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ravenadottir · 3 years ago

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gem scenes: season 2

i’m baffled i haven’t done this one before. every gem scene for the entirety of the 30 days. if i missed something let me know, i’ll add it here!

other useful links:

documented 30 days of season 2 in case you need to know all s2 stuff, divided by day and part of the day (about to be redone).

casa amor guide in case you’re curious about answers you should go with for each boy.

guides navigation, in case you need to solve fights, get an li that’s too hard or need any canon info.

under the cut because it’s fucking 30 days lol

day 1

the first one-on-one with the li’s: gary, bobby, rahim and rocco tell you about their first time and that’s the most worth it to ask first, but you’re entitled to two or three questions so it’s rewarding to pay for the first one.

day 2, one of the girls talk to you at night: it depends of the treatment you gave priya. if you were cool and inviting she and the li she stole won’t do anything. if you put her down in any way she and he will make out under the covers, WHICH IS SO WEIRD because why would the li’s feel that way but pop off i guess!

day 3. hope offers help to mc. she basically gives pointers about how much bobby loves his hands and when people notice them.

day 4

after brunch: gary and you go to the gym and he asks advice about marisol. BUT you have a kiss scene with him. it’s relevant because it’s unique and it doesn’t repeat itself later.

slime challenge: lots of players say it’s really worth it but i haven’t done it. to me if there’s no effect on the route i would rather skip, and that’s the case for the gem scenes, they don’t really influence how the story goes if you don’t pay for them. BUT LIKE I SAID, there’s lots of players who love it ‘cause you can rub on whoever.

“li in the bedroom” when lottie and priya fight on day 4: they massage you and it can end on a little kiss. personally i haven’t paid for anyone else’s besides bobby because i thought it would probably be the same. either way, i don’t give much thought to this one.

day 5:

to meet lucas and henrik by yourself. there’s lots of goss about the islanders! the ones that have turned into memes, the ones that are caught doing weird things. it never comes to light but it’s still fun.

lucas’ or henrik’s date: the entire date is rather long, completely different from each other and you get to ask questions as many as you answer to them. what determines who’s the gem date is how much you flirt with them ´previously. henrik’s and lucas’ guide here for more.

day 6

kiss and tell challenge: someone was caught naked by a couple close to a waterfall (?). it’s henrik but you can kiss whoever.

firepit scene. @thatwheelchairchick pointed out it can be all the boys except rocco. it doesn’t make a difference in the general story and you get a kiss. to be fair it’s gary and i love him but if i haven’t paid for it previously, and i’m farming, i’m not going for it.

day 7:

roof terrace with rocco. he simply explains why he went for marisol and that he’s legit into her. you can tell lottie right after but there’s a free option on the next day so why bother?

helping the boys out during the contest. you can help anyone from the og’s but here’s the thing, all the scenes go the same except for the talent they decide to go with. the dialogue is the same and there’s no big revelations. you can, though, show them a talent your mc has. it goes from burping the alphabet, a backflip (?) to naming monarchs. they’re quite impressed with anything you do.

rahim’s reassurance. he’s always voted, even if you vote for noah. if you stay behind you get information like his uncle being the person who pushed him to be a golfer.

day 8.

twitter challenge: the tweet is about gary kissing someone and it’s not clear who is it, but lottie runs away so like, IT’S QUITE CLEAR. but noah tells us to not instigate and that’s not fun! i get that it’s because if people didn’t pay for the gems they don’t know but like, we should’ve had the chance to demand explanations if we were coupled up with gary before.

staying behind to talk to the dumpee. eh, it exists, it’s also a kissing scene.

day 9:

end of date (before recoupling): you can kiss everyone except for noah but it’s… well, if you’re going for the full-on route it’s nice i guess, but not worth just to see what happens.

first hideaway with the person you are with: first time coupling up with gary since day 1, solid if you’re with bobby or rahim since day 1, exciting if you’re lucas or henrik. VERY WORTH IT, there’s loads of dialogue and the scene is really good.

day 10

telling the boys about operation nope (5 gems): not worth it. it doesn’t make a difference.

if you break up with your li after operation nope: there’s always a boy that comes to you and the scene costs 5 gems. it’s rather short but very cute. and you get to tell their partner the next day, i always do if it’s lottie but if it’s not i just skip. for some reason all of them get angry but it doesn’t make sense if it’s marisol and bobby 🥴

not paid but if you ignore the girls, and not solve anything, the game gives you an option to flirt with jakub. if you enjoy the taste of steak and creatine you get to touch his pacs and whatnot. but your li gets really pissy about it and i think that’s funny.

day 12

eavesdrop on noah and priya: not worth it. he tells her he might go for someone else because hope is getting attention from jakub and lucas’ (or henrik’s which doesn’t make any sense!).

the extra secrets (after mud challenge): they have been changing them lately so i would definitely go for those. ps: you never win the challenge because your li always reads the secret. ALSO, if you went for operation nope and broke up your li says “it’s not like e would use it!”.

shower intimate scene: it’s short for all li’s: gary, bobby, henrik, lucas, rahim. it’s only worth it if you wanna hear the fight going on with hope and noah. if they had offered us a gem option for us to eavesdrop i would’ve paid without even thinking!

day 13, cake challenge: you don’t the shirt if you eat the whole cake but it’s fun. everyone gathers around you and cheers you on.

day 14

saying goodbye before casa amor: the only one that’s different is rahim. there’s no “no girl they bring would hold a candle to you” scene. the rest is pretty much the same, you can have a kiss which is the same for all of them. it feels more rewarding to have that scene with gary, bobby and lucas but that’s just me.

pool scene with casa boy: it’s the first one and it’s an underwater kiss. very sweet but also short. same for all of them (if i’m not wrong). ONE player had a glitch and she got graham to be that option.

day 15:

marisol wants to give you insight in the afternoon (after she demands tumeric on her smoothie). not worth it.

the closet scene. during the challenges you get to spend 7 minutes with one of the boys. there are many ways to spend that time and i like all of them. there’s a lot of dialogue that otherwise would be lost in their routes.

marisol offers insight again, at night (sherlock holmes): if you're on her route, there's a kissing scene.

day 16:

lottie reads tea leaves: basically to call lucas a cheater. i don’t remember what she says about henrik though, or noah, because i never pay for them.

lottie’s plan: kissing all the boys. if you pay and do it you get a necklace. that doesn’t even have a graphic design. and you and priya can share or you can just get it for yourself.

marisol as sherlock holmes: probably the lamest way to make us pay gems since we don’t have audio but pop off fusebox! she tells you your casa amor current li might be playing you to be brought back (it could differ according to how you and he are getting along, though). it all ends the same way, they tell you they love you on day 24 just like the others so why bother?

day 17, snooping around the villa when you get back. you find knickers under the bed, with a cat on it. FITTING.

day 17, gem option to talk to your previous li: it’s really cute but it’s not worth it if you’re farming, 'cause it’s the same for all of them.

day 18, scene with blake. you can fuck with her and tell her to stuck her tongue in the boy’s nose. she actually does it and i’m-

day 19:

shannon offers tips: meh. it’s to catch a liar but did you need to pay 10 gems to catch one?

r-rated version of the challenge: meh again. everyone’s position is doggie. the only thing that’s funny is that bobby caught hope and noah doing it in one of the cupboards.

day 21:

elisa. do i remember what it was about? no. does it matter? probably not (?). i think she flirts with mc a little but i can’t be sure.

marisol’s sneaky kiss scene. she just says she wants to go for it but is still feeling the lack of confidence.

help people sort things out. not worth it, they keep cheering lottie on for her growth later. we get the smallest mention.

dinner is served and li wants to talk in the roof terrace (the one you tell chelsea you want to be with) um, not worth it. they say how much they miss being with you, or how much they want to be with you. if you’re on noah’s route it’s arjun lmaoo

day 22:

breakfast. they feed you breakfast and everyone keeps staring, it’s funny. arjun is also here if you’re on noah’s route.

telling the person you like before hope: big meh.

intimate scene after recoupling: it’s really worth it but not when you’re farming.

day 23:

rahim wants help with jo. PLEASE, THE BIGGEST MEH.

grocery shopping. also not worth it because there’s only three different scenes and li’s share those. lucas plays with the carts and i’m confused on that decision.

roof terrace with heart monitors. worth it, just not for farming. probably the last unique intimate scene for each of them.

day 24:

getting the gossip from hannah at the firepit. she confirms the hope and noah thing, they were indeed doing stuff in the cupboard.

roof terrace with returning!lurik. also meh. there’s not a lot of new things to be talked about.

after party roof terrace scene. the famous cheating one. the actual scene is original and different for the three of them: henrik, lucas and elisa.

day 25, the last intimate scene on the daybeds: it’s not worth it because if you skipped ONE scene, that’s gonna throw the whole route on a loop. there’s a sequence the scenes follow if you pay for them. if you don’t, the last one you didn’t pay for is the next one to appear if you do pay. i don’t know if that’s clear but that’s why sometimes you see someone posting a screenshot and it’s the same interaction you had days before. it means they didn’t pay for all scenes. and returning!lucas ad henrik’s last scene on the daybeds is the roof terrace cheating one. if you cheated with them is villa!lucas or henrik’s scene. i know… it sucks.

day 26:

making breakfast with li. very cute and it can get hot as hell. unique for all of them if i’m not mistaken.

helping marisol and graham pack. it’s a kissing scene, for each of them. never did it 'cause like, it’s weird.

day 27, helping jo. THE ONLY SCENE I HAVEN’T PAID FOR, ever.

day 28:

texting the family. they tell an embarrassing story but i know bobby’s and lucas’ are the same. also, carl’s parents mention he likes diamonds… ok, carl, material girl.

final date on the floating gazebo. it’s really hot! but also very short. that’s because there’s a free one in the bedroom (“big daddy has been unleashed in the sheets”).

day 29:

help lottie/hannah’s partner with speech. (thank you @rosecaffelatte for reminding me hannah is also an option here). even if you do help the guy there’s a glitch. you would have to sabotage it to make it work. also, sometimes it’s arjun for some reason (mostly on a noah route).

hannah or lottie kiss, when they leave. worth it, very worth it.

day 30, helping a girl make breakfast. @rosecaffelatte reminded me jo is an option if she stayed in the villa. so either jo or chelsea ask for help. we get a snip of personal info about her. it’s a nice bonding moment and mc doesn’t eat burned stuff.

#litg #love island the game #litg s2 #litg season 2 #guides #gem scenes #paid options #queue

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dandelioncrownns · 3 years ago

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random grishaverse facts/trivia (mostly tgt/kos, tbh), because i love useless details. Also, attempted organisation, because i like order too. + ft. my unwanted commentary

the darkling

has a sweet tooth

loves animals and nature in general

for those of you who have read demon in the woods, he got to meet the white tigers :)

his bedchamber walls are carved into trees bc he loves the woods

his favourite trees in particular are pine trees (or just evergreen trees in general)

he used to be afraid of the dark (many possibly worrying? interesting? implications to this; i won’t get into it here tho)

he likes bright colours, but wears black all the time basically for the aesthetic

he met his younger half-sister, Ulla, when he was a seer’s apprentice in Fjerda

the darkling is a musician! He plays the fiddle, and growing up, he played the balalaika and oud (i wonder if he can read tablature,,)

His father was a very powerful heartrender (maybe this is why the corporalki are valued so highly by him?)

genya

she got an amplifier between the end of R+R and the start of KoS (kestrel bones)

Genya used Dekora Nevich, the Ornamental Blade, to poison the King

It smells like cinnamon and is a warm golden colour

the royal family / nikolai’s bio family

the King once cut himself on his own sword

genya named the queen’s dog

until she was like 11, Genya was like the daughter the queen never had (omg i really wonder how Nikolai and Vasily felt about that? ik it’s not really mentioned, and Nik kinda acts like he just met Genya is S+S, but they must have been a lot closer, right?? I mean genya was almost always at the grand palace with Queen Tatiana, and nikolai just really wanted his parents’ attention, there must have been some kind of maybe one-sided jealousy/sibling rivalry thing, right?? I digress- for now)

also the queen in a dog person

p. sure Nikolai is a mommy’s boy

(possible explanation:) he looks exactly like his real father (except for his eyes). Nikolai even has the same laugh as Magnus

the queen was also fed up with Vasily and his horses

Vasily rides a white gelding horse and Nikolai rides a speckled grey horse (called Punchline)

speaking of, vasily is definitely a horse girl, but like... just the worst (darkling 🤝vasily)

Queen Tatiana’s letters to Magnus Opjer were “very racy”

She doesn’t approve of women in trousers

Linnea is ~1 year younger than Nikolai

she is good at math + studies engineering at ketterdam (I wonder if maybe she and Nikolai crossed paths when he was at uni- they’re around the same age, so maybe?)

The King and Queen hired a clown for nikolai’s 10th birthday (the worst birthday party he’d been to, inclusive of the night Vasily died, according to Nikolai)

Nikolai is afraid of spiders (and also clowns???)

nikolai:

he can juggle

Nikolai sucks at learning languages

he once spoke Fjerdan so badly a man named Knut offered him a ruby to stop

his Kerch seems pretty good tho

Nikolai met The Darkling when he was 14

Nikolai is a baritone (as is Jesper!)

In his free time, Nikolai writes bad poetry (remember that time he got stabbed w/ a letter opener bc his poetry sucked?)

he went through an emo phase/ existential crisis before becoming sturmhond.

during said emo phase, he wrote rhyming poetry pretty much exclusively

He also took philosophy classes at uni (PPE?)

alina:

alina tried on the same rose dress that the Queen watched vasily die in

Nikolai gifted Alina a VERY low-cut cobalt lace gown (In the words of Nadia, “The bodice might as well be cut to the navel.” )

Alina hates herring, but Zoya and Nikolai love it

She is VERY sarcastic and snarky!! I feel like this gets glossed over so much in the fandom, and just why?? (she’s so gloomy and over everything 90% of the time, i love it so much)

So this isn’t technically a fact-fact, but there is no way Alina wasn’t at least a little bit into women. Did you read how she talked abt genya? Zoya? there’s no way she wasn’t into them

Alina doesn’t really like hard cheese

zoya + zoyalai:

Zoya’s horse is called Serebrine

Zoya can use her lightning as a defibrillator (I’m sure other squallers can do this too with the right training)

Zoya likes Nikolai’s hands (and Nikolai likes Zoya’s feet lmao)

she has ‘weird (long?) incisors’

she definitely had a crush on Nikolai since Ruin and Rising

kaz:

Kaz grew up on a farm in Southern Kerch, in Lij

Kaz is a both a cat and a dog person (he just likes strays)

Matthias is a dog person, obviously

All the other crows are cat people

He likes hot chocolate

both he and nikolai like brandy

hates cereal

Kaz is obsessed with magic + likes puzzles

actually very funny if he wasn’t terrifying (honestly?? at leat 70% of his dialogue is just witty quips/jokes)

Kaz’s right leg is the one he broke, and the dregs usually get their tattoo on their right forearm

the other crows:

Jesper has been known to go line-dancing (and would like country music)

Mal and Jesper were friends in S+S!! (Probably) Jesper has a not-really-secret crush on sturmhond.

He also had a VERY not secret crush on Kaz before wylan, ofc

Matthias’ middle name is Benedik

Nina would win in an arm wrestling contest against Jesper

Inej has a thing for Kaz’s eyes

Nina was at the orphanage with the other grisha kids in R+R

In the opening scene of CK, Jesper was wearing a navy waistcoat with little gold stars (his fashion is just top tier honestly)

grisha- powers, etc.:

A solar eclipse would have no effect on the Darkling’s powers, but it would make it harder for Alina to summon.

Fabrikators can make flowers bloom

The twins have shark teeth amplifiers

Adrik and Leoni are saints

general world stuff:

Gay marriage is legal in Kerch!

there was a landbridge connecting Shu Han and Kerch but the council of tides covered it

Antimony is used as mascara

kruge is pale purple paper currency

ravkan currency has Nikolai’s face on it (ig not anymore tho?)

Hringkälla is celebrated on March 20th

the distance between Ivets and Os Alta is only about 100 miles? (i’m just going to willfully ignore this, because thats,, so small?)

Mermaids and dragons exist(ed) in the grishaverse

misc:

the daughter of the duke of ivets has a daughter who can play the harp

there is not fourth tale of krigi

The baroness Natasha Beritrova is fifty (as of KoS) and has lands near caryeva

Elke Marie Smit is from one of the most powerful Kerch families and is just 16 in KoS

Oncat is an orange tabby

Anya liked Joost a lot :( (I got way too attached to them at the start of SoC and was so sad + confused when they died lol)

david eats hard boiled eggs for his working days in the shops

‘Malyen’ is the Ravkan version of ‘Malcolm’ (very fitting)

Nikolai brought the kids at Keramzin toy boats + frequently sends Alina and Mal gifts

The triumvirate would also visit them every feast of Sankt Nikolai too :)

star signs / birthdays (ik the gv constellations aren’t the same as ours, but idc):

Inej: Cancer (june 21st - july 22nd)

Kaz: Capricorn (december 22nd - january 19th)

Nina: Leo (july 23rd - august 22nd)

Jesper: Gemini (may 21st - june 20th)

Matthias: Taurus (april 20th - may 20th)

Wylan: virgo (august 23rd - september 22nd)

Kuwei: aries (march 21st - april 19th)

Darkling: aries

Nikolai is most likely either a gemini or cancer (but he could also be a Leo or Taurus). Whatever it is, he is a summer baby.

Alina and Mal have the same birthday (they were given the Duke’s birthday when they came to the orphanage)

heights:

Jesper is 6’2” - 6’3”

Kaz is 6′

Matthias is 6’4

Nina is 5’9”-5’10”

Inej is 5’3” - 5’4”

Alina is ’short’ (5’3”?)

Mal and the Darkling are ‘tall’ (tbf, like all the characters are tall >:( I want my short people rights)

Nikolai (well, stumhond, but i think they’re the same height) is described by Jesper as tall (so 6’2”+?? why is everyone so tall??? I-)

Zoya is several inches shorter than nina (zoyalai height difference lets go)

Kuwei is slightly shorter than Wylan (who is about 5’8”?)

there’s definitely more, so if you made it this far and have any more, pls add to the list!

#grishaverse #six of crows #the grisha trilogy #the darkling #nikolai lantsov #alina starkov #king of scars #rule of wolves #<< mild spoilers #zoyalai #kanej #etc. lol #brain dump

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grav3yardbb92 · 4 years ago

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Dave Navarro x reader imagine

On this very special live episode of Ink Master, two fan favorites will compete head to head. Please join me in welcoming tonight's artist Ryan Ashley and Sarah Miller."

I stand behind the stage, watching my fiancee as he introduced two of my favorite artist, one of which will be painting their next masterpiece on my skin.

" Your canvases for tonight are very knowledgeable in tattoos and have specific designs in mind. You challenge is to adapt to whatever they ask for, you are NOT allowed to change their minds on placement or design."

Dave let out a small chuckle, the audience may not have noticed, but I sure did. And I knew exactly what he was thinking. Neither of them would be able to change my mind. I fight for what I want. I always have.

" Now, let's bring out your canvases" after he speaks, Dave glances in my direction and I walk out to the stage, stopping to stand at his left.

" As fans and former contestants of the show, you should recognize both these lovely ladies" Ryan and Baby both nod, looking a little nervous, realizing who we both are.

Judges wives.

" On my right, Carol Anne, wife of your judge Chris Nunez and to my left, my beautiful wife y/n." He pauses to glance at me, flashing a small smile before continuing. " Not only are these two ladies special to the ink master family, they have something more inspirational in common...they are both cancer survivors." I smile proudly at his statement, and he looks toward Carol to explain her situation and her tattoo.

" At the age of 19 I was diagnosed with skin cancer, I underwent multiple surgeries and skingraphs along my back" when she pauses to wipe her tears, Chris moves from his seat to hold her. Once she collects her feelings, my husband prompts her to continue.

" And what would you like ?"

" A bouquet of colorful flowers with butterflies down my spine" she answers him with a smile.

He takes a moment to catch the artist reactions, before moving to face me.

I take in a deep breath and his smile comforts me more, enticing me to share my story.

" Four years ago, I had a relapse of bone Cancer in my left hip. I also went through multiple surgeries, resulting in a ridgid scar down my side." As I spoke, Dave took hold of my hand, squeezing it to reassure me. " I would like a black and grey, broken heart, stiched up across the scar" I give out the details of my idea, leaving out a small part, which is a surprise for Dave.

Because Carol and I were both familiar with the artist, we were given the choice of whose work we wanted desplayed on our bodies. Carol chose Sarah as her artist.

" Alright now, y/n, I know you're excited to have Ryan as your artist"

" Oh, yeah, I've been a fan of her's since the beginning, and I know she'll give me an excellent peice."

" Okay, artist, you have ten hours to complete your tattoos. Time starts now"

About an hour into the session, Dave steps into the room, checking on Ryan's progress. " How are you doing, doll?" He questions, leaning down to kiss my cheek. " I'm good" I answer simply, before the needle hits a tender spot of scar tissue, causing me to wince slightly. Dave doesn't address my expression, only smiles at me again before glancing back at Ryan.

"Well, carry on, Ryan, and remember that's my life in your hands" he gestures toward me, finishing with a wink before exiting to check on Ryan's competitor.

Within the next few hours oliver and Chris came in to check out the artpeice. They each questioned her on her feelings on the competition and the design. Then Chris questioned me on the special part, that I didn't mention in the beginning. This is live and Dave is not far away, speaking to the audience, so I quickly shush him and ask him to keep my husband away until the end.

Throughout the rest of the time, Ryan and I are keeping casual conversation as I also listen to dave conversing with some of the artist from past seasons. Before I know it, he is addressing the audience and anouncing the final two minutes. Ryan cleans up my hip and helps me up, allowing me to see the peice clearly. " Wow. That's awesome Ryan"

" Thanks girl, I'm so glad I could do that for you"

The time finally came to reveal my new tattoo to the live audience and all of america watching on tv, not to mention the most important veiwer of my body art. I know I love this, I just hope he does too.

Dave sits at the table, with the other two judges, smiling brightly as I lift the cloth of my top, the him of my shorts pulled just low enough to show off the work, but cover my most intimate parts. The audience erupts in an uproar of applause, shouts, and whistles. A smirk stretches across Dave's face, indicating that he noticed the lyrics of one of my favorite songs from his band, that adorned one side of my, now beautifully decorated, scar.

Ryan begins an explanation of her concept of the design I described to her. Then the three men add their opinions on her work, just as they did Sarah's just a few minutes ago.

" Now that both artist have showed off their skills and explained their work, it's time to get to the judging. Now, it wouldn't be too fair for Chris and I to judge our own wives tattoos, so this decision will be made by the audience and tv veiwers, via Twitter."

After that anouncement, the cameras cut to commercial, and to give the luve audience time to vote, the judges went back and forth with their own comments on the artists work.

Thank fuck! he likes it.

3.2.1.

" Welcome back to Ink Master. The home veiwers and live studio audience have placed their votes." I smile at Ryan, nudging her arm to reassure her.

" And the winner of this special Ink Master show down is......"

Me, I'm the winner and so is Carol. We have and will continue to win our fights, and we will look good doing it.

#inkmaster #dave navarro #red hot chili peppers #janes addiction #x reader #band imagines

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ticklygiggles · 4 years ago

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Testing spots | The Fantastic Three

Diavolo, Lucifer & Barbatos

A/N: Due to... Certain circumstances my sweet girl @otomiya-tickles ended up supporting me ☕ and of course, I wrote something for her!

I hope you enjoy this, dear! And I hope it quenches your thirst for ticklish! Diavolo, because we have so much of that in this fic, hehe. Thank you for your support and help, dear! I will always love you 💕 (I also apologize for the wait!!!)

Summary: Diavolo is trying to relax as he drinks his tea, worried that he might end up drinking the whole thing before Lucifer arrives. What is taking him so long? He'll discover it first hand!

(A little shippy, if you squint)

Words: 4k (aaay)

“Today’s tea is my Lord’s favorite.“ Diavolo smiled brightly as Barbatos poured him a cup of Hellfire Rose tea, the liquid almost reaching the brim. “I hope you enjoy it to the fullest.”

Diavolo nodded before taking a deep breath. The appetizing aroma filled his lungs until they burned. “Thank you as always, Barbatos. Please take a seat as well.”

Barbatos smiled back at him and bowed his head deeply as he graciously poured himself a cup of tea and took a seat at Diavolo’s left. Diavolo nodded in approval and he looked down at his own cup; in other circumstances, he would normally wait for his guests to arrive to start drinking his own tea, but his guest was late and he could never resist a cup of Hellfire Rose tea, so might as well…

“Ah, wonderful,” he whispered after a sip, his tongue burning a little. “I hope Lucifer hurries here or else, I’ll have to drink the whole thing myself.”

“Suit yourself, My Lord,” Barbatos whispered and Diavolo chuckled behind his cup.

Tea parties were always a delight to Diavolo. It was his peaceful time. He didn’t have to worry about RAD nor any other matter that came with the responsibilities of being the Crown Prince of the Devildom.

Whether it was with Barbatos, Lucifer, or both, he could always enjoy this glorious leisure time and talk about things that wouldn’t cause his stress to rise to the Celestial Realm and make his heart feel lonely and heavy.

So, with a light heart, he started a conversation with Barbatos, flashing sincere smiles and letting out gentle chuckles that would make anyone’s heart flutter.

“I wonder what is happening with Lucifer,” Barbatos said, checking his watch. “He’s not usually late.”

“Yeah. Maybe I should send him a message-

“No need. I've arrived.”

Both Diavolo and Barbatos looked back to see Lucifer, and their reaction was the exact same: eyes slightly widening and an eyebrow raising in surprise.

“Lucifer? What happened?” Diavolo asked as Lucifer took a seat right in front of him, fixing his tie and vest and even his hair.

“It wasn’t nothing like that,” Lucifer answered, shooting a glare at Barbatos, who in return only chuckled behind his gloved hand. Diavolo bit his tongue to stop a chuckle of his own. “Unfortunately, I got engaged into a... mess before leaving the House of Lamentation with my brothers and that human of ours."

"Oh? Ours?" Diavolo chuckled, sharing a knowing smile with Barbatos before taking another sip of his tea, Lucifer's cheeks turned pink. "So what mess was it? Did you all get into a fight?"

"More like a battle. Mammon had the great idea of starting a... tickle fight with all of my brothers and the human. I wanted to-

“Ah, did you get caught?” Diavolo teased, smiling playfully at Lucifer.

Lucifer rolled his eyes shamelessly, “Of course not. I wouldn't let them touch me even if they tried. As you both can see, they did try, so I had to play their stupid game to get out of it.”

"You're no fun, Lucifer! What's the point of a tickle fight if you don't get tickled?"

"Tch. First of all, I didn't want to get involved, I was forced to. And what do you know about tickle fights?”

Diavolo laughed softly, drinking more of his tea. Well, Lucifer had a point there. Diavolo had never experienced tickling before, but he knew it was something beings do to create bonds with the people one cares for. He’s seen humans playing around in the Human World, even some demons here in the Devildom and, to his eyes at least, it seemed like something fun to do.

Was it that horrible?

"So,” Diavolo started, totally ignoring Lucifer. “In other words, if I force you, will you get involved into a tickle fight with me?” Diavolo laughed at Lucifer’s offended expression, he could hear Barbatos chuckling at his side. “Oh! Maybe we should do a contest!” Diavolo beamed.

Lucifer nearly choked on his tea. “Good grief, please no. If you want to be tickled that bad, I'm sure Barbatos will be happy to do so,” he said and Diavolo looked at Barbatos.

"I'll do whatever my Lord wants me to,” Barbatos answered with a smile and Diavolo laughed.

"Yes, thank you, Barbatos, but the fun part about a tickle fight, it's the fight! The name says it all!”

“I see. Then you’re welcome to join my stupid brothers and your favorite human, if you want.”

It was Diavolo’s turn to blush, but he continued talking as if he didn’t feel the heat gathering on his cheeks. “Now, Lucifer. You know I can’t do that! They wouldn’t dare to touch me.”

I am the Crown Prince. He wanted to say, not to brag about his title, but because he knew not many people dared to disrespect him… even when he wanted to be part of some unharmful fun.

Of course, he didn’t need to say anything else because Lucifer, (and he was sure even Barbatos), understood his words right away.

Lucifer took a sip of his tea and Barbatos, (his lips stretched into a playful smile), poured more tea into Diavolo's cup. Diavolo took one, two, three sips and the whole tea was gone again, but Barbatos served some more for him.

So that was the end of the conversation? Diavolo couldn’t help but feel… disappointed. He didn’t actually expect Lucifer to give up to his request that easily, but now he was feeling way more curious about this tickling thing.

Maybe the House of Lamentation was not a bad idea after all? He sipped in more tea, wondering if he was still in time to join the fun. If he hurried-

“Stop drinking so much tea, you’re going to wet yourself.”

Diavolo blinked in surprise. “Ex… cuse me?”

Lucifer stared at him, “what? Didn’t you say you wanted to have a tickle fight? We are having one. The three of us,” he said, looking at Barbatos, Diavolo also turning to look at his butler.

Barbatos laughed softly. “I am up to it if that makes my Lord happy.”

Diavolo looked at them both not knowing exactly what was going on, but as soon as Lucifer stood up, Diavolo followed suit, his shoulders a little tense and a funny bubbly feeling swirling in his chest.

Lucifer laughed, “what is it? Are you nervous already?”

Diavolo cleared his throat. “Are we really going to do this?”

Diavolo felt suddenly too aware of his two companions. Lucifer was smiling teasingly at him and Barbatos was still sitting down, watching with also a teasing smile on his lips.

“I… don’t know how to do it,” Diavolo confessed sheepishly. Perhaps this was a bad idea? How could he possibly do something like this when he hadn’t done it before?!

“It is easy. You just try not to get caught and if you catch us just wiggle your fingers against our torso, or something like that,” Lucifer explained awkwardly and, to be honest, Diavolo was as clueless as he was before that explanation, but he couldn’t help but feel excitement rushing through his body.

“I do not have much experience either,” Barbatos said with a gentle smile, finally standing up and making Diavolo flinch away without wanting to, Barbatos chuckled. “But I can definitely try.”

“Very well. At the count of three we’ll start. Ready.” Diavolo gulped, but nodded softly. “One… two… now!”

Diavolo’s first instinct was to launch at them, but to his big surprise, the other two demons launched right back at him and before he could react, the three of them were tumbling down onto the fresh grass of Diavolo’s garden.

“Wha- What are you- Ah! Wait! That’s- ahahahaha!”

He didn't know who it was, but one of them was rubbing deep, gentle circles against his lower ribs: thumb pressed right on top of his bones and the other four fingers pressing on the back.

He never felt something like this before. It felt as if the muscles around his ribs were being… electrocuted, and the sensation climbed from the lowest set of ribs to the highest.

His body jerked away from the touch and the laughter- oh my, it was so weird to feel the sudden urge to laugh. He knew the electrifying sensation was making him laugh so brightly, but he couldn’t just place the two things together, it felt- it just felt so weird, however, he couldn’t say he hated it.

Was this a common thing?

"Wai-ahahahaha! I d-doahahaha!" He couldn't talk! No matter how hard he tried, his always coherent speech was lost in waves of uncontrollable laughter.

Diavolo tried to move his hands to cover that tender spot at the bottom of his ribs because it seemed that, whoever was tickling him there, was going to abuse that spot to the fullest; but he found out that he couldn't move his hands- no, he couldn't move his whole arms at all!

"Oh? It seems that Diavolo is way more ticklish than I expected." He heard Lucifer saying over his laughter as he tried to pull his arms free.

Diavolo wasn't completely sure, but it looked like Barbatos and Lucifer had teamed against him and the reason why he couldn't move his arms was because they had them pinned up above his head.

"I knew Lord Diavolo was fairly… sensitive here because he sometimes flinches away when I help him dress up," Barbatos explained softly and Diavolo knew he was the one tickling his ribs.

Wait… did that mean that Lucifer was still not doing anything to him?! Oh no, if he-

"AHAHAHA! Wait! Wahahahahait!" Diavolo managed to say as he felt another tickly wave make his body jump as Lucifer used his nimble fingers on him, gently squeezing up and down one of Diavolo's sides.

"Also ticklish here? How are you even alive being this sensitive, Diavolo?" Lucifer teased and Diavolo could only shake his head as more laughs poured out of him.

"My Lord can hardly speak. Does it tickle that bad?" Barbatos asked and Diavolo suddenly realized that, it didn't matter how much time had passed, that spot Barbatos was tickling, just wouldn't stop causing him to laugh, and it was making Diavolo feel a little hysterical.

"Yeah, Diavolo. Is it too bad?" Lucifer purred back, lingering in a spot near Diavolo's waist that made him squeak.

Because of the overwhelming sensations, his body was simply taking it all, but he slowly started to squirm, trying to escape and attack back, but Diavolo never felt this uncoordinated before, his mind could only focus on the tickling against his ribs and side.

"Okay! Okahahahay! L-Let gohohoho!" Diavolo laughed, pulling at his trapped arms and arching his back a little.

Barbatos and Lucifer chuckled. "What? Now you're regretting getting involved in a tickle fight, Diavolo?"

Diavolo didn't dare to say yes. Not because he was stubborn, (that he was), but because he, in fact, didn't regret getting involved in this. Even if this was something his body wasn't used to, he couldn't say he wasn't having fun.

"Oh? My Lord didn't say no, could it be that he is having a good time?"

Diavolo felt his cheeks burning at hearing Barbatos saying so, and just to look a little strong, he tried to bite his lower lip to stop his laughter, but gentle fingers clawed at his ribs and he cackled, nodding quickly.

"It's- it's nahahahat th-thahahat bad!" He laughed out, thankful that he couldn't open his eyes at the moment because he could feel their teasing eyes burning holes on his face.

"It's not that bad, hm? Then we haven't found the right spot yet, Barbatos."

Barbatos laughed deeply at that and Diavolo felt his stomach fluttering as he kicked his legs.

"Thehehese spots ahahahare bahahahad already!" Diavolo said, pulling at his arms again. "Lehehehet gohohoho!" He repeated, still amazed that he couldn’t break free from such a weak hold.

"Not yet," Lucifer mumbled, getting a better hold of Diavolo's arm. "Let's find the right spot, hm?"

Diavolo heard Barbatos humming curiously and just as he was going a little breathless, the tickling stopped at once.

"Goohohohod grihihief! You suhuhuhuck!" He giggled, finally opening his eyes to look at his attackers.

He was not ready to find them looking down at him with bright smiles and playful eyes. Diavolo's cheeks turned pink and a wave of shyness rushed to him.

Was he being too much?

He never liked to impose himself if it wasn't necessary- did he force them to do this just to satisfy his own curiosity?

"Stop overthinking," Lucifer said, his smile turning into a scowl and a ping of sadness seated on the pit of Diavolo's stomach. "I'm just helping you see how terrible a tickle fight is."

Lucifer's disgusted face made Diavolo giggle, but he could tell he was not serious. He was sure that, deep down, and in his own way, Lucifer could see the fun in something like this.

But he knew Lucifer was letting him know that no one can ever force him to do something he didn't want to and that, in fact, he was also enjoying himself right now… even if Diavolo was the victim.

"Like I said," Diavolo said, already recovering from the last attack. "Where's the fun in a tickle fight if you don't get tickled?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and a teasing smile.

"If Lord Diavolo is enjoying himself," Barbatos suddenly said, ignoring what Diavolo had just said. "Then it cannot be that bad, can it?"

Diavolo felt happiness filling his chest once more. Giddiness made him squirm softly at the thought that, even someone as Lucifer and Barbatos, were having fun at this silly game.

However, Diavolo felt a soft blush creeping up to his ears at hearing Barbatos say that. "B-Barbatos!" He gasped.

"Hm, you're right," Lucifer nodded. "It seems that Diavolo is enjoying being tickled, so might as well keep going, right?"

Diavolo widened his eyes as the silliest of smiles pulled at the corner of his mouth. "W-Wahahait!"

Oh goodness, he was-

"Giggling already, my Lord? We're certainly not touching you right now," Barbatos teased, bringing Diavolo's arm even higher, causing Diavolo to squeak with yet another nervous giggle.

"H-Hohohold on! It's unfair that you guys-

"Ah, I have an idea," Lucifer said, completely ignoring Diavolo's giggly whining. "Maybe we could try all of my brothers' weak spots until we find the best one for Diavolo here."

Diavolo wanted to disappear. They were talking as if he weren't right there! Pinned to the ground and with tingling ribs.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea, Lucifer," Barbatos answered and he nodded softly. "Where could that be?"

"No! Lihihihisten!" Diavolo pulled at his trapped arms. "I… I think I won't-

"Oh? Are you admitting you're really ticklish?" Lucifer asked with a raised eyebrow and a dark smirk.

"N-No! It's j-just that-

"Both Mammon and Levi are horrendously ticklish on their hips and thighs, which one do you want to try first, Barbatos?"

"N-No! You're not-

"Hmm, hips," Barbatos said and he immediately placed his hand over one of Diavolo's hip bones.

Diavolo gasped and he twisted his hip away.

"Ah, this is going to be interesting," Lucifer purred and he also positioned his hand over Diavolo's other hip, making him squeak.

"Please! This is so unfair! You both a-AAAHAHAHA!"

Diavolo threw his head back with a loud cackle when Barbatos started pinching his hip. Diavolo choked on his laughter as he tried to free his hip from Barbatos' fingers.

“B-Bahahaharba-atos, wa-AHAHAHAIT! Lucifeheheher!”

Suddenly, Lucifer was also joining the fun: his thumb rubbing against his other hip. Diavolo shook his hips desperately, cackling wildy and kicking his legs behind the demons.

“Stop! Stahahahahap!” He laughed, thrusting his hips.

"Oh. This spot is good," Barbatos hummed and Diavolo could only shake his head.

"It’s ahahahawful!"

Both Barbatos and Lucifer laughed at that, but they didn’t stop their attack, instead, Diavolo felt that they speeded it up and he shrieked in response, his knees curling up in a futile attempt to protect his poor hips.

Lucifer chuckled, "Say, Diavolo. What's more ticklish? Ribs or hips?"

Diavolo could have said the first answer that came to mind, but instead, he thought it over carefully, even as he was laughing almost desperately.

His hips certainly tickled a lot, the pinches, rubbing and even scribbling over his skin made his hips jump and shake and do a little dance that embarrassed him, however, the thought of Barbatos' fingers pinching his lower ribs made him shiver heavily and he even let out a sudden hysterical laugh.

“Rihihihibs! They're m-mohohohore tihihicklish!” He admitted right away and they stopped immediately, letting him catch his breath. “Y-You ahahahahare awfuhuhul! Why ihihihis- is it o-only me?!”

Diavolo didn’t need an answer. He knew it was because these two demons wouldn’t let him find their weaknesses, at least not yet, and since Diavolo was the one insisting about having a tickle fight, of course they thought it was only fair to have him suffering the consequences.

Good thing Diavolo thought this was fun.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to try it out?” Lucifer teased.

“I- I did, but you- EEEEAHAHA!”

Diavolo flushed bright red as soon as he felt hands latching onto his inner thighs. His legs instantly closed, but that didn't stop the sudden assault of squeezes near his crotch and right above his knee, but on the inner side.

His reaction was wild. He pulled at his arms roughly, making Barbatos and Lucifer gasp when Diavolo managed to lower them up a little; his legs kicking, but since he was clamping them together, he looked rather silly and Barbatos and Lucifer couldn't help but laugh as Diavolo's cheeks turned bright pink.

It was a little embarrassing, but over all, it was so ticklish! It tickled really bad and Diavolo couldn't stop shrieking, his toes curling inside his shoes. It was definitely worse than his ribs.

"My Lord, what's more t-

"Thehehere! It's thehehere! Oh, nohohoho, plehehehease!"

Again, the tickling stopped at once and Daivolo went boneless against the damp grass- now that he thought about it, he was also getting a little damp. Sweat started to cover his forehead and made his shirt stick to his body, was this also normal?

"Gehehehet your hahahahands off!" Diavolo giggled, his legs clamped together because Barbatos and Lucifer still had their hands poised over Diavolo's inner thighs, ready to attack again.

The demons chuckled and slowly pulled their hands away, making Diavolo flinch and giggle nervously as they moved to hover over him.

"Thihihis- This is not a t-tickle fight!" He whined, a bright smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

Barbatos shook his head with a smile. "Well, it probably isn't, but we still have a few spots to try, My Lord. Unless you really want us to stop?"

Diavolo blinked- he was tired and sweaty and his body was tingling in anticipation, but he smirked back at them, a daring smile pulling at his lips.

"Nah, I don't think you'll do any better than this, so I'm alright, actually."

Lucifer laughed out loud at this declaration of war and he nodded. "I just want to remind you that I still have four brothers left, Diavolo. So let's continue."

Diavolo slightly widened his eyes and his smirk faltered a little. "Ah, w-wait. I didn't- ah! No! Not uhuhuhundeheher!"

He gasped when Lucifer pulled his shirt out of his pants and his cold hand sneaked under it to start clawing at his stomach.

Diavolo sucked on his belly and jerked softly to the side; he giggled as the cold fingertips vibrated against the tight muscles of his stomach, but be could feel he wasn't as ticklish there.

However, childish giggles kept pouring out of his mouth as Lucifer tried to find every possible overly sensitive spot on Diavolo's stomach, and he was embarrassed of such sound. Why did he sound like a kid?!

"This is Beel's spot," Lucifer explained, finally finding out that the sides of Diavolo's belly made cackle a little and kick his legs. "It seems effective, but not as much."

Diavolo nodded. "Ihihihit's n- nohohot that bahahaEEEK!"

Diavolo jumped with a shriek when a sudden naughty finger started to wiggle in his belly button. It definitely was Barbatos, Lucifer was too busy changing from vibrations to scribbles, jumping from one side to the other.

The tickling to his navel felt so weird, Diavolo couldn’t help but scrunch up his nose as those giggles kept coming out of him.

“Barbahahatos!" He gasped. "P-Puhuhuhull it out!” Diavolo squeaked, trying not to arch his back to prevent Barbatos' finger from going deeper into his navel.

But suddenly Lucifer was leaving quick pokes to the side of his stomach and Diavolo's body thought it was a good idea to arch up as he let out another frantic cackle.

He shrieked and then twisted to the side, trying to lay on his stomach and make Barbatos stop poking at his belly button.

"Oh! I just remembered Asmo has a very ticklish back, what about you?"

Diavolo didn't react much to the playful scribbles against his back, he merely chuckled and shivered as he tried to recover from the tickling to his stomach, if anything, his body started to relax… so tickling can also feel this relaxing?

"Not effective, Lord Diavolo?" Barbatos asked, and Diavolo hummed playful, still turned on his side.

"It feels… different," he answers, his eyes dropping a little.

"Not falling asleep, we're not done yet," Lucifer said and before Diavolo could react to his words, Lucifer's fingers were gently digging against the back of Diavolo's ribs, right against a pressure point that made Diavolo arch his back and throw his head back with wild laughter.

"NAHAHAT- Nohohot thehehere!" He said and quickly let himself fall back against the grass.

That was a mistake, now his whole rib cage was exposed to these demons. Cold hands sneaked under his shirt and started to tease his ribs. Both using different techniques that surely had Diavolo cackling his head off.

"This one's Satan spot," Lucifer explained as his fingers vibrated against each individual rib and in the spaces between them just as he would do to Satan. "It seems like you're very sensitive too, Diavolo."

Diavolo shrieked, "W-Wahahahait! F-Fuhuhuhuck!" Lucifer faked a gasp. "S-stahahahap! I s-sahahahaid not thehehere!" He laughed, his eyes tightly shut as he body shook with laughter.

"So, thighs, ribs and hips seem very sensitive to Lord Diavolo, is that right?" Barbatos asked while he rubbed those deep circles against Diavolo's ribs that even made him forget where he was.

"It seems like so, but…"

"N-No! Nohohoho! J-Juhuhuhust- d-dohohon't go h-hihihihigher!" Diavolo begged and, of course, Barbatos and Lucifer had noticed that, the more they neared his highest ribs, Diavolo's laughter turned louder and a bit high pitched.

His struggling increased and it became a little harder for Lucifer and Barbatos to keep his arms raised above his head.

Diavolo desperately tried to stop them from going to his upper ribs. He didn't know why, but the funny sensation was slowly spreading to his underarms and it was driving him a little crazy. Why was he feeling ticklish there?!

"I think," Lucifer started and Diavolo could hear the smirk on his mouth even over his own laughter. "We found the spot, Barbatos."

"I do believe so," Barbatos answered, also smirking.

"Plehehehease! I thihihink I'll- AHAHAHA! ST-AHAHAHA-"

Diavolo was positively howling right now. Laughing in hysterics as soon as he felt their fingers touching his armpits. He could feel how, with much effort, Lucifer and Barbatos raised his arms a little higher, leaving his armpits completely exposed to their curious fingers.

"OKAHAHAY! Okahahay! Plehehehease! Too b-bahahahad! It tihihihickles too bahahahad!" Diavolo begged, weakly pulling at his arms

This was maddening! He was going crazy! He couldn't focus on anything else besides those fingers driving him up the wall.

Barbatos, as teasing and devious as always, was using one single finger to scribble all around Diavolo's armpit, quickly finding the most tender of spots right in the middle of his underarm.

Lucifer, a little rougher and looking to really drive Diavolo crazy, kept vibrating his fingers also right in the middle of Diavolo's armpit, making him cry with laughter.

"Oh, Lord Diavolo Is crying, shall we stop?" Diavolo could hear that Barbatos really didn't want to stop.

Tears of laughter were really falling down the sides of Diavolo's face, his cheeks were bright red and his mouth was wide open ina big smile as the most glorious and boisterous laughter escaped through his lips.

Not only that, his body had completely gone limp. He was squirming weakly and not even trying to pull at his trapped arms anymore.

Diavolo still thought that this was so much fun.

"I don't know. What do you think, Diavolo?" Lucifer purred and Diavolo shook his head. "No? Shall we continue?"

It definitely was fun, but he was reaching his limit. "No! Nahahahaha! I gihihihive! I give uhuhuhup!" He said, noticing that his laughter was going a little breathless.

To his luck, the tickling stopped and his arms were free again. He quickly pulled them down and was just slightly worried because he couldn't stop laughing.

"Diavolo's got the giggles," Lucifer said, watching with tender amusement how Diavolo's laughter turned to bright giggles. "Isn't he adorable?"

Barbatos chuckled behind his gloved hand. "Certainly. My Lord can be extremely adorable."

"G-Gohohohoodness," Diavolo sighed, cleaning the corners of his eyes. "You both are… demons," he laughed at his own joke and then winced. "Oh, I'm sohore."

Lucifer chuckled. "I told you this is awful," he said as he grabbed one of Diavolo's hands, Barbatos holding the other as they both helped him get up.

Diavolo's legs were a little shaky and he literally flopped onto his chair, gently pushing his tea toward Barbatos, asking for more tea to relieve the dryness of his throat after having laughed so much.

He really laughed a lot. When was the last time he laughed this much? Actually, when was the last time he had this much fun? He couldn't remember. He usually didn't laugh this much nor had this much fun.

That was… a little sad.

"Now, are you having a low after being so hyped?" Lucifer asked. He was back on his seat as well, fixing his hair and clothes all over again and taking little sips to his tea, already cold.

He looked as serious as ever, but Diavolo could see the corners of Lucifer's lips curling slightly in a little smile. Looking at his left, Barbatos was also smiling, more deliberately, but also gently.

Diavolo chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I'm not. I just… was thinking that it was… kind of fun," he said, his sad smile turning a bit brighter as his cheeks heated up.

"Hm? I'm glad you think so because we forgot about Belphie's spot," Lucifer said, his little smile morphing into a smirk. Diavolo widened his eyes.

"Oh? Where could that be?" Barbatos asked curiously.

"Neck. Belphie snorts so much when he's tickled there, I wonder what will you do, Diavolo."

Diavolo gasped and he got up at once, ready to escape, but he suddenly had his back pressed against the grass, one more time, and those nimble fingers were back on him, wiggling against the sides of his neck and under his chin.

Diavolo was, in fact, snorting between bright, bubbly giggles. Arms pinned back above his head and his legs kicking madly.

"I s-sahahahaid I gihihihive uhuhuhup!"

"We couldn't just not try this, Diavolo. It's for your own good."

"Stahahahap!*

Yes… he usually didn't laugh like this, and he certainly didn't have fun like this as often as he would want to, but he knew these two demons, looking at him with silly smiles and gentle eyes, would be up to make him have a good time and remind him that, around them, he was just their tickle to- ahem… just Diavolo, no Crown Prince, no RAD founder.

Simple and unique Diavolo.

#obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me #Ticklish!Diavolo #Diavolo #Barbatos #Lucifer #I hope the read more works well dkdndkf #I love you dear! I hope you like this!#Mia's things #Mia's fic

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Hold Me, I’m Soft ~ Mammon x Reader

This is going to refer to the DevilGram story with Madi the Witch, because it didn’t sit right with me how Mammon got used and laughed at for being sexually assaulted, especially when I related to that in more ways then I’d want to admit, so there it is, a short little fic to give Monnie some love, especially since his birthday will be this week and I will be at the mountains, unable to actually post anything other than a Happy Birthday maybe.

Ever since she got to the Devildom, Y/N wondered to herself why in the world would the brothers bully Mammon so much, to the point that he’ll break down in tears when nobody is around?

He’s the most gentle of the brothers, yet he’s met with nothing more than taunts and mocking because of his greed. It’s not like he can help it, it’s his Avatar sin, he didn’t choose it. People get annoyed at Beel for eating too much and constantly raiding the fridge, for when he indulges in the pleasure of greed, he’s suddenly the scummy trash brother who’s just a waste of space. The family’s embarrassment.

But why should he be that, when he’s the only one who never gave in to his demonic power from rage? Never tried to attack or kill her and never got in his demon form to lash out at her?

Mammon was the first one to ever call her by her name and even give her nicknames. He was the first one to call her out to the cinema, concerts, shopping, pranking time, board games, card games, and even video games or just some quality time together.

He was the one to taught her how to be an undefeated Blackjack player and how to spot when someone is lying. He was the one to taught her how to flawlessly cheat in games and how to protect herself if something happened.

Even more, he was the one who graciously asked if she wanted to workout with him so she could be stronger and faster if anything were to happen and he wouldn’t be around, just like how it happened long ago, when Levi lost control and almost attacked her.

And, of course, he was the only one who constantly asked her if she was okay, if she was happy, if she needed anything. He would always pamper her whenever he thought she stopped smiling for one split second, or if he thinks she was faking it. He would grab TSL and some comfort food, hot chocolate with marshmallows and would cuddle her all night, playing with her hair.

It really pissed her off, but no matter what she did, and no matter how much she tried to make the others at least tone it down, of course, millennia of habits cannot be so easily tamed.

These were the constant thoughts that plagued Y/N’s mind, yet the white haired man will never know, because she is a girl of few words and many actions.

Today, however, as usual, was the time for some new shenanigans, as Lucifer and Satan must be the escorts of some powerful witch, as per Diavolo’s request, since he literally can’t stand her - And that speaks loads, when it comes to the benevolent Demon Prince.

“Hey, is it really gonna be okay to leave those two by themselves like that?” Mammon asked with a worried expression on his face. “Well, neither of them are saying anything...For now, at least.” Asmo held the same expression as his elder brother. “Yeah, you just KNOW that they’re going to blow up any minute. It’s so exciting!” Levi spoke with a chuckle. “Hey, why is it that you only ever come outta your room at times like this, Levi? I thought you were s’posed to be a shut-in.” Mammon raised his eyebrow at his little brother. “Well, this is Lucifer and Satan. They almost NEVER work together, much less when it’s just the two of them! I mean, if I’d missed an event like this, I’d regret it for the next 800 years.” Levi grinned, his shoulders shaking with laughter. “Diavolo was pretty bold to make them work together, if you ask me.” Y/N muttered, crossing her arms and peeking through the door creak.

Saying that, the four of them leaned in the peek better and listen to their conversation.

“Be careful. If Maddi takes a liking to a man, she’ll bring him back home with her.” Lucifer smirked at his younger brother. “As if you need to remind me...I recall how Mammon went home with her that one time. Mammon must have regretted going with her, because by the time he got back, he was on the verge of tears. I remember it like it was yesterday!” Satan shook his head in disbelief, making the girl gasp, covering her mouth with her hands. “HEY! I wasn’t!” Mammon frowned at what he just heard, making Asmo shush him quickly so they won’t be heard. “I don’t even want to THINK about what must’ve happened between those two that night. I can’t understand what possessed Mammon to willingly go home with a woman that dangerous. It’s fortunate she didn’t trick him into making a pact with her while he was there in bed half-asleep.” the blond continued speaking, making the girl bite her lip from the shock and pain in her chest. “But there’s no doubt that Mammon didn’t have a good time, because for a while after he came back he had nightmares, and he’s moan in his sleep. He even stopped spending money left and right...MAMMON, of all demons. Still, Maddi IS attractive. She rivals the succubus who won the Queen Contest in terms of beauty. In fact, Maddi might be even MORE beautiful. I’m a little worried that you’ll end up like Mammon - That as soon as she uses her feminine wiles on you, you’ll fold like a paper airplane.” hearing that, she couldn’t stop herself and she fled the place, going to her room to regain herself, not giving anyone any explanation.

She already made up her mind that, despite being the middle of the day, she will skip both lunch and dinner, so changing in her pyjamas, she got in bed, cuddling the hellhound plushie Mammon got her, and wrapped herself in a tight cocoon with her blanket, not wanting to see the light of the day.

So many thoughts were swirling in her mind, each of them more and more degrading, overpowering one another, guilt taking over her completely.

She prided herself with being a ration person, she really did! She always put ration and logic over hindering emotions...But now...When she can overthink in peace...The ration she held completely dissipated, and here she was, crying her heart out once again.

Why WAS she crying for, anyway?

Was it because she felt Mammon’s pain at having being used like that, against his will, because he’s an innocent and peaceful push-over?

Was it because she remembered what happened to her, and her heart started aching like crazy, and she began to spiral?

Was it because she felt plain, ordinary and completely nothing special, when she heard Lucifer saying that Maddi is the most beautiful person in the world and that’s why Mammon was lured in by her?

Or was it the guilt of being affected by jealousy and self-hatred before the pain from what that vile woman did to him?

What the hell was going on through her head, anyway? She heard enough opinions about her and how terrible of a girlfriend she was, why should she even have any hope that Mammon would ever like her? And why the hell was she worrying about that, when she should be worrying about the poor demon?!

She’s really nothing more than a selfish jerk.

As if on cue, she heard the familiar sound of a received message on her D.D.D., and curiosity won over her self-deprecating sulking, and she checked it out, making her heart skip a few beats.

It was Monnie, and he was asking if she was okay and why she left.

Tears started brimming in her eyes, and letting out a few more sobs, she realised that, even thought he doesn’t romantically love her, he will always be her best friend, and she was at least content with that, no matter how selfish she is.

She quickly texted him, asking if it was okay if she came over later, for a sleepover, and of course, he agreed, so the girl put a cardigan over her so it wouldn’t be too obvious she was in her pyjamas - Not that it mattered, anyway - and got some snacks, made some hot chocolate and went to Mammon’s room, finding him in a tanktop and some large pants, playing some game on his phone.

“Took you long enough!” Mammon grinned, making room for her to join him. “What’s with that face? You stormed out of there, so somethin’ must’ve bothered ya. Come on, y’know you can tell me.” he got in a sitting position, looking at her with a concerned look, but was met with silence for a many seconds, in which he feared he must have said something wrong. “I, uh...I guess I got worried about you after what they said...But I didn’t have the best reaction...I needed some time to think things over. It was pretty selfish of me to do that, instead of talking to you first...But I guess I’ve always been pretty selfish, haven’t I?” she chuckled nervously, still standing up, next to the bed. “What the hell are ya on about? Is it about that Maddi thing? Forget it, it happened long ago, it doesn’t bother me anymore.” he shrugged, looking away for a split second, only to look back at her. “I...Don’t think you’re over it.” she bit her lip, looking down, sucking at her teeth to stop herself from sketching any gesture on her face. “What do ya know about that, anyway? Come on, shut up and put the movie on, I ain’t got all day!” he tried to make her stop talking already, but she wasn’t exactly paying attention. “I had a similar experience too and...When I heard what happened, flashes of what happened went in front of my eyes and I started panicking. That’s why I ran away.” she spoke, her eyes glossed and unfocused. “Is that why ya wanted to hang out?” Mammon muttered softly, seeing her slowly nod her head. “I never told anyone...And so, nobody was there to care about me. But you always cared about me...And I wanted to do the same, for once.” she gulped, blinking and putting everything on the nightstand next to his bed. “...Come’re, dummy.” he sighed, tugging on her hand and making her sit on his lap, as was their ritual whenever one of them needed comfort. “Did I upset you, Monnie?” she asked, barely audible, making him put his hands on her shoulders, so she could properly look at him. “What?! Upset me?! ‘Course not! I-I’m happy that you thought of me, okay? It’s just...Yeah, it wasn’t nice, duh, but I’m a demon. I can take many things. But you’re such a frail little human. You’re small, fragile and soft, and since nobody wanted to bother getting to know such a nice gal like you, then I will always be there for you.” he put his hands on her face, trying to reach through to her. “...I was supposed to comfort you...Why did it go the other way around...? I was supposed to make sure you okay, that you’re smiling and that you can manage to get over what happened in the past...I wanted to be the one you can count on, for once...But I’m failing even at that...That’s how much of a selfish jerk I am...You deserve better than me, Monnie.” she hung her head, resting her forehead on his shoulder, not realising her words made him stiff, and tears prickled at his eyes. “Shut up, dummy! You’re a dummy! Dummy! Dummy! Never say things like that okay, got it?! Listen, I-I care about you, okay? I don’t care if you manage to comfort me or not, I just care that you think about me, okay? You’re the only one that gives a damn about me, and I appreciate that, okay? You see part of yourself in me, and I see a part of myself in you, so of course I want to keep you safe.” Mammon sighed, holding the girl close to his chest, playing with her hair, as he always did. “Monnie...Can I tell you something?” she muttered. It was now or never. If he hated her, so be it, but at least he knows. “Of course ya can, dummy. You can tell me anythin’ you want.” he said with an encouraging chuckle. “I...Left because I felt guilty. Because...My first thoughts were creeping with jealousy, instead of worrying about you and what happened, first and foremost. My brain fails me big time. And I feel really bad, ‘cause you deserve much better than some idiot who gets jealous over someone vile like...Her.” she let a few tears fall down her face, but poor Mammon was lost in his own head.

Jealous? Why the hell would she be jealous? What could she be jealous of? What is going on even?

“Why would you be jealous of her? You’re better than she’ll ever be, in every way. What the hell is going on through that head of yours, Y/N?” he frowned, flicking her forehead, unsure of how to react. “You heard how Lucifer and Satan spoke about her...And they are Lucifer and Satan. They spoke only praises about her...A-And I didn’t want her to be around you. Y-You’re my first man, Monnie, please understand what I’m saying.” she hid her face with her hands, her bottom lip quivering from embarrassment and guilt. “O-Oh...Ya like me?! Like...Like-Like me?! For reals?!” his voice became so cheerful and hopeful, and as soon as he saw her nodding, he started laughing very happily, kissing her forehead and taking away her hands from her face, his grin bright and dazzling like the first sunshine of Spring. “Cool, ‘cause I love ya too! I was sure you liked one of my brothers, they ain’t as problematic as me, but you like me, your first man, and I couldn’t be happier!” he started kissing her all over her face, making her blush like a tomato. “Why wouldn’t I like you? You’re the best. You’re the only one who has been genuine with me since the very beginning and cared about me. And spending time with you always is always calming and...You always make me happy. I forgot what it’s like to be happy since that happened...But whenever my brain goes stupid and I start overthinking, you always manage to keep me grounded...And I really appreciate you for that.” Y/N spoke out, making Mammon’s eyes water, and with the ordinary greedy impulse he had, he grabbed her face and kissed her deeply, without even realising what in the world happened. “Don’t fluster me like that, Y/N...Actually, do, I love it, but I’m not used to it.” he chuckled nervously, making the girl smile softly. “Can I do anything to make you feel better about...The past?” she asked sheepishly, her hands hanging awkwardly, unsure of what to do with them. “Well...The hot chocolate is going to get cold...And there’s snacks to eat and movies to binge-watch...” he trailed on, snaking his arms around her waist, making her put hers on his shoulders. “Also...I want to make sure you’re comfortable with me, okay? I dunno what happened to you, but if it’s similar to what happened to me, I want to promise you that I will never do anythin’ you’re not okay with. I pinky promise.” Mammon spoke in a more serious voice, yet just as gentle. “I know, Angel eyes. I trust you the most out of everyone in this world. And I can promise you the same thing.” she managed to give him a proper smile, throwing her arms around him, hugging him tightly, feeling the comforting warmth of his body.

That embrace alone felt, for the both of them, like the sole safe home they ever had, and there was nothing that could break this dream-like state they were in. There was no negativity and no bad thought going through their mind, as the warmth and love of the hug was enough to disperse of any pest lingering and purging their sanity.

When they finally got the courage to let go of each other, fearing that they would disappear from this serenity state, they cuddled together in bed, drinking the now room temperature hot chocolate, eating so many snacks that they resembled Beel, and watching TSL on the huge plasma TV on the wall.

“Monnie?” Y/N raised her head to look up at him, love and admiration obvious in her sparkling eyes. “Thank you for existing in my life. I know you go through great lengths to take care of your brothers and make sure they’re happy...And I know you get hurt a lot in the process...But I really appreciate everything you’re doing, both for me and for them. I’m sure they see it too, they’re just too stupidly proud to admit to themselves...As usual.” she chuckled, reaching to hold his hand and intertwine their fingers together. “Thanks, Y/N. You’re the best. I’m really happy you came to talk to me...And I’m really happy you’re here with me. I love you.”

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The Stable Girl

Chapter 2 – The night shift

That had felt like a never-ending day. After her encounter with Nicole, Waverly had joined her father to watch the first round of the tournament. Luckily, some of the oldest suitors were immediately eliminated, but it was not like the remaining contestants were much better. Everyone’s favorite, Lord Hardy, was a good-looking young man of about Waverly’s age, which made the princess root for him as well. But even though he was strong and really good at riding a horse, he was all but smart and educated. At least that was the impression he gave Waverly that evening as she listened to him having a conversation with the other men in the dining room. That almost made the princess wish sir Robinson would win the tournament and marry her. Said sir was a middle-aged man, but he had such polite manners and he was always so kind when he addressed her in conversation. Plus, she would never tire of listening to the stories of his many travels around the realm. He had seen pretty much everything there was to see, and could speak eight languages at best. He even owned a library that might have been bigger than the one they had there in Purgatory. He would have been the perfect match if only he were younger.

“What about the blonde one?” Waverly was brought back from her thoughts by Chrissy’s voice.

After a three-hour-long dinner, she and her handmaids had retired to her room. Obviously, Chrissy and Stephanie had wasted no time in getting into their usual blabbering. The two were now talking about their favorite contestants as Waverly was sitting by the window not really paying attention to the conversation.

“Wait, sir Thomas?”

“Ew, no! That man could be my grandpa. I was talking about Lord Reynard.”

“Oh, the one with hair for days and beautiful ocean eyes? I think I may have fallen in love with him…” Stephanie said in a dreaming tone.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’ve only seen him one.”

“They call it love at first sight for a reason…”

“What are you, seven? Love at first sight only exists in fairytales, Steph.” Chrissy mocked her.

“That’s not true… it’s a real thing. Right, Waves?”

When in public, the two young women would use all the courtesies in need, but when it was just the three of them, they still addressed Waverly in informal terms like when they were kids.

“Oh c’mon, Waves, you gotta back me up on this one? You know I’m right.”

“Steph, I’m sorry, but… Chrissy’s right. Love at first sight only happens in the books.” Waverly agreed with Chrissy, although she was not so sure the girl was actually right.

The truth was, she had stopped believing in such things as love at first sight at a very young age. But after her encounter with a certain ginger girl… well, she might have been starting to reconsider her views on the matter. Maybe love at first sight did exist after all. Wait! Was she actually pondering the idea that she might have been… no, come on, that was ridiculous. She had only just met her.

Her trail of thoughts was suddenly interrupted by the arrival of a carrier pigeon who had landed right outside her window. Her friends watched her curiously as she opened the window and took the piece of paper from the bird’s claw. They got closer as she closed the window and proceeded to unroll the note, but Waverly made sure they couldn’t read the message on it. She had come to learn from experience that, sometimes, keeping secrets from them was for the best. Those girls were just too nosy.

I’m on night shift, wanna keep me company? I’ll be under the oak tree by the stables. Nicole.

Waverly couldn’t help but smile her brightest smile as she read the note. It was crazy. She had only known this woman for a few hours, and she already felt so drawn to her. She could almost feel butterflies in her stomach just at the idea of getting to spend more time with Nicole. But first, she needed an excuse to leave her room.

“What’s gotten you all smiling there?” Chrissy asked when she folded the note and put it down.

“OMG! Is it a special message from a special someone?” Stephanie exclaimed all excited.

“Did one of the lords send you a love note?”

“Was it lord Hardy?”

“He was totally eating you with his eyes this afternoon.”

“And he’s so dreamy.”

Oh boy… she needed to stop them before they took it too far.

“It’s actually just Wynonna. She wishes me a happy birthday and says she’ll try and be home soon.” Waverly lied.

“Oh.” Both Chrissy and Stephanie said in a rather disappointed tone.

Okay, so now that the explanation for the note was done, she still needed to find a way to get out of her room without getting caught by the guards, and especially without her nosy friends finding out about Nicole. Not much because she didn’t want anyone to know she was hanging out with the stable girl. Mostly, she needed space and time to understand how she really felt about this woman, which was all very new to her. And to be completely honest, a part of her was already extremely jealous of Nicole and did not like the idea of having to share her new friend with her old ones. She had to think fast. What could have been a good excuse to have the girls leave her room? Maybe that she felt sick and… no that wasn’t going to work. When a princess is sick her handmaids are expected to tend to her not leave her. Okay, c’mon Waves, think of something else! She looked down at the note in her hand, and suddenly she got an idea.

“You know what, I think I’m going to write Wynonna a letter. Tell her everything about the tournament and the handsome lords I got to meet these past few days...” Waverly told her friends. Chrissy and Stephanie knew that meant she wanted to be alone.

“Oh okay…” Stephanie said sounding disappointed once again.

“Yeah, it’s pretty late actually. We’d better go to bed.” Chrissy added. “See you tomorrow at seven?”

Waverly nodded in agreement and smiled sweetly at them.

“Goodnight, Waves.” They both said as they gave her a quick hug.

“Night, girls.”

Luckily, Stephanie and Chrissy had already helped her out of her silver dress and into a night gown, which she could easily take off on her own. She just needed to find a comfy dress to wear and then she was ready to go see Nicole.

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Apparently finding the right dress to wear was easier said than done. Waverly had spent a good half an hour staring at the dresses in her closet without being able to choose which one was suited for the occasion. She didn’t want it to be too fancy, but she also wanted to look good, not casual. It’s crazy how you can have a closet full of clothes and still feel like you have got nothing to wear for a special occasion. At last, she settled for a lilac dress, consisting of a short-sleeved lace top and a long skirt, whose color perfectly matched the flowers still pinned to her hair. She didn’t put any make up on, and opted for a comfy pair of sandals which were better than heels for walking on the grass.

When she was ready, she slipped out of her room, and got out of the castle using secret passages only she and Wynonna, and the servants, knew. When she was positive no one had seen her, she started walking towards the stables as quietly as possible. As written in the note, Waverly found Nicole sitting on a bench under the large oak tree by the stables. A big lantern was hanging from a low branch right over her head to lighten the pages of the book she was reading. The title said something about a knight, but Waverly couldn’t make it all out. Whatever it was, it must have been really interesting because Nicole was completely immersed into it and didn’t even notice her arrival. Clearing her throat, Waverly was finally able to catch the woman’s attention. Closing her book, Nicole looked up at her and greeted her with a sweet smile. Waverly returned the smile nervously, but said nothing. She didn’t really know what to do. Would it be okay if she just sat on the bench next to her? Nicole must have noticed her hesitation, because she quickly scooted over to leave more room on the bench for Waverly to sit.

“Thanks.” Waverly said in a shy tone as she sat down. “I didn’t know stable girls had night shifts.” She added after a moment.

“We do when the stables are filled with royal horses.” Nicole tried to explain, even though it was clearly just a lie. Everyone knew there was a camp by the village where all the horses and the servants of the king guests were to stay. But luckily Waverly made no remark about it, to which Nicole was extremely grateful. To be honest, she had spent all afternoon thinking about the princess trying to come up with an excuse to meet her again. Truth be told, she had seen Waverly around the castle before, and she definitely found her really attractive, but her interest in the princess grew even bigger after she finally got that chance to talk to her. What Waverly had said about feeling trapped in a life that was not hers to choose, she could really relate to that.

“May I see?” Waverly asked pointing to the book in Nicole’s hands. She didn’t really know how to start a conversation, so maybe talking about the book could help.

“Oh. It’s…”

“The Knight of Hearts.” Waverly read out loud when Nicole showed her the cover. “Oh, I’ve never heard of it. Is it good?”

“It’s actually my favorite book. I’ve read it like a million times.” Nicole said sounding a bit embarrassed.

“Well then, I’m gonna have to borrow it sometimes.”

Waverly’s words made Nicole regain all her confidence. “Ask and it shall be yours.” She stated in very which made Waverly chuckle in amusement.

The two of them looked at each other in silence for a moment. Nicole couldn’t help but stare at Waverly, who looked even more beautiful when she smiled. Her adoring gaze surely did not go unnoticed because Waverly started blushing and quickly averted her eyes from her.

“So how did the tournament go?” Nicole asked trying to end the awkwardness of the moment.

“It was…” Waverly trailed off as she searched for the right words to describe how she felt about it. Truth was, the tournament itself wasn’t so bad, and everyone seemed to be having a really great time, it just was…

“Not your thing?” Nicole concluded for her.

Wait what?! How… that’s exactly what she was going to say, how did she do that?

“Is it that obvious?” Waverly asked trying to hide her surprise.

“Well, from the way you were talking about it earlier, it definitely didn’t sound like your kinda afternoon.”

“Yeah well… I’m not even sure I know what my kinda afternoon looks like anymore...”

“Mmm…” Nicole hummed in thought. “Well… my kind of afternoon includes a trip to the lake, with a nice book to read seated under a tree… and maybe some animals to play around with. And a bucket of snacks, obviously. I could never go anywhere without snacks. Eating is kind of my passion.” Nicole concluded with a shrug.

Waverly chuckled lightly at that. It actually sounded like a great way to spend the afternoon. A little bit lonely though… She thought when she realized Nicole didn’t mention the presence of someone else with her. “Sounds like someone doesn’t like sharing her snacks with anybody.” She joked.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind sharing them with a pretty lady for sure.” Nicole said with a smirk, causing Waverly to blush again.

But this time she did not look away. Instead, she chose to play along. “Maybe we could do it sometimes. I haven’t been to the lake in forever.”

That made Nicole smile brightly. Was the princess really offering to spend an afternoon together, just the two of them? She couldn’t believe this was really happening. But before she could get too excited about it, she remembered Waverly would be married to a charming prince or lord real soon, and there was no way she could compete with that. All she had to offer was a bucket of snacks, and a book to read.

“I’m sure your prince will bring you to the lake any time you want once you’re married.”

“I’d rather go alone…”

“I’m sorry…” Nicole immediately regretted having said that when she heard the sad tone in Waverly’s voice. “I shouldn’t have brought that up, we were having a nice conversation, and…”

“It’s okay. Don’t even worry about it. Sooner or later, I’ll have to make peace with it.” Waverly sighed heavily.

Nicole couldn’t stand seeing her like that. She needed to do something to cheer her up. “But in the meantime… How would you like a midnight snack?” Nicole offered. And when Waverly looked at her confused, she continued to explain. “I know the perfect spot for a picnic under the stars. C’mon.”

Without giving Waverly time to answer or realize what was happening, Nicole grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. Then she started walking past the stables towards sir Nedley’s house. It was actually just a cottage built nearby, where the guardian of the stables lived. The old man had worked for the royal family ever since he was a teenager. At the beginning he was just a stable boy like the others, but with time he had gained the respect and trust of the king, Waverly’s father, who put him in charge of the stables as head and guardian.

“Wait. Are you sure we can get inside?” Waverly asked in a worried tone when Nicole moved to push the front door open.

“Of course we can. It’s my house too. Just… keep it quiet, we don’t wanna wake Nedley.”

“Hold on a sec, you live with sir Nedley?”

“Where else would I live?” Nicole sounded confused. What was so weird about her living here? She honestly couldn’t understand why the information surprised Waverly that much.

“I just thought you lived in Purgatory like all the other boys…”

Oh right. Nicole finally understood. “My family’s not from here. I had nowhere else to go. Since Chrissy has officially moved into the castle, he gave me her room.”

“Nicole, is that you?” A voice came from inside the cottage.

Shit! Nedley! What the hell was he doing awake so late? Nicole quickly motioned for Waverly to go hide around the corner before responding.

“Yeah, it’s me!” She said as she opened the front door. “I’m just here to get some sna-”

“Nicole, it’s almost midnight what the hell were you doing still out there?” Sir Nedley interjected in a very fatherlike tone.

“I’m… I…” Come on, Nicole, think! Just find a quick excuse. “Shine wasn’t feeling well so I thought I’d spend the night by his stall. Just to make sure it’s nothing serious. But don’t worry, I got it covered. You go back to sleep, and I will take care of the horse.” She reassured quickly as a worried wrinkle formed on the man’s forehead.

Sir Nedley didn’t seem very convinced, but he chose to believe her anyways. Stepping to the side, he let Nicole get in and grab the snacks she came looking for. She was back only a couple minutes later with a huge wooden bucket.

From her hiding spot, Waverly could see sir Nedley handing her a blanket as well. “Here, take this. It’s getting cold out there. We already have a sick horse, I don’t want a sick help as well.” He tried to make it sound like a professional worry, but it was clear he really cared.

“Thanks.”

“Just… call me if you need any help, okay?”

Nicole nodded and smiled gratefully at him. “Goodnight.”

“Night…” And with that the old man stepped back inside and closed the door.

With a sigh of relief, Nicole motioned for Waverly to come out of her hiding spot.

“Well, that was close…” Waverly said as she reached the redhead. “We gotta be careful. If someone sees me and tells my father…”

“Because I’m the stable girl.”

“No!” Waverly almost shouted, but then remembered Nedley could hear her. “Look, everything good that I’ve had in my life, my father’s ruined it. I just don’t wanna lose you.” She explained and her words made Nicole smile her brightest smile.

“Well, the place I told you about, it’s a secret spot. No one will find us there.” Nicole reassured her. “C’mon.” She said handing Waverly the blanket and taking her hand.

They walked hand in hand for a good twenty minutes, and for the first time, the silence did not feel awkward at all. Waverly let Nicole lead her across the garden and it felt like she was a little girl all over again, discovering new places and admiring nature’s beauty. There was something about the tall trees of the woods surrounding the garden that always terrified her. Especially in the night, when the trees cast long shadows on the grass as the moon shone bright upon them. The silence was just as terrifying as the dark because it left room for her thoughts to resonate, and sometimes they just got too loud. But not that night. Nicole’s warm hand firmly leading her through the woods made her feel safe and the redhead was the only thing on her mind.

When a sudden noise came from above them, Waverly jumped a little, but Nicole immediately reassured her with a light squeeze of her hand. “It’s probably just a squirrel.”

Waverly smiled at her, but it was quick and she didn’t look very convinced.

“C’mon. We’re almost there.” Nicole tried again, tugging at her arm lightly.

This time Waverly nodded and followed her. All of a sudden, the two of them found themselves in a beautiful opening amongst the trees. It was like a secret garden right in the middle of the woods. Nicole was right, the trees surrounding them created a sort of wall that made it impossible for people to see them there. It was the perfect hidden spot. And it was breathtaking.

“Wow…” Waverly looked around in awe.

“And you haven’t seen the best part yet. Look up.”

Waverly did as she said and found herself facing the most beautiful starry sky she had ever seen. The Milky Way ran right above their heads in thousands shades of yellow and white.

“It’s pretty magical, isn’t it?”

“It’s… wow.” That was all she managed to say. She was completely speechless in front of such beauty.

“It will look even better if you lay down.” Nicole said putting down the basket and taking the blanket from Waverly to set it onto the grass.

“M’lady.” Nicole bowed jokingly at her as invitation to sit down.

Waverly chuckled at lightly at that. “Why, thank you.” She played along as she let Nicole help her down onto the blanket.

“You like apple pie, right?” Nicole asked as she opened the basket and took out a plate with a huge slice of pie.

“Love it.”

Nicole smiled and handed her that plate and a small fork.

“Wait, what about you?”

“Oh, there was only one slice left. It’s okay, you have it. I’ll have a glass of juice.”

“What? No, no way! We can share it.”

“You sure?” Nicole sounded a bit surprised. She genuinely did not think the princess would ever be up for sharing food with a stable girl.

“Of course! It’s your midnight snack after all, right?”

Nicole smiled at her and took out another fork from the basket as well as two glasses and a bottle of orange juice.

“Mmm. It’s delicious.” Waverly stated as she tasted the pie.

“Nedley made it this morning.” she said as she filled the glasses. “But don’t tell anyone he’s a good cook. It’s kind of his secret passion.”

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When they were done with the pie and the juice, they lay down side by side to star gaze. The air was cool, but the woolen blanket underneath them was enough to stay warm. As they looked up at the sky, they started talking about anything and everything. And so, Waverly learned that Nicole was 26, only a year younger than Wynonna, and she came from a small village in the south. She had left home at 18 and hadn’t spoken to her parents since. Apparently, her family did not take her wish to become a knight of the king’s guard very well.

“The king’s army is no place for a peasant. And even less so for a girl.” Her father had told her the day she left.

It hadn’t taken long for Nicole to find out that her father was probably right, and becoming a knight was easier said than done. But she was too proud and stubborn to go back. So for the first 5 years, she had kept on the move, heading north to pursue her dream. Working as a waitress in several taverns, she had managed to gain enough money to buy herself a wooden sword first, and then a real one. She didn’t really know how to use it properly, but owning one seemed like a great first step in the right direction. In Kork, a small city halfway up on the road to Purgatory, she had made friends with a bunch of boys, rookies in their lord’s army. She and the boys had come to an agreement: in exchange of a free drink every night, they would let Nicole come and spar with them in her free time. And so, soon enough, she had become a better swordsman than most. She had been in Kork for almost 6 months when the War of the Free Cities broke out. Seven armies battled each other for over a year, destroying every city, town and village that was on their way. Nicole’s friends and the lord’s army tried their best to defend Kork and its people, but they fell under the attack of the Storm, an army of ruthless mercenaries under the command of lord Clootie. As their name gave out, everything was torn apart on their passage.

“They slaughtered everyone…” Nicole sat up as a lump formed in her throat. “Men, women… even the children.” She continued, fighting back the tears.

“My God…” Waverly looked at her in shock as she sat up as well.

“I somehow got myself onto a horse and fled. I roamed around the woods for days, heading north and hoping the trees would hide me from those monsters.”

“Oh Nicole…” Waverly grabbed her hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.

“I don’t exactly know how I got to the next town. One night I was sleeping under a tree, and the next day I woke up into a warm stall next to my horse. Somebody must’ve saved me and brought me there, but the guardian of the stables swore he had seen nothing.”

For the past couple of years, she had worked as a stable girl for the Cullies, a rich family who ruled over the town of Tombstone. As creepy as its name was, the town was actually a very peaceful place to live. The whole town was surrounded by tall wall, and built on the top of a hill. Isolated as it was, it had never feared an attack from any near cities. And its lords had always been fair and peaceful rulers who had never engaged into a war. Nicole was happily welcomed into their home and was always treated with great respect by everybody. Peasant or noble, it didn’t matter at Tombstone, everyone was free. So servants weren’t really servants. Most of the time they were just orphans or poor people working for the Cullies in exchange of a place to stay. They were like a big family, and Nicole loved it there. Gregory, the guardian, was like a grandfather to all the stable boys and stable girls. Ha taught them how to take care of the horse and each other, and gave them life advice all the time. In his seventy-six years on this earth, he had seen all and done all, and everyone, from the lords to the servants, loved to hear his infinite stories. Unfortunately, last winter he got really sick. He still made it through, stubborn as always, but by the time the hot season came, his body was just too weak to recover. The old man passed on a warm summer night, but before he died, he gave each of his kids a letter and a gift. No one had secrets with him, which meant he knew exactly what each one of them really needed. And so, Nicole was given a young chestnut mare, strong and full of energy.

You got the sword, kiddo, but you can’t be a knight without a horse. Take good care of my Flicka, she’s yours now. And there’s one more thing: I got a nephew in Purgatory, his name is Randy. He’s waiting for you at the king’s castle. This is your chance to get where you wanted, kid, don’t let it go to waste. You’re an extraordinary woman, Nicole, and I know it in my heart that you’ll make a great knight. You just gotta believe it too. Remember: no dream is too big. May your name sound high in the infinity of the sky. Until we meet again.

That was the letter he had left her. Flicka was a young chestnut mare, beautiful and strong and full of energy. She was exactly the kind of horse a knight would want to ride onto. And so, about a month ago Nicole had arrived in Purgatory, where sir Nedley had welcomed her with open arms. Life at the king’s castle was very different from the one she had gotten used to in Tombstone. It didn’t take long for her to realize that the Earps were nothing like the Cullies, and that sir Nedley was going to be the only friend she had. At least until that day.

“I’m really glad I met you.” Nicole told Waverly when she was done with her story. She almost regretted saying that, but Waverly quickly gave her a reassuring smile and squeezed her hand lightly.

“And I’m really glad you found me.”

They remained like that, smiling and staring at each other for a moment, but when Nicole tried to lean in, Waverly turned and looked away. She wanted to kiss her, really, but she wasn’t ready. Not yet. They had just met; this was crazy. How could she have been so drawn to her already?

“Sorry…” Nicole apologized and cursed herself for pushing it too far too quick.

“We should probably head back now. The tournament starts at 9 tomorrow, I’d better try and get some sleep.” Waverly said trying to get out of this situation.

“Right, yeah, of course. I… I’d better get back to stables. Just in case Nedley comes to check on me.”

With that they both got up and started gathering everything up. Once they were packed and ready, Nicole walked Waverly back to the castle.

“So, hum…” Waverly stopped and turned to look at Nicole once they got in front of the side door she had used to sneak out.

“I’ll… I’ll see you tomorrow?” Nicole asked hesitantly. She was really hoping she hadn’t fuck everything up.

“Yeah.” Waverly nodded with a small smile, which was immediately returned by Nicole.

Waverly couldn’t help but notice a little worry wrinkle on Nicole’s forehead. She had to let her know it was okay. That what happened tonight didn’t ruin anything. After a moment of hesitation, she leaned forward and gave Nicole a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Goodnight.” She said sweetly when she leaned back.

“Night.” Nicole said beaming and blushing a little.

And with Waverly walked into the castle while Nicole turned to head back to the stables.

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Chapter 1 - Waverly’s birthday

#Wynonna Earp #Bring Wynonna Home #waverly earp #nicole haught #wayhaught #wayhaught au #fanfiction #fanfic

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waitimcomingtoo · 5 years ago

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Not What It Looks Like

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Tom finds you and Harry in a stick situation

Warnings: mentions of puking, alcohol, suggestive content, all around a strange setup that I thought of in the shower

Masterlist

Everyone in this story is 21+

You had the typical “will they/won’t they” relationship with Tom. Nothing was official, but everyone knew how you two felt for each other. You thought he hung the stars, and he thought you drove the golden chariot across the sky every morning to make the sun rise.

Despite your obvious feelings for each other, you never told the other. You settled for a close friendship with a few questionably romantic moments. Even better, your relationship with Tom turned out to be a package deal. You were an unofficial member of the Holland family.

You were at a party with some of Tom’s old friends from school. He brought you along to keep him company and conveniently let people assume you were his girlfriend. He had he arm slung around you as you sat and talked with his friends. Neither of you were paying much attention to them and soon fell into your own conversation. You talked about whatever came to mind as Tom rubbed lazy circles on your knee, a content smile on his face. He could listen to you talk about anything for hours.

The party moved to the kitchen after a few hours. You were the designated driver so Tom, Harry, and Sam decided a drinking contest was the way to go. Everyone was having a good time until you noticed a strange look on Harry’s face. He ran out of the room and you went after him, finding him alone in the hallway.

“Harry? You okay?” You asked. Harry stumbled for a moment and then stopped. He turned to you, looked like he was about to say something, and then puked on you. You just stood there while he started profusely apologizing, tears welling up in his eyes. It reminded you of being a kid and crying after throwing up, so you felt sympathetic instead of angry.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. My insides are on your outsides.” Harry apologized as he looked at the mess he made in horror.

“It’s okay, Harry. Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.” You guided Harry to a bathroom and locked the door behind you. He emptied the rest of his stomach into the toilet while you peeled your shirt off. You were close enough with him to not care about being seen in just a bra, and he wasn’t looking anyhow. You washed your shirt off in the sink, but you couldn’t get out the smell.

“There is no way I can wear this shirt anymore.” You grimaced as you tossed it into the tub.

“Here. Take my hoodie. Nothing got on it.” Harry said as he took his sweatshirt off. You took it and slipped it on over your head, giving him a grateful nod. You began to look for medicine in the cabinets until you found some Tylenol. Harry was done puking by then and sat back against the bathroom wall, looking exhausted. You slid down next to him and looked at him.

“What happened? Did you get sick?” You asked as Harry rubbed his eyes.

“No. Drank too much. Tom and I were having a contest to see who could hold the most alcohol. Apparently, he can hold more.” Harry groaned and scratched his head. “I think I lost ten pounds just now.”

“Here. Take this.” You handed him the Tylenol and he gave you a grateful smile. “And these.” You gave him two pieces of gum.

“Thank you.” He said before popping the pills into his mouth, the gum shortly after. He looked down at his lap and let out a groan.

“It’s on my trousers.” He whined. You laughed a little at how juvenile he was acting.

“Give them to me. I’ll wash it off.” You stood up and held out a hand to help him up. Harry took it and stood up slowly.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Harry wondered as he slid off his pants. You took them gingerly between two fingers and began to wash them off in the sink.

“Are you drunk enough that you won’t remember this conversation?” You asked him without looking up from the sink.

“I can’t even remember my name.” Harry sighed and you chuckled.

“It’s Harry. And I’m being nice to you because I’m in love with your brother.” You admitted for the first time out loud. “I want him. All of him. And that includes his puke-happy brothers.”

“He likes you too, you know.” Harry said with a gentle smirk that you caught in the mirror.

“You’re drunk. Get on the counter.” You instructed. You didn’t take what he said seriously when he was intoxicated. Harry did as he was told and sat on the counter. He watched as you ran a washcloth under cold water and folded it into a rectangle.

“I’m not as think as you drunk.” Harry slurred. “I know he likes you. He’d marry you tomorrow if he could.”

“Tomorrow? Why not today?” You asked for your own amusement as you pressed the cold washcloth to his forehead.

“Saturdays are for boys.” He shrugged.

You were about to say something when you heard a knock at the door.

“Y/n? It’s Tom.” Tom called through the door.

“Shoot.” You bit your lip. You didn’t want Tom to see you covered in his brothers puke, but you knew not opening the door would be suspicious. You went to open the door but Harry grabbed your wrist and pulled your back.

“Please, don’t tell him I threw up. He can’t know I lost the drinking contest. He’s gonna tell everyone I’m a lightweight and they’re all gonna make fun of me.” Harry begged. “And if he finds out I puked all over the girl he likes, he’ll kill me.”

“What am I supposed to tell him?” You whispered back.

“Anything else.” Harry pleaded. “Tom has beat me at everything since we were kids. He can’t know he beat me at this too. Please. Don’t tell him.”

“I won’t.” You reluctantly agreed.

“Promise?” He asked.

“I promise.” You nodded. You went to the door and opened it slightly, just enough so he could see you and not Harry. You painted on a fake smile as he looked at you with suspicion.

“Hey, Tom. Are you enjoying the party?” You asked causally.

“I was until someone told me you and my brother were in the bathroom together. What’s going on in here?” Tom chuckled awkwardly and looked past you. He saw a flustered Harry sitting on the counter without any pants. He saw your shirt laying in the bathtub. He saw you wearing his brothers sweatshirt.

He saw exactly what he hoped he wouldn’t see.

Toms face fell and you felt guilt build in your tummy. You knew how bad it looked, even if nothing bad had happened. Even worse, you knew how much it hurt him. Tom looked back at you with a mixture of disappointment and confusion in his eyes.

“What are you guys doing?” He asked again and you felt at a loss for words. You promised Harry you wouldn’t tell Tom the truth, but lying could only make the bad situation worse.

“Tom...” You tried to explain.

“Is that Harry’s jumper?” Tom looked at what you were wearing with jealous eyes. The confusion in his voice melted into pain.

“Uh, yeah.” You said as you looked down at it. It was one of Harry’s favorites, the one he didn’t allow his brothers to share. And there you were, wearing it like it was your own. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Whats going on between you two?” Tom asked. You could see the hope in his eyes that you’d have a perfectly reasonable explanation for everything he was seeing. You had the same hope in your own eyes, praying he would understand one day why you had to do what you were about to do.

“We were…” You looked back at Harry and his eyes pleaded with you not to tell his secret. There weren’t many options. You sighed, knowing what you were about to ruin your friendship with Tom. “We were just having some fun.” You said sheepishly with a little shrug. Toms jaw clenched and he looked past you again to look at Harry.

“Is that true, Harry?” He asked gravely.

“I’m sorry, Tom. It got all over her face and shirt. I’m so sorry.” Drunk Harry began to cry. He didn’t know you had lied to keep his secret and unknowingly made the situation even worse. He was referring to the puke that had gotten all over you, but Tom didn’t know that.

“Tom-“ You tried.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. You can do whatever you want. It’s not like I’m your boyfriend or anything.” Tom stated, coldly. It was the first time he addressed the potential romance between the two of you, and it was in the worst way imaginable.

“Can we talk somewhere else maybe? Somewhere private?” You pleaded with him. Tom looked like he wanted too but wouldn’t allowed himself too.

“I actually think I’m gonna head out.” Tom decided. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He walked away from the bathroom and you ran after him. Harry hopped off the counter, pulled up his pants, and followed you.

“Tom, wait!” You followed him to the door but he slammed it behind him. Sam heard the noise and came to where you were with a water bottle in his hand. He saw Harry with he pants half up and you with a blotchy face and almost dropped his water bottle.

“Woah. What happened to you two?” Sam asked when he caught a whiff of Harry. “And what died?”

“I puked on Y/n and she cleaned me up. Toms mad for some reason.” Harry whined. “Now give me that water bottle before I kill you, bitch.”

“Okay.” Sam looked at Harry strangely as he passed him the water bottle. Harry immediately started chugging the water. “You cleaned him up after he puked on you? Are you Mother Theresa or something?”

“It’s because she’s in love with Tom.” Harry said in between chugging water bottles.

“Harry!“ you snapped. You tried to take his water bottle away but he hissed at you and grabbed another.

“You’re in love with Tom?” Sam asked with an amused grin.

“Yeah. I am.” You said like it was no big deal. It didn’t matter anyway. You’d just ruined any chance of your friendship turning into something more.

“He really cares about you, Y/n. You have to tell him.” Sam told you softly.

“I don’t think he wants to talk to me.” You said, remembering the look on his face when he saw you and Harry. “I might’ve ruined our relationship before it even started.”

“I don’t know what happened, but I know he’s never felt this way for anyone but you.” Sam said honestly. “Whatever you did, he’ll forgive you.”

“What if he doesn’t?” You feared. “What if I really messed up this time?”

“I know him. He can’t stay away from you.” Sam promised. “He’ll come around. Just give him time.”

In the week that followed, you received nothing but radio silence from Tom. He managed to dodge all your calls and left your texts unanswered. When you showed up at his house to see if he was even alive, he conveniently wasn’t there. You knew you’d messed up, you just didn’t know how badly. Tom was sending the message that he wanted nothing to do with you. You couldn’t entirely blame him. He probably thought you’d been playing him to get closer to Harry the whole time you’d been friends, which wasn’t the case. You couldn’t stand the thought of Tom thinking you wanted to be with anyone but him.

One full week after the party, you heard a knock at your door. Some people could recognize which family member was coming down the stairs by the sounds of their footprints. You could do the same with Tom’s knocking. You opened your door and found a very tired looking Tom. You could tell he wasn’t sleeping and it looked like he had been crying. His shirt looked like he’d been wearing it for the past few days, and you were willing to bet that he was.

“Hey.” He said. His voice came out like he hadn’t used it in a while. You leaned against your door frame and gave him a small smile.

“Hey.” You answered.

“So, I’ve been raking my brain for the past week, and I’ve come up empty.” Tom sighed in defeat. “I truly cannot wrap my brain around what happened at the party. You can tell me if I’m crazy and made it all up, but there was something between us, wasn’t there? I was sure if it. We had something going on. I’m not crazy, right?”

“You’re not crazy.” You confirmed. Tom looked a little relieved.

“Right. So if that’s the case…” Tom looked at you with tired red eyes on the verge of tears, “why him? For the life of me, I can’t understand why you picked him. My brother of all people. I know we weren’t officially dating or anything, but I thought we were getting there. Or at least at a place where you wouldn’t hook up with my brother.” Tom stopped himself before he got too emotional. “I know I don’t own you. I know you’re allowed to do whatever you want. And I know you don’t owe me any sort of explanation. But I cannot find the words to explain how much it’s killing me that you chose my brother over me. I can’t tell you how much I wish you’d chosen me. I can’t-“

“Harry puked on me.” You blurted, cutting Tom off.

“What?” Tom faltered, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry.” You put your hands over your mouth. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you.”

“I repeat, what?” Tom asked, even more confused than when he arrived.

“I promised Harry I wouldn’t tell.” You said. Tom flinched at the mention of his brothers name. You suddenly wondered if Harry had been getting the same silence from Tom that you had gotten.

“Please? I’m dying here. I need answers, any answers you can give me. I feel like I’m losing my religion.” Tom asked desperately. You nodded upon seeing how broken he was over it.

“Fine.” You swallowed. “Harry drank too much and he ended up getting sick. He threw up on me.” You explained. “It got on my shirt so he gave me his hoodie. That’s why I had it on. And it got on his pants so he took them off to wash them. I cleaned him up because I know he’d do it for me. You know he’s like a brother to me. I’d never do anything romantic with him, I swear. It was just a lie because he didn’t want you to know he lost the drinking contest. He didn’t want your friends to think he was lame. He made me promise not to tell you.”

Tom looked at you, bewildered at finally getting an explanation, and then shook his head.

“That doesn’t make any sense. Why would you tell me you guys hooked up instead of just telling me he puked? I wouldn’t have cared. Why did you cover for him?” Tom asked in exasperation.

You opened your mouth to speak, but had no answer to give Tom. You couldn’t give him the same reason you’d given to Harry. It wasn’t the right time.

“He asked me too.” You said lamely, knowing Tom deserved a better explanation. “He asked me not to tell you the truth so I said the first thing that came to my head.”

“You know what people were saying about you at the party though, right? Saying you played me and all that. Calling you names.” Tom reminded you. The party had gotten a kick out of what happened, or didn’t happen.

“Yeah, I know.” You said quietly.

“And you know that Harry has gotten major street credit for this, right? People are praising him for what they think happened.” Tom continued.

“I know that too.” You responded meekly.

“So why wouldn’t you tell the truth if your reputation was being damaged for something you didn’t do? Why let people call you a slut and Harry a God?” Tom laughed at the craziness of the situation.

“Because I made a promise to your brother.” You repeated.

“And? A drunken promise in a bathroom doesn’t mean anything.” Tom said.

“He just wants your friends to like him, Tom.” You sighed.

“Those people at the party stopped being my friend the moment they labeled you a slut when in reality, all you were doing was taking care of a friend. I don’t care how I felt in that moment. It’s never okay to call a girl that, especially when the boy is being praised for it.” Tom said bitterly. You smiled a little at his response, then frowned.

“What about me? Am I still your friend?” You asked him. Tom looked at his hands and shifted his weight on his feet.

“Honestly Y/n, you broke my heart when I thought you’d picked my brother over me.” He shrugged tearfully. “Seeing him with you in that bathroom while you were wearing his clothes made me sick to my stomach. It just crushed me to see you with him after how close we’d gotten.” He admitted with a cracked voice. “And then I go back to the party and everyone was whispering about it, and I just couldn’t take it. I hated you for a moment. Or at least, I thought I did. But after a week of not talking to you, I know could never hate you. I just hated the way you made me feel.”

“I’m sorry, Tom. I never wanted this to happen.” You told him, your eyes full of regret.

“No. You have nothing to apologize for.” Tom shook his head and gave you a tight lipped smile. “You took care of my brother and protected him, even when it was damaging to you. I can’t thank you enough.” Tom said sincerely. “And I should be apologizing to you. I had no right to shut you out. I should’ve talked to you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You told him. “I’m just glad you’re talking to me again. This week has been torture without you.”

Tom looked guilty for a moment. He opened his mouth to tell you something but decided against it.

“What is it?” You asked.

“There something else. Something I overheard.” He brought up.

“What did you hear?” You wondered.

“I heard Harry telling Sam that he asked you why you were taking care of him.” Tom began, looking nervous all of the sudden. “He said you told him it was because you loved me.”

“Did he say that? How quirky of him.” You said through a clenched smile. Your stomach dropped when Tom revealed what he knew. He searched your face for a reaction before going on.

“I didn’t believe him, obviously.” He said. “But then Sam said you told him the same thing.”

“Riveting.” You choked out. You were feeling hot and overwhelmed suddenly. Everything was happening before you were ready.

“That’s why I came here. I nearly ran through all the red lights to get to you.” Tom said, a flustered blush painting his cheeks. “You told Harry you loved me. You told Sam you loved me. You’ve told everyone but me.” Tom laughed gently. “So, what I’m asking is, is it true? Were you telling them the truth?”

There was no point in lying anymore. He already knew your truth. You just needed to learn his.

“I was. I do love you.” You admitted and Toms face brightened. “Obviously.” You added. The tips of his ears turned pink and a shy smile appeared on his lips.

“I haven’t told you my full truth.” He said, gesturing to himself.

“Oh?” You asked, feeling your spine tingling with anticipation.

“I didn’t just come here to talk to you.” Tom let out a shaky breath. “I came for this.”

He took a step into your apartment, cupped your face in his hands, and kissed you before you had a chance to react.

“I love you too.” He mumbled against your mouth. “Obviously.”

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kaemulti · 4 years ago

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DC SUPERHERO GIRLS HEADCANNONS

i’m gonna start writing headcannons whenever i get sad/anxious for a number of different fandoms. it takes my mind off things, even if only for a little bit. this time it’s gonna be about dcshg 2019. i’m honestly obsessed with thinking about the mundane teenager things we don’t see in the show that all the superhero/villian kids go through so i wanted to write some stuff about that.

•karen is actually more popular than she realizes, people think she’s sweet even though they rarely see her/don’t have classes with her

•leslie and dorris are a thing to everyone BUT themselves; they hilariously don’t even realize they’ve basically been dating for years: carpooling together, hanging out before and after school, bullying kids like a tag team, skipping classes together, movie nights, shorting out the exercise machines at the mall to make that misogynistic jerk at the fitness store scared, buying their favorite snacks for each other without thinking much of it, etc.

•barbi not only hates diana with a burning passion but ALSO tatsu because both girls excel in both their academic and physical education classes, unintentionally surpassing barbie by a long shot whenever the opportunity presents itself

•jessica and hal hang out at sweet justice after their week day training classes and even invite barry when he has the day off

•kara is completely oblivious to the fact there are a bunch of girls crushing on her at school, she keeps wondering why they whisper about her and never make direct eye contact with her as she walks through the hallways. she only finds out what is actually going on when she opens her locker on valentine’s day and gets COVERED in cards. she doesn’t tell most of her friends about it (she knows they’ll just be annoying) but she does vaguely ask jess about how to write people back, turning them down nicely and whatnot, she’s not a monster for gods sake, she’s just not ready for a relationship.

•babs and diana like to study together the most even though barbra never really pays attention, she mostly talks about different batman articles and comics she read and new gadgets she’s created but diana doesn’t mind TOO much because she has an growing interest in modern day ‘world of man’ technology

•diana can NOT sing to save her life. the girls thought that having a karaoke night would be fun sure, but nothing would’ve prepared them for the laughing fits they had when diana started screeching into the mic. They also find out that Babs is always off pitch and Jessica refuses to sing in front of people. alternatively, however, zee, kara and karen (in that order) are the best singers in the group.

•zee keeps inviting kara to these crazy expensive-super long wait list restaurants even though she knows kara probably won’t eat any of the food. she doesn’t really know why she keeps doing it, especially after the whole giant tentacle incident, but she does know she enjoys kara’s funny comments and cute laugh enough to continue.

•when selina first saw diana she might of had a tiny sexuality crisis, no she won’t elaborate.

•tatsu helps garth work on his confidence and he helps her with her HUGE slight fear of open water. even though they don’t know the other is super, they still help each other as much as they can. tatsu will train garth to do some basic defense techniques against bullies and they’ll go swimming every other week, garth always making sure to keep as much water as he can away from tatsu’s eyes and nose.

•kara and barry like to race each other whenever they get a chance to go to the pier. kara always cheats so she never loses but barry doesn’t mind because he’s her friend and it makes them laugh.

•steve is actually really good at embroidery, his mom taught him when he was younger. he once made a wonder woman shirt for diana and when he gave it to her, she fainted.....twice.

•pam is allergic to three different types of flowers but she still nurtures them in her garden at home whenever she can. if her allergies get really bad though, she’ll ask jess to help her water them, ONLY because she needs to keep her precious flowers alive, NOT because she is actually jess’ friend...she thinks.

•the first time carol met barbie they both got into detention for loudly insulting each other’s fashion sense in the middle of math class. (they still haven’t apologized to each other so they keep acting like it didn’t happen because they both think they’re right)

•the first time harleen called pam “green bean”, pam blushed and giggled...like FULL blown diana talking to steve giggle. and then she pushed harleen off a bridge with a vine on accident. harleen thought it was the funniest thing ever and pam could only awkwardly apologize for almost killing her teammate

•oliver and zee tried to co-write a christmas play but they were so busy fighting each other on who had a better ending they didn’t actually order any props or costumes for it. leaving the main actress to perform in a pirate outfit.

•kara still hangs out with bizarro super girl every now and again and they take turns ranting about their idiot cousins, it’s all light hearted because kara still has some emotional stuff to work through.

•diana unintentionally starts a “who will come out next” contest when she asks the girls about same sex attraction. she had seen leslie and dorris making out in one of the locker rooms (yes they FINALLY got together together) and asked her friends what it meant. after a lot of confusion as kara stumbled over her explanation of the lgbtq+ community, she ends up coming out as a lesbian first, followed by babs, who is bisexual, karen, who is questioning but absolutely had a crush on kara before their food fight detention day, and zee who is trans. they end up going to metropolis pride two months after that.

•diana is still convinced there is an oracle at the pier so every other sunday the girls go so she can spend all of her money on “knowing the future”

•babs never really gets angry on the daily and the rest of the girls learn why when some jerk at sweet justice insults jess’ looks because she wouldn’t go out with him. barbra turned bright red as she let him have it, words coming out of her mouth faster than barry can make their ice cream (they didn’t think she had it in her). and if he he ended up glued to his bed the next day, well, jess will let batgirl get away with that one JUST this once. barbra will NEVER not stick up for her friends.

•kara and babs often have multiple sleepovers a week, harleen even joins them sometimes when kara doesn’t mind her LOUD presence.

•the girls never get mad at one another when someone breaks down or blows up after holding certain feelings in for too long. whether it’s kara ghosting them for days leading up to her mom’s birthday, diana overworking herself to the point of exhaustion when she gets homesick, karen refusing to go out to anywhere except for school and tough missions for weeks at a time because she thinks she doesn’t matter, zee reading too many spells at once and giving herself an awful migraine after messing up an easy one, jessica isolating herself at lunch so she can sit in the library alone and cry to herself quietly after a hard day of training, or babs not being her normal happy self after having a heated argument with harleen, there will ALWAYS be a shoulder to cry on when someone needs it. If that comes in the form a knock on kara’s door as her friends invite themselves in with her favorite foods and a mega ‘feel better soon’ music playlist in tow, an impromptu destress retreat that they force diana to go on where she is only allowed to use a weapon if there is a direct threat, making a giant list of all the things they love about karen and reading it to her from outside her window, someone closing zee’s spell book and holding her tightly as her eyes turn back to normal from flaring pink with anger, all the girls quietly sitting with jessica one by one in the library and gently holding her hand as she lets out what she can, or buying limited edition comics and leaving them as presents for babs in her section of the hideout, there is ALWAYS someone there to make it hurt a little less.

the end :))

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yuusa · 4 years ago

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𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝟏𝟐

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐𝟑𝟏𝟑

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟏𝟐:

You cracked the door open slightly, your eyes meeting with Yuki’s before unlocking the chain. You noticed he dressed formally most of the time, often sporting a long coat and a sweater of some kind. In contrast to yours, You were simply wearing a black turtleneck underneath your buttoned (f/c) cardigan and a pair of tights. You sweatdropped, why did he dress better than you?

You internally cringed inside, realizing the stark difference between your styles. You expressed comedic drooping lines on your face as you stared at Yuki.

“(L/n)-san, are you okay?” He asked, commenting on your inner conflict.

“N-No, please come in.” You awkwardly opened the door, revealing more of your plain wardrobe to him.

While it was simply just clothing, materials sewn together for the sake of modesty, you felt underdressed compared to Yuki. The only time you had to wear something extravagant was for the school festival and your cafe, which had a strict uniform that required a frilly apron. Even that apron was already too much for you.

You sighed on the inside, wanting to bury your face into your hands to avoid looking at Yuki’s nicely dressed form.

He silently eyed you, noticing how overdressed he was compared to you. Your simple cardigan complimented your beauty, the design not being too extreme that would drive the attention away from your face. You wore black tights, giving you a more comfortable and domestic aura.

In other words, you have a soft housewife look.

Oftentimes he would wear tighter Chinese-style clothing while you stuck with a comfortable style wardrobe that didn’t lean too much to different sides. You seemed so comfy in your choice of wardrobe and he almost felt as if he was the odd one out.

You guided him towards your table while you went to the kitchen to prepare two cups of tea. In your hands was a newly, unopened packet of oolong tea your coworker had given to you recently. While you handled the tea, Yuki opened his school bag and placed his books onto the table, noticing the variety of books you had on your shelves. He wondered why he didn’t notice it before, but most of your book spines matched, the gold lettering pairing well with the white covers. Did you buy specific sets of books?

You returned to the table with two cups of oolong tea and opened your textbook that was laying on the ground. You had an array of school supplies that ranged from minimalistic to branded pens from stationery stories. When Yuki heard the comments from other boys saying you had the most girlish stationery, he could understand now. You placed the tip of your pencil on your rosy lips, thinking about the problem in front of you.

You weren’t really good at math but you desperately tried to make yourself look cool studying. It was part of your bad luck to pick up your math textbook in front of Yuki.

"(L/n)-san. . . Are you bad at math?” He bluntly asked.

You nervously started sweating, “haha. . . Of course not. . .”

“But you’ve been staring at the same problem for a while now.”

He found out?! You internally screamed.

“H-Hmm. . .” You pouted, “I’m just a bit confused.”

That was a bit cute, Yuki thought diverting his eyes away from you and towards the math textbook that you just placed onto the table.

“I can explain it to you.” He smiled.

“Fine.” You huffed, trying to get this embarrassing subject out of the way as quickly as possible.

Yuki scooted over to your side as he lifted his pencil to tap on one specific problem. You tuned him out slightly on the inside, admiring the way his voice flowed. You wondered how nice it was to have someone as near perfect on the outside as Yuki was. Your emotions show too easily at times and you often resort to violent outbreaks as a way to control your bursts of frustration. But it seems like, for Yuki, he bottles it up on the inside, letting anything be able to tip it over and break.

Did it hurt? You wanted to ask. Did it hurt knowing that there were very little at the school who could understand your emotions? It must have hurt so much, the thought of it made your heart clench and gut curl up.

Emotions are so fragile.

Your eyes fluttered slowly as you became lost in thought.

If the Eagle was God’s Messenger, what would be the first message to be? Perhaps it could be the invitation to freedom or one last banquet together. Would they still remain by God’s side if they released an invitation for freedom?

You absentmindedly nodded to Yuki’s explanations, noting how precise his words were and how smooth each process was explained. His lips were softly tinted with pink while his eyelashes were long and slightly curled. You felt a bit envious of him at his natural beauty but diverted your attention back to your papers.

He looked really cool.

“You’ve been getting more distracted lately, is something on your mind (L/n)-san?” He asked, tapping the tip of his pencil against his paper.

“Not really. It just seems like you’re really good at this.” You glided your pencil across the paper, filling out each equation with ease, utilizing his explanations to the fullest.

“I usually help Honda-san study by making her study problems.”

The tip of your lead snapped, your writing pausing for a few seconds before continuing. “She must be very lucky.”

You focused on your paper, trying not to overthink Tohru’s kindness and presence. She was too nice to be subjected to your dark thoughts, too naive and innocent to ever be sullied that is your mind. You wished nothing but the best for her.

Yuki thought about you during the inn trip. He wondered what the two of you were. Even though you called each other friends, you still referred to each other with the same classroom respectfulness. There was this aura of distance that he could feel by just simply being near you. While he had Tohru in his life to give him happiness and comfort, did you really have anyone else in your life to give you that same pleasure?

Your blank walls had nothing but small scratches littering the walls, the paint chipping off in some areas but there was nothing hung up. No paintings or photos of friends and family to be seen whatsoever. Could it be that you were much lonelier than him, but you chose to ignore this feeling? He could see you simply withdrawing yourself from others, similar to the way you acted when Haru visited.

He wondered why you strayed so far away from the light. You never interacted with the other students unless it was for school purposes, and you only went out when it came to errands and work. You rarely talk to anyone about what truly goes inside your mind, then again. . . He wasn’t one to do that either.

You were so similar to him that it made him feel slightly guilty, feeling bad that he doesn’t know what he can for himself or for you.

“You shine too bright.” You muttered, keeping it low as you spoke your mind without knowing.

He shined so brightly you wondered if it was worth standing by his side in class. Everything he does look so clean and precise, calculative at times of the day, and relaxed. It reminded you too much of Tohru and more of what you hated about yourself. You were lonely and often kept it that way, never making an effort to break out of your habits when you’re constantly living in fear.

Constantly afraid of hurting others.

“Did you say something?” Yuki asked, the tension going between the two of you.

“Nothing.” You replied, finishing your math problem and closing your book. “It’s none of your concern.”

He brushed through the strands of his hair, trying to understand whether or not you ever wanted to talk to him after all this time. Even though he had confronted you about whether you hated him for that school event, you both left it unsaid or unconfirmed.

You pulled back the strands of hair in your face, your rosy lips glistening underneath the light as you diligently worked. You looked really cool to Yuki. You always had this aura of calmness in public, you talked with a strong voice and often wouldn’t take anything from other girls in the class. You almost never backed down from a challenge, like when one of Yuki’s fangirls wanted to ask you to a cooking contest. He wondered if the distant look you had was merely his projection.

“I think you’re quite cool (L/n)-san.” Yuki commented, putting his chin against the palm of his hand, “you always seem to know what to say and do.”

“I wouldn’t quite say that.” You responded, tucking the strand of hair behind your ear.

“It makes me feel a bit envious.” He said, staring at his paper with a gloomy look, trying to see if you might be able to open up to him.

“. . . You’re cool too.” You whispered, only for him to barely hear. “You make everything look so easy and happy but in reality that is just a facade to your classmates.”

Yuki stopped tapping his pencil against his paper, his eyes widening at your voice.

“When you talk in front of everyone, you look really intimidating and cool. You have this nice aura around you and you tend to shine bright,” you ended, your head turning to the side to hide your slightly teary eyes, “I’m jealous of you too.”

Yuki could see the small tears pooling at the corner of your eyes, noticing how you tried to hide the faint sight of weakness. You bit the bottom of your lip, feeling slightly exposed at the moment. Your eyes widened as you turned to him, realizing that you blurted out your own imaginative thoughts. He stared back at you with slightly tinted cheeks as you quivered under his gaze, feeling extremely embarrassed in the situation.

“A-Ah u-umm. . . I’m going to the toilet to fix myself.” You quickly excused yourself and ran to the bathroom, trying to save yourself from this humiliation.

As you locked the door you leaned against it and slid down, your face buried in your hands. You were so caught up in your thoughts you have forgotten to be more aware of your surroundings. You thought Yuki had said that in your mind and this was all just an imagination, but it was real and you just blurted out something really embarrassing.

“Idiot,” You whispered to yourself. “I’m such an idiot.”

You pulled your knees to your chest and laid your forehead against it, taking deep breaths to calm your rapidly beating heart. Why did I have to space out during this time? You thought.

Yuki pressed his hand against his cheek, feeling the temperature rise as he repeated the scene of you talking in his head. He never had anyone tell him that he was actually cool, genuinely cool in the way he wanted to be seen.

You looked really cute when you blushed.

He quickly shook his head, ridding himself of those strange thoughts and trying to focus on whats in front of him. He turned to the door, noticing that you were taking an awfully long time in the bathroom. Yuki slowly made his way to the door and softly knocked with the back of his hand.

“(L/n)-san, are you still there?” He asked. From the other side of the door, you could feel your face heat up even more. You softly knocked back, still not feeling well enough to speak for yourself without being reminded of your embarrassing speech.

“I’m surprised at how perceptive you are (L/n)-san,” he sat up against the door, the two of you separated by the thin material, “am I really as lonely as you said I was when we first met?”

“. . . You looked distant.” You said, fiddling with the ends of your hair, “you smile all the time, but they look. . . sad.”

“What makes you say that?” His eyes fluttered shut as he stayed leaning against the door.

“They. . . They remind me of someone I know.” Your hand brushed against your chest, your heartbeats finally slowing down.

His smile and eyes remind you so much of yourself, it hurts. It hurts so much to think that there is someone in this world so undeserving of pain and deprived of love that it makes you sick inside. You clutched onto the edge of your cardigan, feeling the soft material underneath your nails.

“Do you think. . . Your opinion of me would be different if I changed?” He asked, your lips parting slightly to give an answer but it slowly closed shut, “would you find me disgusting?”

You didn’t know exactly what he meant by this. Perhaps he was simply referring to when he purposefully stopped you during the school festival when he had pinned you against the wall.

“Not really. I don’t think the person you are at school matches your real personality either way. . . But. . . I think that. . .” You replied, “Sohma-san. . .”

Your fingers slipped underneath the door, feeling his warmth just barely on your fingertips. You could tell that he flinched just now.

“Even though you’re really cool on the outside. . . You’re a warm person inside, you must care a lot about people you love.”

A small smile crept on his face as he kept his hand in the same position, your backs still leaning against the door as you sat there in comfort.

“You’re a warm person too.”

#fruits basket #fruits basket x reader #x reader #yuki sohma #yuki sohma x reader #yuki soma #yuki soma x reader

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lils-writes-stuff · 4 years ago

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Fiery Bruises//Arsonists Lullaby

Sister Winchester!Oc x Supernatural

summary: Lillian Winchester is the best thing the brothers have ever had, and when she gets hurt, they won’t stop until they can fix her.

warnings: MAJOR TW: this story has to deal with rape, sexual assault, and the trauma with those instances, please do not read if these are triggering to you. ANGST, sexual assault, cursing (maybe), mentions of murder, supernatural level gore stuff

A/N: This is my entry for @bi-danvers0 writing contest, I hope y’all enjoy it!

Cold, cold and violated, that’s how she felt. She tightly wrapped her jacket around her body and walked down the streets of Lebanon that were lit up by glowing orange street lamps. She wiped the snot running out from her nose and wiped a tear from her cheek in the process.

The crisp November air was enough to make anyone freeze, and she could smell the rain that was soon to come. The damp air and the cloudy night sky could tell anyone that though. Shortly after the rain would follow the snow, only making this time of year for her even more unforgettable.

Lillian Winchester had never felt so helpless in her life.

Her boots padded against the ground softly, and her ripped jean-clad thighs rubbed together. She lightly tripped over a crack and stumbled forward, never falling to the ground, but she was glad no one saw because it was embarrassing.

She had already felt enough embarrassment for a night.

She stopped walking when she heard rapid footsteps behind her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up in instinct, the voice in her head told her to run. She turned to the right and rushed down an alleyway, hoping to Chuck that it was not who she thought it was running down the sidewalk.

“Lillian?” Castiel’s voice called to the youngest Winchester.

All night, the Winchester brothers and their angel friend had been looking for the young girl. She went out that afternoon for some alone time (i.e., a time where she could shop and be a girl and not a hunter). It was two a.m. now, and she hadn’t even called them.

“Cas?”

Cas let out a sigh of relief when he heard the young girl’s voice in response to him.

“Lillian, thank god, we’ve been looking for you for hours,” Cas said as he walked closer to the girl tucked into the side of a dumpster. Rain began to come down from the sky, making Lillian’s curly hair straighten out, and her clothes stick to her body.

She quickly stood up, wrapping her arms around the angel’s neck and hugging him. She didn’t let out a cry; she couldn’t. She was too embarrassed to let her brothers or angel friend know what had happened.

She wasn’t ready to talk about it.

“Come on, let’s get you back.” Cas guided the dirty-blonde to the car he had brought into town and drove the two of them back to the bunker, after calling Sam and Dean to let them know he had Lillian.

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“Lillian,” Dean breathed when he saw his baby sister enter the door of the bunker. He set down the beer bottle in his hand and stood up, walking to meet her at the bottom of the stairs.

She gave a half-smile and a small wave to the two men who were now standing beside the war room table.

“We were so worried, bug,” Sam said, his tall frame covering her in a hug.

“Hey, kiddo, don’t do that again,” Dean said to her when he went in for a hug. He pulled back, placing a hand on her right shoulder, making her tense up the let out a whimper.

His hand was placed on her shoulder as he passed by her in the store.

“Lillian?” Dean questioned with concern as he saw the young girl’s eyes gloss over. “Are you alright?”

She quickly snapped out of her memory and looked at the three men in front of her. But she couldn’t see their faces, because all she could see was him.

He was the worst monster she had ever faced.

“No.”

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Her home was the one place she was supposed to feel safe, but everywhere she looked, all she could see was his face. He was always smiling at her and if he was there long enough, she could hear his voice whisper what he said to her.

“You want this.”

She grabbed the trash can beside her bed and threw up in it again.

“Cas, what’s wrong with her?” Sam asked the angel who had left his younger sister’s room minutes ago.

“She-she uh.” Cas stumbled over his words as he tried to explain what he had found out while he was in there. Lillian didn’t speak to him, and when he would get close to her, she would curl into herself and turn away from him. And when he reached his hand out to touch her, she screamed. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean ‘you don’t know,’ can’t you do the mind-reading thing?” Dean asked aggressively. He wasn’t trying to be mean, but that’s how he sounded. “She said she wasn’t fine, but now she won’t even talk to us? What the hell is going on?”

Sam let out an exasperated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. He heard the scream she let out when Cas was in there, and it broke him to pieces. This was his baby sister, who was stronger than most everyone.

She was an orphan until Dean and Sam had found her. When Dean got sent to the future where it was the apocalypse by Zacheriah, future Dean introduced him to the younger sister he found. Of course, in that future, this Lillian was half insane from the time she was in but she was all the future Dean had and that was enough for him to hold onto.

When Dean was sent back to 2009, he went and found a fourteen-year-old version of the girl he saw in the future. She was in a foster home in Dallas, Texas, and from that moment on, she was a hunter.

Lillian peeled the white t-shirt off of her torso and looked at her body. A sports bra covered her breasts, but she could see some bruises peeking through on the top. Her left side was a giant bruise, still in the early stages, but it was dark and covered most of her side.

When she turned to look at her other side, she could see the top of a bruise on her hip below her jeans. She slowly unbuttoned the top button of the three and pulled the top of her jeans down. The bruise was in the shape of four fingers that were pressed into her side.

She let out a sob, and tears began to roll down her face.

His hand gripped her hip tightly as he had her cornered behind the small department store. She kicked and thrashed, not being able to scream from the hand placed over her mouth.

She was fighting so hard, but he was a lot bigger than her. And no matter how hard she bit at his hand, kicked at his legs, or pushed at his chest, he wouldn’t budge.

It burnt where he had touched her. Not the welcoming kind of fire either, the kind that hurt, the kind you didn’t want.

Knock knock.

“Lillian?” Sam’s voice said through the door. “Can I come in?”

Lillian quickly fixed her jeans and pulled her shirt back over her head. She then walked over to the door and undid the look, allowing her brother to come in.

When Sam entered, he looked and saw the young girl sitting criss-cross on her bed.

“Hey.”

She didn’t respond, just kept staring at the threads of the blue blanket on her bed.

“Hey, bug, look at me,” Sam said, trying to coax her to look at him.

She looked up at him, eyes bloodshot and the rims of them red from tears. They were empty like she was a shell, her soul not having anything left to feed on.

“What’s wrong?”

She didn’t respond again, her lip just quivered, and she let out a sob.

“It hurts,” she whimpered. Her side burned, searing hot pain, and her hip ached in so much pain. “It hurts so much please make it stop Sammy, please.”

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“That’s all she said?” Dean asked as he stood out in the hallway with Sam and Cas.

Sam nodded with tear-stained cheeks. All he could do was cry when he heard her plea, but he couldn’t help her because she wouldn’t tell him what was wrong. Watching her sit there and cry and whimper in pain was too much, and he had to leave the room.

“She wouldn’t tell me why or what hurt,” Sam explained, then whipped another tear that rolled out of his eye. “I-I couldn’t sit there and watch her plea and not be able to do anything, I just, it was just-”

“No, Sam, it’s okay,” Dean stopped Sam before he could continue and try to blame himself for something that wasn’t his fault. “I’ll go see what I can do.”

“You were asking for it.”

“This is what you want.”

“A pretty face like yours gets this.”

“You can’t resist me.”

“The things that I’m-”

“Lillian, look at me.” Dean’s command made Lillian look up at him in the mirror. He stood behind her from where she was leaning against the sink in her room.

Her hands were placed on the white porcelain as she leaned against them to keep herself steady.

“It burns, De,” she said, not giving any more explanation to the words that were burning in her mind and the pain that was searing her side.

“What burns, Baby girl? Talk to me.”

She shook her head, tears rushing out of her eyes. “No, no, no.”

Dean walked closer to her when she pushed herself off the sink. “Lillian.”

She was panting, trying to catch her breath. She crossed her arms and placed them over her head, exposing her side to her brother.He could only see a small portion of it, but Dean knew that bruise was large.

He sucked in a breath when he saw it and quickly walked closer to Lillian so he could inspect it. “Sweetheart-”

When he reached out for her she jumped back and screamed again.

Dean’s heart shattered into two because now he knew what had happened.

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“Yeah, thanks, Donna. See ya soon,” Dean said before hanging up the phone with one of the women he knew could get through to Lillian. Sam had handled calling Jody, and they both would be down to Kansas by that evening.

Dean had red hot tears of anger rolling from his eyes as his mind couldn’t help but think of the monster that did something so unspeakable to his baby sister. She was sweet and innocent, besides killing a monster, she wouldn’t even hurt a fly. She was the kindest person anyone had ever met, and that sicko probably took advantage of that.

There was an empty beer bottle on the table. Dean picked up the brown colored glass, inspecting it, then throwing it with all his force at the stairs in front of him. The bottle shattered and dropped to the ground.

Sam stepped into the room quickly after hearing the sound, afraid something worse then a bottle breaking had happened. But it was worse because when he looked at Dean, he saw the face Dean got when he knew he needed to kill something that was hurting someone. But this was more personal because this was Lillian, the girl who he raised from fourteen and was practically his daughter.

“Dean,” Sam spoke softly.

Dean didn’t look at his brother for a second. His head dropped and he sucked in a breath. He then turned to his younger brother.

“As soon as we get a name or anything that can identify this guy-” Dean puffed his chest and took on his protective stance- “we’re going to kill this son of a bitch.”

Before Sam could have any response, Dean turned around and made a beeline for the kitchen.

“Sam?” Jack’s voice said from behind the tall man.

Sam turned around to look at the Nephilim who stood with a concerned look on his face. “Jack, uh, hey, good morning.”

It was morning now, seven a.m. to be exact. And besides Jack, no one else in the bunker got any sleep.

“Is-is everything alright?” The younger boy asked quietly. He could feel the heaviness in the air and he was concerned.

“Um, no Jack, no, not really,” Sam said sadly, looking down at his jeans from the day before he still had on.

“Why? Did you guys find Lillian? Is she okay?”

Oh, Jack, she is far from okay, Sam thought to himself.

“Cas found her, yeah,” Sam explained before he could go into more, heart-wrenching detail about what happened to his sister. “But she’s not alright.”

“Maybe I can help her,” Jack perked up with a boyish, then taking off to Lillian’s room.

“No, Jack,” Sam called to the boy who was already at Lillian’s door.

Jack opened the door to the young girl’s room and what he saw was his first real heartbreak.

Lillian sat on the ground beside the sink in her room. She had no shirt on, just a sports bra covering her and it looked like her bruises had grown and taken on new colors. What little mascara she had on was smudged underneath her eyes and her hair was matted together at the ends.

She looked so broken.

“Hi, Lillian.” Jack squatted in front of her. He had a soft smile on his face as he tried to make her feel safe. He reached his hand out to touch her side so he could heal it, but she screamed, making Jack fall back from his squatting position.

Sam quickly ushered Jack out of the room before he could scare or upset her anymore.

After the door to her room was closed, Jack turned to Sam with a sad expression.

“What happened?”

Sam sighed and looked away, trying to figure out the best way to explain the situation.

“She um...we believe that Lillian was hurt by a man.”

Jack still didn’t understand the severity of the situation. “But she faces male monsters all the time who hurt her.”

“No, no, uh, this is different,” Sam responded with a huff. “He hurt her...uh, sexually.”

Then it started to click with Jack. Things he had learned from Dean about picking up women.

“When they say no, they mean no.”

Jack let a tear slip from his eye.

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It still burnt, the pain wouldn’t subside.

Lillian was sitting on her bed with her knees pulled up and her back against her headboard. She had turned on her TV but she wasn’t paying attention to what was on it. Some hallmark movie playing was just background noise for her. The cherry song playing in the movie as the protagonist walked down the street of some small happy town made tears prick in her eyes.

She stared at the screen, never once blinking as she didn’t absorb the information in the movie. His voice just kept replying in her head. Flashes of the events from the day before were going through her mind.

Her muffled screams, her tears, everything she did was no use because he wouldn’t get off of her.

There was a light knock on her door, one that sounded nothing like her brothers or Cas.

She stood up and unlocked the door and then scoured back to her bed, going right back into the position she had been in.

“Hey, sweet girl,” Jody said as she entered the room softly, Donna following close behind.

“Hiya, Lillian,” Donna greeted.

Lillian looked up, a sense of comfort from the two women forming in her. She gave them a half-smile and a wave.The two women looked at each other before they sat on each side of her on the foot of the bed.

Outside the youngest Winchester’s room stood the four men of the bunker, anxiously waiting for a prompt so they could go kill the man who did this.

“Hey,” Jody said, laying a light hand on Lillian's sock-covered foot. “We’re here for you.”

And that’s all Lillian needed before she broke down. The flood gates opened and her tears and sobs came pouring out.

“Okay, okay, shhh,” Donna said as she moved to the top of the bed to hold the fellow blonde. She reached a hand to Lillian’s face and wiped some tears from her freckled skin.

“Lillian, if you’re ready,” Jody began, saying the last part to let her know that she didn’t have to answer this right now. “Can you tell us what happened?”

Lillian was sucked back into her mind for a second, the events flashing in her brain.

The four men that stood outside the room listened to the cry that was let out. Each of their hearts breaking at the sound of the sob they heard.

“I need some air,” Dean muttered, leaving the three others and heading away from the hallway.

“I was in the last store I was going to for the day,” Lillian began when her breathing was somewhat even. “He walked behind me, his hand grazing my shoulder and a smile on his face. He started to talk to me, and he seemed so nice, and he was cute, so I talked to him, and I flirted with him. But when I went to leave, he followed me...I thought he was just going the same way as me at first, but when he went into the same diner, I knew it wasn’t a coincidence. He stared at me while I ate, and then when I left he caught me outside. He asked me for my number, but I told him no.”

She paused and took in a shaky breath.

“He wouldn’t let go of my arm, and I kept trying-” she punched the palm of her hand- “and trying-” another punch- “and trying.”

Her voice trailed off into a small sob. Jody and Donna both had tears running down their faces as they listened to her.

“And then, he pulled me down an alley...and I, and-”

Jody and Donna had a fire in their eyes that was fueled by hot anger in them. They could imagine how people just passed by and did nothing, not thinking anything of it or not wanting to get involved. They saw it too often being cops, and it was sickening.

“You don’t have to tell us the rest,” Donna assured the young girl, knowing it would be too much for her to do right now.

“Lillian,” Jody said, prompting the blonde to look at her. “What was his name?”

She didn’t want to say it. She was afraid that if she did, he would come in there and hurt her again.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” Jody said in a comforting mother tone. “He can’t hurt you anymore, no one here will allow it.”

Lillian nodded, feeling comfort in that.

“Malachi, Malachi Jacobs is his name.”

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All Dean saw while he drove was red. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on the son of a bitch who hurt his baby sister. No one who hurt her ever lived. Ever.

Sam sat impatiently in the passenger seat of Baby, his leg bouncing in anticipation. He had cried too much that day and he needed to get rid of the problem.

Although, even if they did kill the monster, that didn’t mean Lillian’s trauma would go away.

Cas sat in the backseat, a stoic expression on his face. He was ready to take any measure needed to make this man suffer.

“How could someone do this to her?” Sam asked the question he had been keeping inside since they figured out what was wrong.

Dean glanced at his brother before panning back to the road. “I don’t know,” Dean replied coldly.

“She’s just so, she’s so nice and sweet and, and-”

Sam couldn’t wrap his brain around the fact that some man, no boy, thought he was so entitled to something that he would...ugh.

“He probably took her kindness and light flirting as an open invitation,” Dean explained through clenched teeth. “And he’s going to die because of that, so.”

“Dean, we’re not actually going to kill him,” Cas said, but instantly regretted it after.

“No one hurts my baby sister and gets away with it. No one.”

That was all the answer the other two needed.

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“Okay, here we go,” Donna said as she helped lean Lillian under the hot water that streamed from the showerhead.

The hot water ran down her back allowing her muscles to relax. The feeling of the water and soap going across her skin made the fire go away. She felt as though she was washing away all the bruises that burned and all that would be left was the memories.

When Donna was done washing Lillian’s hair, she handed the young girl a towel and allowed her to be by herself for a little bit.

Lillian wrapped the towel around her body, her wet hair stuck to her shoulders. She walked up to the fogged up mirror on the wall and wiped it clean. She looked at her reflection, the girl standing back looking completely new compared to the one from earlier.

She still had the same scar on her right cheek, the same freckled skin, the same bright blue-green eyes, all the same, physical appearance. But she couldn’t help but hate her body a little more after what happened.

It felt tainted, used, abused, and all the things in between. She looked at her bare sides and only saw the way his hands had grabbed her. She looked at her wrists and saw the way they wrapped around them and squeezed them so tight, it cut off her circulation. She looked at her lips and saw the way he muffled her cries for help.

She let a singular tear run from her eye before she wiped them away and walked back to her room.

After she got dressed, she sat in the middle of her bed. No voices filled her head now, but she could still feel that burning sensation in her mind.

It was like the memories were branded in her brain. No matter how many good memories her psyche would drag up, the new ones immediately pushed them away.

“Hey, Lillian, can I come in?” Dean’s voice came through the door along with a knock.

“Yeah,” Lillian replied loud enough for him to hear.

Dean twisted the knob slowly and walked into the room. It was a lot brighter than when he walked in earlier, both her lamps were on allowing a cool glow to cast across her room.

Dean looked at the girl who sat on the bed, damp hair slowly noting together as it dried. She had one of his old henley’s draped over her torso along with a pair of leggings adorning her legs. Dean walked over to her dresser and grabbed the blue hairbrush that was sitting on top.

He made his way to sit behind her, his right leg folding under his left. He reached up and began to gently brush the hair cascading down her back.

As he brushed away the knots, the two of them sat in silence for about a minute. Dean continued to brush his younger sister’s hair, even though the knots were gone now. It was calming her, he could tell by how her shoulders relaxed and she didn’t tense up when he would move her hair.

“Did you kill him?” Lillian asked, breaking the silence. She had her head resting on the arms folded over her knees, curled up in a ball.

Dean sighed. “No, but he’ll never come near you again though I can promise that.”

While Dean did want to kill him, Sam had come up with something better. They had Jody call one of her friends from the precinct in Lebanon and after Malachi had taken a good beating, he was arrested. And he was going to spend a long time in prison.

Lillian felt relief wash over her. Dean saying that he would never bother her again made her feel much safer.

“Dean,” Lillian said softly. Dean hummed in response, still working the brush through her hair that matched his in color. “Do you think I deserved it?”

Dean stopped brushing.

Lillian turned back to look at him, tears running down her cheeks. Man, was she sick of crying.

“Baby girl, why would you even think that?” Dean asked with a broken heart at her question.

She shrugged, Malachi’s words ringing through her head. “He said I did.”

Dean’s jaw locked and he ground his teeth together. “I should’ve killed him.” Lillian didn’t respond, she just gazed down to the bruises on her wrists.

Dean took notice of how she was staring at them and grabbed her hands so that she would stop. He moved her hands to the side and placed his hands on her face gently so she would look at him.

“Lillian Elizabeth Winchester, don’t you ever believe what that monster did to you is what you deserved, okay?” Dean said sternly, but his voice was kind. “You are beautiful, kind, and deserve the world. Never believe what he did to you is what you deserve, because you don’t no one does.”

He pulled her head forward and placed a kiss to her forehead and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her lightly not to hurt her bruises.

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Dean ordered pizza that night for everyone. Jody and Donna decided to stay and hang out till the next day, deciding the harsh weather outside would be too much for them to drive in at night.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Jack asked as they sat around the war room table eating.

Dean had told Lillian that there was pizza but she had yet to come out of her room yet. She had moved to her bed and decided to watch the Scooby-doo marathon on TV. Dean was happy with that because at least now she had something to distract her.

“She will be,” Jody said softly with a sigh. She would be fine, but not right now, maybe not tomorrow but she would be.

They were silent for a few seconds as they all ate. Then Dean and Sam perked up as they saw Lillian enter the room slowly.

Her arms folded over her chest as she walked into the room, moving over to the chair between Dean and Sam. Where she normally sat.

“Hey,” Dean said as he watched her sit down in the chair on his right. “How ya feelin’?”

She shrugged. “Fine.” That was how she felt, fine. Almost numb, but the memories still burned in her brain when they reached the surface.

Sam reached with his over with his hand and placed it on her shoulder hastily, and when she didn’t flinch, he pulled her closer for a hug. She sunk into his side and wrapped her arms around his torso from the side and squeezed him tight. They both let out a soft sigh, feeling safe and sound with each other.

Dean smiled at his two younger siblings, basking in the happy moment. He reached his hand over to the box and pulled out a large slice of pepperoni pizza, plopping it onto a plate beside it.

Lillian smiled as Dean sat the delicious food in front of her and reached over and hugged him also. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and placed a kiss on top of her head gently.

When Lillian pulled away from the hug, she looked at all those around her at the table, giving a gentle smile to them. “Thank you,” her voice crooked out. “Thank you guys for being the best family I could ask for.”

While the memories still burnt in her mind and the trauma undoubtedly would never go away, she was glad she had these people. These wonderful people who made the fiery bruises and searing memories a little less painful. It was almost like they were an extinguisher for the flames that were burning her.

Lillian Winchester may have felt hopeless for the past day, but with a family like this around her, she knew that she wouldn’t ever have to feel like that for long.

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December Contest Submission #11: Cinnamon

words: ca. 4500 setting: mAU lemon: no cw: angst, anxiety, panic attacks, pajama cuddles (not for faint of heart), feet touch (in a gay manner)

A shiver ran down Anna’s spine as she quickly skipped across the hallway, her fuzzy socks slipping on the polished wood like skates on ice. Her head had two close encounters with the wall by the time she reached the destination–Elsa’s bedroom.

It was dark as hell in the hallway, so she could easily see the light seeping out from under the door. With no time to waste for knocking and waiting for an answer–and silently hoping Elsa was just reading or playing with her phone, and not doing something private that she should not see–she turned the doorknob and almost fell into the room.

“Anna?”

She shut the door behind herself and turned around to look at Elsa, who was, indeed, sitting on the bed with an open book in her lap, her brows furrowed in a mix of confusion and worry as she stared back at Anna over her reading glasses.

Without saying anything, she trotted over the floor, slowing down a little only once she reached Elsa’s fluffy rug until she almost flinged herself on her sister’s bed.

“Are you cold?”

Anna huffed irritatedly. “How’d you tell?”

Elsa reached to take off her glasses. “For one, you’re shivering and you have goosebumps on your arms,” she said, touching the tip of her–cold! Anna almost jumped–finger to Anna’s exposed elbow while she put her glasses away on the nightstand. “Two, you came in running here like a startled horse, and you had that little grumpy little baby expression.”

Anna pouted.

“Exactly this one.”

“Stooop,” she whined. Then she quickly swatted at Elsa’s hand as it was making its way to tickle her side. “Elsa! It’s not funny!”

Elsa giggled. “I’m sorry.” There was no hint of remorse in her voice. “I just thought that maybe a bit of physical activity could help warm you up.”

“More like physical torture,” Anna muttered, pulling her feet up to fold her legs on the bed. “Anyway, yes. I’m cold. I’m freezing, honestly.” She sighed. “It feels like maybe fifty degrees in my room, and the rest of the house is barely any better.”

It’s been a few months since they moved in together (after years of living apart, the pandemic of 2020 forced them to re-think the whole ‘independent living alone’ situation) to this lovely apartment in an old building, allegedly built in the early 1800s, a parting gift to them both from their late grandmother. The entire move took place at the beginning of August, when the Summer was still happily around, but not as hot as to make enough of an impact for either Elsa or Anna to notice anything odd–and with the following Autumn being very mild, it still never hit them something was very wrong until after the middle point of November.

Anna had been the first to notice. She’d been sitting in the kitchen pretty late at night, working on a very overwhelming project that made her completely lose track of time and space for a good few hours. Had it not been for the little burst of chilly wind on her neck, she’d probably have spent the entire night up.

Yes. Wind. Cold, frigid gust of wind through the soft hairs at the nape of her neck while she was sitting inside. At first, she’d thought it was a ghost–which she now could admit was maybe not the best assumption, but to her defense she and Elsa did spend the previous two weeks or so watching horror movies every evening.

So, naturally, she’d screamed in horror and ran out of the kitchen, zooming across the hallway to her room, where she’d hid under her covers for about two minutes before a very sleepy and confused Elsa appeared in her doorway.

They’d established it could not be a ghost–it took some time to convince Anna, though–and instead probably just a random little crack in some window frame that let in the cold air from the outside.

The random little crack seemed to be untraceable, though, and soon it had become very painfully clear they were instead dealing with isolation issues all over the place.

“Did you get an extra blanket?” Elsa asked, looking at her with that worry back in her eyes.

“I got three.”

“And you’re still cold?”

“Elsa,” she said–softly, lovingly, but with all the desperation of her aching bones, while she looked her sister deep in the eyes. “I’m not joking. It’s literally freezing in my room, and it’s only marginally better here and I have no freaking idea how you’re just sitting there like this.”

In an attempt to keep warm, Anna took to sleeping in a pair of those long, warm sweatpants and a hoodie, even though she hated the way they kept tangling in her three blankets to the point of her always ending up sleeping in some weird position for the entire night.

Meanwhile, Elsa was reclining against her pillows in nothing but a spaghetti strap silk nightgown.

“It doesn’t really bother me that much,” Elsa answered simply, shrugging with those bare, exposed shoulders. “I actually think the cold helps me sleep better.”

It took every ounce of willpower still left in her for Anna not to burst out laughing/crying at the same time.

Instead, she donned her best kicked puppy expression.

Elsa’s soft, vaguely worried expression turned to outright concern. “Is something wrong?”

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Wha– yes?” It sounded less like Elsa agreeing, and more like her just wondering if that was even an option. “I mean– Yeah, you can. Will that help?”

Anna shrugged. “I felt a chilly breeze right on my head when I laid down in my bed tonight so I’m literally fresh out of other options. And it is a little warmer in your bedroom.”

Elsa nodded, then closed her book and put it next to her glasses, before patting the unoccupied side of her giant bed. “There’s plenty of room, so you can hop– actually, you probably want to grab some of your blankets. I only have this one.”

She held up her not exactly thick cover, as if to prove that it was of no use. With a deep, world-weary sigh Anna stood up and went straight for the door.

~*~*~

Less than two minutes passed before she barged back in with all of her necessities bundled up in her arms, then promptly went around Elsa’s bed to drop the heap on ‘her’ side.

“Really?” Elsa asked in an incredulous voice while Anna watched her pick up a plush seal from the pile. “You’re twenty-six.”

“And you’re judgmental,” Anna hissed back at her, snatching the toy away to put it next to her pillow. “It’s an anxiety thing.”

“It’s alright, Anna.” Elsa smiled. “I didn’t want to offend you. I’m sorry.”

Anna just huffed–too cold and tired to even think of a response–and laid out her blankets, then promptly jumped in the bed and burrowed. She let out a low, content grumble and heard Elsa laugh softly in response.

A faint scent of cinnamon tickled her nose.

It was… surprising how open Elsa could be, sometimes. She thought back to the tickle attempt earlier–which she was too grumpy to appreciate at the moment, but could now think over with a clearer (warmer) head.

When she’d first come to the conclusion that she’d have to move in with Elsa, mostly due to financial problems tied to the world pandemic, she was mortified. The last time she’d lived with her was when they were both still in high school, and after Elsa’s graduation they didn’t exactly keep in touch all that often during college or afterwards. Honestly, moving in with her sister was almost like a random lottery roommate–completely unpredictable and potentially devastating.

But Elsa was a blessing. Even though they were forced to spend almost all their time together, it almost never felt like they were in each other’s way–and when it did, it was usually Anna’s own fault. Elsa worked quietly, cleaned up after herself, took care of bills and utilities and even cooked for both of them, none of which Anna herself was exactly known for. Perfect roommate, and it turned out it was Anna who had something to live up to.

And of course now she had to breach another layer of intimacy because of the damned cold house.

“Here, you forgot about this guy,” she heard a soft whisper right after Elsa turned off her light, and peaked out from under her cover to see Elsa holding her seal out to her. She took it slowly, and briefly wondered if Elsa thought she was a nuisance and was just very good at not showing it. “Are you a little warmer now?”

She spoke to her like to a small child, and that pretty much answered Anna’s self-conscious question.

~*~*~

The next night, she tried sleeping in her own room, too ashamed to bother Elsa again. She woke up with a dull ache in her joints and blocked sinuses, courtesy of the damn little constant breeze blowing onto her head and shoulders.

Elsa would send her worried looks the entire day, sometimes asking her if there was anything she could do for her, offering tea, painkillers and even drawing her a hot bath to ease the pain. Really, she was too good to be true sometimes, definitely not the girl who left her at their parents’ place all those years ago without much of an explanation.

She’d refuse everything–aside from the bath–of course, at times resorting to say she’s ‘an adult’ and ‘can take care of herself.’

~*~*~

She lasted a week before she just couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Ah, I was thinking about you.”

Elsa was sitting in her bed reading a book, again, but this time she seemed to be prepared for Anna–the other side of her bed was left empty, clearly meant for her to put all her stuff in.

All the better, since Anna literally came with her entire sleeping equipment in her arms.

“How’d you know?”

Elsa smiled. “The forecast said it was going to be three degrees out tonight. I figured you won’t be able to just stubborn your way through that.”

Anna gasped in mock–okay, not exactly fully mock–offence. She walked over to the empty side of the bed and dropped everything to start crafting her nest.

Elsa watched her carefully, almost to the point of discomfort on Anna’s side, but she didn’t comment anything. Again, she picked up her seal and held it while Anna tried her damnedest to straighten out her pile of blankets.

As soon as she managed that, she jumped in the bed so hard she almost knocked the book out of Elsa’s lap.

“Here.” Elsa placed the seal–Anna really should give it some name–in her arms and went back to her book.

For a moment they were silent, Elsa reading and Anna just lying there, enjoying the warmth and cursing under her breath. Somehow, one of her legs was already tangled in the sheets. Her favorite t-shirt and shorts combo wasn’t exactly the best for this kind of weather, but sleeping in sweatpants and a hoodie was a logistical nightmare to someone who moved around as much as she did.

“It’s going to be about three degrees for a few days now, and then it’s only dipping lower,” Elsa said suddenly just when Anna’s eyelids started to drop and she was slowly lulling herself to sleep. “We really need to fix the windows in your room, you can’t just walk around the entire day like a zombie,” she continued with a sigh, and Anna felt a wave of fresh embarrassment wash over her. “Say, why don’t you just keep sleeping in my room until we can get it done?”

The wave turned into a tsunami as she nodded.

~*~*~

They managed to get a hold of a repairman that had some free slots for the next month. Their neighborhood was full of very old buildings, and it really was showing by how sought out good repairmen were.

So, the next few days were a torture. Her room was sealed shut, but the entire apartment got so cold over time that even Elsa would sometimes shiver hard in the night, something that would wake Anna up with a start. Half-asleep but concerned, she’d pull the covers up to Elsa’s shoulders, only to have to wake up and repeat it after a few hours.

She was lying now next to Elsa in the dark, trying not to make too much ruckus as she tried to rub her feet together without waking her sister up.

“Anna,” her voice was muffled by her covers, but Anna could clearly hear the annoyance. Normally, Elsa would try to keep most negative emotions out of her voice when she talked to her–something she noticed she very much did not do when talking with people in her Zoom meetings–but at about 2 a.m. she apparently couldn’t fight it anymore. “What are you doing?”

She asked the question in a softer voice, but there was still no mistaking how miffed she was at being woken up.

“I’m just…” she trailed off, not even sure if Elsa actually wanted to hear an explanation or just wanted her to stop, but after just a few seconds of her hesitation Elsa hummed expectantly for her to keep going. “My feet are super cold…”

Oh, that came out as a very pathetic whine. Not part of the plan.

Elsa sighed, then shuffled–she’d been facing the door with her back towards Anna, but now she turned to lie on her back, her bare shoulder almost brushing against Anna’s nose. She smelled really nice, a very festive mixture of cinnamon–her usual shower gel–and apple–her new shampoo–that somehow already made Anna feel warmer. She kept shuffling under the covers until suddenly Anna almost jumped when she felt Elsa’s fingertips on her hand.

“Come here,” Elsa whispered, retreating her arm and patting the bed somewhere next to her. “Under my cover. I’ll keep you warm.”

In the cold night air Anna’s face felt steaming.

“A-are you sure?”

Elsa nodded and turned back around, leaving the passage for Anna to slip her legs in until her feet touched Elsa’s calves. She heard a surprised inhale, and against reason Elsa shifted closer to her.

“Why did you take off your socks?” She said it over a yawn, and Anna felt really bad for keeping her up again. “Your feet are freezing.”

“I can’t sleep in socks.”

It was enough to try and sleep in pants. With socks, she only felt like she was capturing the cold next to her feet.

Elsa chuckled, and rubbed one of her own bare feet on Anna’s.

~*~*~

“What’s this?”

Anna looked curiously at the giant box in the hall. It was delivered while Elsa was taking a shower, and Anna’s been waiting for her to finish almost buzzing in her seat with the need to know.

“Oh, I didn’t think they’d deliver it so fast.” Elsa was still drying her hair with a towel, dressed only in a thin tank top and sweats while Anna sat there in a giant plush robe wondering how in hell was her sister not just a giant cinnamon-scented icicle. “It’s a space heater.”

Anna’s eyes lit up.

“I figured you might use one in your room.”

“Oh.” That instantly dampened her enthusiasm, though. Over the past days she’d really grown accustomed to sleeping with Elsa–she was surprisingly warm once she started dozing off, and with every night Anna would snake her way a little closer. First it was just her feet leeching Elsa’s heat, then her legs, and when Elsa didn’t seem to mind she actually migrated almost entirely under her cover. Last night she was even able to finally sleep in a t-shirt and underwear, as god intended. “You want me to sleep in my room tonight?”

She didn’t actually mean to say that, especially not in this broken of a voice, but it was out before she could bite her tongue. Elsa’s eyes grew wider and Anna prepared for impact.

“Jesus, no!” Elsa looked like she’d just said the stupidest possible thing. “I meant that for sometime in the future when we fix your window. It’s minus four tonight, we might actually need to use this thing in my room first.”

Anna could only hope her face didn’t show how elated she was.

~*~*~

She came to Elsa’s room that night to find the bed set neatly–Elsa could really be a little of a pedantic freak sometimes, who the hell sets their bed every night–and Elsa standing in front of her TV, shuffling through videos on YouTube.

“Hey,” Anna said quietly, sitting down on Elsa’s side of bed with folded legs. Elsa murmured a greeting back. “What are you doing?”

The frustrated shuffling stopped for a moment. “I’m trying to find a– oh, this one looks nice! Turn off the light, please.”

Anna looked at her in confusion, but she reached over to the bedside lamp and tapped it gently. For a moment they sat in the dark as the video Elsa chose buffered, but then a warm, orange glow filled the room.

“A fireplace?”

The fire crackled happily on the screen. “Yeah, I thought it might be a nice ambience for sleeping,” Elsa chirped, which was very unlike her, while she bent down and– Anna had to turn her gaze away. Looking at her sister’s lace underwear was probably more than she could handle at the moment. “Especially combined with this.”

A soft hum followed right after and the ever-present, soft scent of cinnamon intensified–then Elsa moved out of the way and a wave of warm air hit Anna straight in the face. Elsa had to literally haul the heater into the room on her own while Anna was bathing.

“It does fit nice,” she admitted, looking into the flames and enjoying the warmth. “Almost like a real fireplace.”

Elsa climbed on the foot of the bed and crawled over to her on all fours, and suddenly there was more heat on Anna’s face and her mouth was dry. “You used to say you wanted a fireplace when we were kids,” Elsa said, shimmying on the bed until she was sitting next to her. “You had to be…five or six, and you’d keep saying you wanted to live in a cottage so that you could have a nice fire going every night and sit there with a cat in your lap, quote unquote like a witch.”

Anna laughed nervously and moved out of the way to let Elsa under her cover.

“And this is obviously nowhere near a real fireplace, but…”

She locked eyes with Elsa, and the orange glow of the TV made her irises look a fiery, sparkling purple. They were only a few inches apart, so close she could actually feel Elsa’s soft exhale blow over her own nose. Anna’s heart beat fast in her chest, fueled by some very odd and unwelcome emotions. “T-thank you,” she managed out through a clenched throat. Elsa really tried. She really, really tried, not only tonight but all the days before, pushing her own boundaries to accommodate Anna in her bed and it finally hit Anna just how much she had to love her.

And in this same, orange-glow filled, cinnamon-scented moment it also hit her how much she loved Elsa.

“Are you alright?”

Elsa’s face was concerned. Worried. Let down? Shit, she thought Anna didn’t like it.

“Y-yeah, I’m just– I’m super tired. I love this all, Elsa, thank you,” she repeated again just to make sure there was no mistaking how grateful she was for Elsa’s thoughtfulness, and something sank in her stomach at the sight of Elsa’s absolutely delighted smile. “Can we sleep?”

Elsa nodded and moved the covers away.

If not for the orange light, she would probably get worried again at Anna going absolutely white at the sight of her blankets spread nicely under Elsa’s cover.

“I figured this would be easier,” she said as she slid under and patted the space next to her. “You roll up into this tight ball every night before you fall asleep and then crawl under my cover anyway, so I figured this way you’ll be warmer.”

Anna gulped down the stone in her throat. “Y-yeah, sure.”

“We can even cuddle if you get cold. There’s supposed to be a blizzard tonight, so lots of wind.”

As if on cue a strong gust of wind rattled Elsa’s window and managed to get partially through, right onto Anna’s back. The surprised yelp and violent shiver at least let her hide how absolutely mortified she was with the idea of soft cuddles under the blankets with the fireplace glow.

Elsa pretty much pulled her under the blankets after that, and even tucked her in lovingly before lying down next to her–facing her, lord have mercy–and letting out a tired sigh.

“Goodnight,” she whispered, reaching out blindly to touch Anna’s cheek.

That one soft gesture sent a jolt down Anna’s spine. “Goodnight,” she answered, and she hoped that Elsa would pin the shaking in her voice on the cold gust of wind. Had she always felt like this? There had been a time in her life that Elsa was everything to her, but it was more like…younger sibling idolizing the older. Elsa had been her role model and her best friend, but after her high school graduation she just– Stopped. She wasn’t there anymore, busy with college, then busy with post-grad, then busy with work with no time to ever even visit. It seemed the only Anna ever heard from her was postcards and short birthday phone calls.

In that time she made herself at least pretend to resent Elsa for leaving her behind. She could never actually hate her, but the anger she felt was raw and it was at least better than grief.

But this Elsa– the Elsa that moved in with her, she was the same but she was different. The last time she actually saw her, she was a shy teenager with huge glasses and nerdy sweatshirts, always in a messy braid. When she saw the absolute glow-up Elsa went through, how beautifuller with emphasis on fuller she was, she did have to take a moment to collect herself.

Did she feel like– like this then, though? She was shocked, yes, but was she–

She looked up at Elsa’s calm, gorgeous face.

Was she–

This absolutely wonderful, sweet woman who literally had to take care of her because she was a fucking child that couldn’t even make sure to eat properly. The woman who would wake up half an hour early just to make her some chocolate chip or blueberry–or both because Anna was a mess–pancakes just because she knew it would make her happy. Who would randomly come up behind her and stroke her hair when she saw something was making her stressed, and it was the best way to calm her down.

Was she– Could she–

All of these little acts of affection that Elsa thought were innocent– that were innocent on her side and Anna has apparently been corrupting them in her depraved mind this entire time.

Was she in lo–

“Anna, what’s wrong?”

She opened her eyes to see Elsa look down at her with actual fear in her eyes and she realized she was shaking violently in her spot with no idea how much time had passed while she was spiraling. Her muscles were flexed and aching, jaw clenched so hard there was ringing in her ears. She was coiled in on herself like a tight spring.

“O–” she started, but her tongue felt like lead. “O-Olaf?”

Fear mixed with confusion. Then, suddenly, it changed to understanding. “Your seal?” Anna nodded. “It’s right here.”

She reached above Anna’s pillow and pulled Olaf out from where he was wedged, then softly placed him in Anna’s waiting hands. She immediately gripped him hard and curled up on her side, eyes tightly shut for fear of seeing her sister’s face.

“It’s okay,” Elsa’s whisper was breezing through her hair. “It’s fine, babygirl, I got you– d-do you want me to hug you?”

No, please, don’t. She nodded. I’m disgusting. Elsa enveloped her immediately, surprisingly strong as she pulled her closer to her chest. I don’t deserve to touch you. She burrowed her nose between Elsa’s breasts and inhaled.

Cinnamon.

She had no idea how long Elsa held her like this, her hand gently caressing up and down Anna’s bare arm, legs intertwined with Anna’s. She was planting soft kisses to the crown of Anna’s head. “It’s okay, baby, it’s alright,” she kept murmuring in between the kisses like a mantra, and with time it wasn’t even the words Anna was listening but just her voice, her breathing, the rhythm of her heart.

Her own was still racing when she spoke. “I’m s-s-sorry.” The words, already stuttered and slurred, came muffled out against the bare skin of Elsa’s chest.

“No, don’t be,” Elsa whispered hurriedly, not making a single move to pry her away. Even though she should. Anna should not be allowed to be anywhere near– there. “It’s my fault, sweetheart.”

What?

“I– I got overexcited and did things too fast,” she continued and if it wasn’t so hard for her to speak now, Anna would have shouted in disagreement. “I wanted to make things nice for you. I thought it would be– and then I saw how overwhelmed you were and I knew I messed up, and I– shit, I should have thought to give you Olaf earlier.”

Elsa remembered her plushie’s name.

“Do you want a tissue?” At first she didn’t understand the question, but then she realized she was crying. Heavily. Elsa’s chest was soaked.

She pulled away to try to answer–

Fuck, Elsa was gorgeous.

The glow dimmed considerably by now, but she could still make every detail of her face. Her big, round eyes. Her parted lips. The way she was looking at her with worry, but also pure adoration.

Anna wasn’t exactly thinking straight. She was very far from any remotely intelligent thought, her senses overwhelmed by cinammon. At a complete loss of the ability to speak with so many things to say.

What she couldn’t say in words in her state, she instead said with her lips on Elsa’s.

In the next second it dawned on her, and she immediately wanted to pull away and apologize, but Elsa held her in place with her hand on Anna’s stupid head.

They didn’t make out wildly like they do in the movies. It was a soft, tender and slow kiss. “It’s okay,” Elsa whispered against her lips in a few minutes. “It’s okay, baby.” She locked their lips again, a little firmer. “I understand.”

Four and a half thousand words all died on Anna’s lips, brushed off with Elsa’s tongue.

It was the explanation. It worked, for now at least, as she lay cradled in her sister’s arms, trading feathery kisses in the orange glow of their fake fireplace. In time, Elsa’s hand moved from her head to rest around her waist, keeping her warm and secure in place as she promised her we’ll talk tomorrow and it’s alright now, love.

And a tiny voice in her head, so small she could barely hear it through the shouts of self-hate, said that maybe.

That maybe it was going to be alright.

#elsanna #submission #december 2020 contest #prompt: warmth #cw: panic attack #cw: angst #cw: anxiety

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the one with the red dress

Tongue Tied (jj maybank) 13/?

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Rosie knew Kie would be pissed at her. Well, more so her parents. She'd managed to get a black eye, a large cut on her forehead, and three potentially broken knuckles in the two days before Midsummers. Not to mention the stitches on her right hand that she'd need to remove at some point soon. Long story short, she looked like a train wreck.

In Rosie's defense, she promised her friend that she'd go; not that she'd look presentable.

She cringed as she removed the ice she'd been holding on her knuckles. They were still very swollen and had turned a deep shade of black and blue. The ice numbed the pain, but Rosie knew the throbbing would be back soon. She grumbled to herself as she reached for the bottle of ibuprofen in her bathroom cabinet, swallong two pills dry.

Rosie stared at her injured hand for a moment in contemplation. She just had to injure the hand with stitches. Rosie figured she could at least wrap her fingers to stabilize it for the night. She reached for the medical tape in one of the drawers along with a cloth dressing.

Using her left hand alone to tape the right proved to be much more difficult than Rosie thought. She kept getting the tape stuck on her hand and had to use her teeth to tear it. Not only was it difficult to use her left hand, but each time she shifted her knuckles and wrapped the tape around them a sharp pain shot up her arm. She hissed as the throbbing returned, but the teenager persisted. Soon enough, she'd done a half-decent tape job that at least kept her from bending her fingers. She then wrapped a layer of cloth dressing around the three injured fingers to make it look cleaner.

Satisfied with her work, Rosie haphazardly shoved the tools back inside a drawer and exited the bathroom. She set off to her bedroom to gather the items she'd need for the party she did not want to attend. Kie would be arriving any minute now to pick her up.

Rosie slid open her closet door and rifled through her clothes until she spotted her mother's red dress. She ran her fingers over the chiffon material of the skirt. Rosie had been debating all day whether or not she wanted to wear the dress her mom had once worn to Midsummer's. It could be nice to have a piece of her mom with her at her first (and definitely last) Midsummer's, but on the other hand, Rosie was never the sentimental type. She pulled the hanger off the rack and moved towards her mirror. She held the dress over her body to envision herself wearing it.

A loud honk sounded from outside the house, startling Rosie out of her thoughts. Kiara must have arrived. She shot herself one last glance in the mirror. In the spur of the moment, Rosie folded the dress across her arms, grabbed her makeup bag, and hurried out of the house. Sure enough, Kie's car was parked in her driveway. Rosie had barely sat down in the vehicle when she was bombarded.

"I know you don't wanna go to this, but did you have to make yourself look like you brawled with an MMA fighter?"

Rosie rolled her eyes and set the folded dress and makeup back onto her lap. She reached with her left arm to close the door since her right hand was virtually useless.

"And what the fuck did you to do your hand?" Kie shrieked upon noticing Rosie's wrapped hand.

Rosie cringed at her volume, "Shit, Kie, chill out!"

Kie's yelling stopped but she stared expectantly at her friend, waiting for an explanation.

"You saw me yesterday. Unfortunately black eyes don't go away in a day," Rosie sighed.

"Well excuse me for not noticing your appearance--I was too busy watching JJ get arrested," Kie cried again, and Rosie shrunk in her seat.

Kiara must have noticed how loud she was speaking as she awkwardly cleared her throat and spoke again at a normal tone, "What about your hand?"

Rosie glanced down at her injured hand. The throbbing had turned into a dull ache, but Rosie assumed that was because she'd gotten used to the pain; not because it was getting better.

"Broke my knuckles. Probably."

Kie's eyes widened, "Broke your--Why are you so unfazed? Rosie, you need to go to the doctor or the ER or--"

Rosie huffed, fed up with her friend's nagging

"Kie!"

She stopped her rambling and stared at the shorter girl.

"They're just a little bruised. I'm fine, really!"

Kiara shot her friend an uneasy glance, but started the car anyways.

"I hope you know that if we didn't have a party to get ready for I'd be driving you to Urgent Care right now," the taller girl grumbled as she reversed out of the driveway and set off down the road.

"I believe you," Rosie laughed. She ran her left hand over the soft fabric of the dress in her lap. Kie glanced down and noticed the red material she'd missed before.

"Oh, you have a dress!"

"It was my mom's," Rosie sighed, "I don't even know if I'm gonna wear it though. Brought it just in case."

Kiara nodded, "Well if it doesn't work my mom has one you can look at."

It didn't take long for the pair to arrive at the Carrera household. It was a nice, large house on Figure Eight, but not nearly as large as some of the other mansions in the area. The two girls hurried inside despite not looking forward to makeup, heels, and dresses.

Rosie caught Mrs. Carrera's eye as she entered. The woman jumped in shock at the state of Rosie's face. Before she could say anything, Kie cut in.

"Don't worry, mom. I'll fix her."

The two girls giggled as they made their way upstairs to Kiara's room. Rosie eyed the dress hung up on her door.

"Well that's a pretty color," Rosie admired the dress.

"Would prefer a large sweatshirt and some sweatpants any day, but I guess it'll do for one night," Kie grumbled.

Neither girl was keen on attending the Kook get-together, but Kie was being forced to and Rosie would feel bad if she didn't help her friend out.

Kie started by setting to work on Rosie's beat up face. She dabbed layers on layers of foundation and concealer until the bruise was hidden. Rosie's eyebrows shot up as she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. No one would ever know she'd gotten into a fight.

"Wow, Kie. You know, you should reconsider your career path. Cosmetology might be right for you," Rosie teased. Kie brushed her off, and the two girls set to work applying minimal makeup and changing into their dresses.

Rosie frowned as she stood in her underwear staring at the red dress she'd hung beside Kiara's purple one. Should she?

She shouldn't.

Well, maybe she should.

Fuck it.

Rosie removed the dress from the hanger and slipped inside it. The fabric fit her skin with ease, and Rosie zipped up the back.

"I don't know, Kie, it's a little tight, don't you think?"

Rosie looked up from the dress at Kiara, who stood with her jaw dropped.

"Well you clean up nice!"

"I don't know, it feels weird," Rosie trailed off as she turned and saw her reflection in the floor-length mirror.

The dress fit her perfectly. The top half hugged her body and showed off the right amount of skin. Layered chiffon fabric flowed from the waist down with a slit on one leg, resembling the petals of a flower when she twirled. Rosie looked like a different girl; she looked like the an alternate version of herself. She looked like the girl that would have existed in her place had her dad not died.

But every girl loves playing dress-up every now and then, and Rosie was not an exception.

Rosie covered her awe with a snarky remark, "I look like I've gone full Kook."

Kie laughed, "We do look like bourgeousie pigs."

Rosie sat on her friend's bed as Kie picked up the two flowers crowns sitting on her desk. Both girls giggled as they made a show of placing them on each other's heads.

"Girls, are you almost ready? We need to get going soon!" Kiara's mother's voice yelled from downstairs.

"Be right down!"

While Rosie had fun getting ready with Kie, she remembered why she didn't want to come as they entered the party. It was full of Kooks and Rosie instantly felt out of place. She subconciously shifted closer to Kie as they walked through the house and outside to the lawn.

"This is disgusting," Rosie grumbled.

"Horrendous, really," Kie replied.

The two girls giggled and walked out onto the lawn together, avoiding interaction with anyone else. Kiara nudged her friend with a smile and nodded her head to the left. Rosie followed her gaze, and her eyes landed on Pope who was working behind a grill. Rosie and Kie set off towards their fellow Pogue, relieved to see a familiar face.

"Excuse me, sir, do we have to shuck these ourselves? 'Cause it might mess up my costume," Kie put on an exaggerated British accent.

Rosie giggled as Pope groaned and turned around, ready to deal with some snotty Kooks. A grin took over his face upon seeing Rosie and Kiara.

"We wouldn't want that, now would we?" Pope chuckled.

Rosie felt a little less out of place standing with two of her friends on the outskirts of the party. She could tell Pope was relieved to have his friends there too.

"That accent was bad," Rosie mumbled, earning an elbow in her ribs.

They stood next to each other and turned to face the party, observing the entitled, pompous crowd before them.

"You ever seen this many Kooks in one place?" Kie grumbled what they were all thinking.

"Yeah. Last year," Pope scoffed.

"We're in the lion's den," Rosie added, eyeing the crowd before her.

She scanned the crowd and her eyes landed on Rafe and Topper. She narrowed her eyes at the two boys just as Rafe turned in her direction. He met Rosie's glare with a menacing smirk. His face made her anger from the day before return, but she didn't want to be the first to break eye contact. Rafe tapped his eye and pointed at Rosie. 'How's your eye?' he mouthed. He cocked his head in mock concern. She narrowed her eyes further.

Pope tore Rosie away from her staring contest with the Kook.

"Either of you heard from JJ?"

Rosie reluctantly shifted her gaze from Rafe back to her friends.

"No," Kie sighed.

"What about you Rosie? Didn't you go down to the station?"

Rosie frowned and her stomach churned again at the reminder of what she'd witnessed yesterday. "Didn't see him."

Pope's eyes widened, "You went to the station? Why!?"

Rosie rolled her eyes, "Not important."

There was a moment of silence before Kie spoke again, "He'll be alright. He's got the survival instincts of a cockroach."

"It's all my fault," Pope hung his head.

The anger bubbled inside Rosie, but she didn't speak for fear of not being able to stop.

"You didn't do this, Pope. Topper almost killed you, remember?" Kiara spoke firmly. Pope merely shrugged.

Their conversation was cut short as scattered applause sounded throughout the crowd. Everyone had turned to face the main door where the Ward family, minus Rafe, entered. Rosie was regretting coming more and more by the minute.

"Here come Lord Capital and the Exploiters," Kie scoffed.

"She's definitely gonna poke somebody's eye out with that," Pope muttered in reference to the flamboyant crown atop Rose Cameron's blonde head.

The three teenagers stood by the grill for a little while longer until Kie was summoned by her dad to speak to some family friends. Mr. Heyward called Pope over to get back to work, which left Rosie all alone. She shifted from foot to foot, unsure of where to go, what to do, or who to talk to.

"Come with me, she said. We'll stick together, she said," Rosie grumbled under her breath, mimicking Kiara's words just a few days earlier.

The last bit of light was leaving the sky, but the darkness made Rosie feel a little more at ease. At least she could hide from the crowd more easily. She weaved her way through the dancing bodies towards the nearest table of hor d'ouevres. Rosie's mouth watered at the large platter of assorted cheeses, fruits, and crackers. She didn't hesitate to fix herself a plate, piling it high with food. Rosie ignored the judging looks shot towards her for taking so much. She nearly moaned at the combination of expensive brie and grapes. Rosie had been living off of pre-sliced cheddar cheese for the past month, so this was certainly a step up.

She wandered over to the edge of the crowd to enjoy her plate of food. A waiter passed by Rosie and she snatched a flute of champagne from the tray he carried. The bubbly beverage tasted like heaven on her tongue. Rosie hated Kooks, but she couldn't deny that they had good taste.

Once Rosie finished her plate, she dumped it and began to look for Kiara. She walked around for a while, trying to get a good view of the crowd but to no avail. Even in heels she was too short to see above most people in front of her. Rosie huffed and decided to go to the bathroom first to wash her hands. With more bodies dancing than before, the lawn was becoming quite claustrophobic. She pushed her way up to the porch and into the mansion. The rooms inside were just as crowded.

Rosie weaved her way through the hallways for what felt like hours until she finally found a private restroom. She didn't hesitate to rush inside and lock the door behind her. She let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall. Rosie wasn't a stranger to parties; she'd been to many at the Boneyard and fair number of house parties. But this was different than any other she'd been to. This one was so suffocating.

She braced herself against the sink and looked up at her reflection in the mirror. But Rosie didn't see herself. She saw a girl living a lavish life with loving parents wearing her mother's red dress. Not an orphan who was bribed to come. Rosie frowned and sure enough, the girl in the mirror frowned back.

Rosie twisted the 'cold' handle of the sink and ran her uninjured hand underneath the stream of water. She splashed it over her face several times, letting the coolness sooth her. Rosie shut off the tap and looked back up into the mirror. This time, she stared back at herself.

The foundation concealing her eye had come off, exposing her black eye. Her mascara was smeared underneath her eyes, and her knuckles underneath the bandage were throbbing again. Rosie wiped her eyes with her thumb to remove the smudged makeup. She took the flower crown off her head and dumped it in the trash. Rosie looked like a mess, but at least she felt more like herself.

Finally, Rosie was satisfied with her appearance. With one last glance in the mirror, she exited the lavish bathroom. She set off back towards the lawn, but was halted in her tracks. Her head darted to her right to catch sight of Rafe and his goons running down another hallway. Rosie furrowed her brows, and didn't hesitate to hike up her dress and run after them. She wasn't sure where they were going, but knowing them, it couldn't be good.

Rosie followed them down another hallway where they took a sharp left turn. She stayed a good distance behind so they wouldn't spot her. They continued down another hall before turning right. Rosie crept along the hallway slowly, trying to gage what they were up to before she showed herself.

"Your face looks really bad. Starting to look like your dad a lot more," Rafe's demonic voice carried through the hall.

Rosie's eyes widened as she realized who they were ganging up on. She didn't think before rounding the corner to face them. The hot temper she'd been growing accustomed to returned at the scene before her.

Kelce had JJ in a headlock so he was helpless against Rafe, who was taunting him. His other three goons lingered behind doing what? Rosie wasn't sure.

"You know, 5 on 1 isn't a very fair fight. But then again, you're useless without your goons, aren't you Rafe?" Rosie hissed from the doorway.

Rafe broke out into a grin and opened his arms in a welcoming manner, "Ah, there she is! Just in time for the show!"

"Let him go," Rosie spit.

"Rosie, get out," JJ growled, struggling underneath Kelce's hold.

"Aw, would you look at that! They're protecting each other, how sweet!" Rafe cooed.

The anger burned inside Rosie. The flames coursed through her veins, leaving her body hot with rage.

She stomped towards the blond asshole, "Let him go, dickhead, or I swear I'll--"

"You'll what? Show me up like you did last time?" he stepped forward and ran the back of his hand along the side of her bruised eye, "Nasty bruise you've got there. Wouldn't want another, would you?"

Three things happened all at once.

First, JJ let out a menacing scream at Rafe, "Get your filthy hands off her!"

Second, Rosie slapped Rafe with her good hand, making his head swing to one side.

Third, a man in a suit entered the locker room, preventing the fight from escalating.

"Gentlemen!"

Kelce shoved JJ out of his grip and stood by his friends, feigning innocence. Rafe lifted his head back up with a red handprint on his left cheek. JJ gripped Rosie's wrist and yanked her towards him. She stumbled over her wedges, but stood next to him.

"Is there a problem here?" the man in the suit asked.

"Pardon me, officer. No, there's not an issue. I just--"

Rosie watched as something changed in JJ's eyes.

"Actually, yes. There is an issue," he continued, "We got a criminal trespass in progress here. Beep! Call it in right?"

Rosie stared at him incredulously and elbowed him in the side, but JJ ignored her.

"Blatant disrespect for private property, I'm in violation of all kinds of shit, sir."

Rosie elbowed him in the side, but immediately regretted it as he turned his gaze upon her.

"Oh! And her too. Slapping someone does fall under the category of public disturbances, right?"

Rosie's eyes widened, "JJ, what are you--"

"But these young gentlemen," JJ toyed with Kelce's bowtie, "Caught us, sir, and they're about to take us away. And that's what you should do! Escort us out of here. "

Rosie tried to protest, but her attempts were made in vain as the man in the suit grabbed her by the upper arm and then JJ. She tried to struggle out of his grip, but he held her tighter. The man escorted the pair out of the locker room, but not before JJ had his last word.

"Fix that tie, son! You're lookin spiffy too," he pointed at one of the goons, "You Powerpuff Girls have fun!"

"You know Rosie, you look pretty hot for a Pogue!" Rafe bit back with venom laced in his voice.

Rosie's eyes flared, but her anger didn't match JJ's. He broke out of the man's grip to lunge at Rafe. Rosie could only watch as he ran forward. Kelce and the suited man ran forward to hold him back.

"JJ, let it go," Rosie sighed just loud enough for him to hear.

He reluctantly allowed the man to lead them back out of the locker room.

"Safe travels back to the cut!" Rafe called. Rosie showed him the freshly painted nail of her middle finger.

Rosie and JJ stumbled alongside the man, who jerked them out of the house and onto the porch.

"I can walk myself! I got legs, can you see that brother?" JJ complained, but the man only jerked them more harshly than before.

"JJ, shut up," Rosie hissed, but he ignored her.

"I really appreciate what you did back there, but let me just walk out by myself!" JJ continued his complaints.

The man's nails now dug into Rosie's arm and she tried to flinch away, but he squeezed her tighter. The lack of blood flow down her arm was starting to affect her bandaged hand, which now ached horribly. Rosie sighed, but didn't fight it this time. It's not like she wanted to be there anyways. And if they were getting kicked out, might as well leave with style.

"Mr. Dunleavy, I see you got your drink. Good, that's really nice of you. I'm actually gonna down that," JJ snatched the glass of whiskey and took a large gulp before carelessly setting it down.

The girl beside him couldn't mask the amused smile tugging at her lips. She knew what he was doing.

"Whoo!" he hooted, gathering more and more attention, "It's okay, everybody! Do not panic, leave it to the men and women in uniform!"

The man released their arms and Rosie sighed in relief. He pushed them towards the exit by their shoulders instead.

"Rose!" JJ pointed and winked at Ward Cameron's wife, "You look like Lady Liberty!"

Rosie released the laugh she'd been holding in. It wasn't like she cared about any of these people, anyways.

"Let go of them!"

The rest of the crowd silenced. Rosie's head shot towards the porch where Kiara stood.

"You can't just boot them! I invited them here, I'm a member of this club," she continued.

Rosie could see the embarassment on her parents' faces. The Carrera's allowed Kie to hang out with the Pogues so long as she didn't draw attention to herself. Because that was the number one rule of being a Kook: don't embarrass your family. But Kie didn't budge. She stood her ground.

JJ turned sharply and shoved the man away. He gripped Rosie's wrist for the second time that night, "Hey, mandatory power hour at Rixon's, Kie," he called out to the girl in the purple dress. "Pope, you as well," he pointed to the boy they were now passing.

JJ dragged Rosie away from the lawn.

"Kie, come on!" she called out, now fully onboard with JJ.

"Workers of the world unite!" the blond added.

JJ pulled Rosie along towards John B, whom she hadn't seen in two days. She stumbled over her wedges, but he held her steady.

"Colonel!"

"Captain, mission accomplished, sir!"

JJ released Rosie and the two boys saluted each other. She lunged towards John B and gave him a hug. He laughed, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, dragging her along as their other two friends joined. The crowd watched in utter horror as the Pogue crew ran off from the party in a fit of laughter, but Rosie didn't care.

She was wrong earlier. Most girls love playing dress-up. Rosie just wasn't one of them.

Rosie forgot about her current dilemma with JJ as she stumbled away from the party with her friends. It was a blissful moment full of laughter and no worries. They clung onto each other and just ran to wherever their path led them.

Eventually, they stumbled upon a clearing near the water where John B had docked his boat. JJ and John B set to work starting a fire in the pit surrounded by old logs. Rosie plopped down on one of the sturdier looking logs and instantly sighed in relief. She hadn't realized how painful her heels were. It didn't take long to the get fire going, and soon enough, they were all gathered around it in a circle.

"My dad's already gonna kill me, so what's this mandatory meeting about?" Pope voiced Rosie's thoughts.

"You ready for this?" John B looked around the circle, building up the anticipation.

"The gold never went down with the Royal Merchant."

Pope rolled his eyes across from Rosie, "Here we go again with this--"

"Hear him out, all right?" JJ cut in.

All eyes shifted back to John B as he spoke, "It's been here the whole time. It's on the island."

Rosie's jaw dropped, "Are you serious?"

"Oh my god!" Kie's eyes widened.

"I'd like to voice my skepticism," Pope chimed in.

"I'm sure you would. But can I please present you my evidence, sir?" John B stood up from his seat and rounded the fire.

Pope waved his hand, "Proceed."

Rosie watched in awe as John B explained his discover. She could only watch speechless as he went on about how Denmark Tanny had buried the gold on the Tannyhill plantation before his death. All they needed was an original survey map of the property.

JJ hopped up from his seat and hugged his friend, lifting him off the ground, "I'm so proud of you right now," he grabbed his face.

"So what's the plan?" Pope brought them back to the task.

"Good question," John B nudged JJ off, "Sarah Cameron's coming tonight and she's gonna bring an original survey map--"

"Hold on," Kie cut in. Rosie sighed, already knowing what was about to happen, "Sarah? Why Sarah?"

John B proceeded to explain that Sarah had gotten him into the archives of UNC the day before, but Rosie felt herself zoning out of the oncoming fight. Her eyes shifted to the side where she caught JJ's gaze.

He quickly looked away, but she held her stare. In the chaos of the past hour or so, Rosie had pushed aside the events of the day before; and the events of the day before that. Guilt crept up on her over the fact she'd almost forgotten. Because what she saw in her car yesterday was something she could never forget. And neither was what happened at the movie.

Rosie continued to stare at JJ. She knew he felt her gaze, but his eyes remained trained on John B and Kiara. She frowned. They needed to have a conversation about, well, about everything. As much as Rosie wanted to ignore it and move on, she knew that it would only end up with her injuring another body part in an attempt to push him out of her mind.

Rosie must have stared at the blond boy for a while because by the time she was torn out of her daze, John B and Kie's fight was over and they were getting up to leave. She pushed herself off the log, but immediately flinched back at the pressure on her right hand. Rosie grunted in frustration and rose up from her spot.

"I'll put the fire out," JJ called as they all prepared to leave the site.

"Alright," John B called. He, Pope, and Kie walked away from the site, "Rosie, you comin'?"

"Yea," she sighed, "I need to piss, first. Gimme a minute."

Rosie waited until the three were out of sight to turn to JJ. He had busied himself with the fire, clearly avoiding her. She paused for a moment, unsure of what to say or do.

"JJ?" she cringed at how feeble her voice sounded.

He grunted, but continued tossing dirt over the fire. Rosie frowned.

"I saw you yesterday. Outside the police station," her throat went dry as she spoke.

He paused his movements before continuing again.

"I know."

He voice caught in her throat. He must have spotted her car. Rosie wasn't sure what to do. So she let instinct take over.

Rosie stepped in front of JJ, blocking him from the fire. He opened his mouth to protest but shut it as Rosie wrapped her arms around him. Her arms snaked up around his neck, and she let her head rest on his shoulder. His body tensed underneath her. She responded by pulling him in tighter. He sighed, but gave in and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her heart skipped a beat when he did so.

They stood in silence for a moment. Nothing needed to be said, in Rosie's opinion. She knew JJ. He didn't want to talk about it.

"What'd you do to your hand?" he grumbled into her neck.

"Got in a fight with my car window. I lost," she mumbled back against his shoulder.

"Dumbass."

She smiled softly against the fabric of his shirt and wondered if he could feel it. Standing wrapped up in his arms like this was euphoric. Rosie hadn't realized how strongly she longed for something as simple as human touch. But not just any human touch. JJ's.

Just as she closed her eyes in bliss, she was ripped from it. Something must have snapped inside JJ as his body tensed again and he shoved Rosie off of him. She took several steps back and shyly wrapped her arms around herself, feeling dejected. Rosie had never been a shy girl. Why was she acting like one all of a sudden?

"They're waiting for us," JJ's voice was smooth, as if nothing had just happened. He walked ahead.

He frustrated her to no end. Every time she actually wanted to open up and felt like confronting her inner turmoil, he pushed her away. But Rosie couldn't blame him, beacuse she did the same. It was an ongoing, vicious cycle. One opened up, and the other closed off. And Rosie was getting quite fed up with it.

Rosie resisted the urge to pull him back and followed a few paces behind. The unidentifiable feeling inside of her was beginning to boil over, and if Rosie didn't do something about it soon, she was bound to explode.

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 5 years ago

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Imagine:

The reader is nervous to tell Erik that she is attracted to women too and when he finds out he teachers her how to pick up women and eventually he lets her find one for a threesome.

That was a long explanation LOL.

Black women are art.

They come in all shapes and sizes.

All different textures of hair and tones of skin.

Y/N was a lover of women...literally.

She didn’t come to terms with that until she was about a year into her relationship with Erik Stevens. They were friends turned lovers. The day Y/N came to the realization was during one of Erik’s nude photo sessions. He was a very popular artist and photographer in LA. Y/N would always stop by Erik’s studio while he was working to admire her man’s work in action.

This particular day was a rainy day and a client had begged Erik to photograph her nude. It was late in the evening as well. When she walked in, Y/N’s heart stopped. She had to catch her breath. The woman was a walking flame. Tall, long thick legs, copious amount of cleavage and a whole lot of ass to match. Her pecan colored skin glistened from the rain and her short curly hair lay pressed against her scalp in pretty chocolate swirls.

Y/N could feel herself squirming in the faux fur lounge chair in Erik’s studio that he bought just for her. She could even see her man checking that woman out. Y/N wasn’t jealous or envious. She was looking without shame herself and the voice inside her head kept whispering take off your clothes, and she’s so fucking sexy...I wonder what she tastes like.

The minute the woman’s amber-colored eyes landed on hers, Y/N was in a half-conscious state. They had a little staring contest for at least a minute while Erik set up. The woman licked her lips, allowing her eyes to study all of Y/N. Y/N found herself blushing at that, unable to stare at the goddess any longer.

“Erik, who is your beautiful guest?” Her silvery voice made Y/N swallow spit nervously.

“Oh, that’s my baby girl, Y/N.” Erik looks over at Y/N giving her a wink. She returned it before giggling.

“Really? I’m jealous.”

She walks over to Y/N, reaching out her hand to greet her.

“Hi, I’m Raven.”

“Y-Y/N,” her soft slender hand was warm and slightly wet from the rain. Y/N wanted to lick the rain from Raven’s fingers.

“Such a pretty name...and such a pretty girl.”

“Raven....” Erik says playfully, “Are you hitting on my chick?”

“Maybe, is that a problem?” She sassed Erik.

“Nah, no problem, I understand. But she’s mines, Ray,” Erik looked over at them both with a lopsided grin, “Right, Y/N?”

“Right,” Y/N spoke in a breathy tone.

“She doesn’t look so convinced, Erik,” Raven leans in close to Y/N to whisper in her ear, “It’s okay, does he know?”

Y/N shys away, lowering her head to her lap.

“I see...” Raven gave Y/N a somber look before stroking her cheek with her pointer finger, standing straight and sauntering away with a switch of her hips that Y/N couldn’t help but admire.

That’s when she realized that she was really really into women. She came to terms with being bisexual and to stop denying it. The only thing is...how does she tell Erik?

—————————————

“Erik...we need to talk.”

Y/N wanted to have the “big talk” about her newfound sexuality with her boyfriend. Erik was in his darkroom developing polaroids. The red hue of the lights looked enticing against his almond skin. She’d been avoiding this with him for about a month since the last encounter. Now, it was eating away at her and she needed to get it off her chest before she exploded.

“Uh-oh...did I do something wrong?” He puts on a faux worried tone.

“No, babe. But...maybe I did.” She fiddled with her fingers while standing across from him. Erik’s eyebrows creased, stopping his motions all together to look at her.

“Y/N, what’s going on with you?” He steps around the table that held all of his developing equipment, “I already know something is bothering you I just didn’t wanna put you on the spot. I wanted you to come to me about it when you were ready.”

“I’m ready now,” she looks off to the side, “I think...”

“Don’t push it,” Erik reassures her before planting a kiss to her forehead over her curly bang, “It’s no rush, love.” He gave her one final smile before turning to walk away.

“ I’m bisexual, Erik.”

She clamped both her hands over her mouth.

Erik stopped in his tracks, his broad muscular back flexed as he turned to face her again. He was looking at her with a neutral expression, much to her worry. Y/N closed her eyes, bringing her hands up to wrap around her body. She needed something to do to calm her nerves so she paced back and forth in the darkroom.

“I-I’ve always known...no, I’ve confused it with just admiration but...but that day...in the art studio...Raven, you remember Raven, right?...yeah, Raven...”

She kicked the carpeted ground, her eyes staring down at the floor. Erik didn’t say anything. He just stood there with his arms folded across his chest, staring at her. His stares could be so mysterious. She didn’t know what he was thinking.

“So, apparently she had me figured out,” Y/N laughs with a shaky breath, “I was so turned on by her. It’s like it hit me full force.”

Y/N chanced a look at Erik, instantly looking away when she connected with his russet eyes. They looked almost black in that room.

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous to tell you about this. We’ve known each other for years.” She stroked her hair back only for it to fall into her eyes again.

It was quiet. Y/N fiddled with Erik’s camera to calm herself and hopefully avoid crying. Erik’s body finally relaxed as he walked up to her and squeezing in front of her. He grabs the camera, taking his hands to pick Y/N’s small body up and plant her on top of his work table. She looked off to the side again, but Erik takes his hand to grab her chin gently, making her look at him. He could feel her shaking against him.

“Baby girl...breathe.”

She inhaled in and exhaled out.

“Good girl,” He strokes her chin with his thumb, “Why did you keep this away from me for a month?”

“Because I thought you’d be mad. I thought you’d think I was dishonest.” She spoke with a little voice.

“Baby,” Erik strokes her bangs back from her eyes, “You can’t just assume shit like that. You don’t know how I feel unless you ask. What I say about this shit when we first started dating? We keep it at 100. No matter what, remember?”

“Yes, but,”

“Shhhh,” he placed a finger on her heart-shaped lips, “No buts. You keep it real with me.”

Erik steps back a little to lean into the table with his arms braced on both sides of her body. Y/N’s legs swing and her eyes stare down at her lap. Erik once again lifts her chin, Y/N noticing a lazy smirk on his face.

“So, my girl likes girls?”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“Yes, Erik. I could have sworn I just admitted that” she spoke sarcastically.

“Have you ever kissed a girl?”

“...yes...” she nods her head slowly.

“When?”

“Uhh...Best friend lingerie party.”

Erik raised his brows, “you gonna tell me how that went?”

Y/N laughs, “uhh...it was a drunken kiss, nothing special...but it made me feel tingly. It happened so fast. She told me she’d wanted to do that all night because she liked my lingerie.” Y/N giggles, covering her face.

“I bet you looked really sexy in that lingerie,” Erik smiles with deep dimples, “Did a girl ever touch you?” His voice got lower.

“No, but I’ve thought about it, a lot.”

“Hmm,” Erik looked down at her swinging legs, “I’m sure you can probably guess that I have no problem what so ever with this.”

“Yeah, it makes me feel better.”

“Like no problem. It’s actually making my dick hard as fuck right now.”

Y/N looked into his eyes, taking her hand to place over his crotch. Sure enough, she could feel his length and thickness at full capacity. Erik grabs that hand, placing it inside of his grey sweats so that she could feel him better. Y/N parts her lips before licking her bottom lip slowly.

“I’m just picturing my girl eating some pussy.”

She was picturing that now too.

“And fucking some fine bitches pussy with all those sex toys you got,” He went to whisper in her ear, “rubbing clits together and cumming all over each other...”

“Stop,” she spoke in a weak tone.

“Sucking and licking on a bitch hard nipples,” Erik’s hand was making its way inside of her pajama shorts, “I just wanna watch, baby girl.”

“You can join too,” she spoke softly, opening her legs for his access.

“Oh, yeah? You want me to fuck you and another bitch?”

“Yesss,” she was grinding her hips into his hand. Erik was rubbing circles around her clit.

“You don’t know what you just started, baby girl,” Erik rips her shorts off at the crotch. She took in a sharp breath watching her man roughly pull her legs apart, lowering himself to the ground to eat her pussy. All she could see was his dark head of dreads moving back and forth between her legs. The red hue light above swung back and forth from Y/N accidentally hitting it. He was showing her just how much he loved that she was bisexual and that he didn’t care about that shit he loved her either way. Erik parts her legs further by using the back of his hands to lift her feet on the table. Her toes curled and her hand rested on the back of his head, guiding him as he sucked on her clit. She stared down at him open-mouthed and unable to make a sound.

Y/N’s eyes would shut tightly. She could feel her pussy convulse on Erik’s lips and tongue. He looked up at her with his almost black eyes, that pink tongue appearing red in the darkroom. She creased her brows, small notes of a whimper trying to escape her voice box but there was no use. Erik was rendering her speechless over and over again. Her juices mixed with his saliva was dripping from the table to the floor. She fell back against the table, resting her body over the many polaroids that Erik developed. Wherever she went he followed because Y/N had such a tight hold on his dreads with her fingers. Next thing she knew, Erik places his whole mouth over her pussy, slurping her up something serious. She bit down on her lip, thighs shaking but Erik held the meaty flesh back for better access.

Y/N lifts onto her elbows, finally a soft moan flowing from her mouth. Erik hums into her pussy. He knew that she was close, he could tell by the way she convulsed on his tongue and in between his lips. She wanted to scream, and Erik was going to pull it out of her. He starts tongue kissing her clit with his slippery wet tongue, directly over her trigger point.

“Daddy, Yes!” She spoke softly between moans, “Daddy, yes, please, I’m gonna cum for you!”

Y/N’s body trembled as she came undone on his tongue. Erik didn’t stop, he was so hungry and horny for this girl. She was letting out choked up moans because he kept going.

“Scream,” He spoke into her pussy between licks and sucks.

She screams.

—————————-

Y/N sat on Erik’s lap in a local bar that a friend of his from childhood owned. They were having a great time hanging out with mutual friends playing pool and taking shots. It was Erik’s round to shoot pool with one of his homeboys so Y/N got up from his lap to follow him to the table. Erik grabs the chalk from his friend to chalk the end of the pool stick. Y/N and Erik were on teams of course. He taught her the game even though she still struggled from time to time.

“You’re gonna rack the 8-ball game, Erik?” Their close friend, Tony asks. Tony and Erik were in the Naval Academy together.

“Yeah, I can do it.” Erik starts racking the balls.

The game was very short between Tony and Erik. Erik was close to winning but Tony got him good in the end. He was rather pissed off about that but Y/N kissing him settled his sour mood. Just when their lips parted, a girl caught Y/N’s eye in her peripheral. Short, 4C curly bush, a black wrap top on that allowed her perky cleavage to spill over and tight stretch pants that cinched her plump waistline and exaggerated her big behind. She had a lot to show and wasn’t afraid to do it either. She looked like a 1970s disco goddess.

“Who is that?” Y/N asked, noticing her talking to Tony and a few other people they both knew.

“Oh, that’s Dashawn.” Y/N looked at him to elaborate.

“She’s Tony’s sister's ex-girlfriend.”

“Oh,” Y/N looked over at Dashawn. She perched her round ass on the edge of the pool table. All the men gawked at the weight she was carrying on her back. Y/N could see the dimples in her ass through her pants.

“See something you like, Princess?”

Erik caught her staring. Y/N gave him a shy smile.

“Yes, she’s very pretty.”

“C’mon,” Erik gave her a look as if to say really.

“Okay...she’s fucking sexy.”

“There you go,” Erik wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, “you wanna spit some game?”

“What?” She looked up at Erik with a staggering expression.

“You heard what the fuck I said don’t act like you didn’t,” Erik says with a burst of laughter.

“You just want me to...go up to her and try and talk to her?”

“It’s an art to this shit baby girl,” Erik pulls Y/N away from the pool table and back to their seat. She took her usual spot on his lap, giving him her undivided attention.

“First off, it's all about the eyes. see,” Erik gives her a look but it was the usual look that would make Y/N cave every time. He would always make his eyes really low and sultry, focusing on you with an unblinking and lustful expression. She was already squirming in his lap.

“See, like that. I got your attention and all I did was look at you.”

“You’re so good at that. I’d probably end up being all shy.”

“Just give it a try, go give Dashawn a look.”

Y/N was hesitant.

“Baby, it's okay,” Erik rubs her back soothingly, “I’m okay with it. I really wanna see you pick up other women. It’s sexy”

“And it turns you on,” Y/N added.

“Yeah, it does,” Erik makes his dick jump against Y/N’s ass.

“Go show Daddy how you do it,” he whispers.

Y/N got up from Erik’s lap, Erik slapping her ass. Y/N was smoothing down her velour mini skirt before walking over towards Dashawn’s direction. She was currently watching another pool game, a drink in her hand that had a blue color; Y/N guessed it was probably Hypnotiq.

“I wanna go next round, who’s gonna play with me?”

“I will.” Y/N spoke up.

Dashawn noticed Y/N leaning over the edge of the pool table, her velour cropped hoodie zipped down low enough to show her large breasts. She gave her best “Erik stare” hoping that it was working. Erik always said that Y/N’s Chestnut deep-set eyes were his favorite. Slowly but surely, a smile crept up Dashawn’s downturned lips that were painted a matte brown. Y/N allowed her eyes to travel up and down Dashawn’s body quickly before she sat up straighter with a bounce of her tits in a flirty manner. Dashawn liked that, her eyes were round and prominent now.

“Sure,” Dashawn’s kinky fro bounced as she nodded her head, “what’s your name?” She had a light voice. Her voice definitely didn’t match the way she looked. It was so adorable.

“It’s Y/N,” She reached across the pool table. Dashawn practically bumped into Tony reaching out for Y/N’s hand. Her walnut-colored skin clashed beautifully against Y/N’s honey brown skin. Y/N shook it slow, still holding that same gaze just to reel Dashawn in further before letting her hand go while allowing her fingers to feather the inside of her palm. She could see Dashawn’s shoulders jump from that.

“Did you come alone?” Dashawn asked.

“No,” She pointed over at Erik seated with his eyes on her, “I came with Erik.”

Dashawn followed Y/N’s finger, spotting Erik and smiling wide.

“E?! You’re...” she trailed off, pointing her finger between both Erik and her.

“Yes, he’s my man,” Y/N gave Dashawn a soft smile.

“Oh, okay,” Dashawn nods her head again, placing some hair behind her ear before looking away with a flicker of annoyance. Y/N fought a smile.

“So, we’re gonna go next?” Y/N tilted her head at Dashawn with a bite of her lip.

“Of course!” Dashawn giggled nervously, “Sorry, it’s the drink.”

“No worries, you’re laugh is really cute.”

Y/N gave Dashawn one final look before walking away and back to Erik. The closer she got, she put her thumbs up at him, Erik smiling behind a cup of liquor.

“How was that?”

“Perfect. You had her drooling, ma.”

“I thought it would be so hard.”

Erik gave her a funny look, “Do you see how fine you are? You ain’t even have to do that and Dashawn ass would be staring.”

He was excited now.

“I wanna see you flirt with her some more. Show me how you would flirt with another woman.”

“You are a mess,” Y/N laughs.

“Nah, I’m hooked.”

Once the others were finished, Dashawn and Y/N started a game. Dashawn was really good. Y/N was impressed.

“You’re like, a fucking pro at pool.”

“My dad taught me,” She went her turn, making the shot.

“What is it that you can’t do?”

“I can’t sing.”

It was Y/N’s turn, “With a voice that cute I would have thought otherwise.”

Dashawn blushes, leaning against her pool stick. Y/N arched her body over the pool table, aiming for the ball she needed and making the shot. Her skirt was spread over her bubble booty, the back of her thighs catching the light from the pool area. Dashawn tilted her head when she thought Y/N wasn’t paying attention to check her out. Y/N lifted up, turning towards Dashawn with hungry eyes.

“See something you like, Dashawn?”

The girl was speechless.

“Your turn, beautiful.”

Dashawn missed her shot. She was so enamored with what Y/N said that she was thrown off her game.

“What happened to all those winning shots!”

“You’re distracting me!” The alcohol started giving her courage.

“How so?” Y/N was tipsy herself.

“You’re just so damn beautiful that’s why,” Dashawn slapped her forehead, “oh shit, somebody come grab this drink away from me! I’m hitting on Erik’s girl,” Dashawn pouts, “I know you’re off-limits.”

“If you say so,” Y/N went her turn. Dashawn gave her a look, ready to open her mouth to speak but Erik approached. Dashawn looked at both of them with an envious eye.

“Daddy, I have to finish the game,” Y/N couldn’t pull away from his tight hold.

“I’m horny, gimme some pussy...”

He was drunk off that Hennessy and he wanted to deliver some Henny dick. Y/N knew she was in for a long exhausting night including multiple orgasms and no feeling in her legs.

“Daddy...” she leans back from him, “Can I finish my game with Dashawn? I like being in her company.”

Y/N looked across the table, noticing Dashawn looking away quickly.

“Why don’t you and Dashawn exchange numbers after this? Keep in touch.”

“I already planned on doing that.”

“Oh, shit,” Erik kisses her neck, finally letting her go, “finish your little game then we’re leaving.”

She smiles, “fine.”

Dashawn ended up winning. Y/N informed her and everyone else that she was about to leave with Erik. Dashawn’s face fell slightly but the minute Y/N pulled her into a tight hug a blush replaced her somber expression. They were chest against chest, arms wrapped around each other's waists. When Y/N pulled away she gave Dashawn one final longing stare before licking her lips to speak.

“We should exchange numbers. You know...to hang out some other time.”

“Definitely. I’d like that.”

Both women exchanged numbers.

“Wish I could stay longer but,” Y/N tilted her head towards Erik.

“Oh, I understand. Have fun.” Dashawn gave Y/N a smirk before walking away.

———————————-

Erik has been thinking about it for a few weeks since Y/N confessed to being bisexual. Her and Dashawn hung out a few times but nothing actually happened between them. They just remained friends. That was cool and all and he was happy his girl was making new friends but he couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like having a threesome.

She had to be down for that.

After laying the pipe on Y/N for the second time that day, Erik peeked at his dick growing hard again under the covers, pushing into Y/N‘s ass.

“Again?” She asked in a sleepy tone.

“Do you even know what you do to me, girl?”

She sat up, the covers falling away from her large breasts, “Do you even know what you do to me?”

She pulled the covers back, climbing on top of him with a quake in her thighs. She was still sore from a couple of hours ago.

“Oh, I know,” Erik lines his dick up with her still wet pussy, “I remember how much I had to work to get you to even look at me.”

Y/N slid down his length with ease. She closed her eyes, reaching out her hands to place against his chest. Erik grabs her waist, thrusting his hips up into her slowly.

“You-you remember the first time we had sex?” Erik asked with a struggle.

“Of course I do, baby,” Y/N smiles before her lips parted, a soft moan rolling off her tongue, “It was so intense. I felt like a virgin again.”

“This pussy is still just as tight and wet as the first time,” Erik arches Y/N over him a little so he could thrust into her pussy deeper. Her ass slapped against his thighs and balls each time he bottomed out inside of her.

“Daddy,” Y/N asked between strokes, “I want to have a threesome.”

“W-what?” He was drilling her pussy at this point.

“I want to have a threesome!”

Erik slowed down, Y/N leaning back to look at him.

“I want us to have sex with another woman.”

“When?” Erik’s dick got harder inside of her. Y/N shivered from the stretch.

“A-anytime D-daddy. I-I really want it.”

“Fuck,” Erik could hear her creamy pussy, “Goddam, you hear that? Your pussy making them noises daddy like when he fucking you.”

Her pussy made loud squelching sounds.

“Hell yeah, I want us to have a threesome. Hell. Yeah.”

“Daddy, you’re so excited,” Y/N started fucking him herself, “You’ve been fantasizing about me eating pussy and getting my pussy ate and fucked by another woman?”

“How you gonna let another bitch eat that pussy?”

“Ima sit on her face and ride,” she rode him, working her hips.

“Mmm, I can’t wait to see that shit. My balls filling up with all this cum, Princess. You ready for me to nut in this pussy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she bounced on him harder.

“Yeah, work that dick, show out baby.”

Erik has his hands behind his head but from time to time he would slap her ass.

“I felt that puss grip my fucking dick. You better cum all over me too.”

“Yeah, Ima cum all over you, baby.” She was in an entrancing and numbing state with his dick deep inside of her pussy.

“Fuck, Daddy, this big dick!”

She pressed hard into his chest, her body seizing up and her orgasm hitting her full force. Erik was close behind, thrusting into her with an almost blur of his hips before he pushed deep into her pussy, holding it there while his cum spilled out of his dick and in and around her pussy. Every time she spasmed his cum would spill from the sides of her pussy lips because his dick was still tightly sheathed inside of her.

“FUCK. You always have me doing this shit. This good pussy always makes me cum so much.”

She slipped off of Erik to clean up her mess. Erik watched her lick and suck him clean with low eyes.

“We gotta find a fine ass bitch for the both of us, baby girl.”

“Mhm,” She licked her lips clean.

“Gimme a kiss.”

Y/N kissed Erik’s lips.

“Let’s plan it next weekend,” She suggests.

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