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ranhaitanisgf · 6 months

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HANAAA!!!!!!!! Congrats on 2k <33 I'M SO PROUD OF YOU For this eventt, may I request Enemies to lovers, the scene being seven minutes in heaven with BAJI!!! There's no specific scene I want SO HAVE FUN WRITING AND AGAIN CONGRATS ON 2K ILY <333333

— baji keisuke // enemies to lovers // seven minutes in heaven

[𖤐] first post of being back!! the first person i talked to after i got back on was sin, so i made sure to type up ur req first 😭 i will get through all of them trust!! baji might be a little ooc since i'm very rusty, but hopefully you all still enjoy!

wc: 2.3k+

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as soon as you walked into mikey’s house and saw a very familiar face, you could feel your eyebrow twitching as you turned to your side, the bubbling anger you were feeling seemingly leaking into the air. chifuyu, who was standing beside you, chuckled nervously as you gave him a piercing look.

“chifuyu…what the hell kinda sick joke is this?! you told me that-”

“wow, i think i see takemitchy over there! i think he’s looking for me! i should go and see what he wants!” before you could grab onto him and force an explanation out of him, he had deftly avoided you and walked straight into the small party, slipping through the crowd and disappearing.

you sighed, scratching the nape of your neck for no particular reason as you tried to figure out what your next move was. you could just leave the party and pretend you never came, which at first thought seemed like the best idea. but after thinking about it for more than two seconds, you decided that you definitely didn’t want to give that sort of satisfaction to him, since it would most certainly make its way back to him that you had shown up at some point.

and so, even though you could see baji keisuke laughing annoyingly loud in the distance, you decided to walk in anyways.

i mean really, were you going to let some immature and stubborn prick keep you from having a good time? absolutely not.

mingling with the rest of your friends had proved to make the choice worth it, especially since you had some absolutely priceless polaroid photos of mikey hanging from draken’s braid, (it would always prove a mystery how that managed to even happen in the first place). you’d decided to forgive chifuyu without much repercussion for him aside from a punch in the arm, which he took gracefully.

you were sipping a mystery fruit punch when he took a break from dancing, leaning on the wall next to you. your eyes flicked over to him before you rolled your eyes in faux annoyance.

“still can’t believe you betrayed me like that matsuno. in your heart, you truly are a traitor.” the corners of lips turned down into a frown, shaking your head at him as you looked away. you couldn’t see him, but you could almost picture his eyes rolling.

“y’know, you and baji-san really need to get over whatever thing you guys are hung up on. i didn’t tell you he would be here for your own good, just so you know.” you snorted at the response.

“wooooow, yeah, definitely for my own good…even though i literally hate his guts-”

“is this little twerp botherin’ ya chifuyu?” a deep voice suddenly interrupted.

oh dear god.

you immediately shot a look of disgust to baji, who had made his way over to the two of you. there was a taunting smirk on his face as he stared you down. you feigned throwing up at the sight of him, which only made him chuckle a bit as he lowered his face to your level, that same smirk still spread across his lips.

very luscious lips…..

“is getting to my height supposed to intimidate me orr…?” you questioned, raising a brow as you took another sip of fruit punch, seemingly unbothered by his presence, (you were very much bothered to even be seeing his face).

“nah, i just think you got somethin’ in your teeth, (l/n).” he chuckled. your eyes immediately widened as you held a hand up to your mouth, running your tongue over your teeth to feel for any sort of debris. baji leaned back, the same damn infuriating smirk stuck on his face as he said something to chifuyu. you didn’t catch it though; you were too busy trying to see if there really was something in your teeth.

“everyone get over here, we’re gonna play seven minutes in heaven!” you suddenly heard mikey shout, (was his voice slurring or were you crazy?). you looked over at chifuyu, raising a brow at him. he merely shrugged at you, walking over to where everyone else was beginning to sit in a circle.

you joined him, sitting to his side as you looked around, wondering how this was going to work with 90% of the circle being, well…dudes. draken sat next to you, muttering the same wonderance under his breath, making you snort a bit.

before you could comment on it, chifuyu leaned over to you, an amused yet sheepish look on his face. “by the way, you don’t actually have anything in your teeth…”

“what!?” you whisper-yelled. a rambunctious laugh came from baji, who was sitting on chifuyu’s other side, laughing quite animatedly at your expense.

this is exactly why i don’t like that fool.

“you stupid asshole!! i swear to god, you never get less infuriating, do you!?”

“it ain’t my fault if you don’t have a sense of humor, (l/n)!” baji snickered. “you shoulda seen the look on your face!” you glared at him, and you might have even swung at him, (it wouldn’t have been the first time) if it wasn’t for mikey stumbling into the middle of the circle, placing an empty soda bottle on the ground.

“i think you all know the rules, and if you don’t, then i guess too bad! we’re gonna start nowww, so make sure you guys get ready to pucker up~!” multiple groans were heard from everyone at mikey’s cheeky remark, along with urges for him to just get on with it and spin the bottle.

“oh, before we start, (y/n)-chan! can you take my spot over there instead? i wanna sit next to draken!” mikey whined.

he really reminded you of a toddler at times like these.

“yeah, yeah, sure.” you muttered, hauling yourself up and moving over across the circle.

“yayyyy thank you!”

as you sat down again, you began to think that there was something…alcoholic in the fruit punch. your head felt quite a bit fuzzy, and when you were walking it was a little bit harder to place your feet where you wanted them to go. you’d probably be fine though, no sweat.

yeahhhh, it’s fine.

“psst, (y/n), you’re up!” sitting to your right was mitsuya, who had nudged you a little bit to get your attention. there was a bit of an amused smile on his face, making you question what had happened in the moment you’d spaced out.

“huh?”

“you and baji got chosen by the bottle.”

“oh alright i guess…” you mumbled, smacking your cheeks to wake up a little bit. it took a moment after that to register what mitsuya had said. “wait, what!?” you yelled, shooting up. you stumbled a bit as you stood up, but you didn’t even care about that at the moment. your eyes locked onto baji, who was already standing. his aura radiated annoyance; he wasn’t even looking at you.

“whatever, let’s just get this over with already.” he muttered. your mouth opened and closed, trying to form a sentence.

this is totally a setup!

you didn’t get a chance to do anything else before someone shoved you out of the circle and in the direction of the closet.

“wait- why do i have to-!” a final shove secured you into the closet, making you almost trip over your own feet as you tried to get a sense of balance back. there wasn’t even a second to prepare yourself before someone was shoved on top of you, making the both of you topple over and hit the wall. your head slammed against it particularly hard, making your vision go blurry for a moment as you looked to the door.

“goddamnit, chifuyu…” you mumbled. you furrowed your brows as you felt a dull pulsing pain in your head, likely stemming from the fall and also whatever alcohol that was probably put in the punch bowl.

oh great. this is just great.

you tried to squirm out from under baji, who had unceremoniously been tossed on top of you. it was to no avail though; you had neither the energy nor the strength to do that.

“you mind getting up off me…? you’re heavy as hell.”

“yeah yeah, i’m goin’. jesus, why are they so serious about this weird shit…” baji lifted himself off of you, and as your eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, you could see him holding out his hands to find a wall to lean on. he didn’t have to try very hard; the closet was so small that his hands could touch both walls.

you went to lift yourself, but the dull pain in your head turned into a pounding, making you shift into a sitting position instead. a groan slipped through your lips as you closed your eyes, your fingers going to massage your temples in a futile attempt to soothe the pain.

“y’alright there?”

“my head hurts like a bitch, but other than that. yeah.” silence swept over the two of you after your rather curt response, leaving the atmosphere a bit tense. you felt a bit awkward about the situation; you were basically mortal enemies, so what were either of you supposed to say?

you just hoped he couldn’t hear your heart beating a little faster than normal.

okay, so, maybe you didn’t completely hate him, but in your defense, it was completely warranted. i mean, even as an elementary schooler, who just goes around telling everyone in the grade that you had a crush on him?! oh, that’s right, him. sure, maybe it was an immature reason to go through all of this, but you were not one to let a grudge go easily, even if that grudge is all the way from elementary school.

the two of you sat in silence for a little while longer before he finally spoke.

“so how long you gonna keep this little act up?”

“excuse me?” you scoffed. “what in the world are you even talking about-”

“oh come on (y/n), you can’t seriously think that we’re actually ‘enemies’ or whatever you go around to tellin’ people.” his casual use of your first name made your heart skip a beat, but you ignored it.

“i’m not that shallow that i would just go around saying things that i don’t mean, for your information. you might not have known then, but that betrayal of trust is not something that i just go around forgiving so easily, especially since you’re so infuriating now.” baji barked out a sharp laugh at your response, sending a surge of annoyance through you.

he leaned down towards you, shortening the distance between the two of you significantly. even though he probably couldn’t see you, you still quirked a brow, wondering what he was up to. you could faintly see a smirk on his face as he rested his head on his hand, his eyes dark eyes staring at you.

it almost felt like his eyes were staring right at your soul, making a small shiver go down your spine.

“heh, you’re a lot more stubborn than i ever gave you credit for, (y/n). i didn’t seriously think that you were still hung up on that.”

“still hung up on that?? what in the world else would i even be-”

“do you wanna know why i did that?”

“...what?” the smirk on his face turned into a softer smile playing on his lips, although his eyes still showed a glint of playfulness.

“you heard me. do you wanna know?”

“sure, why not.”

it’s like you could really have any reason to warrant doing something like that anyways.

“it’s cause i liked you, stupid.”

it’s probably the last words you ever expected him to say.

what…

you just stared at him, mouth open, no words forming to even try and respond to him.

“you’re seriously that surprised? man, i thought chifuyu was jokin’...” baji’s head dropped down as he let out a loud sigh, his fingers weaving through his hair.

“...i mean…what the hell was i supposed to think baji…” you managed to get out, looking to the side out of pure embarrassment. now that you knew, you just felt silly and stupid, shame flooding through you. of course; he was an elementary school boy, so of course he would go and brag about it to everyone.

“i guess i sent some mixed signals there; sorry (y/n). do you accept though?”

“accept what?” baji scoffed at you and rolled his eyes playfully, leaning forward to flick your forehead.

“ow!”

“my feelings, duh. do i have to spell everything out for you?” he looked at you expectantly, patiently waiting for an answer, (which was very unlike him).

“i-uh, well-”

“time’s up, lovebirds!” a knock from the door interrupted you, and there was only a moment before the door was opened, flooding the small closet with light. you squinted your eyes, the light seeming too bright after being in darkness for a while.

“so, did you guys get over your feud yet, or are you guys still enemies?” chifuyu asked, a somewhat knowing look on his face as he looked at baji kneeling in front of you. the boy in front of you merely stood up, grinning while he helped you up.

“i guess we’ll have to see.” his fingers slid between yours, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the closet, past chifuyu, past the party and outside.

the cool air of the night hit your face as the two of you walked, sobering you up a little bit and making you realize that baji was still holding your hand. you tried to free it from his gasp, but he held a firm grip, finally slowing down and stopping to face you. a boyish smile was on his face, making your cheeks heat up as he held steady eye contact that you couldn’t look away from.

“so, what’ll it be, (y/n)?”

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dumb-bitchass · 8 months

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Fight Club~ how they'd act with sick! reader

a/n. i've been sick for 2 weeks and am DONE so i'm finally writing these as a small comfort cause why not

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Jack (narrator):

• would take care of you to the best of his knowledge and abilities

• i feel like he's terrible at taking care of his own self when he's sick, so he'll try his very hardest to take good care of you

• even though all he really knows what to do is just keep showing you soft affection

• wouldn't care too much about getting sick from you- might welcome it so you could be sick and miserable together

• takes out your favorite movies on vhs and props your head up with a pillow, making sure you can see

• would sit by you and put your legs across his lap, almost subconciously

• like i said, he's a bit clueless about taking care of a sick person, so you'd probably have to ask him to get you a food or drink

• he'll do it immediately

• even though he knows it hurts you to talk and you probably won't respond to him, he'll talk to you anyway

• about pretty much anything, really- you find it cute and distracting from feeling sickly

• if you're one of those people (like me) who can't sleep when they're sick, he's more than happy to stay on the couch with you

• cause he can't sleep anyway !!!

• would offer to put your head in his lap

• brushes your hair out of your face, to which you grimace and mumble something about using it to hide your "sick face"

• he'd reply in a teasing tone how you still look beautiful, but you know he means it (and you literally c a n n o t)

• fixes the blanket around you so you're cozy

• softly strokes your hair and twirls it around his fingers

• eventually dozes off with you sleeping peacefully (and nasally unfortunately) on his lap

Tyler:

• would either not care at all about getting whatever sickness you have or would avoid you like you were a deadly virus

• i feel like he'd kinda be inbetween, like he'd be okay getting close to you but not too close

• would definitely find ways to entertain you while you're glued to the couch

• like showing you new martial arts moves

• sometimes it makes you smile through the pain, other times you're left incredibly confused

• but your throat hurts too bad to ask him any questions about the whats or whys so you just have to lay back and watch

• sits a bit away from you and goes on philosophical rants about the societal repercussions of being sick but somehow benefits vital workers like yourself, paired with deep stares into your soul

• ends it with a smile and kiss on your forehead, then scurries off

• leaves you more confused

• would be nice enough to make you some sort of soup or other food you could eat

• if you refuse to eat, just know he will find a way to make you, i mean it's tyler

• would resort to feeding you if needed, you can't get out of it now

• he probably would feel bad leaving you while so miserable, so he'd send jack to the store to get you medication of some sort

• if you ask really really really nicely, he may consider carrying you to your room to get changed into pajamas for the night

• "you better not get me sick!" he'd say firmly with a smile on his face- why does it kinda sound like a threat though?

• you're sleeping on the couch, sharing a bed is wayyyyy too risky for him

#fight club #narrator x reader #fight club narrator x reader #tyler durden x reader #fight club x reader #fight club headcanons #fight club narrator #tyler durden #fanfic

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reilliane · 3 months

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This is my personal obligatory post and apology for my poofing disappearance- if you're not up to read things like these, then feel free to scroll past! Have a good day/night!

—

the poofing, the poofed, and the un-poofing.

TLDR; Bad stuff happened for the entire past year, stopped college just a few months ago to learn the materials myself and market myself in the graphic design industry soon, and got a whole dose of religious epiphany that threw my life around. Wrote in a different account a few months ago to ease and destress without much expectation. Will continue to write albeit there won’t be many updates, had/have to drop original writing plans [right now focusing on a short story for Wanderer, though it doesn’t mean I won’t be able to write for others when I get the time]. May unfortunately discontinue ongoing AUs but will provide a summary for them [I think it’s only Tyranny-?] Will also open writing/art commissions soon, maybe set up a kofi account, but I won’t be ‘gatekeeping’ any content I plan to post. I’m thinking, if ever, it’d only be standalone specials or maybe nsfw [gosh I’m really saying that?] in kofi, buuut that’s just a maybe. Everything else is free to read of course <3

A really detailed and long [I MEAN IT, MAYBE 1.3-.5K?? WC] exposition under the cut, but of course, it’s optional to read!

PS. I opened my drafts and had one or two finished works there, I will publish those soon. Get ready. Because they’re angst AHAAAAAAAAAA-

PPS. I won’t be able to respond to everyone’s sweet shucking messages in my inbox forgive me But know that I’M REALLY SO TOUCHED YALL I really didn’t think anyone would look for me that much 😭 Someone said I vanished like the avatar and it’s sending me crumpling to the floor.

ALRIGHT STORYTIME LET’S GO—first of all, I haven’t been on Tumblr for so long, nor have I interacted with anyone and coming back,, the web interface bamboozled me.

Anyway- the past year was roooough, like settling in and getting into college.

From the start, my brother and I have known of our depleting resources but couldn’t stop because of our mother’s insistence and my father’s very.. volatile attitude. Double the latter since he has cancer and has been nothing short of cranky and infuriated for the past years—knowing that the money is facing a downward slope because of his expensive medicines and learning that we’ll stop because of it would’ve,, been terribly bad and that's understating the nature of my headstrong, independent, and prideful father.

There were times when he was very somber about his state, but then mad—it was just a really bad time, but my brother and I finally convinced our mom that we had to stop for real a few months ago because money was just tight. Until now we’re hiding the fact from our dad that we stopped under the pretense that we’re only taking one course for the semester :v

We were very lost and torn.

I knew I had to go out and look for a job, but my brother would be doing the same, too—the thing was that we knew our mom couldn’t handle our dad being sick alone, so my brother opted to be the one to find work outside.

I’m learning materials and courses on my own at home, but finding a remote job without a degree is no doubt near unimaginable with how remote setups are almost nonexistent now. The time was just bleak at home, too, my father would ask for bad things to eat that would worsen his health and then blame it all on my mother when he felt body pains and repercussions—it was just BAD, that wasn't all of it, but I digress. Cancer sucks.

Just a few days ago, I lost my uncle to the same thing, and now there’s an overall family dispute over who gets what and it feels like I’m living a kdrama fever dream [pls get me out hfasjdkfhdsaf]. I don’t recommend it if it’s not romance lmao.

Things were getting so out of hand and I also couldn’t get back into writing or socializing with everyone in my writing socials—but I still wanted to write without the expectation of being able to deliver as I used to. It was a de-stresser for me, so I opened a new account in ao3/quotev and wrote in.. November or December, I think. It was nice, I got to just type away and post and leave it at that.

I think one of the reasons why I didn’t go to Tumblr for that was because I knew I wouldn’t be able to commit to updates, and I love you guys, I didn’t want to say something and promise it’d be given but then nothing. I’ve done it back then and I just, don’t want to do that :(

Despite how heavy and dark the past year was, however, something really unexpected happened—okay here it goes.

As a child, I’ve been taught about Christian doctrine and was brought up to believe in the existence of a God. I didn’t have my heart in it though, of course not, how was I to believe something that I only knew because someone said it to me?? I did attend church out of duty and had a shallow fear of the greater being, but as an authentic believing person? Naw.

Not until June at least.

I don’t know how to explain it rather I, out of the want to give my mother the chance to go somewhere she wanted to for Sunday, decided to join her for church. I was ready to just daze off and think about some solution to our problems, but then the sermon spoke to me—you know, that feeling when someone is passive-aggressively referring to you in a complaint or something?

It felt like that, only it felt like that message was something I was meant to hear, and boy I couldn’t believe it—neither did my mother [lol]. She told me how shocked she was when I listened throughout the what, an hour and a half of preaching that I usually just dismiss.

It’s cliche, but my life really changed after that one simple Sunday.

All my tweeeeenty years of living, I’ve asked if God really is real and whatnot and I never got answered until July of 2023. What really cemented my belief in knowing that he is real, is when I decided to genuinely pray—then for seven consecutive days, the Bible would lead me to a page [like just randomly opening a part of the book after prayer] that answered my questions and/or convicted me of something. I'd wake up every day and an event would happen that would answer my confusion and I'd sit in the night thinking 'no way that just happened', but it did. Boy, when I tell you I thought I was going crazy.

Not to mention opportunities such as baptism and ministry suddenly popped my way when I only had the idea in my head and I kept it to myself. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, but when it ‘popped up’ more than thrice in a single week, I knew it wasn’t. Think of it as like, the thing in fanfiction when it seemed like the universe was saying something to you. Yeah, I felt that for myself. Mindblowing.

I could go on and on about the other life-changing things that occurred, but this would be so long LOL.

But I never regret coming to faith and accepting Jesus for real that day, and although life is still dark for me these days, the burden feels light. It’s an amazing feeling. He's really changed everything.

I’m not going to force anyone these beliefs—I knew how it felt to be on the receiving end and it could get very annoying, rather I just spoke on it to say how wonderful it was to know him, and it would be nice to let others know about my side in case they'd also take the faith. Who knows?

Also, I think I understand what those people were saying now. Again, I won’t force anyone—just reminding and asking you to try if you want, because it’s amazing. Bombard me in my inbox if you’re interested, but no pushing here, because I’m a firm believer that things shouldn’t be forced if it’s not the right time yet.

Anyway, that was my source of strength and hope to go through these days—and I believe it’s also the driving force that led me to write this out in.. in Tumblr of all places lol. If someone told me this would happen two years ago I'd laugh in their face 💀

Rather than just getting back into writing and opening my social circle again, there’s that bit in me that wants to say that religious epiphany. That said, I know how diverse everyone is in their beliefs so I’ll say it very tersely that, no, I will not be parading and pushing people to believe this and that—this space is, after all, my space for writing :)

Ah, and nor will I ramble about it like shuck lol, but I will, in private, when prompted.

With that out of the way, back into writing—I was floored when I first opened Tumblr and saw all the notifications and messages about my disappearance and I could’ve cried, really. It touches me poor heart :sob: and I wanted to thank all of you for such caring messages—I wouldn’t be able to reply to all of them [there were many!

Like maybe more than fifteen or twenty, not even counting the direct messages] but know that I’m very- very grateful for every one of you.

I could crawl out of your screen and hug yall but I won’t because I can’t and it’d throw people off KJHFSADKJFHALJSKDFHA

Life is, again, still hard—and navigating it is still difficult, but I’m managing these days. I can no longer return to my usual days of sporadic updates and teasers lol, but I’m happy to say I will still be writing, though it won’t be my entire focus nowadays. When I open writing commissions for genshin and art commissions, it’d get me going, of course.

I have to let go of most of my beloved works because I realized that sticking to them would take up most of my time when I need to be out there upskilling and taking initiative to start earning money to support the bills. I still wanted to write though, and in my downtime I even got to watching One Piece and writing a currently on-hold fanfiction for that in Ao3, but fuuully realized that, no, I’m no longer cut out for really long written stuff unless I commit to writing a long piece that would take weeks for it to be published.

In the end I settled for a single character [wanderer bb] short story that I get into writing without much hassle, and make myself happy, still :) I have ideas for other characters, too, but getting them out to be posted would take longer than usual.

My other AUs, as well, since my focus is just.. God, life, expenses, work, then hobbies. I don’t guarantee finishing them [I think Tyranny? And others, like Smite/Mercy/etc.], but I have in mind to write a summary because I meant it back then when I said the plot was really finished. Sighgisghsighs

Opening art commissions, I’d do that soon—writing, too.

Maybe a kofi account, as well—but I won’t be having any posts I want to be posted to be locked behind some tip or pay. I’m thinking of only adding specials there, specials like, standalone oneshots from an AU, or an nsfw piece. Oh golly, writing that is so beyond me, I think that’s the only reason why if anything is going to be in kofi, it’d probably be the nsfw. I plan to keep this writing blog sfw, still.

But we’ll,,, we’ll see [dying]

So yeah! That’s.. Everything. For the writing thing, I think I’ll technically just be .. here, lol, with a focus on that story with wanderer. Gone are the 7k worded oneshots, now we’re just around 1.5k unless I commit to the creation. The story is so fluffy too [not angst? Surprising]

But again, I will write for others eventually—can’t say when, or how, or who, but I will in time.

I have so many plans in my head about my life, and I’m glad to say going back to Tumblr is a check off the list. I have an original novel in mind, but would you all be interested in such a thing? I don’t honestly know—other than opening commissions, I also plan on a Youtube Channel, but that’s uncertain. A Webtoon for my original plot too is a maybe, buuuut those are just what-ifs. Time will tell!

Those are just my two cents and I don’t regret sharing that—you guys have been with me for so long, even if I don’t really know you all beyond that screen, you all really became a part of my life, too :”))

If you reached the end of this post, wow, I’m touched. I hope you all have a good day–oh wait, what do I say? Ah yes.

I wish you all a good mornight [fhkadjsfhiajhgf].

God bless yall sweet people.

#moonlitrambles #queued #i actually navigated my tags and was gobsmacked.#i thought of a new and more organized blog but i aint got the time for that pls bear with me fhdajskfhas #plus i am so unwilling to leave this behind- i kennat

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cursedcola · 1 year

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Could i request trey, jack, sebek and jamil taking care of their sick s/o who is too stubborn to rest and insistes that theyre fine?

Prompt: Taking care of a stubborn s/o who is sick Characters: Trey Clover, Jack Howl, Sebek Zigvolt, and Jamil Viper

Trey Clover

He is not happy with you. Get ready for a lecture.

First? You ignore your health. Work is not an excuse and neither is the headmaster's demands. He has seen you talk back enough to know that you are not afraid of repercussions. No. You're just stubborn and don't want to sit in the nurse's office.

Second? You act irresponsibly. If another student gets sick because of you - how would that make you feel? What if someone had an important test to study for, but couldn't because you decided to hack up a lung in the 'quiet' library?

Be thankful he doesn't tell Riddle. Not only would you be sick, but you'd be collared. For days.

Third? You made him worry. Horribly. Trey sensed that you weren't feeling well, yet trusted that you would know your limits. Do you have any idea how he felt watching you hobble across campus? So out of it that you did not spare him a simple 'Good morning!' at breakfast?

You made him think that he did something wrong - that you were fighting over something he had no idea about.

Fourth? Even now. As he sits at your bedside with a bucket of ice water prepared to help with your fever...you resist

Needless to say, Trey is a patient man. Yet you somehow always manage to push that definition.

"MC, if I didn't know any better I would think that I am caring for one of my little siblings. Not my s/o," Trey says with an eerie smile. The twitch of his eye and hand pushing you down sends a shiver down your spine. You've run his patience dry.

"You are going to stay here and sleep. I am going back to class, and will come back at the end of the day. I expect to see you in this bed, this pitcher of water drank, and this medication taken. Am I clear?"

Don't piss off momma Trey. Enough said.

Jack Howl

He is understanding. Dare I say that your will to push through sickness makes him love you more?

Not for reasons you may be thinking of. Your bull-headed behavior...it's definitely annoying. Yet, still charming. It's that spark of yours that's gotten you this far in Twisted Wonderland. That fire. He adores it.

Not so much when it comes at the expense of your well being though. Jack openly scolds you for taking things too far, and for causing trouble. He doesn't mean for it to come off as harsh but it does nonetheless.

He essentially forces you to rest once your stubborn behavior begins to test his patience. Jack straight up heaves you over his shoulder and calmly begins the walk back to your dorm. No ifs, ands, or buts - everything falls to deaf ears. Any student that looks at the both of you funny likely gets glared at

"It's for their own good. Mind your own business,"

It's very rare for Jack to appear openly cold towards others (aside from his intimidating appearance)

Your health is important to him. Perhaps more so than his own...he's always been the type to silently worry. In fact, not a day goes by where he is not concerned for you. Whether someone is causing you trouble, or you're overloaded with schoolwork - he worries. You somehow always manage to get in the worst situations....

"I'll be back later. You have my number and don't even hesitate to call if something's wrong," he says, laying you down in your bed and closing the curtains so you can rest.

Jack hastily fills a glass of water and leaves it at your bedside with some pain killers. Along with it is some fresh fruit stolen from the breakfast hall, and your cellphone. It's easy to drift off with the white noise of his scuttling, and soon you're in a dead-like sleep.

Jack sighs through his nose with a shake of his head, "I knew it," and gently kisses your forehead before leaving quietly to return to class.

You wake up that evening to find a stack of notes from all your missed classes on your bedside table. Guess you owe your next exam score to Jack, because the notes are perfectionist level (Riddle level, dare I say)

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is very caring during your time of need. Which is more in-character for him than you may think.

He's finely attuned to the mannerisms and norms of others. Even people he does not particularly care for. It's in his nature to be keenly observant; after all, he needs to be. He's one of Lord Malleus' guards and has trained under mighty generals. (His grandfather as well. The man is quite feisty he does not understand why people say they are alike)

He knows you are unwell before the sickness hits. One sneeze and Sebek pulls out a hankey from his pocket. The one that is not silk - that is reserved for Malleus. Still, it's the gesture that counts.

He then begins to lecture you on the fragility of humans and maintaining your health. What if you spread your germs to his lord!

"Stay away! There must be a six-feet distance barrier between us at all times. Do not come any closer!"

If you are sick, then you must stay as far away from Sebek as possible so he does not catch whatever it is you are carrying.

He is...loud. To say the least. Frustrating too. With how he forces a bag of medicinal potions and other treatments on you. For someone who insists that you keep away, he continues to pop up around every corner.

Naturally you ignore him during all of this. You feel fine! He's just being paranoid...until the soar throat kicks in. Then you're panicking and freaking out over the possibility of your boyfriend having precognition powers

Everything else hits full force. The fever, fatigue, stomach aches, headache...it's a struggle to pull yourself out of bed and pretend to be okay.

"I told you! I told you and you did not listen! This is retribution for never taking my words seriously!" Sebek can be heard across the campus courtyard as he's storming his way through - with Lilia laughing his ass off in the background and Silver burying his face in his hands from disappointment

The growing migraine you have makes his screams sound like explosions, and your façade slips instantly. A flash of regret and (gasp) self-reflection flickers across Sebeks face

He's torn. You are in obvious need of a lecture help, but he has his studies and his lord....this is why you should have listened! He wanted to avoid this!

"You will see to the prefect's recovery. This is an order," Malleus' lays a hand on your shoulder and shoves you into Sebek. The latter remains flabbergasted, unable to refuse the command yet also unable to fully accept it

"At once, Lord Malleus," he decides to accept it with a grain of salt. You will definitely be receiving one of the longest rants you have ever heard after recovering

but for now? Sebek takes you home and watches over you like a hawk. He uses the order as an excuse for being so attentive, but in truth he would have behaved this way regardless.

Sebek never fully understood why his mother cared deeply for his father - a weak, frail, and overly affectionate human. He still thinks it to be unconventional; yet, you have changed his mind somewhat. Which is why your health is so important. Don't prove his assumptions right and ditch him before these feelings get a chance to grow

Jamil Viper

Do not expect sympathy from him. He is another one who doesn't want to get sick. One day off for him equals an entire week's worth of work for the average student.

He also notices that you're feeling sluggish early on. Another observant one - except his warnings come in a more taunting manner than Sebek.

"Still working? You do realize what time it is, don't you? Sometimes I wonder who will give me grey hair first - you or Kalim"

Yeah, supportive boyfriend is not in the equation with this one

Jamil is not careless though. he recognizes that if he leaves you alone that your stubbornness will put you in a grave. So, he puts his wits to the test and essentially tricks you into taking better care of yourself

He will guilt trip you into joining him for dinner, which forces you to take a break and eat a healthy meal. Occasionally he'll pull strings to 'persuade' bothersome students to leave you alone, or conveniently invite you to relaxing events that will lull you to sleep

"Not coming to eat? Too bad. Kalim will be disappointed and I'll have prepared too much food. It's a shame, really"

He knows that you like his voice, and will occasionally begin to read his textbook out loud when you're studying together. You never last long, and can't bring yourself to tell him to stop out of fear that he'll never do it again.

He'll give you small gifts. Ones you won't feel bad accepting, and will feel compelled to use since he paid for them. A basket of fruit, a cozy blanket, homemade soup, etc. he makes sure you are doing well across all fields. Stress, nutrition, rest, etc. At first it's bothersome but then becomes second nature.

"Come here. You're hair's a mess...just let me fix it," definitely conditions you to relax when he combs your hair. If you don't have hair, then he'll ask to fix your uniform which will likely lead to a neck/head massage

Honestly? It would take an actual effort for you to get sick with Jamil around. Ever since becoming his lover, you've never suffered even a small cold or stomach bug. The record is clean.

If you do get sick though? You're on your own. He did what he could to prevent it, and stupidity is contagious

"(Y/N)'s sick? They'll live. If a simple cold is what takes them out then we all might as well give up and go home. They have the resilience of bedrock, it's inhumane"

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #sebeck zigvolt #sebeck zigvolt x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #jack howl #jack howl x reader #scarabia #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #diasomnia

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Unjust Reward - Chapter 2

Part 1 here

I said it yesterday, and I'll say it again: this is dark, bad, terrible. If you are not ready and wanting to read non-con, DO NOT READ THIS.

That said, this was a disturbing amount of fun to write. Evil!Terry ftw.

TW: Violence, sexual assault, rape, non-con, graphic sex, dirty talk, gaslighting.

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“Guess you shoulda listened to Danny-Boy, huh?” Terry says, slowly circling you like a snake coiling around its prey. You turn your head, trying to keep your eyes on him, but you can’t bring yourself to move.

“What are you talking about?”

“Please don’t go see him again, Y/N! He’s not good for you; he’s not good for anyone!” he mocks in a high voice, cackling at his impression of Daniel.

But Daniel had said those exact words to you a few days ago in the park. You thought you had been alone.

He had been there? Had he been the source of that snapping branch that you’d pulled Danny away from?

“You were there?” you ask him with horror, staring at the ground. You feel dizzy; you feel sick.

He gives you a wide smile, as though he had told you wonderful news.

“I should be thanking you. LaRusso may be a naïve little shit, but he probably would’ve found me if you hadn’t pulled him back…”

Your knees go weak, and you sink to the ground.

“I’ve been asking myself what I would have done if LaRusso had spotted me the other day,” Terry continues casually, squatting down across from you, his weight on the balls of his feet like he was prepared to pounce.

“I think I would’ve snatched you up then, Danny-Boy be damned. I’ve thought about this for so long. You’ve been keeping me up at night; I just can’t get the thought of making you mine out of my head.”

You whimper in fear at this confession, and you swear you see his nostrils flare and his pupils dilate in response to the sound.

“I had hoped that having you once would be enough to get you out of my system, but having you here now… I’m not so sure.”

He slides forward suddenly, halving the distance between you, and you scurry backwards on your palms before shakily forcing yourself to your feet.

“Terry, don’t do this, please,” you sob, your focus torn between looking for a way out and never taking your eyes off of him. You’ve never been so scared before in your entire life. “Please just let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this, I promise.”

Terry slowly gets to his feet, still managing to tower over you from twenty feet away, and gives you a soft, pitying smile.

“You won’t tell anyone about this regardless,” he says with confidence, not at all worried that there may be repercussions for keeping you here against your will, threatening – no, promising to force himself on you if you didn’t offer yourself to him freely.

“Do you know why you came here, sweetheart? Even though you know better?” he coos, slowly approaching you like you were a bird about to fly away; you wish more than anything that you were. Instead, you back away from him until your back hits a cold, smooth wall. You groan, a noise of pure terror escaping you, and you see Terry lick his lips as he closes in on you.

“Because you need me. You can’t stay away, no matter how hard you try to play the innocent, good girl next door.”

He holds you in a cruel imitation of a hug, trapping you in his arms and pinning yours to your sides. You feel him bury his nose in your hair, and he inhales deeply, letting out a deep, primal groan that makes you shudder violently against him.

“I told you before – I’ve seen how you look at me. You’re so overwhelmed by your want, even though you do your best to hide it, to deny it. But I see it, doll. I see everything.”

“No, I don’t –” you try to deny him, but he silences you, pushing your head into his chest. You want to bite him, hurt him and get away, but it might just set him off and make him even more depraved at this point.

“I know, I know. You want to keep playing the sweet, innocent virgin forever, and make me get my hands dirty. That’s alright with me,” he says, pressing his body more firmly against yours and crushing you between himself and the wall. “In fact, I’m thrilled about it. Gifts can be nice, but I much prefer taking what I want.”

“But you saved me!” you protest, unable to reconcile this monster with the man that had saved you, the man you had been so drawn to. He leans away at your words to look down at you, a broad smile on his face.

“I did save you,” he agrees, stroking your cheek with his thumb, “…for myself.”

From somewhere deep within you, an angry, appalled scream bursts out of you, and you somehow manage to swing both your hands together, sending a punch right to his gut that sends him stumbling back. Turning, you run back into the office, forcing a chair underneath the doorknob. You’re not sure how long it’ll hold for, but hopefully it’s long enough for you to break the window and escape.

You drop to the ground, frantically looking for something heavy enough to throw through the glass, your heart beating a mile a minute as you hear him running to the door, throwing his weight against it with a loud bang. You find a set of dumbbells in a corner under the bed and grab one, rushing over to the window. Taking one end in both hands, you swing back, preparing to throw it through the window. You’ll probably only get one shot at this…

There’s a horrible crash behind you, and you’re knocked to the ground by the chair, pieces of the door – he had smashed right through it – and Terry himself. You cry out in pain as everything lands on top of you, but it may as well be a whisper compared to the shriek of terror you let out when Terry’s hand tangles in your hair, roughly pulling you to your feet.

“Let go of me!” you scream, your body seeming to finally lean in to the ‘Fight’ response. You swing your knee up as hard as you can, hoping to hit him in the balls and incapacitate him long enough for you to get away, but he clamps his thighs together hard around your leg, catching it in mid-swing. You let out a wail of pain as he squeezes your leg with both of his own, bending you back with a tug of your hair as you struggle to keep your balance on one leg.

“You may have been able to fight back against those pricks out there, but do you really think you stand a chance against me?” he pants, looking down at you in your awkward, trapped position. He brings your head closer to him, using his grip on your hair to tilt your head back and expose your throat. He licks a possessive trail up the side of your neck that makes you cry out in disgust, then takes your ear into his mouth and bites it just hard enough to sting. You whine, your eyes filling with tears.

“Are you ready to be a good girl for me again?” he asks, his voice husky in your ear, breath hot on your neck and making you squirm. He chuckles darkly against your skin as you react to him. “Though I have to say, I do like this fiery side of you. She should come out to play more often.”

With an inhuman screech you move to hit him in the side, but this time he expects it, turning his body to the side to dodge, the momentum of your swing sending you tumbling onto the bed as he releases your leg, shoving you to the mattress. Before you can get your bearings, he’s on top of you, his massive body pressing insistently against yours. You thrash underneath him, but he’s got you pinned, and as you feel him grinding his erection against you, you realize that you’re only egging him on.

“Fuck, you feel so good like this,” Terry groans in your ear, confirming your theory. “Trying so desperately to get away from me, Y/N, and for what? You know you can’t escape me.”

His words seem to suck the energy right out of you, and you go limp and still beneath him. He was right, wasn’t he? Trying to fight back or escape was only going to give him reason to hurt you more.

“Oh, is that it now? Do you give up?” he asks, pressing you into the mattress with his body as he leans down to whisper the mocking words in your ear. “Pathetic.”

“Terry, please,” you try begging him again, knowing it was the only option you have left. With your head turned to the side, you can see his silhouette in your peripheral vision, and try to look up at him with a pleading expression. “Please stop hurting me. This isn’t you, I know it’s not!”

All you had to do was appeal to a shred of humanity that lurked somewhere inside him, and then you’d have a chance…

“You’re right.”

You freeze at the words. Had you really gotten through to him that easily?

Slowly, he sits back, pulling you up with him until you’re both in kneeling positions. You hold your breath, your eyes clenched shut, trying not to tremble.

“I should stop hurting you,” he croons, and you feel his arms come around you in something resembling a hug. “Let’s start making you feel good.”

He grabs the hem of your shirt with both hands, trying to pull it over your head, and you instinctively fight him, throwing your head back and colliding it with his chin, hard. The impact stuns you and you slump forward, dazed and unable to move or speak.

Faintly, you feel Terry slowly, almost tenderly removing your clothes, taking advantage of your immobility.

“I don’t like you hurting, babygirl,” he coos down at you as he works your shorts and underwear down your legs. “Try to just relax and let yourself feel good.”

“Terry… no…” you groan, slowly regaining the ability to speak. You taste blood on your tongue. He clucks his tongue at you disparagingly, tugging your shirt off and quickly divesting you of your bra, leaving you naked beneath him.

“So gorgeous,” he breathes, ignoring your protests as he strokes your skin possessively. “A few bruises here and there, but nothing too bad. I hope you don’t earn any more, don’t you sweetheart?”

You don’t respond, and Terry presses his thumb down firmly on one of the large bruises on your thigh, making a hiss of pain push past your lips. “Don’t you, Y/N?” he growls, gradually increasing the pressure of his thumb.

“Yes, yes!” you cry out desperately, gasping in relief when he removes his thumb.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asks innocently, stroking your hair gently as he gazes down on your crumpled form beneath him. You shy away from his hand reflexively, and he sighs, clenching his jaw as he quickly flips you onto your back, pinning your hands against the mattress when you try to cover your chest.

“I can make this so good for you, Y/N,” he purrs, leaning down to kiss your cheek in a weak parody of affection. “Let all this resistance go, and I’ll have you begging for more,” he coaxes, stroking your wrists with his thumbs. His eyes follow the path of the few tears that leak out from the corners of your closed eyes, and he wonders what they taste like. “Whaddaya say, doll?”

“No,” you tell him firmly, your eyes blazing as they open again and lock onto his. “I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”

Terry’s eyes lose the sparkle of amusement they’ve had the whole time he’s been tormenting you, darkening to a flat black, and you know you’ve said the wrong thing. His lip curls as he lets out an animalistic snarl, and he reels back, slapping you hard, his large hand managing to strike the entire side of your face, including the bandage he had gently applied not even an hour ago.

You cry out, your head whipping to the side, but you’re unable to lift a hand to your cheek before his hands roughly flip you over onto your stomach. He pins you down with a knee on your lower back, and you hear the sound of his belt as he takes off his clothes. He shifts down, keeping you still with an elbow digging into your back now, his free hand reaching down to pull off his pants, refusing to give you even a second to try to escape. Your cries ring out loudly in the room despite being muffled, your face buried in the blankets as you sob.

Terry slides back and off of you, pulling your hips with him so that you’re on your knees before him, the rest of you still slumped onto the mattress. He squeezes the flesh of your hips hard, making you whimper, and you feel his bare, hard cock grind against your entrance. You try to lurch away, but he holds fast to your hips, digging his nails into your skin.

“I’m torn, Y/N,” he tells you, kneading your ass as he talks to you casually. “Torn between fucking you hard and rough until you’re begging for mercy, or making you come until you’re begging for more.” You shudder beneath him, and he lets out a harsh laugh.

“Yeah, you’d hate yourself for coming on my cock, wouldn’t you?” he taunts, sliding his cock against your folds. You arch your back, trying to shy away from the contact, and he lets you. You hear him spit and let out a grunt of pleasure, and when he presses his cock against you again, it’s wet with his saliva, and you shiver at the implication of what that means for you. “You know what? I can have both.”

He kneels on the soles of your feet, preventing you from escaping, and you feel him spread you open with his large hands.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby,” he hums approvingly, and your fists clench the blankets more tightly, humiliated and terrified. “And all for me.” He spits directly onto your entrance, making you feel filthy, one of his large fingers forcing its way inside you.

“Fuck me, you’re tight,” he growls through gritted teeth, pumping his finger in and out of you. “My cock’s gonna break you, sweetheart.” You can hear the patronizing pout in his voice, but are too scared about his words to care; him mocking you was the least of your worries.

“But you’re gonna take it all for me, babygirl. Just like you were meant to.”

He withdraws his finger from inside you, bringing his hand around to your face, holding out two fingers.

“Suck my fingers, baby; get them nice and wet. And if your teeth go anywhere near them, I’ll pull them out, one by one,” he warns, and you let out an audible gasp at the threat. Terry takes the opportunity to shove his fingers into your mouth, pumping them in and out and triggering your gag reflex a few times. You try to keep still, crying softly, and after a minute or so, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, immediately sliding them back into your pussy, stretching you out.

“You’re so hot when you obey me,” Terry groans, the pace of his fingers increasing. “I knew you could be a good girl for me, Y/N. You know what good girls get?” he asks, letting out a hum of approval when you immediately shake your head. It wasn’t as good as you answering him with your words, but it was a step in the right direction. “They get rewarded.”

He presses his fingers against a certain spot inside you that makes you buck your hips and cry out in surprise. He chuckles lowly at your reaction, and you feel your cheeks burn with shame.

“You like that, baby? Did that feel good?” he asks you in a rough, teasing voice, and again you shake your head. “No? Your pretty pussy is telling me different, doll.” Sure enough, his fingers move inside you more easily. You’re getting wet, you realize with horror.

“No!” you cry, repeating the word as you sob. You don’t want this.

“I’ll prove it to you, baby; I’ll make you come before I make you mine; how’s that?” Terry says, his tone soothing but his words having the opposite effect. He turns you onto your back like a ragdoll; you’re too tired and scared to fight. You know that if you do anything that makes him feel anything close to pain that he won’t hesitate to give it back to you tenfold, and you’re already pretty beaten up.

Terry crawls up on top of you, and before you can turn your head away he’s caught your lips with his own, his hands running up and down your sides possessively. You squirm against him, trying not to move your mouth in any way that could be considered kissing him back, ignoring the way his tongue tries to coax yours to tangle with his.

Not at all deterred by your lack of response, he lets you turn your head to the side, laving kisses up and down your neck, his hands coming up to massage your breasts. He lets out a groan of pleasure as he caresses your breasts, kneading them gently; you bite your tongue, forcing yourself to remain unmoved.

“Your skin is so soft, Y/N,” he moans against your neck as you fight to keep still. In one fluid motion, he rolls both of your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and you can’t help the whine that escapes you, even as you bite your bottom lip to try to keep it from getting out. You feel Terry grin against your neck, and hate yourself with every fibre of your being.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he coos encouragingly in your ear. “Let me make you feel good. You know I’m going to have you either way; you may as well enjoy it.”

“I don’t want to enjoy this!” you scream at him in frustration, your tears flowing freely now. He kisses them as they fall, savouring your taste, and you whimper at the sensation.

“Why?” he asks calmly, utterly unfazed by your screaming and crying. “What are you afraid of, someone finding out that you like this? I won’t tell if you won’t,” he promises coyly. “It doesn’t have to be like this, Y/N. I don’t want to hurt you more–”

“Then let me go!” you shriek, hiccupping through your sobs.

“No.”

One of his hands comes around your throat, squeezing gently in warning, and you immediately fall silent and still.

“This is happening, Y/N,” he tells you bluntly but not cruelly. “I’m making you mine tonight.”

He shrugs nonchalantly, as though he was discussing the weather and not whether or not you would be complicit in your own assault. “I’ll stop trying to make it good for you if you’re just going to fight me on it, but it’s going to make things a lot more painful for you. Is that what you want?” Terry looks straight into your eyes as he asks the question, like he’s trying to search your soul for the answer.

You take a deep, shaky breath, closing your eyes, and for once this evening Terry seems amenable to giving you a moment to yourself.

Was this even something you were capable of? Enjoying him forcing himself on you, or at least not fighting back? How could you live with yourself if you just let this happen? You would hate yourself everyday…

But at the same time, Terry was giving you the option to get through tonight without hurting you. Maybe that would be worth it, for both your body and your psyche. Before learning the truth about him, you had been attracted to him, interested in him… was there any part of that desire still within you after all this that you could cling to, just to get you through the night?

You open your eyes, forcing yourself to look at him, taking in his naked body for the first time. As your eyes roam over the pale flesh of his chest, you try to only think about the memories from before, the things he had done to make you feel like you had butterflies in your stomach.

After taking a moment to look at all of him – your face flushing despite yourself as you take in the sight of his large, hard member – you manage to bring your eyes up to his face without flinching or looking away. You try not to feel too proud of yourself for your newfound ability to dissociate.

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?” he asks, and you bite your lip. You should’ve known that he wouldn’t make this easy on you.

“I… I’ll stop r-resisting you.” You force the words out, trying to keep your breathing somewhat regular.

“You will?” he asks, sounding slightly surprised.

“You promise you won’t hurt me?” the question comes out weak and shaky. You don’t know why you’re trying to elicit a promise from him; the man was a psychopath that couldn’t be trusted for even a second.

“I can’t promise that it won’t hurt when I’m first inside you, but as long as you don’t give me a reason to, I won’t hurt you, Y/N.” Well, at least he had been upfront about something tonight.

“Then okay,” you breathe, trying not to think too hard about what you’re saying. “I’ll try to relax.”

“Relax and enjoy, beautiful,” Terry croons, his arms coming around your waist as he slowly lowers you onto your back. You don’t resist, focusing on the parts of him that don’t make you want to recoil from his touch. His body comes on top of yours, skin-on-skin, but this time he holds his weight off of you instead of trapping you against the mattress.

“Want you so bad, babygirl,” he moans against your skin, laying kisses all over your neck and across your collarbone. “Wanted you for so long.”

Against your better judgement, you slowly raise your hands to wrap them around his neck, trailing them up to his ponytail. You grip it in one hand, causing him to pause and look down at you, his blue eyes flashing a warning, but you force yourself to maintain his gaze, calmly releasing his hair from the ponytail, running your fingers through it slowly.

It helped him look like somebody else.

A pleased rumble emanates from Terry’s chest and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your chest. He eagerly moves down your body, his hands and lips never leaving your skin as he slowly slides down to your chest. For some reason, you don’t feel self-conscious; you suppose you’re far past that point now.

He gently takes your breasts in his hands, his rough palms rubbing your nipples, and you feel them getting hard from the attention. He slowly rolls your breasts in circles, the motion surprisingly sending a warm tingling sensation low down in your belly, and you buck your hips ever-so-slightly upwards at the feeling.

Terry purrs, catching the movement; he never missed anything. Pleased, he lowers his head to take one of your nipples into his mouth, lightly teasing the sensitive bud with his tongue as his fingers toy with the other.

You let out a muffled whimper that you hide behind a hand, the other clutching the blanket beneath you. Terry releases you from his mouth, pausing his ministrations to look up at you from under his eyelashes with a lustful expression.

“Don’t hide from me, doll. Let me hear how good I make you feel,” he implores you, maintaining eye contact as he drags his tongue from the bottom of your breast to the top, laving directly over your nipple. You moan, forcing your hand away from your mouth to mirror your other, clutching the sheets with both fists now, and feel Terry grin as he takes your other nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Sliding back up your body somewhat to watch your face, he uses his fingers to tease your nipples until you can’t help but arch up against him.

“You have such perfect, perky tits,” he whispers obscenely, taking in the way you squirm and turn red at his dirty talk with a wicked grin. “And you’re still so innocent, even for a virgin. Such a sweet, pure, good girl, aren’t you Y/N?” he asks, and you nod reluctantly, hoping desperately that he’s not going to make you say it.

No such luck.

“I want you to say it, sweetheart,” he says, watching you bite your lip with hesitation. He leans in and you flinch, worried he’s going to hurt you. Instead, he moves to speak in your ear, his fingers never ceasing to play with your breasts.

“Say it, Y/N; I bet it’ll make you wet for me.” He lightly pinches both your nipples as he whispers to you, and you cry out, feeling a throbbing in your clit.

“I’m a good girl!” you moan out shamelessly, and he tweaks your nipples again as you give in, causing another wave of arousal to wash over you.

“Mmm, yes you are,” he agrees, humming approvingly, his eyes dark with lust. He trails one hand down your body between your legs, and you tense slightly. He targets a sensitive spot on your collarbone, giving it a hot, open-mouthed kiss and sucking on the flesh there, making you relax and leaving a love bite on your skin. He runs a long finger along your slit, and while you’re still feeling tender from him roughly entering you earlier, you feel your entrance slick with your juices.

“So wet for me, aren’t you babygirl?” he asks, and this time you don’t need any instructions as his finger lightly flits across your clit.

“Yes!” you cry out, rolling your hips against his hand. “I’m so wet!”

“Good girl,” he hisses, thrilled by your response, and rewards you by slipping a finger inside of you, rubbing your clit with his thumb in a way that has you going weak in the knees. “Who made your pussy wet? Tell me.”

“Unh…oh, fuck!” you cry out as he angles his finger, hitting your G-spot again. “You did, Terry! I’m wet for you,” you moan wantonly, your face burning with humiliation. He makes that pleased rumbling in his chest again, and the sound makes your toes curl. He slips in a second finger with ease, pumping them in and out, and you’re mortified at the wet sounds he’s dragging out of your body.

“Damn right you’re wet for me,” he growls, sitting up now so he can watch how your whole body responds to him, his eyes feverishly bright. “This is mine,” he purrs, suddenly adding a third finger to your cunt that has you keening as you arch off the bed. “Gonna make this pretty pussy come and then I’m gonna make it mine,” he groans, and your eyes roll back in your head at his dirty talk. Why did someone who could make you feel like this have to be such a monster?

Terry quickens the pace of his fingers, pulling you away from that train of thought, and starts curling them against the spot that makes you see stars with every stroke, making you mewl desperately as he works you closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Come for me, Y/N,” he demands, rubbing your clit steadily even as he keeps his fingers thrusting inside your pussy, and it isn’t long before you come hard with a scream, your legs clamping down on Terry’s hand and trapping it there. He leans down, kissing you deeply, and this time you find yourself kissing him back. This clearly pleases him, and he groans into your mouth, running his hands lightly up and down your body.

“You’re gorgeous when you come apart for me.”

You blush furiously at the compliment, still feeling embarrassed and trying to stay in this safe headspace you had created for yourself.

Terry widens his stance on his knees, spreading your legs wider to either side of him, and reaches down, coating his fingers in your juices and stroking his cock as he looks down at you spread out beneath him. You immediately start trembling, trying to calm yourself down. Terry’s hands return to your sides, stroking them soothingly and helping you relax again.

You feel his erection prodding your entrance, and instinctively reach up for him as you tense up. He takes in your gesture with dark eyes, before taking the base of his cock in one hand, steadying it while pushing just the head inside you before lowering the rest of his body to be closer to you, giving you the comfort you’re craving.

“I’ve got you, doll,” he murmurs, his forehead pressed against yours, and you make a noncommittal noise, digging your nails into his back as you grip his shoulders. He hisses, thrusting himself slightly deeper inside of you reflexively. “Gonna take you, gotta make you mine,” he whispers huskily, and you’re not sure whether he’s talking to you or himself.

Without drawing it out, Terry thrusts his hips forward, filling you in one motion before stilling inside of you. You let out a soft cry as he stretches you, but it’s not nearly as bad as you had been anticipating. He peppers your face with kisses, cooing words of encouragement and comfort that have you melting against him, rocking your hips experimentally.

“That’s it,” he hisses in pleasure. “There’s my good girl, Y/N.”

He pulls back before surging forward again, immediately setting a hard and fast pace. There’s some pleasure to it, but your body isn’t used to this new and unfamiliar exercise, and it starts to feel like he’s bruising you from the inside out.

“Terry, please! Not so hard!” you whimper, but he doesn’t change his pace, thrusting into you as deep as he can get, his hands coming down to grip your bruised hips tightly.

“Relax, doll,” he says, his lip curling in a grimace as he loses himself in pleasure. “Time for me to get what I want.”

You shudder, tears coming to your eyes at the rough treatment, and your protective shield of ignorance shatters as you come face-to-face with the reality of your situation. You cry quietly as he snaps his hips against yours, chasing his own release, hoping that you won’t set him off again with your tears.

After a few minutes of him fucking you into the mattress, he slides a hand up your body, wrapping it around your throat once again.

“Say my name,” he demands in a rough voice, squeezing your neck lightly in warning.

“Terry!” you squeal in pain and terror, and with his eyes clenched shut, he seems to mistake it for a pleasured moan of his name.

Growling his approval, licks a sloppy path up the bruised side of your face, making you whimper.

“Say it again; don’t stop until I fill you up.”

You force his name from your lips as many times as you can, uncaring of how they sound. You feel strangely numb as he ruts into you like an animal, and are only brought back to earth when he comes inside you, the feeling strange and unpleasant. He moans your name with his release.

“Y/N… my girl.”

He collapses to the side of you to avoid crushing you, the tiny cot somehow big enough to fit you both and support your weight, though you’re still trapped beneath an arm and a leg. You try not to cry, waiting until Terry starts to snore before you slowly worm your way out from underneath him, crawling to the bottom of the bed to climb off, find your clothes and get the fuck out of there. You feel yourself leaking Terry’s come down your thighs, and the sensation almost has you vomiting.

A large hand closes around your ankle as you try to clamber off the bed, and you yelp in surprise.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Getting dressed. Going home?” you ask hopefully, and he laughs at the tone of your voice, pulling you back onto the bed with ease and trapping you in his arms.

“You can’t go out with your face looking like that,” he states, as though it were obvious. “People will ask too many questions. You’ll be staying with me until you’re all better.”

You wrap your arms around yourself in a hug, trying to ignore the feel of Terry’s doing the same to you.

“But, but I thought that once you… once we…” you stammer, and he laughs through a carefree yawn.

“I told you that having you once might not be enough for me,” he reminds you, shrugging before nuzzling into your hair, and you whimper, stiffening against him. Did he really just expect you to play house with him after everything that happened tonight?

“Don’t make this difficult, sweetheart,” he purrs sleepily, his arm tightening around your waist. “Even if you manage to get away from me, you can’t get out of here without a key to the door. I don’t want to have to tie you down just to get some sleep.”

You slump bonelessly in his arms, scowling. He was right, and you were too tired and sore to do anything about it.

“Good girl,” he coos in your ear, stroking your body as he feels you give up. “I’ll take you to my doctor tomorrow to get you patched up. This pretty face shouldn’t be all banged up,” he says, laying a sloppy kiss on your cheek, one hand coming up under your chin to hold your head steady. Your only form of protest is the silent tears pouring down your face.

“Try not to give me a reason to make it look like this again.”

#terry silver #thomas ian griffith #terry silver x reader #karate kid #kk3 #the karate kid 3 #smut #dark desires october #extremely dark #graphic smut #trigger warnings aplenty

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personally as cute as I think all the shipping stuff is im a little more preoccupied with the glimpse at pre-fall crowley because of a couple things. first it's made explicitly clear that crowley heavily outranked aziraphale; to the extent that at their first meeting aziraphale is just a random angel he thoughtlessly summons to assist him with starcrafting. aziraphale is infatuated with angel crowley on sight but crowley barely registers him. secondly we don't actually get angel crowley's name- aziraphale introduced himself, and crowley never bothers to reply, either too focused on his work or just being completely dismissive of someone he views as a subordinate. either way. he never says it and aziraphale never learned it.

nooo i know right, that's such an interesting idea that i'm excited to see explored. crowley and aziraphale had met before eden but crowley must have been such a different person back then.

i'd love to see that different side of crowley when he was an angel, maybe he's a little pretentious and stuck-up about his work so he doesn't pay attention to others. of course he wouldn't really care about aziraphale that much, what initially drew them together in the garden was the fact that they are both obviously not a typical angel and demon. when they meet on the wall, crowley perks up at aziraphale telling him he gave his sword away, disobeyed god, and was questioning whether or not he had done the right thing, behavior obviously not exhibited by many angels. this is where crowley starts to develop feelings for him. aziraphale is different and crowley recognizes this when they meet for the first time as angel and demon, not only because he's fallen and knows that only fallen angels are supposed to have doubts but also because he used to be an angel himself and he knows first hand how angels are supposed to act and think and aziraphale is the complete opposite.

but where they actually first meet crowley wouldn't have much of a reason to pay attention to aziraphale. before crowley fell, he was just an angel, one who is only just about to find out how different he is not only to the other angels but also the other demons. a perspective he didn't have pre-fall.

i think that information does re-frame that first interaction after crowley had fallen. he's a new person with a new name and a new perspective on heaven and hell and really sees aziraphale for the first time under this new identity. who he was before, his rank, it didn't matter because he still fell and i truly believe that crowley feels there is something fundamentally wrong with him because of it. that's part of why hozier's take me to church feels so impactful in reference to crowley's character because, disregarding the romantic themes there, it also conveys that in the eyes of the church, if you can't conform, there is something fundamentally wrong with you. crowley feels like he was born sick and there is no forgiveness for that. he asked questions, he got it wrong, it wasn't on purpose, he didn't think any of it was serious, until suddenly he was free falling into oblivion. he seems to just enjoy pushing the boundaries until one day he pushed too far and fell out of line. i don't believe he was aware there would be actual permanent repercussions for that pre-fall, possibly because of his rank in the heaven hierarchy at the time. he didn't have the full picture, he was stuck in his work, in the hierarchy, and possibly didn't realize those rules applied to him.

and it's not that aziraphale was a perfect angel, he had doubts and questions, it just seems that his cognitive dissonance and genuine fear of repercussions (again repercussions that crowley may not have been aware of pre-fall) prevents him from fully committing to them. part of what probably worries him about crowley so early on is that he does see how crowley likes to test things, how curious he is and ultimately how similar they really are even if aziraphale is better at ignoring those urges then crowley. one of the main differences between them is that crowley got punished while aziraphale slid under the radar.

what i'm saying here is that crowley pre-fall seems like an entirely separate person from the crowley we know now, for better or for worse, because obviously falling was a traumatic experience that gave crowley a lot of issues with self-hatred and a distorted way of viewing himself but it also gave him a broader perspective that frames crowley's character and contributes to the growth of his relationship with aziraphale.

#i love starting one sentence and finding 10 more sentence before i reach the end of the 1st one #everytime i try to be concise i end up word vomiting whatever this is i barely even said anything that means smth i just love him so so muc #good omens spoilers #gos2 spoilers #crowley tag

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Hailey "I'm going to be sick" plzzz

38. "I'm going to be sick."

The hospital seemed too bright, like the fluorescents were intent on making her headache even worse. Between not sleeping enough the night before and the added stress of how the afternoon was going, all Hailey wanted to do was curl up, preferably with her boyfriend, but the circumstances made that rather impossible.

Because Jay was in surgery down the hall, with a new round of wounds that she didn't even want to think that hard about. It was like she was fifteen again, waiting for news that may or may not be good. Only, this time, she wasn't injured right along with him. There wasn't a bullet in her leg, and she wasn't dizzy from blood loss, and the person who did it wasn't a dead body they could block out in their memories. And that made it all so much worse.

It meant she was looking over her shoulder every time the automatic doors slid open, as if whoever was haunting them would walk through them and try to finish what they started. It didn't make any sense, not when there were so many people around and someone would surely notice a masked attacker in the middle of everything. At minimum, one of the many trained cops in the room would notice, and it wouldn't take long at all for them to react, especially if the events of the day were anything to go by. There had already been shots fired at whoever was behind this new wave of attacks, even if they didn't seem to do anything to slow them down. Voight had made sure that they didn't get away without some repercussions for their actions, but no blood besides Jay's at the scene didn't give them very much to go on.

Especially when the weapon already had his blood on it to begin with.

Letting out a heavy sigh when another glance over her shoulder revealed only another soon to be patient coming through the doors, Hailey squeezed her eyes shut and put her head in her hands. The artificial darkness didn't do much to help her headache, or her anxiety, and it certainly didn't help that all she could hear was her own heartbeat in her ears and the steady footsteps pacing back and forth in front of her. She understood why Mouse was pacing, and that getting him to stop would be impossible until they had more news, but she needed it to stop, if only so that she could try to keep herself together. Because she wasn't exactly succeeding in that effort when her stomach was flipping and churning as much as it was, some combination of nerves and terror. It was supposed to be over almost a decade and a half ago, not still haunting them when their lives were finally settling into place.

"I'm going to be sick..."

The muffled words were barely out of her mouth when the pacing stopped, a gentle hand finding her knee. The touch made her lift her chin again, and the eyes that met hers were familiar ones, easy to read even when he was trying to hide everything behind them. That was familiar, too - Mouse did that often, hid his own feelings in favor of taking care of those around him. She still remembered what happened when they were kids, when he stood between them and danger until help arrived, with a gun in his hand that he didn't know how to use, and what happened afterwards. He hadn't spoken to anyone in months, had completely shut down, and no part of her wanted to experience that again. He was her best friend, the only person she trusted when everything was falling apart, and there was no way she would let him go through that hurt again.

"Hey... deep breaths, right? That's what Dr. Stone tells us. Panicking doesn't help us, and it doesn't help Jay." Mouse gave her knee a gentle squeeze to keep her focus on him, holding her gaze. It was careful and steady and controlled, exactly what it wouldn't be as soon as the sanity of multiple people wasn't on his shoulders. This was temporary, but she wanted to cling to it anyway, as if his odd optimism could actually keep everything from falling down around them. "He'll be fine, alright? Connor's got him, and he'll be out of surgery in no time. Everything's going to be fine. We'll catch this guy, like we always do, and we'll go home, and everything will be okay."

[ hurt/comfort prompts ]

#answered #anon #alex writes things #hailey upton #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #jay halstead #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #mouseupstead #scream au*#i'm sorry all i can write is this universe now #they live in my mind rent free #take my subtle autistic mouse headcanon it's all i have #the yes/no poll was for the name of their therapist btw #he's named after Henry Czerny's (Gregory III) character in Scream 6

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dollythesheepp · 11 months

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A hunt with no violence doesn’t feed anyone - Chapter 4

AO3

1989

Veronica

On Saturday, the day before their trip to Washington, Kurt and Ram decided to throw a party, as a way to commemorate the upcoming game, even though Veronica was sure they just used that as an excuse to get wasted.

Veronica wasn't in the mood for parties. The anticipation over the game, and over getting into an airplane for the first time in her life were starting to make her feel a bit uneasy; plus, the Riley incident was still fresh on her mind, and she felt bad about going out to party while the poor girl was stuck in a hospital room.

To Veronica's dismay, Heather Chandler reminded her that she had no choice but to come, since making herself present at parties was one of the many obligations she had as a part of the Heathers; Veronica obliged because that was easier than dealing with a pissed off Chandler threatening to kick her off the group, but Veronica made it her personal mission to be a menace and complain the entire time.

Two hours into the party, Veronica found herself sulking around, gobbling down her third beer (the alcohol and the headache that came with it making her even more grumpy), and wishing she was with JD instead. He was probably in his room, packing for the trip because he was the type of person to do things at the last minute; Veronica, on the other hand, had her bags ready a week in advance.

Veronica tossed her empty beer bottle in the trash and walked over to the table to grab another one, at the same time that Heather decided to emerge from the dance floor to do the same thing.

Aside from a quick call to remind Veronica of the party, the two girls hadn't spoken to each other since the game. Veronica didn't know if Heather was feeling guilty (or if she was even capable of that emotion) or if she simply didn't want Veronica to bug her about it. The fact that Heather hadn't had the decency to admit that what happened was her fault or to at the very least acknowledge the incident, made Veronica's blood boil, she was sick of Heather doing everything she wanted with no repercussions; this time it was Riley, a year before that it was her snide remarks at Betty when she entered the team, to the point where the girl almost dropped out, even though she was a damn good player, and before that it the constant bullying towards Martha for no reason.

"I admire your resilience, Heather," Veronica began. She wasn't as drunk as the night of Ram's homecoming party the year before when she puked all over Heather's shoes and had to grovel to be accepted back into the group, but she was drunk enough to say things she would regret later.

"What?" Heather looked up from the drink she was pouring to look at Veronica like she had only just realized her presence.

"You have to be really heartless to show up here and pretend like nothing happened," Veronica grunted, her low inhibitions making her run her mouth without thinking. "As if you didn't fucking cripple someone yesterday."

"What the fuck is your damage, Veronica?" Heather asked.

Like the good little lap dogs that they were, Duke and McNamara arrived at Chandler's side when they heard the commotion. The other members of the team, the ones popular enough to be invited to the party anyway, also began to loom over with interest.

"Just admit that you did it on purpose!" Veronica said, the words coming out of her mouth a little slurred thanks to the three beers she had that night.

"What are they talking about?" Courtney whispered to McNamara, desperate for a juicty gossip as always.

"Heather's plan."

"What plan?"

"This doesn't concern you, Courtney, " Heather growled.

"If it's about the team then yes it does," Courtney refuted.

"Heather wanted us to be rough with Riley," Duke explained. Veronica knew she wasn't trying to be helpful, she just wanted people to turn against Chandler. "Now because of her, Riley may never play again."

"Shut up, Heather!" Heather Chandler yelled, gripping her red solo with so much force that Veronica thought she was going to break it. "Go shove your face in a toilet bowl."

"Sorry, Heather..."

"Stop talking to her that way!" Veronica chimed in.

"Shut up, Veronica. I don't need you to defend me," Duke spat, her eyes burning with anger as if Veronica trying to stick up for her was offensive somehow.

"Yeah, I don't even know why I'm sticking up for you," Veronica bit back. "From what I recall, you were fine with the plan since the start, you fucking hypocrite."

"Guys, stop!" McNamara, ever the peacemaker, tried to dial down the argument (she loved to watch people fight, as long as she and her friends weren't involved) but her efforts were met with indifference from her teammates, who kept on yelling at each other.

Within seconds, the reason for the fight, Riley's incident and Heather's ludicrous plan, was forgotten, as the girls started throwing insults at each other that had nothing to do with the subject; Duke was called a hypocrite twice; Veronica was told by Chandler to shove her superiority complex up her ass and Chandler was accused of being a selfish narcissist, all while people chanted 'Girl Fight!!!' and 'Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!' in the background.

"STOP!" Mac yelled, her voice drowning out the others. Veronica, Duke, and Chandler stopped bickering at each other instantly, surprised by such assertive behavior coming from Mac. "You three, come with me! Now!"

Since she only had two hands, Mac grabbed Veronica and Chandler by the wrist, ignoring their complaints, and ordered Duke to follow in tow, constantly looking over her shoulder to see if Duke was indeed behind her. Mac dragged them to Ram's front lawn, away from the music and the teenagers talking loudly.

"What the hell, you guys?" she asked.

The other three girls started yelling frantically again, talking over each other and trying to defend themselves.

"Rottweilers!" Mac shushed them. "Come on, the most important game of our lives is happening in a couple of days, we can't be acting like this. We need to act like a team, otherwise, we might not even bother showing up."

"You're not going to give a speech, are you?" Chandler mocked, one eyebrow raised.

"No, but you three are going to apologize to each other," Mac demanded. When no one said a word, Mac put a hand on her hip, like a mother scolding a child. Veronica felt weird being ordered out by someone five inches shorter than her. "Now!"

Veronica huffed, awkwardly kicking the dirt with her boot. "I'm sorry for accusing you like that, Heather. Your plan was stupid, but I know you just want what's best for the team," she kept her head down, her eyes focused on her shoes, so she didn't have to look at Heather. "I'm also sorry for calling you a Satanic Barbie..."

"I really am sorry for what happened to Riley," Heather whispered, not looking at Veronica either. "I never planned for her to get hurt like that."

"I know," Veronica reassured her. "It's ok."

"Great, can we go now?" Duke asked, already starting to walk away.

"Not so fast," McNamara said.

"If I had to apologize, so will you," Chandler crossed her arms.

"Fine. I'm sorry for everything that I said," Duke complied. She was mostly talking to Veronica, because she would never dare to insult Heather Chandler, not to her face at least.

"Good," McNamara gave them a satisfied smile. "We should probably go home now. We have a big day tomorrow."

***

The next morning, Veronica was up before seven. She didn't get much sleep, her anxiety making her fear she was going to sleep in and miss the flight.

When she got down the stairs, her parents were already waiting for her with freshly squeezed orange juice, pancakes, and teary eyes.

"There she is!" Veronica's mom greeted her with a proud smile.

"How are you doing, champ?" her dad gave her a small pat on the back. "Nervous?"

"No way! We got this," she said, faking her confidence. Nervous was an understatement.

"That's the spirit!"

As she ate and chatted with her parents, the dreading feeling roiling inside Veronica's gut started to dial down a bit, but it never truly left.

After they were done eating, her mom handed her a letter. "Honey, I forgot to give you this. It came in the mail yesterday."

Veronica opened it with curiosity and the content inside of it made her heart skip a beat, her smile growing with every word.

Dear Ms. Sawyer,

Congratulations! On behalf of the Admissions Committee, we are delighted to announce that you have been accepted to Brown University Class of 1990.

"Oh my god..." Veronica mumbled in disbelief before she even finished reading the letter.

"What is it?" her dad asked. Veronica gave him the letter, too stunned to utter a word. Curious, her mom leaned over his should to read it too.

"Oh my god!" Mrs. Sawyer ran to hug her daughter. "I'm so proud of you!"

A car horn interrupted their celebration. Veronica jumped a little at the sudden noise. "That's my ride," she said, grabbing her bags. "I gotta motor If I want to be there on time."

"Alright," her mom gave her another hug, this one tighter. "Be safe. We'll have a lot to celebrate when you get home."

"Bye, peanut," her dad whispered in her ear, giving her a warm hug, one she didn't want to let go of. "Bring home that trophy, ok?"

"I'll try," she chuckled. "I love you guys! Bye!"

She stepped outside, the warm morning sunlight, the gentle breeze, and the chirping of the birds greeting her good morning.

"Hey," Veronica gave JD a quick kiss on the lips once she entered Mr. Dean's Chevrolet Celebrity.

"Hi," JD smiled at her, but something about his demeanor seemed off, even though she couldn't put her finger on what it was.

"Is everything ok?" she narrowed her brows.

"I'm just tired. I finished packing at 3 a.m.," JD said. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. "I'm fine, don't worry about it.

"Ok," Veronica wasn't convinced. He seemed distracted, but she decided not to pry, the last thing she wanted was to make him upset and ruin their week.

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

***

"Holy shit..." Veronica whispered when she entered the plane for the very first time. JD wasn't as impressed, given how much he traveled across the country with his dad, but to Veronica, who had only left her hometown once, it was undoubtedly cool. "I can't believe your dad paid for a private plane, Mac."

"He's been doing extravagant things ever since the divorce," her friend said with a meek shrug. "Guess I'll take it..."

"Well, thank you, Mr. McNamara..." Duke mumbled as she walked past them in the aisle.

Veronica put her luggage in the overhead bin and took a seat next to JD. Less than a minute later, Chandler showed up by her side.

"Take this," she said, extending a hand to Veronica, where a small, white pill rested in her palm.

"What is that?"

"Xanax. I stole it from my mom's medicine cabinet," she clarified. "I know it's your first time flying, this will help with the nerves."

"Hm, thanks..." Veronica said, taking the pill from her hand.

"Don't thank me, I just don't want to be stuck on a 2-hour flight with someone having a panic attack," Chandler said, then left. Veronica chuckled. Heather was a bitch, something that Veronica was even more certain of after being friends with her for over a year, but she did have a good heart, deep deep deep down. It was typical of her to do nice things while rolling her eyes and being unpleasant because God forbid if people thought she was capable of being kind; she reminded Veronica of her cat, who was an asshole but could be adorable sometimes.

Without thinking twice, Veronica swallowed the pill.

"Good morning, everyone. This is your captain. Our flight plan to Seattle has us going a little further north, to avoid a storm system that is coming in," said a male voice through the speakers, echoing through the small plane. "You should get some great views of the Canadian Rockies. Now sit tight and enjoy the flight."

Thanks to a practically sleepless night and the side effects of the Xanax kicking in, Veronica snuggled next to JD and fell asleep quickly.

Veronica didn't know how long she stayed asleep, but she woke up to the sound of screams and the plane shaking uncontrollably. She blinked, her heart racing and a million thoughts running wild inside her head, the first one being what the fuck is going on?

She looked around, trying to take in the situation, but everything was happening so fast.

Years later, the memories still haunted her. Sometimes, the scene replayed in her head in slow motion, and she could pay attention to every detail: the lights flickering, the plane shaking aggressively until she felt like throwing up, JD putting an oxygen mask on her face, dozens of bags falling out of their bins, Duke screaming, Mac crying, Sophie O'Cnnor praying, her hands clasped together in desperation, Ms. Fleming getting from her seat to help Stacey with her mask.

Other times, the memories came back fast. One minute she was asleep, then in the blink of an eye everything changed and she was in hell.

Veronica opened the window, and she saw nothing but trees. Trees that were getting closer and closer with each second. Shaking, she blinked back her tears and looked at JD, who was pale as a ghost, his eyes wide with terror. He held her hand tightly, his fingers clammy and cold.

Veronica closed her eyes and waited for the impact.

#heathers #heathers the musical #veronica sawyer #jason dean #heather mcnamara #heather chandler #heather duke

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thethistlegirlwrites · 7 months

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Observers

I ended up taking a very angsty spin on "made to watch" for today...

This place is going to feature in Sierra’s nightmares. She really hates these kind of raids, when it’s worse than they assumed from their investigations.

These are some of the worst operations to come out of the newly public vampire world. People who’ve realized that there’s a new loophole in human rights legislation about human test subjects. It had been happening to the fae for years, but now vampires are a target too. And sick creeps like this, promising victims they’re working on finding a cure, only to imprison them and use them as lab rats, really make her skin crawl.

It’s been just as tough on her team. She saw how tight Wren was fastening cuffs, the greenish tint to Pete’s face in the dim light, the white-knuckled grip Saanvi had on her katar, the cold emptiness in Shay’s eyes when they got to the tiny, cramped cages lining the lab.

Saanvi and Pete have been taking the survivors up to transport vehicles, while Sierra and Shay finish clearing the lab. Once they’ve confirmed there are no stragglers hiding in the specimen freezer or the mop closet, they turn back to make their way out. And not a moment too soon for Sierra’s liking.

They’re almost through the main lab when Shay’s head whips around, attention caught by something Sierra’s senses aren’t sharp enough to see, hear, or smell.

She moves around to flank him, reaching for her gun, elbow brushing his arm with how crowded they are in the space, thanks to the tables and various pieces of horrifying equipment. “What…”

She’s startled him. The realization catches up at the same moment his hand swipes across her arm, drawing fresh blood. An inhuman snarl rips out of his throat, and he lunges toward her, eyes cold and icy blue.

He might have gotten one lucky hit in, but Sierra hasn’t trained this long to fight vampires for nothing. She blocks the next strike and catches Shay’s arm, pinning it away from her. She knows how he fights. She isn’t afraid for herself as much as she is for him.

This is her fault, but hunter internal affairs may not think so. All they’re going to see is a vampire liaison gone feral for no apparent reason. They’ll be lucky if the only repercussion is him being cut from the team.

“Shay. Stop.” She hopes she can snap him back. She’d prefer not to have to forcibly subdue him. She might still be able to get away with this, her team is the ones monitoring any continuing surveillance feed, and the whole arrest was so chaotic she can probably tell medical she got injured during that. The lab is full of broken glass and sharp edges.

He continues struggling, and she winces as he twists sideways, trying to break her grip, slamming her hip into a steel exam table.

He feels trapped. Let go.

It goes against all logic, but somehow she knows it’s right.

She releases her grip, lets him spin away from her in some macabre imitation of the way they danced at the hunters’ gala just last month. The ice in his eyes melts, eyes turning back to the cool grey of a spring lake.

“Sierra?” He looks down at her arm. “I…I’m sorry.”

She grabs a discarded lab coat from the back of a chair and wraps it around the cuts, making sure the inside is pressed against the wounds.

“I did that.” His voice is raw. And it’s not a question.

“I shouldn’t have startled you.” She shakes her head. “I know better.”

“I…” He turns away, and she can see his shoulders shaking.

“What did you see?”

He shakes his head. “Just a reflection. Damn it, it was just us.” He picks up a tool that looks something like a pair of pliers from a counter and flings it at the darkly shiny surface of what was once an exam lamp that could be swung over one of the tables. Glass shatters and jingles across the floor.

“It’s like I’m watching someone else. Whatever dark monster lives under my skin, lashing out.” He looks at the bloodstained floor, not at her. “I know it’s happening, I can see myself doing it, but I can’t make it stop.” There’s a choked sound to his voice, and if he was looking at her she’s sure she’d see tears shining in his eyes. “I was supposed to have a grip on it. If I don’t, I’m putting all of you in danger.”

“You’ve only been a vampire for three years. There’s still plenty of time to figure it out.”

“That could have been me,” He says softly, nodding toward the cages. “I might have believed them when they said they were trying to cure us. But I probably would just have been desperate enough to make this stop that it wouldn’t really have mattered if it was true.”

Sierra says nothing. If she was him, she’d probably feel the same way.

“I’m going to be like this forever.” He stares down at his hands. “It’s already been so long, I don’t know what parts of me are me and what parts are…this.”

“It’s all you. The you you are now.” Sierra says quietly.

Vampires may be undead, but some part of them really has died. The person they were, in some sense, is gone forever, replaced by a shadow copy with a darker nature. There are pieces of the past Shane Barrett inside the one she knows, but this is someone new.

“I hate it,” he whispers quietly.

“I don’t.” Maybe she would have, once, but she doesn’t see only an enemy when she looks at vampires anymore. This is the only version of him she’s ever met, and she doesn’t know what he was like before being bitten.

She’d tell him he’s not a monster, but that’s a lie. The truth is, they both are. In the end, everyone is. Somehow, some way. Everyone’s walking around with blood on their hands, some of it is just more visible than others.

And they have to live…and die…with that reality.

Sometimes she thinks monsters like Shay are the better people. At least they’re honest. At least with them, you know what you’re facing.

“I’ve never been all that good at knowing when to run.” Sierra puts a hand on his arm. “And when I do, I run toward the danger, not away from it.” He turns toward her. “We’re gonna do some damage. You because there is something inside you that defies control, me because I go in swinging when I’m confronted with anything to fight. I’ll go after the darkness and you’ll end up collateral damage, sometimes.”

“How exactly is this supposed to make me feel better?”

“Maybe we’re not the best people for each other. But we’re what we’ve got. And we’re willing to keep fighting, to keep trying. This is a colossally bad idea, we both know it, and we’re still here.”

They’re scarred. Damaged. And still standing.

Living and undead proof that sometimes, not knowing when to quit can be an asset.

You can read this story and more from this world on my WorldAnvil here!

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#whumptober 2023 #no.6 #do or die you'll never make me because the world will never take my heart #made to watch #original character #shane barrett #sierra aguirre-stoker #nonhuman experimentation

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shizori · 3 months

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Is This What Love Can Do? ( Am I Dreaming? )

CW ; alcohol

I was drinking alcohol like the insane person i am at the club, tears running down my cheeks. Normally, i'm not big on drinking, but this evening was different. I felt like i needed something to make the agony go away because i had just gone through a horrible breakup. My goal was to use alcohol to numb all of my emotions, and for a while, it appeared to be working. However, as the evening went on, i began to see that the booze was simply exacerbating my psychological suffering. Though i knew i had to find a better way to handle my loss, i was feeling quite lost and alone at the time. I couldn't get rid of the impression that someone was observing me as i sat at the bar enjoying my third drink of the evening and feeling a bit sorry for myself. Even though i looked like a total disaster, with mascara all over my face and my clothes looking like i had just been into a battle with a clothes rack, i couldn't help but glance around to see who was gazing at me. I wondered if i had offended anyone as i reflected on all the blunders i had made that evening. I had no idea what was going on until i looked up and saw a dashing stranger staring back at me. I may have looked like a hot mess, but he was obviously eyeing me out. I grinned to myself, thinking perhaps the evening wasn't completely wasted after all. Even though i was feeling like a complete failure, at least i had someone staring at me for the entire evening. I was a little flattered, and for a little second, i forgot about my broken heart and all of my mistakes. I only needed a small pick-me-up to get through the evening.

I was sitting there looking like a mess for what felt like hours before he eventually came over to me. It seemed a little patronising, "You look like a mess, you should go home," he added. I asked, trying to seem lighthearted and playful even though i was in excruciating pain within, "Who are you, my mum?" as i glanced up at him, shocked that he had the audacity to say that to me. He appeared rather surprised by my reply, as though he thought i would be appreciative of his unasked-for counsel. He said, "I'm just trying to help," and briefly averted his gaze before returning it to me. I could not shake the feeling that he was speaking without knowledge. I was about to throw up when i suddenly felt sick to my stomach and was hunched over the toilet. Standing there, staring at me with a mix of concern and contempt on his face, i was praying that i wouldn't pass out in front of this attractive stranger. He grabbed my hand and dragged me away from the toilet, saying, "You almost threw up on me, jeez." His kind voice said, "Let's get you home," as he guided me to the door. The world spun as we ran out of the club and into the night air, and i could hardly hear what he was saying over the beating in my heart. He was assisting me when i last remembered.

I was sleepy and confused when i woke up, and for a brief while, i couldn't even place myself. Then i suddenly remembered everything. I was wearing clothes i didn't own and i was in a stranger's home. I was in a panic, not knowing what had transpired the previous evening or whether i had done something risky or embarrassing. My heart was pounding as i sat up in bed and the stranger came in. He smirked at me and added, "Hey, we didn't do anything" i breathed a sigh of relief as i remembered that i still had the upper hand. I had no idea how i got to this stranger's house or why i was wearing these clothes, but at least i hadn't done anything dishonourable or against the law. It served as a lesson in constantly being aware of my surroundings and a reminder to exercise greater caution going forward. It's crucial to always keep in mind that there are always repercussions to our choices, regardless of how wonderful something may appear at the time. I regarded him suspiciously, still astonished that i had woken up in someone else's bed. I asked, wiping the sleep from my eyes, "Who are you?" "Rusdane," he uttered while flashing a smile. Curious, he said, "Can i ask?" As i opened out to him, i felt the weight of my grief lighten. "Why were you so messed up at the bar last night? Were you heartbroken?" i groaned. "Well... i guess yes," i conceded. His eyes were friendly and worried, though i couldn't quite make out what he mumbled. Even though i didn't know him well, i had to confess that i was somewhat relieved to have someone to talk to about everything that had happened. "Look, for everything you've been through, for all the heartaches and pain, for all the tears that weren't supposed to fall, for allowing yourself to be emotionally used and abused, for not reading the signs that you're almost cutting yourself in two — all because you love too much...forgive yourself. More than anyone else, you deserve that." for the first time in a long time, i felt a wave of relief sweep over me as i exhaled deeply. "You're right, you know. And i'm grateful for your words. For so long, i've been letting my past define me and my future. But it's time to move forward, and that starts with forgiving myself. Thank you, truly. You've helped me more than you could ever know." i grinned at him and felt a renewed optimism in my chest.

We had become friends after that day, and after a few months, my doubts were beginning to surface. I was starting to worry if he liked me since he was being too touchy. But it can't be correct, can it? i made an effort to ignore the thought, but it persisted. What if i was his romantic interest? if i found out, how would it affect our friendship? i couldn't stop these questions from coming to me, and i wasn't sure what to do. I had to find a way to let go of these ideas or i could damage him and myself in the process. Or... Am I The One Who's Falling?

I chose to go see him since i had heard that he works at a coffee shop. Excitement fills my heart as i enter the coffee shop. I grin at the cashier as i walk up to the desk and ask, "One iced coffee, please." She nods and takes my order promptly. My palms are starting to perspire a little as i look around in the hopes of seeing Rusdane. And there he is, in all his splendour, working on something at the rear of the store. I walk nonchalantly up to the counter to pay for my coffee, trying not to lose my cool, but deep down i can't wait to meet him. "Thank you," i answer, trying not to show off how happy i am. I saw a weird note poking out of my coffee cup as soon as i took a sip. My heart was pounding as i took it out and unfurled it, wondering who it might be from. I was shocked and taken aback to discover that it was a love letter from an unknown person! I chuckled in shock, needing a moment to register the bizarre circumstances before realising that I had to track out this enigmatic fan. Eager to unravel the mystery and perhaps even meet my new admirer, i hurriedly finished my coffee and departed the establishment. I was torn between scepticism, optimism, and perplexity as i made my way through the congested streets. Upon realising that Rusdane wasn't present, my heart sank with each step i took. I kept thinking about him and the note i had discovered. It served as a harsh reminder of what i had been neglecting for a very long time. Feeling defeated and alone when i eventually made it to my flat, i made the unbelievable decision to go straight to bed. All i could think of while i lay there, staring at the ceiling, was the note—and Rusdane.

After a few months, i had no particular plans for Valentine's Day and was feeling a little depressed about the occasion. That is, until Rusdane showed up at my door carrying a large arrangement of flowers. Confused, i questioned, "What are you doing here?" taken aback, i just stood there, trying to figure out what was going on, but he just smiled and added, "Can't I?" before offering me one of the flowers and saying, "Here's a flower for my favourite man." it turned out that he was the one who, all those months before, had given me the love letter, and now he was finally admitting his feelings. "What?" i questioned. "Are you serious?" he asked, grinning as he nodded. He answered, "I am." i had a range of feelings at that instant, including surprise, excitement, and uncertainty. "Will you be my Valentine's?" ultimately, though, i gave in to the temptation of spending Valentine's Day with my crush. "Yes," i replied, grinning back at him.

Everything between us altered right then and there. Now that the emotions we had been too ashamed to voice were visible, we understood we needed to go further into them. We became more and more attracted to one other every day, and finally he made the decision to court me—a development that made me feel both excited and anxious. The hardest thing was deciding to keep our relationship a secret, but it was also what made it so unique. I realised that i had discovered something worthwhile to strive for when, for the first time in my life, i felt genuinely connected to someone in a way that went beyond words. I had the freedom to love and be loved, and i felt alive. That was all that was important.

I was startled out of my trance when i heard a familiar voice call my name. A cheeky look on his face, he asked, "Love? Are you writing our love story?" i was laughing so hard at how ridiculous it was all, and all he did was grin and give me a tight hug. For a brief instant, all of my concerns and doubts vanished, and i had the feeling that I had finally found my place. In the arms of a person i loved back and who accepted me for who i am. I felt really joyful for the first time in a long time. And i knew that we would face whatever lay ahead of us together as we lay there in each other's arms. He laughed and remarked, "You're lost in thoughts again, bringing back our love story huh?" i smiled back at him and said, "Why? It's a milestone," he took a seat beside me, putting his arm around my shoulders and bringing me in close. He remarked, "A milestone? more like a lifetime," with a warm and loving voice. I felt like the luckiest woman alive at that very moment. It was a blessing unlike any other to be loved so completely and so sincerely, and i knew i would always cherish it. I thought nothing could ever separate us as we sat there, immersed in our own little universe and surrounded only by the love we shared.

This story began, however, in a pub when i was feeling very much as though my heart had broken. I never thought i would meet someone there who would allow me to experience true love in addition to making me feel less alone. Who would have guessed? it's been an incredible adventure, and even though i've experienced my fair share of heartbreak, i'm really grateful to have him in my life and to know that i will always have someone to lean on. As i bid you farewell, i can't help but feel both thrilled about the future and a little melancholy. This is only the start of our love story, after all.

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landhoesnorris · 3 years

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Flirty Friends Part 2 - Lando Norris

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Drinking

A/N: Read part one here, sorry it’s taken me so long to write part two

You woke up early the next morning as the sun shone through the windows. Lando’s arm was still wrapped around you, as much as you enjoyed waking up in Lando’s arms you thought it would be best to go back to your room before all of the others got up and realised you weren’t in your room. You quietly got up without waking Lando up and snuck to your room making sure the hall was clear first as to not get caught. Once you got to your room you decided just to get changed into a bikini and head down to the pool since you were already up you thought you may as well start your day early. You decided to prepare breakfast for the house as you know most people would be feeling rough after going hard last night. You decided on just making a fruit platter as the thought of anything else was making you feel slightly queasy. Once you’d organised it all you put it in the fridge and went outside to wait for everyone else to wake up.

When Lando awoke to find that you weren’t in his bed anymore his heart dropped. His mind was going crazy with thoughts thinking you must have regretted last night, he cursed himself for being so stupid and potentially ruining your friendship for sex. He decided rather than sit and let his thoughts consume him that he’d get ready for the day and head down to the pool.

When Lando came down there was already a few people outside, mainly just the people who had left early the previous night and were therefore not feeling the repercussions today. When Lando joined the table he picked chose to sit opposite you which disappointed you slightly as you were hoping he’d sit in the free seat beside you. You looked up at him hoping to get some kind of vibe from him of how he felt about the previous night but he was avoiding your gaze which automatically made you fear the worst, he regretted it. A short while later all the others joined you for breakfast Max sitting beside you. “Oi, where did you two sneak off to last night?” He questioned looking between yourself and Lando loud enough to get the attention of multiple members of the group. “Uhm I was feeling sick after he forced me to do too many shots so I forced him to take me home” You quickly responded wanting to cut the theories you knew people were correctly assuming. “Hmm you sure?” He asked this time directing the question to Lando figuring that if he was going to get the truth out of one of you it would be his best friend. “Yeh we just got a taxi back and went to bed” Lando told his mate, technically not lying to him. Max decided to drop the topic without further questioning , although he still had lingering doubts over your story. Once everyone had finished eating breakfast talk moved to what the plans were for the day it had already previously been decided that in the evening the girls and boys would be doing two separate nights out so it was just the days activities that needed planned. The girls all decided that they were going to go shopping to get outfits for the night and the guys decided they’d go to the supermarket as there was no food or drink left in the house and then they were going to head to the gym. “I’m far too hungover to go to the gym, I’m just gonna chill by the pool.” Lando spoke up, you knew Lando hadn’t drank that much last night and that he rarely suffered hangovers even when he did drink lots so you were unsure as to why he didn’t want to hang out with the guys.

You had gone upstairs with the girls to get ready before heading to the shops. “Ugh I suddenly feel really rough, I think I might just stay in today and have a nap so I feel refreshed for tonight.” After they’d all asked multiple times if you wanted one of them to stay with you and you reassured them you’d be fine they set of on their day out. By the time you went downstairs the guys had all left too, leaving only yourself and Lando in the villa.

He was layed out on a lounger by the pool and you decided to pluck up the courage to go out and join him. You stood by his lounger and when he noticed you, you motioned him to move over so you could join him. He did as you wished and scooted over to one side. You lay down next to him on your side with him still laid on his back.

“Hi” you said coyly looking up at him through your lashes. “I thought you went out with the girls?” Lando asked not even turning to face you. “Didn’t feel like it, thought it would be more fun to stay here.” You told him a smirk spreading across your lips, you slowly started tracing shapes across his body absentmindedly.

“Why did you tell everyone nothing happened last night? Do you regret it?” Lando asked you shyly finally turning his head to look at you. “I don’t want them involved, it makes it less exciting.” You told him, it wasn’t a complete lie, but the main reason you didn’t want to tell anyone what happened was that you weren’t sure Lando felt the same way about you as you did him. “So you don’t regret it?” He asked you nerves evident as he awaited your answer “If I regretted it would I really have stayed here to be with you?”

Before he got the chance to answer your question you heard the sound of people in the villa and rushed to get up so you wouldn’t be caught. When you looked through the glass doors you saw that a few of the guys had returned from their trip out and were in the kitchen. You went in to see why they were back so soon, when you got inside they told you that they had forgotten something and after they quickly got what they’d forgotten they were headed back out. Once again leaving you and Lando alone.

As you turned around to once again join Lando outside you noticed that he’d already made his way in to meet you. “Hmm I guess the fear of getting caught at any minute does add an extra air of excitement to all of this.” He was now mirroring the smirk that you displayed earlier. You didn’t even notice that he had managed to close the gap between you both.

His hands came down to your thighs effortlessly lifting you onto the island counter on the centre of the kitchen. Instinctively your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer to you before your hands laced through his hair pulling him in for a kiss. The kiss was just as passionate as the night before, both of you basking in the fact you were back in each other’s arms, this time though being completely sober. Landos hands were toying with the strings of your bikini bottoms causing you to pull away “Lando, we can’t.” His brows furrowed as you stopped the kiss “I thought you wanted this?” He asked you, his eyes searching your face looking for the reason you stopped. “Trust me, I definitely do. But we can’t have sex on the kitchen counter, people eat here.” You said a giggle leaving your lips.

Without a second thought he pulled you off the counter spinning you round pushing your chest down onto the counter. “How’s this then?” He leaned into your ear hoping the new position would gain your approval. “I think this could work” you grounded your ass against his crotch letting him know how much you liked this new position. He started nipping and sucking your neck as you did so. His hands were back at your bikini bottoms untying the knots that held them together before swiftly pulling down his swimming trunks kicking them away, leaving you both bare. He grabbed his erect member bringing it to rub between your folds. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He groaned before easing himself into you. You moaned as he did so. He bottomed out allowing you to adjust to his size before setting a steady pace with his thrusts making sure he filled you full each time before dragging out to the tip and slamming back into you. You didn’t think it was possible but the satisfaction he was providing was even higher than the previous night. You’d never felt this at mercy during sex before. Usually you’d never let anyone else be in control but with Lando it was different, you’d let him do absolutely anything he wanted to you without complaint. You let the pleasure completely take over you as his thrusts were hitting the perfect place inside of you. He grabbed a fistful of your hair pulling you up so your back met his chest and he lifted one of your legs so it was propped up on the counter. The new angle allowed him to fill you even fuller than he was previously much to your amazement. Your head fell back onto his shoulder, the moans that were now spilling from your mouth only centimetres from his ear was enough to edge him closer and closer to his climax. He didn’t want to be the first one to reach his release though so he snaked a hand round your waist so he could rub circles into your clit. That was all it took for you to reach your release and in no time you were gushing around him. Unable to hold yourself up any longer you fell flat against the countertop once again as Lando continued to thrust into you a few more times before you felt his cum filling you.

For the rest of the afternoon you and Lando just chilled by the pool until the others came back and it was time to start getting ready for your nights out. You wore a blue marble print bodycon dress paired with strappy heels, you left your hair in natural waves matched with natural makeup. You were planning on pre drinking with the guys before you all headed out and as usual you were one of the last to finish getting ready. Once you’d organised yourself you went to head downstairs to join everyone else.

As you were walking down the hallway you passed Lando and he dragged you into his side and leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Fuck sake” He said breathily “I guess it’s a good thing we’re going on separate nights out tonight because I would not be able to keep my hands off of you in this dress.” He pulled you in for a deep kiss before breaking away. “Even though we’re on different nights out I better be the only guy your kissing tonight” He told you once again leaning into your ear before leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck lightly sucking and biting as he did. You were the first to pull away knowing some of the girls were still in the room not too far away getting ready and could join you in the hall at any minute. “Trust me you’re the only one I want to be kissing tonight, and I can’t wait till we’re back here and we can do more than a quick kiss.” You pecked his lips before brushing past him and making your way down to everyone else.

The night passed quickly not much longer after you’d joined the groups the taxis were ordered and you were headed to the clubs. You and your friends didn’t leave the dance floor all night having the time of your lives. You stayed until the club was shutting not even realising how long you’d been there as you were too wrapped up in enjoying the night with your friends. When you got back to your villa it was obvious the boys had gotten back before you before you even reached the front door as there was music blasting. As you entered you saw the living room filled with girls who you didn’t know, most of the single boys making the most of their holiday and bringing someone back with them. Panic started to fill your mind as you were worried Lando would have found someone else and decided to bring them back with him. As you looked around the room your fears were building as you couldn’t see him. You told the girls you were tired and going to go upstairs, not wanting to be around everyone as you felt like you could burst into tears at any moment. After about 10 minutes of being in your room you heard a knock at your door, as you turned round the door slowly opened and Lando allowed himself to enter. “I thought you’d brought someone back, I couldn’t find you.” You confessed to him. “No, I’d just gone to my room because I didn’t want to have to keep making excuses for why I didn’t want to get with anyone when the real reason is I only want to get with you.” He told you sitting down beside you. You could feel the blush creep up on your cheeks and the grin spread across your lips at his confession. You didn’t even know what to say to him so instead you just straddled his lap and pulled him into a deep kiss. The distant sound of music from downstairs made you lose your inhibitions knowing that everyone was too preoccupied for either you or Lando to cross their minds. Landos hands came down to your ass as you grinded against him, the feeling of the denim of his jeans rubbing against your clit through your thin panties caused a moan to escape your lips. His hands were kneading your ass helping set a rhythm for you to grind on him. You could feel him get harder under you as you did so. His hands came to the end of your dress which had already bunched around your hips and he pushed it up your body pulling it over your head before reattaching his lips to yours once again. You brought your hands down between the pair of you undoing his belt and his jeans. He slightly rose from the bed just enough to get his jeans and boxers off, keeping you in his lap holding you to him with one arm and never breaking the kiss. When he sat back down it didn’t take him long to flip you both over so he was on top. He pulled away looking your body up and down taking in the view that was his and only his. “These need to go.” He said slowly dragging your panties down your legs. As he did he lowered himself to his knees kneeling between your legs. He kissed up your thighs before reaching the place you wanted him most. “Lando.” His name fell from your mouth as you felt his breath over your most sensitive area. Your hands came down to intertwine in his hair as he brought his mouth to you. Licking between your folds, a groan leaving his mouth at the wetness you had developed due to him, at the same time a moan left your lips at the pleasure he was providing you. His lips coming up to your clit giving it a kiss before sucking on it. He brought his hand up running his fingers through your folds before inserting his middle finger in curling it to hit the perfect spot inside of you repeatedly before inserting another finger and another. By this point you were a moaning mess underneath him, almost at your breaking point. Not wanting to reach your release without giving him the same pleasure you were experiencing you tugged at his hair pulling him up your body. Connecting your lips briefly.

“I need you in me now, I’m already so close.” Your voice barely audible your breath still short from his fingers continuously thrusting into you. He brought his fingers out of you spreading your cum over his member before bringing his fingers up and sucking them clean keeping eye contact with you as he did so. You didn’t think it was possible to get any more turned on than you already were however the sight of that had you clenching around the air, reminding you that you were now empty of him. You brought your hand down to drag him through your folds lining him up to your entrance before allowing him to take the lead and thrust into you. Your head fell back exposing your neck on full display to him, he brought his lips to suck at the spot just under your ear. The pleasure his fingers had inside you earlier had nothing on the way you felt filled with his penis. It filled you perfectly and he knew just how to make you feel better than anyone else ever had. With every thrust you could have sworn he was getting deeper. You were dragging your nails down his back, expletives and moans dripping from both yours and Landos lips before he crashed his mouth on yours trying to silence you both as to not raise the attention of what was going on to anyone else. Although more than caring if anyone else knew what was happening, he more so didn’t want anyone hearing as he didn’t want anyone else getting the pleasure of hearing your moans which he believed should only be allowed to be heard by him and no one else.

“Cum for me baby.” He mumbled against your lips. You could feel him twitch inside you as your walls clenched him, milking him for all he had. You started to feel spurts of his warm cum filling you and you fell over the edge your climax taking over you fully. It only took a few more thrusts for him to completely release his load inside you. He continued sloppily thrusting as you both rode out your highs before he pulled out of you. Collapsing on the bed beside you his head falling to stare at you taking in all of your beauty and basking in the moment you’d both just shared, the biggest smile spread across his lips.

The next morning you woke before Lando, throwing on one of his T-shirt’s and heading downstairs to get a glass of water. You were surprised to spot people already up and by the pool. When they spotted you they gestured for you to join them outside. As you approached them Max gave you a strange look before speaking up. “Uhm, I think there’s something on your neck, you meet a special someone at the club last night?” Max asked you raising his eyebrows. “What are you on about, she was with us the whole night, let me see.” One of your friends said pushing Max away to get a closer look at your neck, right enough there was a very evident hickey at the top of your neck right under your ear. “When did you get that you didn’t have it yesterday, and you definitely didn’t get it at the club last night?” You couldn’t think of an excuse as everyone around you was starting to look over and question you about the mark, you just wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. “Ok, I had sex last night!” You blurted out, instantly regret filled you for letting them know. “It’s really not that big a deal, most of you lot had sex too” Everyone was in shock as they all knew you hadn’t brought anyone back to the villa with you. At that moment Lando walked outside to join you all. “What’s everyone staring at?” He questioned noticing everyone’s eyes on you. At that moment it was like a light went on in Max’s head as he remembered Lando was nowhere to be seen last night. “You left the party early last night mate, do anything exciting?” As he questioned everyone else started to work out what he was implying. After your confession of sex and Lando fumbling over his words it was pretty obvious what the pair of you had been up to. Instead of trying to deny it Lando just walked over to you before grabbing your thighs and picking you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist not caring about the looks you were getting from your friends as you ran your fingers through his hair pulling him in for a kiss giving everyone around you a show. ““Fuck sake, look at his back they definitely had a good night” Max shrieked out. Lando just held up his middle finger to everyone carrying you inside.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris smut #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 smut #f1 smut #f1 imagine

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thatshithurted8 · 3 years

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Could’ve Been

Summary: In which Jeff deals with the repercussions of not acting on his feelings towards reader.

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: angst, drinking and swear words.

You couldn’t help yourself, but to giggle while you made dinner for Jeff, Jonah and yourself. The sound of your laugh causes Jeff to look up from his barbers station and over to you, a smile appearing on his face at the sound of it.

“What’s so funny?”

“Just thinking about yours and Jonah’s bits.” You state. Jeff just finished filming a barbershop episode with Bryce Hall, but by now the crew and Bryce were long gone.

Jeff smiles to himself as he puts his multiple hair clippers away. Even though you told Jeff and Jonah from the beginning you didn’t want to be in any of the episodes you always found yourself being in them anyway. Whether that be you doing the boys hair for an episode to having your witty remarks and contagious laugh be heard in every video.

Little did you know though, there was a reason why you were such a consistent guest on the show. This reason being the developing feelings both Jeff and Jonah harbored for you. Despite both boys openly flirting with you in seemingly every episode you were in you still remained oblivious to their feelings. However, as time went on unbeknownst to either Jeff or Jonah you started to reciprocate feelings for Jeff. You loved Jonah, but he was more like a brother to you than anything.

As more episodes of you appearing in were published to YouTube it was clear to not only the fans, but to Jeff as well what was happening. Fans constantly pointed out that it was obvious there was a love triangle going on whether it be a bit or not. They concluded this from all of the clips of both boys openly flirting with you along with all of the longing stares they gave you. It made Jeff giddy to know you most likely felt the same way about him the way he felt about you, but he never acted on it. He couldn’t do that to Jonah especially with how obvious it was the boy was in love with you.

“What’re ya making?” Jeff asks walking into the kitchen and peering over your shoulder after finally cleaning up his station. Jonah looks up from his phone from his spot at the kitchen’s island and he can feel his stomach drop at the proximity of you two. He watches as you pick up the spoon you were using to stir and allowed Jeff to taste the homemade tomato sauce for the spaghetti you were making.

“Tastes like what my ma makes, maybe even better, but don’t let her know I said that.” Jeff compliments causing heat to rush to your face and ears as he smiles at your reaction. This seemingly wholesome interaction between you two gets cut short by Jonah coughing and standing up.

“I’m not feeling spaghetti tonight I’m gonna eat out instead.” He says pushing his chair in underneath the island before walking out of his apartment without saying another word.

You look over at Jeff confused, but he just looks down at the ground not knowing what to say while slowly moving away from you. Jeff knew why Jonah was upset. After all Jonah has told him many times he likes you and Jeff did go a little over board with the flirting with you in today’s episode.

“That was weird. What was that about?” You ask Jeff as he sits down at the island and pulls his phone out to text Jonah. Jonah loved your cooking and never missed an opportunity to have some.

Jeff shrugs his shoulders and puts his phone away. “He’s been stressed lately, I don’t know why.” He lies. “We should move up to my apartment he’s gonna probably want to be alone when he gets back.”

“Poor Jonah, I hope he can relax.” You pout while you turn off the stove to bring the food you were cooking up to Jeff’s. The brunette helps you, but can’t help but to feel guilty at your obliviousness. Jeff loved flirting with you after all his feelings for you were strong, but he felt bad for his best friend. It was obvious you didn’t reciprocate Jonah’s feelings let alone were you aware of them.

The two of you carefully maneuver up to Jeff’s apartment with kitchen towels underneath the hot pots so neither of you would burn yourselves. As you get back into the groove of cooking again Jeff turns his stereo on, the Beatles echoing throughout the apartment.

Ever since Jonah seemingly stormed off earlier Jeff has been acting kind of stand offish which you couldn’t help but to notice. However, as each Beatles track played he started to return back to his playful self and your laughs of encouragement egged him on to continue singing along horribly to the music.

After an intense performance of Jeff playing the air guitar and singing to Helter Skelter Come Together came on, making you squeal. That was your go to song for karaoke night. Jeff smiles at you as you grab a ladle and start to sing into it as if it was a microphone.

“He got hair down to his knees. He got to be a joker, he just do what he please.” You horribly sing out while slowly moving your hips back and forth while slowly making your way down to your knees in front of Jeff.

You continue your performance while Jeff tries his hardest to not let his mind wander due to the position you were in.

“One thing I can tell you, you just got to be free.” You sing getting up fast while shaking your head back and forth to the beat of the song. As you fully immerse yourself into your performance Jeff laughs at you with loving eyes, but he is interrupted from watching when his phone buzzes in his pocket.

It was a text from Jonah. “You know my feelings towards Y/N the least you can do is not flirt with her around me.”

Suddenly a wave of guilt washes over Jeff. The moment Jeff met you he could feel the spark between you two and just as he was about to tell Jonah how he was feeling about you he beat Jeff to it and started gushing about you the next time Jonah saw Jeff. This resulted in Jeff never opening up to his best friend to let him know he had feelings for you as well.

“What’s wrong?” You furrow your eyebrows while watching Jeff sit down at his dinning table with an upset facial expression.

Jeff quickly sends out an “I’m sorry” text to Jonah before putting his phone away and nervously running his fingers through his hair. “Nothin.”

Furrowing your eyebrows even more you put down the ladle and make your way over to Jeff, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders from behind. “Seriously what’s up?”

“Nothin Y/N.” Jeff says standing up abruptly and gently pushing you off of him, causing your heart to drop.

“Yea okay.” You sassily say back while returning to the stove to cook, the playful mood ruined. There was now an unwanted awkward tension in the air that both you and Jeff felt, but neither of you knew what to say.

Finally Jeff speaks up, not really wanting to say what he was about to, but he felt like he owed it to Jonah to. “Y/N I think you should give Jonah a shot.”

You slowly turn around from the stove to look at Jeff with a confused expression etched onto your face. “What?”

“You guys have so much in common and click well. You guys could be a solid couple.”

Your heart sank initially thinking Jeff didn’t reciprocate your feelings, but the way he was looking everywhere, but you while saying this had you thinking otherwise. “Where is this coming from?” You ask starting to connect the dots and stepping closer to Jeff who doesn’t move away this time.

He remains silent.

“Jeff? Does Jonah have feelings for me?”

Jeff simply nods his head yes as if it was hurting him to say that. He didn’t want you to find out this way. After all, it should be up to Jonah to tell you when he’s ready, but from what Jeff just said he had no choice to tell you.

You let out a sigh. This was not how things were supposed to happen. “I feel bad, but I don’t feel the same for him.” You say inching closer to Jeff. His heartbreaks for Jonah, but he can’t help but selfishly feel hopeful that he may get a chance with you.

“Do you know who I do have feelings for?” You ask placing your hand on Jeff’s chest while a spike of confidence flows through you. Jeff’s breath catches in his throat when you get closer to him, but he instinctively melts into your touch.

“Who Y/N?” He stutters out, nervous that you were going to say Todd or some shit. Jeff wasn’t typically a nervous person, but when it came to you and his strong feelings for you he was.

You roll your eyes at his obliviousness. “You for fuck’s sake. I thought it was obvious.”

A blush and smile washes over Jeff’s face as he looks down at you, but his smile quickly disappears when he remembers Jonah. Seeing his reaction makes you release an annoyed sigh. Although you were oblivious to Jonah’s feelings and sometimes got in your head about Jeff there was no denying he felt the same for you. You just knew he did.

“We can’t do this to Jonah.”

Rolling your eyes you move away from Jeff. The confidence that you had was now annoyance. From the moment you became friends with the two boys you learned that Jonah had a track record of seemingly liking every girl Jeff liked as well. Ultimately causing Jeff to step back so Jonah could have a shot. Yes, Jeff’s being a good friend, but you were sick and tired seeing Jeff’s happiness be put on the line for a guy who wouldn’t do the same for him.

“I know you feel what I feel. I’ve felt it the moment we met two years ago. For the love of everything good stop denying your feelings and finally own up to them for once! You have let Jonah stop you from being happy for so long now. Advocate for yourself Jeff, be selfish for once in your life cause I know you want this as much as I do!”

Jeff looks at you with wide eyes. He was happy that you finally confessed your feelings for him, but he didn’t see this outburst coming even though he knows every word you said was true.

“I can’t Jonah’s my best friend.”

You internally groan, getting even more agitated that Jeff wasn’t seeing what you were seeing. “I understand that, he’s my friend too, but given the opportunity he would push you to the side if that meant he had a shot. I’m not asking you to drop him. I’m asking you to allow yourself to be happy for once.” You say rolling your eyes before turning back to the food cooking on the stove that you seemingly abandoned.

The tension in the air was now thicker than before and Jeff felt awkward in his own apartment. A few minutes go by and he finally speaks up. “Y/N look at me.”

You look over at him with an unimpressed expression, but you notice how close he’s gotten to you. Jeff grabs your hand and starts to gently rub his thumb across the back of it. “You’re right. I do have feelings for you.” He says inching closer to you, causing your heart rate to speed up.

“Then act like it.” You say looking up into his beautiful brown eyes.

Without hesitating Jeff pulls you to his chest by your hand before smashing his lips against yours and caressing your cheek with his free hand. Automatically you kiss back, placing your hand on the nape of his neck while deepening the kiss.

You were the first to pull away, but you rest your forehead against his. “Wow.” That was probably the best kiss you’ve ever had.

Jeff’s cheeks were flushed red and you knew he felt the butterflies from the kiss as well. You two stare into each others eyes seemingly relishing in the moment before guilt begins to wash over Jeff’s face as he realizes what he just did.

“What?” You ask backing away concerned.

He sighs and scratches at his beard. “I want this as much as you do, but I can’t for Jonah’s sake.”

You close your eyes and let out a deep breathe at his words, trying your best to control your emotions. He just said the last thing you wanted to hear. Without saying another word you walk by the brunette and to the front door where you put on your shoes and grab your purse.

“Where are you goin?”

“I’m sorry Jeff, but I can’t be friends with you especially after that kiss. My feelings are just going to keep growing and there’s no point in torturing myself by being around you when I can’t be yours.” You simply state, hurt evident in your voice before opening the door and leaving Jeff’s apartment without another word.

As the door shuts the smoke alarm goes off signaling the food you were cooking was burning, which only made Jeff’s heartbroken mood worse.

“Oh my god Y/N is here! I haven’t seen her in so long!” Zane yells to Jeff over the music before rushing over to you who just arrived to Todd’s birthday party. Ever since that night 8 months ago in Jeff’s apartment you started to distance yourself from Jeff and Jonah along with the Vlog Squad since they were always with either boy. However, you weren’t going to miss Todd’s birthday for the world. After all he was one of your closest friends.

The moment Jeff’s eyes fall onto your frame while you greet the first few people you know his heart rate began to increase. You looked good. Hell even better than you did 8 months ago if that was possible.

You made your rounds through the party, saying hi and having conversations with your friends that you haven’t seen in almost a year while the music filled the large house. Although, it was Todd’s birthday you were hesitant to come. After all you knew Jonah was going to be there and more importantly Jeff as well. But today wasn’t about you it was about Todd. With that being said you decided to swallow your pride and show up for one of your best friends.

However, you tried your best to avoid Jonah and Jeff for the night. Which was working out fine until you ran into Jonah. You guys hugged and caught up and to your surprise Jonah introduces his girlfriend, Francesca to you. Of course you were happy for him, he deserved to be happy, but the two started dating two months after that night at Jeff’s. That meant if you stayed around you and Jeff could’ve been a couple. Yet, you couldn’t help, but to feel hurt. Surely Jeff would’ve jumped on the opportunity to make you his now that Jonah was off the market, but you haven’t heard from the Staten Island stud since a week after what happened. Clearly Jeff’s feelings towards you weren’t as strong as you thought.

As the night continues Jeff builds up enough confidence to approach you. So that’s what he did. Feeling a tap on your shoulder you turn around from your conversation with Todd and are shocked to see Jeff standing in front of you.

“Oh my gosh Jeff! It’s been so long!” You exclaim before pulling the brunette in for a hug, fighting off the awkward tension. This was seemingly a friendly hug, but as you were in his embrace all of the feelings you thought you didn’t feel anymore came rushing back. Jeff felt the same from the moment he saw you walk in. And the familiar but nostalgic smell of your perfume only amplified it.

“How’ve you been?” He asks pulling away, but laughing at your reaction. You didn’t realize how much you missed his laugh until now.

“I’ve been pretty busy with school, but still good. What about you?” Jeff was happy to hear that you were still in school. After months of Jeff convincing you to chase your dreams you finally applied to a university to become a physiotherapist and got in, putting your influencer career on the back burner. He was proud of you for not giving into your fears of having a late start in your degree and quitting.

“I’ve been good as well. The guys and I have been pumping out barbershop episodes basically every week now.” By now Todd was now gone, talking to his other guests.

Although, both of you were telling the truth of what has been up lately neither of you delved into the fact your minds would always wander back to each other. Especially late at night when neither of you could fall asleep.

“How are ya liking school?” Jeff asks stepping a bit closer for you to hear him due to the loud music.Just as you were about to answer his question you feel arms wrap around your waist and a kiss being placed on your cheek.

Justin. Not your boyfriend, but not your friend either.

“Hey baby sorry that I’m late.”

As Jeff watched the guy that looks a bit like him display affection to you a pang of jealously and hurt hits him. Clearly your feelings for him weren’t as strong as Jeff thought they were.

You mumble a “hi” back to Justin and discreetly push him off of you. Suddenly you were all too aware of who you were standing in front of with your rebound by your side.

“Who’s this?” Justin asks pointing at Jeff then looking at you.

“Justin this is Jeff, a friend I haven’t seen in a while.” Another pang of hurt hits Jeff at being friendzoned. “And Jeff this is Justin.”

Jeff swallows the lump in his throat and cuts directly to the chase. “So are you guys a couple?”

You almost choke on your drink at Jeff’s boldness, but Justin answers his question before you could cough out a reply. “Nah, not yet man. Y/N wants to take things slow. Something about not wanting to get her hopes up if things turn sour.” Justin laughs.

Jeff looks at you knowing exactly why you want to take things slow with this guy. You didn’t want to be let down the way you did with Jeff. It was obvious you were still hurt and Jeff’s suspicions of that were proven by your avoidance from his analytical gaze.

An awkward silence falls upon you guys, but Justin doesn’t seem to acknowledge it as he was vibing out to the music. You and Jeff exchange awkward looks while you anxiously bite on the rim of your solo cup.

Just as you were to speak up to bid goodbye to Jeff and get away from the tension Erin comes running up to you. “Y/N it’s our song!” She yells, clearly intoxicated. Before you could protest what was about to happen she drags you over to an open spot in the crowded house to dance to Britney Spears, Toxic. Ultimately leaving Justin and Jeff alone.

As you danced to one of your favourite songs you were grateful that Erin pulled you away because your mind was starting to drift away from Jeff and the way his presence made you feel. The next thing you know the song was over, but you continued to dance with Erin to five other songs while Zane supplied shots for you two.

While each song passed you were oblivious to Jeff’s eyes on you. Justin was talking his ear off about the mixtape he was working on and quite frankly Jeff couldn’t give less of a shit. Every time Justin asked him a question Jeff would simply respond with vague answers, trying his best to suppress his emotions.

Seeing you after all of these months apart it made Jeff realize just how much he missed you. There was no denying he missed you from the moment you walked out of his apartment, but ever since then he tried his best to distract himself with creating. And it was working, but that was until now.

You continued to let loose occasionally glancing over to Jeff’s direction without realizing what you were doing. It wasn’t until you felt arms wrap around your waist that your dance moves come to a stop. You quickly turn around and smile while stumbling into Justin’s arms.

“Hey baby.” You say while wrapping your arms around Justin’s neck while continuing to sway to the music, the alcohol you drank flooding throughout your blood.

“I’m going to get a drink do you want anything?”

You simply nod your head as Mariah walks over to catch up with you and Justin walks away to find the kitchen. Your conversation with Mariah was going great until you felt someone place their hands on the small of your back.

“Excuse me.”

You turn to look and see the person was Jeff walking past you. He makes eye contact with you and you could’ve sworn time stopped in that moment, making you automatically sober up. His eyes were full of longing as well as hurt. Jeff doesn’t stop to talk to you. Instead he keeps on moving through the crowd of people to leave, your eyes yearning after him.

Your focus on the brunette is ultimately broken when Justin hands you a beer. You shake your head and turn back to your conversation with Mariah and introduce Justin to her. As you do this you miss Jeff turning to look back at you one last time, his heart breaking even more as he watches you grasp onto Justin’s arm while laughing loudly.

As he walks out of the party Jeff’s mind wanders to what you two could’ve been ultimately hurting himself more at the thought.

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Logic Still Needs Comfort

A fic for @im-a-creepy-cookie as a part of @sanderssidesgiftxchange! I did your touch-starved Logan prompt!

Warnings: detailed sensory issues, joking mention of death

Logan disliked being touched.

It had been known for years. They all knew it. Surprise hugs or claps on the shoulder startled him unpleasantly and even made him upset sometimes. Touching his hand to get his attention made him jump and frown. He himself had compared the experience to having a bug or an animal suddenly landing on him.

And so Roman and Patton learned not to touch him aside from the occasional celebratory high-five. Which was fine. Everyone was fine, and happy.

And then came Virgil. And accepting anxiety as a valuable part of Thomas. Which changed things.

••^*^••

“Hey, um… L?”

Logan turned to see Virgil fidgeting but staring at him with an intent look. “Yes?”

“So, um, well you know I told you how Remus is practically a leech, and there wasn’t any getting away from it, but I’m not saying Patton isn’t great! But just Roman is… Roman, and just, but Patton really is great but I kinda don’t want to get turned into a teddy bear, and you’re all calm, and I’m, well, I’m sort of missing the calm and….” Virgil looked down and huffed out an annoyed sigh. “Oh, this is gonna come out awkward any way I say it. Can I sit next to you? I just wanna play on my phone and maybe stick my legs over your lap or something.”

Logan cocked his head to the side just slightly. “You wish to stick your legs over my lap while sitting next to me? That seems like it would involve terrible posture.”

Virgil gave a little breath of a laugh. “Any way I sit involves bad posture.”

“Actually, occasionally when you sit you replicate what is sometimes called the ‘primal squat’ which is reported to be excellent for your posture.”

Virgil gave him a lopsided grin. “Ok, you got me there. Maybe. But anyway, would you mind? It’s totally fine if you don’t want to, I’ll head back to my room.”

Logan considered it carefully. It was true that he did not enjoy touch. But this seemed as if it would be relatively calm, and would not require much, if any, reciprocation on his part. “I do not ‘mind’,” he said, utilizing Virgil’s turn of phrase.

He was currently standing, reading a book he had taken from the bookshelf he was standing in front of, and had not yet decided whether to stay with this book or choose another. He quickly pulled out the other two he’d been considering, and tucked all three books under his arm before seating himself on a couch.

It was a pleasant place, the memory library. Calm and quiet, with almost a heaviness to the air that Logan found enjoyable in a way. It was also rather dim, however, at least in this area, where the memories were older, and Logan found it necessary to summon a side table with a lamp on it so that he would have suitable light for reading.

He’d momentarily forgotten about Virgil until the couch cushion dipped beside him. Virgil pulled off his shoes and glanced at Logan.

“You really don’t mind? I mean, I know it’s kind of invasive to your space. You don’t have to say yes.”

Logan nodded. “I am not opposed.”

Virgil very tentatively put one foot up on Logan’s lap, leaning back against the arm of the couch. Logan felt again that sudden unpleasant ‘something touching me’ feeling, but it passed surprisingly quickly, and by the time Virgil had fully settled himself, laying on his back with his knees up over Logan’s lap and his feet on the other side of Logan, the feeling was gone entirely.

Logan propped his book against Virgil’s knees and began to read.

He was a little surprised, when Patton called for dinner, to find that they had been there for close to two hours, and that the unpleasant feeling had never returned. Instead he was feeling warm, and comfortable, more than he had in quite a while. He attributed this to the couch. And perhaps the warmth was a slight raising of Thomas’s core temperature, due to stress at having Anxiety so close to the old memories. Perhaps they ought to have sat down somewhere a little further away.

Regardless, he was about to comment, as they got up, at how pleasant the experience had been. Except that as soon as they both stood up, he found he was suddenly and extremely unpleasantly cold. This alarmed him, and he left without discussing anything with Virgil, concerned that the warmth and sudden cold was a sign of sickness, perhaps only his own but perhaps a symptom that Thomas was sick as well.

He went straight to the miniature control center he’d set up in one corner of his room, pulling up all of Thomas’s vital signs as well as a recording of where he’d gone that day. But everything was normal.

The cold seemed to be fading somewhat, though it was leaving a concerning ache behind. And it seemed to be concentrated on his thighs and forearms, of all places.

Logan looked through his list of sicknesses, sensible and nonsensical, that he had somehow contracted over his life, and found nothing similar. Still, this must be a sickness of some kind. Most likely a nonsensical one, as he hadn’t noted similar symptoms before. Perhaps he would discover some absurd idiom Thomas had latched onto that was causing him to experience physical repercussions. Something similar to ‘brain freeze’ perhaps.

A soft knock at his door caught Logan’s attention.

“Yes?”

“Logan?” Patton’s voice asked. “Are you alright? Virgil told me what happened. He didn’t realize how much you don’t like being touched, and I think he’d like to apologize, but he’s really worried that you’re upset with him.”

“What—“ Logan had left rather abruptly, and without expressing to Virgil that he’d enjoyed their encounter. It was very possible, with Virgil’s anxiety, that he had misinterpreted Logan’s abrupt departure. “Ah. I see.” He waved a hand to open his door. “I am not in the least upset at Virgil. There seems to be a misunderstanding.”

“Oh, good.” Patton said, concern all over his face. “But you should probably tell Virgil that, and there’s some dinner saved for you yet.”

Logan nodded, the ache in his forearms and thighs rather distracting. “Thank you, Patton.” And then it hit him. If it really were an odd turn of phrase Thomas had attached to, Patton would certainly know it. “Have you happened to notice any interesting phrases recently?”

Patton frowned in confusion, indicating that Logan had changed the subject too rapidly for Patton to keep up. But then he grinned a little. “So today, I saw a baguette in a cage at the zoo!”

And then it was Logan’s turn to be confused for a moment, before he realized. “Ah, I didn’t mean a joke-“

“It was bread in captivity!” Patton smiled brightly, nearly laughing at his own joke.

“Yes, thank you, Patton,” Logan said, allowing the tiniest bit of an amused smile to show.

Even that slight encouragement made Patton beam. “Well, I told Roman that I would watch Disney with him tonight, so I’ll have to go, but don’t forget to talk with Virgil before you eat, and don’t forget to eat either!”

“I won’t forget,” Logan promised, a softer smile showing.

But as soon as Patton left he clapped a hand over his mouth. Why was he so… easily swayed? He prided himself on keeping a straight face, and yet now he’d smiled at Patton’s pun! What was wrong with him?

And now, with Patton leaving the room, it was as if the heat had been sapped. He was again very uncomfortable, aching and cold and he didn’t understand why. Was he perhaps experiencing some strange and extreme form of separation anxiety? It had set in both times as another side had left, though in different ways. But he didn’t feel anxious.

It was all incredibly strange.

But it seemed that Virgil was under a rather upsetting misconception. It could wait. He would speak with Virgil first and then look into this strange sickness further.

Logan crossed the hallway to knock on Virgil’s door.

The door opened almost immediately, Virgil looking as though he’d been waiting on someone to knock, and that Logan had not been the one he’d been expecting, based on the wide eyes and generally startled appearance.

“L, I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have asked if I’d known, I wouldn’t have wanted to make you uncomfortable—“

“Virgil, I assure you, I was perfectly comfortable. I would have expressed discomfort if I needed to.”

Virgil blinked, and the deep black of his eyeshadow faded somewhat. “You aren’t mad?”

“Not at all. I enjoyed the calm company you provided. I left abruptly upon discovering symptoms that indicate possible sickness.”

“Oh.” Virgil was silent a moment, gaze flickering away from Logan as he processed. “Wait, sick? Who’s sick?”

“I may be, though it is odd, and perhaps not a sickness at all.”

“Well, what is it? What’s going on? Are you ok? Is it contagious?”

“I do not know. I am experiencing a strange cold, and aching.”

Virgil’s eyebrows creased in concern. “That doesn’t sound good.”

Logan nodded seriously. “That is why I left, trying to discover what it could be.”

Virgil nodded in an encouraging, ‘go on’ kind of way.

“I haven’t found anything yet, but Patton informed me of the misunderstanding between us and reminded me to eat dinner. I intend to do more research afterwards.”

Virgil nodded. “I could rubber duck for you, if you want. Maybe I could help a bit.”

Logan stared, trying to remember what the phrase was meant to convey before revealing his confusion. He was certain he had it on a flash card somewhere, but he’d left them in his room.

Virgil rather obviously quashed an amused smile. “You tell me what happened, and then we see if we can figure it out together. Repeating the details can help you connect them better sometimes.”

“Ah. Yes. That does seem useful. Thank you.”

Virgil gave him a lopsided grin, pulling up his hood and closing his door behind himself. “So when did you first notice the symptoms?”

Logan explained his symptoms and research to Virgil as they went downstairs and sat down at the table.

“And I still have very little of an idea of why,” Logan admitted. “I believe it possible that it’s another of those idioms that we sometimes experience physically.”

Virgil nodded very slowly. “I actually… might have an idea. I have an experiment I’d like to try, but if I explain it fully it’ll bias you and it probably won’t work.”

“Go ahead,” Logan said, opening the Tupperware container of spaghetti. “What is your experiment?”

Virgil reached one hand across the table. “While you’re eating, give me one hand.”

Logan considered, reaching out to hold Virgil’s hand. “Does this have something to do with checking pulse? You would be able to do that more easily with my wrist than my hand.”

Virgil shook his head. “Just eat, and when you’re done we’ll see how it goes.”

Logan frowned slightly. “Do you believe this has something to do with how recently I’ve eaten? Or that it could be influenced by the focus needed to do something with only one hand?”

Virgil chuckled. “I’ll explain once you’ve eaten.”

Logan was far too curious to wait patiently, and ate quickly, pushing away a not-quite empty container. “What is it?”

“Are you feeling warm again?”

Logan took a moment to assess, and realized that yes. He was feeling warmer. The ache as well was completely gone. “I am. Is it the food?”

Virgil offered a rather sad smile. “Alright, now let go of my hand and tell me what you feel then.”

Logan let go, and almost immediately the cold rushed back. He frowned. “But why? Why do I suddenly seem to have my physical temperature tied to the proximity of you and the other sides?”

His hand ached, and he held Virgil’s again, relieved, but utterly confused when the unpleasant feelings faded.

“I’ve had something like this,” Virgil said. “But not quite the same as yours, based on what Patton was saying. I think you’re probably touch starved.”

Logan considered this silently.

“But I don’t like being touched.”

Virgil gave his hand a slight squeeze. “You don’t seem to mind this.”

Logan nodded, very slowly. “You’re right. I… I don’t mind this at all.”

“I think we should talk to the others,” Virgil suggested.

Logan nodded slowly. “I suppose so.”

••^*^••

“You’re what?!” Patton practically wailed, throwing himself at Logan in a hug.

Immediately Logan felt like he wanted to crawl out his skin. This was miserable. In no way what he wanted. It didn’t feel right at all. It was like a whole hive of insects were buzzing just below his skin.

He pushed Patton off of him, more roughly than he would have intended. “Get off!”

Patton stopped immediately, staring in confusion and hurt.

Logan couldn’t handle it. He was freezing, and his skin was crawling, and his mind seemed filled with static. It was terrible. He just couldn’t.

He barely understood the words directed at him from the other sides as he sank out.

He locked his door and shuddered, hands repeatedly making and releasing fists. He shuddered again, trying to dislodge the crawling feeling. It didn’t leave.

He’d been right, he didn’t like touch. Not at all.

He got into the shower, running the water hot and scrubbing the disgusting feeling away. It helped warm him up as well, which felt way better. He bundled into his bed, pulling the weighted blanket that had been a gift from Virgil over himself.

A while later, finally calm and comfortable, he conjured a note to stick on the door.

I am not upset, but please leave me alone.

••^*^••

Logan spent the next several days figuratively buried in research. He investigated touch starvation as well as touch aversion, and a host of other possible clues to his situation.

He also gradually became more uncomfortable, holed up in his room.

He came to the conclusion that he did, in fact, have a kind of touch starvation, awakened to a roaring hunger by that pleasant afternoon sitting with Virgil.

But he also certainly had an aversion to being touched in certain ways. And he suspected, looking into it more, that surprise was a large factor, as well as the amount of him that was being touched, and perhaps the way in which he was touched.

He was basing this largely on his own reactions to Virgil’s method of touching, as compared to Patton’s or Roman’s, since he highly doubted that it was something inherent in them that he was averse to.

Finally his findings were all put together into one detailed, though as of yet hypothetical, presentation. Armed with this, and a determination not to touch anyone until he’d presented his findings, he opened the door to his room.

As he’d suspected, there was something attached to his door that made a noise as it was opened, and he was soon nearly mobbed with the other sides. They didn’t touch, or come too near, or say anything, but all came very quickly to stare at him, worry in every gaze.

He raised his folder. “I have a presentation. Please gather in the living room.”

It didn’t take long. Not at all.

Logan opened the folder and set it on top of the tv, so that the images could be seen.

“I believe Virgil was correct in suggesting that I have a degree of touch starvation.” He flipped through a few pages, supporting this statement with both facts and personal experiences.

He paused. This was the part that was likely to hurt feelings. Even he knew it, and he wasn’t usually adept at understanding feelings. But it was necessary.

“However, in satisfying this hunger, I will need to be ‘picky’. I have boundaries outlined in this section, and I need to keep them rigidly. This will mean that I will not be open to surprise touch, and likely not to hugs either. I would like to have support from each of you, support in accordance with what I’m capable of handling.”

“Absolutely, Logan,” Patton said. “I’d really like to be able to help you in the right way.”

Both Roman and Virgil nodded very solemnly and enthusiastically.

Logan smiled, more moved by this expression of support than he’d expected to be. “Thank you, Patton. And thank you two as well. I will be very much in need of your assistance.”

He cleared his throat, more in an attempt to gather himself together than any really obstruction. “I’ve laid out a number of methods of touch that I believe would be helpful to me, and arranged them by likelihood of success, and also divided by which I believe each of you would be more inclined to enjoy yourselves.”

••^*^••

Logan was seated on his bed, organizing and updating his flashcards, when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in.”

“Hey,” Roman said, peeking in rather shyly. “Um, can we try one of those things now? I brought something to do.”

Logan considered, a slight curl of worry in his stomach. “Yes. I believe now would be a good time.”

Roman fully entered the room. “So I can sit behind you, and do my thing, and I won’t bother you while you do yours.”

Logan smiled slightly. “That sounds pleasant.”

Roman grinned, a bit of pride evident in his expression. He sat behind Logan on the bed, facing away from him, and leaned back slightly, so that they were each leaning against the other.

For about thirty seconds, Logan was uncomfortable, but gradually, warmth spread out through his body, and his mind was able to return its focus to his flashcards, and soon he found he was quite comfortable.

“Hey, specs, what do you call a little tiny shovel? Like the ones for kids. Or I guess not for kids, or not all the time.”

“That would be called a trowel, though perhaps a more recognizable, less correct term would be a spade.”

“Thanks!”

Logan could hear the smile in Roman’s voice, and smiled himself. This was genuinely pleasant.

Even after he had finished with his flashcards, Logan didn’t move. He just soaked in the wonderful warmth, answering whatever questions Roman had, and occasionally listening as Roman gushed about a particular sentence or paragraph he was especially proud of writing.

••^*^••

Logan walked beside Patton, enjoying the false nature of the imagination. He was familiar with much of the flora and fauna, even a decent portion of those entirely invented within Thomas’s mind. And Patton seemed to enjoy Logan’s rambling as much as Logan enjoyed the rambling.

A hand bumped gently against his, and Logan hesitated a moment, before linking his pinky finger with Patton’s.

Patton’s smile grew even brighter. “And you were saying the seeds of that tree are special? What kind of special are they?”

Logan smiled proudly, launching into an explanation. Patton swung their hands back and forth gently as they walked, and Logan felt something within him fill up. He felt pleasantly full, as if there was a cup inside him that had been long empty, and was now trickling over the rim, full enough to even spill.

••^*^••

Logan and Virgil laid out on the roof, looking up at the night sky. They were side by side, with Logan’s left leg tangled up with Virgil’s right.

It was calm. And warm. And peaceful.

In a reverse of the usual pattern, Virgil was the one telling the myth, this time of people who had lifted up the sky.

Logan felt himself drifting off, more comfortable than he could remember being in a very long time. He was figuratively floating on soft, warm clouds. Drifting into a summer night. He was safe, and content. Comfortable.

••^*^••

“Patton,” Logan said slowly.

“Hmm?”

“I would like to attempt a hug.”

Patton turned all his attention to Logan. “You sure?”

Logan nodded. “Yes. Just— slowly. And gently.”

Patton nodded solemnly, reaching his arms out.

Logan slowly leaned into the embrace, and Patton gently wrapped his arms around him.

And it wasn’t bad.

Logan hugged Patton, squeezing lightly before letting go. “Thank you.”

Patton’s eyes were all shimmery, and his smile wobbled. “You’re welcome, Logan!”

••^*^••

The door burst open dramatically and Roman ran in, flopping over the arm of the couch and letting out an even more dramatic groan. Then he peeked his eyes open, and moved to just as dramatically flop onto Logan’s lap.

“I fought dragons.” He announced, his voice a whisper as if he were inches away from death.

Logan, for once, was hit with a burst of mischievousness, and patted Roman’s face in an intentionally awkward way. “I will be sure to mention it at your funeral. I’m sure you’ve written an extensive ballad, and I’ll force Virgil to sing it in your honor.”

Roman had a sudden grin before resuming his ‘dying of exhaustion and probably wounds’ act. “Make sure you do,” he croaked out. “And have Patton put flowers in my casket.”

“Of course.”

Roman went limp, closing his eyes and sticking his tongue out.

“Patton!” Logan called. “We’re going to have to put on a funeral.”

“A what?!”

••^*^••

Logan leaned against Virgil’s side, his empty cup of coffee set beside him, as the second movie began to wrap up.

“If they start another movie, you can lay in my lap and go to sleep,” Virgil offered quietly.

Logan, who despite the coffee was beginning to nod, hummed an affirmative.

He was woken up a good deal later by a lack of sound, and found that they’d just finished what might have been the third, but could’ve been the fourth or fifth movie of the night. He was laying on a pillow in Virgil’s lap, and his legs were up in Roman’s lap. And judging by Patton’s smile, pictures had been taken.

“We’re finishing up now,” Patton whispered. “And setting up to sleep out here. Do you want to stay in here or go to your own room?”

Logan yawned. “It will be far better for my posture to go to my own room… but if you were to turn on a sound machine… I would not be opposed to remaining here.”

Soon, something between white noise and rain lulled him back to sleep.

••^*^••

They all found a marked improvement, both in Logan’s mood and even in Thomas’s clarity of mind, as they continued experimenting with touch.

It was discovered that Roman, while not starved, was also touch-hungry, and was practically a giant dog in that he would accept any and all kinds of petting.

And as Logan regulated, he found he was even more ready to give touch than to receive it. Roman flopping onto him after ‘terrible and glorious battles’ became a regular occurrence, often ending with Roman falling asleep, Logan gently scritching at his scalp.

Walks with Patton became something they both greatly enjoyed and looked forward to. Sometimes they could only link pinkies, sometimes holding hands, sometimes even walking arm in arm.

And Virgil was always ready to do something of his own near Logan, a limb draped over him or pressed up against him.

Logan found himself repeatedly thinking back to that one afternoon in the memory library, incredibly grateful that Virgil had asked, and that he had said yes. He could see so much in his life that was better now.

And he was really, truly happy.

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