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dira333 · 17 days ago

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Off-Brand Version - Fukunaga Shohei x Reader

For @fuzztacular because she doesn't mind sharing Fukunaga with me.

Words: 2540

It’s a well-known truth that Fukunaga Shohei is a better cook than he is a comedian and a better friend than he is a roommate.

The dishes from his last midnight cooking session are still in the sink and the remnants of something, dried up and flaking off the kitchen isle, tells you it wasn’t a great success.

You’ve had other roommates before him, some that didn’t clean up after them and some who did.

If you’d list up all of Shohei’s weaknesses against the demands and rules you’ve set up ages ago, you’d have to kick him out.

But you don’t want to. So you don’t.

You wipe the counter as your coffee trickles down, file all the dishes into the dishwasher and start the rice cooker for your usual breakfast.

Early mornings are your refuge against the madness of life.

Shohei’s bedroom door opens as you pour creamer into your cup.

“I’m never going to drink again,” Shohei announces for the nth time this month as he moves past you, his hair disheveled and still wearing PJs.

“Do you want something to eat?”

“Coffee first,” he eyes your cup.

You grab his head and turn it toward the coffee machine where a whole pot is waiting. “This one’s for you.”

“Thanks,” he mumbles through his squished cheeks. “Where’s the sug-?” He quiets when you slide it over and sends you a sheepish grin. “Am I too predictable?”

“A little. Are you hungover or just dehydrated?”

“What’s the difference?”

You hesitate. You haven’t experienced either.

“Well,” you swallow your hesitation. “Nevermind. I’m making Korean Egg Rice if you want some.”

The truth is, not many people can live with you just as you can’t live them.

You’ve called yourself Type A too many times to count, not because you believe in it, but rather to make it easier for people to understand how you roll.

“Type F,” Shohei had commented at that first ever meeting, pointing at himself and chuckling. “Fool or Fukunaga, whatever you want it to be.”

- - -

“We got invited,” he declares on Friday, in a break between work places.

Cooks usually work late, but Shohei got lucky with this place where they need him in the mornings too for the breakfast rush.

He uses the day shifts to build his Comedy Career in the right after, though that’s slow going.

“To what?” You ask from the kitchen table, your makeshift home-office two times a week.

It doesn’t really make sense for you to work from home, really.

Not with this Kitchen Table set-up, at least.

The truth is, and you’re a little ashamed of that, that you only work from home to spend time with him.

It’s just half an hour some days, and other days all you get is watching his back as he recreates a dish he dreamed up in his sleep, but you like watching his back and reaping the results of his cooking. You’ve just not found the courage to tell him that. Yet.

“Uh,” Shohei blinks as he tries to figure out how to explain it. “Well, Kuroo knows some guy who knows some guy and there’s a celebration and we’re invited.”

“Who’s Kuroo again?”

Shohei pushes up his hair into something like an Mohawk, just messier. You get the resemblance immediately.

“Wait, we?”

“Yeah,” he nods, grinning. “I’m supposed to bring you. I think he likes fighting with you.”

You groan. “I don’t like fighting. He was just wrong about that article he quoted and you know how I am about wrong quotes.”

“Yep,” he pops the P. “Oh, did you eat already? I was going to make Paella.”

“Nope,” you shake your head like the dirty liar you are. “I’m starving, really.”

“Can’t let that happen with a cook in the house,” he ties an apron around his waist. “Do you mind listening to my new stand up routine while I work.”

“Depends, do I have to laugh at certain parts or can I just listen in?”

“No, I’ve got a pre-recorded laughing track, I will be fine.” He winks at you and you duck behind your screen, hoping against hope that he doesn’t know how much that affects you.

- - -

“Yer early,” a warm, syrupy voice calls out as you enter.

You blink, surprised to see double. Oh, nevermind, it’s just twins.

“Sorry, I, uh,” you turn around as if Shohei will magically appear out of thin air. “I’m looking for my roommate? Fukunaga Shohei, I’m supposed to meet him here.”

“Ah, yer the smart one,” the guy on the left comments, taking of the black baseball cap with the restaurant logo to drag his hand through the bleachblond hair.

“Depends who you compare me to,” you point out and his brother snickers, followed by a “Shut yer trap!” from the blond.

“I’m Osamu Miya, but you can call me Samu,” the snickerer tells you, offering you his hand. He’s the one with the smooth voice, the one that reminds you of rich chocolate that’s melting. It’s embarrassing how attractive that sounds, especially when you’re head over heels into Shohei.

“Mhm, yes, uh,” you shake his hand regret it immediately when his grip is warm and firm.

“And I’m Atsumu Miya, the famous Setter.”

You blink. “The famous what now?”

His face falls. He’s kind of adorable like that, though you’ve never been a fan of mobbing someone for fun. “Is that a sports term?” You ask to clarify, pulling back your hand from Samu, sorry, Osamu’s grip. “I’m not good with Sports.”

Both of them look at you like you’ve suddenly grown a second head.

“Did no one tell you what tonight is about?”

“Well,” you start when the bell chimes behind you. You turn, hoping on a rescue but nevermind. It’s Kuroo of all people.

“Ah, you’ve already met the hosts,” he links his arm around your shoulders without asking. God, you hate being touched without asking. You try to shake him off but he’s persistent.

“Hey,” Osamu calls out, “give her some space, will ya?”

“Oh,” now Kuroo’s the one blinking. “Sorry.” He steps away. “Old habits die hard. Is Fukunaga coming?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “He said to meet him here. He’s bringing some food.”

“Nice,” Atsumu declares. “Double the food.”

Shohei arrives late, hair disheveled as usual and smelling like the cheap oil they use to fry up stuff. You’ve grown used to the smell by now because he carries it home after work everyday, but you can tell he’s feeling awkward about it amidst all those guys that seem to have showered in aftershave before arriving.

“Hey,” he finds you at the bar. You’re not there for the alcohol but the chairs, because all the other seating arrangements are too soft and you can’t stand it when your body sinks into a cushion when you’re supposed to be sitting.

“Hey,” you smile at him, can’t help it. “I missed you.- I mean, I’ve been missing you here. Samu’s fun, but he’s not you. Like, comedy wise, you know? His jokes only work because of his weird dialect and-”

“Did you try his food?” Shohei interrupts you, nodding into the direction of your plate.

“Yeah,” you reach for it only to realize it’s empty already. “The Onigiri are good. Just the right amount of filling. What did you bring?”

“Chicken Wings and Ribs. I was thinking Paella but it doesn’t taste as good when it’s cold.”

“What a shame,” you pull a face. “I love your Paella.”

He smiles, the edges of him softening. “I’ll make it again when we’re back home.”

“Hey Hey Hey!” Bokuto slings his arms around the both of you, nevermind the fact that you’ve slid out of his grasp three times already. “Are you excited for the game?”

“For sure,” Shohei tells him, shifting in Bokuto’s hold to the point the bigger guy has to let go of you. You send your roommate a thankful smile.

Something’s wrong with Shohei.

You haven’t yet figured out what it is, but you can tell it’s there. It’s in the way he’s grown quiet next to you, watching instead of talking.

He’s tried a few of the things Samu made before giving up, pretending to be not hungry when you know he usually eats thrice as much.

When the match starts and everyone unites around the TV to watch some people play a sport you know nothing about, Shohei stays close.

“Can you explain?” You ask quietly, unwilling to start a new discussion about how you know nothing about it.

Shohei startles. “Oh, sure. So the point of the game is-”

“Oh, hey,” Samu appears to your left. “Ya mentioned ya know nothing bout it. Sit over here, ya have a better view. Tsum, move yer fat ass, we need tha space.”

“Oh, no, I don’t-”

But Atsumu’s already gotten up and moved, all the while bickering and everyone’s looking at you know, waiting for you to fill the empty spot.

Even Shohei, quiet again, pushes you forward.

“It’s fine,” he tells you and without him having your back you have no reason to decline.

- - -

Samu pays your Cab back and you hate it.

It feels like you owe him now, not just money but so much more. Food, an experience, a helping hand you didn’t ask for.

“Did you like it?” Shohei asks, picking at a threat in his jacket, the bag with the leftovers on his lap.

“It was okay,” exhaustion sits heavy on your chest like one of those fat cats that like to choke their owners while they sleep.

“The game?”

“Everything,” you wish you could pull your knees to your chin and curl into a ball, roll away until this is all forgotten. “It was a lot but it was okay. Did you have fun?”

Shohei doesn’t answer for a moment.

When he does his voice is weirdly tight. Even if you weren’t as perceptive as you are, you would have noticed, you’re sure.

“I think Osamu likes you. Did he give you his number?”

“He asked for mine,” you tell him. “I didn’t give it to him.”

In the flickering light of passing street lights you can see the surprise on his face.

“Why not? He’s a total catch.”

“Why? I mean, why is he a catch?”

“He’s good looking,” Shohei counts off on his hands, “Funny, respectful of your boundaries, a good cook, generous, smart…”

“Aren’t you all that too?” You bite your tongue but it’s too late, the words are out of your mouth.

Shohei halts, fingers still in the air.

He breathes out, deflating visibly.

“I’m more like an off-brand version of him.”

“Off-brand?”

“Yeah,” he nods solemnly. “He’s buff, I’m a twig. He’s funny, I’m still working on it. His cooking is- did you taste it? He has his own restaurant and I work as a shift cook. He has the money to pay our cab and I-”

You grab his hand and squeeze it.

“You know,” you talk around the lump in your throat. “Some people really like off-brand stuff.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” you trudge on, not really sure where this is going. “Like, some people buy Louis Vuitton handbags and stuff, but not everyone. Some people have the money but they don’t want the designer stuff, the name brand handbag, you know? It’s too high maintenance for them.”

“High Maintenance,” Shohei repeats quietly and you want to ask what he thinks about it but the cab stops in front of your apartment building and you have to get out.

It looks different now, after tonight.

Atsumu’s place with his built in bar, huge TV and the fifteen rolled up bath towels for easy use that you assume were put there by his cleaning service… it feels like a different world.

“I’m not High Maintenance,” you say, more to remind yourself than anything else. “I like my weird apartment.”

And, suddenly brave, you add. “And my weird roommate too.”

“I’m weird?” There’s a glimmer of humor in his eyes as he asks.

“Type F,” you remind him. “Type Fukunaga.”

He links your arms together before trudging up the stairs.

“Shohei?” You ask, fresh-faced and Pyjama-clad, surprise in your voice. “What are you doing?”

“Oh,” he turns from the stove. “I’m uh… making Paella.”

“After six rounds of Ribs and Wings?”

“Well,” he rubs the back of his neck. He was supposed to use the bathroom after you, not start cooking for Dinner at midnight. “I wanted to, uh… make a point. A statement, if you will.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” his fingertips are hammering onto the kitchen counter like he’s playing invisible drums. “Cause, you know, if you want to impress someone, you need to put your best foot forward.”

“I do agree that Paella is your best dish.”

“Right?” His smile blooms. “So I’m making it.”

“And who’re you going to impress with it?”

“Oh,” Shohei falters again. “Well, uh… you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah,” he pulls his shoulders up to his ears. “Because, you deserve some name brand stuff. Something High Maintenance.”

“Even if I don’t want it?” You cross your arms over your chest, suddenly nervous about where this is going.

“Even then,” he clears his throat. “And I’m going to give it to you, if you have some patience with me. This is just a promise. Like a promise ring, but with food.”

Shohei pauses.You can see the gears turning. “A paella ring?” He offers, the joke terrible.

You smile. “A Paella ring.”

For a moment, all you share is that smile and the promise of something. Then, his words sicker into the part of your brain that has already tried to say goodnight.

“Wait, did you just… confess to me?”

Shohei blushes. “Yeah, was I… too weird about it?”

“No, I’m weird about it. You know my brain, I didn’t get it.”

“Oh,” he smiles. “Should I go again?”

And it’s that, really, that will always stand out to you. Type F, Fukunaga.

“Yes please,” you tell him, knowing he’ll do it again and again, only for you.

“Okay, so what do you think about this one?” Shohei turns his phone on the table so you can read the script to his newest Stand up Routine. “Also, Wings or Ribs?”

“Wings,” you say as you read on. “We’ve had Ribs last time.”

“True that.” He gets up to order, is back in less than a minute. “They already prepared it. Seems like we’re too predictable.”

“Oh,” you look up. “But we can’t switch it up. I only like the Wings and Ribs here.”

“I could offer to cook,” he thinks out loud. “Some Paella on the Menu would be a nice change, don’t you think?”

You smile. “I’d like that. Also, the Paella Ring is a nice touch to the Routine. When are you trying that out?”

“Tonight. Are you coming?”

His knee knocks into yours below the table as his hand finds yours above, squeezing it tight. There’s a ring there, no diamonds, a promise of something more and the reminder of what already is.

“Do you even have to ask?”

“Course. I’m High Maintenance like that,” Shohei winks.

You lean in to kiss that joke right of his lips.

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distortionbobble · 1 year ago

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pairing: michael 'mikey' berzatto x f!reader

warnings: angst with no happy ending, talks about substance abuse, no mention of mikey's s*icide

a/n: i don't know why i got the idea for this but then i started writing it and then more came and i couldn't stop and then it got a little too personal for me! so here we are. listened to dial drunk by noah kahan while writing this

wc 5K

You can’t cook for shit. And maybe that says something about you, says something about the way you were raised because your mother was a fuckin’ culinary genius but you didn’t seem to get much of that. You didn’t get much from your mother, including her time. But it didn’t matter much when you were younger, because your babysitter’s house was right next to the Berzatto’s. Natalie Berzatto happened to be just your age and she’d taken you in pretty damn quickly. After that, you were one of the Bears, no question about it. You looked after Carmy like he was your own brother, laughed at Richie’s jokes and called him Cousin like he was one. But Mikey…

Well, Mikey was another story.

And then you’d gotten swept off of your feet by your boyfriend, the one who promised that the two of you would be stars together in L.A. Chicago had been left behind, with Mikey and Richie and Sugar and Carmy in it. L.A. had been nice, at first— you were a waitress and he was looking for jobs. Then he stopped looking for jobs, and you were still a waitress. By the time you realized that you had walked into a dead end it had been five years, and you didn’t have anything to show for it. So you packed it up, headed back to Chicago and Natalie and Carmen and Richie and Michael. Back to your safe place. The Berzattos.

You stand before their house now with a tote bag full of farmers market veggies, something that you started doing when you were back in California. Your heart is in your throat— you’re nervous, you realize— but you knock and the door swings open almost instantly. Sugar stands before you, her typical sweetness held back by a reservation that you earned by calling her less and less as the years went by. You swallow, about to say something, but she pulls you in for a hug, and her arms feel like you never left.

“Hey, Spice,” she murmurs into your hair, squeezing you tight. Sugar and Spice, always together. That’s what the two of you were.

“Hey, Sug.”

“You didn’t call,” she whispers, still holding on to you tightly. She’s right, you know it, and there’s so much to tell her because of it. You just hold her tighter.

“I know. I’m sorry.” She pulls away from you, eyeing you up and down before she smiles brightly and pulls you into the kitchen.

“Carmy, Mikey, Richie, look alive! Guess who’s here!” She shouts, and the three all stop their chaotic kitchen shenanigans to look at you.

“Spice? No fuckin’ way. Finally left that jagoff for good, huh?” Richie jokes, pulling you in for a hug.

“Sure did, Cousin,” you grin, clapping his back. Richie may be a special breed of insane but you can’t deny the love you have for him.

“Good to see ya, Spice,” Carmy smiles, pulling you in for a side hug. Your awkward pseudo-little brother, the one who you helped with English in high school and always wanted to be around you and Sugar when you went out.

“You too, Carm.”

And then there was one.

Michael Berzatto stands in the middle of the kitchen, and he feels the way he always does, like he’s filled every part of the room and you’re connected to him even before you’re touching him.

“You look good, Spice,” he says. Your arms wrap around his middle and you hold him tight— he smells like oregano and parsley and spices, and you press your head into his chest as you let yourself be engulfed by him. It feels right, this.

“Thanks, Mikey Bear,” you say, lifting your head but still in his embrace. He smiles softly, brushing your cheekbone with the back of his knuckles and then releases you.

“So, like I was saying before Spice so rudely interrupted me, huh?” He grins, biting his tongue cheekily when you scoff in mock amusement. “Richie and I, we’re at the bar and this asshole, he’s all ‘Quit staring at my girl,’ but the chick had just spilled peanuts, like, all over the floor of the fuckin’ bar. Shit’s a mess, like bro, we’re just wondering if you’re gonna clean it up. Yeah, he did not like that. Not a little bit. So he gets all,” Mikey puffs up his chest and squares back his shoulders, staring down at you as he pretends to get up in your space. “And Richie and I, we’re like—“

“Dude, what the fuck?” Richie chimes in, laughing. “Wasn’t so funny three seconds later when he’s got a big ol’ kabar knife out and he’s slashing at Mikey’s bicep.”

“Yep, still got the scar,” Michael laughs, rolling up the sleeve of his t-shirt to show the silvery puckered skin on his upper arm.

“Chrissake, Mikey,” you laugh, reaching out to trace it with your fingers.

“Hey, Spice, you mind helping me prep the veggies?” Sugar asks from behind you.

“You sure you wanna have her doing that?” Carmy asks with a shy grin. “She might add her fingers or somethin’ to it, the klutz.”

“Still shit at cooking, huh, Spice?” Michael laughs at you. You narrow your eyes playfully.

“I’ll have you know, Michael Berzatto, that I can in fact make a mean grilled cheese. Just so you know.” Michael smiles as you begin to slice the vegetables at a painstakingly slow pace.

“Alright Spice, then you gotta make me a nice grilly cheese, ‘kay?” Michael grins.

Sugar whispers something to Michael, making him clear his throat awkwardly. You have no doubt it’s a reminder to him to be gentle; that you’re fragile, damaged goods right now. She’s right. It’s a reminder of the time you wasted with that man, but it doesn’t matter now.

You keep cutting the veggies.

~~~

It’s around nine by the time that dinner’s all done and the dishes all cleaned. Your laughter hasn’t run out but you’re tired, and you need the time alone to go and feel sorry for yourself. You deserve that, you think, because you went and pushed Sugar away when she had your back like nobody else. Still does. Loyalty like that doesn’t come easy.

She had her hand on the side of your chair the whole dinner, like you were gonna bolt at any second and it was the only way she could keep you by her side. You wanna tell her that it’s for good now; that you’ll be by her side forever now. It’s just that it got hard to call when she’d ask you about your life and it felt fucking pathetic to tell her you moved all the way out here for an asshole who didn’t do his own dishes. So when telling her the truth got too hard you stopped telling her anything. And that’s on you. But you’re back now, and that’s the best you can offer.

You’re walking to the trunk of your car, tote bag now stacked with little Pyrex dishes with leftovers of Mikey and Carmy’s creations, when Mikey calls your name from the doorway. He jogs out to you when you look up, surprised.

“Hey, lemme help you put your shit back,” Mikey offers, but you know Mikey enough to know that’s just a poor excuse. He lingers by the trunk as you shut it, taking a quick breath before he gathers his courage. You’ve never seen Michael nervous like that. “So, um, Spice. You’re—you suck at cooking.”

“Thanks so much, Michael. Is that what you came out here to say?” You laugh, shoving his shoulder away as you walk to your door.

“No, no, I was wondering if you’d like to learn to cook. From me, I mean. Just the basics, y’know, but— we could do it, yeah?” And you wonder why Mikey even bothered asking because he’s Michael fuckin Berzatto and you could never say no to him. You nod excitedly, maybe a little too excitedly, but you missed him and you missed his energy and you want to be around him so of course you’d say yes. Without a heartbeat of doubt.

“Yeah, Mikey. I’d fuckin’ love that.” It’s hot in Chicago tonight, and the pavement is radiating heat or maybe it’s Michael, because you feel warm inside and you think part of you’s gonna stay stuck here forever. Forever with Mikey, that sounds nice.

~~~

You’re starting off easy with spaghetti tonight. You bought some new pans and shit, hoping to get it all set up before Mikey comes. You’re thinking about him long before he comes— about how you felt about when you were kids, that bashful feeling you’d get when he’d say hi and that little flicker of jealousy when he talked to other girls or about other girls in front of you. But Mikey Bear was so hopelessly off limits— it’s not like him and Sugar had a bad relationship but she’d never be truly okay with you dating him. Besides, you never did get the vibe that he felt the same way. So you admired from afar, and enjoyed Mikey the same way everyone else did.

But maybe it’ll be different today. Just maybe.

Mikey rings the doorbell and he fills the room the second you open the door, big and loud and joking around as he sets down big cans of tomato sauce and eggs and flour.

“Okay so I got the spaghetti from the store—“

“Stop right there,” Mikey interrupts. “Spice, if we’re cooking, we’re going all out,‘kay? Now c’mere, I want you to grab a knife and start cutting this onion up.” Mikey grabs his phone and starts playing some music from the tinny-sounding speaker. It’s not a song you recognize but Mikey sings along to it anyways, humming and stirring the eggs and flour to make the pasta himself.

You work on cutting the onions but you’re slow, something that doesn’t surprise you but you feel a little embarrassed next to Mikey.

“Spice, hey, hey, Spice, you’re cuttin’ those up all wrong,” Mikey says in quick alarm. He comes up from behind you, fingers encircling your wrist as he presses his chest into your back. You don’t know if you’re breathing— you think you forgot how to, the warmth of his body making your brain short circuit. Mikey covers your hand with his own, moving the knife through the onion and leaning down so his face is next to yours.

“All done,” Mikey murmurs, stepping back, and the immediate loss of his warmth sends a pang of want up your spine.

You work for the rest of his dinner under his guidance, enjoying how he tells you about Tina and Ebra and what Fak’s been up to, laughing at all the right points and feeling so much like that version of you that had been so in love with him. He makes the pasta from scratch, making a mess of your kitchen counters, but mess is a memory and you’re glad to make it with Mikey.

He’s so gentle with you, and it’s obvious in the way he talks about your life in L.A.. He offers you a job at The Beef but you turn it down, knowing it’ll just run you back to what you ran from, just this time without the dead weight. But he’s so fuckin’ sweet it might rot your teeth. Mikey makes you feel like you’re some sort of comedic genius— like every word that comes out of your mouth is one that he couldn't be more fascinated by. You’re sure he’s like this with everyone (because that’s who Michael Berzatto is, he walks into a room and everyone loves him) but you feel… special. And maybe he really does care because he’s got this look in his eye that makes you wanna lean in and kiss him the way you wanted to when you were young and he was only a couple years older or when he watched chick flicks with you and Sug because he wanted to spend time with her. You’ve gotten the little side rays of his light but this, this sweetness unfiltered and on your tongue, he’s so bright and you can’t look away and you want all of him. All of Michael Berzatto.

“Alright, Spice. What was the best part of L.A.?” Mikey asks you as you set the plates of spaghetti down on the table, sitting across from him.

“Uh. Leaving it?” You laugh, prompting Mikey to laugh too.

“Nah, but I’m serious. There’s gotta be one thing that you liked about it, right?” He asks, leaning his elbows on the table. The pieces of his hair fall into his face, giving him that rugged, could-care-less Mikey look that you’ve never been able to resist.

“Okay, well, uh, there was this crow who was always right by my apartment complex, and I know it sounds ridiculous, but he knew me. Like, I’d feed him seeds and fruits and shit like that every single day before my shifts, and most days it felt like he was the only living thing in that city who would care if I was gone. He’d bring me coins and twigs and bits and baubles all the time and I thought it was just the sweetest. And then one day I saw that he had a little nest with little eggs in it and then I thought, y’know, I think it’s time for me to move on too.” You smile at the memory.

“Fuckin’ Snow White over here,” Mikey teases.

“Shut up,” you laugh. “So what about you? How has The Beef been running? I’m so proud of you about it, by the way. And I heard you moved in to help Donna out. You’re the fuckin’ sweetest, Mikey Bear.” You see Mikey’s eyes dim for a second— just a brief flash, gone so fast you thought you imagined it, because the next second he’s back to smiling and laughing.

“It’s good, Spice. It’s real good.”

“And you love it?” You guessed, smiling. Mikey sips his water and smiles back at you. You take note of his silence but don’t say anything, eating your spaghetti as he moves on to the next great Mikey story.

~~~

Mikey comes over a lot. It’s not every day but it’s damn near close to it. It’s comfortable. He comes by your house on the way back to the Berzatto house, and he brings food and teaches you how to cook and peel and season and makes you feel loved through his food. You feel special, like the great Mikey Bear chooses to spend time with you so often.

You’re making chicken-pepper tonight, which is something that The Beef holds on its menu.

“I feel pretty special, being taught by a subject matter expert on this,” you tease Mikey as he murmurs a behind, hands ghosting your hips as he squeezes past you in your tight kitchen.

“Alright, Spice, you gotta give me some room here,” he grunts, towel slung over his shoulder as he moves the pan with the chicken off of the stove.

“I’m trying, Mikey, but there’s no damn room and I still wanna watch what you do,” you groan. He nods, like he’s thinking of something— which is dangerous, because Mikey’s ideas usually are. Before you can register it, Mikey’s bent down and wrapped his big, beefy arms around your waist and hoisted you onto your countertops.

“This work, Spice?” He asks cheekily, seasoning the chicken as you blink in surprise.

“I mean… I guess so,” You stammer out, confused. You’re distracted as you watch him cook, your mind dwelling on the feeling of his hands on your body, thinking about what it might feel like if he came over here and kissed you right now. You’ve missed several steps by the time that Michael calls out your name, holding out a fork with a little piece of chicken on it.

“Where’d you go, Spice?” He asks you softly, blowing on the food before he holds it to your mouth. Mikey’s eyes are tender as they meet yours— no judgment, just a genuine want to know what you’re thinking. It makes you think of the difference with how your ex treated you, how he’d ridicule you when you got lost in thought. “You do that a lot?” You shrug, chewing on the chicken as you nod.

“Mikey, that’s delicious,” you smile. You’re lost in his eyes for a second, and the world feels like it hit pause. The warm glow of your kitchen lights make everything softer, and your hand reaches out to rest against Mikey’s face. You rub your thumb softly against his skin and he’s staring back at you, eyes gentle as he looks at you.

“Hey, can I- can I try something?” You ask, almost shyly as you steel yourself with the courage to go through with it. When Mikey nods you push yourself straight, lips hovering a centimeter away from his before he bridges the gap. His lips are soft and warm against yours, moving just slightly before he pulls back.

“Spice, I… I’m sorry, but we can’t,” Mikey says, taking a step back as a red flush rises up his neck.

“No, I’m sorry, I get it,” you say, heart beating rapidly. You try to squash the swell of nausea but you can’t, the anxiety welling up in you as you realize you’ve gone and fucked it up. “Um, should we eat now?”

“Nah, I think— I think I’m gonna head home, Mom probably needs me,” Mikey says, swallowing roughly. You want to cry— you can’t lose him, but you’ve got to give him his space.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You ask hopefully, a surge of disappointment rising at his hesitant nod. Then he’s out the door, raking a hand through his strands and leaving his hair in disarray. Your nose twitches at the smell of something burning— Mikey forgot to turn off the heat, and now the chicken’s burning. Shit. There goes your dinner, along with the rest of the night. Fucked.

~~~

You waited for Michael the next day. And the next. It took you about a week to realize he wasn’t coming back, and while that was difficult to swallow, you realized you had to keep going. And for the next month you made the dishes you’d made with Mikey, practiced cooking on your own, always making enough for two just in case he stopped by.

You regret the kiss. Of course you do. You thought there was something between you— all that tension building in the kitchen every time you cooked with him, the softness of his hands and how intimate every moment with him felt. But you were wrong. He just saw you as Sugar’s best friend and probably treated you with kindness because of that. Maybe even because he pitied you. Whatever it was, it was your fault that it had fallen apart.

Tonight, though, you have a date. No more sitting around pitying yourself, you’re going out. Sugar connected you with one of Pete’s friends, who’s coming tonight to pick you up and go to a restaurant. You’ve got on your nicest dress, did your hair and makeup and you look good, dammit. So why does it feel like something’s missing?

There’s a sharp rap on your door as you struggle to hook the clasp of your necklace, the noise making you lose your focus.

“Coming!” You call out, a hint of frustration light in your voice as you attempt to hook it while you open the door. To your surprise, it’s Michael at the door, standing with a big grin and a few bags of groceries in his hands.

“Hey, Spice. You’re lookin’ good,” he comments lowly, a hum sitting behind his teeth as he looks you up and down. Your surprise doesn’t outweigh the flutter in your belly when he says that.

“Thanks, Mikey,” you say, hugging the door. “Didn’t realize you were coming today, Bear.”

“You mind if I come inside?” He asks— it’s a formality, he’s already one foot in the door before you can say a word.

“I’ve actually going to dinner tonight, hence the looking-nice-today,” you supply, closing the door after him awkwardly.

“Spice, you look good everyday,” Mikey protests, already headed to the kitchen to put down his bags. “For dinner tonight— branzino?”

“Mikey, Bear, you didn’t hear me right, honey. I’m— I’m going out. For a date.” Michael freezes then, bags slipping through his fingers as some shadow crosses his face.

“Oh.” Oh? That’s all he has to say? Whatever.

“Yeah. And I’m, um, I’m sorry about the— the, y’know, the kiss. I feel really terrible about it.” You reach back to attempt to fix the clasp, but Mikey’s already walking towards you.

“Nah, lemme get that for you,” he says, and his fingers sweep across the back of your neck, right where it’s sensitive, following the bumps of your spine to where you’re holding the clasp up and he takes it from you. Mikey looms over you as he stands behind you and he’s so everything that you almost feel like he’s engulfing you. It’s bad that you want to throw yourself into his arms and say fuck the date. Especially because that’s not what Mikey wants.

There’s a knock on the door by the time he’s finished figuring out the contraption.

“That’s him,” you say, turning to him shyly. “Whaddya think, Bear? Does it look nice?”

“Get the door, Spice,” he says quietly, leaning back on the kitchen counter as you fake a smile at his subtle rejection. You open the door and Pete’s friend stands there— typical finance bro, Patagonia vest and all but you’ll hand it to him that he looks nice.

“Hey, Jacob,” you smile, reaching out to hug him. “It’s nice to meet you. Come on in, I’ll just grab my shoes and my keys and then we can go?”

“Sounds good,” Jacob responds, kicking off his shoes and stepping into your apartment. “I’m Jacob, it’s nice to meet you,” he extends a hand to Mikey, who just looks at it stoically.

“And I didn’t ask. Spice, you’re going out with this guy? Nope. Josh or whatever the fuck your name was, you can leave now.” Jacob stammers as he looks at you and Mikey, unsure of what to do.

“Mikey, cool it, you’re being a bit of an asshole right now,” you say, slipping your purse over your shoulder.

“Nah. Leave,” he says, standing up straight. And it’s fucking intimidating. You’ve never seen Mikey like this, all big and mean and up in someone else’s face. “You don’t even deserve to be in her apartment right now. And I’m being nice to you so fuckin’ get a move on and leave.”

“Michael Berzatto!” You admonish, but Jacob is already backing up.

“Look man, I don’t know what’s going on here but I just came to take her on a date—“

“And that right there is the problem. You ever come round here again and I swear to you you’ll regret it,” Michael snarls. His face is distorted with red-hot anger, and you don’t know what you can do.

“I think it’s best you leave,” you murmur to Jacob. “I’m sorry about this,” you say, walking him to the door as Michael fumes behind you. The door closes with a soft click, and you rest your head on the cool surface as you gather yourself.

“Spice, I-“

“Michael Berzatto, what the fuck was that?” You shout. He winces and you know you should reign it in, keep your cool, but you’re absolutely furious with him. “You embarrassed me back there!”

“Spice, baby, he doesn’t deserve you. I’m just lookin’ out for you,” he murmurs, but there’s a desperate quality to it. Like he wants to convince you but even more so himself.

“This is just fucking— this is unfair as fuck, Michael,” you warn, tossing your jacket and purse onto the couch in your anger. You reach back to undo the necklace Michael had just put on you, smacking his arm away when he reaches out to help you. “If he doesn’t fucking deserve me, who does, huh? You? Does the great Michael Berzatto deserve me?” You sneer angrily, pushing his chest as you get in his space

“I don’t deserve you,” He responds quietly, meeting your eyes with such tragedy that it chips away at your stony resolve. When you go silent at his words, he hesitantly reaches out to cradle your jaw, tucking his fingers behind your ear and stroking his thumbs on your jaw. “I don’t, Spice. I’m a fucking mess and that’s why I didn’t come around for so long because if I came back,” Mikey swallows softly, leaning down to your face so that his forehead is pressed against yours, his nose brushing yours and you can’t think about anything other than his lips, his lips that you wanna kiss but can’t, shouldn’t—“I’d wanna kiss you all over again.”

“Can’t you let me make that decision?” You plead, encircling Mikey’s wrists with your hands as he pulls away, staring at you like you’re a memory of something he’s lost. “I’m right here, Bear,” you remind him, snapping him out of his reverie. He tries to move his hands away but you hold on tighter, pleading him silently to stay, to fix this.

“Forget me, Spice. For your own sake.” Mikey pulls away, giving you a look full of longing and regret, and leaves you, with just his two bags of groceries and the faint feeling that your heart just got broken.

~~~

It’s been a month since that night. Time feels like molasses—sticky, slow around you as you wade through everyday life. It feels like you’re being pulled back to him— every meal you eat, you wish it was with him; every time you meet with Sugar, you’re dragged back to the memory of him, the ghost of his presence just hovering behind your shoulder. You’re stuck, but you’re doing your best to make it through. After all, it’s not like you have another option. Mikey’s changing, too. You see it proximally— the way Sugar dims when Mikey’s mentioned, the way that he banned Carmy from The Beef. He’s lashing out, you know it, but you can’t interfere. It’s not your place.

You’ve been going over to Sugar’s a lot now. She’s got that boy, Pete, who may be a little boring but he anchors her and he treats her right and she loves him. He’s exactly what Sugar has ever needed. It makes you think of your own life, what you need, and if you’ll ever get it. Because the more time that passes, you get more and more convinced that the Mikey-sized hole in your life can’t be filled by anyone else. You can’t think of anyone else who has brought more comfort to your life, who knows you more than anyone, who makes your heart thump with just a smile. Maybe Mikey was it, and now you’re never gonna get that back.

You’re coming back from Sugar’s, sitting silently in your car with your head resting on the cool glass window as you think of Mikey. You do a lot of that. The ring of your phone snaps you out of your memories, your ringtone singing out in the space of your car as you sit and watch it go. It feels like a grenade, like something ominous so you let it ring, the feeling of something unsettled heavy in your stomach. And right before the call drops, you pick up.

“Hello?” You ask, the unfamiliar Caller ID throwing you off. There’s a beat of silence and you move to hang up, thinking that it’s just spam.

“Spice,” Mikey’s voice rings out. His speech is slurred, slow, and that heavy feeling in your gut sits like a boulder when you hear his voice. The sound of it makes tears well up in your eyes, and you grip the leather of your steering wheel to ground yourself. Why did he call? Didn’t he tell you to forget him? “Spice, could you come get me from the police precinct on 9th?”

“What did you do?” You whisper, hanging up and putting the key back in the ignition to go get him. You hate yourself for doing this, for being at his beck and call as you speed on your way to the station. It’s late, the fluorescents buzzing overhead when you stride into the police station.

“I’m here to pay bail for Michael Berzatto?” You ask the desk jockey in front of you, already pulling out your wallet.

“You the one that hung up on him?” He asks, squinting at you as he takes your card and processes it. You nod, just wanting to see Michael already. “Huh. We didn’t think you’d come,” He scoffs. “Anyways, since he listed you as his emergency phone call, we thought you should know; we found this in his coat pocket, has his name on it and everything but just in case.” He hands you a little orange prescription bottle, only a quarter of it left as the pills rattle in the bottle. Painkillers. You tamp down your shock and nod, choosing to stay wordless so you don’t incriminate him. The jockey sighs, standing up and beckoning you to follow him to the Drunk Tank. You spot Mikey immediately, shaggy strands falling before his eyes, beard grown out and that tired, tired look on his face that just pierces your stomach.

“Michael Berzatto?” The jockey calls out, clearly bored. Michael’s head snaps up and you see that heartbreaking combination of regret and gratefulness in his eyes when he sees you. “You’re free to go,” He sighs, waving Mikey out and shutting the door again.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” He stammers, uncertain, looking down at you like he doesn’t know what the hell he’s supposed to do now. You nod sharply, unable to find the words as you walk briskly to your car. Mikey trails behind you like a drawn-out shadow, lingering behind you as you throw open the passenger side door and make your way to your own door.

“Get in,” You call out, buckling your seatbelt and staring straight ahead stubbornly. He follows suit, looking almost out of place as his large frame settles in the passenger seat. You make it to the first traffic light out of the precinct before you manage to say a word, frustration making your eyes sting with tears.

“Are you abusing painkillers?” You ask him abruptly, dabbing the corners of your eyes with the pads of your fingers as tears escape you. He’s silent next to you, because he knows you know. You look over at him and his jaw is clenched, gaze trained at his hands as he squeezes his eyes shut. “Why didn’t you ask us for help?” You ask him desperately as the silence becomes traitorous. “You’ve got something good going on. You can get better, Mikey,” You plead with him.

“You think I could ask you for help?” He asks, gripping the side of the door as he looks up at you. “You think I could ask Sugar for help? And be that fuckin’ selfish?” He sniffs, wiping his own tears away with the sleeve of his shirt. “I’m like a black hole, Spice. All my fucked-up shit would just pull you in and suck out your good until you’re just like me.” You nod, looking ahead as you continue driving in silence.

“And you really believe that?” You ask, disbelief lacing your tone. “You think it’s better to go through this alone?”

“I can get out of this,” he protests, and you don’t know who he’s trying to convince.

“You don’t have to,” You say quietly. “Michael, please stop pushing us away,” you plead, a sob catching in the back of your throat. He’s scaring you now, the way he’s talking, the danger that he’s in. You just want him safe.

“I can’t,” Michael admits, tears falling freely from his eyes as he confesses. “I’m not strong enough to stop and there’s no way out for me.”

“Yes there is!” You shout. “Michael, look at me! There is a way out of this and you deserve that way out! You won’t be hurting anyone if you ask for help. We need you just as much as you need us, Mikey.” You sigh, pulling into your apartment complex finally.

“I love you, Michael,” You confess, holding his hand and forcing him to look at you. “I have for a long, long time, and that’s not going anywhere. I don’t want anything in return,” You say softly, stroking his knuckles as he closes his eyes, leaning forward to rest his forehead on yours. “Just stay safe with me. For now, okay?” You ask, quietly pulling away, eager to get him into your apartment where you know he’ll be safe. Mikey nods.

You don’t know if he’ll be safe tomorrow. But for now, he’s safe with you, and that’s all that matters.

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sethsclearwater · 2 years ago

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requests: can a req a seth fic where reader is bella’s sister and they’re both like on the mountain camping w bella during the eclipse battle and the reader gets hurt? love ur fics btw 💕💕 AND can i get a fic where the reader is a vampire and has the power of making a sonic boom (sry if this doesnt make sense lol) and accidentally uses it on herself because she gets distracted by seth or bella during the eclipse battle and he has to take care of her after?

notes: as usual we’re pretending that reader and seth are both 20+ in this. also pretending that the pack and cullens have a good relationship at this point.

warnings: angst???

you sat in the cullen’s living room, surrounded by both the pack and the entire cullen family as you all prepared for the upcoming battle against victoria’s newborn army.

your sister, bella, and her boyfriend were seemingly the root cause of all of this seeing as they were the reason victoria had lost her mate, james. you had very little interest in the whole thing if you were being honest. you had only recently been turned into a vampire and were still adjusting to that and dating a werewolf who happened to be the one and only seth clearwater.

seth had his arm wrapped around you, allowing you to curl into his chest while you both listened to carlisle and sam discussing the battle plan.

“i was thinking it would be wise to have y/n down on the field with us in case there are more newborns that alice saw in her vision.” carlisle said, everyone nodding in agreement.

you gnawed at your lower lip subconsciously, slightly nervous about the idea, “i still can’t control it that well. i don’t want to accidentally hurt anyone.” you said referencing your new powers.

shortly after being turned into a vampire you discovered that you had the ability to create a sonic boom “bubble” of sorts with your hand but were still working on controlling it.

“not gonna lie i do not want to be the one to get hit with that again and i don’t think paul does either.” emmett teased, referencing your mishap a few months back where you had accidentally used your powers on the two of them. the sonic boom left both men completely disoriented for the rest of the day.

if you were still human you imagined your cheeks would’ve been a bright pink by now. “it was an accident.” you groaned, burying your face in the crook of seth’s arm and seth chuckled, rubbing your arm with his free hand.

“it definitely didn’t feel like it.” paul added jokingly, both men laughing at your embarrassment over the whole thing, and you let out another groan, mentally trying to come up with any good excuse for the mishap but sam came to your rescue.

“that’s beside the point,” sam noted, shooting both paul and emmett looks for getting off-topic yet again before continuing, “y/n we can practice with it tomorrow some more before the battle so you’ll be ready. i’m sure paul and emmett would be more than happy to be test subjects for you.”

both paul and emmett exchanged a look at that and seth chuckled softly, “so seth will be with bella and i and the rest of you will be down on the field?” edward confirmed, adding to sam’s attempt to get everyone back on track.

you shook your head, “absolutely not. i’m not leaving him up there.” your grip on seth’s free hand tightened in a weak show of force.

“i’ll be fine.” seth cooed, pressing a quick kiss to the crown of your head and you looked up at him shaking your head.

“bella why don’t you just stay at home with edward? you’re safer that way and then seth can stay with me.” you turned to your sister who had been relatively quiet this entire time.

her cheeks heated up and she shook her head, “i’m not leaving him either.”

“no one is asking you to leave him. edward-” you started and he threw his hands up in defeat, shaking his head.

“i already tried talking her out of it y/n.” he reasoned and you groaned, turning to seth for assistance who also shrugged.

esme jumped in then, “why don’t we switch out seth with embry then?” she suggested thoughtfully and you nodded while embry let out a loud groan at that suggestion.

“esme, as much as i appreciate the suggestion, no way.” embry noted, chuckling as you let out another sigh, leaning further into seth.

seth soothingly pressed his lips to your hair again before suggesting to everyone, “why doesn’t she stay with me and edward can send her down if you need her?”

you nodded, happy to know at least seth was in agreement with you. it was quiet for a moment while everyone pondered the idea before carlisle broke the silence, “i think that would be okay. and you’d stay with edward and bella if she needed to come down?”

you felt seth nod, “totally.” he noted, squeezing your side comfortingly.

“then i think that’s a fine idea.” carlisle said, everyone nodding in agreement before he smiled and added, “okay so we’ll get packed up to leave tomorrow morning and everyone will meet at the battle site tomorrow afternoon?”

everyone nodded again, happy to have finally come to an agreement.

…

the next morning you and seth had met everyone at the battle site. while jacob, edward, and bella sorted out who was going to carry her up the mountain, carlisle and esme helped you practice getting your power under control.

“carlisle there’s no way this is going to be safe.” you groaned, getting frustrated with not being able to get it under control.

carlisle nodded, “i still think it would be useful to have down here. you’ve been able to control the general direction of it which is good. i think as long as you can do that we’ll be fine. just don’t aim it towards any of us.” he noted thoughtfully and you sighed, sitting down next to seth who had been laying on the ground, patiently watching you in his wolf form while you practiced.

seth lifted his head to rest it in your lap and you sighed, running your fingers through his fur in an attempt to soothe your frustrations. “i guess,” you sighed again before adding, “thanks for helping me practice.” you smiled softly at carlisle and esme who both returned the smile.

“of course sweetheart,” esme cooed, “why don’t we take a break and get the tents set up for tonight? that might help take your mind off things.”

you nodded, seth and you getting up and following esme and carlisle up the mountain.

…

by the time that jacob, bella, and edward had gotten up the mountain, you, seth, and the rest of the cullens had finished setting up the campsites for the night. edward and bella had their own tent while the rest of you had set up a larger tent about half a mile away. although it was primarily for the wolves, you and the rest of the cullens (aside from edward) had decided to spend some time in there with them going over last-minute battle plans before getting settled for the night.

while the remaining cullens went out for one last hunt before the battle, the pack got ready to sleep. you had laid down and cuddled up with seth, listening to the pack’s quiet nighttime talks about their theories for how the jacob/bella/edward tent situation was going to go.

seth didn’t seem to be paying much attention, just stroking his fingers through your hair while you soothingly rubbed your hand up and down his chest. “there’s just no way jacob is getting out of that alive. no way.” you heard paul say, everyone, including yourself, laughing softly at the remark.

you pressed a kiss to seth’s chest before peeking up at him, “did i tell you what she told me about their night last night?” you murmured and he smiled down at you, shaking his head.

“he proposed.” you murmured again and seth’s jaw dropped.

“he proposed?” he emphasized, slightly louder than you would’ve liked which led to the rest of the pack catching on.

“edward proposed?” jared nearly screamed and you sat up, loudly shushing him before laughing at the whole ordeal.

“yes he proposed; you can’t tell anyone though!” you emphasized and everyone broke out into laughter, seth pulling you back down to lay on his chest.

“that makes it so much worse. they’re engaged and edward is watching her cuddle another man?” jared crowed, everyone cracking up over the thought.

paul chimed in then, “there is no way you’re convincing me that man doesn’t have an embarrassment kink. ain’t no other way he’d be letting it slide like that.”

you were nearly in tears at this point, laughing so hard you had to bury your face into the crook of seth’s arm to muffle your laughter. “alright, alright that’s enough. go to bed before he starts reading your thoughts, idiots.” sam ordered, though you could hear the teasing undertone to his voice. everyone quieted down a few moments later, seth allowing you to curl back up into him before he drifted off a few minutes later.

…

the next morning the wolves had woken up bright and early to find out jacob had, in fact, found out that bella was engaged to edward which led to a very pissed-off jacob, satisfied edward, and stressed out bella. but what else was new?

you thought that was the extent of it so you and seth had made your way over to bella and edward’s campsite to get ready only to see bella kissing jacob about 20 yards away and edward watching. and, although very interesting, you had bigger problems so you and seth got ready for the battle while that trio sorted out their issues.

seth had shifted and you sat with him quietly gossiping about how awful that whole situation was while you waited for the battle to start.

“y/n the battle just started.” edward alerted you and seth, both of you nodding and getting up, “victoria and riley are nearby - get ready.”

you pressed a quick kiss to seth’s head before allowing him to duck behind one of the snow-covered hills to hide while you waited for victoria and riley to appear. you stepped over to stand next to your sister while edward stepped forward in a protective manner.

the snow crunching about 20 feet away alerted you to both riley and victoria’s presence. “riley… riley biers right?” edward asked, both of you watching the two of them wearily.

“your parents have been looking for you everywhere.” edward said softly, a stark contrast to his defensive stance he currently held.

riley shook his head, “no they haven’t. my parents are dead. victoria -” riley looked up to her while she remained crouched in the tree above him and she smiled softly down at him.

“they’re dead riley.” she cooed as edward shook his head.

“riley she’s lying to you. they’ve been looking for you everywhere. you haven’t seen the posters? they’re all over forks.” he added before victoria let out a low hiss, looking back down at riley.

she frowned, “i told you, they play mind tricks on you.” you couldn’t tell if she was angry, sad, or what but she was definitely putting you on edge. you put your arm in front of bella protectively.

“if he moves, get back and stay low.” you murmured to her and she nodded, looking from you to riley nervously.

suddenly riley jumped towards you, nearly catching you before seth jumped out from his spot behind the snow hill, biting into riley’s shoulder and dragging him to the side. “you’re never going to get another chance like this, victoria!” edward shouted over riley’s screams.

you pushed bella back, mentally cursing edward for enticing her like that and ran forward to help edward deal with victoria.

unfortunately for the two of you, she was a much better fighter than the two of you anticipated and she had quickly managed to get edward into a headlock.

you could hardly focus with how fast everything was moving. between bella’s and riley’s screams, you weren’t sure where to help out. “just do it y/n!” edward screamed and you knew what he meant.

you needed to use your power.

you backed up, putting your hands in front of you just as you had practiced, and aimed for victoria’s head. you focused on victoria’s head, the smell of blood overcoming your senses forcing you to turn just as you released.

instead of hitting victoria, you had hit yourself.

in an instant all your senses were overtaken by the sound of the sonic boom. you couldn’t see, feel, smell, or taste anything other than the sonic boom and fuck, it was painful.

for the first time since becoming a vampire you felt real pain. despite your inability to see anything, everything felt like it was spinning. your ears were ringing loudly, your stomach churned, and you had completely collapsed onto the ground.

“y/n!” you could hear faintly seth yelling but you weren’t sure where his voice was coming from.

“call carlisle.” you could hear edward’s voice too but also couldn’t get a grasp on where it was coming from.

from seth’s perspective, you were collapsed onto the ground, seemingly unconscious after hitting yourself with your own sonic boom.

despite the fact that you did not need air, you started gasping in air, coughing as you rolled onto your side. you could feel seth’s hand rubbing up and down your side, at least you could feel him.

“you’re okay. you’re okay.” he murmured, continuing to rub your side as you heaved.

“everything is spinning.” you gasped out, finally able to at least communicate with him.

“i know, i know. carlisle is coming.” seth cooed as you attempted to push yourself up onto your hands and knees, failing miserably as you collapsed back into seth, still unable to feel much other than the impact of the sonic boom. “shhhh…lay down y/n. you need to calm down.”

you groaned as another wave of nausea washed through you causing you to dry heave and cough again. “i don’t know where you are.” you whimpered, still disoriented, attempting to roll over again but you felt seth’s hand grab your hip, holding you in place.

“‘m right here y/n. promise i‘m right here.” he sounded like he was about 30 feet away from you but the way his hand was rubbing your hip said otherwise. you quite literally had no way to ground yourself.

“just stay still y/n. you’re going to make it worse if you keep moving.” he cooed again, attempting to calm you down and at least try and bring you back to your senses.

you grabbed onto something, you weren’t sure if it was seth or the ground, squeezing your eyes shut as you attempted to reorient yourself.

you weren’t sure how long it had been, but when you attempted to reopen your eyes, everything was still spinning profusely but you could at least kind of see now. “shhh… there you go. can you see me now?” you could hear seth asking.

you rolled over, getting onto your hands and knees, trying to figure out where he was. you felt his hands cup at your jaw and suddenly he was in front of you. very blurry and spinning, but you knew it was him.

“not really.” you murmured and you could faintly see him nodding before turning and saying something to someone, you assumed it was edward.

seth released his grip on your jaw and allowed you to drop your head, attempting to ground yourself by taking deep breaths despite the fact that vampires can’t breathe. you felt his hand gently running up and down your spine as you heaved, centering yourself on the feeling of his touch while you waited to regain your senses.

you closed your eyes again.

when you reopened your eyes, seth was still spinning, blurry, and crouched in front of you but this time carlisle was with him too. the two of them were talking about something but, to be completely honest, it hurt whenever you tried to focus on anything but seth’s touch.

you looked up at seth who mouthed something to you that you couldn’t hear, the ringing in your ears still painfully loud. he allowed you to take a moment before trying again, “there you go babe. are you feeling better?” he asked softly, using the hand that wasn’t rubbing your back to cup your jaw gently.

you shook your head, whimpering and he nodded, “everything is spinning and it’s ringing.” you murmured and he nodded again.

you focused on his lips, still having a hard time hearing him, “carlisle wants you to lay down, can you do that for me?” he asked softly and you nodded, hoping you heard him correctly. he then helped you lay down and bury your face in his lap while you prayed this would go away quickly.

in between the spinning and ringing, you suddenly made out a loud cracking sound followed by a scream that sounded like one of the wolves. and, in your disoriented state, you had convinced yourself it was seth, despite the fact that he was currently holding you. you immediately rolled off of him, screaming for him and attempting to get up and failing miserably, collapsing back into seth’s arms.

you weakly fought against his grip, still disoriented, before he used the hand that wasn’t holding you up to grip your jaw and force you to look at him, “hey, hey i’m right here. i’m right here. that’s not me, okay?” you whimpered, pressing your hands to his chest, squeezing at the soft fabric of his t-shirt in another futile attempt to ground yourself.

“i don’t know what’s going on,” you sobbed into his t-shirt, “and i can’t see you.” you sobbed out again. and, although you could still tell it was him despite the spinning around you, you were by no means comfortable.

“i know, i know. i promise i’m right here, we’re gonna get you home in a minute, okay? you just need to lay down right now. you’re making it worse every time you get up.” he cooed, holding you tightly against his chest, waiting for you to nod before he helped you back onto the ground, letting you rest your head in his lap.

you weren’t sure how much time had gone by but soon enough you could hear carlisle talking with seth about how to get you home, “hey,” seth cooed, gently squeezing your hip so you’d open your eyes and look at him. unfortunately for you, the spinning and ringing were still pretty bad but at least he didn’t sound like he was 30 feet away from you. “do you think you can stand?” seth asked softly, hand still stroking your side soothingly.

you nodded, determined to get up despite the spinning in your head. you rolled off of seth’s lap, pushing yourself up to your hands and knees before attempting to stand and almost immediately collapsing into his waiting arms, “you’re okay, you’re okay.” you could hear him murmur soothingly. he held you up, allowing you to lean against his chest, squeezing his shirt tightly as his rubbed his free hand up and down your back.

“there you go,” he cooed softly after he felt you standing a bit more on your own and starting to support some of your weight. “you’re doing great.” he murmured and you felt him press his lips to your hair.

“do you want to try walking to the car? it’s about 20 feet away.” he asked softly and you looked up, trying to figure out where the car was. although you still were dizzy, it definitely wasn’t as bad as before as you could faintly make out emmett’s black jeep.

you nodded, slowly releasing your fists’ grip on seth’s t-shirt and leaning into his side before attempting to walk. it took a few seconds but soon enough you were sort of walking. seth had his arm wrapped around you, holding most of your weight up as you attempted to make your way to the jeep.

“hey, hey, wrong way,” seth cooed his grip on your waist tightening as he reoriented you towards the jeep, “it’s this way.” the spinning must’ve been worse than you thought.

after what felt like 10 minutes, you reached the jeep and seth helped you into the back seat and allowed you to lay down in his lap when you got in. “good job.” he murmured, leaning down and pressing his lips to your temple for a soft kiss.

suddenly you felt a cold hand sliding on your thigh, gently rubbing at your hip, “how are you feeling?” it was rosalie. you opened your eyes, blinking a few times to try and orient yourself again before you made out her figure sitting in the passenger seat and looking back at you.

“not good.” you murmured before emmett’s booming laugh filled the car followed by the sound of a loud smack as roaslie hit his head.

“hey!” he almost shouted and you groaned, burying your face in seth’s lap, he quieted down before continuing, “it’s definitely karma for her doing it to me a few months ago.”

you huffed knowing you couldn’t argue with him, and instead opted to grab at seth’s thigh before you found his hand, lacing your fingers together and squeezing tightly. “we’ll be home in a little bit. just keep your eyes closed. it helps.” emmett said from his spot in the driver’s seat and you nodded, allowing yourself to close your eyes and relax into seth’s lap.

after the seemingly never-ending ride was over, you pulled into the cullen’s driveway and seth helped you out of the car, allowing you to lean into him for support. “good job babe.” he cooed, arm wrapped around your waist as he helped you up the stairs and into the cullen’s house.

“emmett said hot water helped. maybe we should run a bath?” rosalie suggested from her place behind you and you whined, leaning more into seth as he helped support you weight more.

“that sounds good.” you could hear seth’s soft smile in his voice and you looked up at him to protest but he shook his head, “i’ll come in with you.” he reassured, pressing a kiss to your forehead before helping you up the stairs and into the master bathroom where rosalie had already started running a hot bath for you.

she smiled when she saw you and you whimpered, leaning off of seth and into her arms, hugging her. although she wasn’t one to show much affection, she did seem to have a soft spot for you from what you could tell. she returned the favor, wrapping her arms around you and helping support your weight, “you’re alright, seth’s gonna help you with the bath, yea?” she asked softly and you nodded, looking up at her.

“he’s gonna take good care of you, always does.” she reassured, tightening her grip on you momentarily before letting go and allowing seth to take you back into his arms. “i’m gonna get the bedroom set up with emmett for when you’re done. you just let me know if you need me and seth will get me, okay?” she asked softly and you nodded, smiling softly at her before she walked out, closing the door on her way out.

you could feel seth press another kiss to the top of your head, “see? you’re doing great.” seth murmured softly against your hair and you nodded, allowing him to help you sit at the edge of the tub so he could help you get undressed.

you allowed him to help you out of your clothes before helping you into the tub, the hot water instantly calming you down a bit. you whimpered when you realized he wasn’t with you, looking over at him anxiously, “‘m coming. just gotta get undressed.” he cooed, cupping your jaw and pressing a quick kiss to your lips before stepping back to pull his shirt off.

once he was undressed, he stepped in so he could sit behind you, allowing you to relax into him. “you’re doing so good babe.” he cooed after a moment, pressing his lips to the crown of your head soothingly.

you nodded, taking in another deep breath, deciding to keep your eyes shut while you relaxed against him. “what happened?” you asked softly, head rested against his bare chest as you intertwined your fingers with his.

“i didn’t see it but edward said bella tried to cut her arm with a rock and that must’ve distracted you. he said you turned and hit yourself instead of victoria on accident.” he cooed, taking your hands and pressing a kiss to them, “you scared me.” he murmured.

“‘m sorry.” you murmured, curling further into him and allowing him to wrap his arms around you and hold you to him.

“nothing to be sorry for. ‘s not your fault. ‘m just glad you’re okay.” he reassured softly, pressing another kiss to the crown of your head.

you nodded, “what did i hear?” you asked softly, pausing before adding, “afterward i mean. i thought someone hurt you.” you murmured, drawing mindless shapes on his chest with your fingers.

seth nodded, “it was jacob. apparently they didn’t get all the newborns and one came out afterward. leah had it but jacob tried to help her out and the newborn got his arms around him. carlisle is with him now so i don’t know what happened but it didn’t look good.” he explained, giving you a soft squeeze.

“is he gonna be okay?” you murmured, opening your eyes to peek up at him and he nodded.

“i think so. it didn’t look good but he’s a wolf. should heal pretty quickly.” he reassured, pressing his lips to your hair again.

you nodded, letting out a soft sigh and closing your eyes as you relaxed into his chest. you listened to his heartbeat, allowing the steady thumping to ground you while the two of you relaxed in the tub.

after a while, seth asked, “want me to wash your hair? promise i’ll be gentle.” you smiled, opening your eyes again and nodding.

he helped you shift so you were straddling his lap so you could wash his hair too. you held your hands out, allowing him to squirt some shampoo into your hands before you wove your hands into his hair, gently massaging his scalp as he did the same for you.

despite your raging headache and pain quite literally everywhere, it was intimate. after washing the conditioner out of his hair and allowing him to reciprocate the action for you, he helped you out of the tub, drying you off before doing the same for himself.

“rosalie brought you some comfy clothes.” he mused, as he helped you step into your underwear before helping you sit down so he could get the rest of your clothes from the neatly folded pile on the counter. “you want to wear a bra?” he asked softly, smiling at you as he held up the bra in question and you shook your head.

“didn’t think so.” he teased, tossing it to the side before helping you into one of his oversized t-shirts and old pair of sweatpants. after helping you sit back down, he got himself changed into a fresh pair of sweatpants and t-shirt.

once he finished, you reached out for him from your place on the edge of the tub, both of you smiling as he helped you up, allowing you to lean into his side as you made your way into the master bedroom. he pulled back the covers, helping you into the bed, “i’m just gonna get the brush then i’ll be back, okay?” he asked softly, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

“okay,” you paused before adding, “i love you.” you murmured, sitting up so you could lean against the headboard.

he smiled, cupping your jaw in his hand before pressing another soft kiss to your lips, “i love you too.” he cooed, “i’ll be right back.” he smiled before heading back into the bathroom for the hair brush.

as he stepped out, rosalie and esme came in. “oh honey,” esme cooed, stepping over to you and sitting at the edge of the bed, “how are you feeling?” she asked softly, gently squeezing your thigh through the covers.

“better. everything hurts and the ringing is still there but i can see you all now.” you murmured and rosalie smiled, stepping over and sitting at the edge of the bed as well so she could stroke through your wet hair.

“that’s good, is seth getting the brush?” roaslie asked softly and you nodded, smiling as seth stepped back in holding the object in question.

“you want the honors?” he teased, handing rosalie the brush when she nodded and coming around foot of the bed so he could climb in with you.

you leaned into rosalie’s touch, allowing her to gently brush through your hair, “carlisle should be coming back to check on you soon.” esme cooed, gently stroking her fingers up and down your leg.

you nodded, smiling as emmett stepped into the doorframe, leaning against the frame and chuckling when he saw your disheveled state, “hurts like a bitch right?” he teased and you giggled softly, nodding.

“sorry i didn’t believe you.” you mumbled, your smile betraying you and he chucked again.

“‘s fine.” he teased before turning his attention to seth, “you want anything to eat? i was gonna order some food but none of these vamps will eat.” he teased and you rolled your eyes. he always ate human food despite knowing he’d just throw it up later.

seth grinned and nodded causing both you and emmett to laugh, “‘m sorry. i forget you need to eat.” you said softly, stroking your fingers through seth’s wet hair gently and he smiled, pressing his lips to your collarbone for a soft kiss.

“not your fault.” he cooed before turning his attention back to emmett, “what are we getting? i’m starved.”

you giggled, allowing rosalie to finish brushing your hair while emmett and seth discussed which type of pizza they were going to get.

shortly after they decided on an extra large cheese pizza, esme, rosalie, and emmett left you two to relax for a while. you laid down, allowing seth to pull you into his chest, holding you against him, “i love you,” he murmured, “so much.” he cooed, kissing your forehead.

“i love you too.” you murmured, allowing him to slide his fingers under your shirt and stroke his fingers up and down your back soothingly. it didn’t take long for him to drift off, clearly exhausted from the overwhelming day. you relaxed into him too, allowing yourself to decompress, finally able to calm yourself down in his arms.

#seth clearwater #seth #clearwater #twilight #tts #twilight imagine #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #rosalie hale #emmett cullen #bella cullen #jacob black #embry call #jared cameron #sam uley #Quil Ateara #imagine #seth clearwater imagine

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yakumtsaki · 2 years ago

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Well things were nice and calm for one entire update, but don’t worry, we’re back to normal AS AIDEN CHEATS ON SANDY WITH JENNICOR TRICOU. AIDEN WHY. YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH 3 BOLTS

-C̴A̵N̵'̸T R̷E̷S̴I̸S̵T T̴H̸E V̵A̶M̶P G̴I̸L̸F🧟

OH MY GOD

-H̶O̵W C̸O̶U̷L̶D Y̸O̵U̵ ̶A̵I̸D̴E̵N, I̴ G̷AV̴E U̸P M̷Y L̴I̸F̴E A̶S A̷ C̷R̶Y̶P̴T S̸E̷R̵V̶A̴N̵T F̸O̴R̶ T̶H̷I̶S🧟‍♀️

Bro I can’t. I try to unlag our lot by marrying Sugar off, he cheats on his wife. I try to unlag our lot by marrying Sandy off, she gets cheated on. Not to be self-centered but WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME

-Welcome back Sandy, the bathrooms need cleaning! -G̷O̷O̵D̴ T̵O̴ ̴B̸E̴ B̴A̶C̴K🧟‍♀️

UGH

-Don’t worry bitch, I’m about to help with the lag once I take this final dump!

-Nice! About time I fuck outta here, see you stupid assholes never!

DOBRONEGA NO

-Tell Cyn that I love her and my children that I hate them!

-NOOOOO DOBRIE NOOOO HOW AM I GONNA LIVE WITHOUT YOU💗

Poor Cyn was devastated, she cried for days, her and Dobronega really had a Victoria/Victor pet soulmate thing going💔 RIP Dobronega, I’ll miss you so much💔

Because I wasn’t upset enough, the goddamn cleanbot had the worst meltdown yet, look at this shit:

FML. Sophito you have maxed mechanical, feel like taking a crack at fixing this??

-No thanks, I’d much rather play the piano and risk actual death by flies!

Thank God we have iVan around here because you people are USELESS.

Case in point. The military uniform is killing me.

-𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲. 𝙸𝙵 𝙲𝚈𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚈 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙲 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂.

Bartholomew’s amazing 1 nice point is starting to reveal itself, this kid is a NIGHTMARE.

-Come on, Barth, concentrate! You’re four, you need to learn how to speak! -GOO GOO >:(

Bartholomew straight up exhausted Sophie so I had to send in reinforcements.

-Alright, listen here, Bratolomew, I have enough disappointing family members, so learn to talk or Mr. Teddy loses his head. -FINE, YOU WIN, GEEZER

Felina returns from her first day of school, runs to hug Sophito (I’ll never get used to what good parents him and Liz are)-

-and brings with her Spice! Sugar has actually been a really good dad other than you know, destroying his marriage for no reason, while Spice was a toddler I always invited Sug over to hang out with his bebe so they have a good relationship. Now that Spice is a kid we can invite him over to our lot!

Awwwww❤️ God Sugar I’m still SO PISSED AT YOU FOR THE CLAIRE DIVORCE

Jojo is on his last legs (screaming crying throwing up) so I fulfil his wish to re-become a werewolf-

-BUT APPARENTLY HE HAD A SIMULTANEOUS FEAR OF BECOMING ONE TOO. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. WILL YOU MAKE UP YOUR MIND

-NO.

Here we go again, YOU’RE CURED. LAST TIME JOJO, I MEAN IT

-It’s ok, I’ve made up my mind..

-..a face this stunning should not be covered in fur!

No comment!

-OH MY GOD MY NEAT POINTS CAN’T TAKE THIS MESS -MINE NEITHER I’M LOSING MY MIND -IF ONLY iVAN OR SANDY WERE HERE TO CLEAN -EXACTLY, WE’RE TOO GOOD FOR IT

Un.real.

OH HELL YA, GET IT. Once we hit half a mil we’re moving to an even bigger, laggier mansion!

-Omg you guys, isn’t so funny how all 3 of you have worked most of your lives and I got a job as an elder and make more than you? Huhu!🌸

-Seriously, it’s totally crazy how my earnings have eclipsed yours! I mean look at Sophie, worked and worked to top the law career and for what?💗 -So I can represent myself in your murder trial. -Huhu looks like you guys are having your toast with a side of envy! Don’t even get me started on Shajar, mayor by 25 because she was running unopposed! Boy my life is FINALLY perfect!🌸

-HI WHAT THE HECK💗 -That’s right Cyneswith, I’m here to replace Aiden and Jack Do as your obligatory psycho spurned lover! I’m gonna barge in here daily to catch you cheating on me with your husband!

OH MY GOD GINGER SHEA JOHNSTON GTFO WHEN WILL THIS STOP

Awww❤️

Awwwwww❤️

Aww- SUGAR WHY IS THE GIRL YOU CHEATED ON JESSICA WITH HERE

-What do you think, Barth, time for ole’ uncle Sugar to get married again?

YA IT ABSOLUTELY IS NOT

I don’t know if you guys realize how long I’ve been trying to get Sandy on top of the culinary career, it’s RIDIC. This is the hardest time I’ve had with a career since Wyatt, Sandy WTF

-P̸E̸O̵P̸LE D̸I̵S̷C̴R̶IM̵I̶N̷A̵T̴E A̴G̷A̴I̴N̵S̸T Z̸O̷M̷B̷I̸E C̷O̷O̴K̸S̴! S̷O̷M̵E̷O̸N̷E F̵I̵N̷DS Y̵O̷U̸R E̷Y̵E I̴N T̷H̸E̴I̵R S̴O̷U̵P̸ O̵N̷C̷E-🧟‍♀️

OK MOVING ON

-Alright Felina, seeing as science is your one true hobby, your father is useless, and I have one day left on this wretched planet, it’s time for me to teach you the secrets of repairing iVan! -But I don’t wanna learn to repair that stupid robot, huhu!🌸 -ALRIGHT THE HUHUING STOPS NOW. Write this down: “To repair iVan you turn off his killmode switch-” which of course I’ve always left on.. -Ok.. -“and reassure him you love him and he’s a good boy, but if he doesn’t calm down you’re turning him into car parts”.

Oh wow, super scientific!

It’s Bartholomew’s birthday from which I have no pics because iVan almost killed us again..

-𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙻𝙴𝙶 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝚂𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙻 𝙱𝚄𝚂. -Believe it, buddy!

..and here he is with his glorious Ti-Ning nose! Boy did that toddlerhood cuteness of yours disappear.

-We get the face we deserve!

At least you’re self-aware!

Felina brought Cyan, June and Lakshmi’s bb with her from school! It’s so nice that all our lil cousins we’ll go to college with are showing up❤️

-Swan soooooooooong......... So loooooooong, shitty family, so looooooooooong..............🎵

It’s time😭😭😭

-Hello, old friend. Have you come for me? -I HAVE BEEN WALKING BY YOUR SIDE FOR A LONG TIME💀 -That I know. -ARE YOU PREPARED💀 -You have no idea.

SHAJAR DO YOU FUCKING MIND

OH MY GOD SHAJAR SERIOUSLY GET OUT OF THE FRAME

-It’s alright, it’s only appropriate that Shajar disappoint me one last time. So long, family! And truly, it’s been SO LONG. I’m going to find Wyatt now, but don’t worry, my spirit will always be with you, judging, lecturing, and making you soil yourselves.

-WAAAAAAAAH -WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH -HEY-YO SHAJ! -HEY-YO!

OH MY. FRANCES

-DADDY NO!!!!

OH WOW LOOK WHO WOKE UP. Shajar seriously ffs even for you this was unreal. Jojo left money to absolutely everyone, even Don! Charitable king💔

Frankly, I don’t even know what to say about Jojo, like I try to keep things lighthearted but I teared up when he died. I loved Jojo since he aged up into the snootiest Mr. Darcy toddler of all time, he was one of my favorite sims ever, he had so much personality, he was so much fun to play, and despite being pure evil he really did love his family and always tried to shame them into not being losers. Most of all, he loved Wyatt, with whom he’s now reunited❤️ RIP Jojo, I’ll miss you terribly-

-but clearly your spirit will live on. ABSOLUTELY NOT, SOPHITO

#long post #gen 4 #ts2

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mayonaka-no-ame · 4 years ago

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I just found my old Visual kei playlist and I think i might cry...

soo many memories! so many good bands.

Might lock myself away and regress to my 15 year old self for the night 🥲

#still can’t listen to SuG #but Deathgaze!!#matenrou opera!! vivid!!! Valluna!!An Cafe!! Royz!! Versailles!! ect #midnights shit

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afriendlyblackhottie · 4 years ago

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Gorgeous

Summary: You’d spent the last year and a half pretending to hate Ransom Drysdale. One Christmas trip could break that facade.

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x Plus Size!Black!Reader (though it’s pretty inclusive. It’s just what I had in my head when I wrote it)

Warnings: And there was only one bed, enemies to lovers, fluff, smut, swearing, secret crush, daddy kink

Words: 7K

(A/N: Yes. I pretty much wrote a Hallmark movie. Yes it is also based on Gorgeous by Taylor Swift because I’d also hate Ransom Drysdale for making me fall in love with his stupidly handsome face. No I will not be taking questions.)

Tagging: @titty-teetee @queenoftheworldisdead @olyvoyl @liquorlaughslove @harrysthiccthighss @mariahthelioness29 @donutloverxo @navybrat817 @stargazingfangirl18 @hqneyyincc @iam-laiya @zaddychris @emjayewrites

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Contrary to popular belief, you didn’t hate Ransom. Sure, his smug smile made you want to punch him in the face sometimes. But you kind of liked the vein that popped out on the side of his head when you did something to irritate him. Or the way he rolled his eyes at you when you did something to annoy him. And you annoyed him a lot. It was like you couldn’t help yourself.

To be honest you kind of like those things too much. Not that you’d ever admit it out loud. Imagine everyone finding out that you had some little primary school like crush on this asshole. Down to the point where you’d push him into sand to prove that you didn’t like him in the slightest.

Since your best friend was marrying his best friend, you were spending way too much time with him. You thought you’d done a good job at convincing Monica, your best friend, that you absolutely couldn’t stand him. She seemed to buy it since every eye roll was appropriately placed anytime you thought you might laugh at one of his rude jokes.

So, when your best friend asked you to accompany her and her fiancé to visit his family, you were positive. It might be nice seeing how these super rich people did the holidays. You’d met them a few times and they’d been super nice. Nothing like how Ransom or your own boyfriend’s family came off as stuck up as hell. Also, you were kind of dying to see the decor.

Until that day came. “I’m sorry!” Ava said for the millionth time since she’d told you the news when she’d FaceTimed you. That not only was Ransom coming, you’d have to ride with him in his Beemer because she’d packed more than she’d expected and there’d be no more room in Simon’s car.

You groaned softly, wrinkling up your nose. Your cats rubbing themselves against you because they knew you were leaving and loved to get all needy when you did that. You were already having a hard morning so this was kind of the last thing that you needed. “Maybe I shouldn’t go,” you suggested, even though you were supposed to be leaving in about five minutes.

She pouted. “But I need you there so I won’t be bored.”

“You know David,” your own boyfriend who was not going with you because he had to work and also because you weren’t sure he’d be your boyfriend by the time you came home, “hates Ransom.” It still made for a good excuse, though.

“What he won’t know, won’t kill him?” She shrugged. “Look it won’t even be that bad! It’s just the car ride.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, for four hours.”

“Just do this for me,” she whined. “Please. I’d do it for you.”

“Fine, but next time my boss has one of those boring dinners at his house, I’m making you go with me.”

She gasped. “Deal!”

There was a honk outside and it was safe to say who it was. You rolled your eyes. “You’re so lucky I love you because I’m already annoyed.” You peeked outside the window to see him aggressively honking.

Fucking asshole.

Once you’d hung up with Ava, you grabbed your bags so you could hurry out of the house. Luckily David was already at work so you didn’t have to explain to him why you were getting in the car with him. Ransom seemed to like getting under his skin, which you’d noticed is what he did to most people. Including you, but it seemed to be for a different reason than most people had.

“Hey,” you greeted him, as you struggled to carry your stuff to the trunk. Even though you were trying to keep this facade up, you didn’t want to be rude.

“Can you hurry? We’re on a strict timeline, Buttercup.”

You hated when he called you that. “First, don’t call me that. Second, maybe I’d finish sooner if you’d help.”

There was this smirk on his lips as he finally opened up his car door so he could take one of the bags out of your hands and then the others. “Did you pack your entire closet?” He asked as he tried to make it all fit in the trunk.

“I have a lot of needs,” you retorted.

“That’s probably why you need that sugar daddy, huh,” he said. This is why David didn’t like him. Okay yeah maybe you’re twenty-six with a forty-seven-year-old boyfriend. Sure, he brought you nice things, but what was wrong with that.

“He’s my boyfriend,” you made a point to emphasize. You weren’t going to tell Ransom Drysdale that you were with your boyfriend because he was your daddy dom. That’d be fucking stupid.

“Look, sugar daddy boyfriend whatever,” he said, dismissing you. “I just think you should pack lighter.”

“Whatever. Aren’t we on a tight schedule or something?” You rolled your eyes before going over to the passenger seat.

“Hey, hey, hey!” He stopped you to open the door himself. “I don’t need you to scratch my shit. You have to handle with care.”

You tried not to laugh which made you bite your bottom lip instead making you taste the mint chapstick you’d just put on. “You’re such a control freak,” you said, having to brush passed him so you could sit.

He didn’t say anything as he closed it gently.

The ride had been pretty boring so far. You yawned a few times. Wiggled in your seat trying to get comfortable. He surprisingly pulled over to get you coffee and even got you your blanket so you could curl up at some point.

If you weren’t trying to hate him, you may have swooned. He also said it’s because he didn’t feel like hearing you complain so maybe less swooning anyway. You reached for the radio and he smacked your hand away. “Ow!” You gasped.

“I’m just fucking with you.” He laughed, glancing over as you glared at him.

“Dick,” you mumbled under your breath as you reached forward again to change the station.

“What was that?” He asked.

“I said you’re a dick,” you repeated, sitting down as a song you liked started playing.

He groaned. “I hate this song.”

“Too bad,” you snickered.

“Need I remind you that this is my car, Buttercup?”

You narrowed your eyes at him because he called you that damn nickname. “Whatever. At least it wasn’t that Dad stuff you listen to.”

“Should you really be the one making fun of Dads?” He laughed.

“Hey! David doesn’t even want kids.”

He raised his eyebrow. “You don’t?” He asked looking genuinely surprised at that.

“I mean... maybe. I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Do you?”

“Well, I hate kids, but maybe for the right women. Who knows?” He once again took a quick glance at you, with this small dorky smile on his face.

That was surprising. You felt yourself starting to get to where your heart was swelling in your chest. “Why are we talking about this, you weirdo.”

He chuckled as you cross your arms in front of your chest as you looked out the window.

For the rest of the car ride only the music filled the silence. You wanted to say something. Thought about at least trying. Every time you started to open your mouth no sound came out.

You’d look at him while he focused on the road. Just because you couldn’t like him didn’t mean you couldn’t look at him, right? Though it was bothering you that there was a hole in his cashmere sweater.

“I’ll open your door,” he said getting out. You waited for him to open your side, but you heard the trunk pop open. You turned around watching him take out your four bags along with his. How the fuck was he so strong.

He opened up your car door finally. “Do you want me to take some?” You asked him with a frown as he closed the door with his elbow.

“It’s okay,” he replied already walking off. You scurried behind him trying to catch up.

Ava and Simon were right behind you. Ave got out and went to hug you. “See I told you it wouldn’t be so bad,” she said. “Wait why is Random holding all your stuff?”

You shrugged. “He insisted.”

“Weird,” she replied.

Simon’s family was pretty nice, but they were so busy doting on the happy couple you were kind of ignored. It was actually kind of nice because when you met David’s family, they pretty much scrutinized everything you did. His mother was honestly the bane of your existence. Like, lady, if your son hadn’t had a kid by now how was that your fault.

That was another thing that made you treat Ransom the way you did. You’d met Linda a few times now and she already hated you. You could only imagine how she was towards his girlfriends. You’d only seen the tip of the iceberg of the insanity of the Thrombeys, though Harlan had been nice every time you’d met him.

“Okay, so, it turns out that one of Simon’s cousins decided to come at last minute and uh,” Ava took a deep breath, “you two have to share a room okay, bye!” She tried to grab Simon’s hand, but you managed to catch her first.

“What,” you said a little too loudly so you lower your voice, “the hell, Ava.”

“You’re shitting me,” Ransom groaned.

“It won’t be so bad just think of it as a sleepover. Maybe he can paint your nails and you two can do face masks together,” she started rambling off.

You weren’t as amused. “Or maybe me and you could share.”

“Hell no! I’ve slept in a bed with you. You’re a cuddler.” She frowned. “Besides I wanna sleep with my boo.”

“You’re the worst best friend ever,” you told her. “Fine, but he’s sleeping on the floor.”

“Like hell I am,” Ransom said.

“I have a boyfriend!” You reminded them. “I can’t sleep in a bed with another guy. Especially Ransom.”

He raised an eyebrow. “We’ve been over this, Buttercup. You don’t have a boyfriend; you have a sugar daddy.”

You huffed. “Alright that’s it I’m calling an Uber.”

“And paying a hundred bucks to get home?” Ava rolled her eyes. “Come on just tough it out.”

“I hope you know that I hate you now,” you told her.

“Good. We’ll work it out in couple’s therapy.”

—————

The first night was awful. It felt like you couldn’t sleep. While Ransom seemed to sleep like a baby on the other side of the wall of pillows, you’d built between the two of you.

Even when you’d tried to move away from him, he’d just hold you in place. At some point you just had to accept your fate. At least you were cozy. So, you just kind of let it happen because who knows if this could again. When you actually woke up, he was already gone. You were neatly tucked under the comforter.

As you were finishing up your face routine and making yourself look presentable, Ransom was coming back in. You’d never seen him with sweats on before because he was usually such a preppy asshole, but he looked good. “Morning.”

“Morning,” you mumbled.

“How’d you sleep?” He asked.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why? You didn’t do something did you?”

“Me? Never?” He smirked before walking passed you and into the bathroom.

You walked through the house, taking in the way everything was beautifully decorated for the holiday. Honestly this place was house porn. “Good morning!” Simon’s mom, Trish, greeted you as you walked into the kitchen.

“Good morning,” you replied with a grin.

“Did you sleep okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah, it was perfect,” you answered.

“Breakfast will be ready soon so why don’t you go wake up Simon and Ava.”

You nodded. “Yeah of course.” God they were too nice. Maybe you need to be around rich people more often.

Oh wait, no. David’s family came from money and they were awful. Also see Ransom.

Simon had come to answer the door, freshly showered. Ava was just coming out of the bathroom. “Morning,” he said.

“Morning. Your mom said breakfast is going to be ready.”

He nodded. “Okay. Babe, you ready?”

“You go ahead,” she told him. “Y/N, c’mere.”

You and Simon exchanged looks and he shrugged. “Guess I’ll get Ransom.”

Ava waited until he was completely out of the room before motioning for you to close the door. “So,” this shit eating grin appeared on her face, “how was it?”

“How was what?”

“Sleeping with Ransom.” She rolled her eyes dramatically. “How was it?”

You shrugged. “We put a pillow wall up.” You really didn’t want to mention the cuddling.

“What? That’s it?” She groaned. “I always thought he’d be a bed hog.”

“I stayed on my side, he stayed on his.”

“That’s boring. I at least thought you’d have something to talk shit about.” She sighed. As far as you knew her and Ransom got along. She just found it super entertaining how you bitched about him.

The two of you went to sit in the dining room, waiting for everyone else. Trish sat down not to long after bringing the two of you mimosas. “Oh my gosh thank you!” Ava said getting up to hug her mother-in-law.

“Of course, Sweetheart.” She grinned. “So, Y/N, how long have you and Ransom been together?” She winked, bringing her champagne flute to her mouth. “I always said that Ransom just needs to find a sweet girl to settle down with. Maybe melt down that cold exterior he puts up. You know he really is a sweet boy.”

It was a good thing you hadn’t even been able to take a sip because you probably would have choked on it. “Her and Ransom aren’t together,” Ava answered before you could.

Her jaw dropped. “Oh, I just thought because you were fine sharing a room.”

You shook your head. “It’s okay.”

Ransom took a seat beside you while Simon sat on the other side of Ava. Trish looked between the two of you because this table was huge and Ransom could have sat anywhere else. He could have sat on the other side of Simon if he’d wanted to.

Breakfast went by pretty uneventfully, though the pancakes the housekeeper made were kind of to die for. “So, what are you kids planning for today?” Simon’s dad, Warren, asked as plates started being cleared away.

“Well, Ava’s never been ice skating,” Simon said.

“That’ll be fun,” Trish said. To be honest you were kind of nervous about ice skating. You’d done it before, but ate shit hard. “Is this your first time, too?” She asked you.

“No,” you replied. “I’m not very good at it, though.”

“I’m sure Ransom can help you,” she said with a grin.

Ransom groaned softly beside you. “Yeah of course.”

As soon as you got on the ice you could feel yourself going down. Ransom grabbed onto you to hold you up. “Don’t eat shit on me already,” he said with a smirk on his face.

“If I go down, I’m taking you with me,” you snap back at him.

He rolled his eyes. “Let’s just get this over with.”

It was a good thing you’d bought these leggings that were fluffy on the inside and this jacket you were wearing was cozy because it was freezing out here. Ransom had to

At some point you kind of started to think that you had the hang of it. Like maybe you could actually do it. He started to slowly let go of you, but the minute you started to feel unsteady he’d grab your hand. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” he said sighing softy. He stood for a minute holding your hand so he could skate with you to the middle of the rink. “Hey can we talk about something. Really quick?”

You nodded. “Sure.”

“Hey, so,” he looked down at you with this almost nervous look on his face. “There’s been something I wanted to say, but I wasn’t really sure how to before.”

You nodded. “Yeah, what’s up.”

“Um,” he sighed. “Well, okay, so I-“ well he didn’t get to finish as this asshole barreled into you. “Y/N!”

You hit the ice pretty hard almost bouncing up as you came back down. “What the hell!”

Ransom immediately helped you up. “Watch where you’re fucking going!” He yelled back after the guy who’d already started skating away without even saying sorry. “Are you okay?

“My leg like hurts really bad,” you felt yourself tear up because you’re a little baby.

He sighed. “Shit, okay,” he said. “Are you okay to stand?”

“Oh my gosh!” Ava came over to the two of you. “Are you okay? I told Simon to go tell security. That guys been such an asshole this whole time.”

“Yeah thanks,” you said.

“Here why don’t we got some hot chocolate,” Ransom said.

It felt so nice being back in your boots. Ransom had you sit before going to get the drinks. You couldn’t help yourself as you rubbed over the spot on your leg that had been hurting super bad. Wincing at the tenderness.

“How’s your leg?” Ransom asked, sitting beside you with the steaming beverages in hand.

You brought your cup up to your mouth loving the warmth against your cold nose. “It’s fine,” you answered.

He reached down to touch the spot making you jump. He laughed. “Wow usually I have to get a girl naked before they start reacting like that.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to play off as annoyed, but it didn’t work since you couldn’t help yourself as a smile spread on your face. “Oh, shut up.” You blew at the steam before taking a sip. “So, what did you wanna talk to me about?”

“It’s.... it’s nothing,” he said picking at some lint on his coat, suddenly getting all quiet. He took a sip of his own drink.

Here’s where you made a mistake. Which is the mistake that got you into this in the first place. Because every time you looked into his eyes, seeing those long lashes framing those deep blue eyes made you feel like you might drown in them.

And you fucking looked into them. After that first time you told yourself to never do that again. That it’s what made you trick yourself into thinking that you liked him the first time. No. He was just so close.

You pretty much fought yourself on this for the rest of the day. Even during the little shopping trip that the two of you dragged the boys to when you’d been debating with yourself if you wanted to buy this gorgeous coat or this really dress. Not that you needed more of either.

“Here just get both,” Ransom grumbled, taking out his card.

“What!” You gasped. “No, I can��t ask you to do that!”

He shook his head. “It’s okay. Just wear it for the Christmas party.”

“But I already have a dress,” you said.

“Look, I’m sure your sugar daddy buys you very nice things at Forever 21, but I insist.”

You rolled your eyes as he quickly handed the worker his card. “Hey!”

“Too late,” he replied with a shrug that smug smile on his face.

You looked down at the glass as your things were being wrapped up nice and neat. The gold necklace had a diamond moon pendent. It looked so delicate and would have gone so good with that dress.

“You like it?” He asked, noticing.

“Yeah, it’s beautiful,” you said. “But this is already too much.”

“C‘mon, we have to get back for dinner,” Ava said as Ransom grabbed the shopping bags.

—————

At some point every night the pillows would end up on the floor and you’d end up nestled into the crook of his neck. He’d have his arms around you until you’d roll over onto your side where he’d wrap himself around you again. Then you’d wake up to him gone because he went on his runs at the ass crack of dawn. You noticed how you’d be snuggly tucked into bed each time.

A part of you wanted to feel bad. That you were away and cuddling with another man every night. It was hard to feel guilty when you weren’t sure if your boyfriend was taking advantage of you being gone not that he knew that you knew. He was probably in some club, too, doing you don’t even want to know what. You knew when you left that you may be going home to end things.

You were trying not to think about it. Hell, you hadn’t even told Ava. You wanted everyone to have a good holiday and not worry. Besides you wanted to have fun. Which is why the four of you were going to some club tonight.

The four of you had went to dinner at this really nice restaurant. There were a few times when you’d caught Ransom looking at you all weird. “What?” You wrinkled your nose.

He cleared his throat before going back to picking at the salmon on his plate. “Nothing.”

As the drinks finally started flowing, you started to get a little loose. Ransom was sitting beside you being all sulky as he sipped from the glass of whiskey on ice.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him. Okay to be honest maybe you were more than a little loose, but you were just trying to have some fun.

“Nothing.” He glanced over at you then back to his drink.

“Hey,” this girl sat on the other side of him. “My friend was wondering if you wanted to dance.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why couldn’t your friend ask me herself?”

“She’s a little shy, but she’s cute.”

Ransom glanced over at you. “Nah. I’m just sitting here with my friend.”

The girl pouted, but finally left. You snickered. “I’m just sitting here with my friend,” you mimicked. “What too cool to dance?”

“Because I don’t know. I didn’t feel like it.” He shrugged then took another sip of his drink. “Do you wanna dance maybe?” He finally looked over at you and you were almost hypnotized, but managed to keep your composure.

“With you?”

He rolled his eyes. “No, Buttercup, with my grandpa.”

You laughed once again ignoring the nickname. Maybe it was kind of growing on you. It only took a year and a half. You stood up. “Fine, but you better not stomp on my feet.”

“I might on purpose.” He got up standing in front of you. For a minute you thought he might kiss you until he grabbed your hand to pull you onto the dance floor.

You didn’t want to admit this either, but you were having fun hanging out with Ransom. Ava and Simon were understandably in their own little bubble of love and you didn’t want to interrupt.

After the club Simon had the bright idea of going in the hot tub to warm up. Since you were all a little tipsy that sounded like a great idea.

You had to wear your long sweater out of the house since it was freezing. You in your own little space while Ransom seemed to scoot way to close to you. The four of you were just talking mostly. Enjoying the hot water after being in the freezing cold.

All of you were talking when Ava gave Simon a kiss, which got deeper to the point where they were showing you way more than you needed to see. “I think I speak for both of us in that we really do not want to witness the two of you procreating,” Ransom said.

Ava made a face at him while Simon laughed. He whispered in her ear where she pecked his lips again. The both of them started getting out right after. “We’ll see you two in the morning.” He grinned.

“Goodnight!” She said.

“Night,” you and Ransom said in unison.

You went to the side that your incredibly horny friends had been on which had been across from him. His eyes were closed with his head tilted back. You splashed water at him making him jump a little.

“Hey!” He splashed you back. You laughed as you did it a second time. “Alright, alright,” he said.

You did it again for good measure. “Can’t have someone seeing you have too much fun.”

He went back to his previous position this time putting his muscular arms on the ledge. You wouldn’t care to admit how long you stared at his biceps and shoulders. Then taking the quickest glance at his abs. Then that neck that you kind of wanted to put your mouth on. This is bullshit.

Why was he allowed to be this hot? It couldn’t be enough that he was an asshole. He had to be hot about it. Okay you looked at his pecs and tried to see if you could get a glance of what may have been in his swim trunk. Whatever.

“What are you doing?” He caught you, a smirk appearing on his annoyingly perfect face.

“It’s called minding my own business,” you replied. “You should try it.”

He laughed. “You’re such a brat.” You shrugged turning your head to look at nothing. “Is that what your sugar daddy sees in you?”

“He’s not my sugar daddy. I mean he buys me things like for my birthday, but... that’s not what our relationship is about. I don’t even know if we are in a relationship anymore.” You don’t know why you were spilling all of this to Ransom of all people.

Ransom frowned. “What happened?”

You looked down and sighed blowing out your cheeks after. “Well...” you sighed again. Your stomach was turning now. “You have to take it to your grave.”

“I won’t tell anyone.”

You rolled your eyes. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

You sighed, biting your lip weighing in your options. On one hand it wasn’t Ransom’s business. You really hadn’t told Ava this. You didn’t want her to worry.

“So, he’s not my sugar daddy,” you said, hoping he got the hint.

You could tell he did by the grin on his face and the way he raised his eyebrows. “You?” He explained. “No there’s no way and here I always thought you’d be boring in bed.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up no you didn’t.”

“I took you for a dead fish kind of girl,” he teased. “It’s always the cute ones.”

Your eyes widened at what he said. Then so did his when he realized what he said. “Anyway, so yeah that’s how we started off as,” you decided to ignore what he’d just said.

“Alright so go on.”

“Yeah, so it turns out I’m not the only one,” you said. “He’s been going to these clubs and he doesn’t think that I know.”

His jaw dropped. “This is the plot twist I really wasn’t expecting. I gotta tell ya.”

You shook your head. “Shut up.” You splashed him again.

“Stop!” He laughed, doing it back to you.

As you kept splashing at him, he came over to you, grabbing your hands to keep you from doing it again. “Let go of me.” You laughed.

“No.” He wasn’t laughing anymore. Just looking at you. Fuck he was putting you under his spell. You were supposed to not looking into his eyes. How did you make this mistake so many times? “Y/N, I... don’t make things weird.”

“What?” You laughed.

“Yeah. Don’t make this weird,” he said again softly before brushing his lips against yours finally.

“And here I’d always heard that you were a ladies man, Ransom,” you teased. “That was kind of weak.”

“Yeah, well maybe you bring out the worst in me.” A dopey smile had spread across his face. It was okay because there was one on yours too.

“Oh whatever.” You rolled your eyes still smiling. He leaned over to kiss you again but you put your hand against his lips to stop him. “I’m getting kind of tired actually.”

You walked back to your room. All wrapped in your sweater because fuck it was freezing now. You also wouldn’t say this out loud, but his lips felt really nice. As you made it to the bedroom the two of you were sharing, he came on not too far after, grabbing your arm to pull you into a kiss. He’s so dramatic.

As his lips worked against yours, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He felt so good. You can’t remember the last time David kissed you like this. “Fuck it’s actually really cold,” Ransom said.

You laughed. “I know I’m freezing.”

“How about we take a shower,” he said. “Maybe we could save some water together?”

“Oh yeah. We would totally be helping the environment.”

He grabbed you hand to lead you the rest of the way. You pulled off your wet clothes. As soon as you felt time hot water on your skin, you moaned. “

Jesus Christ, why not shower in hell,” he hissed.

“I’m already there.” You threw your arms around his neck. He leaned down to kiss you again. Pawing at your ass. He was so close this time.

You tried to act like nothing had happened as you finished getting ready for bed. As you got all settled under the covers, you felt your body finally start to warm up. He slid in next to you. This was the first time that you didn’t even attempt to put the wall of pillows up.

He pulled you all close to him. “You little shit! Are you naked?” You gasped.

He laughed. “Yeah. I don’t even know why you bothered.”

“Who said I was going to do anything with you?”

“Well, what if I tell you that,” he said, grabbing a handful of your ass, “I actually maybe sort of have feelings for you.”

Ah fuck.

Well, obviously.

But, ah fuck.

Why were you supposed to hate him again?

Because he was a giant asshole. He was rude to the help. Rude to everyone. Even you. Yet you still liked his stupid smug smile. That annoying laugh. You liked how he’d been surprisingly good company for this whole trip. Liked how he was holding you right now. You were pretty sure he could get an ugly haircut and you’d still like him. How he looked at you even when he was irritated with you.

Waiting for you to say something back.

“I... I have feelings for you, too.” You bit your lip after like you were nervous about what he might say back.

“Yeah?” He said with another dopey smile covering his face.

You nodded right before he bridged the gap first. Pressing your lips to his. His mouth moving ever so softly against yours. Like he was afraid you’d run away if he moved to quickly.

You deepened it and he finally pushed you down on your back. Ransom grabbed the back of your leg so you’d wrap it around his waist. Fuck he was already growing against you. “I still can’t believe you got dressed,” he pulled away to whisper in your ear. “You should have known I was just going to take everything off.”

You rolled your eyes. “Ever think that’s part of the fun.”

He chuckled before kissing you again. “Oh yeah?” He pulled away so he could start pulling down your sleep shorts. “You wanted me to take your clothes off?” You nodded, looking into his eyes. He hissed. “Didn’t even put-on panties, dirty girl.”

You laughed. “Do you like it?”

“Oh, I really, really like it.” He reached down to rub his hand up and down your slit. “What a pretty little pussy.”

You gasped. “Fuck.” His hands felt so good on you. He’d barely even touched you and it felt so, so good. Finally, his finger grazed your clit. He traced along it in a circle. “Stop teasing me!” You whined.

“Be patient, Buttercup.” He smirked.

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Shit,” he stopped, “I don’t have a condom.”

You shrugged. “I’m on birth control.”

He smirked. “Yeah, you want me to fuck you raw, Baby. Want me to cum in you?” He leaned back down to kiss your neck this time. His thumb was pressing into your clit now. Going on sweet, sweet circles. He stopped for a minute to pull off your top.

When you were fully naked and he finally put his mouth on your nipples, you needed him to just fuck you. “Please, Daddy,” you whimpered.

He went back to kissing your neck. “Yeah? You want me to be your daddy? Want me to take care of you.”

“God, yes.”

He lined himself up at your entrance. Looking into your eyes as he started to push into you. You closed your eyes tightly. “No, no open your eyes. I want you to look at me while I fuck you,” he commanded.

You nodded doing as you were told as he made you stretch over the thick head of his cock. You were so fucking wet just from him touching you like that. Your skin felt like it was on fire. You cried out as he inched into you. Fuck he was bigger than you’d expected. He was making you feel so full.

“Ransom,” you whimpered, he started out with shallow thrusts not going all the way in.

“Fuck, you’re fucking tight,” he groaned. “Can you even take it?”

You nodded. “I can take it, Daddy.”

He steadied his hips before finally shoving himself all the way inside of you. You gasped as he started fucking into you going so deep. Little droplets of tears formed in the corners of your eyes.

He was fucking you so good, your brain went blank. All you wanted was him. Wanted him to never stop fucking you. “Oh my god,” you whined.

“Yeah. Feels good?”

You nodded as you tried to take it. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Daddy making you feel good?” He panted. “Daddy’s gonna always make your pussy feel good, Baby. I’m gonna take care of you. Buy you whatever you want. Give you every fucking thing your boyfriend wouldn’t.”

Your pussy was gripping his dick like a vice. How were you so close already. “Please?”

“Is that what you want?” He asked in that condescending voice, you’d always hated, but fuck he was going to make you cum because of it. “Want me to buy you nice things. Be your boyfriend. Give you a fucking family.”

If he wasn’t balls deep inside of you, you would have probably reacted differently to him confessing that he wanted something with you. More than just this, but fuck hearing it like this only made you that more far gone. “Yes!” You moaned a little too loudly.

He clamped his hand over your mouth to shush you. “Shhh, Baby. You don’t want everyone to hear you getting dicked down do you? Want everyone to hear me fucking you?”

You shook your head, but stopped as you tilted your head back because you couldn’t stop it. Your eyes got all glazed over as your orgasm hit.

“That’s it, cum for me.” He breathed. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum in your pussy.”

“Yes,” you whimpered. You could feel him so deep in your stomach. You can’t remember the last time you got fucked like this. No one else had ever been able to do this to you.

As he finally couldn’t hold out anymore, cumming deep inside of you he still moved his hips. Making sure you got all of him.

He laid on top of you for a minute, not pulling you as you both came down from your orgasms. It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. How the hell were you going to explain this to everyone.

He rolled beside you before pulling you into his arms. You rested your head on his shoulder. Still trying to catch your breath. “Fuck.” He laughed.

You chuckled. “I know.”

“Why did we wait so long to do that again?” He asked.

“Because I hated you.” You didn’t mean to let out a bigger laugh because your lower half was way too sore for that.

He rolled his eyes. “Bullshit. No, you didn’t.”

“I wanted to.”

“Brat.” He chuckled. “I just... I meant everything I said.”

“What?”

“That I wanna be with you...” he replied. “That I wanna make an honest woman outta you.” You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain that damn facade. He was making it hard because this smile spread across your face. “I’ll even let you live with me when you pack your shit out of that old man’s house.”

“Moving so quickly? Ransom, I’m shocked at you.”

“Look, I’ve put up with your shit for a year a half already,” he explained, “I already know that I want you.”

“You fucking sap!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Why don’t you suck my dick about it?” He rolled his eyes.

You shrugged. “Okay.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

----------

You didn’t fall asleep until the sun was already coming up. Every time you tried before that; Ransom would start kissing your neck. You were exhausted, but satisfied in a way you hadn’t been in a long time.

You woke up to rustling on the bed. You tried to feel for him because although you were still cozy you wanted his warmth, but he wasn’t there. “Ransom?” You yawned, peeking your eyes open to him fixing the comforter.

Oh.

“Hey, Baby,” he said with a smile on his face. He leaned over to kiss your forehead. “I gotta go, okay. I have some errands I have to run.”

You nodded, before wrapping your arms around him. He held you to him tightly kissing your forehead more. “Do you have to?”

“Mhmm,” he replied. “I told Simon I’d help him with this surprise for Ava

“Okay. I love you,” you replied sleepily before dozing off again. He smiled down at you before laying you back down, kissing your forehead before leaving.

You woke up again to Ava jumping up and down on your bed. “Get up!” She cheered.

“What are you twelve?” You grumbled. Then your eyes cracked open when you fucking realized you’d told Ransom that you loved him. “Oh no.”

“What? Wait, are you naked?” She raised both of her eyebrows as she got settled beside you in bed. “Did you and Ransom...”

You shook your head, suddenly feeling like you might puke. You fucking told Ransom Drysdale that you loved him. “What? No. I just got really hot last night.”

“Where’s your pillow wall?” She asked with a smirk.

“We were too drunk last night to remember?”

“Bitch, you slept with Ransom Drysdale!” She gasped. “What about David?”

“Um... David and I are... I was already going to end things with him.

This annoyingly shit eating grin spread across her face. “You dirty slut. Okay, well, I don’t think Simon would mind if you stayed with us until you got back on your feet.”

“Actually, I already found a place. I just... I didn’t want to ruin your fun, ya know.”

She sighed. “Y/N, I’m your best friend. Your problems are my problems. I wouldn’t have cared if you told me. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You smiled.

“So...” another smile spread across her face, “how was it?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking.” You laid back down, turning on your side and ignored her as she continued to ask questions.

You got your nails done with Ava, Trish, and Simon’s sister. Still thinking about what you’d said to Ransom. Nerves had started to settle in that you’d done something wrong. Raking your brain trying to remember if he’d even said anything back. You couldn’t remember.

It was Christmas Eve now and there was supposed to be this super fancy party today that the family apparently threw every year. Of course, you were going to wear the dress Ransom had bought you. There was no question. It fit in more. Besides okay maybe you wanted to look pretty for him whatever.

Neither him or Simon had come back by the time everyone started getting ready. You did your makeup in Ava’s room before going back to yours to get dressed. The was a knock on the door as you’d just finished.

“Hey,” Ransom leaned down to kiss your cheek lightly to not mess up your makeup. Setting down a little gift bag on the bed. “You look... you look beautiful.”

You were going to have to get used to him being nice to you. “Thank you.”

“Sorry, it took so long. You know Simon. Has to go above and beyond.” He chuckled.

You waited for him to get ready, checking your phone. David had been texting you throughout the trip. Not that you ever responded. You thought when you’d get to the end of this trip, you’d be dreading the drive home. Instead, you were hopeful of what was to come.

"So, I kind of got you something,” he said before the two of you could leave the room.

You frowned. “I didn’t get you anything back.”

“That’s okay. I don’t think either of us were expecting this,” he replied. “I just wanted you to know I was serious about everything.”

“Okay.”

He clenched his jaw as he grabbed the bag he’d placed, taking out a jewelry box which he handed you. You looked up at him with those big eyes. “I saw you looking at it at that store so...”

“You’re such a sap,” you sniffled.

He smiled. “I just... when you told me I love you this morning, I didn’t say it back. I wanted to say it when I gave you this so... I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded and he pulled you to him, hugging you tightly. You really didn’t want to mess up your makeup so you forced yourself not to tear up. Except lipstick be damned because you were not, not going to kiss him.

It was taking you everything to not hold his hand as the two of you walked into where the party was starting to pick up a little. He looked so cute in his red sweater. Simon and Ava were being doted on by his grandparents.

“So, Ava kind of figured it out,” you said as he handed you a glass of champagne.

“How?” He asked.

“You didn’t lock the door and I was still naked under the covered.”

He snickered. “Should have given her an eye full.”

You shook your head. “I’ll give you an eye full.”

“You already did, Buttercup.” He shrugged.

“Why do you call me that?” You rolled your eyes.

His face started to get all red. You’d never thought in all your days you’d see Ransom blush. Between the two confessing your feelings for one another, of you having sex, you accidently telling him you love him, and him telling you that he wanted to be with you, making him blush made you feel like you’d won whatever game the two of you had been playing.

He sighed. “Well, okay, so when me and my cousin Meg were younger, she was obsessed with the Powerpuff Girls. I didn’t want to admit that I kind of liked it. Your bad attitude reminds me of Buttercup. She was my favorite.” He rolled his eyes looking away from you like he was embarrassed.

“You’re shitting me.” This smile spread across your face.

“Shut up.” He wrinkled up his nose.

“Never would have guessed that under all that wool and assholeness was a sweetheart waiting to burst out of the seams,” you teased him.

“You’re so lucky I think you’re pretty or else I think I might drop kick you.” He sighed.

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Christmas Day passed by nicely and easily. Mostly with everyone relaxing. You spent most of it tucked into Ransom’s side drinking hot chocolate watching Christmas movies with everyone because at this point the two of you are just a cliche. Which was fine because you liked it.

He’d whisper I love you in your ear. Or pull you under the mistletoe because he’s corny. Ava and Simon teased you while Trish swore that she called it, which she kind of did.

When it was time go home you were a little sad. You liked being in this little bubble with him. Now you’d have to go home and deal with having to officially break up with David and having to talk Ransom out of taunting him. Of course, Ava and Simon offered up their place until you got on your feet, but him being him pretty much demanded that you live with him.

Normally you would kick yourself for moving so quickly and you don’t know why, but you saw something in him. Of course, you weren’t going to be able to move all of your stuff out today, but there were two very important things that you needed. David wasn’t even there when you got home. He was probably still at his parents.

“Hope you like cats because I’m not leaving them,” you’d told him as you packed them into their carriers.

He groaned, throwing his head back. “Fine, but you’re giving me a blowjob as soon as we get home.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you said before placing a wet kiss on his cheek just to annoy him.

“Hey, you wanna have sex in his bed before we go?” He asked with a smirk.

“You’re an awful person, you know that?” You put your hands on his chest. “Of course I do.”

“God, I love you.” He grinned before pressing his lips to yours.

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funky-lady · 3 years ago

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Not a you problem anymore

The Boatem Crew Boards The Dream Cruise Ship

tw : implied torture, death, violence.

Silence reigns in the cell, only broken by the bubbling of the lava curtain, the dripping water in the corner of the cell, and the sound of his pained and ragged breathing.

Slumping tiredly against his restraints, Techno flexes his fingers. Listening to the twisted melody of the chains holding him captive as they rattled. He groans as he tries and fails to get some sensation back into his limbs that have grown numb from being forcefully held above his head for way too long. The cold netherite shackles biting the tender skin of his wrists as blood trickles down his arms sluggishly.

Technoblade needs a hug Philza where are you your best friend is hurt! Old man didn’t read the Will wtf? Technohurt!

Yeah.

Chat’s got that right.

Every breath he takes comes with another wave of pain lancing across his entire body.

Every inch of his skin is covered in cuts and burns and bruises.

His throat is more parched than a soul sand valley, his stomach is trying to digest itself – he hasn’t eaten anything other than spider eyes in three weeks.

And worst of all he hasn’t been able to ring a single bell in three weeks!

With a pained exhale, Techno lets his eyes fall shut. His head drops forward, bone deep exhaustion settling in.

“How does it feel, huh? How does it feel now that torture is a you problem as well?”

He stiffens at the voice that breaks the eerie silence filling the cell.

Cracking one eye open, he shoots Dream a withering glare.

The admin is sitting on the ground cross-legged as he leans against the wall in a graceful slouch. He is looking worse for wear as well, but Quackity has been leaving him alone more lately, focusing his energy and time on torturing Techno.

Fiddling abstentmidedly with the raw potato in his hands, Dream seems unbothered by his situation, the same way Techno himself acted nonchalant when he learned that the masked man was being tortured.

It’s to be expected.

Yeah, it kinda is Karma lol E Villain Arc Karma E E E

He treats people as they treat him, and in turn, they will do the same.

That’s how the world works.

But still, Dream almost seems to be reveling in his suffering, which, in his opinion, is going a bit too far.

Evil Homeless teletubby! Abomination Technohurt E E

“Do you really have to be happy about it?”

“No. But why the fuck should I not? You fucking deserve this, Techno, for ruining our only chance to escape.”

He opens his mouth to retort, but snaps it shut when the lava curtain drops to reveal their two jailers.

Quackity is here run E E E E E E L L L He can’t run bruh Hog Hunt my beloved Subscribe to Technoblade E E e L What does The Art of war tell us to do E E One of us In this situation

He shoves the voices aside as Quackity stalks in, wearing a smirk as he spins a netherite pickaxe between his fingers.

“You’re back. Have you decided what’s going to happen to me now?”

“Well you see, it’s quite simple…” Quackity chuckles dryly. Techno winces, the sound grating at his ear. “I’ve got a pickaxe, Technoblade, and I’ll put it through your fucking teeth!! I’ll do it again and again until you are dead for good!”

Nooo! Leave our Techno alone! Technoblade never dies! Blood for the Blood God! L E E E E E E Blood We want blood Technohurt Technoblade never dies!!! E E

Immediately Sam puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Wait, Quackity, we need him talkative, not dead.”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m sure a few days in Limbo will leave him more than eager to spill his guts once we bring him back.”

“We don’t even know how to resurrect players, Quackity!”

“Then it’s a good thing I perfected my interrogation methods on Techno, isn’t it?” The pickaxe wielding man drawls with a predatory smirk, shrugging off Sam’s hand.

“What about his respawn point, huh? What are you going to do about that?”

“Do you have a bed on you, Sam?”

“I do, but how do you suggest we force him to set his–”

Quackity presses the tip of his pickaxe against Techno’s throat, pinning him down with a dead serious stare.

“Techno, set your spawn right now or I will kill Philza, Ranboo, Niki, and everyone else you hold close to your heart. I will burn your home down and kill you as many times as it takes for you to fucking stay dead. Then I will bring you back and do it again and again and again.”

A/N : a rough timeline can be found here :D

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ekaterinatepes · 3 years ago

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Nothing But The Best

Author Notes: once again I apologize for how long this took to update. Schedule is still hectic and will remain so for the following month or so. But fear not. I shall continue to update at least once a week. Once again reblogs and comments are appreciated!

XVI

Our ability to survive depends on our skill to change and adapt. Everything in life is about transformation.

The drastic changes in your life seemed like a never ending avalanche of heart break and tough decisions… once again, transformation.

Your own choices placed you exactly where you were at, there was no one else to blame but yourself.

Satoru chose to remain in New York for another two weeks during which he had invested himself into re-discovering you (in his mind you never stopped being his. In the sanctuary of his thoughts you are always referred to as his wife, his one and only Mrs. Y/N Gojo. The woman of his life and owner of his heart).

Satoru tried a gentle approach with you. Not wanting to push you too far not to leave you alone all together. Using all his knowledge of your personality and preferences he slowly inserted himself in your life once again.

At 5:30am sharp he would meet you at the entrance of your building wearing his training clothes, he wanted to show you he supported you and your career. He would go for a run with you around the park. This, of course evoked memories of when you both first started dating and Satoru would show up to workout with you or take you out to dinner after training.

You got to know he had been working harder to help Yuuji control the curse inside him but it was a hard endeavor. He didn’t have to specifically verbalize it for you to know it was a loosing battle and he felt responsible for it but he was trying his best to find a way to help the boy. You missed the kids, they were like family. So you made sure to ask Satoru to tell them you missed them.

But despite your ex-husband’s best efforts you still wanted to be alone. You needed some clarity, the opportunity to sort out your feelings. Gojo wasn’t particularly thrilled with you pushing him away but he promised to you and himself that he would change and would do an effort to respect your wishes so he gave you your space.

But Satoru wasn’t stupid, he knew you missed Suguru and felt guilty for choosing your own husband (ex-husband) over your best friend.

And that’s why you kept pushing him away. Saying you needed time to think.

His time was running out, he had to return to Japan. At least for now, he had unavoidable responsibilities with his students as well as the rest of his missions. He went to your apartment the night before his flight and explained to you why he had to return but he also promised to come back to New York as soon as possible.

“It’s alright Satoru, I understand… I’m gonna be just fine” you reassured the sorcerer who didn’t look convinced at all about leaving you alone. “Please, at least answer my calls and messages. I’m gonna be worried sick if you don’t” you nodded and then he hugged you tightly, inhaling your intoxicating aroma as if he wanted to commit it to memory. His lips soon found yours and before either of you knew it you were in your bed ripping off each other’s clothes so you could express with your bodies how much exactly you would miss one another.

He had taken you for granted once, he would never make that same mistake.

-1 Week Later-

It had been three weeks since you last saw Suguru, he wouldn’t answer your calls, texts nor your emails. You didn’t even know if he was still in New York for that matter. Not knowing was slowly killing you, consumed by guilt you knew you deserved this treatment.

And yet, you wanted to find him and explain… try to make it up to him somehow. He didn’t deserve the pain you had inflicted upon him.

From: Kitten 🐱

To: Sugu

I need to talk to you, please give me a chance to explain. I don’t want to lose you Suguru. I know it’s selfish on my behalf but I can’t let you walk away without explaining. Please Suguru.

I miss you.

Another message sent, he wouldn’t answer your texts. At least he didn’t block your phone number. (Not yet, supplied your tortured mind)

The whole reason why you held back from actually having sex with Suguru although you both had wanted that very much during the last 6 months was because you wanted to give Geto everything. Not only half of you. He deserved someone who would chose him completely. At least that’s what you knew was right.

You didn’t want to toy with his emotions. Then again Satoru’s sporadic presence in your life didn’t help at all. Everytime he showed up you were back to the beginning.

There was no other way to explain this other than saying…you could never resist him.

It was a Monday evening, you just got home after your training at the academy. Sitting on the couch eating some salad when the doorbell rang. You were not expecting anyone. And most importantly someone who didn’t need to be announced by the guard downstairs. There were only two people who could show up at your door in such fashion.

When you opened the door the first thing you saw was a broad torso covered in a very familiar black fitted t-shirt. Long black hair framing a handsome face and those beautiful amber pools looking at you. Without hesitation you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Suguru responded to your embrace by surrounding your firmly in his arms lifting you a few inches from the floor.

His sweet lavender and sage scent welcomed your senses once more. It wasn’t until he dried the tears from your cheeks that you realized you had been crying.

“Yo..you are here… Suguru! I am so sorry! I-“ he stopped you by placing his right index finger upon your lips. “You don’t have to say anything. I am here because I have to tell you something important. Come Kitten, let us sit” he took your hand and guided you to the couch where as soon as you both sat next to one another you threw yourself into his arms once more making the raven haired sorcerer chuckle “I missed you too Kitten” he whispers against your h/c tresses.

“Listen…. I was angry… I was mad at you because I thought you would choose me and instead chose Satoru. But these past weeks without you, I have been a wreck to say the least and then I realized… I have always known you loved Satoru from the beginning and that never bothered me before.” Sighing he made a small pause before continuing “Granted… I do resent him for hurting you but I never expected you to completely loose your feelings for him.“ you were about to explain to him that you were trying to sort those feelings out but he interrupted you with a little kiss on your lips “let me finish Kitten” a tender smile spread across his lips making you blush again.

“I realized that I don’t want to renounce to you, I don’t want to give you up. Because there simply is no other person who I want to be with. No one can replace you. And you don’t have to choose between Satoru and me…. At least on my behalf I am ok with sharing you with him. I don’t want to lose you and I don’t want to put you in a position that only will hurt your heart.” Stroking your cheek softly Suguru leaned in and kissed your lips once more, just this time the exchange was sweeter and lasted longer. His tongue teased the entrance to your mouth before fully delving in to revel in your warmth and sweetness. Pulling back and looking into your eyes Geto assured you “I love you… and I want you to be happy. I am not going to make you choose because I don’t want to lose you Y/N”.

To say you were shocked to the core and touched beyond words was an understatement “Suguru… I don’t know what to say…” you start but Geto chuckled

“You don’t have to give me an answer right away.. I und—-“

You cut him by crushing your lips against his, kissing him throughly. Your legs straddled his waist immediately so you could feel his strong and warm body against yours. Was this man even real? I mean… Suguru Geto was a remarkable person but at this point you started questioning your own sanity. Did you make this man up in your imagination? Because you have never met someone sweeter, nor kinder nor more loving than him. And this was without counting all his very alluring physical attributes.

By the time you pulled back you were out of breath and so was he.

Now, the thing was… is this what you wanted? Did you want them both? Wasn’t it too greedy to have them both as lovers?

There was also the possibility Satoru would flat out reject the idea but… you didn’t want to choose between them. You…. Loved them both.

Before you could speak once more you ‘felt’ someone behind you stroking your back.

Almost jumping out of your skin you turned around to find Satoru in his usual jujutsu high uniform sans blindfold.

“You’re late…” Suguru comments as if he had been expecting his best friend to teleport right then.

“I know… Yaga was being a pain in the ass as per usual” added Satoru with a grin before taking a sit next to Suguru with the biggest shit eating grin you could imagine.

“So? Did she agree?” Questioned smirking and moving his hand to stroke your hair away from your neck while you still sat on Suguru’s lap.

“I am not sure… I think we broke her…” added Geto amusedly before chuckling and kissing your cheek.

“I know how to fix that!” Excitedly announced the white haired man. Cupping your face between his hands he pulled you in to kiss you deeply. His tongue voraciously licking the inside of your mouth and enticing you to kiss him back.

This was surreal…. Were you dreaming? You had to be dreaming or maybe you hit your head and now we’re in a coma. Yeah… you have to be hallucinating this.

When Satoru pulled back he laughed “Princess… don’t look so surprised… you must have known this would have happened sooner or later… Sug and I would never give you up and we know you wouldn’t pick one over the other either… and well, we didn’t want to give you the chance to pick neither…” they knew exactly how you were. Even before you knew it yourself. They just knew you would bolt and choose no one if that meant not hurting the other so they had to figure out a solution where all of you were happy.

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skylarmoon71 · 4 years ago

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Nick Jakoby x Reader Oneshot- (Bright)

“Oink, oink over here piggy!”

The group of men standing in the doorway made you grimace. Damn they pissed you off. Nick walked pass them with his head lowered, trying his best to ignore the rude remarks. You’d just clocked in, and this had become a regular. Their tauntings. You really wanted to body slam all four of them. But you restrained yourself. “Don’t bother with them Nick, their dick heads. “ It was no secret that they hated the male Orc. Nick was by far the sweetest man on the force, and he wasn’t even a man. Which really said something for the unit.

“I’m used to it, it’s fine.” you frowned. He shouldn’t have to get used to it. He was just as hardworking and diligent as any other cop. You nudged his shoulder with a smile as you walked with him. “Cheer up, in a couple of hours we have that awful dinner to attend. You have worse things ahead." Nick shook his head with a shy smile. “Is that supposed to make me feel better.”

“Not really.” with a small giggle, you met your partner. Nick headed over to Ward, and your eyes wandered, just admiring him. You had no idea why people gave him such a hard time. It’s true that Orcs sided with the enemy in the past, but that was thousands of years ago. The world had changed so much since then, apparently not in the ways you hoped.

Nick was so misunderstood and underappreciated. He had so much to offer if he was just given a chance. Not to mention he was a total sweetheart. Pretty handsome too. The final thought erupts a blush to your cheek, one that doesn’t go unnoticed by your partner.

“What’s got you all red in the face?” Jacob, your partner raises an eyebrow, and your face gets darker. “Nothing let’s get going.” he doesn’t quite believe you, and you try to steal one last look at Nick before you have to get going, but Jacob catches the action, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Shit I knew it!!” His yell catches the attention of everyone in a five mile radius and as the officers stare, you feel Nick’s stare follow. You cower, smacking Jacob who just waves everyone off. When their gazes have diverted, you glare at the man before you. He raises his hands defensively. “Sorry, sorry didn’t mean to cause a scene. Not everyday you discover your partner has a crush. Damn Victoria owes me twenty bucks!”

“Y-You betted on my love life with your wife!!”

“Umm, hell yeah I did. Why are you even surprised?” he was right, you shouldn’t have been. You just roll your eyes, and soon the both of you are headed to the squad car. Jacob is still wearing that smug grin as you jump into the vehicle. “So when are you gonna ask him out?”

“I-I’m not!”

“You’re kidding, you have to (Y/N)!” Jacob has always been majorly supportive, but you’re still a little anxious. Your head lowers. “Y-You don’t think it’s weird that I..I mean I don’t care if anyone says anything but I just..I..” The way you're struggling with your words, it’s not hard for Jacob to understand. “Listen, I’d never judge you for something like that. We’re partners (Y/N), practically family now. And honestly Nick is awesome, dude brings me scones every Tuesday cause he passes at my favorite shop on his way to work. He’s a hero in my book.” He lets out a few fake sobs to get his point across and you just groan at his childishness.

“Seriously though, Nick’s a really good guy. Everyone treats him like shit, yet he comes back and tells them to be safe. If it were me, I don’t think I’d be able to handle it that well. He could easily quit, probably just become the monster everyone keeps accusing him of being. But he wakes up and he does the job, all because he loves it, he generally cares about protecting people who don’t give a shit about him. It’s inspiring to watch. There aren’t many people like left in this world (Y/N), if you find someone like that, you should do what you can to hold onto them.” His finger ran over his wedding band, a smile playing on his lips. “That’s what I did.” His smile makes your face brighten, and you nod.

“I’ll do my best. “

So maybe your partner wasn’t a complete idiot.

That afternoon when you get home, you’re on a mission. Jacob’s advice is ringing in your head. He’s right. So you’ve decided this annual police will be your best yet. You were gonna go all out. You rarely ever get dressed up, too accustomed to dark suit pants and uncomfortable belts. You wanted something to catch Nick’s attention, then maybe it would give you the confidence to finally own up to your feelings and ask the guy out. You jump into the shower.

“Time to knock them dead. “

~Three hours later~

“Quit fidgeting, you look fine.” Ward smacks Nick’s hands away from the tie. He’s been messing with it for the last ten minutes, mostly out of nervousness. This is his first time he’s worn a tux. He feels a bit ridiculous, but with Ward’s assurance, he can only hope he’s pulling it off. They stand at a table making small talk, mostly Ward.

Nick offers a word here and there. By the looks he keeps getting, he can tell that his opinion isn’t really wanted by the people there. So he busies himself with watching the other people mingling around him. Everyone looks relaxed, sipping wine, helpling themselves to food. He’s never been a fan of this. Every year they hold these little banquets to treat the new recruits and commend exemplary performances throughout the unit. It’s a fun event for the most part. But his fellow coworkers never rest with their harsh opinions. It isn’t even verbal, just by the looks he knows.

The sound of a few whistles catches his attention. There’s a small commotion at the doorway. He vaguely makes out the edge of purple, and that’s when he notices the man that walks in. But that isn’t what captures his eyes, it’s the woman he’s escorting on his arm.

Golden orbs widen, and his ears twitch a bit too quickly. He wants to control it, but it’s hard, because the smile that lands in his direction knocks the wind right out of him. “Wow, your girlfriend cleans up nice.” Ward whispers.

“S-She’s not my girlfriend.” he grumbles back. Now that you’re clear in his view, he can fully admire your dress. It’s a velvet luxe maxi dress. The color is a beautiful lavender. Thin straps at the shoulder, low cut displaying just enough cleavage. And a slit that stops mid thigh, with matching heels to complete the whole look. Your hair is loose, and a very light amount of makeup, highlighting your features. Nick thought you were gorgeous before, but somehow you’ve outdone yourself. He can’t look away, and he really should before you take notice.You settle at a table not too far from him, pulling the focus of a few males present there. With polite smiles and little words, Nick feels a bit envious.

“Now’s your chance hotshot. Ask her out before one of those hyenas beat you to it.” Nick wants to convince Ward that it’s useless, there’s no way you’d go for someone like him. You’re completely different in every sense of the word. He doesn’t have a chance. As he opens his mouth he’s about to lay out his case, but a sweet lavender scent fills his nostrils, and he wants to question the origin, just then he feels a light tap on his shoulder. He turns, and the heavenly aroma hits him tenfold. Somehow you’ve walked over without him realizing. He’s supposed to be more aware, he’s a cop after all. Your glossed lips turn into a smile as you bat your eyes.

“Nick..do you wanna maybe dance?”

The slow sound filling the room, doubled with the couples now filling up the floor catches his eyes. He’s tongue tied, because you can’t really be asking him. Out of all the guys there, why him? Yes, the both of you have been friends for months now, but he’s sort of assumed your kindness was due to pity more than anything else.

You're still watching him hopefully, and Ward gives an encouraging push. He stumbles, grabbing your shoulders lightly. When he’s steadied himself, he pulls back. “He’d love to.” Ward says. Nick doesn’t get a chance to put in a word for himself, because you smile, taking his hand and pulling him to the center of the dance floor. Nick is staggering behind, trying not to knock into anyone. When you get to your desired area, you turn back to him. Nick is stiff, the both of you are just standing there, a number of eyes on you. “I-I should probably just go, everyone is staring and I’d hate to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable.” His eyes lift, and the way you look at him, it makes his heart hammer. What has he done to deserve your kindness, he has no idea.

Deciding that you need to be the one to make a move, you take his hands and place them around your waist as you step closer. You can feel the slight tremble in his palms that are pressed to your body now. It’s so adorable. He’s still stiff as a board, but you know he’s trying. He’s probably so touch starved. It hurts to just think about it. Your hands are resting on his chest lightly, and you sigh, swaying with the music. Nick swallows, he’s a bit taller than you, and he’s trying his best not to look down directly at you. With you so close it’s hard for him not to pass out at how amazing you smell. Your hands slide up, going around his neck. His eyes finally meet yours, and the meaning in your eyes, it triggers something in him. “Nick..” you’re whispering, and it breaks his train of thought. “Yeah.” you lick your lips, and he wishes he could just kiss those plump lips. They are begging to be touched.

“Do you possibly want to-” a hand pulling you from the Orc in your arms makes you jerk. Nick looks just as surprised. The officer standing between the both of you, suddenly it makes sense, and you're pissed. “Run along pig face, she’s tired of you.” Pollard rests a hand on your waist, pulling you into his side, and you shove him back. “You’re the one who’s interrupting, what the hell we were dancing!!” you're enraged. Not only has he messed up your plan to finally ask Nick out, but he’s also insulted him. Nick can see the displeasure on your face, and he’s about to suggest that maybe you leave. The last thing he wants is for you to get caught in the middle of this. He could take Pollard’s insults any day. But he doesn’t want any negative attention drawn to you.

“Come on you don’t have to give anymore charity, we all know why you do this. You feel bad for little piggy here. Don’t waste your evening on him, how about you come with me. Have some real fun.” It’s almost laughable that he thinks you’ll drop everything and just run off with him. Nick now looks less sure of himself, a bit defeated. It’s then you realize that he must have assumed the same. You’re being nice out of some foolish obligation. You open your mouth to assure him, but stop. This time, words may not be enough. It’s time to take action. So with two swift strides you grab Nick by the lapels of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss. Pollard gapes, and Nick is tense and wide eyed.

“I’m dreaming…” He has to be. You couldn’t be..kissing him. Your eyes are closed, and you still have a firm hold on his clothing. A few more seconds pass and you pull back slowly. Your eyes move from Nick’s soft lips, to his topaz eyes. The bewildered expression is highly anticipated.

“If you’ll excuse us, we have business to attend to.” you take Nick’s hand, leaving a stunned Pollard, and a few surprised officers. You don’t even look back, you do however pass Jacob on your way out of the building. He’s grinning probably wider than you. When the door snaps shut behind you and you're free of the intrusive stares, you look at Nick. He’s still in a mid state of shock. “I’m sorry..” you mutter.

Now that the events play back, you’re bashful. You didn’t even get to ask him out. Nick collects himself slowly, shaking his head. “N-No it’s fine.” An awkward silence follows. You want to say something to cut the tension, but Nick interrupts. “I should take you home.” He doesn't look at you when he says that, and now you're a bit scared that you’ve crossed a line and misread all the signs. Self conscious and mortified, you just nod. Nick’s car is parked close, as he opens the door, you jump inside. He does the same, pulling off.

The ride is anything but pleasant. It’s so quiet you can hear a pin drop. Nick is staring ahead, and the look he wears is unreadable.

“I ruined everything.” You should have never done that, especially since you weren’t even sure of any feelings. He must be completely disgusted with you. You're thankful that the ride isn’t long, because in a few minutes he pulls up. You don’t make any kind of eye contact, just whisper a thanks, opening the door and stepping out.

You want to cry, how did the night turn so horrible that quickly. As you close the vehicle door, you all but sprint to your house, taking out your keys and opening your front door. You don’t even bid him goodbye, you just focus on getting inside. You do, stepping in and leaning back as you shut the door. “Idiot!” you scold yourself. “I’m an idiot..” you bite your lip. How would you ever face him again.

The knock at your door makes you jump, and you turn, opening the door hesitantly. You peek outside, a bit surprised. “N-Nick..” He’s staring at you, maybe wanting answers for all that happened. You step back, letting him inside. He’s the one that closes the door this time.

“Why did you kiss me?” Blunt, to the point. From the look, you know he’s just as conflicted by all of this as you. Now might be your last chance. You’ve already kissed him, what was the harm in telling him the truth. It might help you both.

“Because I..It’s what I’ve wanted to do for months now. “ you confess. His forehead creases in astonishment. “Nick I’ve..I’ve had it bad for you for so long and it makes my blood boil every time I hear the way they talk to you! You’re so caring and selfless and goddamn hot to me and I wish everyone could see how amazing you are if they’d just give you an opportunity.” you’re rambling, but you don’t care. “That jackass Pollard ruined everything I had this whole night planned out, I was gonna wow you with this dress and then finally ask you out but then he came with his false macho bullshit and it just pissed me off and that’s why I grabbed you like that to show him that this isn’t some charity I actually am crazy about you and I..” you heave, for a minute there you forgot you should breathe. “I’m so crazy about you Nick.”

He’s still just standing there, and now you’ve given him a chance to speak. From his expression, he doesn’t know what to say. You were so out of his league.

“I don’t understand why you would..why..” that self conscious look, you’ve seen it many times.

“Nick, I want you.” he stops, eyes opening a bit wider now. “I’m tired of you being so hard on yourself. You have nothing to be ashamed of. “ you take a step forward, and he doesn’t move a muscle. “Truthfully, when I saw you earlier in this tux, I almost passed out. “ your hands reach out, going back to where they had been before Pollard stepped in. Resting right on his broad shoulders. Another thing about him that made you swoon was his build. He was nicely muscular. It just messed you up. He needs a moment to gather his breath. “Nick do you..want me?”

“Of course!” his shout, as unexpected as it is, it makes you smile. He looks away at how desperate it sounded. “That’s good..” you don’t clarify, just lean in, and this time when your lips meet, he still doesn’t really prepare. It’s so tender, almost tentative. When he finally convinces his mind that it’s real, his hands wrap around your body, pulling you in. You sigh, and Nick responds, returning the kiss. Your head is in the clouds, You feel like you’re dreaming, if that’s the case you want to stay forever. You open your mouth, urging him to do the same, he does, taking control.

You moan when he pushes you up against the door, now kissing you hungrily. One of his hands drift down to your bare thigh, and another needy sound releases. You can’t stop it and you don’t want to. His free hand presses to the door, and your hands grip at the clothes on his back. You’re trying to pull him forward, and he complies, pressing into you. It feels so great, his firm body trapping you there. There’s a low growl that comes from Nick, and somehow you’re even more turned on. Your hands have ventured back to the front of his tux, unbuttoning it quickly. It falls open and your fingers slip under the jacket, reveling in the taunt muscles.

Gosh does he feel amazing. Nick feels you start to pull at the shirt, he forces himself to part. When you’ve separated, you’re both flushed and panting. Nick still believes maybe he’s at home sleeping somehow. The new scent that fills the air nearly makes his knees buckle. Your lust is so prominent, he can almost taste it. Your chest is still heaving, but you're slowly coming down from your high, so is Nick. It’s then you realize what was about to happen if not for Nick’s pause. You feel a bit embarrassed now. You hug yourself, blushing a deep red.

“S-Sorry, guess I kind of got a bit crazy..” Nick smiles. “You don’t have to apologize.” He’d be stupid to make you feel bad about such a thing. He was just as equally responsible. Fact is, it took everything in him to stop himself. As much as he wants this to progress, he also wants more than just a heated night with you. He wants so much more.

“(Y/N), I’d..really like to take you out sometime..” he mumbles it, still fairly insecure about it all. The way your eyes light up though, his fears are all gone. You don’t respond, and he doesn’t need one because you jump into his arms, pressing a kiss to his cheek, grinning like a child on Christmas.

“You don’t even have to ask, it’s a yes.” you whisper in his ear. He holds you close, breathing in your scent. He wants to lock that away forever. He wants this to last forever. For now though, just being with you now, it’s enough.

#nick jakoby #bright #ward #love #orcs #fairies #elves #magic #acceptance #friends to lovers #insecure #cops #LAPD #parties #confessions #nick jakoby x reader #friendship #dorks in love

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xaphrin · 4 years ago

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Dark Little Lies

@ravenfan1242 and @chromium7sky - YOU BOTH ARE WONDERFUL AND I LOVE YOU. It’s not much, but please let me gift you with some Adult Nonsense, courtesy of “Damian al Ghul as Red X” AU that is consuming my life right now. I don’t deserve you in my life, but I’m glad you’re here.

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“Tayir saghir…”

The words rumbled in her ear, rough and distorted from the voice modifier on his mask. Raven felt a shiver tremble through her body as she felt him move in the shadows around her. He stayed just outside of her peripherals, as if he knew exactly where she was looking and what she was thinking. In spite of the weight of the uniform he wore, his steps were light and silent on the dirty floor of the old warehouse cellar. It told her that not only was he trained well, he was a master at whatever his skills were.

This Red X was not to be trifled with.

“You’ve called me that before…” Raven remembered the growling words as he pinned her to the warehouse rafters weeks ago, the words spoken in a harsh bark. “What does it mean?”

“Your curiosity is piqued?” He hummed and the sound rolled down her spine like too-hot water.

The lilt to his voice made her shiver and she swallowed a growing lump in her throat, desperately trying to ignore the tight, burning knot that was forming just below her navel. Her heart was sputtering in her chest and her fingers twisted in the folds of her cloak, if only so she could grab and hold onto something. Something that wasn’t him. Raven’s skin felt like she was stretched far too thin and every part of her was ready to split open. She swallowed as she felt him take a step back, his own curiosity rolling off him in waves.

“I must confess, I’m surprised you agreed to meet with me here.” He moved back into the shadows, but that did nothing to ease the fire that was racing along her nerve endings. “I thought your teammates had warned you this was a bad idea - giving me what I want.”

“You are going to terrorize us if I don’t at least listen to your demands.” She was proud that she managed to keep her voice from shaking, but that was only a small victory. “So, what do you want? Why are you targeting us?”

Red X clicked his tongue, the sound metallic with the voice modifier. “Ah-ah. Not us. You.” He moved around to her peripheral vision again, his cape a dark slither of movement. “I am targeting for you.”

Raven pursed her lips and she turned to try and catch him, but he stayed behind her. A whispered curse fell from her tongue and she stood still, letting him circle her like she was prey. “For what purpose?”

“You know.”

“I don’t.” She lied easily, but she knew. Of course she did. She had known the first time he put her hands on her, but she wanted to hear him admit it himself. There was proof in his words and she demanded to have him say it. “I don’t know why you need me.”

“Oh, tayir dhuki. You know.” He chuckled and paused in the shadows in front of her, letting Raven see the outline to his form. It was a taunt, and they both knew it. “You know precisely why I am targeting you.”

Raven took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her eyes sliding over his outline. He was broad-shouldered and tall, standing nearly a whole head and shoulders over her own petite height, and he carried himself as though he expected the whole world to bow to him. She wondered if he was royalty or something like it in his own universe. He walked through this world like he owned it, and everyone knew. Her tongue came out to wet her lips and she lifted her head, meeting his stare as firmly as she could manage.

“You don’t belong here.”

There was a long, heavy pause, and she could feel his smile beneath the mask. Red X stepped into the dull, flickering light, crossing his arms over his chest as he regarded her. “Your leader is still trying to figure it out, you know. Honestly, why he doesn’t leave the detective work to you is beyond me. You’re clearly the more clever out of the two of you.”

Raven swallowed, taking a step back as he approached her. The admission felt as though there was another stitch sewing their fates together, and she didn’t like that. He was dangerous, and that was something she would do well not to forget. “I think you put too much stock into my abilities. I don’t know how to get you home.”

“You are the daughter of a demon-”

How did he know?

“-and probably the most powerful sorceress on this planet.” He paused and watched her, his emotions steady and firm as he moved closer. “Even if the skills and knowledge escape you at this very moment, I have no doubt in my mind that you have the ability to obtain them. You are intrepid and resourceful, if anything.”

Raven swallowed, her eyes flicking over his mask. “That… sounds suspiciously like a compliment.”

He hummed again, but chose not to address her statement. Instead, he stepped back into the shadows. His silent steps padded around her again, stalking her. Raven took another deep breath, letting it hiss between her lips as she tried to calm her head.

“So… what do you want me to do?”

“Get me where I belong.” His voice echoed behind her, but she didn’t move. There was another long pause, and he stepped up behind her, his heat bleeding through the thick fabric of her cloak. “I am not supposed to be here, and you know it. The longer I stay in this universe the more havoc I could cause on the threads that hold it together. You must get me back to where I need to be.”

“And… if I can’t?”

“You can.” His tone stated that there was no other option. Nothing that could change his course of thought. Raven had to succeed, simple as that. His fingertips slid down her spine, and that knot of heat below her navel tightened, sliding lower. Red X leaned over her, his hand skirting around her hip. “You have a surprising lack of self-confidence for a woman who can destroy worlds with a flick of her fingers.”

It was another compliment, told with soft, grumbling tones.

Raven licked her lips and she glanced down at his hand as he found the part in her cloak, easing it to the side. In the low light, the flash of her pale skin looked practically erotic, and she watched his gloved hand trace aimless patterns over her exposed thigh. The knot moved lower, and she felt her knees start to shake with a sudden onslaught of emotion. Breath catching in her throat, she turned her head to see the caricature of a skull watching her, looking almost… fascinated with her responses.

“You haven’t told me to stop.” A statement, nothing more.

Raven breathed through her nose and looked at him, her gaze steady. “Should I?”

His fingers skirted higher, toying with the tight hem encircling her thigh. His thumb eased under the fabric, rubbing circles along the crease in her hip and… oh, did that feel good. Raven’s eyes closed, and it took everything in her power to keep from resting her back against his chest.

“Mm.” His thumb sug a little deeper, smoothing along a tight muscle near her thigh. Heaven. “Perhaps the question is… do you want me to stop?”

Did she? Raven wasn’t sure. She should stop him, that was obvious. He wasn’t on her side - in fact, he was the enemy - and she didn’t know if she could or should trust him. Red X was dangerous, and every sensible part of her screamed to make him stop. But… there was an insensible part of her that begged him to go further and take whatever he wanted from her. A part that wanted to strip herself bare and let him take her to the floor. She’d been wound tight for weeks, the subtle flirtation between him and her making her desperate at this point. Fate and destiny weren’t words she usually subscribed to, but something was pulling her into him, and she was growing tired of fighting it.

Raven swallowed. “No.”

If he was surprised by her response, he didn’t say so. Instead she felt his other hand slide up her side before resting over her eyes, blocking out the light. Raven swallowed hard as his hand left her hip for just a moment, and there was the rustling of fabric before she felt his fingertips against her skin again. His bare fingertips. Raven tried to say something, but the words died on her tongue and escaped as a low moan. She felt his thumb slide in between her thighs, splitting her for his curious exploration. Her back arched as he circled her clit with slow, almost lazy touches - as if they had all night and he was going to take his sweet time bringing her pleasure. A whimper escaped her throat as he teased her, finding exactly where he needed to touch.

“Tayir saghir… you’re so wet.”

Raven’s heart twisted, as she heard his true voice rumble in her ear. His mask… he’d taken off his mask. His lips skimmed down her neck, and he slid two fingers deep inside her, pumping nice and slow. He was taking every second he could spare to draw out this sweet, delicious torture. She nearly collapsed against him, just barely holding herself up as her back balanced against his firm chest.

“Do you like this?” He nipped at her ear lobe, his own voice husky with need. “My fingers deep inside you?”

Raven groaned, and she pushed her back tighter against him, feeling his hips cradle her ass. His obvious erection rubbed against her as she moved, and a thin smile pulled at her lips. “You seem to like it too.”

He growled and pushed his hips harder against her, forcing her to stumble a few steps forward with the force. She threw her hands out in front of her, catching herself against a stone wall. She could feel shadows weave around her, but his gloved hand never left her eyes. Raven was trapped beneath him, and she basked in the helpless feeling. Red X slid his leg between her ankles and widened her stance, allowing his fingers to drive deeper as he rubbed himself against the roundness of her ass.

“If you keep taunting me, tayir saghir, I sincerely promise that I will find ways to silence your pretty mouth.” His teeth bit into her neck, and he drove his fingers deeper and deeper into her body, curling them against a bundle of nerves that had Raven shaking. Her fingers curled against the stone wall and she pushed her hips back against him in a mockery of sex. Red X simply growled in her ear and twisted his thumb over her clit. “Tease.”

Raven groaned and rested her head against the cool wall, feeling her body start to shake. He was finding every raw part of her and exploiting it, making her submit to him before she even realized there was a fight. He stretched her wider and added a third finger, filling her to the point of breaking. All the while his hips continued a steady push against her, needing to feel the same thing she was.

Needing to let go.

His mouth continued to kiss up and down her neck, biting and sucking whenever he wanted, and Raven was tempted to give him whatever he asked. She lost her sense of time and place. She lost sense of herself, and all that mattered was his lips on her skin and his fingers inside her, their pace furious and desperate. He needed to see her break apart under him. She could feel the desire slither under his own skin, a call so primal and base that there was nothing he could do to stop it. It was the rawest part of himself, and he was giving into it.

“I can hear your breath.”

She tightened around him, shuddering.

“You want to let go.”

He was relentless, and Raven could feel sparks snap along her skin. She was wound too tight, and if he did anything else to her, she would shatter every last thread of good sense she had left in her body. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip and she shoved her body back into his, whining and shaking as her orgasm started to burn just under her navel. Red X pinned her tight against the wall and his fingers drove deep and hard, urging her higher and higher, until-

Raven screamed.

Her back arched and she drove herself down on his hand as her cry echoed in the empty space. Behind the hand over her eyes she could see a million colors shatter like fireworks. She kept screaming through her orgasm until her voice grew hoarse and her body started to soar into another plane of existence. She had never felt like this. Like release was akin to reaching nirvana. Red X kept pumping his fingers inside her, slowing his pace, bringing her back down to earth. Gasping and shaking, she sagged against his chest before tilting forward to rest her overheated body against the cool wall.

Red X removed his hand, and before Raven could even think about turning around and catching him barefaced, he was already dressed, pulling on his glove and straightening his mask. She turned to press her back against the wall, letting the stone chill her skin. Her eyes fluttered and she took in the sight of Red X, looking completely unaffected - except for the massive erection he was sporting. Heat flared along her cheekbones and Raven steadied herself, ignoring the obvious wetness between her thighs. She pushed at her hair and readjusted her clothing, taking a deep breath.

“This changes nothing.”

Red X clicked his tongue, but nodded in agreement. “Of course.”

“You have to return to your world.” She pulled her hood up and turned towards him, hoping she didn’t look as weak as she felt. “And I am to stay in mine.”

“I wouldn’t dare consider otherwise.” His voice was even and steady, but she could hear the strain in the spaces of silence. He was at his wits end. Good. At least she wasn’t the only one.

“I need… time, and research materials.” Raven started for the door, her heart still pounding in her chest as she felt his eyes follow her steps. “We’ll meet here… same time next week, and I will give you an update on what I know.”

“And will you be requesting a… repeat performance, tayir saghir?”

Her cheeks flushed, but she could hear the teasing curiosity in his voice. “No.”

His head tilted to the side, and he let the silence weigh on them as his eyes skimmed her form. “Pity.”

#damirae #demonbirds #Damian al Ghul as Red X #THANK YOU FOR BEING AMAZING #Adult nonsense ahead

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patrick-in-the-junkyard · 4 years ago

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Joystick

Henry, Belch, and Victor X Reader

Notes: Hey, this is number two out of the special. Sorry if it seemed rushed, I’ve gotten a new job and have been really busy. And as always thank you for taking the time to read!

Summary: You lose a challenge to Bowers and his goons. What could possibly happen next?

Warnings: NSFW, Language, Blackmail, Smoking, Unprotected Sex, and Implied Sex.

Words: +1.6K

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The bright neon lights of the Capitol theater was in your view, You’d come to the arcade weekly, it was a huge hobby of yours especially when you beat other kids in Mortal Kombat. Every time you’d play kids waiting for their movie would attempt to beat you which unfortunately they’d lose 99% of the time.

There was this one kid named Richie Tozier would always be a challenger but he lost a few times and reluctantly try again. Until it was made as a bet, if a player won they were given a quarter by the player that lost.

At this point he had lost twice, making you feel a little guilty

“Aw fuck, again! I guess I owe you another quarter.”

“No it’s-.” Not listening he dug through his pockets and roughly pulled a few quarters out but not without dropping them on the tile floor.

“Fine.” He scurried to the floor his glasses almost falling off his face while mumbling a single ‘fuck’ You kneeled down to help, picking up some of the quarters with one swipe and attempting to hand them back over.

Loud stomps we are now prominent from the other side of the arcade where the exit of screen one was. Before turning around you could start to see the door slam open. Kids pour out of the door, screaming and whistling probably about how the movie was. That was whenever you noticed Richie was still there.

“Hey I’d go if I were you. I saw Henry and his goons go in their earlier.” He perked up, pushing his glasses back up.

“Okay, see you later.” He made a small dash to the door, blending into the crowd.

You entered another two quarters, chose your character and started fighting the bot. Glancing over you saw no one in sight from the doors, probably all gone home since it was almost pitch black out. Until Henry stepped out, probably separated from the crowd. ‘Fuck.’ You shot you head back at your screen, there was no doubt he saw you. Mashing the buttons trying to pass off as nothing had gone wrong wasn’t going to get you out of this one.

“Hey princess you look like ya playing hard.” ‘Wait am I just dreaming, no I’m just imagining things.’ You just wanted them to leave.

“Look at the way she holds that joystick Vic” Yep they were definitely there all right.

“Oh wouldn’t you know huh?” You snapped back making Henry grab the joystick from you. Game over.

“Can’t you just leave me alone.” He laughed at that one.

“Listen princess it isn't that easy, lets play a little game. You beat me we’ll leave you alone. But if I beat you, you'll be the one touching our joysticks.” ‘No fucking way’ you thought.

“How bout no.”

“You see there is one catch If you try to bail out the whole town would here about our little polaroid incident.” Blackmail, two could play at that game.

“You have no proof Bowers.” He reached for his wallet and pulled out a selection of polaroids that included you. In the photographs you were butt naked, draped across a bed with a smile on your face. Patrick’s bed to be exact, that was the night you, Patrick and Henry hooked up. You let him take photos for his sake but now for him to use them as blackmail pissed you off.

“Okay bet, I’ll kick your ass anyways.”

A few minutes in and he was already beating your ass and took on round one. Round two you made an excellent comeback throwing punches and kicks at his character, throwing them down and taking that round. The final round you thought you didn’t even need to try since Bowers played coy, letting you throw a few punches. His character took yours from the body and threw them down with two punches after. Belch and Victor cheered him on as he proceeded to win. The ‘player one loses’ screen along with a ticking time bomb pops up, your mouth agape in shock. You knew if you hadn’t of slacked in the last round you would of won.

“So when and where?” You joked not taking it seriously while taking a glace at his sly smirk.

“Now and in the theater.” You laughed.

“You're kidding me.”

“Nope.”

“Alright.” Bowers took that in surprise not expecting you to comply with his deal.

You waited a minute before looking around and going through the hallway where the screenings were. Then down to the bathrooms, checking the empty stalls making sure nobody was inside. The workers were probably on break which was a good thing for you. Henry took your wrist into his grasp, leading you and the others to screen room three.

Going through the door you go up to the top so if anyone were to walk in they wouldn’t know what was going on. You sat down, spread eagle as Henry stood in front. His head turned down to look at you.

“Come on you know it don’t bite.” He motioned to his pants, cupping himself in the process.

“So I guess Patrick is at home, too bad he’d miss an opportunity like this.” You smiled at Henry unbuttoning his pants.

You pulled his pants down to his knees after unzipping them, to your surprise he was already erect. Rubbing your fingertips over the bulge in his briefs caused him to twitch in your grasp. Placing your thumb down on his time you could feel the damp spot where he was leaking pre cum. Putting your fingers in his waist band you pull them down slowly. His cock sprung up, hitting his stomach. You grab him at his hips and pull him in closer becoming face to face with his cock.

You took Henry into your mouth, your saliva from your watering mouth trailing down to the base of his cock. Moving your mouth further down you could feel the heat rising from him. He tried his hardest to stay still as you took him fully into your mouth. A “Fuck” left his lips, he was clearly enjoying this from the whimpers that came from his throat.

Bobbing up and down you kept a simple pace, glancing up you could see the dim light illuminating Henry’s face. His head was thrown a little back, he was biting his lip as his eyes were heavy.

“God your so fucking good.” He couldn’t help but moan as you worked your mouth.

The other boys stood watching, getting hard at the thought of waiting for their turn. Belch sat down next to you on your left, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

“You wanna be fucked by his nice cock huh? Spread you open and make you beg for him.” God, his words were smooth as melted butter that caused the feeling of heat now between your legs. He took a handful of your hair into the palm of his hand. Pulling your mouth off Henry’s cock, Belch moves your head over leaving your neck free for the taking. He licks up your neck, leaving little kisses before moving your head back on Henry. Henry watched as you placed him back into your mouth before Belch gave you a hand. Belch moved your head for you, helping you get further on Henry’s length.

Henry pulled your mouth off, stopping Belch and having him let go of your hair.

“Get up.” You got up and moved over to the side.

Henry sat down where you were, patting his lap for you to sit. He meant for you to sit on his cock as he held his dick in hand. You pulled down your shorts as you looked at him jerking himself off. You bent over to sit waiting for Henry to help. Henry guided you onto his cock, his hands grasping on your hips making marks. You sunk down on him, his legs shook from under you.

Victor stood in front of you taking the spot Henry, pulling his joggers down to free his cock. Belch took to your side again, body slouching over the arm rest to give you small pecks on your neck. Henry couldn’t keep his mouth shut groaning as he pushed you up and down on him.

“Fuck sug, you like Hen’s cock filling you up.” He had a grip on your hair again tugging at it as you now took Victor’s tip into your mouth. You had your hand on the base making a twisting motion for about a moment as Henry thrust up in to you. Henry was getting closer and closer to explode.

“Oh shit I’m cumming god I’m-” Henry halted as he came inside you, filling you up to the brim with his cum.

Victor loudly groaned, his now lit cigarette almost dropping from his mouth as he shot his load down your throat. As you got up to let Henry get up and move, the movie previews began. It made you jump out of your skin.

Before it could be Belch’s turn a loud buzzing noise went off in the room, the fire alarm. Victor’s cigarette has set off the fucking alarm while previews were going off.

“Fuck holy shit run.” You pulled up your shorts and ran down the steps to the exit and out the door. This door led to the back of the store where employees parked their cars. Belch followed you from behind, getting out way before Henry and Victor did.

“Now that’s a case of blue balls.” Belch was kinda sad, until you whispered something into his ear

“Wait until we leave.”

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music-is-a-painkiller · 3 years ago

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1, 4, 5, 8, 9, 13, 19, 20, 21, 25, 29, 30, 32, 33, 35, 36, 37, 40, 42, 47, 48, 51, 53, 54, 55, 57 - Blue, 59, 61 - EXO vs. Stray Kids and the previous winner vs. TXT, 63, 65, please. ♥

1. Are you an albums person or a singles person? Mostly albums because they contain more music!😄

4. Is there a song you love but don't like its music video? I don’t think so🤔

5. Is there a song you don't like but like its music video? I can’t think of one :/

8. Is there an artist or song that you like, despite being of a genre you don't usually like? I can’t think of one🤔

9. Do you have a favorite band? I don’t listen to bands as much and as regularly as I used to but I still enjoy BMTH, YM@6, The Hunna, Deaf Havana, Day6, N.Flying

13. Who’s the most popular/mainstream artist you listen to? I would consider Stray Kids the most popular😬

19. A song or album from the 2000s: Simple Plan - Your Love Is Just A Lie (this song is still🔥)

20. A song or album from the 2010s: SuG - Howling Magic (I used to listen to this song sooo often💜)

21. A song or album from this year or last year: Stray Kids - IN LIFE

25. Is there a song you used to like but can’t listen to anymore because you associate it with someone you don’t like? No, because I try not to associate songs with people🙄

29. Songs you love to dance to: Ateez - Wave, Day6 - Dance Dance, BTOB - 신바람, K.A.R.D - Hola Hola

30. Songs you love to sing along to: Ateez - Wave, Answer, Inception, Stray Kids - Mixtape #4, Back Door, Easy, pH-1 ft. Jay Park - Til I Die, EXO - Lotto, Monster Oasis, Pentagon - Like This, Runaway, Do or Not, Eric Nam - Runaway I’ll stop here because it will never end😂

32. When was the last time you cried when listening to a song, if ever? I think it was 1 year ago. I was on my way home from university and I was listening to Day6... so it must have been Colors or 예뻤어 (I was very emotional at that time don’t judge me😭)

33. Your favorite artist from your city/state/country? I barely listen to music from here but Mark Forster and Kraftklub are alright!😆

35. A song you like in a language you don’t speak: Day6 - Stop the Rain (jap.)

36. A song you like with lyrics in two or more languages: Every song of Korean artists I listen to🤣

37. If you could travel in time and go to a concert of an artist who’s no longer alive or a band that’s no longer together, who would you choose? I wish I could have seen SuG, Mejibray, Royz, ScReW

40. Which was the best concert you’ve ever been to? Ravi ft. Cold Bay in 2018 and Jay Park ft. pH-1 in 2019🥰

42. Your favorite(s) “no skips” album(s): I used to listen to FL1P by Sik-K without skipping but at the moment I only listen to my favourite songs (in general) because of lack of time😭

47. Is there an artist you used to dislike but learned to like because of a friend’s influence? People will hate me for this... I never liked Itzy but when Wannabe came out you told me to give it a listen because I could like this song despite of disliking the ones before. And you were right. Thanks for that🤣

48. Who’s an artist you think it’s criminally underrated and deserves more recognition? Cold Bay! And I can’t stress this enough💙 51. Is there an artist you used to love as a child/teenager and still likes, even if you don’t listen to them as much? Bring Me The Horizon😌

53. Is there a song you hated the first time you listened to but then loved after listening to it more times? God’s Menu by Stray Kids and Wonderland by Ateez were a real shock but I really enjoy both songs now!🖤

54. An album you loved since the first time you listened to: Sik-K - FL1P, Stray Kids - IN LIFE, EXO - Love Shot (Repackage)

55. An album you learned to love after listening to it again and again: I usually stick with the songs I liked during the first listen and don’t listen everything all over again😬

57. [Send me a color and I'll tell you the first song it reminded me of.] -> Blue 💙Wave by Ateez and illa illa by B.I came into my mind💙

59. Do you listen to music when it's raining or do you stop to hear the sound of the rain? I usually stop the music to hear the rain☔

61. [Make me choose between two artists/songs/albums.] -> EXO vs. Stray Kids and the previous winner vs. TXT EXO vs. Stray Kids -> Stray Kids the previous winner vs. TXT -> Stray Kids

63. Do you prefer live recordings or studio recordings? I usually prefer studio recordings because I like the clean sound BUT live recordings are also good to check if artists are able to perform the songs as good as on the CD😄

65. Are there any songs you know the entire lyrics by heart? pH-1 ft. Til I Die, Sik-K - Noizy, Coogie ft. Dive In Purple - NONO, Stray Kids - Mixtape #4, Back Door, Ateez - Wave, Answer

#personal #music asks #thank you🥺

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justasparkwritings · 4 years ago

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Codename Cupid: Chapter 19

Previous: Harboring Hoseok

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x OFC

Genre: Secret AgentAU, Government AgentAU

Rating: PG15

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Codename Miss Cuttlefish plays double agent OR OT7 begins revealing their next plan.

Codename: Miss Cuttlefish, If Ya Nasty

Present Day

Sitting around the conference table at OT7 headquarters, the six agents listen and watch as Codename Miss Cuttlefish née Genevieve Yang, does her own song and dance. Daughter of operative Cuttlefish, she is trained in field work, and was pulled as a CI over three years ago when Codename Arrow joined the scope of the investigation. Hating to disappoint her mother, she reluctantly joined the mission and just prayed Codename Bow and Codename Arrow never said anything worthy of reporting.

“She’s not an idiot, she has to know this is connected,” Yoongi remarks, eyes staring at Miss Cuttlefish as she engages with Codename Black Panther.

“She hasn’t made the connection yet,” Namjoon answers.

“Black Panther is starting to see a pattern, that’s the first step,” Hoseok adds.

“I can’t believe you think we can keep this up,” Tiredly, Yoongi sighs.

“Who said I thought we could keep this up? We cannot, in any realm, keep this going any longer. That’s part of the plan,” Namjoon responds.

“How many steps are there to this plan?” Yoongi asks, he’s beyond burned out, drinking coffee by the liter, eating whatever fast food he could grab on his way home, knowing full well his roommates were riding the same bus. This is how Namjoon works, he reminds himself, to plan and over plan every step of a mission, only keying them in when necessary. This mission, it’s length, it’s breadth, had begun to wear them thin. You don’t spend half a decade on a project, and not count the months, weeks and days until you turn in your final paperwork. Yoongi, and the rest of OT7 could see the light at the end of the tunnel, the problem for Yoongi, was whether that light was hope, or the train itself.

“It’s not like we’re withdrawing from Iran,” Seokjin states. “We just need to position her correctly in order for the rest of this to fall into place.”

“Do you want me to actually give her the intel?” Miss Cuttlefish asks, muting the call while Black Panther speaks.

“Tell her you’ll ask,” Namjoon directs.

“Then what?”

“Lie,” Yoongi shrugs.

“She’s moving to search through his followers,” Seokjin says, changing the screen to a live shot of Black Panther’s computer screen. In his years with OT7, he’d picked up a few new skills, including coding. Though he preferred the monotony of financial records, tracing bank accounts and calling foreign ops, there was something a little thrilling about cloning a computer and observing the movements of its owner.

“Everything’s in place?”

“Yes,” Hoseok answers.

“You made the right call,” Jimin tells Namjoon, his voice low as he looks at his leader.

“Did I?” Namjoon asks softly, his uncertainty written in the dark bags decorating his under eye.

“You’re exhausted, you can’t see the forest through the trees,” Jimin offers. “But you did, Taehyung and I know it wasn’t an easy decision to make.”

“He already resents me.”

“Why are you talking about Maknae?” Taehyung asks.

Glancing over at him, Jimin answers, “RM’s worried about him,”

“He’s at headquarters for the week?” Hoseok inquires.

“Yes, some training,” Namjoon responds.

“Hasn’t he perfected everything?” Yoongi snaps.

“Sug-

Miss Cuttlefish hangs up the phone abruptly and stares at the six men. “Did I get what you wanted?”

“You did,” Namjoon snaps his attention away from his hyung, “we’ll monitor Black Panther over the next few days, thank you Miss Cuttlefish.”

Genevieve stands, Taehyung following suit. “I’ll walk you out.”

“You sure that’s all?” Jimin snickers. Taehyung’s cheeks flush, Miss Cuttlefish pinches them lightly before pressing her lips gently against the warm skin.

“Do you want me to post more photos?” She asks Namjoon, eyes still on Taehyung’s.

“Black Panther requested J-Hope, correct?”

“Yes,” Jimin refreshes Hoseok’s page and stares at the pending follow.

“What do we do?” Hoseok asks.

“We accept,” Yoongi answers.

“Then what?”

“We wait,” The finality of his words is met with his actions, and Namjoon doesn’t want any misinterpretation of his movements. He stands from the conference table before retreating into his office and closing the door. Dimming the lights and turning on low music, he tends to his Bonsais and other greenery, giving them a little attention before he extends on his couch. Namjoon wasn’t sure he was making the right decision; wasn’t sure he would be able to salvage whatever would be left after Codename Black Panther came to a head, or if he’d judged accurately. That’s the job of the boss though, isn’t it? He had to make the impossible decisions, the calls that no one else wanted to or could, the ones that decided the fate of a mission.

Some decisions were easy, Taehyung ending his relationship and mission with Cupid had been a no brainer, a decision he knew the minute Tae scheduled the meeting. Using Hoseok in this pedestrian mission was a child’s play, Hobi had the charisma and added bonus of never being seen. He easily could’ve taken Jimin’s role, deftly swaying anyone he came in contact with into falling in love with him. He was precious, intelligent, compassionate and brilliant. Hoseok was always sidelined though because he couldn’t lie, couldn’t withhold, couldn’t tell when someone else was pulling the wool over his exuberant irises. In their early years, it made him a terrible mission lead, but in his forgery work, it made his attention to detail flawless. He had to be so careful, so delicate and exacting otherwise anyone would recognize the faux docs.

Hoseok didn’t have to lie much when he was with Miss Cuttlefish, he could easily weave a tale of working in the fraud department of the FBI, craft old missions into new stories because Codename Bow had never heard them. Playing pretend with another operative was the only time Hoseok felt okay being in the field, he preferred to engage with his group of brothers and his CI’s, collaborating on best practices, creating new protocols for faking passports and White House Stationary.

Other groups within the larger structure of OT7 often wondered why Hoseok and Jimin couldn’t trade, didn’t they have similar skill sets? The nuance of their performances, often lacking the pizazz older, retired agents recognized as skill, set the two apart. Both cunning and sly, charming and friendly, the two men knew they could never trade places, most importantly, Namjoon knew.

The problem arising in this mission, was the sole focus of the project itself. Black Panther presents an element none of them expected, or planned for, or even recognized was part of her personality. Black Panther is deft in her skills, easily adjusting to meet the demand, rising to every occasion and slightly careless in her protections. She’s easy to find, easy to follow, easy to gain access to in every way she boasts not to be. Namjoon couldn’t blame her, everyone was powerless to OT7, after all, that was their goal. No one was out of their reach, no one too far from their grasp regardless of their efforts. He knew it, and soon, she would too.

The complications Black Panther brings to the table are unchallenged, a mountain none of them have yet climbed. Laying in his office, Namjoon wonders if it’s all worth it. If manipulating her will get them where they need to be, or if she’s better off being a casualty none of them blinks an eye over. He could always send Agust D to clean up the mess, but what would that solve? It’d just create another headache for him to manage and another member of his team to be angry with him. Breeding contempt was not his strong suit, but solving it was near impossible.

“Joonie?” Hoseok asks, hand gently rapping the door.

“Hm?” He offers in return.

Poking his head in, Hoseok’s smile relaxes. “Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?”

“Depends, what are you making?”

“Your favorite,” Hoseok chuckles, a welcome sound against the dull lull of the piano.

“You won’t burn it?”

“Seokjin’s going to help,”

“What can go wrong? The two Seok’s battle it out, one too intense, the other too much of a culinary genius,”

“I hope I’m the genius,” Hoseok says sitting down. “You’re welcome to stay the night too, I know how you get,”

“I live in the apartment across from you, Hobi,” Namjoon’s eyes remain closed, his body moving on the couch to accommodate Hoseok.

“I know,”

“With Yoongi and Taehyung,”

“I know,” Hoseok repeats.

“I’m not lonely,”

“You can be in a crowded room and still feel isolated,”

“I’m not isolated with Yoongi, we shared a room for years before moving across the hall,” Fluttering his eyes open, he stares at Hoseok’s worried expression.

“Namjoon,” Hoseok’s eyes give way to the concern beating in his heart. “You’re stressed about something, you don’t have to tell me what, just walk the five paces from your place to ours and spend some time with us. We can watch whatever movie you want.”

“You’re too good to me,” Namjoon offers a soft smile.

“That’s because we’re family, Joonie,” Hoseok gives his hand a squeeze before walking towards the door. “Oh, and if you have Sprite, bring it.”

“You have millions of dollars, buy more,” Namjoon laughs, eyes closing as he settles into the warmth of Hoseok’s generosity. “Will you wake me in twenty, please?”

“Of course, Joon,” Hoseok gently shuts the door, leaving Namjoon to rest in the silence.

Next: Codename Black Panther

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yastaghr · 5 years ago

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Kinktober 2019: Day 23

Pairing: Horrorcest

Characters: Horrortale Papyrus, Horrortale Sans

Warnings: None

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20851682/chapters/55199656

Sugar ducked under the unfortunately low lintel of the door to his apartment. His shiny yellow pleather boots clinked on the stone tile of the entryway. He took off his favorite pink macrame scarf and lacey, fingerless yellow gloves and hung them on the coat rack. He slipped off his boots and set them neatly at the bottom of the rack, revealing cute compression socks with hearts on them in every imaginable color. They left just a few inches of bone visible between where they ended just below the knee and the spot on his thighs where Sugar’s chic white skirt ended. Above the skirt was a pink tank top with gold stitching. The stitching was shaped like a giant butterfly. His whole body was bedecked in jewelry which he removed carefully and set in a dish by the front door.

“BLOOD, BROTHER! I’M HOME!” Sugar called out. Then he listened. The only sound in the entire apartment was a rhythmical tapping. Ta-da-tap. Ta-da-tap. Ta-da-tap. The sound made Sugar sweat with fear.

Sugar ran towards the source of the noise. He found his brother sitting at their kitchen table. He was staring ahead of him blankly while his phalanges tattooed on the table. Sugar could see the tip of the handle of his axe peeking out over the edge of the table. Oh, dear. He wondered what had triggered his brother this time. He looked around the room for anything that might have done so and saw the clock. The little pendulum below the face was swinging in perfect rhythm. Sugar sucked in a breath. Blood must have tried to fix it again, and this time he had gotten it working. He made a mental note to take that clock to the antique shop and buy a new one. Maybe something digital would be better?

Sugar carefully sat himself down in between Blood and the clock. He pulled off his one remaining necklace, the one with his teleport key on it. He never took it off. Then he started it swinging at a gentle pace, hoping to attract Blood's attention and focus.

Once he had it, Sugar said softly, "BLOOD. ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME, BROTHER?"

Blood nodded without saying a word, his hand still going in his nervous tick that worried Sugar to no end

"GOOD. YOU TRUST ME, DON'T YOU BROTHER? WE'VE BEEN LOVERS AND BROTHERS FOR A VERY LONG TIME. YOU WOULD TRUST ME WITH ANYTHING, WOULDN'T YOU?" Sugar asked. He already knew the answer, but he needed to confirm it.

Blood nodded again. A slightly dreamy smile suffused his face. Sugar loved seeing it. Even like this, trapped inside his own head, Blood still loved Sugar with all his heart and it showed.

"GOOD. NOW, I HAVE SOMETHING I WANT YOU TO DO. I KNOW THE CLOCK GOT YOU IN A BAD FRAME OF MIND. WHEN YOU'RE OUT OF MY CONTROL, YOU'RE GOING TO BE FREE OF THAT MINDSET, OKAY? I WANT YOU TO GO BACK TO HOWEVER YOU WERE FEELING BEFORE YOU SAT DOWN. IS THAT CLEAR, BROTHER?"

Another nod followed. Sugar let a huge grin spread across his face.

"THAT'S GOOD. NOW, I'M GOING TO COUNT BACKWARDS FROM TEN. WHEN I REACH ONE YOU WILL WAKE UP COMPLETELY FREE OF MY CONTROL, APART FROM WHAT WE'D HAVE ALREADY DISCUSSED, OKAY? TEN. NINE. EIGHT. SEVEN."

Blood's fingers stopped drumming. That was a good sign.

"SIX. FIVE. FOUR. THREE."

Blood sat up straight. Another hopeful sign.

"TWO. ONE. OKAY, BROTHER. YOU CAN WAKE UP NOW!"

Blood blinked. His one eye light, huge in its socket and generally red, slid around the room lazily. When it landed on Sugar his face lit up. A red blush spread across his cheeks and his eye sockets lidded. He looked flushed and slightly flustered. Sugar knew that expression. The heart shaped pupil was a dead giveaway. It meant that sexy times were ahead.

"hey, sugar. you're home early, ain't ya?" Blood asked.

Sugar waggled his eyebrows. "PERFECT FOR A LITTLE BIT OF FUN, RIGHT, BIG BROTHER?"

Blood smirked. Sugar loved that expression on his face. "i'm always up for fun. you know that, sug. how do you want me to take you? pressed up against the wall? splayed across the table? bouncing in my lap in a chair?"

Sugar giggled and shivered. All three ideas sounded excellent, but…

"CAN YOU FUCK ME ON MY BACK ON THE TABLE? I WANT TO WRAP MY LEGS AROUND YOU AND PULL YOU CLOSE."

Blood grinned. “of course, sug. that sounds perfect. come on over here so i can love ya.”

Sugar got up… then hesitated. He quickly turned around and took the clock off the wall. It went on the floor with its face (and more importantly, its pendulum) to the wall. That way it couldn’t set Blood off again. Things never went well if Blood had more than one episode in the same day.

He then slunk around the sturdy wooden table to the waiting arms of his partner. Sugar fit into them like a hand into a well-worn glove. Blood’s arms cupped him perfectly. The upper one braced his lower back. The other one lifted him from up under his perky little ass and laid him gently on the table with his legs up in the air. Sugar pulled his knees up to his chest. Blood took a moment to admire his compression socks.

“i don’t think i’ve seen this pair before. they really suit ya, sugar. do they hug your legs good?”

Sugar beamed at him. “THEY DO! CAROLYN AT THE HOSPITAL GOT THEM FOR ME. SHE SAID THAT JUST BECAUSE I’M A PROPER NURSE NOW DOESN’T MEAN I HAVE TO DRESS WITHOUT MY FLAIR.”

Blood caressed his summoned calves. They felt so snug in their special socks. “i’m glad. i love to see the way you light up when you get to dress so prettily. it really makes you shine.”

Sugar flushed. He loved it when Blood complimented him like that. He spread his thighs obscenely wide for Blood to stand in the middle of. “THANK YOU, BROTHER. NOW, IF YOU DON’T GET TO MAKING LOVE TO ME RIGHT NOW I THINK I’M GOING TO SCREAM. PLEASE? I WANT TO FEEL YOU INSIDE ME.”

His lover didn’t wait a second. Sugar said a mental goodbye to the cheap, easily-replaceable panties he was wearing as Blood tore them off his pelvis. That laid his magic bare. It had formed into a cute little pussy, very slim and without much puff to the lips. Blood didn’t seem to mind. He yanked down his shorts and buried his thick but medium-length dick inside Sugar, all the way to the hilt, in one smooth motion that didn’t rush the inevitable. They both moaned in unison. Being connected like this felt amazing. Sugar curled his spine just perfectly so that he could capture his brother’s mouth in a heated kiss.

When Blood pulled away there was the gentlest, sweetest expression on his face. He looked like he wanted to wrap Sugar up in the soul strings of his heart and carry him around inside always. He moved slowly. It was just the right pace for Sugar, not too fast and not too slow.

“hah. love you, sugs. you feel so good today. i can’t believe you came home early. i was just thinking of how tight you would feel around me.”

Sugar grinned. So that was why his brother had jumped so eagerly into making love to him.

“I JUST COULDN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU! YOU LIGHT UP MY WHOLE WORLD SO WELL. AH. BLOOD!” Sugar cried out when his brother hit that perfect spot inside of him. “BLOOD!”

His brother growled and set to hitting that spot again and again and again. Sugar could have sworn that he grew bigger inside of him, although he knew Blood only reserved that for his heats. It was just that Sugar was tightening down on him, wanting him to stay inside, wanting him to keep hitting that spot.

“i got you, sugs. go ahead and cum for me, yeah? i’m right behind you.”

Sugar felt that coil building inside of him. Like it always did, his whole body started tensing up as it grew closer to unwinding. He let it. He’d found that it would take longer if he tried to stay relaxed, and he didn’t want to keep Blood waiting. Soon one of Blood’s thrusts tipped him over the edge. His whole body jerked under the force of his orgasm, little jerks that were more like muscle spasms than crunches. He was so lost in the sensation of it that he didn’t even notice Blood’s pace stutter until the unexpected warm splash of cum on his insides had Sugar gasping.

“heh. love you, sugs,” Blood said once his body had finished cumming inside of him.

Sugar reached up and pulled him into a soft kiss. “I LOVE YOU, TOO, BROTHER. LETS GO GET THE WATER STARTED FOR A NICE WARM BATH. WE CAN CUDDLE ON THE BED WHILE WE WAIT.”

Blood chuckled and pulled out of Sugar. “okay. i’ll go get it started. you make your way into the bedroom, okay? oh, and sugs?”

Sugar perked up at him. “YES, BROTHER?”

Blood grinned, his singular eye light lighting up and filling his whole eye socket with red. “kill that bloody clock until there’s nothing left.”

#horrorcest #horrortale #horrortale sans #horrortale papyrus #fontcest #undertale kinktober #kinktober 2019 #kinktober #yastaghr

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antihero-writings · 5 years ago

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The Things He Left Unsaid--Pandora Hearts Fic for Phmonth Tragedy Trio Week, Day 4: Breath (full fic!)

Title: The Things He Left Unsaid

Synopsis: But he kept it all inside his head/ What he saw he left unsaid/ And though he wanted to/ He couldn't talk to you/ He couldn't find the way/ But he would always say/ If I could tell her/ Tell her everything I see/ If I could tell her/ How she's everything to me/ But we're a million worlds apart/ And I don't know how I would even start. Oswald has never been much for words, but he does care about Lacie…Does he ever tell his sister how much he loves her?

Notes: This was written for @Phmonth19 Tragedy Trio Week, Prompt 4: Breath, as well as the song "If I Could Tell Her" from Dear Evan Hansen. And I hope you guys enjoy it too!! Let me know what you think!! This one goes out to @song-of-amethyst/Maisunadokei1856, who loves Oswald and the Tragedy Trio in general, and deserves more great fics for them, as well as for helping me come up with ideas for this fic, and to @gemini-in-tauro who loves Dear Evan Hansen and Pandora Hearts!! Please go check out their fics!!

Fic:

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“Oh, just that he thinks you’re…wonderful.”

Lacie’s eyes lidded. “This is still my brother we’re talking about?”

Jack laughed a little. “Definitely.”

“Remind me again, how long have you known him?”

“Fine, don’t believe me.” He hugged his knees, “But I’m pretty good at reading people. He’s just…not so much with the words,” he said in a deep voice, imitating the one they were talking about. “But I can tell he really cares about you.”

Lacie looked at the ground, those red eyes flickering. “How can you tell?”

“Well…” Jack looked up into the sky, thinking. “Your smile.” He turned to her, as if appraising that smile…which was not currently present on her face.

“What about my smile?”

“It’s sort of…” he traced patterns in the ground, “subtle, and perfect, and real.”

She scoffed. “What does this have to do with my brother?”

“See, I’ve only been around that smile for a little while, but your brother, well …he’s been around it his whole life. I have trouble believing anyone could be around that smile so long and not fall in love with it.”

“Riight…”

“Let’s see…whenever you get bored you escape your tower to watch the stars, dragging innocent boys into your schemes,” they both smirked, “and make up lyrics to his songs…What’s not to love about that?”

That coerced a smile onto her face. He noticed it, and sat up, continuing.

“He told me about your cooking for him. Like that time you made him a birthday cake.”

“So what?”

“He said it…” he swallowed like he didn’t want to say anything negative about her, “tasted horrible.”

“And?”

“He still ate it, didn’t he?”

She turned to the stream, considering it. “What else? What else did ‘my brother’ notice about me?”

“Well… if nothing else, there’s one I know he notices:” He pushed his hair back behind his ear as a breeze brushed by. “the way you sing and dance. You know, without reserve…like the rest of the world isn’t there.”

“Are you sure these aren’t all things a certain Vessalius boy thinks about me?”

His face split into a grin. “Quite the mystery isn’t it?”

She shoved his shoulder, knocking him, laughing, down into the grass.

“Alright so maybe I can’t know all that.” He sat back up. “But he does love you. I just…don’t think he knows how to tell you.” He paused. “You two are worlds apart, really. He, never straying from the rules. You, the unchanging free spirit.” he looked at her, then at the ground, like he wasn’t supposed to speak the words aloud. “But he does love you.”

She watched an ant crawling in the grass.

“Or maybe he notices when you two are talking about him behind his back!” they started as the object of their discussion spoke.

“O-Oswald!” Jack stood up, brushing himself off. “W-we were just talking about…”

His eyes lidded at him, then he turned to Lacie, who smiled sweetly, finishing Jack’s attempt at a lie with a too-overt truth.

“How much you looove me.”

He rolled his eyes.

*****

To say sleep eluded him wouldn’t have done the scene justice. Instead of resting quietly on his eyelids, sleep pummeled Oswald, tossed and turned him over like dough, sent him to the ground beside his bed, until finally the restlessness of his mind spilled out as tears on his face.

“Nii-sama?”

The little boy hugged his knees, hiding his face.

Lacie’s tiny feet pattered over to him. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

“Sure you are.”

He hugged his knees tighter.

“It’s nothing. It’s stupid anyways,” he muttered.

She sat down next to him, pulling a blanket from his upturned bed around both their shoulders.

“You’re right, it probably is.”

He glared at her, revealing his tear-stained cheeks.

“But it’s keeping you up…so it can’t be completely stupid.”

He turned his head to the side, looking away, wiping his nose.

“It’s the ceremony tomorrow, isn’t it?” She cocked her head further to the side, trying to make him see her.

He didn’t reply.

“What are you scared of? …Is it the creepy door? It’s really not that scary once you go in!”

“No…And Master told you not to go in there without permission.”

“You don’t want to have a big ugly bird inside you?” she continued as if she hasn’t heard him.

“No it’s not that…It’s just…”

“You don’t want to drink its blood?”

“No…Ugh…That’s not…”

Lacie cocked her head to the side, at last listening patiently.

At her patience, Oswald turned towards her. “Master Glen keeps talking about how I’m gonna be his next bodily vessel, and I’m honored but…what does that mean?”

She blinked, as if to say What do you mean ‘what does that mean’?

“Well…When he starts putting these ‘Chains’ inside me…when I become Glen…Am I…Am I…Am I gonna stop being… me?” he squeaked, like saying the words allowed made them scarier.

Lacie paused a moment, putting a finger to her chin as if contemplating it, then simply said, “You think too much, Nii-sama.”

He folded his arms and looked away.

“I can’t pretend I understand half of what Glen talks about—”

“Master Glen.”

“—so I don’t really have an answer but…what’s the use worrying about it?”

He slowly turned towards her.

“If you don’t want to be his next ‘bodily vessel’—whatever that means—then why don’t you say something? Do something? Try to change it?”

“No…I-I…do…I mean, at least, I know I should…it’s just…”

“Then why spend time making yourself miserable thinking about what could go wrong? If and when that happens, you’ll be older, right? You’ll understand. You don’t need to keep yourself up thinking about it now.”

“But—”

She put her finger on his lips, then took his face and turned it towards her to tell him she wasn’t finished. “And you’ll always have me. Even if you become some creep, or monster, I’ll still be me. And I’ll be there to punch you if you do.”

A smile crept up onto his face. He rubbed his nose.

That was the first time he felt like he could breathe the whole night.

“You promise?”

She smiled, holding up a fist. “Oh, believe me, I will.”

That smile. More irrefutable than any argument. Like she refused to let the sadness reach her. Just that smile was enough. Enough to push the darkness away, if only for a moment.

She pulled him into a hug, and they rested their heads on each other’s shoulders.

He wanted to tell her. To tell her how much that smile meant to him. How grateful he was that she had cheered him up. How grateful he was to have her. How much it meant to hear that she wasn’t going anywhere, and she’d make sure he wasn’t going anywhere either. How much hope she gave him.

He took a deep breath.

He wanted to use it to say ‘I love you, Lacie.’

Instead he let it out.

*****

Lacie had always been atrocious in the kitchen.

Not just that she didn’t know how to cook, bake, or otherwise hold a whisk. She decimated the space. Even the simplest of recipes would end with the counters covered in sauce, batter, frosting, or other undisclosed semi-liquids; the bowls stacked around the room like she’d been trying to create a tower with them; spoons, spatulas, knives, and other utensils strewn about like they’d gotten lost on the way to the drawers. And that was nothing to say of the chef herself; her advancements in the field left her face and dress covered in ingredients. The servants always played rock-paper-scissors over who would have to clean her dresses after these endeavors (aprons, apparently, were too restricting… and her dress would get covered somehow, even if she wore them).

But it was Oswald’s birthday.

And she would be damned if she wasn’t going to bake him a cake.

The moment they learned of her plot, the servants, and any other people who didn’t want to end up in the splash zone, sectioned off the area as if it were a crime scene.

There was one, however, who didn’t mind insane situations, in fact quite enjoyed running straight into the daydreams of deranged little girls, and never missed a date with madness.

A few of the servants raised a finger as he walked by, as if to warn him, but thought better of it.

Glen opened the door, ducking as a spatula landed centimeters from his head, without a change in expression.

“This stupid batter won’t listen to me!” the little girl slammed her fists on the counter as another spoon clattered to the ground.

He chuckled. “Well, what exactly have you be telling it? Maybe if you stopped insulting it and actually had a decent conversation it’d be more prone to listen to you.”

She scowled at him.

He strolled over to her, throwing a “Let’s see what kind of mess we’re dealing with here,” over his shoulder as he observed the mangled batter. He dipped his finger in and tasted the concoction from which getting salmonella was the least of his worries. “Have you tried adding sugar? It always helps spruce things up.”

“Hmm,” Lacie grunted, pattering over to the opposite counter, stretching for the sugar container against the back wall. She glared at him when reached over and grabbed it with ease, dropping it in her hands, as if she wanted to do this all on her own.

“Now what?”

“Well, I’d suggest you add it in and mix it, but that’s just me.”

She proceeded to add it in in handfuls without measuring.

“This might help,” he slid a measuring cup over to her.

She used it…just not in the intended way; she didn’t pay attention to all those pesky little lines.

“Can we add chocolate?” she asked when she had sufficiently smothered the batter in sugar.

“Sure, add whatever you want,” he sang, grinning as she found the cocoa powder and, once again, paid no regard for rules or recipes.

They proceeded to spend at least another hour like this, with Glen giving her vague instruction, Lacie pouting as she followed it with her own flair.

In the end two chocolate covered gremlins stared down at their droopy, half-frosted baby and grinned…for very different reasons.

Glen went to retrieve Oswald, and once they finished dinner, they sang to him, presenting the monstrosity (which, if it was remotely edible, was only due to Glen’s suggestions).

Oswald stared at the slowly wilting gift like it was an insurmountable mountain he’d just been asked to climb.

He had some experience with Lacie’s kitchen adventures. One time she tried to feed him something she called “The Lacie special” but he was sure was a frog she accidently set fire to (…needless to say he did not finish). Another time she’d actually tried to make him a decent meal, and forced himself to eat enough of it that he spent the night puking it up. And now, apparently, he was supposed to eat this…thing in front of him.

Glen cut him a too-large piece and slid it over to him with a grin, and the air of an executioner serving a criminal his doom.

Oswald swallowed, digging his fork in with determination, then brought it to his mouth, preparing himself for the assault that was about to happen.

It wasn’t…good. Too sweet and too bitter at the same time, and the texture all wrong.

But it also wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

“What do you think, Nii-sama?”

He wanted to tell her the truth.

“Mmm hmm” he grunted, trying to sound satisfied.

She beamed proudly. “Good!” she pushed the plate closer to him. “There’s plenty more where that came from!”

Oswald looked to Glen for mercy, only to find he was trying to stifle his laughter.

He continued to shovel bites into his mouth, hoping this wouldn’t be the end of him.

He wanted to make up some excuse, wanted someone to rescue him.

But that would erase the smile from her face.

He wanted to tell her, regardless of how it actually tasted, how happy it made him that she would do this for him. He wanted to tell her how much it meant to him that she spent the day making this for him. He wanted to tell her that every birthday is happy as long as she’s in it.

He swallowed, taking a deep breath.

He wanted to say ‘I love you’.

Instead he kept eating the cake.

*****

When Oswald arrived at the top of the tower, his sister was nowhere to be found.

This wasn’t exactly a rarity. Lacie wasn’t the kind of person who liked to sit in towers quietly, talking to the birds and dreaming of a world out there. She went out and grabbed everything off the world’s shelves herself.

He picked up a few stray socks and ribbons—(he always found himself cleaning up her messes)—and stepped up to the window to close the curtains for evening.

…There she was, sprawled out on the grass outside.

He banged his head against the windowframe.

He knew well she was plagued by countless whims and impulses, and unburdened by a sense of discipline over them…still, why she would be out at this hour exactly was beyond him.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” He asked when her impulses had dragged him outside too.

“Shouldn’t you be?” she smirked.

He looked away, folding his arms, daring not to say you’re the reason I’m out here.

She patted the grass next to her as if she’s saved him a seat at the opera.

He rolled his eyes, but sat down all the same.

“What exactly are we doing out here?”

“What does it look like? Stargazing.”

His folded his arms, incensed there was a reasonable explanation for all this.

“What rhymes with ‘purple’?” she asked after a moment.

He raised an eyebrow at her.

“The color.”

“I know what you meant… I’m just having a difficult time connecting stargazing to rhymes with purple.”

“They’re not connected, dummy.”

She pushed him down into the grass, making sure he didn’t miss her favorite show.

“I’m making up lyrics to one of your songs.”

“Oh.” His eyes widened at both her actions and her responses, then he paused, staring up into the pockmarked sky, admiring the view, thinking. “…I don’t think there are any rhymes for purple.”

“There must be…” she rested her head on his chest, staring up at the stars herself, “Maybe they just haven’t been invented.” She traced patterns on the back of his hand.

“You’d like to invent a word for one of my songs?”

“Maybe. Why? Are you against ‘shmurple’ being a word in one of your songs?”

“I’m not for it.”

She laughed. “Fine, I’ll pick a boring, real word.”

He carded his free hand through her hair, trying not to smile.

This was… nice.

He wanted to tell her off for escaping her tower, especially at this hour, but she had a way of pulling people into her antics, even her law-abiding brother at times.

Now, laying out in the grass, golden lights keeping watch over them, their breath carried away by the breeze…he thought he might like to stay.

He wanted to tell her that. How grateful he was for moments like this. That he wished this star-struck moment could last forever. Just him and his little sister hiding away from the rest of the world. Just Oswald and Lacie, no ill omens, no Baskervilles, no trials nor Juries, nor cursed titles and the responsibilities that came with them.

He took a deep breath.

He wanted to use it to say ‘I love you.’

Instead he let the stars have their moment.

*****

Another area in which Lacie had little to no expertise was, ironically, needlework. Plenty of girls in this day and age were prone to sitting on the couch quietly and embroidering, crocheting, sewing up a dress, knitting scarves, and other various projects that required needle and thread.

As established, Lacie, first of all, was not the type of girl who sat quietly on couches in general. She’d always been a rather squirmy child, preferring to go outside and play tag to sitting inside and reading, so the activity didn’t fit her personality in the first place.

Second of all the details had always frustrated her—too fiddly to keep her attention. All those tiny stitches, every one needed to be perfect, or it would throw off the balance of the whole ensemble…She liked when things were imperfect.

But she had to maintain appearances, and when she ripped her dress on one of her many adventures, it was her job to sew it back up again without anyone knowing.

‘Without anyone knowing’ being the key issue here.

“What’s that?” Oswald asked at one of the many parties hosted by the Baskervilles.

“Don’t be rude, Nii-sama! Just because you don’t think she’s pretty doesn’t mean she’s a thing!”

He tugged at the helter-skelter sewing job on her dress.

“Hey! What business do you have grabbing a lady’s dress!” she whisper-shouted—(though a few people still heard, and stared their direction, inching away)—in mock outrage.

He glanced out at the people, then returned to the object of discord, running his fingers along the haphazard stitching. “What happened?”

“If you must know…” she explained, knowing he had every idea what actually happened, “I was sitting in my tower, like a good girl, and suddenly this bird flew in and ripped it.”

Oswald’s eyes lidded.

“Terrible isn’t it?”

He grabbed her arm, pulling her through the crowd.

“First grabbing my dress, then my arm?! My, sir! You’re very forward.”

He rolled his eyes, bringing her to one of the servant’s rooms.

“Take that off.”

“Excuse me?!” she folded her arms over her chest.

“You can’t go walking around at a party in a ripped dress.” He rummaged in one of the drawers, picking out a needle and the correct color of thread. “It reflects poorly on Baskerville name.”

She puffed out her cheeks, like she didn’t really care about said name. “Fine.”

She slipped off her dress with barely a regard for modesty, revealing the petticoat underneath, dropping it unceremoniously into his outstretched hand.

He set it down on the desk, threading the needle and finding the blemish.

Always a source of embarrassment, his personality, on the other hand, always calm and calculated, following the rules and hating messes and imperfection, lent itself quite well to the delicate art of needlework.

Lacie stepped up to the window—(…where anyone could see her…)—observing the courtyard and any guests meandering through it.

As Oswald took a closer look at her inexpert attempt, he realized that she hadn’t simply poorly executed the patch…she had actually tried to create a little design. It looked to be a crude outline of a rabbit. He tried not to smile upon seeing it, proceeding to undo her efforts and begin his own.

Lacie wandered about the room, picking up objects, putting them down, making jokes about the paintings, before standing quietly and watching over his shoulder. He easily dragged the needle through the fabric, and there was a mesmerizing quality to the ease with which he could accomplish perfectly what was an impossible undertaking for her.

“My, Nii-sama,” she rested her arms on his head, “if I didn’t know better I’d think you were an old lady.”

He paused, eyes flickering to her resentfully, before resuming.

Once he finished, he held up the freshly repaired dress to examine it.

“Try to be more careful next time, alright?” he advised as he held it out for her, staring intently at her, “We wouldn’t want anymore birds swooping in and ripping it again, now would we?”

“Anything for you, Nii-sama!” she smiled too-sweetly and kissed his cheek, throwing it back on and rushing back into the soiree.

He stared after her.

Always so reckless, so quick to follow her desires—and not instruction—without regard for the consequences. Whether it be rushing off on some self-appointed quest, back into the party, making improper jokes, or creating a little design instead of just fixing what she’d broken. Barely a warning, a ‘please,’ or ‘thank you’ along the way.

Still, he reasoned as he put the supplies away, even though it annoyed him at times, he admired her.

He never did anything without calculating the risks first, and always followed directions, sometimes too closely. He did things by the book, without flourishes. To speak of birds…he was the bird that stayed in the cage like he was supposed to. She was the one who picked the lock and broke out into the sky, and drew pictures in the clouds with her wings. …Sometimes he wished he had the guts to fly with her.

He wanted to tell her how he appreciated her at least attempting to fix what she’d broken…he wanted to tell her how cute the little bunny she made was.

Instead of reprimanding her…sometimes he wanted to say ‘Thank you. Thank you for the adventures, and the jokes, and the whimsy, and the messes. I don’t get enough of that.’

He didn’t really want to tell her not to go on adventures…he wanted to tell her to take him with her next time.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t do that. Couldn’t allow it. Couldn’t tell her.

He could, at least, tell her he loved her.

But when he returned to her side, he merely listened to her conversations--(now a perfect representation of a Baskerville lady...at least in appearance. She may or may not have proceeded to speak with the guests about numerous risqué things...)

*****

Oswald’s fingers darted from note to note on the piano like a bird, carried free by the notes, the melody coming from his soul rather than his body.

He wasn’t the only bird here; with every flourish of the keys came another twirl from the woman beside him, lyrics spilling from her soul too, as if she wasn’t tied to the ground.

His eyes flicked from the keys, to the music, to her.

This was…beautiful. The song. Her lyrics. Her dance. This moment.

She was beautiful like this.

He never understood how she could dance and sing so freely, like it was just her and the music. If he ever tried to dance he tripped into something (more than likely another dancer), or else didn’t look very elegant. Whenever he sang he cared too much who heard him, who was watching, and if it sounded good, to get any true assessment of his abilities. Besides, he didn’t have the mind for lyrics. Words got all tangled up in his brain. Notes were simple, planned, and didn’t have all these meanings that could ram into each other, tie themselves up in knots, and get lost in translation. With notes he just had to put one after the other.

Yet from the first step she took, her whole life was a dance. So when she truly danced, it was something that transcended her own life; she was in another world, completely unaware of those around her, or even her own body…she was the song now.

The music closed off with an enchanting crescendo, the notes growing faster, her voice raising higher, until the song ended, and suddenly there was silence.

Slowly his fingers came to rest above the keys.

She walked up to him, smiling and panting for breath, leaning on the piano.

“That was wonderful Nii-sama, wasn’t it?”

He wanted to say Yes. Yes, it was wonderful, I loved your lyrics—(could do without the ‘shmurple’)—and your dance. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked when she’s dancing, how wonderful her voice was, and how much he liked the lyrics she gave his song.

He wanted to ask her how she could dance like that, like the rest of the world wasn’t there, and she was alone in the room with the song. Like she was the song. He wanted to ask her what she saw, heard, felt in the music that he didn’t, how, why she looked so free when she was dancing. What the beautiful messes and imperfections were beneath the calculations.

He wanted to say you were wonderful.

“How do you…do that?” he asked at least.

“Do what?”

“…Dance like that.”

“What’s that saying?” she put a finger to her chin, “‘Eat, drink, be merry, for tomorrow we die’?”

His eyes widened.

Instead of noticing his shock, she smiled, continuing. “Something like that.”

His gaze, dropped, along with the bottom out of his stomach.

And his thoughts changed direction. Now he wanted to say he was sorry, that she shouldn’t have to die. He wanted to bang on Glen’s door and demand that she live, that he not have to kill her—Lacie, his little sister, who he loved. He should be the one to protect her from all things that dared hurt her. He wanted to say that that’s no good reason to dance so beautifully, that she should dance for tomorrow, not just today.

“I’m starving!” She took his hand and pulled him up. “Let’s get something to eat! Maybe some meat?”

He liked her alive. He liked the songs, and the dances, and their meals, and conversations, and adventures. All that would end when she died. He wanted to tell her just how much he wanted her to stay alive.

And that night, when sleep bullied him like it did all those years ago, he wanted to run to her room, to weep on her shoulder and say how much he was dreading the ceremony, how much he wished she didn’t have to die, how he didn’t want to kill her, that he was going to fight it after all. He wanted to beg her to take him off on one of her adventures, so they both stay alive…stay the Oswald and Lacie they were all those years ago, beneath the stars.

He wanted to say ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you so much.’ ‘Don’t leave me here alone.’ ‘Punch me in the face, I’ve become a monster, just don’t sit quietly and let it happen.’

‘I love you, Lacie.’

But he stayed in bed.

*****

It was a lovely ceremony. Everyone thought so. Everything went flawlessly, each cue followed without a single hiccup.

The Baskervilles bowed profusely to him, and spoke of how honored they were to have such a decisive and devoted leader. Levi—(Levi now, not Master Glen anymore)—had commended him for an impeccable performance—

(it wasn’t a performance was it? They all treated like it was some glorious show, but this was real. This was…this was blood and death and—)

There had been no tears when she died. This was not sad. This was not loss. This was justice. This was virtuous, and noble, and proper, and right. Everyone had told him so since they were children. That’s all her death was, a period at the end of a sentence. The signing of a contract.

(A contract selling his soul.)

And he almost believed them. From the very beginning this whole becoming Glen thing was a great honor, a golden opportunity, and the margin for error, for what if they’re, what if this is, wrong? was a small black spot in the corner on an otherwise spotless painting. He couldn’t, wouldn’t, didn’t dare let that spot consume this immaculate image, made by people who knew better than him.

Everything perfect. In its place. No hiccups. No spots. No broken rules, or uncalculated errors.

No messes.

That’s all she was to them. A mess Glen made, that he needed to clean up.

Glen slipped into his quarters after the dinner, after shaking hands with all the friends and strangers who had come to watch, congratulating him for earning such a privilege as the name ‘Glen.’

Glen did not retire early, did not tell them it wasn’t the honor they thought it was, did not show anything was amiss. For nothing was.

That day he was some sort of machine, an automaton sent and meant to follow others’ bidding, and he did so without a slip. He was built to be the master of the Baskervilles, and carry on their name properly, programmed to eradicate every distortion against this design, especially those anomalies created by him. If he made a single mistake, it meant something was wrong with his code, with the calculations he was made of. Glen held himself high, and breathed easy, guiltless and free.

However, when he arrived in his bedroom he did not hang his cloak up neatly in the wardrobe. He did not pour himself a nightcap and slip into his nightclothes, before sliding into bed and sleeping soundly, knowing he’d received a great reward, and done his job well, as he was programmed to.

Nothing was wrong. Nothing was wrong with what he’d done. Nothing was wrong with him.

Glen was, as he should be, the picture of the Baskervilles. Glen had done everything right, and was marked with a name that said he would continue to do so…if not, the chains holding the world together might just fall apart.

Oswald hadn’t taken a single breath that day.

Try as he might to deny it, there was still something human left in Oswald.

When he clicked the door shut behind him, he stayed there a moment. He pulled off his red cloak, jacket, and cravat slowly, and threw them it onto a chair with a certain violence, tossing off his socks and not caring where they landed, before leaning his head back against the grain of the door.

Now, now that he was alone, out of the reach of those who programmed him, allowed to be flesh and blood, allowed to breathe again… every breath he should have been taking that day slammed into his lungs at once, tumbling one after another, punching, dragging their nails along the back of his throat as they climbed onto his tongue, then fell from his lips like blood.

He was not metal and mandates. Not here. Here he was…so very alive.

Oswald was becoming painfully aware of just how alive he was.

How many breaths had he taken in the last minute? Five? Twenty? Fifty? A hundred? A thousand? Stolen from the atmosphere. Stolen from…

Had he had this many breaths before? Had his life been composed of this much air? Every second, every minute, every hour. Every day, every week, every year. A chain of breaths, each one a reminder he was still alive, he was still him.

All he needed was one. All he would have ever needed to use was one.

One to speak her name.

One to tell her. To tell her how much she meant to him.

One breath

“You sin is…”

Two breaths.

“That you were born with these eyes of ill omen…”

Three.

“…and that you are a threat to the peace of the Abyss.”

Inhale

Your sin is…

Exhale.

Your very existence.

He put his face in his hand, his hair leaking between the cracks in his fingers.

All he needed was one.

But he could have used more. He could have taken five to say a sentence. Thirty to say a paragraph. He could have taken a couple hundred to make a speech or two. He had enough to spare. He could steal that many before getting caught.

Instead, they tuned his tongue into a weapon…and he let them.

All he needed was one. One to tell her.

To tell this girl that her smile was, at times, the only thing that kept him going. To tell this girl how much he appreciated how she spent her time baking for him, and sewing bunnies into her dresses. How much he loved those moments when he sat with this girl and watched the stars. How much he loved the lyrics she gave to his songs. How much he loved watching her run from her cage, and fate, and dance like she’d die tomorrow.

To tell this girl that her very existence was much more than a gift, rather at times the only thing that kept him alive, kept him sane, kept him him.

All he needed was one breath.

And he used his breath to tell her that her existence was a crime. To follow his program, the script set for him. Instead he chained this girl, wild and free, to the ground, and the ceiling. He used his breath to her to steal hers away.

In all those years he could have paid a single breath to make his thoughts reach her.

Right now he’d pay all of them.

He slid down the door till he was sitting on the ground.

“Say something. Do Something.”

He could have fought this. Long ago. He could have done something. Back then he could have said he didn’t want to be Glen after all. He could have run from the house with her and never come back. He could have run away all those years ago.

He could have run away yesterday.

Today he could have done something. He could have not stood before that door, and drank that blood. He could have said “I won’t be Glen. I’d rather she lived.” He could have stood up, the Jabberwocky’s blood in his veins, and said “No, no I won’t do it. I won’t kill her. I’m Glen now, and now I say she lives.”

And even if he had kicked and screamed, and lost all the same… he could have told her. Told her how much he cared. He would have at least had that.

It seemed so simple.

Thank you.

Thank you for your smile. You never knew how wonderful it could make someone feel.

Thank you for the cake. I hated the taste, but I loved the look on your face.

Thank you for the starlit evenings, and the lyrics I couldn’t come up with.

Thank you for the whimsy, and the adventures, and the messes.

Thank you for the music, and dances.

Thank you for…existing.

It wasn’t that hard to say.

So why had the words died every time they rose to the surface? Why had he let those breaths out instead of taming them into words?

“I love you.”

Three little words. One breath. Half a breath. Why had they seemed so big and unconquerable, and hard to get out all those years?

And he realized, that breath catching in his throat, that today, here, now, now that she was in the Abyss, now that she was gone, now that he’d never be able to say those things to her—

He had said the words aloud.

All those years, thinking and waiting and wondering, them simmering beneath the surface, never able to reach the air.

Now he had spoken them without even taking a second to consider them, the breath, the words, falling from his lips without him knowing, calculating, or thinking.

And once they spilled out, they started to simmer and burn on his tongue, they started to bubble, like all those breaths hitting him at once; all those years of silence, crying out;

“I love you.” He whispered into his fingers, like the words were the discordant notes to a broken music box, “I love you. I love you. I love you…Lacie…”

And with her name, the name of the girl with red eyes and an untamable heart, he felt something burn in his own eyes.

This wasn’t just some girl. This was Lacie. The one who sat with her brother and comforted him when he was sad, who joked with her brother, and dragged him outside, and made a beautiful mess of things. Not a child of ill omen. Not a distortion to be eradicated. Not a mess herself. This was his sister, who he loved.

It always felt like they were in different dimensions, but now they really were worlds apart, divided by time and space and—

This was his sister. Who didn’t deserve to die.

Glen was an impeccable leader. Glen didn’t hesitate to kill that which posed a threat. Glen wasn’t sad. Glen did what needed to be done, and it didn’t matter who she was.

But Oswald felt the drops against his skin, his hands unable to dam up the stream, the image of his sister hanging from the ceiling, and his own voice putting her there burning in his memory.

All Oswald wanted was to hear his sister’s feet patter up to him. All he wanted was to see his sister smile again. All he wanted was to eat his sister’s horrible cakes again. All he wanted was to sit and watch the stars with his sister, and come up with rhymes for words that have none. All he wanted was to clean up his sister’s messy room, and fix her ripped dresses. All he wanted was to be able to tell his sister off for running off on some adventure. All he wanted was to hear his sister sing, watch her dance, again. All he wanted was to feel his sister’s hands on his head, and her breathe into his hair sweet words about how she loved the world that hated her.

How she loved the brother that killed her.

He tried to let out this breath, but it would only come out in pieces, letters, words, now, always the same ones, the words, unsaid, that would forever haunt his lips;

“I love you, Lacie.”

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