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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1

Episode 20: Dream Busters

~The Man Cave~

Schwoz and (y/n) were dashing around the Man Cave, trying to set up several machines at once. Ray had called them five minutes ago, alerting them that Henry was 'out of action', whatever that meant, and he was bringing him back to the headquarters as soon as possible. The worry in his voice made the two assistants rush to get everything ready as deep down, they could tell how concerned Ray was. He was protective of his vulnerable sidekick; they all were, and they'd be damned if they let him down in his hour of need.

Charlotte came crashing down in the elevator, (y/n) having called her fifteen minutes earlier. It wasn't the girl's day to work, but once the superhero duo came back, Captain Man would need all the help he could get to save Henry. (y/n) was tweaking the machine that would be used for Henry, as the dark-haired girl stumbled into the main room.

"Hey, Schwoz, (y/n), look! I made onion dip!" Charlotte smiled at them, excited to share her delicious creation. However, the situation was dire and the two engineers didn't have time to sit and dip.

"Not now Charlotte, sweetheart." (y/n) smiled at her as kindly as she could, but the stress was evident on her face. Ray hadn't given them many details, but there were enough to make her feel nauseous with fear.

"There's no time for onion dip," Schwoz told the girl, helping the young woman adjust the chair in the middle of the room.

"Why not?" Charlotte asked, sensing that something was wrong.

"Something bad has happened." (y/n) told her, her hands feeling clammy and shakey. 'Damn my stupid nerves.' She thought, knowing that to do her job properly, she needed to remain calm.

"Aw, did Gooch fall in the toilet again?" The dark-haired girl sighed, not fully comprehending the gravity of what was going on.

"No, Gooch did not fall in the toilet again," Schwoz said in an annoyed tone. As if they'd be running around in a frenzy if Gooch was in the toilet again.

"Then what is--" Charlotte was interrupted as both tubes came down with a pale-faced Ray in the right one.

"Hey! Do you like onion dip?" The girl asked him in a friendly tone, but the superhero was too concerned with his sidekick to care.

"Wait a minute!" He stopped her question, watching as a sleeping Henry came down in the other tube. (y/n) felt her stomach drop at the sight of him in the deep sleep. Seeing it with her own eyes made everything feel real. Schwoz used his remote to raise the tube propping the boy up and Ray caught him in his arms.

"Oh my god, how is he?" (y/n) said, taking a few steps forward to meet her best friend in the middle as he brought the kid to the chair.

"He's sound asleep!" Ray reported, his voice laced with concern.

"Oh no! Bring him! We have to hook him up to the thingy!" Schwoz lifted the headpiece on the machine and gestured for the larger man to put Henry down. Charlotte looked on in confused horror, not knowing what was wrong with her friend.

"What's wrong with Henry?" She asked as (y/n) and Schwoz strapped the boy to the chair and hooked him up to the device.

"We were trying to capture Dr Minyak," Ray said, biting his fingernails through his gloves when (y/n) brought up Henry's vital signs on the scanner.

"Dr Minyak broke out of prison?" Charlotte said in a shocked voice. She hadn't heard about the insane criminal being loose again.

"Yeah, two weeks ago." The older woman mentioned. She knew the status of pretty much every major criminal in and around Swellview since she had a lot of time on her hands and an obligation to be well-informed for Ray.

"And just as we were about to grab him, he blasted Henry with a dream beam." The man recounted what had happened only an hour prior.

"A dream beam? What is--" Charlotte was perplexed with everything happening at that moment and Ray's interruptions weren't helping.

"There's no time for you to finish that question!" He snapped at her, making (y/n) frown as she looked at the screen.

"Raymond! Keep calm!" She told him sternly. Just because there was an emergency didn't mean he had to be rude.

"Sorry." He mumbled, trying to get his stress under control.

"Schwoz, can you show us Henry's brain activity?" The woman asked the genius as Ray ran around the chair so he could see the screen.

"Yeah, hang on, I've got to change the input," Schwoz said and he started to flick through all the setups on the monitor.

"HDMI one, no, HDMI two, no." He looked through them at a painfully slow pace, which irritated the other adults.

"Oh my god," Ray muttered under his breath, as he put a hand on his friend's shoulder, comforting both of them.

"For the love of God, please hurry up!" (y/n) hissed, enjoying the warmth that his touch brought.

"Oh, there. That's Henry's brain." The little man finally found the right screen on HDMI three and they all looked at the information that was listed.

"Okay, I will give anyone two dollars to tell me what's going on." Charlotte held up the bills, shaking them in front of the adults' faces so she could be clued in on Henry's situation.

"Henry got blasted with a dream beam, which put him into a deep sleep, like, really deep." (y/n) explained as simply as she could, knowing that she couldn't explain the science even if she tried. The girl nodded in understanding, so the older woman took the two dollars out of her hand, thinking that it was two more dollars in her pocket.

"Well, then let's wake him up," Charlotte said, but Ray shook his head.

"It's almost impossible to wake someone who's been dream beamed." He said, walking back over to Henry's side.

"Why?" Charlotte asked in concern.

"Show her, guys." He said as he raised the headpiece from the boy's face. (y/n) took out a pair of cymbals from a cabinet and started crashing them together next to Henry's ears. Not even a blink. Sighing, she put them down and let Schwoz take over.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" The little man's slapped Henry across the face harshly several times, but the boy didn't even twitch.

"Okay, okay, he needs his face!" (y/n) grabbed his hands and pushed them away from the boy. They turned to Charlotte who looked like she now understood how serious everything was.

"You see?" Schwoz shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh my god..." The teen stated, not believing that Henry hadn't woken up after having his face beat about.

"And as long as he's in this type of deep sleep...he'll have dreams," Ray said mysteriously, putting the scanner back down.

"Dreams?" They didn't sound too bad to Charlotte. Everyone dreams, so how bad can it be?

"Disturbing dreams." (y/n) clarified.

"Crazy dreams!" Schwoz growled into Charlotte's ear, making the girl jump.

"Oh, man." The teen looked at Henry with worry as the kid began to writhe in discomfort.

"He must be having one right now." (y/n) said, seeing a change in his brain activity.

"I wonder what he's dreaming about." Charlotte wondered, wishing she could see inside Henry's mind.

"Watch the screen and you will see," Schwoz told her, making the girl gaze on the monitor with wonder. Henry's brain waves started going haywire as his dream commenced.

Henry strolled up to his locker in Swellview High School. So far, so normal. However, everything soon became weird as Jasper came running through the corridors, screaming for his friend. The blond boy turned away from his locker, intent on greeting Jasper, but to his bewilderment, the teen came trotting up to him in a snow-white wedding dress, complete with a veil and heels.

The boy was panting and sweating, but he started to tell Henry about how he was late for his wedding and that he needed him to drive him to church. Henry questioned why he was dressed as a bride, but Jasper didn't answer him, he just peered over his shoulder in horror. When Henry asked what was wrong, the curly-haired boy just pointed and screamed at a dancing green woman behind him. As Henry looked at the dancer in confusion, Jasper grasped his bicep and pleaded with him to not let the girl stop his wedding.

With his best friend running away, Kid Danger was left with the green woman, but then, Miss Shapen walked up to him. He tried to ask her about the green dancer, but she just scolded him for being in trouble over her cat not using the bathroom. Henry asked why that was his fault, but Miss Shapen was just spouting gobbledygook about George Clooney. Things got even weirder when his teacher's eyes were replaced with lips, which started to talk over one another. Miss Shapen and her lip-eyes began to laugh together, seriously freaking Henry out when they started singing too.

"Look! His brain waves are going insane!" (y/n) pointed to the spiking levels on the monitor, grabbing everyone's attention.

"He must be having an insane dream," Ray said as Henry started convulsing again.

"Man...I sure picked the wrong day to make onion dip." Charlotte commented, making the adults look at her with irritated and baffled expressions.

"We don't have time for the dips!" Schwoz scolded her, causing the girl to raise her hands in surrender.

"Okay, let's not argue. Henry needs us, so Ray, go get changed, Schwoz, help me get Henry back into his normal clothes and Charlotte, get some chips for that dip." (y/n) instructed them, taking control of the situation. Shit needed to get done and she was going to be the one to facilitate it.

"Yes, ma'am!" They all saluted her jokingly and parted ways to get started on the tasks she gave them. Ray smiled to himself at how she asserted herself, loving how her confidence came out when needed.

~10 minutes later~

"All right, Henry's back into his normal clothes, what do we do now?" Ray asked her, as he finished wrapping some bandages around the kid's feet, as per (y/n)'s directions. She needed the piping to be secured around his feet so her plan could be carried out safely.

"We're gonna try something drastic." She said enigmatic tone.

"Oooh, what?" Charlotte asked her, seeing how she was letting her logic and intelligence guide her.

"Waking Henry up by giving him a massive dose of extreme coffee." She told her, turning around to see if Barista Schwoz was nearly ready with the super-caffeinated drink.

"But I thought extreme coffee was illegal in America." The dark-haired teen gasped, not believing that they were going to use it on Henry.

"It is," Schwoz said. Drastic situations called for drastic measures.

"And for good reason. It has over 300 hundred times the caffeine of normal coffee." Ray stated, his focus on Charlotte giving (y/n) a second to glance at him and appreciate how well his shirt fit him. Like always, his biceps strained against the material, making them look huge.

"Okay. We're ready to pump the extreme coffee into Henry." Schwoz announced, snapping her attention away from Ray's muscly arms.

"Do it." The large man said, praying that it would wake Henry up.

"Are you sure about this?" Charlotte looked at (y/n), who was biting her thumb from her nerves.

"This is the safest option." She muttered, taking a few steps back so she could be at Ray's side. He slipped his hand into hers and their fingers intertwined into a tight hold.

"Let's hope this works," Ray said, crossing his fingers on his free hand.

"Yeah." Schwoz pressed the go button on the coffee machine and the deathly black liquid ran from the bottle, through the tubes and into Henry's body via his feet.

"Hey, why are we injecting the coffee into his feet?" Charlotte asked, thinking that it was a weird place to use.

"Because the fastest way to get the coffee in is through intro-feetus injection," Ray replied, confusing both the girl and his best friend. That information was definitely wrong.

"Where do you learn this stuff?" The teen questioned him, seriously wondering what books and web pages he was reading.

"He doesn't, he just repeats what Schwoz and I say. Badly." (y/n) teased, squeezing Ray's hand as she smirked at him. He chuckled and let go of her hand in favour of wrapping an arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer to him.

"So, what is the real reason?" Charlotte asked, not letting how cute they looked affect her facial expressions.

"We can't use intravenous injection in his arm because the coffee would be absorbed too fast and it could give him a heart attack. Therefore, we're sending it in through his feet so the absorption is slower." (y/n) smiled at Charlotte who nodded in understanding at her simple, yet smart explanation.

"Clever girl," Ray mumbled, pressing a fleeting kiss to the top of her head. (y/n) thanked her lucky stars that she wasn't the one hooked up to the machinery since she was sure her heart rate would be off the scale. She avoided eye contact with Charlotte as she knew the teenager would be staring at her with teasing eyes.

Henry began to shake more violently as the extreme coffee began to take effect. His friends looked at him as he moaned and groaned.

"Is Henry waking up?" Ray asked Schwoz, who checked the scanner's results.

"I don't think so." He sighed dejectedly. Ray put his hands on his head in frustration and (y/n) squished her face to his pec. They had been counting on this to work, so to hear the bad news was like a kick to the face.

"But the coffee does seem to be affecting Henry's dream." Schwoz saw the numbers on his screen shoot up and the boy shook like a leaf.

Henry was back in Swellview High, sprinting at full speed around the corridors (probably influenced by the massive inrush of caffeine). Oliver Pook was sat in the middle of the hallway in a shallow paddling pool, blowing bubbles as a yellow duck bobbed up and down in the pool. The green dancing girl from before was twirling and shaking her hips as a hyper Henry ran around Oliver's pool, laughing along with the boy. He danced with the woman before taking a leap across the pool and knocking a trash can over. His blood felt like it was on fire, making him do around fifty starjumps before running off again.

Having run out of ideas to try, the four friends awake in the Man Cave had sat down on the couch to think and eat Charlotte's dip. Taking a chip each, they scooped up the homemade condiment and tasted its sweet and tangy richness.

"I feel so bad for Henry," Schwoz told them in a sad voice, making them all look at the snoozing boy.

"Yeah." Ray sighed, feeling guilty that he let his sidekick get hurt. Charlotte stood up and took a dipped chip over to her friend, hoping he might wake up to eat it. The adults looked at her dolefully, seeing how she was hurting like the rest of them. (y/n) hugged herself to Ray's body, seeking his warmth for comfort and support. The fruity smell of her shampoo calmed him like usual, and they sank into each other's embrace.

"Henry...wake up. I made my homemade onion dip." She waved the dip under the boy's nose but saw no response, so she looked to the adults in defeat. Schwoz moved up to sit on the back of the sofa and the best friends shifted so they could stay in each other's arms and watch Charlotte.

The girl smushed the chip against Henry's lips, wanting to see if her dip would be some sort of miracle cure and wake him up.

"Please wake up." She begged the teen boy, just wanting her friend back. However, all she was doing was smearing onion dip across his lips. The sight of her so desperate made the adults' hearts ache.

Not being able to take. it anymore, (y/n) and Ray stood up and walked over to her. The woman put her hands gently on her shoulders, hoping she could offer her some consolation.

"Charlotte, sweetheart, all you're doing is giving him dip lipstick." She told her softly, as Ray put his hand over hers.

"I know." The girl sighed, letting go of the potato snack, which then stuck to Henry's face. The three looked at the sidekick with depressed expressions, but then Schwoz jumped up with an idea.

"AAH!" He yelled, finally having his eureka moment. His shouting broke the silence in the Man Cave and startling his friends. Charlotte clutched her heart in panic as (y/n) wrapped her arms around Ray and he hugged her waist instinctively.

"What, Schwoz?" He asked in an irritated voice, the sheepish woman removing herself from his person. Her cheeks flushed from both her reaction and how strong the man's arms were as they shielded her from any danger. Yikes, she had it bad.

"Maybe we cannot wake up Henry by doing things to him on the outside..." Schwoz started, the others listening intently.

"Yeah..."

"Right..."

"So...let's try to wake him up from inside his dream." The little dude theorised, the plan sounding plausible in his head.

"What?" Ray and Charlotte looked at him like he was crazy, but (y/n) could see where he was going with it.

"You mean, like, a shared conscious or something?" She knitted her eyebrows together in thought.

"Exactly." Schwoz smiled at her, knowing that she was smart, she just didn't have the confidence in herself to let it shine.

"But I don't understand what I'm supposed to do." Charlotte frowned, as the three adults strapped her into an identical chair to what Henry was in. It was all part of Schwoz's plan and it looked like it would be their last chance to save Kid Danger.

"We will explain," Schwoz spoke to her as the teen settled into her chair.

"All right, see, Henry is trapped in a dream state." The genius started, clarifying what she already knew.

"Right, I get that." Charlotte nodded.

"According to Schwoz's theory, we might be able to wake Henry up from inside his dream," Ray told her his understanding of the situation.

"I don't get that." The girl said, looking at him all confused, but she was looking to the wrong person for answers. The superhero knew diddly squat.

"We're going to make you go to sleep like Henry. And then using this machine, we can connect your sleeping brain waves with Henry's." (y/n) put it into simple terms for her.

"And put you inside Henry's dream." Schwoz finished. The explanation made the whole thing seem easy, even though the little man was buzzing with nerves at how many things could go wrong.

"And you guys know for sure that this isn't dangerous?" Charlotte asked, feeling nervous that she was about to be in the same boat as Henry, who they were trying to save.

"Uhhhh, sure, sure." The men lied, making (y/n) roll her eyes. Trust them to instil her with false confidence.

"Then how come one of you guys don't transport yourselves into Henry's dream?" She saw straight through their bullshit.

"I have a peanut allergy." Ray fibbed, avoiding (y/n)'s eyes when she folded her arms in annoyance. 'Peanut allergy, my butt.' She growled in her mind.

"I had some onion dip." Schwoz's answer was as equally pathetic as Ray's was.

"(y/n/n), what's your excuse?" Charlotte sighed, thinking the woman had chickened out too.

"I don't have one. I was going to do it, but these two assholes won't let me." She glared at the men, not liking how they were letting a child do the dangerous work.

"Fair enough." Charlotte let it slide, imagining how Ray would have a bee in his bonnet if anything bad happened to his helper.

"Now, listen, Charlotte, when you're inside Henry's dream, you can't tell Henry that he's dreaming." Ray insisted firmly.

"Do not tell Henry that." Schwoz reiterated the point, stressing that it was vital that she maintained the false reality once she was asleep.

"Why not?" She asked, thinking that it would be the easiest way to get Henry awake.

"Because when you're inside someone's dream and you tell them that they're dreaming, it can go into brain shock." The superhero said, which was the only science-related thing he could add to the conversation.

"His brain could go...boom!" (y/n) imitated how the boy's head would implode, shocking Charlotte at the dramatic consequence.

"Well, what about me? Could my brain explode?" Her eyes grew wide, thinking that her own personal safety was now at risk.

"Uhhh, no."

"What time is it?" Ray and Schwoz looked away from her, not knowing how to tell a girl that she could die.

"You'll be fine, Char." (y/n) reassured her, but the tightness of her smile gave Charlotte the impression that even she couldn't guarantee her safety.

"All right, well, what do I do when I'm inside his dream?" The adolescent girl asked. There must have been something she could do to help Henry once she was in his dream.

"Well, according to the internet...when a person is in a dream state, one of the most common ways to wake up is by experiencing pain." Ray read aloud from his PearPad and Schwoz agreed that it was a good place to start.

"I don't wanna hurt Henry," Charlotte stressed. Her friend had been through enough already.

"You won't be hurting him, the real Henry is right here. You'll only be hurting dream Henry." (y/n) said and the young woman pointed to the boy's body.

"It won't be real." Schwoz soothed her worries.

"Okay, but how do I talk to you guys?" She asked, knowing that they couldn't talk to Henry in his dream.

"We're going to put Henry's whiz watch on your wrist," Ray told her, as (y/n) removed it from the kid's arm and transferred it to Charlotte's.

"So, if you fancy a chat while you're in Henry's dream, you use this." She smiled as she fastened the strap.

"You know, when I took this job, we did not talk about stuff like this," Charlotte said sarcastically, using her humour to break the tension.

"Welcome to my world. I was only supposed to stay here whilst I finished college, and look, I'm still here." (y/n) giggled, putting the younger girl at ease at how she was now stuck in Ray's employment. Not that she or he would have it any other way. It never really felt like a job anymore, not when they had each other.

"You'll be fine," Ray reassured her too, whilst simultaneously thanking the gods that his best friend stuck around even when she could have left for a safer and secure life.

"Well, I feel like I should get a bonus or something," Charlotte mumbled. Her paycheck didn't cover near-death experiences.

"Charlotte, if we don't wake Henry out of the dream state soon, he could be trapped in there forever." The superhero urged her, making her realise the importance of her mission.

"Okay, but before I go..." She said. If she was going to die, she wanted to die happy.

"Name it." (y/n) stated.

"One more chip and dip." Charlotte smiled, wanting to taste her great cooking one last time before she faced possible death. With an irritated face, Ray picked up the platter and let her scoop one last mouthful.

"Oooh, me too." (y/n) grinned cheekily, ignoring how moody Ray and Schwoz were being. Charlotte's dip was too good to resist.

"Okay. Let's get this going." The girl said with a full mouth, chewing and swallowing quickly as the scanner was put over her head. Ray let the chair fall back to she was lying down before looking at (y/n) with doubt written across his face.

"You really think this is gonna work?" He said to both her and Schwoz.

"I don't know." The genius mumbled as (y/n) groaned. They were such idiots sometimes.

"Doofus! Nitwit! She can hear you!" The young woman slapped them both on the head, irritated that they weren't doing Charlotte's nerves any favours.

"I heard that!" The girl yelled through the orange glass, proving (y/n)'s point.

"Sweet dreams, Charlotte. And remember, hurt Henry." Ray reminded her, plugging the cable into the scanner.

"It could be our only chance to wake him up," Schwoz added.

"We'll see you on the other side..." (y/n)'s words were the last thing Charlotte heard as she was plunged into the dream state.

~In the dream~

Charlotte screamed as she felt herself falling through the air. Her eyes shot open as she landed roughly on the floor of Henry's living room. Henry was looking around, wondering where the noise was coming from, not noticing his friend until she stood up.

"Hey." Charlotte greeted him, realising that she must have successfully entered his dream.

"Wha--wh--Charlotte. How'd you get here?" Henry stuttered, feeling on edge from all the freaky things that were happening around his house.

"Uhhhh..." How do you explain that your boss sent you to hurt your friend until he woke up from a dream induced by a supervillain?

"Oh, I don't care." Henry was too relieved to see another normal person to need an explanation and he gave his friend a big hug.

"Good." Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief. That was one problem she didn't have to worry about.

"I'm just glad to see you." He smiled at her, happy that he wasn't alone in the craziness anymore.

"Why? Anything strange going on?" The girl feigned ignorance.

"Everything. I had the weirdest day at school. And then I come home and it's even weirder here." He told her, the stress of his day in the dream creeping him out.

"What's so weird?" Charlotte inquired, ready to see what 'crazy dreams' really meant.

"Well, for one thing, my parents. For some reason, they look and sound different. Like Kim and Kanye." Henry pointed to Mrs and Mrs Hart in the kitchen, only it was Jake and Kris, it was literally two Kim and Kanye lookalikes.

"Hi, Charlotte." Kim/Mom said to her, as the girl's mouth dropped in shock.

"I'm a genius!" Kanye/Dad stated, imitating the Kanye in real life.

"Cool," Charlotte said slowly, sensing that things were about to get weirder.

"Why do my parents look and sound like Kim and Kanye?" Henry asked, shaking his friend in desperation.

"Do they? I didn't notice." She said, trying to keep up the façade that everything was fine.

"Well, maybe you'll notice that Piper has a beard, and she's playing the lute." Henry gestured to his little sister, who looked like a wise old music player. Definitely strange.

"I gave my love a chicken that had no face." She sang, strumming her instrument's strings softly.

"Why is she singing that?" Henry shook Charlotte's shoulders again.

"I really--" Her answer was cut off as the teen panicked.

"All chickens have faces!" He shouted.

"So, maybe---" Charlotte was struggling to keep him calm.

"Oh, and did you see Jasper?" He pointed to the boy standing behind her, and to her surprise and horror, his head was floating next to his body.

"Henry, will you please help me get back on my body? Hey! Come back! I thought we were a team!" Jasper's body ran off up the stairs and his shouting head floated after him.

"Did you see that? I feel like I'm in some weird, freaky dream." Henry told his friend, making Charlotte panic. She couldn't have him thinking that, his brain could explode!

"You're not!" She grabbed his shirt and pulled him close to her, trying to convey her stress.

"Huh?" He couldn't understand why she was being so weird too.

"You're not having a dream!" She reiterated, but Henry still wasn't convinced.

"Then how do you explain that?!" Henry pointed to the couch and this was the weirdest thing so far. Charlotte's eye nearly fell out of her head when she saw Ray and (y/n) cuddling up on the couch. However, it wasn't like their normal, cutesy snuggling where they couldn't be part without missing each other, this was something else.

"Oh. My. God." Charlotte said, as she watched the two rub noses and shared a gentle kiss. They smiled against each other's lips and if she didn't know that this wasn't real, Charlotte would be on the floor from fainting. It was strange to see them acting on their feelings, but it also felt right, and the teens watched as (y/n) slid into her "boyfriend's" lap so she could be as close to him as possible as they kissed. Ray looked at her with so much love, his eyes crinkling with happiness. It was such a shame that this wasn't real.

"That's not normal!" Henry yelled, knowing that Ray was nowhere near ready to confess to (y/n).

"Just go upstairs and try to put Jasper's head back on his body and I'll deal with the lovebirds," Charlotte instructed him, standing in front of the two so they were out of his line of sight.

"Okay. That makes sense." Henry felt a sense of familiarity from his friend's logic, so he did as she said. He ran up the stairs, intent on sorting out his best friend's predicament.

"I don't know what you think you're doing, but it's not natural!" He yelled, mentally preparing himself for what was about to happen. Taking her chance of being alone, Charlotte ran to the porch and flipped the whiz watch open. Time to see if it would work.

"Ray?" She asked, and the large man appeared over her wrist.

"Charlotte! Did you find Henry?" He asked, getting straight down to business.

"Yeah. I'm inside of his dream." She told him, intriguing the man.

"Oooh, what's it like?" He inquired.

"Weird." She replied, thinking back to Kim, Kanye, Jasper, Piper, Dream Ray and Dream (y/n).

"Well, how weird?" He inquired further, but Charlotte couldn't tell him about him and (y/n), he would really freak out if she heard.

"You really need a number?" She looked at him with a 'for real?' expression.

"Yes. From one to ten." Ray insisted.

"Hang on let me check." Charlotte closed the watch and looked back inside the house. If he wanted a figure, then she was going to give an accurate one. She saw Kim and Kanye spinning around the kitchen with fruit in their hands, Piper combing and talking to her beard, Ray and (y/n) making out on the couch and Henry chasing Jasper's head. Yeah. Definitely weird.

"52." She reported once she was back outside. The whole dream was starting to creep her out too.

"Ray...just tell me what to do so (y/n) and Schwoz can wake me up and bring me back home," Charlotte stressed, knowing that the longer she stayed there, the more likely it was that she'd be stuck there, forever.

"Okay, first, you gotta remember the world you're in with Henry is not real. You're just in a crazy, weird dream state." He reminded her.

"Yeah, no kidding." Charlotte's eye's bugged out of her head as she looked to her right and saw that Jasper's head was floating next to her.

"Hey, who are you talking to?" The head asked, making the girl swat her hand at him.

"Get out of here, Jasper's head!" She shouted, the thing spooking her.

"Charlotte!" Ray yelled to get her attention again as Jasper's head whistled and floated off.

"Yeah, I'm back, what?" The teen refocused on the task at hand.

"You got to go hurt Henry." Ray urged her. Time was running out.

"But I---" She hated the thought of hurting her friend, even if it wasn't real.

"It's okay. You're in a dream. Nothing is real. There's nothing to get hung about. Now, go hurt Henry and hopefully, that'll wake him up." Ray emphasised that everything would be fine.

"All right, but you, Schwoz and (y/n) better not be eating my onion dip without me." She warned him sternly, wanting to wake up to her delicious sauce.

"We're not. Now, you know what to do." Ray shrugged off the accusation, what Charlotte didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

"Right." The girl snapped the watch shut and ran back into the house, thinking of all the ways she could hurt Henry.

~Outside of the dream~

Ray turned away from the monitor that he used to talk to Charlotte and joined Schwoz and (y/n) in eating the girl's dip. Scooping up some of the creaminess on a chip, Ray groaned in delight at the taste.

"Charlotte will kill us if she finds out we ate her dip.." Schwoz said, rapidly dunking another chip.

"Eh, what she doesn't know won't hurt her." (y/n) commented, loving the dip too much to stop filling her face.

~Back in the dream~

Back in the house, Charlotte looked across the living and saw that things were still crazy. Mom/Kim and Dad/Kanye were sharing earphones in the kitchen and Piper was playing a crappy romantic melody on the lute for Ray and (y/n) as the woman laid her head in his lap and lovingly smiled up at him. He giggled at her silly mood and bent down to give her an Eskimo kiss.

"Hey, Piper! Hi, lovebugs!" She called to the people on the couch as she ran past.

"There's a river of glue and apple juice, too." Piper looked at Charlotte and spouted the nonsense.

"I love you, Ray-Ray." (y/n) giggled, cupping her 'boyfriend's face in her hands.

"I love you too, sweetie pie." Ray cooed back, the sight of them being borderline disgusting. It was cute and the girl had been gunning for them to get together for ages, but they cuddled and snuggled like there was no one else in the room.

"Okay..." Charlotte didn't know how to respond to Piper or the couple, so she just ignored them and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl. She ran up the stairs as Piper played her lute again, peeling the yellow fruit as she went. Placing the skin at the top of the stairs, she descended again and called for Henry. Her plan for pain was in motion.

"Henry!" She yelled at the top of her voice.

"What?" The boy shouted back from his room.

"Henry, come quick! Hurry!" She bellowed, hoping that her urgent tone would make him move faster and not see the banana peel.

"Charlotte, here I come!! What's wr---" The teenager dashed to the top of the stairs thinking that was some kind of emergency. In his haste, he failed to notice the trap that his friend had laid for him, resulting in the boy tumbling headfirst down the stairs. He rolled all the way down, grunting as he went. Piper's music was still playing as fell and the lovers on the couch didn't even break eye contact.

Charlotte rushed to see if he was okay, praying that his pain would be enough to wake him up.

"Hi." She greeted him meekly, her plan obviously failing.

"What just happened?" Henry blinked, his entire body aching from the fall.

"You fell down the stairs," Charlotte told him, helping the boy to his feet.

"Oh."

"Did it hurt?" The girl asked hopefully.

"Yeah, a lot," Henry replied as his friend supported his wobbly legs.

"Cool, wait here." The girl dropped him back on the floor and rushed to the porch to tell Ray the development. It seemed like they'd need a new strategy.

"Ray!" She said at her whiz watch, the man appearing once again.

"Hi. Did you hurt Henry?" He asked, wondering if his idea was working.

"Oh, yeah. Is he waking up?" She replied, expecting to see some change or sign on the machines.

"Is he waking up?" Ray turned around in real life, looking at Schwoz and (y/n) as they checked the results.

"No, he's still sleeping," Schwoz said, watching as Henry kept shaking, probably his body reacting from the pain in his dream.

"Pain isn't working!" (y/n) added, noticing that the brainwaves on the scanner were being affected, but not changed.

"Dang it!" Ray muttered, his frustration worrying Charlotte.

"What?" She asked in a concerned voice.

"Stand by. We're gonna bring you back to reality." Ray told her despondently, knowing that for the moment, there was nothing more Charlotte could do in the dream.

"Okay." Charlotte prepared herself, closing the whiz watch and tensing her muscles in anticipation. Henry opened the door and stepped out onto the porch, wondering why Charlotte was out there alone.

"Charlotte, I can't get Jasper's---" He was cut off by a bright flash of light as Charlotte was sucked back to the real world.

"Today, that does not surprise me." He said, the sight of his friend vanishing not freaking him out since he had been through some serious crap already.

~Back in real life~

"Charlotte? Charlotte!" (y/n) shook the girl slightly as Ray and Schwoz lifted the scanner from her face.

"What...What happened?" She asked in a drowsy voice, sitting up and blinking when the harsh lights strained her eyes.

"Bad news. Henry's still trapped in a dream state." Ray said bleakly. Charlotte peered through the gap between (y/n) and Schwoz and saw her friend still trapped in his sleep.

"Aw, man." She sighed, thinking her effort had gone to waste.

"And more bad news," Schwoz added.

"What?" Charlotte wasn't sure if she could take any more problems.

"We ate all your onion dip." The genius admitted, making (y/n) groan. She knew he had a guilty conscience, but she was hoping she would be able to get away with it.

"Oh, no!" The girl squealed, her chances of tasting her dip again gone until she made the next batch.

They had all been wracking their brains for the last half an hour, trying to think of a solution to help Henry. Ray was scrolling through his PearPad, (y/n) on her PearPhone. Charlotte had taken the seat at the supercomputer, scanning the same websites as them in hope that they'd find something useful. Schwoz was typing away on his tablet, but so far they'd found nada, zilch, nothing.

"Hey, hey! Here's something that might wake Henry up!" Charlotte gasped as she came across some information that appeared to be promising.

"Sweet cheese, yes!" (y/n) swiftly tucked her phone in her pocket and ran over to the computer with Ray and Schwoz hot on her heels.

"What you got?" The larger man stood behind (y/n) and looked at the screen.

"Okay, this website says "Sometimes when a person is stuck in a deep dream state, you can stop the dreams by submerging the person underwater for between 30 and 45 minutes."" Charlotte turned around to look at them, the grin on her face indicating that she hadn't thought about the implications of what she had just said.

"Did it mention any side effects?" Ray smiled at her sarcastically as his best friend let her head loll back onto his chest.

"Lemme check. Scrolling down...okay...uh...Here we go, side effects. "Number one, death."" Charlotte happy tone soon turned sour when she realised that the website was useless.

"Okay, let's not try that." She said, leaning back in her chair from frustration.

"Yeah, that creates a whole 'nother problem." (y/n) said, taking her phone out again so she could continue her search.

"Guys...what are we gonna do? What if we can never wake Henry up and he's stuck in a dream state forever?" Ray said in a brokenhearted voice, strolling to Henry's side. (y/n) followed behind him, hugging the large man from behind.

"We're not gonna give up." She said firmly against the material of his shirt, refusing to leave Henry to die.

"But we've tried everything," Ray replied quietly as she squeezed her smaller frame to his huge one.

"There has to be something we can do." The young woman said, enjoying how his back muscles rolled and flexed against her body.

"AHOY! Schwoz's loud cry of joy broke through their sadness, confusing them into what had him raising his PearPad into the air.

"What?" Charlotte asked, his sudden outburst puzzling her.

"Why'd you say ahoy?" Ray asked, turning around with (y/n) so they could see what Schwoz was doing.

"Listen to what I just found on an ancient Hindu website." The little man gestured to his PearPad and they all crowded around it.

"What's it say?" Charlotte asked, squinting at the small text on the screen.

"Come on, Schwoz, spill the beans." (y/n) added, hating the suspense.

"The most effective method of shocking a sleeping person out of a deep dream state is...fright!" Schwoz read aloud, but his funny accent was hard for the others to understand.

"Flight?" She repeated, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Okay, so we just need to book Henry a flight somewhere," Ray stated, snapping his fingers.

"He's always wanted to go to Florida." (y/n) added, remembering how Henry ranted to her about going to Disneyworld.

"Perfect! Henry, you're going to Florida." Ray told the boy, even though he couldn't hear him. Schwoz groaned at how carried away they were getting.

"I not say 'flight', I frrrright. Fright. Like, ooga, ooga, booga, booga, ooga." The little man waved his arms around and growled at them so they'd understand what he meant.

"Oh, fright," Charlotte said, finally getting what he was trying to say.

"Yes, yes, we must put Charlotte back into Henry's dream," Schwoz said, pointing to the chair that sent the teen girl to sleep.

"And she needs to scare him?" Ray asked, confused as to how that would wake his sidekick up.

"That makes sense. Like when I have those nightmares with the clowns that scare the shit out of me and I have to sleep with you when I wake up." (y/n) explained to him, thinking back to the nights when Ray held her close and chased away all her bad dreams.

"She needs to terrify him. You got to scare the poof out of him." Schwoz said, pondering over just how many nights the woman had spent in Ray's bed. How they weren't together baffled him.

"Poof?" Again, Schwoz's accent stopped the others from understanding him.

"Okay, when you say poof--" Ray wasn't sure what Schwoz meant, knowing that in some circumstances, the word was offensive.

"You know what I mean!" Schwoz snapped, not wanting to repeat himself again.

"Wait. I'm not very good at scaring people." Charlotte admitted. She couldn't remember how many of her pranks had failed because she just couldn't get anyone to be frightened by her.

"I can help you with that." (y/n) smirked, knowing just the thing that would do the trick...

"This is what we're going to use to scare Henry shitless." (y/n) told the girl, gesturing to a green, misshapen egg thing in Schwoz's hands. Even Ray looked confused at what it was.

"Looks like something my Uncle Rosco coughed up," Charlotte commented, looking over the lumpy thing.

"You hear what she say about my bloob?" Schwoz looked at Ray, getting all defensive about his creation.

"It does look like a loogie," Ray said, agreeing with his female employee that it looked like phlegm or something. (y/n) giggled at the word 'loogie' and smiled up at him.

"Just...How does that thing help me scare Henry?" Charlotte asked.

"All right, here's the plan. We're gonna send you back into Henry's dream." Ray started, pulling down the orange scanner as his assistants helped the girl into the sleep chair.

"Okay." 'So far, so good.' Charlotte thought.

"And when you get there, put Schwoz's abomination into the refrigerator." (y/n) said, watching as the genius passed his green egg thing to the teen.

"It's a bloob!" He protested, feeling protective over it.

"It's an abomination. Anyway, after ten seconds, you get Henry to open the fridge." Ray carried on. His agreement with his helper made Schwoz grumble and sulk.

"I don't think Henry's gonna be that scared when he sees this blob," Charlotte said. The thing was weird, but not scary, not in the least.

"Bloob!" Schwoz corrected her, not having another person insult the blob/bloob thing.

"Just trust us." Ray contributed, knowing that two of the smartest people in Swellview were helping her.

Wait. What's going to happen when Henry opens the door to the fridge?" Charlotte asked, sensing that the bloob was more than what it seemed.

"Henry will get the bejesus scared out of him. Oh, and look away." (y/n) said, patting her arm reassuringly.

"Look away," Ray repeated, knowing that if it was one of Schwoz's mutated creations, it was bound to be terrifying. They shut the scanner and reclined the chair as Schwoz turned up the power and sent Charlotte back into the dream to finish her mission.

~In the dream~

Charlotte fell back into the Hart's house, landing behind the kitchen counter. Piper was still strumming happily on her lute, and (y/n) was laid on top of Ray, him stroking his hand through her hair lazily. Getting to her feet, Charlotte looked around for the green thing.

"Wait, where's the blob?" She said, looking around for it, but when she looked up, the thing fell on her face like a pancake. The girl flung the bloob from her face onto the floor, where it inflated into its spherical shape again. Shaking off her disgust, she picked it up and dashed over to the refrigerator, shutting the thing inside.

"Okay, put the bloob in the fridge and wait ten seconds." She mumbled to herself before running to the foot of the stairs to call for Henry.

"Henry! Hey, Henry, where are you?! Henry!" She yelled, hoping he could hear her.

"Charlotte? Charlotte!" The boy came from his bedroom and jogged down the stairs.

"What's happening? Everything's been so crazy and I don't get why." He asked her, feeling relieved to see her again

"Can I have some juice?" She asked innocently, trying to prompt him into getting frightened.

"Juice?" Henry couldn't believe that she wanted a drink with all the weirdness going on.

"Yeah, I need some cold juice. You know, refrigerated." Charlotte lied, hoping he'd buy it.

"Okay, that's a pretty specific request," Henry stated, the stress of his dream taking its toll on his patience.

"Just get the juice." She snapped, leaving no room for arguing.

" All right." The boy submitted, walking over to his refrigerator where he was about to get the fright of his life.

"I'm having a mental breakdown, all she cares about is juice. All right, what do you want, apple? Orange?--" He mumbled to himself, Charlotte looking away just in time as a hideous, winged mutant creature flew out of the fridge and caused Henry to fall to the floor in fright.

"Henry! Henry?" Charlotte ran over to him after the monster went back inside the refrigerator and noticed that he was unconscious. A bright light flashed around his body before it disappeared and Charlotte did a little fist pump in celebration. Her work in the dream was done.

~Outside the dream~

"Oh my god, he's waking up, she did it!" (y/n) squealed as Henry's brainwaves started to go haywire.

"Henry, Henry, can you hear me?" Ray said to the boy as he and Schwoz lifted the brain scanner.

"Wake up! Wake up!" The genius encouraged, as Henry groaned in his sleep.

"Walk away from the light!" Ray and (y/n) yelled as Henry's groans turned into screams.

"Ahh, ahhh, ahhh! Monster in my fridge!" He cried as he was shocked into reality. The adults burst into happiness as he came back to them.

"It worked!"

"You're back!" The men helped him out of the chair and Henry blinked the sleep away from his mind.

"Yeah, I was having the weirdest dreams. And you weren't there. But you two were there. And everyone, everything was insane." The kid told them, breathing a sigh of relief that things were back to normal.

"What? Why were we weird?" (y/n) asked, confused as to why Charlotte hadn't mentioned them in the dream.

"Uhhhh, everyone except Charlotte." Henry couldn't tell them what he had seen them do in his dream, he was sure they'd burst into flames of embarrassment.

"CHARLOTTE!" The adults yelled in synchronisation, realising that the girl was still asleep. They let go of Henry, who fell a little from the sudden lack of support and sprinted to the machine's to get her awake.

"Hello? Ray? (y/n)? Anybody?" Charlotte said through her whiz watch, wondering why she wasn't being brought home.

"Charlotte!" Ray appeared over her wrist, worried that something had happened whilst they hadn't been paying attention to her vital signs.

"Did Henry wake up?" She asked, hoping that the plan had gone smoothly.

"Yeah, he's here and he's okay." The man gave her two thumbs up.

"Awesome. Now, bring me back." Charlotte told him, expecting that it would be easy.

"Right, one sec." Ray stepped away from his camera and looked at Schwoz.

"Bring Charlotte back." He instructed him, but the genius gave him a weak smile.

"We can't," Schwoz admitted, (y/n) sharing his worried look. They hadn't anticipated this.

"What?" Ray exclaimed, looking between the little guy and his best friend.

"What do you mean you can't?" Henry piped up, finding the strength to walk over to them.

"Schwoz blew out the transnypular tube." (y/n) said as Schwoz held up the component. He should have listened when the young woman said to be more gentle with the machine.

"Well, can't you get another one?" Ray asked Schwoz.

"Yeah, but it's like a two-hour drive." The genius explained as Charlotte's voice came from over the whiz watch.

"Uh, listen. We're not going to be able to bring you back to reality for about four hours." The superhero broke the bad news to the girl, who did not take it well.

"Four hours?! Well, what am I supposed to do, stuck here in Henry's bizarro dream for four hours?" She spluttered in disbelief.

"Do you know how to play mahjong?" Ray suggested from the top of his head.

Charlotte sighed as she looked around the house. She couldn't believe she'd have to play mahjong with these weirdos for the next four hours.

"When she wakes up, she's going to kill you." (y/n) told Schwoz, watching as the man put his jacket on.

"You were using the machine too, it's your fault too." He whined back, not wanting to face Charlotte's wrath alone.

"Yeah, but the difference between me and you is that I've got a superhero to protect me. What have you got?" (y/n) smirked, taking her seat beside Ray, fluttering her eyelashes at him so he'd stick to her argument.

"Yeah, Schwoz." The larger man said to the grumbling genius, who knew it would be impossible for Ray to say no to her. He could never say no to her and he'd protect her until his dying breath. They were always on each other's side, no matter what.

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vacantgodling · 1 year ago

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new game + 77 and 99 plsplspls

koooooooorbbbbh thank you for asking!

so i’m gonna post the drabble for 77! i decided that 99 is actually gonna make an appearance in the veeeery last chapter of cage so uh 👀 look out for chapter 20 whenever that happens LMAO

otherwise, god it’s been so long since i’ve written anything paramour related so sorry if this is a bit Rusty i rushed this tbh

send me a number and i’ll write you a drabble based on my spotify wrapped

77. The Bird and The Worm — The Used

for context this is a flashback. tw for violence and descriptions of gore etc

The sickening crack of bone hitting the pavement would never fail to jolt Amon from sleep. He didn’t realize he was having a panic attack until the woman—his “new mother” flew into the lush, well decorated room they’d given him to call his own in a whirlwind of perfumes and fluttering birdlike hands, her twittering little voice crying, “Cori, oh, Cori, please, put the knife down!”

Knife? Amon looked at his hand, finding the same knife from that day firm in his palm. Oh.

Downy feathers twirled in the air like tightrope dancers, thrust there by his violent swings

“Coriandrum Farrah, put that knife down at once!” His “new father” boomed at him. The shake of his rough hands on his shoulders is what truly dragged him back to reality. He wasn’t in an alley. He wasn’t watching those animals throw his mother onto the ground. The seizing hands around his shoulders were just like those that held him down; just like those that had made the first slash against his throat—

Amon paused in his assault of the pillows, and gazed up at the man, his dark eyes swallowed by the pitch of the night and his own murderous intent, fear like a bug in his throat. Seeing his pause, the man continued. “This is the fourth night in a row you’ve done this! We understand what you been through was tragic—“

“No!” Amon’s voice was far too deep for a twelve year old but it was gripped in the bowels of pain, of the suffering evil that spilled from the earth. He wretched violently in his “new father’s” arms, twisting and turning and wriggling to try and escape. His mind flashed between the wealthy aristocrat that took pity on him and saved his life, and the crooked grin of the key who nearly ended it.

“You’ll never understand! They gouged her eyes out and ate them!”

Before either of the adults could react, his grip on the knife tightened once more and he whipped his arm back as if to stab the pillow again, but at the last moment changed trajectory, stabbing it deep into his “father’s” abdomen. He howled in agony, and his “mother” near fainted on the spot, giving Amon ample time to wretch himself free and dash around them and into the corridor. He didn’t know this house too well, and his too weak body screamed at the sudden exertion but he had to get out of here. He didn’t want to play house with rich bastards who thought they owned him just because they intervened on behalf of his life, one he didn’t ask them to save. He wanted to find the people who did this to him, to his mother, and make them pay.

He crashed through a window on the first floor, scampering into the bushes, then off into the night. “Coriandrum Farrah” hardly suited him anyway.

#s: paramour #ren writing #spotify wrapped new game

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nashidakyouko · 6 months ago

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Moving Forward ~ Resident Alien ~ D'asta

Also on Ao3.

Ship: Asta Twelvetrees and D'arcy Bloom

Summary: Asta does not see a spaceship the night she leaves Jimmy, but instead runs into D'arcy and their relationship begins to change

// Domestic abuse warning because of Jimmy // T // MULTICHAPTER. This chapter word count: ~1275

AN: Aliens probably exist somewhere but are not involved in this fic. -

Break Away

That last black eye was the end of it. For real this time. Asta knew that Jimmy would wait, assuming she'd be back. Expecting her to fall back into his arms as soon as he cried wolf about how very sorry he was and it wouldn't happen again. Screw that. Asta had put up with it for many years too long.

Tears flowing down her face, she slipped on the thick ice in front of their—no, his—house. It took all she had to snap back up and dash to her car before Jimmy could catch up. She would escape. She threw herself into the driver's seat, speeding away as Jimmy shouted about how she'd be back—and if she was lucky, he'd still take her.

Some luck.

The night was as dark and murky as her mood. Not a light shone in the sky as she sped off to god knows where. Her cut lip throbbed. A gnarly gouge on her cheek screamed for relief that wouldn't come easy. A few ribs felt like they were being stomped on. Her eye was swelling up, too. Jimmy had been vicious.

The image of a buck permeated her mind. Protection. Protection had to exist somewhere. Dan would take her in, no question. But Asta felt guilty bringing her shit to him again. The guilt of turning her back on him and her people as a teenager still gnawed at her. And all in favor of her abusive husband.

But where else was she supposed to go, anyway?

As she neared the town, she sped so recklessly that she had to screech to a halt when a woman staggered halfway in front of the shoddy little car. An insane action. Before Asta could even wonder who could be that stupid, her eyes met with D'arcy's in the flickering light of an old streetlamp. Asta huffed at her friend's drunken behavior. She begrudgingly pulled over and started to climb out of the car.

Of course, she barely cracked the door open before D'arcy was climbing in through the passenger window. Damn thing never would stay up, some mechanism long since broken. D'arcy grunted as she tried squeezing in. Her ridiculous effort eased some of Asta's tension. She pulled the driver's side door closed and helped drag D'arcy the rest of the way in.

Once she was in, D'arcy laid across the controls and put her head in Asta's lap, awkwardly twisting her neck to face her. Her feet were still halfway out the window. She put on one of her fake accents and said, “What is pretty lady like you doing in place like this? I was sure tonight was going to be a bore, then sweet thing like you shows up!”

Asta rolled her eyes, but there was no denying the smile creeping onto her lips. Before she could tease D'arcy back, however, the redhead's eyes caught on Asta's wounds and a feral snarl erupted from her. In a second, she was sitting upright and gently touching Asta near the bruises and cuts. She didn't touch directly for fear of increasing Asta's pain. Her eyes filled with tears. “What the fuck did Jimmy do to you this time? I swear to God, Asta, when I see him—“

Asta cut her off in a hurry. “I left him.”

Silence.

D'arcy gave her best friend an incredulous look. She'd heard this before, time and again. “I wish you really would... That dick never deserved to lay eyes on you, and you have to fucking know that.”

It was probable—if upsetting—that Asta wouldn't keep away for more than a few days. The pattern followed. Asta pulled away from D'arcy's fleeting touch and looked out to the road. It was such a cold night. No one else passed them by as Asta pondered how she could convince D'arcy she was serious this time. Nothing came to mind.

After a long silence, Asta sighed. “You're right.” A beat later, she surprised D'arcy by continuing, “He never deserved to lay eyes on me.” Asta locked eyes with D'arcy. “And I've stayed with him too long. I'm done.”

Their fingers met on the console, brushing past each other. A thrill shot up D'arcy's spine, and she wanted to scream at herself. Even if Asta left Jimmy for good, it didn't mean anything for D'arcy's fruitless crush she'd harbored forever. Plus, Asta needed a solid friend right now, not a pining loser. So D'arcy folded her hands in her lap.

“Okay. What are you going to do, then?”

“I know my dad would take me, but—“

“Move in with me.” D'arcy interjected, quickly adding, “Well, actually, my lease is almost up. You could stay for a few nights. Then maybe... we could go in on a new place together?” D'arcy looked away for a moment, embarrassed by her own clumsy suggestion.

Asta laughed. “Let me guess, you need someone to cosign on a nicer place so you can spend fewer nights sleeping at The 59.” D'arcy frowned, and Asta realized the suggestion was serious. “Oh. Yeah, okay. Thank you... I guess we'll go to your apartment and figure things out from there...” Asta wasn't sure she was ready to commit to renting yet, but she wasn't going to say no to a place to sleep until she figured things out.

She knew she'd made the right choice when D'arcy grinned at her, twirling the ends of her bright hair.

D'arcy's tiny apartment wasn't far. Since she'd wisely left her car at the 59, her parking space was empty. Actually, most of the spaces were empty—people didn't like living in these run-down apartments. It had been a while since Asta had been here, since D'arcy spent most of her time at The 59.

D'arcy ran around to the driver's side and held out her hand to help Asta out. “Allow me to escort you.”

The smile quirking on Asta's lips burned where they were split, but she didn't mind it much. Smiling was worth a little pain. She winced as D'arcy pulled her arm a little too quickly, a pain shooting through her side. Those ribs needed to be iced. When D'arcy hesitated, Asta waved it off. “Don't worry about it. I'll be fine after some rest. Promise.” Asta offered the pinky on her free hand.

D'arcy knew better than to suggest Asta get looked over at the clinic. The only time Asta had let herself be patched up after a Jimmy thing was when he'd thrown a glass at her and she needed stitches on her arm. She never wanted to answer questions about how she'd been hurt, so she never gave Dr. Hodges a formal occasion to ask. D'arcy unhappily twined her pinky with Asta's.

As soon as they got inside, Asta made a beeline to the freezer for ice. From the nearby coat closet, D'arcy grabbed an old water-proof bag she used for especially bad hangover headaches. She promptly took the ice from Asta and filled the bag with cubes. There were medical supplies in the bathroom, and D'arcy hurried to grab them. She gestured for Asta to take the bed in her little room. In her current state, Asta wasn't foolish enough to protest the courtesy.

Within minutes, Asta was as fixed as she could be tonight. She fended off a sigh, knowing her ribs couldn't handle it. There was only silence as she iced them, giving herself time to brood about a future she suddenly couldn't see the shape of.

D'arcy solemnly watched her from her sleeping bag on the floor until they both drifted into fitful sleep. They'd deal with everything later.

AN: I'm not sure if I'm going to have Sam Hodges die yet. Either way, there won't be as much focus on Asta's work life as on the show. Also I'm just having D'arcy have red hair from the beginning for simplicity.

Comments and reblogs are love! Thanks for reading!

Updates will be irregular but will happen.

And because she asked me to, I'm tagging my friend @specialinterestshows

#Resident Alien #D'arcy Bloom #Asta Twelvetrees #D'asta #D'arcyxAsta #D'arcy/Asta #Asta/D'arcy #Asta x D'arcy #D'arcy x Asta #AstaxD'arcy #OTP: D'asta #Kyou's fic #a wild Kyouchan appeared #RA #my fanfic

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saintsir4n · 1 year ago

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1914

EDEN Dawkins was never the type that liked nature, instead, she preferred to be at home, reading or even at the Garrison to have a quick drink, especially after a long day nursing concussions, illness or even bruises and cut lips from the local bandits. She steered away from horses because her mother inspired a fear of them in her from a young age. But here she was, in Charlie Strong's yard, wearing her worst outfit, trousers, a thick shirt and riding boots that she brought for cheap and mended them.

When she met the icy pair of eyes that were beaming at the sight of her she tutted.

"I have a man Mr Shelby and he wouldn't want someone like you around me."

"And what am I like then eh?" Tommy asked, staring across his uncle's yard at her.

She shrugged, "A gangster, typa man to pull a gun on someone for looking at him wrong."

"He's got that right, I would. But he's missed something," he paused, coming closer to her, dodging the copious amounts of horse manure and loose hay he no doubt will have to sweep up.

"And what's that?" she withheld a smile when he appeared in front of her.

"I would pull the trigger if they looked at my woman wrong as well."

He caught the glimmer of happiness swimming in her brown pools as he inhaled the faint scent of cedar wood (his favourite smell) and alcohol, which she used as an anaesthetic at work earlier today. Breathing in, all she could sense was the whiskey, cigarettes and aftershave, Tommy's natural musk. She was sure that he would add the stench of a barrel to that as well.

"Oh really?" she teased, dodging his kiss by pressing a hand to his chest, "We shouldn't, I'm taken."

He rolled his eyes, "This man can't be too good if he lets you around me."

She hummed, "Suppose you're right, he's not the tallest."

"Oi." he would've thrown her over his shoulders then and there but he knew Curly was around somewhere and hated seeing him being rough with Eden, even if it was a joke.

"Or the sharpest tool in the shed."

"Thinking of our Arthur are ya?"

She tapped her chin, "Perhaps but the prettiest one of you boys is definitely Johnny."

"Watch it," she could hear the amusement in his tone.

A smile tugged at her lips, "Only messing, now can I get a kiss?"

He blinked at her, "Want one from the smallest, ugliest Shelby?"

"Half of that is true...alright I'll stop, you're the most dashing man I've ever seen," she gushed, running her hands over his patchy jacket and up to his neck.

Fighting off the blush breaching his cheeks, he said, "And you're not too bad you're self."

"Leaving," Her smile dropped as she tried stepping around him, but his hands caught her waist.

"Calm yourself down, you know how many times I've had to fight someone off for hearing what they've said about you and your looks? I feel like I'm punching every man in Small Heath for underselling your beauty. Pretty don't do you, Justice, so I'll kiss you until I think of a word that does."

And with that, she melted into the kiss he'd been trying to steal.

Tommy and Eden had been dating for a couple of months and it hadn't been easy. Glares were thrown her way more than usual and jaws clenched around the couple like they had something to say but never did.

During this time, the quaint betting shop the Shelbys owned was drawing much more traction, more customers came in to put down money for whatever horse they believed would win and even though the family sometimes lost out money, they were still happy with their winnings. Considering it had been two years since they'd opened the shop, four since Arthur Sr left and five years had passed since Mara Shelby took her own life; their family was doing well.

"Not yet Thomas," she said when he suggested that she should come and see the new horse he'd been training.

"Thomas? You mad at me?" he asked, racking his brain for when he last pissed her off and god knows it was a lot.

"No, I just don't think I'm ready and you said it yourself, he gets scared if you breathe 'round him."

"I said that months ago," he tugged her over to an old haystack that was hidden around the back of the barn where the wild Mustang he had taken a liking to resided, "Y'know I'll be next to you when I show him off."

"Still doesn't have a name?" he saw through her oblivion's deflection.

Taking her hand in his, he stared at her, making her gulp slightly.

Tommy always had the ability to look through her, like he was seeing her soul, his gaze was the most powerful thing she felt and yet she loved it as much as she hated it. His stare was suffocating and only when he decided to let go was when she could breathe again.

Deciding not to press the matter, because he was cautious of how anxious she became he glanced down, trailing his callous finger over the back of her hand. He did it whenever he couldn't find the right words to say. He adored her hands, so delicate to the touch, often growing envious of the patients she had to treat because they would feel these nimble and gentle things all over them.

Eden could see there was something on his mind and she didn't know what it was, for the past couple of times she'd seen him, he tended to randomly stop talking which confused her as his voice was both his defence and attack. Without meaning to, it was also his instrument that he could play and manipulate to his bidding only when he decided to tune it properly.

"What's wrong, have you gone mute?" her tone was soft, yet impatient, but that didn't stop him from playing with her hands.

He huffed out a chuckle, "No."

"Oh, Tom have you got something to say to me? Just spit it out..."

What she didn't know was how many people kept approaching him about how close she and Lorenzo Changretta were and despite knowing they were best friends, he hated it.

"Those fuckin' eyes."

"What about 'em?"

He took off his cap, "Can't say no to you when I stare into 'em."

"I–" she glanced down, furious about how easily his charm worked on her, "I didn't ask you anything other than for you to say what's on that mind of yours."

Tommy wanted some whiskey, no, needed it to calm his nerves and no he wasn't a nervous man, Polly thought that emotion skipped him. Any drink would calm him, Christ, if only his brothers brought him some, but he knew they were tucked away in the snug getting so drunk they properly couldn't walk home. He didn't know why, but he always hated being vulnerable about Eden, even after all these months, even when Freddie said, 'She's your woman, just tell her, Women are more loyal than men nowadays'. Eden was loyal, she was more than that, she was his His Eden. His little safe haven. Although religion never sat right with him, he believed she was sent to save him.

There was something that he wanted to tell her, something that she deserved to know since they were together and had been for more than any other relationship he'd been in.

But instead, he kissed her like a starved man, for which she was the forbidden fruit that was dangling right before him and he would be damned if anyone would prevent him from taking a bite.

Cupping the back of her head with one hand and using the other to guide her backwards, he poured the passion he felt into her, lapping her tongue with his and feeling up and down her sides. When she moaned his hand only drifted lower, yearning to rip the clothing from the skin he craved to touch.

But their intimacy had some bounds.

She pushed him off before he could leave her indecent.

"We can do it here, Tommy, you wouldn't risk anyone seeing me would ya? I know how jealous you get," she breathed out, still appearing flustered when he stared at her, licking his lips. Almost a minute went by before he let go of her. Her grin faded when he tugged her forward, so she felt his hardened state and whimpered, "Tom."

He dropped his gaze to her chest, "Just wanted you to know that your actions have fuckin' consequences."

"Alright fuck off."

A voice interrupted them, "Yes nephew, you better not knock her up Tom, I don't wanna have to deal with Pol."

The couple immediately snapped their heads to the side to see Charlie standing there, with combs and brushes in hand and a grimace on his face.

When Eden went to jump away from Tommy, he pulled her even closer.

"We were about to look at the fuckin' horse," he stated.

Charlie shot him a sarcastic look, "Oh is that what they call it nowadays?"

Eden averted her gaze, feeling severely embarrassed as the two men spoke Rokker, judging from Tommy's face he hasn't too happy, but Charlie continued to tease him.

Shortly after Curly appeared, the stableman was in his element whenever it involved horses, Tommy believed he was one of the best horsemen in England. Eden thought he was cute, and much easier to talk to than Charlie, perhaps it was because he didn't have much to say at all.

"Eden... Tom, Tommy, we're almost finished setting up the new boy, he's a bit scared, just have to be nice to him," he mustered out.

Eden timidly smiled at him and Tommy noticed how nervous she was.

"We'll be there soon," he said, taking her hand.

Charlie frowned, "Don't be too long, it's Sunday, can't be missin’ out on Sunday dinners can we?"

"Alright alright."

And with that, the two men disappeared back into the barn.

Tommy reached into his pocket and withdraw his cigarette tin, all while Eden started playing with his cap, analysing the razor she and Polly spent a while stitching into his, Arthur and John's caps. The blade was peeking through too much and it was only a matter of time before she had to fix it.

She felt him place a cigarette between her lips, then lit it. They would always light each other's smokes, ever since they began courting it was a thing that had going on, small intimacies. Taking another drag she grabbed his chin, then blew the smoke into his parted chapped lips.

She was mesmerised when he exhaled.

But he honestly thought she looked even more beautiful with a smoke in hand, watching her cheeks suck in, showcasing the beauty spots that decorated her face. He counted every single one over and over again as he found solace in the tobacco. You have more smoke comin' out of you than a fuckin' train, Eden always joked, despite being the one to light them for him.

He smoked more than trains and she judged more than the police, he believed.

"What?" she asked.

They'd been sitting there for a few minutes, in silence, just listening to the sound of the trees blowing in the wind, the trimmed grass sway and the sounds of the horse's neigh. The drop in temperature had her shivering and Tommy wouldn't let that slide, so he took off his jacket and rested it on her shoulders, leaving him in a thick jumper with his shirt collars peeking through.

"You ready?" he asked, standing up and stubbing out the cigarette.

Eden scrunched up her face, "Do I have to go?"

He pulled her up, "Everyone looks more powerful sitting on a horse."

She scoffed, "Who said I was riding it?"

"Who said I weren't referrin' to myself?"

She groaned and shoved him to the side, he mimicked her groan, further aggravating her. Tommy and his impressions would be the death of her.

She gasped when they turned the corner, coming into the barn and seeing the dark brown trembling horse.

Curly and Charlie were nowhere in sight, it was only her, Tommy and the horse.

Oh fuck.

Tommy stepped closer, holding his hands up when the horse caught his movements.

Eden could hear the little cooling words Tommy spoke and she smiled, never seeing him in such a way. It was like she wasn't there, only him and the wild horse.

Gently grabbing the bridle, Tommy continued to whisper, rubbing its forehead down to his muzzle.

He cast a look to Eden holding out his hand, encouraging her to slowly walk towards them.

It was as if the horse could feel her nervousness and started stomping on the grassy floor, creating dents with his heavy hooves, driving her to a halt.

"Eden..." he whispered to the horse, "you're not scared of a pretty girl are ya, boy?" he motioned her to walk which she did, realising how big the horse was almost the same size as them which drove her nerves up the wall, "she's not gonna hurt you. You're not gonna hurt her."

Eden gulped when Tommy took her hand and carefully placed it on the horse's side, she was almost as apprehensive as the animal.

"See... there you go."

She heard Tommy's words as she kept touching the horse.

He smiled when her shoulder's dropped all the tension, though the look in her eyes told her that her fear wasn't gone, after all, it had been less than a few bloody minutes. He never had to search her eyes for meaning for too long.

Eden's eyes doubled in size when she realised that Tommy had let go of her hand and taken a few steps back.

"Gosh Tommy," she whispered, "Look."

A smile graced his lips at her excitement.

"I can see darlin'."

"Have you decided on a name yet?"

"I talked to Curly and Charlie...Curly wasn't too happy but he's lettin' you name him."

She gasped softly, not wanting to scare the animal that wasn't shaking as much any more.

"Really?"

"Yeah," he said, smiling and coming back to them and rubbing down its back. "You're a natural, not even freakin' out anymore."

"Shut up, I didn't freak out."

"Oh really? The bit of piss on that haystack over there –"

She gasped and extended her leg to kick him.

He dodged her attempts, softly chuckling at the glare in her eyes.

"Y'know, he never likes to be out during the day," Tommy commented, remembering when the horse acted as if the sun burnt him whenever it touched its skin.

Eden hummed, and then something came to mind, "Shadow, he should be called Shadow."

"Shadow, and why that?"

"He hides from the sun, ain't that what shadow means?"

He didn't really know or care, he just loved how she looked, whispering to the horse she claimed to be afraid of, only took a few months, and he promised that he would change that and did, well only a little bit.

"Whatever you say, love, whatever you say."

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The day was coming to an end and the moon would soon be in their sights, no doubt her mother would send Isaiah to look for her since it was a Sunday, she couldn't be missing Sunday dinners, Polly was the same.

The couple left Charlie's yard after Tommy told her the time.

Walking along the cobble streets she was still slightly in shock.

It was the first time she'd been anywhere near a horse, let alone touched one. Sure she saw the Shelbys throughout the years ride them through the streets, but it stunned her to see how large they were up close.

"Are you gonna tell me what's going on in your head? You seem off," she asked, walking along the lane.

"Nothing was wrong."

"Sure?"

"I'm sure, just wanted to spend time with you, is that a crime?"

"It is, if I was out for another hour, mum would've killed you," she said, coming to her front door.

They only lived a few houses apart.

"You said she loves me."

"Sometimes."

She laughed when he nervously ran a hand through his raven hair, it was fuller on the sides and needed to cut it off soon.

"So... since you say you ain't mine, some random toff's girl, can I still steal another kiss?"

"A toff? You think that low of me?"

"Never."

She pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, drawing a smirk from him.

His fingers trailed over them, remembering how they felt against hers.

"Until we meet again love."

"Yeah yeah, get lost before my dad comes out with a shotgun," she said, taking off the jacket on her shoulders and giving it back to him, even though he believed it looked better on her.

"Wouldn't want his only daughter being led astray by a gypsy would he?"

"Too late for that now."

As soon as she shut the door behind her, she smiled to herself and took off her shoes, placing them by her parents.

She could hear them faintly as she walked in.

"Still saving lives?" she heard her dad say to her mum.

"Still making things?" her mum joked.

Nurse and carpenter they were and have been for 19 years. Celestine and Cecil Dawkins had been happily married for 20 years, the same couldn't be said for half the city.

"I'm home!" Eden screamed on purpose, startling her parents, her mother almost dropped the plate of mash over her father who was sitting at the table.

"And now the whole street knows that," Celestine remarked, then received a kiss on the cheek from her daughter.

Cecil chuckled, "No doubt Mrs Granberry across town can."

Eden rolled her eyes, "Mrs Granberry can get fuc–"

"Watch it," her mother warned, just as Cecil laughed with his daughter, who pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Cecil was a tall and tough man who would do just about anything for his girls, his darker skin would lead him to trouble which he never caused, the same couldn't be said for Celestine who was a lighter complexion than her daughter, the woman wasn't much taller than Eden, and looked great for forty.

Cecil turned to his daughter, "How was work sweetheart? Still savin'–"

"--Lives? No Dad, a patient succumbed to his wounds today," Eden admitted, taking a seat and not looking at her parents who were sending her pitiful looks.

"Sorry to 'ere that," her dad reached over and grabbed her hand, "why don't ya give our girl an extra piece of lamb," he asked Celestine who nodded.

"Here you go, need you to be in better spirits for tomorrow. Don't fret my girl, it happens to the best of us," Celestine remembered all the times when she couldn't save a patient, it occasionally took a toll on her.

"Thanks, mum," Eden forced a smile, then went to eat, but her mum slapped her hand as well as Cecil's.

"Ay, you may not come to church or even say your daily prays but you will wait to say grace at this table before you start stuffing those bellies of yours."

"Sorry mum," she muttered.

Cecil winced, "Sorry, love."

"And you young lady, where were you? I expected you to help me prepare the table," Celestine pointed the sharp knife at her, making her inch back in her seat.

"Next time I won't be late I promise," Eden spoke, avoiding her mum's piercing look.

"And since you grabbed for your fork first, you're saying grace."

Eden groaned, "Mum."

"Did I stutter?

Grabbing ahold of her parent's hands she sighed, "Alright alright. Dear God..."

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a/n:

just to reiterate, tommy is 22 and eden is 20. the shelby business had only been running for 2 years (i searched up when it started but it wasn't clear online, so I'll make it headcanon for this story). also, tommy might seem much more smilely and open and less cold and that's because he hadn't been to war just yet, none of them have, so everything in this story is much lighter, but that doesn't mean there aren't any future problems, because tommy's jealousy is a mean thing.

you'll meet more oc's throughout the next couple of chapters and even the other canon characters as well. hoped you enjoyed the first chapter guys.

also imma include as much horse terminology as i can, (tryna remember my saddle club days). also since i'm writing about the roma/ romani culture please correct me on anything (beliefs, sayings and more)

tommy and eden ship name?

#wattpad #fanfic #black girl #black reader #edendawkins #Tommy and Eden #tommyshelby and edendawkins #tommyshelby story #Tommyshelbyxblackreader

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kissitbttr · 1 year ago

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TJANK FUCKING GOD YOURE TALKING ABOUT THE R@PE SHIT IN THIS FANDOM. I'm actually in disbelief of how often it's being written. And I get the whole 'dont like, then scroll' and whatever, but when I open up my dash/tags and the first FIVE FUCKING FICS are r@pe fics???? And there's more every day, by the same, but also newer writers??? Wanna know what that is? Normalization. There's one blog on here that's so so so bad for it. And honestly, I get darker content, and I get the interest in rape from a psychological and conditional aspect, but that is when it's being taken seriously. These writers on here? Yeah, they're not fucking taking it seriously. If I see one more '💕🌷🎀' on a r@pe fic, I'm going to fucking lose it.

I can't imagine showing a survivor of SA one of these fics and telling them there is more like it. Like... How embarrassing. But the excuse is that the writers were SA'd and that this is the way they can work through their trauma. Personally, that literally does not add up to me. But! I'm not a psychologist so I can't dictate how someone works through their trauma. But, I can have an opinion on what they put on a public domain. And that's where the whole COD fandom issue lies. There is literally no healthy discourse. If you ask someone why they write about r@pe, they either block you, publicly slander you like you're the idiot for asking about a r@pe fic (???), or tell you to fuck off or something. Like... Why can't we just have a healthy discussion about it?? ESPECIALLY in a fandom with a pretty large female following. We SHOULD be talking about this not being hostile to each other, writers and readers alike.

Idk, sorry for the word dump. I spent four hours talking to a friend about this (who doesn't have Tumblr) and the general consensus was the same. I wish people could just think a little more critically. Just because you have a kink, or think somethings hot, doesn't always mean it's okay. And when you're consistently writing about it as a way to work through it, and posting it online, that just might be a sign that you should talk to a professional, cause there's nothing wrong with getting a second opinion.

took the fucking words outta my mouth babe. you are so RIGHT

tbh i never seen someone actively open about their trauma and say that they write the r*** fics as a way for them to cope. that’s definitely new to me. i mean, i’m no expert too and i can’t exactly say and tell them how to feel but yea that’s a little… bizarre. whether or not they’re using that as an excuse so they can write it i have nothing to say abt that. but if it’s a lie then they can go fuck themselves.

it’s not only this fandom i believe, right? there’s gotta be more and that’s the most fucked up thing about it. like i do not need to know you’re some mentally fucked individual who enjoys writing and reading about r*** content, u keep that shit to yourself. do not bring that bullshit here.

it’s pretty saddening to know that telling ppl to fuck off is their only response. which makes me realized that they are only good for one thing. how could you not have any ounce of decency in you to actually be aware of those things and realize that r*** is not okay and will never be okay?? I don’t care what’s the excuse or whatever reasons u want to bring to the table. if u don’t wanna talk about how r*** takes the joy out of a SA victim and leave a permanent scar in which they have to live with everyday, then there is no point in writing them at all.

and also, you know what saddens me more? the blogs that normally write them comes from women. because, man… you should’ve known better… you should’ve known that no woman on earth could ever live in peace knowing that one exact fear is the reason why we are so terrified of going out alone. why we are so terrified of men. why would you ever go out your way and change these beautiful characters to be some sort of evil spawn ?? weird ass bitches.

don’t be sorry for the word dump!! because i’m glad that some of you came into my inbox and expressed your thoughts about this particular bullshit.

they do need to get some help. and i mean this in the most nicest and disrespectful way possible tbh.

#anon #answered #also… which blog u talking abt cause i need to block em

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aerospectrum · 7 months ago

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Unsure if I sent a response back sorry adhd brain is bad sometimes LOL but it’s been lovely talking to you too! I don’t have anyone to talk about the show with besides my mom who watches it with me but I still have Yellowstone brainrot. Again I’m a Beth girlie but it’s nice to talk to others in the fandom and discuss. I think the show is great because they’re all such victims of each other and the family dynamics are just horrifically toxic. Every relationship John has with his children is abusive and volatile in some degree. Branding Kayce because he disobeyed him. Pushing and punishing Jamie because he’s not who he wants him to be, sending him away to college when that’s not what he wanted. Beth is extremely loyal to him to her own detriment because I personally feel like she’s trying to make up for killing her mother and taking his wife away from him, but no matter how much she tries she won’t ever make that up in John’s eyes. Anyways, you have a good one 💕

Aaaahhh I have so many thoughts also the adhd brain is a mood for sure my dude! sorry it took me forever to get to this! I’ll put my stuff under a cut again only because I tend to ramble and I gotta save the dash sanity for others lol

ok first I wanna go back to Beth lmfao. god she has such depth to her and I feel like we’ve been cheated by T.Sher so badly. Her trauma is unreal and so unprocessed and so unexplored and it’s not faaaair. When it’s Christmas and she is terrified of what’s happening to her??? puberty and she’s terrified, my poor child, I felt so sad that that was such a scary moment for her and then she was already in pain too and her mom was just like “now I have to make sure you’ll survive this man’s mans world and make you ultra haaaard” that made me so sad because I feel like she already was trying so hard to survive as a child. then the flashback to her mothers death. Genuinely I still feel so much rage over it. She was clearly uncomfortable and did not want to be on this big animal that she wasn’t comfortable controlling and unsure of being on and her mom just idk completely disregarded her and basically told her “you’re shit outta luck man up” like girl what??? Your young daughter is feeling very unsafe on a dangerous animal, I get pushing your kids to face their fears but like why did it have to be a joke to East Jesus nowhere??? Then ITS NOT EVEN BETH’S FAULT, Evelyn’s horse spooks(it’s not even looking at Beth, Beth does nothing wrong and nothing at all to affect her horse) but yeah it spooks it’s fucking self and obviously crushes her but Beth is already weeping and scared and blaming herself and Kayce is so intune with the needs of everyone so he pleads for her to let him go get John and she LOCKS EYES WITH BETH AND BLAMES HER!!! straight up is like nah Beth’s the reason my horse spooked it’s her fault my horse crushed me she made this mistake being a completely normal scared child she has to fix this mistake

Beth didn’t even hardly know the way back her horse bucks her off, she gets hurt she runs back she’s already internalizing the grief of this unfair blame she’s saddled with and then what happens???? JOHN YELLS AT HEEEEER. crying screaming throwing up dyyyyying. home girl literally got blamed by her mom for killing her and then he dad yells at her for crying and being hurt and scared oh my gosh I’m so mad lmao. Um…. but yeah. Beth clearly struggled with anxiety and security at a young age and I think she wanted to make her mother proud and prove she was hard enough to survive “with the boys” so she could survive her own survivors guilt that Evelyn forced her to experience maybe???

also yeah!!! I do think John blamed Beth for his wife’s death and she’s desperate to make up for it but also resents John for moving on with any other woman because I think he made sure she felt she was responsible for Evelyn’s death and his unhappiness afterwards— maybe somehow that ties into like her resentment of what Jamie did to her too? Like maybe it triggers this massive guilt in her where she subconsciously thinks well fuck I stole my fathers happiness so my brother stole mine??? God idk what even is meta? Probably not this lol.

not me writing a novel on Beth’s childhood… but then a few years pass and she asks Jamie for help and yeah he fucks it up because well idk part of me does feel it was lazy writing on Tshers behalf again, because they had to be teens in the 90s and sterilization on Rez’s stopped in the 70’s I’m pretty sure idk still. But also like I just think with the fear of failing and the deep rooted trauma of “inate otherness” that Jamie clearly carried around from a young age I just don’t genuinely feel like it was in his character to allow Beth to suffer like that. He would’ve spoken up or argued with her about how he wouldn’t let her go in that clinic. They would’ve fought like shit but he would’ve convinced her that John finding out was better than being cheated out of motherhood and idk Beth and Jamie are just so goddamn conniving (in a good way) that they would’ve saved Rip from John’s wrath.

John’s undying love for the land and his egos unquenchable thirst for false pride and accolades is definitely his downfall as a father in my mind. They definitely are all victims of one another’s traumas and John’s refusal to acknowledge he’s the creator or root/epicenter of it all. All the siblings deserve so much better and I’ll never forgive the writing for completely wiping Lee out of the story too!!!

I also think about how if this is along the storyline that the Rez is still sterilizing women then John was completely ok with Kayce forcing that torture and agony on Monica if it meant protecting the pride of his ranch. But suddenly he’s upset Jamie took Beth there, like is he blind to his own double standards? Fuck but I love johns depth too. They’re all so weirdly complex and i end up thinking damn this man has a lifetime of unfiltered and unfinished trauma too aaaaaaaaahhhhh. I want to write all the things with Beth and John and Jamie lol. They sooth the shallow waters of my weird little soul soil.

sorry I ramble so badly, I can’t tell if that’s the adhd working or if I’m really just bad at staying on track because everything reminds me of something else and then I can’t find my way back to the circles beginning! But I’ve loved your asks they’ve been such high points in my time here thank you so much for talking and sharing in this with me my dude, I hope you have an excellent day/night/afternoon/dusk and beyond lol.

#anon ask #headcanon asks #beth dutton #kayce dutton #jamie dutton #john dutton #monica dutton #yellowstonetv #yellowstone rp #yellowstone asks #yellowstone headcanons #ooc #long post #tw long post

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artsandjams · 5 months ago

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One DARK night, a FAIRY was FLYING when she seen something strange hovering slightly off the GROUND peeking into a window. At first, she thought it was a GHOST but as she flew lower stealthily through tall GRASS, she seen it was a magic DRAGON spying on a human man who appeared to be drawing what looked like some fruit type humanoid hybrid the fairy had only heard about from a PSYCHIC years ago in a distant land. The Fairy sudden had remembered another thing the psychic had said.. "Protect the human who uses the tree tools to create," the old womans words hit the fairy like a ROCK. The fairy flew over to the Dragon as it was preparing to breathe FIRE. Just as the magic dragon went to spew it's firey breath to kill the human man, the fairy dashes over to sprinkle dust upon the dragon.

To the dragons surprise, it's breath was now pure... WATER. "What's the meaning of this? Why are you going to hurt that innocent human man?!", the fairy demanded to know. The dragon could see ELECTRIC bolts coming from the fairy, knowing she was enraged. The dragon turned around again attempting to breath fire towards the fairy, and replied, "This human is responsible for the death of my owner.. if he isn't killed tonight he will create beings of chaos and destruction!!!" The fairy knee she had to act quick. She didn't know why but she knew the psychic was on to something. She encapsulated the dragon in ICE to buy time, then shrunk it into a enchanted ice cube and whispered, "You will only be free once you're ready to help him instead of hurt him".

The fairy glanced up to see the human man staring at her from the other side of the window in horror. He rushed over to grab his sharpest pen to defend himself, not knowing if he would be harmed next. In a hasty panic, the fairy flew into the small opening of the window to blow magic dust into the man's face. The man fell back into his desk chair in fear; swatting at the fairy with his pencil, not believing his eyes. Before he could blink the magical dust had hit him. He fell into a fast slumber. When the man awoke, he was dazed and figured he was dreaming. He found a shimmering note with stars that sparkled with vibrant colors he'd never seen before. The note read: "Create with care & much caution, always. May the frozen cube protect you when you need it most."

The man sat confused. He went and put the mysterious unmelting ice cube in the freezer before slipping into bed to draw again before resting his mind. "Dragons, Fairy's.. What's next War of the Grapes?" He said to himself laughing. When he picked up his pencil he noticed it was different.The fairy enchanted wooden pencil, into a STEEL pen of wonders. As he drifted off drawing, his mind filled fruitfully with flowing creativity; he awoke in the middle of the night. He sleepily stumbled to his fridge, grabbing ice cubes for his glass of water. He turned around to go back to bed but as he dropped the last cube of ice into his water his glass completely froze. He looked down at the glass in confusion, then disbelief.

Seconds later, He heard a soft but scared voice come from his bedroom. "Uh.. hello?" the voice asked. He walked towards the voice still holding the frozen glass. He glaced around the corner into his room and dropped the glass as he jerked back to try to remain unseen. "Was.. my edible laced?" He asked himself rubbing his sleepy eyes. In front of him appeared the character he had just drew before drifting off. "Oh Thank God it's you! Wow. I'm a huge fan. I'd like to think I'M your best work but my sister says she is but look whose here in front of THA CREATOR. Wow. Oh and by the way we can hear your thoughts before you draw us. Grape wars? That's so last year! My name is..."

-To (maybe) be continued-

P s. This is to the ask game thing but it turned into more than I thought it would.. sorry it's sooo long

This was a great read, I was confused until I saw the Types and I knew what you were doing lol, I can’t wait for part 2

#asks #ask game #personal

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namisweatheria · 8 months ago

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OKAY WOW THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR RESPONSES TO THIS. I saw someone say they want to draw fanart, and absolutely no pressure or anything, but I would be THRILLED. I mean, I already am thrilled with the enthusiasm this has received, truly thank you!!

Someone mentioned Usopp backing Sanji up in fights, and I was only thinking of the gag potential before but now I'm considering it more seriously. Something I've long wished for in One Piece is more combo-moves. If AU Usopp and Sanji always fought side-by-side to make up for their individual weaknesses, I think it could be SO cool. Even the simplest combination techniques can be difficult, but are so compatible with their two fighting styles. Sanji kicking someone up into the air so Usopp can shoot them down, Usopp shooting someone with one of his special trapping plants and Sanji taking them out- for them it's remarkably easy.

(Adding Chopper into their It's Okay Not To Have Monster Strength [Like Some People] club and having some combo moves with him, too, could be so sweet.)

It'd be fun if Nami and Zoro had combo moves too. Oh my god, remember when Zoro drowned himself in order to force Nami to save him, because he knew she would? I'm imagining that, but in battle. Doing his part of a combo move, which leaves him lethally vulnerable unless she finishes it. Forcing her to face her fears and fight, in the most irritating way possible. Holy shit. He would have the absolute best time tormenting her with this, I can just see his shit-eating grin. Oh, that's evil. He would.

Even when female characters in shounen get to fight, and aren't just relegated to support roles, it's normally in a much less gritty and visceral way. It's often tactical moves from a distance, magic or technology involved, some kind of wand or gun or avatar used. Personally that has created an insatiable hunger in me for tooth and nail bloody fists shounen women violence. So while Nami's abilities are more suited to powering-up Zoro's, it's important to me to try to get creative and think of another way. Not that her intelligence shouldn't be utilized, it should, but so should her muscles! For me. For my sake.

I loved when she used to just hit people with her staff directly, lol. OH HEY THAT REMINDS ME! I HAD A BEAUTIFUL TIME-SKIP ERA NAMI THOUGHT! What if instead of old wizard men collecting data from their lofty sky-ship, it was rough-and-tumble middle-aged-and-older butch women collecting geological and climate data on-the-ground in extreme conditions. They HAVE a sky ship but only to get between insane locations of weather extremity. Don't you know the most reliable data is collected in-person! So Nami's huge Time-Skip Power-Up is becoming largely immune to extreme temperatures and lightning, being able to see through fog, and being unaffected my unstable and dizzying environments. (Due to a combination of One Piece-typical 'If You Train You Can Just Do This' logic and scientific modifications.)

That way she could hit people with lightning AND her staff at the same time >:) Also it would be wicked and I think about on par with Canon Sanji's Post-TS and then Post-WCI flying and cyborg damage resistance.

I've also been thinking about Sanji's obsession with gender roles and how that would be effected by all this as well. He seems to enjoy being saved by Nami and Robin when it happens, but that might be only because 1) Their opponents were women and 2) Their normal dynamic is still overwhelmingly him saving them, so his idealized self-image of being a dashing prince charming who saves the beautiful woman isn't threatened.

If those two things were no longer true, well. >:) I THINK HE WOULD SUFFER. >:) And I think Nami would put up with a lot less shit. She wouldn't be able to hide behind him when she's scared, because he'd get himself killed against opponents she could take down herself. Nami would not do that. Sanji would still try it. Nami would be forced to make him see reality. There's only so much getting in the way in dangerous situations due to misogynistic ideals that a person can take. That could be a very interesting confrontation...

I think afterwards, he'd have to learn to disentangle his care-taking, protective instincts from heterosexual gender roles. I think he'd end up doing his dashing protector act at Usopp, lol. Who would love it. And in a cool older brother way at Choppa. Who would also love it. Wait it'd end up so cute.

Of course Nami's already formidable lesbian powers would increase to an un-foretold scale, as she'd be in there saving random women herself rather than sending someone else.

God, okay, there's still a lot more to think about but I have stuff to do so I have to leave it for now. But, basically: Monster Trio Nami AU. It's good for everyone!

I really miss the romance dawn trio where it's Zoro and Nami on either side of Luffy. The monster trio is great and everything but it does make me sad how Sanji took Nami's place. I miss the times when Zoro and Nami would threaten someone simultaneously, weapons drawn in sync. It felt so good in a gender way.

I've only just started thinking about this but I'd love to create things for an AU where Sanji just never gets that strong, and Nami powers up alongside Zoro and Luffy instead. I think it could be good for both Nami and Sanji's characters in different ways.

I think Sanji's whole thing about being made to feel subhuman for not being strong enough could be explored in such an interesting and even more powerful way if he really never got that strong. If he didn't ever have to be the warrior, if just being a cook like he always wanted to be was enough. Of course all the Strawhats contribute to the fights, but if he had more of a supportive role like Chopper that could be so interesting when it comes time to explore his insecurities. Going from 'the standards you were being held to are completely unreasonable and there's nothing wrong with being human' to 'you don't have to be strong at all, it's okay to just be you' could be soooo good. HE WOULD SUFFER SO MUCH MORE. But I think he'd end in an even healthier place. The journey could be so interesting.

AS FOR NAMI!!! She could be more like Zoro, fighting with the words of someone she lost in her mind. Bellemere told her to never lose to anyone, that girls have to strong too. It could be such a good what-if parallel to Kuina. If Kuina had a supportive adult encouraging her that she can be strong too, if her father hadn't been sexist, she could have gone just as far as Zoro does. The proof that her gender never made her inferior fighting right alongside him. God it'd be soooo satisfying and it'd make the message so much stronger. Also, Nami's slow development of becoming braver could be in the forefront. She'd have to fight herself so much harder to constantly be on the front lines. Plus, the comedy of an incredibly powerful person being a scaredycat is too good.

Which of course brings up, what happens to the scaredycat duo? I think the answer is related to what happens to Sanji's advice to Usopp in Water Seven. I think just because AU Sanji isn't strong, that doesn't mean he becomes any more fearful or less likely to put himself in harms way. Instead of the background gag of Nami and Usopp cowering together, it could change to Usopp constantly having to brave the battlefield to drag Sanji back out of it. I think they'd fight a lot, but very differently from Zoro and Sanji's fighting. Usopp gets mad because he doesn't want Sanji to get hurt, and it's hard to be truly hostile to someone with those kind of intentions.

Remember when Usopp reassured Chopper that 'it's okay to run away, just do what you can do'? And some of the others kinda made fun of him, like, 'That's your motto eh Usopp?'. He was telling Chopper what he wanted to hear, but much later we find he didn't really believe it, not when it's for himself. He also told Chopper it's okay when Merry's mast broke under his watch, "because we can replace the mast, but we can't replace you!" I think AU Usopp would be saying this kind of thing to Sanji all the time. They'd be very close. So when Usopp's insecurity gets the better of him in Water Seven, it's a huge betrayal for Sanji specifically. How could he say those things to him if all this time, he didn't really mean them? If it's not true for Usopp, where does that put Sanji?

It could go a lot of other ways too, though. Maybe their close relationship based on not being the strongest and being okay with it together would enable Sanji to talk Usopp down from leaving. Or, bad version, Sanji could take it just as personally as Usopp does, since Usopp is to him what Merry is to Usopp, and they both leave. God, they'd all be so heartbroken. Lots to think about...

As for Nami, I think she'd be a lot closer with Zoro. They'd be bickering all the time, but it would have that trust that Zoro and Luffy have underneath it. That if one of them needs a break, the other is there to pick up the slack. This is already their dynamic in a different way, both acting as secondary leaders, keeping things from getting too out of control. To me the best example of that is Whiskey Peak, when they're the only two who weren't fooled. I think it would help both of them retain their silliness if they were always on equal footing, fighting side-by-side. Some of my favorite East Blue moments are the couple of times they played jokes on the others together, and I think we'd see a lot more of that. When you trust the person next to you to be perfectly in-step with you, it's a lot easier to have fun even in dangerous situations.

I think especially Zoro needs help keeping his goofy side, and for Nami it'll help her get over her fears to have her reliable best friend right there egging her on. I just think they'd have a lot of fun!

Nami & Usopp, Zoro & Sanji, they're both fun dynamics, but I'd love to switch it up. There's just so much possibility to explore...

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eleerethis · 1 year ago

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King's Gambit - I - Bravado

WARNING: This story WILL contain coarse language, themes, violence, and blood.

A/N:

It's been a while since I last wrote and published anywhere, as such, I would like you to bare with me as I grind up the Wattpad ladder. :)

This is a work of Fiction. The story and the characters are my integral property and all copyright reserved. Please do not copy or reproduce the story in any form.

Summary:

"A revolutio-" "Shh- quiet! People could hear us!" "A revolution but we barely made it out alive last time!"

24 years old knights Konrad Rowley and Aedale Thorpe are prodigies of the Merodian armed forces, known at a young age for their ability and ambition among their peers. Serving the Kingdom of Merod in 5000 Before Alendry's foundation. when your king is a corrupted politician is not the easiest of things. Moreover, as time goes on, raids, banditry, and organized criminal attacks increase. Forcing the two and their companions to act and stop the criminal activity once and for all. However, this adventure might be the first step to liberate Merod from the tyranny of greed…

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"Konrad, what are you doing!" She called me from behind as I was holding my ground against a pirate. Literally trying to save the village from being taken over by these bandits. I turned around to see her holding an enemy off, fear etched on her face. "I'm coming!" I replied as I lunged forward to take down another pirate. We couldn't let them win. We had to protect these innocents. I grumbled after hearing her speak in her usual furious and wild tone. The opponent wasn't easy prey; he was, aware of my flaws and surely knew how to put me down when he tried to bash my skull with his already bloody mace. "Die!" He yelled, letting all the rage fuse inside him.

With luck, I ducked out of his attempt at simply killing me and saw an opening. I could strike right here and now, and if I was fast enough, it would've been only a matter of time until he was on the floor. I tightened my grip on my sword and stabbed him in the stomach before letting him fall.

"Could use some help over there!" She signaled that a thief, or bandit, was towering over her, his body completely covering hers, her small body disarmed, and her small hands, trying to push the blade away from her neck. Seeing her that vulnerable made something click in me—my face, red from exhaustion, became red from anger, and my eyes and my heart were full of a desire to kill.

"Don't resist, woman; you'll make it harder on yourself!" The man laughed.

I had to save her.

I gained momentum, dashed towards him in a way he'd have trouble preparing for, and jumped his way, shouting with all the force in my lungs, "Leave her alone!" He turned around, but it was already too late; he'd feel the blade meet his neck, and he'd have to face the consequences: death. And a beheaded head, of course. So, his head had whirled in the air and spurted blood all over my friend's face. Shaken but alive, I came over to her and tried to wipe out some blood off her face before asking her, straight into her eyes, "Aedale, you alright?"

Behind the bloody red, she nodded with her confused face, breathing for a second, and I swear—I swear to God that I could lose myself in these green eyes, how beautiful they would look with the sunlight shining on her, and how much I would love that sight. But right now, they were anxious, confused, and maybe scared. How could someone try to hurt my friend? "I'm good now, thank you." Called back to reality, I said with a nod, "Anytime." Now was not the time to chat; we had other things to do. And in that case, kill them all!

We stood up together and lunged our swords and our bodies against the next opponents in our way. We heard the sound of steel, blades clashing, and some grunts from pirates and soldiers alike.

"Hahah, what are you waiting for? Too scared to fight me, asshole!" One of them exclaimed, And if his teeth were a reflection of his soul, his soul would be rotten, but again, would a pirate be anything other than a rotten soul? "I'm coming for ya; don't worry, old man," he followed by yelling, with his huge black eyes and his wrinkles showing his age. "Come at me, boy!"

God, I hated his smile.

With my shield at my side, I charged to slash at his swollen (by age) belly but was interrupted by him leaping backward before rushing with his used machete. He would hack me if I let him reach me, I parried the hit; I had tightened my grip on the hilt and was now holding my own. Seeing me survive his, he tried again, putting all his strength and experience into his attacks. The old man lunged with his blade, almost touching my right cheek. My eyes widened a little, and seeing this, he replied, "You didn't expect this, did you? Hah!"

I was not going to let him beat me. Never.

I growled and quickly dodged his attack before deciding it was my turn. I had to finish it now, so I held my shield well-adjusted with my face and plowed into the opponent, saying, "Take that!", surprised, he didn't and couldn't force himself back up. His age was weighing on him, I guess, but what I didn't know was why he was risking his life at this age. "You won't finish me, boy!" On the floor, I used some of my strength to immobilize him. Him trying to take hold of his weapon, and I, trying to make sure he couldn't. I said in a grumble, "You lost, old man!" and stabbed him in the stomach.

As I drew my sword, I felt a pang of guilt for killing someone who had passed their prime. But I quickly brushed it aside, reminding myself that this was my duty. Since then, the battle was over, and I could see all kinds of bodies of different sizes on the floor. There was a lot of blood and a lot of pain. And all this, for what? A village?

The blood-colored grass made me think of wine, of how it spread on the ground, of how it looked... I needed to drink and catch my breath. I had been fighting since early in the morning, and we were past the afternoon. Stopping a pirate raid is pretty exhausting, eh? I placed my blade in its scabbard, stowed my shield, then pulled out my bottle and took a mouthful, closing my eyes as the red wine, almost as red as the blood on the floor, went down my throat.

There was a lot of blood—maybe too much. We'd already stopped assaults from pirates, bandits, or even cartels. But this time, they were as numerous as our defensive force. They came in numbers, with enough equipment to kill the casual peacekeepers and take way more than a village. I'm starting to think it's way more than just a pirate raid, I thought.

"Rowley," I turned around to see who called me and saw the blonde girl with full pink lips and green eyes. "Yes, Aedale?" I looked her in the eyes with a small grin, waiting for her to fall in love with me. "Sir Connor wants to talk to you." She said it with a snug smile. Mine just dropped while I slightly frowned. "Damn, what did I do again?" I mumbled.

Um, alright, I'll go to him..." Ok, sure, I'm going to have a hard time with Commander Connor, but at least she smiled. And a smile means something, right?

Right?

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"What I've seen here is not only the foolishness and individualism of some of you. When you enrolled in the army, you were told to defend your country, the children, women, elders, and every citizen."

"But sir-"

"Say, we're in a battle; we're fighting countless legions of men coming for us. You're leading the defense forces; would you risk everyone's life just to prove you're better than some nobody?!" "What's the sense in that, boy? How can you believe you're doing an honorable job when you're not doing it outta duty, eh?" I couldn't honestly look at his furious, blue eyes; usually, they used to brim with light and confidence, but now...

Was he...um, mad at me? I couldn't force myself to look him in the eyes and confront his obvious disappointment.

"What does it say about your principles?" He scowled before taking a deep breath. "And look at me in the eyes when I'm talking to ya!"

"Understood?!" I clenched my fists, trying not to show him how much my hands were shaking, I balled them up until they became white. At this moment, I would've liked to feel this pain rather than listen to my chief's rant, but here I was, taking both. I cleared my throat and blinked, I was trying to mentally force myself to look up at him, but I don't think I did it quickly enough. "I said, look at me in the eyes; you heard me?" There he was, arms crossed, his brows still furrowed, and his eyes still glaring daggers at me.

"Y-Yes, sir." I stupidly stuttered.

"Now, I wanna know how reckless you can be. Do you think you're invincible? Did you think you were gods? No, now I wanna know how it's possible for ya to be stupider than you already are."

"With all due respect, t-that's, that's not what I thought, sir."

"Then, what is it that you thought?"

"I don't know... I just..." We stood there for a while, him still glaring at me, and me, of course, stupidly trying to come up with something so as to simply not die. Okay, granted, he wouldn't kill me, but he'd send me back home, and this would be worse than death itself. I clenched my jaw, and the more I thought about it, the less I could explain it. I didn't do it to show off, right?

A few more seconds passed, and silence was all we could hear. I could see his face progressively softening up and losing its harshness; I knew he was right. And I'm pretty sure he knew he was.

"Remember, your goal is to serve and protect your people." Commander Connor sighed. "We can't let pride, bloodlust, and vanity make their way into our hearts."

Protect...

To be honest, I was way more excited to kill pirates than protect anyone. I thought I didn't have time to protect my people; the only kind of protection I knew was the offensive one. The best defense is a good offense, they said, or something like that. But he was right—doing my job with perfection and doing it to show off were two different things. I know I would still keep being reckless because few could fight like I could, and because few ever had the skill to crush me. I mean, look at me, I'm a freaking unit!—but at least I'd stop showing off. Everyone already knew I was the best around here, right?

"Understood, sir.

-Good."

There was a little bit of silence, which I used to think about the situation. Frankly, there were too many enemies for it to simply be a raid. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was happening in the dark. The attacks were becoming more and more recurrent, with a stronger intensity.

"Sir, can I add something?" I asked. They consistently swarmed the coast, raiding the various villages and towns in the region.

"Ask away." He replied with a more welcoming voice.

I don't know... It seemed like we were at war. Okay, in a way, we were since we had a harsh stance on piracy and banditry, but it wasn't that bad; we're talking about raids involving the military here. I had to know.

"There's been a lot of attacks lately," I started, I know it was bold of me to ask him such things just after he lectured me, but hopefully he knew my goodwill. "And I, I wanted to know what we were going to do about it." He grinned a little before twirling his ginger mustache, a sign he was thinking about it, then he cleared his throat. "You're right, my boy. The attacks are increasing in number, and we need to do something about it. I've thought long about this, and I'm still not sure of my decision." The commander trailed on, leaving me with mysteries. I grew impatient and made him snap out of it. "What's your decision, sir?"

"You may be a stupid kid, kid, but I think I got something for you.

-For me?" I raised my sharp black eyebrows, surprised that he had something for me. My eyes were alive again, and what was left of shame on my face was now gone. I could barely hold my excitement, and I think he knew that, too, but I tried and waited for his response.

"You love to be in the field, right? He asked me in return with a little smile. Now, boy, if that's not the adventure you wanted, I don't know what that is, I thought. My whole face widened, from my eyes to my lips, and my right hand, which had been put on my neck earlier, fell down to meet my other hand. With excitement, I exclaimed, "I'd love to!"

An expression he copied before moving close to me and putting his hand on my shoulder. "Then tell your friends to get ready." Not only was I going on an adventure, but my friends could come with me. We were going not only to defend the region but also take the fight to their doorstep. We were going to get to the bottom of this. And most importantly, we were going to have fun.

"Of course, Commander!" My smile ate up every other thing you could see on my face—at least, that's what my mom told me every time I smiled. I did what he ordered me to do, and walked out of the room, still trying to hold back my excitement, and honestly? I loved this commander, and I was pretty sure I'd love what would come next.

And- Wait, did he just call me stupid?

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purecantarella · 2 years ago

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Feel My Love

happy jeongyeon day yall!! i hope you all enjoy this one, my soul is dead but i adore this woman sm!! yoo jeongyeon x reader disclaimer/s : smut. i suggest going to read some fluffier or angstier content

Jeongyeon had been through hell and she looked it. She was tired and run ragged trying to keep up with the group's heavy demand, especially after her long hiatus. The things said about her too...it had her working herself down to the bone.

And you could tell she needed to feel some extra love.

So as her dutiful partner, you wanted to help her in any way you could but she wouldn't allow you. Pushing away the meals you cooked, pulling away when you wrapped your arms around her, avoiding you like the plague.

It all finally boiled over during the only day she had a break in the past three months of her return to the limelight. Jeongyeon was dashing around your shared apartment, looking for her car keys. You stepped out of the kitchen with two mugs of tea.

"Babe." She looks over as you lift the two mugs with an awkward smile. "I was thinking since you didn't have any schedules today that we could have a lie in? Have a relaxing morning?" You propose, only for Jeongyeon to shake her head and continue her pursuit of her keys.

"I'm heading to the gym actually...don't have time." She explains, digging into one of the drawers by the front door. Your heart sinks before placing the mug onto the dining room table. Months of pent up questioning comes up in one fell swoop. "Don't you want to spend today with me? You've been avoiding me and if I can't get your attention for more than half an hour—"

She turns to you fearful and hurt, "No please, Y/n. Don't leave me too..." Your dumbfounded at the change in demeanor. Suddenly she's moments away from tears and you place the mug down beside hers and you approach her, unsure what brought this about.

"I would never." You exclaim, your hand over your chest. "Why would you ever think that?" You ask, your hands rubbing her shoulders gently. Concern filling your chest. Your girlfriend had been distant but you didn't think that her mind had wandered that far.

"I've just..." She sighs shakily before putting her bag down and onto the couch, "Everything's been so overwhelming and I don't want to be a burden to you. I don't want you to leave me because I'm not at my best..."

You tut before staring at her lovingly, taking her face in your hands. You rub your nose against hers lovingly. "You aren't a burden Jeongyeon. You're my everything." You kiss her lips gently, a small smile growing as you feel her take your hips in her hands. "My amazing girl. You're loved. " You add, breaking from her embrace, taking her hand in yours. "Let me make you feel my love, Jeong..."

She follows you like a puppy as you take her to the bedroom, the plans of the morning fading from her mind.

You both walk into the bedroom, guiding her onto the bed as you straddle her hips. You place delicate kisses on her cheeks, light and airy. She gasps as the tips of your lips graze hers, "God I love you so much...I'm sorry I haven't made you feel it recently..." You pause, taking her lips between yours, moaning as your tongue probes the inside of her mouth, tangling hers with yours. You suck on the muscle gently before pulling away with a small smile, "It's never going to happen again."

Before Jeong can say anything more, you dipped down to her neck, licking and sucking, whispering soft praises. Before long you'd been able to tug her shirt off her body, leaving her in nothing but a sports bra and athletic shorts. You smile before fondling her chest, the flesh spilling out of your hands.

The singer moans out as you tighten your grip on her chest, pinching the outline of her nipple as you hum softly, "Your chest has always just been the perfect size, so big and juicy..." You poke your tongue down her exposed cleavage, licking up to the base of her neck. "And always tasting so good."

Jeongyeon blushes at your words as you continue to kiss your way down her body, making sure to comment on every part of her, filling her with much needed confidence. You pull her shorts down, exposing her fresh, pink cunt to you. Unknowingly, you lick your lips at the sight and smell of her dripping center.

Shaking your head, you try to get back on track. You kiss her knee gently, stroking her legs lovingly as you smile up at her. "And these legs, going for miles." You tease with a knowing smile. "Gorgeous girl." Again Jeongyeon whimpers as you pull away from her needy body.

You lean into her cunt, taking a deep breath in, smiling at the familiar scent of her want. You slide your fingers up and down her clit, collecting the wetness that had begun to flow there. Your girlfriend cries out as you plunge a digit into her awaiting heat. You groan feeling just how tight she was, inching your way in as far as young finger could go.

"Y/n please..." Jeongyeon whines, one eye shut while the other is trained on you, pleading as your heart pounded against your chest. "I need more..."

You nod with a determined glint in your eye, sure that you would show her just how much you loved her. You dive into her center, licking and sucking her clit as your fingers tirelessly pumped in and out of her center. Her juices squelching as your movements became more rampant and patternless. Jeongyeon clenches her jaw in a feeble attempt to silence herself.

You shake your head against her, "Let me hear it. Let me hear that angelic voice of yours, babe. Tell me how much you want it." You rasped out before nibbling on her pearl as your other hand trailed up to her chest, slipping under the tight sports bra to pull and squeeze her awaiting nipple.

Jeongyeon ruts herself against your fingers, searching for more friction as her eyes screw shut and her hand falls above yours on her chest. "Yes...yes...yeeeees!" She pants out as her stomach coiled in the most pleasurable way.

Her moans grew in volume as your fingers grew damper and damper, her climax a mere stone toss away. You replace your fingers with your tongue, lapping her need up while your your hand fell to her ass, pulling her impossibly closer.

Your tongue explored her wet cavern deeper and so much more energetic than you had before. Jeongyeon's voice cracked as she chanted your name over and over again until finally...

"Oh Y/n! Faster babe! Please I'm right there!" She sobbed. You dug your nails into the flesh of her ass and with one final stroke of your tongue, she began spasming as a flood of wetness spilled over onto your chin and the bedsheets bellow you both.

Jeongyeon's eyes shoot open and her toes curl as she climaxes for the first time in months. Her shoulders tense and she feels like she was about to pass out. Instead, she falls into your awaiting hand, keeping her balanced.

You place a light kiss on her thigh as you whisper praises and soft 'I love you's.' The daze fades and her breath steadies. Her hand picks your glazed chin up, coaxing you to look into her tearful eyes.

Instantly your straddling her, caressing her soft, full cheeks as tears trickle down and she giggles softly. Her cheeks flaring from her orgasm and embarrassment from crying. You brush the tears from her with a warm smile, kissing her nose gently.

"What did I do to deserve you?" Jeongyeon asks, voice delicate. You shake your head, pressing your forehead harder onto hers as her damp eyes meet yours. "I love you...and you don't need to deserve that."

"I love you too...I'm sorry for pushing you away." You wrap your arms around her shoulders as she weeps into your shoulder, weeks of pent up frustration and disappointment finally falling.

The walls crumbling because she knew just how much you loved her.

alright...i went a more smutty to angsty vibe here but i think that jeong just needs love, ya know? girlie genuinely deserves the fucking world and i will die on that hill. but ngl i sort of didnt like this one as much for me because i can tell that i rushed it :"") im sorry yall, i'll do better tomorrow, i swear. anyway...i hope you all still enjoyed!! and i will see you all vv soon!! bye! - r

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kitkatscabinet · 3 years ago

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i just saw your writing for the dylan x reader who’s always reading and just my heart was so happy-

so can i request either kaitlyn or dylan from the quarry with a crush who sort of sacrifices themself for them. like one of the monsters is chasing either character and reader sees it and causes a distraction before leading the monster away and towards them.

i am a weak hearted person who just cannot do angst so maybe eventually character and reader reunite and character calls them an idiot and asks them why they would do something stupid like that before reader confesses it’s because they’re in love with them

thank you <3

Pairing: Kaitlyn x reader

Word count: 1170

Genre: Fluff, a little angst kind of ruined by the tone of writing

Thinking back on it later the moment you had decided to sacrifice yourself for the group (Kaitlyn) was really the moment things went tits up for you. It was also the moment you proved yourself to be a giant fucking self-sacrificing idiot just because you had a crush on a pretty girl. With the lodge compromised by some giant guy with a shotgun you had been forced to make a break for it, intending to meet Ryan and Dylan at the radio shack. Unfortunately, God had decided he had favourites and you were not one of them as before you could reunite Dylan’s voice boomed over the PA system screaming at you to get indoors. Running up to the nearest cabin you were thwarted by the fact it was locked. You weren’t exactly sure what you were running from but Dylan’s urgency paired with the inhuman shrieks filling the area had you really unwilling to find out.

Turning to face Kaitlyn you noticed her panic as she tried and failed to get the door open, Abi and Nick were so focused on getting inside they didn’t notice what you did. Whipping your head behind you at the sound of a much closer shriek you felt your guts heave at the sight of… some sort of feral creature that definitely wasn’t friendly. Sparing one last glance at the competent woman you had fallen for over the Summer, you made a split-second decision. Darting down the stairs and in the opposite direction of the creature you made a mad dash into the woods, screaming and attracting its attention away from the group still trying to get inside. Things unfortunately went to your plan as it started chasing you instead and you swore aloud when you realised it was at least 3 times faster than you. The only reason you hadn’t been ripped to shreds was your massive head start.

You didn’t dare turn to look behind you in fear of tripping but the sound of snarls and breaking branches alerted you to the fact that you should definitely keep running. You pushed past the oncoming stitch as you ran fast enough to make road runner proud, your internal monologue pretty much consisting of variations of fuck mixed with other words. The sound of a gunshot alarmingly close to you had you faltering and ducking on instinct, in turn leading you to rumble down the side of a small hill that had appeared out of nowhere. Like a cheese roller putting their body on the line for the prize, you flew down the side accumulating mud, scratches and bruises as you went. Eventually landing on your back you were incredibly winded and unable to get up straight away, straining your ears you found no indication you’d been followed this far. Catching your breath, you waited a few more minutes before getting up and trying to make your way back to the lodge, or anywhere you knew the geographic location of. Hands roaming over your pockets you swore as you realised you had lost your phone somewhere, because of course, that was exactly what you needed. Grinding the palms of your hands into your eyes you forced back tears and started moving slowly forward, the light provided by the moon was nowhere near enough to provide sufficient vision, but you refused to give up and die so you walked. The stinging pain became more and more apparent as your adrenaline faded, and you were pretty sure your ankle was sprained and your ribs may be bruised, but you pressed on. The promise of seeing Kaitlyn again, of finally confessing your feelings the only motivation you needed.

Outwardly Kaitlyn was livid, she swore when she got her hands on your dumbass there would be hell to pay. Inwardly she was panicking beyond belief, mind filling with unwanted questions and scenarios. Where were you? Were you ok? Were you even still alive? That last one hurt the most to think about and she forced all thoughts of you from her brain, focusing all her mental energy into helping Dylan and Nick.

Hours passed and Nick had turned into what was apparently a werewolf causing Abi to have to shoot him and some girl in an eyepatch had shown up after killing Kaylee Hackett in an attempt to cure her werewolf boyfriend. What bothered her the most was that there was still no word from you, no one had seen or heard you since the radio shack incident and she was growing increasingly frantic about it. But following Ryan’s leave she had to step up even more as group leader, that was how she found herself making her way to the scrapyard to fish for parts.

Sighing in defeat at their lack of progress outside of almost getting mauled by a werewolf Kaitlyn kicked the ground in agitation as her and Dylan made their way back to the lodge. A rustling from the bushes had her raising the shotgun in alarm, finger hovering over the trigger as she readied herself for whatever was out there. Instead, she found herself drooping in relief as you stumbled out onto the path in front of her and Dylan. That relief morphing into panic once more as she took in your form.

“Oh my god, what the fuck happened to you!” Kaitlyn yelled, taking in the various splotches of blood and mud you were covered in.

“Oh that” you scrunched up your nose, deciding the best way to answer “I fell over” you ended up shrugging before wincing as the movement jostled your aching ribs too much. Near shoving the gun at Ryan to take, Kaitlyn quickly closed the ground between you and threw her arms around your waist in a hug “You idiot” she yelled, burying her face in your torso. “Never do anything that stupid again do you hear me” she half yelled, still refusing to let go. As giddy as you were at the affection you couldn’t stop the wheeze escaping your lungs at the sudden rush of pain caused by her desperate squeezing.

“Hey, Kaitlyn, I love you too but you gotta let go. I’m pretty sure you just cracked my already busted ribs” you attempted to joke. Startled at how quickly she jolted back from you and the astounded expression on her face you rewound the previous conversation, choking on your spit as you realised what you’d blurted out. “Wait I mean uh…” you tried to backtrack, but it was too late, Kaitlyn certainly wasn’t going to let you off the hook for that.

“Hey, no takebacks” she yelled, “you said it so now you’re stuck with me.” The smile on her face had you clocking on to her meaning and you would have pulled her into another embrace if it weren’t for Dylan awkwardly clearing his throat as the both of you were rudely reminded that he was there. Pouting, you began your trudge back to the lodge, entwining your fingers with hers for the road.

#the quarry kaitlyn #the quarry oneshot #the quarry #the quarry requests #kaitlyn ka x reader #kaitlyn ka fic #kaitlyn ka

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tagedeszorns · 2 years ago

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Doctor Bile will be there for you in a minute ...

... with quotes about his female creations, as requested by @mr-w-rambles!

Please keep in mind: Fabius hasn't build fully fledged female Space Marines yet. His goal is far bigger, so he doesn't imitate the Emperor's design. But the point is: He could do so and he makes no difference between sexes.

All Quotes are from: Josh Reynold's Fabius-trilogy

‘More than once I have questioned the Emperor’s wisdom in bestowing his gifts upon but one half of the human race. For in man, as in all beasts, the female is the deadlier of the species. You are a thing of furious beauty, my dear, and never let anyone tell you different.’

To not clutter up anybody's dash, I put the rest behind a break.

As he spoke, one of the hounds stepped forward, setting herself between them and the doorway beyond. She crossed her muscular arms, and gazed steadily at them. ‘Igori,’ Arrian said. There was an odd sort of respect in his tone, Oleander thought. He bridled at it. Arrian was free to consider the creature his equal, but Oleander was under no such obligation. ‘You’re new,’ Oleander said, looking down at the woman – Igori, Arrian had called her. He sniffed, and grimaced. ‘But I can tell you’re one of his. I can smell it from here.’ Igori said nothing. Her face was square. It might as well have been chiselled out of marble. Everything about her was perfect. Too perfect, too symmetrical. As if she were nothing more than a machine of meat and muscle.

(Arrian is/was a World Eater. So him having respect of Igori is telling a lot about her abilities)

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Raised up from feral savagery to a height just shy of transhuman. He reached out and traced her jaw with gentle fingers. She leaned into his touch, eyes alight with what he took to be joy. ‘You will be mother to a new race, my dear. One way or another. That I promise you.’

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Her memories of her life before the Benefactor were faded things, empty of all colour and meaning. She remembered being hungry. Being cold. Being afraid. Now she was none of those things. Now she was strong. In her veins flowed the blood of the gods themselves.

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A normal human would have cowered in fear. These returned the gesture. Though they looked human, they were not. Or, rather, they were the epitome of the human. The apex of the species, wrought from raw flesh by the hands of the one they called Benefactor. Gland-hounds. Angel-hunters.

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‘She will kill you,’ Arrian said. ‘They would pull you down in an instant, and render you to your component parts. If that is how you wish to depart this life, do so elsewhere. I have a coup to put down.’

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I'm not including Melusine in this quote-compilation, because she's something entirely different. I have focused on Igori and the Gland-Hounds, Fabius' next step of evolution. But it is worth mentioning, that Melusine is a clone, too. So in a sense she is a female Space Marine.

Melusine. The first and most favoured of all of the Benefactor’s children. Made from his own genetic material, and stolen by the Dark Gods.

There's more stuff like the enhanced gladiatrix on Kasperos' ship, but she doesn't count, because she's not "the next step in evolution" as Dr. Bile is trying to reach with his creations.

#Warhammer #Fabius Bile #Apothecary #Female Space Marines #Warhammer 40k #WH40k #Emperor's Children

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sinner-as-saint · 4 years ago

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when no one is around.

Butler!Steve x Reader AU

Run-through: You have had a shameless crush on your butler, Steve, ever since your parents hired him. And you’re even more shameless when it comes to showing it. Poor Steve always has to put up with you no matter what. He didn’t have much of a choice; mainly because he was in charge of your household, consequently, in charge of you but also because he likes you, even though he shouldn’t. Yet he always resists you and your charms, for multiple reasons. However, the man finally breaks and gives in to you, following some unholy circumstances…

Themes: age gap, smut, masturbation, slight voyeurism, slight daddy kink, bratty!reader, dom!Steve, daddy!steve, fluff, Butler!Steve, angst

You woke up to the sound of Steve’s voice, like you did every morning.

“Miss, it’s past eight thirty. If you don’t wake up now, you’re going to be very late for work and your father will not be thrilled.”

You groaned and tried to hide under your blanket knowing that that would buy you at least another minute or two. And it did. A couple of minutes later you heard Steve sigh.

“Miss, will you please just wake up?”

You peaked from under your blanket and stared at the eye candy standing right beside your bed in a white shirt, black tux with a bow tie and white gloves. You couldn’t understand how he was a butler when he belonged on the front cover of a magazine. Tall, handsome and older. Just your type.

“Can’t you be a little more loving, Steve? I don’t know, wake me up with a kiss or flowers or something romantic like that.” You teased, sitting up in the middle of your bed and stretching your arms and ignoring the way your thighs clenched together at the sight of him.

He stood there watching you, trying his hardest not to stare while fighting back a smirk. “That would be highly inappropriate, Miss.”

You sighed, reluctantly getting out of bed and stood right in front of him. “What’s highly inappropriate is you having the nerve to look like that all the time.” You took the liberty of leaning in and pressing yourself against him. He raised an eyebrow at you. “Do you have any idea what it does to me? Do you know how bad I wanna just-”

He gently pushed you away. “No.” He shut you up softly. “Now be quick, you have little time. Breakfast and your car will be waiting downstairs in thirty minutes.”

You rolled your eyes at him and rushed into your bathroom. As you got ready, you thought of the past almost six years. Steve has played a huge part in your life.

You still remembered the day your parents announced that they had hired a butler who would handle the household better since they were always away. It was important to have someone to look after you too, given you were the only one who lived in the big, empty house most of the time.

And in walked Steve, straight into your home and your heart. Upon hearing the name ‘Steve Rogers’ you had expected an older gentleman, much older. But then upon seeing Steve for the first time, you were swooned. Totally whipped at the sight of the muscular, suave and drop dead gorgeous man. Brownish blond hair, blue eyes, dashing. He carried himself with elegance. Just his gait was enough to make your heart go all crazy.

You remember thinking to yourself, how the hell would you be able to stay sane with a man that gorgeous around you all the time? Obviously you knew you had a crush on him since the very start. But as the days went by, that meaningless crush morphed into something a little more solid without you even knowing.

You liked Steve, more than you intended to perhaps. Unfortunately, for him you were just his masters’ daughter. He dodged every attempt you made at flirting with him. He always let you down gently though; always with a smile or a smirk or a soft look in his eyes.

And the more he pushed you away, the bolder you got. And you began hearing these phrases more frequently;

“Miss, this is highly inappropriate.” - Whenever you shamelessly flirted with him.

“Miss, I am too old for you.” - Which wasn’t that big of an issue for you personally. He wasn’t old, old. He was in his early forties and you were in your twenties. You knew people with age gaps bigger than that who were happy together.

“Miss, for the love of God, behave.” - your personal favorite.

You never crossed the line though. You sure did tease him a lot, day and night. But he always kept his calm and composure, never breaking. Although there were times when he almost did.

Like the time you were getting ready for a party and you needed some help with your dress. You called out for him and he appeared in your bedroom instantly. He couldn’t help but let his eyes roam your half exposed body.

“Can you zip me up?” You stood in front of your mirror, your back exposed, waiting. That was the first time he seemed really nervous around you. He walked up to you and zipped up your dress, slowly, taking his time. His soft, white gloves lazily grazed your skin while he pulled the zipper up, leaving goosebumps behind on your skin. He stood behind you for a moment or two, just staring at your reflection with his lips parted after he was done. “How do I look?” you asked, mischief in your eyes.

He swallowed audibly. “Beautiful.”

Then there was the time when you felt really bold and wore a see-through white, oversized t-shirt over some bright red underwear while parading around the house casually going about your day. Steve saw you and almost dropped the tray he was carrying.

“Oh hi Steve.” You smirked when you caught his gawking for a moment or two.

He recovered and peeled his eyes off you, looking down at his shoes before looking back up at you with a defeated look in his eyes. “Where are the rest of your clothes might I ask?”

“In the laundry bin.”

He sighed. “I had fresh laundry sent to your room just this morning.”

“They’re all dirty.”

“All of them?” he sounded frustrated. Not necessarily because of the topic of discussion but because of your rather scandalous appearance; sprawled on the couch carelessly while dressed like that. You knew just how to make a man lose his mind.

“Yes.”

“How?”

You pretended to think for a moment. “I soiled them while painting this morning.”

“You don’t paint.” He knew you were lying, being a brat as usual.

“I started this morning.”

He sighed, allowing his shameless eyes to take you in one last time before he walked away shaking his head mumbling under his breath about how you were incorrigible. You made it hard for him to go about his day in peace with your little antics, in more ways than one.

Then there was the very famous: “What would you like for breakfast today?” he’d ask almost every morning.

To which you replied, “You.” on a daily basis and it earned the same reaction out of him each time. He’d roll his eyes at you, resisting the urge to have indecent thoughts as best as he could.

Steve was torn between wanting to be strictly professional and wanting to give in to your relentless attempts of seduction. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t into you, or had never had an immoral thought when it came to you.

He thought of you all the time, mainly because his job required him to but also out of genuine concern for your well-being. You were a kind, smart, courageous and beautiful young woman - or rather you could be all this when you weren’t being a brat. Steve had seen the kind of dedication you put towards your work; while handling a huge chunk of the family business. He always admired you for how well you managed the burden your parents placed on your young shoulders.

He sometimes caught you letting out tears of frustration when the stress got too much. Or when you missed your parents because they barely ever came home. You basically lived alone here, in this big, empty house your parents owned. Steve often wondered what would happen to you if he wasn’t here to take care of you. He liked you, a lot. But there were factors which didn’t let him reciprocate what you felt for him.

First being his job, then his age, then the fear of your parents finding out and what they would do to him if they did. Besides, he thought, you were young. Young people feel things for people left and right without ever truly meaning it, correct?

Though that never stopped him from feeling the tension that exists between the two of you. Fiery, hot, burning; it was always there. Even when there were other people around, or when your eyes met for a brief moment. Even on days when you weren’t being a little brat, when you weren’t seeking his attention all the time, even then he couldn’t ignore it. It was there, present loudly.

This flirty, tension filled bond between the two of you remained constant for years. But it wasn’t always just inappropriate and sexual. Steve had been a friend, a confidant, a good listener to you more times than you could count.

With your parents always gone, and you having to bear some of the burden of your parents’ companies, it left you with little to no time with friends and family at all. Some you unfortunately drifted away from due to work, others just stopped reaching out or simply refused to understand your busy lifestyle.

But the one person who was always there for you, always fiercely loyal and constant; no matter how much of a brat you were, no matter how much you annoyed him all the time, no matter how dirty your jokes were, was Steve. Naturally, you unknowingly fell for him at some point - despite knowing that this would go nowhere.

Or would it?

Your daily routines barely changed. It always started and ended the same way. Steve would wake you up, you would annoy him a little, get dressed and ready for work, get to work, go to lunch with your assistant almost every day, get back home, annoy Steve a little more until he leaves. Only for him to come back the next day and repeat.

The days you hated the most were Steve’s off days. Fridays.

With him not around, your days weren’t as animated and fun. No one to tease, no one to be a brat to, no one to annoy. Your other staff members were great, but none quite like Steve.

So Friday, you turned in early for the night. Your housemaids and everyone else had already left so it was just you in an empty house. You tried reading, then got bored. TV wasn’t really helping either.

You tossed and turned in bed until you realized what was wrong; you were feeling frisky. You groaned, if only you had someone to take care of those needs of yours. More precisely someone with bronde hair, blue eyes, and a taut, muscular body which was always found under a crisp black tux, white shirt, black bow tie and white gloves… and a voice which made you feel things you hadn’t felt before.

As you thought of your sexy butler, your hand found its way in between your legs. Your other hand toyed with your breasts; fingers pinched your erected nipples as your back arched off the bed slightly. You sighed in pleasure.

Your flushed, naked body writhed on the silky, cool satin sheets as your fingers toyed with your wet folds. You moaned as your two fingers slipped inside your entrance with ease given that you were dripping already.

You moaned at the thought of a certain pair of blue eyes, and soft lips as your back arched off the bed again, the cold air mercilessly hit your bare chest and caused your nipples to erect even further. Your fingers effortlessly slipped in and out of you; your fingers ever so gently stroking your walls making every nerve of yours tingle. The palm of your hand rubbed against your sensitive clit over and over again as your moans got louder and louder.

What you didn’t know, was that hidden in the shadows just outside your partially open bedroom door, stood Steve. Lips parted, short breaths, heart racing, his blood rushing downwards as he watched you. He was too aware of everything; his body and yours, his immoral thoughts and your own, how your lust and hunger ignited him. Aware of your soft moans, and the fire in his loins.

He felt guilty, and very ashamed of himself as he took in your bare body. But he couldn’t stop looking. He was entranced; hungry just to have a taste. He begged his body to move away from your doorway, but he didn’t budge. It wasn’t like he was purposely peeping or being a creep.

It was his day off, and yet he dropped by for a casual check, like he had the habit of doing even on days when he wasn’t working because he still had to make sure you were alright. But normally when he dropped by, your bedroom door was always shut so he knew that you were fast asleep.

But today, he found soft, golden light coming through your bedroom. He had to make sure you’re okay but then he saw that the door was almost halfway open, and he investigated further and saw something he wasn’t supposed to. You. Naked on your bed. Touching yourself. And now, he couldn’t look away.

His cock was throbbing at this point and it was difficult to ignore it. He shamelessly drank in the sight of your naked body against the silky sheets. The way your back arched off the bed, the way you bit your lip to hold back your sinful moans, the way he could just tell that your shorts breaths would feel so warm against his skin… fuck, he had goosebumps and a shiver danced down his spine.

He begged himself to slowly walk away, and he almost did. But then he heard you moan his name. And he lost his mind.

“Steve… daddy, please…” you mewled, whimpering under your breath as you took yourself higher and higher.

Steve froze in place, he had never known his name could sound so gentle and vulgar at the same time. He was almost panting as he let his sinful eyes roam your naked body, and he wasn’t even being stimulated in any way, just the sight of you and the sound of your voice was bringing him on the edge.

He was a mess.

He could just walk into that room and give you all that you’ve been practically begging him for all this time, but that would mean risking all that he has now. Or he could simply leave, and pretend this never happened. Self-abuse under a cold shower once he gets back to his apartment would work best. However, he’d have to come back here tomorrow, now with the recollection of what he was currently seeing.

How will he be able to resist you from now on when he could barely take his eyes off you now?

That’s enough, Steve. He managed to slowly back away from your doorway and into the corridor which would lead him to the staircase. As he walked away, he heard your slightly louder moans as you came. Fuck. He stood at the landing, in the dark and groaned internally. Oh how pretty you must have looked, coming undone all over your pretty fingers. It drove him crazy just knowing that he’s the one you think of when you touch yourself.

As discreetly as he could, Steve walked out of your home, rushed into his car and drove past the gates as fast as he could. Needless to say, he had quite some trouble falling asleep that night.

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You noticed some changes in Steve’s behaviour the next day when he showed up. He was avoiding you, you noticed that the minute you saw him. He wouldn’t look you in the eyes. He would barely be able to hold a conversation for too long. He seemed… shy and timid, definitely not his usual confident self around you.

You tried to start up a conversation but his replies were just dry. You thought that perhaps he was having a bed day, or he woke up feeling grumpy. So you let him be. You didn’t annoy him all day. But at the same time, having him around but not having his attention was driving you crazy. You hated it.

“Steve, what’s wrong?” you asked him at some point during the day. You were in the kitchen at the time and he walked in.

He wasn’t expecting to find you there so he seemed visibly nervous. “I… uh, nothing. Everything is fine.” He cleared his throat and straightened his back a little more. “Did you need anything, Miss?”

You could tell he was avoiding the topic, whatever it was. “No,” you answered, “nothing.” You walked out of the kitchen feeling a little troubled by his behaviour. You frowned as you walked upstairs into your study room. Since you were feeling gloomy, you decided to do some boring work until you figured out what to do with yourself.

Checking the security camera footage was something your father insisted on. You had people for that, but your dad said that it was important you did it yourself just to make sure everything around the house is in order. So you sat back in your seat, rewinding all the footage of the week and sped through it, bored out of your mind.

Surely you wouldn’t find anything because your staff members were all-

You almost fell out of your chair when you saw the footage of last night. 5th indoor camera which surveilled the spacious corridor which led to your bedroom. You checked the time on the frame, it was around 11 p.m and you saw Steve walking up to your partly open bedroom door. 11 p.m ish, around that time pretty sure you were… oh…

You were very well aware that Steve has the habit of coming by to check up on everything even on his days off, you just never knew at what time he came by. Apparently last night he came at the wrong time. Or not...?

You watched the footage of him standing there frozen in place. He took a step back from your door, then inched forward again. Then backed away, then leaned forward again, and you could tell he must have debated turning back around and leaving multiple times but he didn’t. Oh?

Your lips lifted up in a smirk as you pieced it all together. So this is why he’s been acting weird all day? Your devious mind came up with a plan.

Steve left that evening, after ignoring you for the entire day and you decided to be a little bit more of a pain in his lovely ass. So you waited for an hour after he left, and then drove all the way to his apartment. Nothing but mischief on your mind.

When you showed up at his doorstep, he was surprised but still maintained his calm and composure. You shamelessly checked him out; he looked like a god even in his sweatpants and white sweater. His damp, messy hair gave away that he must have just stepped out of the shower. Hot.

“Hello Steve.” Your smirk gave away that you were up to no good and he caught on pretty quickly. He gave you a faint smile.

“How come you’re h-,” You cut him off by opening his front door wider and taking the liberty of stepping into his home like an insolent little brat. He sighed as he shut the door behind him and followed you in. “Do you know that it’s considered quite rude to just barge into someone’s home?”

You stopped right before entering his living room. You turned around to face him with a sly smirk. “And do you know that it’s considered rude to come into someone’s home at night and openly spy on them while they’re naked and touching themselves? Hmm?” You had no shame. Also nothing to hide given he had seen it all.

The look on Steve’s face was priceless. He was less bothered about how you figured and more worried about what would follow now. His job could be at risk yes, but what must you be thinking? He couldn’t figure you out.

“That’s not what… I was-,” He looked frustrated and nervous, but also guilty. “I wasn’t spying, I didn’t…” He sighed, trying not to stutter. “Listen, that’s not what-”

You cut him off again by walking up to him. “It’s alright. I don’t mind.” You said with a flirty smile. “In fact, it would’ve been better if you just walked into the room.” You heard him gasp as you leaned in closer to him, whispering in his ear, “Because I was thinking about you while I was pleasuring myself,” you giggled, “but I think you know that already.” You pulled away to look at him. He was flushed. Troubled. Dare you say, aroused.

The memories of last night filled his mind. He remained silent, still processing your words and wondering how he should handle this situation. You spoke again, “If I had known you were there watching me, I would’ve put up a better show.” His handsome face was void of any emotion. He was confused, but also burning.

He was feeling too much at the same time, he didn’t know how to act. Not to mention that your words sent chills all over his body. He was barely able to maintain his calm demeanor any longer.

Silence.

You spoke up again. “If you want, I can do it right now.” You noticed how his hands flexed at his sides. He was struggling. You smirked. “What, you shamelessly watch me get off and now you’re acting all calm and collected?” You reached out and gently trailed a finger down his forearm. You watched him shiver for a moment. “Come on Steve,” your hand moved right to the bulge in his sweatpants, “admit it, you want me.” You teased him by gently feeling his erection. It excited you just as much as it did him.

He finally spoke up. “Y/N… we shouldn’t.” Fuck but he wanted to. He was dying to just reach out and touch you. He kept thinking about how you looked last night; bare, lying in your bed and touching yourself so gently. Your moans… they had tormented him all night even after he got home. His accelerated heartbeats echoed in his ears as he stood unmoving under your wild stare. He swallowed audibly, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist you for long. His primal, feral desires surfaced more and more as you spoke and he was hungry. Like a wild animal in heat.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Oh?” You walked around him, circling like he was a prey. When you stood right behind him, you stood on your tiptoes and leaned in to whisper again, lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “But what you did was highly inappropriate Mr. Rogers. Can you imagine what that would do to your reputation, should people find out?” You kissed down along his neck, from his ear to the side of his lower jaw where you could feel his pulse. You scoffed, “Your heart is racing, Steve. Give in. I’ll let you do whatever you want with me.” You whispered softly.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath while trying to ignore the pressure in between his legs. His cock was throbbing. His hands were almost shaking as he held back from touching you. He could so easily just pin you to the wall and have his way. He so desperately wanted to. But… he shouldn’t. You were his bosses’ daughter.

Despite knowing it was futile because you had the reputation of getting whatever you wanted, be it in your personal or professional life, he still tried to act responsibly rather than just giving in to his burning desire and instincts.

“I’m not one of your business deals, Y/N. You can come in here and talk terms with me in my own home.” He sounded frustrated and… hot.

You walked back around and stood right in front of him. Judging by the look in your eyes, he knew what was coming and he silently accepted defeat. “Why? What’s so special about your home?”

He stepped closer, stopping at just inches away from you. “Careful, Y/N.” His tone caused you to stop smirking. “My home, so I make the rules. When I tell you to stop being a little brat, you stop being a little brat.” The way he looked down at you only made you want to misbehave even more.

“Else what?”

And that was it. There went all the self-control he had. His eyes, dangerous and mean stared into yours as he stepped closer, grabbed you by the throat gently and pulled your face closer to his. Your lips parted as you struggled to breath right - not because of his grip around your throat, but because of the proximity. You could feel his body heat and it made you whimper.

“Else you’re gonna have to deal with the consequences. I’m gonna have to teach your bratty self how to behave.” He chuckled darkly. “But something tells me you’d like that, wouldn’t you babygirl?” He could tell by you whimpered that you would most definitely love that.

“Steve,” you were at a loss of words. But you were so ready. “Please…”

He smirked. “You’ve been a bad, bad girl for so long. Teasing me, tormenting me,” He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “touching yourself while thinking of me. Who said you could do that? Hmm? Did you ask for permission?”

“No…” you felt your arousal drip out of you at the sound of his lewd words.

“From now on, you will come to me when your greedy, little cunt needs to be taken care of. Or you will touch yourself only when I give you permission to. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Your voice sounded shaky already.

“Yes what?”

Your walls clenched around nothing down there as you uttered the words, “Yes daddy.”

He smiled. “Good girl.” He whispered and as he looked behind you, you saw how his deep blue eyes lit up once he saw something. “But since you’ve been such a brat lately, you still need to be taught a lesson. Don’t you think?”

You nodded. He let go of your throat. “Anytime you want me to stop, just say so. Okay?” You nodded again as he slowly walked the two of you back until your legs hit the couch. He caught you by the arm before you fell backwards. “Bend over the armrest.”

You did what he asked, supporting yourself up with your elbows. And let out a soft moan when you felt his warm hands slipping under your little dress and kneading your butt

“Daddy’s gonna spank you until your pretty little cunt is dripping, is that okay babygirl?” His voice got you all flustered and whiny.

“Yes daddy.”

“Good.” He dragged your underwear down till your ankles, waited for you to step out of them and lifted your dress up. He lifted his hand up in the air and brought it down to spank your ass. You whimpered in pleasure as the tingles died down eventually. “That’s for being a bratty little girl all the time.”

Spank! “That’s for torturing daddy, and teasing him all day when he’s just trying to get work done.”

You let out a little moan as he spanked you again. “That’s for always doing the exact opposite of what I ask you to, causing you to then ask for help for every little thing.” Spank! You moaned louder as his fingers trailed down to your wet folds, teasing you. “Daddy has to help you out with every little thing, isn’t it?” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck, “That’s okay. Daddy loves it.”

Your skin burned under his lips. You were breathless, desperately wanting more.

Spank! His hand lingered on your skin a little longer this time, caressing where it felt sore. “That’s for being a whiny little brat when you don’t always get what you want, when you want it.” Spank! “Such a spoilt brat, aren’t you babygirl?”

You let out a breathless moan. You wanted more. He could tell by the way you pushed your butt out more and more each time after each spank. “Please…”

He smirked and slid his hand further down, stroking your wet folds. “You’re so wet.” He cooed and lifted his hand and spanked you again. And again. And again. You whimpered in pleasure and slight pain.

Spank! He smacked your dripping core instead of your butt. Your whole body tingled as he pulled you up against him again, your sore ass pressing into his erected cock, making both of you groaned under your breaths. “You did so good, babygirl.” His hand traveled to your front and under your dress and he touched your wet core. “You’re so wet for daddy,” He mumbled in your ear, “but you can’t cum yet.” You whined again. He chuckled. “Now you know how it feels when you tease daddy all the time. It’s not fun, is it babygirl?”

“No.” You answered as he gave you space to turn around and face him. “It’s not. I’m sorry.” You stared at his lips and he noticed.

“You know what would make daddy really happy though?” That made you look up into his irresistible eyes. “If you got down on your knees like a good girl, and sucked daddy’s cock and made him feel good.” He leaned in to brush his lips against yours. “Won’t you do that? Won’t you be a good girl for daddy?”

You nodded frantically. Excited. But also needy.

He plopped down onto the couch, manspreading and making you whimper just looking at him. “Come here,” he pointed in between his legs. “Kneel.”

You did as he asked. He took your hand and placed it right on his erection. You bit your lower lip as you felt him; big and hard. Your hands hurried to lower the waistband of his sweats to free his erected cock. The sight of his perfect cock had you whining with need again.

“Go on babygirl. Suck.” His voice was deeper than usual and it sent a shiver along your spine.

You wrapped your fingers around his cock and placed your mouth on his tip; your tongue slowly circling his tip. Steve held your head gently and slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. You bobbed your head around his tip; taking him in slowly until he hit the back of your throat.

He gripped your hair gently, moaning as he told you how much of a good girl you were. The sounds of his moans and grunts only made you whimper with his cock in your mouth. Your ass was sore, but that was the last thing on your mind. Right now, you needed to be Steve’s good girl.

He twitched against your tongue and you tasted some of his pre cum which signified that he wasn’t going to last very long. His taste was all you could focus on; his raw taste and the feeling of his smooth skin against your tongue and the top of your mouth.

He looked down at you and moaned again, he loved the sight of your spit coating his cock. You looked perfect on your knees, taking him so well just like he wanted you to.

You looked up and met his wild, blue eyes. Just to mess with him, you took his cock out of your mouth and teased him a little bit more; licking his length from bottom to top while your hands toyed with his balls. He swore under his breath as you dragged your warm tongue over the slit of his tip lazily.

He looked down at you with a smirk and a warning in his eyes and that was all it took for you to take him back into your mouth and suck on his cock until he came undone all over your tongue.

He gripped your hair, moaning loudly as he came. “Fuck.” He threw his head back to catch his breath. “Such a good girl.” he mumbled, looking down at you as you licked him clean; pulling his sweats back up before you climbed onto his lap, wiggling on purpose.

He pulled you closer, making you grind against his semi-erected cock. You whined in need. “Aww, what is it babygirl? You want daddy?” he cooed, mocking you. He loved the effect his voice had on you.

You nodded, pleading with your eyes as best you could. You needed him so bad, it hurt. “Please daddy.”

He cupped your face and leaned in for a kiss. You felt his tongue stroke the top of your mouth, and his hands touched you wherever he could. A gentle, deep kiss; the kind that made your heart flutter and made your knees weak. He undressed you slowly, and you him.

Once done, neither one of you could keep your hands off each other.

“Steve… please,” you mumbled against his lips. He could feel your hunger, which then fueled his. Skin on skin, the desire burning between you two could no longer be ignored.

He smirked. “I know baby, I know...” He whispered against your lips before flipping the two of you around and asking you to turn around and grip the back of the couch.

He got up and stood behind you. You knelt on the couch in front of him, legs spread apart, hands gripping the back of the couch with your back to him. You could feel him right there behind you.

He gripped your hair gently into a makeshift ponytail, and pulled your head back just enough to take your breath away. His soft, warm lips hovered over the side of your throat, kissing along your neck as his other hand reached around and toyed with your folds; his fingers furiously toying with your clit and making you moan.

“This is all you wanted, huh? To be fucked, and owned. You wanted my cock so badly, didn’t you?” His voice was deep and raspy when he spoke, his tongue licking along your neck while he abruptly stopped toying with your folds. “All this time, you’ve been practically begging me to fuck you. Well now’s the time baby. Go on, beg for me.”

You whimpered. Your body was on fire. You couldn’t take it any longer. You begged; wantonly, shamelessly. He chuckled and tugged harder on your hair, making you whimper and moan even more. “That’s a good girl.”

He gripped each side of your hips, tightly; spreading your legs apart a little more as he aligned his cock to your entrance. You shivered in anticipation as you waited. You couldn’t see him, and in front of you, through the large glass floor-to-ceiling window, you had a lovely view of the city lights but that didn’t matter anymore.

He hand reached around and gently grabbed you by the throat again. “Are we good, babygirl? You okay?”

You nodded quickly, heart racing, your body heated. “Yes, yes please...” You mumbled.

He gave you a gentle kiss on your cheek, his stubble pressing into your skin. You closed your eyes and bit your lower lip as his soft lips kissed along your lower jaw. “I’m gonna fuck your sweet little cunt until you’re shaking…” he murmured, more so to himself.

With a slow, steady push, he inserted his length into you. He groaned and grunted as he filled you up entirely. You heard his ragged breaths right by your ear as he removed himself out and pushed himself back into you again; your ass cheek pressing into his pelvic bone as he pounded into you.

You shuddered as you felt all of him, while he mumbled about how good you were. He panted in your ear, kissing the side of your face as his hand left your throat and roamed around your body, touching you wherever he could, memorizing the shape of you until he finally cupped your core and played with your swollen clit. Your moans were incessant, you could already feel a sore throat coming.

“You feel so good, baby…” he mumbled, slamming into you relentlessly, stretching you out and pounding into you like his life depended on it; the sounds of your skin slapping one another resonated around the room.

“Fuck…” his voice cracked as he moaned under his breath.

You could feel your walls clench around him, and tighten around his thick member; making him swear out loud. Your body moved along with his, your legs felt numb as he relentlessly slammed into you.

Your moans got louder and he bent down to kiss along your shoulder blades and the back of your neck. “Take me, babygirl. Take all of me like you’ve dreamt of so many times…” he whispered against your skin as he rocked into you, faster and faster. He could barely hold it together himself but he had to give you what you’ve been wanting this whole time.

You were a teary mess, he couldn’t see but he could tell by the sound of your voice. The view of the city in front of you was now getting blurrier with each passing second. Yet, you still wanted more.

You cried out loud in pleasure as his hands gripped your hips, pushing you into him more and more each time he filled you up. You felt a sweet pressure forming in between your legs, intensifying each time the tip of his cock brushed against your sensitive spot.

“Steve…” you cried, unable to handle the pleasure. It was overwhelming.

He slowed down for just a second. “I’m right here, baby.” He kissed the side of your face. “I’m here, it’s okay. Are you gonna cum for me? You’re gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy? Hmm?”

You nodded, now a whimpering, tear-stained mess. He took you higher… and higher…

“Cum for me.” his voice was all it took for you to come undone. You came hard without any warning.

He didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, he kept pounding into you as your eyes rolled back; kept slamming into you, chasing his own orgasm as your walls clenched around him, squeezing him like he had dreamt of last night.

He gripped your hair in his fist and tugged on it again, moaning right in your ear as he felt his orgasm forming. Your walls tightened around him, and he groaned as he came undone right after you; buried deep within you. His warm cum shoot at your walls and trickled out of you when he carefully removed his length from your entrance.

You were struggling to hold yourself up, your legs shaking and your body trembling. But Steve held you against him as he threw himself on the couch, pulling you into his lap. His body was damp and warm, and you loved the feeling of his strong arms around you. You buried your face into the crook of his neck.

He rubbed along your sides as he whispered comforting words in your ear. His hands rubbing your body everywhere he could. “You did so good, baby.”

---

You don’t remember getting to Steve’s bed the previous night, but that’s where you woke up; under his warm sheets, a pair of lips kissing your face gently.

“Wake up, Miss.”

You groaned. “Don’t call me that.” You mumbled from under the sheets. You tried sitting up and you felt sore in places you didn’t know one could feel sore. Steve caught the frown on your face and when you looked up and to send him a death glare, he just chuckled.

You noticed that he was dressed already.

“Come on now. We have to go.”

You hid under the blankets again. “No.”

He sighed. Of course, he should’ve known he’d have to deal with all your antics again. “You need to get home, and I need to get to work. Now come on, we have to go.”

You peaked from under the blankets. “Give me a kiss first.” You bargained.

He rolled his eyes and walked up to his bed, leaning over you. “You’re just gonna pull me back into bed with you and then we’re both not going to want to leave at all.”

You held both your hands out, “Just one kiss, I promise.”

He gave in, he leaned in and cupped your face with one hand and pressed his lips to yours. It started out all gentle and slow but then you pulled him closer by the back of his neck and he accidentally let out a moan. You tried pulling him back under the covers but he pulled away right before he gave in completely.

“No.” He pulled away. “Home, now.” He used the same tone as he did when waking you up for work each day.

You groaned and eventually, reluctantly, got out of his bed.

---

Everything was going great after that night.

Your days just got a whole lot better with Steve around. Sure, you kept being the brat that you are, just so he could drag you all the way to your bedroom and ‘teach you how to behave’ at any time during the day.

It was safe to say that you began catching feelings for each other. You brightened up Steve’s days and him yours. Bathroom quickies, morning sex, and spending nights together quickly became more frequent than you expected.

You teased him just the same, and it almost always resulted in him fucking you just how you wanted him to.

All was well.

Until your parents came home for a weekend out of nowhere. And they left just as quickly as they came but their arrival made Steve feel terrible. Steve couldn’t help but feel guilty when your father asked him if he was taking good care of you. Obviously, he guarded your little secret well. But he felt terrible, like he was betraying your parents.

He wasn’t supposed to do this. Above all, he shouldn’t have even thought that he could be with you. Really, what was he thinking? This was wrong. He worked for your parents, and you. This was unprofessional. Inappropriate.

You noticed that his stand-offish manner remained even after your parents were gone. So you confronted him about it one morning.

“Is everything okay between us?”

He looked up at you, and nodded. Truth is, he didn’t know how to let you down.

“Steve, seriously.”

He sighed. He walked over to where you stood and faced you with a look which gave away what he might have been thinking all this time. “This has to stop.”

Your heart raced. “What does?”

He pointed between you and him. “This.”

You were sure you could fix whatever was wrong. “If you’re worried about mom and dad finding out then-,”

He cut you off. “No. Listen to me. I feel like I’m doing the wrong thing here, like I’m leading you on because… let’s face it, we can never be together.” He could visibly see how he was breaking your heart. He took a deep breath. “I should have tried to make you see sense. I shouldn’t have… used you. I can’t help but feel like I’m using you, I-,”

You cut him off this time. “Steve, you’re not.” He stepped forward to cup his face but he caught your hands before you could, pulling away from you.

“You don’t understand. This… this can’t happen. It probably isn’t real. What you feel for me could be something else and you’re mistaken and-,”

You couldn’t believe him. “How dare you?” You got defensive really quickly, trying to hide how it hurt.

He got quiet. Maybe this was the wrong way of dealing with this situation?

You straightened your back and took a step away from him. “Look, if you don’t want me anymore then just say so. Don’t make silly excuses, we’re not children.”

He spoke up quickly. “All I’m saying is that you’re young. Perhaps you’re not thinking straight. Look, I’ve mistaken lust for love too in the past, when I was younger. It’s not-,”

You stopped him before he hurt you even more. You were hurt, but mostly angry at this point. “Just because I’m younger than you doesn’t mean that my feelings aren’t real or valid, or that I don’t know what I want. Also you have no right to water down my feelings like that. Who are you to tell me what I feel? How fucking dare you?”

He realized he must have dealt with this differently. But it was too late now, he hurt you. The sight of your watery eyes was unbearable, knowing that he’s the one who caused it. I’m sorry, babygirl. “Y/N, I’m just-,”

You raised your voice. “Enough!” You didn’t let your tears fall in front of him. “Screw you, Steve.” You grabbed your bag and made your way out of your house, got in the car and drove to work in anger and your heart aching.

You cried in the car before you got out. What happened? Everything was so perfect. Why did he feel this way all of a sudden? To a point where he made himself believe that what you felt for him wasn’t real? Where did that even come from? Did he think that you were just a confused young girl, seeking attention?

That bit really hurt. It hurt more because you fell for him, hard and it wasn’t something you could control.

You started your day rough, and it seemed it was only going to get worse because you’d be replaying the scene from the kitchen this morning all day long.

As for Steve, he was equally a mess as you were. He kept cursing himself as he tried his hardest to go about his day but the thought of your teary face this morning was haunting him in broad daylight.

He could’ve been less mean, more understanding. You were human after all. How could he have hurt you like that when all he ever cared for this whole time was your well-being?

He was upstairs doing something when your bedroom door caught his eye. He stepped in and immediately regretted all that he did this morning. It was unfair towards you and now he felt even more guilty.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, standing in the middle of your room. It smelt like you; floral, fierce and enticing. His favorite girl, how could have hurt you so much? He felt guilty, but perhaps he failed to see how happy he actually made you.

His eyes fell on your freshly made bed. In the past month following that night at his apartment, he had spent quite some nights here. Memories of all times spent with you, not just for the past month, but the past years as well flashed in his mind.

Oh he had fucked up.

He walked out of your bedroom, already taking his gloves off. He needed to change and go find you and apologize before it gets worse.

You were in the middle of yet another business call when you heard a knock on your door. You quickly wrapped up the call and called out in annoyance, “Come in.” You had been quite moody since this morning.

Steve was the last person you expected to enter your office this afternoon. You stood up immediately; not having the heart to tell him to get out. All your anger vanished the minute you saw him standing there, all that was left was the hurt. And fuck did it hurt.

He closed the door behind him and lingered around the door itself, still wondering how he should start his apology. Also the broken look in your eyes felt like a thousand daggers piercing him all at the same time.

“Came to tell me some more about how much of a stupid, young and confused girl I am?” You sassed. Your go-to method of dealing with emotions was to be as sassy and as ruthless as humanly possible, Steve was aware of that.

He sighed. “I came to apologize. I shouldn’t have said all that.” He took a deep breath and kept going. “I felt terrible when I spoke to your parents.” He finally confessed. “They trust me to take good care of you, like a guardian. But I have been…” he couldn’t find the right words. “I felt guilty. And it’s not your fault, but I couldn’t figure out how to deal with all this. I thought maybe if I push you away it would… I don’t know. I don’t know, Y/N. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

You listened, trying to grasp the reasons why he said what he said this morning.

“Then what made you think that I might be confused about what I feel?” You questioned.

He took a step forward, feeling terrible now that he was voicing out everything. “I don’t know, I thought that you- that maybe you… I-,’

You cut him off, repeating your question because you could tell he had an answer but didn’t want to tell you. “What made you think so, Steve? The truth, please.”

He stared into your eyes for a few seconds. “I thought that perhaps you weren’t sure about your feelings… for me. Why would you fall for someone like me, I mean, I work for your parents.” He let out a dry chuckle. “I thought that maybe you were mistaking everything that’s been happening since that night at my apartment to be… something it’s not.”

You scoffed. You simplified and rephrased what he had just said, “So you think that I’ve been going on about how much you mean to me just because you fuck me good?”

That felt like a slap across his face. “That’s not-,”

“Do you even like me? Or is it just… I don’t know, convenient sex to you?”

He had the same look of hurt on his face which you had this morning. “Don’t you dare say that. You know how I feel about you.” He had told you many times how he feels and he meant it. The fact that you even questioned him hurt.

You scoffed and nodded. You walked around your desk, stopping at the side of it. “Take a seat.”

He looked confused for a moment. “What?”

“Take a seat, Steve.” You pointed to one of the chairs and he walked right over without any question.

Your heart burned as you looked at him, wanting to just shower him with tender love and affection but you had to clear some things up first.

He looked up at you with his deep blue eyes, wondering if he had lost you for good. It would kill him if that were the case. He could no longer imagine his days without you.

“Do you remember the night of my 20th birthday, Steve?” You asked.

He looked down at his lap and cracked a little smile. “That was 6 years ago, Y/N. It’s a little blurry.”

You smiled at the memory. “Mom and dad were away, as usual. But they promised they would make it back before the night ends, for my birthday dinner. But then, they both forgot about it and later blamed it on the workload. I went to bed crying that night, like I had all day.” As you narrated that day, it helped him remember a little bit. You continued, “But then someone knocked on my door. It was you, standing there with a little cupcake and a candle. It was your day off but you were the only one who didn’t forget that it was my birthday.”

He remembered it now. He remembered how he found your little teary face when you opened your bedroom door and how you jumped in his arms.

He remained quiet.

You kept going. “The year after that, I begged mom and dad to be home for Christmas because I was dying to have some family time with them. But they called and said they couldn’t make it. Do you know who put with my shit and helped me decorate the entire house with obnoxious Christmas music on? You.”

He smiled a little bigger at the memory. He remembered how you pouted and followed him around the entire day, asking him to help you with decoration. He remembers the way his heart fluttered when he saw the biggest, most genuine smile on your face after he agreed to do so. He would do anything just to see that same smile on your face right now.

You stepped a little closer.

“Do you remember the times when I used to go clubbing almost every weekend? And you would have to track me down and bring me home safe at like three in the morning every time?” You chuckled at the memory. “And then you sat me down one day and asked me to get my shit together.”

He remembered that as well. That was one of the only times he had been so strict with you. He simply could not watch you waste your life away like that and put yourself in danger. He was glad you listened.

“And all those times when I missed mom and dad but I couldn’t call them because I knew they were always busy, so I called you. At odd hours and you would always show up. And you’d stay for as long as I needed you to. And I’d drag you along to go get ice-cream with me in the middle of the night. You remember that?”

He looked up at you and his smile vanished. You had tears streaming down your face. “Y/N…”

“It was you, Steve. It’s always been you.” You fought the need to cry. “I didn’t fall for you because of that night at your apartment. All these years, all those mundane things added up to now, when I can finally tell you how I feel and how important you are to me. And when you try to reduce it to nothing but lust and confusion, it really hurts.”

He got up from his seat. “Baby… I’m so, so sorry.”

You wiped your tears away. “It’s okay if you want nothing to do with me. None of this will affect your job, and my parents will never find out. You can walk out of this, I’ll understand. But don’t tell me what I feel for you isn’t real. Because it is. I love you, and that’s real.”

He closed the distance between the two of you, grabbing your face and to pull you closer gently. “Shh…” he whispered, one of his arms circling your waist and pulling you closer, “I’m not gonna walk out. I’m not going anywhere.”

He pressed his lips to yours, gently. He kissed you passionately; arms wrapping around your body, tongue stroking the inside of your mouth while he occasionally bit down on your lip. Your hands found their way into his soft hair, you tugged on it gently while moaning softly into the kiss.

He gave you a second to catch your breath. “I adore you, babygirl. And that’s real too.” He mumbled against your lips before kissing you again while gently pushing you against the edge of your desk until you got on top of it. He stepped in between your legs and deepened the kiss. You gripped his hair and tugged a little more and he let out a quiet, breathy moan.

His warm hand caressed your thigh, given your dress had bunched up higher than before. His other hand gently held your lower jaw as he kissed and nibbled on your skin, down your neck; making you squirm and forget all about the world outside. Here, with him now, was all that mattered.

You felt his fingers lazily making their way across your inner thighs. His knuckles gently stroked your clothed core and you leaned your head back at the sudden wave of pleasure; letting out a soft moan.

Steve gently toyed with your still clothed, now wet, core. Your hand tugged on his sweater and you pulled him closer, placing your lips on his again. Your other hand dipped in between your bodies and you unbuckled his pants as quickly as you could. You felt him bite down on your skin when you palmed him through his underwear.

“Steve… I want you…” You whispered in his ear.

You moaned as he kissed his way up to your neck. “I know, baby. I know…” he pulled away to look at you with hooded eyes.

You lowered his underwear and pulled out his cock. He rapidly dragged your underwear down your legs and threw them somewhere behind him. He spread your legs open and aligned his cock to your core.

You could feel his tip, leaking with precum, slightly pressing against your clit. Slowly, he slipped inside of you, groaning at how tight you were. You felt his length stretching you out entirely. He started rocking in and out of you slowly, then eventually, he sped up.

“Steve…”You moaned out loud, feeling all of him; stretching you, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you to the point where the only thing you could focus on was his body.

“I’m right here, baby…” he whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, as he bent down to kiss your open mouth, swallowing all your moans and mewls in the process.

You whined upon hearing the wet, slapping sounds your bodies made when they came in contact with one another. Mixed with his scent and the growls leaving his mouth, it was all too sinful, too good.

“You’re all mine.” He stared down at you, his ocean blue eyes showing you all the love he had for you. You could only nod, unable to form coherent sentences while he pounded into you like he owned you. He leaned in again, kissing you softly. “Say it, babygirl. Tell me you’re mine.” he whispered against your lips.

Something about how he sounded so calm even while he was fucking you hard made you tremble under him. “I’m yours…” you whispered, shuddering under him. He smirked and sped up into you again, relishing the feeling of you wrapped around him like you were made for it.

Hearing you moan and squirm under him only encouraged him to thrust deeper into you, he wanted to feel all of you and he wanted you to feel all of him. He wanted you to know that he was here, and was not planning on going anywhere. He was relentless. He moaned right in your ear as his body moved perfectly against yours. “I’m so sorry baby, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I love you so, so much...”

You whined; feeling a thin layer of sweat covering both your bodies as your walls milked him perfectly. A tear fell from your eye, out of pleasure. He was quick to wipe it away. He bent down and kissed your lips, pounding into you rapidly like his life depended on it.

“I love you more…”

He felt you clench and tighten around him, “Cum for me, baby...” He whispered, his voice strained and raspy. Your mind was foggy by now, and it took your brain a few seconds to even process his words.

Not even a few moments later, you felt him twitch inside of you; his cock throbbing against your walls. He came with a growl, gripping your hips. You whined as you came around him as well, hard and fast.

He didn’t pull his cock out of you as he engulfed you in his arms, tucking your head under his chin as he held you against his warm body. You could hear his frantic heartbeats, and he could feel yours.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered again.

You pulled away from his hug just a little so you could look at him. “Hey,” you reached out to touch his face. “Stop apologizing. We’re gonna be okay.”

He smiled down at you. “I’m gonna have to love you in secret.” He leaned down and rubbed the tip of his nose to yours. You giggled.

“Not for long. We’ll figure something out.” You grabbed him by his face and pulled him closer, and whispered dramatically, “Or maybe we could run away.” Your words made his smile. You pulled him in for a kiss, and whispered, “Till then, I’ll love you when no one is around.”

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