscience say it's smart either HAHA as a playable unit though, i might be a recruit-type? i could do well if you help me grow, otherwise i'm just this scruffy shitty thing tucked into your pocket. middling-high skill growth, paper defense, and you wish you knew what my speed growth was because i don't (probably fast as a mage but realistically NOT as anything physical)

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? (Black Eagles, Blue Lions, Golden Deer, Church of Seiros, Those Who Slither in the Dark, unaffiliated civilian, other - for example Almyran) my heart says blue lions, but if i'm just some guy (unaffiliated civilian) i won't be surprised

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? - Boons: Reason - Banes: Authority, Gauntlets - Budding Talent: Flying

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? (Firene, the Kingdom of Abundance; Brodia, the Kingdom of Might; Elusia, the Kingdom of Knowledge; Solm, the Queendom of Freedom; Lythos, the holy land of the Divine Dragon; Gradlon, the desolate land of the Fell Dragon) hmm... probably either Firene or Lythos! i'm too much of a weenie to be from brodia HAHA

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔(separate letters, to-ah, other?) toah, like noah! to all my xiv gamers out there this definitely applies to job shorthands too. durg. dirk. whum blum sidge. rurpur and rogg...

Current TOA muses: Maria & Katarina

Past TOA muses? Cordelia my beloved

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? Maria! unless something unprecedented happens, i don't see that changing. writing her, her want and determination to love and find wonder in the world, to spread and be joy -- it just puts me in a good place! it's really, genuinely helped me a lot, even if her extroversion is exhausting to my introvert ass sometimes HAHA

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) uhhh... i definitely tend toward characters who are in some regard defined by a form of love or strong emotion, romantic though it need not be -- people who have some sort of powerful, aching tenderness in their heart. i've not really done as much as i've wanted in terms of bringing that out of them, but it's definitely something that draws me in to a character in the first place!

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? ooh, there are lots of characters i like who have a brusque edge or manner, who might be harsh or cold... i wish i could do that! i'd like to try, i think. and also the funny, energetic, boisterous types -- i love to see them and be around them, but i definitely can't pull it off hahaha

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) it's been a while since i've gone all in on this kind of scene, but i love emotional scenes and heart-to-hearts -- the sort of thing where you're communicating your feelings with everything you have and trying to reach someone else! i usually rein myself in well shy of that though, hahaha. i worry a lot about getting too lost in the sauce and derailing a conversation/thread, or making it all about what my muse/what they want to communicate.

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? for katarina, i'd love for her to make some friends! she's her own worst enemy in this regard, separating herself from friends/friendships whether consciously or subconsciously. for maria... well, i'd love for her to have a real heart to heart with someone!

Favorite TOA-related memories? to this day i miss and adore annie's frederick! his dynamic with my cordelia at the time was so much fun to write and to talk about and we had such thoughts for how their relationship would evolve -- it's one of the most interesting and endearing relationships i've had the pleasure of writing! on a sillier note, i often think about leif hauling ass after kanoesa's lewyn HAHA

Present or past tense? it used to be past tense, but i think toa's successfully converted me to defaulting to present hahaha ^^;; consciously at least, i try to match whatever my partner does!

Normal size text, small text, no preference? it doesn't matter to me, but i do hate fighting tumblr to keep all of the small text small.

Got any potential muse delusions to share? 😉 the wolf app/blog i've been refining on and off for the better part of three years is no secret HAHA, but i've seriously contemplated writing a few other characters! radd and boucheron, to name a couple. i get super attached to my characters though, so it's a bit tricky

[snippychicke]

Okay, so, I have NO IDEA if you’re taking requests or not BUT some Opera with Kalego’s Lady-Love when they were in Babylis leaving a FUMING WITH RAGE AND JEALOUS Kalego

So, this has been in my inbox forever and I apologize. Also, I do not know how this will turn out. As you know, Demon!reader is a new attempt for me, but *cracks knuckles* lets do this. 

Obviously set during Kalego, Opera, and Shichiro's school years.

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True to Shichiro's words, you found Kalego tearing through one of the training grounds of the Strength Batra. A few years ago, the place had been a disaster; but as the chaos of Babyls slowly settled, it had become usable once more. 

Well, had been. Even though Opera and Shichiro were easily the strongest physically, Kalego wasn't exactly a wimp. Even without using magic, he was destroying the poles and earthen walls of the training ground with little problem. 

Kalego… was a little rough around the edges, though through the few years you had known him, he was starting to control himself better. You could see hints of the adult you were sure he would become, far unlike his Uncle and current 'guard dog' of the school (which was a joke). No - he would be calm, level headed, and take his responsibility seriously. You knew Babyls would flourish under his protection, and couldn't wait to see it.

It had been a while since you had seen him erupt, and if your feeling was right, Opera was once again the cause. 

After about half an hour, Kalego seemed to finish his outburst and began to correct the damage he caused. Which meant it was likely time for you to try and fix whatever chaos Opera had started. 

"Kalego!" You called out as you approached, watching him freeze for a short moment before looking up. You weren't sure if his flushed cheeks were from his previous activities - being caught red handed - or something else. "I wanted to talk to you for a moment." 

"Hm?" He growled as he continued his work, almost pointedly trying to ignore you. And failing. 

And, well, you didn't exactly like being ignored, so you decided to jump to the main reason you were here. 

"Shichiro said you saw Opera and me," You stated, and saw him freeze yet again. "And I wanted to explain." 

"You don't have anything to explain," He bit out. "If you really like that psychopath, then obviously I don't know you as well as I thought." 

Yep. He was certainly jealous. Your stomach twisted with both nerves and excitement at the realization. "I do like that psychopath, but not in the way you think." 

"They kissed you." Kalego finally turned and faced you, his dark eyes narrowed in a glare, but unable to hide the watery gleam to them. "You had your arms wrapped around their waist." 

"They kissed my forehead," You pointed out. "And I was hugging them. Its what siblings do." 

Kalego opened his mouth, and then promptly closed it, confusion evident on his face. "Siblings?" 

"Not by blood," You acknowledged. "Lets just say we both had a hard start to life, and, well, we formed an alliance before Lord Sullivan found us. We were the only family we knew." 

His expression softened, though there was still distrust evident. "We've known each other for years, why not say anything before now?"

You shrugged. "It never came up. And besides, would you let anyone know your weakness in this place before we started cleaning it up?" 

"... I guess not," He agreed after a moment, a pout on his face. 

Anger: diffused. Now time to tackle the next issue. The one that had your heart fluttering in your chest. 

"Now," You started as you stepped closer, biting your lip as you carefully watched his expression. Startled, wary of your approach. But just a hint of something else. Hope? Maybe… Desire?

Devi, you were hoping. 

"Do you want to tell me why you were so upset by that?" You played the tactics you learned from Seduction class, fiddling with the collar of his uniform as you stepped inside his personal space. Meet his gaze softly, slowly run your tongue over your lips.

And you had a blushing mess of a demon in your hands. It was easy to tell he had completely forgotten your question, his gaze trapped with yours. You could have ended it there, pulling him down for a kiss. 

But, well, you could see the appeal in taunting Kalego - though in a much different way than Opera. 

You also had dreamt of him kissing you first. And while you knew it was a silly thing, you wanted to see if you could make that dream a reality. 

"Because, if you wanted to kiss me, all you have to do is ask-" 

He didn't even let you finish, his lips pressing against yours hungrily, his hands gripping at your waist as he pulled you closer. There was a brief moment of mentally cheering in your mind before you tangled your fingers in his hair and lost yourself in the kiss.

[potofstewie]

Stories

"Even if you don’t know why they’re here, you hold the greatest amount of fear for them."

Caution: Paranoia, Highschool!Tengen and Kyojuro, reader is refered to as she/her

W/C: 1.1k

Beings: Tengen x ██████████

“I’m telling the truth, Tengen, I’m completely serious!” Kyojuro’s fingers quickly flew to his hearing aids, lowering the volume to withstand Tengen’s boisterous laugh that bounced off the walls of his room. Kyojuro watched his friend in confused seriousness as he fell over on the floor, rolling around like a dog. “C’mon Tengen, stop laughing!” 

“I am! Okay, I am! Swear!” Sputtering out words mixed with giggles, Tengen tried to compose himself, large hands resting on his heaving chest as he tried his hardest to relax. But this was just too funny! It was a friday evening at the Rengoku house, just a week before Halloween and Tengen decided it was a good idea to share scary stories after a marathon of horror films. Scary stories, is what he said, but the one Kyojuro told seemed more like a comedy than horror. Wiping the tears from his eyes with his hoodie sleeve, Tengen sat up with a wavering smile on his face. “‘M sorry, ’m sorry. But tell me that again. I swear I won’t laugh.” Sighing, Kyojuro readjusted the volume on his aids, brows twitching in annoyance. 

“Fine, but truly Tengen, don’t laugh.” 

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‘Damn you, Kyojuro, damn you.’

Hugging his knees to his chest on the corner of his bed that was wedged in the corner of his room, Tengen’s heavy heartbeat pounded in his ears with trepidation; maroon eyes focused on his door, not daring to stray to the thick blue curtains that concealed his window. He didn’t dare move away from that spot, didn’t dare to make noise or shift from his position that grew uncomfortable with each passing second or even check the time on his phone. There was no need to check, he knew deep within the pit of his stomach that this moment would last for ages until one of his siblings came home to release him from his current predicament. 

He cursed himself really, but for what? He wasn’t so sure. Maybe if he had listened better and taken Kyojuro seriously, this wouldn’t be happening. Or maybe if he decided to sleep over at his place instead of going home. But what if this would’ve happened over there instead? As the window began to tap, Tengen rummaged through his mind to recall every little thing Kyojuro said in hopes of finding a solution. 

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“Fine, but truly Tengen, don’t laugh.” 

“I swear I won’t but seriously, Kyojuro. I don’t get why you don’t find this the teensiest bit of funny.” Tengen argued but was quickly met with crossed arms of disapproval. “Not even a little bit?” Silence. Sitting up on the floor, he decided to finally get his joy under control. “..Alright, tell me.” 

“Thank you.” Clearing his throat, Kyojuro went to his bookshelf and ran his finger over the spines, searching for a particular photo album. “When I was like 8 or 9, our house was haunted for a while, probably a week? Probably longer but I don’t remember all that well.” Finding what he was looking for, Kyojuro swiftly pulled out the album and thumbed through the pages of photos, eyes scanning for a certain photo. “I asked my dad about it a few days ago and although he agrees with me that there was something strange going on, he doesn’t like to talk about it at all.” Slipping out his target photo from the book, he handed it to Tengen who looked at it in question. In the photo, his then 8-year-old friend and toddler-aged Senjuro stood with messy faces and bright smiles, a demolished and half empty bowl of ice cream in their hands respectively. However, between them was a slightly dark spot; the spot starting from the bottom of  the picture and stopping a bit above Kyojuro’s head. 

Squinting at it, Tengen asked his question slowly with care ladened in his voice. “How come? Does he..does he think it’s your mom?” He knew how touchy of a subject Kyojuro’s mother was, especially when it came to the grouchy old man that was currently downstairs cleaning the family's collection of swords. Gently scratching his thumb at the spot, Tengen heard a sigh fly from his friend’s mouth. 

“I have no clue. I mean, when it comes to Mother he doesn’t really mind talking about her but with this? He’s adamant on not speaking about it. Whatever it was though, I’m pretty sure it spooked him.” 

With a snort, Tengen looked up in amusement. “Spooked? Your old man? The same guy that got banned from that dojo across town and the same guy that scares his students at his own dojo? That guy?” Kyojuro nodded with every amused question.

“Yes, Tengen. The same man. Although now that I think about it, I’d say he was more so creeped out than spooked.” 

“Hmph..I believe the creeped out part more than the spooked part.” Tengen responded nonchalantly, now eyeing the dark spot on his thumb. 

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As the taps on the window grew louder, Tengen couldn’t help but feel utterly embarrassed with himself. He was the star basketball player at Kimetsu Academy standing at a tantalizing 6 foot 6 and yet here he was cowering in the corner like a loser! As the sharp heat of annoyance shot through his veins, Tengen decided to stand his ground; figuratively and literally. Walking over to his window and doing his best to ignore the ever loud taps, he huffed at the sounds. This was all some trick of the mind, nothing more! There’s no way some stupid story told by his very gullible friend would unnerve him. 

Gripping the heavy curtains, Tengen pulled them back in one fluid motion; eyes blown wide and arms fallen unceremoniously at his sides as he stared at the window panes. 

‘Oh.’

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“Hmph..I believe the creeped out part more than the spooked part.” Tengen muttered, now preoccupied with the spot on his thumb. “But what did you mean he was creeped out? Was it gross looking or something?” 

Kyojuro shook his head, a small frown now adorned on his face. “Mm-mm. I’ve seen it a few times and it– she, didn't look terrible. Just a bit unnerving. I remember her eyes being huge for her head though and she’d always smile and look at my dad.” 

Sweat traveled down the side of Tengen’s face as he made eye contact with the being that somehow took up his entire window, her pupil less eyes staring at his fear-ridden face. A shuddered breath escaped his throat as the being, in all its unnerving and otherworldly glory, started to smile. 

“Smile? Like an ‘I’m going to eat you alive’ smile?”

“Mm..no. More like a loving smile.”  With the corners of her freakish mouth practically touching her ears, all Tengen could do was stand there and think to himself a simple yet powerful: “Fuck you, Kyojuro.”

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[shadowpunk]

15th August, 2011 (2 hours before)

The air was hot and dry as Jasper was walking down the decrepit drive way, followed by his two younger siblings. Summers in Oklahoma had always been brutal. A single droplet of sweat slowly rolled down his temple and the teenager wiped almost annoyed over his face. „For fuck sake, this heat is killing me!“ he cursed out, more to himself than to his siblings. Jasper could feel their eyes on him and without even checking he knew what expression they would have. How he could read their worry for him in their eyes like an open book, their apologetic smiles on their lips. And of course the pity. Jasper hated it. Not because he didn’t want them to care about him. He was more than glad that at least two people in this town saw him for more than being the weird outsider. But he wanted to feel like their big brother. Not like a beaten up street dog. „How is your back, Jas?“ Eriks voice cut through the silence and Jasper gave him a quick glance over the shoulder. How the hell did he know about that?

(major trigger warning for physical abuse, please don’t read any further if this is a triggering topic for you)

„But the one who does not know and does things deserving punishment will be beaten with few blows. From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked,“ he could barely hear his mothers voice as he was leaning against the wall. Pain and adrenaline were rushing through his body, as the leather snapped over and over against the exposed skin of his back. His lips were pressed tightly together, trying to suppress any noise that tried to escape his mouth. The teenager closed his eyes. He often fantasized about getting back at his parents for what they were doing to him. How he would finally get the sweet revenge after enduring all the violent outbursts of his father. Pure hate had planted its seed years ago in the young boy and had grown over all the years. Had infected every fiber of his body, his thoughts. And it fueled him. „Let that be a lesson for you,“ his fathers voice interrupted the boys thoughts and he slowly opened his eyes. He simply nodded, his voice too weak and sore to actually say something. »What lesson is that supposed to be? That god doesn’t give a single fuck about me?«

„I have no idea what you’re talking about,“ the teenager replied and kicked a rusted can in front of him. He was about to give it another kick, when a sharp pain suddenly shot through his back. Jasper flinched as he shakily let some breath out of his mouth, trying his best to get over the pain that was now radiating through his whole body. „Stop lying to us! We know what father did last night, we heard you.“ Karlis voice trembled a bit but to his surprise she looked more angry than anything else, her hand still lifted in the air from the shove she had given him. Was she angry at him? He had tried his best to keep quiet. „Sorry,“ he mumbled as his eyes met the ground in front of his dirty shoes. They were way too young to be confronted with this and Jasper felt awful. Like he had failed to protect them. „It’s not your fault, you know that right?“ Erik had always been the calm and mature one. It was hard to believe that he was only 13. Jaspers vision became blurry as tears started to dwell up, so he quickly turned away. It was enough that they had to hear him last night, they don’t needed to see him crying too. Jasper was ashamed. Ashamed about his weakness, ashamed that he was doing such a poor job as their big brother, ashamed that he was who he was. He had to do better. „It’s alright guys, don’t worry about it,“ he eventually replied when his voice finally didn’t feel like breaking any moment anymore.

[to be continued]

[sylphidine]

[Fic] Call Signs, Chapter 38

Fandom: Deltarune

‘Verse: Human AU

Pairings: Swatch/Spamton [Swatchton]; Spamton/T.M. [Spamager], GiGi/Leroux [QueenKaard]

Characters: Spamton Addison, Eos Addison, Swatch Paletta, Indigo Dyer, Catechu Dyer, Julius Dyer, Endora the Third, Desiree Dyer, T.M. Tinker, GiGi McCray, Leroux Kaard, Lance O'Toole, Kirov Rouvin

Rating: Mature

Chapter title: Scooby-Dooby Doors

Chapter summary: The days leading up to the Seeds of Peace Festival, as seen through varying points of view.

Author notes: Content warning for discussion of alcohol consumption, plus a [possible] hallucinatory experience.

Special thanks to @cozylittleartblog for permission to reference her QueenKaard comics. They've shaped a lot of the way I write GiGi, Leroux, and Lance.

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FRIDAY NIGHT, THE FIRST OF APRIL

Spamton had never seen a DVD hiccup like this one. Steve Sharples’ “Bolero” played out over the closing credits of MOULIN ROUGE!, and then kept looping back to play again. He’d seen audio tracks looped like this on YouTube, but a DVD doing it was new to him.

One heck of a coincidental scratch , he thought after the fourth time, and pushed his glasses up to rub at his eyes.

The music stopped in mid-chord, and the word “truth” was frozen in pixels on the screen

Huh?

And then it resumed with the orchestral flourish and the unfurling of the remaining words ”beauty, freedom, but above all, love.”

Definitely unsettled now, not knowing whether or not this was the first hallucination he’d had in months, he leaned over to poke a sleepy Eos.  “M-movie’s over.”

His eldest brother came back to attention at Spamton’s words and reached for the remote, turning the 85-inch flat screen TV off. “So what did you think this time, seeing it as an adult rather than as a kid?”

“Hmmmm.” Spamton wanted to give a serious answer, since this was obviously one of his sibling’s favorite movies. “C-can I be honest? I think the f-fact of Zidler and the Diamond D-Dogs losing their - their livelihood and their home is a LOT m-more tragic than Satine dying.”

He didn’t bother to explain that losing one’s livelihood and home might be just a touch relatable. No need to ruin an evening of family bonding.

Eos nodded in response to his statement. “Same here.  I like the IDEA of love as much as anyone, but that big romance between Christian and Satine?  That was mutual obsession, not love.  Satine was street-savvy, she knew the risks of stringing the Duke along and not delivering, but she let Christian’s infatuation blind her.  The pair of them were oblivious.  THAT’S not love.”

Warming to his topic, Eos continued, “When I’ve seen people in love, truly in love, they’re MORE aware of everyone around them, not less.” He leaned over and poked Spamton back.  “I think you might know a little more about that now than you did a few years ago.”

“G-Guilty as charged.” And Spamton did actually feel guilty for what felt like hours of rhapsodizing over his partners and monopolizing the conversation.  He could blame the booze for that. 

Digging out the special vanilla bean ice cream for dessert had turned into making a pitcherful of frozen Brandy Alexanders, the drinking of which had definitely loosened Spamton’s tongue and had made both Eos and him quite sentimental.  An over-the-top lushly romantic movie had seemed the perfect thing two hours ago, but he was starting to feel he didn’t know his eldest brother any better now than he did before he’d gotten off the train.

Spamton got up from the couch and sighed. “G-Guess it’s time to call it a n-night.” It was coming up on midnight, too late to text Trez. He could probably get away with shooting a quick note to Swatch, but figured it would be better to wait until morning.  

Eos got up too and wagged his finger at his baby brother. “You’ll come talk to me if you can’t sleep, right?  I’m here to listen, you know.  It means a lot to me that you WANT to talk to me.”

“I will. And I’ll c-c-come running if I have a n-nightmare.”

“I will. And I’ll c-c-come running if I have a n-nightmare.”

“See that you do.”

SATURDAY NIGHT, THE SECOND OF APRIL

Swatch woke up abruptly when a small heat-seeking missile unerringly found its target. worming its way under their outstretched arm.  

They had been lying spread-eagled on their front, taking up as much of the bed as possible, and hadn’t heard the bedroom door open.  They rolled back onto their side and pulled Spamton into a hug, sleepily kissing his cheeks, his nose, and finally his mouth.

“Welcome home,” they rasped. “Your nose is cold.”

“And you’re w-warm. Too warm. Like - like ‘running a f-f-fever’ too warm. Are you alright?”

“Eh, I’ll live. I went on a wilderness walk today and might have gotten a little bit soaked through.”

“M-might have?”

“Okay, I definitely got soaked. I fell into a marshy bit.”

“Swatch.” It was completely dark in the room, and Spamton’s voice was firm now. “Why were you in - in a marshy bit?”

“Looking for pussy willows?”

“Pussy willows.” The small man sighed. “Well, that - that explains the v-v-vases all over the living room.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” Swatch leaned in for another kiss. “I wasn’t expecting you back so soon.”

“I’d say it was because I m-missed you, but really it was b-b-b-because it’s supposed t-to rain tomorrow and Eos didn’t - didn’t want me to - to risk his precious record albums on the tr-train, so he drove me b-back here..”  Spamton anticipated Swatch’s next question.”And n-no, he didn’t just round-trip it back to - to Purchase. The f-family has a c-condo on the Upper East Side.”

“Indeed. Why am I not surprised.” They yawned, their hands wandering over their partner’s body. They commented groggily, “You poor thing. You seem to have lost your clothes somewhere between here and the front door.  Let me warm you up.”

“Mmmmm.”

“Mmmmmm.”

MONDAY NIGHT, THE FOURTH OF APRIL

Julius Dyer opened the apartment door with one hand before either Catechu or Indigo could dig out their keys.  With the other hand, he clasped a fat black cat to his chest and shoulder.

“Conquered without a fight, huh? It’s good of you to have taken Endora in until I get settled.” T.M. grinned at the twins’ dad from where she stood just behind them, a pastry box in her hands. The tall man moved back from the doorway so he could let his sons and adopted niece in.

“Girl, this kitty is keener on sports than half the folks I work with. She’s my ESPN buddy, isn’t that right, Endy?”

The cat nuzzled Julius at the sound of her nickname, and Catto smirked at the sight. “You gonna get her a little Knicks bandanna, Dad?”

“Sure thing I am.  And maybe a Mets blanket.” Julius led everyone into the living room and let Endora the Third hop out of his hold onto the couch. “Soon as she learns not to paw at the scrolly thing on the television.”

“It’s called a ticker, Dad.” Indo wrapped an arm over his father’s shoulder and steered him towards the kitchen, saying, “When’s dinner, what’s for dinner, and can I help?”

“Desiree’s home in an hour, dinner is chicken and rice casserole, and I don’t gotta be asked twice to have you do some of the chopping.”

T.M. put the box on the kitchen island, rubbed her stomach happily, and then grabbed Catto's hand. “C’mon, big fella. Let’s see how much of my stuff is downstairs in storage so I know what I have to deal with next month when I move, wherever I move.”

Catto followed her to the elevator, mock-groaning. “And I’ll bet you’re betting on me and my bro carrying it all, six flights of stairs in some walkup.”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmaybe.”

“Good thing you’re my sis.”

Later, as dinner was winding down, Desiree was the first to bring up rental possibilities for T.M. Ticking the points off on her fingers, she said, “There’s co-living sites, furnished rooms, and there’s apartments.  I can do a referral for you for Cohabs up in Harlem, if you want.”

“Ugh Sure, I’d have a private room and I wouldn’t have to worry about furniture, but it would be like living in a cage unless I wanted to socialize with twenty-three roommates. I did enough of that in the dorms with GiGi and her entourage. And isn’t Cohabs just for short-term remote work dweebs?”

“I think the acceptable term nowadays is ‘digital nomad’, honey. At least that’s what our office calls them. You’re right though, I can’t see it as a long-term solution for you.”

“Where does that leave me, though?”

An unspoken conversation had apparently taken place behind T.M.’s back, because Catto and Indo swooped in to grab everyone’s empty plates, and Julius, an apron wrapped around his middle, was making shooing motions. “Go talk shop, Dez, we’ve got this.”

His wife laughed as she got up from the table. “C’mon, Tab- I mean, Therese, we can finish this in the den.”

T.M. followed her, waggling her fingers at the three men and tossing the words, “Don’t eat all the crumb cake I brought, save some for us when we’re done” over her shoulder.

After half an hour of discussing the salary that T.M. would be getting at WNYC, her expected expenses for commuting on the subway, clothing, and food, Desiree went over some of the current listings her agency had for furnished and unfurnished apartments they had on file.  The results were grim, to say the least.

They both reluctantly agreed that the only real choices that fit T.M.’s budget were either studios in Kingsbridge near the college, which would be a long commute at the best of times, or a shared apartment in downtown Manhattan, with all the risks involved in living with strangers.

“Swatch isn’t going to have it any easier, you know,” Desiree pointed out. 

“I do know, even with their higher pay. And Swatch isn’t as, shall we say, gregarious, as your boys are. I don’t see Swatch wanting roommates.”

“Not even the man Swatch is dating?”

T.M. flinched, and hoped against hope that Desiree hadn’t seen her flinch.

No such luck. The older woman sighed, then seemed to make up her mind as to what to say.

“I know I have no real right to butt in, but I think of you as being one of my kids, especially with how useless your mama is.  And a little bird told me that you’re seeing Swatch’s boyfriend on the side—”

“It’s not on the side!  Swatch knows all about it. And they’re alright with it.”

To her credit, Desiree visibly was giving some thought to the implications of that remark and didn’t just rush in with a condemning reply. She did draw in a few deep breaths, and then softly asked, “Honey, are you being safe?”

T.M. knew exactly what was being asked, and something in her chest ached.  This was the mother she should have had.  This was the kind of talk she should have been able to have with her own mother. Sitting in an apartment right above the one where she used to live, it felt like miles and decades between here and now and her old pre-college life.

She couldn’t help the waver in her voice when she answered, “Yes, Desiree, I’m being safe. I’ve been on birth control for years, and I’m not having what you’d think of as sex right now anyway.” Her attempt at her usual grin faltered as she added, “Gave it up for Lent.”

She was reassured when the other woman gave a snort and snarked back at her, “That isn’t what I asked, Dr. Ruth.” 

“Really.” T.M. looked her adopted aunt straight in the eyes. “We’re just having fun. No strings.”

Desiree closed her laptop and turned in her chair, holding her arms out to T.M. “C’mere. If I can’t stop you from breaking your own heart by pretending you don't have one, I can at least give you a hug.”

WEDNESDAY NIGHT, THE SIXTH OF APRIL

Timing is everything , Spamton thought to himself as he blew his nose for what felt like the thousandth time.

Swatch’s “wilderness trek” and wet feet had resulted in Swatch having one - ONE! - day of sniffles, and then they were as right as rain, whereas Spamton was still completely congested and wheezing. He figured that navigating trains and subways had given his system enough of a petri dish that Swatch’s cold had knocked him out harder than it had Swatch.  He’d missed three days of classes, had called out of his radio show last night, and had reluctantly canceled the “dancing” part of the upcoming dance marathon on Saturday, although he fully intended to make up the amount of the monetary pledges he’d gathered out of his own pocket.

There was no way Spamton was missing out on the DJing part of the marathon, though. He’d laid his hands on a Daft Punk cosplay helmet; the visor was big enough that he could wear eyewear under it. Between the helmet, his pink and yellow shades behind the tinted charcoal glass visor, and the vocoder, DJ Dreamweaver’s identity could stay a secret.

He sighed, thinking of the lost opportunities to cut a metaphorical rug with either Trez or Swatch. Much to Spamton's surprise, Swatch had signed up for two separate hours of dancing, times to be determined. Unlike the fierce competition for pledges that had been flaring for weeks between Trez and Leroux as they hit all the local businesses in Kingsbridge, Swatch was being quietly sanguine by raising money in their old Queens neighborhood through the members of their aunt and uncle’s church parish.

And speaking of church, Spamton had to talk to his siblings about the verbal invitation for Easter weekend that he had gotten from Indigo yesterday,  passed along from Indo's parents. Apparently the Easter morning sunrise service at Rockaway Beach was an annual thing for all the Dyers and their extended family.

For the Addisons, Easter as an ecclesiastical thing had gotten less and less important over the years since their parents' death; they really only went to church as a family on Christmas Eve.  But Spamton could still remember some of the High Masses and midnight Easter Vigil services from when he was very, very young. The organ music, the chanting in Latin, the candlelight had all stuck in his head as something dreamy and marvelous, but had faded with time.

Indo had mentioned that Catto's girlfriend Kendra had also been invited, so this probably wasn't a setup for Spamton to be getting the shovel talk.

Maybe not.

Probably not.

His nose started running again, and with a sigh, he reached for another tissue.

THURSDAY NIGHT, THE SEVENTH OF APRIL

He finished decanting the liquid into the final two mason jars.  Once the boiled fruit cooled, the jars could be refrigerated until Saturday morning.

Kirov had put two of his roommates to work to help him cut up cherries, plums, and peaches. He had wheedled his floor’s RA into letting him use the kitchen in the RA suite to make kompot for the Seeds of Peace festival.

His study group for Doctor Hashimoto's history class were going to be manning a stall there. The chilled fruit drink, a reminder of his childhood, was going to be his contribution to solicit donations.  He'd also gone down by subway last weekend and had splurged on twelve bottles of Monastery Kvass with Black Currant from a Ukrainian grocery store in the East Village.

There was one more ingredient, of course. He had handled processing the berries himself, and would add their juice later, at the event itself.

The finishing touch.  A taste of home.

This was turning into an expensive exercise, if the cost of the mason jars he’d ordered from Amazon were added in.

But it was for a good cause.

Supposedly.

Kirov had very complicated feelings about the political situation in Eastern Europe, but they all came down to the firm belief that he no longer could claim Russia or Chechnya as his home. He wanted to be American.

American men could love other American men, after all.

And so what if he'd been unlucky in love so far? He was going to find someone to love, no matter who he had to push aside to do it.

In the meantime, he was going to do the American thing and help raise money for the oppressed.

FRIDAY NIGHT, THE EIGHTH OF APRIL

"It is time for sleep, mine prince, and time to giveth the MP3 player a rest. We will all listen to some lovely music tomorrow." "Are you gonna dance?"

"Yes, but thou willst not get to watch unless you sleepeth."

"Okay."  Lance was more than half asleep by this point, and let Leroux pull the covers up to his chin without any further protest.  "This is going to be the best birthday ever. Night, lesser dad. Love you."

"I love you too, my son. When thou wakest, thou wilt be..."

"Five!"

GiGi leaned over and kissed Lance on top of the head with a loud "Mwah!" sound. She said in a singsong voice, "Sleep Tight, Do Not Let The Computer Bus Bite!"

Lance giggled and slipped into dreamland as the grownups tiptoed from the room.

SUNDAY AFTERNOON, THE TENTH OF APRIL

FOOD POISONING INCIDENT AT LOCAL FESTIVAL

Four Hospitalized, Dozens Sickened During Fundraiser For Ukraine; Norovirus Suspected

Youngest Victim, Aged 5, In Fair Condition