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thewritetofreespeech · 4 years ago

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Words: 5000+

Rating: M

Pairing: Benimaru (TSSK) x Reader

Summary: You were husband & wife in name only.

AO3

The moon was bright & crisp in the sky over Rimuru. Even without your candle light, you would probably be able to see clearly into your mirror as you brushed out your hair, preparing for bed. It had been a challenging day.

Keeping Shion and Shuna from destroying their Lord with their love was a full-time job sometimes. Being the buffer between them was sometimes more than your poor human body could take; a fact Rimuru-sama was often concerned about. You usually brushed it off with a ‘better me than you’ remark as his peril would be far more of a detriment to others than you, but appreciated his concern. Besides, neither ogre-ess would intentionally hurt you. Worst you’d ever come away with before was a good goose egg from Shion swinging around Hercules’s willy-nilly and caught you in the back of the head. It was an accident, and she could have easily crushed your head like a melon, but Shion still cried for almost 3 days after every time she saw you in apology.

You chuckle a little at the memory. How wonderfully problematic your life had become in this past year. You wouldn’t call it ‘blissful’. It had it’s challenges like most. But your life taken an interest, wonderful turn that had led you to this life you wouldn’t trade anything for. You were safe. You were loved. You were a respected person when just some months ago you were nobody and nothing. How quickly the world turns.

A knock at your door halted the comb in your tresses and you look up surprised by the sound. “Who is it?” You ask. Curious who would be at your door so late at night.

“It’s me.” Your eyes blink in surprise as you hear the familiar deep timber of Benimaru behind the frame. “May I come in?”

You stammer out a reply of ‘one moment’ as you adjust yourself to make your appearance more presentable and told him to come in. It was embarrassing to have him see you in your night clothes. But if he was coming here so late at night, it must be important. Your husband never came to your chambers this late at night.

The title of ‘husband’ was in name only. You and Benimaru were not romantically involved, nor had you chosen each other completely of your own free will. He had saved you, along with Rimuru-sama and the rest of the Kijin, when they defeated the great bandit army that had been sweeping the east. Once just thugs of human and monsters alike, they had grown into a real threat in the land taking anything they please. Money. Goods. Women. When they came to your small village, they had burned it down and had taken you with them when they left. You were their prisoner and slave for nearly two months before Rimuru-sama and his band had come along.

You still remember seeing them for the first time. Bright and regal. A peasant before being a slave, you had never seen such fine strange clothes before. Nor the impending presence of the man in front of you when he’d come upon you.

“I claim this woman as my own.” They were the first words he’d ever said to you. Then he picked you up over his shoulder and carried you away with his band while the smoldering embers of the great bandit army died out in the distance.

At first, you thought it was all going to be the same. One capture was no different than the last; though you were a little concerned about an ogre being your master than a human. But how much worse could it be? The last human captor you had had been a true monster. Being owned by a real one could not be that different. Or at least that was what you thought at first.

The ogres and Rimuru-sama had been impossibly kind. They tended to your wounds from your long capture. Gave you a place to sleep. Clothes. Fed you, although there was some debate on which ogre-ess’s cooking would ‘best suit you’, and treated you as an equal. You were incredibly moved by their generosity. They were even willing to take you home. And when you told them “I have no home” they seemed genuinely hurt by that.

You of course explained to them what happened, and realized now that you really had no place to go. You thought you would die in the bandit camp. So the thought had never crossed your mind where you would go should your imprisonment be over. You were lost and alone in the world. No money. No home. No family. Even if you left, who was to say you wouldn’t be taken up by another group who found your helplessness easy pickings? Or worse, going to that life on your own because you had no other choices…..

“You’re staying here.” Benimaru had announced, much to the surprise of everyone. “You’re my woman now, remember? I defeated those fools and claimed you as my prize. This is your home now. You’re staying here.”

There was a loud commotion from the group as they all thought he had been joking but, apparently, he wasn’t. While the energetic group argued, you looked at Benimaru critically and realized what he was doing. He knew that if you didn’t belong to someone, you could easily be taken by another. If not the remanences of the great bandit army, but someone else; as you feared. Being his woman, letting him lay claim, offered you protection you couldn’t afford on your own. “Ok,” you’d told him. Your soft voice somehow ringing out over the crowd.

Rimuru-sama had of course forbade his general from ‘keeping’ a woman. He said if he wanted to do this, he would have to do the honorable thing and marry you. It had been surprising how quickly he agreed. Then asked if you would be alright with it and you’d said yes. You had been married the next day, and were then husband & wife, and that was the end of it.

Your married life was that of about the same as anyone else in the close group. You weren’t intimate. You didn’t share secrets or stories. You didn’t even sleep in the same quarters of the estate. Aside from a few group outings, communal meals, and when he popped in on Shuna when you were around, you honestly rarely saw your ‘husband’.

Which was why it was so surprising he was here now, at this late hour.

“What is it Benimaru-sama? Is something wrong?” You ask, looking up at him from where you’d been sitting on the floor before he sat down too. His expression was placid, so it was hard to tell if something was going on.

“The envoy from Blumund is leaving tomorrow.” His eyes fixed on the hardwood under your knees.

“Yes, I know. He told me. He’s a little hard to miss.” You reply with a soft chuckle.

The envoy in question was a nice man. Tall, lean. A little bit older than you, but still a jovial person. Rimuru-sama had set you with the important task of keeping him company and being his escort during his stay. His immediate council in the Kijin were nice, but they sometimes lack the social grace or understanding of human culture. He didn’t want to offend the man and trusted you could keep him company during his stay.

“He’s rather taken with you.” Benimaru then stated. Taking you a bit by surprise. “He wants to take you back to Blumund with him.”

Your bit of surprise turned into full blown shock. “W…What are you talking about??”

“He wants to take you back to Blumund with him.” He repeated. As if somehow that made you understand completely. “He said he thinks you’re very beautiful, and charming, and that it would be a better fit for you to live among humans, rather than here in Rimuru with none of them. He talked to Rimuru-sama about this.”

“And Rimuru-sama told you about this?”

“I was there.” Benimaru stated after he shook his head. “He asked for us to severe our bond so you could go with him. So you could marry him.”

Your eyes probably bug out of your head now. Were you being proposed to by proxy by your own husband?!?

“How could he ask such a thing?!”

“Like I said, he’s taken with you.”

“That’s not the point! How am I supposed to marry someone else when I’m already married?!”

“He knows our marriage isn’t consummated.” His eyes finally look up to catch yours.

You feel your whole body turn red. Now you have to look away to stare at the floor. It was true. Your marriage wasn’t consummated. It had been something done to offer you protection and stability. It had never been about love. So you have never laid with your husband as he wished to respect your virtue. “How crude.” You mutter. Embarrassed, more than anything, as you were sure people knew about your unclaimed marriage, but no one would dare bring it up until now.

“Do you want to go with him?”

You look up again and offer a soft noise of surprise at the question. “Do you want to go with him?” He repeated. “As you said, he’s a good man. He has fortune, and power. You’d be a respected woman among your people. You’d be among your people.” Maybe you imagined it, but you thought you saw Benimaru wince at that. “You don’t have to stay here anymore. You don’t have to stay with me. You’re established enough now to make your own choices. You can be free.”

Free? The word played over in your head for a moment. The sheer concept completely foreign to you at the moment.

You’d never been free. First you belonged to your family. Then the bandits. Then Benimaru. Though you had freedom on occasion, you had never been truly free. And now that you had it, you found the idea ironically suffocating. You could choose to leave. Leave Rimuru City and start a new life as a woman of prominence in Blumund. But what if you didn’t want to leave?

“D…Do you want me to leave?” The kijin looked up at you again with a confused expression at your soft words. “If you want me to leave I will. But…I don’t want to leave all of you. I love being here, and being with Shion, and Shura, Rimuru-sama and….you. My ‘people’ have never been kind to me, so I really don’t want to go back to them. I want to stay here. We don’t have to be married anymore, if that’s the problem. We can still break our bond, if that’s what you want. But I’d like to – “That’s not what I want!”

Your eyes flicker up. Startled by the red Kijin’s roar and the burning fire resting in his eyes. “I don’t want to break our bond! I don’t want you to go with him! Do you have any idea how hard it was not to tear that man’s head off at the table when he said that?! I wanted to gouge his eyes out for saying you were beautiful! I wanted to rip out his heart out for ever letting you rest in it! You’re my woman, and my wife, and he thinks he can just say those things to me and live! He should kiss Rimuru-sama’s feet before he leaves because he’s the only reason that wretch is still breathing!”

Silence passed between you for a moment as you were completely stunted into speechlessness by Benimaru’s words. You had never expected such a passionate response out of the man. Until now, you were sure his only feelings toward you were ambivalence and mild friendship. The way he just ‘my wife’ to you, however, let you know that he had thought of this more than just a marriage of convenience. Your body flushed hot again as your heart beat hammered in your chest. “Benimaru….sama?”

“Don’t go with him.” The kijin repeated. Calmer this time as his expression seemed to morph into sadness at the thought of you leaving. “I can’t stand the idea of you leaving with him. When we first met, and I took you as my woman & wife, I will admit that I did it out of pity for you. You lost everything, and had nothing. I know what that’s like and wished to spare you. I thought that, after a few months, you would have a good enough reputation as the former wife of the Ogre Prince, Commander of the Jura forces, that we could break our bond honorably and you could make your own path in the world without fear. But, as time went on, I became more and more attached to you. Your kindness in spite of everything you endured. Your determination. Your desire to work hard to make things better for everyone here. I grew to fall in love with you and I couldn’t let you go. I know it was selfish, and that I’m being selfish now, but please don’t go.”

Your heart was still hammering so hard in your chest that you were scared you might faint. You felt like you could swoon at any moment. “Why didn’t you ever tell me this before?”

He looked down and started to fidget. “I was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same.” His confession less confident this time. “You weren’t really given much of a choice in our marriage. I was afraid that you thought of me as just another man who had taken you. If you didn’t feel the same I could live with it, but knowing was – “That’s not true!”

It was Benimaru’s turn for his eyes to flicker up and be stunned by your confession. Apparently you had more in common than you thought. “I’ve never thought of you that way! If anything, I’ve only ever seen you as my rescuer. You saved me from a horrible existence as a slave. You gave this life that is so wonderful. With friends, and people I can’t live without anymore. I can’t begin to repay you. Or tell you how I feel….”

All these feelings and emotions were rushing to the surface now the more you spoke. You had always been fond of Benimaru. Your strong, brave protector. You just assumed that he wanted nothing to do with you. The distance he put between you making it very clear. So you had pushed your feelings toward the back of your heart. Forgetting them until now, where they crashed to the front like a dam had burst.

“[Y/N]….” You look up into the red head’s eyes when he said your name. Whispered it, really, like it was some secret plea. His hand then reached out slowly to cup your cheek. Those battle calloused hands incredibly gentle against your skin. You really might swoon at the juxtaposition.

Those burning red orbs look at you in earnest before they flicker down to your lips. A silent request. One you eagerly receive.

The only time you had kissed your husband before this was at your wedding. To seal your bond. That, however, had been just a simple peck on the lips to meet the contract. This was a real kiss. Your lips pressing together in committed passion. Intense, but both of you still too shy it seemed to go past pressing your lips soundly together.

“[Y/N],” Benimaru said again as you press your foreheads together after your kiss. You don’t ever think you’ve heard your name sound so sweet. “Become my woman and my wife. Truly. You didn’t get a choice when we first met, but I ask you this now to make your own decision. Will you be mine?”

Your heart swelled unbearably tight in your chest before you nodded against his forehead. “Yes. Yes, I want to be your woman and your wife. Truly.”

You can feel the smile on his lips when he kissed you again. More deeply this time. His tongue snaked into your mouth against yours. The way he was kissing you making your legs feel weak to the point that you were happy you were sitting down. However, if they had buckled, your strong husband could easily pick you up in his arms. A shiver racing down your spine at the lewd thought that had just passed through you.

“Aah…I knew it. This is why I stayed away from you.” Benimaru said, finally letting you go. Your lips were kiss swollen now, and you were having a hard time understanding what he was talk about. “Every time I was near you, I wanted to claim you.” He explained. His expression looking deliriously happy as he examined his handiwork on your lips. “It was so hard to even be in the same room as you with your scent always hounding me every moment I was near. I had to stay away so I wouldn’t do anything horrible to you. But then that was its own torture as well. Near, apart. Both were an agony I couldn’t face somedays. Now that I have you though, I’ll never let you away from my side. You’ve summoned the beast in me. I hope you’re prepared.”

A loud squeak left your lips as the sneaky ogre flipped you. Instantly going from sitting on your ankles to flat on your back. Your world righted again and was filled with Benimaru as he leaned on top of you. His expression soft but heated, making you blush, before he kissed you again. His weight on top of you now making you moan wanton into the kiss this time.

Your world was filled with passionate kisses. They steal your breath away and make you squirm under your husband. You then feel his hands on your side. Touching you. Caressing your curves. You feel them fumbling around for your kimono tie, unwilling to let your lips go for even a moment to get to it properly, and place your hand on his chest.

“Benimaru, wait.”

The kijin stopped instantly and sat back off you. His eyes questing into your own to see what was wrong.

“I just….I thought I should…I mean we never…I’m not…” You stumble over the words to say to him. To explain that you weren’t the maiden he might have hoped for. The words cling in your throat as images of your former life flash across your mind. You feel unworthy. Dirty. Then his hand reached out to you brush your cheek again. Causing one of the tears that were welling up in your eyes to fall against it.

“That doesn’t matter to me.” He said with assurity and a softness that could only be described as love. “It doesn’t change how I feel about you. I love you as you are now. Not who you could be. My only regret is that I couldn’t kill those bastards 100 times more over for ever having hurt you.”

You scoff out a chuckle at the violent decree said so sweetly. You hand came up to clasp his own. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappointment.” He replied, almost instantly. Then kissed your hand as he brought it to his lips once he removed it from your cheek. “Do you wish to stop? We don’t have to do this now. I can be satisfied with you declaring you want to be my woman and my wife. Well….contented.”

You chuckle again, more light hearted this time, and leaned in to initiate your kiss this time. “I meant what I said. I want to be your woman and your wife truly. I don’t want to stop.”

A sigh of relief left Benimaru. The prince willing to stop if you wanted but clearly so glad you didn’t. You giggle and let him take you in his arms.

The momentary pause in your kissing afforded Benimaru the chance to undo your kimono tie. Loosening it and letting it fall, but not pushing the thin material of your actual robe off your body yet. You reach out for him as well to undo the clasp of his overcoat. The heavy material immediately falling of his shoulders, in contrast, once the hold was released. He seemed fascinated with your work as your hands untie his under coat as well.

“Your touch is like fire.”

“Is that a joke?” You ask when Benimaru growled those words at you. Your apex quivering at the sound, but still curious if he was making a joke.

He chuckled. Another shiver at your core. “No. But I guess I can see how it would be. I mean it though. Everywhere you touch me sets a fire in me.” His hand came up to take yours and slip it under his loose top now. Guiding it over the hard planes of his chest over to his heart. “I can’t get enough of it.”

You kiss again and continue stripping. There wasn’t much to let go of for you, as just before now you were preparing for bed, so you were quickly naked in front of him. He talked about your touch being fire, but his was burning you up inside. His hands were hot. They left a lingering heat in your body everywhere he touched, to the point that you wonder if he had activated his magic. You were helpless against his soft touches. Your body aching already before he even properly touched.

Then, when he did, your body became a livewire.

Your limbs immediately went taunt when his fingers touched your core. “Please try to relax.” He whispered to you in your hair. His own long, hard body nestled beside you. Holding you close.

You try to do as he said and relax. It wasn’t difficult after the initial shock as the pleasure made it easy to succumb to him. Those hands so skilled at fighting working your body with similar expertise. “Mmmm…Benimaru….”

“Ah…say that again.” His deep voice was in your ear again. This time sounding elated, before his tongue reached out to lick the shell of it. “Say my name again. Please.”

“Benimaru…” You repeat his name over and over again. His precious name he held so dear. The name Rimuru-sama had given to him. It fell from your lips like a prayer chant as his fingers brought you closer and closer to climax. When you did, it fell from your lips again in a shout. “Benimaru!”

He continued to touch you until your walls stopped clamping around his digits. Finally setting them free. Your spent body laid against him, and you open your eyes tiredly just in time to see him cleaning your juices from his fingers. “Ah…my love tastes so sweet. I could get addicted to your flavor.”

If you body wasn’t already flushed from orgasm, you would have blushed completely. Benimaru seemed pretty proud of himself, however, before he leaned in to kiss you. You don’t think you taste sweet at all. But the taste of yourself on his lips was something you could get addicted to too. When had you become so perverted?

He let you go for a moment and shuffled around to pull out of his pants. You watched him, in the soft light. His handsome body bare to you. Not a mark on him thanks to his skill and healing. Your eyes travel down and find the proof of his love for you staring back proudly at your face. You gulp at his size. That was going to be inside you.

“Don’t worry. I know it’s a bit bigger than a human’s, but I’ll try not to hurt you.”

“I-It’s alright.” You reply back at his concern. He had mistaken your gulp for a concern about his size. How shameful he would probably find you if he found out that it wasn’t from concern, but excitement, that had caused you to gulp. Again, when had you become so perverted? “I trust you. And I want to be with you.”

“[Y/N]….” He spoke your name softly again before he leaned in to kiss you. Guiding you back down on your back. You feel his weight press on top of you. Your legs spread wide around his pelvis to let him mount you. You can feel the tip of his erection pressing against your entrance and shiver a little at the lower kiss. “Please tell me if I’m hurting you.” Benimaru urged as he started to press into you.

You let out a wordless cry at the initial invasion into your most private place. You can feel your entrance stretch to accommodate him. The sensation a duality of pleasure and pain. And it was only the first few inches. Finally, agonizingly slowly, he was fully inside you. The kijin raining kisses down over your face and neck and everywhere else his lips could get to as you held on to him. His back tight under your fingers as he was very clearly straining to wait for you. “I’m alright, Benimaru. Please. Continue.”

You felt him nod against your shoulder before his hips pull back away from yours, then forward back into you. You both moan at the initial slow thrust. The feeling indescribable and compounding with each shallow thrust. “[Y/N]….”

“Mmmm…Benimaru….” You moan back when he said your name. “You can…go faster….” Not that you weren’t enjoying this slow entanglement, one could only describe as love making, you could tell that he was holding back and it was hard for him. “I..I want you. Please….Make me your woman.”

“I did warn you.” His voice sounded hard now, in comparison to the soft words he’d whispered to you earlier, and you think you hear the sound of nails scratching against the floor mat by your head.

His hips pull back again, this time practically pulling out of you, before they slam back in. You let out a loud cry. One readily identified as one not of pain. Then all you can do is hold on. Your arms wrap tight around Benimaru’s neck as he pounded into you. Before, where you had tried to roll your hips up to meet his thrusts when they had been soft & gentle, all you can do now is lay under him and take it. And become a babbling mess it seemed.

“Ah~! B-Benimaruuu! S-So good! Don’t stop!”

“I have no intention of stopping.” His words were stern. The cool seriousness of his intention to keep claiming you made your walls quake around him. “You’re my woman now. This body is mine. I’ll remind you of it every day if I have to. You’ve possessed me to the point of madness with this love. I can never let you go.” His tongue laved at the sweat collecting on the skin of your neck. Following it up to the back of your ear before his teeth bit into the soft flesh there. You let out a yelp, and call his name again, before you were cumming. Your nails biting him back into his shoulder.

“Ah! [Y/N]! Too tight. It’s too tight. I’m gonna-!” His hard thrusts come to a staggering halt as he spilled his seed inside you. Holding there before his hips roll softly against you as his cock continued to twitch its release.

He collapsed on top of you once it was finished. Your bliss worn body not seeming to care about the extra weight as you held him against your bosom and both tried to catch your breath. Rested, but not to say recovered, the ogre lifted himself up off your body and pulled out. You wince as he did. Those hard thrusts catching up to you, and suddenly feeling at a loss without him inside you. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You look over to Benimaru, who had apparently seen you flinch, and was looking concerned. “No. Just a little sore.” He looked a little ashamed at that and muttered an apology to you. “Don’t,” you tell him. Reaching on to touch his chest. “It’s not as if I was really complaining.”

You both blush, despite everything you’d just done, still apparently shy about intimacy, before he slid over to you. “Are you sure you’re alright? About everything?”

You nod. Both of you laying on your side to face each other. His fingers caressing your cheek before moving down to the love mark he’d nipped into your skin. “Yes. I meant what I said. I don’t regret it.” You weren’t foolish enough to think that you were going to be instantly happy as husband and wife now. You were basically starting fresh. Starting anew. Though you knew a lot about each other, you had to relearn things and uncover new things as only a spouse would know. It would take time. But you were happy enough for now to at least try to start this new chapter with Benimaru. “You’re not going to kill the envoy before he leaves tomorrow, are you?”

The man let out a boisterous laugh and wrapped his arms tight around you in a hug. “No. I would never disrespect Rimuru-sama like that. As long as he leaves, I’m satisfied. But if he touches you between now and then, I make no promise on the guarantee he will leave with all his limbs.”

“Benimaru….”

The envoy, it seemed, was clever enough to take the hint in not touching you. The murderous aura & killing intent of the red kijin seemingly always just behind you making that clear. You decline his invitation to join him in Blumund. Telling him that the only time you would come to the city to visit him was with your husband. He again took the hint and left without comment. Rimuru-sama gave Benimaru a stern talking to about scaring their allies and ambassadors to their country, but you could also see that he wasn’t very serious about it. He seemed pleased enough that things had worked out, that you were staying, and his beloved friends were happy.

Ever the wonderfully problematic life in Rimuru City.

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captainenjolras · 3 years ago

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Prompt:

Chabouillet getting really protective of Javert when he and Valjean started dating. Like maybe interrogating Valjean and such

Also love your fics they're so darn cute

Aww, thank you! I’ve been waiting to write something involving Javert and Chabouillet’s relationship!

Valjean meeting Chabouillet would either go down great or like the dinner scene from Shrek 2

⚠️TW: mentions of abuse, drunkness and suic*de⚠️

Fight Fire With Fire

It’s not that he wasn’t happy for him, he was just…less than thrilled.

Chabouillet had known Javert for years; since the boy was fifteen. He had found him running in the streets. Since that day, he’d taken him under his wing; he was the one who had given him shelter from a less than terrible home life, the one who had suggested making him a guard at the age of 17, the one who always looked out for him no matter where he was stationed.

He was also the one who had to listen to the boy’s rants about Madeline.

Never had he seen Javert so…distracted. So ditzy. Usually, he was a stern and hard working man; but upon being in Madeline’s presence, he was an absolute dork. He was the one who watched as the young Inspector fumbled over files hours after the interactions; and after the truth was revealed about the Mayor, he was the one who allowed a very drunk, upset and tearful Javert sleep in his spare room.

Maybe that’s why he was so tense about this situation; the whole Madeline incident had felt like a punch to the gut for Javert. Sure, Chabouillet was disappointed as well, but what made him more conflicted was the younger’s emotional distress over the whole thing.

But the past was in the past, and all that mattered was the present. Right?

“Le patron!”

“Javert, mon garçon!”

The Inspector came bounding at Chabouillet, wrapping him in a tight hug. Well! This was new! Once they broke apart, the Chief laid his eyes upon the other man. Valjean.

The man had a shy smile on his face as the oldest of the three surveyed him. He was quite tall, very muscular, had a head of curly hair and neat facial hair, was dressed quite well…

“Hello, Monsieur Chabouillet,” greeted Valjean, hand extended as if to shake the oldest’s own. Chabouillet simply nodded instead.

“Monsieur Valjean.”

The eye contact they held was less than comfortable for both parties, although Javert didn’t seem to notice. He stood in between them both, teeth bared in a wide smile. The height and size difference of the couple was as if a cat had just dragged home a bear.

After what felt like an eternity of awkward silence for the older two, Chabouillet eventually spoke up.

“Well, come inside!”

Valjean followed gingerly behind Javert, who entered the house as if it was his own. Jean remembered that in a way, it was. The man had practically adopted the Inspector. Did that mean this was their equivalent to “meeting the parents?”

That was exactly what this was going to be, wasn’t it?

“Make yourselves at home,” spoke Chabouillet, acknowledging the coat rack by the door.

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The entire night, Chabouillet studied Javert and Valjean’s interactions. The two acted like lovesick teenagers, although he did notice Valjean eyeing him mistrustfully. He returned the favor. At one point, Jean had wrapped his arm around Javert’s waist. That was Chabouillet’s breaking point.

“Javert,” he interrupted, “I’m very sorry to ask you this right now, but there’s a case file upstairs that I forgot to give to you yesterday! Would you mind just going over it?”

For once, Javert seemed annoyed at having to work. What on earth? However, he agreed and went up to the study room. Once he was a good distance away, Chabouillet turned to Valjean. He looked him up and down, lips pressed in a thin line.

“Nice to finally me-“

“Talk to me, Jean.”

Chabouillet beckoned Valjean to follow him to the dining room. Once they were seated, he spoke again.

“What are your intentions?”

“I’m sorry?”

“What are your…intentions…with Javert?”

Oh, he could tell so much jokes right now.

He chose not to.

“If I have the correct understanding, then my intentions are to make him happy.”

Once again, Chabouillet stared deep into his soul. Well, this was terrifying.

“What do you do for a living, Jean?”

“W-well my good friend owns a shop that I co-own.”

“…How often do you see Javert?”

“We live together, Monsieur.”

“Well what do you two do on your spare time?”

“All sorts of things; we go on walks, read together, garden, watch TV- stuff we did before we were together! We just…do it together now.”

“And what about dates?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Where do you take him on dates?”

“I mean, usually we prefer to stay home; but otherwise we go out for dinner or stargazing- we actually went to this planetarium last week with a huge star dome-“

“Do you listen to him?”

“…I’m not sure I quite understand that-“

“Do you listen to him; does he talk to you? About work? Problems? Feelings?”

“Oh! Yes, actually!”

“Yes to what?”

“Er, all of the above?”

Valjean laughed nervously, face redder than the table cloth he tapped at anxiously.

“…Back to my original question,” grumbled Chabouillet, sitting up straighter than he already was, “what are your intentions with Javert?”

“I-I thought I answered that-“

“Not in the way I wanted you to. What are your plans for the future involving your…relationship; is this some sort of fling? Just casual dating? Serious? What, what is it?”

“I mean, I’d say it’s pretty serious.”

“You’d say it’s pretty serious…do you plan on marrying him?”

At that, Valjean began to choke on nothing. His eyes went wide and jaw dropped.

“I-I’m sorry?”

“Do you plan on marrying him, boy.”

“…I don’t know how you want me to answer that-“

“The way you would if anyone else asked!”

“Yes!”

The moment he said those words, Jean slammed his hand over his mouth. Both men peaked out of the room, hoping that Javert wasn’t anywhere near. Thankfully, he wasn’t.

“Yes,” whispered Jean, eyes refusing to meet the Chiefs, “I…I do plan on marrying him…if he wants to, that is.”

“What is that supposed to mean? You’ve never spoken about marriage?!”

“No, no we have- it’s just- we’ll I haven’t quite asked him yet. You know…asked him.”

Oh? Oh. Oooh, ok. He understood now.

Well now he had more of a right to threaten him over screwing this up.

“…I don’t know you, Jean. How am I supposed to know that you’re the right match for Javert?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean- I just met the real you, not Madeline. Do you have any clue how much that whole stunt upset Javert? He loved you. Not just- not admiration love, he loved you; and then you go and pull that- god, I was so mad! If I could’ve gone out and found you myself I would have- and don’t think I won’t do the same now if you ever hurt him!”

“I don’t know how much clearer I could have made it,” started the younger, eyebrows furrowed in frustration, “but I don’t plan on hurting him or letting anyone hurt else hurt him. I…understand you’re skeptic of me, but please…he means the world to me.”

“And how do I know you’re not lying to me? Was it you that saved him from his abusive household? Was it you who took him in, put a roof over his head and clothes on his back? Was it me or you who made him hysterical sob after lying about who they really were?”

“Was it you or me who risked their freedom to make sure he was safe,” growled Valjean, standing now. “Is it your shoulder or my shoulder that he cries into every time he’s had enough? Was it you that sobbed for days because maybe, just maybe, you loved him back to; but you could never tell him! Was it you or me that pulled him out of the damn Seine in the middle of the fucking night-“

“Enough!”

Chabouillet slammed his palm to the table. Valjean, who had just been fuming, was now sitting down again, fear in his eyes.

“Enough, please…I can’t- don’t bring that up.”

The older of the two quietly sunk back down to his seat, mind racing. Perhaps they both went to far.

“…How does he like his coffee?”

Oh…that’s not what Valjean was expecting.

“…With so much sugar it’s a little scary.”

At that, both of them couldn’t help but laugh a bit. Once it died down, Chabouillet looked over at him.

“When he found out you were in the city, he wasn’t very happy. I’ll admit, I thought he was overreacting a bit. Then…after the protests…I don’t know, something seemed to change. When I heard it was you that saved him, I nearly didn’t believe it.”

A tear had fallen down his cheek, but the Chief didn’t seem to care.

“…Thank you,” he started again, “for saving him. He’s…like a son to me.”

“…I can tell from the way you care about him…Please, Monsieur, I apologize if my behavior was a bit rash; my only intentions with Javert are to make him happy. I hope you’d let me.”

Chabouillet went to open his mouth, but just as he did, Javert strutted into the room.

“One of your leads has been dead for years, Le patron. Are you sure she was the person in suspect?”

He really had no clue of the entire conversation that just went down.

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The rest of the night went smoothly; the three of them swapped stories and debates over dinner. Around 9:00, Javert suggested they should head home.

As they were leaving, Chabouillet pulled Valjean aside.

“Monsieur,” started the younger, “I’d like to thank you-“

“It’s- it’s quite alright…You have my permission. And…my blessing.”

It took a moment for Jean to register what he was saying, but once it did, he wrapped the man in a tight embrace.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you- I shouldn’t be hugging you, should I?”

He pulled away, the same anxious smile on his face that was there moments ago.

“It’s…alright. Maybe not- I’d prefer to see how things play out in the future.”

“Understandable.”

“Valjean?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for making him happy…truly happy.”

“…Thank you for making him the man he is today.”

For once, they both shared a less than awkward smile.

“Treat him well.”

“I will.”

Valjean turned to leave, only for Chabouillet to turn him around once again.

“Just know, that if you ever, and I mean EVER, hurt him, I won’t hesitate to find you and make your life a living nightmare.”

“…There’s the Chabouillet I know. Don’t worry, that won’t be necessary.”

“It’s a warning.”

“That won’t need to be enforced.”

“Valjean-“

“I know, I know; you’re just making sure I understand. I do, believe me. I have absolutely no plan on hurting him, or letting anything hurt him for that matter.”

“…Good man. Go, he’s probably wondering where you are.”

“Probably- thank you for dinner, Monsieur.”

“Anytime. Farewell, Valjean.”

“Farewell, Monsieur.”

Chabouillet watched as Jean made his way to the car, kissing Javert on the cheek once he was inside. He made sure they drove off safely before closing the door and turning in for the night.

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It was good to know that the Chief didn’t think him unfit for Javert, although that was the last thought he had at the moment. Looking down, Valjean couldn’t help but smile at the sleeping man he held in his arms. Javert wore one of Jean’s own t-shirts, and had his cheek smudged against the older’s chest. God, he was beautiful.

Jean glanced over at the ring he held in the hand that wasn’t cradling Javert’s back. Soon, he hoped.

Soon.

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guardianofrivendell · 4 years ago

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Knight in Shining Armor

Fíli x fem!reader

Requested: Nope. I had this idea this morning and I felt the need to write it down. I didn’t proofread so it’s probably full of mistakes since I kind of wrote this while I was frustrated about something my partner said to me. I’ll revise it soon.

Warnings: angry Fíli, some f-bombs

A/N: I don’t think they have ice scream in Erebor or Laketown but I couldn’t think of a decent alternative. So let’s say they have that :)

The fight was long, since neither of you wanted to give in. You and Edvard, the person you thought was your one true love were screaming at each other, despite your throat being sore and hoarse from all the previous crying.

It all started pretty innocent really, you were only upset because he wanted to go to the pub. His friends were throwing a party for whatever reason, but you knew he would just be getting drunk again. And drunk Edvard was someone who had no boundaries left and to be honest, you were afraid of him. So you wanted to stay home. You asked him polite at first, but when he refused, saying you couldn’t tell him what he should or shouldn’t do, you made him choose between you and the party. You told him if he left he shouldn’t bother to come back. You lost.

He slammed the front door on his way out, leaving you alone. Your knees finally giving in, you crashed down on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

When you tried to pull yourself together after a couple of minutes, your face was covered in tears and snot. You didn’t really care what you looked like at this point. It’s not like you had to look good for anyone. Not anymore. That thought was enough to get the waterworks going again.

The sound of the door slamming and his angry face kept playing in front of your eyes for a while. Everything was quiet. Too quiet.

Until you heard a loud knock on your door.

You really didn’t want to see anyone right now. With a sigh you got up from the floor and sauntered to the front window, your curiosity getting the upper hand.

You sighed when you saw who it was, slapping a hand over your mouth to suppress the loud sob that was trying to escape. Of course he would come right now.

Fíli. Your childhood best friend and heir to the throne of Erebor. Not that his title mattered to you. To you he was just Fíli, the boy who took you on adventures when you were little, the only one who could make you laugh so hard you snorted, to comfort you when you were scared and the one to whom you could pour your heart out.

But most of all he was the one who’s heart would never be yours… If you didn’t answer the door, he would just keep knocking until you did. He’d never liked Edvard and he would be worried if you didn’t open up.

Fíli always worried about you. You two used to joke around saying you should just marry each other one day, usually after one of you went through some heartbreak.

He didn’t know that deep down you actually kind of meant it…

��He knocked again, a little harder this time and he called your name, pulling you out of your thoughts. You had to answer or he was going to break down the door.

“H-hey Fíli! What’s up?” You cringed at how fake it sounded, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Edvard is going to a party tonight without you? What happened?” he asked, stepping inside.

“W-what? What are you talking ab- how do you know?”

He turned around, and smiled at you.

“I was there with Kíli and Dwalin, when he entered the pub. When I noticed you weren’t with him, I came here to make sure you were alright.”

“I hope he has a good time without me…” Your voice cracked and of course Fíli noticed.

“Y/N, are you ok?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

“I’m fine, Fí. Don’t worry.”

A silence fell. Your bottom lip started trembling again and you sniffed. “But can… Can you please stay with me, keep me some company?” you whisper, giving up your facade. He would help make everything better.

“Of course. I’ll stay as long as you want. I got you, Y/N,” he said, giving you a hug. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling again. Fíli didn’t know what happened and yet he managed to do exactly the things you needed. He rubbed your back for a while before he let go of you.

“I just have to get a few things first, okay?”

You nodded and wiped your tears away.

While you were waiting for Fíli to get back, you couldn’t help thinking about Edvard and you were snotty and teary all over again. He had no problem leaving you.

Did you ever mean anything to him? Did he even love you at all? Were you even worth loving?

A knock at the door. You shuffled towards it, covered in your blanket. You were greeted by Fíli holding up a small bag.

“Sorry it took me so long!” he said, hugging you again and unloading the bag onto your kitchen table. He brought you cake, ice cream and a whole bunch of different desserts and sweet treats. He truly was a life saver.

“I couldn’t remember what kind of sweets you liked so I just got them all!” he laughed nervously.

You smiled. A genuine smile this time. Something about Fíli was so comforting, you couldn’t put your finger on it. You knew you did the right thing asking him to stay.

“When in doubt always go for ice cream,” you managed to laugh.

“Now, where is your ice cream scoop?” he asked, looking around your kitchen.

“Bold of you to assume I have an ice cream scoop. Everyone knows you eat ice cream straight out the container when you’re sad,” you smiled sadly. You grabbed the ice cream and let yourself drop down onto your couch.

“Smart,” he opens a cupboard, grabbed two spoons and the bag of sweets and joined you. “Why bother with cleaning all the extra stuff when you can just clean spoons?”

You unwrapped the blanket and placed it over you and Fíli.

“Thank you for making time for me,” you said, absentmindedly digging into the ice cream with your spoon.

“Of course Y/N, I could be all the way up the Blue Mountains and I’d still help you if you’re sad. It wouldn’t involve ice cream, but I would figure something out.”

You sat in comfortable silence for a while, his arm around your shoulders and your legs thrown over his, before you spoke between mouthfuls of sweets and ice cream.

“Shouldn’t you go back to Kíli and Dwalin though? They’re probably wondering where you are?”

He shook his head, before licking his fingers clean. The ice cream was starting to melt and he was always a messy eater to begin with.

“Before I picked up all of this, I went back to the pub and let them know I was going to stay with you. They know, don’t worry.”

“D-did you see Edvard again?”

“Nah,” he answered.

Another knock on your door made your heart stop. Was Edvard back? Did he realize his mistake?

“Fíli? Y/N? Are you there?”

You heard Kíli’s voice at the other side of the door calling out for you.

No Edvard, you thought, and your shoulders slumped. Fíli noticed but decided not to say anything about it.

“Yes, we’re in here. You can come in, Kíli.”

The door opened and Kíli and Dwalin stepped into your living room. Their concerned expressions went unnoticed by you, your full attention on the last bit of ice cream.

“Everything alright?” Fíli asked his brother. He knew they wouldn’t leave the pub so early unless something was wrong.

“We- uhm… We saw Edvard back in the pub,” Kíli started, his eyes fixed on you.

“Don’t worry, Kíli, I know he’s there. Fíli already told me.”

The two brothers looked at each other, and it seemed like they were having a silent conversation. Dwalin stood aside, his fists clenched, obviously angry. But then again, when was Dwalin not angry about something? You didn’t think it was important.

“Oh… okay,” Kíli said, and he hesitated before he continued. “Did- did something happen between you two?”

This got Fíli’s attention, and he looked at you questioningly. He knew something had happened to make you this upset, but he wanted to wait until you were comfortable enough to bring it up yourself. If his brother had noticed, then it had to be something really bad.

“We… He…” you swallowed the lump in your throat. “We broke up.”

“Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Fíli said, hugging you. He was secretly relieved Edvard was out of your life now, but he knew better than to say it out loud.

He turned to his brother, who still stood awkwardly at the door. Kíli exchanged a look with Dwalin, who nodded his head towards you.

“What are you not telling us?” Fíli asked them.

Kíli sighed. “We noticed he was celebrating something, he kept shouting things. About… About Y/N.”

You felt their eyes on you and you tried to keep yourself together. You really did.

They noticed you shifting uncomfortably and your lip started to tremble again, no matter how hard you tried to stop it.

You saw Fíli clenching his jaw.

“What the fuck did he say about her?” he hissed between his teeth, getting to his feet.

He was angry. You had never seen him like this before.

It was kind of… hot? No. Stop that, Y/N. Fíli is your friend.

As Kíli and Dwalin told him what Edvard had been saying – something about being freed of his ball and chain, that you were just a toy he got sick of and threw away, he got even angrier. He was practically fuming when he yanked the spoon out of your hands and placed the bag of sweets on the table.

“Get dressed,” he said to you, and he went outside with Kíli and Dwalin.

You were still sitting in the exact same spot when he returned, stunned by his reaction.

“What? Where are we going? Where is your brother and Dwalin?”

He took your hands in his and pulled at them, to get you on your feet. “I send them home. I’m taking you out for a walk, and then we’re getting some real food.”

He gave you a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Instead you saw the pain in them, before it was replaced with resolve. He had a plan and he wasn’t going to tell you.

You gently cupped his cheek.

“Are you ok, Fí? You don’t look like you want to go out with me. You don’t have to do this.”

His fake smile instantly dropped to change in a look of worry, “Of course I want to go! I always want to spend time with you!” He started pushing you towards your bedroom, “Now, go get dressed!”

After a few minutes you slowly came out of your bedroom, dressed in one of your favourite dresses and your hair loose. Edvard would never let you wear this but you wanted to look nice for Fíli. He was doing everything he possibly could to make you feel better, so it was the least you could do.

Fíli’s eyes widened when he saw you.

“Mahal, you look gorgeous… Beautiful!” he said as he grabbed your arm carefully, leading you out of your house and into the street. He had never called you gorgeous before. Or beautiful.

Wait, where was he even taking you? You turned to him and asked.

“I told you, I am taking you to get some food. We just have to stop somewhere else first,” he mumbled the second part, already focusing on something in the distance.

The angry expression was back on his face and he was clenching his jaw again. You had to admit it was really sexy. You adjusted your dress a bit to try and distract you.

You went into an dark alley and halted before... No, he can’t be serious? What was he thinking?

“Fíli, I’m not going in there!” you said, already starting to panic.

You were standing before the only pub in Laketown. The pub where Edvard was celebrating his newfound freedom.

“I would never, ever force you to do anything against your will Y/N, I just have to do something first, ok?” he reassured you, giving you a kiss on your cheek. He left you outside and swung the door open, fists clenched. He was pissed.

Fíli was shouting so loudly you could hear it from outside.

He could definitely hold his own, but Edvard could get aggressive if he had too much to drink. You needed to stop him before something would happen. You would never forgive yourself if Fíli got hurt because of you.

You took a deep breath and pushed the door open. It didn’t take you long to spot his golden hair at the back of the pub… Your heart dropped when you saw he was screaming at your ex.

“How dare you talk about her like that! She doesn’t fucking deserve any of this! You never deserved her in the first place!!”

Fíli was starting to move closer to Edvard, so you grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Please, Fí, stop! He isn’t worth it!”

“Oh look everyone! It’s my old ball and chain, she wanted to stay home rather than go to this awesome party!” your ex slurred, “Have to drag your friendzone off of me? Figures.”

Everybody laughed at his words, all of them as intoxicated as he was.

“I’m not friend zoning him!” you shouted. You looked at Fíli, who was still shooting daggers at Edvard. “Am I?”

“No,” he said turning towards you, placing his hands onto your hips with a look in his eyes that said ‘trust me’. One hand brushed a few strands of hair out of your face, and kept lingering on your cheek.

“But I do want to tell you that you mean a lot more to me than that. When you laugh, my whole world lights up. I would tell you that every time I see you hurt, it hurts me too. So much. I never said anything before but... I want to be more than friends.”

You couldn’t tell if his words were fake or real, you hoped in your heart that they were the truth but with the murderous look in his eyes, you didn’t know for sure. You decided to be honest and placed your hands on his chest, clutching his tunic.

“I want that too. Nothing more than that,” you whispered, your heart beating in your throat.

“Perfect,” he answered and before you could do or say anything, he dipped and kissed you in one fluid movement.

It felt raw, real, desperate and very, very passionate. Like he had been waiting so long for this, pouring everything he felt into this one kiss.

When you broke the kiss, you bit your lip.

Fíli looked behind you towards Edvard, who was seething.

“You have no idea what you’re missing here,” he told him, swinging his arm around your shoulders and guiding you back outside.

You were standing in the street, still impressed from everything that just happened. You couldn’t help but let some serious doubt creep into your mind. Did he really meant what he said? Was being honest even a good call? Or was everything an act to piss Edvard off, including the kiss?

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” he said, smiling at you.

“Did you…” you paused for a second, not actually sure if you wanted to hear his answer. “Did you really mean anything you said back there?”

He took your hands in his, giving them a light kiss.

“Yeah. I did. It was something I wanted to say for a while.” He started rubbing your hands with his thumb. “What about you?”

You nod.

“Oh thank Mahal. You had me worried for a second there,” he laughed in relief.

You both walked in a comfortable silence, while Fíli lead you through the streets of Laketown. When you reached your house, neither of you made a move to get inside.

You decide to break the tension.

“You know,” you leaned towards him, “You’re really hot when you’re angry.”

“Am I now?” He raised an eyebrow to you. “You know, I think we should skip dinner. I’m in the mood for...” he let his eyes go over you, “Something else.”

You stared at his curls hanging over his forehead, and you let your hands trail over his braids, his brown eyes getting dark with anticipation.

“Just shut up and kiss me, Fíli.”

A/N: Next time my partner says something that upsets me, I want a Fíli to come and defend my honour.

#fili x reader #the hobbit x reader #fili durin #lotr imagine #the hobbit imagine #lotr fanfiction #the hobbit fanfiction #lotr #lord of the rings #line of durin #guardianofrivendell

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tomspancakes · 5 years ago

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This Way: Part 6 (pls read author’s note)

*not my gif*

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress! reader

Word Count: 6824

Warnings: A crazy bih. Bit of violence and a smidge of blood? Probably wrong stuff about investing/ business world and such (sorry I’m a kinesiology major lol don’t judge)

Summary: A lot ensues when Tom apologizes to y/n. Old feelings are brought up and a little adventure begins.

A/N: I was thinking of writing a story about Tom and y/n’s past after this, would you guys like that? Please lmk! Anywho don’t hesitate to ask to be in the taglist and lmk if you’re enjoying this. Enjoy part 6 <3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

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“Tom, before you say more, I’m going to move out.” Tom’s heart broke.

“W-wait, what? You can’t leave, y/n. You don’t need to.” He walked toward the edge of your bed and sat down next to you.

“Tom, I caused so many problems already a-and you were right, it was selfish of me to blame you for making things worse with the whole Allana situation. You were just trying to help.”

“No I was wrong hear me out before deciding to leave. I-I can change your mind. Please let me at least try.” He took your hand in his and looked at you in a pleading way. You thought about it before giving in and nodding your head.

“This doesn’t mean I’ll stay. I’m just gonna listen.” He nodded with a little hope in his mind.

“First off, everything I said to you down there I didn’t mean that. O-or I did say what I’ve been feeling, but in a completely wrong way. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was getting tipsy and saying stupid shit.” All he could look at was your hands in his.

“No, Tom, you were right. I let you take the fall for MY privacy. I’m being selfish for letting you stay in this toxic ass relationship just because of my fears and insecurities.” Tom rubbed his thumbs over your knuckles and looked up at you.

“Y/n, I could never blame you for being afraid. I-I’ve been afraid, numb, and distant from everyone ever since we broke up…” You gave him a sad look, were you the cause of all his pain?

“B-but don’t worry it’s not your fault. I-I couldn’t move on. When we broke up I let most of my joy go along with you. I let all of my anger and sadness build up until I was numb a-and couldn’t even see which people would be good for my life, hence why I started dating Allana. I was just trying to fill the gaping hole in my heart. As soon as you came here it was like…” He looked into your eyes with realization, “I-I could feel again. But what I felt was all the pain and anger that was pushed to the back of my mind, it was creeping back and I tried to push it aside, and leaving was the only way to do that. I was happy to see you don’t get me wrong, but when I saw that you were on instagram live with Gavin it just made all my bottled up emotions burst out.” Tears began to well up in Tom’s eyes when he saw a couple rush down your cheeks.

“You were the first person to talk to me so I released all that anger out on you. It was really a dick move for me to do, but they were all negative feelings from a dark place in my head. Please understand I didn’t mean everything I said.” You let go of his hands and jumped into his arms squeezing your eyes shut. His cologne filled your nostrils and you both relaxed in the hug.

“Tom, I’m so sorry you went through that and felt like you couldn’t tell anyone.” Tom started to shake a bit with sobs and you began to rub his back.

“I-I understand. I was a real mess the first 2 months after the break up.” You let go of him and sat next to him again. He immediately held your hand again to comfort both you and him, your touch calmed him down. “It was hard for me to get out of bed every morning. I had to stay at a hotel alone because I’d lash out at my family members if they tried to help. A-and I had to delete social media for a few weeks because I couldn't bear to see your face. I-I cried or got angry every time I saw you. Harry and Zendaya helped me though because they noticed I wasn’t looking very healthy anymore, they watched me have some really bad breakdowns. Then I thought I was ok and started dating Gavin…” Tom’s brows furrowed not really wanting to hear about your relationship with him,

“B-but I decided to break it off because it wasn’t fair to Gavin that I kept thinking about you.” You looked at Tom and his head snapped up at what you said, his heart skipped a beat. “Y-You were in my dreams and I frequently found myself checking on your instagram. Of course Harry and Z never knew because they’d scold me, but I couldn’t help myself.” You chuckled then sighed, “Thankfully Gavin understood though.” Tom’s eyes were wide, “Y-you never stopped caring for me?” You scoffed.

“Obviously not. I tried to reach out to you, remember?” Tom felt so dumb and face palmed.

“God I’m a damn idiot.” He groaned.

“Just a little bit.” You joked.

“I-I guess I was just afraid to see what would happen if I did decide to reply. I was scared to get hurt again.” You nodded understanding, “You know when I took you to that burger cafe that was the first time I’ve been in months.”

“Yeah Harry told me. What happened the last time you were there? I-if you don’t mind sharing of course...” You asked curiously, but cautious because you didn’t want to make him more upset.

“Well I thought I was over you. I had just started dating Allana and I wasn’t thinking about you as much anymore. When I finished ordering the burgers I thought it’d be a good idea to check your instagram… along with the photos you were tagged in. I saw that single photo the paps took of you and Gavin holding hands and I-I uh just broke. I know nothing was confirmed or anything, but I knew you’d date him because he was so good to you before and during the time we were dating. I wished so much that I was him in that moment, I regretted letting you go.” You looked at him sadly and he looked stressed. “I stayed in my car for a really long time just crying and I went through old videos and pictures of you and I.” He scoffed, “I even went through our old messages and stalked accounts that shipped us together. I-it was really hard for me to be there because it always reminded me of you and the pain I went through. I didn’t want to feel like that again, but when you came back I just felt like it’d be ok to go there. Even though we barely spoke then, I-I just felt so good for some reason.”

“I guess we never really got over one another then…” You said looking at him apologetically and he nodded in agreement.

You sighed and flopped back on your bed and put your hands over your lap with your legs dangling off the edge. Tom followed suit, but took your small hand again, this time intertwining your fingers together.

“Tom, I don’t think we should be hol-” Tom didn’t want to let go so he cut you off.

“You know when I said everything I do is for you, the night before I left?” He turned his head to look at you, you kept staring at the ceiling and nodded, “Well I meant it.”

You sighed, “Tom you don’t have to do anything for me.”

“I know I don’t. Yet I both unconsciously and consciously do. I’d do anything for you, y/n.” You turned to him and his face was so close you felt the air coming out of his nose, “Haz and Tuwaine told me I couldn’t run from my feelings, so now I’m going to confront them. I never stopped caring for you, I’d throw away all my happiness just to make sure you're ok. If you don’t want the world to know about our past then I’ll stay with Allana.” He said that with all seriousness. Your heart melted and you looked into his eyes. He looked down at your lips then back at your eyes and started to lean in. You sat up quickly,

“S-sorry, Tom, we shouldn’t do that now.” He sat up as well looking down at his hands sadly and nodded, “But I’m not gonna let you stay with that bitch. We have to figure something out.” He gave you a half smile and nodded,

“I actually went to my old mate, Connor, and found out some really terrible things, but it could really help our case. I was gonna tell you as soon as I got home, but you know I fucked everything up.”

“No you didn’t, Tom, you needed to get things off your chest and we needed to talk about our feelings. We can look at it as a blessing in disguise.” You smiled at him kindly and patted his hands, “Now tell me everything.” Tom smiled at you admiringly.

“Well first off when we first started dating she told me that her last boyfriend broke up with her because she was moving to a new city, but then Connor ended up telling me that it was actually because she cheated on her ex.” He looked at you thinking you’d know what’d happen next. “What? Keep going, I’m no sherlock.” You both laughed for the first time in a long time.

“Well, Connor told me that her ex, Cody, went to the bank one day and he took out some of the money he invested in Allana’s company because it wasn’t doing too well. When she noticed there was less money to spend she started spying on him. Coincidentally a new girl came into his work and he was showing her around and Allana assumed he was cheating. Mind you they were on the 6th floor of a building which is nuts...” You widened your eyes and checked your window to make sure the curtains were closed.

“I don’t know why I’m surprised to hear that, but keep talking.”

“That’s not even the crazy part, love. First off Cody was some super successful real estate agent and invested maybe $2 million pounds. Second Allana thought she needed a new guy in case Cody was actually cheating, and the guy she cheated on him with was Ollie Williams.”

“Wait… That farm guy from season 6 of Love Island?”

“Yeah and guess what?” Tom asked enthusiastically, waiting for you to reply.

“Oh my god he’s rich too.” You said realizing the connection. Tom nodded.

“When Cody found out Allana was cheating he immediately broke up with her. After a few days his banker called saying he was making some weird purchases, like buying a bunch of designer clothes and whatnot. After that he found out that Allana had been sneaking into his flat at night and taking his credit cards and then putting them back when she was done with it.”

“She’s fucking crazy, how do we know she’s not in here right now?” You asked, scooting closer to Tom, he laughed and he slid his arm around your waist. He looked at his phone,

“It’s a Friday so she should be drinking with her friends about now.” You nodded and relaxed a bit, “Anyway Cody tried to have her arrested, but Allana threatened to tell Ollie’s girlfriend that he cheated on her. So to keep Allana’s mouth shut, Ollie’s family did the task of investing in Allana’s business and she has an uncle in the Police department. All Cody has now is a restraining order on Allana.”

“Wait there’s no way all this happened, this is literally insane. Connor must’ve lied a little bit.” You said in disbelief.

“I thought the same thing, this is something you’d only see in the movies, but Connor wouldn’t. He told me he could literally get sued if anyone in Ollie’s family finds out this news got out since it was a private investment. Obviously Ollie’s girlfriend ended up finding out about Allana though because he confessed on Love Island that he cheated on her.” Then it hit you.

“Holy shit. Have you checked your bank account?” You asked, this was insane.

“Yeah I did, no weird activity.” He said nonchalantly.

“Ok then how’d you meet Allana?”

“At a mutual friend’s party. She came up to me saying she didn’t really know anyone else and-” Tom’s eyes widened, “Oh my god. The Williams' probably stopped investing and she set something up so she could start dating me huh?” You nodded, but still curious about something.

“I just don’t understand why she hasn’t taken a lot of money away from you yet though.”

“I’m not quite sure either, I mean I’ve given her like 2 expensive things, but she’s never asked me to invest or anything.” He thought in silence for a second and you yawned. Everything that happened tonight was making you sleepy.

“Oh shit. There’s a safe in the house with emergency money.” Tom said, he jumped up and you followed closely behind him. “God I’m such an idiot! I wrote the code down on a paper and thought I misplaced it. Allana probably stole it.” He was stressing out. When you entered his room he pushed aside clothes that were in front of the safe and punched in a 7 digit number and opened the door.

“Fuck fuck fuck!”

“What, Tom, is something gone?” Tom got up and gave you a view of the safe.

“It’s about ¾ empty.” He stated and began cursing furiously and pulling his hair.

“H-how much did you have in there originally?” You asked, worried for Tom.

“A little over 3 million pounds.” He groaned and slid down the wall next to his closet.

“Oh my god, Tom.” You didn’t know what else to say or do.

“I know it’s not much of a dent in my bank account, but it’s still a lot of money that belongs to me. We need to do something.” You nodded, “But if we do she’s going to tell everyone about you and I. It’s also gonna cause so much unnecessary controversies in the media. Remember what happened to you the last time the world found out about your pa-”

“Yes of course I remember.” You said not wanting to talk about it, “What are we gonna do then?” You asked, defeated. Tom took your hand and pulled you down to sit next to him.

“I think we should go over to her flat tomorrow and call the police.”

“Why don’t we just call them now?” You asked him like he was crazy.

“Because today was already shit enough. And I can tell you’re really tired, love, I know I am.” You nodded and he rested his head on your shoulder, “Plus tonight may be the last night we spend together... unless you don’t move.”

“Oh... right, I uh totally forgot about that.” The decision floating back in your head of whether or not you should stay.

“Yeah so, I think I’d rather end the night on a lighter note. Perhaps with a movie or a little cuddle with my…” He looked up at you with his tired eyes, “friend.” You chuckled, but both of you hurt by the word somehow.

“How the hell are you calm right now? A shit ton of money just got stolen from you, we should be talking to the police right now.” You said shaking your head.

“So much shit happened today, yet you just being here with me somehow makes me feel like everything will be ok.” Tom breathed out, taking your hand in his. Your heart sped up when you both locked eyes, “Can we please do something else now?”

“You’re unbelievable. You know that?” You rolled your eyes, hinting that you're giving in.

“Yay!” Tom exclaimed and he picked you up and put you on his lap holding you so tight.

“Tom, come on let go.” You hit his arms, but he just squeezed you tighter. You giggled and rested your chin on top of his curly hair.

“I’m not gonna lie. I did miss your crackhead energy.” You joked and he moved his head up close to yours quickly.

“You’re gonna pay for that.” Then he got up and began tickling your sides.

“T-Tom p-please stop!” He laughed at your struggle. “Please, I-I can’t b-breathe.” He stopped tickling you and kissed your cheek. He stared at you wide eyed realizing what he just did. Tom felt like you were a couple again just in those 45 seconds, it was crazy that your cute little laugh could make him forget all the crazy shit going on. You cleared your throat and stood up.

“So a movie then?” You patted yourself down and he nodded, “Ok I’ll go put some pjs on then.” You turned to walk out and he face palmed as soon as you passed through his door.

You and Tom sat with your backs on the headboard watching Inception. You began to get sleepy half way through the movie and laid your head on Tom’s lap. He looked down, the light from the film reflected off your beautiful face and Tom felt like he was falling for you all over again. He began to gently brush your hair with his fingers making you sleepy. You enjoyed this and missed his soft touch making you relax, and that’s when you decided, “Tom?” You asked sleepily.

“Yes, darling?” Although he called Allana darling once, the nickname made you feel how you did when you two were previously dating. It made your heart feel light.

“I’m not going anywhere.” With that you drifted into sleep. Tom smiled widely and kept brushing your hair until he heard your cute soft snores indicating that you were officially out cold. He carefully picked you up and moved you so that your head was now rested on his chest. He shut the TV off and looked at your face lovingly until he too drifted off into the best sleep he’s had since before you two had broken up.

“Tom! Have you seen Y/n? She wasn’t-” Harry barged into Tom’s room, “Oh what the fuck, are you serious?” You stirred and opened your eyes to see Tom’s sleeping face.

“Mmm shut up.” Tom said and you tried to get up, but he grumbled and pulled you closer.

“No get the hell up.” Harry said, sounding unhappy and you finally got out of Tom’s embrace. He rubbed his eyes and sat up fast realizing what was going on.

You laughed awkwardly, “Harry… how’s it going?” He looked at you then at Tom then smiled,

“So? What the hell happened, I’m surprised you guys made up so fast, are you dating again?” Harry said super excited and he jumped onto the edge of the bed. You and Tom gave one another a strange look.

“Well I wasn’t expecting that...” Tom said awkwardly.

“N-no we’re not dating again. We made up as friends. Tom is still with Allana at the moment.” When you said that you were both reminded of all the bad things that you both have to deal with now.

“Harry, we found out some really bad shit about Allana.” Tom said.

“Oh you finally realized she’s a psychopa-” Tom rolled his eyes and cut him off.

“She stole almost 2.25 million pounds from our emergency vault.”

“What the fuck?” Harry yelled and he got back up, “Mum and dad are going to kill you for losing this much money. How the fuck did she even get the code? Tom, you’re literally so irresponsible. We need to call the fucking police.” Tom let his little brother ramble and scold him before saying,

“Yeah we’re gonna head over to Allana’s soon and if she doesn’t give us the money we will. Trying to not have too many controversies right now you know?” Harry looked at his brother like he was insane, but sighed and nodded.

“That’s literally the dumbest shit I’ve heard, but it’s your money. How the hell are you being so calm about this?”

Tom slid his hand on top of yours, but under the duvet so that Harry wouldn’t see, “I don’t know, just have a feeling that things are gonna be ok.” He squeezed your hand lightly and your pulse quickened.

“Hm maybe Allana’s insanity is just rubbing off on the both of you.” Harry said suspiciously, “Wait, y/n, does this mean you're staying?” He looked at you with hopeful eyes and you nodded. Tom quickly removed his hand from yours when Harry cheered and pulled you up from the bed to shield you from Tom, “As much as I’m glad that you guys are good now, Y/n, is my best friend and MY best friend only ok? So back off, Tom.”

“You're such a goof, Harry. You will always be my best friend.” You hugged Harry and he stuck his tongue out at Tom. This started a playful fight because Tom slapped Harry in the face, so Harry jumped out of your embrace and onto Tom and they wrestled before you said,

“Oh my god. You are both so immature. Knock it off so we can bring that bitch down and get your money back.” They laughed and got up to get ready.

“Ready to go? Harry’s warming up the car.” Tom said with a piece of toast in his mouth as he tied his shoes. You nodded and had ice cubes over your eyebags.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Reducing the puffiness of my eyes from last night’s antics.”

“Mm fix mine.” Tom said while chewing the last bit of his toast. You giggled and walked over to him and placed the cubes on his puffy eyes. He was looking down at you and you stared into his beautiful brown irises.

“You look gorgeous even with puffy eyes, y/n.” You blushed a bit, “Well I mean you always look gor-” You and Tom were snapped out of the moment when Harry honked the car horn. You put the ice cubes in the trash and Tom asked, “Do I look less shitty now?”

“You never look shitty. Handsome as always.” You pinched his cheek and walked off. You were making Tom’s heart beat like crazy. He couldn’t even keep his mind straight on the mission you three were about to embark.

“Harrison and Tuwaine were playing games and drinking when I put the dishes away last night. So they’re probably gonna be out til this afternoon. Why can’t you just tell me everything now?” Harry groaned.

“Because it was a really long story which wouldn’t be fun to repeat.” You said.

“Plus, we’re almost at Allana’s.” Tom added and Harry huffed because he was impatient. “Ah park there, not in the driveway just in case she chases or something and need to drive off fast.” Tom said seriously and pointed at an empty spot on the street near Allana’s flat.

“Do you think she’s awake?” You asked.

“Who cares? I hope that bitch is asleep so we can ruin it.” You laughed at Harry’s sass.

“Even better that she’s most likely gonna be hung over.” Tom added, “Ok, Harry, keep your phone out just in case Allana does something crazy.” Harry nodded and you all walked to her front door with Tom leading. Tom knocked on the door aggressively.

“Open up Allana we need to talk.” Tom yelled.

“Ugh you can stop I’ll get it.” You heard a muffled raspy voice. The door swung open to a hungover Allana, “Tommy, I wasn’t expecting you til-” She realized who was behind him, “What the fuck are they doing here.” She snarled then laughed at all your glares. “Oh so you found out mine and Tom’s little deal didn’t you?”

“We found out about a lot of other things too.” You said sternly.

She raised her eyebrow, “And what may that be?”

“We know about your situation with Ollie and Cody.” Tom said and her eyes widened.

“Wait, that guy Ollie from Love Island?” Harry looked at Tom who rolled his eyes because he interrupted and nodded at his brother.

Harry’s mouth formed an ‘o’ before adding, “Well we also know that you stole about 2.25 million pounds as well. If you don’t give us the money back we’re gonna bring the police into this.” Harry showed his phone to her with the numbers 999 ready.

“And also make sure your business is shut down for good.” Tom said.

“I’m afraid half of the money has already been spent.” She said smugly and smirked.

“What the fuck. Harry, call the police.” You said, he nodded and was about to press the call button, but Allana stopped him.

“Oh no no wait a second. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” She pulled her phone out her robe pocket. “I knew something like this was going to happen so I went ahead and made a draft of the story I was going to tell TMZ. If you call the cops I’ll send the story in with the click of a button.” Tom looked at you knowing that you really didn’t want that. You were trying to think of any solution, but Tom sighed and held your hand before speaking up,

“Alright then. You want money right? How much do you want so you can get out of my life.” You widened your eyes.

“Tom no you can’t do that. I-It’ll be ok. I need to learn to get through it, I signed up for this life when becoming an actress.” You smiled at him and squeezed his hand. Harry’s eyes never left Allana’s phone as she waved it in front of you two.

“Uh hello? I’d happily make a deal with you, Tommy. Your choice, do you really wanna break your promise…” You drowned her voice out as Harry slid his phone in your other hand and he jumped between you and Tom successfully taking Allana’s phone.

“Hurry, y/n. Call the cops!” Harry yelled from behind Allana and you pressed the call button letting go of Tom’s hand. Allana got angry and grabbed a vase that was on a table by the door. She chucked it right at Harry’s head and he knocked out.

“Harry! Oh my god.” You stepped inside to help Harry, but Tom stopped you. “No, I'll help him. talk to the police.” You nodded and he rushed to help his brother. You looked around and couldn’t see Allana until you felt cold metal pressed against your neck and you knew where she was. Tom stood up looking both scared and angry,

“No. Try to come near me and I’ll fucking slit her throat.” She yelled and you whimpered as tears began to roll down your cheeks, “Now, Tom, slide my phone to me. And y/n I want you to hang up.”

As you were pulling the phone away from your ear you heard, “Hello? What-” and you ended the call. ‘Well that was shit timing.’ You thought.

Tom kicked her phone over while tears began to roll down his cheeks, “Allana, p-please let her go now. We did what you wanted.” He said with his arms out trying to calm her down.

“No. Now I want money in exchange for her life.” She pressed the knife closer and you shut your eyes in fear.

“Ok ok. How much do you want? I can’t give you too much right away because that’d be suspicious.” Tom looked into your eyes and you knew he was stalling, the police still had to come just to make sure everything was ok.

“Well you’ll have to figure out a way to get a lot to me very soon. I want 7 million pounds by next week.”

“What’d you need that for, fleeing the country or some-”

“Stop messing the fuck around. Now agree or she dies.” Tom looked behind you and relaxed a bit.

“Freeze! Drop the weapon.” You felt a bit relieved that the police came after all. Allana turned the both of you around and you squealed because you felt the knife cut into your skin a little bit. Tom tried to run up to you but Allana’s grip tightened on you, “Back the fuck off!” She snarled at Tom.

“Sir please stay where you’re at we’ll handle this.” You looked into Tom’s eyes and all you saw was fear.

“Miss please drop the knife now or else I will shoot you.” The officer clocked the gun. Allana contemplated for a bit before sighing and removing the knife from your neck and dropped it. She was put in handcuffs, “I swear you both will pay for this shit.” Allana snarled as she was pulled away.

You ran over to Tom and you sobbed. He held your quivering body and rubbed your back.

“I’m so sorry, love. I shouldn’t have brought you, I put you in danger. I-I was so scared.” He kissed the top of your head and you felt his tears drop on your head. He hugged you tighter like it was the last time he’d see you.

“We need medics.” An officer said into her comms then she crouched down and shook Harry after feeling his pulse, “Sir? Can you hear me? Please wake up.” You let go of Tom and rushed over to Harry.

“Harry come on get up you’re ok.” He stirred and blinked his eyes a few times.

“What the fuck? Wh-what did I miss? Y/n why is your neck bleeding?” You widened your eyes and felt your neck, it stung a tiny bit and felt wet.

Tom was freaking out, “Shit, Y/n, are you feeling ok? I swear I’m gonna make that bitch pay.” You nodded.

“Ya. I-I think she just gave me a little scratch.” He looked at you worriedly.

“Yeah thanks, Tom, I’m good too.” Harry joked and Tom looked at his brother apologetically while helping him sit up. A medic went up to Harry and another one followed closely behind and went to you.

“May I check the cut?” They asked and you nodded. Tom sat you down on the couch. You lifted your chin. “You’re ok, thankfully she didn’t cut deep, but you’ll need a thicker bandage. This is gonna sting a bit.” You nodded and hissed as the rubbing alcohol burned your cut. Tom squeezed your hand and kissed the top of your head. “You’re ok, darling.” When he called you darling you took your mind off the pain. You opened your eyes to see Tom’s brown ones already looking at you and you smiled at him. His face was full of concern so you put a hand on his cheek and he relaxed in your touch. You felt a cloth go over your cut.

“Alright you’re all done. Just change the bandage every so often.” The medic gave you a bag of more bandages.

“Thank you.” You smiled weakly and they nodded. You and Tom walked over to Harry and the other medic shined a light to his eyes.

“Yep you have a concussion forsure. You need to take it easy for the next few days, no bright lights, and no crazy exercising. Make sure he follows what I said and make things easier for him.” The medic looked at you both and nodded. The medic gave Harry an icepack and you all thanked him.

“You guys are gonna be my servants haha.” Harry joked and you laughed lightly as he tried to make the situation better.

“We need to talk to the officers.” Tom said putting his hand on the small of your back. You nodded giving Harry a quick hug letting him rest in his spot before heading over to the police.

“Well today was really eventful.” Harry said sleepily from the backseat.

“It’s been an eventful 2 weeks for me, she made that dumb deal the night of the dinner.” Tom said, keeping his eyes on the road.

“I mean I’m just glad we got her off your ass.” You said.

“Yeah me too, but I feel like it’s not the last we’ll see of her. Her uncle is a cop, remember?” Tom reminded you. You’re body tensed a bit and nodded. Tom noticed and reached over the console to rub your hand indicating that he won’t let anything bad happen.

“Oh you’re shitting me. That’s not right.” Harry groaned. “Well maybe they’ll be more strict on her because she literally tried to kill y/n.” Your eyes widened realizing that you really almost just died.

“Harry! Don’t say it like that.” Tom said realizing you got even more scared.

“N-no. It’s alright she knocked you out, loser.” You weakly joked and Harry laughed. Tom just looked over at you concerned.

“Yeah the money will be returned when they finish interrogating Allana.” Tom said. Everyone living in the house was seated in the living room, Zendaya and your parents were on facetime on your laptop, and Tom’s parents were on facetime on his laptop. You and Tom had just explained everything that went down with the whole Allana deal.

Nikki sighed, “Well I’m just glad that all three of you are safe now. Tom, you need to be more careful with your money.” Tom got a little embarrassed and you rubbed his back. “I trust that this will be a lesson learned.”

He nodded and sighed, “Definitely learned something.” Nikki and Dom nodded worriedly.

“Alright well, if that’s all we’ll let you go. If you lot need anything, we're only a call and just a few blocks away.” Dom said. You and the boys nodded.

“Oh, Y/m/n, make sure you send me that recipe of the beef roast. It looked delicious on your facebook!” Nikki added and your mom nodded before everyone exchanged goodbyes with Tom’s parents.

“I’m so sorry for putting your daughter in danger. I-I shouldn’t have brought her, I assure you that she is very safe with my mates and I. If you want I can update-” Tom was beginning to ramble nervously, but your mom cut him off.

“Tom, sweetie there’s no need to do that. We trust all you boys and we trust y/n can take care of herself.”

“Yeah we’ll make sure she’s eating her veggies and fruits as well.” Harrison said and Tom slapped his arm. Everyone laughed at the way he teased Tom.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you guys later!” You said.

“Wait, y/n, can we talk to you in private?” Your dad asked and you nodded as Tom gulped. You got up from your spot to go to the kitchen. As soon as you sat your dad spoke.

“Are you sure you’re ok there? ‘Cause I’m not sure I want you to stay. And I don’t know if I even trust Tom being there. Maybe-”

“No, dad, I swear to you everything is ok. Plus, you know Tom is a good guy, he wouldn’t do anything bad.” You stated.

“Yeah if he does anything stupid I’ll make sure he pays for it.” Zendaya said seriously.

“Ah thank you, Z. You’re always such a good friend.” Your dad said and you and your mom agreed as Zendaya nodded and flipped her hair jokingly.

“But seriously y/n’s right. Tom is a really good guy. You can trust him.” Your parents looked at one another nodding trusting her words. ‘Why the hell don’t they trust what I say?’ You thought.

“Alright we’re going to go eat now. Text or call if you need anything. It was wonderful seeing you, Z, I’ll drop off some baked goods in a few days.” Your mom said and Zendaya cheered while you pouted. You all said your goodbyes, but Zendaya stayed on.

“Y/n, I know damn well that something happened between you and Tom. It’s literally so obvious he kept looking at you and I saw you rub his back like you guys didn’t have a past.” You laughed at how well she could read you and every situation ever.

“Well a lot happened in literally one week. I just don’t think I’m ready for anything though, like you said it’s time for myself now.” You sighed then cleared your throat, “but nonetheless I’ll update you as soon as you’re not busy, as long as you update me about Jacob as well.” She laughed and nodded.

“Will do, but take as much time and space as you need. I know he’d wait.” You nodded trusting every word she said, “alright I’m gonna go eat now. Love you bihhh!”

“Love you too, stay safe!” You hung up and walked to the living room.

“Everything ok?” Tom asked a little nervous because your dad wanted to talk in private.

“He was probably saying he wants to drop kick your ass as soon as he sees you, Tom.” Tuwaine said and you the boys snickered as that only made Tom more nervous.

“No he didn’t. He just wanted to make sure I’m alright.” You said and Tom relaxed.

“You guys want to have a comedy movie marathon to cheer you up?” Harrison asked.

“I think that is very much needed. Go ahead and start it. I’m gonna change my bandage first and get Harry some shades, he can’t look at bright lights.” You explained and the boys snickered at that. Harry flipped them all off.

“I’ll help you, y/n. Plus I have some nice shades Harry can wear.” Tom said kindly and you nodded smiling back. Haz and Tuwaine made kissy faces behind Tom and you rolled your eyes before walking upstairs.

When you got to your room Tom pulled out the desk chair for you and he grabbed the first aid kit. “I can do it myself, Tom.”

“Nonsense, let me take care of you, darling. It was my fault after all.” Your heart melted, he was being so kind.

“It wasn’t your fault at all, we wouldn’t have been in this mess if I wasn’t scared for the world to know about us. The situation would’ve been handled a lot less hectic.” You sighed feeling bad. Tom peeled the dirty bandage off and held your hand as he wiped your cut with the alcohol. You squeezed your eyes shut and Tom pulled your hand to his lips kissing your knuckles gently then rubbing them with his thumb. He placed the bandage on your cut and let your hand go.

“I wouldn’t mind hiding a relationship with you again though…” He said as you lowered your head back down. you opened your eyes and he looked into yours seriously. You looked at him apologetically and he dropped his head back while brushing his hands through his hair. “God I’m such an idiot. Sorry pretend I didn’t say that.” His ears and cheeks were turning red.

“Tom-”

“No no it’s ok I get it. You want to be friends. Wh-which is ok of course because I’d rather be friends than nothing. I’m not saying I like you right now or any-” You giggled a bit, but got a little hurt when he said the last part.

“Tom! Let me speak.”

“Oh s-sorry, love.” He said looking at you and you smiled at his cuteness.

“I’m not going to lie. I-I think I started to have feelings for you too. Like I said I don’t think I ever truly got over you…”

“Oh. Well in that case I definitely haven’t gotten over you. I didn’t mean what I said just now I think I do li-” He stopped realizing he interrupted you again, “oops sorry.”

You giggled again, “Anyway, I know we both want something more right now, b-but we should just stay friends for now.” His heart dropped and he looked at you with confusion and sadness, “I just got out of a relationship a few weeks ago and I told Zendaya this would be the time for me to grow. Plus you just got out of a really crazy relationship. And after hearing about both of our stories after our break up, I-I really think we should learn to be ok with ourselves first.” He sighed and nodded. “Don’t get me wrong though. I have feelings for you, Tom. I’m just not ready to-” “Yeah ok I understand. I’m gonna go get my orange shades for Harry now.” He turned and began to walk away.

“Tom wait I wasn’t done ta-” He turned back to face you at your doorway.

“Just know that I’ll wait for you, darling. Take all the time you need. I’m a little upset, but just take your time.” You looked at him as tears welled up in your eyes and your heart skipped a beat. “Really. I’ll wait for you.” He was upset, but he couldn’t let his anger cloud over his feelings for you.

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When I’m With You Ch. 20

Eddie can’t stand the barista at his favorite coffee shop. Richie has fallen in love with the man he sees twice a week. Stan is dating someone but won’t let his friends meet them. Ben is in love with Beverly, but is so afraid of scaring her away he’s not moving forward. Chaotic friends navigating college together. \

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Ch. 1

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Richie had been anxious the rest of the day. He’d stayed to help out until the rush died down and then gone into the back to bake. He wasn’t on the schedule, he probably wouldn’t even get paid for it, but he didn’t want to head back to the building. Sonia Kaspbrak hadn’t been what he was expecting. She was much, much worse. He’d heard all of Eddie’s stories about what a menace she was growing up and how afraid of her he was but seeing it in the flesh was so different. Eddie seemed so…small when in her presence. Afraid to speak. It made Richie sick, made his chest hurt and he just knew that if he was face to face with her again he wouldn’t be able to keep it inside.

He loved Eddie and the last thing he wanted to do was make things more difficult for him. It took every bit of self restraint not to go after them when they left the café. It also helped that Mike knew him all too well and held on tight to his wrist until they were out of sight. That last look Eddie set on him was very nearly heartbreaking. Who knows what he would have done had Mike not been holding him.

Baking helped him clear his head and think things through. It was part of the reason he’d started baking in the first place. Having something to focus on pushed all other worries from his mind. Wasn’t there a musical about that? Baking all your troubles away. He was into stage acting but knew little about musicals. Still, he was sure he’d heard someone listening to a song like that. Either way, it definitely described the way he felt about baking.

Even so, Eddie was on his mind while he measured, poured, mixed, folded, cut and iced. He knew that once his mom went home the following day, things would go back to normal. Eddie would smile again, and they wouldn’t have to hide. After pining for him for so long, not being able to interact with him normally for even one day was torture. Especially after the night before when they’d been so carefree, wrapped up in each other only seeing the other for a blissful moment. Also, it was hot as fuck and way better than the fantasies he’d been jerking off to for the past several months.

Richie had always pictured the morning after being filled with naked kisses and cuddling and maybe a blow job or two. Definitely not being woken up by a panicked Eddie who he couldn’t even take the proper time to comfort.

It was Bill, coming in to check on him after a few hours of letting him be, that broke him from his cycle of baking and worrying. “Richie, what the f-fuck? We’re never going to sell all of this before it goes stale.” Bill was exasperated, looking at the tables and cooling racks full of trays holding various baked goods.

“Run a two for one sale?” Richie shrugged, taking a look at the pile of dirty dishes he had to run through the washer.

“Alright, I’m c-calling it. Go home. I’ll deal with all of this.”

“No, I can’t go home yet. I’ll stay till closing.

“Absolutely not. You weren’t even supposed to be h-h-here today. We appreciate the help, really. But if you b-bake anymore the owner is going to k-kill you and maybe m-me. Leave.”

Richie sighed and untied the apron, lifting it over his head and handing it to Bill as he walked to the door. “Fine. But if I get drunk and text pictures of my dick to Eddie and his mom sees it, I’m blaming you.”

“Or you could just not get drunk!” Bill called after him, to which Richie only shrugged.

He said goodbye to Mike and headed out into the rapidly darkening evening. There was nowhere to go but home. He was sure Bev and Ben were together doing who knows what. Ladies and the Tramps would be closed, and he hated showing up at their place unannounced. So, he dragged his feet heading home, hoping that Sonia was in for the night and he wouldn’t have any unpleasant run ins with her in the hallway. Still, as he exited the elevator and made his way to his apartment, he slowed down in front of Eddie’s door, listening for any voices. All he heard was the TV and he couldn’t even be sure it was coming from Eddie’s apartment without pressing his ear to the door.

Once inside his own place, he kicked off his shoes and dropped his coat on the closest beanbag chair, tossing his keys on top. He was starving, having not eaten anything but a few pastries at work, and grabbed the takeout menus that were clipped together from his counter. He was content to flop down on one of the chairs and search through them while watching something dumb on TV but before he could commence the flopping, a knock sounded from his door. Tossing the takeout menus aside, he made his way to the door, unsure of who would be knocking at this hour.

Package delivery, Bev, nosy neighbor, all possibilities but he didn’t think Eddie was on that list. That is, until he opened the door to reveal his small boyfriend standing in the hallway, shoeless, tear streaks on his face and eyes red.

“Richie I…”

He didn’t have to say anything else before Richie was pulling him into his arms and closing the door behind them. He scooped him up and made his way to the beanbag chair, settling down with Eddie in his lap. He clung to Richie so fiercely he could hardly breathe but he didn’t care because Eddie needed him, and he’d sit there as long as it took for him to feel alright again.

“What am I going to do?” Eddie sat with his knees pulled to his chest, a cup of coffee sat on the floor beside him. His eyes were still wet though the tears had more or less stopped.

Richie was angry. He couldn’t recall a time in his life that he was this angry. How could someone treat their own child this way? Sure, he had his ups and downs with his parents, but they supported his choices for the most part. He’d found his own way, but had he been dependent on them, he couldn’t foresee them doing something like this. All Eddie wanted was to find where he belonged with a group of people he loved and who loved him. He’d found that and now she wanted to rip it away.

Even as the fire raged within him, Richie knew it wouldn’t do any good for him to be angry right now. Eddie needed help, calm rational help. Taking a sip of his own coffee to hopefully extinguish some of the flames, he finally spoke.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Eds. I wish I could have been there with you.” He was mentally kicking himself for hiding out at the café when Eddie needed him. Fearing the answer, he asked, “what is it you want to do?”

Eddie’s gaze dropped to the floor between them. “I don’t know.”

“If…if you want to break up so that nothing changes I completely-.”

“No!” Eddie’s eyes snapped back to Richie’s face as he fell forward on his knees, closing the small distance between them. “I don’t want that! That’s not an option and will never be an option!”

Richie placed a hand on his cheek, soothing his thumb over new tears that were beginning to fall. “Ok, it’s ok. I just wanted you to know that I wouldn’t stop you. I want what’s best for you.”

For the first time in his life, Eddie heard those words and actually believed them. He knew how much Richie cared for him. He could see it in his eyes whenever he looked at him. He’d pined for so long before Eddie gave him the time of day and began to find him charming rather than obnoxious, or at least a mixture of both. So, he knew that letting him go wouldn’t be an easy task but here he was, offering it up as a way to save Eddie trouble. It made his heart clench in a not entirely painful way.

“I won’t let her ruin what we have I just…I just meant that I may have to apply for some grants and financial aid, get a job, maybe go back to living in the dorms. Not…not give in to her ridiculous requests to give up the one person who makes me feel sane.” Eddie leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Richie’s shoulders and letting himself be pulled onto his lap with arms around his waist.

“Guess I kind of jumped to worst case scenario, huh?” He chuckled. ��I can see if Rose and Jen will give you a job or maybe we could use more hands at the café?”

“Either would be nice, but I’ll put in applications anywhere I can. I have a little experience from summers back home when I’d work at the theater with Stan.” Eddie sighed. “I wonder if I can afford an apartment somewhere. I loath the idea of going back to the dorms. College students are disgusting.”

“Yes, we are.” Richie grinned, before adding, “Why don’t you just move in here with me?”

Eddie felt like the air had been swept from his lungs as Richie’s words tumbled down onto him. For a second, he’d wondered if he’d heard him correctly, but what else could he have possibly said?

Living together. It wasn’t a terrible idea; they’d spent many nights together since they started dating. That wasn’t quite the same though. They’d have to cram both of their belongings into Richie’s already cluttered apartment. Richie would have to get used to Eddie’s obsessive need for cleanliness all the time and he wasn’t sure he was ready for that. As Eddie leaned back and looked Richie in the eyes, he looked completely serious. Not a joke then.

“Richie I…it’s only been like a month.” He reminded him, still finding it hard to catch his breath.

“I know, but you need a place to stay and…I love you.”

Eddie’s eyes grew wide in surprise. Part of him kind of knew they were headed to this point, but actually hearing it had tears springing to his eyes once more. He loved his friends, he knew his friends loved him, but no one had ever loved him like this. Not familial or platonic, but romantic love. Years of denying who he was and unable to find anyone to date followed by one-night encounters with strangers lead him to wonder if he’d ever find this with anyone. Would he ever hear someone say those three words that would have the room spinning around him? He was at a loss of words. What does one even say in a situation like this?

“You…love…really?” was all that he managed to force past his lips.

Richie grinned. “Yes, really. I would do anything for you, Eds. If you need your own space then we can look for a bigger apartment with two rooms. You can throw out all of my furniture and replace it with your own if that will make you happy. I’ll even get rid of the beanbags.”

“No, they’re growing on me. I like them.” Eddie chuckled, wiping at the tears on his cheeks.

“So…?”

“So…I…want to. I definitely want to because I love you too, Richie.” Before he could say more, Richie was pulling him in, pressing his lips hard against Eddie’s, wasting no time pushing his tongue past his lips.

Eddie sighed blissfully into the kiss, winding his arms around Richie’s neck. He didn’t care where he lived. Richie was his home. They could manage staying here or upgrade to a bigger place, though two rooms wasn’t necessary. Eddie liked sharing a bed with Richie, waking up to his face in the morning and falling asleep in his arms. Though they would definitely be getting a new mattress when they were able to. Richie’s was lumpy and had a broken spring. Maybe they could steal the one from his place before she could stop them.

All thoughts of planning for their apartment left his mind as Richie stood, taking him with him. He always felt light as a feather when Richie picked him up. Eddie tore his mouth from Richie’s as he walked back toward the bedroom, instead focusing on marking his neck. Richie grunted, his hands tightening on Eddie’s thighs as he sucked and nipped at his skin. Neither flipped the light on as they crashed down on the bed, the only light from the hallway and the string lights hung up around the ceiling.

Richie’s hands were on him all at once, pushing his shirt up to his armpits and barely giving him time to lift his arms before he was pulling it up and over his head. Then his mouth was on him, marking a trail from his ear to his navel. Eddie let out a long, trembling breath as Richie sucked a bruise above the waist of his pants while his long fingers hooked beneath them and his briefs, dragging them down to discard on the floor. It was cold in the room, but Eddie only felt a slight chill as Richie’s hands and mouth left his body feeling hot.

He knew better than to try and go too far given that the night before was Eddie’s first time, and he was likely to be sore. But as he took the head of his cock into his mouth, he hooked his fingers on his cheeks, spreading them against the mattress. Eddie’s thighs clenched on either side of Richie’s head, a raspy “fuuuuuuck” drawing out of his mouth followed by a low moan as Richie hollowed his cheeks and pressed the flat of his tongue against the underside of his cock.

Richie loved hearing Eddie’s sweet moans spilling from his lips like he’d lost all control. His muscles went rigid beneath him, his hips bucking ever so slightly, held down by Richie’s strong hand. His hands fisted in the sheets, resisting reaching for Richie’s hair and tugging on the strands. His stomach turned to water, his mind going blank filled with only Richie, Richie, Richie until he felt like he was going to melt away into nothing. Richie let go long enough to suck a finger into his mouth before taking him back in and far as he could to the back of his throat and easing the wet digit into Eddie.

Flinching, Eddie gasped, trying his best to lift his head and look down at Richie. He was so focused on making Eddie feel good, making Eddie cum, and once again Eddie felt that rush of adoration surge up within him. If he weren’t about to bust he might have grabbed him by the ears and hauled him up for a kiss. Instead, he dropped back down to his back, his head pressed against the pillows and his back arching up off the mattress. A string of “oh god, Richie, Richie, fuck” came from his lips, all the warning he could provide from his muddled brain before he was spilling onto Richie’s tongue and down his throat. Richie sucked him through each spasm until he was overly sensitive and whining.

Richie wiped his mouth on his sleeve, sitting back on his heels and taking in the disheveled mess that was his lovely boyfriend. His cheeks had bloomed into a bright shade of red, his lips wet and open panting heavily. His body was covered in a layer of sweat despite the cold of the room, his eyes unfocused. Richie hovered over top of him, a hand on either side of his head.

“Don’t suppose you’ll kiss me now, huh?” He grinned.

Eddie rolled his eyes and lifted up on his elbows, a little shaky, and captured Richie’s lips with his own. He ignored the part of his brain that told him that it was gross and dirty because he didn’t care. Honestly, he barely even tasted anything when he opened his mouth for Richie. He felt a flutter in his stomach, a pleasant ache in his heart as Richie kissed him soft and slow.

Pulling back just enough to separate their mouths, Eddie cupped Richie’s face with one hand, stroking his thumb over his cheek. “I want to try…with you…I mean…”

“Come on Eds, can’t be too hard to ask for right? We’ve already fucked, what more is there to do?” Richie chuckled, rubbing his nose against Eddie’s.

Frustrated, Eddie closed his eyes. “I want to try…a bow job. I’ve never…wanted to before and…I don’t know if I’ll be any good, but I want to try.” When he opened his eyes again, Richie was smirking in a way that made a chill go down his spine but also made him kind of want to hit him.

“I’ll never say no to you giving me a blow job my sweet Spaghetti. Just try your best.”

Eddie nodded and Richie rolled off of him, quickly undressing himself. Sitting on his knees, Eddie came to realize just how nervous he actually was. It wasn’t so much having a dick in his mouth because it was Richie and he loved him. He was more afraid of being bad at it and accidentally hurting Richie. As he leaned forward, staring down at his stiff dick, he remembered how Richie wrapped his lips over his teeth and did the same after licking his lips thoroughly.

Richie was bigger than him, thicker in the shaft and longer. He wasn’t brave enough to attempt to take him too far in this time. He focused his attention on his head, swirling his tongue over his tip whenever he drew back. With one hand, he pumped the rest of his length in time with the bobbing of his head. He was still anxious but above him Richie was rambling, his hand on Eddie’s cheek.

“Fuuuck, Eddie baby you’re so fucking beautiful on your knees like that.” His voice was rough and low, his eyes focused on Eddie. “Just like that, keep going.”

He was clumsy, unsure of himself and repetitive, but Richie didn’t care, he was so enchanted by Eddie trying so hard. Months ago, he never even thought Eddie would look his way, now he was doing his best to suck Richie off and he loved him. He loved him! The angry little man he pined over loved him so much he was stepping out of his comfort zones to make Richie feel good. It wasn’t perfect, but Richie did feel good. He felt good because it was Eddie, desperately battering the head of his cock with his tongue while his hand smeared spit and cum down his shaft.

“Shit, fuck, baby I’m gonna cum.” Richie tensed, refusing to give into the urge to close his eyes and miss even a second.

Eddie didn’t stop, determined to do the same for Richie as he’d done for him. Moments later, Richie was coming across his tongue. It was thick and made Eddie gag a bit and as he pulled off his dick it drippled from his lips. Richie, mesmerized, reached out and wiped at his lips with is thumb. Eddie swallowed the bit that remained in his mouth and wondered how Richie managed to swallow so much without gagging.

Drunk from his orgasm, Richie wrapped his arms around Eddie and pulled him down on top of his chest. He planted kisses to the top of his head, stroking his hand down his back to the curve of his ass. Eddie sighed against him, feeling content for the first time since that morning waking beside Richie. He felt sleepy and wanted to sleep there in Richie’s arms, but he knew it wouldn’t end well if she woke in the morning and found an empty couch.

“I want to stay here.” He said quietly against Richie’s chest. “Forever. Don’t want to go back.”

“Then stay. Stay with me.”

After basking in the afterglow, repeating sweet words to each other, kissing until he lips felt swollen, Eddie finally tore himself away and dressed. Richie followed him to the door clad in only briefs, pressing one last breath stealing kiss to his lips before letting him return down the hall. After he disappeared behind the closed door, Richie close his own and leaned against the cold wood, typing out a text in their group chat.

Sonia woke Monday morning in her son’s bed. He’d been nice enough to change the sheets for her the night before. She wouldn’t have complained but then again, she didn’t know what had transpired on the previous sheets the night before. Had she known, she would have likely taken the entire mattress out back and burned it in the alleyway. Eddie had made up an excuse about her deserving fresh, clean sheets to sleep on. She didn’t fight him on it.

It was 9am. Eddie could be heard moving around somewhere down the hall. Muffled voices drifted through the door. The TV or maybe the radio. She remembered Eddie liked to listen to music when he did homework as a teenager. Though she tried to discourage it, telling him it was a distraction from his studies.

Normally when she came for a visit, she’d smell breakfast already cooking when she got up. As she slipped into her slippers and threw on her robe, there were so smells of eggs, bacon and toast in the room. Odd. Perhaps Eddie wanted to take her out for breakfast again.

When she opened the door, before she could step out into the hallway, someone rushed from the bathroom, a box in their hands. She watched them head into the living room and disappear when they turned. She didn’t see their face; wasn’t sure she knew who it was. Surely a burglar wouldn’t steal toiletries. However, if it was a thief, what of her son who slept on the couch?

She steeled herself, and stomped down the hall, letting whoever was in the apartment know that she was coming. The living room was full of the people Eddie called his friends. They were putting things into boxes, some carrying them out into the hall. Eddie wasn’t there. They each looked at her but didn’t greet her or acknowledge that they saw her.

A clink in the kitchen had her heading that way. Eddie was near the pantry, pulling out boxes and bags and putting them into a box on the floor. That obnoxious boy with the glasses was wrapping coffee mugs in kitchen towels and putting them in another small box. He looked up when he saw her, his eyes growing slightly wide.

“Uh…hey Eds.” He called.

Eddie poked his head out from behind the pantry door and when he saw his mother standing there he merely turned back to Richie and shrugged.

“Leave the plates and bowels. The drinking glasses are mine though.” He instructed, lifting the full box of food onto the counter and folding down the top.

“Eddie, what on Earth is going on?” Sonia demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I’m packing.” He didn’t even look at her.

“Packing? For what?”

“You told me to break up with Richie or you’d stop supporting me. So, I’m moving in with Richie.”

Sonia’s mouth fell open, then closed, then back open much like a fish out of water gasping for breath. Eddie ignored her. It was killing him not to look at her face to see how she was reacting. His heart was beating so fast and he was barely able to control the shaking of his hands. He couldn’t break. Wouldn’t let her know he was still afraid of her, of what she might do. He wasn’t the little boy who might be kept home “sick” from school for a week because he was playing tag on the playground and came home with a scraped knee. He was an adult. A fairly new adult, still figuring things out on his own and making mistakes, but old enough to not be under her control anymore.

Richie, on the other hand, was watching her every move. Daring her to do anything that might hurt Eddie. After another moment of staring with her mouth hanging open, she finally turned on her heel and marched back down the hallway. Eddie let out a little shaky breath, looking to Richie for silent support.

He wasn’t sure what she would do, but a few ideas had run through his head the night before. Taking everything from the boxes and breaking it, calling the police to say she was being robbed or he was being kidnapped, or going completely out of her mind and attacking Richie. Not saying anything and going back to the room was not one he’d planned for. He peeked into the living room at the others. The front door was open, Ben and Mike were out in the hall, boxes in their hands, waiting. Bill, Bev and Stan were in the living room. She was folding a blanket to carry down the hall, Stan was sat in front of the TV, loading DVDs and books into a box. Bill was at the hall closet, an arm full of coats and jackets. They were all looking at Eddie, waiting to see how he would react. Whether or not things were about to get bad. He shrugged and shook his head, indicating he didn’t know what was happening.

Distant thumps could be heard from behind his closed bedroom door. Maybe she was breaking things after all. He didn’t care. Everything he had could be replaced. He just wanted whatever was going to happen to happen so he could be free. Maybe she’d beg. He would say no though. Maybe not a no to seeing her again, but no to staying under her thumb. She might say she was wrong, and he can keep seeing Richie, but he knew better. She’d change her mind later; decide he couldn’t be with him and she would threaten it all over.

How many times in his life had she done the same thing? Giving him false hope just to snag what he wanted out of his reach again. Like the time in eighth grade when the entire grade went to an amusement park before middle school graduation. He’d begged her to let him go, promised to stay off the rides and just play games. She took the permission slip and said she’d think about it, discussed it with him at dinner every night the week leading up and then the day the permission slip was due, told him it was too dangerous and he couldn’t go. She’d known all along she was going to say no but let him believe he had a chance of having fun with the rest of his class anyway. He’d been so upset he’d spent lunch that day hiding in the dugout on the field with Stan and Ben, crying. They’d brought him a t-shirt and some fried food they’d smuggled on the bus. It just wasn’t the same though.

Eddie jumped when the door to his bedroom slammed open, smacking against the wall. Richie abandoned the box he’d been packing and stood in front of Eddie, just in case. Ben and Mike cleared the doorway, joining the others in the living room. A second later, out came Sonia with her bag, angrily putting on her jacket. She looked into the kitchen at Eddie, flames alight in her eyes.

“You think they care about you now, but just you wait. They’ll turn on you and cast you aside. They’ll take everything they can from you until you’re broken and alone and then who will you crawl back to? Me.” She was practically spitting, her hair a mess and getting worse with each jerky movement she made. “No one will ever love you as much as I do, Eddie. No one.”

With that, she turned and stomped to the front door, kicking a box out of her way and disappearing into the hallway. They all stood silent, waiting a heartbeat until they heard the elevator ding. The doors opened and then closed, followed by silence. Ben peeked out into the hall to be sure she was gone.

“Coast is clear.” He smiled.

Everyone visibly deflated and let out a collective sigh. Eddie was a bit in disbelief that it had been so easy. He knew she wouldn’t give up too easily and would most definitely call him every hour for the next few months, but she’d left without much of a fight. He brushed past Richie and headed toward his bedroom to assess any damage. Surprisingly, nothing was broken or missing. The bed was disheveled from sleep and her hastily putting her things together but that was all.

Richie appeared beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You ok?”

Eddie sighed. “Yea. I’m good. Just kind of…shocked. She didn’t even try to force me to go with her.”

“I mean…it was seven against one. She probably figured the odds of success were against her.”

“She’ll just wait until I’m alone then, throw a bag over my head and force me into the car.” Eddie was only half joking. She was more likely to use chloroform.

Richie’s face would have been comical if tension hadn’t been so high just moments before. “Alright, so what you’re saying is, we can’t leave you alone for even a second.”

“What are you going to do, surround me like the secret service?” Eddie grinned, then upon seeing Richie’s own smile, immediately followed with, “no, no. That was a joke. Do not do that.”

“Sorry Eds, but you know you shouldn’t put these ideas into my head. Whatever happens now is out of my hands.”

Eddie was ready to pummel him when Mike appeared at the end of the hall. “Hey, we’ve got everything you said from the living room, closet and bathroom packed up. Should we just run it down the hall?”

“Yea, thanks Mikey.” Richie said, handing him his apartment keys from his pocket. “Just start piling things up in the living room.”

“Got it.” Mike took the keys and a second later his voice was heard in the living room telling the others what to do.

Richie turned back to Eddie. “Wanna start on the bedroom now?”

Eddie looked back into his room. “Yea, but…are you sure there’s room for me? I don’t want to impose.”

“There is more than enough room for you. Besides, I’ve been meaning to go through and get rid of some things. They can complete their life cycle with me, back at the thrift shop for the next broke guy with no taste.” He grinned when Eddie laughed. “If it gets too cramped we can start looking for a bigger place, ok?”

“Ok.”

Eddie looked toward the living room, his smile falling away and his eyebrows furrowing together. “What are you thinking?” Richie asked, reaching out to smooth the line between his eyebrows with his thumb.

“I’m wondering if she’ll notice if we steal the couch.” Eddie said, looking back to Richie.

Richie put a hand to his chest, mouth falling open in mock offence. “Are you saying that you’re too good for my beanbags now? I thought you liked them.”

“I do, the beanbags stay, I’m saying I want something to sit on sometimes that doesn’t hold onto my ass and refuse to let go.”

“Now you’re too good for my lap too?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, but the smile was too obvious to hide. “Shut up and help me pack, asshole.”

Several hours later when everything was safely down the hall in Richie’s apartment, Eddie did one more walk through to make sure they didn’t forget anything. They treated their friends to pizza and beer before seeing them off for the night. Eddie flopped down on one of the beanbags feeling drained. It had taken longer than he’d expected to get everything together. Richie was insistent on getting rid of a bunch of his stuff, a plan for the following weekend when they’d both have free time again. They both had a week of classes, work and job hunting ahead of them.

Eddie dragged one of the beanbags over next to Eddie and sat, handing him a newly opened bottle of beer. He mumbled a thanks as he took it. It didn’t feel real yet. He’d spent nights at Richie’s before and that’s all this felt like. Another night at his boyfriend’s place…surrounded by boxes of his belongings. Belongings that would have to stay in boxes until they could find space for everything. Perishable foods were the only things to be put away before exhaustion took over.

“How are you feeling?” Richie asked, grateful for their friends but also glad to finally have a moment of peace with just Eddie.

“Tired, anxious. I don’t want to go to class tomorrow. I’ve never skipped it but…I don’t know, maybe I need a day.” He sighed.

“So, take a day. The last two days have been stressful. If you need a day to sleep and recover mentally then take it. Unfortunately, I can’t blow off work, but I’ll skip my class too and come home. Maybe bring lunch and some coffee?”

“Well, I’ll feel bad if I’m the reason you skip but that does sound nice.” Eddie said, leaning over and resting his head against Richie’s shoulder. Richie’s arm came up around his back, landing softly on top of Eddie’s head and slowly stroking down to his neck. “Bring me some baked goods too?” He asked.

“Absolutely. We’ve got way more than we could ever sell right now so I’ll bring home a bucket full. We can sit on the beanbags, watch dumb movies and get fat all afternoon and evening.”

“Sounds perfect.” Eddie hummed.

After they finished off their drinks they cleaned up the remaining mess from dinner and collapsed into bed, shucking off jeans in the process. They’d ended up deciding the steal the mattress after all. Ben had helped Richie switch them out, carrying the old one down to the dumpster. Eddie didn’t even mind Richie’s mismatched sheets because it smelled of him, though having the real thing next to him was so much better. With the lights flipped off, the only noise from the busy street beyond the window and Penny moving about her home, things were peaceful. Richie wrapped Eddie up in his arms, pulling the blanket up over their shoulders to prevent the cold from seeping in and they slept.

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justsmilestuffhappens · 5 years ago

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Marry and be merry ³

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It was only a few days before the wedding. Maddie had to fight with Gisela, Eddie's eldest sister, but they managed to stop butting heads when Isabel asked how things were coming along for her only grandsons second wedding. She hadn't been able to make the first impromptu one before with Shannon and still felt bad about it.

The two women decided then to put aside their differences of what colors were best and food choices that'd agree with everyone.

With that settled all that was left was for a new tux for Eddie since Bobby had already gotten ordained and they started their paperwork.

"Should I be here?" Buck asked while standing next to the mirror.

"You don't want to be?" Eddie asked.

"No. I do. It's just, isn't it bad luck to see you before our wedding day?" Buck asked.

"Buck, that applies to like the day of the wedding and don't you want a say in what I put on and you help me take off?" Eddie raised his eyebrow.

"In that case. No waist thingy those are weird and would grey bring out your eyes or black?" Buck asked while looking at the one Eddie had on.

"I like the grey."

"Good. Do we still do that old new borrowed blue shtick?" Buck thought about what they could use.

"Our rings are already old. Could you swap cufflinks with Bobby or Chim that day?" Eddie asked.

"We've going through with it then?" Buck asked with a smile. "Yeah. I'm sure they won't say no."

"You're eyes are blue. So we just need something new."

"Your suit's still new." Buck looking Eddie up and down. "And it's- good" he gulped as the associate came towards them.

"Are you both okay?"

"We like this one. We're done." Eddie said knowing buck was staring at his ass probably.

Buck looked in the mirror as he adjusted his tie. It was already straight but he needed something to do to keep him busy.

"You okay Buck?" Hen asked.

"Buck we know you're nervous but it's going to be fine." Maddie said while buck looked at his shoes.

"What if I mess up my vows?"

"You memorized them. We're all gonna be there, just look at us." Hen soothed him.

"Buck you're gonna-" a phone beeped it was maddie's. "Oh. Umm, aunt debbie was able to get a hold of mom. Buck she's-"

"She's here!?" Buck asked.

A knock on the door drew their eyes.

"Oh evan."

"You came?" Buck's mouth stayed open.

His mother all 5'7 of her stood there in a green dress.

"You look so handsome. Are you ready so I can hand you off?" She smiled.

"We're not doing that. Even if we were it'd be maddie who would. Where's Dave?" Buck corrected her.

"We're on a break again. But you know how those go." She laughed but it was hallow.

"I'm glad you could make it but we just wanted it to be simple and quick. Did you and him keep that letter from Gramm's?"

"What letter?"

"The one about the money she was gonna leave me. That I was never told about. Which I could use right now. That lead me to finally realizing what I had right in front of me."

"Evan. I never got a letter like that. You have to believe me." Ada Buckley said.

"Then it was him. He probably thought it was nothing and trashed it or he knew but either way it was him. Look mom. I'll always love you but maddie was more of a parent to me than you. I'm sorry."

Ada looked hurt but didn't correct buck. They knew what he'd said was true. Even if she'd never meant to hurt her kids like that.

"I'll just. I'll go find, debbie. I hope this wedding is wonderful, like you deserve." With that she left with a sad smile.

Maddie moved to hug him.

"I'll go tell them it'll be a few minutes but your ready. Remember buck, your family's here for you." Hen said patting his arm before going to join the others.

After a few minutes maddie came out with buck drawing everyone's attention.

Christopher was sitting between abuela and pepa at the front as the others sat with their families except Bobby. Maddie joined Chim as buck took to the alter.

Bobby began the ceremony as Eddie quietly mouthed "are you okay."

Buck replied with a nod "I am now."

"Now, Eddie it's your turn." Bobby instructed.

"I promise to love you fully with all my heart for this day and forever, to build a better life together than we've already have been. I trust you completely and know you truly care for me and Christopher. I will always have your back and be in your corner Buck, I love you" Eddie saw tears forming in buck's eyes.

"I knew from the first moment I saw you that you were special. At first I saw it as competition but I was wrong. You were looking for a place to belong just like me. I will always love you and Christopher and look forward to each day we spend together. I will always be by your side both at work and at our home. You two make me happy"

Buck smiled and waved his thumb across Eddie's hand where they were linked.

Chim and maddie were both sharing tissues with Karen as hen was barely holding on.

Only Chim and Karen would hear her whisper "Look at you buckaroo" then sniffle with a smile.

Bobby had to wipe his own eyes. "Sorry boys." He cleared his throat.

"No Bobby-" "It's okay cap."

"Now then, if the ring bearer would please step forward,"

Christopher was already up and coming over on his crutches before Bobby finished his sentence. He handed them over with a smile and since they were almost over with the ceremony stayed up like they'd planned between them both.

"Ok then. Eddie and Buck. By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss the groom"

The others cheered and clapped as they kissed before Christopher asked "does everyone have to kiss my dad's?" causing a fit if laughs.

The party hall was already set with the light grey and light blue decorations.

After eating a bit and before they could cut the cake Eddie and buck would have their first dance.

"So, mr. Buckley-Diaz were you as nervous as me during the ceremony?" Buck asked.

"Nope. Mr. Buckley-Diaz I was too busy being excited to call you my husband. But yeah, Chim reminded me to breathe and Bobby said the jitters can come back just like the first time but not to be afraid because my partner will be right there. He was right." Eddie watched as Christopher came over from Eddie's parents table.

"Can we eat the cake now?"

"No Christopher. In a little bit. Wanna dance with me and your dad."

"You mean my dads" he smiled.

"Yeah. I can say that now huh? Do you want to dance with your dad's son? It'll take some getting used to but I like it." Buck knelt down to kiss Christopher's forehead.

Christopher was safely at Athena and Bobby's for the night with harry.

"So. If you're into the old tradition, do we carry each other across the threshold of the house?" Eddie joked as they came in both tired walking slowly on sore feet to the bedroom.

"Right now I don't think you could carry me even with our training. I'm beat Eds."

"Christening our bed will have to wait." Eddie said sitting down to take off his shoes before the rest of his clothes as buck did the same.

Buck woke to Eddie spooning him in the morning light.

"Morning" Eddie said alerting him to his being awake also.

Buck rubbed himself back against Eddie's morning wood.

"You're up for it?" Eddie asked while buck turned around to kiss him.

"I'm always up for it with you. Last night was extenuating circumstances that's all."

"Good, because I'm already thinking of round two." Eddie moved to hold himself up and over buck as he kissed his way down his body.

"I had a dream like this once" Buck mentioned as Eddie came up and started taking off their boxers.

"Really? Was it good?"

"The best. Until I woke up before the end of it."

"Your dreams were trying to give you blue balls?" Eddie asked.

"Apparently. The best part was you talking sexy to me in Spanish, I understood all of it easier than when I'm awake."

"Oh really? Well that can be arranged mí corazón,"

Buck's smile grew wider.

Eddie was getting water and a snack, of the literal kind, when he heard noise at the front door.

He checked the peephole to see the maillady walking away. On a whim he opened the door to quickly grab everything before anyone looked.

The second letter from the top said urgent as they scattered on the table.

Buck came over in only his boxers as well. "You okay?"

"The mail just came in. Something for you." Eddie said handing it over.

"I just changed my mailing address a few days ago, that was quick." Buck ripped it open.

Eddie drank as buck read.

"Holy shit!"

"What's wrong?"

"It's about my medical bills." Buck said reading it more. "They charged me more than they were supposed to and it was shown wrong on the billing. 'As the mistake was at no fault to you we have waved fees for lateness and will take away an additional ten percent for the inconvenience also.' Eddie looked at buck crying.

"Babe?"

"I- this is a big relief. I thought it was too much but medical stuff can be pricey. I didn't want to ask you for anything either, Gramm's money was my last chance but now it's more than enough." Buck smiled at Eddie.

"But I would have helped for the record, marriage or not. So would the others for what cost was left or if the wedding didn't work out for your inheritance thing. On another note I'd say this calls for celebration cariño." Eddie took the letter and put it down before buck pulled him into a kiss.

"I'll get the whipped cream." Buck raised his eyebrow.

"I like the way you're thinking. We should still have time after for food and a shower before we pick up Christopher." Eddie let buck lead him by the hand.

"Good. Because I know Bobby will expect us to be professional at work. We better get as much in, or out, as we can now." Buck winked.

"Like I'd let you talk me into doing anything at work." Eddie sounded offended.

Buck pulled out his pretty blues and pouted.

"Maybe you're right." Eddie laughed.

Buck closed the door with his foot as he and Eddie didn't separate on the way to the bed.

#buddie #buck Buckley #Eddie Diaz #911 #evan Buckley #evan buck buckley #nine one one #tags #thats it i feel like i can't write sex now but they're totes boning more before getting Christopher and telling everyone the other Good new #marry and be merry #nice stuff for writers #nice stuff from writers #solo mio #my writing #ficlet #fic #long

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lu-undy · 5 years ago

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Hi❤️One of Spy's biggest secrets is that..he *loves*hoodies. He discovered this when he saw Sniper being super comfy in his hoodie. Spy felt curious about what was so good about casual clothing so he stole Snipers hoodie. After trying it on, Spy felt like he was hugging a cloud, and so he never gave it back. Because Sniper was bigger than him, the hoodie was a little big on Spy, but that only made it even more comfy.No one knows about it until one day Sniper discovers it and he's: o//w//o Spoih?

Alright! Here it is! That one was quie easy and very lovely, thanks for the idea!

That evening, Spy had invited Sniper over for "a quiet moment". The Australian had learnt that for his friend, that meant that he would listen to music or, very rarely, watch the television in his room with a glass of whatever beverage his mind had set to, and a cigarette.

Those evenings they shared were now a habit. Spy hardly needed to say more to his friend than a simple "tonight?", and Sniper would nod in approval. As of late, the Frenchman had even dropped the word altogether and would look at his friend sat opposite him for dinner and nod his head in the direction of his suite, or even just move his eyebrows.

Sniper knocked on the door.

"Come in."

He pushed the door and entered.

"Hey, Spook."

"Good evening, Sniper, come take a seat and pray excuse me, the tea will be ready in an instant."

"Sure."

The Australian sat on the sofa and within a minute, Spy appeared holding a tray with the promised hot beverage.

"Here, a cup of tea shouldn't hurt in this cold, hm?"

"Yeah, you're right."

The Frenchman sat down and poured the tea from the kettle into two mugs. He smiled.

"Why're you smiling?"

"Look at you, Sniper. I know you don't like it when I make jokes about your native country but you are definitely looking for it."

The Australian looked at himself and frowned.

"What d'you mean?"

"You are sitting down with your hands in the large front pocket of your hooded jumper. You are the spitting image of a kangaroo…"

"It's called a hoodie, and what d'you want me to wear? 's too cold now… Yer cup of tea will help though, my hands are freezin'!"

Sniper removed his hands from his hoodie's pocket and held the mug.

"Ooh yeah, that's nice."

"Isn't your van heated?" Spy asked.

"Y-yeah, it is. But the cold is really too much, especially durin' the night."

Both men took a sip. The heat slowly diffused from their core out.

"I have this sofa if you feel like the cold is unbearable. You can sleep here, I would not mind."

Sniper raised his eyes to his friend. He thought he would see a devil's smirk, mocking him for the predicament he finds himself in every night. But none of that flashed on the Frenchman's face. He was being sincere…?

"Really?"

"Of course. I don't want you to freeze to death. What would we do without the best marksman in the world…?"

Sniper's face radiated with a smile.

"Oh, well, thanks Spook, but I don't want to impose myself on ya."

"You are not. What's more, I am the one offering this to you, if I was against it, I wouldn't suggest the idea."

"Thanks, mate."

"My pleasure… Cold kangaroo…!"

"Oi! You're just jealous cause I'm all cosy and warm here while yer freezin' in yer shirt."

"Non!" Spy grabbed the cover that was on the sofa's back. It looked very soft, its dark red colour shone under the flames of the fireplace. "Come and try this."

The Frenchman unfolded it and opened it wide behind his back. He held it open on his left, inviting Sniper to join him.

"W-what?"

"Come on. I won't hold it all day. Come and wrap it around yourself."

"Alroight…"

Sniper slid closer to his friend on the sofa and let him cover his shoulders with the blanket.

"Can't feel a bloody difference."

"Patience! Don't you know heat takes time to diffuse?"

"Well, I'd be better with just my hoodie."

"Sniper…"

"Alroight, alroight."

They took a few sips and the Australian felt the tea warm him up. But more than that, he was sitting close to his friend, under the same blanket. His shoulders sank and he relaxed.

"So, what do you say?" Spy asked.

"Whot?"

"You can even have this blanket if you insist."

They looked at each other. Spy was smiling to his friend.

"It wouldn't be a bad thing to have some company, especially during winter."

"Yeah, and not freeze in the night would be good. Well, if that's ok with you, I'll grab a few things and I'll come back here."

"If you are looking for some pyjamas, I can lend you some."

"Oh uh, nah, c'mon. I'll go get my things. Give me a minute."

Sniper went to the door.

"Bushman?"

"Hm?"

"I'll leave the door open, enter directly."

"Oh, ok, thanks."

After a smile and a short nod, the Australian disappeared. A few moments later, he came in Spy's suite again.

"Spook? I'm back."

The Frenchman exited his bedroom.

"Oh, already ready to sleep eh?" Sniper said, seeing his colleague in his pyjamas and dressing gown.

"I like the comfort of night clothes after a day wearing a suit."

"You'd almost sound human…" Sniper answered sarcastically.

"Says the kangaroo with his hood on his head."

"Touchey."

The Frenchman chuckled.

"What?" Sniper sat on the sofa. He noticed that Spy had spread a large cloth on it, like a bed sheet and he had given him a few pillows.

"It's touché, not touchey, Bushman."

"Can't hear any bloody difference."

"And yet there is one. But I won't bother you longer, Sniper. Have a good night."

"Don't worry, I will. It's nice and warm here. Uh, Spook?"

"Oui?"

"Thanks again for all this."

"Don't mention it."

Each man was is his bed and yet, their minds were on the other. Beyond that door, was he sleeping already? Would the Australian stay the entire winter on the sofa? Would the Frenchman bear him? They both fell in the spiral of questions that echoed in the walls of their minds and ended up falling asleep faster than they thought they would.

Sniper blinked a few times.

What the…? Oh yeah, Spook's room.

It took him a few seconds to realise that he was in the Frenchman's quarters.

"Hm?"

A smell tickled his nostrils, and his ears pricked up. Something was sizzling in the Frenchman's kitchen next door. Sniper quickly popped to the bathroom and when he exited, he arranged the sofa back to the state it was in before all that. He then turned to take his hoodie that he had left on the armchair the day before.

Where the hell is it…? Bah, I'll find it later.

Sniper headed to the kitchen and slowly opened the door. Spy was cooking and giving his back to him. The table was laid with coffee, toasts, butter and honey. But the Australian's eyes were riveted on his host.

"Oi! Ya French kangaroo!"

Spy got startled and almost dropped the wooden spoon from his hand.

"Bushman! You scared me!"

"And look who's wearin' my hoodie now, eh?"

"Ah, uh, well…"

Sniper closed the door and got closer to his friend.

"Ya like it?"

"What?" Spy was blushing still.

"My hoodie. I don't mind if you wear it." Sniper looked over Spy's shoulder to see what was cooking in the pan. "What's that?"

"A-an omelette. I thought you might like it."

"Smells amazin'."

Like your hoodie. The Frenchman thought.

The truth was that he wanted to try it on and see for himself. But Spy hadn't anticipated that the hoodie could be so satisfying to wear. It was warm indeed and quite light. It was a bit too large for the Frenchman and Sniper clearly saw it especially where his shoulders were but it made Spy only more endearing. The Frenchman revelled in the softness and warmth. Yet there was something else. The fact that Sniper had been wearing it, his cologne, his scent…

The Australian had remained behind Spy, watching him cook.

"Do you want it back?" The Frenchman asked.

"Nah, my hands are a bit cold but apart from that, I'm fine."

"Put them in the pocket."

"W-what? But y-"

"Go on." Spy insisted and Sniper did as he was told.

"Oh… Uh, thanks, eh…"

"My pleasure."

Spy put the wooden spoon aside and slid his hands in the hoodie's pocket. Sniper thought he would burst out of blush when he felt Spy's hands on his. Both their hearts were racing.

"Sniper?"

"Y-yeah?" The Australian was still red in the face, his ears were hot.

"I like your hoodie."

The tall man got closer to his friend and rested his chin on Spy's shoulder. Hugging. He was hugging the man from behind. His heart swelled inside.

"I like it when you wear it too. Suits ya."

In the secret of the hoodie's pocket, fingers were laced and hands were held and stroked.

Spy had turned off the stove a long time ago but nothing in the world would make him break the moment. He appreciated it too dearly. Both of them did.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy

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moody-blues-requiem · 5 years ago

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I’d like to request a dubcon/noncon scenario/headcanon (you pick) where Mista interrogates a scared female mafia member and then has rough sex with her to make her confess the information he needs

Ok I took this prompt more as inspiration, and kind of put my own spin on things. Reader and Mista are dating, it’s written more dubcon-y at first but by the end it’s clearly consensual (I like my consent). Also reader is more sassy than scared. I hope that’s ok I was just having fun and things went a little wild, lmao.

n/s/f/w under the cut, warnings for dirty talk, light slurs (slut. It’s slut.), and a lil physical violence but all in the name of some good ol’ interrogation sex.

Happy birthday, Mista.

“I told you, you got the wrong girl. I don’t know nothin’.”

You were handcuffed, wrists shackled together with your arms crossed behind a stiff wooden chair in Mista’s little apartment workspace. Not that it was ever actually used for any kind of work, more often than not it was just spare storage. But it had a sturdy wooden desk, a little lamp, the chair you currently found yourself bound to, and not a single window. After you’d brought up the idea of a little mafia-style roughhousing, Mista had taken to calling it the “interrogation room”. And true to its’ name, Mista had you tied up for nearly an hour now, hurling question after question at you, demanding you tell him everything. If he wasn’t your boyfriend, you’d be shaking in your boots by now. On the few occasions Bruno’s team had been handed interrogation jobs, it was no wonder they always sent Mista.

An open palm slapped across your cheek, making your head spin. In a single swift motion you were pulled up off of the chair (oh, how strong Mista was, and for just a brief moment you felt your cheek graze across his exposed abdomen, his muscles flexing–) and thrown onto the desk in front of you, sending the lamp crashing to the floor in the process. A strong hand gripped your neck, pinning you securely to the desk. You could wiggle a little, but not enough to even shake Mista’s grasp.

“This is your last chance to speak up, puttana.”

You turned your head as best you could, making eye contact with the handsome gunslinger. Already a couple stray hairs were matted to his forehead with sweat, and you could feel his cock twitch in his pants when it pressed up against your thigh.

You spat onto the desk. “Get fucked.”

“Oh, you’re about to.”

Your body hit the desk with a hollow thud, nearly knocking the wind from your lungs as Mista flipped you over onto your back. Firm hands grabbed your breasts, squeezing too hard and fast for comfort– but to you, that was all part of the appeal. You thrashed as he pinched your nipples, twisting the bar piercings you’d surprised him with on his last birthday.

Your facade cracked a little when Mista reached for his belt, undoing the leather, button, zipper– you couldn’t hold back a little whine.

“Oh? Don’t think I didn’t hear that,” he said with a devilish smirk. “You’ve been chained up here all night, quiet as a mouse, and now you start making noise?” He brushed a hand over the very visible tent in his skin-tight pants. “What a cock-slut you are…”

You thrashed, but Mista only laughed as he pinned you down, pressing his forearm down on your chest. “Say it. Say you’re a cock slut.”

“Fuck you.”

Another harsh slap, this time to your other cheek. “Again.”

Another fuck you, another slap. You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter.

“I….” you started, breath catching in your throat. “I’m your cock slut.”

Your choice of words had Mista howling, in a flash his thick member was out, one of his hands pumping the shaft, while the other made short work of your pants. You squeaked when the thick, blunt head of his dick pressed down on your panties, right over the large wet spot you had made.

“Promise me you’ll talk, and this will go a lot faster.”

“But I want you to last…” you replied, smirking. Mista snorted at your half-joke. “I can wait all night, I don’t have to fuck you. We can just stay here until you break.”

He rubbed his tip up and down your folds, pressing down extra when he reached your clit. It only took a few swipes of his cock before you agreed.

“Alright, alright, please just fuck me…”

“You’ll talk?”

“After we’re finished.”

“Everything I want to know. Every question.”

You whimpered as his tip rubbed again at your clit. “Yes! Whatever you want, just fuck me!”

A loud moan was torn from your throat as Mista pulled aside your panties and stuffed his cock inside of you in one quick thrust. He took a moment to savor the velvety heat of your pussy before thrusting, hard and fast, shaking the desk until you thought it might snap beneath you. You thrashed, hands still bound, trying to meet his thrusts until Mista’s large hands grabbed your hipbones like handles, pinning you securely to the table. You knew that would bruise tomorrow.

As he got closer to his end Mista bent over, panting, leaning his head on your shoulder. You could feel the sweat on his brow against your skin, but truth be told, you found it a little hot, how worked up he was. Leaning in you licked a stripe up his neck and to his ear, nibbling his earlobe before leaning into whisper.

“Cum in me, Guido. Fill me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, a few more thrusts and his cock was twitching hard, coating your walls in hot white cum. He buried his face further into the crook of your neck, groaning against your skin as he finished. The way his cock filled you, rubbing deliciously against your folds had you teetering on your own edge, one that was happily broken by Mista’s thick fingers snaking between your sweaty bodies and running circles around your clit until you finished with him.

After pulling out he flopped down on the desk next to you, nuzzling again into the crook of your shoulder. “Gonna tell me everything now, amore?”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, I’ll spill. I hid your birthday present in the bathroom hamper, under the towels.”

His eyes lit up. “Babe, really? I’d never look there, that’s so good!”

You could only laugh, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on his lips, but you were met with air– Mista was already up and headed for the door, ready to go retrieve his gift.

“Uh, babe?” you asked, shaking your cuffed hands. “Forgetting something?”

“Ah, yeah, well…” Mista looked away sheepishly. “I was planning on having seconds….”

You rolled your eyes. Who were you to deny Mista, especially on his birthday, ESPECIALLY after he’d just fucked you so good?

“Alright, go get your present, but bring it back in here!”

Before you could finish your sentence he was already through the door, dick still hanging out of his pants, running to go find his gift.

#guido mista #jojo's bizarre adventure #vento aureo #golden wind #jjba mista #n/s/f/w #my writing #va #anon #dubcon

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judehayward · 4 years ago

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lady gaga voice slowly fadin in: ju-Das juda-ah-ah… this depressed goblin bastard is honestly my fav male muse like i dnt typically stick w male muses tht long i struggle bt................. i’ve played him the longest of them all n always seem to return to him. jst cnt stay away. way 2 attached to this absurd little man. it’s nai btw!!!! (josefine on the main). launches right in to jude’s intro without further adieu..... (u can also find his playlist here) 🧙‍🎨

「douglas booth & cis-male」⇾ hayward , jude, the senior radcliffe student’s records show that he is a pisces and 23 years old. he is studying ART, living in moris and can be protective, laidback, nonsensical & apathetic. when i see him i am reminded of wearing a faded smiley face sticker on your forehead while receiving a serious lecture, saying “fuck off” to inanimate objects, lead marbles instead of eyes. ⇽「nai & 23 & gmt & she/her.」

he pinterest:

me in the voice of a card magician performing on the street: round up round up pick a pinterest any pinterest!

ta-da it’s aesthetics:

lead marbles instead of eyes, a stolen hearse careening down the wrong lane, wearing a faded smiley face sticker on your forehead while receiving a serious lecture, bags under the eyes that are so big they could pack enough clothes for a three week vacation, a cigarette wobbling from your bottom lip as you squint against the sunlight, passing out on a stranger’s rooftop, placing sunglasses over the eyes of a biology lab skeleton, gangling around the place like shaggy minus his scooby snacks, saying “fuck off” to inanimate objects

about tha Bitch:

born in sheffield in england, bt they went back and forth between there n san fran a lot

jude was an unhappy accident. his parents never rly used protection bc they were super Liberal n Au Naturel n believed in the pull out method bc… they were maniacs. bt then the ONE time they used a condom in an effort to b safety conscious it broke n hence…. jude was born

they just kind of ran w it bc they had such a passionate relationship tht they were like What The Hell…. may as well! itll be fine we’ll learn to be good parents n love him like normal ppl do

spoiler alert: tht didn’t work out

they were ok to him like they weren’t fully Bad bt they just found him to be a massive burden n hindrance to their plans. pretty absent n irresponsible. they literally….. had sex all day every day n acted like a pair of teenagers. it ws a super weird environment for a kid to grow up in bc he literally had no role models or… guidance or…. anything rly. occasionally they’d joke around w him or pretend they properly knew what grade he was going into but for the most part they just Didn’t Care the way parents shd. they lost his birth certificate n dnt remember what they put as his middle name so he’s jst kind of like hmmmm............. n gives himself a diff one every time ppl ask. past variations hv included: jude pauly hayward, jude maureen hayward, jude van winkle hayward. says all of these w a very straight face

despite this he does hv some nice memories w them. usually he definitely sees them fr holidays. frm being rly young their christmas tradition hs been to get a bunch of chinese food like a Banquet Feast n spend all day smoking n drinking into the early hours. perhaps not the healthiest or most responsible bt 😔 jude rly likes it it’s kind of the one time of yr he feels he has a proper family

they r both suuuuper into the arts. rly good sculptors bt they paint too n they actually own a successful gallery in sheffield n san fran

(trauma tw) as a result he grew up around a lot of creative n sometimes pretentious ppl. the friends of his parents were more present in his life than his ACTUAL parents bc they were always jetting off to diff countries to scout out new pieces fr their galleries n just have a gd time in beautiful places without…. the annoyance tht ws being responsible n looking after someone. tbh some of his parents friends were rly damaging too bt….i won’t go into that just yet. it doesn’t rly…need properly explaining bc jude never talks abt it anyway n it….is rather triggering so i’ll jst….leav it for now tbh. basically they just were Not Nice n jude had a lot of bad memories he keeps repressed bt he also??? has some gd ones..... it was a strange environment bt he’s a survivor

(death n grief tw) he hd to do community service bc he kind of… hd a bit of a breakdown before the funeral of his elderly neighbour who bsically raised him bc her kids rly didnt care abt her they jst wanted her inheritance?? so he… stole the hearse w her casket still in it n ws jst like… drivin around the place sort of… tryin nt to cry…..KJJFHSFKJGHKFG i mean. it isnt funny its actually sad bt :/ in a very bizarre n jude way. he gt caught n taken in fr questioning bt her son kind of realised hw… broken up abt her death jude ws n had a heart n didnt press charges. regardless he stil hd to do community service bc it ws like taken seriously even tho it ws his first proper offence. doin it rly exhausted n depressed him so when he wsnt doin tht he ws just hibernatin in his room……. this ws like 4 months ago nw............ just some fun lore fr u all

bc of how he ws raised he has a p cultured taste. he luvs classic lit n p much anything artsy. he can play piano 2 n sometimes gets rly high n thinks he’s mozart level gd at composing he’s jst going fking wild on the keys in a trance...... i mean he’s gd bt… chill

he’s rly sarcastic n so deadpan like he’ll say smthn completely ridiculous bt he’ll say it w his whole chest so sincere.... it’s rly hard to tell when he’s joking or serious honestly. has an overflowing secret sketchbook n if he cares abt someone he’ll probably secretly draw them. does NOT share these drawings w the person he hates being openly sentimental. at heart he is jst a very Sad Boy w lots of repressed issues like depression genuinely just does NAT giv him a single break bt he plasters over this w wise cracks n never discusses his emotions ever. he’s actually p decent or at least tries to b. he’s kind of like tht bit in superbad where michael cera gets rly drunk n makes a toast to women like tht energy...........

he has rly bad insomnia so he like never sleeps idk how he’s Alive straight up. please go to bed sir............. he always has rly sleepy eyes n rubs them tiredly mid conversation. he smokes a lot of weed to try n compensate fr this n make him tired bt he still struggles a lot

ANYWAY that aside he’s at radcliffe doing art, focusing on fine art like painting is............... the thing he luvs most...... his style is kind of.......... taking normal things n painting w surreal colours.... he likes A LOT of colour in his paintings which is kind of a stark contrast to his personality bc his world’s so.... washed out n grey............ lovs art n philosophy n literature n photography n music....

ummMMMMmm honestly idk i’m blankin on what else to say. ull find him smoking weed reading an american classic or gnawing at his thumbnail n getting charcoal smudges on all his clothes. wandering the streets in plaid pj bottoms n dr martens eating frm a cereal box without care in the world. he’s p broody n scruffy n he’s mostly here fr a laidback time....... doesn’t rly like when ppl take themselves too seriously........ likes strange ppl thinks the world is mde richer by them n likes when ppl can jst bounce back jokes at him without being like erm. u dont make sense mate. bc frankly he can come up w some strange stuff sometimes.............. talking to him cn b like navigating a dark n bendy road without a flashlight.......

(drugs tw) once did shrooms n woke up naked in the woods curled up in a pile of leaves. to this day he recounts this as his werewolf transformation. hs no idea hw he ended up there n when ppl r like are u not. concerned jude. tht is so strange? he jst shrugs like.............. dunno....................... suppose i’m jst a werewolf upon occasion. so casual abt it. jst truly does Not care abt most things at all..... almost to the point tht it’s concerning (sometimes way past the point tht it’s concerning too :/)

this is the desc on an aesthetic i mde of his style once n sums it up well!! ‘additionally: too many pairs of trousers, a hideous amount of white t-shirts all somewhat stained with charcoal, a jumper so thinly knit it almost looks sheer, chipped teale nail varnish, a cream corduroy jacket with a cigarette hole singed onto the cuff, vintage wiry reading glasses he almost never wears, a freshly rolled cigarette behind his ear, a thrifted t-shirt with a warped bart simpson wearing a stethoscope with the caption ‘bard knwos cardiology’ and two crops hacked that way with kitchen scissors that he sometimes wears to paint.‘

EXPERT at rolling spliffs like jst. mkes them so precise n neat....... it’s his super power. his fav thing to smoke frm is banana flavour papers.................... linking 2 this he’s like. bad w emotions bt he does try..... once his friend (maggie) ws sad so he brought her a spliff wrapped in grape flavoured paper bc it’s her fav fruit n jst like. wordlessly gave it to her. it’s the thought tht counts.....

PLOTS!!!!!

plays bass in a band which cld b a fun connection to get together??? i picture the music being like surf rock type like........... mac demarco...... bt he also luvs elliott smith n glass animals n the cure n metronomy n neutral milk hotel n talking heads n radiohead n mazzy star n wolf alice...................... idk jst like.... within tht ballpark i suppose i imagine it being................

mayb ppl he shares classes w?????? i’d like someone tht does a similar course n they hang out tgether when it comes to trips fr the module to museums or exhibits or wtever................ they both stand in front of paintings analysing it rly wrong n saying stuff like hmmmmmmmmm....... i do declare i see a, uh..... large phallus protruding from the centre of this image...... moves something in me.......... n some elderly person looking at it besides them is like Ergh. sickened n disgraced. leaves w a brow severely furrowed

someone he smokes w on the moris rooftop late at night when he cnt sleep??? mayb they’re up n cnt sleep either fr whtever reason n it’s become an unspoken kind of ritual where they always clamber out n find each other there n jst wordlessly keep them company

jude is kind of like. protective almost to a fault sometimes........... mayb some guy he’s punched......................... if they hurt someone he cares abt........... typically it wld hv been a girl he ws kind of like. affected by his first relationship bc she had a bad home situation n ever since jst wnts..... to Protect it’s kind of like an automatic instinct ingrained in him nw 😔 all sounds very noble n well bt sometimes it cn b a bit of an escalation i wnt lie

perhaps a few hook-ups??? jude doesn’t tend to sleep w ppl he rly knows bc he just..... likes it to b an impersonal thing doesn’t like getting attached fr various reasons so mayb they only kno each other via this OR mayb he bent his rules a bit..... cld either work seamlessly or hv added drama if one side hs mre feelings or whtever

currently living in moris w 2 roommates bt i’d love some neighbours perhaps..... mayb someone tht lives directly nxt door to his room n is like ://// bc he plays music loud n weeds always drifting frm his window n mking their room smell if theirs is open too................. or mayb they get on..... mayb there’s a rly mean seagull tht lands on a branch n poos on pedestrians n they both commentate on it frm their windows like david attenborough...... they’re like he’s at it again. they’ve named him n everything

HONESTLY anything if u have an idea hmu i’d love 2 hear it.......... rubs my hands tgether in excitement to plot up a storm w u all

#ruhqintro #depression tw #death tw #grief tw #neglect tw #trauma tw #drugs tw

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warmbeebosoftbeebo · 4 years ago

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wanted to pick your brain to some q’s about this situation. don’t mean to play 20 questions w you but I would rather read an intelligent and thought out answer than listen to the insufferable trolls on twitter.

- do you think this decision has been coming or was it made recently?

- do you think zck was blindsided by the demotion because he had always gotten away with stuff before?

- why do you think z was only was only demoted instead of being fired/terminated?

- will it affect b/sarah’s friendship with kala/z? (maybe not because they were just together for kala’s birthday)

- how difficult do you think the decision/conversation w zck was for b?

- do you think this will weaken b/zck friendship?

- will b ever realize how toxic this friendship is and walk away? or will they always have a friendship in some form?

i think it’s been in the works a while.

i bet he’s surprised that he got consequences.

he’s been b’s friend for 15 years, (a) best friend even for much of that time, and i think he’s one of the guys that b changes who he is around to the point where parts of that become him (the mask, at some point, becomes who you are). i also think b really rebels against being told what to do, as he’s said before, so anything that goes against that mormon upbringing, he runs towards, and zack generally represents the antitheses of it to him (it being forbidden by the church, makes it desirable to him). (the false but omnipresent dichotomy, esp in the states, of religiosity vs hints of the vegas strip as a kid/porn/liberalism, a particular view of sexual and other freedom based in snubbing one’s nose at religion when said view of sex is actually based on/dependent on religion’s vision, paring down and definition of sex is related heavily to this and plays out with b i think eg porn must be good because it’s a fuck you to religion, when really, porn looks as it does precisely because of religion.)

kala, zack, b, and sarah are all friends and that would make things even more awkward if they fired him outright to boot.

there’s been posts on nicole’s, kala’s, etc instagram of them still hanging with him through this summer so... i’m not sure it did. it’s hard because there is a massive rumour mill going around with diff celebs this summer and so i think it reached the point where there’s automatic distrust for anonymous drive-by and delete allegations (which frankly, should be subject to factchecking were possible and not automatically believed if anon shortlived accounts are all/almost all there is). there’s also the massive pileon on b that started about a month after firezackhall/dismisszackhall did, which was mostly taking things out of context, very very implausible sexual assault & harassment allegations, & as things went on, more and more flat out false or made up out of nothing (there’s been several accusations that i have no idea where they come from eg that ggb is about him wanting to “turn” a lesbian straight, him using the word dyke as a slur, forcible rape, regularly exposing his genitals on stage, etc)

with zack, it mostly wasn’t anonymous, but it was still more obscure twitter accounts (eg we don’t know the real life person behind the account even if it is an account that’s been around a while), aside from breezy, dallon, and in recent days, ian (and his sister, two ex girlfriends also said their experiences with zack were unpleasant to him being insulting about ian to sexist/harassing of them). i got the niggling feeling that b’s stream brushed aside b, d and i’s disclosures (focused clearly on fan disclosures/experiences), but that may have been because he’s addressing them privately/in person/one on one.

i think it was really difficult for him. i also think some of the things brought in weren’t... bad and i think muddled the process too (eg him pushing the girl that was running full tilt at b was justified imo and shouldn't have been used to say he should be fired, even how the one where b and zack were mobbed at the airport while b had a panic attack was used... inappropriately?, some of the stuff was just his brusque humor and not bigoted, i thought what he said about taylor swift was ok and not this big predatory “he’s a danger to her how could b let him be in the same room with her” thing, the fact he said that fan drawing wasn’t good but could only get better was fine by me not him being this big meanie).

i also think that second society article from nov 2 was really unethical and gross. and i don’t like zack overall (breezy, zack, ian, some of his tweets eg the drawing saying that girls control males from toddlerhood through our vaginas/vulvas, his use of nonconsensual porn inc screenshotting fans nudes on instagram and turning them into nonconsensual porn by saving them and reposting them/making the wallpaper, calling that poor girl blow job girl not just once, but telling others and calling her it again). but it was a hit piece and really inappropriately used his criminal past of over 20 years ago, including when he was a homeless teenager, most of which were poverty-driven crimes (theft, larceny, break and enter, driving violations, he’s also admitted to drug dealing/consumption, and he also drove/bodyguarded women in escort prostitution, although based on what he said, this wasn’t pimping aka taking a large portion eg 40% plus of their earnings) and not directly violent against others. there is one assault charge that we know of, from over 20 years ago, and we don’t know the context. shameful even of them to use his past like that.i would also like to remind people going after zack for this past and thinking it reveals something dreadful and evil about him that *brendon* used to not only use (hard drugs too), but be the delivery boy for weed, and later deal drugs (eg percocets). (b’s talked about this for years, most recently on twitch, and zack’s discussed his past on kala’s podcast.)

most of what zack’s done and been accused of (as in, while with panic, the sexual harassment, mocking disabled people, sexualized misogny, etc) is within the realm of normalized, widespread male behaviour. finding fault with his behaviour with/treatment of others would mean finding fault with most men and aggregate (average/overall) male behaviour. including in what some of what b has done (some of which is speculative on my part, some of which is known eg violent sex comments, misogynist slurs, online porn consumption).

i don’t know the inner workings of their relationship, and am only going on some hints. what breezy said in that comment months ago (that zack is a bad influence on b, has cost b good friendships) says a lot to me and she liked a post recently where another expressed shock/anger at b still being friends with zack. but i don’t know if i would consider b a victim of zack he does seem to be gaslighting him to a degree, although it also has to do with what i said above about it being in the realm of normal and him being drawn to what zack is and represents (rebelling against shoulds and oughts and mustn’ts... eg swearing is bad according to the parents and church, so all "bad words” must really be good/desirable/said). he’s also got anxiety, depression disorders which play into fears, isolation, plus the covid lockdown of this year which isolates him even further. i do believe the four of them (b, zack, sarah, kala) are living together now with the lockdown? correct me if i’m wrong; i’d have to rewatch lockdown streams.

the fact ian also came out about zack on top of breezy and dallon has me wondering why b was and is such good friends with him. why does he like him so much? i admit, i used to like him a lot of the time in streams even when he was an acquired taste (eg he jokes around a lot, is rarely serious, a lot of sarcasm, being sardonic, deadpan, honesty and not lying but to the point where it can be a little much), some of his twitter but considering what those three alone have said... does he feel that isolated without him? the fact zack is bisexual may also play a role in their friendship (eg he has other nonstraight male friends, esp when he was younger i don’t think b had many straight male friends and had more female friends), but that’s speculative and i don’t think that’d play a big role.

i’m not sure what b has taken in/seen, what he knows from before, what he knows now, what he knows to be true, what people have told him directly and is credible, so i don’t know if this will change things/make him see him in a different light. like what did he know about zack’s dynamic with and treatment of dallon and breezy before? what did he think of it then? what does he know now? what did breezy and dallon tell him at the time? did they tell him anything recently? show him?

#brendon urie #zack hall #speakupbrendonurie #brendonuriespeakup #abuse allegations #abuse disclosures #ian crawford #breezy #dallon weekes

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aj73847 · 5 years ago

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This is an Underfell!Sans and Frisk tickle fic. All characters in this story are portrayed as 18+ and of legal age in the US. Also some foul language. If you have any other concerns don’t be afraid to write me. Also this is my very first tickle fic so don’t be to harsh. I know it’s probably bad compared to others work but I worked hard on this and I’m filled with determination!! Now... ON TO THE FLUFF!! <3

============ Admit It ============

It was a cold winter night at the skelebro house in Snowdin. Papyrus being the second in command in the royal guard had some business to attend to that night, so he would be gone until early the next morning. Which leaves Sans and Frisk home alone.

They were both sitting on the couch facing the tv, with one on each armrest leaving space in between them.

“So, what do ya want to watch?” asked Sans.

“Mhm.. I don’t know. How about MTT Cooking Show?”

A big but short chuckle came from the skeleton

“HA, I’d rather tear at my eye sockets then watch that privileged asshole.”

Frisk stares at him with a blank expression

“Ugh. Well I’m out of ideas. Let’s find something else to do.”

Sans groaned and replied

“There’s nothing else to do.”

“Of course there is! We just have to look around. You don’t have any board games or video games lying around?”

Sans laughed again

“Even if there were something like that, I wouldn’t participate. Childish stuff in my opinion. Let’s keep looking on tv.”

He resumed flipping through channels as Frisk slumped in her chair.

“Childish stuff.” She thought. “How could he say that? There’s so many things he does that are childish. Like his terrible puns. Or his...”

Frisk paused her thoughts and then thought of the perfect thing to do that evening.

She slowly began moving closer to Sans, who wasn’t paying much attention to the world around him, until she was right next to him. She laid her head on his shoulder and hugged his arm, trying to act natural. Sans stopped fiddling with the remote and looked down to see her on him. He began to blush.

“Hey there kiddo. What uhh.... you ok?”

She looked up at him and said

“Yeah I’m fine. I just wanted to ask you something.”

He began to blush a little deeper.

“What’s up?”

“Are you ticklish?”

He froze.

He was incredibly ticklish and only his brother knew of his cursed weakness. Not that they do that anymore. Only as children. But Sans knew he was still ticklish from the numerous times he accidentally tickled himself. But he wasn’t willing to find out just how ticklish he really was.

As he was trying to think of a good answer he didn’t realize he had spaced out.

“Helloooo earth to Sans. I asked you a question.” He came back to the present.

“Huh? Oh o-of course not! Like I said earlier, childish stuff heheh.”

He began to sweat and got very nervous as Frisk put her hand on his chest.

“Mmm, somehow I really don’t believe you.”

She gave an innocent yet devilish smile. He sweat even more. He began to laugh out of nervousness. How was he going to get out of this?

“Listen doll face, I’m telling you I’m not so, just take my word for it or you’re gonna have a bad time. Capiche?” He said defensively.

Frisk processed what he said, then spoke.

“So you ARE ticklish..”

Did he really just give himself away so easily.

Before he had anytime to react, Frisk grabbed him and pinned him on his back, sitting on his waist and putting his hands under her knees, immobilizing him.

If only she hadn’t started training with Papyrus. She was a lot stronger than he remembered.

“HEY WHAT THE HELLhehehe! Quit it!”

He started to giggle but held his composure trying to act as tough as possible as Frisk started prodding his ribs.

“Awww what a cute lil laugh! I always thought your laugh was adorable.”

“G-Get off a mehehe!” He was beginning to break. He was trying so hard not to laugh but he was so incredibly ticklish.

“Hmm I don’t know, this is really fun. Plus you haven’t admitted it yet. I’m not stopping to you admit you’re ticklish.”

“SCREW YOU FRIHEHEHESK!” Little tears were forming in his eyes as he was straining not to laugh.

“Suit yourself. “ and with that she went into full blown tickle attack mode. She started scribbling at his ribs and then his sides, rotating between each spot. Sans went mad.

“AHHHAHAHAHA STAHAahaHA AHAHAHA! FRISKKAHAahahaahehehe.”

“Well well well, would you look at that. The big,bad, tough guy Sans, taken down by a little tickling. Who’d a thunk!”

He struggled to say something but couldn’t. He was laughing too much. And was weakened by the tickles to pull himself from her grasp.

“HAHAHHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAEHEHEHAHA!!”

“Just imagine if all your little friends down at Grillby’s knew you were this ticklish. But don’t worry. It’s safe with me *wink*”

She was enjoying herself way to much. But it was worth it. Sans was always a sourpuss. He needed to lighten up a little. Have a genuine, non shit eating smile.

After about three minutes of tickling she slowed to a stop. He began breathing heavily, aside from the lack of lungs.

“Soooooo, willing to admit to you’re wonderful little weakness?” She said, still on top of him.

“Frisk, please...” He tried to reason but to no avail

“That’s not what I asked so you must want more. I can happily oblige!” As she said that she began to lift up his shirt, exposing his ribs. He started to panic.

“Please Frisk dohohont!!

She began to very lightly trace his ribs, which seemed to be his worst spot she had covered so far. “All I need to hear is those magic wooords.”

“NO! Either gehet off me or *mhph* or there’ll be serious hehehell to p-pay.” He said trying to threaten her with an angry grimace,despite that fact that he was giggling like crazy.

“Hahahahahah *sigh* oh Sans. You’re so cute when you’re angry.” Then she started tickling his ribs at full force.

“AHH AHHHHHAHAHAHA NO NO NO pleASEHEHEEHEHSE AHAHAHAHAH!!!!”

He wriggled and writhed at the feeling of his bones being scratched.

“GAHAHAHAHA FRIHEHEHSK PLEASE STOP IT’S TOHOHO MUCH AHAHA!!

After what seemed like an eternity she finally stopped, giving him a break.

“Wellllll I’m getting kinda bored at this spot. Wanna tell me where else you’re ticklish? Or shall I find out myself.” She said with a grin. “Or you could just admit to being ticklish and we can be done. Easy as pie!”

He thought for a moment. Scanning his options. He hated the idea of admitting because then he’d be her laughing stock all the time. But then it would stop.

“Listen, baby, you don’t wanna hurt your dear ol’ friend Sansy, would ya? Why don’t we find something else to-“

“Shut your trap Sans.”

Sans looked at her in shock. She’s never told anyone to shut up, let alone him.

She put her hands on either side of his head and got inches away from his face.

“I know I’m the nicest person in the underground, but I’ve also learned not be played for a fool. So I guess you really haven’t learned your lesson, have you?”

This whole tickle thing has twisted her mind to be so cruel in the best way possible. Maybe this is her way of letting out her anger.

“So, about those tickle spots.”

He thought about it before giving an answer he was instantly gonna regret...

“Never.”

“Welp. Alrighty then. You asked for it. Let’s see here..” she scanned for her next part when she thought about something unusual.

“How about we try down here first.”

She grabbed at his spine, instantly putting him in hysterics.

“NONONO NOT THEHEHERE NOT THERE HAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHHAHAHA!!”

He laughed and laughed before she stopped abruptly. He put his head back and breathed in and out heavily. What could she possible do next that’s worse than that. He then felt her shift positions. She was now facing his feet. He sweat profusely.

“You know what? Forget about admitting, this is just to much fun! Ohhhh boy do I have a good feeling about this one!” She said happily. He tried to divert her,

“W-well HA jokes on you, my feet aren’t ticklish.”

He really hoped that would work. No shame in hoping.

“Oh.” She began “well if you’re not ticklish there then you wouldn’t mind if I test it then?”

It felt like his SOUL shattered into a million bits.

“Well I-I uhm. Sure!? (Why’d I say that, such an idiot!)”

“Great!”

She began slipping off his slippers and then started tracing little circles on the bottoms of his socked soles. His legs began to twitch and he clenched his sharp teeth.

“Hmm yep... n-not ticklish t-there, hehe”

Then his socks came off. Now he was in trouble.

“Ok, OK listen!! You’ve had you’re fun. Now quieheheht it heheh”

She began running her fingers up and down his soles. Very gentle but affective.

“You know I think you like this. Because if you didn’t truly like it, you would’ve teleported away by now. How cute.”

Shit.

“I-heheh- I dohohnt like it.”

“Mmm I think you dooooo! So embarrassed by your own kink. Come on Sans. I know you like to laugh but this is just silly! I wouldn’t think you were weird if you did like it” she continues to slowly tickle his feet, driving him crazy.

��I DOHOHONT!!”

“Fine. Have it your way. I have a new game. Admit you like to be tickled... OR SUFFER!!”

She began vigorously scrubbing away at his feet. He went insane.

“NOOOOOHOHOHOHOH STHAHAHAHAHAP STAHAHAHAHAP OH MY GAHAHAHAA. STAHAHAHP NOT THEHEHEHERE!!! ANYWHERE BUT THEREHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHHEHEHHAHAHAHA!!!”

She tickled for a couple minutes then stopped and grabbed hold of his big toe.

“Ooh now what do we have hereee!

This little piggy went to market-“

He was so anxious. He hated this fucking game. She continued in a cutesy teasing accent

“This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none, and this little piggy-

She got interrupted by Sans’ pleading.

“Frisk pleahehese. I hahate being tickled!!”

She stopped. She turned around to face him, he saw that her face filled with glee and she stared down at him in aw.

“You admitted it! You finally admitted you’re ticklish.”

He looked at her in complete and udder anger (well maybe embarrassment instead of anger haha).

“Are you FUCKIN KIDDING ME!!! It’s pretty fuckin obvious!” He said, crossing his newly freed arms.

“So are you also going to admit you liked it?”

She chuckled as she saw him shrivel into an embarrassing mess, trying to hide his bright red face.

“n-no, i don’t.”

She laughed

“That doesn’t seems so convincing. Shall we continue?” She went to attack his feet again but he yelled out,

“NO NO NO, OK ok..FINE. It was “fun” I guess. Passed the time anyway.”

She dove into him in a deep hug, practically crushing him. He grunted

“Awww I knew you did! Now we can have some fun when Papy isn’t home hehe.”

He became wide eyed

“No no uh there’s probably some other stuff we could do. Like those board games you were wantin to play..”

She looked at him and trying not to laugh she said,

“Oh shut up Sans ~smooch~”

She had kissed him on the cheek and he became as red as a tomato.

He hugged her back and they both fell asleep together in the couch.

The next morning Papyrus came home to find them passed out. Frisk woke up and saw him there. She whispered as to not wake up Sans,

“Hey Pap, how was your training?

He whispered back,

“BORING. SOME OF THE BULLSHIT THESE MONSTERS PULL TO GET INTO THE GUARD IS RIDICULOUS. HOW WAS YOUR NIGHT WITH SMART ASS?”

Frisk chuckled,

“Oh it was nothing. Sans was laughing for what seemed like hours”

“AT WHAT? I KNOW NOTHING GOOD WAS ON.”

“Well, you guys gotta admit. I’m a pretty funny gal.”

============ Epilogue ============

Thanks so much for reading my fanfic. If you like what I do please send some likes my way and follow me back. It can be hard to think of fun a creative ideas but I manage with the tools that I have available. I’ll be accepting requests but just be aware that I don’t reply to them all and ask that you please forgive me. I’ll get back to as many as possible.

Again thank you for reading,

*hugs and kisses*

-AJ

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call-me-rei · 5 years ago

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Chapter 20

Ok, I'm SO SORRY that I haven't updated in over 3 months and that I'm complete trash. That seems to be the theme of my life (I promised my 1st grade friend that I would come to her birthday party in her class but I was late and by the time I made it down there it was time to go) but here I am, updating it 5:55 AM. Ple love me again but I promise I still love you. Also, can we talk about how much we love the new SWS record? Let's do that!

Anyway, here's this. Much love!

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"You want me here? Well then ask me to stay."

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My breath caught in my throat as I stared at his face ever so slowly inching closer to mine. I'm not even sure I blinked.

"W-wh-what....are you....doing?" I stuttered, nerves apparent.

All Vic did was chuckle. He stared in my eyes as he tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. "That was bothering me so much."

I finally blinked when everything registered. Vic didn't try to kiss me. Vic wasn't thinking about kissing me. I made the whole thing up in my head because of my dumb attraction for him. I'm an idiot.

"You okay, Kells?" he asked. I nodded sheepishly. "I'll go get you some water." I nodded again.

I breathed out a deep sigh once I couldn't see his frame in my line of sight. What was this boy doing to me? When did this crush get to this point? It felt like just yesterday I was annoyed by his mere presence. Now I was left breathless because I thought he was gonna kiss me?

Get a grip, Kellin.

I put my head in my hands and took some deep breaths. My heart was still racing, but somehow I managed to get it under control by the time Vic walked back in.

"You okay, Quinn?"

I looked up at him and nodded. He looked at me quizzically and handed me a bottle of water. "Thanks," I mumbled. I gulped the liquid until I had drunk about two thirds.

"Wow," Vic said. I looked at him. He blushed and shook his head. I couldn't help but smirk at him. "Should we get back to work?" he asked. I nodded.

"Let's do it."

***

Two hours had passed before we decided to take a break. Turns out we had so many ideas that we couldn't stop putting them together. Vic was a great songwriter; he seemed to just write about what was on his mind, yet it all came out so poetically. He was also an amazing guitar player, which I would've never believed since he told me that he can't read music. Melodies just seemed to come from the tunes he was humming and go to his fingers that played them on the strings. It was almost hypnotizing to watch.

I was so caught up in my Vic trance that I hadn't contributed much aside from writing lyrics. I wasn't very upset about it, considering that I love writing lyrics. There's something about putting pen to paper and spilling all the thoughts in your brain on a single page. It's like therapy.

"Hey," Vic called to me. I looked up from my book. "You wanna stay for dinner?" he asked. "It's getting late and my mom's about to start cooking. I can tell her to set an extra place, you know, if you want."

I suppressed the smile that wanted to peek through at his kindness and nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good."

"Cool." He stood up. "I'll be right back." I nodded again and watched as he walked out of the room. With a sigh, I fell back onto Vic's bed and massaged my wrist. I hadn't realized how much writing I'd done until I wasn't writing anymore.

I started to relax into the memory foam mattress as I stared up at the ceiling. It had gotten late, but I didn't need to call home. Mom was working double so she'd be home after midnight, even if she went to work early in the morning. The hospital really needed to do something about these schedules.

"Hey, Vic, can you-" I sat up at the sound of a voice I wasn't too familiar with. "Oh, it's you."

"Yup, I'm me." Mike gave me a funny smirk.

"Where's my brother?"

"He went downstairs to tell your mom I'm staying for dinner."

Mike nodded. "Cool." I nodded back. "So, you guys have been in here the whole time?"

"Yeah...," I said hesitantly. "Why?"

"No reason, just figured you two would've gotten tired of each other way before now." He chuckled. I was going to ask him to explain himself, but he beat me to it. "I remember the first time you came over to work on this project. I could hear you two arguing from downstairs."

I half-cringed, half-chuckled. Flashbacks of that day came to me. I had run out of the house because I thought that Vic knew I was gay.

Not my proudest moment.

"Anyway, I'm glad you guys are finally getting along." I smiled at Mike, a real, genuine smile. Believe it or not, I was also glad Vic and I were getting along. It was refreshing to see a softer side to him.

"What are you guys talking about?" Mike and my eyes shifted to the door where Vic had just begun to walk through.

"Just telling Kellin that you're lucky to be his friend."

Vic looked at his brother quizzically. "That doesn't make any sense."

"You're right, I should be telling you that." Mike shot me a quick wink before turning back to Vic. "Bro, you're lucky Kellin is your friend."

Vic rolled his eyes. "Get out of my room, you giraffe." I suppressed the laugh that so desperately wanted to get out at Vic's comment.

"Yeah, yeah, Quinn, laugh it up," Mike mumbled as he walked out.

"Anyway," Vic started as he made his way back to his desk, "Mom said dinner will be ready in about half an hour." I nodded.

"So, do you wanna keep working in the meantime or what?" I asked.

"Actually, I'd like to finish our conversation from earlier."

I cocked a questioning eyebrow. Vic raised his in response and the events from earlier flooded my mind.

"Oh."

"Is it awkward? I don't mean for it to be, I'm just curious."

"Awkward isn't the word I'd use."

"Then what word?"

I thought about it. "Uncomfortable, I guess."

Vic nodded. "Sure, I get it. Let's go back to the song. You might wanna leave after dinner so let's do what we can before then."

I smiled. "Thanks." Vic nodded. He picked his guitar up and strummed the strings.

"Alright, what do you think about..."

***

Dinner with Vic, Mike, and their mom was great. Not only was the food amazing, but the company wasn't too bad either. Vic and Mike were cracking jokes at the other's expense; their mom and I would just laugh at them silently as we talked. She asked about my family, what my parents did, if I had any siblings. She was a nice lady to talk to.

When we'd finished eating, I went back to Vic's room to collect my things. Since he drove me to his house, he offered to drive me back to mine. He was waiting in the car, so I took my time to make sure I wasn't leaving anything behind. Plus, I had a song in my head that pretty much distracted me from focusing in the first place. I found myself softly singing rather than making sure I was ready to go.

Once my things were packed up and I triple checked the room to make sure I had everything, I headed downstairs.

"It was nice to have dinner with you, Kellin," Vic's mom said.

I smiled warmly at her. "Thanks for letting me stay."

"Of course, anytime. Be safe getting home." She gave me a quick hug and opened the door for me. I thanked her again before walking out the door to Vic's car.

"Finally," he said when I opened the door.

"Shut up," I responded while I put my bag in the backseat.

I heard him chuckle from the front as I closed the back door and sat in my seat.

The ride to my house was almost deafeningly silent, but somehow not awkward. It was as if Vic didn't want to say anything and I was okay with it. The silence was starting to hurt my ears after a while, and I was starting to get bored. I stole glances at the guy next to me to see if I could tell what he was thinking. When I couldn't break through his poker face, I gave up and stared out the window. That pesky song that was in my head a few minutes ago had resurfaced.

I watched the streetlights pass us by as I continued to sing the song from earlier. About a minute passed from when I started that I heard a tapping sound. I fixed my sight on the direction I assumed the noise was coming from. Sure enough, Vic was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

Was he tapping along to my singing? Did he have his own song in his head? How would I be able to answer any of these questions?

I shook the thought from my head, not wanting to do anything to make this ride awkward. I went back to staring out the window and quietly singing. Before I knew it, Vic was pulling into my driveway.

"Thanks for the ride," I said with my hand on the handle.

"Wait." I stared at him in surprise. "That song you were singing...," he hesitated.

"Yeah?"

"You, uh, you...you can sing." I pondered if I should take offense to that. On the surface it sounded like a compliment, but he also sounded skeptical and surprised.

"Thanks?"

"I'm serious," he said with more confidence, "you have a really nice voice." I blushed at his compliment.

"Thank you," I said timidly.

"Maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing if you sang for our song." I smiled. "And maybe I was wrong for saying the shit I said."

"Wow, that almost sounded like an apology."

He rolled his eyes. "Alright, you were too cocky. Get out the car, Quinn."

I chuckled as a I opened the door. "Fine, but you can't take this away from me." Vic chuckled back while I took my bag from the backseat.

"Whatever KQ, have a good night."

"You too." I closed the door and walked up the steps of my porch to the front door. I looked back to see Vic still sitting in the car. I guess I assumed he'd drive away once I walked away.

I gave him a slightly awkward smile and a small wave that he returned. I took my keys from my pocket and unlocked the door.

I looked back again to see if he'd left. To my surprise he hadn't. I was about to text him and ask why he was being so weird before something caught my attention.

I swear I saw Vic bite his lip. I swear I saw a longing look in his eyes. I swear I saw him sigh before he looked to the front and drove away.

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ritacaroline · 5 years ago

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Starshine Ch.16 Jimmy Page Fan Fiction

Sequel to In The Light

Jimmy had left the house early for some recording work at the studio in town. Jill was in the kitchen, waiting for Clare to arrive, chatting with Mrs. K. Jill sat at the breakfast table with her coffee and noticed a business card at her spot at the table. Hmm. It said on it, “Julian Lewis, Trust in Security Inc., London England.”

“Rebecca ? Did you leave this here for me ? This card ?” asked Jill.

“No, hun, it was there when I got here this morning.” she answered.

“Oh. Jimmy must’ve left it. Ok.” said Jill.

Just then, Clare appeared at the back sliding glass doors, in front of her. Rebecca was standing right there and opened the doors. Greetings took place, and Jill told Clare to have a seat. Mrs. K. brought over their two steaming hot breakfast plates and a coffee for Clare. “Oh, how lovely, Mrs. K. ! Thank you ! ” said Clare. Jill also thanked her, and the two really enjoyed their hot food. Jill pushed the business card she’d found over to Clare.

Clare read the card : Where did this come from ?

Jill : I assume that Jimmy left it here on the table for me, this morning. Rebecca knows nothing about it.

Clare : Well, did Julian give you his card at some point ?

Jill : No ! That’s what’s confusing about it. I remember him offering it to me, when we had that discussion that day…but, I don’t remember taking it. And you and I discussed it yesterday afternoon, but Jimmy was in the home studio, couldn’t have heard us. So where ever it came from, how would he know we might be looking for his number ?

Clare : No idea. But since it’s here, let’s put it to good use. Let’s call Julian first, see if there’s any interest, if so, we then speak with Linda about it. Not the other way around. So ?

Jill : Yeah. I see. But, you’re gonna need to be the one who does the calling. It would be awkward if it were me, talking with him about a potential set up.

Clare : Uh huh. I see why. No problem. He was always very sweet. I have no reservations about giving him a call.

After their swim and getting redressed, the two of them drove off in the white Vette, off to some stores and shops in town. Clare wanted to look for some maternity clothes and baby related items. Jill just wanted to get out into town and be with her friend.

Several hours later, the women had gotten quite a bit accomplished during their outing. Clare had several packages in the trunk, or the boot, as they say there, of the car. And they found themselves in town, just a block away from the studio. They thought about calling the studio, before they dropped in on the men. But decided it wasn’t necessary. So, Jill pulled into the open spot in front and they both came walking in quietly. They could hear the drums pounding away in the recording area, then stopping. Then restarting and some talking. It was obvious that it wasn’t a formal take, and there was no red light on at the engineers booth. So they both gently stepped in. Bonz looked up from his kit, and said, “Hey ! There’s my girl !” in a thrilled kind of way, and opened his arms to Clare. She walked directly into his arms and he warmly embraced her, with his arms all around her and a tender smile on his sweet face. They started kissing and stayed like that a minute. One of the sound technicians put his hand on Jill’s shoulder, saying, “ Hi Jilly. Jim’s in the back room, he’ll be glad to see you.” She thanked him and strode over to the back. When she got to the room, she peeked in and knocked softly on the frame of the open door, saying “Candy-gram. Uhh, I mean, Strip-o-gram !” Jim was sitting hunched over a notebook, writing in it with a pen, sipping on coffee. When he looked up, his face lit up with surprise and happiness. He stood right up and stepped immediately to her, and opened his arms. He hugged Jill tightly and kissed her on the mouth numerous times, in joy. “Babe, what a great surprise ! This is so awesome.” he gushed. He gently guided her backwards to the wall and leaned her against it, with his arms around her waist and back and kissed her with enthusiasm.

Jill said, “Oh my goodness, what a reception ! And to think, I was a little worried about dropping in without calling first. After all that drama last week, you never know what you could be walking in on !“ she joked. He totally understood and knew she was kidding, and replied, “Oh right, like every day here is a day of non stop sex at the music studio. I mean, sex lounge. Good thing you weren’t here 20 minutes ago, I was busy in the break room under 2 brunettes. Let me make sure I’m zipped up after that.” he teased her. And simultaneously looked down at his pants and put both hands on his zipper to check for closure. She just shook her head and laughed and rolled her eyes at him. Jim continued, “No, sweetheart, of course I’m kidding. You can drop in on me, any time of any day and I will be ecstatic to see your beautiful face. And I’ll squeeze you and love you. And anything else you’ d like. We’ll just lock the door. There’s no one I’d rather see than you, any time, any day, my darling.“

She embraced him and squeezed him really tight and kissed him all over his face and neck. He adored her attention and rubbed her back and hips as she did. Just then, there was a knock at the open door and a voice began, “I’m not looking. I’m covering my eyes.” said Robert, with one hand over his eyes. As he peeked through and saw Jimmy and Jill kissing and against the wall in a tight embrace. They disengaged and stepped away from each other, to be polite.

Rob said, “Oh wow, I was really just trying to be funny. I didn’t realize that you two might actually require privacy, after all. So, please excuse me !!” he joked. He approached Jill and gave her a little kiss, just next to her mouth. She was glad to see him, and put her hand under his chin and held his jaw in affection for a moment, smiling.

“Glad to see that there’s some molten hot love happening here, for at least someone in our group. Not for me though. I’m starved for affection and have been rejected. Because I can’t behave. Maybe I’ll learn my lesson.” said Rob, with a more serious vibe. Jill looked right at him and made the overdone sad face toward him, in sympathy. Rob put his hand out to her and she held it for a minute, and she squeezed it. She pulled him in against herself and hugged him, with a little right to left rocking motion. He lavished in her comfort, then said, “Oh my God Jimmy, you’re right bloke, you did find a real angel here, when you found Jill ! Not only is she out of the park stunning, but how loving and kind she is, how she cares. And a warm body and heaven sent figure. A real doll. You are fucking lucky as it gets, man.” he exclaimed. Jimmy nodded in agreement.

Jill spoke, “Well, Robert, thank you very very much. And I know you’re trying to compliment me, which I take to heart. And it’s quite appreciated. But- just one thing. As far as Jimmy being lucky to have me. That’s not correct at all. No luck involved at all. When I met him, I didn’t fall for him because he just happened to be sitting there looking pretty. No. There’s plenty of guys who could do that. And I don’t want them. There’s quite a few things about him that won my heart. And I’m not even talking about his talent and creativity. Though that alone is a real reason he deserves admiration. But honestly, what attracted me so much to him was his sensitivity and sincerity. How he spoke to me. Made me feel like I could be myself and not be judged. The kindness in him. His honesty to me. He told me so many things about himself that he didn’t even have to tell me, but he did anyway. Even though he knew they would shine a poor light on him. He still told me. And he treated me with respect and was patient with me, every time we met. Those are some really hard to find qualities and I was astonished to find them in such a gorgeous, sexy man. And also, from what I see, he’s loyal to me, which is a big one. So add it all up and that’s why I’m with him. No luck involved, zero. I know a good guy when I see one. And it’s been a long time since I saw one, other than Jim.”

Jimmy was overwhelmed with Jill’s words and turned a little bit red in the face. He really had never heard Jill speak about him like that before. He actually didn’t even realize that he had behaved so beautifully, in regard to her. He had his hand rubbing across his forehead, back and forth, in a state of light embarrassment and self consciousness. He said, “Wow, I didn’t expect that. Thank you my love, you’re completely amazing to say those things. And truthfully, if I ever heard someone saying that about their lover, I certainly would never believe that it could be about me. Because before I met you, I was the worst thing to happen to any woman I met. Didn’t respect them, treated them like objects for my entertainment. Lied, cheated, tossed them aside when I was no longer interested, cared zero about their feelings. I deserved to be dumped. Yep. I did all that. It was not till I met you that I didn’t care to act that way any longer. I remember exactly when that realization came over me, too. It was within the first couple days that we met. At the NY Hospital. We were standing in the hallway in front of the elevator. And I was observing how many guys were agape at the sight of you and how they were trying for your attention. And I realized how special you were and wondered how I was gonna change my stupid behavior. And the fact that I was willing to, was even new for me. I had to, if I was going to get a chance to be with you. So, basically I’m saying, that all those awesome things you said about me, I never acted like that before with any other woman.”

Rob interrupted, “True. He never has. I’m a witness.”

Jimmy smirked at Rob. Then continued, “ I thought really hard on how I would change myself for the better, to try for you, Jill. Because that’s what you deserve. A gentleman. And it was new for me, but God, it was so worth it. My love.” And he pulled her against himself and kissed her with passion. Appreciating the fact that she had many other choices, yet she chose him. It was a really hot emotional embrace,

one you don‘t see every day. The fact that Rob was standing right there, made no fucking difference. Not at this revealing instant. An honest look at why they fell in love. Rob just stood there in awe. Then he said, “Wow. Love. This is really it. Right here in front of me, real true love. Ahhh, well. I don’t think it’s ever going to happen for me, not anytime soon. I realized too late what I had with Linda. Too fuckin late.”

He stepped out of the room and outdoors for a cigarette. Jimmy and Jill, just looked in each other’s eyes for a few seconds and the feelings were thick between them. There was tingling happening like electric voltage between them. They just touched each others’ hands and felt it. Jill said, she needed to be going. He kissed her and said, “I’ll see you at home, darling. Please be careful driving, I need you in one piece.”

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uas-art · 7 years ago

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Title: The Trials Summary: Everyone had to go through the trials to be part of Craig's gang, Tweek is no exception--no matter how much Craig wants him to be. Ships: Creek Rating: T for language

Craig should have known today was going to end poorly when Clyde spit his milk half way across the lunch table with no provocation. He barely had time to shield his sandwich and brownie with his arms from the projectile dairy. Craig glowered across the table.

"The fuck, dude?" He snapped.

Clyde hacked, earning a few firm pats on the back from Token beside him. After a moment, he lunged halfway across the table and grabbed hold of Craig's shoulders. "Craig! Craig, dude, I just--Tweek, he's part of our gang, right? Or is he still part of Stan's and just dating you?"

Craig opened his mouth then shut it. He wasn't sure. Since they started dating, Tweek had been spending more time with his gang over Stan's or any other clique, but Craig had never actually asked if he wanted to be part of his or not.

"I dunno." Craig brushed Clyde's hands off then leaned back, looking over towards the lunch line. Tweek was chatting with Scott while waiting in the line for milk. Without speaking, Craig stood. He took a few steps away from the table before he paused and turned back again. He grabbed his brownie from his tray. He didn't trust that someone--Clyde--wouldn't try to take it while he was away.

Biting into the brownie, he walked over to the end of the lunch line just as Tweek finished.

"Tweek," he said, waving his hand, cutting off whatever Scott was saying. Crumbs of brownie fell onto his jacket. Scott eyed Craig for a moment then started off towards his normal table.

"Hey, Craig. What's up?" Tweek replied.

Craig put his arm on Tweek's shoulder and gently lead him towards the his table. "Tweek, are you part of my gang?"

"W-what? I-I dunno!" Tweek gripped his tray tighter. Craig squeezed his arm reassuringly.

"I was just wondering. Clyde brought it up. If you want to be part of my gang, you can be."

"Is that--garh--ok? Do the others care? What if one of them secretly hates me?"

"No one could ever hate you, Tweek."

They returned to Craig's lunch table then. Jimmy scooted aside, making room for Tweek. Tweek nodded his thanks and sat down on the edge of the bench. Craig, now awkwardly sandwiched between Jimmy and Tweek, struggled a moment to get his legs back under the table. Once he settled, he slapped the tabletop--as if he didn't already have everyone attention.

"Does any one object to Tweek joining the gang officially?" Craig asked.

"I figured Tweek was al-al-already part of our clique, actually." Jimmy commented. "I don't care either way. I'm always looking for another audience member to practice on!"

From across the table, Token nodded. "I don't. Tweek's cool."

Tweek started to thank Token for the compliment, but Clyde was nearly jumping in his seat and cut Tweek off. "No objections from me! So is Tweek in?"

"How do you know I don't object?" Craig said coolly around a bite of his sandwich.

Tweek jolted beside him, nearly spilling his milk. He turned to Craig with wide eyes. "Gah! Do you? Is it weird to have your boyfriend in your gang? Would I make you uncomfortable? Oh jeez!"

Craig put his hand on Tweek's shoulder. "I'm joking. I'd rather have you in my gang than in Stan's. Those fuckers are dangerous."

Tweek relaxed. "They're not so bad."

"They nearly blew up the Whole Foods last week and flooded the gym the day before. They're dangerous and stupid." Craig cleared his throat and continued. "So, I guess, welcome officially to my gang, Tweek." He swung an arm around Tweek's shoulders and gave him a half hug.

Clyde clapped his hands together excitedly. Craig didn't liked the smile spreading across Clyde's face. Actually, an amused smile seemed to be on both Token and Jimmy's faces, too. Craig furrowed his brow, pulling Tweek closer out of a protective reflex.

"What are you smiling about?" He demanded.

Clyde made a high pitched squealing noise and bounced in his seat. "Tweek has to do The Trials. I can't believe you're making your boyfriend do The Trials!"

"The Trials?" Tweek echoed.

Craig's eyes widen. "No. No. No, no, no, no! Tweek does not have to do that! He can be part of the gang without it."

"All the rest of us had to do it!" Clyde protested. "Just because you're bumping nasties doesn't mean he can get out of it! It's only fair!"

"We are not 'bumping nasties'. We're eleven." Craig snapped. "And I said 'no'. This is my gang. I made it. It's my rules."

"Gathering your friends together to spitefully make a clique after Stan made his doesn't really count as making it, if you ask me. Besides, Clyde has a point." Token tilted his milk towards Clyde. "You made us all do it, and Clyde and I had been your friends since preschool."

"You made me go through it too." Jimmy pointed out. "Besides, I'm s-su-su--I'm positive Tweek can handle it!"

"Handle what?!" Tweek's voice pitched up an octave in panic.

Craig glared around the table. "Nothing."

"The Trials of Friendship." Token replied.

"Oh. Like that screening from when Stan, Kyle, and Cartman needed to replace Kenny for a while." Tweek relaxed a bit. "I can do that. No problem."

"See, Craig? He wants to do it!" Clyde's shit-eating smile seemed to grow even bigger. It took everything Craig had not to reach over the table and try to slap it off his friend's lips. Before he could act on his lessening resolve, Craig felt Tweek press a finger in his side.

"Yeah, Craig, let me do it." Tweek grinned at him. Craig could still see the anxiety behind the smile, but he also saw determination there, too. If there was one thing he had learned from dating Tweek, once Tweek set his mind to something, he wouldn't let it go easily.

With a defeated sigh, Craig dropped his arm from Tweek's shoulders. "Fine, alright, whatever. We'll do it tonight at Token's, since he has the biggest yard."

~~~~~~~

Tweek had been excited at the prospect of being officially part of his boyfriend's gang. He hung out with them before, gone to sleepovers and parties, but he had always felt a little bit like an outsiders there. He was their friend, sure, but he wasn't there because he was their friend. He was there because he was Craig's boyfriend.

This was his chance to change all that! Prove to Token, Clyde, and Jimmy he was just as much a member of their friend group as Craig was!

But that excitement had turned to dread the longer the day went on. What if he failed? Would they make fun of him? Would he be allowed to sit with them at lunch? Would Craig be upset with him? Would Craig have to break up with him? Would he be shunned by all his classmates once word got out what a failure he was!? Would the town kick him out for it?!

At those last string of thoughts, Tweek accidently let out a strangled cry in the middle of their math test. He was sent outside to finish. He tried not to meet Craig's gaze as he passed.

By the time the last bell finally rang, Tweek had ripped off several hangnails, chewed his nails down, and absentmindedly pick off a at a scab on his elbow. The teacher had made him go to the nurse when she noticed, so most of his fingers had bandaid wrapped around the tips.

It was those bandaids that he was trying hard not to nervously fiddle with as he hurried towards Token's house. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, Token's home was only a block or so away from Tweak Bro's. It made for a quick walk after Tweek had hastily finished his chores at the shop. The guard at the gate barely gave him a glance before allowing Tweek in.

Tweek accidently peeled back some of the adhesive on a bright blue bandaid on his pinky finger as he hurried up to the steps. He took a deep breath then pressed the door bell. He shifted his weight from foot to foot.

"Keep it together, Tweek. Keep it together. You told Craig you can do it, so you have to try."

"Yeah, don't sweat it. You'll be fine."

Tweek jumped. He hadn't even noticed Token opening the door. He wondered how much the other had heard. Token flashed him a reassuring smile. He took a step back and ushered Tweek inside. He lead Tweek through the house to the kitchen where everyone was already sitting. Tweek swallowed the lump that formed in his throat, or tried to, anyway. He had to cough into his hand then try again before he finally forced it down.

Craig hopped off the table he was on and hurried over. He put a hand on Tweek's forearm. Tweek leaned into his touch, his nerves calming, for the moment.

"You don't have to do this. We won't make you if you freaks you out that much." Craig offered slowly. He eyed the bandaid on Tweek's hands with a frown.

"No, I-I--gah--I can do it. If everyone else can do it, so can I." Tweek felt his stomach twist. He wanted to take Craig's offer, but he couldn't let the other boys think he was a wimp like that! Tweek Tweak was many things, but he was not a wimp! He took a breath then stepped away from Craig.

"Alright, what do I do? Br-Bring it on!" He prayed his voice sounded more confident than he felt.

Clyde pushed back his chair, filling the kitchen with a loud scraping. Without putting the chair back in, he ran forward, fishing for something in his pockets. He nearly skidded into them before stopping. He then produced a long strip of cloth triumphantly from his back pocket.

"Craig, if you would do the honor," Clyde held out the strip with unnecessary flourish. Craig rolled his eyes before snatching it from his hand.

"We have to blind fold you, for the effect." He explained. "Is that ok?"

Tweek chewed his lips. It was one thing to go through these trials metaphorically blind, but actually blind? That might be too much. His gaze darted towards Token, then Clyde, and finally Jimmy who was waiting back at the table. If he didn't wear the blind fold, what would they think? Would they think he was a pansy for it?

A small, nervous, growl escaped his throat. No, he could handle this! He had to prove himself!

Tweek nodded, shutting his eyes, and leaned forward. Craig was taller than him, though, Craig was taller than just about everyone in their class, so Tweek stood on his tiptoes. He didn't think it would actually help much, but the feeling of mild numbness on his toes gave him something to focus on as his boyfriend tied the blindfold across his eyes.

He felt Craig's fingers brush against his cheeks as Craig lowered his hands. Tweek dropped back down to the flats of his feet.

"Ok, I'm leaving him with you Token. You know what to do." Craig said.

Tweek felt a hand on his shoulder, Token's, he assumed, as he was lead away. Behind him, he heard Clyde and Jimmy chuckling to themselves and felt the breeze as they hurried by him. He tried to pick Craig's footsteps out, but couldn't. He wasn't sure if that was because Craig wasn't moving or if he was purposely walking differently.

The sliding glass door opened, and Token took Tweek outside. They traveled across Token's backyard before Token made them stop.

"Alright," Token said, "Just stay there, dude. I gotta set up stream chat...connecting, connecting...and there! Smile, Tweek, you're on camera."

"Gah! What? Is this live? Who can see me?! I can't preform like this, man!" Tweek rung his hands together. A bandaid, from his left ring finger this time, fell to the ground.

"It's just us, Tweek!" Jimmy's voice came from somewhere near by. "It's a cl-closed chat."

"It's better than those shitty walkie talkies we had to use last time." Craig commented. "Ok, Tweek, you have to pass four trails to enter our gang. Token will explain the first, then Clyde has the second once you finish, Jimmy the fourth and I'll explain the last. Can you handle that?"

"Y-yes!" Tweek forced out.

"You've got this, Tweek!" Jimmy cheered from the group chat.

"Yeah! You'll be the fifth member in no time!" Clyde chimed in.

Tweek nodded, but then realized he wasn't sure if the chat could see him. "I can do it. I can do it. I can!" He wasn't sure if he was trying to convince them or himself. Maybe both.

"Tweek, you don't need to worry about failing, honey. If you mess up, you can try as many times as you want--or at least until we have to go home in a couple of hours." Craig reassured. "I'm watching you from the window--"

"Because he might help you cheat otherwise!" Clyde laughed.

"Clyde, you can't see it, but I'm flipping you off with both hands up here." Craig deadpanned. He took a breath. "You can do it, babe. I believe in you. Alright, Token? Start!"

Token reached up and untied the blindfold, letting it fall from Tweek's face. Tweek blinked a few times, eyes readjusting to the light. Token slipped his phone into his pocket. So that's what he was using for the call.

"Tweek, your first trial is the Obstacle Course of Death!" Token swung his arm out.

Somehow part of Token's back yard had been transformed into a makeshift obstacle course. Nearest to Tweek was a roped tied over a low hanging tree branch. Tweek squinted. Someone had left a chimpokomon doll on the branch. Then a couple of card board posts with arrows scribbled on them lead to a kiddie pool. The word "JUMP!" was on the near by sign. Finally, they had thrown some mesh netting over the top of some plastic lawn chairs. He could barely read it, but he was almost sure the sign said "CRAWL!"

Tweek turned his gaze towards Token's house. Though he couldn't see clearly through the windows, he could see movement on one of the second story windows. That must have been Craig, Tweek reasoned.

"Did you really make Craig stay inside so he wouldn't help me cheat?" Tweek asked.

Token shook his head. "He wouldn't help you cheat, but he would stay on the sidelines calling you all sorts of mushy names as you went along, and frankly, none of us wanted to deal with that."

Tweek felt his face heat up. "Oh..." He whispered. "Um, sorry."

"Don't be. It's not your fault Craig fell out of the hopeless romantic closet and the gay one at the same time." Token shrugged. "Enough chit-chat. Let me explain. The course starts when you knock the chimpokomon doll out of the tree. After that, jump the pool, then army crawl under the netting. Got it?"

"Yeah!"

Token raised his hand then threw it down. "Now go!"

"Gah!" Tweek exclaimed, bolting forward. He grabbed tightly onto the rope and attempting to haul himself up. Tweek wasn't a skinny kid. Considering more often than he would like to admit his daily diet was coffee and pastries from the shop, he had gotten himself a bit of a belly. While he wasn't as hefty as Clyde, his pudginess still pulled him down.

Tweek gritted his teeth. His arms were already yelling at him in protest, but he carried on. Or, he tried to. In fact, Tweek only made it about a third of the way up the rope before he fell back. He blinked the stars from his eyes and pushed himself up.

He could hear Token asking if he was alright from the side lines, but he didn't reply back. Tweek rolled his shoulders, about to try again when he stopped. He grabbed the rope, but this time started to shake it, pulling down and to the side as hard as he could.

He knew he must have looked really stupid, but he didn't care once he heard the soft plop of the chimpokomon doll hitting the ground beside him. Before going on, he glanced at Token.

"Does that work?" He called. Token had his hand to his mouth, covering a smile, but he nodded anyway for Tweek to continue.

Suddenly feeling very determined, Tweek bolted forward towards the pool. If he jumped just right, he could probably make it. Hopefully. He wished he had Craig's stupidly long legs right then as he bend down and sprung forward.

Tweek didn't make it. Instead his shoe caught on the rim of the pool, and he stumbled forward, face first. Tweek gasped for breath, splashing about, before finally righting himself. As he flopped out of the pool, he heard Token yelling at him that it was alright, just go! Shaking some of the water from his hair, he ran wildly forward to the last obstacle.

The second he neared, Tweek dropped to his belly and began to crawl under the netting. His mom would have a fit once she saw the grass and mud stains, but at that moment, Tweek didn't care. He was so, so close! Almost one trial down, and he had only made a fool of himself in front of his friends twice.

It was still going better than the screening for Stan's group if he had to be honest.

Tweek rolled to his feet as he final exited the netting. He doubled over with his hands on his knees. He probably could have done the course slower, and wouldn't have ended up so out of breath. That didn't matter, though. He was done, and as far as he knew, he did alright.

A hand landed firmly on his shoulder. "You did it, dude!" Token grinned. "Ok, Clyde's over there, near the grill. You're doing awesome!"

Tweek nodded wordless before he dashed towards the built in grill. Clyde sat on a stool he must have dragged from inside the house, though Tweek's brain was so frazzled he couldn't recall which room. Clyde tossed a towel into Tweek's face as he neared.

"Nice jump, man." Clyde remarked cheekily. "Take a seat." He gestured to a stool beside him. Tweek slipped onto the stool, drying his hair and face. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his frantically heart from the obstacle course.

Clyde rocked the stool backwards and forward as he waited for Tweek to finish drying himself off. Once Tweek set the towel down in his lap, Clyde jumped from the stool and then puffed out his chest.

"This next trail is my favorite. The Chill of Doom!" Clyde grabbed the handle of the closed grill besides him. A smile that reminded Tweek a little too much of a cartoon super villain spilt across Clyde's features. With an air of drama, Clyde threw open the grill lid. Sitting on the grates was a large glass with some sort of brown colored substance inside covered with way too much whip cream. A straw stuck out the side.

"Take the milkshake, Padawan."

With trembling fingers, Tweek took the milkshake from inside the grill and pulled it into his lap. Why did it have to be a glass? Why not plastic or something he knew he wouldn't break if he dropped it?

Clyde planted his feet on the ground and stuck his fists at his hips. "Tweek, for this trial you must drink that whole thing--as fast as you can!" Clyde had an infectious energy about him, and it made Tweek feel a surge of confidence.

"Garh, right!" He grabbed the straw and threw it aside then placed the glass rim to his lips and chugged. His face was smeared with whip cream. Some even got up his nose, but he didn't waver. He tried his best not to taste the shake. There was something off about the taste of the milkshake, but he would rather not know what kind of grossness his friends had mixed in until after he had already finished.

Half way through the shake, a sharp pain flared across Tweek's head. He gasped. Chocolate and spit mixed with the grass stains on his shirt.

"Brain freeze! Gah! Brain freeze!" Tweek gasped out, shoving his thumb against the roof of his mouth--an old trick his dad had taught him when he was little.

"Fight the pain! Keep going!" Clyde cheered. "You're doing better than Token--he had barfed by now!" Tweek trying to ignore the implications of that last comment as he powered on. He chugged the rest before setting the glass aside, holding his head.

"Oh, Jesus! It hurts! It hurts! I'm never eating ice cream again!" He cried as he rubbed the heels of his palms against his head. He then took a corner of the towel and wiped off his face.

Clyde laughed, taking the towel from Tweek's lap once he finished and throwing it over his shoulder. "I think I can see why Craig likes you, dude. That was awesome! Did you taste the ketchup we mixed in?"

"Ketchup?"

Of all the possible disgusting options for what a bunch of eleven year-old boys could have chose to hide in a chocolate milkshake, Tweek had to admit ketchup hadn't been one he considered.

"Yup! It was my idea. Jimmy wanted to put onions in, but I knew you'd see them--and they wouldn't fit through the straw. So I said let's put some ketchup in there." Clyde spoke with an air of pride about him.

"Speaking of Jimmy," Clyde grabbed Tweek's arm and pulled him off the stool. "He's in the kitchen. You're almost done!"

Tweek had to steady himself against the grill too keep from falling over before he headed towards the door. Half stumbling, half jogging, Tweek made his way back into the kitchen, thankful for the warmth of the house. Jimmy sat at the table. He gestured to the seat across from him for Tweek. Tweek slipped into the seat.

"I'd say take a ch-ch-chill pill, but you've already got the chill covered." Jimmy quipped.

"Um, y-yeah, what do you--what's next." Tweek rubbed his hands over his arms. His fingers brushed against the bandaid at his elbow and he noticed that he was missing another from his fingers.

"Well, my terrific soon-to-be official audience, do we have a treat for you this find afternoon!" Jimmy flashed a smile. The light glinted off his braces. He continued, "This t-tr-tr-trail is called...The Blind Kiss."

"Of Doom or Death?" Tweek cut in, recalling the names of the other trails.

"No, just The Blind Kiss." Jimmy replied. "Now, shut those pretty peepers and pucker up!"

Tweek swallowed. What if he had to kiss something gross? Like a wet turd or stinky dead fish or a girl? This was too much pressure!

No, no, he was more than half done, he could do this! Remember, Tweek thought, everyone else had to do this too, so it can't be something too terrible, right?

Craig's rational way of thinking didn't always work with someone as emotional as Tweek, but Tweek was so thankful when it actually did. Maybe some of his boyfriend's mentality was rubbing off on him.

Tweek slipped his eyes shut and leaned across the table. His lips puckered out. He heard Jimmy chuckled to himself and some shuffling and something that sounded like squeaking.

"No peeking, or else you'll fail." Jimmy warned. In response, Tweek clenched his eyes shut tighter. Another chuckle then Jimmy said, "Here we g-g-g-go! Enjoy!"

Tweek then felt something wet and soft press against his lips. The musky smell of wood chips and hay hit his nose. He nearly recoiled but stopped himself. He knew this feeling. He knew those smells. Tweek pulled back and peeked open his eyes.

Stripe looked up at him with big black eyes. The guinea pig twitched his nose and made a move to try and escape Jimmy's grasp. At this, Jimmy shrugged. He held the rodent across the table towards Tweek, who took the pig into his arms, trying his best not to hold Stripe against any of the milkshake stains.

Jimmy then produced a phone from his pocket. He pressed against it a few times before setting it back down. He moved his hand towards Tweek to scratch stripe behind the ears.

"Ya know, when I did this trial," Jimmy started, "I peeked."

"You did?" Tweek gasped. "Did you have to kiss Stripe again?"

"No," A new voice said. The boys looked up to Craig wandering in from the hall. "We made him do it again, but this time he had to kiss a fish we caught earlier that day at Stark's Pond."

Jimmy wrinkled his nose at the memory. "I would have preferred a sexy mermaid." The sliding glass door opened then and Clyde and Token wandered in.

"Sexy mermaid? Are we talking about the time we got Jimmy to french a fish?" Token asked.

"I did not f-fr-french a fish." Jimmy rolled his eyes as everyone took a seat around the table. Craig slide in next to Tweek and gingerly took Stripe into his own arms.

"I'm 99% sure I saw some tongue." Clyde teased.

"At least, I didn't need help knocking the chimpokomon doll down." Jimmy snorted.

"I didn't know you didn't have to climb the rope!" Clyde protested.

"We had to push your ass up the tree, Clyde, because you didn't even try to listen to our suggestions." Craig recalled.

Before the banter could continue, Tweek cut in. "What about the last trial?" Jimmy, Token, and Clyde exchanged sly glances with each other. Tweek raised a concerned eyebrow.

"Yeah, Craig, what about the last trail?" Clyde smirked.

Craig winced. "I say he's passed enough. He was pretty much a member of the gang before anyway."

Token shook his head. "You can't squirm your way out of this, dude."

"Is big, bad Craig scared?" Jimmy chuckled.

"No, I am not." Craig muttered. He heaved a sigh. Handing Stripe over to Jimmy, Craig stood. He nodded at Tweek, who quickly followed suit.

"This is your last trial, The Big Fist Puncheru." Craig stated flatly.

"Oh Jesus! That's Super Craig's attack--gah! You're gonna punch me?" Tweek chewed his lip. When Craig wanted to, he could pack a wallop. In fact, Tweek had seen his boyfriend take down adults with his punches to the gut. It was Super Craig's Big Fist Puncheru that had knocked Wonder Tweek out during one of their fights when they last played super heroes.

"Um, no." Craig shook his head. "You get to punch me. It's suppose to be the only free punch you'll ever get."

"What?" Tweek's eyes widen. "I've already done that! Last year, in shop class? We had to go the hospital--and we fought there too!"

"I know! That's why I didn't want you to do this. You punch hard, dude. Really, I think you would have been a better brutalist than Super Craig."

Tweek put his hand to his face. A smile spread across it. "Thanks, Craig. I--" Before Tweek could say any more, Clyde made a gagging sound. Craig turned and glowered at him before raising his middle finger.

"Yeah, you too can gush about how gay and in love you are later." Clyde slapped his palm on the table. "But he has to finish the last trial. Punch him! Punch him! Punch him!" Clyde began to chant. Soon Jimmy and Token joined in as well.

Craig shrugged and turned his left shoulder towards Tweek. He tapped a spot on his forearm then nodded. Tweek sent Craig an apologetic smile before he raised his fist. He pulled back then paused. After making sure Craig was watching, Tweek tapped a kiss against his fingers. He was almost sure he saw the smallest bit of a blush flash across Craig's cheeks.

Then, slowly and deliberately, Tweek gently tapped his fist against Craig's cheek. Craig blinked before slowly reaching up and touching the spot Tweek 'punched'. Tweek hoped the spit from his indirect kiss didn't gross his boyfriend out too much.

"The fuck was that?" Clyde's mouth hung open in disbelief. "That was the most pathetic punch I've ever seen!"

Tweek shrugged before he slipped his fingers into Craig's. "You never said it had to be a good punch."

Craig leaned against Tweek. "He has a point. You guys just took your one free punch as an all out."

Clyde looked like he wanted to protest, but instead crossed his arms and gave a defeated shrug. Even Jimmy and Token looked a little disappointed at the anticlimactic final trial.

"What a let down." Jimmy muttered. Token nodded in agreement.

Craig rolled his eyes. "Fuck you guys, too." He then turned towards Tweek. With a squeeze of his hand, Craig greeted, "Welcome to the gang, Tweek."

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AN: I spend half of my time writing this with that cut away gag from family guy where the supreme court judge had to carry a cherry with his butt cheeks playing on a loop in my head.

#south park #fanfiction #sp creek #criag tucker #tweek tweak #clyde donovan #token black #jimmy volmer #sp #oneshot

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