#also watch out for the Bryce fic no one asked for but is coming

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Bruised knuckles

request: Obsessed with your Ruhn fics! Can you please maybe do one where he gets jealous on a night out with a reader where he sees a ale button in her and he gets very possessive over his mate and she loves it

a/n: idk what it is about this man that gets me going lately. I don’t understand this.

warning: blood, fighting

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Ruhn didn’t like doing business on nights out. Especially not when you tagged along. Tonight was supposed to be different. He was supposed to take you out. A date night. One that was already long overdue. He had been a shit boyfriend lately. Fuck if he didn’t think he was edging into the territory of an ex at times. So, he had stepped up. Cut down on the time with the boys. Cut his work short just to pick you up from work.

So to say that he had practically burned the phone in his hands when the message pinged. But it was from his sister. Interest conflict. Both were family in different ways. But Ruhn had always dreamed his relationship with Bryce would be different. Better. So denying her felt like burning another bridge. And she rarely asked. “I’ll be real quick," he muttered against the shell of your ear. “And then I will be fully yours all night." A boyish grin on his lips, one that shined brighter than the gentle smile on your face. But you were always gentle. So gentle and sweet. Ruhn knew that he had swung way higher than he could reach when he tried to smitten you the night Dec introduced you to him. “Just do your thing and come back in one piece," you muttered back, leaning in to press a kiss to Ruhn’s lips before pushing him back slightly, nudging his legs back with your heel.

Now Ruhn just wanted to get back. It had been forty minutes since he had left, and if, from the way he had been constantly glancing at his clock, the man didn’t get the message that he was done, he no longer knew what would help his case. When they finally parted ways, Rugh stopped at the bar first. He needed a couple of shots to loosen the tension in his neck. The last thing he wanted was to bring his shit mood to you. He also got you another drink that nearly shattered in Ruhn’s grip when his eyes landed on the private VIP lounge.

There was another man there. Where was his fucking security? Man, he left to look after you. The fuck sure had a death wish with the way he leaned forward. Constantly trying to brush his knuckles over your exposed legs. You didn’t seem interested. If anything, you looked annoyed. The male chatted away as if he was the most interesting thing here. While you sat there with an unamused look on your face, swirling your drink from time to time.

Ruhn shoved the glass at some random girl who was the closest to him as he strolled forward, undoing a couple of buttons on his shirt as he went. “You can touch it if you want," Ruhn’s blood vessels nearly popped at the male's words, the way he flexed his arm in front of you. “Give me a reason to not bash your teeth in,” he growled as he yanked the guy up by his shirt. "Chill, my guy, just rounding chicks up, seeing the vibe," the guy pushed back against Ruhn, laughing. “I’ll show you the vibe," Ruhn growled, his hand coming to the male's hair as he turned to drag him out.

"Ruhn," you called from behind. “Stay there," he growled back, more and more people turning to stare now. He had barely made it outside before his fist collided with the male's jaw. “You ever think," Ruhn hissed, “On coming up to women and rounding chicks up," another blow landed on his jaw, pained grounds echoing. “I will personally find you." Ruhn hissed at the bloody face in front of him. He was seeing red. Even the idea of the smallest sent off this man on you was driving him into overdrive.

The metal door creaked. “Take care of this." Your voice filled the back side of the alley. But Ruhn’s anger only rose higher as the two men who were on watch tonight came into view. “Where were you?” Ruhn growled, yanking one of them by the shirt. “We just..." the man began to say, but Ruhn quickly cut in. “Fired. Both of you," he hissed. Ready to shout when you come into view. Grasping his face. Your long nails digging into his cheeks as you scowled at him.

“Take a fucking breath in," you hissed. Your scent wrapped around him. Calming Ruhn’s mind. You always felt close to him. The mating bond made sure of it. But now… His fingers reached for your hips, pulling you slightly closer. “Popping off like a firecracker," you huffed, pushing his hands back, and making Ruhn growl. He wanted to feel you close. No, needed to. “You didn’t need to go and do all that." You threw your hands in the air, turning away from him.

Ruhn didn’t think; he let the need within him act as he reached for your neck, pulling you back against his chest. “Don’t turn away from me when you yell," he hissed into your ear. “Don’t go caveman on me," you growled back, but you didn’t push his hand away. No, instead, your fingers brushed over his. “I thought we were over this," you muttered as Ruhn leaned in, nuzzling his nose against your shoulder. Breathing you in. But there wasn’t even a single note from someone else. You. Shit tones of him and a dusting of the things you did before you had even climbed into his car tonight.

“I would have kept you locked in your cage for a while longer," you teased, reaching back to brush your fingers through his hair. “Very funny," Ruhn said. He knew that he had to work on his rage when it came to other males being near you. But the simplest thought of someone else being by your side. Someone else making you laugh. Having your full attention. This was the universe laughing at him. Poking at the fact that he haven’t been valuing who was by his side. Showing him how it would feel from another perspective.

"Hey!", Your delicate fingers brushed over his cheek. Ruhn didn’t even feel you shifting in his arms. “You blanked on me, bad boy." You pinched Ruhn’s cheek smiling, but he can’t bring himself to return the expression. “Fuck, I ruined tonight," he sighed. “You can go ahead and name me the shittest boyfriend," Ruhn huffed in defeat. “Ruhn, we already talked about this," you sighed. “We are both adults, both busy," you reasoned.

“But you don’t deserve that half-time bullshit," Ruhn hissed back. “You can and should just walk away." You stood staring at him for a heartbeat. "Ruhn," you breathe out, your heart aching. He didn’t lift his eyes to meet yours. “My love hasn’t changed just because we had a harder month," you said, stepping closer. “I missed you, yes. But I won’t just pack my bags and go. I love you, silly." Resting your chin on his chest, you tried to catch his eyes. “We’re a team," you mutter, “Even if you leave your dirty underwear all over the place," you shake your head, managing to drag a light chuck from Ruhn.

“I don’t like other men near you like that," he muttered. You couldn’t help but laugh. “I think everyone got the message clear; you don’t need to worry." His arm snaked around your shoulders as he pulled you closer. Brushing his lips over your forehead a couple of times. You didn’t rush him. Letting him ground himself for a moment more before your eyes landed on his hand. Angry, red knuckles are visible even in dim light.

A soft gasp slipped past your lips, “Your hand." You pulled it up for inspiration. “We need to clean this up," you frowned. “It’ll be healed before we even get home; don't worry about it," he promised. You let out a deep sigh. Standing in his arms for a moment longer. “I want shitty fries and a burger," you puffed, making Ruhn let out a laugh. It was better for both of your sakes to just go back home anyway. “Order while we drive; we’ll eat it in our pajamas." Ruhn pulled your chin up, kissing you tenderly one last time before spinning you around. Slapping your bum while he was at it, making you walk ahead of him. Laughing as you turned back, practically blinding him with that long nail of yours upon your middle finger.

[makeyoumine69]

Hello! Congratulations on 200!! Can you do knife play and rough sex please? <33333

Thrill

● Pairing: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

● Summary: Patrick takes you to his family vacation house.

● CW: Knife play in its truest sense(!), hard prone sex, oral (f&m), possessive behaviour, Patrick has a filthy mouth and some more.

● Wordcount: ~4.1k (I know I am terrible! 🙈)

● A/N: So, this is the longest thing I ever wrote about Patrick. Thank you so much for this ask! I hope you like it!🥰

Also, I want to thank @ladyalexandranna @jacktorrancekinny @sosweetcupcake for brainstorming with me over this fic!💗

● Useful links: │BWC Masterlist│ │Main Masterlist│

It was the longest day that you thought would never end as you were in the middle of a party in Patrick’s friend's fancy vacation house; his name was Timothy Bryce, as you could remember and he was the only interesting person Bateman knew, besides you of course.

Drinking another glass of wine, you quickly glanced at a group of people standing close enough to you so you could hear them talking.

“Did you see who Patrick came with?” A good-looking woman asked her dark-haired friend, fumbling the necklace with a finger as she seemed to be anxious. 

“Not really. But I am curious about what happened to Evelyn.”

“I heard they broke up… Bateman literally tore her heart into pieces.”

“Ohhh, what a poor thing.” A brunette laminated before she turned her gaze in your direction, looking over your back.

When you were about to spin around and check what was the object of her attention, you bumped into a solid male chest and almost right away, you felt the enveloping scent of expensive masculine perfume.

“Drank too much, sweetie?” Patrick crooned in a cute tone, wrapping your waist in a second.

“N-no, you just showed up so suddenly,” frowning a bit, you shook an empty glass in front of his eyes. “You’re lucky I didn’t stain your suit.”

With a soft chuckle, Bateman pulled you closer to whisper: “Let’s sneak out of here, Sugar.”

“Wasn’t it you who persuaded me to come here?”

“Yeah… I know,” he murmured, tickling your earlobe with his hot breath. “I just want to show you something…”

“What is it?” You rejoined, looking up to find his eyes glowing with an undisguised thrill.

“What an impatient girl…” 

“Say what you want to say, Patrick.”

Bateman smirked before he pecked your cheekbone, stroking your shoulders as if he wanted you to relax. “Just wanna take you to a really luxurious house.”

Stunned by his sudden offer, you quickly looked around, tagging a ruthless lock behind your ear. “Your friend won’t be offended?” “I don’t think he will even notice us leaving.”

With a soft smile on your face, you placed a glass on the table nearby as you knew him too well–that was not a suggestion to visit his house; it was a statement, so you didn’t really have a say in that. 

After a while, Patrick’s limo was taking you further and further away from Timothy's cottage by the second. Trapped in your thoughts, you pressed your cheek against the cold glass as you were watching the scenery outside the window changing so fast.

“You never told me you have a house…” 

“Well,” Patrick gasped, turning in your direction to hold your hand. “It’s my family vacation house where we used to spend a lot of time. But since my parents have divorced, all those days are left in the past.”

“Oh…” biting your lip a bit, you faced him. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know…”

“It’s okay, Sugar.” Grinning cocky, he shifted his palm to your hip, moving further to its inner side.

Excited by his unexpectedly frank touch, you covered his palm with yours as you felt yourself getting wetter with each second, but you still had one very pointed question.

“Who is Evelyn?” You asked abruptly, watching his face change into a tense grimace. 

“Why do you ask?”

“Just heard someone talking about you two,” you sensed his grip tighten on your hip with your words. “Patrick, you don't have to say it…”

You heard him laughing smugly in response as he hugged your shoulders with his other hand. “Well, if you really want to know,” he got closer to your neck, nuzzling against it a bit. “Evelyn is my ex-fiancée.” 

“I got it,” you stated, running your fingers through his perfect hair. “Thank you for… For being honest with me.”

“Of course, (Y/N),” he took you by the chin to lock his brown eyes with yours. “How could I not be open with you? You’re the only person I can really trust.”

Damn Bateman, what a devil–you scoffed to yourself, admitting his amazing ability to play around with all the words he was saying. To be fair, you expected any reaction from him to your question but not this; especially when he pulled you into a sweet kiss, sucking your tongue as you allowed him to.

The rest of the way to the vacation house, you both kept in silence as you pressed your head against his broad chest, playing with the fabric of his fancy coat while Patrick was patting your shoulders and your back. What an unbelievably strange harmony—you concluded, remembering the aphorism about a calm before the storm. 

Soon, you arrived at a beautifully constructed house with a large yard, which had a magnificent garden planted.  Amazed by the open view, you were looking through the window like a child who saw the snow for the first time. 

“(Y/N), are you thinking?” Patrick joked as he already got outside the limo and was waiting for you to follow.

“Sorry, I’m just so fascinated by the beauty of this house,” the fact that you couldn’t hide your emotions made him so proud of himself and you didn’t really mind. “Can’t take my eyes off of it.”

“I bet,” he gave you a hand to help you move out. “I wonder what you will say when we get inside.”

Finally, you stepped on the ground and as a true gentleman, Patrick offered you to walk arm in arm with him and you couldn’t refuse this sweet gesture. A cool breeze was blowing around you as you were walking on a stone path that led to the main door.

As soon as you walked inside the house, Patrick helped you to pull off your coat and asked in a sweet tone: “Sugar, are you cold?” 

“No, I’m fine,” you smiled at him before you looked around. “This house is as huge as it looks from the outside!”

“You can say that, huh,” he hugged you from behind, pushing you a bit to move forward. “Let’s proceed to the main area here–the living room.”

Grinning, you were totally tempted to know what the walls of this house had prepared for you. Switching between looking to the left or to the right, you were following Patrick and your heartbeat was rising with each step you made as you couldn't figure out what he was up to yet.

“Well, here we are,” he declared, his extremely masculine voice sounding even deeper. “You can make yourself a small tour of the house, while I’m setting up some things.”

“Which things?”

“Find us a drink, for example,” Patrick chuckled, gliding his hand against the expensive brown-leather couch. “Go wherever you want, you have my permission.”

That was really weird, no mistake. 

Humming to yourself, you clicked your tongue and decided–right now you were not in the mood of solving any puzzles, so you just nodded to him before you left the living room as you were on your way to new adventures.

You didn’t remember how many rooms you’d already seen, there were a lot of them for sure. When you were about to come back to Patrick, you noticed a heavy door made of some dark high-quality wood; you could almost see your reflection on the doorknob. 

As soon as you entered the room, you looked for a light switch, tracing your hand against the wall. Once you found it, you made a loud gasp at the picture that had opened up to you–plenty of animal heads were looking at you from the opposite side of the room, causing your blood to freeze in your veins. 

It seemed like you accidentally got into the hunting room or maybe the study? Along with the hunting trophies, you saw a lot of different weapons: knives, rifles, daggers, and…even a sword?

Puzzled, you were thinking about to whom all of this stuff belonged as you came closer to have a proper look. You couldn't remember Bateman saying anything about him being into hunting, but maybe his father did—because this type of free time was quite suitable for people of high society. Reflecting on all these things, you didn’t notice your finger sliding against the handle of one of the big hunting knives. When you spotted a beautiful engraving on it, you squint your eyes in order to read it, but almost right away you were caught like a bratty baby whose curiosity led it into the trap.

“Aren’t you afraid you might cut yourself?” Bateman’s raspy voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Oh! I was just looking and…” you spun around to see Patrick standing in the doorway with his arms crossed on his chest. “Well… I wasn't supposed to touch it.”

For how long was he standing here, and how did he sneak up so quietly that you didn’t even hear a sound to detect him? Sneering, Bateman pushed off from the doorway, his dark eyes tracing all over your shaking frame as he must have been already so aroused. 

“Are you gonna join me in the living room or have you suddenly decided to become a huntress?”

Embarrassed, you moved towards him to peck his cheek before murmuring: “Sorry, daddy. I hope you will forgive me for this little lapse in judgement?” 

“Mm-hmm,” he muttered, giving your butt a brief slap. “I need to think about it. But now, I want you in the living room. Is it clear?”

You nodded in agreement as you moved to the door, leaving Patrick behind your back, so you couldn’t notice him taking exactly that knife you were touching before.

Once you reached the living room, you immediately saw a lighted fireplace which made the entire atmosphere so cozy and warm–you felt your heart melting from the heat it was radiating. Then, you found a glass of red wine which was waiting for you on the coffee table. Taking a sip of the tasty liquid, you placed yourself on the leather couch, watching the flame dancing like it was alive. 

“Enjoying the drink?”

“I’m not an expert on wines, but this one tastes amazing,” you looked up at him before you froze in place. “Patrick, w-why do you need that thing?”

With a devilish smile on his face, Bateman was twirling a knife in his hands as he was slowly getting closer to you; the way his brown eyes were burning with an animalistic bloodlust made you feel a terrible drop in your stomach.

“Relax, Sugar,” Patrick let out a small laugh as he took pleasure in the look of fear you had mastered. “Those weapons definitely got your attention, didn’t they?”

“I… I was just curious, nothing special about i-it.” You hiccupped a bit, feeling an uprising panic inside your chest the closer he was getting.

“Do you like the feeling of danger?” he crooned in a provocative but seductive tone before he reached your place. “When adrenaline is rushing the blood in your veins, hmmm?”

At this moment, a sense of reality drowned in the theatre of madness and you didn’t even notice yourself breathing heavily with your heart beating so fast–he could hear it without a doubt.

“Okay… Now it’s not funny at all,” your voice cracked into a whine as you were going to break away from him, but he stopped you with his grip on your neck the second you tried to do it. “P-Patrick, your words were sufficient. You don’t have to do this...”

“Do what?” Bateman was shamelessly playing on your nerves cause he was so good at it and as a result he could sense the artery on your neck pulsing really quickly. “Do you want to know more about this knife?”

With that said, Patrick pressed a blade to your cheek in a way that didn’t hurt you, but you could feel the coolness of the metal on your skin. Gulping, you looked up at him, watching his fingers going up to your chin and then, he traced them along your lips, forcing you to open your mouth as he slipped his thumb inside of it. Suckling it with a true devotion, you were attempting to soothe your breathing as you were scared to get a cut.

When Bateman pulled his digit out, he drew near to kiss your neck but before he did it, he heard your muffled babble: “Tell me… Tell me more about it…”

Grinning against your skin, he left a notable wet hickey on your bare shoulder as he proceeded his way with the knife, going down to your cleavage. “This knife was exclusively made on my orders, from high-quality steel to the imported wood for the handle. The perfect combination of an extra sharp blade and a special decorative wooden handle.” 

With each word he said, the heat of his body became unbearable to resist as you felt your nipples tense so hard–Patrick wouldn't miss it for sure and soon, you ended up being sprawled on the coffee table, panting and trembling from how he was using the knife, slicing your clothes here and there.

“D-daddy,” you sobbed, fidgeting in your place as you sensed the cold metal gliding over the inner side of your hip. “I’m scared…”

“Don’t be, Sugar. Just stay still if you don’t want to get hurt,” he sneered in a hoarse voice, pulling on your black tights to slice them without hurting you. “Mmhm, I forgot to say–I gifted this knife to my father, so it’s his favourite one from his extensive collection. The fact that you chose exactly this knife turned me on so much…”

Closing your eyes, you wailed in response as at last Patrick cupped your pussy, rubbing your blushing clit with the thumb through your damp underwear; for a moment you even forgot about the blade pressed against your thigh as your body was desperately yearning for more.

“So, I was right when I said that being in danger excites you? Such a nasty risky girl, huh?” Bateman taunted you before he planted a sloppy kiss on your mound, going lower to your little nub and then, he cut your panties, throwing them away like useless trash. “Once I entered that room I could smell your arousal in the air, you're a dirty little slut!”

“T-that's not true! Auhh-Patrick…” 

“C’mon, baby. We are not at school,” he ran his fingers along your moist folds. “And I am not your teacher, you don’t need to hide your perverted vices from me…”

When you looked down to see him pressing a handle of the knife against your clit, you immediately suddenly cried out, leaning on your elbows: “Pat...Patrick! What… What are you doing?”

“You don’t see?”

“S-stop…Mmm-hm….”

“Do ya really want me to stop?” Mocking you, Patrick pushed the handle harder as he was massaging your clit with the tip.

These suddenly blissful sensations made your toes curl and your peaks were painfully tight, just like your whole insides as you felt the building tension in your lower belly.

“Your thirsty pussy certainly needs more,” he growled from watching your slickness running down the handle. “Much more…”

Biting his lower lip, Bateman placed his one hand on your cunt to spread your folds for better control as the thing he was going to do next, was totally destructive to your already clouded mind.

Almost with no resistance, he stuffed your little hole with a handle, fixating you in one place as you were jolting all over the wooden surface of the coffee table and moaning wildly like never: “O…G-God, a-ahhh…Daddy, this… this is…”

“Too much for you?”

“A-aww, y-yeahh,” you had to shush yourself with a palm from the friction the handle was making. “I…”

Paralyzed, you were falling down into oblivion the moment you felt him lapping at your throbbing clit besides the stretching penetrative feeling he was giving you with the handle–these things were pushing you over the edge insanely fast like a high-speed train. Twitching erratically from the intensive tremor, you clung to the wooden table top until your knuckles hurt. Arching your back like a tensed string, you were desperately catching the air between your moans, as all this time Bateman was licking and sucking on your pulsating nub, extending your delirious orgasm, while fucking your roughly with the handle. 

Little drops of sweat were running down your face, when Patrick finally let you come back from your high as he left your body almost breathless.

“And what would you say about that?” panting, he briefly fixed his hair and only then, he pulled out the handle as he was going to clean it up. “According to what I saw–that was not too much for you.”

With all the strength you have left, you got up a bit to watch him licking your wetness off the handle. “No comments from me…I guess.”

His loud chuckle echoed in your head before he demanded: “Get yourself on the couch, we’re not done yet.”

Gulping, you thought he must have been joking, but when you looked into his dark eyes–you had no doubts about him being so damn serious. With shaking knees, you stood up and moved to the leather couch; Patrick was watching your every step as he was undoing his suit. Still quivering, you took the same place you had before, feeling yourself uncomfortable from the endless wetness between your legs. 

“Sugar, look at me…” he purred, coming close to you as he was stroking his fully erected cock. “I’m not gonna face fuck you now, since you were a good girl last twenty minutes… But next time, I will ruin your mouth and your throat and I won’t stop even if you beg me. Understand?”

“Mmhm.” You muffled, giving him a foggy glance. 

“Use words, slut.”

“Yes, Pat… Daddy,” you watched him smirking in satisfaction and then, Patrick got his leg on the edge of the couch, still having a knife in his other hand. “What do you want me to do?”

“Now it’s your turn to taste me, babe,” he pulled you closer to his groin by the back of your head, shoving his dick into your warm mouth. “A-argh…Yes, just like that…”

You mewled against his hot flesh, grabbing on his hips for support but almost instantly, Bateman removed your hands and squeezed your cheeks.

“No-no, I said to taste–not to touch.” His whisper sounded more like a feral growl as he brought the knife right next to your face once again. 

Trembling, you swallowed hard and looked at the blade that could cut you at any second, feeling your heart about to jump out from your chest. Meantime, Bateman displaced his palm onto your swollen tits, pulling down the upper part of your dress to have a better access to your very sensitive nipples, pinching and rolling them painfully between his long fingers.

“Mmmm-hm.” You mewled, feeling his cock twitching in your mouth whenever you tensed your lips around it as if you were sucking your favourite ice-cream. 

“Fuck, Sugar…You’re making daddy feel so good…”

Once you adjusted to the lack of the air in your lungs, he suddenly broke away from you, putting a knife on the floor nearby. Without saying a word, he manhandled you to turn around and lay flat on the couch, with your face pressed against the leather material. When you tried to lift your head, you were harshly pushed back and then; you felt his weight covering your little body. Fuck, Bateman was so powerful–he could easily pin you against any surface he wanted to, leaving you no chance to make any resistance.

“A-awww, Daddy… please! It’s so fucking deep, aa-ahh…” You cried out beneath him as he bottomed you out completely in one smooth thrust.

In return you only heard his low growl, flesh-meeting-flesh sounds bounced against the walls of the living room and there was nothing left for you to do but to be a good girl for him, accepting him the way he was. 

Leaning on his fists, Patrick was pounding into you so briskly–you could felt each vein on his beefy shaft as he was literally fucking you into the couch.

“Patrick…Aaamh!…” Moaning, you turned your head to the side, looking down on the floor and spotting the knife on it.

Right away, Patrick noticed the direction of your gaze and grumped into your ear, giving your butt a hard slap, which would definitely hurt for a while. “My little bitch didn’t get enough of knife games?”

“N-no…I…I just, uu-uaah….”

“Can’t hear you,” he laughed and leaned down, taking the knife in order to press it against your throat. “Do you forget how to speak?”

“I’m…So f-full, mmmhm!”

“Oh, come on!” he slammed into your cunt till his heavy balls, coaxing something incoherent to erupt from your mouth. “I’m fucking your pussy, not your brain…”

Harshly, Bateman pulled on your hair, forcing you to look into his eyes as he was railing you raggedly, making your whole body rock whenever his solid hips were meeting yours. It felt so crazy, being fucked by him like an animal with a knife gliding against the delicate skin of your neck…and yet, you could sense the upcoming rapture in your gut as you couldn’t deny–you liked this man and all the things he was doing with your body cause you were probably as insane as he was.

“Fuck! I’m so close, Sugar… I wanna cum into your pretty mouth,” he blurted out, breathing furiously as he was trying his best to last longer. “Get on your back.”

You heard a knife fall on the floor with a loud thud, when you were changing your position and then, Patrick set himself on his knees over your face, almost straddling it. With a slight push, he buried himself in your mouth, yanking on your hair as he was desperately cresting his high. 

“My perfect b-baby, sucking me so well…” Patrick looked down at you, groaning so loudly as the picture of you devouring his thick cock with such innocent eyes, drooling so badly from how vigorous you were bobbing your head–pushed him over the cliff, making him completely lose his mind. “A-hhh, (Y/N)!”

With closed eyes, Bateman moaned your name as he was spilling his warm seed into your throat and you almost choke on his beefy girth, clawing at his hips. When he slowly pulled out of you, leaving a string of liquids which was extended from your mouth till the blushing tip of his cock, you could feel his body shaking from the tremendous release–his cum was dripping on your tits from your chin as you couldn't swallow all of it and that sensation irrevocably turned you into a ruined sobbing mess.

Huffing, Bateman got his hair out of his face before he spun around in a half as his fingers found their way to your overstimulated pussy once again.

“D-daddy…It feels…So g-good….a-awww!”

That was the last thing you pronounced as you inner walls began to spasm so hard, Patrick had to press you against the couch with his weight as he was finger fucking you in a perfect rhyme, hitting all the right spots inside your cunt. Wrapping your neck, he leant over to your face to kiss your lips, tasting himself on it and consuming all the nasty sounds you were making as you were trembling uncontrollably in his brawny arms.

Later, after you both cleaned yourselves, you were lying on the couch, covered with a blanket which Bateman brought you some minutes ago; it was so warm and soft, you nearly purred from the pleasant feeling as you were totally naked cause you didn’t want to get dressed yet. 

Resting on your elbows, you looked at Patrick who was standing near the fireplace and smoking his favourite cigar. Unlike you, he was wearing a white t-shirt and grey pants, which were perfectly outlining the shape of his tight ass.

“I can’t imagine what your father will say when he knows you took his knife…” You sighed sadly, rolling on your belly.

“He won’t say anything at all.”

“Why?” “I’m gonna borrow this knife from him,” he grinned as he turned in your direction, puffing on his cigar from time to time. “Coz I don’t know when my sugar baby will decide to play this game once more…”

“Me?!” you nearly squealed, getting up on your knees. “That was your idea!” “Really?” he crooned in a teasing way, admiring the view of your exposed body as the blanket slipped down a bit from you moving.  “You know what? Next time, I don’t mind if you use this knife on me. I've got some shirts I don’t really like–you can slice some of them.”

The last thing you remembered before you fell asleep was him rumbling about the modern techniques of making different weapons and that one day, he should definitely take you to the shooting gallery. Simply irresistible man…

[jerzwriter]

So... Reverse uno on your ask about if they've ever lost the kids, BUT ALSO! in addition to that...

When Ethan, Tobias and your MC's were young - did their parents ever lose them?!

Hey Ren!

I'm so sorry this is so late - but wait - you haven't answered the original either. lmao OK, I feel better now! Let's explore below. Them losing kids first, their own childhood experiences after.

Ethan x Kaycee:

I imagine Ethan is an overbearing, helicopter parent to little Emma most of the time. Kaycee would be, but she had to ease off because, with two parents like that, even they wouldn't be able to afford the therapy. But I imagine they lost Emma once.

They attended a state fair in late summer when Emma was around 4. It was crowded, and in the chaos, there was some miscommunication. Ethan thought Kaycee was watching her while he ran to the restroom, and Kaycee thought he was watching as she ran to buy Emma a snack. When they realized what happened, they both went into a panic. Luckily for them, Aunt Sienna and Uncle Bryce were nearby, and Emma wasn't unattended at all, but that didn't stop her parent's hearts from stopping just a bit.

Tobias x Casey:

So they have three little spitfires that have all the spunk and sass of their parents inside their tiny little selves. And did I mention they have three of them? I can see these girls (especially the younger two) hiding in clothing racks in stores, running off when they weren't supposed to, etc. It probably would have happened more often, except... the one time it did, they learned a pretty serious lesson.

I can see it happening at a mall. Tobias and Casey have the three girls, who have been a little hyperactive today. He's already given Casey the "we have to get out of her in five, or I'm losing my mind" signal, and she's already agreed. Sammy's whining that she needs to go to the bathroom (again...) and the other two decide to play a trick on their parents and hide.

When Casey turns around, and the girls are gone, she is calm at first, assuming they're playing around, but when they don't come out... she starts panicking. (She has an anxiety disorder, and this triggers her.) Tobias tells her to calm down, and they notify Mall staff, who initiate protocol for missing children. Tobias and & Casey start looking, but Casey starts crying and has a panic attack... seeing this from their hiding spot, Brooke & Kayla are afraid to come out but figure it's better that they do.

The girls felt so guilty, and got such a talking to after that watching them going forward became much easier as the girls made sure to stay close by no matter what. (I'm sure there were other minor incidents since there were 3 of them, but this would be the biggie)

Eli x Zoe:

I'm going to say no to them, at least not when the children were teens or younger. Why? It's a matter of survival. There was the incident in canon where the little girl, May, went missing - and look what happened there. lol But all children in the colony would be extremely well supervised, and Eli and Zoe's children would be no exception. However, the utter angst if they did.

Trystan x Zoe:

I'm not 100% sure if they are endgame yet 😟 (though they prob will be), but I don't know if children are in the cards for them. Even if they're not, they could be watching someone else's child. Honestly, I may make this a fic. The idea of the detectives losing a child and having the child outwit them is kind of hysterical.

(FYI this is much harder with so many pairings lol)

Were they ever lost as kids?

Casey/Kaycee lived in Philadelphia, and in their neighborhood, children played outside by themselves a little more than they do now. C/K loved riding their bikes with their friends as they got older; it was transportation as well as recreation, but they had strict rules about how far they could go, and usually, they honored that. However, one night, they didn't come home at the time expected, and the parents were worried. A neighbor lent them their car so they could search, and they were becoming panicked when they learned Casey/Kaycee was already home. There may have been some incidents of getting lost in a supermarket for a minute or so, but not too many. C/K was an only child who always wanted to be a good little girl, so I think she tended to stick close.

Ethan, I think he was an imp. He probably wandered around when he was told not to, especially if there was something he found intriguing. We used to have stores called The Sharper Image. They sold high-end novelty things, often with a scientific/technology bend. I can see a young Ethan getting distracted by something in there and not hearing his parents say, "Let's go," so he'd lag behind.

After Louise took off, I think Ethan had some days of purposely going missing. While Alan reminded himself his son was acting out and likely safe, it was no less stressful on his father.

Tobias was from a wealthy family and was rarely without supervision by his parents or childcare help as a young boy, so getting lost wasn't an easy endeavor. But I'm sure it happened at times. Probably at big family events - on his mother's side because he and his cousins were having so much fun and not paying attention - on his father's because he was trying to get away. Now, I wouldn't want to deal with Vivian Carrick after that - so I'm sure he learned not to let it happen again lol

I'm stopping now because my mind is mush! lol Thanks Ren!

[goddesspharo]

14, 30

[writing ask meme]

14. Write and share the first sentence of a new fic. Just that.

In space, no one can hear you scream, but that has never stopped anyone before.

30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't.

Top Gun Maverick baseball AU. This requires a bit of backstory or it doesn't but I'm giving it to you anyway! There are many people who think baseball is boring (plebes!), but I love it because it's like the only sport where it ain't over 'til it's over. You could theoretically be down ten runs with one out left and still go on to win the game. It's the sports equivalent of the beauty of life - infinite opportunities for redemption and glory, the ever-present chance to be better and do better if you try hard enough, the idea that you can change your trajectory if it isn't working for you (obviously all easier said than done, but it's also easier to talk about a grand slam than to actually do it).

All of that is to say that baseball is GREAT but it can also break your heart. A few months ago, I saw this screen cap of Rhys Hoskins (in the background) and Bryce Harper (foreground) after it was announced that Hoskins got traded from the Phillies because Harper was going to be their go-to 1B and suddenly all I wanted to do was write that TGM AU where Bradley Bradshaw suffers a season-ending injury that catapults Jake Seresin into the spotlight when he has to switch positions and is GREAT at it and the complicated emotions involved in Bradley trying to figure out who he is when the thing that defined his entire life is taken away from him for reasons beyond his control and he is left to be a spectator while someone does Rooster's thing better than him! The heartbreak and fragility of professional sports! (75% of the reason I watch sports is to be heartbroken - FACTS. SUMMER OLYMPICS LFG. I AM READY TO CRY.) Trying to navigate a found family when he feels like he no longer has a place in it! The inherent jealousy that comes with no longer being the fan favorite! His GM boning his nemesis! (Will I ever write TGM fic where Phoenix isn't a boss bitch? Never, sorry to say.)

But I didn't write it because it would basically be the not PG version of Rookie of the Year meets Gordon Bombay's ennui in the first Mighty Ducks movie meets everyone being a prick in Any Given Sunday meets Jason Street on Friday Night Lights. But more importantly, it would require me to have a lot more knowledge about the mechanics of baseball than I care to google. But just know that in my heart, it would've been great.

(There was a google doc though. I did name it YEEHAW BASEBALL. But then everything my fingers typed out in said google doc was about mobsters.)

[peonyblossom]

Hii 🥰

I saw this picture and thought it might inspire a fic or an edit (no pressure 🥰)

Stained Glass and Stuffed Animals

Book: Open Heart (takes place during book 2) Pairing(s): Aurora Emery x Sienna Trinh (pre-slash/implied); Sydney & The Gang Words: 750 Category: Platonic fluff Rating: General AO3 link here Summary: Sienna continues her own little tradition of Valentine's sleepovers with her friends, even if most of them already live in the same apartment. A/N: For @choicesficwriterscreations Valentine's Day Event "Focusing on other kinds of love" and @choicespride Valentine's Day Event "Sleepover"

“I made cookies!” Sienna cheered as soon as Sydney and Jackie entered the apartment. They’d had the latest shifts out of all of the gang, but were finally coming home to an apartment smelling of vanilla, sugar cookies, and sour candy. 

“Of course you did. I’d expect nothing less.” Sydney smiled walking into the kitchen to see said cookies. They were heart-shaped and had colorful candy in the center, looking almost like stained glass. “Oh wow these look awesome!” 

“I wanted to try something new and I saw these on Pinterest! They turned out way better than I expected for a first try.”

“This was your first try?” Jackie exclaimed, looking over Sydney’s shoulder. 

“Well… yeah, but I also made cupcakes earlier in case these didn’t turn out well.” 

“God, I love you.” Jackie left the kitchen to go change out of her work close and into her pajamas. Despite the fact that they lived together, they were having a ‘sleepover,’ which essentially meant sleeping on blow-up mattresses, sleeping bags, and the couch in the living room, pretending to have a sleepover. Except for Bryce, Rafael, and Kyra who didn’t live there. It was a real sleepover for them.

Valentine’s Day was different when almost the whole group was single, Sydney being the only one that wasn’t. A lot of the single people were working on Valentine’s Day anyway, so they were having their sleepover a couple days before. Sienna had been raised to believe that Valentine’s Day was to celebrate all types of love – not just romantic – so she had been hosting Valentine’s Day sleepovers with her friends for years.

“I’m gonna go change into my pajamas, then I will be back so we can start whatever wonderful sleepover activities you have planned.” Sydney chastely kissed Sienna’s cheek before going into his room to change. 

Sienna hummed as she brought her tray of cookies over to the sleepover setup in the living room, where Bryce, Rafael, and Kyra were waiting. She settled onto the couch, pulling a fuzzy blanket over her legs, and texted the roomie groupchat to tell them to get their butts out of their rooms and join her sleepover.

“Why are we doing this again?” Aurora asked, coming out of her room. 

“It’s my tradition! You’re doing it to make me happy.” Sienna smiled.

“Yeah, whatever.” Aurora tried to hide her smile as she sat next to Sienna on the couch. 

The rest of the roomies made their way out of their rooms to join Sienna, all of them getting comfortable on the various couches, mattresses, and blankets. Not to mention Sienna’s collection of Squishmallow friends. 

They quickly settled into the sleepover routine, never forgotten from their youths, despite most of them having not had a proper sleepover in years. What med student has time for that? The closest most of them had gotten in those years was accidentally falling asleep on the couch or a bed with their fellow med student roommates while they were both up late studying. Nevertheless, now they were watching Mean Girls, gossiping, painting each other's nails, and, of course, enjoying the treats Sienna had made them all. 

She knew that even if her friends poked fun at her for hosting a sleepover when most of them already lived together, she knew they were enjoying themselves. Everyone was smiling and laughing and cuddling with each other, late into the night. Eventually, everyone fell asleep except Sienna who carefully stepped over them to clean up the dirty dishes. Upon getting up off the couch, Aurora awoke, yawning quietly. She admired Sienna and how wonderfully she could host. Sienna didn’t notice Aurora was awake until she also got up and brought some more dirty dishes to Sienna in the kitchen.

“Oh, did I wake you?” Sienna whispered.

“Yeah, probably, but it’s okay. I don’t mind helping you clean up a little.” Aurora shrugged.

“Are you sure? I know you live here and all, but I’m still technically the host. Cleaning is my job, you know?” Sienna took the dirty dishes from Aurora and started rinsing them. 

“Yeah, it’s fine. I like cleaning.”

“Good. We need more of that around here.” Sienna smiled, blushing slightly. She watched as Aurora made her way back to the couch to attempt to go back to sleep. Once Sienna finished cleaning, she rejoined Aurora on the couch, cuddling up against her. Maybe spending Valentine’s Day single this year wasn’t so different. At least, it didn’t have to be.

[daughter-of-melpomene]

For the if they were canon ask game: 🎬 + Genesis Welton, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs ✨💙✨

Always happy to answer asks about my babe Genesis! Thanks a bunch, Alexandra!! <3

HOW THEY'D BE INTRODUCED:

The really good thing about the original series, I think, is that it really sort of just drops us into the Star Trek universe and tells us to play catch-up with learning about the world and the characters. So I think Gen's introduction would just be a shot of her in the medical bay, filling out some forms on their holopad and trading banter with Bones, before Jim comes in needing something.

WHO THE FANDOM SHIPS THEM WITH:

Despite how closed off she is as a person, Gen is actually very shippable. Obviously a good portion of the fandom would ship them, Kirk, and Spock, but there would also be people shipping her with solely one or the other, as well as those who ship them with Uhura and Sulu. (There would also, of course, be those few wayward souls who would write fics about her and Bones, but those people are weird and we do not speak of them.)

WHY THE FANDOM LOVES THEM:

In addition to being a total badass, they'd be the first explicit representation of genderqueer people in media ever, as well as her relationship with Kirk and Spock being the first explicit representation of polyamorous relationships in media, and I think that would give hope to a lot of people.

WHY THE FANDOM HATES THEM:

I honestly feel like most of the hate around them would just be from hateful people - those who didn't want to see any queer representation or those who didn't want to see a female-presenting character being strong and powerful (though I will say anyone like that just shouldn't watch any Star Trek media at all). I also feel like a lot of people wouldn't like how distant and cold she can be at times, even after their past has been explained and the audience can understand why she is the way they are.

WHAT THE CAST RELATIONSHIP WOULD BE LIKE:

Bryce Dallas Howard is pretty awesome, so I can definitely see her getting along with the cast! She and William Shatner would definitely be good friends, and she would definitely be besties with George Takei.

WHAT WAS THEIR AUDITION SCENE:

Probably a scene of her and Kirk talking about their Starfleet days and just exchanging back-and-forth; it would be good for seeing how a prospective actor's chemistry with William Shatner would be, and for seeing how well they could deliver Gen's snappy dialogue.

DEPENDANT UPON THE FANDOM, WHO THEY'D BE AT A PRESS TOUR/AT COMIC CON WITH:

Probably William Shatner, Leonard Nimoy, and DeForest Kelley. I can definitely picture them all together in interviews and cons, laughing and sharing filming stories.

IF THEY SPOIL THINGS:

I can definitely picture Bryce spoiling a couple things purely by accident (😅). Nothing too major, though!

IF THE SHOW/MOVIE HAS ENDED, ARE THEY HAPPY WITH THEIR CHARACTER'S ENDING AND THE ENDING AT LARGE:

I mean, the story of Star Trek is never going to be fully over, I don't think, but I can definitely see Bryce being happy with Gen's ending from the original series and movies. They end it retired from Starfleet, married to the men she loves, and at peace for once in their life - what better ending than that could you ask for?

send me 🎬 + an oc!!

[acourtofladydeath]

🎵❤️ you better watch out, you better not cry. you better not pout, I’m telling you why. Santa Claus is coming to your inbox 💚🎵

Hello acourtofladydeath darling,

It’s Rhys Santa 🥰

I’m happy to say that your present has an outline now!!!! In the future my questions will likely be more targeted to the fic itself (without giving too much away hopefully) but this week they are broader because I’m curious.

• If you had to choose (which you do because I’m asking) what is your favorite scene in the acotar series? If you’d like to tell me your other maasverse favs as well, feel free.

My favorite scene is probably in acofas when Feyre and Cassian drunk decorate the townhouse and Azriel comes in and fixes everything then gets caught guzzling Rhys’s wine. The rest of that night obviously doesn’t go too great, but I love that glimpse of their happiness and Azriel letting himself be fully present with his family for once.

• What do you love to do when you aren’t writing or reading?

I’m omitting a few things to ensure my anonymity, but I really enjoy spending time with my family and friends and taking my dog on long walks and cooking 😁

• What is your favorite food? What is your favorite beverage?

I struggle to answer these honestly because I love food, but one of my favorites that I’m currently craving is French onion soup. For beverages I think I have to say coffee ☕️

• Finally, one minor fic-related thing: what do you think Eris smells like?

Have a wonderful Friday and weekend ❤️

Santa, this has been an incredibly hard week and it's like someone told you to stop by. Thank the gods for that. Amazing, as always, to hear from you.

Soooo excited to hear you have an outline!! I'm here for whatever you've got stewin' up.

Okay, I am putting a cut here. Major ACOTAR, TOG, and CC spoilers below said cut. You've been warned, reader.

I think my favorite ACOTAR series scene might be Nesta wielding the sword for the first time and saying "never again". I needed that in my life and it's a moment that always makes me cry with joy and sorrow and righteousness not only for her, but for myself.

Honorable mentions that would also be top choices if you weren't making me pick just one: Chapter 54 (ACOMAF), Cass and Az saving Feyre and Lucien through her reunion with Rhys, Suriel and "leave this world better than you found it", Cassian's death dance at the battle at Summer, and basically the entirety of the battle of Hybern starting with Rhys's speech and getting increasingly better with every single twist until Cassian's speech (still the best Nessian moment). And almost any time Lucien or Eris speak is a high point for me. I just relistened to the scene where Lucien, Cassian, and Eris were meeting with Vassa and Jurian and when I tell you I was on the edge of my seat the entire time I truly mean it, I love getting the brothers interacting with each other and Lucien putting Cassian in his fucking place. ACOWAR is my favorite book, and then ACOSF.

My favorite TOG moments are when Aelin and Aedion reunite after she saves him from the King, and when Dorian and Chaol reunite after his collar is off and Chaol falls from the tower. Also losing the 13 to a white yielding with Asterin bear-breasted fucking that grandma up, and Aelin giving Gavriel the blood oath postmortem. Ruin me Sara Janet, just ruin me.

Crescent City favorite moments: Bryce with the vacuum and Hunt getting out of that crown of thorns and tearing the place to shreds. Danika helping her make the drop, and Bryce seeing the pack by the water's edge (I don't trust that shit anymore for a gods damned second after book 2 BUT IT WAS STILL NICE WHILE IT LASTED). Bryce helping Hunt in the shower as well. The interactions between Flynn, Declan, Tharion, and Ithan in book 2 while they're doing research made me giddy. "That lightning thing" Hunt does will always fucking get me.

OKAY SO NOW THAT I'VE ONLY JUST ANSWERED THE FIRST QUESTION.

When I'm not reading or writing, I really love cooking. I like experimenting with new things, and typically watch a show or listen to a book while I'm at it. It's about to be soup season and I'm very excited! I'm also learning sous vide and hope to use that more. I also really enjoy creating things, and will paint or craft most of my Christmas gifts if I have the time. I also enjoy taking long walks!! I go for "book walks" where I go full on Belle and literally walk like 3+ miles while reading my book. I've been told it's skill by those who have witnessed it. It's a great time!

Favorite food. If you can't tell I'm bad at picking just one thing. I'd say my favorite dish is frutti de mare. But every year for my birthday I make myself surf and turf. I also love sushi and the process of making sushi. I'm still trying to get the rice juuuuust right. My favorite drink is a good coffee in the morning and a Manhattan at night.

I think Eris smells like a hot flames on a brisk wind with a touch of nutmeg. Not very smokey though, it's that close to the roaring fire smell that you can feel burn your nose hairs. And he leaves behind the crisp sweetness of decaying leaves. The scent of death and a coming rebirth, like Eris will be for his father and his court.

[genevievemd]

What was your pairing doing each Valentine’s day? (Book 1, 2 and 3, + the first one after series) as in “what was happening in their lives that February 14th.” Did they acknowledge it in any kind of way? (Book 1 or 2). Do you have Valentine’s Day fics?

Hi Nonny! I love this question!

Book 1:

Valentine’s Day, in the Saraverse, falls a few weeks after Miami. Things are tense between them. I never really had an idea on what that VDay looked like until @jerzwriter sent me a prompt for intern year and now I KNOW! Lol

Gen gets a box of chocolates and flowers from a “secret admirer” (it’s either going to be Bryce or her sister being sneaky and doing it to make Ethan jealous) and Ethan gets all bent out of shape about it. To which Gen replies, if you hadn’t stop us in Miami this could have been from you. This could be us, but it’s not. And then things remain tense for a few weeks.

He drinks alone at donahues that night and contemplates what the fuck he’s doing with this life.

Book 2:

Valentine’s Day this time around falls two weeks after the hopeful hearts gala and when the hospital is now running like a clinic. Gen and Ethan have been unofficially together since the chemical attack and gen is convinced Ethan is going to do something for vday because why wouldn’t he?

He doesn’t. And it leads to their first real fight, the “great war” if you will. They don’t speak for to weeks and things are not looking good. He doesn’t understand why it was a big deal because he shows her he cares every other day of the year and he shouldn’t need one specific day to do that. Gen just wanted to effort and meaning behind it and doesn’t understand how he can’t see that.

They end up making up but things aren’t the same for a while because Ethan is still refusing to commit fully and she’s aware they may end as soon as the hospital closes and she has to transfer residencies.

Come June, when everything is okay again he asks her out on their first real date and that night explains to her his reasonings for being so hesitant for so long

Book 3 (Sara’s Version cause we don’t follow canon):

It’s their first real Valentine’s Day as a couple, they’ve been dating for 8 months and it’s bliss. Ethan is determined to make up for the previous year and goes all out. He asks her to be his valentine a few days before, she almost cries because it was the sweetest thing ever. (He asked her via a note he left in her pocket — he always left her little notes once they started dating)

Come the “big day” he takes her to a fancy dinner, they dance to one of their songs at dinner, and he writes her a love letter. A legit love letter. (Which you can read here). He also gets her a box of chocolates that looks like an envelope to go with the fact that he writes her little notes. It was the one of the sweetest things he ever did for her.

Post series:

They got engaged two months after Valentine’s Day year 3, so come the following v-day they’re secrectly married following their elopement in Paris and 3 months shy of their actual wedding.

Unfortunately, at this moment they’re in a fight. Their second “Great War” and probably their worst fight ever.

Unbeknownst to Gen, ethan had been planing to fix their distance and fight on Valentine’s Day by taking her to a drive in (where they had their second date) to watch Grease (like they did on that second date) but right before v-day he gets into an accident at Derry Roasters. And that plan is squashed.

They make up after this, as they realize how stupid they were and they go away to a bed and breakfast in Maine for Valentine’s Day.

You can read that here and see the edits version here.

I have plans to eventually write book 1 and 2s but right now I’m taking a much needed break for my mental health. So the only valentines you can read are the ones I linked above!

That’s for the question, lovey 💕

[pixelsandkink]

5 writer asks!

1 Story to be proud of & why:

Scoundrel, Flirt, Fool -- I’m not exactly sure why I think this. for one, I wanted to write kind of a drawn out...seduction sequence and not even gonna lie, I nailed it lmfao. like, I’m sure I’ll take the same trope and top it, but I’m happy. I like the banter and the emotions here too. 

2 Stories that are most popular by readers: 

Last Time - this was like a QUICK little thing that sprang to my mind and I wrote it in like an hour. so while, I’m not sure I agree, I had fun listing to TiO by Zayn on repeat and its Ethan Ramsey so that’s why it took off lol. 

Keep Up - the one-shot that spawned a Thomas Hunt series that is finally a hairsbreadth from being done and will by my choices magnum opus. I think ppl might actually be a little right about this one, i’m kinda proud of it (and the series) for lots of reasons.

3 Stories with the best characters & why: 

(In general, idk if I’m great about keeping things in character, and sometimes I don’t care, but I think I did okay in these.) 

A Good Night - I think I got Maxwell pretty good here. I dislike that he tends to be a bit of a...joke in fic. Yes, he’s goofy and silly and that’s here too, but he’s also a whole person. 

Top Five - I think I got Levi pretty well here. He’s funny, and laidback, but he can also be quite caring and serious and sexy and I think that’s here too! 

Come Back to Me - idk if I got Raleigh’s dialogue right but the body language seems right to me and that’s that on that! 

4 Stories I was excited to write about: 

Starlight (I knew the line I was writing toward), The Inevitable Thing, Worship (the domme energy), Caught, Much (Syphax)

5 of my personal favorite stories: in no particular order...

High Like Headlights, Birthday Licks, Million, 647, Be There With You

thanks for tagging me @writinghereandthere and @zaffrenotes! 

I’m tagging: @breaumonts, @pixeljazzy, @zigtheeortega, @agentnatesewell (ahem, lotta good twc stuff) 

[simplyparker]

Traitor

gif by @megmeg-chan

Navigation // Marvel Masterlist

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter did something and he can't take it back.

Warnings: Cursing, Cheating,

Word Count: 2.3k

A/n: I wanted to do something angsty. And I would just like to say I'm picturing Bryce Dallas Howard (Tobey's Gwen Stacey) for this. Also, this is something I posted for a whole different fandom back in June on Wattpad. The original title was going to be 'Liar' but then I was re-reading it and wanted to make it a 'song fic' type thing because of this sentence: Tears spilled from your eyes, as you looked into his brown guilty ones. He looked like he understood how this felt for you.

brown guilty eyes and little white lies yeah

You were watching TV while Peter was in the shower. He had been off lately, and you just assumed it was because of patrolling. You snap out of your thoughts to a ding, then another, then another. His phone kept going off. It could have been May needing help with something. But normally if she can't get ahold of Peter she calls you.

You look over at the coffee table where his phone is, and you grab it. He has his settings to where you can't see the messages unless unlocked, but you can still see the name.

i played dumb but i always knew

'Gwen'

Who the hell was Gwen? And why was she blowing up his phone? It had been about a minute since she messaged when a call came through. You hadn't even noticed Peter got out of the shower and was dressed until he snatched the phone out of your hand and declined the call.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked, anger lacing his voice.

"I just wanted to see who was blowing up your phone like it's their job," you answer in an annoyed tone, completely done with him acting like a dick. He didn't say anything, just walking into your room. You got off the couch and followed him. "Where are you going?" you ask.

"Out." He says grabbing his wallet.

"Out to see her?" you ask, he looks at you and slowly walks over to you. He takes his hand and holds your face.

"No baby, I'm gonna go hang out with Ned. Okay." He says, then kisses your lips gently. You know he was lying, but still, put a smile on your face and responded,

i kept quiet so I could keep you

"Okay," you said. And with that, he left.

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It had been a few months since that happened. Peter was always "hanging out with friends". So you decided to call Ned and Harry, Peter's only friends. Ned told you that he hadn't really seen Peter, but that was because he's been in LA with his girlfriend Betty. Harry said "Sorry y/n, but I haven't seen Peter in weeks."

Even after knowing all this information, you didn't say anything to him. You played dumb when he was around. You needed to talk to someone about this so, you invited MJ over to your apartment.

She had brought some wine so you guys could unwind. And you told her everything. The calls. The texts at late hours. Always leaving earlier than he used to. Telling her how much it hurt. How it felt like you'd been losing him for months. How he wouldn't tell you 'I love you' back. And you cried in her arms. She rubbed soothing circles in your back and eventually your tears calmed down.

"Ugh. We should have let Flash beat the living shit out of him." Michelle says out of nowhere.

"Huh," you say lifting your head from her shoulder.

"Freshman year, when Flash was going to beat him up for whatever reason, but we stopped him. We should have let him." MJ says and you laugh.

Even with MJ trying to cheer you up there was still a problem at bay. Peter had texted you and told you that he could come over tomorrow to hang out. But you already decided what was going to happen tomorrow. You were going to confront him, and end things.

About an hour later MJ left, even though she said she could stay the night, you insisted go downstairs to her apartment. You tossed and turned all night. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to drink with Michelle and then send her back to her apartment.

You kept overthinking. Was he actually cheating? Or were you making it up in your head? Were you actually over-reacting? If you were wrong, you lost him. If you were right, god please don't be right, you lost him. But deep down you knew you weren't wrong.

Because here's the truth, you couldn't lie to him, even over stupid things, safe to say it wasn't the same for him. It really hurt knowing you weren't good enough for him. Knowing that while you were in love with him, he was longing after someone else. Maybe he was even fucking her too.

you said you were friends but it sure as hell doesn't look like it

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Today was the day. You slept like shit but you were done with his little white lies. Well, maybe not 'little white lies' maybe more like huge gray stories.

You were sitting on the couch. Your couch. The couch helped you pick out, and carry in. The couch where so many memories were made.

It's also the couch where you discovered something you wish you hadn't. The couch that you had discovered Peter's lies. Peter's secrets. The same couch where you cried on Michelle's sweater, over a boy who didn't make you feel the same as he used to.

You had a show on Netflix playing, but you weren't paying much attention. You had texted Peter telling him to just let himself in when he got there. You didn't think you could open the door if he knocked. You probably would have locked it and told him to fuck off.

He walked in with a smile on his face. Closed the door behind him, and set his jacket on the back of the chair that was closest to the door. He came up to you to give you a kiss but you tilted your head away.

"Peter?" You say in a quieter voice. He backs up a bit and you stand up.

"Yes?" He asks.

"Who have you been out with?" You ask.

"Just Ned and Harry, y/n." He sighed.

"Just stop lying. I know you haven't been with them. Harry says he hasn't seen you in weeks, and Ned," You laugh, " Ned is in fucking LA" you say.

"Baby," he says and reaches out to touch your shoulder.

"Don't! Don't fucking babe me right now. You've been seeing another girl behind my back." You raised your voice.

He just looked at you with his guilty eyes.

"Do you love her? Does she love you? Does she know about your little secret identity? Was she there for you when Tony died? Or- or when you were in such a dark fucking place you were doing shit that would kill you?" You let a tear slip.

you talked to her when we were together loved you at your worst

He just stood there, saying nothing, with teary eyes.

"I ASKED YOU! I ASKED you who she was. I saw the notifications on your phone. I heard the phone ring at late times in the night. Did you sleep with her? While you were sleeping with me?" tears were rolling down your cheeks, and it was starting to get hard to breathe.

"We never slept together, y/n, but," He says with a sigh

"But? But what?" You ask, aggressively wiping the tears from your face.

"We only kissed a few times." He tilts his head down and stares at the floor. And you laugh, a sad, tearful, broken, laugh.

"Fuck off." You told him.

"Y/n... I never meant to hurt you." He spoke softly.

"What's the point, Peter? I'm in love with yet another guy who ends up cheating on me. Is it me? Is there something wrong with me? I mean there has to be right?"

"Y/n there's nothing wrong with you-" He starts, but you physically can't hear the excuses so you cut him off.

"Just get your stuff and get out." and he did what you said. While he walked to your bedroom to get his clothes you grabbed a bottle of rum out of your freezer and just drank. Eventually, he left and you fully broke down.

The next day, MJ came to check on you. Luckily she had a spare key because there was no way you were leaving that couch. She brought some food for both of you to eat for dinner.

"He cheated. Or should I say "We only kissed a few times"?" You say as she sits down next to you.

"Are you fucking serious?" she rolls her eyes. "At least you know now. Even if the truth makes me want to murder him." She says. "Could be worst." You nod your head.

"Yeah," you laugh, "I could be pregnant." You say, and Michelle looks over at you like she's seen a ghost.

"But you're not... right?" She asks.

"No, thank god. I got my period on schedule today." You say, taking a slice of pizza out of the box.

"Holy shit y/n. Don't do that again. Thought we were about to have to raise a baby today." She laughs making you laugh. A few minutes of quiet, the only sound coming from the movie playing on your TV.

"I have to go get me shit from his place." You say.

"What shit do you have there?" She asks.

"Some clothes, phone charger, a small jewelry box," you reply

"Whats in the jewelry box?"Michelle asks, grabbing another slice of pizza.

"Just a few rings like 3 or 4, and a necklace my mom gave me." You say taking another bite.

"I'll go with you, to pick up your shit."

"Okay, thanks. But I don't wanna go today, maybe give it a week to two to cool down on my part. If I see him I might cry on sight." you say, and she nods.

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A week and a half later you and Michelle drove over to Peter's apartment. Apartment 12A. MJ knocks on the door for you and someone that's not Peter answers. She's tall and has long platinum blonde hair.

"Can I help you?" she asks, and it must have clicked in both your, and Michelle's head at the same time. This is Gwen. MJ pusses her way past Gwen and pulls you along with her.

ain't it funny remember i brought her up and you told me i was paranoid

"Hey! You can't just walk in like this" She yells, but MJ ignores her. MJ leads you to the room that toy and Peter used to share when you were over at his place. He shares it with her now. You couldn't believe he just ran to her the second you broke up. He probably fucked her for support or something like that the same night too. You and MJ got inside the bedroom and saw Peter standing there.

"Hey?" He says in a confused tone.

"We came to pick up her stuff dipshit." Michelle answers.

"Oh yeah, sure go ahead." He says awkwardly.

"Babe they just barged in." Gwen stomps her foot.

"It's okay Gwen. That's Y/n and her friend Michelle, they're just gonna pick up the last of her stuff." Peter says.

"Oh, Y/n?" She looks at you, talking about you, not to you." I was right when I said she wasn't good enough for you. Who dresses like that anyways?" You roll your eyes and actually look at her. She's wearing a white tennis skirt and a familiar purple hoodie that has a small white heart on the chest.

"Don't start shit," Peter says to her.

“That’s my hoodie.” you look at her neck and see a necklace your mom gave you. “And that's my necklace.” you look over at Peter “You gave her my necklace? You know my mom gave me that before she died. What the fuck Peter,” you say.

“I didn’t give her shit. She must have found it in your jewelry box.”

“Sorry I didn’t know.” Gwen scoffs, taking off the necklace and giving it to you.

“No, you didn't know. You don’t know anything about me, or him. You don’t know half the shit we’ve been through. You just had to come along and wreck the ONE stable thing that I’ve ever had. And then you want to take my shit and judge me? I'm wearing black fucking sweatpants and a plain blue shirt. Sorry, I'm not wearing Ralph fucking Lauren to my ex-boyfriend's house to pick up all the shit I had here, because he said forever and didn't mean it."

god i wish that you had thought this through before i went and fell in love with you

Gwen just looked at you, and she kind of looked guilty. And Peter, Peter looked like shit.

"Can you just do me one favor? Just answer one question." You say, and Gwen nods her head hesitantly. "Where you guys fucking before we broke up?" you ask, and your voice cracks a little. Gwen looks down at the ground and Peter jerks his head over to her.

"Yes." She says. Michelle scoffs and grabs one of the bookbags you guys stuffed your things into. You look over at Peter.

"But just kissing right?" You shake your head, and Peter reaches out to touch you and explain himself.

"y/n-" but you cut him off.

"You know what, save it." He nods and you crack a smile. "What's that one thing that Lizzo says? "So you can tell your friends: Shoot your shot when you see 'em It's OK," I would tell you to tell Harry that but, he's already in my DMs" you wink and MJ laughs and Peters dropped jew. You pick up the other book bag and walk out of the apartment with Michelle.

When you get to the car you pop the trunk and MJ is the first to speak,

"So, Harry's in your DMs?" She asks.

"When he found out I ended thing with Peter, he texted me and asked if I wanted him to be his rebound. I almost took him up on it. I mean, he kinda looks like James Franco." you say and close the trunk. She laughs and both of you get in the car and drive back to your apartment.

Maybe you will take Harry up on his offer...

[peonierose]

Go blonder

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Luna Auclair

Rating: Fluff

Summary: When you try out something new and it looks even better then you thought 😍

Words: 3,000+

Author’s note: This takes part before Luna and Bryce moved back to Hawaii. Enjoy 😚

Music inspiration for this fic can be found here

Side note: Thank you so much for reading through and making suggestions @annieruok94 ❤️ It really helped me.

And a big thanks goes to the wonderful @ofmischiefandmedicine for our late brainstorm session. Ugh I loved it 😍😱 Because it gave me the push to actually realize how to put the story together. (Also I added a part that I actually wanted to exclude, but thought it’s actually nice so why not include it?) Again thanks a bunch ❤️

Three months ago….

It’s Sunday and we’re enjoying some alone time.

Keiki is off with friends. It feels much quieter without her here. As if a vital element is missing.

Bryce’s voice makes me come out of my thoughts.

”Do you think I would look hot as a blond?“ Bryce directs his question at me and I look up from my magazine in the bathtub. While he stands in front of the mirror admiring himself.

Turning this and that way.

”Did you loose a bet with Jackie again?“ I ask turning a page.

He gives me an indignant stare.

I snicker at his expression.

”What? It could be. You always seem to be on the losing end,“ I laugh at his sour expression.

”I’m not always losing,“ he says but then seems to think back and says

”Okay maybe I lost once or twice but so what?“ he says pouting. He looks really cute.

”You know you already look hot, but if you want to change it up a bit I‘m in. We’d be the blond duo. Get it?“

I say smiling up at him, which he acknowledges with a grin in return, his chocolate brown eyes lighting up.

He continues but the grin stays in place, making me wonder what he’s up to.

”I did hear the nurses whisper about some sort of bet. You know if I would actually go through with it,“ he replies.

I ponder over that for a second.

”Is the betting pool still open? I’d really like to place a bet,“ I say.

He raises an eyebrow.

”Are you that sure you’re going to win?“ he asks unperturbed.

I shrug and the water sloshes around me and I turn to look at B again.

”It’s all in the cards my good man,“ I wink at him.

”Really?“ he gives me a pointed stare and my eyes dart to his naked chest.

Well I’ll be honest he is pretty distracting with that towel hanging pretty low around his waist and my eyes do wander but I try and keep them up, because I know I’ll never hear the end of it.

I smile, because secretely I like it when he mocks me when I lose my focus while I was staring at him.

It’s not just his looks that drew me to him. Though they don’t hurt. It’s him. End of story.

I continue with my phrases, which I know annoy the hell out of him.

”All sings point to yes,“ I say.

”I’m out of here, before you start getting out the tarot cards and your crystal ball. Watching Harry Potter getting through class was enough,“ he says and just up and walks out of the bathroom, which makes me laugh so hard I almost create a little lake on the bathroom tiles.

“I have a portable one,“ I yell and laugh at my own joke. I can only hear his receding footsteps.

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Ten minutes later I come out of the bathroom smelling like freshly plucked daisies. According to B. To tell you the truth I have no idea if that’s true. Or if daisies smell like this.

Bryce is on the phone with Keiki and smiles at me when I enter the living room. He scoots over and makes room for me on the couch.

“Hey Keiks,“ I say next to Bryce.

He laughs into the phone.

“What?“ I look at him and he just mouths nothing.

I shrug and get off the couch to make us something for lunch.

Opening the white cupboards and the fridge to find us some ingredients for omelettes. It’s nothing too complicated. I enjoy making any kind of dish. Though I love a challenge. I think an omelette is easy enough to make.

You can add any kind of ingredients your heart desires.

I take out everything that I need and put it on the counter.

Bryce walks in and says

“Need any help?“ he starts getting out a cutting board to chop some bell peppers, mushrooms, spinach and some jalapeños for himself, because I don’t like spicy food.

I’m beating the eggs and put some butter in the pan. When I see it has already melted I throw in the beaten eggs and add all the veggies Bryce chopped.

Meanwhile Bryce puts up plates and cutlery. We just sat down and started eating, when Bryces pager goes off. He swallows.

He pulls it out of his pajama bottoms and takes a quick look, while he’s reading he’s getting up.

“We just got a heart delivered for a patient who desperately needs it so we have to prep for surgery,“ he’s getting up and wants to put the plates away.

I cover his hands and say

“Go. I got it.“

He gives me a quick kiss and goes into our bedroom to get dressed.

Before he’s out the door I tell him “I’ll come by later,“ I say, he nods and the door clicks shut behind him.

Now that he left the apartment is empty. It’s a weird feeling. It’s too quiet.

Gosh I already miss him.

I put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and dry my hands with the lavender colored dish towel I bought a few weeks ago.

Feeling restless I try to think of something to do.

No better time than to go and distract myself with making some pottery.

As I’m working away time passes by quickly.

I love sitting down to create.

I turn on the pottery wheel and the soft whirring sound relaxes me. I loose myself in the feel of the soft clay beneath my hands.

The pottery wheel moves around in an almost dizzy motion. Almost lulling me to sleep.

This is why I love art and creating things. You’re in charge of what you create. You can make something beautiful out of anything. You can turn it into something incredible. Something you’ve made yourself.

As I feel my body getting tired from all the sitting I know it’s later than I thought.

I wipe my hands on a towel I use when I make pottery. I get my phone and when I look at the clock it’s already past six in the evening.

I put my phone down on the couch and stretch my body from all the sitting. Thank god for all the yoga I practice.

I wander into the bathroom, pour some liquid soap into my hands and wash them from the remaining clay stuck under my fingernails.

Moving into our bedroom I throw open the wardrobe and get dressed. As I leave our apartment I realize I haven’t really eaten that much, except for that omelette. And that was hours ago.

Wouldn’t it be amazing to get everyone some food? I’m sure they could use something warm in their bellies.

I turn around the corner and stop by this amazing Chinese place. They serve incredible food.

I order and get everyone take-out and some drinks while I’m at it. They must be starving after the long surgery.

I’m getting closer to Edenbrook and as I enter the hospital I see a familiar face coming my way.

It’s Sienna. She looks bone tired but her eyes are alight when she sees me with food and drinks.

“Please tell me you brought some for all of us?“ she says eying the boxes greedily and I just nod.

She closes her eyes in pure bliss.

“Let me help you bring it upstairs to where we usually eat,“ she takes some of the boxes out of my hands and together we go up to their lounge and put everything on the table.

As soon as we sit down and unpack some boxes we hear others coming in.

“Who ordered food?“ I hear a female voice and see Jackie walking in, followed by Elijah pushing his wheelchair along.

His eyes dart to me and he smiles warmly at me, his smile is contagious, then he takes a look at the food.

“Dig in guys. I thought you could use some fuel,“ I say gesturing to the spread of food.

Elijah just sighs.

“I would kiss you, but Bryce wouldn’t like that too much,“ Elijah says and laughs.

“I’m happily taken,“ I reply while I munch on an egg roll.

“Where’s the man of the hour by the way?“ I ask around and Sienna is the one who replies.

“He should be in any moment,“ she says her eyes closed and I just smile as I can relate. Food is amazing especially if you can share it with friends.

I chew down and ask around the table.

“So I hear there’s a betting pool going on,“ I say and everyone stops eating for a second, before they resume but at a much slower pace than before.

”I’d like to place a bet. That is if the betting pool is still open…“ I let the sentence hang in the air eying everyone seated around the table.

Jackie is the first to break the silence. Eying the door to see if Bryce is in ear shot.

When all is clear she turns to me and replies.

”You’re in luck it’s still open. So how much are you betting?“ she asks in a curious tone.

I take a bite of another egg roll.

”I don’t know. I mean B loves his hair too much to really dye it any color. You know what? I’ll place 50 bucks on the off-chance he actually goes through with it,“ I eye Jackie and see her lips twitch evidently but she remains quiet only nodding my way.

”You got it,“ she writes it down on her phone.

It’s probably hard to keep track of all the people who’ve already placed a bet.

Honestly? I can’t wait to see how this turns out.

Either way it’s going to be fun.

”What’s the loser got to do?“ I ask sounding interested.

Elijah answers before Jackie gets a chance.

”Strut around the hospital,“ he says his eyes twinkling.

I raise an eyebrow.

”That’s it? That doesn’t sound so bad,“ I say taking some noodles and biting down on some egg rolls.

”You haven’t heard the best part!“ Jackie says with a huge grin on her face.

I look at everyone and they all smile.

”Okay what’s the catch?“ I ask around.

”The loser has to strut around in their underwear,“ Jackie laughs.

”Okay I like this part,“ I say while smiling with a wicked glint in my eye.

We laugh and finish our meal in comfortable silence.

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Later that day

I eye Bryce curiously as he’s sitting in one of the chairs at the hair salon.

”Please tell me you’ve changed your mind,“ I ask him and continue

”It’s just a bet Bryce. You don’t have to prove anything. Your friends won’t think differently if you don’t dye your hair,“ I say standing next to him.

He smirks his brown eyes staring back at me in the mirror.

”Admit it. I’d look hot as a blond,“ he wriggles his eyebrows.

”You’d be eye catching,“ I say while laughing.

A girl in her twenties joins us. Her blue and purple hair made up in two knots á la Princess Leia style. She looks really good. The style suits her. I definitely have to ask her for her number. I think she’d fit right into our little group of friends.

”Hi, I’m Stacey. So what can I do for you today,“ her voice sounding excited, her blue eyes dancing in delight.

Bryce is about to admit that he lost a bet, but I jump in before he can say anything.

”My beautiful fiancé wants to try out something new. Maybe go a little blonder,“ I say turning towards Bryce and winking at him. He just shakes his head smiling.

Stacey turns my way and smiles brightly.

”Sure. You can totally pull it off. With your eyes and your complexion? You’ll be so handsome. So what are you thinking? Do you want to go full blond, or maybe a balayage style. We can also just do some various shades of blond highlights?“ Stacey turns his head from left to right.

Bryce sighs unsure about which style to go with.

”Why don’t you do the highlights? They’re easily done and if you don’t like em, they’ll grow out right?“ I suggest and Stacey nods at that.

”Sure why not,“ Bryce shrugs in his chair.

Stacey gets to work to prepare everything.

I sit next to Bryce while Stacey started the process of doing the highlights.

He sits down in one of those chairs from the movies. You know the ones that’ll go around your head and you have to sit and wait.

I snicker and snap a picture of Bryce in the chair.

”All you need is a magazine, some coffee and your gossiping friends and you’re all set,“ I can’t stop laughing about that image.

He squints at me with a devilish smile.

”You’re going to pay for that,“ he says.

I smile in return.

”As long as I get an orgasm out of it I’m all good,“ I wink and he looks at me shocked and then he laughs out loud.

A half hour later we leave the salon, and as much as I hate to say it…he does look hot as a blond.

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The next night

”How much did you bet?“ he asks me while we prepare dinner for tonight. We decided on some brown rice with chicken and some roasted vegetables. The perfect balance.

I eye him from the corner of my eye. Some blond strands of hair falling into his face. Which he pushes back.

”As if I would tell you that,“ I say cheekily.

He sneaks up behind me and says ”I’ll share my apple pie with you,“ he tries to lure me in with pie.

”Nice try Goldilocks. I have a whole pie in the fridge with my name on it,“ I mock him.

He sighs and leans his chin on my right shoulder, his warm breath making goosebumps break out over my skin.

”I can’t even bribe you with apple pie for you to tell me how much you bet? What has the world come to,“ he murmurs disappointed kissing my neck. He knows it’s my sensitive spot.

I shiver which he totally noticed as his lips curve up into a smile, but I shake my head vigorously at him.

”Awww my little drama queen. Also whining doesn’t look sexy on you,“ I say.

”As if. I can make anything look sexy, but seriously nothing works?“ the change of his tone tells me in which direction he’s going.

I turn my head sideways and just look at him.

”If you think luring me in with your seduction skills think again,“ I say.

He just leans back against the counter, a white and blue checkered kitchen cloth hanging from his right shoulder.

I had to toss the lavender one into the hamper. It got chocolate smeared all over it. Don’t ask.

Well Keiki did ask but when she saw us laughing she knew we got carried away with chocolate. Again.

And I’m not talking about dessert. Well it kinda started with dessert…and you know what they say. The rest is history.

An unreadable expression is etched onto his beautiful face.

”How did I find the one woman who is immune to my charms?“ he asks out loud.

I laugh at his serious question pointed at me. He just looks so adorable when he’s all serious. I give him a quick kiss.

”She put a ring on it. So I’d say you got extremely lucky to have found me,“ I say while putting out plates and cutlery.

Which Bryce takes off my hands and puts on the table.

”You’re right I am a lucky guy, that’s what I am,“ and gives me a soft kiss on the forehead.

”Let‘s eat. All this talk about apple pie has got me hungry,“ I sit and put some food on my plate.

”When are you not hungry?“ he eyes me amused.

I pause mid-fork.

”Eat your food babe,“ I smile at him and he just laughs at my expression and we dig in.

Me and Sienna won the bet, which we’re going to split between the two of us.

Looks like Jackie lost this time.

I look over at Bryce and just smile at him as we continue to enjoy our food and talk about our day.

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A week later

When I get home to a pile of boxes greeting me at the front door. I see B coming out and putting more packed boxes ready for shipping. These are probably the last ones to go to Honolulu.

When Bryce sees me he greets me with a kiss. And I see him smiling.

”What? You look like a kid on Christmas morning,“ I ask him and he just smiles and shows me his phone and I see a video playing.

He laughs

”Since Jackie lost the bet she had to strut around the hospital in her underwear. Hayley recorded the whole thing and sent it to me,“ he says

I lean closer and look at the screen.

You can see Jackie in her green underwear walking across the hospital floor.

”Oh for fucks sake. Why in three hells are you only in your underwear Dr. Varma?“

Ethan’s voice. And he sounds super annoyed.

”I didn’t have any clean clothes,“ she says not wanting to admit she lost a bet.

He sighs

”You could’ve worn anything else. Please get something else to wear. This is just inappropriate,“ he says

”I can’t do that,“ she says.

He squints his eyes at her. Realizing there might be more to it.

”Clothes Varma. Now. And no that wasn’t a request,“ he says

Jackie laughs

”Aye aye sir,“ Jackie salutes and goes to get on some clothes.

You can see Ethan pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing.

”What kind of madhouse am I working at? I need a vacation,“ he mutters to himself. That’s when the video ends.

I look at Bryce

”How much trouble did she get into?“ I ask him

”Beats me. I wish I was there though. The look on Ethan’s face. That would’ve been priceless. I would’ve framed that,“ he says and together we pack the rest of our things.

Starting a new chapter in our lives.

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[gordvendomewhore]

For the ask game <3

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)

heyyy thank you for the ask teehee 🤭🤭 ik i literally reblogged this from your account LMAO so thank you, this was very considerate

i'm going to be answering most of these in regards to bully :)

these responses are gonna be a bit long so strap your boots on cowboys

A - ships i currently like

i am alwayssss thinking about bif/derby (berby 🥺) because they are my BOYS!! however, lately i was talking to my s/o about a post i made about unlikely prep ships (that apparently doesn't fucking exist because i couldn't find it again and had a mental breakdown over it), it reminded me of my love for bryce/vance!!!

when the bully discord was still a thing, me and my friends talked about unlikely ships and how u can basically ship... any two characters together. i don't remember how exactly we landed on bryce/vance, but it made sense to me and really settled into my heart lol. idk how to justify it other than wow! it just works. but if someone wants to know more, pls do feel free to send me an ask

other than that, i've really been into bryce/chad recently... they wrestle at night :)))

C - a ship i will never like

bro don't burn me at the stake for this, but there is one ship i just do not get behind, and anyone who knows me will know it but...

smopkins.

when i first played bully, which was two years ago, it was me revisiting it YEARS after i first discovered it as a young kid, and so i actually knew what shipping was lol. the first ship that came to mind for me was petey/gary, and while that is def popular in its own regard, it really surprised me to see how crazy people were for smopkins.

there's nothing wrong with the ship, i think a lot of art for it is cute (i have a good amount saved), and the fics certainly pack some emotion, but it just didn't click with me, and it never will lmao. and i think some people are too crazy about it, but that goes for ships in every fandom.

other than that, i don't really care for gord/vance. i did at some point, but i'm a jimmy/gord guy myself lol. it's still soooo so cute though.

H - favorite fandom source

well, obviously i like bully a whole lot LMAOO. there's a lot of freedom with the amount of side characters rockstar filled the game with, and they all have a surprising amount of personality put into them. there are endless situations to put all of them in with the small amount we've been given, and often this fandom just doesn't take advantage of it lol

other than bully though, i'm casually into borderlands and i used to have a haikyuu phase, so i check up on those two fandoms occasionally. i also LOVEEEEE the karate kid trilogy and watch the show that's out now (i have my gripes with it but whatever smh). i also like checking up on the rpg ib and one punch man every now and then. oooh and i can't forget detroit: become human.

J - fandom introduced to me through tumblr

uhhh none come to mind if i'm being honest haha. i don't really look at my feed unless i'm bored, so i'm only on tumblr to browse through tags for fandoms i know and post my own content.

i guess i didn't know the homestuck fandom was still active? LMAOOOO

thank you so much for these asks!!! i will make my way through the rest in my inbox <3

[jerzwriter]

be happy...

Book: Open Heart (Book 1)

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x MC, Ethan Ramsey x MC

Title: be happy…

Rating: Teen

Summary: Just weeks after returning from Miami, Ethan secretly watches as Bryce fills the role he so eagerly desires for himself.

Category: Angsty fluff

Warnings: Mentions of sexual situations

A/N: This is the third mini-fic request written as a thank you for helping me reach 200 followers! I am so grateful to each of you! We write for ourselves, yes, but it makes every writer so happy to know their creations bring something to others, and I can’t tell you how much it means to me. I love writing these little stories based on your ideas, so always feel free to send them along. I may not get to them as fast as I like, but I will always get to them in time. This was going to be a jealous Ethan piece, but as is often the case, the story that wanted to be told found its way. I hope you enjoy it!

A/N2: I am participating in this week's WackyDrabbles prompt challenge. The prompt is highlighted below.

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“Now, can I count you to not go off and get into more trouble?”

Teresa Martinez looked up at Kaycee as she helped her get back into bed. One look at her mischievous eyes and Kaycee knew she already had her answer.

“You’re going to give me a run for my money, aren’t you?” Kaycee smiled.

“Well, what else do I have to do today, my dear,” Mrs. Martinez beamed.

The intern shook her head, “You keep me on my toes! But can I ask you just please stay out of unauthorized areas of the hospital? You can’t be wandering around construction areas.”

“You just want to keep all the hot construction workers to yourself, Dr. MacClennan, don’t think I’m not on to you!”

“Oh, yes, that’s what I want,” Kaycee giggled, “more complications in my love life.”

She lovingly leaned over and adjusted the old woman’s pillow.

“Teresa, if you’re good, I promise to get you an extra pudding cup tonight. Do we have a deal?”

“Chocolate or vanilla?”

“Your pick.”

“DEAL!”

Knock. Knock.

“Good afternoon, beautiful ladies. It's delightful to see both of you!”

Kaycee smiled at the welcomed interruption.

“Oh, hi Bryce.”

“Hmmm, see, you are trying to keep all of the cute ones for yourself!” Teresa chided.

“Oh, Mr. Martinez, stop it! You know you’re my one and only!”

The old woman’s face lit up when Bryce shot her his megawatt smile. And after all the time Kaycee had to become used to it, it still had an impact on her as well.

“But I am here to steal, Dr. MacClennan. We need you to sign off on a few items before a patient’s surgery.”

“Oh, of course. Mrs. Martinez… remember our deal?”

“Yes, yes! I expect my extra pudding cup at 7:00!”

“Hey, I also promised her an extra pudding cup!” Bryce said astonished.

Kaycee turned and glowered at Mrs. Martinez.

“Teresa! What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I say a girl has to do what a girl has to do around here. I won’t be judged!”

Bryce and Kaycee shook their heads in laughter as they exited her room.

The hallway was unusually quiet. Taking advantage, Bryce looked both ways before gently taking Kaycee's hands in his. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

“Are you doing, ok?” He asked. “I know you’re smiling but I see something else behind those eyes.”

Kaycee's eyes darted toward the floor. She had more than her fair share of things on her mind: Teresa, secretly treating Naveen with Ethan, her guilt at keeping Naveen a secret from her friends, her guilt about not having told Bryce about her and Ethan’s kiss in Miami. Not that it mattered, they weren’t exclusive, and Ethan made it painfully clear that he would never be anything more than her attending, yet when she looked into his chestnut brown eyes, she couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“I’m fine, Bryce,” she lied, “I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Come here,” he said, leading her by hand to a bench located next to the large windows at the end of the hallway.

He pushed a loose strand of hair away from her face.

“What can I do to cheer you up? I don’t think a pudding cup will do it for you.”

“You never know, is it chocolate?” She smiled up from under her lashes.

“Well, if it’s chocolate pudding you want, I know of a little place in South End that will blow your mind. Hey, what about tonight? You look like you’re more than deserving of a night out with a dashing young man on your arm.”

“Oh, that sounds great, but can you tell me who the dashing young man is?”

“You’re funny, MacClennan,” he said, bopping her nose with his finger. “What do you say? I’ll pick you up around eight? Let me make that smile you always plaster on a little more sincere.”

“Fine,” she smiled, quite genuinely, “I’m so lucky to have you, Bryce.”

“Of course you are! But I’m lucky to have you.”

Assuming the hall was still empty, Bryce leaned down to give her a soft, tender kiss. She lifted her hand to his cheek, and when he backed away, she brought him closer for another sweet, lingering kiss.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“You never need to thank me for that,” he said, placing his forehead on hers. “So, eight…it’s a date?”

“Are you saying that it's so great that we have a date at eight, and you won't be late?”

"That's not what I said," he laughed. "Keep that up, and I will change my mind, Kaycee,” he winked as he walked down the hall.

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Ethan stopped in his tracks at the nurse’s station as soon as he saw her sit down next to Lahela. He knew she was tired, and her eyes looked sad, but to him, she was simply radiant. He watched as Lahela did everything that he longed to do… to cheer her up, to take her hand, to make her smile…. kiss her. It felt wrong not looking away and affording them the privacy they deserved (even if they were in a hospital corridor), but he couldn’t peel his eyes away. The tender kiss they shared pressed play on the memory of the one he shared with her just weeks before. Theirs wasn’t this tender, this sweet, and in a way that only caused his jealousy to swell. He wanted her. He wanted her in every possible way.

Yes, he longed to know what it would feel like to hold her in his arms, to touch her, caress her hair as she moaned his name, to feel her surround him as they became one, these images haunted him day and night. But he also wanted that gentle kiss, to wipe her tears, and to make her day brighter. He wanted the sight of him to bring her warmth and comfort before he could even say a word because that is what she gave to him. But he made his choice.

He fought his impulse to reprimand the couple for showing affection in the hall, it was, after all, against hospital policy. But how foolish would he look? How small would he feel? And, most of all, how could he cruelly deny her all that she needs, all that he wanted to give her. She deserved everything good, even if he couldn’t be the man to give it to her. So, he turned away.

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Kaycee leaned back against the windows and smiled as she watched Bryce walk down the hall. He knew how to make her heart feel whole, even when she didn’t want it to. She pictured the new black dress in her closet and how it would look paired with the denim jacket. That’s what she would wear tonight. She hoped he’d like it, as if it were ever a question.

She uncrossed her legs and stood on her feet, much faster than anticipated, so Ethan did not have a chance to turn away before her eyes were upon him.

Did he see? She thought. Of course, he saw. How else could she explain the forlorn expression that shaded his face? At that moment, all she could feel was his lips pounding against hers as the mist from the sea surrounded them, the way that it felt when a dream materialized and then, just as quickly, blew away. And she knew he was thinking of the very same thing.

She smiled faintly and raised her hand to wave. Ethan replied with a sad smile and a nod before walking away.

She should be happy, he thought, and it can’t be with me.

He should be happy, she thought, I just wish he would let it be with me.

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Lain in Sin

Pairing: Bryce Langley x dark!fem Reader

Words: ~1.8k

Summary: You have a wicked surprise for your boyfriend. 😈

Warnings: DARK, explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, over the pants hand job, unprotected vaginal sex), forced voyeurism, nonconsensual drug use, marijuana use, alcohol consumption, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write another Bryce fic for a while but didn’t have the inspiration until now! Definitely some pretty dark aspects to this one guys so please avoid if any of this upsets you! (Also, some of you who joined my taglist early didn’t have the option to opt out of dark fics, please message me or update your preferences if you want to avoid this stuff!)

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Bryce kept glaring at you as you sipped on your wine, ignoring him pointedly as you smiled innocently at your stepfather.

You were palming his cock through his slacks under the table cloth as you chatted idly with your parents and his mother and grandfather. He had just wanted to take you back to the guesthouse you were living in and bury himself in your pretty cunt, but you had insisted on playing the happy family for your guests, knowing it would drive him crazy.

“Oh, I think we should definitely do a trail ride at some point.” You said as you beamed at Maya, squeezing his cock as he did his best to swallow a moan.

You felt him try to buck into your grip and removed your hand with a smirk, winking at him when he hissed at you. He took a swig of wine and grumbled sourly as he thought about fucking your face.

It was like you read his mind, wrapping your lips around your fork suggestively as you took another bite of steak. The staff finally came to clear the table as you sat back, grinning wickedly at Bryce as you crossed and uncrossed your legs.

“Wanna get out of here baby?” You muttered as he scooted closer to you.

“Finally.” He mumbled as he stood up to follow you, shoving Maya off as she tried to join the two of you.

You took off sprinting once you got outside, laughing lightly over your shoulder as he cursed under his breath before running after you. He chased you through the trees as you made your way to the cottage at the edge of your mother’s property, catching you as you arrived and tossing you over his shoulder as you squealed.

He kicked the door open and dropped you on the couch before slamming it closed behind him. You grinned at him as he pounced on top of you, smashing his lips against yours as he pressed his body against you.

“You got any weed, babe?” He asked, his lips tracing along your throat as his fingers dig into your waist.

“Yeah, in the kitchen.” You muttered, crawling out from under him and standing up, motioning for him to follow you. “Just finished curing a new strain I think you’re gonna love.”

“You’re a fucking genius. Ooh, brownies!” He frowned at you when you slapped his hand as he tried to take a brownie off the tray on your counter.

“Those aren’t for you.” You tutted at him, pulling a jar off your shelf and grabbing a rolling paper. “They’re part of a little surprise I have lined up for later.”

“I do love surprises.” He murmured, watching you as you rolled a beautiful looking joint.

“Trust me, you’re really gonna love this one.” You said as you grinned at him, lighting the joint and handing it over.

“Shit, that’s good.” He said appreciatively after taking a deep pull and handing it back to you.

You just hummed contentedly as you took a drag, sauntering out to the back patio as he trailed after you. He took it back from you and tucked it between his teeth as he started to feel you up. His lips pressed to your neck and he worked on sucking a bruise against your throat as he shoved his hands under your blouse once you took it back from him.

He started to turn you around, his fingers drawing up the hem of your skirt as he set the joint on the low stone wall. You moaned as you leaned back against him, his fingers running over the inside of your thighs as you felt your pussy throbbing with need.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” He purred into your hair as he teased at the edge of your panties. “Gimme another drag.”

You held the joint over your shoulder to let him take a pull, bringing it back to your own lips when he was finished and he slipped a finger inside you.

“Jesus, Bryce.” You purred as he curled his finger, massaging the inside of your pussy slowly and almost making you drop the joint.

“God, you’re so wet already.” He growled, bringing his free hand up to toss the remains of the joint away carelessly before inserting another finger and making you whine. “You’re squeezing my fingers so good, baby. What’s my surprise?”

“Oh, I’m not telling.” You moaned, grinding yourself into his palm and reaching over your shoulder to wind your fingers through his hair as he nipped at your neck.

“C’mon, if you tell me, I’ll let you come.” He muttered against the shell of your ear before stilling his fingers and making you whine.

“God, you’re such an asshole.” You huffed as you tried to fuck yourself on his fingers.

“So desperate for it, huh?” He teased before pulling his fingers away completely.

“Y/N? Where are you?” A low voice called from inside your house.

“Out back! I’ll meet you in the kitchen, have a brownie!” You shouted back, grinning at Bryce as he cocked an eyebrow at you.

“Is that your stepdad?” He asked as you pulled your skirt back down and turned around. “Why does he get a brownie?”

“You’ll see. Let’s just give it a minute.” You said, biting your lip and hopping up to sit on the stone wall.

He leaned next to you and nuzzled into your shoulder, making you sigh as he nipped at your skin.

“That oughta do it.” You said as he tried to unbutton your blouse, hopping off the wall and dragging him after you. “Ready for your surprise?”

His grin melted into a look of confusion as the two of you walked inside to see your stepfather sprawled across the sofa, his head lolling to one side and his eyes glazed over.

“What was in those brownies?” He asked, moving to take a closer look at the man.

“Just a little aconite psilocybin mix I’ve been working on.” You said as you moved to stand in front of your stepdad, starting to strip off your clothes. “We’ve only got 15 minutes before I need to administer the amiodarone so he doesn’t go into cardiac arrest.”

“So, your surprise for me is to let me fuck you in front of your stepdad while he almost dies?”

“Yeah. This idiot thought I was gonna give him a blow job.” You laughed, tossing your bra at Bryce after peeling it off.

“That’s so fucking twisted.” He grinned at you, starting to rip off his clothes and moved around the couch to get to you. “Can he still see us?”

“Oh, he can see and hear everything. But he won’t remember any of it.” You moaned as Bryce pounced on you, turning you around and spreading your legs as he ran his hand over your swollen pussy.

“Can’t believe this dumbass thought he had a shot a getting a piece of you.” He whispered, rubbing your cunt in big slow circles as he forced you to your knees. “Gonna make him watch me wreck this pretty pussy.”

He lined himself up and drew you down onto his length as you let out a sigh, your pussy fluttering as you adjusted to him. You whined as he started thrusting into you with slow strokes, his cock hitting all those spots that made your eyes roll back in your skull.

“God, you’re so fucking tight.” He growled into your hair as he started moving his hips faster, bringing a hand up to palm at your breast as you jerked your ass back to meet his hips. “Always so ready for me. It make you wet to think about me fucking you in front of your stepdad? Or do you think about him eating that perfect pussy while I fuck your face?”

“Sounds like you’re the one thinking about it.” You purred, arching into his hand as you leaned back against his shoulder, your pussy clenching around him.

He chuckled into your neck as he moved his hand from your hip to rub your clit, groaning as he felt your breath hitch in your chest. You yelped when he pressed his fingers against you harshly, making you come as he nipped at your shoulder. Bryce held you to him tightly as your body shuddered with pleasure, your release leaking out around his cock in a thick cream that started to run down your thighs.

“Maybe I am thinking about it.” He murmured as he started to bend you over, his cock still inside you as he pressed your face to the rug and gripped your wrists tightly at the small of your back. “Maybe I wanna watch some other asshole try to make you come. You think he could make you scream like I do baby?”

“Fuck, Bryce!” You cried as his tip kissed your cervix, the force of his hips driving your cheek into the rug as you shattered around him.

“Shit.” He hissed as your pussy squeezed his cock in waves, mesmerized by the sight of your cream coating his length while his thighs slapped against your ass. “I’m gonna come. Where do you want it?”

“Mmm, wanna feel it all over my pussy.” You hummed, grinding your ass against him. “Love when you paint my skin with your cum.”

He pulled out of you with a growl, nudging his tip against your puffy lips as he jerked his fist over his length. His knees nudged your thighs further apart, biting his lip as he watched your pussy throb between your legs.

You moaned as he came with a grunt, his spend shooting all over your swollen folds in warm ropes of white. He tapped his angry tip against you when he was finished, making sure every drop of his cum was spread over your pretty cunt.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect.” He cooed as he rubbed his thumb over your pussy with his thumb, massaging his cum into your skin. “He seemed to enjoy it to.”

You straightened up and grinned as you noticed the shrinking tent in your stepdad’s pants, covered by a small wet stain, before catching the time and rising to your feet with a hiss.

“Fuck, need to administer the reversal.” You said, grabbing a syringe off the mantle and plunging it into his arm. “That was cutting it a little close.”

Bryce just grinned as he stood up and prowled towards you, wrapping his body around yours and nuzzling into your hair as you disposed of the needle.

“Thanks for the surprise baby.” He muttered as he pressed his lips to your shoulder. “I’m gonna have to come up with some way to thank you.”

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Ooh then I had this idea for a one shot with Bryce Langely from fierce people. He has developed a crush on this happily married woman who has recently given birth. So he has a mommy kink ( can u see where this is going yet😂) also wants her to nurse him. Obvio she says no, so he threatens her because he's powerful. So yeah. Peace out✌️.

Ooomf this can become like a reallyy really dark fic where everyone would hate bryce and despise him but also find him hot at the same time but smskaksk i havent watched the movie so i have no idea how to write for him 😭

But I’ll try!

Bryce Langley obsessing over a happily married woman...

(that sounds so wrong omfg)

warnings: blackmail, noncon/dubcon, darkfic, cheating?, shitty writing, little to no dialogue, fucked up shit. Not too smutty i guess.

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Based on the ask (pls dont come for me), I feel like Bryce, being the powerful guy he is, will find some dirt on the reader to get her to agree with him. (Maybe he asks her to cheat because he probably loves the idea of the woman he loves going behind her husband’s back for him)

He’s basically an asshole is what im saying.

If he can’t find dirt on the reader, because she’s too good and too pure (one of the reasons why Bryce fell for her), he’ll make one up. He’ll orchestrate something to trap the reader and blackmail her with it.

He won’t stop until he has her under his thumb.

He’ll probably befriend her husband so him visiting her home everyday wouldn’t be suspicious.

Bryce thought he was doing something with that but he’ll be fuming when he sees you and your husband being a couple straight from a romantic movie or even a disney movie.

He fucking hates how your husband takes you and your newborn baby in his arms as if he wasn’t there.

He watches you take care of your baby and your husband and he can’t stop thinking about how it would be if he was your husband. He can get you a better home. A better life.

But you just won’t have him because you’re too inlove with your fucking husband.

Bryce would have enough of it and he would tamper with your husband’s life as well.

He’ll somehow find a way to your husband’s job and now you’re husband is promoted and barely comes home.

But you wouldn’t have to be worried about being alone because Bryce is there to take care of you and your baby.

“You’re lovely husband that you love so much just leaves you alone like this? I can treat you way better! You and your baby!” He’ll try to fuck with your mind but you love your husband too much.

So he takes a different approach.

He’ll threaten to have your husband fired. He threatens to talk to every single company so your husband will never find a job.

And that’s it. You’ve reached a dead end and Bryce celebrates in joy. He finally has you.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you! Your husband wouldn’t have to find out or... You can leave him. For me. I’ll even help you with the custody. Make sure that your baby... Our baby stays with us.” He kisses your forehead with so much love that it sickens you.

“I’ll take good care of you and in return...” He guides your hands around his body, helping you help him out of his clothes.

He guides your hand down his crotch while his hands play with your sore breasts.

He leans close to your face to kiss your lips before leaning towards your ear.

“In return... You’ll take good care of me.”

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A/N: i mean i dunno. This probs aint it because ive no idea who bryce is dnekkskss i just imagine him as a slightly younger ransom drysdale?

This is all over the place because i wrote this blindly on my phone so no research and no proofreading ksksksjaja

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The Answer is Love

“You rescued me when my mind was a prison. You set me free when no one else would listen. Now I finally feel complete, and I will follow you into the sea of eternity-” Broadside

-Crescent City AHOEAB dribbles because I love these two idiots <3 Prompts are currently open.

CW- Pure fluff only

Ear Ache-

Bryce woke up knowing the day would be terrible.

Pain stabbed through her skull like shards of glass through the soft flesh of her brain. She felt cold but knew her skin would be hot to the touch. Every little noise sent lashes of pain through her ears that ripped and tore until all she wanted to do was curl into a ball on her bed and cry.

She had an ear infection.

A common condition that put could put most fae out for days. Even a half-breed like her. Their ears were sensitive on an average day, like delicate instruments, they picked up the slightest sounds and caught the faintest melodies. They also required a lot of care. Tiny pains that would only pose a sight nuisance to most creatures could send a fae soldier to their knees.

Bryce had only suffered through this a couple of times in her life. Once when she was a toddler and her mother had just met Randall. When Ember couldn't console her crying child and was on the brink of an exhausted mother meltdown, Randall swooped in and saved the day. He'd laid her over his shoulder and massaged the insides of her ears. A trick he'd learned in Pangera to soothe fae children whose sensitive hearing became shot from the explosives.

It could put Bryce to sleep in minutes, and Randall still bragged to the present day. Not that she complained. Even as a teenager with school-induced migraines, she would lay her head in his lap, and just the comfort of it could ease the ache in her head...and her heart.

Bryce wished he was here now as she smothered her head under a pillow to block out the hum of the firstlights. Pain. Shattering, consuming pain.

"Bryce, are you awake?" Hunt knocked on her door.

Damn his knocking. Bang. Bang. Bang. Her eyes watered, and tears poured down her face. Bryce would holler for him to please shut up if the sound of her blood rushing through her head wasn't bothering her.

"Bryce?" The door creaked open. She'd put off oiling the hinges. Squeel, Squeak, Scratch.

She sobs quietly.

A feather-soft touch brushes against her cheek. "Tell me what's wrong, Sweetheart."

His warm voice that would typically send chills down her spine makes her body quake in a not so pleasurable way. Bryce doesn't dare reach up to touch the source of her pain for fear they may suddenly erupt. Thankfully, Hunt notices her flinch. His eyes crawl up her figure, scouring her for illness or injury.

"My ears," she mouthes to him.

Hunt's eyes shine with sympathy. He picks up Bryce's phone from her bedside table and shines the light on bright down into them. His eyes squint, and he examines them with as much care as a medwitch.

Frowning at whatever he discovers, Hunt makes his way out of the room with all the quietness of the Umbra Mortis. When he comes back, he has a long, heating compress in his hands. One that Bryce used to wrap around her thigh on bad days when she still had the venom from the kristallos clinging to the bone.

Gently guiding her into a sitting position, Hunt squeezes himself behind her so that her back is flush to his chest. He takes the heating compress, lays it across his front, and then carefully positions Bryce's head, so one ear lays against the warmth.

A large, scarred hand appears at her mouth and slips a tablet between her lips, followed by an icy drink of water. A softly hummed melody vibrates the side of her face, soft enough not to disturb her ears. The rhythm is low and soothing, making Bryce's eyes droop in content.

A warm finger massages the ear that faces away from him, helping release the pressure building up inside it. Relief wells up in Bryce so strongly that a breathy sigh escapes her lips.

Soon, she is blissfully asleep in a cocoon of soft velvet feathers.

When she wakes, it's late in the afternoon. The fading sunlight forms a warm pool on the floor where Syrinx is curled up happily. Bryce nestles her head against the hard pillow of Hunt's impressive pecs. Cracking her eyes, she sees a pair of shoes that are not his at the bedside.

"Ruhn?" Bryce's voice is barely a whisper to keep from agitating her own ears.

He looks a little too smug at their position and waves a small dropper and bottle in her face. "Hunt texted me that you would need this," Rhun said, matching her volume, keeping his voice soft. "Also, I fed Syrinx. You're welcome. He was nearly about to break in here and bite your ass."

Bryce laughed, then winced at the spike of pressure throbbing in her ears. The motion of which causes Hunt to stir beneath her.

Rhun looks at her in sympathy. "Come on. I'll help you put the drops in."

Careful not to wake Hunt, Rhun grabs her under the arms and moves her to the foot of the bed. Tilting her head, Bryce allows him to drip the correct number of droplets in each ear.

The relief is swift as the throbbing subsides to a dull ache. "That's some powerful stuff."

A shift of the bed, Hunt's eyes open, and he quickly takes in her state and the number of people in the room. Of course, he wouldn't be able to sleep through the invasion of their shared space, even if it was just her brother—insufferable males. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart. I meant to wake you before Ruhn got here, but I dozed off."

He sits up and gathers her in his arms once more. Bryce is more than content to comply, his warm body like a drug to her too-cold skin.

Hunt lets her nuzzle her face into his neck as he gives Ruhn a predatory look over the top of her head. "You can go now."

"I literally just got here," her brother complains, brows furrowed in annoyance.

Hunt leans back with Bryce in his arms, combing a hand through her wine-dark hair. "You could have just called up and given me the drops downstairs, but you showed yourself inside. "You've brought me the medicine, and now you've overstayed your welcome. Your sister is very sick. Not fit for company."

Bryce could swear the testosterone was flying in the air like sparks as they got into a silent pissing contest with one another.f

Grumbling, Ruhn finally concedes and bids her goodbye. Cursing out Hunt for his lack of appreciation as he shows himself out the door.

"There. All better. Now we can watch Lunathion Lover's Lockdown without judgment. It's a new episode." She looks up at Hunt to find him mischievously grinning down at her. "We can make popcorn."

"Popcorn and Trash TV?" Bryce murmurs. "You really know the way to my heart, Athalar."

Hunt moves her to the couch and buries her in a mound of blankets. After coffee, popcorn, and several hours of mind-numbing reality shows- albeit at a barely audible volume- Bryce felt leagues better.

Later on, after Hunt had gone to take a shower, she opens her messages to see Ruhn had texted to check on her. Juniper had dm-ed her and offered to bring food by for both of them. And she had missed calls from her mother that Bryce decided she would get back to later.

Bryce's heart swelled. It had been a long time since she felt so loved. Many things had changed, and just maybe, they were finally for the better.

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