#curly will keep picking 2 until it works at which point he will pick 5 4 3 1 | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

watermelonlovershigh · 4 years ago

Text

Day in the Life of a Single Dad with a 2 Yr Old

This was requested by this anon.

AN: let me know if you guys like fluff fics & i'll try to write them as frequent as my smut & sicfics. also couldn't come up with a better title so... yeah the title is a lil iffy.

Things to help you understand this story better:

(Harry is a single parent/Harry is 25/Harry is a healthy eater/Loves his daughter so much)

Harry is peacefully sleeping in his bed alone. Covers to his chin, curled up on his side. That is until his beautiful two year old daughter comes barging in there to wake her daddy up. He shouldn't be asleep she thinks. It's too late. In reality its only 7 am on a Saturday, but to an early riser like her, he should be awake and playing with her. Or making her breakfast.

Her little feet pad over to her daddy's side of the bed. She can barley reach him due to the height of his bed, but manages to stretch her little arms up and taps on Harrys face. "Daddy, wake up." she speaks in her little British accent. Harry slowly opens his eyes and immediately squeezes them shut because of the sunlight coming from the window blinding him. "Daddy!!" his daughter says a little louder.

If his daughter was any older, Harry might tell her to wait a few minutes or go back to bed because it's too early, but he knows she's only 2. So he forces his eyes open again and reaches down to hook his hands in her tiny arm pits to lift her on the bed. "Why are you awake so early babe." he asks in a gravely voice, while placing her on his bare chest.

"I hungry." her tiny voice replies.

"Mhmm what would you like?" Harry mumbles sleepily.

"Sweets." she says innocently.

"I don't think so love. We don't eat sweets for breakfast. It will give you a tummy ache. What about a healthy fruit salad. We have some Watermelon and Strawberries in the fridge." he replies to his daughter who's straddling his chest.

"NO, I WANT SWEETS! I WANT SWEETS!" she yells back with angry tears threatening to escape.

"D/n, we do not yell!" her father speaks firmly. "We can't have sweets but we can have something other than a fruit salad if you want. Lets go down and see what we have." With a tight grip on his upset daughter, Harry gets out of bed and makes his way down the spiral staircase and into the kitchen.

This wasn't something new to him. Ever since his daughter turned 2 in August, she's been acting up a lot more than previously. You could say it was the terrible twos everyone talks about. Harry tries his hardest to teach her the proper ways to behave but it's been proven to be a lot more difficult than anticipated. Especially hard when he's busy all the time and isn't with her 24/7 like stay-at-home mums are or stay-at-home dads were. He's a musician. Not a so called musician that gets excited to book a Friday night at the local pub. No, Harry is a international pop star.

When he ended up getting a one-night stand pregnant, he told them they could do what they wanted as far keeping the baby or not. Harry has always been one to agree that its a women's choice. But his one-night stand wanted to have the baby. Honestly, you'd think Harry would get angry that she decided to keep it, but he wasn't. Maybe it wasn't the ideal situation to have a baby from a one-night stand that he had on tour, but he being the loving Harry everyone seems to know and love, of course tried to look at it as a positive thing. But when his daughter was born, his one-night stand got her minute of fame by saying she had Harry Styles baby and left. Abandoned her own blood. Harry had to get full custody of his daughter and ever since then she's been living with her daddy.

It was really hard the first few months of her life. A baby needs their mothers comfort and warmth and she had none of that. She never got the opportunity to breast feed or feel the love of her mother, and Harry feels sick just thinking about it. So Harry put his career on hold for a few months to take care of his daughter and show her that someone cares for her. He never wanted her to feel unloved. It was his biggest fear. That's why every day since the day she was born, he tells her how much he loves her. Shows her how much he loves her.

He did all her nightly feedings with warmed up formula in bottles. He changed her diapers at all hours of the day. He gave her baths every day to make sure she smelled nice and clean. And when she turned 1 years old and was getting more active, he took her to the studio with him and let her play her toys.

Just because Harry is a single parent doesn't mean he doesn't have help or support. He has a lot of help when it comes to taking care of his daughter. His sister Gemma babysits all the time for him when he's got something very important to do at the studio where he'd prefer if his daughter wasn't there. Harry's mum watches his daughter frequently when he has a interview he needs to attend. Even some of Harry's friends watch or take care of her when needed. Especially some of his ex bandmates that have kids of their own now. Harry's daughter has playdates with Bear, Liam's son about once a month. They're about the same age and their dads are friends so it works out great. His daughter has even played with Freddie, Louis's son. Not as much because Freddie lives in America but when he comes to England to spend time with his father they hang out. Freddie and Harry's daughter are quite similar. They were both created due to a one-night stand. The only difference is Freddie's mum wanted him. Didn't abandon him. So he has a relationship with both parents. Needless to say, besides all the things a mother can give to their child, his daughter has a good life. People love her, and once again that's all Harry could ask for. People and himself to love his daughter.

After fighting with his daughter about what to eat for breakfast, she finally settles for some Strawberry pancakes as long as they have chocolate syrup on top. Harry gives in and allows a little chocolate for her to have with breakfast. She sits in her high chair munching on the pancakes while Harry cleans the mess from cooking. Like washing the pan and wiping the stove off. When he's finished cleaning, he notices his daughter has stopped eating and is just making a mess with her food at this point.

Walking up to her high chair, Harry bends down and lifts her sticky body up and says, "Alright, time to give you a bath little one."

"No bath daddy! Me no want a bath!" she yells and attempts to kick her fathers legs but Harry grabs ahold of them in his big hand and stops her movements which makes her small body more angry. She screams very loud in his ear and pounds her baby fist in his shoulders, expressing her anger. Harry really wants to get upset. But what he's read in parenting books is that if you ignore their behavior and act like you don't see their tantrums, it will make it better and they'll give up on trying so hard to show their anger. Because most toddlers have tantrums to try and get attention from their parent(s). By ignoring it, you're not feeding into it.

"I'm sorry but you have chocolate all over you love. Need to get you clean because I need to take you to the studio for a few hours with me today. How does that sound?" trying to make bath time and going to the studio sound fun.

After fighting with Darcy to get in the bath, Harry finally got her in the tub. He struggled to wash her curly hair due to the fact she wouldn't sit still, even after he gave her a rubber ducky to play with. Once he's washed her hair and chocolate covered body, Harry picks her up and wraps her in a big fluffy towel, then takes her to her room to get changed. He manages to get a pull up on her, (still trying to potty train), and puts a lovely red track suit on her with some Gucci shoes. Then he carries her in front of the bathroom mirror to brush her hair.

"Be good for daddy and let me brush your hair." Harry tells his daughter in a gentle manner.

As soon as he passes the brush in her hair, his daughter screams, "Owww, it hurts daddy!"

10 minutes later, Harry has brushed her locks and put her hair into some cute pigtails. With his 2 year old crying in the process. He's pretty good at doing hair because he used to have longer hair himself. Then he picks her up off the counter and places her on the ground, walking her to his bedroom.

"Can you lay in my bed while I get ready? I'll put on your favorite show." he questions calmly.

"Peppa Pig, Peppa Pig, Peppa Pig!" is daughter chants.

"Alright, alright." He picks up his baby girl and sets her in the middle of his bed. Then he grabs the remote to turn his wall mounted tv on. He scrolls on Netflix and finds Peppa Pig to keep her occupied. Then goes to his bathroom to get dressed and ready to head to the studio.

When he exits his bathroom fully dressed and ready to leave, he finds a sleeping toddler on his bed, snuggled into his pillow. Her perfectly outlined lips slightly parted. Harry can't help but smile. He loves his baby girl with his entirety and seeing her peaceful like this makes him so happy. He turns the tv off and carefully picks her up into his arms and heads down the stairs to his car in the garage. But not before stopping by her room to pick up her mini backpack that holds extra pullups and a sippy cup full of juice, with some of her toys as well. Her tiny face is stuffed into her daddy's neck and Harry can feel light puffs of air hitting his skin. He puts his daughter in her car seat and buckles her up properly. Then gets in himself to drive to the studio.

About 5 minutes away from the studio, Darcy wakes up from her late morning nap and whines out, "Me wanna go home and play with you!"

"I'm sorry but I have to work for a little bit. I'll play with you when we get home later. How does that sound Hmm?" She was not satisfied with her fathers answer and starts wailing. Hot salty tears run down her little cheeks and she makes exaggerated sounds to emphasize her crying. She kicks at the seat in front of her and balls her fist up as if she's going to hit something but unfortunately to her, she can't reach a single thing due to her seat belt. Once again, Harry just ignores her cries of anger and turns the radio on loud to block it out.

By the time they arrive at the studio, Harry's daughter has calmed down. She's still upset but at least she isn't crying and that's progress in Harry's eyes. He parks his car in a secluded area to hide from potential paparazzi and unbuckles her. Then shields her face form potential cameras and make their way into the music studio. Harry has to record some audio for his newest album so that's why he needed to come in today. They enter the studio where the rest of his solo band is. He prefers to record the instruments live instead of manufactured drums and guitars.

At some point when he was getting ready in his home bathroom, Harry had called his assistant and told her he needed to bring his daughter in to the studio with him so she could watch her while he's busy. She agreed but being Harry Styles assistant, it wasn't really an option. Not that Harry would force her but she's an assistant for a reason. To do jobs Harry assigns her. In this case babysit his toddler while he records a song. He doesn't have anyone else today and unfortunately can't leave her at home with a mummy like many other fathers can. He's just happy his job allows his daughter to be somewhat a part of it. Not in the spotlight because he keeps his daughters identity a secret from the public for her protection, but as far as her going to the studio with him or when she gets older, she can come on tour with him.

Harry's assistant takes his toddler and her mini backpack full of her essentials. They hang out in the open area, out of the way from his band and he himself so he can get what he needs to get done so they can wrap everything up for the album. Harry's daughter actually loves his assistant. They have grown quite close over the 2 years of her life. But because she's going through her terrible twos, the toddler didn't want to behave for anyone today.

About an hour into Harry's work, he's interrupted with a frantic assistant that has a screaming toddler in her arms. "I'm sorry Harry but she's been crying for about 30 minutes and I've done everything I know to do to get her to calm down." Harry isn't upset his assistant came to him for help with his baby. That's not the type of guy he is.

Harry takes off his headphones and walks over to them. He picks his little girl up into his tattooed arms and questions, "Love, why are you upset for? If you keep crying, you'll end up with a tummy ache."

She just hugs around her fathers neck with her little arms and says, "Want you daddy." Those words almost breaks his heart. Harry doesn't know where this sudden want for him has came from.

"You can have me all you want when I'm finished working, alright. I'll be done shortly." He struggles to pass her back over to his assistant, but finally manages. "Maybe she's hungry. I'll give you a few pounds to take her through drive thru at McDonalds. Would you like McDonalds d/n?" She just nods her pigtailed head. He would suggest for them to go inside, but the public knows what his assistant looks like so they'd know that was his daughter. The daughter that has her identity secret for now. His assistant takes the toddler to the McDonalds drive thru and orders her some chicken nuggets. Even through Harrys pescatarian, he still allows his daughter to eat meats. Then Harry goes back to work in the studio.

Around 2 in the afternoon, Harry and the two year old make it back home. The rest of the evening was a little hectic with a few tantrums here and there. Harry cooked them a nice meal for dinner at about 6 and played dolls with her in the short period of time she wasn't upset. Then comes the dreaded bedtime.

Harry changes her into some pjs and helps her brush her teeth. Then when he went to put her in bed, she started crying for the 100th time today. "Me sleep with you daddy." she cries out. There's a part of him that wants to say yes and cave in, but the parent part of him is saying no. She needs to learn to be a big girl. Harry really doesn't understand why she wants to sleep with him all the sudden. She normally has no problem sleeping by herself.

"No baby. You need to be a big girl and sleep in your bed sweetheart. I'm right next door if you need me though okay." His daughter clings to his body and cries fat tears. Harry decides to stay in her room until she falls asleep. So that's what he does. When she subsumes to sleep, he lays her down in her bed and pulls the covers up over her frail body. Then exits her room quietly.

Harry changes into some comfier clothes himself and goes down stairs to get himself a glass of wine. Then he sits on the sofa and turns a series on to watch before bed. Times like now is when he wishes he had a wife. He'd even take a girlfriend. Just someone to hold him late at night and cuddle with him. Even have some type of intimacy. Ever since he found out about his daughter, Harrys game of sleeping around stopped. He didn't want to keep sleeping with random girls when he was becoming a dad. He was raised better than that. So needless to say he was lonely. In every way possible. Mentally, and physically.

Whilst in the middle of the show he's watching, Harry is brought back to reality when he hears a blood-curdling scream from up the stairs. He rushes to set his wine down on the coffee table and runs to his daughters room. When he walks in there, his heart sinks. The toddler is crying so hard she's gasping for air. It's a different cry that he's seen through-out the day. Unlike her terrible twos tantrums, this cry sounds like she's scared. Harry runs to her and picks her up. "Hey what's wrong my love? Tell daddy what's wrong." he asks of his child, soothing her to his chest.

As her tears slow down in the comfort of her daddy's arms, she mumbles, "You left me." Once again Harrys confused because she never acts like this.

Harry walks out her bedroom and goes to sit with her on the sofa downstairs. Then he turns her around on his lap to look at her face more clearly. "Baby, you need to tell daddy why you got scared or why you want me all the sudden."

The little 2 year old takes a deep breath and speaks in her little accent, "On Peppa Pig, they...they said kids like me are supposed to have a mummy AND a daddy. They said daddies can't love their babies like mummy's can. Me was scared you don't love me anymore." Her voice cracked saying the last bit with fresh tears running down her face and Harry has glossy eyes looking down at his distressed but beautiful mini twin. That's right. They look almost exactly alike. He thanks God every day for that because he doesn't want to look at his daughter and be reminded of a one-night stand that's a piece of shit of a mother.

"Look at me d/n. I love you so so so much. I will NEVER stop loving you." at this point he has to take a deep breath so compose his emotions, "And not all kids have mummies. There are a lot of kids who just have a daddy or some just have a mummy. But it doesn't mean I love you any less. Okay?! Don't listen to what they said in Peppa Pig. They were wrong." Finishing his speech, Harry pulls her tiny body forward and hugs her to his warm chest. He has silent tears running down his face. Both hands spread over her boney back. He thinks tonight is appropriate enough to allow her to sleep with him. She needs comfort. "Would you still like to sleep with me?" he asks in a whisper.

"Pleaseee." she responds while crying. Harry stands form the couch, turning the television off and abandoning his barley touched wine glass, and goes to his bedroom. The turns the overhead light off and walks over to the bed. Peeling the covers back, Harry and his daughter, whose on his chest, slide under the warm blankets together. Now she has just about stopped crying. Just little whimpers leaving her body, along with a few hiccups. Harry reaches over to turn the lamp off, leaving the room completely dark. He shushes his baby until her eyes slowly close and she falls asleep with her face burred in his neck and arms around his neck. Her short legs lay limp over his stomach.

Harry has a difficult time falling asleep that night. He feels sorry for his baby girl because he worries that movies and shows with two parents will make her sad and left out because she doesn't have a mummy. He just prays she will see all she'll ever need is her daddy to protect her and love her for the rest of eternity.

MASTERLIST & My Favorite Harry Styles Fics MASTERLIST

#fluff #harrystyles #harrystylesoneshot #dad!harry #dad harry #dadharry #dadharrystyles #harry #styles #singleparent #harrystylessingleparent #comfort #terribletwos #ddm #daddydaughtermoments

171 notes · View notes

mrslilyrogers · 5 years ago

Text

Betrayal Part 7

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: (AU) Set in New York. You and Bucky have been married for 5 years. He’s the love of your life and you are his. At least, you thought you were until he started slipping away from you, coming home late and smelling of another woman’s perfume? You are in denial. Are you just losing your mind or are you really losing him?

Author’s notes: I’m so so sorry this took so long! I redid the whole thing. We’re going to back up a bit in this chapter and visit the past. Please check the warnings before reading. Also, my requests are open. Send ideas if you’re feeling particularly angsty! Or even fluff, I’d like to try my hand at it. As always, let me know what you think of this chapter! For tags, please send in ask!

Warnings: Cheating, Angst, Abuse, Swearing

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

2 years ago.

Bucky tapped his fingers on the table as he checked his watch again. 8:15. Forty-five minutes late. Again. He let out a huge sigh, barely able to hold himself from scratching his eyes out. The curly-haired waitress went back to him with an apologetic look on her face, “I’m sorry, sir. My manager told me I really need to take your order now. There’s already a line waiting outside…” she let her sentence trail sheepishly. Bucky tried to ignore the heat creeping up his cheeks and gave her an unconvincing smile instead, reciting his order. When she left with visible relief on her face, he picked up his phone and called his wife again. He had tried to call and text her earlier but she hadn’t picked up.

“Hello?” Y/N answered, sounding frazzled and irritated as she cleaned up after her rude customer. He just had the audacity to leave a mess after complaining and whining about the wifi three times. She could barely keep her eyes from rolling.

“Hey, babe. Where are you? I’ve been waiting for you at the restaurant,” Bucky’s defeated voice on the other line replied.

“Oh shit!” She shrieked, attracting the heads of the other customers as she glanced at the clock on the wall. She had lost track of time. Bucky had been waiting for her for almost an hour. On their anniversary. Oh crap, crap, crap.

“Oh my god, baby. I’m so sorry! I’m understaffed and I lost track of time! Could you please wait for me? I’m so sorry!” She quickly took off her apron and changed into the dress she had brought with her that morning for their date. Bucky had been planning this. He arranged for Lizzie’s babysitter and everything, practically bouncing off with excitement for this night. He wanted to try out this new restaurant and between raising Lizzie and making sure Winter Bakery was still making a profit, they haven’t seen much of each other lately. She just couldn’t find the time whereas Bucky’s stable position in Shield gave him more authority to delegate. And he literally had been trained for this for years. All those late-nighters at the university and all the grunt work he and Steve went through have finally paid up. They were at the top of their game, one of the youngest to acquire their positions. They were heroes in the investment banking world. Life was easy for him now, cherry on top of the cake. He only wished Y/N could be there with him. But she was still on shaky ground with her business and he fully understood that.

“Of course! I already picked our appetizers though. They were trying their best to kick me out gently if I didn’t order anything,”

“Oh, my poor Bucky. You should’ve flashed them your smile, charmed your way. They would’ve made you stay,” she replied, fixing her ponytail, not having the time to retouch her makeup anymore. This’ll just have to do.

“Really, now. It was a waitress, you know.” He teased back.

A beat before Y/N replied in mock seriousness. “In that case, don’t you dare. I’ll be there in 15!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. See you, babe. I love you--,”

But before he could even finish his sentence, the line had dropped on the other end.

_______________________________________________________________________

1 year ago.

“Daddy, look, apples!” Lizzie pointed from her seat in the grocery cart. Her legs swinging as she giggled at the heap of apples on their side. “Yeah, baby, you’re right.” Bucky replied absentmindedly, not even bothering to look as he stared confusedly at the bunch of green vegetables in front of him. The list Y/N gave him said scallions, but how the hell was he supposed to know which was which? Scallions, spring onions, green onions, they were all the same right? He suddenly regretted volunteering to do their grocery shopping alone, having no clue what half of the list Y/N prepared even meant. It was the weekend, they were all supposed to go together and then have a quick visit to the toy store after, for one more of Lizzie’s birthday gifts. She had just turned 3 a week ago and he couldn’t help but promise to let her pick out another doll. When Y/N had given him a pointed look while Lizzie clung on and gushed to him, he couldn’t help but to just give her a tiny shrug. He grew up with nothing, he was gonna give his little girl everything. But that morning when he thought the three of them finally had time to spend together, Y/N couldn’t make it again. She was having problems with her manager and had to go into work unexpectedly. Now, she wasn’t even answering his calls when he had to ask her about the most complicated grocery list he’s ever seen in his whole life.

“Daddy, when are we getting my doll?” Lizzie asked again, looking up at him as she clutched her favorite white wolf stuffed toy.

“After this, sweetheart.” He answered, preoccupied and calling Y/N again. This time when she didn’t answer, he gave up, grabbed the one nearest to him and hoped for the best.

When he’s gotten halfway through the list and let Lizzie point at the snacks she wanted for school, he let his mind wander, when the hell had they become like this? He barely saw his wife anymore. Her problems with her bakery cafe, always dragging her away from them. He wished she could find competent people who would stay but if it weren’t her manager, it was her baker and so on. And if she was finally free, he’d be the one who was busy. It was hard and annoying but coupled that with taking care of an over-enthusiastic three-year-old, it was also exhausting.

He missed Y/N and he wished he could spend time with her. He completely understood that she was always needed at work. He had been through that in their early 20s, but they didn’t have a kid then to compete for their time and understanding it was different from actually living it. Their marriage had become stagnant. The banality of their everyday life, a stark contrast to how they used to be when they were just a couple of kids off college who rented a too-small apartment with his little sister, Becca. Time has flown and he’s finally achieved the life he’s always wanted; a big duplex apartment, a steady high-income job and a family he had always yearned for but never really knew he needed. All of the things he promised himself when he was younger and had nothing, he had now and more, yet there was still something missing. He missed the thrill of his life, chasing his dreams had always kept him motivated, distracted. Now that he had it all, he was at his wits’ end. Maybe it was because they were also growing apart, he could feel it. Y/N had always been able to make him happy and whole; he had always been able to rely on her emotionally. She was the better part of him and now that she was becoming distant, he hung onto her like a lifeline but his insistence on going on vacations as a family wherever his wife and daughter wanted went unheard, all his attempts at romancing cancelled.

Even as he lined up now for the cashier, he whipped out his phone to text her. His hands had been busy typing when a brooding, dark-haired man stood behind him dressed in all black. His arms were muscled despite his age and the sagging skin on his right arm holding a tattoo of an odd skull with tentacles extending out of it was barely covered by his shirtsleeve.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t little Bucky,” a familiar husky voice mocked from behind him.

Bucky immediately felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, the voice sending a deep chill down his spine, making him go rigid as he slowly turned around, the blood draining from him when he went face to face with the man who had made his life a living hell, the man who not only broken him physically but in spirit as well. Repeatedly.

“You some errand boy now? I didn’t raise you to be like that, you know,” He continued to mock, tipping his chin to the cart with Lizzie still on it.

“Do you know him, daddy?” She asked, holding her little wolf tighter as she watched the stranger warily.

“Hey there, sweetie. Your daddy didn’t tell you about me? That’s weird. I raised him and your aunt Rebecca a long time ago. My name is Rumlow,” he flashed her a chilling smile, stepping closer to offer his hand. That’s when the fog in Bucky’s brain cleared. He moved with a lightning fast reflex, stepping in between them as he got in Rumlow’s face, fisting his collar harshly in one hand,

“Don’t you dare go near her,” his dark and low voice had threatened, dripping venom. His eyes had dilated, almost turning black as he shoved him hard. Rumlow’s grating laugh echoed around them, bringing back all those awful memories he had buried deep inside his head.

“I’ve taught you well, boy. Can’t say I’m not proud,” He clapped and actually smiled at him smugly. At this point, Lizzie had started crying making Bucky even more furious.

“I don’t ever want to see your face again. And if you go near my daughter again, I’ll make you fucking regret it. Do you understand?” His threats went on deaf ears as Rumlow broke out into a full-fledged grin.

“I’d love to see you try, James. You’ve grown soft,” He accused, eyeing Lizzie and the grocery he had still lined up, several heads already looking at them.

“Lucky for you. I have a new son here,” He continued, tilting his head to the boy standing by his mostly empty cart-- save for the beer and the liquor. Bucky flicked his attention to the boy and he felt his world spin as he saw himself in him with his eyes haunted, wary and afraid. He couldn’t have been older than eight. Rumlow smirked at the look on Bucky’s face, already detecting the turmoil brewing inside him. He had succeeded. He always knew Bucky was weak, his emotions his downfall. The fear and guilt clearly written in Bucky’s eyes made Rumlow gloat as he talked to the boy,

“What did I say, Bert, huh? You’ll only have food if you go get it yourself. Why are you still standing there?”

The boy looked around the big grocery store, mentally taking note of the stalls and where they were currently at, memorizing it in case he got lost but still, he didn’t move. Bucky looked at Rumlow and he saw the same look he’d always had directed at him before, his taunting eyes daring the boy to go or face the consequences.

“But I’m scared,” the boy replied, his voice small and frightened. Rumlow moved to him, bending his knees to get to his eye level. “Well then, you just won’t have to eat,” he told him in a hushed voice, pouting and mocking.

Bucky didn’t have to hear it to know the exact words, buried memories rushing back to the surface. He heard it countless times directed at him. The boy ran to the nearest stall, his heart pounding and hoping Rumlow would still be at that same spot when he came running back. Bucky knew the feeling, it was like he was living it all over again. As much as he wanted to help, he was rooted to the spot, even Lizzie’s crying couldn’t move him. Rumlow stood back up and faced him. “You were always my favorite,” he told him proudly as he pushed his own cart away from them, no doubt to give Bert an even harder chance of finding him.

Just before he got too far, he swiftly turned around, feigning innocence as he said, “Oh and by the way, say hi to Rebecca for me,” His lips twisted up into a sneering smirk as he left, whistling without a care in the world. And just like that Bucky was moving, grabbing Lizzie and getting out of that store as fast as he could, hoping Rumlow would stay out of his life forever.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“I’m never letting you do the groceries again!” Y/N screeched, a horrified look on her face as she stared at their fridge. After the incident with Rumlow, Bucky had brought Lizzie to the toy store, allowing her to buy all the stuffed toys and dolls she wanted instead of just the previously promised one doll. They had gone to lunch after, he kept Lizzie distracted as much as possible to forget the man she had just met. When she brought him up again, he told her it was just a friend he didn’t like very much and that she shouldn’t bring it up to her mom because it was nothing, he promised he never had to see that man again. Lizzie seemed satisfied with his answer and went back to her usual chirpy self. On their way home, they passed by another grocery store. He had mindlessly strolled the aisles and grabbed whatever he thought they needed, his head at a different place, much as it still is now.

“Bucky, we don’t need four cartons of milk, why would you even get this?” Y/N asked incredulously, shaking her head as she chuckled.

Bucky had been staring off into space, not hearing what his wife had been saying. “Uhm, hello Bucky, you still with me?” she teased, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Oh sorry, what was that?” He asked, glancing up at her from his perch by the kitchen counter. The coffee he had brewed, now cold in his hands.

“Hey, you okay?” she asked, looking at him with concern in her eyes.

“Yeah, just didn’t sleep well,” he waved dismissively. Y/N felt a pang of guilt. He’d been bugging her to spend more time together, planning outings and dates that she never seemed to find time for.

“Well, I finally have the day free. Why don’t we go out, watch a movie or have a picnic? It’ll be fun,” she suggested, draping a hand over his shoulder while her chin rested on the other, her elbow propped up on the countertop to keep an eye level with him.

“I can’t, I’m sorry, babe. I promised to meet up with Thor,” he moved away from her touch, standing up. Y/N looked at him confusedly, “Okay, how about after?”

“Gotta go over some accounts with Sam, sorry love. I’ll be back before dinner,” He gave her a quick kiss to the cheek before heading out. Y/N stared after him, brows knitted, before shrugging. She’ll just get her errands around the house done then.

After pounding the punching bag in Thor’s gym incessantly, Bucky found himself aimlessly walking around the streets, he just needed to clear his head. The little boy’s face was still etched in his mind as he opened the door to a bar. A little too early, he knew but he couldn’t shake off the nagging thought plaguing his mind.

How could he have let that monster roam free while he had lived his life without even a glance back?

_______________________________________________________________________

Years ago.

Bucky held Becca’s hand as they ascended the rickety steps of their new home. They had just lost their parents and were now moving into an unfamiliar house. The case worker had told them they were lucky not to be separated and that they shouldn’t worry; they were getting a good foster father who would take care of them from now on.

“I had interviewed him myself, you see,” She told the children, beaming with pride.

“I couldn’t have found a better one for you guys, why, this area is still very close to where you grew up in. You could still visit your old haunts,” She ruffled Becca’s hair, trying to lighten the mood while the little girl just moved farther away, hiding behind her big brother. The worn-out door which at once might have been painted pristine white but now had chippings hanging off of it suddenly opened with a creak, a man with a charming and easy nature stepped out with a warm smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“You guys are here! Welcome, welcome, please come in!” He gestured humbly to his house. Becca squeezed Bucky’s hand tighter which he squeezed back in return, reassuring her. There was something about this man that wasn’t quite right. He seemed relaxed and easy-going, a smile continuously plastered on his face but there was a lethality to him that the children couldn’t seem to shake off, almost as if it was buried deep inside waiting to be unleashed. The case worker hung on his every word, giggling as they talked. She slapped his arm with the horrible looking tattoo that gave Becca a fright. The children barely moved from the sofa they were seated at after the introductions.

“It’s usually like this. Don’t worry. They start to open up after a while,” the case worker sympathized with Brock, the man who introduced himself as their new foster father; he would treat them as his own, he had promised.

“It’s alright. I understand. After my wife, I’ve been all alone and this, this is a blessing to me,” He told her as he turned to the children. Her hand strayed to his arm again and lingered there.

“Oh, Brock, you are a good man. They’re great children, they won’t give you trouble.” She replied, patting his arm for reassurance. It didn’t miss Bucky how she hung off his every word.

“But I should get going, I will check up on you in a week. Children, be good. You have my number if you need anything,” She stood up, smoothing the wrinkles on her blazer.

“Wait, you’re leaving us already?” Bucky couldn’t help the whine that escaped his voice. He didn’t miss the darkness that spilled over Brock’s face for a split second before he carefully put his smile back on again.

“I’ll be back in a week, Bucky. Don’t you worry,” the case worker smiled before she walked out the door leaving him and Becca to a stranger.

When she was out of sight, Brock had suddenly changed his demeanor. The smile on his face had turned into a scowl when he faced them. “Alright, listen up both of you,” he boomed, his voice cruel. “Grab your things and get on to your rooms. I don’t want to hear any noise. No running around, and if I see you making a mess. You bet your little asses, you’ll pay for it,” He stood up and left them to their bags.

“But Mr. Brock, I’m thirsty,” Becca piped up, looking up at him timidly. The man’s grating laugh rumbled as he threw his head back, shaking it.

“That’s Rumlow to both of you, you hear me? Don’t make that mistake again. Now, come here,” He said, beckoning both the children to come over. Once they reached the kitchen, he pointed to the high cupboard. “You see that?” He asked Becca, dropping low to get to her eye level. When she just nodded her head, he continued, “That’s where the glasses and the plates are. If you want something in this house, you go get it yourself. I’m not your nanny,” He held Becca’s face in his hand roughly. His fingers wrapped around her cheeks tight as he held her by the chin. Bucky felt his fists clench at his sides, pushing Rumlow as far as he could with his eleven year old might.

“Stop that!” He screamed. Their parents never hurt them. How dare this man think he could do this to his little sister?

“Oh you wanna be the man of the house?” Rumlow jeered, shoving Bucky back making him fall to the floor. Becca’s sniffles grew louder as she tried to stop her crying, her shoulders shaking from her effort. As Bucky lay sprawled, Rumlow scooted down menacingly to him,

“You dare push me when you were just whining like a little bitch a while ago, you wanna man up? Alright, I’ll allow it,” he taunted, pondering it for a moment before his sinister smile came back on. “Let’s see how long you’ll last protecting your little sister.” He gripped his face by the chin, fingers squeezing exceedingly tight on his cheeks before he pushed him off and he hit the floor.

“I won’t be some parent to you that you could twist around your little fingers, no. I’ll make you into the best man you could be. I will teach you about order. And order only comes through pain,” He drilled into him like a soldier as he stretched his legs back up, his measured steps going to the fridge to fish out a beer. He took a long gulp before he continued,

“And the sooner you learned that, the better,”

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Bucky sat alone at one of the benches by the field at his school, choosing solitude over the roar of the cafeteria after a particularly bad morning at home. Their foster father had woken up drunk and had haphazardly thrown things at them when Bucky accidentally burnt the eggs he had been cooking for his and Becca’s packed lunch for school. He picked on the peanut butter sandwich he prepared, not having the appetite to eat when he heard jeering voices from a group of boys and sounds of flesh being hit again and again with accompanying grunts of pain. He felt his feet move on instinct when he found them by the bleachers, a scrawny boy at the center of a group huddling over him, they were laughing as he tried to fight them off, not once being able to land a punch. The blood pumped in Bucky’s veins, a constant beating in his ears, as he grabbed the biggest of the bullies by the collar and harshly yanked him off the tiny, blonde boy now sprawled on the floor with his skinny arms covering his face. When one of the other kids tried to punch him, he deftly moved out of the way and delivered a swift blow to his stomach, making sure to spare his face so as not to get in trouble. That was how Rumlow did it, might as well use the same trick right?

“What? Who wants to go next?” He threatened, loving the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the power he had with defending someone so helpless. The lanky blonde boy stood up beside him, blood dripping from his mouth as he held both his fists up, “I can do this all day,” he said, catching his breath but his stance clearly indicated he could barely stand up straight. Bucky just looked at him weirdly, not knowing whether to find him stupid or brave. The bullies stood against them, unsure. Bucky was the same age as them, only slightly bigger. Him and the blonde boy were still clearly outnumbered but Bucky’s eyes held a lethal strength in them, his body coiled with unleashed brutality, ready to fight. The bullies scrambled out of there as fast as they could, their feet tripping over them.

“Yeah next time, pick on someone your own size!” he hollered before looking back at the blonde boy who looked younger than them but held himself with such maturity that it didn’t seem possible. He decided right then and there he was going to make him his new friend. Rumlow had always taught him about his belief of the natural order of the world, that strength and might always won the day and that order could only be achieved through pain. If you could inflict it on others, you were stronger, better. Weaker men were useless, had to be beaten up and put in their place. “That’s just the way of the world,” he had said. But Bucky was old and smart enough to see right through his facade. He was a bully, feeding off of people who couldn’t fight back. Bucky was going to be different, he wouldn’t bow down to his will. He just needed to protect his sister, spare her from the taint of Rumlow’s anger and prove that he wouldn't become the man Rumlow has been conditioning him to be.

“You alright?” Bucky asked the boy standing beside him who was touching the bruise forming on his forehead.

“Yeah, thanks for helping me,” he replied sheepishly, ashamed he couldn’t fight for himself.

“Next time, just don’t provoke them, they aren’t worth it.”

“But they were wrong. Bullies, I’d always stand up to them,” the blonde brushed his hair back from his forehead, determination steeling his voice. Bucky smiled, maybe he could learn a thing or two from this boy too.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Steve, what’s yours?”

“Bucky. Steve, you’re a little punk. You know that?” he said teasingly, laughing.

Steve grinned back, “Jerk,”

_______________________________________________________________________

Present

The light filtered into the room as the curtains were drawn back harshly causing Bucky to groan on his bed, flitting a pillow to cover his eyes.

“Buck, come on. Get up,” Steve’s firm voice spoke through the fog in his mind.

“Get out, Steve, I’m sleeping.” he replied, turning his back to the hand shaking his shoulder.

“How long are you going to do this? It’s been two weeks. Have you even talked to your family yet?” Steve’s judgmental voice rang out, hard and unforgiving.

“She doesn’t even wanna see me,” he huffed, anger at himself boiling in his veins. He hasn’t seen his daughter in two weeks. Y/N’s short, cold replies to his messages were just updates on how Lizzie was doing, anything regarding Y/N, he had no idea about. He didn’t even know what sort of excuses she made up for Lizzie, how his “work trip” kept getting extended. When the hell could they keep that charade up? He was lucky enough she was letting him talk to his daughter on the phone for a few minutes every once in a while. He sat up on the bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he reached for the bottle of whiskey at the bedside table. These days he could only fall asleep when he’s had one too many to drink and even then, he’d still wake up with a headache that could only be dulled by alcohol. He barely even made it to work everyday. Sam had been good enough to cover for him, staying on neutral ground with everything that’s happening to his marriage although his eyes said otherwise, disappointment etched in them. All the while Steve had ignored him the entire time since the hospital. No amount of apologies moved him from his stance except today, when he suddenly barged into the hotel room Bucky has been renting like he owned the place.

“Jesus, Bucky, stop that!” He swiped the bottle Bucky held between his lips, splashing amber liquid on his shirt and bed.

“Damn it, Steve! Look what you did! Give that back,” Bucky held his arm out, his reflexes slow as he tried to grab it from his friend.

“Jesus Christ. You smell terrible. How much have you had to drink last night?” Steve fanned the air around him trying to rid the stench of alcohol and sweat.

“How the hell did you even get in here?” Bucky’s pissed off voice grumbled but one look at Steve’s intense stare with his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched, standing straight as a drill sergeant, arms crossed at his chest with his muscles bulging out of his fitted gray Under Armour shirt; he knew. The punk had intimidated his way in. No doubt leaving a poor breathless, flustered receptionist in his wake.

“You could get that receptionist fired, you know?” He tried appealing to his best friend’s better nature.

“You wouldn’t tell. Plus, it isn’t as if she didn’t get a hefty tip. Go take a shower, Buck, you stink.” Steve didn’t budge, staring him down with a disgusted look on his face. Bucky just scoffed,

“And then what? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Y/N kicked me out, man. Just go home, you’re wasting your time.”

Steve’s hardened face softened as he looked at his friend. His eyes were puffy, his skin pale as he scratched his wildly unkempt beard, his greasy hair sticking out on one side. What the hell had happened to Bucky? How had it gone so bad for his friend in a matter of days? He suddenly moved out of instinct, collecting clothes strewn everywhere and packed them into the suitcase at the corner of the room.

“Steve, what the hell are you doing?” Bucky exhaled loudly. It was too early for this. Where the hell was his drink?

“Get your ass moving, Bucky. You’re staying at my place,”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #steve rogers #betrayal #marvel fic #marvel x you

1K notes · View notes

blouisparadise · 4 years ago

Photo

Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis is pining for Harry. We hope you’ll enjoy this list. We also have a mutual pining rec list here and we will have a pining Harry rec list eventually. Happy reading!

1) Down On Your Knees, You Don’t Look So Tall | Explicit | 3445 words

Louis and Harry are friends, and best ones at that. Louis loves Harry more fiercely more than he's ever loved anyone, so he doesn't really have a problem with it when they start doing this thing. this wonderful, wonderful thing.

2) You Had Me At Hello | Explicit | 4529 words

Louis works in the shop next to Harry's cupcake shop. Louis pines after Harry until he goes into a heat and Harry finally catches up.

3) Just Like Live Wires | Explicit | 5427 words

Harry climbs into Louis’ bed when he’s cold. Louis pines.

4) Something To Live For | Mature | 5535 words

After over a century of waiting for Harry to realize they're mates, Louis gets his heart broken when his friend announces he's found his 'one' in a human girl named Teresa. Wanting only happiness for Harry, Louis accepts that it just wasn't meant to be and decides it's time to let go of the immortal life.

5) Five Times Harry Styles Was Jealous | Mature | 6184 words

Harry's jealous all the time but there were five times that definitely stand out. Five times that changed Louis and Harry's relationship.

6) On My Mind All The Time, Say You're Mine | Explicit | 9261 words

“Dude, we’re inside, and it’s night time. Those don’t look as cool as you think they do.” Louis could kick himself, he sounded so stupid, but it certainly got the guy’s attention.

It was at that unfortunate moment that he noticed several other things about this hot asshole, that he hadn’t noticed just staring from afar. First, when Louis spoke to him, his gaze was kind of unfocused behind his sunglasses, and secondly, that he had a red and white cane folded up under his arm.

“I’m… Blind,” the man chuckled, awkwardly.

Louis wanted to melt into a puddle out of pure embarrassment.

“I— am so sorry. I have to go.”

“Hey, wait, wait,” the man soothed, grabbing at Louis’ shoulders before he could get away.

“I’m sorry,” Louis repeated, looking down at his shoes.

“It’s alright,” He cackled. “I get it a lot. More than you know.”

7) Let The Beating Waves Come Drag Me Down | Explicit | 9447 words

“Just try it, the worst thing that could ever happen it’s that you won’t like it” Niall had told him. And there he was, on the way to one of these pubs created for perverts, willing to break up the routine to try something new, something that terrified as much as excited him.

One night to get swept up in passion, one night to let the devil get in.

"Tonight, I’m going to make you scream of ecstasy Louis,” he said with a raspy voice full of control, making him tremble with anticipation.

8) Got It Right Such A Long Time Ago | Explicit | 9699

There are a lot of people Harry might expect to find on his doorstep at three o’clock in the afternoon these days.

It could be the delivery man, come to drop off the pair of boots Harry impulsively ordered online last week. It could be one of his neighbors, dropping by to complain about how a party he’d thrown weeks ago had clogged up the street. It could also be any number of his friends in L.A., who stop by unannounced most days to mooch off Harry’s food or whisk him away to try some new yogurt shop.

As a rule, it definitely cannot be Louis Tomlinson, although Harry’s blinked at least three times now, and it’s still Louis standing there, a backpack slung over his shoulder and a duffel bag at his feet.

9) You Know What They Say | Explicit | 10232 words

Nice guys always finish last.

10) Call If You Need Me | Explicit | 10770 words

If anyone asks later on, Louis plans to tell them that it’s all Niall’s fault.

11) Love Is Like This; Not A Heartbeat, But A Moan | Explicit | 13150 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

In which Harry loves Louis, but Louis has been cold to him ever since he presented as an omega at age fifteen.

Eight years later, Louis approaches Harry with a request, and who is Harry to deny him?

12) Just Let Me | Mature | 14714 words

The party was going well. So well, Niall had already sworn undying love to one multi-tiered chocolate cake, two friendly corgi-poodle mixes, Zayn’s hair, and the entire population of Los Angeles. So well, Zayn had only laughed and ruffled Niall’s hair and not even twitched towards a cigarette. So well, nearly everyone had spilled far past the boundaries of the night’s original plans, extracting bottles of vodka from the cabinets and losing a lot of clothes. Harry had proclaimed that he was finally going to throw a small and very grownup dinner party and of course here they were three hours later, fifty people half-naked in the pool. Soon to be full-naked, if Louis had to guess. Everybody in LA loved a heated pool. Everybody loved Harry.

13) We’re the New Romantics | Explicit | 16054 words

Alternatively, a high school au where Louis pines and Harry is not who he seems to be. Featuring peanut butter banana milkshakes, motorcycles, and first times.

14) Wait For Me (To Come Home) | Explicit | 16066 words

A future fic of time stamps where Louis finally comes to grips with a love he'd denied for too long.

15) Deflower Me | Explicit | 20154 words

Louis is a proud virgin, and no matter how much society tries to make him feel like a freak for not acting on his natural urges, he doesn't suffer from his lack of experience. He has never felt drawn to someone in a way that made him want to get involved sexually with them, and he isn't planning on rushing himself so he can get some because people think it's what he should do.

In walks Fratboy, the Serial Haunter of His (wet) Dreams, who thankfully has a little business going on that might be just what Louis needs.

16) I Wanna Be More Than Friends | Not Rated | 20721 words

The one where Harry’s an alpha with no sense of smell, Louis’ an omega who isn’t allowed to scent his best friend, and that’s all they’ll ever be. Obviously.

17) The Way The Storm Blows | Explicit | 21649 words

Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick.

That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes. Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way.

Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.

Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.

18) Ours Are The Moments I Play In The Dark | Mature | 30830 words

Jane Austen's Persuasion AU. Nine years ago Louis Tomlinson was persuaded to break off his engagement to Harry Styles, a poor sailor. Since then Louis has come to regret being so easily convinced to give up his one chance of happiness. Now Louis' family is in debt and his childhood home is being sold. In a complete reversal of fortune, Harry has returned to England a wealthy bachelor looking to settle down. Events conspire to bring them together once more though Louis is- must surely be- the last man on earth that Captain Styles would think of now.

19) If Ignorance Be Bliss | Mature | 30429 words

Uni AU: Harry is too experienced, and Louis just wants to get to experience him.

20) Where The Lights Are Beautiful | Mature | 31170 words

The accidental bonding a/b/o fic.

21) Mark My Word (We Gon’ Be Alright) | Explicit | 35524 words

"He’s always known that there would come a time when Harry would bond with some beautiful, quiet omega, and they would have lots of curly-haired pups and live happily ever after.

Knowing it and living it are two very different things, though. Watching the object of your affection desperately search for a mate and completely disregard you as an option is all sorts of painful, but it is what it is, and Louis is just going to have to learn to live with that."

22) Before We Knew | Explicit | 39831 words

Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed into his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.

23) Eyes Off You I Explicit | 39396 words

A Charlie’s Angels inspired fic where Louis is the brains, Harry is the charm, Liam is the muscle, and Niall drives the getaway car - and Zayn is there, too. sometimes.

24) Kiss Me On The Mouth And Set Me Free (Nut Please Don't Bite) | Mature | 42074 words

Harry is the CEO of Flora Corp, Louis is his new secretary.

"...Louis wanted him so badly. Wanted Harry to pick him up, bite him, and break him. Make Louis his, make Louis cry, make Louis a beautiful, plump, pregnant omega..."

25) Let Me Touch You Where Your Heart Aches | Explicit | 46625 words

A Friends with Benefits AU, in which Louis falls in love and Harry is jealous. There is some Karaoke singing somewhere in there, because how do you write a romantic comedy without a Karaoke scene?

26) Underneath The Moon | Mature | 46927 words

In five years’ time, Louis would be the one saying to his students about how he knew the great Harry Styles, in a time before he had ever put out an album or performed on a real stage. Harry fucking Styles had been his best friend and he still loved him, he always would. But they couldn’t stay that way.

27) The Sidelines | Explicit | 47078 words

Note: There are mentions of Top Louis.

Or Harry and Louis play hockey for Penn state and can’t stand one another, since they can’t keep their hatred off the ice their coach and team do what they can to keep their hard earned spot in the playoffs and their two star players from killing each other.

28) Waiting For The Tides To Meet | Explicit | 59873 words

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

29) Pinkies Never Lie | Explicit | 83615 words | Sequel

AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends.

30) Inevitable | Explicit | 185917 words

AU where Louis and Harry used to be more than friends, but everything had to change the day Harry introduces Louis to his new girlfriend.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#fic recs #bottom louis #top harry #larry #pining louis #blp fic recs #blp

256 notes · View notes

ashesgraves · 4 years ago

Text

An Orcs Promise part 3

The Date

Link to part 1: https://yourlocalorcishbandit.tumblr.com/post/646150675798032384/an-orcs-promise

Link to part 2: https://yourlocalorcishbandit.tumblr.com/post/646294553661423616/an-orcs-promise-part-2

Part 4: https://yourlocalorcishbandit.tumblr.com/post/646477938321244160/an-orcs-promise-part-4

Part 5: https://yourlocalorcishbandit.tumblr.com/post/646486100736638976/an-orcs-promise-part-5

The chosen: Ellera https://yourlocalorcishbandit.tumblr.com/post/646559933035364352/an-orcs-promise

The chosen: Oridan https://yourlocalorcishbandit.tumblr.com/post/646771371691622400/an-orcs-promise

The chosen: Killian https://yourlocalorcishbandit.tumblr.com/post/647330998732881920/an-orcs-promise

The chosen: All https://yourlocalorcishbandit.tumblr.com/post/647482818600009728/an-orcs-promise

The dates: Oridan

Warnings: Mama Alicia is angry other than that none!

You woke up this morning feeling pumped after your date with Ellera. Knowing the siblings constantly tried to out do one another you had some higher expectations for Oridan. Sure he was a flirt but could he walk the walk or simply talk the talk. You’d have to find out and maybe today you’d dress a little nicer than your last date. Yet you had no idea what to wear, you didn’t know what Oridan planned for you. He and his sister wouldn’t tell you shit!! How were you supposed to guess if you were mountain climbing or going to the nice tavern. You weren’t. The element of surprise you were told whenever you asked, frankly you didn’t mind but you just wanted to know how to dress.

Deciding on a more formal article of clothing you fixed up your hair and wore a few jewels to maybe match Oridans aura. Maybe he might not show up? What if he got cold feet maybe his sister scared him off. Would you make a fool of yourself? Would he hate the alone time with you? So many thoughts now raced your mind. You weren’t as nervous as you were with Ellera but, you knew her better than you did the twins. You were scared they wouldn’t like you just by yourself.. what if you talked too much or you didn’t talk at all?? Would Oridan think you’d be a good partner for the rest of his life? Would you think he would be a good partner?

“Darling Oridan is here!! Please hurry and come downstairs “ You could hear your mother’s sweet voice travel around the house. He was here early is that good or bad??? Oh you didn’t know.

Scurrying down the steps you smiled softly when you saw him. Oridan stood tall and proud with some flowers in his hand his skin much darker than Elleras. For she was mossy and soft, he was bold and dark emerald green. Truly and simply handsome with his hair braided up and decked out in the finest of jewels, you felt appropriately dressed this time! Success.

“I picked these for you nearly died by some hornets.. but for you I’d happily go through hell and back if you so wished” A true words man your date hadn’t even begun and he was making you blush. Maybe this won’t be as bad as you thought.

“You’re too sweet.. thank you they are beautiful and I know any of you would do that for me.. did you get any boo boos you want kissed better” laughing a bit at your own comeback as you gently took the flowers from his hand and put them in a vase. His face grew a beautiful shade of dark green as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Now where are we going ? “ maybe this time you’d get lucky and learn what was happening for your date!

Oridan smiled softly showing off his tusk bands as he took your hand. “We are going out to lunch than to a show later on today I hope that’s alright with you “ His confidence seemed to falter as he spoke almost as though he was worried that you wouldn’t like his plans.

“That sounds absolutely wonderful! I look forward to what kind of show you have in mind” He actually told you! You know what’s happening, at least now you can plan your actions and thoughts a little better now. “Which tavern are we going to?” There were two in your village and one closer to the edge of the village.

“Hmm oh we’re going to the Drunken Dragon it’s a little far but the food there is to die for and they have the best desserts and I figured you might not have been there yet. “ You held his hand tighter smiling wider as you felt all giddy. He was so kind this was certainly a side you hadn’t seen from him before yet.

“It does sound lovely my mouth is already watering at the thought!! I’ve always heard the food is really good, isn’t it run by a few of the fae I’ve heard they had the best cheesecake in the kingdom !! “ You laughed a bit as you mumbled on about how much you couldn’t wait to try their desserts. Oridan smiled softly listening to your enthusiastic voice talk about all sorts of different sweets. He’d have to keep that you have a sweet tooth in mind, oh how he could listen to you speak for hours and never grow tired of listening.

“Good I’m glad you’re just as excited as I am. Frankly I was worried this wouldn’t go all that well after Ellera bragged so much. I’m glad my feet didn’t grow cold” You held his hand tighter knowing how he felt. Nodding and humming in agreement with his words you were glad he came though. You’re really enjoying your time together.

“Here I know a little shortcut to get there quicker, do you trust me ?”

“Hmm well seeing of how you were such a brave boy with those hornets to get me such lovely flowers.. I trust you. “ Oridan smiled and picked you up carefully and held you close. He’s probably feeling a little jealous that Ellera had gotten to carry you but, you don’t mind it’s nice being carried. Watching as the trees flew past your face Oridan ran almost full speed and barely broke a sweat it amazed you at how he was so nimble and graceful. “So how short is this short cut?”

Laughing a bit breathlessly Oridan smirked as he set you down. “Short. We’re here “ you stated up at him in amazement completely in awe at his speed.

“Wow.. that really was short and you barely.. broke a sweat how’d you do that ??? “ Oridan laughed and gently wrapped his arm around your waist as he walked you to the doors of the tavern opening the door and letting you in first.

“I’ve got stamina honey bee” He said with a wink leaving you a blushing mess as you hid your face in your hands for a moment. Composing yourself you smacked his arm though you’re sure it felt nothing more than a fly landing on him.

“We are in public you can’t make remarks like that!! Oridan!” Staining up at him bright red you felt everyone’s eyes on you. He only laughed a bit as he ruffled your hair.

“Relax no one here pays attention to couples except for Mama Alicia she keeps the kids all in check for such a small woman she has so much anger, it’s terrifying. “ Shaking his head Oridan lead you to a table more in the back and farther away from the more rowdy customers. It was a nice tavern perfect for eating in the middle of the day or drinking the night away. Mama Alicia did a good job.

“What can I get for you two huns?” A small woman with curly bright orange hair waddled her way over to your table. She seemed so sweet with her rosy cheeks and small accent.

“I’ll have- “ Oridan tried to order first giving you some more time to decide on what you wanted. Everything seemed so good you couldn’t decide between the Thief’s stew or the adventurers breakfast! They both had everything you liked plus a side of fruit of your choice!!

“Manners boy!! Dates first I thought I taught you better Oridan. You should most certainly know that by now. Always fawnin over them and treatin them like royalty when you serve them yet now with one of em in front of ya you forget everything I taught you !! Disgrace a shame. “ smacking Oridan with mighty force Mama Alicia made her point quite clear. Turning back to you a sweet smile on her face as if she hadn’t tried to murder your date with a small booklet. “Now what can I get for you hun. “

“Oh I can’t pick between these two.. do you think you can help me? “ She had a wider smile as she looked at your choices. You’d be a perfect fit for Oridan in her mind you’d keep him in check and on the right path.

“Of course, they both have great qualities but if you’re going out again after this I suggest the breakfast over the stew that will keep you full for days and if you want dessert after. “ Making your choice you kept with the breakfast while Oridan got the knights feast. Waddling away Mama Alicia got to your orders and brought you some freshly made berry juice.

“I told you. Little woman lotta rage. Scary thing she is. “ Laughing a little you couldn’t help but check his arm for any bruises you swore that woman could’ve taken his arm off if she wanted to. “I’m fine honey bee but I do feel all flattered you’re worried for me. “ smirking a bit to hide his nerves as you checked his arm. You felt his skin grow warm under your touch and it was nice.

“So you work here? I thought you would’ve been off working as a blacksmith with how you carved that blade.” Satisfied with your check of his arm you pulled away and glanced up at his face. Admiring his chocolate brown eyes for maybe a little too long than you intended.

“Hmm oh I do work as a blacksmith just up in the strong hold with my uncle down here I work to gain a few extra coin to treat myself or to treat someone else.. I haven’t had the chance to do the second until now and I must say it’s very nice I’d be happy to treat you again.. “ Your face went red as you shook your head, scarfing down your drink trying not to say something that could get you far more embarrassed. Yet you wanted to, you hadn’t felt confident in saying things on your mind before. Nows as good a time as any.

“Hmm picking up an extra job for little old me you’re too kind and maybe I like being treated by you.. “ You added your own little wink and smirk mimicking Oridans own actions. You couldn’t hold your laughter in Oridan nearly spit his drink out his nose! He wasn’t ready for you to make such a comeback!

“Honey bee now where did that come from ? I’m not complaining but wow I think I’m rubbing off on you “ you only laughed more as he tried to recover, suddenly realizing how loud you were you quickly quieted yourself down. Oridan loved your laugh it was like sweet music to his ears he loved hearing you laugh so hard you’d snort. Staring at you with such love in his eyes he truly hoped you chose him.

“Oh foods here.. wow that’s a lot of food” Mama Alicia smiled as she placed down your plates of food then waddling over to Oridan and giving him his plates. “Thank you so much Mama Alicia!” You couldn’t wait to dig in. It smelt so good and your mouth was watering.

“Enjoy huns “ she refilled your drinks and left you be. You could be polite and not eat your weight right now in front of your date but, you were with an orc the last thing he’d do is judge you for how and what you ate.

“Hey can you take these? I don’t really like them.” You handed over some vegetables you weren’t really fond of and his face seemed to light up that you were sharing your food with him. Nodding his head he easily scarfed them down. Impressed at watching you devour your own food.

“Where’d you fit all that you have the stomach of an orc honey bee. “ laughing softly as he stole some of your food which got him a smack to his hand and a mighty glare. Laughing more Oridan pulled out his coin sack and left a handful down on the tables edge when you were both done.

“I have a large appetite thank you very much. How’d you know.. right you work here you must have everything memorized strange man” Getting up from your seat you smiled as you waited for him. Oridan smiled more as he wrapped an arm around your waist leading you out of the tavern then it struck him you missed your show time.

“Oh I’m so sorry I got so caught up I completely forgot what time we were supposed to be there “ By this point you had completely forgotten about the show having too much fun with Oridan.

“Hey hey it’s okay!! I had fun anyways I like spending time with you besides there’s always another time. I suppose we should start heading home it looks like a storms coming soon. “ Nodding his head a bit relieved you weren’t upset for missing the show Oridan lead you home parting ways with a soft kiss to your cheek. Once he left you rushed to your room all giddy flopping on your bed and kicking your feet. Your expectations for Killian were set high.

You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

#fanfic #fluff #fantasy #fiction #reader insert #orcs #orc boyfriend #orc siblings #orc lover #monster lover #monster date #monster boyfriend

15 notes · View notes

officialbillhader · 5 years ago

Text

Eddie still dies before Richie.

There's no stopping it. Richie tries, again and again, to make Eddie stay. He prays to a god he has never believed in, he prays to the long dead turtle, he beggs to Eddie, to the doctor, to the prescriptions and the pills, but nothing works.

The issue is Eddie is too old. His body is shutting down. He has to die eventually, and his body decided it would be now. So the doctor sent him home and told him to stay in bed until it happened because there was no point in staying in the hospital if he didn't need it.

Eddie is terrified of death, especially after he got a glimpse of the other side and became much more religious, but he knows it's inevitable. He lets his husband cry on his chest even though he's not quite dead yet and they should be holding proper goodbye conversations, but he takes what he can in stride.

He pets Richie's head, remembering the hair of his youth, black and curly, which has long been replaced with thin, white strands. He was balding by the time the Losers met again, but so was Eddie. It was the cruel hands of time and its love to pluck out strands of hair until they're no more hitting them all. It kind of hurts to move his hand, his arthritis acting up along with his slowed heart rate, but he wouldn't stop in order to save the entire world.

"You're a crybaby," Eddie says eventually, his voice barely there. Richie looks up, his glasses lopsided and his nose absolutely running. Eddie finds it disgusting, but doesn't have the energy to show it.

"Okay," Richie says instead of fighting back.

Eddie wishes he would fight back.

"I don't think I've ever seen someone cry as much as you. Your face looks like a swollen tomato," Eddie tries again. He has to stop multiple times to take in breaths of air, but Richie doesn't stop him.

"Shut up," Richie mumbles, wiping his nose with the back of his hand as if they're children and don't keep tissue on their nightstand.

The retort warms Eddie's chest and makes him feel a little younger, a little more alive.

"How are you going to live without me? Who else can insult you like I do?"

"Write me a list of how I'm awful. That way I never forget," Richie jokes, but his voice is still disgustingly choked up and he can't make himself inflect the sarcasm he wants to.

"Yeah, okay," Eddie says. It's enough to make Richie back away from Eddie's chest.

"What?"

"I'll write a list. But you can't read it until after I'm gone. Deal?"

Richie stares at him for a few seconds. He hadn't expected that response. He takes off his glasses and cleans them of his dried tears, then puts them back on. Eddie stares back, eyes sunken in and skin loose from his bones, but he's still Eddie, and he's still gorgeous.

"Deal?" Eddie repeats.

"Deal," Richie finally says and Eddie smiles weakly, yet just as bright as he ever could.

It takes Eddie hours to write the letter. He has to take frequent breaks because of his fingers cramping up and his hand going numb and refusing to cooperate, but he gets it done, folds it up, and sticks it in their bedside drawer.

Two nights later Eddie passes away in his sleep. Richie watches it happen, watches Eddie's breath slow down and his eyelids twitch until suddenly he's not alive anymore and there's nothing Richie can do but cry and scream and do his absolute best to accept the horrible truth.

He forgets about the letter until the funeral has gone and past and the house he and Eddie bought thirty years ago feels so utterly empty that it hurts Richie's ears, even when he trys to play music or watch TV or any other number of countless noisy things.

He's crying before he unfolds the letter, before he takes it out of the drawer, even. He uses a tissue, this time, to wipe his eyes as dry as possible before he risks smearing the pen ink. Eventually, he calms himself down enough to read it.

Dear Richie AKA Trashmouth AKA my husband,

I'm dead. But that's okay. I won't be away from you forever.

Maybe, wherever I am, I've forgotten about you again. I know that's not comforting, but when did I ever pick to comfort you over telling the truth? Sometimes the truth is cruel and seriously bites us in the ass.

But I'll tell you what I think. I don't think I will ever completely forget you. I think that if I have forgotten you in death, it definitely won't be for 27 years. I think it will only be for the time it takes you to join me. If that happens to be 27 years, then I'll be impressed, but mostly annoyed. I don't want to go another 27 years without you.

I was never truly complete without you, Trashmouth. I was cold and always mad and scared and mostly miserable. Especially with Myra. When I envisioned who I would marry, it was never my mother. It was always you, I suppose. It was a version of you that took on different forms while I couldn't remember you, but it was definitely you.

I always needed you so I could be brave. I always needed you so I could be whole. I always needed you so I could be happy. And I really was happy with you. Every fucking day of our marriage I was surprised to wake up next to you and remember who you are and know that I love you more than I have ever loved anybody and know that I somehow got to marry the most important person in my life. Not many people get to know that feeling.

Of course, not many people survive from being stabbed by a clown spider, but that seems a little off topic.

What I want you to know is I love you. I love you whether I'm alive or dead, whether I remember you or not. I'm always going to love you. There are things in each person's life that don't change, and that was one of mine.

Another was you're an asshole.

Love,

Eddie AKA Eds AKA your husband

P.S. I feel like I'm not living up to our deal unless I insult you, so here's the insult list:

1) Your breath stinks.

2) Seriously, brush your fucking teeth more.

3) Your underwear's ugly and, honestly, always been huge a ficking turnoff.

4) How do you always manage to tie a tie lopsided? Is that supposed to be your hidden talent?

5) Your standup was mediocre at best.

6) Everytime I got into a car with you I felt like I was going to die. Even when I was driving.

7) I don't know how you did it, but you only looked good in a wet T-Shirt once. That's impressive, if you ask me.

8) Your burps were funnier when we were children.

9) You are impossibly hairy. You're like a werewolf, which makes me think you should shave, considering you were terrified of werewolves at one point.

10) You told me you loved me too much and, somehow, never once was I sick of it.

11) I love you too. Always have, always will.

#ap's fics #reddie #death tw #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it #awesomepie3221 #i am finishing this at 2am and i wrote this instead of reading what i should have for anthro #and its not that good tbh #oh well imma still post it

944 notes · View notes

downwiththeficness · 4 years ago

Text

A Need So Great-Chapter 4

Summary: Eva Moore is assigned to work the last year of her contract with the DEA in Colombia. She just wants to get to the end of her tenure, but she keeps getting drawn further into a string of murders in the city. It isn’t long before she’s forced to face the ghosts of her past.

Word Count: ~3,700

Warnings: Canon typical Violence

A/N: For the purposes of this story, Carrillo isn’t married--or, if you like, divorced. A/B/O dynamics are prevalent, and they come with their own warning. The overall rating for this story is Explicit, although not every chapter will contain adult themes.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8.5, 9, 10, 10.5, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

They’re sitting at the bar again. Rather, they are sitting at a table at the bar again. It had been a hard day for almost everyone sitting there. Javier, Steve, and Carrillo had managed to thwart a production route at the cost of three men. Connie had watched a young mother die in childbirth, the baby barely alive. Eva had watched from the sidelines, feeling guilty that there wasn’t anything that she could do. So, she’d suggested a drink. One drink had turned into two, then three.

At present, Connie was standing at the juke box, looking for a selection. Eva was watching her look through the offerings, wondering if she should switch to water so that she could drive home.

“I’m telling you,” Steve said, banging his hand on the table, a wide smile on his face, “He literally pissed himself when we busted in. Tell him, Javi.”

Javier held up his hands, “I’m not in this argument, man.”

Rolling her eyes, Eva pointed a finger at Steve, “You’re telling me that some big bad--,” she looked at Carrillo, “What did he call them?”

“Sicario,” he prompted, bringing his glass to his mouth to hide the smirk.

“Thank you,” Eva said, waving her hand a little, “Peed himself because you put a gun on him.”

Steve leaned forward, “Yes, that is exactly what happened.”

“Bullshit!”

“I’m—hey, Connie, can you get us another round—I’m not lying!”

Eva shook her head, “No, nope. Didn’t happen like that. You got no witnesses to prove it.”

“Just because I don’t have a witness doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.”

“You made the assertion, Murphy, you’ve got the burden of proof.”

“Fuck off.”

“You fuck off,” Eva shot back, “All you agents walk around like you’re hot fucking stuff because you got a badge and a gun and the support of the US government, tellin’ tall tales to make yourselves look like John Wayne. I swear to God, if I have to hear one more dick measuring contest on the break room I will literally puke.”

Connie came back to the table, a tray full of...not beer. She set it down and Eva counted enough shots for each of them, a couple salt shakers, and some cut limes. Oh, shit.

“We have to go to work tomorrow, Connie,” Eva censured gently, despite taking the glass from Connie’s outstretched hand.

Connie scoffed, “Like you’ve never had a hangover before.”

Eva noticed Carrillo hadn’t taken one of the glasses. She leaned over, nudging him, “C’mon, you gotta do this, too.” When he balked, she picked up one of the glasses and held it in front of him, “We’re all in this shit together, Horacio.”

He stared at her for a moment before pulling his lips between his teeth, a reflexive movement he sometimes did when he was thinking. She wiggled the glass, smiling when he relented. The salt shakers went around to everyone and Eva licked the back of her hand between her thumb and forefinger, tapping a bit out.

“What should we toast to?” Connie asked.

“We’re toasting?” Eva asked with a laugh, “I didn’t know you could toast over tequila shots.”

Connie leveled a baleful glare at her and Eva rolled her eyes, holding the glass towards the center of the table, “Its your toast, man.”

“To catching one of the bad guys,” Javier announced.

That was good enough for the group. The glasses made a dull sound as they clinked them together. Eva licked the salt from her hand, threw back the shot, and stuck the lime in her mouth. She hadn’t had tequila in a long while, but the movements were still buried in her muscle memory. Salt, shot, lime. Glancing over, she caught Carrillo pulling the lime from his mouth, tongue catching juice that remained on his lips. She dropped her gaze, feeling her neck heat an a way that had nothing to do with the alcohol. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep her eyes off him, let alone her hands.

To keep said hands busy, she threw the rind onto the tray with the empty glasses just as Connie shot up, both hands in the air.

“Another!”

Eva could feel her brows hit her hairline, “Steve, is she like this every time she drinks tequila?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” He lit a cigarette, a smirk appearing beneath his mustache.

She watched Connie head for the bar, “Is she gonna be okay?”

“Until she wakes up tomorrow,” he laughed.

“Cool, cool.”

The song on the juke box ended and ‘Careless Whisper’ queued up, the saxophone out of place and yet Eva couldn’t imagine that Connie would choose a different tune. She turned from the bar with a wide smile, shots completely forgotten.

“I love this song. Stevie, come dance with me.”

And there they went, Connie dragging Steve to the dance floor which, surprisingly, had quite a few people on it. Eva watched them go, laughing.

“I can’t wait to tell her all about this later,” she said.

Javier snorted with contained laughter, “I should have brought a camera. I’m getting another drink, you want anything.”

Eva and Carrillo both waved him off and he headed for the bar.

“He’s right, we should have brought a camera,” Eva said as she gestured towards where Connie was spinning Steve, pulling him in for a dramatic dip.

“We can always get the security footage from the owner,” Carrillo suggested with half a smile.

She looked at him, not quite believing, “You think he’d give it to us?”

One of his brows lifted, “We’d have to pay him.”

“We could do that.” She thought about it for a minute, “Man, that would be comedy gold at the office Christmas party.”

Connie gave a little shimmy, hands on Steve’s shoulders as they swayed back and forth. He was acting like he was annoyed by it, but Eva had been around him long enough to know that he was secretly enjoying every second of his wife happily dancing after a hard day’s work.

Leaning forward, Eva took up her discarded beer, eyes catching on the bar. She leaned a little towards Horacio, gesturing with the bottle.

“Looks like Javier’s trying to close a deal.”

He was talking with a pretty girl with long, curly hair. They were both smiling, she was touching his arm. Eva had heard some of his pick up lines, she wondered if he was actually using any of them. If so, he was sleeping alone tonight.

“He’s probably negotiating price.” When Eva looked to him in question, he shrugged, “She’s a sex worker.”

“No,” Eva gasped, looking the woman over to see how he could possibly know. “How can you tell?”

Horacio shrugged, “I see a lot of them in my line of work.”

“Oh?” Eva said with both brows raised.

He shot her a sarcastic look, “We arrest them from time to time. Most of them are informants.”

“To you?”

He nodded.

“And you pay them?”

He made a noncommittal sound, but the little roll of his neck gave her all the confirmation she needed. She opened her mouth to say something and thought better of it, shutting her jaw with a click.

His eyes narrowed, “What was that?”

“Nothing,” Eva responded quickly, sipping to distract herself.

“No,” he held up a finger, moving into her space a bit, “You were going to say something and you stopped. Why?”

She blinked, “It was an inside thought.”

His brows drew together in confusion. She felt her cheeks heat, embarrassed that she’d actually said ‘inside thought’ for the first time since she was a kid—a concept that her parents had taught her before she’d learned to filter out the sentences that should not be uttered.

“Ah,” she stalled a little bit, not quite believing that she was going to say this out loud, “An inside thought is when you think a thought that should absolutely not be said on the outside. Like, ever.”

His head tilted to the side, “Tell me.”

“Oh, no,” she shook her head, “Absolutely not. Were you listening? Its an inside thought, its supposed to stay inside.”

“How do you know its an inside thought?”

Eva hesitated, considering. She watched him figure out that he had an opening, his expression opening up just a little bit.

“Because people are usually insulted by inside thoughts,” she offered lamely.

“And you think I’ll be insulted by it? Or, Javi?”

She held her silence, pressing her lips together to keep from answering. He was a lot closer than was strictly necessary. Although the music was playing loudly, Eva felt herself zero in on him, focused on his every word and the shape of his mouth as he talked.

“So,” he continued, “We’ve established that you’ve had a thought that you don’t think is appropriate and you feel I would be insulted by it.”

Eva wondered if this was how people felt when he was interrogating them, somewhere between helplessly drawn in and desperate to change the subject.

She cocked her head to the side, “We’ve established nothing other than I had an inside thought and voice that they are typically insulting.”

“That’s a fine distinction,” he conceded turning a little in his chair to face her a bit more fully, “But, there’s only one way to really settle this. You have to tell me.”

Eva ran her thumb over her brow, dropping her eyes to the side and breathing deep, “I was going to say … that I was surprised you had to pay them.”

He paused, then, “Why is that?”

She was having a hard time breathing, but she couldn’t stop herself from saying, “Because, if it were me, I’d probably just tell you.”

Whatever he might have said after that was cut off by Connie sliding into her chair with a high pitched giggle. She was sweating a little, leaning hard into her husband with a wide smile. She looked happy. Eva smiled at her, saluting with her beer.

“Nice moves, sweetie.”

“Ah, thank you! I bought, like, ten songs, so we’ll be getting back to it soon.”

As if on cue, the song changed and “We Built this City” started up. Eva shook her head, her attention snagging on Javier at the bar. Another man had walked up and he was arguing with him, tongue rolling across the front of his teeth. He looked pissed.

Carrillo noticed her attention straying and she felt him tense a little next to her. A few more guys had walked up.

“Aw, shit,” she said, already moving to stand as the fight broke out.

Glass shattered, and Eva circled around Carrillo to where Connie was sitting, pulling the woman with her over and down towards the bar. She could hear voices screaming and the sound to flesh hitting flesh. Without much care, she shoved Connie into the space between the bar and the wall, holding up a finger and leveling a determined look at her.

“You don’t move,” she said. “Not an inch.”

You say you don’t know me, or recognize my face.

A hand grabbed Eva’s ankle and she yelped as she was dragged out into the fray. The man was average size and weight, but he had the jump on her. He climbed over her body and had his hands around her throat before she could get her bearings. Eva threw both hands out and into his shoulders, balancing his weight while she tucked her knees into her chest. Her hips shimmied and she was able to get her heels up. She kicked. Hard.

As hard and as fast as she could, Eva kicked him in the face until he let go of her neck. And then, she grabbed his wrists to keep him there and kept kicking until there was so much blood that it looked like a mask of red had settled over him. With a grunt, she shoved him to the side, wheezing and touching her neck gingerly.

Too many runaways eating up the night

Across the room, Javier was holding a guy down while Steve gave him a vicious kick. Not far away Carrillo was dodging a punch, throwing a hard uppercut and catching the guy beneath the chin. His opponent’s head flew back with such force that Eva was kind of surprised that it was still connected. He fell to the floor, unconscious.

Eva caught his eye and she gave a little wave, seeing his eyes flick to her right a little too late. A man wrapped both arms around her chest, caging her arms in. Carrillo’s eyes narrowed and he was moving towards her. Eva yelled and swung both legs out in front of her to mid air. The man struggled under the sudden weight of her body. Bend, snap, roll the shoulder. He fell over her arm to the floor, winded. She used the palm of her hand to hit at his exposed throat, satisfied when he choked.

And then he was right there with her, his scent sharp with the exertion, his hands carefully running over her arms to check for injury. Eva couldn’t help but to smile, a little dazed.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, pushing the hair from her face. “Oh, fuck!”

One of the idiots had pulled a gun. And, while she knew he was armed, Eva couldn’t stop the automatic response that kicked in. She shoved Carrillo down behind an up ended table as the shots rang out. Curling over him, Eva covered her head, eyes squeezed shut.

We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll.

A few more shots and he was rolling her into the wood of the table, rising up on a knee and pulling his pistol. Eva plugged her fingers into her ears, feeling his body sway a bit with the recoil.

We just want to dance here. Someone stole the stage.

His hands slammed down on the floor as he ducked down. The table behind her scooted forward as a shot ricocheted into the far end, exposing him.

“Horacio,” she yelled, grabbing his polo shirt and pulling him back and into her chest.

The movement set him off balance and his full weight collapsed on her, pushing all the air out of her lungs. Another shot, another screech as the table moved. Horacio pushed to his knees again, firing off another shot. Eva looked around for something they could use that would be better cover. There was literally nothing.

Marconi played the mambo, listen to the radio.

And then she saw it, an unbroken bottle had rolled from somewhere in the bar, right next to a discarded bar towel. Perfect.

“Cover me,” she yelled upwards, already crawling the few feet out to it.

Horacio cursed a blue streak, firing off a few rounds as she shuffled back to him, “The fuck are you doing?”

“Give me your lighter,” she demanded, opening the bottle and shoving the towel inside with two fingers.

To his credit, he hesitated only a fraction of a second before he was digging into the pocket of his khakis and handing her a silver Zippo.

“Thank you,” Eva said primly as she tipped the bottle over a bit to soak the towel.

We built this city. We built this city on rock and roll.

Getting to her knees, Eva looked at Horacio, who was eyeing both her and the bottle with a look a clear and unadulterated delight. She really, really liked when he smiled.

“Bottom’s up!”

And then she tossed it in the direction of the people shooting at them, smiling wide when it hit the mark. Fire burst forth, giving Javier and Steve enough of a distraction that they could get a clear shot.

Who rides the wrecking ball into our guitars?

Eva knelt on the floor, watching over the rim of the table as they went person by person, disarming the ones that were still alive. Eventually, Horacio stood up and she followed suit, moving to check on Connie.

She looked pissed, “I was having a good fucking time and these assholes…” She sighed deeply.

“I know,” Eva agreed, “Next time we do this at your place. Less chance of gunfire there.”

“Tell me about it.”

We built this city.

It took an hour or two for the boys to clean up the mess, cuff a few people, and clear the scene. Eva sat with Connie at the bar, drinking coffee and watching them work.

“I saw what you did there with that guy,” Connie commented, leaning one elbow on the bar, “How did you learn all that...self defense stuff.”

Eva shrugged, “After my marriage ended I thought it would be good to learn a few things, just in case.”

Connie didn’t need to know that she’d learned it in case one of her husband’s family members decided to get vengeance.

“Divorce?”

“Death,” Eva clarified.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it was the best thing for everyone involved.”

Connie laughed a little, “Even your husband?”

“Especially my husband,” Eva confirmed with a smile. “Real asshole, let me tell you.”

Eyes following her husband across the room, Connie asked, “He cheat on you.”

“Worse,” Eva answered, her good mood evaporating.

She closed her eyes and ran a hand over her face, working to right herself. She was saved by Javier approaching, a little saunter in his walk.

“The owner has agreed not to press charges for the fire setting.”

Scoffing, Eva snipped, “What’s a little fire to bullet holes?”

There were several lining the walls. Almost every piece of furniture not nailed down to the floor was either overturned or broken entirely. The table she’d been hiding behind with Horacio had splinters up and down it. If she hadn’t thrown the bottle, the next round of bullets might have gotten through the wood to the other side.

“If anything, this’ll make this place more popular,” he said, tapping out a cigarette and lighting it.

Eva sighed, “Did you have to start the fight?”

He looked at her, “I didn’t start it.”

She rolled her eyes, “I’ve known you for like three months. You started it. I don’t know why, but you started it.”

Connie had the good grace to lift her brows and spin a little on her bar stool, sipping her coffee. Javier took a drag and shrugged.

“Right,” Eva said, hopping down. She waved to Connie, “See you at next week’s class.”

She grabbed her purse and headed for the exit, more tired than she cared to admit. So tired, in fact, she didn’t notice that Carrillo had followed her out.

“Do you ever park closer to where you’re going?”

Eva jumped, hands coming up in front of her. When she recognized him, she laughed a little, “Sorry, wasn’t paying attention. And, to answer your question: I like the longer walk. Gives me time to, I don’t know, settle myself.”

He nodded, “Maybe consider parking a little closer when you know you’ll be staying after sundown. Might be safer.”

At this Eva shot him a bemused look, “I think you either shit canned or shot anyone who’d give me trouble.”

He put his hands in his pockets as he walked with her, “You’re the one who set them on fire.”

She gave him a deferential nod, rolling one shoulder, “You may have a point. But, I’d argue that my actions were justified, given that they were shooting at us. I mean, I haven’t been here long, but I’m pretty sure the cultural differences aren’t so dissimilar that—were I to be fired upon, I could be forgiven for returning fire.”

They’d reached her car, and she opened the driver’s door, throwing her purse in the passenger’s seat before turning to look at him. He was just… staring at her, hands in his pockets, looking mystified.

“What?”

He took a breath, “You took one look at that gun and threw me down to cover me.”

Eva paused, going over the memory a bit and agreeing with him, “Yeah, I did.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t save your life?”

He stepped into her space, “You save yourself. Let me take care of me.”

“I make absolutely no promises, Carrillo.”

Slowly, to give her time to know what he was doing, he curled a finger beneath her chin, “You do that when you’re trying to deflect, use my last name.”

In the moment, she hated him a little. It had taken years to develop her defense mechanisms so that she could function normally with people. A joke here, a little sarcasm there. Just enough to keep them at a distance. And, here he was, seeing through her bullshit.

“You are frustrating,” Eva said without any bite.

He smiled, “I’ve been told that.”

“Did they also tell you that you have the cutest little dimples when you smile?”

The laugh that followed was surprised and Eva was gratified to see that he was blushing. She curled a hand over the arm still holding onto her, fingers curling over his bicep.

“No, no one has told me that,” he said after he’d gathered himself.

She considered it, “That’s a shame.”

“Is it?”

They’d moved closer together. Eva could feel the heat from his body, the smell of him that she liked so much tinged with sweat and smoke.

She settled against the side of the car, “Damn shame.”

He ran the back of his fingers over her cheek, considering, “I’ll take your word for it.”

“See that you do.”

Horacio made a soft sound of assent, leaning down to press a soft, tentative kiss to her mouth. He pulled back, but not far, dipping down again for another soft kiss that was entirely too short. Eva’s every breath was filled with him, her skin alight. She leaned up, taking the kiss she wanted. Deeper, harder.

Hands gripping both her hips, he pushed her into the car, his weight preventing escape—not that she particularly wanted to move. The feeling of being held almost immobile and kissed senseless was delicious in a way that made her toes curl. She clung to him, inviting more kisses, more touches—just more.

He was the first to break away, breathing hard, “Get in the car.”

“What?”

He shook his head as if to clear it, “Get in the car before I drag you to my truck and take you home with me.”

She smirked, “You probably wouldn’t have to drag me.”

He leveled a serious look at her, “Car. In.”

“Sure thing, Big Guy,” she said, sliding into the seat. “See you at the office.”

#narcos #horacio carrillo #carrillo #A Need So Great

62 notes · View notes

baileys-aurora · 5 years ago

Text

Under the Surface

Ateez x Reader (fem), Mermaid/ Pirate au

Part 6/?

Previous Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Warnings: Cussing

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Sorry this took forever to post :( plz forgive

Reaching land wasn't as exciting you had thought it would have been. In your mind the trees were lush, and the sand was white, when in reality neither of those things were present. Instead there were unstable men who could barely walk, looking as you once did, they stumbled into others and some even bending over to release their stomach contents. The island itself was underwhelming as it had rarely any trees, birds picking at the old thrown out food, and wooden structures that were slightly scary to look at. Land was the last place you want to go on if it all looks like this.

“Stay by my side and it will be ok.” Hongjoong stopped besides you and gave an encouraging smile your way, his hair slightly tousled as he was sweating through the collar of his shirt. “Can I Just stay on the boat?” You asked with intimidation strong in your voice as you were trying to fight back the nerves the men with missing teeth and greasy hair were giving you by eating up your presence. “That would be more dangerous,” he dropped his playful expression becoming serious as he began walking slowly ahead so you could catch up and keep a stride next to him, “none of us are on the boat which leaves you alone and vulnerable.” he looked you up and down before letting out a low whistle “also you look the way you do, even my clothes can’t mask it.” he chuckled feeling a bit of pride as he looked at his shit covering you. Blushing you looked down at the dirt you were now on. After only being in the water and a boat, the feeling was strange, no movement yet your body still felt it, like after waves.

“Hey! Can you two stop flirting up there while we are doing all the work.” you looked behind you to see the seven boys lugging the shipment with scowls on their faces, causing you to slighting giggle, trying to hide it behind your hand as you turned back around. “I saw that y/n” Yunho called out making the situation all the more enjoyable before your foot caught a stray root growing out of the ground, causing you to lose your balance and land on you knees, the dirt mixed with grinded rocks splitting the tender skin of your knees. Sucking in your breath from the pain, your mind was busy with, you didn’t realize what was going on around you or the comment that was thrown your way from one of the dirty locals.

Looking quickly next to you Hongjoong already had the guy pinned beneath his forearm and was staring him down, “what did you just say to her?” he asked through gritted teeth while Jongho raced to help you up and place you behind him for extra protection. Looking back at the rest of the crew they stood in shock staring at the guy who provoked their captain, “I said,” the man began, letting out a low chuckle, “her knees In front of me is were a pretty lady like her belongs.” the words finally allowing you to understand why this was happening as you gabbed the back of Jongho’s shirt slightly letting him know you are still there and ok, looking from his stiff back to Hongjoong.

The look Hongjoong wore was one you haven’t met yet, thankfully at that, his jaw was clenched, nostrils flared, and eyes crazed as he applied more pressure to the guys neck shortly before grabbing his collar and landing a hard hit to the guys nose. Then continuing aimlessly and with just as much anger as the last one held until Seonghwa pulled him off. “you’re going to kill him at this rate” Seonghwa whispered in his captains ear to try and calm him down, “good, its what that motherfucker deserves” he shot back loud enough the now beaten guy could hear him as he slowly sat up and coughed and Hongjoong fought to be let go.

Standing up slowly he seemed to be sorry before that facade quickly fell through, “I’m sorry” he threw out in the most sarcastic tone he could, “did I offend your group’s pass around slut?” he tilted his head slightly before smirking at Hongjoong. Causing a whole new wave of anger to consume him completely.

A crowd now forming as Seonghwa pulled Hongjoong tighter trying to stop him, and before he could push Seonghwa off someone was already there landing yet another hit to the greasy man’s face before grabbing the back of his head and bringing it to his knee, causing the man to fall down without another word, groaning in immense pain. Blood was now heavily present, yet hidden in the dark color of the dirt, “If you ever say such bull shit again to her,” a finger was pointed your way “or to anyone else for that matter, your ass won’t be able to see the next morning’s sunrise” squatting down beside him and grabbing a hand full of hair, Wooyoung forced the hurting man to look at him, “do you understand?” he asked with a tight smile then proceeded to make the man, against his will, nod in agreement before letting go and standing back up above him. “Piece of shit” Wooyoung huffed under his breath as he walked back to grab the barrel he was carrying and walking ahead without making eye contact with you.

Your knees long forgotten as Hongjoong shakes off Seonghwa’s hands and walked in the same direction Wooyoung did after briefly making eye contact with you to make sure you were still there and ok. “Are you ok?” San rushed up to you who was still holding onto Jongho’s shirt so tightly your knuckles became white. You nodded slowly while staring at the beaten man before looking to see if Hongjoong was still visible, he wasn’t. Finally looking to San your shock must have been more noticeable you thought as you were quickly brought to san’s chest as his hand was laid on the back of your head. “It will be, just let them calm down for a little bit.” He let you go so you could join the rest of the guys as he quietly stayed behind, “are you ok?” Yeosang asked walking to stand beside you. Nodding your head, you waited for them to start walking before you did, not realizing San was no longer present, wanting to get back to the ship as soon as possible.

The trade was quick but the walk back to the ship was long, every so often a member would break off to pick up certain supplies and food. However, not a single word spoken as Hongjoong walked ahead of everyone and Wooyoung hung behind, both still clearly bothered along with the others. San, sneakily joining again behind you.

Once on the ship, everyone went their own way, San checking on you again before he had to climb the crow’s nest and Mingi giving you a few encouraging words, even through you haven’t talked a lot, before taking on the wheel. Not knowing where to go you decided to the front of the ship would be the most welcoming right know, watching as the open sea began to move towards you, It was calming and made you miss it for the first time in a while.

The feeling didn’t last long as chill ran down your spine as you felt a presence approach you. Slowly turning to look you notice the boy has already taking a spot next to you. Anxiety spiking as he was unfamiliar yet oddly comfortable to in the presence of, safe feeling almost. “sorry if I’m intruding but you seemed to need a shoulder to lean on or an ear to listen to you.” He cracked a crooked smile, dimples popping as he scooted farther away so show he was harmless. “I’m Chris, we haven’t officially met before since I’m usually below deck” he said, smile never faltering. “y/n” you slightly smiled back, still slightly on edge from what happened earlier.

After a few awkward moments of silence hung around you two before his voice was heard again, “heard you are a mermaid?” he asked in a slightly lower voice then previously. Your expression from his bluntness gave him his answer. What happens if he tells someone outside the ship, or he takes me to the market? Your mind beginning to race as possible excuses run through your head to get out of this situation.

“Its been lovely talking to you but I think I’m going to head to back to the main deck and check on everyone” you smiled weakly at him, just wanting to get closer to Hongjoong or anyone else for that matter. “okay” he smiled up at your now standing body, “I’m glad I finally was able to meet you” he said sweetly before also getting up and walking the other way backwards for a few steps before waving and spinning on his heels continuing his retreat. His curly blonde hair slightly bouncing with each of his steps. The feeling he carried also slowly disappeared leaving a weird feeling.

Opening the door to the captains cabin you just couldn’t shake off the familiar feeling Chris gave you. Looking around there was no Hongjoong, but some fresh clothes laid out on the bed, and from the style it seems to be Yeosang’s. Sighing you sat down on the bed and began to massage your swore legs, finally remembering your knees were cut up. A swim would be nice you thought to yourself as you stared down at your legs, even thinking about scolding them for the amount of trouble they caused everyone today.

A soft knock was heard at the door interrupting your thoughts, “are you dressed?” a voice you knew as Jongho called out. “yes, you can com in” you called back to lazy to open the door yourself. Walking in Jongho looked from the clothes still on the bed to you, “I thought you said you changed?” he tilted his head, finger pointing at Yeosang’s clothes, “I’m dressed aren’t I?” you smiled up at him before looking back at your knees, “plus, I was still trying to decide what to do with this” you continued. “Do you need me to clean it?” he asked walking towards you and keeled down to get a better look, “Or I could go for a quick swim and it would go away?” you stated slightly asking to make sure it was safe enough. Jongho let out a low whistle while shaking his head, “I don’t know about that, it could be dangerous” he said before cracking a smile, “however, I wont say anything if you take me with you” which caused you to smile too. “Deal.”

Making your way to the railing on the quieter side of the ship was tough in broad daylight, but y’all eventually made it. Yeosang’s clothes close by so you could change after getting out. “Ok, turn around so I can undre-“, “What’s going on here?” the same chill ran down your spine as you stopped in your tracks and turned around to meet Chris’ smiling eyes, then looking at Jongho who seemed to have straighten his posture slightly and taking a step closer to you, “who are you?” Jongho’s words sent fear into you, he wasn’t a member of the crew.

“I’m a friend of sorts” he said with his hands slightly up, “not trying to cause anymore trouble” he said with all seriousness, smile falling from his face. “I don’t really care” Jongho stepped closer to him, “why are you here? Did you board from the island?” he began to question, but soon was cut off by another person, “who the hell is he?” Hongjoong approached the scene still as agitated he was earlier, “and why is he on my ship?” he questioned still never making eye contact with you. Chris took a few steps back, “I’m a friend of her father, sent to protect her but I see you guys already have that part handled.” He cracked a smirk, “like right now the water is to murky to see anything” he stated staring at Hongjoong but directing his words at you and Jongho.

Everyone was shocked from his words yet skeptical on the truthiness of it. You didn’t have a father so who was he talking about.

Next Part

Tag List: @fatheadthemango @unatempesta-dipensieri

80 notes · View notes

inkribbon796 · 4 years ago

Text

The Lost Ones Ch. 1

Chapter 1: Illegal Clones and Legal Crimes

Summary: Anti liked joking around, he likes pulling pranks and bothering Dark now that he’s permanently moved into Egoton. But one day he decides to take the joke too far, and it gets about five times more unfunny. But when it’s all said and done, Dark had to admit . . . he is charming.

A/N: someone requested this little joke about Dark being short and so I threw it in here.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

~::~ Twenty Years Ago ~::~

It began as things tended to begin with Anti: jokes.

“Hey, Dark,” Anti had burst into Dark’s main office to bother him, again.

“Leave,” Dark told him, not looking up.

“What’dya get when yah combine you an’ Wilford?” Anti sounded like he was trying to keep himself from cackling madly.

“I don’t care,” Dark told him.

“A hot mess,” Anti joked. Usually when Dark didn’t respond he used about anything to try and get his attention.

“If you need a body disposed of, I’m not helping,” Dark warned.

“Yer just no fun,” Anti sulked.

“I’m busy,” Dark reminded. “It’s bad enough I have to put up with Wilford’s antics, I refuse to humor you as well.”

Anti then attempted to stab Dark and the ensuing fight got rid of some of Anti’s pent up energy. It also got the glitch thinking: what would Dark or Wil’s kid be like?

He imagined Dark’s kid would probably be a lot like Dark was, about ZERO fun, and in about six years when he saw Kay and Illinois for the first time he would learn he was right.

But Wil’s kid: that had to be an interesting kid. Wil was mad fun, a complete and utter lunatic, there was no way he couldn’t pass that down to a kid. And fortunately for Anti, Wil was a prolific nymphomaniac. He had to have some kid, somewhere. There was no way the Wilford that Anti knew hadn’t had sloshed, unprotected sex at least once in his life. Everyone in the crime world knew that while Dark and Wil were Ego’s big couple, Wil slept around.

After a month, Anti gave up looking for the brat, either Dark had tried to clean up Wil’s extra-relationship affairs before they could bear fruit, or the kid had been hidden from Dark.

Another couple of weeks passed and his brain came up with a stupid idea: why not clone the assholes? Cut out the middleman. It was probably their only way someone was even going to get an ankle biter out of Dark in the first place.

But, as it turned out, cloning someone was way harder than Anti thought it would be. He needed people to do the cloning, a safe place for them to work. And after Google joined Dark, Anti had to avoid his prying eye because that walking laptop told Dark everything.

The eggheads he’d threatened found had been excited about the process, but hesitantly optimistic about their chances. But either way they’d need a test and Anti shrugged his shoulders and knew he couldn’t get any of the conventional ways to make a kid from Dark at least without getting his head blown off for even suggesting it.

They needed a test and Wil was the easy option.

“So wait?” Wil was already wasted, the slur in his speech even more pronounced after enough margaritas and martinis to kill a normal man, the two were sitting in a private room at some bar, Anti figured the mad man probably wouldn’t remember this come morning. “You need m’ what?”

“Yer aura,” Anti was admittedly a bit buzzed himself, electricity literally arching off of him in some spots. “I mean the docs will prolly use whate’er but I just wanna see what yer aura does if we pick it apart.”

Will just shrugged, and either he didn’t care or was too drunk to care, but he set his arm on the table and whipped out the stiletto knife he usually hid in the garter on his right thigh and ran it down his arm until he randomly stopped. Wil picked something up and a whirling mass of pink and yellow came off.

The mad man held it out. “Here yah go.”

Anti hesitantly grabbed it, it felt like the consistency of cotton candy, but had almost a soapy, saccharine, bubble gum. And to Anti something about it felt twisted and fake.

But by this point Anti knew Wilford was incapable of keeping secrets when he was this sloshed. Wil had already slipped some pretty spicy secrets about what he and Dark did in the bedroom that had Anti demanding that he wanted literal brain bleach to get out of his mind.

So Anti took it and let Wil try his hand at drunken flirting, leaving to go back to his lab coats to see what they could do with it.

And to everyone’s surprise, the aura was reacting to stuff, almost like it was a living organism or a parasite that lived within Wil’s soul and it was very choosy about what it let them stick onto it. Despite the fact that it just sat there and did nothing.

It looked a bit like a slug after it had stopped moving, a pink and yellow swirling slug.

At this point Anti had honestly forgotten about cloning Dark, the glitch demon wanted to see their auras fighting. He wanted to watch Wil and Dark’s auras tear each other apart.

So it was time to get Dark’s aura, but Anti couldn’t just ask the Entity for it, no! He knew that there was no force on earth or Hell that would get Dark to willingly give Anti his aura for his death matches. So he’d have to take a chunk off by force.

It took a week of stalking Dark before he finally got his chance, and Anti was just about ready to fight Dark himself but as luck and fate would have it, Dark decided to got out hunting.

The Entity was stalking a couple gangsters when Anti decided to make his move. They were a local group Anti liked to pick on from time to time, so they were a tiny bit smarter than some of the other groups that had tried and died taking Dark on as if he was Deceit.

When Dark folded himself out of one of the alley shadows, one of the gangsters froze, watching Dark snap his own neck like the drama queen he was.

“Huh,” the braver of the three gangsters realized. “Yer shorter than me.”

Anti almost blew his cover trying to stifle his own laughter. Dark looked insulted and infuriated. “Excuse you‽”

“Sorry,” the guy was over six feet tall, but not more than half a foot taller than Dark or Anti. “I just figured “the Demon of Egoton” would be more demon-like, an’ bigger.”

Dark seemed to get angrier, and Anti was trying to stop himself from laughing so much that he almost missed his chance.

The Entity’s aura shot out and grabbed onto the gangster, one of his friends tried to shoot Dark but it was stopped by another part of Dark’s aura. It began to ruthlessly tear into the gangster and his friends. “I’m not too short to kill you!”

Anti lunged for Dark, managing to get his claws into Dark’s aura. The demon screamed out, in screeching pain. “I’ll be takin’ some ‘a that.”

“ANTI! I will tear you apart so thoroughly that no force in Hell can piece you back together again!” Dark was furious, the gangster that were lucky enough not to get struck by Dark’s rampaging aura were forgotten.

Anti raced off, running into the Void and trying to keep the writhing mass that was Dark’s aura away from the other demon. It was consciously trying to get back to Dark, or to kill Anti, the glitch demon wasn’t sure which and he didn’t particularly care at the moment. He was just trying to get away from Dark to keep him from taking his aura back.

Eventually Anti did get away, it was more luck that anything else. But when the coast was clear Anti returned to the scientists, covered in his own blackish, glitching, ichor blood and holding out the angry, hissing fragment of Dark’s aura.

“Is that thing hissing?” The lead scientist asked, her curly light brown hair barely tied out of the way. Anti had completely forgotten all their names at this point. He was pretty sure it was Beautiful or Bunny or some weird French name he couldn’t pronounce.

“Yeah,” Anti smiled, “let’s throw this bastard in with Wil’s and see if they kill each other.”

“Is that still alive after you disconnected that from him?” She was staring at it like it was a scientific marvel.

“Well yeah,” Anti gestured as he spoke, “Wilf’s just got a weird aura. Most ‘a our auras are like this caustic fooker’s.”

Quickly the scientist grabbed a container, the same type they put Wil’s in and Anti poked at Dark’s aura with his own, trying to get it especially angry.

“Okay, Bunny let’s get this show on the road,” Anti dusted off his hands.

“It’s Beauregard,” she corrected sharply, fixing her glasses as she held onto the container with one hand.

“Ahh, whatever,” Anti dismissed, smiling. “I wanna see that prick’s aura get shredded.”

Beauregard stopped as they entered another room, Anti moving through the wall. “Hold up, if we put them together are they going to just rip each other apart?”

Anti shrugged, “I mean, Dark’s an angry fooker an’ Wil’s aura is infectious, they gotta do somethin’ cool to each other.”

Beauregard and Anti’s conversation came to a halt when they heard some yelling in the next room. She ran ahead, yelling, “What is going on in here?”

“I don’t know,” one of the technicians looked panicked. He and another technician were trying to keep Wil’s aura in the container it was in, the aura was bubbling and foaming, making a weird noise, Dark’s one aura was letting out that high pitched echo that Dark was infamous for. It cause more than one person to look around wildly for the demon to suddenly appear. It almost seemed like the fragment of Dark’s aura was shaking. The entire container Dark’s aura was in almost fell out of Beauregard’s arms. The result was the two auras seeming to square up against each other as if they were going to fight.

Anti was almost cackling, rubbing his hands together, “Come on Bubbles, fook ‘im up. I got a fiver on yeh.”

Wilford’s aura lunged again and suddenly it was inside the same container as Dark’s. The ringing became more intense.

Beauregard jumped, letting out this surprised scream. Then the ringing stopped when Wilford’s aura just parked itself next to Dark’s and they both calmed down. No one in the room moved, not wanting to set off either of their test subjects. Beauregard watched in awe as Dark’s aura changed from an inky grey to a mix of blue and red, the colors changing between the two but never mixing. It was more blue than red at the moment.

“Oh yeh sappy bastards,” Anti cursed, stomping over. “Come on, I wanted a cage match!”

“I thought we were cloning demons?” Beauregard asked him, most of her attention was on the little aura samples.

“Ehh, I’m already bored, tell me when they actually start doin’ somethin’ interesti’,” Anti dismissed, and then he left.

But when he was fully gone he stuck his head back in, “An’ by that I mean they set themselves on fire or start shootin’ acid.”

“Right, right, of course,” Beauregard agreed, holding up the container and smiling. Even if they failed, she was going to learn some amazing things about auras.

While Beauregard was planning, Anti had already gone back to Brighton to start terrorizing people again.

He was almost immediately found by Dark who demanded the shredded off piece of his aura back, he could grow it back on his own, of course, but didn’t like the idea of Anti having it.

So when Anti couldn’t produce the missing piece of Dark’s aura, the fight resulted in Anti being turned into pixels and Dark walking off with a broken arm and five broken ribs — not that Dark told anyone about the broken bones.

It took him a week to reform. By then he’d actually forgotten he’d gotten a team to do the actual cloning.

After months and months and months, they called him to say they’d “finally gotten a live one” and Anti couldn’t pass up the opportunity to watch Egoton burn.

After all, what could be more destructive than Wilford’s madness with Dark’s power?

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Egoton Origins #Markiplier #jacksepticeye #Darkstache #Darkiplier #Antisepticeye #Wilford Warfstache #Bim Trimmer #Prof. Beauregard #Anti takes a joke too far #illegal cloning

9 notes · View notes

stillebesat · 5 years ago

Text

The Interview (2/5)

Sanders Sides: Logan, Patton, Virgil, Roman Blurb: A normal day at StoryTime! Inc. takes an unexpected turn when Logan goes to investigate why his coworkers have made a bet using Crofters as the prize. Fic Type: General, Human!AU Warnings: None

To Catch Up: Chapter 1

“He’s standing again!” Patton’s voice echoed down the hallway as Logan approached.

He? Who was ‘he’? And why did they care if this ‘he’ was standing or not?

“Come on! Come on!” Callie encouraged as she stared out the window to the courtyard below. “You can--aww.” Logan paused in the doorway as Callie slumped, twisting her headband in her hands.

“He left. HUZZAH!” Reese declared triumphantly from where she sat across the room, her feet propped up on her desk.

Callie shook her head as she took her seat, turning to Reese. “No, no. He’s back to circling the bench again.” She said, slipping her headband back on. “Poor thing is going to create his own moat around it at this point.”

Patton exhaled, resting a hand on the window he was seated near, the sketchpad on his lap teetering on the brink of falling to the ground as he pressed his head against the glass. “You were so close, kiddo.”

“I told you.” Reese lazily tossed a stress ball up in the air, catching it with ease. “He’s not going to come in, you might as well pay up now, Pattey-cake.”

Patton shook his head, most of his attention still on the scene below. “Nu-uh, Reese, be Reeseonable. He hasn’t left yet. He could still come in.”

“Oh, please.” She scoffed, tossing her curly hair over her shoulder. “It’s been, what? Two hours now. If he had an appointment here, he’s waaaaaaayyy overdue. Pay up.”

“You said when he left. He hasn’t left.” Patton pointed out, tapping his fingers against the glass.

“You said when he came in. He hasn’t come in!” Reese retorted, raising her arm to throw the stress ball at him.

Logan cleared his throat.

Callie jumped at his voice, letting out a sound that could only be described as a squeak. She blushed, one hand rising to cover her mouth as she looked away.

“Dare I ask what’s going on?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Usually Callie was a bit more aware of his comings and goings being closest to the doorway. What had her so distracted to not notice him?

Reese froze, slowly rolling her head back to look at Logan upside-down before she shifted her eyes to Patton and straightened, tossing the ball at him. “You gotta be kidding me.” She muttered, dropping her feet from off the desk. “Do you really have a sense about when we talk about jelly, Specs, or is Pat somehow cluing you into it?”

Patton turned in time to avoid the ball, giving Reese a wide-eyed innocent stare as he picked it up and lobbed it back to her. “Me?”

She narrowed her eyes, catching the ball and placing it on her desk as she leaned forward. “You. You are doing something.”

“Or I happened to be stretching my legs.” Logan remarked, adjusting his glasses. It wasn’t their fault Reese remained unaware of connection between their two watches. It had been Patton’s idea in the first place to tinker with the devices until they could send small soundbites to each other through them. A secret communication system as it were. “What’s this about jelly? Who’s outside?”

“We have a bet going on whether or not the kiddo outside will come into the building.” Patton replied, picking up his sketch pad, twisting it to show a roughed out drawing of a young man in an ill fitting suit, with dyed hair, his bangs covering his eyes. “He’s…”

“A basket case?”

Patton frowned to Reese. “A little anxious.”

Reese snorted, idly tapping a couple keys on her keyboard. “A little? If we had been filming, we could have had a full two hour storyboard on him by now.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Storyboard?” What could the kid have been up to to warrant that?

Patton shrugged, adjusting his own glasses. “Well, he’s quite expressive.”

“Good movement. Great for figure sketching.” Callie softly added with a shrug. “I noticed him first.” She gestured to the window when Logan looked at her. “He keeps attempting to come inside, but then doesn’t. I think nerves are getting to him.”

“Told you.” Reese said, spinning in her chair. “Basket case. He’ll fail the first deadline.”

“Give him a chance.” Patton murmured scooting to the side as Logan came up next to him to see for himself. Sure enough, the young man was there, pacing around one of the benches in the plaza, a large folder gripped tightly against his chest.

Large enough to be a portfolio. Thick enough that it would hopefully show a variety of artistic styles and not just the one or two other potential hires thought they could get away with.

Maybe if they’d been applying to some of the other animation studios that would have been enough, but not StoryTime!. They were always looking to tell their stories in new, unique ways and using a variety of art styles was often key to that.

“He’s certainly not the most anxious one we’ve seen.” Logan said in an undertone.

Pat chuckled. “For sure. Remember the incident with the palm tree?”

Logan winced, automatically rubbing his wrist. “How could I forget?”

“Maybe he’s a vampire and needs to be invited inside.” Reese threw out, her cheek resting against her hand, curly hair covering half her face as she fiddled around with the computer mouse, staring at the computer screen in front of her. “Two handfuls of my Halloween candy says he is.”

“Two handfuls of my Christmas candy that he’s just shy.” Callie countered.

Reese grimaced. “You can’t offer Christmas candy before Thanksgiving, Cal!”

She raised an eyebrow. “I just did?”

“Is it last year’s Christmas candy?”

Callie made a face. “No, and Ew! Who keeps Christmas candy uneaten for a year?”

“That would be a tragedy.” Patton agreed.

“As will be your loss when I get your six jars of Crofters and your Triple Death by Chocolate Brownies, Pattey-cake” Reese shot back, pointing a finger at him.

Logan’s eyebrows shot up. Six? He mouthed in surprise. This was serious. Patton never involved more than four jars unless he felt strongly he’d win. What was it about the kid that had him so confident?

Patton nodded. “He’s going to come in. I know he will.” He said, a determined glint in his eyes as he stared down at the young man.

Reese scoffed again. “No. He won’t.”

“And you guys think he’s here for an interview?” Logan asked as the kid below collapsed onto the bench, head in his hands.

“Have you seen anyone else carry a portfolio that large?” Patton asked, giving him a soft smile.

“It’s large enough to paper the entire office.” Reese remarked.

Callie nodded, fidgeting with her headband. “Which means it has to be for Roman.” She said, barely loud enough for Logan to hear.

They had lost a couple of people in his department recently due to Roman being his usual extravagant self with his high expectations. It would definitely explain the nervousness to come inside too. His brother had quite the reputation for being difficult to work with on good days. Bad days...well a Dragonwitch was a more favorable being to face than Roman when he was in one of his perfectionistic moods.

Reese shook her head, tapping her foot against her desk. “If he is here for him, the poor guy’s a goner already.”

“Reese.” Patton again chided, intent on the boy below. “He hasn’t left yet.”

Logan pursed his lips. That was true. The fact that the young man hadn’t yet come in pointed to him already knowing this wasn’t going to be an easy interview. However. Patton was right. He hadn’t yet left.

He nodded to himself. Perhaps all he needed was an encouraging push in the right direction.

“What?” Reese asked, sitting back in her chair. “It’s true. Roman expects perfection. This guy can’t even come inside a building on his first try. He’s going to bolt faster than that last dude did after Roman was done with him.”

Callie winced. “The poor thing.” She mumbled. “Broke a glass door and dropped his portfolio down the stairs fleeing from ‘The Prince.’”

“Exactly. Two minutes tops. Another jar of Crofters that I’m right.”

Patton shook his head. “What do you think, Lo?” He asked quietly, glancing to him, tilting his head to the window. “You think he has a chance?”

Logan sighed, taking off his glasses, cleaning them with his shirt as he stared down at the young man, watching as he took four steps towards StoryTime!’s entrance before turning right back to the bench to circle it.

He had never had liked judging a book by its cover. You never knew the true contents until you looked inside and he wasn’t going to learn anything about the kid while he was up here.

“I think.” Logan slipped his glasses back on as he turned away from the window, rolling up his sleeves. “That I better get a couple jars of that jelly from one of you when I get back.”

To Be Continued Chapter 3

Taglist in Reblog

#The Interview #stillebesat #Sanders Sides #Logan #Patton #Logic #Morality #StoryTime!#Original Characters

132 notes · View notes

connorandersons-blog · 5 years ago

Text

To the Library

Rating: Explicit Word count: 3,576 Warnings: explicit content Ship: Markus/Connor AU: Human Chapter 2/5

-----------------------

Markus goes to the library a week later. He hadn't finished with his book, but Carl was. He had eagerly taken the book from Carl's hands, ignoring Carl's pointed looks.

When he got there he expected Connor to be behind the desk, but he wasn't there. Markus felt his heart sink as he placed the book in the return pile.

He might as well look around. Maybe he would find something intriguing to read. He took his time walking around, pulling out a few books to read their summaries before putting them back.

He went to walk around the corner and jumped when he saw Connor sitting in a chair, reading a book. His feet were pulled up, and he had black full-rimmed glasses on. His curly hair fell into his face and wore a soft-looking cable knit black turtleneck.

He looks simultaneously adorable and sexy as fuck like that. Oh fuck. He's totally fucked. He really hopes Connor is at least a little gay, and single, otherwise he knows he's going to hurt his heart. Apparently, he made some type of noise because Connor glances up from his book.

"Markus! Did you need any help?" He asks, putting his legs back onto the ground. He had texted Connor but he wasn't sure what was appropriate to send, so he always kept it short.

Connor grabbed a bookmark and put it in the book, which wow, was Les Misérables and it looked like it was the actual version in French.

"You're… you were actually reading that?" He asks, walking over. Connor glances at the book, flipping it over in his hands.

"Oh, yeah. I hadn't gotten the time before, but yeah. Amanda, she made sure we were able to learn any language we want. I learned French, German, Spanish, Latin, and Russian. Oh! Also ASL." Holy fuck. He was sure his jaw was on the ground.

This man was smart enough to be literally anything he wanted, and he was here working at a library, reading a book most people didn't even attempt to read.

"That… wow. That's really impressive, Connor." Markus said, sitting down in a chair close to him.

He ducks his head again, and Markus is getting to the point where he wants to keep making him have that reaction. "Amanda taught us early so it was easy, nothing truly impressive."

Markus shakes his head. How could he not see how impressive that was? It didn't matter when he learned, he retained the information even after all these years. "Trust me, it's impressive."

"I… thank you, Markus." He says, looking at him through his lashes. Wow, his eyes were so stunning and now he really wanted to see him on his-nope! Nope, he is not thinking about that. Not in a library.

"Of course, I was wondering, do you have any books you'd recommend reading?" Connor quickly stood up and pulled Markus up too by his hand. He probably didn't even realize he was still holding his (ugh, probably sweaty) hand as he dragged him through the library. Well, dragged isn't the right word as he was doing his best to keep up, but gladly following along.

"Ok, so the first is technically not for adults, but the humor is amazing and generally flies right over kids." He says, pulling down a book- Artemis Fowl- still not letting Markus go. Apparently, he's getting more than one book as Connor leads him around, explaining some as he pulls them out.

Markus laughs as he's pulled and watches as the stack of books grow taller. It isn't actually that many books, but it's incredible how enthusiastic he is.

Once Connor seems to be done he leads them back to where he left his own book. He lets go of Markus to set the stack of books on a table, then picks up his own book. He sits down again, pulling his legs under him. "I know that's a lot, and you don't have to check them all out."

There are seven books in all and Markus is most definitely going to at least attempt to read all of them, even if it meant renewing them.

"No, this is wonderful; I look forward to reading all of them." He glances through all of them before picking up the shortest one. "I hope you don't mind if I read with you."

"No! Of course, feel free. The Artemis Fowl series has always been a favorite of mine." Connor said, flipping open his book. "Oh, I never asked, do you speak any languages other than English?"

Markus flips to the first page of the book, taking in the worn feeling of it. "Not really. I know a few things in French and a few in Latin, but that's just what I learned from Carl."

Connor smiled and nodded. "Du siehst umwerfend aus." Connor said, before quickly looking down at his book.

Oh, he really wanted to know what that meant. "I… that was German, right? What does it mean?"

"Oh, um it means to enjoy your book." Connor's face flushed and he puts his nose back into a book. He has a feeling that's not what he actually said, but he doesn't know any German to dispute it.

"Thank you, I'm sure I will." He starts reading the first page. He has to admit, it's incredibly easy to follow. The humor is dry and makes him crackle. The first time he does it, he glances up and sees Connor staring at him. They both quickly look back to their books.

He gets lost in the book and reads almost half of it before his phone rings. He jumps practically out of his skin. He fumbles for a bit before pulling his phone out. He sighs when he sees it's a message from Carl. He isn't upset that Carl messaged him, but he is that he'll have to leave.

"Ah, I need to get home, well to Carl's." He definitely considered Carl's place home more than anywhere else had been. They both stand and Markus grabs his stack of books.

"I'm not technically working, but I can still check you out," Connor says, taking the books when they get to the desk. He scrunches up his face as he types something into the computer then scans the books. "I gave you the six weeks employees get but don't tell," he fake whispers.

Markus snorts and puts a finger up to his lips. "Your secret is safe with me." He took the books and waved at Connor before leaving.

______________________________________________________________

"Markus!" Connor panted, arching his back. Markus reached out and covered Connor's mouth with his hand.

"Shh, you gotta be quiet baby, or we'll be caught." He whispered but didn't let up at all. He set a steady, but quick pace with his hips, matching the same with his hand stroking Connor's length.

They were in the back part of the library, where they hopefully wouldn't get caught. Connor was wearing the same thing from when he gave him all those books, but his glasses were skewed and his hair was completely tousled. He looked fucking amazing like this.

Connor whined into his hand, pushing back into him. He wanted to hear him so badly, but maybe once they were alone.

The sound of skin hitting skin was obscene in such a quiet place. He could smell the old books, but he couldn't focus on anything but Connor.

He leaned forward and kissed the back of Connor's neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. He wanted to absolutely wreck him; he wanted him to not be able to walk straight for a week.

"Connor, you're so beautiful. So beautiful, and all for me." He mumbled. Connor's eyes watered from so much stimulation. He could feel how close they both were. So, so fucking close.

Markus jerked awake, sitting up. His eyes were wide as he looked around his dark room, panting. He groaned and flopped back onto his bed. This wasn't the first time he had that particular dream, but each time ended the same.

He reached down and didn't bother opening his eyes as he stroked himself. He wouldn't be able to go back to sleep until he came so it was better to get it over with.

He imagined Connor on his knees, looking up at him with those stunning brown eyes. "Fuck," he groaned, spilling into his hand.

Markus was supposed to go to the library today to bring back Carl's book, but this would make it so much harder (no pun intended). He didn't know how he could face Connor after thinking about him like that.

He rolls over and digs through his drawers finding his wipes. He cleans himself up, and checks his phone, squinting when the brightness is too high.

To Connor:

I'll be there tomorrow

[Read, 9:19 pm]

To Markus:

I can't wait! ☺️

[Read, 9:20 pm]

Ugh, how could he be so cute? Even his typing was cute! It was completely unfair. What had he done to deserve this kind of torture?

He had a feeling he was at least somewhat gay, especially since Carl seemed to be trying to get them together. He probably knew more about Connor than Markus did, though he wouldn't tell him.

He checked the time and groaned again, dropping his phone on his chest. It was way too early to get up, but he doubted he'd be able to sleep again. He should at least try, though.

Before he knows it his alarm is going off and he honestly feels like crying. He hadn't gotten any more sleep, and he couldn't stop thinking about Connor.

He slowly sat up and got ready for the day. He lived with Carl so it wasn't like he had to drive to work, so he got more time in bed than he would have otherwise.

He gave Carl his medicine and breakfast before the man waved him off. Markus huffed and grabbed the book before taking the bus to the library.

It was a much warmer day than it had been in a while, and Markus basked in the sunlight. He loved raining days but there was something so comforting about the sun coming out after days of rain. It was like he could feel how alive the world was, and it just made him livelier.

He walks in and before he can even say hello Connor is up and beside him. He's wearing a sweater vest again with a white button-up, but the sleeves are rolled up, and Markus is sure he's dying. He's not wearing his glasses but his hair is mostly pushed back out of his face, except for a few curls that seemed to do whatever they want.

"Markus! How are you?" He asks, smiling widely. Markus leans over and drops the book in the return bin, but feels his heart stop when doing so brings him close to Connor. His mind flashes to the dream and he quickly leans back.

"Not too bad, didn't get much sleep last night, you?" They start their walk around the library. At some point, he'd get the next book Carl wanted, but for now, he just enjoyed Connor's company.

Connor gave a sympathetic hum, "neither did I. Today has been lovely, though. The weather is much better than before. I'm planning on taking Sumo for a walk later."

"Sumo?"

Connor's eyes light up and he bounces more as he walks. Overall he looks even more adorable. "He's Hank's dog. When I was a detective Hank was my partner, and he's basically a father to me now. Amanda never let us have pets, and I really like dogs so I go over to Hank's a lot." Ah, that did sound like Stern. She could be an exceedingly uptight woman from what he's heard.

"Sumo is Saint Bernard! He's basically a giant teddy bear, though he likes to lay completely on me." Connor says, sighing happily.

Markus chuckled and shook his head, imagining a big dog lying on Connor while he was splayed out on the ground. "He sounds adorable." So do you, he wanted to add but bit his tongue.

Connor quickly nods. "He is! I like dogs. Well, all animals honestly. I've got a fish at home, Trichogaster Laliu, or most commonly known, a Dwarf Gourami." Leave it to Connor to know the scientific name for it.

"Carl has parakeets, but I never got to have pets growing up." Well, that wasn't completely true, he did but it never lasted long.

"Oh? Were your parents strict too?" Connor asks, swaying his arms and accidentally brushing against Markus's.

Markus is so tempted to just take his hand but decides against it. He was a very tactile person, so holding hands between friends weren't uncommon for him. However, he didn't know if Connor was open to that.

"Ah, not always? I… I grew up in the foster system. Eleven foster families in all, but I aged out." He remembered the day and how much it hurt, knowing he wasn't wanted. "Carl, he found me and took me in. He paid for my college and now I take care of him." He smiled. He honestly owed his life to Carl.

Connor's eyes go wide. "Oh, I'm sorry. Caelum and I got adopted pretty quickly, but I remember how hard it had been." He wondered if they ever would have met if Connor hadn't been adopted.

Markus shrugs. Sure it had been hard but now he has the life he always dreamed about. He had someone who cared about where he was, or if he ate enough. He had his friends, and now he had a very huge crush on a very adorable man.

"It's fine, I'm happy now. Are you?" He honestly didn't mean to ask something so deep, but it just slipped out.

Connor hummed and thought for a moment. "I think I am. I loved being a detective, but I also love this," he motions around to the library. "Sometimes if Hank can't figure a case out he'll ask me. There's always room for improvement, but that's just life."

He couldn't agree more. To him, the purpose of life was to grow. If you became stagnant then the ability to become happy disappeared.

"I hope this isn't offensive… but from what I've heard about Stern, she doesn't seem the type to think being a librarian is an actual job." She was a strict woman but he knew she always just wanted the best for those she cared about.

Connor chuckles. "Yeah, but I still consult for the dpd and even sometimes the FBI if they need me. At first, she thought this wasn't acceptable at all, but I guess she saw how at peace I am. I get the best of both worlds doing this."

Holy fuck. He worked with the FBI and said it like it was nothing. "How old are you?" Wow, that came out wrong. Thankfully Connor just laughed.

"I'm twenty-five, but technically I'm six." Apparently, Markus's confusion shows on his face. "Leap-year baby."

"Leap-year baby and a twin, what are the odds of that?" He really didn't think Connor would have an answer.

"There's a one in 1,461 chance of having a leap day birthday. The odds of twins are one in 67 times the odds of being born on February 29, which comes out to one in 97,887." His jaw was definitely on the ground.

"Though, because we are identical the odds go up to one in 365,250. So, I am exceedingly rare in that case." Connor shrugged.

"That and you're a genius." Markus points out. Connor blushed and ducks his head. He grins and bumps their shoulders together. Connor's eyes widen and he actually brings a hand up to cover his face. Hm, interesting but also adorable.

"Oh, I was wondering if you have Odes by John Keats. Carl wants to read it." Connor sighs, he's probably glad for the subject change.

He stood for a moment and glances around before nodding to himself. "If we do, it'll be this way." Connor reaches out and gently touches Markus's arm, but he doesn't hold onto him like before. He really wished he would.

Connor finds the area and looks around. Oh goodness, they are definitely in the back of the library and it's almost the exact same as his dream.

Connor crouches down, and runs his fingers against the books, squinting at them a bit. He obviously still works out and Markus would very much like to feel those thighs. They practically stretch his pants to their limit and it's driving him insane.

Then, of course, Connor makes it worse. He doesn't know why, but Connor turns to him without standing and looks up at him, smiling softly. He really, really needed him to stand back up soon, or he was going to have a very obvious problem.

Thankfully Connor doesn't stare at him for long (even though it feels like an eternity). He finds the book and stands up in one fluid motion. That did make him wonder, how had he been injured badly enough to have to retire so early? He had stated that he loved being a detective, so it wasn't for want to stop, and he just took the chance.

This time he doesn't hand Markus the book, he just holds onto it. "Do you want to get coffee?" Connor blurts out. "I-I mean, they have a small coffee shop upstairs. We can get some if you want. Or, if you have the time. Sorry." Connor cringed at himself, keeping his eyes trained on the ground.

"Ah, I'd love to, but I should be getting back to Carl. I'll treat you to one another time. Or, well… there's this new Cafe opening, we could go there if you'd like." He's ready to apologize too but Connor quickly glances up and nods.

His grin is so bright it's blinding, but Markus can't seem to look away. "I'd love to! I heard about that but didn't have a reason to go."

"How about," he paused, mentally going over his schedule, "Thursday at two? We can do it earlier if you want."

By then they were at the desk again and Connor scanned the book. "Two works, it's a date!" He smiled handing him the book and card back.

Markus fumbled but tried to play it off with a chuckle. He probably didn't mean it like that, but fuck he hoped he did.

He is almost jogging away, mostly to stop himself from saying something stupid. He considers just walking home but decides to take the bus. He didn't need to have to take another shower today.

He's definitely more calmed down by the time he gets home, but his mind was still racing. Connor definitely hadn't meant it like that. No, he couldn't. It was just coffee. Just two guys, who are friends, getting coffee. Totally nothing else. Nope, nada.

He feeds the parakeets and looks around for Carl. He notices the lights are on in the studio, so he goes there. It wasn't odd for either one of them to spend most of the day there.

Carl is working on the huge painting that he'd been painting for over three weeks now. Even now, it was incredibly striking, unfinished. Carl looked down at him and then back to the painting. Markus stands back, taking it all in. He was always stunned at Carl's work, even when he couldn't quite get it.

The moment Carl could he had given Markus a paintbrush. At first, Markus had just painted the world around him as it was. Carl had taught him to paint what he saw, yes, but what he felt about it.

He definitely wasn't the best, even after all this time, but he still enjoyed painting, especially with Carl. Though, it seemed Carl was already one step ahead of him.

An easel was set up, along with a blank canvas for him. He knew what he wanted to paint before even picking up his pencil to sketch it out.

He loved the sound of the pencil against the canvas, though he often had to take a step back, look it over and fix the problems. Some people could just paint, but Markus preferred to be able to actually see it first before he put any paint on the canvas.

He hadn't even realized Carl had stopped painting until he heard him from behind. "Oh my god."

Markus let his hand drop as he looked at the sketch. It was definitely his best work so far and he hadn't even started painting yet.

It wasn't even that exquisite, definitely not as good as Carl's, but even still. It had so much emotion in it that you could overlook any mistakes.

"I… I probably should have asked him if I could paint him first." Markus mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

Carl quickly shakes his head, "no, this is amazing." Carl rolls closer eyes wide. Markus can't help but agree. Drawing Connor was the easiest thing he'd ever drawn, and he didn't know why. Well… that wasn't completely true but he wasn't going to think about it.

He was definitely not thinking about that as he picked up a paintbrush, and he wasn't thinking about it as he started to paint.

23 notes · View notes

blouisparadise · 5 years ago

Photo

Here are some great bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of June. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Until You’re Home | Explicit | 1039 words

Louis lives in London, Harry lives in Tokyo. They make it work.

2) He Holds My Paradise | Mature | 1332 words

“What is it that you want, baby?”

“Your dick” Louis breaths out, choking on his own words, neck still covered by his boyfriend’s hand.

“And where do you want it, baby?” the Devil asks him, a satisfied smirk painting his lips. “in my pussy, please.”

3) Morning | Explicit | 1428 words

Harry and Louis wake up and have a 'productive' morning in the shower ;)

4) Let's Go To The Beach | General Audiences | 1489 words

Note: This fic contains no explicit smut, but since it’s omega Louis, we’ve included it. This is a sequel. Part one of this fic is #6 on this list.

"Louis," Harry repeated.

"Right," Louis sighed. "He tried to scent me."

or the one where Louis has a meeting with an aggressive alpha and Harry calms Louis down.

5) Sweet Relief, Pretty Please | Not Rated | 1840 words

Louis is drunk, sad and alone, and Harry is a wanker.

6) Hey Moon, Don't You Fall Down | Mature | 2574 words

Note: The sequel to this fic is #4 on this list.

"Make me yours," Louis opened his eyes and put his hands on Harry's shoulders. "I'm ready, alpha, always been ready for you. Since the first day we met, I was yours. Please," Louis gasped as Harry slid his fingers out of him.

or the one where Harry and Louis finally bond.

7) Nothing Like Anything | Explicit | 2614 words

Harry is bored of his frat parties. No one interesting comes anyway.It's always drunk people, grinding in the living room, strangers trying to catch his eye. He's about to leave, just to ease his pounding head when he sees him, sinful on the dance floor and suddenly the party isn't so bad.

8) Over Exposed - Part Two| Explicit | 2840 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic.

Harry and Louis take a quick break from Harry's tour to attend the VMAs, then have a night out at a club.

9) Sweet Vanilla Cream | Explicit | 2896 words

Harry fights to resist his roommate's new omega boyfriend, Louis. Louis maybe doesn't want him to resist.

10) Take Off Your Glasses | Mature | 3742 words

Louis was enjoying his time, as he decided to spend his weekend clubbing, Louis knows no one in there, yet someone wanted to mess with him to know who's Louis the attractive boy in the black skirt.

"It’s Louie.. Sir."

11) Rose’s Fortune | Mature | 5055 words

Note: This fic contains no explicit smut but since it’s a/b/o we’ve decided to include it in this monthly roundup.

Omega Louis takes one of his siblings to the doctors (check up, possible broken bone or possibly injections?) and the new Dr is Alpha Harry. Harry is great with kids and Louis is smitten. Harry is smitten too but attempts to act professionally and keep his distance whenever Louis visits the Drs with his siblings or to pick up his prescriptions. But Harry realises there is no reason for him not to make a move as Louis isn't under his care.

12) Dare You To Move | Not Rated | 6060 words

The one where Harry falls in love with the omega who is the brain behind the omega march he joined.

13) Savage Garden’s Song Rules Sometimes (While Yours Always Reign Supreme) | Explicit | 6261 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic.

The morning after one too many nights of isolation for Louis Tomlinson and his hot & dangerous boy.

Aka how insanely adorkable Harry Styles could be after a sulking episode. [wordplay edition]

14) I Can Feel Your Blood Pressure Rise | Explicit | 9292 words

"Hello, your Highness," Harry heard a familiar voice coming from behind him. Chills ran down his body as he felt the coldness of something sharp poke the back of his neck, "Turn around slowly or I'll hurt you,” the voice said in a teasing tone.

Where Louis is some sort of Robin Hood and sneaks into the King's castle, only to be fucked hard.

15) You Know What They Say | Explicit | 10323 words

Nice guys always finish last.

16) Teenage Dream | Explicit | 10333 words

Harry and Louis get reintroduced to each other by their friends. It’s an instant connection. Now they’ve just gotta get to know each other.

17) Move So Petty (You're All I See) | Explicit | 10548 words

Harry’s pretty content with his life. He loves his job- a veterinarian at a local clinic who’s already built up a name for himself despite his young age. He loves his gorgeous flat with its wide, open space and minimalistic, yet still homey feel. He loves his family who he talks to and visits as much as possible, not bothered by the long hours of driving to Holmes Chapel from London he endures multiple times a month. He loves his friends and his coworkers and his neighbors- especially Allison, the little old lady next door who brings him and Louis cookies on holidays and who always comments on how “strong and handsome you are, Mr. Styles,” everytime he sees her.

And most importantly, he loves Louis, just- maybe in a slightly different way.

18) When Tomorrow Comes | Explicit | 11111 words

The one where Louis is an Omega who has been keeping himself pure for his Alpha, Harry is a traditional Alpha focusing on his studies while he waits to find his bondmate, and Niall is a sneaky bastard who keeps borrowing Louis’ clothes and never returning them.

19) Smells Like Omega Spirit | Not Rated | 11769 words

Note: This fic contains no explicit smut, but since it’s omega Louis, we’ve included it.

Louis is an omega doing a test run on neutralizers for a class project. Every time he talks to Harry he smells completely different.

Harry is an alpha who can't figure out if he's going crazy or his sense of smell is broken, but all he wants to figure out what Louis' real scent is.

Somehow they figure it out.

20) You Kill My Mind | Explicit | 13181 words

Harry has always been ashamed to reveal his kinks to friends and partners alike. One day he meets a man who seems perfectly designed for him and they embark on a wonderful, sex-filled exploration journey.

21) In The Heat Of The Moment | Mature | 15743 words

When Louis unexpectedly goes into heat in maths class it takes him way too long to figure out why (it might have something to do with a certain curly haired boy sitting next to him).

22) Was In No Hurry, Had No Worries | Explicit | 21485 words

The year is 1999 and Harry can’t stop dedicating songs to Louis on the radio. Or the one where Harry hits Louis with his car.

23) You're The Smell Before Rain, You're The Blood In My Veins | Explicit | 21945 words

“It was him you talked about, when you used to call me late at night, saying you were missing your ex? Was it him, your important five-year long story? Was it him the person you had thought about proposing, one day?” Nick asks with a low voice, almost inaudible, almost like he’s talking to himself “He’s my boyfriend…” he whispers again, without looking up.

“I know! And you shouldn’t worry, because you don’t have a single reason to do so. He’s yours now, he’s with you. I really don’t understand why you came here, honestly” Harry says defending himself out of instinct, even if he has no reason to react like that. He just- just wishes for Nick to leave his room and go back home to Louis. Because at this point Nick has Louis and fuck, why can’t he just go fuck off for once? Doesn’t he have enough shit do deal with already? Does he really need to get into this as well? Right now?

24) Like The Earth Around The Sun | Explicit | 23600 words

The one where Harry bursts in on Louis in heat and things only get more complicated from there.

25) The Blood of Love | Explicit | 25273 words

Harry is a nurse and Louis is a painting worth more than a thousand words. As desire and darkness encompasses him, Harry has to learn the secrets of Thorne Hills manor before he succumbs to the mystery that surrounds him.

26) Habit | Teen & Up | 27095 words

In which Louis is a Donna who has a soft spot for alpha Harry.

27) Let Me Carry Your Weight | Explicit | 28633 words

Louis is fresh out of a bad relationship with someone who made him feel awful about how he looked. on his journey to better himself, he meets harry - the ridiculously attractive and fit personal trainer.

28) Robbers And Cowards | Explicit | 33237 words

A modern day Robin Hood AU where Louis and Harry (don’t really) hate each other but they hate greedy billionaires more.

29) Caves End | Explicit | 39711 words

The one where Harry has lost his future, Louis has lost his past, but maybe together, they can find a way through the dark.

30) Soaked In The Blood Of Angels | Explicit | 40867 words

The boy looks drugged, caught between a man who’s almost twice his size and a girl who looks like she wouldn’t even break a sweat snapping him in half despite her small stature, eyes closed and mouth open as he pants, arching up between them almost as if he’s trying to escape.

Normally, Harry would ignore it and continue on his search for someone to drink from, someone who wouldn’t mind his sharp teeth and rough hands. He’s seen plenty of boys like this one, ones who picked the wrong playmates, and if he stopped to rescue every single one of them he would have died from thirst a long time ago.

This one, though. There’s something about this one, the sheen of his bright blue eyes as he blinks slowly, looks around as though he doesn’t know where he is, the weakness of his hands as he tries to push the girl off of him and make his escape.

31) With Stars Of Brightest Gold | Explicit | 41109 words

Louis Tomlinson is the premier courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. In his dreams, he has always wanted to be a famous stage actor. Locked into his contract, he has little means of escape until a handsome duke promises him freedom with a romantic alliance. Due to a case of mistaken identity playwright Harry Styles is thrown into the mix, compelling Louis to choose between his head or his heart.

32) We Both Got Nothing To Hide | Explicit | 43811 words

Omega Louis has a secret nest. Alpha Harry keeps losing his clothes.

33) In A World Alone | Explicit | 50787 words

Harry’s breath catches as the glow grows bigger and bigger until he’s squinting his eyes and blinking at the sudden intense brightness. He closes his eyes, rubbing at them helplessly. When his eyes open again- he gasps, grip loosening on his bow as he gawks at the sight before him.

Because the swan is gone.

And in its place is the prettiest omega Harry has ever seen.

A Swan Lake AU.

34) Hunting Ground | Not Rated | 583658 words

Note: This fic is the third part of a series. Part two is #38 in this list.

Louis Tomlinson didn’t know how complicated life could be until he became a werewolf. And until he was mated to Harry Styles, the son — and enforcer — of Liam, the leader of the North American werewolves, he didn’t know how dangerous it could be either...

Louis and Harry have just been enlisted to attend a summit to present Liam's controversial proposition: that the wolves should finally reveal themselves to humans. But the most feared Alpha in Europe is dead set against the plan — and it seems like someone else might be too. When Louis is attacked by vampires using pack magic, the kind of power only werewolves should be able to draw on, Harry and Louis must combine their talents to hunt down whoever is behind it all — or risk losing everything.

35) The Wrath of the Emerald Eyes | Mature | 85205 words

His chin is grabbed harshly, facing the two deep green eyes that have been getting on his nerves for the past ten minutes. The smirk on the man's face does not vanish. The grip of his hand on Louis' chin does not soften, his thumb at the side of his lower lip.

His smile widens as he answers Louis' question, ''My name is Styles, but you will call me Captain."

Pirate AU.

36) Cry Wolf | Not Rated | 85205 words

Note: This fic is the second part of a series. Part three is #36 in this list.

Louis never knew werewolves existed, until the night he survived a violent attack... and became one himself. After three years at the bottom of the pack, he'd learned to keep his head down and never, ever trust dominant wolves. Then Harry Styles, the enforcer—and son—of the leader of the North American werewolves, came into his life.

Harry insists that not only is Louis his mate, but he is also a rare and valued Omega wolf. And it is Louis' inner strength and calming presence that will prove invaluable as he and Harry go on the hunt in search of a rogue werewolf—a creature bound in magic so dark that it could threaten all of the pack.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

You can find other monthly roundup fic rec lists here.

#bottom louis #top harry #blp fic recs #monthly fic recs #fic recs #blp #larry

231 notes · View notes

buttered-ghost-toast · 5 years ago

Note

Listen, if you don't fill out all of those numbers and tell me everything about your MC I'm going to feel robbed

Oh geez, fam! ...aight. That took me a minute. But below you will find out more about my girl, Niri!

1. What is their favourite food?—

Cheeseburgers and carrots.

2. Do they have a fear of an animal? If so, what animal? –

Not a fan of snakes, lizards, frogs, sharks.

3. What do they wear to bed? –

Shorts and a t-shirt. Sometimes nothing at all!! That had to stop when she moved into the HoL though. Brothers poppin’ in at all hours gettin’ an eyeful. Lucifer was upset.

4. Do they like cuddling?—

1000000000%. Niri’s a big ol’ cuddle bug. Asmo’s all about it. So is Beel.

5. Do they have a secret handshake with anyone? -- With Astaroth. It’s quite elaborate and they only ever do it when they decide to get up to trouble.

6. What do they look like? –

She cute if I may say so myselffff (don’t judge me, she’s a self insert hah!) Mid to slightly above average height for a human female, fairly toned. Brown eyes, mid-back length hair that’s brown at the root, fades to a teal and purple under layers. Sometimes her hair will fade to a light yellowy-green. She has the hookup for dye from Barbatos who likes to procure things for her from the human realm. She also has quite a few tattoos.

7. Do they like chocolate? –

Only dark. She’s allergic to additives in certain milk chocolates so she doesn’t eat it much.

8. What are their good and bad traits?

Good: Helpful, kind, encouraging, quite a hard worker in any task given her.

Bad: Easily swept up into trouble by others, will prioritize naps over other stuff sometimes, awfully flirtatious which gets her in hot water with Lucifer because apparently lesser demons keep poppin’ by the house with gifts also HUMAN, DID YOU REALLY JUST SAY THAT TO LORD DIAVOLO?! Oopsssssss~ Also, you know how Luci’s always doing the “MAAAAMMMOOOONNNNN…”…yeah, that’s almost always followed by “NIIIIIRIIIIIIIIII….”

9. Do they have any artistic talent?

Yes. She’s a musician so there’s that…and she likes to paint.

10. What is their favourite room to be in, in the house they live in?

She likes the music room since the boys tend to spend quite a bit of time in there together, but she’s usually found in the kitchen making loads of food and baked goods…also, that’s where you’re more likely to find Beel, and she reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally likes Beel.

11. Do they believe in luck?

To an extent. She believes that luck exists, but she thinks relying on it is a bit naïve.

12. Can they do magic?

Like pull a rabbit out of a hat type thing? Yes. She picked up a few little tricks here and there from a friend who loves show magic. Def not the real stuff though.

13. Do they believe in dragons?

She didn’t until she went to the Devildom. Not that they just have dragons hangin’ out all willy-nilly, but she’s heard stories from the brothers and others about dragons.

14. What is a pet peeve of theirs?

Rudeness and liars who don’t give up even after they’ve been caught in the lie. Also people who demand things of others as if they’re property and not living beings with feelings …this isn’t about Belphegor at all. Nope. She doesn’t have issues with him still.

15. What was the last thing they cried about?

She was able to talk to all her bandmates at once for her weekly call home. They all just really miss each other, ok? It sucks that she has to lie to them about where she is because she knows they’re worried about her, but it was just nice to hear their voices.

16. What is their sexuality?

Pan.

17. Do they have a best friend? If so, who, and what makes them their best friend?

We’ll narrow this down to the Devildom. Niri gets along with everyone and literally loves all the beings she’s met and knows she could count on them for most anything, but there’s definitely a more solid feeling to her connection with Beelzebub. They sort of just get to be vulnerable and entirely open with one another and there is never judgement or ill will, even when Beel eats her secret snack stash…again.

She’s kind of getting to that point with Astaroth as well, but she can sense he’s still a little guarded in certain aspects, and she’s not going to push.

18. Have they ever been in a romantic relationship?

Yes, quite a few. It’s not her favorite thing to talk about since she’s been quite unlucky in that aspect, but hey, the past is the past.

19. What does their relationship with their family look like? Are they close? Distant? Ect.

Her actual family family (with the exception of her brother) are not close in the least. They’re sort of barely on speaking terms. Her chosen family (comprised of her band and some of the closest staff) is extremely close.

20. Do they have a pet?

No. She loves animals and had a dog up until recently, but they passed. It’s okay though, they had a good long life and it wasn’t painful for them when it happened.

21. Do they have a familiar?

Nope. Non-magical.

22. Are they a supernatural being?

Nope! “Boring” human, but she does seem to always find herself in weird situations that are sorta paranormal.

23. How do they usually wear their hair?

It really just depends on the day. If she had time to work on it, it’s down and straight. If it’s a rush in the morning (read: fight for the bathroom because Beel won’t MOVE) she’ll toss it in a bun or ponytail depending on how hot it is outside. There are the odd days when she’ll just let it vibe in its natural wavy/curly state, but she kind of got fed up with the brothers calling her a sheep because it’s so fluffy.

24. Can they play an instrument? If so, what instrument and what can they play?

Yes! She learned guitar and bass at a young age and was tinkering with drums before she was whisked away to the Devildom.

25. What type a high schooler are/were they?

She was the quiet weird kid that didn’t quite fit in with the weird weird crowd, but also wasn’t popular. Plenty of people knew her or of her, but she mainly stuck with her group of friends and was nice to everyone.

26. Have they ever been in a physical fight before? If so, with who? Who won?

Yes. Just small bits of violence. No one of import, tbh. But there was that one time they all went out to party at the fall and Mammon and Levi started teasing her and in her drunken state, Niri went to punch Mammon who managed to duck so she hit Levi square in the nose. He was fiiiiiiine.

27. What is their favourite holiday?

Halloween because it’s fun, Christmas because of the togetherness, and EASTER BECAUSE MARSHMALLOW PEEPS!

28. If they could have one wish, what would they wish for?

A pass to go from the Devildom to the Human realm and back whenever she wants forever.

29. Do they wants kids? If they already have kids, do they want more?

No. Never.

30. Do they have a job?

Yes? Being a singer in a band is a job, right? It doesn’t always feel like a job because it’s awesome, but it’s a job.

31. Do they know how to drive?

Yes. She has convinced Mammon to let her drive his car on a few occasions and every time they get back he swears NEVER AGAIN. She a little speed demon.

32. Do they get stressed out easily?

Funny story, actually…YES. But she is pretty good at not letting it show. So on the outside she’s like la-la-la~ but inside it’s all AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~~~

33. Did they ever dye their hair before? If so, to what colour? Did they like it?

Absolutely lol. Niri has gone through a few colors in her life, but her favorite is and always will be the teal. (Fun fact: the purple came from a happy accident a few years back when she dyed over a pink shade and a layer turned out purple. She liked it so now she does it that way on purpose.)

34. Have they ever broken the law?

Never anything egregious, but she’s gotten tickets for stuff in the human world. Disturbing the peace, speeding, she was fined once (along with her bandmates) for a surprise free show they did in front of a train station which got a lot more attention than they were expecting and wound up shutting down a couple city blocks. Oooooooooopsss~

35. Do they own a plant?

She’s really bad with plants. REALLY bad. She was gifted a plant by Simeon a couple weeks into the exchange program and it took an embarrassingly long time for her to notice it was a fake plant…since he knows she sucks at keeping things alive.

36. Have they ever rode a horse before?

Once, and it was a terrifying experience so she just keeps her distance now.

37. What is their favorite gif?

anything featuring Titus Andromedon.

38. Do they get along with others easily?

She tries to. It’s not always possible, but she tries, dammit!

39. Do they have any tattoos?

Several, yes. One arm sleeve done, starting the other arm, both thighs have massive pieces on them and both ribs done as well. There are also a few small things on her fingers and back.

40. If I wanted to draw them, what would be distinct physical features that I would have to know to draw them correctly?

Lotta hair. Looooooottttta hair. And heavily winged eyeliner. Big lashes.

41. What is their favourite breed of dog?

Huskies. They’re just so cute and sassy! And perfectly sized!! Great cuddle buddies and fun to run with!

42. Do they live with anyone? If so, who?

Not in the human world, but she’s got 7 kinda irritating roomies in the Devildom!

43. Where is their dream vacation?

She’s traveled extensively, so there isn’t anywhere she dreams of going that she hasn’t already seen. Her favorite place is anywhere mountainous and lush.

44. Do they know more than one language?

Yep. Niri’s a language nerd. Because she likes to speak to fans and stuff, she has set it on herself to learn as many languages as she can. She’s not perfectly fluent in all of them, but it’s a good handful that she can hold a full conversation in. She and Satan like to practice with one another around the house, despite complaints from the others.

45. Are they a quick learner?

Depends. Most things, yes…..math and processes requiring math, NO.

46. Have they ever won a contest before? If so, what for? What did they win?

No, she’s not really the luck having type.

47. If the world were to end in 24 hours, where would they be and who would they be with?

Probably hugging Beel. They hug often. They’re kinda always together. It’s gross according to Leviathan and Belphegor.

48. What does their room look like?

She didn’t change much in the room she was given at the HoL. Just added her fake plant from Simeon and a few human things…she actually got the “Hang in There” kitty poster just for kicks. Lucifer hates it.

49. If they could have an extinct animal for a pet, what would they have?

A dodo bird. Because they’re weird and cool.

50. If they got called out by someone, what would they do?

Laugh and argue probably. Depends what they’re calling her out on.

51. Have they ever shot a gun before?

Yep. Actually enjoys shooting, it’s a fun stress reliever. She makes a point to drop by shooting ranges every once in a while back home.

52. Have they ever been axe throwing?

Once at a renaissance festival on an odd week of downtime. She didn’t do so well. The throwing was fine, but she never hit the target. Just be glad she didn’t hit a person either!

53. What is something that they want but can’t have?

At the moment, all the people she loves in one place.

54. Do they know how to fish?

Nope! She’s a mess with that kind of thing. Also, she doesn’t like the idea of fishing for anything herself. It makes her cry to think of the fish on the hook :<.

55. What is something they always wanted to do but too scared?

Hmm…Niri tries to live her life in a way that she won’t have regrets, so even if something is scary, she’ll pluck up the courage to do it. But…she still hasn’t jumped out of a plane.

56. Do they own their own baby pictures?

Absolutely not. She cringes thinking of the outfits her parents used to put her in, so she did her best to keep those kinds of things buried and acts like they never existed. Nope. Was never a baby. Nope.

57. What makes them standout among others?

Niri is a pro at pretending she’s confident, so she tends to draw attention when she walks in a room like she owns the place. Also her hair is kinda bright.

58. Do they like to show off?

Not really. She’s flamboyant in a sense, but she doesn’t go out of her way to call attention or to be center stage…heh.

59. What is their favourite song?

She can never pick, honestly. There are so many songs that are so amazing!

60. What would be their dream vehicle?

That’s a very good question. Probably something sitting in her garage back home. Probably being driven by one of her bandmates. Because hey, what are friends for?

61. What is their favourite book?

Not that she isn’t a big reader, but she doesn’t really get the time to enjoy books. There’s always something that needs attention or someplace to be and she’s required to engage, so focusing on a book or story is hard, but she’s a fan of classic novels, poetry, and Greek tragedies are always good!

62. Who, in their opinion, makes the best food?

She likes everything Barbatos makes and thinks Luke’s desserts are fantastic, but there’s something about a human recipe that just warms her heart, so…..herself. Lol.

63. Are they approachable?

Absolutely! If you can get past her intimidating resting face.

64. Did they ever change their appearance?

Not drastically, but she has gone through a few different phases until settling on a good one.

65. What makes them smile?

The silliness of those around her. Thinking of good memories with family/friends. Puppies.

66. Do they like glowsticks?

Yes. She has a stockpile of glowsticks that the brothers keep adding to.

67. What is something that is simple, but always makes them smile?

Watching the brothers bicker, even if it’s getting out of hand. It reminds her of her friends and how they always pick on one another.

68. Are they a day or night person?

Night, usually. Not that she dislikes the daytime, but day usually has so much stuff to be done whereas night is the fun stuff that doesn’t need a schedule.

69. Are they allergic to anything?

Some milk chocolate, bell peppers, and certain devildom plants.

70. What do you, the creator of this OC, like most about them?

She’s a spunky little thing who loves to have fun and make others smile above all else.

71. Who is their ride or die?

In the Devildom, Beelzebub and Astaroth.

Beel for most things, and Asta for the stuff Beel won’t do.

72. Do they currently have a significant other? If not, are they going to get one later one?

Erm…eh…look, it’s never been officially labeled or anything, ok? Like yeah they’re kind always together and have pet names for each other and like always touch and cuddle and like snuggle up in bed together and stuffffffffffff but like, idk? Is Beel her dude? Like….do we wanna even get into that?????? I mean, maybe someday? Like…what? What was the question??

73. What attracts them to another person?

A genuine heart, a killer smile, and a rockin’ bod. Yeah okay look everyone can be a little shallow sometimes okay get off her case >__<.

74. Who is one person that can always make them laugh?

She’s a damn fool and will laugh at ANYTHING, so it’s not hard. Everyone makes her laugh. The girl will 9 times out of 10 laugh at herself for the dumbest moments.

75. Have they ever partied too hard and their friends had to take them home?

Oh yes many times. Many many times. One of the first few times she hung out (went on a date) one-on-one with Beel they had a drinking contest and as it turns out, he can really hold his devil liquor.

76. Who would be their cuddle buddy?

She’ll cuddle up to Beel 99.9% of the time because he’s big and warm and always happy to hold, but she also really enjoys cuddling with Asmodeus. He’s such a sweetie and he smells so nice and they just snuggle and talk and laugh and it’s a nice escape. (Loads of times there are Asmo x Niri x Asta sandwiches in Asmo’s room.)

77. Who would cheer them up after a long day?

She tends to go to one of the brothers depending on what kind of day it’s been. Most of the time it’s gonna be Beel because again, big/warm/happy to hold her, but there are occasions where she’ll drag Beel to one of the others’ rooms and they’ll just hang out.

78. If they had a nightmare, who would they run to?

I mean…Beel. Lol. He’s right there.

79. What object to the care for the most?

She has a picture of her friends from back home that sits on her desk. She treasures that above all while she’s down in the Devildom.

80. Do they like other people’s children?

Sure. Kids are fine as long as they go back to their parents after a bit.

81. How would they react if someone broke into their home?

Seeing as there’s always someone coming into her room regardless if she’s there or not, she probably would just shrug it off. If someone decided to have a bad lapse in judgement and break into the HoL? She wouldn’t have to lift a finger.

82. Does anyone make them have butterflies in their stomach?

I mean….Beel. Lol. He so big and cute! Also Diavolo because he also big and cute.

83. What is something that they are good at?

Crying to get out of trouble. She’s a little shit. Lol.

84. What is their neutral expression?

Niri kinda always looks pissed off or uninterested? Until she smiles and you realize oh, she’s just a big ol’ faker.

85. Do they like to cook?

Yes. It’s one of her very favorite things to do!

86. What is something they can’t leave home without?

Her phone! (and Beel) but like, there’s just so much a phone can do!

87. Who is someone that they rely on?

Have I mentioned ever that Simeon is (or was at one time) Niri’s guardian angel? He seems to always be there and ready to help in any way, so she’s pretty reliant on him and hopes he feels the same toward her. (He does. Cue uwu’s)

88. Do they liked to be tickled?

Absolutely not. She’s extremely ticklish and hates being tickled. She flails and cries.

89. Have they ever been a sword fight before?

No. No she has not lol. Unless empty wrapping paper tubes count? She’s done that.

90. What is a joke that they would find funny?

All the bad ones. All of them. Ugly laugh here we go!

91. Do they have a place that can go and turn off their brain?

The gardens at RAD. It’s peaceful and there’s a great view of the sky.

92. What was their childhood like?

Not bad, but not memorable. There was a lot of pressure put on her to be a perfect kid, and she didn’t get to have a whole ton of fun.

93. What are they like as an adult?

Responsible, but definitely fun-loving. Like I mentioned before, she likes to live in a way that she won’t ever regret not having done something she wanted to do, or regret any actions she took, so she’s always got an open mind and welcomes new experiences. She’s a big ol’ kid.

94. Do they take criticism well?

Yes. She welcomes criticism in any form as she is always looking to be the best person she can be.

95. Have they ever jumped out of a plane?

No. Not yet!

96. Who do they like to make jokes with?

Literally anyone. A total joker. Big big clown.

97. Have you ever drawn them before? If you are comfortable with it, would you post a picture?

Yes! I draw Niri every once in a while. I actually need to draw her again soon! I miss that girl.

#asks for Butter #get to know Niri

16 notes · View notes

baepop · 6 years ago

Text

PRIVATE // 2

Jungkook and Jennie get competitive over you.

Word Count: 6.8k

Pairing: Jungkook x You x Jennie

Genre: Smutty Smut, angst

A/N: Thanks for being so patient you guys!

You chucked a second pillow at Jennie, which she also caught after dropping the first on the ground.

“How long were you watching!? How much did you see!?”

“Only all of it. You’re such a SLUT!” Jennie threw both pillows back at you, but they missed and landed on the bed. “You’ll get this,” Jennie thrusted her hips forward, “when I say you can get this.” She mocked Jungkook with derision, making you gasp and laugh at the same time.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!!!” You lunged at the smaller girl, starting a wild chase around the room.

“Oh I want to die after witnessing that!” Jennie paused mid chase to defend herself with your lamp. “Trust me, it wasn’t my intention! I was in here because I wanted to apologize for running out on you earlier. Next thing I knew, you and fuckboy were coming in making out, so I had to think fast and ended up jumping in the closet!” The girl stared at you warily, searching your eyes for understanding. You took a moment to process what she was saying, then snatched the lamp out of her hands.

After a moment you chuckled and shook your head. “You’re such a freak, Jennie Kim. What am I going to do with you!?” Jennie stuck her tongue out at you in response. “Anyway…you don’t have to apologize. I’m the one who’s sorry for not having told you until last minute, I know you worry about me.” You smiled and ruffled Jennie’s hair, making the girl pout.

“Yeah…whatever. So, you guys went on a date huh? How was it?” The thin girl stepped out of her shoes and settled on your bed. You decided to join her before replying.

“It was… It was amazing.” You blushed unashamedly recalling the entire date. “He’s really funny and such a gentleman.” Jennie stared at you with pursed lips as you went on and on about your gigantic crush on Jeon Jungkook.

Eventually, you nodded off mid-story while hugging your pillow. Jennie watched you sleep for a while, staring at your slightly agape lips breathing in and out. She thought about how easy it would be to just lean in and kiss them, and about whether she should or not. Jennie watched you sleep for a little longer before finally deciding to plant a feather-light kiss on your lips. Her mouth tingled with the forbidden feeling of your mouth on hers. She slowly pried the pillow out of your arms and replaced it with herself, nuzzling up to you and falling asleep in your arms soon after.

Jungkook felt a rush after leaving your apartment so suddenly. He lingered on the steps wondering if he should go back inside before setting off to visit his friend nearby. It took Jungkook 17 minutes to walk to his Yoongi’s house, which was plenty of time to mull over the events of the night. He loved the way your laughed consisted of high-pitched squeals then died in your throat as you were being tickled. He loved how soft your hand was in his, and how laser-focused you were on the movie despite being on a date. He loved the way you challenged him in bed, almost a little too much. I definitely want to take my time with her, he thought. It was the first time in a while that he wasn’t utterly bored on a date.

“Open up!”, Jungkook pounded on the door before it swung open.

“Jesus, I have a doorbell dipshit!” Random visits did not bode well with the grumpy older guy, but his friends never seemed to care.

“And I,” Jungkook pushed his way passed the blonde boy “just got back from a date!”

Yoongi followed him into his living room where he was already setting up Mario Kart 8 on the television. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard that correctly. My friend, who is notorious for turning women down in favor of studying or playing videogames, went on a date?! You’re shitting me.” Yoongi picked up a controller and took a seat next to Jungkook on the couch.

Jungkook laughed as he responded, “I don’t know man. Usually that’s the case but…she piqued my interest and after tonight…I kinda want to see where this goes.”

Yoshi flew off the track on rainbow road as Yoongi froze to contemplate his friend’s words. This was all too weird for him, not because dating was weird, but because Jungkook dating was strange. After a moment, he resumed playing the match. “So, who’s this enchantress then?”

“I don’t know if you know her, her name’s Y/N. She’s a senior and she works at that suit shop downtown.”

“Wait wait wait.” Yoshi missed a turn and fell off again, making Yoongi lose at the last minute. “Y/N? Tall, curly-haired, always looks serious?”

Jungkook turned to Yoongi in confusion, “Yeah! You know her?”

“Hell yeah I know her! She came to my last party. You were there, I’m surprised you didn’t fall in love then.” Yoongi pinched Jungkook’s cheeks, effectively annoying him.

Jungkook slapped Yoongi’s hand off his face. “I think I would’ve remembered seeing her. Anyway, why have you never introduced us?”

The older friend rolled his eyes. “Remember the last girl I introduced you to at one of my parties? That went real well Jeon.” Yoongi remarked sarcastically. The mere memory was enough to annoy him. “You know I ended up having to block her number? She wouldn’t stop harassing me after you ghosted her.”

Jungkook scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Sorry about that, again. But Y/N, she’s a good girl you think?”

“Yeah, she’s just as much of a nerd as you.” He chuckled before becoming pensive.

“But?” Jungkook sensed there was more coming.

“Well, you might have your hands full with her best friend. She’s totally gay for Y/N, never lets anyone get too close to her. Jennie Kim, heard of her?”

“That sounds familiar,” Jungkook paused for a moment before realization hit, “wait don’t tell me she’s that rich girl you grew up with?”

“That’s the one!” Yoongi initiated another match but Jungkook was still reeling from the new information.

“And…gay? For Y/N? Are they like…dating or something?”

“They may as well be. They’re inseparable. But don’t let that hold you back dude. Shoot your shot!” Jungkook thoughtfully nodded and picked his controller back up. “May the best pussy win.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Laughter filled the room as both of them sat back on the couch unable to breathe with tears in their eyes.

10:38 pm – Hey

You paused Netflix with your toe since Cheeto dust covered your fingers. Squinting in the darkness of your bedroom, you made out the simple text sent from Jungkook. It had been almost two weeks since you’d heard from him and even though you had plenty of things keeping you busy, his unexplained silence annoyed you. You sucked your fingers clean before responding.

10:40 pm – What’s up?

10:41 pm – Nothing much, thinking about you 😉

You rolled your eyes and heaved as you texted back.

10:45 pm – Barf

He replied almost immediately.

10:46 pm – LOL no but srsly, when can I see you again?

All you wanted was to see him and hear from him, but his nonchalant behavior was turning you off. You sighed and texted him back one last time before chucking your phone and resuming your show.

10:50 pm – I’ll have to check my schedule and get back to you.

Jungkook smiled at your text. He sipped on his drink and nodded as he put his phone back in his pocket. You weren’t making this easy for him whatsoever and he loved it. He also loved that you gave him space to breathe and do his own thing. As he surveyed the room, he realized Quiz Night had attracted nearly half the campus. It had gotten so loud he could barely think, with students clamoring to find groups for the competition. Normally, he would be one of the loudest drunken idiots here, but he arrived much later than his peers and was playing catchup at the bar. As his eyes made their way across the room in amusement, he spotted Yoongi at a table with none other than Jennie Kim. Jungkook’s smile turned crooked. He didn’t know how he always managed to get so lucky, but he never questioned it. The brunette boy downed his gin and tonic in an instant and made his way to the empty chair across from Jennie.

“Is this seat taken?” Jungkook flashed Jennie his million-dollar smile while staring directly into her eyes. The girl blushed, instantly recognizing who he was.

Yoongi’s usual half lidded eyes widened as he looked between his friends. They both had tendencies for being petty, so this encounter instantly made him nervous. This should be interesting, he thought. “Hey man! I didn’t think you were going to make it! Sit down, it’s about to start!”

Jungkook took his seat without leaving Jennie’s eyes. The girl had been stunned into silence, but he knew better than to take in her demeanor as being love-struck. Jennie tongued the inside of her cheek in annoyance, which made Jungkook chuckle silently.

The bar’s DJ lowered the music to announce the commencement of the first round while his assistant handed out one buzzard per table.

“Question one… What is the powerhouse of the cell?” The DJ’s voice boomed over the loudspeaker.

Jennie’s hand pressed the buzzard with lightning fast speed before responding, “The mitochondria!”

“That is correct! One point for table 9.”

“Oh, she speaks!” Jungkook quipped as his competitive side kicked into overdrive.

Yoongi chuckled nervously. “Yeah, Jennie’s hands are quick so I always invite her to Quiz Night when you can’t make it.”

“Just try and keep up Jenga.” Jennie flipped her hair in annoyance.

“It’s Jungkook.”

“Whatever”

Yoongi looked back and forth between the two as their fiery stares charged the mood of the table. He briefly wondered if he should tell you to come get your side pieces, but then decided against bothering you.

The DJ’s voice could be heard over the speakers once more, “Question two…Who is the author of the Goosebumps series?”

Jungkook beat Jennie’s hand to the buzzard, slapping hers in the process before responding, “R. L. Stine!”

“Another point for table nine!” The DJ’s voice bellowed across the bar.

Jennie nursed her hand while staring at the boy incredulously.

“Try and keep up.” Jungkook winked at Jennie before turning his attention to the DJ. Jennie reached into her bag to grab her phone and typed out an angry text to you.

11:36 pm – Fuckboy is getting on my nerves. What do you see in him?!

11:37 pm – Wait, you guys are hanging out?!

11:40 pm – He crashed me and Yoongi’s quality time at the bar. I’m about to leave, he’s so annoying

You considered hopping out of bed, putting on a new outfit and showing up but you didn’t want to give Jeon the satisfaction of giving in so easily. You sighed and fell back onto your bed in defeat. You wanted to save Jennie from Jungkook’s antics, and to see him of course, but you’d have to settle for admonishing him over text.

11:50 pm – Be nice to my friend, OR ELSE!

Jungkook laughed out loud after reading your text, then held it up for the table to see.

“Are you telling on me, little girl?” Before Jennie had a chance to respond, the DJ was asking the next question.

“Question three…Which format is generally used for scientific academic papers?”

Jungkook’s hand beat Jennie to the buzzard once more. “MLA format!”

“Actually, MLA is for research papers, APA format is used for scientific papers.” Jennie corrected him and batted her eye lashes matter-o-factly at Junkook.

“She’s correct, but I have to go with your first answer. Sorry table nine!” The DJ allowed the next fastest buzz to answer the question for the point. Everyone at the bar giggled and whispered about the weird conflict going on at Yoongi’s table. “Alright, that concludes the first round! Get some more drinks and prepare for the next round!”

Yoongi gulped at the tension in the table. Normally, conflict wouldn’t phase him, but seeing two people he cared about act this way was not his idea of a good time. “Ok guys, good round, we’re in the lead at least. Maybe let me get some answers in next round, huh?” He chuckled, trying to defuse the negative energy.

However, Yoongi didn’t get a single word in for the rest of the 10 rounds with Jungkook and Jennie in full blown competition mode. Naturally, their table won, much to the displeasure of the rest of the drunk students just trying to have a good time. The prize was a gift card for free food at the bar across the street, which is where all the students usually headed after Quiz Nights.

Before the DJ was done announcing the runner ups, Jungkook was hastily heading out of the bar to take a phone call. Jennie and Yoongi watched him disappear in confusion, before the assistant came by the table to drop off their prize. After putting their jackets on and weaving through the crowd of students, they finally found Jungkook outside with his phone glued to his ear.

“No…I’m not!” Jungkook sighed deeply as he listened on the phone. “Jisoo! I’m not avoiding you! I promise, I’ve just been…busy. We can go out tomorrow. Okay?” Just then, the boy saw Jennie and Yoongi waiting for him near the entrance with curious looks on their faces. He lowered his voice a few octaves before responding, “The Spanish Manor. 7’o clock tomorrow.” He abruptly hung up before meeting up with his onlookers.

“So, Jennie you coming?” Yoongi held up the gift card and wiggled his eyebrows.

“I’m actually going to head out, three’s a crowd.” She gave him an apologetic look then sneered at Jungkook, whom returned the expression.

“Aww c’mon, you don’t have to go.” Yoongi worriedly ran his fingers through his light hair.

“Nah man, it’s cool. If she wants to go, let her. I guess the competition was too much to handle. She should know there’s only room for two anyway.” Jungkook jutted his chin out and gave her a meaningful look.

Jennie sniggered as she threw her bag over her shoulder. “Oh, just you two? Then why am I on my way to warm her bed then?” Jungkook watched in stunned silence as the girl hailed her personal driver who was parked down the block in a blacked-out vehicle. He couldn’t believe the nerve of this girl. Yoongi couldn’t help but break into a breathy laugh, realizing they weren’t talking about him at all.

“She owned you dude!”

“Shut up.” Jungkook stuffed his hands in his pockets as they crossed the street.

A blaring ringtone woke you up from your sleep. You blindly palmed your nightstand for your phone to see who was calling. It was 3 in the morning and Jungkook was calling you. The last thing you remembered was texting him to leave Jennie alone. Speaking of, you felt her frame warming your side and realized she must have left the bar after all.

“Hey…what’s up?” You groggily whispered into the receiver, careful not to disturb your sleeping visitor.

“Oh shit, did I wake you?” Jungkook loudly slurred into your ear.

“No shit, it’s 3:00 in the morning! What do you want?”

“Oof, feisty!” You could hear Yoongi obnoxiously laughing in the background. “I like that. I like you.”

You could feel your face heat up in the darkness, instantly sobering you. “Oh yeah? You like me?” You thanked the heavens he couldn’t see your answering smile.

“Babe…come back to bed.” Jennie’s head was suddenly resting on your shoulder as she sleepily talked into your ear.

You apologized to Jennie for waking her up before turning back to your phone. “Jungkook, you still there?”

“Sorry, didn’t know I was interrupting something.” He abruptly hung up, leaving you stunned.

“What the fuck? That was so random. Ugh I hope he doesn’t get the wrong idea!”

“Let him think what he wants to, he doesn’t deserve you anyway.” Jennie laid back down on her side and pulled the covers up. You waited until she fell back asleep to text Jungkook.

3:16 am – WTF was that?

3:20 am – You don’t get to ask the questions right now.

3:21 am – That was Jennie you idiot. In case you got the wrong idea…

3:24 am – So there wasn’t anything going on?

3:25 am – NO

3:29 am – Good. Open the door.

Your eyes bulged, realizing Jungkook was on his way to come see you the whole time. You climbed out of your bed carefully and skipped into your bathroom to make sure you looked okay. Closing your bedroom door, you headed to the front door to open it. Jungkook was lounging on your front steps looking as gorgeous as ever. You weren’t sure if your crush on him was making him more attractive in your eyes, but there was no denying the way his bulging thighs in his ripped black jeans and matching leather jacket instantly turned you on.

“Where’s Yoongi?” You kept a straight face, blocking the entrance.

Jungkook climbed up to the last step, meeting you eye to eye.

“Why? Are you trying to make me jealous? Cause it’s working.”

You rolled your eyes, “What are y—” Jungkook suddenly grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you deeply, making the rest of your sentence die in your throat. He smelled of bodywash but tasted like alcohol. Jungkook began stepping you both back into your apartment, closing the front door with his foot. Your lips hadn’t separated while traveling to the couch in your living room, sucking on each other with fervor. You fell back onto the couch as he climbed on top of you, caging your body with his limbs. You ran your fingers through his slick black locks then tugged on them, pulling his head back as you bit his bottom lip. Jungkook grabbed your hands and interlaced your fingers together, pinning you down as he left your lips in favor of planting sloppy kisses below your ear.

You struggled to catch your breath with each kiss getting you more and more excited. “Is this your idea of ‘doing things right’?”

Jungkook froze before bringing his face back up to look at you. “Should I stop?”

“Well…I don’t want you to. But you’re sending me mixed signals. And besides, Jennie’s in my bedroom.”

“So?” Jungkook lowered his head without leaving your gaze as he began trailing kisses down to your chest.

His response had you smiling and panting. You were torn because you’ve been wanting a piece of Jungkook for weeks now, but you felt it was wrong to do this while your best friend was sleeping in the next room. You also weren’t sure what this meant, since it was clear Jungkook’s plans for you both had changed. He seemed resolute and gentlemanly before, but now, he was drunk and horny. Should I stop this?

“Jungkook, you’ve been drinking. I don’t know if we should do this.” Jungkook shushed you as he let go of your hands to make his way down to your stomach. With his teeth, he latched onto the bottom of your tank top and pulled it up, revealing your belly button. His slow, wet kisses just under your navel both tickled and excited you, making your pelvis twitch.

Jungkook smiled against your skin. “You’re really ticklish, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. And you’re drunk so…we should stop.”

“Stop coming up with excuses. I know what I am doing right now. I really want you, and I know you want me. I don’t want our first time to be like this either, but I’m going to go crazy if you don’t let me get a taste right now.” Jungkook took your answering blush and loss of breath as his wordless permission to continue. His index finger curled around the band of your pajama shorts, stretching it out and letting it go with a smack against your skin. The curly haired boy looked up at you once more for permission, to which you nodded. Jungkook abruptly stood up, removing his jacket and placing it on the arm of the couch. He grabbed you by the hips and turned you, so you were facing him head on as he kneeled on the floor. His nose pressed up against your clothed mound before lightly sucking on the spot where your clit would be. Your answering moan pleased him.

“You’re going to wake up your friend if you don’t keep it down.” Jungkook teased you as he ran his finger down your covered slit.

You bit your lip and rolled your eyes impatiently, “Shut up! You’re teasing the hell out of me.” You bucked your hips into his hand, but he instantly removed it, giving you a disapproving look.

“Do you want me to eat you out or not?” Jungkook waited for your response before resuming his ministrations.

“Do you want me to let you eat me out, or not?” Jungkook smiled crookedly at your sassy response, swiftly removing your shorts.

“I think you’re going to let me do what I want to you, and you’re going to like it.” Jungkook licked a stripe from top to bottom over your panties. The cotton was already soaked with a mixture of your arousal and his saliva. You could already smell your arousal, but you couldn’t be bothered to feel embarrassed. His agonizing speed made you want his dick instead. You couldn’t help squeezing around nothing as Jungkook thumbed your covered clit.

“So impatient. I’ve barely even started Y/N. Do you want me to take your panties off?” Your desperate nod and sweaty appearance had Jungkook chuckling again. “Tell me one thing then.” Once his eyes met yours, it felt like time had stopped. “Are you mine? Completely mine?”

His question confused you. What was this game he was playing with you? Did he want you or not? You certainly weren’t his girlfriend, but he seemed to be acting like your boyfriend suddenly. “I don’t belong to anyone. Now stop teasing me.”

Jungkook shook his head and his thumb stopped rubbing circles between your legs. His sudden seriousness confused you further. He was so hot and cold, and you had no idea why. “I don’t like to share. You need to be mine and mine alone, if we’re doing this.”

Jungkook’s face looked stern. His jaw was locked, and his expression was brooding in the sexiest way possible. Fuck, you really wanted him right here right now. And his words, although weirdly possessive, were what any girl would want to hear. You reached down and tilted his head up toward your gaze, “So make me yours then.” Jungkook’s answering smile and lidded eyes made your heart skip a beat. He turned his attention back to your panties, removing them in one swift motion. Jungkook spread your legs as wide as possible, surveying your sex in the dim moonlight that shone through the parted curtains.

“I love how excited you are for me.” Jungkook parted your lips with his fingers and gently eased one in, then two. Your head fell backwards at the satisfying feeling of his fingers inside of you. His rhythm was slow and steady as he took turns watching his fingers disappear inside of you and your face contorted in ecstasy. Jungkook bent down and began sucking at your clit while his fingers picked up in speed. At this point, it was hard for you to keep quiet with moans slipping past your lips. It’d been so long since anyone had taken care of you like this, and you felt you weren’t going to last long at all. Jungkook smiled as he felt your walls suddenly hugging his fingers.

“Not so fast…I don’t want this moment to be over.” Jungkook took his fingers out, much to your dismay. You snapped your head forward to see what the holdup was, just in time to see him standing up. “I want you to finish on my face.” Realizing what he meant, you blushed and took his hand to help you off the couch. You’d never ridden anyone’s face before, but you always wanted to. Jungkook plopped down on the couch then took you by the hips and sat you on top of him. You began making out again, tasting your arousal all over his lips. He swirled his tongue around yours deeply while holding a fist full of your hair, keeping you from moving. You began grinding your exposed sex on his boner straining against his jeans. Jungkook moaned unexpectedly which had you smiling against his lips. You bit his lip again to keep him quiet as you continued grinding on his jeans. Suddenly, his hands reached down and stilled your hips. “Face. Now.”

“As you wish.” You giggled and climbed forward, realizing you weren’t the only one fucked out from all of this. Your hips hovered over his head as the boy adjusted himself then guided you down onto his face with his hands around your thighs. “Fuck – Jungkook!” The boy hummed in response as he relentlessly sucked on your clit. His tongue swirled around your bud then traveled down to your entrance to lap up your juices. You began bucking your hips into the relentless rhythm of his tongue. It wasn’t long before you were full on riding his face for dear life, your climax building steadily. “Jungkook…Jungkook…” You gripped his hair, holding his head steady under you.

“Keep saying my name and I’ll let you cum soon baby girl.” You bit your lip at the sound of his pet name for you.

“Ah, fuck. I need you. I’m so close!” You squeezed your eyes shut, willing your climax onward.

“You know what to do then.” Jungkook slid his tongue inside of you. He helped your hips up and down as you rode his tongue, his other hand rubbing ferocious circles on your clit.

“Jungkook…Jungkook... ah, FUCK!” It felt like fireworks were blooming under your navel as your orgasm hit you suddenly and without abandon. Each inch of your body was trembling and covered in sweat. Even your pussy quivered as Jungkook licked you clean. Your chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, exhaustion overcoming you. You climbed off him so you could plant a kiss on his lips in gratitude. You had almost forgotten what it felt like to cum so hard. And the fact that it was on his face made it extra special. Jungkook disappeared into the bathroom to freshen up while you dressed. When he came back, you couldn’t help but stare at each other in hesitation. What did he mean by what he said?

You decided to break away from his stare first. “Thanks…for that.” Jungkook took three long strides to put his arms around you. You looked up at him, willing him to explain this weird mood he’s been in. The sudden closeness made you feel vulnerable, and his strange words made you unsure of yourself for the first time. You hated it.

“I meant what I said, all of it.” He kissed you before you could respond, then left your apartment without looking back, again. You weren’t sure what this meant. He wanted you to be his. He didn’t want to share you with anyone. You weren’t the type to get hung up on titles, but his actions say he is. Did you ever do anything to make him feel insecure about you? You were too exhausted to overthink anything now, deciding to take a quick shower and change pajamas before going back to bed. When you reentered the room, Jennie was laying exactly as you had left her. You felt a twinge of guilt, having done all that with this guy she despised, within earshot. It suddenly felt wrong to share the bed with her, after what just happened, so you got a spare blanket from the closet and set yourself up to sleep on the couch. It didn’t take long for you to fall unconscious, since it was well past 4:00 am by the time you laid down to rest. A restless sleep ensued.

The next morning you woke up to a curious pair of brown orbs staring into the depths of your soul. You slowly cracked open your eyes to see that it was past noon on the round clock mounted on the wall. The next thing you noticed, was that those big brown eyes belonged to your best friend Jennie, who thought it would be a good idea to wake you up by straddling you.

“Um…Good morning?” You groggily greeted the girl right before letting out a huge yawn.

“Morning!” Jennie responded in the sing-songy voice you only heard when she wanted something.

“What?” You deadpanned at the girl after rubbing your eyes awake.

“What do you mean, what?” Jennie tilted her head to the side, letting her silky dark hair fall off her shoulder like running liquid.

“What do you want from me? You’re singing your words, and you only do that when you want something.”

Jennie pouted and sat back on your hips. “Nothing! It’s just that it’s Saturday and I wanted to do something fun. We haven’t done anything together in a while. It’s only been Jungkook this and Jungkook that.”

The girl was too busy making fake barfing sounds to notice the obvious blush that was creeping across your cheeks. The mere mention of his name was enough for you to recall the mind-blowing orgasm he gave you just a few hours ago. You began daydreaming about how his needy lips on yours felt soft yet stern, how hard his hands gripped your thighs as he ate you out, and how he let you cum on his tongue. Your eyes glazing over must have annoyed Jennie because she was suddenly squeezing your cheeks together, bringing you back to the present.

“Earth to Y/N! Gosh did you have a weird dream or something?”

You chuckled humorlessly. “Yeah, sort of. Anyway…I’m actually off work today so, what do you want to do?”

Jennie began hopping up and down on top of you and squealing with glee. You tried to ignore the way her breasts jostled near your face. And you especially tried to ignore the way her morning hardened nipples were trying to cut through her cotton t-shirt. However, you couldn’t ignore the feeling of her sitting on top of your bladder over and over again any longer.

“Okay, time to get off.” You grabbed Jennie by the waist and plopped her on the other end of the couch so you could get up to pee.

“I want to go to the movies,” Jennie continued talking to you loudly from the living room as you pissed with the door open. “and I want to go to a restaurant cause the campus food is atrocious.”

You chuckled before pulling your shorts up and brushing your teeth. “Jennie, you don’t go here, you don’t have to eat the food.”

“I may as well be a student, I’m here all the time!”

“Of your own volition, might I add.” You found Jennie’s face through your bathroom mirror in time to see her stick her tongue out at you in response. You opened your mouth to show her the toothpaste foam gathered in your mouth, knowing it would gross her out.

“Ugh, really Y/N? What does Jungkook see in you?” Jennie teased you about the one thing that would get under your skin immediately.

“I thought you were on my side!!!!!!” You screamed from the bathroom as your best friend keeled over with laughter.

The rest of the day’s events went as follows: Breakfast bagels at your favorite spot downtown, mani-pedi’s at Jennie’s usual place located near her apartment, then a 4:30 showing of a sappy love movie Jennie had been begging you to watch with her.

You stared at your manicured fingernails, each delicately painted with a shiny coat of cherry red. Having to do everything gingerly always annoyed you after getting your nails done, but you had to admit that being pampered like that wasn’t your least favorite thing in the world. You rubbed your stomach as you exited the bathroom of the movie theatre.

“I’m STARVING woman. Can we get some grub before I start to eat you?”

Jennie coughed her lungs out after hearing you say that amidst a sip of her giant soda. You patted her back as she cleared her throat.

“Um, yeah! I actually just got a table for us at this restaurant across town. I’ll get the car.”

You both waited in front of the theatre for Jennie’s driver. When you first became friends, being driven around like this was strange, but you grew used to it very quickly. You didn’t have your license yet, so driving as a passenger wasn’t the problem. You weren’t sure what your issue was, so you quickly let it go. As you climbed into the vehicle, you instantly remembered how roomy it was in the back.

“The Spanish Manor, please. We have reservations for 7, so you’ll need to step on it.” You quickly thanked the driver before you lost sight of him as Jennie brought up the privacy window. She quickly busied herself on her phone, so you settled for looking out of the window at all the passing buildings and pedestrians. Your thoughts once again brought you back to last night, when Jungkook was saying strange things. Did I make a mistake, sleeping with him? It was something that you wanted since you were still only strangers, but somehow you couldn’t help feeling like it changed things. You hated being the type to overthink things, but it was hard not to when your gut was telling you something was up. His unwillingness to be intimate with you had annoyed you at first, and then his disappearance had made you doubtful about his claims to want to date you seriously. You were perfectly fine keeping things casual. Yet you regretted how happy it secretly made you that he wasn’t looking for a quick fuck. Now you were turning into the kind of person who thought about someone while that person probably wasn’t even thinking about them in the first place. You sighed and closed your eyes, resting your head on the window.

“What’s wrong?” You opened your eyes to find Jennie had put her phone away. You felt a pang of sadness because for the first time since becoming friends, she couldn’t be your diary. How can you tell her about what happened, which would no doubt sour her good mood, then selfishly expect her to comfort you? You got yourself into this mess with questionable decision making, and you just couldn’t bring her along. You straightened up and gave her smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

“Nothing! I’m just hungry. So, what’s with this restaurant across town? So random.”

Your cheery conversation wasn’t enough to convince your best friend, but she decided to drop it nonetheless. “Yeah, I heard about it through word of mouth. Thought we could go see how good the food is for ourselves.”

Twenty minutes later, the sleek car pulled up to the entrance of the restaurant. You instantly knew it was an upscale venue just from seeing a valet hanging out in front as well as the tall double doors with the letters “S” and “M” monogrammed on them. After exiting the car, you watched the driver pull into the parking lot on the side of the venue, probably to sit and wait for your meal to be done. You idly wondered if the man had had anything to eat today.

The man dressed in uniform inside of the venue gracefully opened the doors for the two of you. Jennie walked past without a second glance whereas you bumbled behind her thanking him for his generosity.

“We have reservations under Jennie Kim. Is our table clean yet?”

“Yes, right this way ladies.” The hostess dressed in all black led you to a booth along the wall of the restaurant. It was a small place, but you could tell it was quite popular since yours was the only table empty.

A waiter quickly appeared with 2 laminated menus and began reading the specials. He retreated shortly after to fetch water and bread and give you time to look over the menu. You felt so out of place there that you weren’t sure what to order or how to pronounce the things on the menu. Instead, you informed Jennie you were going to wash your hands and that she could order for the both of you.

As you made your way to the bathroom, you looked around at all the well-dressed couples dining on their lavish dinners. One table caught your eye in particular. Two brunettes sitting across from each other. The girl was gorgeous, with wavy hair that floated down the back of her chair. She was talking animatedly to her date, not touching anything on her plate. You suddenly felt like your staring was intrusive, but you saw him before you could look away quick enough. You watched in confusion as Jungkook was engrossed in his menu, across from the beautiful girl. Your steps slowed down as you tried to make sense of what you were seeing. That black curly hair, those hoop earrings, that scar on his cheek easily visible in this lighting. There was no denying that Jeon Jungkook was having dinner with this girl. You sped up and burst into the bathroom. Your sudden intrusion startled the older lady who was washing her hands. She gave you a stern look before you moved out of the way so she could exit.

Following the motions of washing your hands, you tried to calm yourself down. There was no reason to make a scene since he wasn’t your boyfriend. And you didn’t know for sure if they were on a date or not. You didn’t want to do anything rash at the risk of looking paranoid or jealous. She definitely wasn’t his sister though, since you knew he only had a little brother. You tried to calm your erratic breathing as the memory of him claiming you for himself last night played in your head. Does this mother fucker think he can get me for himself while dating around? You violently pulled napkins out of the dispenser and roughly dried your hands before depositing the tissue into the trash. And he has the nerve to act jealous on the phone with me!? You checked yourself in the mirror one more time, tucking your shirt into your jeans and scrunching your curls a bit. I’ll be damned.

You headed out of the bathroom and B-lined it to towards Jungkook’s table. As you grew closer, the pretty girl caught sight of you and kept shifting her eyes towards you, unsure if you were really headed to their table or not.

“Hey, Jungkook!” You slammed your hand on his side of the table, rattling his silverware and startling him enough to put his menu down. The boy looked like a deer caught in headlights as he wordlessly stared up at you. “How’s it going? I haven’t seen you since, well, last night!” You chirped with feigned enthusiasm as you turned to the mystery girl who was looking at you like you were crazy. “Oh, I’m sorry! I’m Y/N, and you are?” You extended your arm for a handshake, but the girl simply stared at your floating hand.

“Jungkook, I didn’t know you invited your school friend.” The girl continued to ignore you as she looked to Jungkook for answers. Jungkook lowered your arm for you, as you quickly lost momentum.

“Uh, I didn’t. Sorry Y/N, this is kinda private, can I call you later?” You took a deep breath, willing your watery eyes not to give your feelings away.

“Yeah, sure. Have a lovely evening.” You turned away from them and quickly headed back to your table where appetizers and drinks awaited you.

“Jeez how long does it take to—” Jennie’s voice cut off at the sight of your glassy eyes. You held up your hand, signaling you didn’t want to speak right now. You both sat in silence before Jennie signaled for the waiter and changed your orders to-go.

#bts fanfiction #bts smut #Jungkook smut #blackpink fanfic #jennie smut #bangtan smut #bangtan #private #private fanfic #baepop private

281 notes · View notes

wcmi-22 · 4 years ago

Text

An unordinary day in the life of A Mad Hatter.

In a daily life of any man, he takes his responsibilities and puts them into a perfectly aligned routine. But those men aren’t the Mad Hatter of Wonderland.

It was another glorious Monday morning when Reginald’s misshapen alarm clock went off. He soon turned it off promptly and when I say promptly I mean pounding the heck out of it until it finally hit the floor thereby silencing it.

Reginald soon got up,yawned and stretched as he brushed his fingers through his white curly hair. He soon heads to the bathroom where he rid himself of his green cotton pjs along with turnip underwear to take a shower.

Now most men would sing in the shower a simple little ditty but Reginald however was not one of those men. Although he did sing, a simple ditty would simply not cut it.

“What’s that playing on the radio, why do I start swayin to and fro.” He sung and as he sang, he really emphasized the chorus to the song and automatically his voice would bounce off the tile to fill the room up with his singing.

After a brief shower, Reginald puts on his long orange bath robe then shakes his hair until it becomes a fluffy mess thereby grabbing his brush and brushing it out until it becomes curly once more. Soon Reginald will look at himself in the mirror to check for any spots or flaws on himself. Once he sees that he is perfect in his own mad way, he starts to brush his teeth and put on deodorant before heading to his bedroom where he finds his archenemy sitting on his bed waiting for him.

“Ah so we meet again old friend!” Reginald says to the stuffed manatee.

Suddenly he lunges at the stuffed manatee until the both hit the ground. Reginald soon pins the plush toy to the ground and gets up.

“Alright you little creep!”he says in a serious tone “I am going to give you one last chance to take back what you said about my mom!”

Of course, the manatee did not respond back but Reginald still heard what he said.

“I’ll kill you!” He says before elbow slamming the toy to ground and wrestling with it. As they wrestled with the toy some how almost winning, suddenly Reginald spots his clock and witnesses the time.

“Oh goodness look at the time!”he states “I’m going to be late for work!”

He soon wrestles the toy down to the ground and dashes to his closet where in seconds flat he gets into his usual attire before heading out downstairs and out the door.

He soon walked down the road to his hat shop when suddenly he was nearing his stopping point once more. There he sees the lovely Alice in her what Reginald would call it “lonely two story abode.” He soon leaps over the fence on loves light wings and terries toward her bedroom window under the same tree where he nearly fell. He soon throws a pebble or two at her window before she angrily opens the window. As she looks down, there she sees the fool grinning with his white gloved hand on his hat tipping it to her.

“Good Morning, Cricket!” He said cheerfully.

“Well, it was until you started throwing rocks at my window!” She said “Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to throw rocks at windows?!”

As he thought of how to respond to her question, suddenly he saw Alice’s attire and with a wicked grin responded.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach about modesty, dearest!” He said slyly pointing to her outfit.

Alice curious looked down to find that her new silk robe showed a little too much cleavage. She gasped and wrapped herself up in embarrassment with a blanket nearby all the while blushing with both embarrassment and anger as she heard the mad man laugh.

“Oh you insidious cad!!! You you...”

As she kept on with her rant, suddenly Reginald noticed his watch and realized he had to leave.

“Wish I can hear more of your beautiful poetry, Cricket but I must get to work, later buttercup!”

He says then dashed out, jumping over her fence once more and onto the sidewalk.

Finally, he made it to his home away from home, his hat shop which had become very popular around wonderland.

As he entered through his shop, he met with one of his employees, Ari the Aracuen bird who was organizing the ribbons in alphabetical order. He beeped a hello to his boss and soon started dusting the display hats with his feathered head.

“Keep up the good work Ari!” Reginald says.

Suddenly, he is met by another one of his employees, the white rabbit who represented all the finances and worked the cash register.

“Good morning, Mr Theophilus the third!” The rabbit said hopping with his clipboard along side him as he walked throughout the store.

“Morning, Rabbit! What’s on our schedule?”

“Well you have 7 deliveries for the 7 dwarves,” Rabbit explained “A hat showing for Lady tremaine and her daughters, 5 hats to fix up and also in regards to the mice!”

“The nice what about them?” Reginald asks the nervous rabbit.

As they made it on top of the stairs to the mice’s room suddenly Reginald was surprised to find the mice had little signs and started protesting.

“I’m afraid they have formed a strike!” the rabbit said nervously.

As Reginald watched the mice, he noticed how some of them chanted “no cheddar without cheese!” While some of their signs said things like “Gouda must be a go up if you want us to sew!”

“Ok,” Reginald finally says then starts to whistle for their attention.

“Alright who is in charge of the strike!” Reginald asks.

Soon a little brown mouse with a red coat, brown shoes and a red hat step foreword from the crowd.

“Jack?” Reginald questions. “What is all this?”

“We tired of not getting cheese cheese like Reggie promises!” The mouse said in contempt causing the mice to cheer.

“Gus Gus show demands mans!”

Soon a chubby mouse with a yellow hat and shirt comes in with a small list of demands and places it at Reginald’s feet.

Reginald soon picks up the little paper and grabs his glasses from his pocket to read the list.

“Let’s see here, A wheel of Gouda, 3 pounds of mozzarella,new clothes, 1/2 pound of cheddar, maternity leave and dental plans?”Reginald read.

“You guys do realize your mice so the chances of going to a dentist are slim.” Reginald explained.

“Dental we like or we remain on strike!” Jack demanded causing once agin the crowd to cheer.

Reginald sighed and said “ok I’ll agree to the dental plan, maternity leave and the wheel of Gouda but as for the Mozzarella and cheddar I’ll go 2.5 pounds. Plus, with this little strike some will have to work over time! Not by much but still we are running a business here!”

The little mouse then huddled the band together and squeaked their little squeaks on the terms.

“Ok we like deal!” Jack said and held out his hand which Reginald graciously shook with his index finger.

“Now back to work fellas!” Jack commanded and the mouse set off to their tasks.

“See rabbit, it’s all about compromising!” Reginald said and soon closes the door and heads to his own little work area where he met his last two employees.

“Hiya Reg!” Roger rabbit said as he made on last bow on the newly constructed hat.

“Hello roger! How are you now?” Reginald says as he takes off his coat and hat and starts to tie his hair back along with put on his apron.

“Better than yesterday!” Roger says as he uses the sewing machine.

“Good good!” Then Reginald opens the window and gives a little whistle. Suddenly that adorable flying elephant, dumbo, comes flying low toward the window.

“Hey buddy!” Reginald greets him. “I need you to deliver these to the 7 dwarves on miner’s lane!” He soon grabs all 7 of the new hats and places them on back of the pachyderms saddle. Dumbo then gives a little toot to say “I’m on it.” To Reginald before flying away.

Throughout the rest of the day, Reginald fixed,made and delivered hats left and right. He dealt with clients who looked around and he even dealt with the tremaine sisters who were quite picky about everything he sold until they grotesquely settled for a hat that was good enough for their standard.

Of course, they always did do this every Monday so it was nothing new for Reginald to handle. Although he wished they wouldn’t come by every Monday and try for once to not rip the hats he makes.Poor things. Of course, on Mondays he would also be able to see Alice from his work shop window and start to day dream from his work. Luckily, and unluckily, the white rabbit would always pull him out of his day dream and back to reality to finish his work.

As the day wore on he soon grabbed lunch at the little sub shop called “Hunka Hunka burnin Sub.” Then went right back to work. Before he knew it, the day finally ended at 3:30pm with all his limbs still attached. There he got on his coat and hat, closed the shop and left to go to the March hares house for tea and dinner as he usually did.

At the March hares house, tea flew everywhere as usual and so did the soup Reginald made for them. Yet, he loved it none the less.

“I saw Alice today, ears!” He said.

“Oh good heavens what did you do this time!” Ears stared in frustration.

“Nothing...” Reginald said innocently until ears gave him his signature suspicion look.

“Ok something but I was just pointing out that her attire was revealing in her silk robe that’s all! So really I was looking out for her modesty.”

“To which you have none!” Ears said.

“That’s not true!”Reginald interjected “I don’t have sanity I’m always modest!”

“Sure!” Ears sighed sarcastically.

After tea and dinner, Reginald went back to his lonely abode on teacup avenue and turned on the television for his favorite program, duck tales while he got out a nice bowl of chocolate ice cream for dessert.

Afterwards, Reginald cleaned up his kitchen along with the living room and bathroom before preparing for bed. Once he has gotten on his green pajamas with his monogram on the front pocket, he soon brushes his teeth, says his nightly prayers for world teas and for his Alice before finally sleeping off to whatever mad dream he has which usually involved manatees, purple squirrels and radishes.

Until suddenly being woken up by the darn cricket to which he’ll look for but again fail and fall back asleep once more.

The End

#reginald theophilus the third #wcmi #when curiosity met insanity #alice liddell #hope you liked it #it’s been a crazy Monday #I hate Monday’s #Send me more prompts or fanfic ideas!!!!!#please let me know what you thought

5 notes · View notes

browneyedhimbo · 5 years ago

Text

Not to You pt 2

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: After everything that happened with your now ex, Sherlock finally comes around to realizing his feelings, but things keep him from telling you

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: So a few people asked me about part two...So I guess this is it. Sorry I wasn't able to post sooner. School has been so frustrating and I’ve been having less time to write. Feel free to make requests. Let me know what you think

Part 1

The wonderful aroma of coffee is what woke you up. You cracked open your eyes but immediately shut them, sunlight pouring through the window. Odd, I thought I closed the curtain last night? You untangle yourself from your taco of blankets, wincing at the pain coming from your hand and headed to the kitchen to see what John was cooking this morning. (You and John always took turns cooking)

“John what’s that amazi-” You stood frozen in place, eyes widen in shock. There stood by the stove was none other than the curly-haired detective himself. He was so focused on what he was doing that he didn’t even notice you. Taking the opportunity, you leaned against the door frame and took the time to admire him. His tall skinny yet muscular figure hovering over the stove, his usual suit on, and brows scrunched up in concentration. It was cute really. And oh how you wanted to go hug him from behind, kiss him, and just hold him. You were never able to fully get over Sherlock. That’s why when you met Jackson, you agreed to go out with him, knowing that Sherlock wouldn't want a relationship with his I’m-a-sociopath self. So, gradually, your feelings for the detective toned down a bit while you were focusing on Jackson. And things were fine, that is until things went to shit with Jackson, so now you’re back to wishing for Sherlock again.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to join me for breakfast?" Sherlock turned his head towards you, a smirk appearing on his face.

"Good morning to you too," you said walking to sit at the table. Sherlock turned around from the stove, plate and pan in hand, and set it right in front of you. After he served you, he gave you a smile. Uh oh.

"Sherlock, is this another experiment?" You tentatively asked, cocking your head, eyes squinting the tiniest. He gave a dry chuckled, but you saw in the raw emotion those words caused him. It was all in his eyes. What you saw was a tinge of humor, but what more of what seemed like hurt and guilt. Damn, now you feel bad.

"No. I only save those for John now." He said as he sat across from you, his usual smirk in place, and plate already on the table. "And yes, good morning to you as well."

°°°°°

Breakfast surprisingly went smooth. You both ate and talked about different cases you’ve had in the past, you told him more about your childhood, and he told you the many ways he’s been able to bug and annoy Mycroft throughout their lives. You were in complete bliss. And unknowingly to you, so was Sherlock.

It was about half an hour after breakfast and the apartment had fallen into a comfortable silence. Both of you were on the sofa, you reading a book stretched out, legs on top of Sherlock's lap, while you assumed he was in his mind palace. But his mind was elsewhere, beyond, and for once, at peace. Because whenever he thinks of you, he feels a sense of security, sense of home, of belonging. You were so sucked into your book you didn't notice the pair of ocean blue gold eyes that were studying you. But not like he does other people, no. You were special, not just in a deducting way, but to him, you were special because you were the first person to make him feel. To make him feel loved and want to be loved. There was no doubt in his mind how much he loves you, and he's made up his mind to finally tell you.

“Um, Y/N? I uh, um, have something to -” Just as Sherlock was finally gathering the courage to tell you how he felt, both your phones started ringing. Donavon’s name flashed across your screen as Lestrade's did on Sherlock’s. You mouthed a sorry and picked up the phone.

“Hello? Yeah, uh okay. Alright, we'll be there soon. Bye” Putting your phone in your pocket, you turned, seeing Sherlock not as excited as usual about getting a case.

“Sorry about that. What was it you were saying?” you asked slipping your shoes on.

“It’s - it’s nothing really. Promise.” He gave a quick smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. It can wait, right? He thought, but that only made him nervous. And Sherlock Holmes doesn't get nervous.

Once you were both ready, you headed down the stairs to hail a cab, Sherlock in tow.

“Scotland Yard please." There was some tension in the air, you felt that much. But you didn't exactly know why. Sherlock kept shifting in his seat, not a word spoken between the two of you. It was about 5 minutes later when you couldn't handle the silence anymore.

"Sherlock, what's wrong?" You put your hand on top of his, getting him to look at you. A bold move on your part, but you saw a tinge of pink on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. No, it can't be that.

"I told you N/N, it's nothing." You sigh deflatedly, just wishing he’d tell you. His behavior was concerning you. Aside from constantly shifting in his seat, he barely made eye contact with you and didn’t even want to discuss the case. You take your hand off his and move to look out the window of the cab. Neither of you saying how much you wanted the warmth of the other.

About another 10 minutes and you guys arrived, rushing up to Greg’s office. You opened the seeing piles and piles of what looked like paperwork.

“What’s all this?” You asked pointing at his desk.

“Figured that'd be obvious to you." Greg teased, he was like an older brother to you. "It's paperwork. But that's not your concern now. Here," he grabbed a file and gave it to you, "that's the case I want you two to work on while I finish these up." You flipped through the file, then handed it to Sherlock.

"That all Inspector?" You gave him a cheeky smile, much to Sherlock's dismay.

"Yep. Hope that keeps you out of trouble until I'm done." You and Sherlock head for the door, but not before you replied

"Ha, trouble finds us."

°°°°°

Though it took you guys until night to figure it out, you did.

"So it was the brother then?" You asked Sherlock, standing up and looking at the wall with all the information pinned up.

"Yep." Popping the p, he grabbed his coat and threw yours to you.

"Where we headed?"

"NSY, they'll deal with the rest of the case. Besides, as much fun as a chase may sound, I actually have plans."

You didn't know why, but you felt a pang in your chest as he said those words. Maybe it was because you wanted to be apart of those plans or maybe because he rather stick to his plans than go on a chase.

°°°°°

After giving all the details to Greg you guys got a cab, thinking you were headed home. You had blocked out everything, not wanting to hear Sherlock and him talk about his plans or whatever. So you glued yourself to your phone and would occasionally lookup. It wasn't until the third you looked up something was off, something was different. You weren't headed toward Baker Street but was actually headed to the river Thames. He led you out the cab and towards a certain spot on rocks. Thinking about it, it was the same spot in which you truly wowed the detective. You remember that day, that case. It baffled everyone including Sherlock himself, but you were able to figure out what no one could.

"It was here." It was the baritone voice that brought you back to the present.

"Here what? Wait, whatever happened to your plans?" You looked at Sherlock puzzled. Oh, how he adored that look.

"These are my plans. Y/N, I uh. What I was going to tell you earlier, what I'm going to say now. Um." You saw the panic building in his eyes, the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

"It's okay. Take a deep breath." You held his hand, much like earlier, except much to your surprise, Sherlock interlaced your fingers.

"You always know what to do or what to say, to get me to calm down, get me to relax, or even get me to behave. Just mere thoughts of you can clear my head and get me to focus. You. It has always been you. It was here when I was first conflicted with these little emotions, sentiment. I always thought it was a weakness. But you taught me it was a strength, rather my greatest strength, because with you I want to be better. To be nicer."

His speech was bringing tears to your eyes. Never in a million years, you thought this was ever going to happen. You always knew he was a sweetheart but this, this was on a whole other level of Sherlock.

"I'm scared Y/N. Not just of sentiment, but of messing everything up. I'm scared of losing you." He hung head low, shoulders slumped. You took your free hand and tilted his chip up. You saw the tears streaming down his sharp cheekbones, and all the other unshed tears making his eyes red.

"Oh Sherlock," you choked out, "you'll never lose me. I'm scared too." At that, he made eye contact with you, confusion in his tearful eyes. You let out a small chuckle, more tears picking your eyes.

"I'm scared I'll lose you to something more. A person whose mind is better than mine, someone smarter than me. I'm scared I'll get too boring for you."

You both stood there, insecurities out, tears streaming down both your faces and just raw emotion radiating out of both of you. You looked at Sherlock. This is the real Sherlock, Sherlock who fell in love with, the one who stole your heart.

Slowly, he leaned in. Both fear and determination in his eyes. You met him halfway, and ever so slowly, ever so gently, your lips touched. A sweet kiss which stole both your breaths. His lips, oh how soft they were. You could hardly contain the emotions coiling within.

As soon as you broke apart for air his lips were back on yours in an instant. Tears kept falling down, mixing the sweetness of the kiss with the saltiness of the tears. Whose they were, neither of you could tell. You broke apart again, which felt too soon. He pulled you into a tight embrace. You buried your head into his chest as he put his head atop yours. A few minutes had passed before you had let out a laugh.

"What is it, love?"

"I would've never thought you the romantic." You smiled up at him. It was the brightest smile he's seen and is glad he's going to be seeing that smile more often.

"Oh, there's lots you have yet to see my dear." He gave you a smile and a wink. Oh boy! So the adventure begins. Actually...

The Game is On!

Tags: @softrdj @fanfictionsilove

Permanent Tags: @thewriterandpoet @writing-for-hours-on-end

#sherlock x reader #Sherlock Holmes #Sherlock #sherlock bbc #greg lestrade #sherlock tv #benedict cumberbatch #x reader

81 notes · View notes