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Jonny wipes the blood from his lips. His breathing was shallow, and the bags under his eyes needed to be covered better. His makeup was smeared from the tears from coughing too hard. He stared into his bathroom mirror. "Shit."

This disease from New Texas was mostly legend. He never took it seriously. It was a combination of genetics and weird supernatural bullshit. He can rip the roots out, but they would just grow back. It wasn't tall enough to reach down his throat to pull. He knows excatky how and why this started, but it wasn't as if he could fix this.

It was a more recent development that the others decided to make an official name to their relationships. Even Lyf has joined, even if he strictly stays physical with Marius. He.... he couldn't, he didn't fit. He knew he was broken, and they only humored him by asking. He couldn't be what they needed. These stupid plants won't change his mind either.

Jonny sighed and started to fix his makeup, take a long drink of water and head out of his bathroom, and out of his room to resume normal activities.

.......

The pain was something he could get used to, the vines digging into his lungs, spreading to different organs to the point where he should be dead but isn't. He can hide the pain from the others. Jonny stared angerly into the mirror at the cactus flower, blooming on his back. Nobody warned him it could spread to his skin.

New Texans have extremely thick skin, physically to defend against the heat, burning sand, and rocks. It's the reason why he doesn't have tattoos. His skin breaks the needles. This, however, annoyed him to great lengths. Pulling the damn flower out does nothing. It grows back in seconds like a stark reminder of his infliction. Pulling out the stem just kills him and he wakes up on the floor with a bigger fucking flower in its place.

Jonny can't let the others know. No more white shirts. They were already getting suspicious of his breathing problem. He couldn't let them see any of this.

........

The infirmary after DTTM and Aurora's rebuilding has become more of a therapy office than a physical doctors office. Tim adjusted his position as he laid on one of the many beds, there was a nest he liked but Lyf was currently out cold in the middle with his tendrils taking to all empty space and he really didn't feel like getting trapped in them today.

Marius tapped his clipboard, not really ready to write it's more for the look than anything. He has nearly memory as good as Ivy, and her brain was a computer. "So besides stealing a bed, why are you here, Tim? You're about as good as avoiding this place as Jonny."

Tim huffs, crossing his arms as he sinks into the bed. "It's actually about Jonny. Every since we agreed to all date, he's been distant. I've tried to talk to him, but he's been avoiding all of us. Like fuck he even changed his outfit."

"Well, he has been more on a hair trigger as of late." Marius paused and tapped his pen to his lips. "Have you tried confronting him?"

"He shot me in the face." Tim frowns. "Like don't get me wrong, Raphealla is great, and so is Ashes in bed. Brian tries, but he isn't into it due to the lack of feeling. You're pretty fine, too, but your dick freaks me out, no offense."

"We have very different anatomy, I really am not offended." Marius put his board down. "Have you tried asking Jonny for just sex?"

"That's the thing, Jonny has been so cagey about even being close he just doesn't answer. He freaked out bad when Ashes tried to pat him on the back. Nastya isn't a help either she has never seen Jonny act like this." Tim frowns. "I'm worried this could be something from his species, or worse."

"I would suggest cornering him, but we both know the lengths Jonny would go to get out of a conversation. Maybe you should try to court him. He could possibly want something like Lyf and I have." Marius sighs. "Although getting Jonny to confess any thoughts and feelings regarding himself is harder than pulling teeth."

Tim groans and covers his face. "I just miss him. I love him so much, and I haven't even been able to tell him that. I figured it out after our arrangement. I wanted so badly for Jonny to join us, but now I just want him." He sighs. "My bed is so empty without him. I miss how he would make a nest out of my bed. I miss our little arguments. I miss the long nights of us just in each other's company."

"Since you can't talk to him directly, try writing him a letter of all these thoughts and feelings." Marius smiles. "I'm sure we still have that unburnable paper around."

Tim nods. "You're right. You're right." He sits up. "Thanks for this."

Marius smiles. "It's my job. I've also been meaning to ask, is it weird to have it out all the time?"

"My dick doesn't bother me, Marius." Tim sighs heavily. "We've been over this."

"It's really weird, though!" Marius crossed his arms. "There's no protection!"

"I'm leaving." Tim shakes his head and gets out of bed to leave to his room.

......

Jonny adjusted his goggles. For all claims of insanity and madness from Tim, his handwriting was the neatest and fanciest on Aurora. Not that he would admit the fact he has hoarded every letter Tim has written him. Even if everyone assumes he burns them.

The contents were not what Jonny expected. Tim apologized for whatever he had done to slight him and just wanted to talk to cuddle like they did before. His goggles were getting blurry as they filled with tears, but that was quickly forgotten with the feeling of his throat closing, but he couldn't feel the steams or even the petals in his throat or mouth. He tried to scream, but his voice was stolen as his vision went black.

Jonny woke up with a start. His heart was still ticking away as it would for eternity. He grimaced and dragged himself up from the floor. He pulled off his goggles and grimaced at the feeling of the tears that builded up inside. "....." He stopped he tried to speak again. To curse to scream to shout. No sound escaped his lips. He he tried till he was blue in the face but his room remained silent.

Jonny scrambled to his feet and ran to his bathroom. The mirror showed the roots have ingrained in his neck rather than choking him again as if they learned it wouldn't work. It weaved a pattern of an ornate choker with small but beautiful flowers interlaced in the pattern. He knew they went through his vocal cords, preventing him from making any noise. This disease never dealt with an immortal, and it shows. Killing him won't work, so why not take away his ability to see and sing until he confronts the cause.

His claws dug into the bathroom counter. He could handle this. He didn't need his voice. He didn't need to sing. Marius or Tim can easily take the lead, and they didn't need him. He just needed to get off Aurora. He was getting to be useless. They didn't need to know that he was cursed, and they didn't need to have him as a burden. He just had to bide his time till they landed planet side on some random pit stop.

He could avoid them. He can not be a burden. He isn't a burden. He just doesn't belong. They outgrew him, like he always knew would happen. He shook, feeling more flowers emerge on his back and bloom. It hurt, but he deserved it for the monster he is. They only pitied him. Why else would they even try to get him to join them?

.......

"Jolly Good, Jonny. I Have Been Ordered To Find You And Bring You To Family Meal Time. You Have Missed Apromixly 1587 Meals." TS smiles, grabbing Jonny by the scruff of his neck.

Jonny hissed, which seemed to be the only noise he could make besides growling. His hidden food storage has finally run dry, and he just needed to sneak into the garden to grab some fruit and vegetables. He can't let the others see him like this. He curses Nastya for teaching TS the perfect hold to immobilize him.

"You Are Not Normally Quiet When I Grab You." TS frowns. "You Grew Out Your Horns! They Look Lovely."

Jonny growled low from his chest. Maybe he forgot to continue to keep them short, but he didn't need pity from TS out of everyone.

"You Have Such Lovely Flowers In Your Horns. I Don't Believe Aurora Has Them In Her Garden." TS continues to chatter.

"You are correct, Toy Solider, I believe those are native plants of New Texas. Although Jonny has cut all my cameras in his room so I am unaware of how he obtained them." Aurora chirps back. "Jonny, care to explain?"

Jonny growls again louder.

"Good, you caught him." Ashes crosses their arms. "It's been nearly two years, Jonny. Why the fuck are you isolating?"

TS holds Jonny up. "I Think He Has His Own Personal Garden."

Jonny growls and hisses like a feral cat.

"Garden?" Ashes raised their brow. They are now studying Jonny. He was too thin. He was probably rationing his own food to stay away from everyone. The flowers were new, but.... but.... their eyes widen. "Aurora alert Raphaella and Marius. Fucking TS they're growing from his fucking skin. Get him to Raphaella lab now, and don't let him escape! That's a fucking order."

TS salutes and heads down the halls as Jonny growls and hisses the entire way.

.........

Raphealla stared at a naked Jonny after sedating him. Removing his clothes was easy he wasn't even wearing his belts even though he actually needed them now, considering that he looked half starved. Ashes was right. The plants seemed to be growing within Jonny.

Marius had a pale expression on his features as he looked through the scans. "Raph."

Raphealla looked up at Marius, and the look on his face made her own heart sink. "Marius, what did you find?"

Marius silently placed the x-rays and other scans on the projector. The plants started in his lungs, but now growing on the outside like some sort of symbiosis. "The roots wrap around every organ thankfully, not tight enough to stop their functions as if they learned. Every flower on his body, the roots connect to a vital organ, and any attempt at removal will destroy said organ. I think the most concerning is around his neck." He points to the scans. "They purposely sewed into his vocal cords, rendering them completely useless. And I mean sew, look at them they are almost identical to how Jonny stitches clothes. Nit to mention how the roots surrounded his heart, almost making it impossible to see on any scans or even assess for repairs."

Raphealla swallows the lump growing in her throat. "They're everywhere, even on his legs and arms. I don't.... I don't know how we can even start fixing this. Is Brian on his way?"

Marius nods. "So is Tim. I can't really stop Tim he's been determined to talk to Jonny since the start. Ivy is looking into all the records of New Texas, but only has found records of anything similar to old legends and curses. She claims they aren't vertified but are following them. Nastya is talking to Aurora about the early days when it was just her, Jonny, and Carmillia."

"Whatever is happening, he must have been scared it was contagious, or at the very least didn't want any of us seeing him like this." Raphaella pauses. "Tim, be careful and don't pull at any of the flowers it will kill Jonny making any sort of sedation useless."

Tim stared at Jonny on the table. He seemed so much smaller than he ever was before. Jonny was the shortest Lyf was a close second, but New Texans are notorious for being short species, and Jonny was considered tall at 5ft 3in, but here he looked so small and weak. He was careful manurvering Jonny to the side so he could hold him. His his fur was so much thinner than normal. He wrapped himself around the smaller man and took a deep breath. "I'm staying till he throws me off."

Nobody cared to argue as Brian stepped inside.

........

Jonny woke up groggily, but he was comfortable, the first time in a while. He could feel arms wrapped around him they were thin but all muscle. He felt as if he could breathe deeply. The smell of Gunpowder told him who was holding him, but the soft even breathing and the near silence also told him the other man was dead asleep. Why was Tim even doing this? Was it out of pity? He had everyone else to do this with.

Tim hummed softly, pulling Jonny tighter. Which was extremely abnormal, Jonny was the cuddly one. He allowed the other man to climb him like a tree and cling it was never the other way around. "J-mmmm."

Jonny knew a few things for certain. Tim only talked in his sleep during a nightmare. Tim hated to cuddle and rather have someone cling to him. Tim was also very violent if he had a nightmare. None of that added up to the current behavior. He opened his eyes again to another shock. He was facing Tim's chest. He was being held in a position where Tim was trying to protect him, at least in New Texan culture. It was considered the closest way to sleep save for lovers and mothers protecting their children.

Tim didn't seem to like Jonny moving and pulled him even closer against him.

When was the last time Jonny was embraced like this? The touch felt like heaven. It was also a fact that he heavily guarded from everyone even before DTTM that New Texans are a tactile species, from headbutts to gentle touch meant the world as since gestures and it was needed. He knew he was naked, and he knew Tim was just in his boxers. Tim hated sleeping naked. It frankly scared him, and only Jonny knew why.

Tim yawned, and his grip loosened as he woke up. Being this close to him, Jonny can hear the soft whirl of his eyes now focusing. He stretches and yawns again. He doesn't seem to realize Jonny is awake. He rubs Jonny's back and makes a small, confused noise.

Jonny can see from his angle not moving much that Tim has one of the flowers from his back in his hands. He didn't even feel it. He wanted the feeling of Tim's dull nails back on his back. He starts to purr as Tim starts to dully Scratch his back again, alerting the larger man that he was awake.

"You know." Tim didn't make an effort to move. If anything, he got more comfortable laying next to Jonny. "Raphealla said that it would kill you to pick a flower. You don't seem dead, and I'm going to put this in my hair."

Jonny tries to growl, but his purring to way too loud. He settles for burying his face in Tim's chest. He wished Tim had less corse hair on his chest, but humans didn't have proper fur.

"Yes, you're so scary." Tim chuckles. "I really missed you. I just want you. The others aren't the same. Ashes is fine, just a bit too strong and forceful, which has a time and place. Raphaella is very clinical, which is actually a kink I didn't know I had, but still. Marius... Marius's dick weirds me out no matter how fun it is. Ivy doesn't like men, which is fine. We just cuddle, but then she tries to drag me into her bed, and I get trenching everything. Nastya is strictly physical, was Aurora only. Also, i don't think she really likes me, but everyone says that's normal. Brian is good, but I feel like I'm playing with a toy, and he doesn't really enjoy it either. We just talk mostly. TS tries? I don't actually know what it really wants, but is it really enthusiastic. Lyf is only into Marius. He kind of shuts down at any other advances except cuddles but cuddling with Lyf is to be trapped for eight hours because he forgets your there and you just get dragged around the ship till he realizes he is still holding you. Apparently, Marius thinks it's adorable."

Jonny pulls away and tries to speak to ask what Tim means. They were all supposed to be together, right? He didn't really understand what Tim was explaining.

Tim's mechanical eyes lock with Jonny's amber eyes. "Did you really just think it was all just sex?" He smiles softly. "I suppose that's a part of it, but mostly, it's emotional. I actually stopped the physical side because it just didn't feel the best without you. I miss you, your weird nest of a bed, your damn touching, and just everything. I feel better with you. Hell, I told you things I still haven't told the others." He sits up and pulls Jonny to his lap and rests his chin on Jonny's head. "I also have no idea what your father looks like, so I say this without prejudice. Your horns are nice, and I want to use them as blowjob handles."

Jonny shook with a silent laugh.

"It's really fucking weird not hearing you talk." Tim huffs then pauses. "Oh, you grew a new flower. It's blue, that's my favorite color. Can I uhhhh." He motions with his hand, pointing at Jonny's stomach.

Jonny cautiously reached out and plucked the flower from his stomach. It didn't hurt, and he didn't even feel it grow. He turned around and gently placed it behind Tim's ear. It did look nice in his hair.

"I missed you." Tim smiles and gently presses his forehead against Jonny's.

Jonny could feel tears leak from his eyes, but he didn't seem to care, and he gently pushed back and purred even louder. They remain like this before a small voice clears their throat.

"Jonny, and Tim." Ivy raised a brow. "I understand you can't talk, so I will need you to nod or shake your head to confirm my research."

Tim sits Jonny in his lap. "Sup, Ivy."

Jonny pauses and nods.

"Good, now Jonny, is this a disease or a curse?" Ivy pauses as Jonny makes a motion combining the two. "Oh, it's both?"

Jonny nods.

"Fascinating." Ivy hums and writes something down for physical records. "Are you currently in pain?"

Jonny shakes his head no.

"Can you get a towel or something before we continue?"

Jonny gives a shit eating grin and shakes his head.

"Of course not." Ivy sighs. "Glad to see this hasn't changed you being a piece of shit. I would be concerned if it did." She gives a small smile as Jonny shakes with a silent laugh.

Jonny pulls Tim's arms around him. He grinned again, getting comfortable.

"Keep grinding, and I'm going to give Ivy a show, and she'll get nothing done." Tim smiles.

Jonny smirks. He missed this. He missed how he fit in Tim's lap. He missed Tim's touch. He missed the banter between everyone. He wanted to smell like Tim. He wanted to ask if he promised, but instead, he decided to grind against Tim's crotch again.

"Listen here, you awful awful man keep wiggling, and I'm going to make sure you can't move. I'm going to make you my little cocktail warmer." Tim stops as Jonny starts to purr.

Ivy chuckles. "There is a 98% chance that Jonny would like that, and a 50% chance he would still answer my questions."

Tim hums picking up Jonny who helped while he rolled down his underwear enough to let his cock spring free. "Now let me - f-fuck Jonny. Jonny you fucker I was going to s-stretch you."

Jonny really missed the burn. Of course, Tim's human, so he doesn't have a knot like he does. Well, humans are also a single sex species. Humans kind of suck in the biology department. Oh wait, Ivy was asking him something.

Ivy pinched her brow. "Jonny, is there a cure? I am going to throw my notebook at you if I have to ask again."

Jonny nodded and then made a so-so motion with his hand. There was curing what he had. There were ways to lessen the damage and even make the plants retreat from vital organs, but it's always going to be inside of him with the lingering effects. Maybe he could control the plants one day that would be neat. He just didn't know what was needed to start the healing process. Mmmh, Tim was really comfy and warm.

"Ivy, this was a bad idea." Tim's cheeks were red. "I've forgotten something important."

Jonny smiles wide.

"What did you forget?" Ivy raised a brow.

"Why I banned this in our bedroom." Tim groans turn into a moan as Jonny shakes in a silent laugh.

"Why? This seems quite tame to the masochism Jonny enjoys." Ivy seems curious now.

"Jonny doesn't feel discomfort or pain like this. This is natural for new Texans since the men have knots. Jonny can sit here for days if I let him." Tim sighs.

Jonny clicks his tongue. He forgot only Marius knew New Texans were a hermaphroditic species with both working sexes. It probably would have been wise to tell Tim before that his dick wasn't up his ass.

"Fascinating, I will inform Raphaella she will want to test that if you're ok with that, Jonny?" Ivy blinks when Jonny nods with extreme enthusiasm.

"Fuck you Ivy for indulging him. Also fuck you Jonny I didn't even put a condom on." Tim is red face because Jonny felt really nice.

The condom thing could be a future problem, but in Jonny's defense, he can blame Tim. Tim was making such wonderful noises as he turned himself around to face Tim and lean his face against his chest.

"Fine you fuck get comfortable, Raphealla and Marius is here." Tim rubs Jonny's back.

"Ah, Jonny, is that wise?" Marius raised his brow as Jonny gave him the finger and started purr louder. "That is fair. I will keep an eye on the aftermath."

"Amazing, I thought you were lying, Tim. Is this comfortable for you?" Raphaella's eyes light up as Jonny gives a thumbs up.

"No." Tim smiles as he sighs. "But it makes Jonny happy, but I'm drawing the line at 8 hours."

Marius hops up and sits next to the two. "How are you feeling, Jonny?"

Jonny continues to purr as he holds onto Tim. He maneuvers his tail to hold Marius's. His heart wasn't ticking in time when Marius wrapped his tail around his tighter. He did like the touch.

"Any louder, Jonny, and you're going to start vibrating." Tim swallows back a moan.

"Ah shucks, it seems I'm stuck now Raphaella, you'll have to study from afar." Marius grabs Jonny's hand and slowly rubs circles into it. He can see a few petals fall from around his horns.

"At least you're clothed." Tim puff out his cheeks in a false pout.

"You've still git your knickers on." Marius smirks as Jonny shakes in a silent laugh causing Tim to moan.

"Can you please pick between me being hard and soft or I'm about to cum the next time you laugh." Tim can feel his blush reach his ears as Jonny stared up at him with such a innocent gaze with doe eyes. "It is also not fair you have an innocent look."

Jonny can feel Tim's dick return to full attention at the sound of Raphaella putting on rubber gloves. He did mention a medical kink. He isn't opposed to Raphaella getting closer. He can feel Tim squirm. Maybe he could get used to this if he had Tim with him during this. He didn't even notice how close she got until he could feel her breath on his neck.

"Now we should check if these vines have gone below. We can't have you in this position without the ability to relieve yourself." Raphaella hums softly her breath against Jonny's ear. "Now your species has an internal member until arousal or prodding."

Ok, maybe Jonny can see the appeal in some medical play. He dug his free hand claws into Tim's back the moment he felt the gloved hand touch the slit where his dick would come out of. He growled low and deep as a warning.

"Sensitivity is expected with reproductive organs Jonny, now relax." Raphaella's gloved hand felt cold, and there was some lube on the fingers.

Jonny silently whined and grinded on Tim's cock as he felt the cold finger press into his slit. Marius was pulling his left hand to where he didn't know he could focus on his free hand digging into Tim's back, and he knew he drew blood.

Tim moaned loudly.

"Aha, there it is." Raphaella quirks her lips into a small smile. "Much larger than expected for your size, Jonny. I'm sure Tim enjoys it when he allows you to use it." She methodically rubs the tip. "I can see where it inflates to form a knot. Marius, are you going to compare with your own penis?"

Jonny could hear Marius's belt unbuckle, and his hand was on something oddly wet and cold. It was moving slowly at first, but it was like the octokittens with no suctioncups. It was slick with a slime like substance, and he flexed his fingers and heard Marius's breath catch in his throat. He turned his head to see his his hand in a mass of squirming tendrils they were thin but long, and a lot of them. They were an odd purple color with black slime. They felt nice on his hand. If this is what Lyf got to play with, maybe he was a smidge jealous. He pinched a few between his fingers, and that seemed to send them into a fury of movement.

"Jo-jonny." Marius whines. "D-don't a-ah!"

"O-oh!" Nastya swallows walking into the room. "I was told Jonny was awake.... Aurora."

Aurora chirps.

"What a mess all of you." Nastya crossed her arms and had a smirk on her lips. "Seems a bit unfair Ivy, how about you put Raphaella in her place?"

"Will do, I will require Ashes to take care of Tim and TS to bring its collection of straps. Lyf should be informed as well that there is a 75% chance he will enjoy watching Marius unravel." Ivy was undoing her belt. "Raphaella, I need you to strip now and unhand Jonny's penis or I will make you." Her voice was the softest, and she was barely taller than Jonny, but hearing a soft moan from Raphaella answered the question on who topped.

Jonny sinks his teeth into Tim's shoulder when Raphaella hand leaves his exposed dick.

"Are you streaming this to Brian?" Nastya smiles and takes a seat to watch in the corner. "Good, let him know I'm going to fine tune his nerves."

In a different position, he wanted Marius to use what he was packing on his own dick. Could he fit inside the tip? He felt a roll of pleasure wash over him at the thought alone. He had to ask Tim. His eyes rolled back as Tim bucked his hips.

"Oh Jonny, my little kitty, if you're going to bite, do it like you mean it." Tim traced his fingers down Jonny's back.

Marius leaned back and whined as Jonny squeezed in response. "Ca- fuck. Fuck if you don't get Lyf here to fuck me, I'm pulling you off of Tim and riding you." Jonny's claws felt delicious on his dick.

Jonny growls again, biting down harder. Feeling strong hands cup his ass.

"Been a while you feral fuck." Ashes chuckles. "TS got me all the fun toys. If Tim wasn't balls deep I would have you on the biggest thing I've got just to watch you struggle to take it like a good little breeding bitch."

Jonny soundless whines releasing his teeth. He licks at the blood, making Tim shudder.

Ashes chuckles at Marius. "Using Marius as a stress toy? Good boy. Now, since I can't play with you, Tim, slide back, and I'm going to prepare you. Whatever I use I expect a thank you."

"Yes, Hades." Tim thrusts up as the cold feeling of fresh lube.

Jonny gasps. He wanted more. He wanted to feel Ashes's scales on his skin. He was getting impatient, with the noises Marius was making, and Tim's shallow thrusts. He needed more touch. He wanted o-oh! He could feel TS's wooden hands on his back.

"This Seems Very Fun!" TS sounded as cheerful as ever. "It Seems You Have Another Hole I Will Play With."

Jonny purrs in delight. He bites his lip, when the fuck did TS learn how to do that and how the fuck is it this good? He was going to be stuffed in both holes, and he can't wait. He doesn't realize Lyf is here till Marius starts to make loud noises he can't quite place as moans. It was a weird clicking, but with how wet he felt, they were good noises.

"For fucks sake, Byron if you were going to get this unraveled I expect more clothes off." Lyf's low voice sent shivers down Jonny's back and he wasn't even talking to him. "Well get into position and don't you dare let Jonny's hand leave your cock."

Jonny was certain he wouldn't let go he liked the feeling way too much and couldn't help but imagine how it would feel in his mouth or on his own dick. Unfortunately, from his angle, he couldn't see what Lyf was packing as his pants fell to the floor. Marius was no longer speaking a language he could understand or making noises that sounded remotely like a creature could make, but it went straight to his own dick that nearly went back to being internal. He turned to his right to see Raphaella getting railed by Ivy. That was a massive toy made for two, and Ivy seemed to be an expert.

Ashes chuckles. "It seems your cockwarmer is getting distracted. I know the perfect way to fix that Persephone."

Tim drool as his hips went up and Jonny felt it. "Big... very big Hades."

"Only the best for my girl." Ashes chuckles. "You better cum into your toy like a good bitch."

Jonny purrs loud from that alone. He was close himself from the sights, feelings and fuck the sounds. His toes curled, listening to Tim whine and moan. His vision went white as he came harder than he ever thought was possible, TS pressed all the right spots and Tim cumming sent him over the edge. His eyelids grew heavy as he slipped into unconscious bliss.

......

Jonny grimaced and opened his eyes. He softly gasps he is in a warm bath, Aurora doesn't let him bathe at all, and he doesn't even let him have one in his bathroom. He wasn't even that sore. The petals in the water annoyed him, but he couldn't really do anything about that. He sunk into the warm, soapy water.

"You know tin would be doing this if he wasn't still out cold." Marius chuckles.

Jonny furrows his brows and motions vaguely with his hands, not bothering to try to talk.

"My species are known for sex that can last weeks, months if it's a heat and bonding. I love you guys, and I love Lyf, but the most he can stand is a few hours, which isn't his fault. My species is quite violent, so why would the sex be different. Oh, the crew has passed me around a few days at a time. It's fun, but it's fun but not really the same. Anyway, Aurora suggested a bath for you as a gift." Marius smiles.

It was the perfect gift. Jonny adored water and baths. His species however if from the desert, and that means he would get sick if he did it as much as he wanted. He purrs softly as Marius cleans his hair and horns.

"I do have to ask, about before. Was that ok? We kind of rushed into it." Marius smiles softly as Jonny nods. "Good I was worried we rushed you into it. Did it bother your plants?"

Jonny tilted his head confused.

"Right, better question, can you feel the plants?" Marius raised a brow when Jonny made a so-so motion. "It depends on the situation."

Jonny nods. He tries to speak and to his surprise, and Marius's noise comes forth. It was rough and nowhere near healed enough to sound like his normal self. He slowly begins to speak. "I..." He takes a breath. "If it... um"

"If Tim knocked you up." Marius added.

Jonny nodded. "I don't want to get rid of it. Before you ask, I don't think the plants would hurt it or kill it. I just, fuck never had this risk before. Tim and I were always careful, I made him wear condoms, or Ashes used their toys. Maybe it's the stupid plants or the high from the sex but I think I want to stay. I want to see where this goes. I want to create a story for us."

"Well, that means no drinking or smoking.... um actually wait would that hurt the fetus?" Marius pauses. "With my species, it would be harmful if the expecting didn't do that."

"Marius, every time I learn something new about your species, I want to punch you in the face." Jonny sighs. "I'm clean, didn't excatly hide away alcohol or smokes in my food storage. Also, I don't think I can smoke anymore, I might actually throw up. I can't tell you how many cigarettes and cigars I went through trying to kill the plants in my lungs."

"You didn't actually answer my question." Marius chuckles.

"If it did stick, this will be the last bath I have till the brat is here. Water could trigger an early labor and a go-to for New Texans for an easy abortion. Well, if you had the money to get the water or alcohol, any liquid worked. Women would do that to get out of forced marriages, but they didn't stop the rape though. Maybe it's different now and finally equal on the gender thing. Anyway, it's not unheard of for someone with straight horns to have kids." Jonny sinks in the water with a blush on his cheeks.

"Never thought I would live to hear the day Jonny talks about his planet and the culture. Ivy is going to kill me for this information, but I won't tell her." Marius smiles. "I'm not going to ask for more details. You deserve to come around on your own, but I would like you back in my office in two weeks to check."

"Is it bad that I'm hoping it sticks?" Jonny stretched out his legs. "I want it to be Tim's, too. Can't be yours. Your species has that weird biological rule and shit."

"Just because I can't breed with a different species unless we are bonded through heat isn't weird." Marius huffs. "I hope it did work, I haven't seen you smile like this since before DTTM. If not, then we just have to plan another improtu group sex, or just throw you and Tim in a closet till you tire each other out."

Jonny snorts. "I guess if it's the doctors orders."

"Now you're just delirious, come on up and out of the bath." Marius picks Jonny out of the tub. "A quick shower than I'm going to wrap you snug in a towel."

"Don't threaten me with a good time." Jonny giggles clearly exhausted but happy.

.......

Jonny woke up next in a mess of limbs, and the smell of sex was completely gone. TS, Brian, and Marius probably leaned up. He wiggles his arm free only to have a tendril wrap around him. That was probably Lyf, Tim warned him about, but he couldn't seem to care as he fell back asleep.

.......

"The plants have seem to retreated for now, but I don't think we'll be able to remove the choker around your neck or the various flowers on your body." Raphaella smiles. "So that's good news in other news. Why are you twitchy? It's good news."

"I promised I meet Marius today, so can we speed this along?" Jonny already hopped off the table, buttoning up his shirt.

"Marius, huh? Does Tim know?" Raphaella chuckles.

"It's gonna be a surprise." Jonny shoots finger guns and runs off to the infirmary, leaving a very confused Raphaella. It wasn't a long run, and he nearly crashed into Lyf, heading inside.

"Ah! Oh, hi Jonny, you seem excited for whatever Marius planned for you today." Lyf blinks. "Do you need me?"

"Nope, not a sex thing." Jonny looked nearly giddy with excitement and anticipation as he ran into the infirmary.

"I....I didn't think it was?" Lyf shakes his head and heads down the hall.

Marius laughs. "Jonny, relax. It's not even that hard of a test."

"I'm not worried!" Jonny huffs. "I'm excited."

"You know if it's positive." Marius takes a small droplet of blood for the test. "You can't be running around like that, especially since majority of us is armed and don't do well with surprises."

"I'll be safe! I'll stick to the vents like Nastya." Jonny huffs and crosses his arms. "So? Tell me!"

Marius pulls down his monocle goggles to be dramatic. He didn't excatly hide his smile. "Congratulations, Jonny." He started to chuckle, watching the flowers bloom around his neck.

"Really?" Jonny was nearly vibrating with excitement. "Wait no fuck it test me again."

"Jonny, it's a very clear - oof." Marius chuckles softly as Jonny hugs him tight.

"Fuck I gotta tell Tim." Jonny smiles wide and pushes Marius away. "Don't tell nobody I'm gonna surprise my partner first." He laughs manically as he rushed down the halls.

#the mechanisms #the mechs

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the-acid-pear · 1 year ago

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I remember my dream today for once. Or parts. Since as far as I can remember it started with me going to Brazil (help!). Dream Brazil was fun, I saw a jungle in the beach, I saw mean fucking sea cows that tried to slap me. There also was an unknown pair riding a uh, a cuatri that little 4 wheel machine, and taking selfies with a beautiful (average tbh) blonde woman w big sunglasses. After the sea cow tried to punch me (they were outside the water btw so maybe they were just seals? Then again this was Brazil so idk) we came across a sort of japanese settlement were I saw the best creature of my dreams: the one handed tiger. These mfs looked low poly, like if a guy put on a tiger custome but instead of it being a fursuit or something it was just those flat cloths covering your whole body. They were also very fucking goofy (one did the nya hand at me when I looked at it with utter shock) and bipedal. I really thought that was just some guy trolling but a guide called them one hand tigers and then I saw there were a lot of thems so I had to accept it.

We kept going past the tigers and some other strange fauna. Worth mentioning this setting was a lot more... japanese, aesthetically. Less trees, more empty espace, cooler colors, there was wind.

We eventually made it to a cave full of fish and these were some of the most bizarre fish ever. The guide was explaining us that at night this fish pond (like a fucking jacuzzi made out of stone) becomes more like a cabaret as more bipedal but non the less bizarre and coloful and bright fishes started walking in. I swear to God one was orange and had red big lips and slutty eyes but in the most low poly weird style ever.

We couldn't take picture which was upsetting because I apparently was doing a fish collection like the Sims. However what was truly upsetting was just being there, for it was making me extremely uncomfortable.

I was fixated on a green little fish, bright green, with a hit of yellow, like a neon green apple color, only normal mf still in the pond, but I was getting too anxious so I tried to leave but I stumbled into someone or something and everyone realized and they were like "are you trying to leave? 😦" so they all left with me. Without complaining too!

After that I went up a mountain and I ended up my grandma's old home and this is where we take a melancholy break since it was pretty sad. I was there with my grandpa and my dad. Not much happened. I walked around seeing the clouds and the beautiful sky. I thought of telling my dad we'd stay to eat, but I didn't.

I remember now, before this, I was walking around, someone on a mule saw me. We were chatting, or perhaps I just thought we were. Maybe we were just each talking to ourselves. I really tried to keep my shit together but I eventually collapsed crying, finishing the sentence I'd been trying to say, saying that my grandma was a huge hater but nobody forgave like her. I don't know why I was seeking forgiveness but I was desperate.

Back to the house though, at some point we heard a sound from the distance that sounded just like my grandma's laugh as my dad and I sat outside and we locked eyes for a second and we knew we both had imagined the same and one of us said how missed she is and I broke down crying.

AND THIS IS WHERE THE MELANCHOLY STOPS because as I was crying my nose just started fucking bleeding and I started trying to picture from where the blood was falling for a while but I guess that's just because I was soon to wake up.

Someone who I follow but is not my mutual (mutual in law?) just happened to be close by DRAWING SOUTH PARK FANART out of all things and she saw me and maybe I asked for help or maybe she simply was like 😬 and decided to help this pathetic bleeding animal but for some reason the solution was to tie my arms behind my back bondage style. I remember being like "are you sure this is going to work?" and her reassuring like "don't worry".

I did finally wake up after that.

#luly talks #my dreams

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missr3n3 · 4 months ago

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[swap writer here] (This was actually written by an online friend of mine at their own offer, but they said they'd prefer to remain unnamed, so I'll respect that) (They do have some "backstage" info on the swap btw)

Swap Joshua might actually be more tragic than Swap Cain, even if he doesn't have it as bad in terms of villain parent figures.

Swap Cain is mostly a normal young adult before everything goes absolutely downhill, because he's had some form of healthy early childhood. Sure, his parents falling out and eventually divorcing each other isn't something pleasant, but at least it's implied his parents tried to build a bridge on top of their ever growing rift so that their son wouldn't be completely deprived of some normalcy in his first years. And that worked, because ages 4 and 5, Cain is still a relatively happy child, even if his parents' marriage is falling apart super fast, and it's only at the age of 6 that he starts depending on Feral for emotional validation and escape from loneliness, because his dad has officially left the picture and his mother's job is extremely demanding, so he immediately loses two key adult figures that, being a child, he needs the presence of in order to learn how to survive in the world properly.

Swap Joshua on the other hand wasn't so lucky.

At just 4 years old he's suddenly already faced with the fact that his mother has gotten extremely ill, with what could potentially be some form of cancer, and from that point on, any familial stability that he might remember having vanished, as his mother is most of the time in hospital and his dad is overworking himself in order to pay the medical bills and still have time for his wife and son.

It's a very problematic childhood for Joshua from the start, which leaves him to become dependent on "Kai" so much earlier, and this lack of ground base childhood normalcy is what has led Joshua to become the mess he is today.

School probably became a place where he could escape from the overwhelming loneliness he felt at home, and this is assuming that his child mentality saw his bedroom as being "separate" from the rest of the house in some form, but other than that, Joe's lack of attempts at even just talking to his own son, and the short presences of Marylin in her son's life serving only as a dreadful reminder that he might lose his mother way too soon, adding the fact that Joshua might be aware his dad's family hates him, are all factors that snowballed throughout Josh's early years until they finally hit him square in the face following his mother's passing.

"Kai" was a reliable figure through all these years, sure, but he was more a source of reassurances rather than advice, because you to remember that Cairyx doesn't really know how to handle kids. Him being there for Joshua could be compared to accompanying the process of a puppy learning how to walk, not actually raising it. And eventually "Kai" left anyway, and with Joshua later just assuming that it had been all his imagination, likely only fueled the feelings of isolation from any possible caretaker in his life.

After Marylin dies from her illness when Joshua is 12 and Joe moves out to live with his parents and siblings before his son even reaches 13, we only hear of Joshua again when he's already 19 and dating Madeline, and by that time we see that he's gained a lot of nasty habits, mostly circling around self-neglect.

We see that not long after entering the picture, Luce in some way takes up the role of a parent: making sure Josh drinks water after the rare occasions he consumes alcohol, waking him up from a pile of paperwork at the desk to urge that he head to bed, insisting that he eat at least one piece of fruit or clean up just one room of the house.

It's self-neglect because it's not that Joshua doesn't remember to do them, it's because he doesn't feel the motivation or energy to do so. Almost everything that Joshua does to survive, like cooking, cleaning and sewing his clothes back together, or even just eating, are done in a very apathetic way ; he's just doing them because he has to, not as any hobby or out of any glimmer of enjoyment.

And if none of that has ringed any bells to you, I'll spell it out: Joshua suffers from depression, more specifically major depressive disorder, also known as clinical depression.

Joshua taking up the task of doing paperwork for Zeke's radio station so often could be a reflection of escapism from his earliest symptoms: trying to find extra schoolwork or club things to do to avoid facing the reality of his feelings of abandonment, only for his growing psychological distress to make turn that escapism from mildly enjoyable activities to unpleasant self-imposed obligations.

Clinical and major depression also affect anger and stress responses, through in this case I think Joshua's MDD just aggravated already poor response mechanisms, because wouldn't you know it, being borderline neglected your entire childhood and teenager years molds an adult who can't process stress in healthy ways.

It's no wonder Joshua just bottles everything up and in the end explodes when it's too much, he grew up without a viable support system and never learned to express himself properly. And the only human adult he ever had a somewhat stable relationship with was his boss Zeke, who similarly to "Kai", was a great mood lifter but unreliable when it came to giving advice, so again, not a good support system.

I'll even go as far as claim that the only decent support systems Joshua ever had were his "imaginary friends". Cairyx in some way representing the parent little Joshua wished he could have, and why him leaving made Josh so upset, because he felt that yet again an adult was abandoning him in favor of something else, and Luce representing a guardian figure Joshua wishes could have helped him out following his father leaving his life.

And I think that part of the reason Joshua broke down so quickly after Luce left temporarily, is because subconsciously he felt like his fear had come true: if he apparently wasn't good enough to keep around for his biological family, why would he be for any kind of surrogate parent?

And who isn't to say that the Skinamarink house problem could symbolize a major feeling of mental helplessness after having been physically discharged from the hospital?

thank u vry much for the meal anonymous friend 🙏

i do wonder, after reading all this n seeing how swap!joshua has had mostly positive experiences with the non-human entities in his life, how he'd react to finding out The Truth about swap!madeline

i wonder even more how he'd react to her still caring about him n his safety and wanting to help him escape the skinamarink house, even tho he blew up n yelled at her the last time they talked 👀

#ask the skeleton #cdta #cdta swap au #joshua atkin #joe atkin #cairyx #cdta luce #madeline wells #swap writer

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pure-kirarin · 3 years ago

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Slow & Steady [P2] [Sabo x f!reader] (+18)

Genre : Romance - Smut - Bestfriends to lovers General warnings : Alcohol consumption - Dark themes - Swearing - S m u t - possessiveness - Mention of ex-relationships - jealousy

A/N : This is really different from my usual writing style but I am experimenting. Please tell me your thoughts and don’t hesitate to ask to be added to the tag list :) AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/31877203?view_full_work=true

In the last chapter -- «-Enough playing now, you're going to sleep. -B-but ! This wasn't what I asked for....You're really a coward after all...You virgin... » He carried you to his room, putting you on the bed and sitting next to you. «-I'd love to prove you wrong. However, it would be better if you were in a state where you'd be able to recall how good I am. If you want me to fuck you this badly then maybe ask me when you're sober.

Part I - Part II

Part II -Yeah yeah...Pff..You're no fun Sabo. Things were finally getting interesting ! »

He smiled seeing that you were now calmer. You started to yawn and bury your face in his pillow. He loved to see you getting so comfortable in his room. He really needed a cold shower after your little show. -Goodnight (Y/N). I'll sleep on the couch. You can get comfortable. -Are you crazyy ? You gonna leave me alone like this ? Let's sleep together~ -Come on (Y/N), you're a big girl. You could sleep alone for one night, would you ? Translation : I don't want to spend the whole night with a semi. And you're dangerously flirty, and I have wanted you for years and now I have to abstain.

-Pleaaaase. You said looking at him with puppy eyes. He rolled his eyes placing a hand in his hair. God.damn.it.

You won again. Like every time. * * * You opened your eyes hardly next day, feeling something hard against your thigh. You looked at the ceiling

Oh...I am not in my room...Where the fuck am I ?

you turn around only to discover the embodiment of Adonis to your side. A light beam was lighting up Sabo's face. He looked like an angel as his beauty couldn't be that of a human.

Was he always this handsome ?

You didn't know, in fact, you have never had the occasion to wake up in his bed. Wait, in his bed ? This realization came slowly as your head was still foggy from yesterday's consumption.

You looked down, the thing that was pressing against your leg was indeed :

his thing.

You frowned, blushed, pulled away, put a hand on your lips repressing an internal scream, all of this in around three seconds. You then tried to calm down, telling yourself that it was very normal for a man to experience this kind of morning unconviniences, and that Sabo was a man, after all. Even if you have always seen him as a bestfriend, he was still a man that is capable of physical attraction.

Now that this internal monologue was done with, you felt a bit calmer, but that didn't answer your question. You got out of bed, trying to recall what happened after going in the bar. And it came back. All of it. Without any mercy for your feelings.

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Your only wish was to disappear which meant : calling Nami. You headed out of the house, not even having the courage to face your bestfriend.

« Namiiiii -Uh ? What's the matter ? -I fucked up. I fucked up really bad. -Oh yeah ? Tell me about it. -Wait, why do you seem excited ? -O-oh I'm not excited. Come on tell me. What else could you have possibly done ? -I asked Sabo to fuck me. -Wait what ? You could hear Vivi ask Nami about what happened and her answering « She asked Sabo to fuck her ». -Nami ! Don't go on telling everyone about this. I'm on my way. -For starters, Vivi isn't « everyone », she's my girlfriend. And I'm here waiting for you to tell me what happened. -Wait, I'll come at your place. This can't be discussed over the phone. »

You hung up on her. Ten minutes later, you were at her place. Extremely confused. Nami was painting her nails bright red on the bed while Vivi was sitting comfortably on a chair. You let your whole body weight fall on a lounge pug, tourmented. «-So tell me how you and Sabo ended up fucking. She emphasized the last word in a way that made you almost choke on air. -We didn't actually. Nami and Vivi both sighed in a synchronized « Ah » of disappointment. -So hmm...I don't remember clearly. I was really drunk-- well that you're aware of and...And Sabo didn't want to leave me alone so we went to his place. Ace was at Thatch's so we were alone. We hugged and he comforted me. Then I started teasing him, and I don't know what I was thinking, but I kissed him, and then I asked him to fuck me. -Wow that escalated quickly. Said Nami as she continued painting her nails.

-Well, I was heartbroken, I needed something, someone, and he was there, and you know Sabo, he's a good guy ! I don't know what's worse, the fact that I asked him to fuck me or the fact that he said no.

-Oh god I'm so so sorry

- Nami please don't make things worse for me.

-No offense, but you're so dense. Sabo has always been into you. Do you want him, or do you not ? I know that going right into a relationship after a breakup is a bad idea. But honestly it's worth giving it a shot. He's a really good guy. Try dating someone nice for once.

-I don't know, he has something unsettling about him. Like « almost too good to be true » you know ? Added Vivi.

-Ohhh~ I see. Honestly, I always thought that he was a bit prude and hella vanilla. I mean, yes, he's my best friend. But he has never talked about girls to me or about sexual stuff. So I just assumed that. I never thought that he'd be packin' like that. You said as you popped a lollipop in your mouth.

-Ah ? Was it really that impressive ? asked Nami, genuinely curious.

-Yeah. On a scale from 0 to doflamingo he's a solid eight point seventy five. (*)

-Oh gosh. I understand why you're so worked up now.

-That's really...precise. Added Vivi, a bit horrified.

(*) [ The dear reader might need this clarification ; Doflamingo was Law's uncle, he sometimes came to pick him up after uni with his luxurious lamborghini. He wore extremely tight pants that left little to the imagination. And he was most known among your clique for having a nine incher. It was a running joke wether to know if Law got his uncle's genes. Needless to say that this joke wasn't to Law's taste. Now back to our adorable Y/N. ]

-So. I really don't know what to do. I am still heartbroken. -And horny. Added the ginger. -Yeah, that too. I'm afraid of ruining our friendship. -Listen dear, said Nami as she was closing the nail polish bottle, if you're not going for it, someone else would. And trust me, that girl Koala is upping her game. She's going to steal him right in front of your eyes, just like this - and she snapped her fingers. -Oh, and then, you can forget about being « best friends ». Said Vivi adding fuel to the fire. -Yeah, once he's gonna start dating, he won't have too much time for you-- and then, that Koala girl, my god, she seems extremely possessive ! -No way, your voice was detached, trying to act is if you weren't worried, Sabo has never dated any girl before.- -Yes but he seems to get along with that girl. And to be honest, she's kinda cute.

-Nami ! Vivi pinched her forearm playfully, pretending to be jealous.

-That hurt ! And don't be jealous, you know that you're my only one~

-Hmm...I prefer that. Vivi laughed. You started caughing reclaiming for their attention.

-Attention please ! We're discussing my dick-appointment here.

-Jesus you're really annoying, (Y/N), just go for it already.

-How much did he pay you to tell me this huh ?

-What ? He didn't pay me ! You're just always getting your heart broken. I'm just trying to be a good friend.

-Say that you are trying to get rid of her~ Jokes Vivi.

-Vivi, don't expose me like this- Nami plays along while laughing.

-I hate you girls ! You say as you throw a pillow on Nami. The ginger starts complaining that you messed her Nail polish, and the whole scene metamorphosed into a pillow fight.

* * *

You spent the whole day with the girls, chit-chatting about boys and girls and playing stupid games. You felt way more comfortable now, less ashamed. However, you were surprised because you didn't get a message from your bestfriend. You wondered wether he was mad at you, it wasn't in his habits.

You decided to message Ace [click for conversation] [ (Y/N) : Heyy amigo is Sabo ok ? Did he tell u smth abt yesterday ? Ace : Ouch, your hurting my feelings, </3 Only talking to me to ask about my brother~ Yea hes okay why tho ? (Y/N) : Ooo kay. He's home ? Ace : He is. Why don't u directly text him ? (Y/N) : Don't tell him I asked. Btw I didn't forget about those 10 bucks you « borrowed » from me. Give it back.] He didn't answer. You sighed and decided to go see Sabo to settle things down. It was the first time that you were embarrassed to see your best friend. You dressed up in a black skirt and t shirt. You didn't usually pay attention to your looks when you went to hang out at Sabo's, but you were really stressed out and what the girls have said about Koala made you scared of losing him. After all, you had some abandonment issues. You had to settle this down once and forever. You arrived at the guy's place, it was an apartment not so far from your own student flat. You knocked on the door and Ace opened : -Ohhh, (Y/N), he whistles, lookin' like a girl today huh ? -What are you implying you dumbass ? Where's Sabo ? -He's in his room with Koala.- -Wait what ? Koala ? What is she doing here ? Ace raised an eyebrow then said amused ; -I don't know, go ask him yourself. -You're useless as usual. -Always so sweet. You on your period or something ? -I didn't forget about my twenty bucks by the way. -I said I'm goin' to pay you back alright ? Now go talk to Sabo. You and Ace were always teasing each other in a brotherly way, but in reality, he really cared for you, it was just your usual way of communication. But it was true that knowing that Koala was in Sabo's room put you in a bad mood. You knocked on the door with a knot in your stomach. Did they start dating ? Was Sabo interested in her ? These ideas were torturing you. But why did you care anyways ? It was none of your business. He could date whoever he wants. You opened the door but there was only Sabo relaxing on his bed, still fully clothed. « - Sabo ?-Oh, (Y/N), what brings you here ? -Why ? Do I need a reason to see my best friend ? He sits on bed looking at you. He doesn't fail to notice your cute outfit, it was different from your usual sweatpants and hoodies, the way it complemented your figure was almost too much for him. Just that sight was driving him insane, but his face didn't betray his emotions, like always, he acted friendly, not an ounce of lust in his dark ebony eyes. You took place next to him. He smelled good, you thought. The same fresh minty smell as last time. Did he always smell this good ? -(Y/N) ?Huh ? Is everything okay ? His voice seemed concerned.He cared for you. And you had those stupid immature and posessive thoughts. Get a grip of yourself, (Y/N), you thought. -Oh yea-- wasn't Koala here ? Ace told me you were with her.

You tried so hard to act like you didn't care, but he knew you like the back of his hand. But still, he played along. -Hmm..Yes. She just left. I was going out as well. He says with a sweet smile, looking at his watch. You couldn't help but make a disappointed face. -But Sabo I wanted to - I'm really sorry (Y/N), let's talk later. He ruffles your hair and you close your eyes as he does so. You felt stressed out. What happened exactly ? You felt intimidated in his presence for the first time. You wanted him to stay and talk this out. It was a bit awkward for you now. You never thought too much. As he was going out of the room you held the fabric of his coat tight in your hand ; -Sabo- -Hum ? Need me to drop you somewhere ? -N-no. You let his sleeve go, realizing what you have just done, I'll stay a bit then go back home. Don't worry about me. -Alright then. See you later ? -Yeah. See ya. ]

You looked at Sabo go away and you followed him shortly after. Meanwhile Ace was sitting on the couch and watching some movies. You went back home and was quite tormented. It wasn't the right time to worry as you had your assignments and studies to deal with. On one hand, you didn't even have the time to think of your ex boyfriend and his cheating but on the other, you felt like you were let down by Sabo. But why ? He didn't do anything. He just found himself a new friend and a potential new girlfriend.

He didn't even talk about her, but why where you so upset by him meeting her ? After all, he had the right to date just like you always did.

A few days have passed and you didn't get the chance to talk to Sabo. Your exams were getting closer and closer and you didn't feel ready.

Usually, Sabo would help you with your assignments but you were too scared to ask. You realized how much you relied on him and how he has been always there for you.

Who were you exactly to him ?

Maybe you took him for granted.

As you were on your bed looking at the ceiling and trying to collect every drop of motivation in your system to study, you heard your phone ring. It was Sabo's ringtone ! ----- Tag list : @vemuabhi @chloe-abbacchio @mwls-garden @soanywaysistartedsimping If you wanna get tagged just ask for it :)

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supraveng · 4 years ago

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Marvelous Friends part 1

Summary: You join your best friend at a party, and meet the man of your dreams?

Characters: Reader, Benedict Cumberbatch x Sophie Hunter, RDJ x Susan Downey, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans

Warnings: cursing, reader in over her head, bad writing...

“Oh, for fuck’s sake Aaron, you are supposed to be preventing these things, not causing them“ you scream into your cell phone so agitated by this whole thing that you aren’t even aware that there are people watching you from the window.

You stepped outside trying to not cause a scene or god forbid have Sophie’s kids hear you and repeat anything you might say. You finally hang up and throw your phone across the lawn as Benedict comes out the door to check on you.

“Everything ok dear?” he approaches you with a smirk knowing full well that you are irritated beyond rational conversation. “Can I get you anything?” he asks. Turning to face him now that you’ve taken a few deep breaths,

“I think I need a new manager, got any good ones lying around?” you reply.

“Holy Shit! That was your manager! I just thought your husband was in the doghouse! Hi, I’m Robert” he sticks out his hand and you shake it, thankfully you are still too riled up to get star struck and make a fool of yourself.

“Hi, sorry, I didn’t intend to be that loud, but that man is an absolute jackass! I’m Y/N” you respond as you blow out some air and try to calm down.

“Y/N darling, you need a drink, let me make you a martini”

“No, Benny, I’m your babysitter tonight and you know one martini turns into 5” you smirk as you follow the two of them back into the house.

Sophie is coming down the stairs and her smile disappears when she sees your red face and Benedict heading toward the kitchen. “Y/N, what happened? Are you ok?” she asks, her voice thick with worry.

“Oh Phie, I’m fine, Aaron is just trying my patience and I couldn’t stay quiet” you smile as she wraps you in a hug, then busts out laughing.

“Well, that’s a long time coming, I’m not sure how you have worked with him this long without bloodshed” she quips as Benedict hands you a cup of tea.

“I’m not that bad to work with, I just don’t like my personal life to be used without my permission. Ugh, I just don’t have the energy for him today, I wanted to come and have fun with Kit, Hal & Finn” you whine as you sip your tea “but apparently the drama pays off because this is the best cup of tea Benny has ever made for me, thank you” you reach up and peck his cheek “I’m feeling better already.”

“Good, because the boys have a list of fun for you tonight and they are extremely excited.” Sophie responds “Oh, and this is Susan, Robert’s wife”

“It’s nice to meet you, now you all go on and have a lovely dinner and don’t worry about us” you smile to the couples as you head upstairs to check on the kids.

Three hours later the two couples walk back into the house to find you frantically typing on your laptop at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, with a cold cup of tea next to you. You jump when you hear someone clear their throat, not realizing they had come in and were all staring at you.

“What? Why are you all staring at me?” you ask.

Sophie shakes her head and giggles at you “we asked if you wanted to join us for a drink, apparently you are very focused on your work and didn’t even hear us come in.”

“Sorry, I was planning my wedding” you reply with a smirk “Kit proposed again, actually, I’m not sure this was a proposal, it was more or less a list of reasons why my previous decline is not being accepted. Apparently, age is just a number and I can move to England right away, so the wedding is next week” you explain as you follow the others over to the bar.

Benedict turned around with a guilty look on his face, “what did you do?” his wife asks with a pointed glare. “I was reassuring our son that if he liked someone and made his intentions known then any girl would be lucky to have him, but in my defense, I thought he was talking about that little girl down the street, Madison. They were playing yesterday and he seemed smitten, so when he mentioned his love living in the US and not in England…..I was trying to help” he huffed out as he started pouring the drinks.

You all start laughing and realize that since it’s Benedict’s fault, he will have to break it to Kit that you will not be marrying him next week. “Why do I have to be the bad guy here? It was an accident!” Ben protests “and why didn’t you just tell him you have a boyfriend already and can’t marry him?”

“Because I would never lie to Kit” you respond, sipping your martini. “I haven't really met anyone since I moved back from Vancouver, a few dates here or there but no one to write home about" you say with a shrug “Well, in that case, can I give you away at the wedding?” Robert asks and thankfully lightens the mood. It was another two hours of drinking and laughing with your oldest and newest friends before you all decide to call it a night.

“Y/N, Robert and I are having friends over to our place on Sunday, we would love for you to be there” Susan states as they are heading toward the door. “That’s so sweet, thank you, I’ll just tag along as an extra Cumberbatch” you tell her as you hug her goodbye.

You wake the next morning and know that you have a ton of work to do and 0 motivation. Deciding to distract yourself as best you can, you text Sophie about the party at Susan & Robert’s.

So what kind of party is this thing tomorrow?

Phie: They usually have 30 or so people, tons of food, drinks, but very laid back. I think you will like it

That’s reassuring, the last thing I need is to make a fool out of myself in front of Ben’s celebrity friends

Phie: Oh, there will definitely be celebs there, but honestly I have no idea who, most likely a bunch of the Marvel crew, those who are in town anyway….but don’t stress, they are all mostly normal people, lol

Well, I’m going to work on some writing and then maybe try to find something nice to wear to the party, I might make a fool of myself, but I need to look like I have my act together

Phie: Send me pics, I’ll help you decide….btw Ben has been questioning me on your dating habits, I have a funny feeling that he might try to set you up...

Well, that sounds dreadful, I love your husband but what is his track record for match making?

Phie: I don't think he's actually ever tried to set anyone up before

Fantastic, I'm the guinea pig 🙄

Ok, what do you think of these, I don’t want to be overdressed or look like I’m homeless

Phie: I love them both, but how about you were the short one & I borrow the blue one?

That is a great idea! I’ll be there a bit early so we can get ready together. Who is staying home with the boys?

Phie: Actually, day time parties with the Downey’s usually includes the kids, so they will be joining us

Time for the party came earlier than you had anticipated as you pulled up to Phie’s house, Kit came running out the door with a big smile on his face. Crouching down you scooped him into a hug and kissed his cheek.

“Well aren’t you in a good mood today, handsome?” asking as you set him back down. He grabbed your hand and began dragging you back to the house.

“Mum told me we can’t get married next week, but I can still love you for the rest of my life, isn’t that great!” he exclaimed as you walked in the front door.

“That is the best thing I’ve heard all week! And I get to love you for the rest of my life too” you reply watching the realization hit him and his smile get even bigger and run off to tell everyone the good news. Before you could do anything, you went back out to your car and grabbed your bags and then headed up to Phie’s bedroom to get ready.

“There you are, I was beginning to worry” she said as she pecked your cheek and gave you a hug, then handed you a glass.

“Did you start day drinking without me?” you inquire as you sip on the merlot with a smile on your face.

“I just opened the bottle for us to enjoy while we get ready. I spoke with Kit and the wedding is off but he understands and all is well. Benedict tried and, just made everything messier” she responded while pulling the blue dress from the garment bag.

“You did a fantastic job, he gave me the biggest hug and seems very happy that we will not be getting married” you giggle as you move around her room figuring out the best place to put your things.

“I think he’ll be more upset about you taking off next week than anything, that’s why I’m not planning on telling him until after you’ve gone. He has grown really attached to you” she smirks as she’s slipping the dress on.

Before you realize it, the wine bottle is empty and Ben is knocking on the door.

“You two look amazing as always, but the car is here, so we need to head out. Can you bring Kit down with you while I go down and get Hal & Finn seated in the car?” he asks as Kit comes in and gasps looking up at his mom.

“Mum, you look like a princess” he hugs her legs and looks up at her lovingly.

“Thank you love, you look very handsome. Are you ready to go? Do you have your bag?” she asks while rubbing his back.

“Oh, I need to get that, and can I give Y/N her present now?” You look over a bit confused

“oh Kit, you didn’t have to get me a gift” you tell him as he gives you a hug.

“But it’s important to show the people you love how special they are, I’ll be right back” he states as he heads back downstairs. You look at Sophie confused and she just smirks at you as both follow him down to the kitchen. He holds up a cupcake with a huge grin on his face.

“This is for you, because you are as sweet as a cupcake. And that’s a ring you can wear to remind you that you are wonderful when I’m not here to tell you.”

You feel like you are about to cry, it was by far the most sincere and thoughtful thing you have ever heard. “Thank you! I love it & I love you!” you told him as you kissed his forehead and put the ring on.

“Alright, let’s get going Kit, dad and your brothers are in the car waiting for us!” Sophie grabbed his hand and laced your arm with hers as she ushered you all out the door.

Stepping out of the car at the Downey’s house you started walking towards the door when Kit came up and grabbed your hand.

“Can I be your date tonight?” he asked with a shy grin.

“Absolutely! There’s no one else I would want to accompany me tonight.”

Ben turns to you, holding Hal & Finn “remember Kit, the kids are going to be playing upstairs, but you can join us when you get hungry, alright?”

“Yes, dad, but Y/N is still my girl” he stated proudly as you walked through the door.

“That’s right Ben, I’m Kit’s girl!” you lean down and kiss the top of his head just before he heads up the stairs with his dad. Sophie grabbed your arm and the two of you headed further into the house.

Robert spotted you almost immediately and came over hugging you both “where is the fiance? Are all the details in place for the ceremony? I’m still walking you down the aisle right?”

“Hi Robert, I’m sorry but the ceremony has been cancelled. Sophie was able to talk some sense into Kit since Benny was useless” you reply.

“I heard that!” Ben remarks as he’s coming into the room. “And in my defense, I’m not useless, just not very good at telling my son no.”

“It’s alright dahling, you tried your best.” Sophie tried to console Benedict who seemed to take your statement to heart.

“Well, I’m glad you made it, can I get you a drink?” Susan asked as an attempt to move on to a more neutral conversation.

“Yes, please” you replied happily as you followed her to the bar.

“Y/N? Y/N L/N? Holy Shit!” You heard from the doorway to the next room, where most of the party goers had already gathered. You turned and was shocked

“Seb? Holy Shit! How are you?” you asked as you moved over to hug him. “It’s been so long, I’m surprised you recognized me.”

“I’m good” he responded “and yea, it’s been like...10 years? And you look great, haven’t aged a bit!”

You laughed at his response “that is an absolute lie, but I will take the compliment anyway.” you giggle at him. He was always such a nice guy to work with and genuinely considerate to everyone on set. His charming personality always made you smile.

“This is so great running into you, I saw your interview on Good Day LA last week. You are doing so great!” he said with a huge smile.

“Oh thanks, but I think that may have been the worst interview in the history of television. I was honestly hoping no one saw it” you cringed rethinking how quickly the questions had gone off the rails. You are a writer, becoming more well known over the past decade so interviews were becoming more common for you, but that one felt more like a Twilight Zone episode.

“Well, it was a bit crazy, but you handled a lot better than most people would. I was impressed” he grinned as he took a sip of his beer.

“Thanks, I appreciate that, and my whole deer in headlights reaction.” you commented as you took the drink Susan offered.

“Hey, I didn’t know you knew each other?” you heard Robert say as he came up from behind you “and what happened in the interview?”

“Yea, I was writing for Gossip Girl, back when Seb was on and he was constantly teasing me for being cold” you reminded him with a smirk.

“New York in fall is beautiful, not cold! You are crazy!” he responds as he starts laughing at me.

“And the interview was a shit show that I barely made it out alive” you state with a roll of your eyes.

“That’s not true, you put that woman in her place and didn’t seem fazed by her ridiculous questions at all” he told me.

“What the hell happened?” Robert seemed more interested than I thought he would

“we were talking about my new book and the book tour coming up, then all of a sudden she’s asking me about my ex” I responded as I shrugged my shoulders. Sebastian looked at me “then, the woman asks if she’s seeing anyone now, and your response was priceless, I might steal it if you don’t mind” he states as he’s laughing remembering the interview.

“Y/N, dear, what did you say?” Robert asks with a smirk.

“I asked her ‘why? Are you shooting your shot?” as you start laughing too, realizing that you probably couldn’t have planned it if you tried. At this point you realize there are more of the Marvel friends standing around listening to your conversation and you don’t even care.

Your first drink is kicking in and it’s not like you are ever going to see these people again. “Honestly, I don’t know why she even mentioned my ex, nobody cares who I’m dating, I’m a writer”

“Yes, but when us writers date high profile celebrities, people want to know” Sophie reminds you as she puts her arm around you.

“Oh Phie, high profile is a bit of a stretch doncha think? But you are always my voice of reason, this is why I love you!” you say as you kiss her cheek. Looking around the room you wonder if there’s anyone else here you know, when you see Chris Evans on the other side of the room.

Benedict immediately follows your line of sight and smirks before taking your empty glass. “I think you need a refill, here allow me, why don't you and Sophie go find a place to chat.”

His wife shakes her head and gives you a small sympathetic smile before sending him back for refills. Sophie drags you further into the room and finds a spot to sit that gives you a better view of Mr. Evans.

“I didn’t realize you knew Sebastian” she said as she sat.

“Yea, we worked together when I was living in NY, that was 10 or 12 years ago. I didn’t know you knew him” you respond. She looks at you questioningly, then shakes her head.

“All the Marvel people know each other, you still haven’t watched the movies, have you?”

“Um, I haven’t seen all of them, there are a lot, but I did watch Doctor Weirdo, and Benny was very good!” you respond quite proud of yourself.

“Bloody hell! It’s Doctor Strange, we’ve had this discussion before” Ben states as he hands you your fresh drink.

“Ok, I’m sorry. Doctor Strange, although I don’t think that’s much better than Doctor Weirdo. And in my defense, your facial hair in the movie gave me nightmares'' you say as you sip on your drink.

“Anyway, did the ex contact you after the interview? I’m just curious?” Ben asks, rolling his eyes at you.

You scrunch up your nose at the question “no, why would he? I haven’t spoken to him in the last four years. And honestly I'm sure he deleted my number. Can we talk about anyone else?"

"Yes, what's the schedule on the book tour? How long will you be gone?" Sophie acts trying to defuse the irritation in your voice with the mention of your ex.

You can tell by the way she's glancing at her husband that she's trying to figure out why he brought up your ex knowing full well that if he had contacted you, she would have been the first one to know about it..

"Oh I'm flying out next Sunday, heading for NYC, then I'll be in Boston for 2 days, then a day In Philly, a day in Baltimore and I'm not 100% of the cities after that, other than ending up the following week in Miami so I can be with the family for spring break" you mention to them.

"Did I hear you say you are only going to Boston for 2 days, that's not nearly long enough" you hear a deep voice state as you look up and see Chris Evan's standing next to Seb and walking closer to you.

Holding out his hand "I'm Chris, I don't think we've met" he states.

You plaster the most sincere smile you can on your face in hopes of not drooling at the sight of him, shaking his hand "I'm Y/N, and yes, this tour is only 2 days in Boston, but I lived there for 5 years so I’ve seen quite a bit already” you respond.

“Huh? For someone who’s cold all the time, you seem to wind up in colder climates” Seb laughs at you. “Shut up! You are the worst!” you respond with a laugh.

“It’s true though, darling. And you always call me to complain about it!” Sophie responds with a smirk.

“OK, in my defense, Boston was a needed escape from my family, whom I love dearly but can be quite suffocating at times. Then Chicago was my first real job after graduation and I couldn’t pass that up! And as my best friend, Phie, you are required to listen to all my complaining, regardless of the topic” you state matter of factly.

“And last year in Vancouver, that was the worst yet, she would send me photos of eyelashes with ice crystals on them” Sophie laughs remembering your first winter in Canada and how miserable you were.

“That was awful and you and Benny both ridiculed me, I’m still emotionally scared”

“So, you don’t like the cold but keep torturing yourself?” Chris asks with a smirk.

“It appears I do, but it’s always for good reason. Chicago was an opportunity I couldn’t resist, if I had taken that job, I probably wouldn't have published my first novel” you explain with fondness.

“That’s not true, Y/N. Your first novel was incredible and it would have been published eventually” Ben states as he takes your empty glass.

“Benedict has read my book?” you asked Sophie completely shocked.

“He has read all of your novels, but I think the first 3 was trying to find juicy gossip on how we met or something to try and blackmail you later, I’m not quite sure” she responds with a shrug.

“Hold on” Seb interjects “your book, Searching for more, is about Sophie?”

“Yes, and no” you respond “the adventure that Annabell has is loosely based on my summer after high school before moving to Boston. And her new found friend, Fiona, is Sophie to a T! And I’m also shocked that you’ve read it” you eyed him suspiciously.

“Ok, so you really married a French man when you were 18 and brought him back with you?” Seb asks, completely disregarding that you questioned him about reading the book. How did your day turn out like this? This was the most surreal moment you have had in a long time.

“No, he wasn’t French, he was Belgian!” Benedict responds as he comes back in with refills. You start laughing when you see the way Chris and Seb are staring at you wide eyed.

“Oh my gosh! No, I didn’t get married when I was 18. And Benny, you weren't there, you don’t know anything” shaking your head. “Annabelle’s story is loosely based on events that occurred, we didn’t get married…..and he was Swiss, I think.” you snicker when you look over at Sophie for confirmation, she shrugs and takes a drink.

The five of you continue to chat for another hour or so when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn to see Kit smiling at you with a cup in his hand “I missed you” he states as he climbs up into your lap and hugs you around your neck.

“I missed you too little man, do anything fun while you were upstairs?” you asked as he made himself more comfortable.

“I didn’t know you had a kid” Seb says as you are trying to balance the 5 year old in your lap with your drink in your hand.

Kit looks up at him “she’s not my mum, she’s my girl! That’s my mum” he states as he points to Sophie.

“Oh, well, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Seb, this is my friend Chris. What’s your name?” he asks while Kit plops himself in the middle of the group as though he should have been there all along.

“I’m Kit” he states as he extends his hand to both Chris and Sebastian.

“So, she’s your girl, huh?” Chris asks with a smirk “is it serious?”

“Very! He gave me a ring today, see.” showing Chris your right hand and the Wonder Woman ring.

“Wait a minute, the wedding is cancelled, but you still gave her a ring? I’m not sure that’s how it works buddy” Robert kneels down talking to Kit.

“it’s ok, I get to love her forever and we can get married when I’m 30!” Kit explains as he rushes off to join the other kids.

You all turn and look at Sophie “I thought you fixed it Phie! You’ve just given him a deadline!" you gasp.

She smiles at you with a guilty look on her face "I think you might need to grab a bite to eat before you have another drink. And honestly, I'm sure he will forget all about this in a few months. Besides, I won't let my 30 year old son marry some 60 something year old hag that's after him for his money!" she states as seriously as possible.

You deadpan "thanks for that. I need a new best friend" you roll your eyes and head towards the food.

"Well, I didn't see that coming" Robert chuckles as he watches the two of you walk out of the room.

"That actually went better than I expected" Ben responds and shakes his head, "those two are worse than siblings."

A/N: I had an idea of who the ex is, but I may just leave it open for interpretation, he does come into the story later, but can remain faceless

#marvel au #avengers au #marvel cast rpf #sebastian stan x reader #chris evans x reader #rdj x reader #benedict cumberbatch #sebastian stan #chris evans fan fiction #robert downey jr #benedict cumberbatch x reader

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dimplepinchneat · 3 years ago

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i literally love walter white so much the word love is an understatement the absolute autism driven obsession i have with him is like nothing i've ever experienced i feel like i could puke and cry and shit my pants and throw up and kill myself and die thinking about how i get to see him again in less than 24 hours it's like my husband has been off at sea for 14 years and i get to see him for the first time tomorrow i literally want nothing more than to see more of sad pathetic little man walter white and his stupid stupid mustache and terrible terrible haircuts and silly ass beige outfits and ugly little car. it's making me sick to think about. i've been sitting here tearing up for 30 minutes because i was going to go to bed and then i realized that when i wake up ill be going to work wheree ill be when the episodes start airing and ill probably forget not to check social media because i wont know what time it is and ill be bored for 5 minutes and ill see him and then ill have a complete mental breakdown at work like a teenage girl in the mid 2010s that just heard one direction was breaking up for the first time i dont know how im going to handle even though i sort of try to hide the fact that i'm deranged about walter white in my day to day life im still not very good at hiding it and i dont know what i would say if someone asked me what was wrong. i spent 6 hours uninterrupted last night listening to hundreds of songs to make another highly curated playlist about him and i spent hours today trying to work on my (SECOND) doll of him and then i spent even more hours redoing my phone homescreen to be walter white themed i feel like im going absolutely balls to the wall insane i can't handle this the buildup in the past week has driven me so crazy that i dont even know how im going to act evem if i dont get """spoiled"" because i'm already out of control and beyond unhinged and it still doesnt feel like i'm dedicating enough of my time and energy to this terrible demon of a fictional middle aged man like it still feels like it's building up inside of me like bong residue. btw i'm fully prepared for him to have like a 1 scene cameo and not be that important to the plot like thats not going to shock or disappoint me in fact i'll still probably throw up just as much or something. in fact iom being dead serious rn i hope he isnt there for more than 5 seconds because i don't know how i['m going to cope if he is. i feel like i'm looking at the light at the end of the tunnel like im not gonna make it and my soul is going to burn and im going to be dead. i think if i was dying a month ago and you gave me one wish i would hjave been like i want to know more about walter white pre-pilot. i won't make it much longer after tomorrow i think i might just cry myself to death or something equally insane. this isn't a flex btw this is a cry for help i do not like him a normal amount i like him an extremely abnormal amount

#i think about him every waking moment i dont know if im ever not thinking about him i love him more than anything in the world #i might very easily love him morew than anyone in existence and thats not a flex. NO ONE wishes they were me #i also want to see jesse but i like jesse a normal amount so anyway.#ooc

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bellamyblakru · 4 years ago

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Hello!! Can I request “I should have been better” for Merthur with Arthur POV and like Merlin being so done with Arthur constantly making fun of him and calling him useless that he actually quits being his manservant and starts ignoring him and being cold to him, and then Arthur really misses him and practically begs him to come back? I wasn’t sure if I just had to post the prompt and the ship or actually add more details so there’s that hahaha I’m sorry, I’ll be happy with whatever I can get

I really like your writing btw ❤️

omg hello! this prompt was perfect, don’t worry!! it was really fun to write🥺 i appreciate you sending one and liking my writing🥺i adore u!! i hope this doesn’t disappoint 💞

✨here it is on ao3 and ill post it here as well✨

Arthur watched over his parchment as Merlin tripped over another pair of his boots that he left on the floor last night and growled out, “Merlin. You are pathetic, why are you even in here? I didn’t call for you, did I?”

He meant for it to come out teasingly, but it fell extremely flat. Arthur was stressed, fed up with his group of elderly councilmen that never agreed with him, and, honestly, he needed to release some of the pent up anger that simmered violently beneath his skin.

So, he didn’t stop the unwanted stream of words that forced their way out, “And while I’m at it, would you please clean this room already? You’ve been stomping around here for hours and have accomplished nothing. I should just fire you, really. What good is a servant who barely does his job? You’re useless, Merlin, truly.”

Arthur scoffed, finishing his rant, his body feeling like it was on fire while still staring blankly at the speech before him, not noticing how still Merlin had gotten. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence where Arthur couldn’t even pretend to read, Arthur looked up at Merlin’s unmoved form. The man was standing completely still, facing Arthur’s door, his shoulders tense.

Arthur saw Merlin’s jaw move from this angle, “What did you say?”

Merlin lifted his chin, sharply spinning on his feet towards Arthur, “I quit.”

No mistaking the words now. Arthur’s mind halted, “What?”

Merlin still did not move from that spot between Arthur’s desk and the door, “I quit, Arthur.”

“Why?” Arthur couldn’t comprehend it. Merlin never gave up on him, even during their darkest hours. Why would he back out now?

Merlin let out a cold laugh, “Why?” he mocked. Arthur saw the lifeless smile grace Merlin’s face. He stared at his servant, never recalling seeing such a look before in the decade he has known him. Merlin was all smiles, laughs, and happiness. This Merlin? This Merlin Arthur had never seen before.

He didn’t like it.

Merlin let out another empty laugh, “Why, asked the king!” Another chuckle, “God, Arthur. I’m done. With you, with Camelot, with everything. It’s not worth it any more.”

Merlin’s smile fell off, and Arthur saw how pale his servant was. Arthur doesn’t think he looked at Merlin in days, or else he would have noticed before now, right? What was happening?

Arthur leaned back in his chair, and griped the edge of his desk to hide his trembling hands, “Then go. What’s stopping you?”

Merlin’s eyes widened a bit, and Arthur saw how his body trembled from head to toe, and he didn’t know if it was anger or fear making his servant shake—he didn’t want to know.

“Okay,” he heard Merlin mumble, “okay.”

Merlin turned around and walked slowly to the door, and Arthur didn’t think he’d actually go through with it. It was always them against the world. Merlin wouldn’t walk out on them, no matter what.

When Merlin got to the door, his hand hovered over the handle. Arthur let go of his breath that he didn’t know he was holding when Merlin’s hand fell to his side, he wasn’t leaving him. He would never leave me.

“Arthur,” Merlin whispered, still facing the door, “I’m not coming back.”

Arthur’s brain couldn’t understand the words fast enough as he let out a small gasp of surprise when Merlin finally opened the door and raced out, shutting the door behind him with a loud thud.

Merlin had actually done it. He left him.

Arthur stared at the door, expecting Merlin to come back any second. This was a ruse. It must be. Merlin would never leave him.

Arthur let go of his desk when he saw how white his knuckles had gotten. It was late now, and he had an early morning. Shaking off the dreaded feeling filling him up, he stood up on shaky legs.

Merlin would be back in the morning. Every time they had fought before, Merlin always showed up the next day with a sheepish smile and a rare pastry in hand as a “we are idiots and let's move on” olive branch. But this felt different than the others. More...final.

Arthur shook the thought from his head, he was being ridiculous. Merlin always comes back, why would this be any different? Merlin knows how Arthur directs his anger at him sometimes, he must after working for him for ten years, and how Arthur never means what he says. He knew that, Arthur thought repeatedly, stumbling towards his bed.

Arthur sighed, laying down, remembering that he still never finished that speech on his desk and he frowned thinking, not for the first time, how unimportant it was compared to what happened with Merlin.

Arthur was exhausted, physically and, now, mentally as shut his eyes tightly, trying to stop the sound of Merlin’s cold laughter from echoing in his head, the sight of Merlin’s paling skin, and the noise of the door slamming shut in the wake of his dismissal.

Arthur shook his head knowing that tomorrow everything would go back to normal. It must.

—————

Arthur woke up to sunlight streaming into his chambers. He stretched lazily, yawning as he did so. He forced his eyes open, trying to figure out when he finally fell asleep. He felt slightly less sluggish, but his mind was still tired. He blinked at the offending sunlight, which he realized, jolting out of bed, that the sun was almost to it’s apex.

“Merlin,” Arthur grumbled, throwing on some clothes, “the idiot must have overslept. Guard!”

The guard outside his room immediately stepped in, “Yes, Sire?”

“Can you get someone to fetch my useless manservant? I believe he is late and has some explaining to do.”

The guard smiled, “Of course, sire.”

As he backed out the door, Arthur paused in his frantic searching for boots when last night’s conversation hit him again.

I’m not coming back, played in his head, but Arthur chuckled, like Merlin would leave his side from something as simple as a petty fight.

He continued putting on his clothes, and when he was done, he frowned at the closed door. He grabbed the papers for today’s meetings, and he decided that he would pass Merlin’s chambers himself on the way to the throne room.

Walking through his castle, Arthur felt like it was lacking energy today and he couldn’t figure out why. The servants rushed past him, without looking up, as normal, but the air felt thick with something Arthur couldn’t name. His frown deepened when he saw that Gaius’s room was opened already, and he walked right in without knocking.

“Gaius?”

The man in question looked up briefly from his book and looked back down, “Sire.”

Arthur stopped closer to the main table, confused by the man’s uncharacteristic coldness, and he cleared his throat uncomfortably, “Where is my manservant?”

Gaius stopped pretending to read as his eyebrows shot up, making eye contact with Arthur, “Sire, he quit. He told me that he told you.”

Arthur’s breath caught, his nonchalant expression changing to disbelief, “What?”

Gaius’s face portrayed no emotion, “Yes, sire, if that is all?”

Arthur stumbled back, “Oh.”

This wasn’t happening. Arthur turned around quickly, running towards the knights’ chambers, knowing if Merlin wasn’t with him or Gaius, Lancelot or Gwaine would be the next choice.

He knocked on Gwaine’s door first who answered after Arthur’s violent knocking became incessant.

“What?” Gwaine asked groggily, probably exhausted from his night shift.

“Have you seen Merlin?”

Gwaine immediately straightened up, his eyes narrowing, “No? Why? Did something happen?”

Arthur backed up, “No, don’t worry about it.” And when Gwaine opened his mouth again, Arthur simply turned around and walked to Lance’s room.

The door was ajar, so Arthur lightly pushed it open to find Lance with his head in his hands, and his elbows on his knees on his bed.

“Lance?” Arthur whispered, listening to how Gwaine’s footsteps joined behind him.

Lance whipped his head up at the sound, and Arthur saw how red-rimmed his eyes were. Arthur’s breath whooshing out.

Lance got up, anger pouring out of his body in almost tangible waves, and Arthur backed up hastily. Lancelot never lost his cool demeanor.

Arthur hit into Gwaine who grunted and pushed Arthur behind him—placing himself in front of the extremely pissed off Lance.

Gwaine placed a hard hand on Lance’s chest, “Woah woah, steady now. How about we use our big boy words before we start punching princesses, hmm?”

Arthur tried to hide his flinched when Lance looked at Gwaine then back to him with murder in his eyes. Arthur knew only one person who could get Lance this worked up.

Lance roughly said, “Move, Gwaine. I need to punch something and I want it to be Arthur’s face.”

Even Gwaine blinked at the words, taken aback at the fury lacing Lancelot’s every movement.

“Gwaine, it’s okay-“ Arthur didn’t get to finish as Lance pushed Gwaine aside and promptly punched Arthur in the face. Arthur hit the ground, feeling blood coming out of his nose, as he cradled his face. He didn’t flinch as Lance landed another one before Gwaine threw him to the side.

Arthur stared at the ceiling, feeling numb. He deserved that, he mused, and probably deserved more.

Once the ringing stopped, he vaguely listened to Gwaine pushing Lance back.

“Lance, get a hold of yourself! Tell me what happened and I’ll probably join you.”

Lance was panting, his knuckles bloody, as he stopped thrashing against the hold Gwaine had on him, “Arthur, why don’t you explain what happened?”

Arthur ignored him, and Lance let out a dark chuckle, “No? Of course not, staying silent when you need to explain yourself is your strong suit.”

Arthur imperceptibly flinched this time, his numbness not leaving his body as Lancelot’s words felt like another blow to the face.

Gwaine coughed pointedly at Lance’s silent seething, “Alright, can you tell me already?”

Lance cleared his throat and forced his stare at Gwaine, “Arthur was an asshole again, not surprisingly, and Merlin..” Lance’s eyes watered a bit before he visibly shoved it back down, “Merlin had enough. And honestly? So have I.”

Arthur sat up then, his heart pounding, as the words clicked. He was losing his knight as well.

Gwaine sighed, “I knew this day was coming. I’m coming with you. I already had my things packed knowing this was inevitable.”

Arthur choked, “You’re both leaving.”

Gwaine had the decency to look sheepish, “Sorry. Merlin comes first, and well? Whatever you did, you probably wouldn’t want me around after I find out exactly what went down. I can’t imagine it would be pleasant.”

Arthur shut his eyes, rubbing his forehead, “Lance, wait, I’m coming too.”

Gwaine put a hand out when Lance tried to go at him again, “No.”

Lance shoved Gwaine off, “Hurry Gwaine, we are leaving soon.” And with that, Lancelot turned around, shoving his clothes in a pack.

Gwaine grimaced, walking around Arthur and hurrying down the hall back to his room. Arthur didn’t move.

“I’m sorry,” he said weakly to Lance’s back, “I didn’t—“

“Yeah,” Lance shoved his boots on, “you never do mean it, do you? Arthur,” here Lance sighed, his anger bleeding out of him, his exhaustion clear to see, “do you know how much Merlin does for you? How much he loves you?”

Arthur blinked again at the unexpected sadness in his words as Lance plowed on, “That man is the most selfless human being I know. And he can take a hit, trust me. He can take a knife in the stomach and barely blink at his own pain if someone else was hurt. I don’t even think you understand what you did.”

Arthur slowly nodded his head no.

Lance slouched onto his bed, staring at his hands, “Arthur. I have never seen the pure hopelessness that drowned in Merlin’s eyes when he came to me last night. He seemed so lost.” Lance shook his head and looked back up at Arthur, “In all the years I’ve known him, he always had purpose. Purpose at your side, always. When he told me what happened, not for the first time this week I might add, the look of devastation on his face, Arthur, I can’t even describe it. And it wasn’t the fact that you yelled at him again, he knows you do that without truly meaning it. You have been misplacing your anger at him the minute you met him. No, what pushed him over the edge was the fact that you did nothing to stop him from leaving. ‘Then go,’ really, Arthur?”

Arthur’s heart was beating unsteadily as he watched Lance wipe a hand down his face. He fucked up, royally.

Arthur’s breathing picked up when the enormity of the situation finally caught up with him. Merlin had left, and it was entirely his fault. He deserved to be alone. He had been horrible to the one person who meant more to him than Camelot, and the only words he had for him was to leave. To leave his side. Arthur put a hand to his ribs, his breaths coming in faster, the space where Merlin should be felt like a void—Merlin was out of reach, no longer his.

Was he ever his?

Lance finished packing and stood up a few moments later. Gwaine arrived right when Lance started walking to the door.

Arthur looked up at his two knights, and even though he knew better, he still felt betrayed by their leaving. But he had no right to keep them here when the one person tethering them to Camelot has gone.

They didn’t look back as they walked out the door and left, and Arthur didn’t move for hours.

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Arthur found his way back to his chambers, his hands empty, his heart straining, and his head pounding.

They were all gone.

Lance, Gwaine, Gwen, and Merlin—gone. He found out about Gwen after he entered the throne room later that day and it didn’t surprise him. Her and Merlin were best friends, and her and Lance were practically married—so, no, it wasn’t a surprise. But, it still hurt.

Arthur walked to his window that faced the courtyard, the moon already high in the sky. He made it through an entire day without Merlin and he has never felt more empty in his life. Merlin was the only constant in his life. He was the light that drove away Arthur’s darkness. Merlin’s laughter was sometimes the only thing that kept Arthur going, and now? Now, Arthur had driven him away. Like everyone else in his life.

Sleep didn’t come easily that night.

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He woke up late again, he realized, as forced himself to leave the bed. His soul felt like it was cleaved in half. How can anyone go on like that?

He walked slowly to his desk, frowning at the small sigil laying on his papers. He picked it up, flipping it in his hand. His mother’s sigil was his most prized possession, until, that is, Merlin stumbled into his life and forced his way under Arthur’s skin and, most importantly, his heart. He gave it to Merlin when he realized that, of course, figuring that his most prized person should always hold something dear to Arthur.

It felt cold in his hand. There was no note with it, to Arthur’s great displeasure, as he plopped down at his desk. He was an idiot. Last night, he replayed the conversation over and over again. The way Merlin reacted to his words, the jaw clenching, the stiff way he barely held himself, the cold person who replaced his sunny Merlin.

Arthur noticed his shaking again and let go of the sigil. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t how he was meant to rule. His rule meant nothing if Merlin wasn’t at his side.

And with that thought, he grabbed the sigil, a small pack, and raced out his chambers.

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Arthur ran to the stables, “How long ago did they leave?”

The stableboy blanched at Arthur’s appearance and stuttered out, “A few candle marks ago, sire.”

Arthur nodded, putting his saddle on Llamrei, and hopped on, “If anyone comes looking for me, tell them I’ll be back before nightfall,” and with that, he raced out.

The wind felt sharp against his face as he galloped towards Ealdor, feeling, for the first time in a long time, that he was finally making the right decision.

It didn’t take too long to find them, actually, as they were cleaning up the camp from the night before still about two candle marks away from Camelot. At Arthur’s approach, Gwaine unsheathed his sword and pointed it at him.

“Arthur,” Gwaine said angrily, coming closer, “If you come any closer, I will skewer you. I promise you that.”

Arthur jumped off his mare, his hands raised in surrender, “I just need to talk to him.”

Gwaine growled, walking towards him, when a pale hand grabbed his arm.

“Gwaine, it’s okay,” Arthur heard Merlin’s say, his heart skipping a beat at the sound. He missed that voice with his entire being and it’s barely been two days.

Gwaine scowled, backing down, as Merlin walked gently around him towards Arthur towards the edge of the camp.

Merlin walked past Arthur, who just stared at his servant, to Llamrei. He started petting his mare, who basically purred against Merlin’s ministrations. Arthur wasn’t surprised, she always did prefer Merlin to him.

Merlin looked up at Arthur’s silence, the question in his eyes.

Arthur cleared his throat, “Merlin, I-“

Merlin narrowed his eyes when Arthur couldn’t come up with the words, and he sighed, “Arthur, go home.”

Shaking his head, Merlin went to go around Arthur when Arthur’s hand shot out to stop him. Merlin stared at the hand grabbing him, his body promising violence if Arthur didn’t let him go.

Arthur spun towards him, and he felt tears unwillingly forming in his eyes. He cleared his throat again, “Merlin, I can’t go home. It’s not home anymore.”

Merlin shook off Arthur’s grip, folding his arms over his chest as he stared back at Arthur expressionless, “What?”

Arthur shook his head, angry at himself for being unable to speak how he feels, “It’s not home without you, Merlin.”

Arthur swore he saw Merlin soften a bit at that but then Merlin closed himself off again, scoffing, so Arthur quickly went on, hoping his heart would be able to beat normally after this, “I should have been better. Merlin, you deserve better. And I’m sorry. I should have ran after you, I should never have said for you to leave, because I never want you gone. I fucked up. Big time. I was stressed and angry and you were there and fuck,” Arthur wiped his face, “Merlin. I’m sorry! I was an asshole. I’m constantly an asshole to you, I know, but I’ll be better. I promise. You don’t deserve the way I treat you. You can do so much better than me—Gods, I know you can. But,” Arthur took a deep breath, unable to look at Merlin, “But, I need you. You make me a better person. You give me a purpose. You make me want to live, Merlin, and I need you at my side.”

At the end of his speech, he finally gained courage to look up at Merlin. Merlin was silently crying and Arthur’s heart broke as he whispered, “You aren’t coming home, are you?”

He heard Merlin’s small gasp and Arthur went completely motionless as Merlin flung himself at him, wrapping him in a bone-crushing hug.

“You’re an idiot, Arthur Pendragon,” Merlin whispered into his neck when Arthur’s shock turned into him squeezing Merlin back, “An idiot who I love, unfortunately.”

Arthur buried his face into Merlin’s neck, “I’m so sorry, Merlin, please come home.”

Merlin pushed back Arthur a bit, so he could see Merlin’s face, as both of Merlin’s hands found themselves on either side of Arthur’s face, “Alright.”

Arthur made a wet choked sound as he smiled for the first time in days, “Yeah?”

Merlin smiled, his tears falling freely as he stared back at Arthur, “Yeah.”

Arthur laughed, pulling Merlin into another hug, “Never again, Merlin, I swear on my crown. I love you.”

Arthur pulled back from Merlin when he heard a cough from next to them.

Lance had one hand on his sword, “Arthur, if you ever hurt Merlin like that again, I will make sure we are long gone by the next morning where you can never find us again. Are we clear?”

Arthur didn’t hesitate, “Yes. I understand,” and Arthur watched as the relief flooded through his knight.

Lance pulled Merlin into a hug and whispered something into his ear, and when they pulled back, Lance smiled at Arthur, “You should thank Gwaine for slowing us down, sire, or we would have been in Ealdor by now.”

Gwaine pouted, “I was doing it on purpose, thank you very much. I knew the princess would come crawling back without his other half.”

Merlin blinked at his friend, then a small smile of disbelief formed on his servant’s face. Arthur tilted his head at the knight, “You knew I would come?”

Gwaine looked at him condescendingly, “Princess, have you met you? You wouldn’t last a day without Merlin. Clearly,” he pointed at the extremely disheveled Arthur, “I was right.”

Arthur looked down at himself and frowned, “You’re right.”

At that, Merlin faced him again with surprise written on his features, “He is?”

Arthur sighed, grabbing Merlin’s hand to intertwine their fingers, “Yes, how many times do I have to say that I am nothing without you at my side. I couldn’t think straight, or eat, or sleep, without knowing you were safe, and that you hated me.” Arthur shivered at the thought, “Merlin, you are my other half. Of course I can barely last a day without you!”

Merlin’s tears were back, to Arthur’s horror who thought he fucked up again, but as Merlin’s lips crashed into his, and with Lance, Gwen, and Gwaine’s clapping and whistling in the background, Arthur finally thought that maybe everything would be alright in the end.

#ashley writes #bad things happen bingo #merthur #merthur fanfiction #merthur fanfic #lovely anon #i spent hours writing this LOL i hope its okay #i’ll probably reread it in the morning as well for grammar #i read it like five times hopefully its okay #bbc merlin #its also like almost 3am hehe #merlin

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charming-2d-boys · 4 years ago

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Can you do 33, 38, 60, and 100 with Feitan? I think it's an adorable combination for his s/o birthday fluff!!! Buuuutt if it's too much to ask, just ignore this please, and I hope you have a great day!! I love your writings btw, and you're super sweet too! Thank you so much for your hard work! 🌺❤💍

Hmm, they do fit pretty well, actually, even if it’s 4 of them, but oh well 🤔

And thank you very much, I'm really happy to hear that! 🤗

Thank you for the request and I hope you'll like this! 🙇

33) “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

38) “I like your laugh.”

60) “Happy birthday.”

100) “I love you.”

A/N: I’m extremely sorry for posting this so late and it being the only one for today. Things are a little hectic because of uni, but I’ll try to post at least 2-4 times per day. I’ll try to post some more after I wake up 🙇

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You had to admit that your birthday was one of the best days, besides the holidays, during the year. You’d spent an entire day getting calls and messages from family, friends, relatives and even a few acquaintances.

One of the best things about this day was probably the fact that your boyfriend, Feitan, had accepted to spend the day with you, doing whatever you wanted. You’d spent the day out, as if it was a normal date: going to some of your favourite places and even your favourite restaurant and later a stroll through the city during the late hours of the night, during which the two of you talked about pretty much anything, from current events to memories. Yes, Feitan talked a bit more than usual, something which you appreciated greatly and hoped he knew.

Right now, you were just going inside your house, with Feitan in tow, both of you just moving around and getting ready to laze around for a bit before going to bed. The moment you were both ready, you got onto the couch, TV on, but more for background noise than anything else. You were laying beside Feitan, half on him while one arm was around your waist, playing with the edge of your shirt while the other was on his stomach.

“By the way...” You looked up at him when you heard him talk, wondering what he wanted to tell you. His hand moved to the pocket of his sweatpants and stayed there, a teasing smile on his lips. “I have something for you. But I want a kiss first.” You both got up, with you laughing at his request, before doing as he said, pressing a loving kiss on his lips. Feitan’s lips were always so soft, you always loved kissing and being kissed by him.

“I like your laugh.” He wished he could tell you that just the sound of it could make his day and when he knew that it was caused by him, it made him even happier. But he was still getting used to feeling so vulnerable around you and trying to express himself and the feelings he held for you.

“Now, close your eyes and hold out your hands.” You did just that and a second later, felt something cold in the palms of your hands. “Okay, now open.” And it turned out to be a necklace, a fragile-looking one, but cute. You felt your heart flutter when you saw that it had a simple ring that had your initials and a heart between them when you looked at it closer.

Feitan took it out of your hands and motioned for you to turn around so he could put it around your neck. You shivered at the coldness of the necklace and the ring that now rested on your chest, but Feitan’s hands on your shoulders and his lips on the nape of your neck almost made you melt.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N). I love you.” You pulled on one of his hands so you could kiss his knuckles before turning around and hugging him tightly. Feitan was so warm and felt so much like home, it was no wonder you had wanted to spend the day with him. Honestly, he felt the same.

“Thank you for spending my birthday with me. I had a lot of fun today and I hope you did as well.” He only nodded, squeezing you a bit tighter. Feitan would spend all of them with you for the rest of your lives if you let him.

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the-awkward-outlaw · 4 years ago

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Hii, I'm actually sad-sweet-cowboah and I've always wanted to request something from you! How about modern AU, Arthur surprises reader with a horse she's been really eyeing for a while? Maybe it doubles as a cute proposal? (and just for reference, a gorgeous golden Palomino Quarter Horse!)

Ah I’m so glad you sent this in to me! This was a lot of fun, and Arthur is fucking adorable! 16/10 best boyfriend/husband material, you cannot change my mind! (Will someone make that into a meme?) Anyways, have fun!

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(BTW, Arthur’s hot as hell in this pic.....)

Arthur stands on the deck of his house, lost in thought. He really should be in the barn, finishing up the last of the day’s work, but he’s worried. You should’ve been home half an hour ago and yet he still hasn’t heard from you. He’s texted you, but nothing. Maybe you’re just stuck in traffic.

You and Arthur have lived together for over a year, and been dating for over two years. He remembers how he convinced you to move in with him, as you’d been adamant. Hell, it’d been hard enough to get you to date him.

When you both first met, it was like a spark between you. However, you were scared of taking the next step with him, as you were just a natural loner. Not only that, you’d been alone for so long you didn’t think there would be anyone who wanted to be with you. So when Arthur asked you to be his girlfriend, you almost ran off, sure he was pulling your leg. However, something told you that you needed to be brave, to take the leap, so you did.

About 8 months later, Arthur really wanted you to move in with him on his little ranch, tucked in a canyon not too far from a small mountain town. But again, you were hesitant. It’s not that you didn’t love him, just the opposite in fact. You were so in love, you were constantly terrified that you’d mess up, that he’d end up hating you when you ended up living together. The last thing you wanted was to mess this up.

Then, shortly after your first year anniversary, the Coronavirus pandemic hit and everyone was sent into quarantine. Luckily you were able to work remotely, so you didn’t lose much money. It was nice working from home, you could stay in your pj’s all day, not worry about makeup, none of that stuff. But you missed seeing your boyfriend and he missed you. The two of you did plenty of video chats, but it wasn’t the same. You couldn’t smell him, hug him, touch him, kiss him… nothing. You tried doing some video sex, but you got outrageously uncomfortable doing it over video chat (what if some hacker got in?), and Arthur wasn’t all that comfortable either.

Those 60 days were some of the longest and loneliest of your life. You would’ve easily gone to his home and see you, but his little town wanted absolutely no outsiders to come in, so they blocked the roads, preventing you and Arthur from visiting. When quarantine was lifted, that was when you decided to move in with Arthur. After all, you didn’t know if there would be another one. You could work remotely, only having to go into the office a couple times a month for meetings, so the work situation with you was easy enough.

That was over a year ago, and despite your fears that the two of you would end up breaking up after a few months, the opposite happened. Your relationship grew beyond what you thought and the two of you have never been more in love. Sure, there’s been a few arguments, but nothing bad enough to break things off. For the most part, you and Arthur get along famously.

Arthur sighs again, still feeling worried. Today was one of the days you had to go into the office for meetings. They never run past five, and the office is nearly an hour away, but it’s nearly eight in the evening. You should definitely be home by now. You must be stuck in traffic, which is why you’ve not answered any of his texts. He pulls out his phone and dials your number. Why he didn’t do this earlier is beyond him.

A few rings go by and you finally pick up. “Hey, babe,” you say.

He smiles. “Hey, darlin’. Just worried about ya. Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Just a big accident on the freeway. I stopped and got dinner too since it’s late. Should be home in like ten minutes.”

“Good. Kiss ya when I see ya,” he says and hangs up. That’s always how he says good bye to you over the phone and you love it.

Like clockwork, ten minutes go by and you pull into the driveway. He walks out of the house to greet you, pulling you into a tight hug and kissing you like he always does. He wants to tell you so badly what he’s got planned, but it’s gotta be a surprise. Under no circumstance can he spoil it. Not like this.

After dinner, the two of you cuddle up on the couch and watch a show before going to bed. He can tell you’re exhausted. These meeting days are your least favorite and they always wipe you out. Arthur cradles your head to his chest as you lie in bed. Within seconds, he hears you snore softly, making him smile. He goes back to thinking about tomorrow.

Arthur’s owned this ranch for most of his life. It wasn’t always his though. He grew up here with his adopted fathers, Hosea and Dutch. However, Hosea was killed very suddenly a few years ago in a car crash after he’d been hit by a drunk driver. His death had been so sudden that it hit Dutch extremely hard. Dutch ended up just vanishing one day, driven by grief and confusion. Arthur hasn’t seen him since.

The ranch fell into his hands after Dutch disappeared. He secretly hopes that maybe Dutch will come back someday, if he’s still alive that is. He’d love you two to meet, as he’s sure Dutch would like you better than his last serious girlfriend Mary.

His thoughts drift to her and he feels even more nervous. He’d been engaged to her for three months before she’d broken it off. She claimed it was because she hated his location, that she wanted to live in the city, not some small mountain town where everything was far away. Perhaps that was true, but he suspected there was more to it than that. After all, when Mary’s father discovered that Arthur had two fathers, he was extremely upset that Mary was dating someone raised by homosexuals. He’s always suspected that her father had a big reason behind why they broke up. Not only that, but he wonders if she was seeing a guy on the side. How could she go from being engaged to being in a new relationship only three weeks after they broke up? Good riddance, though, he thinks. He loves you a hundred times more than he ever loved her.

You’ve never cared about his upbringing, stating that Hosea and Dutch were at least good parents to him. You’ve known far too many heterosexual parents who were awful, and how many gay couples are out there who’d love to have kids and be the best parents. You weren’t in contact with your parents anymore (he still didn’t even know what they look like), so they aren’t an issue.

Arthur starts thinking about how sad and lonely your life has been. How you spent so many years alone and how you believed you’d die alone. He’s so grateful for having met you. You don’t deserve to die alone, you’re too good of a person. He kisses your head as you sleep, overwhelmed with his sense of love for you. A smile makes its way to his lips as he thinks about tomorrow.

Over the past year, as you’ve grown more comfortable to ranch life, you’ve been thinking about maybe getting your own horse. Arthur has a few that you’re certainly welcome to, of course, but you’ve been wanting one to call your own for a while now. A few weeks ago, you’d both been in town to go to the one grocery store there. As the truck went down the highway and passed another ranch, you saw the signs “horses for sale”. In the pasture was a beautiful palomino quarter horse. It looked like it was made of gold as it grazed in the sun. You begged Arthur to stop the truck and just go see the horse.

He pulled over, unable to resist your excitement, and you went to the fence. The palomino, along with most of its pasture mates, came over to investigate you and Arthur. You patted her nose and Arthur could tell you were already in love with her. However, he had no idea what her temperament was like, so he came up with a plan.

On the days when you had to go to meetings, Arthur went to the horse’s owner to ask questions and get acquainted with the horse. She was young, only three, but the owner had raised her and trained her himself. He invited Arthur to go on a trail ride using her so he could see how good of a riding horse she was. After only twenty minutes on her, Arthur knew she was perfect for you. She responded to his lightest touch and command. After the trail ride, Arthur bought her, but he kept her at her former owners so you wouldn’t see her too soon.

Yesterday, while you’d been gone, Arthur went and picked the horse up and brought her back. She didn’t have a name yet, but he wanted you to have that privilege. The man who raised her called her Sierra, but he knew that was your mother’s name and you were unlikely to keep it as you had no desire to see her for as long as he’s known you. He struggles to fall asleep, feeling like a kid on Christmas, excited to show you his gift. He’s also terrified as he’s going to use the horse as a segway for the biggest decision of his life.

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The next morning, Arthur gets up much earlier than usual. He’s normally up a bit past sunrise so he can feed the animals and get an earlier start on cleaning before it gets hot. This morning, though, you wake up at the crack of dawn and find his side of the bed empty. After grabbing a cup of coffee, you go out and find him just finishing feeding the chickens.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says, a big grin on his face.

You say good morning and he comes over, leaning across the fence so he can kiss you.

“Hey, I got a couple more chores to do, but once they’re done, I got somethin’ to show ya.”

“Okay, I’ll help. What needs to be done?”

He smiles, loving how willing you always are to help him out. It makes his life a lot easier. He struggles though, as most of the remaining chores were in the stables with the horses, including yours.

“Um… well, why don’t you go through the chicken coop, see about eggs.”

You nod and go off to grab the collecting basket. Arthur asks you to finish feeding the chickens as well so he can go into the stable. After collecting nearly a dozen eggs and placing them in the egg storage so they can be sold this weekend, you brush off your hands and start heading into the stables. Arthur darts out, slightly sweaty from his work.

“Woo, it’s hot. Hey baby, um, maybe you can go get us some drinks?” he says. His tone is weird, like he’s hiding something.

“Um… okay. Everything okay?”

“Everythin’s just fine.” He kisses you again real quick and then shoots back into the stables.

After retrieving two beer bottles, you go out to find Arthur in the paddock, which is attached to the right side of the barn so the horses can go in and out of their stalls. He’s wringing his gloved hands a bit, but smiles when he sees you. What is going on with him?

“Thanks, darlin’,” he says when you go into the pen and hand him his beer. Instead of opening it, he places it onto a post of the fence. “I wanted to show you somethin’.”

He looks to the barn and whistles. Odd, he’s looking at one of the stalls that’s been empty the entire time you’ve lived here. Something snorts and out walks the golden horse you’d been admiring for the past few weeks. You gasp and put your hands over your mouth.

“Arthur, is that…?”

“She’s yours, sweetheart. I took her for a ride a while ago, she’s a good horse.”

The filly walks over to you and snorts in greeting, stretching her neck out to bump her nose to your hand. Tears leak out of your eyes as you start rubbing her neck, going down to her withers.

“Arthur, she’s beautiful!”

He chuckles softly and walks over to hug you, grinning as you bury your face into his chest. God, you couldn’t ask for a sweeter boyfriend.

“Thank you so much, Arthur! I love her.”

“Good. What’s her name?”

“Did she not have one before?”

He tells you what her name used to be, but as he predicted, you don’t like it. You think for a moment, studying her golden coat. She swishes her silver tail.

“Maybe… Freyja? I know you like having names of gods and goddesses for your horses.”

Arthur chuckles as he thinks about his two favorite horses, Boadicea and Artemis. “If that’s what you want, darlin’. She’s your horse though, you name her whatever feels right.”

You look at her and smile. “Freyja feels right.”

Freyja snorts, not giving a single damn about her name. Her eyes are soft as you pat her neck again.

“Well, why don’t we groom miss Freyja? Maybe you can ride her around the pasture, see how you like her.”

You nod and go into the stables to grab a brush and hoof pick. Freyja’s very patient as you groom her, standing still as you clean out her feet. Arthur hauls out the heavy saddle after you throw on her saddle blanket and grab her bridle. After cinching on the saddle and adjusting the stirrups, Arthur says, “Oh I forgot somethin’, hold on.”

He goes into the stables as you pat the horse’s neck again, anxious to hop into the saddle. He comes back out, empty handed and looking frustrated.

“I thought I left it in there,” he grunts, coming back over to you.

“What you looking for?”

“A thing,” he says, ignoring you and shoving his hand into the saddle bag. “I thought I left it… ah ha! Don’t know how it got in there.”

He pulls his hand out and you see a small, velvety box. He brushes it off quickly and then holds it out to you.

“Sweetheart, I uh… I been thinking about doin’ this for a while. It would… it would mean a lot to me.”

You take the box, your stomach clenching. Is this a ring? Or is it something else and you’re just being hopeful? Your heart pounding in your ears, you open the box and see the ring. You gasp. It’s not a diamond, you always hated diamonds. Too common and overpriced. Instead, it’s a silver band, the metal engraved with fancy, swooping curls, a gem in your favorite color perched on top.

“Arthur?” you say, your voice squeaking as you take out the ring.

He clasps your hands in his, the ring nestled in your palm. “I wanna marry ya, sweetheart. You… well, you’re more than I could ever hope for in a companion. I never thought I’d wanna marry someone again after Mary…” he looks down and swallows. You know all about her of course. “But that was until I fell in love with you. There’s no doubt in my mind that I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.”

Fresh tears are cascading down your cheeks. You look at the ring again and Arthur’s suddenly afraid you’ll say no, or that you’re not ready. He worries that he might have to try and talk you into this like he had when he wanted to date you and then have you move in. He doesn’t want to do that with this though. Just as his stomach begins to sink, you smile up at him.

“Yes, Arthur. I will marry you, a thousand times.”

He smiles, swallowing a wave of his own tears and cups your cheek. He takes the ring and slides it onto your finger, then he presses his forehead to yours. For several moments, you both stand there in this position, letting the world go by as you bask in one another’s presence. You slide a hand over his neck, wanting to be even closer to him, your future husband.

Suddenly something shoves your shoulder hard and it’s followed by a loud snort. Arthur chuckles, pulling away from you. “Think Freyja wants your attention again.”

You laugh and kiss him before facing your horse and climbing into the saddle (with his help of course). You adjust yourself in the saddle, sliding both feet into the stirrups. Arthur pats your thigh and tells you to just walk around the pen so that you and Freyja can get acquainted with the feel of one another.

As Arthur watches you walk with your horse, he feels a sense of excitement and contentment. Excited for the future, of course, but he’s never been so sure about anything as he is about this. Marrying you is the only thing he could do, he’s never wanted anything more.

#rdr2 fanfic #red dead fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female reader #awkward asks

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dominatedolans · 5 years ago

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Selfie ♡ E.D.

A/N: hi! so this is my first time writing in, literally, forever. this is also my first time writing smut, as well as my first time writing anything about either one of the twins, so hopefully it isn’t too awful. i got this idea from a concept that was sent in to @aphroditedolan (who is one of my all time favorite writers btw, go check her out if you haven’t already). anyways, i really hope you all enjoy, please feel free to send me some feedback (whether it be positive or constructive criticism, either is fine)! 😊

Summary: In which Ethan and Y/N are best friends, but that quickly spirals into more when Y/N sends him a risqué selfie one lonely morning.

Warnings: language, one brief mention of cheating, smut, unprotected sex, bit of fluff at the end

Word count: ~5.3k

Ethan and Y/N had been best friends for what had seemed like their entire lives, but in reality was only around 4 years. They had bumped into each other, quite literally, when they were both in a rush one day to grab their coffees and get to their respective destinations. Ethan had been rushing out of the coffee shop and Y/N had been rushing in, causing them to collide in the middle. This had resulted in Ethan’s coffee being poured all down the front of Y/N’s brand new shirt, and to top it off, all of the papers she had been holding in her arms for her very important meeting at work were now scattered all over the floor — and covered in coffee.

After standing there, frozen, with his jaw completely slack, Ethan finally got his shit together and bent down to help Y/N pick up her now coffee-soaked documents, struggling to find the right words to express how sorry he was (but trying his damndest anyways) the entire time. She had laughed him off with a wave of her hand, telling him she should have been watching where was going, and he had felt his shoulders sag with relief that she wasn’t going to completely flip out on him. Still, he felt horrible, so he had offered to buy her a coffee as an apology, which she gratefully accepted, because, hey — times were rough, and Starbucks was definitely not the cheapest place in the world.

After that, they had a few more run-ins at that very same coffee shop (though, thankfully, not quite as physical), and they quickly decided to exchange numbers to keep in touch. The rest, as they say, is history.

Turns out, Ethan had been exactly what Y/N needed in her life at that time. She was going through some rough patches, in more ways than one. She was struggling financially, she hated her job where she was over worked and under payed, and she had just found out that her scumbag of a boyfriend, who she had been with for six years, had been cheating on her for the past two. Needless to say, Y/N needed some form of joy in her life — and that’s exactly what Ethan provided.

Ethan made her so happy and helped her in more ways than she could even begin to thank him for. He helped her find a new job (one with less sleepless nights and a higher pay), he helped her find a new apartment that was pretty similar to the one she already lived in, only it put less of a strain on her monthly finances, and he helped boost her confidence levels through the roof (which, once upon a time, was easily her biggest mental struggle).

Even now, four years after the beginning of their friendship, Ethan still managed to make her feel good about herself every. single. day. Every morning, Y/N would wake up to a text along the lines of, “Good morning gorgeous, hope you have a great day today. Be sure to send me your OOTD later 😚.”

It had become a daily tradition between the two. If the text wasn’t there when she woke up, he would inevitably text her at some point throughout the day requesting his daily selfie. He would ask to see what she was wearing for the day, even if she was staying in that day and was just lounging around in sweats and one of his hoodies, and he would hype her up to the max. Some of his typical responses would include, “WOW what a goddess 🤤,” “how are you so beautiful honestly,” and “that’s MY best friend 😍.”

That last one actually managed to kill her a little bit inside every time he said it, if she was being perfectly honest. She always thought that if they had met at a different point in her life that maybe, just maybe, they could’ve wound up as more than friends. They had just clicked right from the start, and their bond had only grown more and more as time went on. Unfortunately, since she was suffering from the worst break-up of her life when she met him, she hadn’t even entertained the thought of them as a couple at the time. He had hinted at the potential of something more quite a few times at the beginning of their friendship, but she was always quick to politely laugh it off and make some sort of comment that put him right back into the friend zone. She had felt bad, but she didn’t want him to be her rebound — she thought way too highly of him and valued his friendship way too much to risk losing him.

Now, though, she sometimes found herself staring at him a little too long with a grin on her face that was maybe a little too big when he would smile at her or let loose one of his famous laughs that were ridiculously contagious. She sometimes had to remind herself when they were cuddling and she had her face tucked into his neck that she couldn’t just pepper it with kisses and mark him as hers. She sometimes had to stop herself from watching his mouth when he talked while fantasizing about the way his lips would feel in between her thighs.

Anytime she found herself daydreaming like that, she would quickly distance herself from him by at least a little bit in some way (whether it be by simply looking away, or by making up an excuse to go to the bathroom). She had to remind herself that this was her best friend, and she couldn’t think about him that way. And besides, she had shut him down so many time in the beginning that there was no way he could still be interested in her. She had made it perfectly clear that they were just friends; so that was on her.

She couldn’t help but let herself wonder, though, during the times when they would jokingly flirt back and forth. She would find herself wrapped up in the moment, full-flirting mode on, when Grayson would interrupt the two of them with a roll of his eyes by saying something along the lines of, “god, would you two just get a fucking room already,” to which Y/N would blush furiously, and Ethan would glare at him for embarrassing her and promptly tell Grayson to “fuck off, bro.” Still, even after their (innocent) flirting, Y/N would have to come back down to earth, filled with disappointment, and remind herself that they were, unfortunately, only joking, and that they were just friends. Just friends.

Ethan, on the other hand, was always left feeling on top of the world after one of their flirty moments. He loved the way her eyes twinkled as she complimented him, loved the way she would get the smallest little smirk on her face when she made a suggestive comment, loved the way she would grin and wink at him after he made some sexual innuendo. He loved it, because he had been wanting to make her his for four years now, but she had always made it clear that she only had friendly feelings towards him. So he relished in those moments; those times when he could let his attraction towards her be known in full force and to have it feel like she felt the same. The only downside, though, was that he knew she thought they were only playing around; even if he wanted nothing more than to just rip her clothes off.

He had started their daily “send me an ootd selfie” tradition shortly after they had met, and even though his intentions were (mainly) to try to help her gain confidence, they weren’t all that innocent. He loved the days when she was relaxing at home and would send him a full-body picture of her only wearing one of his hoodies that fell high enough on her thighs to show off just enough of her long, creamy legs to have him drooling, but low enough to always have him wishing the hoodie was just a little bit shorter. He loved the days she sent him a selfie before working out in nothing but a sports bra and a pair of skin tight leggings. And he really loved the days during the summer when she would send him a selfie of her out by the pool in nothing but a tiny little bikini that had him having to find the nearest cold shower to jump in to.

Now, as Ethan sat at one of the god-awful, torturously boring meetings that he and his brother were forced to attend, his line of thought quickly made him remember that he hadn’t asked Y/N for his selfie of her yet today. He discreetly pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent her a quick text while hiding his phone under the table as best he could. “Hey pretty girl, don’t forget to send me a pic of your outfit for today. I’m bored af at this meeting and could use something pretty to look at 😩.”

He sat there for a few seconds and waited for her response, but when she didn’t text back right away, he slid his phone back into his pocket with a disappointed sigh and half-heartedly tried to listen to what those around him were droning on about.

Back home, Y/N dropped the package she had just received to the floor with a frustrated huff. Before having to get up to answer the door she had been trying everything to get off. She had tried to use a few different toys she had tucked away in the back of her nightstand, she had tried watching porn, she had even gotten to the point where she was so desperate to cum that she had allowed her mind to wander to a place she normally never allowed it to go when she was trying to get off — to Ethan. Thoughts of him had gotten her right to the edge, but right when she was almost at her peak, the fucking Amazon delivery guy had knocked on her door and she had had to halt her activities to go sign for her package.

She childishly stomped her way back into her bedroom, extremely frustrated knowing that her mood was dead and she wouldn’t be getting herself off today. She picked up her phone after tossing herself back into bed and noticed that Ethan had texted her what time she was dealing with the delivery guy. She still had those filthy thoughts of him lingering in the back of her mind, so after a moments hesitation, she dropped her phone back onto her bed and got up to find what she wanted to put on before taking her daily selfie for him.

Still at his meeting, Ethan mindlessly glanced at his phone again for probably the tenth time since he had texted Y/N, still impatiently waiting for her to respond. He knew that she had to be awake by now — she never allowed herself to sleep past ten — so why hadn’t she texted him back? He checked his phone three more times in the next ten minutes, still awaiting her reply. He was growing more and more impatient with each passing minute, actually starting to even get a little worried, when he finally felt his phone buzz against his leg. He unlocked his phone and clicked his Messages app, and he was immediately sent into an awful coughing fit after literally choking on his own saliva.

At her house, Y/N anxiously chewed on her thumbnail as she stared at her phone, wondering what the fuck she had just done. It was stupid, and impulsive, and fuck was she still horny, but she definitely should not have done that.

She had went to the mall with one of her friends the day before for a much needed girls day out. They worked at the same place and work had been stressful for both of them as of late, but thankfully, the big project they were stressing over finishing together was finally done, and their boss had given them the weekend off as a reward. They had taken advantage of the day, utilizing the time to go to all of their favorite stores to update their wardrobes, dropping in at the salon to have their hair trimmed, and then stopping by the spa for waxes, mani-pedis, and massages. After they were finished at the spa, Y/N’s friend dragged her back into the depths of the mall because she had been feeling frisky after getting waxed clean and wanted to go pick up a new lingerie set to show off to her boyfriend for when she got home. Y/N had rolled her eyes (with a smile on her face, of course) but had followed her friend into their favorite lingerie store.

Once they were in there, Y/N’s friend would not stop insisting that she treat herself to a new set as well. “C’mon, Y/N,” she had said. “How long has it been since you got laid, anyways? Buy something sexy, find you a man honey! You deserve it after the past few weeks we’ve had a work.” Y/N had shook her head as they laughed together, and decided, hey, maybe her friend was right. It had been a rough few weeks at work, and she never bought herself anything sexy anymore because she felt like she didn’t have anyone to show it off to.

She had bought a sexy, satin red bustier and matching thong set. The bodice of the bustier was mainly see through mesh, with see through lace on the sides. The top had lacy push-up style cups complimented by a little red satin bow that sat in between them along with straps that dangled from the bottom of the bustier that were available to clip to garters (but she simply allowed them to dangle tantalizingly down the tops of her thighs). The thong was a little simpler, consisting of red satin with a little bit of red lace lining the top, and a little red bow that matched the one on the bustier in the center.

Y/N couldn’t believe that she had allowed herself to actually slip into that very same lingerie set before snapping a few pictures of herself and choosing the best one to send to Ethan. Now that her sex-hazed mind was starting to simmer down, she couldn’t believe she had allowed herself to send him such a risqué picture. Sure, she had sent him plenty of bikini pictures in the past, so he was no stranger to her body; but a picture of her in that lingerie, combined with her “fuck me” eyes and the slight smirk she adorned, was not a picture she should have sent to her best friend.

She was freaking out. It had been fifteen minutes since she had sent the picture, and Ethan typically responded in less than five. To make it worse, he had his read receipts on, so she knew he had seen the picture and had read what she had sent with it. To be fair, she had only said, “hope this helps x😘,” but still... that picture. Why was he not responding?

Five minutes later, she heard the tell tale signs of her front door being unlocked (the only person with a key other than herself was Ethan), and she bolted from her bed in shock, letting out a small gasp and only realizing then that she hadn’t even changed out of the lingerie yet. She allowed a string of curses to slip from her mouth, but before she could so much as pick her phone up from the floor where she had dropped it in her shocked state, Ethan was already standing in front of her, jaw slack and eyes wide.

His eyes were slowly taking in her figure from the bottom up, savoring every last second. Finally, he met her eyes, and they just stared at one another for a few quick seconds in tense silence. “Um, hi,” she finally managed to whisper, just loud enough for him to hear, and then she let out a shocked squeak as he was rushing towards her, a predatory look in his eyes.

Once he got to where she was standing he raised his hands to either side of her face and pulled her in for a heated kiss. She immediately responded, placing one of her hands on his chest while wrapping the other around the back of his neck to play with his hair.

Their mouths collided in a heated embrace before Ethan swiped his tongue along Y/N’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. She eagerly obliged, their tongues battling for dominance as he let his hands wonder down her body. His arms found their way around her back, grabbing onto her ass and jerking her closer to him. She let out a small moan once she felt their hips smash together, his hardness evident through his pants.

“Fuck, Y/N, you have no idea what that picture done to me,” Ethan panted, pulling away to begin to trail kisses down her neck. She simply giggled in response as he kissed his way down to the place where her neck met her shoulder before sucking a bright red mark into her skin, causing her to let out a breathy moan as she tugged on his hair. He groaned at the sensation, sliding his hands down to the backs of her thighs and tapping twice as an indicator for her to jump.

He carried her over to the bed, throwing her down onto it and watching her bounce a few times as he began to crawl over top of her.

He reattached his lips to he neck, this time trailing his kisses lower until he was kissing the swell of her breasts, Y/N’s breaths coming out in short, quick pants as she watched him. “As much as I love this,” he mumbled, pulling back to run his eyes over her top, “it needs to come off.”

He snaked his hands under her body to unclip her bustier as she arched her back off of the bed to help him. Once it was unbuttoned Y/N slipped her arms out of it, allowing Ethan to toss it carelessly to the floor. He sat back on his knees, eyes roaming over her torso as he admired her body, biting his lip. “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he muttered, leaning back down to attach his lips to hers.

One of his hands began to play with her nipple, pinching and pulling and rubbing it between his fingers, causing her to arch into him with a moan, thrusting her hips up towards his for some kind of friction. He rutted down into her when he felt her hips seeking his, both of them letting out loud moans at the contact. Ethan pulled away from her mouth, panting.

“I mean, what were you even thinking, sending me that, anyways, hmm? You were just asking to be fucked, weren’t you, pretty girl?” He questioned. His words sent a pulse straight through her core, Y/N nodding along eagerly in agreement. “Want you so bad, E,” she panted, desperately wanting him to touch her.

Fuck, he couldn’t believe she had just said that. He felt his dick throb in his pants and he quickly tossed his own shirt off of his body in an attempt to rid himself of some of his own clothes. He was definitely eager before, but after hearing what she had said he just couldn’t wait anymore. He kissed his way down the center of her torso, down between her breasts and past her belly button, before glancing up to lock his eyes with hers when he reached the hem of her thong, silently asking for permission. She eagerly nodded her head, desperately wanting him to do something, anything, to relieve the throb between her legs.

He hooked his fingers into the sides of her thong, slowly pulling them down her legs before tossing the material somewhere on the floor with their other items of clothing. He kissed his way up her inner thighs as he pushed them farther apart to allow space for him to climb in between them. He finally reached his destination, his head tucked prettily in between her legs, before licking a single, long stripe from her entrance up to her clit, where he teasingly flicked his tongue a few times. Y/N released a loud moan, the sound going straight to Ethan’s dick, while arching her back high off of the bed.

Ethan hooked his arms around her thighs and pressed down on her hips to keep her on the bed, eagerly flicking his tongue against her clit once again once he got her to hold still. She was clawing at the sheets at the sensation of his tongue, feeling him circle it and flick it and lick her in ways she had never been licked. “Fuck, E, that’s so good. Please don’t stop,” she panted, thrusting her hips up to meet his tongue. He hummed against her pussy, the vibrations pushing her even further towards the edge as she laced her fingers in his hair.

She was a moaning mess, climbing higher and higher towards her peak, when she felt Ethan insert two of his fingers into her center as he continued to lick at her clit. She felt her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he began to pump his fingers in and out, feeling her release rapidly approaching. Ethan curled his fingers forward in a ‘come hither’ motion, the action sending her over the edge, causing her to release a string of curses along with his name. “Oh shit, ohhh fuck, I’m — Ethan!” She screamed, releasing all over his tongue. He hummed against her once again, eagerly licking up all of her juices until she began to come down from her high.

“Fuck, that was good,” she panted, a lazy smile on her face. “Yeah? Well I’m not done with you yet, baby,” Ethan smirked, crawling back up her body. He kissed her, letting her taste herself, causing her to let out a little moan. She trailed her hands down his chest, letting her freshly manicured nails lightly scrape against his muscles, causing him to shiver and groan into her mouth.

She pulled back from the kiss, trailing her lips down his neck, leaving random, tiny little love bites in her wake, before reaching his collar bone where she sucked a very prominent purple mark in his skin. He groaned, throwing his head to the side in pleasure, allowing her more room to do what she pleased. She suddenly flipped them over, Ethan grunting in surprise, before looking up at her with a smirk. “Damn, baby... what’re you gonna do, hmm?” He questioned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Y/N felt her core tighten, loving the way he was talking to her.

“How about I just show you?” She purred, a sultry look in her eye as she began to trail kisses down his chest. He groaned lightly in response, swiping his tongue across his lips before dragging the bottom one in between his teeth as he watched her kiss down his body. Fuck, this was better than he could have ever even imagined.

She had finally made her way down to his pants, fumbling with his belt for a second before finally getting it undone and then unbuttoning his pants. She worked his pants and underwear down his legs, allowing him to kick them off once they got to his feet. She made her way back up his body to where his cock was resting on his stomach, the tip swollen and leaking pre-cum from the lack of attention.

She began kissing his inner thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls, causing his breathing to pick up as he fisted the sheets while staring down at her. She finally reached his balls but moved on up his body past them, careful not to touch him yet. She teasingly licked from his hip bone up to where his cock lay just below his belly button, allowing her warm breath to fan over his length, before doing the same thing in reverse on the other side. She sucked a mark into his hip bone when her tongue got there, causing him to thrust into the air, dying for some sort of contact.

“Y/N, please,” Ethan begged, “please don’t tease, I can’t take it.”

Y/N glanced up to meet his eyes, seeing the desperate look on his face that had her dripping down her thighs once again, before licking a long stripe from his balls to his tip, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. She traced his tip with her tongue before (finally) wrapping her lips around him, causing him to throw his head back and let out a loud, drawn out groan, thankful for some relief.

She began to bob her head, swirling her tongue around as she sucked him off, her right hand carefully rolling his balls around to provide extra stimulation. Ethan was in heaven, trying his best to watch her while she worked her magic but failing because it just felt so fucking good and he couldn’t help but close his eyes and throw his head back onto the bed.

She released his cock with a pop, moving down to gently suck his balls into her mouth one at a time, causing him to let out a string of curses. “Fuck, Y/N, you gotta stop,” He panted, reaching down to pull her up his body to meet his lips. “I don’t want to cum without being inside of you first.” He told her, flipping them back over so she was on her back under him. His words, once again, had her core clenching, and she eagerly pulled him down to smash their lips together once more.

Ethan pulled away, reaching down to grab his cock and running it between her folds to get himself nice and wet (not that he really needed to given how she had just soaked his cock with her mouth) before pausing to glance up to meet her eyes. “This okay?” He asked, patiently waiting for her to respond.

“Ethan, please just fuck me already,” she moaned, and that was all the incentive he needed before he began to ease his way inside of her. They both let out moans once he pushed the head of his cock in, Ethan pausing for a moment to drop his head into the nape of Y/N’s neck while he took a few deep breaths. “Holy fuck you’re tight,” he breathed, kissing her neck briefly before raising himself back up onto his hands.

He eased himself the rest of the way inside of her, pausing every now and then because he knew it had been a while for her and she would need to adjust, but also because she was tight as fuck and he didn’t want to shoot his load before they could even get started.

Once he had bottomed out he paused one last time, allowing her to get used to the stretch while he reveled in the feeling of being inside of her. He began to move after a moment, his thrusts slow at first before he began to pick up the pace. Y/N arched her back and let out a moan, loving the way he was stretching her out.

“You like that?” Ethan asked, picking up the pace even more. All she could do was moan in response, thrusting her hips up to meet his every time he slammed back inside of her. She soon felt the coil deep in her belly, signaling she was beginning to climb towards her second orgasm.

Ethan could tell she was getting close when her moans began to rise in pitch and volume, so he abruptly pulled out, causing her to whine at the loss of contact. “On your knees,” he demanded, causing her core to clench before she obediently flipped over on her stomach. She stuck her ass up in the air with her head resting on the bed, arching her back to allow him better access. She turned her head to look back at him after a moment when she began to grow impatient, letting out another whine. “Ethan, please,” she begged, wiggling her ass at him in an attempt to get him to hurry.

Ethan could’ve came just looking at her like that. Laying there all wet and ready for him, face down, ass up, begging for his cock. He moved forward, rubbing his cock between her folds once again, before quickly thrusting inside of her this time. She let out a loud moan at his sudden entrance, shivering as he began to thrust in and out of her at a rapid pace.

She felt that coil come back, quicker this time given how fast he was moving and how deep this new position allowed him to go. “Fuuuuuck E, please don’t stop, so fucking big, feels so good,” Y/N moaned, feeling like she was on the verge of tears from all of the pleasure. Ethan leaned forward, leaning over her back so his mouth was near her ear. “You like that, baby? You like when I pound into this pretty little pussy of yours? Who’s making you feel this good?” He growled, continuing to fuck into her with all he had.

“YOU, Ethan, only you,” Y/N screamed, beginning to thrust her ass back to meet his hips. “That’s right, baby,” He groaned with a smack to her ass, causing her to let out a moan that was louder than any of the others. Ethan immediately picked up on this, smacking her ass again as he began to move impossibly faster.

Y/N reached down to rub her clit, feeling the knot in her stomach getting tighter and tighter as Ethan continued to pound into her.

“I’m gonna cum,” she panted, feeling Ethan’s cock twitch inside of her. “Cum for me, baby girl,” he breathed back, immediately feeling her core tighten even further around his cock, sending him even closer to his own release. He fucked her through her orgasm, waiting until she was finished before he pulled out and jerked on his dick twice, releasing onto her back. She collapsed down onto her stomach while Ethan made his way into her bathroom, wetting a wash cloth with warm water so he could clean her up.

He wiped his cum off of her back before laying down beside of her, both of them still panting, trying to catch their breath. When Y/N’s breathing had finally returned back to normal, she let out a little giggle, causing Ethan to open his eyes that he hadn’t even realized he had closed in the first place so that he could look at her. “What?” He questioned, a smile beginning to creep its way onto his face.

“Looks like I’m going to have to text my friend and thank her for making me buy that lingerie,” she said, causing them both to start laughing. Ethan scooted even closer to her, wrapping his arms around her so he could pull her into his body.

“Tell her thank you from me, too,” he added, both of them still giggling as he kissed her temple and closed his eyes, a dopey smile on his face. He was so beyond in love with this girl, and there was no way he was letting her get away now that he had finally gotten her.

#ethan dolan #ethan dolan smut #ethan dolan one shot #ethan dolan fic #dolan twins #dolan twins smut #dolan twins one shot #dolan twins fic #mywriting #selfie #w: selfie

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fxkthatdairy · 6 years ago

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Brother’s Best Friend

Request: for a jimmy fanfic i was thinking reader is chris’ sister and ends up falling hard af for jimmy, but is too afraid to say anything. basically just fluff and him slowly figuring out she likes him :)) btw i love your writing♥️

Thank you so much <3 I hope you enjoy this imagine :) If anyone else has any requests or suggestions let me know :)

You had one person on your mind 24/7 and his name was Jimmy Donaldson. One major fault though, he was your brother Chris’s best friend. Since as long as you can remember Jimmy and Chris had always been best friends and you could remember all the times Jimmy spent the night at your house and how he was over at your house all the time. Now that everyone is now adults, your crush on Jimmy that had been developing since high school was huge. You knew that if Chris ever found out he would not approve of you dating his best friend. So you kept the bottled emotions away and just dealt with it. As you began helping your brother and Jimmy filming you slowly began letting your emotions show towards Jimmy. Every time he talked you would blush, or you gave him little side hugs from time to time when your brother was not looking. The whole crew could tell that you liked each other. It was not that hard to tell. You wished that your brother wasn’t so overprotective so that you could go out with Jimmy. You really felt that Jimmy was the one for you. Chris noticed how close you were to Jimmy and pulled you to the side. “(y/n) I do not want you to date Jimmy at all. You can be friends and all but do not start to date him. You got that?” Chris said sternly and you rolled your eyes and stormed away to leave the building for the night. You were so furious, why couldn’t your brother just see how much you both liked each other and be happy.

“(Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) Tyson, come back here now.” Chris yelled after you. By now you were in your car, slow tears began streaming down your face from the rage that you felt at this current moment. You put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. You went home and laid in your bed and cried yourself to sleep.

When Chris returned back to the Warehouse, frustrated and out of breath , Jimmy began to question him.

“Is everything okay?” He asked concerned for his best friend and also for his crush that did not return with him.

“Yeah, (y/n) and I just got into a little disagreement but it is okay.She went home.” Chris said and started packing up his stuff for the night. He felt terrible for how he treated you but he was too damn stubborn to admit that he had messed. He was very concerned for your happiness and even though he knew Jimmy was a good guy, he didn't want you to get heart broken at all. It had nothing to do with the fact that he was his best friend, it was just every big brother’s duty to be overprotective. Maybe he was too overprotective. Chris went home and went to sleep thinking about how he had treated you and felt really bad. When you woke up, you noticed that your phone was blown up with messages from both Jimmy and Chris.

JimBean <3- Are you okay? JimBean <3- (Y/n/n) are you okay? You left a little early and Chris seemed very upset. JimBean <3- You are probably asleep by now and so whenever you wake up and get this let me know that you are alright.

You responded to him and told him that everything was okay even though that was a lie. You did not want him to know that you went home and fell asleep crying. You then checked the messages from Chris. Big Bro- Hey little sis, just checking up on you. I know you are probably pissed off at me and everything. But just let me know that you made it home safe. I love you no matter what you think and I’m just doing this to protect you.

Causal Chris, he was too damn stubborn to apologize. He always found ways to beat around the bush on certain subject. You texted him back that you were okay and then carried out your normal day.

The next week, Chris had texted you and asked if you wanted to help him and Jimmy with a big video. You of course said sure and got out of your bed and got dressed in a MrBeast hoodie and some jeans. You quickly did you hair and slight makeup and then headed to the address that Chris had sent you. When you arrived, you walked up to your brother and gave him a hug and waved at everyone else. When your eyes landed on Jimmy’s gorgeous ocean eyes, you felt all your emotions for him build back up. You readjusted yourself to make sure that your emotions would not show.

“So what are we doing today fellas?” You asked as you stuffed your hands in your hoodie pocket and played with your fingers.

“ We are unboxing 100 million orbeez and filling this entire backyard and the pool.” Jimmy answered and you nodded your head. You began to unbox the orbeez from the cardboard boxes that they came shipped in. As you were reaching for one box, Jimmy reached for the same box and both of your hands met. You immediately pulled away, your face turning extremely red. You began apologizing and slowly you felt an anxiety attack start to begin.

“It’s okay (y/n), it really is.” Jimmy said with a concern face as he watched you spiral into a mental breakdown.

“(Y/n/n) are you okay?” Chris walked up and sat down in front of you.

“No I’m not okay Chris because for the past 5 years I’ve had to hide my feelings from the one I love the most because my overprotective brother doesn’t want his little sister to date anyone let alone his best friend. I’m almost 20, Chris, I’m not a damn toddler. I’m so tired of you telling me who and who I can not date. You don’t understand how it feels to be in the vicinity of someone who you truly love but can not do anything because your brother is too much of an arrogant dick. If you truly fucking cared about how I felt, you would just let me fucking be with Jimmy. You are married and so is our other sister, I’m the only lonely person and I’m so tired of being lonely. So no Chris, when you ask me if I’m okay, I lie and say that I am but inside I’m not. Why can’t you just be happy for me?” You were basically shaking by now as all your emotions were spilled out. You got up and just took off. You didn’t know where, you just knew you wanted to be alone. You ended up by a little creek that was nearby. You sat down and pulled your knees to your chest. You felt relieved but also embarrassed and terrible. You didn’t mean some of the things you said but that’s just how you felt. You had officially made your crush on Jimmy public and that was what embarrassed you. You had never said it out loud. You just stared at the flowing water of the creek trying to calm yourself down. You felt your phone go off so many times but you didn't feel like answering. You just kept looking out at the creek. You then felt someone sit next to you. You didn’t bother to look because you assumed it was just your brother or Jimmy. You sighed and continued to look at the creek. Mascara stained your face as well as the tears itself. You felt someone throw their arm around your shoulder and pulled you into their side.

“Look (Y/n), I’m sorry for being a big bag of dicks to you lately. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I have no problem with you dating Jimmy. I just felt so overprotective of you. Your my little sis and I didn’t want to see you one day get heartbroken especially if it was my best friend. It’s every big brother’s right to be protective over his little sister but I was over protective and I’m so sorry. I do care about you (y/n/n), I just need to remember that your not a kid anymore and that you can make your own decisions. I will try and not be so protective over you anymore because I truly want to see you happy and today you made me realize that I was holding you back from happiness. I love you (Y/n/n).” Chris said and kissed the top of your head very gently and hugged you tightly.

“I love you too,Chris. I’m sorry that I blew up. I should’ve told you how I felt earlier. I promise that I won’t get hurt. I trust Jimmy deep down in my heart and I know that you know that he is a good man. Just know I’ll always be your little sister and you’ll never get rid of me, even when you are being a giant bag of dicks.” You said and you both laughed at that last part. You then got up and you both walked back to the house. You were both joking and laughing as you walked up to the driveway. Chris then patted you on the shoulder and walked off as he saw Jimmy walk up to you. He pulled Jimmy to the side and whispered something in his ear before going and hanging out with the rest of the people.

“Hey you.” You said as Jimmy walked up to you. You tucked a stray piece of your hair behind your ear. “Hey, are you okay?” Jimmy asked and pulled you into a hug. You nodded your head and hugged back. “Did you mean those things that you said about me back there?” Jimmy asked you.

“100%, I love you Jimmy. I have for a long time now. Nothing is going to change that. You make me happy, you make me feel beautiful, you make me feel like there is something in life living for, and with you I feel like a better person. I don’t want to lose you Jimmy, I’ve spent the last 5 years in misery because my brother was too protective.” You said and placed your hands against his cheeks. He leaned in and kissed you gently on the mouth.

“I love you too, (y/n). I love you so much. Will you be my girlfriend?” Jimmy asked as he pulled away. You nodded your head and kissed him again.

“And by the way, What did Chris tell you earlier?” You asked curiously.

“He told me that if I broke your heart, that he would break my face.” Jimmy said and we both laughed at my brother’s protectiveness and walked back to the group hand in hand.

#mrbeast #mrbeast6000 #i love this man with all of my heart 💛🧡#mrbeast imagine #mrbeastimagines mrbeast6000 imagines #mrbeastimagines #imagines #requested #💛#🧡

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prettyfunkyunorganized · 6 years ago

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Sugar Daddy Hanzo part 10

Good evening everyone! Or whatever time of day it is where you are. I’ve got another chapter for you today, but first a few announcement-y things:

1. Just moved and started grad school so I’m busy AF, so if chapters continue to be a bit shorter than they were at the beginning, that’s why.

2. I am starting up a new tag on my blog that will be side info about this story - stuff written from Hanzo’s POV, fun facts, ideas I’m considering, and questions for you! You can always submit questions too via the ask feature on Tumblr or you can use the tag #sugardaddyhanzoextras (sugar daddy hanzo extras). That is the tag I will be using for all this type of content and if you would like to be tagged, feel free to let me know!

3. I love you.

So yeah, that’s it! Here are 2,800ish words of mush essentially.

BTW, this whole business world AU is based on my bud @watch-your-grammer‘s post here. She’s glorious and so is her work.

The rest of the story: pt one, pt two, pt three, pt four, pt five, pt six, pt seven, part eight, part nine

Waking up had never been so difficult. Your eyelids dragged, almost impossibly heavy, but not nearly as stiff as your arms. Every shallow, tentative breath was a struggle, and your chest ached with each inhale. Each exhale. You looked around the brightly lit room and frowned. “Guess we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto,” you grumbled to yourself, “or maybe I’m the witch – certainly feel like I’ve been hit with a house.”

By some odd circumstance, it looked like you had the room to yourself, the bed to your right was folded up tight with precise corners as starkly white as the walls and ceiling above you. Everything was so . . . sterile, as if you had been transported to your very own dimension, removed from the rest of Earth. It was unsettling.

And sad.

Your chest tightened in a familiar way that had nothing to do with your injury, it was a painful manifestation of your growing disappointment and loneliness.

“You’d think the gals would at least come by to see me,” you whispered as tears welled in your eyes, “and if getting shot isn’t enough to get Mom and Dad to come visit me, what is?”

In a burst of realization, you remembered what had happened and put a hand over your breast, a powerful tenderness warning you to be gentle.

“Holy fuck I got shot,” you gulped looking for the nurse call button and slamming it while trying to tame your breathing.

After a brief pause that seemed to last ages, a nurse swung open your door and scuttled in, but not before you saw what looked like a dark suit a dark expressing in the hallway.

“Well, hello there,” the tall man in scrubs said with a smile. The bright corgi pattern on his shirt relaxed you for some reason, maybe it was because that was the first bit of color you had seen since you awoke.

“Hi,” you said softly.

“You look scared,” he murmured kindly, “don’t be. We got you all patched up, and you’re going to be fine.”

“Oh thank goodness,” you sighed, running your hands over your face. Of course you knew that you were alive, but hearing a nurse say ‘you’re not dying’ still made you feel a thousand times better.

“Do you remember what happened,” he asked. You nodded. “Good. And how are you feeling?”

“Uh,” you hesitated, “pretty shitty? But not dead so, I could be worse?”

He chuckled, “Very true. Feeling sore in your chest, right?”

“Oh yeah,” you groaned.

“We will get you something to help with that and check over your bandages here in a sec, I just want to tell you what we’ve done on our end if you’re feeling up to that.”

“Sure,” you nodded, trying to glance out the window so you could figure out if what you had seen was what you were desperately hoping to see. Then again, it was a hospital, and there were likely hundreds of patients here with worried family.

And Hanzo wasn’t family.

And he hadn’t taken you back.

And the nurse in all his corgi covered glory was in your way.

“Alright,” he said looking at the digital display on his arm, “you were brought in with a bullet wound in the chest, it went right through you, but went through your lung.”

“My lung,” you gaped in horror.

“Yes,” he confirmed, “that is what caused you so much trouble, but medicine has come a long way, and we were able to have your stem cells from your baby teeth flown in and have started growing you some new lung tissue. We had to do one surgery to keep you alive, so your left lung is currently dormant, and your right is doing all the work, which is probably why you’re likely feeling a little like you’ve been running a lot and haven’t quite caught your breath. Once your new tissue is ready, we will get you into the OR again have you feeling right as rain before you know it.”

“Wait,” you said reeling at what he’d just said. You knew your baby teeth could provide stem cells for fancy medical stuff, but patching up your lung? “So . . . you’re going to be able to just cover up the holes in my lung?”

“Yes, ma’am, just like a punctured tire.”

“Ew,” you grimaced at his analogy.

He laughed, “Yeah, sorry. The other nurses say I’ve got a way with words, but I’m not sure if they mean that as a compliment.”

“I mean, it helped me understand,” you shrugged, “but is my lung still going to be able to function normally with a patch? Am I not going to live as long or something because of this?”

“Actually, the procedure has been tested very thoroughly on patients with lung cancer, and there is very little if any loss of functionality. Patients with renewed lungs climb Everest, run marathons, and live long healthy lives – so long as they take care of themselves, that is. If you eat fast food every day or do drugs and die young, you can’t blame that on the new tissue.”

“Of course,” you nodded. “That’s pretty god-damned amazing.”

“It sure is,” he beamed, “the biggest inconvenience is the post-op checkups and drugs to help encourage faster healing, but all that will be finished up in a few months.”

“Good to know,” you sighed, a thin smile forming on your lips.

“Anything else you need right now, or should I start taking a look at you?”

“I – well, actually,” you fumbled, try to lean over and see the window, but you cringed at the pain, “could you just tell me if I have anyone out there waiting to see me? I – I thought I recognized someone.”

“You sure do,” the nurse said with a playful shake of his head, “you’ve had lots of people come in and out to see you, but it’s late at night right now, so the only one here at the moment is the older gentleman in the suit who basically never leaves. Man’s practically a part of the furniture now.”

You grinned so wide your chapped lips hurt, but you couldn’t stop. “Is his name Hanzo? Is he still out there? Will you tell him not to leave yet?”

“Calm down, calm down,” he laughed, backing toward the door, “I’m sure he’s still here, and I’d be happy to tell him you want to speak with him.”

“Thanks,” you said, blushing at your girlish excited outburst.

Without entirely closing the door behind him, the nurse spoke quietly with Hanzo, who had been waiting with an impatient look on his face. The instant you saw him you were relieved. In all honesty, you would have been happy to see anyone you knew out there, but knowing it was him was almost too good to be true.

The nurse came back in and asked you a few more questions while surveying your condition and giving you a bit of pain medication, but ‘not enough to make you all loopy,’ as per your request. Pain meds had always given you the creeps. It was awkward to have a man you’d never met poking your bandaged up boob while the other one laid out in all its glory, but thankfully as soon as you wrapped your hospital gown back up, Hanzo was waved in.

“Hey,” you said as he closed the door behind him. You did your best not to look like a giddy schoolchild, but you were far too happy to be in the same room as him again. Part of your uncontrolled emotion was definitely the drugs, but not all of it. You didn’t care if you shouldn’t be so enraptured to see him, at least not now. You had been shot, you could feel however the fuck you wanted.

“Good evening,” he responded lowly. The distant tone in his voice made you face fall flat, and the physical distance he kept between you made you pull your knees closer to your chest sadly.

“I was, um, well I was kind of surprised to see you here,” you admitted sheepishly.

Hanzo sighed and looked away. “Yes, I probably should not have come, but I felt I had to. That, and I could not find the will or focus to do anything other than sit here and wait for news on your condition.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” you said softly, “extremely so.”

His lips pursed as his gaze landed on something next to your head. “You are the only one who has been happy to see me here.”

You twisted around as far as you could until your chest muscles griped at you to stop. There was a tiny speaker clipped to the bed frame with a note attached to it. “That sweetie,” you chuckled as you read Lucio’s message:

‘Sorry I couldn’t stick around ‘til you woke up! If I missed another tour date, the bosses were going to have some fried frog legs at their next meeting. Call me THE SECOND you wake up and know that I’m thinking of you. Lots of hugs, your best-est client.’

“He’s always so good to me,” you said shaking your head and the sad frog sketch Lucio had done on the other side of the card.

“I am glad you have found someone that has made you happy,” Hanzo said almost inaudibly, his eyes turned to the ground, bangs in his face as if trying to hide the sour look on his features.

Was he . . . jealous? Clearly you were feeling a little better because the devious part of your mind was suddenly much more awake. No, you shouldn’t be happy that Hanzo was feeling all put out at the fact that you had someone new if your life, but shit! How many people got to see the illustrious Hanzo Shimada practically dripping in envy?

Plus, it meant that maybe – just maybe – you had a chance to have him back.

Maybe it took almost dying to realize that you were willing to give Hanzo another chance, or maybe that bullet had torn right through your resolve, but you knew what you wanted now, and you were ready to admit it. More than that, you were ready to fight for it.

If Hanzo really wanted you to find love with someone else, fine, you understood, but you weren’t going to just walk away. Not again.

“Perhaps I should go,” Hanzo said abruptly, “the nurse assured me that you will be fine and now that I have seen you for myself I believe I am feeling much more assured. Goodbye, and I hope you – ”

“Woah, woah, woah,” you shouted, sitting up and groaning at the way your body protested. You were shot in the chest, so why did your back feel like agony, too?

Hanzo turned back you, looking very unsure of himself. “What is it?”

“You know Lucio is just a friend, right,” you asked.

He scoffed and glowered at the door. “That is not what the tabloids say.”

“Since when do you put stock in the tabloids,” you said giving him a skeptical look.

“There are photos,” he said grimly, crossing his arms and keeping his gaze off you.

“Of what? Me and my friend walking into a party together? We may have been ‘arm in arm’ and all that, but people do that all the time. He’s just a public figure, so everything gets blown out of proportion,” you said matter-of-factly.

“The pictures of him covered in your blood and sobbing as they brought you to the hospital are quite . . . telling,” he insisted.

“Hanzo! I had just been shot! And he’s one of my friends! One of my best friends, in fact. If Gabe were to be gunned down in front of you wouldn’t you be looking a little disheveled?”

His head bobbed as an admittance that you had a point.

“Come here,” you demanded, holding a hand out to him. His body went rigid, and he didn’t move. “Please,” you pouted, beckoning him again.

This time he slowly made his way to you, stopping far enough away that you had to lunge forward a bit to grab his hand and yank him closer. His eyes were wide with surprise, or maybe concern, but fingers curled automatically around yours. You brought his knuckles to your lips and place a gentle kiss on them, the tension in Hanzo’s shoulders floating away, letting his perfect posture slip into a more relaxed stance. You were glad you still had that effect on him. Big oaf needed to pull that stick out of his ass every now and again.

“Lucio means a lot to me, but not the way you do,” you told him in the most earnest tone you could muster. “You’re the only person I want to be with, you’re the one that I wanted with me more than anyone else when I thought I was dying, and you’re the person I most wanted to see when I opened up my eyes in this place.”

“You know,” Hanzo said with a small smile, “you make it very hard to stay away from you.”

He leaned against the rail of your bed and set his palm on your cheek gingerly, you leaned into its warmth. “I guess getting shot has its silver lining.”

“I vehemently disagree,” he barked firmly, “it should not have taken a gunshot to bring us back together. A conversation would have done just as well.”

“Hey, for the record, I tried that,” you retaliated. “That night in your brother’s big fancy bathroom I wanted to talk about it but you – ”

Hanzo silenced you by placing his thumb over your lips, and you giggled, kissing the pad of his finger in delight. Having him this close again was everything you had hoped it would be. “I am sorry for that night,” he said tenderly, “I was only trying to – ”

“Trying to do the right thing,” you finished for him, nodding understandingly. “I know, and I was, too. But I don’t care about what’s ‘right’ anymore. I don’t want to give up on what we could have together, and I know you’re on the way to changing. I’m tired of chasing the ideal of what should happen. I just want to be happy, and you make me happy.”

“My beauty,” he cooed, placing a long kiss on each of your temples, “you make me happy, too.”

“Does that mean you’ll be with me again,” you asked, wriggling closer to him.

“How could I say no,” he chuckled, dancing his fingers along your exposed arm until you shivered, making him grin.

The two of you basked in each other’s presence, but no matter how hard you tried to keep from overthinking things, you had to ask him something.

“Hanzo?”

“Yes?”

“Will I be your sugar baby again or . . . ?”

“I – well – ” he stammered, clearing his throat to buy him time to find an answer.

“The full-fledged relationship idea still freaks you out, doesn’t it,” you asked worriedly.

“Yes,” he huffed frustratedly, “though I do not know why. I know I want to be with you, and I know that I want more than that sort of arrangement with you, but there is something about that word, that step that just . . . fills me with a dread I do not understand.” Hanzo looked down to you, an ashamed expression on. “I am sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you said stroking his jawbone, “I don’t mind being your sugar baby again, but I’d like to set down a new set of rules and whatnot.”

“Of course,” he said, sounding relieved, “I believe that would be necessary.”

“But you are still going to your therapist, right?”

“Yes,” he said with a strong nod, “and this is something we have discussed lightly, but, as you know, there is much about me that needs to be . . . dealt with.”

“We’re all a work in progress,” you assured Hanzo, pulling him down so you could kiss him on the nose. The token of affection made his face go a little red, and you burst out laughing. “Good god I missed you and the way you blush, handsome.”

“I am quite convinced that you are the only one who can make me blush,” he grumbled, smirking just a tinge.

“Oh I bet Genji could tell me some fun stories that would make you all flustered,” you teased.

“Just who’s side are you on,” he said with a scowl.

“Mine,” you said brightly, “a girl’s got to put herself first, you know, and that’s what I do.”

“And I adore you for it,” Hanzo hummed, meshing his fingers into yours.

“Don’t worry,” you said, giving him a gentle squeeze, “I’ll always be in your corner, though.”

“A fact that makes me infinitely stronger.”

“I’m glad you realize that,” you said, beaming at his progress, “a couple of months ago I pegged you for the ‘I don’t need anyone’ type.”

“I have since learned a few things, met a few people who have shown me otherwise,” Hanzo said, holding your clasped hands to his heart.

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surveys-at-your-service · 6 years ago

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Survey #134

“i got detention ‘cuz i made a face; nobody believed me that it’s stuck that way.”

If you were to die today would your life be complete? No. How good is Coca-Cola? It's my second-favorite soda. Who was the last person you took a picture with?  My niece Aubree <3 Do you have a bad temper?   No. Do you know anyone who is pregnant right now?  One acquaintance, one old friend off the top of my head. Have you ever had someone pick you up off the ground and carry you? Mom when I passed out. If you were in the hospital, do you think any of your exes would come see you? Girt probably would, and he's the only one I wouldn't have a problem with visiting. If you were kicked out of your house, would the last person you texted take you in? I'm sure they would, but it's more realistic I'd live with my dad. If you were immortal for a day, what would you do? Skydive. What fictional place would you most like to go to? Yo can I go to Azeroth. Who has impressed you most with what they’ve accomplished? UHHHHHH. I'm honestly not quite sure. But Mark is like super high on the list, if not #1. I'm not well-informed on a lot of people's accomplishments lajsfdaowe. What’s something you like to do the old-fashioned way? Hmmmm. Good question. What is one thing you really want but can’t afford? Lmao dude I want so many expensive things atm. What is the most impressive thing you know how to do? I almost snorted reading this question because like do you honestly expect something impressive of me. I... guess I understand Sony Vegas well? What are some of the turning points in your life? Uhhhh meeting my ex, the divorce, discovering my passion for photography, the breakup, re-uniting with Dad, r e c o v e r y. What’s your cure for hiccups? NOTHING. NOTHING WORKS. Don’t you think it’d be cool to see a colossal squid? FUCKING NOPE THEY ARE SPAWNS OF THE NIGHTMARE REALM. What kind of steak do you prefer? When I ate meat, I liked medium well. Has anyone ever cheated on their significant other with you? Yes, allow me to (not) tell you about my stupid 12-year-old self. Are you fascinated by outer space? *cue the Mark "Space is Cool" mix* Do you answer your phone when it’s a number you don’t recognize? Never. When washing your hands, do you wet your hands or put soap on first? Put the soap on. When was the hardest you ever cried? What was the circumstance? The night of the breakup. I had left the house to walk to Jason's, and Mom got in the car and kept driving in front of me to stop me (I was too practically catatonic to run). Eventually gave up, she drove me home, and when she opened the door, it was my goal to run to the kitchen and slit my throat, but the moment I made the action to run, she pretty much tackled me and I sobbed my lungs out for like 30 minutes. Fuck that entire night. Who were your last 3 Facebook messages from and what do they say? "lol but hey thats the world we live in lol well goodnight honey and i hope to speak to u again" from Leslie, "How quaint O:" from Girt, "Its okay :)" from Amanda. Who was the last person to comment on your Facebook status? What does the comment say? Sara saying "YEP" when I shared a picture of straight people dating versus lesbians and it was spot-on. Which do you use the most, smiley faces, kisses or hearts? Faces, probs. Do you like sweet or salty popcorn? Ohhhh both. But I've gotta side with salty. Have you ever had to put your hand over someone’s mouth to keep them quiet? Once. Have you ever fed a wild animal? Yes. The last time you packed, where were you going? Sara's. Do you believe in astrology? Definitely not. Do you have an accent? Not really, but you can pick up a southern tone with some words. Example, my "your" sounds more like "yer," usually. Has someone ever made you a Build-A-Bear? No. Do you sing in the shower? I have been a tad bit lately... I used to never. Are you satisfied with your current camera? My phone camera is SHIT, and I need a new actual camera. 55-200mm lens is broken, the other one's automatic focus setting is and I'm not great at manual focus. Have you ever been in a choir? In Catholic church, yes. Does it bother you to have dirt on the bottom of your bare feet? Y E S Has anyone ever told you that you have a big butt? I literally have the flattest ass of any female you'll ever meet. Do you often skip breakfast? Pretty much daily now, yeah. I'm fasting and don't eat until 11, so breakfast's passed. Last person who drove you somewhere (besides your parents)? Nicole. Who last grabbed your behind? I'm sure it was Chelsea being her crazy self. Do you eat raw cookie dough? Yeah dukes up salmonella. Do you watch Grey’s Anatomy? No. Would you survive in prison? No. I would find one way or another to kill myself. Do you drink? Smoke? Do drugs? Why, or why not? Rarely, no, no. I drink usually in celebratory settings to loosen up some and sometimes just because I like the flavor of weak, fruity alcohol. Smoking's gross, drugs are ew. What was the first cigarette you ever smoked? Never smoked. Are you scared about the end of the world? If I'mma be in it, hell yeah. But it's not something I actively worry about because I don't think it'll happen in my lifetime. Do you prefer landmarks or street names when being given directions? Landmarks. I don't know street names for shit. Do you read the prologues in the beginnings of books? Yes. Where is one place that you’d never be caught dead in? Never be caught dead in, ever... uhhhh... nothing's coming to mind right now. Oh wait. Probably a strip club. Apple Jacks: yay or nay? YAY. Do you have a favorite Scooby-Doo movie? Yeah, but I don't remember which one. ;-; It's that one where the girl says her name is Mary Jane and Shaggy goes, "That's, like, my favorite name." Totally went over my head as a kid lmao. Have you ever met a guy for coffee? No, I hate coffee anyway. Who is your pet most attached to in your family? Teddy's most attached to me, I'm the only one who has any physical contact with Venus and she trusts me, Bentley is bonded with Mom, and Mitsu is still apprehensive of anyone. Does the last person you shared a bed with mean anything to you? The whole world and more. What do you normally do when you’ve had a really bad day? Cry, have a shit attitude occasionally, a nap is common, talk to Sara, binge my favorite Markiplier videos. When is the next time you will wear a dress? Hm. Maybe this summer if I'm confident enough in my body by then lmao. On the main page on YouTube, what’re the three recommended videos? 8-BitGaming beating SCP: Containment Breach, a DanAndPhilGAMES video of Golf With Friends, and then an 8-BitRyan vid of the full release of Raft. Do you know anyone from Canada? Yeah, my former roommate's ex. Are thongs sexy? Yeah, but oml I know I couldn't wear one. Did you grow up in a healthy environment? I wouldn't say "healthy," no. My dad was an alcoholic at the time, parents always fought, and our neighborhood was dangerous. Heavy rain or heatwave? Heavy rain, easily. Fuck the heat. You have a choice to shoot your father or die, what would you do? I hate these damn questions, but I'd rather die. My father deserves the longest and happiest life possible without the betrayal of his daughter. If killing yourself meant saving the world, would you? Yeah. It's a lose-lose situation for me; if I didn't, I'd still die if the world's gonna end. Who knows your most darkest memory or secret? Jason and Mom should know, and whoever read those specific surveys. Who was the last person you almost went out with? Meh. Juan. We talked and hung out once in... late 2016 I think and I was pretty confused as to how I felt about him. Meanwhile, he hasn't kept it a secret in the least he's liked me since freshman year. He's always treated me like a gentleman should, but I know the dark and disgusting parts of him. Glad I decided against it. The Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, or The Beatles? Stones. What does your grandma call you? Just my name. And what do you call your grandmother? Grammy. Would you rather have a pool or a hot tub? Pool. Do you think ‘everything bagels’ are disgusting? No, but I have to be in the mood for one. Do you find serial killers fascinating? I wouldn't call them as a whole fascinating, but what has to be going on in their brains to create such grotesque desires and creativities. Do you have high blood pressure? No. Have you ever pumped gas? No. I'm 22 btw lmao. Have your parents ever caught you drinking? I mean Mom's seen me with a drink when she didn't know I'd gotten one, but I wouldn't call it "caught" since I'm allowed to and I made no effort to make it secretive. Do you prefer writing by hand or typing? Typing. Writing makes my carpal tunnel act up quickly, and besides, typing's way faster. Think of one of the biggest decisions you've had to make in your life. If you made a different choice, how different would your life be now? Panicking and telling Mom when I overdosed. I took way more than what I should've taken of a cold medicine I can't even look at now, but I don't think it would've killed me based on how I felt, but then again, the fluids or whatever I got to purge it could've saved me; however, I feel like I would've killed myself through another method if I didn't tell her. It all led to the psychiatric care I needed. Have you ever taken a course on CPR? No, but I should. Do you wear a watch? No, I don't even own one. When are you at your most energetic? A little after waking up. Just gotta get over the initial drowsiness. Do you like playing cards? If so, what's your favorite game? I don't really enjoy card games. I liked Magic: The Gathering tho when I was with Jason, but I wasn't that good at it considering it's got like a billion rules. I'd still play with someone who knew how to, though. I loooove the PS3 version that was made for it, it was much easier and I found it relaxing. And I adore the artwork like jfc. What are your parents’ natural hair colors? What is yours? Extremely dark brown, black, dirty blonde but turned to brown. How do you react to random strangers suddenly trying to make conversation with you? I get nervous. Do you like Slim Jims? YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS MAMA. Have you ever been in a castle? The Disney World castle, if that counts? Would you rather write a mystery or love story? A love story. Are you afraid of getting shots? No. I don't like them, but. What do you currently hear? "Pour Some Sugar On Me" cover by Ninja Sex Party. What’s one text that you saved? Two texts from Sara that I love way too much. Have you ever cut your own hair? No. What’s your favorite color combination? Probably orange and black bc Halloween. Did you share a locker at school? No. Have you ever sang karaoke? No. How old were you when you went on your first date? Huh, I dunno. Just the guy and myself? Probably dinner with Jason at 16? Has anyone besides your family seen you naked? Yeah. Would you rather have strep throat or an ear infection? Holy fuck, after my last ear infection? Strep. Where was your first job? GameStop. Have you ever been to a night club? No. Do all good things really come to an end? No, not all. How many people do you trust with your life? Three. Are you too kind for your own good? Don't think so. Have you ever held a baby? Yeah. What's your favorite '90s TV show? The Nanny. What are you favorite book series? Warriors. Favorite superheroes? I know he's technically an anti-hero, but does Deadpool still count? If not, uh. Batman I guess. Would people consider you more immature or mature? Mature, probably. Would you say most of your friends are older or younger than you? Younger. If you have a significant other, do you get jealous of people a lot? She knows I was insecure as fuck in the beginning. Now, nope. Who was your best friend in the fifth grade? Ummm I think Quiata? Do your parents still help you financially? I don't have a job. So. Have either of your parents ever been in trouble with the law? Don't think so. Do you have a preferred brand of bottled water? Essentia. Thanks for not having it, NC. Are you more prone to overthinking things, or being too impulsive? Hunny I overthink if I have to pee or not if it's not a massive need. How bad are your worst cramps on a scale of 1-10? Eh, maybe just a seven thanks to the pill. Have you ever thrown up from cramps? No. List three people you had a hard time forgiving. JASON, Dad, Mom multiple times. Who was your first celebrity crush? Jesse McCartney. If applicable, what form of birth control do you use? The pill. But it's for cramps. Are you happy with your gender? Yeah. What gender do you identify as? Female. What gender were you born as? Female. Have you ever gotten high off a prescription medication? No. Have you ever used a tampon? Yeah. How old were you when your parents talked to you about puberty? I don't think it's something we ever properly "talked" about, but rather indirectly when Mom taught me how to shave and told me when to start wearing a bra. How many people have you known who were suicidal? Sadly, I think MOST people I know/most friends. What's your favorite pain reliever? Advil. Who has the cutest baby/babies you know? My nephew is literally the cutest child I have EVER seen. Do you have a lot of people blocked on Facebook? Actually yes, but most because Mom instructed me to block them when I was younger. A few are of my own volition. What color is your razor/shaver? Orange and white. What's your boyfriend/girlfriend's sisters name? She doesn't have any sisters. Do you like the sound of violins? YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Would you be interested in going on a blind date? Even if I was single, no. If you formed an unhealthy habit, would it be smoking or drinking? Oh boy, idk. I think an alcohol addiction is more dangerous, but smoking has disgusting consequences. Have you ever bought a video game expansion pack? No. Do you wish YouTube had been around when you were a kid? Nah. I wouldn't want the risk of an earlier technology addiction. Do you remember preschool? Yes. What color(s) was your backpack in high school? Browns and black. It was a Ouija board design. What health conditions do you have? Physically, baaad dry scalp, dry af skin in general, inactive MRSA. I've been over my mental ones enough. Have you ever collected seashells at the beach? Yeah. Did you ever take dance lessons? Yeah, for many years. If you took dance lessons, what was your favorite style of dance? Modern. Have you ever worn a tutu? No. What was your favorite vacation that you went on as a child? Disney World. Have you ever had braces? Yeah. What is your favorite photo editing site? (or what do you use?) I don't use editing sites. I use Photoshop, Lightroom, or PhotoScape. How many times did you take your driver's test? I haven't yet.

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Psycho- Chapter 3+4

Chapter 3

Unknown number: Hey Seohyun!

Seohyun: hi...

Unknown number: I'm Jun-seo, remember me

Seohyun: oh, srry

Jun-seo: it's okay

: can I ask you something??

Seohyun: yeah... sure

Jun-seo: why did you want to jump off earlier?

Seohyun: It's just that...

Jun-seo: it's okay if you don't wanna tell me

Seohyun: Hmm... that'd be better

Jun-seo: So, umm what r u up to this weekend??

Seohyun: Nth much I'll probably be studying and stuff

Jun-seo: Do you wanna go to the amusement park then?

Seohyun: I'm not really sure if I can...

Jun-seo: Come on, pwease

Seohyun: Aish, okay then

Jun-seo: Great, meet me at the rooftop then

Seohyun: Okie

Jun-seo: I gotta go now, I'll text to u soon

: Bye and tc

Seohyun: U too...

Seohyun smiled at her phone, nobody ever had texted her like that in so long. She was finally happy there was someone that cared about her, but she was curious as to why he had to help her out of the blue like that...

There was a man dressed in all black from head to toe, he was wearing a cap and a mask so it was hard as to who he was. He was holding an extremely sharp knife in his hands. The knife was so sharp, it was as if it could pierce through a human's body. On his other hand, he was holding a tight grip on Seohyun's wrists. She shrieked and yelled in pain at the sudden movement.

"Don't worry this will only hurt for a while," the male voice said. Somehow for Seohyun, this voice was somewhat familiar to her. It was as if she knew this person before. She shuttered at the words that he said. She couldn't think what the worst thing that could happen to her.

The man walked closer to her and closed her eyes with a cloth. Then he lightly traces the knife onto her skin but it wasn't too dark to draw blood. He knew how much she wanted to die and he's going to make that happen. He cared about her after all, he would want to grant her wishes at the end of the day.

"Trust me, this is for your own good," he murmured in a low, deep voice that sent shivers down her spine. Then in one swift moment, he stabbed the sharp knife right at her lower abdomen.

Blood flows down from her body like a waterfall and she collapsed on the floor. City lights that surrounded her suddenly became dimmer and her eyelids felt heavier each time.

Maybe her wishes were becoming a reality...

Chapter 4

The sound of her alarm clock wakes her up as the sun shines through her thin lace curtains. Last night was terrifying for her, she had a nightmare that felt too real to be true and her heart is still racing until now. Memories came back flooding in her head as she looked down at her wrist.

-Ding- (Notification bell rings)

Jun-seo: Heya! R u almost ready?

She was delighted with his enthusiasm. Her eagerness skyrocketed to go to the amusement park and have some fun after a long time. But after last night, her subconsciousness was scared and worried sick of what might happen to her.

Seohyun: Yeah, I'm getting ready rn

Seohyun: Thanks for taking me there today btw

Jun-seo: It's okie

Seohyun: Hm, see u soon!

She started getting ready for the day because canceling all of their fun plans tonight would let him down. She decided to wear a cute light-yellow summer dress since overdressing would make her look prissy but being presentable was still a priority. Just as he was about to pick her up, she checked whether her parents were there. Glancing at the dining room it was just, as usual, nobody was there in the dining room waiting for her to join breakfast like the other families. She casually smiled in her mind with gratitude and headed out to the rooftop. On the way to the rooftop, she noticed something strange. The usual stench seems to be gone. But thinking about the day ahead of her, ignored it and happily walked up the stairs.

(Time skip: At the rooftop)

When Seohyun reached the rooftop, she was surprised by how the rooftop had changed dramatically. At first, when she first found the place, it was covered with a bunch of random scraps of things with some plants in the corner and a small lamp in the middle. Now, it almost looked like a fairy wonderland. Everything on the rooftop feels special, there was a section for plants and the place was lit up with an assortment of lights. There was a seating area too with blankets and pillows on top of it. The place looks dreamy and a lot cleaner than before. The little apartment in the room looked improved than before and the broken windows were now replaced with new ones.

Seohyun smiled at herself when she heard a familiar voice from behind,

"Looks like someone likes what I did with this place," Jun-seo smiled.

"So, you did this?" she said surprisingly with widening eyes.

"Yep," he said looking proud as he continued "this apartment was empty and it was on sale, so I decided to buy it and give it a touch-up,"

"Woah... nice job Jun-seo!" Seohyun said as she gave him a big thumbs up.

"Come, I have something to show you," he said as he held her hands. The moment he did that, Seohyun froze. The touch felt familiar like the one in her dreams as memories from her worst fears came back flooding in her head. She let out a whimper and her face went pale.

"Hey, are you okay?" Jun-seo asked in a worried voice.

"Nothing, it's just that I had a nightmare last night," she mumbled.

"It's okay, there's nothing to be afraid of, we don't have to go to the amusement park if you don't want to..." he insisted, hoping she would feel better.

"Yeah, can we do that some other day?" she asked and continued "I'm sorry to let you down but even if I went there today I don't know if I could even be happy there," she started rambling to herself.

"It's okay, we can do this another time," he said trying to look happy, but his expression shows it all. He was sad and disappointed that Seohyun couldn't go there today with him because he wanted to make her happy. However, Seohyun on the other hand felt really guilty that she had to cancel their plans and felt pity for Jun-seo that planned so much to make her happy.

"Jun-seo, why don't we spend our time up here instead?" she smiled "it's a pretty day today anyway,"

"I'd love that," he replied. His disappointed expression was gone, he thought she would go back home and rest up. But instead, she wanted to stay up here and hang out with him.

(Time Skip)

It's been more than 5 hours that they've been talking on the rooftop, they were getting to know each other better and it felt very strange for Seohyun because she never had friends who were this kind to her before. She had always been an introvert and nobody really cared about her emotions. They both were tired of all the talking. They were talking since the morning and only went downstairs to get some food and nothing more. Jun-seo shared about why he came back from studying abroad and his family life. Hearing Jun-Seo's happy family made her sad. All she wanted with her parents was to be like normal families, but she ignored those feelings because she wanted to be happy. Even if it's just for today, she didn't want to bring him down. They both shared their dreams, their fears, and their goals in life. It felt like someone once relate to her.

At the end of the day, Seohyun had a lot of fun talking and expressing to someone her feelings and her life. She never had a person in her life to who she could talk to and express her feelings. It was the best day of her life. They had fun after the day and went back to their place feeling tired and satisfied for the day.

If only this happiness lasts long...

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