#nothing else would really cross their mind... unless they were told

[diabolicalevil]

How would Primarchs react to falling asleep or cuddling with love interest by accident?

Primarchs reactions to falling asleep with you

gn!reader

honestlyy this is perfect timing cause I've been a lot more sleepy than normal. its probably the summer heat and all those books I pretend to read

Lion El'johnson: Sleep isn't something that comes easily to him, it means complete vulnerability so it's never accidental. He demands that you sleep in his quarters with him watching over you. If you ask him to join you, he'll usually scoff but this once he did concede. It wasn't his best sleep, he was awake almost all of it. Lion told himself he was just keeping you safe but really he was entranced to see a peaceful side of you that he hadn't seen up close before.

Fulgrim: fulgrim loves 2 party!!!! When you left the event with Fulgrim most, including you both, expected things to get frisky. But as soon as you were half out of your formal wear and tumbling into bed you were out cold immediately. Fulgrim had woken first, all smiles as he cradled you. While he lamented missing out on getting to have you he had to admit seeing you content and asleep in his arms was just as thrilling.

Perturabo: If it were anyone else he'd call them pathetic to their face. What a sight it was, you had waited for him so long you'd slipped into sleep. He dare not touch or wake you, and he certainly wouldn't have his sons move you. So he left you uncomfortably tucked into a chair. A small joy to look at as he worked.

Jaghatai Khan: No amount of pleading or bargaining could get this man to rest. you grew to accept this but you, being a baseline, still had to. Getting in a midday cat nap was far easier with Jaghatai gone, presumably racing like hell. Waking up you found yourself curled up at his side, attempting or maybe just pretending to sleep. "I don't see why you like this so much." He remarked, already preparing to leave. While he certainly didn't get it, it was nice that he tried to understand you.

Leman Russ: Despite being the father to thousands of wolf sons he seemingly never tired. Key word seemingly. In the quiet of your shared bedroom it would take at most an hour for him to doze off. Often you would too, being completely surrounded by a massive, searing hot body would do that. Waking up with him after a nap was the closest he'd get to being tender.

Rogal Dorn: Can sleep anywhere surprisingly. Transport ship, on his work table, upright in his armour, whatever works in the moment. He never usually considered his work tedious but even having you chatting to him couldn't make it interesting today. The tedium got to you as well and it wasn't long until you were asleep. Dorn knew he should continue working, but there was no one there to judge him as he scooped you up in his lap and fell asleep with you. he wore the pain glove for the next 56 hours as punishment

Konrad Curze: sleeps upside down and is very upset stupid shit like "blood flow" prevents you from joining him.

Sanguinius: You spend most of your time together in his gardens, marvelling at his plants or, in this case, sleeping in the sun. There is nothing he loves more than cradling you in his wings. He wakes up long before you but not once does leaving even cross his mind. You're the only thing he truly has and he will relish it in this moment.

Ferrus Manus: Unsurprisingly it is hard and annoying to cuddle a man with metal arms. He's usually freezing to the touch and rather than wait until it warms up you sleep on his chest and he lays starfish. He claims it's just a necessity you must tolerate but he does think it's kinda funny.

Angron: The nails are far too loud for him to achieve sleep unless he is completely spent. He does however watch you sleep. Often. He'll hold your hand against his head like a cold cloth to a fever. His voice is too loud to speak aloud and he dare not wake you so he merely kneels by you and thinks. Thanks, apologies, confessions, whatever comes to mind in the moment. The nails punish him for it, but when else would he get a moment to let those thoughts form?

Roboute Guilliman: You were already in his lap while he was working. Just having you next to him is enough to make the work more bearable. When you fall asleep he takes his first break in hours, leaning down to kiss your hair and whisper his thoughts and frustrations to you. All things he tried to keep to himself as to not worry you.

Mortarion: worlds most annoying bastard refuses to cuddle. Shocker. Most you'll get is using his thigh as a pillow. Once he's sure, like 100% sure that you're asleep, he'll start petting you.

Magnus: Surprisingly nice to fall asleep around, he acts as a human dream catcher. He is a little annoyed you clocked out while with him, he had something to say. (Then again when does he not) but quickly finds that watching you lounging in his absurdly large furniture is very amusing.

Horus Lupercal: pillows 🤤 He's got one of the most "strong man" builds of the primarchs, that is to say kinda pudgy. Not to mention his boobing breasts. He was made to take naps on and he knows it. Often suggests it and when you do fall asleep he won't move for anything or anyone.

Lorgar Aurelian: Usually doesn't lay with you, something something holy purity. Instesd he'll sit on or next to the bed and speak with you until and even after you fall asleep. Big fan of reading you scripture.

Vulkan: He's like a furnace so any naps or cuddling won't last long, much to your chagrin of course but he enjoys what time he does get. Likes to cuddle most when you're in his room, far far away from noise or harm. Watching you rest never fails to remind him of what he fights to protect in humanity.

Corvus Corax: Doesn't sleep often but is very easily woken, even by primarch standards. Utterly fascinated by your ability to sleep soundly, vows to have anyone who disturbs your rest sentenced to death by ravens. Alfred Hitchcock Style.

Alpharius/Omegon: sandwich 🤤 For the "this is the other half of my soul" guys they sure know how to bicker. Always arguing one has more of you despite laying in between them. They never fall asleep but they pretend to as you doze off. Instead, they watch you. Intently. Recording every slight twitch or breath and slotting it away in the deepest parts of their memory.

ok thank u 4 the ask anon nap time for meee

[rottmnt-residuum]

So, was April in a Hidden City Prison?

Also, I searched Hueso on your blog and got nothing (maybe Run of the Mill was shown in a part but I forgot).

What's up with bone man? Did the turtles talk with him at all before THE HORRORS happened? What about junior?

I would think he closed up shop cause it was too dangerous not to?

Still reeling from this week's events by the way!

April was just in a holding cell at a police station human side.

Bonemans been gone for a long time, and as nice as the fanon interpretation of him and leo's relationship is... it just doesn't apply here. Ultimately, his main priority is him and his people. Leo isn't his.

I couldn't find a natural place to allude to this in comic, i scrapped like ten different lines in part 25 and a scene in part 11 because it just wasn't flowing right. Eventually, i just kinda gave up as it isn't super important to the plot and is just background information really ahaha

[amomentsescape]

OooooO! Could I get a Slasher X reader! Like where another "rival" Slasher gets interested in another Slasher's So?

When Another Slasher Becomes Interested in Reader

Brahms Heelshire x Reader

A/N: I decided to not go into specifics on who the "rival" slasher was since it would have involved a lot of background and explanation on why they were in the UK in the first place.

Brahms's jealousy and possession over you knows no bounds

He doesn't even want you within a 3 foot radius of the man whose only job is to drop off groceries

He enjoys having you all to himself, living in the middle of nowhere with only him as your company

He may be the one who needs to be taken care of, but that's not to say that he doesn't want you to rely on him too

He has always wanted you to seek out his protection

He loves to see you curl up beside him and just fully relax in his presence

In fact, Brahms is never satisfied unless he is fully enveloping you with an iron grip, making sure nothing else can touch you and you can't sneak away

So when the feelings of paranoia began, Brahms went into a frenzy

He triple checked the locks on all the doors and windows every single night

He set up a security system to prevent anyone from breaking in

He even stopped hiding within the walls during the day and instead spent 24/7 right next to you

You questioned his sudden change in behavior

He told you he could feel someone watching you two

He could tell that you weren't really alone anymore

This freaked you out a bit

Brahms may be childish, but he's not stupid

You began to trust his word a bit more after that

It wasn't until one day that you decide to slip out of the house for a couple minutes

Brahms refused to let you outside or to even open a window the past few weeks, and this was beginning to wear on you

The cool air immediately calmed you down, and you began to question what he was so worried about in the first place

But right as the thought crossed your mind, you heard a branch snap beside you

You immediately turned and saw a masked man standing there, his height towering over you

He had a massive blade in his hand that sent a shiver down your spine

In that moment, you knew you should have listened to Brahms

You turned to run, but the Slasher was faster

He grabbed you by the jaw and turned you towards him, forcing you to look at him

To your surprise, his grip loosened slightly as he began to rub his thumb along your cheek

The feeling was familiar in a way to what Brahms would do sometimes

But that didn't make the moment any less terrifying

You tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he kept a firm hold on you

Just when you were about to call out for Brahms, the Slasher was slammed to the ground

You could see Brahms and the Slasher in a tussle, rolling around in the dirt while the sound of hard hits and cracking knuckles echoed throughout the quiet forest

You were worried for Brahms since the other Slasher was just as tall and strong as he was

But to your surprise, Brahms got the upper hand

He slammed his fist over and over again onto the man's mask, causing it to crack and splinter into his skin

This distracted him for just long enough that Brahms could grab a large rock, forcing it straight into the man's forehead

All movement ceased, and Brahms sat there, breathing heavily

When he finally turned to you, you slowly walked over to make sure he was okay

Before you could even say a word, Brahms had you pinned to a tree

His hands snaked along your waist as he pulled you flush against him

His lips were on yours in a hurry, his kisses hungrier than you had ever felt them before

He'll most definitely lock you back inside the house for the foreseeable future after this, but at least for now, you can just relish in his possessiveness and desire

[wandaslittleweirdo]

Liar

part 1: precious || masterlist

⋆⋆౨ৎ pairing: 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢!𝚐𝚏!𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 ༝༝ 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

summary: The truth always comes to light, even if the liar has done everything in their power to try and keep you from it.

warnings: dubcon, smut, mind control, top!wanda, manipulation/gaslighting, drama tehe, strap usage (R recieving), voyeurism, strap blowjob (W recieving), reader sucks wandas fingers (can you tell I have insane oral fixation?), pet names, small mix of praise kink and degradation kink, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, strap referred to as dick, Stockholm syndrome, age gap > r is 20 w is 32

A/N: this is absolute filth. but fics r all about imagination and having fun, no one will ever stop me from sharing my disgusting thoughts with the internet

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this is a dark fic. 18+. wlw. men & minors dni!

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It’s been two months since the night of your abduction. You’ve been staying with Wanda and have never been happier.

You remember the day you woke up in her cabin. You were frightened and confused, but she was patient and her peaceful nature soothed you. She carefully explained everything, why you were in her cabin, why you could barely walk, and why you had that cut on your cheek.

You were attacked and chased into the woods. She was your knight and shining armour who had found you laying unconscious in the crunchy autumn leaves while she was hunting. You also vividly recall saying you’d do anything to show how thankful you are, her lips pulling into a big goofy smile.

“Anything, you say?”

And it all just went up from there.

The thought of your life before Wanda never crossed your mind. She always kept you on your toes. One day you’re hiking up mountains with her and the next she’s teaching you how to shoot her shotgun.

“Bam! You got all of the targets first try! That was incredible, Y/N.”

But you didn’t need shooting a gun or slumping your way up mountains to feel like you’re on your toes. Cooking dinner together, watching new shows, going to sleep tangled in each others arms or swimming in the nearby waterfall was just as invigorating, because she made it so.

Wanda took you in and loved you. She feeds you, she shelters you, she protects you. She makes you feel safe and treats you like a princess.

Throughout your bliss, there was only one thing that constantly bothered you. A frustrated thought you kept trying to shove away, but would always float back at some point.

You weren’t allowed to leave the cabin.

Of course, the hunting and the walks were okay, but you could never see what was going on outside of the woods unless it was through the news or Wanda herself. You couldn’t step foot out of the house without Wanda following close behind. When you really acknowledge it, you describe the feeling as if you’re on display, constantly being spied on and never having the privacy every human craves.

Whenever you bring up the fact that she watches you or follows you at seemingly unnecessary times, she explains that it would be rude if you told her she’s being invasive when she’s just protecting you.

She also claims everything outside of the woods is disgusting and you aren’t missing out. She says people are cold and heartless, nothing but a bunch of soul dead blobs walking in their black and white reality everyday.

But in the most peaceful moments, like right now where your arms are wrapped around her torso and your legs tied around one of hers, imitating the position of a clingy koala, everything else doesn’t seem to matter. She gently rakes her hand through your hair and randomly pinches your cheeks, but both sets of eyes remain on the TV.

“You’re lucky, Y/N. We have so much fun together, no one ever goes out and does things anymore! Trust me. Nothing out there is as good as what’s here.”

You reminisce the conversation you had with her the other day, your heart warming as her persuasive words echo through your mind.

Wanda’s right. This is good… I don’t need anyone but her.

“Sweetheart, I have to go to the store. We don’t have any milk or bread.” She taps the top of your head gently, silently asking you to sit up but you only whine and clutch onto her harder. You rub your nose into her soft v neck sweater, feeling her stomach tense as she lets out a dry laugh. “Come on, angel. I’m just getting milk I’ll be home before you know it.”

“That’s what my dad said.” You murmur into the wool. She gasps playfully at your humour, a tiny smile on her lips as she flicked the back of your head in an act to scold you. “Don’t joke about stuff like that miss!”

“No! It’s how I cope.” You rub the back of your head and pout at her, reluctantly sitting up onto your knees while an unhappy crease sits itself between your brows. Her smile widens as she gazes at you, nothing but adoration swimming in those viridescent irises.

She pushes your dishevelled hair out of your face and leans in slowly, eyes fixated on your lips. Her kiss is as gentle as ever, her fingers curling around the back of your neck to pull you closer. Every complaint you were ready to throw at her suddenly slips your mind, and all you can think about is how soft her lips feel moving against yours. The hair framing her face smells of her green apple shampoo, a specific something you grew to obsess over.

“Oookay, have to go now.” She pulls back and swiftly puts herself on her feet. She happily escorts herself over to the door to grab her coat and slip her shoes on, the cocky smile never leaving her face.

You fall face forward into the couch while making various irritated and disapproving grumbles. She slides her arms through the sleeves of her jacket, her smile distorting into a sort of impish grin when she specifically hears the words,

“You’re evil, Wanda.”

“Maybe, but you love it.” She laughs softly before slinging her purse over her shoulder and opening the door.

“See you soon, princezná!” You huff at the sound of the door shutting followed by the click of the lock. You could continue to watch a movie… or you could go into your girlfriends closet and steal her clothes.

Excitement starts brewing inside of you as you spring up from the couch and run into your shared bedroom. You yank the closet door open, taking the sleeve of one of her hoodies and rubbing your face into it. The faint smell of sandalwood and a sweet-spicy cinnamon still lingers on it, and now all you can think of is drowning yourself in the mouth watering autumn scent.

You pluck out a red flannel shirt and a dark blue pair of jeans. But as you flip through her many pieces of clothing, a cardboard box in the corner of her top shelf catches your eye. You frown and push yourself onto your tippy toes, groaning and stretching your limbs until you could finally grasp the package.

The box is covered in a thin layer of dust indicating it hasn’t been touched in a while. You giggle excitedly, box in hand as you run over to your shared bed and make yourself comfortable.

We tell each other everything, she must have some dirty secrets in here..

You place your hand on the lid of the laptop, prepared to open it until a sting of guilt stops you. Your excitement fades into adrenaline as you nervously tap your foot against the carpeted floor.

She’ll tell me about this eventually, right?

But she’s had so many opportunities to say something…

Fuck it.

A puzzled expression takes over your features seeing the computer had only nine screens open. They’re all at least 360p, tv static glitching out a video every five or so seconds. Then you notice where the cameras were pointing too. One in Wanda’s room, one covering the area of her living room, one facing towards the kitchen and the others scattered around outside.

Security cameras?

Your eyes flicker to the red circle flashing in the top left corner of the screen, the capital letters “LIVE” typed in next to it. Then, just below that, an even smaller text with todays date. You click it and a list of options pop up, scrolling down and seeing she installed them in 2015.

You excitedly flip back to two months ago, the day you and Wanda met. You can watch your love unfold all over again but now from a different perspective.

You giddily scrub through the timeline and watch yourself wander around outside, then fast forwarding again until Wanda walks to the door and opens it to you. Your brows pinch together; you don’t seem hurt at all and you’re clearly not unconscious. In fact, you seem wary of her.

Your curiosity heightens as you quietly observe yourself take a seat on her couch and sit there, tapping your lap awkwardly. You skip further ahead and stop when you see Wanda jump onto you. Your hand flies over your mouth, the sickening realisation starting to dawn on you.

She lied to me…

How did I forget everything?

You drag the little dot further through the video, your heart thudding in your ears. A red glow in the darkness of her room causes the frown on your face to deepen and you to scroll back.

You almost forget how to breathe when you see red wisps escape the fingertips of your beloved girlfriend, the red seeping it’s way through the side of your forehead and infecting your unconscious mind.

She does this continuously for minutes, destroying every thought in your head. Your opinions, beliefs and judgments so she can start off with a clean canvas. Everything from your old life comes rushing back, your memories flashing at you like big bright billboards on 2x speed.

Your childhood, your parents divorcing, your bullies in high school and more specifically— the night you met Wanda. Surrounded by tall, thin, white bark trees as the echo of your own voice called after something or someone named Daisy. The disorientation and utter sadness you felt wandering aimlessly. The anxiety you felt in the pit of your stomach while walking up to Wanda’s cabin. Everything that happened that night, including her handing you the drink to then ordering you to put it down.

Clover-

Frankie?

Daisy…

Wanda.

“Y/N! I’m back!” You gasp, quickly blinking away the tears that rimmed your eyes. You slam the computer shut and shove it in its box, clumsily dropping the lid back on and running to put it back into her closet.

You just shut the door when Wanda’s voice startles you from the doorway.

“You okay honey? You look shaken.” You take a step back when she advances, almost like a reflex or a flinch, and it does not go unnoticed by her. She squints ever so slightly, her head tipping to the side.

I don’t know this woman. I need to leave. Now.

“Yeah I’m okay I just.. stubbed my toe.” She tuts, walking over to you and snakes her arms around your waist. “Aww, my poor baby. I bought strawberries though, will that cheer you up?” She whispers into your head and you melt, fingers twitching against the material of her soft coat.

My Wanda..

“T-Thank you, Wands.” This is Wanda. The loving, beautiful and generous Wanda you fell for. But she erased your whole life so she could cage you and keep you for herself.

Don’t get swayed by strawberries! Focus!

She whispers a sweet I love you before kissing your head and turning around. She picks up a thick knitted cardigan laying on the bed and throws it to you. “It’s cold, put this on and I’ll go light a fire.”

She waltzes out of the door and down the short hallway, leaving you a big, confused ball of nerves.

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Wanda switches on the TV and invites you to sit next to her. You don’t say anything and accept, seating yourself by her no matter how on edge you feel because Wanda knows you. She can tell when you’re hiding something, and if you don’t want to sit next to her after begging her to stay home, something is obviously wrong.

Wanda watches the movie like she normally would. Laughing here and there, playing with your hair or placing a friendly hand on your thigh. You on the other hand have no idea what’s happening in the movie because your mind is racing with thoughts on what you should be doing.

Do I confront her? Do I run away? Do I stay and act like I don’t know anything?

“Hey Wands?” You say without thinking, immediately regretting your words and curse at yourself for acting so impulsively. She hums, eyes still focused on the tv.

“If I asked you a question… would you answer truthfully?”

“Of course, I always do.” She answers, her voice soft with a hint of worry as she pointed the remote at the television to shut it off. You want to believe her over what your own eyes saw, you wish you had never touched or opened that box. Everything would’ve stayed perfect. But sadly, you have to accept the fact that it was never perfect. You were played and life isn’t the paradise she pretended it was.

“I… I found the laptop.” You unwravel yourself from her hold so you can sit up and face her. Your mind so caught up on the anxiety rumbling around in your stomach, you miss the faint crimson flash behind her irises and the tiny tense of her shoulders.

“What laptop?”

“The one hooked up to the security cameras.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, love.” She chuckled, shifting uncomfortably as she shook her head and avoided your frantic stare. You bite the inside of your cheek, gently taking her hand between yours and softening your tone of voice. The last thing you want to do is make her upset or start an argument.

“Okay, then just answer this… What happened the night we met?”

“I told you, I saved you-“

“No Wanda. What. happened?” You enunciate your last words, voice trembling as you desperately cling onto the hope that she’ll tell you what happened and explain why she lied. This is her chance to admit to everything, but she doesn’t take it.

“I’m telling you the truth, Y/N. Why are you questioning me?” You feel burning tears sit behind your eyes and your lips quivers, your patience worn into a thread as you pinch your temple.

This is the woman you love and trust most in the world, it breaks your heart that the foundation of your relationship was built on lies and manipulation. It breaks your heart even more so knowing that the Wanda you thought you knew could just be a fake persona, anything feels possible right now.

“I told you, I found the laptop and saw the security cameras. I know what actually happened.” She lets out a small laugh, your expression changing to one of disbelief watching her shrug as if what she did isn’t that bad.

“Okay… well it’s not a big deal-“

“You made me forget my entire life! I’m scared, Wanda. You lied to me. I want to know who I am, not who you want me to be!” You lose the composure you were holding on to, standing up and throwing your hands around.

She clenches her jaw when you yell these words at her, her nostrils flaring and her eyes poisoned with an ironclad rage. She slowly stands to her feet and you internally kick yourself—regretting how you spoke to her as she looms over you. Her tightened jaw and her slit pupils reminded you of a snake ready to attack, pointing a finger in your face before she speaks her next words.

“You came to me for help. And I helped you. I treat you like a fucking queen and that’s how you speak to me?” Shes not yelling, her voice is quiet but created purely of anger and disappointment. Honestly, you’d prefer yelling.

“But Wanda.. that’s not fair-“

“Don’t you talk to me about what’s fair. I’ve done everything possible to make sure you’re happy and now you’re scared of me?” Tears well your eyes as you stare at her, the salty drops blurring your vision and rolling down your face every time you blink. That familiar lump gets caught in your throat, forcing whatever you wanted to say right back down. You’ve never seen her so furious, and you never expected to be the reason for her to be.

“I know the life you lived before me. You lived alone with two bunnies, you hate your family, worked as a waitress and had one friend. You know I treat you better than anyone else ever has.” Your eyes dart to the floor, shame swelling inside of you.

Wanda makes me happy, why did I ruin it all?

“But if you’re going to talk to me like that after I’ve taken such good care of you, I guess there’s no point in being nice.” Your eyes fly up at her again, hoping to see some sort of playfulness in her expression. No matter how hard you searched there wasn’t a hint of that gentle gaze she always had for you.

“Get on your knees, Y/N.”

“What-“

“On your fucking. Knees.”

You let out a shaky breath before slowly sinking down to your knees. Your eyes stay stuck to your fidgeting fingers, anxiously waiting for her next orders. “You’re so pretty, it’s a shame you act like such a spoiled little brat.” She unbuttons her jeans and tugs down at the zip, pulling out a large red strap she hid inside of the denim.

“Open.” You hesitate before taking it into your hand, eyes looking up at her nervously before sticking your tongue out and teasing it. You take the tip into your mouth, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks around it, eyes begging for some type of approval. Her mouth opens slightly, quiet pants escaping her as she watches the end of the strap disappear into your mouth repeatedly.

She takes her bottom lip between her teeth, impatiently pushing her hips forward and forcing the rest of the length into your mouth. “You can’t act all tough with a dick in your mouth, can you?” She sneers. You feel her touch the back of your throat, the faux cock weighing heavy on your tongue as you gagged around it. You claw at her hips and pull at her sweater, but she doesn’t budge.

“Breathe out of your nose, baby.” You do as you’re told, breathing in through your nose while drool dripped down your chin. She picks up your loose hair with her hand and gathers it behind your head, using it as leverage to move your head however she pleases.

“I want you to touch yourself, touch yourself for me please…” She whimpered. Her hips start to move, pumping the toy into your mouth at a merciful pace. Your spit falls from your lips to the carpet underneath you as you slowly remove one of your hands from her to push into your shorts, not wasting a second before thrusting two fingers into yourself.

You moan around the strap while she forces your head back and forth by your hair and snaps her hips harder, breath hitching at the sight of you grinding your hips against your own hand.

She rams into your mouth, hot, breathless praises falling from her lips and raining down onto you. The material of the toy rubs perfectly against her clit, both of you impatiently chasing your highs with increasingly fast and sloppy movements. You feel your walls clench and as you curl your fingers, you notice her thighs start to shake.

“Fuck! Cum with me… let go, sweet girl.”

Her string of moans flow smoothly throughout her silent cabin as she bucked her hips up and further into your mouth. Your juices spill into your hand, your bodies pulsing and sweaty. She squeezes her eyes shut as hot-white pleasure surges through her, and you do the exact same, clenching your thighs together as your eyelids flutter.

She pulls out and you take a deep breath in, your chest heaving and head spinning because of the lack of oxygen. She watches you withdraw your hand from your shorts and your cheeks fade to a hot pink seeing your fingers coated in the sticky cum.

She takes your clean hand and guides you to lay on the couch. You melt into the soft sofa, legs twitching and your eyes shut. You weakly mumble protests when you feel her climb on top of you and immediately starts tugging at your shorts, pulling them down your legs and throwing them to the side. She moves her hand and massages your pussy, eagerly listening to all of your icky sounds. You squirm and try jerking away from her, but her hand pins your hips back down to the couch, forcing you to endure the intensity of her touch.

“Wands, I’m tired..” She smiles, your voice low and husked from your sore throat.

“Don’t you hear that, baby? You’re so wet for me, even when I’m mean to you.” She shushes your begging while using her hand to move your sticky panties out of the way. She lines herself up to your hole, slowly pushing inside and doesn’t wait before picking up her speed.

“You’re so tight..” You sob, feeling smothered and hot from her hands groping at you, her body like a chunk of burning coal hovering above you. She wipes some of your cum from your fingers with her own, then moving them towards your mouth and sliding them in. She exhales shakily and her hips stutter when you swirl your tongue around her fingertips, opening your eyes the slightest bit so you can catch her reaction.

“God, you’re so good like that…” She slams into you harder, adoring the whines that would muffle because of your stuffed mouth. She feels your walls clench around the strap again and her lips stretch into a smug smirk.

“Aww gotta cum already? You wanna make a mess all over my strap, baby? Yeah?” Her voice hitches higher, patronising you in a way she knew you loved.

She takes it all in. Your tits bouncing underneath your shirt from her thrusts and your hardened nipples peeking through. Your flushed cheeks. The sweat glistening off of your forehead and your inner brows perked upwards. You could only moan an answer to her question, legs writhing and eyes glazed over as you stare at her in your euphoric haze.

Then it hits you, the feeling that you’d describe as tasting a slice of heaven and hell at the same time. Your back arches and your muscles tighten. You gasp and pathetically attempt to kick at her when she starts to toy with your sensitive clit, but cease your actions when she shoves her fingers further into your throat as a silent warning.

The last thing you remember before slowly drifting off into your long awaited slumber, is Wanda’s hands running down your sides, the top of her head and your stomach flexing as she kissed her way down your stomach.

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[milksuu]

𓆩🖤𓆪 Screw Your Bike! 𓆩🖤𓆪

❥ prompt: You hated to admit it but, you were jealous of a damn motorcycle. How was it possible to feel second place to a vrooming object with two-wheels? What did it have that you didn't? A leather seat and a holo-graphic chrome wrap, really? Well, if Kayn wanted to take a ride, he'd have to go through you. Literally and figuratively. ❥ content/warnings: nsfw 18+, dom!kayn, dirty talk, bratty behavior, profanity ❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel!kayn x f!reader

You were going to be in so much trouble. Good. That's where you wanted to be. After being blown off recently, you weren't trying to be nice. If Kayn wanted to keep having fun with his new toy, then he'd have to go through you.

"Where the hell are my keys?" He growled out loud. Frustration igniting that irresistible scowl across his features. "I swear, if Ezreal thought It'd be funny to hide them, then it's going to be funnier when I murder him."

Oh. Poor Ezreal. You hated if he ever took the blame for your misdeed. But your secret wouldn't be kept for long. It was only a matter of time before you were found it. Which, you wanted to be. Very badly.

Kayn asked for your help in looking for the missing keys. You played your part well; sifting through cluttered drawers and couch cushions. After searching the house, it was time to search around the garage.

"Probably left it in the ignition or something," Kayn mumbled to himself, scanning the body of his motorcycle.

You stood a few feet away. Smiling. Watching him wrack his brain about where exactly were those damned keys. It was time to be found out. You bounced on your toes. Jingle Jingle.

That definitely caught someone's attention. Kayn looked up, narrowing his green eye against you. "Did you just...jingle?"

"I don't know. Did I?" You posed with fake innocence. You bounced again. Jingle Jingle. "Mm, maybe I did. I can't really tell. Would you mind finding out for me?”

Kayn’s look spat fire, but his smirk crossed with intrigue. He sauntered over with a sway, and sucked against his teeth. “Clever hiding spot. But kinda uninspiring, don’t you think?”

You merely shrugged. Allowing him to bask in whatever verbal triumph he wanted to display. You had to keep your cool. Especially when he plunged a hand between your cleavage. You held in a shudder. The rough of his knuckles brushed against your nipples during his careless search.

That all-too confident smirk faltered at the ends. But where his ended, your grin began. Nothing was there.

"You were right. That spot was uninspiring." You shook your lower half. Jingle Jingle. "Wonder where else they could be."

Kayn's jaw tightened. You saw the clench of teeth. He didn't liked to be fooled with. The fire that blazed just behind his eyes told you the punishment he wanted to reign. All according to plan.

"You're a damned brat." He said with a bite, tempting to snake a hand up your black mini-skirt.

He almost barked when you gripped his wrist, pinning his hand against your inner thigh. You narrowed your mascaraed lashes against him. "And you're an ass-head. Think I'd be happy with you blowing me off over your supped-up tricycle?"

Kayn glanced from his motorcycle back to you. So, this is what this was all about. You wanted to pick a fight with him over his new toy. Fine, have it your way—but it wasn't going to be the verbal kind. Words were all pointless, meaningless, a waste of time. Fucking things out always worked better.

Kayn slammed his mouth down on yours. You yelped, gripping his wrist tighter. You wouldn't relent, not so easily. When he sucked and nipped at your lower lip, you wrapped your free hand around his neck, grasping for some semblance of control.

Kayn groaned from the slight pressure and claimed your mouth fully. He returned that pressure by gripping tighter against your thigh fat. You were going to let his hand go. Unless you wanted bruises. He wasn't afraid to leave a mark or two on your body. Actually, he preferred it. A reminder of him anytime you undressed.

You whined a moan. The digging of his fingers sending shocks between your legs. You gasped for air, your strength siphoned.

Kayn breathed a shit-winning smirk into your ear. You bit your bottom lip. He thrusted his fingers inside your panty line. Sliding the keys out, the metal jostled and glided against your folds. Wet slicked and coated.

"You're going to pay for almost tarnishing the metal. I don't think you know exactly how much I'd have to cough up to replace them. Nothing you could afford with cash, anyway." Kayn's features darkened, licking the keys clean of your taste.

Oh God. He was such a dick. This is exactly what you wanted. "You're such an ass—"

You cried out when frim hands smacked against your back side, gripping the now tender flesh. Yanking you off your feet, Kayn practically tossed you onto his motorcycle. With your back pressed against the control panel, Kayn settled between your straddled legs. He was going to fuck on you his motorcycle to make a point? Before you could protest, Kayn possessed your lips with a snarl and bite. Goose-bumps rose when you heard the undoing of his jean button and the down slide of his zipper.

"I hope I ruin the leather on this stupid thing," you said, gripping his hot dick in your hand.

Kayn growled and shoved your mini-skirt up to your stomach, snapping your panties to the side. "Ruin it and you're going to be licking your mess off the seat, while I fuck you from behind."

Shit. That sounded so hot. "Screw your fucking bike," you said with a shudder. His fingers swiped against your pussy. Completely drenched for him.

"Don't tempt me with the idea." Kayn took himself from you in his hand, circling your clit with the head of his cock. Slicking it up and down. You writhed, legs shaking against his sides.

Kayn shifted his hips. With his glazed tip, he dragged the length of his cock through your entrance. Your throbbing folds parted, spreading around his shaft. Pushing up to your cervix, he dragged up and back, coating himself with your fluids.

Your hands snatched his shoulders, finding your nails leaving desperate trails for him to take you, over and over and over again. Pleading for him to never stop.

Kayn bent forward, gripping the motorcyle handles. He dipped his head, pressing his teeth against the helix of your ear. "Think you're more exciting than my bike? Then you better purr louder." Bastard!

Kayn slammed inside of you, delivering all of his frustration, hunger and revenge. Taking you like the demon that he inevitably was. You cried out, tightening your legs around him, holding him closer. As if he was your savior and not your actual reaper.

Fuck. You were so hot, tight, and wet. Your walls pulsed and squeezed, making him swell and throb. Kayn gritted his teeth. He almost let himself reach his threshold before you—he was never going to let you fucking win.

Kayn lapped a long tongue across your neck, before diving and sinking a pair of canines into your skin. An apparent mark of his victory. You whole body jolted with pleasure. Your pussy clamped down so hard around his shaft, for a moment, Kayn's vision went black.

You screamed his name. Bucked against him. Coming all around him. Kayn went with you, catching his vulgar groans in his throat as he filled up your insides.

You got exactly what you wanted. Kayne think's he's won, and that's fine. But you were the real winner. He rode you before the damn bike. You smiled to yourself. All according to plan.

[lillaydee]

Matchmade Part 8

Millionaire! Joel Miller / Reader

Having experienced traumatic, life altering events, a freshly divorced Joel worked to repay his debt to the person he owed his life to.

@peelieblue @feenoire @vickie5446 @liciafonseca

WARNINGS:

Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Joel Lives (The Last of Us), Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Character Death, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut.

SERIES MASTER LIST

Part 7

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“What kind of proposition, sir?”

“Please, I thought we’d agreed you would call me Joel, if I’d call you Addie?”

You smiled, mumbling an apology.

“You see, every time I couldn’t pick Sarah up, one of the family members had to do so. They had to rearrange their schedules to accommodate me. They had to get her, make dinner for her, and everything else that comes with taking care of her. They don’t mind, obviously, but it’s getting harder to manage the time for everyone. My brother, Tess, Maria, all work, and my parents are very active in their volunteer work. I would prefer if Sarah has some semblance of stability in her life.”

You listened, wondering where he was going with this.

“I have a guesthouse. Its small, but livable. I propose that you stay there rent free. All I ask in return is that you take Sarah to work with you in the mornings and bring her home when you’re done in the evenings. You will have a permanent address, and I don’t have to worry about arranging for Sarah’s pickup if I have to stay longer after work. What do you think?”

You were dumbfounded. Why would he do this for you? It sounded far too good to be true. But if he was serious, this would help you a lot. You wont need to get another job, and you would have a place to stay, a legal one. You would definitely be able to go back to school earlier than it would be possible right now.

You asked him what your responsibilities would be, apart from taking Sarah to and from the daycare. Nothing, he said. He will take over once the two of you got home. In the event that he had to stay late, he will pay you a babysitting fee to keep an eye on her until he got back. He would order dinner for her if that happened, so you were not even expected to cook for her. You were not his employee. A tenant, more like, in exchange for ferrying his daughter to and from your workplace. You would still work at the daycare, and he would still send Sarah there. The guesthouse will be your home to do as you please, and he and his family will not bother you at all, unless he needed you to babysit, as mentioned.

“What happens when Sarah grows up, or you met someone? I doubt a woman would like you having another woman living in your backyard.”

He barked a laugh. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there, he said, if we ever do.

So, you’ll just have a place to live, and get extra cash for babysitting Sarah for when he had to work late, or go out of town, or had a date - a random thought that made you feel sad all of a sudden.

You couldn’t help it, you immediately said yes.

The smile on his face, the sigh of relief he let go, made you feel warm inside.

“Okay! Erm, you need help packing?”

“What, now?”

He huffed a laugh. “Why not?”

You couldn’t think why not. And to be fair, you were not really keen to find a reason.

So you packed your little suitcase and followed him home in your little car.

**********

Sarah squealed when she saw you, squirming to get away from her Papa, whom you had never met. Jake Miller, he said, holding out a hand for you to shake. Anita, Tess and Maria all greeted you with a hug. They live in the area, they told you. Joel called ahead to let them know you were coming. They’re happy you decided to take the offer. While they love Sarah and would do anything for her, it was getting a bit difficult managing her pickups, especially since they have a big new deal to work on. So, having you doing the pickup would help a lot.  

Your first impression of his home was… humble. You didn’t expect his house to be so… normal? Understated? It’s on the smaller side, considering how much he was worth, not as ostentatious as one might think of a multi-millionaire’s home. And you admired him for that. Even Sarah, being an only child, did not scream spoiled, rich kid to you. And you could understand why, having spent time with his brother, sister in law and best friend for a few days.

The guesthouse was in the backyard, next to the gated pool, again, small, nothing that screams millionaire. It’s basically a studio, but comfortable, livable, as he had said. Sarah wouldn’t leave your side, excited that you would be living with her. Maria came to you the next morning, a contract of tenancy in her hands, stating exactly what he had said – you would be living there, rent free, in exchange for getting his daughter to and from the daycare. Anything beyond, will be subject to an additional fee to be paid directly to you bank account, the fee listed for you to approve.

To say he’s being generous would be an understatement of gigantic proportions. 

You start Monday. He drove you to your storage unit that day, helping you take some of what you needed – you no longer need to live out of a suitcase. By Sunday night, the small guesthouse had been transformed into a small temporary dwelling you can really restart you life from.

You knocked on his patio door Monday morning to get Sarah for daycare. He had given you a key to the house, but you didn’t want to overstep. Sarah opened the door for you, and your senses were immediately overwhelmed by a strong smell of something burning, although there was no smoke.

“Daddy burned the bread,” she said to you, screwing her face, remembering the almost disturbingly dark chocolate colored toast she ate for breakfast that day.

You faux-cringed a bit, laughed, but didn’t comment on anything. You picked up her bag, and said goodbye to him, already dressed for work. He gave Sarah a sloppy kiss and told her he’d see her after daycare.

He helped her get into the booster seat on your back seat and closed the door. He stood there, waiting to wave the two of you off. Of course, your car decided this morning, of all the mornings in the world, to not start until the fifth try.

You actually saw the smile on his face falter. As if he was regretting this arrangement. Now his daughter was stuck to be driven in an unreliable rusty tin can of a car. But no matter, the car started, and off you and Sarah went, your first day in your new life, driving Sarah to the daycare and back.

When you arrived home that day, Joel’s truck was already there. You went around the back to drop Sarah off via the patio door again, easier for you since your new dwelling was in the backyard. The door was already opened, and Joel, still in his work clothes, was at the kitchen sink, draining what looked like overcooked pasta, while the microwave beeped telling you something was done heating. You helped Sarah take her shoes off and placed her bag next to the door. You watched him place the super fluffy pasta onto some bowls and took out a jar of pasta sauce from the microwave, pouring them over the pasta.

Don’t judge, you thought. Shut up. He’s doing the best he could as a busy, single dad. But when you saw him place what looked like boiled frozen meatballs into the bowls, you quickly said goodbye and left before you said anything that could get you kicked out of this sweet new place you just landed. You heard him ask if you would join them for dinner, but the memory of those grey looking meatballs bobbing in the murky looking water in the pot just made you lie saying you have some phone calls to make for work.

Like, really? You were a carer at the daycare. What work phone calls? Sheesh.

You went home and ate the leftover fruit salad you had from the dinner the night before, feeling guilty that you let the two people generous enough to put a roof over your head eat whatever that was that Joel served to his daughter. Stop it. Don’t go all mother hen on them. Sit down. You must have something you needed to do here.

Turned out, you didn’t. Someone had come in while you were out, and your laundry was done, pressed, hung and folded, the whole studio vacuumed, mopped and wiped. Even your sheets had been changed and laundered.

You wanted to feel guilty, feeling as if you got a much better deal out of this arrangement than he did, but you know what? After the shit year you’d had? You’ll take it. The guilt will take over, you knew yourself too well, so you knew it was coming, but for now? You were going to put your feet up and enjoy this opportunity you’d been given. So rather than feel guilty, you switched the TV on, and watched some drag queens get judged instead.

**********

Joel slowly closed Sarah’s door, leaving a crack open so he could hear her if she needed him. He walked back into the kitchen to finish cleaning up, his kitchen sink facing your guesthouse. He could see the lights of whatever you were watching flicker in your darkened home. These past two nights, he had the best sleep. Like the weight had been lifted off his shoulder. He could feel Allie smile at him. He did it, he helped you. He could make sure you were okay now.

He heard your phone ring. Your door opened, and he turned the tap off, not wanting to bother you with your call. He wiped his hands, planning on finishing rinsing the dishes later when he heard you call someone by the name Jimmy. He stilled at that. Did you have someone? Someone named Jimmy? The idea made him want to scream. Oh, crap. What if you brought this Jimmy home? He couldn’t say anything to that. You were not some child who had curfews and rules about not bringing boys home. You were a full grown adult. Oh God, he’d have to endure watching you go out on dates? His heart was already clenching at the idea, what would happen if it came true? He decided he’d heard enough, and just as he was checking that the patio door was locked, he heard you tell this Jimmy you loved him.

Sleep evaded Joel that night.

**********

You hung up with Cece, she had just heard of your new living arrangement and was calling to see if everything was okay. Jimmy hovering as usual, interrupting his beautiful fiancée at every opportunity. You lost count how many times you let out an exasperated ‘Jimmy’, shaking your head at his antics. He had never been able to believe how lucky he was to have found Cece. From the beginning, she had never been intimidated by you, quickly embracing you as a good friend, someone important in his life. And you, you count your lucky stars to have both of them in your life. They were so supportive, always there for you throughout the whole ordeal with Tanya and Allie’s accident. If it weren’t for them…

“Anyway, Julie told me this new landlord of yours is hot. That true?” you could practically see the teasing smile she had on, Jimmy immediately asking “Really? How hot? Is he nice? Is he a serial killer?”

“Jimmy!” you called out, giving up on any privacy in your phone calls with Cece. She always used the speakerphone anyway.

“I need to know, like, is he bigger than me? Can I take him down? Should I bring back up?”

“Goodbye Jimmy.”

Cece laughed out loud, “Go to bed, silly man. Bye Addie. Brunch this weekend? Our treat?”

“Sure. We’ll set it up. Text me. Love you.”

“Love you.”

You thought you heard the patio door rattle. When you looked, all you saw was Joel’s broad back walking away in the dim lights of his house.

**********

You made it three days. Exactly three days. You couldn’t handle it anymore. On Tuesday, Sarah told you she had soft cornflakes for breakfast. He had accidentally poured the hot milk for his bran into her cereal, and didn’t have any more cereal to serve, so he poured the hot milk out onto his bran and replaced it with cold milk. He ordered Tacos for dinner. On Wednesday, he made her pancakes, but burnt one side because he couldn’t find that particular pair of socks she wanted to wear, which turned out to be from a year ago, and she no longer fit into. He ordered Chinese for dinner. They ate the leftovers for breakfast on Thursday, which was not bad, you guessed.

To be fair, he did look flustered. He was doing his best. It was extremely busy time at the office, and imagining the poor little girl eating whatever her hardworking dad served her made you love her more, but oh dear God, you were worried for her. She wasn’t starving, but when you came home on Thursday to him about to open a can of baked beans and sausages, you told him to stop. Come on, Joel. Really.

You folded your sleeves and got to work with what they had in the freezer. Within half an hour, you served the two of them some steaming hot chicken rice porridge with carrots and peas, which Sarah devoured. Joel had three bowls full, and seemed disappointed to see there was none left.

You went to bed feeling guilty. You’re sure you had overstepped. But neither were complaining about it. Fuck it. He’s letting you stay here rent free. The least you could do was make sure they eat well. You had to eat too, right? How could you eat well a few yards away in the beautiful studio when you knew they would be eating from a can?

You made them French Toast for breakfast the next morning and made a list of things you would need for dinner. Joel kept telling you that you didn’t need to do this, all the while stuffing his face with four thick slices of the eggy vanilla-ey goodness. Sarah cleaned her plate, asking if she could have them again tomorrow, receiving a nudge and a head shake from Joel, telling her that tomorrow was Saturday, let’s not bother Miss Addie on Saturday. She nodded and put her head down, looking at you with those delicious puppy dog pleading eyes.

Well. You guessed you’d be making French Toast for breakfast tomorrow. Add berries and maple syrup to the list please.

Just before you got in your car, you turned around and handed him a brown paper bag. He looked at it, a question in his eyes. Your lunch, you told him. He was taken aback. What? Your lunch, you told him again. He didn’t react, just sort of looked at the paper bag, took it, and nodded a thank you, before taking a step back and closing your door for you. He kept staring at you, paper bag in hand, and forgot to wave until you were out of his sight.

He got to his office, his backpack on his right shoulder, the paper bag in his left hand. It was a strange feeling. One he hadn’t had since he was still in school. Carrying food someone made for him to work. He placed the bag on his desk, his secretary taking it to put in the pantry when bringing in his coffee. No, he said, leave it there. But sir, you have a meeting in thirty minutes. You normally don’t like unnecessary items on your desk.

“This is necessary,” he said, his chest puffed up a bit. It’s silly really, but to him, it was proof that someone cared enough about him to make sure he wasn’t hungry for lunch. And that was worth showing off.

Come lunch time, he took out the BLT you had made him, and ate it with the biggest smile on his face.

**********

You were cleaning up after the children had their lunch when Julie came to find you, a sour note to her face. Alice, one of the other staff, had received a phone call at the office, saying that someone matching your description was seen drinking by the back door during lunch. She knew it was bullshit, but she was gonna sniff your breath, just in case. You gave her a resigned look, open your mouth and let her sniff. She rolled her eyes and mouthed a sorry at you. The two of you checked the number on the call log. Just as you expected. Tanya. Both of you just shook your heads. You had told her what she had said to you during the conference, both of you puzzled as to why she was this vindictive towards you.

Julie left with you and Sarah that day. She wanted to stop at the store to get some groceries for dinner. Joel had called to tell you he will be a bit late, and asked if you could order something for Sarah’s dinner. You needed groceries anyway, so you decided to get something you can make for them both. Sarah was sitting merrily in the toddler seat in the cart, when Tanya appeared out of nowhere. She greeted Julie as if they were old friends, Julie’s body stiff with awkwardness when she forced a hug out of her.

She looked at Sarah and raised her eyebrows at you. She gave you a resigned sigh and told you to please have some pride in yourself. Nannying at your age. Sending the girl back to her unsuspecting single father before going back to live in your car. Sheesh Addie, have some dignity.

“She lives with us, not in her car,” Sarah piped up, clearly displeased at Tanya’s attack on you.

Tanya’s eyes snapped back at you, shocked at this little news.

“You live with him?”

You didn’t respond.

“Sheesh Addie. I know you’re desperate but whoring yourself for a roof over your head?” she spat out, before turning on her heels and storming off.

“Oh my God. I cannot stand her. What a bitch!” Julie said, throwing the kitchen towels she had in her hands into the cart.

“What’s a ‘bidge’?” Sarah asked.

Julie cowered under the glare you gifted her.

**********

Joel came home to a house smelling like Bolognese. His mouth immediately watering, his tummy growling. He walked into the kitchen, greeted by the sight of you helping Sarah ball up fresh meatballs, his little girl giggling at the misshapen meatball she had created, you telling her it’s okay, it didn’t need to be perfect, it’ll still be delicious. Sarah then decided she was going to roll the next one in the shape of a sausage instead. She asked you if Daddy would love the meatballs she made for him. Of course he would, you told her. You’re his BabyGirl. He would love anything you made for him.

Joel almost melted at the sight. Yet another thing he had never seen happen in his kitchen between his ex and his daughter.

“Daddy! Look, I make meatballs!”

“Good job, BabyGirl,” he said, giving her a sloppy kiss. He straightened up, consciously forcing himself to stay where he was, and not go around his daughter to give you a kiss too. “You really didn’t need to do this; you’re doing too much.”

“Eh, she has to eat, why not make some for you too? And if there are leftovers, we can freeze the sauce for you to reheat next time. You could bring that for lunch next week. Unless you’d prefer to buy your own lunch? I didn’t even think of that, I’m so sorry if I overstepped,” you offered, suddenly horrified that you had done something that crossed the line. He’s a grown man. Why on earth did you even assume he’d want you to pack his lunch for him?

You were just used to doing that when Allie was still around. Being in a kitchen with people to serve again, you just went on autopilot.

“No, you didn’t. I loved it,” he quickly said. “It’s great not having to decide what to eat for once. I just didn’t want you to feel obliged to do it.”

You seemed to look relieved, nodding you head okay. He eyed the ingredients on the counter, realizing that you had gone shopping. He quickly took the card he had given you last time and told you to use it for groceries. If you’re cooking for Sarah, you shouldn’t have to use your own money for groceries. Please, he said, use it to buy whatever you need too.

You looked hesitant. It’ll save him from making his own list and reimbursing you for them, he said. You agreed after a while.

He went in to shower and change, and when he came out, dinner was served. Two plates of steaming spaghetti Bolognese with misshapen meatballs were waiting for him and Sarah. You sat with them, making sure they had what they needed. He asked why you were not eating too, you told him you were still full. He looked hesitant, but you assured him you were alright.

You didn’t tell him that to you, eating with him and Sarah was something you viewed as extremely intimate. You didn’t want him to think you fancied yourself as one of them, when the reality was, you were just someone he offered his guest house to, in exchange for driving his daughter to daycare.

You watched, satisfied at Sarah’s messy face upon almost face planting into her ‘pesgeti’, asking her Daddy if he liked the meatballs she made for him. He couldn’t even answer, nodding his head, his mouth full of pasta and meat.

This seemed intimate already. You shouldn’t be here. This should be between the two of them. Father and daughter.

Don’t forget yourself, Addie. Never forget yourself.  

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Part 9

[it-happened-one-fic]

Hours in the Moonlight: Fathomless Vespers - 16. Suspicious and Perplexed

Summary: The time had finally come for you to give your report on the Octavinelle clan’s evaluation. There was just one problem though. None of Crowley’s men were showing up and it was starting to get steadily more frustrating.

Series Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ series/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ sfw/ platonic interactions too!

Trigger Warning: Vampire

Word Count: 1246

Hours in the Moonlight Master-List

The waiting game was agonizing, as it so often was. 

By now I was fully prepared to inform whoever Crowley sent that the Octavinelle clan was innocent of being connected to the influx of insane vampires, but no one came.

Usually I would’ve been checked in on twice by one of his men by now, and to be honest, the radio silence was getting to me.

It didn’t make sense for Crowley to not want a report when Sam had acted like both he and the rest of Crowley’s group were particularly worried about me evaluating the Octavinelle clan. The lack of word from them only increased my suspicions that my job at the clans had very little to do with the evaluation, though.

If it did, Crowley would’ve sent someone already.

I flopped down on my couch after yet another long day of waiting on tables and joking around with the twins and Azul. It had become a part of my evening by now. Going into work like it was any other job and laughing with them like they were just my coworkers and nothing else. It was almost amusing how mundane it would be if it weren’t for the fact they were vampires and I was a vampire hunter.

My fingers idly fiddled with my cross necklace that I’d pulled out from under my shirt. I let my thoughts drift along the same path that they’d been taking the past few nights.

What could be the possible reason for the silence from Crowley?

I didn’t see how I could’ve upset him, since there was no way he could know that I’d ever contemplated asking Azul for information on him.

If I were lucky, he was actually doing something about the insane vampires, but I highly doubted it. 

That would be far too responsible of him.

I let my hand and arm flop down from the couch as I frowned up at the ceiling. At this point, I might as well start getting ready to go to sleep. There was the chance that I might get a visit from Vil, but with how much he’d been visiting recently, he was probably going to have to focus more on the Pomefiore clan at some point fairly soon.

No sooner than that thought had occurred, I heard a tapping on my window and shot up into a seated position.

I paused, though, frowning as the tapping came again. Because that wasn’t Vil, Epel, or any of the other usual suspects. In fact, it sounded suspiciously like metal tapping against glass, which made no sense.

I stood, almost hesitantly, before heading towards my window as I ran through the list of what it might be in my head.

There was nothing metal near my window, so it shouldn’t be anything busted. A vampire didn’t really make a lot of sense either, though. None of them would tap on the window with some metal object when they could just knock.

I reached out, grasping the curtains and inhaling. Either way, even if it was a vampire, it would be okay if I just looked out. They couldn’t come in unless I gave them permission.

I could even open the window and still be safe so long as I stood far enough back.

Having made up my mind, I yanked the curtains open, and my eyes widened in surprise almost immediately. 

Crowley all but beamed at me from behind his mask. His fangs glinting in the bright light from the full moon as his hand, tipped with metal claws, withdrew from the window.

I hurriedly opened the window, hardly knowing what else to do and not even having the chance to say something before the man spoke. His eyes glowing brightly as he continued to smile widely, “There you are, Hatchling! I was worried when you didn’t answer immediately. Sam told that me you are usually quite prompt to greet your visitors.”

I shook my head slightly before I managed to speak. My voice coming out in a harsh-sounding whisper that was utterly coated in blatant disbelief, “Crowley?! What are you doing here?”

At odds with his glee, I was shocked and at least vaguely horrified by the man’s presence. I’d known that he knew where I lived, but I’d never expected him to come here.

He frowned at my reaction, having the gall to look slightly hurt as the wind blew his feathered cape around, “To congratulate you.”

I blinked at his sulky tone before stepping back, not providing him any indication to enter as I casually distanced myself from him.

He was completely different from how he’d been the last time I’d seen him, which also doubled as the first time we’d met.

Then, he’d been imposing. The sort of person I could see being a mastermind behind some horrible scheme such as the one he’d used to turn Rook and Epel into vampires and force me into entering the world of the night as his vampire hunter.

Right now he seemed ridiculous at best as he pouted at me from my window, though. Almost like a useless friend who was hurt that their pleas for a loan were being met with rejection because you and them both knew you’d never get that money back and they’d only waste it.

I swallowed, reigning in my astonishment as I eyed the vampire in front of me, “What are you congratulating me for?”

My tone sounded less wary and more confused, though there was still some wariness there. But this definitely wasn’t what I would’ve expected from my next meeting with Crowley if I’d been asked mere moments ago.

He brightened at my words, recovering remarkably quickly from his sulkiness, “On your success! You’ve done a marvelous job handling each of those problem children.”

He all but beamed at me as I blinked up at him in confusion. I could only assume that by ‘problem children’ he meant the clans.

“Of course, I’m also here to personally receive your report regarding the Octavinelle clan. After all, I am so very kind and have finally managed to find... Make, the time to come see you,” His tone was filled with fondness even as he corrected himself, though I certainly didn’t know where it was coming from.

It wasn’t like we were old friends, after all.

“I… The Octavinelle clan doesn’t seem to be connected to the insane vampire issue in any way whatsoever,” I faltered slightly as I answered, but he only nodded. Smiling all the while as if this were a truly delightful occasion.

“I see. That means you only have one clan left to evaluate!” He clapped his hands together as if this were wonderful news. But then something in his expression shifted, and he leaned forward, as far into my apartment as he could with permission to enter, “By the way, were you able to win over the Octavinelle clan, by any chance?”

I stilled at his words, forcing my face to not betray my thoughts as I slowly answered in as neutral a fashion as possible, “I believe so, yes.”

His face brightened once more, almost like a cloud disappearing as he nodded, “Splendid. I will speak to you again after your next evaluation. I expect good news, my little hatchling! Good luck!”

And with that he was gone in an inexplicable flurry of feathers. Leaving me both more suspicious and perplexed than I had been before.

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Bucking Tradition: A Yellowstone Fanfic

Chapter Fifteen

“A girl could get used to this,” I murmured as I buried my face into Ryan’s chest. Dawn was peeking in through the window, a gentle reminder that our little fairytale was drawing to a close.

“I know, baby,” he replied, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head. “But we better get back. I can’t have folks thinking I kidnapped you.”

I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “I’ll just tell them I went along willingly. No Stockholm syndrome or anything like that,” I teased. “Next time you kidnap me, though, give me a heads-up so I can pack a toothbrush—and bring my good underwear.”

Ryan grinned and, with a playful tug, pulled my satin panties from beneath the sheet. “If these aren’t your good underwear, baby, then I’m looking forward to seeing what else you have.”

I wrinkled my nose in mock indignation and yanked them back from his grasp. “Give me those,” I said, laughing. “And tell me—where did you hide my bra?”

He pointed at the chair. I grabbed the sheet from the bed, wrapping it around myself as I moved over to retrieve my bra.

“You know, I’ve seen all of you before,” he teased, watching me struggle to cover up.

“Not in this lighting,” I retorted with a smirk. “And not all at once.”

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror above the desk—hair in disarray, makeup smeared, a raw reminder of the night's chaos.

“I need a shower,” I said, shooting him a look. “That’s not an invitation.”

He chuckled softly. “Wasn’t even thinking about it.”

“Yeah, you were,” I retorted with a playful edge.

“Well… it might have crossed my mind,” he admitted. “Go ahead—I promise I’ll wait here.”

I slipped into the bathroom, feeling an odd mix of anxiety and resignation. I couldn’t understand why I was so self-conscious about him seeing me like this. After all, he’d seen me covered in dirt and mud before. So why did this feel different?

Perhaps it was because this time it wasn’t about work. Outside of the ranch duties, I rarely presented myself as the polished girl that everyone expected. Sure, I was attractive—I had good boobs and kept myself in shape for riding—but I never really made the effort to look or act like a girl off the saddle. And in this moment, I realized that the unvarnished version of me was just as real as any carefully curated image.

I stepped out of the shower and slipped back into my jeans, feeling a little more like myself—less exposed, less vulnerable.

“Alex,” Ryan called softly, tapping on the door. I opened it to let him in, and of course, even with bedhead and a sleepy glimmer in his eyes, he looked incredibly sexy. In his hand, he carried a package with a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste.

“Thank you,” I said with a playful smile. “I’ll feel a lot better about kissing you if I don’t have morning breath.”

He chuckled and pulled me into his chest. “I was wondering what that was all about.”

I arched a brow. “Honeymoon phase over already?”

“If that means I get to watch you do your morning routine, then sure,” he replied with a mischievous glint.

I stepped away from his warmth, running my hands over his chest—still sprinkled with my body glitter. “You need a shower,” I teased.

Ryan smirked as he scooted past me toward the bathroom. “I thought you were branding me so those horny girls would stay away.”

I shot him a playful glare. “There aren’t any horny girls at the ranch. Unless you want to explain to my father why you’re wearing so much glitter.”

“Shower it is,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek before slipping behind the curtain. “You can join me if you want.”

I hesitated, then decided it was safer to stay here. I waited until I heard the water running, then swished and spit out my toothpaste, all the while watching him from the doorway, a mix of amusement and anticipation in my eyes.

I did the room a once over, making sure nothing was forgotten before we stepped out. Back to reality. 

“I’m buying you breakfast, cowboy,” I told him when we got to the truck. “None of that gentleman bullshit either.” I still let him open the door for me. 

“You’re getting real bossy, princess,” he glanced up at me with that smile of his, “too used to getting your way.” 

I never brought up finances with him, it was never an issue. But I knew what Dad paid the hands so I knew that Ryan had likely spent half a week’s wages taking me out. It didn’t seem fair to me. 

“Please, Ryan,” I looked over at him, “let me do this.”

“Alright, fine,” he relented. 

“Stopping at a drive-thru on the way doesn’t count,” I said to him as he eyed the nearest McDonalds. 

“I’m not picky, baby,” he responded. 

“I know you’re not, but I want to sit down somewhere,” I insisted, folding my arms as I gave him a look.

Ryan exhaled through his nose, shaking his head with a smirk. “Alright, princess, pick the place.”

I didn’t bother arguing about the nickname. It was easier to let him have it. Plus, the way he said it didn’t feel like an insult—it felt like a tease, one I wasn’t entirely opposed to.

I scanned the street as we drove, looking for a diner that seemed promising. The neon sign of a little mom-and-pop place caught my eye, boasting Best Pancakes in the County in flashing red letters.

“There,” I pointed. “That looks good.”

Ryan pulled into the lot, cutting the engine before glancing at me. “You do know this probably costs the same as McDonald's, right?”

I shrugged. “Maybe, but at least I don’t have to eat out of a bag.”

He chuckled as he climbed out, making his way to my side of the truck to open my door. “I thought we weren’t doing the gentleman bullshit?”

I rolled my eyes but stepped out with a smirk. “I make exceptions.”

I didn’t realize how hungry I was until we stepped food inside. I suppose a wild night with a sexy cowboy drains all of your calories. The lady behind the counter motioned for us to take a seat at an empty table. 

“Coffee?” she asked.

“Yes, please, cream,” I told her as we slid into the open booth. 

He watched as I dumped a hefty amount of sugar and dumped three of those little cups of half-and-half into my warm cup.

“Do you even like coffee?” he chuckled. 

“Not everyone drinks it black with no soal in it,” I watched him take a sip straight from the cup. 

“You’re sweet enough, for me,” he grinned. “I don’t need any extra sugar.” 

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the warmth that crept up my neck. “Smooth talker,” I muttered, stirring my coffee.

Ryan smirked, setting his cup down. “Just calling it like I see it.”

The waitress returned with a notepad in hand. “Y’all decide what you want?”

I glanced at the menu, even though I already knew. “Short stack with bacon, please.”

Ryan barely looked at the menu before ordering. “Same, but make it a full stack. And extra bacon.”

The waitress nodded, jotting it down before walking off. I leaned back in the booth, taking another sip of my coffee, watching Ryan across from me. His hair was still a little damp from the shower, his shirt slightly wrinkled. It suited him. Rugged, easygoing—like he hadn’t just turned my world upside down last night.

“So,” I started, tracing the rim of my cup with my finger, “where do we go from here?”

Ryan leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “What do you mean?”

I hesitated, unsure how to phrase it without sounding ridiculous. “I mean… was this just a one-time thing? Or are we—” I waved a hand between us, “—something?”

His lips quirked, but his eyes were serious. “What do you want us to be?”

That was the real question, wasn’t it? I wasn’t sure how to answer it. I hadn’t thought past last night—past finally having him the way I’d wanted for so long.

I took a breath, holding his gaze. “I don’t know. But I don’t want it to be nothing.”

Ryan reached across the table, his fingers brushing against mine. “Then it won’t be.”

—-

I relaxed a little when we got back to the ranch. Dad and Rip were already out dealing with the whole bear situation. Jamie finally made it home last night. Got in a fistfight with our father and was told to drop out of the race for Attorney General or leave the ranch.

Jamie left the ranch. 

Beth recounted the story to me with entirely too much glee. But I knew she had a strained relationship with Jamie even on their good days. 

“I wish you didn’t idolize him,” she said, “Jamie will always be a snake.” I guess maybe I saw something in Jamie she didn’t. I knew who my brother was. Maybe I was rooting for him a little to be what he wanted to be. 

“Sometimes it’s ok to want something other than what Dad wants,” I muttered. She wasn’t listening to me. 

Beth scoffed, lighting a cigarette as she leaned against the fence. “And sometimes, wanting something different just makes you blind to the truth.” She exhaled a slow stream of smoke, eyeing me like she was waiting for me to argue.

I didn’t. Not because I agreed with her, but because I was too damn tired to get into it. Jamie had made his choice, and so had Dad. None of it was my business—not really.

Beth studied me for a beat, then smirked. “You look like hell, by the way.”

“Thanks, Beth,” I muttered, rubbing my temples.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and then she grinned like she’d just uncovered some dirty little secret. “Oh, wait. This isn’t about Jamie at all, is it? You’re all dreamy-eyed and distracted. Who was it?”

I frowned. “Who was what?”

Beth rolled her eyes. “Who rocked your world last night, little sister?”

I felt the heat creep up my neck, but I played it cool, crossing my arms. “None of your damn business.”

Her laughter was sharp and knowing. “Oh, it’s my business now. Spill.”

I hesitated, but Beth had a way of seeing through the bullshit. And besides, if I didn’t tell her, she’d figure it out on her own.

“Ryan.”

Beth’s smirk widened. “Well, well. Took you long enough.”

I blinked. “You knew?”

“Please,” she flicked her cigarette away, “you’ve been looking at that man like he hung the damn stars since you were sixteen.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but she wasn’t wrong.

Beth looped an arm around my shoulders, tugging me close. “Just promise me one thing, okay?”

I sighed. “What?”

She met my gaze, all the teasing gone from her expression. “Don’t let him break your heart, again.”

I swallowed hard, because I wasn’t sure how to promise that.

“I’m gonna go get changed before Dad gets back,” I said then walked inside and up the steps. 

I looked at myself in the mirror, did I look that much different than I had the day before? I wasn’t exactly a virgin before Ryan. And he and I had fucked each other in almost every corner of the ranch at least once. But something about last night had shifted things—it wasn’t just a stolen moment or reckless indulgence. It meant something.

Shaking the thought away, I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the lingering haze of the night. After changing into fresh clothes, I buttoned up my shirt and stepped out of my room—only to collide with a man I didn’t recognize.

He was dressed in sweats and a tank top, looking like he’d barely survived whatever the hell last night had thrown at him. Before I could ask who the hell he was, he muttered one word.

“Beth.”

“She’s probably still outside,” I replied, watching him trudge down the steps like every movement was a personal betrayal.

Curiosity piqued, I followed him downstairs and out the kitchen door to the porch—just in time to watch him stagger to the edge and violently empty the contents of his stomach into my grandmother’s rosebush.

Dad’s voice cut through the moment like a blade. “Who the fuck are you?”

I lifted my coffee mug to my lips, watching the scene unfold. “I don’t fucking know. He’s not with me.” I gestured toward the hungover mess bent over the flowers. “Pretty sure he’s Beth’s new boyfriend.”

“God, no,” Beth’s voice came from behind me as she sauntered outside. “That’s Jason. My assistant.”

I shot her a look. “Your assistant is puking in the roses.”

She took one glance at him and shrugged. “Guess he can’t handle his whiskey.”

Dad muttered something under his breath and shook his head, while Jason groaned and wiped his mouth.

Beth smirked and patted his back—maybe a little too hard. “Welcome to the ranch, city boy.”

Jason grumbled something unintelligible before retreating inside, no doubt heading for a shower to wash off both the whiskey and his humiliation.

Dad exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face before turning his attention to me. “How was the rodeo, sweetheart?”

I blinked. He never asked me about the rodeo.

“It was good,” I said carefully. “Ran late, so I stayed the night in Bozeman.” It's not technically a lie—just an omission of the more interesting details. The technicalities were starting to pile up. 

He nodded, seemingly satisfied. “Well, I’m glad you had a good time.” Then his expression hardened. “I’m heading out. And I don’t want you trying to run interference for your brother. Got it? He fucked up, and he’s gonna deal with the consequences.”

“Yes, sir.” There was no arguing with John Dutton when his mind was made up. Not for me, not for anyone.

Jamie had made a mess of the whole damn situation. All he had to do was pick up the phone. I knew there had to be a reason—even if it didn’t excuse it.

“Come on, little sister,” Beth’s voice cut through my thoughts as she stepped outside, Jason trailing behind her looking half alive. “We’re going on a little field trip.”

“What? Where?” I stood up, falling in step behind her. Beth never involved me in her business. Maybe she thought I was too naïve. Or maybe she just assumed I wasn’t interested in anything beyond my horse. That second part was mostly true.

“Do not put your dirty boots on my leather seats,” she warned as I slid into the passenger seat of her Bentley.

“I wasn’t going to,” I muttered, settling into the plush seat. The car suited Beth—sleek, stylish, powerful. Everything she was and I wasn’t. I drove a truck. It was practical. And covered in mud on most days.

“So,” Beth smirked as she pulled onto the road, “how was he?”

I blinked. “Did you really drag me along just to ask about my sex life?”

“You have one now, so yeah, we get to talk about it.” She pressed her foot harder on the gas. “I used to tell you about mine.”

“In excruciating detail,” I groaned.

“If I didn’t, who the hell else was gonna teach you?” Beth shot me a look. “Our brothers still think you’re too sweet to fuck around. But I know better.”

I scoffed. “I don’t exactly fuck around, Beth.”

“I know, I know,” she rolled her eyes. “You only have eyes for one cowboy.”

A small smile tugged at my lips, but I glanced out the window as the fields of the ranch rolled past. “Lee was actually pretty helpful in that department,” I admitted. We didn’t talk about Lee much.

Beth was quiet for a beat. “I wish I had gone to Lee for help when I needed it…” she trailed off, her voice softer than usual.

There was more to the story but I didn’t press. Beth was always closed-lipped. If she wanted me to know, I’d already know. 

My brow furrowed when Beth pulled to a stop right outside Jamie’s campaign office.

“Why are we here?” I asked, already dreading the answer.

“To take him down several notches,” she smirked, unbuckling her seatbelt. “Come on, let’s see what our brother thinks is more important than his family.”

I sighed, shaking my head, but still followed behind her. Someone had to at least try to keep her from making a scene. Or, at the very least, minimize the damage.

The moment we stepped inside, every eye in the room was on Beth. That wasn’t unusual. Beth had a way of commanding attention, like a flame drawing in helpless moths—only for them to end up burned. She walked with purpose, cutting through the room like a shark scenting blood, while I scanned the space for Jamie. He needed a warning, even a small one. I was angry at him, furious even, for how he had hurt our father, how he had chosen himself over all of us. But I also understood why he had done it. And I knew there was still a way back—if only Jamie would take it.

We pushed through to the back, where he sat at a table, deep in conversation with his assistant. Beth leaned casually against the doorframe, smirking like she had just caught them in the act. My attention went straight to Jamie’s face. The bruising along his cheekbone was stark against his pale skin, and I instinctively took a step forward.

“Don’t do it,” Beth muttered, throwing an arm out to stop me.

The woman sitting with Jamie turned to us with an expression that made my stomach turn. Smug. Satisfied. Like she had just won something valuable. So, this was her—the problem. She didn’t care about Jamie, not really. She wanted his power.

Beth saw it too. “I’m sure she’ll fulfill those pegging fantasies of yours with those hips,” she sneered at Jamie, her voice dripping with condescension.

Jamie tensed, his lips pressing into a firm line. I ignored Beth’s taunts and took a softer approach. “Jamie,” I said gently, “just come back. Work it out with Dad.”

His jaw clenched. “No. This is what I want,” he said with conviction. “I’m not gonna let him take it from me. I won’t let him.”

Beth didn’t miss a beat, shifting her attention to the woman beside him. “When he lets you down, sweetheart—and we all know how soft he really is—you can keep him.”

“He won’t let me down,” the woman replied, her voice so thick with smug confidence that it made my skin crawl.

Beth scoffed, turning her full focus back to Jamie. “We’re doing a little restructuring. You’re being replaced as Chief Counsel.” She held out her hand expectantly. “I’m gonna need your credit card, your bank card, and the keys to your truck.”

Jamie’s eyes darkened, his anger barely restrained. “I’ve spent my whole life fighting for this family,” he spat, “and now I’m just not a part of it anymore?”

“You can’t unmake family, Jamie,” Beth said smoothly, fingers wiggling in the air, “but you can take their gold card.”

For a long moment, he just stared at her, his face unreadable. Then, with a sharp exhale, he pulled out his wallet, yanked out a card, and tossed it onto the table. His truck keys followed. Beth snatched them up and, without hesitation, threw them at me.

Jamie’s eyes met mine. Don’t look at me like that, I wanted to tell him. I didn’t ask for this. I shook my head, hoping he would see the truth in it. I am not part of this plan.

Beth turned on her heel and sauntered toward the door. Before I could follow, she shot me a pointed look. “Do not give him any money, Alex.”

Jamie didn’t say a word, just clenched his jaw and looked away.

I gave him an apologetic glance before turning and following my sister out the door.

—

I hated to admit it, but Jamie’s truck drove a hell of a lot smoother than mine. Not that I had any intention of keeping it. But I couldn't ignore the fact that it was decked out with all the bells and whistles—the latest GPS navigation system, satellite radio, and leather seats so damn soft they felt like they belonged in a luxury car, not a ranch truck.

Pulling into the driveway, I shifted into park and climbed out, giving the truck another once-over. Shaking my head, I let out a scoff. This thing has never hauled a damn thing in its life. It was pristine, barely a speck of dust on it, and I couldn’t picture it with a trailer loaded full of horses rattling behind it.

It didn’t belong on the ranch.

And Jamie… maybe he didn’t either.

He made his choice, and it wasn’t us. It was her. That smug, conniving bitch. Would I have felt this way about any woman my brothers dated? No—I liked Monica well enough. So it had to be her. Something about the way she looked at us, like she’d already won some twisted game we didn’t even know we were playing.

I started toward the house, then stopped. I already knew what waited for me behind those doors—more drama, more tension, more of Dad’s cold, unwavering judgment. And right now, I wasn’t ready for it.

I needed a moment to breathe. To shake off the weight of everything before I let it bury me.

So I turned on my heel and headed for the bunkhouse.

It had always been a sanctuary, a place where I could let my guard down, even just a little. But now… now, it was something else entirely.

The guys were gathered around the table, a deck of cards worn at the edges between them, trading jabs and testing each other's patience to see who would break first. It was their ritual, their unspoken tradition.

For a brief second, I hesitated in the doorway.

I wasn’t one of the guys anymore. Not really. I’d grown up in this bunkhouse, but things had shifted. I wasn’t sure if it was because of Ryan or just because I’d changed. Maybe both.

Colby must’ve seen the doubt flicker across my face because, without missing a beat, he shoved a cold beer into my hand and kicked out an empty chair at the table. Sit down. Stay. My welcome here hadn’t worn out just yet.

So I plopped down, letting the familiar energy of the room settle around me.

“Is he bluffing?” Colby asked, eyeing Ryan across the table. “He’s lookin’ smug as hell and not crackin’.”

I grinned, taking a sip of my beer. “I’m not giving away any trade secrets.”

“Told you she wouldn’t rat me out,” Ryan said, all cocky, before draping his arm around my shoulders and pressing a kiss to my temple. His cards shifted slightly in his hand, and I caught a glimpse of them.

I glanced at Colby and gave him a subtle thumbs-up.

Ryan was definitely bluffing.

“How you liking that fancy new hat, Jimmy?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.

“I done fucked up and put it on the bed. You know how to undo that?” he asked, looking genuinely concerned.

I smirked, taking a slow sip of my beer. “I don’t know, lots of sage? Never actually knew a cowboy dumb enough to do it before.”

The table erupted in laughter, and Jimmy grumbled, sinking further into his seat.

“Don’t worry,” I added with a teasing grin. “I can’t see how your luck could get much worse. You fall off your horse every damn day.”

“Twice on Thursdays,” Jake chimed in, shaking his head. “I fold. I can’t tell if he’s bluffin’, and I’m too broke to find out.”

“I’m all in,” Colby announced, tossing a bill into the growing pot in the center of the table.

Ryan stayed stone-faced as the rest of the guys hesitated, trying to read him.

“Turn your cards over, boys,” Lloyd finally said, his gruff voice laced with amusement.

Ryan smirked as he laid his cards down, but the table went silent when Jimmy revealed his hand.

“Son of a bitch,” Ryan muttered.

Lloyd chuckled, slapping Jimmy on the back. “Looks like your luck’s turnin’ around, kid.”

Jimmy grinned, looking down at his winnings like he couldn’t quite believe it himself. Maybe that cursed hat wasn’t so cursed after all.

The table went dead silent when the bunkhouse door swung open. Rip walked in, a woman at his side. She had a quiet confidence about her, the kind that said she didn’t take shit from anyone. Her sharp gaze swept the room, sizing up the men like she was the one deciding if they belonged here.

“This here is Avery,” Rip said. “She’s the new groomer. Y’all are gonna treat her like any other cowboy, that clear?”

The guys nodded, but it was obvious Rip might as well have left a rattlesnake in the room. They looked between each other, waiting until Rip left before their jaws hit the floor.

I wasn’t the type to get threatened by other women, but I had to admit, if the boys hadn’t looked so damn slack-jawed, I might have been.

“Which bunk is free?” she asked, all business.

Ryan pointed toward the corner. “Over there.”

“Pisser?”

Jake nodded in the direction of the bathroom. “Shower’s there too.”

Colby, never one to keep his mouth shut, squinted at her. “Didn’t you used to work at the strip—”

Ryan cut him off with a sharp look.

Avery, unfazed, smirked. “Yeah.”

She strode over to her bunk, unfurling a bedroll like she’d been here all along. The guys, like idiots, got up to watch her.

She huffed, shaking her head. “Might as well get this over with.”

Without hesitation, she unbuttoned her jeans, shimmied them down her hips, and stood there in nothing but her underwear.

“If I wake up in the middle of the night to one of you assholes standing over me beating off,” she said, completely unfazed, “I’ll cut it off.”

The stunned silence that followed was delicious.

I bit my lip to hold back a laugh, but as soon as the bathroom door shut behind her, I couldn’t help myself.

Ryan glanced at me, then toward the closed door. “That don’t bother you?”

“Not in the slightest,” I grinned, taking a sip of my beer.

“You want in on this hand, baby?” Ryan asked, shuffling the deck as the guys gathered around the table for another round.

“Sure, deal me in,” I said, pulling a wad of bills from my pocket and tossing it into the pot. The weight of the cash made a satisfying thud against the table, drawing a few raised brows from the others.

Avery emerged from the shower, fresh-faced and wearing a loose-fitting tank and sweats. She pulled up a stool beside me, running a towel through her damp hair.

“You a hand too?” she asked, eyeing me with curiosity.

“Not exactly,” I replied, watching as Ryan dealt the cards.

“She’s the boss’s daughter,” Jake cut in before I could say more, shooting Avery a knowing look. “But she ropes and rides as good as any of us.”

“Better than most of you,” Lloyd added, smirking as he looked at his cards.

“Damn right,” I said, picking up my cards.

Avery let out a low chuckle, leaning back on her stool. “Didn’t peg you for the type that liked getting your hands dirty.”

I arched a brow. “You spend enough time here, you’ll learn real fast—I don’t just sit pretty on the porch.”

She gave me an appraising nod, then looked at Ryan. “So, cowboy, how bad you gonna let your girl take your money?”

Ryan grinned, draping an arm across the back of my chair. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

I smirked and tossed a few more bills into the pot. “And it won’t be the last.”

The table erupted with laughter as the game went on, the stakes rising right along with the tension.

 “Who’s turn is it anyway?” Ryan asked. 

“Pretty sure it’s your turn like always,” Colby said. 

“I think he’s trying to focus,” I gave his thigh a gentle squeeze. 

“Between the two of you,” Ryan eyed between me and Avery, “you’re bleeding me dry and somehow I kind of like it.” 

The bunkhouse went quiet again when the door swung open again. This time my brother, Kayce, came walking through. 

“Someone point me to an empty bunk,” he said. His voice was cold. Kayce strode over and climbed up in the bunk. 

“Come on, let’s go again, though I might need a small loan,” Ryan chuckled. 

I smirked, sliding my cash in front of him as I stood. “Don’t lose it all in one go, cowboy.”

Ryan gave me a wink. “No promises.”

I walked over to where Kayce laid. Staring at the ceiling like it held all the answers he was looking for.

I pulled a stool over and sat beside him, resting my elbows on my knees. “You wanna talk about it?”

His jaw tightened, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed whatever was on his mind. “No.”

I sighed. “Alright.”

Silence stretched between us, the only sounds in the room coming from the poker game continuing at the table. Ryan was laughing at something Avery said, and Colby grumbled about his bad luck.

Kayce finally turned his head toward me. “Dad kick you out here?”

I scoffed. “No, I just needed a break.” I tilted my head. “You gonna tell me what happened?”

His eyes darkened. “Not tonight.”

I nodded, understanding. Sometimes, words didn’t come easy. Sometimes, you just needed someone to sit with you in the silence.

“Alright,” I said again, reaching out to squeeze his arm before standing up. “You know where to find me.”

Kayce was never the brother I would push for answers. He would always tell me in his own time, or I’d just know what was wrong. So I left him with his thoughts. 

“I love you,” I told him as I turned to walk back to the group. 

“I know you do,” Kayce responded, “Love you too.”

“Awe,” Colby laughed as I made it back to the table, “that was truly a heartfelt moment. Hallmark will be calling to write one of those movies about it.” 

“Shut up,” I gave him a playful nudge. “How much of my money did you lose?” I asked Ryan as I sat back down beside him. 

Ryan had the decency to at least look a little sheepish as he glanced at the dwindling stack of cash in front of him. He scratched the back of his neck, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips.

“Well, sweetheart,” he drawled, “depends on how you define ‘lose.’”

I raised a brow. “If it’s not in your pile, I’d say that counts as lost.”

Colby chuckled. “He put up a good fight, though. Even bluffed his way through a couple of hands. But in the end—” he reached out and pulled the pot toward himself with a triumphant grin— “luck just wasn’t on his side.”

Ryan groaned, leaning back in his chair. “I swear, I was winning when you weren’t looking.”

Avery smirked. “That’s cute. Keep telling yourself that, Ryan.”

I laughed, nudging Ryan’s knee with mine. “I guess I’ll have to start charging interest if you plan on losing any more of my money.”

Ryan turned to me, flashing that slow, charming grin of his. “Or I could just win it all back in the next round.”

Colby snorted. “Now that’s wishful thinking.”

I shook my head, amused. “Alright, deal me in. Let’s see if I can salvage what’s left of my investment.”

Lloyd shuffled the deck, handing out the cards as the game picked up again. I could still feel Kayce’s presence in the corner, his silence heavy, but I knew he’d talk when he was ready.

For now, I let myself enjoy the moment—the laughter, the friendly jabs, and the easy warmth of Ryan’s arm brushing against mine. The bunkhouse had always been my escape, but now, it was starting to feel a little more like home.

"You staying?" Ryan asked as the night wound down, his voice low and easy.

"Do you want me to stay?" I arched a brow, a teasing lilt in my voice. "But just so we're clear—I’m not having sex with you while my brother is across the room."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Didn’t expect you to. Just like having you in my arms when I sleep."

The sincerity in his voice softened me, made it impossible to say no. I pressed a slow, lingering kiss to his jaw. "Well, when you put it like that… how can I refuse?"

With a knowing smirk, he reached into his chest and pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of his sweatpants, handing them to me without a word. The warmth of his fingers brushed against mine, a silent invitation. Ryan always had a way of making the simplest things feel intimate—like handing me something to wear was just another way of pulling me closer to him.

“Don’t fall asleep before I get back,” I teased, already making my way toward the bathroom.

He smirked. “No promises.”

That sent a little shiver down my spine, but I didn’t let him see it. Instead, I just shook my head and disappeared into the bathroom, peeling off my jeans and shirt before slipping into the well-worn softness of his t-shirt and sweats. They were loose, comfortable, and smelled like him—like cedar, leather, and the faintest hint of sweat from a long day’s work.

By the time I came back, the bunkhouse had settled down. The poker game had ended, and most of the guys were either passed out in their bunks or quietly talking amongst themselves. Kayce still hadn’t moved from where he lay, his back to the room, lost in his own world.

Ryan was already stretched out in his bunk, arms folded behind his head, watching me with that lazy smile of his. He lifted the blanket in invitation. “C’mere, sweetheart.”

I didn’t hesitate. Climbing in beside him, I nestled against his side, my head resting on his chest. His arms wrapped around me, warm and solid, pulling me close like he never wanted to let go.

“This alright?” he murmured against my hair.

I sighed, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calm me. “Yeah. This is perfect.”

And for the first time that day, I actually meant it.

[vikkirosko]

Helloo

May I request a Dee x reader where the reader is a vampire?

metal family has taken over my brain

📚 Dee x Reader headcanons Vampire 📱

Dee was skeptical about mysticism. He did not believe in the existence of various mystical creatures anywhere other than the universes of games, books and movies. He found explanations for every moment that his brother called strange, especially when it came to you. He attributed your pale skin to the fact that you used sunscreen and rarely left the house unless necessary in sunny weather, which he attributed to your photosensitivity. That's about the same reason you often wore sunglasses, hats, hoods, and sometimes even umbrellas. Heavy thought it was strange and told his brother several times that you were a vampire, but Dee did not believe it and argued that there were several obvious points that did not match. You calmly ate dishes with garlic, you didn't burn alive in the sun, you didn't avoid crosses. And the most obvious thing was that you didn't drink blood, and just like them, you ate the most ordinary food. He was sure he was right, until one day he saw you looking paler than usual

You came to his house so that you could study together. His parents were not at home, and his younger brother was out with friends. Dee hoped that you would be able to spend time in peace and quiet. He didn't like it when you talked to his family because it was usually very embarrassing. But it was like you were somewhere else in your mind. You looked paler than usual. He asked you if you were okay, but you didn't respond to his question. He reached out to touch your forehead. Dee assumed you had a fever, but he didn't have time to touch you. You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards you, which made Dee blush and ask you what you were doing. Instead of answering, you bit his index finger, piercing his skin with your fang until it bled. He wanted to pull his hand away, but he saw something he couldn't have imagined. You drank his blood. You actually drank his blood with your eyes closed. He didn't feel any discomfort from it, but it looked really strange. It didn't take long for you to finish. You looked better than before, but when you realized what had happened, fear showed on your face

Dee crossed his arms over his chest while you mumbled apologies and was clearly about to leave, but he stopped you. He asked you what it was and promised he wouldn't be mad at you. For the first time in all the time you've known him, he's seen you so scared, as if you expected him to scream and kick you out of the house. You took a deep breath and told him you were a vampire. Dee raised an eyebrow, not really believing your words, but you told him that you yourself understood how strange it sounded, but the fact remained. You claimed that you and your family were the only vampires in town and you didn't know the others in principle, but the vampires who were shown in the movies were very different from what you were. You claimed that you didn't have a constant need to drink human blood. You needed quite a bit of blood once every couple of months, and it was usually donated blood that your family bought. But this time you were too busy studying and because of that you felt like you were sick. Dee listened attentively to you, then turned his head away and said that if you really needed some blood, you could ask him, even though it was still hard for him to believe that it was true

Your communication hasn't changed much, but he asked you more about vampires. You weren't that different from ordinary people, but you asked me to keep it a secret. You weren't afraid of being hunted, but you didn't want to attract a lot of attention from people who might take it too fervently. You still continued to spend time together, as if nothing had changed, and only once every few weeks you came to Dee with a guilty look, asking him for blood. It was embarrassing for both of you, but Dee felt calmer knowing that it made you feel better and he didn't have to worry about your health. Another of your problems was Heavy, who was happy for you and your brother, but sometimes he reminded you both that he thought you were a vampire. You both remained calm in these situations, but you understood that if Heavy caught you while you were drinking blood, you wouldn't be able to come up with anything that could help keep your secret

The fact that you shared a secret with Dee made him smile faintly. He was glad that he found out a little more about you, because he treasured you and the fact that you trusted him with something that you had been hiding for so long really warmed his heart. He understood that you didn't plan on doing this initially, but it didn't matter anymore. Dee intended to help you, and if he needed to give you some of his blood for that, then he was fine with that option. He didn't hide the fact that it seemed strange to him, and if he hadn't witnessed that you were feeling bad, he would never have believed it, but you didn't resent it. You yourself understood how unusual your position was, but the fact that Dee accepted you for who you are already pleased you, and your fear that he would push you away after learning the truth melted away, as if it had never existed

[npookie0]

Save The Angel's Queen. - Thernin.

Summary: Ther x Ronin Fake Dating AU! Ther needs to escape their fate of marrying Craig, they ask Ave and Casia for help. Why the hell would they recommend Ave's brother who is Ther's biggest enemy? Who knows. But they are desperate enough to take that chance. And Ronin? Oh. Ronin just wants to cure his boredom.

Trigger Warnings: Craig fucking Doughton, slight spoilers for gluttony gods, murder (blood and slight gore), swearing.

No Ther died in making of this fic <3

Ther was sitting in their room, face hid in their hands after what they just heard.

"You will marry Craig sweetie, he's such a nice young man." Their mother's words still rang in their mind, loud and painful.

Why? Why them? Why now? Why did no one see how Craig truly was? How he used girls, abused them, sometimes drugged them. Why did no one see that?

They felt disgusted, disgusted and afraid. It was one of the rare times when Ther Estridge, the ice cold queen, was actually afraid. They felt hopeless, they couldn't use anything as a way to escape Craig, nothing would change their parents' opinion, well unless Ther showed up with a boyfriend, but choosing one that wasn't a blind fool following the jock was a taught challenge.

They picked up their phone and entered a group chat with their two friends; Ave Beaufort and Casia Auclair.

the angels™ (Ther, Ave, Casia)

angelqueenreigning: fuck This Shit my parents want to Set Me Up with doughton. . .

dumbfuckdeviant: WHAT oh hell no not with that motherfucker

sunshinefencing: oh this is bad pls ther help ave is so pissed rn

dumbfuckdeviant: for fucks sake okay OKAY i have an idea!

sunshinefencing: a really stupid idea at that . . .

dumbfuckdeviant: STFU we need to save the angel queen i didn't spend weeks on these stupid voting banners for them to end up with that asshole

angelqueenreigning: so what's That Geniusly-Bad idea?

dumbfuckdeviant: date that asshole

sunshinefencing: ^ she means ronin

angelqueenreigning: ronin As In your own brother ava? the same beaufort That Hates my guts?

dumbfuckdeviant: yeah unless you have better ideas ethy

sunshinefencing: i think that you should try it out having a boyfriend will make the marriage impossible your parents wouldn't like to look bad by breaking your heart

angelqueenreigning: it will ruin my Prom Queen Campaign but sure i'll Talk To Him

Now, Ther is sitting on a swing not too far from their house. Even in a lazy outfit, with no make up and seated on a swing, Ther still looked like a true stone cold queen, true queen of Angelwood.

They didn't have to wait long, a creak coming from the other swing announced Ronin joining them.

"So, a little birdie told me the ice queen is in need of a boyfriend." There was clear mock in his voice. What else did they expect anyway?

Ronin wasn't their biggest fan, he wasn't foaming over them like the rest of Angelwood did, he glared at them more than he looked at them with admiration. Ava said that Ther should just ignore him, so they did, at least until now.

"Unfortunately. Ave said that you'd be good and willing for that." They replied, crossing their arms over their chest with a stern expression.

Don't show your weakness, don't show how desperate you actually are.

They had to remind themselves. They couldn't just break the character they were building up their whole life in front of one guy who could potentially save them.

Ronin didn't say anything for a second, he just looked deeply into their eyes. It was one of the stares that'd make people uncomfortable with how it felt like he was plainly reading them.

"Hah, fuck yeah, I can indulge you. Anything to see that bastard Craig shut his mouth." His response surprised them, they never mentioned Craig then how did he know? "Oh right, he talks about your little engagement, how you'd be his or some other big powerful men bullshit."

That disgusted Ther. So Craig already made Ther a reward, something he claimed. They wanted to throw up at the thought, but they kept it together, somehow.

"So, do you even know what a boyfriend should act like?" Ther asked to change the topic.

They didn't trust Beaufort and his abilities to be anything but trouble. Their worries weren't baseless, Beaufort really did his best when it came to be a troublemaker, getting in fights, sitting in detention, he almost got suspended once. Yet, these things also made him the perfect fake boyfriend for them, Craig wouldn't try to fight with him, no one even thought about fighting Beaufort if they valued their life.

"Oh don't worry your little head with that darling, I can be a picture perfect boyfriend, just wait and see." His response caused Ther to scoff.

"I hope you're not just full of yourself. Oh wait, you're only able to be oh so confident." Ther said with a sarcastically sweet smile. Oh that relationship would be full of bickering behind closed doors, that's for sure.

Ronin clicked his tongue. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say your highness. What's your plan?" He finally asked the most important question.

"Well." Ther started, now looking at him with a completely serious face. "We should behave like a couple would, go out on dates, spend time together, shit like that. We need the whole town to believe our lie."

"So, hugs, kisses and all that sappy bullshit? That's boring, but seeing your displeased face whenever you'd have to deal with me is worth it." He chuckled and stood up from the swing.

Ther rolled their eyes, their gaze never leaving Ronin, they watched his movements very carefully.

"I have to introduce you to my parents, as my boyfriend you have to meet them at least once." That caused Ronin to stop in his tracks.

"Hah, so I will meet the Estridges officially now? Well, that'll be interesting."

"Yeah... And wear something different, you look like a rat." Ther's eyes stopped at Ronin's hair, it really looked like a mop, or a birds nest at best.

"Oh? And here I thought you would love your dear boyfriend no matter what." Beaufort laughed mockingly. "I'll see what I can do doll." He said and looked directly into their eyes. "So, see ya tomorrow Estridge, my love."

His farewell, followed by mocking laughter, Ronin walked away, leaving Ther alone with their thoughts.

They weren't even sure if it was a good idea, but anyone would be better than Craig, even someone like Beaufort.

They could only pray that Ave and Casia were right about their parents leaving dropping the marriage...

The Lovers (Ther and Ronin)

IceQueen: beaufort where The Fuck are you??? my Parents are Waiting for you

Ther typed the messages out angrily. Nerves, frustration and stress turning them into a wreck. Ronin was late, maybe it were just three minutes, but Mr. and Mrs. Estridge were getting more annoyed by every second the sudden guest Ther invited over wasn't showing up.

Suddenly a loud knock came form the front door, Ther rushed over and opened them. On the other side stood Ronin, his appearance neater than they ever seen before, black shirt instead of the regular rock bands t-shirts, hair actually brushed, without a beanie keeping them hidden, the only things that didn't really change were his pants and shoes, but Ther could live with that.

He even brought flowers, ones obviously bought a few seconds ago, and very cheap, but it's the effort that matters, right?

"Hey there, pretty princess." Ronin said, a cocky grin glued to his face.

Ther huffed in annoyance. "Just shut up and come in, I want to get this over with." They whispered to him and took his hand so he would have to follow them.

The two of them entered the living room, Ther's parents looked at them, their eyes narrowing when they recognised who was the guy holding their precious child's hand. Ther could practically hear their thoughts; what is this hooligan doing here?

Luckily, they left their thoughts to themselves.

"Mom, dad." Ther started, smiling at their parents, smiling through gritted teeth. "This is Ronin Beaufort, my boyfriend." They let go of his hand.

Ronin didn't give Ther's parents time to react, he immediately walked up to their mother and took her hand in his, placing a small kiss on the back of her hand, it was a mocking gesture if anyone looked closely at Ronin's body language and eyes.

"Good evening mrs. Estridge, I can see where is Ethy's beauty coming from." He said, like a good guy would to please his partner's mother. He straightened himself and gave her the flower bouquet. He saw how the woman forced a smile to her lips when she accepted the flowers.

Then he approached the father, he shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you mr. Estridge, I promise to take a good care of your daughter." What a confident bastard Ronin Beaufort was.

Ther watched the scene in front of them unfold in awe, they never seen anyone so relaxed in their parents' presence.

Soon Ronin stood next to them again, taking their hand in his. He really played the role quite nicely.

Finally their parents somehow broke their shock, looking at each other and then back at the teenagers in front of them, their thoughts clear in their gazes. They were confused, and angry, but refused to show it.

"Oh Ronin Beaufort? You seem like a really nice boy, I suppose the rumours about you were wrong then?" Ther's mother said. She tried to bring Ronin down by calling out his negative reputation, but she didn't know that she was talking with the master of manipulation and deception.

"Oh, unfortunately, it's all true, but my Ethy makes me a better man, I want to stop using violence thanks to her." Lie. And what a lie it was!

It was obvious that Beaufort would never change, not for the better at least. But somehow Ther's mother was either that stupid, or extremely hopeful, because she didn't ask any more question.

Ther's father was much quieter than Ther had expected, but they were sure that they would have a whole argument going on after Ronin leaves their house.

For now, they could only take him to their room with them and try to ignore the tension in their house.

"So, how was my performance?" Ronin asked, sitting down on Ther's bed like he's the ruler of their bedroom.

Ther sighed heavily, sitting next to him, leaving some space in between. "You did better than I thought, we'll see how good you'll do with more people around."

"Oh? So you already want to show me off around school huh?" Ronin and his never leaving shit eating grin were getting on Ther's nerves, but they had to keep themselves at bay.

"Yes. I need Craig to see that he has no way to get his hands on me." Anger and disgust was taking them over whenever the jock was on their mind, they just wanted to... no Ther, that's a crazy thought, you shouldn't think like that.

"Awh don't worry, I'll make sure that bastard never looks at you again." There was something sinister in Ronin's eyes, something dangerous. Ther didn't give it much thought, it was probably just some edgy guy shit that he shown everyone.

"Yeah, no shit." They mumbled in answer, a little too scared of the conversation with their parents.

This was the day.

The day where the whole school would see that Estridge and Beaufort are in fact together. Ther was standing in front of their locker, fixing their lipstick to keep their attention on something else than the thoughts of how tarnished their reputation would become.

"Hey there, darling."

A whisper reached their ear. Someone threw a leather jacket over their shoulders and leaned on the lockers next to theirs.

With a smile as sweet as ever they turned to look at Ronin.

"Oh hi Ro, thank you for the jacket, I was cold." They said, putting the jacket on properly.

They felt everyone's eyes on them, whispers from shocked students filling the hallways. Ther had to grit their teeth so they would ignore every little sound reaching their ears.

Ronin scoffed, putting his arm around Ther's shoulder. "Ready to make the fools covet under your feet, prom queen?" He whispered into their ear.

His words boosted Ther's confidence somehow, reaching some part of their mind that told them that they are the true ruler of the school, that they deserve the throne.

They smirked, looking directly into the devil's eyes. "Yes, yes I am, love."

Lunch break was the moment they were confronted by Craig, he looked upset to say the least, he was ready to attack Ther, the only thing stopping him was probably Ronin's presence.

"So. You're dating the freak show huh?" Craig scoffed, spitting at the ground and crossing his arms over his chest. "I always knew you were a whore Estridge." His words were followed by his friends' laughter.

They clenched their hands into fists. Luckily, before they said something that could make their chances for being prom queen even smaller, Ronin stepped in.

"Whore huh? Never knew Ethy here was a mirror Craig. After all, you have such a big body count. Almost like a brothel, don't cha think?" He titled his head to the side, a mocking smirk pressed to his lips.

"You little-" Craig wanted to throw a punch, but his friends stopped him, whispering something about Beaufort being a crazy motherfucker. "Fuck it, take Estridge if you want, her body is the only thing good about her anyway." And with the last drop of spit reaching the ground, the jocks walked away.

"Damn, and I hoped I could break that bastard's neck." Ronin sighed in disappointment. "So, where to now love? Are ya hungry for some disgusting cafeteria food?" He turned to look ad Ther again.

"Have a better place for lunch in mind?" They asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Actually? Yeah. C'mon your highness, I'll take ya to heaven in hell, or how us mortals would call it, a cafe." Taking Ther's hand in his, Ronin went towards the school's exist.

the angels™ + devil loser (Ther, Ave, Casia, Ronin)

dumbfuckdeviant: ethy babe where the fuck are you two?

queenheadasshigh: your Brother Took me to a cafe a cafe i Never Heard Of Before

shoulderdevil: y'all don't know what's bearable in this town this cafe is the only reason i still didn't hang

dumbfuckdeviant: a cafe is the only reason i still don't have your room? fuck that place i hope it closes soon

shoulderdevil: wow sis you're so sweet yeah anyway idk where i'll bring y'all's ice queen back maybe never

sunshinefencing: please don't steal ethy

shoulderdevil: sure sure golden retriever kid i'll see

- - -

"So, how do ya like the coffee Ethy?" Ronin asked, putting his phone down and taking a piece of his apple pie on his fork.

"Not bad, doesn't taste cheap which makes the trip worth it, I suppose." They replied, finding it amusing how the edgy guy is s happy while he eats apple pie.

"Mhm, you probably expected a shabby place right?"

"More like a dark alley full of gore and limps splattered all over, although it would be too romantic for you." They said with a sarcastic smile.

In a way, Ronin's company gave Ther comfort, maybe it was how weird and unfiltered he was? How he wasn't scared to be who he was. He and his devil-may-care attitude were always making him so different amongst other student. Now, when Ther was supposed to spend more time with him, maybe they could feed off of his confidence, maybe it could make them feel better about their own dark secrets?

Time flew by. Days turned into week, weeks into months.

Ther and Ronin were together for four months now, the whole school feeding into their lie perfectly. This relationship actually worked wonders for Ther, at least when it came to their popularity. People loved them, they were in awe with how they "tamed" the bad boyish delinquent Beaufort.

Yet, something changed for Ther. They didn't want this relationship to be fake anymore, and they knew that Ronin wanted something more out of it too. It's just, none of them was able to speak about it. Maybe they're too stubborn for this, or maybe they thought that they didn't need to announce it being real. Hard to say, but none of them worried about this.

Ther had bigger worries, or a certain worry right in front of them.

"Estridge, we need to have a lil' chat." Craig said, he was alone, so was Ther.

"No Craig, I won't talk to you." They said, their eyes narrowed as they looked at him cautiously.

"Then I'll take your friend Casia for a chat, do ya think he would handle it? Your precious little lapdog."

"Leave Casia out of this." They said through gritted teeth.

"Great, you understand it. C'mon then Ethy, before your 'boyfriend' comes around." Craig pulled Ther towards the swings close to their house, the same swings Ther and Ronin plotted their relationship.

Were they afraid? Yeah. They were unarmed, alone with Craig who could do god knows what to them now.

The jock practically pushed Ther towards a tree, their back hitting it hard, they winced in pain.

"Finally Ethereality, you will be where you are meant to be, under me you little slut." Craig was truly disgusting. He licked his lower lip, pinned Ther to the tree, and he leaned in, his face barely inches from theirs.

And when Ther thought that it was the end for them...

"A-argh." Craig made a pained sound, something was sticking out of his opened chest, a crowbar. The weapon quickly pulled out, a wet sound as it slid out, blood dropped to the ground. "What... what the fuck." He practically breathed out, fear painted all over his face.

Craig fell to his knees, revealing who was behind him. Ronin.

Ronin fucking Beaufort. Bathed in the moon light, bloody crowbar in his hands and a sick, twisted smile on his face.

"Well, well, Doughton. Who would have thought you would try to steal my date." He crackled, crouching, the crowbar used as a cane now. "Sorry man, they're not your to toy with, nor is any other girl or afab person who you'd want to lay your disgusting hands on. And-" He paused, leaning in closer to Craig's face.

"Since you decided to lay your hands on my lover, you will pay for your sins, right here, right now." Ronin stood up, raising the crowbar. "Ther babe, move aside, or you'd dirty your dress."

Ther, a little in shock, and awe, moved aside.

"Wait! Ro...Ronin, we're buddies right- Stop! You fucking fa- ack.... stop, you disgusting psycho." Craig tried to scream, but the wound in his body made it hard.

Ronin rolled his eyes.

"Oh shut the fuck up already." And with one quick swing of his weapon, Craig's body was pushed onto the ground, his ribs breaking under the pressure of the hit. Ronin wanted to keep the jock's head perfect, it would be used as a statement piece.

Ther watched the scene unfold. They watched as the jock's body was smashed, crashed with the weapon. They felt so... in love. Ronin was making all this mess, and it was just for them. He even cared enough to tell them that he would make a mess. Their chest felt warm, their face was hot. And their mouth, oh the smile on them as twisted as the one their boyfriend was wearing.

This death.

This was like an offering, offering from Ronin to prove his forever undying love toward Ther.

Ronin, he was the devil ready to do anything to make his 'fake' lover's life easier.

And Ther.

Ther accepted this devotion and worship like the highest praise they could ever receive.

Their love truly was God.

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[silli---lilli]

Sleepwalking

Simon and Johnny are alone on base and Simon sleepwalks, revealing some of his secrets

They were on mission, technically, but it had been a few days since they’d seen any action and from the info Price and Gaz had sent back from the field, it would be a few more.

Simon and Johnny had been alone in the small foreign barracks, and it was easy enough for them. No one on earth had said what both of them had been thinking. That it was just a little more than comradery, a little more than close friendship. Not even they had mentioned it as they crawled into the same bed. Not platonic, but not taking it too far. Leaving it questionably justifiable.

That particular night, however, they slept apart. Johnny knew why, but Simon would never have said it. His dreams often woke him on nights when the day before was particularly hard to wade through. Simon hated the quiet, and sitting on his hands, and he’d gotten lost in his mind again. So Johnny made sure he ate and gave him his space.

He walked through the base in darkness, making sure everything was locked up. Checking in again with Price. He eventually went and lay in his bed but he didn’t feel like sleep would find him any time soon. Something about that day with Ghost felt different. Not that it was unusual behavior in the Lieutenant, but that it felt different for Soap.

He’d always hated the way the man suffered, cringing at the dark stories of his past and marveling at the selflessness and kindness and forgiveness the man displayed in spite of it. He supposed these darker days were fair and called for in between the high energy, hyper-focused days they spent in the field.

But that day…meeting his eyes and hearing the lower, more tired register of his voice, Johnny realized how much the man meant to him. Really. Not just a crush or a respected superior. Johnny would have died for him long before feeling like this. This was a desperation to live, and for Simon to live, to exist in the world at the same time and in comfort and safety.

It made him think about quieter days off duty, and how relieved he was to have those days alone, and then suddenly, he didn’t want to have them alone at all.

He’d been in and out of sleep for a while when a noise caught his ear and he sat up, slowly to keep from making any noise. He could hear heavy feet and cabinets opening and closing. He wasn’t worried about intruders, he knew immediately that it was Ghost. He knew his footsteps.

Soap went and stood at his door, cracking it open. It was, however, strange that he was being so loud. Simon would never make that much noise knowing that Soap was in bed. He was notoriously careful to not disturb the others. Worried, Soap left his room and padded nearly silently down the hall.

Whatever Simon was doing, he hadn’t turned on any lights. As Soap neared, he could hear him speaking, every so often like he was having a conversation with someone. Sleepwalking. He’d mentioned it before, in passing, like a warning, and Soap hadn’t thought much of it. But he was thinking of it then and his heart clenched. He didn’t want Simon to suffer, and if nothing else it was completely humiliating to lose control of your body, even in sleep.

He neared the kitchen and Simon never looked in his direction. Never knew he was there. Soap stayed near the entrance to the hall, crossing his arms and leaning on the door frame. He knew he shouldn’t try to wake him. Not unless he was in danger. But Soap didn’t want to leave him alone, either.

“I told them I’d be back next Friday.” Simon took completely random items from the kitchen cabinet and carried them to a nearby table. “They never listen.”

He was quiet for a moment longer, stilling as though he were listening to the other person’s answer. Soap watched him, admiring how relaxed he looked.

“We should just drive together, yeah?”

Another pause. Still, he hadn’t acknowledged Soap’s existence.

“I can’t do everything for you, Tommy.” Simon’s voice was warm, almost affectionate. Soap was lost in that sound so it shocked him when Simon turned and faced him head on as though he’d known he was there the entire time. “You coming?”

Soap stayed completely still, knowing that even if Simon were in and out of consciousness it wouldn’t be good to scare or confuse him.

But Simon kept staring. “Come on, Tom, the food’s getting cold.” Soap still didn’t move and Simon shifted his weight on his feet, getting frustrated. “Today?”

Slowly, testing, Soap lowered his hands to his sides and straightened. He took one step forward and that seemed to satisfy Simon as he turned back toward the table and pulled out two chairs. Soap stopped again to see if Simon would move on with the dream, but he looked over his shoulder again to see if Soap was coming or not.

So, he went. Probably because he wasn’t sure what else to do, but a small part of him wanted to be whatever presence Simon was seeking.

“I haven’t seen them since I went to Mexico, Tommy.” Simon sighed. Soap just watched him, taking his seat and waiting for another cue. “I have so much to tell them.”

It was quiet for a moment, like Simon was listening again. Eventually he looked up, and Soap swore he looked directly into his eyes.

Soap stared back, searching their unusually unguarded depths. Simon wasn’t like this during the day. So open.

“Yes, but I can’t ask him to go with me.” He furrowed his brow slightly, quiet for another moment. “Because he’d say no, I think.”

“Who is it?” Soap heard himself ask and immediately bit his tongue so hard it hurt.

He could be there for Simon in that moment but he wasn’t going to take advantage of his state. But he watched, in darkness lit only by a few far off safety lights, a small smile across Simon’s face.

“He’s just a Sergeant.” He sat back, like he was proud of himself. “A scot, though, but I think I can overlook it.”

Soap felt butterflies roll in his stomach, mixed with emotion. His voice was quiet when he replied, unsure if Simon could hear him at all. “He’d go with you.”

Simon just nodded slowly, looking off into the distance. “He’d like you, Tommy. You’d get along.”

“I think you’re right.” Soap whispered. Simon was still looking into the distance but Soap was only looking at him.

He didn’t know what Simon thought he was talking with his brother about, but he was so casual, a simple conversation with someone he loved and trusted. Something he didn’t get to do often. But maybe, maybe Soap could give him a taste of that in his waking hours again. Maybe he wouldn’t have to go looking for it like this, in the middle of the night.

Simon stood and Soap blinked out of his own thoughts, watching him pick up what he’d carried to the table and haphazardly replacing them. Soap slowly stood to face him.

Simon just nodded and walked toward the hall Soap had come from. Soap followed him. A few steps down the hall, Simon turned and looked at him again.

“Maybe you should drive, then. I need to sleep.”

“Sure, Simon.” Soap answered, walking to catch up with him.

Simon’s room was the other direction. As they neared his, he reached for Simon’s arm and gently guided him inside.

Nothing else was said, Simon was still asleep, but he followed, and he climbed into bed behind whatever safe presence he’d felt in the middle of his vision.

Johnny wrapped him in his arms and held him there, still and warm, as he relaxed back into regular sleep. He clenched his eyes shut and willed himself to take every ounce of loneliness and deep, hollow sadness from the man he bent his body around.

Simon woke with his head on Johnny’s arm, the other draped over his waist. He hadn’t remembered seeking Johnny out the night before, but it didn’t surprise him. He’d gone to bed full of darkness and Johnny seemed to be the only presence on earth that could ease that. He should have followed him to bed in the first place.

He lay there a long time before the sun reached a decent height and Johnny stirred. Simon rolled over to face him. Blue eyes cracked, just barely. He laid a hand along Soap’s jaw and placed a single kiss at the corner of his mouth.

“Breakfast.” He stated. Soap’s eyes were wider but he didn’t fight him as he stood.

Someone had fucked up the kitchen cabinets. He’d have to have a chat about that with Soap later. He needed to have a chat with Soap about quite a bit. And instead of making him nervous, it settled warm in his middle, much like it felt waking pressed against him. He heard his Sergeant’s feet in the hall, footsteps he’d know anywhere, and smiled.

[morally-earl-gray]

✨crisis time✨ pt. 4

so um. i have no idea whats going on with me. BEAR WITH ME, this is gonna be my last rant for the next little while (unless something completely fucked up happens, yk)

im having doubts about my sexuality again. i came out as aroace (only to one irl person, but i also started posting on this blog) a few weeks ago, and its been pretty good since then. BUT i just remembered something that made me question EVERYTHING

when i was in elementary/middle school, i had no crushes whatsoever. nothing. i didnt know about asexuality and aromantism back then, so i just assumed that i would find someone eventually, or that i was just a late bloomer. my friends and i never talked about crushes (i didnt know it at the time but half of them are gay), and it never crossed my mind that i might be queer because i had never really stopped to think about it.

when i was ~12, i heard the term "asexual" for the first time. it crossed my mind that that could be me, but i didnt think about it much because i didnt really think it was important, and i was still holding out for The Feelings to kick in

PLOT TWIST:

i almost forgot about this until now, but im pretty sure i was lesbian?? (CONFESSION TIME: ive never admitted this to anyone for a lot of reasons, so this is very scary for me) when i was 14-15, i got a crush on this girl. i had known her for my entire life and had never had feelings like that before (for her or for anyone). it was weird and i never told her or anyone else ofc, because my family is homophobic and shes straight (probably). we started high school and the feelings kinda started to fade ig? occasionally something would happen and The Feeling would return, but by the next spring, i had zero feelings for her.

now i know what this sounds like: doesnt this mean im demiromantic? that would make sense, right? and thats what i thought, too.

but then i remembered something else:

for kinda that whole year (when i was 15), i was like 96% sure i was lesbian. there were other girls i occasionally thought about, and i barely knew them but i think it was a crush?? additionally, whenever i met a girl my age i would get silly thoughts like "maybe shes gay" or "maybe she'll be The One I Get Feelings For" and basically i knew i was lesbian.

but now i dont feel anything, not even for girls. im now 96% certain that i am aroace, but whenever i remember being 15 i get really confused. and its not in a "i told myself i had crushes on girls because i wasnt interested in guys so i must be lesbian and didnt realize i was actually aro" way. im pretty sure that was LEGIT

i had a moment of epiphany when i realized that i was aroace, and i was VERY MUCH CERTAIN of the fact. but i dont doubt that i was lesbian.

i have no idea if this is a thing that can happen, but i think my sexuality changed?? all i know is that i used to like girls but now i dont have feelings for anyone. theres a chance that im just demiromantic, but for some reason i dont think so??

anyways, if anyone has any advice, it would be much appreciated

[fandom-go-round]

im glad i caught the askbox open! i'm not sure if itd be doable but could i please request (purple) male hawke trying to shoot his shot with a barmaid at the hanged man? i know why people don't write for him much since player character its just sad because hes hot lol

Lol that’s the problem with Dragon Age, everyone is too hot

            You know the moment Hawke starts walking over he’s going to be trouble. Varric has been nudging him all night and Isabella keeps one eye on you, not just for drinks. You know the drill when it comes to the rowdy bunch. They don’t usually cause issues and you’re content to leave them to themselves. Until they get in a mood like tonight; something had gone wrong, somewhere, and they were here to drown their sorrows. It wasn’t too bad; they were downstairs instead of up in Varric’s rooms.

            You weren’t blind, as much as the other staff teased you. Hawke liked to flirt with everyone and he always went out of his way to pay you extra attention. You didn’t mind; it was better to be hit on by someone you knew than a stranger. Just because you were alright with some light flirting didn’t mean you took shit, however, and you were waiting to see if Hawke would cross the line tonight.

            “My dear barmaid!” He grinned as he leaned against the bar, broad shoulder blocking out the room beyond him. You raised your eyebrows, mouth a straight line as you cleaned a glass. Hawke didn’t seem to mind, leaning closer but not into the bar space. He was built like a brick house, you would give him that.

            “Hawke. Need a refill?” You offered him a pitcher and he shook his head, hair brushing his cheeks. He had been letting it grow out, something about his mother passing away. You hadn’t asked at the time, just paying his tab for the night.

            “No no, nothing like that. Unless you’re going to join me?” He wiggled his eyebrows and you snorted, lips quirking up. He grinned like he won something, settling into a stool. You ignored the wolf whistle behind him, Hawke turning to make a rude gesture at his friends.

            “Can’t drink on the job, you know that. Rough night?” With most patrons all they needed was a gentle nudge and they were spilling their guts. Hawke never shared much and tonight wasn’t any different.

            “Eh, nothing we couldn’t handle. But I didn’t come over to talk about me, at least not yet.” Hawke sent you a flirty smile, leaning closer. You didn’t back away, wondering if he knew he was close to falling over the counter.

            “What did you come over for then?” Your eyes flashed over his shoulder, seeing movement. The rest of The Hanged Man was quiet, everyone watching Hawke make his move. You wanted to blow him off on principle, but figured the people deserved a show. And he really was a good guy, deep down.

            “I just realized I haven’t talked to my favorite person in this entire bar all night and got lonely.” He pouted, crossing his arms like a little kid. “It’s unacceptable.”

            “You’ve been talking to Varric all night.” You laughed, grabbing another glass to clean. Hawke gasped as if you insulted his pride.

            “Varric isn’t my favorite! How could you say that? Clearly, it’s you.” Your snort of laughter made his smile turn a little more genuine, and he hummed before keeping talking. “I was wondering, what do you do when the sun is up?”

            “Sleep, usually.” Your dry tone didn’t deter him. Hawke nodded like you told him the answer to life.

            “Could I tempt you out of bed with food? Real stuff, cooked by someone else’s hand?”

            “You wouldn’t cook yourself?” He laughed at your question, shaking his head.

            “I’m trying to impress you, not kill you. Two days from now?” You opened your mouth to deny him and took Garrett Hawke in again. There were deep bags under his eyes, and he looked tired, much more than the man who was here years ago. Something in your chest ached for him; all of you were older now.

            “My favorite place is The Little Leaf. 9am. Don’t be late.” Hawke looked shocked; eyes wide as he stared. You waved his off with a towel. “Now move, I have other people to serve.”

            He walked away without a word, not saying anything. You turned around to grab a bottle of wine for the next customer, ignoring the cheer that came up from his table. What a dork.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

The Gym Membership - Part 48 (Crosshair)

Summary: Crosshair spends time with Wrecker

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

Another week, another headache. I kid.

Just know you are valued, you are amazing, and I am routing for you. Whatever you're dealing with, whatever you're hoping to achieve, I've got your back. You got this.

Love oo

Warnings: Annoyance, slight irritation, napping, child rearing, fluff, anger at oneself, cheating, coma, drinking, guilt, feelings of disgust of oneself. I think that's it, if I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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Wrecker rocked Iris in his arms, she still was having difficulties falling asleep for her nap unless she was held in his arms, despite the fact she had recently turned two. Even though Mel told him time and time again to stop spoiling her, he just couldn’t let down his baby girl. In truth, holding her in his arms, wouldn’t have been an issue, except she also wasn’t happy unless he was walking as he rocked her in his arms. 

Crosshair tried to be patient as much as possible, but seeing how his little niece was being a particular pain in the neck right now, his patience was wearing thin as he really needed to talk to his brother, he walked up to Wrecker holding out his arms, “Give me.” 

It wasn’t a question, it was a command, Wrecker did his best to fight back a chuckle. He glanced at Crosshair then his hands, “Did you wash those?”

“My hands?”

“Yes … and your arms …” Wrecker teased, “actually, your whole body. Did you like, sanitize it?”

“Relax, I’m clean.”

He hummed in contemplation, knowing the longer he took his time the more it drove Crosshair crazy, “Hmmm fine.”

He placed Iris gently in Crosshair’s arms, taking the opportunity to sit down and rest for a bit as he watched his vod walk around the room rocking Iris in his arms. “So you just left after dinner?” Wrecker asked wanting to continue the conversation about what happened at Layla’s.

“Basically.” Crosshair’s voice was soft so as not to wake his niece.

“Did she understand?”

He simply shrugged, not wanting to continue the conversation, even though he did at the same time. 

Wrecker watched his younger brother, fighting a smirk as Cross focused on his niece. A soft smile appeared on his lips, to anyone else, it would just look like Cross being Crosshair, but Wrecker knew his brother well enough to know Iris, had her uncle wrapped around her tiny fingers. Although Crosshair didn’t necessarily want children, he also wasn’t exactly opposed to kids either. Wrecker’s mind wandered, wondering if Avery had survived, if she never got injured, what would Crosshair’s life be like now? Would he and Avery have had an opportunity for kids? Would’ve they been happy? Or would they’ve been divorced by now? Even if they had gotten divorced, would they have wanted kids?

He pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the now, “You do seem calmer, now that you have Iris in your arms.” Wrecker observed as he noticed Crosshair’s steps slowed down, as his rocking became more rhythmic. Before long Iris’ little snores were filling the room, he gently took her from Cross’ arms, and placed her on the couch making sure she wouldn’t roll off. 

“So …” he took a seat beside Iris, resting his hand on hers, letting her know he was there. He motioned to Crosshair to take a seat, but he shook his head, “So, do you wanna tell me what got you so worked up, when Tech was being pushy. Aside from Tech being pushy. Since we both know that’s not what worked you up.” Wrecker’s voice was low, well as quiet as Wrecker’s voice ever got, so as not to disturb his daughter. 

Crosshair motioned to the kitchen table, wanting to move away from his sleeping niece. Wrecker nodded as he tucked the blanket around Iris, making sure she wouldn’t be going anywhere. 

They both moved swiftly and quietly, like two commandos on a reconnaissance mission, “Nothing’s got me worked up” Cross finally answered as they moved towards the kitchen. Mel was meeting with her publisher for another book in her series of Bosses and their secretaries, as Wrecker liked to tease her about it. 

“Wanna beer?”

“Sure”

Wreck grabbed two beers, placing one in front of Cross, as he took the opposite seat in front of him, “Something’s got you worked up. I haven’t seen you this jittery since your first deployment. Did something happen?”

“Nothing happened”

“Does this have to do with Avery?”

“Could we please just drop it!”

“Nope. Sorry vod, Mel always says it’s better to air out our issues, the only way to know what needs to be fixed.”

“As wise as she may pretend to be, I don’t want to talk about it.” Crosshair turned the beer bottle in his hand, as his eyes focused on his finger nail that had slowly begun to peel the label, “Especially, not with you.”

Wrecker tilted his head, as he finished swallowing the golden amber liquid that was in his mouth, “What do you mean especially with me?”

“Nothin’”

“Nuh-uh, come on, what’s going on? Even if you don’t want to tell me the whole thing, begin with the least objectionable part.”

Crosshair leaned back in his chair, taking a swig from the bottle allowing the salty sweet liquid to ease the tension in his muscles, “You know the kind of man I am, the kind of life I’ve lived.” 

Wrecker simply nodded, he didn’t want to ‘scare’ Cross into clamming up.

“I’ve always lived that way, thinking I wasn’t harming anyone. Everyone always knew there was no possibility of a future with me.” He took another swig from his bottle, only to find that there hadn’t been much left, Wreck didn’t say anything, simply got up and got him another one. “It was usually a quick bout of stress-relief and that’s it. No strings. No drama. No attachment.”

“So what’s the problem?”

Cross almost downed the second bottle in one shot, he slammed it against the table wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “I was married.”

Wrecker simply nodded as he looked at his brother, Cross really got the short end of the stick all his life. He wasn’t sure if it was simply because people thought Crosshair was stronger than he was, so he could handle all the crap that happened to him, or if it had to do with the fact that he hid his emotions well, therefore, there was no need to be considerate of how he felt. Either way, his heart ached for his vod.

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[lemonyinks]

Messy Confession

A brainylyle oneshot

1,728 words

Querl knew it was inevitable. 

Really, it would have only been a matter of time before Lyle grew aware of the way Querl had been avoiding him as of late. The fact that Lyle was an incredibly observant person aside, it would not take a genius to take note of how he refused to be alone in a room with the other scientist unless absolutely necessary.

Querl wasn’t exactly subtle, either, in the way he would only give him short answers when they were forced to talk, keeping all small talk out of their conversation entirely.

Truth be told, it wasn’t even something he was doing on a conscious level.

Being around Lyle triggered some sort of strange, illogical response in him. His heart would race, his palms would grow slick with sweat, and breathing became just a little bit more difficult. 

Talking with the earthling would cause an overwhelming swelling feeling to well up in his chest, clogging his throat and stealing his words away, leaving him to respond in only clipped answers lest he make a stuttering fool of himself.

His eyes were inexplicably drawn to the other man whenever they were in close proximity to each other.

He could stare into those warm, enticing brown eyes for hours as the artificial light of the lab made them sparkle just so, flecks of gold noticeable in their depths if you knew where to look. 

The smile lines at the corners of his eyes, the dimples on his cheeks, his crooked front tooth, the way his wavey hair fluttered up into the air as he blew a stray strand away whenever it inevitably fell into his face, the way he would stick his tongue out of the corner of his mouth and tilt his head to the side when he concentrated.

Everything about him was intoxicating.

Being around Lyle made him feel vulnerable in a way he never had before and it was…terrifying, to be frank. It was scarier than any monster or foe he had ever had to face in his time as a legionnaire.

Querl couldn’t quite understand the strange feeling either. Its origin and meaning both eluded him like the answer to an unsolvable formula that he couldn't even begin to wrap his head around.

So, he did what he knew how to do best when something wasn’t working out for him. He abandoned it. Abandoned it so fast he would give Jenni a run for her money. He avoided it like it was a millennium old plague come to haunt him.

That, unfortunately led to where he was now, staring up at Lyle’s angry, pinched expression as the other stood in front of his chair with his arms crossed.

“Remind me again what it is you need in my lab, Norg.” Querl said, trying to keep his voice as monotone as it usually was despite the way his heart stuttered and jumped in his chest.

“This is our lab, we’ve been over this a million times or more. Don’t try to detract from the issue at hand, though. You’ve been ignoring me, Brainy.” Lyle said, tilting his head back to stare at him down the length of his nose.

“I simply have nothing to say to you.” Querl responded. 

Lies, lies, lies. 

He could talk to Lyle for hours if given the opportunity. The man had similar, if not equal, smarts to his own and Querl marveled at the wonderful ways the human’s mind worked. He would love to pick his brain until he knew every single one of his thoughts inside and out.

“And please refrain from referring to me with that horrid nickname.” He tacked on before he can think better of it.

“Refusing to talk to me and running out of the room every time I enter is way different from having nothing to say, and you know it. Even when we have things to discuss, you send someone else to say it or send me a holo. A holo! Even when we’re in the same room! Especially when we’re in the same sproking room!” Lyle exclaimed, throwing his hands around wildly as emphasis.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” Querl said, mouth as dry as a desert planet. This time he spoke the truth, he really didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to explain to the other man the reasoning behind his behavior. He truly didn’t.

“I want you to talk to me! I want you to tell me what I did wrong!” Lyle yelled and Querl startled at the fact that there were tears beginning to well up in his angry eyes, giving them a glossy appearance. “We got so close after you came back from being missing. I thought we were good friends, but I guess I was wrong because you can’t even bring yourself to look in my direction!”

“I-” Querl’s words caught in his throat and he found himself unable to form any. Lyle scoffed after a few painful seconds passed in complete silence, eyes red and glassy from the effort it took to hold in his tears as he turned away to walk out of the lab.

“I don’t know what I expected. I’ll go talk to Jasmine about moving me to a temporary lab while we figure something long term out.” He said bitterly, voice shaking.

Querl watched him go helplessly, throat thick and heart thumping behind his ribs. A sense of panic overcame him as Lyle disappeared through the door.

He should want this, right? If Lyle moved out of the lab he would no longer have to make an effort to avoid him. He could more effectively ignore whatever it was that he felt when he was around him. He could pretend he never existed.

But, for some reason, that single notion was the most dreadful thought in the world to him.

Querl was on his feet and out the door before another thought could even form in his mind. The halls were empty as he stumbled to a stop in the doorway, hand gripping the frame as he looked in both directions desperately. He didn’t know what it was, but something in his gut just told him to go left, and so he did.

“Lyle, wait-!” He exclaimed, reaching a hand out to the empty space in front of him.

To his shock and wonder Lyle materialized right in front of him, his glistening eyes wide and surprised.  Querl’s fingers were mere inches away from Lyle’s chest. 

Despite his fear that this was a horrible, awful idea, he reached down to snatch Lyle’s hand and pressed it to the left side of his chest, right over his rapidly beating heart. Lyle looked down at where Querl’s shaky hands held his own against the thundering heartbeat and then back up at Querl’s eyes, mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed.

“Querl, what are you-” Lyle started, voice still watery

“This is what I feel when I’m with you. And I’m powerless to stop it.” Querl cut him off, voice shaking with his nerves. “I’ve never felt weak, Lyle Norg, not until I met you.”

“What are you trying to say right now?” He asked hesitantly, maybe even hopefully.

“I am saying that you’ve done the unthinkable.” Querl said, and then he took a deep breath, preparing himself for the words that would next leave his mouth. “I think that, perhaps, you have made me fall in love.”

Lyle’s eyes blew open so wide they looked as though they may pop from their sockets. His fingers curled against Querl’s chest, bunching up the fabric in his hold. Querl avoided his eyes, cold sweat rolling down the back of his neck. He took tiny, measured breaths as the anxiety of the situation attempted to strangle him where he stood.

He was, himself, shocked by the admittance. Love? He didn’t know such things, or at least, he didn’t think he did. But when he thought about it, really thought about it, it made sense. This strange, unidentifiable feeling deep down in his heart, it was love, wasn’t it? Love and infatuation, an unmatched adoration for the brilliant man before him.

A light chuckle reached his ears and he looked up, heart sinking with dread at the sound as he prepared to be mocked for his utterly foolish confession. Instead, he was met with a shocking sight.

Lyle was looking at him with tears rolling down his face in earnest now. Despite this, though, he had a wide, bright smile on his face and those watery eyes were full of an emotion that Querl now recognized as love. Love that was directed at Querl. Lyle’s lopsided, tear stained smile was the most radiant and beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.

“You are such a sproking idiot.” Lyle said, voice cracking at the end. He sniffled and pulled Querl into a hug by the hand holding his front. His next words, muffled partially by the way his face was buried into the crook of Querl’s neck and whispered almost too low for him to hear, made his heart skip a beat. “I think, maybe, I love you too.”

Slowly, he hugged the other scientist back, his ears flushed deeply. He leaned his head against the side of Lyle’s, his heart still fluttering in his chest.

“I-I don’t know what to do with these feelings.” He further admitted.

“Obviously,” Lyle scoffed wetly into his shoulder, chuckling a little.

“What does this make us now?” Querl asked, holding onto the other a little bit tighter in anticipation of his answer. 

He didn’t know what kind of response he wanted. Boyfriends, partners, lovers; all of these words, they all sounded a little too daunting at that moment.

He just barely figured out what that nebulous feeling was, it all felt like it was moving far too fast. Lyle pulled back from his semi-desperate hold, his hand coming up to cup Querl’s cheek as he searched his eyes.

“It doesn’t have to make us anything yet,” Lyle said, “We can figure out what to do with these feelings together, take it one step at a time. Experiment with it, if you will.”

Querl leaned into the gentle touch, his own hand coming up to hold Lyle’s wrist. 

“I think I would like that.”

[marsbar17]

Hi! So we both know Revenant would never admit feelings, but he'd show it in his own way. What about a thing where it finally clicks in the readers mind and confronts him about it :3

Honestly I had a lot of fun with this one. I hope you don't mind that I made it sort of unrequited, really depends on how you look at it though.

CONTAINS: Nothing nsfw, just some anger and yelling, and gun fights

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Being in the presence of Revenant was always terrifying. You could practically feel murderous intent dripping off of his every word as he talked. He only helped people when it was beneficial to him, only saving people so they could have his back later on. So, you assumed you must be very helpful to him, and it terrified you. He always picked you back up, handed you shields and syringes, and pointed out ammo you could take. All so you could save his skin later on, right? It wasn't for your sake, surely. He must have some plan for you. Somehow, he would use you to better himself. Why else would he do it?

"There's light ammo here, come get it before you run out." Revenant grumbled, pointing it out before staying in the area while you came to get it. How did he know you only had 9 bullets left? You had no clue. Either way you were grateful for the loot, and told him so.

"Thanks, who knew you could be thoughtful for once."

"You can't survive without bullets, and I need a full team to win." Of course his answer was bitchy, what did you expect? For the Revenant to be nice one time in his life? Dream on.

It was duos, half the teams were gone, and the ring wasn't in your favor. Closing in 10 seconds and across the whole fucking map? Yeah, not in your favor in the slightest. You quickly topped up your r-99 and tucked the rest of the bullets in your backpack.

"It's time to go unless you wanna wake up in the medbay with 3rd degree burns." You said into the mic in your ear, and the only response from your teammate was grumpy mumbling before you saw him start the dash to the ring. Rolling your eyes, you slung your gun across your back and followed. The jog to the ring was long, and it gave you time to think. Too much time to think.

As your mind was occupied with thoughts of Revenant and what he could possibly want with you, you didn't process the gunshots slowly getting louder. Seems like a couple squads were fighting, right at the border of the ring. Great. You would've ran straight into the line of fire if a hand didn't grab your backpack and pull you into a building.

"Stop zoning out, you're gonna get yourself killed." The familiar voice of a murderous simulcran said behind you. He had pulled you into a small house, sitting you down on a box against the wall. He put his hands on your shoulder, cold, drawing you back to the present.

"I wasn't zoning out, I meant to do that." You crossed your arms, turning to look out a window at one of the teams crouched behind a wall. Your heart raced, fully realizing that if Revenant hadn't grabbed you you would've been dead within seconds of them spotting you.

Why? Obviously he wanted to keep you alive, but you thought the satisfaction of seeing you shot to pieces and being able to nag you about it later would've overshadowed that. No time to think, there were more footsteps approaching the house. You pulled out your r-99, but your sight was blocked by a big metal body.

"Rev!" You whisper shouted. "You're blocking my view!"

"I'm protecting you, dumbass." He whispered over his shoulder, raising his own flatline and aiming at the door. You were stuck, if you stood you'd be pressing against Revenants metal back, if you stayed sitting you'd have no line of sight of the enemy. Ah fuck it, you stayed sitting, but held your gun at the ready anyways.

Well you ended up dying anyways. Bangalore and Newcastle ended up barging in and annihilating Revenant before dealing with your now exposed form. Stupid soldier siblings. You woke up in the medbay, muscles aching but otherwise no injuries. By the door of the room stood Revenant, leaning against a wall. Closing the curtain around your bed, you changed out of the paper thin gown they gave everyone and into your casual clothes.

"Waiting for someone?" You asked, opening the curtain and walking towards the door.

"Waiting for you." There he goes again, with his caring words. You bet they meant nothing to him, he didnt know how weird it sounded.

"I already know I fucked it up for us, there's no need to yell at me." You walked past him, opening the door and stepping into the hallway. He followed, not walking beside you like a normal person but behind you by a few steps.

"I'm not here to yell at you."

"Oh yeah, I forgot you've got a fucking screw loose or something. You're being really weird, you help me out, you block me from gunfire, you show up not to yell at me? You’re acting like you actually fucking care about me... wait."

And then it hit you. You'd said it as a joke, but it was seeming more and more like the truth. Surely not though. That was just the part of your brain that saw him as a human, right? He doesn't care. He doesn't care. He can't care. It's not what he does. He doesn't care.

Revenant was weirdly silent during your haze of confusion. You expected something like "don't flatter yourself, skingbag," but he said nothing. Like he was ashamed to admit you were right, but didn't want to deny it either. It just made you overthink even more. He doesn't care, surely. He can't care. He doesn't feel love. He can't be in love with you. But he was, his silence conveyed that.

"This is wrong. This isn't what's supposed to happen. You don't love me. Tell me you don't love me. Tell me now! TELL ME!" Your confrontation had turned to yelling as he continued to stay silent. Thank god the hallway was empty. "Rev," you sighed out his name as you calmed down. "Tell me you don't love me."

"I can't lie to you." His voice echoed in the hallway, and you just couldn't stand it any longer. You turned away from him and walked away to your room.

"Just stop loving me."

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