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Ocean Deep Ch14 Mers And Ladies

(Warnings: Mentioning of killing/blood/murder/wounds/drowning/bloodloss, Y/n does have a stab wound but it's NOT serious and doesn't really affect her too much. Mentioning of yn being stabbed with a knife.

NOW SOME IMPORTANT INFO FOR THIS CHAPTER!! I have three things to announce.

Firstly just a quick recap of mer Tengen's design-

Tengen would be a white butterfly koi fish mer and would look like the linked post below except less eel and more butterfly koi also below.

Merman Tengen( minus the eel like features)

his tail would be more like this instead

Secondly the QnA from last chapter. If any questions are lumped together then it's because the same person asked more than one question.

*Is Y/n still alive?

Obviously yes. And she's ok.

*Do mers have jobs or just chill in the ocean? Is there a mer equivalent to the demon slayer corps? Is there a reason why the wives chose to go by Tengen's last names and not Rengoku's? Why does Rengoku still go by his own last name? Is polygamy more common among mers?

They just chill. No not really. Usually only the lady mers change their last names but this isn't always the case, but they love Tengen very much. Rengoku is still attached to his family name. Not really. Some mers are poly some aren't.

*How many chapters are left?

Im not sure. I already have the plot in mind, it's just a matter of writing it out.

*Was Tengen's parts near the end a flashback or happening in the moment?

In the moment. No flashbacks that chapter.

Thanks to everyone who asked questions! Now that's over with-

Thirdly, I made a small side story for Ocean Deep containing Mer Douma x Reader. The link for anyone who wants to read it is below I also read you can replace a pint of blood after donating it within 24 hours if this is inaccurate I apologize.

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"Leave her on the beach! Someone will find her or she'll wake up and go home herself!"

A voice..Male. Deeper. Different. Unfamiliar.

"We can't just abandon her! She's wounded! LOOK FOR YOURSELF!"

Pain. Numbness. Cold black closing in.

"....."

"Tengen, please."

"....Press down on the wound tightly. It's a long trip and if she's going to make it then she'll need all the blood she can keep in her body."

Where are you?

.. Everything is so dark.

What happened?

Why isn't there anything here?

We're you dead? Did you finally die? Is this what being dead was? Nothing but black abyss where you couldn't feel anything? ...It was ..oddly peaceful despite being so eerie.

"-likeliness to survive is guaranteed I'd say."

Huh? What was that? It sounded like the second half of a sentence you only just now noticed. Was there other spirits here with you?

"That's a relief. I was worried about the stab to her shoulder there. I do hope she's not too hurt."

"Don't worry yourself too much, Koyuki. It was a rather small blade and it only stabbed some fat and muscle. A few stitches and some rest will have her healed up within a few months!"

A small sigh of relief. "Oh thank goodness. I'm sure everyone will be relieved to hear that."

"How about you? How are you feeling today? That sudden fever came out of nowhere."

"I feel much better but Shinobu says I should stay in bed today."

"That's good. Did she wake up while we were gone?"

"No but she did move in her sleep."

"Ah. Good. That means she might wake up soon. I'll just take your temperature and leave you two to rest for a little while."

There was the sounds of retreating footsteps and maybe a door squeaking shut. Did the afterlife even have doors? You didn't get a chance before the world fell into unconscious again- The next time you regained consciousness, you opened your eyes only to blink suddenly as a harsh light beamed down on you. Was that the fabled tunnel? We're you going to heaven?! A few blinks more had the harsh light evening out into other less harsh colors of browns and beige. You didn't know heaven had an oak ceiling-...

Wait. Ceiling?

F/c eyes blinked and eyebrows scrunched in confusion as your vision ever so slowly unblurred and you found yourself staring at an oakwood ceiling. There was silence as you continued to stare at it for the longest time.. before your head tilted to the right. The light source was discovered in the form of an open window. The sight of a calm blue sky and fluffy white clouds greeted you and a nice warm breeze bringing the smell of the salty ocean came through...Wait. This wasn't the beach. Could it be-??

Your eyes shifted down to your body and you only now felt the soft warmth hugging your body. Clean sheets covered your body as you lied upon your futon and a nice thick and warm blue blanket covered you from your feet to your neck. You were..in bed?? Could it be that this entire thing was just a dream? Only a silly dream about mermaids and jewelry and Akira that felt like it lasted for months but was really only a night or two?

Slowly you willed your arm to move. Your right arm pushed up, up, up. You felt heavy, sluggish, and every movement was a pins and needles tingling feeling. The blue blanket fell away partially as your hand extended to the ceiling and wriggled all five fingers. Your other hand went to do the same thing-

UNTIL A WHITE HOT PAIN SHOT FROM YOUR SHOULDER AND DOWN YOUR SPINE-!!!

"AH!!"

You couldn't help but cry out from the sudden throbbing pain that shot from your shoulder and throughout your body. It was a burning throbbing pain that pulsed out from just behind your left shoulder. Your teeth gritted as you hissed, body contorting in pain and then there was a sharp gasp-

...Wait. That wasn't from you.

Your head turned to the left in the direction of the sound and froze as two pairs of eyes met. A pair of pretty cherry blossom pink eyes and equally shaped pretty white flower shaped pupils stared down at your confused orbs. For a moment there was nothing but silence as your brain processed the other person in the room looking at you- Before she jumped as your body moved quickly.

Pink eyes blinked watching the other woman quickly flip onto her right side and struggle to push herself up onto numb arms and legs. "W-Wait! Don't do that! You'll hurt yourself!"

The other paid no mind to her warnings as she proceeded to crawl like a rapid animal desperate to get away from here. Falling onto her face after getting entangled in the sheets and letting out a yelp of pain. A rush of adrenaline shot up into your veins as you forced yourself back up and, although probably looking ridiculous, you crawled desperately for the door despite the emense pain in your shoulder and how tingly and weak your limbs were.

"Please stop! You're making it worse!"

Ignored. A desperate churning voice pounded at your skull. Run! Run! Run! Get out! Get away! It shouted that over and over, and like a scared injured rabbit you obeyed that. Legs unready for walking were forced up- only for you to fall back onto them with a thud.

"Shinobu! Kanae! Somebody help!"

More people?! SCREW THIS!! In some adrenaline fueled strength, somehow your foggy mind was able to get up onto your legs shaking uncontrollably like you were a bare in a blizzard! You ran! Throwing yourself at the door and throwing it open with a slide! A loud thudding sound reverberated throughout the hall and room as you threw yourself out- Only to collide almost collide into someone carrying a bowl. The pink haired girl squealed as you knocked into her, knocking the bowl of soup outta her hands. The distant sounds of spilling liquids filled the air behind you as your body collided with a wall so wobbly and unstable that you fell over onto your stomach. If your head wasn't blank from the pain, you might've heard the thud of the bowl and the clattering of a spoon somewhere behind you. Scrambling, clawing at the floorboards, and crawling like a desperate animal just turned free you carried on. Looking like a crazy person. Freedom! Freedom! To freedom you nearly were-

Until hands grabbed you.

You squealed out as two pairs of hands grabbed you by the arms on either side of your body and pulled you backwards and away from the door with a window in the middle showing the outside world and your near freedom.

"Fast one aren't you?"

"LET ME GO!," you shrieked kicking out weakly no avail.

Whoever it was was physically stronger as you were dragged across the floor back towards the room, and you were too physically weak to fight them off. Your shoulder still throbbed in pain but that didn't stop whoever they were from pulling you back into the room past the pink haired girl who tilted her head and looked worried with a hand to her face. You cursed pushing and pulling until you were plopped down onto something soft and you were finally released, falling backwards onto the soft bed- Your body said screw it and pushed yourself back up to snarl at your captors-...Only to be taken aback by what..Or better yet WHO who saw surrounding you.

LADIES!!

There was five other women in here staring at you. And all of them were fairly beautiful. There was the girl still sitting in the futon a few feet away from you, her long black hair flowing around her nightgown and an open book she had presumably been reading open wide on her lap. A second figure was worriedly shifting from one foot to the other looking the most worried and had long pink braids that faded to a lime green at the ends. But the two you REALLY noticed was the two looming over you. The one to the right was the most beautiful. Pretty pink eyes, tall, and long black hair that swayed when she tilted her smile at you. The second one was more around your height, and just as pretty with black hair with purple ends pinned up and lavender orbs gazing down at you. She also wore a smile but it looked more..blank than the first one. And then finally you caught a fifth person's gaze. Young. So young that she could've been your little sister if your parents had anyone children. She peeked around the doorframe curiously with pink eyes a similar shade to the tall girl but in design more to the purple eyed one. All three having a similar facial structure.

You stared at everyone around you bewildered before scowling. "Look- Just take what you want!" You held up a hand. "I don't have anything valuable on me anyways! Just let me go and I promise you I won't tell anyone!" The two smiling people exchanged looks above you. "I'm not worth the trouble anyways!"

There was a moment of silence still before Ms. Tall-With-Pink-Eyes chuckled holding a hand to her face. "I think she's mixing up the situation as something else."

"Well can you blame her with what she went through last night?," Ms. Lavender Eyes answered back before they both looked at you again. "I think we got off om the wrong foot." You jumped as with without warning she grabbed your eye forcing it more open as she peered at you. "Her eyes aren't clouded so that must mean she's completely lucid. Are you feeling light headed or anything similar?"

"Ow. " You pulled away from her shaking your head and scowling. "Just who are you people!? Where am I?!" Obviously you weren't home and you weren't on any beach. So where was this place?

"Forgive us. You must be very confused." Ms. Tall-With-Pink-Eyes spoke again before Ms. Lavender Eyes moved beside you. "I'm Kanae and that's my sister." She gestured to said sister who picked up your wrist to feel for a pulse as you were distracted. "You're here because you were hurt. Do you remember anything about what happened last night?"

"Last..night?"

She nodded as her sister went to your back. "Don't push yourself if you can't but can you tell us if you do remember what happened?"

Your eyes blinked. Mind going off in thought. What did happen last night? ..You remembered arriving at the beach- "I..remember the beach. It was so big and full of wreckage." Just thinking about all of those broken ships, some being where the men of your village spent their last living moments, sent chills down your spine. "And it was just turning sunset." You remembered how beautiful it was. You've never seen the sun make water sparkle like that. "Then I-" You opened your mouth but quickly stopped and closed it.

YOU COULDN'T TELL THEM YOU WERE HELPING MERMAIDS!! They might think you were crazy or having bad hallucinations! Or they might turn on you for helping nonhuman creatures!

"I was...releasing some fish back into the ocean I didn't want," you settled on. Technically it was the truth. Mermaids were part fish after all. "And then-"

You fell silent once more. A rock settling in your stomach. Akira. Knife. Stabbing. Everything going black!

"Akira!" The women jumped as you looked around wildly. Fear etched into your features. But there was no man amongst the women still amongst you. "Where is he?! H-He was on the docks with me when I passed out!"

"The man who stabbed you?" You flinched at Ms. Lavender Eye's blunt tone but she waved you off pulling the back of your collar to peek at your back. "..Hmm. The bandages are still clean and tied. I don't think she tore any stitches from her earlier stunt."

Your head craned behind you to raise a brow at her. "Stitches?"

She nodded. "You're extremely lucky! Your wound isn't very large or deep despite requiring stitches. You should be fully healed in two maybe three months. Obviously whoever tried to harm you was stupid in his selection of weapons!"

....You didn't know whether she was being serious or sarcastic with the bluntness of her words but you did frown. "Well thank goodness for that. I was worried about the size of knife that nearly killed me! Thank goodness for stupidity." Your eyes rolled. "But that still doesn't answer my questions. Who are you people and where am I?"

"Forgive us." Kanae(why does that name sound familiar?) smiled wider at you. Maybe to try to comfort you? "You're on an island a few miles off the coast you described. You were brought here by a few friends to have your wounds treated." She held up her hands. "But don't worry. As long as you take it easy, your wound shall heal in the timeframe my sister described." Well that's a relief. "However you lost some blood."

The blood drained from your face. "How..much?"

"About a pint I'd say. Don't worry. Usually the human body replaces that amount within twenty four hours but I want you to rest for at least two or three days before you try walking just in case."

"Oh...Will I be able to walk normally then?"

"Certainly."

You gave a sigh of relief. "Good. Then I can finally be able to go home." Kanae lost her smile for a moment giving a glance at her sister. "Then who are the rest of you?" You gave another look around the room. The other girl in bed was dressed a similar way to you in white nightgowns. We're you in a hospital? "Is she a patient too?"

"Oh. How rude of me. That's Koyuki. She's just running a fever. She's Shinobu, Mitsuri, and that is our younger sister in the doorway." Kanae pointed at each person as she told you their names with a smile. Mitsuri? Shinobu? Kanae? Koyuki? Why did all of their names sound familiar to you? You blinked as the blue blanket was pulled back up your body by Kanae. "Your body needs rest. Try to get comfortable and we'll bring you some food. You'll be needing lots of liquids and try to relax. Ok?"

You didn't know what to think really as you were made to lay back down and watched as they left. Where were you? Where was Akira? Where were your friends? We're they ok?....Your brain answered two of the four questions. Your friends are back in the ocean now safe and sound at last where they should be. By now they were probably already far away from here reuniting with Tengen(whoever he was) and they'd all be happy again.

...

A tiny smile formed on your face at the thought. It didn't matter if you were hurt. Your mission was successful and over with. Your friends were safe and home at last, you were no longer baring any burdens, and you were alive. Even if your current state was less than ideal, you didn't have to worry about anything else. Finally after so many months, the best kind of relief filled your body and you allowed yourself to relax. There was still the matter of Akira ..and Niko's horse but you'd happily deal with both of those later. With any luck the ships will be spared now and things could go back to the ways they were. Maybe people could even move back to town!

Oh how fate loved to throw boulders at you.

The Mitsuri girl had stayed to clean up the soup you made her spill (oops) and then two of the three sisters returned carrying trays of more soup. Kanae and her younger pinked eyed sister. The young girl couldn't have been older than fifteen or sixteen years tops. Both you and Koyuki had been given this crab soup and something dawned on you. The spoon lifted to your face but never touched your face as you froze up staring wide eyed. Footsteps softly thudded towards the doorway on their way ou-

"Kanae Kocho."

The footsteps stopped just shy of the doorway, back to the f/c eyes that now looked at her in familiarity.

"You're Kanae Kocho aren't you?! And your sisters are the same ones that disappeared last year!"

The realization had finally struck you. THESE REALLY ARE THE KOCHO SISTERS!! They'd disappeared last year and vanished without a trace! You weren't particularly close to the Kocho family but being in the same town you'd see them walking around from time to time. It just took you a while to recognize them!

"And you got kidnapped the year before that!," you accused pointing at Mitsuri who only blinked, "And you're the girl that was rumored to have drowned two years ago!" Koyuki blinked at the pointing hand. "What are you all doing here?! Don't you know your families are worried sick about you all?! What gives?! How did you escape that Naga?! Did you all just fake your deaths or something?!"

You couldn't help the rapid firing of questions that left your mouth under the mountain of realizations. These girls were apparently alive, not dead, and seemed in your point of view to be doing so well for themselves. What the hell gives?! No one answered. Giving you wide eyed silent stares until Kanae turned to you still with that smile which had now turned sad.

"Get some rest. Everything will be answered in time."

You were left just like that. Left with the weird sea food tasting soup to eat and with more questions than answers.

...

WHAT THE ACTUALLY HELL WAS GOING ON HERE?!

First all these girls disappear, then a couple merman destroy your town and way of life, then a merman shows up, then you get wrapped up in kidnapped mermaid drama, then you get stabbed while releasing said mermaids, and now the girls that are supposed to be dead... Aren't dead??? Just what the world did you get yourself into!? It was like just when you got yourself out of one mystery you fall into another! You tried talking to the other two remaining girls but Koyuki didn't say anything and Mitsuri squeaked out some excuse to leave quickly. It almost felt like you were back to square one... Y'know what? It's fine. If they ran away from home then that wasn't any of your business but you'd send some anonymous letters to the families (if you could find them) and let them sort this out. You didn't think they deserved to believe their daughters were dead.

You had enough things to worry about without getting involved into anymore drama.

Like getting back home and getting your life back in order. So you didn't mention anything about disappearing or mermaids for the rest of that day, and the next day either. Shinobu had shown up to look over yourself again and you only remained polite and short.

"Do you feel better today?", she asked you.

"Yes. Thank you ..And sorry about yesterday."

"Don't worry about it. I'd act the same way if I was you. Any pain or numbness?"

"Only in my shoulder."

That was it. Only a few sentences before she left again and you were left in bed to rest with nothing but more of that fish tasting soup to eat. You get that they wanted you to have more liquids but couldn't they at least give you better tasting soup?

You couldn't take it the third day. You awoke pretty early in the morning, in fact the sun was barely even up when you woke. Taking a moment you stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before glancing over to Koyuki. She was fast asleep softly snoring and turned away from you.. Everyone else was probably most likely still asleep this early as well.

NOW WAS YOUR CHANCE!

Slowly the blankets was peeled off your body and in the same manner as two days ago, you rolled onto your unhurt side to push up onto your hands and knees. Biting your tongue to not groan in pain that still lingered. Hurt or not you were leaving. You had done your duties, now you could just move on and never look back! Ever so slowly you pushed yourself to your feet which were still a bit wobbly but not as bad as it was two days ago. You should be able to walk now though if you went by what Kanae said. Tip toeing your way over, you slowly slid the door open only looking behind you once to make sure Koyuki was still fast asleep before popping your head into the hallway. It was quiet and no one else was around.

AND THE DOOR TO FREEDOM WAS STILL THERE DOWN THE HALL.

You slowly stepped out into the hall closing the door back behind you quietly. You still couldn't run with your wobbly legs so you instead wobble walked down the hall quietly and made for the door. You had a head start! If you hurried then you'd be able to get away without anyone noticing that you were missing. The front door was upon you. It slid open. You stepped out and quickly slid it back shut. You turned around-

AND THEN YOU WERE MET WITH THE OCEAN!

You stopped stunned by the long stretch of sandy beach only stopping when it collided with lazy waves rolling over the soft sand and wetting any shells under it. The silence was only broken by said waves and the soft footfalls of your feet taking a few steps in the squishy sand. The wind blew send stands of your messy hair flowing about and the hem of your long nightgown flowing. A few seagulls cried out in the distance excited to have some food and leaving you to stare.

"...Where am I?"

F/c orbs scanned the horizon where the sunrise was rising from the horizon. Nothing but blue water was in every direction you looked in. Not a sign of other land anywhere!...You were probably taking further down the beach! There wasn't any wreckage so that must mean you were taken further away from the docks. So if you just started walking then you'd soon come back to the graveyard of ships! Perfect! You hoped the horse was still windering where you left it. With a breath you began walking along the sandy shore and away from the house to get away before they could wake you up and drag you back to the room again.

So you walked. Wobbly along but you walked. And walked. And walked.

YOU DIDN'T SEE THE RED EYES WATCHING YOUR EVERY MOVE OR THE WHITE MASS UNDER THE WAVES FOLLOWING YOU.

Slowly the sun rose higher and higher in the sky making it warmer and brighter. Huh. You knew the coast was really big by the stories the fishermen told but you wondered how far up the beach they took you. Your right side was nothing but beach and ocean. Your left tropical forest you didn't want to go explore. The house was out of sight now, but you couldn't tell exactly how far away you were from it.

"I'm starting to get beat."

Your body still might've not have been fully recovered because you were quickly getting tired with the want to rest. You usually could go on for longer but you were in condition to fight your body's limits. So you stopped and looked around. There wasn't anywhere in sight that could be a suitable place to sit down and rest, until you spotted a large flat rock leading off the shore and into the water a little bit. The waves sloshing on the sides but not wetting the top. Seemed like a good of a place as any to sit down that wasn't in danger of sharp seashells or whatever dangerous animals might be in the unknown woods behind you. But it was smack dab in sight for all to see.

"..Ten minutes," you told yourself tiredly wobbling towards it, "It's only for just ten minutes. Then I'm leaving."

The squishy sand laced with sharp shells scraped under your tired legs soon replaced by warm but smooth rock as you stepped onto the flat stone and sighed. It felt nice. Magenta eyes watched the way you smiled beautifully at your feet and stepped further to the edge of the rock. Drifting closer the eyes came as she slowly lowered until she sat down submerging her legs to the knees and sighing in the relief the cool water gave her sore body. The bottom of her nightgown bunched up just above her kneecaps. A giggle escaping her as the waves rolled over her skin. She looked pretty.

You sighed in the relief your legs were currently getting hugged by the water. "This feels nice. It's too bad my shoulder is killing me."

Bubbles streaming to the surface got closer and closer to you as a white mass got closer and closer until a webbed hand silently reached out to grab the ledge of the rock behind you-

"Ah!" You hissed and gently reached a hand behind you to gentle rub your shoulder with a wince.

"Back pain? I hate that."

"Tell me about it. So annoying."

"I know right?"

"Yes."

"......"

A GLASS SHATTERING SOUND WENT OFF IN YOUR MIND.

Your eyes comically went wide as an owl's as you froze. ...And then you slowly turned around. A man with red wine eyes and white hair was staring at you from the Water's edge.

"Hey."

You squealed leaning back- S P LA S H!!

"SHIT!"

He cried out when her form disappeared under the waves and a second later he dove right back under after her. Silence claimed the area once more before you broke the surface of the Water gasping and clawing at the stone for dear life like a drowning cat desperately pulling yourself up with help from two large hands pushing you up by the waist. Scrambling and crawling onto the once nice dry rock spitting out nasty too salty water before coughing and hacking.

"'Eeehhh. Not really the flashy introduction I was hoping for."

You looked back up and yelped as a head was poking out of the water right in front of you. "Don't fall in again!" It- He shouted with an annoyed frown. "That's how you weak humans drown!"

"Wh-Who the hell are you?!" You leaned back leaning an arm up in case you had to defend yourself.

"You don't recognize me! I literally saved you like three days ago! Do humans really have that bad of a memory or what?!", he barked.

....Now you scowled. "Now see here you overgrown sea mule!" The man whoever he was blinked once taken aback by the sudden scowl and bite you gave him. "I'm too dam tired to be talked to like a brainless rock! I've been drained, stressed out my dam mind, attacked, and nearly drowned TWICE now! The last thing I need right now is the ocean equivalent of a donkey shit talking me! If you want to bother someone, go find a shark to antagonize!"

The man blinked once. Twice. Before he slowly hummed looking you up and down all drenched like a wet cat. "Well...The weren't wrong when they said you were certainly different."

"They? Just who are you?"

He hummed again crossing his arms over the rock's edge. "I thought you already knew...but then again you never met me personally and when we did you were already passed out." A giant smile of ABSOLUTELY LARGE FANGS made you give pause and gulp. "Allow me to actually give you a flashy introduction worthy of my status!"

Two clawed hands dug themselves into the rock and your jaw dropped in fear as an absolutely massive body hauled itself out of the water and onto the rock. A large shadow loomed over you.

He was-..massive!

Even larger than freaking KYOJURO!! And Kyo was bigger than Akira! A body beautiful sculpted by rippling muscles and scars sat itself upon the rock. Scattered purple scales glistening with water droplets aligned in a strange pattern you've never seen on any other mer across the torso and around the waist where his human half blended into a absolutely BEAUTIFUL shimmering white koi tail similar to Makio's only BIGGER and SHINIER! A rainbow pearlescent effect it had has the light bounced off his large koi tail. The fins large and flowing in the water like the fabric of beautiful silk in the wind. But that wasn't all.

A small jingling noise arose with him. The source being from the hoops dangling from his wrists. However you didn't notice that. Only the strange Mitch match of green and red sharp claws sticking out from hands large enough to crush you. Larger golden bands were tightly wrapped around his upper forearms as he flexed them out to you. But the thing was-

HE WAS ABSOLUTELY ADORNED IN JEWELS!!

A series of golden earrings were embedded into his ears, a similar piercing on his bottom lip. Across his forehead was some kind of large silver headband with three beautiful glimmering large diamonds in the front. Remember how Kyojuro's hands had a few rings? Well this guy had LOTS of rings! Some fingers having more than one on them. A long strand of shiny silver rocks clinked together and dangled from his headband. At least three different necklaces were wrapped around his neck with different valuable stones. Down his sculpted figure was a few various chains with a thick single silver one wrapped around his middle with a few polished seashells dangling from it's heavy bulk. But what really stood out was the large red and dark pink polished gems and stones pushed into his scales and embedded permanently into himself. The piercing wine red eyes crinkled up half lidded in a wide fanged smile at you- Holy shit! THOSE FANGS WERE LARGER THAN KYOJURO'S! His pure white hair falling down framing his face and for some reason a strange red birthmark over his right eye.

"I am Lord Tengen Uzui of the Western Isles! But you can call me Lord Tengen! And you have the honor of being in the presence of the God of Ocean's Deep!," he loudly announced out. Bold, assertive, and powerful enough to be feared by all who see him!

You only stared at him wide eyed. Holy shit...HE WAS BEAUTIFUL-!!

You immediately shook your head chasing away any of those thoughts. "...I don't believe it."

"Heh. Having a moment processing my flamboyant stature are you?"

"No. I can't believe the person responsible for half of my suffering is an over dressed full of himself watered down peacock."

"WHAT?!," he shouted turning towards your deadpanned face. "I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I'M THE MOST FLASHY AND STRONGEST MER THIS SIDE OF THE WEST COAST!!" He shouted in your face pointing a sharp red nail at your face, the bracelets around his wrists jingling with his movements.

".....I still don't see it. How'd you manage to beach all those ships? Flex and blind the captains with your over dressed scales?"

"HAVE SOME RESPECT FOR ME, GIRLIE!! I SAVED YOUR LIFE!!

"Right.." You glanced at the claw pointed at you, and then his large fangs as he gritted his teeth together annoyed. ..And just remembered how much bigger he was than you. On second thought it probably wasn't a good idea to argue with the guy that caused so much damage single handedly. You sighed with a breath. "Right. ..You did do that. Thanks for that." He huffed a sound. "No. I mean it. Thank you. And I'm sorry for being rude earlier. I'm just really on edge lately. A lot of bad stuff has happened recently."

"I've been told." He still looked and sounded annoyed but leaned back up from where he was sitting and recrossed his arms making his biceps and arms flex automatically. ".... You're going to live?"

It was a statement but the way he said it sounded like a question so you nodded. "Yes. I was told my shoulder isn't serious and it'll heal within a few months. I can live with that."

He hummed again. "I guess it's a good thing I got to you when I did then."

"Yes. Yes...So.. You're the famous Tengen Uzui I've heard so much about?" You took a moment to glance over this mountain of a man again. If he was human you estimated he'd he OVER six feet tall. "You're certainly a lot taller than I expected."

..That smile from before was back. "In the flashy flesh!" He winked and shot a one handed finger gun at you which in turn made you giggle. "And you must be Y/n. My wives' told me all about you."

"Ah. You mean Hinatsuru?"

"And Makio and Suma. And apparently Kyojuro.." His gaze peered off for a second. "He told me that you saved him after he stopped breathing. Is that true? Did he stop.. living?"

He was asking you about this now? You tilted his gaze to try to see his eyes but they were firmly set to where his tail met the water. "No. He never stopped living really." The eyes looked back to you. "He just needed a helping hand is all. So did everyone apparently...Are they alright now?"

He slowly nodded. "Yeah. Yeah they're fine." Both arms raised to hold the behind of his head. "They're all still asleep or just waking up by now. I know Suma is probably still sleeping in." He chuckled at nothing dryly. "It's so surreal to have them all back."

"I'm just glad they're alright. I can't imagine what you all went through was anything but terrifying."

"Tell me about it. You have no idea what it's like having every person you love tipped away from you with there being nothing you can do to prevent it. Never knowing what's happening to them or where they are." ... His eyes narrowed down at nothing. "Knowing if they were dead or alive."

"... You're right."

Tengen paused. Blinking. "What?" He looked at you arms falling to his sides. "What did you say?"

"I said-.. You're right." F/c eyes looked away guiltily from him. "You're right. I don't know what it's like to lose family, at least not in the way you did and Kyojuro did. ..My parents died when I was really young but there's a big difference between loosing someone to natural causes and loosing someone to someone's else's own selfish intentions. If my loved ones were kidnapped by someone and taken somewhere I could never get to-...I would have probably felt the same unbridled anger and fear you must've had." ...You looked up at him after he remained silent and found him staring at you with an absolutely shocked expression. "Um..Did I say something wrong?"

Tengen slowly shook his head no. "I-..N-No. it's not that. I-I-...Well to be perfectly honest with you I was actually waiting for you to start cursing me and tearing me apart with what happened to your life."

You blinked. "Oh. I guess they really did tell you everything about me huh?"

He nodded. "Yep. Completely everything. We're very honest with one another. I don't believe in keeping secrets from one another."

Oh gods. If they told him about the effects his actions had on your town and everyone's livelihoods- Then did that mean they literally told him about them kissing you?! And Kyojuro proposing?! And- Oh god. You hoped Kyojuro didn't tell him that-

"So.." A cheeky smirk crossed his face. Leaning closer to your reddening face. "Do all women have this magical power of medical kissing?~"

"UUUUUUGGGHHH!!" You shouted into the open air making him burst into loud laughter as you raised your hands and loudly facepalmed. "FOR THE LAST TIME! IT! WASN'T! A! KISS!! IT'S C! P! R! IT'S A MEDICAL TECHNIQUE EVERYONE IN MY TOWN WAS TAUGHT!"

"Ooh.~ A secret excuse for kissing your neighbors. How flashy.~"

Your madly blushing face snapped to him. "ONE MORE JOKE AND I'LL TURN YOU INTO FISH BAIT!!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!!" His loud laugh and large smile made the seemingly narcissistic personality and the scary persona before that seemed non existent. Melting to a joyful painting that had tears forming at the corners of his eyes. "I wouldn't expect anything less! You certainly exceeded my expectations of you."

"Well..Who did you expect me to be?" You changed the topic feeling your face burning up.

He shrugged still chuckling and shoulders shaking. "Well..I know I wasn't expecting an innocent angel, not with your attitude. But I also wasn't expecting you to literally agree with what I had done so easily."

"I don't agree with what you did." He blinked as you held up a hand. "Not fully. I said I understand why you did what you did and I can sympathize with everyone of you, but I can't forget the damage it caused everyone who wasn't responsible for what you all went through. I DON'T!!" You quickly held up a hand when he opened his mouth. "Blame you. I really don't. But I can say what you did didn't just affect me either."

.. Tengen slowly closed his mouth letting a sigh through his nose. "You-..Have that right, and I can't deny you're right. But you sound almost guilty."

You blinked surprised. "You can tell?"

"I have very good hearing. Sounds and tones tell me a lot. It's how I heard you leaving the house you were in." Ah. That explained the sudden appearance. "Is there a reason to that?"

"I-..*sigh* I dunno. I guess I feel guilty because I did kinda blame you for a lot of what happened for a while but-..I don't know." Your hand held your head again. "A lot of things have been complicated for a long time."

"I- Yeah. I know that feeling."

Silence followed. Nothing but the soft waves sloshing on the shore and a few seagulls cawing in the distance.

"...So why did you follow me?" You peered at him from the corner of your eyes. "You said you followed me from that house."

He shrugged. "Curious about ya I guess. And if I'm being a bit honest, I wanted to be sure they weren't being tricked by anyone. No offense."

"With what you went through it's understandable. I'd do that to if I was you."

"There was another reason why I followed you though. Well two reasons really."

Oh? You turned raising a brow. "Really? And what are those reasons?"

"Well Firstly I wanted to see if you were ok or not. I was told you were fine by those girls-" Wait. Tengen knew Kanae and the others? "-but I had to see for myself. The second reason was to thank you."

"Huh? Thank me? For what?"

"Everything. You willingly put yourself in danger for someone who wasn't even the same species. Do you know how many humans would literally do that willingly? Humans are selfish creatures who-" He paused as your brow rose higher. "Uh- *AHEM!* I mean the bad humans are selfish creatures."

"Nice save."

"I'm serious though. Every human I encountered would've never done something like that. So..Why did you get involved?"

You took a moment to pause. "..I don't really know. I guess it's because it was wrong? Maybe because I would've felt guilty if I didn't do anything? I don't know for sure but in the end it was the right choice wasn't it? I mean-" You gestured to him. "You're all back together and alright. That's what matters."

"Right, right. ...But what happened to you-"

"Wasn't your fault. Sure what you did had an effect on my life but none of this would've happened at all if those people didn't kidnap your wives. You were just trying to get them back. Maybe not the way I'd go about it but again I'm not you."

"Right. So is this the part where I apologize for everything or do humans do the whole emotional talking first?"

You snorted. A smile on your face before you turned to him again. "How about we both just forgive each other and call it even?"

He smiled wider. "Thank Posidon. I thought I'd have to spill every emotion I feel before we get here." You chuckled more. "Seriously however. I am grateful for what you did. Don't think I can repay you for that."

"Actually you can." His head tilted interested. "Don't sink anymore ships and we'll call it even. Alright?"

..Tengen smiled widely. "You got it. I don't think I have any more reason for that anyways."

Relief filled you. At least that was over with..You blinked at something the two of you hadn't noticed. Tengen blinked as you slowly got up and a hand gently grabbed the side of his face so gently. A second later a wet sleeve ran over the underside of his eyes.

"You're crying. Here. You'll be fine now..Sorry if it's not dry. Water will do that to you."

He didn't say anything. Only staring wide eyed at nothing until you backed away from him..and a hand slowly touched his cheek where your hand had previously been.

"Now then." You placed your hands on your hips and looked around. You've been walking for at least an hour now and there was still no sign of where you first started out from. "Can you tell me how far it is back to the docks?"

Tengen stared wide eyed at your form-

"Tengen."

"Huh? W-What?"

"I asked how much farther do I have to walk before I reach the docks again. I've been walking for at least an hour now."

He blinked again before looking confused. "Docks? You're not on the west coast anymore."

You stared at him. "...Beg pardon?"

"You're in my territory. This island here." A hand patted the rock you both stood on. "This is mine. So are the other two islands off the coast and the coast I claimed during my skirmish there."

You stared at him wide eyed. "Wait..Are you saying that Im actually stuck on a deserted island?"

"It's not deserted! Everyone's mates live up in the house there. That's why you were brought here. It has everything you need to stay."

You continued to stare at him. "...WHAT?!"

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inf3ct3dd · 1 year ago

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WUSYANAME.

‘you are my type, you’re a bright light, and im like a moth’

summary: the girls are at the pool again…..

warnings: blood n boobs 🤫 and a veeeery small mention of barfing

content: black!reader x bsf!ellie, a lil bit of tension….🙈 , r means reader

authors note: this is so fun to write 😇😇 sawry its not v plot focused im feeling kinda sillyyyy

next chapter. masterlist.

the sun was bathing on your face, spilling into your room from the window. the summer heat let you sleep without a blanket,sprawled out on your bed, laying on your stomach.

the bright light was interrupted by a certain someone crawling in your window, messily stumbling inside.

your cat let out a confused meow, and you stayed steady asleep.

ellie not so quietly walked over to your bed, knocking over an empty cup in the process.

“WAKE UPPPP!!!”

you groggily open your eyes, courtesy of ellie aggressively shaking your arms from on top of you, disturbing your very peaceful sleep.

“im up, jesus.” you rub the sleep out of your eyes, and ellie finally calms herself.

normally, if someone busted through your window and shook you awake you’d be mildly alarmed, but ellies made you extremely used to it. hell, you probably wouldn’t even notice if someone busted in to murder you.

— 　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

same room, worse decorations. and the same unceremonious entry, but this time , you were alerted by your curtains.

the noise startles you out of your sleep, grabbing your pillow and standing towards the danger.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU??” your voice booms through your room, quickly turning towards your window, pillow in hand.

“holy shit, its me!!” ellie raises her hands in defense, eyes wide and chuckling.

when you’re confronted with the familiar face, your heart rate slows and you drop the pillow.

“dude, what the fuck! i almost killed you!!”

“with that?” ellie gestures to the pillow on the ground, a goofy smirk on her face.

“hey, i could’ve smothered you.”

“id like to see you try.” ellie drops onto your couch, relaxing into the cushions.

“why are you here anyways?” you sit next to her, a confused look on your face.

“you want me to leave?”

“…no.” you admit, leaning back.

“i was bored, missed you.” she casually remarks, resting her head on your shoulder.

“why couldn’t you come through the front door?”

“oh, are we not at ‘breaking in through eachothers window” base yet?” ellie laughs, and you can feel it on your shoulder.

“i mean, i guess we are now” and you lean onto her head, her tea tree shampoo flooding your nose.

“what a significant milestone we’ve reached.” your sarcasm is very apparent, but it was genuine all the same.

“truly.”

— 　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“thought you were in a coma or something, shit.”

you look over to your alarm clock,“11:30am” glowing in red letters.

“its still earlyyyy, i could’ve still been sleeping.” you whine, turning over on your side.

“its almost 12, r.”

“you sleep until like 4pm ellie, who are you to make me wake up right now?” you face her again, a questioning look on your face.

“your best friend , who you love more than anything.”

you roll your eyes at her,knowing she’s right, tucking your arm under your head.

“just lemme sleep in a liiiiittle longer, please?” you plead with her, dragging out your words.

“cmon,its pool day!”

right, pool day.

today, june 4th , is the anniversary of the first time you met ellie. according to the both of you, its “the fourth of july but wildly more awesome and significant.” every year, no matter what, the two of you go back and swim together. ellie reminds you each time, usually by crawling in your window, tackling you, and shaking you awake. you’d spend almost all day in the pool, baking in the sun and goofing off in the water. it’s the best day of the summer.

“pool day can wait, im sleepy.” you drag ellie onto the bed, trapping her in your arms and resting your head atop of hers.

“ugh, fine.” ellie kicks her shoes off, leaning into your hold. your nose is filled with the scent of tea tree shampoo, and it lulls you right back to sleep.

“AWWWW YOU LOOK MALNOURISHED”

you sang along to the lyrics blaring out of your speaker, nodding your head to the beat as you drove.

the sunlight peeked through the trees, landing in small spots throughout the car, and on the brunette next to you. you felt the cool breeze from the windows and the sunroof, courtesy of your broken air conditioner. the shades of dark brown and green started fading behind you, dull colored houses with perfectly trimmed lawns appearing next to you. your bracelets jingle as you turn the steering wheel, the light reflecting off of them around the car.

“yo, do you want teriyaki?” ellie looked over at you, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“every time you do that hair-tuck thing, you look like debby ryan trying to seduce me.” you responded, stopping at the red light.

“is it working?”

“oh, absolutely.” your words were coated in a paper-thin layer of sarcasm, turning the steering wheel with a small giggle.

“is that a no to teriyaki?” she questioned, pouting slightly.

“why eat before we go swimming, stupid.”

“did you know that the whole ‘eating less than 30 minutes before you swim will make you throw up’ thing isn’t true?” the question was a typical ‘ellie being a smartass’ rhetorical one, obvious by the proud smirk on her face.

“did you know that-“ you mocked her, waving a finger in the air and speaking in your high pitched nasally “nerd” voice.

she gave no response, simply rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest.

“it seemed pretty true that time you barfed in the pool after we got taco bell.” you replied, finally pulling into your nana’s old-people-neighborhood.

“okay but like, that doesn’t count tho. thats TACO BELL.” she defended.

“maybe you should’ve eased up on the backflips that day too…”

“how dare you assume id ever ease up on the backflips.” she puts a hand on her chest, a fake offense in her tone.

you drive past the rows of houses, green lawns with potted plants and sprinklers making rainbows.you and ellie both sing along to the song still, you tapping your fingers on the steering wheel to the beat, and ellie moving her head back and forth. you finally pull into a spot, turning your keys with a jingle.

“how is the pool like….completely empty?” ellie questioned, eyes scanning the area. june is like, prime pool time, and given that the two of you slept in until 4, there was bound to be at least a small crowd.yet, not a single person was there, just some floaties and goggles that got left behind, both the doors to the locker rooms closed.

“shit, are they closed?” you squinted to try and read the fold-up sign on the lawn, but you could only see a blurry mess. wrong day to forget my glasses.

when ellie notices you desperately trying to make out the words on the sign, she steps out of the car and walks over to it. and the disappointed frown on her face already gives you your answer.

“man, what the fuck?” she dramatically slumps back onto her seat, crossing her arms over her chest.

you unknowingly mirror her action, a simliar frown appearing on your face.

“its june 4th, don’t they know its like, a national holdiay???” ellie questions.

“exactly, do they not know the cultural significance of today???”

you both sat there for a while, wallowing in your sadness. you can’t break an eleven year old tradition! why would the pool even be closed today? in your 18 years of living, it wasn’t closed once on june 4th. you took it as a sign that the owners were extremely in tune with your calendar, but it’s simply just not a day a pool would be closed on. you run through multiple depressing scenarios, until the both of you turned to each other. it was like a light bulb went off in both of your heads at the same time, a simultaneous silent ‘ding!’ echoing through the car.

“so….if the pool is closed, doesn’t that mean no one is here to like…enforce that?” a smirk appears on her face, very obviously suggesting what she’s about to say.

you scan the pool again, a complete absence of people confirming your suspicions. the complete absence of cameras simply solidifies the plan.

“we just gonna jump it?” you ask, a smile replacing the frown that was there before.

“i mean… i don’t see why not.”

“what if some old lady walks past and sees us?”

“easy. we convince her that she’s hallucinating, her new hip medicine has her going crazy.”

“el, your only backup plan is lying to the elderly?” you quirk an eyebrow at her, disappointedly.

“well what else could we do?” she asks, rolling her eyes.

“do we just say fuck it?” you both accidentally talk in sync, which makes you both burst into laughter.

“great minds think alike.” ellie taps on her head.

you both step out of the car, grabbing your things from the backseat and locking it. ellie swings her towel around her neck, and you swing your pool bag over your shoulder. you start walking normally to the gate, but ellie decides to be dramatic. stepping to the side, with her finger-gun held close to her face.

“really?” you question, laughing at her.

“shhh! stealth mode, r. you’re gonna get us caught.”

you decide to be just as dramatic, side-stepping and walking dramatically slow over to the gate.

“ladies first.” ellie chimes, gesturing her hand to the gate. you boost yourself over it, with no struggle, and you wait for ellie on the other side. she quickly hops over, but unceremoniously falls on her knees.

“shit!” she curses, holding onto her leg.

“dude, are you okay?” you bend down to her level, inspecting her knee. theres a nasty scrape on it, little drops of blood falling down her skin.

“ew, now you’re gonna get your gross knee-blood in the pool.”

“i guess you are too.” ellie grabs your hand and rubs it on the cut, red smearing on your fingers. she winces when you touch it, but still starts giggling.

“DUDE!! thats like- a biohazard. now im gonna get aids or something.” you rub the knee-blood on the ground, tiny pieces of concrete clinging to your hands. ellies laughter continues , almost obnoxiously.

“man whatever, this fucking hurts.” ellie stands up, dusting off her hands on her shorts.

“awww, you need me to kiss it better?” you ask, giving her dramatic doe-eyes.

“how sweet of you.”

“too bad. that thing looks NARSTY.” you roll your eyes, setting your things down on a chair.

“narsty?” she raises her brow, setting her things down right next to yours.

“you heard me.” you pull your tshirt over your head, leaving you in your black swim-top. you start pulling off your shorts, stepping out of your flip flops and pulling them off.

ellies eyes don’t leave you the entire time. she watches how your two braids fall back on your shoulders, how the sun shines on them, and how good your tits look in that bathing suit when you bend over.

“you just gonna stand there? i wanna swim.” you question, tilting your head at her.

“sorry … got distracted.”

“…can i get a squeeze?” ellie bluntly blurts out, eyes never leaving your tits.

“you’re so gross.” you scoff, rolling your eyes at her antics. it wasn’t like this was something bizarre to you, especially coming out of ellies mouth. i mean, its not like she hasn’t given them a little honk before.

“nah, its for…science. just checking for breast cancer.” she holds back a laugh, putting on a very convincing ‘serious face.’

“you’re not a scientist, and that excuse only worked the first time.”

“wow, i guess this is what i get for being concerned about my friends boob-health.” ellie crosses her arms in fake offense.

“im very in tune with my boob health, thanks. can we go swim now?”

she nods, quickly moving to slide off her button up- dad shirt, leaving her in an old sports bra and her swim trunks. hating normal swimsuits, ellie always settled for this. you pull your goggles over your head, pushing them down to suction them to your face.

“you wanna jump?” you make your way over to the deep end, standing at the edge.

“hell yeah i do.” ellie practically runs over to you, sliding on her own goggles as she does.

you both grab eachothers hand, walking backwards just enough to run and cannon-ball into the pool. the water bubbles around you, splashing everywhere. you see ellie under the blue, and you watch her flip her bangs out of her face as she rises to the surface.

“r, watch this-“ without giving you a chance to respond, ellie dives under again. she twirls in the water, first backwards, then into a handstand, then doing a front flip to finish it off. she floats up again, wiping her hair off her goggles.

ellies obsession with what she calls “underwater gymnastics” was the only excuse she had for those goofy snorkel goggles on her face. “they keep the water out of my nose!” according to her, and you never complain. especially since you have a pair matching hers.

you give her a dramatic shocked face, before challenging her.

“i could do that way better. you were practically just under there flailing around.”

“oh yeah?” ellie cocks her head to the side, raising a brow at you.

you dive under, better than ellie, and do the combo ten times better. in your opinion. you even finish off on your feet, with your arms raised in the air.

“told you.” a proud grin is plastered on your face, while ellie rolls her eyes at you.

“you just went all fancy with it. i did it way faster.”

“technique is better than speed, williams.” you retort, crossing your arms in front of you.

“thats what your mom said last night.”

you respond by splashing her in the face, letting the water hit her right in the eyes.

“wow, couldn’t even let me put my fuckin goggles on?” she scoffs in disbelief, still wiping her eyes.

you decide to take the opportunity and splash her again, pushing another wave straight to her.

“you really wanna start this?” she wipes the water off her face again , moving her hands underwater.

she sweeps the water with her arm, sending a wave of water back into your face. you shut your eyes instinctively, wiping them when the water subsides.

ellie quickly pulls her goggles on, ducking under the water and swimming over to you.

“els, what’re you doin-“ before you can finish your sentence, you feel ellies arms wrap around your waist, and she yanks you over her shoulder.

“ELLIE WAIT- PLEASEEE DONT- HELP-“ you start panicking, slapping ellie on the back and kicking your legs around.

ellie launches you into the water, laughing the entire time she does. she watches you angrily float up, and start punching her in the arm.

“you’re such a fuckin dick!!” you continue your lethal assault, bumping your fist into her bicep.

“the biggest. you punch like a baby.” she jokes, chuckling at herself.

“you want me to actually try?”

“dare you.”

you wind up extra, and launch a strong punch at her stomach. she dramatically falls back into the water, body going limp.

you almost start yelling at her, until you hear the raggedy wheels of a walker on the sidewalk. shit.

without a word, you drag ellie up to the surface, leading her to a corner.

“whats goin on-“ her voice is interrupted by you placing a hand on her mouth, standing in front of you as you ducked in the corner. she gives you a puzzled stare, seizing her question for the moment. her face heats under your hand, and she prays that you don’t feel it.

“heard someone.” you whisper, quieter than a mouse.

ellie nods in understanding, moving her hands around your hips. you knew it was just to keep you close, but you can’t ignore the twinge in your stomach when she does it, avoiding eye contact and trying to peak over the pool edge.

it’s not like it wasn’t normal, cuz it was. ellie had always been handsy with you. holding onto you in the hallways, hugging you around your waist, holding onto it when you slept together. you shrugged it off as her love language just being physical touch. she likes being close. but every time ellie grabbed you like that, it felt like she was electrocuting you or something. sparks fly, for unknown reasons. suprisingly, she never points out or pokes fun at you when she sees your breath hitching, or the way you awkwardly look away. if you told her to, of course she’d stop, but who’s it hurtin anyways?

you don’t see anyone on the sidewalk, but you decide to wait a while for safety. and to calm the nerves that weigh on your chest. you look back down, and ellies still holding onto you. her body heat radiates onto onto you, somehow heating you up even more than before. your faces are almost dangerously close, like if-a-swift-wind-blew-your-lips-would-knock-together close. you stare into her pine green globes unwillingly, as theres not much else to look at in front of you ,except for her lips. the eye contact feels…oddly tense. you watch a drop of water fall down from ellies hair, through the slit in her eyebrow, down the side of her face, and onto her lip. you crack a smile at her, and you both start laughing.

“shh, you can’t, we’re.. gonna get caught.” you try to quiet her, sentence interrupted by giggles. the tension wears off in mere seconds, the two of you calming down again.

“is it bad i kinda hope we get caught?” ellie jests, but her tone feels so much more…seductive? no, thats crazy. you laugh her off, giving her a small “you’re weird” before looking up again, and notice a clear coast.

“we’re good.” you confirm, sinking back into the water.

“you happy now?”

you stare at ellie, practically inhaling her chicken teriyaki plate in your passenger seat. after like, 5 more hours of swimming, the two of you finally decided to leave. ellie had a nasty sunburn on her shoulders, courtesy of her refusing to re-apply her sunscreen, and you left with a nice tan. as always.you were both starving, and ellie persuaded you into getting teriyaki. ‘please, r, it’s been on my mind all day.’

“oh, im more than happy.” ellie spoke with her mouth full, still scarfing down the chicken and rice.

“in the like, eleven years i’ve known you, i’ve never not seen you tear apart your teriyaki. especially after we go swimming, you turn into a fuckin animal.” you giggle, taking a bite of your own food.

“holy shit, eleven years?” ellie stops eating , shockingly, and looks up at you.

“if i haven’t mysteriously forgotten how to count, yeah.”

“weird, i feel like its been way longer than that.”

the sunset outside the car windows is pouring into the car, casting a pink hue over ellie. everything about her looks so much…warmer. her freckles look darker, her hair looks even more red, and her eyes look an impossibly prettier shade of green. you can’t help but grin when you look at her, making you feel even more relieved than your food.

11 years. more than a decade. 22 birthdays, shared between the two of you, a elementary and middle school graduation with her right by your side, matching caps and gowns flipping off the cameras. the both of you couldn’t think of a better person to have shared the years with, and you don’t think you will anytime soon. or ever.

“yeah?” you question, staring back at her.

“mhm. feels like i’ve known you longer than i’ve been alive. like, i met you before i was born or something.”

the sudden deepness of the statement almost makes you cry, but a wide smile spreads across your face. ellie knew you inside and out, and she definitely knew how crazy sappy shit like that made you.

“yknow what, i bet we did.”

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zarazmnie-cos · 2 years ago

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❝ [don't you know i want you so bad?] ¡! ❞

requested? yes, for 🦆 anon !

contains: park jihoon x fem!reader; enemies to lovers!au, fake relationship!au; smut, teeny bit of angst ig, some fluff; make out, fingering, teasing?? griding/dry humping, slight marking, begging if you squint???, unprotected piv (yall better wrap it up), nipple play, implied round two ig; lmk if i missed anything

words: approx. 2.8k

a/n: im not gonna even pretend i live atp but i hope you will enjoy this one. yes, it is rushed, not finished, but i still think it looks decent. lemme know ur thoughts on this one bcuz i love feedback <3 masterlist here

AS A NUMBER ONE PARK JIHOON HATER, YOU HAD NO IDEA WHAT OTHER PEOPLE SAW IN HIM THAT MADE THEM ADORE HIM. HE WAS HANDSOME INDEED, BUT BESIDES THAT, HIS ONE HELL OF EXISTENCE WAS ENOUGH TO BRING YOU TO MADNESS. JUST HIS PRESENCE MADE YOUR BLOOD BOIL.

being neighbors with such someone who dared to call itself “human” was tough. seeing him a lot of times, happy and unbothered by the fact he ruined your dreams, definitely didn’t help in developing positive feelings towards that idiot. in fact, keeping those grudges inside as fuel for your hatred felt therapeutic. and it longed all the way from your childhood to adulthood.

you hoped for him to finally leave your life. it didn’t really matter in what way, you just wanted to never see him again. so why did you look out the window every time he was passing by?

saying these feelings were mutual would be a lie. but jihoon would never let you know that.

“what do you want?” you asked, seeing him by your door again that day. “i don’t have any money. i wouldn’t lend you it anyway.”

“what do i want? to not suffer anymore, i guess. and to live a peaceful life with someone.”

“okay?” looking at him, confused, you reached out for the doorknob to close the door and end this meaningless conversation.

“can i come in?”

“why?” now that was sus. jihoon’s tone got a bit more serious, even tired. he always seemed to be full of energy, confident, and untroubled. so what was going on?

“i need to talk to you. in private.”

still staring at him from under your furrowed brows, after a moment of hesitation, you let him inside. as he took off his shoes and went inside the living room, you decided to make some tea. from his tone, it seemed it will be a tough conversation.

and oh boi, was it one hell of a confusing ride. for you, at least.

“so, to conclude,” you started after a moment of silence. “you want me to act as your girlfriend? you know i hate you with all my heart, right? and the fact that i could murder you right here, right now is incredibly possible?”

“but you listened to me, so i don’t think it is that possible.”

“get out.” shaking your head at his words, you got up from the couch, ready to mind your own business.

“let me know when you’ll think it through,” jihoon said softly, looking at you with a smile. oh, you wanted to punch him so badly, but he left before you could even form your hand into a fist. dang, now it felt kind of lonely in here.

“damn you, park jihoon!”

a few days have passed by and these were the calmest and the quietest days of your life. no one was bothering you, no one was bickering with you, and no one actually talked to you. at first, you enjoyed that silence. you managed to get some work done and sleep better. though with almost no time, it started to feel lonely. almost like you don’t matter that much to people. especially to that one person.

“if you really have no balls to admit you are as lonely as a stick, then fine.”

you had no idea why you still had jihoon’s number on your phone. heck, you had no idea why you even got it in the first place, but now it was convenient. you had to battle yourself whether to call or say it in person. surprisingly, agreement to his plan came to your head without much hesitation, but you thought nothing of it. the fact that you could toy with him and maybe get a small revenge was motivating.

although you thought of it as a sort of revenge (and that you already got a plan for how to do it), at the same time it just felt wrong. you had no idea why, but using his feelings like that seemed to be brutal, even for you.

jihoon came by the next day to talk through all the details of this plan, and boi, was it one heck of a plan.

“wait, hold on, i have to write it all down,” you interrupted him, trying to process all the information he bombed you with. as you got up from your seat to look for some kind of a notebook, his hand stopped you from doing so.

“don’t, or else it won’t feel natural. what if anyone finds these notes, huh?” the worries and desperation in his tone were crystal clear; this whole situation really must’ve been important as hell. and it was actually sus.

“fine, but don’t come for me when i mess something up.”

“i’m pretty sure you won’t.”

the urge to say “eh?” was too big, but in the end, you just ignored his words. you got back on the topic, and the explanations began again.

the most suspicious thing in all of it was that he chose you. every time you asked him why it must be you, he managed to change the topic, smoothly avoiding answering your questions. since he loved to rile you up and make your blood boil just for funsies, him getting so serious about a fake relationship with you especially just wasn’t adding up. too many loose ends in his reasoning, but all of them were covered flawlessly. apparently, all you had to do was just sit, look pretty (or at least alive), and play along.

what was even more surprising, was the way you didn’t even think about screwing the whole situation up. well, almost. at first, a few times the urge to say “it’s a prank” was too big to handle, but in the end, none of this happened. you really could pat yourself on the back for the way you kept yourself in place, which was tough around park jihoon himself.

the worst thing in that fake relationship was skinship and intimacy in general. yeah, you had a few boyfriends before, but dang it, around jihoon it felt so... weird. weird as in good, and that was why it felt weird. it was park jihoon, you were supposed to hate him, not leaning in for a kiss! what the fuck!

still, what kept you sane through all this acting was the thought of flipping it all against him one day. someday. though with every next day, every next move of his, every next nice and gentle act from him, this first thought managed to fade away, getting replaced by some sort of yearning. yearning for this act to be real.

it all felt some sort of... illegal. illegal as in a way of betraying yourself. illegal as in a way of “you shouldn’t be doing this” and “that is not how you were raised” way. though everyone around seemed to be happy about this magnificent act, you weren’t so sure and so happy about it. but how not lean into this act when it felt so good? when it felt like you were finally yourself? and when it felt like you actually had someone by your side? when it didn’t feel so lonely?

“what’s going on, sweetheart?”

“don’t call me that when there’s no one around. no one is watching.” you snapped back almost immediately, as in a way of punishment for this cute nickname. getting back on track, you came back to chopping carrots. the dinner won’t make itself, and since this piece of rotten flesh is around, you had to busy your hands with something.

“but it rolls so nicely out of the tongue,” jihoon whined, pouting and finally moving around so you won’t see his painfully handsome face. “but fine, if you don’t want, i won’t.”

all you heard in your head was the windows xp error sound right now. wait a damn minute, did he actually respect your boundaries outside the act? what was happening to him?

noticing how you stopped every movement, even breathing, you came back to your body and continued with your life. taking a sharp breath, you chopped those carrots like your life depended on it.

jihoon was silent. way too silent. why? because he was thinking as well. even thinking too much. should he tell you? should he ask? but what if you just laugh it off? or make fun of him? will he lose his face when he’ll do that?

“here. have this.”

dang it, he was thinking so long you managed to make a whole dinner already! wait, what? did you really want him to taste the dish? what was going on?

the food came into the equation here, so he didn’t think much of it, he just took the full spoon in his mouth. seeing how your face brightened up because of his approval made these butterflies in his stomach fly up high again. just what you were thinking, acting like that? you wanted him? to fall in love with you? like he hadn’t already did?

“stop looking at me like that or i’ll seriously think you fell for me.”

“what if i already did?”

it was supposed to be a funny question. it was supposed to be a joke. but this damned park jihoon was serious, you could tell that without looking at him. you breathed in sharply again. that just couldn’t be real.

“then that would be far from what i agreed on.” somehow, when you said that, you felt something aching in your chest. was it your heart? is that how a broken heart feels? but you didn’t have what to be heartbroken over, it was all just a mirage.

the silence longed and longed for what felt like an eternity. finally, you heard the chair moving. you knew he was going to leave. everyone did, sooner or later. maybe you just weren’t made for-

“well, i don’t know if you know, but it is not like i can control my feelings.” jihoon started, standing right beside you, leaning by the kitchen counter. “whether you agreed on me falling for you or not, it just happened and i’m not gonna keep it inside anymore. i fucking fell for you, sweetheart. so much.”

“and you want me to believe it? you want me to believe that sweet talk after all that acting, after that mirage full of such words? how can i know it’s not a play?”

“because none of that was a play. or at least not for me.”

wait, what? hold on, what?

“so you’re saying this whole fake relationship was supposed to be real?” you asked after connecting those few dots in your mind.

“sort of. i just wanted you to finally stop fighting with me. and maybe see that i’m not that bad.”

oh, boi. that was a rollercoaster indeed. thankfully the dinner was already done because you couldn’t think about it and about what jihoon was saying.

“i should go, right?” after what seemed to be a disappointed sigh, jihoon slowly moved towards the door. what was he thinking, saying all that? what was he thinking in the first place, when he came up with the fake relationship idea?

“don’t.”

you couldn’t bear the possibility he would leave you. you didn’t know if you just got used to his presence in your life or what, but it felt different, more likely to live with him around. you just simply couldn’t let him go.

there was a lot to talk indeed. and you two did while eating the dinner that slowly started getting cold. it was getting late and you still didn’t want him to leave.

“please, stay.” you said quietly, turning away from him since you were unable to look him in the face while admitting to feeling lonely. it was almost like admitting being defeated. and you hated getting defeated, especially by park jihoon, that little fuck.

“aww, my little baby wants me to stay with her? alright then.” he chuckled, but after he said that, he left a small peck on your head.

it really felt nice having someone by your side, even if that someone was able to tease the living shit out of you so casually.

“what’s that? my little sweetheart can’t wait a bit?”

“no. touch me already.” you actually demanded, breathless from the passionate kisses you two shared. jihoon chuckled again, much to your discontent. so you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer.

your lips met his again. seeing you so desperate for him made jihoon smile cheekily in between the kisses, but he finally touched you, just as you wanted. in the end, who was he to disobey his sweetheart?

with one of his hands, jihoon pushed you even closer to him, and the little moan that escaped your mouth sent shivers down his spine. wandering with the same hand under your shirt, the other one held your thigh, squeezing it from time to time.

with you on his lap, so desperate for his touch, jihoon just couldn’t help but smile. the sight of you slowly getting ruined by him really affected his mind and body.

“you’re so gorgeous, sweetheart.” he stated so out of the blue, but you didn’t really think much of it. you just wanted to feel him.

“mm-hmm. now kiss me more.”

again, smiling cheekily, jihoon tasted your sweet lips. with his hands under your shirt, he managed to undo your bra, which he then took off both with your shirt. the cold air of the room caused you to shiver a bit, but then feeling the warm hands of your boyfriend made it all better.

while his hands roamed around your body, yours moved from the collar of his shirt to his hair, pulling on the strands from time to time, causing some breathless moans from the man under you. acting almost instinctively, your hips slowly started moving, grinding on the still-clothed length of your boyfriend.

“you seriously can’t wait anymore, right, sweetheart?” jihoon asked after a short laugh, and you only shook your head. he laughed again before kissing you, moving his hand to your front clothed only with slowly soaking panties. “you’re so wet already. are you so impatient for me?”

you nodded, wanting him to finally take proper care of you. seeing his confident smile caused you to move again, this time grinding on his fingers lightly touching your core through the cotton material.

“please, jihoon-“ mumbling out, you tried to form the next part of the sentence, but you failed the moment he moved the panties to the side and slid one of his fingers inside you. as you moaned softly at the sensation, jihoon carefully observed every change happening on your face and body.

then, the second finger managed to slide in and you had to bite on your lower lip to not make louder sounds. you threw your head back, happy with a bit full sensation. and when he started moving his fingers, you couldn’t stop yourself anymore and just had to moan softly.

meanwhile, jihoon started trailing his lips from yours to your jawline, neck, and then to your collarbones. everywhere where he could, he just had to leave at least a small mark of his presence. of the fact that he was the one making you feel so good.

“m-more, please-“ quietly mumbling out, you brushed your fingers through jihoon’s hair, pulling on it again. looking at you with lust-filled eyes, he stopped kissing your neck, but only for a while.

“you think you can handle more, sweetheart?”

“mm-hmm.”

with a fast yet burning with lust kiss, jihoon finally lowered his pants, showing what you craved; his dick. you had to refrain yourself with the last bits of self-control from licking your lips at the sight.

“you ready?” after a nod from you, jihoon smiled again, letting you do the rest of the job. as you adjusted yourself and slowly lowered your body, the feeling of being full took all over your body.

with moans and groans, you started moving up and down, and lusty sounds of slapping skin against skin filled the room. your boyfriend again started kissing your shoulder and collarbones, occasionally leaving here and there marks. his favourite spot to nibble on was the one place that made you moan louder and clench around his length. with one hand helping you bounce up and down, the other one massaging your tits, taking your nipple in between his fingers.

you two might’ve been close to your highs, but none of you wanted to stop there. thankfully, the neighbours went on vacation, so no one would eventually complain about the two of you.

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silvervioletvalentine · 1 year ago

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🖤it’s been a long time coming but…🖤

Pairing: Quinn Hughes X Cherrie!

Word count : 10k

Summary : in which his roommates sister is staying for the summer. And he promises not to fall in love with her.

Or- Quinn hates being told what to do. And cherries a mean little bitch with the face of an Angel. How was he supposed to not fall in love with her?

Warnings- fluff? There both little bullies to each other cause they’re in love. Duh. Kind of a , he fell first thing. She’s blunt and mean. He’s also dishes it back. Her brother is dumb and wondering what the f is going on. Thats it I think. I don’t even know if it’s any good or makes any sense cause I wrote it at 3am last night soooo…yeah. Lemme know what u think xoxo oh yeah and Quinn’s a swiftie because I said so. I finally got my era( with blood sweat and so many fucking tears) tickets so expect a lot of Taylor song themed oneshots lmfao.

Quinn knew that something was wrong the moment he woke up that morning to find his roommate and close friend , Roman, pacing the front room with his hand running stressfully through his hair , what looked to be a permanent grimace on his face as he stared down at his phone , free hand texting a Mile per minute away.

He eyed him warily as he grabbed himself a bowl and poured some cereal, plopping himself down at the breakfast table to eat .

He yawned "you good?" He mumbled around a spoonful of cereal, barely even awake and kind of wishing that he had just stayed in bed.

It wasn't like he had anything better to do anyway , and really looking at the darkened shade of his eye bags in his spoon, he could really do with some more sleep anyways.

Roman paused , looked down at his phone, looked over at Quinn and then sighed loudly . "No. My sister is coming stay for the summer." He told him, not exactly looking very happy about the fact either.

Quinn rose a brow in confusion , this being the first time he was being told of such plans . Fighting back a groan of misery at the thought of their apartment being invaded by somebody else when all Quinn really wanted was to relax in peace , not invite more people into his man cave.

"Sister?" He repeated barely remembering Roman mentioning his family at all to him "i don't recall ever meeting her." He muttered, wishing that he didn't have to at all.

He wasn't the most sociable of people, he had his small group of friends and quite frankly he just couldn't handle anymore. He was at his limit with people in his life , he didn't want to add anymore onto that small number . He had enough Christmas cards to write out each year as it was.

Roman scoffed , looking a little peeved as he let him know sourly "of course you haven't. She's been living in Milan . Then before that L.A...then Madrid. My little sister can barely be caught...I haven't seen her since last Christmas ." He did Honestly sound upset about it, she was still his baby sister after all.

"And the only reason she was there at all , is because of my mother threatening to axe the credit cards. And even then..she was gone the next day. The little asshole didn't even say goodbye!" He huffed, having been trying to wrangle her for a while now. But every text he sent was put on seen and every call they had usually ended up with them arguing and refusing to speak to the other for months again.

Quinn just frowned , trying not to fall back to sleep face first in cereal.

“So why is she coming here then? Doesn't exactly sound like she wants to be around you at the moment." He snorted a little , amused.

The thought of social , bubbly Roman trying to befriend his moody little sister and getting told to get fucked was hilarious . I mean, he loved his friend but sometimes his 'a friend to all' attitude was a little too much for him, it would be amusing to see him getting humbled like that.

It seemed like Roman wasn't the boss between them at all. How interesting.

Roman laughed "oh she's not coming cause she wants to. She's coming because our mother is making her." He told him with a small smirk , recalling the call from his furious mother letting him know that she would be heading his way soon and that he better make sure that she doesn't wildcard her way out of this again.

"She got involved with mother's hairdressers , husband and well.." he whistled long and hard, amused by the growing list of his sisters fuck ups.

She didn't ever do anything by halves , he would tell you that. "Mother's hairdresser found out and it all blew up. So the family's not too happy with Cherrie right now.." he chuckled.

Quinn looked at him in disbelief , fighting back the grin that wanted to escape, not sure if this was something that he was allowed to laugh about.

"Cherrie? That's her name?" He repeated testing it out on his tongue once Roman nodded his head yes , he then hummed a little "sounds like trouble. You couldn't put her up in a hotel?" He blurted out.

Roman looked at him with a look of shock "Quinn! That’s my sister! Just because she's a bit of a wild child doesn't mean that I'm gonna send her off on her own! God!" He exclaimed , dramatically throwing his hands on his air.

Quinn just rolled his eyes and focused back on his cereal , sighing in misery.

Great. He was going to have a female Roman hanging around , As though one of them wasn't already energy draining enough.

"What does she do?" He asked Him curiously "-besides sleeping with other women’s husbands." He couldn't help himself. Really he couldn't.

Roman glared at him for that comment, Quinn just laughing beneath his breath as he grinned down at his bowl. More than amused with it all.

"She's a model. That's why she travels around." He told him , bringing up his phone and picking a photo of his sister from one of her recent shoots to show him.

Quinn looked up from his bowl , down to his friends phone, then back to his bowl before doing a double take .

His eyes widening in disbelief as he choked on his cereal, spluttering loudly as his face flushed red.

"That's your fucking sister?" He croaked out between his coughs , banging on his chest with his fist , unable to take his eyes away from the phone. Breathing deeply as he tried to fucking breath normally again.

Unable to believe what he was looking at.

He knew her.

Well. He didn't know her personally but he had seen enough of her pretty face on almost every magazine and billboard to know who she was.

She was fucking stunning. Like out of this world , how could it not be plastic surgery , it's so not fair, she must be a siren..it should be illegal to be that hot , kind of beauty.

He looked at the picture of her on vogue Italy , face bare for the stripped down , el natural shoot. Dressed in just a cut up white shirt , shiny hair hanging over her tanned shoulders as she looked straight at the camera with a soft, pouty look on her sun kissed face. Freckles dotted her nose, and if he looked close enough there was a heart shape mole just right beneath her right eye.

Quinn found it hard to breath. Clearing his throat a little as he tried to mask his awe into something more nonchalant instead.

But he glanced back up at his friend to see his act wasn't fooling him at all.

Roman pocketed his phone with a slight frown, eyeing him suspiciously . "Yeah? What's that supposed to mean? Of course she's my sister , where did you think she got her good looks from?" He motioned towards himself with a arrogant grin.

Quinn laughed, harder than he should have giving the offended look he received in return.

"Definitely not you man." He snickered , still slightly in shock over just who his sister was and just what she looked like.

“I just-she doesn't look like the terror you're describing her as." He muttered , getting up off his chair to put his now empty bowl in the sink. More for self distraction than anything.

Roman groaned , shaking his head at him. "That's exactly the problem! She looks like some angel but she's the devil in disguise. Like that Taylor swift song." He started humming the tune of it to him "Darling I’m a nightmare dressed like a -"

Quinn's groan cut him off "yes! I get it! She's the devil. Hot but insane . Okay. I got it." He rushed out not wanting to hear anymore of his terrible singing and butchering of Taylor's songs. It was far too early for it and there was no amount of coffee in the world that could make him sit through the torture of Roman singing at him.

Roman looked offended for a moment "hey!" Then he paused and squinted his eyes at him "did you just call my sister hot?" The disbelief was apparent in his voice . Enough to make Quinn freeze.

He slowly turned to look at his friend, mouth opening and closing several times before "no. I didn't." He denied. Laughing it off. Because he knew what a big deal he would make out of it.

Just like now. Roman laughed loudly "yes you did! You said she's hot but crazy!" He exclaimed.

"No! You did! I was just .. just summing it up!" Quinn argued.

Okay. Just because he wasn't a fucking player and almost permanent single didn't mean he didn’t recognise real beauty when he saw it.

Roman sofffed "bullshit. You think my sisters hot! I can't believe this! Maybe the hotel idea was a good one.." he bemoaned .

Not wanting his sister to sink her claws into his poor friend, he liked Quinn and he didn't want to add the hockey player to the long list of men that Cherrie had broken into pieces for her own entertainment . No thank you.

Quinn once again rolled his eyes at him, annoyed. "Dude. The whole world thinks your sister is hot, it's not news to you. And I'm not fucking blind." He snapped at him shoving past him to throw himself on the couch, hoping for a nap. "It's doesn't mean anything.” He added .

Roman with his Hands on hips just looked at him lazing out on the couch, a bored look on his face as he put on modern family for some background noise. Looking like he was done with the entire conversation.

"So you won’t fall in love with my sister then?" He challenged him. Knowing exactly what she did to men. She was his sister after all and he had the exact same affect on woman. Accidental heartbreakers If you will.

Quinn couldn't have snorted any louder If he tried, he even laughed. "No fucking way! Me?" He scoffed in amusement "falling in love? I don't fucking think so. You should be a comedian man." He said.

Roman just shot him a look, not believing him at all. Because if that was his reaction to just a photo of Cherrie, how was he going to feel when she arrived , prettier in person and staying with them for the whole summer?

He crossed his fingers and hoped that his sister would have some mercy at least. Or to at least pick a different Brother.

By the time that Cherrie arrived at her brother place, she was already getting a lecture from Roman as they walked up the stairs to his apartment . Rolling her eyes as he went on and on , sounding a bit too much like their mother for comfort .

"I'm serious Cherrie. I don't want any drama this time.. the last time you hung out with my friends it ended up in tears!" Roman exclaimed, still having ptsd from that horrible weekend .

Cherrie just groaned at Him, waiting impatiently by the out of service Elevator as she watched her brother haul up her two massive, bright pink suitcases up the stairs. With a large juicy couture rucksack on his back too , she only had her small purse with her phone and money in it on her arm.

Choosing to play with her freshly done nails as she replied amusedly "I didn't shed a single tear."

Roman glared over at her, face sweaty as he huffed and puffed his way to the top. Almost tripping over her ridiculously large suitcase as he did so.

"I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about the guys. I could have become a swimmer with the fucking ocean of tears you made them cry! I don't want any of that shit this time!" He warned her seriously "I mean it."

Bored, tired and grumpy from her flight. Cherrie just sighed and flicked her hair over her shoulder in annoyance.

"Okay. So no hooking up-"

"No!" Roman looked horrified just at the thought "you can do whatever you want on your own time but not with any of my friends. They’re hockey players-" maybe not the best thing to tell her seeing as she loved sporty guys.

She paused at his door, looking over her shoulder at him quietly for a moment before "hockey players?" She hummed out with a small smirk , already picturing them in their jerseys , all strong and talented on the ice.

But the glare her brother shot her shut her up real quick.

"Don't even think about it. They’re good guys Cherrie, and my roommate Quinn . He's really nice but likes his life drama free okay?" He told her as he unlocked the door.

Cherrie scoffed amusedly "he's gonna hate me then. Surprised he likes you at all. You're worse than I am." She tried to rile him up.

It worked.

By the time he had dragged her suitcase into the hallway, the siblings were bickering loudly and shoving at each other like little kids.

"You're such a fucking bore! You can't even take a joke-"

"Oh excuse me if I don't find fucking other people's husbands on a dare funny-"

Her voice went shrill , effectively waking Quinn up from his nap on the couch. But neither of the siblings noticed him yet.

"That was one time! Shut up! Like you haven't had your fair share of fun-"

He blinked his eyes open, yawning as he slowly pulled his body up into a sitting position. Turning his head to look at the noise, he rose a brow in both concern and amusement as he watched her kick at her brothers shin like a child. Roman kicking her right back.

Taking in the sight of the model, Quinn bit down on his bottom lip without even realising it.

Swallowing a little as he looked at her, all tan and worked up, dressed in tiny shorts and a crop top that barely covered a thing. Gucci flip flops that went flying across the room as she threw them at her brother, cursing him out in Spanish now.

She looked way hotter in real life than she did on the magazines. He wasn't sure how it was possible, but she did.

He ran a hand through his hair, managed to straighten out his old sweatshirt just as she turned her head to finally see him sitting there.

Then silence.

Cherrie looked at him, he looked at her. Roman held his breath.

Then she frowned at Quinn , looking unimpressed.

"I thought hockey players were supposed to be sexy." She complained .

Looking him over as she made her way to the couch, distracted from her bickering with her brother. She has a new target to annoy now.

Her brother sighed long and hard "be nice." He snapped at her as he started dragging her suitcases to her room, leaving them alone for a minute .

Offended and a little stung, Quinn eyed her up and down just as judgmentally . "I didn't know models looked like hookers these days either ."He threw back at her just as quick.

There was a shocked pause, having not expected him to dish it back out to her before she laughed, eyes lighting up as she got herself cozy on the tub chair. Eyes never leaving him. Taking in his flushed cheeks, scabbed nose from the last injury , hair a overgrown mess behind his ears , dressed in a huge black sweatshirt and basketball shorts.

He was not her usual type at all.

Yet something buzzed in her chest, a strange excitement building in her as she thought of all the ways she could get underneath his skin and make him react. Annoying guys was her favourite thing to do after all.

"Honey. You couldn't even afford this hooker." She replied smoothly , crossing her long, tanned legs over each other . Smirking to herself as she watched his eyes briefly flicker down to them before they quickly looked away.

Clearing his thirst, he muttered blandly "I'm glad i could save my money. I've been told I need to stop spending money on stupid things anyway."

Cherrie inhaled sharply at the jab, having a feeling that he had been fully filled in on all of her stupid activities as of lately. Her brother Had always been a snitch after all.

"That's ironic coming from a hockey player." She muttered as she got up to get something to eat , stomach rumbling after hours on a plane without any food. There was no way in hell she would eat anything on a plane or god forbid... airport food.

But as she opened the fridge and saw nothing but beers and leftover pizza, she realised with horror then that she was going to be living with guy. Stupid guys who didn't know a healthy salad or a fucking fruit if they saw one.

How was she supposed to survive? She had gone from five star luxury to... she glanced around the messy apartment with barely any decor . The biggest thing in there was the pool table and tv, not even a fucking clock on the wall!

She felt a little like crying then. Maybe because she was tired. Hungry and had spent the last weekend being scolded by her mother like she was a naughty child again. Her exploitation's gossip for everyone to hear.

So excuse her if she was feeling a little on edge, having at least expected her brother to have gone out shopping before she arrived . He knew that she was picky.

Was this...was this revenge for telling him that those stupid white pants he wore made him look like a Walmart version of a member of backstreet boys ?

"Where's the food?" She cut Quinn off befor he could dish a returned insult for her stupid hockey player comment. Making him frown over at her .

"There's pizza from last night left in there." He informed her like that was helpful.

Raising a brow as he heard her let out a little sound, between a squeak and a huff.

His lips twitched. "Not good enough for you princess?" He said.

She looked straight at him, face cold and replied bluntly "not it isn't. So unless you want me to make sure that you lose all your teeth , without a puck or a stick being Involved . I suggest you and my brother head to the nearest store and get some real fucking food in. Before I kill the both of you !" She hissed at him .

Then she picked up a throw pillow, launched it at his head before stomping away to her room. Pushing past her confused brother on the way, slamming the door behind her with a angry bang.

There was a tense silence in the room for a moment where both men just looked at where she had been stood, Roman slowly looking away from her slammed door , blinking at Quinn curiously.

"I think we should go get some grocoises." Was all Quinn muttered. Clearing his throat as he hauled his ass up from the couch, stuffed his wallet in his pocket and headed straight for the door.

Roman following behind him in confusion "we've got left over pizza-"

Quinn pulled a face , yanking the door open with a long exhale . Her furious, very hungry face imprinting in his mind as he hurried her brother along.

"Yeah. No man. I mean real food." He said.

Roman didn't look any less confused . But the look on Quinn's face made him not question it again.

Two hours later. The fridge , freezer and cupboards were full with real, fresh food.

Cherrie came back out again. Smile lighting up her pretty face as she pulled out some chicken and made herself a salad while the guys scoffed on a takeaway on the couch.

She didn't thank him verbally but she slapped the top of Quinn's head on the way back to her room , he took that for something instead.

Later that night, Cherrie dragged herself back out of her room with the blanket wrapped around her head, a scowl on her tired face as the voices got louder and louder.

Hearing her brother and Quinn laugh loudly, the sound of video games filling the room as she stomped in there to get them to stop.

Quinn was the first to notice her hovering by the couch like a grumpy gremlin, raising his brow at her as he played with the controller in his hand, her brother paying her no mind at all. She could hear another guys voice on the tv , playing along with them but she ignored it in favor of glaring at the both of them angrily.

"It's nearly one o'clock in in the morning." She snapped at them. Looking at Quinn like he was the devil.

He just snorted "glad you know how to tell the time." He muttered , smirking as he clicked away at the buttons. One eye on the tv and the other one subtly watching the way she stomped her food like a child, making it harder for him to hold back his grin at seeing how easy she was to rile up.

"Roman!" She complained . Getting his attention finally.

Her brother looked over at her with a Frown "what? Why aren't you asleep? You've had a long flight. I thought you'd be out already." He said obviously .

Cherrie looked at him like he was an a idiot . He was. But still. "Are you fucking serious? How can I sleep when it sounds like a fucking a bar in here? Turn that shit down!"

"Yeah. Grandma here wants an early night." Quinn muttered . Grinning. Sipping on his beer , content with pissing her off even more.

The look she shot him would have had any other guy Pissing his pants with fear . But Quinn just grinned up at her , enjoying it far too much.

"Would you prefer to be smothered by a pillow or drowned in the bath?" She simply responded to him while picking up a pillow from the couch as she approached him quickly .

He looked down at the pillow then back up at her in amusement . "Both sound a little too intimate princess. We've only known each other for a couple of hour-" his teasing got cut off by his own startled gasp as she suddenly launched herself at him.

Pillow pressed against his face as he let out a shocked laugh, grabbing ahold of her arms to stop her from actually killing him. While she huffed and puffed, slapping him with the pillow instead when she failed to smother him with it.

Ignoring her brother scolding her , she hit Quinn with the pillow again. "Asshole! Trust me , no one wants to be intimate like that with you! Fucking-ah!" She squealed as she was suddenly pulled off Quinn , Roman carrying her over to her room over his shoulder while she kicked and cursed him out.

Quinn just laughed as he pushed himself back up to his sitting position , pushing his hair out of his face as he caught back his breath. Grinning widely as he wiggled his fingers at her glare .

"Well. Everyone's been intimate with you . Have you met the landlords husband yet?" He called over the couch. Roman shaking his head at him scornfully.

"Not helping Quinn!"

He just laughed. Hard. Before hearing his brothers voice coming through the system, confused to why they had suddenly paused the game.

"Is that Romans sister?" Jack asked him curiously , amusement on his face as they listened to her cursing like a sailor at him.

He tried not to grin "yeah. She's crazy."

"Can I meet her?" His sly question had the grin dropping right off his face.

"Why?" He simply responded. Suspicious.

Jack shrugged slyly "she's hot. And sounds like fun. I bet Trevor would like her.."

Quinn cut him off before he could say anything else, his amusement quickly fading away just like that.

Instead he scoffed and snapped "she's not fun. Now shut up and let's play the game." Despite that, he turned down the volume anyway. She needed her sleep after all.

For the next few days, Cherrie and Quinn tried to stay out of each other's way. Well. More like Quinn stayed out of her way while Jack and Trevor took over and became her new best friends despite Quinn telling them to fuck off mulitple times.

Neither of them listened and he was more than peeved to see them greeted with a sweet smile and hang out invitations from her right off the bat.

While all Quinn got was multiple 'get fucked you fucking fuck.' And his favourite 'get out of my way before you become my new doormat.'

She was getting wildly creative with her insults, and each one she snapped made it harder for him to control his laughter. Not wanting her to know just how much their bickering amused him.

It was Friday night, and Quinn was holed up in his room listening to some music. Sick and tired of seeing his brother and Trevor laughing and having fun with Cherrie all day, the three off them having went to the beach and come home and spent hours playing video games and just hanging out.

Jack had tried to get him to join in but one look at Cherrie, sun kissed with wet hair and sunburn on her pretty face had him declining so quickly that even Cherrie looked at him funny.

But then it started getting dark and he was brought out his thoughts by Cherrie casually walking into his bedroom like it was her own. Kicking the door shut with her foot as she balanced several dresses over her arms.

Ignoring his shocked look, she held up a white silk dress to her body

"This looks good on me , no?" Looking at him Impatiently for an answer. Hair blow dried, still dressed in a small dressing gown after the quick shower she had taken. Not bothered at all.

Quinn swallowed. Eyes flickering down to her bare legs before looking down to his bedcovers . "Er-I don't know." He mumbled "I'm not the one for fashion advise. Try Jack." He bitterly added.

Cherrie just scoffed "I did. He's no help. He thinks I look hot in everything. I need honesty. Brutal. Okay?" She instructed him.

Quinn barely had a chance to breath before she suddenly dropped her silk dressing gown onto the floor. Giving him the sight of her stood there, in front of his bed , dressed in a matching pale pink lace set before she was pulling the dress over her head.

"Fucks sake Cherrie!" He hissed at her , wide eyed and flushed red.

Unable to look away from her as he watched her smooth the silk over her body, turning to look in his mirror. Twisting side to side, only to give him an even better view of her ass in the figure hugging dress.

She ignored his shock and simply frowned at her reflection. "Is this see through at the back?" She asked him. Turning her ass to him fully, not warnting to go out in a dress like that.

Quinn gulped, hesitated . Eyes flickering to her face to make sure that she was serious , then he trailed his gaze down to her ass and hummed a little .

Breathing a little shakily as he mumbled "yeah. I can -I can see the thong. And can see right through." He let her know. Not knowing where to look.

Cherrie decided that for him. He choked on his breath again as she huffed and whipped the dress over her head, grabbing another one this time as she talked casually to him while she put it on

"It's so annoying. I like this one but it has a slit..too high or no?" She smoothed the red velvet dress over her body, then put her leg up on the bed so he could see the slit that ran up her thigh to her hip bone when she moved.

Quinn felt a little faint .

Taking deep breaths , mouth running dry as he looked at her tanned leg , oiled up with moisturiser in front of him. He felt his heart beat in his head. That couldn't be good, could it?

"You look-" incredibly sexy. He didn't say "that's not the one." He didn’t want her wandering out anywhere in that dress. Selfish reasons, he knew. But he wouldn't ever admit it.

Cherrie nodded like she agreed "I was a little worried. I don't want my pussy out in the night ya know? It's an easy access desss but.." she trailed off with a shrug.

Forgetting just who she was talking to for a moment. Instead she treated him like one of her girlfriends whenever they got ready for nights out together.

“I think this might be the one." She said slyly as she pulled on a simple , little black dress. Tight and hugging with lace holding up her chest, making her tits seem even bigger than they were. It hugged her like second skin, the back low, so she unhooked her bra and pulled it off easily.

She then threw her bra at Quinn who caught it with a heavy blink, brain slugging as he looked down at the lace in his hands then back up at Cherrie again. Wondering dazedly if he was dreaming.

"Yeah.." was all he could mumble out. "I guess that ones okay." He said. Speechless.

Rolling her eyes, she laughed. Having already had a few too many glasses with Trevor when he had decided that they needed a night out .

"This will get me free booze all night baby!" She cheered at her reflection. Fixing her hair and letting out a pleased hum at what she saw.

“Are you coming?" She then asked Quinn , turning to look at him after she was done.

Sitting down on the end of his bed to put on her sparkling heels, she looked up at him Impatiently when he didn't answer.

He shut his gaping mouth and exhaled "where are you going?"

"The bar. With Trevor and my brother. We're gonna meet some more of their friends There. Jacks not going though , still hungover from yesterday." She told him in amusement. Having spent the night at the club with them last night too.

Quinn scoffed and shook his head "no way." A night in a stuffy bar watching his friends hit on her? And her flirt back? Sounded like a fucking nightmare.

Cherrie felt weirdly disappointed , but she tried not to let it show. Instead she let the disappointment turn to Annoyance , standing back up once her heels were on and scoffing down at him.

"Whatever , You're so boring!" She glared down at him, wondering why she even bothered inviting him at all. She didn't like him. What the hell was she doing?

Quinn scoffed too, sitting up to glare back at her. "Yeah well. We'll see how fun you are when you come back pregnant and regretting ever going!" He snapped back at her.

She huffed , picked up a random shirt from his floor and hauled it at his head.

“Fuck you! You asshole!" She shouted at him, yanking open the door, blood boiling . Regretting ever speaking to him willingly.

Jack paused in shock, plate in his hand with a sandwich halfway to his mouth , about to knock on Quinn's door to see if he wanted to play some video games. Only to blink in disbelief as the door swung open and Cherrie stormed out of his brothers room, face red and pissed off. Not even sparing him a glance.

"No! Fuck you!" Quinn yelled back. Then the slam of the front door rattled the apartment .

Leaving Jack to slowly enter his brothers doorway in shock, eyes blowing wide as he looked at Quinn's red cheeks and scowling face . A lace bra in his lap.

"Dude!" Jack couldn't believe it "what happened to being nice to ladies?" He had never heard Quinn speak like that to anyone, ever. Never mind a woman.

Quinn let out a strangled sound, cheeks on fire as he looked at where she had been stood, flustered.

"She is not a lady! She's a fucking siren or -she's a ! Fuck! - " he huffed, struggling for words. Barely able to look his brother in the eye as he shoved him out of his room. Wanting to be alone.

“-that's the kind of woman that if you look at her too long she snatches your fucking heart out and never gives it back!" He shouted , muttering curses before he then slammed the door in his face with a huff.

Leaving Jack to stare at the closed door for a minute in disbelief, then he snorted .

Then he grinned widely in amusement

"Oh no. He likes her." He realised. Chuckling to himself as he quickly ran to get his phone to tell their friends of the latest development.

By the time half past one in the morning rolled around and Cherrie was still not back yet, Quinn finally emerged from his room , trying to act

Nonchalant as he asked his brother about their whereabouts.

"Dunno." Jack just shrugged hiding his smirk behind his drink "she's out with Trevor . So she might not come back tonight at all." He couldn't help but add, just to rile him up. To see how he would react.

Quinn stood there with his hands on his hips, looking over at the front door as though she was going to suddenly burst through it.

Then he felt his heart sink deeper in his stomach as realised that his brother might just be right, the thought of her out there cuddling up with Trevor or worse, some Random asshole at the bar , made him restless on his feet for a reason he didn't want to admit.

"I can't sleep." He blurted out instead.

Hands In his joggers pockets as he tried to stop himself from fidgeting , eyes drifting over to the loveseat that she always curled on. Her blanket still there, he slowly walked over to the chair , unease growing.

What the hell was wrong with him? And why the hell did he even care about what she did?

He didn't.

He didnt. She could do whatever and whoever the fuck she wanted. He tried convincing himself but his hand snook out of his pocket and began fiddling with the edge of her blanket and he knew that he was fucked.

Jack peered over at him in amusement "obviously." He stated with a smirk, "tried shutting your eyes?"

I have. He wanted to snap back. But every time I do I see Cherrie in situations I would rather not see. Some horrifically including Trevor and now he felt sick.

Instead he muttered casually "I could go for a drink." Trying to act like it was no big deal.

Jack looked at him like he was insane "now? But you said you didn't want to go out tonight!" He exclaimed.

Wide eyes watching his older brother pick up his jacket and wallet , not bothered that he was dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, hair a mess around his head.

He just grabbed a cap from the wall and placed it backwards on his head, shrugging at him casually.

"Well I've changed my mind. Let's go." He simply said.

Cherrie couldn't believe what she was seeing as she stood by the pool table watching the guys mess on, drunkenly placing bets on who would win.

She glanced over to the bar and had to do a double take as she saw the two brothers walking over to them , eyes going wide as she looked at Quinn , in full lazy sweats , giving her a small smirk.

She frowned "what the fuck?" Almost falling over as she gripped trevors arm, nudging him to look over at their new guests of the night.

He looked just as surprised, but welcomed them with a happy grin. "Dudes! Want a drink?!" Be passed them both a bottle of beer from the table .

Quinn slowly saddled up next to her , not even glancing at her as he watched the guys suck at playing pool. So close that their arms brushed.

Missing the looks that Trevor and Jack shot them as his brother muttered something to him in amusement, both friends shaking their heads at him in amusement .

Cherrie was still scowling at him , nudging his side a little too hard . Cocktail glass tight in her hand "what happened to not your scene?" She sarcastically said, yet there was no denying the pleased feeling rising beneath her skin at the sight of him.

He just shrugged, sipping on his beer before answering . "Couldn't sleep." He muttered the same excuse that he had to his Brother.

It didn't work on her either.

She just rolled her eyes at him playfully "no shit. You look like an asshole." She commented, smacking the backwards cap on top of his head. Liking the look on him. Not that she would tell him that.

He just chuckled , looking her over with a small smirk. "And you look like a drunk idiot. What perfume are you wearing? Vodka." He snarked back at her . Tugging at the ends of her long hair , grinning when she slapped his hand away with a glare.

Squinting her eyes up at him, she leaned into his side so he could hear her better over the loud music and chatter surrounding them. Both of them lost in their own world together . He leaned closer to her too, neither moving away.

"You wished you smelt and looked this good." She muttered while giggling , throwing the rest of her drink down in one go.

Then she passed him her Empty glass and said "buy me another one?"

He rose a brow at her in amusement "missing a word there princess." He replied. Nudging her along with him to the bar anyways.

Digging his free hand into his pocket for his wallet, hiding a smile as he felt her clutch onto the back of his sweatshirt to keep herself close as they pushed through the crowd.

"Now?" She guessed. Grinning up at him cheekily.

Quinn just rolled his eyes and ordered her drink "please." He muttered passing his card over, ordering one for him later as well.

She snorted "please what hockey boy?" Before he could bicker back with her , he stilled when she suddenly let out a loud gasp , head snapping over to makeshift dance floor.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed happily as she started to loudly sing along to the song blaring around them

"Romeo save me I’ve been feeling so alone! I've been waiting for you but you never come- is this in my head I don't know what to think-" she tugged at his hands as she danced around him happily .

Only stopping short when his voice lowly joined in "-he knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring-" he sang quietly grinning at the look of shock on her pretty face as she gaped up at him .

Heart fluttering in her chest, she gripped onto his arms and beamed brightly "you’re a swiftie?" She breathed out in amazement .

He chuckled, nodding his head as he pulled her closer and twirled her around . Smiling a little as she giggled and fell against him "mmm. Of course. I'm not deaf." He muttered before looking at her beaming smile and scrunched up nose and sighed longingly

"not blind either." He added.

"It's a love story baby just sayyy.." she sang while holding out a pretend microphone to him as she lifted up her arm, making him twirl beneath it.

Both of them too busy laughing and dancing together to see the looks of shock and disbelief from their friends, Jack slowly lifting his phone up in shock to film them for evidence later. Unable to believe the sight in front of him. Gaping at the sight of Quinn twirling around with her while singing Taylor fucking swift.

"Yes." Quinn muttered finishing the lyric as he chuckled, almost crashing into the stool behind him as she suddenly twirled him again. "Okay! Okay!" He laughed nodding over to their drinks at the bar "come on ."

She followed him easily, still singing as she clutched his hand without even relaxing it.

"Can we make a Taylor swift playlist to play on the ride back?" She looked up at him hopefully , too drunk and happy to realise that she was staring. She tugged off his Cap and placed it backwards on her own head, making Quinn hide a smile behind his glass.

"Obviously."

Three o'clock in the morning and they stumbled back into the apartment , shoving at each other like little kids as they playfully argued about which type of shoes were better.

"Boots make every outfit have a little bit of ..spice ya know?" She argued , a dr Martin lover through and through.

Quinn scoffed at her amusedly "yeah in 2010. You gonna wear your wide brim hat and moustache tshirt as well?" He teased . Tugging on her hair again like a child with a crush .

She rolled her eyes at him with a grin, laughing loudly "no! You wear slides like everywhere! You can’t speak!" She countered back. Cheeks flushed from the alcohol and just having fun with him.

"Can too. No laces, no hassle. Just the way I like it." He said.

Letting her hold onto him as she pulled off her heels, grabbing onto her arm when she wobbled , giggling beneath her breath. "You should try it. Better than those weapons." He nodded at her poor ankles.

Straightening back up, she sighed dramatically "no. They make my legs look so good. I'll look like an idiot wearing a mini dress with slides ." She slurred as they stumbled down the hall to their rooms.

Quinn just shook his head with a small smile, hand hovering over her back in case she stumbled again, not wanting her to fall flat on her pretty face .

"No you won't. That's not possible." He muttered, yawning loudly . He ran his fingers through the ends of her hair again just because he could, in awe of how soft it felt between his fingertips .

Cherries eyes fluttering as she leant against her doorframe , yawning as well.

“Why not?" She struggled not to fall asleep right there and then. Enjoying his company so much, she kind of didn’t want him to leave her at all. Weird.

Quinn shrugged lazily , drunk and happy "cause it's you." He simply mumbled. Meaning it.

It wasn't possible for her to look bad, or stupid or like an idiot. She could wear a trash bag and she Would still look Beautiful .

She didn't say anything. Just bit down on her bottom lip . pushed away the giddy feeling in her chest and sighed dramatically .

Squeezing his bicep gently before finally letting go "night Quinn. Maybe you'll sleep and wake up as beautiful as me." She joked.

He chuckled, pushed her a little to get her through her door, unable to tear his eyes away from her toothy grin.

She was so fucking beautiful , it made it hard to breath.

"Get some sleep and maybe you'll wake up less of a bitch." He countered back , kicking his foot up to kick her gently in her ass.

Snickering a little when she shot him a playful glare over her shoulder , kicking him back in his ankle without missing a beat.

“Maybe you'll wake up and be Sidney Crosby." She shot back, both grinning despite their petty words.

Quinn shook his head in amusement , flicking her forehead with his fingers , before finally backing away towards his own bedroom before he did something as stupid as kiss her .

“Fuck you." He said instead.

She bit down on her bottom lip to hide her besotted grin "fuck you too."

They both went to sleep and dreamt of dancing together to Taylor swift underneath the stars , body as aligned as the planets above.

The next week passed by quick with Quinn sticking to cherries side, both of them insulting each and picking at each other like little kids. But despite their teasing, they never left each other's side for very long.

Quinn insisting that he come along to her shopping trips in case she picked something hideous , despite her being a model who dressed like one too.

Cherrie making up excuses to get him to come along with her to see movies, to the bar , to get her nails done and Quinn always sliding them his card before she could pay for herself . Resulting in them bickering until she finalllt gave in, insisting on buying him ice cream to make up for it.

Everybody knew what was going on, everybody but her brother Roman who got the surprise of his life as he watched his sister walk out of Quinn's bedroom with him casually, like it was no big deal.

Jack not even blinking an eye, simply lifting his hand to high five Cherrie as she passed him, eyes not leaving the tv. Used to the two of them constantly being attached to the hip now.

Quinn headed into the kitchen and picked out two water bottles, handing one to his sister without saying a word.

Running a hand through his hair, he mumbled "golfing?" To her quietly. Roman watching their interaction in disbelief . Wondering what the hell he had missed.

Cherrie hummed while typing on her phone, pulling herself up to sit on the counter beside him. Both doing their own thing but still in their own bubble together .

"I'm shit at it. I told you." She muttered back to him as she scoffed at a text her friend sent her, briefly lifting her phone in front of Quinn to show him the photo of her friends new boyfriend.

“That's the one I was telling you about." She said.

He glanced at the picture and muttered "looks like a finance bro." Smiling a little when she huffed out a laugh. Pride filming him that he could make her laugh like that.

"Looks like a dickhead you mean." She corrected, both of them snickering meanly between each other.

Then Quinn got back on to the golfing topic "I'll teach you. It's not serious. Just hitting some balls into some tight holes." He heard what he said a second too late. Immediately glancing over at her with narrowed eyes "don't even say it."

She laughed loudly , slapping his shoulder with a grin on her face. "It's too hard! I can't!" She giggled.

Quinn groaned "don't. Don't make me say it."

She wiggled her brows "come on. You know you want to." She sang.

He sighed in defeat , fighting back ahinst a grin as he muttered "that's what she said." Ashamed of himself for giving in to her childishness , he shook his head amusedly .

Cherrie just ruffled his hair with her hand , oblivious to her gaping brother on the couch. Jack amusedly watching his reaction with a grin , used to it now.

He then picked up his jacket and picked up his car keys, heading over to the front door without even glancing back.

“There's a five star food bar there." He simply told her. Knowing it would do the trick.

Cherrie came running, shoving on her slides that Quinn had gotten her after all their bickering about his own . They had a matching pair now.

Quinn then grabbed his cap and placed it on her head, then wrapped her up in his jacket too.

"Tacos?"

"Tacos." He confirmed. Then they were gone.

Leaving her brother to Gape at the front door in disbelief. Mouth opening and closing Several times before he turned to look at Jack in shock

"She hates him?" He didn't sound so sure now. Confused to how his sister had went from cursing out Quinn to going golfing with him while wearing his jacket .

Jack smirked knowingly "does she?" He rose a brow at him waiting for him to catch up.

Roman blinked dumbly "she doesn't?"

Jack just laughed and laughed and laughed "think my brother lied to you man."

Roman thought back to the first day when he had told Quinn not to fall in love with her, how Quinn had scoffed and told him 'that was never going to happen.'

He groaned in disbelief . Jack laughed loudly . He really should have seen this coming.

Cherrie found herself sat at one of his games, wearing Quinn's jersey as she sat beside Jack, munching on popcorn as she watched the players come out . Eyes wide with excitement , having never seen a hockey game live before.

"So.." Jack looked at her with a grin as he eyed the jersey she was wearing with his brothers name on the back "hate him still?" He teased knowingly.

Cherrie just hummed with a serious resting bitch face "can't fucking stand him." She blandly replied.

Sticking up her middle finger at Quinn when he skated past where they were sitting, making him grin to himself in amusement before he focused back on his game.

His brother shook his head in amazement "is fuck you ..like your guys ‘okay’?" He wondered out loud. Having seen the both of them always swearing at each other with smiles on their faces. It was weird.

Cherrie just looked back at him in confusion "huh?"

He sighed loudly "it's a film- never mind. You two are weird." He stated in amusement, knowing he would never understand their dynamic . But his brother was happy, and that was all he cared about.

"do you like my brother Cherrie?” He decided to just go right ahead and ask her instead .

She looked at him, looked at Quinn then hid her grin behind her popcorn. "No. He sucks." She muttered.

Jack couldn't help himself "thought you were the sucker in your relationship." Earning himself a smack to his arm, he just giggled like a naughty child in return .

Rolling her eyes at him, she ignored the flush in her cheeks and replied quickly "their is no relationship. I don't like him. I don't care about him-." Obviously Lying through her teeth.

And Jack could only watch in absolute disbelief as Quinn got slammed against the boards by another player, watched the way Cherrie immediately jumped out of her seat in a rage.

"Fucking cunt!" She yelled loudly , scowling darkly as she watched him shove Quinn down again until he fell flat on his ass.

“Fucking get him Quinn! Break his legs!" She was a little too passionate.

Jack was tugging at the back of her jersey with a nervous laugh to get her to calm down as those surrounding them looking at them judgmentally.

Well. Looked at Cherrie banging on the glass telling his brother to pound the dickheads face in, getting creative with her ideas of revenge.

“ Cherrie! Shhh!" He giggled while Watching his brother shove the player back, snarling something at him.

He saw the other player respond and look their way, directly at Cherrie, knowing exactly who he was chirping about to get a rise of of his bier. He winced in sympathy for him .

The guy motioned towards Cherrie and smirked, muttering something to him. Then Quinn spat something back and threw off his gloves before slamming him to the floor, hitting him without any hesitation.

Cherrie yelled excitedly "woooh! That’s it baby!" Grinning widely as she watched the referee separate them.

Quinn still yelling shit at the other player. Then he looked towards them to see their reaction to his behaviour , saw Cherrie's proud smile and found his shoulders relaxing even as he skated towards the penalty box. Glad that she wasn’t pissed off or turned off by him fighting. Fighting back the twitch of his lips at how proud she looked as she gave him a thumbs up, eyes glittering.

As she finally retook her seat , there was a moment of amused silence between them as she fought back her breath from all her shouting .

Then finally "so. Don't care about him?" Jack repeated her words with a smug smirk on his face.

Cherrie just rolled her eyes with a easy Grin "shut up." Was all she could reply.

Heart racing in her chest, unable to take her eyes off Quinn as she watched him pull off his helmet to wipe his face . Glaring angrily at the player still.

She then sighed in defeat.

Fucked. She was completely fucked.

Quinn rose a brow in surprise when he came out of the locker room to find Cherrie waiting for him , unable to stand still as she fidgeted with the sleeves of his jersey she was wearing.

Making him hide his grin behind his hand at the sight of her in his shirt , his number and name on her back. Feeling his heart race just at the sight of her there. Waiting for him.

God. It felt like a dream. Walking towards her and seeing her face light up for him.

She ran over to him as soon as she saw him coming , shaking her head with a loud exhale.

“That guy was a asshole!" She exclaimed . Shaking her head in amazement . Still filled with adrenaline from watching it all go down.

Quinn chuckled , grabbed her elbow and pulled her into his side as they passed some people to get down to a quieter corridor , leading towards the exit where his car was parked.

"Complete dick." He agreed easily before grinning as be recalled her yelling and her proud grin when he finally took him down. "You seemed to enjoy yourself." He said amused.

She tried to school her excitement but couldn't , instead she nudged him and grinned "I didn't know you had it in you."

Then she looked at him, really looked at him, wet hair from his quick shower , all rugged, roughened up and pretty.

Recalling the way he had slammed that guy to the ice, she blurted out before she could stop herself “that was really hot." Not regretting it either .

She wasn't the kind to back out. She was committed now, there was no turning back.

Quinn froze and tugged her to a stop , blinking down at her slowly as he wondered if he heard her right.

Inhaling deeply as he looked at her wide eyes and flushed cheeks , the way she couldn't take her eyes off him. Fingers squeezing his hip as she nudged him with a cheeky grin on her pretty face.

She meant it.

"Really?" He breathed out in shock "me?" He couldn't believe it. Even going as fair as pointing a finger at himself . Like there was anyone else around.

Cherrie just nodded her head, hooked her elbow through his and bit Down on her bottom lip till it hurt.

“Yeah. Kind of want to fuck you now." She told him bluntly , the only way she knew how.

She wasn't good at feelings. Wasn't the kind of girl to sit there and proclaim her love through poetic words and sweet gestures . That just wasn't who she was. That was Taylor swift’s job. Maybe she could sing a song to him later instead .

Quinn knew that. And He heard her loud and clear.

He went bright red, scratching at his burning neck sheepishly , his eyes darting to the ground, to Cherrie and then to the exit doors before darting back to her again.

He swallowed nervously "I mean- you can-" he stammered shyly "if you want to I mean- we could-"

She cut him off quickly "Yeah. I do want . You I mean." Eagerly tugging him along with her as her heart hammered away in her chest, belly hot and head spinning.

She wanted him so bad.

He nodded his head eagerly , letting out a overwhelmed laugh. "Yeah. Yeah. Cool. Okay-" he ran his free hand through his hair nervously

"home?" He muttered , breath catching in his throat when she looked over at him quietly for a moment

Then she shook her head with a soft smile and agreed quietly "home."

They barely managed to stumble to his car before Quinn was pushing her up against the door, body pressed tightly against her own as he leant his head down and kissed her.

Moaning against her mouth as he felt her slide her hand into his back pocket and squeeze his ass, roughly pulling his hips up against her own as she bit down on his bottom lip hotly.

"Shit. Fuck.." he breathed out , eyes dark as he panted breathlessly against her mouth. Pulling back to kiss down her neck, marking her , tongue soothing over the sting as he held her as close as could possibly be .

Dipping his head to kiss her again and again and again, he exhaled shakily "you know right?" He mumbled begween kisses.

Cupping the back of her neck and stroking her ear gently, heart feeling like it was too full too handle. Goosebumps breaking out on his skin when she pulled away just enough to smile up at him, lips now the same colour as her name that he muttered out in awe.

“Cherrie…”

She laughed breathlessly against his jaw, kissing up to his cheekbone as she ran her fingers through his hair, tugging at it until he was moaning aginst her mouth shamelessly .

"I do." She didn't give a shit anymore . Tough girl act gone out of the window.

All she felt was her heart racing beneath her skin , then the feeling of his hands slipping beneath her shirt and the trembling of his lips as he laid his heart out on her sleeve, for her to do whatever she wanted with it.

"You’re gonna be my Taylor coded boyfriend now Quinn. Alright?" She let him know.

Lips pressing all over his face , lipstick print covering his skin as she left a red stain on his heart. He didn't wipe it away, he planned to keep it there forever.

He laughed shyly against her, eyes fluttering with bliss as she kissed his eyelids , then kissed his nose, kissing downwards till she reached his lips again.

"Sounds cool." He mumbled , licking the roof of her mouth as they made out aginst his car like teenagers.he couldn't wait to get her home.

"Can I say it?" He whispered pleadingly , hand on her hip and the other in the back pocket of her shorts as he held her close to him.

Breathless , overwhelmed and utterly fucked in the best way. She smiled knowingly

"You can tell me everything." She said. Meaning it. She wasn’t afraid anymore.

He looked at her and knew, and he knew that she knew it too. It was there right from the start , when she had crashed onto his place , made it her own. When they had argued, had bickered, had pushed and shoved, and pulled at each other's hair and clothes . Had challenged and dared eachother to do it.

So he did "I love you." He admitted to her, honesty flowing as freely through him as his love for her did.

"I think I always will." He said. Kissing her again.

She laughed softly against his lips "I know." She hummed, eyes sparkling as she grinned up at him

“I love you too. Stupid thing for us to do huh?" She said.

He laughed breathlessly "so stupid. But- hockey player so.." he shrugged his shoulders jokingly as he pulled away from her.

Opened up the passenger seat door and kicked her ass with his foot, making her giggle as he nudged her into the seat. Laughing with her.

"What's your excuse?" He teased her as he ran around to his side of the car, slipping in and turning on the engine. He pulled up his phone and put in their playlist they had made in the bar.

She looked at him, looked at his shy smile and his rosy cheeks, his flustered laugh as he leant over to buckle her in.

She sighed happily "stupidity is contagious. Remember?" She simply replied.

He laughed as Taylor swift sounded from the speakers , both of their hands reaching out to turn it up as lover played loud and clear.

Cherrie shook her head with a playful wince "this is all Taylor's fault. I mean-it's like she plans it. You're my song. All those songs I've sang along to.." she groaned , head resting on his shoulder as she kissed him there. Wanting to be close.

“I was singing about you all along!"

Quinn picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles , then held it in his own. Sighing blissfully

"Actually. It's your brothers fault really." He muttered , chuckling in amusement at how the tables had turned. "He made me swear that I wouldn't fall in love with you." He told her.

Cherrie exhaled long and hard , sharing a amused glance with Quinn.

He tutted "I don't like being told what to do. So..it's all his fault."

She nodded her head along seriously "complete dick. All his fault."

He nodded too , grinning against her knuckles as he kissed her hand again just because he could now.

"Complete asshole."

"Fuck him."

She looked over at him slyly "fuck me?"

He smirked contently "for the rest of our lives."

It's been a long time coming but..

He wouldn't change a single thing. And they could put the blame on Taylor and her brother anyways.

#quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes oneshot #quinn hughes imagine #nhl imagine #nhl oneshot #nhl fic #hockey oneshot #ice hockey imagine #hockey imagine

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ryus3i · 2 years ago

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WALKING IN A WINTER WONDERLAND ft. Itoshi Rin, Shidou Ryusei and Seishiro Nagi x gn reader separately

Cw; cursing, lots of fluff

An; first blue lock work lemme know how I did :)

ITOSHI RIN “You know if you wanted to hold my hand you could have just said so” you tease after Rin had laced your hands with his and shoved it into the pocket of his coat. He quickly turns his head to the side now facing the road, Rin insists he walks on the side closest to the road. Just in case you try to do something stupid and end up under a car.

“Shut up, I want to keep you warm” Rin confesses whilst giving your hand a little squeeze. It wasn’t often that he would confess his thoughts to you, he was more of an action type of guy. So the soft blush that loomed over his cheeks wasn’t a surprise at all.

“Thanks, Rinnie, you’re very sweet you know, '' you say, stopping to place a kiss on Rin’s pink cheeks.

Without saying a word he continues to tug you along the path to your house. This time pulling you closer and keeping his gaze towards the ground avoiding your loving gaze and hiding the small smile that stretches across his face.

SHIDOU RYUSEI

“Finally you’re done, it’s so fucking cold,” Ryusei says as he pulls you into his arms. “Shidou I told you not to wait here, you’re not even wearing a jacket” you scold as you rub circles into his back sharing some of your warmth from the heated book club room where you previously were.

“I know babe, but can’t let you walk home alone when it’s dark out, who’s gonna protect you from the creeps on the streets”.

“I’ll have you know I’m fully capable of walking myself home and defending myself from creeps”

“Yeah right, you’d just run away, I know you’re scared of walking alone in the dark”, your annoying but cute boyfriend says, grabbing your hands and rubbing them with his.

“I’m leaving, I’ll walk myself home,” you say, taking a few steps ahead of Shidou.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry,” he says catching up to you. “Let’s get you home before your parents start to worry”

“Yeah let’s go Shidou,” you say, linking your arm with his.

SEISHIRO NAGI

You and a sleepy Seishiro walk home in silence after a long day of school and his practice. At this rate, the only thing keeping your boyfriend awake were the bright lights of food stands and small shops around you.

“Shiro, don’t fall asleep baby, we’re almost home. You can sleep all you want when we get there” you say.

“K” he replies as he leans his head on your shoulder slowing you down even more. Choosing to ignore him you continue towards your house enjoying the peaceful silence.

The silence is broken by a simple question from Seishiro. “Baby, do you think you could carry me home?” he asks.

“No Shiro, I'm weak baby and the house is right there,” you say, refusing Seishiros pleas for you to carry him across the street where your house was.

“Fine but you have to cuddle with me” he demands as you two cross the street.

“Ok, you big baby”.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #rin itoshi #rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #shidou ryusei #ryusei x reader #shidou ryusei x reader #nagi seishiro #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #☾mai works

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softxsuki · 1 year ago

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i love the aesthetic of your blog so much and you’re an incredibly talented writer!! your works are super comforting to me and i always look forward to seeing them in my feed. i’ve read your note as well & you’re so thoughtful trying to create content for people having a tough time. i appreciate you! :)

i was wondering if you could do something with jean kirschtein helping a reader fall asleep and/or just being comforting and taking care of them when they’re sad or not feeling well/fatigued? i would love to see this as a oneshot and leaning romantic and fem!reader but as the writer please take the liberty to do what’s easiest or most comfortable for you!! i saw you have a lot of requests pending so if you can’t get to this, i completely understand and no worries!! thank u so much <33 have a wonderful week 🤍

Jean Helps S/O Fall Asleep

Pairing: Jean x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight kissing, feeling anxious, not being able to sleep

Genre: Fluff, Comfort (kinda)

Post-Type: Oneshot (surprisingly)

Word Count: 1k

Summary: In which you sneak to the men's barracks to find Jean after struggling to fall asleep at night

[A/N: Oh wow hi! Thank you so much for the compliment. My blog theme is different now, but I hope you still like it JEKAFE. I finally got to your request, I just hope you're still around to read it (lemme know if you are <3) I hope I did alright. For some reason I suck so bad at writing for Jean. I'm working on it though T-T. Hope you're doing well, enjoy <3]

It was dark as light snores filled the room; yet you were still very much awake. No matter how long you kept your eyes closed, sleep never came. Was it the anxiety that filled your heart, wondering when you’d all have to go into action? Or was it the little issues in your life that kept popping back into your mind, making you restless? There were an endless number of possibilities, yet you couldn’t pinpoint which one it was exactly. For all you knew it could have been a mixture of all those things and more.

It was way past curfew and you knew going to the men’s barracks would probably get you into a lot of trouble if Levi or any of your other superiors caught you, but you needed to see your boyfriend, Jean. Having met him through the Survey Corps, you’d been together for a few years now and Jean very quickly became the one you relied on the most. If anyone could help bring peace to your restless mind so you could get some sleep, it would be him. So, you sneak out of your bed, careful not to wake Sasha who was asleep in the bunk above you; she’d definitely be too loud if you woke her accidentally.

Slipping on your boots, you sneak out of the woman’s barracks and head towards the men’s barracks which wasn’t too far away, though you had to avoid being spotted from a few soldiers that were keeping watch, nothing crazy though. You could feel your heart beating in your chest, anxious to be caught, yet desperate and excited to be in Jean’s arms.

As soon as you successfully make it into the men’s barracks, you head straight for Jean’s bed. Thankfully he had a lower bunk so you wouldn’t have to worry about climbing up a ladder to get to him. The smell of man hits your nose, making you scrunch your nose slightly–it wasn’t the most pleasant scent, but it would have to do.

When you spot Jean, he’s peacefully asleep, and you debate whether you should wake him up or not. He worked hard during the day, carrying heavy items around the base and training so he can always be in his best condition when the time comes. You felt guilty–why couldn’t you just handle this alone? There was no reason to bother him about it and ruin his own rest. You sigh before turning back around to go back to your own barracks, when a voice stops you.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” It was Jean.

Turning back around, you see him sitting up now with his eyes opened slightly as he watches you.

“Nothing! Don’t worry about it, go back to sleep, baby,” you whisper to him and go to continue walking away, but you feel him grab your arm and pull you into his bed.

“C’mon, tell me. I know you didn’t just come here to watch me sleep and then leave. Unless you did, that would be really weird,” he jokes, speaking softly as to not awaken the guys around him.

You crack a smile at that. Already you were feeling a little less anxious and more relaxed than you were in your own bed. Leaning back into his chest as his arms wrap around you, he holds you tightly, waiting for you to speak.

“I just…couldn’t sleep,” you admit, feeling a little childish now that you said it out loud. So what if you couldn’t sleep? Was that any reason to go running to him? (um yes, duh)

But Jean thought otherwise. “Then I better fix that, huh?” You can hear the smile in his tone as he leans in to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Come lie down.”

And you do. Squished together on the tiny twin bed, you both lie down, while Jean keeps his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close into his chest as he presses several kisses to your face now, leaving the last kiss on your lips with a hum.

“Close your eyes and take deep breaths,” he instructs quietly, his fingers running mindlessly through your hair, leaning in a little further every now and then to massage your scalp in hope to help you relax. “Everything’s okay. You’re safe, you’re loved, and most importantly, you have me here to hold you.”

Deciding to listen to him, yet already feeling a lot more sleepy now that you were in his arms cuddled up together, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, following his breathing as the sensation of his fingers in your hair, helps you fall deeper and deeper into a relaxed state. His comforting words sink into your mind, replacing and quieting down your restless thoughts.

“Good girl,” Jean whispers in your ear, now closing his own eyes as you both breathe deeply together, a comfortable silence falling over you. You cuddle closer to him before drifting off to dreamland, your dreams full of Jean and your hopefully bright future together.

…

You don’t even remember when you fell asleep, but you did. Opening your eyes first thing in the morning, you didn’t expect to hear hushed giggles or the sight of all your male comrades hovered over you with sly smiles on their faces.

“Had fun?” Eren teases with a smirk, never missing an opportunity to get under Jean’s skin.

“Oh shut up, as if none of you haven’t done this before,” Jean finally opens his own eyes, and shoo’s everyone away, turning to you and kissing you. “Morning my love.”

You felt your face go hot as the guys around you whistled, but the sudden commotion didn’t help as Levi entered the barracks to tell everyone to quiet down, and unfortunately spotted the two of you in bed together. It was very obvious that you had spent the night with Jean, a clear violation of the Survey Corp rules, and Levi was definitely not pleased.

You’re both punished with extra chores and running laps before dinner, not being allowed to eat until all 100 laps are done. Though being able to spend the night with your boyfriend and have the best sleep you’d had in a while was more than worth it. You were already planning your future trip to the men’s barracks to do it again, even if it meant running more laps and annoying Levi.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 7/27/2023

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omoriboii · 2 years ago

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gimme the circle snuuy lore 👁👁 /lh

AAAHWWAhh UuUUm Ok a Y...uhhh

god I have so many versions of this type of au/scenario lemme just- picck on e

(TW for ED's/Eating Disorders for anyone sensitive to those)

Soooo I always thought it would make a lot of sense, characterization wise, that Sunny would have some form of difficult relationship with food. One of the few times you see him actually 'eat something' it's in the scenario of him waking up suddenly at night, attempting to eat something and then shortly after puking. Those two actions alone immediately struck a chord. It either meant one of two things.

1: Sunny ate a steak that wasn't properly cooked WHyThe FUck Did YoU MicRoWave A SteaK and got food poisioning

orrr..

2: Sunny has some form of anorexia/bulimia, and when he finally went downstairs to eat, he only did it purely out of instinctual emergency. The bulimic route meaning he immediately felt guilty about eating, or felt disgusted doing it, and therefore threw up, or it was anorexia, and he'd been sleeping constantly as a way to avoid taking care of himself, including eating, and when he did finally eat he had absolutely no idea to pace himself.

Thinking about this, it made me wonder the probability of how things would shape up post-good ending. As one of the ways someone can express forms of depression, guilt, or self loathing is starving themselves. I feel like if things happened the way they did (he got hospitalized because of funny Bagel man) and he ended up minorly disabled, a lot more attention would be put into making sure he'd recover okay, since it's a very common issue for underweight fellows to struggle with recovery.

I think at first (if Sunny's mom did truly care for him) they would try to establish a better schedule for him, including regular meals and activities that wasn't ENTIRELY based on just sleeping 24/7 that would first help boost him from being an underweight twig to actually normal weight.

Though with most people who go through recovery of traumatic events, having a form of coping would be almost mandatory. I think in Sunny trying to correct his poor self-care habits he may end up overdoing it a bit, since he's seen to be one of the least physically active of the group, and often depriving himself of food (which it does genuinely seem like he has interest in food! Just look at all the food oriented things in his dreams) I feel like overeating for him would end up happening easily because he probably hadn't given himself the liberty to actually enjoy himself and do something that makes him feel happy.

He wouldn't feel like everything he did would be wrong because he hurt his sister.

In part of forgiving himself, he accidentally becomes big, probably gets invested in hobbies like drawing, or writing, and maybe violin again if he can will himself to do it again for his own sake. None of those hobbies would be very physically taxing anyways, and with everyone worrying about whether or not he's gonna become depressed/suicidal again, of course they're gonna offer him cookies and shit and be like (hey I know this thing makes you happy and I want you to be happy type of scenario.)

So when Sunny finally comes back to meet his friends again, they all realize that he's definitely changed as a person, but also that they now have the ultimate cuddle buddy if they ever decided to do sleepovers again.

I think chubby Sunny would both feel a lot more at peace with himself, and Mari, but also probably kinda pouty because damn, maintaining a normal frame isn't as easy as it was in his dreams- lmao.

ALSO ONE SIDE NOTE- (i know this is long im so sorry) but it's also a lot more probable for previous Anorexics/Bulimics to accidentally gain a lot more weight because when going through the process of starving your body's immune system drops which makes the probability of sickness and weight gain easier because your metabolism is much slower.

Hahahah round Snuuy stuck in bed sicc while doodling and eating soup dpfikoguydfihugofdliugfdnjligfdklgd

#omoasks #im so sorry for dumping #i just #this means a lot to me #sdfpoisdjfsdid #omori aus #omori #omori sunny

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junniieesbby · 9 months ago

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Angie! What are you doing? I don't know your time but it's night in mine, and I had dinner now (gotta go and walk to burp, too full) tell me whats your time and lemme know if you've eaten or not. you know I just wanted to talk but I don't know what to talk about. So I'm telling about my day today, I've exams so I've been bickering and studying with my siblings and also have been teaching them in between, I just went out to a temple and there was a 'Gou Shala' uhm, let me search it up in Google, Cow farm? Cattle? It's common for temples to have that in India. I've fed so many fruits and grass to calves you know?? And I saw some fine fruit trees as well Pomegranate, Bananas, Mangoes, Pupaya etc. That place was so calm and peaceful. I loved it. It was serene and simple, my perfect requirement. It would be so good to sit there and study, read or just lay down under the shadows of trees over there.. overall my favorite place to go everyday with my parents (Uh, my parents are overprotective and are not willing to lemme travel alone, they'll be buying me a scooter soon Yay) and what else? I don't know, but would you like tell me about your day?

Hey hey Noulli!!

It is currently 1:43 Am here!

You might be already asleep when you see this. I hope you had a good dinner!

I hope your exams go well for you and let me guess are your siblings younger than you? A cow farm that’s nice!! Awwww I’ve always wanted to feed animals food but I’ve never really had the opportunity. It must be so cute to do so! I want a pomegranate so bad omg that sounds delicious I need to go buy it for me! Your parents care for you and your well being and I’m glad to hear that they travel with you for your safety that’s very heart warming!

My day went a little like this lol! I woke up my mom told me I needed to go to the store and get somethings so I drove to the store bought what my mom needed I went mainly to get milk so she can make yogurt. After I got back I made me breakfast! Then I decided to bake so I made brownies and chocolate cake. And I’ve just been chilling at home I watched some tv with my siblings! And now I finally got my tags to work! So I posted my fics and I’m just in bed ready for sleep to kick in!

#late nights with angie 💫#angie’s inbox 📥#smutnoullitheorem ♡#noulli ♡

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everalii · 3 months ago

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The Downfall of the Quidditch Princess

Pairing: Everett Clopton x Imelda Reyes

Fluff and Rivals to Lovers. I don't know, there's something about this pairing <3 hope y'all like! I've wrote this in one sitting, I'm sleep deprived and in pain, please be kind to me. English is not my first language.

Warnings: light cursing. Use of MC, also neutral. No proofread, we die like Solomon.

I promised to @yimmy-poo and here it is! Enjoy, love <3

The sky was still dark when Everett woke up in the morning, indeed a very surprising feat, considering how late he went to bed the night prior. But, he had a very important task.

He got up and changed his clothes in haste, trying not to wake Andrew, who snored in peace, He ran outside the Ravenclaw common room, casting a desilusionment charm to avoid being caught by Merlin knows who. Everett did not want to face the Grey Lady or Peeves so early in the morning.

The boy reached his destiny with ease, and met with Garreth just outside the Slytherin bathrooms.

-Oi, did you brought what I told you? - he asked silently.

-G'morning for you too, sweetpea. - Garreth joked, earning a frown from the Ravenclaw. - I did. You sure she'll come this early?

-Positive. Lemme do it.

Garreth dropped a suspicious vial containing a very weird looking liquid, it's colour changing from pink to magenta to bright purple, in Everett's hands. The duo entered the girls bathroom and installed the vial inside bathtubs faucet. A single motion with his wand and Everett couldn't see the small bottle anymore as it merged with the coppery material of the faucet. He shared a laugh with the Gryffindor.

-MC said this is the only tub Imelda bathes in. She'll know we did, and she'll come raging at us. - Everett stated. Garreth agreed. - Can't wait for it.

-The downfall of the Quidditch Princess!

The boys sneaked outside to the Great Hall to, finally, enjoy their breakfast.

Imelda ran wrapped in her towel, grabbing another and covering her hair, as she screamed in horror and rage. It was ridiculous, she should hide before someone saw.

She took her bath in peace, not noticing the colour of the water, until she stood up. The Slytherin looked at her image in the mirror not believing: her fingernails were golden, her lips were blue and her hair... was now bright red with a few blueish streaks. She looked like the accidental child between a Gryffindor and Ravenclaw flag. Imelda knew this had Garreths finger, but the blue? She inspected the bathroom, finding a strange keychain lost next to the bathtub: a minuscule broom. A broom? Who'd be the brave Ravenc-

-Bloody Clopton, I'm going to murder your ass! - she shouted slamming her dorm door closed.

Properly in her quidditch gear, with a dark red lipstick covering the blue hue of her lips, Imelda rushed to the Flying fields. Her eyes looked as murderous as Harlows, when she spotted both Everett and Garreth laughing with Natsai and MC, her blood went cold in the veins.

Everett felt his body lost its composure and everything begun to roll very quickly around him, he saw Garreth floating desperatly by his side as well. Suddenly, a broom handle hit the back of his head really hard.

-What the fuck, you two?! Really? This is all you can think?! - she screamed gesturing her hair.

-Hey, Imelda Reyes dyed her hair red? She looks like Leander Prewett! - someone shouted from near the gardens.

-Imelda Prewett, that's so lovely! They'll make quite a couple, so weird it'll be cute! - another one jested.

Imelda felt the anger boil inside her, shaking her wand to make the Gryffindor turn upside down as he fell to the ground with a loud thud.

-Weasley is too idiot to do something on his own, I know this was you! Can't accept that I'm a better flyer than you, eh? Fine! I'll make you eat my broom's straw! - Imelda pointed her crooked wand to Everett and released him from his floating prison, mounted her a simple broom from the stacks, motioning him to do the same.

-What? Can't take a simple prank, quidditch princess? You're loosing your temper for so little. - he provoked winking at her, faking a smile while swallowing dry as he picked a broom. A faint blush crossed her sharp features. - You're paying attention to us, peasants, and being fair for once, so I think the prank had it's effects.

-Shush and fly! To Hogsmead Station Balloons and back, the first one to arrive will have to make a public statement that the other is the best flyer!

A crowd was gathered around them, MC counted from 10 to 0, and both adversaries flew with haste. Imelda truly flew faster for a while, a strong breeze kept her from first place for a few minutes. Everett got up high in the sky, pointing his broom downwards to earn speed.

The Slytherin was fuming with rage as she did the same, projecting her body foward for aerodynamics. She was the first again as they got close to Hogsmeade Station. Imelda turned to face Everett and another very agressive gust of wind, threw her body out, she lost control of her broom.

Everett forced his own broom and was now in first place again, when he noticed Imelda struggling to regain control. Her broom hit a tree, and she fell with a shriek. The boy, worried, turned to look out for her, finding Imelda crushed on the ground, the broom was now a pile of destroyed wood and straw.

-Are you hurt? - he asked dismounting. The answer was a loud grunt, a huff and a scowl, Everett inspected Imelda. - This looks broken as the broom.

-Feels broken, I must correct. - She sat, holding her arm, definetely broken in the middle. Everett took notes of the faint tears pooling in her eyes, she was probably in pain. - S-shite, how am I going to fly now? This is your fault!

-Mine? This is what you get for competing with an unknown broom! Fair, but not the best. You're annoying. - he stated. Imelda's face contorted in pain. - Let's get you to the infirmary, I'm not getting scolded for hurting a pure blood.

-Oh, now blood purity is your problem? Can't accept that a woman is better than you? - she scolded. Everett clearly didn't cared, he stod and picked her in his arms - What are you doing?! Are you mad? Put me down at this instant!

-Shush, for Merlin's sake.

The Ravenclaw Accio'd his broom, mounting it with Imelda in his arms. Despite her distrust in his abilities, he flew perfectly holding her, not faltering for a bit. They landed on the Clock Tower grounds, with many students observing.

Everett kept Imelda in his arms, walking to the tower. His face showed no emotions.

-Let me go, I can walk. - she demanded. Everett smirked, mimicking a no with his head. Imelda rolled her eyes and a blush tinted her cheeks. - Let me go, Everett!

-No, I'm taking the quidditch princess to her tower! - confusion clouded her expression - Agree now that I'm the best flyer, princess?

Imelda noticed the people around whispering about their situation, her situation. It was embarassing.

-So, you're doing this to humiliate me? I'd rather Sebastian as the best flyer than you. I hit a tree, that's not fair.

-Ah, this hurts my feelings, I'd never humiliate you. I'm just caring for you. - he winked and she blushed furiously.

They reached the infirmary, nurse Blainey questioned both for informations and stated that Imelda's arm was, indeed, broken, and the effects of the potion the boys pranked her was almost gone. She ought to stay for a night.

Imelda got the little broom keychain and handed to Everett. Her hair only had a faint red hue on the ends, her fingers weren't yellow anymore.

-You forgot this. - he looked thoroughly the object, biting his lip. - Don't ever pull a prank on me again, Clopton. And I'm never saying you're the best.

-Well, that's the only way a peasant can get your attention, so I can't promise I won't try again. - he laughed. Everett searched for the nurse, only to find a closed curtains behind him, he leaned to Imelda and whispered in her ear. - But you'll say I'm the best someday, I'll wait.

Imelda's face was covered in a violent blush, and she used the good arm to smack his shoulder. Everett barked a laugh. He was shoved out by the nurse a few minutes later, and returned to the Great Hall to find Garreth and Sebastian chatting loudly.

-Who won? - Sebastian asked.

-We both lost. - he answered blatantly. Sebastian and Garreth shared suspicious look, and laughed.

Everett was lost in his mind the entire day, looking at the keychain, wandering what his next prank on her will be. Maybe, this time he'll earn a kiss, who knows?

#hogwarts legacy #everett clopton #everett clopton fluff #imelda reyes #hl #everett x imelda #no proofreading we die like men #hogwarts legacy sfw

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xticklemeemox · 11 months ago

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The Love You Want: II: Part Two

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Tags: Self-harm, suicide, pining, vomit, religious themes, eye horror I guess?, if anything else, lemme know <3

I'm not terribly happy with it but i've been staring at it for far too long sooooo

After their talk of the bond, Vessel leaves II to shower and have some time to himself, and they don't see each other for the rest of the day. II assumes that they just haven't crossed paths, but it becomes clear when the next day is the same, and the day after that, that Vessel is avoiding him.

He can't stop the hurt at the realization, and goes to look for Vessel to ask why. To ask if he's done something to upset the other man. He isn't in his room, or the kitchen. Not the living room, or the practice room where II finally sees the drumset sitting in the corner. He doesn't stop to look at it, a little worried now as Vessel still hasn't shown up anywhere. There is nothing but calm over their bond, but that doesn't reassure II in the slightest, having seen Vessel's physical distress while the bond projected nothing but peace. The other man has clearly figured out how to hide his own emotions, and II starts looking a bit more frantically.

Its as II is looking around outside the manor that he feels it, the bond clicking off entirely. The emptiness swallows him whole.

Panicked, II calls out for Sleep's help as he goes back inside. "Sleep, where is he? Please, I- I can't leave him like this."

"The first is in no danger. He is in the bathroom, hiding, sick." The God replies in confusion, "Doing as he always does."

"What does that even mean?!" II replies, heading for the restroom that is in the back of the house.

He hears a single sob, and he would feel more embarrassed for the frantic knocking on the bathroom door if he hadn't heard the choked retching that followed.

"Vessel, are you alright in there? I- I felt you shut off the bond and got worried."

Worried does not begin to cover it. Such a simple word could never describe the agony of Vessel's presence just- disappearing. But II told him he could turn the bond off whenever he wished, and he isn't going to go back on that now, even when he still isn't sure that Vessel is even al-

"I'm okay."

It's small, and shaky, but Vessel's voice floods II with relief, just knowing he really was in that bathroom.

"I know you're not. Vessel, please, don't lie to me. Let me help you."

"No! You- You can't see me like this. You'll hate me, I'm already ugly, please- Please, II, just go away!" He begs, and II's heart shatters at his feet at the fear, the desperation in the other man's voice.

"I would never think you ugly, and I'm not leaving you Vessel. I'll stay here until you come out yourself." II turns to sit against the door of the bathroom, resolved to sit and wait as long as he needs to.

He refuses to leave Vessel to wither away in his sadness alone. Try as he might to omit it from the bond now, II felt it clear as day and he is never going to leave Vessel to deal with such misery alone if he can help it.

II sits there for hours, mask pulled up to expose his mouth, tapping out a beat on his thighs while he waits. Vessel had gone silent, but every once in a while, II is able to feel his presence move closer, then, once realizing II was still there, move away, the bond unable to hide that from him, at least. At some point, II begins talking about the music he enjoys, R&B and Pop, then explains in further detail how he got Elvira and all the ways she's gotten herself into trouble over the years. The cat herself comes and go's as she pleases, never staying for long.

Vessel never says anything, never makes a sound except for the disgusting noise of vomiting into the toilet. At one point, II is sure he heard the other man crying but its so faint, II isn't sure he heard right. Sleep leaves them alone, and II doesn't bother the God. They clearly thought nothing was wrong.

"Vessel, please let me in." II tries again, "Nothing I see will make me hate you. I could never hate you. I promise, please, I just want to help. I don't want you to shut me out."

There is no answer for awhile, and II is sure he will have to continue to sit and wait. Then, the vines on the walls quiver, and II hears a click. The lock has been turned. Standing quickly, he tries the doorknob and it turns in his hand easily. Breathing a sigh of relief, II opens the door and if his heart hadn't already shattered at his feet, it would've at the sight before him.

Vessel is kneeled over the toilet, black sludge dripping from his lips and splattered in the bowl. His mask is lain at his feet, face on full display, but it looks... different. It is white, line the other one, and yet the design is different. Where once there were two eye holes, now six sit, more slitted than the other mask and painted over by Sleep's sigil in a blood red. His hoodie is nowhere to be seen, only a simple black t-shirt and jeans.

There's blood everywhere, smeared over his mouth and along his cheek, small puddles and droplets on the floor, and a knife on the counter. Golden tears drip down his face from three pairs of eyes, all of them scrunched in pain. Two of them, the middle and bottom pair that sit below his usual set, smaller with each pair, bleed black like blood that mixes with the gold. The edges of those two pairs are red and irritated, any bloodshot veins invisible due to the black sclera. His arms are bleeding, just barely noticeable on the black of his arms that goes up past his elbow where tendrils of ink disappear into the sleeve of his t-shirt.

Eyebrows furrowed, Vessel's entire face is creased in pain, in terror. Vessel has heavy eyebags and dark circles, and the saddest eyes II has ever seen. There is no life in them, no spark, an empty void. There is no will to live.

When II sees him, the bond opens like a floodgate and the shorter man is struck with the sheer intensity of the emotions on Vessel's face, but also his self-loathing, his sadness. II moves quickly, too quickly by the harsh jerk back Vessel does to get away, the fear heightening along with the strangeness of expectation. Expectation for what, II is scared to know so he stops moving entirely. He focuses instead on keeping his end of the bond as calm as possible, trying not to overwhelm Vessel.

Vessel can't meet his eyes, though its clear he's trying to force himself to, and II is quick to reassure him its not necessary. II pulls up his mask to bare his lips and lower jaw, tries to keep a smile on his face, to reassure the other man, but it threatens to slip with every tear that falls from Vessel's eyes, every fearful glance at II's hands. Its breaking II's heart to see him like this. There is also anger, a small thing that II can't allow to grow right now for fear of Vessel thinking it was directed at him. If II ever meets whoever did this to Vessel he'd kill them. He swears it. Swears it on his soul itself, with the wrath of this life and every one after.

II hasn't known Vessel long, but II knows, without a shadow of a doubt that he deserved the world, that he didn't deserve whatever abuse made him this way.

He didn't deserve to feel so lowly about himself he actively cuts into his own arms.

"I'm sorry." Its strange to hear Vessel's voice without the barrier of the mask that muffled it a bit.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Ves, its okay. Its okay." Reaching forward, slower now and giving Vessel ample time to pull away, II takes one hand in his as Vessel lurches forward to puke into the toilet again.

His dark hair falls over his face, and II shuffles as close as he dares, using his available hand to pull it away and hold the soft, messy strands at Vessel's nape gently.

When that wave of vomiting is over, II asks in as gentle of a tone as he can, "Can I clean up your arms? You're still bleeding."

Vessel doesn't want to admit that he wants it to hurt longer, that he feels he deserves the pain. He used a power that wasn't his to use, and now he has two more pairs of fucking eyes. If Vessel wasn't ugly before, he certainly is now. He deserves the hurt, the pain, every moment of it. He would rather pull his own teeth out than admit any of this to II, who's had unshed tears in his eyes ever since he first laid eyes on Vessel's pathetic form.

He nods, and hopes the cleanup hurts. Can't wait for II to leave him alone so he can add more.

II gets out the medkit and silently laments having to use it so soon. It was only for emergencies, but II has the worst feeling that its something they'll need to stock up regularly.

He knows the antiseptic stings, and II can't stop the tears that shed as Vessel doesn't wince, doesn't make a sound, can't stop them when he feels so many more cuts than he saw before, not to mention the multitude of scars that are a darker shade of grey that he can barely see. II knows that if he hadn't gotten this close of a look, it would have taken ages to see, to notice, and it hurts that without this bond, he might never have known about the self-harm at all.

'Thank you, Sleep. I- I know I've only just met him, barely spent much time with him, but- Vessel- this bond, I can help him now, if he'll continue to let me. Thank you.' II directs his thoughts to Sleep's presence, hoping the God can hear him.

The answering brush against his mind, returned gratitude sent down the bond he shares with the God by simply being a vessel, tells him more than any words. Sleep did this on purpose, this bond between he and Vessel, bringing them together.

II wraps gauze around Vessel's arms, thankful that it wasn't his entire forearm this time, unlike where his scars tell him he's cut before. "Let's get you into bed. It's my turn to take care of you."

"No, no- you've done enough, please, I'm fine. I can make it back to my room on my own. I can take care of myself, II." Vessel tries to be stern, but he's still crying, voice broken and hoarse.

He stands, the bond slamming shut, feeling like its crashed down on II's beating heart instead of simply locking away Vessel's emotions, and II follows, trying to reason with him and keep his frustration well away from the bond. "Vessel, you're sick, let me help you."

Arms held out to catch him if he starts to fall, II follows behind Vessel as the other man stumbles out of the bathroom. He bumps into the wall, then the first step of the staircase after feeling his way to the steps with the banister pillars.

"I don't need help, I'm fine, II. I know how to take care of myself, I swear." Vessel stumbles, one hand on the rail and the other trying to shield his eyes. He misses a step and II winces at the sound of his knee crashing into the hard wood. Vessel doesn't stop, feeling his way up the steps now, the vines along the walls, baseboards, and banister reaching out and brushing his hands as he goes. His tears are leaving splotches of gold on his shirt and the steps.

II has had just about enough of this, trying his hardest to keep his voice level, to not raise it in his frustration, "You shouldn't have to take care of yourself all of the time, even if you know how! I want you to rely on me, I want to be someone you can trust."

It starts as a buzz of pain over the bond. As Vessel gets more upset, it heightens, the door of his mind creaking open with every passing moment, leaving more and more of his emotions bared for II again. Vessel wants to lay down and never wake up. Anything to get away from this.

"It's not that easy." Vessel moans, nearly to the top of the stairs now.

When II moves to help him stand, he jerks back as though burned and II frowns, devastated at this entire situation, "Why isn't it? I want to help you Vessel, but I can't if you don't let me in."

Vessel sobs, stopping just in the upstairs sitting room, pillowing his head on his arms. He doesn't know how to let II in, is scared to try, to want to try. Vessel has never been cared for, he doesn't know how to let himself be cared for. Ever since II got here, everything Vessel knew about himself and how he expected to be treated has been upended.

'My vessel, you asked to be loved.'

'What does that have to do with anything!?' He cries, frustration like a hurricane inside him, trying so, so hard not to crush into sand at the force.

II crouches beside him, gentle hands lifting him up though Vessel doesn't make it easy, dead weight dragging him down, but II is strong, almost- almost too strong to be normal.

'Let him love you.'

'He doesn't even know me! Once he sees- sees how broken I am he will leave.'

'My vessel, has he left yet?'

'No.' Vessel's voice is small as II leads them down the hallway to Vessel's room, holding most of his weight as Vessel sobs silently, his head aching like a battering ram was slamming against it. 'He saw my cuts- my new eyes. He- II saw me, behind my mask.'

'He did not leave you, and he won't. You have to trust him.'

'I trusted my parents to take care of me, my God. They did not. I trusted who I thought were friends, and they only cared about what I could do for them. I trusted each and every one of my partners and they all broke me into fractions that can never be repaired.'

'Do you think I would have chosen a vessel that would treat you wrong? You are my First, my dearest Vessel. I do not understand your human emotions, and even less the pain the species on your planet feel, but I would never choose to bring another human who I thought would hurt you. Let the second in, my vessel, and if he breaks you like the other humans in your life, I will break him in return. There will be no coming back from the damage I will inflict.'

II helps Vessel lay down, going to grab a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. Vessel opens his eyes, squinting at the pain the action causes, at all the information overloading his brain. He can't see, can't process anything around him and his brain is melting- its going to melt right out of his ears-

Vessel's chest heaves and he chokes out a broken sob, suddenly so desperate not to be alone, but doesn't know how to ask. "II? I- I can't see you."

"What?" II is at his side in an instant, clothes tossed beside him on the bed.

With careful, slow movements, II takes his hands in his, "These eyes." Vessel sobs, "They're new. I- its like having triple vision- so much information, my brain, I can't think- it hurts. I can't see anything."

"It's alright Vessel, I'm sure its only temporary. Sleep wouldn't give you something you couldn't heal from. I'll be right back, I'm just going to get something to clean you up."

"Sleep didn't give me these. They said I gave them to myself." Vessel remarks quietly, wiping at his tears with the back of his hand.

It smears gold with the blood still on his face. All six eyes are closed now, Vessel giving up trying to see past the squinting, and golden tears clump his dark eyelashes together as they brush his cheeks. He truly is beautiful, II thinks. His voice, his visage, otherworldly almost, with the six eyes. He looks nothing less than a vessel for the divine, as tear stained, bandaged, and despaired as he is.

"They- You gave them to yourself?" II pauses at the door, not understanding, his confusion passing freely through the bond.

"Not on purpose. I- I used one of their powers that wasn't given to me at my creation, and apparently caused more of Sleep's essence to become entwined with mine, which led to more of their features." Vessel explains, a resigned expression on his face, but he doesn't regret it, not using his Gods power at least.

Not if it meant II was in far less pain.

II isn't sure what to say, so instead offers a reassuring smile and the sentiment that he'll be right back. He works quickly to grab cloths to wipe off Vessel's face, a plastic bag for him to puke in, and picks up his mask from the bathroom floor. It's heavy in his hands, but not from the weight. How much has Vessel hidden from him with this on? The man's face is an open book without it, though II can see he tries so hard to hide what he's feeling, but can't manage it like he can their bond.

II holds the mask to his chest carefully, like it will shatter if he even looks at it wrong. The surface is smooth and clean except for the designs, and II wonders if that is a testament to the sturdiness of the material or Vessel's care of it.

When he gets back to Vessel's room, the other man has sat up, shirt off and exposing his upper torso, and it seems he managed to get half into the pajama pants, though they sit barely above the knee and he looks as though he wants to collapse back onto the bed. There are tree-like markings, swirls and branches, like the ones on their arms, that reach over his shoulders and rest along his collarbones, with a few very small leaves, almost like the bough of a tree. Along his ribs, weaving between the bones, are branches that reach around from his back. A small sigil, like the one on the wall of the altar room and marks his mask, sits in the hollow of his neck, blood red like his eyes.

There are scars on both arms, but the ones on his thighs, and peeking over the waistband of his boxers are far more noticeable, thinner than the ones on his arms but stretching along the length of his hips. II tries not to stare, but he lets his sadness pass over the bond without restraint, painting a smile on his face.

"Do you need help getting dressed?"

Vessel's ears redden in embarrassment and the way his blush spreads over his cheeks and a little of his bottom pair of eyes is very cute. It's just- even as he blushes so prettily there's this air of hesitancy, of misery and shame. So much shame.

"Yes, please."

As II helps Vessel pull his pants over his hips, he tries his hardest not to let them brush against his scars. It does not reassure Vessel like he hopes. "I know they're disgusting..."

As close as he is to the other man, Vessel's whisper is heard clearly and II's heart has already been broken so many times today, but it can clearly be broken at least once more. He'll never be able to pick up the pieces at this rate.

"They're not ugly, Vessel. Your scars have never, and will never, disgust or even bother me in any way. They just- they make me sad, and I thought you might not want me to touch them is all."

Slipping the shirt over Vessel's head with a little difficulty, even as the other man tries to help, Vessel continues, sounding more and more upset again, "I don't understand why you are doing any of this, or why you never ask me to- to be quiet, to talk more, or demand I show my face. You're nothing like I expected. I don't understand you."

"I care about you, Vessel. It is that simple." II aims for soothing, but he knows that no matter how many times he says it, Vessel may never believe him.

"No one ever cared before you! I don't- II, I don't know how to handle you. You're so kind to me, I've never had anyone- please, tell me how to act. How do you want me? I can be silent, I- I can stay out of your way if you're in the room. You'll never even see me if that's what you want. I know how to be happy- or lifeless like a doll, if that's what you prefer. Just- please, I don't know what to do. You're always offering to help me with things or are so considerate of what I'm feeling, or might feel. I don't understand." Vessel cries and II wants to sob, to hold Vessel tightly in his arms and never let go.

Who destroyed this man so completely that he'd change his entire being just to please II?

"Can I hug you?" II asks, and is dejected when Vessel says no, so quickly II is almost shocked, but he accepts the answer and moves on, asking if he can hold his hands instead, to which Vessel nods.

"You don't need to change yourself for me. I want you exactly as you are, as yourself, no matter the circumstance."

"No one's ever wanted just me." Vessel whimpers, tightening his hold on II's hands. "I was never enough, I had to be exactly what they wanted for them to stay."

"Well, they were idiots who deserve to rot for the rest of eternity. You deserve to be yourself, to be loved and cared for as you are." II replies firmly, voice leaving no room for question, brows slightly furrowed under the mask.

It startles a laugh out of Vessel, a quiet huff of air and a small quirk of the lips that leaves II reeling at the majesty of such a small action. In a desperate bid to keep some control, II ignores how his admiration flows over the bond and causes Vessel's cheeks and ears to tinge red again, "You mind if I clean you up?"

The blushes on their faces deepen further, but Vessel seems to be thinking something over before finally coming to a decision and nods. II refuses to give thought to the way he misses Vessel's hand in his own as he pulls one away to work. The blood and tears come off with only a little, light scrubbing with a damp cloth. Vessel is unnaturally warm under his hands, which is unusual since II remembers he is usually quite cool to the touch. He is shivering as II hands him his mask. As it is handed over, it flickers, going translucent and back to solid repeatedly. Placing it on his face, the mask settles on a form that bares his mouth. Vessel cannot see it, but can feel the difference.

"Why did-" II starts, but stops as Vessel shakes his head slightly.

"Sleep told me it could do this, though this version of my mask is unfamiliar to me. I just- was too afraid to show you any part of me longer than a glance. I... I am still afraid." Vessel admits, keeping his eyes low.

Despite the words saddening II, it also gives him a little hope. Already, Vessel has opened up more to him. He supposes seeing someone at their worst means there is little reason to hide all the time.

II hums, helping Vessel lay down. He collapses into the only pillow on the bed, weak. Its time to repay Vessel the favor of caring for him while sick, though II wishes the other man didn't have to deal with any of this at all.

He wonders if it is related to the new eyes, or something else entirely. Wonders what Vessel did to gain them.

"It is okay to be afraid. Everyone is afraid sometimes, has something they're afraid of."

"I'm afraid of so many things that I fear you will give up on me once you see how truly weak I am." Vessel admits quietly, squinting up at II through blurry eyes that shoot pain through his skull every few moments.

"I will never give up on you." II states firmly, "Whenever you're afraid, you can come to me. I'll be there for you, Vessel, no matter what."

"I fear being a burden, so deeply that I ache with it constantly." Vessel sounds as though he's speaking through gritted teeth, like the words were being forced out of him, and II knows it must be hard for him to open up like this, but he appreciates it.

"Will you feel better if I burden you in return then?"

"You could never burde-"

"Let me finish, Ves." II admonishes gently, and is surprised that Vessel's answering flinch is small and not outright jerking away from II.

"I have nightmares of my death. It haunts me almost every night since I woke up from my transformation. When I wake, I can't stop shaking, can't stop crying until exhaustion kicks in. Can I come to you and keep you company whenever I have a nightmare?"

It's a lot to ask, II knows, when the other man is so adverse to touch that isn't holding hands, but II knows how to keep his hands to himself when it really matters. And he really does want comfort, desperately, when he wakes up and can still feel his lungs filling with blood, feel how it burns his throat and bubbles past his lips and can still remember the exact foggy blue of the sky above him as-

"II! II, its okay! Shit, I don't know how to comfort others..." There's a hand on his cheek, wiping away the tears under his eyes and seeping into his mask with gentle claws.

A soft, raspy humming fills the room as Vessel struggles to calm down the second vessel through a throat thick with tar.

II comes back to himself, leaning imperceptibly into the cool skin of Vessel's hands, though the other man still sweats and shakes with a fever.

"I'm sorry." II apologizes, feeling bad for getting lost in his own head when Vessel is suffering right now.

"If..." Vessel hesitates before steeling his resolve, even as his fingers tremble where it still rests on II's cheek, "If I cannot apologize for- for my reactions to things, then you cannot apologize for yours either."

II chuckles, leaning into Vessel's hand just a little bit more. "I suppose we'll work on our communication then."

"Your communication skills are- far, far above my own." Vessel says, and II lets his gaze linger on the other man's lips as he smiles.

The angel bites add to the pretty curve of Vessel's lips, and II forces himself to look away, lest his gaze lingers too long on his first real, non-delirious look at Vessel's smile, tired as it is. "I'll leave you to get some rest." II says, finally, after a few silent moments of just... existing with the other man.

II very carefully removes Vessel's hand from his cheek, bringing it up to his mouth in a not-quite kiss then places it gently down on the bed. As he goes to leave, that same hand blindly waves around trying to find any part of II he can grab.

"Can- can you stay here tonight?" Vessel's voice is small, hesitant, expecting outright rejection, "Y-you don't have to!"

His bond radiates hope, and who is II to kill it?

"I'd like that actually." II admits, "It hasn't been fun waking up alone with the taste of iron in my mouth and the phantom sensation of struggling to breathe through blood-filled lungs."

Vessel frowns, wishing there was some way he could help. He wonders if his new ability to put people to sleep means he could also influence the dreams they have.

II goes to get his pillow and figure out where Elvira has made off to, promising Vessel that he would come back. Even with that promise, II tries not to stay away long. As sad as it is, it is also endearing at how hopefully eager Vessel looked when II said he would be back soon.

If by some miracle from their God, II ever comes across the people who did this to Vessel, he's going to curb-stomp their fucking faces in.

The thought of violence on Vessel's behalf causes a stream of encouragement from Sleep. II lets out a small laugh as he changes into pajamas quickly. He picks up Elvira and squishes his pillow and blanket into his other arm as he makes his way back to Vessel's room. At least he and Sleep are in agreement on that regard.

Vessel lays in the same spot II left him, one arm slung over his eyes while the other rests at his side where II set it down. "Are you alright?" II asks, quiet, so as to not startle the ailing man.

"Head hurts." Vessel mutters, not moving an inch.

After II sets his things down on the other side of the bed, he lays a hand on Vessel's cheek, feeling the heat radiating from his skin, frowning at the temperature. "I'll go get some medicine from the store tomorrow. Try- try to rest your eyes and mind as much as you can."

Nodding minutely, Vessel says nothing, mouth pulled into a grimace as tears leak down his cheeks where his arm doesn't cover all of his eyes. II climbs into bed, pulling the blanket over both of them and holding Vessel's hand tightly, rubbing soothing circles on the top. Isn't there anything II could do for him?

II eventually falls asleep after hours of laying awake, speaking quietly to Vessel about anything he could think of, explaining the intricacies of drumming and all the little things he personally implements into his playstyle. He struggles valiantly to keep his eyes open, and when Vessel's eyes could handle it, he would watch, endeared as II's pretty blues (so much brighter now that his sclera have turned black like Vessel's) would flutter, trying to stay awake. The bond between them remains filled with II's contentment and worry, leaving no room for doubt in Vessel's mind that the man wants to be here beside him, is worried for him.

Vessel doesn't deserve II, he knows he doesn't, but he wants him to stick around, to stay here, as a vessel, with him. He hates how quickly he is becoming attached, hopes he isn't driving II away by letting himself loosen his leash on his own self. Vessel was always too much and never enough. Always.

II wakes once during the night, nearing daybreak, and Vessel somehow knows its going to happen. He thrashes underneath the blanket, as though fighting off an invisible attacker. Vessel is as alert as he can be instantly, holding II's hand and speaking in a low, calming voice. The bond is ravaged with distress and fear, so much fear its choking Vessel's lungs with its potency, his own worry and distress skyrocketing. He immediately locks his own emotions behind the door of his mind tightly. The last thing II needs is Vessel's own emotions to overwhelm him.

"You're safe II. We're at the manor, in my room. Elvira is at the foot of the bed, staring in contempt at being woken up. The sun is going to rise soon." Vessel repeats in between gentle humming of a random tune for what feels like the longest two minutes he's ever experienced, no matter how his voice strains under his sore throat and his head screams at him to shut his eyes, though no light enters the room.

II shoots up, gasping as a sob rips out of his throat, free hand pressed firmly to his chest as though he was still bleeding out. "Vessel?" He asks quietly, crystal tears with flecks of gold trailing down his cheeks, blue eyes glimmering. "You're here?"

"I'm here. You're safe, II. I will never let anyone hurt you ever again." Vessel reaches up one hand to gently card his fingers through the sweaty mess of II's hair.

II holds Vessel's hand tightly, like a lifeline, broken sobs leaving his lips in loud gasps and cries. His touch is cold, but II couldn't ask for anything more. The simple action helps ground II, listening intently to Vessel's stumbling, soothing reassurances, focusing on calming his breathing. With their masks lain to the side, Vessel is easily able to wipe II's tears with a cold touch that sends shivers down II's spine.

"Thank you." II says finally, after an undetermined amount of time just sitting in each others presence as II calmed down.

Vessel smiles a small thing, a mere quirk of his lips, but his sincerity is felt in II's bones as he says a simple, "Anytime."

II smiles back tiredly, exhausted but almost unwilling to go back to sleep. II lays back down, so Vessel follows. The blanket is pulled over both of them, and for a time there is only the soft snoring of Elvira at their feet and Vessel's wheezing, labored breathing. They lay side by side, arms pressed against each other, and II turns his head to find Vessel already looking at him. Vessel blushes, a pretty pink overtaking his face, and looks away quickly. "Can I hold your hand?" II asks, and Vessel agrees after a moment of hesitation.

If II knew to pay attention, he would feel the lack of heartbeat. Yet, he did not know better, none of them will until the reality of just how far Vessel would go to be loved crashes down on them in the worst way imaginable. For now, Vessel will limit contact, no matter how he craves it, a hunger he can't control but one he knows to ignore. He has had years of practice in ignoring his longing for affection. How was he to know that II would crumble those walls with a glance and a pretty little single-dimpled smile. That others would come and worm their ways into his chest where his heart used to rest and make a home.

II's hand in warm in Vessel's own, wrists not quite pressed together. Vessel wishes he could touch more of II, even if it was through clothes. Maybe he'll take to wearing more long sleeves or his hoodie more often, just to be able to hold II a little closer like that again, if the other man allows it. It would help to hide the cuts and scars that would surely be added onto as soon as Vessel gets the chance.

"Can I lean my head on your shoulder?" II whispers in a breath Vessel barely heard.

Vessel's breath catches in his throat, and if his heart were in his chest it would be pounding like a jackhammer. As it is, the vines in the house shudder once, twice, for the seconds it takes for Vessel to answer with a breathy 'yes' barely louder than II's question, a rattling cough following the action as his lungs strain from that brief moment of less oxygen.

The careful weight of II's head against Vessel's clothed shoulder sends Vessel reeling at the intimacy of such a simple action, almost overwhelmed by the joy that stemmed from II's side of the bond. He knows that it is not much different from them already holding hands, but it feels like Vessel has just leaped off a cliff into frigid ocean waters. He can't remember when any of his partners would do something like this except in the beginnings of the relationship, let alone ask in the first place. Vessel was easy to take from, desperate for love and offering his heart up on a silver platter to anyone who showed him the smallest amount of care, and everyone in his life took and took until there was so little of him left but a broken shell of a man full of love that was never for himself. As it stands, offering his heart up this final time, to a God who offered him anything he desired in return, was the right thing to do if only just because Vessel has been gifted this moment.

"Is this okay?" II asks, keeping to their low volume, and sensing Vessel's unease, but also his elation.

"Yes, yes, its fine." Vessels breathes out, afraid anything louder will ruin the moment.

II falls asleep eventually, breaths evening out and face slackening into peace. Elvira has come to lay on Vessel's legs, a purring rumble filling the air as she kneeds his legs through the blanket.

Vessel is... calm. His mind still runs a mile a minute but he is so focused on the feeling of II so close, the warmth of his touch, that at some point, without his notice, Vessel is lulled into as close to sleep as he can get, listening intently to II's breathing.

The next day is much the same as the first, Vessel struggling to see through the pain in his head and the bleariness in his eyes, choking on black sludge that tastes worse than anything else he has ever eaten.

II, having stayed with him for most of the day after waking up, comes back after eating lunch to tell Vessel he was heading to the store for pain medication and some other things he hopes would help Vessel feel better.

"'M going." Vessel insists despite II's protests that he needs to stay and rest.

He crawls out of bed, blinking blearily and crumbles to the floor. Tears prick his eyes, but he refuses to let them fall. His head aches so terribly, but he has to go with II. He has to.

"Vessel, I really think its better if you stay." II attempts to persuade him, taking Vessel's bicep and elbow to help him stand.

"Don't wanna be 'lone." Vessel manages to get out, and II's gaze softens, eyes squinting up a bit, and he relents.

Grabbing the keys, II wraps a blanket around Vessel's shoulders and stuffs his pillow in his arms. Vessel clutches it to his chest, blinking blearily as II puts his mask on his face after adjusting his own so its sits properly. Vessel feels useless, but II won't even let him get a word of protest in, simply shushing him gently, as II helps him navigate the stairs.

Maybe he should have stayed at the house, Vessel thinks, as II manages to stop Vessel from tumbling down the staircase halfway down. He'd feel like less of a burden that way, surely. Already his anxiety is through the roof but he thinks if he tells II to go ahead without him, his anxiety will just build and build until he absolutely has to cut into himself to ease it. Vessel desperately doesn't want II to find him doing that again, as inevitable as he knows it is.

When II finally gets them outside, he sighs as quietly as he can manage, worried that Vessel's legs will give out before they can make it to the car. There is a push from Sleep to look around himself, so he does, and what he sees surprises him. There is a road leading into the forest, each side marked by a white ribbon tied to a low hanging branch of the trees beside it. II and Vessel make their way slowly down it, autumn leaves crunching underfoot. II keeps an eye on Vessel the whole way, admiring how the fractals of light from between the canopies above shine down upon the others unruly hair, creating patterns of yellow, gold, and orange.

Vessel is breathtaking, even sick and stumbling like a drunk man.

II finds that the road cuts the time it would usually take to get to the car in half, to only thirty minutes. A prayer is sent to Sleep in thanks, the God having already done so much more than asked. Vessel leans lightly against him, but every move to try and hold him better leads to Vessel pulling away.

Within minutes of reaching the rundown vehicle, Vessel is sitting curled up in the passenger seat, as much as a man of his size can, with a blanket spread over his lap, and mask held uncomfortably on his face as it is buried under his bedroom pillow to block out light. An unused plastic grocery bag sits at his feet in case he needs to throw up. II keeps one hand holding Vessel's as he drives, the only sound the hum of the car and the low thrum of whatever CD he has picked out. Vessel is thankful that his migraines are made worse by light, and not sound, as thankful as one can be out and about in full daylight. It is both hilarious and sad how far II has to adjust the seat forward so he can reach the pedals, and Vessel holds back a laugh at the sight.

When the car stops, II leaves the car running, the music playing. Promising to be back as quickly as he can, II locks the doors and heads inside the store with a heavy heart and moving like fire were at his heels.

Passing the home decor section, II has a sudden thought, uncaring of the stares he is getting for the mask. II has always brought attention on himself with his alternative clothing and piercings, getting stared at is nothing out of the ordinary, he remembers.

'Sleep, are we going to have issues with light forever? It hurts Vessel and I to be in direct sunlight, and especially right now, Vessel's eyes are extremely sensitive.'

It takes a moment for the God to respond, voice a little distant. 'Your eyes will adjust to the light soon enough, give it time. My first may always be sensitive, but it should lessen to merely being intensely bright lights, or sunlight for long periods that cause pain.' Sleep assures.

'Ah, I see. Thank you, Sleep.'

'Of course, my second.' Sleep responds fondly, voice already fading.

II grabs a couple of plain lamps, a few nightlights and a set of black-out curtains. As II makes his way to the pharmacy section, he passes a large box full of halloween items on clearance. II doesn't really remember what time of year it is, but it must be fate because at the very bottom, one of only two left, is a fluffy plague doctor plushie of a medium size. From its beak, a poppy peeks out, and in it's hands is a Victorian style lantern.

One quick glance and II wants to get it for Vessel. Admittedly, II isn't one for plushies, and he has no way of knowing if Vessel is either, but he wants to get it for him anyway. He wants to see the other man's reaction so badly his heart races in his chest.

II wonders if Vessel would mind if he got a radio and some other things for entertainment before going ahead and getting some things anyway. Vessel can't lay there sick and awake, without something to do.

Other than his find, II makes quick work of the store trip, eager to get back to Vessel. A sigh of relief falls from his lips as he opens the door and Vessel stirs, mask moving up to look in his direction and II holds out his gift with trembling fingers and a heart full of hope.

The uncertainty he stewed in gathering the rest of the items he needed was worth the way all six of Vessel's eyes lit up, a spark of life finally filling them for a moment as the man takes the plush with fingers that tremble just the same as II's.

Fleetingly, with a rueful smile, II wishes he could see his full face, but he supposes the way Vessel's smile was the biggest he'd ever seen would have to do.

"I can't wait to see this properly." Vessel says, looking between II and the plaguedoctor plush with the brightest eyes II has ever seen.

II's heart races, and little butterflies flutter in his stomach, but he smiles back just as wide. "Suppose you'll just have to get better quicker, then?"

Vessel huffs a laugh, bringing the plushie up to cover his mouth that the mask leaves bare, but his smile never falters from behind the plush material. He wishes he could see II's dimple, but the other man's mask is pulled down all the way to where it usually sits around his neck, eyes crinkled at the edges as II squints like he's the one who can't see properly. Its so fucking endearing and Vessel knows, without a shadow of a doubt that if his heart still beat in his chest, he would have offered it up to the other man right then. A prayer of thanks is sent to Sleep, and a subtle 'I told you so' was sent back, causing Vessel to smile wider.

"Mind if I do your hair?" II asks, waving a cluster of newly bought hair ties in hand, and Vessel nods, further surprised by all II is continuing to do for him.

He turns around as best as he can, long limbs making it difficult to move around, and lets II run his fingers through his hair to get it a little less knotted. The mess of hair, differing lengths in something resembling a grown out wolf cut, is soft under II's touch. "Can you move your mask from your face a little?" II requests, and Vessel aquiesces easily.

II's gentle hands pulls the few framing strands of hair from under the mask, pulling all of his hair back into a ponytail that keeps the hair away from his face. It'll make puking into that grocery bag much easier, Vessel realizes, running his fingers over the felt material of the plaguedoctor's lantern.

Vessel's voice is barely normal volume when he asks, feeling down the ponytail with nimble fingers, "You know how to do hair?"

II shrugs as he responds, "My mother-"

He pauses, frowning, eyebrows furrowed in thought as Vessel rights himself in the seat, plushie held securely in his lap. "My mothers," he corrects, "meant to teach me how. I- I just never made the time. I should've."

"You had people who cared for you before you joined Sleep?" Vessel asks, sad for the other man.

Vessel had no one, so he can't imagine how it must feel to have willingly left family behind.

"I think I did. I- I don't regret my choice to be here, I know I don't. I was meant for this, I can feel it in my bones, y'know?"

Vessel thinks back to how he had nothing, no one, was so alone and hated himself so utterly that he killed himself and only then was he brought to his God. Vessel really isn't sure he was meant for this, to be the vessel of a God alongside this man who is already beginning to mean more to Vessel than his heart can bare when he eventually leaves. He merely waits for the day Sleep realizes that these new vessels will spread their message far better than he ever could, and tosses him aside once he is of no use anymore. It always turns out that way.

Vessel smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, I know."

He doesn't.

Before II pulls out of the parking spot after putting it in reverse, he offers his hand to Vessel. Vessel clutches the plushie with one arm, taking II's hand with his and holding it reverently. He notices that he didn't even hesitate this time, and wonders when he got so soft, so pathetic and quick to break under his convictions. One of his previous partners would always slap his hand away when he wanted to hold theirs, so Vessel stopped trying. His third partner, who saved him from his previous, was- well, not so nice, but in a thankfully less physical way. II has yet to do anything like that, and its becoming apparent that if he did, Vessel would crumble away from the agony of the first person to act like they for care him finally realizing how undeserving of that care Vessel really is.

The drive back to the manor is uneventful, filled with whatever CD was playing in the radio while Vessel kept his head covered to block out the sun. II keeps a careful eye on the road, but also on Vessel. The other man is feeling a bit better today, it seems, though there is a twinge of pain from the bond that he keeps cracked open, but otherwise, II is happy to say Vessel seems as content as he can be, but II worries he is only projecting calm.

Pulling up to the road leading to the manor, II contemplates leaving the car where it usually sits, but decides against it. It fits through the small space easily, and II watches in the rear view mirror as the tree trunks on either side widen, branches reaching over and entwining, leaving no space for a vehicle to pass through. Eyes wide, he turns back to the road to be sure he doesn't crash the car, his surprise flitting over the bond.

"Y' 'kay?" Vessel mumbles, lightly squeezing II's hand to get his attention, drowsy but awake even now.

His mind begs for rest, but he knows he will not get it.

"The forest blocked off the road we're on at the invisible divide between the outside world and Sleep's mortal realm." II explains, and Vessel hums in response, satisfied with the answer.

"To keep people out." Vessel surmises, blinking blearily up at II whose eyes remain on the road, but Vessel appreciates the small squeeze of his hand that II does in acknowledgement that Vessel spoke.

After parking the car by the house, its a much easier affair getting Vessel into his room than it was before they left. Wrapped up in the blanket as he is, Vessel leans heavily onto II's side, the most contact they've had thus far despite the layers and layers of material between them. II's arm is wrapped around Vessel's shoulder, holding tightly to his bicep. His mask juts uncomfortably into II's shoulder where his head leans. II wouldn't ask him to lift his head for the world. To be allowed this much contact when it was clear Vessel shied away from anything more intimate than holding hands was a miracle II wasn't going to shun.

He worries that once Vessel is better, the other man will pull away. II knows its likely, and hates how quickly he realizes that he'll miss this.

Vessel clutches his plushie to his chest as he sits on his bed with both arms while II goes back and forth between the manor and the car. He sets up Vessel's blackout curtains and lamp. After plugging in the radio and setting it on the floor next to the lamp, he heads out to grab some of Vessel's cd's, making a note to buy some damn nightstands. When Vessel is better, they'll need to go back to the store.

So far, most of this being a Gods vessel thing has been grocery shopping and refurnishing the house. And lots of sickness.

As II comes back in for hopefully the final time, Vessel is watching him, mask off and all six eyes peeking over the hood of his plushie. The red of his irises stand out starkly against the black of his sclera, and as the other man blinks, they seem to glow in the low light. Already pieces of hair have slipped free from the ponytail II had pulled Vessel's hair into, little strands curling at the edges in wild waves that stick to his sweaty cheekbones and forehead, face flush from the fever. II wishes he had a phone, just so he could take a photo. Alas, his phone had been lost with his death. They should probably get some new ones. It's not like they're wanting for money.

Vessel raises an eyebrow at II's still form, locked in place in the doorframe, pretty blues simply staring him down. He wonders what it is II saw to make him freeze like that, pulling his plushie up further and hiding his face in its soft material.

"I noticed sound hurt less than light so I figured you'd enjoy some of your music since there isn't much else you can do right now?" II says, finally, moving further into the room as Elvira weaves between his feet, waving Vessel's CD case around in hand for emphasis.

Vessel says an agreement that ends up muffled by the plushie, but II understands anyway, bringing the CD case over so he can read through Vessel's collection aloud. Vessel listens intently to II, even after a CD is chosen and playing on the radio. II stays awake as long as he can, settling in beside Vessel at some point after having the sick man take some pain killers. II falls asleep turned on his side as Vessel is, facing each other, one hand in Vessel's and the other clutching the sleeve of his hoodie. Elvira curls up at the windowsill behind the curtains where a new pet bed sits.

During the night, II's eyebrows furrow and there is this growing feeling of hunger in Vessel's stomach, loud sounds emitting from his body that Vessel worries will wake II. Vessel senses something, though he isn't sure what, only that it is familiar. On instinct, Vessel reaches out with Sleep's power as it aches in his chest in time with Vessel's hunger.

In his sleep, II's hand has loosened its hold on Vessel's hoodie and Vessel is reaching out, laying a palm against II's temple as the other man sleeps. Before Vessel truly realizes what is going on, an inky swirling black mass filled with glimmering pieces of white, like stars, is encased in his palm, clawed fingers gripping it tightly as he pulls his hand from II's temple, more of the inky substance following the motion.

It gets lost in the darkness of his skin, but Vessel feels it in his palm, soft and wispy around the edges like a... dream.

II's eyebrows even out, face falling into a neutral expression. Vessel breathes a sigh of relief before his attention flits back to the thing in his hand. Without being fully aware of his actions, driven only by an instinct from within his soul, Vessel sits up enough to swallow the thing whole.

It slides down his throat smoothly, settling in his stomach with ease. His hunger abates, stomach satisfied for the first since he became a vessel, but his mind is in a frenzy of confusion and elation, buzzing throughout his body like a livewire.

He shuts his bond off, closing the door with a resounding mental click, II's emotions come through a little muffled afterwards but there isn't a lot of time to focus on that as-

There's yelling in his ears. Someone is demanding money, threats of violence and murder. He feels his own hand as it slams into a jaw, a resounding crack. A body slams into him, he falls, a fist against his cheek, his brow. The asphalt beneath him is cold and disgusting but the sky above is beautiful, an expanse of murky blue with stars peeking through. Feels the knife slide into his chest, once, twice, three times. Spit lands on his cheek after his clothing is rifled through.

"All that fight for twenty fucking dollars?" His attacker mutters, kicking his side as he makes to escape quickly.

It knocks the breath from his lungs. There is something in his throat, bubbling up past his lips. An uncontrollable cough splatters something wet on his face and clothes. He lays there for who knows how long, a grin pulling at his lips, a baring of teeth more than anything. He's dying, but he gave almost as much as he got. It gets cold, colder than the ground beneath him. He wants his cat, hopes his mom won't get rid of her cause she's allergic-

Vessel gasps, coming back to himself. A sob falls from parted lips, gasping breaths as he paws at his chest like the knife was still there, like the wounds still bleed.

This was how II died. Vessel feels it in his very soul.

Vessel's breaths come a little shorter, a little harder to intake, but he won't wake II, refuses to wake him when the other man doesn't stir once during the night, bond remaining a fuzzy sort of peaceful after Vessel ate whatever that was... He thinks it may have been II's nightmare.

It tasted... good. Vessel wants more. Longs for more even as his panic ravages his nervous system, body wracked with shaking as his mind runs wild, clawed fingers digging into his arms, careful not to ruin his favorite hoodie even now, even as tears slip down his cheeks and wet his hair, gold blurring his vision. He feels blood gather in the bandages where the wounds haven't healed all the way, but refuses to move, to do anything but stare up at the ceiling. He'll wait for this to pass, as he always does. When he's better, II will stop being so caring anyway. It's better this way.

When II wakes in the morning, he notices first Vessel's labored breathing and clammy skin. A smear of gold at the corner of one of his pairs of eyes, of it in his hair and by his pierced ears. His eyes are closed, but II knows he isn't asleep. That he cannot sleep, even if he wishes to. His eyes are creased in pain, scrunched so tightly they're thin lines on his face, mask lain off to the side, and his lips are pulled tight into a grimace.

II sits up and dabs at Vessel's sweaty forehead with a clean cloth he'd been setting aside for it, upset at the other being unable to sleep during any of this. Upset that Vessel didn't wake him up when it's clear he's been crying. II asks his God aloud if they could let Vessel sleep, even if only for a little while, but the reply causes bitter displeasure to well up within him.

"Vessel has tapped into a power not given to him, my second. He must suffer the consequences, awake, as is his Holy Duty."

Vessel sighs, resigned, already knowing this to be the case, and as used to pain as he is, it doesn't upset him much, easily accepting this answer. II, on the other hand, is not so accepting.

"Can this Holy Duty not wait until he is better?"

"My first did this for-"

'Do not tell him, my God. Please. He doesn't need to know. I am fine with staying awake for this. As you said, it is the consequence of my decision.'

"...Sleep, why did you stop speaking?"

"It is nothing you need concern yourself with, my second. The First will remain awake. He has already agreed to do so."

II turns sharply to stare Vessel down, not able to help the bite in his words, though he regrets it immediately, "Vessel! Why would you-? You don't have to punish yourself even further!"

Vessel cringes away, unable to meet II's eyes, clutching his plushie to his chest, trying to hide behind it. II apologizes for his tone and volume, but makes sure Vessel knows that he does not deserve to suffer. He knows it will take more than a few words in such a short amount of time, but II can only hope that he'll get through to Vessel eventually.

I do deserve it, Vessel thinks. I deserve every bit of this, and I'd do it a million times over if it meant I could still take away II's pain. To see him like that during his transformation... it was nothing short of torture. Vessel knows he shouldn't get attached so easily, but his mind and heart are not always in agreement.

Vessel continues with a fever that he cannot escape from, one that makes him relive memories with people whose faces he cannot see, cannot remember. He remembers the pain they caused, and while the faces and names are indecipherable, the memories, their actions remain in almost vivid detail. He shakes and shivers, but still won't let II any closer to try and keep him warm, never letting his stuffie go, so the shorter man resorts to piling blankets atop him and holding his available hand.

It takes two more days of a fever before it breaks in the afternoon, Vessel's wheezing coughs and aching lungs slowly going away as the days pass. Vessel goes to sit at the piano downstairs at random times of the day, and every time II looks for him, that is where he sits. A journal and pen sits in front of him as he taps out a slow tune on the worn keys, but there is a hint of a smile on his face. The plaguedoctor plush sits on top of the piano, watching over the man as he plays.

"We should probably get to figuring out songs for worship?" II asks, hating to disrupt the other man but knowing this was one of the reasons they were made vessels in the first place.

The smile falls from Vessel's face, but it returns quickly, a shadow of what it was.

Vessel assumed II was going to distance himself due to no longer needing to care for Vessel. He supposes performing one of the few duties their God required of them takes precedence over any annoyance II must feel at Vessel.

II frowns as Vessel presses a few more keys, a low, sad tune not unlike what he was playing before. The other man nods, agreeing, but won't turn to face him, deepening II's frown. II will admit readily that he's worried, but afraid Vessel will pull away entirely. He's given Vessel space, assuming he'd want it after being stuck around II si long while the shorter man took care of him. He wonders, now, if that was the right call.

Vessel gestures to the drumset and asks II quietly if he'd like to show him what he can do. So II does. Shows Vessel some of the songs he's written drums for, shows him covers he's learned and perfected or made him own.

Vessel looks... happy. Awed. To see II at work. Butterflies have made a permanent home in his stomach at the sight of Vessel looking- proud. Proud of II.

"You've clearly put a lot of effort into your instrument. I've never seen someone play the way you do. What are your influences again? Ah, pop, r&b, and gospel, right?" Vessel inquires, genuinely seeming interested.

II knows Vessel has listened to him talk about his drumming before, about his music taste and everything but II- II didn't realize that Vessel listened and remembered.

"Yeah. Metal too, which is mostly what I play. Any free time I had was spent learning the drums and analyzing my favorite drummers. I- I put a lot of time and effort into this." II replies, eyes wide, tapping out a quiet beat on the hi-hats.

"You're good, very good. I see you've worked for this level of skill. I'm not adept with the drums but even I can see that." Vessel affirms, smiling wide as he fixes his position at the piano from where he's turned to watch II play.

"You think you could come up with something for this song?" Vessel asks, beginning to play a soft tune.

II cannot do anything but stare, utterly captivated, as Vessel, masked, takes one last nervous glance at II, a deep, steadying breath, then begins to sing.

"Fold, secrets in the sweat, Like I, Swallow years beneath this bed. Until I wake I, dine on old encounters~" Vessel continues off into a lower register, vocals getting more powerful and already II can imagine what he'd do with him drumkit to follow along with the others man's voice.

It's over long before II wishes it was, and Vessel glances back at him shyly, explaining it was only a small section that he'd completed. It was the first time II had ever heard the other man sing fully before, only soft hums and quiet, almost whispers of lyrics when he was working in his notebook. His control and range was phenomenal, each word deliberately pronounced in a specific way that struck II as odd, but- but entrancing.

"Your voice is beautiful. It must have taken you ages to get that kind of control over it." Vessel blushes at II's compliment, the tips of his pointed ears turning rosy alongside the tint to his cheeks.

"It's not that great. I have a lot to improve on." II frowns slightly at Vessel clearly trying to deflect the compliments but leaves it be.

Something to be worked on, it seems, not that II minds. He'll gladly sing his praises over Vessel's vocal ability until the man finally understands that II truly thinks he's talented.

II thinks back to the song Vessel sung and begins to play what comes to mind. The first few beats don't sound quite right so he tries them a little differently the second go around, and finds it fits much better than before. When II has a good rhythm going, Vessel begins to sing again, those same lines from before.

Sleep's presence becomes more pronounced, their blood singing in tune with the God. Their skin begins to change, both of them, the darkness of their arms spreading up and covering their entire bodies. II's eyes glow bright blue when Vessel glances at him, and knows his must be glowing a bloody red.

II has worked with others in the past, he knows he has, remembers some not so great moments and people, but this sense of rightness, this euphoria when he plays music with Vessel is unlike anything he's ever experienced before. He knows it in his bone marrow, rushing through every vein.

They were meant for this.

It is not easy, despite their skill. They get stuck on certain parts of songs, respectively, give each other space when they need it and ideas or someone to bounce ideas off of when things get overwhelming. It is not easy, when Vessel's lyrics touch his soul so deeply he breaks down into sobs writing them, singing them. Such agony cracks his voice, baring his pain for the world to witness. It breaks II's heart to see him like this, but it is also relieving. Bringing all this pain back to the surface is not without its benefits. Inch by inch, so miniscule you'd barely notice at all if not for the bond connecting their souls, II can feel some of Vessel's pain slipping away the more of his soul he bares in their music. II likes to think that putting it out in the world and unlocking it from his heart is therapeutic, in some way. He has to believe it, because II wants Vessel to heal, he wants him happy, and playing music is one of the only times a true smile lights up Vessel's face, as anguished as he is, dripping tears onto his jeans.

There is peace to be found in the quieter moments, the days passing by but not without hardship. Vessel struggles with his mental health, with the effects of their God not letting his human mind rest, but he has II even as Vessel keeps him at as much of a distance as his heart will allow.

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