#It was really fuckin weird and it made me feel so uneasy
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I don't know how many of you watch/listen to Belief it or Not but I love his concern about a USAmerican pastor bringing a gun on stage for a message cause my old pastor openly bragged about being armed all the time
#gun mention#gun tw#and yes of course it was in the southeast#yeehaw :)))#I hated it#I understand the reasons why and it's very nuanced especially in the aftermath of multiple attacks on black churches#black churches are a staple of black communities and while I don't like christianity#I will defend the right of black churches to keep serving their communities#I hated his weird 'look at me I'm so modern and hip I'm not a pacifist like most christians' energy#It was really fuckin weird and it made me feel so uneasy#He implied most christians are passive and hate guns as if 'god guns and glory' wasn't a whole thing#idk I've had some iffy experiences with guns so I don't like them#and that was one of them#gave me bad anxiety of 'if you have a gun here (what I thought was the safest/holiest place as a kid)#then that means everywhere else is even less safe than I thought since you still need protection here#and no one helped me cause a) fear being sin and b) them holding onto the idea of Jesus personally protecting their church from harm#so they insisted that was and would always be the case#and starting to grow up in the social media scape and constantly learning about tragedy even in churches#well let's just say my OCD didn't come from nowhere#was genuinely convinced Id cause a shooting by worrying about it too much#I'm a lot better now#I'm much secure in the idea of a world of neutrality#Things happen and things don't happen and that's how chaos and nature work#I am not better or safer at a church but it doesn't mean Im never safe#And it doesn't mean Im never loved#anyways I got off topic this was meant to be a yeehaw Im from the south pew pew guns merica am I right? type post#but y'all know how I am I've gotta lot to say#thanks for reading <3#ex christian#religious trauma
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okay i'm done mass liking ALL OF YOU WONDERFUL PEOPLE'S POSTS. now time to scream cause sO MANY MOMENTS !!
Misty and Crystal;
um hi hello i LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR!! was i hoping that they would become a thing? yes absolutely. have i been screaming with Ri ( @feiry ) about them? absolutely. will i get more annoying? oh you fuckin' betcha. them sitting there being cute and fucking weird was just...cherry on top my dudes. but also made me think of lilly from pitch perfect and how she mentioned absorbing her twin and just...love that for crystal. ✨amazing✨ but also am i surprised misty was lowkey chill with the feast? no. no i was not cause that little freak def' read silence of the lambs and ✨thought about it✨. which like...okay i get it. but i was no way surprised by the chillness and how they just sat there talking about it.
moving away from the weird with them, but can we give crystal some credit for helping misty get out of her lil shell?? like i def' don't think misty would have even done anything for shauna's baby shower if she hadn't felt comfortable enough to do so aka the encouragement from crystal. was it smart to reenact that particular scene from steel magnolias? no, that was...something else. but i do like that the others did seem to like it after the initial "is she really doing this??" which was great and nice to see. even from mari who i for sure thought was gonna stop misty some how, but she surprised me.
Misty and Walt;
adult misty is gETTIN' A FRIEND AND I'M HAPPY FOR HER!! but my word i love that walt didn't even question her, much, with wanting to ask about natalie. he just "yea okay sure" and i do love their similarities and that misty is really getting to look in the mirror with him because he is def male misty and i love it. what i also love is that he's a seemingly a complete stranger, someone she's only ever interacted with through the forums and yet....he's willing to help her. unlike shauna and tai who should want to help find natalie but they've got their own issues going on so all is forgiven there.
however...i don't completely trust walt. his eagerness to help misty could turn out to be nefarious but i do hope that that is not the case nor that walt is a love interest i'm sorry walt blogs sd;klfj like i do hope that misty gets to have a lil buddy that goes around and solves crimes with her!!
Misty and Nat;
WHERE IS MY MISTNAT YOU GODDAMN FUCKERS?! IT'S BEEN 3 WEEKS NOW AND I'M CRAVING THEM AND JUST....please let next weeks episode be misty showing up to hottie lottie cult camp and they get reunited and i get my fix cause i am feral my dudes.
Lottie;
um lottie, babes...you're losing it ??? that ending scene didn't scream ✨sanity✨ nor did it scream that lottie is in control. so i'm really looking forward to more of her and getting to see what she's been up to prior to the show / season 2.
Shauna;
mrs. shipman-sadecki??? hi hello i love you please pistol whip me. jeffrey you are a lucky man, so happy for you like damn. also, love jeff standing by his slightly unhinged wife who is also slipping and losing a bit of control. love it for all them really.
Taissa;
mirror / other tai is the thing of nightmares and i don't know how to feel about her in general other than ✨uneasy✨ 'cause just like tai can't tell what misty's next move is and doesn't like it, i don't like not knowing what tai is going to do next or which tai we're going to be dealing with each week but god do i look forward to it regardless!!
#( ran out of teammates to munch on | out of character )#( don't click the readmore#there be spoiler-ish things under it )
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aot boys kink hcs
here are some kink hcs i found written on a piece of paper during my super important class 🥴 fr i was sitting in class as my professor gives a lecture— instead of listening i zoned out and wrote different kinks/overall sexual things down and thought if eren, jean, and levi would be into them 🤞🏻
eren art by aidan.k_art on insta
levi cosplay _hakkencoser_ on insta
warnings/tw; like many many kinks 💀
would they let you choke them?
eren: yes. surprisingly, it’s the only dom-like thing he lets you do him. (other than ride him) he would love the thrill of his life in your hands :,) although it would take him a while to let you do it to him. he says it mid-sex, i’ve written something for it with eremika here ;)
jean: yes yes yes. he loves it so much, gets him whining and moaning
levi: i feel like he’s claustrophobic :( so he’ll let you put your hands around his neck, just don’t put in any pressure. the first time you did it was when you were riding him, you didn’t really think much of it as you put your hands around his neck, giving pressure with your fingers. suddenly his lust-filled droopy eyes turned into one of horror. pulling you off of him as he grabbed his own throat, coughing. you apologized so fucking much and hated yourself for it. he hugged you and told you it was okay, that he’s sorry but it brings him ptsd and makes him uneasy :(
choke you?
eren: surprisingly, no 😳 i feel like he would love to see his own purple fingerprints on your hips. however, he doesn’t like the bruises he leaves on your neck, he inspects them with a frown, kissing all of them and burying his head in your neck. once he chokes you, he feels animalistic. more than ever. its like he doesn’t trust himself to put your life that closely in his hands :(( so once he doesn’t do it anymore, you don’t ask him why. you know him. you know what goes on in his head.
jean: only if you ask him to, he’d be scared to apply too much pressure tho, so he’d do it lightly
levi: yesyesyes. i feel like levi would do all dom things to you mostly when he’s mad at something or at you. he’s the type to grab you by the neck and kiss you passionately. awooga
would they whine?
eren: very. very. very rare. only if somehow you’ve managed to take the upper hand.
jean: yessir. definitely. mommy kink all the way.
levi: mostly no. although he really really needs to. he wont let himself. mostly grunts. although he does when you’re sucking him off, he whimpers and tries to hide it, but you humming around his length throws him over the edge.
would they overstimulate you?
eren: all fuckinggg day. he doesn’t care if you can’t anymore. shaking? pffttt suck it up. literally
jean: only if he’s super horny. would do it if you want to.
levi: not really. he likes it when you overstimulate him 👀— doesn’t really ask you to, however you can obviously tell by the way he bucks up his hips into you or your hand even tho he just came.
their fave position?
eren: he absolutely loves spooning you, fucking into you as your warm back is pressed against his chest, your back arching and head going to his shoulder when he hits that special spot in you and kisses your neck. he can easily hit your g-spot in this postition, loves when you squirm against his chest. his hand holding you close. —he also loves the most weirdest positions omg- he likes bending you in ways that could almost break you like a pretzel - your thighs pressed against your chest, your legs at a wide angle resting on his shoulder—you must take yoga classes for this man he loves fucking you in the positions🥴 even upside down
jean: he loves loves loves when you ride him. he’s called a horse for a reason😩 also loves mirror sex. we know he can get cocky sometimes, so he loves fucking you infront of the mirror as he holds your jaw and forces your eyes on the mirror, fucking you hard. also is a sucker for passionate/slow missionary.
levi: doggy. fuck yes he loves it. or reverse cowgirl omf— loves the view sm. not that he doesn’t like to see your face in sex omg😭 it’s just- he prefers it that way cuz he kinda doesn’t want you to see him, in all his vulnerability. :,) its rare he lets you. but when he does omg- the image is burned into your memory, his face and the way it contorts into pleasure, his thin brows going up as his mouth is wide open— or he’s clenching his jaw.
would they agree to you handcuffing/tying them?
eren: no. he likes to be free LMAO i’m sorry
jean: yes. definitely. finds it so hot but still tugs on them so so much and begs you to untie him.
levi: won’t admit it but he loves it. eventually comes around. pounces on you like a wild dog when you untie him and fucks the shit out of you. grunting as he calls you a brat for tying him.
would they tie you up?
eren: 100% fucker loves to see you squirming.
jean: not really, he tries it out of curiosity but just doesn’t know what the fuck to do without your touch. likes it better the other way ‘round.
levi: yes. he would like to take revenge for you tying him up. would def torture and edge you a lot.
let you blindfold them?
eren: never. would like to see you and every single expression on your face.
jean: yes. loves it. makes him so so sensitive and he loves the thrill of not knowing where he’s gonna feel your touch.
levi: maybe. if you really beg him and annoy him for it.
blindfold you?
eren: yes yes yes do i even need to elaborate
jean: not really. same as tying you up, he would get too nervous and flustered and not know what to do.
levi: absolutely. he’d actually almost chuckle at how responsive you are to his touch. he’d literally just sit there for minutes, gliding his hands over all parts of your body, your arms, legs, thighs, stomach. loses sense of time as he plays with your body.
would they let you peg them?
eren: absolutely not. fucking scoffs and chuckles at you and mocks you when you suggest it.
jean: yes. with persuasion. he’s mostly open and experimental. would he end up liking it? maybe. he finds the feeling very weird at first, but asks you with a blush if you can do it again another time.
levi: no— thinks it’s disgusting.
anal?
eren: yes. yes. yes. would absolutely destroy you. loves the tight asf feeling.
jean: would try, doesn’t like it. makes him cum too fast 💀
levi: thinks it’s filthy.
breeding kink?
eren: yes. loves filling you up. doesn’t like baby talk tho— he hates kids 💀💀 is sorry but maybe eventually?
jean: likes to cum on your back, stomach, or tits more. however he loves the idea of having a family with you. definitely cums in you while baby talk + “you’d be such a good mommy.”
levi: he rarely cums in you, you’d have to beg him to or wrap your legs around his torso, then he can’t stop himself. doesn’t trust condoms or birth control. he’d say there’s still a chance of you getting pregnant 🥴— not that he doesn’t want a baby with you- not yet tho. he needs to warm up to the idea of becoming a dad. trauma n all yk.
jealous seggs?
eren: definitely. he’s possessive.
jean: definitely. he’s insecure :(
levi: yes but doesn’t admit it (surprise surprise) not a lot tho, he knows he has you wrapped around his finger. doesn’t really show his jealousy much. lets it eat away at him silently:/
lets you pull their hair?
eren: hell no. you do it anyway , he goes absolutely feral.
jean: yes. loves it so so much. also open to basically anything that makes you happy
levi: even tho he doesn’t like anyone touching his face or his hair, he warms up to it. likes the feeling of your hands in his hair. (also- mostly kiss his scars. he’ll actually cry. oop imma write a fic on that ✍🏻) he also loves loves loves when you shampoo his hair for him. gets him turned on. did y’all know thats an actual kink
would they spank you?
eren: definitely. more mid-fucking to see your reaction and the way you clench around him.
jean: likes to hold and squeeze your ass more as you ride him.
levi: oh fuck yeah. when you act like too much of a brat, he makes you go on all fours, or lay on your chest on his thighs, giving you spanks and making you count. talking to you after each spank, “will you be a brat again, huh?” spank, “you do it on purpose dont you? like to rile me up? hm? get me fucking mad like this?” another spank as he molds the flesh of your ass with his palm after each one, holding himself back from kissing the flesh.
face slapping?
already made drabbles for you slapping them
eren: yes yes yes. he would be a sucker for the innocent look in your eyes as tears swell up in them. he would do it repeatedly and keep bringing your jaw back to look at him after each slap.
jean: no, he doesn’t have it in his heart 🥺 would love if you did it to him.
levi: this is very difficult. i’ll leave it for you to decide between these two; 1. he doesn’t lay his hand on women. (spanking’s an exception in his book, other than that, hell no) 2. he only does it when he’s angry. like genuinely mad at you during sex, so that’s how he takes it out on you. but kisses you afterwards.
dacryphilia?
eren: hell yeah he loves when you cry for his cock, for him. this fucker does anything on purpose just to make you cry. gives a sadistic smile when tears finally come to your eyes.
jean: no, he wouldn’t wanna make you cry. although you do cry for his horse cock😩 he’d have a concerned expression on his face as he wipes you tears with his thumb, “what’s wrong ,baby?”
levi: absolutely not. literally despises crying. for himself and other. especially you. he’d wipe your tears as soon as they come when his dick is in your throat.
knife play?
eren: YES. he would purposely put a little pressure on the knife to scare you. this mfs a sadist. but he would be very careful to not hurt you. (if you ask why he would be into this but not choking you, it’s cuz with a knife, he knows he won’t actually fuckin stab you. he has control over the knife. his hands, he’s afraid not.) pain
jean: no omg— he would think you’re joking at first, his face forms the most horrid expression as he asks you if that’s an actual thing💀
levi: yes, he would never put pressure on the knife tho. he’d only glide it accross your body teasingly, the cold blade making you shiver under his touch as his eyes go dark. would like to do it to you when you’re blindfolded. doesn’t want you to see that dark look in his eyes.
blood play?
eren: yes. he likes to sometimes bite on your lower lip so hard it draws blood, he would keep kissing you, the iron-like taste not bothering him the slightest. it turns him on. also loves when you make him bleed by scratching your nails on his back, he throws his head back and fastens his thrusts 😩
jean: not really, my baby would get concerned— blood makes him uneasy 🥺
levi; absolutely not. too much ptsd and trauma from the sight of blood. doesn’t wanna see it painting your soft skin at all.
gun play?
eren: not really, he’s too violent to be handling a gun in sex.
jean: no—
levi: yes. he’d empty the gun beforehand tho, without you knowing.
candle wax 😳
eren: not really, he doesn’t like the redness it brings to your skin afterwards.
jean: likes if you do it on him, fucking loses it. he actually cries and whimpers, making you concerned but he nods his had swiftly, urging you to continue. likes the burn, reminds him of your touch, it’s not really any different from the burns your fingertips leave on him upon your touch.
levi: yes omfg- he loves it. he would also blindfold you for this one, probably tie you up too. loves to see you squirming in this situation. (omg i read this one fic on wattpad called “submit” and he was using candle wax and ice— AWOOGA)
ice play?
eren: yes yes yes, he’d run the ice down your stomach after rolling it on your nipples with his hands, he’d put it on your clit and chuckle as you squirm from the coldness of it. goes down on you to warm you up with his tongue afterwards.
jean: he likes it when you use it on him. holding the ice between your teeth as you run it over his nipples and down his chest. he’d be squirming and moaning.
levi: fuck yes. he’d put it in his mouth and kiss you with it, the ice melting between both of your tongues as he hums in your mouth. he’d also run it down your stomach and your nipples as he holds it in his mouth. the contrast of the cold ice and his warm tongue making you moan and whimper beneath him.
podophilia (foot fetish) dont read that as pedophilia uhm💀
eren: not really no, never crosses his mind.
jean: yes yes yes. omg absolutely this man having a foot fetish is canon to me😩 he’d love you giving him a foot job omf- would whine so much. also would kinda like licking your anckles and your toes as you giggle
levi: uhm. you must already know this clean freak. he thinks it’s fucking disgusting. i agree with him
ear fetish
eren: he likes it when you nibble on it or bite the shell of his ear. absolutely his weakest and sensitive spot
jean: not really idk why but no
levi: would nibble and tug on your ear as he’s fucking you, head burried in your neck as he pants and grunts.
food play?
eren: would loved to drizzle honey or whipped cream on you and lick it off your chest or stomach.
jean: would love for you too do it to him, with whipped cream or chocolate on his abs and chest, even his neck. he’d be a moaning, panting mess.
levi: does not like to involve food with sex 💀
chastity (holding back from sex to rile themselves or you up)
eren: hell no💀 he’s an impatient fuckin bastard. cannot handle going without fucking you for more than a couple days
jean: would love for you to do it to him. would beg you and plead as his cock throbs for days, though you know he likes it when you don’t give it to him instantly.
levi: yes yes yes. he would make himself go without sex for weeks. you have to beg him to stop and just let you fuck him, but he’d mutter sum about needing to “train his own stamina and self control, and your patience, brat.” but when you do break through him, trying to seduce him after weeks, it would be some of the best sex y’all have. going for rounds on rounds.
voyeurism
eren: as much as i love the “eren watching you fuck jean/reiner”— i think his possessive self will never ever let another man touch you. i mean cmon have u even read 139 🥲
jean: dont do that to him 🥺 he’s gonna be super insecure like omg- no
levi: absolutely not. do not test this man. he might not show his jealousy openly but you are his and only his.
role playing?
eren: i feel like he’s not that into it but he’d do it, he’s very picky so hmm maybe good cop and bad cop? 👀
jean: as i mentioned before, he’s very experimental and would do almost anything you ask of him, so yes. he’d be into doctor/patient ;) he likes it more when you’re the doctor but you can switch too oh my god bye now i’m thinking about jean in a white thingy doctors wear omf
levi: only captain/subordinate 😩😩😩
daddy kink
eren: not really, it makes him think about being an actual dad which turns him off 💀 sorry to crush yalls dreams 🤞🏻
jean: as i said, mommy kink. though he would like it if you addressed him as daddy while he takes control.
levi: no💀 finds it fucking weird. lowkey makes him sad n think about his dad and who he is or where he is he like being called captain sometimes tho ;)
degrading?
eren: fuck yes likes degrading you all the way. “look at you, my little slut.” “such a whore for my cock hm?”
jean: would like to be degraded 😁
levi: would keep it on the minimum— occasional “brat”s or “dumbass” jdjsjs nothing too intense. he has a way with his words :)
somnophilia sneaked this in at 200 when i forgot to add it cuz it’s my absolute fave kink
eren: he’d play with your body for minutes on minutes, loves to see you so responsive to his touch even in your sleep. he rubs slow circles on your clit, to get you wet. raises his brows when he notices you’re already soaked in your sleep. he literally fucks you awake. shoves his length in you balls deep as you scream and wake up— hitting his chest as he chuckles at you
jean: you’d both be asleep, until you wake up to the feeling of jean humping your thigh, whimpering in his slumber softly, you smirk. he’s chasing his high in his dream, mumbling your name as it’s barely recognizable. he wakes up to your mouth wrapped around him, cumming so fast as soon as he realizes he’s awake.
levi: he barely gets any sleep. but as he’s laying down next to you, head buried in his book while you’re stuck to him like a koala, he’s content. having one arm wrapped around your body and hand stopping at your waist. he’s brought out of the focus of his book by you moving against him. at first he thinks you’re waking up for some reason, then is proved wrong when you’re repeatedly grinding against his thigh, your leg wrapped around it. he chuckles, catching himself off guard. he watches as you hum in your sleep and say his name. he starts slowly meeting your grinds against his thigh, shaking it. he’s now rock hard in his shorts, teasing your hole through your panties with the hands on your back. you end up cumming in your sleep, he cums in his pants. fuck.
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and there we have it— sorry if i left anything out- these are all the kinks i could think of for now 🥴
also ik i usually write hcs for aot and jjk boys but with this one, i kinda felt like only doing aot. since the paper i found had these 3 boys written on it 🤪
#aot#snk#snk smut#aot smut#attack on titan#attack on titan smut#jean smut#jean kirschtein smut#jean kirchstein#jean x reader#eren jaeger#eren smut#eren x reader#levi ackerman#levi x reader#levi smut#levi ackerman smut
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Wrong Number, Asshole - A Bakugou Katsuki Soulmate AU
All Parts
Part 24:
You groaned, rolling over to grab your dinging phone off the nightstand.
Rubbing at your eyes, you sat up against your headboard, breathing deeply. As it turns out, a highly emotional day like the one you had yesterday could really tire a person out. It was so tiring in fact that you had collapsed almost the second you fell into bed last night. You had been pretty much dead to the world since.
Opening your phone, you nearly rolled your eyes at the text waiting for you.
You scoffed. He sure was petulant today, wasn’t he?
He began typing again, but deleted his words.
Now, you were a little nervous. You weren’t being clingy- right? Sure, you really wanted nothing more than to see him again, and sort of felt that maybe you were entitled to that considering he was your soulmate, but maybe the feeling wasn’t mutual?
Who were you kidding, he might have texted you but that didn’t mean he liked you as much as you liked him. This was Bakugou after all, and even if he somehow did, he’d rather chew his own leg off than admit it.
You read through the texts again, hoping and praying that you didn’t sound too desperate. It was another few minutes before he responded again. With an answer that really did absolutely nothing to quell your fears.
You blinked owlishly at his reply, before sending him a quick “okay”.
Bakugou always seemed to know when you were overthinking things- and, on one hand, it was annoying because he never understood that him and his dismissive words were the cause, but, on the other hand, it was nice. To finally feel understood for once. And to finally talk to someone who’s responses, when he tried, were intentionally made so blunt that you couldn’t possibly misunderstand them.
Sighing, you pulled your tired body out of bed and headed for the shower. Apparently your plans, which had originally consisted of being lazy the entire afternoon, were suddenly changing. Not that you were complaining though.
--/--
Stepping out of the cab, you noticed the crowd once again swarming the front of the hospital. The horde of people almost seemed to be moving as one mass, pushing and pulsing against the security guards standing at the entrance. There were a lot of people covered in Dynamite merch and face paint, even little kids dressed up like Bakugou and feigning explosions as they played.
It seemed that Bakugou’s heroic deed had put him back in the public’s favor and now they all had gathered in a show of support- and while you could appreciate that as a symbol of community, you selfishly sort of wished they’d leave so visiting him would be less of a spectacle.
You realized suddenly that more of this was definitely going to be in your future; the crowds of screaming people and adoring, over-excited fans. Your soulmate was a pro-hero after all, and quite possibly the loudest man you’d ever met- you should’ve known a quiet life wasn’t going to be an option.
As it stood now, you had almost no idea how you were going to make it through the massive throng of bodies- and, even if you did somehow push to the front, how you were going to convince the guards to let you through at that point.
“Excuse me!” A young girl suddenly grabbed your arm, tiny fingers clasping around your wrist. “Do you know how to get in! I need to get in!”
You were blindsided, stopped in your tracks and held down by the girl. She was young, but not much younger than you- if you had to guess, she was 17 or 18, with bright eyes and a strong grip that surprised you. This, her, was certainly not what you expected out of today.
“I- why do you need to get in so badly?”
“Bakugou!” She exclaims, eyes glazed over starry and adoring. She thrusts out her other wrist, presenting you with a poorly drawn tattoo. “See? I’m his soulmate!”
Your stomach drops, and for a second you nearly believe it- but then you snap out of it, and all you can think about is how strange the situation is. She was young, so obviously young, and so clearly charmed by your soulmate’s hero persona. You thought it was a little funny- if she knew Bakugou like you did, you were almost sure she wouldn’t be as delighted with him.
You weren’t sure how to respond. The immature, prideful part of you wanted to scoff and shake her hands off of you- to tell her just how foolish she looked talking to his actual soulmate. But, then again, you weren’t sure you could say anything about that at all. In all the research you’d done on him, you hadn’t seen a single mention of a soulmate- he never talked about it, never let anyone see even a hint of your name tattooed on him. Maybe he wanted to hide it for the sake of his career? Or, worse, was embarrassed of it?
“H-his soulmate, huh?” You stutter out, unsurely.
“Yep! So that’s why I need to get in there so bad! To make sure he’s okay!” She rambles. “So, will you help me get in?”
“Y/n! Y/n L/n!” You hear a familiar voice yell, and when you look towards the sound, all you see is a flash of red hair and hands waving emphatically.
Kirishima. Thank god.
“I’ve gotta go.” You shake the girl’s hand off, slightly jostling her with the force. “I’m so sorry!”
You hardly recognize the disappointed look in her eyes before your arm is grabbed once again- but this time by a security guard as he leads you to the front. The guard deposits you at the entrance, just a few feet from where Kirishima is waiting for you.
“Sorry about that.” The red-head chuckles nervously, opening the door up for you. “I uh- I woulda said something earlier, but I couldn’t see you to point out for a guard. It’s totally my bad!”
“No, it’s good, you’re good.” You reassure him, following him as he leads you to the stairwell from yesterday. “Thanks for saving me. I was pretty overwhelmed.”
“Yeah. It can get pretty crazy out there- not as crazy as Bakugou, though! You shoulda totally seen him screamin’ and yelling at the window when you walked up. He was super pissed.”
“Sounds like him.” You can’t help but smile. “Doesn’t surprise me at all.”
“Yeah.” Kirishima nods. “Who was that girl- you know her?”
Your silence and the uneasy expression that rolls across your face must give it away- he almost immediately pales.
“Oh! Yeah- sorry, none of my business, right?” Kirishima turns to face you, stopping at the step above you for a moment and throwing out placating hands. “It’s totally cool, don’t feel obligated or anything, I was just curious! Sorry for prying though, that wasn’t manly of me at all.”
You almost couldn’t believe Kirishima was such close friends with Bakugou- he seemed like the total opposite of your soulmate.
“No! It’s fine- I wasn’t offended or anything. Just,” You paused, looking at you feet as they climbed higher. “She wanted me to help her get in. To Bakugou. Said she was his soulmate.”
Kirishima turns around again, his feet nearly catching on the step as his mouth drops open. “She said that? To you! That’s insane!”
“Yep.” You nod, slightly breathless and you finally reached the fourth floor. You let out a small chuckle as you continued down the hallway. “She was young though- definitely a fan, so I didn’t say anything. I didn’t really want to crush her dreams in front of all of those people.”
“Man, that’s good. She’d probably be super upset, right? Good job!” He throws you an enthusiastic thumbs up, all shark teeth and bright eyes. “Still though- I shoulda guessed it was somethin’ crazy like that. You looked totally freaked out back there!”
“Did I really?”
“Mhm,” He nods, finally stopping in front of Bakugou’s door. “I- uh, I better stay out here. He’ll be real mad if I let anyone else through. Especially if you’re in there.”
“Oh. Yeah. Okay.” You push the handle open, turning back for just a moment. “Nice to see you, though. Thanks again for the save, Kirishima!”
When you enter the room, you’re surprised to find Bakugou, grumpy and sitting in a chair next to the window. And not in his hospital bed resting- where you’re almost 100% sure he should be. He’s clad in a weird combination of hospital pants and his own sweatshirt- it only serves to make him look even more petulant as he sits with his pinched expression.
“You seemed real buddy-buddy with Shitty Hair.” He grumbles, but there’s a smile beginning to tug at his lips as you near. “You think he’s better than me or some shit?”
“Oh- yeah. Loads. Loads better actually.” You joke, taking the vacant seat next to him. When you turn to look at him, he’s already glaring at you. “Oh calm down, grumpy, I was joking. Box dye and bandanas aren’t really my thing.”
Bakugou laughs. “He’s been pullin’ that shit since high school. Kinda losin’ all hope he’ll ever be cool.”
“Hey- don’t be mean! Maybe he’s just an extra-late bloomer, you never know.” You sigh, fixing him with a serious stare. “Now, though, we should really move onto more pressing matters.”
“Which are?”
“You in one of these chairs, and not in a hospital bed!” You near shrieked. “Which- by the way, I looked it up- four stories is 40 feet! You fell 40 fuckin’ feet and you’re not in a hospital bed, right now!”
Bakugou just rolls his eyes, fixing his gaze on the window once more. “Stop your freakin’ out already, woman, I’ll be fine. I’m already healed from all the big injuries anyway- so just shut the fuck up about it already.”
“The big injuries- what about the small ones? Bakugou! 40 feet! Do you know how much that is! I feel like you’re not taking this seriously enough!”
“Who cares.” He shrugs, settling into his seat with a slight wince. “Didn’t fuckin’ kill me, so who cares.”
“Me! You idiot! How many times do have to make this clear to you!”
Bakugou just looks at you, eyes widening as he breath catches. He looks genuinely and plainly shocked- easily the most expressive you’d seen him be aside from rolling in pure anger.
“I already told you, you fuckin’ asshole, that I like you and care about you! So of course I’m happy that you’re not dead, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about the small stuff!” You emphasized, sighing as you run an errant hand through your hair. “And I can see you’re still fucking hurt, so of course I’m going to freak out when you’re not in a hospital bed- like you should be, and you’re not sitting there resting- like you should be! Who the hell even helped you up? Why the fuck would they ev-”
“Shut up already. I get it.” He mumbles, and when you look at him his cheeks are bright red and he’s biting his knuckle. His eyes are alive though- bright and simmering and so very, very red. “I got up myself. Don’t go blamin’ anyone else for it.”
“God. Of fucking course you did! You know- you make yourself really hard to care for, right?”
“I know.”
“And it’s just like- I do it anyway, you know! And get shit-all nothing but anxiety and still choose to do it anyway! You’re so fucking frustrating!”
“I know.”
You turn to look at him, but he’s already looking at you, something soft and pleased growing at the edge of his lips.
“No! Don’t just sit there and start smiling.” You huff, pointing an emphatic finger at his stupid smiling face. “I’m mad at you and you need to go back to bed so don’t just fuckin’ smile at me!”
“I get it.”
“No, obviously, you dont! Because you’re not getting up! So, c’mon,” You stand from your chair, offering a hand. “Let me help you.”
Bakugou just looks at your hand, glares at it, and stands by himself. You can see the strain plainly on his face- how the action winds him and how it sends pain shooting through his battered body. When you look at his eyes though, all you can see is resolute stubbornness. With great effort, and even greater determination, Bakugou manages to hobble over to the wall, dropping against it. His shoulders hit first, and then he’s rolling all of his weight back onto them.
You were stunned- not that he chose to do it, because of course he chose to, but mostly that he’d succeeded. You’d seen a clip of his fall, it was playing on the news before you’d left your house, and it looked nasty. When he hit the ground, all of his limbs were so mangled and impact alone knocked him out clean. The injuries he still had, broken bones and cracked ribs, at the very least, must’ve still been causing him great pain- and yet he surpassed those with sheer force of will alone. It would’ve impressed you; if seeing him in so much pain didn’t make you so sad.
“That didn’t look comfortable. I really think you need crutches, angry man.” You point to the bed. “Or you could just go lay back down, like you’re supposed to, and we could forget this whole argument.”
“No thanks. Done bein’ fucking fussed over. The only reason I haven’t left yet is because there’s people everywhere.”
“And because you’re not supposed to, remember?”
“No. It’s good now. Nurse said I could.” He says, groaning when you stare back at him entirely unimpressed. He points to a bundle of papers and medication on the bed. “Look, gave me all the discharge instructions and everything. I’m not fucking lying.”
You walk over, flipping quickly through the packet of instructions. Bakugou wasn’t lying- he really was approved for discharge apparently, albeit under very specific instructions for not over-exerting himself. Which he was obviously doing so great at so far.
Sighing, you folded the papers and placed them in the bag with all of his medicine. Regardless of what he wanted, you were going to make sure he took care of himself. And that included, taking all of the medication and performing the physical therapy outlined on the papers.
“Alright, then. Guess we’re going, after all.” You clap your hands together in finality, before grabbing the bag of medication. “I still think you need crutches though.”
You look him up and down, eyes zeroing in on the way he was huddled against the wall. All his weight was in his shoulders, and in any other situation, you might’ve thought it was an effortlessly cool pose- but not here. Not in this hospital room with him dressed in weird clinical sweats and a childish expression.
“I’m not getting crutches. Lame as shit.”
“Are you kidding me? Your body is literally beat to hell- who cares about how cool you look right now?”
Bakugou just nods toward the window, and you peer down to see the crowd from earlier still gathered below. It seemed like cameras and reporters had also joined, and they were making a worrying amount of headway to the door, pushing against security impatiently. It looked entirely overwhelming, if you were honest.
“If I leave with crutches,” He starts. “Then I gotta hear about that shit for fuckin’ weeks.”
“Are you serious?” You ask appalled. “You’re obviously injured! What the hell are they even gonna s-“
Bakugou just hits you with a pointed stare, and it stops you in your tracks.
He’s right. Any weakness- even crutches when injured- would read bad for his career. It would shatter the illusion people had of him. Of his infallibility and limitless strength.
“It’ll draw too much fuckin’ attention,” He elaborates, pulling the hood over his head. “No shitty sweatshirt could help me then.”
“Wait, that’s your disguise for sneaking out? A sweatshirt?”
Bakugou just nods, suddenly pulling the hood up and over his head. It flattens his wild hair against his forehead, and you nearly squeal. He looks adorable- although still very much like himself. You weren’t so sure this disguise would cut it, but you were pretty much out of other options. It would have to make do.
“Yeah. Okay. I get it, put the hood back down.” You pause, trying your hardest to think of another solution. “How about a wheelchair?”
Bakugou just looks even more offended- like your last request was a front to his very dignity. Hell, knowing him as you did, you figured it probably was.
“Yeah, fine, I get it, angry man- no wheelchair.” You sigh. “At least let me help you then? I mean, it looks like you need something at least.”
“No. I fuckin’ don’t.” He refuses hotly, shifting his weight agitatedly against the wall. “I’m fine.”
You roll your eyes, you should’ve expected him to be difficult about this. It seemed that appearing weak was his greatest fear; you thought that was a little ironic- that his biggest weakness was weakness itself.
“Seriously- please. You look like you’re about to keel over where you stand, Bakugou!”
“I told you not to fuckin’ call me that, anymore.” He retorts angrily, but you watch him wince when he moves too much. “And I told you, I’m fine. So just shut the hell up about it already.”
You watch him for another moment, taking careful stock of the way he leans back on his shoulders and curls his arms around his sides. You didn’t ask him specifically- but you’re sure now, Bakugou’s at least got broken ribs- among many other broken and sprained things probably.
Fine, if he won’t readily accept your help, than you’ll just have to goad him into admitting his own failure.
“Hmm, sure, then step away from the wall then, hot shot.”
He’s quiet, but you watch as his eyebrows pinch and his cheeks redden.
“Why? Stop bein’ fuckin’ weird! I’m just standing for a second, leave me the hell alone, shitty woman.”
You just shake your head. It almost disgusts you how much rolling fondness smothers what should’ve definitely been annoyance.
“So, you’re telling me,” You start, walking a little closer to him. “That if you stepped away from this wall right now- that you wouldn’t immediately fold in half like a lawn chair?”
“No!”
“Okay. So do it then, pop rocks. C’mon. Let’s see.”
“I’m- I’m not just gonna fuckin’ do something just because you goddamn told me too!”
“Not even if it’s a challenge?” You tease, nearing him even more. You’re just a few measly feet away now, staring defiantly up at petulant red eyes. “Because it is- a challenge. I bet you that you can’t do it.”
“Fuck you.” He grits out, but then he’s pushing off his shoulders and standing straight. “See? That’ll teach ya to run your stupid mouth about shit you don’t know dick about.”
“Hmm, good words, Katsuki- expressive, even. We’ll see how long you last.”
He doesn’t say anything, but you can see his jaw clenched down; his shoulder’s strung tightly, the slight twitch in his calves. Katsuki isn’t going to stay upright for much longer.
You move before you even recognize it, sidling up to him and ducking under his arm.
“What are you- Stop! Get the hell away!” He barks harshly, but stands in place, not really doing much other than flushing violently. “It’s- I don’t need your fuckin’ help!”
“No, Katsuki, chill out- stop,” You laugh, rearranging his heavy arm over your shoulder. “If we’re doing this then I’m going to help you!”
“Lemme go! I’ll fuckin’ crush you, I don’t need your help!”
“Okay, yes, fine, maybe you don’t need it, but it would make me feel a whole lot better if you accepted it,” You huff, your hand wrapped tight around his wrist. “And you won’t crush me- I’m a big girl, I promise I’ll be fine. So just stop being stubborn- for me? Please?”
He growls, rolling his eyes to the ceiling- but then he’s shuffling closer to you and shaking his head. If you thought his arm was heavy before, you were sorely mistaken- when Katsuki finally surrenders, the solid weight of all his muscles nearly takes you out. You stumble for a moment before regaining your balance.
“Idiot. Thought you said you could handle it?” Katsuki looks down at you, smirking slightly before once again rolling his eyes. “Now, c’mon, fuckin’ get on with it, sunshine.”
You resist the sudden slight urge to nudge his ribs, or let him collapse to the ground- this was your idea, and you wouldn’t let your child of a soulmate talk you out of helping him.
“So, I was thinking-“ You begin to shuffle with him, slightly breathless. “We sneak out the back. Or something. There’s a crowd outside.”
“Already established that, several times, fuckin’ ages ago, dipshit- and of fuckin’ course there is. It’s me.”
“Oh my god, this is not the time for your ego!” You groan, but still keep a steady pace as you begin, towards the door. “Speaking of, though, one of your fangirls told me somethin’ real interesting on the way in, though.”
“Christ. What?”
“Apparently, she’s your soul mate.” You laugh, shallowly, trying to project a confidence you couldn’t feel. “C’mon, Katsuki, you should’ve told me! Total dick move that I had to find out from her!”
He scoffs, patting your shoulder with the hand strung across it. “You fuckin’ tell her off or somethin’?”
“Nope. I told her that I think you guys would make a really cute couple!”
“Are you fuckin’ serious?”
“No- of course not.” You say stopping in front of the door for a quick break. You suddenly weren’t sure whether you could really do this or not. “I didn’t say much of anything, really, didn’t know if I could.”
“Hah?” He looks down at you funny, red eyes squinting. “Fuck’s that mean?”
“You know, your career? Didn’t wanna say anything just in case.”
“Incase’a what?”
“I- I don’t know,” You stutter, suddenly feeling insecure. You focus your eyes on the tiles beneath your feet so you don’t have to look at his eyes. Eyes that you can feel boring into the side of your head. “Just in case, you know?”
“No. I fuckin’ don’t.” He says, mild irritation coloring his voice from above you. “Stop thinking so goddamn much, I can’t fuckin’ keep up- just tell me what you’re all worked up over.”
“It’s-“ You sigh, ringing your hands together anxiously. “You’re- you’re not embarrassed, right? Because, I know I shouldn’t have done this but I was looking you up again, and I just- I didn’t see anything about you having a soulmate? Anywhere? Ever? Do you just not want people to know or- because that’s totally fine, you know, like I get it, you’ve got this super big career outside of me and I’m totally fine if you just wanna like not say anything to anyone or lik-“
“Idiot. Stop thinking so much.” Bakugou tilts his head towards the ceiling. “I’m not fuckin’ embarrassed of you.”
“T-then why?” You ask hesitantly, while staring at your feet. You’re not sure if it’s the jarring movement as he rearranges his weight or your racing heart, but either way you’re feeling sick. “Actually- you know what, it’s fine, forget I even said anything. It’s fine. I’m fine.”
Bakugou doesn’t say anything, just nods and stays silent. Then he looks down at you, at the way you won’t meet his eyes, and he groans.
“Fuckin- fine. God, you always make me say the most embarrassing shit.” He gripes, flushing slightly as you finally look up at him. “It’s not because of any of that stupid shit. It’s- I fuckin’, ugh, I didn’t want somebody else findin’ you or whatever before I did.”
“What? Find me? Who?”
“God, you’re fuckin’ dense.” He scoffs, but when you look up he’s still smiling lazily down at you. “People. Media. Fuckin’ villians probably too.”
“Holy shit.”
“Chill out. I kept fuckin’ quiet so you don’t gotta worry about that now. Besides-“ He turns his head away, cheeks flushing slightly. “I’d blast all those fuckin’ weaklings to hell if they tried anything now. So don’t get all anxious about it or whatever.”
You just look down at your feet, smiling at his words but still feeling unsure nonetheless. You understood- for sure, but that didn’t mean the weight of all these consequences was easy to bear.
“Now can we go? Are we done worryin’ about stupid shit?” He asks lightly, jostling you slightly. “Got more important things to do.”
You nod, opening the door just to watch Kirishima stumble backwards.
“Oi- shitty hair! What’re you leanin’ against my door like that for?”
“Oh! Hey guys!” He greets cheerfully, before taking stock of the situation. He tilts his head. “You guys leaving?”
“Obviously.” Bakugou scoffs, but then he’s leaning in toward his friend, dropping his other hand heavy on the red-head’s shoulder. “Need ya to distract anyone who walks up here though. Gonna leave the other way and go out the fuckin’ back.”
“Oh- yeah, okay! Got it, man! You sure you should be leaving though?”
“That’s what I said.” You interrupt, glaring Bakugou into silence as he tries to speak. “But he insisted- and I’ve got all his meds and instructions so I think we’ll be alright. Maybe. If we’re lucky.”
“Don’t just fuckin’ talk about me like I’m not standin’ right here, shitty woman!”
“I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t so difficult all the time!” You retorted. “Now, you can handle it from here, right Kirishima? We really could use your help.”
“Yep! Totally got this! You guys go on ahead, I’ll stand guard right here!” He flashes a bright smile at you, before pointing down the hall. “There’s a staff elevator just down there. You should use that- it’ll probably be way faster. Good luck!”
You just nod, smiling brightly at him as you pull Bakugou in that direction.
“Oi- not so fuckin’ fast!” He shouts, stumbling slightly.
“Keep your voice down, angry man! Everyone’s gonna know it’s you!”
“How the fuck is my voice gonna give it away?” He says, while simultaneously screaming like a banshee in the middle of an otherwise quiet hallway.
“Like that! So keep it down, good fucking lord.” You grumble, a breath of relief leaving your mouth as you finally near the elevator. You push the button, sighing as the doors open.
Bakugou shuffles away from you, leaning against the back wall and staring moodily at you as you press the button. The elevator surges downward, and after a minute or so the doors began to open again. You shouldered his arm once more looking up to see him pulling the hood of the sweatshirt farther down his face. He looked adorable and you couldn’t keep yourself from staring.
“Oi- fuck you lookin’ at, woman?”
“Nothing.” You laughed. “Now, c’mon, we’ve still got a ways to go.”
Sneaking Bakugou out was no easy affair to begin with, and he certainly didn’t help whatsoever. His frame was just too large and too heavy, and there was no possible way he could be quiet, especially considering his thundering steps, even when he wasn’t screaming. He seemed to attract attention no matter where he was or what he was doing. People were starting to stare as you booked it towards the back exit- you needed to move. And quick.
“Jesus christ,” You huffed, breathless and slightly irritated. You point at his stomach as you pull him along. “I know you’re hurt, but could you at least try and engage those core muscles you so obviously have?”
“You said you’d be fuckin’ fine, sunshine.”
“God, you’re difficult.” You shook your head, rolling your eyes at the sight of his amused little half-smile. “You think this is funny don’t you?”
Bakugou doesn’t say anything, but when you look up at him, there’s still that small smile edging at his lips. He seems to hold it, even through his grunts of obvious pain.
“Wow, of course you do. Immature, angry, loud man.”
“Who says I’m fuckin’ loud?” He asks hotly, pulling his shoulders in as you both shimmy through the, admittedly, small back door. “I’m not fucking loud!”
“God, you’re screaming right now! Do you even hear yourself?” You wince, but feel relieved as you help him hobble to the curb. “How’s a taxi sound, pop rocks?”
“Don’t fuckin’ call me that. I hate it. Don’t do it again.” He grumbles. “But it’s fine- whatever, I don’t care.”
“Great.”
You raise your hand up, nearly crying in relief when a taxi rolls up to the curb. When you help Bakugou in, and slide in the seat next to him, you’re almost overcome with satisfaction. Sneaking him out was one of the most difficult tasks you thought you’d ever taken on- both physically and mentally, and god, were you glad it was over.
--/--
As it turns out, explosive personalities don’t always lend themselves to explosive environments.
Bakugou’s apartment was clean, tidy, nearly spotless when you helped him walk in. It surprised you, truly, but he didn’t let you sit on that thought for long. He brushed you off, hobbling slowly down a long hallway without a word. It takes a few minutes, but Bakugou enters the room at the end and slams the door shut behind him.
Oh- What exactly were you supposed to do now?
In reality your fingers were itching to open drawers and rifle through cabinets, and just generally snoop but you, of course, knew better. So you instead chose to read through the instruction papers and medications once more- just to busy yourself and maybe see if there was anyway you could help him. Since, apparently, Bakugou was not keen on asking you for assistance himself.
You hear the door open again, and Bakugou comes unsteadily down the hallway, nearly collapsing when he reaches his couch. He’s dressed in new sweats, and he turns to look at you.
“Fuck you doin’ over there?”
“Meds, angry man.” You say, doling out the few necessary pills from a bottle. “Where’s your glasses?”
“You don’t have to fuckin’ do that.”
“What- you’re gonna force yourself to get up again?” You ask him, unimpressed. “You’re hurt, so just please let me help you. At least with this.”
He nods tightly, mouth pressed into a thin line. “Glasses are in the cabinet behind ya.”
You nod, filling a glass of water for him and walking the medication over. Watching as he took it, you weren’t exactly sure what to do now. So you just sort of hovered next to the couch, arms around your stomach anxiously.
“What’re you doing- sit the fuck down already, idiot.” He pats the seat next to him. “Stop being weird. Freaks me the hell out.”
“Yeah. Sorry.” You laughed. “Just didn’t wanna assume- in case you wanted me to leave or something.”
“Wouldn’t have let you in if I wanted you to leave. Dumbass.” He reaches over, flicking your forehead lightly. “Your stupid thoughts are clogging up the air. Stop it.”
“Hey!” You whine, rubbing at your forehead. “Not nice, angry man! I’ll let it go this time, but try it again and I promise you’ll really be hurting.”
“Mhm. I’m sure.”
He settles further into the couch, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. The mid-day sun floods through the window, hitting the column of his throat, and casting him in gold. You think he’s beautiful then. Far more beautiful than anyone else you’d ever known.
“Yeah, sorry.” You breathe out, suddenly a little nervous by your close proximity to him. “Think those’ll probably make you a little sleepy.”
“Fuckin’ stellar.”
“Don’t sound so grumpy- it’s just a nap. And besides, you should probably be taking one anyway.”
“It’s not that.” He peeks an eye open, lazily rolling his head to catch your gaze. “You hungry?”
“No- I’m good. Are you?” You ask suddenly. “I can totally get you something? Or make you something? What do you have here? What do you want?”
“Jesus, sunshine. Slow the fuck down.” He breathes, turning his head back to the ceiling with a small, fond, smile. He sighs sleepily. “I’m good. Just wanted to ask ya.”
“Yeah. Okay.”
He mumbles something, but you don’t quite catch onto it. It’s quiet for a few moments, before his breathing is starting to slow. Your surprised at just how tired he seems to be, but then again, he was taking some pretty strong pain meds. As it stands now, he seemed minutes from falling asleep, and you were worried about the strain he was putting on his neck.
“Hey- you shouldn’t fall asleep like that.” You touch his shoulder lightly, fingers just barely brushing the fabric of his shirt. “Lay down, I’ll get up.”
Bakugou just opens his eyes, only glancing at you for a moment before he closes them again. Then he’s tipping over, a flurry of heavy limbs and awkward weight hitting your lap. When you look down at him, his eyes are squeezed tightly closed and he’s blushing wildly. He kicks his feet up off the floor, and settles in, quickly becoming deadweight across your thighs.
“O-oh.” You say, breathless. “Yeah. Okay.”
“Mhm. Now shut the fuck up, I’m tryin’ to sleep.”
“Yeah.”
You’re winded, short of breath and flushing bright red from his actions; but still, you find you absolutely can’t help yourself. So, with shaking breaths, you’re carding fingers through his hair before you can think better of it.
When you look down at him, Bakugou’s only gone brighter red, but he’s smiling too. He stills, before suddenly peaking one eye open.
“Wake me up for dinner, alright, idiot?”
You nod and then he’s closing his eyes again, chest rising and falling slowly. He’s asleep and dead to the world in just a few minutes, but you can’t stop staring.
You knew you liked him- liked him a lot, as a person, not just a soulmate. You liked his weird brand of humor and his insults and death threats. You liked his masked concern and blunt words, you were even strangely fond of his yelling- but you weren’t prepared for just how much those feelings would amplify when he was so close. He was close, and warm, and breathing under your fingertips and you liked him so much. More than you’d ever liked anything or anyone else in your entire life.
You were stricken, absolutely smitten, and there was nothing you could do about it. Or even wanted to really. So you just stared, eyes tracking his calm features as you worked careful fingers through his soft hair.
You understood now- why so many of your peers had told you they were jealous. Why they had all sighed dreamily when you told them, before immediately wishing to be you. Having a soulmate was inexplicable completeness and undeniable purpose- it was finality and new beginnings all in one.
You understood now, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.
//-//
ee soz this took so long!! no excuses lmao i just stupidly started playin genshin and holy shIT was that bad for my productivity ahahaha
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Hidden Book, Hidden Giggles
word count: 2,448
summary: tommy has a plan, and gets his brother involved. things are going very well, and wilbur is very proud of himself...until the plan fails.
it’s currently 3:30 in the morning when i’m typing this, so i’m not typing a proper intro OR spellchecking this until later. no beta we die like wilbur does in this fic /j anyway buckle up because i was VERY mean to wilbur in this one
warning: this is a sfw tickle fic! don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable :]
Tommy had a great idea.
Well, in his opinion, it was great.
And that idea...was to fuck with Techno all day.
Of course, Tommy fucked with people all the time. He was Tommy, that’s what he would do. However, tonight, Tommy felt like being a little bit more of an annoying little shit than he normally was.
Naturally, he went to Wilbur for help. His plan that he had come up with relied on the power of teamwork. Wilbur agreed to help out, reluctant at first. However, nothing was wrong with a little extra amusement that was provided by Techno slowly losing his cool. Both of them had also convinced Phil to help with the plan, which Wilbur had no idea how he managed to get him on bored.
The plan was very simple, but very effective. The three of them would each steal something from Techno that night, and then continuously hide it from him around the house all day. While Techno had gone outside to practice his swordsmanship, they each snagged an item from his room. Wilbur grabbed the book that Techno was currently reading, Tommy took his crown, and Phil stole his reading glasses. When Techno came back inside after hours of practice, he was too worn out to suspect a thing.
The next morning, the first thing Wilbur did when he woke up was to check and make sure that Techno hadn’t already foiled his plans. He let out a happy sigh of relief to see that the book was still where he had hidden it: in a small cabinet drawer inside his closet. He had opened it to a random page to take up less vertical space, and it was the perfect size to be stowed away.
Things continued like normal. Wilbur got dressed, headed downstairs, said hello to Phil and Tommy, and started prepping breakfast for himself. Not much was happening in their household today. He had planned to stay home, and as far as he was aware, Phil and Techno planned to do the same. Tommy had plans to spend the night at Tubbo’s place, but it wasn’t until the evening that he had to leave. As he cracked an egg over the frying pan on the stove, Techno came shuffling into the room.
“Morning, Techno!” Phil greeted as he took a sip from his mug of coffee. Techno nodded in response, heading straight for the cabinet and pulling out a box of wheat cereal. He flipped the box over, squinting and reading through the words on the back, before walking over to Tommy, who was sitting at the table and eating a sugary cereal of some sort.
The young teen looked up, an eyebrow raising. “...What?” He asked with a mouthful of cereal and milk.
“Tommy, I need you to read the contents of this box of cereal for me.” Techno told him.
“Can’t you just...do it yourself?” Tommy questioned.
“Normally, I would, but I can’t find my reading glasses anywhere.” Techno sighed with annoyance. “I can barely make out anything on this box.”
“Do you know where you last left them?” Phil asked Techno.
“I swore I left them in their case on my nightstand, but when I woke up this morning, they weren’t inside.” He explained.
“That’s...weird. Very, very strange.” Tommy said, pretending not to know the truth. Wilbur could feel his heart beating fast as he caught Techno staring at him out of the corner of his eye, but huffed out a quick sigh of relief when Techno only said good morning to him, and nothing more. As Tommy read out the statistics labeled on the cereal box, he silently hoped to himself that he and the other two would be able to keep their acts up all day.
After breakfast, Wilbur headed into his room, both to relax and to keep guard. He grabbed his guitar, closed the door, and sat cross legged on the his bed, starting to play. He had a couple of ideas for songs, and would play around with the notes that he strummed. His family would peek open the door and visit, chatting briefly. Techno even walked by and chatted with him, still not suspecting anything.
After a few hours of playing and relaxing, he opened the door, leaving the room to get a snack. As he made his way down the stairs and to the kitchen, he found Tommy hunched over one of the counters.
“Hey, Tommy! What’s up?” Wilbur asked, stepping closer and opening the door to the fridge.
Tommy looked up, smiling as he saw his older brother. It looked like he was...out of breath? A bit strange, but Wilbur didn’t question. “Ah, Wilbur! Hey. How’s your part of the plan going?”
“Great.” Wilbur smirked as he pulled an apple out from the drawer in the refrigerator. “Technoblade came by, we had a nice little chat about swordfighting, and he hasn’t questioned anything from me since.” He said to Tommy, closing the refrigerator door now.
“What about you? How are things going?” He turned away to pick at the sticker on the apple and awaited Tommy’s response, but didn’t get one. He looked up, curious. “...Tommy?”
“Yeah...about that...Techno, um, got the crown back.”
“What? How?”
“I...he walked in on me trying it on in the mirror.” Tommy huffed, embarrassed.
“...Oh my god.” Wilbur couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at the silliness of this situation.
“I- I didn’t let him take it away from me so easily, though!” Tommy reassured, a pink tint on his face. “I ran around the room to get it away from him, but he managed to nag it. Not without me putting up a fight, I would never hand it over to him. Did you not hear me yelling at him and telling him how he would never get it back? We were pretty fuckin’ loud!”
“Mm, no.” Wilbur shrugged. “I had my door closed and was playing guitar, so I didn’t hear you guys.”
“Wow, okay.” Tommy blinked in surprise. “Well, he’s onto you next, so good luck. You’ll need it.”
“...Alright, thanks.” Wilbur shrugged as the two of them headed out of the kitchen.
Wilbur went back upstairs, apple in hand as he closed the door behind him. Instead of playing the guitar this time, he went ahead and put a music disc into the jukebox. The beats of pigstep played throughout the room as Wilbur sat on his bed, opening up a spare notebook, which had sporadic notes about possible song lyrics. He jotted down his ideas, nodding his head to the beat of the music. Probably about fifteen minutes had passed when he heard a knock on his door.
“Come in!” He called out. Opening the door was Phil, who, like Tommy earlier, looked like he was out of breath. It was quite strange, Wilbur thought.
“Wilbur, hey mate.” His father greeted him. “So, would it be okay if you were the one to drop Tommy off at Tubbo’s later?”
“What? Yeah, that’s fine.” Wilbur nodded. “What, did something happen?”
“Yeah, I’m just...” Phil paused, looking left and right, as if he was being secretive. “I’m just a little worn out.” He said, putting his hand on the doorknob, about to close the door shut with no further explanation.
However, before Phil could close the door, he was stopped by a hand wrapping around his own. Looking up, he saw Techno intensely glaring at him.
“Keep the door open, Phil. I’d like to talk to my brother.” Techno said politely. Phil chuckled softly (and, by the sound of it, a bit nervously), nodding as he walked away, leaving the two alone. Wilbur looked up as Techno entered the room and closed the door behind him. What made Wilbur feel especially uneasy, however, was that he was wearing his reading glasses.
“...Techno.”
“Wilbur.”
“You...I see you found your glasses.” Wilbur said, feeling nervous already.
“Indeed I did.” Techno nodded, walking over and turning off the jukebox. “And you won’t believe where I found them.”
“Oh, really? Where?”
“They were in Phil’s nightstand cabinet. Turns out, he had stolen them from me. Just like Tommy had stolen my crown.” He said, making direct eye contact with Wilbur. “Now, the one last thing I’m missing is my book, and I was wondering if you had any clue where it was.”
“...Nope.” Wilbur looked down at his notebook.
“Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Wilbur.” Techno rolled his eyes. “I know you took it.”
“I didn’t! Seriously!” Wilbur said, the nervousness setting in and becoming evident in his voice. “You can check my entire bookshelf, man. It’s not gonna be there.”
And that’s exactly what Techno did. He made a beeline for Wilbur’s bookshelf, scanning through each and every book. Pulling a few off of the shelf to investigate further, he went through the full thing as Wilbur simply hummed to himself and wrote down more lyrics.
“See? Exactly what I told you, it’s not there.” Wilbur said a bit smugly, proud that he was currently in the right. Techno huffed, starting to dig through other various things in Wilbur’s room, but not anywhere near the closet. At one point, Wilbur felt his heart fill with fear as Techno opened the closet door, but he only looked in there briefly, and didn’t do a full fledged look through, simply closing the closet door afterwards.
“...This is taking too long.” Techno grumbled.
“I’m telling you, I don’t have your book.” Wilbur lied. “You’re not going to find it in here.”
“You know what? Alright. It didn’t have to come to this, but you’re being stubborn.” In a swift movement, he grabbed Wilbur’s notebook and pen, tossing them to the side, then quickly grabbed Wilbur by the shoulders, lightly pushing him down and then grabbing his wrists, holding them above his head. Wilbur gasped in surprise, snapping his head up and looking at his brother.
“Now, Wilbur. Tommy refused to give me my crown, and Phil wouldn’t tell me where my glasses were. So, now, I’m going to use a strategy that I used on both of them, and it worked on both of them.” Techno explained calmly.
With that, Wilbur simply scoffed, a smirk on his face. “Oh yeah? And what would that be?” He asked, acting confident.
“Hmm...acting cocky now, are we? I’m not sure if you want to act that way right now, Wilbur.” Techno moved so that he was now sitting next to Wilbur on the bed as he laid down, and held his two hands above him with only one of his own. Wilbur did his best to relax, but the feeling of not knowing what his brother had planned was making him nervous. He stayed calm though...until he suddenly felt a hand squeezing at his right hip.
Wilbur inhaled sharply, giggling lightly and attempting to shift away from the hand. “T-TeHECHno! Whahat are you dohohoihing?!”
“Well, what does it look like I’m doing?” The piglin asked.
“Y-You’re squhuehehezing my hihihip.”
“Squeezing? That’s weird. The answer is that I’m tickling you, that’s supposed to tickle.” Techno muttered. “But, apparently, that’s not what you think, so I need to change that.” As he started clawing at Wilbur’s stomach, his eyes widened, and giggling turned into laughter.
“WA-WAHAIT- Wahahaihit! TehehechnOHOHO!” Wilbur started to squirm around, bringing his knees towards himself as an attempt to protect himself.
“Yes?” He asked, eyeing his brother.
“Yohohou’re- aHA- TeHEHechnoHO-!”
“Unable to form coherent sentences, are we? Well, I need you to speak if you’re going to tell me where the book is.”
“I dohon’t hAHAve ihihit!”
“Hmm...I don’t believe you.” Techno pushed up the bottom of Wilbur’s sweater so that his stomach was now exposed, and gripped at Wilbur’s wrists once again, holding them above his head. He shook his head so that his braid fell over his shoulder, then lowered his head slightly and put his plan into motion. Wilbur squeaked, laughing softly as he felt the tips of Techno’s hair lightly brush over his bare skin.
“This is your last chance, Wilbur. Tell me where my book is, and I won’t be nice anymore.” He said, the smallest of smirks on his face.
“Ihi’m tehelling yohou...I dohon’t hahave ihit.” Wilbur giggled, taking a moment to catch his breath.
“Heh...it’s your funeral.” Techno shrugged. He let go off Wilbur’s wrists, and immediately shot his hands down into the armpits. Wilbur’s eyes shot open, his arms flew down to his sides, and he quickly burst into loud, boisterous cackles.
“NAHAHAHAHA- TEHEHECHNOHOHO!! YOHOHOU DIHIHIHICK- AHAHAHAAA!!”
“Maybe if you had told me where my book was, we wouldn’t be in this situation.” Techno said, speeding up the speed of his scribbling. Wilbur kicked his legs, laughing hysterically.
“IHIHI DOHO- NOHOHOHAHAHA!!”
“Don’t what? I can’t understand what you’re saying.” He said, acting oblivious. He continued for as long as he chose too, until Wilbur quickly screamed out his name, tears in the corners of his eyes.
“TEHEHEHE- TEHEHECHNOHOHO- AHAHALRIHIHIGHT! IHIHIHIT’S IHIHIN THE CAHABNIHIEHET!!” He yelled through his laughter.
“Which cabinet? You have plenty of cabinets,
Wilbur.” Techno asked, leaning down and taking a breath before blowing a raspberry on his stomach. Wilbur let out a scream louder tan be ever had before, hysterical cackling spewing out of his mouth.
“IHIHIN THE CLOHOHOHOSEHEHET!!! NOHOHOW PLEHEHEHEHEAHAHASE, STOHOHOP IHIHIHIT- EHEHEHEHAHAHAHA-!”
At Wilbur’s request, Techno pulled his hands away, standing up and opening the closet door, shuffling through the cabinet drawers until he found what he was looking for. He grabbed the book, sat back down on the bed, looking at it for a moment, then groaned.
“...Wilbur.”
“Yehehes?”
“This wasn’t the page I left my book on, Wilbur.”
“Oh. Wehehell, how the fuhuhuhuck wahahas I suhuppohohossed tohoho knohohohow thAHAHAHA- TEHEHEHECHNOHOHO- WAHAHAHAHAIT, IHIHI’M SOHOHOHOREEHEHEEY-!” Wilbur shrieked as he felt a raspberry to his side, throwing his head back onto the bed.
“PLEHEHEAHAHASE TEHEHECHNOHOHO!! MEHEHEHRCY, HAHAHAVE MEHEHEHERCEHEHEY!!!” He pleased, tears streaming down his face.
“You’re asking for mercy? Well, now I know what to do when I need you to shut up.” Techno chuckled softly, standing up and heading out of the bedroom. “Oh, and I’ll see if Phil can drive Tommy to Tubbo’s for you. You’re way too tired and giggly to be able to focus on the road.”
Wilbur stared at the ceiling once Techno left, using the wool of his sweater to wipe away some of his tears. He needed time to catch his breath, and to plot how he would get revenge on his twin.
And how he would enjoy getting that revenge as much as he enjoyed this experience just now. However, he would never say that out loud.
#dawn writes#lee!wilbur#ler!techno#c!wilbur#c!techno#dsmp tickle#i am so tired gn#also this was partially a gift for river. river if ur reading this ily /p#🧨 wilbur: the bad guy#🗡 technoblade: the blood god
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Ghosts of the Night Part 1 (Sequel to Somewhere in thy Memory)
Summary: There’s a reason you went to the house at the National Cemetery......and it’s not what people think
“Are you sure we should be doing this?” you asked.
“As long as we stick to the house and don’t go near the Tomb or anywhere near the gravestones,” Gene said, hauling out the camera and some of the equipment.
You were really uneasy about this. The first walk through the house at Arlington had been an event in and of itself, but the night walk? You just hoped that Gene knew what he was doing too.
Ray and Vanessa met you close by the front porch, her brother with them; tall and imposing with a look in his eyes that reminded you every bit of Muhammed Ali. “Sup homes?” Ray greeted cheerfully. “Glad to see you crawled outta the swamps.”
“Oh, ha ha, very funny,” Gene said sarcastically. “Says the hick who can’t even eat ravioli properly.”
Ray’s face went bright red as he fiddled with his camera. “Ok, so are we gonna get this show on the road or not?”
“We’ll get moving in a minute,” you told him. “How long are we ok to be here?”
“Ya’ll are ok till sunup,” Vanessa’s brother, Kendall, told you. “Only the house, not the burial grounds.”
Kendall let the two of you into the house, the doors creaking open, much as they had done earlier in the afternoon. It was so eerie being at Arlington at night with no people around.......almost creepy in a way.��
“Shit,” Vanessa hissed under her breath. “I’m not liking this.”
“What? Are you scared?” Ray asked her.
“No just.......it feels weird.”
That same feeling you had earlier in the day crept right back in, a feeling that if anybody had made a wrong move or disturbed anything, that the activity might increase.
“Man this place gives me the creeps after dark,” Kendall remarked. “I dunno why I took this fuckin job.”
“Cause ya’ll couldn’t pass one of the tests at the police academy,” Vanessa remarked.
“Hey, ya’ll hush I didn’t have anything to do with that.”
Something loud quickly caught your attention. It sounded like a chair being moved across the floor or a piece of furniture. “Did you guys hear that?”
Everyone went dead quiet but heard nothing. You had the feeling that you were in for one wild ride that night.
#the pacific hbo#eugene sledge#sledge x reader#hbo war#hbo war au#hbo war memorial day#hbo war shortfics#k company
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The Unforgivable Curses
Requested by @e-b-immortal: How about a witch reader x tommy shelby again But she just save john with magic and kill the enemies
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female!Witch!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, magic, murder, death, spoilers?, angst
Words: 1,320
Summary: (See Request)
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Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist
I believe the witch reader concept started here
Watching what would have been her brother-in-law’s death was mortifying. Tommy sent her to watch over his cousin and brother, her secret no longer a secret helping him in his decision making, and she soon agreed with his point. His original concern had to do with the black hands, hers now related to the uneasiness her gut held. It was too...weird.
Nothing was “normal” in her life, but this was a different kind of peculiar. This was an evil kind of peculiar.
Like time was moving in slow motion, her head whipped around to spot a gun beginning to rise. It was all the time she needed to simply whip out her wand and apparate in front of John then grab him and Michael and apparate out of the way. Esme was already out of their line of fire, so she was safe and didn’t require saving. The gypsy woman watched her sister-in-law with wide eyes that contained a pleasant mix of horror and awe. Y/n grinned before ducking down to dodge a bullet that flew at her head.
The bullet she dodged had just slightly grazed John’s shoulder. It still caught him off guard enough to cause panic to emit from his mouth. A loud cry rang through Y/n’s ears and summoned a beast inside her, one Newt had yet to discover. Her wizard friend was too far away to make the discovery now though.
“Arresto momentum!” Her spell made the unrealistic rate of speed real. Time really was moving in slow motion. She watched as every bullet moved slower than a sloth. The Shelbys, and Gray, behind her held three equal doses of confusion but their amusement was fleeting
The thing was, she wasn’t done yet. A darkness clouded her eyes.
Of course, Esme had been filled in on the different spells and what they could do, Tommy and the rest of the family as well, but Esme was the most observant involving the craft. She felt her skin pale and her heart drop to her stomach when she realized what was going to happen next. Tempted to reach out for her sister in law, had she not held back by her husband, she screamed.
“Don’t do it! It’s not worth it, there are different ways! Muggle ways!”
“What are you talking about, Esme?” John narrowed his eyes at his wife.
She turned to her husband with an urgent pleading expression. “Remember? The unforgivable curses, dumbass!” Esme swatted at him but quickly gave up. She was wasting time. “Y/n said that witches and wizards usually are corrupted by the fuckin’ dark curses! She swore to never take part in them!”
John gulped. He developed Esme’s fearful exterior within seconds, exchanging glances with Michael and then running at the same time as his cousin to Y/n.
“What the hell are you doing!? Get off!” She tried to nudge Michael away softly, but his grip on her wand wielding wrist never relented. “Don’t make me do this.” A sincere warning that he ignored yet again. Her other hand grabbed the wand and aimed it towards Michael, “Depulso!”
Michael began moving backwards. He looked to John with a stern nod of his head. They would do everything in their power to prevent Y/n from losing her innocence in her magic. However, Y/n was quick to spot him, flipping her aim as she shouted, “Depulso!”
Fortunately, John observed her when she did the same to Michael. He dodged it and continued pacing forward. Every shout of the spell he managed to just barely miss. Unfortunately, Y/n had now observed John.
“Incarcerous!” Ropes flew at the blinder and tied with unimaginable strength. He was left tied up and shouting, no way to stop Y/n. The shouts only quieted for a moment. A moment in which Y/n gave John a soft empathetic look before turning and following through with her plan. The look told him wordlessly that this was the only way. To trust her.
“Expelliarmus!” The guns flew in every which way, the slow motion’s affect drawing out a small snicker from John. Which elicited a glare from Esme.
The slow motion spell lingered away with the guns, and the men previously holding them looked around desperately. Some men jumped off to grab their weapons once they’d spotted their spots on the ground, but were practically thrown- the literal effect of the spell- back by the words murmured by Y/n.
“Everte statum!” Esme held her breath subconsciously. Y/n had yet to speak the one spell she told the group that she so greatly despised. She had yet to corrupt herself. “Expulso!” The guns broke apart, exploding where they lied, thus preventing the enemies from using their weapons.
Time returned to it’s feeling. The spell was no longer there, but they swore time had slowed again. Esme almost whipped her head around to Y/n to ask what she’d done until she noticed it wasn’t the spell.
It was like a film in the theatre; an entire movie that felt like it went on for years when really it was no more than an hour. A film that flashed the mafia’s life before their own eyes, the four across from them just characters they never asked for. A film that would be their last.
“Avada kedavra!” The words left her mouth with only slight hesitation. She convinced herself it was the only way, a repetition of the phrase to herself was the small nudge she needed to give into the curse and kill the men in front of her and her family.
A few moments passed, Y/n unmoving, standing in the same spot for the small bit of time before she turned and walked to John. “Let me see your shoulder.”
“What? No!”
Esme swatted his arm, “Let her see it, you fucking bloody idiot!”
He groaned before extending his arm and moving his night shirt over the wounded shoulder. A wince left his mouth as the cold air nipped at his bloody skin on display. “Vulnera sanentur.” The pain was gone and his wound was slowly mending itself.
Y/n turned and removed herself from their conversation for the second time. She sat upon the stairs, arm resting on her lap and her cheek held up by her palm. Esme watched with a furrow of her brows. She felt bad for Y/n, afraid even. When they’d discussed spells together, the mention of the killing curse had spooked Y/n.
It was a joke, at first. Esme was jabbing at the Blinders’ work, but then a question involving the killing part of the job popped up. Y/n assured her over and over that it wasn’t her fault, but now she couldn’t help but feel a massive wave of guilt. Y/n had just preformed the one spell she said she could never bring herself to do. Had she truly been corrupted? Was her warning true? Was she not an exception of dark magic’s addicting ways?
“It isn’t over, you know? They’re still out there, and from the looks of it, they don’t plan on walking away.” Y/n spoke up, startling the three.
“Well... What are we gonna do about it?”
“Whatever we can. We’ll think of something with the rest when we get back. For now right now though,” she paced around the property, “rather- before we leave, I have to do something. In fact, I’ll do it wherever we deem necessary.” Her in lawed siblings and cousin waited for more context in her explanation before they heard a familiar spell.
The spell was one she did when they were threatened a different time. The threat was not as big as their current but it was just as, if not a little less, serious. They’d engraved the spell in their minds, thankful to its usefulness, for how grateful they’d been that it exists.
A warm feeling took hold of them; Y/n wasn’t corrupted. Y/n was determined.
“Protego totalum.” (protection spell)
#tommy shelby x reader#thomas shelby x reader#cillian murphy x reader#peaky blinders x reader#peaky blinders imagine#tommy shelby imagine#thomas shelby imagine#cillian murphy imagine#peaky blinders#peaky blinders reader insert#reader insert#tommy shelby#thomas shelby#cillian muprhy#x reader#all readers#zodiyack#hAh#got eeem#y'all probably thought y/n would be big bad#fantastic beats and where to find them#au#witch au#newt scamander#witch!reader#john shelby#esme shelby#john x esme#michael gray#no proofreading
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My Roommate’s a Demonic Deer Ch8 (Still 4 Months Later)
AO3 Link
Summary: Alastor and Anthony both feel a bit of paranoia for this day out, but a small heart-to-heart (in their own way) puts them at ease.
Words: 1,124
I AM SO SORRY. I know I explained the situation, which I will keep up for future readers, but I still feel really bad for making you guys wait. It's not a long chapter, but I feel like it's better than doing nothing at all. I really hope you guys enjoy!
Warning: Mild paranoia and panic attacks.
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Alastor felt himself slightly become paranoid at the thought of Anthony being near another person, especially one that he didn't know. ...Granted, he doesn't really know anyone that Anthony knew, but still! It made him feel...like he needed to guard him, keep an eye on him at all times.
…..Cherri could easily be working for Valentino or even is trying to earn some money! Alastor's not being paranoid, it makes perfect sense! Anthony often could be closed off about those that hurt him, so it only makes sense that he just assumes Cherri is a friend. Yes...yes…
Al then shook himself off and sighed, saying to himself, "Alright...now, all I need is some form of a disguise. I refuse to wear the awful clothing they have nowadays, however."
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Anthony rocked on his heels as he waited for Alastor or Cherri to appear, wearing his crop top still, but switched the sweatpants for some shorts. He wasn't expecting the deer man to even say yes to the idea, if anything he thought the demon would have him grovel. The bastard seemed like the kind of jerk to do that. Then again, he had been a bit nicer to him ever since the story. Maybe...things were turning around?
The boy thought for a second before snorting, "Fuck no! That asshole jus' wanted me ta shut up or-"
He then flinched at feeling his phone buzz and his heart dropped. A slight choked feeling came about him as he took out his phone from his pocket, shaking while doing so. The Italian's eyes were closed as he unlocked his phone and opened an eye slightly. A huge relief waved over him at seeing Cherri text him, "Out front of this dump, waiting for ya, Angie!"
The freckled, spunky girl also had a picture of herself with her tongue sticking out and holding up a middle finger. Anthony felt so dumb for getting so worried. He knew Val rarely texted, but….the silence was unnerving. Who knows what that fucking sociopath was gonna do to him when he came back. Hell, who's to say that he won't even be there or anywhere!? ...Maybe going out was a bad idea. Yeah, he can always just back out. A quick text is all he needed to. A text and he'll be perfectly sa-
"Are we ready to go, my dear fellow?" Alastor’s chipper voice broke Anthony out of his panicked state. He took a deep breath and turned around, looking up instinctively, "Yeah, yeah. Cherri's out…."
He trailed off when he didn't see the normally tall deer demon and instead saw a dark-skinned man. Anthony figured it was still Al, since he was sharply dressed in a button-down shirt and slacks and had a large grin on his face, but it was still shocking. He….He was shorter than him!
The lad waved his hand over the top of his head and Al's black, coiffed hair multiple times. Granted, it was only like an inch or two of difference, but it was an immense change from the seven foot demon. Anthony did this a few more times, only because he could see the annoyed twitch in Alastor's grin.
The disguised demon asked, fixing his glasses and taking a deep breath, "Are you quite done?"
Anthony blinked at him and did it one more time, snorting at the light red glow in his eyes. He grinned, "Hey, don't get mad at me! I'm jus' shocked ya actually got yerself a human disguise and one dat's actually fashionable, ya know?"
Alastor blinked at him and whispered, "I can still cut open your stomach and rip out your entrails like a magician pulling scarves, you know?"
The lad just waved him off as he went walking out the door, "Enough cute flirtin', Al. Cherri's waitin' fer us! I think yer gonna like her, 'specially since ya adore me~"
He winked at Al before leaving out into the hall with a chuckle. Anthony ended up missing Alastor becoming so comically flustered that his ears and tail appeared on his body. The disguised demon mumbled a curse at his magic betraying him and wondering why it was even acting such an odd way.
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When the two were in the main lobby, Alastor grabbed Anthony's forearm, stopping him before he could make any sexual joke, "Are you alright? I felt you become...uneasy before I asked if you were ready."
Anthony’s grin immediately dropped as he looked away and muttered, "I'm alright, Al. Geez, I'm startin' ta think ya got some- hey!"
He shouted at feeling Alastor’s grip tighten and the man narrow his eyes at him, the smile on his face becoming more strained. The boy's eyes narrowed, as well, and he huffed, practically yelling, "I'm fine! Jus' was worried about Val, dat's all! It's really no big deal, Alastor! Don't gotta worry 'bout me when I'm jus' bein' fuckin' stupid and actin' like a pussy!"
Alastor's previous worries about Cherri working for Valentino slightly diminished, since he also felt sudden relief from Anthony. However, he still had a weird nagging in the back of his mind. Either way, the disguised demon released Anthony’s arm and told him gently, "I know I don't...but that's why I do. You don't have to worry. I'm here."
Anthony seemed shocked at the response and even somewhat flattered. He cleared his throat and mumbled, looking at the floor, "Uh, well...thanks, I guess."
Al nodded, "Of course. After all, why would I want to feel like a mess all day because you can't keep your silly, petty emotions in check."
"Yeah, well, fuck ya too, Smiles!"
The two stared at one another before chuckling, clearly showing this was all just fun games. Suddenly, a freckled girl with wild hair appeared at the entrance, poking her head in and shouting, "Yo, gaybirds! Get out here before I leave ya two!"
Anthony shouted back, "Yeah, we're on our way, tittums~!"
The girl practically cackled as she left out and Anthony went running towards the front door. Wanting to hurry but not feel too uncouth, Alastor just quickly walked towards the entrance. The landlady shouted out to Anthony, "Don't be bringing any mud into this damn place, Anthony! You'll be cleanin' it up!"
The boy shouted as he left out, "Suck my left tit, Karen!"
Before Alastor could leave as well, the landlady advised, "Oh, young man, please do be careful how you act outside. It may be normal for the boy, but some might be frightened by your...talents and protective nature."
Al stared at the woman for a few seconds before nodding, "Of course, milady! I wouldn't dream of ruining le cafard's day out."
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel au#human au#alastor the radio demon#demon contract#human angel dust#human cherri bomb#alastor#human alastor#disguised alastor#angel dust#cherri bomb#radiodust#hazbin hotel fic#my writing#writers on tumblr#ao3#archive of our own#tw paranoia#tw panic attack
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Whumptober Day 4: Caged
CW: Referenced whump of a minor (sorry, Trainee!Chris), brief implied noncon of a minor reference, noncon touching (of adult), referenced pet whump, referenced bruising, referenced dubcon/noncon of adult
John Ferrick and B (referenced, unnamed) belong to @moose-teeth and is used with permission
“Hey, Manning, look at this.” Luke waggled his phone - standard company-issue, big enough to be more a tablet than a fucking communication device, but the company paid, and they didn’t care if Luke had a few game apps installed on the side.
Connor glanced up from his own lunch, where he was picking at “shrimp fettuccine alfredo”, which at least got the pasta and sauce right, but contained the three smallest shrimps that Luke Petrus had ever seen. A side salad, some garlic bread, and Connor’s usual bottle of made-at-home iced coffee completed the meal.
This was why Luke volunteered for overnight multi-day shifts and got to have his little studio apartment down in the long-term halls. He ate whatever the fuck he wanted. Which, granted, was mostly nachos and cups of soup, but the point still stood.
“What is it, Petrus?” Connor sounded bored, but he mostly sounded like that all the time these days. Moping around like he had a stick up his ass, and Petrus kind of missed the fun Connor Manning, but whatever. Some of the handlers got that way after a while, and they’d cycle through the fucking mopery and come out the other side, in the end.
Or they’d quit.
Or pop up in a white shirt and shorts.
“Look at the stupid shit my trainee’s doing right now.”
Connor didn’t even perk up a little at that, and his eyes shifted away, looking across the bustling cafeteria, eyebrows furrowing just a little. Petrus shifted in his seat and turned to look as well - he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, just a few handlers and Ferrick from Acquisitions in line for lunch. He sighed and turned back.
“Come on, Manning, try to look like you have a well-paying job with great benefits for five minutes, huh?”
Connor blinked, looking back at him. “Uh, yeah. Right. Sorry. I’m just…” He waved his fork near his head in a vague gesture. “Not having the best week.” He shifted a little uncomfortably in his seat. “What did you want to show me?”
Luke grinned, flashing bright teeth. “My trainee. Look at him.” He handed over the phone, pulled up to a live view from the camera installed in the corner of the ceiling of his current favorite trainee’s room.
Connor’s nose wrinkled in disgust. “Fuck, this is one of the underagers. You know I hate that shit, Petrus. Fucking sick.” He handed the phone back over, but Petrus only pushed it back.
“Nah, forget about that. Just look at what he’s doing.”
The short little trainee, drowning in the white t-shirt and black shorts, and with his shock collar cutting apart the pretty line of his neck, was pacing.
His coppery hair shifted in the constant cold air blowing into the room from unseen vents as he moved - a few steps from end to end and back again, over and over, stepping one foot carefully in front of the other, heel-to-toe, heel-to-toe. There was no sound to the video, but Petrus knew if there was, the boy would be counting, one step two step three step four step, in his low voice, stammering through the words.
The stammer was cute, but he’d get rid of it before the prospective took him home.
The trainee turned and walked back the way he’d just come, toe-to-heel-to-toe-to-heel, until he hit the wall again. Then turned around and repeated it. Covering every single inch of tile along the floor, from one side of the tiny room to the other, before he started it all over again. His hands were twisted into his shirt, kneading and pulling at the thin cotton. His head jerked to the side on occasion, bumping into the wall, in a rhythm only he understood.
Petrus snorted, while Connor only looked at it, almost blankly. “Pacing like a fucking tiger at the zoo in his little cage.” Luke’s voice dipped into affectionate warmth. “He’s gorgeous, right? Pretty little thing, now that I fixed his little defiance problem, and so eager to-”
“Stop.” Connor snorted, jabbing his fork back into his pasta.
“You can’t tell me he doesn’t look good like that.”
“He looks like a fucking teenager, and I stopped thinking high schoolers looked good when I stopped fucking being one, you perverted piece of shit. On the outside, someone like you would be in prison.”
“Oh, and you wouldn’t, you fucking rapist?”
Connor sat back, pale except for bright red spots on his cheeks. “Yeah. Yeah, okay, good point. Maybe we should all be in prison.”
“Manning, that isn’t… Jesus.” Luke sat back, staring slightly wide-eyed, caught off-guard. “I just don’t see why you give a fuck if he’s under eighteen.”
Connor glanced up, and there was a weird spark of anger in his dark eyes that made Luke oddly uneasy. “Because I don’t go for that, and you know it. When I was-… it doesn’t matter.”
“You’re right, it doesn’t. 499’s got energy like you wouldn’t believe, you’re missing out. Although it’s a pity watching him wear himself out. Hate to let him get it out in there when he could be using it correctly on my training table.”
Connor handed the phone back over, shrugging, his eyes back on the line over on the other side of the room and not on Luke at all. “Then go fucking train him, Luke. Stop showing me underagers, you know I hate that shit. I don’t think we should do that, I don’t want shit to do with it. The Director made a monster fucking decision and-”
Luke leaned forward, voice dropping into a hissed whisper. “Jesus Christ, Manning, shut the fuck up, you know it gets back to her when you talk shit about her ideas. She was the one to introduce the program-”
“And it was gross, and a fucking mistake. Gross as fuck.”
“Oh, like you’re so fucking innocent. Sanctimonious asshole.” Luke pocketed his phone, swallowing against a mix of defensiveness and residual unease. “Keep your holier-than-thou shit to yourself if you know what’s good for you.”
“I don’t give a fuck who hears me, let them go pass it along to the Director. I don’t give a fuck. All of this… no. I don’t care about it anymore. I just… I just don’t.”
“Then quit. It’s a free fuckin’ country - leave if you hate your job so much.”
“Yeah, I fuckin’ well will.”
“When?”
Connor’s anger died, all at once, and Luke was struck by how much he looked like one of the pets, in that moment - haunted and uncertain. Luke wondered what the fuck was wrong with him these days. Connor had been a top handler once, always cheerful, always smiling - now he was calling in sick all the time, acting like this in public where anyone could see him do it… criticizing the Director, for Christ’s sake.
“As soon as I can,” Connor said, in a low voice. “As soon as I fucking can. As soon as he’ll sign off on my baby.”
“Your what-”
“Don’t make me look at that poor kid again, Luke.”
“That poor-… he’s a fucking pet like the rest of them, Manning. You should talk to the company therapist or something if you’re feeling like this.”
“And have the Head of Training Operations hear about my fucking feelings? No fucking thanks, Luke.”
“Yeah, well. I’m going to go wear the shit out of that trainee. Get your fucking head on straight, Manning, before someone important notices it’s crooked.” Luke pushed himself to his feet, thumb rubbing over the camouflage phone case, frowning in thought as he walked away.
John Ferrick’s lunch tray dropped onto the table next to Connor with a clatter and Connor jumped, keeping his eyes down, red flaring in his face. “What the fuck was that, Manning? You and Petrus don’t chitchat.”
“He wanted to show me his fucking trainee. You know how he is.” Connor picked at his food, not looking up as Ferrick settled himself comfortably into the seat next to him. He tensed when Ferrick’s hand slid over his thigh, rubbing into the inside through the fabric of his work pants. “Ferrick, stop it-”
“Try again,” Ferrick said, smugly, sliding his hand up even higher, pressing hard into just the right-
Connor hissed through his teeth as Ferrick’s thumb pressed into a bruising set of teeth marks. “Shit. Fuck, Ferrick-”
“What, already? I didn’t wear you out during our ‘poker game’ last night?” Ferrick began to rub in circles over the bruise, around and around the spaces where his own teeth had dug so deeply into Connor’s skin that you could probably use dental records to identify who did it. “You want me to stop, use your fuckin’ manners.”
Connor’s teeth ground together audibly. “Please stop, sir,” He managed to spit out, barely moving his lips, in a whisper.
Ferrick’s hand shifted back to pick up his own little plastic fork. He’d chosen the vegetarian option, black bean cakes with salsa and sour cream, and hummed happily. One of his favorite cafeteria meals, really. “Better. Maybe I’ll let you see your dog later, if you keep being so polite.”
“I can’t wait until he’s ready so I can tell you to fuck off as I drive the fuck away,” Connor muttered.
Ferrick just smiled. “You’re not going anywhere until I’m damn good and ready to let you go, Manning, and you know it. Not if you don’t want me to declare your fucking dog too broken to be fixed… or let the Director know about your hot little pain problem.”
Connor swallowed, and honestly… he wished he could start pacing right now, too.
There was more than one way to be caged.
#whumptober 2020#whumptober#no. 4#caged#connor manning just wants to be friends#luke petrus is a piece of garbage#john ferrick is hot but confusing for connor okay#referenced noncon#whump of a minor#referenced dubcon#blackmail#box boy#box boy universe
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History Repeats (Part 13)
Prompt: Life’s hard, right? Well throw in a not so great job, a broken heart, and chasing a pipe dream in LA. But could someone come along to make all the bad shit disappear? Or is he just another heartbreak waiting around the bend?
Warnings: language, drug addiction, alcohol addiction, angst/heartbreak, adult themes (??)
Word Count: 1964
Note: Aesthetic made by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo because she’s absolutely amazing Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo . Brainstorming from @carryonmyswansong
**Song Inspiration: Sober - Pink; Forever is a long time - Halsey
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Hayden spent all night feeling horrible about what he’d done, but he felt it was right. He barely slept, and now he didn’t know if he needed to find a new place. Not that that was the most important thing right now, but it was a factor he may have to deal with soon.
You rolled out of bed and groggily went into the kitchen to make coffee. You were a bit surprised to find Hayden already there.
“Uh, I made coffee,” he informed.
You nodded and went to grab a mug as he began talking from behind you.
“So, I think we should talk about last night,” he started but you turned around. “I’m sorry, and I’ll start looking for a new place today--”
“No, it’s fine. I, um, I did some thinking,” you said, waving him off. “You.. you might be right. Maybe we did jump into this too fast. I’m not the type to do that at all. I think everything through, but maybe this time was different. I think you’re right. If we take a break and in a year, we still want each other and everything lines up, maybe we should talk then.”
He gave you a sweet smile, nodding. “Yeah, I think that’s wise. I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to lead you on or anything.”
“You didn’t,” you assured with a shake of your head. “I’m fine, honestly. I think you should stay here. I mean, unless you’re too weird about it. I still love having you around and we can still be friends. There’s no point to put you out on the streets. We can still be friendly, right?” You grinned at him.
You were telling the truth.
It hurt like hell that he didn’t want you romantically right now, that he wanted to think you two were in some rebound phase. It wasn’t true for you, you knew this, but maybe it was for him. So you were willing to set up a time frame that might work for him. Give him an out. Not to mention, you didn’t want to lose him as friend. He did bring more light to your life than any boyfriend or friend ever had, and you didn’t want to lose that just because you broke up.
Having Hayden in your life was more important than some stupid pride.
“Yeah, yeah of course,’ he agreed, nodding. He stepped towards you and hugged you. “I completely agree. I’d love nothing more than to be friends.”
His words made you sting. His touch made you feel as if you were on fire. But you ignored it all and put on a brave face.
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The next several days were hard. You weren’t sure which were harder -- being at work at the hotel or the studio away from Hayden or being near him. Seeing him didn’t brighten your day like it used to. You thought it would. For some stupid, silly, naive reason, you thought you’sd still feel warm when you saw him, but you didn’t. All you could see was the man who didn’t want you.
Someone not wanting you was nothing new. Your old friends had stopped checking on you a long time ago, despite your efforts to reach back out to them. All you had now was Hayden and the new people in Trey’s.
But now you didn’t even have Hayden, not really. You tried to make sure things weren’t awkward and just go back to how they were before, but you couldn’t. How could you? How could you pretend you didn’t want to kiss him when he gave you that warm, fond smile? How could you not run your fingers through his hair when he came out of the shower, his hair still wet and looking absolutely hot and adorable? How could you not want to rest your feet in his lap while you two watched TV for a few free hours? How could you not want to cook and clean together and joke around, but then wrap your arms around his waist like always?
No, life couldn’t return to normal for you with Hayden. That was just no longer an option, the ship had sailed long ago and there was nothing to do about it.
What made it hurt all the more was that this was always how it happened. You thought everything was fine, you thought things were good and then suddenly, poof - the guy was gone. Were you just blind to signs? Were you just too clingy and guys could sense it and it sent them running? Did you just fall for everyone who was afraid of commitment?
You should’ve seen this coming. He was with a woman for ten years, had a child with her, but never married her. If that isn’t a sign of a fear of commitment, you weren’t sure what was.
The parties of Trey’s continued and you decided to frequent even more of them, trying to find any excuse not to be home. More parties meant more alcohol though and you decided to get drunk every night, but then you’d wean off of it, so by the time you got home, you were practically sober again.
Feeling the thoughts of Hayden fade away with every sip of your drink was fantastic. You weren’t one to usually seek out the bottle in times of distress, but when in Rome… The parties, the company, the drinking -- it all took your mind of Hayden, and you desperately needed it.
Eventually though, it wasn’t enough.
The drinks weren’t enough to make you forget about him. He bled through. You were still crying over him at parties.
One night, you were talking to Darren about it. He was your drummer after all and you’d spent a lot of time with him, became friends. You two were in a booth at a club, in the back corner, talking.
“I just… I just want him back,” you all but sobbed.
“Hey, hey,” he soothed, “use your heartache as a tool for your music, babe. All the best musicians do. Nothing sells more records than heartbreak. Let me tell ya.”
You nodded. “You’re right, I should.”
“Fuckin’ a, I’m right. But… if you’re that hung up on the guy, I can help you forget.”
You frowned. “Forget… like?”
He nodded before pulling out that white substance again. You felt uneasy about it.
“Look, I’m right here. I won’t leave you all night. I’ll watch you take it and I’ll keep you safe,” he vowed.
For some reason, those words, that promise to protect you, it was all you needed to trust him. Forgetting Hayden would be ideal. You’d never hurt this bad. All you did was nod before he helped you. He poured a tiny amount on your hand, and instructed you on how to take in the substance.
Once it hit your system, you felt funny.
“Darren, I don’t feel so good,” you started, feeling extremely anxious.
He held onto you. “Hey, shh, shh, you’re okay. It’s fine. You’re fine. Just ride with it, love.”
You nodded slowly and let the feelings wash over you naturally. That was all it took. The rest of the night you partied, you danced, you felt great. You weren’t thinking about Hayden at all, and it finally felt amazing to be free of all this heartbreak that had weighed you down.
That was just the first night.
Every night after work, you tried to find a party with Darren, or anyone in his circle and you asked for a hit. Hayden was your drug before, but now he was gone. Something had to replace him.
The routine became the same, and you’d end up home, at the end of your high, with Hayden already in bed. He never saw you drunk, high, or anything other than straight laced heading into work, if that.
One night though, shortly after you got your hit, you got sick to your stomach. Veronica, a mutual singer friend of Darren’s, offered to drive you home. You took her up on the offer because you were an odd mix of feeling as if you were invincible but also feeling as if you’d throw up.
She got you home, found your keys, and got you inside. Hayden heard the commotion around 1 AM and came out ot see what was wrong.
“Oh, hey,” Veronica greeted. “She’s kinda sick so… Who are you?”
“I’m her roommate,” he said.
“Ah, okay, cool. I’m gonna leave her in your capable hands then. Just wanted to make sure she got home safe.” She sat you in the chair at your dining room table and waved goodbye as she dropped your purse and key near the door.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” Hayden asked as he came forward, he started to kneel in front of you but you jumped up.
“No, not really,” you snapped while you got up. “My stomach hurts like a mother fucker. I need to lie down.”
Hayden started to grab your shoulders so he could get a good look at you. “Hey, come here. Let me see you.”
“What? No, why? Get off me,” you ordered, wrenching away from him.
But he got a good enough glimpse. He saw your dialated eyes and that’s all he needed. “Jesus, Y/N. Are you fucking high?” he demanded, angry.
“Why do you fucking care?” you asked, walking around him.
“Because I do,” he insisted. “What the hell are you doing? What are you thinking? This is really how you want to start your career? High?”
“Me being high and singing have nothing to do with each other. Last I checked, it’s not any of your fucking business what I’m doing,” you seethed as you got in his face. “It’s my life and you checked out of it a long time ago. If you were ever even in it.”
“Of course I was in it! I supported all of your talent. I still do. I still think you can make something of yourself without having to be high as a kite to do it.”
“You’re not my fucking parents,” you angrily reminded.
He retorted, just as angry, “I still give a fuck about you.”
“Yeah you made that very clear when you said you just wanted to be friends,” you snarled.
“What? Because we aren’t sleeping together, it means we don’t care about each other?” he asked, flabbergasted at your outrage. He was just trying to help you, trying to sort out what was going on with you, and you were so angry at him.
“No, because you just up and left! Because we were perfect, we never fought, and then just like Jason and all of my other ex’s you just threw me away. I guess I’m only good enough to distract men, huh, just not actually commit to? Well, screw you, screw all of you. I’m good enough for Trey and that’s all I need.”
“I never said any of that! I never said you weren’t good enough, I just said maybe we were rushing into things and I don’t want it to feel like a rebound.”
You shook your head. “Call it whatever you want, but the bottom line is, you left!”
“So this is how you act? You get drunk every night and now you’re high. You’re never this reckless.”
“Well now I am! You know what? Fuck you, I don’t need this. I want you out. You have until tomorrow night to get the hell out. I don’t like having to answer to anyone in my own god damn home.”
“Y/N,” he stressed, sighing, exasperated.
You gave him a cold look before retreating into your room and closing the door to deal with your sick stomach.
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Night and Day
Whumptober Day 29: I Think I Need A Doctor
Prompt: Reluctant Bedrest
Illinois is stuck in the clinic recovering from his concussion, but he's not the only injured ego in the clinic. Yandere is there too, and both he and Lio are anxious to leave the clinic, but for different reasons. (cont. from “Fall From Grace”)
Warnings: References to injury, some angst
Read on AO3 (Full Whumptober Series)
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Illinois isn’t the only one in the clinic right now, but as much as he hates being injured and stuck in bed, he understands he’s the one better off.
After all, he only has a concussion to push through, though it is a pretty bad one. One bed over, though, is Yandere, who has a couple fractured vertebrae, a broken shoulder, a gunshot wound to the stomach, and a concussion nearly as bad as Lio’s.
Lio had heard the story in pieces as Dr. Iplier treated Yandere and got him settled; the walls of the clinic rooms are thin, and Lio overhears almost everything without even trying. Apparently, Wilford accidentally shot Yandere while he was in the catwalks of the studio, causing him to fall and land right on his back. Lio may curse his bad luck, but maybe it was good that he fell on his head. At least he was still able to walk out of that cave.
But he won’t be doing any walking for a while. Dr. Iplier had taken one look at him and pretty much demanded he rest and stay in the clinic for further monitoring. “Rest” includes physical rest, but also cognitive rest.
“No reading, no screens, limited social interactions and only the lightest of activity,” Dr. Iplier had stressed, “And that’s for the next four or five days, maybe longer if I feel like you need it.”
Lio hates it, but there’s one person who doesn’t.
“Lio, doll, you almost died!” Yancy exclaims the first time Lio complains, “Youse got any idea how worried I was about you!? I call ya, you sound real fuckin’ weird, you tell me ya fell and hit your head, and then you stop talkin’ and won’t answer no matter what I say to youse!! I half-thought youse was dead, Lio!”
“I feel like I’m gonna die,” Lio mutters, “Of boredom. There’s nothing to do! I can’t even listen to an audiobook or stretch my legs out of this bed.”
“It’s so ya don’t get brain damage, doofus,” Yancy scolds him, pouting in a way that makes Lio want to kiss him, though he knows it isn’t the time. “Besides, hon, you could be worse. I just got done talkin’ to Yandere.”
Right, Yandere.
As much as Lio pities himself right about now, he can’t help but feel bad for Yandere. To be injured so grievously is one thing, but to be injured, even accidentally, by someone you love? He can’t imagine how it would feel, mainly because he can’t imagine Yancy or Magnum ever hurting him. Somehow Magnum is even more doting than Yancy when he visits.
“How are ye feeling, lad?” Magnum asks fretfully, puttering over Lio with his huge brows drawn together with worry. “Ye need a pillow, or another blanket, maybe yer hungry–”
“Mags, relax,” Lio tells him, unable to keep from chuckling, “I’m fine, all I need is to get outta here and back to adventuring again.” He sighs. “No chance of that yet, though.”
“Afraid not,” Magnum agrees, “I’ll warn ye now that if ye try leavin’ the clinic before Doc wants ye to, I’ll be puttin’ ye back to bed meself.”
“I don’t doubt it,” Lio admits. There’s not a single person in this building that Magnum couldn’t toss over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carry wherever he pleases – except maybe the Googles, but even then, Lio bets Magnum could do it.
Yandere gets visitors, too. Yancy, of course, whenever he visits Lio. Chrome too, mostly to entertain Yandere by the sound of their conversations. Dr. Iplier probably checks on Yandere more than is strictly necessary, certainly more than he checks on Lio. Dark comes by too, and while it makes Lio uneasy to be around him, he’s not nearly as intimidating when he’s asking Yandere how he feels for the third time that day.
The only person close to Yandere who doesn’t visit him is Wilford.
Lio knows Wilford to be devil-may-care, unperturbed by blood and injury, even when it hurts those he loves. He’s heard stories from Bim about the times Wilford has gotten Bim shot or stabbed by accident, and according to Bim, Wilford never cared much about those. Half the time he didn’t even apologize, and he was never scared away from visiting Bim while he was healing. But hurting Yandere so gravely must’ve managed to give Wilford some guilt, enough to keep him away from Yandere’s bedside.
“Did you ask onii-san to visit?” Yandere asks Dark for the dozenth time.
“I did, love,” Dark replies for the dozenth time, “He always tells me he will, and then when I ask him why he hasn’t, he says he will this time, and so on.” He sighs. “I know from experience that getting Wilford to do something he doesn’t want to do is…challenging, to say the least.”
Lio can imagine.
“But why not??” Yandere whines, “I miss him, and I know he feels bad, but…I thought you said he was okay.”
“He certainly acts like it,” Dark says, “But there’s no way he isn’t still thinking about it. At this point, though, trying to talk to him about it will only make him worse.”
“I guess,” Yandere mutters. No, sniffles, Lio realizes.
“There now, love,” Dark soothes, “No need for tears. Just because Wilford isn’t visiting doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. You know as well as I do how much he loves you.”
“I know,” Yandere says, quiet and sad, “I just…I want to talk to him, and I want him to stop blaming himself.”
After a couple days of this, Lio wakes up in the middle of the night to soft weeping.
He immediately feels awkward; he shouldn’t be hearing Yandere’s private grief. He debates pressing his call button to attract Dr. Iplier, so he can notice Yandere’s tears and comfort him. But that feels too weird, too underhanded. But he also can’t just lay there and listen to Yandere cry. It’s true that he and Yandere don’t get along the best – well, more like Yandere doesn’t get along with him. He still hasn’t forgiven Lio for breaking Yancy’s heart all that time ago, even though Yancy has. He’s civil enough to Lio for Yancy’s sake, but you’d never catch him alone with Lio if he can’t help it. Still, Lio can’t help but feel bad for Yandere, not to mention how tired he is of lying here doing nothing. That’s what makes him speak up.
“Um, hey…” he says, not sure how else to begin.
Yandere keeps crying. Either he can’t hear Lio or doesn’t know he’s being spoken to.
“Hey, Yandere,” Lio tries again, louder this time, “You alright?”
A dumb question, but Lio doesn’t know what else to ask. Yandere hears him that time, and his weeping stutters as he prepares to speak.
“No, y-yarou,” Yandere mutters, “The hell are you listening f-for anyway?”
Lio doesn’t know what “yarou” means, but he doubts it’s kind.
“I wasn’t trying to listen,” Lio says, “But you woke me up. It’s pretty to hear what’s going on in your room, even if I try not to.”
“How m-much have you heard?” Yandere asks warily.
“Most of it, I think,” Lio admits.
There’s a pause.
“Great,” Yandere mutters, annoyed enough that his tears are petering off. “If that’s true, what the hell are you asking me if I’m okay for? You already know what’s going on.”
“I’m trying to be nice,” Lio says, a little annoyed himself, “I didn’t want you to cry, and now you’re not crying anymore, so you’re welcome.”
“Ugh,” Yandere says, and Lio can practically hear the way his lip curls in irritation, “Whatever.”
Another pause.
“Sorry about…everything with Wilford,” Lio finally says, “Sounds tough.”
“I guess,” Yandere says, quiet. He thinks for a moment. “What happened, it…it reminded him of something. Have you seen the “Who Killed Markiplier” series yet?”
“No,” Lio answers truthfully. He hasn’t watched much of Mark’s videos, though he’s heard that particular series mentioned by the other egos before.
“Well, you’d understand if you had,” Yandere scoffs. “I just…” He sighs. “I just wish I could talk to him myself, get out of this stupid bed and find him.”
“You’re telling me,” Lio groans, staring at the ceiling. “I’ve wanted to get out of here for four days already.”
“Didn’t you get here four days ago?”
“Exactly.”
Yandere snorts despite himself, and Lio chuckles as Yandere quiets himself.
“You know, I think Yan-kun can tell how thin these walls are,” Yandere sighs, “Maybe not consciously, but he always seemed worried about getting overheard in here. Guess I should’ve taken the hint.”
“Sounds like Yancy,” Lio laughs, “But why would he be worried about getting overheard? I’m the only one here to listen.”
“Because,” Yandere replies, “He feels like you aren’t taking what happened to you seriously enough.”
“I mean, I knew that,” Lio says.
“Do you, though?” Yandere asks. A pause. “I was there when he called you, you know. He thought you were going to die. When you stopped answering him he thought he’d heard your last words. I had to tell Yami and Wil what was going on because he was crying too hard.”
Lio’s heart twists over itself. He had known Yancy was scared and worried, Yancy had said so himself, but he hadn’t known how bad it’d been for him.
“Really?” he can’t help but ask.
“Yeah,” Yandere says, “When you got brought to the clinic, Kaizoku-kun had to drag him out so Shishi could actually look him over. And now that you’re getting better, he’s still worried about you because he’s afraid you’re gonna go out and get hurt again, and it’ll be even worse this time.”
The worst part is that Lio can imagine it. He can imagine Magnum having to scoop up a screaming, sobbing Yancy and carry him away so Dr. Iplier could do his job. He can imagine that every time he complained about being cooped up, every time he wished he could go back to adventuring, every time he wanted to get out of bed and back into the wilderness stabbed Yancy in the heart to hear it. That all those wishes to go back to normal made Yancy fear what could happen to Lio next, made him fear that Lio had learned nothing and would go out and get himself killed. Lio hates that he couldn’t see it, hates that it took someone pointing out to him how distraught he made his boyfriend feel.
“Fuck,” Lio mumbles, “I guess I better apologize for worrying him.”
“Yeah, you should,” Yandere affirms, a tiny bit of smugness in his voice. Lio barely cares.
“I’ll fix my thing in the morning,” Lio says, “I hope your thing gets fixed soon, too.”
A pause, the longest one yet.
“Um, thanks,” Yandere mumbles, “You too, I guess.”
It takes Lio a while to fall back asleep as he tries to think of what to say to Yancy. It occurs to him that Wilford might be feeling similarly; wrestling with the knowledge that he hurt someone he loves so much and fearing that an apology isn’t enough.
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Yancy doesn’t visit Lio until the afternoon, but Lio still hasn’t come up with an apology that feels right. It all feels too out of nowhere or not good enough, or like he’s apologizing for getting hurt more than he is for not taking it seriously. He knows Yancy wouldn’t blame him for a freak accident, apologizing for that piece of it feels wrong. But even just apologizing doesn’t feel like enough. This wouldn’t be the first time Lio hurt Yancy, and he wonders with some bitter sadness why Yancy still puts up with the pain Lio causes him.
So when Yancy comes in to talk to Lio, he acts like everything’s normal. He doesn’t complain about being stuck this time, but he can’t find the words to apologize – until Yancy starts to leave.
“Alright, I’ll letcha go,” Yancy says, getting up from the chair he’s sitting in, “But maybe I’ll come back later if Doc lets me.”
“Wait,” Lio says, internally cursing himself, “I have something I need to tell you.”
“Youse coulda said it anytime these past ten minutes, doll,” Yancy says teasingly, “I’m gettin’ outta here before Doc yells at me for makin’ ya use your brain too much.”
“Yancy, hold on!” Lio insists, reaching out and taking Yancy’s wrist, stopping him from walking away, “It’s important, babe, I don’t want to wait anymore.”
“Look, Lio, I know youse hate being bored,” Yancy says, and Lio can see the tired sadness in Yancy’s eyes now that he’s looking for it. “But youse gotta sit tight until Doc says you’re okay.”
“That’s just it, Yance, I…” Lio sighs, deciding it’s best to just be plain about it. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” Yancy asks, confused enough that he doesn’t try to pull his arm out of Lio’s hand.
“You’ve been worried about me,” Lio says, “Even after I got rescued, you’ve been worried, and…and I’m sorry I haven’t been taking that worry seriously, or taking my recovery seriously.”
As he talks, Yancy’s expression goes from confusion to shock to holding back emotion, especially when Lio pulls Yancy back to his bedside, hand moving from his arm to clasp his hand in his own.
“I shouldn’t have kept blowing you off,” Lio murmurs, “And I should’ve been more focused on getting better instead of just getting out of here.”
Yancy sits back down in the chair by Lio’s bed, looking down.
“I said I half-thought youse was dead before,” Yancy mumbles, voice thick, “But that ain’t true. I fully thought you were dead, or about to be. I was such a mess I could barely tell Dark what was happening. I worry every time you travel, and it just…” Yancy chokes a little. “It was my worst fear come true. And hearin’ youse complain about every little thing, about having to stay here and heal, just…made me wanna scream sometimes. Made me feel like youse didn’t care, about me or about yourself.”
“Jailbird,” Lio murmurs, reaching out his free hand to cup Yancy’s cheek. The action makes Yancy finally look up, and Lio isn’t surprised to see and feel tears on his cheeks, but it still breaks his heart. “I do love you, and I sure do care about getting better. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way.” He strokes Yancy’s cheek, catching tears. “I’m thinking I’ll stay home for a while once I heal. Maybe take you on one of the local hiking trails, one where the worst that could happen to me is a sprained ankle, but otherwise just chill out.”
“Is that just to make me feel better?” Yancy asks, managing a grin, “It’s workin’, for the record.”
“Kinda,” Lio admits, “But I’d also rather not go out and get myself hurt again.”
“Good answer,” Yancy chuckles, leaning forward to kiss Lio. Lio meets him partway, tastes salt on his lips.
“I love you,” Lio murmurs as they pull away.
“Youse said that already,” Yancy teases, “But I love youse too.” After a quiet moment, Yancy sighs. “Now I really gotta go, before Doc realizes I’m still here.”
“Alright, alright,” Lio laughs, letting go of Yancy’s hand. “I might get to leave tomorrow, though; he told me this morning. I’ll finally be able to talk to you longer than ten minutes at a time.”
“We’ll see,” Yancy says, though he’s still smiling. “See youse, freebird.”
“Bye, angel,” Lio replies as Yancy leaves the room.
Lio expects Yandere to say something after Yancy leaves, but surprisingly, he doesn’t. Maybe he’s sleeping, or too engrossed in whatever he’s doing to eavesdrop. Either way, Lio is glad Yandere brought the problem to his attention, even if it was just to have something to be smug about.
Lio can only hope Yandere’s problem can be solved soon.
~~~
That night, Lio is once again woken by the sound of Yandere crying. But before he can think to talk to him again, he hears another, much deeper voice soothing him.
“I thought you were waiting for me to visit,” playfully chides the accented voice of Wilford, “What are all these tears for?”
“Y-You wouldn’t visit,” Yandere whimpers, “I started th-thinking that maybe, maybe it was m-me…”
“It wasn’t you,” Wilford says, “It…it wasn’t you at all.” His voice sounds far away.
“Yami said what h-happened reminded you of…back then,” Yandere murmurs carefully, still sniffling a little. “I guess it makes s-sense.”
“I still feel bad,” Wilford admits, “You’d gotten hurt, by me no less, and all I did was stand there.” A pause. “I was too wrapped up in myself to worry about you.”
Lio is shocked. To call Wilford “self-involved” is an understatement, at least as far as Lio knew. He knew Wilford was feeling guilty, but for him to have such self-awareness is unexpected. Now Lio feels bad about eavesdropping, but it’s not like he can’t not hear what’s happening. Wilford’s voice carries even without him trying.
“It wasn’t your fault!” Yandere exclaims, “You didn’t mean to hurt me, and I’m fine now! Or I will be soon, Shishi said I only have to be here for a few more days.”
“I know,” Wilford sighs, “But then I went and made you upset while you were trying to get better. I knew I should see you, and I wanted to, I just…wasn’t sure if I could…manage.”
“I get it,” Yandere says softly, so quiet that Lio almost doesn’t hear it. “I have my own stuff. Not like you, but…we both have weird stuff in our brains.”
“That’s a way to describe it,” Wilford chuckles.
“I’m glad you came, though,” Yandere adds, “Even though it’s so late at night. Why now, anyway?”
“Figured I’d already waited too long,” Wilford says flippantly, “And besides, I knew you wouldn’t expect it! Was it a fun surprise?”
“Hai!” Yandere laughs, “But not so loud, Wil, if Shishi hears you and comes in he’ll get mad at you for visiting so late!”
“Oh, let Dr. Crabbypants get mad at me,” Wilford scoffs, “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
Ah, now he’s starting to sound like the Wilford that Lio is more familiar with.
“I’m also tired,” Yandere giggles, “And if I try to stay up all night, Shishi’ll definitely notice in the morning. And if I’m really tired, I won’t be able to cover for you!”
“Well, if you insist, I suppose I’ll let you get some sleep,” Wilford chuckles, “But I’ll be back to bother you again tomorrow.”
“Promise?” Yandere asks earnestly.
“Of course, otouto,” Wilford answers, gentle and fond.
“Good,” Yandere says, audibly relieved. “I love you, onii-san.”
“Love you too, kid,” Wilford replies, before the signature poof of him teleporting away sounds from Yandere’s room.
The last sound Lio hears from Yandere’s room is a happy sigh and the rustling of Yandere settling into bed for sleep.
Lio does the same, feeling much better at heart than he did the night before.
#illinois jones#yandereplier#markiplier fanfiction#fanfic#whumptober2020#markiplier#kristin says stuff#my writing#this is wholesome#don't get used to that asfhdskjhfkgf
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Pain of being in love part 3
Original apart of @jtargaryen18 #30daysofchris2020
Two weeks had dragged by as you felt like an empty shell going day by day . You hadn't spoken to anyone apart form Scott ,you haven't left the house unless it was for a good reason. You would constantly forget to eat so Scott became like your own personal chief.
And all this because the time had finally arrived where your love for chris was outshone by his own love for someone else .
Scott had told you that Lisa and Minka have been planning a engagement party much to chris dislike as he sees the announcement as an engagement party .
Chris had tried to call you but you always let it go to voice mail as it was probably an invitation to the party next Saturday. You really didnt want to go . The pain in your heart was begaing you not to as it cant take anymore hurt . But you knew as being the brothers best friend and a family friend you need to go . Because as much as it hurt you . You know that this will make Chris happy and you need to be happy for him even tho you are dying inside .
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It was the day before the party so the Friday and some how Scott had managed to get you out of your bed and house only to be in his house on his couch . Currently eating too much mint chocolate chip ice cream along with this stuiped movie Scott forced you to watch
Love Rosie .
"How fuckin ironic "
You knew that Scott put picked this movie on purpose . Whether it was for the both of you to make fun or the movie like you usual do or let you watch it because it was so fuckin relatable. Either way you too had ended up watching the movie in silence with a few mumbles about food or if one was getting up or not and even a giggle or two when Rosie was struggling with a new born .
It had got to the part of the wedding and oh by god how you related to it . Rosie speech on how she loves him no matter where he is or who hes with .. your heart was yelling someone gets it . You were stuck in your own your head focusing on Rosie words until Scott spoke up.
"How ?" He ask
"What ? " you were confused and faced him as he faced you turning his body as the movie played in the back ground .
"How , when, why ?" He stared directly into your eyes with the soft blue shade he shares with his brother
"What ? " you asked again
"When did you begin to have feeling for my brother and why ... and how much because not to be mean but iv never seen you like this not ever so his engagement clear has affected you " he said softly
You hadn't yet actually spoken the words I love your brother to Scott or I'm in love with him to be more exact but Scott had guest it never asked about it until now .
You were silent for a moment thinking ... well more like your head was empty of thoughts you just liked the silence.
"Who said I have feeling.... "
"Y/n " Scott cut you off
You shift in your seat turning to face Scott legs cross over each other and hands in your lap looking down .
"I .. I had always had a crush on him you know ... who didnt " scott hummed in agreement
"But do you remember that day when I...was ment to have my first date but he never showed up "
Once again Scott hummed
"Well Chris picked me up... and he tried cheering me up .. and it worked "
You glanced up a Scott who looked softly at you as your eyes hot glassy . You looked back down to your hands as there stared nervously fiddling with the ends of the blanket that was wrapped around you.
"Well we were at a dinner ... and do you know in movies it like you have loved someone and you always new . Well it wasnt like that ... "
You took a deep breath.
"I hit me .. like a truck ... he was sitting at the other side of the table... and it hit me everything flooded I... love him but not just that . Because I love you ."
That caused Scott to scoffed as if ' I know you do who doesnt '
"It was more ... well more like a different type of love ... or more like . I was in love in love with him ."
You glance up at the ceiling letting the tears sink back into your eyes as you shake your head .
"I AM in love with him "
You looked at Scott who now had tears in his eyes ..and red showing he was trying to hold them back .
"And I think I always will . "
You were both silent for a seconde
"No matter where he is ... or who hes with a will always love him "
That caused you both to giggle as you made your way into Scotts open arms
"Quoting are we " he chuckled as your head landed on his chest as his arms wrapped around you .
"Well you know me "
You heard him sniff as you felt a tear drop into your hair .
"Oh .. god ... how have you kept it in for so long... that was like ... .... we were 14 or 15 fuck how ? Why ?" He said softly as tears clouded his voice .
"I didnt say anything or do anything because he will never and has never felt the same I'm... im like a sister to him ...in a weird way... and I'd never deserve him ....."
You left your head and looked at Scott .
"And at the same time I realised iam in love with him I also knew nothing would become of it because... " tears bow fell down your eyes .
"Because it was better to have both of you in my life then not to have neither of you ... and I wasnt willing to risk it ..... and I knew ... I knew this time would come .... but it dosnt stop .... it doesn't stop it hurting " you couldn't help but let it all out as you tucked your self back into Scott
He placed a kiss in your hair
"Your a silly one ain't ya ..... I will always be here you know that " he said softly
"You do know that right ?"
You just nodded as your tears drained his shirt .
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You stood at Lisa front door with Scott by your side much like that dreaded day three weeks ago . You were in a blue floral dress in small pumps waiting patiently as you heard the party already up and ready with in .
"Its not late to turn back " Scott whisper in your ear just before the door swang open. To reveal Minka at the door with a giant smile and an even bigger diamond on her left hand . That had somehow made your heat beat pain through out your veins.
"It is now " you whisper back before putting a wide fake smile on
"Minka .... contagralations " you tired your best not to sound bitter you really did .
"Y/n right ? " she asked looking you up and down . You just nodded your head
She was about to speak again when Chris practically ripped the door hinges off as he opened the door wider . As his eyes landed on you there grew and his month hung open as he let out a deep sigh . Making your heat beat fast instead of the numb feeling it has had over the last three weeks .
"Y/n " was all he said a small whisper .
You and Chris eyes were locked missing the fallen smile of Minka as she looked between the two of you here eyebrows knitting . While Scott had a small smirked placed on his lips due to Minka reaction
"Chris I thought we agreed I'd do the door " Minka snapped at chris . Breaking his eye contact with you . To glance at Minka for a split seconde
"Um yeah sorry " he said quickly and looked back deep into your eyes , with the softest blue shade "I... I just heard her name ..." he sighed and he said it slowly and softly . He tilted his head almost like a child went there feelings are hurt . "I haven't..... I havnt see you ... heard form you ... I tried calling but ..I always ... "
"I was busy " you cut him off
Before chris could answer or even process what you said , Lisa pops her head at the other side of the door
"What are you all doing out here ! ... come on come in "she took at step back with a wide smile , as you stepped in .
She pulled you in to a tight high as she always does "isn't this amazing.... finally get to celebrate my boy with hes wife to be "
You closed your eyes as your rested your chin on her shoulder and sighed "it sure is "
You took a step back and put on the widest smile .
What you didnt know was as you were facing momma Evan's. Two blue eyed boys looked at you with soften eyes but both for different reasons .
"Come on let's join the others " lisa said to all of us.
"I couldn't agree more Mrs Evan's " minka replied
"How many times Lisa or even better mom " lisa laught her and Minka walked side by side to the garden
"Ma! " chris said .
"What she will be my daughter in law soon so she better get use it " both lisa and Minka laught and diserperared into the garden . Leaving you , Scott and Chris still in the hall way of the front door .
"How soon exactly ?" Scott asked the fill the uneasy silence .
"Um its gonna be a fall wedding " chris replied
"Oh " was all you said as you felt the pit in your stomach grow and your heart beating fast
"Like .... next year or two ?" Scott said slowly shrugging with his hands in his pockets .
"Uh no " Chris paused and took at quick glance at you and looked at the floor . "This year .... in 3 months " he sighed.
And as if it wasnt possible you felt your heart crack more .
Scott only let out a deep sigh and grab your arm " come on y/n let's get a drink " you nod you head and began to walk to the garden . But you turned your head over your should and with a deep sigh , you dry throat and stinging eyes .
"Contraglation Chris " you sighted, eys watery " I'm... happy for yo... you ... sh ...Minka is a lucky girl " you choked out as Scott pulled you futher away as he tried to save you from futher heart break or for you to continue lying .
"I'm...not " Chris mumbled silently as you were out of earshot .. and took a deep sigh and then finally followed your direction and headed for the back yard.
The never ending growing pit in your soul and tears in your heart was growing more painful as you chuged down your first of many drinks of the night. But what do you expect it's the pain of being in love
Ps I didnt realise that the actress (lily colin)that play Rosie in the movie love Rosie actual dated chris
#chris evans x reader#chris evans fanfiction#chris evans au#chris evans x y/n#captain america au#captain america#fanfic
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Take it Slow - Part Twenty-Two
a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.
(TW: Mention of past abuse! This is an angsty part. Angst, smut, and some fluff.)
Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)
Harry sped over to Niall’s. He still felt uneasy about everything from last night. You forgave him, but did he deserve to be forgiven? How could he be so insensitive? He keyed into Niall’s place. He was just unpacking from his weekend with Sarah.
“Oi! I’m here!” Harry says pacing around the living room.
“Hey ma- Jesus, you look horrible.”
“Didn’t sleep last night.”
“What happened?” Niall motioned for the both of them to sit on the couch.
“No, I always come to you with my shit. Tell me about Thanksgiving with Sarah.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” He needed the distraction.
“Well, it went great…a little awkward at first. Meetin’ parents isn’t always easy. Her family is a little conservative, so we had to sleep in separate rooms. They insisted we stay there instead of a hotel. She’s still with them actually, I came back early to get some work done.”
“So you drove separately too?”
“Yeah, not ideal, but we made it work. She knew four days with strangers wouldn’t be very fare to me. Did ya happen to bring that dessert with ya?”
“No, I left it in the fridge. I sorta left in a hurry.”
“Would ya just tell me wha’ happened?”
“No, go on about Sarah.”
“Nothin’ else to go on about. Once the awkward shit was over, it was a lovely meal with good company.” Harry pulled his beanie over his eyes to try to hide his face. “Stop bein’ a fuckin’ baby and tell me what ya did,”
“How do ya know it was me?” He took the hat off completely.
“Because you wouldn’t be lookin’ like tha’ if it was her. Harry, it’s okay, ya can tell me.”
“I…said something stupid last night. And then I kept saying more stupid things. I feel terrible, absolutely awful. She forgave me, but for the first time since I’ve known her, I feel like I regressed. I don’t know if I really have matured, I know I’m a nice guy now. But I used to not be. It was so much easier when I was a prick. I don’t know where the fuck all these feelings came from. You know I asked her to come home with me next month for Christmas? And she said yes! I was fuckin’ overjoyed!”
“So…what exactly is the problem, what did you say to her?”
“I was in a weird mood last night. We had such a great day together, and then we went on a little date, had a drink. Then I got all mushy and slow danced with her in her kitchen.” Harry rubs his hands over his face.
“S’romantic, nothin’ wrong with that. You’ve always been a romantic, prick or not.” Harry gives Niall an annoyed look. “It’s true!”
“Anyways, we started kissin’, and we went to her bedroom. Stuff was startin’ to happen like it usually does, and this like primal instinct came over me. We always do what she wants, and so when she asked me I wanted…I said the wrong thing.”
“What did you say Harry?” Niall furrowed his eyebrows at his friend.
“I told her I wanted her. Then she told me I had her, and I said I didn’t have all of her.” Niall doesn’t say anything, he just swallows hard. “Then we talked for a bit, I apologized, and she said she understood it wasn’t easy for me. And that could’ve been it, but I said something much worse.”
“What could be worse Harry?” Niall’s teeth were gritted.
“I forget how it happened really. We had gotten into bed, agreed to just spoon or whatever. But she kept talking and trying to explain, and I blurted out a fucking stupid question. She had said something like it wasn’t like I hadn’t felt her, and I basically said if that’s the case what the difference if I use my fingers or my dick, and that’s when everything went to shit.”
“You said what?!” Niall stands up and starts pacing around. Harry watches his fuming friend.
“I know! It was fucking stupid! The second I said it regretted it. Then she yelled at me and told me more about what happened with some graphic detail. Probably not as graphic as she could’ve been, but still. It was all I could picture. She started crying, I was crying. She told me to leave, but I didn’t want to, and she really didn’t want me to either, so she told me to sleep on the futon. So I did, but she came out to get me a couple hours later because she couldn’t sleep without me.” Harry’s eyes started watering. “Me. The biggest fucking prick in the world is who she can’t sleep without. And selfishly, I let her take me back into her room because I couldn’t sleep either. She forgave me about what I said, and I know she wants to move on from the whole thing, but I’m sick over it. I don’t want her to feel pressured or scared.” He sniffled and wipes his eyes.
“You realize I’m doing all I can to not fuckin’ break your jaw right now, right? I’m surprised she didn’t fuckin’ slap ya! I mean, who the fuck are ya to say somethin’ like that to her? I don’t care if you’re her boyfriend, I don’t care if you love each other, and yes, I know you two love each other because she told me and you didn’t! She told me all about the little fight you had when you basically called her a child.”
“She passed out in my arms, mate!”
“So? Shit happens, you don’t make someone feel worse than they already do.”
“She said some nasty shit to me that day too, did she tell ya that?”
“Yeah, she did, and she felt awful about it. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you told her you loved her. I mean, I’d wanna hear it from both of ya. How can you look at someone and tell them you love them and care for them, and still not understand that what she went through was fucking traumatizing? She’s been tellin’ ya from the beginning she needed to take this slow. And what do you do?! Three weeks in you ask her to be your fucking girlfriend because deep down you’re a possessive fucking shit!” Harry stands up now, getting angry. “Don’t you dare get in my face, you had to know this conversation was gonna go this way. You couldn’t possibly think I’d be on your side for this one?”
“Of course not.” Harry groans loudly in frustration. “I can’t help it though, I’m so fucking frustrated!”
“What is there to be frustrated with?! You two diddle each other every other night, how is that not enough? You gotta girl that literally loves suckin’ your dick, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I wish I fucking knew!”
“It’s a possession thing. You want to dominate her entirely.”
“That’s not true, I’m not like that.” How would Niall know, anyway?
“Yes, you are. I know you Harry, you can’t stand the fact that some abuser got the satisfaction of knowing her in that way, and you still can’t.” Niall also knew enough about Harry from the girls he used to sleep with.
“I just feel like she doesn’t trust me enough to be gentle with her, even though I’ve shown her plenty of times.”
“It’s not about you! It’s about her! She’s petrified of looking up at you and seein’ his face! Do you have any idea what it was like even getting her to speak again after everything? She was mute! I was lucky I knew she kept a spare key to her apartment at work. She had literally withered away in the matter of a week. I had to call her mum for her, set up her therapy. I took her to the police station six different times until she decided she didn’t want to press charges. She was broken! But you didn’t notice me havin’ to deal with any of this because you were so wrapped up with yourself and work.”
“I was still traveling for work then.”
“Whatever, you knew I was dealin’ with shit and you didn’t give a fuck. I didn’t mind being there for her, in fact, we grew closer as friends because of it. So you’ll have to excuse me for not being sympathetic. You know that’s when she moved to the place she has now? She had to buy a new fucking bed! I saw the sheets by the way, I’ll never get that image outta my head.”
“Stop! Okay, I get it, I know I fucked up.”
“No, you don’t get it! You have been really nice to her, but I don’t think you’ve ever fully comprehended what happened to that poor, sweet girl. She was really startin’ to come back to herself when you two got together. So I hadn’t regretted settin’ the two of you up. You had grown up a bit, and every time I talked about her you would perk up. I knew she was your type, but now…”
“What are you sayin’?”
“Now I think I regret ever introducin’ ya! I never thought you of all people would be so insensitive.”
“Don’t say you regret it, mate. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Oh yeah?” Niall gets in his face. “Start fuckin’ actin’ like it then! And if I found out you ever speak to her like that again, I will not hesitate to fuck up your shit, I mean it!” Harry could easily laugh in Niall’s face. Niall knew he couldn’t take Harry in a fight. Harry boxed for god’s sake, he could take Niall out in one punch. But he didn’t dare make light of the situation. Instead he took a deep breath, and sat back down.
“I understand.” Harry breaks out into tears, and Niall sits back down next to him. He rubs his back to try to soothe him.
“You really are a big baby you know that?” He chuckles.
“S’not funny, I feel sick to my fuckin’ stomach.”
“Good, you should for bein’ such an asshole to her.”
“How can I make this right?” Harry grabs a tissue to blow his nose.
“Well, she forgave you right?”
“Yeah.”
“So quit bringin’ it up. I know her, if you keep bringin’ somethin’ up that she has basically said to let go, she’ll get pissed. Just find small ways to show her that you’re sorry. Buy her flowers or somethin’.”
“Did you know that sunflowers are her favorite?” Harry says between sniffles.
“I did.” Niall chuckles again.
“I’m sorry I made you get so angry.”
“S’okay, I’m glad you came to talk all this through with me. I’m always here for ya.” He sighs. “So, you asked her to go home with ya? That’s a big deal.”
“I know, I’m so excited for her to meet everyone.” Niall slaps Harry’s back.
“Good, you should be. Hold onto that feelin’, mate. You know Harry, you’re not a bad guy, you’re just a bimbo sometimes.” Harry starts laughing.
“S’not the first time someone’s called me that.”
//
Harry called you a few hours later.
“Hi baby.” You say shyly.
“Hi, um, I wanna take you out somewhere nice tonight, would you like that?”
“Sure.” You hum.
“Okay, wear somethin’ nice, I mean you always do, that’s not what I’m sayin’. I’ll pick you up around seven.”
“Alright, we’ll stay at your place tonight?”
“Do you want to?”
“Mhm.”
“Alright. I’ll see ya in a little while.”
Harry went to get his nails done to try and relax. He went with a light blue and black combination to go with his blue suit. He felt more like himself with the polish back on, since he had taken it off to meet your family. He did his hair the way you liked it, leaving his curls to come through a little bit. He stopped off at the store to look for some sunflowers, and had a bouquet made.
When he got to your place, he knocked. He didn’t want to just key in. You were just zipping up a tight red dress when he knocked. You left your hair down and blown out. You put on some red lipstick to match. You ran to the door to open it. You raised an eyebrow at him. He had the flowers behind his back. He looked you up and down and your cheeks flushed. The dress was tight, and had a small slit at your thigh. It had two thin spaghetti straps, and just covered your cleavage.
“Why’d you knock?”
“Don’t know, just felt appropriate.” He shrugs. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Your cheeks blush. “You look handsome yourself.” Before you could kiss him on the cheek, he whipped the flowers out. “Oh! My favorite!” You take them from him, and walk inside to find a vase, he follows you.
“I know you said you forgave me, and flowers don’t excuse my actions, but I wanted to make some type of gesture to show how much I care about you.” You fill a vase with water and place the flowers inside. They looked stunning.
“Oh, Harry.” You say lovingly. You wrap your arms around his waist and look up at him. “They’re lovely, thank you. And thank you for saying that, I appreciate it. Let’s move on, yeah?” He nods his head yes.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear that shade of red before.”
“I don’t think you’ve ever really seen me where lipstick before. But while I was putting this dress on I remembered I had some and thought it would be nice to look a little matchy tonight.” You get on your tip toes and give him a light kiss on the cheek. “Oops, let me get a napkin, I’ll wipe that off.” You run a napkin under some cold water and wipe his cheek of your lipstick. “Just gotta put my shoes on, and find a jacket, then I’ll be ready.”
You felt a little exposed, so you grabbed a black cardigan to wear with your dress.
“Is it cold out tonight?” You yell from your room.
“Not terribly!” He yells back. You opt for your p-coat. You put on your red pumps and walk back out.
“All set, my love.” You say, clutch in hand.
Harry opens the car door for you like he always does. You put a hand on his knee while he drives. He was being quiet. It was like he was a scared kid who got scolded, afraid to say much in fear of being scolded again. You knew he didn’t really mean what he said. He was still your Harry.
He parks at the restaurant and your jaw nearly detaches from your head.
“No way, this place is way too fancy.”
“It’s just a sushi restaurant, (y/n).”
“It’s like the sushi restaurant. I’m pretty sure Gordon Ramsey has eaten here.” He starts giggling, and it’s music to your ears. You look at him and furrow your brows. “We’re splitting the bill, and I don’t want to hear a word about it.”
“Sure we are.” He winks at you before getting out to open your door.
The restaurant was gorgeous. You couldn’t help but gaze at all of the art on the walls. You both are seated quickly as Harry made reservations.
“What kind of sushi do you think you want?” You ask him.
“You decide.” He smiles at you.
“Alright, well how about one of these platters that has a bunch of different stuff?”
“Sounds good to me.” He places his hands on the table.
“Your nails look nice, much more you.”
“Thanks, love.” You place your hand over his and give it a squeeze. “You really do look stunning tonight.”
“Thank you sweetie.”
A waiter comes over to take your orders. You each order a cocktail as well. Your drinks are brought over by another waiter moments later. You clink your drinks together, and take a sip.
“So, is your Nannie still coming to visit tomorrow?”
“Yup, they’re gonna come by around noon. I cleaned up my apartment while you were with Niall. Did you have a nice visit with him?”
“Um…yeah.” He wasn’t going to tell you what actually went down. “Always good to see the lad.”
“I should’ve had you bring the dessert to him, but I forgot to mention it.”
“S’okay, he knows he’ll get it. Are you sure you don’t want to just sleep at your place tonight?”
“Nope, I wanna go to your place. We haven’t been there in a while. It’ll be nice to have a change of scenery.” You smile. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah, of course.” He was being timid. You didn’t like seeing him be so reserved with you.
Your food came out quickly. It looked incredible. You took your chopsticks and held up a piece of the veggie roll in front of his face.
“Here, take a bite.” You said blushing, hoping no one watched as he ate the sushi off your chopsticks.
“Mm, that’s good.” He did the same for you, only your lipstick smeared on his sticks.
“Sorry ‘bout that.” You patted the corners of your mouth with your napkin. He chuckled.
“Perfectly fine, love.” It seemed like he was starting to warm up. His shoulders weren’t up so high, and you noticed his jaw relax.
“So, did you want to hang out with my family tomorrow, or have you had enough of them for one weekend?” You say with a smile.
“Well, I figured you’d want some alone time with your grandmum.”
“She’d love to see you, but I’ll understand if you’re not up for it.” He’s not sure what to say. He’s not sure exactly what you want.
“I’ll come hang for a bit.” You smile at him. He felt relieved he gave the right answer.
“Great, I was thinking I would make some cauliflower, but like general tao’s style. She loves Chinese food.”
“You know how to do that?”
“Sure, it doesn’t take much. It’s actually really tasty, I think you’d like it.”
“Well, if you’re makin’ it of course I’ll like it.”
The waiter brings the check over and for the first time since you started seeing him, you were able to snatch it before he did.
“Very funny, now hand it over.”
“Sorry, can’t do that.” You reach into your clutch to grab your credit card.
“I’m serious, (y/n), give me the check.”
“Harry Edward Styles, I am paying for this dinner, do you understand me?” You said in a very stern voice, as if you were speaking to a child. He sat back as his mouth formed into a straight line. He didn’t want to cause a scene at such a nice place. He didn’t even realize you knew his middle name, impressive. “Good.” You slide your card into the little plastic slot and put it on the table for the waiter to grab.
“At least let me put some cash down for the tip.”
“No. I have cash for that.” You put it down on the table, as the waiter brought your credit card back over. You signed the slip quickly, not wanting Harry to see how expensive it was.
//
The card ride back to his place was silent. He was fuming, he had to be. You sort of embarrassed him talking to him like that in a public place. But he had to know this relationship was going to be 50/50. It was a partnership, he couldn’t go around always paying for things. He had done enough of it for over three months, enough was enough.
When you walk inside his place, your hit with his familiar scent filling the place. You slid your heels off, and hung up your coat and cardigan, not feeling the need to be covered up anymore. Harry hung up his suit jacket and took his shoes off as well.
“So…are we still not talking or?” You say as he gets a glass of water for himself. He sighs.
“We were never not talkin’.”
“But in the car…”
“I just didn’t have much to say, I guess.” He takes a sip from his glass. “Can I getcha anythin’?”
“No, thank you. I’m all set for now.” You plop down on his sofa, putting your feet up on his coffee table. He comes over to sit next to you. “Are you mad at me?”
“Why would I be mad?”
“Because I paid for dinner.” He sighs again.
“I didn’t love your tone at the restaurant, but obviously that’s what it took to get me to back down. Just somethin’ I need to work on. I know you’re fully capable of paying for things. I just don’t like it when you do, I don’t really know why.”
“I shouldn’t have raised my voice at the table like that. I’m sorry.” You take his hand and lace your fingers together. “It was a lovely dinner though, thank you for taking me out tonight.”
“Thank you for payin’.” He smiles.
“What do you feel like doing now?”
“We could get cozy and watch The Office.”
It wasn’t the answer you were hoping for, and he could tell by the way your face fell. You wanted to make up with him like the last time you two had a fight. But this fight was different. You had revealed graphic details to him, he was probably too scared to touch you.
“Not in the mood for a comedy tonight, babe?”
“No, it’s not that. I’m always in the mood for The Office…I just thought, I don’t know. Never mind, yeah, we can watch The Office.” He knew you weren’t telling the truth, but he didn’t want to press it further.
He gets up to change while you stay seated. He gives you a funny look as he unbuttons his shirt.
“Aren’t you gonna change?”
“Nah, not yet. I’m comfortable like this right now.” Truth is, you never wore this dress, and you wanted it on a little longer. It looked so good on you. Harry came back over with just a t-shirt and his grey joggers on.
He put his arm around your shoulders and turned the TV on. The third season was one of your favorites, so he started there. You lean into him with approval of the episode he selected. You thought Andy was particularly funny this early on. You’d let out a belly laugh once in a while, as you had forgotten so many of the funny jokes. Harry would laugh along with you. You get up without saying anything.
“Want me to pause it?” He asks.
“No, just going to the bathroom quick.” You look at yourself in the mirror and take a deep breath. How were you going to get him to touch you tonight? He needed to know it was okay, that you were okay. You knew the next few weeks at work were going to be busy for the both of you before the holidays hit.
“Harry?” You ask sitting back down.
“Yes?”
“Have you booked our flights yet?”
“Not yet, I was plannin’ to do it tomorrow. Why? Oh god, you don’t want to go anymore do you?” He runs a nervous hand through his hair.
“What? No! Of course I still want to go. What would make you think that?”
“I don’t know.” His eyes look so sad. He was really beating himself up over all of this.
“I was just asking because I like putting all the flight info on my calendar. And I need to know if there’s any extra days off I should take. That’s all, love.”
“Oh.” He relaxes a little. “I was hopin’ we could book it together after your family leaves.”
“Sounds good to me.” You scrunch your nose at him. “Rest against the arm rest so I can lay with you.” He moves as you tell him, and you lay yourself between his legs and rest your head on his chest. His arm hooks around you, his hand resting lightly on your hip.
You couldn’t concentrate on the show anymore. You wanted him to ravage you. He looked so sexy tonight, and you were pissed he had already taken his nice clothes off. How did he not want to rip your dress off the moment you walked through the door?
Of course he wanted to rip your dress off. He wanted to get back at you for the way you spoke to him, and he also wanted to just make up like last time. But he still felt like he was walking on thin ice with you.
You remembered earlier how he liked your shade of lipstick. It had stayed intact through dinner. An idea came to your mind. You leaned up a bit and smooshed your lips against his. He started laughing as you peeled away, happy with your work.
“What are you doing?” He chuckles.
“Well you said how much you liked this color, I wanted to see what it looked like on you.”
“So tell me, is dark red one of my colors?”
“It’s definitely working for you, yeah.”
He brings his lips back up to yours. You feel like you haven’t properly kissed him in ages, but it was only last night. You shift your body so you’re fully on top of him, legs on either side of his narrow hips. You both sink deeper into the kiss as you run your tongue along his bottom lip. He parts his mouth for you, connecting your tongues together. You loved the way they molded together perfectly. You hear him groan causing you to involuntarily roll your hip down onto him. Your hands went into his hair, his hands slid down to your butt, squeezing you gently.
There was an urgency coming from the both of you. It felt so good to touch and kiss, and just be intimate after what happened. You were showing him that you still trusted him. You break the kiss, just for a moment. His lips connect with your neck, causing you to groan through gritted teeth. Your lipstick was all over his mouth, but it just turned you on more to see how sloppy he looked.
“Harry, take me to the bed, please.”
He lifts you up, legs wrapped around his waist, and puts you on the bed. You tug at the hem of his shirt, and he lists it off of himself. You grab his face and pull him back in to kiss you. He gets on top of you, and places your legs back around him. You both being sloppy with your kisses. His tongue was down your throat and you were happy to suck on it. He rolled you both over so you could get on top of him. You kissed down his jaw to just under his earlobe. You started to suck on the sensitive skin, causing him to moan out. You kissed down to his chest and sunk your teeth into him. He arches up a little as you suck harder, breaking the skin. You sit up to look at your work.
“I’m yours, and you’re mine, don’t you ever forget that.” You say.
“I won’t.”
“Good, now get this fucking dress offa me.”
He smirks, and sits up. He reaches behind you to pull the zipper down. You shred your shoulders of the straps on the dress, letting your breasts pop out.
“Do you ever wear a bra?” He says pushing his face between your soft mounds.
“Not if I don’t have to.”
He immediately starts to suck on your nipple, just the way you like. You roll your hips on him again, and this time he pushes up so you can feel how hard he is. He flips you back over so he can rid you of the rest of your dress. You reveal to him a lacy, red thong. He looks like a kid in a candy store sitting between your legs.
“Let’s try for three fingers tonight, think we can do it?” You ask him. His mouth falling open.
“Are you sure?”
“Harry, I want to feel you stretch me out so bad, please, let’s try.” He could have come right there from your words alone. He wiggled his sweat pants off, just leaving his boxers on.
He leaned down and kissed you on the mouth while his thumb worked over your clit. He smirked against your lips.
“What?”
“Your panties are already soaked. Tell me, who does this to you?”
“You do.”
“That’s right, baby girl.” You groan as he presses harder on your clit.
“Take them off, please, I can’t stand it.”
He reaches down and slowly takes your thong off, dropping it to the floor. He kisses down your chest, sucking on your nipple once before, then works his way down to your stomach, and to your hip. He bites down on your hip causing you to buck up. He presses his hand down on your stomach to keep you steady. He uses his hands to part your legs for him. He kisses from your knee to your inner thigh, sending a shiver up your spine. The anticipation was killing you.
At first he blew on you where you were all wet for him. Then you felt a swipe of his warm tongue run across you. He sucked on your clit at first, switching between nibbling and flicking his tongue at the swollen nub. His fingers slowly rubbed all around your folds, letting you know they would soon be entering you.
“God, you are soaking wet. Is this really all for me?” He coos.
“Yes, Harry, it’s all for you.”
“So sweet. Could ya do somethin’ for me?”
“Anything.”
“Suck on my finger for me, so it’s nice and wet goin’ in for you.” Your cheeks flush, but you grab his hand. You take his middle finger into your mouth and suck on it. You treat it like it was his dick, so your tongue makes laps all around before he pulls it from you.
“You are so fucking sexy, you know that?” His cheeks were flushed too.
He pressed his now lubricated middle finger into you. You clenched around him, and he waited for you to relax before he moved. You took a deep breath and he felt your walls release a bit. He pumped in and out of you slowly, curling his finger to reach that spot you love so much.
“Goin’ for the second one now, alright?”
“Mhm.”
You couldn’t help but watch as he slid the second finger in. Your head rolled back into the pillow. It felt amazing. The way he would make that “come here” motion with his fingers. Harry had long, thick fingers too. The more he pumped in and out the deeper he would go.
“How’s that feel?” As if he didn’t already know from how drenched you were.
“Good, so good.”
You were still pretty tight, he honestly wasn’t sure if he could get his right ring finger in you or not. Your hands were clutching at the sheets as your chest moved up and down. Harry’s other hand found it’s way to your clit, and he rubbed you gently.
“Ah shit.” You moan out.
“Ready to try for three?”
“Y, yes.” Little beads of sweat were starting to form at your brow line, and your stomach was starting to tighten.
Harry took a deep breath, and slowly worked a third finger into you. You both moan at the same time. He could really feel the way he was stretching you out, and it was a major turn on. Your walls clenched around him, but his movements were slow, so you felt comfortable.
“Holy shit.” He says under his breath. “You’re so tight, (y/n).” It was something he never wanted to say out loud, but he couldn’t help it. He imagined it was his dick working its way in and out of your tight pussy instead of his fingers and it was sending him. He looked up at you to make sure you were okay. Your lips were parted and you were breathing heavily. “Alright?”
“Yes, it feels so good, please don’t stop.”
The way his fingers worked in and out of you felt incredible. As he pumped in and out you moaned at how deep he was able to go. Still rubbing on your clit, you felt your end was near as your stomach continued to tighten. You clutched at the sheets tighter and tighter.
“Harry! Holy fuck!” You screamed as he was starting to hit your g-spot.
“Ah, there it is.” His fingers were rubbing right up against that spot that you loved so much.
He dipped his head back down so his tongue could work on your clit as he continued to hit the spot. Your nails went right to his scalp as you clutched his hair in your fists.
“Faster babe, please, I need it!” You were fully panting. Harry pumped faster in and out of you as he flicked your clit with his tongue. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, ahhhhhh.” You weren’t sure what sound you made. All the blood in your body rushed to your ears, and your vision went white. He looked up at you as your mouth was formed into the shape of an O, head pressed as far into the pillow as it could go, and back fully arched up off the mattress. You had tightened all around him as you came, stopping his movements. But he sucked on you still until you were done. He slowly released his fingers from you, and lapped his tongue along your center, careful not to miss a single ounce of you.
“Oh sweet Jesus.” You say under your breath. “Harry if you do that I’m gonna come again.”
“Yeah, that’s kind the whole point.” He says against you, and goes back to sucking on your pussy.
You feel another wave flood over you as come again, right on his tongue. His wet hand pressing down on your stomach.
“Harry.” You whimper as he lifts his face up, wiping his mouth off. He lays down next your sweaty body.
“How was tha’?” You swat at him and he starts laughing.
“You know exactly how that was.” You were still trying to catch your breath. “Jesus Christ.” You wipe the sweat from your forehead. “I mean, wow.”
“Felt good, huh?”
“Mhm.” You were spent. You could fall asleep right there, but you two weren’t done yet. You needed to return to the favor. Fuck it, you wanted to. You prop yourself up on your elbows and look at the large strain in his boxers. “Get those boxers off now.” Your vision was still a bit hazy. What the fuck did he do to you? He slides his underwear off, his tip already dripping with precome.
You position yourself between his legs, and grip him in your hand. He hisses at your touch. You start by rubbing your thumb over his wet tip, getting it down his shaft to pump him.
“Want your mouth, love.”
“Hm?” You ask teasingly, pumping him faster.
“Your mouth, want those pretty red lips around me.”
“What’s the magic word?”
“Please.” He says breathlessly as you put your mouth on his tip.
Your tongue drags up and down his shaft. He moans out, eyes rolling into the back of his head. His hands go into your hair as your mouth go back around his tip. He pushes his hips up so you’ll take more of him into your mouth. You start to bob up and down with hollowed cheeks.
“Fuck.” He says through his teeth. You look up at him through your lashes while bobbing up and down. “You’re so beautiful.” You truly were a sight to see tonight.
You look back down and close your eyes as you continue to work him deeper down your throat. His hips thrust up again and you feel his tip hit the back of your throat. You gag, only for a second, and continue. Your eyes begin to water, but you stay on him. He tastes salty as more precome drips into your mouth.
“W, will you do that thing where ya keep suckin’ after, feels so good.”
“Mhm.” You say as you cup his balls.
“I’m gonna come baby.”
He moans your name out as his hot come shoots to the back of your throat. You do your best not to choke, desperately trying to breathe through your nose. You swallow what you can as you suck him dry. A sigh leaves his lips sending a chill up your spine. He looked dazed and happy when you look up at him. You let go of him and wipe the corners of your mouth.
“Just gonna go rinse out, be right back.” You say shuffling into the bathroom. You brush your teeth and use the toilet. You were still dripping. You plop onto the bed and cuddle up to him. He rubs your back gently.
“Thank you.” He looks down at you with a smile.
“For what?”
“Just being you. I feel so lucky to have you in my life. The fact that I almost lost you last night…”
“Harry.” You sit up to look at him. “We had an argument, did you really think I was going to break up with you?” He sits up too.
“I don’t know. I just fucked up so bad.”
“Sometimes we say things we don’t mean. Or maybe you did mean them in the moment. You hurt me, I won’t lie about that, but it wasn’t enough to make me want to end all this.” You gesture between the two of you. “I, I love you, so much Harry.”
“I love you too. You know that right? That I love you?”
“Yes baby, I do.” You kiss him on the cheek. “Let’s get cozy, c’mere.” You lay on your back, and he rests his head on your chest. Tonight he really needed to be held by you. You could sense it. You ran your fingers through his hair to soothe him. You never doubted how he felt about you before, but now all doubts were expunged.
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“Harrington? Hey. Harrington.”
Steve sat up in bed, rubbed a hand over his face.
The familiar wrap of a fist against the window caught his ear. It wasn’t generally an unwelcome sound, but at-he looked over at the clock on his bedside table-3:27 AM, Billy was sort of pushing his luck. The knocks were followed in quick succession by the solid rumble of thunder, so strong that Steve didn’t understand how a similar sound hadn’t woken him sooner.
He ran a hand through his hair as he walked to the window, undid the locks, and pulled it up, gave way to a soaking wet Billy.
Because of course he would be standing on his roof in the middle of a thunderstorm. Like an idiot.
“Are you gonna let me in sometime, dickhead, or are you gonna make me stand out here all night?”
“Yeah. Shit. Sorry.”
Steve took a step back to let Billy climb through, closed the window behind him. He was completely soaked from the rain, t-shirt and jeans sticking uncomfortably to his skin, damp curls framing his rosy cheeks, raindrops clinging to his thick eyelashes.
But the instant he was inside, he was on the move, had already walked over towards his bedside table.
Weird.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking,” he said, matter of fact, eyed his clock. “This new?”
Steve felt his eyebrows pinch. “No.”
“I’ll be damned.” He walked over to the turntable in the corner next, flicked the switch, watched it turn to life, switched it back off. “I love what you’ve done with the place.”
“It’s no different than last night.”
“Yeah?” Billy went over to his lamp, twisted the little knob, watched as it went through its varying degrees of brightness until it switched off. Went through it once more. “I was here last night?”
“Last night,” Steve moved further into the room, walked over to his dresser for some dry clothes, “and this morning.”
“Your wallpaper was plaid all that time?”
“Since I was six actually.” He pulled a faded t-shirt out from one drawer and a pair of soft sweatpants from another
“Weird. Could’ve sworn it had stripes.”
“Are you drunk?” he deadpanned, only half joking.
“No,” he said, simple. “Just had some questions I needed answered.”
“About my wallpaper?”
“Yeah.” He was over by the light switch now, flicked it on and off, on and off, on and off. Made Steve flinch each time. “Couldn’t remember what it looked like and it was driving me crazy.”
“So you needed to come here and check at 3 o’clock in the morning?” Billy shrugged the question off and Steve couldn’t help but look him up and down. “And you’re really not drunk?”
“Nope.”
“Right.” Steve approached him slowly. “Billy?”
“Yeah?”
“What do you want?” he asked, pushed the clothes into his chest. “It’s awful out.”
Billy took the clothes from him with one hand, pushed the hair back from his face with the other, tucked it behind his ears.
“Wanted to see you, gorgeous.” he smiled, toothy and wide.
Waved immediate flags in Steve’s head. He knew that fake smile when he saw it.
“That’s great,” he started, “but what’s the real reason?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You didn’t wake me up in the middle of the night to ask me about my wallpaper.”
“Yeah? And what if I did?” Somewhere outside, lightning cracked and the faint, metallic glint of Billy’s earring caught his eye.
“Well for starters, I’d kill you,” he teased. “And then I’d call bullshit.”
Billy’s smile faltered at that.“I don’t know what you mean,” he repeated, much more slowly this time, with less conviction.
“Billy.”
And suddenly Billy couldn’t meet his eyes.
“I-we lost power,” he said, jaw clenched, swallowed hard, shivering just slightly. “Lines’re down all over the place.”
“And you, what? Needed a place to crash?”
“No. I, uh,” he shifted his weight between his feet, uneasy, looked towards the window, “wanted to make sure you were alright. I guess.”
Steve felt his whole face soften, felt his cheeks go warm. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” Billy’s free hand played absently at the hem of Steve’s shirt, fingers cold against the sleep warm skin of his belly.
Steve couldn’t think with Billy so close, with his knuckles trailing that lightly. “That’s, well that’s really, uh-”
“Dumb. I know. You can say it,” he cut in, tone hardening. “I came all the way here like some sort of jackass and you’re perfectly fine. Power’s not even out.” He nodded towards Steve’s clock, bright and unblinking.
Steve felt himself frown at that. “Guess not.”
Billy was shaking his head again. “Fuck, this was stupid,” he sighed, frustrated, went to pull his hand away, to retreat. “I should just go-”
“No.” Steve caught his wrist. “Don’t do that.” Lightning flashed again, lit up the room, thunder cracked loud in the air. “Stay. It’s bad out.”
“What’s the matter?” Billy took half a step forward, crowded into his space, lifted his head to catch his eyes. “Afraid of a little thunder?”
“No,” Steve said, unwavering. “I’d just rather you didn’t go back out there if you didn’t have to.”
“There’s nothing to worry about. I made it just fine the first time.”
“Yeah, well maybe I don’t really feel like testing fate a second time.” Steve rubbed a thumb over the inside of his wrist. “How about that?”
There was a long pause before Billy finally said, “Fine,” with a sudden smile that pulled at the corners of his eyes, “but the fact that you hate sleeping alone’s got nothing to do with this, right?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Steve pushed at his shoulder. “Can you stop talking and change out of those clothes now? You’re making me cold.”
“Sir, yes, sir.”
“By the way,” Steve sat on the edge of his bed with a thud, “you’re a huge fuckin’ idiot. You could’ve gotten struck by lightning or something.”
He watched, distracted as Billy pulled the wet t-shirt up over his head, gave way to toned muscle, rippled and firm. His mouth went a little dry at the sight.
“Cute, but you’re gonna need more than a little lightning to get rid of me.” He sounded so sure of himself when he said it, so convinced of his own invincibility that Steve had no choice but to believe him. He paused halfway through lifting the new shirt, eyes on Steve, smirked at him. “Like what you see, Harrington?”
“Yeah,” Steve said through a breathy laugh, entirely too tired to lie.
Billy laughed along with him as he pulled it on. Steve loved the way his shirts always clung to Billy’s chest, snug, perfect. Casual and domestic in a way he wasn’t sure he was ever going to get used to, no matter how long they were together.
He toed out of his shoes and unzipped his jeans next, tried to shimmy out of them like normal, but was met with little success. Eventually, he look to hopping, ended up halfway across the room by the time he was finally out of them, completely off balance and out of breath. The whole display left Steve laughing so hard that he had to cover his face, didn’t want to wake up his parents with the noise, although he doubted they’d be able to hear him over the storm.
Despite his previous struggle, Billy had the sweatpants on in the blink of an eye, up around his waist with one swift tug. It was less than a second later that he was pulling the covers back and getting into the bed, forcing Steve over to one side.
Billy’s chest was like ice against his back, made his skin ripple with goose bumps. He might’ve shifted away, teased if Billy hadn’t already wrapped a strong arm around his middle, snuck his hand beneath his shirt and settled his palm, fingers spread wide, over his stomach. Might’ve told Billy that his nose was tickling the nape of his neck, breath warm and also sort of wonderful on his skin. Told him his lips felt nice, soft when they kissed the sensitive spot behind his ear.
He kept his mouth shut. Figured it would be best to let the thunder say it for him.
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The Dragon Slayer’s Kitten - Chapter 14: WHAT HAVE I DONE
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Summary: Laxus needs to blow off some steam....and it does not end well.
*Nor*
I was having trouble sleeping. Laxus and I had gotten a room in an inn a couple days’ walk from the bigger town we’d just left, armed with new clothes, and new underwear for me, that Laxus had helped pick out. Ever since that day, he’d been…restless. While walking he’d been quieter than usual – and that’s saying something – my Thunder God was not usually an effusive guy. I’d just realized recently I was able to mostly translate his different types of grunts.
But ever since that day, he’d been acting…different. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but he felt like he was wound tight enough that he might snap. My guess was our fitting room adventures in the town we’d just come from were too much for him to handle, or his dragon to handle, or something.
He’d been acting intimately brusque since then, if that made any sense. Everything was rougher. Hugs were rougher. All his touches were rougher. His voice sounded rougher. He felt...uncomfortable to me, through my mark. I’d asked him about it, but he told me to drop it, snapping at me. He’d apologized later, but him snapping made me put my guard up. Again.
So. Here we were, or here I was, anyway. We’d gotten supper together at the inn, but as soon as I’d finished eating, he stood up abruptly, and said he was going out. I couldn’t say I minded the time alone, because being with an irritable, gorgeous god of a man apparently going through PMS was exhausting.
But I still couldn’t sleep. I felt really uneasy, but I kept getting these weird flashes of…something, that I couldn’t identify but made me feel like there were sparks going off between my legs. I had almost just drifted off when the door to our room banged open, and Laxus walked in, followed by the most abhorrent smell I’d ever smelled in my life.
*Laxus*
Fuckin’ hell. A whorehouse. That’s what it’d come down to. A goddamn whorehouse. I have never had to pay for sex in my goddamn life, but it was either that, or tear the woman I desperately want to call my mate to shreds from longing.
It’s not like I could just go to a different bar and pick up some random chick. I guess I could, I’ve always been able to do that in the past without any effort on my part, but – then what? Take them back to our room? Not likely.
Ever since that last town my dragon has been out of control. Ever since – smelling Nor, in those damn fitting rooms. REALLY smelling her. I smell her all the time, I mean, that’s part of the dragon slayer package. But this was different. This wasn’t just her body’s natural smell – apple blossom and honeysuckle, which when I first smelled it, that first day, I thought my heart would stop. I’d never smelled anything that said ‘This is your home’ more than that smell. No, this was different. Very different. Nor had been…turned on. It was arousal. I’d gotten tiny whiffs here and there, after we’d teased each other, while walking; or sometimes when I murmured in her ear. Most often it was when waking up. I had finally – FINALLY – gotten her to realize she’d feel better if we were touching, and that meant sharing a bed. Which was great, but also not.
It was taking more time than I anticipated for Kitten to open up. A lot more time. Hell, it had taken an entire week to tell me what her name was. Considering the absolute hellscape she left behind, I couldn’t blame her in the slightest. Just thinking about her tattoos, and how she got them, made my vision go red. Better not to think about that, right now, though.
I’d never considered myself a needy guy; far from it. I was just having a hard time because she and I were running at different paces, intimately. As hard as it was to believe, I was all in. Me. Of all people. I still hadn’t marked her, but my dragon was SURE Nor was my mate. There was no room for doubt, Nor was it for me, but she just wasn’t ready. She had come so far; we slept in the same fucking bed for Maker’s sake, but even still.
The most frustrating part was my dragon KNEW THAT. All we wanted to do was protect her. Hold her. Keep her safe. But then, she got turned on, and I smelled her, and it was all over. My dragon side went into overdrive – it wanted to take her, to mark her, to make her mine, over and over. I found myself drooling over thoughts of getting her pregnant. I found myself drooling over thoughts of her, all the time, if I was being honest.
Our bond from her mark was stronger than I expected it to be, which surprised me. It still blew my fucking mind that it had happened in the first place – one minute I was holding onto this feral human, trying to keep her from choking the ever-loving shit out of those two slavers, and the next minute she bit me. HARD. And I ended up with the cutest, most freaky tattoo ever.
The stronger the bond got, the more Nor was able to feel from my end, which sexually speaking had been…awkward. We’d gotten past the ‘morning situation’ pretty well so far, and she was much happier now that we were sharing a bed, which was great, but also…frustrating. I would usually just ‘take care’ of things myself, alone in the bathroom, but ever since I smelled her in the fitting room I’d been feeling extra frisky and didn’t want to accidentally do or say something that might upset her, or Gods forbid, make her leave. I didn’t think our bond was strong enough that if one of us left death was on the line, but it was definitely upgraded from ‘slight discomfort’.
And that’s how I found myself at a whorehouse.
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The Intern (CliffxReader)
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"Y/n? You comin' or what?" Your roommates stopped and looked to you for an answer.
You shook your head with a sigh, "Not tonight, sorry guys."
One of your friends, Ziggy, raised her eyebrow, "Oh come on, Y/n. Live a little!"
There was a party on campus. One of the many....many parties you'd bailed out on that month alone.
They just weren't your scene.
You were a bit old fashioned. More of an intellectual. You liked cafes, ballets, and developing photos. Your friends loved clubs, protests, and being in those photos. Most of your friends were hippies, and whether you liked to admit it or not, they kept you balanced up with the times.
Your other roommate, Rowan, nodded, and nudged you a little with his elbow, "Come on! It's gonna be far out, man!"
Your other friend, Odie, adjusted their collar, "I heard there's gonna be some cats from Berkeley, baby!"
You sighed.... Berkeley kids were known to be on another level of hippy-ness.
Ziggy wrapped her hands around your forearm and bounded up and down with pleading, wide eyes, "USC kids are coming through, come on!"
You studied at UCLA, USC also happened to be a bit of a party school, and was also a rival school. It was certain there'd be a fight or two added to the expected chaos.
"There's gonna be booze, dudes, and no narcs! C'mon, it'll be groovy, baby!" Odie held their hands in the air, vibing and dancing with the wind, "Live a little, Y/n!"
You shook your head, your arms crossed over your books across your chest "Maybe next time, guys."
Rowan groaned, "Aw don't be such a drag, Y/n!"
You smiled a little, "You guys go ahead. Catch you tomorrow?"
You walked to the end of the block together. They'd cross the street to get to the party, you'd keep walking down the block to get to your dorm.
There was a parking lot on the corner. It was empty save for a single trailer.
As you waited for the lights to change you all looked into the lot.
Rowan leaned in, and whispered "I heard it belongs to professor McHarris. Say his wife ditched him and how he lives in a trailer."
Odie shook their head, and rolled their eyes with a sigh, "Ugh boys. Who told you that? I heard..." They leaned into the circle, and muttered in annoyance, "It's. Just. Abandoned. Here."
Rowan frowned in disbelief, "Who'd abandon a perfectly good trailer?!"
Odie shrugged, pulling on a pair of shades as they squinted against the setting sun, "Who wouldn't?"
Ziggy, a theater major, and naturally a lover of storytelling, smirked as she leaned in. "Well...I heard some weird stuff goes on in there. Some cult leader or something crashes there late at night after he goes PSYCHO." She waved her fist around like Norman Bates and laughed as the rest of you stepped back and shuddered in horror.
The light turned green and your friends waved goodbye.
You turned and walked down the block as they crossed the street.
You sighed as you climbed up the stairs to your apartment and opened the door. You sat down, and stacked your books and projects up, and started working.
You didn’t like parties, but you liked fun and adventures. You liked doing your own thing, sometimes.
But, right now you had some work to do...
You could have sworn you'd studied the whole night through.
You slammed the books shut. Your eyes were dry and tired from all the reading. You sighed and looked up at the wall. You had strung up photographs you'd developed over the weekend. Some of them were a bit questionable, a little on the avant-garde side of art. But all in all, your work was a masterpiece. The rows of strung up pictures were just a snippet of your impressive portfolio.
Consequently, you'd just gotten an internship in Hollywood on a set.
You were starting the next morning, and looking forward to it, though you were understandably nervous about it.
It was also part of the reason you didn't really want to go to the party..
True, you could have gone just for an hour or two...but acid and protest tunes weren't really up your alley.
Maybe a cigarette, gin and tonic, and some Rat Pack records.
Your roommates and friends were probably talking about a protest that would happen on campus next week.
But, that also wasn't your thing.
You just weren't comfortable with crowds and loud noise.
Mysteries.. Now that was where it was at.
At least to you.
You looked at your watch, expecting it to be 3 or 4 am... It was only midnight.
The night was still young.
And you were restless.
You stood up... For once in your life you were going to be impulsive and assertive. You were going to do something crazy.
You were going to find out who the hell really lived in the trailer.
You pulled on your denim jacket, and put on your red go-go boots, rushed out the door, and down the stairs, rushing to the parking lot before you lost your new found sense of curiosity.
You wrapped your fingers against the chain link fence, your eyes zeroing in on the lone trailer in the center of the dark lot.
You sighed, trying to force yourself to do one exciting thing with your life. "Don't be a drag. Don't be a drag, don't be a drag..."
You trudged through the darkness and hovered around the trailer. It was dark and silent. Maybe Odie was right. Maybe it really was just abandoned...
Or maybe...
Maybe Rowan was right. It was rare, but he had his moments.... Maybe that professor really was just trying to get by...
Or...horrifically but also possibly, what if Ziggy was right?!
She always had hear-say and gossip down to a t...
Besides...
Serial killers weren't not a thing in big cities.... What if this cult leader rumor was real?!
You were close to the door.. You didn't even knock on the door when you heard a guttural growl and a loud bark.
You fell back in fear, and pushed back on your heels and palms.
You unexpectedly ran into something...
You turned around, feeling cold with fear, "Holy shit it's the serial killer..."
You looked up and he looked down.
He was wearing sunglasses for some reason...
You held your breath, "Definitely a serial killer."
He wore a denim jacket over a black shirt.
He reached down and pulled you up, with a seemingly, and oddly friendly smile. "She doesn't bite." He threw his cigarette onto the ground and put it out with his foot.
"Wh...who are..." He was kinda cute... A bit on the older side. And...also still probably a serial killer.
"My dog. Her name's Brandy." He shrugged matter-of-factly, as he looked through a key ring.
You sighed calming yourself down a bit, reasoning that a serial killer wouldn't be human enough to have a dog.
You hoped...
He started to unlock the door as he clicked to calm his dog down. "So any particular reason why a kid like you's fuckin' around here and isn't home and asleep?"
"Why wouldn't a kid like me be out?" You thought you had him.
He shrugged, "Out in the street alone where there's some real creeps?"
"You're not a creep, are ya?"
He chuckled a little " No. I dont think so at least."
You smiled a little as he sat on his makeshift porch, his dog sitting by his side.
"I'm not a kid anyway. I'm twenty-two."
He chuckled a little. He remembered what it was like to be so young, "So why aren't you at a club or a party or a protest or somethin'?"
You shrugged a little "Not really my scene."
"So you're not a hippy?" He sighed a little, a bit more at ease. Even if they were for peace and all, they made Cliff Booth a little uneasy, which wasn't an easy thing to do itself.
"Not really. And you.... Youre not a m..." You bit your lip. Why would a murderer admit to being a murderer?
"A what?"
"Well... Your trailer popped up out of nowhere and there's been... rumors about you..."
Cliff chuckled a little. He wasn't quite a star in Hollywood but rumors always managed to keep him in the spotlight.
"Yeah? What kinda rumors?" He petted Brandy as she laid her head on his leg.
"The best one was you were either a professor that got divorced and lost everything. Or a culty serial killer."
He laughed, "That's crazy talk."
"Yeah...so...who are you?"
He took his glasses off and you saw his beautiful blue eyes under the moonlight. "My name's Cliff. What about you, intruder?"
"Intruder?!"
He nodded, a little amused by your response, "Pokin' around somebody's home at midnight? Makes you an intruder."
"Student parking lot. You are ...probably not a student right, Cliff?" You smirked a little.
"Touche, kid. So...intruders are strangers. You don't wanna be a stranger, right?"
You laughed, "Guess not." You shrugged, "My name's Y/n. I study photography there." You pointed to a building down two blocks, looming like a castle over the new city lights.
Cliff whistled a little, "UCLA. Nice school. You know what you're gonna do when you're through?"
You nodded, "I graduate in a few months. And I just got an internship on some set in Hollywood. I start tomorrow. I wanna work cameras for movies some day. Guess this is how I'll start."
Cliff smiled, "Sounds like a dream, kiddo. Good luck out there." Cliff knew more than anyone that Hollywood was a cut throat place.
He meant it when he wished you luck.
And something about the way he said it let you know that.
"Thanks Cliff," You smiled, until you looked around the parking lot and the dark streets. A few hours from then it would be awake with cops raiding the parties and kids scrambling to get to their dorms.
"You gonna be ok, old timer?"
Cliff laughed a little, "Does get loud around here sometimes. College was never really my thing."
"No?"
He shook his head "Nah. I got drafted."
"Heavy."
"Yeah... So I move around every now and then to keep things fresh. There's an empty lot behind this theater. I've been thinkin' of movin' out there next."
You felt a little sad for him. It felt so lonesome out there at night.
You asked again "You gonna be ok, Cliff?"
He smiled a little, "I get by, kid. Don't worry. You go out there, show em whatchu got tomorrow, ok?"
You nodded, "Thanks again, mister," you smiled as you started walking away. "See you around, Cliff!"
You waved back at him and he waved back with a soft smile and a sigh, "See ya, kid."
And...he did...
You were an intern on a set that you knew nothing about.
"Alright L/n. When the director says action you're gonna move down here with this camera. When you get to the third line you have to zoom in on Rick."
"Rick?"
Your mentor of sorts nodded "Yeah. Rick fucking Dalton."
Your jaw dropped, "Rick Dalton? Like Bounty Law- Rick Dalton?!"
The cameraman nodded understanding you were star struck. You were fairly young so you'd probably grown up watching his shows. "Yeah. And. After lunch were gonna work with his stunt double over on the horses. That guy's crazy. His name's Cliff."
What were the odds...
"Cliff?"
You heard a third, familiar voice. "Yeah?"
The camernan smiled, "Speak of the devil!"
You turned around and sure enough there he was.
Cliff....
He took off his sunglasses, trying to figure out if it was really you. "Y/n?"
You smiled "Hi!"
He laughed "Well I'll be damned! This is where you're working!?"
You smiled and nodded "Yeah!"
Cliff smiled. He wanted to make sure you didn't end up like him. He knew a few names that might come in handy for you. He wanted to make sure you were alright.
Cliff didn't do that for many people...
Frankly...Well, he liked you.
And Cliff Booth didn't like many people.
He wasn't too social. A bit like you...
Somehow Rick convinced you to go to a Hollywood party with them.
Cliff had to go because Rick needed a ride, as always. And you went because you just wanted to spend some time with them.
They were quickly becoming some of your closest friends.
Cliff was becoming a little more than a friend, a little less than a fling.
But you wanted it to be so much more.
Cliff left you and Rick to get some drinks for the three of you.
Rick laughed as you told him the story of how you and Cliff met. "A serial killer?!" He laughed and wiped away a tear, "Wait till you hear the rumors about him around Hollywood!"
You laughed a little but then Rick noticed something was wrong. You were worrying about something as you looked around at the producers, directors, and actors.
"What's goin' on sweetheart?"
"You think I'll make it?"
He lowered his cigarette and asked, "You shot the Mexican stand-off scene in this week's episode?"
You nodded, "Yeah...? Shit...did someone say something? Fuck did I blow it?!"
Rick shook his head, "Oh, no, no, no! You did great! You're all they talk about in the editing room! You're gonna make it out here, kid."
Rick realized that couldn't be the only thing in your mind. He followed your eyes over to Cliff at the other side of the party.
Rick smiled a little as he murmured so only you could hear, "You know he really likes you?"
You smiled a little, "Ah, you’re just saying that."
Rick laughed and gestured to Cliff, "You really think he gets that cleaned up for just anybody, Y/n? You've seen him on set."
You giggled "I guess you're right."
Cliff made his way through a crowd and made his way back to you and Rick.
He smiled at you, and you smiled at him.
Something told you Rick might have been right...
You were going to make it.
And you were going to have Cliff by your side.
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