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deakyjoe · 7 months ago

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Pattern Breaker

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader (afab)

Category: smut, fluff, friends to lovers, idiots in love

Summary: A love confession turns to more once Bob knows you’re interested.

Warnings: 18+, smut (!!), protected p in v sex, f receiving oral (pussy eating king), vaginal fingering, grinding/dry humping, handjob, kissing, groping, scratching/marking, Bob fucks, love confessions, fluff, talks of bad dates, reader described as having hair and being shorter than Bob (but nothing else), swearing/cursing - let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 7.1k (it kinda ran away from me)

A/N: My humble contribution to the Bob Fucks Agenda 🫡

Consider buying me a coffee :)

Bob Floyd was head over heels in love with you.

Yet he had no idea what series of mistakes had landed him here. In the Hard Deck. With you. Sat next to him. In a tight booth. Your thigh pressed up against his. Tracing patterns with the tip of your finger on the back of his hand. Many would argue that this didn't seem like a bad thing. Why would something so intimate with someone he was in love with be a mistake? Well, the issue was that you were doing it in a totally platonic way.

You were doing it mindlessly too, as you engaged in idle conversation with Phoenix opposite you, which almost made it worse. Bob Floyd's brain was whirring at a million miles per second over something you were doing without even thinking about it. It took every ounce of self restraint to stop himself from moving. Closer to you or further away, he didn't know. But he tried to stay still. So very still. Just so you'd keep doing it.

He was also desperately trying to pay attention to the story you were telling Phoenix, about the latest bad first date you'd been on. It appeared to be a regular thing with you. A string of first dates where you knew before you'd even ordered the entrées that they wouldn't be the right guy for you. And you always had valid reasons, at least in Bob's opinion.

"He told me he doesn't like sunsets." You groaned. "Like, who doesn't like sunsets?"

Bob personally loved sunsets.

Phoenix frowned at you. "Did he give a reason why?"

Bob imagined that Phoenix was feeling a little guilty about the whole thing. After all, she was the one who'd set you up with this guy. But he was thankful for it. He didn't know what he'd do with himself when you finally managed to find the right guy and it wasn't him.

"Something about the day ending and having a mindset about being on the grind I think, I don't know." You sighed, pausing your finger's movement against the back of Bob's hand for a moment before carrying on. He almost had a heart attack when you pressed your cheek into his shoulder and started leaning against him as well.

"Sorry it didn't work out. I can find you another guy maybe, umm..." Phoenix trailed off with a thoughtful hum.

But you waved her off. "No, it's okay. I think I'm done with blind dates for now."

Bob's head snapped towards you. Oh?

"If you're sure." Phoenix started to rise from the table, pressing her hands into the wooded surface. "I think I'm gonna call it a night. See you two tomorrow."

"Goodnight, see you tomorrow." You smiled at her, nudging Bob with your elbow when he stayed silent.

He flinched away from you. "Ow! What? Oh. Yeah, goodnight."

Phoenix's eyes flicked between the two of you, an amused huff leaving her mouth before she gave you both a mock salute and left the bar.

There was a silence between the two of you for a moment as you relaxed against Bob's shoulder a little more.

"What about you? Ready to call it a night?" You asked, turning to rest your chin on his bicep so you could look up at his face.

He glanced at you briefly, turning away again when he realised how close your faces were in that position and cleared his throat. "No, I'm good here for a little longer. If you are?"

You nodded and sat up, extracting yourself from his touch completely. Bob almost sobbed at the loss of contact.

"Yeah, I'm good." You paused to take him in, how he wasn't looking directly at you. He did that sometimes. You always figured he was just a little awkward about eye contact. Which was a shame considering his eyes were your favourite shade of blue.

Bob did flicker his eyes towards you then, wondering why you were staring at him silently. "Are you okay?"

You shrugged. "I kinda wanted to talk to you about something."

"Yeah?" He turned to face you properly, knees angled towards you to show that you had his full attention. "What about?"

You looked at him for a few seconds too long, enough to make him anxious and you think that maybe you'd given something away with your eyes. "You know how when we met we just clicked?"

Bob was surprised at that question. But he knew exactly what you meant. So he nodded. "Yeah."

You scrunched your nose and looked away from him for a second. "Well, I'm not clicking with any of these guys I'm going on blind dates with."

He knew that, you’d said as much. So he really didn't know where you were going with this. "Okay...”

"I just wish it was as easy as it was with you. Like we just work together so perfectly, I don't even feel like I'm trying with you."

He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, looking sideways at you. "Uh-"

Your eyes widened and you were quick to clarify, hands held up in apology. "And not like I don't put any effort into it with you but just like I don't feel as if I'm constantly trying to make it work, y'know?"

He nodded again. "Sure."

You sighed frustratedly. "Do you get what I'm trying to say here, Bob?"

"Not really." He shook his head and gave a weak, apologetic smile.

You chuckled. "I'm trying to say that I've never clicked with a guy like I have with you."

"Right." He straightened up.

"But we're just friends." You said slowly.

He hesitated. "Mhm."

You squinted at him. "To cut it short I'm trying to say that I think I'm in love with you."

Bob could have fallen out of his seat.

"Oh!"

Now, that caught him really off guard.

"Well, I'm trying to figure out my feelings for you. Because they're certainly more than friendly!" You laughed quietly. "Which isn't really fair. To me or to you. But it's gotta be done because I'm sick of not clicking with men and being on dates where I'm just constantly thinking of how much easier it would be if I were sat across from you instead."

Bob ignored most of your rambling, fixating on one little statement. "Why's it not fair?"

Your face crumpled momentarily. "It's going to make it awkward for you if I am in fact in love with you. And it's unfair for me because I might be in love with a guy who only views me platonically."

Bob looked at you for a moment, eyes wide and almost pleading, and uttered your name softly.

You frowned. "What?"

He gave you a meaningful look.

"You do view me platonically, right?" You leant backwards. "Right?"

He glanced away from you before looking back, giving a short and sharp shake of his head. No.

The world shook around you.

"But- but you never made a move. I thought that you..." You trailed off into distressed thought.

"Oh, I made moves. Just not very obvious ones apparently." He cleared his throat with a quick cough, scrunching his face momentarily in embarrassment.

"Why did you never just say?"

"I guessed that you weren't interested since you never seemed to reciprocate my- my moves." He scratched at the back of his neck, feeling embarrassed at the thought of his moves.

"But I'm all over you!" You exclaimed. "I'm so touchy!"

He froze and turned to you stiffly. "I thought you were just like that. With everyone!"

"Have you ever seen me touch another human being half as much as I touch you?" You said monotonously.

"Well..." He thought about it. He hadn't. You gave hugs, sure. But you certainly didn't stand with your head resting on anyone's shoulder, arms wrapped around their bicep like you did with him. You didn't sit next to anyone, legs resting over their thighs, like you did with him. You definitely didn't trace patterns on the back of anyone's hand like you had been with him earlier.

You let him think about it for a few moments before interrupting his thoughts. "You didn't answer my question. Why didn't you just say?"

Bob looked deep into your eyes, recognising the look of regret he could feel within himself. "By the time I had the courage to... the friendship was already solidified. And I thought it would ruin it."

"Oh, Bob." You smiled widely at him. "You should've said something. I had a huge crush on you when we first met."

Have a huge crush. Have.

He perked up slightly. "You did?"

No. Do.

"Yeah! I buried it after a while because I figured you weren't interested. And now I'm realising that I'm probably in love with you anyway." You found it almost funny how the two of you seemed to be in the exact same situation and yet had no idea how the other was feeling.

He decided to be honest. "It would certainly brighten my day if you were."

You had a thought suddenly. "Walk me home?"

Bob felt a sense of whiplash from the rapid change in topic. But didn't question it. "O-okay."

You grinned at him and motioned for him to get up, following him out of the booth and grabbing his hand once you were stood next to him. Not having to worry about closing out a tab with Penny since you'd been paying for drinks each time you ordered, you didn't hesitate in dragging him behind you out the back door of the Hard Deck and onto the beach.

You took a glimpse at Bob next to you, finding him already watching you. "Figured we could do the moonlit beach walk on the way back to my place."

He just nodded, not missing the way you were still grasping onto his hand as the two of you started walking in the direction of your home. The moonlight beach walk wasn't an uncommon occurrence between the two of you. You'd done it countless times before, in fact. It was just a nice thing to do that happened to involve some nice views that you both enjoyed. It just felt different this time, Bob thought to himself.

He had to ask. "Your last blind date, did he really not like sunsets?"

You looked at him, delighted by the seemingly random question. "Yeah. How off-putting is that?!"

"Very." Bob mumbled. "Y'know... I really like sunsets."

Ah, you saw what he was getting at.

"I know." You chirped. "I'll never forget the sunset on the day we met when you explained that the reason they're so colourful is because of the way the light scatters through the atmosphere. It was very purple that night."

His eyebrows shot up. He'd forgotten he'd told you that. But you were right. It had been very purple. He'd watched you take about thirty photographs of the sky. And knew then that he was in trouble.

The rest of the walk back to your place was quiet, a few passing comments made between the two of you as you pointed out a cute dog and Bob showed you where new flowers were beginning to blossom on a tree you regularly saw. Your hands stayed intertwined the whole time, swinging gently between your bodies.

It was easy. Just how it should be.

Silence shrouded the two of you as you approached your front door, wondering what was supposed to come next. Bob was still hung up on your sudden abandonment of your conversation back at the Hard Deck as you stopped at your door. Why had you dropped it?

The question escaped him as you suddenly tugged him a lot closer, so your chests almost touched, and lowered your voice.

"Come inside."

It wasn't proposed as a question, or even a request, but as more of a statement. Like you were telling him that he should follow you into your home to find out what happens next. Because of this, Bob could only reply with one thing.

"Okay."

There was no turning back now.

You beamed at him and rushed to unlock your door, flicking on a light switch once it was open and ushering him in behind you. Bob had been to your place countless times before, even crashed on your couch once or twice after nights there had run a little too long, but this time felt different. Just like the walk on the beach had.

He supposed it was because of what the two of you confessed earlier that night. But he still couldn't shake the thoughts about the fact that the conversation hadn't carried on to a point where he knew what was going to happen next between the two of you. Bob wanted answers. And he guessed that they were hidden in the depths of your home.

You guided him to your kitchen, offered him a drink which he politely declined, and stopped suddenly in the middle of the room to turn on your heel and look at him.

"Do you know why I asked you back here?"

He stilled a few paces in front of you. "Honestly? No."

You smiled at that. "Because I decided that I am."

Bob was even more confused. "Am what?"

You barked out a laugh like you suddenly realised you'd left out half of your sentence and that what you'd said had made no coherent sense. "In love with you. Absolutely head over heels. One hundred per cent.”

He said nothing in reply, sensing that you had more you wanted to say. He was right.

"And I wanted to be able to explore that possibility for us without prying eyes. In the privacy of my home." You huffed, slightly frustrated. Bob took a single step towards you. "I don't- I don't know how to say this."

He closed the gap, hands resting on your arms to reassure you. You'd never struggled to tell him anything and he certainly didn't want that to start now. "It's me. You can say anything to me. You know that. It's okay."

When you met his gaze again, your eyes were slightly glassy with tears. But you blinked them away. They were angry tears at yourself for taking this long to get to this point with him. It should've happened so much sooner.

Your eyes flickered to his lips. Bob knew what that meant, he was feeling it himself, but wanted you to say it.

Letting out a slightly shaky laugh, you composed yourself. "You might need to let me spiral and talk for a minute."

He smiled softly, surprised he wasn't doing his own spiralling and talking in this situation. "That's okay."

You nodded and sighed. "Okay, so. I don't want things to change between us. Well, I do. But, like, not everything. I still want us to be us. I still want to be able to tell you everything and have easy conversations and just go for walks on the beach and talk about meaningless things and have you explain stuff to me that you think I'll find interesting and sit close to each other just because we can not because we have to."

You stopped for breath and Bob felt like he was having to restrain his heart from bursting out of his chest.

"We'll still just be me and you and things will be easy between us. Like they always have been. But now... instead of sleeping on my couch after late nights, you'll- you'll sleep in my bed. And we'll kiss and, god, have a lot of sex I hope."

Bob chuckled at that and you joined him, happy to see that he wasn't freaking out at everything you were saying.

"We'll still be me and you but just... evolved. Right?"

Bob had started the evening knowing he was head over heels in love with you. He couldn't believe the night was ending with that love somehow growing even more, combining with yours to create some force that defied the laws of nature. The room was practically swimming in it, he could feel it prickling at the surface of his skin and taste it on the top of his tongue.

He nodded firmly at you. "Me and you but evolved."

You visibly relaxed under his hands and smiled giddily up at him. "Great, can you kiss me now?"

You didn't have to ask Bob twice.

The kiss started off sweet, almost innocent. A few, slightly open mouthed, pecks as the two of you giggled against each other. It was something new for the two of you. So even thought it felt right, it was still new territory to explore. But it didn't take long for it to take a turn. As soon as you opened your mouth fully to lick gently against Bob's lips, it was like something in him snapped.

An arm snaked around your waist and tugged you flush against him, chest to chest, and his other hand tangled in the back of your hair. His nose crammed into your cheek, his glasses falling slightly askew, as he licked into your mouth hotly with his head angled down to meet you halfway.

Your head whirled with the thought that he was good at this. Bob Floyd was an extraordinarily good kisser. Why hadn't you done this sooner?

You let out soft moans to encourage him despite him not even seeming shy about the idea anymore. In fact, Bob had no sense of restraint left in him. He'd waited so long for this, for you. And now he was lost in the feeling of your skin against his and the sounds you were making in reply to what he was doing. Which is why he let his hands drift across you more, not anchoring his touch to any specific place.

You felt like you were on fire, no time to breathe as breaks for oxygen were mere fractions of a second long. You'd never imagined him being capable of making you feel like this so quickly. Your lower abdomen burning with desire and your panties already practically soaked through. And he hadn't even touched you intimately yet. You could only hope that you were having half the same effect on him.

Bob's hands lowered themselves slowly, tracing along your ribcage, circling your waist, gripping at your hips, before he tentatively let them rest on your ass. You hummed in motivating appreciation and pushed yourself up even more to kiss him impossibly harder. He took that as a good sign, fingers digging into the flesh beneath them and rocking your pelvis towards his. Where you found that he was hard.

A noise rumbled in your chest, leaking out as a high pitched whine directly into his mouth.

Bob pulled away with a slight look of concern in his eyes which now held almost no trace of the blue shade you'd come to adore, pupils blown wide enough to engulf his irises. "Is this too much? We can slow down."

You shook your head, slowing down being the last thing you wanted. "No, I'm just surprised that you're so... handsy. I always thought you were a gentleman."

"Oh." He blushed a deep red, the colour reaching the tips of his ears. "I'm just eager, I guess. We can wait. I mean, I can wait. If it's too much."

You leaned back in closer to him, lips brushing across his. "Don't you think we've waited long enough?"

He did.

Somehow the second round of kissing was even more searing, almost consuming, than the first. Your arms wrapped around his neck, one hand gripping tightly onto his hair and tugging occasionally. Bob didn't let up squeezing at your ass after he'd realised that the sound you'd made previously was one of pleasure and not pain, rocking your hips into his a couple times more for good measure.

When his lips moved to trail a line of kisses down your jawline and onto your neck, your eyes practically rolled back into your head. This was too good to be true. You were stood in your kitchen, at almost midnight, and Bob was sucking a hickey into your neck. How was this even real?

You realised that if you didn't move soon then the two of you were going to end up fucking on the kitchen floor. And whilst you weren't totally against the idea, you figured you should at least offer him the comfort of a bed for your first time together.

"Bedroom, Floyd. Now." You gasped, grasping his hair to pull him away from your neck. But when you got a good look at him, you almost abandoned the idea completely. His hair was ruffled from where you'd been pulling at it, his glasses sat crookedly on his nose, his face was flushed a rosy pink, his lips were swollen and kiss bitten, and his eyes were darker than you'd ever seen them. He was a sight to behold.

You snapped back to reality, fixed his glasses so they sat correctly on his face, clenched your legs together, and grabbed a fistful of his shirt to tug him behind you towards your bedroom. Bob, of course, had no complaints about this and followed you very happily. After watching you kick off your shoes as the both of you scurried down your hallway, he did the same. Not many thoughts were occurring in his brain at that moment, not any clean ones anyway, but one thing was certain as he looked at you: he'd never wanted someone more.

The bedroom door slammed shut behind him and before he had the chance to take in any of his surroundings he was pressed up against it and your lips were on his again, your hands desperately clutching at the bottom of his shirt to untuck it from his pants.

"Why- do- you- always- wear- your- uniform?" The question was asked between fiery kisses. Not that you were complaining. You loved to see him in his uniform. But he always looked so formal.

Bob waited until you were too distracted trying to unbuckle his belt to kiss him so he could get his answer out fully. "You once told me I look handsome in it."

You paused and tilted your head up to look at him. Taking in his open expression, you could tell that he was being honest. "God, I fucking love that you listen to me."

He laughed momentarily before his jaw snapped shut and he swallowed thickly as you began fumbling with his belt buckle again. "Your hands are shaking."

The observation was simple but had you freezing anyway. "Care to help a girl out then?"

Bob could tell that you were getting anxious, nerves suddenly overruling the initial excitement and lust. He could understand. He was currently running on the high of you dragging him to your bedroom. Maybe you also needed something like that to keep you going.

He glanced over your shoulder towards your bed and nodded towards it. "Lie down."

Bob watched as the fire quickly re-ignited in your eyes and you did as you were told, bouncing on the mattress as you sprawled yourself across it. Undoing his belt completely, he took a few steps towards you until he stood between your open legs.

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows to watch him eagerly. The mattress dipped as he knelt on it and crawled across it until he was hovering over you.

You hummed quietly, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. "Hmm, I like this position."

He leaned in close, as if going to kiss you. "I thought you might."

His voice was low, rumbling deep in his chest. It was a tone you'd only had the privilege of hearing a few times before. During late nights when he was tired and could barely keep his eyes open as you continued to talk his ears off with meaningless nonsense but did so anyway just so he could listen to you talk. When he'd held you close to him during crowded nights at the Hard Deck and spoken directly into your ear so you could hear him over the sounds flooding the place. Moments that were intimate between you both but you'd been too oblivious to see as more than platonic.

It was the voice that Bob Floyd used to flirt with you.

You pulled back, wide eyed, to get a good look at him. "Oh, my god. You have made moves."

His brows scrunch for a moment, a confused laugh bubbling out of him. "Yeah, I said so earlier."

"I know but that voice." You poked his chest accusingly. "It's your flirty, sultry, bedroom voice! You've used it on me before!"

"It's not my-" He paused, thinking about it for a second, and then shrugged. "Oh, yeah. Maybe you're right."

"I like it, it's hot. Do it again." You giggled when he rolled his eyes, reaching your hands up to start unfastening the buttons on his shirt.

"And what would you like me to say?" His voice dipped back down to the low tone and you had to suppress a shiver.

"Anything. I just like hearing you talk." You reached the last button and helped him slide the shirt from his shoulders, revealing a white undershirt that you knew always resided underneath. The brown uniform shirt was discarded somewhere on your bedroom floor.

"How about how I think it's time for you to start removing some clothes? Since my shirt's off and my belt is unbuckled." His raised a finger to trace along the neckline of your t-shirt.

You whined. "Not fair. You're not even showing any skin yet. If I take my shirt off then all I've got is a bra on underneath."

Bob chuckled, low voice lost for a moment. "Is my white t-shirt not the equivalent of your bra?"

You pondered it for a moment. Maybe he was right. "Depends if you like the way my tits look in this bra as much as I like the way your biceps look in that white shirt."

He took a quick glance at his arms which were caging you into the bed, hand planted on either side of your head. "My biceps, huh?"

"A weakness of mine, I admit." You shrugged and sat up, pushing at his chest to give you some room. "Have to stop myself from biting them when I rest my head on your shoulder."

"For the record, I'd totally let you."

With a laugh you took Bob's hands in yours and guided them to the hem of your shirt, giving him a nod of confirmation. "You would now but let's be honest, it would've been a little unusual of me to just suddenly bite you before."

He tried desperately to keep eye contact with you as he pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it aside. "Maybe, but I wouldn't have said a word of complaint."

"I'll remember that for the future." You paused and noticed his frozen stare. "You're allowed to look, y'know?"

He knew but he was holding himself back with the knowledge that he'd probably go feral once he saw you without a shirt on. Just below his eye line he could tell that the bra you were wearing was lacy and pretty much see-through. He took a deep breath before looking properly and let out a very low groan when he saw that your nipples were hard and very visible through the fabric.

Bob's dick twitched in his pants at the sight. He feared he wouldn't last very long once the two of you actually got going.

You leant back on your hands and watched him look over you. It was kind of entertaining and certainly a confidence booster for you. "Like what you see?"

His eyes met yours again. "Shut up. You know I fucking do."

That sent a ripple of heat through you. Despite knowing him for so long, you'd never heard Bob curse. He'd let out the occasional damn at big inconveniences but never anything more than that. You figured it was part of him being such a gentleman and the fact that he loved to point out that his mother raised him right.

"Careful, Floyd. That dirty mouth will get you in trouble." You flattened your back onto the bed again, pulling him down on top of you by a handful of his shirt.

"If by trouble you mean with you underneath me then I'm willing to take that risk." His voice somehow got lower, a raspy edge being added to it. It's like he knew exactly how to break you.

You grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him down to kiss you again, you'd gone too long without feeling his mouth on yours, and you revelled in the grunt he let out against your lips.

This was a whole new side to Bob that you were seeing. And you were loving it. Somehow it was still so easy, the two of you continuing to just bounce off of each other and the sexual chemistry was luckily just naturally there as well. You thought it may have been slightly awkward between you but you'd never felt so confident about sleeping with someone in your life.

Bob realised he should probably check something before the two of you got any further so pulled away momentarily. "Do you have a condom?"

"Oh, yeah! Wait, hang on-" You slid away from him, hanging over the edge of the bed to rifle through a drawer in your nightstand. Producing a small box, you waved it triumphantly at him.

"Hoping those blind dates were going to be successful, huh?" He teased, reaching out to grab your waist to drag you back underneath him. He was relieved you had the box but if you didn't then he knew it wouldn't have stopped him from doing other things to you until you were able to buy some condoms.

Your jaw dropped. "No! Just never underprepared."

"I applaud your readiness. I'm sure if the apocalypse hits then we'll be thankful for your supply of condoms."

"If the apocalypse hits then we'll be tasked with repopulating the Earth and have to have lots of unprotected sex to do so." You bit back playfully, glad to see when his eyes fluttered shut momentarily at the mention of doing it raw. "Oh, you like that thought, huh?"

"You caught me. Guilty." He raised a hand in surrender before gesturing at you. "Now let's get naked so we can have lots of protected sex."

You had to fight back a surge of laughter but let a few giggles escape when you found Bob looking at you with an amused look of his own. You were glad that the two of you were still able to joke and be you even in an intimate moment like this, relieved that it didn't suddenly become serious.

Clothes were discarded and quick kisses were exchanged as the two of you inched closer and closer to where you both really wanted to be. After your bra had been unclasped and thrown into the void with every other item of clothing, and Bob had thoroughly explored your chest with both his hands and mouth, you fell back onto the bed with him on top of you for another round of kissing. It's like the two of you couldn't keep your lips separated for longer than necessary.

His bare chest pressed into yours, a sheen of sweat gliding between you, as he rocked his hips against you, grinding his hard length into your clothed pussy.

If you'd told Bob at the beginning of the evening that this was how his night would end then he would've laughed and told you he didn't believe you. But now that he was here, he couldn't have imagined it any other way. That's what made him realise that enough was enough.

He suddenly broke the kiss and sat up again, kneeling in between your legs. Hooking two fingers into the waistband of your panties, he made eye contact with you. "May I?"

You nodded vigorously.

Bob shook his head. "Words."

You could've orgasmed right there and then. "Yes, you can."

He took that answer and started to slide your panties down your legs slowly, helping you to lift your hips to get them off easier. Once they reached your ankles he plucked them off and cast them aside, planting a quick kiss on your calf before lowering your legs either side of him again.

You reached for the condoms to pass them to him, aware that you were only the one step of removing his underwear away before he'd finally be inside you.

But he pushed your hand aside, choosing instead to slide his palms down your thighs. "In a minute."

"We haven't got forever, y'know. Get on it." You laughed, curious as to what he was doing.

"Gotta get you ready first." He mumbled, pushing your legs apart so he could see better.

Oh? "I can assure you that I'm plenty ready and wet and would like your dick inside me now please."

"So polite." He hummed with a smile on his face. "And I can see how wet you are. Just gotta make sure that you're relaxed enough to take me."

"Somebody's confident about their size, huh?"

He laughed as he shook his head. "Would you rather me not go down on you?"

As much as you were teasing him not to, you very much wanted him to. "Fine, if you insist." You replied with a sigh and an exaggerated roll of your eyes.

Bob almost chuckled, but when he looked up into your eyes again he was met with an angelic vision. You were stretched out on the bed, naked, for him. All for him. He reminded himself to thank the universe at some point. But, before that, he needed to thank you by making you come.

He shuffled back on the bed, moving your legs over his shoulders as he did so, and laid flat on his stomach before you. And got to work.

Bob practically devoured you.

You writhed underneath his grasp, one of his arms thrown across your stomach to keep you in place, as he licked and sucked at you. Your clit throbbed against his tongue as he flicked it from side to side over the sensitive spot. One of your hands flew to tangle in his hair as your legs trembled on either side of his head.

"Oh- oh, my god." You panted, chest heaving with laboured breaths. You looked down at him to see that his glasses had fogged up. You let out a slightly strangled laugh at him as he decided to slide a finger into you at that moment.

"Fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck." You gasped and collapsed back onto the pillows.

Bob moaned into you and you let out a cry at the feeling of the vibrations running through you. His finger pumped in and out of you. Slowly at first before he increased the pace and then, once you were somehow even wetter, introduced a second finger.

And with two of his fingers inside of you, bending slightly to hit that sweet spot inside of you, along with his tongue making tight little circles on your clit, it didn't take long for the pressure to build in your lower abdomen and then suddenly explode through you. Your body shook with pleasure, a tidal wave of profanity and primal noises escaping your mouth.

Bob gave you no time to rest though, surging up your body and kissing you again, giving you a taste of yourself which had you moaning into his mouth. When he pulled back again, you smiled. His glasses were still foggy.

"Can you even see through these?" You asked, reaching up to take them off of him. Wiping gently at the lenses with your bedsheets, you awaited an answer.

"Not really. I usually take them off for this kind of thing. But I forgot. In the excitement." He looked away from you, embarrassed. Funny how he could still be shy despite having just eaten you out like no one else had before.

You hummed quietly, taking his face in your hands to direct him to kiss you again after you'd placed his glasses down on your nightstand as you wrapped your legs around the backs of his and bucked your hips up towards him. "Are we going to do something about you now? Because I know you've been hard since we first kissed."

"I was hoping you hadn't noticed how quickly that happened." The low, raspy voice was back and you felt yourself melting a little on the inside.

"Difficult not to when we were practically dry humping in the middle of the kitchen." You trailed a finger down his torso over his, extremely sculpted, abs and stopped at the waistband of his boxers, hooking the tip of your finger inside.

He watched what you were doing. "I did get a little carried away there, granted."

You paused, asking him the silent question of approval to carry on, before slipping your hand into his underwear and grabbing him. His skin was soft and velvety under your palm and, before you even had the chance to start stroking him, his dick twitched in your hand. "Mmm... so sensitive, Bobby."

He whimpered quietly, squeezing his eyes shut.

You reached for the box of condoms again, realising this probably wouldn't last very long if you did much else with your hand, and pulled one foil wrapper out. Quietly uttering his name to get him to open his eyes again, you pushed the condom against Bob's chest. "Put it on."

He didn't reply, didn't need to reply, just followed your instructions and did as he was told. Straightening up again into a kneeling position, he flailed around a little in an attempt to kick his underwear off. You tried not to laugh. When he succeeded, he ripped the packaging open with his teeth and rolled the condom onto himself in one smooth motion. And then he positioned himself over you, notching the tip of his length at your entrance.

He looked down at you for confirmation to go ahead.

You had one last teasing comment. "Your confidence in your size was warranted."

He huffed out a laugh. "I'd be insulted in your lack of confidence if I didn't love you so much."

Warmth bloomed through your chest. It had been implied several times throughout the night but hearing the words come out of his mouth meant so much more. He loved you.

You beamed up at him. "Glad to know that your love for me overrides any possible offence. I'll be using that to my advantage in future. Now please fuck me, I'm going crazy here."

Bob adored the way you were able to flip a conversation so easily. But he was glad you'd said it as he was beginning to experience his own temporary insanity being on the brink of having sex with you but not quite being there just yet.

He pushed into you slowly at first and then all at once, not being able to hold himself back. Once he'd bottomed out he paused for a moment, a choked groan leaving his throat. You whined at the stretch, glad for the previous orgasm prepping you for this.

"Just- just give me a second." Bob warned you, hanging his head as he took deep breaths.

Patiently, you waited.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for him to get a grip of himself as he eased out of you before slamming back in again. You gasped at the sensation. He set a pace, a steady yet almost brutal one. The loud sounds of sex filled the room and you hoped your neighbours were long asleep.

Bob buried his face in your neck, using his elbows to keep himself from smothering you. The noises he let out into your skin were heavenly and you were thankful that they weren't too muffled. You clawed as his back, making scratches that you'd have to apologise profusely for the next day.

"Fuck, harder please. Please harder." You didn't think it was possible for him to go any harder, the way he pounded into you already making the headboard shake, but you begged him to anyway. And somehow he found a way.

Your skin prickled with a burn where he slapped against you, one of his large hands sliding down to grip harshly at the flesh of your ass in order to pull you impossibly closer to him. He continuously hit that sweet spot inside of you, your eyes rolling back in your head at the feeling. The pressure was steadily building in your stomach, getting tighter and tighter with every thrust of Bob’s hips.

You clung onto his shoulders tightly as you plummeted off the edge, your thighs locking in on either side of him to lock him in place. Bob paused his movements for a second, feeling you clench around him as your throat formed a silent scream that came out as a gasp, and only started up again when you relaxed beneath him.

He pulled away from your neck to look down at you, finding a giddy smile on your face. He kissed you, all teeth and tongues, as he pumped into you a few more times before spilling into the condom. And then he collapsed on top of you.

The two of you stayed there for a couple of minutes, both catching your breath.

“I’m glad you had so many failed dates.” Bob whispered into the glistening skin of your chest.

You laughed quietly. “Me too.”

He eased himself up slowly, pulling out of you with a hiss, to dispose of the condom. “Do you think Phoenix purposely set you up on bad dates so you’d admit your feelings for me?”

You thought about it for a second. “Probably. She knows I’ve had a crush on you for forever. And I can’t think of any other good reason that she’d set me up with a sunset hater.”

Bob pulled back the covers on the bed and gestured for you to get in, crawling in beside you. “Can’t believe that guy.”

“I know!” You laughed and turned on your side to look at him. “Wished she’d done it sooner then we could’ve been doing this for a lot longer.”

He joined in on your laughter. “Trust me, we’ll have plenty of time now to be doing this a lot more.”

You smiled. “I’m glad.”

He smiled back. “Me too.”

You scooted closer to each other, limbs tangling together into one big mess, softs words of love exchanged between you as you drifted off into a peaceful sleep in each other’s arms.

A/N: this is the longest thing I think I’ve ever posted as a single thing… hope you enjoyed!

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brnesblogposts · 9 months ago

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story of us

pairing: dexter mayhew x reader

a/n: part of a series that’s also on my ao3 wr1tingtoc0pe :)

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I met Dexter Mayhew on my last day of university. It was our graduation ball and I was dancing with my friends when he caught my eye, not for the first time however.

I’d always noticed him, I’m sure he’d never noticed me but I saw him, he’s hard to forget. Dexter had this aura about him that could only be described as enthralling, not only that but gorgeous blue eyes and a smile that could kill.

20 years ago

“Hi, i’m Dex” The brightest smile made his eyes light up as he held out his hand towards me, the music and lights seemed to stand still as we made eye contact. It took me a few seconds to register that he was talking to me, after an awkward amount of time I finally shook his outstretched hand. he’d never acknowledged me in the four years we’d been on campus together. I gave him my name and told him I knew who he was already, “ The infamous Dexter Mayhew.” I smiled, as did he and I think my heart stopped for a second.

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“Do you want to dance?”

“I mean I kind of already am” I stated plainly.

“I mean with me” He let out a little scoff, not really a laugh but not not a laugh..

“Oh. yeah, sure” I took the hand he held out to me as he lead me to a quieter area of the dance floor, I could hear my friends squealing as we disappeared.

19 years ago

“Dex!” I ran with outstretched arms for an embarrassing amount of time, probably should’ve waited until I was closer to him really.. when I finally reached him I dropped my bags as he stretched out his arms and I jumped into them, wrapping my arms around his neck as he spun me around laughing.

“Someone’s happy to see me,” he took my bags in his arms.

“Actually i’m just happy to be off of that train. Seven hours.. my bum is sore.” I pouted dramatically as we started walking off of the platform and to the car park.

“This time last year we were at the grad ball, can you believe it’s been a year?!” Dexter questioned and I shook my head as the memories of that night ran through my mind.

“I really can’t, i’ve put up with you for a whole year! I deserve a medal.” I spoke exasperatedly and laughed when he gasped,

“you’ve put up with me?? i’ve been putting up with you!” He bumped his shoulder into mine as we reached the car, he opened the boot and put my bags in and then ever the gentleman opened the passenger door for me.

“Dexter Mayhew, what a gentleman,” I quipped as he tipped his imaginary hat at me, closed the door and walked around to the drivers seat.

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“We’ve been out of university for a year and I have accomplished nothing.” I sighed as I walked next to Dex down the high street.

“We’re twenty three, we’ve got our whole lives ahead of us, we’ll figure it out.” Dex and I were quite different when it came to our outlook on life, he was all about having fun and living for the moment, ever the optimist with the mindset that everything would work itself out. My mindset was quite the opposite, ever the over thinker. Dex was good like that, he was always there to remind me to be in the moment and to have fun rather than stress about the future.

“What do you think we’ll be doing at forty?” It seems so far away but in reality, it’s not.

“I don’t know what i’m going to be doing tomorrow, let alone at forty” How I wish I could live life like Dex could, no plan or worries about the future. “I will say one thing though. I hope I have children by the time i’m forty” This revelation took me surprise because I didn’t know Dex had even thought about that kind of stuff, “what?” He had a little smile on his face as I gathered my thoughts.

“I didn’t think you thought about that kind of stuff” it was endearing that he had though, Dexter with children.. I mustn’t think about it or I might just melt into a puddle of adoration. Before he respond I spoke again “you’d be a great dad, the best.” Maybe he doubted himself because his smile grew at my words, Dexter Mayhew an aspiring father, never would’ve thought it.

“Do you want kids?” he asked as we entered a quaint café and I waited until we had sat down to answer

“I don’t know. It’s a lot to think about, kids are expensive and there’s so many global issues I don’t know if I want to bring a child into this mess-“ I stopped talking when I saw the sly smile on his face as my eyes found the table, “can you stop staring at me like that, please.”

“Sorry” He seemed to have more to say but he didn’t, “What do you fancy?” You is what I wanted to say, but i’m not that stupid.. I dare ruin this beautiful friendship we’ve forged over the last year.

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deadpool15 · 1 year ago

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Jealousy

Some say jealousy is an ugly trait. Well, they haven't been in a relationship with Korea's top choreographer. And they especially haven't met Tatter. That bitch is like a roach that won't die. I've tried on multiple occasions to bring up the issue to Bada, though she just gives me constant reassurance. Most would be satisfied with that, "Baby, you're the only woman for me. You're the only one I see. I don't even waste my time thinking about anyone else."

Now, sure, that's amazing, and I love her for that until Tatter steps doing some shit. From the fake tears to looking out for hugs and kisses on the cheek. It's like she lives off the attention. She is sneaky with it, waiting til she believes I'm no longer in the room. Out of site out of mind for her. It's hard to talk to Bada about it, though. She sees Tatter as her little sister. Sadly, Tatter doesn't share the same mindset. Even going as far to fake as being insecure in situations gets some attention.

You see one thing I had to get used to wad the touchy movements. I mean I had met BEBE before I was dating Bada. Even then it was a bother to me. I'm not a touchy person, but Tatter sure is. The slick shit she does when she thinks I'm not around is so fucking funny.

Bada- Baby, if you not busy you can come to the studio with me to keep me company. Seems I'm gonna be here longer then I thought.

I glance down at my phone and see a notification. "Oo, it's from my girl." I say will getting so excited. She has been so busy with work. I miss her. I look down at the message and smile and immediately start getting ready. As we have already established, I'm down bad for this woman. Shit, on our first date, just watching her order food had me fucking wet. How can someone be so fucking beautiful?

I grab a pair of sweatpants that are obviously not mine. In my defense, nothing I wear is mine anymore these days. Then, I put on a top that's basically just a nipple cover at this point. I mean, sue me, it's hot as shit in Korea right now. I then start to get some snacks and making sure to grab my keys and make my way out the door.

Talia- Aww someone misses me. I'll be there soon are the girls there?

Bada- No, everyone left just me, and I need motivation, baby. Hurry up.

I get in the car, making my way to the nearest chicken spot. Got to make sure to get her favorite. And grab a couple of cokes. Then, I start to make my way over to Bada. It's takes about 30 minutes before I sit in the parking lot of JustJerk building, I grab everything inside the car and walk to the entrance. I'm greeting by Gina, the receptionist at the front desk, asking me how my day was and what not. I always feel bad because I can never remember her name. Then, after our little chat, I walked towards Bada's studio. It wasn't hard to find its it seemed she was the only one who was still working. I walk inside with a struggle, "carrying all this fucking food."

I was busy trying to finish working on the choreography for NCT's newest comeback, which I was almost done with until I heard laughing. I turn around and spot my girlfriend. I ran over to her, picking her up and spinning her around the room. "You took forever, I thought you changed your mind about coming." I tell her with a slight pout on my face. She grabs my cheeks, smashing them together, "I would've told you if I changed my mind. Now, before you ran over here like you were raised without any home training, I was carrying so found for you, Ms. Lee, that has now landed on the floor. It better still be good." I place her down, before looking at the floor see the boxes of chicken, "Baby, you didn't have to get me food." She grabs my cheeks again. "Of course, I did. You sit in here all day overworking yourself. And neglecting your health at times. So, you will eat, plus this can be like a little date for us. " I smile at her before hugging her. I truly do love this girl.

"What would I do without you?" I know I tell myself that every day." We then sit there telling each other about our days, how she is struggling in her classes at time, but then she takes breaks and remembers it's not the end of the world. Maybe I should do that. Before we can continue, the door opens. "Tatter? I thought you left and went home for the day." I look over a Talia hoping praying that Tatter leaves before some shit goes down. Talia and Tatter have created this unspoken beef, but for my sake, they keep it cool, sometimes. "Oo, yea, so while I was on my way home, I realized the reason we were struggling with the dance was because the moves are clean. Like they are sloppy. So I came back here to help you with it?" I stare at her, smiling slightly, but before I can tell her to politely leave, Talia speaks up.

"Hello Tatter, nice to see you too. How are you? That's great. I'm doing just fine. Thanks for asking. It's so nice that you take time out of your busy schedule and acknowledge my existence." She says bitterly. Tatter just looks at her and smiles, "O, sorry Tania, I didn't see you there." "it's Talia you knew that though bitch." I look at both of them already seeing where this conversation is heading. "Tatter l, thanks for stopping by. But, I think we should just worry about that tomorrow. Today's been a long day. I see Talia getting ready to make a slick ass remark so I stop her, "Talia don't fucking start. Tatter leave. Now." She rushes out, looking sad, and I turn around to see Talia getting up and leaving.

She rushes to the bathroom and tries to lock me out before I catch the door and push her inside. "Wow Bada how fucking nice of you to welcome yourself. She basically comes in this bitch throwing shots at me and leaps on to you making it see as if im not in the fucking room and your response is Talia dont start. Great job on making your girlfriend feel secure in her relationship." I stand there staring at her before grabbing her hips and placing her on the vanity area. She stops her little rant and simply glares at me. "I was trying to calm the situation before you started coming at each other physically. I know how you are, baby. That would've ended well." I grab her chin titling her head upwards to make eye contact.

"I know how she feels about me. I'm not slow, I'm aware. But I've told you I only have eyes for you, plus it is hard to look anywhere else when you show up taking care of me." I push myself against her. She drives me fucking insane, those big glossy lips, her fucking curly hair sitting at the top of her head in a slick bun. And those big beautiful eyes are just so ready for me to do anything to her. "I'm sorry baby, how about you let me make it up to you, huh? Gonna make you feel so good you know I always do." I slowly start kissing her neck while moving my hand down to her pants.

"You look so fucking good baby, my good girl right?" She sits there nodding her head in a daze. I grab her underwear and push them aside making my way directly to her clit, then I start to press down on it causing her to grab my arms. I'm sitting here whimpering, trying to reach my neck to pull me down for me kiss. "Please... please Bada just fucking put them inside." She tells me while trying to cover up her moans. I immediately stop. "Baby, you know I like to listen. How am I supposed to know I'm doing a good job? Come on baby, be a good girl and move those hands for me. Don't you want my apology, yea? I know you do, baby. She starts to hide in my neck, moaning. "Sound so good, sweet girl. Just sit back and let me make it up to you."

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gavisuntiedboot · 2 years ago

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Blue raspberry (Gavi x Reader)

28 day writing prompt challenge - prompts are here

Day 11: Late night McDonald's run

Warning: mentions/ alluding to eating disorders! Mentions of being scared to eat certain foods! If you're not comfortable please don't read!

"Pablo, I'm here, but they won't let me come into the parking lot because they don't recognize my car, so you're going to need to come up to."

"I'm walking up to you right now. Pull over to the side."

You moved your car from in front of the barrier to wait as close as possible on the side of the road. Despite the fact that it was 9:15pm, there were still about a dozen fans waiting to see the players emerge, hoping to get photos and autographs. You saw Gavi's hooded figure emerge, and he looked for your car. You flashed your lights to notify him where you were, but you notified the fans as well. They ran over and swarmed him, making it almost impossible to get to you. He took a few pictures and signed a few shirts before security intervened, separating him from his loyal supporters.

He got into your car and threw his backpack over his shoulder into the back seat, sighing and sinking into the seat. There was a path for you drive between the fans, and so you left Camp Nou and the flashes of iPhones behind you.

"Great. Now my Ford is going to be all over Twitter. People will want to get pictures with Gavi's chauffer. I'll never have a moment of peace."

He let out a tired laugh and pulled his hood down, finally relaxing as you hit the road.

"First of all, you already stick out for driving this obnoxiously American car in the middle of Spain. And second, why didn't you just tell security you were here to pick me up?"

"Gavi, can you imagine if security just let random girls in if they said they were there to see you? You would have been kidnapped a long time ago."

You rarely ever picked up Gavi. Your relationship was still relatively new, and he didn't want you to be hounded by the press and by people on social media making unfounded and nasty comments. Plus, he usually had a ride. He often arrived and left with Pedri, who was all too happy to have some company on his way to work in the mornings. If not Pedri, then another member of the squad (or even a member of staff) was always happy to make sure he got to and from practice safely (and didn't get snatched by a random fan).

But today, he was just in the worst mindset. It was freezing in Barcelona, and he hated to practice in the cold. As usual, he was slipping and sliding around the field, even more than usual due to the rain of the previous night. He was cold and wet, and he was being constantly critiqued by the coaching staff because he was just not in top form today. To make matters worse, he was starving. He had been following Robert's "healthy diet" advice, but sometimes he got so fixated on not eating the wrong thing that he just forgot to eat altogether. He had finished some weight training and was ready to hit the shower and go home when he got the news from Pedri.

"The Adidas reps are coming over to get me fitted for some new boots. I wont be leaving until 10:30."

Gavi almost cried at the news that he was going to be held at the Camp so late. He was exhausted. He was cold. He wanted to see his girlfriend. And so he swallowed his pride and called you, asking you to rev up the gas-guzzler and pick him up, even if it meant being photographed together.

"Mi corazón, are you okay? You're giving off more distressed vibes than usual."

"Honestly, I don't know," he replied, turning to look at you. "I've just been feeling drained and down. Everything is irritating me and I just want to sit in bed and do nothing."

A moment of silence passed. You didn't know what to say. You understood how Pablo felt: it was hard living up to so much pressure and expectations, and even if it wasn't full-blown depression, it was enough to make you worried. You didn't want these feelings to start interfering with his day-to-day, because you knew that would just make him feel worse. You weren't a therapist, but you wanted to do whatever you could to provide him with a little bit of comfort.

"... do you want to go to McDonald's?"

"What?" He said, looking over at you with his eyebrows stitched together in confusion, like you had asked the question in a different language.

"Well I mean when I've had a shit day I usually find myself in the McDonald's drive-thru. Nothing makes me feel as good as a 9-piece nugget meal and an Oreo McFlurry. But if you just want to go home I can just take you home."

"I... don't even remember the last time I went to McDonald's."

"Are you being serious?"

"Yeah. I eat a lot at the club and have my macros tracked by the nutritionists there. And then usually I'm with the boys and Eric or someone else cooks. And I don't have a car, so it prevents me from coming here for a McChicken whenever I want."

You drove for a few more minutes before turning into the drive through.

"Welcome to McDonald's what can I get for you?"

You placed your order, going a little overboard and getting everything that looked somewhat appealing. You turned to Gavi.

"What do you want?"

"All that food was for you?!"

"Quickly."

"Um... maybe I just get a small fries. I don't want to ruin all the work I've done by pigging out."

You looked at Gavi with wide eyes. It was dawning on you how much he was actually worried about his eating habits for fear of being ridiculed by the club.

"For him can I get a large McChicken meal with a blue raspberry slushie and- M&Ms or Oreo?"

"What?"

"Hurry up Pablo or we'll be here all night. M&Ms or Oreo?"

"But I- fine. Oreo."

"And an Oreo McFlurry. That's all"

You left the speaker, waiting in line to pay, and you looked over at Pablo, whos cheeks were bright red. He was looking directly in front of him, avoiding eye contact with you.

"What's wrong Pablito? You just said you liked McChickens."

"I do amor, that's not the problem." He said, looking at you. You took his hand in yours and laced your fingers together.

"It's just been a long time since I let myself eat this kind of stuff. And I mean I know that one time will be fine but I just... I don't know how to not feel guilty for having fried food for the first time in like a year."

You brought his hand up to your lips and kissed it gently, rubbing the back of it with your thumb.

"Pablo, you guys just won the Spanish Supercup less than a month ago - and you were in top form might I add. I know it's hard to let yourself have simple pleasures, but you deserve to have things that make you happy every now and then. And plus, this meal is probably better for you than two beers."

He smiled widely, leaning over to give you a gentle kiss. You reciprocated, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips against yours until the car behind you honked, causing you both to swiftly pull away.

You moved to the window, pulling out your wallet to pay.

"Corazón, you don't have to pay for the food. I can get it."

"Oh my God Pablo Gavi?"

He had forgotten to pull his hood up, and now the man at the window looked ready to faint. Pablo panicked. He did not want to be photographed in this moment.

"Why don't you get something for him to sign for you?" You asked sweetly, and Gavi squeezed your arm, greatful for your quick thinking. The employee ran off to find something for Gavi to sign.

"I think my card fell in my bag. Pablito, can you open up my McDonald's app on my phone so I can get the reward points?"

The employee returned, hands shaking as he handed you a shirt and a Sharpie for Gavi. The app lit up Gavi's face and just before he gave you the phone, his eyes got wide.

"Bebe, why do you have 7,000 McDonald's points."

".... I'm sad often. Hurry up and sign the shirt."

You got your food and drove back to Pablo's house.

"It's your obligation as a passenger to eat fries out of the bag while they are hot, and occasionally feed some to me." You said playfully. He smirked at you, grabbing some fries and taking a bite.

"Fuck."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just forgot how good fat and salt are."

At Pablo's house, he tried to set the food on the table, but you stopped him, grabbing the bag and skipping over to the couch. You set the food out on the coffee table and dimmed the lights.

"Why do the lights have to be off for us to eat?" Pablo asked, sitting on the couch and putting one arm around you, pulling you close.

"Because it's more freeing. Don't look and hyper-analyze what you're eating, Pablo. Just eat until you're full."

You unwrapped the burger and handed it to Pablo, following quickly with your own food. You put on an episode of your favorite show, and you two just sat and ate and cuddled. After 5 or 6 episodes, the food was cleared, and you and Pablo had situated yourselves on the couch. He was laying in your arms, and you alternated between eating ice cream yourself and feeding him spoonfuls.

"Bebe, I have a question?"

"Yes mi amor?"

"How did you know I was going to like blue raspberry?"

"Because you have the taste buds of a 5 year old, just like me. Why? Did you like it?"

"I loved it. I'm going to go and buy myself one every time I score a goal."

"Can I get in on this deal? I also like slushies."

"Of course mi corazón. How else am I going to get to the McDonald's? You'll be driving."

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A/N: Hey y'all! Hope you enjoyed this one. Inspired by my own late night McDonald's run (which actually tragically ended w me spilling half the food on the floor). If you haven't had a blue raspberry slushie from McDonald's (and it's available where you are) go get one. I have met so many athletes who have this mentality around fast food, and so I wanted to give a little bit of a different perspective. Anyways, I've really been enjoying this prompt challenge. I hope you are too. Please leave any comments or feedback here or in my asks, and see y'all later!

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aheathen-conceivably · 4 months ago

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Now that we know a little more, clearly Gio is pretty ticked off with the situation - considering the feelings that he has about his and Jo’s relationship already, combined with the guilt and likely irritation of her finding out about his lying, now also combined with her demanding part ownership of the ranch - he doesn’t have a lot of leg to stand on. He has to just, deal with it, because it IS all their lives’ on the line, and nothing he’s tried to do has worked. I voted for Zelda to be most pissed, but I think she and Antoine are really just sad for now, so Gio might run away with the title after all 😭

Oh HELLO my friend! I love that we’re still playing the game of “Who Will Snap First!” (Game show pending). You’re hella right about one thing, as things shift and move, everybody’s numbers start to kind of adjust don’t they? Cause ahem, yeah, Gio is ~not pleased~ at the moment, and like you said, he doesn’t even feel like he has the “right” to be angry (which is its own sort of compounding factor, isn’t it?).

Is it time for a Gio deep dive? Welp. Gather one gather round my darlings because you know I can never resist….

Ted Talk with a Heathen! (Obviously under the cut because I’m a madlad)

First and foremost let me say that for whatever else Jo may do or how she demanded it, she is damn right not to pay off a loan without some legal backing in return. Now does she know this? For sure. But does she also know that she did it to get under Gio’s skin in a way that nothing else could? Absolutely. I’ve talked about it a little here, but Gio’s entire mindset is wrapped up in this farmhouse. It is his American dream. We also need to remember that he did what he said he never would in order to get the money to buy it, which is involve himself in his family bootlegging back in the 1920s. He even admitted to Antoine that after their one deal he tried to get out, but “once they get their teeth into you, once they know where you are, they don’t let you stop.” So Gio saved up this money by going against his own moral code and then ran from it to a place he thought he could establish himself as a “legitimate” American.

And I know yall like to rag on him about “making bad choices,” and while that’s partially true, Gio is just horribly, horribly unlucky. Buying land in the American West was incredibly fortuitous at one point in history, and it’s these stories that prompted Gio to do this at all. He’s an example of how not only can we buy into propaganda with our money and our dreams, but how they intersect with historical circumstances in ways far beyond our control or predictions.

Now to add to this, Gio knows what Jo has just done. She’s essentially taken part of what’s incredibly personal and precious to him as “payment” for what he did to her: which was trying to control her into fitting neatly into his dream when she had told him no multiple times before. In doing so he took away what was most precious to her: control and autonomy over her own life. It’s why he’s not really fighting her, and that deep seated Catholic guilt is simply telling him that this is retribution. But you can only write off someone else’s actions as righteous for so long, can’t you? And to make matters worse, let’s not forget….

Gio is not stupid. He knows something is going on between Jo and Val. How much of him thinks it’s just flirtation? How much of it is genuine or is just Jo once again trying to “get back at him”? But he’s staying quiet about it for a reason, most likely the same reason he’s willing to roll over and let Jo take 1/4th ownership of his dream. He’s motivated by guilt and ideas of righteous payback, yes, but he’s also taking a gamble that Jo is working through his betrayal in a way that he has to let her get through, and he’s attempting to let go of control to show her that he won’t do it again.

Essentially, he’s overcompensating for his actions and using his own compliance as a sort of “play” in their game to keep the other person where they want them. Is this potentially more motivated by love and less problematic than him directly lying to her to get her to stay? Y’all can make the call on that, but now at the very least, he’s the one suffering for it rather than her.

Now with all that going on, how far is this man willing to bend? How intuitive is Jo to when she’s pushed him too far and how much of her even gives a damn? Welp. There’s your questions on today’s episode of 1930s: Arc Two! Who Will Snap First? with more info coming at you tomorrow! 🫡

#thank you for attending #Ted talk with a heathen #I love the morally grey I love it #almost as much as I love mess #Giorgio Mistretta extra #gif warning #man on the edge warning #also I didn’t even touch on Antoine and Zelda being just sad #cause uh #yes currently #but Antoine honey your sister just stabbed you in the back and put you in a corner real good there huh #😬😬😬

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Sonic Cyber Revolution, Entry 61: What I'm Here For

''I don't care what you're thinking as you turn to me. 'Cause what I have in my two hands is enough to set me free (set me free). I could fight the feeling to resist it over time. But when it's just too much to take, you sneak up from behind. Is it me, you say, you're looking for? Let me show you who I am and what I'm here for... (here for)!''

– What I'm Made Of (Shadow Remix) by Sonic Heroes (Zarkator Cover, Sonic X Shadow Generations, Theme of Neo Metal Sonic)

xXxXxXx

Sonic took a deep breath, smiling contently as he stretched on the tree branch he was lying on and feeling the warm rays of the sun warming his body in patches as the tree crown partially obscured the light. He was in Heizeru Park, him and his friends having returned home a couple of days ago, and he had to admit that, while their little adventure in the Surya Empire was quite exciting, he was genuinely happy to be back in Starpoint Area, and more importantly, on solid land. Despite the fatigue he felt due to the jet lag, he immediately ran off the moment they landed at the airport near Neos City, rushing into freedom. It appeared that none of his teammates minded it, as they were also tired and happy to be back home, and when Sonic crashed on the couch again, he woke up the next day in his bedroom, realizing Lucas carried him over when he was completely knocked out.

The next day, they met up with Omega, who bitterly recounted how nothing had happened in the past few days and got really annoyed when he talked about Metal Sonic rejecting a battle with him. Sonic had to admit that it was a bit strange to see the normally headstrong robot go through such a range of emotions, but considering how he was disappointed that he couldn't get to destroy any Eggman robots – even more when Silver innocently mentioned they came across robots during their adventure – it wasn't really surprising. At least Touka managed to comfort him by patting him on the back in a compassionate manner and promising they'll call him immediately if Eggman decided to attack them. Her promise did manage to cheer him up.

Nevertheless, it appeared that Eggman, or Metal Sonic and Ferra for that matter, have taken note of Team Neos' return, as no attack had happened, which was fine with the rest of the team. They just wanted to have a day off when they could relax. Sonic had the same mindset, except the time he needed to relax was much shorter, so he bounced back almost immediately and was ready for another adventure. However, it appeared that none of his friends could match his energy, let alone were ready to get back into action and preferred to just have a quiet day.

Well, save for one.

''I wonder why Metal Sonic was so insistent on fighting me,'' Sonic said, seemingly talking to no one.

''I could think of a few reasons, but considering how Metal Sonic views you, none of them are particularly flattering,'' Shadow responded in a calm and matter-of-fact, but slightly deadpan tone, causing Sonic to snort in amusement, well aware what he meant. He glanced below, taking note of Shadow sitting below the branch Sonic was lying on, and reading a novel he had downloaded on his AR Visor while Sonic was taking a nap. Sonic knew that, to anyone alse, Shadow sounded rather contemptous, if not outright rude, but to him, this was just another snarky remark typical for his rival.

After all, they were still navigating through their new dynamic, trying to figure out how to interact with each other. They actually had one of their usual battles just earlier, albeit with an added condition. It wasn't really a rule they had set up, but more of a silent agreement that happened naturally when during the battle, one of them would win by pinning the other down and then promptly kiss the loser. The first time it happened, both were caught a little off guard, as they were still feeling a strong surge of adrenaline, as well as affection for each other, but one glance was enough for them to agree that this was something they both wanted, as it made things even more exciting for both.

That, and Sonic loved seeing the normally guarded and careful Shadow acting more on impulse.

Sonic hummed for a moment, reminding himself that being openly affectionate, especially in a romantic sense, was still new to both of them, and they exploring the situation within a space they were comfortable with. He had to admit that it also felt a little ironic, maybe even comical, that even though they knew exactly how they felt about each other, they would at times act as if they had no clue why they had the sudden urge to just kiss. This would lead to them trying to suppress whatever they felt in the moment and act like nothing happened. It couldn't be helped, but that didn't prevent the loser of the battle from feeling annoyed, especially when he was in mood for some affection while his partner was flustered by the whole thing.

Rest assured, Sonic was already silently plotting his revenge on Shadow denying him that affection, especially after seeing his rival staring at him with a smug grin after pinning him down on the ground.

''Well, my assumption is that Metal just wants to have another go at proving himself to be the real Sonic,'' Sonic replied, crossing his arms behind his back and leaning against the tree. ''That won't work, because we all know there is only one Sonic in existence.''

''I agree. After all, one Faker is already enough for me to deal with,'' Shadow replied in a deadpan tone, but the corners of his lips curved slightly upwards. Sonic rose an eyebrow, Shadow's comment leaving him wondering. Then, he smirked.

''Right, which is why you chose me as your boyfriend,'' Sonic said in a snarky tone, leaping off the branch and leaning against the tree, his arms folded as he gave Shadow a smug look. ''After all, there is no one who could replicate my unique and irresistible charm and handsome looks.''

Shadow rolled his eyes, trying to morph the earlier smirk into a frown. He was well aware where this was going as he closed the holographic screen and stood up, facing Sonic. He had to admit that he was getting a little bored and Sonic was clearly up for another challenge, so he was fine with engaging in some pre-battle banter.

''Don't get too arrogant, Hedgehog, else-''

Before Shadow could even finish his sentence, he was caught off guard by Sonic as the cupped his muzzle and pulled him into a warm and longing kiss. He could feel fluttering in his chest, which turned into a flaring sensation when Shadow returned the kiss, even pulling him closer by wrapping his arm around Sonic's waist. Sonic couldn't help but chuckle softly when he saw Shadow's expression after they broke off the kiss. His tan muzzle was tinted red, and it was clear that he was flustered by this, but at the same time, he managed to keep this serious and unamused look on his expression, growing more and more irritated when Sonic laughed louder and louder.

''Are you serious?!'' Shadow suddenly shouted at him angrily, but that didn't stop Sonic's heartful laughter. The azure hedgehog was well aware that Shadow was just angry because he was caught off guard like this. Shadow then scoffed, folding his arms, trying to regain his composture. Sonic's laughter finally died down and he grinned.

''Not so smug now, are we?'' Sonic replied, with Shadow understanding why Sonic did this, and sighed in defeat.

''I suppose you're satisfied now,'' Shadow responded. Sonic gave him a simple and innocent smile.

''You know, I'm not the only charming and irresistible and handsome hedgehog here, so I just had to find a way to make that clear,'' Sonic told him in a sincere tone.

He could see Shadow's eyes widen slightly, and a tint of red spread across his tan muzzle once again, his expression softening and a shy smile forming on his lips. Sonic considered this to be a victory, feeling quite proud of himself to be one of the handful people capable of making Shadow smile sincerely. He also had to admit that he absolutely adored the way Shadow looked at him, well aware that those kinds of gazes were reserved only for him and he cherished them dearly.

''You are worth all of the trouble, regardless of how difficult things get,'' Shadow told him.

Sonic beamed at him, a sense of joy swelling in his chest and he leaned closer, the familiar scent of lavender filling the air as he intertwined his fingers with Shadow's… only for their ears to twitch when they heard people cry for help, causing both of them to snap out of their current state.

''I guess this is what you call 'impeccable timing','' Sonic said in a slightly dry tone, the sense of joy he felt earlier vanishing instantly. However, he quickly bounced back to his usual chipper mood, and winked at Shadow. ''Wanna bet that Eggman is causing trouble again?''

''That is the most logical answer in this situation,'' Shadow replied, with the two immediately rushing towards where they heard the cries for help.

They ended up on the other side of Heizeru Park, where they saw people running away from Egg Pawns. Sonic smirked, quickly rushing towards them and crushing an Egg Pawn with his spin attack, while Shadow threw a Chaos Spear at another. Sonic then followed his attack by a spin-dashing right into the Egg Pawn that sneaked up behind Shadow.

''Is it just me, or is trashing those Badniks getting a bit too easy?'' Sonic said, ignorant to the fact that an Egg Pawn was creeping up on him. However, Shadow did, spin-dashing into the Egg Pawn and ripping the cords out for good measure. Shadow frowned, staring back at Sonic.

''You were saying?'' Shadow asked in a deadpan tone. Sonic just gave him a sheepish look, with the two quickly finishing off the rest of the Egg Pawns. They then looked around, with this area of the park being mostly empty due to everyone running off the moment they saw the Badniks, leaving both of them with an eerie feeling.

''Say, isn't this Eggman's cue to appear and throw an even bigger robot at us?'' Sonic asked, staring at the remnants of the Egg Pawns.

''I agree. The Doctor would've done much more than this if he actually wanted to do some damage,'' Shadow replied. Sonic hummed in thought.

''Maybe this was supposed to be our 'Welcome Home Committe','' Sonic suggested, grinning, while Shadow rose an eyebrow as the azure hedgehog crossed his arms behind his head. ''From what we know about Omega's encounter with Metal Sonic and Ferra, the two probably told Eggman that we were gone, and now he's aware that we're back.''

''If that's the Doctor's idea of welcoming us back, then we should remain alert,'' Shadow replied, folding his arms across his chest, his expression now serious. Sonic shrugged.

''Well, it's Eggman. I don't think he'll do something without broadcasting it all over city, so we will be alerted one way or another.'' Sonic gave Shadow a carefree look.

''This wasn't what I… Never mind,'' Shadow sighed, shaking his head and realizing that he shouldn't argue with Sonic over this, as he knew better, and decided to act instead. ''Do you want to sweep the city for any Badnik activity?''

Sonic nodded confidently. ''Of course I want to. If we come across any, we'll keep score of who destroys more.''

With that said, both rushed off, not even noticing Ferra gazing at them from a distance.

xXx

''Thank you for helping us out,'' Vector said as he, Espio and Charmy entered the Taylor Workshop, with Vector carrying a bag.

''No problem,'' Tails replied, welcoming them inside the workshop. ''You know that you can always ask us for help.''

''Right, so what we can do for you? You told us that you have been investigating something,'' Warren said.

''Yeah,'' Vector replied, him and Espio sitting down on the couch, while Charmy decided to buzz around, looking at Tails' and Warren's inventions. ''We had to investigate several disappearances of ARNavs, which led us to some kind of underground fighting ring.''

''What?!'' Tails and Warren were stunned by this revelation.

''The kidnapped ARNavs have been put into a battle against robots which were built to look more like a chimera than anything we have seen,'' Espio added in clarification. Vector then patted the bag he had brought along.

''We managed to scrap the robots, and when we asked the guy where he even got the robots, he told us he was supplied by someone named Mr. Grip. We looked into him, but-'' Vector was suddenly cut off by Charmy who flew right between him and Tails and Warren.

''He doesn't exist! It's a fake name!'' Charmy said. ''That's why we brought all the robot parts to you!''

''I see. You want us to identify where those robot parts came from,'' Tails said.

''If you can. The trail on the supplier went cold, so this is all that we have,'' Vector replied, with Tails pointing to the nearby work table.

''Put it over there,'' he said, reaching for the bag after Vector put it on the table, him and Warren examining each piece carefully. Both of them furrowed a brow after placing all the parts on the table and sorting them out, with the detectives observing the two.

''Have you found something?'' Espio asked curiously.

''Well, we would need a bit more time, but these parts look really familiar,'' Warren replied, picking up a piece, then pointed at a CPU. ''This is actually a CPU used by Eggman for his Badniks. I've seen this type in the Egg Pawns.''

''So, Eggman is Mr. Grip?'' Charmy asked, completely shocked by this reveal.

''I have my doubts about this,'' Vector suddenly said. ''Why would Eggman supply some random criminal with his own technology? That doesn't sound like him.''

''I agree, especially when you consider that these parts belonged to the Buddy Bots the Tamago Corporation had created a while ago,'' Tails said, drawing everyone's attention. He then pointed at one pile. ''In fact, a lot of these parts seem to have damage that was fixed hastily.'' He frowned. ''It's pretty shoddy work.''

''In other words, those parts aren't new?'' Espio asked, with Tails shaking his head. Vector hummed in thought.

''In conclusion, Eggman isn't supplying any of his own tech to outsiders, but instead, someone is stealing scrapped Badnik parts and selling them to others. Not only that, but they also made the effort to steal Tamago Corporation tech as well,'' Vector said.

''Didn't the Tamago Corporation clean up and recalled all of the Buddy Bots?'' Espio asked.

''They did, but it is possible that they missed some of them. The Buddy Bots were scattered all over Neos City,'' Vector pointed out.

''Vector is right,'' Tails said, adding, ''And that's not even counting the Buddy Bots we personally destroyed. Anyone could've picked them up and taken them away.''

''I suppose we would go and ask at the Tamago Corporation to see whether they have any records of stolen Buddy Bots,'' Espio suggested.

''That sounds like a good plan!'' Charmy chimed in.

''There is something that bothers me,'' Vector suddenly said, surprising everyone. ''Why would they just steal robots from Eggman and the Tamago Corporation? I assume there are other companies who manufucture robots.''

''Maybe it's because it's easy to steal from Eggman, since he always leaves his Badniks lying around?'' Charmy suggested.

''I think there is another reason for why they would specifically steal those from Eggman and the Tamago Corporation,'' Warren said, drawing their attention. ''Both of them are known to produce robots of the highest quality. The Tamago Corporation has, in fact, a monopoly on this, both hardware and software that is being used by almost everyone. As for Eggman, we already know that, while we are more than able to trash his robots, if someone else confronted them, they would have a lot of difficulty.'' He then turned to the patched remains of the Badnik. ''Even if the repairs were shoddy, you can tell that the robot was made by someone who values good quality and in better hands, it would've been restored to its original form.'' Warren then noticed the moment of silence, realizing everyone as staring at him and gave the group a confused look. ''What's wrong?''

''You sounded like you're praising Eggman for his work,'' Vector pointed out. Warren gave them a sheepish look.

''Well, he may be our enemy, but that doesn't mean that I cannot appreciate his work in the robotics industry,'' Warren replied, scratching the back of his head. ''My grandfather had told me that he had rivals in his field of work, and while some didn't hide their own jealousy of his work, he still would praise them for their accomplishments.'' His expression then changed to a confident one, and he fist-pumped. ''After all, an engineer should take pride in their creations and learn from and appreciate the creations of others. The only reason society has advanced so far is because we built on the creations of our predecessors.''

He then paused, glancing around and noticing the stunned look everyone gave him, only to feel a little embarrassed, realizing he got carried away by his speech. Tails then gave him a wide smile.

''I agree,'' he said, with Warren just smiling in response.

xXx

Silver was sitting on a bench at the botanical garden, reading the message he had gotten from Blaze, feeling quite happy about it, his heart warm. They had agreed to remain in contact and message regularly about anything that happened in their lives, especially since both Blaze and Sana wanted to get more involved, even if they lived in a different country and had their own duties to attend to.

''Anything new?'' Makoto asked, approaching Silver.

''Blaze said that they found another AR Field and plan on investigating it. She believes it might be another Sol Emerald,'' Silver replied.

''Sounds to me like they're going to have another adventure,'' Makoto said, humming in thought. ''I wonder why the Sol Emeralds actually remained in comparison to the Chaos Emeralds.''

''I don't know, and neither does Blaze, but she told me that she feels as if she'd find the answer if she gathers all of them,'' Silver replied, closing the holographic screen and getting on his feet. He gave Makoto a confident look. ''While she is busy with the Sol Emeralds, I will keep my part of the promise and protect the future from any kind of danger.''

Makoto was about to respond, when suddenly, both of them heard people shouting. They quickly ran towards the source of the noise, only to spot Egg Pawns marching towards the main building. Upon seeing this, Silver gave Makoto an anxious look. ''I hope I didn't just jinx us.''

''Don't worry. At this point, we should just get used to Dr. Eggman attacking us for whatever reason,'' Makoto assured them. Silver nodded, with both rushing towards the Egg Pawns, which suddenly found themselves lifted and crushed by a wave of cyan energy. It was a small group, but Makoto did scan around for any stragglers, only to spot Ferra standing nearby, staring at them. He had no idea why, but he felt a sudden chill due to just how intense her gaze was. Despite being well aware that Metal Sonic was also probably nearby, he still decided to confront her.

''Ferra, why are you attacking us?'' Makoto asked, stepping towards her. Ferra seemingly ignored the question, as well as the trashed Egg Pawns, and walked up to them instead, with Makoto and Silver giving her a suspicious look.

''It was rude of you and your friends to leave without telling me anything,'' Ferra told him, folding her arms as she stood before the two. Makoto and Silver gave her confused looks.

''No offense, but why should we tell you anything about where we're going?'' Makoto asked. Ferra tilted her head.

''It would be a courtesy, but I suppose this is something I should've expected from Sonic,'' Ferra said, turning to Silver and suddenly grabbing his arm, leaving both Makoto and Silver stunned. She smirked. ''Nevertheless, I can still take what I want with no resistance.''

''Let go!'' Silver shouted, ripping his arm out of Ferra's grip. He felt chills flowing down his spine when he saw her ominous gaze. She looked as if she had just accomplished something. Ferra then turned on her heel and walked away.

''Hey, where are you going?'' Makoto shouted after her, but she ignored the two. Makoto turned to Silver, who placed his hand on his other arm, suddenly feeling cold. ''Silver, are you okay?''

''I-I don't know. This was really weird,'' Silver replied, his voice a mix of shock and confusion. He felt as if someone dumped a bucket of cold water over him.

xXx

''This place definitely doesn't look like a water deity rampaged through it… Oh, hey, Big!'' Minami lifted her hand to wave at the purple cat and his frog companion, who was sitting on the bank of Cosmo River, fishing as usual. Big waved back at Minami and Amy, who were accompanied by Cream and Cheese, with Cream holding a small flower crown.

The four had decided to visit the area that had been destroyed by Perfect Chaos, as per Cream's request. She had talked about how it was unfair that Gamma was destroyed by Perfect Chaos and how she wanted to thank him properly for the sacrifice, so she made a flower crown and asked Amy and Minami to accompany her and Cheese to the area. The group noted how, while the streets have been cleaned from the debris, there were still many destroyed buildings and it would take a while before they could complete any repairs. The group then joined Big and Froggy at the riverbank, staring into the water.

''Even though I know that this wasn't where Mr. Gamma sacrificed himself, I still think it is the best place to do this,'' Cream said, with her friends nodding in acknowledgement. She then turned towards the river, closing her eyes. ''I know that you were a robot created by Dr. Eggman and that you were supposed to be very mean to us. However, you showed your kind side, and I will always be thankful for your help. I hope you'll rest easy.'' She then threw the flower crown into the water, then took a deep breath and turned to Cheese, Amy and Minami. ''I'm done now.''

''Chao, chao?'' Cheese flew up to Cream, giving the rabbit a worried look.

''Don't worry Cheese, I'm fine,'' Cream said, clapsing her hands. ''I actually feel a little better now.''

''You know, I'm sure that Gamma would've appreciated your speech and the flower crown,'' Amy told her. Cream smiled in response, only to sniffle and wipe her eyes, blinking away the signs of tears. She then felt Amy patting her head, comforting her.

''If you want, we could go and…'' Before Minami could even finish her sentence, they were met by a sudden blast of energy. Even Big got on his feet, brandishing the fishing pole as if it was some kind of weapon. Fortunately, the blast didn't hit anyone, but it drew their attention, with the group realizing that Egg Pawns were walking towards them. Minami groaned in annoyance. ''You've got to be kidding me!''

xXx

Sonic was standing on top of a street light pole, keeping himself balanced surprisingly easily and looking around for any sign of trouble. However, all he saw was the usual hustle and bustle of the streets in Sentoraru. Feeling slightly disappointed, he climbed down the pole and just shrugged when Shadow turned to him. ''I didn't see anything.''

''That still doesn't mean that the Doctor isn't up to something,'' Shadow told him in a matter-of-fact tone. ''It doesn't make sense for him to just send his Badniks after us without any given reason.''

''I know…'' Sonic muttered, only to snort in amusement. ''This kinda feels like we're trying to solve a puzzle.''

''I suppose you could call it that,'' Shadow replied. He then beckoned Sonic to follow him, as they still had a lot of searching to do. They had just gone through one part of Sentoraru, and Neos City was huge, so it would take some time until they came across anything.

That is also why he felt quite suspicious when they came across Ferra after taking a shortcut through a narrow side alley. Sonic, on the other hand, was more surprised than suspicious.

''Oh, hey, Ferra!'' he said in a chipper tone. Even though the teenage girl was technically an enemy, he didn't feel any hostility towards her and was fine with greeting her in a casual manner. Shadow, however, remained on guard, his quills bristling as he felt that there was something off, especially when he saw the look Ferra gave them… or rather, the look she gave Sonic. Even if it wasn't directed towards him, Shadow could feel a chill creeping up his spine and turned to Sonic, who seemed to also feel unsettled.

''I finally found you,'' Ferra muttered, only to suddenly charge towards the two, startling both Sonic and Shadow, and managing to grab their arms.

''What are you doing?!'' Shadow growled, ripping his arm out of Ferra's grip and pushing her away, with her letting go off both him and Sonic, stumbling back. Instead of answering, Ferra just gave them a smirk, with the two hedgehogs wondering what was wrong with her. Before they could do anything, their environment suddenly changed, but their attention was still on Ferra.

''It was just a matter of time until we met again, my loathsome copy,'' she said, and to Sonic and Shadow's horror, she started to melt into a silver liquid, morphing into another, quite familiar shape.

''Metal Sonic?!'' Sonic exclaimed, stunned by what had happened. Shadow, on the other hand, immediately took a battle stance. ''But, how?''

''You will learn soon enough,'' Metal Sonic replied, only for Sonic to suddenly interrupt him.

''Wait, since when can you speak?'' he asked, only for Metal Sonic to shoot him a glare.

''That is what you're focusing on?'' Metal Sonic was a little disappointed.

''Well, yeah… I mean, you never talk, so this came as a bit of a shock to me,'' Sonic said, not noticing Shadow rolling his eyes and clearly sharing Metal Sonic's sentiment of where Sonic's priorities were. Sonic then smirked. ''But, that means that we can finally throw in some proper banter during our fights.''

''It is quite baffling how you can be so oblivious to your situation,'' Metal Sonic told Sonic, then glanced at Shadow when the dark hedgehog gave a sharp nod, apparently agreeing with the robot hedgehog. Metal Sonic turned back to his counterpart. ''Fortunately, this is something you won't have to worry about anymore. We will have our battle soon enough and then, I will prove my superiority!''

To Sonic and Shadow's surprise, Metal Sonic suddenly vanished, leaving them within an AR Field that resembled a coastal archipelago filled with ancient temples. Shadow's eyes narrowed as he turned to Sonic.

''We need to escape this AR Field and go after Metal Sonic,'' he said.

''I know, but, how do we get out of here? There doesn't appear to be an exit,'' Sonic said. Both hedgehogs looked around the AR Field, noting its size.

''We'll either find it or make an exit of our own,'' Shadow said. ''Keep up with me.''

Sonic nodded, him and Shadow dashing along the coastline.

xXx

Lucas was on his hoverboard, speeding down Eas and going towards Sentoraru. Despite wanting to have a quiet day, he jumped into action right after he got messages from Makoto, Minami and Touka, who was at the Solar Stadium, telling him about the Badniks that suddenly appeared in the city. Lucas sent Sonic a message, but the cobalt hedgehog didn't respond at all. This caused Lucas to worry, as he sensed that this wasn't an ordinary attack. He stepped on the accelerator, the speed of the hoverboard increasing, with the wind whistling in his ears. He did get a messages from Warren, Tails and Team Chaotix, as well as Lily and Knuckles, that they would meat up en route. He also knew that Minami and Amy were at Cosmo River with Cream, Cheese, Big and Froggy, while Touka was in Sentoraru, having left Solar Stadium after she got help from Omega and Rouge.

From the information he got, the attacks were rather unfocused, but always close to where Team Neos or their allies were. He had figured that Dr. Eggman was probably targeting them, a sentiment his friends echoed, but there was something that was bothering him. He didn't understand why Sonic wasn't responding to his calls, and from what Touka had told him, she couldn't reach Shadow either. It as possible that the two were in trouble, but Lucas believed that they could handle themselves. Nevertheless, this didn't stop him from worrying.

I hope you're okay, Sonic.

xXx

Ferra was sitting on top of a small building, staring ahead at the streets below and waiting patiently for someone to appear. It didn't take this person long, revealing himself to be Metal Sonic. Ferra smiled knowingly.

''I thought you'd take the opportunity to destroy Sonic and Shadow,'' Ferra told him. Metal Sonic gazed at his hand.

''I have all of their data, but I don't know whether that will be sufficient enough,'' Metal Sonic told her. ''I might need more power.''

''I see…'' Ferra muttered, feeling a little concerned. ''But, would more power be enough?'' Metal Sonic gave her a surprised look, with Ferra's eyes narrowing. ''They don't know yet what you're capable of, but I'm certain that they'll figure it out soon. We have two options here – either go full out on them, or keep the stakes low and test your current abilities.''

Metal Sonic lowered his head, silent for a moment. He gave no answer.

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secretwhumplair · 10 months ago

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Awakening

1,006 words | Mirai and the serpent king (sequel to Nightfall)

Content | Slavery, fear, nudity, non-con touch/kissing

Notes | Exciting developments! Mirai is introdused to his new living situation!

Taglist | @yet-another-heathen @echo-goes-aaa @whumpinator

»Good morning, Mirai.«

Mirai blinked his eyes open, and for a wonderful moment, he didn’t know where he was. He was comfortable and warm, and barely hurting or hungry. Someone had just softly called him by his actual name.

The first thing he saw, however, were smooth brown scales which started to shift as the serpent king leant over him and kissed his temple.

It took him several seconds after snapping back into his usual obedient, mercy-seeking mindset—with an aching sting through his chest from remembering something sweet and long-gone—before he remembered his new master wanted him to speak. »Good morning, Master.«

His voice was as wrecked as ever, and that fully grounded him back into reality.

»Have you slept well?« The serpent king’s fingers ran through his hair.

»Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.« It was true. He had been so exhausted that even surrounded by his terrifyingly overpowering and enigmatic master, he had slept deeply and dreamlessly.

And he was grateful for it.

»That’s good.« The serpent king cupped his cheek, kissed his forehead, and then got up out of the bed. »Get dressed. I will show you where you’ll live.«

Mirai was quick to obey, and while he closed the clasps of the excuse for clothing he had been given, the serpent king continued.

»There’s something important you need to know, Mirai. You will live with my other pretty things. You all are at liberty to interact with each other as each one involved pleases, but if someone hurts you in any way or makes you uncomfortable, you may tell me. If it cannot wait, you may tell the guards to tell me. I want all of you to be cared for and I will not tolerate bullying or petty games.«

Mirai looked up at him, a whole new world of worries suddenly opened up to him. »Th-thank you, Master.«

Once again, the serpent king must have sensed his fear. He smiled down at him. »Don’t worry, they’ll love you. But I want you to know you are not without recourse if anything happens.«

He led the way out of the room, and Mirai followed him, trying to shake his newfound anxieties.

»Further, if there is anything else you need or want, you may ask also. I may say no, but you will never be punished for inquiry.«

»Thank you, Master«, Mirai muttered, barely managing the words out loud. There was a lump in his throat. This all sounded so good.

There had to be a catch somewhere.

The serpent king brought him to a door flanked by two guards, who bowed their heads respectfully, but not without giving Mirai curious glances. One opened and let them in.

The room was large, the side opposite the door once more consisting of arched windows, framed with heavy curtains on either side. Multiple doors lined the other walls, some ajar, others closed. The room was furnished with several tables, couches both after the fashion of the legged folk Mirai was familiar with, and designed as oval-shaped platforms similar to the throne, as well as various seat cushions. Shelves held board games, books, and other knickknacks. Lamps hung on the walls between the doorframes, albeit currently extinguished.

More than the design of the room itself, though, what caught Mirai’s attention were its occupants.

They were all very beautiful. It was about a dozen, half serpentkind, ranging in colour and size from a slender, brown-patched woman to an olive-green man spotted in yellow and black and larger than the biggest guard Mirai had seen yet, half humans, from a woman as blue-black as night with long, neat locs to a fire-headed man as pale as birch bark. There was one slender-legged, shiny-coated bay centauress, and one other elf, bronze-skinned and curly-haired. His bright eyes found Mirai immediately, and Mirai could feel nothing but shame worse than the others put into him, even knowing they were in the same position.

Well, they weren’t, truly. This stranger, most likely, could sing.

All were dressed in attire somewhat similar to his, terribly exposed, but each different from one another, clearly designed to suit the person it adorned.

And all turned towards the opening door, looking curiously at the serpent king or the new slave he had brought.

Mirai felt awfully exposed; for a moment he had the childish impulse to hide behind his master. But that was as ridiculous as it was stupid. These people were likely much less of a threat to him. He had lived in households with several slaves before; even if they couldn’t do anything to help one another—sometimes banned from even touching, all touch belonging to their masters—it had been a bittersweet comfort not to be alone in his misery.

Yet, that all meant he was even more worried about making a bad impression.

The serpent king did loop around Mirai once more. »This is Mirai, sweets. Rizi, will you show him around?«

A tawny-skinned human with soft black waves on their head nodded. »Of course, Master.« The fiery-coloured silk bands of their decor, Mirai noticed, framed a pair of fine scars crossing their chest; delicate enough to have been masterfully made without resistance, but not wholly removed by magic, the way the dog bites on Mirai’s skin had been. They smiled at Mirai, and Mirai felt a spark of comfort.

The serpent king moved away from around Mirai, then paused. »One more thing. You will have Hishissa lessons every day. This is your home now; I want you to learn the language. Do you know how to read and write?«

»Only… only Nirezali, Master.« He had not, when he was receiving what little education he got, expected to leave the country he had been born in. No one in his family had. How and why would they?

»Then you will have lessons in that also. Make yourself at home,« he added, smiling at him one last time. »Have a good day, sweets.«

And with that, he left him to the others.

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novashelby · 2 months ago

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I'm Not Your Wife, I'm Your Daughter-Part IV

Pairing: Tommy Shelby & Daughter!OC-Evelyn...non-romantic.

Warnings: Mention of abuse, assault, prostitution.

Word Count: 3,452

Chapters: I,II,III

Summary: Evie gets herself in a little bit of trouble and has to call a certain someone for help, that may or may not be up to something.

Please enjoy, comment, and reblog.

Evelyn slammed the car door and jammed the key in, giving it a rough twist, but all was fed back in a gurgle. Sighing, she waited a moment and turned the key once more, and she felt the engine cry out. Fuck, she cursed, balling her fist and hitting it down on the leather wheel before resting her forehead. God, she begged. Why now? Why here? Taking a deep breath, she pulled out the key before shoving it back in, twisting it, holding it there, listening to the car dying worse than a suffocating bird. Releasing the key, Evelyn stared out into the distance through the rain speckled windshield. Her father always told her to take a nice deep breath before reacting-because every man in the family was a hypocrite, apparently.

“Alright,” she told herself, closing her eyes. Circling her mouth, she breathed in slowly, filling her belly with all that good air. She held it. 1, 2, 3, and exhale. She waited a moment, and nodded. “Okay, I’m gonna start the car and it’s going to work.” But when all she got was a hiss, Evelyn realized why her father threw shit when angry enough. “Really, God…really?” It took a minute for it to sink in. Evelyn balled her fist and threw it against the wheel. “ARGH!” She yelled before letting out a line of ahhhhhhhhhhhh. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Hitting the wheel once more, she closed her eyes, and sobbed. Violated was not a harsh enough word. Exposed? Naked and exposed? Wounds and scars unsewn, bleeding every intimate thought that ran through her.

Why me?

“God, I never done a fuckin’ bad thing in my fuckin’ life!” The rain began to crash down harder, the sky turning a murky, ugly gray. A perfect depiction of her life. “But I always get fucked…always.” She reached over to the passenger’s side for the metal compartment, unhooking it. She needed a pence for the trolley to the train station, but when it fell open, there was nothing inside except a blue ribbon, haunting her. She allowed it to sit there as it and her connected some type stare. It was the pretty blue, as Ruby called it…the blue that isn’t dark, but isn’t so light, either. A perfect middle, and ironically, the most expensive ribbon on the shelf.

“Are you sure you want this one, Ruby?”

“It’s the prettiest-”

“But that means we can’t get ice cream.”

“It’s okay.” She had smiled up at Evelyn, missing her right front tooth. “We’ll ask daddy for ice cream money.”

And he always did give ice cream money. But, that was usually left over in the car, never a ribbon. Ruby was always so particular about her things, unlike Evie, who insisted chaotic mess was the way to live. Ruby, however, always kept her pretty bows neatly organized on her wooden dresser. “Fuckin’ ‘ell,” she whispered, reaching over for it, hesitantly touching the silk. Her thumb caressed at the fabric before tucking it away in her purse.

Evelyn left the car, slamming the door behind her in search of the direction to the station. It’d take a good amount of time to walk it, but her legs were good for it. She asked a passerby for directions. It was an older woman walking some posh dog that looked like a toy of sorts. The scrunched look on her face told her it was an odd thing to walk so far. She simply pointed. “Helpful,” Evie smiled, but her tone didn’t match; dry. Very fucking helpful.

So fucking helpful that when she reached the top of the street, a rotary in the middle of some intersection, she looked back and considered asking Michael for a ride to the station. I rather traverse through the fuckin’ desert. But she questioned her mindset an hour in, doubting her legs were any better for walking than they were for sitting or laying. She looked around, absolutely no sound or sight signaling the presence of a fucking train station. She walked into a baker’s shop, and bluntly asked, “train station?”

The gentleman at the counter gave her a look. “Love, you want to go to the train station? It’s in the other direction…quite some ways back. Take ya’ at least a good two hours-”

“Fuck,” she cursed, lungs burned, throat needy for water. She leaned her head on the counter in defeat, closing her eyes. In a sigh, she asked, “do you have a telephone?” The gentleman gave her a last look before allowing her over the counter. There was a dial phone that the man was kind enough to hand to her. “Thank you,” she nodded and dialed Michael’s home.

“Gray household-”

“Fuck,” she cursed. “Hi, Gina, is Michael there?”

There was a pause before she asked, “are you going to ye-”

“It’s family business, Gina,” Evelyn interjected. “Please-”

“About? I’m his family, too, Evelyn-”

Evelyn rubbed her left temple, closing her eyes. “I need a ride to the train station, can he give me a..a ride?”

Michael agreed and met her at the bakery. When she slid into the passenger’s seat, she could hardly look at him, feeling a bit of defeat in her. “Don’t say anything-”

“It’s just a bit peculiar, is all,” he commented, turning off into the road. “That you’d come to my home, unexpectedly, and then yell at me about not only a kiss that I did eleven years ago, but also stealing a pile of garbage that I had no idea existed until you threw one at me…..”

“It’s not a pile of garbage,” she protested. “They’re my thoughts, my mind…it’s my past and my feelings. Not garbage-”

“Whatever they are, Evie, I didn’t take them,” he said, offering her a smoke, but she declined. “Never did have a taste for them, did you?”

“They smell.”

“Right,” he nodded. It was weird, considering it all. Considering that Michael was estranged from the family, and how fast it all happened. How the avalanche started with a sprinkle then collapsed all at once. He looked over at her. “I’m sorry, you know?”

Evelyn nodded. “For which incident?”

“For one, I should not have kissed you. It was stupid of me because you were thirteen, but just trust what I say, I really was drunk and-and…you know what, no excuse, it was horrible. I’m sorry, Evie-”

“It may have not felt a whole lot to you,” she said, looking over at him. “But as a thirteen year old girl, it was really fucking confusing, Michael-”

“And I know, I’m sorry,” he agreed. “Secondly, Evie, I assure you, I would have never taken your personal things. Please trust me, Evie, it wasn’t me. I don’t know who did it and how my wife’s uncle found out about any of it-really, trust me.”

“Then why just this one?” she asked, patting her bag, feeling the lone journal hit her palm with a tap. He shrugged, knowing no answer. Once they reached the busy station, he parked off the curb. “Thank you,” she said, gathering her things. “Just leave that old piece of shit. It was on its last leg.” Michael nodded, going to get out to get her door, but she stopped him. “No need for chivalry.”

“Do you have a ticket?” he asked. “Do you need money?”

“No.”

Michael raised a brow, and dug into his pocket pulling out a few shillings. “Just take them, alright?” And she did, knowing damn well she didn’t have the money for the train she was going to take back. She silently thanked him, not wanting to be in that car any longer than she had to be.

Tickets back to Birmingham were ten shillings. She opened her coin satchel and was a whole three too short, but innocently, she walked up to the counter. “Hello,” she said in the cutest voice she could muster, waving to the male ticketer. “One ticket to Birmingham, please…the one um…leaving at 14:15, please.”

The man nodded and said, “ten shillings-”

“Ten shillings!” she gasped, faking a wince. “Oooh, I only have seven, and you see, it’s a real emergency…my father is waiting at the station for him. You see, I go to boarding school here, in London, and my sister…well, she died of tuberculosis.” Evelyn felt a bit horrible for using Ruby’s passing to lie her way onto a train, but Ruby would have done the same.

As if he had seen better days, the man blinked, unamused. “It’s ten shillings.”

“But I only-”

“Miss, if you aren’t going to pay the ten shillings, mind stepping aside?” he asked, and Evelyn rolled her eyes, moving aside.

When there was a sound of a training tooting behind her. It was the 12:15 noon train going to Birmingham. She gave the man one last look before slipping between the people before jogging to the platform. The train was just closing when she gripped onto the metal railing and pushed the door open. She looked to her right then to her left…first class would spot her right away. She chose to go left into second class, walking through the thin corridor. Pardon, sorry, excuse me. Making her way to third class, she sat all the way in the back where there were no ticketers. The loo was just right behind her. Keeping her eye on the sliding door that separated the different carts, she had a plan to book it to the loo.

They always wait until after they hit Leighton. She allowed the gentleman going to sit next to her the window seat, and crouched down, watching the gentlemen inspect tickets. Evelyn sneaked into the loo, and gently closed the doors. It worked surprisingly well until the train hit Coventry, just an hour and a half away. It was the man next to her that thumbed to the loo, and told the conductor; I think the lass in the loo is hiding out. The conductor narrowed his brows and looked over the door. “Thank you,” he nodded, tilting his hat before knocking. “Is someone in there?”

Evelyn cursed to herself. She tried to ignore it, but the door handle jiggled. “I’ll need you to come on out now.”

“Do you mind? I’m a lady in here,” she said, in a huff. “And I’m…I’m unwell. So please, if you will, leave me be-”

“Do you have a ticket, Miss?” he asked.

“A ticket?! And what are you suggesting? I’m a thief?”

The door handle moved again, and he got a bit more forceful. “You’ll need to open this door, now, please.”

Evelyn sighed, and opened the door. “Look, I have an emergency back home…my sister died of TB and I didn’t have enough money to get to Birmingham for her funeral-”

“Miss, I’ll need you to get off at the next stop-”

“But-”

“Or I can call the police when we hit Birmingham-”

Evelyn started to panic, looking over the gentleman before saying out of nerves, “I’ll do anything-please, anything.” Amused, the conductor raised his brow.

“Anything? What are you offering?”

Evelyn swallowed, trying to sound confident. “I’ll…um….” She pointed to his trousers. “B-blow you?”

“Alright,” he nodded.

Evelyn choked. “R-really?”

“Yes,” he agreed. “And then when we get to Birmingham I can report you for prostitution. Get off at Coventry, eh?” He turned to leave, but Evelyn insisted.

“Sir, please,” she begged as she once had as a child. “I’m not a whore…really, I’m not, I’m just three shillings short of a ticket and I’m so incredibly desperate to get home-”

“You’re not even from here,” he said, noticing her off accent. Evelyn still sounded an odd mix of American dialects. Sometimes a few Brummie accented words would sneak in the mix, but nothing that allowed others to believe she belonged. “We’re pulling into the station…don’t let me see you here, and I will check the loo.”

She got off at Coventry, but when she noticed the conductor wave over to a policeman, she ran. The last time she ran from a copper, she was sixteen, drunk, and holding the St. Michael’s football trophy. Not her proudest moment, and well, she couldn’t say she was any more prouder now, either. She pushed through people, polluting saying sorry as she jumped over a wooden railing and went through the city. She was fast, but the cop was faster, managing to grab her wrist and push her down.

“Fuck,” she cried out. “I just needed to get home….”

“Yeah, yeah, alrigh’, let’s get you down to the station and you can call home,” the officer said as he embarrassingly carried her off to his car. She got the special treatment being thrown in the back seat.

When at the station, she considered all her options. Her father was out. He wouldn’t kill her, but she may have killed him. That whole brain tumor thing wasn’t sitting well. Uncle Arthur? Noon on a Saturday, he was most definitely cocked. Ada didn’t drive. Finn.

She dialed phone number, a soft voice answering. “Hello?”

Evelyn smiled. “Mary?”

“Evie!?” Before Shelby, it was Mary Doyle. “Oh, Evie…Finn has just told me about Ruby. It is so horrible. We are just devastated over it. She was small and…oh my god. I can hardly believe it.” They were classmates and it was Evelyn who introduced them, and Mary was too sweet. Perhaps it was what Finn needed to pull him away from it all.

The officer tapped his watch, and regretfully, Evelyn had to cut her off. “Mary-yes, Mary, thank you. I hate to cut you off, but is Finn there? I’m in a bit of a…situation? I’ll need a ride.”

“Oh, heavens, did the car finally die? I told you, Evie! That car was a death trap,” she cried. “Don’t you remember when we were in school and we took it out to the seaside hours away? I was there, Martha…you and Martha were in the front, arguing about the radio. She wanted to listen to the news and you wanted to listen to the talk host-do you remember that? Oh! And Ruthie was there and her mammy had made those biscuits…she was the only parent who knew we were going. But! Then the car blew a wheel and we had to walk up a muddy hill just for the farmer to tell us he had no phone. But! He drove us all the way to the town to use a phone. Oh boy, Evie, your daddy was so angry at us, he was that Mr. Shelby. Do you remember that?”

Evelyn took a moment to smile at it all. “Simple times.”

“They were better times,” she said. “But yes, Finn is here, I will get him-Finn, Evie is on the phone. No, I don’t know what she wants, but it seems it may be urgent…oh stop! You’re being a fool, Finn Shelby, answer the phone, would you?”

A second later, “Evie?”

“Finn-”

“What’s wrong?”

Evelyn grinned at the officer before saying. “I’m held up in Coventry. Could you maybe come and get me?”

Finn sighed, rubbing his head. “Evie, I told you that fuckin’ car-”

“I know, everyone told me about the car, Finn.”

“Why are you in Coventry?” he asked.

She paused for a moment, hesitating telling him the reason, but he would have to know. “I may have gotten in trouble for riding the train from London without a ticket-”

“You got arrested-not now, Mary…yes, Mary, she’s fine…no, she didn’t kill someone…Mary, you’re not coming with me to pick her up…no! I said no, Mary…fine. Is it alright if Mary came?”

“It’s not a bloody road trip, Finn,” she sighed, rubbing her temple. “I kind of needed to talk to you about something important-”

“Fuck off with that family business-”

“Finn! It’s…I just need to talk to you alone.”

“Fine,” he agreed. “I’ll be there in an hour.”

She was placed in a holding cell for an hour until Finn paid the penalty for the train ticket. All the while he got a lecture on how Evelyn was so lucky she wasn’t charged on theft, prostitution, and some other bullshit charges. He led Evelyn out to the car, and once in the car, he looked at her, shocked. “The theft I understand, but prostitution? Evie! What the fuck did you do?”

Evelyn offered a little smile. “I may have tried to offer the conductor-”

“Evie! Don’t even say it,” he said, pulling off into the street. “Where’s Tommy? Why didn’t you call him?”

“Because he doesn’t know I went to London this morning to talk to Michael,” she explained. “I thought he took some shit of mine, but it must have been that wife of his.” Finn’s fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly as he side eyed her, bottom lip twitching.

“Why do you think he stole from you?” he asked.

Evelyn shrugged. “I don’t know-Finn, are you okay?” He’d been gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles were pure white.

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered in response.

Evelyn wasn’t convinced, but dropped it, continuing. “It was just awful, Finn. I never once stepped on my father’s toes in regards to the family business. Always stayed clear. You know? And now I have…I have Gina’s uncle asking me all these weird things. You know he cornered me at the hospital, Finn? Right when Ruby died. It was awful-”

“What happened?” he asked.

“Someone, I bet it was Gina, took my journals, Finn,” she said, feeling her eyes get heavy. It was certainly a mix of exhaustion and humiliation. There was hardly any time to mourn Ruby’s death. “Jack Nelson made me take a ride with him and it all it was, was this massive wave of let me tell you how you were abused…and you know, he contacted my mother? There is just so fuckin’ much, Finn…art pieces, trauma, marriage, journals….” Slowly and delicately, Evelyn told Finn everything, including Tommy’s brain tumor. Which hardly phased Finn. “You knew?”

Finn sighed, giving her a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry, Evie. Arthur told me, if it makes you feel any better.”

“So, perhaps, I will be Mrs. Nelson by this time next year,” she said, sarcastically. “And allowing that swine to drown himself in my father’s money... .I can’t believe he didn’t tell me, you know? I’m suppose to be his confident-”

“You never were, Evie,” Finn said. “I’m sorry, but Tommy holds a lot back from you. He doesn’t tell a single person everything. He’s afraid it makes him weak.”

“But you don’t understand, I’m special-”

“You’re his daughter, Evie.” Finn pulled into the large driveway, but stopped at the top. “I’m his brother…clearly labels don’t mean anything to him. We’re all in the same pit swallowing us to fuckin’ hell. Do yourself a favor? Feel special he doesn’t tell you everything because once you’re in, he’ll use you until there’s nothing left. You can leave, you know? I don’t know…Maybe Mr. Nelson’s offer isn’t so awful. He seems like a modern man with some modern values. Maybe his nephew holds those standards-”

“What are you saying?” Evelyn narrowed her eyes at him, hand gripping the door handle.

Finn shrugged. “That Tommy isn’t the end all, be all…there’s more to life than this, you know? You don’t have to-we don’t have to be stuck under him, following his orders all the time, Evie! Look what happened to John! Evie, Aunty Pol’ is dead….How much longer do you think we will live like this with the way he is? I’m just saying, get out, okay? Any means possible, just leave-”

“Are you leaving?”

Finn looked at her. “The only way I’m leaving is if he shoots me, unfortunately.” But you said we, she thought to herself before opening the door. “Mary said to call sometime…for more than just emergencies. Said something about bringing Martha and Ruthy over for some wine-”

“I hate wine.”

“I told her that-”

“I’ll bring food.”

Finn smiled and nodded, “I’ll tell her. It’ll be good to see Martha again, won’t it?”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “Yeah, it will. Thank you for the ride, Finn.”

When she went to walk away, he called out to her, “Hey, Evie!” She looked over her shoulder, curious. “Do you remember when we were kids and we’d switch Arthur’s rum around, but he was always too drunk to notice?”

“It was Daddy who told him-”

“He was so angry! Oh shite, I just…Evie, can you promise me something?” She tilted her head. “Whatever happens between my brothers and I, don’t…don’t fuck off like them. Just as we were kids…we’d tell eachother everything.”

“You’re my best friend, Finn Shelby-”

“You’re my best friend, Evie.”

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An American Lawyer's Mindset on Nov. 6th

Hey there, guys. It's been a while since I've been able to sit down and write any real long-form content for this blog because I was so busy with my real life work and trying to do everything I can to stay sane in these treacherous times. I've been working on some projects, but those will have to wait while I evaluate options for my future. As I'm writing this, it's November 6th, and Donald Trump has been reelected President of the United States. In this post, I just want to talk to you a little about where my head is at as an American attorney in these terrifying times.

Needless to say, I'm fucking devastated. I was so positive Harris-Walz was the winning ticket, and I am beyond disappointed in this country and all the people who either sat out the vote or gave theirs to his fascist ideology. Project 2025 is a real threat, and I do not think the threat was taken as seriously as it should've been. I have given so much of myself to this country and the rule of law herein, and I have had to do a lot of soul-searching as to my steps moving forward as an attorney and what my future looks like.

I wrote a draft of this post late last night over a few glasses of whiskey, but I'm writing it again 24 hours later with a sober mind and marinated spirit. While I'm still devastated, I have decided I will not take this lying down. I went into law because I care about the people of this country, even the ones who have proven not to care about themselves. If I gave up and ran for the hills on day one, what kind of example would that set for my peers? That isn't to say I don't have plans in place to leave if I need to, but that shouldn't be and will not be my knee-jerk reaction. I consider myself extremely fortunate to have the resources and connections to have an "out" if need be, but I'm going to stay in this fight as long as I possibly can. So expect more from me in this field and on this blog until I see no feasible way to continue with my work in this country. I took an oath, and I will stand by that oath until the Constitution no longer stands.

I want to take a moment to send my love and appreciation to those of you who have supported my blog. This law blog is a true passion project for me, even though I've been too busy to post regularly as of late, and I intend to keep treating it as such. I am devastated about the state of this nation, but the law still stands for now, and so shall Law by Rhys.

Again, I can't, and we can't let this hate win. We have to stand for something or fall for nothing. I will always be your friendly Tumblr lawyer as long as you will have me. Thank you for all your support and stay strong in these insane times.

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CHAPTER SEVEN: SLOTH

Golden Child series

SYNOPSIS: You fall into a deep slumber with no signs of waking up.

READER: female

WORDS: 1k

WRITTEN: 08/25/2023

As you fell into a deep sleep at three in the afternoon, you dreamt for the first time. It was so nice and warm that you never wanted to wake up.

"Emi!"

She smiled at you. "Ama, what are you doing? Your mom and dad are waiting for you."

Emi placed a hand on your shoulder and urged you to turn around. You turned around and smiled at the sight of your parents.

Though their faces were shrouded in shadows, you couldn't tell in your dream state. As far as you knew it, they were your parents.

In this world, your parents weren't deceased. You lived happily with them and they loved you.

Love.

You hadn't felt it in so long. But as a child, it was never missing. This was what love felt like and you never wanted to be apart from it.

"Mama, pick me up!"

Your mother smiled at how cute you were. "I think Papa should do it. He's much stronger than me."

"Papa!" you exclaimed, turning to him with outstretched arms.

"Alright, alright, darling," he said as he leaned over to pick you up by the armpits.

You laughed as he cradled your 5-year-old body to his body. Your hands wrapped into his clothes as he carried you through the field of flowers.

You wanted to live like this forever.

"Papa loves you, Ama!"

You wanted to stay with your parents forever.

"My love," whispered your mother.

Who knew a parent's love could be this warm?

"You're so beautiful," cooed your mother.

You wanted to feel like this forever.

“Play with Papa, okay? Mama has to take care of something.”

“What, Mama?” you questioned.

“Nothing important, my love. I'll be back before you can even say ‘I love you.’ ”

You opened to say the three words your mother bet you couldn't say, but your father covered your mouth and began tickling you.

“Papa!”

Your father and mother locked eyes as she walked away from the field of flowers. Your father turned his attention back to you and lifted you to spin you around.

In the real world, your room was shrouded in blackness despite it being four o’clock. Everything was black and looked like a never-ending nightmare.

All your furniture was consumed by blackness. The door Yaga used to walk inside your bedroom was long gone.

“Leave Ama.”

Ayumi smiled as she cradled your unconscious body. “She belongs to us.”

Any normal person who looked at Ayumi, a seven-foot-tall Curse with sharp claws, and Yaga, a sorcerer with cute Cursed corpses at his feet, could tell that Ayumi would win.

“I adopted her, so I believe that makes her mine,” said Yaga as he rolled up his sleeves.

“I'll kill you, old man. Don't you understand?”

“Perfectly, but before you try, tell me something. What is your purpose?” Yaga asked as a stuffed rabbit hopped around him in circles.

“To consume,” she replied as she drew her claw down your cheek. “Ama's soul is so beautiful. She was born to fall.”

Yaga looked at your unconscious body, but all he saw was a young girl who only wanted to live and be loved. He guided you for months, raising you from the broken mindset you had before.

You lived sixteen years, just to be killed. You were a cow for slaughter, living in ignorance by the two beings you trusted to take care of you.

They were your friends and your family, raising you since you were young after the deaths of your parents, aunt, and uncle.

Yaga took off his glasses and slipped them into his pocket. The rabbit stopped hopping and stood by his feet, growing in size each second.

“Don't touch my daughter.”

Ayumi's eyes twitched as her nails dug into your arms. She clenched her teeth, grinding them as she looked at the human in front of her.

“SHE’S NOT YOURS!”

The wall behind her exploded and the sunlight from the outside exposed your bedroom as it was before. Debris flew everywhere as she jumped off your bed with your unconscious body in her arms.

Without a second to spare, Yaga ran toward the wall, jumped onto your bed, and threw himself off the fifth floor.

Ayumi turned midair, wings spreading out in a flurry as she pointed a claw at him. Her nails shot out like projectiles. Yaga twisted his body, narrowly dodging her attack as a Cursed Owl attached itself to his back and allowed him to fly.

From a distance, the students heard the explosion and their eyes were drawn to the smoke.

“That's the dorm,” Ieiri said as she stood up from the bench.

“Kaneko’s there,” added Geto.

“Of course, she'd be where the smoke is,” Gojo said with a groan.

Geto summoned a dragon, while Gojo used his technique to quickly move to where you were.

Just based on the incident at the college, Gojo knew trouble had a way of finding you and that if he didn't stop it, you would end up another statistic.

While he still didn't know much about you, he knew that the death of a fellow sorcerer on school grounds would not be tolerable.

Being raised in the Jujutsu world with his techniques, he knew that sorcerers had to be strong to survive, and that only the strong should survive.

But knowing that his friends and classmates weren't Special Grade sorcerers like him didn't stop him from caring about them.

Nanami, Haibara, and Ieiri weren't Special Grade sorcerers but he knew he would forever think about their deaths if they died.

He knew that they weren't as strong as him or Geto, but that didn't stop him from caring about them — though he would never admit it.

But you weren't his friend. He didn't care about you like he did with them, yet there was a nagging voice in his head.

So, Gojo would do his best to save you, but only because you were a Special Grade sorcerer. Your life was valuable to the Jujutsu world.

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crissiebaby · 3 months ago

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The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 20

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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The whites of Connor’s knuckles protruded on the back of his hand as he gripped his bedroom door knob for dear life. This was dumb. He knew he was taking an unnecessary risk by leaving the sanctuary of his room but his curiosity had grown too great after overhearing Martin and Latasha’s muffled deliberations through the floor. He knew it was silly but the idea of Martin or any of the other Bigs disparaging his abilities as a caregiver caused his chest to tighten. He needed to know what they were saying about him.

To Connor’s dismay, even with the door partially open, the voices of the living room were still too quiet to make out. He clenched his teeth as he nervously tiptoed away from his room and toward the stairs, keeping one hand against his diaper to subdue its loud crinkling.

“...nothing like the smell of freshly cut lumber, huh?” said Latasha as Connor eavesdropped on the ongoing discussion. Crouched on his hands and knees, he inched down the first two steps of the staircase, allowing him to spy through the triangle-shaped space between the top banister, the stairs, and the upper wall. Everyone had their back to him except for Latasha, who was currently in control of the dialogue, “So, let me see if I’ve got this all figured out. Stacy spins you a whole web of lies that easily could’ve been uncovered had either of you set one foot inside that nursery. All while you both take advantage of not having to play caregiver for a Saturday afternoon. Why don’t we take a step back? No one person is wholly responsible for every single thing that went wrong this weekend…”

Pressing his forehead against the stubby banister, a feeling of radiant joy forced Connor’s pursed lips to pucker upward. It would’ve been easy for Latasha to throw him under the bus but she didn’t. To have someone defend him this ardently left him with a pleasant warmth in his belly. He wanted to hug her so badly right now, her magnetizing words absentmindedly luring him down another step.

“...It took an army to mess up this badly, and I think it would behoove us to-”

*SQUEAK!*

Chills ran up Connor’s spine, inflicting heart palpitations as he planted his weight on the reverberating floorboard. By the time he looked up from the noisy spot on the stairs, the entire house, including and especially Latasha, had turned to face him. He should’ve stayed in his room.

“...Oh, my Goddess…”

Latasha’s foreboding verbiage behaved like a vacuum, sucking all oxygen from the living room as she and the rest of the house languished over Connor’s effeminate appearance. Other than Carol’s momentary chortle, the room was distressingly silent. It was no wonder Connor immediately retreated, propelling Skye, the only person whose legs hadn’t turned to gelatin, to rush upstairs.

“Skye!” Latasha shouted after her Little, unable to halt her baby girl before she disappeared to the second floor. Shoving past Martin and Carol on her way to the staircase, she was suddenly stopped by Riri, who leaped in front of the stairs and stretched her arms outward, “R-Riri? What are you-”

Shaking her head no, Riri squinted both eyes shut as she assembled every ounce of courage within herself. Their plan was risky enough as is, but it had gone off the rails the moment Daddy and the other Bigs arrived, something their Little Space mindsets didn’t consider before putting Connor through such a humiliating ordeal. “Don’t overwhelm him! He’s gonna feel cornered if we all go up at once,” she said, feeling the heat of everyone’s eyes bearing down on her. A queasy feeling began to build in her stomach as the pressure of being the absolute center of attention set in. In spite of this, she gritted her teeth and held firm for Skye and Connor’s sake. Her only goal at this point was to ensure this didn’t stunt his development from last night in any capacity. “I know this is a lot but please just give Skye a minute to talk to Connor. I promise I can explain…”

“Don wook!”

Connor’s voice echoed throughout the house as he shrank into the crux of his arms with fistfuls of hair tucked inside his tightly clenched paws. Laying across the floor of the upstairs hallway inches from his bedroom door, his overworked mind careened into an immovable wall. There was nowhere left for him to plummet as he settled into a mortified, negative Little Space that left him feeling vacant and hollow. He craved comfort but also abhorred the idea. This wasn’t how any of this was supposed to feel.

Sucking her lips inward to reduce her gleaming smile as much as possible, Skye could sense the terrified energy emanating from Connor. As much as she wanted to play with her brand-new toy, she also cared deeply for his well-being and didn’t relish seeing him tremble so desperately. Nor had it been her plan for Connor’s big unveiling to be such a public affair. She cautiously approached him like a tamer creeping toward a cowardly lion. “Shhhhh, it’s okay,” she said, doing away with her lisp as she parked her padded butt next to where Connor was prone. Her being in Little Space wouldn’t help anything right now. There were a million different thoughts and questions occupying her mind at the same time but at that moment, all she could think to do was run her fingers through his hair the way he had done for her countless times. Thinking back to her time with Elma, she held Connor close and pressed a firm hand to his throbbing chest, “If you can, try to take five deep breaths with your nose and let them out through your mouth.”

Obeying Skye’s suggestion despite how disgraceful the situation felt, Connor inhaled through his nostrils as deep as his shaky lungs would allow before pushing all the air out through his mouth. He repeated this process four more times, finding each subsequent time to be less strenuous.

“Good,” said Skye, lightly ruffling his back in a slow, circular motion, “Next thing you gotta do is name five things you can see right now. It can be anything visible.”

A weary Connor lifted his chin high enough to gaze around the hallway. “Um…d-da ceiwing wight…da cawpet…uhhh…” he muttered, hitting a creative wall midway through his list. Unlike the hotel room, Skye had been in when Elma had done the same trick, the space was completely vacant except for their two forms, severely limiting his options. His blush intensified as he once again looked down at his feminized form, “...my dress and m-my diapee…” Butterflies fluttered throughout his taut tummy over the simple recognition of his own attire. The sheer embarrassment of it all caused him to throw himself fully into Skye’s arms to bury his head, “...a fren.”

Reaching the end of his short list, Connor was already feeling the effects of Skye’s relaxation game. Nary a hint of resistance was given off due to how regressed his mental state already was, leaving him completely at Skye’s mercy. Meanwhile, an immense cloud of shame remained trapped in the back of his mind unable to break free from the colorful shackles of Little Space. “Abababa,” he muttered unforced. Satin and plastic sizzled all around him as he allowed Skye to guide his head into her lap.

“Ababa!” responded Skye playfully, barely able to keep herself from giggling at how cute Connor was right now. She leaned in and snuggled his head into her upper body before letting out an enthusiastic squeal into his shoulder. Cuddling with Connor dressed up as a sissy baby was everything she’d hoped it would be and more. She never wanted this moment to end.

“Riley Reese Anderson, that is enough! I won’t keep arguing! Move aside and let Latasha through!”

Unfortunately, the timer Skye had hovering over her was ticking down fast as evidenced by Martin’s use of Riri’s full name; a massive rarity. As admirable as Riri’s efforts were, she was only supposed to create a distraction to keep Latasha busy, not play defense against a trio of Bigs. “Hey Connor, I have to go back downstairs real quick. If you’d like, I can help you get real cozy in my room until I get back,” she said, offering a safe place for Connor to continue his Little Space.

“Nuh! Don go!” said Connor, latching his arms around Skye’s waist and smushing his face into her tummy. There was no forethought to anything he was doing. He simply didn’t want to be alone anymore.

If Skye didn’t want to leave before, she definitely didn’t now. Caught between her duty to Riri as a co-conspirator and her duty to Connor as a companion, there was only one way she could do both, though it would require Connor’s complete cooperation. “Or…you could come downstairs with me…” she said, prompting Connor to freeze amid his panicked flailing. “...I know that probably sounds scary but I’d be there with you the whole time. Riri, too. And we’d never let anything bad happen to you.”

Loosening his grip on Skye’s torso, an odd and anxiety-inducing memory entered his brain. However, it wasn’t a memory of a real-life event but instead a dream he’d had only a couple of hours ago; a dream that saw him strapped to a high chair and fed by everyone in the Padded Palace. It was an embarrassing recollection but one that no longer felt as frightening as it had when he first awoke from it. A flurry of blush danced across his tear-soaked cheeks. “W-Will chus…” he stuttered, cut off by a frog in his throat. Committing himself to finishing his question, he swallowed hard and restarted, “Will chus h-howd my hand…da whowe time?”

Without hesitation, Skye intertwined her fingers with his. “Of course,” she said, offering her hand to Connor, which he graciously accepted, “That’s what Big Sisters are for.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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good-beanswrites · 7 months ago

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Fe Aspec Week Day 4: Acceptance

This week on I Accidentally Made Myself Sad With My Own Angst :( As much as I know Forsyth would be the most accepting person in all of Valentia, I think his own insecurities/mindset would cause a bit of tension during his childhood with Python. It has a happy ending but I wanted to explore just a bit of that first...

“Python!”

Forsyth’s tiny hands trembled, clutching the gift that he’d bought with his very own money. His father didn't need to know.

Python scrambled down the big oak tree to meet him. He tugged at the dress his father probably made him wear for the holiday. His hair had already come loose from it's braid, likely caught on the twigs and leaves of the tree. Forsyth waited anxiously at it's base for him to come down.

When he arrived, Forsyth shoved the box forward. He startled both of them with the force of it.

“I – I – I have this. For you. Will you – I mean – I would –” Forsyth’s cheeks burned red. It was clear what he was asking. There would be no other reason you’d give someone a perfectly wrapped package of sweets on the Day of Devotion unless you were asking them the question.

Python looked down at it. The two had been friends for so long, it took only a second for Forsyth to understand exactly what it meant.

“Oh…” He felt his stomach twist up in a knot. His throat started to constrict. “I know Father doesn’t like you, but he doesn’t much like anyone. S-so we can make it work!”

“Fors…”

“We could keep it a secret!” Then, in desperation, “we could – we could run away together!”

“Fors!” Python whined. “C’mon, you know we’re too young for that!” With one hand he took the chocolates, and the other took Forsyth's arm. “We’re supposed to be climbing trees and playing pranks on Teacher – not doing gushy grown-up love stuff.”

Forsyth bit his lip. He didn’t think it was gushy at all. He didn’t trust his voice to speak; with one word he may just start bawling right here. The last thing he needed was to be scolded for being so emotional.

Python beamed as if he hadn’t just shattered Forsyth’s heart into a million pieces. “Let’s just take it slow, okay? We’ll have plenty of time for all that when we’re older, okay?”

He coaxed a small nod from Forsyth.

“Speaking of! I heard Teach left the schoolhouse window open – have I got the perfect plan! We’ll share the chocolates after, okay? You’re my best friend, we should split them.”

I don’t want to split them. Forsyth let himself be tugged along. I wanted to give them all to you. To give everything to you.

He grit his teeth as they ran. He wasn’t the type to accept defeat after a small setback like this. So, Python wasn’t ready. That was fine. One day he would be. And Forsyth would be there. It was like every book he’d read: the steadfast knight would get the beautiful lover, if he was just patient enough.

He said a quick prayer to Mila, that one day they’d stop being friends, and true love would win out.

—

“Python!”

Forsyth’s hands trembled, his fists balled up in fury.

“I am sick and tired of this.”

“Oh you’re tired of this? Then quit fucking confessing every single year. Every year it’s the same speech, and the same shitty plan to run away together. We’re not in some fairy tale, Fors. Just give it up.” Python moved to take a sip from his drink, turning his back. Though they’d both come of age, it wasn’t ale. Though it wasn’t ale, they both spoke as loudly as if they’d each had a barrel to drink. It was a good thing Python’s father was out all night; there was no one in the tiny house to hear them argue.

Forsyth grabbed the cup away before he could take a sip. It earned him a hard look, but a direct one. “I’m not tired of confessing, I’m tired of this type of disrespect!” He placed the drink down a foot away. “You can’t just be honest with me and tell me why I’m not good enough for you – it’s infuriating!”

“I am honest. I’ve told you, this has nothing to do with you. It’s me who–”

“Oh-ho, don’t give me that tired cliche! Every year, it’s another cryptic excuse, another roundabout lie!” He flung his hands in wild gestures, his voice pitching. “You say you’re not ready for commitment, yet you spend every day with me regardless. You say you would make a terrible housemate, yet you stay over at my home for weeks at a time. You say you’re not ready to be with someone, yet I catch word that you shared a bed with the innkeeper!”

“What, you jealous or something?”

“That is exactly what I am. And how dare you act like I’m the crazy one for it!” Tears threatened his eyes, but he pushed through. “I have been by your side your entire life, looking out for you, caring for you, giving all of myself over to you! And here you are, laughing in the face of my love! Like - like it’s another one of your jokes!

“Oh, you're jealous, huh? So is that why you do it? You do all that for me just to get laid at the end of the day? Well if you’d said that sooner, I would have happily –”

“You know that’s not what I meant!”

“Then what do you mean?”

“It doesn’t make any damned sense, Python!”

“It does, if you would just pipe down and listen when I –”

“Pipe down?”

“Yeah! If you’d let me finish a damned sentence this will all make sense!”

“Fine then, go ahead and finish – give me one good reason why you don’t want to be with me!”

“When you’re acting like this I could give you a hundred!” Python swatted his cup away, spilling the drink all over the floor. He stormed out of the room.

A heavy silence fell over the house. Forsyth gathered his things. He left. He finally let his tears fall.

It was simple, he decided. All he needed to do was accept the fact that this relationship was going nowhere. Python didn't love him, and he'd just need to imagine whatever reasons he could. They should simply end things before they got any more hurt.

End our friendship...

He cried through the night, unable to even muster a word to Mila.

—

“Python!”

Forsyth’s hand was steady as it took the man’s shoulder. The pair locked eyes.

“Run away with me.”

The wind rustled the leaves overhead. Usually the area was bustling with chaos as the new building was erected, but Python was the only one to stay back today. Forsyth would have teased him for the irony, if it hadn’t presented him with the perfect opportunity to ask his question.

Python rolled his eyes. “Har-har. I thought today was Day of Devotion, not Flostym Fools'…”

“Huh?” Forsyth’s expression flashed with confusion, then horror. “O-oh! Not like that, of course! Oh gods, I meant… the Deliverance.”

He spread his hands. “It’s clear we’ll never get the approval we seek to join. So I propose we do it in secret. Everyone will be distracted by the village festivities tonight. If we don’t come home right away, everyone will assume it’s for… the festivities. It will give us a reasonable head start. We won’t need to worry about them catching up to us by the time they finally realize we’ve gone.”

He looked eagerly to Python.

“Heh, using all the hype around love to make our escape... you’re a true ally after all, Fors!”

Forsyth’s look soured. “L-listen. I swear, I would never ask you that again. I mean, we got over that years ago. I nearly lost you to that argument, and I shall never make the same mistake again. I know how much pain I put you through, and I would never dream of –”

“Hey. I know. You had a lot on your mind, then.” He let out a loud sigh. “Which is why I’m gonna come along with you. Somebody’s gotta help you find that special someone, right?”

“Do you mean it? Wait, what is that supposed to mean?”

With a hearty laugh, Python pulled him into a hug. Forsyth held him close. Reality may not follow a path like the perfect little fairy tales he read as a child, but that made it no less perfect.

“So… that’s a yes?”

Python leaned back so he could study his face. “You’re really serious about this, huh?”

“W-were you not?”

“Eh, I’m not serious about anything…” He offered his hand. “But I’m in. I’m always in.”

Forsyth accepted it, clasping it within both of his. He found himself too choked up for words, though he didn’t care if anyone saw him cry. He wiped tears from his cheeks and smiled at Python’s kindhearted teasing.

He thanked the gods that they would never stop being friends.

#fe aspec week #fe echoes #fe python #fe forsyth #forsython #i got a little carried away asfsdf this ended up much longer than intended (whats new 💀)#as someone who reads forsyth as a hopeless romantic its just something i think was important to explore between them #but LMAO i literally made myself so upset writing their argument i was just sitting there going NOOOO stop fighting ;------;#i would have included trans python anyway because i really like that - but also it shows that forsyth truly is accepting #its specifically the fact that hes fallen in love that turns it into an insecurity issue instead of an acceptance one here #and once he realizes that (after their big fight) hes able to get over his own personal stuff and really be there for python #sorry i got a bit cheesy with the section parallels 😅 im a sucker for that but even i can admit it was a bit much this time #i know they wouldnt have the same terminology in fantasy-medieval stuff but 'ally' just fit so perfectly and i hope wasnt too jarring

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hcwritter · 2 years ago

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DREAM X RIVAL READER

( for females)

⭐️SWF⭐️

(Only on part 1)

Includes:

(Late) slow burn ( at its climax )

Romance

Nswf ( in part 2 )

After care ( in the end of part 2 )

Fluff ( in the middle & end of part 2 )

Hate sex & Make up sex ( on part 2 )

“It was me not him”

Part.1

One day at the castle you were brought up to a meeting with one of the largest kingdom and consequently you, yourself knew inhered prince. Dream, he was a former childhood friend of yours but conflicts happened in between each others teen den age and well you could say you and Dream are not Long termed rivals and Ex-Best friends.

“Come one now, princess. The prince awaits” you sighed annoyingly as you took the coach mans hand and went down the carriage ‘great,just great’. As you were lead by the maids and house keepers you looked around the castle that used to echoed with you and dreams high pitched voices and screaming from the top of your lungs until tomorrow. ‘What a waste, i hope he at least changed.’ As the maids opened the large doors to lead to the royal hall, there stands all of the nobles and riches and high statued servants. They watch as they announce your name and you walked with struts as if the attention wasn’t all on you, it was. As you reached the end of the red carpet you stood there the king and his two sons, Nightmare and Dream.

“Why hello there princess, nice to finally met you again ay’e?”

“Yes my king, it is an honor to be back here. Feels like nothing had changed after all, hm” you hummed at the end of you sentence that clearly stated it was directed.

“Ahh..ahem! Well please enjoy your stay here my dear!” As the king clapped and went down to hug you and then leave you be, you stood there wanting to take a glance at dream but dares not to and just left the ball room that didn’t fancy you too much. “Geez, how many days am I supposed to be here?” You sighed swinging your legs on the edge of the balcony. “You’ll be here for a month.” With a quick look you saw there the man who you never thought to ever speak again, and you intended to let it stay that way. “Hm.” As you tried to ignore him but he came up and tapped your shoulder

“What did i even do?” He looked pleaded and hurt, ‘this moron..’ you put your legs back inside the balcony floor and walked pass him “hey I’m-“ “listen here golden boy, our friendship is down in the gutter where it will never be fixed again! So leave.me,alone!” You were panting and holding your heart out as tears seems to form out on the corners of your eyes “please just-I’m sorry okay, i was young and i was in another mindset that i couldn’t handle-“ you slowly looked at him with teary eyes and pinned him on the balcony railings “what on gods name were you on ?! What mindset did you had to be to purposefully sabotage your own friend so the person she like would reject her later on?!? What were you on- nmmn!” Without a thought dream smashed his lips into yours and pulled your hair and waist in different directions “dr-eAm!” Your muffled voice was too quite to be heard by the staffs as he pulled away you immediately slapped him across the face and tried to make a run for it but unexpectedly he ran after you mid way the halls and hugged you from the back “please don’t go! Please! I beg you! Please! Please… darling please..” dreams voices screams ‘take me’ as he slowly then went on his knees and cling into your thighs “please..” you were funneled.

You didn’t know what to do, the man that you truly hated or did you? Was clinging and begging for forgiveness. Right in front of you, was there any other man who could have done this? Did that person he sabotaged you on, will he ever do this? No. “Dream..you hurt me..” dreamed knew, dream knew damn well he did “dream..why did you-“ “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU OKAY?!-“ he fixes his kneeling position to loom at you more and hugged your waist “-I LOVE YOU, ever since we were kids! I always adored and admired you! I was the one who wrote you that love letter, i was the one who have you that bouquet of flowers, i was the one who fought for you , i was the one who saves you , I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS THERE NOT ‘HIM’! i never told you because i wanted to let you find out for yourself but goddamn you were such a moron!… a godamn moron.. my moron..” as he weeps and slowly lowered himself and glides his wrapped arms around you to your legs again. You in the other hand was shocked and felt a little dumbfounded on how it all make sense and how clear it is now. ‘Oh god..’ you are dumb.

“Dream..” you tried to held him up but he assumed you were trying to leave and so he cling more on to you, “dream!” You unexpectedly yelled as he jolted and just stayed at his position. “Ugh.. dream your so immature get up! People are gonna see us-“ as you mentioned people he quickly teleported you two into his chamber. “Dream what are we-“ “you said were going to be seen by people, so I brought you were here. In my room” you slightly irritatedly blushed as you have no time for these as you should have returned in the ball room moments ago “dream i need to go, the king is waiting for me!” He didn’t budge and only stayed “ugh! Dre-ah!” “Please stay..” you were pushing him as he suddenly went up and pinned you on his bed and over towering you underneath him “dream! This is not the appropriate time!” He tilted his head “so there IS an appropriate time to do this? With, you?” He smirks playfully as you only widely open your mouth and was shocked at the flirt “when did you become so-“ “flirty? Yeah I don’t either, i guess you bring out something in me. Isn’t that cute?” He chuckles as you were sighing in irritation

“Oh come on please my princess, i swear ill be good...”

Side note: the nswf part will be on part 2 so stay tuned!

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jeongyeonluvr · 1 year ago

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i’ve kinda realised that i’ve barely seen anyone write about little!chaeyoung but she’d be an adorable baby girl :(.

can i request little!chae and cg!nayeon if that’s alright?

little!chae has just been having such a hard time recently and one day when she’s regressed she just has a meltdown and nayeon walks in to chaes room nd sees the poor girl sobbing uncontrollably and just holds her for for the rest of the night :(

i want my cup

|| cg!Nayeon little!Chaeyoung

|| •CW: meltdown but happy ending tbh

Chaeyoung tended to regress fairly often. Nayeon was never entirely sure why, and she hadn't mustered up the courage to ask her. She had a feeling it had to do with some sort of trauma, based on what she knew about Chaeyoung, but besides that, all Nayeon knew was that when Chaeyoung slipped into a smaller mindset, she needed to be there for her.

This made going places without her a lot harder, but recently Chaeyoung was doing fine enough for Nayeon to go out without worrying much.

"Hey Chae! You got a sec?" Nayeon asked, sitting down onto the couch next to Chaeyoung, who was doing some work on her laptop.

Chaeyoung looked up and closed her laptop. "Sure, what's up?" She replied, smiling as always.

"So I was just talking to Momo. I guess her and a few of the other girls were planning on going to a concert tonight, but Tzuyu had to cancel so she offered me her ticket."

Nayeon paused to read Chaeyoung’s expression, which hadn't changed much aside from a quirked brow. "The show is sold out and I've been wanting to go to this concert for ages. Will you be okay if I go?"

She watched Chaeyoung’s facial expression completely change to a slightly concerned look as the blonde pondered the question for a moment before nodding. "I should be okay, Nayeon, don't worry. Go have fun." Chaeyoung stated, a smile slowly coming on her face again.

"Alright awesome. Just text me if you need anything, okay?" Nayeon asked, rubbing her shoulder. Chaeyoung looked up and nodded.

A few hours later, Nayeon left the house with the others. She checked up on Chaeyoung one last time before she left, and was relieved to find Mina hanging out with her.

Everyone was having fun at the concert, and it was getting somewhat late, but Nayeon wasn't tired at all, which was unusual. What was also unusual was the fact that nobody had texted her in ages. There was always at least one person talking to her, but tonight there was no one. She truly needed a break.

12 AM rolled around and that's when she got a text from Mina. She hardly read it and didn't even bother texting back, instead she went into the bathroom and called her.

"What happened to her?" She asked.

"I'm going to be so honest with you, I have no idea. We were watching a show, and next thing I knew, she was throwing her phone on the ground and speeding her ass up to her room. I checked on her and asked about it but all she said was 'Mama'. So I don't know if something happened with her mom or something, but she's really upset and she didn't want me to stay." Mina replied.

Nayeon took a deep breath. "Tell her I'm coming home. Get her some water and maybe one of the juice boxes in the fridge if there are any left. But only if it's the fruit punch one, she won't drink the apple one." She didn't wait for Mina to respond, instead she hung up and left the venue.

After what felt like way too long, Nayeon got home and practically ran inside.

"Shit, that was fast." Mina said as she sat down on the couch.

"Yeah no there was basically no traffic. Is she in her room?" Nayeon asked, tossing the keys to Mina, who nodded. Nayeon went upstairs and knocked on the door. "Chae? It's Nayeon. I'm coming in, okay?"

She heard nothing but a sob as she opened the door and saw Chaeyoung curled up in her blankets on her bed. Nayeon sat down on the bed next to her and placed her hand on her back. "Hey sweetheart." She frowned.

Chaeyoung quickly sat up and immediately hugged her. She gripped Nayeon's shirt tightly as she cried into her shoulder. Nayeon wrapped her arms around her and shushed her, rubbing her arm gently. "It's okay, honey. It's okay. Mama's here now."

They stayed like that for a few minutes as Chaeyoung calmed down. Once she stopped crying, Nayeon pulled away and wiped her tears. "Can you tell me what happened?" She asked. Chaeyoung shook her head.

"Not now." The girl replied, resting her head on her caregiver's chest.

Nayeon accepted that and reached over to her nightstand to grab a couple tissues. She took Chaeyoung’s hand and gave her them. "Blow your nose sweetie."

Chaeyoung blew her nose and crumpled up the tissues. She tried to toss them in the trash bin in their room, but she missed. She looked at Nayeon and frowned.

"Don't worry about it right now. Do you have a drink? I told Mina to get you some juice and water." She said.

"Water's gone. She gave me apple though." Chaeyoung huffed, unhappy with Mina’s thought process.

Nayeon sighed and rolled her eyes. "I told her specifically not to do that. Good to know she doesn't listen though, huh?" She laughed.

And then Chaeyoung laughed. Progress was being made. "I want the good juice though."

"Do you want me to go get you some good juice and a snack?" Nayeon asked, taking Chaeyoung’s hand in hers.

Chaeyoung nodded, but as Nayeon got up, she grabbed onto her arm. "Don't go."

Nayeon smiled softly. Of course her girl was clingy right now, what did she expect? "Do you want to come with me, Chae?"

"Yeah." Chaeyoung pouted at her and grabbed her hand again, still holding onto her arm with her other hand.

"Okay, let's go, you little koala." Nayeon said, helping her off the bed and grabbing the apple juice box as well. "If Mina’s still home, you can yell at her."

Chaeyoung shook her head. "I don't wanna be mean."

As they got further down the stairs, Nayeon got closer to Chaeyoung’s ear and whispered. "You can do something less mean then." She thought for a second before handing her the apple juice box. "Throw this at her."

"Wouldn't that hurt her?" Chaeyoung questioned.

"Nah, she'll be fine. Just be gentle." Nayeon warned as they got off the stairs.

Mina was on her laptop with her headphones on, so she couldn't hear a thing. Chaeyoung giggled and snuck up behind her, but at a safe distance, and softly threw the juice box at the back of her head.

"What the fuck?" Mina yelled, taking off her headphones. She turned around and saw a somewhat scared Nayeon and smiley Chaeyoung running back to her. "Why? Why though?" She asked, just straight up confused. Chaeyoung laughed and stuck her tongue out at Mina before grabbing Nayeon’s arm and pulling her away. Nayeon followed and mouthed an apology to Mina.

"That was fun!" Chaeyoung admitted, pulling herself up to sit on the kitchen counter.

Nayeon smiled and opened the fridge. "It was." She grabbed a fruit punch juice box and handed it to her. "There you go, baby. It's the last one too, I'll probably go grab some more later this week."

Chaeyoung frowned and looked at Nayeon. "I want my cup."

Of course she wanted her cup. How could Nayeon forget? She basically never drank anything without her cup when she was little. Chaeyoung had a few different sippy cups that she kept in her room, but her favourite one was pink with a strawberry on it. She rarely used the other ones.

"Do you know where it is?" She asked. Nayeon nodded quickly and ran out of the kitchen, coming back with her sippy cup moments later. She held it up to Nayeon proudly.

Nayeon took the cup and looked at her for a second. She ran a hand through Chaeyoung’s hair and let out a sigh. "You're adorable." She said before putting the cup down on the counter and opening it. "Do you want ice in it?"

"Only one." Chaeyoung replied.

"I know, I know." Nayeon smiled and grabbed a single ice cube from the freezer. "You don't like it freezing." She said, dropping it into the cup and filling it up with the juice. She put the lid back on and gave it back to her little. "Do you want a snack, or do you just want to go upstairs?"

Chaeyoung stood there for a minute, contemplating her options. She looked around the kitchen and saw absolutely nothing she wanted. "Upstairs."

Nayeon nodded and took her hand, leading her back upstairs and completely ignoring Mina. "Do you want to watch a show?" She asked Chaeyoung as they got in their room.

"Can we watch Peter Rabbit?" Chaeyoung asked.

"Of course we can, princess. Do you know where your bunny stuffy went?" Nayeon knew Chaeyoung wouldn't watch Peter Rabbit without her bunny. It was forbidden.

Chaeyoung reached behind her pillow and pulled it out, hugging it immediately. "Here!"

Nayeon smiled softly as she sat down next to her. She grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. "Any specific episode, or do you want any?"

"Dunno." Chaeyoung replied, snuggling into Nayeon’s side.

After putting on a episode, Nayeon put the remote down and threw the blanket over her and Chaeyoung. She wrapped her arm around the blonde and looked down at her. "Are you okay now, sweetheart?"

"Yeah." Chaeyoung looked up at her and smiled.

Nayeon kissed her forehead and began to rub her back. "Good."

The rest of the night was okay. Chaeyoung had fallen asleep fairly quickly, leaving Nayeon to figure out what to do with herself. After a long time debating, she settled on staying right there and watching a show that she liked.

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