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The Case of the Mischievous Duo

Lenny sat at his table just like he does every night at the Ink and Paint Club. This night, however, was different than most. Lenny was setting up a plan for revenge. After his humiliating encounter with Brett and Lucas Tucker, he wanted to get back at them. For weeks Lenny searched for the right men for the job. Tonight he found them.

As Lenny tore into his chicken dinner, the host brought two men to his table. Lenny looked up from his plate and wiped his mouth off with his napkin. "Gentlemen, please have a seat," Lenny said as he greeted them. The two men sat down at the table, and a waiter came over to get their drinks. "I have heard good things about you two, and I think you are perfect for the job." The men gave Lenny a wicked smile. "So which one of you is Samuel?"

“I am Sam,” answered the man in a red suit. “This is David.” Sam gestured to the man in white sitting next to him. “What kind of job do you need from us?”

“Well," Lenny began. "There are these guys, brothers actually. They humiliated me and got away with it. They also exposed some of my other ventures I do. I really don't like the cops snooping around this place. I want you guys to humiliate them. Make them laughing stocks of the city. Are you guys able to do that?" Sam and David gave each other a smirk.

“It will be our pleasure,” David assured. “They won’t know what hit them.” The three men toasted and clinked their glasses. “We just need you to fill out this contract, and we are in business." Lenny eagerly signed and laughed. "This will be fun," David said to Sam with a wicked smile on his face.

In Jacob's office, Brett was tidying up a bit when Lucas entered. He was returning from getting lunch."Here you are, Brett," Lucas said as he laid down a wrapped sandwich on the desk. "A tuna melt on wheat. And for me, a pastrami on rye." Lucas's eyes lit up as if he was holding gold. Lucas took a giant bite, and some of the innards fell out of the sandwich and onto the desk. Brett winced in disgust.

"Do you always have to eat like a pig?" Brett asked Lucas.

“Yes,” Lucas answered with his mouth full. Chunks of his sandwich fell out of his mouth when he spoke. “When is Jacob coming back? He sure does take an awful lot of trips.”

“Well, this one was a gift to him." Brett responded, "Clayton was supposed to go on it, but something came up, so he gave Lavender the tickets. What can you do?"

There was a knock on the office door. "Come in!" Brett shouted. The door opened, and Sam and David entered the office. Brett quickly rose from his seat. "Hello, I'm Brett Tucker, and this is my brother Lucas. How can we help you guys."

“We heard this was the office of the Toontown detectives," Sam said. "We came to introduce ourselves. I'm Samuel Willard, you can call me Sam, and this is my associate David Jensen. We are private investigators." Brett and Lucas looked at each other with concern. "Don't worry, we are not investigating you guys. We are looking into Lenny, the Lemon."

“Lenny has been very naughty." David continued. "He has been involved with some suspicious characters, and we know you guys had a run-in with him once. Maybe you can shed some light on this for us?”

“Well," Lucas began. "I know Lenny was in with the Toon Mob. They sent him to try and kill us." David was writing down everything Lucas told them. After Lucas was done, Sam turned to Brett.

“Is there anything you would like to add?” Sam asked Brett.

“No," Brett said, shaking his head. "I think Lucas covered everything." David closed his notepad and gave Sam a sly look with a nod.

“Well, thank you for your time," David said, extending his hand towards Lucas. Sam did the same with Brett. As soon as Lucas took David's hand, he got a giant shock. He was lifted off the ground, and his hair stood up on end. Brett was hit in the face by a stream of water that shot from a flower on Sam's lapel. Sam and David laughed at the brother's misfortune. Sam and David went to leave but stopped in the doorway and taunted Brett and Lucas. "Just so you know, this is only the beginning." David chuckled. "You two are in for a world of fun, well fun for us." Sam and David left the office, still laughing.

Brett helped a shaken Lucas to his feet. “What was that about?" Lucas asked Brett. Brett noticed a card lying on the floor and picked it up.

“The Mischievous Duo.” Brett read. “We will torment your enemy until they are gone.”

“Who would hire these guys to torment us?” Lucas asked.

“We have made a lot of enemies," Brett answered. "So, your guess is as good as mine." Brett sighed as he noted how drenched he was. "I need to go dry off." Brett went into the bathroom, his wet shoes sloshed with every step. Lucas sat down on a chair, his head was still jerking from the shock he received. Then Lucas tried to flatten his hair, which was sticking straight up. He grumbled how he was going to make those idiots pay for what they did.

A couple days went by, and Brett hadn't had a single case. Granny hadn’t even been in to asked for their help as she normally does. He was beginning to worry. He and Lucas just spent the days in the office goofing off or talking about their memories growing up. Finally, Brett couldn't take the dry spell anymore and went to the police station. When he got there, Brett sought out his old friend Ricky. Ricky was parked behind a desk filling out paperwork. When he saw Brett, he smiled and heaved a sigh of relief.

“Brett, it's so good to see you," Ricky said as they hugged. "Please have a seat.” Ricky directed him to the chair on the other side of his desk. The two sat and chewed the fat for a bit. They talked about what was going on in their lives. Brett gushed about Rose, and Ricky mentioned his roommate Zach who was a night club singer. Finally, Brett grew the courage to ask Ricky the question he had wanted to ask.

“Have you heard about any problems going on in Toontown?" Brett asked bluntly. "We haven't had a case in weeks, and I'm starting to get worried." Ricky had a concerned look on his face. "I take it you haven't read any of the papers," Ricky said. Ricky handed Brett the day's newspaper. On the front page were Sam and David shaking hands with the Police Commissioner Ethan Gray. They were being congratulated on bringing down a very convoluted string of burglaries committed by a toon.

Brett’s jaw fell into his lap. “Why weren’t we called when they started?” Brett asked, his voice was breaking.

“I was going to," Ricky sighed. "but those two came in saying they could do a better job. With you and Jacob, one of you is always getting hurt and sent to the hospital. These guys solved the case without any trouble. Besides, Tony was thrilled not to call you guys." Brett pinched his lips together and nodded. "You know if things don't work out, and you need a job, I'm sure the captain would welcome yoy back to the force." Brett slammed the newspaper on Ricky's desk.

“Thanks, Rick," Brett said quietly. "I appreciate you looking out for me." Brett waved goodbye and slowly walked out of the precinct. As he left, he saw Tony giving him a smug look.

Brett made his way back to the office just as Lucas returned with some lunch. As they ascended the steps together, Brett filled in Lucas on what was going on. Lucas was horrified at the news.

"If we don't get any cases, this place will close up!" Lucas yelped. "I don't want to go back to selling cars for dad." They stopped in front of the office door. Brett placed his hand on Lucas's shoulder.

“I promise you this place will not close up," Brett assured him. "When Jacob returns, he will help us figure something out." Brett got a puzzled look on his face suddenly. "Do you hear water running?" Brett unlocked the office door and turned the knob. The door burst off its hinges, and a cascade of water rushed out of the office. It knocked the brothers off their feet and carried them down the hall. Lucas held onto the door like a surfboard as the water raced down the stairs and into the street. Both Brett and Lucas were dumbfounded and drenched as they lay on the sidewalk. Brett wrung out his tie and looked around. He saw a hose connected to a fire hydrant crawling up the building's side and ending inside the office's window. Across the street, Sam and David laughing up a storm and pointing at the washedout men. "All right," Brett said coldly. "This means war!"

Brett called Ricky, begging Ricky to give them a heads up on any toon cases. The plan worked for a bit. Brett and Lucas solved a few before Sam and David caught on to what they were doing and set up a fake crime by bribing a toon to mislead the brothers. Brett and Lucas were sent on a wild goose chase that ended with the brothers sinking in quicksand. Sam and David gloated over them as the sand swallowed them.

Ricky was reprimanded by Tony and told to never contact Brett again, or Ricky will be removed from the force. Brett didn't want that to happen, so he told Ricky it was okay. Soon Sam and David were the toast of the city. Toons respected them, and people loved them. But their biggest caper was about to make headlines.

Lenny called them men for a meeting one night. Lenny was in his usual V.I.P. booth, eating expensive food as always when Sam and David arrived.

“Gentlemen, please have a seat," Lenny said as he wiped his face with a napkin. Sam and David sat down and smiled sweetly at Lenny. "I wanted to thank you for your service. I hear that those Tucker boys have been knocked down and are almost ready to give up being detectives. I couldn't have asked for a better outcome." Lenny raised his glass to toast to their success, but Sam and David just sat there, shaking their heads.

“It has come to our attention that you run a crooked operation here," Sam said with a deadpan demeanor. "And frankly, I think it needs new ownership." Lenny choked on his food.

“What are you talking about?" Lenny coughed. Sam's deadpan expression changed to a sly smile.

“Remember that contract you signed with us?" Well, if you had read it first, it said that if anything should happen to you such as death or incarceration, we would we in charge of the club."

Lenny squinted his eyes and held his knife towards the pair. "Are you planning on killing me?" Lenny barked. "Because that is very ill-advised."

“Of course not,” David chimed in. “We plan on the latter part.” David raised his hand and pointed at Lenny. Cops rushed into the club. The patrons screamed and began to vacate the club. Ricky approached the table the three men were sitting at.

“Leonard Smith!" Ricky shouted. "You are under arrest for money laundering and counterfeiting."

“MONEY LAUNDERING!” Lenny screeched. “That’s ridiculous, I have never done that.”

“I beg to differ," Sam said. "These bags of cash tell a whole different kind of story." Sam and David held up four duffle bags filled with counterfeit bills.

“Those are not mine!" Lenny yelled, and he was taken away. Ricky thanked Sam and David for their tip-off and followed the cops escorting Lenny out of the building. Sam and David high-fived each other and went to see Lenny’s office.

The newspapers were all a buzz about Lenny and the once reputable Ink and Paint Club. Brett and Lucas knew Lenny was not an honest man, but there was no way he would commit the crimes he was accused of. However, they couldn't testify on his behalf. Lenny's trial was a quick one. Lenny's lawyer Martin Pettifogger pleaded their case.

“Your Honor,” Martin began. “The charges placed on my client are false. He was framed by those phony detectives Samuel Willard and David Jensen.” The Judge slammed his gavel down.

“Mr. Pettifogger," The Judge began. I will not allow slander in my court. Mr. Willard and Mr. Jensen are well-respected members of our community. If they have done anything illegal, I demand to see proof." The Judge narrowed his eyes. "Now, as for your client, Mr. Smith has shown a blatant disregard for toons and runs them ragged in his club. I was not surprised to hear of the money laundering and counterfeit charges. How do you find the accused, Mr. foreman?" Lenny looked over to the jury box filled with toons with one of them holding a sign that said: "Hang Him." Lenny knew he was toast.

The foreman of the jury stood up. "We, the jury, find the accused, guilty!" Lenny dropped his head on the table in defeat. The Judge banged his gavel again to quiet the courtroom. When the crowd quieted down, the Judge passed his judgment.

“Leonard Smith,” The Judge began. “I sentence you to five years filed away in prison.”

“Filed away?" Lenny's lawyer asked. "That's a strange term for being sent to prison."

"Mr. Pettifogger," The Judge continued. "It has come to my attention that you are a shyster and, therefore, will be filed away with your client." Four guards came and escorted Lenny and Martin away. They were quickly transported to Sing Song Prison. When they arrived, Lenny and Martin were dragged to the laundry room.

“What are we doing here?” Lenny demanded. “Are we being put on laundry duty straight away?”

“Of course not," One of the guards said. Two of the guards grabbed Lenny and hurled him onto the steam press table. Lenny struggled to free himself, but the guards were too strong. The lid was brought down, and after a few seconds, Lenny was pressed flat as a bedsheet. They repeated this with Lenny's lawyer Martin. When they were both flattened, the warden Yosemite Sam came in the laundry room to check on the new inmates.

“Good," He gloated at the flattened men. "now fold them up and file them away like the Judge ordered. I have a nice cabinet drawer waiting for them. Yosemite Sam gave an evil chuckle as Lenny and Martin were taken away. When the room was emptied sans Sam, he got on the phone and made a call. Yosemite Sam waited patiently for the person to answer, tapping his foot and humming. His eyes lit up when the person he was calling answered. "Hello David, it's Sam… No Yosemite Sam. Listen, it's done, Lenny won't be a problem anymore. Thanks again for the money, it's always a pleasure doing business with you." Sam hung up the phone and let out an evil chuckle again.

Sam and David didn't waste time making changes to the Ink and Paint Club. The first thing they did was hire some human employees, mostly as kitchen and wait staff. They left the entertainment alone. Watching the toons perform on stage brought them joy. David often tried to insert himself into the acts, especially Daffy's magic act. However, there was one Toon they were having trouble getting on their side, Jessica Rabbit. She hated Sam and David.

One night before the show, Sam and David showed up in her dressingroom to discuss things and have her sign her new contract with them. She wasn’t at all thrilled by the idea.

“I told you guys I'm not signing the new contract." She barked. "I know you will honor my old one because if you don't, I will leave. Considering most of the men come here to see me, you don't want to lose them."

David got down on one knee. "Jessica, please," he begged. "It's just a formality." David produced a bouquet of pink roses from behind his back and presented them to Jessica. "I'm sure we can all get along and work something out." David winked and placed his hand on Jessica's knee. Jessica calmly grabbed her purse and pulled out a giant mallet. She slammed the mallet down on David, flattening him like a pancake. Sam couldn't help but laugh at his partner's misfortune. Jessica calmly sat back on her chase.

“Like I said," She said with a firm demeanor. "I will not sign any NEW contracts." She glared at Sam, still holding her mallet. Sam stopped laughing and slowly backed out of her dressing room, tearing up the contract.

“I will send someone to collect David later," Sam said as he rushed off. Jessica let out a smug “Hmph” as she got ready to go on stage.

With Sam and David busy with the Ink and Paint club, they couldn't solve Toon crimes anymore. So thankfully, they were sent back to Brett and Lucas. But they hadn't forgotten what Sam and David did to them. But one day, Brett was surprised when they received an invitation to join them at the club. Sam and David wanted to make amends to Brett and Lucas. Brett was suspicious of the whole thing. However, he heard the food there was exquisite now, so he reluctantly agreed.

That night Brett and Lucas joined Sam and David in the V.I.P. booth, where Lenny usually sat every night.

“I’m so glad you guys came,” Sam said. “We really do feel bad about flooding your office and the other stuff we did.”

"But now I hope we can put that all behind us," David chimed in. "I mean, we retired our detective agency and are now running this place. So I'm sure your business is back.

“It is,” Brett said coldly. “I knew we would bounce back, no thanks to you two.”

"Gentlemen," Sam whined. "Let's not fight." Sam signaled the waiter to come over with drinks. "Let's toast to this new friendship I hope we can have." The penguin waiter set down four champagne glasses on the table and waddled off. "Come on, what do you say?" Sam asked as he raised his glass to toast to the truce. Brett and Lucas shrugged and clinked their glasses with Sam and David. Brett and Lucas swallowed their drinks.

"That was probably the best-tasting champagne I have ever had," Lucas stated. Brett agreed, but he started to feel a little weird. Sam and David snickered at Brett. Lucas looked at his brother, horrified. "Brett, are you okay!" Lucas yelped. "Your skin is turning a purple and green plaid color." Brett looked at his hands, and sure enough, they were.

"What's happening to me?" Brett cried. Suddenly Lucas began to groan loudly, holding his stomach. A gurgling sound emitted from his gut. Lucas's belly began to swell up, causing the buttons on his shirt to pop off. "What did you do to us?" Brett demanded. Sam and David burst out laughing.

"Man, you guys, are so gullible," Sam said, wiping the tears from his eyes. "We enjoy torturing you two. You guys are our new hobby. Now suggest you get your brother to the hospital, before he bursts." Brett shot up from the table and helped Lucas out of his chair. Lucas's belt snapped off as he stood up. Brett stormed out of the club with Lucas waddling behind him, trying to hold up his pants. David fell on the floor with laughter at this sight.

Brett and Lucas decided it was time to lower themselves to Sam and David’s level. They wanted to get them back for all the pranks they did. So Brett came up with the idea of sending Monster Tweety after them.

Brett, Lucas, and Monster Tweety hid in an alleyway waiting to ambush Sam and David. Brett peeked around the corner, watching the two men come walking down the street to the bank as they did every day. They appeared right on schedule. Sam was holding a bag of money while David danced down the street next to him.

"Alright, Lucas," Brett said quietly. "Here they come, get ready to release Tweety." Brett waited to hear Lucas respond, but Lucas was silent. "Lucas? Did you hear me?" Brett turned around to see Lucas's legs sticking out of Tweety's mouth. "Oh no," Brett grabbed Lucas's legs and pulled hard. "Spit him out!" Brett screamed at Tweety. Brett could hear Lucas's muffled cries for help inside the monster. Tweety grew tired of fighting Brett for his meal and spit out Lucas. The monster wandered off afterward. By that time, Sam and David were safely in the bank.

“I think we need to come up with a better plan,” Lucas said as he wiped Tweety’s drool from his face.

Their next plan was to glue Sam and David to the floor of the Ink and Paint Club. They got Betty Boop to help sneak them in the backstage area. When they saw the coast was clear, Lucas took out a giant can of glue, and the brothers started to dump the contents of the can in front of the office were Sam and David were residing at the moment.

Sadly they did not think things through and back themselves into a corner. The brothers tried to jump across the puddle of glue. Lucas lost his balance and landed on his hands and knees in the puddle. Brett made it across but went back to help free Lucas. His shoes became glued to the floor.

"I hope nobody sees us like this," Lucas grumbled. David opened the door to leave the office and saw the brothers in their predicament. David cupped his hands over his mouth.

"Everyone in the hall now!" David shouted. Every dressing room door opened, and the toons entered the hall. A roar of laughter erupted as they saw the detectives glued to the floor. Jessica was the only one not laughing.

"I'll go get the janitor to free you guys," Jessica said to Brett and Lucas. She sauntered down the hall and disappeared around the corner. Brett managed to untie his shoes and leaped out of the puddle. He stood in the hall in his stocking feet red with embarrassment.

“Maybe we should go smaller next time,” Brett said to Lucas.

“You think!” Lucas said gruffly as he tried to free himself from the glue.

After the glue incident, David increased security at the club. The guards were told to throw out Brett and Lucas at first sight. However, they weren't the best on not being distracted. Jessica helped them sneak into the back this time by seducing the guards.

"I have always loved a man in uniform." she cooed into the guard's ear. Then twirled the guards tie with her fingers. "Maybe you can come by to my room later, and we can play… patty cake." She let go of his tie when Brett and Lucas were in the clear. "Bring a dozen red roses." She said with a wink when the sauntered off. The guard ran from his post and took off for the nearest florist.

Backstage Brett and Lucas set up a simpler prank inside the club's office. The cliché bucket of water over a door. The only difference was they were using a bottomless toon bucket. Guaranteed to pour entire lakes on its victims. They carefully propped the bucket on the door, ready to spill on top of the first person to enter the room. Just then, Lucas heard Sam and David approaching.

"They're coming," Lucas whispered. "We got to hide, quick." Lucas grabbed the ladder they used in such a rush. The ladder bumped the door. Brett hadn't fully secured the bucket. The slightest nudge sent the bucket tipping over and created a waterfall on Brett and Lucas. Gallons upon gallons poured on top of the brothers for the next five minutes. When the bucket finally emptied, Brett and Lucas were soaked to the bone.

"I really hate getting wet," Brett hissed. He turned to see Sam and David rolling on the floor with laughter. Brett finally lost his temper and went to punch Sam in the face. As he passed under the door frame, the bucket fell and clonked him on the head, knocking him out. This made David laugh even harder. He got off the floor and ran to the restroom. Lucas stood there looking like a drowned rat. He was so confused about what to do next. He just took off his left shoe and poured the water that had filled it out. A little toon fish rolled out of his shoe and plopped onto the floor. Sam was now running to the restroom as well.

“Let me plan the next one,” Lucas said to his unconscious brother. He dropped his shoe and slipped his foot back in. “I won’t be so nice.”

A few nights later, Sam and David were in their V.I.P. booth enjoying the show. Brett and Lucas hadn’t been seen or heard from since the bucket incident. David was enjoying his meal when he saw the new Candy Girl. The sight of her made him sick.

"Man, that new Candy Girl is ugly," David remarked. "I don't know why you hired her."

"Me?" Sam said as he was eating his salad. "I thought you hired her? Besides, I think she has a certain charm to her looks." "Sam, she's very manly looking." David retorted as he pushed his plate aside. Sam kept eating his salad with no problem. Suddenly a bottle was dropped on the table by one of the waiters.

"This is from Jessica," The waiter told them. "She wants to apologize for hitting you with a mallet." David stared at the mustached waiter. He looked familiar but couldn't place him. "She also said while she is sorry, she still won't sign any new contracts." The waiter bowed and left the table. Sam grabbed the bottle and popped it open.

"That was sure nice of her." He said as he poured a glass for David and himself. "Here's to us, my friend," Sam said with a wink as he raised his glass. David was a bit hesitant at first, but he raised his glass and clinked it against Sam's. Sam down the drink and licked his lips. "That tasted like… Cherry Tarts."

"Yes," David agreed. "That was really good. Jessica sure has good taste in drinks." David did a double-take. Sam looked like he was shrinking into his clothes. Turns out he was, and David too. "What's going on!" David shouted as he sunk into his clothes. Their clothes crumpled onto the table in a heap. David poked his head out of his trousers, totally embarrassed. He was about six inches tall by then. Sam crawled out from his sleeve, roughly about the same height. "David!" Sam yelled in a high pitched voice. He grabbed a napkin to cover himself and ran across the table. David was climbing up the table cloth, hoping the club patrons weren't watching. Sam helped David to the flat terrain of the tabletop. David yanked a lettuce leaf from a nearby plate and covered himself with that.

The tiny men heard laughter above them. The Candy Girl and the mustached waiter were standing over the table.

"You were right, Lucas," the Candy Girl chuckled. This one did work. David finally realized the Candy Girl was Brett in disguise and the mustache waiter was Lucas.

“You’ll pay for this!” David yelled in his tiny voice.

"Consider this payback, you jerk!" Lucas said. "I think we need to add a little more insult to injury, don't you think so, Brett?"

"Oh yes," Brett agreed. "On the count of three. One...Two…Three!" Brett and Lucas raised their hands and swatted Sam and David. The tiny men screamed as the giant palms squished them onto the table. They looked like tiny decals on the table cloth. "I think we deserve a victory drink." Brett and Lucas left the club still in their disguises. Obviously, they went home to change before they went out for that drink.

Sam and David thankfully had loyal staff. They were quickly inflated and brought them back to their standard size within a couple of hours. David was really steaming now. He charged out of the club and tracked down Brett and Lucas, toasting their success at a local bar. "No one gets the better of me," David said through gritted teeth. "You just made me a dangerous enemy." Sam was right behind David when he hailed a cab. "Take me to Sing Song Prison, please." He told the cab driver. "I need to speak to the warden."

At Sing Song Prison, David burst into the warden's office. "I need you to release inmate 23251-2020!" David ordered. "I need him."

"Now hold on there, son." Yosemite Sam said calmly. "There's a whole process to go through to have a prisoner released." David tossed a giant bag of money on the warden's desk. "However, that could take a while, so I'll just fill out the paperwork later and release him now." Yosemite got on the phone. "Yes, I need inmate 23251-2020 released immediately. He's been granted a full pardon. I don't care how crazy he is, do it now!" Yosemite slammed the phone down and smiled sweetly at David. "It's always a pleasure doing business with you, David." David thanked him and waited outside for the prisoner.

The gates of Sing Song opened, and a man clad in purple walked through the gates a free man. David greeted the man and asked him to join Sam and himself in the cab. As the cab headed back to the city. David introduced himself to the man.

"I'm David Jensen, and this is my partner Sam Willard." David began. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Wyatt." The man in purple smiled. "I have a problem, and I think you are the man to help us."

"I'll be glad you help you," Wyatt said. "In return, I want your help to get rid of my cousins." David and Sam smiled at each other.

“Well, are you in for a treat," Sam said with a look of pure joy. "Turns out, our problem is your cousins." Wyatt's eyes glowed with joy.

"Excellent!" Wyatt screeched. "I just require two things. A couple of my old crew and you leave everything to me. I don't like to be micromanaged." David and Sam happily agreed, and they ironed out the details for the rest of the ride back into the city.

Wyatt took his time to plan out everything. By the time he was ready to put his evil schemes into motion, Halloween was just around the corner. Roger Rabbit was hosting a costume party, Brett and Lucas were in attendance. Wyatt seized this opportunity to sneak up and spy on his cousins. Wearing a skull mask, Wyatt slipped into the party. Humans and Toons were mingling with each other, so Wyatt didn't stand out much. He found Brett dressed as a sailor and Rose as a flapper girl. Wyatt always wondered what Rose saw in Brett. Lucas was not far from them dressed as a pirate. Wyatt knew Rose was the key to getting Brett and Lucas off guard. Wyatt crept into an empty room at the party and contacted one of his old crew member Dick Dastardly.

“It’s time to set our plan into motion.” He said. “You know what to do.” After Wyatt hung up the phone, he slid back into the party, waiting for the chance to grab Rose when she was alone.

Dick and Muttley waited patiently behind some rocks for some people to pass by. They didn't have to wait too long. Two men who were touring Toontown were coming their way. Dick signaled for Muttley to start up the steamroller he was sitting on. Just as the men passed by the rocks, Muttley went at full speed down the road. The men didn't have time to react other than scream as they were flattened by the steamroller.

Dick went to check on the flattened men. "Well, this couldn't have worked out better than we planned," Dick said to himself. "It seems that we got A.D.A. Randall Quinn and his brother Ernie. This will surely set everyone off in a frenzy." Muttley let out a wheezy laugh.

Back at the party, Wyatt was keeping to the shadows waiting for his chance to strike. He didn't have to wait long. Ricky came into the party looking for Brett. He whispered something into Brett's ear.

“Rose, I have to go,” Brett said as he kissed her on the cheek. Brett waved at Lucas to follow him and Ricky as they left. Wyatt stepped out of the shadows and approached Rose.

“Hello,” Wyatt said with a smile. It was hard to see it, with the skull mask on his face. “My name is… Simon.” Rose finished her punch.

"Sorry buddy," She said. "I'm not interested." She placed her cup down and tried to walk away. Wyatt forcefully grabbed her arm.

"That wasn't very polite," He snapped. "Didn't your parents teach you any manners?" Wyatt pulled a gun out and held it at Rose’s side. “I think we are going to take a little walk.” Wyatt dropped an envelope addressed to Brett on the table and calmly walked out of the party, holding Rose tightly so no one would see the gun.

Brett and Lucas were at the crime scene where A.D.A. Randall Quinn and his brother were made into road stickers. The detectives were asking witnesses questions, but the Toons were having a hard time being serious since Brett and Lucas were still dressed in costume.

“Can you please describe the driver of the steamroller?” Lucas asked the Toon.

"Aye me matey," the Toon replied. "I shivered in me timbers when I saw the site. Twas, a dog with a wheezy laugh that blew them down."

"Okay," Lucas said as he closed his notepad. "I think we are done here." Lucas walked over to his brother, who was getting nowhere with his witness. "So the witness said a dog with a wheezy laugh did this. Does that sound familiar?"

"Yes," Brett answered. "Almost as familiar as a man in purple with a sinister mustache." "You don't think Wyatt is out, do you?" Lucas asked.

“I hope not,” Brett answered. Ricky approached Brett and Lucas holding a letter.

"This was left at the party," Ricky announced. "And it's addressed to you, Brett." Brett opened the letter and read it. Brett's eyes widened, and his legs turned into rubber, Lucas had to catch him. "What's wrong, Brett?" Ricky asked.

“WYATT!” Brett screamed. “He has Rose.”

“How did Wyatt get out!”Lucas inquired.

"That's not good," Ricky said. "I'm going to investigate that. Do you guys need backup?"

"No," Brett said as he folded up the letter. "We will take care of this ourselves. Just find out how he got out." Ricky nodded and left the scene. "Wyatt said we need to come alone, or he will hurt Rose. Let's get out of these costumes and get her back."

Brett and Lucas arrived at the destination the letter provided them. It was a dark, quiet warehouse, a perfect place for an ambush. Brett and Lucas were on their guard, ready for anything. They snuck into the warehouse without making a sound and saw a lighted room deep inside. They got on either side of the door frame of the lighted room and peeked inside. Rose was in there tied to a chair. A sign was pointing at her, saying, "Save Me, Brett and Lucas."

"Well, this is obviously a trap," Lucas whispered. "We need to play this very carefully." Brett ignored everything Lucas was saying and raced into the room to free Rose. "Or, we could charge in there unprepared." Lucas followed Brett in the room. They began to untie Rose when a cage fell from the ceiling, trapping them. Wyatt stepped out of the shadows, clapping.

"This was all too easy. Wyatt gloated. "I knew you would rush in to save your girl. Now it's time for some fun."

Wyatt hired Gossamer to be his muscle and help him torture his cousin. Rose watched in horror while Brett was bound to two propellers, and Lucas was run through a giant cheese grater. The propellers spun in opposite directions twisting Brett up like a twizzler. When Brett was thin enough, they used him as a rope to keep Rose tied to a chair. Wyatt was satisfied with the outcome. Muttley swept up Lucas in a dustpan and dumped him in a bucket.

"Now, you guys be good, and I will come back later to finish you off," Wyatt said to them as if they were children. "First, I have to get rid of the two that set me free before they think they can boss me around. Ta ta." Wyatt left his prisoners with Gossamer in charge. There wasn't much to do other than watch them, so he pulled out a book "Building the Perfect Body" by Victor Frankenstein. It must have been an intense book because Gossamer was so enveloped in it.

"I'm sorry, Rose," Brett said. "I should have been more careful. I never meant to ever get you roped into one of our cases. Pardon the pun.”

"It's okay, Brett," she assured him. "How were you to know your psychopathic cousin would somehow get out of jail and kidnap me to get to you? Now listen, it looks like our guard is deep into his book, so I have a plan. Can you wiggle a bit?" Brett knew what Rose was getting at and started to wiggle his rope-like body until Rose was able to slip out of her binds. She picked up Brett and quietly went to grab the bucket Lucas was dumped into. She just barely grazed the broom, and it fell over with a "thwack." The noise scared Gossamer, causing him to leap out of his chair. He saw Rose was free and charged for her.

"I think we better come back for Lucas later," Brett shouted. "Run, Rose!" Rose took off with Gossamer in hot pursuit. She made it outside the warehouse and found out she was trapped. The yard was enclosed with seven-foot-tall walls. She got an idea.

"I'm so sorry about this, Brett," she said. She began to twirl Brett around and launched him up the wall. He wrapped around the bar at the top of the wall, and Rose used him as a rope to climb up the wall. She pulled Brett up quickly before Gossamer could grab him. "Okay, let's get you to the hospital, and then we’ll come back to save Lucas.” Rose coiled Brett around her shoulder and jumped off the wall. She landed on her feet and took off for the hospital.

Wyatt was at the Ink and Paint Club, setting phase 2 of his plan into motion. While he was celebrating his victory with David and Sam, he whispered something into David's ear.

“I just wanted to warn you, Sam is planning to turn you in for bribing the warden to release me.” David’s eyes grew wide in terror.

“How do you know this?” David asked. “What proof do you have?”

“Look,” Wyatt pointed at one of the club’s patrons. “That guy is an undercover cop. He’s watching you, waiting for Sam’s signal to send in the troops. If you act now and eliminate Sam, you will get off scot-free.”

"Sam has been my partner for years," David said. "He wouldn't betray me like that. Although Sam didn't like the idea of you being set free. Plus, he told me to let things go after we were shrunk. Now that I think of it, he's been acting very aloof."

"I have a solution," Wyatt sneered. "There's a steamroller outback, the same one used to flatten the A.D.A. If you run over Sam with it, they would never suspect you. They would start looking for the serial steamroller operator." David thought for a moment and said yes to the idea.

"Sam," David said, taking his hand. "I need to talk to you outback. Will you meet me out there in say ten minutes?" Sam's eyes lit up.

"Oh, David," Sam gasped. "I've been waiting to hear you say that for a while. Of course, I will meet you outside." David was a little taken aback by Sam's body language, but nodded and left the table. Wyatt let out an evil chuckle knowing what was about to happen.

Ten minutes later, Sam went outside to meet with David. He was all smiles until he heard the engine of the steamroller turn on. The steamroller barreled straight towards Sam. Sam gasped as he saw David in the driver's seat.

"David, what are you doing?" Sam asked. "Please, stop!" David had a wild look in his eyes as the roller's drum made contact with Sam's feet. "NOOOOOO!" Sam screamed as the drum rolled over him, squishing him flat. David turned off the roller and hopped off the roller to look for Sam on the pavement, but he was stuck on the drum.

"You did great, David," Wyatt said as he stepped out of the shadows. "I knew you would fall for that." Wyatt wasn't alone. Bluto was right behind him. "Now that Sam is taken care of, that leaves just you." Wyatt snapped his fingers, and Bluto grabbed David. Bluto scrunched David into a ball and bounced him on the pavement. "Easy there, Bluto," Wyatt ordered. "We don't want him bruised, well not yet anyway. Now go peel Sam off the drum and follow me. It's time for the grand finale.

Within a few hours, Brett was back to normal, and he and Rose went back to the warehouse to save Lucas. By the time they got to the warehouse, the place was empty. A note was all that was left. Brett picked it up and read it out loud.

"Dear Cousin Brett," The letter began. "I have obviously underestimated your girlfriend. No matter, I will deal with you later. As for now, I plan on setting up a grand display of fireworks in the middle of Toontown at 10:00pm. Lucas and a few others will have front row seats. I would sure love for you to be there when things go off. Hate you forever, Wyatt.”Brett thought for a moment. “He’s going to blow up Lucas and some other people. Maybe even all of Toontown. We got to hurry.”

“We won’t make it on time,” Rose said. “It’s 9:35.”

"The tunnel entrance isn't far from here," Brett said. "I'm sure we will find a solution." Just then, the ground began to shake.

“I think Wyatt set off the explosion early!” Rose screamed.

“No,” Brett said. “I think this is something else.” A herd of Toon dinosaurs was stampeding out of the tunnel. They must have been running away from danger. "Now, that's convenient," Brett said with a smile.

In Toontown, Wyatt had created a giant pile of dynamite right in the town square's center. The sticks of dynamite were attached to a plunger set about thirty feet away. Wyatt then placed Lucas, Sam, and David onto the pile. Toons were fleeing from the square in terror.

"Well, gentlemen," Wyatt said to his prisoners. "It has been entertaining, but I think it's time we part ways, permanently." Wyatt pulled the plunger handle up. Just as he was about to push the plunger down, a T-Rex stormed onto the scene with Brett and Rose riding on it's back. The dinosaur grabbed Wyatt with its jaws and ate him in one bite. The only thing left behind of Wyatt was one of his shoes. The T-Rex then let out a huge burp and let Brett and Rose off his back.

"Thank you so much," Brett said to the dinosaur as he patted its snout. The T-Rex licked Brett and trotted off down the street. Brett disconected the dynamite from the plunger as Rose seized the bucket holding Lucas from the pile. "Let's get him to the hospital," Brett said. He looked at Sam and David on the pile of dynamite. "I suppose them too. Then they can answer to the law."

Sam and David were healed quickly, but Ricky and Tony were waiting to arrest them when they were discharged. Ricky had done some digging and found out everything they did. From framing Lenny to bribing Yosemite Sam to release Wyatt. It didn’t take long for them to be sent to Sing Song Prison. They met other inmates such as B.J. Whetstone (aka Big Boss), Rocky, and Mugsy. Of course, Yosemite Sam was there too. He was fired as warden and arrested for taking bribes.

Lenny and his Lawyer were sent free and placed back in charge of the Ink and Paint Club. Lenny kept some of the changes Sam and David made. Being in jail changed Lenny in many ways. He was nicer to the staff and swore off some of the dubious things he used to do. Martin noticed changes in Lenny too, especially that he did not stop eating and was getting fat.

It took some time for Lucas to be put back together. Brett visited him every day at the hospital and told him that they have a big party to go to when he gets out. Turns out while on the trip Jacob and Lavender took, Jacob proposed to her. They waited till Lucas was all the better so he could be there for the wedding.

When the wedding day came it was a perfect day. The guestswere a mixture of humans and toons alike. Lucas, Lenny, and Ricky were some of the humans there. Mickey and Minnie Mouse, Betty Boop and Droopy were some of the toons in attendance. Jacob wore a white tuxedo as opposed to the groomsmen Brett and Roger who wearing black ones. When the time came, Rose and Jessica made their way down the isle wearing beautiful lavender brides maid dresses. Followed by Petunia Pig as the flower girl. Everyone stood as Lavender made her way down the isle escorted by Clayton. Bugs Bunny stood before the couple dressed as a minister as the officiant their union. Durning the reception everybody cheered and congratulated the happy couple. Lenny spent his time staring at the four tier wedding cake waiting for it to be sliced.

When the time came for Jacob and Lavender to leave, Lavender tossed the bouquet in the air. A horde of girls wrestled for the bouquet, and Rose emerged victorious with the smashed bouquet. Lucas chuckled and patted Brett on the back.

“Hot diggity dog!” Lucas exclaimed. “Looks like you are next Brett. Brett’s eyes grew wide in terror.

#Dectives #Cartoons #Roger Rabbit

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♜Pairing: Briles ♜Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Brett Talbot ♜Warnings: this is the lemon in the spicy fruit salad (explicit content ahead) ♜Words: 6720 ♜ AO3 (link in content source because apparently we're back in "posts with a link to a non-tumblr site will not show up in the tags" times)

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for @amatchinwater because she derailed all of my plans with that goddamn TikTok video

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cracks in control

“Yeah, but I wanted to see you.” Brett squints and pulls him close again, letting go of his hand in favor of wrapping his arm around his shoulders instead. “If Satomi heard I expected you to have sex with me, she’d drop her Buddhist beliefs for the five seconds it took her to break both of my legs.”

Stiles snorts out a laugh. “I probably wouldn’t have said no.”

“And I probably would’ve fucked you exactly the way you were begging for.”

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This probably shouldn’t be weird, but Stiles still cannot shake the feeling that strolling through Central Park with Brett Talbot isn’t something that happens on a regular basis. It’s not really Stiles’ first choice for a first date either because he’s awkward and terrible at small talk. He either talks too much, or his brain turns into a bunch of little knots when asked a question. Talking to Brett, however, is not as stressful as he expected. It’s surprisingly easy even. It almost doesn’t feel like a date as they’re walking out of the coffee shop, and Brett curls an arm around his shoulders as if that’s the most normal thing in the world.

Maybe it is. Maybe Stiles is just stressing out too much over everything once again.

“So, you went from dancing and gymnastics to playing lacrosse?” Brett taps a finger against the side of his cup, cocking his head slightly to look down at him.

Scrunching up his face, Stiles sips on his coffee. “Yeah, well, you know… teenage crushes.”

“Please, don’t tell me you had a crush on fucking Whittemore.”

“Wouldn’t that just prove I have a type?” Stiles grins up at him, quirking a brow.

Brett narrows his eyes and pokes Stiles’ shoulder with a bit more force than strictly necessary. “Thin ice, my man,” he says in a very low voice. “I am nothing like him.” Huffing, Brett straightens again and sips on his mocha. He’s not entirely wrong. Brett is not at all like Jackson, yet on the other, they have enough similarities to spot them from a mile away.

“Lydia.” Even though he doubts Brett is actually mad about being compared to Jackson, he’d rather not risk being too annoying on their first date. “She dated the lacrosse captain, so I thought…” he trails off, making a dismissive gesture and sighs. Yeah, good old times. Thinking back on his crush, he feels super weird about it. Now, he and Lydia are like siblings, and Stiles is planning her wedding with her. He wouldn’t mind if he’s able to announce that he’ll have a Plus 1 for once in his life — and Jackson’s face is going to be worth throwing himself into the whole dating scene again. Jackson’s face is especially going to be worth it to ask Brett to be his Plus 1 in three months even if this whole relationship thing is not going to work out.

Then again, why wouldn’t it? How high is the chance that Brett suddenly runs into him in the middle of New York City while he’s out grocery shopping? They talked for a little bit. Brett informed him he was there to check out colleges. Unsurprisingly, he got a lot of offers due to his success in lacrosse. After he left again, they stayed in contact. It took Brett two weeks to ask him out, and he’s been persistent even when Stiles was hesitant at first. All in all, Brett convinced him within a month, and now he’s come back to New York for their first date.

Lydia told him to make sure he doesn’t run off again.

“Damn,” Brett whispers, nodding slightly. “You got good taste.”

“Your ego is gonna be exhausting, isn’t it?” Stiles elbows Brett in the side and grins up at him.

Chuckling, Brett pulls him closer. “Since you’re always brutally honest, I gotta make sure my fragile ego isn’t going to crumble and break.”

“Oh, excuse me, I can be nice.” If he wants to be that is. Sure, his default is asshole. That’s just his gut reaction. Nice, after all, doesn’t help you survive in the supernatural world. Usually, it doesn’t even help you in the very human world. He wiggles his brows and wraps his arm around Brett’s waist, leaning into him as they walk past a little girl playing with her dog. It’s early enough on a Sunday that most people are not yet in the mood for a casual walk.

Brett’s grin widens. “Is that why all your previous relationships lasted so long?”

Wow. Stiles pulls his arm back and pushes the werewolf, who instantly starts laughing and trying his best not to spill his mocha. “You’re such a jerk,” Stiles says, jabbing a finger in Brett’s general direction. But he isn’t even trying to hide his own amusement. It’s nice not to have to tiptoe around people because they might get offended by every single thing Stiles says. It’s nice to have someone who’s ready to dish out as much as Stiles serves. That’s why he and Lydia get along so well. She has thick skin and a sharp tongue. She also doesn’t get all condescending either every time Stiles cusses somebody out.

“What’s the saying?” Brett asks with a grin, grabbing Stiles’ hand to intertwine their fingers. “Birds of the feather flock together.”

Stiles grins and squeezes his hand. Everything feels so unbelievably normal with Brett. It’s like they’ve been together forever. Hopefully, Stiles can actually say that in the future. He’s not usually someone who jumps too far ahead in relationships — especially not after most of them failed in under four months for various not-so-fun reasons. Plus, if they’re actually doing this, they’re going to have a long-distance relationship for at least seven more months. Stiles would prefer to take this slow because he’s not entirely sure how many more heartbreaks he can stomach before giving up.

“Ask Lydia,” Stiles says, tugging Brett closer, and starts walking again, “she’ll tell you I turn into a people pleaser whenever I’m dating someone, and I have a knack for finding the wrong people.” He smiles a little, even though he hates that he cannot stop talking about this on their first fucking date. This should be lighthearted. This should be fun. Stiles lets out a breath. “You probably have no idea how appreciated it made me feel when you told me you booked a hotel room instead of assuming we’ll end up fucking anyway… or thinking I owe you something because of your troubles.”

Brett huffs out a breath. “I came to see you, why would you owe me anything?”

“Because you were the one who traveled.”

Stiles snorts out a laugh. “I probably wouldn’t have said no.”

“And I probably would’ve fucked you exactly the way you were begging for.”

Stiles stops in his tracks and stares up at Brett, eyes wide in surprise. You were begging for? He turns and looks over his shoulder, seeing the little girl in the distance. There’s a couple walking towards them, their dog excitedly jumping up and down. This is not the place to talk about this. “What?” Stiles asks anyway because, seriously, what the fuck? There’s no way Brett could know how sexually frustrated he’s been in most of his relationships. And he was, fucking hell, he really was. “What are you talking about?” Even though he’s not sure he actually wants to hear the answer.

Chuckling, Brett sips on his mocha and walks back to him. “I walked in on you and this black-haired guy during a house party.”

That sounds a lot like Donovan. Wonderful. Of course, he has Brett walking in on him during one of his worst relationships. That’s just his luck. Stiles clears his throat, staring at the ground. “That’s not… I mean, that wasn’t—“

“Good?” Brett looks sympathetic. “Yeah, that was pretty obvious.”

Stiles wishes the ground would open up beneath him. He covers his face with his free hand, feeling cheeks heat up. Oh, god. “How long did you—“ Stiles swallows, unable to finish this sentence. This is horrifying.

Quiet laughter reaches his ears, and Stiles honestly has no fucking idea what’s so funny. “Long enough to know I could do it better,” Brett informs him with the confidence only someone like him can possess — he says it like he means it, and considering who he’s talking to, Brett is probably right about it too. People back in Beacon Hills were, and most likely still are, fawning over him. Brett does not have to go home alone. When he wanted to have sex, he has options. That’s not a reputation you get from just looking hot.

Stiles remembers wanting to get with Brett, but then Liam joined their pack, Mason followed soon after, just like multiple relationships that were different degrees of terrible. He’s not a good judge when it comes to his romantic partners. He has a knack for finding pieces of shit to date. Brett is either one of them, or the universe decided that he’s allowed to have something good for once in his life. He lowers his hand and looks up, pretending like neither of them knows how embarrassed he really is. “Didn’t think you’d be into watching other people have sex.”

Brett chuckles, brushing a finger along Stiles’ jaw. “I’m not.” He smirks and leans down, pressing his mouth against his ear. “I watched you. Only you…” His voice is ever so low, and there’s no mistaking that Brett knows exactly what he’s doing to him by whispering those words, “how you clenched your fists. I saw you grinding your teeth.” He wraps his arm around him, and Stiles steps closer, hiding his face against Brett’s shoulder. “You were so frustrated because he couldn’t give you what you want… or didn’t care to.”

Didn’t care to sounds a lot more like Donovan. Stiles is pretty sure he could have given him everything he wanted if he hadn’t dated him merely for being the sheriff’s kid. Seeing how often Donovan wanted sex, there probably was some sort of attraction there but that doesn’t change the fact that he pursued him mostly because he thought he’d get away with his bullshit by occasionally having dinner with his dad and acting like he gave a shit.

“The bar isn’t particularly high,” Brett continues, lowering his voice even further as people walk past them, “but just so you know, I would’ve fucked you harder if you’d begged me like that.”

Stiles groans against Brett’s shoulder, cheeks burning with heat. “Shut up.”

“I would’ve made you come first,” Brett says, clearly ignoring his plea to stop talking. “I would’ve made sure everyone at that party knew who’s fucking you into the mattress. I would’ve done everything you wanted me to do, Gorgeous.” How can he say things like this when Brett good and well knows they’re not going home together tonight? How is Stiles supposed to sleep? How is he supposed not to beg Brett to come to his place with him? The guy hasn’t even kissed him yet. They held hands for five minutes. How—? Brett chuckles. “I could go for some ice cream right about now, what about you?”

Yes. Stiles nods, not entirely sure he’s able to look Brett — or anyone for that matter — in the eye again. Still, something cold sounds good. Very good.

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Stiles made a lot of impulsive decisions in his life. Most of them made him question his sanity halfway through. For the first time, he does not wonder if he’s gone mad. In fact, he’s pretty fucking sure he made the right decision, and still, Stiles struggles to knock on Brett’s hotel room door. They had a great date. Brett told him he’d pick him up for lunch tomorrow. Everything felt like Brett wanted to see him again as much as Stiles, but there’s this part of him that remains terrified of being rejected. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Just knock. Just knock on that fucking—

“Your anxiety is stressing me out.”

Stiles jolts and widens his eyes. “Hi… hey.” He grins and scratches the back of his neck. Brett is only wearing a towel, and Stiles has never felt this unsure about anything in his fucking life. Fuck. This is not how he planned this to go. He tried to be smoother. He tried to be a bit more confident. He got over the awkwardness after standing ten minutes in front of his flat with a butt plug, trying to get a cab, and then going for the subway instead. That was an interesting half an hour.

“You wanna come in?” Brett steps aside.

Nodding, Stiles slips past him hastily, biting his bottom lip. Yeah, that plug is still— fuck, what is he doing? This is so going to backfire.

The door closes with a quiet click. A moment later, Brett places a hand on Stiles’ neck, thumb drawing a small circle over his sensitive skin. “Are you okay?” The touch alone makes him want to curl into the taller boy. He’s so gone on him. How the fuck is that even possible?

“Sorry, I just…” Stiles swallows, trailing off and fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. Should he just spit it out? It’s probably better because Brett will easily catch him in his lie. For now, his anxiety might cover up the other very telling chemosignals. But that might not last all that long with Brett this close in only a fucking towel. “I wanted to see you.” There. That’s still very true, yet he’s not kicking the door in.

Brett smiles and cups Stiles’ cheek with both hands. Please, kiss me. It would be so much easier. Stiles is terrible at making the first step. “Good because staying away from you was hard.” He brushes his thumbs over Stiles’ cheeks. For the flicker of a second, Brett’s eyes drop to his mouth. He wants to kiss him, but he doesn’t because Stiles said he’d rather go slow, and Satomi seemed to have raised her foster son well.

And that’s kind of everything Stiles needs to know. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said earlier today.”

Brett blinks and opens his mouth. This is the first time Stiles has seen him at a loss for words. It’s kind of adorable. “Uh…” Brett shakes his head and takes to step back, working his fingers through his wet hair. “I didn’t say it to convince you to have sex with me.”

“I’m well aware of that.” Stiles smiles and pushes his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Brett continues, and he looks almost a little flustered; which is surprising because they’re talking about Brett Talbot out of all people, “I’m happy you’re here, and I wanted to have sex with you ever since you mouthed off to me the first time I saw you.”

Ever since— fuck. Stiles presses his lips together, but the grin slips onto his face despite his best efforts. “That was almost two years ago,” he says, sitting down on the bed very carefully. Knowing Brett wants him just as much and seeing him stand a foot away from him in nothing but a towel isn’t exactly making Stiles want all of this any less.

“What can I say?” Brett chuckles, but his eyes follow every single movement Stiles makes, “I’m a very patient person. Plus, I like my legs in one piece.”

“That’s all very chivalrous of you, but, trust me, I would not have tortured myself with taking the subway at this hour if I didn’t want you.” Especially not with a plug, but Brett doesn’t need to know that yet. Stiles hooks his index finger around Brett’s pinkie and raises a brow. There’s no rhyme or reason to it. Stiles really wanted to take things slow, but something about Brett makes it impossible. He’s never hated going home alone as much as he did today — and it’s not just because of his promises from earlier. There’s something else there. Something stronger.

Sighing, Brett laces their fingers together. “You sure about this, huh?”

“You said you’d do it better,” Stiles says in a low voice, looking up at Brett. “You should’ve interrupted him, showed him how good you can make me feel.” He licks his lips, smiling almost innocently. “Showed him how a werewolf pleases their mate.”

Brett’s eyes flash dangerously, and the next thing he knows, Stiles is pinned to the mattress. Brett is hovering above him, face inches away from his. “Mate is a weighty word to throw around after one date,” he growls. Finally, finally, Brett Talbot’s famous control is cracking. His eyes are still burning yellow, and he’s smirking around what seems to be fangs. Fucking werewolves. “We mate for life, Gorgeous. Let me at least buy you dinner first.” We mate for life, he says, like Stiles doesn’t already know that since he’s been researching werewolves after Scott was bitten.

Stiles laughs and cups Brett’s jaw, pressing his thumb against the corner of his mouth. “I know what I said,” he whispers, and Brett goes very still above him, “and I know what I want.”

Silence hangs in the air for a few very long seconds. Brett closes his eyes, leaning into Stiles’ touch. He takes a deep breath, almost as if he’s gathering his control because when he looks at him again, his eyes are blue and he smirks. “So,” he drawls, brushing their lips together, “I can ruin you for everybody else.”

It doesn’t sound like a question, but Stiles nods anyway. “Yes, ruin me.”

Brett kisses him, sighing softly as if to say what took you so long. A good question, but one Stiles doesn’t want to discuss right now. Because he felt something click into place too. It’s like he’s been waiting for this very moment forever. His eyes flutter shut, and he parts his lips for Brett’s tongue, melting into the kiss. He moves his hand to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer as Brett pushes a hand under his shirt. By the looks of it, Stiles isn’t the only one exceptionally impatient because Brett tugs on it one second and helps getting it over his head the next.

Grinning, Brett lies down next to him.

Stiles licks his lips. “What?”

“I’ve been waiting for this,” Brett says, tracing his fingers over Stiles’ chest. “I’ve been thinking how to talk to you, but you were always with somebody else.” He’s pressing his mouth to his jaw, dragging his thumb over Stiles’ nipple.

Stiles gasps, unable to look away from Brett’s face, whose eyes follow his thumb, tracing invisible lines over his chest, getting closer and closer to the scar across his stomach. Swallowing, Stiles squeezes Brett’s hand and holds his breath. “I—“

“I have tattoos instead of scars.” Brett shifts to lean over him again and kisses the corner of his mouth. “One for being hunted by Monroe.” He lets go of Stiles’ hand and places it over the scar on his stomach. “One for being almost killed with a garrote.” His mouth moves to the crook of his neck, sucking skin between his teeth.

Closing his eyes, Stiles leans his head to the side. The hand on his scar is still present, but he relaxes into the touch, feels heat spreading through his whole body. He whimpers when Brett releases his skin, licking the abused spot before moving down.

“One for being poisoned.” Brett kisses his way down Stiles’ chest. “One for running into an alpha before Satomi took us in.” The hand on his scar moves down, bypassing Stiles’ dick purposefully, to scratch at the inside of his thigh instead. “One for pissing off Cora Hale when I was four.” He looks up at him, smirking now when he drags his lips over the scar, sucking on his skin here and there, probably knowing exactly what he’s doing to Stiles — even though Stiles didn’t even know that was possible. He loathes that thing, and then Brett fucking Talbot comes along, acting as if it’s something to worship. “You’re gorgeous, Stiles, you know that?”

No.

No, he definitely didn’t know that.

But Brett doesn’t expect an answer. He flashes him a grin and moves back up, capturing his lips in a kiss that’s a lot different than the one before; a kiss with teeth capturing his lower lip and curious fingers slipping past boxer briefs and sweatpants to curl around his dick. Stiles moans at the contact, clenching around the plug. Fuck.

Brett chuckles. “So impatient.”

“Yes,” Stiles breathes, and he’s really, really not prepared to drag this out for long — not when he’s fingered himself open, not when he’s worn this fucking plug for however long it took to get from his flat to where he is now, not when Brett’s jerking him off painfully slow. His need is urgent, has been since he came home after their date. “Brett,” he whispers as if he somehow still needed to get the werewolf’s attention. He rolls them around, straddling Brett’s hips, and grabs his hand. Licking his lips, he guides the werewolf’s hands to his ass — unable to stop the moan when a finger bumps against the plug.

Blue eyes flash yellow. “Fuck.” Brett places a finger against the plug, applying just enough pressure that it moves. It’s not much, not much at all, but Stiles whines. It’s no longer enough. He needs more. So much more. Preferably right now.

“Fuck,” Brett repeats. For a few moments, he’s just staring at Stiles, almost as if he’s not entirely sure about what’s happening. But he’s moving the plug in small circles. His other hand starts to work on his own dick, and there’s a look on his face— fuck. “You wanted to go slow,” he whispers, and his eyes darken with every word. The smirk returns. “I didn’t think you’d be so needy.”

Stiles moans. “Please.”

“Okay, okay, Gorgeous.” Brett grabs his waist and turns them around again. It seems like he got the message because he doesn’t waste any time with getting rid of Stiles’ sweatpants and boxer briefs in one go. Brett kisses his shoulder, settling between his thighs, and looks up at him with dark eyes. “You’re going to talk to me, all right? All the way through. I need to know you like what I’m doing.” His fingers dance over the inside of his thighs. Every single touch feels electric.

Stiles laughs breathlessly. He’s not anxious exactly, but his nerves are very present despite feeling more than comfortable with him. “Is that an ego thing?” he asks, reaching up to run his fingers through Brett’s messy hair. This guy has absolutely no business being that pretty, and Stiles shouldn’t have any business being in his hotel bed seconds away from what he can only assume is going to be amazing sex.

“No,” Brett whispers, running his lips over his collarbone before looking up at him, expression serious yet not without a small grin. “But I can only pick up on so much, Gorgeous, and I really—“ he bends down to kiss him “—want you to feel good.” His hand returns to the plug, and he carefully works it out of him.

Stiles whines at the loss, staring at Brett whose eyes are locked on the plug. Something crosses his expression. Stiles licks his lips, curling his fingers around his dick. “Please,” he repeats, and he moans when Brett looks up at him with an unspoken command, “I can’t— don’t tease me.” Brett can tease him all he wants the next time they’re having sex. He doesn’t care. But not tonight. Not tonight. He’s going to lose his mind if Brett isn’t going to get a move on. “There’s lube in my sweatpants.”

Brett chuckles and drops the plug somewhere beside them. “So desperate,” he says in a low voice, but he sits back on his heels to reach for the hastily discarded clothing item. “Can’t say hate it.” He smirks, “but I need you to be a little more patient.”

Grimacing, Stiles props himself up on his elbow. Patience is really not something he has right now. Not even in the slightest. He wraps his fingers around Brett’s dick, dragging his thumb over his tip — Brett’s eyes flutter shut, and he pauses in his movements for a few seconds. There’s a slight flush to his skin. His mouth falls open for a deep breath. Stiles swallows. How can one person look so fucking hot? It’s unfair. So fucking unfair, and Stiles will have his time with exploring every single inch of Brett’s body at one point. But not today.

Well, at least not now.

Brett opens his eyes again. “I’d be a lot quicker if you stopped distracting me.” He grins when he leans down to kiss Stiles, grunting in dismay when Stiles lets go of his dick to curl his fingers in his hair instead — Brett has probably absolutely no clue how head over heels he already is for him. It’s better that way. Brett’s ego is big enough for the two of them. No need to feed it any more.

Stiles runs his hand up and down Brett’s back, dragging his nails over his warm skin. Brett shudders above him, muscles contracting under his touch. He could kiss him forever, touch him forever, just keeping him close and— fuck, seeing Brett leave tomorrow is going to be the fucking worst. The next seven months are going to be even harder, Stiles can already tell. “Brett,” he whispers between kisses, “you’re killing me here. Please.”

Chuckling, Brett breaks the kiss. “You’re impossible.”

“I just really need you,” Stiles whispers, gasping when Brett finally pushes two fingers into him. His eyes flutter shut, and he presses against his hand. Luckily, Brett starts working his fingers in and out of him quickly, almost as if he’s getting more and more impatient himself. That’s more like it. That’s good. A third finger quickly joins the other two. Stiles moans, and he’s reaching for his dick.

But Brett catches his hand. “No,” he says, sounding surprisingly wrecked. “No touching.” He crooks his fingers a little and hits that spot deep inside him.

“Brett.”

Another chuckle reaches his ears. “I’m sorry, what was that?” This fucking— Brett presses a finger against his prostate, massaging it with just enough pressure to be absolutely fucking torturous in the best kind of way.

Stiles curls his hands into fists. “Brett,” he moans, arching his back, pushing against his fingers. Heat burns in his veins, and he feels so— fuck. “Brett, please.” He opens his eyes, swallows, and forgets how to breathe when he sees Brett— his eyes are a bright yellow, lips parted and he doesn’t look away from his fingers buried in Stiles’ ass. That is, that view is a lot. Too much, almost. “Fuck,” Stiles breathes because… air— fucking hell. If this already feels like heaven. “Fuck me, Brett,” he sounds as wrecked as he feels, but he finally gets Brett’s attention again.

And the look he gives him—

Brett lets go of Stiles’ hand and pulls his fingers out. Fuck that feeling. It’s the worst, but it’s only going to get better from here on out. “How do you want me?” he asks, reaching for the lube again.

How do you want me? Stiles takes a deep breath through his nose. This guy is trying to kill him, isn’t he? “I want you inside of me,” Stiles whispers, licking his lips as Brett’s skilled fingers spread the lube over himself. Everything this guy does makes Stiles want him so much more. Even his stupid chuckle makes Stiles want to fuck this jerk even more. He probably should be ashamed of how a single date and a few perfectly chosen words convinced him to throw all of his relationship resolutions out of the window. But there’s just something about Brett, something so fucking addicting. He can’t stay away, and he certainly doesn’t want to.

Taking a deep breath, Brett grabs the base of his dick and positions himself. “Ready?”

Stiles shifts a bit, lifting his legs and hooks them around Brett. “Have been for a while,” he whispers, weirdly thrilled when he gets nothing but a groan in response. His previous partners weren’t particularly vocal, but neither was Stiles. Talking felt extremely awkward. His pleas were usually ignored as well. Brett is attentive, Brett is ready to do whatever Stiles wants him to do, and it’s the best fucking feeling in the world. Words have been all it takes for Stiles to crack and crumble and take the subway with a plug buried inside of him. It says a lot about his previous partners, doesn’t it? So, when Brett finally pushes in, he has absolutely no qualms about begging Brett to hold him close.

And Brett follows the instruction without a flicker of hesitation. “Fuck,” he moans — a sentiment Stiles would very much agree with if he didn’t have to focus so much on breathing. Because fuck, fuck. “You’re tight.”

All Stiles can do is moan breathlessly. He’s not even entirely sure what to do with his hands, so he wraps his arms around Brett the moment he’s close enough and holds onto him while he’s pushing in ever so slowly, making Stiles feel every fucking inch. It’s so good and too much at the same time, and he cannot decide if he just wants Brett to just go for it or stop until Stiles remembers how breathing works.

Brett whispers something into his ear Stiles doesn’t catch because he’s finally buried inside of him, and that’s— Stiles presses his head into the pillow, moaning breathlessly. Fuck. He squeezes his eyes shut tightly and digs his heels into the mattress.

“Talk to me, Gorgeous.” Brett nudges their noses together and runs his right hand up and down Stiles’ side. “What do you want?” Everything. Nothing. He’s never been so fucking overwhelmed yet felt so good during sex. That’s not his experience, and Brett hasn’t even done much yet.

Stiles breathes in through his mouth and reaches for Brett, digging his fingers into his thigh. “Don’t move,” he whispers and forces his eyes open again. “Please.” It doesn’t hurt, not really, but the stretch is still uncomfortable, and — fuck — he needs a minute to get used to Brett’s size.

Brett props himself up and tilts his head to the side, smiling at him. “You okay?”

“More than okay, I just…” he trails off and sighs, taking another deep breath in the hopes of calming down his rapid heart. “Come here.” Stiles tightens his embrace and parts his lips for a kiss. He melts into it, feeling hot and too good and comfortable. They’re so close, so fucking close, and his whole world shrinks until it consists of nothing but Brett and the bed they’re on and the room they’re in. He doesn’t want to think about anything else, feel anything else. Curling his fingers into Brett’s hair, Stiles rolls his hips. They both moan into the kiss and when Stiles does it again, Brett breaks it, eyes squeezed shut tightly. It almost seems like he’s hanging onto shreds of his control. Stiles wonders how much it takes to make him lose it. He runs his fingers through Brett’s hair, moaning into his ear as he keeps moving back and forth.

After a few moments, Brett opens his eyes again. He grins and kisses the shell of Stiles’ ear. “Wanna ride me?” This asshole and his unbreakable grip on his control.

“Yes,” Stiles breathes anyway because he’s never done it before, and he’s got a goal now. This ends with Brett pinning him to the bed and fucking him. He’d probably do it if Stiles asked him to, but where would be the fun in that?

Brett pulls out and rolls onto his back, pushing himself up until he leans against the headboard. His hands immediately find Stiles’ waist when he straddles his hips. He licks his lips.

Stiles grabs Brett’s dick and sinks back onto him. His own patience is cracking too, and he really, really needs to move, and he wants Brett to fuck him as hard as he can — but not because he asked him. He wants Brett to do it because he can’t help it. But cracking Brett Talbot won’t be easy. Stiles starts moving again and grabs the headboard himself for support. Slowly, he builds up speed, raises himself higher, but he makes sure to keep his eyes on Brett, makes sure to keep as close an eye on his expression as possible.

“Fuck,” Brett breathes, banging his head against the headboard. “Stiles—“

Fingers dig into his hips, hopefully leaving bruises, something that reminds Stiles of what’s happening right now, so he can look at himself in the mirror and see the proof until he’s able to see Brett again. Stiles moans, letting his head fall forward. He smirks at Brett, getting another groan in response. Licking his lips, Stiles bends down to kiss him and stops moving. It’s the hardest thing he’s ever done, but Brett makes a sound in the back of his throat and grabs the back of his neck to yank Stiles close — that reaction is fucking worth it.

“You feel so good inside me,” Stiles whispers against Brett’s lips. To be perfectly honest, he’s not entirely sure where this is coming from. He’s never been like this in a relationship. But Brett is— Brett. He makes him feel so fucking amazing, better than he’s ever felt before, and fuck, Stiles wants Brett to know it.

Brett opens his mouth, but Stiles starts moving again, and whatever he’s trying to say goes under in a moan. He keeps him close, trying to kiss him again. But they’re really just breathing into each other’s mouths because, fuck, this new angle makes Brett’s dick brush up against his prostate deliciously every single time. Talented fingers curls around his dick as well, working him perfectly in time to Stiles fucking himself on Brett’s dick. His thighs are going to kill him tomorrow. Brett moans his name, and this time Stiles has to stop moving or he would’ve come right then and there.

He leans his head against Brett’s shoulder, breathing heavily. A growl reaches his ears. It’s so quiet, Stiles is pretty sure he’s not supposed to hear it. He grins and kisses Brett’s shoulder then his jaw. All Stiles wants is to mark his skin, claim him as his the way Brett could. “So good,” he moans into Brett’s ear. If he cannot mark him physically, Stiles is going to make sure he’s going to remember this for as long as possible. Stiles moves once again, keeping his mouth pressed to the shell of Brett’s ear. He moans, curling his right hand around the nape of Brett’s neck. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Brett, fuck.”

Brett bangs his head against the headboard again. His hands return to Stiles’ hips, but this time, he’s not just holding on to him. He moans, and his fingers twitch, almost as if he’s having to remind himself that he gave Stiles full control over this situation.

Stiles bites Brett’s earlobe, slowing his movements again, and comes to another stop. The growl is louder this time, and the grip on his hips tightens, but Brett still resists the urge to move him the way he wants to. Stiles chuckles, “regret it yet?”

“You little shit.”

“To dla mnie przyjemność*, Babe.”

This time, Brett makes no secret of his growl. He lifts Stiles up and pushes him into the mattress. “I’ve been such a gentleman,” he snarls, sinking into him without much of a preamble. “And you, you—“ There’s a dangerous smile on his lips and he leans down until they’re nose to nose. “You think it’s funny to tease me, huh?”

Stiles raises his brows. “A little bit.”

“Oh, Gorgeous, you got the wrong werewolf,” Brett whispers, grabbing Stiles’ wrists to pin them over his head. Yeah, that’s definitely not the wrong werewolf. He’s propping himself up on his elbow and pulls out a little. “If I’d known before,” Brett whispers, thrusting back into him. Oh, fuck. “I would’ve pinned you down the second you walked into my hotel room.” He’s pulling out more each time, starting to fuck him in earnest now. “But you were so innocent this morning.”

Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Stiles wraps his legs around Brett’s waist, moaning with each thrust. His dick is throbbing between them, begging for attention Brett surely isn’t going to give it, not with how tight his hold on Stiles’ wrist is.

“Are you innocent?”

“N—no,” Stiles moans, still remembering Brett’s order to talk to him. “Brett, please.” There’s a familiar pressure building. He’s already so fucking close, and he’s not going to last long with Brett fucking him like that.

And Brett is most likely well aware of it. He presses his lips to the shell of Stiles’ ear. “Regret it yet?” They both know he doesn’t, and Brett doesn’t wait for an answer. He fucks him hard and fast, fucks him like he’s born to do it, whispering words into his ear that make less and less sense. But Stiles doesn’t really care, not when he’s so close, not when every time Brett slams into him, he hits that spot.

“I— I’m—“ Stiles curls his hands into fists, tries to twist them free from the grip, but Brett is making sure he’s not getting free.

“Let go, Gorgeous,” he breathes, kissing the side of his neck and down to his shoulder. “Let go.” He snaps his hips forward.

And just like that, his orgasm slams into him. He’s arching his back, spilling his release over their chests, and clenches around Brett as his climax takes over his whole body for a few blissful moments. His vision blurs, and he squeezes his eyes shut. “Fuck,” he breathes, and he feels like repeating it, because Brett continues to fuck him, but his thrusts are short, without rhythm, and just before it feels like too much, he stills and moans Stiles’ name. The grip around his wrists turns vice-like for a few seconds.

Letting out a breath, Brett collapses on top of him.

Stiles kisses his temple and finally gets his hands back as well. Smiling, he runs his fingers through Brett’s hair. “I thought there’s be more biting involved.”

Brett snorts out a laugh. “You know I can’t claim you as my mate yet, right?” He props himself up, grinning a little. “I’m a beta. Alphas have mates.”

“I knew that.” He totally did not know that. Somehow, that information must’ve slipped past his attention when he researched all of that.

Humming, Brett pushes himself up on his elbows. “So,” he drawls, the grin on his face more than telling — yeah, he’s well aware Stiles had absolutely no idea, “you also know what happens when I claim you as an alpha?” He quirks a brow, probably already aware that the answer to this very question would be no as well. Because Stiles only remembers the whole biting part, and that humans aren’t necessarily turned into werewolves when it’s a claiming bite. That’s most likely why he assumed betas could do it too.

Stiles licks his lips. “What?”

Brett kisses him again, pushing his tongue past pliant lips, and pulls out — not the most pleasant feeling — only to push something smaller back into him. His plug, and his body, the fucking traitor, doesn’t even resist.

“Oh, what—“ Stiles squirms a little, scowling at the weird sensation.

“It’s called a knot.” Brett falls onto his back next to him and pulls Stiles towards him, running a finger up and down his spine. “Your little plug is not at all the right size, but it does the job… for now, at least.” Smirking, Brett presses his finger against the plug again.

Stiles jolts and slaps his chest. “Don’t.” He’s way too sensitive to let him play around right now.

“Want me to take it out?” Brett resumes tracing his spine.

“No.” Stiles glances up at him, grinning a little when he’s faced with burning yellow eyes. Coming here was the best decision he’s made in a very long time.

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* "To dla mnie przyjemność, Babe." - "It's my pleasure, Babe."

#briles #stiles stilinski #brett talbot #teen wolf #brett x stiles #stiles x brett #*tv:teen wolf #*w:complete #*s:briles

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sylvies-chen · 2 years

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firehouse 51 as written aesthetics

(insp.)

Sylvie Brett -> lemon pastries, sunlight refracting on an open lake, rosé, fuzzy socks, the feeling you get when you finally realize you’re enough, laughter that’s soft but not forced, dim lights

Matt Casey -> dusty jeans, freshly mown grass, unspoken words, hand-crafted wooden dressers, bruce springsteen, baseballs, hugs that feel like home, weary eyes, family over everything else

Kelly Severide -> fireplaces, brick walls, cigars, dark oak, whiskey, log cabins, forehead kisses, waking up before the sunrise, black coffee, silver eyes, jumping into water too thick to see into

Stella Kidd -> bass guitar, arcade machines, wet curls in the ocean, screaming songs in the car with the one you love, finally believing in yourself, early 00’s music, tequila, power poses

Blake Gallo -> legs dangling off of ledges, messy hair, bright red alarm clock numbers, running from the cops, peter pan and the lost boys, rocky horror, dogs, red sneakers, rock n’ roll

Darren Ritter -> puppy dog eyes, piano tunes, kind smiles even when you’re tired, sun showers, nervous sweat, card games, dalmatiens, a helping hand, being the mom friend

Violet Mikami -> the freshness of springtime, dark green satin, a sly smirk, sourdough bread, the science of baking, eagerly waiting to sprint in a race, lavender, video game high-scores, fresh tree sap, cursive handwriting

#like for part 2???#chicago fire

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fighterkimburgess · 3 years

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The Missing Thirty Six Hours

Summary: In between their date and the next shift, what happened for Sylvie and Matt? Spoilers for 9x16, obviously.

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI. Like there's not a lot, but c'mon folks, you know the drill. Fingering, sex mentions, piv sex, contraceptives mentions (because Sylvie Brett deserves safe, GOOD sex).

She’d changed her clothes several times, going from a dress to a skirt and blouse to finally her favourite jeans and a nice top. Sylvie knew how good her ass looked in the jeans, knew that the dark colours set off against her skin. And the matching underwear set helped boost her confidence too. But she was still so scared.

She was going on a date with Matt Casey. With the man she loved. Who loved her back. But she was terrified that something would happen to ruin it. That this was all just a dream and he hadn’t said those words he’d said to her on the apron that morning.

But she’d been so scared to admit it, even after he’d told her everything. So scared that her delay - those 48 hours between what he said and what she said - had ruined it for them. And it hadn’t. She’d barely gotten the words out when he kissed her.

And yes, they were going about this backwards. They’d made out months before. They’d both been with other people in between. They’d admitted their love before even going on a date. But this was Matt and Sylvie. They were friends. He was more than a friend to her and she’d finally gotten to admit that to the two of them.

She slipped on her heels and put earrings on, waiting for her phone to buzz that he was downstairs. They’d agreed he’d pick her up, making it a ‘real date’ for the two of them. Instead of her phone, there was a knock on the door. Sylvie checked the spyglass, and Matt was standing there with a bouquet in his hands.

“Hey,” she said as she opened the door, a smile on his face seeing her there.

“Hey yourself. You look fantastic. These are for you.” Matt handed over the flowers, and Sylvie smiled seeing the sunflowers mixed in with the chrysanthemums. “They reminded me of you and this apartment.”

It took a minute for her to put them in water and pick up her jacket, but they locked up quickly and went downstairs. As soon as the door was locked, Matt’s hand found hers, fingers interlocking. She’d never believed in that jolt when you have chemistry with someone, when you’ve found your person, but there was nothing else that would explain how she felt at that very moment.

Matt opened the truck door for her, offering a hand to help her up into the cab. She’d climbed into a truck plenty of times in her life, even into this one, but it was the first time she’d been given help. What could have made her feel less than made her feel dainty and privileged. Matt closed the door for her, getting in on his side. Once he pulled out he put his right hand on her left, holding it for the entire drive to the steakhouse he’d picked for them.

The entire date felt like a dream to Sylvie. She’d been on first dates with coworkers before - with Joe, with Kyle - and they’d always been awkward. The usual “so what’s your job like?” question could never be asked, because they lived through it. But this time it was easy. Matt told her a story about one of the truck only calls, a pile up with few injuries. She told him about the couple with the dolls, and how they’d met through their passion. She left out the Captain doll that she’d seen that had made her realise that her fears weren’t worth it.

They split a lemon meringue tart for dessert, Matt feeding her bites. It was intimate and fun, and she smiled around the fork. The tension between them was rising, both playing the game of acting relaxed. When the bill came she tried to pay, but Matt put his hand on the leather folio first.

“I invited you out, Sylvie. Let me do this for us? You can pay some other time.” She knew they wouldn’t just have this one night, but to hear him come out and actually say it? Say it was going to happen again? It felt perfect.

“If you insist.”

They left, hand in hand again, and Sylvie didn’t want the night to end. It was her and Matt and it felt so perfect.

“What do you want to do now?” He asked, and she turned to look at him. In her heels their normal height difference had her looking up at him, but now they were nearly eye in eye. He’d taken the first step before, now it was her turn to do it.

“Want to come over to my place? I have a nice bottle of wine we could open?” His eyes clouded with lust, and Matt immediately nodded.

“Yeah, definitely.”

The drive back to her apartment was charged, the two of them knowing what was coming. Matt kept his hand on her thigh, his thumb slowly rubbing against the denim. They’d kept their bodies connected for the entire date, only separating when they physically had to. Even when they ate, their ankles were hooked around each other to keep them connected.

The trip to her apartment was both achingly long and thrillingly short. Once they arrived at the door, Matt put his hand on her hip as she unlocked the door and switched off her security system. Once she had it done she went to the kitchen, pulling out two wine glasses and the rose from her fridge. She poured, Matt’s eyes on her the whole way. Once she finished pouring she pulled her heels off, settling her bare feet on the hardwood floors.

“I love you.” He said the words again, and this time instead of the fear and anxiety she’d felt hearing them the first time, she couldn’t stop smiling.

“That’s good, because I love you too, Matt Casey. I am so in love with you.” He reached over and kissed her, slowly and thoughtfully. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she ignored it, focusing on being in Matt’s arms. She didn’t have to worry anymore, she loved him and he loved her and she couldn’t be happier.

These kisses were calmer, briefer. They were kisses when you know there’s more to come, when you don’t need to rush because there’s no time limit on it. They ended up on the couch with their glasses, curled up together. Matt held her close as they talked about everything and nothing, their days, their feelings. She admitted the truth about Greg - she’d dated him because she was convinced she couldn’t have Matt, and he was nice but he wasn’t what she wanted. He told her about Sydney, that he’d gone to ask for a second date but Sydney had told him that it was obvious that he wanted Sylvie.

It was a painful conversation to have, the six months they could have been together laid out in front of them. If they hadn’t been so convinced that they were wrong. If they hadn’t been so convinced that they knew the other person better than themselves. But it wasn’t a night to focus on those regrets. It was the night to celebrate that they were completely and utterly in love with each other, and nothing could stop that.

She stood, pulling Matt up with her. She left her wine glass on the coffee table, he put his on her mantlepiece. Matt put his hands around her hips as she went to her record player, pulling out an album she hadn’t listened to yet but Chloe Cruz had recommended.

“Dance with me?” She asked, his hands immediately around her waist, hers on his jaw. They slow danced smiling, staring at each other. It was her and Matt, and she didn’t want this to end. He kissed her again, the two still swaying as the kiss deepened. The last time he’d kissed her at this spot in her apartment they were frantic and needy, but this was nearly domestic for the two of them. The album side ended, a slow silence in the air.

“I’m gonna go take my earrings off,” she whispered, letting his hands go and wandering into her bedroom. They were beautiful but heavy, and she stood in front of the mirror, carefully removing her jewellery. She was about to have sex with Matt Casey, and Sylvie Brett couldn’t wait.

There was movement behind her, and she watched Matt walk in rakishly, his wine glass in his hand. He put it down on her dresser, standing behind her and kissing her neck, unzipping her blouse and pulling it over her head. She smiled as he put it on her rail, instead of throwing it on the ground. Sylvie’s hands went to his belt, unbuckling it with a steadiness she didn’t know she had. Matt stepped back as she did, pulling his sweater over his head and off. She looked at him, not believing that he was hers. She got to be with Matt. They’d done it. He came back to her, cradling her head with his hands.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, and she stood on tiptoe to kiss him. She knew objectively she looked good, but for him to say it like that? Like she was a deity and he was worshipping her? It was everything she never knew she needed.

Normally sex with a new partner was scary, and there was the awkward manoeuvring and weird body moments. This was easy. Once they were both naked - and Sylvie almost didn’t realise Matt was getting her out of her underwear as she pulled his boxers down - he lead them to her bed, getting Sylvie to straddle his lap. His fingers found her clit, rolling it and making her moan in pleasure. Her noises encouraged him, and she felt his fingers enter her, immediately arching and hitting that spot. It was perfect, and she came staring into his eyes, moaning his name on her exhale. It was intimate and so perfect.

Once she’d recovered from her orgasm, Sylvie pulled a condom from her nightstand, rolling it onto Matt. He settled her above him, letting her set the pace as she slid onto him. He stretched her just the right side of too full, and Sylvie closed her eyes in pleasure. They moved as one, Sylvie grasping his hair, and she felt his fingers run through her waves, tugging gently. She didn’t think she could, but she rolled over that edge again, Matt following soon after as he laid on top of her, his arms supporting most of his weight.

Even after they’d finished, through the cleanup and the usual post sex awkwardness, there was none of that. They stayed connected, holding hands or feet beside each other. Sylvie found an old oversized tee, passing it over to Matt to wear. He naturally gravitated to the right side of the bed, she on her usual left. Sylvie had always been nervous about cuddling with a guy at night - what if he didn’t like it? Harrison had put up with her cuddles, Antonio had just refused to fall asleep curled up together. Kyle did, but she always thought he did it because she gave up so much for him. And she’d never stayed over with Greg long enough to know what it was like.

Tonight though, once she got into bed Matt put his arm over her. “Can I be big spoon?” He asked, his voice murky with sleep.

“Sounds perfect,” Sylvie replied, scooting back in his arms until her back was at his chest, his arms holding her securely.

“Goodnight, I love you,” Matt said, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

“Goodnight, I love you too,” she replied, kissing his hand in response.

The next morning she woke in almost the same position, but with Matt kissing along her jawline. It hadn’t been a beautiful dream, she was waking up in Matt’s arms, and he was beside her. She turned over, staring into his eyes with his five o’clock shadow starting to show.

“I realised, there was one conversation we didn’t have last night,” Matt murmured, reaching down to kiss her. Sylvie tried dodging the kiss.

“Morning breath!” She said, trying to escape, but he didn’t care.

“I love everything about you, even your morning breath,” he murmured, kissing her and Sylvie let herself forget about it. It was her and Matt and it was perfect. When they separated he looked at her. “But we didn’t have the conversation, and we’ve jumped past about ten steps. So I’m asking, will you be my girlfriend?”

Sylvie laughed, her giggle ringing in the air. “It sounds so high school, but yes. I’ll be your girlfriend, Matthew Casey.”

Once they finally separated, sated for each other but not for food, Sylvie threw on a tee and underwear to make breakfast for them. They worked perfectly in sync, Matt mixing pancake batter while Sylvie cooked bacon and made coffee. She finally picked up her phone, realising she hadn’t checked it since she’d left with Matt the previous evening. There were three missed calls from Stella, and twenty two texts. She opened them, laughing at her friend’s tone.

You’re not at Molly’s. Why?

Casey’s not here either.

SYLVIE BRETT WHAT ARE YOU DOING TONIGHT?

Casey just texted Kelly that he’s on a date

Are you on a date?

Please remember to practice safe sex, I don’t need my maid of honour pregnant by the best man at the wedding.

The rest of the texts continued in a similar vein, Sylvie smiling at them.

“So you’re Severide’s best man?” She asked, watching Matt flip pancakes.

“Did Stella tell you? He asked me during shift while I was freaking out about what to say to you. I couldn’t say no, he’s my best friend.” He pulled the pancakes off the pan onto a plate, pouring out batter for the next ones.

“Yeah, she did. You don’t even want to know what she told me.” Matt grabbed the phone out of Sylvie’s hand at her words, a smirk on his face.

“Can I read?”

“Just those ones on screen!” She watched his face as he read the texts, immediately knowing when he got to the safe sex one.

“Having my girlfriend and the woman who’s like a sister to me being best friends is going to make my life interesting,” he said, returning her phone and kissing her softly.

They spent the day curled up watching tv. Sylvie had had plans - she wanted to do a peloton class because her spin gym wasn’t back open yet. She’d wanted to go shopping, pick up some summer clothes now the weather was finally improving. Instead she and Matt pressed lazy kisses to each other, soaking up the touch and intimacy they’d denied themselves for so long. It wasn’t even particularly sexual, the flush of finally requited love mixed with their long standing friendship making them both so happy to be together.

After they ate the takeout dinner Sylvie bought, Matt scratched his head.

“I should probably go back to the loft. I don’t want to, but we’re on shift in the morning and I don’t have any clothes here.” The last thing Sylvie wanted was for him to leave, for them to be separated for any longer than they absolutely had to be. Stupid work and being responsible, pulling them out of their new relationship bubble.

“Stay the night and go to the loft in the morning to shower and change. I just…twenty four hours hasn’t been enough.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Matt’s lips were on hers. She could taste his curry, the beer they’d split, that taste that was Matt. Every time she kissed him it was intoxicating, feeling his scent surround her. He lifted her onto his lap, before carrying her the same way he had the first time they’d kissed, bringing her into the bedroom.

Their soft time had run out, this time was clashing teeth and months - years really - of sexual frustration and want. She felt him pull her head back with her hair, a groan let out. It was Matt and she could still feel the love between the two of them, but this time it was just so much more.

Her alarm went off at five thirty the next morning, and she was filled with regret. Regret that there was only forty eight hours between shifts. Regret that they couldn’t spend their day together like they wanted. Regret that they had a career that meant they did twenty four hours on shift, and that would be twenty four hours they couldn’t be as close as they had been for.

She made her way out of bed, watching Matt stand.

“Want to shower here? Then it’s just to the loft and change before work?” She was being greedy wanting so much time with him, she knew, but when his smile lit up his face she knew she’d made the right offer.

The movies made shower sex seem easy, but they slid and wobbled, laughing their way to their individual releases. Matt washed her hair, massaging her head as he rubbed the strawberry shampoo and conditioner into her scalp. He bent down to let her wash his hair, a smile on his face as he did. They dried together, and Matt brushed out her hair, watching as she straightened it with a towel still around her.

“I really need to go…I love you. See you on shift.” He kissed her goodbye, and Sylvie smiled sadly.

“I love you too. Matt!” She called as he walked away, watching him turn around. “You might want to wear your collar slightly raised. I might have left a mark.” He came back over and looked, a smile on his face. Without her even realising what he was doing he leaned down, pressing his lips to where her neck and shoulder met, sucking his own mark that would be just covered by her hair.

“Now we match.” He kissed her cheek and walked out, and Sylvie immediately noticed the apartment feeling emptier. But it was less than ninety minutes to shift, she had to get a move on.

She dressed, smiling at the realisation that Matt had put her coffee machine on for her. Once she drank she rinsed the mug and put it in the dishwasher, packing up her bag and heading out. Before she left the apartment her phone rang, Stella’s name and face appearing. It was better getting this conversation out of the way before the firehouse. Some things could just stay between them.

“Yes? I’m about to head to work.”

“Just a question. Is there a reason my roommate arrived home about half an hour ago smelling like your shampoo and body wash, wearing the same jeans and sweater he left in two days ago?” Stella Kidd was nothing if not direct.

“If you’re asking if my boyfriend left here about forty minutes ago after using my shampoo because he needed to get changed for work, yes he did.”

“Yes! Kelly, you’re buying the coffee this morning. I was right about it.” She heard Stella crow down the phone, Severide’s voice barely audible “Seriously? Damn, Casey’s got game. See you in work, Brett!”

“I’m going now, I’ll talk to you later. But we’re happy and I’m good.” Sylvie said, grinning at the memories of the few days.

“That’s all we want for both of you, you know that.”

The entire morning in the house the energy was different between the two of them. Gone was the awkwardness that had permeated their situation for the last few months, gone was the awkward looks between the two of them. Instead Sylvie sat in her seat in the common room filling out paperwork, chatting away with everyone. She put her head down to get it done, but overheard Gallo.

“Look, Casey’s finally in a good mood. I don’t know why, but I’m happy for him. It’s been like his puppy died the last few months around here,” he murmured to Violet and Ritter, and Sylvie watched them out of the corner of her eye.

“You seriously have no idea?” Ritter responded, staring at the other firefighter.

“Did you not see the look on my partner’s face today? That was I’m in a new relationship if ever I’ve seen it,” Violet said, and Sylvie raised her head, smiling at her partner who nodded back.

“Whatever. I’ve never seen anything between them.”

They were about to have lunch when the bells went

Squad 3, Ambulance 61, boat in distress on Lake Michigan at the marina.

Matt looked over at her, raising an eyebrow as she stood. Sylvie nodded in return, watching as he stood and gave her a quick kiss.

“Be safe, I love you.”

“I love you too,” she murmured, squeezing his hand as they left.

As she and Violet left the common room, she heard Gallo’s moment of “I never saw it coming!”

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farfarawaygirl · 3 years

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So are we in agreement that when Brett and Casey get it together and are all domestic and have their own thanksgivings and Christmases with their kids, Gallo comes over and is apart of the fam 🥰

And he’s like the older brother that babysits and tires the kids out.

I like the energy of this ask!

Gallo totally babysits! The kids LOVE him! But, when Uncle Ritter babysits instead its even better, because he brings Tuesday! Gallo tries not to be insanely jealous, because Tuesday is a dog, but he totally is!

I picture Matt and Sylvie’s house as the place to go when you need, well, anything. A cup of sugar? sure, they’ve got you. Relationship advice? Sylvie will absolutely listen, and tell you about the journey it took for her and Matt to happen. Need help with a household project? Matt’s got tools! Even when people start to grow older, it’s a safe place, Otis Cruz crashes on their couch after his first teenage fight with his parents. Tuesday spends a whole month with them when Ritter finalizes a move in with his partner.

Christmas with the Casey’s is a whole thing. Sylvie likes real trees, and Matt makes gifts by freaking hand, Sylvie can whip up a scarf or a beanie in a single night. They always host (shift allowing) and invite anyone who might not have a place to go. Gallo spends the first five years of their marriage on the couch, being woken up by Amelia, or later one of the Casey boys. It’s bliss.

Sylvie likes to say that the house chose them, because it’s a lot of work, and honestly sometimes it feels like they bit off more than they can chew... but, when they reveal a newly updated room, everyone always says how it’s the perfect blend of Matt and Sylvie. She makes him pick bolder colours, and brighter patterns, but Matt always comes up with unique ways to make it beautiful and serviceable. Obviously they have lemon wallpaper in the kitchen.

#sylvie brett #brettsey #chicago fire #matt casey #it’s always been you #she’s his whole heart #ask emma #sylvie brett x matt casey #brett x casey

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perfectdisastcr · 3 years

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💗 i would like a list of all 3 million potential pairings please 🙈

my god, i would love to take the time out of my day to give that to you, and just know that we can ship literally anybody and everybody because that’s all we ever do in the first place and you know how much i love doing that with you too. my favorite writing partner everybody, bre is hands down the best partner in the whole world, and i’m lucky enough to be able to have her at all. she’s mine and i’m never going to let her go because i love her so much! she’s literally the best thing to ever happen to me and i know i wouldn’t be here through the shitty times and all without her! everybody better go follow her right now and send her all the love i swear to god, because she’s the only person on this hell site that shows me the attention that i deserve! also that list of potential pairings is below the cut, and don’t say i didn’t warn you. 👀

send 💗 if you’re open to the possibility of a romantic ship eventually happening between our muses

all these characters are up for shipping with all your characters:

alex gardiner (paul rudd) alexander hamilton (lin-manuel miranda) alex mullner (brant daughterty) alice liddell (madelyn cline) alisha khara (jameela jamil) annie abel (luna blaise/anya chalotra) antonia moreno (victoria justice) apollonia levine (anastasia karanikolaou) arthur pendragon (niall horan) ashley spinelli (ursula corbero) aspen rhodes (sofia black-d'elia) astrid porter (karlie kloss) audrey ramirez (selena gomez) august khalil (rami malek) axel turner (charlie weber/skeet ulrich) aziz hassan (riz ahmed) bailee rose (jenny boyd) bambi prince (lachlan watson) barbie roberts (kate upton) barley lightfoot (michael clifford) beatriz velasco (camila cabello/diane guerrero) beau hester (froy gutierrez) beck collins (joe keery) bellatrix lestrange (carmela zumbado) belle dubois (margaret qualley) belle summers (candice king) berliouz bonfamille (alex fitzalan) bernard davenport (gavin leatherwood) billie groves (kiana lede/emmy raver-lampman) billy hargrove (dacre montgomery) bindi culver (meg donnelly/rachel mcadams) bo-peep ‘bo’ patterson (amanda seyfried) brady gardiner (nathaniel buzolic) brielle stewart (alexandra daddario) bronwyn pierson (madelaine petsch) buzz lightyear (paul mescal/chris pine) calliope jung (phillipa soo) camille aguilar (jeanine mason) carl fredricksen (tye sheridan) celeste quintana (rosalia/maite perroni) chandler armstrong (iwan rheon) cinderella tremaine (lily james) clementine ahn (jamie chung) cliff egan (stephen amell) colleen lowell (jodie comer) connor catrell (thomas doherty) copper slade (nick jonas) cordelia goodwin (ryan destiny/candice patton) coriander thompson (dacre montgomery/chris evans) cornelius robinson (simon baker) cruella de vil (melanie martinez) cyrus quinney (owen joyner) daisy vaughn (isabella gomez/aimee carrero) dakota atkins (amber midthunder) dale monks (keiynan lonsdale) dalton davis (harris dickinson) daniela ‘dani’ costello (becky g/eva longoria) dash parr (jaden smith) delilah diaz (camila cabello/diane guerrero) delphine washington (antonia thomas) delta montgomery (manu gavassi) denver koch (thomas elms) devon montgomery (iain de caestecker) diego hargreeves (david castaneda) dorcas meadowes (ariela barer) dory blau (julia louise-dreyfus) duke blaise (ashley graham & matthew daddario — reincarnated) duncan traeger (zac efron) edmund whittaker (richard madden) edwin orwell (nicholas galitzine) elena flores (jenna ortega) eleonora moretti (benedetta gargari) eleven (millie bobby brown) elio montgomery (noah schnapp/brendon urie) elisabeth ‘elsa’ andersson (candice king) elliott murdoch (kj apa) eloise thompson (taylor hill/zoey deutch) elwood leith (sam claflin) emerson wheaton (beau mirchoff) emily sondheim (eve fraser) emmy silverstein (nat wolff/michiel huisman) ericka ‘ricki’ santos (danna paola) esmeralda guybertaut (priyanka chopra) everest sorenson (adam driver) ezekiel ‘zeke’ bauer (neels visser) fa mulan (awkwafina) felix dawson (lukas gage) ferris rockwell 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#outoftrash #ncwperspective

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justoneofthoseghosts · 2 years

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Hello! I'll select I'll Keep An Eye On You, If You Keep One On Me for this one.

It's the first multi chapter fic I wrote because I wanted to try my hand at something more than a one shot. This one diverges from canon after 8x01 and I came up with it based on a what if scenario where Brett does get married to the Chaplain and stays in Indiana but they end up getting a divorce and she runs into Casey in Fowlerton because he gets lost on the way to Indianapolis.

I took a few things from seasons 8 and 9 and weaved it into the storyline of what would be a season 9 ish alternative in terms of timeline. The chapters are broken down per season starting with summer, the inspiration of which I got from the Gilmore Girls Netflix special. I didn't want it to be too long just yet because I didn't know if my attention span and schedule could handle writing something super long.

One of my favorite parts to write was this one from the 3rd chapter because I could clearly picture it in my head. The snow falling and Matt standing there handing Sylvie a Christmas present he bought even before they got into a bout of miscommunication. It felt very dreamy in my head, if that makes sense!

As Sylvie is walking to her car, she hears Matt calling after her. She spins around and notes that he doesn’t have his coat on, “aren’t you freezing?” she laughs.

“I wanted to apologize again for being a total asshole. And I really needed to hear it so thank you,” Matt says sincerely, a small lopsided smile appearing on his lips.

Sylvie shrugs, “that’s what friends are for.” Sometimes she thinks they can be more but maybe that’s just wishful thinking.

“Right,” Matt agrees as he holds out a neatly wrapped present. The gift wrapper isn’t a holiday design but rather lemons like the wallpaper in her kitchen, “Merry Christmas, Sylvie.”

Even in the middle of the night with little flakes of snow falling from the sky, Sylvie immediately feels her insides warm. She reaches out and takes the gift from Matt. His eyes never leave her face as she does so and the heat in his gaze makes her start to flush. She clutches his arm with her gloved hand and presses a soft kiss to his cheek, “Merry Christmas, Matt.”

When Sylvie gets home, she sits on her couch and reads the card attached to her present.

Something to remind you of home.

This story remains one of my favorite ones! Thanks for the ask!

#brettsey #brettsey fanfic #I'll keep an eye on you if you keep one on me

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sacred-algae · 3 years

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Nights Like These

It's no secret that Todd is bad at feelings. Bad at expressing them, bad at handling them. Really bad at handling them. Because Dirk has a boyfriend. A boyfriend who isn't Todd. And it tears him apart. All he ever feels any more is hopelessness. And tonight was no different. Until it was. It was about to be VERY different.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2,851

It was nights like these where Todd didn’t like to think. He wished he was incapable of thinking. Screw that, he wished he didn’t love him.

He’d never been in love before and oh how he wishes he wasn’t right now.

Because this sucked. It hurt like hell.

Having to see him every day. See his beautiful smile and perfect eyes and know that he didn’t love him back.

Being in love with Dirk was one thing a month ago.

He always knew he liked him, well, not always, but when he realized he was in love with him… That was another story.

He felt like he was walking on air when he realized it. He realized how lucky he was to have him in his life and how happy he made him.

He even started flirting with him, to no avail but he still did.

And it felt right. One day he would get the courage to ask him out.

But before that day came… the worst day of his life came.

He got a boyfriend.

A boyfriend that wasn’t Todd.

And ever since then it’s been “Brett this, Brett that,” and he wanted to punch that bastard right in the nose!

… But he made Dirk happy. And so Todd was happy if he was happy.

Scratch that. Todd was very unhappy.

He wanted to die every time Brett kissed Dirk, he wanted to cry every time he saw them holding hands, he wanted to punch the wall when he heard the exchange of pet-names, he wanted to scream every time smiled at his phone after getting a text from him.

He was miserable. He had gone from being depressed before Dirk to being the happiest in his life to being happier to being even more depressed and it was horrible.

So yes, he thought about this every night. What made this night worse than the other nights, what made this night “nights like these”?

It was date night.

The night of the week where he wanted to curl up in a ball and cry.

So he did.

And he sobbed.

And to make matters worse, his episodes have always been more emotionally fueled so “date night” was always a reliable alarm clock for his body to betray him.

And to make matters even worse, it was their one month anniversary, and Dirk was all excited about their big date.

So he had to buckle up for a long, sleepless, painful, night.

And his first attack of the night was over.

He sat on the bathroom floor, huddled in the corner between the sink cabinet and the wall, shaking violently as his post-attack nerves calmed down. Breathing heavily as tears streamed down his hot face, head whirring.

And it was only 10:00.

It was only 10:00 when he heard a knock on his door.

Stumbling, he stood up and wiped his eyes on his flannel sleeve as he approached the door.

And he was ready to kill a bitch when he saw who was on the other side of the door, sobbing.

“Oh my god, Dirk what happened? Are you ok?”

He flung himself into Todd’s arms. “He pulled a Warner, Todd,” he choked between tears.

“He pulled a what?” Todd stood flabbergasted, not quite sure on whether or not he should return the hug, but then he did, Dirk needed him.

“Like that musical, Pink Lawyer.”

“Oh, you mean Legally Blonde? And that was a movie before it was a musical.”

“But I like the musical better. I like the song 'Gay or European', it's like a song about me.”

“Whatever you say, Dirk. What happened, what do you mean he pulled a Warner?” And then it hit him, “Oh my god, he didn’t!”

“Mmhmm,” Dirk gave a sad, affirmative hum and nodded into Todd’s shoulder.

“On your anniversary?! THAT DICK!”

Dirk laughed slightly.

“What-” Todd wasn’t good at this, in fact, he was very bad at this. “What do you need?”

Dirk pulled back and looked at Todd confused. His eyes red, swollen, and glossy. He hated seeing him like this. He wanted to hold him until the end of time and make sure he was never upset again. The things he was going to say to Brett- but he needed to focus on Dirk right now.

“I mean, you came to me for a reason, right? What do you need?”

He stood silent for a moment, not really understanding the question. In all honesty, his brain couldn’t process much at the moment. “Right, why I’m here, um, yes! I-” he sighed, “I don’t know. Universe said I should come here.”

Damn you universe, Todd thought.

“Ok.” His mind shuffled around the possible answers to this. In the past he would have made some flirty joke like, “oh, the universe wanted you to be here, huh?” or something or other but he wasn’t past Todd. He was present Todd and he would be there for Dirk. And he doubted the universe actually wanted that to be honest. He would always just be friends with Dirk. Hopelessly and endlessly. “Come in then, want to talk?”

“Maybe,” he sniffed as he walked in. “I don’t know. I just want to be here.” He paused for a moment. “Do you have any tea?”

Todd smiled, “Always.” He walked over to the kitchenette and dug through the pantries as Dirk sat down. “What type?”

Dirk beamed, “You have more than one type? You don’t even like tea.”

Todd had started keeping tea around in case of situations like these. Not break-ups specifically, he hadn’t planned for those, but any situation where Dirk needed some comfort. And he didn’t know what Dirk preferred so he just bought a lot of different types.

“Yeah, what type?”

“I don’t know. Do you have lemon? Sour tea to fit my sour mood.” He sunk into the sofa.

“Don’t be like that, Dirk.” He heated up a mug of water in the microwave, receiving a wince from Dirk but he was just happy Todd was trying. “I’m assuming you want milk and sugar in it?”

“Yes, please.” Todd chuckled.

He put the teabag in the mug and grabbed the milk carton, a spoon, and the sugar and clumsily carried it all back to the couch.

“Thank you, Todd.” He smiled through his pooling grey-blue eyes.

They sat like that for a while. Staring at the wall. A million thoughts flooding through their heads.

The main one in Todd’s head? He was going to fucking kill Brett. He should have fucking known, with a name like Brett. And his stupid books, and his stupid sweater vests, and his stupid perfect hair, and his stupid collection of snobby tea. Now that he thinks about it he was really perfect for Dirk, Dirk didn’t want some punk-reject. He wanted an elegant refined man, not a scrumpy hobbit asshole of a man. NO! Brett was a dick. An absolute dick and he hurt Dirk. No one hurts Dirk on Todd’s watch. Not unless they want to get killed.

It wasn’t like he couldn’t do it. He could blame it on a holistic situation next case. Yes, brilliant. He would find some way to drag him into it push him into the danger. It was perfect, foolproof, and oh my fucking god was he really plotting a murder right now? He needed to focus on Dirk. Who had just started crying again, oh god he was bad at this.

Todd looked over to him. He sat rigidly. The warm mug in his hands, somewhat of a grounding stim, his head tucked into his chest as his tears fell.

He cleared his throat and nervously spoke up. “Need to talk about it? Sometimes venting helps.”

Dirk bit his lip and wordlessly nodded before turning to Todd.

“It was a stupid reason, really,” he sniffled.

“Any reason to break up with someone as amazing as you is stupid in my books.” Dirk smiled. Smiling was good.

“No. There are plenty of good reasons. I’m annoying, I talk too much, I’m dangerous, I’m an idiotic fool-”

“Stop with all the negative talk,” Todd said sternly.

“But it really was a stupidly stupid reason. I… I was telling him the story of our cases-”

“Ooo which one?”

“The Coconut Caper.” He set the mug down on the coffee table with the rest of the stuff Todd had brought out.

“That was a fun one,” They laughed for a moment reminiscing on it. The Coconut Caper was one of their more… well… heated cases. There was a lot of tension there on both their parts, but both of them only recognized his own feelings and was completely oblivious as to the other’s.

“So I was telling him the story and out of nowhere, he got mad! He said… he said he was tired of hearing about you.”

What?

“That it’s always ‘Todd, this and Todd, that’ and he was sick of it. And- and,” he stuttered to get the words out. “And said he was sick of it, and that it was all I ever talked about and- and,” He fell into Todd’s shoulder, covering his face with his hands. Regretting what he was about to say before he even said it, but Todd asked so he would say it. He would play it off as if it wasn’t true. “He said he thought I was in love with you… and then he dumped me!”

A question burned into the back of Todd’s mind. A question he knew he shouldn’t ask for fear of losing everything, and pushing Dirk farther than he needed tonight... But the question remained, it refused to leave. It wasn’t going to go away unless he asked.

So Todd made the rash decision to ask said question, a decision he knew as the sentence formed out of his mouth he would later regret as he already knew the answer but something told him he didn’t know the full truth. He needed the full truth. He needed all of it.

And so he asked the question.

“Dirk, do you love me?” His voice shook like the after-shock in a house seated across the street from a quarry. His face burning hot, his own eyes filling with salty betrayal.

“Uh-buh-buh-buh,” He sat up abruptly, straightening himself out, his mouth flapped like a fish. “What an odd question, Todd.” Dirk sat back up with a very bad look of hiding the truth. Todd almost let the corners of his mouth upturn. He thought he knew the answer, and he thought it might be the one he wanted after all of this time.

“Dirk, answer the question.” His voice slowly losing its tough persona.

“You see, it’s a very complex answer, that question, Todd.”

“Answer the goddamn question!”

“Ok fine. You want the truth? Here’s the truth! I’m in love with you... I always have been but I know you don’t love me and so that’s why I started dating Brett.”

“Dirk-” His voice even softer now, a pang in his chest, heartbreaking at the thought of Dirk not knowing and feeling the way he did, knowing Dirk felt all of the pain Todd did.

“LET ME FINISH. I thought if I dated someone else I would forget about you and stop loving you but the truth is I can’t.” He started crying, again. “I can’t forget you. I can’t, Todd. I’m sorry-”

“Dirk-” More insistent.

“SHUT UP FOR ONE BLOODY FUCKING MINUTE AND LET ME FUCKING GET THIS OVER WITH BECAUSE THIS IS FUCKING HARD!” Woah. He shouted at the top of his lungs before returning to normal, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Half apologizing for freaking out and half apologizing for his feelings. “I am. I can’t help it, I can’t help that I love you but I do.”

He sped up almost incoherently, vomiting out words, not caring if he was repeating himself or saying things that didn’t make sense. Let him choose his words and tone for this ok? Like he said, this was hard. “Just promise me, promise me you won’t leave because I don’t think I could take it because honestly you saved my life in so many ways not only physical and I couldn’t bear if you left so promise me you won't leave and I don’t care if you aren’t my best friend anymore just don’t drop off the face of the earth and promise me-”

“Dirk-”

“SHUT UP, TODD.”

“I LOVE YOU!”

Dirk jolted back, not quite sure if he heard Todd right. If his mind was playing tricks on him, if Todd was playing tricks on him.

“Oh, now you’re just being cruel.” His voice accusatory.

“No, I do!” His voice defensive.

“You’re just saying that to shut me up. Because I’m annoying and stupid and-”

“What did I say about saying that about yourself?”

“Not to.” He pouted, “But you don’t. I think I would have figured that out by now.”

“I didn’t figure it out”

“Yes, but you’re just saying that. How do I know you love me?”

Todd smiled. The first time he smiled that night.

“Because I do. Because you changed me. You made me a better person. And my life was boring before I knew you. And it sucked. And I know that doesn’t mean much but this does. And I wish you could see yourself like I do. The amazing, kind, wonderfully-crazy, funny and, not going to lie, sexy man you are.” Dirk chuckled and hid his face. “I want you to know that you make my life better. You give me a meaning and purpose I didn’t have before. You make me happy, Dirk. You make me so happy. And I hope that’s enough for you to know that I do love you and I’m not just ‘saying it’.”

“I’m sorry, Todd.” He looked up, holding back more tears. This was a night very much filled with tears.

Todd shook his head confused, “For what?”

“For yelling, and assuming you were lying.”

“Nah, I get it. I’m an asshole. I wouldn’t believe me either.”

“Ok, if I’m not allowed to say I’m stupid and annoying you definitely aren’t allowed to call yourself an asshole. We both know how I feel about you calling yourself that.”

“Ok, how about dickhead?” He laughed and Dirk playfully shoved him.

“That might be worse.”

All of the anxiety was slowly wearing off, and it left them in a quiet moment.

A very quiet moment.

Too quiet.

They stared at each other, smiling. Heat rising to their faces, ok maybe they were just too angry and sad to notice it earlier but they were both made suddenly aware of their red faces.

“God, this is awkward,” Dirk mumbled as he twiddled with his thumbs.

“Yep,” Todd replied.

Silent again.

How did they manage that?

And then Dirk realized something.

Something big.

His eyes widened and Todd immediately recognized the expression. Dirk had figured something out. Something holistic.

And before Todd had any time to respond. Any time to process…

Dirk’s mouth was on his.

He leapt forward, not thinking, much like he did with everything in his life. He never thought. Ever. It was quite relaxing actually.

Unaware of his brute force, that combined with Todd’s shock had sent them spiraling backwards into the couch. Todd’s eyes wide.

And all he could think, well, no, he couldn’t think. All he could feel was, “Oh my god this is actually happening! Is this happening? It better be fucking happening, and holy shit his lips are soft- ” Soft despite the fact that the kiss was awkwardly aggressive and very quick. It all happened in about a second. One second before Dirk realized what he had done.

He pulled back extremely suddenly, but still hovering over Todd as the couch swallowed him whole, cheeks fire-engine red, spilling out his words in a perfectly Dirk-y way.

“Oh-my-god-I’m-so-sorry-I-didn't-ask-first-and-I-didn't-think-and-I-just-did-and-did-I-just-mess-up-did-I-misjudge-the-situation-I’m-so-stupid-and-oh-no-am-I-squishing-you?!”

And Todd just smiled and grabbed the sides of his jacket, pulling his face back down to his, and he kissed him. This time properly.

And Dirk melted at the touch. This was nothing like kissing Brett, this felt right, safe, home. Like the entire universe had been preparing for this moment.

It started soft and slow, meant to show Dirk how much he meant everything he said, how much he loved him. And then he started to realize that it was finally happening, and he hungered for more, and Dirk obliged, sending their kiss deeper and deeper. Fully enveloping themselves in each other, in this perfect kiss, this perfect moment. This moment where everything was as it was supposed to be for once.

All they could think of was each other and how for the love of God had they not done this sooner.

Breathless, Todd pulled back and moved his arms around Dirk’s neck, and looked fondly into his eyes.

“I-I think… I think I know why the universe wanted me to come here.” Dirk breathed with a wide smile brandishing his swollen, pink lips.

Todd laughed, “You think?”

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The Greatest Show

A Million Dreams Reprise/ Come Alive

A new series- all chapters are based on each song from ‘The Greatest Showman’

Characters belong to Pixelberry except MC - Amber Smith-Beaumont

Warnings: Swearing, sarcasm 😉, smut

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******

Amber stood in the tent along with the other suitors, her mind was lost in thought- That would just be a waste- you’re too handsome. Regretting what she said, she had probably lost her only friend she had made here in the short amount of time. Overhearing Kiara gush about Drake to the other women, she felt jealous. Not knowing why- she had Brett even if he treat her like shit. As she explained to Maxwell she had made her bed and needed to lay in it.

“You and Drake have always been close, maybe he will understand that you are both supposed to be together once the social season is over.” Penelope explained softly to her best friend.

“Kiara you aren’t his type, get over it! What do you think Amber?” Olivia pulled Amber into the conversation.

“Sorry. What are you talking about?” Lying she knew exactly what they was discussing- instead she just chose not to get herself involved.

“What type of girl do you think Walker is in to?”

“How do I know? I’ve only just met him.”

“But you danced with him earlier on this morning.” Olivia stated stirring the pot- whilst Kiara gave Amber dagger eyes.

“I danced with Maxwell too, what’s that got to do with anything? I’m rusty with all this shit. I haven’t been here in a couple of years. And with Bertrand, he expects me to turn into a noble at the click of a finger- but no offence I don’t want to be like you guys.”

“You danced with Drake?” Kiara barely whimpered. Green with envy she wondered what the new girl had that she didn’t.

“Maxwell forced it. You know how persistent he is.”

“Stay away from Drake, he belongs to Kiara.” Penelope and Kiara stood in front of Amber, practically suffocating her.

“Even if he hates her? Okay then Lady Penelope. Whatever. Anyone else’s arse you want to suck up to? Because with me- you can kiss my ass instead! Excuse me ladies, I’m going to find my family before the next event.”

*****

Leo and Liam were still sat in the private tent, wondering if Drake had been kidnapped- usually he would go to the bar and return immediately. Focusing his gaze towards the suitors tent, Leo witnessed a commotion between the ladies.

“Oh shit! Kiara and Penelope look as if they are about to hit Amber. We need to get down there now! Where the fuck is Drake?” Liam averted his gaze towards the tent, hoping that Olivia wasn’t the instigator- another reason for his father to convince him that she isn’t suitable for the role of Queen.

“I don’t know. Liv is there. She will look after Amber... or maybe not. Where is she going?”

“I don’t know Liam. She will be okay won’t she?”

“She seems strong enough. Sensible enough to remove herself from the situation.”

“That mouth of hers will protect her.” Returning to their conversation, they both kept an eye on the tent - knowing if anything else was to elaborate they would spring into action resolving the situation.

*****

Not knowing where she was going she headed to a stable, just to save herself from knocking Kiara and Penelope straight out.

“Who the fuck does she think she is? That girl must have a millions dreams keeping her awake. Dreams about Drake. Penelope needs to butt out- she needs to get a hobby or something?” Noticing a horse neighing, she pat it’s nose- hoping to calm it down. The door slammed shut due to the breeze- scaring the horse and herself, deep down she was becoming panic stricken. Why do I always end up in the shit? Hearing a knock on the door, she hoped whoever was at the other side would help her escape. Should she run, should she stay frozen or should she scream for help?

“Amber move!”

“Drake?” Ignoring her, his main priority was to keep her safe from the horse. Drake calmed the horse down, before leading it back into a pen. Turning towards Amber, she provided him with a thankful look.

“What are you doing in here?”

“I could ask you the same? Your girlfriend and her Rottweiler hate me for some reason. Can’t you just get laid with her to get her off my back?”

“I assume the Rottweiler is Penelope?” She nodded. “I don’t need to get laid, I have two hands to use. I would never sleep with a noble. I don’t find them attractive- they are all snobs.”

“What’s your type then? They were all talking about it- I’m surprised your ears weren’t burning.” Oh great, I’m now court gossip between the ladies.

“What’s your type? If we are getting all personal?”

“Why have you avoided the question?”

“Why have you?”

“You avoided it first. My type is stood right in front of me if you must know.” Drake knew she was probably just flirting. Not knowing if he should do it back- could he do it back?

“Oh really? Maybe it’s just the whiskey talking? Come on let’s get you back to the Beaumont’s.” Grabbing his hand, she knew he was about to avoid her.

“Before we go. Thank you for saving me from being trampled. But I need some court gossip to get in with the crowd. What’s your type Drake?”

A million dreams are keeping me awake

I think of what the world could be

A vision of the one I see

“I’d be a real low life to allow a girl to become trampled. I don’t have a type, but if I did....” Pausing he didn’t want to tell her the full truth- sure she said he was her type, but did she mean it?

“If you did?”

“What are you both doing here?” Liam asked interrupting their conversation. Leo eyeing the pair up was wondering what they had walked into.

“I needed to get away before I killed my ‘competition’. Drake saved me from being trampled by that horse. If the horse didn’t kill me, Bertrand most certainly would have done. I’ll leave you gentlemen to it.” Amber walked out of the stable with her head hung low, being here was confusing her. She had practically told Drake he was her type and he never reacted or elaborated to her response- instead insisted that they left the stable. After testing the waters, she was going forget about her premature feelings for the commoner.

“So? I thought you went to for some drinks? Where are the drinks? How did you both end up here?”

“She said something to me, I wanted to walk to the suitor tent to talk to her about it. I waited a while, and followed her here.”

“And? Do continue...”

“As she said, I saved her from the horse.”

“Nothing else happened?”

“She... she told me I was her type. I froze. I didn’t know how to react, so I suggested that we left.”

“So you do have feelings for her?”

“Liam, can you shut your brother up. Please!”

“No can do Drake. I can’t control his mouth.”

“What I don’t understand is why you’re stood here like a wet lemon? Go and talk to her.”

“There’s Nothing to say. But I do have something to tell you both. I’m going to go back to Texas for a bit.”

“What? Why? Is this because of Kiara? Or maybe Amber. Drake and Amber kissing in a tree....”

“Jesus Leo! Shut the fuck up!” Leaving the stable and the two brothers there- he didn’t want to express his true feelings to anyone, especially not motormouth Leo.

“Leo I have a plan, I’m going to kiss Amber- see how Drake reacts. I’ll inform Liv prior.” He whispered to his brother, who just smirked at him with a devilish grin.

*****

At the lawn party, Amber decided now was the time to become a actress- overhearing that the party wouldn’t too long she was already on the countdown. Allowing the other suitors to take the spotlight, Olivia noticed the change in personality.

“What’s up with you? Where’s the sarcasm?”

“I’ve just made a complete fool of myself, as usual.”

“Go on...”

“I don’t want to be here, I never wanted to come. Max and Bertrand keep trying to persuade me to stay. I became close to someone, someone I shouldn’t have. I’m different to you all. I don’t belong here. I’m a failure in life- I always fuck up one way or another.”

“I see it in your eyes. You believe that lie. That you need to hide your face. Afraid to step outside. So you lock the door. But don't you stay that way.... you can prove there’s more to you. You’re a Beaumont. Come alive. Enjoy your time here. By the way, fuck Walker.”

“There’s nothing more to me. But thanks. And who said I was referring to him?”

“You didn’t need to say anything, you blush every time his name is mentioned.”

“It’s warm outside that’s the reason why.”

“If you say so. Come on the Queen is waiting for us.” The two women walked over to the other suitors, who were greeted one by one by the Prince.

“So? Did she say anything?” Liam whispered as he kissed Olivia on the cheek. Watching Amber in a trance, he wondered what was on her mind.

“No need to say anything. She’s totally falling for him. They both seem as stubborn as each other. Stick to your plan. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Lady Amber.” Greeting him with a curtsy, he greeted her with a kiss on the hand.

“Your highness.”

“Would you care to join myself, step mother and Madeleine in a game of Croquet?”

“If you insist. You do know Croquet is kind of the Beaumont’s thing? We whip everyone’s arses.” Laughing, Liam was fully aware that one of the Beaumont’s specialities was Croquet. Whilst playing, he updated her about Madeleine- explaining every detail.

“She sounds like a nightmare.”

“Oh she definitely is that.” Liam shuddered- Regina announced that Liam and Amber had won. The prince focused his gaze onto his best friend and his brother, Leo winked. As Liam became closer to Amber, he cupped her cheeks and forced a kiss onto her lips. Breaking apart, he noticed Drake leave immediately, as did Amber.

“Why would you do that? You could have least asked- and then I would have told you to shove that Croquet mallet up your ass if you must know.”

“I’m sorry Lady Amber, it was the heat of the moment. Please forgive me.”

“Forget it, I’m going to go back to my room if I’m allowed to?”

“Of course you are.” Drake will have gone back- I assume anyway. “I’ll have my guard, Bastien escort you back. I’ll inform the Beaumont’s for you.”

“Thank you.”

*****

Arriving back inside the palace, she walked along the quiet hallways- noticing the door two doors away from her room open slightly ajar, she decided to knock.

“Hey, I didn’t know we were neighbours? Are... are you going somewhere?” Noticing the suitcase and screwed up clothes on the bed- she couldn’t pin point where he was going.

“I... Erm.... I’m going back to Texas for a bit. Liam doesn’t need me here at this moment in time.”

“You’re actually leaving? Who am I going to drink whiskey with? Do you need a woman’s touch? Because your clothes are going to have more wrinkles on them than my gran used to.”

“Don’t worry, I know I owe you a bottle- there’s a secret stash in the wardrobe.”

“How about we open it now? I’ll help you pack?” Please don’t leave me. Drake nodded, watching her fold his clothes neatly- he couldn’t take it anymore. Placing his hand near the suitcase, their hands brushed each others and lingered for a few seconds.

“Why did you leave the lawn party?”

“I’ve got a flight to catch.”

“So why not just leave after the derby if you’re in such a rush?”

“I... I ... just needed to witness whoever Liam chose to play with him beat Madeleine and wipe that smirk off her face.”

“Now I know you’re lying because no one knew she was going to be there or even be a suitor. Liam told me whilst we were playing. What’s the real reason? Have I upset you or something? Has Kiara upset you?”

“You’d never upset me. Why would you think that? It isn’t Kiara either.” Sighing she sat on the bed, with the whiskey.

“Okay. You don’t have to tell me. Thank you for being so kind to me whilst I’ve been here. It’s going to be shit without you. Do you think I could sneak out and just hide somewhere for the rest of the social season?”

“You could try but Bertrand would hunt you down. I’m only nice with people who I like. Take it as a compliment.” Smiling at him, she stood up and rinsed the tumbler she had been drinking from. “Have a good time in the states.”

“Amber. Wait.” Turning back around, she saw him become anxious- fumbling around in his pockets.

“What is it?”

“The real reason for why I’m leaving.. I can’t be around you.” Feeling like her heart was shattering into a thousand pieces, she wondered what she had done to him to make him leave the country. “I can’t be around you- because everywhere I go you are there, I’ve tried to get you out of my mind but I just can’t. I know you have a boyfriend, I know you are Liam’s suitor as a favour for the Beaumont’s....” Closing his eyes, he knew he had gone to far- being too open, possibly making a fool of himself. “In the stable, I was going to say that I don’t have a type but if I did it would be someone like you.” Closing the gap between them, Amber placed her arms around his neck- whilst his arms hesitantly went around her petite frame. I can’t stop thinking about you either.

“Amber...” tilting her chin upwards, he cupped her cheeks- needing and wanting to kiss her. “You need to go before I do something I regret.”

“What would that be?”

“I want to kiss you, but I know I’ll regret it.”

“Why?”

“Because you have a boyfriend, because I’ll want more. I won’t be able to get you out of my mind at all.” Standing on her tiptoes, she lent in- closing her eyes as her lips touched his. Breaking the kiss, she smiled at him- Drake was in a trance.

“Did you regret that?” Drake shook his head. God she’s a good kisser, for fuck sake. How can I leave her now I’ve kissed her? Feeling the bulge in his pants, she smirked whilst biting her bottom lip.

“I spoke to soon. Your erm... he’s speaking for you. I suppose I better leave you alone- to possibly to sort yourself out.” She winked, whilst tracing her finger down his chest.

“I did tell you before I had two hands.”

“What else can those hands do?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know? These hands are very talented.”

“Well I did ask. Why don’t you show me instead?”

*****

Liam, Leo and Olivia walked to Ambers room to make sure she was okay after leaving the lawn party abruptly. Seeing her absence- they knew where to find her. Or so they hoped. Slowly opening Drakes door due to no answer- they all were shocked that neither of them were in their rooms, and that Amber wasn’t with him. Walking into the room, Olivia picked something up.

I knew you nosey bastards would come to my room, if you are reading this you have obviously realised that myself and Amber aren’t there. I’ve taken her away for the night- if you know where we are you’re all welcome to join us- we can have a goodbye party before I go to Texas. D x

“He’s taken her to his cabin.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because he doesn’t want to cause a scandal by spending private time alone here. I didn’t think he had it in him.”

“Yes. That kiss obviously worked Liam. Well done. So I guess we are going to Valtoria then?” They all smirked- contacting Maxwell- he insisted on tagging along. Getting in the SUV- they didn’t know what to expect once they got there.

*****

Arriving at the cabin, they snuck upto the large glass window as if they were ninjas.

“Okay, so Drakes half naked, Amber is wrapped up in a blanket. Do you think they....”

“Leo please don’t talk about my cousin like that. It could be innocent? Come on let’s go inside.”

All entering the warm cabin, they announced themselves- noticing that neither Drake nor Amber were surprised with their unexpected visit, they were wondering if Leo had misread the situation.

“Amber I’d stick to your normal clothes- Drake doesn’t have the best fashion sense.” Olivia said sarcastically, always wanting to bring him down.

“Nice to see you too Liv. If you must know she got wet.”

“I bet she did.” Leo winked towards them both.

“What are you insinuating Zimmer? I fell in the lake and Drake jumped in to save me. The second time today.”

“How about we escape the palace tonight, go to my family’s cabin in Valtoria. I’ll take you fishing, make you the best s’mores, we can build a fire outside. Show you exactly what my hands can do.”

“That sounds amazing!”

“Go and pack a bag then. I’ll leave a note explaining where we are.”

Drake drove them to the cabin in his truck, both stealing glances off each other - neither wanting to elaborate on the kiss that they had shared.

“Oh my god. This is beautiful! Why do you stay at the palace? If I had this place I’d definitely stay here.”

“I do stay here a lot, but it gets lonely.”

“If you wasn’t going to Texas we could have just hung out here.” Ignoring the fact, he suggested that they went fishing before it became dark. On the boat they sat in silence, impatiently waiting for a catch. The scenery was quaint and beautiful.

“I’ve caught one!” Amber screeched. Standing up, she couldn’t reel it in. Losing her balance she fell into the cold water.

“Jesus Christ!” Drake jumped in immediately after her- he slowly watched her lose her balance but didn’t believe that she would fall in. “Are you okay?” Holding her tightly, he didn’t want to be the reasoning behind her drowning.

“Yeah, I don’t think fishing is my forte. Bertrand didn’t teach me that.”

“I’m going to lift you back on to the boat, please try not to fall off it this time. I think we better get you safe back on to dry land before Bertrand drowns me himself.” Lifting her up into his arms, she grabbed the side of the boat pulling herself in- turning around she held her hand out to help her saviour.

“I’ve got a spare shirt in that bag, put it on.”

“What about you?” Taking his top off, he would rather catch pneumonia than her. Amber turned away not wanting him to notice her gawking at his muscled body- fuck he’s got a good body.

“I’m fine. Just get yourself warm. I’ll get you back and make sure you sit infront on the fire with lots of blankets and whiskey.”

The friends all listened to Amber reiterate their disastrous fishing trip. Leo was still curious as to what else had happened between the two of them.

“So when are you going to Texas?”

“I should have been on the flight now.”

“I knew you wouldn’t go. I’m glad you decided to stay.” Liam looked between Drake and Amber knowing the reason why. Maxwell persuaded Amber to join him in the kitchen for a private chat, the others watched the Beaumont’s leave- before all smirking at Drake.

“What?”

“You know what.” Shaking his head, he didn’t like to gossip but he knew they wouldn’t shut up.

“We shared a small kiss. That is it. Okay?”

“About time.” That’s all its going to be. Moments in between sharing whiskey, hanging out. I don’t want her to get hurt by this Brett guy.

*****

“I thought you may want your phone, you seem to not be attached to it like you usually are.”

“Thanks Max. All I get is shit from Brett, I’m tempted to just throw the SIM card and start over with a new life.”

“A new life here? Is this because of Mr tall, dark and handsome over there?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe? Care to elaborate?”

“We kissed before.....”

“You what?”

“We kissed, he said I was his type. He’s my type too.. I’m so confused Max. I don’t want to go back to New York.” Passing her phone over to her, he would support her whatever she chose. “You know what to do. You can flip the switch and brighten up your darkest day.” “No more living in those shadows.” Amber responded before dialling his number, Maxwell held her in his embrace- she knew exactly what he meant.

“Amber!”

“Hi Brett.”

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