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stvolanis · 1 year ago

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All Dolled Up

PT. 2

PT. 1

PT. 3????

PAIRINGS: Dads best friend! Perv! Elvis Presley x innocent OC

WARNINGS: age gap (OC is 18 and Elvis is in his early 40s), SHES A CRYBABY, inaccurate time line probably, Oc is innocent, foul language, she lowkey intrudes on her brother doin the nasty, her brothers mean

NSFW WARNINGS: Elvis is a soft dom, Elvis is still a perv, corruption kink, OC humps her stuffed animal and E.P watches, Elvis teachs her how to give oral, fingering, hair pulling, praising, needy Elvis

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The following morning was cold, and Kim had a blanket wrapped tightly around her small frame as she awoke. As she got up to get dressed, she glanced over at the dirty pile of clothes she had wore yesterday. She had set them at the edge of her bed to remind herself to wash them the next day, but she noticed something peculiar.

Her favorite panties were missing.

With a huff, she threw on a tight black long sleeved shirt paired with some comfortable jeans. Then, her search for her missing panties began. Kim dug through her dirty hamper in her closet, she looked under her bed, she even looked through her draws to see if maybe she might’ve accidentally put them there in her haze of sleep. But she was left with no leads.

She pondered what could’ve happen to them for a moment, but was soon snapped out of her thoughts at the knocking on her door. “Yes?” Kim said as she was met with deep brown eyes and chiseled features. “Ya father wants you to make breakfast.” Elvis replied in his deep, manly voice.

Kim gulped as she felt the same familiar butterflies begin to swarm in her stomach again. she shouldn’t be feeling this way, she never has before, so why now? Is this the way Robert feels when he sees Mary Lou, his crush, at school? Is that what Elvis is? A silly, school girl crush that’ll pass when he leaves? Kim didn’t know what it was, but she knew she thrived in the feelings he brought upon her with just a glance or a mention of her.

“Alright, I’ll be there in a minute.” Kim replied softly as she stared down at nothing, to fearful to meet Elvis’ eyes. Elvis felt himself having the same problem—how could he look her in her soft doe eyes after cumming in her cotton panties previously the night before? How could he without feeling any ounce of shame?

As Elvis sat down on the couch, he couldn’t help the way he thought about her again. Her long silky hair was down, and now he could see that it was down to her lower back. As Elvis watched her make her way around the kitchen, he took in the way her hips swayed with every movements. He watched as she’d mutter things to herself he could only make out as measurements for the pancake batter. But he knew he was done for when be watched her bend over to open up the oven to slide some homemade biscuits in.

She was so perfect, ideally, every honest man’s dream woman. She was smart, kind, hardworking and beautiful beyond belief. It struck Elvis in awe how she couldn’t realize the effects she had on him, and probably any other boy or man she’s come across. She was so innocently tempting, the older man wanted nothing more than to teach her everything she didn’t know. Everything she shouldn’t know. He wanted to see her face flushed and needy for him, but it was wrong.

It was so wrong of him to think of bending her over the kitchen counter to have his way with her while she was making pancakes to feed him and her family.

his thoughts were down so deep he didn’t even notice that Mike, Kim’s father had seated himself next to him. “Ya alright there, Elvis?” Mike chuckled out. Elvis flinched out of his dazed state before playing it off with a smile. “Yup, just thinkin’ ‘bout how good this foods gon’ be.” He replied as his mouth watered, but for an entirely different reason.

“My Kimberly makes the best food, I’ll tell ya that.” Mine stated proudly with a smile as he glanced fondly to his daughter. Kim walked over and set down a plate in front of both men, and another on the other side of the table where her brother would sit. Kim giggled. “Oh hush, no I don’t.” She replied bashfully.

On the plate laid scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes and an assortment of fresh fruits from Kim’s personal garden. “I grow my own fruit, Mr. Presley. Tell me if ya like it.” Kim said shyly with a smile. Elvis had to cover his growing boner with his arm. “Just Elvis is Fine, honey, and I’ll make sure I will.” He replied with a charming smile.

“T-the biscuits are almost done.” Kim said before rushing away from the peering man. She could feel his heated gaze on her body the whole time she was cooking, and it made her new white panties dampen with wetness she couldn’t quite decipher.

She could feel his lingering stare as she took the fresh biscuits out of the oven, and she could still feel it when she was rubbing some butter onto them. He took in every little thing about her, as if he’d forget if he looked away for even a moment. Like she’d disappear, never to be seen again. Elvis felt like a creep, but he couldn’t help himself when he was around her.

“Here y’all go.” Kim said sweetly with a smile as she set down a plate of biscuits at the center of the table. “Thank you.” Both men said as they began to dig into the food in front of them. “I’m gonna go get Marcus.” Kim said.

As she rounded the corridor and made her way to Marcus’ room, she lightly knocked. The door quickly swung open revealing a red in the face Marcus. “Oh my— are you alright?” Kim asked as she took in his state. “‘M alright, just out of shape, is all.” He replied with a huff.

Kim looked over his shoulder with a quirked brow. “Who’s that?” She asked as she took notice of another body laying in his bed. “Yknow how father feels about people comin ‘round here, Marcus.” Kim said with furrowed brows. “Listen, don’t say nothin’ to him, ya hear?” He said sternly.

Kim rolled her eyes. “I won’t, what we’re y’all doin’ anyhow?” She asked curiously. Marcus felt himself begin to grow uncomfortable under his sisters curious gaze. He wasn’t gonna be the one to burst her bubble. “We were just talkin’” he said. “What did ya need, Kimberly?” He rushed out.

“Oh! Yeah, I made breakfast if you’d like some.” She replied with a smile. “I can save a plate for your friend too, if ya want?” At that, Marcus sucked in a breath of air. “Yknow that’s nice n’ all, Kim, but my friend won’t be stayin long.” He replied with a tight lipped smile. Kim felt a frown creeping onto her features.

“Alright, well, your plates on the table whenever you’re ready.” She said before her older brother slammed the door rudely on her face. Kim furrowed her brows and stormed off with a huff back towards where her father and Elvis sat eating at the table.

Elvis was in the middle of biting into a biscuit as he watched round the corner with a sour expression. “What’s wrong?” He asked with a quirked brow. Kimberly huffed as she washed the dishes. “Nothin’, Mr.Presley—I mean, Elvis” She replied as she scrubbed the dishes harder.

She knew she was being invasive towards her brother, but she didn’t mean any harm by it. She was just curious, there was no need for him to be so rude and blunt about it. He could have told her nicely to leave him alone instead of slamming the door on her face like that.

“Don’t be rude, Kimberly.” Her father scolded as he sent his daughter a look that said ‘don’t embarrass me’. Kim sighed and quickly spun around, but Elvis was at her defense in the nick of time. “‘S alright, Mike.” He reassured with a small smile.

“Well I need to head out, work n’ all. Marcus will come with me. You alright stayin here, Elvis?” Kim’s father asked. Elvis felt his heart leap at the thought of being alone with Kimberly. “‘Course, I’ll hold down the fort for ya, bud.” Elvis said with a chuckle and a pat to Mikes back.

“Alright then, I’ll go grab Marcus.” Mike said as he got up, but Kimberly objected. “I think it’s best I go get him.” Kim said, not making eye contact with Mike or Elvis. Her father didn’t think much of it, but Elvis had observed her enough to know that she was surely hiding something. But Elvis wasn’t going to pry.

Kimberly knocked on her brothers door and she heard movements coming from behind it. “Jesus, Kimberly, what do ya’ want?!” He whisper-yelled. Kim felt her bottom lip tremble. “Father was gonna’ come n’ get you. Was jus’ tryna help ya out.” She mumbled as she stared down at her feet.

“Shit—alright thanks, Kim.” He said urgently as he slammed the door on her face once again before she could get a word out. Kim wiped the tears that threatened to fall from her doll-like eyes and regained her composure before waltzing back into the kitchen to finish her dishes.

“He’s comin’, father.” She said quietly, to which her father nodded.

Marcus rounded the corner a few moments later now dresses in boots, overalls and a white t-shirt fitted underneath. His face was no longer beat red and he was no longer out of breath with hair matted to his forehead. Kim wondered what he must’ve been doin’ that got him all worked up, but she wasn’t going to ask in fear of getting him angry at her again. She couldn’t bear her favorite person yelling at her again, as sensitive as she sounds.

As her father and older brother made their way out of the old house, she bid them goodbyes and sent them off with their sacked lunches that consisted of an assortment of meats her father hunted and some chips.

Kim was snapped out of her thoughts as she felt a warm body press behind her, and large arms cage her against the sink. His hands rested on the marble counter top and she could feel his private area pressed firmly against her bottom.

Kim felt her panties dampen as they had earlier and her perky nipples hardened underneath her shirt as she felt his hot breath skim her ear. “Need help?” Elvis asked. Kim could hear the smile he wore on his face without having to look at him. “E-Elvis, I don’t think this is appropriate.” She muttered meekly as he rubbed into her.

“That’s alright, baby.” He said as he pushed himself off of her with a chuckle. Kim felt like her legs were jelly and her mind was fuzzy as she released the dishes she was washing onto a small cloth to dry. “I think I’ll be headed to my room, Mr. Presley.” She said as her little legs scurried away from the large man.

She swung her door closed, but didn’t hear the satisfying ‘click’ she normally would. Too consumed in the aching feeling of her private area, Kim stripped to just her panties and bralette. She felt so, so hot. Like her body was on fire. She felt as though she could still feel him pressed against her from behind.

The throbbing in her lower area became nearly unbearable as she began to rut against her flower covered sheets, but it wasn’t enough. She didn’t know what else to do besides grab her largest teddy bear. “‘M sorry, Mr. Bean, but it hurts.” She whispered to the bear as she began to rock her hips back and forth on it, trying to relieve some friction.

Her panty covered clit glided along the fuzzy bear and her juices were surely left in a perfect streak. Small whimpers and moans left her mouth as she sped up her pace. She had no idea what she was doing, or why she was doing it, but she felt beyond nasty. Her clit ached as it was drug back and forth at a feverish, desperate pace. But still, it wasn’t enough. Kim felt her eyes water in frustration.

The small moans and whimpers didn’t go unnoticed by Elvis as he peered around the corner and made his way to her cracked door, and that’s when he saw her. Kimberly was riding her large brown bear as fast as her little body could go, and he watched as the small tears streamed down her face paired with small whimpers and broken moans.

Her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat and Elvis felt his already hard cock begin to throb in its confinement. He unzipped his trousers and let them drop to his ankles as he let his cock spring free, slapping his shirt covered chest.

As he watched her rut against her bear, he took his throbbing member in hand and began pumping it. He imagined that instead of the bear, it was him that she was riding. He wanted her to bounce up and down on his cock like a little bunny, her full tits bouncing along with her. Kimberlys moans fueled him to continue his pace, but abruptly stopped as he faintly heard her whimper out—

“Elvis” she said breathlessly.

The man acted without a second thought as he lifted his trousers back up and zipped them before pushing open the door, shutting it and locking it behind him. Kimberly was startled as she quickly got off of her bear and attempted to cover herself with her blanket. Elvis could cum in his pants at her state.

She was in a daze as she looked up at him through her wet lashes, glossy eyes glistening under the lighting from her tears. One of her bralette straps was down her arm and she was panting heavily. He could see her small hands trembling as they balled into the sheets she held tightly to her. She was so vulnerable.

“Naughty little thing, aren’t ya?” He said with a click of his tongue. Kim whimpered as her thighs rubbed together. “‘M sorry Elvis, but it jus’ hurts!” She whined out, fresh tears lining her eyes. Elvis cooed. “Awh poor baby, y’want me to make it better, huh?” He asked as he scooped her clothe-less frame up and sat on her bed.

Kimberly was sitting bridal style in his lap as she meekly nodded her head. “Spread you’re legs for me, little love.” Elvis said softly. Kim complied and widened her legs, and Elvis took that as his sign to rub over her panty covered clit with one of his digits. Kim panted out at the stimulation.

“Please” she whimpered, not knowing what she really wanted. All she knew was that she needed more. More of what? Who’s got a clue? not Kimberly. Elvis knew, though. Of course he did. The far older man pleasuring her had years worth of experience under his belt and he planned to finally put it all to extraordinary use with the nymph in his arms.

“‘S okay, baby, I gotcha. I know.” He said as he used another digit to stimulate her. Now his index and ring finger, which just so happened to be adorned with flashy rings, rubbed harshly at her clit in a fast pace. Kim moaned loudly as Elvis pressed down onto her sensitive button.

“Yeah, y’like that, honey?” He breathed out, his cock aching. “Yes, want more Elvis, please.” She whimpered out as she squirmed in his lap. “Since you asked nicely, baby.” He replied as he pushed her drenched panties to the side and teasingly dragged one of his fingers through her fold.

She was wet beyond belief. “What’s got you all worked up, darlin’?” He asked with a knowing chuckle. Kim grew embarrassed and her face reddened. “You, Elvis. Ya make my stomach feel funny when I’m around ya.” She replied. Elvis groaned.

He prodded his finger at her entrance for a moment before abruptly shoving it in. Kimberly bit down on her lip as he bullied another finger into her tight cunt. Kim felt her body instinctively rock into his fingers at a rhythmic pace. Moans erupted from her and she felt like her mind was melting as Elvis skillfully used his thumb to roll her clit around with pressure.

She felt her stomach tighten right when Elvis took it upon himself to remove his fingers. Kimberly whined out in response. “Don’t be selfish.” He said sternly. “‘M gon’ teach you how to suck a man’s cock, baby.” He said as he sat Kimberly down on the bed next to him.

He unzipped his trousers and let them pool around his ankles before slowly releasing his cock for Kimberly to see. The young girl gawked at his size. He was cut, thick and long. And as the curious girl grasped it softly in her hand, she learned it had a certain kind of heaviness to it too. There was veins on the sides of his shaft and his tip was fat and had a reddish-pink hue to it. His balls sat heavy underneath, unshaved and manly.

“Don’t be shy, honey. ‘S not gon’ hurtcha.” He said with a teasing smirk. Kimberly laid herself on her stomach next to Elvis, now coming face to face with his cock as he sat with his legs hanging off the bed. “So big. What’s it called again?” She asked with raised brows.

Elvis sucked in a breath as he felt her hand wander to his balls. “Gots lots of names. Penis, dick—but I prefer cock.” He replied. Kim hummed in wonder. “Put ya mouth on it, love.” He replied, impatient. Kimberly did as she was told.

His tip entered her mouth first as she lightly sucked it. The pre-cum tasted salty on her tongue, but in a delicious kind of way. “Fuckkk, good girl.” Elvis praised with a drawl. “Take a little more, I know ya can.” He said, trying not to buck his hips, not wanting to startle her.

Kimberly took more of his inches down her throat and Elvis bunched up her hair into a fist, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to lead her. As he helped her bob her head up and down, his free hand made quick work of traveling down her back and past the crease of her ass as his fingers once again found her soft pussy and began to fuck her with two of his fingers.

Kim let out a strangled moan around Elvis’ throbbing cock, and he groaned loudly at the vibrations. “Yeah? Just like that, baby. Doin’ so good f’me. Takin’ this cock n’ these fingers so fuckin’ good.” He moaned out as she gurgled and gagged on his cock.

“Suck my balls, Kimberly.” He said. Kim obediently ran her tongue down the vein of his cock down to his balls as she suckled one into her mouth. Elvis lead one of her hands to his shaft and Kim quickly got the memo as she began to pump him up and down at a fast pace. His scent was so consuming, and Elvis felt like he was on the verge of cumming as she looked up at him through hooded eyelids.

The older man pumped his fingers in and out of her virgin cunt at a fast and hard pace and her moans seemed to be growing louder. “Elvis, feel like m’ gon’ pee, stop—“ she begged as she tried to push his hand away from her pussy. “Shh, jus’ let it happen.” He panted out.

Kimberly whined and fumbled his cock back into her mouth. Elvis felt his stomach tighten. “M’ gonna cum, baby. Shit.” He huffed out as pounded his fingers at an inhumane pace into her swollen cunt. “Oh god!” Kimberly moaned out as she jerked Elvis’ cock at the same pace he was fingering her.

White painted Kim’s face as Elvis’ cock spurted cum, and she gasped in surprise as she felt her first orgasm take over her body. Kimberly had never felt anything like it before, and it made her whole body shake. Elvis didn’t stop finger fucking her, dragging out her orgasm till he was satisfied that she’d gotten out every last drop.

Elvis gently lifted her shaking form up before getting up himself to grab a tissue. He cleaned off Kim’s face gently before cleaning himself up. “‘M sleepy, Elvis.” She muttered as she rubbed her eyes. “I know, baby. Y’ did so good f’me. So proud of ya.” He praised as he helped her get into a large oversized t-shirt and a new pair of panties.

He discreetly pocketed her juice covered panties into his back pocket as he laid her down, handing her the same bear she was rubbing herself on. “Take a nap, honey. I’ll be here when ya wake up.” He replied as he gestured towards the door.

Kimberly tiredly nodded her head as she felt Elvis lay a soft kiss to her temple. She had no idea what they’d just done, if they’d do it again, or what it meant for the both of them. All she knew was that something about it felt wrong and good at the same time. She knew what they did shouldn’t have been done but she felt so good, and as she drifted to sleep, the image of Elvis clouded her mind.

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mandowifey · 2 years ago

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For your match up requests can you surprise me? 🥰💙

Of course I can, you lovely bean you. Once again I am a cheater and I know who n' what you like, so with that being said...

I assign you; Bo and Vincent Sinclair!

Note: This is NSFW. Strictly because of gore, blood, violence, and mentions of sexual activities. There are allusions to non-con, as well as dub-con, some domestic violence, and forced relationships. Just overall dead dove, stay safe kiddos! This was also not proofread or edited, and my first time writing for them!

Be gentle.

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There was something deeply unsettling about the smell of burning meat.

When coagulated fat boiled and broke down it released a nauseating odor that permeated the humid Summer air. Sometimes it could take on the smell of barbecue, which was dependent on what animal was chosen.

You didn't care much for it either way.

Lester tosses a lopsided smile in your direction, using one bloodied hand to wave at you before focusing on dragging the decomposing deer toward the burn pile. You offer a tight-lipped smile in return, not wanting to give the impression you didn't have manners. Those were the most important thing to have around this place.

"Jee-zus Christ, why the fuck are you doin' this so close to town?"

The sound of a slamming truck door made you jump, and that familiar voice had you frozen in place. Your fight or flight instincts always had you ready to bolt, but over time and many failed attempts you had learned it was best to stay put. Boots crunch in gravel and you struggle to stay still.

"Ain't got nowhere else t'do it, Bo." Lester retorts before turning his head to spit.

Bo came to a stop beside you and sucked his teeth as his arms folded. You stare forward without looking. Your vision is tunneled now, and all you are aware of is the chirping of birds and crickets. There is a silence that lulls between you, and you've stopped breathing.

"What do you think, firefly?" Came the dull drawl of Bo's voice as his head turned to face you.

Aside from the regular torture, it seemed that Bo enjoyed antagonizing you with biased questions. Always putting you in the middle of things and forcing you to pick a side. The illusion of choice, as you knew agreeing with anyone but him, got you punished.

Both brothers were staring at you now. Bo, with his arms folded and Lester with a fist on his hip. Of the two, you knew Lester handled disappointment far better. That made things marginally easier, though disappointing him still left you uneasy. Aware that you were expected to respond, you begin blinking the sting of smoke out of your eyes. Finally, you cast a gaze upwards, daring to look at the more imposing man beside you.

"T-the breeze c-carries the smell," your voice was a squeak. "S-should try to f-find a different spot, m-maybe-"

A large hand claps your back and makes you gasp.

"Y'see, even she knows better." Bo grinned into his words while his brother scoffed. "Next time find a better spot." He warned, his expression tightened and some of that southern charm lifted, revealing just a glimpse of what he really was under the veil.

Lester waves his hand dismissively and mutters to himself as Bo leads you to his truck. You are silent as you climb into the passenger side, and do not look at the older man as he settles behind the wheel with a grunt. The old engine sputters and then rumbles to life, rattling the frame of the truck.

"Why're you lollygaggin' around with him for?"

The glass of the window cools your forehead as sweat beads along your temple and upper lip. After such a short period outside, the humidity sapped your energy and most of the moisture inside you. Leaving you with a dry mouth and some fatigue. You wanted a clever answer for Bo, something smart and witty that'd appease him, but nothing came to mind.

Impatiently, Bo grips a fist into your hair and yanks your head in his direction. The pain causes you to wince, but you don't fight it. You knew better. Instead, your glassy eyes stare up at him as your face contorts into something apologetic.

"Did the heat fry your fuckin' brain, kid? Answer me." His eyes flick from the dirt road to you.

"I think he gets lonely." Your voice was quiet. "He asked if I wanted to tag along, n' I said sure. That's all."

Blunt nails stung your scalp, his grip relenting only marginally at the answer. Bo snorts and shoves your head away from him.

"Well aint you just a bleedin' heart as always." His large hand fell to your knee, callouses rubbing over the smooth skin before slipping under the hem of your dress. "You wanna fuck him too?"

You knew where this was going. The same thing happened when it came to Vincent. Bo was a confident man with a sizeable ego but got sore as hell when the topic of his brothers came up. He wanted to be your favorite, but he also felt entitled to you, like he owned you. There were impossible, silent conditions he imposed upon you that left you guessing what the right thing was to say.

The trial and error wove itself as scars in various places on your skin. Cruel reminders of what failed attempts got you. Bo liked to caress them, kiss them, tell you what a shame it was to mar that lovely derma and how he wished you hadn't made him do it. Vincent was the opposite. His hands traced along marks while holding you close, remembering which ones he had meticulously stitched together.

When Bo's hand encroached on the junction of your thighs, you were tensing. "No, I don't wanna fuck him." His fingers curl into the yielding flesh of your inner thigh. He said nothing because he was waiting for more out of you. "I-I only wanna fuck you, Bo. P-promise."

He sucked his teeth again and tapped his thumb against the steering wheel, his hand no longer moving. "You sure 'bout that princess? I've seen how you look at Vincent." The words soured on his tongue, causing his brows to vex and his fingers to bruise into your thighs. To call him territorial was an injustice.

"That's a good girl." His palm clapped your leg twice before withdrawing from your dress and back to the wheel. "You're gonna show me once we get to the house."

Nausea settled in your stomach like a bowling ball. Between that and the unbearable heat, you felt certain you were going to puke. You nod because you have no choice, and unless you wanted to be strung up in the dungeon below the station, you had to play the part.

Left to ruminate in your thoughts, Bo drove silently up towards the old home. When he parked, he caught your wrist as you were climbing out. "Straight to the bedroom." His voice lost its pleasant southern twang and had become something angry. His eyes were dark, focused pools staring at you from below the line of his cap.

"O-of course, right away." The power behind his grip would leave your wrist decorated in finger shaped bruises.

Traversing the incline to the front door, you nudge inside and wipe sweat off your face. Before you could move up the old steps, something touches your shoulder and makes you jump.

"Vincent!" You whisper.

Vincent stood tall and silent, staring down at you through black holes in his mask. It had taken quite some time for you to adjust to, but still, the emotionless face could be quite uneasy. More than once, you had seen it from your peripherals, when in the shower or hanging your clothes up to dry. You knew Vincent had a fascination with watching you and often played into being oblivious to indulge him.

The hand on your shoulder withdrew, and he upturned his palm. Your eyes soften, and you offer your wrist. This was routine when you returned from Bo, and while Vincent was no gentle saint, he was far more kinder to you than the latter. His fingers close around your wrist in a gentle but encompassing grip as he begins to look you over.

"No new ones today."

He turns your other arm over, then tilts your chin and checks your throat. Inside the house was much cooler, yet you felt your body getting hot. You couldn't say if he cared out of compassion or pity, though you assumed it was the same care a farmer had towards their livestock. A press to your lips made your eyes widen and warmth bloom across your cheeks.

Your lips part for him as he presses over your bottom teeth and part of your tongue. With your jaw opened wide, you felt fear. Bo had always mentioned how terrible it would be if they had to remove some teeth for bad behavior. While Vincent had a softer touch, he had no problem bruising and taking from you what he could.

Heavy footfalls made you jump, and your eyes go wide. Vincent released your jaw and shoved you up the stairs knowingly. You don't hesitate or look back as you clamber the stairs and round the corner as the front door swings open. Bo's muffled voice emanates up through the floorboards below, and you silence your steps. Tip toeing into the bedroom, you flail your hands out in the dark, your memory of the layout serving you well as you navigate blindly to the bed.

Slipping your dress to your ankles, you step out of your shoes and climb onto the bed. His smell lingers there on the pillow beside yours, which prompts you to turn your head away. In the silence, you hear your pulse and nervous breathing. Your heart sounds like a frightened animal beating against a cage. You also hear Bo asking Vincent to do something for him. Perhaps he was sending him away from the house, back to the museum, where he wouldn't be nearby to listen.

Maybe he was asking him to come watch, to humilate you further by fucking you in front of him. You wouldn't put it past Bo to taunt his brother in such a way. It was no secret Vincent was charmed by you, and while that was no comfort in its own, you delighted in the fact it pissed his brother off.

Everything fell silent as your heart settled to a slower pace. Then, you could hear the steady climbing of stairs and a low whistling tune. Your throat was dry and head pounding from lack of water. If you could spare the moisture, you would have shed tears. After so many weeks trapped in Ambrose, you had hoped that the fear would go away. Instead, the fear had turned into uncertainty; how long would they keep you alive? You wondered if they would grow bored and discard you in the burn pile, or perhaps Vincent would cherish you as one of his figures. You tried to avoid those thoughts.

The whistling and footsteps came to a stop outside the door. "Honey," the knob twists and light cascaded across your bare form. His silhouette was massive and imposing in the doorway. There was a jaunt to his tone now, almost sing-song.

"I'm home "

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st0rygirl3 · 6 months ago

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Modern Day Gentleman - Chris Sturniolo

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Part 1?

Part 2 coming soon!

Summary:

Your friends invited you to go out to the club with them tonight. You were hesitant but decided to go out anyway. When you get there, there are plenty of wasted people around you. A random drunk man comes up to you and begins hitting on you, all for your friend to step in claiming you had a boyfriend when you definitely didn’t. The man was persistent anyway, not buying a word. What happens when you have to flag down a random stranger to play your pretend boyfriend to scare the creep away?

Not proof read

⚠️Warnings⚠️:

fem!reader x dom!Chris Sturniolo, Suggestive content, drinking, mentions of alcohol, alcohol abuse, side characters drinking, takes place in a bar/club (this is pretty cheesy but stick with me)

A/N: hiii! This is my first story on tumblr. I just tried going with what others were doing for the layout. Thank you for reading and there will be a lot more to come!! Hope you enjoy!

Your fingers lazily scrolled on your phone, trying to find anything interesting on social media. Just then a text from your friend Megan popped up on your phone. ‘Heyy girl! Some of the girls and I are going out for drinks at Topper’s tonight! We’ll be there to get you in an hour or so!’ The text read. You groaned, about to reply and tell Megan you’re not going. But something stopped you. It had been awhile since you went out, and what harm could a few drinks do?

You got up and walked to your closet, scouring through your many dresses in hopes to find a club-appropriate dress that wasn’t to small. Finally you settled on a black halter mini dress, with gold pins in the front. You slip on the dress, feeling a bit weird in it, since you haven’t worn something like this in so long. You went to your bathroom and put on a light face a makeup, and messed with different hairstyles finally settling on one you felt best suited your outfit. Once that was finally all done you walked down to your kitchen, where your black leather clutch purse laid out. You tangled your fingers in the gold chain and slipped it over your shoulder. Lastly you put on black lace up heels with rhinestones. You felt good in your outfit, ready to face the club world.

Soon enough you heard a beep outside your house and you knew your friends had arrived. You walked outside and hopped in the car. The drive there was pretty fun, blasting music and everyone excited to go out. Once you arrived at the club you all climbed out the car and walked to the door. As you followed slowly behind your friends you scanned the room, observing all the people in the club. It was pretty packed, and most people were pretty wasted already, tripping over their own feet and talking aggressively loud but the music drowned most of it out. A modern country song was blasting through the speakers, and the bar tender was talking it up with some regular at the bar.

The lights flashed all different colors in your face. You followed your friends to the bar, slowly maneuvering through the crowd. But as you tried to pass a taller man he stood infront of you, blocking your access to your friends causing you to loose them. You looked up at the tall man, who looked down at you with whiskey soaked eyes, and another stirring in his hand, half empty. His smirk was uneasy, like an animal stalking its prey. “Excuse me-…” “Well hello gorgeous. What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ roaming around here?” He interrupted, slurring every word, making a gibberish sentence. I didn’t say anything, just attempted to step to the side of him, and get around him. But he stepped infront of me, his big frame blocking me from getting passed. “No need to be scared. I don’t bite…unless you ask nicely.” He said in a sluggish tone. His breath reeked of alcohol, especially with as aggressive of breaths he took, it filled your nose. You laughed awkwardly looking anywhere but at him. He wrapped his free hand around your waist, pulling us stomach to stomach. You let out an uncomfortable gasp and began pushing mildly softly, in hopes it was some misunderstanding.

Luckily Megan saw you, and saw the man you were struggling to get away from. She grabbed a handsome strangers hand, pointing the situation out to him, and he followed Megan’s instructions. The handsome man charged towards you and the taller guy holding you. The handsome man steeped lively over, before grabbing the guy by the collar, causing him to drop you, as you fell to the floor. “The fuck are you doing touching MY girlfriend like that?” The handsome man said. You blushed, your stomach stirring with butterflies. “Sorry man- I- I didn’t realize she was taken.” The drunken guy said, quickly scurrying off in fear. The handsome man looked at you, holding out a hand to help you up. “Hey, I’m Chris, Chris Sturniolo.” He said. His brown locks dangled in his face, his piercing blue eyes catching you off guard. “Y/N….Y/N Y/L/N.” You said, stuttering a bit from the intense interaction you just had. You took Chris’s hand, and helped yourself up. You looked over your shoulder to catch the drunken man from before leaning in a corner watching you closely, examining if Chris was in fact your boyfriend. You pointed it out to Chris, who just laughed. “Looks like we gotta put a show from him sweetheart.” Chris smirked still holding your hand. Your heart skipped as you looked the other way. Chris’s pointer finger curled and snuck under your chin as his thumb rested on the surface of your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. His other hand snaked to your waist, softly resting on your hip. He scanned your face for consent, which you returned with a soft nod. His lips crashed onto yours, and the chemistry lit up immediately, Atleast you felt it. His tongue found entrance to your mouth, fighting your tongue for dominance his hand gribbed your hip creating an exciting tension. When you guys finally came up for air he pulled his hand off your hip, looking back at the corner that the guy was standing in. Luckily, he was gone. Chris then just walked away, like none of that even happened causing you to become a little flustered and frustrated. You brushed it off anyway, as much as you could that is. Megan came back and slipped her arm around your shoulder, followed by comforting words to affirm you, but she saw your disappointed face. You scanned the room to find Chris being berated by some drunk girl, and he looked to make eye contact with you, giving a friendly wave. You quickly turned away and Megan led you back to the rest of the friend group.

That night was awkward, uncomfortably so. You didn’t have this man’s phone number, you only knew his full name, and stalking him didn’t sound appealing. But at this point you didn’t care. You pulled up instagram and searched his name, finding only one Chris Sturniolo, but two other Sturniolo brothers that looked similar. You decided to wing it and dm him a quick message.

You: Hey not sure if you remember me, but I’m your fake girlfriend from Friday night. I was wondering if you wanted to get coffee sometime?

You took a breath and then went to bed, not expecting much in response.

#sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #fem reader #fanfic #fantasy

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farer-dreamer · 2 months ago

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Entry 8

10/9/24 - 10/14/24 Logs

10/9/24 - I GUESS WE DOIN' ANIMATIONS NOW!

So initially during this work period I was attempting to do some coding to get this player and camera movement system DONE, but I've realized it's a bit hard for me to focus when working in-class and also missing my second screen makes working in unity and coding stuff a bit of a pain. Not impossible of course, I've done it before but it definitely slows down my workflow compared to when I'm at home and can focus better. So because I wanted to be productive this class period I decided to start getting a jump on Doc's player animations, as while it's still far off my internal due date for that is sometime next month.

(there's art in this one, hit read more!)

I knew I wanted them at a 3/4ths angle instead of having a front, back, and side sprite. I mean, they'll still have a front and back sprite technically but no left/right so that frees me from needing to animate the walk, jump, land, and whatever else for those. Making things easier animation-wise isn't the only reason I've opted for this of course, honestly the biggest reason why I'm doing this specific style is because I'm drawing inspiration from how the characters are displayed in the paper mario games and bugfables, the 2D characters in a 3D world (would they be 2.5D then…?). Stylistically I've always thought it was neat and so I want to try and replicate that myself in my own silly little project.

So here's our first problem: I don't really have a clear ref of Doc's new design at a 3/4ths angle. I had an idea in my brain as to what it looked like but nothing on paper yet, most of my struggle was positioning the eyes on their mask.

At first I tried to pull from the turnarounds I had done of their new design, which got the body's position and proportioning down but the eyes just seemed off to me. Not that this go was inherently "wrong" but I felt like the eyes could be positioned or stylized better. So I cracked open my sketch book (something I need to be doing way more) and tried to just draw their head from this angle over and over, and eventually I landed on one I liked.

Although because I am not the most steady artist, they were a bit slanted. Easy fix though, I just popped em into clip and edited the body so everything is posed where it should be and then made another sketch over that to make some more tweaks. This whole thing took a little over an hour but eventually I landed on a "sketch" I liked (it's a bit too clean to be a sketch honestly lol).

Then to animate the idle I just nudged some of the parts I thought would have some wiggle if the character had a slight bounce in their idle (so the ears, cape/clothes, hair) and I think I like this lower frame rate style. Again, drawing inspiration from paper mario 64 specifically.

Overall with this specifically I probably spent like, 3ish hours? I mostly worked during the latter half of class after trying to code wasn't working for me in the moment. Next, I plan on getting the motions down and hopefully roughing out the animations for the walkcycle and jump. I don't think it'll take me very long, maybe 3ish hours total if I run into trouble with figuring out Doc's motions, but that'll be for next session.

10/11/2024 - 10/12/2024

More animation yippee!! today I'm working on the walkcycle and jump if I can get to it. But first I realized I didn't make a back idle animation so I threw that together in like 20ish minutes

Anyways, I started by gathering some image references of animated walkcycles, as well as some sprite sheets from paper mario 64 and bugfables as I wanted to see how the walkcycles in those games were handled. I also pulled up an old walk spritesheet I had on hand from an older project that had a character with similar leg and body structure to Doc.

In my first go I decided to pretty much ignore my refs and try to see if I could get a decent looking "down" motion as Doc does technically have a bend in their legs, but this didn't really work out. Also I definitely overanimated the arms for a 4 frame cycle.

So on my (unfinished) second and third goes I more closely followed my refs and previous work. I realized that my contact should be where Doc goes down the lowest, not the pass. Its. been a minute since I've animated a walkcycle. Eventually I found something I liked so I'm calling this done for now. Both the front and back have some jank I gotta work out but I'll save that for when I'm doing cleanup.

Onto Jumping! this should be a lot easier since there's only really 3 key poses I need to do (wind up/land, jump up, and falling). I think in the future I might add some more motion but for now here's the roughs that took maybe about a little over an hour or so I wanna say.Again they're super rough but I anticipate they'll look a lot better when they're moving around in engine.

10/14/24 - Back to Coding

womp womp. I gotta get this done though. I actually spent some time yesterday on this as well, mostly researching, to no avail. I was getting closer though… and today I won. I finally beat the camera problems. and in the most stupid way because it was just ONE (1) line of code I had to add and then do a bit of cleanup in the camera manager but the cinemachine is FINALLY angling properly around the player character.

That took a stupidly long amount of time to figure out but all we need now is the scroll wheel zoom… which I actually anticipate not taking as much time! I have an idea as to how I'm handling it. I have the body controller set to 3rd person follow, so all I really need to do is figure out how to adjust the camera distance through code and tie that to my scroll wheel inputs.

And after some research I got the camera distance tied to my scroll wheel inputs. For the time being I just have the inputs tied to the min/max zoom in/out but when I work on this next I'll be smoothing that out and making my final adjustments to the camera for now. Overall I wanna say that I was researching/playing around with the camera stuff for 3-4 hours total today? It's hard to say. What I DO know is that with this I am back on schedule which is relieving to say the least.

#long post #devlog

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inkrabbit · 2 years ago

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hi, would you be willing to write something about peanut and lola? romantically, platonically, negatively, what you might enjoy writing the most, i just really want to see the two of them interact in some fanwork ;v;

bb I got you. Originally this was going to be them kinda bonding over their love for Johnny (let's face it, Peanut has an obsession) but I ended up deciding against it and they instead just have a nice little chat about books... or rather Lola does

He’s sitting in the tenements, trying desperately to concentrate on the open book before him. There’s a textbook laying open beside it, his notebook sitting under that and his pen… somewhere on the mattress. He knew he should’ve held onto it.

The book doesn’t hold his attention in the slightest and he finds himself easily getting distracted, looking at his phone and responding to any and all text messages. He had heard Mr. Galloway say how this was one of his favorite books and Peanut couldn’t understand why. It was bland, confusing, and just overall didn’t click with him.

He hears a knock, easily catching his attention. Lola stands in the open doorway, leaning against the frame with her knuckles gently rapping at the old wood, a smile on those cherry-red lips.

“The other boys out?” she asks him. Peanut closes the book and stretches.

“Probably. Haven’t heard ‘em in a while,” He brings up his phone, the screen illuminating with a few new messages. “but they keep blowing up the group chat.”

“Why ain’t you out with them?” She crosses the threshold, walking over to the mattress and taking a seat.

“Ah, you know. Johnny wanted me to finish this.” He gestures to the books scattered around him. “Why ain’t you with Johnny? Thought he said you two had a date tonight?”

She rolls her eyes. “He was saying he's gonna go teach those preppies a lesson,” she explains. “He gets so angry sometimes.”

“Sure sounds like him.” He shouldn’t be surprised. He had been there when Johnny was ranting and raving about Gord, saying how the runt deserved whatever would come to him. “So, what’re you doin’ here?”

“Thought I would find the others here so we could all hang out, but looks like it’s just you and me,” she tells him, her voice playful as she sends him a smile. He lets out an amused huff. “’Sides, I know you also hate the book we’re reading.”

“Trying to read,” he corrects, glancing back at the cover. “I dunno what Mr. Galloway sees in this.”

“Not exactly my style, either.” But then again, Lola wasn’t known for reading the more traditional books. She loved romance novels, even carrying a couple around in her bag. Peanut remembered the time Mr. Galloway had been so happy to see her reading during class, only to become confused when he noticed it wasn’t the right book. It makes him smile.

“You ever finish that one book you were readin’?” he asks her. “What was it? Love Eternal or somethin?”

“You remembered?” She looks surprised, brows raised with her lips parted. Finally, she gives him a genuine smile; one of the rare ones where she’s actually happy and her entire being just lights up. “Well, it’s actually called Lover Eternal, but oh, it was just wonderful!”

And so here Peanut now sits, listening to Lola gush about the book. She had gotten it just before the school year started up, saying how she had used some of the money Chad had given her in order to buy it. “Hardcover is so worth it, too!” she squealed.

From what he gathers, it’s some fantasy romance book, and he only got that because she had mentioned “vampires”. And while it wasn’t something he was interested in, he loved hearing her talk like this; excited and animated, with a certain glint in her eye. He knows the glint, just like he knows that smile. He’s seen it before when she’s given little gifts; things mentioned in passing that people would normally forget. It happened when Johnny had replaced the ribbon neckerchief after her original one had gotten oil on it; when Peanut had gotten his hands on a sold-out drink by driving into the next town; when Hal had stayed up all night baking her a birthday cake, saying that store-bought was a crime for her special day. Seeing her like this, well, it makes him smile, too.

“Maybe you’ll let me try and read it sometime.” The words tumble out of his mouth without a second thought, and they both share a look of surprise.

“You’d wanna read it?” she asks. Well, he already said it.

“Sure. You make it sound interesting.” And another round of squealing comes from her, presumably because now she’ll have something to talk to about it. She starts going on about how he’ll love it and how it’s written, and he’s just nodding along to please her. She tells him she’ll pick it up whenever she returns home, saying how she wanted to stop by Johnny’s house as a surprise later on tonight. He knew her mother wouldn’t care. She never did.

As their conversation wraps up and Peanut is forced to, again, open the damned book, Lola gets up and starts for the door. She stops just before leaving, however, looking back at him.

“You know,” That genuine smile is still on her face as she looks down at him, her hand curled around the old wooden door frame. “I see why Johnny made you his second-in-command now. You’re a great listener. And… a great friend.”

His mouth hangs open as he stammers, before finally responding, “T-thanks. And I do see why Johnny’s datin’ you, too. You’re real passionate.”

With one last goodbye, she finally slips out of sight and he listens as her footsteps fade off. His heart is pounding and there’s no doubt that his face is redder than her neckerchief. He opens the book he was originally reading, trying his damnedest to focus on the words. But her sweet voice jumps around in his mind.

He loved Johnny; truly, he did, and he would never betray his friend like that. But he couldn’t deny the fact that he knew why so many of the boys around Bullworth liked her too.

#Peanut #Larry Romano #Lola Lombardi #bully #bully se #requests #I miss the greasers so much tbh

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lovieebby · 4 years ago

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Man down

Daddy!Syverson x little!reader

Summary: Sy unknowingly sticks your best friend in the washer with the bedsheets and when you’ve come to realize the missing person, it's too late. It's doomsday.

WC: 1.5k

Warnings: a small spank but really just cute fluff!

Note: im being a little selfish and putting my manatee in this, and tbh I’ve had this guy for ab 5 years and he still doesn’t have a name 😩😂 so we’re just putting he/him. Also gif is from Pinterest so all credit goes to the person that made it!!!

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You rushed up the stairs in a race to see who got into bed first. Sy seemed like a million miles away as you squealed when you face planted into the fresh bed sheets. It smelled like the clean lavender, and a mix of other florals and musks Sy used for soap, it was honestly your favorite smell besides the man himself.

“I won and you lose!” You sang out after you rolled to your back.

Sy exaggerated a panting breath as he leaned on the doorframe to your shared bedroom. He had his arm tucked around his gut making you giggle as he took a deep breath.

“You’re just too fast bug.” He exhaled, “Way too fast for this old man.”

“Why thank you! I practice very hard.” You giggled, tilting your head to the side to watch Sy rolling his eyes with a chuckle.

You snickered a small laugh and groaned while you sat up. Sy met you on the bed with his own groaning, roughly sitting on his side of the bed making you bouce at his weight.

“Now, its time for bed. Get your pj’s on and go brush your teeth.” He said, leaning to you and giving you a soft kiss on your forehead.

You nodded in agreement, standing up and doing what he politely commanded. You picked a oversized shirt from your dresser, a pair of sleep shorts and quickly changed to meet Sy in the bathroom. You both brushed your teeth in silence, softly shoving eachother teaseingly, Sy poking your sides to make you giggle and you knocking his knees to see if he’d fall or maybe do it back.

When you made it back into the bedroom Sy had you lay down and helped you put your soothing lotion on before tucking the both of you under the covers. He had turned off the lights and pulled you close to his chest and whispered his i love you’s.

Before you completely settled down, you searched around for the grey creature you snuggled with every night. He wasn’t between yours and Sy’s pillows, nor between the bed and wall. You pulled Sy’s heavy arm off of you and sat up to look at the end of the bed, soon crawling to the edge to lean down to look under the bed.

“Baby girl, what are you doin’?” Sy groveled out, his eyes still closed but listening to you roll and pat around.

“Daddy I lost him.” You mumbled out as you moved around the totes under the bed, just in case your manatee made his way down there.

“Oh.” Sy deadpanned.

You frowned your brows and slowly sat up, looking at your daddy with your eyes slanted. “Oh?”

“Yeah I think he’s in the wash.” Sy nervously chuckled, shrugging as he scratched his beard.

He braced himself on his elbow as he leaned into it to see you more clearly. Sy tried not to laugh at your try hard mean face contort into shock.

“You what?! Daddy!” You scrambled off the bed quickly then dashing out of the bedroom.

“Man down! Man down!” You screamed as you bounced down the stairs and ran into the laundry room.

Sy came into the laundry room soon after you with his heart squeezing in his chest as you sat in front of the washer, watching your poor manatee’s face popping up every now and then through the glass of the washer.

You sniffled quietly, “Manatee down Daddy.”

Sy chuckled at your joke.

“Baby it’s gonna be okay. He’s a sea cow, that means he knows how to swim! He’ll be out in the morning.” Sy tried his hardest to reassure you, but it just made you sniffle and cry louder.

“Yeah but not in soapy water! And I didn’t get to say bye!” You pouted, rubbing your cheeks and nose with the sleeve of your shirt.

“Oh baby,” Sy sighed, crouching down to you, “I promise he’ll be okay. I’m sorry I forgot to tell you he was going in the wash.” He apologized sincerely, Sy really hated seeing you so upset.

Even though he saw this as a really small ordeal, he knew that this meant more to you than him, and he also knew you were probably more upset because you’re tired. Sy was very glad you didn’t freak out too much and opened the washer door while it was still running; that would have been a handful.

“C’mon sweet angel.” He said, standing up straight with your hand in his.

You cried weakly as you hesitated standing up. The thought of your manatee being all alone made you cry harder, you fruitlessly pulled away from Sy. You refused to leave your best friends side through such a tramatic time.

Sy tried to understand your frustration, but he also had never had a bond with something so small— honestly he didn’t like the stuffed animal, the thing was old and lost its cuteness the moment it got more snuggles than him. Before he snapped at you, he sighed softly with a long exhale. You tucked your chin between your knee caps, arms wrapped around your shins and watched the lit numbers above the door handle, seeing that there was still a long way to go.

“Pooh bear, lady bug, my sweet little baby,” Sy listed off all your pet names, hoping to intice you to come with him. “Honey it’s already passed our bedtime— a nap tomorrow won’t even fix the lack of sleep.”

Your only response to him was a growl, a small chest grumbling growl. Sy shifted back, and blinked as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

“Now I would really hate to believe you just did that. Do my ears fail me?”

Your eyes widened in surprise of him hearing it. You dared to repeat your actions, you thought to just keep yourself quiet as you shrunk in your spot. Sy nodged his knee against your shoulder, pushing hard enough to rock you.

“I’m waiting little bear.” He spoke lowly with a small joke but the tone still left a lingering shiver of fear.

“Sorry Daddy.” You whispered softly, biting your lip as you pushed yourself up to walk to him.

You came to him and raised your arms to wrap around him for an apology hug, but he stuck out two fingers and pressed it to your chest to stop you. He shook his head with a frown as you pouted.

“You growled at me bug! I ain’t letting the dogs growl at me, what makes you think you can?”

“I said I’m sorry.” You whined, still pouting your lip out.

“I accept that, but you still need to learn little miss.” Sy said, turning his two fingers around; a silent signal.

You pressed down the urge to roll your eyes and groan in difiance. Instead, you let out a whine and listened. You turned around in the door way, facing the white painted frame and clenched your cheeks.

“You clench, it’ll hurt more.” He warned, his eyes watching the bottom of your cheeks relax.

A quick three swats left your bottom stinging. Sy’s big hands could crush anything from their sheer size, and with these spanks, you could tell he didn’t hold back. Your breath shook as you heard Sy grumble proudly, his hand softly rubbing your cheeks. You frowned upon grazing your eyes over the washer one last time before Sy nudged you to the hallway and up the stairs.

Your lip wobbled when the bedroom door closed with a soft click. And as Sy flipped the sheets over to pull himself in, he snickered at your pitiful face.

“Tuck that lil’ lip in baby. No need for that.” Sy spoke softly, watching you from his peripheral as he tucked his pillow under his neck.

You huffed once before you made your way to the bed, the soft, clean sheets inviting you into sleep. Sy’s heavy hand rubbed gentle circles as you laid flat on your tummy, a silent and bratty way to tell him you don’t want to cuddle. Though you knew Sy didn’t care for your small sour attitude; he still rubbed your back and kissed your exposed shoulder with ease and care. With your face deep into your pillow, arms shoved under and Sy’s body heat warming yours, sleep was easy to fall into.

And as Sy heard your soft breathing and felt your body relax, he stayed up until the soft ring of the washer went off and when it did, he slipped his pillow under your chest and belly and traveled down the steps carefully. Before you fully awoke, he quickly swapped loads and made his way back to you.

He would never understand the attachment between you and a replaceable thing, but he would do everything in his power to see your happy face over and over when you woke up with the small manatee under your arm, still warm and the fluff rejuvenated.

#captain syverson x reader #daddy!syverson x little!reader #syverson fanfic #syverson fanfiction #captian syverson fanfic #captian syverson fanfiction #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill character #henry cavill character fanfic

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noctuaas · 4 years ago

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AS YOU WISH; t. kuroo

synopsis; in this tale of romance, revenge, and treason, you, a beautiful commoner, are set to become the princess of aobajousai. will your one true love be able to save you in time?

pairing; kuroo tetsurou x reader

content; princess bride au (heavily based on both the movie and novel), medieval au, torture, mild violence, drama, fantasy/adventure, murder, fem!reader

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01 ; THE BRIDE

TO BE THE MOST beautiful girl in the world was a concept far past your concern. Those around you certainly saw the potential, but at 16 years old, you simply could not care less to capitalize on your natural beauty. (Beauty routines were exhausting in your eyes. You only washed your face so as not to feel filthy, taking a razor to your leg hair was far more trouble than it seemed worth, and you were quite sick of brushing your hair, so you did so as little as possible.) All you really wanted to do was ride your horse and pester the farm boy that worked for your parents.

Prince, as you had taken to calling the horse when he was just a yearling, was a loyal companion. Other girls your age grew attached to one of their herding dogs’ pups, or the kitten of a barn cat, but you had Prince. He always came when you called, steered where you told him even on a loose rein, nuzzled your face on bad days.

For all the time you spent taunting and bossing the farm boy around—“Farm Boy, fetch me this,” and “Farm Boy, take care of that,”—he always had one thing in common with the horse: he always did as he was told.

(Perhaps you knew that he was really a young man now—he was a year or two older than you—but he had been just an orphaned boy when he first came to work for your father, so that was what you referred to him as: Farm Boy.)

“As you wish,” he always replied, without fail.

Your father was fond of the farm boy, often remarking how he should leave him an acre of land in his will for all his hard work. These conversations never lasted long though, not before your parents would turn to you and chide you for needing to go bathe again and clean yourself up after spending the day in the barn.

Despite your disdain for taking care of yourself like a “proper lady,” as your mother liked to say, your natural beauty was still enough to cause the village boys to flock to you. Those dimwits always liked to badger you with stupid questions whenever you rode into town, offering silly favors and making awkward small talk, much to dismay of the rest of the girls in the village. The boys were always so annoying, and you often noted how much more tolerable Farm Boy was as you dismissed their advances. Eventually they took to making fun of you, laughing over snide remarks about you because they must have been embarrassed about being shot down. Sometimes the insults were too much to ignore, and when that was the case, Farm Boy took matters into his own hands. You always thanked him after he sent a village boy home bloodied and crying, and he always answered, “As you wish.”

You came to realize that Farm Boy was the only boy your age whose presence you seemed to enjoy. One night, you lied awake with the dim light from a full moon crawling through your window, thinking about how he was always kind and respectful to you, how he protected you and your honor, how he seemed to smile at you differently than he ever smiled at the other girls in town. (You also let yourself admit that he was quite handsome, with his amber eyes and ebony hair that was always in a perfect bedhead state, which was something you had never bothered caring about before.)

After that, your time was no longer divided between riding your horse and pestering the farm boy; now, ‘pestering’ was to be replaced with ‘falling for’. You let him join you on rides through the woods on Prince; you began doing your morning reading in the barn to keep him company while he fed the animals; you took it upon yourself to take out any extra supper your mother cooked to him. You even decided to stop calling him ‘Farm Boy’.

“What’s your actual name, Farm Boy?” you asked out of the blue.

“Why do you ask?” he had replied, and you snorted in mild amusement.

“Well, after having known you all these years, it must be quite rude of me to still call you ‘Farm Boy’.”

He paused and grinned that endearing grin of his, “Just call me Kuroo, then.”

Everything was so blissful for the year following. You loved Kuroo, and he loved you. Even on the day the royal Count and Countess of Aobajousai had strangely paid your family a visit, you both were sure of this; because while the Countess took Kuroo’s arm gently for him to show her the dairy cows and the Count watched you intently as you followed the small procession on your horse, you and Kuroo both stared at each other.

At the end of one year though, Kuroo unexpectedly showed up at your window in the middle of the night.

“I’ve come to say goodbye.”

You shot up straight in your bed, cocking your head incredulously, “What do you mean, ‘goodbye’?”

“I mean I’m leaving.”

“Leaving? Have I done—”

“I’m taking to the sea to seek my fortune,” he cut you off. “There’s a ship that sails out of Karasuno, to the new country of Inarizaki. There’s great opportunity there, so I’m going.”

You were shell-shocked for a moment. Leaving? Sailing to Inarizaki? Where was this all coming from?

“But why? What about the farm? What about us?” You finally said. Your voice was already beginning to quiver pathetically as tears brimmed in your eyes.

“I’ve been training at night, so I hardly need sleep or food, and I’ll get two 10-hour-a-day jobs. I’m gonna save every penny, and in just a couple years I’ll have enough to buy a big farm and build a brand new house just for the two of us.”

“For the two of us?” Your brows furrowed and your voice was meek.

“Yes, (y/n). I love you. All these years I’ve stayed here because of you. I’ve taught myself foreign languages, made my body strong, everything, for you. I’ve been head over heels for you since I was a kid. Do you understand what I’m saying, or should I keep going?”

(By now, Kuroo had squeezed his broad frame through your window, somehow landing gracefully on the floor and sliding next to you on your bed so he could wipe away your tears with his thumb. It was a good thing he was athletic enough to do so quietly, because if your parents caught him in your room, all hell might break loose.)

“Never stop,” you mumbled dreamily.

“There hasn’t been a day—”

“You better not be teasing me, Kuroo, or I’ll have your hide,” you broke in this time. Kuroo loved to tease you, and it was normally all in good fun, but if that was the case now, then he was taking it way too far.

“I’d never joke about loving you,” he replied. “Remember all those years when you would tell me, ‘Farm Boy, do this, Farm Boy, do that’? What did I always say?”

“‘As you wish’.”

“Well, that’s just what you thought I was saying. I was actually saying ‘I love you’,” Kuroo smiled gently and ran his fingers through your hair.

All that time? You couldn’t even recall the first time Kuroo started saying ‘As you wish’ to all your commands, but apparently he had been in love with you. Before you had ever even noticed him, he was devoted to you. It sounded like a fairy tale.

“I love you too, Kuroo. I’ll never stop loving you, I swear,” you finally said.

“I’ll hold you to it, princess. I have to go now if I want to make it to Karasuno in time, but I’ll send for you soon. Promise.”

You nodded in understanding, but you couldn’t let him leave without one last kiss.

There had been five great kisses since the beginning of time. Though the precise rating of kisses is a bit convoluted and controversial (everyone knows that the formula for a great kiss is comprised of timing, affection, intensity, and duration, but there has never been a universal agreement on each element’s weight), there was no doubt that this kiss left every other in the dust.

The following morning, all you wanted to do was lay around and mope. It was perfectly justifiable, considering the love of your life had just left the country, and you wouldn’t see him for God knows how long. You wallowed in self pity for about an hour before realizing that Kuroo was out in the great big world now, and with as handsome as he was, he would surely have women throwing themselves at him.

What if all this moping destroys my beauty, and when he sends for me, I’ll arrive in Inarizaki, and he’ll take one look at me and send me back?

“Mother,” you ran downstairs, interrupting whatever petty argument your parents were having. “I need your advice. How can I better take care of my appearance?”

“You’ve never cared about your appearance, honey. Why are you asking this all of a sudden?”

“Well, I’m nearly 18 now. I figure it’s about time I start behaving a little more like a lady,” you lied. It was enough to appease your mother, and she grabbed your arm and began dragging you to the washroom in delight.

You quickly learned that taking such care of yourself was hard work; the saying, ‘beauty is pain,’ made an awful lot of sense now. But for Kuroo, nothing was too much. Every morning, you awoke at dawn to start the farm chores. You had to pick up all the slack left by Kuroo, so there wasn’t really any time for self-improvement until the afternoon, but once you started, you took it very seriously. Daily baths, simple exercises, and all the time it took to brush your hair out perfectly before bed.

If the whole town thought you were beautiful before, now they all knew you must be a contender for the most beautiful girl in the world. You, however, still had no care for how beautiful the rest of the world found you; as long as Kuroo found you beautiful. (In the coming years, you would learn that you were beautiful no matter what, and simplify your beauty routine to what you liked. As long as you felt clean and tidy, that was sufficient.)

Kuroo wrote you letters every few months, and you kept every one of them. Sometimes people would ask you how he was doing, which was a mistake unless they had a lot of spare time, because you could talk about him for hours. It was obvious that you were completely and utterly in love, and so the village boys eventually stopped trying, and the village girls warmed back up to you.

It made sense the way Kuroo’s death hit you the way it did.

The news reached your parents first. The Count (a new fellow named Iwaizumi, appointed by Prince Oikawa shortly after the last one’s death) was sent to your farm to deliver the news since it was Kuroo’s last known place of residence. You were returning from town on your horse when Count Iwaizumi was leaving your property.

“Miss,” he nodded politely as you crossed paths. You rode on in confusion, and the new Count watched you intently, much like the last one.

When you made it into the house, both your parents hushed up and looked at you with pity.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s The Crow’s Wing, darling. It was attacked,” your mother told you.

Kuroo’s ship was attacked? You furrowed your brows, “What?”

“Pirates. In the night,” your father explained.

You knew the trip across the sea would be dangerous, but you never thought it would happen to him. Sliding into a chair, you decided it might be best to sit down.

The room was quiet until you managed to squeak out, “So Kuroo’s been taken prisoner, then?”

A long sigh from your parents, and then, a, “No.”

“It was the Dread Pirate Nekomata.”

You blinked, willing back tears. The Dread Pirate Nekomata was the most famous pirate in all the world, and he never took prisoners. In all these years in his reign of terror, no one survived an attack from the Dread Pirate Nekomata.

You went to your room, and this time around, you allowed yourself to mope. For six days, you sulked, and cried, and mourned. Not once did you come out of your room, so your parents took to leaving food outside your door, which you only ever picked at meekly. During those six days in your room, you decided you would never love again.

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Trusting strangers - Chapter One

Arthur Morgan x Female reader

Summary: Reader is new to camp. Can she trust these outlaws and can they trust her?

Author notes: this is my first time ever writing anything so please no hate. Any helpful criticism is appreciated. Hopefully to be more chapters if people like it.

You woke up to the morning birds singing in the trees and the sun rising over the mountains. The smell of smoke from the burnt out fire was overpowering. The cold air surrounded you as you crept out of your blanket and quietly approached the fire in the middle of camp doing your best to restart it.

The rest of the camp were still sleeping as you sat on a log in front of the new embers to try and warm up. You had only been in the camp a couple of days as a prisoner more than a gang member. One of the men... a big strong man with a full beard and rocks for brains brought you in after he found you in the woods alone. Bill you recall him being called. The group assumed you must have been a spy of some kind and you were too weak to correct them.

Before last night, they had tied you to a wagon to make sure you couldn't run away. They fed you and swapped your clothes from the dirt ridden ripped ones they found you in. You were scared...helpless. Although no one was particularly cruel to you, no one was too kind either. They didn't trust you. Mostly because you stayed very quiet as to not draw too much attention to yourself but also because they had no idea where you had come from.

''She must be a pinkerton!'' A man said. He had black hair and dressed very smartly.

''Well..She won't tell us nothin'. She must av' been half dead when I found her wondering in the wood'' Bill had replied in a rough tone.

''Give her something to eat and she will soon be able to talk'' an older man interjected. ''Can't you see she is near starving, I doubt she is a spy. Just look at her''

''Just to be sure, tie her to the wagon over there. Don't want her taking off and giving away our whereabouts. Give her some food and then we will find out where the hell she's come from'' The man with black hair bellowed. You could see the whole camp staring in your direction as Bill lazily threw you over his shoulder and headed towards the wagon to tie you up.

You studied each and every gang member to try and work out the hierarchy and who were the kinder of the bunch.

Mary-Beth and Tilly would often come and sit near you and ask you questions but you could never fathom the words to reply. Each time they tried one of the men or a woman called 'Mrs Grimshaw' would shew them away. The men never spoke to you....they would walk by and ignore your existence. However, one man who you haven't caught the name of yet would look over to you every so often with soft eyes. A look someone would give an injured puppy. But these looks only lasted seconds before his stern face would come and jump him back to reality.

You would sometimes watch him around the camp as he did his chores and talked to the others. He seemed to be respected in the camp and many of these people relied on him. You guessed that's why he would sometimes disappear for hours on end. He was tall and broad, you could tell he worked hard as he had huge muscled features and bags under his eyes showing he hadn't had a good night sleep in weeks. The rim of his hat always seemed to cover his eyes but the few moments you caught them they were a bright blue and green. You hoped that whenever he would look at you that he would come over and let you free but he never did. In fact he never went near your wagon, almost like he was avoiding you completely. He was quite a handsom man, although very tired and rough. Whenever he spoke to another member of the group it was either comforting them or antagonising them. You couldn't work him out.

The cold night started to draw in and you could hear voices around the campfire. You tried to listen in to the talking but everyone was just out of earshot. After being tied to the wagon for two days the strength was starting to come back to your body. You were able to hold yourself up and sit properly rather than slumped over. The pain in your legs and back stung whenever you moved after being in such an uncomfortable position for so long.

''I think she must be ready to talk, don't you?'' You were able to recognise the black haired man's voice as Dutch from conversations around the camp. You heard rustling and next thing you know four men are approaching you. Their figures could only just be seen against the ever darkening sky until they came into view.

''Now'' Dutch closed in on you ''Why don't you tell me where you have come from? We have fed you and shown you kind hospitality, the least you could do in return is talk'' He looked at you intensely waiting for an answer. You were just about to speak when you were interrupted.

''You some sort of spy? O'Driscoll maybe? Can you even speak or you a mute?'' Bill spat at you.

''I ain't no mute'' You spat back, although your voice was slightly hoarse.

''Ohh she speaks'' He laughed back at you. He raised his hand to you. ''Well maybe you should learn some manners'' His hand started to come down, you closed your eyes and braced for the impact but before it can make a connection to your cheek it was intercepted. The man you had been watching with the soft eyes had grabbed his wrist and shoved it away from you.

''The hell do you think you are doin'?'' His voice was angry and baritone.

''I was gonna teach her not to speak back to the man who saved her life'' Bill confronted the man. However, the man didn't back down, his frame became bigger and his brows furrowed. He clenched his fists and Bill backed off throwing his hands in the air in surrender.

''You ain't no man if you think you can hit a lady like that'' he threw back before turning to Dutch. ''Please continue'' He gestured in a sarcastic tone.

You couldn't help but feel thankful for this man. However you couldn't help think if Bill, the mountain of a man who is as mean as they come, backed down then was this man worse? Meaner and tougher? You wouldn't like to find out.

''Why thank you Arthur''

Arthur. That was his name. Finally you could put a name to the face. His face softens as both Dutch and him turn to you.

''Miss?'' Dutch asked you to carry on.

''I ain't a spy'' You choke up the words ''I don't even know what a O'Driscoll is! I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time'' you let out a big sigh and hung your head low as if admitting defeat.

''Why were you out here?'' The fourth man smiles lightly and crouches into your view. His eyes were soft as if to try and assure you that you were safe. You remembered him being called Charles. A big, strong man that you had always seen being kind to not only the people but the animals too.

''I was dragged from my home and left out here'' It wasn't far from the truth but you were not ready to tell them everything just yet. If they didn't trust you then why would you trust them. After all you have been tied to a wagon for two days. They all stood around you whilst looking at each other. Contemplating what to do with you.

''Dutch'' Arthur looks questioningly at the man. ''May I have a word?'' Both the men walk to a quiet spot to talk in private. You watch them as they leave trying to read into what they were saying about you.

''What is your name?'' Charles speaks softly. Bill scoffs at Charles speaking to you like it was a crime against nature.

'' (Y/N) '' You whisper softly. Not daring to look him in the eyes.

''Nice to meet you (Y/N), I'm Charles. I'm sorry you have had to go through this. We are not the most trusting bunch but I assure you it is for good reason''

You smile weakly allowing yourself to look at him.

''Okay! Charles let her go'' Dutch makes his way back to you, Charles and Bill with Arthur following behind.

''We do not do this often but we want to help you Miss''

''(Y/N)'' Charles informs Dutch before he carries on.

''(Y/N), you can stay here for as long as you need as long as you can earn your keep'' He looks you in the eye and you find you can't escape his stare. ''Mrs Grimshaw will give you some chores to do around camp in the morning unless you would rather decline the kind offer''

You shake your head at the four men staring at you. You lowered your head once again to look at your wrists.

''Great!'' Duch continues ''Bill let her go. Charles find her somewhere more comfortable to sleep. I guess I will see you in the morning (Y/N)''.

Dutch turns on his heels and takes Arthur with him. As they leave Arthur looks over his shoulder to you and nods his head. You can't tell if your freedom was his idea or if this was a test to see if you would run and betray them. Either way you decided not to test the theory. Bill cut the ropes around your wrists and you rub where they had cut into your skin. Charles held his hand out to help you off the wagon and took you across the camp. He gets a bedroll from inside a tent and places it neatly on the floor.

''I know it's not a lot but I will find you something more permanent tomorrow'' He crouches beside you as you steady yourself down onto it. ''Get some rest. Tomorrow is a new day and you will find your place in the group before you know it'' He smiled once more at you before getting up to leave.

You laid on the bedroll, you were so tired and you knew you needed a proper rest. Things suddenly came rushing to your mind. What chores will I have to do? What if I don't fit in? Can you trust anyone? And is Arthur as bad as you think? Sleep came over you quickly as the bright stars filled the night sky.

"Miss (Y/N)" the voice brought you back to reality as you were sat in front of the fire on the cold morning. "Dutch tells me you are staying with us so I have a couple of things you can do" the older woman steps in front of you as she speaks. Mrs Grimshaw is very assertive to all the gang members but especially the women. As you were watching the last couple of days you saw that she was always making sure everyone was busy and if they weren't she would be on their case faster then a fly on horse shit.

You look up at the woman slowly. "Of course Mrs Grimshaw, what do you need me to do?" You grimise as you try to sound helpful while dreading what she had in store for you.

The next couple of days past quickly and you managed to gain most of your strength back. The chores weren't so bad and it helped you to get to know everyone in camp. You helped the girls with cleaning and washing of clothes. Javier, a Hispanic man with an amazing acent thaught you how to make bait for him to go fishing with. He was very sweet but you could sense that he was a flirt with all the girls so you managed to not look into his comments too much.

Charles managed to make you your own tent to sleep in and you helped him to look after the horses in return. This was one of your favourite things to do because you have always loved these majestic creatures. Plus no one bothered you when you were with the horses.

Hosea offered to take you into the little town of valentine with Karen to shop for your own clothes. He was a kind man who always seemed to make sure that you were okay and settling well. If it wasn't for him the gang might not have fed and helped you as you recognised him from your first encounter there. You accepted, it was the first time you had left the camp in over two weeks now. Riding out in the back of the waggon you took in your surroundings. The way the trees broke into heartlands and the dirt tracts filled with civilization the closer you got into town. The bright blue sky with the sun baring down to touch your skin. Breathing a sigh of relief, feeling relaxed for the first time. Valentine was a small busy town that smelt of livestock. Karen turned her nose up at this as they pulled the wagon up to the hitching post.

"Here we are ladies" Hosea announced as he hitched up and helped you both down from the wagon. "I will collect some things from the post office and meet you back here" he tipped his hat to you both with a smile before leaving.

Karen was so excited to go shopping, she explained that she has only gotten out of camp for the first time yesterday.

"Two days out of that dump in a row" she smiled "must be my lucky week" she looped her arm through yours and you both made your way to the general store.

Before you reached the store there was the sound of smashed glass as aough man was thrown from the saloon window and onto the muddy street. Th biggest man you have ever seen followed behind him dragging him to his feet and punching him in the jaw.

"Is that Arthur?" Karen ran over to join the crowd and watch the commotion. You followed behind her watching the two men throwing punches at each other. It was Arthur. The man he was fighting was twice the size of him but Arthur wasn't backing down. Javier was sat on the stairs Infront of the saloon watching among the crowd shouting at Arthur to give it everything. At first the big man had Arthur beat pinning him to the ground but somehow he got loose and beat the man to the floor. Arthur was now ontop of the man, throwing punch after lunch into his skull. His face was full of rage and no amount of punching was going to shake it. A smaller man pleaded and managed to break them up, saving the man's life from Arthur. Covered in mud Arthur rose off him and wiped the blood from under his nose before walking away.

"That's our boy" Karen exclaimed. "Come on (Y/N), let's get you come clothes" she headed back for the store.

"Are we not gonna see if he's okay?" You questioned as you gestured to Arthur.

"God no! That man gets himself into situations like these all the time, he'll be fine! Plus he ain't one for pitty" she shrugged you off. You couldn't help but be impressed, the man Arthur was fighting was clearly biger and stronger then all the men you had ever seen. But somehow he still managed to overpower him. You glanced over to see Arthur with a few of the other men from camp before walking into the store.

Browsing the catalogue it didn't take you long to find what you wanted. Two laced shirts (white and blue), dark blue pants, some undergarments and boots to finish.

"Are you sure you don't want a skirt?" Karen pleaded. "You would look so elegant in this one" she pointed out a blue long skirt.

"No thanks" you giggled at her slightly seeing her face frown.

"Alright then. Suit yourself" Karen giggled back. "At least I know you ain't trying to impress anyone" she paused to think for a second. "Have you seen anyone in camp you like the look of?" She finally asked with a raised eyebrow.

You were shocked at what she had just asked. The camp had only been your home for a couple of weeks and you still haven't spoken to everyone properly. Your eyes widen in your response.

"What? No, I'm still getting to know everyone and besides I ain't looking for any man"

Karen searched your face to see if you were telling the truth. "No one?" She sounded shocked "Charles? You both seem to get on well"

"No, Charles is a nice man but we are just friends" you said defensively.

"What about Javier?" She insisted.

You shot her an unforgiving look and shook your head.

"John? Bill? Lenny? Micha? Please say it's not Micha" she giggled.

"No, definitely not, no and I would rather be shot" you giggled back "can't you just believe I ain't sweet on anyone". You paid for your clothes and thanked the store clerk kindly before making your way back to the wagon.

"What about Arthur?" Her words made you pause for a moment. Arthur. You hadn't seen him much around camp since the night you were released from being tied to the wagon. He would come to rest for a couple of hours always bringing either money or what he had hunted that day and leave again. You never spoke to him though, you felt very intimidated by his presence especially after seeing him fighting in the street. He carried himself with such authority like he was there to protect and provide and nothing more. When he was around he mostly kept himself to himself and sometimes would get involved with some conversation but because he was rarely there you didn't know if he was someone you could trust or someone to keep at arms length like Bill and Micha. Yet something was very intreging about him, but you didn't want to explore your curiousity as you may find that he was worse then the rest of them.

"No" you shook your head in response.

"Alright then. Well, I want to be the first to know if you change your mind" Karen winked at you.

Hosea was waiting for you both with new supplies in the back of the wagon. He helped you both into the back and before you knew it you were on your way back to camp. The journey back was quick as Karen told Hosea about your day out together. She seemed extatic that she was the one out of all the girls that was able to go into town again and for a full day too. You almost felt sorry for her that she was not able to come and go from camp as she pleases. However, you could relate to how happy she was to be out of camp. It was only a short trip out but it was the best day you have had in a very long time.

When you arrived back in camp you were greeted by an Irish man you had never seen before.

"Sean!" Karen screamed and jumped into the man's arms. He caught her and spun her around before placing her on the floor.

"Hello there, did you miss me?" He laughed at her. Before placing a kiss on her cheek. You could see the way she blushed when he did this, indicating to you that she was sweet on him. "And who is this stranger?" He turned to you.

"(Y/N), nice to meet you" you jumped off the cart and went to shake his hand. He pulled the back of your hand to his lips and kissed it sweetly.

"I'm Sean and the pleasure is all mine" he cheekily smiled at you.

It was already dark when you arrived in camp. You had been out from the early hours of the morning and didn't get back to camp until late. Everyone seemed in such high spirits as you all sat around the campfire listening to Sean tell the story of how he was imprisoned. Drinks were flowing and laughs were shared. You were sat between Abigail and Charles as everyone was sharing stories and laughing.

"And there is my saviour" Sean stood up to announce, gesturing to the other side of camp. Arthur rode in and hitched his horse up, gave the stallion a good pat before heading towards the group.

"I would have happily left you there like I told you" Arthur scoffed to Sean as he sat next to the fire opposite you. You couldn't help but wonder if he was joking or not but Sean giggled and slapped Arthur on the shoulder.

"Nah you love me really Englishman" he laughed and handed Arthur a bottle of whiskey. He took the bottle and raised it to him before taking a mouthful and passing it back. This was the first time you had properly seen Arthur interact with anyone so you observed him descretly. Abigail was talking to you about Hosea teaching her how to read. You couldn't help but not focus on what she was telling you but on what Arthur was doing. He was speaking to Uncle about how lazy the man is when suddenly he looked up and your eyes met. You panic looking away but it just made it more obvious that you were clearly stareing at him. From then on you avoided looking in his direction but still listened to the convocations around the campfire. Arthur stayed quiet most of the night only getting involved with convocations that were aimed at him which he would soon brush off. You tried your best to get involved with everyone and enjoy yourself. Finding yourself sat with most of the girls talking about past loves that you happily listened too.

The party went on into the early hours with everyone singing and dancing. Dancing had never been one of your strong points so when people had started to get up and dance you got up to go 'check the horses'.

This was your chance to slip away to your tent and get some sleep. You hadn't drunk a lot because you knew Mrs Grimshaw would be on your case to clean after the party in the morning. The last thing you wanted was to have a huge hangover whilst doing chores. Your eyes became very heavy and even the singing from the dying party couldn't keep you awake.

It became the normal for you to wake before the rest of the camp. You stretched your arms above your head, tied your hair into a braid and put on your new clothes before heading out of your tent towards the campfire. The morning was dry and a crisp chill ran through the air as you strode across the camp. Everyone was still asleep in there beds as you assumed they would be and all you could think of was your morning coffee. Before you reached the fire you saw a figure sat on a log facing you with coffee in hand and the steam rising to their face. You squinted your eyes to see if you could recognise who the figure was as you edged closer. Suddenly your heart stopped as you saw the man's clothes. It was Arthur. He hadn't seen you yet as his eyes were covered by the rim of his hat as he sat quietly. Your mind suddenly told you to turn around and go back to your tent before he catches sight of you. As you were just about to turn Arthur lifted his head to catch full sight of you. Damn it, you couldn't walk away now. Slowly you made your way over to the campfire and sat on the log opposite Arthur, much like the night before.

"Mornin'" Arthur lent forward and offered you a cup of coffee. He had a big black eye from the fight the night before and a split lip.

"Mornin'. Thank you" you took the coffee from him and settled onto the log. Your heart was beating hard. In the whole time you had been in the camp you had not spoken to Arthur Morgan. You tried to think of something to say to break the silence but your mind had gone blank.

"You settlin' well?" He looked up to catch your eye.

"Yes, thank you" you replied before taking a sip of your coffee and averting your gaze. A small smirk appeared on his lips. "What you laughing at?" You said defensively.

"Nothin'" he smirked again "Do you ride? Horses I mean"

"Yes but why?" You were confused by his question.

"Jonny boy was supposed to come out huntin' with me this morning but he ain't waking anytime soon after last night" Arthur laughed under his breath. "So I need someone to ride out with me" he looked you in the eye. "My horse can't carry two deer and you seem to be the only one awake. So you comin'?" Arthur stood up from the log and finished his cup of coffee before turning to you.

"I guess. Not sure Mrs Grimshaw will be too impressed me runnin' off" Arthur's gaze sharpened on you as if he knew you were just making excuses.

"I'm sure she will be just fine, if anything I'll get in trouble for stealing you away".

And with that he strode off towards the horses. You quickly finished your coffee and followed behind him until you were at his side. Now stood next to him you realised how tall and broad this man was. You felt very small compared to him knowing that you wouldn't stand a chance trying to escape him. The overwhelming thought of going out alone with the only man in camp that you couldn't read was filling your head. You were always a really good judge of character and you were able to know all the gang members before even talking to them. However, Arthur you were just clueless. At this point you just accepted that you may never know but now you are here going out of camp for the day with him.

"Take John's horse for now. Not like he'll be missin' her today" Arthur walked over to the mare and unhitched her before turning to help you mount. However, before he knew it you had placed your foot in the stirrup and mounted by yourself. A slightly impressed smirk blushed across his face before mounting his own stallion.

You followed close behind Arthur at a steady trot out of camp. The feeling of riding overwhelmed you with happiness. It had been so long since you rode last and it was one of your favourite things to do. A huge smile was plastered across your face as you patted the mare. You came out of the trees onto a dirt track and the urge to gallop came over you. Arthur could see the look in your eye and before you knew it you were both in flat out gallop. Johns mare was fast but was not as fast as Arthur's stallion. He was slightly Infront of you looking back to make sure you weren't dropping too far behind with a smug look on his face. You were not one for races although, the thought of you beating him to the small lake you were headed too sounded more than amusing. Without a word you spurred the mare to go faster, leaning forward and taking the weight into your feet as to not sit on her back. Arthur did the same but he was too late. You had already galloped past him and we're still gaining distance between you. Once you had reached the point of destination you slowed the mare down to a canter, then trot before walking. Soon Arthur caught up to you and your face was beeming because you had won.

"Good girl" you reached down to pat the mare.

"Damn girl" you looked up expecting to see an enraged Arthur but his face was bright red and smiling. "You can ride. That mare has never traveled so fast" he took a deep breath as the race had clearly tired him out.

"Told you I could" you laughed "she can be fast huh?"

"Not with Marston riding she ain't" he leaned down and patted his horse "even Siego couldn't keep up" he looked up at you still smiling. This was the first time you saw Arthur properly smile. Maybe he wasn't as bad as you originally thought but only time will tell.

You both rode side by side until you came to a small wooded area.

"Hitch up. We will go on foot from here" Arthur dismounted and you followed suit. He reached for a bow and arrows off his saddle and you realised you had nothing with you. No shotgun or bow. How were you supposed to hunt anything?

"Arthur, I ain't got anything to hunt with" you blushed embarrassed that you had come this far with no thought of what you would hunt with.

Arthur turned to you confused. "I only needed you here so I have an extra horse to carry the hunt back. Don't need you to actually do the huntin'" he shook his head as he started to walk into the woods the smile suddenly gone from his face. "Follow close to me and keep quiet".

You couldn't help but be frustrated with his comment. Did he not think you were capable of hunting because you are a woman? You didn't question him as you were still unsure of him and didn't want to annoy him. But your face was frowned and you both avoided any eye contact as Arthur carefully started tracking a herd.

It didn't take long before you came to a herd of dear. You crouched behind some trees and Arthur shot two down in no time. He had managed to kill the big buck and a doe which would feed the camp for the next couple of days. Although you were strong you were not able to lift the doe all the way back to the horses so Arthur sent you back to get them.

As you were on your way back to Arthur with the horses you suddenly heard gunshots coming from his direction. There was no time to think before you grabbed Arthur's rifle from his saddle and ran through the trees towards him. You suddenly felt your heartbeat climb and you temperature rise as you questioned what you are running into. Did any of those gunshots hit Arthur or is he hunting something else? Could he be dead. You got past the trees and you managed to catch a glimpse of Arthur.

He was crouched behind a tree with his shotgun at the ready. There was on coming fire from ahead and you could see five men shooting at Arthur. You had the advantage because they thought he was the only target so they weren't aiming for you. Eyeing up each of the men who were shooting at Arthur, you aimed 3 shots each meeting there target in a fateful blow. Arthur managed to gun a fourth man down as you turned your aim onto the fifth. You were both now shooting at the one target who was well covered behind a tree. Without communication, Arthur carried on shooting drawing the mans attention and you snuck round to his left side. You now had a clear shot and took it. The man dropped to the floor with a thud. Before making your way back to Arthur you looted the men for all they had. As you were doing this you noticed three other men that Arthur had shot before you had gotten to him. You made over $300 and two packs of cigarettes. By the time you reached Arthur he was busy tieing the doe to the back of his horse before lifting the buck like it didn't weigh a thing.

"Who the hell was that?" You approached Arthur. He didn't respond at first and you assumed this was because he didn't know and was too busy stowing the buck. You split the money and passed half to Arthur along with his rifle. He remained quiet as he finished hitching everything onto the horses before swinging round to face you.

"Who the hell are you?" He glared at you. "You ride like you have been in a chase, you are a bloody good shot too. Damn girl, where have you come from?" He had a serious tone and didn't break eye contact with you as he closed the distance between you until he was right Infront of you looking down into your eyes. You began to feel your heart beat increase as this strong man towered over you, like you were a helpless bug waiting to be squished. He didn't break eye contact with you once and his hand was hovering over his pistle holstered in his gun belt.

As much as you wanted to keep the truth to yourself for just a little longer, at least until you could trust the gang, you couldn't avoid Arthur. Especially after what has just happened. You were defenceless against him, you had no gun and he was double your size. Running wasn't an option considering how fast he was with a gun and you wouldn't stand a chance trying to disarm him.

"It's a long story" you look up into his eyes. His face was stern and he was not willing to back down.

"We got time".

Chapter 2

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avengerscompound · 4 years ago

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It’s You and Me - Chapter 4

It’s You and Me: A Hawkeye Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count: 1735

Rating: E

Warnings: Mentions of underage sex, and mentions of past child abuse, child sexual abuse and pornography

Synopsis: You and Clint Barton go way back. Since you joined the circus as a child, he took it upon himself to keep you away from the people who really wanted to hurt you. For years the two of you danced a line between dark and light.

When he chooses light the two of you go your separate ways.

Fifteen years later he tracks you down. Those feelings the two of you shared never went away, but now he is not only an Avengers but a single father. Can the two of you make it work after all this time when your lives have gone in such different directions?

A series told in flashbacks and current day.

Chapter 4: Then

Life in the circus could move on quickly. When Clint stopped seeing you around Jacques Duquesne, he stopped worrying about you and while he did still see you around from time-to-time, the two of you didn’t have a lot to do with each other. Unless you were in his field of vision, he didn’t spare you much of a thought. He had other things that occupied him anyway.

For starters, he had this general need to be the best at what he did. He practiced archery and swordsmanship so that people would be excited to see him. Crowds would pay money and he’d earn his place legitimately and wouldn’t be made to pickpockets or run any of the scams they had going at any one time.

There was also Eden. He’d been dating her since you showed up and it was getting hot and heavy pretty fast. He didn’t feel the need to be glued to her constantly but he definitely liked being with her more than not. Though it was hard to pick out exactly what it was that drew him to her. She knew more about him than he knew about her. She seemed to like listening to him prattle on about any old thing that popped into his head. She never really gave him anything back though and sometimes he did wonder if he just liked the way she made him feel. That thought never lasted long though. She was a hot, a good listener, and even better lay, and at seventeen there wasn’t much else he was looking for.

You showed up a few months after you arrived at the circus while Clint and Eden were making out behind the trailer he shared with his brother and a couple of the other younger guys in the troop. You stood awkwardly looking off to the side and Eden pulled back and looked at you.

“Can we help you?” She asked.

“I just wanted to talk to Clint,” you said, shifting awkwardly. “Sorry.”

Eden shrugged and got up. “I said I’d go rehearse a new routine with Ringmaster,” she said. “He’s all yours.”

Clint watched her leave, his eyes almost transfixed by the way her tattoos moved as she swayed her hips, and as she disappeared around the side of the big top, he turned his attention to you. “What’s up, kid?”

“You said you could teach me some things…” you said. “Does that offer still stand?”

Clint stood and looked around. “Jacques said something to you? I thought you were looking after some of the animals.”

You shrugged. “He said that the animals were all being looked after fine before I got here, and I needed to start earning my way.”

“Right,” Clint said with a nod. “Come on.”

You hurried after him, your legs moving twice as fast to keep up with the strides he was taking. “I’ll have to start with the basics, so you might need to find something in the meantime. When I was your age they made me pickpocket to pay my way and I’d already had about eight years of training,” Clint said. “But you don’t gotta pose for any photos. We can work out some other way you can make the money.”

“Oh yeah?” You snarked. “How exactly? I don’t know how to do shit.”

“Hey, I’m trying to help you here,” Clint said. “You want it or not?”

You looked at him like you were considering changing your mind before folding your hands over your chest and nodding.

“Maybe you can be my assistant until you get better,” Clint suggested, grabbing a couple of wooden swords from the weapons case. “I can shoot apples off your head or Twizzlers out of your mouth or something. Maybe we can play up the fact you’re a kid. Have you come out in a cutesy dress with a balloon and I’ll pop it. I dunno. I’ll think of something.”

You looked down at your feet and nodded. “Why are you willing to help me?”

Clint tapped the end of the sword on the dirt in front of him. “What he’s doin’ isn’t right. You’re a kid. You shouldn’t have to go through shit like that. And it’s not right a bunch of pedos have your pics now to get their rocks off too,” he said. “We’re supposed to be a family here, and I know their moral compass is really fucked, but you don’t do that to family.”

You nodded and neither of you said anything for a moment. Clint tossed you one of the swords and you caught it easily. Clint was thankful for that at least. Being naturally coordinated would take you further with this than his training would on its own. You looked up at him and offered him a small smile. “Thanks, Clint.”

“Yeah, don’t mention it,” he said. “Gotta get good first.”

He took a stance with the sword in front of him. “I’ll show you a routine and then I’ll go through it slowly with you. Then you can try it alone and I’ll correct what you’re doing wrong.”

You nodded and Clint started.

He stayed training with you until the bell for dinner was rung. There would be a show in an hour after that so he’d have to quickly change because he was usually the opening act these days. You had been focused hard during the training and Clint was surprised how quickly you were picking things up. You didn’t have the routine down perfectly, but if he went through the moves slowly you could follow along with him just fine. If you continued to improve like this, you’d be sparring within a couple of weeks.

Clint just had to figure out how to train you, think of a way to keep training you, keep his own routine fresh, work you into that routine, and have time for a personal life. He sat down at the bench next to Barney while you went and sat with Zelda and the other animal acts. Zelda immediately started talking to you. The two of you began talking animatedly as one of Zelda’s python’s circled its way down the snake charmer’s arm and onto the table.

Eden came out of a tent with Tiboldt, the circus’ ringmaster and leader. After scanning the table came she came to sit with Clint.

“What were you doing with the Ringmaster?” Clint asked, accusatory.

He had trust issues. He knew it but found them a little hard to keep under wraps. Jealousy was big for him - maybe a psychologist would say it had to do with his father’s abuse and the fact he bounced around foster care, making him think himself unworthy of love - but Clint had never been to see one, so all he knew for sure was he didn’t trust Eden not to run around on him.

“Working,” Eden said simply and ran her hand down Clint’s spine. “You jealous, baby?”

“No,” Clint huffed, and Barney began laughing.

“Sure you aren’t,” his brother taunted.

“You don’t have anything to worry about, Clint,” Eden assured him. “I only have eyes for you, and no one is allowed to touch me except you.”

Clint looked at her, his eyes traveling up the tattoos on her neck to her perfect face, framed by her long dark curls. She leaned in and teased her lips over his and he pushed forward, capturing them and kissing her passionately. Barney made a gagging sound beside him.

“Get a room would you?” He teased.

Clint pulled back and pulled a face at his brother. “Would if I could.”

Eden laughed softly and turned Clint’s face to hers again. “Don’t be jealous.”

“I wasn’t,” Clint lied.

“What did the kid want?” She said.

Clint looked over to you. You were laughing but there was something about the way you held yourself that told him you were still on edge and ready to fight if you needed to. He didn’t trust Jacques, and he didn’t trust Eden to keep the secret well enough to stop it from getting back to Jacques. If Jacques found out that Clint was training you, not only would you end up having to pose for photos to keep your spot in the circus, but Clint would be in a world of trouble too. Jacques had once promised Clint he’d never beat him, and while it had never happened, there were times where Clint was sure it was a close call. “Just had an idea about doing a routine with me,” Clint said. “I think she wants to get out from behind the scenes?”

“Her?” Eden asked, looking over at you. “What talents does that little shit shoveler have that she can possibly make your act any better?”

“Just being my target,” Clint said. “You know, the girl on the board. She’s small enough, it’d work.”

“I could do that for you,” Eden said, running a long nail along his jawline. “Imagine that? The two of us sharing an act?”

“If you were part of my act no one would be looking at me,” Clint said. “Besides, you know Tiboldt wouldn’t agree to that.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I suppose you’re right. And I suppose it’s good the little brat should start earning her keep.”

“Yeah,” Clint said with a frown. “It’ll be fine. All she has to do is not be shot by me and that’s mostly on me.”

“And you and I both know how good you are at hitting the right spot,” Eden teased.

“Seriously, you two,” Barney said, grimacing. “I’m trying to eat.”

Clint smiled but it was a distracted smile. One he wore to cover up the turmoil of his thoughts. He’d learned a lot of things while at the circus, and among them was if he played friendly and dumb - people underestimated him. He got up and wiped his hands. “Better go get ready for the curtain call. See you in a bit.”

Eden looked up at him startled. “Okay, baby. See you then.”

Clint scowled as he wandered off. Most of the time he was just used to how fucked up everything was here because it was his normal, and much less fucked up than what he came from. Then there were times like this where it hit him like a truck and he wondered if he’d ever really get free of it.

// NEXT

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ladyinsertnamehere · 4 years ago

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Pelt

tw: unsympathetic Patton, abuse, Logan attempts to drown himself but is saved at the last minute, feel free to let me know what I should add

“Logie-bear!” The singsongy voice piped up behind him. His captor - er, his ‘boyfriend’ - was running down the length of the pier. Logan stared back down at his feet dangling over the edge, purposefully avoiding eye contact with the tall lanky figure that sat down next to him. “Whatcha doin’ out here?” Patton asked, putting his hand on Logan’s leg. “You shouldn’t be out here anyway - what would happen if you fell?”

Well, that was a good point. The water was a good way down, and Logan wasn’t sure he could swim in such deep waters. Well, he could, just not without —

Logan yelped as Patton squeezed his knee. He removed Patton’s hand from his leg and started swinging his feet more violently, staring at the crashing waves several feet below.

How he longed to be back down there, surrounded by icy water yet unfazed as the chill nipped at his nose. Twisting and gliding through the briny sea. He missed the feeling of fish scales in his sharp teeth. He ached for the feeling of transforming back. If only he could find his —

“Alright, Logie-Bogie, it’s time to go home.” Patton pulled on Logan’s sleeveless arm and heaved him back onto the beach.

The next evening, Logan was out on the beach, picking up shells and running his fingers over them, before tossing them back onto the sand. As he leaned down to pick up one in particular, another hand reached out at the same time.

“Oh! Sorry.”

“Ah, it’s okay, no problem.”

The stranger was pale as could be, with shoulder-length brown hair that had blond highlights peppered throughout. His lips were framed with a thin pencil mustache and prickly chin fuzz. His swimming trunks were lime green, and his legs were so dirty that you couldn’t tell where the sand ended and the freckles began. And his voice - OH! His VOICE! - it was so warm and deep, and so NICE.

Logan couldn’t just stand there, he had to do or say something. He looked down at the shell in his hands. “Ah! I suppose you...need this, don’t you?” he said, handing it to the stranger.

“Oh, no thanks, actually,” the stranger refused, “This one’s empty, I’m lookin’ for clams. You could keep it, if you like.”

Logan smiled as he scratched his fingernail along the ridges of the shell. This is something he liked doing since he was little. He’d come up onto the beach for an hour or so, and feel the shells in his hands. Then he’d return to the sea just in time for supper. Well, at least he did, until someone stole his —

“You’re the son of one of the fishermen, aren’t you?” Logan remembered, and the stranger nodded, pursing his lips. “Cool,” said Logan, and he stared down at the shell, shyly.

“Lo-Lo!” Patton’s voice called from a several yards away, “Who’s that you’re with? Do you know him?”

“Sorry, I’ve gotta go!” Logan turned and ran towards Patton as the stranger shouted a farewell at him.

Patton gripped Logan’s arm forcefully and scolded through his teeth, “WHAT did I tell you about speaking to strange boys?” Logan muttered an apology as his captor - no, boyfriend - dragged him home.

A few days after that, Patton had taken Logan to a small diner. Not a fancy restaurant in the slightest, just a joint on the boardwalk where you could get soda and burgers and fries, even a milkshake if you had the money. Patton was in the bathroom and Logan was scrunching and stretching his dark blue tee that he begged Patton to get him. The movement of the fabric reminded him of the sea, and the shirt was soft and form-fitting enough that it reminded him of his —

“Clam man!” Logan exclaimed happily as the stranger he met a few days ago slid into the booth opposite him.

“Well, I usually go by Remus,” he laughed, as Logan’s heart skipped a beat, “But clam man is fine too.”

“Oh,” Logan had just remembered he never introduced himself to Remus, “I’m Logan.” He extended his hand to shake.

For the next few minutes they exchanged pleasantries and talked about Remus’s father’s fishing business and Remus going out day after day to collect clams. Soon Patton came back from the bathroom and slid into the booth next to Logan. “Oh! Who’s this, Logie-poo?” Patton asked, making Remus giggle. “I met him on the beach the other day,” Logan explained, “His name’s Remus.”

“‘sa pleasure to meet you, mister...”

“Patton,” he finished Remus’s sentence, “Call me Patton. I assume you’ve met my Logie-Bear?”

Logan zoned out while the two of them spoke, leg bouncing. He looked intently at the salt and pepper shakers and tried to remember the home he had lost so long ago. He forced himself to imagine clearly the twisting and turning of the fish in the water. It has been so long that Logan was struggling to remember what it felt like. Oh, he desperately needed to find and steal back his —

“Yeah, my brother Roman doesn’t really care for the family business, so he’s gone into fashion design, and I’m really proud of him. He even runs a little shop not far from here that specializes in plus-sized clothing -“

“Oh!” Patton squeaked, then turned to his boyfriend, “Y’hear that, Lo-lo?” He playfully squished his boyfriend’s pudge. Logan had to bite his hand to keep from laughing - if Patton knew it tickled, he wasn’t going to stop tickling him.

“Hey, I’ve got a fabric that your brother would LOVE,” Patton told Remus, “It’s the most beautiful sealskin you’ll ever see!”

Logan’s heart caught in his throat. Sealskin. Patton wasn’t a hunter, and he didn’t keep sealskin around the house, except for Logan’s pe—

“Oh, no, no, his clothes are a strictly ethical line. No animal skin.”

“Awh, bummer,” Patton sounded genuinely dejected, “but I understand where he’s coming from.”

Before Logan had time to breathe a sigh of relief, Patton piped up again: “Hey, even if he won’t take it, I’m sure you can wrap it around you to protect you from the cold?”

Remus refused, but Patton persisted. Logan’s breath quickened. He excused himself from the table, bolted out the door and made a beeline for the pier.

He stripped off his shirt and his shoes and his pants as he made his way toward the water. Even if he couldn’t go home, maybe he’d just...drown. He steadied himself a few seconds and took one final breath before he jumped —

And got pulled right back again. Remus had followed him out, and had grabbed him from behind, wrapping his arms around Logan.

“Woah, there, buddy,” Remus exclaimed as he hauled Logan back into the pier. “Something wrong?”

Logan tried to say something calmly, but he could already feel tears streaming down his cheeks. “I just wanna go home,” he sobbed.

“Alright,” Remus replied softly, “I’ll get Patton and-“

“NO!” Logan exclaimed. Remus was clearly not understanding him. “Not home with Patton!” He stared out into the sea, sobbing more, “I want to go home.”

Logan had been looking away from Remus, but it was almost as if he heard it click for him. His father had told him about selkies, and he himself had caught a glimpse of one transforming once. “Oh. Well,” Remus put his hand in Logan’s, “Looks like I’ll have to take Patton up on his offer for that...um, sealskin.”

“You will be doing no such thing,” came a startlingly firm voice from behind. Patton had finally decided to catch up to the two of them. He grabbed Remus by the shoulders and hauled him into the water below.

“NO!” Logan screamed, watching him fall. Patton forcefully took his boyfriend’s hand and dragged him back along the pier.

Patton threw Logan into the house and slammed the door.

“What was that?” Patton’s voice was no longer sweet and friendly. “How DARE you betray me like that?”

Logan stuttered and stammered but was met with a hard slap to the face. Patton did NOT look happy.

“Go get some clothes on, and STAY in that room until I let you out!” Patton ordered. Fearing more violence, Logan scurried into the shared bedroom.

They both heard the knock at the door - Patton from the kitchen, and Logan muffled from the bedroom. Logan then heard the door be opened, someone being slammed against a wall, and then shouts and threats he couldn’t understand. Soon, the bedroom door clicked open, and Remus barged in, knelt down by the bed, and hauled out a safe from under it. He twisted the combination lock back and forth until it clicked and opened the door. He tossed the fuzzy mass of grey towards Logan.

His pelt!

Remus grasped Logan’s hand, and Logan immediately understood that it was time for them to run now.

Remus led him through the living room where Logan saw a similar-looking man (most likely Remus’s brother) pinning a fighting Patton to the wall in anger. Logan didn’t have much time to see the blood dripping out of Patton’s nose before hurrying out the door.

The two of them made it to the beach, and only then did Remus turn to Logan.

“Take your clothes off.”

“What?”

“Oh - I can turn away if you want. Take your clothes off so you can slip your skinsuit on.”

“Don’t call it that.”

“Just start taking your shirt off.” Remus handed Logan the seal pelt and turned away, covering his eyes with his hands.

Logan did as he was told, taking off his shirt and his pants and his underwear and pulling the pelt on over his legs. The velvety skin fit snugly over his body, just like it did when he first came out of the water.

“Hey,” Logan suddenly said. Remus turned around, hand still over his eyes, though peeking through his fingers.

“What’s gonna happen to Patton?”

“I’ll deal with the legal repercussions later.”

“I can’t just leave you here like that.”

“It’ll be okay, maybe we’ll see each other again some time.”

Logan paused a moment. “I guess...thank you.”

Remus smiled in return.

Remus watched as Logan pulled the pelt the rest of the way up. The stretch marks on his stomach and sides lined up perfectly with the dark spots on the sealskin. Logan waddled a little way into the water, pulled the skin over his head, and dove into the sea.

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Imaginary - Chapter 4

Rating: Mature for this chapter, but Explicit in future chapters

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Summary: A mysterious device throws you into the animated world of Hazbin Hotel. Once an average human living in a three-dimensional world, you’re now transformed into a two-dimensional human that has been cast into Hell. Pentagram City’s residents are curious and most harbor ill-will towards you. Charlie and the staff of the Happy Hotel take you in and offer you protection while they try and figure out how to return you to your world. That is… until you come across a certain Radio Demon with different intentions. Chapter Warnings: Suggestive language, explicit language

Previous Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3

Note: Just a reminder to my uninformed and curious folks out there: Asexuals can become aroused. Asexuals can have the desire to become aroused. Asexuals can enjoy being aroused. Asexuals can take steps to becoming aroused. Asexuals can be aroused by someone else. Asexuals can be curious about arousal. Asexuals can alternatively have no interest in arousal. Asexuality doesn’t mean that you are celibate and have no interest in sex. Do yourself a favor and do some research. Talk to your ace friends. Trust me, they’re more than happy to educate you on that subject. Brace yourselves for another fun-filled chapter!

Looking back, acting so aggressively towards the infamous demon was probably not the smartest plan. It may have been a bit premature to assume that he was making any kind of sexual advances towards you. After all, he never really confirmed that was his intention. You may have just dug yourself into an even deeper hole.

Then again… you wouldn’t put it past him considering how he carried himself and also by the way Angel Dust encouraged more illicit behavior. Even with the small amount of time that you had spent with him, it was obvious that the Radio Demon was an opportunist, and also a crafty bastard who got off on manipulating others for his own personal gain. You had wondered if there was a part of him that genuinely wanted to help Charlie with the hotel, or if he had any ulterior motives. Maybe Vaggie had the right idea about him after all.

Whatever the case, you had to be smart about this. You weren’t going to get anywhere by being so negative. However, it was also important to brace yourself for any impending threat, especially considering that you were, after all, in Hell. Cartoon or not, this place was filled with evil creatures, and you had to watch your back.

Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself to leave the safety of your room, equally curious and terrified of what would await you in this mysterious land. Stepping out into the hall, you took a moment to really look around, admiring the creepy hotel structure as well as the art on the wall. Painting of strange beings lined the halls in old, corroded frames. You weren’t sure if the creatures on the canvas were important historical figures, or if they were just members of Charlie’s family. Either way, they were haunting.

Hearing a commotion downstairs, you decided to go and investigate. Following the noises, you had eventually found yourself in a large room where Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel Dust were gathered together, bickering about something with an odd, furry cat demon who was positioned behind the bar next to them with an annoyed look on his face.

Upon seeing you enter, Charlie cut the conversation short, forcing a nervous grin. “Oh, hey there! How’s it going?”

Keeping your expression neutral, you replied, “I’m hanging in there, thanks. Am I interrupting something?”

“Not at all!” she assured you, clearly deflecting. “We were just, uh… discussing tactics to get you home. It would help if we had a little more to go off of. Can you tell us more about you?”

“Just ask Alastor,” Angel suggested, wiggling his eyebrows. “The two a them were gettin’ real familiar upstairs. I’m sure he’d be happy to fill you in.”

“Um. What?” Vaggie snapped, her expression equally enraged and horrified.

Glaring at the spider-demon, he merely blew a kiss at you in return before snickering fiendishly, eager to see how this would play out.

“He came to my room after the two of you left,” you admitted, noting the nervous glances between Charlie and Vaggie. “It wasn’t a big deal. We just talked.”

“Oh, honey,” Angel began. “You was doin’ a lot more than that. These walls talk, babe. And these walls told me they saw you two in bed together.”

Oh, fuck. Not good.

Charlie looked horrified while Vaggie seemed to be on the brink of a conniption. “No, no, no, it wasn’t like that,” you urged, putting them slightly at ease. “He was trying to help me.”

“How is being in bed together helpful to your cause?” Vaggie pressed, clearly not buying it.

“He did something to me… I’m not even sure. He said that he could help me and then he put his hand on my head. Next thing I know, I’m blacking out. I woke up later in the bed, and he just happened to be lying next to me. That’s it.”

Angel Dust rolled his eyes, crossing one set of his arms in disbelief while Vaggie pursed her lips in a disappointed manner. Charlie took a moment to find her words before she asked, “What exactly did he do to you?”

“Apparently, he could see inside my head. By looking through my memories he could see what my world looked like. I’m not sure how that’s beneficial. Maybe he just wanted to see if I was telling the truth. He didn’t say. He’s… weird.”

“That’s an understatement,” Vaggie murmured, earning a chuckle from the cat-demon behind the bar.

“Was that all?” Charlie inquired curiously.

“Yeah, toots. Was that all?” Angel teased, biting his lip to keep from laughing. Ugh, he was going to be the death of you.

“He tried to make a deal with me,” you finally divulged.

“Hijo de puta,” Vaggie seethed, baring her teeth in anger.

Swallowing thickly, Charlie asked, “What kind of deal?”

Shrugging your shoulders awkwardly, you replied, “If he succeeded in somehow returning me to my world, he wanted me to take him with me. I guess he thinks my world would be entertaining for him.”

You glanced at Angel, knowing that he was well aware of the other services that Alastor allegedly offered you. Pleading with your eyes, you hoped that he would take pity on you and keep his mouth shut just this once.

A smirk graced his lips as he considered your silent request. Much to your relief, he kept quiet. You’d probably pay for that later, but it was worth it to avoid more horrified expressions from the others.

Charlie wrung her hands together nervously while Vaggie approached you, worrying her lip. “Please tell me that you didn’t make a deal with him.”

“No!” you confirmed, shaking your head. “Of course not. I barely know him.”

“You gonna give her a history lesson? Looks like I’m not the only one around here who isn’t familiar with the Strawberry Pimp,” Angel drawled, now apparently bored of the topic.

Rolling her eyes, Vaggie sighed with exasperation. “Alright, look. No one knows how he’s accomplished so much since arriving in Hell. Overlords that have ruled Hell for centuries were no match against him. To prove his dominance and establish a reputation, Alastor pretty much massacred anyone who posed as a threat to his power. He broadcasted his carnage all throughout Hell, the mere savagery of his slaughters attesting to his abilities. That’s how he got his name, “The Radio Demon”. How original, right?” she jeered.

Furrowing your brows, you continued to listen intently. “It’s still unclear as to how he attained the power to overthrow our world’s most ancient and devastating evils, but it’s evident that he's a nefarious demon and dangerously unpredictable--capable of unimaginable destruction.”

Holy fuck. You knew he was dangerous, but you had no idea what he was actually capable of. And you had the audacity to berate him.

Struggling to keep from trembling, you asked, “So… if he’s so dangerous, why are you partnering with him?”

Charlie smiled timidly, trying to maintain her optimistic demeanor. “He offered his expertise because he supports what we’re trying to do here!”

“You cannot possibly believe that,” you countered skeptically.

“I don’t,” Vaggie barked back, scowling. “I want nothing to do with him.”

“Vaggie, come on,” Charlie implored. “We’ve been over this. We’ve got to at least give him a chance. Everyone is capable of redemption. He hasn’t done anything to hurt us or the hotel. He could be the best thing to happen to this place. Other than you,” she finished with a smile, earning a flirtatious eye roll from her girlfriend.

“You could always try commanding him to leave,” Angel taunted. “I’d like to see how Hell’s princess pairs up against Hell’s most powerful demon.”

It was then you remembered hearing her mention that she was a princess the day before when she had saved you from the mob. In all of the calamity, it had completely slipped your mind. “Wait, so you’re actually a princess?” you asked. “How does that work?”

“Jesus, you really are from another world, aren’t you?” Angel interjected, reaching for a drink at the bar. “Ever hear of Lucifer? The Big Bad of Hell?”

Nodding your head, Angel then pointed to Charlie. “That’s his kid.”

Your eyes were probably the size of baseballs as you stared at Charlie, completely at a loss for words. “It’s really not a big deal,” she assured you, her face flushed with embarrassment, which only added to her already rosy cheeks.

“Wait, you’ve been here for less than a day. How do you even know about Lucifer?” Vaggie questioned.

“I mean… I don’t know about your Lucifer,” you clarified, trying to find the right way to explain yourself. “In my world, Lucifer isn’t an actual person. He’s more of a myth, or a religious figure, depending on who you ask. There’s stories about him and no one knows if he actually existed. He’s always been portrayed as evil incarnate. He brought sin to the world and God cast him down into Hell. That’s the extent of my knowledge.”

“Interesting,” Vaggie commented, pressing a finger to her lips inquisitively. “Your world’s version of him isn’t too far off. Rest assured, he’s real. And he’s not really a fan of our business.”

“Yet,” Charlie corrected her.

“Yet,” Vaggie agreed, grinning slightly.

“Wow,” you huffed, trying to comprehend everything.

“I know that this is probably a lot for you to take in,” Charlie sympathized, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I can’t even imagine what you’re going through, but we’re going to help you. All of us.”

“Speak for yourself,” the cat-demon commented before taking a swig of his booze.

“Oh! I forgot to introduce you! This is Husk. He’s a friend of Alastor’s--”

“I ain’t his friend!” he barked back, seething. “That stupid son of a bitch dragged me in here outta nowhere! I’m just biding my time until the booze runs out.”

“Got it,” you acknowledged, thoroughly enjoying his callousness. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“I can’t say the same,” he grumbled, reaching for a new bottle of alcohol after pitching the old, empty bottle behind him.

Clapping her hands together, Charlie quickly changed the subject. “Right! Let’s get started! What can you tell us about how you got here?”

It was mostly a blur, but you tried your best to concentrate and remember exactly what had happened. “I was out with my friends and we had passed by this old thrift shop,” you began, trying to recall the details. “It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. I was looking around and saw an old television set on display. It looked like it was at least fifty years old, still in prime condition. I love that kind of retro stuff. I remember grabbing the remote for the t.v. to see if it still worked. I pressed the power button, and bam!” You threw your hands up dramatically for affect. “That’s the last thing I remember.”

Charlie hummed in thought, looking to Vaggie for her input. “I’ve never heard of anything like that,” the moth-demon thought aloud. “Could it have been cursed?”

“That kind of stuff doesn’t exist in my world,” you countered. “Magic and curses and stuff… none of that is real. It’s all mythical.”

“If none a that stuff is real, how do you explain this place, sugartits?” Angel chimed in, cackling.

He wasn’t wrong. You weren’t sure how to explain your situation. “I… I don’t know,” you stammered. “Maybe magic is real. Or maybe it’s something other than magic. Of course, there’s always the very real possibility that I’m just insane and all of this is in my head.”

“Oh, no, my dear,” an eerily familiar voice resounded ominously throughout the room. “I’ve been in your head, and I can assure you… you’re as sane as I am.”

Everyone was looking around frantically, wondering where Alastor was hiding. Moments later, a shadow appeared on the floor close to your feet, causing you to jump back and yelp as it grew rapidly until the Radio Demon himself materialized next to you, grinning widely. You briefly caught the glares and nervous expressions from the others out of the corner of your eye as he loomed over you. Wincing at his misguided assurance, you replied, “Great. That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“Ha! I do so enjoy your brazen disposition,” he jeered boisterously.

Your automatic response was to bite back with an aggressive jab, but after hearing what he was capable of, you instead avoided his gaze as you fought back the urge to antagonize him.

Immediately picking up on your hesitance, he carefully gauged your reaction as he stepped closer to you. “Now, now, darling. No need to muzzle yourself.” He then reached forward to place one of his slender fingers under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. It took everything you had to remain still and maintain eye contact rather than smack his hand away.

Baring his teeth in a leering smile, his eyes morphed into intimidating red slits as he purred softly. “We are going to have so much fun.” Tags: @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice @edgy-drama-queen @chasingfireflies1999 @galaxy-meteor @cecidit-31 @shadowclawstudio88

#hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x you #hazbin alastor #radio demon #charlie magne #hazbin charlie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin angel dust #alastorxreader #alastorxyou #self insert #afab

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bonniearden · 5 years ago

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hello! ❤️ stumbled across your blog and saw your hcs were open! hc for arthur and john x f!reader who gets really bad anxiety attacks during storms/any type of bad weather? was hit with some tornadoes and power outages and winds and i can’t stop panicking :( need the boahs to cheer me up haha

Arthur Morgan and John Marston HC’s: “Comforting Female! Reader During Bad Weather “

Saw this and got to work! I live in the Philippines so we tend to also get a lot of typhoons/storm surges. Tried making it longer to compensate for such a late reply. Hope you’re doing okay, anon. You can do this! Best wishes : )

(tw: Anxiety Attacks)

Arthur Morgan

Arthur noticed.

Noticed how you were no longer breathing right, how you bit at your nails and glanced wearily at the rattling window panes, how your palms wanted to shoot up to your ears and block out the noises that made you shiver with harrowing distress.

Noticed how you tried to shut off your thoughts–tried to keep quiet, but only grew more disconcerted as the quiet soon became louder and louder.

Enveloping you, suffocating you.

He’s about to call your name, yet amidst the shrieking lightning and the thunder’s booming response, all he hears is the sudden choke of your voice–the heavy rising and collapsing of your chest.

A tiny cry.

And he doesn’t even bother to ask.

Arthur crosses the room in strides, arms urgently stretching out as he reached to hold you. Assess you.

His bare palms folded around the apples of your cheeks, warming them up from the wind’s harsh whispers.

“Shh, shh.” He coos. “Just breathe, darlin’”

The man’s rough voice is delicate and quick, easing through his lips in that familiar drawl, “What happened?”

You swiftly grab a hold onto his steady digits, looking down at his feet as you tried to regain some semblance of composure–albeit frustratingly so.

“I-I’m, I don’t know, I feel anxious–”

Outside, the abrupt shrill of the night sky explodes into a cacophony of pouring rain, a bright burst of light painting your silhouettes onto Shady Belle’s creaking walls. You whimper, startling in your spot as you all but jumped at the sound.

Things seemed to click then.

Arthur curses softly, hands immediately guiding you into his giving embrace. “Alright, angel,” He mumbles, firmly speaking over the volume of the storm, “It’s okay, c’mere.”

You seemed to let out a sob at that, “God, I’m sorry–”

The cowboy’s hand goes up to the crown of your head, keeping you tenderly in place.

“Ain’t nothin’ to be sorry about. Happens even to the best of us.”

Arthur holds you comfortably, rubbing circles over the withering shape of your form, barely even minding your frightened hands that would grip his coat like an anchor to shore.

“Want me to stay?” He whispers after a while.

You might as well have said please by the way you clung tighter to him.

Though the cowboy knew at that point what had been the cause of your worries, he finds that had it been anything different, nothing would have changed.

Nothing would have changed how he sat you down on your cot, folding up pillows that suddenly felt softer than they did before.

Nothing would have changed how he unlaced your boots and his, palms moving almost reverently.

Ministrations that glided not without rhythm, not without prose.

Muttering sweet nothings whilst he tucked you between his folded legs, chest expanding and constricting as you leaned softly against his broad torso.

Bodies curling into a fetal position.

Nothing would have changed how Arthur’s shoulders instinctively squared around your own–consoling you, securing you: the wordless affirmations of your safety, of his presence.

How he coaxes you to breathe in tandem with his own sweet exhalations. Counting one, exhale, two, exhale…

Stilling your heart, stilling your mind.

Once in a period of general rest, he picks up his sketchbook.

And from his charcoaled grip sprung the images of trees and flowers.

Things that reminded you undoubtedly of spring.

Your busy eyes were swayed by the steady looping and gliding of graphite on paper–

–whilst your ears drew comfort from the clemency of his words–that of which fanned over your cheek and above your shoulder, and sometimes hummed in broken, rough stories.

“Breathe, sweetheart, it’ll be okay,”

Arthur’s thumb drifts over your own, moving back and forth in consistent, subconscious efforts.

Little by little, the storm would dwindle away, its roar growing gentler and gentler as it slowed down to an ambient drizzle.

Your eyes, however, would flutter shut long before it stopped.

Arthur’s palm still yet to be unentangled from yours.

Their combined weight, almost feather like, resting peacefully atop the rise and fall of your chest, as you drifted easily into slumber.

John Marston

It didn’t help that you weren’t in camp.

Camp, where Uncle’s fussing and Arthur Morgan’s reproaching stretched to no end. Camp, where ambient voices shut out your worries and drunken songs reminded you that you weren’t confined in some beaten cabin strewn about the woods.

The night was looming–that much one could tell–but heaven’s downpour of rain stole whatever benefits rest could afford you.

The weather was unsettling, ominous. Dreary–like a steady sea that began to sway just ever so slightly against the sweeping winds.

The hammock you laid in creaked and thrashed in a way that made your stomach churn with bile.

You would throttle in your sleep, helplessly counting your breaths as vertigo wormed its way through your head.

With John already settled in, and the storm outside pouring like hail over the cabin’s rotting rooftops, you chose to silence yourself, holding each and every string of hot air that begged for escape out your trembling lips.

You masked desperately at your panic, actively keeping out any incessant thought about the thundering skies or the pitter pattering that didn’t yield at your pleas.

It hits then. The painfully familiar gasps, the harsh breathing.

Just about enough to startle John awake.

He finds you thrashing upright from your hammock, legs flailing as you struggled to get a firm grip on your fickle sheets.

The force pushes his own bed, effectively chiding a surprised croak of your name from out the depth of his chest. Yanked freshly from slumber, John grows defensive, hands bolting for a gun.

“The hell is it–” He begins protectively, staring at the shadow of your back, expecting some form of response– a shout.

Till he realizes that you weren’t speaking–body too frozen into spot. There are no thieves around (as ironic as that’d be), no angry Pinkertons, nor stray, ferocious animal.

Just you.

John stares for a moment, coming down from his adrenaline high as the echo of the storm clung to the walls.

He’d be uncertain, unsure, yet already rounding your position–immediately coming face to face with the unravelling of a once delicate composure.

The thunder claps, striking the turbulent air, and it sends enough of a jolt through you to have your gaze align frantically with his.

Your fear is something he recognizes almost immediately.

The panic in your eyes an emotion he can so painfully recognize.

“Are you–”

“…you scared of the rain?” He asks unsurely–quietly, but concerned nonetheless. Your only reply is a mix between a gasp and a shaky breath; such an awfully distinct sound that titillated on a sob.

John Marston fumbles for a moment–but he knows that heart-racing weariness. He’s felt it on the days when he was a child on the run, fearing death–feeling anger. He seems to understand.

John kneels to your level, eyes meeting yours whilst he gently places his palm atop the one that was clutching tightly at your undershirt.

“Alright, just–”

He inhales, gathering his composure–guiding you. Desperately trying to mirror what Hosea and Dutch (even Arthur) once did for him.

“Just breathe with me now.”

Nodding with bleary eyes, you curl your hold round his wrist, focusing your attention into following his movements.

“That’s it,” He’d encourage you, his voice scratchy with a foreign tenderness, “You’re doin’ okay.”

“Stay, please.” You choke out after a while. He looks at you, brown eyes the deepest they’ve ever been.

He doesn’t know where it comes from, but it’s a natural reaction, a natural urge. John stutters for a moment, though eventually succumbs to the flow of his movements.

He goes with his gut.

When the storm roars just outside the cabin, and twigs smack dead center in the folds of the windows, the man wraps his arms around your waist, and hugs timidly at your form–the feel of his lean frame, a great consolation.

You expect yourself to go stiff with discomfort, instead you find yourself leaning into his embrace, eyelids falling shut as though to suppress the sudden burn that surged from behind your trodden stare.

He squeezes your shoulder, “Ain’t goin’ anywhere. Don’t you worry.”

So John Marston stays, he makes himself spare and stays, that initial uncertainty gradually fading once he grasps the levity of your state.

He does all he knows he can.

He guides you back to lay on the hammock, sitting around edge of its sturdy canvas, back turning to look at you whilst his feet subconsciously rocked the bed to and fro.

John tells you he’ll just be right here, that there was nothing to worry about.

Occasionally, in the moments he thinks he sees your eyelids sinking, he’d bring his palm up to your forehead and tentatively brush away the tiny tresses that clung to its sweat. His voice quietly imitating a few songs he’s think he heard Javier sing around the camp.

They’re dry and awkward attempts, but they fill out the white noise you so earnestly wanted gone.

The ambience of the camp. The feel of home.

When you feel sleep claim you, John lights a lamp and sits it visibly at the front of your makeshift bedding, allowing its warm, orange glow to eat away at the darkness that consumed your room.

He lingers there, swaying you gently to sleep.

You keep your pupils trained to its light, attempting to steady your breaths, as you felt its comfort gradually grow from within you.

–feeling it even more when his weight dips behind the hammock and folds around you just slightly.

“It’ll turn out okay,” He tells you, no longer thinking twice as his arm rests lightly over your waist. Holding you close.

The empty wind drifts by the gap left by two unmet bodies, carrying no sound, but only the chill of the weather.

You don’t shiver, you don’t tremble. You only close your eyes, and think about the comforting weight on your hip, breath calming when your hand perches upon it.

As it is a cold that simply won’t withstand the warmth emulating within you.

A warmth that carried to the break of next day’s mildewed morning, where you find John still asleep next to you, and the light of last night’s lamp still flickering brightly.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr2 fandom #rdr2 john marston #john marston #john marston x reader #rdr2 arthur morgan #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 matchups #rdr2 fanfic #rdr #requests and match-ups still open!#anon #ask away

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doginshoe · 5 years ago

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A Flicker Of You - September 1st

Summary: Ghost AU. If you could change someone's fate, would you? Death is at the end of everyone's road and always comes when you least expect it. It’s irreversible, except maybe for a flickering soul who haunts her own life and is shown that the red string stretches even into the afterlife.

Part 1.

Pairing: Nalu

Genre: supernatural, mystery, humour

Natsu stuffed his hands into his pockets, hot breath mixing with the cool air to form a puff of fog. His dark eyes shifted uneasily over his surroundings, occasionally letting out a hiss as he tripped on a stump covered in crumpled dried leaves or having his foot sink into the wet dirt, suctioning onto the bottom of his shoes. He felt the itch to whine as he and his friends trudged further into the woods. Though, he knew his pride would never allow him to voice his own thoughts.

The young man didn’t think that Gajeel had meant this when he called them to have a ‘bit of fun,’ as he had described it.

Heading into the woods by the outskirts of Magnolia in the cold and middle of the night had never made Natsu’s list of fun. Not once. The tall pine trees made him feel small, their shadows making the forest even darker as it blocked out the pale moonlight and every snap of a twig had the hairs on his arm standing on end. He wouldn’t admit it, but the east forest had always given him the creeps and he generally tried to avoid it.

It was a feeling he couldn’t shake. Ever since he had come here in his junior year - a stupid bet to see who could last the longest out in the ‘haunted woods.’

It had been fine at first. Natsu didn’t believe in monsters, or anything supernatural. Especially not ghosts. There was nothing in this forest that could hurt him. Except a wild animal, or possibly a serial killer, but he had shoved that thought to the back of his mind and laughed as he and his friends all ventured into the thick foliage.

He shook his head, pushing back down the growing knot in his stomach as his mind veered to what that stupid bet had led to. He had hit his head back then. That was all. Though, Natsu still couldn’t wipe away the memory of what he thought he saw that day.

The air had nipped at the back of his neck and the overhanging dark branches left him feeling uneasy as the wood forked out like a skeletal cage. The spring fog had blanketed the floor, the forest pitch black as the grey clouds covered any light that would filter through the trees. He couldn’t shake the sense that there was someone behind him, his smile slowly fading as he kept glancing back - eyes flicking from side to side before turning around to the back of his friends who were all pushing each other as they screamed out into the night.

He wasn’t afraid of anything, at least that’s what he had repeated to himself. There was nothing that he couldn’t protect himself from, and if he could fight it then he saw no reason to be scared.

Natsu still believed that.

Though, that night - he had stiffened when a chill had climbed up his spine, paralyzing him in place. He frantically searched for his friends that had been just ahead of him and felt his throat close up before he could speak. Yet, their forms had disappeared as the expanse of the forest stretched out before him. His stomach had dropped as he smelt the stale scent of perfume and he immediately jerked his head behind him.

Then he saw it. The light burned at his eyes, yet Natsu couldn’t bring himself to look away. He was stock-still as he locked eyes with… something. The wind picked up around him, pink locks whipping across his face as he heard a soft voice whisper into his ear.

“Please. Help me.”

The light got brighter until he eventually had to force his eyes to close and then he had awoken, chest heaving and drenched in sweat. His green eyes were blown wide as he came face to face with his friends who had all gathered around him. He had refused to calm down, pushing himself across the ground, smearing dirt along his jeans as he fisted clumps of leaves and rocks in his hands.

It had taken them a moment before he would listen to them. His best friend, Lisanna, was called out in the middle of the night so that she could take him home as he couldn’t stop shaking. They were convinced he was concussed. Though, nothing he had experienced had ever matched with what they said. Except for the gash across his cheek that indicated to them of his nasty fall once they had found him unconscious at the bottom of a steep hill.

Natsu rubbed at the prominent scar that had been left on his face from that night as he swallowed and looked over his shoulder, fisting the cloth of his pants inside his pockets before he tried to steady his breathing. That same feeling seemed to be resting on his shoulders at this moment - the lingering weight that had him rushing to keep close to Gray who stood a step ahead of him.

Natsu had sworn to himself that he would keep his distance from this place no matter what. Yet, he had allowed himself to be dragged out once his shift had ended at the ghoulish hour of 2am and he followed begrudgingly after Gajeel and Gray.

“What’s wrong? You scared or somethin,’ Natsu?”

He looked back up, eyes locking with his friends that had a smirk playing on his lips causing Natsu to scowl.

“Of course not!” He yelled, pulling his foot from the mud and taking another step after them. “I would never be scared of some shitty forest.”

Gray pulled a face, his smirk disappearing as his lips twisted into a frown and brows drew inwards. “Shitty forest? What the fuck does that even mean?” He turned his eyes up, gliding over the large trunks that towered over them as they walked before his smile returned. “You’re just mad that you’re scared of some trees.”

“Why don’t you come a little closer and say that.” Natsu gritted his teeth, fists already raising as Gray turned around and stopped. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted as a screech resounded throughout the woods.

Natsu jumped back and all eyes turned up as an owl flew overhead, large wings spread out as it came to perch on one of the branches above them. It ruffled its feathers, head twisting around as it stared at them with large yellow eyes that seemed to be illuminated in the dark. A moment passed between the trio, the silence of the forest consuming them once again until Gajeel laughed.

“Ghi-hi, Not scared, huh?”

Natsu buried his face further into his scarf, grumbling as he did so, “I just got caught off guard is all.”

Gray clapped a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t suppress his grin as he chuckled alongside Gajeel. “Sure. Don’t worry – I won’t tell anyone how chicken shit you are.”

“Yeah.” Gajeel started walking again, adjusting the bag hanging off his shoulder. “He won’t, but I sure as hell will.”

He shrugged off Gray’s hand, as they both started to laugh once more, and trudged after the leading male. “What are we doin’ out here anyways? You never even told us what you had dragged us out here for.” Natsu dug his hands further into his pockets, almost as if he could feel the air bite through his clothes. “It’s fucking freezing.”

“Speak for yourself. I think it’s nice out,” Gray murmured from his side and he threw him a burning glare, ready to butt heads with his raven-haired friend who let the breeze cool his exposed arms in his singlet.

“We’re conductin’ an experiment of sorts.” Gajeel ignored the bickering, his gravelly voice drawing both males’ attention. “Shrimp and I have another score to settle.”

“What?” Natsu shouted, “We’re out here cause you had another disagreement with Levy?”

Gray crossed his arms, his scowl mirroring Natsu’s annoyance. “You can’t bring us along every time you have a bet with your girlfriend. Especially when we all know you’re going to lose.” They both nodded in perfect sync. “That’s what you get for dating someone who’s too smart for you.”

“Oi,” Gajeel turned around, eyes blazing as he raised his fist at them, “Shrimp and I are neck and neck! And I ain’t losin’ this time around so expect a new winner after this.”

Gray rolled his eyes. “Yeah? So what exactly are we ‘experimenting’ with then?” His face didn’t change from it’s uncaring expression as he waited for Gajeel to answer. Though, Natsu felt himself lean back a bit, his muscles stiffening as their friend laughed into the night.

“Ghi-hi, we’re…”

The pause had a shiver run up Natsu’s spine and he only realised how creepy Gajeel really looked cloaked in the forest’s shadows with his piercings glinting in the slithers of light that shone down on them.

“...ghost huntin’.”

He raised up his arms, moving his fingers for extra emphasis as his lips quirked up into a wicked smirk. His black hair fell forward, framing his mischievous expression as his red eyes lit up with his excitement.

Gray scoffed. “You have to be fucking with us.”

Though, Natsu froze up. His eyes blew wide, much like a rabbit staring a predator in the face as he took in a sharp breath. The urge to turn around pricked at the base of his neck as the hair on his arms rose and he took an involuntary step backwards - the crunch of leaves sending shivers all the way up from his ankle.

The weight on his shoulders made his knees weak as he swallowed. If he were to actually believe in those types of things then maybe he would’ve caught onto the familiar scent that seemed to pass in the second he took in a deep breath of air, or the shift in temperature as he suddenly felt way too hot in his jacket. But, he didn’t believe in that. He didn’t believe in ghosts and it was just his nerves messing with him from that night he had hit his head all that time ago.

Natsu shook his head, rolling his shoulders as he tried to brush off the anxiousness that was making knots in his gut.

His actions weren’t noticed by his friends. Both gearing up as Gajeel breathed air out his nose, fists clenched as he gritted out his rebuttal to Gray's disbelief.

“They are too real! N’ I’m gonna prove it.” He stuck a thumb towards his chest before he brought it back to point at the man in front of him. “To you and Lev’s.” His smirk turned into a grin, large and full of teeth. “Shrimp won’t even know what hit her when I tell her about the spooky shit we got goin’ on here.”

There was a pause before Gray spoke again, looking completely unimpressed as his dark locks swayed in the slight breeze in the forest. “Right. And you expect to find these ‘ghosts’ how?” He unlocked his arms from their place crossed against his chest, bringing up two fingers to quote Gajeel.

The Cheshire smirk was back in place as Gajeel tapped his nose. “I’ve done my research. Don’t doubt that, Ice Queen.”

He turned back to walking and Gray fought the urge to roll his eyes again, following his hard-headed idiotic friend - Natsu doing the same as he looked around hesitantly.

“You didn’t think I just took you out into the east forest without being prepared, would ya?” Gajeel shouted over his shoulder. “I’ve got it all worked out.” They continued trudging through the forest, yet his voice accompanied the wind now instead of the three men walking in silence.

“It might not be apparent to you two idiots, but there’s a helluva lot of signals if you’ve got the trained eye - and if you prepare for the right circumstances.” He snickered, “Ghi-hi, we’ve just gotta find the right spot. Then you’ll see.”

Gray couldn’t help himself as he spat. “Absolute bullshit. You just read about this on wikipedia, didn’t you?”

Natsu swallowed, hands squeezed tight in his pockets. He made sure to clear his voice before he spoke, forcing himself to join into the conversation as they continued to walk, “Yeah. Ghosts aren’t real, Metal Head.”

Gajeel stopped abruptly and held up a hand causing the two behind him to come to a halt. Both of the males raised a brow, but he only jostled in his pocket to pull out his phone. There was a moment as he fiddled with the device and then he held it up, the screen calling Levy.

“Just what in the world do you think you’re -”

“Shhhhh,” Gajeel hushed, a piercing glare being thrown at a grumbling Gray as they waited for the call to connect. Though, there was only the steady beep that followed as it failed.

Natsu would’ve hoped that meant there was no signal out here, but the shit eating grin that formed on Gajeel’s face was enough for him to know that it wasn’t the only thing it was telling the self-named ‘ghost hunter.’

He took in a breath of air. “I think this is it.”

Natsu looked over their surroundings. This part of the forest looked the same as the rest of what they had seen on the walk here. He didn’t know what he had been expecting - an alter? Or maybe a small clearing. Yet, the trees here seemed to close in and tower above them, the foliage so thick on the ground that he sunk down to his shins.

“You’re full of it,” Gray countered, but the dark haired male was already stepping forward as Gajeel started unzipping his backpack and was handing off the contents to his friend.

Natsu’s eyes blew wide. “What’d ya think you’re doing with all that shit? You planning on killing us and starting a porno out of it?” He watched Gray fiddle with the camera, large and chunky as he held it with both hands whilst he booted it up. The next thing was a tarp as Gajeel smoothed it over the ground before his eyes looked up at Natsu with an annoyed look. “I don’t know about Gray, but I am not into this!”

“Not today, punk.” He placed a candle on the floor that looked like it was from Kmart until another camera followed - smaller in size that Gajeel set beside him. “Now, what’re you doing just standing around ‘ere? Help me would ya.”

He had to stop himself from grumbling, only narrowing his brows as he came to kneel on the tarp that he had set down on the ground, crunching underneath his added weight. “What do you want me to do?”

The smile he got in return made him feel uneasy. “You’re gonna play the main part, pinky.”

Natsu watched as he finally pulled out the last thing. A box. There was no branding. Just a plain, stale white box that was ripped on the edges and looked as if it was falling apart whilst being lined in a thick layer of dust. Gajeel handled it carefully as he pulled open the side and slid out a wooden board that had Natsu reeling back.

“I’m not fucking using that!”

“Don’t be such a pussy, Natsu,” The man in front of him chided, ”All you’ve got to do is slide this thing around and say some shit. Come on - you owe me.”

Natsu scowled. “I don’t owe you shit. And why can’t you or Gray do it?”

“I’m filming,” Gray shrugged, a smile on his face as he seemed to focus the camera on Natsu’s disgruntled expression.

Gajeel shoved it further into his face. “And I’ve got to make sure he doesn’t miss anything by setting up another angle. This has gotta be good if Shrimp is gonna accept the fact that I’m right, Knucklehead.” His pierced brows narrowed. “And you remember when I worked a double shift last month to cover ya ass. Don’t think that I would forget about that.”

“Fine.” Natsu grabbed the board alongside the planchette before he shoved it on the ground in front of him.

“Wait-” Gajeel lit the candle and placed it in front of the board before he pulled back as he fiddled with the camera. “I’ll tell ya when I’m ready.”

The nerves built up in Natsu’s gut, his eyes burning holes in the board as he looked over the numbers and letters marked in ink on the wood. He had seen an ouija board enough times in movies to know what it was, but had never actually had one or used it. He didn’t mess with shit like this. It was unrealistic and he had seen people crack the myths surrounding them so he saw no point. Yet, he couldn’t help feeling on edge - a strange sensation pulling through his hair as the wind eased off.

He didn’t like this.

“Off you go.” Gajeel was grinning as he held up the camera alongside Gray. “It’s time to get summoning!”

Natsu eased his eyes back to the camera before he grumbled, pulling up his scarf as he grabbed onto the planchette. It was smooth between his fingers and he sucked in a quick breath as he slowly put it onto the board. He hesitated, but not from the ouija board. Natsu could feel something in the air, the similar presence stirring up more memories of that night that he had tried to push down. The candle flickered as the hairs on his neck stood up, yet he hadn’t started moving.

He flicked his eyes to the side of him. There was no zap of energy as he had his hand firmly pressed against the wood, but the feeling of something behind him was growing and he couldn’t help but feeling more anxious as more time passed.

“Hurry up.” Gray drawled, shoulders sagging as he looked bored. “Let’s just get this over with so we can go home.”

“Right.” Natsu sucked in a breath. The quicker he proved that there was nothing out here the quicker he could go home and sleep. He would be out of this stupid forest in no time and then he could never step foot in here ever again. A new life rule that he would follow - do not fuck with this east forest.

He cleared his throat. “Is, uh... anyone here?” It felt weird asking the question out loud, waiting for a response from the board as silence met the three males. Natsu tried to keep his hand loose, but his muscles were tensing as he struggled to keep his cool. His patience was wearing thin as the minutes passed - eyes flicking up occasionally to check their surroundings.

“I told you this was bullshit, Gajeel,” Gray stated, but the male in turn raised up a hand.

“It takes time!” He shouted, “Ya have to wait. Natsu, ask again.”

Natsu grit his teeth as he glared. “Would anyone like to prove this goddamn idiot right so we can all go home already?” His breathing was becoming more laboured as his agitation grew - stomach twisting into knots as he kept looking around the forest. There was something there, the sensation of someone behind him growing stronger and stronger giving him the urge to run.

“Hey - Natsu, are you alright?”

Gray spoke up, but he ignored him as he started again. “C’mon fuckers. Show yourself! If ghosts are real then prove it. Make some noise.” His voice was laced with anger. “We’re all waiting.” Natsu was no longer looking at the board, turning around himself as he stared out into the dark, but he saw nothing - only feeling the heat soak into his clothes as he started to sweat.

“Fuck this.” He stood up, letting the planchette clatter onto the thin wood. He wanted to get out of here, he wasn’t here to fuck with shit that didn’t exist. Though, he froze in place as he turned around. His green eyes were blown wide and his feet seemed to be buried in the mud beneath him.

“Oi! You’re not meant to let of -”

Though Gajeel didn’t get to finish as his camera began to sizzle and became hot in his hands. “Shit,” he cursed, letting the technology fall onto the foliage beneath him - Gray doing the same as he let out his own string of cusses beside him before meeting his gaze.

“Okay.” He sounded nervous now. “What the fuck is going on?”

Yet, neither could answer as Natsu screamed - blood curdling and making their hair stand on end as they both freezed up, staring at their friend who looked pale. His entire body was frozen in place as he stood with his back turned to them.

Natsu only had one thought in his head as he struggled to breathe, feeling his blood run cold as he came face to face with the transparent form of a girl in front of him.

I don’t believe in ghosts.

#fairy tail #fairytail #nalu #natsu dragneel #Lucy heartfilia #gajeel redfox #gray fullbuster #levy mcgarden #my writing #a flicker of you #doginshoe #AFY #ft fanfiction #Nalu fanfiction #fairy tail fanfic #Nalu fanfic #ghost au

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Five Months Later

Also up on AO3, linked in my description!

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Jesse's parents had been shockingly open to the idea of Lake staying with them, even if they were a little...taken aback by the whole "made of metal" thing. Though, if their son could suddenly vanish without a trace and then reappear several weeks later perfectly unharmed, then what the heck. Sure. Metal girl.

Lake had adjusted pretty well to normal life (well, as normal as it could be given her "complexion") and she was happily settled into her own room. She'd been given the guest room a few days in, after it had been cleaned up. Of course, it wasn't for another week and a half that she actually used it consistently. She'd be disturbed by terrors about the train and the Flecks every few nights and would then end up sulking over to Jesse's room, as being next to him would be the only way for her to get back to sleep. Thankfully, he didn't seem to mind.

And now it was December, five months later. Lake had a new haircut (an undercut--and it took FOREVER to find something that could actually give it to her), new clothes, and a phone, which Jesse's parents were generous enough to buy for her. She was truly part of the family now. Lake couldn't have been happier as she played out in the snow.

She and Jesse had helped Nate with building a snow fort that morning, which turned into a snowball fight after lunch (with Jesse and Nate acting as a team, of course. Not exactly fair, but still fun). Nate wanted to build a snowman after that; they ended up making four.

When they were finally done for the day, it was 11:23 PM. Mrs. Cosay had made everyone hot chocolate, and Jesse's empty mug now rested on the floor, while Lake held hers in her lap. Nate had gone to bed two hours earlier, and Jesse's parents had turned in about thirty minutes ago with a "don't stay up too late!" as they left Jesse and Lake on the couch in their pajamas, watching some old holiday stop motion movie.

"How old is this movie?" Lake asked. "The animation is clunky and...unsettling."

Jesse laughed at that. "I guess so. I'm not really sure when it was made, though. A while ago."

"Well, yeah, obviously."

Lake yawned a moment later and leaned against Jesse--a heavy weight, but one he could manage.

The movie prattled on for a while longer, with Lake making offhanded comments every so often until it was over.

“That movie wasn’t worth staying awake for,” Lake said and Jesse chuckled.

"I guess we should go to bed now," he said and turned the TV off. Lake sat up and stretched before hopping off the couch.

"Sounds good to me," she said as she walked off to the dark kitchen. Jesse retrieved his mug from the floor and left the remote on the coffee table before following.

When he entered the kitchen, he found Lake sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the glass door to the backyard. Jesse left his mug by the sink and walked over to her.

"Whatcha doin'?" he asked, sitting down beside his friend.

"Just looking," was her answer, and Jesse gave a nod.

"I never found anything like this on the train," she continued, not moving her gaze from the snow outside. It was a clear night, with the stars and moon shining across the cold blanket of snow and lighting everything up in a sparkling, beautiful blue. It was bright enough to leak inside, casting a glow over the tiles that mixed with the lamp light from the living room.

"I didn't get to see the snow very much when I was stuck in the mirror realm, either. I'd get a lucky glance if Tulip walked past an icicle or something, but… Well, there's not a lot to reflect when everything is covered in snow, ice, and frost."

Jesse looked at her and saw that she was still staring outside, seemingly lost in the view. He expected her to look angry or upset, as she usually does when she talks about the train, but he only saw content on her face, the snow sparkling off her metallic skin.

Lake caught his gaze and he smiled at her.

She rolled her eyes and looked back outside. It was back to silence for a few minutes as the two watched the twinkling snow.

Then Lake silently grabbed Jesse's hand and he turned to her once more. This time, he saw her looking in the opposite direction; enough of her face was still visible that he could see her blushing.

He decided to look away and not bother her.

Soon after, he felt eyes on him and he glanced at Lake, who was watching him quietly. She looked embarrassed and almost... shy , though Jesse couldn't begin to understand why. Lake wasn't exactly the shy type . Not by a long shot.

She held a little tighter onto his hand.

"...Hey, are you okay? Is something bothering you?" Jesse finally asked, starting to look concerned over her silence.

Lake jolted and quickly looked away, eyes wide. Oh, geez, had she zoned out? How long was she staring?

“Uh, Lake-?”

"Nothing!” she cut in and immediately made a mental note to kick herself later.

She cleared her throat.

“S-sorry. I’m fine.”

The fingers of her free hand drummed against the tiled floor. She could feel Jesse’s gaze on her.

She just walked herself into a corner. Great. Well, now she had to turn around and answer to the concerned eyes boring into her head. She sighed.

“Jesse, can I...ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

“Uh...c-can I...um-”

She tried to get the words out, failed, and eventually groaned, running her free hand down her face. Why’d she have to start on this? This was a mistake.

"...Can you what?" Jesse pressed and Lake gave him a sidelong glance before dropping her hand and taking a deep breath .

"Can I, ah…um...can I…k-kiss you…?"

The last part was so quiet that Jesse almost didn't hear it. Almost .

Instantly he felt his ears burning with a blush, which got a disapproving look from Lake. She took her hand away from Jesse's and shoved both in her lap as she scowled at her feet.

"I-I shouldn't have said anything, just. Just forget it," she grumbled. "It was a stupid thing to ask."

"N-no! No, I'm sorry-" Jesse said, rubbing his burning cheeks. "I just wasn't... expecting something like that, is all. I mean--I wasn't expecting something like that from you . That's not to say it's a bad thing, coming from you! Uh-"

He stopped rubbing at his cheeks, dropped his hands, and let out a long sigh to allow him some time to get his thoughts together.

"Yes."

Lake flinched up a little straighter and dared to look up at her friend. He had an amazingly stupid look of embarrassment on his face, one that was worse than her own.

"...Yes?"

He nodded.

"Are...are you sure?" she asked. "I know I, kind of came out of nowhere with that...I didn't mean to put you on the spot--"

"I'm sure," Jesse interrupted. Lake looked at him and saw one of the sweetest, most genuine smiles she'd ever seen on his face. That, of course, only made her blush worse (if that was even possible at this point).

“...O-Okay.”

She squeezed Jesse's hand and, after a few seconds of hyping herself up ( it was far too late to back out now , she told herself), started to move closer.

Jesse met her halfway, and the touch caused a squeak to escape her. God , this whole ordeal was so embarrassing. Absolutely horrible .

A few moments more and the two separated. Lake blinked a couple times and looked at Jesse, who seemed to be thinking.

"...You kind of taste like iron," he eventually concluded.

Lake let out a scoff and gave him a hard shove.

"What did you expect? I'm metal !" she said, crossing her arms in mock offense.

Jesse just laughed and leaned back on his hands.

"It was nice, though."

Lake snorted. "What, that's it? That's all I get? 'Oh, that was nice. But it could've been better’," she said in a mocking tone, followed by a smirk as she added, “Well, I didn’t have the benefit of practicing in a mirror.”

Jesse pouted at her teasing, which was replaced by a grin when Lake playfully punched his shoulder.

“Uh--okay, we should go to bed,” Lake said, running a hand through her hair. “I don’t wanna risk getting caught by your mom. She’d have a fit if she knew we were still up.”

Jesse stifled a laugh and said, “Good idea. I’m pretty tired anyway,” before standing up. He offered his hand to Lake and she gave him a look in return, which caused him to retract his hand.

“Right, right. You’re heavy,” he said as Lake got up.

“Too heavy for someone that’s apparently half asleep ,” she corrected, stretching her arms above her head.

Jesse went and turned the light off in the living room, while Lake leaned on the wall beside his bedroom door with her phone’s flashlight illuminating the hallway.

“You know you don’t have to wait for me,” Jesse whispered as he came up and opened his door. He reached around the frame and flipped the light switch before turning back to Lake, who’d pocketed her phone.

“I just wanted to say ‘good night’,” she said, then paused. Another second and she pulled Jesse into a hug, the suddenness of which getting a grunt out of him.

“W-what’s this for?” he asked as he freed one of his arms.

“I don’t want you seeing the stupid look on my face,” Lake stated plainly, her voice muffled by his shirt. “Give me a minute.”

Jesse grinned and did as he was told, tapping his index finger on his friend’s back.

“Can I tell you something?” he said and Lake made a sound of acknowledgment. “I... probably would’ve asked if you didn’t.”

Lake groaned and hit her fist between Jesse’s shoulder blades. He assumed that meant “not helping”.

After a few more seconds he felt Lake start to rock back and forth a little before finally pushing off of him.

“Okay, I’m good. Don’t--mention this to Nate or your parents.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Yeah, you better not,” Lake said before turning around. “Okay, see ya’ in the morning.”

“Good night!” Jesse yell-whispered, which got a half-wave from Lake as she entered her room.

She closed the door behind her and leaned against the painted wood. “You’re an idiot,” she grumbled to herself, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but smile.

Okay, maybe the movie was worth staying awake for after all.

#this one's better #jesslake #infinity train #infinity train book 2 #jesse cosay #jemt #lake it #phoebe fictions

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