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jokeringcutio · 2 years ago

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A Gift for his Gift - Albert Shaw / The Grabber x Reader Insert [ WARNINGS ]

Minors, Do not read. There are more warnings and tags to this that you'll find below.

Summary:

“I think I’m gonna keep you,” he had said. And he seemed to keep that promise.

Note: This part can be seen as a (dark and explicit) continuation of The Gift, in which the reader explains how she ended up in the Grabber's basement... to him.

Pairing: Albert Shaw | The Grabber (The Black Phone)/ Fem. Reader

Fandom: The Black Phone (2022)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Kidnapping, Dark Story, Smut.

Additional Tags: Reader Insert, Age Difference, Older Man/Younger Woman, Height Differences, Extremely Dubious Consent, Kidnapping, Female Identifying reader, Angst, Dark Fantasy, Rape/Non-con Elements, Stockholm Syndrome, Dark

Series: Part 2 of The Window

Written for @willshipanything-blog (Not even sure you'll like it when it goes dark and twisted like this but, lol, I promise I'll try and write a sweeter continuation as well for you ;) )

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He was going to keep you. The stranger whose house you had barged into had made his promise and kept to it. Waking up to the basement room had you back into a panic, but when your heart calmed down again, and the pain between your legs brought you down to earth, you remembered.

Oh, you remembered how you got here and how things got this far.

A quick glance at the dirt in the corner of the room to see if he had brought a plate, only to realize he was standing there, quietly staring at you. A white polo shirt with thin red stripes vertically and bigger ones horizontally at the hems was covering his chest. It had only a few creases but looked clean. He was wearing brown pants and old man slippers. So ordinary, it made you wince.

Ever since the time he caught you, he’d never shown his true face again. Always there was that damned mask. Sometimes fully, sometimes just half of it. The emotions on it changed as well.

You knew who was behind it though. You’d seen him. You knew the color of his hair and the depths of his pale eyes. You could draw the wrinkles on his head, the crinkles at his eyes whenever he smiled. You knew how his mouth looked, how his lips felt against your skin.

You could measure the size of his hands with two or yours. You knew all the hairs, everywhere, that he had on his body, knew of the shape of his hips or the firmness of his thighs. The way his hipbones pressed against you as his pelvis was pressed to your core, you remembered.

You’d learned the hard way about the shape of his stomach, the lack of hair on his chest, the firmness of his hand when he wielded his belt.

That horrid belt.

How he loved to tie you down to the bed with it, ever since that very first day when he had trapped you in his house. You remembered how tight the belt had felt when he had first used it on you; how the edges cut into your skin whenever you tried to move. He had his big black dog watch you so you couldn’t get away while he moved the rugs. Unfair, it sounded in your mind. How heavy those rugs had been to you, but how easily he carried them away, two at a time. It was not fair, you thought. Nothing about this was.

You had hated how you could not do anything but watch as the man who had tied you to the dingy bed made his way up the stairs, rugs disappearing with him. Your arms were still restricted to the bed, the dog still snarling and growling and sometimes snapping at your feet. You had watched the rugs being carried away until they had all gone, and with them, your chance to escape via the window.

Oh yes, you knew each and every bit of him. From his laughter to his growling as he pounded deep into you, as deep as he could go. You knew the sound of his rapidly increased breathing as he neared his peak, and the feel of the stickiness of his cum as it dripped from your core.

You knew it all, and it was unfair that he had left you guessing at his name. Nothing other than sir, mister or monster. But he was just a man. He had you rasp daddy to him during those moments of heated passion, when he would pin you down to the bed and have his way despite you crying he was in too deep. He urged it out of you, punished you if you didn’t say it.

He loved that you were smaller than him. Younger too. He alluded to your size, to your age, to everything about you that he deemed so different from himself. He often placed you on a pedestal, compared you to goddesses and the virgin Mary.

You were none of that, not any longer. He had made sure of it.

Looking up at him as he stood several feet away, back resting against the grey paint-chipped wall, you hoped he did not see the distaste for him in your eyes. He hated it whenever he caught sight of it, hated that after weeks in his underground prison, you still chose not to love him back. Not fully.

You had to force the memories away. They were all that had been built during the time that he had kept you here. He was your world. He was all you knew now.

And there he was, staring at you like he had done for many of the nights since you arrived. A mask covering his face as if you didn’t know what you would find beneath it. But you would recognize him anywhere. Among crowds. Among any star in the universe.

Your captor. Your keeper.

You rolled over, wincing at the ghostly feel of him still inside of you. He knew how to bruise. You did not know whether he’d done it on purpose and took delight in it, though.

Then your eyes slid to the dried blood and cum stains on the mattress. Your very first time, down here, with him. How dirty you felt knowing what he had done. To know what he had done to you.

He moved. A step forward from the dirt-streaked wall. His polo shirt so ordinary. Like any other man, except he was not.

“Still thinking that they might find you?” he asked, his head tilted, curiously. His mask fittingly neutral today.

“My friends,” you started, but your voice came out dry, barely audible to his ears. My friends will come to find me, you wanted to say. Just… anything to show you had not given up the fight. You’d be out of here, one way or another. But your throat felt swollen and you had to cough. No words came forth. You felt little. Small and isolated.

“Your friends?” he urged you, and you hated it. How curious he sounded, how caring, when you knew he was not.

When had he ever listened to you? Ever since you got here, things had always been done to his terms. He invaded your privacy whenever he fancied, came down to look at you long and hard, even during the nights. He often refused to engage in conversation with you, stating that he just wanted to be with you or liked the look of you.

It made you wonder what was going on in that mind of his.

The mattress dipped under his weight as he sat down next to you. A scent of musky mildew, eggs and something that was all uniquely testosterone invaded you.

His strong hand was upon you, turning you by the shoulder till you faced him. Your lips trembled and you did not dare to look him in the eyes, knowing what you would find there. Raw lust. Possessiveness. A primal need.

“Oh, little dove,” the words came out like a whisper. As if he cared about you.

His free hand drifted to the hem of the shirt you were wearing. His shirt. Your own clothes had long since been discarded and taken away from you. Now you were dressed in his leftovers. Another mark of his ownership of you.

His shirts were a few sizes too big for you and looked more like a dress. He found it easier that way. They gave him easy access to your body whenever he wanted to cope a feel. Like now, you thought, when you felt his calloused hand deftly slide underneath the shirt. His rough fingertips gently tipped against your skin, touch ever so lightly, tracing a pattern upwards, until you felt his strong fingers curl around your breast. His hold was instantly firm, thumb twitching past your nipple, massaging your breast and kneading it in his hot hand.

A gasp escaped you, unbidden, but you could not hold it back. You felt his touch shoot sparks down your body, all the way to your core, betraying your mind. Slick started to form between your legs, your pussy throbbing with each and every pinch his fingers made.

You hated how your body betrayed you. It had only taken a few weeks, but now, whenever he touched your breasts or kissed your neck, slick would form down below, lubricating your passage for his awaiting cock like an invite. That bulbous monster riddled in veins, that was too thick and too large for your body to handle. Yet he made you take all of him, and your body adjusted to his size. Every. Damn. Time.

Fit him like a glove, he'd said. You imagined it being a glove a few sizes off.

You knew he craved you hot and slick and ready. Pussy pulsing and throbbing. You thought that despite your feelings for him, he had trained you well. As if your body adjusted naturally; an instinct to survive that had kicked in. The first time your walls had been dry and it had been awful. Awful, what with the size of him and all. And he had given you no respite, thrusting and grunting and coming deep inside – with only his pre-cum and spit to guide the way.

He usually wasted no time before he penetrated you deep, you knew by now. He'd shown his true colors during the many visits he made. He came downstairs to the basement only to watch or touch or come deep inside. There was nothing else. Just that.

Like now, when he lifted the hem of your shirt to reveal your dripping cunt. How he nudged your legs apart – it only took a soft nudge of his elbow and you spread them. Your own hand instantly snaked between your legs to help him, knowing he liked it this way, your fingers spreading your glistening lips.An invite in. A glistening core. Tight walls pulsing with need.

He positioned the head of his cock between your glistening moist lips, then, without delay, pushed the tip of his throbbing shaft inside. You threw your head back in a gasp, fingers clawing at the stain-streaked mattress below. You felt him, all of him. His ridges, his veins, his pulsing hardness as he thrust deep inside and stroked your vaginal walls. Hot skin deep within you.

He started a firm and modest pace. Deep strokes that made your walls quiver and pulse. Dirty, you thought, while your hands clawed at his shoulders to give you some leverage. This man, who showed you no mercy in his thrusts. Who dived even deeper, hitting your core, making your pussy itch while battering your cervix painfully. This man who grunted dirty little nothings in your ear, gasped and puffed and bit his lip for you to hear. So very close upon you, his sweat covered skin rubbing against yours.

And still, that damned mask would not come off.

Wet, sopping sounds filled the room. The heavy scent of sweat and sex coated you like a thick blanket, suffocating, unable to break away from. The scent filled your lungs as he thrust even deeper, his strokes irregular now as he reached the point of no return. How he loved slicking you up and then filling you up with his seed. How he loved to paint your womb with his semen. He retreated with a loud squelch, his cock popping free from your abused core. How many times had he been within you today? Two? Three? You’d lost count, and you could not quite say. Sometimes, the days seemed like nights here.

You looked at him through your lashes, lying on your back while his hand pushed your tummy down, pinning you to the mattress. Your knees fallen to each side, showing your treasure to him. You could see the fascination in his eyes despite the stupid mask he wore.

His grey-blue eyes were upon you, watching, intently, as the white dribble slowly started to trickle out between your legs, only to push it all back inside of your pussy with one thick thumb, his index finger then joining in as he stuffed you full – and yes, there it was. His finger was all in, all the way up to the knuckle while you heard him whisper for you to be his good girl and take it all in.

A gift for his gift. Why not let him give you something in return, when you came to him so willingly?

You bit your lip and turned your head to the side. You did not want to see this, did not want to see the fascination in those eyes and imagine how he was biting his lip behind that mask in pure fascination. You did not want to feel him push all of the juices back inside, but did you have a choice? How could you not feel his fingers teasing your itching core? Ignore how your sore vaginal walls fluttered around his fingers as he pushed back his sperm and your cum?

Did you have a choice not to? Was there a place to spit it out when he had abused your mouth? To hide his cum after he was done? You tried it, so many times, to just sit on that dirty cracked toilet and push it all out. You’d used your fingers, clawed at your own cunt, tensed all of your muscles, just to get the last traces of him out of you. But like him, his semen was thick, it stuck. It would only escape you hours after he had been done. And if he had abused your mouth, the taste of his cum would remain on your lips and down your throat till the next time he came down to have you taste him. You'd gladly have his eggs and soda, if he hadn't started to cover them in his sperm to ensure you'd never get rid of the taste of him. It'd be nutritious for you, he had said.

He was ingrained in your being, in so many ways.

His fingers diving deep inside of your cunt broke you out of your thoughts and your eyes flew open wide. Another gasp. Your body clenched. “So wet,” you heard him chuckle in your ear, his voice breathy and dangerously low, his breath ghosting past your ear. “So willing.”

You pressed your lips into a tight line and waited for him to remove his hand, but he did not. His fingers remained there, nestled deep within you.

“Thank you,” it were those huskily whispered words that made you close your eyes tightly and turn your head away. He thanked you for wanting to do this with him? But you had not-

He caught your chin with his fingers, aware of how you tried to block him out. But he’d have none of that. He turned your head back to his, forcefully with his fingers on your chin. As if to make a point, he moved his head closer to yours, forcing your lips tightly against his mask.

You knew he was regretting his choice of mask now, that he would have wanted this to be his real lips on your skin. But he had chosen for this, to be masked, and he would stick to it. He always would.

Soft humming in your ear. He was delighted by what he had done. Another wet squelching sound and his fingers were gone. You felt like you could breathe again.

The sound of a zipper and the rustling of clothes. You could hear him fasten his belt.

It took a moment, but you managed to catch your breath and bring it back under control. Your chest moving less rapidly, you turned to face him. You felt the mattress dip again and watched as he lay down next to you, head propped upon his hand as he lay sideways, elbow supporting his weight. He hummed an unknown tune near your ear. The mask muffled the sound somewhat.

“They said this place was abandoned,” you slowly said, while you watched how he seemed to tense up. He was resting on his elbow, mask towards you. His wispy grey hair fell around it like it was part of the attire. You wondered if he was unshaven underneath. If there was a grayish stubble like there had been a few days ago.

“My friends,” you said, swallowing while you gathered your courage. You’d never told him this. You’d never explained how you got to be in his home.

“They said this place was abandoned and dared each other to check it out. I was on my way home when I came across so I…” the words died on your lips when you saw tense again, spine straight. There was a glint in his eyes, one you could not place, and it frightened you. You tugged the shirt you were wearing down, as if it could cover the whole of you and create a barrier between you and your predator.

The man stopped humming and you thought he looked to be lost in thought. Had you said too much?

You saw him sit up fully now. He held his mask, as if the object was about to wobble off.

“Abandoned?” you heard him say, voice muffled from the mouthless mask he wore today. His fingers twitched, and a low laugh escaped his throat. He wanted to change masks, you thought as you studied him. This face did not fit his emotions anymore.

“Oh no,” another dry heaved chuckle, “No, dearie.” It was odd to see this creature, this abomination of a man, propped up on the bed next to you, probably smirking behind his mask. His pale eyes were upon you. “This place is lived in.”

You merely looked at him as if to say, yeah, I figured that now, but then the man started laughing again. His right arm fell to his side, then slid around his own belly. Your eyes traveled there, noticing how the white shirt he was wearing had ridden up, revealing parts of his naked stomach. How often you had felt that part of him pressed against your own. Naked. Sweating.

“Good God, I am lucky.”

You watched as his laughter died down and you imagined how, behind the mask, his tongue came to peek from between his lips, tipping one of his canines as if in thought. You could see his eyes, drifting away from your form and sliding across the room.

The words that came out of him next sounded unbidden; like they were a thought fleeting away from him. “The house, the unlived in house? They must have meant the one across the street.”

You stiffened. Wait. Did that mean…?

But as he said it, his voice faltered. Another realization, you thought. But what?

His whole attitude seemed to change all of a sudden and within a flash, he had scooted to the edge of the bed. With a clap of his hands on his thighs, the man rose. You watched his hand fall to his side, his rings glinting in the faint light that came from the window high above you.

His voice was low, dangerous almost. “You hang in here, dearie. I’ve just been remembered there’s something that needs to be done.”

And with that said he left, leaving behind the realization that your friends, if they had been looking for you would have been visiting the house opposite of the one you were trapped in. And wasn’t that a horrible thought?

#Hope you've had a lovely day dear #Ethan Hawke fandom #The grabber x reader #dark fanfiction #albert shaw x reader #prompt fill #smut fanfiction #black phone dark smut #black phone

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superemeralds · 2 months ago

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Who is your oldest (like longest had) OC? When did you come up with them, or tell us what the inspiration was!

my oldest oldest OC is Diana, she's a sailor moon self-insert who's the princess of the entire galaxy (as opposed to usagi's pathetic reign over juuust the solar system lmao) and she was sailor star. To be fair thgouh, I did make her before i saw season 5 and that season ruined my entire lore and I kind of dropped sailor moon for a while after that akjfhkajsf but when i was 9 or 10 i started making this sailor moon season 6 comic where my oc was the main character obviously but i was also obsessed w like 5 other certoons and anime so it just all meshed together. also all the other characters wouldnt stop commenting on my character being sooo tomboyish and how she was seen as one of the boys and one conflict was her not wanting to be girly when she transforms... I WONDER WHAT THAT MEANT FOR ME.........🏳️‍⚧️

my oldest OC that i actually have like. well recorded inspo and history of (drew him lots, still use him sometimes) is saph.

he was my sonic self insert at first. in the very beginning he was sonic's long lost sister ♥ back then he used to work for eggman. also i only knew about sonic from sonic x and only the first 2 seasons existed in germany at the time i watched it, so i thought 1) shadow is one of eggmans minions 2) shadow is an ugly jerk and i hated him lol.

(the rest is under cut bc this came out suuuper long)

same story as last oc. at first trying hard to be girly, (also holy shit i found the poerfect img for this)

but that's uncomfortable so i'm making the oc edgy. (notice the "MALE NOSE!!!!") at this point the backstory was that he's a "clone" of sonic shadow and silver.

no wait even better. run around naked like the boy characters.

everyone always confusing the giiirl for a boooy and i genuinely got some hate for my character design bc i shipped him w shadow and wow u cant have a homo OCxCanon ship ewww lmao but oh well.

someone once dared me to do a genderbend and then i just changed the color from white to black and they were angry i didnt do a proper genderbend. while the anti version of the character was a proper girly girl with pink and sparkles and smiles and rainbows and skirts and frilly tops and stupid hairstyle. and ppl complained the anti looked more like a genderbend. (below is the "anti". i can't find the genderbend anymore)

for me it just was my first crack in the egg bc hey. i don't want to be preppy, i want to be emo. but im not allowed bc girls are not meant to be edgy. and im notally not projecting on the boy version of this character more than the girl one. nope.

with every year i reduced the hair pieces at the front lmao but ya after my egg cracked i focused more on making him cool andkeeping him gender neutral. Then i used him to prcess a lot of my ongoing hardships in life. the redesign also being bc of a big shift (well. yeah me transitioning socially lmao)

he's unfortunately associated a lot w that painful time so i don't use him a lot anymore

he came a long way though im proud of him. here's one of the most recent drawings together with his brother (also has lots of lore on how he happened but im not feeling like it rn to go on that tangent)

#fan lore #cheshire-castle-library #saph the hedgehog

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thedoover-if · 1 year ago

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THE EX ROUTE IS GOING TO KILL ME, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO US😭😭

IM SORRY😭 to be fair id never forgive cheating but in games i usually always let it slide so i really wanted to have a ro where it feels very vulnerable to not only move on but also allow oneself to fall in love AGAIN... i think itll be a very interesting dynamic to explore (and i love drama LOL love when authors rip my heart to shreds and then stomp on the pieces too)

fyi youll be able to be hesitant, fearful or whatever OR you can cheat with them, not caring for their current partner and be like rory from gilmore girls where she's like "dean was mine first" (iykyk!!!!)

added a little snippet of a potential scene ive got planned with MC on 'the ex' ro route. call it a little taster LOL (under the cut)

(fyi its from the pov of an MC who still involuntarily feels something for the ex)

“don’t do that,” you spit, gaze slowly travelling down your ex-spouse’s frame. they’re seated on the opposite side of the living room, on the same exact sofa they used to occupy – be it during game nights, movie nights, or simply weekends spent quietly enjoying each other’s company. it felt like the perfect fit. they were the unique key to your lock. the gentle notes on your sometimes out of pitch days… until the music abruptly came to a halt, never to be played again. and ever since that day, three years ago, your life has been muted – dulled even. “do what?” they tilt their face up, and for a moment you’re transferred back in time. but you snap yourself out of it just as quickly; you refuse to go down that path again. although you’re stood a few metres away, you’re able to make out a shapely outline – it's you – on the otherwise empty page of the sketchbook propped on their lap. “you’re drawing me – I don’t want you to draw me.” “why can’t I? you look beautiful.” the stupidly crooked smile creeping upon their features is like a stab to the heart, and those last three words shove the knife straight through your body. just like that, your lungs implode – you’re in too deep. a tsunami of emotions rips open every old wound you nurtured close so carefully over the past months. the hours spent in therapy, flushed down the drain by a sweet compliment. soured by the wrong person. “because that’s what you did when you were with them. when I see you doing this, it makes me think about every night you lied.” your throat grows tight, your vision blurs, and yet you continue, “every night you spent with [redacted] while I was right here… waiting.” for seemingly the first time, you notice sun rays peeking through your beige curtains. it’s almost like the sun has sensed the devastation ongoing in the pit of your stomach, and so with each passing second of your skin soaking up the warm orange beams, the grey clouds inside your head clear more and more. it takes one large breath to relax the tightness of your vocal cords, before you’re able to force a sound out. “you really hurt me [redacted]…” as soon as a look of regret takes over [redacted]’s otherwise painfully gorgeous face, a small flame of hope lights up in your body – one you didn’t grant permission. it’s soothing… and familiar, yet you starve that spark and let it die. “you drawing me like that – it hurts because you know I’ll like it… and that’s not fair, [redacted]” you whisper, before standing tall, a surge of determination coursing through your veins, “I’m not going to let you do this to me again.”

#inbox <3 #ro: the ex spouse #snippet

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revasserium · 1 year ago

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How about "the cost of ambition" with Rook Hunt?

send me a prompt and i'll write u a drabble

the cost of ambition

rook; 472 words; fluff and a hint of angst and also a hint of rook with a pain kink LOL ; gn!reader

01.

he knows what it’s like to give, to love something hard enough to want it to go free.

the first time he sees you, he thinks he finally understands what freedom truly means.

02.

sometimes greatness, like beauty, is a more a curse cast than a gift bestowed.

“that’s not fair! how’re they getting full marks when they can’t even do magic?!”

“do you think the professors are being easier on them just cause they can’t do magic?”

“ugh. so unfair.”

rook sighs and tries to clear his throat loudly enough that you don’t hear the whispers, but one glance at your face tells him that it’s a lost cause.

“don’t mind them…” he says in a stab at his usual, flourishing bravado, “they’re simply jealous, ma cherie.”

“oh i know,” you say, but there’s a steely glint behind your eyes that holds him still as you turn to look at him, “but that just makes me want to beat them that much more.”

it’s then, he thinks, the he falls in love with you.

03.

he knows what it’s like to take, to love something hard enough to want it to never touch the light of day.

he swallows down the urge to hide you away, to steal you into the heart of the forest and never let you go.

04.

it is in the library, the first time you kiss him, nearly knocking his hat askew with the force. there’s a fire in you — he’s always known that, but it’s then that he tastes the flames licking into his chest from how hard your body is pressed to his and he knows himself a lost man.

and what a beautiful kind of losing.

as much sweet as it is bitter, as much soft as it is biting.

you sink your fingers into his fine flesh and he revels in the sting.

when you draw back from the kiss with blood on your lips and he flickers out his tongue to feel the cut on the edge of his mouth from what he’s sure were your teeth, he only grins and leans in to whisper —

“kiss me again, cherie — harder. i want to feel it properly when you make me bleed.”

05.

he knows what it’s like to lose, to unfurl his fingers to a firefly’s light and watch it fade away. to love something hard enough to hold it in his heart and not his hands. to know when time had run it’s course with him and with you.

he watches you go with a smile and the ocean behind his teeth.

“go, cherie… know that you take my heart with you, and it’ll always be yours to keep.”

#rook hunt #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt fluff #rook hunt angst #twst rook #twisted wonderland fluff #twisted wonderland angst #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #rook hunt imagines #floofy floof floof #angst mcgee #yALL KNOW; YALL FUCKING KNOW; THAT ROOK HAS A PAIN KINK DO NOT FUCKING AT ME LOL #his voice just like SAYS 'hurt me ;)' uKNOW LIKE CMON

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jerzwriter · 1 year ago

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Thank you to @rookiemartin for this ask. I had to get creative with this! LOL Of course, the 100-word mark with me? About as likely to happen as Tobias not irking Ethan. lol I hope you enjoy this silliness.

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Characters: Ethan Ramsey, Tobias Carrick Rating: Teen Words: 737 Summary: Ethan gives Tobias a lift home from work when his car is in the shop. But a quick stop at the grocery store on the way turns into chaos. A/N: Participating in @choicesseptemberchallenge2023 Day 22, Friends. Barely proofed this; I hope it's not too bad, peeps! Just a little fun.

The soothing sound of the automatic doors ushered Ethan and Tobias into the grocery store on this unseasonably warm autumn day. It felt like an oasis as the frigid air hit them, and Tobias groaned with delight.

“Goddamn, that feels good,” he growled, leading to peculiar stares from several customers in the produce and an eye roll from his friend at his side.

“Simmer down, Carrick,” Ethan warned. “It’s beginning to sound like our old Hopkin’s apartment.”

“Heh. It sure is. Is that Mr. Brightside playing?”

Ethan stood silently, straining to hear the music over the chatter, then nodded.

“Look at that, it is.”

“Jesus! When did music from our med school career become supermarket music? This is not acceptable.”

“We can’t stop time, Tobias, but we can age like fine wine.”

“Shit,” Tobias chuckled. “You don’t have to tell me, pops. I’m glad you’re finally on board.”

“Is this the thanks I get for giving you a lift home from work, including a pit stop at the store, after a sixteen-hour day?”

“All right, that’s fair,” Tobias smiled. “But let’s be real, you only agreed to stop at the store because I need to get some things for Sammy. You would have told me where to put it if it were for me.”

Ethan couldn’t contain his grin. “Well, my goddaughter is much cuter than you....”

“You’ll get no arguments from me,” the new dad concurred.

“I’m going to pick some vegetables for my salad,” Ethan informed. “ We can meet by the registers when we’re done.”

“Sounds good. I’ll be quick. I’d rather be looking at my beautiful wife and little girl than your mug. No offense.”

“None taken,” Ethan grinned as he began filling his cart. But a moment later, Tobias’s laughter filled the air.

“What?” Ethan groaned, almost afraid to ask.

“Nothing,” Tobias replied as he grabbed his phone from his pocket.

Curious, Ethan began walking his way. “What are you doing? Are you taking pictures of fruit?”

Tobias turned like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Oh, uh...I... I’m just sending Casey a picture.”

Ethan stretched his neck to look at the subject of the photo and dragged a hand down his face with a sigh. “Are you thirteen?”

“Thirteen?” Tobias questioned while placing an erotically deformed peach and a well-developed banana into an even more questionable pose. “I think you’re being generous. I would have said eleven, twelve, tops.”

“Why are you doing this?” Ethan whispered.

“Come on? Don’t you see it? The peach totally looks like a....”

“I know what the peach looks like,” Ethan spoke loudly, drawing all attention their way. “What I don’t understand is why you’re photographing fruit porn!”

“I have to send it to Casey,” Tobias replied, almost insulted that the answer wasn’t plain as day. “If she was here, we’d be having a hoot with this... I don’t want her to miss out altogether.”

“Is this what the two of you do? Troll Boston area grocery stores to molest fruit.”

“Sometimes,” Tobias shrugged. “But if we’re being honest, it’s usually vegetables. You should see what we can do with a nice zucchini and....”

“STOP!” Ethan yelled. “I’m trying to fight it, but I’m starting to visualize!”

“Mind out of the gutter, Ramsey! And what my wife and I do with eggplant and squash is none of your concern.”

“That’s it. You can walk home.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Tobias grinned. “I’ll stop. Let me head over to dairy, and then we can get out of here, OK?”

“Sounds good,” Ethan said with relief when Tobia’s phone chirped.

“Oh, wait. It’s Casey.”

“Do you need to pick up something else?”

“No, she noticed that bulging gourd in the background of the last photo. Hey, could you just hold it so I can....”

Ethan turned on his heel, rushing away without saying a word.

“Hey, Ethan! Get back here!” Tobias hollered after him. “Come on, we don’t have to get the bulging gourd if you don’t want to.”

“For fucks sake,” he muttered as Tobias howled. “Somedays, I miss the serenity of the years when we weren’t speaking.”

“You know that’s a lie,” Tobias grinned, placing a gallon of milk in his cart. “Now, wanna hit the small appliance aisle before we leave?”

Ethan was already at the express lane when Tobias finished the sentence.

“Too easy,” he chuckled. “Entirely too easy.”

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ryuichirou · 1 year ago

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A smaller portion today…

hipsterteller asked:

Rollo that's not gonna work, believe me...I tried.

Yeah… Unfortunately for everyone involved, the holy water only makes Sebastian a little wet and kind of annoyed 😭 It’s a scam!

Anonymous asked:

Just came and saw the latest Deuce card, it makes me think of how great he looks. It makes me of how Deuce X Jack works. I know you done this before but I am curious with them as their clubmates.

Anon, we went absolutely feral when we saw that card and spent all evening drawing these two yesterday LOL so if everything goes well, we’ll post them tonight. God bless track and field, god bless these shorts.

And these two as a ship are such a gift. It’s not the dynamic we usually go for, but for some reason whenever we see them, it’s so delightful. They get along very well, and while both of them are respectful enough to keep just enough of distance, both of them are quite physical, so they probably have a lot of moments during their club activities. The chemistry is clearly there lol

Do they drink from the same bottle? Sometimes. Do they pat each other’s backs? Of course. Do they get unexpectedly playful and chase each other to the showers? Probably happened more than twice lol

Are they going to have their first kiss after running for 40 minutes and falling onto each other all tired and sweaty? Definitely.

Anonymous asked:

Jade – If we don’t go the “baby wrestling” scenario, he’s… confusing. He might be a wonderful dad who is surprisingly perfect at parenting and smiles at you with his “what, you thought I would be bad at it? too bad” smile. As if he’s doing it to spite everyone. As if he’s plotting something. But I can also picture him leaving his kid in a forest just to see if he would find his way home.

So basically Lilia 2.0? XD

(the Jade description is from our twst as dads hc post)

… Yeah, pretty much LOL

But instead of soldiers Jade is raising mushroom-speaking mountain children.

Anonymous asked:

Jack being a great dad sounds fitting for him...given majority of the cast are not sane especially Trey...we know he isn't.

(related to the same hc post)

Yeah, Trey betrays everyone’s trust with how much of a weirdo he is sometimes lol But Jack is just a good boy in every aspect of his life.

Anonymous asked:

Do you really believe that Rook would have journal just for Vil? He has other journals for the others.

(this one is related to our nsfw RookVil hc post from yesterday)

Anon, trust me, we, as a society, don’t want to know just how many journals Rook has, be it in his head or on paper. We aren’t ready to hear the answer. Rook surely doesn’t discriminate…

Anonymous asked:

thought about referring to rook’s dick as a baguette in an ask but i forgot abt it but from now own i’m calling rooks you know what a baguette. call me the baguette anon 🥖🥖🥖

Mon Dieu, 🥖Anon. Rook is doing his fake surprise jazz hands pose at you lol The name is fair though, it has similarities…

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allmoshnobrain · 1 year ago

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 17 of ? | masterpost

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We kicked back and enjoyed our breakfast, talking and laughing while the music played softly from the record player. I smiled, soaking in the scene, letting it stick in my memory: the morning sun streaming in, sneaking through the window, hitting Dave's ginger hair and lighting up his face. His hands deftly cutting the fruits, the juice from the strawberries he held dribbling down the knife blade as he chatted with me, the sound of his voice filling up the room. It was calm. Like pure happiness.

✦ summary: Amidst their new shared life, Dave and Nore create a memorable celebration for Nore's 19th birthday, with a surprise date and unexpected gifts.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, romance, fluff

✦ a/n: Hello! I think this is one of the longest chapters in the story so far, but I wanted to keep it all in one part since it's a special for Nore's 19th birthday! Plus, I wanted to give them a cute moment before the angst makes a comeback, hehe. By the way, in case any of you were curious, Nore was born on June 20. Yep, she's a Gemini! In my mind, that makes a lot of sense lol Hope you enjoyed it, and comments and feedback are totally welcome! ❤

✧ when I’m sad, she comes to me / with a thousand smiles / she gives to me free / it’s alright, she said / it’s alright / take anything you want from me / you can take anything, anything ✧

Dave and I were happy living together, at least for the following weeks. Those were the days when we were more in love than ever; Dave’s love for me burned as bright as the anger he felt towards the world and his past. He was like fire, intense and desperate, and I remember knowing, even back then, that I would never be the same again after being loved like that.

Our routine was calm, even though we had our fair share of hurdles, especially when it came to money. Dave worked at a car wash for a few weeks, but then he went back to just selling his drugs. He said it was just easier this way, plus it gave him time to focus on his music. He’d spend his days jamming, practicing, and creating, perfecting old solos, sketching lyrics for his songs.

I ended up going back to my old drawing hobby; it wasn’t too long before I found myself sketching all sorts of portraits of him, trying to capture the way his forehead would scrunch up a bit when he was too focused, the curve of his jaw, the shape of his lips. Our days were filled with art and each other's presence. And, for a while, that was enough.

As the days rolled by after being kicked out of the band, Dave's low spirits started to ease up, being replaced bit by bit with a fierce determination. Dave was still kind and sweet to me, but to the rest of the world, he seemed even more rebellious and angry than before. He was getting into fights even more often than usual, and he was having a real hard time getting a new band together, as many of his friends just didn't want to deal with his more and more common bursts of anger.

I watched these events unfold with a heavy heart, trying my best to help him. I knew he was putting on this front because he was hurting. He never let himself cry in front of me, but his sleep was restless, and many times I would wake up in the middle of the night because of how tormented he was by his nightmares. He'd hold onto me real tight, like he was scared I'd just vanish, and only then could we both finally go back to sleep.

In the middle of all the chaos, he loved me like he’d never loved before, and I knew that most of my days would end with me wrapped in his arms, surrendering to his touch as he undressed me, kissed me, and loved me. And there, with him, I felt alive.

Sometime down the road, I scored a new job at a neighborhood’s record store. The owner had a daughter around my age named Patricia, and even though the store got pretty busy, things there had a pretty chill pace. We'd spend our days talking and reading all the music magazine articles in the store. Turns out we had quite the same taste when it came to music, and it didn't take long for us to become friends.

Time flew by quickly, and before I knew it, my birthday had arrived. I stretched with a sigh as I woke up, soaking in the sunlight sneaking in through the curtain. I sat up in bed, surprised that Dave wasn't there; he usually snoozed in later than me. I got up, heading to the living room still in my pajamas, and caught a nice smell of cooking in the air.

"Hey there," I yawned when I spotted Dave, looking very focused while cooking something.

"Morning, birthday girl. Happy birthday," Dave looked up and flashed me a grin. I leaned on the doorframe, watching with a smile as he turned off the stove and plated the scrambled eggs he was whipping up. "Was gonna bring you breakfast in bed, but you beat me to it."

"I can totally go back to bed if you want," I teased. He chuckled, coming closer, and put his hands on my hips before planting a little kiss on my forehead.

"Don't sweat it. Go get changed, I'll set the table."

I went through my usual morning routine and changed up before heading back to the living room. Stepped into the room, and there was Dave, all set up at the table with various foods: he'd chopped up some fruit, whipped up scrambled eggs, poured orange juice, and there were even some pancakes. A Fleetwood Mac song was coming softly from the record player, which made me smile because they were one of my favorite bands.

"Not claiming to be a master chef here, but I hope you like it," he said, flashing a smile as he took his spot at the table. I poured some juice for myself.

"I loved it, Dave," I grinned right back at him. "Thanks."

"So, you got work today or what? 'Cause I've got a few things lined up for us," he asked.

"Nope, not today. Boss gave me the day off," I said, tilting my head, kinda curious. "What's the plan?"

"Ah, now that's a surprise," he grinned, and I playfully rolled my eyes, giving a little chuckle.

It was calm.

Like pure happiness.

Our moment got thrown off by a sudden knock on the door. Dave furrowed his brow, looking annoyed at the door before he got up to answer it. I watched, curious, as he swung the door open and headed outside to talk to someone who looked like a delivery person. He was taking way longer than I thought, and I was about to go check things out, but it wasn't needed. I jumped when Dave came rushing in, looking more excited than I had seen him in weeks.

"You've gotta check this out," he said, grabbing my hand. "Come on."

"What?" I laughed, trailing behind him as we ran down the stairs of the building, making a beeline for the garage. But he just chuckled low and kept tugging me along. "Dave. What's going on?" I let out this little shriek that turned into laughter when he came to a sudden stop, almost causing me to crash into him if he hadn't steadied me, holding me close. I took a step back, a bit out of breath and kinda baffled, a little smile creeping up on my lips. "Alright, tell me."

“You tell me,” he said, handing over an envelope. I furrowed my brow, puzzled. "This one's for you."

"You brought me down to the garage for an envelope?" I joked.

"Nope," he laughed, nodding towards our apartment's parking spot. "Check that out."

My mouth opened in amazement as I glanced over at the parking spot. Right next to Dave's old Mazda was the most jaw-dropping motorcycle I'd ever seen, shiny and new with an electric blue paint that almost seemed to glow.

"Dave, what the fuck?" I turned to him, totally incredulous, and he laughed. "Did you buy this thing?"

"I wish. That envelope came along. Maybe you should open it."

I popped the envelope open quickly, excited to crack this case, and my eyebrows shot up when I yanked out the motorcycle keys and a letter, with a handwriting I instantly recognized as my mother’s.

"Dear Eleanore,

I hope you know that despite recent events, your dad and I care deeply about you. And of course, we couldn't forget your birthday!

I must admit, I was a bit surprised to hear that you're living in Los Angeles instead of staying with your cousin. You know Long Beach is right around the corner, so your dad suggested that a decent ride would be an ideal birthday gift.

Consider it a vote of trust after what happened last year.

Enjoy your day!

Love,

Clémence Burton

p.s.: We heard you're living with your boyfriend. We hope to meet him soon."

"Check this out," I said, handing him the letter while I scooted over to get a closer look at my gift. Dave skimmed through the text in the letter, raising an eyebrow.

"You're a spoiled little rich kid," he laughed, flicking the letter back at me. I caught it and rolled my eyes with a grin. "Your mom sounds kinda scary."

"That's just how she is. But don't stress over it," I replied.

"It's kinda hard not to think about it all," he said, gazing at the motorcycle with a sort of longing look. "Damn, Nore. I knew your family had money, but..."

"Yeah, they're loaded. But I'm not," I said, playfully. Dave rolled his eyes but smirked.

"If my mom was packing cash, I'd be hittin' her up for way more than your basic allowance every month. You've got any clue how many drugs you could score with the price of this bike?"

I scoffed, my face getting a bit warm. It was sweet to get a gift like that, no doubt, but even though my parents had money, I wasn't too keen on relying on it. I learned early on that taking their money meant taking their rules, and that wasn't something I wanted anymore.

"Let's go back inside," I changed the subject, grabbing Dave's hand. He laced his fingers with mine, the warmth of his skin helping to shake off some of the frustration that talking about my parents always stirred up. We went back up the stairs to our apartment.

"Can I get a killer bike like that for my birthday?" he blurted out, and I laughed.

"Isn't your birthday kinda far off?" I quipped as we reentered the apartment. I watched as he grabbed his leather jacket and house keys. “You headed out?“

"Yeah, but I won't be gone long," he grinned and planted a small kiss on my forehead. "Got some deliveries to make. Be ready for your surprise when I'm back, cool? We're going out at five."

“Do I need to wear something specific?” I tried to squeeze a hint about his scheme out of him, but he just grinned back, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Nah, just look stunning. I mean, that's a given with you, anyway," he cupped my face in his hands, planting a bunch of small kisses on my lips and making me giggle. "See you in a bit."

"Later, Dave."

Dave left, and I focused on clearing the breakfast table, nibbling on the leftover fruits as I stored the food and tidied up the dishes. Then I focused on picking the outfit I would wear to celebrate my birthday. I was on the hunt for my Motörhead tee in the pile of shirts at the end of the bed when I heard the phone ring and rushed to answer it.

"Hello."

"Hey, Nore."

"Cliff?? " I asked, stunned, a mixed bag of feelings flooding in as I heard his voice. I missed him, because we hadn't been talking for weeks. I was angry, too, because there was one very obvious reason why we weren't talking; I hadn't exactly worked through the sting of Dave being kicked out yet. And even if I wasn't ready to admit it, I was stoked to hear Cliff's voice again. To know he was there. "How'd you even know my number?" I finally managed to ask. He let out a sigh.

"It ain't rocket science when you've given your address to my mom... I can't believe you're living with Dave."

My cheeks warmed up.

"Yeah, he asked and I... I didn't think it would be a problem."

“Your mom’s pissed, you know?”

“Yeah. I figured. But you know I don't care.”

He let out a soft chuckle.

"Happy birthday, by the way," he said.

"Oh, thanks,"

"Do you want to chat with Lars and James? They wanted to wish you a happy birthday too."

I paused. The way Cliff spoke, it was almost like the past few weeks of silence because of Dave hadn't happened. I could never hold a grudge against him for too long, but being upset with Lars and James was a new experience for me. It was kind of confusing, especially after that call from James a few weeks back. I admit I tried not to dwell on it — the desire and longing I had heard in his voice that night, the way he seemed genuinely distressed not to have me around.

I definitely wasn't ready to deal with that.

"I think I'll pass for now," I said quickly. "It's just that..."

"You’re still pissed off at us?" Cliff's tone carried a tinge of disappointment.

"It's not exactly that. It's just... complicated. But please tell them I appreciate it."

"Alright. Will you be around when I'm back?"

I hesitated, but who was I kidding? Despite all the trouble with Dave and the guys, I couldn't really stay away from Cliff.

"Yeah, sure," I said, a small smile involuntarily creeping onto my lips.

"See you then."

"Later, Cliff."

Dave showed up right at five to pick me up for the birthday surprise. I was in the middle of fixing my outfit when the jingle of keys at the door hit my ears. Soon enough, he showed up, casually leaning against the bathroom door frame.

"Hey, babe. You look hot," he said, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

"Hi," I finished fixing my hair and turned to face him with a smile. "I'm all set. So, are you gonna spill the beans on where we're headed?"

"Patience, my dear. You'll know soon enough. Ready to roll?"

I followed him to the car, sneakily studying his expression for any clues about what was in store, but he just shot me a knowing smile as we cruised out of the apartment parking lot.

"Why are you staring at me?" he smirked.

"Just curious. You gonna let me in on the secret plan?"

"Guess patience isn't your strongest suit, huh?" he chuckled, and I playfully rolled my eyes.

At last, we pulled up to a spot where a line of cars had already formed for parking. I looked at the scene curiously, letting out a soft chuckle when Dave used one hand to cover my eyes.

"Dave, what's the deal?"

"Just keep 'em shut, alright? Trust me, it's gonna be worth it."

I followed his lead, even though my curiosity was on the brink. I waited, a smirk tugging at my lips, while he kept driving and then deftly maneuvered the car. Finally, he parked, and I heard a rustling sound as he grabbed something from the back seat. I fought the urge to sneak a peek.

"Alright, eyes open," he announced, and I obeyed, taking in the scene unfolding around me with a grin that just kept growing; we were in an open field, the sun dipping toward the horizon as cars settled around us. And right in front of us, a big screen stood, still turned off.

"A drive-in theater?" I exclaimed, my excitement evident. I looked over at Dave and noticed he had a bunch of snack packs and soda cans in his hands.

"Well, you're a movie fan, right? Figured it'd be a cool idea," he handed me a bag of chips and a can of cola.

"I love it," I grinned, reaching for his hand. "What's on the movie list?"

"Indiana Jones. I know it's not exactly the most romantic choice, but it was the only flick playing today..."

"Dave, you brought me to a drive-in on my birthday. That's pretty romantic in my book," I quipped with a soft laugh, and he smiled, pulling me a bit closer and planting a gentle kiss on my lips. "Plus, I like Indiana Jones," I added, and he chuckled.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, stars started to twinkle in the night sky, and the movie began. I tried my best to follow the storyline and enjoy the chips and soda Dave had considerately gotten, but I couldn't resist exchanging glances and grins with him. Before long, those glances turned into his hand finding my waist and pulling me close as I surrendered to his kisses, the movie almost entirely forgotten as we basked in each other's warmth.

I let myself stay in his embrace as the movie wrapped up and the credits rolled, a smile gracing my lips as I absentmindedly played with his hair, feeling a light flush in my cheeks as he gazed back at me.

"So, did you enjoy your day?" he asked softly.

"It was amazing. Thanks, Dave," I smiled.

"Hey, it's not over yet," he teased, and I let out a soft chuckle. Leaning over, he popped open the car compartment and retrieved a small package, handing it to me. My eyes fixed on the little box, and then I glanced up at him, intrigued. "Couldn't let the day go by without a little something."

I opened the box, a warm feeling spreading through me as I caught sight of its contents: a silver necklace with a delicate blue stone pendant. Dave gently took the box from my hands, sweeping my hair aside to clasp the necklace around my neck. His fingers traced the curve of the chain, cradling the tiny stone in his palm before he looked at me with that familiar smile.

"Reminded me of you when I saw it. Thought it'd suit you," he shared, and I chuckled softly. "Even if it's not quite as grand as that motorcycle..."

"Shut up, Dave," I whispered, drawing him into a tender kiss. His laughter brushed against my lips, the kiss as easy and familiar as always. Pulling back, I met his gaze, my eyes locked with his as his hand cupped my chin. "I love it. Thank you."

A soft smile curved his lips as his hand found mine, our fingers intertwining while I rested my head against his shoulder. I allowed myself to linger there, embracing the happiness I felt, the solace and comfort his presence brought, and how things had certainly changed for the better since the disaster of my last birthday.

I didn't know what the next year held for me, but I hoped it would be just like that day: brimming with happiness and peace, despite everything.

And with the boy I loved by my side.

#hello hello hello it's heartbreaker day!!#ada writes fanfiction #heartbreaker fanfic #metallica #megadeth #james hetfield #dave mustaine #cliff burton #lars ulrich #metallica fanfiction #dave mustaine x oc #dave mustaine fanfiction #nore burton (oc)#dave mustaine x reader #james hetfield x oc #james hetfield x reader

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mata-aetara-if · 2 years ago

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Time for a classic…

If MC can draw and the ROs find the sketchbook filled with drawings of them, how would they react?

Dakota the first one to ask an ro reaction let’s go 🙌🏻😂

That being said feel free to send in ro reacts! It just may take a while for me to answer them sometimes so I may not get to them super fast 😅!

On to the reactions-

Asahi: so flustered. Tried to convince himself that it’s just a friendly thing, you totally drew Niko too right ?(wrong). When he gives it back he tries to make small talk to avoid the elephant in the room, “so u-uh how long have you been drawing??” (He knows the answer he’s literally your best friend someone save him pls)

Niko: “if you wanted me to model you just had to ask!” Wouldn’t phase them immediately until they went to hand the sketchbook back to you and saw you blushing , then it hits them and they’re like “… wait a min 👀”

Shikako: “oh 😳” will see it and quietly look through it admiring all of the drawings you’ve done. She can’t believe how beautiful you draw. Until you tap on her shoulder and she immediately drops the book and promises she didn’t see too much! She has to go now goodbye!!!

Inoru: absolutely loves it, will find you immediately and ask you all about it. Will also act cocky, like “of course you’d wanna draw me 😌” on the inside though he’s like “I can’t believe they drew me 🥹”

Rona: genuinely touched by it. You could’ve drawn anything but you chose her??? Would be super affectionate with you afterwards 🥰 staying close by and giving you side glances for the rest of the day 🥰

Jun: what is this???? Why would you wanna draw him? Closes the sketchbook and pretends he never saw anything. But next time he sees you it’s hard for him to hold eye contact and you’re confused to see a light blush on his cheeks.

Chai: actual stars in her eyes 🤩🤩🤩 you wanted to draw her???? And you did it so well????? She will ask to borrow a piece of paper and immediately try draw you back!! (It’s not very good) She hopes you like it 🤩🤩🤩

Mokoto: is direct and to the point, “you draw so well… thank you… for drawing me. I like it” they won’t meet your eyes but you can see a small smile on their face 🥰 also likes to draw in their free time and offers to show you some of theirs to be fair

Ryoku: flips through it while thinking “so this is how they see me?” Trying his best to keep his cool. When you come to retrieve the sketchbook he mutters a “thanks.” He doesn’t know how to react and internally smacks himself for not knowing how to tell you how he really feels. (He’s very flattered lol)

Kougetsu: “WOAH THATS SO COOL! ITS ME!!!” You have to pry the sketchbook from their hands bc they legit think it’s so cool you drew them they want to keep it forever. Will only let you have it back if you promise to draw one for them to actually keep. Will carry said drawing around at all times.. next time they see you they ask you do draw a self portrait for them to keep too 😏

#ask #dakotawritesif #ro asks #ch: asahi #ch: niko #ch: shikako #ch: inoru #ch: rona #ch: jun #ch: chai #ch: mokoto #ch: ryoku #ch: kougetsu

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heartbreakgrill · 2 years ago

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kol mikaelson; best friend’s brother, pt 1.

“cause he’s such a dream. and you know what i mean. if you weren’t related...”

a/n: dividing this into multiple parts because it will be well over 20k words when i am done lol

"y/n! come in, come in!" rebekah's bright smile appeared as she pulled open the front door. her grin was infectious, and i felt my cheeks dimple in response. she stepped aside, ushering me in with her hand.

i'd been to her house before, though it was a short visit to pick damon up one time when he had been vamp-napped. but that didn't stop me from admiring the architecture of the beautiful building. it was a wondrous mansion, full of gorgeous marble carvings, scooping staircases with rounded edges, and windows, none smaller than i was tall.

"hurry, before my brothers come to terrorize us," rebekah snapped me out of my longing gazes, bursting a giggle from my throat.

she pointed to the stairs with another wisp of her hand, and i followed her up it. "my room's the first door up here."

when we reached the landing, i took in a new part of the house i'd never seen. the continued modern elegance theme of the house took up the second floor, as well. rebekah's door was cream, matching the color pallet, but it was hanging wide open. she had probably raced down the stairs the second she heard you press the doorbell.

she shut it tightly behind the two of us, and clicked the lock for extra security. "so, did you bring it?"

rebekah watched as i dumped my purse and book bag on the bed. i had promised her a few weeks ago that she could borrow the copy of my favorite book. having missed out on the last century of the universe, rebekah was somewhat behind on her reading. and she was a sucker for romance novels, which was part of the reason we got along.

i revealed the bent and torn copy, a sly smile growing on my face. "one copy of the duke and i for miss rebekah mikaelson."

everyone thought rebekah was a bitch. she could be- i had seen my fair share of it over the past month that we'd been friends. when i'd disagree that leo dicaprio was the hottest 90s actor, and instead argued that johnny depp was, rebekah didn't speak to me for three days. and, sure, in the past she had tried to kill your friends. but, everytime was a testament to her ability to survive. she was fervently loyal to her family, to me as her friend.

everyone was beyond shocked when they discovered i was hanging out with her. caroline threw bitch-fit- as always- and bonnie tried to talk me out of it in a sensible, respectful manner. but i ignored them.

rebekah just needed love. she needed someone to spend time with, someone to talk to. she needed humanity.

i could relate. sometimes- most times- the supernatural mess i was involved in left me constantly feeling lonely. being one of the only humans in my friend group felt like being a black sheep in the herd. plans were constantly cancelled, elena was always prioritized because of stefan and damon's tunnel vision; friday night football games turned into picking up extra shifts at the grille because of your messy schedule, or running across virginia looking for some ancient spell.

i had lost my identity as a teenage girl throughout the mess.

and rebekah was helping me feel normal again. except for when she'd substitute soda for blood bags. that was always a laugh.

we'd become friends after the most recent supernatural conflict, wherein elena had dug a metaphorical knife too deep into rebekah's back. she had brought up rebekah's constant failed connections, the fucked up dynamic of her family, while trying to make rebekah help them with some campaign against klaus.

it had been in the middle of a restaurant downtown, where we were having dinner with caroline and bonnie. just trying to have dinner with Caroline, bonnie, and elena at a restaurant downtown. i thought if we went to a different place than mystic grill, we'd avoid any entities. but, low and behold, elena always managed to draw out the crazies.

after she smeared rebekah, i watched the blonde turn on a sharp heel and retreat to the bathroom with tears falling down her face. i excused myself, and snuck off to the stalls, feeling a tug on my heart. i was always the peace keep in my friend group, the one to comfort people when they cried, whether it be after a breakup or after they turned into a vampire.

she was at the sink, attempting to clean up her mascara with a paper towel. she didn't hear me come in- but saw my frame appear in the mirror. rebekah tensed up, a dirty look on her face.

"come to twist the knife?" she sneered, balling up the paper towel tightly in her fist.

"no, i-" i hesitated, unsure of what to say. maybe she wouldn't believe me, but i wanted to help.

i stepped up to the counter beside her, set my purse on top of it, and began rummaging. i brandished a small plastic container of on-the-go makeup wipes and held them out to her.

"i always care these with me," i offered, attempting to smile.

rebekah eyed me skeptically, but took them from my hand. she tugged one out of the lid, and began to clean up her eye makeup. "you know, i'm on a date."

my heart shrunk a little at the sad revelation. "is it going well?"

"it was," rebekah laughed darkly. "elena ruins everything."

i gave a sad nod of understanding, "i know it's not her fault, but sometimes she can put a damper on things."

it was wrong- but we bonded over the fact that elena managed to always rain on either of our parades. i spent ten minutes talking to her, helping make her feel better after the awful interaction. unfortunately, most of the conversation was cracking jokes about situations we maybe shouldn't have laughed at, but it helped. it felt normal, more normal than the dinner i wet back to. i managed to hype her up, too, and sent her back out on her date with a bright smile on her face.

a day later, she'd texted me asking if i wanted to go shopping. i realized how lonely she must be- every man she'd ever loved completely betrayed her, tried to kill her, or died. she'd spent thousands of years running from her villainous father, with brothers who constantly caused problems and picked on her.

she didn't have a single friend in the entire history of time.

so i went shopping. and to lunch a few days later, to a movie, then i spent the night for the first time. she always came to my house- considering her brothers were always home, wreaking havoc. and it ended being so much fun, that she spent two nights- the entire weekend- at my house.

that was two months ago. this was the first time she was letting me stay at her house. she'd told me last week about the various rooms in her house- a pool, an in-home movie theatre, a game room. i practically jumped on her in the school hallway, threatening to stab her with a dagger to stay the night. she laughed ecstatically at my joke, but said yes.

and here we were- sitting on her bed, holding out my copy of the duke and i. she quickly took it from my clutch, squealing at the sight of the half-naked boy on the cover. i laughed, giddily, commenting, "isn't he hot?! i mean, wait till you read it-! he's so posh, and-and, ugh, he's so mean to her, but-"

"you're going to spoil it!" rebekah shoved my shoulder lightly.

we shared another laugh at the exchange. rebekah kicked off her heels and sat on her knees beside me on the bed. "i want to send you home so i can read it now," she admitted.

i scoffed at her remark, taking the book from her hands and tossing it on the back of the bed, "bitch, i want to swim! and watch a movie and play pool. so, if you do that, i'm never hanging out with you again."

rebekah giggled, "okay, okay. fine. do you wanna swim now, or later, when the sun goes down?"

"oooo," i pursed my lips in thought, "later! night swimming is so much more fun."

"i have some wine," rebekah pointed to the bar cart in the corner of her ginormous room, "and we have speakers outside."

i was finally able to take in her room, and began gushing about the decorations, there wasn't much, considering her and the rest of the mikaelson's had only move in two months ago. but, what was in the room was expensive, luxury furniture. "i'm so poor!"

we spent the next hour in there. rebekah had managed to collect things through her life- small knick knacks, favorite sweaters, hats, a few journals here and there. klaus was a back stabber- but every time he killed his siblings, he'd store their things for later. rebekah said so with a distant smile, a faraway look in her eyes. she loved her brothers.

it was a silly detail, but it made my heart so happy.

after she showed me the whole room, i felt my stomach growl. "i'm starving," i huffed, patting my stomach.

rebekah shook her head with a smile, "wanna order a pizza?"

i quickly brandished my phone, and i found the local pizza shop's contact. i okayed the order details with rebekah before clicking the dial button. i ordered a large pizza with extra cheese, and a side of break sticks. they gave me an eta, and i hung up.

i went over to my purse and dug around for my purse. "i got it this time."

rebekah grabbed my hand, "no way. this ones on me."

i knew that meant she'd compel the pizza boy, which sometimes made me uncomfortable. it wasn't fair, or practical, and bit the pizza shop in the ass. but, sometimes being with rebekah let me feel dangerous in an empowering way. like we were sneaking beers from her fridge. with bonnie ,caroline, and elena, all of my other friends, i always felt coddled. looked down upon for being human. in dangerous situations, even in ones where i could help, i was always laughed out for offering my hands.

while we waited for the pizza, rebekah said she'd show me around.i'd never gotten to see the whole layout. it was three stories tall, the mansion, but rebekah said the top floor was basically klaus' weird torture dungeon, and i laughed that maybe it was a sex dungeon. she shoved my shoulder with a high-pitched, "ew!"

rebekah shivered at the gross thought, and continued with a small grimace. "that end of the hallway is finn's room," she pointed her manicured finger to my left. "and that one is kol's."

i glanced towards the former, and then to the right. my eyes lingered on the latter, at the cream-colored door, shut tight. i had met finn, but never kol. i heard plenty of stories about his psychotic vampirism, but i had seen a picture of him on rebekah's phone. apparently, he'd stolen it from her a few weeks ago when he discovered what a selfie was;

rebekah had shown with annoyance lining her tone, but she giggled when she pulled it up to show it to me. i laughed, too, but my eyes lingered on his own for a moment. he was kinda cute. i

i shook the memory from my mind. there was a thin line of light streaming from underneath the door. but, there wasn't much movement. what did original vampires do in their off time, anyways?

i asked, "what does everybody do all day?"

rebekah shrugged, "i think finn wants to get a job in town. history reservation or something. elijah writes, as you know. kol plays video games. he's just discovered call of duty, whatever that is. he might go back to college. i go to school, obviously. and klaus just tortures."

i tittered slightly, "sounds fun."

she shrugged with a small laugh. "okay, first floor."

i followed her down the steps. she'd long since switched her signature pumps to house slippers, red, glittery ones that scraped against the floor as she walked. i was just in your socks- ones with little puppies all over them. the floor was cool against my toes, but it felt good.

as we reached the landing of the first floor, rebekah began talking again, "this is technically the foyer, though i don't know why it's so big. that's the kitchen over there, attached is a dining room, sitting room, and the library. this way is the living room, and elijah's room. there's a bathroom off the kitchen and one next to his bedroom."

i perked up at the mention of the library, and rebekah looked at you sweetly, "would you like to go see it? klaus is an expansive collector."

thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. i was on top of the ladder in the library, running my fingers over the spines of the collection before me. the entire shelf i was wondrously gazing upon were first editions klaus had collected. anything from pride and prejudice, to a tale of a two cities. i wasn't the biggest fan of classics, but the history seeping from these novels, with a rustic cloud of smell, was engaging. my head tilted towards the sound of the doorbell, and i glanced down at rebekah.

"i got it," she nodded, waving me off. "keep looking. you seem happy."

i grinned at her retreating back. then i turned my attention back to the books. i stopped on the spine of an old classic, gently tugging it from its spot in the shelf. . i looped my arm through the ladder to balance myself as i began to open its pages. a voice sounded from the doorway.

"hello, darling."

i jumped slightly, and i gripped the ladder tighter. my heart thumped on my chest at the possibility of falling. with a hitched breath, i looked to the voice and saw a familiar boy standing there, hands in the front pockets of his sweatpants. i offered a gentle smile, "hello," i spoke quietly, shyness lacing my features and stomach. my heart rate steadied, but it still ran quick.

rebekah has always made sure kol was never around. she said he was flirtatious and obnoxious, and that she didn't want me to get caught up in his advances.

kol held my eyes in his own, a burning stare glinting in his brown eyes. he nodded towards the book in my hands, "which ones that?"

i glanced back down at the cover, then looked to him, "alice's adventures in wonderland."

"ah," kol stepped down into the room, slowly making his way closer. he continued, his eyes burning into mine, "'tis love...tis love that makes the world go round.'"

i furrowed my brows, a flurry feeling enlightening my stomach, and the corner of my lips lifted in a short smile. "you've read it?"

"when you live forever, you manage to read quite a lot of books," kol laughed lightly.

i turned from him, hoping if it broke eye contact, it would steady my heart. i slipped the novel back between the books on the highest shelf. "i'm not a fan of it, to be honest."

kol scoffed, "what! how?"

i began to ramble, turning back to face him, "i just don't like it. it's chaos. i know it's supposed to be- but there's no moral for me to connect to. i-"

amidst my rambling, i lost your footing on the ladder. i yelped as my felt your body tugged down by gravity, and my arms reached out, trying to grab the ladder. i was falling.

i heard a whoosh beneath me and, suddenly, i landed gently in someone's arms. i threw my arms out, holding tightly to their neck, and shoved my head up against their shoulder. my eyes were squeezed shut, an attempt to look away from the ground as i fell, but i slowly peeked one open. my heart was beating out of my chest.

i turned my head to the side and caught kol's eyes. his breath was warm across my face and a worried look creasing his brows. "you okay, darling?"

i immediately blushed, and shoved myself out of his arms. i found your footing on the ground, and put some distance between myself and him. i shoved my back agains the book case. "i'm fine," i breathed outwards, with a hand against my thumping chest, "thanks. i'm- fine."

kol went to respond when rebekah's voice sounded from the hallway, her slippers making that scuffing sound across the flooring. "that delivery boy was cute, y/n. i'm going to get his number for you next time-"

as she turned the corner into the room, her voice cut off. "kol! leave y/n alone!"

i blushed a deeper shade of red, feeling embarrassed that i was interacting with her brother. it wasn't like it was a crime, like she had banned me from doing so. but the situation felt secret, scandalous. i pressed my lips together in a thin line, staring at the floor beside rebekah's slippers.

the air was tense.

kol crossed his arms over his chest, "oh, sister, im just trying to introduce myself to your friend. you never let me meet her."

rebekah set her hands on her hips, "because you're creepy."

i wanted to laugh at the sibling rivalry, the funny quips and remarks they shot at each other. but, knowing their short tempers, i minded my business.

"ah, that's not true," kol replied. "don't make me look badly in front of your friend. y/n, is it?"

he met my eyes again, and a heat ran through me. i nodded, but rebekah interrupted the moment.

"well, you've introduced yourself. now, get out. don't you have some slaughtering to do?" rebekah's voice got a little higher, annoyance thick in her tone. she was losing patience.

i smiled politely, "it was nice meeting you," i turned to rebekah and began making my way to the door. "let's go watch a movie. i'm starving still."

rebekah sent another glare in kol's direction before giving in, following me out of the library. "just try to ignore him, please," she spoke.

i shrugged, "it's okay. he didn't bother me too much."

rebekah, a quick walker due to her impatience, quickly got ahead of me. i trailed behind, and almost stopped dead in my tracks to glance back over my left shoulder. kol was in the doorway, watching our retreating figures with a simple gaze, one of curiosity.

i sent him another smile, and waved my hand. kol's smirk grew.

he winked at me.

—

i was barely watching the movie. i kept staring the door with anticipation, wondering if he'd crash through them with that same smirk on his face. i knew it wasn't realistic- why would he? but i was craving his gaze.

i could feel the heat of his hands lingering on my thighs, on the curve of my back. i wanted to touch him again, just his arm or his cheek, to see if he was really that warm, or if i had imagined it. it was like he had burned me, and it was lingering on my skin.

i peeled my eyes from the door, and refocused onto the pizza box on the coffee table. rebekah flicked her eyes at your movement, but her wide-dough eyes were mainly yearning to consume the entertainment on the television. i took a big bite of the pizza slice, swallowed, and reached for my soda can. i almost rested it's opening to my lips, but the weight of it felt extremely light in my hold. i shook it, and heard the remnants of the soda rattle at the very bottom of the can.

here was my excuse.

i sat up, body stiff with anticipation. i cleared my throat, ran my tongue over my teeth to clean off the pizza. "iiiiiiiiii...m- im gonna get more soda..." i dragged out my words, trying to be careful. "you want some?"

rebekah flicked her hand in my direction, murmured something denying the offer.

i slyly set my pizza slice into the box and, with the empty can in tow, slipped out of the room. i practically tip-toed through the halls, towards the kitchen. every time i passed a doorway, i extended my neck to look through it. to look for him.

i felt foolish and silly- but giddy with excitement. what would i say if i ran into him? what would i do? he was probably in his room, playing call of duty. but what if he was waiting for me, too? there was that look in his eyes-

oh, my god. i'm pathetic. i want to be a typical teenager, but this is extreme. i shook my head of the cheesy thoughts, finally reaching the kitchen.

i dumped the trash into the garbage can. i didn't know where the cups were, but i really wanted a glass of water. i placed my hands on my hips, glancing around the cupboards before. i didn't know where the glasses were, so i began rummaging through every cabinet in search of them.

all of a sudden, within the moment of a small gust of air being interrupted, and the ruffle of the hair on my shoulders, i felt a presence engulf my back. my breath hitched, for the second time this evening, and i watched from the corner of my gaze as an arm reached around my head, pulling open the cupboard above me.

he closed his fingers around a glass, and brought it down to in front of my face. the moment lasted much longer than 10 seconds- but in actuality, it felt like the single blink of an eye. i let out the breath that filled your stomach, shaky with a curios ruin. my heart rate spiked.

"looking for this, darling?" his voice was hot as it breathed past my ear. it spiraled goosebumps down my body, tickling every sense along my spine.

i tried to steady my hand, but it was shaking as i took it from his grasp. "t-thank you."

i turned to face him, sure he would step back, but he stayed at his sultry distance. i backed up against the counter as much as i could, hugging the glass to my chest.

the corner of his pink lips curled into that signature smirk. he leaned in further, pressing both of his palms into the counter beside my hips. i finally got a good look at his eyes- and they were brown.

a golden hued, chocolatey brown that oozed warmth, radiated comfort. and bled desire.

my eyes flickered away from his. i remembered what rebekah said. he was a flirt. this is what he did. and i felt silly for thinking it was because of me.

i made my eyes refocus on the collar of his shirt. attempting to ground myself. "i-i've gotta get...back. to rebekah."

"bekah won't miss you too much if you stay here a moment longer," kol shrugged. he tilted his head to catch my gaze again.

i went red-hot all over my body- the blood rushed to the surface of my skin, as if to embarrass me in this moment. man, he was great at this.

i averted my eyes again, and pulled my body back further. i hugged the cup to my chest in an attempt to shy away from him. maybe he would back off if he saw i was uncomfortable.

though that was a lie.

kol did. his smirk faltered for a single second once he noticed i was shrinking away. he took the glass from my hands, fingers barely grazing my skin, and filled it up at the fridge.

i caught my wrist with my other hand and nervously wrung it for a moment. watching as he filled the glass, my heart rate began to steady and the heat dissipated. distance was good.

"here you are, love," he presented the cup like a golden apple, "one glass of water."

i cracked a small smile, managing to elicit a cheeky response now that distance was between you. "are you a waiter now?"

"might take up that profession," kol leaned back against the island, making a questioning face with a pursed, deep frown. it was silly.

i giggled, "have fun with that. and thanks for the water."

kol sent me another wink as i headed for the exit, "anything for the beautiful damsel in distress."

i laughed again, but quickly sped out of there.

he was really good.

—

rebekah was in love with julia roberts.

as i picked up your trash from the movie room and hauled it to the kitchen garbage, she ranted on and on about the actresses portrayal of the woman in notting hill.

i tossed the pizza box, a few paper plates, and two more soda cans into the trash. distantly listening, my mind began to wander. again. what was wrong with me?

it was like his very presence in this house was putting me on edge. it felt like i was playing cat and mouse- only i was a not-so cautious mouse with a death wish. every time i heard a door close, every time footsteps shook the ceiling, my heart jumped out of my throat.

rebekah poured a blood bag into a glass, decorating it with a pink straw that had an umbrella on it. she began to go on about julia roberts purse, but i interrupted. i knew it was a bad idea, to plant this conversation, but i needed to know something.

"so, what's with kol, anyways?" i asked, distant.

her mouth hung open slightly, "what?" rebekah furrowed her brows.

i shrugged, sliding up onto the bar stool. "what's his deal? like, i know about you, elijah, and klaus. but what about kol?"

"he's a psycho, y/n," she took a sip through the straw, manicured fingers holding onto the end. "he throws temper tantrums and runs off to kill dozens of people constantly. he's the most problematic of all of us. he was wreckless before he turned and it's only enhanced by his immortality."

i nodded along to her words, my fingers playing with one another atop the counter. i couldn't say you were happy to hear that the one original vampire you thought was cute was a murdered. but the information helped ground me more. there it was; another reason to snap the hell out of it. "oh, joy...do you guys not get along well?"

rebekah continued drinking, and as she swallowed, she thought. "depends on the day. i can't say that we always do. sometimes. he's just very- closed off, i guess. sometimes i try to bridge the gap, but he doesn't let anybody in."

the hurt was evident in her eyes, and she tried to play off his discomfort by staring into her drink. i quickly changed the subject, settled on dropping him from my mind for good. he could flirt as much as he wanted, but i wasn't going to let him toy with me. i was better than that. "let's stop talking about your brother and go swimming. it's finally dark out."

rebekah glanced over my shoulder, to the sliding patio doors. the back yard was completely pitch black. she thought for another moment before a smile lit up her face. rebekah walked over to the doors. she slipped a switch, and the porch flooded with light.

"now that sounds like fun."

i perked up at the sight of the ginormous pool. the deck extended out over the yard, providing a direct drop off into the pool. there were lounge chairs, couches circled around a fire pit.

"hey, can we have a fire later?" i offered. "we can make s'mores."

rebekah looked at you with a bewildered face, "what the hell is a s'more?"

"just say yes," i tittered with a tease, jumping off the stool.

we quickly went upstairs and changed into our bathing suits. rebekah offered a beach towel, still with the tags on it. i laughed at its newness and ripped the tags off. i wrapped it around my shoulders, chilly from the stale air of the house. vampires didn't need heat, or air, so the cold virginia night seeped through the cracks in the molding between windows and doors, sending shivers down my spine.

"the pools heated," rebekah noticed the goosebumps trailing my bare skin. "let me go ask somebody about the house, though. don't see why we can't cater to you considering we can't feel much."

i nodded with a smile, and followed her down the stairs, again. though it was magnificent, the house was like a built-in gym. to get from any point a to any point b, we had had to cross numerous football fields worth of space. i took a deep breath as we hit the first floor landing, feeling silly and human at the fact that i was out of breath.

rebekah took a sniff, which was strange, but after she turned her head to the kitchen and made a determined march towards it, you remembered that's how she operated. she located people by smell. klaus, finn, and elijah were all sitting around the island, just...hanging out? all the warnings my friends had given me remained more and more untrue every single day. this was a family- a normal, old, ordinary family.

sometimes they hung out in the kitchen, drinking beers and playing a game of rummy. finn must have still been learning, because he looked distraught and confused.

"oh, little sister, perfect," klaus waved her over with a finger.

rebekah rolled her eyes, but stepped closer to his shoulder. "yes, nik?"

"tell me; does this look like a worthy risk to take?" klaus smirked, though it was not as menacing as his others have been in the past. it was simple mischief. brotherly cheating in a card game.

i smiled slightly as elijah slapped his cards into the table with a groan. "you cannot cheat, niklaus! we've been over this!"

klaus looked offended, "it is not cheating if i ask someone not in the game!"

"that's literally the definition of cheating," the words slipped from your tongue with a giggle. i expected them to be angry that i bugged into their conversation, but elijah simply looked to me with comradery.

"thank you! it's the definition, klaus," elijah took a swig of his beer.

"if anyone gets to cheat, it should be me," finn groaned. he looked up at me with these puppy dog eyes, tilting his cards slightly towards my gaze.

i stepped closer with an encouraging grin. "let's see..."

elijah groaned even louder, slapping his cards to his face this time. "oh, i give up!"

i helped finn pick out a set of hearts, 9-J to play off of elijah's 6-8. finn was so happy, he stood from his chair and hugged me tightly.

rebekah finally got annoyed by her brothers and cleared her throat over the rowdiness. "can someone please turn the heat on in this house for y/n? the poor things freezing."

everyone looked to me, concern lacing their features. elijah set his cards down on the table and stood up, "let's see. i think there's something called a thermostat."

klaus looked to his brother curiously, but finn was focused on his hand. "what's that?"

rebekah pulled out of her phone, "i'll look it up."

a laugh burst out of my chest, and i went red as everyone looked to me again. i padded over to elijah, saying, "i know how to do that."

there was a vent beside your feet, and a warm shiver trailed your body as it burst open and air trickled out. "ah, there we go," i sighed in content. "thank you," i nodded up at elijah.

he smiled kindly. "are you two going swimming, then?" he pointed between us, glancing at the lit-up pool.

"figured we might as well get some use out of those dreadful house," rebekah commented as she leaned against the counter.

klaus set down the cards in his hands, and fumbled with his beer. he looked thoughtful, "swimming sounds intriguing."

finn looked up, "swimming is an activity these days?"

rebekah shrugged, "it's strangely fun."

"well, enjoy yourselves," elijah spoke, sliding back onto his seat.

rebekah pushed off the counter and grabbed two wine glasses from a cupboard. the bottle of wine she brought from her room sat in her other arm. she looked at me with raised brows, "oh, we will, brother. let's go."

bubbling with excitement, i moved to the sliding glass doors and opened one for rebekah. she stepped out into the night, and waited for me to close it. "okay, you probably know how to use this better than i," rebekah said as she neared a set of speakers. "it's bluetooth? whatever that means."

i laughed for the millionth time, "don't worry. i've got it."

i slumped onto a lounge chair near the speaker, fiddling with the buttons and volume in order to connect my phone. rebekah set the wine glasses and the bottle onto the outdoor dining table. she opened the bottle without even using a wine opener, and poured it into the two glasses.

she brought one over just as the speakers beeped, indicating my phone had connected. i put my playlist on shuffle, and rebekah cheered as a one direction song came on.

"oh, i just love harry styles," she gushed, taking a large gulp of her wine.

"me, too," i swirled the wine around in my glass. "you know what i love even more? swimming. so, peace out."

i stood from the chair and padded over to the pool. i crouched down, setting my wine glass on the concrete siding, and plopped onto my butt. i dipped my feet into the water, and with my palms pressed against the ground, pushed myself into the pool. it came up to my stomach, and i yelped at the cold.

rebekah laughed at my response, tip-toeing to the water with a giant pink pool floaty in her hands. she went around the to the steps and carefully balanced onto the float. as she passed me, i grabbed my glass of wine and downed a large sip.

"this is amazing," rebekah commented, her head lolling back as her eyes fell shut.

i took another sip of my drink before setting it down. "i know, right? this is peak luxury."

rebekah snorted at my comment. "you really are poor."

i scoffed and splashed her with water. her face scrunched up as she flinched, and she kicked her floaty away from me. using the hair tie on my wrist, i pulled my hair up into a very messy bun.

"not all of us have spent eternity, dining with kings and queens," i mocked the last part in a faux-accent.

"i've never dined with a king. a few queens, yes. an emperor? yes. the president? sure. but never a king."

i rolled my eyes, "whatever."

rebekah's floaty spun away from me slowly. she was humming to the one direction song, looking fully content with the relaxing moment.

turning from her, i took a deep breath, shut my eyes, and dove into the water. i swam down to the deep end, and when my hand met the wall, i came up for air. i wiped the water from my eyes, holding onto the edge of the pool so i didn't have to tire my kicking feet. i spun to face the doors to the house, planting my elbows onto the side of the pool.

then, i spotted kol. he was walking through the kitchen, a beer in his hands. he was obviously teasing his brothers, based on the smirk he wore and the annoyance seeping from his family members' expressions. my eyes followed him while he peered over klaus' shoulder, and a chuckle fell from my throat as klaus shoved him away. kol put his hands up defensively, but his ear perked up at the sound of my laugh. his eyes met mine through the glass, his lips lifting further into a grin.

i quickly turned away, taking another breath to dive back under the water. but, i heard the sliding glass door peel open within the span of seconds. i watched rebekah lift her head off of the back of the floaty and glare at the new presence on the patio.

"kol, leave."

i faced him, anticipating a cheeky response. "oh, but beks, this looks like fun. let me join!"

elijah stood from the island and stepped outside, "kol," he spoke, firmly, "leave them alone."

kol raised his hands defensively, again, "i'm not trying to cause anything, 'lijah. i honestly want to swim, as well. look, they've got music, drinks. it seems like a great time."

elijah looked to rebekah, who was glaring at the exchange. he gave her a knowing look and she drew back, beginning to yell out a no, but elijah said, "if we can't swim in a pool together, what kind of family are we?"

elijah, kol, and i looked to rebekah expectantly, awaiting her permission. she glanced at me and i shrugged, "i don't mind. maybe we could play chicken."

"kay," rebekah furrowed her brows, "i don't know what the hell that is. but..." she paused, stared deeply into her wine glass, took the biggest gulp, and said, "what the hell!"

elijah, klaus, and kol changed into bathing suits. finn went out. klaus tried out the diving board and showed off an insane front flip into the water. elijah took the steps, carefully and skillfully entering the water. i held onto rebekah's floaty, laughing with her at klaus' flip.

i reached for my glass of wine on the side of the pool when, all of a sudden, we heard kol yell from inside the house. he came running out, yelling all the while, in a pair of pineapple swim trunks. he jumped into the middle of the pool, cannon-balling. i let go of my wine glass and, instead, braced myself on the concrete. the water shook us all around, mini-waves swirling from his jump.

rebekah groaned, while elijah and klaus shared a laugh. i smiled, and watched as kol popped out of the water. he flipped back his head, his wet hair sending a splash towards klaus. the former brother pounced in response, tackling kol into the water. they wrestled for a moment, laughter ringing in my ears, before kol pushed klaus away.

"so, what is this chicken game, y/n?" kol said, through heavy breaths from the exertion. "does it involve chickens?"

i looked to him, the grin never leaving my face. upon meeting my gaze, his lips lifted up a bit. i faltered, but pushed on, "i don't know why it's called that. there are no chickens involved. basically, two people sit on two other people's shoulders and each tries to push the other off. its really fun."

"i'm game," klaus raised a finger.

i glanced at him, then to rebekah, "how about you?"

she shrugged, "i wanna relax. that sounds stressful."

elijah, of all people, swam over to her. she looked at him warningly as he got too close, "don't be boring, sister." suddenly, he lifted the bottom of her floaty and flipped her off of it. rebekah screamed as she went, her wine glass falling in beside her.

i gripped the side of the pool, laughing my ass off at the exchange. i glanced around and saw kol was staring at me with the brightest smile. my face flushed red and i stopped. he scrunched his nose at me, as if to acknowledge my resistance, and looked away.

rebekah came out of the water with an angry expression on her face. "oh, you're dead!"

rebekah claimed klaus as her fighting partner instantly. she got onto his shoulders with determination as elijah climbed onto kol. they moved towards a shallower, yet still deep enough, end of the pool. the water dipped beneath kol's chest as it rippled. i let my eyes wander there for the first time, and i blushed red. i was hot- though it was chilly outside- to the very core. kol caught my expression for what felt like the millionth guilty time and he winked.

he had to stop doing that.

i pulled myself onto the edge of the pool letting just my feet sink in the water as i watched them fight. "okay," i caught everyone's attention, "no super strength! it's not fair. and, on 3- 1...2...3!"

rebekah reached forward with all her might and began shoving elijah at his shoulders. kol held on tightly, though, white knuckling elijah's thighs. it took a while for one of them to fall, but, eventually, elijah fell back into the water. kol managed to evade the crash and swam out from under his brother.

rebekah looked to me with excitement. she shook her triumphant fists in the air, before grabbing klaus' head and tugging it around. he laughed at his little sister's antics.

shortly after everyone calmed down, rebekah demanded she go again. "but, i want y/n to play! this was her idea, after all."

klaus nodded, still holding his sister on his shoulders. "yeah, cmon, y/n!"

i lifted myself into the pool, smiling at their encouragement. scanning kol and elijah, i hoped to myself that the former would be the one to hold me on his shoulders. elijah went to offer, but kol cut him off, "i've got you, darling."

kol held out his hand, the one with his daylight ring on the finger. i swam over, trying not to stare at the veins running from his knuckles and up his arms. i delicately placed my hand in his and let him pull me closer. i could feel eyes on us and i knew it was rebekah. she was more than likely pissed at kol, and glaring daggers into his skin. but i tried to ignore that. even if his flirtasious advances were just how he was, i could relish on his skin touching mine.

even if that was wrong, too.

kol placed my hand on his shoulder as he pulled me around, to his back. "ready?" he peered over his shoulder, and when i nodded, he pushed down into the water. i braced my hands on his shoulders, swinging one leg at a time over them. i felt his large hands stable my legs on him and, when he felt they were, he came up.

i squeaked at the easy force, as if i weighed nothing, and gripped onto his hands. his skin really was that warm. kol looked up at me, "you okay, love?"

i nodded, "y-yes. let's get 'em."

i, unfortunately, did not get anybody. rebekah either couldn't not use her supernatural strength, or she was just abnormally strong. she pushed me under twice, and i was not willing to try a third time. each time i fell off kol's shoulders, he'd quickly whip around and fish me out by the hips. it was too much for my little heart, which was beating completely out of my chest.

in the last round, kol spun as soon as he felt me slip, and caught me so my legs were wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping the underneath of my thighs. i gasped as the space between our faces was non-existent. his breath was minty like before, hot and sharp as his chest pushed in and out heavily. kol contemplated my face, eyes flickering between my lips and my eyes.

the world around us felt like it froze in time. as if kol and i were encased in a snowglobe, the laughter from his brothers and sister were muffled onlookers. as if we were sitting on a shelf, in some faraway shop, price tagged for a moment that was forever occurring. just him and i, floating through time.

my fingers slipped through the hair at the nape of his neck, and i felt him shiver at my touch. but, as the moment came to a jarring snap back into time, i twisted my lips into a frowning smile. i slid my hands to either of his shoulders, squeezed gently once, and pushed myself back from him. i slipped into the water and kicked lightly to put distance between us.

whatever that was- whatever was happening here, needed to stop.

rebekah was fervently loyal- so much so that she was territorial. she had lost so much in her life- friends, lovers, parents, and siblings. she made sure that what she had was hers- even if it meant people would die.

if she knew her best friend and her brother had shared as many moments as they had today, that they had both felt a spark, felt a shimmer of something, she would surely dagger kol.

she wouldn't lose to me, especially not to him.

as i swam back from him, kol's eyes downturned with restless confusion. i knew, from the way his hands gripped at my skin, the way his vision desired me, that he meant more than to ruffle my feathers. that he held felt an attraction towards me.

and i had felt it for him, too.

i bit my lip harshly, hoping to bleed out the feelings, and shook my head.

no.

we couldn't.

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