#hell I’ll get my face tattooed on my cheek or something that’s hilarious

[fredthedemonpartner]

If there’s one thing that is keeping me from creating art it’s gotta be the looming concept of the art that I need to make to perfectly represent and understand myself, that dulls everything that fails to meet these expectations and falls slightly short. And as the obvious conclusion to not having the physical or mental abilities necessary to make this mythical art, I am continually giving up. It fee like a hundred individual details it needs to include are just floating around and I can’t ever put them together correctly.

[rowanaelinn]

Marry me.

warning : nsfw

this is my first time writing smut or just writing a fic in general so i’m sorry if it’s cringy :(

“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you speechless before, buzzard.”

Rowan looked up to meet her eyes. He could see the hint of worry, hidden by her smirk. He hated to see any other emotions on her face than pure happiness. He would normally try to wash away the worry, but right now he had to focus on his own emotions. Aelin had always been the kind of person to say disturbing things and it was one of the things he loved the most about her. He would never get bored at her side, even if she settled and became immortal. But now, she had just said the most disturbing thing Rowan had ever heard in his three centuries of life.

“You..” He began and had to take a minute so his voice would stop shaking, he wasn’t ashamed to show emotions in front of her. Never in front of her. “You want us to marry?” He had to be sure because there was no way he heard her right.

She took a deep breath and nodded with a small smile on her perfect face.

“Just… Give me a minute, Fireheart.” He shook his head, trying to chase away Lyria’s screams and the images of her dead body. He had left her alone. If he had been capable of doing that to his mate, what would he be able to do to his wife? No matter that his feelings for Aelin were stronger and deeper than anything he had ever felt for anyone before, he was still a bad person. He would drive a dagger through his heart before hurting Aelin intentionally, but what could he do unwittingly? He took her hand in his and guided her so she straddled him. His hands automatically found her waist and hers went to both sides of his face.

“I know what you are, Rowan. And I want nothing more than what you’re already giving me. I want nothing more than your love. You’re already giving me so much .” She confessed and kissed him. It wasn't heated or guided by passion. It was her way to show him she was saying the truth. “You’re everything I want, and you are more than enough, Rowan.”

“Fireheart…” He murmured when she pressed their foreheads together.

“I love you, Rowan. That’s why I want to marry you, not because of what you can bring me to win this war.”

“The war is still a reason, though, isn’t it?” He asked and she sighed, closing her eyes.

“It makes me want to do it earlier and quicker than what I wished. I wish we could have waited after my coronation, so we could have everything you and I ever dreamed of, but time isn’t our ally.” She opened her eyes and as always he was struck by the intensity of her gaze. He couldn’t look away from her even if he wanted to. “But something tells me you would be happy to skip the endless wedding celebrations Terassen has to offer.”

She smiled and he chuckled softly, a sound only Aelin have the privilege to hear. “You know me so well.”

“I do.” She kissed him. “But if you don’t want to marry me, it’s okay.”

“I’ve wanted to marry you since the moment you smiled at me through your flames.” He told her. The Gods knew how much he wanted to marry her, his queen, his… No, he had to get rid of this traitorous thought. He wanted to marry her, but he wasn’t really sure why she would want him .

“Yeah?” She asked with a smile. He could see the concern leaving her beautiful face.

“I’ve wanted to do so many things to you, with you, at that moment. Marrying you was one of them.”

“Other things?”

“Off-topic” He growled and she laughed.

“You never answered, buzzard.”

He took her face between his hands, forcing her eyes to meet his. “It would be an honor to be your husband, Fireheart.” And he kissed her. Both of their smiles preventing them from deepening the kiss, but he didn’t care. All that mattered in the world was the female in his arms. He knew she wasn’t only marrying him for love, but also for the security of Terrasen. If anything happened to her, Terrasen would have a king she trusted. Someone who thought as she did, with the same values. Deep down, he knew he would be lost without her. He would ask Lorcan or anyone else strong enough, to kill him. Life didn’t have any sense before he met her, and it would lose all sense if he lost her.

“If you keep kissing me we won’t leave this room.” She murmured onto his lips, making his smile bigger. He bought his lips back on hers, enjoying the feeling. “We need witnesses.” She interrupted again.

“Aedion and Lysandra.” They were the only two people other than Aelin he trusted on this boat. A year ago, it would have been Lorcan, Gavriel, or even Fenrys. But now he couldn’t even trust them with being around Aelin, not when they were bond to another queen. “I want our family to be here.”

Aelin’s smile was so contagious he started smiling again, too. “I like the sound of that.” She said, softly. He raised his eyebrows to ask a silent question. “ Our family.” That’s what they were, their family. Rowan already thought about getting the same tattoo as Aedion, all their names, close his heart. He would get it if he survived this war.

“You go wake up Lysandra.” He said, taking his hands off her. “And I’ll go wake up Aedion and the captain.”

-

Aelin knocked on the door as fast and as strong as possible, not caring if she woke up everyone on this floor. She was feeling so much, so much that it made her shaking. Lysandra opened the door after two minutes of intense knocking. She looked tired, and Aelin might have felt bad for waking her up if she wasn’t feeling so much joy. Aelin took a breath and then, “I’m getting married.”

Lysandra frowned, opened her mouth, closed it. Opened it again, and closed it again. She shook her head, sighing. “I don’t know why I’m still surprised.”

“I’m getting married right now and I need a witness. Are you in or do I have to wake someone else up?” Aelin asked, knowing very well Lysandra wouldn’t miss a secret wedding for all the world.

“Don’t you dare, and come in.” She said and took Aelin’s arm a little bit rougher than necessary to drag her inside her room. Aelin stumbled over some clothes on the floor, Lysandra was the messiest person Aelin ever met.

“Lysandra I don’t have time.”

“I think your future husband can wait two minutes.” Aelin’s heart clenched when she heard that. Future husband . Even if she could never tell him they didn’t need to marry because their connection was deeper than any vows they could make before the Gods, at least she could have him this way. Not as her mate but as her husband. “We need to do something.”

“I know,” Aelin said, voice quieter than a minute before. A wedding changes everything. “The plan-”

“Don’t,” Lysandra ordered. “Tonight is your happy night, Aelin. We’ll talk, yes, tomorrow. Tonight you think about nothing else than being happy and beautiful.” She said with a small smile on her face. She cupped one of Aelin’s cheeks, the gesture of a sister.

“I’m always beautiful.” They both laughed.

“You said he liked gold, didn’t you?” Lysandra asked after a moment when she walked toward the little wardrobe.

Aelin furrowed her eyebrows. “Why?” Lysandra turned toward the queen and smirked. Aelin didn’t know if she found the gesture amusing or scary.

“I have a wedding gift for you.” She said and started looking for something in the wardrobe.

“I am not getting married in a nightgown, Lys,” Aelin warned but a small smile was on her face. It would be hilarious to see Rowan trying to control himself if she walked in the room with the little nightgown she wore in Rilfhold. He would probably kill the captain for seeing her in such scandalous clothes. He would maybe try to kill Aedion too, cousin or not.

“Of course you’re not, you’re getting married in this.” She said as she turned around. She had a very long gown in her hands. Aelin's breath caught as she admired the garment. The gown was a deep green that reminded her of Rowan's eyes and when she looked at Lysandra she realized that this was no coincidence. The bodice was adorned with gold lace as was the bottom of the gown.

She didn't know how much this gown cost but it had to be one of the most expensive garments she had ever seen.

“Why… Why do you have that?” She asked, getting closer to the dress to touch it. When she looked up at Lysandra she had a feline smile on her face.

“I just packed some fine clothes, in case we needed them.”

“When could we need clothes like that in the middle of a war?” Aelin asked, tracing the lace pattern with her fingertips. It was one of the prettiest gowns she had ever seen. It was perfect for her. Green was Rowan’s color and gold was hers. It was like the dress was made for her. Made for this special occasion.

“With you, I’m never sure of anything. And see, I was right!”

“I hate you.”

“You love me.” She did, she really did.

“Stop using your mouth and help me get into this.”

-

The gown was perfect, and when she looked in the small mirror Aelin couldn’t see everything, but she knew she looked good. More than good actually. Lysandra hadn't done much to Aelin's hair. She brushed it and tied two front strands to the back of her head to highlight her face and eyes.

“You look great, Aelin.” Lysandra smiled as she made Aelin turn on herself to admire the gown. “Listen I know it is tradition to have something new, something old, something borrowed, and something blue when you marry.” Aelin couldn’t suppress her smile. She didn’t have a lot of memories with her parents but she remembered her mother telling her everything about her wedding. Her gown was blue, Aelin’s father had given her the amulet of Orynth, and Aelin’s uncle had let her borrow one of the tiaras from Terrasen’s collection. She wished her parents could be here tonight.

“The gown is new, you have blue eyes so let’s pretend it works, your future husband is old as hell so he can do the trick.” Aelin burst out laughing. A loud laugh, pure of joy. Lysandra laughed too and made Aelin turn around to look at her. “You need something borrowed.” The shifter said and started taking off the bracelet from her wrist. She took Aelin’s hand and put it in it.

“A bracelet?” She asked as she looked at it. It was a beautiful jewel. It was simple, a gold bracelet with three small pendants attached to each other.

“Sam gave it to me, as an early birthday present. The summer Arobynn sent you away.” She looked up at Lysandra who had a sad smile on her face. "Sometimes I wonder if he knew that one day you and I would become friends. And if he didn't see us as three people who grew up together against a common enemy."

“I can’t…” Aelin’s voice broke and she had to fight against the tears. Sometimes she wondered the same, and she wondered what would happen if Sam was here with them now.

“Take it. So you have something from me and something from him.” Tears were rolling down her face.

“Lysandra, I can’t thank you enough…”

“You don’t need to.” She said and took Aelin in her arms. The two women hugged each other strongly. “I know he is watching us right now, and I know he is happy.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. He is proud of you.” They let go of each other and Aelin wasn’t the only one crying. “Let’s go, his highness is probably waiting for you.”

-

Aelin was putting on her shoes when the door to the room opened, slamming into the wall. The two women turned to see Aedion enter the room, dressed in his fighting clothes, as tradition required in Terrasen. “Girls, don’t wanna rush you but the captain is a cranky bastard and-” He stopped when his eyes found Aelin. “Fuck.”

“Be careful what you say, this my work of art,” Lysandra warned.

Aedion’s mouth opened slightly as he looked at Aelin's outfit. His mouth formed a smile. Big and bright. “You… You look amazing, Aelin.” He said as he walked towards her. Aelin smiled at her cousin and held out her hand for him to take in his. Aelin could see the happiness on her cousin's face, the only member of her family who was still alive. His approval was important to her.

“Will you walk me?” Aelin asked and he squeezed her hand.

“Of course.” he nodded briskly. He shook his head, letting out a breathy laugh, and repeated, "Of course."

“I’m gonna join the groom. Don’t take too much time.” Lysandra said, put her hand on Aedion's shoulder and Aelin couldn't help but notice how her cousin looked at her friend as he turned his head. These two had been flirting since they met but recently that had changed. It had become real. She was happy for him, for both of them. Happy that they found some happiness in the middle of this chaos.

“Not like you did?”

“Keep your pretty mouth shut, Aedion.” The shifter teased before leaving. Aedion turned his head back to Aelin and had a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Heard that? Pretty mouth.”

“You ignored every other word she said, didn’t you?”

“Totally.” They both laughed and Aedion removed his hand from Aelin's before holding out his arm for Aelin to take. She rolled her eyes before sliding her arm under Aedion's. “Ready?”

“Always.” She said, and she really was. Before her parents and uncle were killed, before Terrasen was taken by Ardarlan and before Arobynn found her half-dead, Aelin thought a lot about her wedding. How it would go? Who would walk her down the aisle? But every time she thought about it, she was afraid. Scared of being married for an alliance. Even if she would have done it for her kingdom, she didn't find much pleasure in imagining herself married to someone she didn't love.

But it wasn't marrying Rowan that frightened her. Marrying Rowan was the easiest thing she could imagine. But imagining Rowan as a widower in a few days, a few months at best, made her sick. But she had to do it, even if he was going to hate her.

“I know why you’re doing this,” No, no he didn’t. Not entirely. “But enjoy your night.” He said softly when they left the room. “You’ll get married only once, cousin.”

“Do you approve?” She had to ask. She needed to know if she was doing the right thing.

“Are you asking my opinion? Are you sure you’re alright?” He teased her and she rolled her eyes. She had to pull up her gown to avoid falling down the stairs to the captain's cabin.

“You, Elide, Ren and I are the only children of Terrasen still alive, I need to know what I’m doing is right.”

“I couldn’t think of anyone else fit to be king. I think this is the right choice.” His words eased something in her.

“Good.”

“We’re here.” He said as they stopped in front of a wooden door. “Stressed?”

“No. Not at all. As you said, he is the perfect choice. For both Terrasen and me.”

-

Rowan was seconds away from punching the captain in the face. He was doing his best to ignore his sighs and comments the captain probably thought were quiet. When the captain starts stamping his feet on the floor Rowan grunted as he looked at him, he paled the moment he heard Rowan.

Lysandra tried to hide her laughter but when Rowan turned his head towards her, she laughed harder. Rowan shook his head and tried to hide his own smile.

He heard the door open and he, Lysandra, and the captain turned around. His breath was taken away when he saw her. She was wearing a green and gold gown. Metallic gold, his favorite. He wasn’t sure to be breathing when his eyes took her in from top to bottom, his eyes passing through her cleavage revealing part of her chest. The gown's corset hugged her curves. She had always been beautiful, it always stuck him stupid when he looked at her and today was no exception. He knew she deserved a better man than him, but he didn't care anymore. She was his and he would never let her go.

Aelin and Aedion walked toward him and when they got close enough, Aedion took his arm off Aelin’s before taking it to give it to Rowan. Aelin smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but grin back.

“You hurt her, you’re dead,” Aedion said and Rowan could see the humor in his eyes. He also knew Aedion could guess what Rowan’s look meant. Try me, pup. “Welcome to the family, brother.” Rowan nodded but the words warmed up his heart. His eyes went back to Aelin.

You look amazing, Fireheart.

You’re not so bad yourself.

“Get that look off your face, your Highness,” Lysandra warned Rowan with a playful tone when his eyes found Aelin’s cleavage. He had to take a deep breath to control his body’s reaction. “Don’t even think about ripping it to shreds.”

“Can’t promise that.” He smirked. Aelin laughed softly, the shifter rolled her eyes and Aedion made a noise of disgust.

“Can we finally start? We sail in thirty minutes.” The captain asked with an exasperated voice and Rowan had to keep himself from ripping out his throat. Having him near Aelin was hard enough, the bastard didn’t bother to hide the way he looked at her.

Aelin seemed to remember something, she turned her head toward Lysandra. “Did you-”

“I made him sign everything.” Lysandra cut her off. Lysandra made good words of the promise she made when she joined him here. I know we’re at war, but tonight is your night. Enjoy it, I’m taking care of everything.

“Ready?” Rowan asked her, even if he already knew her answer.

“Ready.” She smiled at him and looked at the captain. “Go straight to the point.”

“Does anyone have rings?" Rings were a mortal tradition. Fae usually only bit their partner as a claiming but they didn’t buy jewels. It’s only at that moment he realized Aelin had grown up as a mortal, she was used to their ways, not the one of the Faes. He opened his hand, held it out to Aelin, and a second later a simple ring made of ice appeared. It wouldn’t last, but at least it was something. Once again he was reminded of how little he could give her. Every thought went out of his head the moment he saw her smile. A moment later the same ring was in her hand but made of fire this time.

"Good. Repeat after me. I, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.”

“I, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.” He couldn’t tear his eyes away from hers and couldn’t hear the captain’s voice... It was like he could see all of her soul, and every bit of it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “Take you, Rowan Whitethorn, to be my lawfully wedded husband.” She took his left hand and slid the ring of fire onto his fourth finger. The flame did not burn, it was just hot enough to be a comforting presence. Just like his Fireheart. “To whatever end.” Like that day on the beach, he felt the claiming in his soul. He was still only barely aware of the captain talking beside them.

“I, Rowan Whitethorn.” A tear rolled down Aelin's cheek and a twin tear fell from Rowan's eye. Happy. That’s what they were at that very moment. For the first time, nothing else than them mattered. “Take you, Aelin Fireheart Ashryver Galathynius, to be my lawfully wedded wife.” He slid the ring he made her on her finger. When he was done, she kept his hand in hers, linking their fingers together. “To whatever end.”

They spent what felt like hours looking into each other's eyes. He was barely aware of the tears streaming down her face or her smile. Looking at her that way he could admire everything about her soul. Her darkness and her light. Her flaws and her qualities. Every part of her, no matter how dark, was sublime. And he loved them just as much.

He loved everything about her, even all those things that drove him crazy with anger a few months ago, he loved them anyway. Because she was Aelin. Because they were one soul in two bodies, destined to find each other one day. Their powers had been created to complement each other. They had been created to complement each other.

He could hear nothing but Aelin's racing heartbeat. He didn't care what the captain said, he was going to kiss his wife and no one could stop him. He put his hand on Aelin's cheek before leaning in and putting his lips on hers. She let go of his hand before wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her body to his. His free arm was wrapped around her waist, the satin of the gown caressed his hand. He wanted no space between them. Whether it was their bodies or their souls.

He was only slightly aware of the captain's scream of fear as Aelin's flames and Rowan's ice began to wrap around them. Their magic played together in rhythm with the soft strokes of their tongues against each other.

Being in her arms, soul against soul, was home. Aelin was his home.

-

The moment their bedroom door slammed shut, Rowan pressed Aelin against the wall. His mouth on hers, Aelin wasted no time before starting to unbutton her husband's shirt. Husband . It changed everything and nothing at the same time.

Unable to focus on Rowan's shirt as he kissed her passionately and his hands roamed over her body, Aelin tore off Rowan's shirt, making him chuckle softly. He always preferred it when Aelin made a mess, anyway. When his hands found her backside, Aelin couldn't help but move her hips forward to rub against Rowan's. She needed him, now.

"Would Lysandra be angry if I ruined this gown?" He murmured against her mouth, his voice low and deep, betraying his desire.

"Very."

"Fun." He said before ripping the gown from the back. He slid the gown material off her shoulders to drop it to the floor as he continued to kiss her. When his hands returned to her waist he grunted. Aelin smirked, glad he'd found Lysandra's latest surprise. He stepped back to look at her fully. She wasn't naked under the dress as he might have thought. She was dressed in the golden nightgown.

She could feel his burning gaze on every inch of her skin. Her breathing was ragged and she bit her lip as her eyes met Rowan's again. She could almost guess what he wanted to do to her. Far too much, considering they only had fifteen minutes to consume their marriage. She could smell his scent loading with arousal and she smiled at the way it affected him. He wanted her so badly that she didn't need to be naked to turn him on.

"Are you going to watch me all night or are you finally going to do something?"

"What do you want me to do, Aelin?" He asked slowly, cocking his head. He was looking at her like she was prey, and she loved it.

"Why don’t you show your queen how much you love her?" She challenged him. His eyes never left hers as a lazy grin came over his face and he fell to his knees facing her. Her breathing quickened. This wasn't what she had in mind, but who was she to complain? The most powerful pure-blooded Fae was kneeling before her. A king was on his knees. He would never have to kneel for anyone ever again but he would for her, for his queen, for his wife.

She could feel his warm breath on her scarred skin. He kissed her thigh and continued to kiss her skin as he moved up to the place she needed him most. Before he reached the edge of her nightgown, he repeated his actions on her other leg.

She was about to catch fire. She had more control over her powers than she did on the beach, but she couldn't contain it anymore. She needed him, right now.

She squirmed beneath his lips and he slid his hands from her legs to her backside to keep her in place. He groaned when he ran his hands under her nightgown and found no underwear.

"Rowan, please," Aelin begged him. She had learned how much he liked hearing her beg for him. He pulled up her nightgown and she felt his hot breath on her most sensitive part. He looked up at her and smiled.

"You look so beautiful, Fireheart," he said before parting her fold. She couldn’t think of any answer as she felt his tongue on her after he took her left leg and put it on his shoulder. She was completely exposed to her and it made him groan.

He didn't waste time before finding her clit and when he did she threw her head back, moaning. He licked and sucked exactly the way she loved. She felt one of his fingers at her entrance and she was a goner. She prayed that Rowan had put a magic shield around their room but it wouldn’t bother her if everyone on this boat heard them. Heard how she planned to claim him.

He snuck one finger in her and then a second one. Her right hand found his hair and pulled them. She started grinding against his face, just needing a little more to reach her climax. Rowan curled his fingers and found the spot that made her scream every single time. "Rowan, please, please, please…" She didn’t even know what she was begging for. He kept working her higher and higher and she never wanted this moment to stop. She came when she felt his free hand slide on her body to reach her breast and play with her nipple, crying out his name. Even if he wanted to windrow he couldn’t with the strength she used to hold his head against her.

He softened his actions but didn’t stop while she climaxed, working her through her orgasm. He took his fingers out of her and gave her clit one last lick before getting back on his feet. She wanted to kiss him, needed it, but his mouth was already busy licking his fingers. He held her gaze and that was probably the most erotic sight Aelin had ever seen.

"You taste so good, Aelin. I could stay on my knees forever for you." When did he become so talkative? She couldn’t complain, it turned her on. Her quiet prince hid his dirty mouth quite well.

Even if she just came she needed more. She needed him. She didn’t waste time before taking a step toward him to kiss him while her hands explored his body. Aelin wished they had more than a few minutes to enjoy their time together. But they didn’t, so her hand quickly found the bulge in Rowan’s pants. He barked a curse and Aelin smirked, proud to cause this reaction.

She could taste herself in his mouth and it made her moan. If she didn’t have him in the next two minutes she would die.

Aelin took off his sword belt, making the weapons fall on the floor. If Fenrys who was in the cabin just under theirs didn’t know what was happening, he surely would now. Aelin broke the kiss and stopped Rowan when he tried to kiss her again.

She used all her strength to push him on the bed, making him fall on his back. He looked at her with a feral grin. Rowan parted his still-clothed legs to let Aelin stand between them.

Very slowly, she slid her hands on her body. His gaze followed her hands on her breast, teasing her nipples. She took off one of the nightgown’s straps, and then the other one. The garment slipped off her body and fell to the floor, revealing her naked body. Rowan's eyes darkened at the sight of his wife. He sat up to touch her, his hands touched her hips while his eyes never left her, drinking in the sight of her body. He kissed her stomach, and before things could fall out of Aelin's control, she stopped him.

She shook her head slowly, pushing Rowan onto his back as she climbed on top of him, her knees on either side of his body. His hands found her backside and he grunted as he pressed her to him.

One of Aelin's hands unbuttoned Rowan's pants and he helped her slide them down his legs. He removed his pants, dropping them to the floor, joining the rest of their clothes. She rolled her hips, looking for friction.

"What are you waiting for, your majesty?" He whispered between kisses.

"Bastard." She replied but before she could take him in her hand, he flipped them over, causing her to fall onto her back. His body covered hers and she could feel his hard length so close to where she needed him.

"Now, is that a good way to talk to your husband, Aelin?" He teased and slid his hand up her body until it ended on her neck. Rowan's eyes didn't leave Aelin's, checking to make sure everything was okay as is hand, that until now had been just a faint presence on her neck, began to squeeze a little tighter at her sides, Aelin groaned and closed her legs, trying to find some friction.

His other hand found one of her nipples and drew circles around it, then went down her body to spread her legs and find her parted folds. One of his fingers found her bundle of nerves and drew little circles, just the way she liked it. She threw her head back and moaned his name as he tightened his grip on her neck a little more.

"What is it you want, Aelin?" He asked as he stooped to kiss her breast. He couldn't answer, too focused on every spot he touched on her body. "What is it that you want, Aelin?" He repeated as he lifted his head to look into her eyes. He slid a finger inside her, making her cry out his name.

"Please, Rowan."

"Tell me what you want and you shall have it, my Queen."

She took his head in her hands, forcing their lips to almost touch. "Fuck me, please, take me now I need you."

“Fuck." He kissed her and she opened her mouth, letting his tongue in. Rowan's hand that was pleasuring Aelin between her legs left that spot to pin her hands above her head. She wrapped her legs around Rowan's hips and he swore.

They didn't have much time left so the hand he had around her neck slid down and found his cock. He teased her entrance, she bucked her hips, tried to make him do something , but with his weight on her, she couldn’t do anything.

“You’re such a desperate little thing, aren’t you?” He murmured in her ear and she felt her core clenched at his words. She didn’t know what was happening with him but she loved it. She loved being the only one to know this side of him.

"If you don't do anything I promise you that-" She was cut off by a groan when he suddenly entered her. He was so big and she needed a few moments to adjust.

"Anything you want, Ms. Whitethorn Galathynius." He said into her ear before he began to push into her.

He nibbled on her ear and she threw her head back as his free hand found her neck and again he applied pressure to the sides.

His thrust quickened and she tried to free her hands, needing to touch him but he wouldn't let her. She knew why, if he couldn't give her more than he was already giving her for this war, he would do anything for her in their room.

“Let me touch you, please,” she begged him when she closed her eyes, focusing on the pleasure. He let her hands go and they automatically found his back, trying to bring him even closer to her.

She scratched his back and he growled. One of her hands went up to his head to make him kiss her. The kiss was messy but she loved it. "Harder," she moaned and he complied. The only sounds in the room were their moans and the sounds of skin against skin.

Rowan's free hand slipped between their bodies and found her clit, making her cry out. He dropped his head into the crook of her neck and Aelin knew his body well enough to know that he was close.

She felt herself falling off the edge, she just needed a little more to find her climax. She would like to say a lot of things, but the only word she felt like she knew at that moment was his name.

"Come for me, Fireheart." He ordered her with as much authority in his voice as possible. "Come for me." His movements on her clit quickened and she didn't know if she was screaming or crying, probably both, she wasn't aware of anything other than where they were joined. She bit her bottom lip, trying to stay quiet. “Let me hear you, Aelin.” And she did.

He removed his hand from her neck, stopping to play with her breath and before she could beg him to do it again he sank his teeth into her neck. The pain immediately turned to pleasure and that was just what she needed. She reached her orgasm and was only vaguely aware that she was screaming his name. She tightened her legs around Rowan's hips, making it difficult to move. But he continued to prolong her orgasm while searching for his own.

His thrusts were messy and sloppy, and when she bit him on his shoulder a few seconds later he finished inside her, grunting her name on the sensitive skin of her neck after he bit her.

They were trying to catch their breath when Rowan fell onto the bed right next to her. How could it get any better every single time? She could never have enough, she would always need more. More Rowan. More intimacy between the two of them. She turned on her side and tried to hug him but before she could touch him he stood up and Aelin frowned. He usually stayed more in bed with her, but she didn't mind admiring his backside.

He took the bucket of seawater they had in their room and took some in his hand. She understood what he wanted to do and she smiled. "Rowan." She stopped him as she got up from the bed. He looked back at her and had a satisfied smile on his face at the sight of his wife walking naked towards him. "Let me."

He nodded and she took the water and placed it on his shoulder. He squeaked slightly and Aelin laughed. Instead of saying something, he took the water too and placed it on her neck. She squeaked too and it was Rowan's turn to laugh. Their marks were now forever etched in their skin. A claim. He was hers and she was his. She wanted the world to know it. She wanted the world to know Rowan was the reason she was happy. She also wanted him to have something other than memories when she would leave. So he could never forget her.

"I love you, Aelin. To whatever end." He put his forehead against her and she threw her arms around him, wanting him as close to her as possible.

"I love you, Rowan. To whatever end."

[princecharmingwinks]

Sterek Fic Rec - February 2021. Ah the month of love! And what better way to spend the second month of the year than to read about our two adorable dorks. Enjoy another list of fanfiction recommendations!

It's A Love Story, Baby, Just Say Yes by fairytalesandfolklore (1/1 | 1,825 | Teen)

For a while, there's a whole lot of nothing, just the sound of water splashing against tile, the scent of Stiles's Old Spice body wash wafting in the summer air, and— Wait. Is that…is Stiles singing Taylor Swift? Derek tilts his head to the side, catching sight of what is unmistakably Stiles's silhouette framed in the open window, towel wrapped around his waist, using a hairbrush as a makeshift microphone and belting out what Derek is 99% sure is the song Love Story by Taylor Swift.

Derek Hale Is Not Romantic by ash_mcj (1/1 | 3,507 | Teen)

Derek Hale is not romantic. He’s not. Sure, he cares about Stiles...he guesses he has changed a little as a side effect of dating the guy. But he has not become, and will never become, one of those stupid romantic boyfriends.

[or: Derek (and his pack) realize that he has totally become a hopelessly romantic boyfriend]

(For~ Sterek Valentine Week 2021; Day 1: Hopeless Romantic)

I Know You by sparkandwolf (thatnerdemilyj) (1/1 | 1,733 | General)

“I thought I’d find you here,” Derek said, placing a gentle kiss on Stiles’ temple. He could barely feel Derek’s lips through the thick hair he had let grow during his senior year. He was never expecting to rid himself of his signature buzz cut, but it wasn’t exactly a priority when battling the danger they so often faced.

“Am I that obvious?” Stiles asked.

“To me,” Derek said simply, squeezing Stiles’ shoulder.

Shirt Thief by allourheroes (1/1 | 4,113 | General)

Derek's wardrobe has changed...which wouldn't be such a big deal if he wasn't wearing Stiles's shirt. What the hell?

In which Derek is a thief, witches are basically unimportant background characters, and Malia is the only one who understands what's up.

i got you on my mind by nicotinedaydream (1/1 | 1,263 | Teen)

"Are you Stiles?"

Stiles groans. He admits it is fairly immature, but fuck it. He hates his life right now. He wishes everyone would just go away.

"No. I'm not. I'm 'Leave Me Alone'," he gripes, pulling at his hair aggressively. He hears the person snort. He looks up, nostrils flaring. "Seriously, dude. Leave me the fuck alo—"

His brain just—stops. Warranted, it never does that. But this stranger is beyond-this-universe level of hot.

Dark black hair, light yet murky grey-green-brown-blue (what the fuck???) eyes, jawline that could give him a paper cut if he touched it, and bulging arm muscles under the tight-knitted maroon sweater the guy is wearing.

He coughs, swallows, tries to not make a fool of himself. "Actually, yes. I am Stiles. How may I service you—fuck! I mean, how may I be of service?" He face-palms. Epic. Fail.

Happy Birthday To Me by clottedcreamfudge (1/1 | 10,819 | Mature)

"Hi there, and welcome to Full Moon Jewellery. Thanks for browsing! I’m a designer based in California whose only dream in life is to get through art school without having to sell off my organs - which, by the way, is still on the table. You need a kidney? Let me know in your personalisation request, and I’m sure we can work something out. Guy’s gotta have that dollar to buy curly fries."

It's Laura's 30th birthday and Derek sucks at buying gifts. Then he stumbles across 'Full Moon Jewellery', an Etsy store run by an art student who has strange ideas about nutrition, and whose enthusiasm for his new commission is actually kind of adorable.

In which the whole pack wants Derek to get a life, and Derek just wants some peace.

(But not really)

If The World Was Ending by spaceprincessem (1/1 | 2,315 | General)

Derek swallowed the lump in his throat. “If the world was ending,” he started, eyes fluttering open to meet Stiles’ doe brown ones, “I would find you and tell you-”

He broke off, biting down on his tongue hard. He felt Stiles’ fingers trace over cheeks, thumb brushing softly against his bottom lip.

“And if the world wasn’t ending?” Stiles asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Give you that thing you can't even imagine by LunaCanisLupus_22 (1/1 | 10,999 | Explicit)

The omegas came out onto the stage next, and Derek did his best to smile and shake hands with enough polite distance as possible, to avoid giving the impressionable ones ideas.

Or the one where mateless Derek thinks no omega can affect him like they do other alphas and he's about to find out he's very, very wrong.

the other shoe by stilinskisparkles (1/1 | 4,633 | Teen)

They’re lounging on Derek’s bed one afternoon, Stiles halfheartedly trying to make headway on an essay, and Derek’s supposedly helping. Instead, Derek’s spent the last eight minutes mouthing lazily at Stiles’ shoulder, and Stiles is five seconds from giving up completely.

How Do You Solve a Problem Like Stiles? by LadyMerlin (1/1 | 1,955 | Teen)

The problem with Stiles is that he absolutely totally 100% thinks he's hilarious.

It's not so much a problem as it is... No, it's a problem.

Because he really isn't, except maybe when he snorts milk out of his nose, or when he mimics Coach Finstock perfectly, or when he goes to Deaton's to play in the puppy pens and ends up with the same grumpy Pomeranian chewing his hair each time. But that's entirely besides the point.

Nothing about the way Stiles is fellating that Popsicle is funny. Nothing.

princecharmingwinks special mentions (this fic has badass Stiles with magical glowing tattoos and is sooo well written. the feels!!!)

Beltane by DevilDoll (1/1 | 8,254 | Explicit)

"Watching Stiles heal someone has always been a little uncomfortable for Derek, like he's seeing something intimate and private that shouldn't have an audience. That's nothing compared to how it feels." This is an AU in which Stiles has magical healing powers.

It appears I was mostly in the fluffy mood this month (not a lot of smut - oh dear! I’ll have to include some more E rated next time hehe). Hope you enjoy this fics. Remember to leave kudos and comments. <3 

[yungbludy]

the hills have eyes

plot ↬ being attracted to one overwhelming person known as yungblud is alresdy too much for you. adding mgk in the mix is even worse.

warnings ↬ there’s tension here yes yes, smut!! threesome!! fingering & handjobs, writing colson is so fun i didn’t realize how hot he was lol 😳, hint at something going on between colson & dom, dom & reader like each other, maybe a pt 2?

a/n ↬ i know y’all have been wanting this for the LONGEST, and it’s easily my most requested fic. enjoy it!

When you left college with a degree in music production, you never would’ve expected to land in the studio of Yungblud, a young but upcoming artist with his own charm to set him apart from the rest. He was easily the most hyperactive artist you’ve worked with, someone with a truly pure heart that cared deeply for his music and his fans. It was a breath of fresh air, because out of all the artists you’ve worked with—big and small, you don’t think you’ve ever come across someone so genuine.

It was almost fate how you went from being in the studio with him every other week to nearly every day. He loved your presence; you made him see things differently, made him hear things he had never heard before. You made him feel smarter, more experienced.

A friendship blossomed. It was nice, because you didn’t have that many friends when you left college. Dominic introduced you to other people too, such as his band mate Adam, and they adored you. You were the calm before the storm of Dominic in their eyes. You balanced each other out, like some rock n’ roll version of a Yin and Yang.

Before you would hang out in groups. You, Dominic, and maybe a few other friends attending concerts or going to a restaurant together. You liked it—these people knew you and liked you, and you felt like you had a place.

You didn’t know when the... shift started. When it started becoming just you, and Dominic. When he texted you if you wanted to hang out at his place, (not a date or anything, just hanging out lol 🖤). When you still saw your friends, but you were seeing Dominic’s face more and more.

But you knew as soon as that started happening, that the feelings you had for Dominic—as a friend and as a partner, started becoming way too deep way too fast.

And honestly? It scared you. Your last relationship was in college and that didn’t go so well because you both had different outlooks on how you wanted to continue your life. You weren’t ever a relationship type of person and barely found yourself developing fucking crushes on people.

But you were crushing on Dominic. Hard.

As cliche as it sounds, being around him gave you literal butterflies. Seeing texts from him made you smile, and when his arms wrapped around you and he looked at you with all his teeth out, his eyes clenched shut—God. You were falling, and you were falling hard.

That was, until, Colson came into the mix.

You liked some of his music. You weren’t a big fan of “MGK”, and only really knew about him because of the whole beef he had with Eminem. You remembered that one song—fucking Wild Boy, being played in a few clubs and parties during college, but you didn’t have any liking towards him.

But... wow. He and Dominic together were a force to be reckoned with.

Colson was a good person. A loving father and a talented individual—not to mention he was also fucking hilarious too. Having him around in the studio guaranteed no bad days, because he could also make you feel better with a corny joke or a funny assortment of curse words.

You liked him, over time. Not to mention he was drop dead gorgeous, tall and tatted and pierced and just... fuck. It would be a lie if you said you weren’t intimidated by his presence.

But in reality, he was a sweetheart. A gentleman.

So why did you start feeling butterflies for him too?

Having a crush on two people just seemed so out of this world to you that you didn’t even understand it. It made no sense. You and Dominic had known each other longer, and you weren’t dumb—you knew he liked you back. But with Colson.. you didn’t know if those butterflies were in your stomach, or if they were somewhere were they definitely, definitely shouldn’t fucking be.

You were good at controlling yourself when it came to these two. It had been a few weeks since you’ve met Colson and two months since you met Dominic. They were working on music together—a song, that they didn’t know what to title yet, and you were right there, helping them with everything.

This also meant that they were together. All. Of. The. Time.

Having two extremely attractive men, men that you were also extremely attracted too together all the time was going to be very bad for your health. But all three of you had a main goal at the end of the day, and that was to make a song together. They wanted to make a song that pertained to them, that took both of their struggles and related them to each other. Being Dominic’s right-hand-man at this point, you were more than happy to oblige in helping.

But you just didn’t know what you were getting yourself into.

“Maybe some shit that’s like, kinda emo, kinda not?”

“Kells, man... you need to /make/ that make sense.”

You can’t help the laugh that leaves you, smiling when both of their heads turn towards you.

“Y’all are just cute when you bicker.”

“Y/NNNNN,” Colson whines a little, his arms stretching to drape over your body. God, he has so many tattoos that you couldn’t possibly count them on your two hands and feet. “Help us. I’ve never been this stuck on a song.”

“Well, a mix of punk and rap, right?” You asked, humming as you scoot up to your monitor, going through a list of sample beats you always stored when songs were being made.

“That sounds ‘bout right,” Dominic spoke, both of his elbows being placed on his knees as he looked up at you. “Think that’s a perfect mix of us two, yeah?”

You picked out some beats—layering some, taking some away. While this process could be therapeutic to you, it could be also quite annoying, and it would’ve been if it wasn’t for the two grown men looming over your shoulder.

“What about this one,” you almost jumped as you heard Colson right near your ear, his voice powered into a whisper. He reached over you, his skin brushing against yours and you had to force yourself to look at the screen. Jesus Christ, you really needed to get laid. “How’s that?”

“‘ts good. I like it fo’ now!” Dominic joked, and a laugh rumbled in you stomach. “If we don’t like it, we could always change it tomoro or somethin’.”

“Okay, well, beats settled... now we need some lyrics.” you spoke, backing up a little—you would’ve backed up farther if Colson’s arm wasn’t on the back of your chair. “Got any?”

Silence. You rolled your eyes—you had told them days prior to come with lyrics. Nothing had to rhyme, but something to make an idea off of.

“Too busy clubbing to write lyrics-great.” you huffed, shaking your head as you stood to leave, but two hands reached out to stop you.

“Sorryyy, that’s our fault, really.” Colson spoke, locking eyes with you when you turned to look at the both of them. “Let’s make some together, yeah? All three of us motherfuckers. You know we couldn’t make up good lyrics without you anyway.”

You caved. Goddammit, he was so good at charming you and so good at fucking /flirting/. You found yourself sitting back down with a notebook out in just a few minutes of playful begging from the two of them.

“Since I watched The Hills Have Eyes for the first time yesterday with you two wankstains, I think that should be incorporated into here~” Dominic giggled, scribbling down the title of the infamous horror movie on a piece of notebook paper. “Where did all that shit happen, by the way? New York, Cali, Las Ve-“

“No, dipshit, Nevada. Did you watch the movie at all?” Colson huffed, reaching over to flick Dominic in the center of his forehead, in which the British male playfully bit down on Colson’s finger. The blonde grinned, and your eyebrows furrowed. What the hell?

“Nevada’s by Cali so we’re using California.” Dominic shrugged, scribbling more words down. “How’s... I wunna hide in the hills of California—but these hills have eyes, and I have paranoia?”

It took you a minute but you eventually nodded at it. “If we revise it a little bit then—yeah, that could work!”

“Awesome! Maybe you should get on your shit, Kells.” Dominic teased him, pink tongue pointing out at Colson, and your lips twitched.

“Fuck off.” Colson continued that grin—that little smirk, like they both knew something you didn’t. The day dragged on—more lyrics, more laughing, more inside jokes. By the time the session ended you were exhausted, your head kinda hurt, and you wanted nothing more than to head home and sleep, but Dominic stopped you before you left completely.

“Are you alright?” he asked, your hand in his as he looked at you with slight worry. His hair was pushed back, so he looked just too adorable with his forehead out and crinkled. He was worried. Worried about you, and that made your heart flutter.

“I think I’m good, just a little tired,” you offered a reassuring smile, lifting your bag up to your shoulder. “Why?”

“You seemed a little out of it,” he remarked, keeping your hand in his as he started to walk next to you. This was normal—Dominic walking you out to your car, then watching you drive to your apartment after he gave you a kiss goodbye, of course; some of them were on your forehead, some cheeks, and most recently, he’s teasingly brushed his lips against yours, only to see you blush and frantically push him away. “Just making sure you’re alright.”

“I’ll be okay, Dom,” you snicker, but you just love the fact that he can see through you. See when you’re uncomfortable or feel weird. “Thanks, though.”

“Of course darlin’,” his voice has dropped in volume and when you look at him, his eyes are boring into yours. You blink. “Drive home safe, yeah?!”

Both of his hands grab your face, squishing your cheeks—and you sputter a laugh as he kisses all over your face. Covering your forehead, your nose, your cheeks—and finally resting at your lips.

It’s like time has stopped. You smile, feeling warm—his hands haven’t left your face and you can feel his warm breath against your mouth. He leans in closer, and you feel that familiar thrum in your chest, his lips brushing against yours one, two, three times, before he only pecks you and pulls away.

You don’t even remember closing your eyes, but when they open, he’s walking back into the building, leaving you feeling lost.

To make it up for you for yesterday, the dynamic duo wanted to spend the entire day getting a good portion of the song done. This meant you had to wake up at nine am to be at the studio, something you were definitely not looking forward to, but you couldn’t complain about it. You three had a pretty good work ethnic, so you knew once you would get there, time would probably fly by.

You came to the studio in some fuzzy Hello Kitty pajama pants and a long sleeved shirt, not bothering to dress up too much since you would possibly be here all day. You didn’t look your best, but by the way Dominic’s eyes scanned you when you walked into the studio, you doubted he really cared.

“Well hello kitty-kat,” you heard Colson’s amused tone from the small couch by the door behind you, his body approaching yours to walk past you. His hand slipped over your waist, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “Doesn’t Y/N just look the absolute cutest.”

“Shut up, asshole.” You grumbled, your cheeks hot as you ditched your slippers and made your way to your seat. You stretched, hearing some bones crack in your back, a tired yawn leaving your lips before returning to your sitting position and opening up your notebook. “So. Where are we starting today?”

When you looked up, both of them looked a little dazed—but the expressions disappeared in just a few seconds. That was weird.

“Welllll, I think I’ve got a title,” Dominic grinned cheekily, standing up with his hands clasped. “I liked what ya said yesterday... I think I’m good. That sounds pretty—American, doesn’t it?”

“Eh...” you started, but quickly took it back when Dominic’s face fell almost comically. “No! It’s not bad, but, I don’t know... how about another word, other than good?”

“Fine?” Dominic asked, looking at you with a smirk. Confusion racked through you.

“Okay,” Colson spoke up, reading over the page of lyrics with narrowed, concentrated eyes. “I think I’m okay.”

You contemplated it. It reminded you of My Chemical Romance, but there wasn’t anything wrong with that... their fans would probably like that, too.”

“I think I’m okay. Yeah, I like that.” you smiled, moving to your monitor to title the beats you already had. I Think I’m Okay.

“Perfect.” you beamed. “Now let’s get to work.”

The day went by pretty smoothly. Dominic and Colson worked better than you thought, and in your opinion, you were the icing to their cake. Being a producer meant you were there to perfect things—add something to make them sound just a tad bit better, to make the song flow just a little smoother. Perfecting the beats was something you absolutely adored to do, especially when you felt them both staring at the side of your face as you did it.

They admired you. And that sent shivers down your spine.

“Jesus fuck, ‘m hungry.” you grumbled. The clock above your head read two pm, meaning you had been here for six hours total. It wouldn’t have seemed like that if your stomach wasn’t grumbling like crazy.

“We can tell.” Colson joked, his fingers poking at your tummy. “Kitty’s talking to us.”

You knew it didn’t mean to be an innuendo, but you took it that way, and you’re sure Dominic probably did too with the expression that crossed his face.

“I’ll order some pizza.” Dominic sung out, British accent flowing through the air as he stood to grab his phone and leave. You had been alone with Colson once before, but that was before you recognized your attraction towards the male. Now, you were very, very aware of the fact.

“Cmon kitty, you’ve been sitting in that chair for hours and I know that ass hurts,” Colson smirked knowingly, grabbing your hands to lift you out of your seat. “Lemme help you stretch~”

“I don’t need help, you damn skyscraper.” You said stubbornly, but Colson paid no mind to you, grabbing both of your arms and lifting them above your head. It did make you feel much better, and you would’ve stayed in the position if his long fingers didn’t suddenly dig in your sides and under your armpit.

“I-get off of me!” you laughed loudly, squirming in his tight hold as he squeezed you even closer to his body. You could feel his chest press against your back, but you weren’t focused on it, just how much you were laughing from his antics.

“Hell nah! I’ve barely seen you laugh today, kitty~” he purred into your ear, and your thighs clenched. “Keep on fighting, nothing will happen babe.”

“Fuck you!” you shouted, successfully finding your way out of his grasp, but that didn’t stop him at all. He grabbed you again and while he did so, you were moving backwards—eventually landing you both on the small couch in the room. You wiggled your arms through his grip, letting your fingers dig into his sides in a similar manner—and your smile hurt with how loud he started laughing afterwards. You were sure after the short five minutes the tickle attack took that you were all over the place, and so was he—panting on top of you with both arms over your body.

“You’re an asshole.” you murmured against his shoulder, since his body was draped over yours. You wished it would’ve stayed that way, because he lifted himself, and you turned into jelly with how he looked at you—and that stupid fucking grin that spread across his face.

“Got you to laugh, didn’t I?” he asked, rolling off of you. The warmth that left your body—from your stomach, ribs, and a few inches below your bra, told you that the tickle fight was much, much more than that.

A month had passed since that day. It was more then enough time for more tension filled encounters—more of Colson’s hands on you, more of Dominic’s teasing kisses. It had gotten so bad that you needed to excuse yourself in the middle of a session to calm yourself down in the bathroom, because holy hell. Those boys were a lot—and the fact you had the audacity to think about taking both of them at once. You literally could never.

The song wasn’t that hard to make. With a few more helping hands, plus your expertise and their work as well, it was nearly done. Final vocals just needed to be recorded and some cleans up—and then, I Think I’m Okay would be released to the world.

This Friday would be a night that all three of you would go out clubbing, but you decided to visit the studio to listen to the rough draft the two had recorded previously. You were in matching all black outfits which definitely wasn’t planned. The dress you were wearing was a bit out of your comfort zone, but you decided—why not? You wouldn’t be the only girl there and you knew you looked decent, at least.

“Wow,” you murmur, a little speechless as the rough vocals of I Think I’m Okay fill the studio at full volume. The lights are off because it’s dark, so the only source of light in the room is your monitor. “Wow. We fucked this up.”

“What?!” Dominic shouted, eyes wide. You laughed.

“Not in that way! I mean, we fucked this, in a really good way.” you said, excited, bouncing a little in your seat. “Fuuuck, can’t wait to release this shit.”

Colson’s hand is hot and heavy when you feel it against your thigh, playing with the hem of your dress. “Couldn’t do it without you, kitty.”

You swallow. No, not tonight. You were going to have fun tonight. Not be in a state of sexual frustration because of these two.

“Right,” Dominic hummed, and you freeze when his arm wraps around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. “Y/N, I never really thank ya properly for all you do for me, do I?”

“Huh? Of course you do.” you tell him, but you’re a bit distracted by Colson’s wandering hand. It shifts, moving to the inside of your thigh, rubbing softly at your skin. His thumb is close, too close to your pussy, but you don’t push his hand away, because you don’t want to.

You like it. You want his hand to come closer, just a little closer—

“I don’t,” Dominic whispers, those thick lips brushing against your ear, and you almost jump out of your skin. “I should.”

“Dom...” you whisper nervously, eyes widening when his hand slides to the middle of your back and up your spine, fingers locking at the zipper. The slide of your dress being unzipped goes along perfectly o the tempo of the song, and so does Colson’s molding of your thigh, his hand eventually finding way because your closed legs, pressing right up against your underwear.

“Think the kitty wants me,” Colson sighs huskily, and your jaw drops. Holy fuck. “Am I wrong?”

“Is he?” Dominic presses when you don’t answer, his hand somehow making its way inside your dress, finding its way to your sleeves and yanking them down. Oh, fuck. “Ya want us both, don’t ya darlin’?”

“Oh my god.” is all you can whisper, earning chuckles from both of the men who play so deviously with your body. Colson finds your clit with no help at all, pressing against the little bud, right as Dominic takes both of your breasts out of your bra and palms them hungrily. Two sets of hands touching you makes your head roll back, and you can only comply as one of Colson’s hands presses against your left thigh, spreading your legs open.

“Put your legs on the desk for me, pretty,” he whispers and you do so, heels still on your feet. “Mm, yeah, that’s good—damn, look at you. So fucking hot.”

To your surprise, it seems like Colson is doing most of the talking, since Dominic’s mouth finds itself on one your perked nipples. He sucks it into his mouth, making it all pert and wet and your toes curl against the velvet surface of your shoe.

“When I had you on that couch, I wanted to ram the shit out of you, even if you were wearing those stupid ass pants,” Colson tells you, slipping your panties to the side and dragging his fingers up your slit. You’re almost embarrassed from how wet you sound. “Had to remember the British cunt has a little crush on you, though. Didn’t wanna break his heart.”

“Fuck off, ya asshole.” Dominic’s mouth leaves your breast, cheeks red at the fact that he was just exposed like that. “I was gonna tell her that my fookin self!”

“You’re telling me she didn’t know?” Colson chuckled, one of his hands grabbing your chin to roll your head towards him. “Did you?”

“Mmf—I-I knew,” you murmured helplessly, your back aching as two long, thin fingers push inside of you, spreading themselves. “Always knew.”

“But I like you too, kitty, maybe like you even more than him,” Colson smirks, his mouth pressing against yours, and you bite down on his lip when Dominic bites down against your nipple. “Now we’re both gonna make our girl cum.”

Our girl.

You could cum from those words alone.

Colson’s fingers work magic inside of you, pressing further until you feel lightheaded, then easing themselves out and repeating the process. Dominic’s fingers find your clit, rubbing it quicker then the pink vibrator you used before even getting dressed. Your hands are against both of their thighs as your body grinds down against them, both of their mouths meeting yours at different times, kissing you or letting you moan out against their mouths. I Think I’m Okay plays over and over again with no one to stop it, hiding your loud sounds.

You’re close. So, so close, but you don’t want to cum without giving them some type of pleasure—so, to the best of your ability, you start to unzip their pants, bulges very angry underneath the fabric.

“Ooh, fook yeah,” Dominic whispers, taking his jeans off quickly and wrapping your hand around his cock, going cross eyed at the feeling. “Yeah, jerk my fuckin cock.”

Colson isn’t too far behind in revealing himself. You try to stroke them both, but you’re so overwhelmed that sometimes your pace quickens on one and slows on the other. Their bodies are pressed as tightly as they can be against yours, and sometimes wet fingers find their way against your neck, or grabbing at your chests—with wide open mouths against your face.

“I-I think I’m gonna cum,” your pant out, your hips rolling in circles and your grip on their cocks growing even tighter, causing them to make their own sounds of delight. “So close-“

“Cum, kitty kitty,” Colson tells you, his lips wrapping around your earlobe. “Soak this fucking chair, pretty.”

And that’s exactly what you do.

Dominic busts right after you, feeling your clit spasm against his fingers was enough to send him over the edge. Colson isn’t too far behind, getting extra leverage because of both of your cum covered hands jerking him off until he shoots his seed out as far as it can go. It’s a heavenly sight, and for the first time you hear him whimper—a sound that’ll be engraved in your mind for days.

You three sit there, panting, covered in sweat and cum. You lick your lips, your hearing picking up the two shifting to clean you up and dress you, much to your confusion.

“What? You think you were gonna cum once tonight and that would be it?” Colson chuckled, already helping you out of your chair.

“Just wait till we get to this club,” Dominic continues, his hand tightly groping your ass. “You’re gonna have the night of your fucking life.”

And you’re certain that you will.

[youare-mysonshine]

funhouse || oscar diaz

Summary: reader convinces Oscar to go ghost hunting with her in an abandoned house and it’s both hilarious and terrifying.

Requested: yes! @varzling

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x reader, Jamal Turner x reader (platonic)

Warnings: cussing as per usual

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: I loved this so much lmao I was born one week before halloween and I was obsessed with scary movies and spooky shit before I could even properly talk. I had the Chucky doll and my uncle called me Chucky because I was obsessed with that movie. This was one of my favorites to write because paranormal and horror stuff is my fav! This is me, I am reader lmao this was fun to write! I also did this in second person pov rather than third person which is what i normally do. let me know if you prefer this or if you prefer third person.

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“No.”

“Baby, come on! Please?”

It had all started when Jamal had mentioned in passing that there was an abandoned house only a few blocks away from where you lived. An abandoned house that people assumed was haunted. He had mentioned that he wanted to go ghost hunting with some equipment that he had bought but had been wary of it because he didn’t want to go alone.

You loved that stuff. Paranormal shit was your absolute favorite, so naturally, you agreed to go with Jamal. You were absolutely buzzing with excitement, and you had put it in your mind to convince Oscar to go with you two - but you knew that it wouldn’t be an easy feat.

You knew Oscar better than anyone and you knew just how jumpy and how fearful he was of paranormal stuff, which you found rather amusing given just how much of an intimidating man he was. Shit, people called him Spooky. You always took the time to tease him about it - you’d sneak up behind him wrapped in a white sheet (like a ghost) just to scare him, which he certainly didn’t appreciate it, but you found absolutely hilarious.

So getting him to agree to go with you and Jamal to ghost hunt was certainly a mission.

“Nah. I ain’t going.” He said, taking a drag from the cigarette he was smoking. You stood in front of him, holding his free hand and giving him those puppy dog eyes that he couldn’t resist. That would be why he wouldn’t meet your eyes, why he was looking everywhere but you, because he knew damn well he’d give in if he looked at you. You had him wrapped around your little finger.

“Oscar, please!” You dragged the word out, jutting your bottom lip out. “It’ll be fun!” That was when he finally looked at you, raising one of his perfectly arched eyebrows, a look that said ‘fun? Yeah right.’ “No, I’m serious. It’ll be fun. It’s like.. a cool, adventurous date night. When’s the last time we went out on an actual date together?”

“Jamal is going. I don’t think it’d be a date night if that travieso is going.”

“Okay, date night plus one. Baby, please come on. I want you to go. You don’t have to be scared. I’m sure it’s not haunted. Jamal said it was just rumors, and rumors are almost always just that - rumors. People see an abandoned creepy house and automatically assume that it’s haunted when it’s probably not.” You said, interlocking your fingers with his own. His fingers immediately tightened around your own, giving your hand a small squeeze. He took in another drag, those dark eyes you loved so much staring right into your own. The setting sun was hitting him just right, giving his eyes a honey colored look. Under the glow of the setting sun, he almost looked ethereal. Perfect.

“I ain’t scared.” He spoke, voice deep and gruff. You scoffed, giving him a tiny smirk.

“Really? Then prove it. Come with us tonight. You can protect me if I get scared. My big, scary Santo. My Spooky.” You walked forward, closing the already small space between the two of you, settling between his legs. Given he was sitting and you were standing, he was left looking up at you, you looking down at him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers drawing random little shapes on his tan skin. You leaned your head down, your y/h/c/ hair falling from behind your shoulders. The tattooed man reached one hand up and tucked some of your hair behind your ear, but instead of removing his hand, he kept it there and instead used it to pull your head down further and further until there was nothing but a few mere centimeters between your lips.

You could feel his lips ghosting over your own, you could practically taste the cigarette he was smoking, the Red Bull he was drinking. It was entirely Oscar and you loved it. Closing your eyes, you finally closed the gap and connected your lips to his. Each kiss with Oscar felt as if it were the first one you shared. It never failed to take your breath away. As cliche as it was, it gave you butterflies. It sent tingles throughout your entire body. And you hoped that feeling would never fade away.

The hand that was cradling your cheek/head slid down your body until it came upon your ass, where Oscar grabbed a handful of supple skin and gave it a squeeze. You let out a small giggle against his lips and pulled away, eyes opening, lips slightly wet with saliva. You gave him the look, that small little smile on your eyes, eyes shining bright. Your man let out a deep sigh. He looked up at the sky, as if he were pondering and asking god why the hell he could never say no to you.

“Alright. Fine. I’ll go. But we ain’t staying long.” You gave him a grin, leaning down to kiss his lips once more.

“Yes! It’s gonna be fun, papas!”

And nighttime came sooner than Oscar would’ve liked. He didn’t outwardly admit it, but he was low-key nervous about going to this supposed haunted house. He was entirely and completely afraid, but he fully believed that there were ghosts, spirits, demons, things of that sort and he never wanted to dabble into that kind of shit for fear of being haunted or possessed. He was more afraid of the enemy that he couldn’t see than the enemy he could.

You and Oscar had climbed into his cherry red impala and went on your way to pick Jamal up at his house and no less than a second after you had arrived, the boy had come bounding out dressed in all black, carrying a backpack.

“I’m gonna regret this.” Oscar said as he caught sight of Jamal’s grinning face. You opened up the passenger side door and scooted over so that you were in the middle and Jamal could sit down. The young teen climbed into the car, shut the door and set his backpack down on the car floor.

“Spooky. Lady Spooky.” He greeted you both. You laughed softly at the name, meanwhile Oscar just stared straight ahead, putting the car into drive and pulling away from Jamal’s house.

“Hey Jamal.” You greeted, giving him a friendly smile. Despite the age difference, you genuinely loved and cared for all of Cesar’s friends. After all the shit that they had been through, you just wanted to try and alleviate some of the pressure and stress, you wanted them to feel like they weren’t alone. Maybe that’s also why you were so keen on accompanying Jamal on his ghost hunting journey.

After Oscar had asked for the directions of this supposed haunted house, with Jamal reiterating that lots of people had said it was haunted so it had to be true, he gave the direction and you three were on your way. You were actually buzzing with a nervous excitement. You had never done anything of the sort before, even if you’d always wanted to. But you were definitely nervous of what you’d find.

“What’s in the backpack?” You asked, nodding down at the black backpack that looked full to the brim with things. The over excited teenager gave a triumphant grin as he leaned down ever so slightly and scooped it up. He dropped it down onto your lap, the opening facing his direction, and you let out a little ‘oof’.

“I thought you’d never ask. Okay so, after finding out about this abandoned/ haunted house, I decided to create a ghost hunting pack. I ordered some stuff online. Let’s see..” He unzipped the backpack and began pulling things out one by one.

“I got this spirit box. This shit was not cheap either so it better work.” He pulled out this relatively large contraption that you probably didn’t know how to use.

“What’s that for?” Oscar piped in, taking his eyes off the road for a few seconds to glance over at what Jamal was holding.

“This is basically for whatever entity or spirit is present to communicate with us. We just turn this on, ask questions and wait for someone to talk back to us.” He set the spirit box down on his lap and then rummaged around the backpack again.

“A flashlight. I seriously doubt that janky place has functioning electricity. We’ll definitely need this. Also got us some walkie talkies incase we need to split up and cover some more ground.” You were genuinely amazed at how much stuff this kid could fit into a single backpack. And how seriously he seemed to be taking this entire thing.

“I also got this Digital thermometer to tell when the temperature has dropped. Apparently when there is an entity present, shit gets cold real fast. Let’s see… Oh! I also have holy water! And I brought the Bible. And a ouija board.”

“You fucking what?” You asked, lifting the backpack open to reveal that there was indeed a ouija board, a bible and holy water sitting inside.

“Oh hell nah. You ain’t using the ouija board up in there. You about to make us get a ghost.” Oscar said.

“And, don’t you think that if we used the ouija board while having these religious artifacts, we could potentially let something.. I don’t know, demonic in and make it angry?” You added.

“Okay first off, get a ghost? What the hell? How do you get a ghost? Do you purchase it? Is there a ghost store that I don’t know about?” He shot his words at Oscar, face twisted up in confusion. Oscar’s face had annoyance written all over it. You rested your hand on his hand and gave it a small squeeze. “Second of all, that is why I brought the holy water and the Bible, woman! You two are amateurs, seriously. If we were to potentially let something demonic in, we’d fend it off with holy water while reciting words from the Bible. Besides, Oscar has the cross necklace and the cross tattoo. No ghost or demon is fucking with him. Although, I did hear that demons usually tend to possess people who are angry, upset, vulnerable. Not that Oscar is vulnerable, but he looks like he’s about to pop a vein half the time. He’s ground zero for a demonic possession.”

The car went dead silent. You bit your lip to keep from laughing or snickering. Jamal went silent because he thought Oscar would boot him out of the moving car. And Oscar went silent because he was now genuinely pondering if he’d get possessed. He saw The Conjuring, he saw what that shit did.

“Jamal.. maybe you shouldn’t say that to someone when we’re about to go and investigate a potentially haunted house.” You said, glancing over at him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. The young teen, eyes wide, mouth in a nervous smile, nodded his head rapidly.

“Yeah, yeah. I mean just forget what I said, seriously. It’s probably factually incorrect. Besides, they’re just rumors, about the house being haunted and all. Although, the rumors and speculation have come from many people so I don’t think all those people would be making that shit up-“

“Jamal! Zip it!” You quickly said, not wanting Oscar to back out and end the ghost hunting trip before it even began.

“Yeah okay, shutting up.”

The drive to the house lasted about four to six minutes more. Soon, the impala came to a stop in front a decrepit, creepy two story house that had grass and weeds growing wild all over the place. The fence that was probably once white was now rusted. The house itself had paint that had chipped away overtime. Graffiti decorated the walls. Some gang tagging, some random names, random drawings, stuff of the sort. It was just as creepy as everyone had said. You couldn’t imagine what the inside was like.

“Okay, let’s do this, team.” Jamal opened the passenger side door, his backpack repacked with all of his supplies situated on his back. You turned and looked over at Oscar to find him with an apprehensive look on his face. You gave him a small smile.

“You’re seriously not afraid, are you? Everything will be fine. Come on.” You leaned in and pecked his lips before climbing out of the car. You shut the door behind you, the driver’s side door following suit. Oscar came up next to you and you immediately took his hand into your own and laced your fingers together. With Jamal leading the way, the two of you followed behind him past the rusted gates, up the dirt and overgrown grass covered path that led up the rickety front steps.

“Okay, how are we doing this? Are we splitting up? Sticking together?” You asked.

“We ain’t splittin’ up. We’re stickin’ together.” Oscar interjected before Jamal could say anything. Jamal suddenly whipped around, coming to a stop in front of you and Oscar. He shone the bright light into your faces and you and your boyfriend recoiled from the bright light. You held your hand up, pushing the flashlight away. The teen then held the flashlight underneath his chin, illuminating his face.

“I think we should split up. That way we could cover more ground.” He said, still illuminating his face. Oscar on the other hand, was not relenting, and you knew that even though he had said yes to you, it didn’t mean he’d agree to split up.

“This is non negotiable. We ain’t splittin’ up. You didn’t even bring enough flashlights for us, genius.” The older male pointed. Jamal switched the flashlight off and nodded his head.

“Okay good point. Fine, we’ll stick together.” He quickly pulled his backpack off and rummaged around, pulling out three items. “You, hold that.” He thrust the Bible into your hands. “And you, take this.” He handed Oscar the holy water. “Just in case. We need to be fully prepared and take precaution in case there already is some sort of demonic infestation.” He spoke, all the while pulling out the Digital thermometer and switching it on. Once he had it in hand, he situated the backpack on his back again, picked his flashlight up and switched it on.

“Let the ghost hunting commence.” Finally descending up the porch steps, Jamal came to a stop in front of the front door and you could see that the boy was actually starting to get nervous now. With his flashlight nestled between his arm and his side, he slowly twisted the doorknob with his hand and for a few seconds, you thought that it might’ve been locked, but the door opened. A few creaks were heard and it had the hairs on the back of your neck standing.

Jamal stepped into the house first. “Hello ghostly spirits that inhabit this home. We mean you no harm. We come in peace!” He belted out, announcing your presence.

“Oh fuck this. I ain’t goin’ in.” Oscar suddenly said, letting go of your hand, refusing to set foot inside the house. You and Jamal whirled around to face your skittish boyfriend.

“Are you serious? Are you really scared right now? Your name is Spooky! You run a gang but you’re scared of ghosts? Invisible beings?” Jamal asked, incredulously. Oscar clenched his jaw, eyebrows furrowing.

“Hey, this shit is scary! My tio from my mom’s side of the family got a ghost when he was two years old and he was never the same again. After that, he only walked backwards!”

“He was two! Maybe he just liked walking backwards!”

You shook your head at the bickering, a breathless chuckle leaving your lips - Oscar had told you countless time about his uncle that only walked backwards after he had been supposedly possessed, but each time you still found it amusing. Deciding not to waste time listening to the bickering of your boyfriend and actual teenager, you pushed past Jamal and into the house, taking the flashlight from him in the process.


“What the- What the hell? I am the appointed leader of this ghost hunting trio, I hold the flashlight and the thermometer.” Jamal finally snapped back to reality at your actions and he snatched the item back from you.

“Well, leader, if you and Oscar would stop fighting, maybe we could actually get some shit done. If something is here, I’m sure you two just woke it up with your loud ass voices.” You commented, shooting Oscar a look. “Baby, you promised.” You held your hand out, the hand not holding the Bible, out to him and he reluctantly took it, stepping into the house that would fuel his nightmares for days to come no doubt.

“See? That wasn’t so bad was it, Spooky? You walked into the house and did anything jump out at you or possess you? No!” Jamal sassed, pointing the flashlight at your seething but definitely frightened boyfriend. With teeth clenched, he looked at Jamal.

“If I get possessed, the first one I’m coming after is you.” He said. Jamal gaped, mouth open like a fish.

“Okay, okay! Stop, children. Let’s do this. Come on.” You snapped you fingers, lightly smacking Jamal with the Bible in your grip.

“Okay, yes. Let’s not get distracted from the mission.” Jamal whipped around, flashlight scanning around the empty but dusty, dirty room which appeared to be a living room. The entire house gave you eerie vibes. Despite the bickering going on mere moments ago, the hair on the back of your neck stood up, you could feel goosebumps rising on your skin.

“The temperature is the same. Oh wait, it dropped. Oh my god it dropped like one degree. Okay, something is definitely with us. We need to whip out the spirit box”

“Jamal, I don’t think that really tells us that anything is here.” You said, looping your arm through Oscar’s, finding comfort in the warmth he provided.

“You’re right. Let’s keep looking. Let’s go in here.” All three of you walked into what you assumed to be the living room, scanning around. The moonlight was creeping in from the busted windows, not leaving you entirely submerged in the dark which you appreciated.

“I’m gonna whip out the spirit box and see if we can make some contact.” Jamal kneeled down, rummaging through the backpack until he pulled out the spirit box. He set the thermometer down in the meantime, firing up the spirit box instead. It emitted this loud noise, almost like white noise you hear on a television when nothing is playing. Except it was loud and it definitely gave you the chills and the creeps.

“Hello spirits that may be present. I’m Jamal. That’s Oscar and Y/N.” He introduced.

“Why in the fuck are you using our names? What if they find us or some shit? I aint trynna have a ghost that knows my name.”

“Ignore the angry man. He’s terrified right now.” Jamal said, shooting a pointed look at Oscar. You gave his arm a squeeze glancing up at him.

“Relax baby. Everything is gonna be okay. Even if there is something here, I highly doubt that it’s bad.” You said, resting your head on his shoulder. He said nothing, just leaned down and kissed your temple.

“Is there anything or anyone here right now?” He asked. All three of you remained quiet, waiting with baited breath, waiting to hear if something actually responded back. But nothing came. And you didn’t know if you were relieved or disappointed.

“Is there anyone in the room with us?” Again nothing. “Is there anyone in this house besides us?”

“Up.” The three of you stood taller, eyes wide and alert, hearts hammering in your chest. At least your heart was beating erratically at that point, shocked that something actually responded.

“Uh.. can you.. can you say that again please..” Jamal’s voice quivered as he spoke, and mere seconds after he said it, the distorted, monotone voice was heard again.

“Up.”

“Up? Up.. What do you mean up?”

“Doll.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god. It said doll. What the freak..” Jamal exclaimed, eyes wide.

“It said up and it said doll. It probably wants us to go upstairs. Come on.” You let go of Oscar’s arm, despite his protests, and rushed over to where the stairs were, using the moonlight as a guide. You hid behind the wall and listened as rushed footsteps hurried closer to you, Jamal murmuring about how you all agreed to stick together.

“Bebe, don’t fuckin’ go off like that in a house like this-“ But neither of the guys finished what they were saying, ranting, about. As soon as they had both rounded the corner, you jumped out from your hiding position and screamed, scaring them both.

Jamal let out a shrill yell, jumping back, while Oscar let out a very loud and audible fuck while jumping back as well. Meanwhile, you were laughing, hands on your knees, lips pulled back into a wide grin.

“Got ya asses! Pendejos.” You exclaimed, still laughing. Jamal was calming down, and Oscar looked just that bit more freaked out, glaring at you.

“Christ on a cracker woman! What the shit was that? You just can’t be sneaking up on people like that! Shit!” He exclaimed.

“I’ma get you back, just watch.” Oscar spoke. But of course, you didn’t take his threat seriously, and it wasn’t like you were actually scared. You knew he’d never hurt you, and he had been scared by you enough times to be used to it. But it never failed to make you laugh.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I had to. I wish I had a damn camera to take a picture of that.” You said, calming down. “So, are we going upstairs or what?” You asked, looking at the guys, hands on your hips.

“We are going up the stairs. And you, missy, better watch yourself.” He pointed his index and middle fingers at you before pushing past you to walk up the dusty stairs. You stood by Oscar’s side, wrapping an arm around him.

“Don’t be mad at me, babe. I had to do it. It was priceless.” You said. “I’ll make it up to you later.” You said in a softer voice.

“You fuckin’ better, Chiquita.”

With Jamal up ahead of you, he opened up the first door he came upon, shining the flashlight in the dark and decrepit room.

“Uh, guys.. I think I found the doll..” He spoke, creeping a little further into the room. You and Oscar followed behind Jamal, eyes wide and searching the empty room. Strewn on the floor, illuminated by the flashlight was a raggedy ann doll. It was torn up and covered in dust and dirt. The fact that it was just laying there was creepy as hell.

“I’m not liking this shit. Not one bit.” Jamal murmured, still pointing the flashlight at the doll, almost as if he were waiting for it to jump up. You sighed, removing your arm from around Oscar to walk closer to the doll.

“Jamal, this thing isn’t Chucky. It’s not gonna come to life and jump out at you.” You knelt down and picked the dirty doll up. One of the eyes was missing and the face was just as dirty as the rest of it. A sense of dread filled you when you did that.

“Uh.. Y/N, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. The original Annabelle doll, the one the movie is based off of, was a raggedy ann doll just like that one.” Fear had crept into Jamal’s voice.

“Hey, shh. Be quiet.” Oscar suddenly spoke up. The three of you went silent and listened. Coming from down below sounded like footsteps, like someone was walking around the house. They weren’t loud, but they were still audible. Goosebumps creeped up over your skin and you immediately let go of the doll, gravitating towards Oscar’s side. Sure, it was all fun and games until you actually started hearing shit.

“Someone’s here.” Your boyfriend said, on high alert now.

“Someone.. or something..” Jamal said. “Okay let’s go one last session with the spirit box and then get the hell out of here.” He said, firing up the box once more.

“How about we get the hell out of here now. I been on these streets a long time and I ain’t gonna die in this sucia ass house.” Oscar said, hands balled up, antsy and anxious to leave.

“You are not gonna die, Jesus Christ. Would you take a chill pill?” Jamal said. “Spirit, ghost, demon - whatever you are. We came upstairs and we found the doll. Are you here with us?”

“Jamal.” It said.

“Oh shit.” The boy in question said.

“Y/N.. Oscar.. Out.”

“Out.. it said out.”

None of you had the chance to say anything else because coming from what seemed like the next room over was a loud crash that sent the three of you jumping and reeling backwards.

“Okay, I know I scared you guys earlier but that wasn’t me. Holy shit, that was not me. What the fuck was that?” You asked, your voice taking on a more frightened tone, you hands clutching at Oscar’s arm.

“Fuck this.” Oscar reached into the waistband of his pants and pulled out a black gun he had tucked in there, for safety.

“You brought a gun?!” You and Jamal both said at the same time, both looking at your boyfriend incredulously. Oscar clutched the gun in his hand, looking over at the door as if he were expecting someone to burst in.

“I sure as fuck wasn’t comin’ out here naked.” He said, voice deep and husky.

“Well shit, what in the hell are bullets gonna do against a ghost? Nothing! Nada! There’s no use in that! You should’ve brought a water gun! Filled with holy water! I even supplied the holy water and you’re holding it!”

“Then maybe you should’ve brought the god damn water gun if you’re so-“ Oscar was cut off by the spirit box, which was still turned on, letting out a distorted ‘Get.. out..’ Which was promptly followed by a loud bang that sounded much closer. You and Jamal let out screams, and Oscar put the gun away and reached out to grab you, urgency in his movements. Meanwhile you reached out to Jamal, grabbing his arm and pulling him along with you.

“Okay, we’re leaving. Now!” Neither you or Jamal protested. Instead the three of you hightailed it the fuck down those stairs as if your asses were on fire, the three of you too freaked out to even consider staying any longer. When you reached the bottom level of the house, there was no sign of anyone being down there. It wasn’t like there was many places a person could hide given the minimal amount of furniture.

Once at the bottom of the stairs, another loud crash which sounded a lot like a door slamming shut, came from above, prompting you all to run even faster towards the front door. Oscar pulled it open, the door slamming and bouncing against the wall from the sheer force of your boyfriend’s actions. The three of you ran down the porch steps, down the path and to his car.

You pulled the door open and practically flew inside the car while Jamal and Oscar quickly followed suit and climbed in. There wasn’t a second’s hesitation as Oscar turned the key in the ignition and started the vehicle, making quick work and pulling away from the curb and driving away from the house.

His hands were clenching the steering wheel so tight you could see his skin s starting to turn white. Meanwhile your heart was thundering so loud in your chest you could hear it in your ears and you wouldn’t be surprised if Oscar and Jamal could hear it too. The boy beside you was panting, breathing heavily, eyes wide.

“Holy shit balls.” He finally broke the silence that had fallen the three of you as Oscar went well past over the speed limit to try and get away from that house. “There are ghosts in that house. It is haunted. There is something there. And we witnessed it. Holy shit, team. We did it!” He exclaimed, looking at you and Oscar.

“Yeah we did. We probably got a fucking ghost.” Oscar said, briefly looking at Jamal.

“Well.. my money’s on Y/N. She’s the one that picked up the doll after all.” This time it was your turn to glare at Jamal.

“Jamal! Callate!” You said. Oscar, from beside you, let out a deep laugh.

“Come on baby. Don’t be scared.” You knew he teasing you, you could just hear it in his voice. And when you looked back at him, he wore that damn smirk on his face. You scowled at your boyfriend, arms crossing over your chest. “Don’t be scared. You wanted to come and ghost hunt.” He said, driving to Jamal’s house to drop him off. “Keep that same energy.”

“Just like you said to Jamal - if I get possessed, the first one I’m coming after is you, mi amor.” You threw at him, a sickly sweet smile on your face.

“Okay in all seriousness - I heard that there was another supposedly haunted house a few miles from here. When do you guys wanna go and explore that one? Next week? Friday? Satur-“

“How about never. We ain’t doin’ that shit again. You can go by yourself next time, homie.”

[blissfulalchemist]

Chance/Faith - ‘  what  did  you  dream  of?  ’

Hello there once again! I do hope that you enjoy this short piece!

tw for drug use and mention. also for my dumb tongue in cheek jokes.

just under 2k

There’s something to be said about the peace that comes with sitting on the roof of some building. Hell just being up high always had its appeal to Chance, it was the coming down that left him sick. Maybe not the act of falling itself, that also provided some peace, but finding yourself back on the ground. The reality of being present, alive, stopped being fun the moment he had nothing but coming to his knees at the mere thought of them….of all that he had lost. Being grounded was overrated. Being grounded was pain. Being grounded was accepting the truth….something Chance had never been very good at.

To be high, in the sky, drunk enough to no longer keep steady on the ground….that was freedom….happiness. Even if it was set to kill him sooner than people wanted. 

Catching the black smoke rising in the distance he smirks, giving a shake of his head, it’s the fourth one he can spot looking over the border of the Valley and Hebane. The gunfire Chance can just barely make out in the distance has him leaning back letting the sun warm the skin he’s sure is starting to look red rather than sunkissed. He probably should have stuck to the drinking after being arrested, he probably would have gotten another year of life. He definitely wouldn’t be in the middle of some war he never wanted to start or even end if he was being honest. 

He takes a deep breath catching the hints of memories from when he was a teenager dying in the tight black clothing on this same roof in the height of summer. Back then Chance was just starting to experiment with drinking more and smoking weed while he dated some daughter of a successful real estate agent from New York, her hair the same color as Rachel’s. The eyes were a straight blue and her voice was a bit too gruff, she blamed it on always yelling for a taxi in the big city, and she was too self centered. It was only her hair that he liked.

Chance huffs, sitting up as he pulls out the stolen joint letting it find a place between his lips, testing the lighter once before he settles himself more. According to Hurk the joint was filled with some of the best weed in the world and how he saved it before some guy named Jason burned the whole farm down. Of course Jason was someone that Hurk met while out in Malaysia and really Chance should have been there to take down some guy that could almost rival Joesph in the crazy department. The exaggeration of the story Hurk had weaved for Chance still makes him chuckle, even now as he takes a drag letting the smoke sit in his lungs and envelop his tongue for a minute. 

He let’s the smoke circle around him, closing his eyes, the high kicking in almost as fast as the Bliss does. “At least you’re right about it being some of the best,” Chance mumbles, bringing a knee up to rest his arm on while he watches over the activity he can’t really see. He’s about halfway through the joint when he feels someone watching him from below. Chance leans over catching the glimmer of her light brown hair, golden in the afternoon sun, before her blue-green eyes smile at him. “You’re pretty far out for just some casual stroll, don’t you think?” 

He smirks as Faith rolls her eyes playfully, “Could say the same about you, Chance,” she tilts her head, looking to the stairs of crates leading to the roof, “Mind if I join you?”

Chance shrugs, letting out the latest drag, “Long as you can promise Jarhead or Gaston Wannabe aren’t waiting in the treeline to take me in.”

Faith begins the climb up the crates shaking her head, “Now why would I do that?” She smoothes out the skirt of the white lace of her dress, sitting next to him, taking the joint from his fingertips, “I don’t really like sharing you as it is.”

He watches her for a moment, taking in the way her hair shifts from brown to blonde at the whims of the breeze blowing, how her lips curve in a small smile as she inhales the smoke, and her eyes closing for a moment before handing the joint back to him. His heart tugs towards her, the suspicions he’s been having coming to the forefront of his mind. She can’t really be the same girl, there was no way. Tracey didn’t know Rachel like he does….did. Like he did. Seeing Faith like this though….Chance can’t help but see an older version of Rachel from that high school photo when she was a freshman, the last picture anyone had of her. He shakes the thoughts from his head, it was all probably a lingering hallucination from Bliss. Why wouldn’t it be possible for it to show you someone that you really wanted?

“What are you thinking about,” her voice pulls him back to the roof, the smile she wears before laughing, “Anyone home up there?”

He laughs in return, “This stuff really does live up to the hype it was given.”

Faith hums, leaning back on her hands, “So what did it make you think about?”

“The past,” Chance mutters, flicking the ash off, “This place brings back too many memories.”

“What kind of memories?” She asks sweetly.

“Summers up here, people I’ll probably never see again,” he says, balancing the joint between his lips as he searches for his phone, “Nothing special really.”

He lets out an a-ha finding it in his pocket, “Those people you think you’ll never see again,” Faith starts, Chance giving a nod for her to continue as he searches through the playlists, “Can I ask who they are?”

Chance settles on a song by Ghost, letting the music fill the silence while he takes what will be one of the last drags of this joint. He mulls over the answer as the smoke fills his lungs once more, passing the rest of it to Faith. “A girl.” Faith slides her gaze towards him slowly, “One of the few reasons I would have the possibility of being more comfortable with this place.”

“She an old girlfriend?”

“No,” he shook his head, “Just an old pipe dream.”

The silence falls quickly, Chance letting it stay for the length of a song, gripping for something lighter to talk about with her. She lets her head rest on his shoulder, fingers becoming entwined with his, “We’ve heard rumors about you, Chance.”

His heart rate slows after the initial surprise of her touch, his free hand closing over her chilled fingers, “If they’re from Gossip Girl, take it with a grain of salt.”

She laughs, giving a light slap on his chest, “Be nice. John’s not that bad once you get to know him.”

He rolls his eyes, “I’ll keep that in mind next time he’s got me strapped down and a knife to my throat.”

“But seriously though, many of the locals say that this wasn’t your first choice of a career.”

“I don’t think being the pawn in some supposed prophecy is anyone’s first choice in a career.”

“You’d be surprised actually,” Chance arches a brow at her response, “Again though can you let me finish?”

“Don’t I always?” He smirks, ”Thought you said that was my best quality.”

Faith groans, “Chance! Focus,” she takes a deep breath shifting to better lay against him, “What did you dream of being when you were younger?”

“Pfft, you seriously want to know that?” She nods, “Why?”

“Curiosity,” she states.

“Will you tell me yours?”

Faith thinks for a moment, tracing the tattoos on his hands, “Only if you tell me the truth.”

Chance lets out a sigh, keeping his eyes focused on the open space before him, “I wanted to be like Dad,” Rachel would have known that. “Your turn.”

“We didn’t have any dreams,” she giggles, the tone contrasting with the weight of what she’s just said, “What was the point when there wasn’t a chance we’d get anywhere close to them.”

“Something to aspire to,” he offers, “Keep you going. Keep you living.”

“Do you still have that dream? Wanting to be like your father?” Her voice flows almost like a song, drawing him in each time. There’s some resistance from him today as it feels almost inappropriate with their conversation.

“Sure. I was on my way once before,” he shrugs, “Why couldn’t that happen again?”

Her eyes are big, taking in every movement in his face and eyes, there’s a tingle along his skin the longer she stays looking at him like that. It doesn’t feel bad, but it also wasn’t the one he wanted to be feeling with her this close. Finally she blinks slowly, the shadow of her smile persisting as she looks at him now with such care, “Then why haven’t you felt like living in a long time?” 

Chance jerks away, staring her down, heart pounding in his ears, “The fuck is that supposed to mean? I’m not suicidal.” He moves away from her shaking his head, jaw tight, “I just like to have fun. That’s it.”

“No one doubts that, Chance,” she stays in place, not even attempting to reach for him like she’s done before, “There’s just this….emptiness inside of you. We can feel it. Can understand it.”

“So?” She’s finally positioned herself to have the dark evergreens as a backdrop for her face.

“You can be helped and we can do that, Chance,” she urged softly, “You took help once before, what makes taking help from us so different?”

“Hilarious. I’ve given you multiple speeches on why that is.” Why is she being so pushy all of a-, A flicker of light dances just above her hair, much like a firefly and easier to see with the darker colors against her, Of course. He exhales sharply, “I’d remind you once more but,” Stupid. I knew she’d never have been this far out, he thinks, readying himself to leave, “ghosts don’t really remember unless it suits them anyway.”

“Chance wait,” they call out, crawling across the roof once he’s jumped down from it, “Come back. We can talk again. Just you and me.”

“Nice try!” He barks out, eyes cast down as his fingers work to untangle the headphones enough to get him back to the road, “I’m not coming back. Not going to fall for it again.” He finally has the earbuds in place, turning to point at the figment of his desire, “Not today Siren! Not today!” The woods are replaced by the screams of a man who’s fallen for someone he shouldn’t have. Her lips….my poison….How stupid could I be trying to pursue her?, He ground his teeth, nails digging into his palms as he mouthed the lyrics, I can’t even tell when she’s real….Just like they planned her to be. 

That was the worst part of being sucked into the hell hole of Bliss, you saw who and what you wanted and they were always idyllic, making it too tempting to stay. Chance slowed, seeing a field of white coming straight at him. Tracey had said she and Faith were friends once upon a time and maybe they were or maybe, just like with him, the drugs made her think it was her old friend. Someone long dead and gone to her. It just makes her look like how Rachel probably would. Nothing more. The one person that could make Hope County more bearable for him….The one mistake he could have fixed after all this time.

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The Joker x Reader - “Gotham Comic Con”

The Joker and his girlfriend decided to attend “Gotham Comic Con” this year dressed as The Batman and Cat Woman. It took Y/N some time to convince her boyfriend but here they are about to have fun and nothing could spoil the event. Right?...

“Oh my God, this is awesome!” you giggle entering the venue designated for the yearly special event “Gotham Comic-Con” dressed as Cat Woman.

The Joker is right behind you sporting The Batman outfit and he flexes his knees a few times, growling.

“What’s wrong?” you ask although you have a clue because J’s been complaining about since he got off the van parked on Lot B5.

“I hate these stretchy pants! I don’t know how that asshole does it!”

“You’re the one that insisted to come as Batsy,” you reveal point out the truth. “You could have been anyone else.”

“Like who?”

“Cinderella,” you elbow him and your boyfriend is not a huge fan of the concept.

“Why??!!”

“The drama, obviously,” you keep walking alongside him and he’s definitely ready to blow at your insinuation when you gasp. ”Baby, I think that’s Bane!” you gesture towards a massive individual flaunting a Sub-Zero costume.

“How can you tell?” The Joker squints his eyes and the bubbly Y/N has to say it:

“I would recognize his physique anywhere! Plus, he still has the scar between his eyes,” you pucker your lips and The King mumbles a bunch of PG 13 rated things regarding his business partner.

Why?

Last week they got into a brawling and almost killed each other.

The reason?

Y/N.

The Joker believes that Bane always flirts with you (which he does since he likes to refer to you as “a breath of fresh air”); stuff escalated until you had to break it up: J ended up with a busted lip, Bane with a cut between his eyes due to The Clown trying to stab him in the head and you ended up with an inflated ego.

“Hello Mister B.,” you tap the pile of muscles and he turns around to see who’s bothering him.

“Y/N!” he excitedly exclaims, immediately unhappy at the sight of his business partner. “Joker…” the low tone greets.

“Bane…” J sneers.

“What are you two doing here?” Bane inquires.

“Having fun; I finally convinced him we should do this and mingle for once. No better way to spend the day,” the bubbly comment pleases your conversation partner. “So we dressed up and here we are.”

“I must say you’re like a breath of fresh air,” Bane admires your skin tight costume and stilettos which prompts The Joker’s disapproval:

“If you want fresh air, go outside!”

“Make me!”

Oh no! Not again!

“Are you here alone?” you change the subject and distract them from getting into a fight. Not that you wouldn’t enjoy it, but… too many witnesses at the packed Comic Con, it could end up in a total disaster.

“With my niece and nephew. I lost them for a second and I’m searching the premises; they can’t be far,” Bane reports. “Which reminds me: I should get going and find them otherwise my sister will go ballistic. I’ll see you later, Y/N,” he acknowledges you and ignores your man.

“Bye Mister B.,” The Queen snickers at the evident teasing.

“Just her, huh?” The Joker grumbles. “What about me? Did you forget we have a meeting next week???”

“Too bad and super sad: I’m not talking to you!” Bane’s attitude emerges.

“I certainly could care less because I’m not talking to you either!” The King strikes back.

“Then what are we going to do?” Sub-Zero’s better judgement brings up a good argument.

“Y/N will translate!” J proudly states.

Oh no! Not again!

That means they will snarl and make weird noises and you’ll have to guess what it means; an absolutely excruciating task that even a breath of fresh air can’t accomplish without losing it.

Maybe you should let them kill each other. 

“Fine!” Bane decides and distances himself from the couple while the Joker shouts since he has to have the last word:

“Fine!”

“Mister Batman?” the 5 years old dressed as a hobbit shily tugs on J’s cape.

“Hm?” the fake vigilante looks down. The little boy suddenly sneezes and wipes his nose with the fabric as the mad man is less than lenient at someone ruining the outfit replica he paid a fortune to have.

“Goddamn…” and he can’t finish his sentence because a large group of screaming children surround him in a heartbeat.

“Batman! Batman!” they jump up and down hyped up to see their hero.

“Go away!” J attempts to reason with the sea of kids he has no patience for. Of course nobody can hear him over the deafening sounds that attract more offsprings and parents.

“That’s so cute!” one of the moms gushes and takes a picture. “It’s delightful seeing a guy dressed as The Batman performing such a public service for our town!”

“He loves people, especially babies, “ you lie without blinking and immortalize the moment yourself.

“Awww,” a few people sigh touched by your praises.

“He must be a nice dude,” a kid’s dad concludes and you sweetly smile from under your mask:

“You have no idea.”

Somebody from the crowd places an infant girl in The Joker’s arms and the mob goes ballistic!! Rosie cheeks keeps sucking from her binky, glaring at the interesting person.

Clapping, cheering and whistling intensify whilst J feels compelled by his increasing popularity to lift the 6 months old above his head for everyone to see how cool he is.

This is not bad, The King enjoys an endless string of applause and the sudden explosion occurring in the diaper followed by quite a foul smell puts an end to his exuberance.

“Jesus!” he crinkles his nose, appalled. “Whose kid is this?” he yells and the thrilled parent waves at him, taking back the stinky, adorable bundle of joy. “Uncle Batsy needs to run!!” J makes up a random plan although nobody can hear him: the noise is overwhelming after he hyped them all up.  “Let’s bail before they trap me again! Pretty soon I won’t be able to walk, Princess. Everything is crammed in there, a total mess! I hate stretchy pants!!” he addresses his woman and quickens the pace until an atrocious abomination stops him in his tracks.

A specimen mocking The Joker wearing a purple suit is getting quite the attention: over exaggerated red lips smudged over the lip line, tattoo on the forehead that spells “Cabbaged”, a bunch of cheap golden chains from the Dollar Store around his neck and a sloppy green wig complete the assemble in a cringy manner.

You are equally speechless and The Joker manages to utter:

“What… THE HELL… is that????!!!!”

“Ummm… a Clown?” your sassy remark doesn’t score high marks as expected; you feel his eyes burning holes through you.

“You’re hilarious! Would you like to share your standup comedy talents on the stage??!” his index finger points at the platform meant to host a guest appearance from Bruce Wayne in the next hour.

Courtesy of “Wayne Enterprise” sponsoring the event: free food and refreshments for everyone under 18 years old.

You don’t answer and pout, upset J’s pissed attitude is already ruining your mood.

“I’m going to kill that buffoon posing as me!” he inhales full of spite and reaches for the knife hidden in his left boot.

“You can’t…” you hesitantly halt his movement. “Dozens of people, that’s just asking for trouble!”

“I’m not going to let a prick disrespect me!”

“You won’t, we’ll figure something afterwards. We can wait for him outside in the parking lot and take care of it without drawing attention! Please?” you beg hoping he’ll listen to you. “Pleeeaaaase!!!!“ you insist, perfectly aware he’s about to commit murder regardless. “I have a bunch of VIP passes to take pictures with celebrities. You promised J!” you stomp your high heels, exasperated. “You promised we’ll have a fun date!!”

“Why do I have to take pics with celebrities?! I don’t like anybody!”

The look on Y/N’s face: sheer disappointment; most of her features are covered with the mask yet he can tell.

“But I like you so the most I’ll do is take a selfie with you!” The Joker makes amendments on his own terms.

The Queen sniffles, trying to bottle up her emotions and she can’t help it: she bursts up in tears at her boyfriend’s candor.

Oh no! Not again!

Why?

The King of Gotham says nice things maybe twice a year and each time you struggle not to cry but it’s impossible: how can one resist such charm?!

Your complete meltdown makes him roll his eyes while your shaky hand takes a picture of the royal duo.

“Ugghhh…” J’s grimace turns your attention towards him.

“What is it baby?” you wipe your tears with his cape.

He would probably criticize such affront still there’s a pressing issue taking precedent.

“Princess, these tights are making my legs numb. I can’t feel my crown jewelry anymore.”

“Huh?” you forget to weep, startled.

“Cursed stretchy pants! I think I won’t be able to have sex for a month!” The Joker stretches his feet, uncomfortable.

“What??!!!” you raise your voice, panicked. “A month???!!”

Hell no!

Y/N grabs The Joker’s right hand and starts dragging him after her, yelling:

“Out of the way! Out of the way, it’s an emergency!!” whilst everyone is wondering how can someone wearing those 7-inch stilettos can march so fast.

“Where are we going, Pumpkin?!” J is inquiring and you yank at his arm, alarmed.

“To the car!”

“Why?”

Y/N doesn’t have time for explanations: she basically flies across the parking lot to get to section B5, opens the van’s back door and shoves J inside. He lands on his abs as you relentlessly pull on his boots, accomplishing to take them off in record time. Then you heave at his tights, huffing a storm at the stiff garment:

“I’ll be damn if I’ll wait a month for a ride in Funky Town!”

A mother and her 11 years old son pass by and she covers his eyes, horrified at the indecency as she guides him throughout the maze of vehicles.

“There are children here!” the woman protests. “Get a room!”

Luckily, she wasn’t heard by The Clown and his girl because… victory! The stretchy pants are off, J only in his boxers now.

“How are you feeling?” you roll him and he exhales, assessing the damage succeeding Y/N swift actions.

“Not sure, same?... Sit on my lap,” J offers and you don’t need a second invitation.

“Well?” you hold in the anxiety reaching high levels under these dire circumstances.

“Dunno, kiss me and we’ll see.”

You kiss him and he purrs.

“Well?” you interrogate again.

“Kiss me again!” he orders and you put more passion into it since your future happiness depends on it. “Hmm…” J groans. “I believe things are improving.”

“Yeah?” Y/N is about to have another breakdown although J didn’t say sweet rubbish; it’s just that kind of occasion.

“U-hum!”

“Then… what do you say we go home and celebrate your recovery?” you whisper in his ear.

“What about Comic Con?”

“Screw it!” you hop off his knees. “I’ll drive, you focus on your convalescence, ok baby?”

“Ok,” The Joker agrees and begins to stride around the van as Bruce Wayne’s limousine happens to drive by, the billionaire preparing to attend the event he sponsored.

“Stop the car!” Bruce commands at the weird view in the distance: a man wearing a replica of his Batman suit-- helmet, mask, gloves, cape… but no pants or boots, the bottom part of his attire consisting solely of underwear. “Right when you think you saw it all…” he shakes his head in denial, oblivious about who the person is.

Mister Wayne should at least have some empathy for the man enduring those tights for as long as he could; it might not be a record, but who could ever beat the real Batman at wearing stretchy pants anyway?!

Also read: MASTERLIST   

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Flower | 08

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, slight angst

; Word Count: 3.9k

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: Yet another chapter for us all! :D I hope you’re still enjoying it and you like the new banner! This is what he looks like in this fic obviously, just with tattoos and a lip ring. Please reblog if you enjoyed and leave me comments, feedback and asks! It helps to fuel my inspiration for this to know you all love it too!

; Flower Masterpost

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The bar in front of you looks ever so slightly dinghy, but you can’t tell if that’s an actual thing or if you’re just stereotyping it. This was the bar that Hoseok and his friends frequented often, a rock bar apparently.

It sounded like everything you hated but you knew he loved it given all the stories he’d told you over the last month of the mischief they all got up to. Apparently when you added alcohol into their strange friendship, it resulted in pure chaos. Part of you wanted to see it, but the overwhelming part of you was terrified.

You’d never been in a situation like this before. Previous partners had been in college, where you already knew their friends. This was new territory, terrifying territory. When you walked through that door, you were going to be meeting Hoseok and his closest friends for the first time.

It made you want to be sick. They probably had expectations on you. There was no way he hadn’t talked about you to them...or what if hadn’t? What if you were a complete surprise to them? What if he’d spouted so much crap and they were disappointed when they meet you? Thought he could do better? What if they hated you? Publicly ignored you or insulted you.

Not that you think Hoseok would let them.

You’d both been dating now just over a month and you were pretty sure that he was the kind of person who wouldn’t accept someone being mean to you. But friends were important, right? If Chungha and Soyeon both expressly disapproved of Hoseok then you doubted that you’d have stayed with him.

What if they told him that they didn’t like you? Would he leave you?

You’re so busy catastrophizing just outside of the door that you don’t notice when someone comes out of it, the music from inside loud enough to be heard when the door is open but not deafening. A hand pressing on your arm gently makes you jump, eyes widening as you look up into the face of Hoseok.

“You’ve gotta stop jumping like this. I’m worried you’ll give yourself a heart attack. Anyway, any reason you’re out here instead of coming inside? Like the smell of piss and weed or something?” Your nose wrinkles at that, acknowledging the disgusting smell that you’d been trying not to think about and he laughs.

“I was...coming. I just…” You struggle to get the words out, shrugging rather limply and he sighs softly. Hoseok had been trying to encourage to meet his friends now for a week, his texts saying that tonight was happening and he’d really, really love it if you came. It was a good sign that he wanted you to meet them, you knew that, but your very nature recoiled away from socialising with large amounts of people.

And that was to say nothing about being out on a weeknight, your body screaming to just go home and relax on the couch with Netflix. Or the fact that you were going to be the centre of attention.

Just the thought made you seize up in anxiety, body going cold while your breath came a little faster. Hoseok seems to tell that your mood has changed and he shifts around in front of you, cupping your face in his hands while his thumbs gently stroke at your cheeks.

“Hey...hey. What’s wrong? Tell me. Is it this? You don’t have to, I won’t be mad. Swear. I’ll call a taxi for you and you can go home if you want.” He’s looking at you earnestly, his eyes scanning over your face to track every micro expression and you feel his genuine care. The girls were right in that you’d found a good one here.

“No, no. I don’t...I just...it’s a lot. I don’t...I,” Wiping at your mouth, you look up at the sky and try hard not to start hyperventilating or something. “What if they don’t like me? And everyone’s going to be staring at me and judging me and I hate when I’m the centre of-”

“Hey...it’s okay. We’ll...I’ll make sure that they don’t make you feel uncomfortable okay? They’re good people. And they’ll like you. You’re hard not to like. Just...be yourself.” The smile on his face is reassuring but you can still feel the anxiety bubbling deeply within.

“Myself is someone with social anxiety who talks about useless crap and blurts out overly sarcastic comments. I’d rather be someone else.” You look away at that, brows rising for a moment while your lips turn down. The sound of Hoseok sighing fills your eyes and you feel bad for whining at him, knowing that he’d only know you a month and he was already having to put up your stream of negativity.

“I don’t. I like you. The useless crap is interesting and the sarcastic comments are hilarious. I want to introduce my friends to you...my girlfriend. Not some other girl, okay? Do you want to go in or…?” He points at the door, smiling at you and you just nod, eyes wide as a warmth blossoms from deep within.

He called you his girlfriend.

-

The pleased shock of what he’d called you wears off quickly as he moves along the sticky floor to the booth where his friends are all sat. It’s dim inside, the overhanging lights dull while the neon green and pink of the beer logos behind the bar contrast vibrantly. A whole multitude of spirits and other forms of alcohol sit on the space below them along with various whiskeys on the optics, just waiting for someone to order them.

Hoseok glances over at a platinum blonde haired girl behind the bar, her arms and neck covered with even more tattoos than Hoseok, before he raised a hand and pointed to you. “Can you bring a Coke please?” The girl nods and reaches for a fresh glass from above but you don’t get to pay anymore attention as Hoseok’s hand presses against your lower back once more.

It’s easy to tell where his friends are. The place isn’t too big and there isn't a huge amount of people here, only a few booths filled up. But his friends are loud, talking at incredible volumes and laughing even louder than that. You know it’s them because he’s leading you directly to them, the pressure from his hand a little stronger as you hesitate.

“It’s okay.” He whispers, quickly pressing a kiss to your temple and you heat up at the public display of affection. Yet despite the embarrassment that rolls through you, there’s an equal amount of reassurance that you feel at his presence.

The noise quietens down when you both walk up, seven interested faces glancing you up and down before looking over at Hoseok. They all look a bit squashed into the booth and Hoseok grabs two chairs from a nearby empty table, quickly ushering you into one.

“Okay so, well...errr…” He sounds a little nervous and you realise with a start that he probably is as nervous as you are. These are his friends after all, you have no doubt that he wants them to like you while also hoping that you’ll like them. He quickly introduces each person, pointing to each one and you follow along, giving shy smiles to each one as they smile in return or wave.

“And...well...this is Y/N. If anyone says anything mean then I will feed you a rotten egg. I have one in my fridge that I need to throw out, so it can happen.” Hoseok threatens lightly, his smile light but you can sense an edge behind it too. No one says anything in response to that and he shuffles a tiny bit closer, his arm moving to rest on the back of your chair.

“Err...hi.” It’s all you can get out, your body tensing from their attention. You think frantically for something else to say, desperately hoping that someone else will take up the mantle for you and thankfully, Jimin’s fiancée Eden does.

“What do you do then? Anything interesting?” The question makes you glance down at your hands, their carefully painted nails playing with the zip on your bag as you swallow.

“I’m just an admin assistant for a wholesaler. Nothing interesting.” She nods at that with a laugh, rolling her eyes and leaning back into her partner. His hair isn’t pink anymore, but instead a deep black that makes him look appallingly attractive.

Actually they all look attractive and you want to point an accusatory finger at Hoseok, wondering how on earth he managed to find six other men who looked like they modelled for high fashion brands at the weekend. Nothing to boost your self confidence than having seven guys prettier than you around you.

“God, I feel you. I’m convinced there’s no such thing as hell otherwise my life would not be as shit as it is. I’m a receptionist at a doctor’s clinic, which would be fine if it wasn’t for the fact that patients are not only dumb as fuck but also some of the rudest people out there. Like...I get you’re in pain and hurting but there’s no need to be an ass, you know?” You find yourself smiling with a nod, her open nature and friendliness calling out to you.

“You think that’s bad? Try having to deal with people who need legal representation when you know they’re the scum of the earth. God, I wish I’d chosen something boring to specialise in, like property law. Law and Order makes it look really interesting but it’s really not, it’s just stress and boring research.” Namjoon’s the one who says that, his hair blonde and shaved pretty short on the sides.

He has a kind face, you decide, as you watch him laugh over something Jungkook says, the man next to him. Deep dimples spot his cheeks when he smiles and you can easily see why he ended up being the first to not only marry but also have a child.

His wife is apparently still in the end stages of pregnancy, hence why she’s not here tonight. As nice as the extra female company would have been, you’re sure she’s probably curled up at home. Part of you wishes you were curled up at home too.

“Friends, friends...I have two words for you all...customer...service.” Taehyung, a ridiculously attractive man who you think actually should have a career as a model instead of a customer service representative, says with raised brows, hands lifting into the air as he shrugs. His eyes are barely visible beneath the tousled, curled black hair he’s sporting.

Hisses and winces of sympathy erupt from everyone, including you, before the conversation carries on further. Nothing else leaves you because you can’t think of anything to talk about so you simply listen. No one notices the quietness that you fall into as they continue to talk, their friendships allowing them to chat easily and quickly through numerous topics that you don’t particularly understand.

You’re good at disappearing into the background of people, vanishing from conversations and simply watching them happen around you. It was a lot easier than trying to figure out how to talk without sounding like an idiot, which was a regular occurrence for you.

But after ten minutes of it, apart from a thank you to the bartender who brings you your drink, Hoseok evidently takes notice. He leans close to you, lips brushing against your ear and you shiver ever so slightly as his warm breath tickles the fine hairs as he speaks in a low voice to you.

“Is everything okay? You’ve gone quiet.” You look at him with wide eyes, shrugging slightly as you curl into yourself a little more. He frowns in response, lips pursing slightly and causing his lip ring to jut out funnily as he contemplates your response.

But he doesn’t say anything vocally, instead just moves his arm to wrap around your shoulders and tug you a little closer. He’s delightfully warm against you and the now familiar smell of peppermint and sandalwood envelops you as he does so. You have no idea what cologne he uses but it smells amazing, and there’s nothing better than a nice smelling guy sometimes.

“Hoseok told us about your first date by the way, I’m not surprised he couldn’t get out of an escape room.” Jimin pipes up suddenly, a mischievous look on his face as Hoseok stiffens next to you in outrage. He’s sputtering for a reply and you can’t help but smile, ducking your head down and shrugging.

“Don’t be too mean, I also couldn’t get us out.” You admit quietly, a meek look on your face as they all laugh. Taehyung pointed at Jungkook with an incredulous look, eyes widening as he accuses the post-grad student.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing, the last time we did one of those you broke the fucking door. Got banned from the damn place after having to pay to have it fixed.” Everyone looks at Jungkook in amusement at that, an oddly fond expression woven into them as he begins to protest his innocence immediately.

“I didn’t break it! I just...tried opening it. And it did.” He gestures, shoulders slumping as he slides down the seat ever so slightly, his bottom lip sticking out in an adorable pout. From what you’ve learnt from Hoseok, Jungkook is most definitely the baby of the group. Not because he acts like a child, but because he’s the youngest and the others all treat him like a little brother.

“You. Kicked. The. Door. The fuck did you think was gonna happen?”

“Everyone said that doesn’t work in real life! I thought I’d just kick it and nothing would happen, maybe make my foot hurt or something. Felt cool though, like I was in a crime show.” Namjoon sighs deeply at that, rubbing his hand over his eyes with a weariness you get the feeling he experiences more often than not with these guys.

“Yeah, if you wanted to be in Brooklyn 99 and not Criminal Minds.” The words are filled with more than a little sarcasm from Taehyung who crosses his arms over his chest, suddenly making you realise how broad he is. It’s not helped when you find yourself assessing them all and realising that while Taehyung and Seokjin are both incredibly wide, Yoongi and Jimin appear to be almost petite with how slender they are.

“Well I may have sucked ass, and perhaps we would die if we ended up in a horror situation which required us to solve our way out of a room, but I didn’t break anything. And the rest of the date went fine, thank you very much.” Hoseok leans back in his chair, a smirk on his face as he looks smugly at them all.

And you can’t help it, you just cannot help yourself.

“Except for when you told me about that girl throwing up on your dick.” 

Immediately he looks at you in betrayal, jaw dropping open and letting you see that he’s changed his tongue piercing for a black ball instead of silver. But you can’t help but smile and giggle his brows furrowed in disbelief, the noise increased in volume when he starts to tickle you playfully.

“I told you that in confidence!”

“No you didn’t, you said it in the middle of a restaurant on a first date! That’s like...the least confidential thing ever. You may as well have hired a skywriter to write it out or something.” You wriggle away from his fingers, pushing at his hands to try and avoid them.

Hoseok pauses, lips pursing together as he looks you over before he sneers. It’s not a mean face, you can see the joy in his eyes and part of you feels relief rush through you that you haven't offended him. “Maybe so.”

“A girl threw up on your dick?” Jungkook asks, his face a complete picture of disgust. On the contrary, Jimin just shrugs before waving a hand airily.

“Hey man, you do you. If that’s what gets you off then that’s what gets you off. This is a non-judgemental place.” He said serenely, causing Eden to turn and look at him with a raised brow.

“You get turned on at egg-laying dildos. In fact...you told me that you wanted to try role playing as Thanos the other night.” That stuns everyone into silence, a slight look of judgement on everyone’s face as they look at the smaller man. He maintains a perfectly blank face before shrugging.

“I will admit that maybe my sexual practices aren’t your normal ones…”

The conversation spirals after that, becoming one of intense discussions about sexual preferences, kinks and even fetishes. Some of the things said make you heat up from curiosity but most of them are because of pure embarrassment. They laugh and joke about things that you’ve never heard anyone joking about before and you find that you don’t have anything to add.

Not that you’re sure you want to have anything to add. You do find out though that Hoseok has been much more adventurous in bed than you given some of the stories both he and the others tell. Apparently a few of them had lived together in college and they’d had a truly wild time during those years.

It was certainly amusing though and you found that you quite liked just listening to them talk, absorbing their stories and disseminating the intense history between them all. The easy way they slipped into each others conversations made their long friendships obvious and you felt a pang of longing for something like this.

There was no doubt that Chungha and Soyeon were the same with you, but you’d never seen it like this on such a large scale with this many friends. 

After a while though, you feel your inner tolerance for social situations rapidly depleting and a swirl of anxiety runs through you as you realise that it’s already nearing 9pm. You still have to get home, a thirty minute taxi ride away, and then shower for the next day. Your bed is calling you more than ever and you fidget for a few minutes, wondering how to politely tell Hoseok that you wanted to leave.

Leaving social events was never easy for you because you always felt like you were going to let people down or have them judge you. But you were tired, your eyes beginning to droop as your energy levels fell and the makeup on them pulled them down. The warmth of Hoseok against you wasn’t helping either, the desire to curl up into him and sleep so strong.

You don’t realise that you’ve drifted off for a few minutes, head resting against Hoseok’s shoulder as one hand lays on his thigh. Not until he gently jerks you awake, your eyes widening as you blink rapidly to try and move through the fog of sleep.

“Hey...you wanna go home? I’ll call a taxi for you.” A murmur of protest leaves you, a new anxiety at letting him down burning at you but he shakes his head with a sweet smile. Pressing his lips to your forehead, he grabs his phone and opens the Uber app. “It’s okay, honestly. I know you’re tired by now and I’d rather you go now than stay out and be even more tired.”

You can’t find it in yourself to complain any further, just laying your head back down on his shoulder and trying your hardest to stay awake. It was hard though, and you wondered what his friends thought seeing you like this. A benefit to being so drained of energy though was that you didn’t particularly care what they thought of you right now. You just wanted to go home and go to bed.

“Come on, it’s here,” Hoseok whispered, shifting you until you got up out of the uncomfortable wooden seat, stretching out with a quiet groan. “I’m just gonna take her to the taxi.”

“Bye, it was nice meeting you.” You say, your voice incredibly soft but all of them give you a smile in response as they give their goodbyes as well. Hoseok takes your hand, entangling your fingers, before gently pulling you back through the bar to the door. The waiting Uber is parked at the side of the road, waiting for you to get in and Hoseok walks over, opening the door.

Before you get in though, you wrap your arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. “Do you think it went okay?” 

Your words are a little muffled but he hears them anyway, the street is pretty quiet except for the idling engine of the car. His hand rubs along your back slowly and you lean a tiny bit back, looking up at him in the crappy lighting.

“I think it went good. Don’t worry about it, honestly. Anyway...text me when you get home so I know you’re safe, okay?” You nod, feeling a little like you’re being instructed by a parent but it makes you feel warm and good at his concern. “Good. I’ll text you good night.”

With that, he gives you a sweet kiss goodnight, nothing intense or passionate. Just...nice, a goodbye kiss. And once he’s done, despite the flurry of butterflies you still feel when he kisses you, you get into the taxi and smile at him as he closes the door and watches as the car drives off.

-

Hoseok heads back into the bar once he can’t see the Uber anymore, excited happiness buzzing through him. He really did think it had gone well tonight; both on your side and his friends side. Even though he’d prewarned them that you were pretty shy and awkward, they’d been very respectful in a way that had surprised him.

Sitting back on his chair, he leans forward and grabs his beer, taking a deep swig before placing it back down. Everyone is sat staring at him, each with a differing expression on their face and he knows what they’re all waiting for.

Sighing deeply, he shrugs and lifts his hands up. “Well?”

“Where did you find that church mouse?” Jimin asks, his brows rising incredibly high. A few of the other chuckle, lips turning up as they nod and Hoseok feels defensiveness rising in him.

“She’s not that bad. Just...quiet. I told you she was.” He’s about to say more but Namjoon holds up a hand, calming down the atmosphere immediately.

“She was nice Hoseok. A little nicer than we’re used to with you I think. But that’s good, don’t get offended!” He says when Hoseok’s face turns outraged. “I think she’ll be good for you. You seem very relaxed with her.”

“I think you’re cute together,” Eden pipes up with a grin. “The shy girl and the loud, tattooed guy. Like one of those romance books or a fanfic.”

Hoseok frowns slightly, running his tongue over his lip ring. “Is that good?”

“Yes. She’s living the dream, that’s all I’ll say.”

[lotusss-flowerbomb]

But I Hate You

PART 1

Florian Munteanu x reader

Warnings: None for this chapter.

A/N: Few things, yes I used the Mike Jones phone number and yes, I’m still laughing about it. Also, rather than completely butchering the Romanian language, I opted to use bold and italics for the dialog, so use your imagination. Lol the texts are also bold italics, but they are in English.

Word Count: 3,706

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You were sitting in your desk chair spinning in circles and bored out of your mind when your phone vibrated.

"Oh, thank God," you snatched it up hoping that it was one of your friends asking you to come out and do something; anything, but sit in this apartment.

Your excitement was quickly replaced by confusion. You looked at the message, but didn't recognize the number, so you sat the phone down and decided to ignore it. Whoever it was could figure it out on their own. After a few minutes it vibrated again, same number.

(555) 330-8004: Hi, please answer. I really need your help.

You stared at the message and figured you could at least tell them they had the wrong number since it seemed like an emergency.

You: Hey, I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong number.

(555) 330-8004: Is this Y/N?

You: Yes, who is this?

(555) 330-8004: Florian...

You rolled your eyes. What the hell did he want?

You: Go away, muscles. How did you even get my number?

(555) 330-8004: I have my ways.

You: Oh please, I know it was Mike. Tell me what you want before I block you.

You and Florian absolutely did not get along. Ever since he'd moved there he had a new bimbo on his lap every night. You especially couldn't stand how arrogant he constantly acted. He knew he was attractive and was not afraid to flaunt it.

He definitely didn't hide that he didn't care for you either and the only reason the two of you had to ever be around each other was because your best friend was dating his best friend.

Florian: I need a favor. Can I come talk to you?

You: Lol is this some sort of joke?

Florian: No joke. No games. I just really need to talk to you... It's about Mike and Kay.

You: Okay.

You texted him your address. You weren't exactly sure what was going on, but if it concerned your best friend Kay, then you wanted to know about it. You debated whether or not if you should call her to make sure everything was okay, but you also knew her and Mike's anniversary was coming up and maybe Florian wanted to plan something for them.

An hour later, you were buzzing him in. You held the door open and waited for him to reach your unit.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Hey," you said back. He didn't say anything else, just stood there looking around. "So, um, is everything okay with Kay and Mike?"

"Hmm? Oh yeah," he said coming out of his trance.

"Okay, well, would you like to tell me what this is about then?"

"It's not about them. I lied, I needed to talk to you."

"Florian, why are you here?" You crossed your arms over your chest.

"Because I really need a favor from you." He actually looked nervous. You could see his cheeks turning red and he hadn't even said anything yet.

"Mmm hmm, I'm willing to listen, but I'm sure I'll say no."

"I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend," he blurted out.

You stared at him silently and then you doubled over in laughter.

"You can't be serious right now, gym junkie," you wiped the tear from your eye. When you looked back up at him, his expression had not changed and he was certainly not laughing. Your demeanor switched to serious. "Dude, you cannot be for real."

"Please? My parents are coming and they think I'm in a steady relationship and you're the only person I know who has nothing else to do."

"Don't be a shit head," you slapped his arm. "And I'm not lying to your parents for you."

"Do I need to beg?" He got down on his knees in front of you and hugged your waist. "Can you please do this one favor for me, I will be forever grateful."

He looked up at you with those big hazel green eyes and poked out his bottom lip.

"But, I hate you," you whined.

Now he's added a smile. You might as well have softy tattooed across your forehead. Kay always told you that you were too nice for your own good.

"And what exactly do I get out of this?" You questioned.

"Me," he scoffed.

"Hard pass!" You tried to move his arms, but he tightened his grip.

"No, I'll give you whatever you want," he buried his face in your stomach.

"I would like a very nice trip to the Bahamas—."

"Done!" He said without hesitation.

"And 1,000 bucks, right now." You finished. He looked at you like you were crazy and you held your hand out. You wiggled your fingers.

He sighed and reached into his pocket for his wallet. "I get a kiss for $1,000." He said handing you the bills.

"Cheek only. Lips will cost you $500 more."

"This is robbery," he huffed.

"Mmm hmm," you snatched the money from him. "When are they coming?"

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?! That gives me no time to mentally prepare for fake liking you."

"Too bad. You've been paid. I'll give you the cliff notes tomorrow." He leaned in like he was going to kiss you. You put your palm flat on his face and mushed him away.

"Save it for tomorrow, meat head."

"You having to be nice to me is going to be so worth the money." He smiled.

"Yeah, get out." You shooed him out of the door.

After you shut the door behind him you leaned up against it. This was not going to be easy and you should've just simply told him no. You'd have to have a talk with Mike about giving him your phone number in the first place.

********

"You what?!" Your best friend cackled on the other end of the phone as you told her about your agreement with Florian. "Why would you do that?"

"Because he gave me the puppy dog eyes. What was I supposed to do?"

"Look away, maybe?" She continued to laugh.

"Kay, you aren't helping. Maybe you should tell your boyfriend not to give my phone number to people I don't like!" You huffed.

"Oh please, don't blame my beautiful man. You're the one who let him come over."

"Because he straight up lied and said he needed to talk to me about you guys."

"Relax. He's an attractive guy and it's only a week. Can't be that bad." She said.

"A week?!" You screeched. "I thought it was just one night."

She started laughing again, "This is going to be hilarious. You'd better finish getting ready. Dinner will be soon."

"Ugh!" You hit the end call button. You couldn't take anymore of her teasing and when Florian showed up to get you, he was going to get an ear full for not telling you how long his parents would be in town.

Your door buzzed just as you were trying to decide which shoes to wear. You ran over to let him in and cracked the door open. When he reached your apartment he still knocked before entering. You came walking out of the bedroom with two shoes.

"Which one?" You held them up to him.

"Uh..." he looked you up and down. You had on a form fitting skirt that flared at the bottom and an off the shoulder top. Your hair was pinned to one side and your makeup was flawless. He couldn't help but admire how beautiful you looked.

"Florian, come on, which one?" You dangled the shoes in his face.

"Oh, um, that one," he pointed.

You nodded and ran back to the room to put your shoes on. When you came back out you were wearing the one he didn't choose. You grabbed your clutch and held the door open for him.

"Why'd you have me pick if you were just going to choose the opposite?"

"Because I knew it would irritate you and I wanted to start the night off right." You smiled.

He just shook his head and walked past you. Damn, he smelled good.

********

When he pulled up to the restaurant, you checked yourself one final time. On the way over, he told you some things about himself. Some of them you already knew, most of them you didn't.

"Remember not to use my full name. Call me Flo, everyone close to me does."

You nodded in confirmation and exhaled heavy. "Not gonna lie, I'm nervous." You rubbed your hands on your skirt.

"Why?"

"What if they don't like me?" You questioned.

"You aren't my real girlfriend," he shrugged.

"Yeah, but I still want them to like me." You rolled your eyes.

"It seems like I'm the only person who can't stand you, so you'll be great." He got out of the car and came around to your side and opened the door.

"Do I look okay?" You asked as you got closer to the door.

"You look beautiful," he replied and kissed your forehead. Before you could respond he was leading you inside to the table.

He was excited to see his parents he grabbed his father into a big bear hug and they exchanged kisses on the cheek. Then he grabbed his mother and did the same. You stood by and took it all in. It was strange to see him be baby boy since you were so used to seeing him being a play boy.

"Mama, Tata, this is Y/N," he pulled you forward.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Munteanu," you waved shyly.

His mother reached out to hug you and so did his father. It surprised you. It was as if they already knew you. You all sat down and he couldn't wipe the smile from his face. You on the other hand started biting the inside of your cheek out of nervousness.

He put his hand on top of yours for comfort. You looked up him and smiled. Who the hell was this person?

"It's so nice to finally meet you, we've heard so much about you."  His mother smiled at you speaking in Romanian. He'd told you on the way over that they were most comfortable speaking in their native tongue when the three of them were together and you assured him that it was okay.

"She said —"

"Well, I hope they were all good things," you replied back perfectly. The look on his face was of total shock. He had no idea you knew how to speak Romanian. And flawlessly at that.

"Oh, you speak Romanian? He didn't tell us. I like you already."  His father chimed in.

"I was keeping it a surprise?"  His statement was definitely more of a question geared towards you. You just winked at him and continued talking to his parents.

For the rest of the night, you all talked and laughed. Florian kept stealing little kisses from you throughout the entire time, until you pinched his thigh really hard under the table.

All the awkwardness of the entire situation forgotten until his mother brought up seeing you again for a girl's day before they headed back home. You smiled and agreed. The guilty feeling settled in as you said goodnight and settled into the car. They were headed back to his place and decided to take an Uber.

He got into the car and just looked at you.

"What?" You scrunched up your face.

"Since when do you speak Romanian?"

"Since this morning when I bought Rosetta Stone," you shrugged.

"Really?!"

"No, goofball, I learned when I was younger. The lady who watched me after school was from Romania and she taught me."

"You never told me that," he said.

"You and I don't exactly talk much outside of insulting each other."

The silence settled around you the rest of the way back to your apartment. He walked you up to your apartment like the perfect gentleman.

"You know you don't have to hang out with my mom. I'll tell her you have some work thing that you can't get out of."

"Absolutely not, I already feel bad about lying to them, I can't ditch her. Besides, she's nice and maybe she can teach me a thing or two about catching a real man." You stuck your tongue out at him playfully.

"Ouch!" He winced as he laughed.

He followed you inside claiming to be thirsty. You told him to help himself as you sat down on the couch. He came out of the kitchen with two bottles of water and sat next to you handing you one. He sat his bottle down, grabbed your feet and removed your shoes. You wiggled your toes as they were freed.

"Thank you," you said softly.

"You're welcome," he pushed them off of his lap and jumped up laughing.

"See, this is why I don't like you. You play too much," you said as you stood to follow him to the door.

"Thank you," he sobered for a moment to say. He lifted your chin towards him and softly pressed his lips to yours. Your breath caught in your throat and before you could stop them your eyes closed.

They fluttered open when he pulled back a little.

Florian tried his best to keep it subtle and not push it, but the look in your eyes spurred him forward. He kissed you again and this time you wrapped your arms around his neck and invited his tongue inside. He dropped the bottle on the floor and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he pressed your back into the door.

You moaned into his mouth as his hands kneaded your ass. Then your phone started vibrating inside your purse snapping you from your trance. You stopped kissing him.

"Oh my God," you pushed back and unwrapped your legs. He reluctantly let you down with a disappointed groan. "We can't."

"Why not?" He bent down to kiss your neck.

"Because we both know that we shouldn't."

He stopped and rolled his eyes. "You should loosen up a little."

"Yeah, whatever, I'm sure you've got something loose you can call to satisfy your craving." You opened the door.

"My craving is never satisfied. They don't call me Big Nasty for nothing."

"Ugh!" You pushed him out into the hall and slammed the door.

"I'll call you later!" He yelled.

********

The next day at work you dragged your feet. You couldn't sleep at all due to thinking about that stupid kiss. You struggled to get yourself together. You had back to back showings and needed to be on your A-game to close these deals. On your way to the first meeting, Florian's phone number flashed across the screen interrupting the song you'd been listening to. You debated with yourself before answering and decided to do so.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

"You can start off by letting me finish what we started last night," he quipped.

"Yeah, that's never gonna happen, Munteanu. What do you want?"

"Just seeing what you were up to," he replied.

Your heart fluttered in your chest. He wanted to just call and check up on you? This new side of Florian was seriously messing with your brain.

"I'm on my way to a meeting. I need to close the deal on this house today."

"Where is it??"

"Why? You gonna show up and pretend to be interested?" You laughed.

"Maybe," you could hear the smile on his face.

You gave him the address and told him to show up in a suit and look serious. "I'm here, I have to go. Wish me luck."

"Good luck," he said just before you hung up and rushed inside.

You weren't late, but the clients were early and already waiting for you, so basically you were late.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Rodrigo, nice to see you both again." You shook their hands and led them inside. The couple was really undecided on the house and this was the third time they've come to see it. You knew they wanted you to come down on the price, but you just weren't willing to do it. You staged it differently this time around, so they could see the endless decorating possibilities.

You'd been talking to the Rodrigos for half an hour when you heard other voices. The three of you went to see who had entered the home. When you rounded the corner, you stopped in your tracks at the sight of Florian and his parents.

"Hello," he said with the biggest smile on his face. His mom and dad pretended to busy themselves with something else.

"Uh, hi-hello," you stuttered.

"I saw the sign out front while we were riding by. Is this an open house?"

"Oh, no, I'm sorry, this is a private showing we—"

"Hello! My name is Florica and this is my husband Dorin," his mom walked over enthusiastically and extended her hand. You looked at her confused as well as the Rodrigos.

"I apologize, but we do not speak the language," Mr. Rodrigo said.

"No, worries, she's just introducing herself. Florica and Dorin." Florian jumped in.

"So now you will continue to pretend that you have no clue what I'm saying and I'll squeal like a school girl about everything."  She grabbed Dorin's hand and walked off.

You looked to Florian again.

"She's going to drag him around to look at the house."

"But I've told you, this is a private showing." You tried to sound stern.

"Have you closed yet?" He asked.

"Well, no, but —"

"So, it's still available?"

"Technically —"

You heard an excited scream from the other room. The Rodrigos eyed each other and then you. Florian walked away in the direction of his parents.

"You're not going to let them buy this place are you?" Mrs. Rodrigo asked.

"Well, if they make an offer, I don't have much choice. I'd think you didn't want it if you don't decide today." You said.

She looked to her husband. "You need to stop being cheap. I want this house."

"Sweetheart, they are not going to make an offer today. Nobody makes an offer on the first house that they see."

The couple continued to go back and forth until the other family reentered the room.

"If they have yet to make a decision, tap your foot twice and we'll lay it on thick." Dorin said looking at his son as if he wasn't speaking to you.

You tapped your foot and Florica started speaking. She was very excited and very animated. You were trying your best to keep your laughter in and Florian was trying his best to fake translate.

"She said, she likes this house and she wants it."

"Uh, I," you looked to the other couple and gave them an apologetic smile.

"No, no, we were here first and we'll take it." Mrs. Rodrigo spoke up.

"Are you sure you don't want to discuss it first?" You asked.

"Absolutely not, I want this house and we will sign all papers right this second if need be."

You looked to her husband and he sighed in defeat. You apologized to Florian and his family and bid them a farewell. You gave them a card and told them to call you and you'd set up some showings for them.

********

After work, you stopped by Kay's house to tell her about the day. She just listened to you go on and on about how great Florian and his parents were earlier today.

"What?" You stopped mid sentence once you noticed how she was looking at you.

"Nothing, you just haven't stopped smiling since you said his name." She smirked at you.

"Kayla Rose, please don't. I still can't stand him, but he did come through for me today. And I really do like his parents... I wonder if it's too late to be adopted?" You laughed.

"So you got along with mama and tata last night? Cute."

"Will you stop it," you rolled your eyes.

"And Flo? How'd you get along with him?" She quizzed.

"It was cool. I mean, he's a completely different person around his parents. All that bravado and playboy attitude was shed like a second skin."

"Mmm hmm and then what?"

"That's it," you shrugged.

"Sis, I know you better than you know yourself. You're hiding something and I want to know what it is." You chewed the inside of jaw. Your telltale sign of nervousness. "Did you fuck him?!" She yelled.

"Shhh!! Do you want your blabber mouth boyfriend to hear you?" You covered her mouth, "no, I did not have sex with him. But we did kinda almost have sex."

"Tell me everything," she scooted closer.

"There's nothing to tell, we kissed and then we stopped before it went any further."

"You know he likes you. He just pretends to hate you, because he knows you can't stand him."

"Girl, hush." You waved her off.

"I'm serious. He has a crush on you which is probably why he asked you to do this in the first place. He could've asked anyone."

"Mmm hmm," you rolled your eyes.

"I'm telling you the truth. And he's actually a really sweet guy, ya know? He's just very guarded." She touched your arm.

"Are you... Are you seriously rallying for him and I? Kay, it's never going to happen." You stood.

"Okay, I'm just saying —"

"Ah, ah, ah, ch, ch!" You shushed her, "please say no more. I gotta go."

The two of you said your goodbyes and you headed home. There is absolutely no way you'd ever consider Florian. Did he help you out today? Absolutely and you'd find a way to repay him, but to think that you could be anything more than just friends was asinine. The two of you simply just did not mesh.

Although, that kiss the other night was incredible and you hadn't felt a fire like that in a while.

"No, no, no," you shook your head to clear your thoughts. Just a few more days and you could be rid of him and on your way to the Bahamas.

[splendidlyimperfect]

When Gray wakes up one night with a voice in his head, the last thing he expects is to suddenly be sharing a body with a demon. Natsu is nothing like Gray expected, though. He's surprisingly charming, and more concerned about getting Gray to eat vegetables than he is with taking over the world. Since Gray can't push him away like he does with everyone else, he begrudgingly accepts Natsu's place in his life - for now. But when Natsu ends up needing Gray's help, what started out as an inconvenience turns into a road trip - and a friendship - that changes Gray's life.

Chapter Summary: Gray and Natsu start their road trip to find Natsu's body.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 Fandom: Fairy Tail Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster Characters: Gray Fullbuster, Natsu Dragneel, Lyon Vastia, Mard Geer Tartarus Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Humor, Adventure, Demonic Possession, but the good kind, demon Natsu, References to Depression, Depressed Gray, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Sort Of, Road Trips, Falling In Love, Natsu's not an evil demon, he really just wants to take care of Gray, Gray sucks at feelings

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“I’m bored.”

Gray looked up at the rearview mirror to see Natsu’s reflection in the back seat of the car. He gave Gray a pathetic look as he leaned his head against the window.

“It’s only been an hour,” Gray said, rolling his eyes. “How are you going to manage for three days?”

Natsu groaned, tipping his head back against the seat dramatically. The late afternoon sun reflected off his scales, giving his dark skin a reddish glow.

“Weren’t you the one that said three days wasn’t a long time?” Gray looked back at the road, continuing to sneak peeks in the mirror when he could. Natsu swallowed, and the tattoos on his neck shifted with his skin. Gray traced the lines where they dipped under Natsu’s shirt, and he wondered absently where they ended.

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“My stomach,” Natsu said. Gray frowned, then remembered that Natsu could read his mind. He ducked his head, trying to hide his burning cheeks. “And they’re not tattoos,” Natsu said, seemingly unperturbed by Gray’s embarrassment. “They’re markings.”

“What’s the difference?” Gray asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

“They’re magic,” Natsu explained. His image disappeared from the rearview mirror, reappearing in the passenger window as if he were sitting in the seat next to Gray. “It’s how I use my powers.”

“So... you got them in hell?”

“The hells.”

“Why?”

Natsu hesitated. “’cause, uh... I was bored.”

Gray raised an eyebrow. “You got magic tattoos—”

“Markings.”

“—markings because you were bored?”

Gray could feel Natsu’s indignance when he answered, “Yes.” He sighed. “The hells are seriously the worst. Everyone’s mean. All they wanna talk about is torturing people and vengeance and shit, and it’s boring.”

Gray was pretty sure that torture and vengeance didn’t usually fall under the umbrella of ‘boring conversation,’ but he didn’t argue.

“So... what kind of magic can you do?” he asked instead.

“Fire, mostly,” Natsu said. Something flickered in the reflection, and when Gray turned to look, he could see a small flame sitting in Natsu’s palm.

“Please don’t burn my car down.”

Natsu laughed, turning his hand palm-down and running the flame across his knuckles like a magician would with a coin. “Don’t worry,” he reassured Gray, “I can only use my magic up here when I’m inside you.” Gray made a choked sound, and Natsu’s eyes widened as he quickly added, “Shit, not like—not in you like that, I mean like using your body. To magic. Not for... other stuff.”

He quickly looked away, and Gray could swear there was an embarrassed flush on his cheeks. “Oh,” was all Gray could manage as he desperately tried to push the sudden mental image of Natsu inside him out of his head. The soft, warm presence of Natsu in the back of his mind sparked and sputtered like a candle near an open window.

“What do you do?” Natsu asked quickly. His voice was tight, and he turned away from Gray, staring out the window at the fields of canola.

“Do?” Gray rubbed his face, trying to compose himself.

“For work? School? Whatever.”

“Ah.” He exhaled, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and focusing on the highway. “I don’t.” He felt the question in the back of his mind and sighed. “I was working,” he said reluctantly, “before I moved here. And I’m not anymore. Not right now, anyway.”

“How come?”

“I don’t want to—” Gray stopped himself, realizing that the question wasn’t irritating him like he expected it to. Natsu seemed genuinely concerned and curious – there was no pity or judgement coming from him.  

“I’m on stress leave,” Gray explained. “I was working at an office before I moved here, and there was someone...” He hesitated, running his thumbs along the worn weather of the steering wheel. “Someone who made my life hell,” he said eventually.

Natsu’s reflection shifted in the window as he appeared to settle into the seat with his knees tucked up against his chest. “Is that who I saw?” he asked. “In your head?” He looked embarrassed.  

Gray didn’t answer. Instead, he exhaled, and let the memories come to the surface of his mind, drifting there for Natsu to see. “It’s okay,” he said when he felt Natsu’s hesitation. “It’s easier than talking about it.”

There was a soft tug at the back of his mind, but instead of pushing back, Gray relaxed. He watched the trees and fields fly by through the window as Natsu drifted through his memories. The low thrum of anxiety in Gray’s chest was tempered by Natsu’s soft, comforting warmth.

“What a bitch,” Natsu said eventually. Gray snorted, glancing over at the passenger window. Natsu’s reflection looked pissed at first, then slowly relaxed into regret once he realized Gray was watching. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” Gray said quietly. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. “People didn’t listen to me – she didn’t listen to me. And it just felt like I was saying no over and over, and it didn’t matter.” He rubbed his forearm self-consciously. “She started showing up at my apartment or following me to the grocery store and eventually I kinda… lost it.”

“What the actual fuck?” Natsu’s expression shifted back to angry.

Gray felt himself start to smile at Natsu’s indignance. Nobody had ever listened to him or stood up for him like this before. Lyon had been sympathetic, of course, but had never been as angry as Natsu was. It felt…

“Validating?” Natsu suggested. Gray groaned as he realized Natsu had been listening to his internal monologue again.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I haven’t really talked about it with anyone. Not since I moved.”

“We could scare the shit out of her,” Natsu suggested. “Like with Lyon – glowing eyes, fire, all that.”

Gray laughed and shook his head. “As hilarious as that would be, I never want to see her again.” A soft sense of understanding radiated from Natsu, warm and comforting. Gray let himself lean into the feeling, breathing deeply as he let some of his anger dissolve.

“Are we hungry?” Natsu asked, pulling Gray out of his feelings. “I think I am. Are you?” Natsu pointed straight ahead to a sign on the side of the road. It was faded and peeling, but the washed-out letters read Ice Cream – 99 Flavors!

“Sure,” Gray said, smiling at the excited expression on Natsu’s face. “I could go for ice cream.”

~

They spent the rest of the afternoon driving, and by the time the sun started to sink over the horizon, Gray was exhausted. He pulled into a parking lot with a neon sign flashing cheap rooms and free wifi! and yawned.

“What’s wifi?” Natsu, who had been quiet for the last couple hours of the trip, frowned at the sign.

“Internet.”

“What’s internet?”

Gray rolled his eyes as he got out of the car and stretched. The parking lot was nearly empty, and the only sounds were the low rumble of the highway and a sharp buzz from the fluorescent lights overhead.

“C’mon,” he said, grabbing his backpack from the back seat and heading toward the office. “I’ll show you.”

Their room was small and smelled like every motel Gray had ever been in. He tossed his bag on the ground and kicked off his shoes.

“It’s weird that you’re not like… here,” he said as he pulled out his phone and caught Natsu’s reflection in the screen. “Physically, I mean,” Gray added when Natsu raised an eyebrow.

“Move the mirror,” Natsu suggested, gesturing to the cracked plastic mirror that hung on the far wall. It came off its single nail easily, and Gray propped it up against the TV so it was across from the headboard. Then he flopped down on the bed and grumbled at the squeak of the springs. When he looked up at his reflection, Natsu was next to him, legs crossed in front of the pillows.

Even though Natsu wasn’t there physically, Gray could feel heat creeping into his cheeks at the idea of them both being in the same bed. Sure, he was technically alone, but the mirror showed a different story. Gray’s brain drifted back to their awkward conversation in the car, and to the blush he’d seen on Natsu’s cheeks.

“Internet?” Natsu said hopefully, pulling Gray out of his embarrassment.

“Oh,” Gray said, “Yeah, hang on a sec.” He grabbed his laptop from his backpack and opened it, connecting the wifi and opening the internet browser. “Okay, ask me a question.”

Natsu frowned. “Any question?”

“Yep. Well, not a personal question. Something you want to know about the world.”

“Hm. What’s the spiciest food ever?”

Gray quickly typed world’s spiciest food in the search bar. “Phaal curry.” He pointed to the picture. “It’s got, uh… ten of the world’s hottest peppers in it.”

Natsu’s face lit up. “Can we eat that?”

“Absolutely not.” Gray shuddered. “I hate spicy food. Plus, we’re probably not gonna find an Indian restaurant all the way out here.” Natsu pouted and Gray laughed.

“Wait,” Natsu said, frowning at the computer. “Your… machine knows that?”

“Laptop. And no, not the laptop. We’re connected to the internet.”

“And the internet knows about spicy food.”

“The internet knows pretty much everything. Try another question.”

“Uh… what’s the biggest volcano?”

“Ojos de Salado. On the border of Argentina and Chile.”

Natsu stared at the picture, eyes wide. “How does it know? How does it work?”

“That’s… a great question,” Gray said, shrugging. “I actually have no idea.”

“Ask it!”

Gray spent the next five minutes reading about the internet from a technical website, but Natsu quickly grew bored with the explanation.

“Sounds like magic,” he said, waving his hands in a vaguely mystical gesture. “Is that how you found my body?”

Gray nodded and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He opened the map and pointed to the marked location that said Belle River, British Columbia.

Natsu was silent for a minute. Gray looked at his reflection in the mirror. Natsu seemed lost in thought, eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the phone.

“What’s up?” Gray asked. “You okay?”

“Just thinking,” Natsu said. He pulled his knees up to his chest and Gray’s attention drifted as he tried to figure out exactly how the reflection worked. Was Natsu really there, in some other dimension? Was he tangible? Was there a way that he could touch Natsu? Or was his physical form just Gray’s imagination?

“No,” Natsu answered, and Gray blinked in surprise, then sighed as Natsu laughed at him. “Sorry. You think really loud. And no, you’re not imagining me. I am.”

“I… what?”

Natsu tipped his head to look at Gray and gestured to his face. “I was like… eight when I lost my body. So I looked a little different.” He closed his eyes and exhaled, and the reflection in the mirror started to shift. The pink in Natsu’s hair faded to a light brown and grew out until it was tied back in a short ponytail. His features softened, the dark marks on his arms receded, and his tight t-shirt and jeans were replaced by a too-large shirt and ripped pants. The now-young Natsu looked at Gray in the mirror and gave him a gap-toothed smile.

“You were so little,” Gray said softly. Natsu’s face looked thin and pale, and there were bright fever-spots on both his cheeks. Before Gray could say anything else, Natsu quickly shifted back to his older self.

“Yeah. So this is kinda… what I think I’d look like if I was around now.” He glanced back at Gray’s phone, then added, “I guess we’ll see when we get there.”

“That’ll be weird, hey?”

“Mm.” Natsu shrugged, but his expression was uncomfortable. “Thinking about it…” He trailed off, but his emotions intensified, leaving Gray with an unsettled sensation in the pit of his stomach.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” he asked quickly, trying his best to push the feelings away. They were too close to what he’d felt when he’d first moved away from everything and had spent most of his time curled up in his room, staring blankly at the walls.

“A movie?”

“Yeah.” Gray grabbed the laptop again and opened Netflix. “Moving pictures?” He frowned at Natsu. “You’re weird. You don’t know what the internet is, but you didn’t seem weirded out by my cell phone, or cars, or… lattes.”

“I pay attention to the human world sometimes,” Natsu said, almost defensively. “I know what a phone is! They were around last time I was topside; they were just a lot different. Same with cars. And I know what moving pictures are – the last person I possessed went to one. It was on a big screen, though, not—” He gestured at Gray’s laptop “—this.”

“Well, movies stream through the internet now,” Gray explained as he flipped through his ‘to watch’ list. It was mostly documentaries, which he didn’t think Natsu would find too exciting. He finally settled on ‘Max Max: Fury Road.’

As the screen lit up with the opening credits, Gray leaned back against the pillows. Natsu followed suit, and in their reflection, it almost looked like they were cuddling. The space beside Gray was empty, though, and he tried his best not to think about the disappointing lack of warmth.

“Who’s that?” Natsu asked, pointing to the man on screen. “Is that real? Who’s he talking to?”

“Natsu,” Gray said, rolling his eyes and turning up the volume. “I’ll explain how movies work later. Right now, just shut up and watch.”

[sunflwrvolume6]

to the end [pt 42] fin.

Poor man was outnumbered - on one side, a mother who loves his wife almost more than she loves her son, and on the other, a wife who has cried nearly every hour of every day for the past six days. In my defence, my baby is a year old now.

[ao3 ☆ wattpad]

[previous ☆ masterlist]

For the seventh time this morning, I take one look at my son and promptly burst into tears. Declan stares at me with wide eyes, then his lower lip starts quivering. He cries along with me. I scoop him up and hold him to my chest, still blubbering.

“Fucking Hell, Erin, knock it off.”

“I can’t!” Sniffling, I let Amber take Dec from my arms, and she turns away immediately. He’s giggling again in seconds. “My baby’s one now.”

“C’mon, pet, we can commiserate together.”

I stick my tongue out at my best friend before following Maura into the kitchen. Niall had told me to relax today - mostly because I can’t stop tearing up every time I look at Declan - and I’ve done my best to do just that. It’s hard, though. All I want to do is take over on the decorating.

Harry forced me from the living room the first time I tried. Zayn, having made a rare appearance in our lives, threatened to throw me into the pool the second time I tried - he followed through when I protested. Liam swatted my ass the third time I tried. And Louis... Louis did the worst: He vowed to withhold any and all coffee if I didn’t go away.

The only reason I didn’t attack him was because Maura and Niall intervened. The fact my mother-in-law knows of my love of caffeine (decidedly not an addiction, despite what my husband says) is hilarious. She’s been quick to get me coffee first thing in the morning. She even scolded Niall when he tried to tell me I needed to cut back over the last week.

Poor man was outnumbered - on one side, a mother who loves his wife almost more than she loves her son, and on the other, a wife who has cried nearly every hour of every day for the past six days. In my defence, my baby is a year old now.

Declan is no longer a wee thing. He feeds himself solid foods, and he even took his first steps just a few days ago. His personality is beginning to shine through. The only time he’s quiet is when he’s watching Phineas and Ferb. He still sleeps in bed with Niall and me most nights, but we wouldn’t have it any other way. We have a guest room if we ever want what we’ve come to call ‘adult time’.

His first word - to my utter displeasure - wasn’t “Mama”. It wasn’t even “Dada”. It was “Nana” after all the FaceTime calls with Maura. Thankfully, “Mama” was next. Niall took it like a champ, but I caught him dozens of times coaching the baby to say “Da”. It was only three months ago that Declan finally did. Niall cried.

I lean against the counter and sip at my tea. Ever since my pregnancy, I’ve actually cut back a bit on coffee, minus the last week, and Maura has recommended so many delicious teas. My favourite one at the moment tastes like Hot Tamales candies. She sits at the table and watches her son cross the room.

“I still can’t believe he got a tattoo,” she remarks once he’s out on the patio, and I snort.

“Neither can I.”

Niall hadn’t told his parents of his plans beforehand, but they certainly found out when I pinned him to the bed the day after I came home. He was half-naked and had expected something else, not me grabbing my phone and taking a photo of his chest. As soon as I sent the picture off with a Your son broke his own rule!, I gave in and gave him what he wanted.

Maura had called that afternoon demanding an explanation. Evidently, Niall had chosen to get the tattoo because I’d been talking about getting a tattoo of Dec’s name if he would. He’d kept saying ‘no’, but then Matt did what he did. Niall figured it would make me feel better.

I was in the nearest parlour two days later, watching as needles left inked kisses on my chest. I even got the Irish version of Declan’s name to match Niall’s perfectly.

Natalie announces her presence with a shout of “Monster is here!” Levi toddles into the kitchen, followed closely by his mother, and I lean down to scoop him up. Peppering his cheek with dozens of kisses, I inhale the scent that only a child can have. Amber stole my baby, so I’m stealing Nat’s.

The exhaustion on her face tells me she doesn’t mind a damn bit. I stifle a giggle then tap a finger against the coffeemaker. She lets out a long, low groan and kisses my cheek as she passes.

“Thanks for coming, Natty. I appreciate it.”

She pins me with an unimpressed look. “Dude, it’s my little chipmunk. Why wouldn’t I come?”

“I dunno, maybe you had other—”

“Gonna stop you there, Casper.” Natalie throws an arm around my shoulders, tugging me into her side. “Your anxiety is lying to you. Not a damn person in this house would rather be anywhere than right here celebrating Dec’s birthday.”

“My baby’s one,” I mumble, sniffling and wiping a stray tear away.

Before anyone can say a word, Levi grabs my cheeks with two chubby hands and presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the tip of my nose. I splutter out a protest but can’t stop laughing. I love kids so much; they always know how to cheer someone up. Even if I do end up with toddler slobber in my nostrils.

Maura, Natalie, Amber, and I take the boys out onto the patio for some last-minute sunshine before the party begins. And because the men have all but kicked me out of the house until they’re done decorating. I have to be thankful that Niall is just as particular about placement as I am.

My parents and half-siblings arrive an hour later. Jonna stomps through the house, dropping to sit in a chair on the patio, and I glance up my mom. She only shrugs.

“Dad took her phone because she snuck out of the house.”

“I only went to the park with Andrea!” my half-sister protests.

“Jonna!” I scowl at the teenager before winking quickly. “Haven’t I taught you a damn thing about not getting caught?”

“Erin!”

Jonna’s anger melts, and soon enough, she joins in on the conversation. When we go inside and my mother’s back is turned, I slip Jonna the phone I bought for her to use when she’s here but grounded from electronics. Our parents should really expect less of me - I’m always going to go against what they say if I think it’s unfair. Sneaking out and getting in trouble for it?

Definitely unfair.

All she’d done was hang out with a friend past curfew. I did so much worse when I was her age. Namely, sneaking into bars with lax rules and playing gigs to a bunch of drunks with my friends.

Niall finally deems the decorations appropriate for a good party, and everyone gathers in the living room. As I sit beside my husband, our one-year-old on his lap, I watch our closest family and friends celebrate the momentous occasion with us. My heart aches with the love I hold for these crazy, silly, amazing people who make my life Hell and Heaven wrapped in one.

Only a year ago, I was struggling with being a new mother. I felt alone and isolated from everyone I cared about. I drowned in the idea that they would all be better without me. But I’ve made it an entire year, and everything has settled. I know I can do this. I can be a daughter, a wife, a sister, and - most importantly of all - a mother to the most amazing little boy I’ll ever love.

And if Nat bought my kid a drum-set and play-microphone that plays children’s songs, how can I be angry?

This is my life. It will be to the end.

[cruecifymesixx]

Love and Leather /part fifty sixx/

Word Count: 8.6k

A/N: I’m going to have a lot of fun with the next few chapters! but enjoy! feed back is always appreciated.

Warnings: minimal angst, language, drug use, Tommy falling in love again

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*flashback, October 1986*

Nikki had invited me to a Halloween themed party the band was throwing. I had just parked my car in front of Nikki’s house, walking up the steps to his front door. People were all around outside as someone stumbled out the front door, throwing up in the bushes. I stepped past him, walking inside his house. Every square inch of his house was stuffed full with bodies, Alice cooper was blaring throughout the house. I can’t fucking stand Alice Cooper and I hate how Nikki worships the ground he walks on.

I stepped off to the side, going to the bathroom as some dude was getting blowed, “Get out.” I demanded. The chick on her knees quickly got up, wiping her bottom lip as she left.

“Van, what the fuck?” I looked at the guy who was leaning against the wall, wearing a mask as he took it off, “You totally just cock blocked me.” Vince pouted as he quickly tucked his dick back into his pants.

“I’m saving you, she was ugly.” I retorted, “Can you like leave? I need to go to the bathroom.”

He smirked, “Are you just gonna leave me hanging?” Vinny questioned, motioning to his extremely visible hard on.

“Yes I am. Now get out.” I gave him a light push out the door as I quickly slammed it, locking it shut.

I groaned, taking off this stupid white halo as it was hurting my head. I decided to go with the oh so original slutty angel costume. Mainly because it was last minute just like this party. I touched up my make up, making sure my lipstick was good to go. I tousled my hair before putting the halo back on.

I walked out the bathroom, getting shoulder checked by some chick who walked past me. I exhaled as I continued walking through the house. I didn’t see giant black hair sticking out like a sore thumb so I went outside to his backyard. It was more crowded then the inside if that’s even possible. Half naked chicks were frolicking around in the pool while half naked chicks danced for a group of guys outside in the lounging area Nikki had created.

I let out a pouty huff, where the fuck is he?

I felt two hands wrap around my waist, “You look a little lost? Need some help?” I smiled as I rested my hands on top of his.

“Yeah, I’m looking for Nikki Sixx, bassist of Mötley Crüe, you know him? He told me to meet him here.”

His chuckle was low in my ear, lips pressed against the skin, “Nikki Sixx? Never heard of him. Can you describe him for me?”

I rested my head against his clavicle as I watched the party goers, some chicks giving me the stink eye, “Well, you couldn’t miss him. He has this huge mass of black hair that you can’t tame no matter how hard you try. He’s tall, like six foot or something. Has a few tattoos on his body, my favorite are the lips on top of his hip. I usually kiss it before I go down on him-“

His laughter vibrated my body as he held me tighter, pressing his lips to my shoulder now, “And what else, doll?”

I hm’d out loud, “Oh, and he has such beautiful eyes but he hides them behind his hair because he’s shy.”

“I am not shy!” Nikki yelped as he turned me around, still keeping his arms wrapped around my body.

I laughed, “You’ve even told me you’re shy!” My eyes flickered up to the red horns on top of his head, then down to the red cape and pitchfork he was also holding, “How ironic.”

“More like iconic, isn’t it fitting?” He questioned, eyes checking out my costume, I mean my tits that were about to fall out of my dress.

“An angel? You know they’re innocent, right?” He muttered as he played with my halo and wings I was wearing.

“Well, the Devil was once an angel too Nikki.”

He smiled as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, “I could always take you to hell with me, Princess.”

I stood up on my tip toes as I pecked his lips, “Very tempting offer, but I’m okay here in the purgatory.”

Nikki laughed, returning the kiss as he rested his hand around the back of my neck, “Vanity, with the sins you’ve committed being around me, you’ll be right by my side in hell.”

*end flashback*

“You want to be an angel for Halloween?” I asked, looking down at Arianna as she handed me a costume. She nodded, smiling widely at me.

“Okay then.” I muttered putting it in the basket as we walked around the Halloween store.

It’s a few weeks from Halloween and Arianna found out from the help of her lovely uncle Tommy that kids get candy for free, so like any small child would react she’s been itching for the day we go trick or treating.

“Mommy, uncle Tee-Tee coming back?” I looked down at Arianna again, seeing her holding the teddy bear Tommy had given her.

I looked down at my watch, “I think he’ll be getting off the plane in a few hours, pumpkin.”

Tommy and Arianna had a unique bond, and when I say bond I mean he brings her toys and princess dresses to win her affection. Our relationship was still the same, he was still T-bone and I’m still Van to him. We didn’t have to talk about the night we spent together the next morning, it didn’t cause a blimp in the universes timeline. It was okay.

I bought Arianna’s costume and a few decorations for the house and we were soon on our way back home.

I unlocked the door, hearing soft country being played over the stereo, “Auntie! Grandma!”

My eyes popped out of their sockets as I saw Clementine and my mother sitting on my couch, chatting over a cup of tea, “Mom? Wha-What are you doing here?” I questioned, taking off my sunglasses and putting the bags on the table.

“I came to see my beautiful little granddaughter! Hi babygirl!” Mom smiled as Arianna ran over to her and hugged her legs, mom quickly picking her up and devouring her cheeks in kisses.

“Your mom and I were just talking about some hilarious stories about you, Van.” Clementine chirped, smirking at me as she did so.

“She did?! Mom!” I yelled as I took off my jacket.

“Say mommy, inside voice.” Mom told Arianna, she attempted but it came out a gibberish mess.

“I had some free time and wanted to come see you and Ari. My cruise ship leaves from the city in two days so I thought I’d spend them with you two, and Clementine.”

“Hi auntie.” Arianna said, mom putting her down as she went over and gave Clem a hug.

“Okay, but a little warning would be nice. You can’t just show up to my house unexpected....” I pointed out as she gave me a stern look.

“You mean, the house I bought you?” Mom stated, eyebrow raised as I rolled my eyes with a sigh.

“How was your flight?” I questioned as she came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, moving strands of hair out of my face.

“It was wonderful, I took my happy pill and fell asleep.”

I stared at her, and then at Clementine as she was trying not to laugh at my discomfort, “Must be nice.” I muttered.

“You’re lucky. Your grandparents are coming on the cruise with me and they wanted to see you too. But I vouched for you and said that Arianna was sick and it wasn’t the best time.”

I smiled, “Thanks mom, I don’t need grandma trying to give me a book on how to raise a child again, or grandma telling me I should be putting her in dresses and bows and ruffles.” I shook my head.

“I know, I know. Grandma is a bit overbearing but they send their love.”

After a few hours of catching up and mom going on and on about how the company is doing and how I should move to Texas so I can work with her, my mother cornered me in the kitchen as I made another pot of coffee and a grilled cheese sandwich for Arianna.

“Mom, do not start. I already know what you are going to say.” I said, flipping the sandwich in the pan.

I heard the barstool scrape against the tile, “Oh? And what am I going to say since you can read my mind?”

I rolled my eyes, clenching down on my jaw, “ ‘Oh sugar, you should really reach out to Arianna’s father. I’m sure he would like to know his child.’” I mocked her voice as I heard a chuckle come from her.

“Well have you?” She questioned as I turned around and faced her.

“No, I’ll do it when I’m ready.”

Mom sighed, “Sweetheart, you will never be ready to have that talk with Nikki. I just think the more you wait, the more likely it won’t go well.”

I nodded, “Yeah, okay I got it.”

I’m just, I’m not ready to talk to Nikki again. I wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye without becoming a trembling ball of emotions and tears. He has a hectic life already, I don’t think he would be ready or prepared for the bombshell I would drop on him.

I was luckily saved by a knock on the door, pausing to get it as I heard Arianna gasp.

“Well I wonder who that could be?” I asked her as she smiled at me and ran to the door. She had to stand on her tippy toes to reach the door knob as I opened it up for her.

“Uncle Tee-Tee!” She shouted, hugging Tommy’s legs.

“Well hey there angel, I missed you so much.” Tommy spoke with glee as he picked her up and held her in his arms, “Look what I brought for you!” He smiled as he showed her a pink monkey that had a princess crown on it.

“What do you say Ari?” I spoke to her as she looked at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Tank you.” She said quietly as Tommy let her down and gave her the new toy.

“Hey princess.” He replied, stepping through the door and closing it before he engulfed me in a hug.

“Uh...oh...Mrs. Blackwood...uh what a surprise?” He said, clearing his throat as he stood up a bit taller.

Mom raised her eyebrow at me, “Thomas, what a surprise to see you too. You visit Vanity often?”

I rolled my eyes, “Yes, when he is able to he does.”

“Hi Clementine.” Tommy went over and gave her a hug as she mouthed ‘what the fuck’ to me.

“Personal space, please.” She told him through gritted teeth, patting his shoulder too.

“I missed you too.” He retorted with a sly grin as he sat down next to her.

“Why? I met you briefly last time.” Clementine was dumbfounded at his words as she glanced over at me.

“So, why’s he here?” Mom whispered to me as I looked over at her, “What do you mean?”

She chuckled a bit, “Are you dating him now?” I shook my head instantly.

“What? No? He’s just like one of my best friends mom. He’s Arianna’s uncle. He found me because your son has a huge mouth and blabbed to Tommy where I was.” I explained as she looked over her shoulder at him.

“He’s way nicer then Nikki.” Mom clarified as I rolled my eyes, “...how do you know he won’t tell him?”

I sighed, “Cause I trust him. And I know he won’t because he also knows how many problems it would cause. He gave me his opinion and thought I shouldn’t be hiding Arianna. But I’m not even hiding, I live in one of the biggest entertainment cities in the world. It wouldn’t be hard for one picture to get out and Nikki would be out here at the drop of a dime. But that hasn’t happened yet and it won’t.”

Mom again raised an eyebrow at me, “Then how come you feel the need to defend your choices?”

I stared at her, “I...I’m...leave me alone.” I giggled as she smiled at me.

“Well, I will let everyone catch up. Sweetheart, would you and Arianna like to have dinner with me tonight? I am not going to chuckie cheeses though.” Mom asked as she grabbed her purse and started putting on her jacket.

I nodded, “We would be more then thrilled. Wait. Just us right? Not grandma and pops?” I clarified as she nodded.

“Yes sugar, just me, you and Arianna.” Mom added with an extra chuckle. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, “Bye sweet pea. I’ll see you later.” Mom said as she bent down and gave Ari a kiss on top of her dark brown locks.

“Bye Clementine. Bye Thomas.” She was kind before walking out my front door. I closed it and turned around as I laughed.

“Jesus Christ.” I mumbled to myself as I ran my hand over my face. I love my mom to death, but she gives me a headache sometimes.

“Ari, I think it might be nap time.” I told her as she looked up at me, showing me her toy monkey as she rubbed her eyes.

“Sweet dreams pumpkin.” Clementine smiled at her as Tommy put his hand out for a high five. I picked her up and took her to her bed as she got snuggled up under the blankets. I closed her blinds just a tad before leaving her door ajar.

“So yeah, like I was saying. You should totally like take me on that tour now.” Tommy was currently pressing Clementine as I sat down in the leather recliner.

“Maybe you should Clemmy...just get it over with already so he stops bugging you.” I pointed out as she gave me the middle finger.

“Tommy I’m sure you’re tired from the flight and-“ He put his hand up to quiet her, “I put my eye mask on and slept like fucking rock. I’m good to go for however long you want.” He explained, giving her a wink as she pretended to gag.

“In your dreams.” She snapped back as I let out a chuckle and flipped on the TV.

“Yeah, you were in my dreams today.”

Good lord. I’m going to fucking puke. I turned off the TV and stood up, “Clementine, you are going to take T-bone on a small tour of the city. Nothing to crazy just show him whatever you think is cool. Tommy, stop annoying her with the cheesy remarks. I am tired and I would like to take a nap too. So please, I love the both of you but get out of my house.”

Clementine bit down on her lip, “Fine, c’mon Tommy. But we’re getting coffee along the way.” She glared at me as I stuck my tongue out at her.

T-bone was smiling like a god damn idiot as he mouthed a ‘thank you’ to me.

“Wish me luck.” Clementine said as she pulled on her denim jacket and opened my front door.

“Good luck, cause you’re going to need it.” I smiled as I closed my front door and locked it shut after they left. I groaned grabbing the black fuzzy blanket that rested on the back of the couch as I buried my face into the decorative pillow and hoped to doze off for at least a few hours.

*Tommy’s POV*

I was bouncing with joy as I would finally get someone one on one time with Clementine. That chick was so fucking fine. She’s so cool. She had dyed teal hair, she wears glasses and she’s wearing this cute little skirt with fishnet stockings and a pair of black combat boots. Her jean jacket has some cool patches and pins on it too.

I held the passenger side door open for her as she mumbled a thanks to me.

“Are you always this jumpy? Or is it like the coke?” She questioned as I watched her put on chapstick one the mirror, fuck pay attention to the road Tommy!

I laughed a bit, “I’m straight darling, just drinking for me.”

She nodded as she picked strings from her fishnet stockings, “Where are you taking me?”

I shrugged, “Well, I dunno. You’re the one suppose to be taking me on a tour, remember? I glanced over at her but she was looking out the car window.

“Well, there’s a few bars or the coffee shop me and Van go to a lot.”

I smiled, feeling my heart beat faster and faster every time she talked.

“Just show me the direction babe.”

She looked over at me, adjusting her glasses, “Well which one? Bar if you want to unwind or relax with coffee and stuff our faces with donuts or cinnamon rolls as big as our heads?”

I don’t care! I just want to get to know you

“The coffee shop sounds good.” I answered her as she smiled, “Cool, cause I wanted cinnamon rolls.”

Clementine gave me directions which was only about a twenty minute drive from Vanity’s place. We pulled along side this quirky little shop that was tucked away underneath all the skyscrapers. I quickly put it in park, shutting off the car as I got out and opened up Clementines door before she had the chance to. I then jogged to the coffee shop door and held that open for her too.

She smiled, “Thanks Tommy.”

I smiled, as she walked in front of me a huge gust of wind came between us. She held the bottom of her skirt by her fingertips. I cursed at God for it.

We walked up to the counter an a little old Italian woman with ‘Rita’ on her name tag approached us, “The usual Clem? Where is your pretty little friend at?”

I looked down at Clementine and she chuckled, “Shes at home with Ari. This is one of her friends Tommy I’m showing him around the city today. But the usual is fine. Oh! With an extra shot please and thank you.”

“What’s the usual?” I asked curiously

"Large iced Caramel Macchiato and Cinnamon roll with maple icing." She shrugged. " ...Or an egg and Cheese sandwich if I'm here in the morning."

“I’ll take all of it.” I retorted, sliding one of my credit cards over to Rita.

Clementine stared at me as she shook her head, “What? No no it’s not a date I can pay for this. Find what you wanna try.”

I sighed as I looked over the menu, “Can I just have a hot chocolate with extra whip cream and a cinnamon raisin bagel with extra extra cream cheese?” I ordered, still handing my card over.

Clementine led us to a corner table by the window. I glanced around at the mismatched orange walls and all the different art hanging. White stringed lights and plants also dangled around the ceilings, “So you come here with Van? It’s very…different then the coffee shops back in California.”

Clementine nodded, “Yeah, every Saturday and birthday. But I usually come by myself every other day.”

“I dig it.” I picked up the knife and spoon and began drumming against the table, “So…Clemmy, can I call you that? Tell me about yourself. All I know is that you’re Arianna’s babysitter and you like to paint.”

“Isn’t that enough for you to know?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow as she looked over at me.

I shook my head, “No, I want to know all about you. Everything.”

“All I know is you're Tommy Lee whose in that one band and Vans close friend.” She mumbled, eyes rolling as she looked out the window.

“Mötley Crüe, and I was born in Greece, my favorite color is yellow, I like fast cars and beautiful women.” I chuckled as she seemed very unamused with me.

“Fine, I’ll play this stupid game. I’m from Ohio, I love dark red and black. I don’t like your band or the likes yours, not my thing.”

“Where at in Ohio? I’ve been there a lot..” I questioned as Rita brought our drinks and food over over, “Dark colors? Wow, wouldn’t of guessed.” My eyes wandered down her outfit again, “…and what’s wrong with bands like mine?”

“..And there’s nothing wrong with bands like yours it’s just not my taste I’m more of a whoa is me Cure and Smiths with some punk bands.“

“I like the Smiths.” I took a quick sip of my hot chocolate, “If you’re from Ohio then how’d you get to New York?”

She shrugged, "I had a scolarship for art school, and ran off.” She cut into her cinnamon roll and took a bite.

I tilted my head to the side, “Ran off? Why?”

“Didn’t wanna stay there forever.” She quickly spat out as she took another bite of her food.

I nodded, “Oh well I’m sorry. Where’s your parents?”

“Hell if I know or care. They didn’t wanna be parents after I was like three months old. Left me with my grandparents and never came like a little orphan annie. Let me guess yours are together and have a great marriage?”

I nodded slowly again, “They argue sometimes…”

She became more interested in her food then she did with me. I cannot fuck this up. My mind is going to explode. I furrowed my eyebrows trying to derail this conversation about childhood traumas, “Um…what’s your favorite animal?”

She glanced at me for a quick second, a small smirk hiding behind the coffee cup she was holding, “Cats, but I like dogs too. I had a pet snake once with my college roommate.”

I nodded, “Snakes are fucking rad. I like tigers and bears. Love dogs but hate cats.”

She huffed, “Well, guess we are doomed then.”

I peeked up in my chair, “There’s a we?”

She rolled her eyes, taking off her glasses as she wiped them with the bottom hem of her shirt, “Not like that. This isn’t a date Tommy.”

“Then how come you don’t like me?” I fired back at her as she seemed surprised.

“I said this wasn’t a date, I’m not stupid Tommy you’re best buds with Nikki and I have heard plenty of stories from Vanity. I’m not gonna be some fling for there to be some song about.” She expressed as I let out an annoyed huff.

“What makes you think you’d even get a song written about you?”

She stared at me for a moment, licking the maple icing off her bottom lip, “I’m just so crushed.” She pretended to fake cry, “I do not care. I’m not gonna let myself get wrapped up in charming looks and excitement.” Clementine snapped back as I chuckled.

I batted my eyelashes, leaning my elbows into the table with my head in the palm of my hands, “So, you think I’m charming?”

Clementine smiles at me, “Oh god..”

“Well I think you’re pretty cute yourself.” I smiled cheekily, as I took the last bite of my bagel.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she took a sip of her coffee, “Yeah, thanks.”

After coffee and breakfast foods, I wanted to check out Central Park. As many times I’ve been to New York I have never really explored the city. It was just getting drunk and high at the hotel and then going to the arena for a concert. Clementine was walking ahead of me, taking pictures with a disposable camera she kept in her bag. I saw some guy sitting on a bench selling roses from a cart. I purchased one and waltzed over to Clementine, tapping her shoulder “Here, for you.”

“It ain’t as red as your cheeks right now.” I snickered as she looked away from me, her cheeks absolutely flushed with a crimson shade. She gently took the rose from my fingertips and brought it up to her nose.

“Th-Thanks.” She mumbled, trying to downplay her smile.

“You’re welcome.” I said proudly, quickly snatching her camera from her hands and taking a picture of her.

“Tommy! Stop! I look terrible and you’re just gonna waste my film!” Clementine shouted, trying to reach for her camera

“Says who?”

“Me that’s who. I didn’t even put effort, hoping you’d bail or something.”

I tilted my head to the side, “I think you look beautiful.” I spoke softly, walking side by side down the pathway, “You really thought I’d bail?”

She pushed her glasses up as I snapped another picture of her, “Stop! You’re wasting my film.”

“I’ll get you more don’t worry! Maybe I see the draw to taking pictures now.” I retorted, pointing the camera at the landscape around us.

She goes to take it from him before getting pulled close and her angled it towards them snapping a picture.

She attempted to take it from me again, this time I wrapped my arms around her waist and snapped a picture of us, “Okay! Okay! Camera back now.” She ordered, holding her hand out as I grabbed the Polaroid and started shaking it.

“I’ll keep that on my mirror at every show.” I expressed as she rolled her eyes and looked away from me.

It was a comfortable silence between us with only the sound of a light breeze and some kids yelling and having fun.

“Anything else you’d want to see?”

I nodded, “Maybe your house?”

She chuckled, “Yeah, okay Tommy.”

When we got back to her apartment complexes she unlocked the door and let me in. I looked around, the walls covered in photography and some art work. Some Barbie rolls were scattered around the floor, I’m assuming from Arianna. Left over pizza boxes rested on the table as well as a bag of paint brushes and some bottles of paint.

“You should hire a maid…” I muttered quietly as she sat down on the couch in front of me.

“Well, not all of us are rich and oh so famous.” She said as she started going through her answering machine:

‘Clementine! It’s Van! Guess fucking what! My mom offered to watch Arianna for the night to give me a break and so I can have a night out! Let’s go to that club you were telling me about and get drunk! Call me back when you get the message! How was your date with Tommy? Did you let him get to second base at least?! Love you bye!’

“Second base, huh?” I giggled as I sat down adjacent from her.

“God, Vanity is so embarrassing sometimes. Has she always been outspoken like this?” Clementine questioned as I chuckled.

“Yes actually, she has. She’s been in more bar fights then the band as a whole has. She was always getting in trouble with either someone else or with Nikki.” I sighed, remembering all the fun we use to have with her.

“So fill me in, was their relationship as bad as she’s said? All the fights? That all happened?” Clementine asked as I nodded.

“Oh yeah! So many fucking fights! Like screaming at each other, saying mean things just to get under each other’s skin. It was bad. Van and Nikki didn’t get together until he was sober. They were really only officially boyfriend and girlfriend for like a year.” I breathed out as she nodded.

“Did they even love each other? I mean, if you fight like that it doesn’t seem like it. Relationships aren’t suppose to be like that.” She shrugged as she picked at her already chipped nail paint job.

“Well, I think they did love each other. Even before they knew they wanted one another. It was Uh, complicated ya know? Vanity is, well vanity and Nikki’s Nikki. They’re both stubborn, hot headed, emotional. But they were passionate about one another. She was his safe place and he was her…he was her everything. Vanity Blackwoods’ heart beat for Nikki Sixx. Truly thought they were gonna be together forever.”

I should kick his ass again.

“You want a beer? Soda?” Clementine asked as I shook my head, “Water is fine.” She quickly got up and came back to the living room with a bottle of water for me and a sprite for her.

“Then why’d he do it? If he loved her so much? She doesn’t talk about it much now. But while she was pregnant she did, I think it was all the hormones. She cried over him like every day, more so when she had a doctors appointment.”

I took a swig, “I don’t know. I’m not Nikki, but he kept saying I don’t know over and over and over. He cried over her too. Didn’t feel sorry for him one bit, but he was in fucking pain. He didn’t shower for a few weeks, hardly ate too.”

*Flashback, Tommy’s POV*

“Yo! Nik! Where you at?! You missed rehearsal for the show tomorrow.” I yelled as I walked into his house.

I heard paws running to me as Anarchy approached me, “Hey pretty girl Where’s Sixx?” She wagged her tail and barked.

“Nikki!” I yelled again as I started walking through the house. Dishes were piled high in the sink, the trash can was over filled and it smelt. I noticed Anarchy’s bowl was out of water so I filled it up and filled up her food bowl too. I patted her back as she started eating.

I walked into the living room, seeing glass shattered everywhere and the couches flipped upside down. Art that was hanging on the walls were now ripped to complete shreds. Clearly he had some fun redecorating.

“Nikki?” I called for him at the bottom of the stairs. I furrowed my eyebrows as I started walking up them. I noticed the bands gold records plaques were smashed on the hardwood, same with the neck of a bass.

I pushed open his bedroom door and saw him laying in the middle of the bed, curled up in a ball clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels.

“Jesus, Nikki. Get up.” I said as I walked over to the curtains to let some light in.

I heard him groan as his face was buried in the booze and the blankets, “Sixx, this is not what we fucking do. Get up!” I yelled at him, pulling on his ankle but he tried kicking me.

“Fuck you and get out of my house!!” He yelled, well slurred as he tried sitting up.

“Oh no, we aren’t starting this. You need to get up you fucking reek! Get your ass in the shower!”

“Just leave me alone, Tommy! Get out!” He yelled again, stumbling to his feet until he tripped over them and fell to the ground.

“You’re fucking drunk?! You really think Vanity is gonna come back if she hears you aren’t sober anymore!?” I shouted, looking down at him as I saw his bottom lip quiver.

“Nikki…I-“ I couldn’t even get a word out before he bursted out into full blown tears. I sighed, getting down on the floor next to him.

“She-Shes not coming back! She finally fucking left! She’s never gonna speak to me again!” Nikki sobbed as he reached for the bottle and took a long sip. He didn’t even flinch, he drank it like it was water.

“What’s the point of being sober if she ain’t fucking here Tommy! For the music?! For the fans! Fuck it all! I don’t give a shit anymore!” He yelled at me before throwing the half empty bottle at the wall. He buried his face in his knees as I heard him let out a sob.

“I fucking need her Tommy! You-you don’t understand!” His voice cracked as he vented his frustrations. I scooted over to him, slinging my arm over his shoulders as I attempted to comfort him.

“I know man, I know. But you’re sober because we can’t have you dying on us again. I know you’re hurting right now but Sixx, this isn’t the way to deal with it.” I calmly spoke as he continued to sob.

“What am I suppose to do without her? She-she’s…I need her so much. I can’t fucking think straight without her. I fucking hate this!” He exclaimed, choking on his own breath in the process.

“You’re in love man. Of course it’s going to hurt. But you can either sit here and mope around or you can clean yourself up and try to move on..”

He stared at me like I had spoken another language, “Move on?! How do I move on from Vanity?! She’s been by my side through everything! Every party, every moment, every album, every god damn milestone…and you want me to just move on?!”

I sighed, “You just gotta do it one day at a time Nikki. You made your bed, now it’s time to lay in it.”

*end flashback*

“Well that asshole fucking deserves it for all I care.” Clementine retorted as I chuckled.

“Maybe so, but Nikki can be a swell guy. Vanity knows that too, she’s just bitter at the moment. Plus, she’s in the wrong too by hiding Arianna from him.” I pointed out as she nodded in agreement.

“I know it’s wrong, keep telling her it’s gonna bite her in the ass one day. She says she’ll do it when she’s ready to see him.” Clem explained as I agreed with her.

I looked down at my watch, “Ah, crap. I gotta go. I told Nikki I’d call from the hotel for a band meeting. He’s already breathing down my neck for me flying out here often.” I said, standing up and putting on my jacket.

“Oh, okay….well I had fun today.” Clem spoke softly as she smiled up at me while she walked me to the door.

“Me too, maybe we can do it again?” I asked, slightly getting my hopes up as her lips began to tug into a playful smirk.

“How about you come out with us tonight? Meet us there or something. The club Vanity mentioned is Ivy’s it’s off of Broadway and 71st street.” Clementine suggested as she leaned against the front door.

“I wouldn’t miss it. I’ll meet you girls there.” I smiled down at her as she nodded as I turned around and started walking to my car. She waved me off as I got into the car and started driving away.

I think I’m in love.

*later that night, Vanity’s POV*

I noticed Clementine was keeping her attention on the door as she kept giving me ‘uh huhs’ and head nods in response to everything i said.

“Are you waiting for someone?” I questioned as she turned her head and looked at me.

“Me? Oh, no, no, no I’m not waiting for anyone.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “Then what did I just say to you?” I asked as she let out a huff.

“Fine, I invited Tommy.” I looked at her with astonishment as I let out a chuckle.

“Thought you didn’t like him? That he was some dirtbag rockstar?” I smirked as she shook her head.

“I had a lot of fun with him today actually. He’s such a sweetheart. I thought maybe him coming out for drinks would be fun for everyone.” She explained to me, eyes leaving mine and glancing over at the door again.

I sat back as we chatted some more, watching as Clementine tipped back a shot of cherry vodka, wiping her lips and smiling at me as I sipped on my vodka cranberry, “I’m really happy we were able to have a girls night! Your mom is so cool!”

I laughed, “My mom is not cool, but it is nice of her to watch Arianna so I can be an adult again.” I retorted as I listened to the music and watched everyone pass me by under the flashing blue and green strobe lights of the club. I sighed, it made me miss Los Angeles.

“Am I allowed to say I miss my child yet?” I asked over the loud music as Clementine rolled her eyes.

“No! You can miss her when she’s yelling about pancakes and your head is pounding. Do you want to dance?” She asked as I nodded.

I followed Clementine as we started moving to the beat of the music. It felt good to be out again, to be free even just for a few hours. The party scene in New York was way different then it was in California. A lot more classier if that’s even a way to describe it. Less leather and denim and more tight sequin skirts and hairspray.

Clementine glanced at me when ‘Girls, Girls, Girls’ started playing through the speakers and women in the cages with thigh high leather boots started dancing more risqué then usual, “We can go outside for a smoke if you want?” She said in my ear as I shook my head.

I cleared the lump in my throat by chugging the rest of my drink quickly, “I’m just gonna go get another drink, okay?! Be right back!” I yelled over the loud music, Clementine holding up her drink as she continued dancing by herself.

I adjusted my hair, stepping over to the bar as I sat down, “Vodka soda, please.” I said, smiling at the bartender as he nodded. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on anything else but this song. But it’s like my ears were pinpointing every bass line just to torment me.

I felt a presence besides me, “Hey.” I turned to look at a dude who was standing a bit to close for comfort.

“Hello.” I turned my attention back to the bartender as I watched him make a drink that wasn’t mine.

“I’m Jason.” He attempted again as I turned to him and smiled.

“I’m not interested.”

I heard him laugh, “What if I buy your drink? Then would you be interested?” My lips tugged into a smirk.

“Guess you’ll have to take your chance and see.” I toyed as he slid a ten dollar bill across the counter just in time for when my drink was placed in front of me.

He grabbed my drink, trying to hand it to me as I attempted to take it but he quickly took it back. I glared as he smiled at me.

“What’s your name, doll?” Jason questioned as I stared at him.

“It’s Vanity, and don’t call me that.” I said, wrapping my hand around the cup as he let go of it. I took a sip and let my eyes wander. He had buzzed cut bleach blonde hair, tan skin which gave me the impression he wasn’t from here. He had dark chocolate eyes, a little five o’clock shadow. My eyes widened at the black ink around his neck. There was roses and a few skulls blended in. The ink traveled down his chest that was complimented by an unbuttoned black shirt. He was wearing basic blue jeans and dark leather boots.

“Shit, with how you’re checking me out you shoulda offered me a drink.” Jason chuckled resting his arm against the back of the chair I was sitting in.

I felt my face grow hot, “I-I wasn’t checking you out. I was just looking. I like your tattoos.”

He smiled, showing off his pearly whites again as he licked his lips, “That’s too bad. Because I was sure as hell checking you out. I saw you come in with your friend. You’re extremely attractive. You from here?”

I nodded, then shook my head, “I mean. No. I just live here. I’m from California. I mean I’m from Texas but I moved out here from California…” I explained, turning my attention back to my drink as I felt like a fucking idiot for trying to flirt with him, “Are you from here?” I asked, not bothering to meet the gaze I could already feel on me.

“I live in Brooklyn, but I’m Florida.” So that explained the beach boy hair and tan.

“Cool. I love Florida. Absolutely love Miami. Partied there a few times.” I told him as he nodded.

“Oh? So you like to party?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as he stared at me.

I took a sip, “I mean…yes. But I haven’t in a while I’ve been Uh…busy.” I laughed nervously.

“Would you want some blow?” He asked, stepping closer to me as he lowered his mouth to my ear.

My eyes flickered to his. I laughed a bit, “That’s very straight forward of you. Thanks, but no thanks… my friend is-“ I looked around for Clementine, searching for that teal blue mane in the crowd of blondes and brunettes, “Actually, I don’t know where my friend went…”

I felt his knuckles trail along the middle of my back, “Then i guess it shouldn’t matter than, huh? I have some real good shit.”

I swallowed my breath. A little bump wouldn’t hurt. Arianna was at home tucked away with my mom in the next room. And well, he wasn’t here to stop me.

“Come with me, my friend owns this place. We can go upstairs to the private section.” He said, putting his hand out for me as I tried fighting with both the devil and god that were perched up on my shoulders.

I licked my lips, “Okay…lead the way.” I said, grabbing onto his hand as he held it tight as he lead me through the crowd. The bouncers of the club addressed him by the name ‘pusher’ before they let us through to the secluded area.

“What’s that about?” I asked as he squeezed my hand gently and flashed me a smile.

“Just a nick name, Vanity.”

He lead me up a short flight of stairs until we were met with a few black painted doors. He opened it up for me and let me in. The air was filled with a mixture of cigarette and marijuana smoke as there was a few red leather couches and a round glass table in the middle with empty booze bottles and leftover white dust.

He lead me to a couch and sat down right next to me, his hand immediately resting on my bare thigh as he took a sip out of a beer bottle from the table. He reached down under the table and pulled out a small little black satchel.

“Is this like your hangout spot or something?” I questioned him as he turned his chin to me and gave me a quick glance.

“You ask a lot of questions.” I glared at the back of his head, “Sorry..” I muttered quietly as I watched him pull out a small baggie of cocaine.

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, mouth watering as he evened a few lines on the table for us.

“You can either snort it, or we can shoot it. Your pick.” He said as my eyes then followed his hand as he was holding a capped needle.

My eyes widened. Oh god why did I do this!

“Oh…uh…I’ve never…I’ve never injected anything.” I stuttered as he gave me a smile.

“Injection is way better. Gets you a nicer high, but you can snort it if you want. But if you’re scared, I could inject it for you.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “A better high?” I asked curiously as he nodded.

“Yes, like ten times better. You’re just wasting it when you snort it. It’s better to inject it.” He explained as he fumbled with the needle between his fingers, kinda like how Tommy plays with his drumsticks.

I swallowed hard, “Um…it’s gonna hurt? My um…he…it’s a better high?” I repeated myself, staring at the same exact type of needle that ripped him to shreds.

Jason chuckled as he kissed the side of my cheek, “You’re so cute. It’s like getting the flu shot. You’ll barely notice it.”

“Okay…yeah, can you do it for me?” I asked him as he gave me another quick smile before turning back to the table as I watched him melt the coke the same way I watched Nikki do it.

“Ready?” He asked, grabbing my left elbow as he looked at my arm. I nodded as he took the cap of the needle, almost excruciatingly slow as he stuck the needle into my arm.

“This is coke right? Not heroin? I don’t like-“ I stopped talking as I felt it hit me harder than before. I felt like I was getting fucked by a god damn cloud of cotton candy. It was warm and it was inviting and fuck did it feel good, “Holy shit…” I muttered, watching him take the needle out of my arm as tiny specks of blood pooled to the surface. My eyes fluttered into the back of my skull as my whole body started to feel like sticky gum. It was delicious.

Jason smirked before snorting up the lines before leaning against the couch and wrapping his arm around my shoulder, “No baby, I don’t do smack.”

I giggled a bit, “Good, you’re too cute to be doing that to yourself.”

“I um, I should uh go find Clementine.” I tried getting up but my legs felt numb. I sighed and just relaxed back into the couch.

“You want some more?” Jason questioned, rubbing his fingertips over my leg as his blown pupils stared down at me.

Before I could say anything, I heard a loud commotion getting closer, and then Clementine busting through the door with…fucking Tommy?!

“Vanity, I have been looking all over-“ “Ma’am you aren’t allowed up here.” A security guard was behind them as Tommy came into the room.

“T-bone!” I chimed, giggling as he stood at the doorway, glancing at the table full of drugs, Jason and then me.

“Relax Paul, they’re fine.” Jason waved them off as he motioned for Clementine to come into the room.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Clem asked me as I stared at her, blank face.

“Clemmy, I was actually just coming to find you.” I said through slurred words as Tommy and Clementine looked at each other.

“This is Jason.” I motioned to him, resting my hand on his chest as Tommy rolled his eyes.

“C’mon cokey, lets go.” T-bone said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to my feet.

“But Tommy-“ I whined until Clementine cut me off, “No Vanity, we’re leaving now. Say bye to Jason.”

“You want some babe? Might take the edge off.” Jason laughed, holding up the same bag of drugs.

“Fuck you asshole!”

“Clementine, don’t be rude!” I shouted, softly pushing her away from me as Tommy quickly grabbed my hands, “T, I’m fine. Look? I’m fine.” I said, getting out of his grasp as I felt the world spin around me.

“Vanity, do not start.” Tommy warned me.

“Can I have your number?” I asked Jason as he smiled, nodding at me as he reached into the same drug satchel and pulled out a card.

He handed it to me, “Numbers on the back. Call me any time you want babygirl.”

“Jesus.” Clementine groaned as Tommy and her led me out of the room and down the stairs, “Classy fucking drug dealer has a damn business card.” Clementine angrily told Tommy as he guided me down the stairs.

“We’re leaving Van.”

I pouted, “…Like leaving leaving or can I have another drink?” I giggled as they both stared at me.

“Get your ass out of the club, now.” Tommy said, beginning to lightly shove me through the crowd.

“Jeez, alright! I got the hint!” I shouted at him as the cool refreshing air from outside hit my face.

“We’re going to my house because you are not going home high to your mom.” Clementine ordered as we started walking.

I laughed, “Wouldn’t be the first time I went back home high.” I sighed as I walked behind them, “I feel fucking fantastic.”

“Yeah, well not with Arianna you’re not.” Tommy butted in as I sighed.

“Shit…” I groaned, running my hand through my hair.

“Vanity what the fuck were you thinking?!” Clementine started shouting at me, “You have a kid, don’t make it a habit.”

My eyes widened, “Whoa okay, Don’t be a bitch. I’m not a junkie. You’re being dramatic, Clemmy. It was literally just one time.”

Clementine rolled her eyes, taking my hand away from her arm, “Yeah, one time turns into all your money being blown on it and then you forget about your kid.”

I stared at her, “Oh my god! You’re being ridiculous! It was literally just one time! See!” I yelled taking the card Jason had gave me, ripping it to pieces before throwing it in the street.

Clementine kept her glare on me, “Whatever. You’re still staying at my house and you’re buying me pizza because I am starving.”

I nodded as I walked with her, “Jeez, you would have never survived hanging out with me and Tommy, huh T-bone?” I chuckled, looking back at him as he smiled.

“Eight balls snorted every fucking night, bottles and bottles of Jack Daniels. Some zombie dust. A fucking masterpiece.” Tommy quickly added on as I chuckled.

“And overdose too right? Didn’t that also happen to someone you two know?” Clementine quickly chimed in as I felt my smile drop from my lips.

“Okay…valid point, but he always overdid it.” Tommy mumbled as he looked at me, seeing how I wasn’t laughing anymore.

“So how was your guys date?” I questioned, wanting to change the subject as fast as I could.

“It wasn’t a date.” Clementine quickly announced as I smirked at her.

“Our date was lovely, she showed me some cool coffee shop and we went on a nice romantic stroll in the park. Definitely the best date I’ve ever been on.” Tommy exclaimed as I looked over at Clementine, seeing her fair skin painted red across her cheeks.

“That’s wonderful T-bone, maybe dinner should be next.” I joked as he gave me a thumbs up.

“Didn’t mean time ruin your fun, Van. But Clementine did invite me out tonight. Wasn’t expecting to find you nose deep in dust, but you’ve always kept me on my toes when you’re under the influence.” Tommy explained as I shook my head, smiling up at him.

“…Sorry I did blow with a complete stranger. But I had a lot of fun tonight. I can’t even remember the last time I went out.” I smiled at Clementine as her stern look softened.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever the princess wants the princess gets.” She chuckled as I playfully hit her shoulder.

“I don’t always get what I want.” I clarified as she rolled her eyes.

“Just promise me you won’t do blow again. You’re rather bitchy on it.”

I grimaced, making an ‘X’ across my heart, “I promise, Clementine. Now can we get pizza? I am starving.”

[styles-is-the-name]

Just Before You Go - Part Four

this is my first shot at a harry-y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. Harry is a single father of two that hasn’t even looked at another woman in years. For the first time in five years, he finally feels like he’s returning to himself all because he met someone unexpectedly at a grocery store. Even though his kids are determined to help him find love again, will it be possible? (There eventually be smut, but will mostly be fluff.)

TW: suicide, self harm, and others will occur

Word Count: 1,223

“Alright babies. I gotta go check on daddy and dinner.” Carter clings to your shirt still watching the show. You grab the remote and pause it chuckling. “You two wanna join me?”

“Carry me.” Carter giggles wrapping his arms around your neck. You smile widely standing up and hold Darcy’s hand. The three of you walk in on Harry laughing so hard he’s in tears.

“I know! Niall wasn’t able to get the gum out of his hair!”

“He told me that Zayn cut it out while you held him because he was crying!”

“He was! It was terrible!”

“He can be a big baby sometimes.”

“Oh my god. Do you remember our homemade water slide?”

“With the tarp and the soap!”

“Yeah! Oh my god.”

“The only reason why our neighbors didn’t hate us was because we were shirtless!”

“I know! It was hilarious!”

“We have to meet up soon.”

“Of course, mate.”

“Y/N told me that you’re a tattoo artist now so you’re gonna have to hook me up man.”

“Alright, mate. Well just tell me when you’re coming. Y/N and the kids are here so I’ll call you later.”

“Treat my girl right or I will break your face!”

“Got it.” He hangs up then looks up smiling even wider loving the sight before him.

“Hi.” You smile lightly at him. He smiles wide loving the view. He pulls his phone out opening the camera.

“Everyone smile!” Darcy squeals.

“Say cheese!” You laugh, but the three of you say cheese as he takes a couple pictures.

“Make sure you send those to me, H.”

“I will.” He blushes slightly at the nickname you had given him. You let go of Darcy’s hand, but carry Carter over to the stove.

“You wanna stir the meat?”

“Yeah!” You hand him the wooden spoon and he carefully stirs the meat. He almost splashes it out a couple times, but you manage to keep it in the pan.

“Can I add the spices, Y/N?”

“Of course.” Darcy pulls over a small children’s ladder and starts grabbing different spices. “Do you know how to spice it?”

“Yep. I have my own recipe for this.” You laugh lightly watching her. She really looks like she knows what she’s doing. “Here! Taste it.” She gives you a tiny bite and you moan quietly. It was spicy, but not too spicy. It had a tang, but it didn’t burn your tongue.

“Oh my god, Darcy. That’s amazing!”

“Thanks.” She giggles moving her ladder back to where it goes.

“I wanna taste!” Carter pouts. You giggle giving him a small bite. He claps his hands, giggling in approval.

“Daddy wants a bite too!” You roll your eyes smiling and give him a bite. He winks at you as he chews. “It’s amazing like always, Darcy!”

“Thanks, daddy! Oh. Y/N got us watching a new show!”

“What show?”

“Wizards of Waverly Place! It has Selena Gomez in it.”

“She’s pretty, but not as pretty as Y/N.” Carter giggles kissing your cheek. You giggle kissing his head.

“Thanks, baby.”

“Alright, Bubba. Stop stealing my girl!” You bite your lip blushing deeply.

“Can we share her, daddy?”

“Daddy doesn’t share.” You laugh hard putting Carter down on the ground. “Now go wash your hands, kiddos. Dinner is almost ready.” They run off as Harry walks closer to you.

“They really adore you, Harry.” He hesitantly wraps his arms around your waist pulling you into him. All you can do is rest your hands on his chest.

“They love you, Y/N.” His breath fans your face and you can smell the mint from his cologne and toothpaste.

“I-I love them.” He gently brushes the hair out of your eyes. You can’t take it anymore. “Kiss me, Harry.” He looks up into your eyes nervously. “Kiss me.”

He slowly cups your cheek brushing his lips against yours. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire. This must be what love feels like.

Not that you would know. It hasn’t been more than a day. There’s no way that this is love! But it feels great and it’s not just like a hookup. It’s more than that.

“You owe me all your Halloween candy, Carter!” You pull back hearing Carter whine. Harry groans resting his forehead against yours. You giggle squeezing his bicep and turn around to them.

“C'mon guys! Let’s eat then watch more of Wizards.”

“Yay!” Carter pushes Darcy out of the way and hands you his plate. You make their tacos the way they want then make yourself a taco and sit down next to Carter. “Daddy, my teacher gave me candy today!”

“Yeah? Did you get another question right?” Carter nods, making your heart warm. “What did you learn today?”

“I learned that seventeen plus thirteen is thirty!” You giggle looking down at him.

“Do you know what fourteen plus fifteen is?” He looks up at you then back down at the table trying to do it in his head.

“Twenty-nine?”

“Yes!” He squeals clapping excitedly. Harry just laughs, shaking his head.

“And Darcy, what did you learn today?”

“I learned how to write in cursive.”

“Do you like writing, Darcy?” She looks up to you blushing slightly and nods.

“Yeah. I have tons of journals that I write in. Maybe sometime...you can read them.” You gently place your hand over hers smiling so wide your cheeks hurt.

“I would be honored to, baby.”

You and Harry lock eyes across the table and he winks at you. You can barely pay attention to what’s going on around you just thinking about those lips on yours again.

You’re too far gone.

“Alright, kids. Dinner is over. Go on and get ready for bed.”

“Y/N, can you read us a bedtime story tonight?” Carter pouts up to you.

“How about I make up my own bedtime story for the two of you.”

“Yes!”

“Okay!” They both run up the stairs making you laugh.

You start grabbing plates, walking them over to the sink and clean them off. You never really cared about washing dishes. It wasn’t the worst thing, but it wasn’t the best thing either.

You feel two very strong arms wrap around you making your heart flutter. Two soft lips press against the skin right under your ear making you shiver. You have never felt this way with a man before. It’s crazy how he makes you feel.

“It’ll take them half an hour to an hour to be ready for a bedtime story.” You hum slowly setting the dishes down in the sink.

“Anything you wanna do until then?” You bite your lip secretly hoping he’ll say kiss or something. He spins you around digging his hips right into yours making you gasp.

“I can think of a few things.” Your eyes widen looking into his eyes. His pupils are blown out. You can see the list building behind them.

“Like?” His hands slowly move down to your ass just resting there. You feel like your heart is hammering against your ribs. It’s getting harder to breathe not to mention you feel like something will start leaking down your legs any second!

“My bedroom has a lock.” He smirks down at you. This is going to be one hell of a night!

[nat-roman0ff]

the rest is history

the rest is history

requested

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word count: 2,390

warnings: banter, terrible memory and uncontrollable fluff.

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 Shawn remembers the day you first met quite fondly. You, however have always remembered it a little differently. Shawn swears it was his charming nervousness that swept you off your feet immediately. Meanwhile, you were convinced for the first half hour you were talking to him that he was a serial killer; all awkwardly charming, never taking his eyes off of you. Not to mention the glasses that looked like they were decades too old for him to be wearing.

 It was something the two of you could never agree on exactly how it happened. And now, at your engagement party in front of all your friends and family, you were about to share the story of how the two of you first met.

 “That is not how it happened, Shawn,” you roll your eyes. 

 You can’t stop staring at the shiny engagement ring on your finger. Shawn’s cheeks are pink from champagne, and he gulps down the last bit in the flute before turning back to the crowd of people sitting before you.

 “No, no, no,” he waves his hand, “I wrote a song about it! Of course I remember what happened.” 

 Your friends and family laugh around you, and you grab the microphone from Shawn’s hand, “he really does think that he knows everything. For inquiring minds; this is how it all went down.” 

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 Of course it had to be raining today. The one day you had off from work, the one day you had to get all your errands done, the one day you had to yourself. It’s Sunday, mid summer, and it’s hot and humid as Hell outside. The rain is probably a much needed break in the unbearable weather, but it was just so goddamn inconvenient. 

 You’re already running late, this was of course after the hot water in your apartment stopped working halfway through your shower, getting shampoo in your eyes, stepping in cat puke, and burning your thumb while making breakfast. 

 It was barely noon and you already wanted this day to be over.

 You luckily leave the apartment in one piece, your umbrella barely keeping up with the pouring rain around you. You skip through and over puddles and thank yourself for wearing rain boots today. The first stop of the day was the local book store and coffee shop. It was your favorite place to go, especially when you were feeling a way about life and wanted to unwind. 

 Really, you were just avoiding your responsibilities for the day.

 It’s crowded when you get in. There’s some type of poetry reading happening that has everyone’s attention. You step to the cafe side and wait in line, trying to catch up in the group chat between your friends. Someone’s someone broke up with them and they were ranting about the reasons why. You lock your phone and slide it in the back pocket of your jeans, not bothering to even start with all that drama. 

 “Next,” the drone barista says. 

 You approach the counter, “hi! Medium iced coffee with almond milk, please.” 

 “It’s a grande,” they reply. 

 You raise an eyebrow, “huh?” 

 She points to the board behind her, “it’s not a medium, it’s a grande.” 

 “It’s a whatever I want to fucking call it because I’m the one paying,” you retort. 

 The person behind you in line snorts. You look back and he’s covering his mouth to stifle a laugh, a bemused expression across his face.

 The barista rolls her eyes, “whatever, that’ll be $4.” 

 “It’s normally $3.50.” 

 She squints her eyes, “there’s an upcharge for almond milk.” 

 “Yeah, I know. It’s supposed to be $3.50.” 

 She groans, “ma’am, if you’re so pressed about fifty cents then you probably shouldn’t be in a coffee shop.” 

 “I am not hard pressed for fifty cents,” you plant your hands on your hips, “and I don’t appreciate your attitude. But fine, it’s four dollars,” you mimic in a snotty voice.

 You reach for your wallet in your purse - only to realize it’s not there. 

 “Shit,” you mutter under your breath, “forget it, I must have left my wallet at home -” 

 “I’ve got it,” the guy behind you places his card on the counter, “I’ll take a medium black hot coffee.” 

 The barista rolls her eyes, “it’s a grande.” 

 The guy smiles, “I know.” 

 She turns to make the drinks and you take a step to the side, “thanks,” you mutter, “I’ll have to Venmo it to you or something.” 

 He shrugs, “don’t worry about it.”

 You’re both silent as you wait together at the end of the counter for your drinks. He adjusts the glasses on his face and you can’t help but feel like you’ve seen him somewhere before but can’t make the connection where. There’s an S-shaped curl that hangs in front of his face, like it’s meant to be there but really isn’t. 

 The barista practically slams the drinks on the counter before muttering, “have a nice day,” in her droll voice.

 “It must be exhausting to be that miserable,” You mutter under your breath.

 He hears you and chuckles, blowing on the little hole in the top of his coffee cup. 

 “Sorry, I’m not usually like this, I swear,” you apologize, “it’s just been a day.” 

 “It’s eleven thirty in the morning,” he deadpans. 

 Your eyes narrow, “it’s been a rough morning.” 

 You slide into the seat of the small bistro table beside you and take a sip of your coffee, “oh course this has fucking cream in it. Stupid Bitch -” 

 “What are you doing here this fine Sunday morning?” He asks, grinning across the table from you.

 You glare at him, “honestly? Nothing. Avoiding life probably. What about you? Frequent the bookstore often? I feel like I’ve seen you before.” 

 “Probably have,” he says, “I’m Shawn,” he reaches over the table to shake your hand. 

 “Charmed, I’m y/n.” you return the handshake, “why are you drinking hot coffee on a ninety degree day, are you a serial killer?” 

 Shawn bobs his head from side to side, “surprisingly no, although I do share many of the same qualities as most.” 

 “That’s unsettling.” 

 He leans forward, “I’m also really bad at flirting.” 

 You grit your teeth, “oh ouch, that’s what that was? Oh honey…”, you place your hand over your heart.

 Shawn bows his head, “that bad, huh?” 

 “The serial killer vibes were high, I thought you were going to stab me in the neck with a spork or something.” 

 “You’re funny,” Shawn replies. 

 “It’s mostly a defense mechanism,” you pip.

 He raises an eyebrow, “from what?” 

 You take a sip of your drink, “guys in bookstore coffee shops that act like serial killers. Those glasses are straight up Jeffrey Dahmer style, my friend.”

 “Are you always like this?” He asks.

 Your brows scrunch together, “like what?” 

 “You just...I don’t know. It’s like you have an answer for everything. You always have to be the one that has the better last word.” 

 You scoff, “okay, Weirdo. You’ve known me for five minutes.”

 “Maybe I’ve known you your whole like and you’re now just meeting me.” 

 You lean forward and he follows, “you see, that is some shit a serial killer would say,” you reach for your bag and stand, “have a nice day, Weirdo. Thanks for the coffee.” 

 You’ve almost reached the other side of the bookstore when you pass the magazine rack. A familiar face graces one of the covers; it’s Shawn. That little aha! moment happens in your head and you pick up the magazine, holding it in your sightline to compare to Shawn who is still sitting in the coffee shop section of the store. 

 You look back and forth a few times before deciding to go back over. It doesn’t take long for you to cross the length of the store back to him and return to your seat. 

 “I know who you are,” you say, plopping your coffee and purse on the table. 

 “Now who’s the serial killer?” Shawn quips.

 “You’re the Shawn Mendes,” you wiggle your fingers for extra emphasis. 

 Shawn gulps, “you didn’t have to use the spirit fingers.” 

 “I’ve been to one of your concerts. My sister got so excited when you came on stage that she threw up all over herself and we had to go home. I want my seventy-five bucks back,” you jab sarcastically.

 “Only roughly eighteen more coffees to go,” Shawn winks.

 You fold your arms across your chest and lean back, staring at him, testing him. You have so many questions and you’d never met anyone famous before but he just seemed too goddamn normal to be a celebrity. Maybe that’s why people liked him so much.

 “Now that that’s over with,” he starts, “what do you want to do next?” 

 You purse your lips together, “sometimes when I need a good pick me up, I head to the Health and Wellness section to find the sex books and laugh at them.” 

 Shawn snorts, “what are you, five?” 

 “Are you in or not?” 

 “I was going to be in regardless of what you said I just didn’t want to be the one that made the plans,” he confesses.

 You stand and roll your eyes, “c’mon!”

 A half hour later you’re in the stacks of the Sex Health section and trying to stifle your laughter with your hands. It’s childish, and ridiculous but you can’t remember the last time you laughed this hard. You also can’t remember the last time you heard a book title as hilarious as Penis Genius.

 “I want that tattooed on my forehead,” you giggle. 

 Shawn covers his mouth with his hand, “I’d pay you so much money to do that.” 

 It’s then that you notice how close together your bodies are, your knee is resting against his thigh and his shoulder brushes yours every time he takes a deep breath. You feel oddly relaxed around him, like you’re spending time with an old friend instead of someone you’ve barely known an hour.

 The laughter dies down and you catch him looking at you. It’s not an uncomfortable glare, it’s not like he’s staring to try and figure out what you look like under your clothes. He’s watching to mark your tics, to memorize the wrinkles in your face and searches his brain to try and find a way to describe the color of your eyes. 

 Or, at least years later that’s what he’ll claim he was doing.

 It doesn’t make you uneasy, and you find yourself drifting closer to him despite the already limited space between the two of you. Your faces are so close you can feel his breath fan your skin, his eyes closing as he draws nearer. 

 “Do you always wear these glasses?” You ask, plucking them off his face.

 Shawn’s left stunned as you lean away from him and put on the frames, “dude they’re fake?! Worst disguise ever, Mendes.”

 “Oh so now we’re on a last name basis?” He asks.

 You nod your head and push the glasses up the bridge of your nose, “guess so. Why do you wear them?” 

 “A defense mechanism,” he deadpans, but can’t hide a creeping smirk.

 “From what?” 

 “Folks tend to stay away from people who look like they’ll axe murder their whole family.” 

 You suck the last of your coffee from the straw, “that’s very true.” 

 “I’m glad it didn’t work on you though,” he smiles.

 Your heart is still fluttering from the almost-kiss. You can see the red in Shawn’s cheeks deepen, like he was embarrassed at what almost happened. You’re not usually this flighty - to meet a stranger in a bookstore and decide to try and make out with them within the same hour. It just felt, different with Shawn. It was a type of comfort with another human being you didn’t know existed. 

 Soulmates, is what he would end up telling you on your first anniversary. 

 “Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?” Shawn asks, pulling the glasses off of your face and putting them back on his own. 

 “I did.” 

 Shawn raises an eyebrow, “and now what?” 

 “Want to come over?” You blurt out, “and like...I don’t know watch a movie or something? It’s a shitty day out,” your eyes avoid everything but him, “sorry you probably already have plans-” 

 “I’d love to.” 

 You look up and he’s grinning wide at you, his honey brown eyes sparkling and that stupid little S-curl that you’ll eventually grow to love handing in his face, “really?” 

 He nods, “of course. Only if we get to watch shitty scary movies though. Truly the best thing to watch on a rainy Sunday afternoon.” 

 You clutch your chest, “be still my cold beating heart, I wouldn’t have suggested anything less.” 

 Shawn chuckles and stands, offering you his hand. He pulls a little too hard and you crash into him, causing him to stumble backwards into the bookshelf. Once he steadies himself he wraps an arm around you.

 Neither of you speak on your way out. Ever the gentleman, he holds the door open for you when you leave. It’s raining harder now, and the two of you do your best to huddle under your small umbrella. You walk the couple blocks to your apartment not really saying much. There’s a weird anticipation in the air and you keep catching him taking fleeting glances at you when you aren’t paying attention. His pinky hooks with yours a couple times. It’s not quite to hold your hand, but more so to say hey, I’m here. 

 When the two of you reach your building, Shawn stops you before you take the first step onto the stoop. 

 “What?” You turn, he has his hand on your arm. 

 He takes a step closer, the step helping the height difference between the two of you now at face level. Shawn lets the umbrella drop but you’re too focused on the intensity in his eyes to care about getting soaking wet. His hand is gentle as it holds your face. 

 “I’ve never met someone like you before,” he says, the rain causing his hair to stick to the sides of his face. 

 “Ditto.” Is all you can manage. 

 Shawn leans forward, capturing your lips in a kiss, and the rest is history.

[thatfanficstuff]

The Light in My Darkness - 6

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: nope

A/N: Hello lovies! Important things happen here though it may not seem like it. We’re laying the groundwork. Enjoy!

***

It wasn’t long before you once again found yourself standing in front of Wade Wilson’s desk waiting for him to acknowledge your presence. When he continued to type without glancing at you, you cleared your throat. You waited another moment before saying, “Excuse me.”

He held up one finger in a sign you should wait, finished his typing, then looked up at you with a smile and his hands laced together. “How may I help you today?”

“I have some things I need to give to Clint. Could you let him know I’m here?”

He tilted his head to the side and his smile slipped into an ‘I’m sorry’ expression. “Mr. Barton is terribly busy today. If you would like to leave whatever it is with me, I’ll see to it he gets it.”

Yeah, that so wasn’t happening. “I’d rather give them to him myself. If you would just let him know I’m here, I’ll wait until he has a second. It won’t take long.”

“Suit yourself.”

It didn’t take you long to realize that unless he’d sent an email, Wade had done nothing to inform Clint you were there. You gave a shake of your head as you pulled out your phone and sent a text.

Moments later, the door to Clint’s office swung open to reveal him frowning at his phone. A smile replaced the frown as he glanced up to meet your eye. He motioned you in before turning his scowl on Wade. You grabbed his tie as you passed by and pulled him along with you as you passed.

You closed the door before turning your attention to straightening Clint’s tie. Your eyes ran over the length of him and you licked your lips. Currently he was dressed in a black three-piece suit minus the jacket which was discarded over a nearby chair. His sleeves were rolled up to show the tattoos on each forearm. Realizing you were lingering, you cleared your throat and stepped back after one last pat.

Clint’s head was cocked to the side and he wore a half-smirk as he looked you over. “You okay, sweetheart?”

A quick nod was your response.

His eyes narrowed and he pulled you back to him. “You sure about that?”

You glanced down before looking back up to meet his gaze. “Remember when you asked me what my favorite look on you was? You found it.”

His smirk morphed into a grin. “I’ll have to remember that.” He kissed your forehead before stepping away to move back around his desk as a notification chimed on his computer. “Now, what brings you here? I hope there wasn’t a problem with the move.”

“No. They were great. I just wanted to bring this in.” You handed over the contract first. “Signed and delivered.”

He flipped through it to ensure it was signed in the appropriate places before unlocking his top desk drawer and putting the papers inside. Once he locked everything back up, he put the key in the pocket of his vest. “Thank you for that. I’ll get you a copy of the signed document.”

You shook your head. “It’s not necessary. I wouldn’t be doing this if you weren’t the man you are, Clint. I trust you.” You shrugged. “Besides, if you fuck up, I’ll sic Wanda on you.”

His smile softened. “Guess I’ll have to be on my best behavior then.”

“Clint Barton behave? I wasn’t aware that was even possible.”

“Ha ha. You’re hilarious. What else do you have there?” he gestured at the paper still in your hands.

You bit your bottom lip and handed over the bill for your tuition. “I signed up for classes. Since I’m so late, the bill has to be paid by Friday to hold my spot.”

“Not a problem. I’ll make sure it’s taken care of today.” He picked up his suit jacket and slid the bill into one of the inside pockets before putting it on. “What’s on the agenda for you today?”

“Well, even with all my furniture moved in, my apartment looks pretty empty. I evidently need to go shopping.” Your cheeks heated at the admission. Part of it was embarrassment at how little you actually owned, the rest was talking about spending Clint’s money. It just wasn’t something you were comfortable doing.

He hummed and nodded his head before placing a hand on your back and turning you toward the door. “Sounds fun. Let’s go.”

You planted your feet and looked at him with wide eyes. “You want to go shopping? With me?”

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t want to go with anyone else. Besides, there are some things I want to make sure you pick up.” His hand fell away and he turned to face you. “Unless of course, you don’t want me to go with you.”

You shook your head and grabbed his hand in yours to pull him toward the door. “Oh no, Barton. You aren’t getting out of it that easily.”

He laughed and followed after you. He couldn’t blame you for being surprised that he’d even offered. He’d taken Wanda and you shopping for Junior prom dresses and sworn it would never happen again. You wondered if he remembered, but you weren’t about to remind him if he didn’t.

He pulled you to a stop in front of Wade’s desk. “I’m out for the day, Wilson.”

The assistant’s gaze shifted between the two of you. Finally, he nodded and the corner of his mouth curled up ever so slightly. “Of course, sir. I’ve got it covered.”

Clint pursed his lips. “I know you do. That’s the reason I haven’t fired you yet.”

“Thank you, sir.”

If sarcasm could be conveyed through a smile, you were pretty sure Wade Wilson had it down to an art.

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The store that Clint took you to was completely overwhelming. They had absolutely everything you needed to outfit your apartment from spatulas to sofas. You hadn’t been there long, maybe only half an hour or so. Clint had stripped down to only his dress shirt and trousers in the car so he looked significantly more casual than he had before. He was being uncharacteristically quiet as he trailed behind you but you could feel his eyes on you.

You had started in kitchenware but kept picking up things and putting them back so you’d moved on to furniture. The sofa in your living room was way past needing to be replaced and it wasn’t nearly large enough for the new space anyway. When you reached that department, your gaze immediately fell on a deep blue sofa with a chaise lounge on one end. You ran your hand over it reveling in the softness of the fabric beneath your fingers.

It was displayed with a pair of chairs covered in large blossoms in shades of blue and purple. You instantly fell in love with all of it. Until you saw the price tag. It was all entirely too expensive.

“Can I help you folks with anything?” a friendly voice said nearby and you turned to find that a salesman had stepped up beside Clint.

Clint shook the man’s hand. “My girlfriend and I are furnishing our new apartment. Unfortunately, we need pretty much everything. Think you can help us with that?”

A little thrill went through you when he called you his girlfriend but you shoved it back down. What else was he supposed to introduce you as?

The man’s brows lifted though you could tell he tried to keep his smile contained. “That’s my job, sir.”

Clint’s lips twisted as he glanced to you, his eyes flashing with amusement. “Fantastic. We’ll start with this sofa and two of these chairs.”

“No,” you exclaimed without even thinking about it. Both men looked at you in surprise. “I just mean it’s…I want something different is all.”

“Could you give us a moment?” Clint’s eyes stayed locked with yours though it was the salesman he was talking to.

Once the other man had left, Clint closed the distance between you. When you tried to break eye contact, he grabbed your chin and turned your face back toward his.  “What’s this?”

“I just want something different is all,” you protested.

“Bullshit.”

“Excuse me?”

He sighed. “Don’t feed me that, Y/N. I know you well enough to be able to tell when you like something or not. We’ve been here for forty-five minutes and you haven’t spent a dime. So, I’ll ask again and I expect the truth this time. What is this?”

“I don’t like spending money just for the sake of spending it, Clint. Yes, this couch is gorgeous, but I’m certain there is one a tenth of the price that will do just as well.” You gestured at the myriad choices around you while you spoke.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest and held you there for a long moment. He pressed kisses along the top of your head while he did. Your arms wove around his waist and you just enjoyed being held. “God, you’re a refreshing change,” he said disrupting the quiet.

His hands found your upper arms as he put some space between you so he could look in your eyes again. “Let me do this. Let me take care of you. You need furniture. Hell, we need furniture. You can either pick out the stuff you really love or I will purchase the most expensive alternative just because I can. Okay?”

You still weren’t entirely comfortable with the thought of spending his money, but you knew he’s make good on his threat. You nodded once. “Okay.”

“Good.” He signaled for the salesman to come back over. “Sorry. She got a little sticker shock is all, so no discussion of prices.”

From the looks of him the salesman was moments away from cackling in glee. “Not a problem, sir. So, the couch and two of the chairs?”

“Yes—”

“No,” you interrupted and Clint looked at you in complete exasperation.

“Y/N, we just talked about this.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and you resisted the urge to giggle.

“One chair, please. And an ottoman. Do you have something in purple?”

***

Once you had selected every possible thing you could need for your apartment, and several things you didn’t, the two of you headed for the car. Clint’s fingers were laced with yours. You weren’t certain if it was because he just wanted to hold your hand or if he was afraid you’d pass out if he let go. You had spent more today than you ever had in your life and it wasn’t even your money.

You were stunned, but you didn’t want him thinking you weren’t appreciative though you’d already thanked him several times. “Are you hungry?”

He smiled. “I could eat. Have something in mind?”

“Yes, but you have to let me buy your dinner. As a thank you.”

His eyes revealed nothing as they ran over your face, but his smile turned into a grin. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

After the two of you had gotten into the back of the car, you leaned forward. “Hey, Scott. Take us to the Red Eye, would you?”

“Sure thing, Y/N,” the driver answered with a grin.

[littlewolf651]

The King and the Sorcerer Part 1

My friend @jojosiewa created an AU based on MC Youtubers and She-Ra, and I love it to death. She talks about it only on her discord server tho so you’d probably wanna go join it for more details there.

Point is tho in the story the climax was that Seto would eventually get corrupted by dark magic and take over the castle from the current king Taylor (AntVenom) and through a ton of talking about it, we started shipping Seto and Ant together, and here we are. I have a part 2 planned as well that's fluffier than this one, I promise.

Most important things to know; 

Adam is a prince, he found a sword that can turn into the hero Skybrine, no one else knows, had a big fight with his brother Ant and left to sulk and now Seto is corrupted.

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Taylor was sure his arm was broken. In the very least, his wrist was. The pain was blooming from his left wrist quickly as he clutched his wrist close. He'd used it to deflect falling debris his attacker had cast at him.

He hadn't expected an attack on his castle like this from within and certainly not from him.

The debris from the ceiling that had landed on him suddenly glowed a dark purple and was cast aside into the throne room walls, sending up another cloud of dust that Taylor had trouble breathing.

The dust in the room seemed to almost part as Seto walked towards Taylor. His warm brown eyes were gone, replaced by entirely black eyes as dark and cold as the void. His tanned skin was pale and branded with hundreds of black magic tattoos along his cheeks, neck, chest and arms. It made Taylor at first doubt it was even Seto attacking him. But his clothing, his magic and the red creeper amulet Taylor had given him when he'd first came to the castle were so distinct Taylor couldn't deny it.

Seto was here. Turned against the kingdom, against his family, his home, all in the name of this dark magic.

He remembered warning Seto against it at first. Seto had insisted on trying it out to try and help Taylor's dad with his sickness. Taylor had pleaded, even begged Seto not to try it. It was too dangerous, he didn't want Seto to get hurt. But then he had to become the standing king for the kingdom, spending less and less time with Seto until he often went days or even weeks without being able to see him. He'd argued it was for the good of the kingdom but, was it really worth it?

"Well isn't this a sight to see?" Seto's voice sounded musical like he had just been told a hilarious joke and couldn't wait to share it "A mighty king cowering before his servant. You know I never understood it when people said a king was a servant to his people. Though maybe now I'm finally starting to understand that." he grinned at Taylor, getting well in the other's face as his hands glowed with dark power.

"What's wrong, your highness?" His voice was mocking "Shocked to see an old friend looking so different? I mean, last time you saw me was what? Three weeks ago? Time sure flies when you abandon your friends and family, huh?"

"Seto…" Taylor coughed "H… How did this happen to you?"

Seto pulled back and laughed "It's funny how you only seem to start caring when it starts involving you, isn't it? I can't believe I spent nights dreaming of you, how pathetic of me."

Taylor blinked at Seto, he started to speak but was cut off again by the sorcerer. "But that's all in the past the old me is gone along with all that miserable sentiment. Now then," he held out his hand "I'll have your crown now."

Taylor narrowed his eyes "No, I'm still king of this land, and I will never relinquish it to-" he gave a startled yelp when he was suddenly encased in purple magic and dragged closer to Seto.

Seto calmly took the gold and amethyst crown from the king's head "You're the king of a dying era." He mused, placing the crown upon his head "An era that will be erased from existence starting with you."

Seto's hand stopped glowing and let Taylor fall back onto the floor with a cry.

'That's it, Seto.' Voices cooed softly into the corrupted sorcerer's mind 'Show him no mercy. Kill him.'

Seto's hand wavered at that as he looked at Taylor with dim, narrow eyes. Kill? Did he really have to go that far? Was that really necessary? Did he even want to?

Taylor very slowly got to his feet when Seto didn't seem to react to him moving.

Seto's eyes did look at him when the other started to walk closer "Seto, please. This isn't the Seto I know. The Seto I know, is quiet but kind. He's sarcastic, but he's always there to help people that need it."

"Shut. up." Seto's smile was very much gone now.

"Hell, for a time, I almost thought you were Skybrine." He gave a weak smile, still holding is wrist close to his chest. "You're a good person Seto. I care about you. You're one of my closest friends."

"I said Shut Up!"

"Seto Please" Taylor was practically face to face with Seto now, close enough to see each individual magic tattoo over his exposed skin "You're even more than just a friend to me. You're-"

"ENOUGH!" Taylor got thrown back into the wall by another blast of magic from the other, leaving him lying against the wall and weakly trying to sit up with his good arm.

Seto walked up, and his hand glowed with dark purple magic, forcefully lifting Taylor up into the air and his back against the wall "I spent weeks alone and ignored by you! Weeks crying over you! I needed you, and you turned me away! Don't you fucking dare try to now manipulate me after all you've done! No wonder Adam ran away from you. You pushed away everyone who would dare care about you until you're completely alone like you deserve!" he snarled

Taylor couldn't deny that he was scared. His heart was racing, and it was aching with sorrow and heartbreak at what his closest friend had become. Seto was right, he should've been there for him and helped him, not left Seto all alone and helpless.

Seto looked up at Taylor's shaking form, he was silent aside from his panting and Taylor could notice the faint flicker in the sorcerer's black eyes a shade of purple "It would be so easy to kill you now." Seto spoke his voice sending icy shivers up Taylor's spine. "Just a flick of my wrist and I'll never have to worry about you again." This was it, he was going to die at the hand of someone he'd abandoned. At least Adam was hopefully far away from here.

"But I'm not going to." Taylor fell back to the floor with a yelp. Seto's eyes were still flickering, and he now had a scowl on his face instead of his smirk "... You don't deserve a quick death. I want you to watch me take this kingdom and everyone you love from you."

Seto snapped his fingers and purple translucent chains wrapped around his arms, making Taylor whimper at the pressure put on his wrist.

Seto rolled his eyes and walked over, one of his hands glowed a deep purple, and he placed it on Taylor's damaged wrist "Quit your whining, I don't need you crying about something so menial."

Taylor felt the pain in his wrist evaporate after that. He stared at Seto in shock as he walked away to begin to seal the castle. Seto really could've killed him. But despite the taunting and berating that he'd received and deserved, Seto spared him and healed him.

Maybe the Seto he knew really was still in there...

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Part 2: Will be available soon.

Message me or Josie if you wanna join her server, it’s pretty chill and we mostly just gush about AUs. :)