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Chapter 266

Alex

I bite the cucumber making a face at it. Eww. Why do I want this shit? Why the he'll does it taste good? I dip it in the honey mustard sauce and sigh. So fucking nasty.

"Hello?" I say with an attitude.

"You so damn nasty. Chew your food first." Cammie snaps. "Rollie... hold on."

I eat the cucumber feeling so satisfied. Maybe it's because it looks like a dick. I stare at it then bite a big chuck of it.

"Hello."

"Yes." Hydia says.

"Alex?"

I answer in the middle of chewing. "What?"

She sucks her teeth. "What are you eating so rudely?"

"A damn cucumber. I hate cucumbers."

"Okay." Cammie says. "Leah having a baby shower next week in Atlanta. Think you can make it? Both of yall."

I shrug. "A fat bitch like eating."

Hydia chuckles. "Okay, stupid ass. I can make it too."

"Hydia is Ike talking still?"

"Ike can fucking talk?" I snap. "What if my baby comes out slow? Oh gosh. Let me pray."

One of them suck their teeth. "My fucking son isn't slow."

"Of course he not." Canmie retorts.

I roll my eyes. "I was just... ignore me. Continue. Is he still talking was the question."

"Yes please ignore that rude bitch." Cammie says.

"He did a few times. He started to argue with me when I was telling him not to open the divorce papers."

I put my cucumber down. "Divorce papers? You not a damn lawyer. Why you got those?"

"Cause she was about to turn them into her lawyer but I told her I got a better lawyer who will get those military benefits for sure." Cammie says.

I get mad. "You fucking encouraging a gotdamn divorce? Fuck no."

"He can't fucking be out there getting chlamydia from dirty ass stripper bitches and whoever the fuck else he fucking. That's too fucking much. Too fucking far." Hydia says.

"So you wanna be fucking single? What the hell for? Ain't nobody taking care of a child alone. What the hell Cammie? Did your fucking husband not cheat on you?"

Cammie sighs. "Any fucking way."

"No. Cause what the fuck."

"Nobody even getting a divorce. Shut the hell up and listen."

"I am listening. Pregnant or not I can fucking hear."

"Pregnant or not you talk too damn much."

Hydila sucks her teeth. "I put my Airpods in my ear. I'm going in the house so yeah. Imma just listen."

I call Jamal on my work phone. "Where the fuck you at?"

"Okay. I apologize." He says away from the phone. "Excuse me. Oh no. One minute."

"This man is sitting on the floor crying." Hydia says.

I look at the phone. "Who? Your son?"

"No the father."

"Crying?" Cammie snaps. "What the fuck wrong with him?"

Hydia sucks her teeth. "I don't know."

I roll my eyes then hang up on Jamaal I wasn't even paying attention to what he was saying. My mind is one tracked right now. This fucking cucumber. I bit it then roll my eyes at it. I've been pregnant for about 3 months. 10 weeks pregnant. What the hell?

"Bitch you got a damn mute ass son who wants to talk now and you bout to put him through a divorce? That's fucking insane. One damn thing my parents got right is getting married and staying married. Fuck the world. Them bitches ain't shit to that man."

Cammie sucks her teeth. "She is not divorcing him! Damn. It was a fucking joke."

"You said he was mad about the paperwork. I heard that."

"Oh no." Cammie laughs. "I mean the only joke was me hiring a lawyer for her. I was being funny cause that's what she said I should have said to her. And my husband hasn't physically cheated... I don't have proof of it. Anyway whatever. Hydia go see what's wrong with your husband."

"Whatever." I say.

Hydila sighs. "I guess."

Cammie chuckles. "If anything remember to show him those damn papers and fucking pictures."

"What pictures?"

"The private investigator I hired took pictures of him and some fucking stripper who gave him chlamydia. She admitted the shit like whatever."

"Too much." I say wanting to cry. "Marriage not about any of that."

Hydia makes a lot of noise. "Don't even. I'll let yall know."

"I promise it's worth staying. Tell him what you know and demand that he kiss your ass or you leaving. It's not just his fault cause you gave up too."

"Yeah."

"This cucumber is about to make me cum I swear." I say.

"This bitch fucking a cucumber." Cammie snaps like I'm simple enough to fucking do it.

Hydia laughs really hard. "Oh please."

"I'm eating it." I bark.

"Kinky pregnant mind." Cammie says.

Hydia laughs some more. I roll my eyes and hang up. I look at my office door. Jamaal walks into it slowly staring at me.

"Why aren't you answering? Why the fuck you hung up like that? I thought something was wrong with you. Is something wrong with you?"

I shrug. "I didn't want to talk to you anymore."

"You could have fucking said that." He spats.

"Oh." I say surprised. "Excuse me."

He takes his phone out of his pocket. "Yeah its fine. Yeah. Aight. Tomorrow is fine. Thanks."

"Why are you all shitty acting? Leave."

"Are you eating a cucumber?"

I drop it into the container. "Maybe it's a dick I really want."

"What?"

I answer my phone. "Robeson speaking."

"This is Micheal Paul. I'm returning your call about that contract."

"You signing it or wasting my time?"

He chuckles a bit. "I'm trying to tell my manager about it but I don't remember the shit so yeah."

I sigh. "So yeah you wasting my time. Got it. Wait on the phone for my assistant." I hang up the phone on him.

"Did..." Jamaal walks over towards the phone. "Who did you hang up on?"

"He not serious about a damn contract. Michael something."

Jamaal gets in my face. "I left my meeting with Bryant Knightley to see what's wrong with your ass. You need to get your shit together."

"I will after I have this baby."

"We can't afford that. Get your shit together."

I touch his cheek. "You smell good."

He smiles. "Thanks."

"Maybe we can do a personal date or something."

"You can sleep over to my house and we do breakfast in the morning."

"My house is better." I say touching his chest.

He looks down. "I redecorated my place. You will like it."

I shrug. "I don't know. I doubt it is impressive."

"Try it."

"Eat this cucumber so you smell like it."

He looks into my eyes then laughs as he stands up. "I heard of freaky pregnant women but what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Maybe if we work together things won't be shit."

He bites the cucumber and shrug. "No. In a few months people will automatically know you pregnant and excuse your extra bitchiness."

I stand up and kiss him. He did smell like a cucumber and whatever delicious cologne he had on. He chuckles a bit eating the cucumber. I walk away from him smiling. Jamaal is fucking hopeless. I rub my stomach looking in the mirror.

"You haven't proposed to me yet." I say turning to him.

He opens my desk drawer pulling out a velvet box. He unlocks it, turns it to me, then opens it. I stare at him. He so fucking hopeless. What has this been the entire time? A fucking trap maybe? I put my hands on my hips.

"Your infatuation with me is actually kinda touching." I say.

"Infatuation? Naw."

I roll my eyes. "Right your obsession with your mother who is me."

He makes the box open out displaying more ring choices. "Want me to get on my knee?"

"Do it." I nod. "Schedule a dinner with my parents. A nice one. I might be showing next week."

"Please."

I dismiss that. "Have you told that cute faced little me yet?"

"She will tell my parents first chance she gets."

"When will they find out?"

He shrugs. "Don't know."

"It's strange... Jamaal if you cheat on me without permission anytime during your life I will have you anally raped by a small midget with a big dick."

"Permission?"

"Little person with a big dick." I nod.

He sits down at my desk. "Don't hold back the good gossip."

I roll my eyes walking to the desk. "Same old bitch."

"Me? Yeah." He says eating the nasty cucumber.

"Mhm." I say looking at the beautiful rings.

Marco

"Why is my baby sleeping on the floor?" Hydia asks picking him up off the floor.

He jumps out his sleep looking at her. He starts crying then looks back at me. Hydia puts him on the chair and kisses his forehead. He watches me drifting off to sleep like her kisses are hypnotizing.

"You can't talk?" She snaps turning around.

"You ain't ask a question that needs an answer."

She rolls her eyes. "Hello? I didn't know who you was. I got headphones in." She laughs. "I don't know. Airpods. Whatever. I'll call you later. I will. Bye."

I erase my phone completely. I never sent any of my shit to the cloud. Text messages and all that shit always got deleted daily. Hydia grabs the folder that the divorce papers were in. I sigh as she takes them into the kitchen. I don't know what to say to her. I'm sorry. I'm a sorry fucking asshole. This the first time I seen her in a week. No Hello or nothing. My mind jumps to her phone call just now. Who the fuck was she talking to? They wanted a special greeting? Short conversation. Promise to call later.

"Why are you crying?" She spats. Very cold for her usually bubbly personality.

"Ike talked to me."

She smiles suddenly. "We are moving to California for a few months. I want him to be close to Lane. He really connects with him and they get each other. I don't know but in the last month he has spoken out loud more than... well he never talked."

"We can't afford California." I snap.

"I'm not asking you to afford nothing." She says with one hand on her hip. "I have more than enough to do it on my own."

A blanket of anger comes over me making me stand up. "Sounds like you planned to fucking leave me."

She shrugs like so. "I did."

"Wha?" I say knocked down by her words and attitude.

"You need to get tested."

"Tested?" I throw my hands up. "What the fuck for?"

She sucks her teeth turning her lips up. "I don't know if I want to do this."

I narrow my eyes at her. "Do what man?"

"You not even in this marriage. We can just continue like so. Ike needs you around. He seems to be okay with how much he sees you. So just continue like that. I don't want to do this. Try." She chuckles then shake her head. "Those therapist were wrong about him. He wanted a real friend. Not one that we picked out. I don't blame him. Real is better. True bonds feel better."

"You not in this fucking marriage either. Don't try that shit."

She crosses her arms. "I'm supposed to figure out my own faults and point them out to myself? I'm supposed to fix me and you in this? That's a gotdamn question that needs an answer."

"I don't want to argue with you."

"Right. That's what you always say." She walks away. "We having meatball subs for dinner."

I put my hand on my forehead pulling my skin back trying to relieve the pressure. My head is killing me all of a sudden. What was I thinking? I get rid of my outside shit and it's happily ever after? I don't know how to fix my marriage. I didn't when I stepped outside of it and I don't now. All of my friends are single or divorced military idiots who egged on cheating and said fuck her. I could afford California. I walk into the kitchen. She is washing dishes. I lean on the counter next to her. I try to suppress my overwhelming emotion.

"The first sentence my son said to me is Mommy getting a divorce. Not what's up Dad or fuck you nigga."

She just keeps washing the dishes. I shake my head. I look at her phone and notice that she was talking to someone. That fucking pisses me off. I knock it over into the sink of running water. She gasps and reaches into the sink to grab it. It's just running water. They waterproof.

"You asshole." She snaps walking away.

"Mommi." I say grabbing her arm. "Siento."

She pulls away from me. "Get off me."

"Siento, si?"

"Marco." She turns to push me.

I step into her grabbing her waist and pulling her to me so she couldn't push me.

"Okay. Bye." She says crying.

"I apologize."

She tries to get away from me. "I heard you the first time."

"But you not hearing me. You not saying shit."

"Because I don't want to go through this with you." She snaps.

I try to kiss her. She slaps the shit out of me like I'm a fucking stranger at a bar. I let her go livid. What the fuck was the point of that? She tries to walk away again. I follow behind her stopping her from slamming the door in my face.

"I've been erasing your shit for years. I'm fucking tired of it. I'm tired of arguing with you over the wrong shit."

"Lets argue about the right shit." I push the door open.

She rolls her eyes. "I no longer have the energy."

"This shit is depressing. I hate coming home. Coming home to go to fucking appointments cause my child broke. My wife occupied by anything else besides me. Now you go and wrap yourself up in your family/celebrity shit."

"Then leave Marco." She snaps.

I blow frustrated. "I just want you."

"Me?"

"Yeah." I say touching her hips lightly.

She rolls her eyes. "It's always me trying and me going out of my way. I was even willing to follow you to fucking Mexico. Like what the fuck? I'm always trying. I'm tried of this shit. I say that I want to move for our son and you make it about finances and yourself. Fuck you if I need permission to help our son. Your fucking burden."

"No." I say mad. "I never..."

"What? You never what?" She retorts with her hand on her hip.

I shrug. I did say that. I drop my head and shrug again. "I'll try alone."

"Try alone? Try what alone?"

"To fix us." I say sincerely. I'm defeated.

She wasn't fucking buying it. "How the fuck you gonna do that?"

Damn. She really mad at me. I don't fucking know.

"California is affordable."

"I told you I didn't need for you to agree."

I sigh. "I'm switching my phone back to the family plan."

"How convenient? Why weren't you on it again?"

"My phone broke in Mexico so..." It's a test. Fucking bitch. "I didn't want you checking the phone bill and shit."

She makes a noise turning up her lips. "Get tested."

"Tested? What do I have?"

"Some fucking stripper cooties. Who the fuck knows?"

I scrunch up my face. "You think I'm stupid enough to fuck a stripper raw?"

"You stupid enough to fuck a stripper. Who gives a damn how stupid you are after that low shit."

I take the blow. "Fine if that's what you want."

She walks pass me going into the kitchen. I put my head on the wall and breath deeply. Just calm down and think. Get your wife back. Stop doing dumb shit. I walk into the kitchen.

"I can wash those dishes." I say.

"What?" She turns the water off.

"I'll wash the dishes and cook."

She stares at me. "You gonna cook meatballs?"

I look at the stuff on the counter. "It's not from a bag?"

"No."

"Oh naw I don't know."

"Don't worry about it."

I step over to the sink. "I mean if you season it, I can make it round and fry them."

"All the work will be done."

I turn the water on. "If there's a chance to fix our marriage you have to at least accept me fixing it."

"I'm pissed the fuck off and I don't want to let you just charm your way out of it."

"Lo Siento." I say then start washing the pot.

Ike walks into the kitchen staring at me. I pout then cut my eyes at his mama. He starts whining and walks over to her sticking himself to her side. She kneels down kissing his cheek and rubbing his back.

"You want a snack. I'm cooking your favorite. Meatball subs."

"Yes." He says smiling.

She kisses him then stands up. "I got you some cheese sticks. Which snack?"

He takes the cheese stick and walks away. He spins around. "Thank you."

"You welcome." She wipes her face.

"Is you happy?" He asks.

She nods. "Yes."

He runs away. "Because I talked to Mommy? Yeah."

"You still love me?" I say after it was silent for a while.

I look around the kitchen. Her ass is in here. Not playing me any attention. More than likely on purpose. She loves me. We been together for a minute. I walk up behind her wrapping my arms around her belly putting my chin on her shoulder. I let her go standing up and looking down at her body. When the hell she lost all that damn weight?

"Lose your 5 year old baby weight then get rid of your man."

"With military benefits."

I put my arms back around her. "You my girl."

She aggressively slams the crackers against the counter breaking them up. I kiss her ear resting my head there. She keeps cooking like I'm not there. I rest my hands on her hips then standing up pushing against her hips. I go back to washing the dishes. A few minutes later Ike comes whining in the kitchen. He eats some of the crushed crackers then stands there next to her on his tablet.

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wiypt-writes · 3 years ago

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Brothers In Arms

Part 4: Put Yourself In My Place

Summary: After learning what happened to you, Ari is on the rampage. Meanwhile, Steve contemplates his next move and Ransom broods.

Warnings: Bad language words. Smut. NSFW 18+) Contains Dark themes which may or may not be triggers.

Pairing: MOB DARK Ransom Drysdale x Reader/ MOB DARK Steve Rogers x Reader.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: 6.6k

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Part 3: Tears On My Pillow

Sleep evaded you that night. The spare room at your big brothers felt alien, empty, cold. Ari had stayed with you until you’d fallen asleep, holding you as you’d cried, just like he had when your dad had left never to return, and again when your mom had died. But you’d woken barely two hours later and now here you were, shivering under the duvet, your body sore but your heart aching much more.

Your bottom lip quivered and your eyes flooded. You buried your face in your hands and let out a sob.

As you cried, you were barely aware the door had opened again and your brother’s soft voice spoke as he crossed the room.

“Hey… c’mon. You’re safe here.”

"It's so bad." You felt the bed dip as Ari sat beside you, his strong arms wrapping around you. You sobbed into his big broad chest, your face buried into his tee-shirt. “I messed up so bad."

“You were tricked, violated and hurt.” Ari spoke, his tone gentle but firm. “This is not your fault.”

"Steve was my fault. I should have known, Ari. I should have known."

“But you didn’t.” Ari soothed, his large hand rubbing your back. “And that’s no excuse for what that piece of shit Drysdale did. Fuck, imma kill him.”

"I just want to sleep. I want to forget."

“Okay, well I’ll lay with you again then, and I won’t leave. I promise.”

You nodded and settled into his hold, feeling fragile and cold, broken and lost.

You were still wrapped up in Ari's protective embrace when the first rays of light came through your room. You stirred and woke him too.

"Hey, you okay?" Care and concern laced his voice.

"Sore." You grunted as you sat up.

Ari let out a low growl as he moved to sit up, leaning against the headboard. “I swear to God, I told him when you two started dating I’d kill him if he hurt you. I mean it Y/N.”

"It'll start a war, Ari."

“I don’t give a shit, besides, there’s only gonna be one winner. He knows I have enough dirt on him to bury him for life. And more to the point, so does Harlan.”

“This is Steve’s fault, not Ransom’s. Steve’s out to ruin his life and I was just collateral.” You shook your head, your eyes welling and Ari sighed.

“That does not excuse what he did to you.” Ari repeated his sentiment from earlier. “Have you seen your neck? Or the bruises on your wrists and face? When your dad left, I swore down I’d always protect you, I might only be your half-brother on paper but…” he shook his head, sadly as he let out a sigh, “fuck, why the hell didn’t you tell me about Steve?”

You measured your words carefully before saying them. "He threatened my life. He threatened Ransom's. Said he'd expose everything if I didn't keep up this act. But Ari, I just couldn't do it. I love Ransom too much, or I did or I do... It's all so confusing right now."

Ari stayed silent for a moment before he gave a heavy sigh, “what a fucking mess.” You watched as he chewed his lip, before he raised his brow. “I told you I didn’t want you getting mixed up in all this crap.”

“Ari…”

“You were a junior associate at the biggest firm in the city. You went to Harvard Law, were on for great things…I wish I’d never taken you to that damned gala where you met him.”

"Well, we clearly can't change the past," you scoffed and slipped out of the bed. "Thank you for staying with me." You headed for the en-suite and closed the door on your brother's protests.

With a groan, Ari pushed himself off the bed and headed out of the room. He couldn’t help but blame himself partly for this. He was as deep in the Drysdale’s shady world as possible, had been on their payroll for years, ever since he’d accepted a bung in exchange for providing information on an informant’s safe house location. He wasn’t proud of it, but your mom’s medical bills had ramped up leaving him caught between a rock and a hard place.

But you… you had been well clear of it all until Ari had taken you to that damned gala Harlan’s ‘publishing’ company had hosted. A night and chance to get dressed up and enjoy yourself after all the shit that had happened with your mom’s long illness… and that’s when Ransom had first gotten his claws into you.

Knowing you were your own woman, and if he tried to interfere it would back fire, Ari stepped back, tried to let you find your own way. And for the most, well, Drysdale had treated you well. Like a princess in fact. He wasn’t happy you’d left your job and gone to work for Stark but, well, again, he couldn’t stop that. And he’d had Harlan’s promise that nothing bad would happen to you on his watch.

Well, it had. And now Thrombey was going to give him answers.

He quickly changed and freshened up, the shower could wait. Pulling on a button down and a sweater, he made a few calls to sort his plan and schedule, and headed into the kitchen. He gathered a selection of fruits, granola and yoghurt together for you before the security system beeped and his long-time friend come security guy Kabede entered the kitchen.

“S’up, boss? Didn’t think you were working today?”

“I got some business to take care of. My sister is here, bit of trouble with Drysdale. Need you to watch her without watching her, if you get me.”

“Say no more.”

“Thanks buddy.”

With that Ari bounded back up the stairs and knocked gently on your bedroom door.

“I’m naked!”

“Thanks…” Ari groaned, “listen, I’m heading out for a bit. Kebede is here, if you need anything." He sighed through your door as he adjusted his cuffed sleeve.

Your response was a sniffly ‘okay’ and he paused for a moment.

“Wanna get pizzas and eat junk tonight, Booger? I’ll even let you watch your choice of shit movie.”

"Ari..." his name was teasing in your tongue.

"Okay."

“Dirty Dancing?”

"Maybe."

“You said I could pick!”

Ari chuckled. "I'll be back later this evening. There's food ready if you want. You call me for anything at all, and I mean anything."

The door opened and you looked at him, your towel held round your body. “Where are you going?”

“To Boston.” Ari replied simply

"Ari, please...."

“Y/N, just leave it. I’m going to see Harlan, okay? He’s the one person Ransom is scared of and frankly, I want him to know what his grandsons have been up to.”

Your eyes fell but you understood. "Be careful."

“I will, promise.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Don’t leave the house, please? Just until this is sorted.”

"Okay."

“Love you.” His lips brushed your forehead and then he turned and left.

"Ditto."

You watched him go before you closed the door and sighed. You had a horrible feeling this was going to get worse before it got better.

*****

“Boss?”

The title interrupted his thoughts and with a glare

Steve looked up as Bucky walked into the room. “Hey, Buck.” His face softened just a little.

James Buchanan Barnes, aka Bucky was Steve’s second in command, and one of the few who’s loyalty hadn’t swayed when Steve had been inside. Best friends since childhood, Steve trusted the one-time soldier with his life, and vice versa. He was the one person that could tell Steve exactly how it was, give it to him straight, so to speak, without fear.

“Thought you might like to know…” Bucky sank into the leather chair on the other side of the desk, “seems like your plan worked. Ransom kicked his girl out last night. Word is he’s been rampaging round Stark Tower like a bear with a sore head, and she ain’t turned in for work.”

"Hmmm," the King of Brooklyn stared out of his penthouse window, overlooking the bridge.

“You don’t sound as pleased as I thought.” Bucky mused, watching him.

"If she's not been in, then you know as well as I where she ended up and things are about to get worse for my brother."

“What do you mean?”

"She's most definitely with her brother, that crooked piece of pay roll shit that introduced the two of them and I have no doubt Ari is on his way to Harlan." He snidely smirked. "The one person who Ransom had in his corner won't be happy about how he's kicked his girl out."

“So, you are pleased?” Bucky arched a brow.

"Oh, I am indeed, don't mistake that. But my next move has to be far more calculated than the rest." Steve turned to Bucky. "Give your guy a call. I want tabs on Ransom's next move before he makes it."

Bucky took a deep breath, “sure boss.”

"And Buck..."

"Yeah?"

"Find her."

“Y/N? I thought you said you knew where she was? If she’s with Levinson, we ain’t getting near her.”

"Call it... Confirmation."

Bucky leaned forward in his chair, “Steve. I’ve known you a long time, so when I say this, I have your best interests at heart but…what the fuck do you want with her? You got what you wanted, you’ve taken the only thing left your brother cares about. You’ve had your vengeance there for Peggy. What’s this about?”

"I want her."

“You want her.” Bucky scoffed, “you think Levinson is gonna just let that happen?”

"I’ll kill him."

"Steve, you're going in with blind rage, that's not good for anyone." Steve turned and looked at Bucky, hands falling to the buckle of his belt as his best friend continued. “And if you kill her brother, you really think she’s gonna go along with any of this? Ransom aside, Harlan loves her. And she’s got Stark backing her…”

"I'm beyond asking for permission in any of this, Buck. This is what I want and I get what I want. Make. It. Happen. Leave Levinson to me."

Bucky sighed, “okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Once Bucky left, Steve slammed his hand on the desk, "fuck." He growled.

This was harder than he anticipated and never expected. News of Ransom's petulant actions at Stark's this morning he'd expected. You going to Ari he expected. But as coyly as Steve had played it off, Ari and the potential risk of him seeking out Harlan was problematic. There was a reason why Harlan made Ransom his second over Steve, trust was there and once you broke Harlan's trust, you were fucked. Ari knew this and so did Steve, this would be a card not played in Steve's favor.

But he was inching closer and closer to pure suffering on Ransom's end and that was his main agenda. The rest was collateral damage. It didn't matter how wide he had to cast his net, Steve was adamant Ransom was to feel the pain and suffering he had. What he’d done to him so far hadn’t even scratched the surface.

Steve glanced over at the framed photo of his wife, Peggy. It had been taken three weeks before she had been gunned down in a drive by, the bullet meant for him. And despite what his shithead brother said, Steve knew he was behind the botched hit.

He hadn’t known it at the time, of course, Ransom had covered his tracks. Even when he’d subjected Rumlow to over four days of torture the guy had maintained he didn’t know who had hired him. Eventually, Steve had put a bullet in his head and then called on his dear brother for an alibi. Despite the fact they didn’t talk much, he’d thought the unwritten family code would hold up.

It didn’t.

When questioned by the police, Ransom had taken his chance and denied Steve had been with him. Steve took the fall and Ransom…well, he’d taken Brooklyn.

But Steve had gotten that back.

And soon he’d get the rest of his life back too, by ruining his twin’s.

****

It was a short flight up to Boston, especially when you could use a private jet whenever you wanted, within reason. Soon, Ari was exiting the private air terminal and climbing into a waiting car.

“Mr Thrombey is at the publishers,” the diver turned to look at him. “He requested I take you there.”

“I assume he’s not gonna keep me waiting?”

“He’s requested that you go straight up. There will be an unescorted pass for you on reception. I’ll be waiting to bring you back for your return flight.”

Ari nodded and checked his phone. As the car headed through the outskirts of the city, he read messages he'd missed and checked in with you.

You were fine. Dozing you'd offered. And he in turn mentioned he'd be home early that evening and that Kabede would remain until he'd arrived.

When you’d petulantly reminded him, you didn’t need a babysitter he chuckled to himself and in turn reminded you of the promise you’d made not to leave the house. When you’d retorted and asked if using the hot tub counted, he knew that you were starting to feel a little better, even so he wasn’t stupid enough to think you were okay.

And you'd most definitely reminded him that he owed you Dirty Dancing and junk food the moment he returned.

Firing you one last message to tell you to order the pizzas for seven, and that he would collect the rest of the junk on the way, he closed his phone and watched the scenery as the car drove to the leafy suburbs of Cambridge, finally stopping at the old hospital which housed Blood Like Wine, the publishing company Harlan used to front the family business.

A legitimate business, the company did actually publish Harlan’s books. But that was the beauty of the operation. The mob wasn’t as public as it once has been, back in the day. They controlled everything by subterfuge. On the face of it, the Thrombeys, Starks and Maximoffs were legitimate business people. The authorities had nothing. There was no trail, no proof. Not even so much as a parking ticket or a tax return out of date, no risk of anyone pulling a Capone. But, underneath, they were shady as fuck.

And Ari was as deep in that shade as he could get. Now a bent CIA agent, one who struck a deal with Harlan all those years ago, on the hook ever since. For the most part, it didn't bother him. Any troublesome suspects that he couldn't quite pin down, a quick call and the evidence would suddenly be at his disposal. Human traffickers who got away with their actions because no one would talk, they would suddenly ‘disappear’ and never be seen again. In return, he kept Harlan’s extended empire out of the spotlight, feeding them information here and there, keeping them one step ahead of the authorities.

He had enough on them though to bring them to their knees, and Harlan knew that. Which was why Ari knew he was safe; he had collateral, an email which would fire straight to the relevant people should Ari fail to check in one day. And in turn, Harlan had photos of him, paper work, proof Ari was bent. But neither had ever had any cause to use it, there was a mutual respect. Ari liked Harlan, despite how gray his morals may sometimes be. He helped keep the streets of New York, Boston and Queens safe, helped keep the people Ari had signed up to serve all those years ago as a police officer, from falling prey to scum bag drug dealers, pimps, child sex rings, traffickers and rapist.

And that was fine by him, and probably by his superiors even if they’d never admit it, and they sure as hell wouldn’t condone his active involvement.

But now…now his sister had been hurt, and that was the one thing Ari would not tolerate. He’d take the fall if Harlan wouldn’t play ball, fuck the consequences.

The driver stopped to valet and Ari was escorted inside, the receptionist just simply extending her arm and the visitors pass dropped into Ari's hand. He took the elevator up to where he knew Harlan's office sat and helped himself in.

Harlan looked up as he walked into the large room, and shot him a little smile. “Ari…” he stood up to shake his hand, “what’s got you all bent out of shape so badly you had to come all this way out?”

Ari arched a brow, “don’t tell me you seriously expect me to believe you don’t know.”

“More than one side to a story," Harlan sat back down in his chair. "Let's hear hers."

Ari took the seat at the other side of the cherrywood desk and explained exactly what you’d told him. About Steve, the Masquerade ball, the blackmail. He then took a deep breath, his anger swelling inside as he told Harlan what Ransom had done to you in retaliation.

“He hurt her, Harlan…really hurt her. You should see the bruises and…” Ari swallowed as he shook his head, “he raped her, that’s what it was. She told him to stop.”

“Yeah well, suffice to say he didn’t tell me that bit.” Harlan groaned, his hand rubbing his face. A long index finger traces his lips. “How is she?”

“How the fuck do you think she is? Broken, hurt. Violated, distraught…need I go on?”

"No, lad, you don't." Harlan growled. "What does she need and what can I do?"

“This isn’t about what she needs, I got that covered.” Ari leaned back, his hands clasped in his lap, legs spread as he looked at Harlan. “This is about what I want.”

Harlan seemed to think it over for a moment and leaned forward on his forearms and clasped his hands together. "Alright. Indulge me, Ari."

Ari once again opened his phone, pulling it from his pant pocket and sliding it over to Harlan. It took the older man no more than a few moments to review the contents of which Ari shared before he clicked the phone screen off and set the device back in front of Ari.

"Alright, tell me."

“I wanna kill your grandson, Harlan, but I know you’re not gonna let me do that. So instead, I want fifteen minutes with him. Alone, and for that I need you to get me into his mansion, and make sure I’m not disturbed. So that means getting rid of his guard dogs. Give me those fifteen minutes, and you have my word. I won’t kill him. If you don’t, I’ll go in there with a full firing squad and be damned the casualties.”

Harlan didn't even need to think on it. "Done."

Ari arched a brow. “I expected a little push back.”

"Ransom has pushed his entitlement far enough. It's time the hard lesson is learned." Harlan sat back and signed. "I'm an old man, Ari, and neither of those shits have proven themselves. Ransom would be my second, he's good at the family business, but he's shit at personal relationships, until your sister."

Ari pursed his lips, “Y/N was an idiot, she should have come clean, she knows that. But Steve tricked her and she was scared into trying to deal with it in the way she did. Because she loves Ransom. And I don’t think she’ll ever stop. But I’ll be damned if im gonna let him just walk away scot free.”

“And Steve?”

Ari merely popped a shoulder.

"Fair enough."

Ari took a deep breath. “I should be going. I don’t wanna leave Y/N for too long.”

"Ari, you have my word on this. I'll give you your fifteen minutes, no more, no less. Understood?" Harlan peered up at him and Ari gave a flick of his brows.

“That’s all I’m gonna need.”

"Safe travels. We'll be in touch, I'm sure."

With a final nod, Ari left the patriarch's office and subsequently left the building and then the state altogether.

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“You look incredibly beautiful,” Ransom purred as you sat in the back of his car, “I knew red would be your colour.”

“It’s a nice dress,” you conceded with a nod, “although some might say it’s a little creepy.”

“What is?”

“Our third date and you’re already sending me things to wear.”

"Am I not allowed?"

“Would it make a difference if I said no?”

"No." He was clear cut but not stern in his answer.

You chuckled and blinked at him, your lids slow and sultry. “Then it’s a moot point, Ransom.”

He handed you a glass of champagne for the ride.

"So, where are you taking me?"

“La Grande Boucherie,” Ransom sipped from his own glass. “You heard of it?”

“They don’t pay junior associates well then at Pearson Hardman?” He smirked a little as you rolled your eyes.

“I manage fine, thank you.”

“Fair enough." He sipped his glass. "Speaking of, how were things today?"

“Fine,” you took a sip yourself. “Harvey has me working the paperwork for his next big case. It’s interesting, I like it. He err, he also suggested I can sit the second chair on the bench…”

"I take it that’s what you want?" Ransom was interested, never wasn't. You were beautiful, smart. And you held his attention on an intellectual level that outstood the women he'd been with before meeting you.

“Absolutely, it’s the next step to getting the Junior dropped from my title,” you took a deep breath, “Ari thinks I should be pushing for it more, making louder noises but I don’t want to start annoying people.”

"Ah, yes, Ari. He's a smart guy."

At that you snorted, “he has his moments.”

With a small smirk, he nodded. "We're here."

Ransom let himself out and then walked round the car to offer you his arm as Carter opened the door. You took it and the pair of you were escorted into the restaurant. You walked slowly, not wanting to trip in your heels and you couldn’t help but widen your eyes as you realised you were heading for the chef’s table.

It was during this date that you learned the truth about exactly what importing and exporting it was that Ransom did. You hadn’t been shocked; how could you be. His name was notorious within the law firm you worked for, his family had half the lawyers on their payroll. What had knocked you, however, was how deeply embedded in it your brother was.

You’d fallen a little quiet on the drive home. And Ransom had feared that you were going to tell him you wanted nothing more to do with him, for that exact reason, but as his car pulled up to your apartment block you cleared your throat.

“Do you, err, do you wanna come in for a coffee? Or…something stronger?”

He was a little taken aback but nodded, "stronger is good."

“Okay…”

As you exited the car, Ransom nodded to Carter as he slipped him a wad of notes, “I’ll call you.”

"Sure, boss." He tipped you both a nod before you led Ransom into your lobby.

You slipped your key fob into the elevator and you both stepped in, Ransom’s hand at the small of your back.

You were silent until you reached your door, one of two on the top floor.

“It’s probably a little less upmarket than what you’re used to.” You hastily began to apologise as you let him into your small, 3 roomed open plan home.

"Why do you say that?" He slipped his coat off. "It's nice. Has a view.”

You shrugged as he tossed his coat over the back of your couch and strode told the window. “I like it.”

"Me too."

You kicked your shoes off and walked to your cupboard, pulling out a bottle of scotch Ransom knew to be Ari’s preferred brand and two short glasses. "Scotch okay?"

“Sure,” he nodded as he flopped onto the couch, looking around. It might have been small but everything had a place. It was modern, with personal touches. Touches that his own Penthouse lacked.

You padded over to him after pouring and handed him his glass, your fingers brushing. "Thank you for dinner, Ransom. I was wonderful."

“Well…” his eyes tracked you as you sat down next to him, “if I haven’t completely scared you off then there’s plenty more places like that I’d like to take you.”

"You haven't." You swallowed with honesty. "I mean am I a little overwhelmed, yes. But scared, no."

“That either makes you brave or stupid.” Ransom took a sip from the glass.

"Maybe both," you shrugged.

“Dangerous combination.”

"Maybe. Maybe it's just the right combination," you sipped. Ransom smirked as you turned your body towards him. “Should I be afraid of you, Hugh?”

His jaw clenched a little, "Ransom, please, baby."

You chuckled, “baby?”

In an uncharacteristic moment of bashfulness, Ransom felt his cheeks flush and he shrugged, "too soon?"

You smirked a little over your glass, Ransom’s eyes flicking to your lips, “you tell me? Is this gonna be a fuck and run?”

"Do you want it to be?" He whispered as he leaned in, the tip of his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

“The fuck bit, yeah…” you whispered as his face drew closer to yours, “not so sure about the run part.”

"I don't wanna run," his breath fanned your face.

“Then don’t…”

His lips sealed over yours as he sucked that your bottom lip in, the tip of his tongue gliding along your plumped skin. In the whispers of your conversation he had set his glass down and now his large hands cupped your face.

You whimpered as he kissed you. Your well manicured nails gliding up his neck to the back of his head, nails scratching through his hair.

He let out a groan into your mouth, his kiss growing fervent as he gently moved further into your space, causing you to lay back on the couch.

You made out on the leather sofa, his hands tracing your curves over the soft material of your dress, then gliding up the outside of your smooth thighs.

Before long you’d moved to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way, a trail of breadcrumbs to the little cottage in the woods.

With a huff, your back hit your bed as Ransom caged you in.

“You’re beautiful…” his lips met your neck, caressing that spot behind your ear that he’d quickly figured made you melt.

"Hu... Ransom, please...."

He chuckled, his mouth moving to your collar bone. He was in no rush. It had been a while since he’d felt the need to worship a woman the way he was doing with you. The last had been his ex girlfriend way back in his early twenties. Since then it had been a sting of one night stands, at most a few recurring liaisons with no strings. But this, well, this was different.

You were captivating, innocent, uninterested in his lavish lifestyle and money. And that made him crave you.

His soft face ran along your chest as his nose inhaled you in, that hot tongue of his laving at the curve of your breasts, flicking over your peaked nipples. Your own two hands desperately wanted to run through his hair, over those freckled broad shoulders but he wouldn't let you touch him.

"Not yet," he husked. Down he went, his tongue mapping a trail across your skin, using each dip, curve, blemish as direction.

When his teeth nipped at that hip bone on your left, you managed to touch him, your hands scratching the crown of his head. Until then, he was being a silent lover, your moans and whimpers caused by his lips over your body the only sounds in the room.

He let out a growl, you having discovered his weakness. His spot, so to speak.

Lust blown cerulean orbs met your eyes as they gazed through thick, lowered lashes. A silent threat. But you were used to looks men gave in threat, your occupation bringing forth the most scandalous. Ransom knew his threats bore nothing for you and you flicked your brow at him as you fluttered around nothing, your nose flaring in sensual heat.

And then he was back over you, his lips dominating as your hands were pinned above your head, his hardness digging into your stomach.

“Have you got-“

“Yeah…” he nodded, “in my wallet.”

There was a pause as he groaned, knowing it meant leaving you on the bed.

His pants had been discarded near your bedroom door and he quickly paced across the room to grab them. He fished through the fabric for his wallet, pulling the foil wrapper from its folds.

He wasted no time, tearing it open as he walked, tossing the foil to the floor in a nonchalant manner before he knelt on the bed, rolling the rubber down over his dick.

You watched, entranced, the skill quick. He stroked himself a time or two once through and was back over you. "You... Your.... I need it."

He smirked a little, his face arrogantly hansom as he moved your hands from where they’d been rubbing up his arms and once more pinned them above your head.

“You got some kinda Fifty Shades thing going on here?” You asked as he moved closer. “You don’t want me to touch you?”

"No. I...." He bent his neck and kissed you, "I wanna feel every inch of you first."

Before you could quip back about you feeling his inches, he was pushing into you with a slow, measured roll of his hips.

"Oh fuck," you moaned. "That's...."

He silenced your words with another roll, sinking deeper into you, a groan slipping from his plump lips

"Fahk sweethaat," he spoke against you. "You take that well, baby."

His eyes watched your face, every expression as he thrust into you over and over. The way your nose twitched a little, your nostrils flaring, your pupils growing wider as you climbed higher and higher.

"You feel so good, baby, so fahking good." He praised.

Your brain was gone, flooded with sexual endorphins that you couldn't utter a response. His hands kept hold of yours as his fingers slipped between your own.

The muscles of his arms and back flexed and rippled as he kept going, his pace gathering speed as your breath became quick, ragged gasps.

"Ransom, I'm..." your body started to flutter around him and shiver beneath him.

“Yeah baby, come on…”

Again he sped up, his own release eminent, but you were first, you had to be first. And that was a first for him.

Your body trembled and your head tipped back, the most exquisite noise Ransom has ever heard dripped from your parted lips.

His hips dug for those final thrusts as he filled his seed into the barrier and your whole body tensed pleasurably around him. With a groan, his body tingling, his face burried into the crook of your neck and shoulder.

His nose bumped the underside of your ear before he kissed the juncture of your jaw. "You alright?"

“Yeah…I’m good, great.” Your voice was a rasp as you gathered your breath.

He hummed a little and pulled back, kissing your lips before he caged you in, "me too."

A loud bang jerked Ransom from his dozing, and he sat bolt upright in the large leather chair in his lounge, the glass tumbler slipping from his hand.

Another crash, followed by breaking glass.

“What the…” he pushed himself up from his chair and moved unsteadily through the house to the study, shouting for Carter.

But no answer came.

Cursing, he stopped to retrieve one of his guns from the chest of drawers in the hall. As he walked, he cocked it before he gave a growl and yanked open the door to his study. His alcohol clouded eyes barely had time to register the carnage of the trashed room before he felt the cold metal muzzle of someone else’s weapon pressed to his temple.

“Drop it, asshole.” A familiar voice warned him and with a scowl, Ransom flicked the safety on and dropped his gun to the floor.

"You came later than I expected," he half slurred.

“Yeah well, thanks to you I had to sit through Dirty Dancing and Pretty Woman.” Ari cocked his gun, the grinding of the trigger mechanism loud. “That alone is enough to make me wanna put a bullet through your skull."

"She okay?"

“What the fuck do you care?” Ari scoffed.

"Do I?"

“Judging by the marks on her neck and the fact you raped her, I doubt it.”

“Rape…I didn’t…” Ransom shook his head.

“She told you no, asked you to stop. You didn’t.”

Ransom felt the nerve on his jaw twitch. “So is this where you kill me? We both know you ain’t got the-“

There was a click as Ari pulled the trigger. Ransom stilled and turned round, to see Ari holding his hand out. He opened his palm and six bullets dropped to the floor. “If it wasn’t for Harlan, I would have.”

“How the fuck did you get in here? Where the fuck are my guys?”

“Used the door and I have no idea,” Ari shrugged, “wherever Harlan told them to be for the next…thirteen minutes.“ Ari pocketed his gun and then reached down for Ransoms, emptying the barrel before he tossed it into the corner of the room. “Better safe than sorry, huh.”

“So what’s your big plan, Levinson? Come here and scare me? I’m quaking in my boots.” Ransom drawled, sarcastically. “Or are you here to plead your slut sister’s…”

Ari’s right fist connected with Ransom’s jaw with enough force to send him reeling. He was already unsteady thanks to the alcohol in his system, but as he staggered back, Ari’s left swing nailed him in the gut.

Ransom fell to the floor, his insides crying out as bile from his gut rose to his throat. He dry heaved on his palms, his knees shaking.

Ari’s boot connected with a thud to his ribs, and Ransom rolled over, clutching his side, coughing wetly.

“Big, hard man Hugh…” Ari taunted as he stood over him, giving him another kick. “You’re nothing without your pack of wolves.”

Ransom gurgled in fluid as another blow struck him and he groaned out. "Fuck you."

“You’re a piece of shit,” Ari snarled, “get up.”

Ransom didn't even have the time to do it on his own. Ari's hand fisted his hair and the CIA agent hauled the mob boss to his feet, dragging him to his desk. "Do you see her? She that beautiful face?" He turned Ransom's head so his right cheek pressed into the mahogany and felt surface, his eyes deliberately curved at a framed photo of you on his desk. "Now look at her." Ari nearly flung his phone at his face but stopped short so Ransom could focus.

Despite himself, Ransom glanced at the phone and felt his throat tighten. Dark finger marks littered your neck, a visible bruise to your cheek that he didn’t remember delivering but that must have come when he’d manhandled you somehow. He swallowed thickly as he tried to compose himself.

"It'll only get worse. This is just the first day." Ari pressed down on Ransom's cheekbone, pancaking him into the wood.

Something warm brewed in Ransom’s gut, and guilt tightened his chest. But, then he remembered what you had done. “She fucked my brother…”

“He played her!” Ari yelled. He grabbed the phone and scrolled across, “look,” he let go of Ransom and allowed him to pick the phone up, coughing a little as he inhaled, wincing at the pain in his ribs.

It took a moment but his eyes focused on the small screen in his hands. He read the message, the one Steve had sent you along with the video that he had seen, and swallowed. “This doesn’t prove shit…”

“No, but this does…”

Ari snatched the phone and a second later Steve’s voice drifted from the speaker. Ransom listened to him as he blackmailed you the night you’d been at Raouls, and his stomach turned.

“How did you get that?” He blinked up at Ari.

“I’m in the secret services you dumb fuck.” Ari rolled his eyes, “I tapped her phone the moment she started dating you. Haven’t had any need to listen to any of it until now, however.”

Ransom felt his blood began to simmer, "that's in violation of our agreement, you prick. Does Harlan know?"

“Right know that should be the least of your worries. Harlan is as pissed at you as I am, but stop changing the subject.”

"What the fuck do you want? I get it, okay, I fucked up."

“That’s all you got, I fucked up…”

“She still arranged to meet him!” Ransom yelled, “instead of telling me, she chose to-“

“Yes, to protect you, or so she thought you dumb fuck!”

“I don’t need protection!” Ransom snarled, “I knew as soon as he was released he’d come after me…”

“And he managed to get you, didn’t he? Using the one thing you actually cared about.” Ari flicked his brow up. “Like I said, dumb fuck.”

Ransom looked at Ari and shook his head. “He blames me for Peggy’s death. Thinks I organised the hit.”

That caught Ari unaware. “What? Why?”

“Because I didn’t back his alibi and took the opportunity when it came up to lock him away,” Ransom shrugged, “but it wasn’t me who organised the hit. I didn’t get on with him back then, granted, but I didn’t want him dead.”

Ari pondered for a moment, contemplating something, “you know, if he does think you’re behind Peggy’s death, is all this going to be enough?”

“No,” Ransom scoffed, “he’ll be looking for her, and you left her alone so you could come here…”

“What do you think I am?” Ari scoffed, “she’s not alone, she’s with Kabede.”

“Maybe you’re not as dumb as you look.”

“Kind of ironic, really.” Ari gave a sardonic chuckle, “there’s now three reasons I have not to kill you. You’re actually useful to Y/N alive, even if you don’t wanna be. Because if I shot you, Steve’s firm would run rampage and then Y/N is as good as his.”

Ransom looked at Ari, mulling what he had just said over in his head. Levinson was right, if he was out of the picture it left a power vacuum, and with both firms behind him, Steve would and could take anything or anyone he wanted.

“What’s the other?” He blinked at Ari as the question popped into his head.

“Other what?”

“Reason I’m still alive. You said that was one of three. Harlan is another, so what’s the third?”

“Y/N.” Ari shrugged, “despite everything she’s been through I know if I did kill you, she’d never forgive me. Because she still loves you. Whether she wants to or not.” Ransom took a deep breath, and Ari cleared his throat. “So here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna apologise, grovel to her, make it so she can go into work without fear of what people are gonna say and think.”

Despite multiple faces of the same man looking at him, Ransom slowly breathed in through his nose as he stared. His ribs broken, his jaw dislocated and most definitely his pride secretly wounded. "Anything else?"

“You give her her car and whatever else she wants or needs from this place.”

Ransom swallowed, the thought of you clearing your stuff out of the home you’d found and made together made him feel physically sick. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he tried to quash the thought of how badly he’d fucked things up with you from his mind. "I'll have the car dropped off in the morning." he replied, his voice quiet, “and then I’ll have Natasha contact her. Y/N can sort coming to the house or whatever with her if that’s what she wants.”

“And then you leave her alone, unless she decides she wants to see you or speak to you.” Ari continued. “And I mean this, Harlan be damned, you lay one finger on her that isn’t wanted again and I will sling you into the Hudson with the rest of the bodies you’ve sunk.”

Ransom nodded, his gut twisting even further at the thought of being without you. Yes, he was still mad as hell, but he understood. He had reacted exactly the way you had feared he would, and in a sick twist of fate, that made your actions justifiable.

He didn’t deserve forgiveness, and he sure as hell didn’t deserve you. This was the least he could do.

“Understood. You have my word, I won’t contact her unless she reaches out to me.”

“Good,” Ari moved over to the upset drinks cart and picked up a bottle of scotch and two crystal tumblers from the floor. Ransom sat up, groaning as Ari unscrewed the top. “Now just one last thing before my fifteen minutes are up.”

"What?" Ransom huffed with a slight wheeze as he took the offered scotch.

Ari turned a chair the right way up and sat down. “What we gonna do about your cunt brother?”

"I'm gonna kill him." Ransom’s voice bore no humor, no remorse. Nothing but pure hate, even in four simple words.

Ari took a sip of his scotch, flexing his bruised knuckles before he looked at Ransom with a smirk. “Was hoping you’d say that."

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Part 5: I Guess I Like It Like That

#Brothers In Arms #Ransom Drysdale x reader #Ransom Drysdale x you #dark steve rogers x reader #dark Steve Rogers x you #mob au #mob #reader insert #Chris Evans character

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hi babe if ure taking any requests, can i request roommates reader and taehyun studying tgt but ended up making out in the couch? ty!!!!

Hoped you like it! I really try my best to write(type) this nicely! @kkyubear

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" Taehyun and Y/n, y'all working together for this project, also class, don't forget to study this week for our exam on Friday...." The flashback appeared back again for the fifth time today.

" Why did Mr.Kim, chose him as my partner....?" You mumbled to yourself as you took a sip from your strawberry boba drink. You're sitting at the boba drink restaurant by yourself, next to the window. You watch people pass by while thinking about the project, the exam, and.....that boy named Taehyun.

Why did it bother you so much about Taehyun being your partner for the project? Well.....Kang Taehyun is your roommate. He is a new student in the college you go to.....well for you he's new because you know half of the people on the campus and you have never seen him before until this year.

You remembered how surprised you felt when you saw the new super attractive silver strikes hair guy in your room, sitting at the dark blue sheet of his bed, reading a science book on his lap, a guitar laying next to him, his arms behind his head, showing his strong biceps that you couldn't take your eyes away from.

You remembered how his natural beautiful big eyes suddenly looked at your side making your heart jump a little. He gave you a smile that lasted 3 seconds before turning back to his book. You remembered how you felt that moment. You felt a little nervous and you felt the feeling of butterflies flying around your stomach almost making it ache.

Taehyun was a quiet guy. When he was out, he would always try to come to the tiny apartment early before eight of the night so he wouldn't have to wake you up in the middle of the night with his noises.

Both of you would just do their things and would have small talks like the good morning greetings, the goodnight byes, stuff about school and that's it.

In the middle of the year, you two started to become a little more comfortable with each other. You remembered the first night you felt in a great mood and felt confident to ask him if wanted to study with you. Taehyun nodded kindly with his bright smile and agreed. Both of you would study on the couch, books on the table that stand in the middle of the tiny living room, and snacks around the books and papers.

It became a habit to study together like this whenever you two were having a test. Soon you two became friends and you no longer felt shy talking to him. However you still have feelings for him, for your crush, but you always made sure not to make it obvious. At first, you founded wrong to like your friend but you thought it as

" it's just a crush, it'll last for a while, maybe when you two become close friends you will no longer see him as a crush".

You were wrong!

Kang is too damn attractive and looks attractive in anything he wears and in anything he does. His personality is just.... amazing! He is funny, has sarcastic humor, a little savage, he is smart and speaks beautifully. No wonder why you too are studying communications together. Kang Taehyun is just perfect for you. You couldn't help it to feel so attracted to these men.

After you're done going through your entrance of memories and thoughts you got a message from Taehyun.

TerryK🔥

Hey!! Y/nieee~ come home to study! Where are you? 😅

You smile at the way he spelled your name cutely. You forgot to mention his cuteness is just something else.

Ok! I'll be there in a few minutes :)!

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" Here, I brought Gimbap, Kimchi, and some snacks...." He grinned as he takes out the boxes from the bag.

" Love Gimbap and Kimchi...." You smiled, sitting next to him on the couch. You got out your journals and books to study.

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" Wow, This is easy.....imma ace this exam....." He smirks to himself still reviewing his paper. " As always?..." You rolled your eyes.

" Y/nnie~ open your mouth, say ahhhh" he teases as he grabs the Gimbap with his fork over his other hand so it wouldn't drop, and push it towards your lips. You widen your eyes and slightly blush when you saw that coming.

Still, you obey and opened your mouth taking the bite. "Mmm~" you nodded and smiled happily.

"Good!" You said while chewing, your cheeks getting puffy. Taehyun giggle and mumbled

" cute ..". Still you heard that and that made you feel some type of way you can't explain.

Some time pass both of you still studying together on the same couch. Taehyun was still enjoying his kimchi. You watch how he ate it deliciously making you hungry again. You watch his hand, his manly veiny-looking hands holding on to the fork, taking the fork towards his mouth and taking a bite softly. Your mouth was watering by just watching him taking the bite and chewing it slowly. He close his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows together forming tiny lines on his forehead. He shook his head slightly enjoying the taste of kimchi.

'lucky kimchi....' you thought without realizing it.

There were times where you would think about Taehyun. Thinking about him in a then not so-most innocent and pure way and you felt ashamed. Like you said before he is one handsome man with an amazing athletic body so sometimes he would wake a tiny fire of desire inside of you. As always you're very respectful and never try anything funny towards him.

However, today you can feel the heat coming back again. Seeing him next to you so close, where you can see his little imperfections on his face, neck, hands and still you find the perfect. You feel the heat rushing to your cheeks and your heart beating fast. The desire to kiss was getting stronger. You didn't realize how close you were leaning towards hi him until suddenly looks away from his book and looks down at at at at your eyes with an intense stare. His big eyes move from your forehead, eyes, lips, and lastly your lips. While you just stare at his lips the entire time.

" What are doing...." He whispered. His serious intense look not changing. His hot breath tickles your nose and cheek. You were feeling aroused by his stare, breath, and his whisper sexy voice.

" You should be staring down your sheet, not on my lips....." Taehyun said, leaning slowly towards you. " I know but I can't help it... would love to study your lips too..." You whispered back now looking at his eyes. Now you're no longer thinking straight.

" And how would you do that?" He whispered back staring back and ford on both of your eyes. He leaned even more closer making you lean away from a little. His hand sneakily touches your left hand that rested on the couch seat behind you. He clutched your hand tightly as his lips were centimeters close to your lips.

You couldn't hold it anymore and you are going to show him how to "study his lips". You slam your lips on his. It wasn't aggressive but not too soft, it was just right. Taehyun also attacks back, his left hand rested on your cheeks and neck, his other hand still holding your left hand. The slightly hard kiss became more passionately and rougher as now Taehyun press you against him so closely. His hand digs through your hair, and his other hand suddenly snakes around your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands run through his silver and black hair pulling his locks of hair.

The kiss was hard, rough, and passionately almost as if you two were eating up each other's mouths.

You felt this wasn't enough, you wanted to feel him even closer to you. You decided to get on top of his lap. You wrapped your legs around his torso. Now you can feel his ripped body and his everything so close to yours.

" Ahh, ~ Tae..... *kisses* you're so...*kisses* hot....*kisses, lip biting from him* mmm~ Taehyun~~......I like you". You said as you immediately pulled away to take a breath. You just realized what you said covering your mouth.

" As my friend!" You said with a terrifying expression.

Taehyun chuckled and raised an eyebrow. " Are you sure?..... because friends don't kiss, especially like we did....." He whispered the last sentence, leaning close again to peck on your lips.

" I want more...." He whispered to you as he kiss your cheeks. You smiled shyly and look down away from his gaze. Your cheeks turning into a pink shade. Taehyun grabs your chin softly and made you face him. He leans slowly and kisses your lips. You melted into his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck rightly, pressing your body against him even more. His hands roamed around your back and sides. Sometimes he'll run his hands through your hair just like you did with his.

You two enjoy this intimate moment with each other for while. Enjoying this new feeling you two discover together. Now, this is happening.....it makes you wonder what will happen next? What would happen to this relationship? You will decide what your fate with Taehyun would be in the future, for sure you two won't be staying like friends forever? Right?......

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notsodailycake · 2 years ago

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Ok so, more Rammy info dump

Imma start off and say I'm sharing this info dump for the ppl who dont know much of her, bc there isn't as many Rammy enjoyers, most are just mutuals

But I've been wanting to doodle her more, so with this post i leave my ask box open for doodle requests for her, bc i want stuff to doodle by tomorrow, but well anyother day will be fine as well Ú3Ù

And if you want i can doodle her with your oc as well (human version or huamn in general, i still struggle a tad bit with animals/animatronics 👉👈), just put in an image of them!

Basic info

♡Rammy the Racoon

•Real name: Renata Oliveira

•Age: 26

•Lesbian

•Currently in a "friends with benefits" relationship with Roxy and Chica

For the new folks, here's some basic info about her, and another work featuring her

You can also find some more info of the au her human version is from here, if you want just the Rammy info, then scroll down to Character Relationships/Stories, and you'll fine her info under "Renata (+Suise and Rachel)", tho around the Timeline area, on 2021, you can find a bit of extra info about how she came to be part of the Pizzaplex

Now the dump

•She can be a bit dense at times

But she's very helpful still. She grew up with having to be well behaved so she would be on her teen sister's good side (it didn't need to be alot, her sister never wanted anything bad to happen to her and could be a little protective at times, but ya know, teens can be angsty).

She also learned to perform at a young age as she liked to put on shows after her sister's friends dressed her up. She also enjoyed singing alot of lullabies for her baby cousins (Idk if its a general brasilian thing, but how i grew up family is very important, and cherished, so she has a close bond to many of her family members)

She also is quite fluent in English, tho still struggles a bit still, causing her be quite oblivious to some jokes between her coworkers and not understanding them.

•She's also very abservent still, even if she cant understand a joke, she can read someone's body language very well, and can see whether they are lying or not. Not 100% right, but at least 90% of the time she is

She also has good memory (unlike me-) and is what she does in her role: Search for the lost items and give them back to their owner, if she doesn't remember she always has it written down on a small notebook.

•She's usually very friendly, and seen as the sweet niave type (which honestly, she is most of the time), but she can be smart when she needs to. And don't get on her bad side, cuz she's a good prankster. What type of prankster? The dangerous type if you annoy her (which can consist of insulting her loved ones or mistreatment of kids)

She doesn't play pranks as much, so you'll never expect it from her. It starts out harmless, then it gets annoying

The the target wont know its her with her innocent act, and will accuse the obvious ones. If they figure it out it's her, no one will be on their side as she plays innocent, then it gets a bit risky, and until they learn their lesson

She won't stop.

Tho that side of hers doesn't show that often.

•She's also a bit short tempered at times. She tries her best to be nice, but she breaks it a bit when she gets frustrated. Which can be out of small things such as, the sound of paper or gum chewing, snoring, or breathing the wrong way or skin touching even if her own (definitely not stuff i lose my temper with)

She learned how to keep her composure, especially around kids

But she'll need a cool off afterwards, which luckily Sun and Moon provide her with. Or cuddles with Chica and Roxy. Tho those are usually by the end of the day since both Chica and Roxy are usually way busier then Sun and Moon. Plus the twins are right next to Rammy's post, so it's faster to go in-between work breaks.

•As for her hobbies. She likes to play dress up and do her makeup, even if not for work

She also likes to sow and draw! Mostly designing her outfits. Most of the stuff she uses is hand made by her too! Ofc not everything but most of it

•And on a final note

Her area is basically a remodeled version of kid's cove now, which makes her be quite close to the daycare

She usually helps out sun and moon, her and sun having a close bond

They chat, share gossip, help each other with the kids when one area is more hectic

And in the end Rammy likes to help out in cleaning duty if the daycare

(Also, doodles may not all be done quickly, if at all, some might take days to make. I just need a collection of ideas to do throughout the times i get bored)

#info dump #fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #security breach #fnaf oc #fnaf sb oc #fnaf security breach oc #security breach oc #fnaf animatronic oc #cakes art #cakes doodle requests #doodle requests #fnaf doodle requests

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pur-pled-aw-thor · 4 years ago

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I'm Smarter

Young! Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/n and Remus are not in best of terms. Trying to outsmart each other or just annoy the hell out of them. But one sudden turn of events made them realize each other's importance to their lives.

A/n: they're in 5th year and Gryffindor btw🧙‍♀️ sorry if you ain't in Gryffindor, same hun.

Wc: 7.9k (biiish i-)

Warnings: slooo-hohoho-w burn, harassment, mention of a loved one passing away, not proofread properly, fluffy fluuuuff.

Y/n is walking towards the Great Hall for lunch with her friends: Lily Evans, Marlene Mckinnon, and Alice Fortescue.

They became great friends since they were always assigned in the same room every year. They spent the mornings helping each other out with their hair and the whole night talking about boys and what happened around Hogwarts.

But boys are Marlene's specialty, that's why she kept giving Y/n and Lily options with whom they are cute to be paired with.

Even though there is magic with Marlene's skills, Y/n will still reject them. Y/n is very pretty, well, gorgeous actually. (A/n if you say you ain't, imma keep reminding you, you are gorgeous.)

She has (Y/h/c) and (Y/e/c) that makes the boys stare at her all day. Her wonderful curves and height added up with her looks.

But what attracts them the most, is her smarts and attitude. She wasn't a badass, but she's very nice and protective of the people she cares about. Her smarts made her stood out because she is also intelligent and that amazed the other students.

But there is a boy that can outsmart her by a small percentage especially with Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Oi Y/l/n! Stop placing your arm over Lily dear! She's mine!" "Stop yelling at people when they touch Evans, Potter. Girls are not yellin' when you touch Black!" She exclaimed causing numerous people to laugh at Potter.

"You shouldn't yell, it makes you dumber." She heard one of them said causing them to laugh. She glared at the boy behind the book, she shoved the book down causing a few goblets to shake.

"What did you say, Lupin?" "I said 'you shouldn't yell, it makes you dumber.'" He said raising his head and their face is close enough that it caused tension between the two. Arms grabbed them both away from each other.

"You know you shouldn't be giving attention to Lupin. It'll only cause you trouble!" Lily exclaimed making Y/n sit down and eat lunch.

"You know you shouldn't be that cocky when you talk to her. It makes her feel like she deserves the attention." James whispered and Remus just read the book again.

Y/n looked over Remus and he was reading the stupid book again. She rolled her eyes and continued eating her lunch.

Remus moved his book a bit taking a glimpse of Y/n chatting with the girls. He furrowed his eyebrows and continued reading the book.

A few weeks after the incident, Y/n and Remus are still against each other and would continue to make the other feel dumber.

Insults are thrown here and there. Debates would occur out of nowhere causing numerous people to stop whatever they are doing. And fights rarely happen, but if it would, it would mean for their friends to take them to each side of the castle to stop it from happening.

"Valentine's day is happening next week. Any plans?" Marlene asked the girls and Y/n slid on her chair and hid her face with the book.

She doesn't hate the holiday. She just hates the way people celebrate it. Kissing, hugging, pink papers, confetti, gifts, and even the chocolates are shaped into hearts and placed inside a heart-shaped box.

She just doesn't get it.

She's not bitter, tons of boys would give her gifts and letters. But the only reason she accepts it is because of the chocolates. The normal ones though. Her admirers learned that when she gave Lily the heart-shaped chocolate, she received from a Hufflepuff.

They're staying at the library, trying to finish their homework for Potions. It started productively, but when Y/n and Lily finished, Marlene and Alice placed it aside and they'll just copy it later, hence the sudden topic of the said Holiday.

"Frank and I will be in Hogsmeade the whole afternoon," Alice stated and Marlene nodded, she then talked about how one of her suitors would take her to Hogsmeade too but they'll be there first thing in the morning.

With the two Gryffindor girls having a date, Y/n and Lily would be spending the whole day together in the Library or Common Room.

But she was wrong.

One of her suitors miraculously made Lily go with him on a date. When she said this, Y/n immediately felt left out. Well, why wouldn't she? All of her friends got a date and she doesn't. Even though she has a ton of boys at her doorstep, waiting for her to let one of them in.

"I'll be staying in the Common Room then. Waiting for you three while boys will start flooding me with gifts." She said not sitting up straight to face her friends, but she can feel the sympathetic looks from them.

"Why can't you just say 'yes' to one of them? Maybe just maybe, they'll be your soulmate." Alice stated causing Y/n to sigh.

"It's because they're a bunch of boys and I know the difference between a boy and a man." She said remembering what her father said to her.

"Remember Y/n, a boy makes promises and they never fulfill it, but a man will prove anything without even promising about it."

"And a man will treat you differently than a boy would. So, pick a man, not a boy. Don't waste love for a guy who wastes their saliva with phrases like 'I promise you.' 'I promise, it won't happen again.' and such."

Her father's word echoed in her head and she smiled because he taught her to be careful with whom she lets in her life.

They went to the Great Hall for dinner and Y/n noticed the silence at the other side of the table.

Normally, four unruly boys would be making a ruckus, but tonight it was very quiet. She looked at the four boys and the three talked quietly while one was submerged in a book.

'Why would they leave Lupin out of the talk?' she thought but then realized, she doesn't care.

Same with Remus, he doesn't care what the three are talking about. He knows they'll just make him go on a date with one of the girls that like him.

"You know, Remus. Going out to a date is good for you." James said trying to convince the sandy-haired boy.

He knows when they start to use First name basis, it’s either serious or very personal.

And he knows this isn’t a serious matter.

"Oh really? Why is that?" "Because you can relax and enjoy your time here at Hogwarts," Sirius said stealing Remus' book and holding it up.

"Give it back, Sirius!" He exclaimed causing a few students to look at them. Sirius stood up and still held it high, he knows he'll be able to reach the book because Remus was just an inch shorter than him.

So, what he did is he ran towards the girls and made Y/n hold on to it. "PLEASE TAKE IT!" Sirius exclaimed and Y/n took it, she is very oblivious to what is happening so she just took it and flipped through it.

"Sirius giv-" Remus reached the girls' side and he looked at Y/n, she looked at the book and realized it was Lupin's.

"DON'T GIVE IT BACK UNLESS REMUS GETS A DATE WITH SOMEONE!" James yelled and it caused the other girls to facepalm because he forgot they weren't the only ones there.

"No, she'll give it back. Won't you, Y/n?" Remus asked, reaching his hand out to take the book and Y/n looked at Black to Potter and Lily.

She sighed and stood up, placing the book inside her bag, and smiled at the people who were looking at her.

"Go get that date, Remus, then I'll give back your book." She said walking off and patted James on the back softly.

Her walk back towards the Common Room was very chaotic.

Well in her head at least.

'Why didn't you give it back?!' 'You wanker! Do you know what you just did?!' 'Were you proud of yourself? Because I'm not!' When she reached the common room, she immediately headed towards her room and that’s when she dropped her bag and laid face down on her bed.

She didn’t care if she couldn’t breathe properly, or her bag was a mess on the floor, what she cares about now is that she’s screwed.

Big time.

The next morning, she heard people talking outside their dorm. She looked around the room and saw that the girls are still asleep. It was Saturday and, normally, they slept in, but the commotion outside made it hard to sleep.

“What are they doing outside our door?” Lily asked groggily trying to rub the sleep away from her eyes. “I don’t know. I’m going to take a look.” Y/n said standing up from her bed and wearing her slippers.

“What in Merlin’s beard are you lot doing outside our door?!” She exclaimed causing people to squeal and walk away. But a few people pointed behind her and she saw an envelope taped up on the door and chocolates on the side of the frame.

“Students saw it earlier but no one saw who gave it.” One student said before leaving the scene.

Lily stood behind her and removed the letter while she took the chocolates inside, placing them beside the door and walking back again to her bed to continue sleeping.

“Just read the recipient and leave it, Lily.” She said covering herself with her duvet but Lily stood next to her with the letter, placing it on her table. “As you wish, darling,” Lily said and climbed back towards her bed. She sat up and took the letter in her hands.

To: Y/n Y/l/n

From: Your secret admirer, darling

Usually, she’ll just let Marlene read the letter and throw it inside her box filled with letters, but she has a feeling that she needs to be the one to read it.

Carefully opening the letter, she felt herself getting excited to read it. Unfolding the letter, there she saw a handwritten letter, a nice handwritten letter...

Dear Y/n

I’ve always admired you from afar, taking in every small detail from you. How you’d chew your bottom lip when you are concentrating, constantly tapping the end of your quill on the table when you can’t think of the answer, and how you let the sun rays hit your face every time you go outside for a walk.

No, I am not a stalker, but everywhere you go, we are also at the same place. And I would be there, trying to avoid your beauty and will fail miserably. You made me study harder for the sake of you getting to notice me. One day you will.

The chocolates are for you, I know you don’t fancy the heart-shaped ones, so I got you the normal ones from Honeydukes. I do hope you enjoy it, and yes, your friends can also enjoy some of it.

Have a nice day darling, hopes Merlin that I can have the courage to ask you out.

Your secret admirer.

She felt herself blushing, it was the first time she blushed at a letter from one of her suitors. She folded the letter and placed it back on the table. Standing up again because there’s no point sleeping now if she just felt giddy inside.

After taking a shower and finding comfortable clothes, she went to the Great Hall and ate breakfast by herself. Taking out a book and serving herself breakfast, a few minutes later, she felt someone sit in front of her, she placed her book down and rolled her eyes.

‘It’s too early for this.’ “What do you want, Lupin?” She asked annoyed at the boy in front of her. He smiled at her and she just finished her toast. “Can’t I just sit here with you?” He asked the Y/h/c haired girl and she just chuckled.

“Get lost.” She said looking him in the eyes. He sighed and looked at her seriously. “Just give me back my book and then I’ll leave.” He said taking a sip from his goblet and she shook her head.

“I can’t, you need to have a date,” She stated pouring herself water and taking a sip. “Besides, I don’t have it here.” She said looking at him and his face is just filled with hatred.

But his eyes beg to differ, she never noticed it though.

“You need to have a date before I can give you back the book, Lupin. I need to see you having fun with someone, or just a picture won’t hurt, good day.” She said standing up and taking her book with her.

Leaving the Great Hall, she passed by the three other Marauders and sat by Lupin. She continued walking until she reached the Library. She doesn’t have any work to do, giving her a free weekend.

She sat down at a table near the window and continued reading her book, taking a break from time to time and stare out of the window. A few first years were enjoying the sun and having fun, giving all of their energy from running around the yard. Continuing to stare outside, she felt a pair of eyes looking at the back of her head.

She turned around and saw a guy sitting a few tables away from her, trying to fix his posture like he wasn’t staring at her for a while. When she got back to her book, she saw in her peripheral vision the same guy moving on his seat like he was nervous. She saw him standing up and walking nearer.

“Hi, m-may I sit down?” She lowered her book and saw the guy, black hair that’s a bit messy, green eyes, and tanned skin. ‘And who might this be?’ “Sure.” She said sitting up straight and placing her bookmark on the page she was reading.

“I just want to ask if you received something earlier?” the guy asked and Y/n tilted her head slightly indicating she was a bit getting the gist.

“Yes, why?” ‘Don’t tell me he was the one that left those.’ “Well, I would like to ask if you liked the letter and chocolates. I was also going to put a bouquet but I don’t exactly know if you like roses or not.” He said like his nervousness was starting to decrease.

“Oh um-,” Y/n started blushing at the thought of this guy giving them gifts and writing the letter. “Thank you, and um I’m not a fan of bouquets. A single rose is fine.” She said paying attention to how the guy leaned forward on his seat and gave a laugh. “Well, I should give you one then.” Y/n didn’t understand and this caused the guy to smile at her, waiting for her reply.

“Oh, what was that?” “I would like to ask you out on a date this Valentine’s Day, around Hogsmeade or anywhere of course.” He said and Y/n thought carefully. “Okay, Mr.-?” “Mr. Hollis, Lerius Hollis.” He smiled at Y/n, she almost forgot what she was about to say when she saw him smiling.

“Mr. Hollis, I will go out with you. But if there are any tricks to this date, I will tear you into shreds.” She stated leaning in also. Her mind is all over the place, she can’t understand why she said yes, or why his cologne smells so good.

The guy stood up and gave a shy wave, “I must get going then, I’ll find you more presents!” He said but Y/n halted him and asked his house. “Slytherin.” He said smirking and waving goodbye again.

‘Oh boy.’

‘Slytherin house. Slytherin! And why did I say yes?!’ She scolded herself in her mind while walking back towards the common room. Two Second Years went out of the hole and she let herself in. Walking inside she heard the usual commotion of the three Marauders and students trying to converse.

She passed by behind the couch and someone called her, Lily. She turned around and went to the table near the couches where the Marauders started to eavesdrop on the two girls. Sitting down, she can feel the gazes of the three and just shook it off.

“What’s up?” She casually asked but Lily can feel a different aura from Y/n.

“Are you alright?” “W-what? Yes, of course. Why w-wouldn’t I b-be?” She said fidgeting the end of her top and her eyes darting from her hands to Lily’s green eyes.

“Well, for one you’re fidgeting, two, you’re lying, three, you were in a rush going upstairs, and four, you look like a tomato.” She whispered to Y/n and she shook her head. Lily gave her a ‘you’re not fooling me.’ Look and she sighed.

“Well for starters, I got a dahtesh-“ she accidentally lowered her voice and it caused Lily to get confused, “You got a what now?” “I GOT A DATE OKAY?!” Y/n exclaimed unintentionally and some of the students stared at her, but the stares that never took off her were from Lily and the Marauders.

“You actual-“ “Yes! I don’t know how, but yes I do have a date.” She exclaimed and just buried her head in her hands. “Well, who is he then?” She squealed at the new voice but then relaxed when she realizes it was just Black.

“Why do you care?” She asked raising an eyebrow at him. He flipped his hair and leaned in. “Because I want to hear some gossip from you.” He said acting like a girl, she looked at the other three and Remus is also listening.

Normally he wouldn’t care, but today was different.

“Well, his name is-“ “House?” James intervenes, Y/n looked confused but still answered James’ question. “Slytherin.” Once she said that questions started flying out of the lips of three Marauders and her best friend Lily.

“Don’t date him.” “Cancel it.” “Why’d you say yes?” “Are you serious?” “No, I’m Sirius.” “Not the point Black!” “How could you betray us?” “Where is he taking you?” “Does he have great hair like mine?” “Not the point Black/Padfoot!”

Once they were finished, Y/n was already crossing her arms and reclining in her chair looking at them confused.

“It’ll be just one date.” She said standing up and taking her book. “Besides, it’s Valentine’s Day. Might as well give it a go.” Walking towards the staircases, she can still feel their gazes and sighed.

Thursday, four days after the incident with the Marauders and Lily, she’s still busy with school works but Lerius continues to give her letters and sweets. Nearing Valentine’s Day, she was worried that he might not have anything more to give.

‘He’s a Slytherin for Merlin’s sake, he may be rich too.’ Y/n thought while staring at the board. They are having Transfiguration and Professor McGonagall is talking about Inanimatus Conjurus. She starts to doze off but the bell snapped her back awake.

“I would like to have essays about our lesson today on my desk before Tuesday next week, understood?” The professor asked before dismissing the students. There, she was met with a person handing out a single rose, Lerius.

“Hi! I just wanted to give you this before going to your next and last class for the day. I couldn’t wait until after class because I’m scared it’ll wilt.” He said looking at her and she blushed. They looked cute together, with being Lerius taller than her and all. A few students around hollered, and even some of Lerius’ friends.

“Okay, mo-move it!” They heard someone yelled behind Y/n, it was the Marauders. But only one of them yelled, Remus. Once Y/n moved an inch or two, Remus passed by and the three followed. “They were having a moment Moony!” Peter started following and whispering a sorry to Y/n.

“Yeah, well I don’t care.” Was heard and Y/n just rolled her eyes. She looked back at Lerius and he smiled at her and then waving goodbye. “See you after class, love.” He pecked her cheek and it caused Y/n to heat up more. He waved again and walked with his friends.

She stood there dreamily following him until a tug was felt at her right arm, pulling her away from the spot. “We need. To go. To. History. Of. Magic” Lily said in each tug. Y/n finally moved her feet and walked with the three.

“So, you finally got a date, this is amazing! Maybe we can do a double date!?” Marlene exclaimed and Lily disagreed. “It’s her first-ever date, let her have it. Maybe if things work out at this date, then you guys can do that.” She said taking a seat at the front.

“Yeah, and if things work out on your end too Lils, we can triple date!” Marlene said, excitement gushing out of her. “Quadruple if it is okay with Frank though,” Alice added and Marlene clapped like a little kid.

“Alright, if the date turns out okay,” Y/n said and Marlene side hugged her. She giggled and someone tapped her shoulder and looked behind her.

“So, you are going? Aren’t you hesitating even just a little bit?” Potter asked her and she shook her head, “I am not backing out just because four boys don’t want me to go.” “I don’t care,” Remus added and she looked at him, he was staring out the window.

“You know you should also get yourself a date so I can return your bloody book.” She said and Remus shrugged his shoulders. “Already have one.” He said and just in time, Professor Binns came out of nowhere, making the room quiet.

She turned towards the front and got ready for class. She heard faint whispers from behind, “You have a da-“ “Yes, Wormtail. Now shut up.” She giggled silently and focused on the lesson.

Saturday, she can’t sleep properly last night because of her excitement. She got up once she saw the clock ticked 6, getting a sweater and jeans from her trunk and pulling out her boots.

“Someone’s up early,” Alice asked the (y/h/c) haired girl. Y/n smiled and looked over the mirror to see if the clothes were a perfect match. When she got her match, she hopped in the shower and took her time.

Once she was almost inside for an hour, she got out and wrapped herself in her bathrobe. She sat down in front of her mirror and started applying make-up. She made sure it was very minimal because she doesn’t like make-up. She then proceeds to do her hair and got in her clothes.

It was already 8 am and the rest of the girls are awake. She couldn’t wait anymore so she got out of the room first. But when she got out, she almost slipped from a parcel.

She closed the door and stood outside, she removed the wrapping paper and there she saw a portrait of her, sitting under a tree outside. It was a beautiful painting, framed and all. There wasn’t any signature on the painting but there is a card attached behind the frame.

Y/n,

I’ve been keeping a picture the same as this portrait, so as a gift this Valentine’s I made someone paint the picture and they did a wonderful job. I would’ve painted it myself, but my roommates couldn’t shut up about it. I hope you like it because I love it.

And that was it, no name or anything. She smelled the wrapper and she smelled hazelnut and cocoa powder. ‘Chocolates.’ She thought and she smiled. She got back inside and placed the painting at her bedside and placed it on an angle.

“Who’s it from?” “I’m sure it’s from Lerius, he always gives me chocolates and that’s what I can smell in the wrapping paper.” She said leaving them again and she headed towards the Great Hall.

Finishing up breakfast, she headed towards the library again just to pass by time. “Y/n?” She lowered her book and there she saw Lerius. He was dashing as hell, he’s wearing a shirt and he has his coat on top, his hair looked like he tried combing it back but it became a bit messy, but she finds it attractive.

“Lerius! I thought we won’t be leaving until 11 am?” She asked and Lerius nodded, he drew his attention towards the seat in front of her and she nodded. Taking a seat, Lerius, placed a box down so he can remove his coat.

“I just wanted to stay here for a while, we still have half an hour before we leave.” He said and he knew she was eyeing the box, “Yes, that is for you, but I can’t give it to you now.” He said and he placed the box inside his coat.

She pouted and Lerius saw this. He chuckled and she pouted harder, “I can’t give it to you now, it’ll ruin the surprise.” He said caressing her cheek, she absentmindedly leaned on his touch. She gave him a small smile and he removed his hand.

Lerius stood up and sat beside Y/n, he gently held her head for her to lean on his shoulders and he placed his chin on top of her head.

They stayed like that until they heard the bell ring at 11 am. They stood up and left the library immediately, almost dropping books Madame Pince was carrying.

They got a carriage and sat together. Once they reached the place, Y/n’s mood immediately changed from the place’s comforting energy. She’s been to Hogsmeade before, a lot of times. But today she knew it was different. She absentmindedly pulled Lerius and walked around with him, going in from store to store.

“I think we should have lunch first, darling. We have the whole afternoon for us to stroll around.” Lerius said and Y/n pouted but gave up because she too is hungry. They went to Three Broomsticks and ate there, they are very lucky enough to have a table, especially with lunchtime nearing.

“There’s a sight back at Hogwarts that I like. Maybe before the sun sets, we can go there.” He said and Y/n just nodded. Continuing with their lunch, Lily and her date got inside the shack and saw Y/n with Lerius.

“Hey, Y/n!” Lily greeted the girl and she motioned them to come over. “Oh, this must be your date!” She stated and the three of them chuckled until Lerius coughed indicating that he is not fine with what is happening.

“Sorry to interrupt your date, we’ll be going to our table now,” Lily said giving Y/n a side hug and leaving them. Y/n and Lerius finished up and Y/n can feel something is wrong with her date.

“Lerius? Is there something wrong?” She asked sincerely and Lerius just shook his head. “Look, if something is bothering you, please tell me. I want this Valentine’s Day to work out.” She said and Lerius finally said something.

“I just didn’t like how your friend intervened with our lunch.” He said harshly and Y/n inhaled deeply and nodded, “I’m sure Lily didn’t mean to inter-“ “I don’t like it.” He said with his voice going deeper and Y/n felt a bit scared.

“I-I’ll talk to her later.” She said nodding ‘why am I letting this?’ She thought and Lerius stood up, handing out his hand for her to take and they left the shack. But Lerius’s grip was getting tighter and tighter the longer she held on. She tried to escape his grip but it wouldn’t budge.

They stopped in front of Honeydukes and Lerius leaned in to whisper at her. “You can buy anything you want in Honeydukes, as long as you promise to talk to the rest of your friends to not intervene with our date any longer.” And he turned her towards the figures of Alice and Marlene almost nearing up to her.

“Hi, Y/n!” Marlene greeted and Y/n waved at her, Lerius gripped her wrist and she almost winced at the pain, she just laughed it off and started to talk to the both of them.

“Umm, Marlene? You remembered what we all talked about not disturbing with my first ever real date?” She tried saying it as a way she was joking, but she was hoping one of them to save her.

“Oh yeah! Shoot almost forgot about that! See you around then, Y/n!” Marlene said and waved goodbye, Alice also gave a wave goodbye and they went the other way.

“Good girl, now,” Lerius whispered in her ear and he opened the door for her, “You can pick anything you want, darling.” He stated and Y/n tried to smile, but the smile she was wearing since she woke up, is almost gone now since she’s starting to get agitated.

A couple or so hours later after walking around Hogsmeade, they decided to go back because Y/n tried to make up excuses as her feet hurt or she’s starting to get tired. Which were lies, her boots are very comfortable and they are made for her. She got almost 9 hours of sleep because she promised to rest early.

But Lerius gave her what she wants, on their carriage ride back to the school, they ended up sharing with a couple from Gryffindor house. Because Y/n said she’s tired, she tried to act the part. Leaning on Lerius’ shoulder, fake yawning, hiding her hands inside her sleeves.

She knows if Lily was inside the carriage, she would raise suspicions on why she was faking it, and that’s what she needs right now, someone to take her away.

They reached the grounds and the couple got out first, and Lerius helped her out of the carriage. They noticed it was almost 4 o’clock and there are only a few students outside because the real festivities is inside the castle.

“I think we should also get inside als-“ “Oooor, we can go to my favourite spot and give you my gift?” Lerius interjected and gave Y/n a grin, the grin that has her saying yes to everything today, the grin that she never questioned, the grin that made her shut up.

“O-okay.” She whispered and Lerius pulled her away, bringing her towards a tree near the lake. He sat her down on a blanket. It was a beautiful sight and she smiled knowing this is too peaceful for anything to ruin it.

But she thought too soon.

“So, about this gift,” He started and Y/n moved to look at him, he took out the box and moved closer to Y/n. He opened it to reveal a ring, Y/n stood up and Lerius looked at her.

“Why what’s wrong?’ “I-I have to go.” She tried to speak up but her throat wouldn’t let her. “No, sit down here, darling.” “Please I-“ “SIT. DOWN.” It came out as a threat now. She was scared but she doesn’t want to stay anymore.

“Fine! I’ll stand up!” He exclaimed and acted like it was Y/n’s fault now. “Now, this ring, it was my mother’s. She gave it to me to give it to someone.” Y/n already know where this is going, “It’s a promise ring,” She started to feel upset and wanted to run, but she’s scared to pull a string on Lerius to make him angry.

“And I promise that I will love you, take care of you. As long as you stay with me.” He said removing the ring and grabbing Y/n’s hand. “N-no!” She exclaimed taking her hand back but Lerius’ grip is stronger. When he got the ring to her finger, he tried to kiss her. Holding both the sides of her face and leaning in. Y/n slapped Lerius and to her luck, it was strong enough for him to bring his hand up to his cheek to caress the impact. She tried to run but Lerius ran faster than her, he got a hold of her but before he could carry her back, a group of boys started to come after Lerius and a punch was thrown at his face.

She sat on the ground trying to get away from the scene, she heard Professor McGonagall screaming at the people and other boys from Gryffindor and Slytherin started to break them up.

“Black! Lupin! What in Merlin’s beard got you two just to punch Mr. Lerius here?!” She asked and Peter got out of the other’s hold to explain everything to the professor.

“He was forcing Y/n to do something she didn’t want!” He exclaimed and Lerius turned to the stout boy in fury, “I did no such thing! We were just flirting and you four imbeciles took the wrong message!” He exclaimed and his housemates held him back from attacking Peter.

“Just because you were beaten up, it means you are the real victim!” Sirius yelled back but Lerius laughed, “And why should anyone listen to you four, you weren’t even in the scene! You four came out of nowhere!” “Well, it’s better to ask the subject of this matter!” They all looked at Y/n and she is still shaken up by what happened.

Lily came to the scene and assisted her, Professor McGonagall dismissed the crowd and brought them all inside her office. She took out a kettle filled with tea and gave Y/n a cup to calm her nerves.

“What exactly happened, Y/n?” The professor asked and Y/n gripped the cup tighter, Lily brushed her hair trying to calm her down. “L-lerius t-“ “Tell them the truth, darl-“ “Oh shut up you fool, let her talk,” Potter said and Peter pulled him back.

“He t-tried to kiss m-me, f-forcing me to kiss h-him. Holding the s-sides of my face and he made m-me wear this stupid r-ring- AH! It hurts!” She exclaimed and immediately placed the cup down and pulled her finger out. It was tightening around her finger and she tried to pull it off.

“What did you do to her!?” Remus exclaimed and held Lerius by his collar, the three pulled him away because even if Lerius’ height is the same as his, he was incredibly strong to pull him up the ground.

“Mr. Hollis, remove the ring from Ms. Y/l/n’s finger at once!” Professor McGonagall exclaimed and Lerius moved far away. “Why would I do that? She’s my girlfriend after all.” “Well, she wouldn’t be hurt if she is, wouldn’t she?” Lily spoke up and she’s starting to get angry too, Lerius moved and held Y/n’s hand to remove the ring. Once he removed it, he kissed the back of her hand but she pulled it back, he gripped her wrist but Lily stopped him.

“Mr. Lerius, you will be meeting the Headmaster tomorrow morning with your Head of House and parents to talk about your expulsion from Hogwarts. We here do not support harassment of any sort.” She said writing on parchment for Lerius’ parents.

“This is not fair! I’m the one with the bloody nose!” “Yeah, well that’s not my department. Go to Madame Pomfrey so she can tend to it. And take a stroll, it may be, well, it will be your last stroll here in Hogwarts.” She said dismissing the Slytherin students while sipping her tea.

“And you four, I can say the bravery and courage from the actions you all did is quite impressive. But of course, you four will be having detention but it will only be a week.” She said writing it down and folding it up. “I think Y/n here also needs to be brought to the infirmary, she needs tending for her finger.” “No, I’m fine Professor, but thank you.” She said giving her best smile to reassure her and everyone.

“If that is what you say, then I don’t have anything against that. You lot can go to the Great Hall now to enjoy the rest of the day, Happy Valentine’s.” She said and dismissed the students.

Their walk consisted of Lily assisting Y/n and the Marauders staying close to make sure nothing will happen. They reached the decorated Great Hall and they took their seats, Lily and Y/n near the front, and the Marauders almost at the middle.

They gave her food but she didn’t take any, when they gave her, her favourite food, she turned it down and stood up. “Where are you going?” “Back to the common room, I guess.” She said and the three didn’t ask further, they already feel sorry for letting this happen, but Y/n is mostly mad at herself.

Walking out of the Great Hall, she can feel other people gazing at her because she was the only one doing the opposite. She walked and walked until she reached the astronomy tower, she sat near the railing and just stared up at the sky. She knew going to the common room would be a mistake because she will be welcomed by thousands of letters at the front of their door or on her bed.

She got cozy that she almost didn’t hear the footsteps approaching. Scared, she reached out for her wand and pointed it out, but she was surprised to see the last person she wanted to see today.

Remus Lupin.

Instead of giving him a remark, she just stood by the railing and exhaled. “I’m sorry.” Slipped out of her mouth and she started to feel weak and a tear slid down her cheek. Instead of kneeling because she can’t take it anymore, a pair of arms wrapped around her giving her a warm embrace. Instead of getting a flight response, she nuzzled more and Remus took this as a sign to hug her tighter.

“Don’t say sorry, you don’t have anything to say sorry for.” He said caressing her hair to soothe her, she shook her head and kept saying it was her fault.

“If I wasn’t a fool then this wouldn’t happen.” She started to sob, Remus kept soothing her to calm down and they stayed like that for almost five minutes. She smelled chocolates from his sweater, his signature smell, she then realized where the parcel was from, it was from him.

Once she stopped sobbing, she looked up and saw Remus resting his chin on the top of her head, his hair is a bit messy but it looked good on him. The scars on his face made him look older but in a good way. She can hear his heartbeat and it was a steady heartbeat, it made her feel relaxed and comfortable. She didn’t realize she was staring until his green orbs stared back at hers.

She bowed her head and she stepped back a bit and Remus lets go of the hug, even though Y/n wanted to stay like that forever, she needs to remember he’s still her rival. Or was he?

“I never liked Valentines.” She stated and Remus looked at her, “Because it was the day when the first guy I love the most, passed away. He had a huge impact on my life and seeing him just pass away, I couldn’t accept it.” She said looking at stars, Remus never said a word and just listened to her story.

“He always gave me a little gift before leaving, and he would take me to Diagon Alley to walk around. He’ll buy me ice cream and he’ll tell me about his day while we sit in front of the parlor shop.” She continued and she doesn’t care if she’s telling this to her rival, she just needs to tell someone right now.

“Well, you’re a lucky girl then? And I’m sorry for your loss. How old were you?” Remus asked and she gave a sad smile. “10, and he was 49, turning 50. But he wasn’t lucky.” She said and Remus looked at her, “Dad, wasn’t lucky.” She said tears brimming her eyes as she continued looking up, trying to fight her tears. Remus was in shock and he couldn’t form any words.

“When dad passed away, in the morning I woke up, thinking he already left and my gift was waiting at my bedside table. He did leave, me and my mom behind. Mom screamed from their room and I ran towards it, the elf was at the front of the door bowing down. When I saw dad’s hand hanging at the side of the bed with a little box in it, I dropped on my knees and let my tears flow down.” She said and sighed but continued the story anyway.

“Mom and I were left alone in the house, with the elf and her sister visiting weekly ever since I came here at Hogwarts. She continued her job but she still feels empty inside. And ever since that day, I never looked at Valentine's day the same way ever again. And I was thinking, 5 years ago today, that I might be happy because I know dad wants me to be happy. But it turns out, Valentine’s is just a normal day. And I tried to celebrate it with a lunatic.” She finished and Remus was still there, staring at her the whole time she was telling her story.

“I’m sorry If I gave you detention and maybe ruined your date today, Remus. But here is your book back.” She handed it out to him and he chuckled. “I didn’t have a date, and it’s fine if I have detention. I got used to it.” He said taking the book back.

“But, what was about th-“ “The other day? It was just to shut the three up about my dating life.” He said irritated and Y/n just laughed at it.

“But I do like someone, and she doesn’t know it because I’ve been acting like a rival to her since day one.” He said staring at her again but she can’t get the point. “Well, you should go get her then. There’s still a few hours before Valentine’s end.” She said smiling at him and he smiled at her also.

“Well, I’m already here with the girl that I like. Besides, she received the gift earlier this morning.” He said and she realized what he meant. “S-so, you l-like me?” “I fancy you, Y/n. Merlin’s beard no, I think I love you already.” He said still looking at her (Y/e/c) orbs, Y/n shifted her body and she’s now looking at the boy who’s been her rival since day one.

Since day one, they’ve been throwing at each other’s faces with who’s smarter. Since day one, they’ve been up in each other’s throats. Since day one, they’ve been making the other one feel dumb. Since day one, they’ve wanted each other’s attention.

In every class they have, they would continue with their rivalry but it was only because they loved the attention, they loved how they acted like they were the only ones in the room. They loved how they would stare at each other’s eyes just to prove a point.

Every mealtime, one will start giving a snarky remark just to continue the cycle. Just to have a laugh for everyone. Just to have the other one going up and interact with them, hands touching or their faces almost closing in.

She realized it now, why she continues to fight Remus off, why she continues to quarrel with him, why she continues to study harder. It was for his attention, all of his goddamn attention.

He also realized why Sirius gave her the book, why the boys kept listening to her stories, why they gave him the map earlier. It was for him to finally say something, say all of it to her.

“This sounds cliché, but yeah we fell for the ‘I hate you, you hate me’ relationship.” She said and this caused Remus to chuckle. “And did it turn to ‘I like you, you like me’ relationship?” He asked, hope in his eyes and she nodded, she can’t believe that this boy that she’s been fighting with is the boy she fell in love with.

He’s the reason she became a better version of herself, he became the reason for her constant studying, he became the reason to wake up even if it was Valentine’s day.

He never promised to love her fully, because he already did that. He never promised to stay even if she was a mess, he’s still there.

He never promised to take care of her, he did that almost an hour ago.

Without being in a relationship, he respected her in simple and unnoticeable ways. And damn, that made her happy. He fulfilled everything without even being his partner. And Remus is happy that he proved to her that he is different from any boy.

Y/n and Remus just stood there, staring at each other’s eyes, continued to smile from ear to ear. They walked closer until Y/n is looking up and Remus looking down.

She got on her tiptoes and Remus leaned in, closing the gap between them with a kiss. A kiss that made her wrap her arms around Remus’ neck because it made her legs feel like jelly and Remus held her waist.

Pulling apart, Remus smiled a dorky smile, the one she always saw when his friends would make a lame joke. But the cause of his smile is because the girl he’s been liking for a long time likes him back.

“So, Y/n Y/l/n. Would you loooove to be my girlfriend?” He asked rather excited because why wouldn’t he be. He just kissed the girl of his dreams and she kissed back. Holding both of her hands and kissed them both, she just giggled and nodded.

“Of course, you idiot, I wouldn’t be kissing you if I wouldn’t like it.” She said and he looked confused, “I’m not an idiot, I’m smarter than you and kissing? We’re not k-“ He got cut off by her lips attaching to his again. And this time, fireworks set off. They pulled apart and just stared at each other’s eyes, hugging her and she just smiled.

This is an unexpected turn of events from all of what happened the whole day, and she’s glad she ended it with the right person.

BONUS!!

“Padfoot? Are you sure the fireworks should be facing this way?” James asked and Sirius nodded, “Yes, so they could see it.” He said crouching to see the angle of the fireworks. A rat ran towards them and James accidentally jumped at Sirius and the fireworks moved.

The rat transformed into Peter and he squeaked a sorry. “They are almost kissing again!” He exclaimed and the two immediately fixed the fireworks.

“No, it's this way, Prongs!” “No, this way!” “Don’t you start to ignite a fight, Prongs!” “Well, because it's this way, Padfoot!” “Don’t IGNITE it, Prongs!” “Wait, ignite it? Okie Dokie!” “Wait Wormtail don’t!”

“What?” Peter said but it was too late, the fireworks set off with the two boys still in its range. The two stood up and they are covered with dust and smoke.

“We said don’t!” “Well, Padfoot said it!” “I did not!” “Yes, YOU did!” “Hey, would you three shut up! My girlfriend and I are enjoying a moment here!”

They heard it from the tower and they shut up immediately.

“Thank you!” as they heard before James wiped a fake tear, “They grow up so fast.”

“Well, if it wasn’t for me and the stupid book, he wouldn’t get her.” Sirius said and James waved his hand, “No if it wasn’t for me giving him the map, he wouldn’t know.” “IF IT WASN’T FOR ME AND MY LOVE FOR HER, YOU THREE WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO PLAY WITH FIREWORKS, NOW SHUT UP OR I’LL BEAT YOU THREE UP!” They heard again and they immediately went inside to leave them be.

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adorablele · 5 years ago

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we’re just friends; l.dh

hello!!! can i request an imagine with haechan kinda like they were best friends in the past and then after a long time they meet each other again and he finds you really pretty? love all your writings!!!!! 💗💘💞💕

↬ pairing; lee donghyuck x female!reader

↬ genre; fluff,, angst

↬ word count; 3.5k+ (my longest fic yet pls don’t flop)

↬ summary; he put the wrong label on your friendship, just like how the grocery store labeled the aisle incorrectly.

↬ a/n; I thought the photo of hyuck was very nice which was why I used it as a header, but if anyone would like to make a header for this fic, I’ll give you virtual hugs <3 also, this is the FIRST TIME I’m writing an angsty ending so feedback is appreciated :))))

“excuse me.” someone tapped him on the shoulder.

seven year old donghyuck turned around, quizzically looking at you, “what?”

you made a face at his response. “you need to go to the back of the line,” your tone matched his.

“why?” he immediately asked, eyes boring into yours.

you stared back. “‘cause I was here first.”

“who says?”

“I say!” you retorted, crossing your arms.

he snorted, “I was clearly here first, that’s why you’re standing behind me.”

you glared at the boy, “what are you a pig?”

he opened his mouth, but you cut him off, “and, the first person stands on the line. you’re in front of it, so I’m first.”

the clearing of a throat interrupted your argument. the two of you looked at the class know-it-all.

“you guys are both wrong, I’m first.”

“who says?” both you and donghyuck asked.

having caused such a ruckus, the teacher booted the two of you to the back of the line. with a glare aimed at the smug little girl, the both of you followed the teacher’s instruction.

on his way back, donghyuck spotted his friends, giving them a smile. they high-fived and allowed him to stand in front of them in line. you frowned at him, reminding him that ‘you can’t cut,’ before dutifully continuing your lonesome journey to the back of the line. donghyuck chuckled at your sulkily hung head and told his friends to save two spots at the lunch table.

“she’s so annoying,” you mumbled, kicking the nonexistent pebbles on the floor, “she thinks she knows everything.”

“I know right,” the boy agreed, eyebrows raising when you jumped.

upon realizing it was him, your gaze went back down to the floor, “I thought you were up there with your friends.”

“the teacher told me to get to the back of the line,” he lied.

you looked at him for a moment. he simply looked back. you pursed your lips, crossing your arms and turning your head, chin up and away from him, “serves you right!” you then proceeded to march away, following the moving line.

not hearing his footsteps, you peeked behind you. you sighed and fully turned around, placing a hand on your hip.

“are you coming?”

“it’s supposed to be there, not their,” he mumbled to you, reading over your shoulder.

“I’ll fix it when I revise and edit,” you dismissed, continuing to write your draft.

“there’s not supposed to be a comma after you,” he pointed out.

“again, I’ll just fix it when I’m editing,” you told him, thoughts halting because of the boy.

“you know-”

“oh my god, hyuck! just give me these comments when we peer review on thursday!” you exclaimed, glaring at the smirking 10 year old.

“don’t use the lord’s name in vain,” he tsked.

“how cute,” the waitress cooed, setting down the drinks on the table, “are you guys studying together?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” you muttered, annoyance laced in your voice.

the waitress arched a brow, leaning closer to donghyuck. “you like her, don’t you?” she loudly whispered.

he looked at her like she was crazy, not noticing the way your hand froze once the question was asked. “we’re just friends.”

with a slow nod, the waitress looked over at you. she chuckled when you quickly looked down at your paper. “whatever you say,” she shrugged, leaving to go serve other customers in the busy diner.

“what if we drift apart?” you sighed, sipping your juice box as he ate his sandwich on the picnic blanket.

we laughed, ‘we von’t brif abarph.”

you frowned at the boy, “chew your food.”

after a minute of silence, he spoke again. “we won’t drift apart.”

you didn’t say anything. he peered over at you, the loud slurping of the juice box catching his attention.

“I think it’s empty,” he commented, taking another bite of his sandwich.

you pushed his shoulder, “hyuck, be serious! some friend drift away in middle school.”

he rubbed his shoulder, the crushed juice box gripped tightly in your hand. he sighed and leaned back. “life can’t tear us apart,” he looked up at the sky, “and even if they try, I won’t let you go so easily.”

he grinned at you, the muscles moving automatically upon seeing your sparkly gaze on him, “I mean, who else am I supposed to copy answers from?”

you rolled your eyes, “what are friends for, I guess.”

“you are not going to leave me to ride the bus alone on the first day of school!”

donghyuck chuckled at the threat you told him the night before, the words somehow motivating him to get out of bed despite how much his blankets begged him to come back. when he arrived at the bus stop, you were pacing back and forth, eyes frantically looking around.

“the bus doesn’t arrive for another-”

“where have you been?” you cried, hugging him, “I thought I was going to be alone!”

“well, I’m here,” he laughed, patting you on the back reassuringly, “still sleepy, but here nonetheless.”

he listened as you rambled away, nerves floating through your words as the two of you waited for the bus to arrive. you were silent when the bus parked in front of the two of you. he gestured for you to walk in first, and you did, planting down in the window seat. donghyuck yawned, slumping into the seat next to you. he didn’t waste any time, plopping his backpack on the floor next to yours as he leaned his head against your shoulder.

he quietly counted to himself, hoping that he’ll help him fall back asleep. when he got to thirty, he felt your fingers brush through his hair. it caught him off guard, but eventually, he relaxed, continuing to count to sixty before he left to dreamland.

somewhere along the way, he stopped counting. he didn’t need to count, simply waiting until you played with his hair for him to feel relaxed enough to sleep.

“hey, are you two dating?” a brown haired boy asked one morning. donghyuck recognized him, the guy sat two seats behind the bus driver. he believed his name had min in it or something.

however, donghyuck didn’t think much about the boy’s name, choosing to laugh at his question instead. you joined in not a second later. donghyuck stared at the boy like he was the funniest person in the world.

“we’re just friends.”

the guy’s eyes flickered between the two of you suspiciously before he shrugged, “right okay.”

“hey jeno,” he called out waving over to his friend who was actively ignoring him, “jeno, come here! they’re not dating!”

jeno glared at his friend, quickly walking over to him, “why does that matter?”

“because you-” jeno interrupted his friend, sending an apologetic glance at you and donghyuck, “sorry about jaemin, he’s stupid sometimes.”

you waved him off and gave a nod towards donghyuck. “it’s okay, stupid is his middle name.”

donghyuck gave you a side-eye, “I’m not the one who used soap as toothpaste this morning.”

“they’re both green!” you defended.

jeno and jaemin were easily forgotten, left to watch the two of you bicker away.

jaemin snickered in jeno’s ear, “we’re just friends, they say.”

“I know you have it!” renjun yelled, keeping jaemin in a headlock.

“renjun, let jaemin go,” you sighed, setting down your lunch on the table.

“so abusive,” jaemin weeped, clinging onto you once he was out of renjun’s deadly arms.

“we don’t know if he was the one who took your moomin plushie, so calm down,” you told him. however, your words went to waste when jaemin stuck his tongue out at renjun, triggering the boy to lunge at him. you looked over at jeno, hoping he’d stop the fight, but jeno remained unbothered, finishing whatever he was writing.

donghyuck silently sat there, the moonmin plushie hidden in his backpack. he went by unnoticed, his plan succeeding. a subtle, sly smirk rested on his lips, one that no one noticed. no one, but you.

“hyuck,” you called out.

“yeah,” he smiled, feigning an innocent look.

“where’d you hide it?”

“hide what?” he asked, tilting his head.

you gave him a pointed look to which he responded with a shrug, “why are you- hey!”

renjun grabbed donghyuck’s backpack, digging through it like there’s no tomorrow. he lifted the plushie out of the bag, lips lined straight.

“aight, imma head out,” donghyuck coughed, bolting out of the lunch room.

“you’re so dead!” renjun screamed chasing after his friend.

donghyuck slumped against the wall, trying to catch his breath. he was almost successful in framing jaemin for his mischievous act, keyword being almost. he shook his head, your careful eyes popping into his mind.

of course you figured it out, you always did.

“well, we have a month,” jaemin smiled.

“yeah, why don’t we start planning?” jeno suggested.

renjun pulled out his notebook, labeling the page as ‘donghyuck’s a coward - things to do so he’ll pee himself’. And while the three of them were busy brainstorming activities for the group to do before he left, donghyuck couldn’t help but focus on you.

you were silent, mouth sewn shut ever since he dropped the news. you wouldn’t look at him, and after a few minutes of picking at your food, you excused yourself. he trailed after you, spotting you in a squatted position in the field.

“life can’t tear us apart, huh?” you laughed, plucking the dandelion from the ground.

he squatted down next to you, staring at the dandelion twirling in your hand.

“that’s still true.”

“you’re moving, hyuck.” your voice was soft, almost blending in with the whistles of the wind. you crushed the dandelion pedals, the tears starting to prick in your eyes.

he lifted your chin to look up at him. he wiped away the tears, cupping your face.

“hey, hey, you’re going to be fine! you’ve got jeno, jaemin and renjun by your side,” he reassured.

donghyuck pulled you into a hug, the pedals in your hand drifting away in the slight breeze. he watched them slowly land a few feet away from the picnic blanket. his grip tightened, your tears streaming down your face.

“I won’t let you go so easily,” he promised.

donghyuck wished he stuck to those words, but here he was, five years later, with zero attempts to contact you. he touched the chain around his neck, fingers trailing down to the jewel with your birthday engraved in it.

(“you never remember my birthday,” you pouted, “so here’s your reminder!”)

subconsciously, he started to rub it, the fleeting thought that this could magically summon you passed through his mind. he shook his head, ignoring all the unpacked boxes surrounding him and deciding that it was a nice day to go walking.

following the familiar tune, donghyuck walked until he spotted the ice cream truck nearby. just as he was about to stand behind the line, a person cut in front of him. he blinked, shocked that someone, presumably an adult, would cut in front of him for some ice cream. what shocked him more was this unsettling feeling that this girl looked like you.

“excuse me,” he said, tapping the person on the shoulder.

donghyuck couldn’t believe his eyes, even when he recognized that scar on your eyebrow from when he dared you to jump off the swing, teasing you that you didn’t have the guts.

(“you’re bleeding!” he cried, tears effortlessly falling down his face as you cried along with him.)

if he wasn’t so close, he wouldn’t have been able to see it.

“yes?” you asked, tone way politer than it was back in first grade.

donghyuck almost forgot why he even approached you, distracted by how the sun created a halo around you. his heart sped up, maybe you weren’t y/n. he didn’t remember you looking this pretty.

“you need to go to the back of the line,” he finally said.

you furrowed your brows, head tilting. “why…” your voice trailed off, a hint in your voice saying that your question wasn’t applying to what he just said.

he grinned seeing the gears turning in your head. “‘cause I was here first.”

if possible, the sun shone brighter, acting as the lightbulb that went off in your head.

“donghyuck?”

“are you sure you’re free today?” he asked, eyeing the basket in your hand.

you nodded, “yeah. I was planning to enjoy this meal in the park since it’s such a nice day out today.”

“by yourself?” he asked, raising a brow.

“can’t tell if you’re judging me, but yes, by myself.”

“I’m not,” he paused, “intruding on a date with yourself?”

you stopped walking, turning to look to your left like someone was there, “hey y/n, are you okay with this?”

you stepped to the left, looking to your right, “yeah, I’m good, what about you?”

stepping back to the right, you frowned to your left, “I don’t know.” you looked back at donghyuck’s amused eyes, “he hasn’t contacted us in five years, should he really eat lunch with us?”

for the last time, you stepped to the left, “just don’t give him the cake.”

with a nod, you stepped in front of donghyuck, “myself and I think it’s okay.”

“lee donghyuck!” three boys shouted, attracting the attention of the people trying to enjoy a peaceful day at the park.

his eyes widened, looking over at your cheeky smile.

“maybe I lied,” you giggled.

and before he could think about the butterflies that erupted in his stomach when he heard the sound, the aforementioned three boys attacked him with slaps on the backs, words overlapping each other.

“where have you been?”

“you do have a phone, right?”

“why are you avoiding us?”

“did you move back here?”

“are you visiting?”

“guys!” you yelled, catching the attention of the boys, “whoever’s barbecuing might want to check on the food, it’s smelling a bit burnt.”

“and-” you interrupted yourself, laughing at the untold story.

donghyuck didn’t mind, he was busy processing the noise, still not used to the fluttering in his stomach. your laugh resonated in his ears and harmonized with the chirps of the birds. it left him with a stomach full of giddiness.

“it would help if you finished your story,” renjun pointed out, taking a bite of his food.

you waved him off, “I will, I will!”

you continued your tale, recounting countless shenanigans that he missed in the past five years like when jaemin got bombarded with pom poms because he accidentally walked into the girl’s locker room.

(“I guess that’s one way to get their attention,” you laughed.

“it was my first week there! how was I supposed to know they were lying to me?”

“maybe read the signs?” renjun suggested.)

or when jeno had to reject a guy because he slipped a confession letter into the wrong locker.

(“what a heartbreaker,” jaemin tsked, receiving a glare from jeno.

“the letter didn’t even have his name on the paper!”)

or when renjun almost blew up the school during chemistry because he refused to listen to his lab partner.

(“he wanted to impress her,” jeno commented.

“spoiler alert, it failed,” you added.

“she thought I was dumb,” renjun frowned.)

or when you tackled a random stranger, thinking he was the one who pranked you.

“he’s my boyfriend, now.”

did he mishear that?

“right now,” you pouted, plushed beautifully under the sun’s rays, “he’s abroad in europe.”

“he’ll be back in two days, don’t worry,” jaemin reassured you, patting you on the back.

your eyes held all the stars in the galaxy when you talked about pandas, your favorite animal, and donghyuck thought that that was the only time your eyes would ever put the stars to shame.

he was wrong.

as you were spewing out stories about your boyfriend, your eyes made him think that he was looking through a telescope, staring up at the night sky. you held a shy smile, melting donghyuck’s heart to mush.

but then those words echoed in his mind.

he’s my boyfriend.

they swirled in his mind, traveling down his spine and coiling around his heart like a snake. it crushed him, leaving a pool of disappointment in his chest. he shouldn’t be disappointed.

he looked at your practically glowing figure. your cheeks were faint with red, your lips softer than the blanket on your lap, your hands looking too heavy for you to hold, but you weren’t his.

“we’re just friends,” he breathed out, words blending with the wind. they were heavier than he remembered, bitter as he let it rest on his tongue. thankfully, no one heard him. except you, of course.

“did you say something?” you asked him, almost swearing that you saw his mouth move.

he blinked, “what?”

you furrowed your brows, “nothing, I thought you had something to say.”

donghyuck shook his head, heart palpitating with your eyes intensely analyzing him. he took a bite of his food, hoping that you wouldn’t bother him now that he was occupied with chewing. and you did, dropping the topic and continuing on about the adventures you had with jeno, jaemin, renjun and- he doesn’t know your boyfriend’s name.

he scoffed silently to himself, he’ll find out later. he’s bound to hear the guy’s name again, anyway.

donghyuck found it funny how he left the picnic early to get his mind off of you, yet here he was, strolling behind you with the shopping cart filled with various junk foods. it was almost two in the morning, but he couldn’t say no to you, not when he could practically see your cute pout through the phone.

you hopped on the colored tiles scattered on the floor, humming along to some tune playing in your head. your eyes roamed over the sweet treats on the shelves, and he chuckled when you pointed out that the aisle was labeled as spices. donghyuck thought it was unfair that you seemed to shine no matter the time of day, even under the dimly lit grocery store lamps. he sighed, especially under the dimly lit grocery store lamps.

with a gasp, you grabbed a box of cookies from the shelf, waving them in his face. “it’s your favorite cookies!” you teased.

he hated those cookies.

“actually, I’m already going with someone to the dance.”

the girl shook her head, pushing the cookies back to him, “who-”

“you got me cookies?” you squealed, appearing out of nowhere and taking the box of cookies from him.

“actually-” his admirer started, trying to take back the gift from you.

you ignored the girl, ripping opening the box and stuffing one in your mouth.

“thanks hyuck!”

“is she the one your taking to the dance?” the other girl sneered, looking at you with a glare.

he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, smiling fondly at you as you giddily ate the cookies you knew he didn’t like. “well yeah, she’s my girl friend.”

and you looked at him with a mouth full of cookies and cheeks flushed red. you nodded, “yep, he’s my boyfriend.”

he chuckled, his thumb wiping away the crumbs on your face. “you’re not going to leave any cookies for me?” he teased.

while he meant for the label to be platonic (simply a girl who’s a friend), donghyuck knew that his classmate took it romantically. and he almost went along with it, but when jaemin asked him if the two of you were finally dating, he laughed it off. ‘we’re just friends.’ he ignored the discontent in his stomach and how empty it felt when you shrugged off his arm.

regret clouded his mind, forcing another memory into his brain.

“my family is waiting for me in the car,” donghyuck chuckled, your arms locked in place.

“let them wait,” you frowned, words muffled by his shirt.

“I got to get going.”

your grip tightened and you told him three words that he acted like he didn’t hear.

“I love you,” he blurted.

your smile dropped, along with your arms. you stared at him with confused eyes and backed up three steps.

“remember when that girl told me that?” he quickly added, the seed of regret growing, continuously gnawing away at his heart with each second that passed by, “she made a banner and everything.”

silence.

you could see through him, you always did. that made his heart pound even more. you were just staring at him.

“I have a boyfriend.” your voice was level despite the wavering in your eyes and the tense scrunch of your shoulders.

he swallowed, hesitant to speak. “I know.”

donghyuck clenched his jaw, he knew that. he didn’t need another reminder that he was too late. he didn’t need another reminder that he should’ve confessed to you before he left. he didn’t need another reminder that you moved on.

“I...I have to go.”

you left him there, surrounded by boxes of sweet snacks in an aisle labeled as spices.

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heyheydidjaknow · 4 years ago

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What is this witchcraft? Me? Not posting after midnight? I’m shocked to my very core. Anyways, this is one of my longer chapters. If you have any feedback, do not hesitate. As always, previous chapter (and next when applicable) is at the bottom.

Chapter 5

“Dude, hear me out here.” You are vibrating like a kid on pixie sticks. You slide your hands apart as if to display written words. “Lightsaber.”

“What’s a—”

“Donnie.” You put your hand up before he can continue. “Imma stop you right there. I am going to take your hand and kindly ask you to tell me that you know of, or at least have heard of, Star Wars.”

“I do not.”

“That is a fucking crime.”

You have been sitting with him for approximately an hour, watching him dismantle a “Kraang bot” as you register for school and start ordering supplies. You are quickly starting to realize his knowledge of anything outside the bounds of science is limited to whatever he read by virtue of his father, which consisted of one book on Greek mythology, one on the Italian renaissance, one on ancient Japanese history, and one on Japanese folklore, or anything he learned via the interests of his brothers. Because of this, he seems to know exactly jack-shit about things you consider common knowledge, such as the concept of foreshadowing or Poptarts or Hitler outside of a general association with the name and emotion of some sort, leading to interactions like the one you’re having right now.

“It’s not a crime,” he defended. “It's just I was never really interested in that kinda stuff.”

“But it’s Star Wars!” You throw your hands up. “How do you not know of Star Wars, at least?”

“Look, you’re saying it’s really good, right?”

“Well, yeah.” Your voice lowered.

“Why would somebody throw out a good movie?”

You sigh. “Yeah, that’s fair. But!” You point at him. “But I need to watch it with you, if only out of principle. Besides,” you settle down, “it’s a very… traditionally plotted story. I still have to give you that lesson.”

“Yeah, but after I finish this.” He pushes his laptop to the side, picking up the soldering iron and moving back over to the pile of metal you know will become Metalhead.

You nod in agreement, leaning forward in your chair to watch him fuse wires. “You know what?” You smile. “I may give you shit, but it is really cool watching your whole process.”

“Hm?” He looks up at you from his lean forward.

“Well,” you shrug, folding your legs on the chair, “I just mean that it’s cool seeing how you go about building all this junk that is just… what’s the word?”

“Untraditional?”

“Revolutionary.”

He has a funny look on his face. “You think so?”

“Oh, totally.” You nod eagerly. “I told you that I thought you were one of fiction’s greatest minds, didn’t I?”

“No, you didn’t.” His face is turning red.

“Really? I swear I did the day I met you…” Your eyebrows furrow as you try to remember.

“You said something about inspiration.” He smiled softly, voice airy.

“Oh, then I—well, it kinda is the same thing.” You rub the back of your neck, feeling your own face heat up. “Must’ve—uh—misspoke. I do that,” you trail off, “kinda a lot.”

“I think it’s cute.”

You feel your heart skip a beat. ‘Oh come the fuck on. Really?’ “See,” you hear your voice rise a register, “that is so not fair.”

“Huh?” The color drains from his face as he tries to remember what sounds just came out of his mouth. “What did I say?”

“You’re not allowed to just say shit like that.” You cover your face with your hands, feeling your heart swell. “You’re not my boyfriend or anything.”

“Wait, what did I say?”

“Nope. Shut up.” You try to calm yourself down. “You didn’t mean it, whatever it was. It’s fine.”

He blinks, very confused. “You sure?”

“Totally.” Your voice is tight. “One hundred and ten percent sure.”

“You can’t be one hundred ten percent sure.” He looks back down at his project, writing your behavior off. “It’s mathematically impossible

“You wanna bet?” You start looking around the room, prior embarrassment now replaced with a desire to win this artificial conflict. “Got graph paper?”

He scoffs. “You can’t be serious.”

“Do I look like I’m kidding right now?” You lean across the table, tilting his head up to face you properly, determination burning in your eyes. Your voice lowers. “I am going to show you one hundred and ten present sure right here and now as a matter of principle.”

He swallowed, face going red again. “One moment, please.” He fumbles around for a piece of paper and hands it to you, along with a marker.

“Thank you.” You smile sweetly, acting as if nothing happened as you start to sketch. “Give me a bit of time and I will show you one hundred and ten percent sure.”

He rolls his eyes, a smile coming back to his face as he calms down. “Sure you will.”

You stick your tongue out at him. “Go back to your transformer while I blow your freakin mind, kay?”

“What’s—”

“Don’t even.”

“Gotcha.”

You chew on your tongue absentmindedly, remembering how much you love spacing out pixels when you hear a notification on your phone. You pull it out, read it, sigh, slide out of your chair. “I’ll be right back,” you promise, heading for the door. “I gotta make sure plot shit happens.”

“You know where to find me.”

“Always do.” You shoot him finger guns as you drag the door closed. You walk over to the brothers, currently engaged in their digital hockey match. You watch, waiting for Raphael’s inevitable victory— ‘Wow, my life is getting pretty damn predictable.’—before clearing your throat to catch their attention.

“So,” you smile, “what’s the game plan for tonight?”

They seem to not understand the question. “Yeah, Leo,” Raphael prompts, shooting a look at him, “what’s the game plan for tonight?”

He paused. “Is there some sort of sport thing happening?”

Your heart drops. “Leonardo,” you ask again, voice lowering, “you have a plan for the thing happening tonight, right?”

“What thing?”

You grab his shoulders. “The spill,” you clarify, voice quiet and sharp. “The mutagen spill. The spill I told you about three days ago?”

His eyes widen. “You said that was happening Friday!”

“Today is Friday!” You let go, throwing your hands in the air out of pure frustration. “That’s why I told you today is Friday! What, did you think I just liked talking about days of the week? That it’s my hobby to keep track of how many days I haven’t died?” ‘I mean, it is, but that’s not the point.’

“Well, it can’t be that important if you forgot about it.” Raphael leaned against the machine. “We’ll just go in and bust some heads. No problem.”

You groan. “Do you guys just have something against planning? I swear everything with you guys has to happen at the very last minute.”

“We don’t need the time to plan. I dunno if you noticed, Y/N, but our ‘plans’ aren’t exactly plan worthy.” He shrugged. “You just have to beat the Kraang out of them and that’s the end of it. It’d be like planning to raid a trailer home.”

You sigh. ‘They’re teenage boys. This is only episode six. Deep breaths.’ “Just… please try to heed my warnings in the future, alright? The last thing we need is for something to sneak up on us.”

“Alright, alright.” Leo focuses his eyes on you. “When is the mutagen getting spilled?”

“Tomorrow. The show wasn’t very specific on times, but some time tomorrow.”

“Then let’s air on the side of caution and assume they mean midnight. What’s the time?”

You pull out your phone. “Seven forty-five.”

“That should be enough time to get there, scope out the place, and be home before dinner.”

You feel the ground shake under you as a metallic clang pierces the air.

That is your cue to leave for fear of getting hit with a laser. “You can’t beat Metalhead. Also, Mikey calls him Metalhead.” You start heading out. “I’d stay and watch you guys waste time trying, but I haven’t eaten today, so I’m gonna grab food and meet you there.” You run out before they can ask any more questions.

If nothing else, all the running has been helping you get in shape. You are not typically the type to take runs, but you also are not typically the type to be pressed to see people. Loneliness is one hell of a motivator, as it turns out, and you were starving in more ways than one. You stop by the first place you see, grabbing some food item with a name you already forget—some sort of burrito, you think—and climb a fire escape belonging to a building overlooking the warehouse in question. You sit on the edge of the building, dangling your legs over the side as you wait for them to get here.

‘Do I like him?’ You pause at your question, mid-bite. ‘I mean, I had a crush on him when I watched the show, but this attachment isn’t romantic affection, is it? I’ve had crushes before, and I’m acting too suave for this to be that.’ You swallow, taking a drink out from your nameless cup. ‘Considering my emotional state? It’s highly likely I’m just latching onto him for lack of anyone or anything truly familiar in my life right now.’ You sigh. ‘But, then again, if that were the case, this feeling what be more familial, wouldn’t it?’ You conclude, whether you are attracted to him romantically or not, it is entirely unfair to both of you to pursue a romantic relationship with him unless he makes the first move. You have more faith in his critical thinking skills than in your own, anyhow. Besides, he acted irrationally enough around April as is; introducing a proper romantic relationship into the mix sounds a bit too risky, especially at such a vulnerable time in his development.

You hear the distant sounds of mechanical joints approaching. ‘Already liking this better than ninja silence.’ You spin around, hopping off the ledge and onto the roof proper as you go to properly admire the metal wonder.

It looks infinitely cooler than the show would have you believe, if possible. Each piece of its hull has a past and you can see it in every scratch, every dent. It wasn’t anywhere near perfect; you can easily see where Donatello had hammered out the shell of the artificial terrapin, where he had had to settle for using concrete, even the faintest ghosts of the pennies making up its chest piece. It was a glorious collage.

You run over, going down on your knees to look it over. “This thing is so fucking cool,” you gush, shuffling around it. “Like, totally fucking awesome!”

You can hear the pride in his voice, the excitement. “I know, right?”

You hop back to your feet, keeping yourself from jumping up and down for the sake of pride. “That is the coolest shit ever!” You grin, sitting back down and taking a drink from your soda. “You never cease to amaze, Hamato.”

“You think?” He sounds almost like a puppy, excited as he is.

“Dude, totally.” You sigh, feeling yourself mellow out a little. “But, more importantly,” you continue, clapping your hands together once, “we should be properly watching the warehouse in case they need backup.”

“Oh, right!” The robot stomped over to you, standing slightly behind you as you dangle your feet over the edge.

You take another drink of soda, feeling the excitement in the air dying down as you look out over the buildings. ‘It’s oddly peaceful up here. Must not have started the attack yet.’ You swing your legs back and forth as silence settled between you two.

After a moment, he cleared his throat. “I meant to ask you before,” he said stiffly, “but how did you know this was happening today? You never explained it.”

You silently thank him for cutting the tension, turning around to face him properly. “Well,” you start, lacing your fingers together around your cup, “remember when I said that the show Leo watches shows up a lot in episodes?”

“Yeah.” You are not exactly sure why he sounds so interested in a detail like this.

“And you know how you watch on cable?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, as it turns out,” you dig into your jacket pocket, “they release television guides, telling people when certain shows are playing, what times they’re playing, shit like that. So,” you conclude, admittedly smug that you had reasoned this part out, “as long as I know what episode is playing during that episode, I can accurately predict any actions that happen during the periods in which you guys have cable access.”

“So, you map out what episodes are scheduled to play on what days and create a timeline around that?”

“Exactly. Not a bad plan.” You pull up a document, showing him the timeline you’ve created with this information. “As long as you guys are on the grid, and as long as Leo sticks to watching that specific channel, I’ll be able to predict the movements of every major player in the series, which means I’ll be able to determine who we can and can’t fuck with based off how they act later down the line, and I’ll be able to give you proper foresight when the situation—”

Your plan is interrupted by a section of the ledge directly next to you to gain a new hole. You leap to your feet, quickly backing up and almost tripping on Metalhead as you regain your senses and hear Mikey’s panicked yelling.

“That doesn’t look good.” You watch the machine starts backing up. “I’m gonna go in and help.”

Something strikes you. “Donnie, real quick, be careful not to run into anything. The technology you’re using is susceptible to Kraang influence.”

“Relax. I got this.” Metalhead gives you a thumbs up before running and leaping off the building, crashing through the glass roof feet first.

You sigh, getting to your feet. ‘Theme of today’s episode is not to rely on technology. Granted,’ you muse, starting to climb down the fire escape, ‘this probably could’ve been solved by adopting a more intuitive controller and having a bit more experience, but I digress.’ You hop the last few feet down. ‘In any case, I’ve done all I can. If that isn’t enough, so be it.’

You hear the explosion as you start walking back to your apartment. ‘He should be coming here in about three or so minutes.’

If you did not know how this would end, you would be much more concerned. As it stands? You know the score before the game is even played.

You wave hello to the doorman as you walk to the elevator. You tap your foot absentmindedly to the elevator music, walk to your apartment, unlock the door, and step inside, picking a large box off the ground in front of it before locking the door.

You walk over and set the box down on your bed, walking back to the kitchen. You pull a Tupperware box from on top of it, pulling a red velvet cupcake from the container and setting it on the counter.

You had died the first time you had made cupcakes. When you had tried making them again from your mother’s recipe, you had found yourself surprisingly unintimidated as you slid them into the oven. Of course, you had sat directly in front of the oven and stared at it during the entirety of the baking process, but you were hardly going to let the worst experience of your life separate you and the most nostalgic, joy-inducing feeling there was. Who else was going to make cupcakes?

You dry your hands, not realizing you had washed them as you pick the confection off the counter. You peel off a portion of the wrapper, biting into the savory and sweet bundle of joy in your mouth. You moan softly in satisfaction, licking the icing off your lips as you walk back over to your bed, sitting down and reaching for the knife under your pillow. You slice the tape, sliding your baby out of its packaging with a soft smile. You reach back in, taking another bite as you pull out a smaller bag. You set the box on the ground, tossing the now-empty wrapper into it and wiping the excess frosting on your jeans, pulling the instrument from its packaging.

Your father had taught you how to play a couple of years back. You never thought you would get weepy over a musical instrument, and yet, here you are, cradling a hunk of wood costing a little more than one day’s allowance. You purse your lips, running your fingers along the neck as you check for any defects in its construction. You crack open the bag and, after about half an hour of fiddling and research, manage to get the strings onto the violin bass without snapping it. It wasn’t an exact replica, but it was close enough that you feel comfortable holding it, feel joy hearing it come in tune.

You play a scale. It sounds like heaven to you.

You put the rest of the trash in the box, laying down next to the first item you have bought. A stand for it would be arriving tomorrow. That makes you smile.

This is the start of something healthy for you. Ironically, it has started with you eating a cupcake, but, still, you have begun to come to terms with your situation. Granted, you have a long way to go; you still have not deleted your social media, wanting to look out for photographs and clips from the funeral, but this is a step in the right direction. You have to believe that.

One small accomplishment: you have kept your apartment sparklingly clean. It is not as if you have much to do, but none the less.

You find your fingers playing an almost lullaby. You stop yourself, not wanting to fall asleep before getting yourself situated. You set your instrument to the side, getting up to close and shelve your cupcake box for future use. You wash your hands again.

You slide your jacket off and throw it onto a seat, knowing you will likely need it tomorrow. You make it a habit to at least get outside once per day, now. You understand that, even if it is not vital, you need to establish a routine. You must keep moving, if only for your sake of mind.

You check to see the curtains are closed, strip, put your clothes in a hamper. You take a shower, comb out your hair, brush your teeth. You do these things consciously, now. You change into a shirt for sleeping, crawling into bed and turning off the light. Tomorrow, you will have to go down to the laundromat to wash your few changes of clothes. You will eat three meals. You will drink eight glasses of water.

You set your phone on the nightstand, plugging it in. You reach over, fingers curling around the handle of the kitchen knife as you slide it under your pillow.

You close your eyes, feeling your heart pang again tonight.

“Goodnight,” you call to no one. “Love you.”

Silence.

It is better than it was. You do not cry tonight, wrapping your arms around your pillow.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” you mumble, feeling yourself drift into unconsciousness. “Love you too.”

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 6 years ago

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The Girl With A Red Shirt (A Red Shirt, part II.)

A/N: This is for @papisully, bcs I just wanted to, alrite? Also, you, as the reader, are drunk as hell in this, just letting you know. Also, the reader is drunk and cocky as shit, so let me live, pls.

Description: Victor Sullivan, treasure hunter and a businessman in his late thirties. One day, he got back from his gig and met a cute girl in his favorite laundry; just to forget his talisman there. And so, the trouble with the girl starts.

Mood for this one-shot: It just somehow went from Location by Khalid, went through Let’s Get Lost by G-Eazy and Devon Baldwin and somehow ended up at Tumblr Girls by G-Eazy. But you know the drill, listen to what you like to.

Warnings: I might get too carried away by smut. I did an oopsie.

“Don’t ask me why,” Sully said to the cell phone he had pinned to his shoulder with his head. He was smoking a cigar, calling someone and shaving at the same time. His mind was blown away not even a half an hour ago and he was actually curious about how many things he can multitask at once. “But Imma not gonna come tonite.”

“But we’re finishing the last pieces of the gig!” A woman with an Australian accent shouted back. She seemed to be mad at him and Sully couldn't say even a word back. They were almost done, after all, and he will be missing during the most important meeting of all. “You know how useless can you be when you get the intel on paper and not personally!”

“I just can't come to see ya tonite, Chloe. I have some different things planned.” Except his planes came to the sight before twenty minutes, maybe even less. He wasn’t sure about that.

Victor just needed his red shirt back, because he didn't feel complete without it. It was his talisman, after all, wasn't it? And a ridiculously hot girl who chewed bubblegum all the time had it on and she asked him to take it off.

Was he actually mad to miss this opportunity? Bet your best cowboy hat that he wasn't.

“You suck my blood so much it isn't healthy, Sullivan. You’ll have to count on Nathan to give you the intel. But I'm genuinely scared of the idea, God knows what would he tell you,” Chloe answered in a seriously irritated tone.

She and Charlie Cutter were usually the brains of the operation, Sullivan was the money giver and transport reinsurer and Nate was used to be the dumb monkey and muscle.

“Why couldn't you choose any other day?” She asked when Sully shouted a curse word out loud. He cut his chin on a place where it seriously hurt and he almost killed himself, when he jumped over a stool in his bathroom while he searched for a piece of toilet paper to stuck on the wound.

“Some plans just come without expectation, love.” He answered when he saved himself from bleeding out.

“Okay. But you'll need to study OUR plan then, don't forget about that.” She finally gave up and hung the phone. Sully finally got the time for himself to have a quick shower, put some cologne on and to choose clothes to not look like an old archeologic discovery.

He settled down on a plain white t-shirt, his bomber which he wore while he was driving on a motorcycle and some old pair of jeans. He looked like a man close to his forties, he couldn't lie to himself. But at least he had some personal style.

And Y/N looked like she was into him, so he wasn't worrying as much as he would normally do. Having a woman of her age showing him some affection gave him boost on his pride and gave him some sort of confidence.

Okay then, he answered her text finally. He was smiling wickedly to the screen of his phone while his tongue was stuck out a bit. Just tell me the place where we'll meet. I'll be there.

Again, he wasn't waiting too long for a response. She just shared her location with him and he was more than kindly willing to see her. So Victor took his car and went on a short drive to see her.

He came on the address that she sent to him after not even twenty minutes, looking at a house, there was a seriously loud party on. He had to say that he was disappointed. He looked forward to being alone with her; he really did.

Not to mention countless scenarios brushing over his head. His imagination was more than kind when it came to those things. Which things, you might ask?

Things like having that girl sitting on his lap in that shirt which was his, slowly taking it off while her smile became larger because she could see the things she caused him, that beautiful pain in his lap. The slow blinking of her eyes while they became darker with lust while she took the jeans off her body, throwing them far, far away. Victor closed his eyes as he inhaled slowly, crawling off his car after that.

There was a house full of people. Full of young chicks who were smiling at him while they sipped their beer with devils in their eyes. Some pop song was on and there were a few couples dancing, making out in a wild pace; everyone could see that they'll be in the bedsheets together in the next twenty minutes.

Victor was never actually fond of parties. Yet he didn't seem to be the man, he liked to be with a woman in private, just him and her, not on a loud place, maybe on a walk or on a dinner. Not even at his marina days, which happened twenty years ago, he wasn't actually a party animal.

The guys seemed to be amused by him; he was at least twenty years older after all. They were all buffed, all young and they seemed to be the funny ones, the cleverest in the whole world and the perfect lovers for someone like Y/N. And he was just there, an old man trying to look cool.

Maybe he was reading to her in a bad way after all? Maybe he heard what he wanted to hear? Maybe she wasn’t into that idea?

He almost turned around and walked off the house, letting her to keep his favorite shirt. But then he saw her.

Well, at first he saw that shit which belonged to him. The shirt showed more and more as she jumped during the dance. Y/N was dancing on the table with another girl, in short, denim shorts and his shirt on, her ponytail was swinging from side to side and her eyes were partially closed as she sang the lyrics.

He leaned onto a wall, smiling lightly as he watched her. She was smiling, dancing on the table and the youth was dripping from the tips of her fingers. Sometimes, she grabbed that second girl, pushed her body onto hers and put her hands onto the girl’s ass, sliding them into her back pockets.

“You're her dad or what?” A girl leaned next to him and offered him a cup of beer, watching Y/N on the table, putting the show-off.

“Do I look like her dad?” Sullivan asked with amusement, taking the offered cup and smiled at the girl. She was a redhead with huge glasses on, yet she didn't look like a nerd. It made her round face cute and it just got along with her personal style.

“If you are, she has an incredibly handsome dad, I must say,” redhead took a sip from her cup and then she trailed her look back to Y/N. “She’s always like that.”

“Seems to be funny enough to me,” Victor answered as he took another sip. He was becoming more and more thirsty as Y/N took the other girl’s to face into her hand, motioning that she might kiss her, yet she didn't.

“If you like her, you better stop and you should find someone different. She’s almost unreachable for most of the guys out here. And, no offense, old pal, but you're definitely far after zenith for a girl like Y/N.” The girl patted his shoulder as she left him standing there.

The song finally stopped and Y/N threw her hands into the thin air as the people around them started to clap. Then she high-fived the girl and accepted one boy's hand as he helped her to get off the table. Then she noticed him standing next to the door. Y/N felt as her smile grew a bit larger. She was drunk at that point; she always was when she was on a party of this type.

Normally, she wouldn't be able to even foreshadow having something with a girl, but when she was drinking, she didn't care. When she was this level drunk, she was able to kiss literally anyone.

Or at least before. Now, she has one particular person on her mind. She wasn't truly believing that Victor will come there to see her. She thought he might not have the balls to strip the shirt off her. But she smiled when he truly came.

“Hey there, washing lady,” Victor offered her his cup of beer because she seemed to be thirsty as hell. She didn't hesitate at all, drinking almost all of that beer. Y/N seemed to be really gentle, small and cute next to him. He was a giant next to her and that caught the attention of a few girls, including the redhead, and a lot of boys. Nobody actually believed that she would be into that guy, but these things happen.

“I'm glad ya here,” she threw her hands over the back of his neck, looking him to the eyes. Victor leaned in, forgetting all about him being a gentleman, putting his fingers into the back pocket of her denim shorts, bringing her lap closer to his.

“Well, you told me to take the shirt off. Who am I to not to listen to a lady's wish?” Victor looked into her eyes as she smirked. He felt the redhead just focusing her stares in his direction and he was really proud to prove her wrong.

Without any foreshadowing, she just leaned in and kissed him. Their lips crushed hard and he could feel her heat just slowly trailing his body as well. She was definitely drunk as hell, but Victor wasn’t complaining. It gave her the courage he liked and pushed him further as well.

“Come then. I’m not able to wait for you any longer. You let me hang on for almost a week and you didn't come to wash your clothes in the meantime,” Y/N whispered with her eyes pinned to Sullivan’s, taking the cup out of his hand.

She tugged his hand as she navigated them through the house. Victor felt the stares surrounding them and yet he wasn't more proud until that day.

They took a short hike on the stairs and Victor let her take the lead. She was looking around, changing short looks with other people. Every second she checked Victor. She was afraid that he would leave even tho he was holding her hand in a tight grip. He wasn't planning on leaving her there at any circumstances.

Finally, she found a bedroom without anyone inside and she let out an animalish growl as she turned around and slammed the door shut, locking them. The music was loud so much Victor couldn't even hear his own thoughts which was actually a good thing. He didn't want to be bothered with his own thoughts. There was no space for rationality at the moment.

It all happened so fast. Heated kisses stopped only when there was a need to breathe, fingers circled in his air and a smell of desire and passion in the air. Only growls mixed with the music could be heard in the thin air. His bomber flew off his body in an instance, just laying down on the ground just so he could feel her hands roaming his body.

Then the shoes and socks left their bodies at an equally fast pace, disappearing into the unknown. There was no need for words, no need for anything. There was only her and him alone in a room and desire was burning on each of them.

"What the hell are you doing to me? Just rip the shirt off, stop teasing me, Victor." She begged into his lips and tried to take the shirt and take it off by her own force. Victor immediately stopped her, holding her wrist in a tight grip.

“You're so impatient, young lady,” Victor whispered as he pushed her and let her fall directly on the bed. “You need to learn some patience,” Sully whispered with a voice sounding more like an animal than himself. He had to say that he really adored that a young girl of her nature was able to do that to him.

He learned how to have his own nature under control while he was in the marina. It looked like if it happened a hundred years ago, it was more than ten years ago and even now, sometimes the man who was working as a marina soldier showed up in him. Especially in times like this.

Victor wouldn't describe this part of himself like a dominant or selfish part, not at all. He just became sure in everything he has done, he was direct and he knew a few ways how to make her scream under his touch. All it took for her was a will to listen.

“And if I don't want to be patient and I'll be a naughty girl?” Y/N asked as she swung on her knees, taking his belt to her small soft hands, trying to undo it with the grace of a horny beast.

Victor held her wrists with a small effort to that touch, only a little push was needed to knock her off on her back, pushing his body directly on hers and letting his face rest in front of hers. He stayed in that position a while, he listened to her heartbeat and the rhythm of how she breathed.

Y/N looked like a painting with her face full of the sweet expectations, she had rosy cheeks and a naughty light in her eyes. Her lips were swollen because of the urgency of the way he kissed her and he felt how much was her body trembling under his weight.

She was sweet like honey and intoxicating like a shot of alcohol. His head was spinning a bit and if he couldn't feel the heat in between her legs, which was burning through their pants, he would stay in this position for forever.

“Then I would have to use some methods which are used when I'm taming a little baby girl like you are,” Victor answered in a low, perfectly husky tone even though the voice was raspy and it was stuck inside of his throat.

He lowered his hands after he made himself sure that she would stay in a position with her hands above her head, kissing her throat hungrily as he made a few of love marks and bites here and there. Victor couldn't help himself, some urge inside of him directly needed to mark her as his, for everyone to see when they left the room. He also expected her to stop him, but when she closed her eyes and panted in a sweet high tone, he knew that he's doing the right thing.

His hands slowly lured over her, unfortunately, still clothed, body, caressing it through the fabric of his most beloved shirt. With a quick movement, he took off his white shirt and threw it all over the small bedroom. Y/N didn't even give him a quick look, because she used her own hands to unbutton the shirt. She slipped out of it, standing on her elbows and finally watched, how handsome he was.

He was in good shape, without a doubt. His shoulders were really wide as the muscles were appearing perfectly clearly under his suntanned skin. He was scared and bruised in many places; her favorite was a light, yellow bruise under his left armpit. His body was through a lot and she knew it; he told her about what he does for a living. It wasn't a thing to wonder about.

“You are like some fucked up fantasy,” she whispered under breath when she touched Victor's chin while he unbuttoned her shorts. “Can I be your little dirty kink?”

“Let me taste and then we'll see, baby girl,” the shorts and panties were far gone now, as she lay in front of him with her legs opened to show him everything Y/N got. She was basically sinking into the mattress, even the little valley dividing her sweet fanny was wet. She was breathing heavily as he watched her, almost waiting for permission.

Without any other things popping up in his head, he just leaned forward, showing his head directly to the place she was dripping from. His tongue was fast, rough and that's what she needed so badly. She screamed to the roof and leaned from him in a wave of pleasure; so his forearms circulated around the top of her thighs, holding her directly on his face. Victor wanted this girl to be his death and that was a thing he never wanted before.

He wished to slowly drown in her dripping pussy, he wanted to close his eyes and slowly fall into the warmth of her lap, letting the tightness slowly choke him. Victor would accept all of that with a graceful smile. None of this was forced. He couldn't even remember a single time when he was kneeling in front of a woman, licking and sucking her like he was about to die and her pussy was the last thing that could save him. He growled into the sweetness as he was trying to get more of that juice.

After a while, her body found its rhythm, slowly moving in the tempo of his tongue as her hand slowly risen up and twirled in his hair, tucking it gently. Her sweet pitches were the thing that was heating up to go further and further, even though his tongue and jaws were hurting.

“No, no, no,” Y/N said in a shaky voice. She tugged his lips from the hottest spot on her body and Victor looked at her with confusion. Was he too rough? Why didn't she tell him that he's not doing her good? What could be done better? “I want to come on ya, Texas. Take those fucking jeans off and just do me good with that dick you're hiding down there.” Y/N leaned in for a short kiss, tasting her own flavor from his lips.

“I don't believe ya that ya haven't fucked woman in the woods. I mean, look at ya.” She said as she sat down on her ass and started to take her bra off, taking it with the shirt and throwing it on the ground.

“Look at me?”

“You look like a playboy, Texas. Your body just screams that you just lean woman on a tree and fuck the soul out of her body.” She smirked as she lied on her back, circling her fingers around the top of the bed.

“I mean, I haven't tried it yet,” Victor smiled when he kicked his jeans on a nearby bookcase. He climbed on the bed in between her legs, watching as her breasts moved up and down. “But if you're up to this sort of things, you can teach me.”

“Fuck me hard, mister Sullivan and then well see,” she whispered in a quiet tone. He mumbled shirt curse word under his breath; he hadn't think about condoms until this minute.

“Just do it, Texas,” she wiggled her hips from side to side with a smirk of a naughty girl. “I'm on my pills.”

He didn't need any other words. This was everything he needed to hear. He wanted to fuck the words out of her mouth and the teasing out of her head. Victor took her left hand in his right, entwining their fingers together and crashing his lips into hers as he slowly buried himself inside of her. No words were needed at that moment. It was just the two of them, breathing, sighing of a high woman and animal man growls and the song downstairs just slowing down and thrifting into another one.

He wasn't gentle with her at all. He was bouncing into her in a rough, quick tempo, he wasn't holding back anything. She was moaning his name with grace and gratefulness, being completely full of his dick. One of their hand was entwined with each other, holding each other in a tight grip, the second one was holding on the headboard od the bed, trying to hold it tightly from moving.

They were already heard all over the second floor and they knew that, but nothing could stop them at that point.

Her little valley was burning hot and wetter than Niagaras, her boobs were jumping in the tempo which their bodies were moving in. She tilted her head backward, closing her eyes with a sweet symphony out of her mouth. Victor leaned into her throat and started to bite into the tight, firm skin she got there.

They weren't too far from achieving the heights of orgasm. At one point it seemed that she wasn’t able to even breathe as she whined and shaken bit, holding him close by putting her leg on his waist. He could feel her little sanctuary where he was buried tightening in light vibrations at first, just as those words escaped her mouth.

“I'm about to come, Texas.”

And that's what made the bomb inside Sullivan just wildly go off. He wasn't gentle with her until that point, but now he went fully in, fucking her into the mattress like a machine. Her body just moved into his as she arched her back and shook her head as the sounds were just escaping her mouth. They went higher and higher as the closed her eyes firmly and all of a sudden...

“Oh my fucking God, Victor!” Y/N screamed loudly out of pure extasy as her body shaken firmly, she held him in her arms as he continued on fucking her to release himself; now holding the head of the bed in his arms as the sweat was pouring from him onto her skin.

Y/N was lucky enough to find a new level of ecstasy with him. Normally, the guys stopped when she was done, just handling their boners on their own; but Victor wasn't that kind of guy. He wanted to mark even on the place where no-one could see it. Her pussy was wet and handling him so good that he hadn't got any reason to stop until he felt, how the energy is released from him.

Then, after all of that, he slowly put his forehead on hers, trying to catch his breath. He didn't even notice how wet both of them are because of the sweat and how red her cheeks were. She was still holding his back, trembling a bit, her eyes were closed. She held herself close to him, her pussy was holding his dick, her thighs were holding his waist and her hands were on his back.

He could finally see what he caused to her - the left side of her neck was practically violet, full of bloody love marks and bites; there were a few on the other side of her neck as well, but not as much as on the other side.

“Are you alright, baby girl?” His palm slowly smoothed her wet hair, definitely released from the ponytail.

“I've never experienced anything as good as this, Texas,” Y/N said quietly as she kissed him slowly, with that tender, post-sex passion. Sully slowly crawled out of her body, lying next to her, watching her slowly turning to lay on her belly.

“So you asked if you could be my kink, did you?” Sully trailed his hand from her shoulder to her waist, gently caressing the skin of per perfectly shaped bum. She nodded, smiling into her forearms. “I'm sure you can. But what now?”

“What about just take the clothes on and leaving this place together? Take me wherever ya want, Texas.” She sat, searching for her panties and denim shorts.

“God. I want to fuck you again as soon as I can.” Sully whispered as she slowly put her bra on, hiding it underneath his white t-shirt and that motorcycle bomber. Her hair was all around her face in long waves and she was smiling, still having rosy cheeks and sweaty forehead.

“So come on, we’ll see what we can do about that.” She tried to speed him up while he was taking his boxers and jeans on. When he was all tidily done, she took his hand in hers, taking him out of the house. Sullivan couldn't describe the pride when she moved her hair so every single person could see her marks. She showed them as war scars, she wore them proudly.

So they left together that day. And the days after as well.

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sunnyborabora · 6 years ago

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Right decision Chanyeol x Reader

Park Chanyeol is a cute boy. A cute boy that has a huge crush on you for some reason. When you walk on him playing the guitar one day, you see it as an opportunity to get closer to him. Little you know, playing around with the boy is going to lead to something you did not expected.

Genre: Highschool Au, Mostly Fluff, a tiny bit of angst, and some smut at the end

Warning: The two main characters are under 18 but they still doing stuff (don’t know if it’s a warning but..), scene of bullying but everything is fine in the end.

Hey my babies what’s up? Nothing new for me, still very late lmao... And it’s not even a thing I planed? I don’t know honestly... A friend of mine wanted this so I wrote it and here it is. I thought it was cute so here we are. Ps: I saw BTS live and Yoongi smiled at me and Hoseok threw us water zldbsqjbqbfmakjfg

You knew he was watching you. At first, you weren't really paying attention, because you just weren't the type to care but one day when you bumped into him in the hallway, and he legit ran away from you blushing like crazy that you started to be curious. Some days later you learn that is name was Park Chanyeol and that he was in sophomore year. You had never seen him before because sophomore and Junior weren't mixing and even if you kinda were a social butterfly you were usually with the same people not really looking for other friends. But here you were, eating your plate quietly as you were supposed to listen to one of your friend story. But you only had eyes for Park Chanyeol. One of the most satisfying thing was to look at him until he started to squirm in his seat. He was never holding your gaze anyway so what could you do. And it was funny to see him avoiding your gaze, his long finger picking at the hole in his distress jeans, trying to cover himself with his long hair. That boy for sure was shy. « Stop torturing that poor boy... » You turned around to see your friend looking at you a disapproving look on her face. You smiled swallowing a bite of your lunch. « I am not torturing him... -If he could disappear in thin air, he would have already disappeared, stop teasing him. -He is cute. -He is young. -One year younger... -Still... » You finally left for your next class without a glance for the boy. Your day passed and was without a surprise, boring. Why did you even choose to follow those classes ? Your only consolation was that you were supposed to meet up with a friend to go to the cinema later. You finally left your classroom, putting your coat on and leaving. When you arrived at the classroom there were no friend in sight. You checked your phone, and saw that you had no texts. Sighting, you decided to enter the room to see if someone could tell you were your friend was, and this was when you heard it. Someone was playing the guitar. It was a soft, melodious. He was sitting on a chair ; in the middle of the room, his lean body bend over a little, his long lags crossed. He wasn't facing you, and as much as you were feeling like a spy, you couldn't bear to turn around and leave. Even more when he started to sing. Already deep, sultry voice, soft like velvet, was giving you the chills. As you were fixing him, clenching your phone in your hands, you understood that the only thing that was anchoring you to the ground, connecting you to that reality, was Park Chanyeol voice. You close your eyes, savoring every word, every note, that were rolling off of his tongue and fingers. « N-Noona... » You had not heard him turn around and you jolted a bit at the sound of his voice. You should have excuse yourself, find an excuse but the only thing that came out was : « It was beautiful... You have a lot of talent Chanyeol... » The boy was watching you, wide-eyed as much as possible, his mouth gaping like a fish. « Noona... What are you doing here ? -I was waiting for a friend when I heard you... I couldn't help it I am sorry if I bothered you... » He simply stood up, and started to pack his stuff. You approached him slowly like he was going to run away if you were too brutal. « (y/f/n) Noona is in the back room, she is arranging some papers. You can wait for her outside... -I don't really want to wait outside... In fact, I would like to talk to you about something. » He tensed up instantly, and you thought you could see his hands shaking. Maybe you were disturbing him, maybe you had over interpret the signs. « I am sorry, I am obviously bothering you, I am going to wait outside... -No! » He shouted. You turned around, a confused look on your face. « I mean... Don't leave... I am... What w-would you like to tell me... » He was looking down, gulping, like he was waiting for some bad news. « Would it bother you to give me guitar lesson ? » You didn't really want to learn how to play guitar. If you wanted you could have asked Y/f/n but you wanted Chanyeol. You wanted to learn more about him, and the perspective of finding yourself in a room with Chanyeol again, him singing and playing the guitar and you just listening was marvelous. « You... would like me to teach you... To play the guitar ? Why me? Why not your friend ? » Because I want you. « Ah ah well you see she is not a really good teacher... » He simply nodded. And for the first you could really admired him. His long brown hair were hiding a part of his face, his beautiful eyes were looking at the ground, he was chewing on his thick bottom lip. He was beautiful, so elegant, and cute at the same time. Even if he was towering over you by his height, the boy was tall, he looked small in his oversized black hoodie. So small you wanted to brush his hair and cuddle him. « I wouldn't mind... -Really ? » He turned around but nodded quickly. You were happy, and before he could back off and run away you scribbled your number on a piece of paper. « This is my number, text me when you are free, and we'll settle a date ». You choose your word wisely, because the boy nodded again clenching in his hand the little piece of paper. « Sorry, Y/n I was doing some stuff... Oh Chan you're still here. » You looked at your friends for a second but it was plenty enough for Park Chanyeol to run away from you and disappear. You stayed here confused, your eyes darting between your friend and the place where the boy used to be. « What was happening ? » You didn't answer finally leaving for the cinema. A week had passed until you had the occasion to see Park Chanyeol. The boy had developed a certain talent to just disappear every time you entered a room. But on Tuesday, as you were stretching your leg, ready to start your gym class someone caught behind you to attract your attention. « Chanyeol ? » He was standing awkwardly in front of you, playing with his fingers as he was staring at the ground, again. It was the first time you ever saw him in gym class, in fact you didn't even know that sophomore were having gym class at the same time as you. But here he was, in his gym short and t shirt that were obviously too big for him, his long hair put into a small pony tail to keep them away from his face. And now that you were able to look at his face in his entirety, you could tell that Chanyeol was one of the prettiest boy you had ever seen. « Noona... I wanted to talk to you about the lesson... -Hey ! » You turned around to see one of the guy of your class, a douchbag that you didn't know the name, but that was annoying enough to be recognizable. « Sophomore can't talk with Junior, back off... » What ?! Chanyeol looked panicked, his lips draw in a thin line. « Sorry, heuuu, what's your name again ? » The dude started looking at you, raising a brow. « Very funny Y/n ». He put his hand on your shoulder. « Don't talk to him and if he wants to talk to me this is none of your business okay. » You shrugged him off. At this moment you professor called for your class. « Just call me okay » you smiled at the younger boy who was looking at you his mouth gaping. Your sport session had been horrific. You didn't hate sports but for sure you weren't made for it. It confirmed itself even more when you received the Dutch ball with your face. Lending on the ground you weren't sure of what was happening. « Y/n ! Oh my god girl I am so sorry ! -You fucking traitor -I am sorry ! But seriously you suck at this game. » And it was why you were sitting in the nursery, a ball of cotton in one of your nostril, your head buzzing like crazy. The nurse didn't let go of you for an hour, until you finally had the authorization to return to class. You were feeling good, not nauseous anymore. You walked back to the gym, taking out your cotton and being carefull not to start bleeding like the Niagara again, to see that everyone was gone. The class had been dismissed. You opened your locker, ready to change into your clean clothes, until you heard a scream. You walked toward the noises to see the guy from earlier, and a couple of his friends and Chanyeol. Everything tilted in your head and you couldn't really explain what happened at this moment. You were furious. You ran in their direction throwing your bag at one of the guy face. « The fuck you think you are doing ?! » They all looked at you like you were some kind of fury. « What are you doing here ? -Bitch, I am the one who should ask you this ! Why are you attacking him !? » They didn't respond. « Don't touch him again, don't even look at him again. If I see even breath in his direction Imma woop your ass. » You must have looked dead serious because they nodded and left. And here you were with a crying Park Chanyeol and a headache. « Come with me, we are going to clean you a little bit. » You took his hands and helped him to sit on one of the bench near the sinks. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and you smiled. « Come on baby, don't cry it's okay ». You took a tissue and gently wiped his tears, avoiding his cut lip. You damped another tissue and tried to apply it on the cut. « I am sorry, everything is my fault... », you said gently touching his lip, it must have been hurting, but he didn't move a bit. But at you words, you saw new tears appearing. You squatted in front of him, trying to look him in the eyes. « Why are crying ? Chanyeol are you hurt ? » He shook his head slowly. « Then what is it ? » He brought his hands to his face. « E-everything is my fault... Th-they are right... I s-shouldn't talk to you... -Why ? I like it when you talk to me. -Noona, you're so perfect. I don't deserve to be your friend... » You sat next to him and took him in your arms. He was so tall compared to you, it probably looked ridiculous from an outsider eye, but you didn't care. Chanyeol was crying, he wanted to run away from you, it wasn't going to happen. « I want you to stay with me okay ? You are perfect baby, such a talented, sweet boy. Don't let other people tell you otherwise. I want you to be my friend ». He buried his face in your neck. The boy finally calmed down and you left the gym together. It was your last classes for both of you so you decided to walk with him to his house. It wasn't far away from your own house so it wasn't setting you late or anything. During your walk he told how everything happened. Apparently when his group return from running, he had seen you being escorted to the nursery. He had been a bit worried so after his class he had wandered near the locker to see if you were going to come back. This is when he came across the three guys. « Do you want to report them to the director ? I think it would be a good idea. -No... I just want to forget this ». You smiled at him and patted his back. You finally stopped in front of his house ready to say goodbye. « Good bye then, see you tomorrow ! -Wait ! I-I wanted to tell you that- if you still wanted to learn... To play the guitar I would help you. » You smiled. « Really ! Thank you so much ! » He smiled widely in return. You started your lesson with Chanyeol one week later. In fact, you weren't learning anything, every session consisted in you laying on his bed next to him as he was playing the guitar. You soon become very close to him. How not to at the same time ? He was adorable, and very smart. He had good conversation and you had not laughed that much since a very long time. You were happy when you were with Park Chanyeol. And this is all you needed. Until it wasn't enough. Because the boy was also really cute, and he was triggering things in you. When he was pouting or sticking his tongue out playfully, you wanted to kiss him eagerly, bruising those perfect lips.When he was lying on his side and that you could see the outline of his side, his tiny waist and his long legs, you wanted to touch him so badly. Not forgetting the moment where you almost kissed, sitting next to each other, so close than your lips almost touch when you turned to talk to him. You thought on your way home that you should have kissed him. Maybe next time. It became worst when you started to draw him, on a daily basis. Drawing had always been a way of expressing yourself, but you were actually never showing most of your drawing. They were all in your sketch book that you considered being your diary. You were drawing him so much, you could do it with your eyes closed. His perfect face, his smile, his oversized clothes. But there were also scenes that were way more difficult to justify. Your dreams about him were so frequent, you almost woke in sweat, your panties ruined every week. Drawing had made things better, for a time at least. You had the impression to be a pervert, that was ready to corrupt a young and innocent soul. But you soon remember than 16 years old boy were not innocent and that after all you only were one year older. Soon the tension become awkward, from your side at least. « Are you coming at my house after ? » It has been a week since you've been with him. You had to be honest, you were avoiding him. Maybe if you were staying away for a bit, everything would just become normal again. But it was hard. You missed him a lot and everytime you had refused to stay with him, his kicked puppy face had broke your heart. « No...Sorry I have homework to do …. -Oh... » At first, he was trying to convinced you, telling you that you could work at his house, that he wouldn't bother you. Now he wasn't saying anything. He was simply leaving you, saying goodbye, and you felt really bad. You were sitting on the top roof with Y/f/n, eating your sandwich, telling her everything that had happened and expecting some advice. « This is bullshit you know that... -I didn't tell you this for you to shove it down my throat. -I am just saying that if you like him, just tell him. You are not in a freaking fan fiction. Stop avoiding him. He looks like a kicked puppy 24/7 it is breaking my heart. » You knew you were doing everything wrong. « I can't just tell him I like him... -Of course you can. Why not ? This is how thing works. » You didn't think you could. But when you went home alone, and you laid in your couch thinking about, you decided that you could never live without Park Chanyeol again. You were a bit dramatic but at the moment it was all you could think about. You decided to text him, avoiding the awkward effect of facing him right now. Would you like to go to my house tomorrow ? My parents aren't here. You didn't know why you added the last part but it seemed useful for what you had in mind. He responded almost instantly. Yes, of course. Are we going to walk together then ? It was the first time he was going to go to your house, and of course walking together was now a part of the ritual. Yeah of course. You couldn't think of anything to say after that to busy to think of how you were going to confess. You didn't sleep that night or not as much as you would have wish and you arrived to school like a zombie. You were tired and had actually no idea of how you were going to do this. In the middle of the night, when you were desperate for sleep, you decided that this sort of things were done on the impulse of the moment, that was obviously the worst idea ever. And it didn't help your sleep schedules. You day passed slowly and agonizingly fast at the same time. And here you were waiting for him outside the high school, clutching your bag against yourself. « Noona ! » Damn. His voice. You missed it so much. « H-hey Channie... » He was adorable. Like every damn time, but this time cuter ? He pinned his long bangs with a bobby pins and was wearing his favorite black shirt on shirt of a fishnet top. He was smiling, his cheeks flushed, fidgeting. « Come on let's go » you told him, and he simply smiled more before following you like a good puppy. You arrived at your house faster than you had wished, but of course none of you were talking and you were both walking fast, trying to avoid the tension between the two of you, but it was foolish to think that it will change anything. « You can sit here if you want », you told him, showing your bed, as you were finally inside your house. He nodded and sat, putting his hand on his knees waiting for you to tell him what to do. This is when you understood that you did not deserve him at all. You left him to go to your kitchen, bringing snack and water with you. You did not expect to find him in front of your desk, one of your book in his hands. He wasn't mooving, reading the page with attention. « What the fuck ». It was not a book. It was your freaking sketchbook. The one filled with image of him, the one where you clearly were telling you loved him. « Chanyeol ! » You snatch it from his hands as fast as you could, but you knew it was too late. He was taken aback, eyes wide, taking a step back. He must thought you were a creep. Obviously. And then you did the most mature thing you thought of at the moment. You ran. Your bathroom was near and you could just close the door until death came to you. You were panicking, heart racing fast, the impression of being exposed was creeping inside you. It gave you cold sweat. « Noona, open the door please... » You took a deep breath. « Why aren't you gone already ? », You cried, trembling like a leaf. « Noona, I have to ask you a question... -Go away Chanyeol ! -Noona... Do you like me ? » You were so fucked. You didn't like him at this rate it wasn't just a crush for you. The boy was the only one you were considering. All the others could not compare to his talent, his smart and sweet personality. You did not answer, hoping that he would go away. « Please... Answer me... » You did not. « Noona... I like you too... » Shit shit shit. « I think about you all the time, since I saw you last year... You were so beautiful, so sweet, so everything I could never get... When you started talking to me. I've never been this happy. You make me so happy. I was so sad when you started to ignore me. Noona I don't think I can live without you anymore... » You heard a noise. « So Noona, please, don't leave me... If what you feel for me is bothering you, you can make like nothing happened, okay ? I will never talk about any of this, never. I would try not to think about you like this too... » He was crying. Oh my god. You made him cry... You could not bear it, and opened the door, finding a crying Chanyeol, who was cutely trying to wipe his nose. You took him in your arms, and tall Chanyeol never felt this small. « Noona, I love you » You were so fucked. You found yourself cuddling a sleepy Chanyeol. His hair were so soft, and passing your hand through his long strand of hair was definitely one of your favorite thing ever. « I wanted to ask you something » he said suddenly way more awake than before. You stopped your action, looking at him, wondering what he was going to ask you. « About what I saw in your book... » Nope. « Let's not talk about it okay... -You're avoiding the subject... » Heat started invading your face as you were getting more and more embarrassed. « Did you really imagined all of this noona ? -Stop Chanyeol... » He straightened up, looking at you pouting. « Why you don't want to talk about this ? -It embarrassing... -No it's not... I thought about you all the time like this... » Oh « That much ? » He finally realized what he just said, blushing like crazy. « It's... not what you think... » You smirked, your curiosity pushing you toward him. « Tell me more. What do you think about ? » He closed his eyes from embarrassment, as if you were going to disappear when he'll open them again. « It's fine baby, I am teasing, but you see it is embarassing ». You indeed were teasing but you also were curious. Just imagining him touching himself while thinking of you was something you could not let slide. « But I am curious... You want me to be honest ? I am telling you what I thought and you are telling me your fantasy in return ? » He nodded slowly. « The first time I thought about you like this it's when we met in the music room. I could not stop to think about how shy you were with me. I thought about kissing you right there. » He gulped, biting his lips shyly. « I... liked you for a while... I could only think of you, touching me.... I was dreaming about you so much... It was driving me wild ». You licked your lips, feeling yourself getting wet already. You wanted to touch him. So bad. But was it the best way? It was obvously too fast. Maybe you shouldn't... « Channie... Would you like to' -Yes » You laughed at his sudden words. He was definitely too cute. He looked at you waiting for you to do something. And as you started lining toward him, he came closer. When your lips finally touch it was like an electric current was passing through your body. You gripped his shoulder bringing him closer. Now you really didn't know how to explain what happened after this. The tension was so big, his kiss so sweet, his entire being intoxicating, you couldn't think straight. And now that you were tracing kisses all over his skin, making him moan, biting his thighs, sucking the skin on his neck. « I have an idea... Like you've been such a bad boy... Thinking all those naughty things about me. I think you should work for it. » And this is how Chanyeol was now on his back, pushing on his thighs to get contact with you. « Noona ! I can't please ! Of fuck ! » His hips stuttered in the air, your fist still not moving, but holding his member like a vice between your finger as he was the one who had to move his hips, forcing on his thighs to pump into your fist. The pink flush of his cheeks was creeping up to his ears and down to his exposed torso. His eyes were closed with pleasure as sweet moans got out of his plump lips. « Channie does it feel good ? You're perfect Chan, so good for me. » He moaned louder as his movement become sloppier as the burn on his thighs started to be painful. « Please Y/n, I can't it hurts... » You smiled, letting go of his dick, as he whined at the lack of contact. « I am going to take care of you channie, don't worry. You've been so good ! » He let himself fall into the mattress, his trembling thighs finally having some mercy. You kissed every mark you left earlier, biting on the thin skin at the junction of his hip, making him moan. You kissed his skin until you finally reach what you were looking for. He tasted bitter, but he was so hard and hot against your tongue. « Oh my god ! Noona ! » He was throbbing inside your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You looked at him through your lashes and you could see he was wasted. Looking at you, tears streaming down his cheeks as he was trying to reach for you with his hands. You took them in yours, intertwining your fingers as you took him as deep as you could in your mouth. He cried a mix of your name and his sweet moans, before reaching his pick. You swallowed as he went limp against the bed. « Are you okay ? -It... Felt good... » You smiled at him, sitting next to him, taking him in your arms, kissing his lips. He smiled sweetly, keeping your fingers locked together, happy but still wondering if you had done the right thing.

You were in the cafeteria the next morning, sitting next to your friend as she was telling you something about her boyfriend. But you stopped listening to her. Chanyeol entered the room with his friends, searching something with his eyes. He finally find you, smiling and waving with his hands. You smiled at him, waving too.

« Ok, what just happened ? Tell me everything... »

You turned yourself toward your friend, laughing.

« I'll tell you later »

Yeah it was definitly the right decision.

#fanfiction #reader insert #exo fanfiction #Park Chanyeol #chanyeol x reader #Highschool Au #exo imagine #chanyeol imagine #chanyeol fluff #chanyeol smut

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i-want-to-rule-the-world-blog · 6 years ago

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2018

I STEAL SO MUCH I CANT EVEN ENJOY IT

MY PAPER FLAT NOW. I USED TO FOLD IT

IM TRYING TO CUFF A GIRL TO MY WRISSZ. THASSZ A ROLEX

IMPROVEMENTS EVERYDAY.

TALKS FEARLESSZ. WALKS WEAKNESSZ

GET A CHECK. GET A NECK. WRAP MY WRISSZ. 4 RINGS ON MY FISSZ

I HAVE TO GET MY MONEY UP

I HAVE MONEY ON MY MIND

LESSZ GET HIGH!

I NEED TO SWITCH UP ON MY CHOICES

IM HEARING LOTS OF NOISES

IM BELIEVING ALL THE VOICES

I HEAR VOICES IN MY HEAD

THE VOICES ARE NOT REAL

GO AHEAD

I LEAVE BREAD CRUMBS

GO TO THE SAME PLACES TO GET NUMB

MEET A STRANGER

CAN I GET YOUR NUMBER

I COULD SHOW YOU HOW IM WISE

MISSZED FLIGHTS

STAY IN 1 PLACE

REACH THE PEAKS OF THE HEIGHTS

ROLLING THE DICE

SMOKING ON ICE

LOOK AT MY EYES

JUSSZ KNOW THAT IM NICE

STEER RIGHT STEP

WATCH MY LIP

DO SUMN THAT MAKES YOU KEEP ME

WAKE UP

HAVE TO WAKE UP IN THE MORNING

BE PRESENT IN THE ATTENDANCE

NEVER SEEM TO PAY ATTENTION

DONT MESSZ UP W/ MY PLANS

SUICIDAL IS IN THE FUTURE

YOU BETTER MAKE SURE

DEWBI

IM PURE

NEVER PAID ATTENTION IN SCHOOL

I WAS COOL

KICKED OUT TO THE STREETS

IM HOMELESSZ

SPENDING TIME ON THE COMPUTER

GO TO SOCIAL MEDIA

A GANGSTER IN THE STREETS

DOING DIRT

SHOOTING EVERYTHING ON THE BASKETBALL COURT

COULD TELL THAT IDGAF B/C IDEC

SURROUNDED BY ALL OF THEM

IM ALONE

HAVE TO WATCH MY TONE

HAVE TO WASH MY MOUTH

GANG

THASSZ WHAT IM ABOUT

SWAG

THASSZ WHAT I IS

UNDERSTAND THAT MAIN

I SAID I WAS RUNN GAME

MINE

TWISTS

IM CHASING THIS PAPER

IM CHASING MY PRIME

IM CHASING A DIME

GIRL YOU FINE

CAN YOU PLEASE BE MINE

FAIR W/ BLIND

THE CHAIR & YOUR BEHIND GIVING ME TOP

GIVING YOU “FLAP FLAP. WHOS HOT. CLYDE IS"

I AM BESSZ

PESSZ CONTROL

NUNN LESSZ THAN THE REALESSZ

BEATING MY CHESSZ AFTER ANOTHER TESSZ

WORLD WIDE WESSZ

LEAVING THE RESSZ

GUESSZ WHASSZ NEXT

I DONT WANT A ROOM

THASSZ A MESSZ

COMPUTER ON MY DESSZ

I HAVE A LISSZ OF TRACKS & TASSZ

THE TYPE TO MAKE YOU CARRY A FLASSZ

PUT ON A MASSZ & TAKE IT OUT ON THE PASSZ

B/C OF CANT MAKE IT LASSZ

B/C OF CANT MAKE TIME GO FASSZ TO GETTING THAT CASH

I WAS WORKING AT THE MALL

I WAS STUFFING MY BAG FULL

IM A MEDIUM

THE JACKET WAS SO SMALL

PASSED BY THEM

ISSZ MY CALL

DONT SMOKE & DONT STEAL

PARANOID FEAR

ILL STAND DOWN W/ A CROWN ON MY HEAD

I KNOW NONE OF YOU N* WANT ME DEAD

IM A REAL NIGGA & A GOLD DIGGER

GANGSTER

GO FIGURE

I EXPLAIN SO YOU DONT HAVE TO FIGURE IT OUT

BY MYSELF (I YELL. SCREAM. AND SHOUT.)

VOICES IN MY HEAD & MY MIND

NEVER DID HUSTLE

KNOCKED ME OFF MY GRIND

LOCKED UP ONLY GETTING MUSCLE

LEAVE EVERYTHING BEHIND

IM A KING IN A CASTLE

FREE UP

I HAVE THINGS TO DO OUSSZIDE

GET MY MONEY UP

THEYRE PAID & IMMA RIDE

KEEP THE CHANGE

I RUN UP & SHOOT YOU CLOSE RANGE

POKING ONCE YOU PISSZ ME OFF

MELEE

I NEED ME ANOTHER ONE

FIRSSZ ARRESSZ I COULD COUGH

CRIP WAS SMOKING CRACK

GANGSTER GOON IS SOFT

THEYRE SAYING I STAY ON TRACK

MISSZ THE TRAIN W/ ME BABY

WHASSZ YOUR NAME

YOURE A DIME GIRL YOU FINE

WHASSZ YOUR SIGN

READ YOUR HOROSCOPES

I F* W/ THE GOAT

GANGSTER RAP HIP HOP

WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LISSZEN TO

I DONT HAVE A CLUE

OKAY ILL STAY AWAY FROM YOU

TAKE CARE OF MYSELF B/C I AINT GETTING NO HELP FROM NOBODY

NO BODIES

ACHOO

DONT LET ME CATCH YOU W/ A BAT

I HANG UPSIDE DOWN IN A CAVE

CHEWING ON YOUR CHEESE LIKE A RAT

I DONT EVEN WAVE

JUSSZ TELL ME WHATCHU WANT

ILL BE BLUNT

GIVE YOU MY MONEY IN A MONTH

I WAS NEVER LOYAL TO THE FAMILY

I WANT TO BE LOYAL TO THE FAMILY

CATCH ME STRONG B/C I AINT HAVING IT

COMFORTABLE SITUATIONS HAVE TO WAIT

AND YOU CAN PLAN IT TOO

IM W/ THE CREW. NO CAP

IM BOUT TO SWEEP W/ A BROOM

PUSH UPS RUN LAPS ON THE MAP OF THE ROOM ISSZ A CELL

CHARGING MY CELLPHONE WHEN I GO HOME

THE STREETS IS HELL

IM A BUM W/ A PUN & A GUN

THIS IS NOT FOR FUN

ISSZ NOT EVEN A JOKE

IM SERIOUS AS HELL & YOU CAN TRUSSZ ME (I WONT TELL.)

GO HARD OR GO HOME

IM NOT DOING THIS ALONE

TRYING TO HOLLA IS A JOKE

CATCH ME SLIPPING WHEN IM BROKE

I HAVE A GIRL & A WIFE

POKE W/ A KNIFE IF YOU TOUCH THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

GIRL I CANT TAKE MY EYES OFF OF YOU

WHY CANT YOU STAY

ISSZ EARLY & I PLAY

LIGHTS OUT (I HAVE TO WORK HARD.)

QUIT PLAYING B/C OF WHERE YOURE HEADED TOWARDS

STARTED FROM THE BOTTOM & IM GOING UP

TO THE TOP OF THE FOOD CHAIN

IM A TOP DOG. BALL HOG

TAGALOG. PURE FILIPINO

CANADIAN COMBO

ONLY ONES TO BE FORBIDDEN

THE ISLANDS & THE RED

EASSZ GANG

SPOILED BRAT

YAKIF!

DONT CRY. DONT BE SCARED

NOBODY EVEN DARED TO TOUCH ANY OF MY B*

YOURE DEAD IF IM YOUR B* B/C IM KING REYYZ & LFE

RUN TLF (THE LORDS OF FIGHTING.)

IM THE BESSZ AT TYPING

IM THE BESSZ AT ACTING

LIVE & THE REACTION

“DONT DO NUNN UNNECESSARY."

I FOUND THE GIRL I WANT TO MARRY

LESSZ HAVE A BABY

ILL GET EVERYTHING READY

& ILL WAIT FOR YOU TO SHOW UP IN MY LIFE AGAIN

IM TAKING THE TOP

KEEP CHEESE

DONT EAT

"SMOKE YOU LIKE TOP PAPER."

DONT GO IN THE WATER

GET SLASHES

DRIP LIKE A SPLASH

DROP FOR THE CASH

SWISH* "THATS A BASKET!”

FLICK OF THE WRISSZ

IM A GANGSTER FROM THE COMPUTER TO THE STREETS

PUT ME ON A BEAT. IM RAPPING

WHASSZ HAPPENN

“IM FROM THE SOUTH WHERE ISSZ COLD LIKE THE NORTH POLE*"

TORONTO, ONTARIO, CDN $$$ TO THE PISO

PAY SHENS. ILL BE PATIENT

BEFORE I WAS

ISSZ ALL I KNOW WHAT TO DO

JUSSZ KNOW THAT I HAS

IM A TRUE FAKE

I DONT WANT BEEF

IM A THIEF

USER

I WANT TO BE A PLAYER IF LIFE IS A GAME

IM A BEASSZ. IM NOT TAMED

IM HERE TO PROTECT & SERVE

F* WHATCHU HEARD

FOLLOW THE SYSTEM & OBEY THE LAW

10 COMMANDMENTS

I BELIEVE IN GOD LIKE A CHRISTIAN

ON A MISSZION LIKE A SOLDIER

I WOULD GO TO HER

IM GOING TO HIM

I KNOW ABOUT HIM

LET THERE BE LIGHT IS DIM

BLIND FROM A BEAM

SHINE

BRING ME MINE

IM ON MY HUSSZLE & MY GRIND

IM LEAVING MY NAME BEHIND

I NEED A BIRTH CERTIFICATE

I ONLY SEE 1 PLATE ON THE TABLE

IM READY FOR BATTLE

LESSZ FIGHT

GOODNIGHT

CANT SLEEP

TRYNA RUN LIKE THE BEEP TESSZ

MARCHING IN THE EASSZ

FLYING TO THE WESSZ

ST.E'Z CHS CRESSZ

STABBED TO THE CHESSZ

DO YOUR BESSZ

DONT BE OPPRESSZED

I WANT TO KEEP MY STUFF

IM NOT TOUGH

IM A GOOD & IM GOOD

MYSTERY. ROMANCE. PASSZION

STYLE & FASHION

STREET THUG

SOLD SOME BUGS

HOW YOU SHOW ME LOVE

I SHOULDNT HAVE

IT WAS NEVER ENOUGH

I EVEN GOT CUFFED

IM STILL HERE YELLING & GETTING YELLED AT

I DONT HAD ENOUGH OF THAT

IM LEAVING ASAP

CROSSZ THE DEFENDER IN BASKETBALL

GO FOR THE TOUCHDOWN

IM THE QB

RUN IT UP TO THE CATCH

HE COULDVE DASHED

PASSZED IT ANYWAY

"WHERE THERES A WILL. THERES A WAY."

I DONT PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT

IM RIGHT BEHIND IT

I DONT FINISH

THASSZ LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE

MAKE A WISH

FAIRY DUSSZ FLIES & RUNS THROUGH

IM AIMING FOR PERFECTION

MISTAKES ARE LESSZONS

YOU CANT TAKE IT BACK ONCE ISSZ HAPPENED

I FOUND IT & I CAN NEVER GET AROUND IT

DUCK & DODGE EVERYBODY

THEY SEE & HEAR YOU WHEN YOU GET HAPPY

DONT PLAY GAMES ON A LAME

ACCIDENT PRONE. DONT GET ON MY LANE

LICENSE & REGISTRATION. WHASSZ YOUR NAME

WALK IN A STRAIGHT LINE. HAVE YOU BEEN DRINKING

DONT DRINK & DRIVE. YOU COULD GIVE ME A HIGH 5

I COULD DIE TONIGHT & I FIGHT

FIGHTING TO STAY ALIVE

IM FIGHTING MY BATTLES

TAKING CARE OF MYSELF RIGHT

#CLYDE BANGSOY

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truxi-twice · 6 years ago

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Ok, so...I was watch XIV last night, and I basically had to stop shortly after Billy and Dufresne’s showdown (specifically after Eleanor and Vane’s showdown but...yeah). So all day I’m waiting to get home and watch the rest. But I had to run errands...and in the car my brain just started...doing that thing. Where fic happens.

So, not even knowing how that episode ends, I wrote a FIC OF FEEEEEELS. Like, just...sat down, thought I’d write an hour then go to sketchgroup, but one hour turned into two. Turned into three. And so on.

It needs, like, so much cleaning up. I’m sure there’s oodles of redundant bits, and things that could be massaged to have a better flow or a better impact (not to mention needing to double-check numbers and I also just straight up made up a first name for Dufresne without checking because the wiki will give me spoilers), but honestly, I can’t remember the last time I finished a fic, even a one-shot, so Imma just post it here for now, and maybe clean it up for ao3 later, because I would like to make it nice (I can’t even think of a title, which to me means that I failed to find a good, strong thread and work it through but oh well, it’s a rough draft).

Bear in mind, I’m always picturing Dufresne as season 1 Dufresne and that I have literally no knowledge of anything that happens after the midway point of XIV.

HERE HAVE A BLACK SAILS ONE-SHOT FANFIC

Angsty Dufresne + light Billy/Dufresne

"Leave the bottle."

"For just yeself? It's lonely, drinkin' for one." The girl slid into the chair next to him, casually arching her back to show off her barely covered assets.

Dufresne flicked his eyes over to her, then back to his glass.

"It's fine," he bit out. Then-- "Wait."

The girl, still in her seat, tilted her head, giving every impression that she was desperately eagerly waiting on his next request. He squinted at nothing, doing a quick mental tally.

"Do you have scotch?"

She blinked and quickly recovered, giving him an accomodating smile.

"I'll go check. Should be something good in the back." She rose with her hand on his shoulder, then slowly ran it down his arm. He frowned. "Back in a jiff."

She left the bottle.

Throwing back the overly-sweet rum and pouring himself another, Dufresne reflected that "something good in the back" almost certainly meant "expensive." Rum was as common as water, and ale very much the same. He knew, down to the ha'penny, how much money was in the grouchbag around his neck. It was more than most men coming off a shipwreck and two unsuccessful hunts would have--he was careful with his pennies, both the spending and the keeping of them. But with the change in the winds, it might have to last a while.

He took another drink, almost choking in his haste to chase down thoughts of tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after that. Who knew how the cards would fall at this point. The only thing that was for certain was that he had no ship. No crew. No home. Perhaps when the dust settled, he could see about securing himself a new place with a new crew. Hornigold might have him--the man was reasonable and cultured, and knew first hand the worth of a good clerk. And of Flint's treachery. He'd not hold Dufresne's mutiny against him. Either of them.

Or perhaps Hornigold would be dead. Perhaps Flint would. Perhaps whoever came out on top, there would be no pirate ship that felt the need to employ a skilled clerk who was only a moderately abled seaman. Perhaps he could even find his way to some mainland--not England, too risky. But the Colonies. Perhaps...

The idea of going back to land though. To sitting in a counting house, whose ground stayed firm and steady, whose lanterns never swayed, tallying numbers for a master, with only the guttering of lamps and the smell of paper and ink rather than the creaking of timbers, the snapping of the sails, and the ever-present salt. Of sleeping each night on a bed, not a bunk, with no sound but his own breathing. It was foreign. It required another drink. The Edmund Dufresne who had once had those things, who had lived that life and longed for nothing more was a stranger. A man whose hands had never blistered on the line, who had never worn a shipknife on his leg, who had never sat in a whorehouse drinking rum. Who had never even had rum. A man who had never chewed another man's throat out, choking on the thick blood and still gnawing.

He drained the last of his rum and grimaced. The mug was made of copper. Or maybe it was only pewter, and his mind was providing him the phantom taste. He would have to see if they had a glass.

"I have not seen you here before, I do not think." A voice stopped his hand as he reached again for the bottle. "At least, not in this part of the house."

He looked up to see a dark-haired woman standing over him. She was a beauty, he supposed. The one Vane's men had taken, the one Ms. Gutherie had gone to war over. The one who ran the whorehouse now. His eyes slid away and he shrugged. She put an empty glass down in front of him.

"You are one of Flint's men, are you not?"

"No." His voice rasped in his throat, as dry as if the rum were only a distant memory.

"No? Ah well." She didn't believe him, he knew. Whores had all the best gossip, and a bespectacled clerk who bit through men’s throats like a dog and became quartermaster to the most contentious man on or near the island would not remain an unknown. "When you are here, I suppose it does not matter." She was holding a bottle, he saw now. He glanced at it, then back at the new glass. She smile and poured three fingers of a scotch so potent all he could smell was fire on wet wood. Eyeing her, he lifted it to his lips and sipped. It burned.

"Shall I leave the bottle?"

He shook his head. "No. The rum, though."

"Very well, Mr. Dufresne." She smiled over her shoulder as she turned away. The girl from before was just behind her. "And do not forget. We have more than just drink to soothe that ache." She whispered something to the girl and left. Dufresne frowned. He knew what the game was, the same reason Flint had forbidden his men from coming to the tavern in the first place. There wasn't much more Rackham's whores could glean from his drunken ramblings, were he prone to them. The gold was now common knowledge, as was its loss.

The girl sat next to him again, one hand gentle on his knee under the table. He ignored her and took another sip. When he had been a clerk, his master had given him a glass of scotch with a toast the night before he had been sent aboard the Radiant to see to his master's holdings in Barbados. For weeks afterwards, he had remembered the warm feeling of it sliding down his throat, liquid fire, burning out the cold and the fear and leaving only a warm, fuzzy sort of peace.

He'd dearly pay for some peace tonight.

"It's Maggie," the girl said, leading him into the room. "Though you can call me what you like." He nodded. She shut the door and locked it, then turned to find him still standing in the middle of the room, bottle in his hand. "Ain't you never done this before?"

"I...not here. Not like..." The truth was, he had only done this once before. He had received the same introductory hazing most men aboard the Walrus got, and he remembered very little of it except for hands, mouths, limbs, long hair and sweat and wanting it to stop. He took a long drink, straight from the bottle. Maggie smiled and guided him to the bed by his shoulders, pushing him down gently.

"Right, so. We can do most anything you like, and if not, then I can find someone who will. It's five for hands, seven if you want me to use my mouth. If you want to put it in me, that's ten--"

She continued speaking, rubbing his shoulders and grinding lightly on one knee. The sound of her words washed over him like a litany of wounded and dead after a hunt. He couldn't think...didn't want to think about any of it.

He extracted himself from her arms and reached into his grouchbag to pull out a small handful of coins. Glancing at them to make sure he wasn't about to hand her a truly foolish amount he mumbled, "Do something for this. Something nice."

She smiled and made the coins vanish into a pocket somewhere. "Aye, luv, somethin' nice. I can do that. You just lie back and let Maggie take care of you." He took another shaky drink and put the bottle on the nightstand as he complied. Her hands were nimble on his belt, his trousers, on him. Then came her mouth, hot and wet and unexpected and he would have started if the rum and scotch hadn't already made his head so fuzzy. So warm.

He shouldn't be here. Shouldn't be letting his guard down like this. Not when he had no brothers to watch his back, no crew. Not when Billy...

Billy.

He clenched his fists, his eyes squeezed shut. His breath came in gasps as Maggie worked on him, and he couldn't tell if it was from her tongue or from his own hollow, screaming rage that threatened to eat a hole right out of his chest. He clenched his teeth, feeling again the memory of flesh and cartilage tearing, of hot, thick blood. And with that feeling a wish, two wishes so vile that he couldn't say which was the worst.

He came with a gasp that may have been a name or a scream. It was not a relief.

He lay there, panting and sickened, head swimming from rum and sex. Maggie was mumbling and touching him, cleaning him up, some part of him realized, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He tried to speak, failed, licked his lips, and tried again.

"How much...how much for the night?"

"Liked it did you?"

He started to shake his head, then stopped himself, eyes fixed on the canopy above him. "I just...want to stay here. With or without your company. How much for the night."

She told him. He paid. She left, murmuring that she would be back to see if he "needed anything else." He rolled over, buried his face in a pillow, and screamed.

It wasn't dawn, but it was that sickening grey-blue, damp-smelling hour before dawn. Usually Dufresne enjoyed the quite peace and anticipation of the hour. He groaned, found an empty pan by the bed, and vomited in it. Then he reached for the half empty bottle of rum, took a long swig and cursed.

This had been a mistake.

He should be on the beach, with the men, trying to make some kind of plan, to salvage something for them from this mess before Flint got them all killed for his own ends. He should be...he should be... he should be nowhere. Nowhere for him to be. The crew was Flint's and he could never be Flint's man again. Even the eight others--brothers that he had tried to save, and hadn't that been an agonizing decision, weighing the lives of his brothers, knowing two-thirds would be condemned. He couldn't face them again. For all he knew, they thought he had been party to Billy's treachery.

Billy.

He drank.

He had no illusions about what was left to him. Hangovers rarely brought with them clarity, but now he saw the corner he had trapped himself in. There was no going back to his old life, even if he could secure a pardon or hide his three years of piracy. It would be like donning a coat from his childhood--once it had fit him, but now he would burst right through it, or it would strangle him.

Nor could he find work on the sea, either as a pirate or an honest sailor. He was a fair hand on deck, but that's all he was--fair. And no ship had room for a sailor who was only fair. It was Captain Flint, singular and infuriating man that he was, who had seen the value in having aboard a clerk to keep accounts on and off-ship, and who had convinced his men of that value.

He remembered that day, trembling and pleading, desperate to show some worth to save his own life. He remembered the days afterwards, having Flint's ear, first timidly, and then as he grew more and more sure of himself and his role, with confidence. Flint, in turn, kept him from the fray, listened to his advice, made him feel like a man, not a mere clerk. Sometimes, when the Captain had been struck by a mood, they would discuss Homer and Euripides. Dufresne knew his classics, could read in Latin and, with some effort, a little Greek. But he had not the Captain's gift for literary analysis, preferring the satisfying surety of numbers. Arithmetic he was good at.

Fifty men minus three in the taking of the Andromache Leaves forty-seven men minus Mr. Gates. Minus fifteen in the sinking of the Walrus. Leaves thirty-one. Minus the five in the failed raid. Leaves twenty-six. Plus thirty of Hornigold's men. Minus Logan. Plus Billy.

Plus Billy.

The bottle shattered against the wall. He clutched at his shorn hair and rocked forward, pressing his grief and rage into a choked sob.

Dimly he was aware of the door behind him open and shut. It's fine, just dropped the bottle, I'll pay for it, he wanted to say. But all he could choke out was:

"Why?"

The girl behind him said nothing as she moved toward the broken glass.

"Why him? Why me? Why did you pick me, you fucking bastard," he hissed, head still in his hands. The mattress dipped.

"I'm sorry."

Dufresne bolted up as if stabbed.

"You." He wondered that the venom didn't burn his own tongue. Billy met his eyes, looking unhappy, but determined. Dufresne felt his chest tighten, breath coming in gasps. This was it, this was it.

"What are you--" He broke off, glancing at the knife in Billy's hand. "Ah. Right. The display on the beach was for the men. But you can't have a loose end, can you."

"Dufresne--"

"Do you know," he started, and huffed out a bitter laugh. "When you asked me. When you asked me first. I thought...I thought it was because you-- I thought it was because we were friends."

"We were."

"Funny way of showing it."

"Dufresne--" Billy started. Stopped. Sighed and looked down at the knife in his hands.

"Just...why me? If we were friends, why did you use me for this, knowing what it would mean. Knowing it would come to this?" He gestured at Billy's knife.

"You know why. Out of all the men...you...you were the one who hated him most."

"He killed you," Dufresne half-screamed through clenched teeth. Billy blinked and something....something confusing passed over his face. Dufresne shook his head and looked away. "He killed Singleton. He killed Gates in cold blood, and then as good as killed half our men for his own ends, and didn't blink. You think he cares about the lives of any of his men? He's mad, Billy. Like a dog that needs to be put down."

"Dufresne." Billy reached up, almost as if he were going to cup his cheek, before dropping his hand onto Dufresne shoulder. A cold shock went through the put of his stomach at the touch, but he couldn't bring himself to wrench away. He could only go still, like a horse gentled by a calm hand. After a moment, he raised a hand to touch his mouth, again tasting phantom blood. It was almost funny.

He dropped his hand to his lap, looking at the wall.

"You're going to get them killed."

"Better killed than what the King's men will do to them."

"You get to make that choice for them? You sound like him."

"Someone has to make that choice. You don't--" He stopped, licked his lips and swallowed. "You don't know what it's like. What it does to you. I couldn't let that happen to...to anyone." Billy's hand slid up, to the crook of Dufresne's neck, and squeezed. He'll hold me there, Dufresne thought, with a distant clarity, hold me there like that and slide the knife in. Move his hand up to cover my mouth. And he'll be sorry. He'll be sorry to do it.

"You would break," Billy murmured, not looking at him. Dufresne set his jaw.

"I didn't break," he said fiercely. He may have nothing left, not even an hour more on this earth, but he had pride, newly won. A week ago, he had been a pirate in name only, terrified and shaking at the sounds of fighting. Since then he had killed a man with only his teeth, stood up to and shot Captain Flint, led an attack on a Spanish man-of-war, and led a hunting raid. And maybe he had failed, but he had done it. He hadn't broke.

Billy glanced up at him and breathed out something like a laugh, a weak smile stretching his cracked lips. He squeezed again.

"No. I suppose you didn't."

They stared at each other.

Dufresne closed his eyes and sighed.

"I want you to know something."

"Hm?"

"If you had...if you had just asked me to. I would have supported Flint. For this. Just for this. Because you asked."

Billy's mouth parted, his brow wrinkling in confusion.

"I...I did ask you."

"No. You gave me another option. You told me a story. You used me. You never wanted me to support Flint--you just wanted me to flush out dissent."

"I knew you wouldn't--"

"I hate the man, alright? He's not to be trusted, Billy, and I know you've got some fancy that he's the Messiah who will somehow save us all, but it's only his own self that he cares about and the rest of us can go hang, don't you see that?"

He stopped, chest heaving and blinking furiously. His eyes were wet. "But if you had just played straight with me. If you hadn't tried to convince me that there was something better for us--for some of us," he amended quickly. "I'll never follow Flint again, but I would have followed you."

Billy stared at him, open-mouthed, looking for all the world as though it were Dufresne who held the knife.

"Why?" he breathed.

Dufresne could only look at him helplessly. Billy blinked a few times, his mouth working for a moment until his face cleared.

"Oh."

They sat in silence. Then Billy lifted his hand from Dufresne's shoulder, letting it hover just above his collar before gently, carefully sliding it around to cup the back of Dufrense's head and pulling him forward. Dufrense stiffened, waiting for the knife in his gut. Instead, he found his head pressed against Billy's chest, and in its own way, that was so much worse. His hands lifted of their own accord to clutch at the lapels of Billy's shirt and he felt a dry, racking sob shake his frame as Billy cradled him, one-handed, whispering, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." into his short hair.

He felt Billy's other arm move. Oh, this is it. He closed his eyes tight, so tired of it all. So tired of betrayals and treachery and longing for the days of good honest piracy, or even the simplicity of a life of lawful dullness. Longing to stay here, in this room, in this bed, in his arms, and let Flint tear himself apart on the rocks of fortune.

The knife made muffled sound, falling to the thin rug by the bed.

Billy held him.

Sunlight woke him, bright and piercing. He could hear canon fire in the distance. The fort, maybe, or the ships. There was no screaming nearby beyond the usual sort, and so he felt no urgency. He felt very little except for a throbbing headache and a riled stomach. His chest felt strangely still, like a rag, all wrung out. From the dampness on his face, he suspected he had been crying.

He sat up slowly, collecting his bearings in a methodical, detached manner. There was no one else in the room. The broken glass was still on the floor. His glasses...

He patted his face, his vest, his pockets, almost frantic, before turning and finding them neatly folded on the nightstand.

He didn't remember putting them there.

#black sails #dufresne #billy bones #fanfic #im sorry i had a thing and writing happened it's been a while #this is so horribly self-indulgent #also i kinda headcanon both of them as pretty ace?#tbh it's kind of a miracle that i didn't somehow work a sea shanty into it #since i've been listening to them for two days straight #and wrote this whole thing with 'john riley' stuck in my head #this is their sad story #also just realized this is at least the third 'drunken navel gaze' story i've written #and at least two involved pirates #...i don't navel gaze when i'm drunk i just go to sleep #please somebody please scream about these two bbs with me

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42wallaby-way-sydney · 6 years ago

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The OCs: Vasya Ranskahova-Murdock

Full Name: Vasilisa Vladimirovna Ranskahova-Murdock

Nicknames: Vasya/Vasi/Vas (from Jack) Vasya/Vassa/Vasochka/Ptichka (and many others from Vladimir), Vasi (from Matt), Bella/Passerotta (from Michael), and Yaa yǐi (from Jamie). Typically her friends and family always call her Vasya or Vasi.

Emojis: 👑⚖️🍨⛸🇷🇺

Birthday: November 21st.

Place of Birth: She was born in Kazan, Tatarstan.

Sexuality: Polyamorous asexual bisexual

Misc:

- Her parents, Röstäm and Tanya, were twenty-four and twenty-one when they had her unplanned and couldn’t handle a baby at the time. After much talking they decide it’d be best for the baby to put her up for adoption.They had plans to get married but after putting their baby up for adoption, they break up.

Tanya is half Russian-half Tatar and was in school to be a nurse and stays single as a traveling nurse. Röstäm becomes a technician and later marries Adelä and the two have one child who is a year and a half younger than Vasya named Mälikä.

Tanya finds out that she’s an inhuman with healing abilities when exposed to terrigen mist and she wonders if her daughter is the same as her. Vasya is and is fifteen when she herself goes through terrigenesis.

- Vasya is born Märyäm. When Matt and Vladimir adopt her she’s beginning to babble a bit in both Tatar and Russian. The first five words she learns in English are ‘dildo’, ‘daddy’, ‘magic’, ‘no’, and ‘peanut’.

- She begins doing ballet when she’s six years old because at four she saw her Aunt Natasha, Auntie Lena, and Dyadenka Tolya all showing off their ballet skills and trying to out pirouette each other . She thought it looked like a lot of fun and asked to be taught ��how to spin like a fairy princess’.

Vladimir and Matt allow her to join a ballet class once she’s seven years old.

This is how she meets Marie. They’re in the same class when they’re seven and Marie begins talking smack. Vasya decks her right in the face. It’s the start of a beautiful friendship between Vasya and Marie and Vasya and Peyton.

- Vladimir teaches her a few songs on the piano when she’s nine. Her favorite is Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. She never takes lessons and can’t play very well.

- When she’s fifteen she begins ice skating because “It’s sort of almost like ballet but with knives on my feet!” Vladimir just about fell out laughing while Matt, “Of course that’s why you like it.”

- Vladimir does her hair in a bun for ballet even when she’s a teenager. Matt goes shopping with her to buy her things for ballet and later ice skating.

- She had a kids crush on Piotr and Aunt Marci for the longest time.

- Matt taught her and Jack how to punch correctly when they were small children. His reasoning being, “The point of punching someone is that you want them to get hurt, not you.”

Vasilisa sometimes goes to Fogwell’s when she really needs to blow off steam but prefers going to the ice rink. After Dimitri, Matt and Vladimir found her there more often than the ballet studio or ice rink.

- For Vasya’s, Jamie’s, and Michael’s first date together, Vasya brings them to Fogwell’s. When Jamie asked what they were going to be doing Vasilisa pointed to the ring and said, “Well, you two are gonna get your butts in that ring and then Imma kick em.”

- In her kindergarten class for Father’s Day, when she and Jack made cards for Matt they took macaroni and glued it to the paper to spell out ‘World’s bestest daddy!’ since they didn’t quite fully understand just how braille worked.

Matt cried the happiest of tears as he ran his fingers over the macaroni letters.

- She, Jack, and Nika were all in the same kindergarten class and had to spell out their full names. Jack began crying. Nika glared at the teacher with angry tears and yelled, “You’re a communist bitch!” And Vasya threw her pencil at the floor and yelled, “And a dirty fascist bastard!”

Yelena, Natasha, Vladimir, and Matt laughed so hard once they left the principal’s office with their child(ren)

- Her favorite fairy tales include The Firebird and Princess Vasilsa, Tsarevna Frog, and East of the Sun, West of the Moon. Her favorite Disney princess is Tiana.

- As a small child she really liked frogs and kissed quite a few in hopes that one would turn into a prince. Not because she wanted to be a princess but so she could be rich and live in a palace.

- Anatoly bought Vasya and Jack a book full of Russian fairytales while Vladimir bought her and Jack a book of many fairy tales when they were children.

- When she was two Vladimir and Matt had to fight with her to take her pacifier away. She really couldn’t stand not having it.

- When she was four she had a really horrible habit of chewing on the ends of her hair. It would drive Matt and Vladimir crazy.

-She’s three when Jack is adopted and for the first few months she didn’t like having to share her parents at all.

They share a room and end up becoming super close the older they get. Many say their relationship is unhealthily co-dependent. They both cry when she’s at the airport about to leave to study abroad in Russia.

-Vladimir calls her ‘little bird’ and Michael calls her ‘little sparrow’ because she loves birds. As a kid she loved watching the pigeons fly around and when she begins doing ballet she sometimes feels like she can fly too.

- When she’s fifteen she plays the firebird in her ballet class spring performance. She practiced non-stop and couldn’t stop smiling for days after the performance.

- Jamie calls her ‘darling’ in Thai and only occasionally in English.

- Vladimir once forgot to pick her up from ballet practice and Jack from soccer because he found puppies for sale when they were seven.

The dogs are Lina, Laika, Joan, and Thurgood; a Siberian husky, an East Siberian Laika, a bolonko, and a Caucasian shepherd. Vladimir named Lina and Laika and made a deal with Matt that he could name the other two if he could please keep the dogs.

(”You can name two of them!” “No.” “But Matyusha!” “N. O. No.” “Damn, Matvey! I wish you enjoyed sucking my dick as much as you enjoy sucking the fun out of my life!” “Why are you such a four year old?!” “Please!” “Fine! Shit.”)

Matt names them Joan, after Saint Joan of Arc, and Thurgood, after Thurgood Marshall.

- Lina likes to curl up on Vasya’s feet while Joan lays up on the pillows right next to Vasya’s head. Thurgood sleeps curled up on the foot of Jack’s bed while Laika likes to lay right next to Jack.

- Her favorite subjects in school are government and history.

- Her comfort foods include Jamie’s home made sticky rice with bananas, Michael’s home made ravioli, Vladimir’s ptichye moloko, and ice-cream. Matt made mac-n-cheese too much and she’s not overly fond of it anymore. Matt says, “You are no child of mine.”

- She dates Nika for a couple of months but it doesn’t last very long. It’s a mutual break up but they pretend the other broke their heart so that Yelena/Vladimir will give them chicken nuggets/ice-cream.

Matt and Natasha were so onto them both but didn’t say a word to Vladimir or Yelena..

- Richard tries to ask her out but gets turned down much to the joy of Vanessa, Wilson, Vladimir, and Matt.

He never blames her and both just go on with their lives and he keeps his crush on her to himself. She’s oblivious and doesn’t notice. Everyone else just pities him and tries to set him up on other dates. The dates never end well.

- Ian and Vasilisa surprisingly get along pretty well so when Ian and Maddie begin dating they both go to Vasya to talk about any problems or what have you to her. She feels stuck in the middle when the two are in an argument and has to tell them to just get over themselves.

- Jamie, Michael, and Vasya end up officially dating near the end of her senior year of high school.

Vladimir can’t stand Michael and would pay to shoot him. Michael rolls his eyes and calls him ‘Mrs. Ranskaho’ many times and says, “Don’t be jealous that some of us can run the mafia better.

Vasilisa snickered the first time that Jamie and Michael had dinner over because, “Wow. Girls really do end up marrying their dad’s in a way. Jamie is in school to be a lawyer like Daddy and Michael runs the mafia like Papa did.”

Matt and Vladimir were unamused while Jack had to leave the room because he started laughing so hard.

- She, Dani, and Lucy have totally had a girl’s night of being vigilante heroes much like this. Matt, Vladimir, Luke, Jessica, Misty, and Danny knew even though the girls think they didn’t.

All three of these girls know how to fight and defend themselves and their parents all know that they go out to fight because their daughters are horrible secret keepers.

- As a child she loved going to Nelson and Murdock and playing in Matt’s office. She would pretend to be a lawyer and sometimes play secretary when no one else could get to the phone.

This would result in her answering the phone with a very happy, “Daddy’s office! ... nuh uh! You sound like a little girl!” And a very agressive hang up. Foggy and Matt both just stood still in shock, mouths open. Auntie Marci had to leave for a moment as she laughed.

- In highschool she decides to pursue a ballerina career and her senior year decides she wants to study abroad in Russia for a year.

Of course this doesn’t happen as Dimitri wrecks her life. And once she’s home again she eventually decides to become a lawyer.

Matt tears up just a little bit but then just rolls his eyes in exasperation when she jokes, “It’s because Aunt Marci is the best lawyer and I want to be like her.” In actuality she wants to do the same thing Matt does, put away the people that deserve to be locked away, like Dimitri, and protect the innocent.

- She names her son after her Dyadenka Tolik. Jack nicknames him ‘Smolya’ and the name sticks for the rest of that poor child’s life.

Jamie and Michael have a daughter named Aranya. She gets nicknamed ‘Ari’. And three years after Ari’s birth, Vasya becomes pregnant with Alessia, who gets nicknamed Lia.

- Rebuilding the relationship with Michael and Jamie takes a lot of work and patience from Jamie and Michael but after time, they’re a very happy couple.

- Vasya and Jamie were once on opposing sides for a case and Michael felt the tension so bad that he left to stay with Matt and Vladimir until the case was over.

- She gets a pet borzoi and names it Cat (”After Catherine the Great!”)

Jamie has a Siamese cat named Pringles and Michael tells them “You get that horse and that rat out of our apartment.”

“Don’t talk about our babies like that!”

6 Songs that she probably has on her phone/fit her well:

I Don’t Know by Erika

In Your/My Dreams by Kristina Si

You Should See Me In a Crown by Billie Eilish

Suitcase by Suitcase

Pupsik by Tina Karol

Try Everything by Shakira

#the ocs #my writing #my edit #the ocs aesthetic #the ocs bio #bio #domestic au #vasilisa ranskahova murdock #the ocs playlist #music

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damijon-supersons · 7 years ago

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Damijon Week Day 1:Slice of life? Very poor choice of words… - A DamiJon Fic

Notes:

Heyo! So DamiJon week is here and here’s my meager contribution. So this is gonna be an entire week and imma do my best to write for every day...cuz this fic right here is the first chapter of a series I’m making that follows the prompts for each day of the week. This one is the middleschool au prompt (er, not so au anymore cuz the comics are doing it, but in my version, Damian and Jon are classmates :p) and I’ll continue this with the next prompts and days as much as I can. So yeah, I hope you guys like it, and help support the week by submitting and tagging content! ( Jondamiweek2018, or Damijonweek2018)

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

“Mr. Wayne,” Mr Tomas called out firmly. His tone wasn’t overly pissed as all hell, but it was definitely in the range of ‘you-are-in such-deep-trouble’.

Jon winced as he glanced back two rows to his left. Although it wasn’t his name that was getting called out for a grade-A chewing-out, he couldn’t help but cringe as he watched Damian stand defiantly, meeting the teacher’s glare with a steely look of his own.

“What have I told you about giving unsolicited comments to your classmates?” the elderly man snapped.

“That you discourage my efforts to take over your job,” Damian quipped coolly.

Jon could see a vein throbbing on the side of Mr. Tomas’ head. The young Kent buried his face in his hands as he felt what can only be explained as shame on behalf of his friend.

“I said,” the teacher declared with an even louder voice, “that you leave the teaching to me. Your preferred method of teaching doesn’t conform to our school’s…standards of decency.”

“I was under the impression that I was doing Gino a favor by correcting his mistake with a succinct explanation,” Damian countered smoothly. There was no doubt that he could match the older man’s stiff formality, albeit with a hint of insolence.

“You wrote on his test paper,” Mr. Tomas raised the sheet in front of him and adjusted his glasses, “only an idiot would confuse Steinbeck’s symbolism for the pearl as anything other than greed and avarice. How stupid can you be?” He looked daggers at Damian, who merely shrugged in reply.

“I’m not wrong,” Damian insisted.

“Mr. Wayne,” Mr. Tomas sighed deeply and heavily as if he was regretting his choices in life, “I’ll need to have a word with your father for this…”

“And I wish you the best of luck with that…sir.” Damian added the epithet as a lazy afterthought. “My father is very busy with his work and if you can grab his attention with something as trivial as this, you deserve a medal.”

Mr. Tomas gritted his teeth. Jon knew that his teacher was just itching to give Damian a harsher punishment, but couldn’t because Damian was the son of the school’s largest donor and honorary chairman, Bruce Wayne.

Damian sat back down with a satisfied look on his face. If Damian were anyone else, the class might have laughed appreciatively. But Jon could see how the other boys and girls either glared at Damian or inched away from him. It was almost like Damian was surrounded by an invisible force field of suck.

***

Jon had been extremely excited when he’d found out that he and Damian were going to the same school. He’d fantasized about being locker buddies with Damian, eating lunch with him, doing homework, doing phys ed…everything, really. It was like Jon’s best dream come true. Everything was going to be fun, amazing, and infinitely awesome. But whatever giddiness he’d had back then had been replaced by a dull painful ache inside his stomach, one that would tug at his insides whenever Damian did…well…anything.

They’ve been enrolled at West-Reeve School for two weeks. Two Weeks. But for Jon, it felt like forever as he witnessed Damian’s not-so-simple adjustment period.

On the first day, Damian had been late, and someone had already taken the seat Jon that had saved for him. He’d been looking forward to being seatmates with Damian, too… When he’d asked Damian what the reason was for his tardiness, Damian had said that he’d gone out on patrol and ‘enjoyed’ himself before he was ‘shackled down to the education system’.

On the second day, they were grouped up in social studies to present in class. Damian had loudly protested that he should have been the leader of their group, because he was smarter than any of his groupmates. He had been voted out of the group, and the teacher had let him do the presentation alone. He’d still gotten the highest marks.

On the fourth day, some would-be bullies—some 8th graders—started to put the moves on Damian. It was nothing serious, really. They’d just started crowding around Damian and kind of coerced him to strike a conversation with them, because he was the ‘famous secret son of Bruce Wayne’. Then they’d made unflattering remarks about the fact that Damian’s mom had never been publicly identified. They’d left Damian after that, but the next day, the student body was abuzz about three 8th grade boys who’d had to be rushed to the hospital for broken limbs.

Three days ago, during an experiment in science, Damian had…almost assaulted their classmate Ben Percy. Damian had thrown a metal stirrer at the beaker Ben had been holding, shattering it, and staining Ben’s clothes with its contents. Damian had argued that Ben was about to ‘stupidly’ inhale the acrid vapor coming from the concoction like ‘an idiot’, which could have corroded his nostrils, so he’d taken action. Damian had narrowly avoided trouble because Ben hadn’t denied it, but he also argued that Damian could have used less violent methods.

Jon couldn’t do anything but wring his hands in exasperation, as Damian failed to realize that most middle-schoolers couldn’t throw objects with deadly accuracy like say, a batarang. That, and Damian’s little stunt was definitely in the list of ‘things that will make it obvious we’re actually superheroes’, which included, among other things, using their powers—Jon’s powers, mostly—for anything while in school.

He’d talked to Damian about that during one lunch period, but Damian had given him his usual stubborn replies. Today, he tried again.

“Damian,” Jon began as he bit into his sandwich and swallowed, “could you at least try to not be a jerk to the other kids?”

“Not my fault if they’re too slow to keep up with me,” Damian grunted in-between sips of orange juice. “Besides, I don’t see why they should have an issue with my attitude…I mean, you can take it.”

The pair sat on the school’s roof deck with their backs pressed against the wall of a maintenance closet. Ever since day one, Damian had refused point-blank to eat at the cafeteria with the other kids. This is how Jon found himself up the roof with Damian, eating their lunch, even though no one was allowed there. Damian had assured him that nothing will happen to them, because his dad practically owned the school—which wasn’t wrong.

“Damian,” Jon sighed wearily. “I’m used to you. We’re friends and we’ve known each other for a long time now. Our classmates didn’t have that time. You gotta be a little patient with them...just…play ball, y’know? How can you be a student in school if you make all the students in the school hate you?”

“I’ve infiltrated a school before…” Damian grumbled.

“You’re not pretending to be a student, dummy!” Jon chided. “You are one! This is real! We’re students! And you really should try better to be one…”

Damian stood up with a frustrated look. “You can’t imagine how irritated I am with all of this!” Damian snapped at him. Jon dropped his sandwich in surprise.

“When I was a toddler I was already taught resourcefulness and independence, to get what I need by myself. Under my father, he taught me the same, but also ingenuity, and not a small measure of willpower! Now, these…children,” Damian spat the last word out. “They expect their hands to be held at every turn. And they’re praised for it! Even you consent to it!”

Jon knew Damian wasn’t really angry at him. Damian directed his fury to the sky, the floor, and the horizon, as if he blamed the whole world for its shortcomings. Damian wanted Jon there to listen…and that’s exactly what he knew Damian needed.

“Damian…” Jon stood up beside Damian and joined him in staring at the landscape below them. They could see the school parking lot and the main road leading back to downtown Metropolis. Students milled around the grounds and some of the younger kids ran around chasing each other.

“You know, the whole point of school is to hold hands…” Jon began. He grabbed Damian’s hand until their fingers intertwined, and then raised it in front of them.

“W—what are you on about?” Damian asked. If Jon hadn’t known any better, he could’ve sworn that Damian gulped.

“Sure, school teaches us…stuff…” Jon said with a cheerful tone. “But even you’d say that all the things they teach us in class are stuff you can look up online—or read in books,” Jon hastily added after seeing Damian’s disapproving look.

“But the whole point of being in a place with all these other kids learning the same things is that, you also get to see and learn stuff books will never tell you.”

“And pray tell, what are those?” Damian scoffed, his hand still clasped in Jon’s and growing warmer.

“It’s hard to explain…” Jon mused as he stuck his tongue out in thought. “But it’s a lot like our hands, see? We both have the same hands, but when we put them together…”

“We have two hands. Amazing,” Damian said flatly.

“No, dummy!” Jon insisted, shaking their combined hands emphatically. “It’s bigger together, is my point! Learning together with others is better than learning alone because you get a lot more learning done by seeing how everyone else gets it.”

“What…?” Damian asked, completely confused.

Jon stuck his tongue out again. “You get to see how what you learn is important to other people by how they learn it. Like say, Pete? His family has a farm like we used to before, so when we learned about proteins and stuff in science the other day, remember he said that they grow crops with that? Now with Gene, he’s in the track and field team, so he could be interested in that because remember, they gotta have a diet in the team.”

“Okay…?” Damian replied slowly.

“Damian…what’s the point of knowing a lot of things?” Jon asked patiently

“Knowledge is power…an advantage over your enemies,” Damian said confidently.

“No…knowledge isn’t just a sword you swing at bad guys Damian…the things you learn only matter if you know how they matter to other people. And if you know what matters to other people, only then can you help them,” Jon finished and then looked straight into Damian’s eyes.

Damian tried to hold his gaze, but something in his eyes—and frankly his gut—made him feel awkward and he chose to stare at the floor instead.

“You sound like your dad,” Damian said simply.

“It took me a while to understand that when he talked to me, to be honest,” Jon said with a grin. “I asked him why I still have to go to school when he’s Superman and I’m Superboy anyway. So he gave me this whole lecture, and I just gave it to you.”

“So…” Damian started to say, “when you study, you try to see how it’ll be useful when it comes to helping people?”

“I guess…?” Jon replied, wondering where this was leading.

“Did you study me?” Damian asked in a small voice. “Is this what you’ve learned? How to help me? Because I’ll have you know that I don’t—!”

Jon gripped Damian’s hand tighter and placed it on his chest. It promptly shut Damian up.

“You’re my friend, Damian,” Jon said with a fond smile. “You can’t stop me from wanting to help you. And I always will even if you think you don’t need it.”

“Is holding my hand really part of helping me?” Damian said finally.

“Did it help?” Jon asked.

“Yeah…it did.”

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Day 17: The howls

Daybreak is usually rather beautiful here. To me, to Wilson and to Willow, all for different reasons. I like it because it makes it easier to see everything, and watching it chase away the night is very pretty. Wilson likes it because he fell in love with the radiation equations that became commonplace a few years ago to describe the Sun's glow. He had spent many a sleepless night waiting to watch those equations in their purest form. Willow likes it because it's on fire, of course, and what better way to start ones day than with someone that's on fire? The morning began beautifully enough until the howling began. Rippling across the landscape, through the very core of one’s being. It came on the hour, every hour, and roused both Wilson and Willow from sleep. "What on earth is that?" Willow asked, pushing herself off of the grass. A thin line of drool extended from her mouth to the place she had been sleeping. One of her pigtails had scrunched up against the ground in the night, and she began running her hand through it. When she turned to look at Wilson through bleary eyes, she saw the same fear she'd seen when they'd met for the first time. "The hounds..." He said, looking into the trees as if expecting them to rush out and gore him then and there, "I was out in the desert and this thing...I cannot call it a wolf, but that is all I have to describe it. It was the size of a bear and all mouth. It attacked me, tried to eat me." "Wait, didn't you kill that thing?" Wilson looked at her bug-eyed, and fished for the words, "No. I didn't see it coming until it was on me. It bit my arms, and I threw my pen into its mouth. It must have gotten caught in its throat because it spat it back out. It turned tail and ran after that." “It just... Ran away?”

“Are you questioning me?”

“Yeah, mate, I am. That don’t make a whole lotta sense,“ Willow said, as another howl echoed through the forest, “Why would it just run from a pen?“

“How would I know! All I know is that it did!”

“Uh-huh. You, the scientist, just accepted that a bear creature that attacked you just ran off from you throwing a pen down its throat?“

“I am a physicist first and a biologist fourth! I have no idea why it ran off, and I was hoping I would never have to think about it again!“

Yet another howl echoed across the camp, and Wilson saw a flock of beards fly into the air.

"Looks like ya ain’t gettin’ yer wish. Got any more pens on ya?”

“No, I left it in the cave.“

“Well, there's two of us now, we have a spear, and we took down this thing," Willow intoned, kicking the beefalo, "I'd say we’ve got nothin’ to worry about." "I suppose so."

Willow looked down at the beefalo carcass that lay beside her feet, "Well, we need to get this thing outta here before those wolves come."

"Yes, I have been thinking about that. But how do we cart something so large such a distance in such a short time? My old sled could handle a baby, there's no way it will hold this thing" "We could chop it up and make a few trips." "But it would take far too long. Even with the two of us, this could take days. On top of that, other animals might eat this while we leave it unguarded," Wilson said, gesturing at the beefalo. "I could stay back and scare em away if you made me a spear." "It is better for us to stay together until those wicked hounds come. On top of that, if I were to change during my trip, Wendy and Wolfgang are not going to know what is happening." "Well Willy, I'm fresh out of ideas." "As am I. We must guard this carcass until the attack." "So we're sitting here till the wolves come? What even makes you think they'll show up?" "We are sitting on enough food to feed any carnivore for a month." "Ah, y'know what, good point," Willow said, sitting down, "still, doesn’t seem smart to just wait fer an ambush.” "So far as I see it, we have no other choice." Wilson joined her, and they sat around the embers of the fire for an hour. A giga-fly swished past, dipping and diving in the air current. It was a mottled blue color, with black splotches along its wings. It's long mouth curled beneath it, and it's antenna tuned to some unknown station. It rested in a small flower, intent to suck out all its nutrients, when a spear jabbed into its thorax. Willow lifted up the spear and peeled the dead bug from the end. "What did you do that for?" Wilson asked, more curious than indignant. "I've always wanted to know what these things taste like," she replied, pulling off an engorged wing and stuffing it in her mouth. She chewed on it, looking for all the world like a goat chewing colored paper. "Well? Any poison?" "S'not bad!" Willow replied through the giga-fly, a bit of spit shooting out of her mouth and landing on Wilson's face. "Thank you," he replied, wiping saliva from his cheek, "what does it taste of?" "S'kinda... You know pumpkin pie?" "Yes, I have had that before." "Yeah, s'nothin like that," Willow said, swallowing and letting out a stammering belch. "That is disgusting," Wilson said, snatching the other wing for himself. Had Wilson ever had a musk stick, he might've equated the taste of giga-fly to that. However, he had not, and could not wrap his head around the sweet, slightly chalky textures of the wing. It was tasty, no doubt, but a strange kind of tasty. A faint hint of blueberries hid behind the sweetness, but Wilson didn't taste that.

On his third or fourth try of these wings he would find the blueberries, but right now its initial taste was too unique to get past. Even more unique was how filling it was. For something thin enough to provide flight, it had a caloric density unmatched by a lot of other foods. Wilson didn't notice it, but the wings also provided an increase in disease control. The infection that had been steadily creeping into the cut in his foot halted and withered over the next few days, leaving Wilson unaware of its existence. Needless to say, they had stumbled upon a strange and powerful source of food.

They continued to gorge themselves for a while, spearing the giga-flys that fluttered by. Willow's aim wasn't great, and she missed more of them than she caught, but that was still enough to keep them both fed. On his fifth taste of giga-fly, Wilson switched personality. "WHAT IS MY LOCATION?" His body asked, his voice becoming loud and without nuance. He spat out the giga-fly wing he had been chewing as he spoke. "Uh...I don't reckon you ever gave this place a name Willy." "ANSWER DOES NOT FIT QUESTION PARAMETERS. WHAT IS MY LOCATION?" "Imma say..." Willow started, fishing for a name. She looked over the area, and saw only feces, giga-flys, and a campfire, "this is Camp Shitbug." "CATALOGING. CAMP SHITBUG ADDED TO DATABASE." "Alright, I answered one'a your questions, now lemme ask, who the hell are yA?" "I AM WX-78, THE FIRST HUMANOID AUTOMATON, CREATED BY DOCTOR WILSON JEROE," WX-78 intoned, sounding like someone reading off a string of numbers. "Wait, Wilson? Wilson created you?" "THAT IS CORRECT, WERE YOU NOT LISTENING?" "No, I just... Wanted to confirm. Alright W-ex...whatever your numbers were, what's your deal? You said you were an automata-somethin, what's that all about?" "MY NAME IS WX-78 AND MY PURPOSE IS TO SIMULATE LIFE, DESPITE ITS CLEAR POINTLESSNESS" he replied, maintaining unblinking eye contact. "Okay, that's... creepy. Well, you and I are gonna keep an eye out for some wolves. Gotta make sure they don't eat us," Willow explained as another howl rose out of the tree canopy. "SEARCHING FILES... WOLVES: CARNIVOROUS BUT FRIENDLY BEASTS KNOWN FOR THEIR AFFECTION TOWARDS HUMANS AND EASE OF TRAINING," WX-78 replied, "THIS WOLF IS HOSTILE, AND MUST BE INFECTED WITH DISEASE NAME: RABIES." "Yeah that sounds about right. If Willy sent you, you probably know your stuff, though I see his influence in the emotional department," Willow replied. "EMOTION: ANTITHESIS OF LOGIC. WHO IS 'WILLY'?" "Oh, you don't know that one? Willy is Wilson's other name," willow replied. She flashed WX-78 a grin, "see also: Dickbutt." "CATALOGING. CATALOG COMPLETE. ARE YOU A FRIEND OF DOCTOR DICKBUTT?" It was all Willow could do to not burst out laughing. The effort of holding it in brought tears to her eyes. When Willow had caught her breath, she replied, "yeah, I suppose we're friends." "UNDERSTOOD. YOU APPEAR TO BE LEAKING, DO YOU NEED MEDICAL ASSISTANCE?" "No, no, this is normal for me." And so they sat and waited. The day seemed to crawl on now, and the two of them did not exchange a word for the rest of the day. Due to his wounds, Wilson, or WX-78, ended up passing out. Willow didn't really have the heart to wake him.

It was during this time that she wondered. This clan would be known for their wonderment. The family of beings born from Wilson's mind needed always to occupy themselves somehow, else they would lapse into daydreams.

Daydreams fueled with curiosity at their static surroundings and turbulent lives. Today, willow wondered of Wilson and of dreams. Were his dreams his own when he slept? or would others sleep in his skin, dreaming in his stead while he lay In the background? Had she ever swapped with him in the middle of the night or vice versa, making for a completely different dream? Or did they all dream as one, creating a magical mess on the beaten canvas of Wilson's mind?

I could tell her the answer, but that may ruin the fun that comes from such wonderings. In one's mind, the entertaining of an idea can be more fulfilling than the solving of it. In reality, Willow could only tell that Wilson, or WX-78, or the Wilson conglomerate at large, dreamt of nothing and had a tiring sleep.

It was late dusk when Wilson awoke, the sound of baying wolves ever closer by the hour. Wilson jolted to his senses, scaring the tar out of willow, who'd been absorbed in the firelight. "Jesus Willy, don't do that, you'll give me a heart attack!" "Ah, yes, sorry about that. I take it the wolves have not attacked?" "You are indubitably correct my good man," Willow mocked, putting on a pompous British accent. She turned and dumped out a small bundle of items, "before we're mauled to death, I figured we should probably see if you can do that spear thing again. It's not much use one of us havin’ a spear if the other has to cower behind them." "Very well," Wilson replied. He seized a sharper rock, a long branch, and the only stretch of twine willow had gathered. He tried to jam them all together in the same way he had done before and was met with the same flash of green. The spear on his lap was identical to the first, minus a bit of blood and insect. This confused Wilson a little bit, "if I am not mistaken, that branch was longer than this spear is now. Where did all the extra mass go?" "Well, where does stuff go when ya burn it?" "It becomes ash and smoke. There are byproducts, things cannot simply disappear." "Well, why not?" "Because that violates the first law of thermodynamics, which is a fundamental building block of physics." "Yeah, so?" "If that law is untrue in this world, then that means... That means... I do not even know what the implications of that would be. Suffice to say the world we are in should not act so similar to our own if that were the case." "Well, shit ain't fallin down around us, so I'd say we're good. Just means you got a cool power, nothin more to it. I wouldn't look that gift horse too hard in the mouth if I were you," Willow said, pointing a finger at him. She grabbed the unbloodied spear from his hands and began to fiddle with it as she had the other. Wilson looked down at his hands, and at the bloody spear lying in his fingers. It was then he decided that no, he would look this gift horse in the mouth. He would look so deeply that he would crawl into its stomach and out its asshole to wherever the gift horse came from. There had to be a reason that a man, intelligent as he was, should be able to completely break one of the most fundamental laws of the universe without even meaning to.

But first, the matter at hand. The howls were getting closer and the sun was going down. Willow threw more logs on the fire until the axe on Wilson's back was dull and useless. Finally, for two blissful hours, the howling stopped. But then came the growls. Deep grunts, far throatier than any normal wolf could muster, far more gravelly than the most cobbled of roads. These were not the sounds of animals, but monsters, and they reverberated through the duo's entire bodies.

Willow wanted to talk, to say something, but she feared she might never be heard. Wilson said nothing, and wanted to say less. He wanted to curl up and hope they would kill willow and leave him be. When he was just about to get on his knees, the wolves attacked. They leaped out of the darkness, and into the firelight, throwing their features into garish view.

They were very similar, with eyes the putrid yellow of moldy honey, upturned snouts like that of a pig, and tiny stumps of feet supporting a body almost entirely comprised of a snarling, drool filled mouth. They would've both been able to look Wilson in the eye, even if he stood as tall as he was able. And the smell, dear god the smell. They smelt of boiled flesh and wet leather. It was as if an abattoir imploded and became a dog monster.

Willow leveled her spear at the closest one to her, and Wilson nearly pissed himself. Dignified, isn't he? Willow and her wolf clashed, leaping at each other in the same instant. They locked, spear to teeth. Neither of them gave any ground as they snarled at one another.

Willow stared down the wolf, "have a go if you think yer hard enough c***!"

Meanwhile, Wilson was not having as much luck. The wolf lunged for him, and he screamed, trying to push himself out of the way. He had no luck, and the wolf gored him with a gnarled tooth. It only grazed his shoulders, but the wound was bloody. Out of reflex, Wilson jabbed the spear he was still holding at the wolf and missed, shaving some fur off of its stumpy leg.

He scrambled backward, dropping his spear as he shimmied away. The beast wasted no time and leaped on him again, trying to bite him. But it's mouth opened too wide, and it couldn't angle its head down to gnaw him.

He felt the humid breath of the monster against his chest as he stared right into its throat, smelling the thousands of victims of this things jaws. It was at this point that Wilson was so full of adrenaline that he was on the verge of a panic attack.

His hands began to shake, and his heart was beating so fast he thought it would tunnel through his rib cage. But before the adrenaline could seize his limbs completely, he gave the wolf as hard a shove as he could. All his adrenaline, all his panicked efforts, every fiber of his being poured into his thin white arms.

His hands caught the monster beneath its ugly hanging jaw, slamming it shut for the first time since the creatures had arrived. Unfortunately for the hound, these beasts were not built to close their mouths completely. Wilson heard a snapping noise as the tendons that held the jaw together bent too far in the wrong direction. Blood mixed into the wolf's saliva, causing a great ball of foam to emerge from its broken jaw.

It tried to swallow, but the foam was too thick. It could only make a noise that sound like a branch getting stuck in a lawnmower. But even with blood spilling from the hinges of its mouth, this thing would not stop. It's eyes, now bloodshot and pained, stared at Wilson.

Unable to use its mouth, it resorted to clawing Wilson, raking his chest with its small, but still deadly claws. It cut his chest, again and again. Wilson tried to roll away, but he was so exhausted now he could barely move himself.

His scrambling only rolled onto his back, giving the wolf a new area to dig through. Wilson screamed as the cold little knives ran across the back of his rib cage, his pelvis, his spine. Tears streamed from his eyes as he reached a hand out, wanting to get away.

Wilson felt a sudden weight. This is it, was all his terrified mind could think, this is it. He used the last of his energy to curl up into a ball and slip into blackness.

"What happened?" Willow looked over from the outskirts of the clearing, "oh hey, good to see you too." Wilson tried to stand up, but only received a sharp stabbing pain for his troubles. He lay back down and exhaled. He was laying on the ground, with his poncho spread over his chest like a blanket. The fire still burned, but it was getting low. The trees were too thick overhead to tell how much time had passed, but it was obviously still night. Or perhaps early morning. "You got knocked out. From what I can tell, you've lost a fuc- a lot of blood," Willow explained, catching herself. Wilson nodded a feeble thank you and she continued, "I killed the first wolf. I put the spear through the back of its throat. Then I killed the wolf on you. I wanted to eat'em too, really fu- screw with nature. But I think they gave me a bug or somethin’." Wilson looked around the camp. The two wolf carcasses lay a few feet away, with a puddle of Willow's vomit sitting next to them. Their teeth glinted in the firelight, as if they were tiny lighthouses atop a black furry sea. Wilson looked back to Willow, and her eyes met his. Her face was flecked with purple blood and red, and she looked scared. Her hands were shaking and she didn't seem to blink. She tried a smile. "You've got some lungs on you, y'know? My ears're still ringing from that scream of yours." Wilson stared at her, and her smile faded. She turned back to her work. "What are you doing?" "I wanted to get s'more firewood. Spears don't do well with trees, so I'm makin an axe," she said, pulling a bit of twine. "Pass it here." "Yer in no state to build an axe mate, get some rest." "I am fine, give me the pieces." "..." "Willow. Let me help." "S'that what you call it?" "Willow..." "Don't you Willow me buddy. You did nothing. You've done nothing. No matter what state you're in, yer a fuckin’ hassle. I have to make fire fer ya, cook fer ya, put up with ya, fight for ya, kill for ya, and save ya from yer fuckin’ self. And you think now you can help. As if now, lying on the ground from wounds you might die from, you think ya can help," Willow was standing now, a rock and a stick in either hand and clutching them until her fingers turned white. "Ya think you're in control, dontcha? Well yer not, and it's time you got that through that smart fucking brain a’yours! Ya ain't in control, y’ve never been! Ya ain't a leader, or a survivor. Yer a coward with a high IQ!" Willow looked at Wilson. The tears in her eyes didn't hide him well enough. A sickly little man, looking smaller than a child. His hair had drooped down, his skin was alive with the red and blue of veins, and the shape of his skull was clear underneath his waxen flesh. His eyes stared out from hollow sockets, and Willow couldn't meet them. Couldn't look at those little orbs that she knew couldn't be any more different from her own.

Willow turned away from him, walked back and sat down again. She heard the rustling of his blanket, the muted groans, the shuffling of feet, but she didn't turn around. A skeletal hand reached over her shoulder and touched the rock.

Willow didn't move, just watched as the green light enveloped the tools. This wasn't instant, not like the spear. It was slow, and she could see what was happening. His hand curled into a claw as the fingers strained to push out the energy. His veins bathed in the green glow, making it look necrotic, like the hand of a corpse. The stone and stick sparked, letting out tiny bursts of yellow that were swallowed by the green as it curled around her hands.

In a moment of panic thinking that she might fuse to it, willow yanked her hands out of the energy, but the items did not fall. They hung in the lights, suspended in mid-air. Then, it was over. The green dissipated into the ether, leaving only the darkness and firelight. An axe dropped into Willow's hands, fully formed. It wasn't as sharp as the spear had been, nor as long. Willow moved it around in her hands, getting a feel for its top-heaviness. The hand retreated. Willow said nothing, and began to move towards a nearby tree.

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