#how many times can you call someone a pretty brown girl before it starts getting weird?? bc i don't think there's a limit

[disgustingtwitches]

"Brown skin, pretty brown eyes"

1.6k words

Gaz x Brown Reader (´⌣`ʃƪ) just makes me swing my feet in the air thinking about it

[Unprotected sex, creampie, praise, afab reader]

MDNI

You'd see him sporadically. He'd show up for a while; then he'd disappear for weeks or even months. Then he'd come back, sit at the same spot, and order the same thing,

"Just the usual with white wine please."

He kind of had a boujee energy, but when he'd hand you the menu and say:

"Thank you, darling."

He'd smile at you in a way that said, I'll bend you over the table right now if you ask nicely.

"Of course, love."

You'd smile back in a way that screamed, Please, please, please do it.

You'd wonder who'd make the first move. Christ, it's been nothing but pussyfooting for about two years now. Pretty boy like him probably wanted you to beg for his number. You almost caved at the beginning, but now it's a stupid competition. Your pride versus his ego.

One day he came in with a friend; some fidgety, chatty, Scottish thing. Shook the whole table when he bounced his leg. Smiled so brightly it was like staring into the sun. They jabbered the whole time they picked at their lunch. Occasionally, the Scotsman would look back at you with a goofy grin before turning back to his plate. As soon as you set the cheque down, they both reached for it. His friend was faster though, laughing and paying for the both of them. You rang him up and brought back his card.

"Thank you for coming, always a pleasure to see you."

You avoided eye contact in fear of melting into a puddle infront of him and his friend.

"Same to you."

He nodded. His friend oohed as you walked away, that earned him a shush and punch on the arm.

"Lovely place ye got here, take care!"

The mohawked man waved as he was ushered (shoved) out the door, pretty boy looked back and flashed that smile that made your knees buckle. You cleared the table and looked at the receipt. It was hard to make out, but it read:

Such a honour to finally meet the missus,

(020) 7946 0801

For the next few days while you were getting ready, you'd look at the paper taped up to corner of your mirror. Everyday pretty boy would come in with the same song and dance; same order, same coy looks, same touch when he passed back the menu. Friday rolled around and you were sitting home, mindlessly watching some dramedy about medical malpractice and nursing a bottle of rosé. Fuck it, you said to yourself while picking up the phone. Brrr brrr...brrr brrr...brr-

"Hello?"

There was that deliciously familiar voice. Your stomach did flips.

"Yes, hello... It's uh-"

"The waitress from Hawksmoor."

There's a moment of silence, like you both can't believe this is happening.

"I got your number from your friend, he left it on his receipt."

"Yeah, of course he did..."

You heard some hushed gibberish. You think this is a mistake.

"I'm sorry if I-"

"No, no! I'm just -shutthefuckup- I'm just watching the game with a friend right now."

You can hear a recognizable Scottish accent coming through the speaker of your phone.

"I never caught your name."

Unlike his friend, pretty boy always left cash. So you couldn't creep and read the name on the card like you did with, what was it? MacTavish?

"Kyle. Kyle Garrick."

You repeated the name, giving it a swirl around your mouth like a wine, testing the mouthfeel. Thinking about how moanable it is. Wondering if you should take his last name or hyphenate the both of yours. There's some muffled conversation from the other end, his voice came back on the line, snapping you out of your daydream.

"Would you like to go out for drinks tomorrow?"

Your heart raced.

"Yeah tomorrow's perfect."

He wished you a goodnight and it was like you were hearing the words for the first time, sounded like a song. Then you heard the word parroted in a brash Glaswegian accent in the background. Click.

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The date started off a little awkward, two years of nothing more than a few rehearsed lines made it hard to think of other things to say. Well... you could share what's been on both your minds this whole time, but you have to work up to those kinds of things. You learn that he's in the military, just turned thirty, currently lives in Soho. Sun and moon in Leo. Likes wine. Watches romcoms even though the corny jokes makes him cringe. Likes to travel. He'd ask a lot of questions about you too; lean in and smirk whenever you'd go on a little rant about yourself. As the evening went on, the place started getting busy and it got louder and louder until you were talking directly in each other's ears. He was wearing something that smelled divine. And expensive. Sweet vanilla, with a touch of leather and cedar. You could just lick it off his neck right now if he'd let you.

"It's getting loud here, should we go somewhere quieter?"

His breath warm on your neck, hand resting lightly on your knee. You were at his place as soon as you brought up the idea. He conveniently picked a bar less than a minute away from his flat. It was warm, cozy, lived in. Knickknacks on shelves, books on the coffee table, the comforting scent of his cologne filled the room; this was his sanctuary.

"Your choice, love."

He looked at you while you both sat on the opposite end of the huge couch. You landed on Roman Holiday, it was just something nice to put on in the background. You barely paid attention to the movie while you and him slowly got closer, scooting more and more until you were touching knees. One hand slipped into another. One head leaned on the other. One arm wrapped around a shoulder. One pair of lips softly meets the other. One shirt slipped onto the floor, then one more joins it. Pants followed. His touch was so gentle when sliding off your panties. His eyes went wide and staring at your glistening folds,

"Got myself something real pretty, hm?"

He dove into your heat with pent up passion. Moaned while his mouth was sealed around your nub, the vibrations sending chills up your thighs. It felt so good, you rolled your eyes back,

"Eyes on me, love."

He looked up at you with those big warm eyes. He straightened up with your legs still on his shoulders, pushing your hips up to his face. He took long, show licks from your entrance to your clit, sucking softly and quickly, repeating the movement until you squirmed and begged to get fucked. He flashes his perfect teeth at you while he leaned over, giving you a wet kiss letting you taste yourself. He pulls down his boxers, his dick was just as pretty as the rest of him; thick, veiny, precum glossy on a tip that is a lighter shade than the rest of him, he even had a cute little beauty mark on his shaft. With one leg over his shoulder, he lined himself up. Eased himself into you, hips stuttering when you took him to the base.

"Good fucking girl."

He'd coo while taking long, slow strokes. Teasingly slow. You begged for him to go faster. His dick jumps inside you when he hears that.

"Mhm, just use your words love."

He leaned back, placing his hands on your soft mound, using his thumbs to expose your clit. Soft groans escaped him while watching your reactions to him brushing over it. Looking down at himself sliding in and out of you he'd say,

"That's my pretty brown girl, yeah?"

Grips your hips and starts pounding into you. While you whimpered whenever he'd kiss his tip to your cervix, he praises how perfect your nipples looked firm and bouncing from each stroke.

"Fucking perfect... Unbelievable..."

He'd paw and knead your chest, leaning forward and pressing desperate kisses all over your face.

"Look down,"

He pants, pushing the back of your head forward so you're watching him fuck you, foreheads touching.

"See how nice we look together, yeah?"

He'd go on to make you cum so many times you'd lose track of how many orgasms you had. One after another, over and over until you saw stars.

"Just one more, I promise. You got one more in you, right darling?"

He'd slow down, seemingly talking to your sopping wet cunt,

"Can I please finish here? Right here feels so good."

Cum drunk and senseless, you beg to feel him finish inside you. He wraps you up in his strong arms tightly, his lips pressed up right up on your neck, right under your ear.

"Little piece of heaven you are. My fucking little brown angel, yeah? My perfect fuckin-"

He'd bury his face into the couch while moaning, pumping deep inside you. Once his dick stops twitching, he covers you in kisses, singing praises between them.

"Took me so well...such a good girl...made me so proud."

He wipes you down with a warm towel before carrying you to bed. Fucked out, you're already sleeping before he slides in bed next to you. The next morning, you wake up to light kisses and bites trailing down your chest and stomach, stopping right above your nub. Those adoring brown eyes looking up at yours while sticking his tongue out and flicking it against you. He wraps his arms around your thighs, sinking fingers into the soft flesh.

"Made just for me, no one else... Only for me... Gorgeous, gorgeous girl..."

He'd say between licks. Thank God you had today off.

[verstappen-cult]

ouuu, imagine getting a new pet with the f1 grid! like, whether it be just recently moving in together and wanting a new addition or whether it be just a small present, your choice ofc! 💖

GETTING A NEW PET WITH THE BOYS | F1 GRID

★ — LANDO NORRIS (4)

one day you came home only to find lando laying on the floor with a tiny cat sitting on his chest, talking so soft as if he was speaking to a child, hands caressing behind his little ears. “hey, i got you a present!” he was lot more excited than you, and you were the one that actually wanted to adopt a cat. you named her with a little bit of help from lando, and soon became a crucial part in both your lives. every time lando is away, which is most of the time, he’s always asking for pics of his two girls. you’re pretty sure he loves the cat more than he loves you. and vice–versa.

★ — CHARLES LECLERC (16)

it was always a plan. even when you had been dating for just a couple of weeks, you two always wanted to have a dog together. and that’s why the moment you move in together, you go to one of the shelters in the city to adopt one. it’s hard. there are so many dogs waiting for someone to take them home that it is impossible for you to not cry. eventually you take home a little one that kept following charles everywhere he went, and the moment the dog starts running and sniffing everything, making you both laugh, you know he’s the perfect addition to your life.

★ — OSCAR PIASTRI (81)

oscar knows you grew up with a lot of dogs and cats, and that you miss them every day. he also knows you are pretty happy living with him and traveling when you can, but living away from family is hard. it’s no secret that you are the most important person in his life and he will always want you to be happy; that is why one day you wake up with a slight pressure on your chest and two big brown eyes looking at you. you’re very sure everyone in the building heard your scream when you realized it was a rabbit. oscar had the biggest smile on his face, and felt like a very proud boyfriend, as he saw you play with him.

★ — MAX VERSTAPPEN (33/1)

you and max weren’t looking to adopt a new cat, you really were more than happy and done with jimmy and sassy. but then one day you’re walking back to your hotel after lunch and next thing you know, you are inside a pet shop. you were just thinking about getting the cats new toys and maybe a cat tree when you saw her sitting at the counter, looking so soft and tiny. when max went to pay, the owner told you she was a stray cat and the rest was history. there was a lot of paperwork to be able to get her out of the city and back to your home, but it was all worth it.

★ — ALEX ALBON (23)

you’re always looking to adopt new pets. or members of the family as alex likes to call them. you know who you’re dating, so it’s all part of the relationship. not that it bothers you; you’re really happy with the zoo you have at home. the newest addition is a little more big than the rest of the pets, and it doesn’t surprise you, nothing does with alex anymore. and you always wanted a horse growing up, it’s a win for everyone. every time alex has free time you’re traveling to visit alex’s parents where the horse lives and it’s hard when you have to say goodbye but you know alex is already looking to adopt a new cat, or a dog, or another horse, and that makes it a little easier.

★ — DANIEL RICCIARDO (3)

daniel just comes home holding a guinea pig one day and you don’t even question him. he said he found it near the park where he went to run and couldn’t leave it there. just like that you got a new pet. neither of you had a guinea pig before so you don’t really know how to take care of him. or her? so the next morning you take the little one to the vet and then to a pet shop where you buy everything you’re going to need. and some other things that aren’t necessary but daniel saw and fell in love. if you had to drag him out of there before he brought a fish, well, that’s no one’s business.

★ — MICK SCHUMACHER (47)

you were cuddling on the couch, mick with the most awful cold ever known to men when you got a call from her mom, and before she even got to say hi your boyfriend was already asking for the family dog. it was so cute seeing him say how much he missed him and how he wished he could be there to cuddle and feel better (rude!); that was the exact moment you knew what to do. it was a little hard trying to find a shelter, and then complete the form and interview they asked for, but in just a couple of days you were standing in front of a blanket-covered and almost crying mick cuddling with his new dog.

© VERSTAPPEN-CULT ⎯ do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[ajortga]

why try?

pairing: tara carpenter x fem reader

based off song request! thank you so much for your requests! many are being looked at now, another 3 are left to write. i'm not very good at song requests and i was actually feeling a little rushed this time, i just wanted to get this out there so i hope this can meet what you may have wanted.

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??; was wondering if you’d take a song fic request ? mainly asking because i was listening to why try by ariana grande and i thought it might be good with like tara i think , i hope ,,, im not sure anymore lmfao

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You and Tara didn’t meet each other in the best way possible, you met on bad terms, especially since she crashed into you while running and spilt hot coffee on you, screaming an apology as she ran to who knows what class, not even looking back.

For that whole day your white shirt was now a caramel brown, making you a little frustrated.

Tara was walking to her film history class, her hair in a braided half up half down, basically huffing as she opened the door, as she looked for a seat, the only left was a seat one away from the window. 

A pretty girl with her headphones in sat next to her, scribbling on her notes and wow, her writing was so neat. It reminded her of the poems that lovers would write to each other in neat curvy lines back in the olden days. 

Then she looked down at her sweater, it looked like a coffee stain.

Wait, a coffee stain?

The pretty girl was you, the one she crashed into and accidentally spilt steaming coffee on your sweater while she was running late to her next class, not even being able to make the face as she turned a corner and was gone.

Your gaze shifted from your words to the girl standing in front of you, your warm eyes looking at her, then recognizing Tara as yours narrowed.

“You owe me a new shirt. That was eighty dollars.” You mumble, pointing to the stain on your shirt, your voice soft, but trying to be a little annoyed, sour, and angry, Tara found it adorable.

“I was late to class.” She shrugged, making a small laugh as she sat down.

“That doesn’t mean you can spill your steaming coffee on me, I think I got a rash.” You basically flipped her off without actually flipping her off.

She groaned, “Okay I’m sorry, that must’ve hurt. My name is Tara.”

“Y/N,” you said simply, your voice wispy, sounds like a sweet and pretty sound, Tara could listen to it for hours-

“I’m still mad at you,” You murmur, turning your head away from her as your hair draped over your notes, writing.

She scoffed, a little angry that you weren’t quite talking to her, more like talking to her about the situation that she forgot about.

“Are you always like this?” She said, smiling, a little sarcastically.

“You’re mean Tara,” You turn to her, head laying against your palm. “Can I not be a little upset that you stained my favorite sweater, and basically burned me with your flaming coffee, what a memorable way to know you right? You were already late, why not just take your time?”

Tara huffs, seeing you like a kitten that doesn’t get what they want, saving your sweetness for her and squeezing out a little bitterness. She nudges you on the shoulder, making you shift a little and let out a small quiet giggle.

“Whatever Tickles.”

“Don’t call me that Tiny.”

“Excuse you?”

“Don’t think that teasing won’t jump back at you Tiny Toe Tara!”

“Oh fuck you!” She says sarcastically, “You drive me insane!”

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Tara was right, you do drive her insane, but not the way you thought of.

Who would’ve known that her mind was you every night before she went to bed, the way she could feel her cheeks heating when thinking of your face. Your hair. Oh god, please don’t get started with your smile. It drove her crazy, in that way where she has seen your face as you talked to someone, just realizing how much of a listener you are. A good one especially, she sees your eyes as you nod, the way you tilt your head in a conversation, fully immersed.

Tara always wanted to have someone listen to her. She was always listening to others, good listening or not, she never got it back.

There were days where she’d tell Sam the things you did, basically screaming as she says how annoying you are. But at the same time, Sam sees the way Tara’s eyes dilate when she talks about you, gushing all her words at once and scrambling some words.

“She sounds like someone you talk about a lot.” 

“Excuse you? She is hot! I mean not!”

“Have you ever seen what she looks like? I think I stare at her too much.”

“Why?”

“Oh pfft, because she’s an atrocious looking pretty looking ogre that I can’t help but feel sorry for how she looks.”

“Pretty looking?”

“Oh yeah. No! You’re getting it all wrong. Pretty looking ogre like her looks pretty like one of an ogre.”

“That’s not what it sounded like.”

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You and Tara throw insults at each other, she hates them.

“My Tiny!”

“Tararific!”

You annoyed her to bits, she was annoyed at the fact that she was desperate to see you, to talk to you, to see you smile. She was angry that she just couldn’t hate you. Even with your silly personality, teasing remarks, and playful nudges, there were moments where she saw you being you. Seeing you feed stray cats on the sidewalk when she walked to her apartment, your headphones in as she sees your pretty figure asleep on your desk as you took soft breaths, or the way your eyes are different than any other, different in the way that it was special.

She was so lovesick, but she would go through that phase every time if it meant seeing you for a second.

Why try getting her feelings for you to rip?

Knowing that you could still make her heart skip?..

[junkiespromise]

superstar | ms47

request: can "superstar" be about mick? y/n is a very supportive girlfriend and she cheers for him and goes to every race but she's not famous, she's a "pretty normal" person compared to him, so his fans don't really understand what he sees in her?

summary: where two young kids fall in love but the world one of them is involved in seems to be against their happiness.

warnings: angst yeah and a bit of relationship doubts.

notes: the second story and first request of the eras masterlist is finally here! i hope ypu guys enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writting it, also it was my first social media au, and remember that requests are still opened!

masterlist

Mick’s life had always been filled with the thrilling sound of car engines and the adrenaline that comes with excessive speed. His father being probably the most famous Formula One driver in history was perhaps the reason why he was so interested and enamored by the sport, making him always wonder if his father was not who he was, would he even be this obsessed with it, or would he want to be a football player or a pianist.

So he made his way through the motorsport world, karts like any kid and then a formula three and two champion until he achieved the highest category and just like his father he became a Formula One driver but he realized that even now when he had finally achieved everything he had dreamed of, he felt, lonely.

Even when he stepped inside the most rapid vehicles in history, where he thought he would feel the most complete, his heart told him that something was missing, to make it alright, to put it all in place. He didn’t know what it was but his soul ached for it, he longed for a deeper connection, someone who would see him for who he truly was and understand his mind and soul.

So when he crossed paths with Y/N, one Sunday evening back home in Germany those lingering feelings disappeared, he knew she was the one.

Mick remembers the day they met as if it was yesterday, he remembered her clothes and could describe in a detailed way how her hair was wrapped in a hair band forming a low ponytail that rested on her shoulder.

He was wearing some long-sleeved shirt that was years old and a pair of dark blue jeans tightened with a belt that probably belonged to his father, considering the damaged black leather of it.

That cold evening he and his sister decided to go out for a coffee, and after an insisting chat with Gina, he decided to go. He was back home, finally, after a never stopping routine of constant travel he had some time for his own, and like every year he went to Germany, with his family. So that day they decided on a small café that not many people frequented.

Mick had asked for a cappuccino and Gina for a macchiato, his order was the first one they called but just as he was stepping towards the girl who was handing it to him, exactly like in a rom-com his sister made him watch, he felt a coldness hit his chest, in a second his white long-sleeved shirt was splashed in brown iced coffee.

A wave of apologies said by a sweet voice filled his ears and that was the moment he finally looked at the girl who had accidentally thrown her coffee onto his shirt.

—Don't worry too much, I'm lucky it was an iced one—He said, slightly chuckling, placing his hand on her wrists, stopping her from smudging it more. Now his mind wondered why she was even ordering it when outside you could see slight traces of snow.

Their eyes finally met, for the first time, before, she was too busy trying to get rid of the stain on his shirt to pay attention to the person she was cleaning it off of. Embarrassed by the situation with her cheeks flushed in a light pink that went all the way up to her ears she stopped for a moment the apologies.

They told each other their names and rapidly started talking, as if faith had brought them together and made them meet like that. In the back, Gina laughed at the poor flirting attempts of her brother who had also completely forgotten about their arranged siblings' coffee date.

And for months after that, they were friends, each too afraid to confess the feelings they had, until finally, one night, when he had traveled to her hometown as a surprise Mick tried to in the most rom-comish way he could, confess his feelings.

Afraid about not hearing an answer to his confession, all kinds of thoughts run through his mind, maybe he had read the signals wrongly and she just wanted to be friends.

But for his luck, the thoughts were interrupted by a pair of lips clinging onto his.

Now, months into their relationship he knew that she was that missing piece he had looked for all along. He raced in the fastest cars in the world yet he felt more adrenaline when he looked at her, his nervousness when he started a race did not compare to that of placing his eyes on hers. And his worries faded to nothing when he looked at her

But people started talking, they always did, and at first, not caring was so easy, in the end, a relationship with a superstar who has thousands of fans all around the world was hard for everyone who was in one, except that to Y/N, his fans seemed harsher on the critics.

They speculated about her motives, if it was for some quick fame or the money he could bring to your home or even the connections she could get and that after catching them she would rapidly leave him, both of them knew the truth, they loved each other and nothing could stop them from it but sometimes it felt like they could.

Mick knew he shouldn't doubt their relationship but he could not stop his mind from wandering if she truly loved him, he knew he loved her but what if it was not like that to her, what if they were right.

The doubts started to get to his head, the side comments, the replies to any post he made about her or she made about him, they, at a point, became to much, so the distancing started between them, slowly, but not slow enough for her to not notice.

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As the sun began to set in the Saudi Arabia grand prix circuit, everyone's faces filled with excitement, the voices high pitched with enthusiasm. She stood with her hands on the metal railings that separated the crowd from the track.

Although excitement filled the air, Y/N's heart ached. She loved Mick, so much, his love completed her, but people commented on it, on a love that was so pure it seemed almost indestructible, and for a moment she was so foolish she believed that, that their love would be forever, even with all the comments from the outside, their own little world would stay the same.

She knew, the second Mick had told her he was a driver, a formula one driver, that it would be hard to maintain a relationship with a superstar like him. But she was willing to try, even if it meant that the moment she stepped out into the world as Mick Schumacher's girlfriend, that her way of living would not be the same and that that quiet life she liked to have would not be possible, at least for the time they dated. And for him, she was willing to try.

Taking a deep breath in, she locked her phone, reading through the dozens of messages and comments people left her was exhausting and she did not understand the why of them, she hadn't done anything to anyone, she was aware of the ruthlessness of the internet but she had never experienced it first hand.

The comments had been recently getting to her head and she knew they had gotten to Mick's too. Lately he had been more distant, quieter also, and she didn't know what to do about it, talk would be the obvious thing but she avoided serious talks at all costs, she wasn't good at it and her eyes got all watery when she made eye contact with the one she was talking too. But, right now, it seemed like the only thing she could do, force him to chat with her.

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The wheels on the car were barely been held together, after forty two laps with them and fifty seven laps total, the race was coming to an end and for the first time, Mick, was finally going to place his feet in the podium, second place, just milliseconds behind the blue car numbered "one".

Gina and Corinna sat by her side, the three of them on the verge of tears. The cameras pointed at their faces and then back at the race, she wouldn't celebrate yet, to her it was bad luck. Her heart accelerated at the same pace as the cars passing on the screen in front of her, one more lap and it was his.

The checkered flag appeared in the air, finally it had come to an end, the moment the car passed the checkered flag, the three women and the entire team got up, at the same time, screaming and hugging each other. Now they waited for him to arrive and congratulate him.

Her eyes placed on his, she knew that behind that helmet, a pair of blue eyes were staring back. She smiled when he finally ran towards his team to hug them, the flashing of cameras and screams filled her ears but as soon as he reached out for her and his arms wrapped around her, her head on his chest, his helmet still on, it felt as if they were the last people on earth, just them.

It was celebration day for Mick Schumacher, after that eventful race and his first podium he could finally celebrate it, with his friends and his team, even part of his family and of course, his girlfriend who had been with him for months now and was one of his biggest supporters.

He had changed already after a shower, into a pair of light washed jeans and a navy blue shirt. Mick looked at himself in the bathroom mirror one last time, he didn't need to look great but in the end it was a celebration for him so he had to be presentable at least. After a few minutes in the bathroom he finally came out to go look for his girl, who he thought was going to go with him.

He was surprised to find his girlfriend facing towards the TV, sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a matching black and light pink sweats set he had gotten her one time after she had told him she had liked it. Her phone facing down by her side and her hands where, he supposed, resting on her face, covering it.

— Hey, what's wrong? Are you not coming? — He sat by her side, putting his arm around her, fingers softly twisting her hair between them.

— We have to talk Mick, I, I can't stand this anymore — Her voice cracked at the end, even if she tried to hide it, he knew it had.

— What? Y/N, look at me, what is going on? — His hands grabbed her face now, his blue eyes scanning over her features, she was god damn gorgeous.

— Those comments, you know, they keep saying that I'm only with you because of your connections and shit, and you have been so distant lately I just — She looked in his eyes, not for long before she drifted them away from him and started to look at different things that seemed now, extremely interesting. Not the best at keeping eye contact especially in moments like those.

Mick immediately reacted back with the intention of talking back, refusing to hear her re-call the comments but Y/N talked before.

— I just don't want that to destroy us and you to think that I'm looking for fame, I just love you so much, and you've been so great to me so you suddenly distancing yourself from me is, I, please don't hear them —

His heart broke when he heard her shut down cries and saw her tear stained face. His arms wrapped around her shoulders and his hands grabbed her head softly and hid it against his chest, immediately feeling a wetness on his shirt, her tears.

A wave of sorries emitted in a low flooded her ears his nose against her head whispering them closely.

— I, you were right, I did listen to some comments, but I doubted myself and if I would be able to have a true relationship, and with you after today I know I have it. — Y/N felt his smile as he talked just by hearing the way he said the words. — When mom talked to me after the race she told me that you were the one and that you looked at me the same way she looks at dad —

The blond haired boy smiled as soon as he felt the smile of her girlfriend on his chest.

With his right hand, the one which he was not holding her with, he cleaned her tears from her face — I love you, so much I can barely hold it inside of myself, okay? You are the best girl someone could ever ask for. — She said it back after that and he repeated it a few times before falling quiet and for a few minutes they stayed like that, her arms wrapped around his chest and her head on his chest, one of his hands on her back and the other on her hair softly caressing it.

When they separated her hands went to her cheeks to wipe away the tears she had, now drying. — So, you're staying? — He asked, she simply shook her head — I'll go get ready, i have the cutest outfit planned —

She got up and walked to the bathroom quickly — You had an outfit planned without even knowing if I would get on the podium? — he asked, laying down on the bed — Of course! I felt it in my heart, you know, that you were going to be up there. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to jinx it, so I kept it to myself. — Mick smiled, looking at the ceiling, she had felt in her heart that he would be on the podium, how was he supposed to act after knowing that.

— Okay, I'm ready, let's go — She appeared on the room again, wearing a silk dress, black fishnets and a pair of black mary janes on her feet, her hair slightly wet and her eyes painted with a sharp eyeliner.

— You look, great, gorgeous actually — He walked up to her, admiring the way she looked, when he was finally in front of her he kissed her, with love and pureness.

To Mick, Y/N was his superstar and he knew she was hers too.

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Hi! Are your requests open?

If they are, I'd love to request a NSFW Mansk x reader where he gets possessive! Maybe reader wrestles with another recom and Mansk can smell him on her, which pisses him off, and he feels he needs to remind reader who she belongs to?? 👀

Thank you!!

(This is an old ask, requests are still closed for now. Back then they were not.) Thank you for submitting this! Sorry I changed the plot a little

Recom Mansk x f. Recom Y/N (x Recom Lyle / Lopez / Ja / Prager / Brown)

"Barracks Bunny: I Wanna Be Yours"

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Summary: The recoms have a hard time dealing with their Avatars and their needs. Y/N is there to help most of them out, but no matter how often someone comes into her room, her heart feels empty. That is until she gets closer to Mansk who shows her how much she means to him.

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, unprotected sex, scenting, possessiveness, teasing, crying, barracks bunny, cursing, penetration, oral sex, quickies, bond through tsaheylu

Word Count: 13,799 (holy fuck)

When you joined the military, you expected to be in and out in a few years. It wasn’t something you planned on doing most of your life but it just so happened to be that you stayed until you died. 

You didn’t really have anything to lose, so when the RDA started recruiting soldiers to leave for Pandora, you signed up for the program. The journey to the planet was the hardest and most unbearable part of it all. Once you finally arrived, everything seemed to be great again. That was until war broke out. It was the entire planet against humankind. A war which lasted less than a day. A battle that killed you and everyone you knew. 

That girl died that day, but her memories were given to you. You’re her Avatar, mixed with her and the Na’vi DNA. Life seemed different to you now. You had a new perspective and you had your friends back.

Before things got serious between the Na’vi and Humans, life seemed pretty good. You were starting to enjoy waking up in the morning because of the people you would see. Colonel Quaritch had and has a squad of highly trained marines. You’re a part of it. 

Not a single person knew the other in the beginning but trauma bonding really helped you all get to know each other. You wouldn’t call every soldier in the team a friend. Everyone had their preferences.

Being stuck on Pandora day after day, working from morning to night was difficult. We rarely got time to ourselves which is why the tensions between many of us would rise. No one had been laid in almost a year. It was easier to find someone when we were regular Marines. But now, under Quaritch’s command, higher expectations were to be met. 

But nothing runs perfectly all the time. This is why at the end of your time as a human on Pandora, you started feeling closer than usual to a few soldiers. Chemistry and sparks of excitement started becoming visible. 

Having friends-with-benefits arrangements wasn’t uncommon, but no one dared ask or initiate anything within the team. One snitch and it’s all over. 

In the beginning, it was all fun and games. You realised your potential interest in guys like Lyle, Mansk, and Prager. To be completely honest, most of your squad was surprisingly attractive. Something which you realised early on. Adding to your secret list, you liked Ja, Brown and Lopez too. There even seemed to be something attracting you to Zdinarsk and Walker but you weren’t sure whether you were brave enough to even attempt to go for them. 

To your complete surprise, they seemed to like you. As mentioned, you would all just be joking around. Not everyone was constantly present at the same time but you realised you got along well with most of them. As touch-deprived as you all were, jokes became playful touches. Training sessions got interesting because many of them would constantly ask you to wrestle etc. Physical contact was longed for by you and them.

Eventually, you notice their behaviour change a little. When you were with one marine, they would frown when another came into the room looking for you. They had their own little petty arguments going on but what seemed to absolutely trigger the alarms in their heads was when you would be interacted with by people from outside the squad. Obviously, during working hours when the interactions were professional, it was fine. But the second a male soldier from a different squadron would start talking to you or even touch you in the slightest way, the fun was over. One marine from the Deja Blu team would instantly come to your side and shut it down. Not necessarily by violence, but often their presence seemed to be enough to scare others off and they knew that. 

Soon, you started to feel like you were never left alone. Always with someone who seemed to escort you wherever. 

When the great battle came, things ended very quickly. But waking up as Avatars, that’s a whole new experience. One which everyone struggled with. 

Anyway, skipping past all other uninteresting details, things escalated when Lyle decided to make the first move. He decided he couldn’t wait any longer or at least his Avatar felt that way. This new body was much more difficult to deal with. 

You were in the gym, doing your own workouts while sharing the room with Lyle and Lopez. 

Lopez and you were both focused on your exercises but Lyle got distracted just 10 minutes in. You were wearing your sports bra and workout shorts. Leggings were no longer an option because they were difficult to put on with the tail. He was sitting on the bench he lifts weights on and his eyes were trained on you. They didn’t leave you once until you were almost finished. Lyle watched you do your pull-ups, admiring the way sweat glistened over your skin and especially the way it dripped down the middle of your cleavage. Your arms which were stronger than average but nothing compared to him, trembling along with your legs as you slowly lowered yourself back down. 

Lopez noticed him staring from the corner of his eye while he was busy with his weights. It didn’t anger him, just slightly irritated his good mood. Lyle is a Corporal and should be exemplary to the rest of the team. If his self-control is crumbling then what can be expected of the others?

In the next second, he saw Lyle get up and walk over to you. His walk was different too, he seemed more tense. 

Lopez rolled his eyes and huffed, knowing that Lyle must have gotten hard. But why in hell is he going to you?

“Y/N?” Lyle says, standing right in front of you. You peer down at him, your head hovering above the bar you were pulling your body up on. He didn’t look himself. You lowered yourself onto the ground, ears slightly pinned back because you didn’t get to finish your workout. 

“Yeah?” you ask, pressing your fingers into fists to release the tension from your muscles. 

You notice how Lyle almost seems nervous standing in front of you. You’ve never seen him like this.

“I can’t fuckin’ hide it anymore.” he says with a gulp. 

You stare up at his towering figure, tilting your head with confusion. What is he saying?

“Just once is fine. Please. This doesn’t have to be a regular thing. I just need you right now.” His voice sounds strained and his body is tense.

“Wh- what?” you stutter, not wanting to assume he means what you’re thinking. 

“Please- let me fuck you just this once. I won’t bother you with it again.” 

Lyle’s words catch you off guard. He wasn’t joking. You knew that by how desperate and nervous he was. As if he knew that what he was asking was outrageous in a way. A request like no other. 

But then again, to be completely honest, you yourself were struggling. Not just getting through the day, but you struggled not looking at Lyle while in the gym. He never has a shirt on when he works out.

Only now do you get an up-close look at all his muscles. The ceiling light illuminates his sweat-coated skin, making him look shiny and you have to take a deep breath to snap out of it. 

“Lyle, I-” you start to say but you’re not even sure how to respond. But to your luck, Lyle cannot physically restrain himself any longer. You’d have to hit him to make it clear you’re saying no, but you won’t. Perhaps he can help relieve this unbearable burning sensation that’s been agitating you for weeks between your legs. 

He is dragging you behind him and into the showers. Lyle isn’t rough with you, but his movements are hurried. You catch a glimpse of his erection almost piercing through his shorts and seeing Lyle so worked up for you has you wanting this too. 

His hands are on you once you reach the showers and he presses you up against a wall almost immediately. One of his hands reaches for the tap and he turns the shower on. It’s pleasantly warm. Both of you have your clothes on which are more torn apart than peeled off. 

Once you’re naked, Lyle groans and the sight makes him weak. He leans down to kiss you passionately, exploring your mouth with his tongue in a heated kiss before he just melts and buries his face in your chest. His arms hook under your thighs and he lifts you up to his height while your back slides against the slippery tiles of the wall behind you. There’s no time to say anything. Lyle just needs to be inside you. 

He is peppering your chest and neck with kisses in a way to almost distract you from his real intentions. He is gently yet desperately bucking his hips forward until his prodding tip finally finds your opening. Lyle knows he’s on thin ice here but with so little self-control left, his hips suddenly snap forward and his entire length is pushing open your walls. 

A string of curses leaves his lips while his face is hiding in the crook of your neck. He seems almost afraid to look up at you because a small part of him knows he should not be doing this. Especially not without talking it through with you first.

“I’m sorry-” he breathily whispers into your ear, but his movements continue. You can hear the guilt in his voice.

“Don’t be.” you answer before gasping when he bottoms out again. His ears twitch forward, wanting to hear all your noises.

Your heavy breathing, caressing hands and occasional moans filter the worries from his mind. 

“Fuck, you feel so good-” he breathes out. 

His mouth is hanging open and his hot breath is fanning against the side of your face while his hips sloppily thrust in and out of you. You’re eyes watch his thigh muscles flex and biceps strain. You can tell Lyle won’t last long and his mind is too clouded with lust to focus on anything but the pleasure he is feeling from you. So to help yourself a little, you slip your hand between both your bodies and start rubbing your clit. Just enough to have your hips pushing against his. 

He looks down as well, watching you play with yourself and it makes his rhythm falter for a few seconds. 

“Shit,” he swears, starting to fuck himself into you harder than before. It seems he likes the sight because he isn’t looking away. 

Your head gently lolls back against the wall and you decide to pull Lyle closer to you by wrapping your legs around his waist. With the next thrust, he pushes deeper into your pussy than before. A low growl leaves his lips and at this point, he is desperately chasing his release. 

Luckily, you’re not far from your high either. You arch your back off the wall, pressing yourself further against him. The new angle causes his abdomen to slide and nudge your clit with each thrust and you just open yourself to him as much as possible. 

Lyle’s hands are digging into your plush hips, holding you in place while he continues to ruthlessly pound himself into you. 

You feel your stomach tighten and your nails dig into the hard muscles of his strong shoulders. 

He is paying attention to your reactions and body language and somehow having your nails scrape the skin of his shoulders encourages him to keep the same pace but deepen his strokes. Lyle is rolling his hips against yours while continuing to pound into you. Slapping sounds of skin have already filled the room and muffled your small whines. 

Warm water is running down both your glistening bodies and you can occasionally feel each other’s muscles twitch after the workout session you’ve had. 

You’re eyelashes are soaked and your wavy hair has completely straightened in the water, resting on your back. 

Seeing you like this is a gift for Lyle. It feels oddly intimate to him and has him just holding your body closer to his. 

“Lyle-” you whisper, barely able to form words. But he knows exactly what you’re trying to say. He’s close too. 

With the next few thrusts, Lyle pushes you over the edge and into pure bliss. Your toes curl, your legs tighten around him, your mouth falls open, and your walls clench around his dick. It feels like you’re almost sucking him into you, not wanting to have him pull out until he’s filled you with his cum. 

Neither of you have discussed this. There’s been no time. But it’s too late now anyway. Lyle’s hips stutter and with one last thrust, he buries himself balls-deep inside your pulsating cunt before filling you with his hot ropes of cum. You moan his name, gasping when you feel exactly how much he’s filling you up. He’s definitely ejaculating more than the usual amount but you love the feeling. 

Your movements still and soon after you, Lyle stops desperately bucking his hips forward and stays inside you for a minute. You rest your forehead on his shoulder, trying to steady your breathing. Looking down again, you notice how some of his cum is oozing out of the sides because he’s pumped you completely full. 

After a minute of comfortable silence, Lyle sighs. 

“Sorry,” he starts, still seeming to feel too bad about himself to look into your eyes. “I know I shouldn’t have-”

“Lyle, don’t worry about it. You feel better now?” you ask and he nods against your skin. “Me too.” You add.

He looks up at you now and receives a faint smile. He returns it, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before slowly pulling out and placing you back on the ground. His cum was now dripping down your legs uncontrollably which reminded him of his other mistake.

“I shouldn’t have done that though.” he says, motioning to the mess he made. “We didn’t decide on that and I’m sorry.” Lyle adds. Yeah, that is another issue. 

“It’s not a big deal.” you reply, waving it off. “Even if I get pregnant, I highly doubt I’ll be alive long enough for it to be visible.” 

His ears droop to the sides. Not that he wanted you pregnant but he hated when you or others would say things like this. Even if he knew you’re most likely right.

“Besides, I don’t think the lab made the female Avatars fertile. So it’s fine.” you add, remembering them telling you that while you were still human. There was no point in it being that way, so they decided to just have you not grow any reproductive organs. At least not functioning ones. But it seems you can still have a sex life that way so you’re really not complaining.

Lyle seems hesitant about letting you go so he helps you clean up in the shower which you appreciate. After that, you both get ready and dressed into clothes while talking and he brings you to your room before heading to his own. It was a sweet gesture. Something you thought would be a one-time-only thing.

Of course, one can’t forget that you weren’t alone in the gym that night. Lopez had watched the two of you leave and also heard everything he needed, to know what was happening. You would think he would leave out of embarrassment, disgust, or annoyance but no. Lopez stayed to listen to you. 

He wasn’t necessarily jealous of Lyle for being able to have you to himself but he knew what he wanted now and it annoyed him that he wasn’t the one making you be that noisy. A desire for you grew in him and once the noise faded, he left the gym. 

With his devilish and malevolent character traits, Lopez didn’t keep the news to himself. He found Ja sitting at a table with Prager and Mansk. They seemed to be in a deep conversation and not far from them was Brown who was digging around in the fridge for some late-night snacks. 

They heard him burst through the doors and Lopez immediately sat down at their table, interrupting their conversation and bluntly saying “Lyle and Y/N are fucking in the showers.” 

That statement shut everyone up. There was a long moment of silence before Lopez cackled at their reactions. 

“Say what now?” Ja asks in disbelief and Lopez grins at him. 

“Lyle dragged Y/N to the showers.” he said. 

“Does she need help?” Prager asks almost getting up, not sure whether you’re voluntarily in there. 

“No, you idiot.” Lopez hisses, motioning for him to sit down again. By now, Brown overheard the conversation and quickly returned to the table.

“You saw ‘em?” Brown asks and Lopez shakes his head. 

“Saw them leave. But I heard her.” he grins again. Ja smirks at the thought while the others stay quiet. At least Prager and Mansk have the decency and respect to not act like morons. 

“She seems to have it as bad as us.” Lopez says, letting his words sink into the silence of the table for everyone to process. 

“Stop fuckin’ around and let ‘er be.” Mansk says in your defence, not liking the way they’re talking about you. 

Lopez frowns at his words. “Hey, don’t get all protective and shit.”

Mansk’s ears tip back in agitation but he chooses to stay silent. Not because he doesn’t want to oppose Lopez, but because it’s not always necessary to use words. 

“Either way, I’m goin’ next.” Lopez adds and Ja scoffs. 

“You think she’d let your dumbass?” Ja asks, raising an eyebrow. 

“Wait until that fucking heat cycle hits.” Brown adds, placing his drink on the table. 

They were told about that before you all got your Avatars. No one spoke about it before but it seems that they have all thought about it a lot. 

“She’ll be a bitch in heat.” Lopez grins, flashing his fangs. That really gets on Mansk’s nerves. 

“Quit talkin’ about her like that. She’s one of us, so treat ‘er like it.” Mansk growls. 

“I was just joking.” Lopez says. His grin turns into a smirk and he glances at Ja again. “Wouldn’t treat her like one.”

“Unless she’s into that shit.” Ja chuckles. 

Lopez continues to defend himself. “Hey, to her? I’d be the nicest out of all of you.” 

Prager scoffs. “Yeah right.”

“I’m serious. She’s fuckin’ precious.” Lopez adds, trying to convince him. 

At that moment, Lyle relaxedly walks into the room with a towel over his shoulder. He spots his teammates and makes his way to their table. 

“You lucky son of a bitch.” Brown snarls, crossing his arms over his chest while watching the Corporal. 

Lyle stops in his steps, a foot from the table, staring at him. As if he weren’t sure whether Brown meant what he feared he did and if he knew, how?

“How the fuck do you know?” Lyle asks, not even bothering to try and keep what just happened between you two discreet. 

“You didn’t even try to sneak away.” Lopez says, grinning up at him. 

Lyle sighs, running a hand over his face to deal with the fact that all his friends know what happened between you and him. Not that he was ashamed, far from it, he just wanted to keep it to himself. He wanted to keep you to himself.

“Asshole.” Lyle murmurs, glancing at Lopez. 

“How was it?” Ja asks, nudging his shoulder playfully.

Lyle stares at him, not sure whether he wants to share it with everyone but then he is reminded again of you, what you looked like, and what you felt like. 

He scoffs, smiling to himself. “Fuckin’ heaven.”

“That’s it?” Brown asks and Mansk shoots him a glare. 

“I’m not tellin’ you the details, idiot. It’s between her and me.” Lyle says, standing up for you. He wasn’t about to expose you to them. The moment was special to him. 

“If you wanna know so bad, go to her and find out.” Lyle mumbles, speaking before thinking. As soon as they leave his mouth, he regrets saying that. It causes a few minutes of silence before Lopez gets up. 

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” he says, wanting to walk away but Lyle gets up immediately after him and blocks his path. 

Lopez isn’t scared. He often likes to wind up his teammates and cause fights. So he cocks an eyebrow in a challenging manner. 

“She’s fuckin’ sleepin’ and you’re gonna let ‘er rest.” Lyle growls, seeming very irritated now. 

Lopez smirks at him, taking note of how protective he is being. 

“Just cause she let you on her once doesn’t mean she’s yours.” he seethes, squaring off with Lyle. 

“You’re turn’s over, buddy. I’m next.” Lopez adds, staring him down before walking away to his own room. 

Once the door closes behind him Lyle huffs in annoyance and sits back down. 

“He ain’t wrong, you know?” Brown says, taking his things and returning them to the fridge. No one says anything after that, everyone goes their own way.

The next few days you noticed the other recom’s behaviour change. Not drastically, but you can feel it. Lopez suddenly acted very differently towards you. 

Oftentimes, he would just hang around you and keep you sucked into your conversation. Then there were times when he would invade your personal space but he never talked about it. He made it seem innocent as if it were normal. So you brushed it off because you didn’t want to bring it up. It didn’t bother you, it was just new. 

While you were getting food, Lopez would stand right next to you so that your shoulders were touching even though you both had so much space. One day, you were fixing the engine of one of the helicopters and he stood himself right behind you, stretching his arms forward so that he was caging you in while pretending to help you even though you knew what you were doing. When he did this, you’re face would go red and you would look away. You didn’t understand.

Lyle and the others did and they were always watching his interactions with you. At one point, Lyle told him off for it but Lopez shrugged it off as if it were normal. 

When you were testing new weapons, Lopez decided to once again hold you from behind because he said he was helping you with your form and aim. It didn’t really make sense because your stance and shooting was better than his. He didn’t have the authority to help. If anyone should have been giving you tips, it should be Mansk. This was his area of expertise. 

Luckily Mansk was there and he was very clearly not happy with what was happening in front of him. Within seconds of Lopez standing too close to you again, Mansk grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him right off of you. Lopez stumbled back, starting to argue with him but Mansk told him off and made him leave. You haven’t seen Mansk so angry before. It made you wonder why that suddenly got under his skin.

He huffed in annoyance before turning to you. 

“Sorry about that, you’re form is fine. Keep goin’.” he said and you nodded, practising your aim before taking apart the gun while he watched. 

“Thanks, by the way.” You said, glancing at him shortly before facing the front again. His ears are released from being strained back and perk forward. 

“I don’t know why he does that.” you say, rolling your shoulder before firing a bullet at the target. 

Mansk frowns again at the thought of Lopez. 

“You don’t need to let him. He shouldn’t be doin’ that.” 

“Yeah…” you sigh, lowering your gun and reloading it. “It just seems harmless. I don’t want to make a big deal of it.” 

Out of your view, Mansk scoffs to himself knowing very well that Lopez’s intentions are not harmless. He knows what he wants and somehow, Mansk wants to prevent Lopez from getting to you. 

“Trust me, it’s not.” he replies. You listen, staying quiet for a few moments before shrugging it off and continuing. Mansk sighs, looking at the ground before unfolding his crossed arms and stepping forward to you. 

He stands next to you, scanning your body to see if you’re standing like you are supposed to. His eyes catch a small mistake. He gently taps your elbow, making you stop for a second before you stretch it and correct yourself. ‘Don’t bend elbows, got it.’ you think. 

“There, now it’s good.” he says with a small smile before his expression returns to its usual blank state. You nod, smiling back. 

Somehow, his touch felt comforting. Mansk never pushed you. He would test you, but never interfere with what you were doing. He let you work and only intervened when it was necessary. Something about him being so respectful and gentle with you made butterflies erupt in your stomach, but you dared not to react. Then again, he was often cold and quiet, so you found it quite difficult to read him. There were times when you weren’t even sure if he liked you in a normal friendly way, but seeing him look out for you like he did today managed to change your mind. 

But Lopez didn’t give up. He was needy and he used his knowledge of knowing your body was difficult to deal with, to his advantage. You get affected by hormones and other’s scents a lot easier now. 

One evening, Lopez escorted you back to your room. He didn’t have to, you were fine but he did anyway. You still liked him. He did seem to be clingy often but you blamed it on his struggles to adapt to his Avatar. In reality, that was a part of the problem too. Just like Lyle had struggled with his. 

He stopped at your door, watching you unlock it. When you opened it you turned the lights on before facing him again. Something in the way he looked at you had changed. He was leaning against the frame of your doorway and intensely staring into your wide eyes. 

Being around you so much made him feel addicted to your scent. Your sweet scent drove him feral at times and made it difficult for him to concentrate on work. He knew exactly where it was strongest on your body and the lust in his eyes betrayed him that evening. You noticed his state and instinctively seemed to know what was happening. 

“Can I come in?” he asks. This time, he isn’t pushy or urging you to do anything. Lopez sounds genuine and if you heard correctly, perhaps even a little sad. 

“Please,” he softly adds. As if he suddenly realised how badly he’s been behaving to you. It made him feel guilty for taking advantage of your kind heart because you never told him off for it. He wanted to apologise but then again, he was really struggling to fight off his arousal. It did seem to upset him but he just needed you to answer, in case there was a chance you would still let him be near you after all that. 

You take a few moments to think about it before stepping aside and opening the door wider. Watching his eyes light up in surprise has you feeling confident you made the right choice. He was an asshole at times but never directly to you. 

Lopez warily walked inside, being ready to leave in case you abruptly changed your mind but you didn’t. You closed the door behind him and he looked at you, watching your behaviour to make sure he wasn’t overstepping your boundaries anymore. This time, you decided to initiate the first step, walking forward and gently raising your hand to pull his head down towards you. He melted against your touch. That was what he needed; you to make the first step. Now he knew he had your consent so he didn’t have to torture himself with waiting anymore. 

That night, neither of you got much sleep. His harsh thrusts kept you awake. You noticed Lopez was trying to extend his and your pleasure until you both broke and it worked. The forced orgasm denial drove you both to just be rougher and finally, he let you cum with him. 

He gave you the necessary aftercare, laying in bed with you for a while after you both finished. He did care for you, but both of you just needed to release some tension. That’s all it was. You kissed once. The rest was just pure sex. There wasn’t anything romantic about it but you didn’t mind. You didn’t want that with him. He’s your friend. 

But Lopez left after a while, knowing you’d both get in trouble if he would be seen leaving your room in the morning. Again, you didn’t mind. You like him, but not in the way that you would want to cuddle and sleep in the same bed as him. 

Now, do you think that Lopez kept his mouth shut after that evening with you?

Do you?

Do you really?

No, of course not. Why would he? The next day already he was bragging to Brown and Ja about it. 

Lyle saw him cackling and Lopez seemed happier than usual. Too happy for Lyle’s liking. So he went closer, pretending to busy himself with anything else while listening to what they were saying. 

“No way. She let you?” Ja asked. Lyle frowned, continuing to eavesdrop on his colleagues. 

“Yeah. Wait, why are you surprised?” Lopez replied taking offence and nudging Ja’s chest,  making him stumble a step back. 

“Just thought Y/N had higher standards.” Brown chuckled. 

“Yeah, high enough to not let you pass.” Lopez argued. Insults got under his skin very easily. 

“We’ll see.” Brown grins, walking away. 

Lyle is pissed off now too. No way did Lopez lay hands on you. He didn’t want to believe it but then again, it was out of his hands. In a way, he wished he could have been the only one to experience you in that way, but it’s not up to him. To Lyle, you’re still out of his league in his eyes. If what they said was true then he knows you’re just doing it for shits and giggles. There’s nothing romantic behind it and now, it doesn’t seem to bother him anymore. Who can stop someone from having a little fun?

He walks away, shaking his head and sitting back down at his table with Mansk, Prager and Fike. 

“What?” Fike asks, noticing his friend has something on his mind. Mansk noticed it too but decided against pointing it out. 

“Lopez wasn’t messin’ around.” Lyle says, scoffing before taking a sip of his drink. 

“What do you mean?” Prager asks, dropping the spoon of his soup to listen. 

“He actually managed to somehow persuade Y/N to sleep with him.” Lyle says in a casual manner. 

Fike laughs, glancing around the room to find Lopez still talking to Ja. “No way.”

Mansk’s ears have tipped back again. He stopped eating and his fingers tightened around the cutlery he was holding. His own eyes raised and found Lopez, glaring daggers into his back. Lopez seemed to feel the eyes on him, turning around and looking at Mansk before grinning evilly and turning back around. 

Mansk never had a problem with his teammate until now. He had to really fight off the urge to go up to him and punch him. His sudden craving for violence surprised him because this never happened. Mansk was only violent when it was required of him. 

Knowing that an idiot like Lopez had laid his filthy hands on your beautiful body had Mansk boiling with anger. The conversation on the table had faded from his hearing and all he could hear was his thoughts and the clock ticking in the background. Without any hesitation, he got up, leaving his food behind and leaving the room. His friends watched him but didn’t say anything because he left calmly. Mansk doesn’t storm out of rooms, his temper is too good for that. 

A week went by now and you have received numerous visits from other recoms. Brown invited you to his room, saying he thinks he found something of yours. Once you entered and asked what it was, he seemed confused that you hadn’t caught on to the fairly obvious request he had. He didn’t actually have anything of yours in his room.

You weren’t used to this. All the sudden attention from everyone. Well not everyone, but many recoms. 

You asked him why he didn’t go and ask Zdinarsk or Walker to help him, but Brown just raised his eyebrow and gave you the ‘Are you serious?’ look. 

“Not to be rude, but you’re the hottest one here. I’d rather just bear through it than ask them.” Brown says. You know that Walker and Z-Dog would probably just laugh at him, just like they would laugh at all the others. It did seem like he was taking advantage of your willingness to help. 

“So I’m your only option?” You ask, not seeming convinced. 

“No, Y/N you’re not an option. I’ve fuckin’ dreamed of you like this.” he says, trying to emphasize how bad he has it for you. Brown wasn’t being rude or pushy either. He spoke his words with humour. 

You decided to help Brown. I mean, why let him suffer? What do you have to lose? It won’t hurt either of you and you usually get a kick out of it. 

By the end of the week, just over half the team had been at your door, begging for you to help them out the way you helped the others. It was almost becoming a routine. One you would never get used to. 

But one night, you lay in bed and looked down at yourself, suddenly feeling upset. You felt a little used, but not neglected. Lyle, Lopez, Brown, Ja, and Prager all made sure to show you how much they cared for you. But you were not used to doing something so intimate with someone you didn’t have romantic feelings for.

You also had them all cum outside of you, just to make sure the chances of becoming a mother were being minimised.

At first, it seemed funny to you, but now it confused you. The tough girl you are, you just shrugged it off and went to sleep. They were all nice to you and took care of you when you were done. Not a single soldier just left you afterwards. But something about it still left your heart feeling empty. 

To deal with your worries, you decided to try Ja’s strategy and fuck them away. You’re not sure if that will work. 

The training routines continued and you were told to spend more time practicing your firearm skills. Those were Quaritch’s orders. You need Mansk to help you out with that. 

You’re weekly sessions with him were thereby doubled and Mansk started showing you everything you needed to know about your weapons and their handling. It started off really well. He explained everything to you and you seemed to almost instantly understand. You cherished the small moments with him, like when he would hold your arm to keep your aim straight or when he would readjust your hands with his so that you would be holding the gun straight. 

It just so happened to be that Mansk became your comfort person. He was your safe space and you looked forward to seeing him. Of course, you didn’t tell him that. He still intimidated you but there were rare occasions when his stern stare would falter and his expression would soften. You noted this only happened with you and it made your heart race. But you were basically a professional when it came to jumping to conclusions, so you decided to lay low. 

Today was another day you would spend mostly with Mansk. Every recom had their area of expertise. Guns and firearms were his. 

You were sitting next to each other and Mansk was watching you disassemble your weapon. You have to know what it’s made of, how it’s built and how to put it together and take it apart to be able to properly use it. 

The first few bits came off and within a minute, you had taken apart the entire assault rifle. Now you just had to put it all together again. Mansk was intently watching your movements, staying silent to let you concentrate. You started to realise that the quietness of his presence was comfortable and perhaps even the opposite of awkward. 

But today you were having a bad day. You’re worries and occasional self-consciousness were infecting your thoughts, so you had a hard time focusing and remembering what to do. Mansk noticed you become unsure of what you were doing so he gave you the next piece, to help you out. You flashed him a small smile before putting it on but it just kept repeating. Your hands started trembling so you rested them on your lap to prevent him from seeing. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t do it.” you groan, wiping your hand over your face before covering your mouth to hide a small yawn. 

“Hey, you managed last time. Try again.” Mansk says, taking your hand to show you how to hold it properly before letting you do your thing. You look down at all the remaining pieces and pick up the wrong one, trying to fit it on but it won’t work. 

You sigh, once again dropping your hands in defeat. It’s becoming frustrating but you know it’s because you can’t concentrate. In an attempt to ground yourself in reality and away from your thoughts, your body starts to tip sideways and your head nudges Mansk’s shoulder. He stays still for a few seconds before softly peering down at you. Your half-lidded eyes and droopy ears give your current state away. 

“Didn’t sleep much?” he asks with a small chuckle. He thought it might help you lighten up and have you return to your good mood but your body just tensed. You lift your tired head from his strong shoulder, looking at him to see whether you heard him right. 

He gets up, slowly taking the bits and pieces from your hands. You watch him closely while your thoughts run wild. ‘Does he know?’ ‘Did they tell him?’. 

He flashes you a knowing smirk before turning around to put away the half-finished weapon. Mansk didn’t have bad intentions. Yes, he knew what you and his friends were doing but he didn’t think badly of you. To Mansk, you were still you. The girl he would quietly admire from afar and protect when it was necessary. It’s out of his comfort zone to act on his feelings. But there is more to him than to the other recoms. Mansk genuinely likes you. 

Yep, he knows. Your heart sinks and suddenly, you feel dirty, ashamed and embarrassed. You like Mansk and think that he must think badly of you know. I mean, how could he not? You’ve basically fucked all his friends. It makes you feel like a slut. Someone never to be taken seriously again.

He turns to face you again with a faint smile on his face, wanting to show you that he finished putting your gun back together again but he doesn’t see you smiling or laughing. 

You’re still sitting where you were, but you’re body seemed to be cramped closer together. He noticed your head hung low and your hand was covering your face while your ears were pinned back and your body trembled with uneven inhales and sobs. 

He immediately regretted his actions and choice of words. The gun was put back and he slowly neared you again, thinking of what to do. He couldn’t believe that he made you cry and god, he resented himself for it. Seeing you so fragile and upset made his heart ache. 

“Y/N, I-” he starts to say but you shake your head. 

“I’m sorry,” you sob, still refusing to look at him. 

Mansk can see your tears drop down on your thighs, staining the fabric of your pants. His ears perk at your words. 

“What for? I’m the one that hurt you.” he says, running a hand over his head. Never has he regretted something in his life as much as now.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, Mansk.” You sob, referring to your hook-up sessions with the others. 

He lets you speak, in case there is something you want to get off your chest. To somehow help you, he takes a seat next to you again, but he isn’t sure whether it will do much because he is the one who made you cry in the first place. 

“I just feel so stupid and slutty for doing all that.” you manage to push the words out through trembling lips. You don’t know why you’re telling him, but it doesn’t feel wrong. Mansk wouldn’t go and share this with others. He prefers to keep things to himself. 

“I am stupid for whining about it now.” you add.

His eyes are saddened at the thought of you hating yourself. He wishes you could see what you look like in his eyes. 

“Don’t say that.” he says. His voice is soft and comforting now. It almost feels like a blanket just wraps itself around you and protects you when he speaks. 

You sigh before looking up at him. Mansk looks guilty and disappointed in himself which makes you feel bad for falling apart in front of him. You didn’t want him blaming himself for your mental instability. 

When he sees your red, glassy eyes, wettened eyelashes and tear-stained cheeks his shoulders slump in further disappointment and his ears droop. 

“Mansk, it’s not your fault. I needed to let it out for a while now.” You say softly. He doesn’t say anything, he just looks down and you can see he is in deep thought. His eyebrows are furrowed and his tail is unnaturally still. 

To somehow help him, you lean against him again, this time fully relaxing against his side. Mansk doesn’t relax, his body tenses at the physical contact. Something you both exchange very rarely. 

“I didn’t want to cry in front of anyone else. Or alone.” You say, wrapping your arms around his larger one while you both sit in silence next to one another. After a minute, you feel Mansk’s tension slowly fade until you’re both comfortable. 

It’s not that he doesn’t want to touch you, he does. He just isn’t used to it, especially not from someone he really likes, like you. Mansk doesn’t see why or how you could like him, but he won’t push you away when you look so comfortable and calm with him. It does something to him. Deep inside, it seems to bring some life to his cold and neglected heart. 

“Thank you.” You whisper after a while. He looks down at you, wondering what you mean. You can feel his confusion and it makes you smile, so you look up to meet his gaze. 

“For being you. I needed this.” you say. 

He’s still staring down at you with widened eyes, but his gaze shifts from confusion to adoration and you can see it. 

You know that Mansk is a confident person but he is unsure of himself when it comes to him as a person. To make him understand you, you decide to just phrase it as boldly as possible.

“I like spending time with you. You make me feel safe.” you say. You’re words grow softer and almost break into a whisper before you look down again and lean your head against his bicep. 

Meanwhile, Mansk’s heart has now sprung to life and is racing. He can’t believe what you just said. You like being with him? It’s something he can’t really understand, but he knows you aren’t lying. Hearing those words makes him feel a sense of pride in his chest because he knows very well that you didn’t say anything along those lines to the others. You feel like this just around him. This moment will forever be remembered by him and he will use it to calm himself and make himself feel better whenever necessary. 

Mansk was able to smell the faint scent of another recom on you now and before. He wasn’t angry but he hated that they had still tainted you like this. It weakened your sweet scent which he looked forward to feeling every day. But again, now you were with him, not them.

After another few minutes of just relaxing in each other’s presence, your eyes meet the clock and you realise how late it is. 

“It’s getting late.” You say, slowly unwrapping your arms from his one. The loss of your body warmth makes him long for it now. “I should go.” 

He nods, watching you slowly get up. 

“Thanks again, Manks.” You smile at him, grabbing your vest before walking to the door. “Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight.” he replies, watching you close the door behind you and leave. Now that you were gone, he realised he found your presence comforting too. You both equally muted each other's negative thoughts. Like it was meant to be. 

The next day, Quaritch cancelled your time in the weaponry room with Mansk and told you to join Lopez, Ja, and Fike in regular training. You weren’t going to disobey his orders so you went. 

It was tough, not only pushing through all the physical work but also dealing with the teasing, especially Ja and Lopez put you through. 

When you were doing push-ups, Lopez sat himself in front of you and kept trying to fluster you with praise and pet names. 

“Just like that, good job, babygirl.” he grinned, watching your concentration falter and break. 

“Shut up.” you breathe out, trying to reach your goal. 

“Come on you’re so close, don’t stop now.” he coos and you groan out in frustration, trying to stay composed. After your pleasant interaction with Mansk, nothing anyone did really got to you anymore. A week or two ago, this would have made you a blushing mess. But now, Lopez seemed to just get on your nerves. You still liked him as a friend, but he was also the type of friend who could use an occasional punch to the face. 

Mansk walked past the gym with Lyle and the Colonel. Quaritch was telling them about the mission and they all paused to look at the four of you work out. It was pretty clear that you and Fike were the only ones really doing much. Lopez and Ja were constantly hanging around you. 

Mansk automatically searched for you and his ears tipped back in irritation when he saw them hanging around you. Lopez had his typical grin on his face and Ja seemed too amused for his liking. They were both watching you struggle and he could see that they were commenting on what you were doing. His eyes also caught on to the way you glared at them, which made him want to go in there and remove them from the room to leave you in peace. But it wasn’t up to him. 

Luckily, Quaritch spotted their little game too and opened the large gym door, barking orders at them. 

“If I don’t see the two of you as tired and hard-workin’ as Y/N I’ll assign you to hard labour and night watch.” The Colonel threatens, making Lopez and Ja jump up and straighten their posture. 

You freeze, looking over your shoulder while holding yourself in your one-arm-push-up position, before smiling and continuing. Mansk smirks, watching you perfect your form during your workout and Lyle chuckles before they walk away again. 

That evening, Mansk decides he wants to do something nice for you. You have to put up with morons like Ja and Lopez all day and you’re expected to be fine. Manks knows it must wear you out, so he wants you to end your second bad day nicely. 

You’re in your room, hair still damp from your shower while you flick through one of your old books. It’s already an hour past dinner and you’re in you’re sitting in your large sleep t-shirt and loose shorts.  Suddenly, your head jolts up and your ears perk forward when you hear a knock on your door. You freeze and your heart drops for a few seconds. What if it’s someone asking you to ‘help’ them again? You wish you had a peephole.

Either way, even if it is, you don’t have to agree. You felt bad to reject them before but now, you feel more confident to just say no. You don’t feel like hooking up with someone you barely know or don’t have any intimate feelings for anymore. It’s not what you like. 

A wave of sudden confidence surges through you and you put your book on your nightstand before getting up and reaching for the doorknob. Opening it, you don’t even look at the person’s face before starting to speak. 

“I’m not doing this anymore. You can leave n-” you say but your words catch in your throat when you see Mansk. 

He looks slightly confused and you quickly correct yourself. 

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know it was you. I thought maybe-” you start to stutter, before sighing and facepalming your forehead. ‘Great job at reminding him of your slutty behaviour.’ you think.

Mansk smiles to himself, catching on to your thought process and feeling pleased you were ready to decline anyone else. 

“Evenin’.” he says in a cocky manner, stretching his smile into a one-sided smirk. 

“Hey, is everything alright? I was-” You start to blabber but your words get caught in your throat once you lower your gaze to his middle. Mansk is holding a bouquet of flowers. Beautiful red ones. You’re eyes go wide and you look back up at him, wanting to hear an explanation. 

Your reaction seems to amuse him. 

“Yeah, I got you flowers. Figured after all you’re goin’ through, it’s the least I can do.” he says, handing them to you. 

Your eyes flicker between the flowers and his eyes as if asking him whether he is serious. Once he hands them to you, you continue to admire them before smiling up at him in a way he’s never seen you smile.  You feel tears sting the corners of your eyes and the tip of your nose. 

No one has ever gotten you flowers before. No man at least. Not in this way. 

“Thank you.” You say. Your voice has grown softer and quieter while you digest that you have received flowers from Mansk. You don’t know where he could have possibly gotten them from. Perhaps he picked them because you definitely can’t get any from a flower shop here. But either way, this small action warmed the core of your heart. 

“You deserve ‘em. Better ones probably, but those were the only ones I could find.” he says, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. It seems as though this is the first time he is doing this too. 

“No, they’re beautiful. I love them.” You say with the biggest smile stretching across your face. One that tells Mansk he did good and that the flowers were good enough for you. 

You don’t want to dismiss him. Especially not after this kind gesture. You also happen to miss his presence ever since the Colonel cut your sessions with him. 

“Would you like to come inside?” You ask, stepping aside and pushing your door open a little further. 

God, yes does Mansk want to. But he’s afraid of overstepping your boundaries. He’s even more afraid of you thinking that he is after what the other recoms are. Which is your body. Mansk sees you for who you are. You mean more to him. 

“If you don’t mind.” he says, not moving until you reassure him it’s okay with you one more time. 

“Not at all.” You smile again, making way for him. Mansk decides to step out of his comfort zone a little and be a little more forward than usual. Staying quiet and ignoring his feelings hasn’t really gotten him anywhere. Now, he might have a chance with you and he will do anything to not mess it up. 

He enters your room. It’s not anything special. All of your rooms look alike. You’re not allowed to excessively decorate them either, so there isn’t much looking to do. Less distractions mean he can spend more time admiring you. 

You close the door behind both of you and walk over to your table to put the flowers in a glass of water. The RDA doesn’t provide you with vases so this will have to do. Then you go to your bed to sit on it. There isn’t anywhere else one can sit except for the ground. Glancing up at Mansk you pat the spot next to you, silently asking him to join you. Mansk listens. 

The bed dips under his weight and once again, you find yourself silently admiring him. He’s so big. Not the buffest, but you preferred it this way. Extreme amounts of muscle often even scare you. Mansk is lean, built and tall. His torso carries most of his weight and you love how his chest and arms often make normal shirts and clothes look a size too small. But before he can notice your lingering eyes, you look away and ahead of you. 

“Did Lopez and Ja get night watch?” Mansk chuckles, hoping to break the ice with a small joke. He’s expecting you to say no. 

“Yeah.” you say with a scoff when you remember their stupid games. 

Mansk’s smile is wiped off his face. “Really?” he asks, wondering what else they had done to receive punishment.

“Mhm.” You nod, straightening your posture before sighing. “Lopez tried to do push-ups above me.” 

Mansk’s ears instantly tip back as he pictures Lopez climbing on top of your body to further annoy you. 

“It didn’t work.” you snort, shaking your head. Mansk looks back down at you. God, you’re so innocent in a way that is has his heart melting for you. You probably don’t even realise that most of the things they do are meant to be sexually aggravating. While thinking of what those two idiots put you through again, Mansk suddenly picks up a vague scent. Once again it isn’t yours. It hints to Lopez and it just winds Mansk up. There is nothing he hates more than the way they stain and pollute you with their smell.

“Sorry if I made you uncomfortable the other day. I didn’t mean to.” You say, reminding him of the way you basically hugged his right arm. It brings Mansk back to reality, making him pause his violent thoughts. 

He turns his head down to look at you. “You didn’t.” he reassures you. His voice once again calms all your nerves. “It was nice.” 

Your ears perk up at his words and your tail swishes against the mattress while you peer up at him. 

Seeing how beautiful and relaxed you look drives him to further express himself. Something, Mansk never does. 

“You’re nice.” he softly says, watching how your beautiful, glassy eyes widen in surprise. 

You’re at a loss for words. The next few moments you just gaze into each other's eyes. Mansk doesn’t want to move too fast because he is still worried you will think he just wants a quick hook-up. He wants you, all of you, but it’s up to you to initiate the first steps. Just so that he knows you’re comfortable for sure. 

You sigh, dropping your head into your palm. 

“You’re making me feel too special. I’m not used to this.” you say with a soft chuckle. He notices a small blush appear on your cheeks and it makes him smile. If he really has that effect on you then Mansk is the happiest man on this planet. 

“Then I’ll make you get used to it.” he smiles with a soft laugh. 

“How do you like me?” You ask, seeming self-conscious of yourself as well. “I slept with all your friends, I mean. Who does that?”

He notices you get nervous and he knows he has to step in before you get upset again. 

“Y/N, it doesn’t bother me.” he says, turning to you so that his body is now fully facing you. “Y/N.” he repeats, gently touching your shoulder in hopes of persuading you to look up at him. 

“I don’t care about that.” he says and you gulp, leaning your body into the touch of his large, warm hand. 

Mansk isn’t lying. Sure, he would get annoyed at their attitude towards you and he hated that they used you, but it didn’t make him think any less of you. Your actions didn’t bother him about you because he knew they weren’t ever intimate in a romantic way with you. He knows he is the only person seeing you this relaxed and comforted because apparently, he makes you feel like you can open up to him. That’s what he cares about and it prides him greatly. 

“I love you.” you suddenly blurt out. Your words surprise you both equally but they brighten Mansk’s expression. 

“Sorry-” you quickly say, cursing to yourself. “I got carried away and-” 

“Say it again.” he asks. His voice is so faint one could count it as a whisper. You stare at him for a few long seconds before slowly repeating yourself.

“I love you.” you say, knowing there is no going back now. You’re in too deep. The blush on your face just darkens and Mansk smiles to himself before looking away. You watch him, confused about his reaction. 

He’s staring at the door in front of the two of you, not moving a muscle. You don’t do anything because he seems to be in deep thought. While a small part of you fears rejection, something tells you that’s not the road the two of you are going down. 

Mansk is digesting what you said to him. He’s never received proper affection and love in his life. It’s something very foreign to him which is why he is usually so cold and unbothered. 

You want to ask if he’s okay but then you notice how his eyes slowly become more and more shiny. He’s tearing up and seeing his soft side come to light warms your heart again. Mansk is finally opening up and letting his emotions out.

“Mansk,” you whisper and he blinks a few times to return to reality before his sad and tear-filled eyes meet you. The blinking caused a tear to run down his cheek. 

Usually, Mansk would have hated himself for breaking like this. In the mindset he was taught, a marine doesn’t break or become this fragile. If he ever felt the need to cry it was no more than three single tears and he was always alone. 

But oddly, he didn’t feel the need to hold them back in your presence. He wasn’t sure how you would react and he hoped you wouldn’t be thrown off by his sudden comfort.

“Mansk, it’s okay.” you coo softly, propping yourself up on your knees and gently cupping his face to wipe the tear away with your thumb. Meanwhile, his wide and glassy eyes just stare at you in complete adoration and love. Like a lost, neglected puppy that had just found its home. 

He doesn’t know what to do. He is just so in awe of you and how you treat him, it overwhelms him. 

You smile at him, gently cradling his head and he swears he’s never felt happier in his life. He feels so appreciated by you and he knows he’s in good hands to be able to let his guard down. 

So Mansk drops his head in defeat, finally for once letting his emotions beat him down and come out. Another tear runs down his face followed by a third. 

“Awh, Mansk. Come here.” You say, feeling bad that he seems to have such a hard time dealing with his feelings. At the same time, seeing him fold and melt like this makes you realise just how much you really love him. 

You move forward, deciding to take control here and sit in his lap. Almost instantly, his large, strong hands gently wrap around you, loosely hanging on your waist. You press yourself against him, resting your chin on his shoulder while he buries his face into yours. He finds great comfort in your soft and warm body. A few more silent tears wet your shirt but you don’t mind. You continue to hold Mansk in your arms and slowly rub soothing circles on his back while he focuses on gathering himself again. 

After a few minutes, his breathing is calm and slow and he’s inhaling your scent. Well, you’re mixed scent but he is trying to just focus on yours. It helps him a great deal. 

“I love you.” he whispers, lifting his head so that his breath fans against your neck. It sends a shiver down your spine and Mansk spots the goosebumps appear just under your ear. It stirs a form of excitement in his stomach. 

“You’re the best thing in my life.” he mumbles, before killing the small silence with a single sniffle.

You wish he had better things than you, but you decide to accept the compliment and leave this conversation for another occasion.

You smile, before lifting your head and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. It warms Mansk’s heart and he is once again getting lost in your eyes before his flicker down to your lips. He needs you to initiate it. Mansk doesn’t trust himself.

You do the same, slowly leaning a little closer to see whether you both want the same thing. His eyes now focus on your lips until your nose brushes against his. You’re not sure whether you should kiss him because your relationship with him has become so special, you likewise don’t want to ruin it. His large arms around you tighten just a little and it convinces you to go for it. You press your lips against his, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment of the kiss. 

Mansk holds you close to him, instantly kissing back. Just like that, all his problems seem to fade. You eliminate all the negativity in his life. 

The kiss starts off soft and affectionate. Both of you take your time because you don’t have anywhere to be. It’s late in the evening, so very few people are awake. 

But after a while, you notice Mansk doesn’t let you go. You stay seated in his lap, running your fingers through his short and thick hair while cradling the back of his head with your free hand. Neither of you want this to end. You haven’t felt so serene and happy in a long time. 

The small kiss turns into a heavy make-out session. Both of you long for touch and close physical contact. Especially Mansk who has deprived himself of it for years. 

You pull away to refill your lungs with air but it seems Mansk doesn’t feel the need to. He continues to almost worship you, peppering soft kisses down your jaw and to your neck. If he would pick up any sign of concern or discomfort from you, he would stop, but you tilt your head to the sign and once again lean into him. It makes him smile against your skin before he gently uses his teeth, dragging his fang along the side of your neck. 

You sigh at the pleasant feeling of having him so close to you. It’s more than you could ask for. 

He places a small kiss on top of the area of skin he just nibbled before slowly pulling back to look at you. 

You look so relaxed it’s beautiful. He usually only sees you during the day which is when you’re stressed, pumped full of adrenaline or just neutral.

“You smell nice.” you mumble, resting your head on his shoulder and softly inhaling. He takes your words to heart and wants to say the same when he remembers that you don’t smell like you. 

“You-” he says before stopping. You wait for him to finish his sentence but he doesn’t so you pull away again to meet his gaze.

His eyes avert from yours, down to your shirt. Your nipples are vaguely visible through the fabric. It’s a beautiful sight to him, but the moment is being ruined by the invasive scent that has attached itself to the shirt. 

“Is everything okay?” You ask, wondering what is going through his head. 

His fingertips caress your shirt and he takes the hem of it between his finger and thumb, gently rolling the fabric. 

“I smell them on you.” he says and you notice how his eyes seem to have suddenly grown darker again. His ears once again tip back. You’re not sure whether you should apologise or be embarrassed. Maybe both. 

“Sorr-”

“Ruinin’ you’re pretty scent.” he mumbles. Mansk’s instincts interpret this as a threat. Someone else has scented you other than him and he naturally feels the need to replace it with his own. 

Somehow, his sudden mood change really turns you on. He seems possessive and protective of you and you really want nothing more than to be his. Right now, that’s all you ask. 

But he holds back again. He isn’t sure whether you would be okay with letting something as intimate as this happen between the two of you. Sure you’ve hooked up with the others before but the fact that he could still smell them on you or mainly on your clothes was unintentional. 

He is still examining your shirt and a low growl leaves his lips. You feel the soft vibrations in your hands and it sends excitement straight to your core. 

It’s as if you can suddenly read his mind. As if you know that he doesn’t want to rush things with you because he’s afraid of scaring you off. 

“Mansk-” you say, and your voice comes out barely above a whisper. 

He tears his eyes from your shirt to you. 

“I wanna be yours.” You say, staring at him with half-lidded eyes. You don’t care about being bold anymore. You want Mansk to stop holding back. You need him to know how much you want him. 

He seems to immediately catch on to what you’re saying, and his eyes widen and his ears perk forward. 

“Really?” He asks and you smile, noticing he is more verbal than usual. 

“Yes, please. Make me yours, Mansk.” You breathe out, shifting closer to him on his lap. “I don’t wanna be theirs.” 

You recall Brown teasing you that you smell like him and Ja which made them laugh. You didn’t want to but at the time you didn’t believe what they were saying. 

“Fuck.” he mutters under his breath before pulling your head to his and once again connecting your lips. Only this time, he is rougher. 

You know he is gentle with you but if this is what he is like when he’s worked up, then let’s sign you the fuck up!

You kiss back, pressing your chest against his. His large hands run over your back, down to your hips until they reach the edge of your shirt. He lets his hands slide up and under the fabric, just so that he can grab your hips and pull them against him. You smile in the kiss, finding his carefulness amusing so you pull away momentarily to pull your shirt over your head. He watches you with wide eyes and the second your upper body is bare in front of him, Mansk just loses himself. He’s so in love with you that he can’t even express it through words. He’s desperate to show you and make you feel how much you mean to him. 

“God- you’re so beautiful.” he breathes out, just admiring you. His hands fall from your hips as if he were afraid of ruining the sight by touching you. 

You give him a soft smile before you reach for his shirt. 

“Can I?” you ask and he nods, suddenly feeling very warm. When you remove his shirt, a small blush appears on his cheeks and he seems flustered. 

“Such a pretty boy.” you coo, running your warm hands over his chest and middle section. He exhales softly, letting his eyes close for a few seconds so that he can focus on the pleasant feeling of your touch. 

You press your forehead against his, running your hand over the back of his head once more before you feel the base of his queue. Mansk’s eyes open and gaze at you again. Your own queue is already hanging over your shoulder and he looks at it before looking back at you.

You give him a confirming smile so he raises his hand to gently reach for your queue while pulling his own one over his shoulder. 

You both watch the small thread-like tentacles move at the tips of your braids. Mansk is more confident now because his anger for Lopez and Ja is still present. He wants to claim you in every way possible, so seeing his soft side fade isn’t a surprise. 

“This’ll show ‘em.” he says, glancing up at you once more to make sure you aren’t objecting before connecting your queues and forming tsaheylu. 

You suddenly feel each other on a deeper level and it drives Mansk wild. 

“Mine.” he growls, pulling you into him and attacking your neck with his lips. Your bare skin rubs against his and you grind down against his growing erection. He already feels so big, it just excites you more. 

His hands are all over you, groping your chest and the flesh of your hips as if he were covering you in the invisible paint of his scent. Suddenly, his arm fully wraps around you and he gently lifts you off of him, placing you down onto the bed before he climbs on top of you and continues to mark you. His tongue darts out and he draws it down your neck to your chest, leaving small trails of saliva while occasionally sucking hickeys into your soft skin. Anything to make you, his. He has to make sure it will be obvious to the others the next time they see you. No one will ever get to smell your sweet scent again besides him. 

His body moves lower, starting to work on your pants before slowly pulling them down your legs. He groans in arousal when he sees a small wet patch stain your underwear. You’re lying on your back, holding on to the pillow under your head while your wild tail continues to flick, showing your excitement. 

Mansk gently parts your legs, opening them to him so that he can get a full view of you, even in panties. 

“All mine.” he whispers before lowering himself down. He licks and kisses the insides of your thighs, making you squirm because he’s so close to your core. Your inner thighs are also really sensitive to his touch. He sucks a hickey into your soft flesh, clearly marking you as his.

Your scent is stronger than ever between your legs and he can’t help himself but just press his nose right against your clothed core, inhaling deeply. After all, Mansk’s Avatar has its needs too. 

You gasp and the sudden action makes you close your legs around him and drop your head back. He smirks up at you, gently holding one of your thighs up while his other hand fumbles with your panties. He’s asking you for permission through his eyes and you nod, propping yourself up on your elbows. Your queues are luckily long enough to allow him to move down you. 

He leans forward, taking the fabric between his teeth before tugging it down by his fangs. Seeing him handle you in this way just makes more butterflies erupt in your stomach. At this point, he could do anything and you would let him. 

Once they’re off, Mansk looks back down between your legs and curses. His pupils widen with lust and he moves your legs out of the way again so that he can see all of you. 

“So fuckin’ pretty.” he growls, attaching his fingers to your heat and parting your lips to expose you to his predatory eyes. Without further ado, Mansk lifts one of your legs onto his strong shoulder while holding the other one open. Then, he lets his head sink down to you until his mouth lands on your slit. His tongue darts out and he licks a long strip from your hole to your clit, making you squirm again. Your back arches off the mattress and you hiss in pleasure, trying to open your legs even more for him to just offer yourself. 

He starts to eat you out, burying himself between your legs. You fall into an ocean of euphoria as your senses are clouded by arousal and pleasure. This is not how you thought you would end your day. Time seems to suddenly run faster than before while you continue to lose yourself. But before you can cum, he pulls away, licking his lips and grinning at you. 

“Ya’ taste like heaven.” he says, wiping his chin with the back of his hands before deeply kissing you again. His tongue pushes past your lips, finding yours. You can taste yourself on him and it does things to you. 

Your leg lifts onto his hip and you try to push his pants down with your heel. He pulls away with a soft chuckle before undoing his belt and letting you push his pants down with your feet. Your fingers reach for his underwear and he helps you pull it down. All clothes have to go. Mansk wants to feel all of you with all of him. Nothing is allowed to separate the two of you. 

He presses his hips against yours and you feel his throbbing erection nudge your inner thigh. It makes you let out a shaky exhale. 

“You belong to me.” he growls into your ear, taking one of your hands and interlocking your fingers. You nod, pressing your cheek against his as you relish in the feeling of feeling each other’s body heat. 

“Then fuck me like you mean it.” you say, wanting to feel him and pleasure him. Your words take him by surprise. He never knew you could have such a dirty mouth, but damn did it make him harder. You’re so beautiful laying beneath him like this, so ready for him to just take you and claim you for himself. Your legs are wide open, offering your pretty pussy to him and your chest is arched against his. It’s better than anything he could have asked for. 

Mansk doesn’t hesitate anymore. He’s done with that. It’s just you and him now, he knows he doesn’t have to wait with you anymore. He pulls his hips back, glancing down between both of your bodies to make sure he is lined up with you. Moving forward, his tip nudges against your entrance, gently applying pressure. You whimper, pushing your hips up against him. That’s how Mansk knows he’s found it. 

In the next second, he rocks his hips forward, pushing his entire length into you in one stroke. The way your tight walls clench around him, coating him with your slick, makes him stifle a moan. You feel amazing. Better than amazing. 

You let out a soft moan and your body tenses at the intrusion. But it feels pleasurable from the beginning on. It doesn’t hurt like it did with the others. 

“Mansk-” you whine. You’re lips are parted and you’re breathing heavily into his ear. “So… big,” you whisper, feeling cock drunk already. 

Your words boost Mansk’s self-confidence permanently. You’re so good to him. 

“All for you, baby.” he whispers, pressing an open-mouthed hiss to your cheek before slowly pulling out. You hold your breath, waiting for him to move and once he pushes back inside you, you whine his name. 

It feels so good it’s overwhelming you. Yes, the others made you cum but you never experienced anything as good as this. The reasons for that are that you are finally bonding with someone you love, not someone to just have fun with, and you’re connected through your neural cords. 

He starts thrusting into you at a gentle pace, making sure to bottom out each time. Usually, penetration doesn’t feel that amazing to you by itself but you can feel his pleasure and it spreads to you. 

“You feel so good.” he grunts into your ear, starting to lose his breath with each thrust. 

You wrap your arms around him, holding him close to you while his hips rut against yours. 

With time, he quickens his pace a little while deepening his thrusts. You’re speechless, slowly melting against him and becoming a whining mess. 

Every noise you make Mansk catches and replays in his head. He loves it all. 

“Such a good girl to me.” he whispers, dropping his head into the crook of your neck to focus on his thrusts. 

“Mansk-” you whimper again, starting to mutter and babble out his name. It’s too much for you in the best way possible. 

“You doin’ okay, sweetheart?” he asks, peering down at you and you nod your head frantically. 

“So good-” you whisper, gasping when he suddenly snaps his hips forward. His thick cock is stretching you just enough to make it pleasurable and his tip is brushing against the beginning of your uterus. It’s like a perfect fit. 

You’re drunk on bliss, floating in the clouds to the point where your own eyes begin to tear up. You don’t even notice it at first. Your vision becomes blurry but you can’t even process it. Only when tears start streaming down your cheeks do you realise you may be crying. Mansk sees one trickle down onto the pillow and he immediately looks at you. Normally, he would have stopped and made sure you’re alright but thanks to your bond, he can feel how good you feel. Seeing your dilated pupils, reddened eyes, flushed face, gaping mouth and furrowed eyebrows makes him grin and kiss you as if he were trying to tell you how much he loves you through his actions. 

His thrusts don’t falter once and he keeps plunging himself into your needy pussy. Mansk is slowly growing desperate for his release and he can feel you near yours as well. His thrusts get sloppier but somehow, they remain just as pleasurable. You hook both your legs around his slim waist, pulling him closer and deeper into with each movement of his hips. 

Watching you try to fuck yourself with him makes him lose it. 

“Atta girl.” he encourages you with a grin before feeling you clench around him again.

“Fuck- so close.” Mansk hisses, gritting his teeth.

“I- I’m gonna-” you sob through a sniffle, gasping when he angles his hips to dive deeper and harder into you. 

“Gonna make you mine.” he growls, harshly thrusting into you a few final times before he’s cumming. 

You moan his name, throwing your head back and clenching around his length as your own orgasm hits you. Your legs clamp down around him, holding him close to you. 

He moans your name, unable to hold back his own noises but you love them all. 

Mansk’s hips stutter and he sinks into you as deep as possible before shooting his cum deep inside you, filling you to the brim until his semen is forced to leak out of you. He’s still buried hilt-deep in your pussy and he bites down on your shoulder, allowing his fangs to penetrate the first layer of skin so that he draws blood. A mating bite is enforced on you. Something neither of you has done before. 

You both slowly come down from your highs and your queues automatically disconnect because the mating process has been fulfilled. 

Mansk sighs, closing his eyes for a few moments but neither of you move away from the other. 

“C- can you stay, please?” you ask him, looking up at him through your glassy eyes. Your fucked out expression is still visible and he feels sorrow that you would think he would just leave you alone after this. 

‘That’s probably what the others did.’ he thought, but he didn’t want his anger for them to ruin his time with you. 

“Where would I go?” he asks, nuzzling your cheek with his face. “You belong with me. I’m stayin’ here if you want me to.” 

You nod, feeling comforted by knowing that you don’t have to spend another night sleeping alone. 

Mansk slowly lowers himself down on you, laying on top of you while staying buried deep inside you.

“Is this okay?” he asks, not wanting to crush you or weigh you down.

“Mhm. So comfortable.” you mumble, sleepily. Your arms envelop his body once again and he lets himself relax against you. 

“I’m never lettin’ anyone near you again.” he whispers against you and it makes you giggle. “Not the way Lopez and shit touch you.” 

You nod, knowing what he means. Finally, their stupid teasing can end. Not only will Mansk be hanging around you now, but your markings will be visible. He is put to peace by the thought of his teammates seeing your hickeys and smelling him on you. They’ll finally know that they will never get to have you the way they did before. 

Mansk overheard Lopez saying he’ll try to make an arrangement with you to make his ‘visits’ regular. But now Mansk got you to himself, fully claiming you in ways they didn’t. They don’t stand a chance.

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[verdemoun]

What if Mac and Davey survived their respective deaths (blood loss/freezing and beating)? I know theyd both be pretty screwed after going through that but still-

Also my headcanon is that before Kieran, one of the Callenders was the gang’s stable boy, so would that change things for Kieran?

When they go to put the coins on Davey's eyes, he splutters, says 'i ain't dead yet, bastards' and proceeded to lay there looking very close to dead for the rest of the Colter chapter. John gets some company while he's recovering from the wolf attack. And first time Davey can stand he's straight back to 'we need to find Mac', arguing the gang are more than fit enough to ride back into Blackwater.

Horseshoe Overlook happens as normal, except with Micah seeming extra annoying after his rescue because he now has the echo-chamber support of Davey 'yeah let's just ride back into Blackwater! We got Sean, didn't we? The money and Mac can't be that hard to find.'

Davey is also definitely not above egging on Bill when it comes to tormenting Kieran, because a) he doesn't need a reason to hate an O'Driscoll and b) maybe if Bill has a new toy he'll stop hanging out with Mac so much when they get Mac back.

Arthur, begged by Abigail, takes Jack fishing. Instead of a couple of men showing up dressed like they was from the city, a very bloody, black and blue with bruises Mac Callander calls to them from over the river, and is so weak he nearly drowns trying to wade through the knee-deep water to them. Sorry Jack, you're not escaping traumatic fishing trips.

Mac doesn't get the Sean Macguire miraculous recovery. It's slow, and torturous. Grimshaw, Strauss and Swanson speak in hushed tones about the possibility of needing to amputate his arm: a displaced fracture making Mac scream in pain at the slightest movement. And they've seen Mac walk off being shot before. To see him this physically broken is sickeningly wrong.

Davey's off working every job he can to get the money for better medicine, stronger drugs: definitely not because he can't stand seeing his brother in that state.

Bill doesn't leave Mac's beside, telling him he's gonna be fine, updating him on what's happened since Blackwater. John got attacked by wolves, they ran into the O'Driscolls and picked up the Adler woman with that mad look in her eye, killed some O'Driscolls, picked up a scrawny little O'Driscoll crybaby named Kieran, but he saved Arthur's life so he's paying off his outstanding debts to society looking after the horses.

Mac scoffs, but softens a little hearing the horses weren't neglected in his absence. Mac Callander is a certified horse girl, and with only limited social skills without a few beers in system, the horses had been part of his responsibility. When his babysitters let their guard down he immediately hobbles his way over, and his precious chestnut Tennessee walker Mace nearly tramples Kieran in the process of trotting over to greet his rider.

While tossing a few threats in and scaring the hell out of one Kieran Duffy, who still found a way to be intimidated by a man who looked on the verge of passing out from walking a dozen yards, Mac takes a seat on one of the many rocks in the clearing and starts correcting Kieran's horsemanship. Don't walk that close Baylock unless you want to die. Brown Jack needs to be fed separate because he's a bully. Old Boy's skittish on his left side, but if you approach from the right he'll let you catch him and then hitch him to a post for brushing.

Horsegirl to horsegirl communication takes over. Kieran recognises one of his own: only someone who loves horses would bother knowing all the gang's horses names, and their quirks. Mac is pleasantly surprised how little he needs to correct about Kieran's horsemanship, scrutinizing the polished saddles and admitting he did at least as good a job as he would.

Mac is respected enough within the gang that when he barks at Kieran to get something to eat, because he needs his strength up if he expects to take care of the horses on his own, no one challenges it. The only things Mac knows is robbing, shooting, and being an overprotective big brother. Two of those are off the table for the forseeable future, and with Davey sneaking off with Micah at every opportunity all those big ol' protective instincts are now being directed at fellow horsegirl, Kieran Duffy.

Bill has his Mac back and chills out. Davey ends up going to the Downes Ranch instead of Arthur. Kieran gets an honorary place as fill-in Mac, which gains him a smidge of respect. No Horsemen Apocalypse, no Arthur dying, Davey shoots Micah for being a rat but passes away peacefully surrounded by his found family, and by 1907 Bill and Mac have taken over Hanging Dog Ranch as actual ranchers with Kieran still a stableboy because Mac never recovered enough strength in his arm do it all on his own. Rip Davey you had to die for science.

[ravennaortiz]

“Skipping and dancing your way” ……. Girl I need a romantic/fluffy or smutty with Dom Juicy boy!!! Maybe they elope? PLEEEEEEASE!!!

From Prompt Ravennas OG Prompt List

19. Let’s get married

22. Make me

25. Don’t act shy now

32. You’re mine.

Thank you! I can’t wait!!!

I got you love!!!! As always 18+

Runaway Love

Present Day

The last few hours had been a blur.  You had never felt freer than you did now on this roof. After years of being controlled and ordered around you had finally gotten the courage to run away. The fact you could do it with the love of your life made this freedom even sweeter. Goodbye charming and hello to the rest of our lives you thought as your eyes fluttered closed.

Past

Your rebellion had ramped up  the minute you set eyes on him. He had joined your dads MC around the time you were starting to resent him and the club. Treated like a princess, a damsel always in distress and that needed watched over and handled with delicate white gloves. A rage boiled in you with every rule laid down. Your stepbrother ratting you out about dates and boyfriends. The golden child to your black sheep. Your mom interfering and sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. Never ceasing to hide her bitterness of having a daughter.

Her dislike had only gotten worse as you aged. Jealously and envy lurking under the mask of a perfect mother façade. You loved riling her up. Hitting where it hurt. You couldn’t help yourself when club runs happened. Asking how many other women she thought your dad would bang this time? Or how many would come back to Charming to take her spot? You loved reminding her that she was just as replaceable as your mom had been to him. The last fight you two had had landed you in cuffs and her in a hospital bed. Your dad livid when he bailed you but he had thought better about laying a hand on you in front of the MC.

Your punishment was being kicked out. Not that it was a punishment as it was what you wanted. You hadn’t expected Golden child to open his home though. The two of you had managed not to kill each other. He let things slide, looked the other way as long as you told him where you were going and when you would be back. Letting you taste freedom without getting hurt. You were thankful but weary. Especially as he and your dad began to butt heads more frequently.

You were thankful for the solace you found with Juice during this time. More often than not your free time was spent with him. Either at the clubhouse or at his place. The classic tale of friends to lovers unfolding in a dusty little town. The way his brown eyes melted you in more ways than one was something you had yet to experience with someone else. Sure you had somehow managed to have a handful of relationships much to the ire of your dad, but nothing held a candle to what you had with Juice.

It was magical. Absolutely a fairytale that you feared you would be awakened from. Cast back into the void of what you called life before him. You had always thought there was nothing perfect in life until you met him. He was utter perfection in camo pants and a white tee. A perfect smile that brightened the stormiest of days. A perfect easy going, incredibly smart, sweet guy in a chiseled body that fit into yours like you two were pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

He treated you like a queen. Doting on you with flowers, coffee, and your favorite books. Anything you wanted he would move heaven and earth to give it to you. No matter how many times your father tried to step in and forbid your two from having anything but a friendship the two of you kept pushing. You both were addicts high on the love, safety and peace one can only find in their soul mate.

You thought you had died that day laying on the tattoo bed as Happy worked on placing Juices crow on your hip. A tattoo you had been forbidden from getting once your dad had realized how intensely you two were involved. While Juices words had pretty much stopped your heart, Happy had continued working as if he hadn’t heard. If you hadn’t seen the small smile flash across his face you have thought he hadn’t heard. A whole sentence in three words. “Lets get married”. You had locked your eyes on his pretty brown ones as he kissed the hand he held. Slipping a ring on your finger as a needle pierced your skin. Staking his claim on you in two ways that would never fade lie the bites and other markings eventually did.

You thought you could never love two simple sentences more. That was until after weeks of constant fighting about getting married with your parents. Your dad keeping Juice out on long runs in the hopes for him to lose his taste for you. Your mom trying to force you into the bed of other higher ranking members. “Lets just elope” Juice had murmured after a late night sex talk. The two of you blissed out and minds hazy with sleep. “We can run away. Just start over” he had continued as you sat up in the bed you two shared. “Lets do it” you had stated as you nodded and bit your lip. Thirty-six hours later you were in Vegas with the same love of your life but a new last name.

Present Day

“Focus” growled Juice as he delivered a smack to your ass that brought you back to the present and sent you sailing over the precipice he had had you teetering on since he had slid into you a while ago. You bit your lip to surpass your moans as your body contorted under him. Juice stilled as you came around him, waiting for your unearned orgasm to pass.

“Look at me” ordered Juice as he tapped your crow tattoo. His voice low but stern. You almost followed the order but the bratty side of you figured you may as well go all in. “Make me” you stated a grin on your face as you heard him huff behind you. Juice slipped from you making you whine. “Should have listened love” he chuckled as he walked in front you. You licked your lips as his cock came into view and your mouth started to water at the thought of him pushing it into your mouth. Tasting the exotic mix of the two of you. The idea had more of your arousal leaking down your thighs onto the roof below you.

Juice rummaged through the clothes that lay scattered around the two of you. Finding the matching leash that went to the collar you now wore with his name he walked back to you. Without saying anything else he clipped the leash on and gave it a slight tug as he walked away. You started to scramble up but a sharp tug and a raised brow kept you on your knees. You crawled along on all four, leaving a trail of your arousal as he led you to the railing that overlooked the Vegas strip below.

Once you were at the edge he prompted you to stand up. Kissing you deeply as he wound his hands around your neck. You moaned as he pushed his thigh into your core, unable to help yourself as you grinded on it. You could feel his grin as he kissed along your jaw line as his fingers slipped down onto your breast. Pinching and flicking your nipples as he turned your collar around and tightened it some. Your breath hitched and your eyes flew open as he let one hand drift to your back before giving a tug to the leash that hung just above your ass now.

“Think you need a lesson on who’s in control here babe” murmured Juice in your ear as his tongue lapped at your ear lobe. You smirked and rolled your eyes as his met yours. “Starting to think you like it rough” he joked as he pushed you onto the railing making you gasp as he slid into you in one swift thrust. The flashing lights below and the sound of voices and music could be heard much clearer on the edge. While you guys had snuck onto the roof you were only on the first floor. Anyone who looked up would see you being fucked. You felt nervous as you tried to contain the moans and curses that threatened to spill out of you as Juice slammed into you as his fingers lazily circled your clit.

“Don’t be shy now. I want everyone to know you’re mine” growled Juice as he jerked on your leash making you gasp and clench desperately around him. Your vision started to tunnel as the familiar coil built in your lower abdomen. Your moan came out choked and feral as he wound you up. “Please…please. I’m yours Juice” you begged as you tried to contain your growing orgasm. “Cum” demanded Juice as he yanked your body back up to his chest and bit down on your shoulder. You saw stars as your body contorted and spasmed around him. Juice moaned your name as your body milked his release from him. You collapsed against the railing your eyes fluttering and a smile creeping onto your face as you caught sight of a couple people looking up and cameras flashing. The sound of clapping had Juice laughing before pulling out of you and pulling you from the edge.

“I love you Mrs. Ortiz” he murmured as he pulled you into his arms planting kisses along your sweat dampened forehead. “I love you Mr. Ortiz” you replied as the two of you swayed to the music. Lost in your own world. Perfection.

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Red Licorice

Chapter Two: Death Calling

“You look so pretty in that dress (Y/n). Please do a little twirl for me.” - Ghostface

“Are you sure you don’t need more time to yourself at home?” Aunt Gia stood at the doorframe of the teens room watching the girl pack a duffel bag for the sleepover over at Sidney’s, “I understand your mourning in a different way, but I'm concerned with how fast you are going out and rushing the process. The funeral is being pushed back to Saturday and I think getting your emotions in order is a good idea.”

(Y/n) paused at the mention of the funeral, “Why is the funeral being pushed back? I thought they already approved the body to be transported to the funeral home?”

Gia sighed, “Mrs. Becker said something about them needing to examine her body some more. The officers are also searching and finding somethings in Casey and Steves rooms to see if there is any chance they may have crossed someone in order to be murdered.” Her aunt watched her face grow distraught for a moment letting a few tears slip loose before turning back to the duffel bag.

“She would want me to forget for a little bit,” The afro haired girl's voice was barely above a whisper, “Casey never wanted me to dwell on the negative for two long-“ She cut off her shoulders shaking slightly.

Yes it’s true that’s what her best friend would have wanted, but was it how she wanted to mourn her? The sleepover with Sidney and Tatum seemed to soon. They would never be replacements for Casey but she did really enjoy her time with her other friends. (Y/n) needed support and laughs right now, not to lose herself in her room on what could’ve been.

Her aunt let out a soft sigh, her eyes downcast as she looked at her niece. She was just worried-to much was going on in such a short amount of time-not to mention she still hasn't told her the news. That would have to wait a little while longer.

She promised her brother that she would take good care of her. Taking up many night shifts, providing the girl with endless amounts of food and movies to preoccupy herself at home to fill the silent void. They spent time together when they could on Saturdays, but she knew the girl missed being able to talk with someone each day.

So she’ll allow this sleepover for her niece to forget what’s going on for tonight.

“Your right I'm sorry, just pack what you need for the night and I'll drop you off,” Gia kneels before her niece placing a soft kiss on her forehead for good measure, “Just please be safe and make good decisions. There's a killer out there and you girls being at the house by yourselves puts my nerves on edge.”

(Y/n) gives her a reassuring smile, “Safety in numbers is what you taught me, I haven't forgotten.”

Her aunt smiled back before leaving out of the room to what sounded like the kitchen. Getting back to the duffle bag (Y/n) wanted to make sure she had a good option of movies packed along with her movie journal. She's watched the movies enough times to recite them simply by listening to the eerie background music. She only hoped Tatum wouldn’t find it bothersome-knowing she’d want to gossip.

The phone started to ring in the other room causing the girl to halt her task, “(Y/n)! One of your friends are on the phone!”

The girl frowned slightly, wondering why Sidney would call when they agreed on four o’clock being the meeting time. Hopefully something didn’t come up, she’d hate to go over Tatums with Dewey breathing down her neck.

The living room was spacious and comfortable, one of the girl’s favorite shows was on, with mellow colors filling the screen. The warm aroma of leftover rice and chicken seeped from the kitchen causing the girls shoulders to relax.

Walking past the deep brown couch she made her way towards her aunt standing with the phone, “Is it Sidney? Can I not come over?”

Gia shook her head with a teasing look on her face, “I wish. When you said you have ‘guy friends’ I was expecting that Randy boy-not Stuart little-“

(Y/n) quickly took the phone, covering the speaker, “Auntie!” Her cheeks were warm, heart thumping in fear. She didn’t want Stu to get any wrong idea about her, especially with how she felt for him in the past, “I got it from here.”

The older woman simply waved her hands in the air walking away, “I’m goin I’m goin.”

A chuckle emerged from the phone, causing the girl to smile, “whatcha need Mr Matcher?“

“Hey! You know it’s just Stu, (N/n),” Stu’s hoarse voice through (Y/n) for a loop, her heart racing and grip on the phone tightening. The boy sounded tired and strained like he just got done running a marathon. The girl won’t lie-it was attractive. “After all these years you gotta remember.”

“Yeah yeah, you know I'm just messin with ya,” She went back to her room with the phone and started planning out her outfit for school tomorrow. “But-uh-not to be rude or anything but is there a reason why you called?”

There was movement on the other end, a shout then his voice emerged once more, “Well precious, me and Billy boy got a couple of horror movies to try out this afternoon-and we were wondering if you would like to join us?”

The request caused the girl to pause for a moment, the request didn’t feel foreign just off. The last time she had a good horror movie night with just the two boys was over three years ago, before the status quo absorbed them causing them to slowly be on the back burner. (Y/n) missed those days when she'd go over Stu's house with Billy, the three would laugh and shout at the tv with the horrible scenes the directors could have easily fixed or made more interesting. It was one night where she told them her dream of being a horror film director, their reactions were a lot different from the girls-they gave her full support from the get go. Billy even asked if she wanted his dads old camera to practice shots, she turned it down even though he insisted.

“Earth to (Y/n)! You shouldn’t leave a man hanging here in suspense!”

“A-ah sorry Stu! It’s just…we haven’t done one of those nights for god knows how long,” she paused looking at a cute cropped juicy couture t-shirt before grabbing one of her dad’s flannels to match, “Forgive me for feeling a bit nostalgic.”

Stu lost his teasing tone, a softer one emerging, “I’m sorry precious, it has been a long time since.” The girl was too focused on how calming the voice was to acknowledge the nickname, “If you come over I promise we’ll make it worth your while! We’ll even get your favorite popcorn!”

A sad frown set on the girl's face, she didn’t want to turn her friends down but she already made plans tonight. She remembered what Sidney said about no boys, so a quick lie wouldn’t hurt. She would just reschedule, “My aunt unfortunately wants me to stay home tonight due to what happened in order to process….y-you know-“

“You don’t have to explain I understand-“

“No! I still want to do the movie night with you guys! I-is there anyway we could do it tomorrow?” (Y/n) heard whispers on the other end making her stomach do flips, “or if your busy tomorrow that’s fine we can find another day-“

“Tomorrow is fine. We’ll see you then.” It was Billy this time. His tone was abnormally short with her, almost if he was angry with her. And just like that the line went dead, causing the girl's stomach to drop.

‘How rude.’

☿

The two women pull up to the two story country home, the one where (Y/n) constantly dreamed of having in the future after stardom. It was a good acre of land, not to mention it seemed more private away from civilization-one thing she desired the most.

She thought about it often around tenth grade-maybe it was the teenage hormones catching up to her but she constantly thought about having a husband entrepreneur at the house with the kids; She would come home find her husband head laid on the back of the couch, her two sons laid on either side a horror movie playing on the screen in the background, the killers victims screaming bloody murder.

To whom might say it was a weird scene she desired to see one day-she found it euphoric. Sometimes she'd randomly talk about with Casey, she told her how she would envision her as the rich aunt soiling her nephews with gifts before they went shopping for their homes. Their husbands would play with the kids in the yard as they cooked dinner, talking about all they've achieved the past few months, maybe even some of their sexcapades. If there's one thing she's looking forward to the crazy amounts of sex she would be getting from her husband-a very far thought from the wholesome ones she had before.

Sidney came out of the house in time to see the two women roll to a stop in front of the residence. The brunette smiled at the sight of her best friend getting out of the car with her bag, heading to the front door waving good-bye to her aunt. The girl felt a weight lifted off her shoulders, after all the stress at school with the murmurs about the murder of her classmates she got to hang out with the girl she enjoyed hanging out with the most. Of course she wouldn't admit that to Tatum though.

“Hey! You brought the movies?” Even though the two of them hadn't mentioned movies through Sid's invitation, (Y/n) always had horror movies on deck when sleeping over someone's house, “Let me guess The Exorcist? Halloween-,”

The girl shook her head, curls bouncing, “Nope Friday the 13th! I felt like ogling Jason as he murders the camp counselors,” The two made their way inside the house (Y/n) sitting the bag down in the living room as she took off her shoes , “I also brought some candy if you want some!”

Sidney made a face, “Don't tell me it's some of that nasty red licorice you be eating,”

(Y/n) slowly put the bag of candies away a pout moved on her lips, “Well if you want to be rude you don't have to have any,” this caused the brunet to laugh, laying out on the couch flipping on the news channel.

“The entire nation was shocked today by the teen murders in North Carolina-”

Switch.

“The state Bureau of Investigation has joined forces with the local authorities to help catch what the Governor has called the most heinous-”

Switch again.

Sidney froze along with (Y/n) as Gale weathers appeared on the screen. Her teeth were shiny as ever, ready to twist her words for her fans, “This is not the first time the small town of Bayboro has endured such tragedy. Only a year ago, Mauren Prescott, wife and mother, was found raped and murdered…” The screen was soon filled with a black and white snapshot of a beautiful woman-Sid completely switched off the TV, her mouth growing dry from the familiar image of her mother engrained in her mind.

(Y/n) saw the girl discomfort before walking over and bringing her into a long hug on the sofa. She knew it had been over a year since Mrs. Prescott's death, she had heard the rumors although Sidney testified and she couldn't help but believe the accused rather than Sidney's view. The killer easily could have been a jealous wife or possibly another lover that got tired of her cheating, it was more logical to think that way.

“Do you wanna watch something else other than horror movies? I have some rom-com movies that Tatum likes-”

“No,” Sidney shook her head turning to her friend, “I invited you over so you could have a nice day from everything going on. Let's just get comfortable and pop the movie in.”

(Y/n) creased her brows in concern, “What about Tatum?”

Sidney got up and headed to the stairs gesturing for her to follow, “She has practice this afternoon, she'll join us in an hour. Enough time to get the first movie out the way before she starts complaining.”

“Mind if I take a shower first?”

“Yeah sure, it's next to my room , I have some towels in the closet next to it,” Sidney directed her to the bathroom, making sure the girl had everything she needed before going to the kitchen to prepare some popcorn.

In the shower (Y/n) made sure to take a long shower, using her scrubs, oils and even her favorite perfume before putting on the silk nightie that her friends adored. Today she was wearing black with white lace straps and trim. She thought it'd be a good idea to cheer up her friends and feel a bit normal with their routine as seniors. It was time to branch out and have fun. Strutting down the stairs (Y/n) got to the bottom to see Sidney on the couch popcorn on the table as she looked through the stack of movies she brought over.

“Oh your back I was thinking we could watch-,” The brunette's words cut off as she stared at the girl grabbing the pack of red licorice out of the bag placed on the table. Now Sidney knew (Y/n) was attractive underneath her baggy clothes she's seen her like this before, but without Casey or Tatum around she started to grow nervous. “I-I was thinking we could watch ‘Nightmare on Elm Street’ after ‘Friday the 13th’ since it's only six right now.”

(Y/n) sat down close to Sidney, a smile on her lips, “Nightmare on Elm Street is the movie I usually fall asleep to, are you trying to tell me to rest while the night is young?”

Sidney laughed, “A little nap wouldn't hurt before Tatum arrives. You wanna watch the movie first?” The girl's voice hitch as the brown skinned girl snuggled up next to her, a smile of content on her face.

“Sure, I could go for a nap.”

The two girls placed the movie on and sure enough (Y/n) fell asleep within minutes, surprisingly Sidney didn’t. She was so focused on the girl laying on her chest and the peaceful feeling that came with it.

‘I wonder if Casey had moments like this with her.’ Sidney wouldn't be surprised if she did, just envious.

Billy never gave her this feeling nor Tatum-but she oddly wasn't complaining. Looking down at the girl on her chest she was able to take in more of her features, from her plump soft lips to her thick supple thighs barely covered with the dress.

The brunette smiled before the phone rang next to her, breaking through the movie being played on the screen. Sidney answered it with a huf, “Hello?”

“Practice ran late. I'm on my way,” Tatum's voice rang through the phone.

Sidney looked at the clock on the nightstand, “Its past seven, (Y/n) took a nap waiting,” She turned back to the screen watching as another victim was killed, “You need to be careful, remember-”

“Don't worry. Casey and Steve didn't bite the dust till way after ten.”

The brunette scrunched her face as she felt (Y/n) stir, “I'm not worried.”

“Good ‘cause I wanted to swing by BlockBuster and get us a video. I was thinkin’ Tom Cruise in ‘All The Right Moves’. You know if you pause it just right you can see his penis.” Sidney rolled her eyes at her best friend's antics, moving slightly to adjust (Y/n) in her original position. This only caused the girl to stir once more, her eyes opening slowly.

“Whatever, just hurry.”

“Bye ~” The phone line went dead with a simple click from Sidney.

“Was that Tatum?” (Y/n) yawned rubbing the sleep from her eyes, “I thought practice ended at six?”

Sidney huffed giggling slightly at the girls cute display, “Practice ran late she's coming tho-”

The brunette was cut off with another ring of the phone, the two girl looked at each other for a moment before Sidney answered it once more, “Tatum whatever it is it's fine just hurry up-”

“Hello, Sidney.” A husky voice spoke over the phone. (Y/n) overheard the man's voice and sat up straight, pulling from her friend's warmth.

“Hi, who is this?” Sidney greeted back slowly.

“You tell me.” Was all the man responded with. This left the two girls puzzled for a moment, they simply couldn't place the voice of the male-it was too distorted.

The brunette shrugged, slowly sitting up before snatching some popcorn from (Y/n)’s hands. The girl playfully glared in response, “I have no idea.”

“Scary night, isn't it? With the murders and all, its light right out of the horror movies or something,” At this (Y/n) practically laughed into the phone, her smile infectious.

“Come on D, I know it's you!” (Y/n) felt her heart hammer in her chest in thought of Randy trying to mess with Sidney instead of her, “Are you calling from at work or something? I’m sleeping over at Sids and Tatums on her way over.”

It was silent for a moment before the voice returned, “(Y/n), I hadn't expected you to be there,” It caused the girl to snicker a bit along with Sidney shaking her head, at this point the brunette turned on the lights of her house illuminating the space. The horror movie rolled its credits in the background with a slasher theme. “What’s your favorite movie, precious?”

The brown skinned girl faulted a bit, her skin growing warm with the nickname her alleged friend called her by, “Geeze Ran your voice is sexy when you talk like that. All you need to do is invite me to watch a Japanese horror film and I'm all yours.”

Sidney turned to the girl, her jaw dropping in surprise, never had she seen (Y/n) so bold with flirting-especially not to Randy. Sure the two were inseparable at times but flirting and speaking intimate wasn't what she was expecting. Sid swore Tatum wasn't going to believe it, not their two nerds finally making a move.

The male's voice quickened over the phone, making the girls neither regions pulsed slightly, she didn't want to think that way of Randy to think he was doing something perverted-perhaps he was simply shocked with her flirtation. So instead he decided to repeat the question , “What's your favorite scary movie?”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes playfully, “Randy we've been over this several times and you've heard me rant about my favorite,” The girl walked over towards the window, the yard at Sidny’s house looks beautiful from the angel brightened by the night sky. “Besides you know who is my favorite killer, the one that gets me goin’”

The voice hummed, “Oh really? Who is it?”

“It's Micheal, remember? Because of his rough upbringing?” Her lips pouted out to Sidney showing her disappointment that Randy didn't remember, “I can't believe you forgot-we had an hour conversation about it.” Her stomach hurt and twisted in turn she decided to hand the phone over to Sidney, the girl sending her a sympathetic look.

“Really Randy? What do want-”

“Are you two in the house alone?” Sidney rolled her eyes as she watched (Y/n) come back over towards the phone with a bag of licorice.

“That is so unoriginal. You disappoint me Randy.”

“Maybe that's because I'm not Randy.” The two girls paused looking at each other for a moment, one confused and the others eyes laced with fear. (Y/n) shook her head and Sidney tried to reach for the phone but the brunette simply walked away with it leaving the brown skinned girl to grab the remote and turn off the TV.

“So who are you?” Sidnety questioned.

“Sid! What are you doing?” (Y/n) hissed at the brunette, “Stop talking to the stranger!” The girl has watched too many scary movies to know how this goes, Sidney needs to hang up the phone and lock down the house and call the police.

“The question isn't who am i? But, where am I?” The voice responded.

It kicked the girl's survival instincts into overdrive, (Y/n) rushed to the kitchen grabbing a chef's knife and started locking down the windows. Sidney follows her, completely baffled with the girl's reaction, “So where are you-?”

“Sid stop-”

“Your front porch,” The voice informed, if she didn't know any better there was a smirk in his tone.

‘This is some white people shit.’

Sidney moves to the window pulling back the drapes, “Why would you be calling me from my front porch?”

“To see where your mind is of course!” (Y/n) moved to grab the drapes from Sidney, her frustration rising, “Sidney we’re literally in the middle of a killer possibly wanting to kill us-”

“You look so pretty in that dress (Y/n),” The voice basically purred into the phone, sending chills down the girl's spine, “Please do a little twirl for me.”

The brown skinned girl let out a frightful scream in response, Sidney standing still as the words sunk in as to what the voice over the phone had said. Either they were truly outside or Randy was taking this prank too far.

Fed up with the antics with the voice over the phone, Sidney took it upon herself to open the door heading out on the front porch, “Sidney, what the fuck are you doing?!” The brunette ignored her friend's desperation, looking around across the yard in the dead of night with so little light she had.

“Where are you-you fucking creep?!”

“Right here.”

Sidney looked around the yard again concentrating on the shrubs, “Can you see me-?”

“Sidney, for all that is holy get the fuck back in the house!”

Once again she ignored her, “Can you see what I'm doing?” Sidney stuck her finger up her nose, obviously trying to prove a point. A moment went by with no response from the voice over the phone sending the girls nerves on edge. She turned back to (Y/n) a reassuring smile on her face, “Nice try, Randy. Tell Tatum to hurry. Bye now-”

“You hang up, you’ll die just like your mother!” The two girls froze in place, (Y/n) grabbing onto Sidney to pull her back into the house but the girl wouldn't move. The brunette was completely speechless, “Do you want to die, Sidney? Your mother didn’t.”

Having enough of the bullshit (Y/n) snatched the phone away, “Screw you mother fucker!” hanging up the phone (Y/n) dashes back into the house with Sidney, bolting down the door when she hears a sudden creak behind her-then a full on thud.

A scream rippled through the back of her throat as a masked ghost of man came barreling out of the hallway closet. A quick swipe of the knife was avoided as Sidney kicked the killer in the side, (Y/n) desperately trying to unlock the door. It was all for not as the brunette pushed her away with the man getting up for another round. Their only option at this point was to get the best of him or die, it was a horrible way to die when she thought about it.

Gripping the knife tightly (Y/n) rushed towards the attacker full storm and jabs the knife down leading the male to let out a guttural scream. Sidney took this opportunity to knock him back again, turning back towards the door and unlocking the bottom pulling open-only for the chain lock to get in the way.

“Shit!” The brunette cursed.

The killer got back up with an angry yell, launching himself at Sidney once more only for her to doge and grab her best friend-running up the stairs. (Y/n) took the initiative to split up, knife still in hand she hid in the bathroom as she watched her best friend board herself up in the bedroom. If her hunch was correct, Sidney would contact the authorities on her computer. She could hear the loud thumping of footsteps up the stairs causing her to hold her breath moving backwards.

A sharp sound echoed in the bathroom to cause the thumping to stop on the stairs, (Y/n) cursed quickly turning behind her to find the dropped item, before quickly making her way into the tub, drawing the curtain back quickly just as she heard the creaking of the door. Placing a hand over her mouth she tried to control her breathing to match the steps of her killer. With each thump she couldn't help but think of her best friend; ‘Did she hide like she did?’ ‘Did she live up to the cliche of hiding in a closet only to be pulled out and gutted open as she held onto the phone?’. The steps stopped in front of the tub, leading her to hold her breath in a big gulp, closing her eyes as she felt the curtains draw back a bit, the bathroom was dark, the curtain doing her justice against the far corner away from the door.

However luck wasn't on her side, the curtain was drawn back abruptly causing her eyes to widen considerably before she felt the cool feel of the knife against her neck. The white ghost masked man stared back at her, simply cocking his head to the side without uttering a word.

A simple command; get out.

So as any hostage would do with a weapon aimed at them, she obeyed, slowly holding her hands up and stepping out of the tub as he slowly backed up. The knife had been left in the tub as well. But what happened next is what ran her blood cold, he closed the door.

(Y/n) felt her breathing become uneven as she couldn't see the killer at all in the bathroom, only a tall dark silhouette of a shadow looming over her, daring her to make the wrong move. Asking her to make a mistake so she could be skinned alive. But she wasn't dumb, she knew not to anger the killer further, especially after she got done stabbing him. Sure, she was positive the cut was deep into his shoulder, but it wasn't guaranteed that she couldn't take him down by herself.

A hand gripped the side of her hip, shoving her against the sink with a gasp. The killer closed in on her-his breaths were heavy and deep; it possibly could have been from his wounds or frustration. At the moment it didn't matter as the girl shook in fear, a faint outline of white filled her vision before closing her eyes with a whimper as she felt the killer's body against hers.

(Y/n) froze when she felt the hand travel from her hip to her thighs-playing with the silk fabric along the way before slipping underneath. The hands were bare, the leather gloves gone; soft and smooth with calluses on what seemed to be his fourth finger and lower palm. He played with the hem of her lace panties taking a deep breath before removing his hands underneath her nightie, placing his hand on her face instead stroking the tears of fear away.

Alarm bells rang in her head as she came to the conclusion as to what he possibly wanted, “N-No please don't…” the hand seemed to pause for a moment before she felt a quick slow grind of the hips against hers, what drew her attention was the large protruding length against her thighs. He was excited, and was happy to show her how riled up he was. Never had she been so close to a male like this before, and most definitely has she ever felt them up close and personal.

“Please let us go,” She tried to reason with him once more, “I won’t tell anyone what happened here! Please just don’t hurt me…,” it was pathetic begging like this-trying to stroke the male's ego enough to possibly let her walk away.

‘All killers love to hear this pity party before swiping the blade down. We know better.’

But she couldn’t help but beg for her life.

All she received was a cock of the head, before she heard another scream in the other room. It was Sidney, she seemed to be talking to someone else, hopefully an officer or police. The only issue was that she was in her with the killer-the door closed-the man would decide whether she lived or died.

The male seemed to look over towards the door before putting his attention back to her. She felt something cool against her thigh before a sharp flame erupted through her entire being. She opened her mouth in an anguished scream only for her mouth to be covered abruptly, with her struggling against him. The masked man gripped her hip harder keeping her in place against the skink as he moved the knife up her thigh to underneath her skirt, teasing the panties slightly before cutting through. The soft silk fabric falling from her legs to the floor, the cool air hit her sensitive areas causing a slight arousal sensation to build; it was dangerous. She bucked and shifted her body against his only causing him groan before shoving her against the door face first.

Wet tears graced her face in terror ;was this man really going to have his way with her before he got arrested. It seemed plausible until the killer strolled forward, bending down in the tub and retrieving the other knife; following up to look at the panties near the sink, deciding to collect them as well. He gave her ass an abrupt smack before guiding her back over towards the tub, pointed down; a command to sit. She did as told in pain, she could feel the blood dripping down her leg as she looked up at her attacker who seemed to be sparing her.

She simply cocked her head to the side, confusion and frustration filling her features, “Why?” Her voice was small and scared, “Why didn’t you kill me?” He had every right to, she was going to tell the police everything that transpired, and there was even a possible chance he would be caught due to her description of him.

But the killer said nothing, simply opened the door and exited. There were sirens within a few minutes that could be heard along with loud footsteps heading up the stairs. But (Y/n) was too scared to tell them we’re she was, scared of the fact the killer hadn’t murdered her, only proceeded to feel her up and hint his true motivations towards her.

The way he spoke over the phone to the way he gently brushed her thighs-.

(Y/n) sobbed, wanting to rip the silk nightie off of her. She felt so dirty, she should’ve been ashamed of what had transpired but she couldn’t stop thinking of his bare hands.

A few footsteps came to a halt in front of the bathroom door before a faint knock could be heard, “(Y/n) is that you?” It was a female officer, one that she had never heard of before. She tried to answer back but only a soft wimped emerged from her lips causing this female to enter.

“Oh god,” the officer was brown skinned with straight hair, eyes almond and crows feet on the ends most likely from stress, “She’s in here! Get a med kit immediately!”

It seemed like a blur, the paramedics tried everything to get the girl to speak even as they treated the deep cut on her leg. It didn’t even process the pain inflicted as she was stitched up. All she could do was stare at the sink she was pushed towards to be touched against. She didn't allow any men to touch her, moving away each time they tried to stitch up the wound, it was convenient a female was present-and she was a lot gentler than the large men trying to grab at her.

Eventually she was guided to the ambulance quietly, only coming to a gilt when she heard the desperate voice of her friend. Sidney ran over, tears welled in her eyes before embracing the Afro haired girl in a tight hug, “Oh my god….oh my god I’m so sorry.”

The girl didn’t respond, only holding her back in response, desperate for another’s touch other than the masked ghost of a killer.

☿

Dewy sat back in his chair looking at the pink leather bound diary in shock. This information was either a huge lead or a very damaging revelation on who Casey Becker truly was-as well as her true feelings towards her classmates and friends. From what they learned in the diary many of the ex boyfriends, cheerleaders, and close friends were high suspects.

Especially (Y/n) (L/n).

The cop knew there was a high chance the girl was innocent, he was there watching her reaction as she was hung over the trash can mourning her friend. The frustrated expression on her face with the lack of suspects as well as her questioning in concerns of what she could do to help or simply aid in the funeral.

However, Casey didn’t see (Y/n) as a friend. She saw her as a potential lover. Lesbians weren’t uncommon in Woodsburror, but the Becker girl came from Christian parents. It was bad enough there were several instances of talking about the times she slept with boys in her school, but to top off the dreams she had of (L/n)? They were dreams any teenage girl would have of their future and to acknowledge that she was no longer here hit hard.

The man wished he didn’t read those entries, they were really personal. Around august the girl really got deep with her feelings in concerns of her friend, almost a revelation. It seemed like she was finally accepting her feelings, planning on how she was going to reveal and live with it, knowing she didn't like men no matter how much she tried to. He was more surprised with the entries on his little sister Tatum, the things the two both did weren't right, but hey he never would've guessed a frenemy relationship with the two.

Oh God. He was going to need a bulletproof vest.

If or when this reaches the news, a bomb was going to drop, and whether they were ready for it didn’t matter.

Officer Willy stormed into the room in a panic, “Riley! We got another situation on our hands!”

Dewey sat up in his chair alarmed, “What happened?!”

“We just received a message from Sidney Prescott's computer, the killer has struck again!”

[literaryspinster]

5 years earlier

Last night was fun, probably a little too much fun. Marie Moreau might be a grade grubbing, social climbing pain in the ass (pot meet kettle, they know), but she sure can dance, not to mention kiss. And she’s the sort of pretty that knocks them on their ass every time. Dancing with her at the club wasn’t the plan, the plan was to glare at her from across the floor while silently resenting Luke for inviting her along, but after a few too many drinks, and lines of coke and a shot of Molly for good measure, something weird happened.

Breathy and glistening from a straight half hour of sexy dancing with Cate, Marie came up to them, similarly loosy goosy from various substances that only Supes could safely metabolize. And she took their hand, her stacked silver rings clicking against theirs.

“Come on, do something spontaneous for once in your life, dance with the girl you hate.”

“I don’t hate you,” they said.

“Could have fooled me.” She said as she led them up from their chair and to the thumping, strobe lit heart of the club. She didn’t take no for an answer, but also, it wasn't certain that they actually said no in the first place. 

The DJ was playing Capsize, a song they liked a lot more without the dancehall bells and whistles, and yet, in the moment, it wasn’t so hard to be carried by it.They were hypnotized by the sounds and the constant motion around them, and by the girl in their arms oscillating like troubled water.

Up at night I'm awake cause it haunts me/That I never got to say what I wanted/Oh my God, oh my God/I’m not the same as I was with you/I would jump out my skin just to get you/Oh my God, oh my God

Her voice rose above the music, “You know, it makes me mad sometimes, how handsome you are.” 

“Excuse me?”

“I only mean because you’re such a dick.”

And they didn’t really know why, probably because they were both obliterated at the time, but Jordan laughed, a genuine, almost sweet laugh, because it wasn’t everyday someone called them a dick and it sounded like a term of endearment. Also, it wasn’t lost on them that handsome was another word she used. Being called handsome chafed sometimes, it only fit part of their story. But it was also the only part they chose to share with her, or anyone for that matter.

Jordan wasn’t much for dancing, on the occasions someone convinced them to get up and move to blaring EDM, they relied on guarded, understated moves, a head bop here, a shoulder sway there. But her closeness, and her scent and her big brown eyes looking right into theirs as her wrists rested against their neck, made them want to lose themselves in the machine beat, let their hips and their hands move more than a conservative amount.

I'm fine/Drop tears in the morning/Give in to the lonely/Here it comes with no warning/Capsize, I'm first in the water/Too close to the bottom/I'm right back where I started/Said I'm fine

“I don’t hate you either,” she leaned in to say into their ear. And before she could pull back, Jordan’s lips landed on hers, almost as if by accident, like they had a thought and acted on it before their common sense could catch up. They’d blame it on the drugs, they’d pretend in the morning that it meant nothing, because a kiss didn’t matter much at the end of the day, not even one as good as that. 

Something about the way she opened her mouth along with theirs made Jordan’s head float away, swallowed by the music and the feel of her soft curves under their hands, and before they knew what was happening they were sucking the space beneath her ear like a horny vampire, they were calling an uber, they were backing her into her her dorm room and untying the little laces on her top, they were laying her down on the blankets.

It was more than a fun night, it may have been the best night. But it’s over now, time to get up, get dressed, drink a full gallon of water and drag their ass to class…

…except this isn’t their dorm room, because when they peel their eyes open Marie is looking down at them, her preternaturally expressive face skewed in unmistakable confusion. They’re still in her room, and the Jordan she brought here is noticeably different from the Jordan she’s looking at right now.

Shit shit fuck. This is why they don’t fall asleep with people.

They launch up from the bed, wrapping the sheet around their chest, they would switch back but they aren’t sure if the fact that they can turn from a boy to a girl is more comforting than the possibility that a random woman sneaked into her room in the middle of the night.

“Jordan slow down, just tell me what’s going on. Is this not the first time this has happened?” 

She knows it’s them, maybe she saw them change while they were sleeping, maybe it’s because their jewelry is the same, or maybe she can sense it with her sweet ass powers, but she knows. Why are they still here? Why isn’t she freaking the fuck out and ordering them to leave right now? Sure she’s a supe, she knows that weirder things than this have happened, but as far as they know she’s never woken up next to those weirder things.

“I don’t know what happened, I’m never this careless. And I mean never.”

“Jordan, hey, come here, sit down.” 

After a few moments of hesitation, they obey. They aren’t really sure what else to do, they can’t exactly pretend this never happened, it’s not like they won’t see her in class in a few hours.

“So you mean this is just something you can do whenever you want?” She asks.

They shrug a shoulder in response, “Yeah, pretty much.”

“That’s fucking rad, why don’t you tell people?” It’s not the response they were expecting, and yet somehow, it is. After all, she knows exactly what it’s like to have an ability that people don’t understand.

“I want to be in The Seven,” Jordan explains. “I want that more than anything and no matter how much they try to act like the greatest superheroes are all special and different, the less special and different they are, the better.” 

Of course that’s what they tell themselves, and it’s mostly the truth. But that wasn’t exactly how all of this self doubt started. It started the night of the robbery. Marie doesn’t need to hear all of that though.

“But–

“Listen, this doesn’t have to be anything okay?” They say, and switch back before they can get too used to this. “We both got pretty trashed last night and some stuff happened. We don’t need to talk about our secrets and our feelings. It’s cool.”

She looks almost hurt, and Jordan wants to say something else to make that look go away, but they can’t. This is for the best.

“I won’t tell anyone,” she says, and Jordan stands up to leave, holding the sheet in place, gathering up their clothes and thinking this is the end of whatever the hell this is.

But it isn’t the end, because they won’t be able to stop thinking about her. And a week from now they’ll be back in this room, kissing her on the bed, touching her, letting her touch them. And there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it. Their fate was sealed on that dance floor.

~From How To Be Liars In Love ch. 6

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SUMMER TROUBLES | 004. BONFIRE

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by the time it was 1:10, the three boys had already made it to the beach. it was blazing hot, and the wind was not as refreshing as you’d expect it to be but the sound of the ocean waves and the smell of the salt water made them feel a little refreshed.

sunoo wore sunghoon's dark blue fishing hat (sunghoons favorite) and had on a light n dark blue colourblock patched button up shirt with dark blue shorts with a white traced cat along the bottom rim. sunghoon had his backup light beige fishing hat on and a white short sleeved shirt with beige/brown flowers embroidered on it and wore his white swim shorts.

jungwon had on a full white (off white) outfit; he had a white no sleeved shirt topped with an off white button up and white swim shorts.

in their arms were the ‘camp’ gear; such as pull out chairs, 2 coolers, a duffel bag (full of their extra clothes), a canopy, and a white pull out table. they immediately found a bonfire pit no one had already claimed and started to set up their items.

“jungwon,” sunghoon called out.

“huh?” jungwon mumbled, turning to him. “the foods done, eat up. jay and heeseung are about to head out here so eat before they steal it all.”

“thank you for cooking,” jungwon thanked before grabbing a paper plate and collected pieces of meat, including some rice from a container they brought.

“and wonie?”

“yeah, whats up sunoo?”

“why have you been on your phone so much lately?” sunoo asked, curiously wondering how someone could have him smiling and laughing so much just by looking at his phone, “you looked really happy yesterday.”

“oh well-“

“remember sun? the girl, yujin or something along the lines of,” sunghoon reminded him, sunoo gasped at the memory while nodding.

“oh yeah,” sunoo recalled, “so is she pretty? clearly seems funny, whats she like? do you like her?”

“relax sunoo!” jungwon laughed, “first of all, yujin is not a girl. he’s a boy and second of all, we just met.”

“so he’s an option?” the blonde haired boy striked an eyebrow at him.

jungwon rolled his eyes while shaking his head, “no, eat up and stop talking to me about this.”

“yeah, enough about jungwon,” sunoo stated, “hey sunghoon-“ sunghoon groaned at the sound of him being brought up, “have you talked it out with misaki?”

“oh yeah, have you?” jungwon asked.

“i don't know what you're talking about, i never said i was going to talk to her about it."

“right but i just thought that you'd come to your senses and.. i don't know. ask her why she decided to break it off?”

“i'll think about it,” sunghoon replied, sitting beside jungwon. jungwon lightly elbowed the boy, “i know you don't want to lose her. actually think about it, okay?”

sunghoon gulped at the thought of seeing her again.

“o.. okay.. stick to your own girl problems,” he muttered, stuffing food in his mouth.

sunoo chuckled at his response before eating his beef.

time passed by a little quick, one blink they had just arrived there. second blink, heeseung n jay arrived followed by tae. then third blink, it was nighttime and half the school was partying next to the campfire.

“since when did chaewon get a boyfriend?” jungwon asked sunoo, almost yelling because of how loud the speaker was.

“no clue, ever since her glow up two semesters ago a bunch of people were asking her to the school formal.”

“dang.”

“why? are you interested in her? i can put in a good word for you-“

“no no no, i was just asking,” jungwon corrected him, sun gave him a unconvinced look, “seriously. im not interested in chaewon.”

“how about rei?” sunoo pushed, he’d been being a matchmaker for many people the following year and half of the matches are still together, “dont you like her?”

“i’ve never even met her.”

“well nows your chance,” he shrugged taking a sip of his coke.

jungwon felt refreshed by the change of the wind, it was humid just a couple hours ago and now there was a cold wind brushing against his face.

“i heard a rumor that you liked her,” sunoo sipped his drink sassily.

jungwon nearly choked on the air, “excuse me? i’ve never hung out or talked to her? how could anyone possibly think that?”

“you guys did have 2nd period physics together,” his best friend pointed out, “and i kind of believed the rumor for a while. you would tell me how you got put at the same table with her for an assignment and freak out that she talked to you, but eventually you got quieter.”

sunoo laughed at the memory. jungwon on the other hand was lost and confused, “when did i talk to you about that?”

“right before your birthday week.”

jungwons eyes lit up before smiling, “ah now i remember.”

“yeah.. but do you seriously not like her?”

“i’m letting this conversation go,” won sighed, “stop talking to me about this.”

“no but like.. not even a little bit?” sunoo pushed. jungwon gave him the eye before walking off, away from the crowd.

he brought himself to the other side of the beach before sitting down and pulling out his phone.

meanwhile, with yujin. she and her friends were bundled up onto hanni’s living room L couch. they were watching ‘alice in bordeland’ before watching it, they made a bet about who would be on their phone first, many people betted niki due to his short capacity to stay focused but niki and jake chose yujin.

they all arrived at hanni’s house around 4, it was now 8: 14 and they had now reached the start of episode 5. surprisingly, jake hadn’t gotten bored yet, niki had fallen asleep by the start of episode 4, and everyone else was deeply interested in the show, even making side comments every now and then.

yujin’s phone buzzed lightly beside her, it was until the second buzz when she realized it was her phone. it was jungwon. she carefully looked around to make sure people weren’t looking, grabbing her phone in the process.

jake started to dozed off, his head tilting back before regaining energy to stay awake, beside him he could see slight movements. as expected, he saw yujin typing on her phone. he attempted to peek over her shoulder, “who’re you texting?”

“holy shit,” yujin exclaimed quietly, accidentally bumping into jakes head when she turned to face him.

“fuck! you smacked my face with your face!” jake basically screamed.

“jake, you are so dramatic,” yujin spat at him.

“she smacked me with her face! this is assault!” he exclaimed, catching everyones attention except niki who was still sound asleep on the floor, “and she went on her phone.”

“you already lost?” soob laughed.

“i had faith in you, jinnie,” hiyyih mumbled loud enough for yujin to hear.

“sorry.”

“now, since you lost, you gotta share what was so important that you had to check your phone,” hanni reminded while clicking pause on the remote.

“yeah yujin, what was so interesting on that device in your hand?” jake mocked, earning a glare from her. she pulled the blanket roughly more on her side, ignoring jakes whines.

“it was jungwon, thats all.”

“would we consider that important?” hanni asked, turning to hiyyih and soob. soob shrugged, yawning before resting his head onto the pillow beside him.

“well yeah,” hiyyih nodded, “its important since its so obvious yujin is falling for him.”

“WHAT?” yujin shrieked out of surprise, “i do not like jungwon.”

“okay, girly, dont get too defensive now,” soob muttered, the sleepiness getting to him.

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Cool Girl, The Kind your Mother Thinks are Trouble (Ch 2/3)

Pairing: Phoebe Spengler/Melody

Of course my computer had to freak out when I started this

I've never wrote the name "Phoebe" as many times as I have just now

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The firehouse was cold. Gary thought he was doing her a favor by turning up the AC while they ran errands. Phoebe should be mad, she was benched, after all, pretty much tethered to her room. She was benched, and it was absolutely freezing. But she felt warm, the inside of her body sickeningly hot as she sat up from her bed. Fate, as she learned, was waiting on her.

Speak of the devil, the phone was ringing, shrill and high tone bouncing off the walls. How long had it been going? She rushed to answer it, socks sliding on the worn floor.

¨Hey.¨

The warmth she was feeling in her thorax spread across her entire body. Melody.

¨Hello?¨

¨I think we have a ghost. At the diner.¨ There was silence on both sides of the phone.

¨Can you come and save me?” 

The phone was slammed down onto the receiver. Phoebe barely breathed as she squeezed her brown boots on, left on the right foot and right on the left foot. She left the front of her suit unzipped, proton pack haphazardly slung across her back. Melody Diner. Where was Melody Diner? It must´ve been somewhere near the park. She ran on autopilot, literally speed walking her away around with a trap in her hand. She didn't really know why she was in such a rush to get there. But she could bust ghosts, with…Melody there. That sounded a little more than nice.

She stopped in front of various buildings briefly, surveying their names. There? No, that's a laundromat. There? No, a Chinese restaurant. Her shoes came screeching to a halt on the sidewalk as she recognized the building. Melody Diner.

The overhead bell chimed as she pushed the door open, gingerly. She never did anything gingerly. ¨Ghostbusters,¨ she called out. ¨You called about…a ghost.¨ Duh.

Phoebe honed in on the jukebox in the corner, letting out a droning hum. As she reached for her gun, someone popped up from behind the counter, arms up above their head. Phoebe flinched backwards, proton pack making contact with the glass door behind her. Melody doubled over on the counter laughing, as she tried her best to catch her breath again.

¨Did I scare you?” Her smile was winsome. She had oddly perfect teeth. Phoebe’s eye twitched subconsciously.

She pushed up her glasses. “Sure.” Melody made her way around to the other side of the counter. That’s what she was wearing that night, a diner uniform, not a dress. “Where’s the ghost?” 

“It flew away. My aunt’s on her lunch break. Are you hungry?”

So they sat in a little corner, eating fries made in the deep fryer Melody technically wasn’t allowed to use by herself. Phoebe had a question nagging at her as she could hear Melody’s black boots occasionally knock against the trap now under the table, but she figured she could wait until after the story about the cat family by the dumpster.

“How’d you know where to find me?” She wiped her hands, a hobby picked up whenever she ate. 

Melody swallowed. “Your mom was on the news when your…ambulance thing ripped a tree out the ground. You have the same nametag,” she reaches across the table, pointing to the embroidery on her chest. 

“It doesn’t feel like it,” Phoebe leaned on her arms. She was supposed to be mad about the whole thing. But the feeling behind her words didn’t feel angry, it felt like relief. Like she wanted to talk to someone about this, and it’d be okay.

Melody shrugged. “I think I get it.” Phoebe blinked. No one’s ever really “got it” before, if anything they just made assumptions. But some part of her trusted Melody to get it.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” She paused, eyes scanning Phoebe’s face like she was under a microscope. “Do you like doing it? Catching ghosts?”

Phoebe clenched her fists. “It’s what I live for.” Half truth. It was half of what she lived for.

“Then I think…you should keep doing it. Break the rules, if it makes you happy.” She said it like it was the simplest thing in the world. Phoebe puzzled over her easy morality- she knew what she knew was right and what she knew was wrong. Melody made life easy. Digestible.

Phoebe let herself laugh. “That’s all I’ve been doing lately.” As Melody’s grin grew, there was another chime of the front door. She leans out the booth, waving to the woman that must be her  aunt. She can’t see Phoebe from where she is, and she somewhat prefers it that, if it’ll save Melody from getting in trouble. A few patrons came in once they noticed the diner was open again, and Phoebe discreetly pulled her upper body free from the flight suit and proton pack, tying the arms around her waist.

Melody eventually had to help her aunt again, reluctantly getting back to work, though making sure she stayed in Phoebe’s line of sight. Their conversation through eye contact made Phoebe appreciate being unseen, just this once. It wasn’t until there was a low rumbling from the kitchen that she used her voice again.

“Is it always that loud?” She questioned, not knowing what “it” was. Melody looked over her shoulder in the middle of wiping the counter, her expression not what Phoebe was hoping for. As she opened her mouth to answer, the sound of a deep freezer toppling over shook the restaurant, and a ghastly entity flew out. In the chaos, a customer managed to get their phone out and dialed a particular phone number.

Callie pushed the front door open, takeout in hand, though there was no time to eat. As she put it back on the receiver, she pushed the alarm button. 

“Should we get Phoebe?” Trevor zipped up his flight suit, eyeing the ceiling. Callie shook her head, closing her locker.

The keys to the Ecto were still in her pants pocket, and she sighed as she had to zip down again. “She’s still pretty mad.” Callie fished them out, zipping up again. Her and the two boys piled into the car.

“She can’t just, like, sit in the backseat or something?” Trevor couldn’t help but feel a little bad for his sister. He could imagine how crappy she must be feeling all alone, all day. 

Callie raised an eyebrow at that. “Like a dog? She’d hate me even more.” She palmed Gary the keys. “She’ll be fine, Trevor. Thank you for caring.” 

Gary started down the streets of New York. “Poor kid. I hope she comes around.” Callie hummed in agreement. Phoebe was, generally, a good kid. A great kid, even. But she just…had a streak of reckless behavior when someone got in her path. She silently hoped to herself that she was in her room, cursing the world like every other angry teenaged girl as the car pulled up to the curb of a little diner.

Gary pushed the door open, and they rushed inside, guns literally blazing, examining the room.

“Ghostbusters,” Trevor started, sneakers slowing down as he noticed the calm atmosphere. Everyone in the room looked at them like they were aliens. “You called about a ghost?” Duh.

Callie looked around, stopping as she noticed Phoebe. Before her instincts made her yell, scold her for leaving home, she noticed a girl about her age sitting next to her, shoulder to shoulder as they both finished milkshakes. The blonde stranger said something, making Phoebe laugh, full and unashamed.

“Phoebe?”

“I already got rid of it,” she just short of rolled her eyes.

“You snuck out? Phoebe- you’re supposed to be-”

“Mom, can you calm down? I came to see my friend.” Her eyes pointed to the girl on her right, who gave Callie a polite wave. Her eyebrows shot up, before she remembered herself, waving back.

“I’m Callie” First name basis?

“Melody.” Callie nodded slowly, turning to Gary, who looked just as astonished as she did. 

“Do you need us to take you home later, Phebes?”

“I can walk.” 

She walked to the counter slowly, eyes flickering to Phoebe like she was a wild animal. “Trevor, are you hungry?” She pulled some spare cash out of one of her suit’s pockets.

“But we just got-” he was cut off as mom-shoes stepped over his toes, hard. As they sat at the counter, waiting on their food, they spared glances at the two teenagers.

Phoebe looked the best she had since she was officially grounded. She was smiling. A full smile, where both of the wolfish canines she inherited from her grandfather flashed themselves to the world. The line formed from her brows sitting along her eyes had virtually vanished.

“Sorry. About them.” Phoebe’s cheeks burned in the presence of her family as the trio finished and got ready to leave. Melody just ate the cherry out her glass. 

“My family’s weirder, I promise,” she licked the ice cream off her thumb. 

“Weirder than Trevor? Or Gary?” Phoebe looked at her incredulously. 

“Maybe.” She bumped her shoulder against Phoebe’s. There was that warmth again. 

“Is she sick?” Trevor speculated, pulling his seatbelt on. Callie smiled approvingly to herself. 

“Sure.”

[kelyon]

On the House 4

The only way for Gold to see Belle again is to go to a masquerade

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When Jefferson came through the door of the office, Gold cast aside the useless stack of papers in his hand. For the past quarter of an hour he hadn’t read anything or done any work whatsoever. He’d been too distracted, waiting for his secretary to come back with the morning post. 

“Well?” Gold asked by way of a greeting. Every day for the past week, he had given the same query, and every day for the past week, Jefferson had given the same answer.

“Nothing today.”

Of course not. 

Gold allowed himself a huff of irritation. 

It was a rare mission that Jefferson and his cohorts couldn’t accomplish to Gold’s satisfaction. The young man had a sharp mind and boundless energy, not to mention a certain cunning charm. He was a useful man on the street, keeping tabs on the goings-on of the city while Gold kept his hands clean in the quiet office above a pawn shop. 

Having taken off his coat, Jefferson exchanged the morning post for the bundle of papers that Gold had already read and remarked up on. One of Jefferson’s many duties was to take Gold’s brusque business decisions--loans denied, favors called in, collateral converted into cash--and pretty up the language before delivering the news to the recipient. 

“You have checked around the outside of the house, haven’t you?” Gold asked. “It’s possible she’d be hesitant to send anything by post. She might have dropped a note from a window in hopes that passers-by would pick it up.”

“That sounds like something from a cheap novel and you know it.” Jefferson shook his head. “Of course I planned for that possibility. I’ve had people skulking around every door, window and hedge of that house. It’s gotten so bad, some of them have gotten caught and had to pretend to be customers.” He sat down facing away from his small writing desk, his long legs stretched out in front of him. “There was a tight spot when young Tilly was pulled in, but apparently the house has a girl who caters to her own kind.” He chuckled. “That opened Tilly’s eyes considerably.”

Gold didn’t have time to dwell on his employee’s Sapphic epiphanies. He stood up from his desk. 

“So we’ve had our people inside the house and none of them have seen Miss French? There are no reports on her welfare?”

“None, and I have asked.” Jefferson pulled out a small notebook from his breast pocket and consulted it. “Our men--and Tilly--have enjoyed the company of a fancy blonde, a pregnant blonde, a confident girl with dark hair and brown eyes, and a timid girl with brown hair and brown eyes. Those last two were working in tandem. No one has mentioned curly brown hair and blue eyes. Not going to bed with her, nor even seeing her in the house.”

Gold gripped the handle of his cane. He had a powerful need to start smashing things. 

“What is Cora doing to her?” he muttered.

Jefferson got up to stand beside him. He leaned against the mantle of the fireplace.

“I could have someone go in and request Miss French specifically,” he offered. “Hell, I’d do it myself. Dress up like a gentleman, wave around enough of your money to match any price Cora set. My only hesitation is that such a maneuver might draw attention to the girl. Might make things worse for her.”

“We don’t know how bad things are,” Gold said mostly to himself. “How can we know how much worse they could get?” 

Jefferson looked to the side. He ran his tongue over his lips before he spoke. “Well if not me, then who? Hmm? If only there was a way to know for certain how your poor little Miss French was fairing. If only there was someone who could make Madame Cora sit up and beg. If only--”

“That’s quite enough,” Gold snapped. “As you said, we can’t draw attention to her. It will do Miss French no kindness to remind Cora of--of my involvement.” 

He did not name the specifics of what had happened between himself and Belle French. There was no name for the combination of pity and perversity the beautiful girl had stirred in him. No name for that quality which had drawn him to her--and which had upended Cora’s scheme to have him attached to one of her own daughters.

If there is any impulse of mercy in you, you won’t give Cora a reason to hate me. 

That night, while they were still entwined in her bed, Belle had begged him not to see her again. She had wanted nothing more than to live in peace with the madam who owned her home and her body, who controlled every aspect of her life. His desire had destroyed Belle’s peace, destroyed his own peace of mind along with it. For days, she had plagued his thoughts, the sweet girl who endured so much. Going to her again might ease his spirits, but it would only worsen her suffering. Cora would make sure of it.

He had written to Cora, the morning after his night with Belle. He had advised her not to take offense at his snub to her daughters and asked her to treat Miss French with kindness. After all, Cora had a rare and lovely bloom in her garden, it would be to her advantage to encourage such a blossom to flourish. He had sent a bouquet of white roses to illustrate the point, and requested her to convey his regard to Miss French. He would wait in expectation of a message.

Seven days later, no message had yet arrived. Nothing from Belle and nothing from Cora. In the many years of Gold’s association with Cora Mills, he had never been on the receiving end of her icy disdain. If this silence was a mark of her irritation toward him, he shuddered at the thought of what she was doing to someone entirely in her power.

“Have we seen her leave the house?” It was possible that Cora had secreted her away to some dank and foul prison.

“Night and day we’re watching and we haven’t seen a thing.” Jefferson checked his notebook again. “I’ve asked the neighbors and it seems Miss French has always been a homebody, even before the nature of the house changed. It’s not unusual for her to stay sequestered unless she’s going out on business. Word around town is when the daughters Mills first started attending society functions last year, they had a little shadow who would hold their belongings and quietly correct their etiquette.”

“Teaching whores to be ladies and ladies to be whores,” Gold muttered. 

“Both parties seem to have gotten the knack of their trades by now.” Jefferson closed his notebook. “Miss French hasn’t been seen with them in several months, except for larger occasions when the whole house is out in force.”

“She deserves so much better,” Gold said quietly.

He looked out the window, to the dingy street below him. Ragged children ran through the alleys and young girls sold oranges to passers-by. Weary mothers hung up washing and men took nips of gin while they waited for work to present itself. None of them were evil, but nothing in Gold’s sight had any glow of goodness either. Nothing soft or lovely or refined. This was one of the more respectable streets in the city, and it was worlds apart from the life Miss French had been promised. 

“A young lady spends her whole life sheltered from the world. She grows up knowing she’ll be cared for by her father, her husband. Then tragedy strikes and she finds herself alone. Destitute, with nothing to her name save other people’s debts…” Gold shook his head. “It isn’t right, what happened to her. It isn’t just.”

Jefferson regarded him quizzically. His head tilted at an angle, exaggerated by his signature oversized top-hat. 

“I thought I knew you,” he said soberly. “I’ve never heard you speak of justice as a desirable force in the world. Typically, I’d call you to be on the side of injustice, assuming it benefited you.”

Sinking into his chair, Gold considered that. Jefferson was correct. In his long career there had been plenty of injustices that he had turned a blind eye to, or even assisted. People came to him when they were desperate and he only bothered to help if they agreed to pay his price. There had been girls before Belle--pretty girls, sad girls, girls who had begged him for pity that he never gave.

Mr. Gold never gave anything to anyone. He had never bothered with kindness or mercy. The world was cruel, life was cruel. Success would only come to men who were every bit as heartless and unyielding.  

“Perhaps she changed me.” He shrugged off the possibility even as he named it. “Perhaps she makes me want to be a better man.”

“A good woman can do that,” Jefferson nodded. “Which makes losing them ever more the blow.” 

Gold looked at Jefferson, but said nothing. He never knew how to react when his friend broached the subject of his late wife. Losing her had been such a blow that Jefferson had almost run after her into the arms of death. 

The poor boy had lost a year or more to the madness of grief. It was only the thought of his young daughter being abandoned, raised by strangers, that had drawn him back to health and sanity. Gold had seen Jefferson through all of it, and had helped in all the meager ways he could. He couldn’t bring back the dead, but he could provide material goods. He put Jefferson to work, gave him an occupation for his time and his intellect. Young Grace was cared for and educated, and she had her father.

She, at least, would be spared the fate Belle suffered. If Gold did nothing else in his life, at least he had done that.

With a sigh, Gold turned to his correspondence. He opened the envelopes, read pleas for funds or for extensions on rent payments. He wrote brief notes for how Jefferson was to answer each. 

“I thought I had you decline the invitation to Cruella’s masquerade?”

Jefferson turned in his chair. “You did, and I did. Why?”

Between two fingers, Gold held up a small postal card. It reeked of cigarette smoke and gin. “She sent a note reminding me to attend tonight.”

The other man shrugged. “It’s not every day a widow comes out of mourning.”

“It is when you’re Cruella de Vil Reitherman Luske Geronimi Fineberg.” 

“Perhaps that’s why she wants you to come: She’s searching for husband number five.”

Gold scoffed. As if he didn’t have enough problems in that regard. He tossed the note into the rubbish bin and picked up his next letter. 

That match would never work. Cruella liked her men stupid, and Gold knew where too many of her bodies were buried--both figuratively and literally. If he knew Cruella’s parties, there would be plenty of men there who would suit her better. Those events attracted all types: Landed gentry, cash-rich businessmen, foreign dilettantes. Plenty of men for bloodthirsty women to get their claws into.

Gold dropped his pen. 

“Jefferson,” he said. “Did you mention that for certain events Cora’s whole house will go out to do business?” 

He grinned. He seemed to know what Gold was thinking. “I surely did.”

Hastily, he scrawled out a note. When the ink was dry, he sealed it and handed it to Jefferson. “Deliver this to Cruella yourself,” he instructed. “And while you’re out, you’d better see about getting me a mask.”

****

The costume was, Gold thought, a bit garish for his taste. Jefferson had stopped by a theater company and picked up a frock coat that appeared to be made of crocodile leather. Ridges down the spine and spikes around the neck added to the reptilian appearance. The inside was lined with cloth patterned to look like golden scales and there was painted gold lace at the sleeves. The coat was cut closer to the body than Gold usually wore, though not so tight as to prohibit movement. Jefferson hinted that there were leather trousers that completed the costume, but Gold insisted on wearing his regular suit underneath the coat and mask.

The mask was more or less a dragon, with horns and fangs and frilled ears. It seemed fashioned from the same brown, scaled leather as the coat, but decorated with glass beads strung on golden thread. The mask had a long, pointed nose with the upper lip curled into an impish grin. The lower half of the mouth and jaw were exposed. Nothing impeded the eyes from view once another person was close enough for conversation.

How effective a disguise would this actually be? How effective did it need to be? The goal was to see Miss French again, without rousing Cora’s ire. As his carriage made its way through the streets, Gold contemplated his own intentions. Would it be enough to merely see Miss French? Would he be able to determine her welfare from sight alone? Would he know from a simple conversation? Did he dare to ask her for more?

He licked his lips as his mind went back to the night he had spent with her. That closet of a room, cluttered with broken furniture and lit with candle-stubs. Her body like a delicate flame, pale and lovely and wavering as he touched her--as he brought her pleasure she had never sought before. Belle was a light, flickering in an ocean of darkness. She drew him in like a lure, a beacon. Her goodness, her sincerity--the honesty of her nature. Belle alone felt real, in a house that was built on artifice. 

Could he possibly leave her alone, after the rapture of being in her presence? Could a man in the desert walk away from an oasis?

The carriage stopped in front of Cruella’s mansion. Gold put his questions aside and tied a mask over his true face.

****  

In celebration of her fourth time coming out of widow’s mourning, Cruella de Vil had pulled out all the stops. Music poured out onto the street, along with excess revelers. Wine flowed and platters of food towered on sturdy tables. The city house she had inherited from her second husband was packed with masked faces and costumed bodies.

 Normally in a society occasion, it was a parlor trick to look at a person’s clothes and determine their status and station. This was how a discerning lady or gentleman knew who it was to their advantage to speak to, or who they could safely snub.

A masquerade upended such normalities. At an event like this, a king could be disguised as a beggar or a paid musician look like a bishop. This was a world of glass gems and painted gold, of wool tufts decorated to look like ermine fur. Monsters and goddesses walked freely among barbarians and milk maids, all of them drinking and dancing and making merry together.

In the midst of this riot of color and noise, Gold had to find a girl whose greatest skill seemed to be going unnoticed. 

He scanned the walls as he walked through the mansion, looking for anyone too timid to join in the fray. What would she be dressed as? How would he know her? He had no promise that she would even attend the ball, only a hunch that Cora wouldn’t let anyone in her employ pass up the opportunities of connections and coin that this event would bring to her enterprise.

It didn’t help that most of the women here had taken the masquerade as license to dress in a manner that made them indistinguishable from prostitutes. Cruella’s friends were known for being free-spirited under the best of circumstances. With inhibitions lowered even more, there was no telling if a woman was a married mother or a renowned courtesan. 

Certainly there was no telling if the men who leered down ladies’ necklines were suitors or customers. Did the men know what they were doing? Would they be stunned when the women they’d been having such ease flirting with insisted on coin before they allowed themselves to be charmed any further? All the flesh on display here was for sale, but respectable women didn’t demand payment until after marriage.

Under his mask, Gold frowned. He was having no luck wandering the halls. He should have brought Jefferson along with him. Jefferson and Tilly and all the others he’d had scouting Cora’s house for news of Miss French. Lacking any of those resources, he was reduced to asking for assistance from the least reliable source.

****

“Rochester, darling!”

Cruella held court on a balcony overlooking the main ballroom. She could see everything from up there and--more importantly--everyone could see her. Out of some kind of skewed respect for her supposed mourning, her gown was half-black and half-while. The bodice and long sleeves were white silk, with onyx--or black beads--sewn in as spots. The voluminous black skirt had pearls--or white beads--in the same pattern. She wore a red domino mask and a wig that split down the middle with black hair on one side and white on the other. There were red stones at her neck--certainly not rubies--and red opera gloves that went up into her sleeves. As was her custom, she smoked tobacco from a long cigarette holder and waved the thing animatedly as she shouted instead of spoke. 

“Darling, I was so thrilled to get your note that you were coming to my little soiree. It’s been ages since we’ve had a chance to chat!”

Gold gave Cruella a performative kiss on both cheeks. “You haven’t needed anything from me lately.”

She gave him a wide, red-lipped smile and led him to a couch where they could sit. A uniformed servant handed Cruella a small glass of gin. Gold smirked at that. Out of the gutter for years, yet Cruella had never lost the taste for her first love.

“Yes, I’ve done quite well for myself,” she said as she looked out at her party. “But you’re here anyway, aren’t you, darling? Is it possible this time you need something from me?” 

He took a moment to adjust his mask. “It might be possible,” he said. “Do you know if Cora is expected to attend tonight?”

Cruella’s lip curled at the mention of Cora’s name. “Oh yes, that bitch is here somewhere, with her pimped-out daughters and her flock of frightened geese.” She drank down her gin in one gulp. “I wouldn’t have invited her if she hadn’t promised to bring her whole house. She’s so stuck-up, even though she came from nothing, same as all of us. Where does that cunt get off thinking she’s better than me? I have ten times the wealth she does! Marriage made me an actual lady, not just a grasping snob.”

“It’s because you’re rich enough that the upper classes don’t mind you acting like a guttersnipe,” Gold explained coolly. “You break the rules Cora has to follow and you break them with style. And you do the work she thinks she’s too good for: You seduce your husbands, you marry them and you do your wifely duties.”

“With some of them I even enjoyed it, for a while.” Cruella took a long drag of her cigarette.

“I’m sure Cora thinks enjoyment is a waste of effort. She makes her money off of men’s pleasure, not her own.”

“What man ever could pleasure her?”

He didn’t answer that. 

“I suppose that’s why she out-sources now. She sees herself as a manager of her employees’ labor, and she sees you as little better than them.”

Cruella snorted. “Like I said, a complete bitch.”

“Do you know where she is?”

She rose from the couch, looked out over the balcony onto her party. After a moment Cruella gave a languid wave of her hand. 

“Looks like she’s set up shop in the eastern corridor. She’s got all her girls dressed up like flowers and she’s the Queen of Hearts.” She snorted again, then gave in to a full-throated laugh. “The Queen of Hearts! What a disguise for someone who has no heart at all!”

Pushing himself up with his cane, Gold rose and looked down at where Cruella had gestured. Now that he knew what to look for, it was easy to spot the little garden of flowers for rent. A full-figured woman dressed as a royal purple clematis twisted and climbed around a man clearly identifiable as Leopold, Duke of Neigebury. A red tulip seemed caught between two men--a serpent in a turban and the Knave of Hearts. There was a blue cornflower who kept her arms folded over her stomach, as though such a posture might conceal her pregnancy instead of emphasizing it. A pink aster flitted about the area, under the watchful eye of a dark-haired poppy. Presiding in the center of them all was a woman in a crown, with a red and white dress and a heart-shaped mask.

And close to her side--a white rose.      

He didn’t think. His legs seemed to move of their own accord, taking his body where he needed to go without once stopping to confer with his head. It was her, he knew it was her, and he needed to see her more than he needed air. 

Pushing his way through the crowd, Gold dimly noticed the high population of men in this area. Old and young and in-between, alone or in close groups. Some talking to the women clustered around the marble columns, some hanging back and watching, envy combining with the lust in their eyes.  

Cora’s girls were not the only ones working tonight. There was no confusing the women in this corridor for what they were. From their costumes to their cosmetics to their bold, direct stares, they advertised what they had to offer any man who could pay for it. Their brash voices may have spoken the words of flirtation, but they held the clear tone of trade. 

“We could walk in the garden, sir. It’s so quiet and dark out there, we’re sure to be alone.”

“Tell me more of your estate, my lord. Is it very large?”

“It’s always so thrilling to meet a man who knows how to handle his weapon!” 

“They’re not my rules, but Madame Cora’s: If you come to the house it’s two guineas. For me to go home with you is five. Or, for just one shiny gold coin, you can have me here and now, sir.”

There was an edge to these conversations, a raw steel of desperation. After all, any man could be behind these masks. A girl might make herself the mistress of the prime minister if she offered her charms to the right disguise. The ravenous desire--the need these women had for security, for success, for another night of food in their bellies--was matched only by the hunger their clients had for their bodies. All of them--the buyers and the sellers--were garish and grasping, as heated as dogs in rut.

The only relief came from the white rose. She alone was serene in her beauty, as lovely as the moon. Modestly gowned in alabaster satin, she seemed to float above the animalistic throng. She was peace in the chaos, light in the darkness. 

Gold went to her. Brushing past Cora, he took the hand of the white rose. It was longer than he remembered, but perhaps that was due to her gloves. The heat of her crept into his skin--into his hands as he held her, then his lips as he pressed them to her fingers.

He opened his mouth to speak, unsure of what to say. His eyes traveled slowly up her body, taking in every inch of her graceful form. Why did he remember Belle being short? The woman in front of him was tall and strong-featured. The mask of white rose petals did little to disguise her sharp jaw and--

Gold dropped the hand he was holding.

Under the mask of the white rose, poison-green eyes looked out at him with triumph.

“Why Mr. Gold!” The voice had a well-taught accent, a practiced imitation of natural class and sophistication. “What a pleasure it is to see you again!”

Straightening, Gold gave a tight bow. “Zelena,” he said curtly.

Shamelessly brazen, Zelena Mills wrapped her arm around his, trapping him. Gold took a moment to be grateful for the thick hide of crocodile leather that separated his flesh from hers. She began to pull him towards the central ballroom, away from the other girls.

“Do you dance, Mr. Gold?”

With his free hand, he stomped his cane into the ground and wrested out of Zelena’s grasp. His blood boiled, but he fought to keep his composure. This wasn’t her fault.  Zelena Mills was just a pawn in this game. Her costume had been bait but it was his stupidity that had sprung the trap.

“I do not.” 

His teeth clicked against each other as he let out the clipped words. It was an effort not to snarl at the girl. He held up his cane as evidence of his inability to go with her. 

“I’m sure you will find another partner,” he said politely. “Quite soon.”

He had barely turned away from Zelena when Cora was in front of him. Her mask was on a stick and she had set it down to speak with him.

She was smiling. The warm, effortless smile was just as much a false face as every other mask on display tonight.

“I hoped Zelena’s disguise would tempt you to come out of hiding, Mr. Gold. If I had known of your affinity for white roses, I would have offered them to you years ago.”

He took a step forward. “Where is she? She is here, isn’t she?”

“Of course she’s here,” Cora said airily. “Little chit has to earn her keep, doesn’t she? And the cost of keeping her has gone sky-high in the past week or so. Poor thing has had to keep so busy--”

“Where?” Gold growled. “Where is Miss French?”

Cora raised her eyebrows in an expression that conveyed both surprise and amusement, but she allowed his passion to go otherwise unremarked. 

“Unless she’s closed the deal much more quickly than normal, the girl is behind the column there, speaking with Monsieur de Chasse. He seems quite smitten with her, though that may be because she’s the only woman here who can speak French. Or at least,” Cora smiled, “the cheapest woman here who can speak French.”

Without another word, Gold stalked again through the crowd.

****

This time, he was not fooled. This time, he saw what was in front of him, instead of what he wanted to see. This time, he looked at the shape of the woman he sought, at her small feet in red slippers, at the tumble of chestnut curls and the pert, pink lips that peeked out from under her red mask. He listened, and he knew her voice, even if he didn’t understand the language.  He was finally close enough to see her beautiful blue eyes.

For a moment, all Gold could feel was relief. He had found her at last. She was alive, she was well. Whatever horrors Miss French may have suffered, at least she was standing. His actions had not taken everything from her. The possibility existed that they could be together again.

Then Gold’s perception widened and his relief soured. Belle’s costume of a red rose was scandalous even for this company. All of Cora’s flowers wore green stockings, but Belle was the only one who displayed where the stockings ended--in garters halfway up her thighs, baring a full inch of creamy flesh before the hemline of her skirt. Some diabolism of corsetry hoisted her breasts so far up over her neckline that such a line might as well not exist. 

Two small rose petals clung to her skin in a desperate attempt to conceal her nipples. There were more petals, haphazardly glued over her bare arms and across her chest. A thorn vine wrapped around her neck and suddenly the petals looked like drops of blood.

Her skirt was circles of scarlet fabric, overlapping to resemble larger petals. The fabric gapped directly in front of her womanly places. It had to be deliberate, someone had done this to her. The scraps of material opened like curtains, inviting themselves to be parted and entered. The only gesture at decency was to affix a cloth rosette at the apex of the area--the shape of which only advertised the part of Belle’s body that it was supposed to be hiding. Glass beads were sewn onto the blooming flower, giving the impression of dew on the crimson petals--or wetness on a woman’s flesh.

Gold gripped the handle of his cane so hard it dented the silver. 

This was obscene. 

The man in front of Belle was dressed as Orion, the hunter of Greek myth. His costume left him bare-chested and bare-legged, displaying a physique suitable for a mighty god. Coarse, black hair covered every last inch of his muscled body. He loomed over Belle, who had backed herself into the column and seemed to want to make herself one with the stone. 

The brute had a club, a thick thing the size of his forearm. As he spoke, he kept using the club to part Belle’s cloth petals and play with her rosette. The club was so large it threatened to crush the flower if he pressed too hard. And this man seemed the sort to press hard.

“...dans mon château à Lyon…”

Gold’s French was best suited for business dealings, but he understood that the man was boasting about his country house and all the fine hunting that could be had there. Something about la lance piquer poulette. 

Belle nodded her understanding, but her smile was tight. Her naked shoulders shook, ever so slightly. When she brought a coupe of champagne up to her lips, her grip was so stiff Gold saw the tendons in her ungloved hand. He felt how badly she wanted to break the glass over this Orion’s face.

A single tear rolled out from under her mask.

That snapped Gold into action. He crossed the short distance that separated them and thrust himself bodily between Belle and the hunter. 

She gasped. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. 

Gold ripped off his mask, revealing himself to her. “Cora or no Cora, you’re not staying here another minute.”

Then he grabbed Belle by the wrist and pulled her away. He didn’t turn when the Frenchman started shouting, “Attendez! Arretez! Elle est à moi!” He only paused for a moment when they passed by Cora.

She didn’t speak. Her expression was as emotionless as stone. She was furious. 

Gold reached into his pocket and picked out five golden coins. With an exaggerated bow, he scattered them on the ground at Cora’s feet.

Then he turned on his heel and all but dragged Belle to his carriage. 

[saiyan98]

Childhood Love Story (Childhood AU) Part 3

Disclaimer:

Leo Valdez: The following is a non-profit fanbase series. PJO, HoO and ToA are owned by Rick Riordan and Disney Hyperion. Please support the Official release.

Inspired by another Fanfiction I read called Safety Patrol (In Fanfiction.Net)/ Something More (In Archive of Our Own) made by EthnicToken (Fanfiction.Net)/ StarriNights (Archive of Our Own).

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Summary:

Leo and Calypso have been neighbors and friends since kindergarten. The two were inseparable all the way to high school. However, in their Junior years, Calypso was about to confess to her crush, Percy Jackson. However, he turned her down and made her realize that who she truly loves is her best friend, Leo. Will she finally let her true feelings out? Or will she bury them deep in her heart, never to see light?

Story:

Calypso looked everywhere in the library, but Leo was nowhere to be found. 

“Maybe he’s at the Mechanic’s Clubroom?” She thought. She headed toward a small garage near the school where some students go when doing some mechanical projects for their club. Leo would tend to be there every now and then but due to his… wild ideas, he was not allowed to work on any projects there. Instead, he tends to help out the other students when they ask for his help. 

Calypso looks around to find Leo. Then suddenly, someone spoke inside. Calypso peeked in the garage and saw Leo with another girl. A club member named Jessie. She has brown hair and wears a little bandanna on her forehead. She’s wearing a jumpsuit that all club members wear when they’re in the garage. 

‘What’s going on?’ Calypso thought. 

“So… I… I like you… for a very long time.” 

Calypso's heart stopped for a second and realized what was going on. Leo was getting confessed by a girl. She’s panicking, fearing that Leo will accept her confession. That Jason was wrong and he doesn’t see her as a lover. 

“So… will you go out with me?” She asked. It was quiet for a moment, putting suspense on his answer.

“Yeah, I’d love that.”

Calypso lost her breath and her heart just stopped instantly, as if it shattered into many pieces and was unable to be rebuilt. Tears were starting to fall on her cheeks and before anyone could spot her, she ran off. 

She failed. 

She should’ve realized the truth of her feelings a long time ago and confessed to him. He was always by her side through thick and thin. He was there for her when she was heartbroken; he was there when she got her first period; he was there when she was grieving the loss of her sister. He was there when she needed help with her garden and fixed up her tools as well. He was always there for her. And now… he won't be anymore. He’ll be too busy with his girlfriend and won’t make time for her. And the thought alone is unbearable.

Meanwhile, back at the garage. 

“And Scene!” Leo said. “And that’s how you’ll confess to him, okay?” 

Jessie sighs, “Leo, there’s no point in practicing! I’m just gonna make a mistake and end up stuttering on my words!”

Calypso was unaware that Leo was actually helping Jessie practice her confession to her crush. 

“Besides, I’m not even that pretty.” 

“Looks aren’t everything, Jessie. Plus I think you have a fair amount of charm on you. Look, the guy you like seems like he’s totally into you. I mean, he practically comes and visits everyday just to see you. There’s literally no reason for anyone to come here unless it’s us club members. Look… If a guy like me can get a girl like Khione, then you’ll definitely hit it off with your crush.”

“Didn’t she use you just to get to Jason?” 

“She did, but she saw me as a threat to one of the hottest guys in school. So…” 

Jessie snickered, “Did you just call Jason Grace hot?” 

“Yes, but don’t tell him. It’ll go to his head.” 

Jessie rolled her eyes and thanked him for support. She ran off, leaving Leo by himself. 

He really should take his own advice and just confess to Calypso. But, the thought of their friendship ending because of his love for her was too much to bear. He was content with just being her friend. 

But he wants more.

Is it wrong to be selfish sometimes?

Leo and Jason met up at the Library as usual but Calypso was a no show. Both are unaware that she saw the confession and did not know it was simply an act. 

“She usually comes here,” Leo said, concerned. 

“I’m sure she’s just caught up with some of her other friends.” 

Leo grumbled, “I guess, so what do you want to talk about?” 

Jason told the news that he finally asked Piper out and she said yes. 

“FINALLY!” Leo yelled. “It’s about damn time!” 

“Shut up! I don’t want to hear that from you! You still haven’t confessed to Calypso.” 

“And I told you, I’m fine where we’re at.” 

“No you’re not, and you know it.” 

“Can we just focus on you right now?” 

Jason sighs but nodded. 

The two talked about how his date is gonna go. Jason’s gonna take Piper to the Pier and go on some of the rides and play some games. He’s hoping to take her to a nice restaurant and confess his feelings to her. If things go smoothly, Jason might have a shot. 

“If Calypso was here, she’d give us a woman’s point of view,” Leo said. “Where is she?” 

“I already told her earlier today. She already knew. In fact, she was supposed to see you afterwards.” 

Leo was now getting more concerned until the bell rings, announcing for next class. 

“Head to class, Jason. It’s my free period right now. I’m gonna go find Sunshine.” 

Jason understood and nodded. As Jason headed off to class, Annabeth came in, looking for Leo. She saw him and marched toward him, furiously.

“What did you do this time?!” Annabeth asked angrily. 

“I swear, this time I didn’t do anything.” 

“Then why is Calypso crying in the girl’s bathroom?!” 

“What?!” Leo said. “Where?!” 

Annabeth told him that she found her crying in the girls bathroom on the second floor. Leo ran off to find her when he started hearing crying in the bathrooms. He knocks the door just to make sure no one else was in there. 

“Calypso?” Leo said. 

“Go away, Leo!” Calypso said, sobbing. 

“Calypso? What’s wrong?” he said, concerned. “Did something happen? Was it your dad again?” 

Calypso's dad was the reason her sister died and for some reason is fighting a custody battle with her mother for her. The truth was that he doesn’t care about her health at all, he just using her for his selfish gains. 

“No…” She replied. 

“Was Khione being an Ice Queen again?” 

“No…” 

“Then, what’s wrong? Tell me, please? I don’t like to see you upset. If it’s about Percy-” 

Calypso slams open the door and Leo sees her with puffy eyes and tears flowing down her cheeks.

“What’s wrong?! You! That’s what’s wrong! You just love playing with a woman's heart, never thought that maybe what you’re doing hurts them! Have you ever thought about how I felt?!”

Leo was confused. He genuinely does not know what he did that made her upset.

“Look, I’m sorry for whatever I did. But Sunshine-”

“AND DON’T CALL ME THAT! I’M NOT YOUR SUNSHINE! YOU ARE THE WORST! I DON’T WANT TO EVER SEE YOU AGAIN!” She yelled and ran off

Leo just stood there, confused and shocked at what just happened.  He doesn’t know what he did that made her this upset, but he needs to find a way to apologize. 

The thought of his Sunshine hating him hurts more than every confession he was denied. 

The day arrived for Jason’s date with Piper, but he was very concerned about the argument Leo and Calypso had. Leo told him of what happened and he was just as confused as him. Nobody seems to know why she yelled at him and it’s making Leo worried. 

“Don’t worry about me, Jason. Go enjoy your date. You earned this moment. This is my mess so I’ll clean it up… somehow.”

That’s what Leo said. 

As soon as Jason arrived at Piper’s place and rang her doorbell, she opened it and he was speechless. She was dressed casually, but to him she is the most beautiful being on the planet. 

“Hey Sparky,” Piper said, smirking.

“H-hey, Pipes,” Jason stuttered. Piper chuckles at his shyness but grabbed his hand gently. 

“Ready to go?” She asked. He nodded and the two headed off to the Pier. Their date was going smoothly, they went on a couple of fun rides and games. Piper was having a really good time, which gives Jason some hope that this date may end up with a chance to be in a relationship with her. 

“I’m having a fun time, Jason,” She said.

Jason blushed and replied, “Me too… it’s fun with you around.” 

As the two continued walking around, Piper had to use the bathroom real quick. Meanwhile, Jason spotted Calypso by one of the benches near the sides of the pier. 

“Calypso?” Jason said. “What are you doing out here?” 

“Oh… hey Jason. I… I just came here to avoid Leo.” 

“I heard that you two argued, but what happened?” He asked. 

“Leo… L-Leo…” Calypso started to cry. “I was too late, Jason. Another girl already confessed to Leo and he said yes.”

“What?” Jason said. 

“It’s true, I saw it with my own eyes.” 

Jason was surprised. Leo did tell him earlier before the fight, he was helping a club member practice so that she can confess. He now understands what happened. 

This was all a misunderstanding. 

“Wait, Calypso, I think you misunder-”

“It’s fine, Jason. I knew it was a waste. This was my punishment for realizing too late my feelings. You go enjoy your date. I’ll… I’ll be okay.”

Jason wanted to tell her the truth, but he can see that she won’t listen.

The only person that can talk to her is Leo. And he’s currently at home, working on a way to make up with her. 

The whole situation was just frustrating and Jason’s the only one who has all the answers. But if he does this, it’ll ruin his date with Piper. 

“I’m back,” Piper said. “Something wrong?” 

“Oh, uh… nothing. Just thinking about some stuff.” 

“Oh okay, then shall we get going?”

The two kept walking, but Jason was still thinking about Leo and Calypso’s situation. After a short while, it was time to get something to eat.

“You want to grab something to eat?” She asked.

“Uh before we do. There’s… something I want to ask.” 

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Well… why did you agree to go on a date with me? I mean, you’re funny, pretty and all the guys and girls like you. I just want to know why me?”

Piper was quiet for a moment, then answered.

“Because you’re kind.” 

“What?” 

Piper blushed, “Last year, you were always supportive of my suggestion for the project, yet you also guided me so that I didn’t make any mistakes. I also saw how you are with your friends. You always give them support and push them to do the right thing. You never asked for anything in return nor do you put others in harm's way. You weren’t just some high school cliche Jock. You were more than that. You were… a good guy. Like a real hero.”

Jason's heart stopped. 

It was at that moment he realized he truly had fallen in love with this girl. And it pains him that she’s right. 

He brought out a frustrating sigh.

“Jason?” Piper said with concern. 

“I’m sorry, Pipes. You’re gonna hate me for this. And you have every right to be. But, I need to go help a friend.” 

Before Piper could reply. Jason already ran off to his car.

To get Leo.

To fix this mess. 

Meanwhile, Leo was trying to figure out what he can do to have Calypso forgive him. It’s only been a day and he misses her badly. He misses her sassy remarks; her laugh; her judgemental look toward him. But most of all, he misses her smiles.

If he doesn’t fix this soon, he’ll lose her forever. 

HONK HONK

Leo heard a car horn outside his house and looked out the window. He sees Jason in his car. Leo ran outside to see what was going on.

“Jason? What are you doing out here? Did you just ditch Piper on your date?!”

“Shut up and get in!” Jason said. 

“What? What are you-”

“JUST SHUT UP AND GET IN!” Jason yelled. 

Jason has never yelled at Leo before. This baffled him but he obeyed and got in; he did not want to make Jason more mad. Jason drove off and explained to Leo what happened. 

“I found out why Calypso was mad. She saw you and Jessie practicing and she assumed it was real.”

“What?” 

“She told me.”

“But why would she get mad over that? I was only-”

“BECAUSE SHE LOVES YOU! YOU DUMBASS!” Jason yelled. “After she confessed to Percy, he told her that he thought she was dating Leo. Afterwards, she realized she was in love with you the whole time!”

Leo was shocked and speechless at the sudden news. 

“T-there’s no way that she loves me.” 

“Really?! Think of all the guys she was crushing on! Literally every guy has some sort of trait similar to you! Odysseus was as smart as you; Drake was courageous as you; and Percy is just as loyal as you! She was subconsciously in love with you and it took Percy to help her realize the truth! And now, she’s crying at the Pier thinking it’s too late! So I had to leave Piper to get you to clean this mess!” 

“What?!” Leo said. “She’s at the Pier, alone?!” 

“Yes! Calypso is crying and I left Piper too; all so I can help you clean up your mess! I just ruined my one chance to be with the girl I like so that you can be with your true love!” 

Leo was baffled at Jason’s intention. He ruined his own date to help Leo apologize to Calypso and confess their true feelings. 

Leo truly was a dumbass.

He owes both Jason and Piper an apology.

They arrived at the Pier. 

“Jason, I-”

“Save it. Just go get your girl,” Jason replied. 

“I owe you one,” Leo said and ran off.

He owes Jason more than one for this one.

Calypso looks around as she continues to sit on the bench. She remembers when she was little and she and Leo would go there with his mom. They’d go on every ride and play every game available. She remembers one time they were at a shooting game and Leo won a teddy bear. He gave it to her because he thought it was childish.

She still has it in her room and kept it since. 

They had so much fun together and were alway by each other’s side. And now, Calypso regrets never being able to tell her true feelings to her Leo. 

“I wonder if they’re having fun right now,” Calypso said, wondering about Leo and Jessie.

“Sunshine!” 

Calypso jumped a bit as she heard his voice. As if just thinking about him summons him.

“Leo?! What are you doing here?” 

Panting, Leo replied, “Sorry, Sunshine. I know you don’t want to see me. But, I had to find you.” 

“Why? Shouldn’t you be out with Jessie?” She asked with a harsh tone. 

“That’s why I’m here. This is a huge misunderstanding.” 

“What do you mean?” 

Leo explained to her what happened at his club. However, she refused to believe since it sounds like a cliche thing to happen in romantic-comedy movies. 

“There’s no way that happened.” 

“But it did, Sunshine!” Leo said. “And even if she did confess to me, I’d turn her down.”

“Why? You dated other girls before; isn’t that you wanted? To have a girlfriend?!”

“I only want you!”

He finally said it. 

“Every girl I try to go for shares some similarity to you! You’re funny; smart; beautiful and not afraid to get your hands dirty!”

Calypso wants to believe, but she feels like Leo is only doing this out of pity. 

“That’s not true!” 

“Why do you think I’ve always asked you when I went off to see a show? Or those times we spent at the treehouse. And what about those times you cried after every rejection you went through?” 

“You did it because you’re my friend. We’ve been friends since we were kids.” 

“Exactly, Sunshine!” 

“Don’t call me-”

Calypso got interrupted when Leo moved forward and kissed her. 

Her brain and heart halted for a second as she realized what was happening. Suddenly, her memory of their first kiss came back to her. 

“That didn’t happen!” Calypso said, blushing. 

But Leo was dazed at what just happened but nodded. 

Neither wanted to admit that it was amazing.

And now, back at the present, Calypso was one that was shocked. Leo slowly distanced himself and said, “That did happen, Sunshine. I… I love you.”

Her eyes were getting teary out of the sudden confession. 

“I’ve always loved you and always will. I can’t imagine my life without you. You’re my best friend; my partner in crimes… my first and only true love. I’d follow you and save you from every hell that awaits us, especially college.”

Calypso laughed but was still tearing up from his words.

“I… I love you too, Leo.”

Leo let out a huge breath of relief. 

“Oh thank god, I thought I was gonna have to get a jukebox and play it by your window,” Leo joked.

Calypso laughed, “You are such an idiot sometimes.”

She kissed him.

The two held on to each other tightly, fearing that this was all a dream and that they’ll wake up. But they didn’t; they’re feelings finally let out and they have each other now. 

Meanwhile, Jason spotted the two as he went after Leo. He sees them kissing and let out a sigh.

“It’s about damn time,” He said.

“You said it.” 

Jason jumped and looked behind him and saw Piper there.

“Piper?!” 

“Hey.” 

“What are you doing here?”

“I was wondering why you ran off, then I saw Calypso there earlier. I kind of put two and two together.”

“Yeah… I’m sorry.”

“You should be,” She said. “If I knew you were helping them get together, I’d have help too.” 

“What?” 

“I swear, those two took their damn time.” 

“So, you’re not mad at me?” 

“Oh I’m mad.” 

Well, there goes Jason’s hope.

“But you can pay me back with another date,” Piper smirked.

“What?!” Jason said. 

Piper laughed and replied, “I had a really great time with you. And like always, you put others before yourself. Always acting like a hero for everyone.”

She took his hand and squeezed it gently. 

“But even heroes deserve to be loved too,” She said as she pulled Jason by his shirt collar and kissed him. 

Time has passed and as Senior year was near its end, we found our main couple up in their little treehouse by the backyard, cuddling.

“Leo?” Calypso said. But Leo was not responding since they did take a quick nap during break. She sighs and climbs on his lap and flicks his forehead. 

“Ow!” He said. He looked up and saw his Sunshine on him and smirked.

“Now this is the best way to wake up.” 

“Oh really? Getting flicked by your pissed off best friend?” She said.

“No, waking up from my beautiful girlfriend who’s also on my lap… half naked.”

Calypso blushed as she remembers earlier before they napped that they had a very intense make-out session that most likely the neighborhood has heard. She’s gonna be too embarrassed to face the neighbors now. 

“Shut up! That was your fault for being-”

“Cute? Irresistible?” Leo interrupted.

“Irritating,” She finished.

Leo laughed but held Calypso by her waist. 

“Admit it, you love me just the way I am,” He said as he kissed her by the neck. 

“Whatever,” She said, unable to reply well due to his kisses. “Please tell me you got everything set for college?” 

“I did, don’t worry. We’re still getting a nice apartment close to the university, just the two of us.”

Calypso smiled. 

After they finally confessed, the two were back to their old self. Except this time, it was mixed with some strong affections and whispers and several other lovey-dovey stuff. Especially the most spicy moments, like what they just did earlier. And now, high school is almost over and they’re both graduating. Their plan is once they head to college, they’ll have a nice little apartment together to save up money and hopefully one day, come back home to take over the family business, or at least, Leo’s family’s business.

“I still think we should add some entertainment in the garage,” Calypso says. “It’d be nice for some people who come to the shop. Oh, and we should definitely have a restaurant too, giving the visitor a place to relax while you work on their cars.” 

Leo chuckled, “You do realize it’s my family business?” 

“And what? Am I not family?” Calypso frowned as Leo stopped his action and stared at her.

“What?”

“I mean, you said that after college you were going to take after the shop and you want by your side, right?”

Leo blush as she points toward the old drawings on the wall. 

“W-we were kids, Sunshine! I wasn’t thinking and-”

Calypso cupped his cheeks and kissed him gently but passionately. She let go and leaned her forehead to his. 

“Well neither am I. Right now, I’m listening to my heart. And it’s telling me to never let you go. Never again. I love you, Leo.”

Leo’s heart took a big leap and can’t stop himself from grinning. 

“I love you too, Calypso. Always.” 

Leo kisses her passionately, then continues down toward her neck and lower. Calypso moans as he continues to shower her with all of his love and more.

I think it’s safe to assume that in the end, they lived happily ever after.

[eliotadrift]

( @creativepromptfills 💛)

It’s been a decade, a dozen planets and twice as many ships since Effie last saw her brother and this reunion still might have come too soon.

Jonah looks pretty much the same as she remembers, dark hair maybe a little thinner but everything else unchanged. Effie’s hair is a disarray of blonde curls, but their brown eyes are still identical. The only memento they share from yet another family member Effie would much rather forget all together.

“Effie,” Jonah tries. “You don’t have to—”

“Shut up,” she snaps, regretting her decision not to shove a gag into his mouth when she secured him to the chair. Jonah wouldn't fight her, she’s sure of, but it won’t do for the rest of her team to think she’s gone soft if she arrives with an unbound prisoner.

Jonah isn’t supposed to be on this little ship. No one is supposed to be on this ship. It’s an unmanned hopper, delivering goods between planets. It’s why Effie specifically offered to do the jump; less chance of her needing to use the compact little pistol strapped to her suit if no humans are involved.

Effie works for good people—for a good cause, anyway. Their methods are a little more ruthless than she anticipated when she first joined. When she was drawn in by a private bunk and a promise of doing some good in the world. A tiny little spit of a fourteen-year-old missing a finger on each hand showed Effie the best way to secure their tell-tale blue headband in amongst her curls, but she hadn’t seen that as the bad sign it should have been. Not for a while.

“Effie,” Jonah says again, and she kicks his chair, spinning it to face away from her. She needs to focus; she needs to get into the controls and reroute back to their ship so they can restock on supplies.

It’s not like the settlement won’t be fine. When the ship doesn’t arrive tomorrow as planned the dispatchers will give a shrug and send off another one. Effie’s people will even let them have the ship back, set it to drift in the direction it came from to be picked up at some time in the future.

They’re not monsters. They’re just hungry.

“Why are you doing this?” Jonah asks. “You’re better than this.”

How would he know?

The security system is non-existent, auto-pilot easily overridden, the coordinates Effie has burned into her memory easily slotted into place. Risky to go back with someone else on the ship, she shouldn’t do it, should take care of it. Of him—Jonah.

The lecture she’ll get for not will be ringing in her head for weeks.

“Why are you here?” Effie asks, ignoring him. “Not like you were flying the ship.”

Effie is surprised to see him aboard a ship at all. He never liked them. Their childhood mostly spent upon them only made Effie indifferent, but Jonah hated every second. Effie always imagines Jonah on a planet as green and lush as the doctored images of Earth idealists like to imagine waiting for them if humanity can ever make its way back home. When Effie bothered to think about Jonah at all.

Jonah always wanted to get his feet on solid ground, she figured once he got there, he would never give it up again.

“I didn’t know you’d started working with them,” Jonah says. And how would he? “I sometimes miss that little girl you once were.”

Effie grits her teeth, braces her hand against the edge of the console and stares out of the large, curved window. Space is unfathomably large and dark before them, the sight of it always makes her heart beat a little too fast. Soon there will be something to look at out the window, the ship she calls home beckoning them from the gloom.

“I don’t,” Effie says. Remembering how she let herself go hungry, how she never stood-up for herself, or anyone, or anything.

“She was a coward.”

Effie touches the gun at her hip. She really doesn’t like using it, but she likes having it. There’s power there, something she’s never had before, even if every other person in this godforsaken galaxy has one too.

“You really don’t have to do this,” Jonah says and his voices pitches towards panic. Does Jonah think she might shoot him? “You shouldn’t do this.”

Effie whirls around, kicking his chair again so he spins back to face her.

“And why not?” Effie spits. “Why do they deserve this food more than we do?”

Jonah’s brow creases. “This is about food? You’re doing all this for the food? Are you insane? Set the ship back on course, you can come live with me. I’ll take care of you, like I always did.”

Effie snorts, Jonah’s memories of their childhood clearly don’t match hers. “You left.”

“I was going to come back for you,” Jonah says quickly.

“Did you?” Effie asks.

Jonah looks away, over her shoulder out the window. Effie waited for him, longer than she should, but she always wondered if he had turned up, right after she eventually left.

His silence giver her then answer she’s waited so long for. No, he didn’t.

Prompt #1011

"I sometimes miss that little girl you once were."

"I don't, she was a coward."

[iceofqueensword]

#stories_iceofqueensword

This hashtag is meant to help finding posts from the same topic. I don't post this story in a chronological order right now, I post it with my imagination and inspiration. When I end it, I probably will try to organise it... Somehow.

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Character's introduction:

Kim Jae Hee - 17 years old idol, half Korean. She came to Korea at the young age to achieve her dream and live a better life with her grandmother. She is going through challenges, that start to affect not only her, but everyone around.

...

Jaehee's dream

— You don't like them anymore???

In the empty white room with nothing, but walls, there were two girls. One was looking like a fantasy creature: white long hair, red eyes and fair skin, she was wearing a white long shirt, reminding a hospital gown.

Another girl was looking pretty normal with her dark hair, brown eyes and typical teenager's clothes. Just extremely skinny figure was making her look unreal too.

Jaehee, the normal looking one, sighed.

— It's them. They don't like me anymore.

— They are paying attention to your creativity. Watching your social media posts, coming to fanmeetings... How are they not your fans???

The white looking girl, whom name was Dream, was responsible for Jaehee's broken brain. She was coming every night to the idol and discussing different things. After these dreams Jaehee was sleepy and tired, as if she didn't sleep at all.

— They brought red roses to the last meeting. Do you remember... How one of them has brought a rose on the next day , right after I mentioned, that I dislike them — in a live translation? If this is not a sign of hate, then I don't know what is... — Jaehee drop a tear. — Honestly, if they started to dislike me, why don't they just ignore me? Why coming to me and doing something that will make me upset? I was naive to think, that if I tell my fans what I dislike, it will prevent me from being triggered. Thanks god, I didn't tell it's related to my parents' death.

— Also you being assaulted as a child, — added Dream, sitting on an invisible chair, swinging her legs.

— No... It was not roses, it was a red car and a red sweater on me... Well, on me it was only in the beginning, but... Let's not talk about it now, — Jaehee frowned.

Idol turned around, as if she was scared of someone's listening to them, and continued:

— They did show it clearly, that they dislike me. But I don't understand why! What is the reason? What made them so angry at me?..

Dream smiled cunningly:

— Maybe because you showed sympathy to one of them?

— Yeah... The one who hates me the most... Very ironic. I should be more thorough to the signs before. Maybe, he was angry that I don't see him disliking me? That's why he made it this obvious, so I don't miss it? But why?.. There's no way he is afraid of me following him. I don't have this power. I simply can't leave a house when I want, people would follow me all the time! I am scared of them touching me, how can I do it to someone else?!

— There are other ways to make someone suffer. Maybe, he wasn't happy about you showing your sympathy to him. Because many like you, and if your feelings are not mutual, imagine the amount of hate he will get!

— Or maybe he is simply taken, — said idol. — Either way, he dislikes me, therefore I should hide my feelings. I already did it once... Do you remember, how happy he looked?.. That hurts, but it happens. Not every feeling is mutual, it's not supposed to be all the time how we want it...

Dream walked from side to side.

— He definitely showed sympathy before, there's no way he was taken at that moment.

Jaehee looked confused.

— Definitely?.. I wouldn't call it definitely... Every time I felt deeply unsafe, trying to understand, what's going on inside of his head. He — even if he did have feelings before — is hiding it very well...

Dream stopped.

— Wait! You didn't see it?..

Jaehee shaked her head.

— I asked him to not lie — he did; I asked him for a meeting in a certain place — he refused; he leaked my number to other people... How can he like me? If... you're doing something that hurts the other person, you don't like them... That's simple.

Jaehee sighed again.

— What's the point of this conversation, if in the present he doesn't like me? It's hard to hide my happiness when I see him, but if I truly like him, I should do it. Because me being expressive makes him uncomfortable.

— Hm... Then what about others? They look more offended by something, rather than scared of you. It looks like they still do like you.

— Yeah, bringing a hella bouquet of red roses, — said Jaehee sarcastically. — Doing everything that hurts me to show love — what kind of love language is it? I don't understand it... Please, Dream, stop. It's the dead end. Their love is gone, like a banner said, I am not their favorite idol anymore, and I still love them. That's all. Their happiness is my priority, and if my presence failed to make them happy, then my absence will. I already saw it once, how happy they seemed, when I said I will ignore the one who hates me the most, just couldn't understand, how and why... Their warm feelings to me disappeared. — Jaehee cried again. — I will never hear a clear answer, I guess... I could think about it and not repeating my mistakes in the future. But... They didn't give me such an opportunity to not hurt anyone anymore.

Dream made a few steps on a ceiling.

— Why do you blame it on yourself? Maybe, they are liking you, but they are not okay with you being physically unavailable? Everyone knows you were raped as a child, it's a leaked fact from your biography.

— Yeah... That's why those messages from a crazy fan didn't scare me at all. Comparing to what's happened to me before, it was a child play. Child, ha...

Jaehee hysterically laughed. The girl was walking from one wall to another, randomly touching it and trying to break. She cried again and again, trying to wipe tears, but they would appear again.

— Anyway... It's time to stop. I want to cry it out. I should. But it's hard to do for a short period of time. I love all of them, they are my fans, but relationships — dating and all — are impossible between fans and idols. It's gonna fail eventually. No matter how hard I will try, something will go wrong. Even if someone would be okay that I don't want anything physical... I want to date openly, and considering the amount of hate my partner would get... I can't be happy myself. I should stay away from every potential partner and make my fans happy.

Dream looked at the idol with a confused look.

— So... Even after all their actions... that hurt you... You still like them?!

Jaehee sobbed.

— Yep...

Dream slapped her cheeks and said:

— You should get some self-respect, girl! If they don't like you — you don't like them! Now you are forgetting them and leave!!!

Jaehee smiled stiffly.

— Sure... Our paths have divided already. It's... just me. Not accepting it yet. I want to take some time. They were with me since the very beginning, I got so much love from them... It hurts to see that my presence doesn't make them happy, just like theirs make me.

Dream looked at Jaehee condescendingly.

— I don't think you understand situation completely, sweetheart. They are your fans, yes, but they are men! They dream about being together with you! Of course, they are jealous to one lucky fan! Why do you think they are coming to your fanmeetings?..

Jaehee stopped crying. She was opening her mouth like a fish out of water.

— They... don't like me... as an artist?

Jaehee slowly sat on the floor. She was trying to explain her thoughts with hands, because words were not enough. Dream came to her and hugged.

— Yes, honey. They only care about your looks. You are a pretty cute girl, but your personality is annoying. Do you remember what that idol wrote in his songs? The one who was liking you before? He said: "you are pretty, but you are fucking my brain". They see it now too. Everyone will. You will lose everyone because of your stupid personality.

Jaehee cried like a baby. She was covering her ears with hands and shaking head.

— My personality... I was working so hard to get rid of the "just a pretty girl" label! My personality... is making myself... me. Me!!!

Jaehee screamed and fell on the floor. She was constantly sobbing, not seeing and hearing anything around her. At this moment another girl, more like a young woman, came and pat Dream.

— Hey, it's my turn. Your time is out.

— Wait a minute, Sleep, — Dream said with a foxy smile. — That's my favorite part, look!

Sleep, who looked like a young woman with yellow cat eyes, perfectly curved body in tight black dress, smirked and stayed still.

— I was working so hard in a studio... Every day, I was dreaming, how people will stop value looks and start seeing something in me.

But... You are telling me... This only worked, because I am pretty?! And... They would not pay attention to my creativity, if I was ugly?!

Jaehee took a knife out of nowhere and held it close to her face.

— Then what about this?! What if I am not pretty anymore?!

Idol cried and tried to cut herself. Dream and Sleep were smirking, staying still.

...

— Jaehee!! Wake up!

Idol woke up in her room. She saw a pale face of her coworker.

— Are you cutting yourself again?..

Jaehee hid a knife and answered annoyed:

— Don't worry, it won't be seen under clothes.

Pale faced girl gave Jaehee a slap. Rina just came back from training and saw Jaehee sleeping with tears on face and a box cutter in the hand.

— Ugrh, I don't worry about fucking performances! I am worrying about YOU! Please, Jaehee, stop, it won't end good!

— I always wipe it with ethyl and don't cut deep, so wha-

— YOU FUCKING STUPID BITCH, I TOLD YOU TO STOP, THAT WAS NOT THE POINT! YOU ARE NOT MAKING IT SAFE BY THIS!

Rina sighed deeply and sat next to annoyed Jaehee. Being the youngest, Jaehee was treated as baby by Rina only. Everyone else was treating her like the most responsible person in the entire group, who she actually was.

— You should understand: even if you don't do it "dangerous", it affects your mental health! You-

— It does, — interrupted Jaehee. — Do you know, how?

Rina frowned.

— Educate me.

Jaehee lied on a bed and said with empty eyes, without any emotions, as if she was actually reading a lecture:

— My pain is itching inside. No matter how many tears I drop, it's still there. I need something to scratch it out. And knife is perfect for it.

Rina stood up and started to walk from side to side in their small room.

— Yeah, but... One day — I am afraid — you will cut too deep, or maybe you will cut so much, that you will bleed out, how don't you understand?! This makes more damage than help! You should stop anything that is not beneficial for you!!!

Jaehee smirked.

— Don't you smoke, miss vocalist?

Rina stopped.

— That's... That's different!!

— Why? You're slowly destroying yourself, my scars won't be even visible, because I know how to cut accurate, and your lungs won't recover. Where is my case worse?

Rina looked at her colleague with an angry admiration.

— How the fuck are you doing it?! You always win!! Urgh, how annoying!

Jaehee smiled exhaustedly.

— Let's sleep. We have a schedule tomorrow.

Rina yawned and said:

— Today, actually. Goodnight, baby.

— Goodnight, old lady, — said Jaehee to the oldest member.

[aviiarie]

YAP SESSION AHEAD. INCOMING. FULL SPEED. be WARNED....

furina's wife anon lore reveal because something literally life changing happened yesterday and i need need NEED TO TELL SOMEONE ARRGRGH!!!! ALSO ALSO SORRY I DON'T MEAN THIS TO BE VENTING AT ALL!!! JUST STORYTIME. FOR THINE ENJOYMENT. Because I do believe I can be amusing sometimes maybe I Don't Know

Imagine, if you will. 1st grade. Small quiet kid with very much undiagnosed autism. Meets the pretty popular girl who is super extroverted and talks a lot to everyone and has a lot of friends and is the most stunning person in class and perhaps the most stunning person to ever person ever.

(at least in small quiet kid's eyes)

Best of friends. WHOOO WOULD'VE THOUGHT??? My first and only real friend ever AND best friend ever and. Because the gays can never have nice things. My first crush. Whoa. (But also I was like 7 and didn't know what being gay was so I ooobviously could only be foreseeing only futures for myself where we were married in a platonic way! Speaking of actually. I feel like everybody knew I was autistic before I was and targeted specifically me but WHATEVER so the mean girls in kindergarten a year earlier thought I was doing naughty naughty stuff. As a 5 year old. When I was practicing KUNG FU???? And after I tried to explain, called me gay and refused to elaborate on what that meant when I asked????)

It got to the point where physical affection was very common y'know!! Like. Hugs. Cuddles, even. I remember it happened once in 2nd and the teacher told us we had to cut it out which STILL MAKES ME LAUGH but anyway. WAIT ACTUALLY before we move on from 2nd grade there's ONE THING THAT. OOOHH MY GOD. So Crush. Liked a boy. Of course. The popular athlete. Conventionally attractive. Of course. And the three of us sat in a circle one day. The topic somehow came to race. They both said "I'm white!" and me, a naive child with a white father and absent asian mother, replied "I'm white too!" since I hadn't seen my mom since 15 months old—and GOD forbid Father teach me anything about my culture. ANYWAY. BLAH BLAH BLAH. TELL ME WHY THIS BOY FULLY TURNS TO ME. LOOKS ME UP AND DOWN. AND SAYS, "No. You're brown." SORRY THAT'S KINDA OFF TOPIC BUT I'M BAFFLED EVERY TIME I REMEMBER THAT AND I THINK IT IS SOMEWHAT COMICAL. There's so much bullshit that kids said to me as literally the only asian kid in the school but THOSE ARE STORIES FOR OTHER NIGHTS.

ANYWHO! FAST FORWARD! 3RD GRADE! Here's where it gets WICKED. So. Girl in class. Also quiet artsy kid. Somehow starts talking to Crush. And they start hanging out more. Do note, small quiet autistic child has unresolved abandonment issues due to said mother leaving. And is also very much undiagnosed. And not having friends. In the slightest. So. I see other kid as Public Enemy #1, and take Crush's casual friend-making as "oh my god she hates me and she's leaving me oh my god she hates me oh my god"

So I became possessive over her. I don't remember quite exactly what I did, but I recall having an "argument" about it right at the end of third grade. It's honestly quite embarrassing to admit now how much I didn't want her to leave. But guess what happened when fourth started? I skipped through the gates, expecting fully and immediately to see radiant blond belting off rays of sunshine directly into my eyes.

No! That did not happen! The gays cannot be happy! Guess who moved schools!

It wasn't like she didn't warn me, either. She did. Many times during the months prior. I just wasn't ready to process it until I was eye-to-eye with a searing light instead of hers.

That was the seed of my depression. It all started from there. I was going through hell and hell was determined to force other people into it through me, too. I do feel like the anger and irritability part of depression is severely overlooked. I was mad at myself and everyone except her until it festered a little and theeen I became mad at her.

A few years ago I would've looked back and seen a jealous, controlling antagonist who cared only for herself and halting her insecurities and held no regard for other people's feelings. But when I look back now, I see a child navigating complex emotions for the first time and doing what she could with what she was given.

BLALALALA SERIOUS TIME OVER. So I was halfway through fourth when covid did its covid thing!! Very angsty child becomes locked up in house oh no!!!! POINT IS. I spent 6 years absolutely TORN TF UP over my "first lesbian breakup" BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK THAT WAS DEVASTATING?????? MY FIRST REAL FRIEND EVER. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE US??????? WE WERE SUPPOSED TO LIVE TOGETHER WITH OUR CATS AND HAVE WEDDING PICTURES SPLAYED OVER THE HALLWAY?¿??????????

To be fair, I did think I was over it!!! Like. When I say I thought of her every single day for 3 years straight I am not exaggerating in the slightest. It was BAD. Little kid was DOWN BAD. Buut then I grew up a little and stopped thinking about her as much and I was like "wow so I'm finally free!"

May 20somethingeth of this year. Prozac. DOOO YOU KNOW WHAT A COMMON SIDE EFFECT OF PROZAC IS .... vivid dreams. I thought, "oh wow it can't possibly be that bad lol what would I even have dreams about!!!!"

For the past month. I would wake with tears in my eyes after VERY MUCH HAVING A DREAM ABOUT HER. AFTER 6 YEARS????? AND NOT THINKING ABOUT HER THAT MUCH SINCE. A FEW YEARS AGO????????? anywho! So it got me thinking about her a lot recently (against my will!) and it culminated into YESTERDAY.

Yesterday. I was listening to "once more to see you" by mitski because of course I was listening to "once more to see you" by mitski and it did indeed come after "good luck babe" and "casual" BECAUSE OF COURSE IT CAME AFTER. So I found myself getting a little emo and depresspress. And I don't even know how we got from point A to point B but I dusted off my crusty old Instagram for the first time in ever and typed in Crush's name.

DO YOU KNOW WHO POPS UP. 6 YEARS. 6 YEARS. AND I FIND A PRIVATE ACCOUNT UNDER CRUSH'S NAME. WHO'S IN THE PROFILE PICTURE????? Long blond hair. The angle was set at 0.5x but to me it looked like she'd never changed at all.

One of my old friends from the area was following her too so I was like. Yeah. Yeah that's her. Buuut just to make sure because I'm a sigma or whatever I texted her like. "Is that her?" But in a very convoluted way because I'm me and I'm different!! (I just added very specific details that. Would only pertain to Crush) AND OLD FRIEND SAYS YES. I START FREAKING THE FUCK OUT BECAUSE. 6 YEARS. I HAVE BEEN LOSING MY MIND FOR 6 YEARS. 6 YEARS OF ANGUISH AND PUNISHING MYSELF BECAUSE I THOUGHT I SINGLEHANDEDLY FUCKED UP THE ONLY REAL FRIENDSHIP I'D EVER HAVE BECAUSE I WAS JUST THE WORST HUMAN TO EVER HUMAN EVER. Hehe anyway! OLD FRIEND SAYS THAT CRUSH IS ADDING ME ON SNAP. I START SHAKING. QUIVERING. TREMBLING IN MY BOOTS. MY SHIVERS WERE TIMBERED.

So. A few things happened on snap. IT'S ALMOST OVER I SWEAR THANK YOU FOR STICKING WITH ME 🙏🙏🙏 SO. First thing that should've maybe put me off a little. Crush says "how do I know you?" Which. Okay. I aaaam genderfluid and go by a different name than I used to BUT with the other stuff that transpired It's Heavily Suspicious. So I type our elementary school name because I DON'T WILLINGLY SAY MY DEADNAME 🤬🤬🤬🤬 DUH 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 anyway. AND SHE SAYS "ohhh i think i know where this is going" LMAO and i say "YEAH...." and give a lil description of me and she's like yup that's you. Definitely.

(little side note. When I told her she LITERALLY SAID "my mom totally called it lmao" AS IN HER MOM CALLED ME BEING A GENDER SWITCHER??? GIRL.)

I wonder how much aura I lost from this conversation actually. Here's how it went.

Crush: how do you still remember all of that?

Me (sigma chad): i could never forget

Crush: what

THAT'S GENUINELY . WHAT HAPPENED. THAT'S WHAT I SAID. AND THAT WAS HER RESPONSE. that should've been STRIKE NUMBER TWO. SO THEN. I'M JUST LIKE. "there's so much I want to tell you y'know, first I want to apologize" AND SHE SAYS "apologize for what?" OR SOMETHING ALONG THOSE LINES.

Let me sum this up. I spent 6 years in Lesbian Limbo because kiddo me fucked up a little. I find Crush to get closure. SHE DOESN'T EVEN REMEMBER MOST OF WHAT HAPPENED????? 6 YEARS. I CANNOT GET OVER THIS. 6 YEARS I SPENT. AND SHE DOESN'T REMEMBER MOST OF IT.

So now here we are. It is a little freeing to know that she didn't think of it the way I did, but I can't help but be a little upset that all of that time was wasted over something. That. UGH. THIS KEEPS HAPPENING I SWEAR I'M CURSED. I KEEP GIVING PEOPLE WHO DON'T WANT ME ALL OF MY TIME AND ALL OF MY MIND AND ALL OF MY HEART AND AAAARRRGRHRHRRGGHHH

But it's okay because now. After the lesbiban falling for straight bestie arc. And heartbreak arc. And depresspress arc. I AM GOING TO HAVE MY MOVING ON ARC!!!!! LIVING A HAPPY LIFE ARC!!!!!!!!! YES!!!¡!!!!!!!! (I'm still processing but I think we're getting there :])

Tea Time Over! Thank You For Listening! If this is scattered umm GELP PLEASE SPARE ME I have triple A supreme whammy package combo of amnesia autism adhd (we are Twinning!) I HOPE YOU ARE DOING WELL. And that this wasn't too much of a pain to read holy shit

SIGNED!!! FURINA'S WIFE!!!! WITH LOVE!!!!!! FURINA'S WIFE OUT!!!!!!

ANON. HELLO. HI. GOOD EVENING.

this ask was a wild ride from start to finish HAHAHAHA okay, okay. for starters, i can understand where kid-you was coming from. i mean, that kind of jealous 'no one can be friends with them but me!' attitude is one that some kids just go through when they're dealing with hard emotions for the first time, and learning how to think about others and take their feelings into consideration. it's not good, but i think the way you responded to it is pretty normal for your age. it's good that you can look back on it and see how you've matured since then, and see how much better you can handle your own emotions now. that shows growth!

(side note, but i know what you mean?? with the whole having a puppy crush on your best friend because she's so perfect and amazing and fun to be around... little me was making heart eyes at my friends before i even knew what the word gay meant AHAHA... though, i do think at least half of my crushes were closer to friend-crushes because i was a baby aro-spec(??) and didn't know how to tell friendship from romantic love--but i digress!)

ALSO THE STORY ABOUT THE 'i'm white!' IS WILD?????? kids are so out of pocket sometimes oml

but okay moving on HELLO??????? the vivid dreams.... and FINDING HER ON INSTA????? okay, okay. that is... wow. there are some childhood friends i have that i am so curious about what they're up to now, but i never had the courage to search their names.

(side note 2, HER MUM CALLING IT ON YOU BEING GENDERFLUID IS SO FUNNY HAHAHAHA)

the conversation though..... i got second hand embarrassment IM SORRY. but augh. six years, and then nothing. that is even more painful than the childhood friend i reunited with, spoke one sentence to, and then never talked to again. to be clear we were CLOSE. best friends. and now we see each other every so often, we just.... dont talk. and younger me would be crying if they knew that.

i know it must hurt a lot knowing she doesn't remember you, but in the end, it's good that you could some closure, as bittersweet as it may be. i hope you can move on from it now, because letting someone consume that much of your life isn't healthy. there are people who will be there for you with the same time and energy you're there for them! but putting all of yourself into another person, letting your life revolve around them is not!!! good!!!!!

i mean, i think a life-altering, emotionally damaging, unrequited crush on their best friend is like. a lesbian canon event, but you can move forward! in time, this will be just an experience you look back on with nostalgia, rather than pain.

AAAHHHH this was. a lot. i'm wishing you luck in the moving on arc, and hoping you move into the LIVING A HAPPY LIFE arc very soon!