#wanted to add Amber too but I didn't have room :( so I just went for the main three + everyone who was actually on House's team

[evieville]

Don't think about their specialty or anything, just them as a person and how they practice medicine

* your doctor as in the person who you see continually that oversees/manages your treatment not as in someone who just diagnoses you

[hbyrde36]

Chapter 2: Into My Heart

Written for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang

Art below and here by @glitterfang

Beta'd by @penny00dreadful

Rating: E | WC: 4371 | Chapters: 2/2 | AO3 Link

CW: Smut

Eddie tucked the bottle of whiskey, concealed in its nondescript brown paper bag, under his arm—freeing his hands to unlock the apartment door. Wine just wasn’t going to cut it tonight, he’d decided on his way home. Disappointment to this degree called for something stronger, and as luck would have it the liquor store was a convenient stop on his way.

“Honey! I'm home!” He called out, kicking the door closed behind him hard enough to shake the walls.

Chrissy startled, jumping about a foot in the air from her seat on the sofa. “Do you have to do that every time?”

He grinned, tossing his keys on the little table they kept by the door. 

She flipped him off.

Their apartment was small, its entrance, living room, and kitchen all essentially one big room, and he could feel her eyes tracking his every movement as he crossed the space. Wordlessly he took a rocks glass out of the cabinet and sloshed about a shot and a half's worth of amber liquid into it from his newly acquired bottle, and downed it all in one go. 

Could he have just used a shot glass? Probably. But this way was classier, and he liked the feel of the heavy bottomed cup in his hand. He’d drink the second one a little slower, maybe even add some ice.

“Well, that’s not a good sign. Hard session?” Chrissy asked.

Hard.

A manic laugh bubbled up from his throat as he thought back to the beginning of his appointment with Steve. “You could say that.”

“That’s… concerning.” She mumbled, upending her wine glass to catch the final drops before setting it down on the table. “Might as well just bring yourself and that bottle over here. Come sit, tell me all about it.”

Eddie was too keyed up to sit. He paced back and forth in front of the couch as he went through the whole thing detail by detail. He wasn’t sure what the ethics were of recounting the entire interaction for her, particularly the sensitive bits—about Steve's sensitive bits, but he supposed there was no such thing as tattooist/client confidentiality.

“Maybe she’s just like, a really close friend?” Chrissy said when he was done.

“No, Chris. I'm telling you, he basically called her his soulmate. You should have seen the way he glowed when he talked about her. It was like his whole stupidly-fucking-pretty face lit up from the inside.”

Chrissy groaned, taking a swig directly from his bottle, like a heathen, and slumped down in her seat.

“I want thaaaaat.” She whined.

Eddie plopped down hard next to her, heaving a sigh. “Don’t we all.”

In an attempt to put it all out of his mind and enjoy what was left of his Friday night in peace–-without being plagued by thoughts of cute little moles and dazzling hazel eyes, Eddie changed into comfy clothes, queued up the next episode in their Drag Race rewatch, and cuddled up next to Chrissy. Unfortunately, as hard as he tried to concentrate on the queens and the drama unfolding on the screen in front of him, he couldn't stop thinking about Steve. Not even the Snatch Game could hold his attention. 

Apologies to you Jinkx Monsoon, Eddie mused regretfully. It’s not you, it’s me. You were wonderful.

After much hemming and hawing, and one too many woe-is-me sighs from his side of the couch, Chrissy yanked the remote out of his hand and hit pause.

Rude.

“Did you have something you needed to say, princess?”

Eddie grumbled. “I just wish I didn't have to see him again.”

“That’s dramatic.”

“What if you did it for me?”

“What? The tattoo?!”

“Come on, I'll owe you one—a big one. Just, I dunno, we'll let Steve show up for his appointment and then you’ll tell him I’ve got, like, food poisoning or whatever, and didn’t want to have to cancel on him at the last minute, so you’re going to finish up his color. I’ll show you the sketches—It’ll be great.  It's more your style than mine anyway.”

Chrissy raised both eyebrows, crossing her arms over her chest. “Sounds like you’ve got it all worked out, Munson.”

“So you’ll do it?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Come on.” Eddie slid down to the floor, falling to his knees in front of her and lifting his hands in prayer. “Please?”

“No! This is ridiculous, Eddie! I can’t believe you’re even considering… What's the big deal anyway? So you thought he was cute, you both flirted a little, so what? Now you can’t even face the guy?”

She narrowed her eyes, staring down at his, admittedly, pathetic display. “You didn't do something embarrassing did you? Is there more to this story than you're telling me?”

“No.” Eddie reared back, giving up his wide-eyed begging which was clearly not working on her—damn lesbians and their immunity to his boyish charms—and pulled himself back up into his seat. 

She hummed suspiciously.

“You don’t understand. He’s like, perfect.”

“Aww,” She cooed, wrapping him up in a one-armed hug. “You really have it bad for him don’t you?”

Eddie leaned into her, pouting. He couldn’t even argue. 

She flicked his bottom lip. He flinched away. 

“Ow!”

“No pouting!” 

She huffed a laugh, but when he didn’t crack her mouth turned down into a sympathetic frown. “Are you absolutely sure there’s no hope?”

“Chris, he’s covering up one woman's name with a bird to represent another. He’s taken—and an idiot. A very hot, very sweet, kind to kids and old ladies, idiot. It’s over, that’s it, no chance.”

-

As if to mock the way he was dreading their upcoming appointment, the next six weeks flew by for Eddie in a blur, and before he knew it the day had arrived. It was another Friday afternoon appointment, apparently the only time Steve was available between his work schedule, spending time with his D&D loving adoptive brother, and whatever other altruistic endeavors he got up to in his daylight hours. Probably saving kittens from trees and shit. 

At least he wouldn’t have to go through it alone this time, Chrissy had promised to stick around whether she had a client or not, though, he wasn't naive enough to think she was doing it solely out of the kindness of her heart. Oh no, she wanted to get a look at Steve with her own eyes and see what all the fuss was about. 

Eddie paced back and forth in his studio, arranging and rearranging his supplies and setup as he watched the clock tick down to Steve’s arrival. 

“Oh my god, since when did you become so high strung?” Chrissy gaped at him from the doorway.

He wondered how long she’d been watching him freak out.  

“I don’t fucking know, alright?!” Eddie hissed, sitting down heavily in his desk chair. He picked up the color mock up of Steve’s tattoo, the one he’d be using as a reference, and ran a finger along the edge. “He just… I dunno, he weaseled his way inside me and now I can’t shake him.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Gross.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

The bell above the front door dinged, the sound carrying into his room, and Eddie peered back at the clock. Ten minutes early—the boy was punctual, he’d give him that.

Chrissy smiled mischievously, darting back out to the lobby. Eddie raced along behind trying to catch up, knowing full well it would be a bad idea to leave her alone with Steve for any length of time. She’d probably try to interrogate him or something.

Eddie locked eyes with the man of the hour the moment he slid around the corner, his shoes squeaking on the linoleum. An easy smile spread across Steve's face. He looked genuinely happy to see him, but that was probably due to the prospect of finally getting his tattoo finished.  

“Eddie,” Steve released his name like a sigh of relief. “It’s good to see you.” 

It sounded like he meant it, and If Eddie didn’t know better he’d think Steve had also spent the last 6 weeks pining, and thinking of their time together obsessively. 

Until this moment he had held out hope that maybe somehow this time would be different. That maybe going into it knowing that Steve wasn’t available would make it easier to deny the pull he felt, but then he cast his eyes down and realized Steve was wearing those same fucking Levi’s again. 

It’d been weeks. It could easily have been a coincidence, just the next clean pair of pants in his rotation, but there was no way Steve didn’t know what he looked like in those unholy jeans. Had he done this on purpose?

Either way, Eddie didn't know whether to be grateful for the view, or throw himself out the window into oncoming traffic. 

Chrissy cleared her throat loudly. 

Shit. He’d been staring too long again.

Eddie shook himself mentally. “Steve, this is Chrissy.”

“Nice to put a face to the name.” She said, giving a little wave.

Steve's eyes slid briefly to Eddie, narrowed and curious. Probably wondering why he’d told her about him at all. 

He was gonna kill her. 

“You too.” Steve said with a quirk of his brow. “Eddie told me how you two met and opened this place together. Must be great to get to work with your best friend everyday.”

“Could be worse I guess.”

Eddie cut her a hard look. “Don’t you have some cleaning to do?”

With a smirk, Chrissy winked at Steve, then mercifully did head off towards her own studio. 

“We should go get started.” Eddie said, leading the way to the back to his room. “Sorry about her.” 

Steve chuckled. “She seems nice. I think Robin would like her.”

Eddie clenched his jaw, turning away to hide his scowl. “I’m sure she would.”

Steve knew the drill now and took off his shirt without being asked, getting comfortable in the chair while Eddie slipped a pair of gloves on and pulled his stool over, examining the healed lines of the half-finished tattoo. 

He hummed, impressed. “You did a good job taking care of it.”

Steve shrugged, but Eddie noticed the way he preened a little at the praise. “I did exactly what you told me to do.”

Fuck. 

There was just something about a man who followed directions.

Eddie took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly through his nose. He was going to give himself whiplash at this rate.

He prepped Steve’s skin in silence and got right to his task, trying to focus on the thrumming of the machine, instead of the rise and fall of the other man’s chest under his gloved hands—thankful that Steve didn’t seem to be having the same reaction to the initial pain that he had before.

“I told Dustin about you.” Steve blurted out after a while. 

The sudden sound of his voice, as well as the words themselves caught Eddie off guard. 

“What?”

Steve’s body flushed and Eddie flicked his eyes up, finding a matching shade of pink spreading over his face. “Yeah, I'm pretty sure he thinks you're the coolest guy in the world now. A tattoo artist and you play D&D? I had no chance.”

“Oh.”

Eddie went quiet, not sure what he was supposed to do with that—with any of this. He got back to work, hoping Steve would leave it there. He didn’t want to be rude, but he also didn’t want to play whatever game this was anymore. 

“Are you okay?” Steve asked. “You seem… I don't know… different today?”

Eddie could have said, how would you know, you’ve only met me once? Or, we spent a few hours together, why do you care? Or something else equally passive aggressive, but… Steve wasn’t wrong and Eddie wasn’t in the business of gaslighting people. 

Telling a little white lie though? That was fair game.

“I have a headache, that’s all. It’s fine.”

It was fine. He just needed to do his job and get this over with. 

But of course, Steve had to be perfect and sweet about that too. 

“I’m sorry. I get migraines sometimes, so I get it. Doc says it’s from getting knocked in the head one too many times playing high school sports. I was very dedicated.” 

Steve laughed a little at himself, and Eddie couldn't help but look up again to see the way his eyes crinkled with it. Steve tilted his head, mouth turned up at the corners as he gazed down at Eddie.  “Doesn’t seem worth it, in hindsight.”

Despite trying not to, Eddie smiled back and could feel himself getting drawn in again. 

He forced himself to turn away. 

“Are you sure you're alright, though?” Steve continued. “If you're not feeling well–”

“I’m fine. I'm not going to mess your ink up or anything, don’t worry.”

“Hey,” Steve said tenderly, waiting until Eddie had stilled the machine again to lay a tentative hand on his upper arm. “I wasn't worried about that.”

“Oh.” Eddie swallowed a gasp, feeling like his skin was on fire under the touch. 

“We can reschedule if you need to, it’s okay.”

Fuck, Steve was entirely too thoughtful. 

And what was Eddie even doing? Trying to be cold and aloof, pretending to have a headache to explain why he wasn’t talking? It wasn’t fair to the guy. It wasn’t Steve’s fault he’d developed an extremely inconvenient crush—that he couldn’t handle a little innocent friendly flirtiness without losing his mind.  

“No. I promise I'm–”

I’m just an idiot. 

“I, uh, took some ibuprofen before you got here. I’m already feeling better.”

Finally, Steve let it go, allowing Eddie to get back to work without disturbing the quiet between them again. At least now the silence was almost comfortable. 

Art by Glitterfang

The time went by quickly. Eddie did glance up every so often to make sure Steve was okay, always surprised to find the other man’s eyes fixed on his face, rather than the tattoo, making Eddie’s stomach flip each time. 

The finished piece was beautiful, and honestly Eddie thought it might be some of his best work, even if it wasn’t his usual style. After a thorough cleaning he held a mirror up so Steve could see it better. He teared up a bit as he inspected his reflection. 

“It's even better than I could have imagined.” Steve turned away from the mirror to face him, smiling and looking so sincere it made Eddie’s heart ache. “Thank you so much.” 

“You’re welcome. I’m really glad you’re happy with it.” Eddie bit at his bottom lip. “Well, you already know your care instructions, so i’ll get this wrapped up and you’ll be good to–”

Steve cut him off abruptly. “Do you… um, I mean, could I get your number?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Steve.” Eddie said, heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't do this. He didn’t want to only be Steve’s friend, and if somehow the other man wanted his number for more than that, well, he didn’t want to be a homewrecker either. 

Steve deflated, looking hurt, which was a little ridiculous considering he was the one with a whole-ass girlfriend. “But I thought maybe… since we’re done now, and I’m not a client anymore–”

“Look,” Eddie interrupted. “It’s sweet that you want to be friends or whatever, but–”

“No, I–”

“Knock-knock” Chrissy sing-songed, appearing in the doorway rapping her knuckles on its frame. “There’s someone here to see Steve.”

Saved by the bell. 

“We’re about done if you want to tell them to just–”

“Great, I'll send her in!”

Her?

Eddie was gonna kill Chrissy, for real this time.

Worst. Friend. Ever. 

A very cute girl with a chin length bob bounced into the room. Eddie got as far as noticing the spray of freckles across her nose and cheeks before he had to look away, using cutting down a square of Saniderm to the correct size as an excuse.

She wasn’t quite what Eddie had pictured as the girlfriend of a gym bro—okay, Steve wasn’t exactly a gym bro but Eddie was allowed to be salty about it in his own mind if he wanted to—but to his dismay, they made a nice looking couple.

“Hey Dingus, how’s it going?” She said.

Odd term of endearment, but okay. 

“Eddie, this is Robin.” Steve said.

“Yeah I figured that one out all on my own, thanks.” Eddie muttered, rolling back up to Steve on his chair with the bandage in hand.

Steve furrowed his brow, staring from Eddie over to Robin and back again. Suddenly his eyes went wide. “My roommate, Robin.”

“O… kay?” Eddie shrugged, ducking his head to start covering the tattoo. Weird fucking way to refer to your live-in girlfriend, but whatever. He was over it. He just wanted to get the happy couple out of his tattoo shop so he could go home and–

Eddie sucked in a breath as Steve lightly gripped his arm again. He looked up, ready to be annoyed—the audacity of this guy to keep flirting with him, right in front of his girlfriend, but stopped short when he saw the soft pleading look in Steve’s eyes. 

“My best friend, platonic with-a-capital-p, lesbian roomate, Robin.”

Wait, what?

“Wait, what?!” Eddie nearly shouted.

He whipped his head around to look at Robin again. He’d only glanced at her before, not noticing much more than her hair and denim jacket, but on closer inspection he saw her neatly trimmed manicure, and the fact that she was wearing men’s jeans with a carabiner holding her keys hanging from one of the belt loops. 

None of those things were a guarantee of course, plenty of straight women also kept short nails and had masculine leaning senses of style, but when he spotted the pink, white, and orange stripes of the lesbian flag stitched into her lapel, he figured that was as sure a sign as any. 

“Oh.” Eddie breathed, turning back to Steve.

“Yeah, oh.” Steve parroted back softly, his mouth spreading into a tentative smile. 

“B- but I thought… and the tattoo!” Eddie stuttered.

“Is that why you were acting so weird? Because you thought Robin was my–” Steve shook his head as if that very idea were unthinkable. “You thought that I was covering up my ex's name with a new girlfriend?”

Eddie squirmed. “...No.”

“Eddie?”

“Well, what was I supposed to think?!”

“Oh shit, were you jealous?!” Robin blurted out.

“Robin!” Steve hissed.

“Oh I'm sorry,” she said, tilting her head side-to-side, the words absolutely dripping with sarcasm. “Was I supposed to pretend the tension in here wasn’t thick enough to choke on?”

Eddie bit his tongue, locking eyes with Steve. Steve broke first, letting out a loud but very adorable snort of laughter.

Robin’s face went bright red, realizing what she’d said. 

“Birdie, can you just give us a minute?” Steve asked her, when he’d regained control of himself.

“Fine,” She sighed. “But I'm only going because Chrissy said she’d pierce my nose for free.”

“Slut.”

“Shut up.”

Robin moved to leave but paused on the threshold, looking back at them over her shoulder. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” She called out, taking hold of the knob and pulling the door to his studio shut behind her. 

Eddie wasn’t sure it’d ever been closed before.  

“So, when you asked me for my number?”

Steve nodded. “It was because I wanted to ask you out.”

“I’m such an idiot.”

Steve reached out to tuck a stray curl behind Eddie’s ear. “Does that mean maybe you’ve changed your mind about me calling you?”

Eddie eyed up the now closed door and let himself do what he’d wanted to since the first time Steve sat shirtless in his chair, and climbed up onto it, straddling the other man’s lap.

“Is this okay?” He asked, hovering his mouth over Steve’s, close enough that a hard thought would have their lips brushing. 

“Yes.” Steve whispered, leaning in to close the almost non-existent space between them. 

It was tentative and unsure at first, the way Steve’s lips moved against his own, testing—tasting, but then he whined, a high-pitched and needy sound deep in his throat that went straight to Eddie’s dick, and opened his mouth wide. 

Eddie took it for the invitation it was and licked inside, their tongues sliding together as their bodies did the same, grinding and making out like a couple of teenagers in the backseat of a car, both growing hard.

Suddenly Steve broke the kiss, panting, “Wait, wait, wait.”

“Shit. Sorry, I shouldn’t have–” Eddie tried to climb off but found himself held firmly in place by Steve’s broad hands on his waist.

“No, please. I just need to know… is this only a hookup for you?” Steve asked once he’d caught his breath. “It’s okay if it is,” he added quickly. “I just hoped–”

The rest of Steve’s words were lost to a gasp as Eddie ran fingers through his hair, gently tilting his head to the side for better access to the other man’s speckled neck. Eddie scraped his teeth gently over Steve’s pulse point, licking up the column of his throat to speak low and close to his ear. “While I do fully intend on sucking your dick here and now, if you’ll let me–”

Steve whined again, hips thrusting up and into Eddie of their own accord.

Eddie shuddered, pressing a kiss to the skin just behind Steve's ear and finally sat back, looking him in the eye. “I’m not really into hookups, not anymore, and I would love to take you out after.”

Steve's eyes fluttered, watching heavy-lidded and open mouthed as Eddie slid down his body until he was eye level with the obvious bulge in his pants, nosing over it. 

“Not before?” Steve croaked out, struggling to speak as Eddie teased him mercilessly. 

Eddie rested his cheek against Steve’s denim covered cock, looking up at him through the thick curtain of his lashes. “Sweetheart, I've been dying to get my lips wrapped around you since the first time you got hard in my chair. If it’s alright with you, dinner can wait.” 

“Fuck.” Steve bit down on his bottom lip and wound a hand into Eddie’s messy bun, nails scratching at his scalp. 

“So, what do you say?” Eddie asked, smoothing his hands up Steve’s luscious thighs, resting them on either side of his fly as he waited for an answer. 

Steve brought his other hand down to cup Eddie’s face running a thumb over his cheek. “It’s a date.”

Eddie grinned, making quick work of Steve's button and zipper, working his pants and underwear down just enough to let his hard length spring free. 

Fuck it was pretty.

Not that that was a surprise. Everything about Steve was pretty.  

Eddie flicked his tongue out, tasting the tip of him, dipping his tongue into the slit to capture a bit of precum that had spilled out. 

“I’m not going to last very long.” Steve rasped.

“How long has it been since someone touched you?” Eddie asked, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the pink head of his cock. 

Steve whimpered. “Too long.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll fix that. Just sit back and let me take care of you, okay?”

As much as he wanted to take his time and enjoy the feel of Steve sitting heavy on his tongue, for hours or days, those thighs pressing in on either side of him, Eddie was acutely aware that Robin and Chrissy were within earshot, and the door Robin had so helpfully closed did not have a lock. Quick and dirty was probably for the best. 

Hopefully he would have many more opportunities to enjoy Steve at his leisure, assuming their date went well. 

Eddie sank down, keeping his lips tight around Steve’s shaft as he took inch after inch of him inside, until he was nose deep in coarse curly hair.

It’d been a while for Eddie too, since he’d been with anyone like this, but it was like riding a bike, once you’ve mastered the art of taking a cock down your throat—you never forget.

Steve gripped the back of his head harder, not quite holding him down the way Eddie really wanted him to, but enough to let him know he was there. Eddie moaned around him as he began to bob his head, setting a rough pace that had Steve making the most debauched sounds above him.

“God, m’so close already, Eddie.” Steve cried out in warning, taking his hand away to give him the option of moving back. As if he’d waste the opportunity to taste him.

Eddie doubled his efforts, nearly choking himself for how deep he took Steve down, swallowing around him over and over again until finally he came—hot and thick and a little bitter, but oh so wonderful.

He didn’t pull off until Steve was soft in his mouth and writhing from oversensitivity.

Steve immediately pulled him back up into his lap, crashing their mouths together, moaning into the kiss when he undoubtedly caught a taste of himself on Eddie’s tongue.

Eventually Eddie broke the kiss, helping Steve tuck himself away and wiggle back into his jeans. He ignored his own arousal, content with this moment being all about Steve, anxious to keep his promise about taking the other man out on a real date.

“So, where would you like to go? What’s your favorite restaurant in the city?” He asked, settling himself back down into Steve’s lap once his clothing was back in place.   

“What if instead we went back to my place,” Steve began, pulling him in close, dragging his lips over Eddie’s collarbone as he spoke.  “I cook for us, you let me return the favor, and you can take me out to dinner next time.”

Eddie sucked in a sharp breath as Steve palmed him where he was already so painfully hard in his own jeans. “Already planning a second date?” 

“And a third and a fourth. Is that okay?” 

“Sounds perfect.”

[crazystargirl]

Hiii, i'm so glad that you are feeling better!

Idk if you write for him or not, but if you do, can you do an ethan x reader fic? Where yn finds out the ethan is ghostface and confronts him and he gets ashamed and apologizes but when she tries to comfort him quinn andofficer bailey show up. quinn stabs yn as officer bailey explains that she was a liability as ethan sobs on the floor. oh and i want yn to die lol

you can add more if you'd like, i'm requesting this at three in the morning and my hand is beginning to cramp so that is all i will be asking for.

i love your writing so much! i'm sorry about the toxic relationships, i'm glad you're doing better now!

too bad

pairing ! - ethan landry x fem!reader 

word count ! - 0.6k

a/n ! - OMFG MY EYES LEGIT POPPED OUT WHILE READING THE REQUEST HELP 😭 ive only written angst once before so this might be the shittiest thing ever

your whole world was current crashing down

it started on wednesday night, you went to your boyfriend's house after a long day of classes only to find him fucking dead

literally he was on the bed, throat slashed and bleeding out all over the comforter

you stared at the scene in horror and then noticed something on the ground

it was a small pocket knife and it was the exact same one your best friend ethan had always showed you

so after a few days, once the whole news that your boyfriend was murdered, you went over to ethan's house

you were now here in ethan's bedroom and ethan sure as hell knew something was up

"y/n/n what's wrong?" ethan said, confused but continued stroking your hair as you laid on his bed, throwing a pillow up and catching it over and over again

you sit up looking him straight in the eye but when you spoke your voice was somewhat shaky

"ethan…i found your pocket knife at my boyfriend's house…the same night he was murdered" you say, holding out his pocket knife

"shit that's nothing" ethan says trying to grab it from you but you put it back in your pocket

ethan sighed and sat back down and took your hands in his

"look y/n i didnt want you to find out like this but im one of the ghostfaces" ethan says, unable to look you in the eye

you're shocked but probably not as much as you should've been, this has all happened to you before when you found out amber was ghostface

unknown to you and ethan, quinn had snuck into the room, positioned behind you before stabbing you right in neck, then under the rib, then in the feet so you were unable to run, not like you'd be able to anyway

you screamed out in pain at every stab as ethan desperately tried to get you away from quinn and clutching you, quietly sobbing as he saw the light that he had once adored leave your eyes

"what the fuck did you do that for?!" ethan yells at quinn, still clutching your limp body

"i didn't much care for her to be honest, she seemed like she was just there since you looked so pathetic" quinn said, flipping the knife

"for fucks sake ethan you were desperately pinning for her while she had a boyfriend so i took care of her for you!" quinn says gleefully

ethan turned to the door as his father came in taking one look at ethan clutching you and just scoffed

"she was a liability ethan, she was bound to end up dead at some point. not only that but she distracted every damn time" wayne said as he walked over to quinn

"plus don't get mad at quinn, i asked her to kill y/n since i knew you wouldn't have the strength to and if we plotted her death with you around you would've flipped out"

ethan sat there, still holding you and even holding his hands over your ears as if he could stop you from hearing anything his dad was saying

"get out…get the fuck out of room both of you!" ethan yelled at his sister and dad

quinn scoffed and wayne came over to ethan's bed to take y/n's corpse but ethan gave him such a cold stare that he left the room with quinn

"what the actual fuck is wrong with them" ethan muttered into your head, stroking your hair as if that mightve brought you back but in the end he knew he'd have to bury you at some point

too bad wayne and quinn didn't know ethan was going to anything to make sure they paid for killing his y/n

taglist ! - @xyzstar, @gwenlore, @dizscreams, @kaesworldxx, @urmomcomsiimiamour, @nonniesworld, @chemtr4ilz, @abodyhasbeenfound, @phsychobanana

lmk if you want to be added/removed !

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[camaro-and-smokes]

Pretty (wo)man

Chapter 8: On the Deck

Tags for this chapter: Handjobs, semi-public sex. See rating, warnings and other tags for the whole fic on AO3. General warning: This work as a whole includes themes related to and mentions of prostitution, sex work, and sexual abuse. I will add tags with every new chapter and notes when anything particularly nasty is being depicted, but if this kind of content isn't your cup of tea to begin with, please move on. Consider yourself warned. Please, proceed.

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Summary: Billy comes to a crossroad where he has to make a choice whether to walk his real self onto the stage or not. Soon after dark clouds start to shadow the cruise.

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Steve woke up to some small sound. The moonlight coloured the room into a bluish gray hue by reflecting from the ocean. It was bright enough for Steve to see that William's side of the bed was empty. He listened for any noises from the bathroom for a while. When he heard none, he got up and checked it, finding it empty. William had probably gone out for a smoke. Steve put on his robe and went to find him.

After a while of searching, he found him on the afterdeck. He stopped in the doorway for a while, just to take the view in. William was sitting in one of the deck chairs, wrapped in a thick blue robe, his long hair still ruffled from sleeping. He took a drag of his smoke, and the amber burned brighter in the end of the cigarette for a moment until settling back down.

Steve's heart ached. He knew William could take care of himself. He wasn't overly muscly, just perfectly so, and he could put a full stop and then some on anyone who hadn't stuck to the plan. So, someone taking away his agency, making him weak on purpose, not as part of the agreement. Not to mention then forcing himself on him and going even further... Steve hadn't felt this angry in a long time.

When they'd gone to bed, William had offered to have sex despite him being way too emotional for Steve feeling comfortable with it. So, Steve had turned him down as gently as he could, causing no more distress, and curled around him, wrapping him in a warm embrace. As a result, William had cried most of the night, and Steve had just held him. Not saying anything, just being there. The most intimate thing they'd shared so far.

Steve knew William didn't need—or want—anyone taking care of him. But he just had to do something. He just didn't know what.

Billy turned to look when he heard someone walking on the deck. He had to swallow hard when he saw it was Steve. “I'm sorry if I woke you up,” he said with a hoarse voice when Steve sat at the end of the long deck chair Billy was sitting on. “Nothing to be sorry for,” Steve replied and rubbed Billy's shin gently with his hand. “You weren't in bed when I woke up, so I came looking. I thought maybe you wanted some company.” Billy shook his head. “There's every reason for me to be sorry. Me moping and crying isn't what you pay the big bucks for.” He stared at the smoke in his hand. “I'm going to ask the captain to take the ship to the nearest port tomorrow and I'll get off. You owe me nothing.” “William, please. Don't leave,” Steve pleaded.

Billy looked at Steve for a while, biting the thumbnail of the hand he held his smoke in. He knew this was the junction where he had to take a turn in either direction. From the beginning, this whole thing had gone against all his principles. He'd fallen for Steve on day one, and it was embarrassing, because he had never fallen for anyone so hard, so fast. And now he'd let his secret of his life slip to the same man. He should've known better and just kept walking when he'd first tried to leave Steve's apartment. So, either he walked away right now or... ”It's Billy,” he heard himself whisper.

“What?” Steve asked, confused. “Call me Billy, please.” Steve tilted his head, surprised. “Is William your real name?” Billy nodded and took a drag of his smoke. “I hate it.” “I'm sorry that I've called you that, then.” Billy shook his head. “My fault for letting you use it.” Steve bit his lips together. “Is Harcove then your...” Billy swallowed and looked away. “Hargrove. It's Hargrove.”

Steve's heart melted as he looked at Billy taking another drag of his smoke. Billy looked away at the sea as he inhaled and held the smoke in. Steve thought he’d ever seen nothing as graceful as the way Billy's lips pursed to let the smoke out from the corner of his mouth.

Billy glanced back at Steve and when he caught him staring, he smiled shyly.

Steve felt his cheeks heating, and he looked down at his hand that was still resting on Billy's shin. He looked back up and offered his hand to Billy. “Hi, Billy Hargrove. Nice to meet you.” Billy looked at the hand, then at Steve for a moment. He took his smoke to his other hand and shook the hand, his smile widening. “Nice to meet you, Steve Harrington.”

When Steve let go of Billy's hand, he placed it back on Billy's shin. “I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay, very much. But not to keep up appearances in front of Amanda—or because I pay you. You know that, don't you?” “You're a client,” Billy sighed. “I don't do that.” Steve looked at Billy for a long while before he spoke again, gently. “You told me your real name. You said you didn't do that either. And you revealed your biggest secret to me.” He smiled. “I don't mean to tell you how to stick to customer-provider roles, but I think those things count as walking out from behind the curtain.” Billy grimaced and looked away, taking another drag. After a while, he looked back at Steve, shaking his head slightly. “You're one of a kind,” he whispered.

Billy spoke again only after he'd smoked the cigarette and dumped the butt into the ashtray on the table next to the chair. He didn't lift his gaze from the ashtray, but stared at it until the last of the smoke vanished. “If I stay...It's on my terms. Right?” Steve smiled a little. “I wouldn't want you to do anything else.” Billy raised his gaze back at Steve. “You understand what it means?” “Uh...That I pay you now?” Billy let out a laugh. “Well, that's one thing.” His face grew serious. “But I meant that you'll get the real Billy Hargrove experience. Not a show. You might not like it.” Steve tilted his head. “Isn't that what dating is for? To find out if we really like each other, the people we truly are?” Billy raised his eyebrows and smiled a little. “So the rest of the time we're on the ship it's a real date?” Steve smiled, nodding slowly. “Yeah. Getting to know each other.“

Billy ran his tongue over his lower lip before biting it. He patted his lap. “Come 'ere.” Steve looked at him for a while, confused. “You just agreed to the real me experience. So, get over here, on my lap. I won't bite or do anything you don't want me to.” Steve felt his cheeks heating again. “If I do that, the robe will...and we're out here. I'm not wearing anything underneath.” Billy smirked and shrugged. “Well, me neither. Come here, prude.”

Steve straddled on Billy's lap, and Billy wrapped his arms around Steve. “I'm not as submissive in real life as I've been so far,” Billy started. “I'm also bad mouthed and can't always shut up when I should and I ramble when I'm nervous and...” “Shut up already,” Steve interrupted him, placing his hand behind Billy's neck, gently pulling him closer and kissing him. He could feel Billy's tension ease with each touch of their tongues. Billy tightened his grip on Steve, pulling them tightly together. Steve let out a whimper into Billy’s mouth as Billy bucked his hip, grinding his not insignificant bulge against Steve's.

Steve broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against Billy's. "There are so many things I want to say and do, and I don't know where to start." A smile tucked the corner of Billy's mouth. "Start with what comes to mind first." ”Can I call you baby?” ”Hun, you can call me anyth...” ”No, I meant...would you like me to call you that?” The deck lights were dim at this hour, so Steve wasn't entirely sure, but he could almost swear Billy's eyes were glistening. ”Yes,” he whispered. ”I'd like that.” Steve smiled. ”Then I'll call you that. Baby.” The widest smile Steve had ever seen crept on Billy's face as he blushed. “And based on that smile, I'm going to do it often, baby.”

“Ok, stop with all the sap already. I want you,” Billy whispered, pulling Steve back into a kiss and luring his hands under Steve's robe and onto his ass. “How do you want me?” Steve asked when they broke the kiss to breathe. ”In any way you wa...” He paused and blushed again when Steve shook his head with a small smile. ”Okay... I want...slow kisses and gentle hands and agonizingly slow fucking and...” Billy's voice turned into a whisper. “And afterwards I want to be held the way you held me earlier." “See, that wasn't so hard,” Steve said, and leaned back to kiss Billy. “And that sounds perfect.” “I knew you'd like that, too,” Billy replied, and smirked. “But first I want this.” He moved his hand from Steve’s ass over his hip and onto his crotch, gently wrapping his hand around his hard-on and squeezing the base gently. “Oh,” Steve let out. He smiled and did the same to Billy. Soon they were both panting as they jerked each other off, hands moving in the same rhythm, both whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears. They kissed when they came, hiding the sounds of their orgasms in each other's mouths.

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In the morning, Billy woke up to the sound of running water from the bathroom. He turned on his side and took Steve's pillow, pulling it against his chest and pressing his face against it, both exhilarated and scared to death. He'd never broken the provider-customer relationship before. Cassie had emphasized it to him from day one that he shouldn't do it. Ever. That it only leads into trouble. He knew what she had meant.

Until now, everything had been easy. All he needed to do was just do what Steve asked for and get paid for doing it and then walk away. Now he was vulnerable, invested and everything he did might have a price—one that cost him Steve. He knew it was probably yet another heartbreak in the works, but maybe, just maybe...

To get out of his head, he got up and looked out the porthole. The ship was anchored in a cove, and the sea was calm. He decided to go see if he could go for a swim and then over to the sun deck to enjoy the view. He put on his trunks and knocked on the bathroom door. "Hey, I'm going for a swim and then to the sun deck. I'll grab a smoothie for a breakfast on the way." ”Okay, I'll follow you later,” Steve replied.

A support deck was pulled out from where the tenders were stored, and a few of the other passengers were dipping into the clear, turquoise water. Billy dove in and when he resurfaced, he took several long strokes before he turned to look back at the ship. He was far away from it, but it was still massive, and still gorgeous.

”You like her?” a voice asked behind him. Billy turned around quickly. Charles Hamlin grinned at him as he swam next to Billy. ”Sorry, didn't mean to startle you.” ”Just didn't expect anyone this far. Kinda dun-dun dun-dun moment there,” Billy smiled. ”Tiger sharks are the biggest sharks in these waters. But they too, like great whites, prefer deeper and cooler waters of the open sea rather than rocky and shallow coves like this. Especially when there isn't food around.” ”We're around.” ”We're too skinny for sharks. Too little fat,” the older man said with a laugh. ”She is a gorgeous ship.” ”I was planning on buying her at one point. But the owner decided against selling in the end.” ”So, having the wedding on it is a gift for your daughter?” ”Yes. She always wanted an unforgettable wedding, so I gave her one.” ”I hope she appreciates it.” ”She'd better. She won’t get another gift from me.” Billy chuckled.

The older man swam closer to Billy. ”I mean, I'm not heartless, but when she left Steve for Tom...” he shook his head. ”I really like Steve. He's smart and a successful businessman. It was a shame Amanda went after useless royal titles instead.” Billy smiled. ”Well, one man's trash is another man's treasure.” Charles swam in front of Billy and held himself in place with lazy movements of his arms. ”I wonder who's trash you are.” Billy frowned. ”Just using your terms here,” the older man said. “You're clearly Steve's treasure,” he continued, and then paused. ”I saw you on the deck last night, doing things. You two really have no shame, do you?” Billy looked at the man, incredulous. “Enjoy seeing your ex son-in-law doing private things?” he sneered. ”Well,” Charles said, licking his lips, ”when two young and beautiful people are doing things out in the open, an old man like me might as well enjoy the show. There's no harm in watching, is there?” ”Respectfully, Mr. Hamlin,” Billy said with no genuine respect, “Steve might not agree with that notion.“ Charles tilted his head and smiled a wolfish smile. “Shouldn't you at least be used to it? In being watched like that?“ Billy was taken aback, and a chill ran down his spine. “I don't know what the fuck you are implying, but I don't like the tone,” he said slowly, disdain dripping from his words. "Sorry. I must have confused you with someone else," Charles said, clearly not sorry, lingering for a moment, and then turning to swim back towards the ship.

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Steve went back to the cabin with his morning coffee to make a call before going to find William. He'd finally come up with a way to help Billy. Hopefully. He set the mug on the table and took his phone, dialling the one number he would've rather forgotten by now.

“Steeve!“ the voice on the other end said cheerily. "I thought you didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore." “Something came up, and I don't know who else to turn to.“ “If I remember right, our last meeting ended up with 'Hagan, get the fuck out.' Do I remember right?“ “Hey! Do you want to rub it in, or can you help me?“ Steve exclaimed. Tommy was silent for a while. “Fine. What's in it for me?“ Steve rubbed his eyes with his fingers and grimaced. “Whatever deal your boss got going on, I'll clean the books. One last time. How's that sound?“ “Oh, you must need my help desperately. What can I do for you?“ “A friend of mine was raped a while back.“ “That sounds more like a work for a therapist than, uh...waste management.“ “They work the streets.“ “Ah, right. So, what makes this case special?“ “It's special. To me.“ “Oh, Harrington,” Tommy laughed, “you keep surprising me even after all this time.“ “Just shut it!” Steve spat. “And, uh...that's not all.“ “I'm listening,“ Tommy lilted. Steve grimaced. “Some big shot with a lot of loose money raped them. I mean, a lot of loose money. Enough to pay their stay at a private hospital, get them operated, prescription meds handed to them upon release—no questions asked.“ Tommy whistled. “That is a lot of loose money. But it's a rape. I mean, it's awful and I'm truly really sorry for your friend for having to go through that. But a lot of working girls get raped. I won't mind helping, but that would be a haystack...“ “What do you think, Hagan,“ Steve interrupted him, “how many male prostitutes get raped by a rich male client violently enough to have fourteen stitches inside them?“ The other end of the call fell silent. “Tommy?“ Steve asked when there was no reply after a while. “You still there?" “Yeah,“ Tommy said after a while. “Um...Is your friend a small and petite or...“ “About my height, but he'd serve me my ass for breakfast if I tried anything we didn't agree on.“ “Okay, so that's a no.“ Tommy took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “What do you want me to do?“ “Uh... Maybe ask around if something similar has happened to someone else? I mean, I'll take any hints.“ “I can do that. If you can, get me the name of the private hospital and anything else your...friend can remember. I'll ask around.“ Steve sighed in relief. “Thank you, Tommy.“ “Yeah, well, don't thank me yet. I might find something you don't like.“

[h0rr0rsaxo]

Okay so here is a request...this is not angsty I swear. But I wanna experiment with Anni and Royce lmao....poor dude-

Lets say that Royce walks into a bar and sits down about to order a drink, but he sits down next to someone and notices certain familiar features that this person possesses. It takes a second but it suddenly clicks and he realizes that this chick is Anni, who just earlier beat up his ex, Amber. I think that he'd maybe stare for a minute and Anni would just be halfway falling asleep and she'd end up leaning towards him, about to fall asleep on his shoulder before she practically jumps awake and almost falls off her stool. Royce is kinda like..."dude...you good?" and Anni just downs a drink and shrugs it off and maybe they start talking from there, maybe about their jobs, about how Anni beat the shit out of Amber, or maybe just shit talking Amber, because that's always fun. Its honestly just all up to you, it can be platonic or romantic and feel free to add or change anything, as always!

[ whiskey midnights. || simp party. ]

Warnings: Angst, if you squint.

Tags: @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N: This is cute! They bonded omg-

Word count: 1,795

The heavy scent of cigarettes and cigars ate at Royce's nose, his chest refusing to breathe until he drank more. But what made him a bit more uneasy were the people both going in and out. Most of them were already drunk by this time of ten o'clock, and a lot of them gave off a questionable aura. They seemed the more happy type than anything and just wanted to have a good time. He didn't want to be so quick to judge— he didn't have any room to judge, he was ordering more food than drinks— solemnly chomping away at his burger as Lyon looked at him with amused eyes.

"You know," Lyon started, drying a pristine shot-glass with a soft-cloth, "You're the only guy I know who walks in here single, and leaves single. I'd assume by now that you'd get over Amber and just get with someone."

"Shut the fuck up." Royce's finger tapped irritably against the hardwood of the bar. His other hand sat beneath his chin as an irritated scowl graced his features, before stuffing his burger into his mouth. Everything around him spun, pulsed, vibrated, and tunneled. He felt sick to his stomach seeing all the couples making out, but the feeling was long passed when his entire body went numb and he angrily stared off into space.

"Every weekend you stumble into my bar, drink all my whiskey, eat all the food I have on the menu, and then start crying on the table. This is just sad, Royce. You need to drop that mysterious vigilante act, and get a date." Lyon shook his head at his friend, before he was called over by one of his customers. The bartender was quick with the order and his hands worked like magic. Tossing together the liquor ingredients to the drink, he threw it all into a shaker and shook it up vigorously. Unscrewing the top, he tipped the shaker over the martini glasses and poured a sum amount in each, making sure it was all even. He tossed in a toothpick and green olive in each, topping off the drink with a ring of sugar sprinkled over the lip of the glasses, flashing a quick wink to his customers.

"Give me another one, Lyon!" A figure plopped down right next to Royce, throwing her hand up with a drunken smile— she clearly was too drunk to even stand at this point.

Lyon smirked a little, "Haven't you had enough whiskey to drink already, little lady?"

"There's never enough, you jokin'?" A slight southern accent came out while she slightly glared up at the bartender. Lyon leaned over the counter and poured a small bit of whiskey in a small shot glass in front of her. She looked up at him and saw the amusement written across his face. She soon huffed and smiled, knowing it was now or never before Varrick inevitably found her and took her home. Taking the glass, she gripped it in her fingers, and gulped it down swiftly.

Royce peered at her curiously, squinting his eyes slightly to try and jog his memory from where he seen her before— the image of the girl finally giving his shitty ex what she deserved, the palm of Anni's plunged her knife into the front of Amber's head, twisting it, and popping it back out of her skull. That's right, she was the human who kicked Amber's ass at the arena, she made it seem so easy, and quite frankly, funny. Perhaps it was the whiskey he had been drinking, but the scene of the shorter woman kicking Amber's ass was hilarious. He was never one to associate himself with Slenderman proxies— some of them, like Toby or Varrick, seemed completely unhinged or cocky. He knew the majority of them, but he'd never got the chance to meet Anni.

Royce then watched as Anni's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fell forward, nearly landing on his shoulder— before she quickly caught herself— nearly falling off her stool. He felt his face burn in embarrassment, coughing awkwardly, "Are you okay…?"

"Yeah, give me a couple minutes. My head is spinning like a damn wheel." Anni shrugged it off, telling Lyon to give her another glass. Nothing could make her lose control more than alcohol. Of course, that is the easier way to say that she had low tolerance when it comes down to it. Still, she enjoyed it as what she likes to call a ‘light’ beverage to cleanse her soul from any kind of sorrow.

This would lead her to have trust issues when it comes to drinking. It would either end up with her singing various pop music hits from the 2000’s that she memorized by heart and getting a cheer from the people around her or it would end up with her pouring her heart out to somebody, crying, and eventually picking a fight with them. Regardless, both possibilities are inherently embarrassing, and if anything she would like to avoid the worst-case scenario—losing her dignity. But still, this whiskey was irresistible.

“I thought… This was supposed to be a bar-night…with Varrick singing...why…” Anni turned to that certain, mysterious someone—

Royce Ellis. He smiles at her coyly.

"I guess he didn't show. I don't get along with the guy, but I have to admit, he has talent." He mumbled more to himself than her, tracing his gloved finger alongside the rim of his glass. She shook her head and shrugged, returning her gaze to the whiskey in her hand.

"So…I hope you don't mind me asking this but, why did you fight Amber?" His eyes flickered over to Anni, tilting his head curiously, awaiting an answers from the proxy,

"Why do you care? Don't tell me, are you one of her…'fans'?" Anni stated with a grimace while pouring herself another glass of whiskey— Lyon had just tossed her a bottle of alcohol from exasperation of constantly having to pour her more. Royce shook his head and looked over,

"Oh God no— I can't stand her." Royce just started eating his food as his other hand rubbed his forehead tiredly. Royce looked back down at his food and stared at it for a few moments, suddenly losing his appetite— thinking about her exasperated him, "She's actually my…ex."

"I didn't know she was capable of love."

"Trust me, she isn't. Amber is the most narcissistic person you'll ever meet— She cheated on me on our anniversary." His voice slurred and he took a quick drink of his bottled beer, "If anything, I was glad you kicked her ass."

"After hearing that, I think I might do it again." Anni frowned with disappointment and volunteered, causing Royce to stare over at her with a bit of interest. As he thought about it, he thought about how much he would've liked to enjoy that sort of hilarious entertainment— he smiled and shook his head.

"You'd be doing the world a favor." He slurred tiredly and Anni laughed at his disheveled hair as it poked up into the air.

"Still…I can't get over the fact someone like Amber got with someone as hot as you. No offense, but are you…blind?" Anni leaned over to him slightly— fluttering her eyes in slight confusion as she peered up at him with a questioning look. It didn't seem like she had realized she had complimented him so bluntly, but he definitely noticed. He had to draw his eyes away as he set down his beer, taking a deep breath to calm his boiling mind. But her appearance didn't push him away much, or his control wasn't that good, because his eyes couldn't help but steal another look as a crooked smile appeared onto his face.

"Hah….guess I am. We were together for three whole years, and I found out she was cheating on me for all three. Can you believe that?" She heard Royce scoff and looked over to see his hands rubbing his face. Anni turned to him,

"Normally I'd say no, but this is Amber we're talking about— so, yes, I can believe it." Anni shrugged, pouring another dosage of whiskey into a cup—

"Varrick tells me you're not much of a drinker."

"No..." Royce shook her head and looked down at her finger tracing against the bar-counter, "I never took to it as a sport like the rest of the Zalgo proxies."

"Well... here." Anni offered him the rest of her alcohol and Royce stared at it questioningly. Royce stared at the glass of wine with contemplation. He told himself that he would never let alcohol touch his lips during such a late time— just so he could manage to drive home without crashing. With a soft smile, Royce rubbed his head and looked down at his food sheepishly,

"Eh…noooo— I couldn't. I have to drive home." After that— it seemed he changed his mind almost instantly, downing the whiskey in her cup. Anni smirked at him,

"I thought you weren't gonna take it?" Anni hummed slightly, a cute little smug grin written on her face. Anni looked to Royce and he raised his glass, a clear buzz of the alcohol making his face numb,

"Hell, it's just one beer! Besides, you shouldn't listen to whatever bullshit I say, I'm an ass." He put the glass to his lips and dipped his head back so the alcohol would slide down his throat much easier. The whiskey burned down his throat and all the way down into the pit of his stomach, feeling the bitter aftertaste of the liquor on his tongue. He struggled to hide a stale face and managed to put on a smile, setting the shot glass back down onto the table. Lyon set the glass of wine he poured in front of her and Royce took it, sipping on it in an attempt to rid tongue of the leftover whiskey.

"No you're not." Anni laughed and ordered another beer, leaning her face into her palm watching him with amusement— he was so strangely interesting. Royce pouted,

"Yes I am. A complete and utter dickhole."

Anni put her hands up to his face, and once he took notice, he closed his eyes and flinched slightly as if he thought Anni was going to smack him— just like how Amber did. His muscles tightened but he grew confused when he didn't feel any pain coming from his face. He felt a warm sensation on his cheek, not that of a sting, but the warmth of a small breath and lips of another human being. He opened his eyes and saw Anni drawing back, her lips parted slightly. She smiled, "You give yourself too much credit."

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Ohhh can I request day 2: Voice kink with Dio? Even though he probably gets turned on by the sound of his own voice, that narcissistic vampire haha

Thanks again! This is something new, as someone with a voice kink myself I don't think I explored it as much as I should, but I hope you enjoy <3 I might come back to this one too

Day Two: Voice Kink

You walked in on something you shouldn't have seen. Dio, standing over his father's bed, drink and medicine in hand. You had watched him add the mystery powder to his father's drink silently with an evil emotion behind his eyes. You could've ran away, turn your back and pretend like you saw nothing, but damn your clumsy feet.

An end table tipped over, the candelabra it held clanged loudly to the floor and caught his attention quickly. His wild amber eyes flew over to the cracked door, angry and shocked by the sudden noise. In that split second you felt your heart drop when your eye made contact with his, you quickly turned and fled.

If you were quick enough, maybe there was a chance to loose him and blend into the rest of the servants. With heart hammering in your chest, on shaking legs you tried to escape down stairs, you wobbled forward taking a right of the stairs, only to be pulled sideways into the library. In a blur the doors shut, and you were pressed into the wall, trapped between the delicate paper and a warm chest. You would shriek if a heavy hand didn't block your airways, leaving you dizzy and so much more shaky.

"My dear Y/n, what is the matter? You seem like you've seen a ghost?" His voiced oozed over you like bees honey, making you shudder in delight and fear. Surely now he could feel your heart beating out of your chest, rivalling a scared rabbits. "It's only me. Relax..." The hand on your thigh began to move, like to massage the tension from your body. But those eyes... As long as his stare was on you, you didn't think you could relax a bit.

He leaned down ever so slightly into your ear, his breath brushed against your skin, hot, coming in huffs like he was just running after you. "I know it was you watching me in my father's room."

Fuck.

"Are you worried about what I put in his drink? Were you thinking about running away to tell JoJo? Don't worry, it was only a new medicine to help him with his sickness. You believe me, right, my dear? You can't speak but I know your head still moves." You startled away from the new edge in his voice. Fighting back a tear, you nodded along.

"Good girl... You've always been my favorite servant." The hand once on your hip now slipped beneath your skirt, playing with the lace of your stocking where it met your soft skin. At first you didn't recognize it, simply overtaken by his seductive voice droning on in your ear. You just about died in his arms once he let loose a soft and oh so beautiful moan. "So eager to please me, so sweet, even to a filthy rat after it finds its way into the house. I believe you should be rewarded. Do give me the opportunity to please you, won't you, my dear?"

The hand moved up and pushed there fingers into your panties, finding your soaked and neglected clit. His hands were cold as they began on you, taking your bundle of nerves between his fingers to massaging it slowly. Your reaction was immediate, a silenced cry against his hand still on your mouth, pressing the back of your head deeper into the crook of his neck. Dio crooned at the sight and gave you a soft kiss on your neck, which turned violent as he started to bite at your skin.

"I can almost feel you getting wetter with every word I say. Do you enjoy the sound of my voice?" Nothing but another moan. His hand was a mess of your drool and fallen tears, he decided to make it worse by forcing his thumb into your mouth, hooking on your tongue to let you taste the salty mess you made. "You want me to berate you? Call you a whore? Would you enjoy that, too? Your practically falling apart already, you'd probably die if I gave you my cock already."

To tease you Dio's fingers went faster. They rubbed quick painful circles into your clit, never leaving to seek out your dripping core. The attention at your most sensitive area had your legs shaking violently. If not for the thigh grinding up between your legs you would've fell to the floor. "I'll be kind and keep talking until you cum. It shouldn't be too long now. What has it been, only a couple minutes? My, you're easy to please. You want my cock to finish you off? You only gotta ask for it." He grinned wickedly knowing you couldn't. His thumb pinned your tongue down harder, rubbing it when he felt like it. You were a drooling mess only making nonsensical noises as you humped against his hand. Dio rubbed your clit quicker feeding into your begining release, he kissed you passionately to swallow your screams of pleasure until there was no more. Your slick coated his hand as you stayed there, breathing into each other as the orgasmic haze settled in your mind.

Dio continued to kiss you sweetly, betraying his early actions, he wiped his hand clean on the skirt of your dress. "God, you're cute." He sighed against your mouth. "But I'm afraid I have my own problem now. Be a good servant and help me out, would you?"

[chuu-nct]

healer ; eight

➳pairing: ateez x reader

➳genre: gang au, amnesia au, angst, romance, fluff, suggestive, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, possible smut

➳rating: M

➳warnings: mentions of death and loss

"Amber, why can't we just ask The Decim? They're close with Ateez too so-"

Slamming her hands on the desk, the leader stood up in frustration, "that's exactly why we can't ask them. They're closer to Ateez than they are to us."

"How can you be sure?" Akio scoffed.

"I've asked them to spill some information about Ateez before and the leader warned me at that moment. We may be on good terms with them but their loyalty is to Ateez."

Akio pulled his hair in frustration. They had spent days trying to get any lead on what could've happened to you but there were no ways to do so. No one knows where Ateez's hideout is and no one can ever track down where they're going to be.

"Can't you track them down like we did for the mission, Amber?" Aiko once asked the older woman during dinner.

"No. That mission, although small, was something I tracked for a year. If their small missions are that unpredictable what chance do we have now especially since they're most likely going to be extra careful now?"

"Akio," Amber sighed, "I know you and (Y/n) had a close relation-"

"Don't finish that sentence."

Ever since you had gone missing, Akio fell under a dark spell. He felt as if he was the only one who cared and the only one who actually wanted to find you. He knew you had to be alive even though Amber and Aiko insisted that you weren't. Akio knew you weren't as weak as everyone thought you were.

"This isn't about my relationship with her, this is about you not caring about your members! You're just going to leave (Y/n) out to die and even if she is dead then you don't even want to know what happened to her? You let my mom die and my dad... and now her."

"Akio hang on-"

"No!" he cried, pain and hurt written all over his face, "I lost everyone... and every single time you were the only one that lived. You made (Y/n) feel ashamed of herself before we lost her... she wasn't even happy and you're just leaving her like that?"

Amber was stunned at the boys' words as she couldn't find the courage in her to look at his pleading eyes. She knew everything he said was right but didn't want to admit it. Perhaps, it was all the karma from when they first lost Akira. She knew it was her fault but suppressed the thoughts until now; it was all she was able to do after all.

Akio knew he wasn't going to get any reply from their leader but turned to look at her before he left, "Amber, I'm not asking you to be some kind of Superman. Just don't play the victim and fix one of your mistakes...just once."

"(Y/n), I thought Seonghwa told you not to touch anything."

Your eyes widened at the sound of your leader's voice as you felt the picture being ripped out of your hands. Hongjoong, now in front of you, looked dark as his body was tensed with anger.

"I'm sorry," you stuttered, words barely being able to exit your mouth in fear.

Hongjoong let out a deep breath as he placed the picture frame back on the table and grabbed your hand, pulling you up the stairs. You yelped in pain which caused him to tighten his hold on you until he nudged you into the living room where all the members were sitting.

"And here's our secret weapon now," Seonghwa smiled, looking at his members as he walked up to you.

The one who you remembered as San stood up instantly, "there's no way you're planning on taking her with us."

"The Sevren have a known soft spot for women. We can get someone we know working in their building to let her in," the older male continued.

"So what is she even supposed to do?" Yeosang questioned.

"When I heard there was a new mission, I remember Yeosang told me I would just be observing," you tried to add but seemingly went unnoticed by everyone.

"I can act as her husband if she needs someone to go with her."

"Wooyoung, please," Seongwha scolded.

Your mind was flooded with questions as you listened to what the boys were saying in confusion. Looking towards Hongjoong for any kind of help, he simply gave you an annoyed glare as he leaned on the door frame, watching everyone from the side.

"So it's decided then," the leader suddenly spoke up, walking towards the center, "(Y/n) will be assisting us tomorrow and will redeem herself on her first mission since the accident."

Worried, Jongho spoke up, "she barely remembers anything, Hongjoong. Don't you think this is going to be too dangerous for her?"

"Jongho..." the leader replied, venom lacing his tone, "how is it your place to talk about dangerous missions. Don't forget that this is your first 'big' mission too. Don't overstep your boundaries."

The room instantly went quiet as Hongjoong looked towards Seongwha, the two of them exiting together until Seonghwa took hold of your wrist, dragging you along as well. The six boys sat quietly in the room as they replayed the plan in their heads.

"How could Hongjoong already decide to let her go on a mission with us?" Mingi spoke, "she hasn't shown us any of her 'skills', remember?"

Sighing, San stood up, "I'd agree if we weren't talking about our leader. He's smart and he always knows what he's doing."

"She could get hurt!" Mingi retorted.

"And? We barely even know her so it wouldn't affect us at all," Wooyoung commented as he laughed, grabbing a beer from the cupboard beside him.

Jongho had been quiet throughout most of the meeting as only one thought ran through his mind.

Would you even be okay?

He didn't feel anything towards you, but the young member was slightly worried and guilty. He knew you didn't deserve all the lies, especially because of how kind you had been. Jongho never did have a proper childhood after joining Ateez but after meeting you, even if he would never admit it, he felt like a schoolboy again.

"Jongho?"

In an instant, Jongho's eyes widened as he felt his shoulders being shaken.

"God, I thought we lost you," Wooyoung obnoxiously chuckled, "we were asking what you think of all this. You're especially close to the girl, aren't you?"

Jongho's breath caught in his throat as his cheeks flushed with tints of red, "I'm not that close to her..."

"You're literally always around her," San added.

"She's always around me!"

"No, it seems like you follow her around-"

"Enough!" Yunho exclaimed, fed up with the group's childish antics. "(Y/n) will be fine and I can say that with confidence because unlike you idiots, I didn't forget how she's here in the first place." Looking around, Yunho groaned as all he saw were blank faces, "the blast from the bomb should've killed her especially since it was under the car she was in. Yeah, Jongho got scarred a bit too but he was further away so he had minor injuries but that girl should've been dead. She's clearly someone strong if she was able to withstand that."

The boys around him nodded in understanding as they remembered how surprised they all were when they saw that you were breathing after the blast. Amber's group was always known to have a black sheep in the group; someone stronger, faster, and more skilled than most, but Ateez were still unsure if that was you.

Wooyoung scoffed at his friend's words, "I mean, none of that matters. Even if she is or isn't their 'amazing member', people always do best in fight or flight situations," he grinned wickedly.

"Hongjoong I just want answers!"

After Seonghwa dragged you along with him and Hongjoong, you became furious as your mind was scrambled with questions. Ever since you had woken up, you felt as if you didn't truly know anything and it didn't help that none of Ateez were giving you any information.

"What do you want to know?" Hongjoong questioned abruptly, turning towards you as you froze at his expression.

"I just..." your leader seemed furiously upset and you were too scared to continue until you felt a warm hand upon your shoulder.

"It's okay, (Y/n)" Seongwha whispered.

Taking a deep breath, your eyes sharpened as you confronted the man in front of you, "ever since I woke up, no one's been giving me actual answers. Who are these people in this group; who am I in this group and how the hell do you know my mother?"

The last question had taken Hongjoong by surprise as Seonghwa visibly stiffened as well, taking his hand off of your shoulder. He never thought you would end up confronting him; he thought the rest of the boys were doing their part in making his lies seem believable.

"Look," he sighed, "you went through a really bad accident which made you lose your memories. You know that, right?" You glared at him, causing him to stumble as he realized you didn't appreciate his joke. "The boys all have their own personalities and stories. If you forgot all of them then I can't sum any of that for you in a couple of minutes, not even an hour or a day.

As for who you are in this group... we'll have to reassess that. And finally, I barely know who you're talking about; if it's that woman in the picture you were looking at then that was a friend of my mom's, I'd guess."

"You'd guess?"

"Would you keep tabs on and know everything about your mom's friend?"

"Well I wouldn't know because she's dead..." you laughed dryly.

However, Hongjoong wasn't laughing; nor did he hold any pity towards you. Instead, your leader held a face of anger as he walked up to you, making you stumble back into Seonghwa's chest. "Look, I know you lost your memories but at this point, I don't even know who you are anymore. We all know your mom's dead, alright? That doesn't give you the right to use that to talk back to me because guess what? My mom is dead too! And so is Wooyoung's! And Yeosangs! So don't use your dead parents against anyone in this group."

As he pushed passed you, Hongjoong looked towards Seonghwa to which he nodded as he ultimately left the room.

"(Y/n)..." Seonghwa breathed out, obviously in disappointment.

"I know... you shouldn't talk back to him..."

"(Y/n) what we tell you isn't for his sake and for his ego. It's for your safety."

"I just felt so upset when he said that... it was as if he doesn't know..."

"He does. Trust me he knows the story of everyone in this group. It's you who doesn't and that's why he lashed out like he did... You used to be the one who knew and understood all of us; you were like a rock for the whole group.

Ever since you woke up, I know that you feel like you don't know anyone but that's how everyone feels towards you.

You don't know who we are but we don't know who you are."

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[selinakidreams]

here’s a lil something for baku (and you) to enjoy on his birthday <3 all apart of the bakugo birthday bash hosted by the lovely @jodrawssmut @phasmwrites @katsukikitten @bakugotrashpanda @lady-bakuhoe @ramen-rambles ! !! thank you guys so much for letting me be apart of this <3

pairing: (established relationship) QUIRKLESS AU kiribaku x fem! reader

word count: 3k+

warnings: alcohol consumption but sober sex, oral (f receiving), mentions of throat fucking, mentions of spit roasting, lots of mentions of spit <3 (and exactly one spit into a mouth), very light degradation, praise

a/n: this is my first time writing with three characters kdjdkdk it’s way out of my comfort zone and I only had 6 days to write it,, but I did it!! trust me I wanted to write more but I actually wanted to make it to baku’s birthday so !! don’t be mad at the endiiiiiiinnnngggg <3

The jazz wafted throughout the empty bar; your silk dress falling from the edge of your seat. It has been a slow night for the bar. You leaned your head into your hand, elbow keeping you sturdy as you swirled the drink around it’s glass cup. 

Your friend's party became a bit too feral for your taste, but you kept your word and stayed as long as you could for the sole purpose of seeing her smile, but then they showed up and you saw yourself out. 

The dim lighting made your eyes droopy with no action to keep your brain going, so you take another swig of your drink before swiveling in your chair to face the other side of the bar. 

Floor to ceiling windows greeted you, giving you the perfect overlook to the twinkling city lights below. It was incredible how your friend could afford a room in this hotel for her party. 

You noticed a movement in the corner of your eye; someone had entered the bar. 

You turn back to face all the expensive drinks displayed on the shelf, the perfect excuse to catch a quick glimpse at him. The contrast of his hair against everything else in the room almost made your eyes pop out of their sockets. 

Platinum blonde hair tufted out like an explosion, a satin red shirt that danced with the warm light of the room, black slacks and from what you could tell, some expensive ass shoes. Too dressy just to be here for some drinks.

Wanting to see more but not willing to fully stare at the man, you signed and waited until it seemed like he got settled on the bar stool before saying, “Is it your party that’s on this floor? It seems like quite the... experience.” 

Your voice came out smooth and velvety to bakugo’s ears, not that he would ever admit it. He scoffed before taking a second to look at the stranger who was daring to talk to him. His first thought settled in his mind and accepted it, almost prompting for silence- waiting to see if you would push to talk to him again.

From what you could tell, he was scanning you up and down. He opened his mouth to say something; his pink plush lips looking extremely inviting as they began to mouth something.

No sound came out for the next few seconds, showing he decided to keep his thoughts to himself. He closed his mouth and took out a phone from his pocket, the screen illuminated his face as he began typing something out. 

With this newfound light, his features became even more alluring- which couldn't be said for most people. Perfect porcelain skin, his profile pointed and devilishly handsome.

He’s well aware that he still held your attention, so when he slid his phone back in his pocket, he responded to your previous question, “yea, that’s the one. I’d rather stick it out instead of hearing them complain about me not going to my own party  for the rest of the week.”

By the end of his sentence, he had a glass of something amber in his hand that seemed to look a lot like whiskey. He didn’t spare you another glance but you could tell he expected to hear a response.

You hummed, slightly nodding your head, “The party I had to go to is upstairs and it’s… a lot. They're all just talking about expensive this and designer that and I couldn't listen to another word so I had to get out of there…” you trailed off at his silence. Noting that the conversation wasn’t going anywhere, you introduced yourself in hopes to continue interacting with him. You knew his type, and you knew in some way, he was going to surprise you. 

“Bakugo Katsuki.” He said in turn.

You slowly nodded before posing another question.

“So Bakugo, not really a party goer?” You attempt to ask, only to get a huff in return.

“not one for small talk either, i see?” You add at the end.

Another few quiet moments go by before he responds

“If I was a party goer, I’d be at my own party wouldn’t I?” He quipped back and your eyebrows shot up as you raised your hands in defense. 

“Well hey, I dunno ! For all I know you could have had a really rough night and this specific bar could be your saving grace. Could possibly use this night to drown your sorrows away behind a whole bottle of what… whiskey?” You say, ushering to his drink before turning to face your own, knowing he probably didn’t like being pegged as such.

“but you wouldn’t do that. You’re a strong man who knows what to do when things get bad, huh?” you continue, sprinkling praise to his dignity. He seemed like the type to prioritize that.

He didn’t do or say much in terms of a response but a small smile grew on your lips seeing how his body suddenly released a bit of the physical tension that was winding up.

You moved a few seats closer to him. If he didn’t like it, he hadn’t said anything. 

“So-'' Interrupted before you could continue the line of questions, Bakugo surprised you by asking, “you think you’re better than your friends? Leaving them and comin’ here to drink alone?” his voice coming out gruff and low.

“No, not one bit. I was the one who planned the whole thing for my friend, it’s just unfortunate that she had to invite all those people who aren’t all that nice to her. I can’t stand them. I’ve told them off more than I can count, but they just brush me off. A group of bullies is one thing, but a group of people who pretends to be friends with you then talks behind your back is another.`` 

Bakugo was quiet, not by astonishment or anger; he seemed to be expressionless as he piped up, “fake people are some of the uglies nobodies out there.”

You turn to look at him before sipping your drink and moving a seat closer. This time Bakugo glanced your way but continued to stay silent. 

“You ever beat someone up?” you ask, resting your chin on your palm, tilting your head towards him.

Your second surprise that night, he chuckled. It was soft, the complete opposite to the demeanor he'd been holding.

“Why? You want me to go in there and beat a few of those assholes up?” his eyes were relaxed by this point, no longer sharp and heavily guarded.

“Only because they don't believe I'm intimidating enough.”

“Maybe because you're not.”

You fake gasped, bringing your other hand up to your heart. “Excuse me sir but I'll have you know that I can be quite the fighter.”

“We’ll see about that.”

You hadn’t realized you got so close to Bakugo until you heard the footsteps nearing you both.  When a handsome voice called out bakugo’s name, you slightly jumped. Putting as much space between the two of you as possible, you looked to the source of the voice. 

Handsome would be an understatement. 

With red bangs that framed his sharp toothy smile perfectly and the rest of his hair tied back in a messy ponytail, this man looked a bit taller than Bakugo with a much warmer aura... but radiated the same type of... manliness. 

“Bakugo, I just got your text- Mina has been dragging me everywhere to make sure your party’s going well. Is this her?” the handsome man asked, a slight indistinguishable gleam flashes in his eye when he looks over to you.

“Yeah, ‘nd i wanna leave now.” he almost pouted before looking over to you. 

“You comin’?” 

Your gaze snapped between the two men, only slightly putting two and two together. 

Red hair spoke up, “He probably didn't explain it well but I'm his boyfriend, Kirishima Eijiro!” he held out his hand cheerfully, listening to your introduction. 

“Not to sound too forward or to make you uncomfortable... but do you wanna come home with us? He texted me earlier saying that there was this hottie in a silk dress and… well…” he trailed off licking his bottom lip as his wandering gaze slowly shifted hungrier, “he wasn't kidding.”

There was a lot happening at once but all that you were thinking was that these two hot men wanted you, and the happy buzz that was coursing through your system couldnt object the offer, so with a quick nod of your head, you were handed a water bottle, guided off of the stool, and into the back of the next taxi they could hail. 

The ride was filled with wandering hands and mischievous looks. Kirishima was whispering naughty promises in Bakugo’s ear that you couldn't quite hear, while your attention focused on the big palm that was making its way to the most heated part of your body. The quick inhales that the blonde took went straight to your core, making you incredibly excited for what the night had to offer. 

As soon as the door swung open, lips were on lips and clothes were coming off. The rush to get to the bedroom was heated and messy but once you all entered the room, there was an intense shift that even you couldn't predict. 

Kirishima spoke first, “So what does my birthday boy want? Does he want to fuck or be fucked?”

With a suck at his teeth, Bakugo knew if he didn’t give an answer soon he’d be met with-

“Better hurry up handsome, or I might just choose for you…” Kirishima hummed, bright crimson eyes hopping on over to meet your gaze, “better yet…”

He was by your side in mere seconds. His huge figure towering over yours, you almost flinched when his bulky fingers grazed up your arm. 

“What if you chose for him?” He purred in your ear loud enough so Bakugo’s ruby eyes found yours. Your name rolled off the red-haired man’s tongue like sweet honey, “go ahead, what do you think he would want more?”

Your gaze flickered between them, you couldn’t tell one or the other’s preferences but if they wanted to use you, they could. 

“How about… Eijiro… you could fuck my throat and Katsuki… could fuck whatever hole he wants?” You ask, the question raising an octave out of uncertainty. 

Kirishima raises an eyebrow towards the man of the hour, slightly amused and completely aroused. 

Bakugo is already smirking,“Atta girl, knows exactly what to say.” 

Kirishima starts to kiss your neck as Bakugo stands in front of you, occupying your lips for the first time that night. 

With one arm wrapped around your waist, he seemed to have rubbed on his boyfriend's bulge before reaching for the zipper of your dress. In turn, the feeling of the Eijiro’s bulge humped your back. 

Whether it was your dress hitting the floor or Katsuki’s tongue slipping in your mouth didn't matter, a sharp gasp escaped your lips, causing Kirishima to chuckle and whisper, “get on the bed, princess.” while Bakugo pulls away from you, a string of spit keeps you connected.

With your gaze lustly hazy, you dreamily make your way to the bed, but not without a little show. Before splaying yourself out on the mattress, you stretch out- almost in the child's pose of yoga except you add a deep arch in your back for the sole purpose of showing off your pretty seamless thong. 

As you reposition yourself, you glance over to the side to find that both men are now only in restricting briefs, eyes glued to your figure, both palming themselves over their boxers. 

Eyes half massed and back flat on the bed, you begin to pout, feeling almost bare without anyone’s hands on you. 

As if on cue, they began to make their way over to you, looking oh so hungry. 

You immediately sat up and swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, pulsating at the prospect of having two seemingly thick dicks at once… but they were still in their boxers. Why?

“Ya have to ask nicely in order to get a treat, you ungrateful slut.” Bakugo growled before taking your jaw in his hand, squishing your cheeks with his fingers. 

“Better yet, beg.” he said with a coldness that heated your core and had your eyes going wide.

Whimpering when he let go, you kept your innocent doe eyes as two sets of starved eyes stared down at you.

“W-wanna get fucked, please. Wanna feel both of you everywhere…” you say as you reach both hands out to palm the silhouette of their bulges. “Please…?” 

There was a “christ” that was muttered out before you were pushed back on the bed by Bakugo, then kirishima manhandled you so that your neck was supported by the edge of the bed, your head mostly hanging off.

Even in the midst of the binding tension, Kirishima didn't hesitate to instruct Bakugo to put a pillow under your hips, the blonde eagerly following through with the demand. 

“How’dyou want Katsuki to prep you, baby? He’s skillful in every sense but he really enjoys using his mouth.” 

The bed shifted and before you could string a thought together, you looked down and lost all ability to think. The sight in front of you was downright sinful. A smirk was pulling at the left corner of his lips as he sunk closer to your clothed pussy, his red gaze now a deep wicked crimson as he watched for your reaction.

You didn't have much time to analyze before a thick hand laced through your hair and ushered your view back to the red head’s now exposed cock. You gulped. 

Not incredibly long, a moderate size but with a juicy girth, Kirishima’s cock had a thick vein trailing up his underside. 

If you could make heart eyes, you're sure that you'd be doing them by now. 

Focused on paying attention to his pretty pink weeping tip, you felt your panties being pushed to the side. As tempting as it was to look down, you kept your sights set on the task at hand. Licking and kissing his cock, mixing your saliva with his precum, you earned a guttural groan from the big man above you, encouraging you to do more, please him more- until a warm muscle was met with your sopping core, causing a high gasp of a vibration to hit Kirishima’s head. 

Your mind stopped reeling for a second- it stopped doing anything to be frank. Your hips mindlessly thrust up in attempts to get more of Bakugo’s mouth. He chuckled against you in response.  

Moans bounced off the walls the deeper you guys got with each arousing movement; slurps coming from your’s and Bakugo’s mouth were the loudest noises in the room- that was until you moved down to pay the much needed attention to Kirishima’s balls. He couldn't seem to take it when you began sucking and fondling, moaning about how full he looked. He let out an obscene whine that you couldn’t believe came from him but when Bakugo pulled his lips from around your clit, you followed the noise with a similar one.

Unlike Kirishima who had stayed still, you tried to push Bakugo’s face back down out of lack of patience. Somewhere along the lines, the dominating rolls have switched, but you couldn't really find it in yourself to trace back to when that happened.

 “You really are a fighter, huh?” he chuckled out before adding, “quit whining shitty hair, you’ll get to fuck her throat once I’m done eating.” 

And with that, he dove right back in, causing you to clench around nothing yet and arch your back to get impossibly closer. In turn, your gaze caught the big desperate pleading eyes looking down at you, nearly begging you to do something... 

You were so dizzy with pleasure that you murmured  a mindless, “I didn't forget about you Eijiro.”,  before using your hands to guide his cockhead back into your mouth to coat it in your saliva then pulling off and spreading it down the rest of his length. He bit his lip and let out a cute “mmph!”, which went straight to your abused core. Wanting to hear more, you began to pump his shaft with your messy fist. 

With everything going on, you didn’t realize how built up you were. At an astounding rate, your climax crashed over you, making you shriek against Kirishima's dick as you attempted to cage Bakugo’s head in with your thighs. What pushed you even further was the death grip Katsuki had on your thighs and the sinful sounds he was making while lapping away at your juices. 

Your hands shot from Kirishima’s cock down to grip Bakugo’s hair, freeing your mouth to pant out breathy praises and a whiney “Katsuki!”.

“Fuck,” Bakugo groaned as he came up from your pelvis once you’ve relaxed, whipping your juices from off of his chin with the back of his hand. 

“Kiri, c’mere, you gotta try this,” he said before pulling his boyfriend in for a kiss over your slumped body. Watching their lips meet and seeing Kirishima’s tongue slip into his lover’s mouth sent a dull throb to your core, even moreso when Kirishima sighed into the kiss while his cock twitched upwards, close to your face. 

When they pulled away, Bakugo gave one more little peck to Kirishima before looking down at you with a mischievous grin. You mentally gather yourself and sit up, already ready to be told what to do next.

“Open up, sweet cheeks.”

You did as you were told with your tongue out on display, unintentionally closing your eyes as a sweet little “aaah” came out on instinct. 

The spit hit your tongue dead on and you had to refrain from automatically swallowing. 

A low whisper about how good you were to Katsuki pulled him out of his daze, his eyes darting away from the new wetness on your tongue. 

“Swallow, slut.” and so you did.

“You're right Kiri, she is such a good girl…  Are you ready to get fucked stupid as your prize?” was the last thing you remember before both of them did exactly that.

[cheelduh]

How to bet your way into someone’s heart. (Highschool AU)

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Warnings: Fake weed. Poor Signora smh. Oh yes, lots of swearing. UNEDITED ASF IM LAZY BYE.

Synopsis: Childe is being an infatuated idiot, Lisa has eyes for vending machine chocolate, and Kaeya is desperately in need of a pencil. With all these distractions, there’s no way in hell you’ll be able focus on the task at hand.

This is crack.

I don’t have time.

You think as you race down the hallway, shoes slapping against the floor as you expertly dodge multiple students in your way.

Bullet. You're as fast as a bullet, because everyone around you is a blur and you don't stop, can't stop, not until you meet your target.

It's funny how one can accomplish many challenges and feats they were unable to, merely due to pressure. Pressure is a twisted ugly thing that can gnaw its way into the pit of your stomach and grow like a parasite. Pressure is a parasite that can either bring the best in you, or the worst, but at the cost of one's peace of mind.

"Move it Signora!" You shouted a warning at the senior blocking your way. There wasn't any time for you slow down at that point, and you'd risk bumping into the breakfast club's stall if you swerved to the side, sending juice flying everywhere.

Signora's eyes widened momentarily, getting the gist albeit her anger, and choosing to back up flatly against the locker.

Her lipstick nearly slips from her fingers as you swerve past, a thick gust of wind in your wake.

It messes with the hair she woke up two hours early for.

Signora plots her revenge. You still don't have time.

You nearly kick the door to your home room down, but you can't risk the perfect image your teachers have of you. So you pat down your t-shirt, take five tempting deep breaths, and tentatively knock the door.

The door opens and you're met with a young man, familiar amber pupils welcoming you.

You try not to huff and puff at the cost of your stamina. Thinking back, there's no way in hell you could have physically been that fast.

"Good morning Y/N," Your homeroom teacher gives you a small smile, moving aside to let you in. "Class is just about to start."

You check your watch, then turn to him with an apologetic tone, trying not to crack under the eyes of your classmates. "I'm so sorry Mr.Zhongli, I slept through my alarm."

Your idiot ass forgot to set one because you studied till four in the morning.

"You're like thirty seconds late, cut the shit." Beidou boos from the back, causing your stance to stiffen.

"I don't wanna hear it Beidou. If anything, you're two periods earlier than usual." Ningguang calls her out for you, but you have a feeling it's more so on behalf of a personal vendetta.

Ignoring the two bickering, Mr.Zhongli gives you the handout. "Take a seat. Do not fret over such minuscule things dear."

Relief washes over you. Your impeccable attendance is not on the line.

Childe tries to flag you down next to him but you send him a pointed glare and sit next to Lisa instead.

"You should give him a chance you know." Lisa doesn't even have to open her eyes to know what's going on.

"Please," You scoff, digging through your bags to collect your notes. "As if I have the time to fool around with a shady kid like him."

Your friend sighs in disapproval, and makes no move to take out her own notes as Mr.Zhongli begins the lecture on the Archon war.

"You should really pay attention." It bothers you that she doesn't, but then again it's not your place to tell her what to do or not to do.

"I don't need to." She yawns, blinking an eye open towards you. "I have you after all."

"I'm tired of saving your ass." You groan and pull a pen out of your pocket to get started on the exercises as Mr.Zhongli talks in the background.

The course outline contained all the topic, and you made sure to teach yourself as much as you could before class to stay ahead.

Immersed in the worksheet, you blinked away your sleep and tried to answer as many questions as you could at the moment. You didn't hear the slight shift next to you, and the change of breathing, or the rate of which time went by.

A familiar scent makes its way into your nostrils.

"Lisa. Why do you smell like mango juul juice." You know the scent from when Signora blew a mango flavoured fog in your face yesterday at lunch when you said you were hungry.

A chuckle erupts and you freeze in place. "That's because I'm not Lisa."

You blink. Once, twice, and then crane your head to the side to meet a pair of teasing cerulean eyes.

Fingers loosening in shock, the pen drops on the desk with a short thud.

You whisk your head towards the front of the classroom, and Mr.Zhongli is nowhere to be seen.

"There's no saving you now." Childe's smirk widens, and he scoots closer to you. "Mr.Zhongli had to get something from the staff room. The staff room is near the cafeteria."

"Which is also near the merch stall." You grumbled, bringing both hands to massage your temples as a headache is beginning it's reign.

"Tsk tsk. Smart girl. I'd like to add that he's forgotten his wallet in his office as well, which is in the south wing."

"Son of a..." You mutter underneath your breath, and opt to scoot further back, but your efforts are futile because your desk is in a corner.

Your next beacon of hope is Lisa, so you scan the room full of chattering students, only to find her pestering her crush, Jean.

Shit...there's nothing getting you out of this one.

"What did it take?" Is your only question, the despair starting to brew. How much did it take for your best friend to betray you?

"A dollar and fifty for vending machine chocolate."

You take a moment to breathe, calming your nerves and burying down the urge to screech. "What will it take?"

"For what?" Childe replies back innocently, and you can't believe how fast he can change masks. You almost give in.

"For you to leave me alone."

"Aww come on girlie," He whines, closing in the distance. "Don't be so cold."

What did your mom tell you that one time? Oh yes. That if you were ever backed against a wall, then just break the damn thing down.

Too bad it's figurative. You're just about ready to sock him in the face if you didn't know he was into that sort of thing.

"I'm serious about you," He says, and it sounds so real, so genuine, nearly makes you sputter. "See? I've even bought school supplies.

He unzips his light backback and spills the contents on the table.

A lone piece of paper flies out, a lighter, and a mechanical pencil with no lead that follows straight after. There's also a pocket knife that you choose to ignore.

You're not the least bit surprised.

"First of all, how the fuck are you passing this class. Second, do you really think I'm into nerds?"

"Well, considering that you are a nerd—"

"You're making things worse."

"My bad, my bad." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "But on a serious note. I'll do anything."

You cross your arms. "I'm not just another one of your conquests Childe. It's not like I have the time. There are better things to do."

"You need to relax." He says so simply, with complete disregard as to what you are trying to say.

"I am relaxed." You reply, picking up your pen to continue your work. If he's going to annoy you, then you might as well get shit done while he's at it.

You're not wasting any more time.

"When was the last time you got a full eight hours of sleep?" His voice is soft, too soft, and it's not at all like the Childe you know.

Your pen stops momentarily, but you will yourself to continue writing. The words look fumbled, but you don't care. The best thing to do is get your work done and ignore the idiot next to you.

"C'mon, Zhongli won't be back for another half an hour at least. Let's go." He kicks the bottom of your chair to urge you.

The pen shakes in your hand, and you narrow your eyes at the paper, digging holes into poor question eight. "I'm trying to work here. Let me work." You'll say anything to get him off your back.

"Fine fine fine..." He raises both hands in mock surrender. "I'll stop bothering you."

Your ears perk up at that, and you turn to him so fast he has to hold in his laugh. "Really?"

"Yeah," Childe nods along, bringing your hopes up. "If you win a bet, that is." And they're back to ocean level.

You roll your eyes. There's always a catch. That doesn't mean you're any less interested.

"What's the bet?" You ask curiously, all your focus now on him. Just as he longed for from the very start.

He flicks a thumb towards the door, leaning closer to whisper next to your ear. "We bet when Zhongli comes back."

"Are you kidding me?" You aren't bothered at all at the close proximity, mainly because you're too tired and only care about the freedom that will come with your win.

Childe, however, is a completely different story. His heart is beating a thousand times a second, but his face doesn't show it. Not one bit.

Kaeya leans in from the seat behind you two, interested in what's going on. "Ooooh secrets."

"Shut up Kaeya." Childe and you monotonously drone in sync, still having your little staring contest.

The captain of the skating team smiles, about to ask—

"No. We don't have an extra pencil. Even if we did we wouldn't give it to you." Childe finally breaks his gaze to scare off Kaeya.

Kaeya raises a smug brow, and leans back in his chair like the jerkwad he is. "Then don't let me keep you two love birds."

That's all it takes for him to earn Childe's unwavering respect and loyalty for as long as he lives.

After the two are done creating an elaborate handshake as a mark of their newfound friendship, you decide to just forget about the handout. It's not like you're getting anything done anyways.

"Anyways, back to the bet." Childe says, resting his cheek on his fist as he stares at you dreamily. You try not to break under his gaze.

"If I win, you have to go on a date with me."

"No way in hell—"

"Then I'll bother you for the rest of highschool."

Highschool is eternity. You don't want to live through an eternity of this.

"Fine." You answer, and for the first time he sees genuine fear in your face, it makes him waver slightly. Not enough for him to pity you.

"If I win..." You trail, thinking loud and clear as you ignore the excited chatter of your classmates. "I want you to pay attention to class."

"What?" He exclaims incredulously, blinking in disbelief. "I thought you'd get me to stop talking to you altogether."

"If you're paying attention in class, you don't bother me as much and your grades go up." You grin smartly, and oh archons it livens his entire day up, and it's only nine in the morning.

"You care about my grades?" Childe bites back a smile.

"Not at all." You lie, and quickly look away. Woah the floor tile looking trippy.

He decides it's better to get on with the bet without causing you any more distress. After all, you've given him such cute facial expressions today. He's feeling quite generous.

Pulling out his cracked-as-shit latest model phone, he unlocks it and tinkers with it a bit before turning the screen towards you.

"We'll be using this to time both of our predictions at the same time. Whoever has the closer time to when he finally swings by is the winner." The rules are simply put, no room for error.

You tilt your head in confusion. "Why am I seeing a slime review?"

"SHIT!" Childe fumbles with his phone, aggressively tapping on the screen. He lowers his head and voice as if he's been through fifty consecutive hits in the face. "It's uh, Teucer's account."

"Yeah...okay." Is all you can say.

"Ok what do you bet?" He changes the topic to unfuck the situation.

Putting a finger in your chin, you think for a minute, calculating the average of all the times Mr.Zhongli has left the classroom for a considerable amount of time.

"Fifteen minutes." You're sure of it. It's like clockwork every day.

"Hmm..." Childe crosses his arms, seemingly in deep thought. "Five minutes." He places his bet, and both timers start simultaneously.

Five minutes?! Is he serious?

You laugh inwardly. This challenge is in the bag.

The sense of victory you feel dulls when your ears pick up the echo of footsteps nearing the classroom.. Both your heads snap up to the doors.

There's something scary about Childe once his competitive side comes out. "Looks like I've won." He turns to you, eyes darkening evilly.

"What? There's no way in hell a ginger is right." Your palms are clammed up, eyebrows furrowed in panic. You calculated every single variable, how could this be?

You race to the front, Childe right on your tail as the entire class clamps up. The footsteps get louder, causing even whispers to become total silence.

Then it hits you. The shitty music about getting bitches and bars playing on the other side.

The door is swung open by Childe, and you're face to face with an idiot sophomore with a speaker in his pocket.

Childe’s grin is long gone, and you sigh in relief.

The false alarm encourages the class to return back to their idle chatter.

"Scaramouche?" Childe spits, narrowing his eyes at the unamused boy. "I thought it was Signora's shift today."

By "shift" he means being a complete dickwad and scamming fake weed to students in return for their souls. It only really works on the freshmen.

The only reason the club still runs is because Signora threatened the principal with some sus pictures she snapped of him and his assistant.

"Apparently she had an emergency." Scaramouche explains, lowering the volume on his outdated beats pill. "Something about a hair appointment because she got ran into by a, and I quote "lecherous imbecile.""

You steer clear of the conversation, finding the whiteboard far more fascinating and worth your while.

A loud cough is heard from behind the kid, and you're met with a crestfallen look on your beloved teacher's face.

You go through a whiplash of emotions, becoming completely numb towards your loss.

"They were out of slow cooked bamboo shoot soup." He sighs, handing a stack of papers to Childe, who is wearing the fattest smirk on his face at his victory. "Please hand these out to your classmates Childe, and we will begin shortly."

You check down at the timer despite knowing who’s won. Five minutes and twenty five seconds. Somehow, you don't feel as dejected as you thought you'd feel.

Maybe the date will be fun. Maybe Childe isn't so bad. Maybe...you do have time to indulge in these sort of things. If he’s so hell bent on getting your attention, perhaps it’s possible that you can make some room in your heart for him.

However, all those thoughts fly out the window when Childe hands you the new worksheet.

“I hope you're ready for our date tomorrow. We'll be sparring till sundown, and after you’ll be feeding me with chopsticks." He winks, and it makes your heart flip even though all you want right now is to go to the bathroom and barf your guts out.

Feelings are complicated.

You smile back at him nauseously, tight lipped and all, then you pull out your phone, go on maps, and search for the closest cliffs to jump off of.

After he's done, Childe slouches back in his original seat with a different kind of enthusiasm, and opens up his messages. He texts Zhongli a "thank you <3".

[the-broken-truth]

The Strings That Bind Us ~ Servant of House Beneviento

Summary: Vulcan becomes The Servant of House Beneviento. How will he do?

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Male OC (Vulcan)

[A Few Hours From Sundown]

"And this will be your room." The small puppet said as she pushed open a door that revealed a room. One full-sized bed against the same wall that the door resided in but was placed in the center of the wall. The bed was downed in a blanket with dark grey and blue color schemes with two pillows at the head of the bed in grey pillowcases. Underneath the bed was a decent-sized grey rug that complimented the grey tile floor. On either side of the bed were dark grey hardwood nightstands - the left of which had a lamp and a small alarm clock. Across from the bed - on the other side of the room - was a study workstation with a chair, the dresser was tucked away in the corner, and the main closet was sitting on the adjacent wall of the dresser.

Vulcan walked into the room after Angie stepped away and looked around with a smile on his face, he left his cloak in the entrance hallway where the coatrack was located; revealing the black shirt and jeans he was wearing, along with his black boots and belt - the belt contained two sheathes that held his daggers. Lord Heisenberg wanted so badly to keep them because - in his own words - he was a house servant and house servants are not allowed to keep personal weapons, but Vulcan explained that he crafted those weapons and he was not just going to be one of those house servants that remained at home all the time - he intended to go out and do what he could for his House Mistress and he would need his daggers in case he ran into any...problems. Mother Miranda knew that Vulcan would cause no threat to Donna and demanded Heisenberg return the daggers to their master; which he reluctantly did. After which, Miranda dismissed the meeting and the other lords returned to their lands.

"I'm guessing the room is to your liking?" Angie asked as she levitated to reach Vulcan's eye level. The tall man looked at the possessed doll with a smile.

"It's perfect for me. Thanks for asking, Angie." Vulcan said as he placed his travel back - something else Heisenberg took from him and tried to keep because of the leather and design - against one of the nightstands.

"You're a strange one, ya know? Any sane person who saw a living doll would have run away, screaming for the hills." Angie said with a tilt of her massive head. Vulcan chuckled at those words.

"I may not be a 'sane person' then. Besides, I've spent years looking for you two; there was no way I was going to run away after finding you again." Vulcan said before his gaze turned to the outfit on the bed. "Is this going to be my work outfit?" Vulcan said as he walked over to it.

"Yes. Donna never really expected to have a house servant but just in case she did - she had two outfits said, one for each gender." Angie explained.

"I'm grateful," Vulcan said as he reached out to the suit's upper, his fingers lightly grazing against the House's Crest - The Sun and the Moon. "Angie, do you know what time Donna usually takes her dinner?" Vulcan said, looking back to the doll.

"In an hour or two, I wouldn't try to make too much; it all kinda tastes the same to her." Angie explained.

"What do you mean?" Vulcan asked.

"All the food is just...bland; you know, kinda tasteless but very filling for her." Angie said.

"Oh - don't worry about that. I didn't survive as long as I did on bland food and I refuse to let my mistress eat another bland meal." Vulcan said with a smirk.

"What are you planning to do, Vulcan?" Angie said with a tilt of her head.

"Oh, that would ruin the surprise but I know that she will like it. I need to get to work and you'll know when I'm done with dinner." Vulcan said as he turned back to look at his uniform.

Angie tilted her head again before she left the room, closing the door behind her. Vulcan looked at the black uniform with a smile before he placed the shirt back on the bed and began to undress.

[After Vulcan Got Dressed]

Vulcan looked in the tall mirror with pride in his new uniform - the Beneviento Family Chest proudly resting over his heart. He left his room and walked down the hall, down the stairs until he reached the ground floor; from the tour of the house given by Angie - Vulcan found the kitchen.

The Amber-Eyed Man looked around - there were a few things out of place but that was no challenge. He opened the cabinets and fridge and looked around - there were a few assortments of meats and some grains.

'I can make meat with a bread...Hm...but I need something else to add to it. Does she have any kind of veggie here?' Vulcan wondered as he continued to look around and got lucky when he found some potatoes in a sack. 'Perfect.' The red-haired man smirked as he placed all the items - except for the meat - on a clear table and got cleaning: he washed the few dishes that rested in the sink, swept the floor, wiped down the table and counters, placed any kind of box that wasn't supposed to be out in the open and placed them in a lone closet - that he had the cleanout of cobwebs and dust. Once the kitchen was clean - he jogged back to his room and opened his backpack; digging inside until he found the small wooden box he was looking for and walked back downstairs.

[Around Half An Hour Later]

Donna and Angie were talking in Donna's room - the veiled woman sat on her bed with her hands in her lap as Angie stood on the bed at her creator's right side.

"Mom, you don't have to be so nervous." Angie said as she tried to cheer her mother up.

"It's hard not to be, Angie. I hadn't seen him in years and suddenly he shows up here - he's been looking for you and me for...goodness knows how long and..." She paused for a moment as she wrapped her arms around herself - mimicking Vulcan's hug, still feeling his warmth in her bones. "The way he hugged me - not even Mother Miranda held me like that when she adopted me. It was so...comforting." Donna said in a low voice.

"I'm curious - just what is he to you, Mom?" Angie asked with a head tilt.

"Vulcan...He was the only real person who cared for me, even with the scar. He would stand by my side when others would badmouth or turn away from me; he would hold my hand to keep me grounded when I thought I was going to slip in a sobbing fit. When I introduced him to you - he was just as interested in you as I was. We were like...our own little family." Angie could hear the smile on her mother's lips.

"You loved him, didn't you?" Angie asked.

"Yes, I did." Donna said.

"Do you still love him?" Angie asked.

"I...I believe that I do but it's been so long - I never knew if he felt the same for me and I don't know if he thinks of me as a possible partner for him. I know he cared to me but..." Donna stopped in midsentence when a heavenly scent hit her nose. "Do you smell that?" Donna asked as she rose to her feet and began following the smell.

Donna and Angie followed the smell down the stairs but the longer they descended - they noticed just how clean the house began to look: pictures were dusted and wiped down, the floors appeared to be swept, mopped, and polished, there was even a pleasant smell of pine. When they made it to the ground flood - they entered the dining room and saw the table was...decorated? There was a long black tablecloth on the rectangular table with a candle holder in the center of the table - 3 candles were lit with their flames dancing to their slow beats. On the ends of the table - there were plate mats; when...when did have time to do all this? Where did he get all these items from? Donna and Angie continued to ponder until the kitchen door opened - letting the heavenly smell flood the room - as Vulcan walked out with a serving platter held by his right hand and bottle of wine in his left hand, tucked under his arm.

"Oh, Lady Beneviento and Lady Angie, I was just about to get you both for dinner." Vulcan said as he placed the serving tray, covered by a silver lip, in the center of the table before then retreated to the kitchen and returned with 2 glasses and walked over to Donna. "Please, allow me, Lady Beneviento." Vulcan said as he grabbed Donna's chair and pulled it out, waiting for Donna to sit with a smile on his face. When Donna sat in the chair, he pushed it in for her before walking over to her right and pulled out another chair for Angie; the puppet giggled before taking a seat and was pushed in behind her mother.

"Did...Did you do all of this yourself, Vulcan?" Donna asked in a low voice.

"Of course, Lady Beneviento, as the servant of House Beneviento, I must ensure my ladies and house are taken care of." Vulcan said with a smile of pride - he was happy being the servant of House Beneviento?

"We smelled something incredible on our way down here; just what were you doing in the kitchen?" Angie asked.

"I was prepared dinner for Lady Beneviento. During my travels, I came into some very interesting spices and I did jobs to make sure I had the funds to purchase spices and recipes that I thought Lady Beneviento would love. I would like to think I did this once justice but I would love my lady to tell me if I did." Vulcan said as he moved over to the tray and lifted the tray cover off the food, revealing the tinder-looking steak with toppings of garlic and herbs on top of it with some kind of sauce, a side of mashed potatoes with butter - a touch of pepper with gravy on top, and two bread buns. The smell was enough to get Donna's mouth watering and Angie's - if she had organs to eat.

Vulcan lifted one of the plates and walked over to Donna before setting it down on the plate mat before her; her utensils already on the mat, ready for use. Placing the bottle on the table, he got one of the two glasses he retrieved from the kitchen and placed it near Donna on the mat before opening the bottle of grape wine and poured a good amount for his lady to enjoy with her food. He got his plate and went to his seat before he pours himself a bottle of wine and looked at Donna with a smile.

"Please, tell me what you think, Lady Beneviento." Vulcan's eyes shined with the hopefulness that she would love it. Donna lifted her knife and fork, stabbed the steak with the fork before severing the part she stabbed with her knife. She lifted the meat to her lips, making sure to move her veil as to not touch the meat with the cloth; she took her first bite before she let out a moan of pleasure (NOT THAT KIND, YA NASTIES!).

"This...This is delicious, Vulcan." Donna said as she moved to eat more.

"I'm glad you like it, Lady Beneviento. I have lots of recipes I'm sure you'll love." Vulcan said with a wide toothy smile.

"Enough. When we are here - in House Beneviento - or when I permit you, you are to call me Donna. None of that 'Lady Beneviento' business." Donna said - if her veil was off, Vulcan would have been able to see the light blush on her face.

"As you wish...Donna." Vulcan smiled again before he began to eat his food.

[End]

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"Hey, Viv, it's Tansy...I got your flowers and was calling to let you know I'm getting out of the hospital today, and I'm heading to the same place the guys are at, Nikki said it doesn't suck as bad as the other places they've tested out, um…" Tansy's sweet voice sounds over my answering machine. "...I'm really sorry for not calling earlier. I'm just now getting off methadone, so I've kicked smack successfully. I just wanted you to know I'm doing okay and getting some help, and Nikki called and told me you two were working things out." She adds. "Come visit me, soon, okay? We have a lot of shit to talk through, and I know we do, I just don't know where to start but I love you. I'll see you later." 

She hangs up and I smile a little bit, rubbing my lips together.

I haven't heard anything on her since Steven told me she was in the hospital back in New York after her overdose not long after Nikki's. I sent flowers when he told me she had to undergo emergency surgery to cut a part of her liver out that was turning necrotic. 

I hope we can get through things like me and Nikki are trying to do, I think Amber's going to try to bring Vince and Tommy in to talk about our relationships as a whole the session after this next one Nikki and I have...maybe Tansy and I can sit down a few times and hash things out, too. 

I head to get a bath, but it's not long before my peace is soon disturbed. 

This is the fifth time the phone has rung in the past two minutes, and I roll my eyes and pull myself out of the bathtub, grabbing my towel and stepping to the living room. 

I already see my message machine blinking from unheard voice-mails, and I pick the phone up and answer it. 

Before I can even say, "hello," Sharise starts in. 

"Vivian, what is going on, why didn't you say anything about it, why--"

"Sharise, slow down," I'm bombarded with a million questions, paranoia making my chest tighten. 

"Vivian, you're pregnant, apparently, that's what's going on." She clarifies, and I feel the color drain from my face. 

"Did Vince hear that from Nikki and tell you or--"

"--You're actually pregnant?!"

"You didn't hear it from Vince?" 

"No, Vivian, it's all over MTV!" She says next, not sounding angry at me, just shocked. 

"What?!" 

Just as soon as she says it, there's a sharp beep from the phone, indicating someone's trying to call. 

"Gimme a second and I'll call you back." I assure her. 

"Fuck that, I'm coming over." She tells me before hanging up and I take the next call while turning the TV on to MTV. 

I just see a picture of Nikki and I on the screen as I hear, "again, congratulations to Nikki and Vivian Sixx on the news of their…"

"Hello?" I answer the call that has interrupted Sharise and I. 

"Why the fuck is Page Six running a story about you being knocked up with Duff fucking McKagan's kid?!" Doc yells and I nearly fall out, starting to panic.

"Because I am, but I have no idea how the hell anybody other than Nikki and Duff know about it, Doc, I haven't even told any of my friends or family yet, I swear." I promise and I hear him curse and throw stuff around on the other end for a good two minutes before calmly saying, "this isn't good, Viv." 

"No, shit, Sherlock." I reply. 

"I'm going to talk to Sixx, you just stay at home--don't do anything irrational, we'll take care of this." He states, hanging up. 

My phone is ringing again as soon as he hangs up. 

My phone starts ringing off the hook within three minutes and I have to step outside to the back yard with Whisky to get away from it.

I'm sitting on the edge of the pool when Sharise gets here, this look of disbelief on her face. 

"I had to drop Sky by my mom's, what the hell, Viv?" She asks me, sitting beside me. 

"I was gonna tell you and everybody once I got past the first trimester, Sharise, I promise." I say, honestly. 

"I'm not mad that you didn't, I'm just...I didn't realize you and Nikki were sleeping together again." 

"We're not." I state. "And Doc said that Page Six already knows it's Duff's and has it plastered everywhere so somebody said something to somebody." 

"Duff?! Holy shit, Vivian." She breathes out, her eyes wide. 

"This is bad." I squeeze my eyes shut, rubbing my face. "This is so, so bad, Sharise." 

"What're you gonna do?" She asks me. "I mean...when did you two even start…you know?" 

"September." I tell her. 

"Are you gonna admit it's Duff's or just play it off as Nikki's publicly and then privately it's gonna know Duff is really it's dad or does he even want anything to do with it?" 

"Yeah, he does, and Nikki's managing." I inform her, and she nods slowly. "It's nobody's business. It's not. So I shouldn't have to explain myself to anybody but I know everybody will want an explanation and we'll just admit it's Duff's and ignore the bullshit people are gonna throw at us...I just don't want to lose any friends over this…"

"If you lose friends over this, they're not your real friends, because everybody you're close with knows exactly what kind of marriage you and Nikki have been having the past year and you've both been struggling with different things and his affair with Vanity and so I think everybody should be pretty understanding of the situation." She tells me. 

"They should be. Doesn't mean they will." 

"Well, the ones who matter right now will." She reassures me. "And from what I've been gathering the last six months, that doesn't include Tommy and Vince right now because I already know they're probably gonna be on Nikki's side completely." 

"Yeah, so will all of the fans." I mumble. 

"Well, if you're gonna confirm it's Duff's, is he gonna come out and say that he actually did have an affair with Vanity or are you just gonna be the sacrificial lamb in all this?" 

"I have no idea, Sharise." I admit.

"I think he should." She states. "Because it's not gonna be fair for people to think you just went to another man and 'cheated' on Nikki out of nowhere." 

"It doesn't matter what Nikki says about the Vanity thing, he's just gonna be a God and I'm gonna be a whore." I argue, sighing out. 

"You really think that?" 

"I know that." I state, matter of fact. 

And, boy, was I right.

"Did you two talk about the relationship you have with your mother?" Amber asks Nikki. 

"I haven't had time to because we've been dealing with a lot of shit right now." He states. 

"Okay," she nods in understanding, because there's no way she hasn't heard what we're dealing with, now. "Do you want to talk about it now, then?" She asks. 

"Yeah, I can." He agrees. 

"Okay, go ahead." She leans back, letting him have the chance to talk to me.

He just stares at me, sighing out, looking as if he's struggling with talking to me about it. 

"Nikki, if you don't tell her, she can't understand." She adds and he rubs the back of his neck, looking at her to help him a little bit. 

"Start with dad," she suggests. 

"He left when I was little." He says to me. 

"And mom…" 

"...And mom started spiraling when he left." He explains. "She and whatever boyfriend she'd have at the time, would drop me off with Nona and Tom for months at a time, then when she'd come get me she'd be with a different man--sometimes married to them." He continues. "And, me being the smartass I am, when I get old enough to want to voice my opinion, I'd bump heads a lot with some of the dudes she brought around and things would get physical." He says next. "But, of course, she wouldn't feel like dealing with it because I was always ruining her partying anyway, so she'd send me off, again…things got really messy when I was, like, thirteen. Me and her got into it pretty bad and she started in on me and I told her I just wanted her to fuck off--I was just tired of it, so I hurt myself and called the cops and told them she attacked me, and she was arrested and I was sent back to Idaho to be with my grandparents." His voice shakes a little and I feel my heart hurt in my chest. 

I remember Nona telling me he and his mom had a lot of issues with each other, but I didn't think it was to that extent. 

"Have you talked to your dad at all?" I ask him, furrowing my brows a little and he rubs his chin, shaking his head a little. 

"I tried, like, ten years ago, and he told me he didn't have a son." He states. "Mom's always said I ran him off, but I was only two, so I know that's bullshit." He adds. 

"When I talked to you about all of this, it was very clear that you felt discarded, inadequate, and abandoned, because you have spent a good part of your childhood yearning for your mother's approval." Amber says. "Do you think that's true?" 

"Yeah." He nods. 

"Jumping through hoops at times to get it, but still being ditched with your grandparents while she went on and pretended she didn't have a little boy she needed to be responsible for."

He agrees, again, and she gives him a smile. 

"A woman is who her mother makes her to be and who her father says she is. A man is who his father makes him to be and who his mother says he is." She tells us. "And you didn't have a father around to make you, and all your mother told you was that you weren't appreciated, you weren't approved of, you weren't worthy of the love and attention you deserved." She states. "And you married a woman whose mother made her to strive for this unattainable level of perfection and have a complete come apart when it can't be reached, and a father who told her she wasn't worth the trouble it took to protect her." She tells us."I want to know--because it is so evident that you two carry so much resentment toward one another--what is one reason--out of many-- that it's there."  

"She's always looked down on me." Nikki says it. 

"Why?" 

"Because I don't live like she does." 

"Explain what that means." 

"She believes in God, I don't. She's spent our relationship sober, I haven't. She's more modest and conservative, I'm not."

"I don't resent you for not believing in a God and not being modest and conservative--those are a few of the things I respect about you, Nikki." I argue. 

"Bullshi--"

"--No, no, no cursing. Take a breath." Amber reassures him, calmly. 

"She hasn't let me do what I want to do. If I do what I want to do, she's on my throat over it or guilt tripping me or attacking me over it." He states. 

"Because all you've wanted to do the past three years is drugs, Nikki." I mumble. 

"Go back to guilt tripping." Amber tells him. "Does she put you on a guilt trip, or are you guilty after you do something you know she would not like for you to do and you beat yourself up for it?" She asks. 

"She just shuts down." 

"She shuts down?" 

She looks at me. 

"Why do you shut down when he does something you don't like?" 

"Because it's always drugs or something mean he does when he's on drugs, and I don't want to be around it, but most times I can't get away from it so I just go somewhere else, mentally." I admit. 

"And you see when she does that, and it makes you feel bad." Amber says to him. 

"Yeah." 

"That's not guilt tripping you, Nikki, that's her protecting herself because you won't." She points out. "Vivian, what's one of the reasons you carry resentment for him?"

"I'm not a priority." I tell her. 

"The amount of money I've spent on you since we got together, and you're not a priority?!" He asks me, pissed and shocked I have the audacity to say that. 

"Buying me a house and a new car and getting me nice things isn't showing me I'm a priority, Nikki, it's just you feeling bad for the shit you've done and buying me things to make yourself feel better for it. I'm grateful that you've made sure I've been taken care of in the sense that I've never gone hungry, I've never been out on the street, I've never had to go without utilities and hot water and things like that, and I've lived a spoiled life in terms of finances and the car I drive and the house we've lived in. You're a great provider--you just…we wouldn't be in this position if you didn't choose drugs over me." I say to him. 

"I haven't." He argues. 

"You blew off our wedding night to go to a party with Tommy." I remind him and Amber raises her brows. "Then you got in that accident on your way back home and hurt your shoulder and started smoking heroin to get through the pain so you could finish the album." I add and he rolls his jaw. "I love everything about you, except your drug abuse. And I've been so angry because there is no line with you. You just keep getting worse and worse and then turn around and convince yourself that I'm ungrateful and I don't approve of who you are because I'm perpetually bitter about the marriage I've been in--and it's all my fault in your eyes. Everything bad that's happened is all my fault." 

"I don't think that, I just put blame on you where it's due, you just refuse to see that you're a problem in all of this, too." He explains. 

"If you weren't on smack, we wouldn't have problems, Nikki." 

"Vivian." He says it as if saying, "you know that's bullshit." 

"What?" 

"The amount of times me or somebody would tell you to take your medication and you'd blow us off and just let yourself get more--"

"--You can't compare depression to drug addiction. Depression didn't turn me into a completely different person. You shot me, Nikki. You shot me. And that still didn't make you realize you needed to get sober." 

"You've physically assaulted me and other people, Vivian, in a frenzy, and still didn't see the issue with your mental state." 

"You've put your hands on me before, too, so don't make me sound like--"

"--I've grabbed you a few times and that's been when you were trying to beat me. So don't start that shit." He snaps. "The times I physically hurt you, I was doped up and wasn't thinking straight. The times you've physically hurt me and other people, you were sober, you just weren't taking your medicine. So you can keep saying that I chose drugs over you, but the amount of times you've chosen your pride and, 'I don't need to be on medicine,' over me is just as bad." He says. "If you weren't so damn angry all the time over tiny shit."

"No, no, it's not just her being angry over tiny things. It's you getting with a seventeen year old girl, and placing the responsibilities of a forty-one year old mother on her." She adds and he breathes out. "Your wife has been raising you the past seven years. She's your wife. She's not your mama. And you have been punishing her like she is. Her not wanting you to destroy yourself with drugs doesn't equate to the times your mother wouldn't let you dress the way you wanted to dress, or do the artistically productive things you wanted to do that she couldn't understand that you'd fight about. This woman was seventeen years old. You had no business being twenty-two and seeing a seventeen year old, let alone putting that much weight and expectation on her shoulders and getting angry and saying she didn't appreciate you because she didn't know how to handle it all while every year you'd push further and further." She goes on. "Years of anger and resentment and bitterness towards your mother, all turned loose on a girl who didn't cause any of it, just because she didn't want you running yourself into a grave." She adds, pointedly. "When me and you first started working together to get to the bottom of all of this, you told me that she went from worshipping the ground you walked on, to being an evil demon from hell--do you remember saying that?" 

He hesitantly replies, quietly, "yes." 

"Do you realize that you have done everything in your power to verbally, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually beat the hell out of the very girl who saw you as her God before she was even old enough to really know who God was?" She asks him. "All because the woman who made you feel like you weren't worth the trouble it took to stay around and raise you, was never there to answer for her actions so you started chopping at the next one in line."

"Okay, I get it, I'm fucked up, I fucked her up, I've ruined our marriage, it's all my fault, and she's the innocent angel who was seduced by me and dragged to hell, I get." He stands up. 

"Nikki," Amber starts. 

"Nikki," I say as he steps to the door, "we can't fix this if you--"

"--Yeah, fix this." He flicks me off before slamming the door. 

I grind my teeth and stomp after him, ignoring Amber's warning against it. 

"You are such an asshole!" I bark at him, following him. 

"Wow, I've never heard that one before!" He laughs humorlessly. 

"Nikki, seriously, she got all over me for being mad at you for sleeping with two-hundred girls, you can take her pointing out that you hate me because I remind you--"

"--I don't hate you, Vivian, alright?" He stops, turning to face me. 

"Well, you're really acting like it." I cross my arms. 

"I don't. I'm just pissed that you refuse to accept that I'm not the only problem in this shit show and if you wanna work on us you need to realize that you'r--"

"--Baby," I breathe out, grabbing at his hand and he rubs his forehead, "I know it's my fault, too, but it's just…" I blink back tears, looking away from him. 

"...Just what?" He asks. 

"Embarrassing." I wipe my eyes, sniffling. "It's embarrassing having to sit there, pregnant with another dude's baby, and tell a stranger about how I've abused my husband and people around me." 

"You think it's not embarrassing for me to sort through shooting you and strangling you and still not walking away from drugs?" He asks. "Don't even get me started on having to tell you I've cheated that many fucking times and even had a mistress?" He adds…"I think I've embarrassed myself, and you, more than you've embarrassed yourself and me." 

"I'm pregnant. And it's gone public. And it's not yours. And it's gone public. I think I've won with which one of us has embarrassed the other the most." I mumble. 

"Well, I'm not embarrassed. Those people don't know shit." He tells me, furrowing his brows. 

"I am." I say, trying not to cry again. 

I'm taken back a little when he hugs me, tightly…"Why didn't you tell me about your mom?" I him, my face in his chest, tears rolling down my cheeks. 

"Because I didn't want to bother you with it." He says. 

"I wouldn't have been bothered by it, Nikki." I sniffle, looking up at him. 

He blinks a couple times and breathes out. 

"There's a basket on the closet shelf at home with several of my journals in it." He explains. "Filled with things I didn't want to bother you with." He adds. "I really think if you feel too embarrassed or ashamed, reading those will prove my point that I've been worse than you have." He admits. 

"I'm pregnant--"

"--I know you are." He grabs the sides of my face, looking me in the eyes. "Just read them if you want to, but I say a lot of shit in there I wrote when I was high, so there's your warning." He adds. 

"Are you sure you want me to read them?" I ask. 

"Yeah." 

***I wish he would've said, "no," because I screwed myself over while reading them.***

NIKKI 

I turned into a senseless moron the second she got ahold of my hand, looked at me with watery, pretty eyes, and said, "baby." 

I would've let a train hit me if I knew it would've made her feel less embarrassed and ashamed. I didn't think reading my journals would've made her feel better--just help her gain an understanding that she's the smart one out of the two of us…

If this was one year ago, I'd have her face down on a mattress, making up for our argument. 

But obviously that isn't much of a solution...so I just pull away and smile with my teeth at her the best I can, feeling better when her thumbs graze over my dimples and she smiles, too. 

"I'm sorry I was rude in there." She tells me, next. 

"I'm sorry for being an asshole." I reply, honestly…

"Do you really think I look down on you because you don't believe the same things I do?" 

"Sometimes, I guess." I admit to her. 

"I don't." She tells me. "I never really have." She adds. "I just don't like when you make fun of it or mock it." 

"...Yeah, 'Wild Side' was kinda a dick move…" I tell her and she looks at me. 

"A catchy dick move." She says. "And I like the song, I just wish you wouldn't have made it simply to spite me for the most part." 

"I'll try not to use my powers for evil against you again." I assure her…"But you gotta quit using sex to try to get out of stuff, and I will, too." I say next. "This shit's so hard because we don't talk about stuff, and we never have, and it's just better to go ahead and embarrass ourselves and talk about it instead of trying to fix it with something we can obviously go get from other people--and have gone and gotten from other people."

"And we can't blow up on each other when we do try to talk and work things out." She adds. "So no screaming at each other." 

"And no hitting." I say. 

"Ever." She agrees.

I hold my pinkie out to her and she smiles softly, taking it with hers before I kiss her cheek and pull her to me again.

I didn't know, a week from then, I'd be screaming up a storm from learning about seven fucking miscarriages from '83 to '87 that she didn't tell me about.

[nad-zeta]

I'm a dum dum , didn't even realize your requests are open 😂. Ok~ I hope I'm following your rules– cuz I couldn't find any :")) but would you mind doing a hc for Ikesen characters(you can choose the characters! I don't really mind) reacting to a teenager MC(from ages 14-17)? I've seen lots of child MCs but not a teenager one.

Headcanon: Teenage MC feat: Nobunaga, Kenshin, Ieyasu, Hideyoshi and Masamune

Hehehe that's cause I'm a lazy potato so, for now, there are no rules lol 😂 😂 😂 ! Lol so for this I made it more fun and less romantic cause like don't want my sweet bios to look like pedos u know lol 🥀 ! Thanx for the request dear I hope you like it! And I hope you have the best day!  (✿◠‿◠)

Nobunaga

The first time he sees you he is super intrigued

Like how did someone so young and smol manage to pull him out of a freaken burning building

He went into full BIG BRO MODE

The two of you would get up to all sorts of mischief together

Stealing candy together is a given 

You would harry potter style hide under a not so invisible cloak, running to the kitchen together like hunched old ladies

The second you enter the kitchen the hunt for the candy begins

You find the jar in 0.2 seconds “Trust me this ain’t my first rodeo.”

“Aaaah so my fireball sister is an experienced thief then.”

The two of you happily munch on the candy in the kitchen when all of a sudden the two of you heard someone at the door

The two of you turned in sync to see Mother Dearest Amber eyes shining with anger in the dark

“How many times have I told you stealing is bad, and that candy before bed is extremely unhealthy.”

He turned to look at Nobunaga, who looked like a guilty schoolboy “My lord, you are supposed to set the example, how do you expect to be a good big brother if you are influencing her to steal and eat candy before bed.”

Everything was going perfectly according to plan- while Hideyoshi was distracted you snuck a few handfuls of candy in the hidden pockets of you kimono

Once you were done with your mission you chimed in “Yeah big bro how do u expect me to be a good girl when you always dragging me along to steal the candy.”

“Oooooh don’t think I forgot about you, young lady.”

He lectured the two of you for three hours

Hideyoshi sent both of you back to your rooms. 

Luckily Nobunaga’s’sNobunaga’s’s room was right on top of yours and you were experienced in the art of sneaking out to meet up with friends

So you easily climbed up onto his balcony and snuck into his room

The two of you snicked and laughed while munching on candy together

Hideyoshi

“Have you eaten yet today, brushed your teeth, done all your chores.”

Catches you stealing candy at night with Nobunaga again

“How many times have I told you not to eat candy before bed young lady.”

Hideyoshi has full-blown turned into your castle mom

You had been secretly dating some random boy, you met in the market

You twisted your ankle sneaking out your room to go and see him, luckily Mamayoshi was doing his final rounds of the castle and found you hissing on the ground.

He picked you up and patched you up real good

Cue lecture about sneaking out in the middle of the night

The next day the boy broke up with you- cause he a piece o shit

You spent the whole day crying in your room

Cue Mamayoshi barging into your room, cause the maids had informed him that you skipped breakfast!

(ಥ﹏ಥ)

“Who dare break my favourite sister’s heart” (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻

“Just show me who he is and I’ll teach that freaken punk a lesson he will never forget” (╬ ಠ益ಠ)

You spent hours crying on his shoulder, Hideyoshi made you some tea and took you to the market to do some retail therapy

You would go to Mamayoshi for advice all the freaken time, you really did see him as a mom

Have boy trouble Hideyoshi is there helping ya out and giving you advice, struggling to do the homework Mitsuhide gave you, Mama will sit for hours helping you, someone Is bullying you? Hideyoshi will mom style cut them

Will take you out to tea all the time, and the two of you will low key spill the tea on all the latest gossip

Kenshin

Treats you like a fragile princess

Will be an extremely doting brother

Will 100% teach you how to defend yourself

Feeling sad, Kenshin will legit find the source of your sadness and freaken kill them

Feeling anxious or insecure, Kenshin will be there wrapping you in a big bear hug while drawing soothing circles on your back. He will soothingly comfort you as your cry on his shoulder

Will summon his army of fluff balls to cuddle with you until that smile is back on your face

You like a boy in the market… forget about it. Kenshin is there glaring at the boy… “He is not good enough for my dearest sister.”

You give Kenshin puppy dog eyes “No way bunny, you are still a baby, definitely not old enough to date. Come on, let go get some tea and pickled plumbs to cheer you up.”

You cant say no to Kenshin especially when he gives you his puppy dog eyes in return 

Will always insist on holing your hand when walking in the market together

Will legit kill anyone or anything that threatens you

Will give you platonic forehead and cheek kisses

Loves it when you sass and roll your eyes at Shingen trying to pick up all the woman at banquets 

Will let you sneak a few sips of his sake, and you are the only one he will share his pickled plumbs with

Will send you off to bed when it gets too late, the bunnies have taken quite a liking to you so they will accompany you back to your room and cuddle with you

Masamune

“come on lass lets’s go on an adventure.”

“No way the last time we went on an adventure I was almost killed and both of us got an hour-long lecture about the dangers of waterfalls.”

“Where is your sense of adventure kitten.”

“The same place your sense of safety is, non-existent.’

Drags you with him to go hiking, when you were on the top of the mountain you slipped on some loose gravel. Masamune caught you, and both of you went tumbling into a lake

You couldn’t help but laugh

The two of you splashed around in the water until late into the afternoon

“Quick lass let’s sneak in before mother dearest scolds us for.”

Too late he was already waiting for the two of you

Masa will cook you anything and everything your heart desires, when you tell him you’re on a diet cause some boy called you fat Masamune’s eyes widens.

He will bring your favourite dish an place it just under your nose, you can’t help but crumble damn that smell too good to waste, “Fine but my diet starts tomorrow”, (っ˘ڡ˘ς) you say with a mouth full of food

Lol tomorrow never came and that asshole of a boy was never seen again

Sometimes it was hard to tell who the teenager was you or Masamune, the two of you would always joke around pulling pranks on all the castle residents

You were actually pretty thankful Masamune didn’t drink, cause it made you feel like you weren’t missing out on anything during banquets

At the end of the banquets it would always be you, Masa and Mitsuhide left awake and playing card games till dawn

Will leave Shogetsu with you during times of war. The big cat literally destroys everything

“No way masa, ask Mitsunari to watch him, last time when I woke up he shredded everything in my room”, he just grinned at you “That’s what adds to his cuteness”. (=^・^=)

You narrowed your eyes at him “What’s in it for me”. (¬_¬)

“I’ll bring you back a months supply worth of candy and I Masamune Date will owe you a favour”.

You beamed up at him, that would definitely come in handy one day “Fine I’ll do it”. (｡◕‿◕｡)

“Thanks, kitten that’s why you’re my favourite sister”,

You rolled your eyes “I’m your only sister”.

He pats you on the head while chuckling “Exactly” (＾ｕ＾)

Ieyasu

Would have witty battles with the resident porcupine all of the time

Masamune would literally, howl in laughter when the two of you are at it.

You would juts roll your eyes “Not my fault Ieyasu is always so salty.”

The amount of time the two of you have had an eye-rolling contest is ridiculous

Even though the two of you fight like cats and dog you still enjoy Ieyasu’s’sIeyasu’s’s company

Ieyasu actually shows you his soft side

One day a boy broke your heart

You walked into Ieyasu’s room and looked at him ༼ つ ಥ_ಥ ༽つ

Ieyasu rushed to you and wrapped you up in his arms and let you cry it out

“You know what will be fun” Ieyasu asked with a hint of mischief in this emerald eyes

“What” (“･ω･`) you asked sniffing and wiping the last of your tears away

“If we make that punk regret ever breaking your heart.”

You couldn’t help but give him the biggest brightest smile, the two of you snuck out that night and egged his house

You are the only person privileged enough to know Ieyasu’s soft side

The two of you will have a chilli eating contest

Basically ends with you drinking a gallon of milk and losing all sense of taste “Silly girl this isn’t even the hottest peppers yet.”

You will play matchmaker to get Ieyasu a date/lover

He will legit just roll his eyes at the suggestion, he is way too busy with work

“I found the perfect person for you Yasu, they are sweet, kind you know basically an angel and don’t worry they definitely won’t get put off by your contrary personality.”

Yasu raises a brow “Who” (ーー;)

You snicker a little and burst out laughing “MITSUNAR, he is perfect for you.”

Yasu legit spits out the tea he was sipping on, he was turning as red as a tomato

Yasu.exe has stopped working

“I freaken knew it, I’m gonna go tell him right now” (°o°)

“Don’t you dare” (ー_ー)!!

(✿◠‿◠)

(((( ；ﾟДﾟ))) Yasu legit leaps over his desk and tackles you to the ground tickling you until you surrender

“Fine but if the two of you ever get married, I better be your maid of honour.”

Yasu legit just ruffled your hair and rolled his eyes “Yeah yeah whatever just don’t tell him.”

 Hope you liked it, dear! <3

[gloomyhearts]

Mellilla || Owen P. Joyner

Chapter three~ is it a date?

"We'll end up late, come on Val," Dahlia knocked on the bathroom door. Valerie grabs as she exits the bathroom.

"Finally," Dahlia remarks and grabs her bag.

The girls arrived just in time at the gym.

"See you later and good luck," she gave Dahlia a hug and kissed her cheek.

"Love you," the brunette shouts as she enters the gym.

All the girls on the team were ready and waiting for Dahlia as she changes into her knee guard and trainers.

"Okay girls. This is the last game before the state championship tournament next month. We're already qualified but don't take this easy, yeah? We still wanna be leader of the league right?" The girls nod in unison.

"Great so give everything." Everybody put their hand in the middle as they screamed their slogan.

When the team made a short break, until the last ten minutes before the game started. Dahlias graze wandered through the crowd on the stand. Her eyes stopped as she recognized a golden haired boy in the middle of it. His blue eyes, she thought they'd be blue, already glued on her and he began to smile as he saw her sweaty face.

"Why are you staring at Joyner?" Amber interrupted their graze.

"I am not," she shrugged her shoulders and walked away from her not wanting to hold this conversation with her.

It was obvious that Amber had the biggest crush on the boy since they began their freshman year.

"Wait I wanna know," she ran after the brunette.

"He's all yours," she gestures with her hand to go on.

"I know, I know but he's looking at you and not me," she humps.

"Well I can't control his eyes, Amber," Dahlia exclaims, finally leaving her behind.

The game came to a happy end for Dahlia's team and they were making their way into the locker room. A hand grabbing her arm making her stop, she turned around and now she can definitely say that there are blue eyes looking at her.

"Can I help you?" Her eyebrows knitted.

"I.. maybe you wanna grab some food when you're finished," he suggests.

"Ye.. yeah why not. In twenty minutes at the front?" He nodded and went to the door.

Dahlia finished up a few minutes early. Her hair still wet but she didn't want to dry it.

"You're already here," Owen remarks.

"Yeah. Hopefully you don't mind my hair or my outfit," she points up to her ponytail and then down to her leggings and her long sleeve shirt.

"No. No it's alright," he insists. Owen began to lead the way to his car.

He opens the door for her and she hoped in mumbling a small thanks.

"Can I ask you something?" Dahlia turns in her seat.

"You already did but yeah go on," he watches her out of his periphery.

"Why me?" Her graze fell down to her lap where her hands were fiddling with the fabric of her shirt.

"I..I really don't know. We've great conversations and I mean you're the only one that doesn't bother me during rehearsal or any other period of school. You're also not talking about me or my acting."

"Nothing you'd know about," she mutters.

"What," he faces her a millisecond and then back to the street.

"Nothing. Go on," she insists.

"It's like all this doesn't matter to you. That I was away filming the whole summer."

"Which was three years ago and I was still in middle school," she explains.

"Why are you in the senior band?"

"Mr. Trent wanted me to"

"He'd all reasons to," he compliments and she feels her palm beginning to sweat.

"Well thank you, Owen," her cheeks turned pink which caused him to smirk. "But you're really good yourself, Mr Joyner," she teased pushing his shoulder slightly.

The teenager arrived at a diner which had a big neon sign on its exterior boomerang diner.

"I love this place," Dahlia remarks as he parked the car in the lot.

"Good choice," his eyes lit up as he looked at her excited frame.

He walked to her door and opened it, she mumbles a thank you and took his hand as he helped her exit the car.

They entered the diner and the smell of bacon, Pancakes and marble hit their nose.

"I reserved a table," he walked over to the waitress and implies with with two finger the number.

"Yeah, follow me," the two were glued to her heels as they step to the table.

The teenager thanked her as she walked away.

"Soo," Dahlia began, nervously fiddling with the hem of her sleeve.

"Soo," he mirrors her gesture. "I don't want to be inappropriate and pushy but can I.. can I maybe ask you something," his hand were on the table and played with the napkin holder.

"No. Go ahead."

"Do you and Hunt.."

"NO. No. I mean he's Val's brother and my sisters boyfriend. I wouldn't, no," she interrupted him.

"Good. Good," his tensed body eased a bit.

"Do you have a boyfriend right now?" She just shakes her head.

"That's great," he mutters.

"You're ready to order?" The waitress was back at their table.

"Can I get a grilled chicken salad and a chocolate shake please," Dahlia explains.

"For me please the bacon ranch burger, fries and a Pepsi please."

"Of course. This takes a moment," she left them.

"I took you here to eat some lunch and not only salad," he erupts in laughter which she joined.

"I'm just not hungry." Her phone began to ring. "Just a sec okay?" Her forehead creased and he simply nods. She walks out accepting the call.

"Val? What's wrong?"

"Maybe I'm at the gym right now but yore not there." Shit.

"I totally forgot to write you. We ended earlier and now.. well..," she stutters.

"Iamatthedinerwithowen," she adds in one breath.

"You what?" Her voice becoming louder.

"That's awesome. Have fun. Call me if I'd pick you up." Without another word she ended the call, leaving Dahlia speechless.

She decides to write Emma a quick text that she wouldn't made it tonight and then getting back inside.

"Well that was fast," he comments when Dahlia was seated again.

"Yeah we understand each other without much words," she chuckles shyly, tugging a strand behind her ear.

"Beautiful," he mutters under his breath.

"What?" She heard, she definitely heard what he'd said but she wants to hear him say it clearly.

"Nothing" his voice just above a whisper. He runs his hand through his hair, biting his bottom lip.

It was an understatement calling him cute, he was hot almost steamy.

"Dahlia?"

"Yes?" Her head snapped up.

"Enjoy your meal," he beams towards her.

"You too," she radiates more power than the sun.

"So. How's your salad?" He swallows his bite.

"Really fresh and your burger?"

"You wanna try?" He raises it and hold it to her.

"Well yeah." She bit a tiny piece off. She chew it and swallowed before humming.

"Relly great, a bit greasy, but delicious," she states.

"Wait you got something on your," he gestures on his cheek but she wipes with her index on the point he implied.

"No. Let ne help you," he grabs a tissue and wipes the ranch dressing off of her cheek, they began to flush.

"Thanks," she whispers, a shy smile on her lips. A smirk creeping on his lips.

"So Lia, can I call you that?" She nodds.

"When and where was the first time you had you first date?"

"I didn't have one yet," she shruggs her shoulder.

"You don't think this is one?"

"Well, I don't know. Is it?" She requests.

"If you want to," his eyes observing her features, her small scare on her cheek moves lightly when she smiles. He thinks it cute, she's cute.

"Where do you got this from?" His index fell on the scar.

"That's a fun story, actually. I was in the garden and we have a sandbox. My brother, my sister and myself played in there, a lot, and one time my brother peed in there while we were sitting in it and we laughed so hard. My sister had the shovel in her hand, sways it frantic," she stopped due to her laughter.

"And she hit it right there and I cried cause of the laugher and the pain," he joined her.

"That sounds painful," Owen states.

"It was. It really was but in that moment it didn't hurt, you know what I mean?"

"I totally do!"

"When did you start to play the drums?"

"I wished one for my seventh birthday. At first I didn't started to play but someday I did and I'm glad I did," he winked at the brunette in front of him.

"Yeah kinda," she rolled her eyes.

"You like it," she stole one of his fries and shoved it into her mouth.

"Hey," he grabs her hand pulling it close to his face, taking the last bite.

"You're rude,"

"I am? Who stole the fries?" He rose an eyebrow and she nodds.

His graze wanders through the diner falling on a karaoke machine.

"No no no," her view laid on the item he observed.

"Come on, one song,"

"What's my profit of it."

"A great performance with me," he laid his head into his palms, his elbow resting on the table.

"Well, okay let's do it," he stands up, reaching for her hand and pulling her towards the machine.

"Okay so we've Something just like this; Don't stop me now; Shape of you; Time after time; Closer; Fireflies. What do you wanna sing?" He turns around to her.

"Time after time?" It was more like a question itself.

"Sounds good."

He pressed the song and it was his turn to start.

Lyin' in my bed I hear the clock tick

And think of you

Caught up in circles confusion

Is nothing new

Flashback warm nights

Almost left behind

Suitcase of memories

Time after

He grabs Dahlia's hand spinning her under his arm.

When the refrain came the teenager sung together.

If you're lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting

Time after time

Now it was Dahlia's time to sing alone, her hands began to shake and he squeezed it lightly, still holding it.

After my picture fades and darkness

Has turned to gray

Watching through windows

You're wondering if I'm okay

Secrets stolen from deep inside

The drum beats out of time

If you're lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting

Time after time

You said go slow

I fall behind

The second hand unwinds

They stood close together, swaying from foot on the other. Owen takes her microphone, lowering his head to sing the last strophe with her.

If you're lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting

Time after time

If you're lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting

Time after time

Time after time

Time after time

Time after time

[wickedbarnes]

Forbidden Fruit (Pt. 1) | Keanu x Reader

Part 2

Warning: Daddy kink/issues, age gap, smut-ish.

Note: I wish I could add the read more break in here but I'm only using my phone and I really don't know how to add it so I apologize in advance.

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You heaved out a sigh as you finally got inside your house. Another relationship faded in the wind. You thought it'd devastate you like it did before but unsurprisingly, you were just used to it. You knew it was gonna be a stretch but you hoped it'd somehow work. It didn't. No matter how many men you dated, no matter how good they were to you, you just weren't satisfied. Something was missing and you knew deep down you wanted more.

Maybe you did have daddy issues. Maybe your friends were right. Maybe the neighbors that kept talking shit behind your back were right. Your biological father did leave you and your Mom when you were four years old, so you having daddy issues and favoring older men wasn't really a stretch.

At the tender age of twenty, you had shared a fair amount of relationships with men who are twice and even thrice your age. Whatever they gave you, you couldn't get from men that were close your age. You even went as far as to swallow the bad opinions you got from other people. Even the look of disgust that you got from your own mother no matter how hard she tried to conceal it. Older men were just exquisite and refined. You couldn't help it.

But it had been about three years since your last relationship with an older man. You were turning twenty five soon and thought it'd be best to turn your life around and start dating guys at work or the ones you meet at the bar, even the ones your friends hooked you up with. But sadly, they just didn't cut it. That was, until Vince came along. You thought this was finally going to work and you thought you had seen a future with him but fate wasn't on your side. It almost felt like it was never on your side. Because what was working well with Vince was ruined by a man your mother had brought home one night.

Keanu Reeves.

A man who's almost, if not, already in his mid-fifties. Raven hair. Warm amber eyes. Scruffy beard. Deep voice. A charming personality, you name it. He was the full fucking package and you were almost certain you got jealous of your mom for finding someone as fine as Keanu. But you were with Vince at the time. So you had to bite the bullet and act as if you weren't affected by his mere presence. It was hard.

You just wanted to jump on him and let him have his way with you.

But thankfully, you had already moved out of your home and would only visit during your free time from work. So seeing him less helped you in a way. That was, until you decided to spend the summer back at your hometown where Keanu finally accepted your mom's offer of moving in.

"Rough day, sweetness?" You heard a familiar voice say and you jumped to see Keanu making his way downstairs. You hadn't realized how long you were standing with your back against the door.

"Oh uh- yeah, yeah, I had a rough day." You smiled slightly and made your way to the couch and flopped down, placing your purse on the coffee table in front of you.

"You wanna tell me all about it, darling?" He asked ever so softly as he took a seat next to you and you had to bite your lip as hard as you could to keep yourself from whimpering or saying things you might regret.

See, you always had a thing for nicknames. And lately, you'd notice how frequently Keanu would call you such endearing names that you almost felt like melting in front of him. You weren't so sure if he ever called you by your name ever since you got here.

"No, I don't think that's necessary, Mr. Reeves. Thank you for the concern though I just... I don't know. Guess I'm just tired." You finally managed to say as he hummed in response as he reached over and patted your exposed thigh, not noticing how high your dress has hiked up until now.

Ever since Keanu had complimented how cute you looked in dresses, you always made it a point to wear them as often as possible. Even went as far as to visit the local boutique down the block to buy new ones you think he'd love.

"I get it, baby. We have those days, trust me. Even your mother gets them. But just know I'll be here for you whenever you need me. You know that, right?" He asked, his eyes focused on you as he waited for an answer.

You couldn't help but squirm a bit in your seat due to how... intense his gaze on you felt. You just had to look down at your hands. You knew he was just trying to be polite and respectful. Maybe even trying to be a father figure to you but his actions never failed to make you go weak in the knees.

Your train of thoughts were suddenly broken when you felt his finger underneath your chin as he tilted your head to look back at him, his question still remaining unanswered. You gulped and bit your bottom lip instinctively and you could've sworn his eyes flickered down on your perfectly glossed lips for a quick second.

"Y-Yes, Mr. Reeves, of course." You answered hastily, clearing your throat as you tried your best to calm your breathing while trying to ignore the fact that his thumb was brushing against your thigh in a subtle way.

"Stop with the formalities, sweet girl. You know you can just call me Keanu." He smiled softly at you and you couldn't help as your breath hitched at the new nickname you heard from his lips.

You tried your best to nod your head as you squeezed your thighs together from the throbbing sensation you felt down south. Keanu's eyes averted to it, noticing the sudden movement. He knew all too well what that meant and he almost smirked at the look of your flustered face.

He tried not to show it but he already knew how you were trying to conceal the effect he had on you.

"Yes, of course, sir- Shit, I mean, Keanu, yeah. I'll call you Keanu from now on." You stammered and shook your head, mentally slapping yourself across the face as you quickly got up before this could escalate into something that's straight from your dreams.

Keanu sat back on the couch, watching as you hurriedly grabbed your purse and made your way to the the stairs but before you could ascend to your room, you heard him call for you.

"Sweet girl." You froze, turning around to see him staring straight at you, his lips turning into a sly smirk.

"That dress looks cute on you, you look... innocent." You blinked a few times, the wetness between your folds were quick to soak through your panties. You were more than sure on how to deal with this later on and you weren't gonna promise anything about being quiet.

"T-Thank you, Keanu." You replied and immediately made your way up to your room before he could get another word out.

Slamming the door shut, you threw your purse on the bed and slid down the door, whimpering at the throbbing feeling you felt in between your legs.

This was wrong. So, so wrong. He's your mom's boyfriend for fuck's sake. Somehow, in the back of your mind, you now realized just how much of a forbidden fruit Keanu is. And you just so happened to be Eve.

[nann-the-explorer]

Ras wasn't surprised when Jo rushed off to see Arianna and Tostain. There had been a look of stress on her face that spoke of more than just a worry for their friends. As he stood on the deck he watched the crew up on the masts, moving around the rigging like acrobats. This is what he was going to do. It was quite a change from guarding Arianna, he would still make sure to do his duty to her, though he liked the idea of using his skills up there too, it should be easy for him. While he watched, Katarina came skipping over and tugged on Ras's coat. "Oh, hello Katarins, how are you doing today?" he smiled down at the little girl who positively beamed back at him. "Hello, I saw you and the Doctor lady leave the ship, where did you go?" Ras sat down on the deck, leaning his back against the side and patting the spot next to him. "we went to find a special tree that hopefully has the cure for the people of your village and my friends." her eyes went wide. "a magic tree?" he nodded. "inside a secret Grove, we were guided by a beautiful white stag and little Blume here." hearing his name the little Rabbit popped his head out of the coat and looked up at the two conversing. "He's the red haired lady's spirit animal isn't he." katarina's feet swayed from side to side as she spoke. Ras stroked the rabbit's soft fur. "That's right. Arianna is a druid. In my world she is a high priestess of nature and beloved by her god." Katarina's mouth hung open. "Do people pray to her?" "Yes, some people do pray to her. She can create miracles, some believe that she is actually a goddess in elven form." realising he might be overwhelming the child, Ras went back to his story. "inside the tree I found the plants we needed and the deer spirit sent us all back to the beach." He smiled down at katrina, she seemed oddly troubled but he wasn't sure why. Children were a bit of a mystery to him, he liked kids. There was an innocence and playfulness that most people lose as they age. Their ability to see things as they are always amazed him and he enjoyed playing games with them. Before he could ask if she was OK Jo appeared on deck and called for him. "Sorry Katarina, I have to go help make everyone well now. Be a good girl and help Eduardo make yummy food." He ruffled her hair gently and walked away. He tried to smile at Captain Alardice but at the mention of Nann Ras felt uneasiness inside. "Where is she?" His question wasn't heard. Jo suddenly snapped at Samuel, causing his eyes to widen in surprise. Jo began striding towards the sick bay but stopped when Ras didn't follow. "i'll be there in a few minutes." He quickly headed to Arianna's room. Knocking lightly on the door he waited for Andrei. "Andrei, can I talk to you? Lucan still has control of you doesn't he." His face was sympathetic and he gave her a hug. "I don't know how hes continued to do this. I promise We will find a way to break his hold, OK?" Andrei hugged Ras tighter. "The doctor thinks I've betrayed us all. I haven't, I don't want to… he said he'd make me kill everyone if I didn't do what he said… I want to protect everyone." Tears welled up in her Amber eyes. As Ras pulled away he gently wiped her tears away with his thumbs. "I will do whatever I can to free you Andrei. I know Arianna will too…" his eyes drifted to Arianna and Tostain. The mark that had started on Arianna's fingers had now spread up to the base of her neck. It was painful for him to see her in this state. 'it's spread so much.' "Please take care of them a little longer. For now do as Lucan says. He can't find out that we know. " Andrei nodded, it was a small bit of relief for her as Ras left. Jo wasn't amused at his detour. But Ras said nothing as he placed the leaves on the desk." we need to dry the leaves out or grind them up to make a kind of paste. Then add them to hot boiled water, enough for each person. I don't know how many others are alive in the village anymore…" his voice trails off. Their number must be greatly reduced because of the disease and the predators. "Andrei can't break Lucans control.

She is desperately frightened, and wants to break free. He threatened to make her murder everyone if she doesn't obey him. She's been trying to find a way to let Captain Alardice know without directly breaking his command." Jo thought this over as the two spent the next five hours working on the cure. Geiger was miserable, he kept watch over Nann while the Captain saw to the doctor and Ras. He knew Ras would be furious with him if he found out. They had become friends and this could risk that friendship. He scrunched his face up at the thought. Nann would be angry too… all Geiger wanted was for everyone to be happy. This wasn't going to make anyone happy, he wondered how they could get in touch with the sentinel without Ituith’ryiel. Would it even help them? On the bunk, Nann's energy started to creep up again. Geiger lightly touched her shoulder, sending her back into oblivion again. He hoped Ras wouldn't be too angry and would understand why they had done this.

Dr. Kirkham looked at the leaves on the table thoughtfully before shaking her head slightly. Then she went to the drawer of her messy desk and grabbed an old leather-bound book, that was filled to the brim with notes, drawings and pieces of dried leaves. Absently, she thumbed through the book, before closing it and looking at Ras.

„You visited Arianna and Tostain, didn’t you? You saw how bad their current state is and we both know that this is getting worse by the minute. We don’t have the time to dry the leaves. And I am afraid that the heat that occurs while grinding may affect the healing substances. In all my years that I studied foreign healing methods, I discovered that the best method is to distill the active component from fresh leaves. I even developed my own method which is gentle but quick in comparison.*

Dr. Kirkham looked at him over the rim of her glasses and her gaze made quite clear that she wasn’t going to argue with Ras on that. As he didn’t seem to contradict, she nodded to a small drawer.

*Please, be a good lad and get my vials out of that drawer over there.*

They both assembled the simple distillator quickly and started the procedure. The doctor fell completely silent whilst Ras and her tried to extract the active component of some of the leaves into a small vial. She constantly wrote into her book, never leaving the distillator out of sight. The liquid, they produced shimmered as golden as the leaves, indicating that this was the very essence of the leaves and hopefully the cure to that gruesome sickness.

After an awful long time, the vial was filled to the half with the golden liquid. Finally, Dr. Kirkham spoke with a loud sigh.

*I see … so, Andrei was betrayed yet again. I am glad, that I was wrong with my assumption.*

She turned around to face Ras, holding the little vial cautiously between her thumb and her index finger.

*Yes, I do believe you, when you say that this Lucan is a dangerous man. But in the end we are one crew and one family. We fight for each other, no matter what … she should have a little more faith in us.*

Dr. Kirkham handed Ras the vial to let him have a closer look at it. The liquid inside was moving like on its own, tiny specks of fibers moving inside it like stars in a galaxy.

*I guess, this should be even more effective than a simple tea. Normally I would try it with some volunteers, but in our case, we can’t afford this loss of time. Arianna and Tostain might not last any longer.*

Andrei wandered insecurely along the small aisle that ended in the Great Cabin. When Dr. Kirkham and Ras had suddenly appeared in Arianna’s cabin, she had been sent away by the doctor. Mostly because it was way too crowded in that small room, but also to report to the Captain that the healing potion was ready for the first field test. Andrei gritted her teeth, her fangs baring.

*As if Arianna and Tostain have many shots left. This better is going to work …*

The doctor had been a lot softer when she approached the steward again this time and sent her away with the friendly words.

*Go and tell the old man everything he needs to know …*

Andrei understood immediately. They knew each other for so long know, she could tell that Ras had talked to Dr. Kirkham about her misery. And this was the doctor‘s way to encourage her. And maybe even a strange form of an apology.

The Captain however seemed to be troubled with something else as he barely answered his steward‘s knock on the door. Dutifully, Andrei told him about the first attempt in healing the fellow crew members and for a brief moment there was something like hope in those old sage-green eyes. But as quickly as it had lit up it disappeared again and Captain Alardice sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose.

*That’s great news, Andrei, really … but … Listen, Andrei. Don’t tell anyone what am I going to say now until I say so. But as my trusted steward you need to know.*

Andrei gulped a little, since she wasn’t to be trusted in her current situation. Desperately she wanted to interrupt the captain and tell him frankly about her unwanted connection to Lucan, before he told here something that maybe made them all vulnerable. But the old man simply continued, believing his steward was the same as always.

*I ordered Geiger to immobilize Nann. Ituith’ryiel is plotting something against us, trying to make a deal with this vampire. As soon as the healing is done, we have to establish a connection to the Sentinel at the Threshold. He has to help us against this enemy and he has to know that a second eldritch has been on the island.*

Andrei gulped. This meant their greatest weapon and protector was currently knocked out while Captain Alardice planned to get help from the Sentinel at the Threshold. That was something she should have better not heard about, because as soon as she knew, Lucan knew too.

Andrei sighed and looked at her captain with teary eyes.

*Captain, there is something you need to know, too.*

In the meanwhile, Ituith’ryiel raged against the darkness that had succumbed Nann’s mind. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t hear. Thus, he didn’t even notice that Lucan had been aboard the ship once more.

*This stupid old geezer. I will rip his head off as soon as I am out of here … you can’t keep Nann unconscious all the time!*

[mistressofthemanor]

masterofthemanor

"No wonder" He muttered guiltily as he looked around the room and came to realise that the group was finishing up yet another major part. "Let's get back to our places" He suggested to her, pushing himself up from the chair a bit faster than he should have, which made him falter, however, he didn't let that momentary sensation of dizziness to hold him back from heading back to his station right away, where Amber suddenly took over and split the tasks between them. "Trust me, neither of us would want that" He replied with the ghost of a smile and as she switched their bowls and put the one filled with slices in front of him, he skimmed along the jars in front of him and reached for the cinnamon confidentally, which was the only spice he was able to recognise just by looking at it. However, he had no clue about how much to add, which made him freeze for a moment and bite down on his lower lip, hesitating on what to do. He could have estimated the ratio and winged it, but he didn't want to experiment and screw it up for Amber as well. Of course, he could have called Narcissa and asked her right away, but she seemed to be busy, preparing for the next part, so he decided not to bother her and ask Amber instead if she had any idea. "Do you- oh! Could this be- great!" Upon turning towards her, he suddenly spotted a piece of paper lying between them, which, to his luck, turned out to be the list of ingredients with the exact measurements. Smiling proudly at his found, he snatched the paper and opened the jars one by one, sniffing them and trying to figure out which one was which before sprinkling the right amount over the slices. Everything went fine until he'd poured the lemon juice into the spoon over the bowl and the bottle tipped forwards too fast. "Oh f-... Of course! Something always has to go wrong" He breathed with exasperation, coming to the conclusion that baking was really not for him. "Umm... This might be a problem... Do you think I should I add more sugar? I've accidentally doubled the lemon juice"

Narcissa watched as the two scurried back to their places and she tried to move on with her lesson. "Alright, now that we should all be moving on from the apples, let's put our focus on our crust! To make the crust, I've provided the ingredients before you. Take our flour and add the amount to your bowl along with the sugar and salt. Now typically I don't recommend sugar but because this is going to be a sweet-tasting pie, we want it to have that sweet afterbite once you start to enjoy it! Once you've mixed your dry ingredients together, start mixing in your butter."

As Narcissa was talking and demonstrating, Amber was fighting to catch up. As she was working, Lucius grabbed her attention by asking for the list and she nodded as they continued working to make this pie. Once he expressed his exasperation, that's when she stopped and looked at him. "What's wrong?" As he explained, she chuckled and shook her head in response. "I'm not sure. Double the sugar and lemon juice might be too...strong of a kick for the flavors? What about the cinnamon?" Glancing to Narcissa to see what she was engaged in her demonstration, Amber sighed, "I think I would ask Narcissa what to do. I'm really not sure. Unless you just want to wing it. I'm not very familiar with flavors and what goes best together but I'm sure we can figure it out...right?" She leaned over and started looking at the different spices to see what options they had to work with in trying to rectify the mistake. "Oh what about this," Amber asked, holding up the cinnamon and the nutmeg. "Do you think this would balance out the tang of the lemon juice?"

Cooking Class AU