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whumpzone · 3 years
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Tomas and Rowe - Part 16
in which everyone has a bad time. except kasia. he's having fun
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CW: pet whump, dehumanisation, force feeding, stress positions, references to mouth whump and burns
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Rowe took to repeating the affirmations every day, whispering them past the newly empty gaps in his gums. When he did them, he could forget for a little while that he was going to die in his cell. At least he could die as something. He wouldn’t let Kasia turn him into an empty husk.
I have worth.
I don’t deserve pain.
I’m a person.
He was careful, of course, to lock them away when Kasia visited. He tried not to associate them with pain; he said them every day when he woke up, not when he was freshly hurting. He didn’t want to ever, ever, say them in front of Kasia.
He knew if he did it would just get him another beating, but they were his. They were precious. They were a relic of Master that Kasia couldn’t corrupt.
He just had to keep his stupid mouth shut when it mattered.
For the first time since his arrival here, Rowe spent a whole day alone. The hours ticked by as he started to see shapes in the floor, and wondered if Kasia would ever return. Was this it? Had he got bored already? Would Rowe be left to die and rot after less than a week, his capture so recent he could still feel Master’s hands in his?
In reality it only meant that when Kasia did come back the next day, Rowe despised himself for the brief flash of relief. The man he was at the mercy of had returned to torture him another day.
Kasia had brought more chains, and restraints, always in his duffle bag, and Rowe had quickly learnt to shrink away at the mere sight of it. Rowe stayed curled up on the floor as he entered, eyeing him like a kicked dog.
“Did you miss me, pup?”
“Please,” he replied hoarsely. “Please give me f-food. Please.”
Rowe would never have dared beg with his first Master. But he had always known that he would be fed, eventually, once he had learnt his lesson. And of course, he’d never needed to beg Master Tomas. But here, there weren’t any rules. Nothing was guaranteed. So fuck it, he might as well try to prolong his life.
“Today’s your lucky day. I actually brought something. You’ll have to earn it, though. No getting on my fucking nerves, yeah?”
You’re the one who chooses to come here, Rowe thought despairingly.
“Okay, okay, just please-“
“Didn’t you just hear me?” Kasia kicked him in the stomach and Rowe moaned. He nodded, wincing as the burns on his neck pressed together.
“Arms up, come on.”
. . .
Tomas had made it from the shower to the downstairs sofa, and he was content with that. Not proud, no, proud would imply he was happy with himself in some way, but at least he wasn’t completely catatonic today. Luca had texted saying to answer the door if it rang, and a part of Tomas still wanted to impress him, despite it all. So he had showered and brushed the last of the blood from his hair. God, how many days had it been?
A small movement on the floor caught his eye. A spider, out of reach, too far to feasibly get him. He felt acutely aware of his own apathy then, as instead of shrieking or running away, he just stared.
The chance of the spider hurting him was practically zero. And yet he was still afraid. Afraid of it crawling over his skin, afraid that it might come near him in the night when he was asleep and vulnerable, and although he knew deep down that it wouldn’t, there was always the possibility of it deciding to run up his leg at any given moment. Even being near it made him afraid.
He thought of Rowe. He felt like he understood something. He sighed.
Luca arrived not half an hour later, banging on the door and shouting for Tomas as if nothing was wrong.
“Hey! It’s me- don’t leave me outside on this cold night. I’m only an orphan boy.”
Tomas pulled the door open. He couldn’t smile, but seeing Luca felt like the weight in his stomach was lifted slightly.
“It’s not cold. And you’re not an orphan.”
“I am happy to see you, though,” Luca said calmly. He was holding a basket, its contents hidden under a teatowel. “I brought you a pull-yourself-together hamper. Some ready meals, dry shampoo, fruit, and stuff. And the teatowel. ‘Cause why not.”
Already Tomas could feel Luca’s warmth seeping into him. He put a hand over his mouth and nodded. “Than- thanks, thank you, you know you don’t owe me anything-“
“I know, handsome lad. But the thought of Rowe being kidnapped is- god, it’s awful. Don’t worry, I’m here of my own free will. Sometimes you just need someone else in the house.”
Tomas let him inside, feeling guilty about the mess, then feeling guilty because he was the one who allowed it to accumulate.
“Let’s open a window,” Luca suggested, and Tomas sloped over. “Want me to get that spider?”
He shook his head, trying uselessly to hide his face. “It’s fine, it’s fine, you can let it stay, I’m sorry I don’t know why I’m-“
His own voice cracking cut him off but he pressed on.
“I’m fine, I really am.”
“You’re not. It’s okay.”
“Just- how- how the fuck did I let this happen. How did I not, I mean, I trusted him this whole- whole time and now it’s all gone wrong and-“
He sat heavily on the floor, leaning his face into the side of the sofa, not blinking, not seeing. He breathed out and time seemed to slow.
Luca’s hand rested on his shoulder, a gentle pressure to his fingers.
“What’s done is done. You can’t help Rowe by falling apart, and you definitely can’t help yourself like that either. It’s, ah, it’s hard. It’s really hard. But you can collapse and cry and disintegrate when Rowe is back, I promise. Do you know where Kasia lives?”
Tomas nodded. “I haven’t even thought about that. I can’t believe myself.”
“Hey, no falling apart okay?” Luca’s tone was firm, and it made Tomas pull his head up, to look at him. His hair, braided in two chunky plaits, hung asymmetrically, one past his collarbone and one down his back. His eyeliner was winged like the letter V, drawn out in a point that came sharply back over his eyelid. Pretty. “That’s good to know, though. You could catch him on his way in or out, try to strike up a deal, I don’t know. I’ve not exactly had any experience with kidnappings either.”
“Yeah, it’s fucking stupid isn’t it. This whole situation is stupid. Fuck.”
Luca just looked at him, a sad smile ghosting over his face.
“I just can’t stop thinking about all the things that might be happening,” Tomas confessed. “He’s unhinged, he really is. He’s sick. And he’s got Rowe and the police don’t care, no one cares.”
“I care. You care.”
Tomas didn’t reply and the words hung over them. Two people caring wasn’t much. But, he supposed, it was better than nothing.
. . .
Rowe’s arms would dislocate, they would they absolutely would, Kasia was setting him up to dislocate both his god damn shoulders or arms or whatever. Rowe could hardly tell where the pain was located, it felt like it was everywhere, burning through his like a fire burns a taut string.
The food- dog food, but still edible, still something- sat before him, emptied on the floor, and from where Rowe knelt he should’ve been able to lean and eat easily. But Kasia had his arms bound and tied to the bars of the cage door, pulling them back and turning any movement into agony. Not only was he bent out of shape, but the burns along his shoulders were irritated awfully. He was sure his skin would burst open any second.
It had been twenty minutes at most, and already he was exhausted. Sweat rolled down him, dripping off his nose. He could hardly breathe.
Kasia’s heavy boot pressed down on the crown of his head, and his moan quickly became a scream of pain.
“No, no please!”
“I thought you were hungry. I’m helping.”
The pressure doubled, forcing Rowe’s face closer to the dog food, until he was close enough to open his mouth and take a bite. Disgust flooded him, and it only increased when he chewed. He swallowed past the collar, his throat pressing uncomfortably against it, and oh god, it felt so good, it was food in his belly, he was thankful for it despite everything. Kasia seemed satisfied and released his boot, sending Rowe’s head springing back to relieve the pressure on his shoulders. The skin near his burns had ripped and were bleeding, but nothing was dislocated.
“You’re definitely still hungry. How about another bite?”
Before Rowe could speak, Kasia had grabbed a fistful of hair, shoving him down, the sudden pull on his arms a thousand times worse than before, worse than anything, the pain was clouding his mind and he couldn’t think of anything but the barest, most built-in responses.
He screamed.
Spit flew from his mouth. Kasia kept pressing, his fingers curling tighter together, and the burning on Rowe’s scalp joined the rest of his body. His fingers were surely purple with how hard Kasia had tied them. Rowe had lost all feeling beyond his wrists.
“Please!”
Kasia ignored him.
“Please, st-stop, please M-M-Master Tomas help me-“
“He’s not fucking coming you stupid dog,” Kasia growled and pulled Rowe’s face all the way down, cracking his chin against the concrete, a deep shooting pain through his face and remaining teeth. He moaned. More skin tore along his shoulders. “No one’s coming to save you.”
A kick sent him lurching to the side, twisting his body until he was sprawled with his back to the floor, staring up at his bound hands, which were a mixture of blue and purple and were not moving at all.
He turned his head to see Kasia grabbing a fistful of the dog food from the floor and stepping over him.
“Mouth open.” Rowe complied and Kasia smiled mockingly. “Good boy.”
The dog food was shoved in, packing against the walls of his mouth, Kasia’s fingers prodding his gums, and it took everything not to vomit. His stomach heaved but nothing came. All he could do was be a good boy, and eat.
“Tomas isn’t your Master. He’s not coming.”
Present tense, thought Rowe as his eyes watered from the taste. He’s not dead.
. . .
Tomas couldn’t stop his legs from shaking as he stood on Kasia’s street, his hands tucked under his armpits for warmth. Yeah, the shaking was definitely just from the cold. Sure.
By the time Kasia appeared, it was night. He stalked down the street, stumbling slightly, and Tomas realised he was drunk. If he hadn’t had a reason to be there, he would have walked away right now, and fast.
When Kasia got close enough, Tomas stepped out of the shadows, forcing Kasia to stop and fix him with a glare.
“Give him back.”
“Or what?” he asked flatly, as if this meeting was no surprise. “Hah, you look like shit Tomas.”
“Give him fucking back, what do you want for him, money? You’re torturing a human being you sick fuck.”
“I’m having some fun with a Pet,” Kasia smiled. “And if you start whining like this I will just kill him.”
Tomas stiffened. “You wouldn’t.”
“You so sure about that?”
“Let him go.”
“No,” Kasia pushed him once and Tomas stumbled back, hitting a wall. He blinked and Kasia’s face was pressed up in front of his. He stank of booze and cigarettes. “Fuck off or I’ll kill him. I’ll hurt him worse to make up for this, too.”
“No, fuck no just leave him fucking alone-“
Kasia swung once, but mercifully something made him miss. Carelessness, the alcohol, perhaps just the assumption that Tomas was too pathetic to move out of the way. His fist cracked against the wall and as he shouted in pain Tomas considered kicking him between the legs, spitting on him, whatever. But Rowe’s life was at stake so, like the coward he was, he ran into the night, Kasia shouting taunts behind him.
Luca looked up when he pushed through the door, panting. He’d run the entire way. Luca stayed silent; the look on Tomas’s face was telling enough.
“I’m a fucking failure,” he whispered, and started to cry.
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♧Romanice Spice♧
{Venti x Fem Reader}
{It's not sfw the way I like to write it personally}{All characters writen about are 18+}
{Modern witchy Au, same basic story with archons and all that jazz but in a modern setting!}
The moon was full the night was warm and next to you lay your soulmate, the Anemo archon himself.
You wore a soft silk white dress that barely covered your breasts when you moved in certain ways. Normally you'd never wear a dress like this out but tonight was a special date night with Venti.
The full moon was special for magic and you both loved escapeing to a nice space in the middle of the deep woods. Where spirits and seelie play!
On the walk in you were greeted by many seelie who loved to play with you on your usual hikes in the woods.
"How are you feeling?"
Ventis voice came softly in your ear, pulling you from your thoughts. You both had taken a small amount of edibles before laying down together. Opting to watch the stars as they kicked in. Both of you were usually broke but you'd saved up money from tarot readings and Venti's last gig at a cute Cafe to go to the local dispenser for some edibles.
Of course you both always got carded but once they saw your id's being both 25 everything was fine.
You take a deep breath and look up at the stars, you can feel yourself slowly relaxing from all the stress you'd been feeling recently.
"A little while longer I just wanna cuddle." You say as you nuzzle into your lovers chest.
"Works for me cutie, and remember if you end up changing your mind we don't have to" He pets your head. You smile at how understanding he always was.
You both continue to look up at the full moon, enjoying the warm night and gentle breeze. You gaze up and the jewel studded sky with its dazzling moon as it's crowning glory.
The world could wait when you were here, in the deep woods with your own personal freedom. The truama you've collected over your life from the deaths of your parents one after another, to a Cinderella-esque tragedy of having a step mother who abused you.
All of that vanished into the beautiful moonlit night, carried away by the wind.
You blush gently as you start to feel the mood coming on. You gently kiss your lovers cheek before tenderly placing more along his jaw. He smiles and you feel his arm wrap around you gently.
"Just tell me if you want to stop, I'll be nice and slow baby" He comes gently before taking your chin gently and kissing your lips. His warm soft lips pressing lovingly into yours, taking his time, enjoying how much he loves kissing you.
Like a fine wine. That's what you were. When he kissed you he had to savor it, every last moment. The joy and pleasure of just your lips, just one kiss, made his heart race. And yours too, he noticed.
He gently moved the two of you into a sitting position she he could gingerly hold your shoulders as he kissed you. Your hands always found their way to his chest, clutching onto his shirt shyly as he took his time with you.
"Y/N..." He murmured languidly between kisses. He wanted your permission to go a little further.
With a blush and a nod he wraps his arms around you and this time when he kisses you, it's got a little more heat to it.
You welcome his tongue into your mouth, you love the way he firmly holds you with you make out under the moonlight. It always made you feel so safe, so secure.
"V-Venti..." You mewl shyly in delight as one of those mischievous hands has found its way to your rear and is happily giving it a squeeze.
"Ehehe~" He just gives you a grin that's a mix of playful, lusty and shameless all at the same time.
"Sorry love, I just HAD to admire the work of art in front of me thoroughly!" He muses totally unashamed. He just loved you so much!
You huff but giggle at him and push him back a moment. He looks confused before you start to slowly strip off that already thin silk dress.
Hes absolutely aroused and ready as you sit before him on your side.
"Y...you could appreciate it more... if you wanted." You wanted to sound sassy but the shyness got to you.
He holds himself back from ravaging you. Don't scare her, don't scare her. He repeated in his mind. Keep calm Venti, keep your cool, go slow. But oh my God it was hard when you looked more delicious then even the finest wine.
He slowly crawled over to spoon you, his front to your back. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in with a firm hold.
"Little minx" He kisses your neck a few times before beginning to lick and suck on it tenderly. You didn't care much for pain, so he could only leave gentle marks on your neck. He didn't mind one bit. Those mischievous hands of his began to slowly roam your body, one hand on your beautiful breasts, the other traveling very gingerly between your legs.
You loved the way he pet you like this. The gentleness and consideration for your limits. You knew Venti was a horn dog and he was being VERY good right now keeping his enthusiasm in check. Not that he would ever hurt you or force himself on you, just that he was very energetic.
He gently stroked your heat, making you moan from the stimulation. Once he found your "button" as he called it. That's when things got a little more spicy.
You moan out as his hand teases that sensitive button. He was way too good at playing with you like this. He smirked as he used the wind to create a vibration like effect as he teased you, your nectar always flowed the best like this.
Watching you wiggle and move your hips into his hand made him smirk playfully. Using his free hand he gently pushed your face to the side so he could make out with you again while he teased you.
"Oh my precious love" He whispered between breathes "you are more beautiful then any star" He cooed "I love you so much my little princess"
"Oh Venti" you blush looking shy "I live you too! I love you!" You moan out the words before reaching a climax. Venti holds you as you come down from it.
"My sweet love, my most precious one, when you make so many cute noises like that, well it's just not fair! How could I resist such a radiant creature before me?" He teases looking remarkably aroused as he finally removes his own clothes.
You gently lay on the soft blanket, thankful your brought cushens to put under you as Venti crawled on top of you.
You wrap your arms around his neck as you both start to kiss again. God Venti did so love to move his tongue in your mouth, such a sweet taste. He loved this taste more then even wine!
When yoy came up for air he looked at you again and waited for your permission. Once he got it he very gently began to press himself inside of you.
You sucked in a small breath as he slowly stretched you out. He wasn't small by any means but he wasn't a giant either. His member just seemed to be the right size not to hurt you.
"We fit perfectly together" He smiled at you with only love and warmth in his eyes. "We fit together perfectly like a puzzle. You complete me. You are my moon" He couldn't help throwing some beautiful poetic romance at you. These moments were special to you both and he wanted to make your heart flutter like a butterfly!
Which it was! You civet your face shyly and he giggles.
"If you will be my moon, I will be your sun, I will live yo make you shine, and one day I'll help you fix those broken wings of yours" He swears before kissing you again, this time with a passion that only came from a man so truly unconditionally in love.
You pulled him closer, if that were even possible as began to thrust inside of you. His member hitting your core in just the right way to make you sing for him.
"Venti!" You moan out "Venti please-" you cling to him as he continues his pace. "Please what my love?" He groans in your ear. "What do you want your Venti to do?" He coaxed making you whimper in protest.
"A-ah.. a little f-faster" you manage to say as you blush wildy.
Venti covers those cute blushing cheeks in kisses before absolutely follow your orders. He begins to thrust into you faster and a little harder.
You cling to him now, nails clawing gently down his back as he naturally progresses from laying down to you bouncing on his lap.
"I want more" you mewl a little lewdly as the arousal takes over a little. "Take it all it's all for you darling" Venti was such a whipped man for you. He couldn't help but be more aroused when you got on top and let yourself get lost in the pleasure. A pleasure he would never deny you.
"Milk me dry baby~" He licks your earlobe making you twitch as you feel your big climax incoming.
"V-venti VENTI PLEASE!" Ypu begin to bounce roughly on his member and he takes your hips and firmly thrusts up into you, meeting you at every bounce to make the pleasure more intense.
You cling to him desperately as you cry out, riding him into the white hot pleasure of oblivion.
♧♧♧♧♧♧
When you wake from what you thought was just a blissful dream, you find that you and Venti have slept until the sun was high in the sky.
You shoot up in panic, your sex bed head in full swing as you try to wake your boyfriend.
"Venti wake up!! We fell asleep!!" You whine as the musician finally sits up still half asleep. It takes him a second to understand before panicking a little himself.
"Oh crap I hope no one saw you!"
You blush "me what about you!"
"Well if anyone saw you'd I'd have to charge them to see such a magnificent sig-" you throw a pillow at his face.
"Just help me pack I wanna go take a shower I can't believe we fell asleep in the middle of the woods!" You fret and he stifles a laugh as he adds
"Again!"
"AGAIN!!"
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laurenairay · 3 years
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Decorating Disaster - J.Markstrom
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Summary: what could go wrong with a little competitive holiday baking with your boyfriend Jacob?
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: some bad language, a lot of cute fluff, too much glitter…and he’s on the Flames. Sorry K 😅
A/N: fully in my winter holiday feelings! ❄️ This one is for @danglesnipecelly​ – I hope it warms your grinchy heart 😘
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“Hey älskling, are you busy?”
You looked up from the magazine you were reading at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, shaking your head with a smile. You’d only been reading it in the first place because Jacob had popped out to the grocery store – but now he was back…with multiple bags?
“What are you planning?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at his big grin.
“Nothing!” he said cheerfully, pecking a kiss to your cheek as he whirled past you into the kitchen.
Okay now you knew he was up to something.
“I don’t believe you in the slightest,” you teased, hopping up on the counter as he put the bags down next to you.
“You wound me!” he gasped, clutching dramatically at his chest, making you giggle, “I just thought we could do some baking together this morning,”
What?!
“Baking. You want to bake,” you said dryly.
“Yeah! It’s a fun holiday activity to do together!” Jacob grinned, ignoring your confused expression as he started to rustle through the grocery bags.
You put your hand on top of his to stop him. Seriously, what is he doing?
“J, you don’t even like baking. You purposely steered clear of the kitchen when I made pepparkakor with your mom last year. Why do you really want to do this?” you mused.
Jacob’s grin faded, and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Hah, you knew there was a real reason.
3…
2…
1…
“Tanny told the Flames about my last disaster baking attempt and they were all teasing me – I told them that I’d been practicing with you and I was way better than him now,” Jacob admitted.
What a little liar!
“But you haven’t been practicing with me,” you pointed out, trying to stop a grin spreading across your lips.
“Yeah I know…Tanny didn’t believe it either, and he said that I should prove it. Gio turned it into a team group challenge as bonding…but I need to do this!” Jacob sighed.
“So you want to bake…because of a dare?” you snickered, “to save a reputation that is a lie?”
Men. Seriously.
Jacob just grinned, nodding at you. And then that grin turned into a hopeful smile. Oh no. Absolutely not.
“Ohhhh no, count me out,”
“Please? There’s no way Tanny and the others won’t have help too!” Jacob pleaded, “I already know that Elias and Annica are planning on making cookies together!”
Damn those puppy dog eyes.
And if it would make Jacob feel better in front of the team…
“Fine, you ridiculous man. Let’s do some holiday baking,” you sighed fondly.
Jacob whooped and scooped you up off the kitchen counter in his arms, swinging you around in a circle, making you squeal. When he eventually put you back down on your feet, he pressed a firm kiss to your lips, making you lose your breath even more. Wow. Yeah, anything for him, if that was the reaction you’d get.
“Thank you älskling. This is going to be fun, I promise!” Jacob grinned.
“I believe that when I see it,” you giggled.
Now that this was a competition, rather than the fun activity he had initially suggested, you knew Jacob was going to be a nervous mess. There was no way this was ending well. But hey, it would be good teasing material, if nothing else.
“I thought we could do gingerbread men? That way we can get extra points for decoration,” Jacob suggested, “I would’ve said gingerbread people, but there was only the male stencil cutter at the store,”
Fair enough.
“Very strategic, I like it,” you teased.
To be fair, it was a good plan. And meant you could get more creative with it too. Jacob just blushed. “I picked up so many options at the store. Like, all of the decorating options. So there’s lots to choose from,”
“Let’s get the gingerbread going first – we can decide what decorations we’ll do when it’s in the oven,” you mused.
“See, this is why I need your help!” Jacob grinned.
You couldn’t help but grin back. So adorable.
“Alright, let’s find a recipe and get started…”
Making the actual gingerbread took so much longer than it should’ve done. It didn’t make things any easier that one of the ‘competition rules’ was that everything had to be filmed for judging by an impartial panel (aka coach, coach’s wife and the team nutritionist) – so there was way more pressure that you would’ve liked. Jacob almost didn’t sift the flour, would’ve resulted in lumpy batter if you hadn’t corrected him, and he very nearly put sea salt flakes in instead of sugar, which you only just about saved in time. Not to mention the pieces of egg shell he’d dropped in that you asked him to carefully take back out. Each time he looked a little more dejected at the mistakes he was making, but there was no way you were giving up on this. He wanted to do this together, so he was damn well sticking with it. Especially since you were in the competition video too – it was a matter of pride now.
Instead, you put his strong arms to good use in the mixing, which cheered him up a bit (and gave you some excellent eye candy, even if you were sure the video would catch you watching appreciatively), and in the end the dough didn’t turn out looking too bad. After cutting out the figures using the shapes that Jacob had bought, you put the gingerbread men on the trays and into the ovens. And you made sure to set a timer when they were finally in the oven. If they burnt at this point, you thought you would actually cry.
“Is it time to decide on decorations now?” he asked hopefully.
“Definitely!” you nodded.
Jacob grinned and quickly washed his hands before sitting down at the kitchen table, making you laugh. You washed your hands and joined him, Jacob pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head that made you blush.
“So the gingerbread men will need to be in the oven for 15 minutes, then we take them out and let them cool in the pans for 10 minutes, before turning them out onto those wire racks you found to cool completely,” you explained.
“And then we decorate?”
You rolled your eyes fondly at your boyfriend, nudging his shoulder, earning a nudge back. “Yes, then we decorate. Although with all of this stuff you bought, I have no idea where to start,”
Like, seriously. There were so many little packets of candy as well as tiny little piping bags of colourful icing (that must’ve come from a kit) – honestly way too much stuff – but just one look at Jacob’s face showed you that he had a plan. Oh this should be fun.
“I was thinking…the colourful chocolate buttons for their tummies, with the blue, green, red and yellow icings for their shorts which we can then pair with the matching edible glitter on top. And then gummy drops for the eyes, with a white icing smile?”
The hopefulness in Jacob’s voice meant there was no way you were countering any of that – and as it was, it all sounded like a great plan.
“Shall I do the icing parts, and then you do the placement of all the candy plus the glitter?” you suggested.
“Sounds like a plan!” he grinned.
The two of you washed up the mess that you had made so far while you waited for gingerbread to cook, only devolving into a water fight once, ending in some sweet slow kisses (that Jacob promised would be edited out of the video before it was shown to the team), and by the time the gingerbread men were cool enough, you could tell Jacob was getting impatient.
“Remember take it slow and steady – they need to look good so you win the competition,” you murmured into his ear, quietly so the camera wouldn’t pick it up.
Jacob blushed slightly but nodded, counting the candy into piles as you started the first of the icing. To be honest, they looked alright. Nothing was burnt, they were all the same size and shape, and they smelled amazing. So you were happy – they were going to taste good at least! And with your little line process with Jacob doing separate tasks to you, the decorating was taking on good shape.
But there was one thing that you were worried about. The edible glitter. Everyone knows that glitter is almost impossible to get rid of if it spills anywhere, and with Jacob’s track record, you were hesitant. But he was so excited about adding that extra winter magic to the gingerbread men that you ignored your concerns and let him get on with it. It would be fine, right?
Time to put your nerves to the test. Jacob yanked on the lid of the edible glitter, but it wouldn’t budge. As he gripped the vial and the cap with both hands, pulling as hard as he could, you felt a bad omen coming over you. But before you could say anything, the cap suddenly flew off of the glitter vial…
…and the glitter exploded everywhere.
You burst into laughter, burying your face in his shoulder at the astonished look on his face. Glitter was all over his hands, shirt, jeans, the floor and the poor gingerbread man. Holy shit.
“Oh my god,” he gasped, eyes wide.
You were still giggling as you sat upright, tears at the corners of your eyes. How did you not see this coming?
“We can still save this little guy,” you choked, picking up the figure and tapping the excess glitter off of him onto the table, “and luckily you bought so much glitter that we still have another couple of vials,”
“I’m not going to live this down, am I?” he sighed, although the laughter in his eyes made you feel better.
“Probably not, that’ll probably make some kind of bloopers reel at the very least,” you grinned, “But it was only the first one, so there’s plenty of time to make up for it!”
Jacob just grinned back at you, pecking your lips in a kiss before standing up. “I’ll go wash up, and we can try again?”
“Sounds good to me,” you nodded.
Even if your gingerbread men didn’t win the competition, even if the team teased Jacob for the glitter explosion, you wouldn’t trade these memories for anything. This was going to be a holiday time to remember forever, you just knew it.
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marshmallow-phd · 4 years
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Part of The Experiments Universe
Genre: Lucky One/Obsession AU
Pairing: Kris x Reader
Summary: You were everything he needed to feel human. But not even your presence could keep the nightmares away. The years had gone by and it seemed his dreams were all that was left of his trauma. When his past comes back and snatches you away, the human mask he’d worked so hard to create will be ripped away and he’ll stop at nothing to get you back.
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Kris lifted the glass to his lips, letting the harsh alcohol slide down and sting the soft tissue of his throat. Emotional pop music blared from the worn out speakers hanging from various places on the walls. Bungie cables held the heavier boxes in place, wrapped tightly around the frame to keep them from crashing to the floor. He felt pathetic, sitting there on that bar stool, sipping on drinks that did nothing to cure him of his nightmares. Every time he closed his eyes and let his mind wander, he saw the doctors hovering over him, with their needles and toxins and tests. It seemed no matter how far he ran, he couldn’t escape the memories.
“Another one?” the pretty bartender offered. She smiled at him flirtatiously. A curtain of black hair hung from either side of her angular face, landing near the crooks of her elbows, and dark eyes shined under the low lighting. She probably saw his kind all the time. The burdened who thought they could fix whatever was broken in them with a strong drink. But this was only a band aide. His real medicine was elsewhere.
“No, thank you.” Kris pulled his wallet out of his pocket, threw down a bill, and stood up. “Keep the change.”
Disappointed, the bartender took the cash and rang it into the register.
It wasn’t hard to flag down a cab and give the driver his address. At this time of night, they flocked to the bar district, eager to pick up as many intoxicated passengers as they could before the parting ending for the night. Within fifteen minutes he was home. Outside, he looked up at the commonplace building, insignificant brick that blended in with the rest of the street. The apartment wasn’t anything fancy or luxurious, but it was enough. It was better than some. More than what he used to have.
All the lights were out when he stepped through the door. The only sound came from the air conditioner humming as it did its job. Tossing his keys down on the table, he shuffled his way through the dark until he made it to the bedroom. He closed the door as softly as he could before sitting on the edge of the bed and taking off his shoes. The world felt heavy on his shoulders. He was lost, feeling like he should be doing more with his life, but he didn’t know what it could be.
“Kris?”
Sighing, he turned to look over his shoulder.
You sat up and rubbed your eyes so they’d adjust to the darkness. The blankets fell down to your lap and exposed you to the cold given the camisole top you’d warn to bed. Shuffling closer to him, you rested your chin on his shoulder, rubbing his arm comfortingly. “It’s late.”
“I know,” Kris sighed.
He wasn’t even sure why he stayed away, why he went on these excursions as if he’d find the answer to his life out there. As soon as he came back here to your arms, he felt better. Like a warm fire in the middle of a harsh winter, you comforted him, thawed what had once been left for dead. No matter what he did you were there for him to fall into. You made him smile when happiness felt out of reach and your touch grounded him. There was only one problem with this perfect life with you. You thought he was normal.
As far as you were concerned, he was an orphan who grew up in a home and then went out on his own. He wasn’t rich or stable or open, but you stayed around anyway. There were times you’d ask about his past, a detail or moment you were curious about. Kris had mastered the ability to dodge such questions or give a vague enough answer that it wouldn’t technically be a lie. So many times he thought about telling you the truth. About sitting you down and explaining how he wasn’t entirely human, about how his nightmares weren’t random or forgettable. But he could never do it. He was too afraid of losing you.
“Everything okay?” you asked softly.
Kris nodded, not trusting his voice. It didn’t matter. You still didn’t believe him. Perhaps that was your own superpower, the ability to hear a lie, even the silent kind. Shoving the blanket off your lap, you threw a leg over his lap so you were now facing each other, your fingers interlocked behind his neck.
“What’s going on? Please, tell me. I want to help.”
Kris sighed. He hated seeing you frown like that. “It’s nothing you can help with. Just… thoughts in my head.”
“What kind of thoughts?”
“Nothing bad,” he insisted. “I’ve just been thinking about… the orphanage. My past. Wondering where I’m supposed to be going. It seems all I can do is look back when I’m trying to go forward.”
“Well,” your frown morph into a small smile as you played with the hair at the nape of his neck, “I don’t know if I want you to go somewhere. I kind of like you here.”
That made him laugh, just once. “I wouldn’t go anywhere without you.”
“Good.” You pressed your lips to his, sealing that promise. Kris wrapped his arms around your waist and shifted so you were now lying back down on the bed. He hovered over you, taking in every feature he could, from the shape of your nose to the outline of your lips. The way your eyes were filled with so many words when you looked at him would be burned in his memory forever.
“I love you, (y/n),” he whispered.
“I love you, too.”
And with your soft kisses and warm touch, he found himself forgetting about his worries. Finding you after wandering for so long was the small light in his life. What good thing had he done to deserve you?
Whatever it was, he was thankful. Oh, so thankful.
**
The sun trickled in from between the blinds, oh-so kindly beaming on your face to pull you from the wonderful land of sleep. As your consciousness came to the surface, you groaned. Why must the morning always come? You like the night, the cover the darkness gave. It lingered on the feeling of anything could happen. When the morning came, the desired mystery ran for the shadows to bring back the average, the dull.
A hand instinctively reached out to the space beside you. Upon feeling the cold sheets, you opened your eyes and sat up. You frowned. Any normal morning, you would be the first one awake and struggling to coax Kris out of the bed to get started on the day. But today brought you the surprise of an empty bed. You worried that Kris hadn’t slept at all. Climbing out of bed and stealing one of his jackets to fend off the cold air, you shuffled out into the living room. The smell of breakfast filtered in through your nose.
“You’re… cooking?”
The giggles couldn’t be held back. You were too astonished. Of his many talents, putting together an edible meal wasn’t exactly one of them. Barely glancing over his shoulder at you, Kris said, “I wanted something specific today.”
“You could have just asked. I would have made it.”
“You looked like you needed the sleep.”
That was a lie. If anyone needed sleep, it was him. But you let him stick to that story – this time. The sudden urge to be close to him pulled you into the kitchen where you wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your head against his back. His skin was warm, the steady pulse of his heartbeat reminding you that he was indeed real and not simply a figment of your imagination, a perfect daydream made up to shine up your dull life. The day you met Kris hadn’t been the greatest of your life, but each day after… you called them your little miracles.
With you still attached to him like an overgrown child, he reached up and took two plates out of the cabinet. Filling them up with the mouthwatering (albeit slightly burnt) food, you finally let go and gave the poor guy room to move over to the table that doubled as your studying space. Kris started to move the small cardboard boxes that currently occupied the table, but one of the lids began to slip, you jumped in and took it to the living room. The last thing you needed right now was for him to see what that particular box contained.
“Everything alright?” Kris asked, confused at your slightly frantic manner.
“Yeah,” you slapped on a smile, playing the part of innocence. “These are just old cases for my research project. I’m supposed to be careful with them.”
Kris took you at your word. “How’s that coming?”
“Pretty good. I’m about halfway through it.”
School had never been easy for you. Over the years, you’d lost count over the amount of times you’d started and stopped, never sure of what direction you wanted to go in. You were jealous of the others on campus, so sure of what career they were going to pursue, what major they were focused on. You never had such direction. Since you were young, you’d always had an interest in law and seeking the truth, but you neither wanted to be a lawyer or a detective. It wasn’t until right before you met Kris almost two years ago that you figured it out from a TV show. One of the characters on the drama worked for a law firm, fact checking and tracking down leads that might help the client in court. After researching and learning that, in fact, such a job did exist, you’d realized you’d found your calling. A way to satisfy your constant curiosity and help those who might not be able to help themselves. Funny how the good things came to you almost all at once.
Shaking his head, Kris blew out a long breath from between his lips, scoffing at the end like a period to his wordless sentence. “I don’t know how you do it.”
You moved the last of the boxes, careful to pile the rest so the first wasn’t easily accessible. “Do what?”
“Everything. Your classes, your papers, the internship.”
You shrugged. “It’s all just to get me where I’m going. You could do it, too, if you wanted to.”
Kris shook his head again. “No, you’re the ambitious one in this relationship. You’ve always been smarter than me.”
Feeling mischievous, you walked over and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Oh, hun, you don’t make it that hard.” Big mistake. Kris gaped at you, clearly offended. Then he puffed himself up and you knew you were in for it. “No, no, I was just kidding! I’m sorry!” Too late. You ran from the kitchen, hurrying to get to the bedroom and shut the door, but you were too slow. Pick you up, Kris jumped onto the bed with you in his arms. You wiggled and fought to get out of his grip, but he was too strong so all you could was laugh. His own deep chuckle rumbled in your ear as he tortuously tickled your sides.
“Do you give?” he asked, pausing but still not letting go.
After regaining your breath, you pushed out a “Yes, I give!”
He kissed your lips. “Good. Now, come on. I don’t want to eat cold food.” You stuck your tongue out at him in response, but let him hold your hand as he pulled you to your feet and back to the table. Perhaps mornings weren’t so bad after all.
**
Kris was sore when he walked through the front entrance. It’d been a long day out at the farm he worked on and he was ready to relax the night away with you, but there was something he had to do first. He was back at the bar, but this time it wasn’t to drown his sorrows alone. Waiting at a high-top was a tanned skin, platinum blond glued to the phone in their hands.
“You’re going to ruin your eyes if you keep staring at it,” Kris teased as he sat down.
Tao scoffed. “If a bullet can’t kill us then I hardly doubt some blue light will hurt our eyes.” The punk was probably right. Modern concerns like that were hardly on their list of worries. Putting the phone off to the side, Tao narrowed his eyes. “Are you still not sleeping?”
“I was, a bit,” Kris corrected. “But lately… not so much.”
“Have you talked to (y/n) about it?”
Before he could answer, a waiter came over to check on the two of them. They ordered drinks and Tao threw in some sort of appetizer platter. Kris had hoped the conversation would naturally turn in another direction, but he was let down. Tao was not going to let his worry over his closest friend go.
“Have you said anything to her?”
“No, I haven’t.” He almost did this morning. While you sat across from him at the table, he could tell that you were holding back, wanting to question how he was up before you when most days he didn’t want to leave the covers. Even after being with you, feeling you breath evenly beside him, he couldn’t get his mind to turn off. He couldn’t relax. It felt as if his body was preparing for something – something bad. He opened his mouth several times to start that conversation, but other words came out instead. “Do you ever wonder if it’s really over?”
What he had expected was reassurance. For Tao to laugh it off and tell him to quit stressing over what didn’t matter. It had been years since they escaped, years since they ended it. Now, they could be like everyone else, at least on the surface. But that wasn’t what he received.
Tao frowned, his eyes lowering to the table between them. “I feel like something’s coming. I don’t know what, but… there might be a reason to be wondering that.”
Swallowing thickly, Kris replied, “Have you seen anything?”
“No,” Tao admitted. “I haven’t. But I can’t make the feeling go away.”
“Damn it!” Kris slammed his fist on the table with enough force to tip over the plastic cup of water that sat on the edge. Before it could tip over completely, everything around them froze. Only Tao and Kris were mobile as the former caught the glass while it hovered in the air and placed it back on the table. Time resumed once again. Kris raised an eyebrow. “You’re getting better at that.”
“I’ve been practicing,” Tao smirked. “You?”
“No. I don’t use that… gift, just in case I get caught.” Especially by you.
Tao rolled his eyes. “You’re going to have to tell her someday, you know that right? Stuff like this doesn’t stay a secret forever.”
“I can at least try.”
Seeing the lack of progress this conversation was having, Tao changed the subject. He filled Kris in on all the places he’d gone, his favorite being an island in the south pacific. Paradise, he called it over and over again. Kris filed that information away for later. Perhaps when you were done with the semester, he could take you there. The two of you could get away for a little while, pretend this city didn’t exist and simply be with each other.
 Normally when Kris came home you were either studying away in the living room with your textbooks and notes spread out all over the floor or you were cooking dinner with your favorite songs blaring from your phone’s small speaker on the counter. But he was greeted by neither scenario as he stepped through the door.
All was quiet in the apartment. Too quiet for you to be home. Thinking maybe he’d missed a call or text, he checked his phone, but there was nothing. Odd. You never did that. A cold sweat emerged from his very pores.
“(y/n)? (y/n)?”
No answer.
He flipped on the lights and fell to his knees.
The place was a disaster, signs of a fight around every corner. The bookcase was overturned, the glass coffee table that you were so proud of was smashed to pieces, and so much more was in utter chaos. His heart raced when he saw the blood. There were only small traces, but he still knew that you’d been hurt. Running through the rest of the apartment, he searched for any clue as to what had happened or who might have taken you. Just when he was about to dial the police, he saw it.
It was too perfectly placed for it to be an accident. Whether you were the one who left it or your kidnapper had put it there to taunt him, he wasn’t sure, but it gave him a place to start.
Lying on the floor of the bedroom was a piece of black cloth with ripped, frayed edges. The emblem stitched into the cloth was one he knew too well when he was undercover in EXO. It was the symbol for Regeneration Science, a red R & S intertwined in a sinister, almost snake-like way. Or maybe it was just Kris’ experience that made him see it in that light. Right now that didn’t matter. Right now, he needed to find out why they took you. Why, after all these years, were they coming after him again? They’d destroyed the research and files EXO had on all of them and Moo San was dead.
Fury pulse through Kris. The only danger he’d ever considered you to be in was from himself, not his past. It was supposed to be over.
Kris flipped. Fear was gone and in its place nothing but determination. Shoving the emblem into his pocket, he started making his way around the apartment. In a few spots around the bedroom, he’d hidden various weapons in places he knew you wouldn’t find. They were for emergencies. In the back of his mind, he must have known that this would happen. Tao was right, something bad had come. And now you were in the middle of it. His anger surging, he threw whatever clothes his hands landed on in a duffel bag, his wallet, a few toiletries, along with other necessities. As he made one last trip to the bathroom, something crinkled under his foot.
The cracks that formed in his heart were nearly audible as he crouched down and picked up the rounded piece of metal that had fallen on the floor. In the palm of his hand was the charm from the necklace he’d surprised you with on your one year anniversary. It was a small bird with wings that would never have been big enough to carry them through the air. Wrapping the charm in his fist, Kris closed his eyes and kissed his fingers. Then he snapped them back open.
They would regret this. They would regret coming after him, they would regret taking you away from him. If you were hurt in anyway, they would pay. He would make sure of it.
Throwing the bag over his shoulder, he flipped off the lights and left the apartment, refusing to come back until he was with you again.
Hold on, (y/n). I’m coming for you.
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quietkite · 3 years
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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐬 | 𝟐
The Wattpad Version ➼ Lovely Little Liars                                                                    Table of Contents  
𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 & 𝗖𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗴𝘀
Trigger Warnings:
Offensive Language, Mention of Death, Tension
Draco
"Ok Draco, just hold on tightly and don't let go. I haven't apparated in a while so just hold on.",Pansy said.
The two young adults held tightly onto each other on the Malfoy's humongous front lawn before apparating away.
Pansy toppled downwards onto Draco after after losing her balance from the quick arrival.
"Morgana, I don't think I'd ever get used to apparating.",Pansy chuckled with a laugh in reply from Draco..
As Draco stood up with the help of Pansy, he noticed a head of dark brown hair weave through a small crowd into the freshly painted red train.
"Was that Theo?", Draco asked as his girl best friend looked around the now emptying station with no luck.
"I don't see him, did he go onto the train?"
"He did, maybe we might find him in one of the compartments.",Draco reasoned with a nod from Pansy before they unnoticeably boarded the train.
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The train almost looked the same as ever. The seats were redone with newer, and better cushions, the glass was both fog repellent and spell-proof so no accidental spells could break the windows. It reminded Draco of his first few years in Hogwarts before everything became painful and dangerous.
He remembered while on the train ride back to school after the winter holidays in his first year, Goyle and Crabbe were stupidly trying to cast spells their fathers had taught them. Goyle ended up actually casting a proper bombarda shattering the window panes into pieces. Snape ended up having to clean up the mess and repair the window giving both Goyle and Crabbe detentions for an entire month.
Draco was smiling at the old memory before his world was turned upside down when he remembered how his godfather, and his only favourite Professor was gone for good. Even though Crabbe and Goyle were sluggish idiots sometimes, they still contributed to Draco's favourite memories.
"Draco? Are you still here? I think I just saw Theo go in there.",Pansy nudged Draco pointing at the slightly open door.
"Oh, sorry. I was daydreaming."
Giving Draco a weak smile, she then tugged him into the compartment.
"Theo! Blaise!",Pansy exclaimed ecstatically.
"Hey Pansy",Theo replied as Blaise waved.
"I hardly heard from the both of you two! Do you understand how fucking worried you two got Astoria and me?! I thought something happened to you or you did something to yourselves after Goyle's Funeral!",Pansy said bursting into tears.
"Are you oka—",Started Draco.
"Yes, I'm fine. I'm just on my period.",Pansy said waving Draco off as she sat down across Theo and Blaise. Draco scurried after her, sitting next to the raven-haired woman. She was always one to over-dramatise things.
"Anyway, how were you two's summer?"Draco asked.
"Oh, well it turns out that Father was innocent, and was under the imperius curse the entire time. We've gotten to know each other a bit more until he was attacked and erm...murdered. And then after Goyle's funeral it was a bit difficult. Blaise then stayed with me for the rest of the summer, since his mother was given a life sentence in Azkaban after being proven guilty of murdering her dead husbands amongst other things... But um Blaise...",Theo started as his cedar brown eyes flitted from the two before landing a worried look at Blaise.
"Did something happen Theo?",Pansy asked gently with a sense of protectiveness lining her firm voice.
"He just prefers to not talk anymore.",Theo stated scratching the back of his head awkwardly glancing from Pansy and Draco to Blaise who looked just as tense.
"Is that why you didn't answer my owls?",Pansy asked receiving a quick, and awkward nod from Blaise.
Pansy gave Draco a look before Draco spoke.
"Do you all know what Mcgonagall owled  us for?"
"No, just for some reunion and then some news. The letter was pretty concise.",Theo remarked.
"Well how was your summer Draco and Pansy?",Theo asked.
"My father gotten the dementor's kiss, and Mother and I were put on a probation.",Draco replied uncomfortably as he discreetly latched onto Pansy's hand seeking some kind of comfort. The memories were still fresh in his head. He saw the kiss, and the dementor, and his father's last words were only to remind Draco of how much of a disappointment he was to him and the Malfoys before him.
Pansy squeezed his hand before she spoke about her summer. She understood him and what it meant to lose a family member. Especially one who hated every single thing about you.
"Astoria was actually with me for almost the entire summer. We had...our moments... But aside from the sad parts she and I also met up with some people who surprisingly aren't that bad once you get to know them. In fact we all became friends actually.",Pansy said.
Draco was about to ask who the raven-haired girl had made friends with when the trolley filled with sweets and snacks ranging from chocolate frogs to pumpkin pastries stopped by their train compartment. There was even some of the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes edible products on the rickety trolley. Draco then remembered that the troublemaking Weasley twins went from the legendary pranking duo of them to just the one of them. Draco attended the funeral as a sign of respect, but he stayed in the back, going unnoticed. They may have ridiculed him many times before but he conceded that he was a little bit of a brat in his younger years.
"Anything from the trolley dear?",The trolley witch asked sweetly. His friends had already bought their own snacks to last them the train ride but Draco wasn't very hungry. But he was smart enough to not worry nor anger Pansy.
"May I have two chocolate frogs please?"
The trolley witch gave Draco one of the first genuine smiles that he had seen in a while as she handed him two chocolate frogs in exchange for two galleons.
When the trolley witch with her trolley filled with sweets and other sugary edibles galore, was out of sight Pansy sighed deeply as if she were relieved, before walking out of her seat to lock the door. She sat back down wordlessly putting her head on Draco's shoulder, with a heavy sigh.
"I can't believe that we're coming back here. Reunion or not, I didn't think that we would even be allowed back, being Slytherins and all.",Pansy said after nobody spoke a word.
The compartment was silent again. It was just too awkward.
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About half an hour later Draco was woken up too Pansy shaking him awake. He didn't even realise that he had fallen asleep. Both Theo and Blaise were also asleep leaning onto one another as if the other were some kind of pillow.
"Are we here yet Pansy? I can go wake up the other two now if we—"
"Shut up Draco. You're hurting.",Pansy said automatically as Draco froze.
Her hazel green eyes were on him with her cold stare as Draco tried to avoid her stern gaze.
"I-I, what do you mean?",Draco replied his face ridden with emotions. To much emotion.
"Look at me. None of us are fine Draco. It's not that hard to tell. We're all bloody broken and I know that just because your father isn't in your life anymore doesn't mean that he doesn't affect you. Trauma doesn't go away in a day.
"Pansy, I am fine. My father is gone, my mother is safe and if I do as I'm told I won't be thrown into Azkaban. What more could I need in my life?"
"You and I both know how much people resent us. Even more so when you have the—never mind. But don't you get it? People aren't going to stop tormenting you or any of us Slytherins until what they perceive as the problem has been...eradicated.",Pansy hissed, noticing Draco almost flinch at the mention of the dark mark.
Draco couldn't respond to the determined girl. She was right and he didn't want to admit it.
Pansy may have come very close the failing Divintation almost every year, but she could read almost anyone easily. It was almost like a sixth sense.
"Why do you talk to me about this now Pansy?",Draco breathed, not wanting to see the hard stare the black-haired girl gave him.
"Because those two are clearly not in the right state of mind to hear this right now. They've already got their own problems as of this moment, and they hadn't seemed to have any more luck than a shrimpy house elf with the amount of sleep it looks like they've gotten.",Pansy answered, nodding to the two boys across from them still using the other as a support.
Draco hadn't noticed how tired the other two young men looked so sleep-deprived.
It was clear to see how the two were tight, maybe even closer than brothers tight. They were a major key to the other's survival.
"It's codependency. They were tight before, but the war has changed us all. For the better or the worse. It happened to all of us."Pansy stated as if reading Draco's mind.
Draco turned to her not knowing how to feel.
It was silent again as silence was the only other option to awkward conversations nowadays. Draco didn't mind silence but not when tension and guilt intoxicated the air.
"Who did you meet over the summer?"
"Nobody special. Now eat your chocolate frogs. You're way to skinny."
Draco gave the raven-haired girl a cocky smirk before lazily taking out one of his chocolate frogs to eat.
When he opened the chocolate frog jumped immediately out of the box as Pansy quickly caught it as the chocolate frog blew a raspberry at Pansy visibly angering her.
Draco smiled at the scene as his eyes shifted to the collectible card.
Draco's eyes widened at the card. In all of his glory there he was.
Harry Fucking Potter with all of his dark tanned skin, aggravatingly messy hair and his overly striking emerald eyes.
And Pansy to his dismay, noticed this and smirked.
She fucking smirked.
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floralguccistyles · 4 years
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wildflower :: chapter two
...and stays up with you all night
There was a tradition between the Horan-Fairbrough clan that once a month, we would all try and get together and have dinner. It usually ended up with Greg’s son Theo falling asleep while I held him and Violet spewing on about something she learned in college before we all settled down to watch a movie. We had an ongoing rotation on who picked the movie, and this month it happened to be Niall’s turn.
Which was why I was so shocked that it was a horror film.
I didn’t like scary movies. And neither did Niall. But when he sat between Lily and I (on the floor since our parents took the couch while Greg and Theo took the loveseat), I realized his intention. Lily hated horror films even more than I did. And when the first jump scare came around, Lily hid her face in Niall’s side and squealed a little.
Smart boy, that Niall.
“You’re an asshole for picking this film,” I told Niall as I held the popcorn bowl between us. Niall and I hadn’t spoken since last Monday, when he’d dropped off his stuff at my house. Everything had been in a nice neat pile except for my necklace. When I had inquired about it, he had told me that he hadn’t seen it, but he would look again. I think the look of panic on my face told him how serious I was about that particular piece of jewelry.
“Why would I give up a chance to hold both my Fairbrough girls while they scream bloody murder?”
He wasn’t wrong. I found myself jumping right alongside with Lily whenever something frightening happened, so Niall just grinned at me, called me a baby, and then offered his hand for me to hold. 
I gripped it like it was my lifeline. 
The day had started off normally, waking up in Lily’s bed to her arm strewn across my neck, quite close to choking me. Though I may have snored in my sleep (according to she and Niall, I was still doubtful), Lily tried to kill me in hers. Her alarm went off approximately three minutes after I untangled myself from her comforter and I went to work on making us coffee and breakfast while she took a shower. I was expecting Niall to show up at around seven-thirty, since that was normally the time Lily was done taking a shower and I was expected to keep him entertained. When the door opened and I saw him in a salmon-colored dress shirt, I smiled.
“Morning,” I said, blinking against the bright smile he gave me. “Want a cup?”
“God, you’d be an angel.”
“I’m always an angel, what are you talking about?” I stuck my tongue out at him, but started to work on his coffee. The eggs were frying in the pan, so I quickly added some garlic salt to them (because I knew Niall liked it) before I poured his drink into a to-go cup. I watched him sit at the barstool, tossing his sunglasses on the counter as he watched me make breakfast. “So, it’s your pick for movie night tonight. Any contenders?”
He shrugged. “Hadn’t thought about it much, to be honest. I’ve been dealing with some stuff at work.”
Rummaging through some drawers, I found a Sharpie and uncapped it. “What’s up?”
He sighed. I didn’t like this look on Niall, the defeated kind of look that made him look at least three years older. He looked like he was carrying the weight of something heavy on his shoulders. “Hey,” I said quietly, reaching across the counter to grab his forearm in what I hoped was a comfort. “What’s wrong? Tell me.”
His other hand reached to grab my fingers, moving my touch on his arm to hold my hand. His fingers interlaced through mine, examining them for a moment. “One of my boys...a girl came forward and made a sexual assault claim yesterday.”
I tried not to freeze. I wasn’t sure if he noticed when my hand suddenly went limp, but his eyes were still locked onto our hands as if he were contemplating much more than just how large his were compared to mine. “Oh. Shit, I’m sorry, Ni. What...what’s happening?”
His nose wrinkled. “They’re getting him off the team, that’s what. I’m not going to have someone like that representing our team. He’ll go to the dean next week to talk about expulsion.”
“And the girl?” I asked softly.
“I don’t know, Rose. She’ll have to...Christ, she’ll carry this around for the rest of her life. I’ve assured her that his place on the team is nonexistent, but she didn’t look like she believed me.”
“So you didn’t think...she was pathetic or anything?”
“Pathetic? Jesus, Rose, no. I just feel like shit that she was even put in that position at all.”
I squeezed his hand tightly. He didn’t know why my fingers turned from a caress to a grip, but he squeezed my fingers back even so. 
The truth was, his words meant more to me than he’d ever know. But it also made me sad. For the girl, for me, and for anyone else who ever had to deal with something like that. I knew I didn’t deserve to place myself on the same caliber as the girl Niall was talking about. She’d been assaulted, and all Kent ever did was corner me in his office to exchange a promotion for sex. Still, knowing how Niall felt about it made things a little easier. There was no question on whether the player would still be on the team. He would just be...gone. No questions asked.
“You’re a good guy, Niall,” I whispered softly.
“It’s not a matter of being a good guy or not. It’s a matter of being a decent human being.”
Lily appeared in the kitchen before either of us could continue with our conversation, which was probably for the best. “Morning. Smells good, Rose,” Lily commented, coming over to stand by Niall. She wrapped her arms around the back of his shoulders and gave him a squeeze, kissing his cheek. “You smell good,” she mentioned to him.
He didn’t blush, which was weird because Niall always blushed when someone complimented him. He just grinned and let out a little chuckle. “Thanks, Lil. You’re dripping all over me.”
Lily usually let her hair air dry while she ate breakfast and then ran the dryer over it. It locked in enough of her curls to make it stylishly wavy, but not dry it enough so that they straightened out. She had it down to a science. “Sorry,” she said sheepishly, pulling away and lovingly wiping off a bit of water droplets from Niall’s shirt. The salmon color darkened to a burnt coral with the water, but it would be dry in a matter of minutes, so Niall didn’t look like he minded terribly. “What’s for breakfast?”
“Eggs, coffee, and I was going to cut up some of that fruit,” I announced, grabbing said fruit from the fridge. Lily usually kept her fridge pretty stocked with fruit, so she had several berries and a couple of assorted melon slices. 
“Where’s the bacon?” Niall groaned.
“We have some microwaveable bacon, but I doubt you want that.”
He wrinkled his nose. If there was one thing Niall hated, it was the shitty pre-cooked bacon Lily bought. I didn’t mind the taste of it, personally, and appreciated its convenience. Niall was a firm believer that bacon should take time and love. “I’m fine with eggs and fruit.”
“That’s what I thought.” Cutting the fruit and not cutting my finger proved to be a task, but I accomplished it and put all the berries and melons on a plate. The eggs, which had been taken off heat during my fruit-cutting, were still warm, so I put them onto individual plates and handed them off to Lily and Niall. “Bon appetit.”
“A meal fit for a king,” Niall exclaimed. He was always too generous when describing my cooking. I wasn’t terrible and my food was almost always edible, but I wasn’t going to become a chef anytime soon. “Thanks, Rosebud.”
The morning continued on as usual, with Lily leaving Niall and I to keep each other company while she went about her morning routine. There was no more discussion on the girl that had come forward about Niall’s student athlete, but I could tell by the duller color of his eyes that it was still weighing heavy on his mind. Which was why when he was looking away and getting things situated for his day at work, I took the Sharpie and scribbled out “you’re a great role model for the students” with about a thousand x’s and o’s underneath it. He grinned and pressed a kiss to my hair when he saw it, and claimed “he’d keep the cup until the end of time, Rosebud.”
But Niall couldn’t hide his disappointment and sorrow. Which, in retrospect, might have been the reason that he had chosen a horror movie. It was probably a last minute decision.
I wasn’t sure what the title of the movie was, but it was some gory and bloody thing with demonic possession. Our families had varying reactions to the film. Greg was falling in and out of sleep, while his parents on the other side of him were cringing at the film. My parents, who had grown up with horror films, seemed to be genuinely enjoying it, letting out little ohs and ahs when something interesting happened. Violet just stared at the screen with the indifference of a Gen Z child, typing away at her phone whenever the plot got too boring for her to handle.
It was only about forty minutes into the movie when Violet nudged my foot with hers and gestured towards the kitchen with her chin. Things had been back to normal between the two of us, the vulnerable night of sleeping by her side long forgotten. I was honestly thankful for the usual attitude. If she started treating me like some frail thing, I might have burst into tears. I had always prided myself on being a strong person, and I was obsessed with Violet and Lily seeing me in the same light. So when we had woken up the next morning, Violet with drool down her chin and my hair in a wild disarray, I wished she would say something normal.
I believe her exact words had been “Jesus, you have bad morning breath,” before she had promptly rolled over to face away from me.
Still, I followed her to the kitchen, Niall’s eyes on me questioningly when Violet and I walked away from the family. I shrugged my shoulders, unaware as to what Violet wanted as much as he was. Unlike Lily and Niall’s apartments, my childhood home had a kitchen separated by a thick wall, so maybe Violet wanted some advice on Selma and Eric and needed privacy. 
When we arrived to the kitchen, however, I did not expect the turn our conversation took.
Without saying anything, she walked to her purse and pulled out a slip of paper, handing it to me. 
“Am I supposed to know what this is?”
“It’s the health specialist at my university. She has a practice outside of the school, so I asked for her office number.”
I stared at it, a little more than confused. “Alright. Cool. What am I supposed to do with it?”
“She’s a psychologist.”
The paper suddenly felt like a weight in my hand. I gaped at her, mouth open like a fish as she stared at me, almost daring me to give it back to her. Which I tried to do almost instantaneously. “I don’t need this, Violet. Save it for someone who actually does.”
“Seeing a therapist isn’t a bad thing, Rose. She can help with the whole Kent thing. She’s been helping me a lot and I really like her, so I think you will too.”
“I’m sure she’s a wonderful lady, but I don’t need to see her.” I crossed my arm over my chest, only after setting the unwanted phone number on the countertop. “This was a little invasive of you.”
“It wasn’t invasive. It’s me trying to help. You’ve got some shit you need to deal with, as do I, and she can help. I mean, she’s no miracle worker, but it would be nice to talk to someone about what happened.”
My mouth went dry. “Violet, nothing happened. People have had it much worse than I have.” I thought about this morning, about Niall’s defeated face when he told me about the girl at the college. “He didn’t...he didn’t assault me or anything. He just made some lewd comments. It isn’t enough to see someone over, trust me.”
“Rose, you’re nearly twenty-five and you have to sleep with someone else in the room.”
I knew deep down that Violet was coming from a place of love, just like all her other jabs and pokes did. But this felt too personal for me to brush off. I had opened up to her that night at Lily’s, and she was throwing it back in my face. “You didn’t have to come into my room that night,” I said defensively, and I wondered if she could tell my voice was ten times icier than it had been before.
“I’m not trying to attack you or anything—”
“That’s what it feels like.”
Lily must have sensed that Violet and I in a kitchen alone would stir some trouble. She came in only seconds later, raising an eyebrow at the two of us. “Having a party in here without me?”
“I gave Rose the therapist’s number and she’s refusing to take it,” Violet commented. 
“Keep your voice down,” I hissed.
“You gave it to her in the middle of the Horan-Fairbrough family night?” Lily asked incredulously. I was happy that she seemed to be as confused as I was, but then her words actually caught up to me.
“You knew?” I asked, turning to face my big sister. “Did you tell her what a bad idea it was?” Lily looked at me, her lips pressed together in a thin line. When she didn’t speak for a few moments, I knew. Maybe it was stupid to feel the stab of betrayal, but I did. “You told her to do it.”
“She was mentioning how much her therapist has helped her with college and I thought it might be beneficial to you. I didn’t know she was going to give it to you during family night.”
Lily never went behind my back. About anything. She and I were always open books with one another. So hearing that she had gone out of her way to ask Violet do this made me feel like shit. “I thought you were fine with me staying at your place?” I couldn’t keep the childlike whine out of my voice. I had never thought that Lily disliked having me in her apartment, but maybe she did. Maybe she had asked Violet about this because she wanted to get rid of me.
“Of course I am, Rose! That’s not the point of this,” Lily was quick to assure me. “I just think talking about it might help.”
I felt like someone had just pulled the rug out from under me. They were asking me to see someone, like I was a giant burden. I would have expected this from Violet, who was always blunt and truthful, but I would have never expected it from Lily. Lily would have sat me down, brought it up, asked my opinions, and then let it go when it seemed like it was something I didn’t want. “Right. Well, I don’t think it will, so let’s drop it and go watch the rest of the movie.”
“Okay,” Lily said, reaching out to rub my shoulder comfortingly. “Yeah, we’ll go back out.”
“No,” Violet mentioned, her posture hard and defiant. “I’m not letting you walk back out there until you take the phone number. Lily may baby you about this, but I’m not going to.”
“Violet,” Lily chastised.
“You let her get away with so much shit, Lil. And then the one time we dare request she do something to help herself, you act like her word is final. You’ve got some serious shit going on, Rose. You need to let it out before it eats you alive.”
“Right now, all I need is to exit this conversation. A conversation, might I remind you, that our parents and Niall don’t know about,” I snapped angrily.
“What don’t I know about?”
Perfect. When I turned, Niall was standing in the kitchen, hip leaning against the counter with the empty bowl of popcorn in his hands. His hair was tousled, most likely from Theo running his fingers through it playfully earlier on in the dinner portion of the night, and he was wearing a flannel that looked soft to the touch. He also looked adorably confused at our conversation.
“Nothing, Ni,” Lily commented, sending a quiet look towards Violet to remind her to keep her mouth shut. Violet huffed impatiently, but luckily shut her mouth. “Need me to get more popcorn?”
“Yeah, Greg’s fat arse ate most of it.” Lily took the bowl from him and got another bag from the pantry, placing it in the microwave. “What are my favorite girls discussing?”
“Rose’s job,” Lily deflected, sending a blinding smile towards Niall, as if that was going to stop him from asking questions. “The hotel’s offering her a couple of free rooms and she was going to use them for our parents’ anniversary. She wanted it to be a surprise, so you can’t tell them, got it?”
“That’s sweet of you, Rosebud. I won’t tell them, promise.” 
“Thanks, Ni,” I breathed out. Violet rolled her eyes.
I knew this conversation was far from over. Violet was glaring at me and Lily was looking at me like she was apologetically about to burst into tears, but all I wanted to do was curl back up on the floor and finish the stupid movie. I knew there would be no more getting scared tonight, due to the fact that I wouldn’t be paying attention to the rest of the film, so I was safe from any nightmares I might have had about a possessed demon child. But the tension hung from the three of us like albatrosses, and it continued as we slowly made our way back to the living room.
“Need me to hold your hand again, Rosebud?” Niall joked. I mustered up a small smile, putting the popcorn bowl between us again. I ignored my sister as they sat back down, Lily for once not cuddling up to Niall’s side. He stared back and forth between the two of us. “Something wrong?” he whispered towards me.
“Nope.”
“That wasn’t very convincing.”
“Drop it, Niall.”
He seemed taken aback by my shortness. His jaw ticked, a sure sign that I knew he was either embarrassed or annoyed, and nodded at me, leaning back against the couch. He didn’t look in my direction for the rest of the film, and while I felt shitty about being so snappish, I couldn’t bring myself to stop. My sisters had somehow ruined my night in one fell swoop.
There was a reason I didn’t talk about what happened at Barkley’s. On top of me being completely done with the situation emotionally, I was also incredibly embarrassed. How had I not noticed that Kent seemed to favor me simply because he thought I was cute? All of the times he had complimented my work ethic, made me feel like I was one of the best employees, and the consecutive months of being employee of the month (which wasn’t a feat because there were only three of us and the other three hardly made their goal sales), he had just been doing it because he wanted to have sex with me.
It made me feel useless.
And if there was one thing I hated most in the world, it was feeling useless.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to Niall, trying to keep my voice soft so my parents wouldn’t overhear. “You caught me in a bad mood, and I shouldn’t take it out on you.”
“No,” he agreed, “you shouldn’t.” But he held up his palm, an invitation. I relaxed immediately, threading my fingers through his and cuddling up against his side. 
He didn’t let go the entirety of family night, his little reassurance that we were okay.
~
I was willing myself not to leave my bed. 
Like usual, I had woken up about three hours after falling asleep. The apartment was quiet and a little chilly, so cuddling up next to Lily’s side would have solved all my problems. But my head continued to revolve around the conversation with Violet and Lily, and now I felt like I was just going to be a burden if I went into her room and bothered her.
The ride back to the apartment from the Horan-Fairbrough family night had been quiet. Lily had kept the volume low so I could talk to her if I wanted to, but there hadn’t been anything to say. Knowing Lily as well as I did, I knew she was feeling guilty. But I couldn’t bring myself to talk about the night’s events with her.
Now, sitting alone in my bed, I wished I would have. 
I shifted my weight, moving so I was laying on my side and facing the door to my room. In the year that I’d been here, I’d made it my own. I had pictures and plants on my shelves, I had brought in a bookcase, and there was art hung on my walls with command strips so I wouldn’t have to put a nail through the wall. This room was my safe space, like nothing bad from the outside world could ever get me when I was in here.
Violet’s words rang in my head.
My hands were on my phone before I could really process what was happening. I scrolled through the Facetime app until I came across Niall’s information, clicking on the silly little photo I’d set as his contact photo. On bated breath, I waited for Niall to answer the phone call. I should have known better than to feel nervous. Niall was the type of guy to always answer, no matter what time of night it was.
Which was why I was staring into a grainy version of his bright blue eyes only seconds later.
“Rosebud,” he grumbled, groggy from sleep. His hair was mussed, his eyes half closed, and he was shirtless. I couldn’t see much because the blanket covered most of his chest, but I still grew a little warm. “What time is it?”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, shaking my head, feeling incredibly foolish. “I shouldn’t have woken you up.”
There was something in the tone of my voice that had him sitting up, eyes opening a little wider. A cute yawn escaped his mouth, but he looked more awake than he had when he had initially picked up the phone. “Don’t be stupid,” he said softly, “what’s up?”
“Has...has Lily ever talked to you about not being happy I’m at her place?”
Niall’s eyebrows furrowed. “No. She loves having you there.”
“You don’t think I’m a...a burden?”
“Rosebud,” he said, and his voice was so soft and sweet that it made me want to cry. “You could never be a burden. Where is all of this coming from?”
The tears came faster than I thought they would. I hated crying in front of people. I could probably count on the fingers of one hand the amount of times I’d done it and all of them had been in front of Lily. Lily, who I knew wouldn’t judge me for it. Niall wouldn’t judge me either, of that I was sure, but I still felt like a stupid little kid when the first tear spilled over.
“God, Rose, please don’t cry. I can’t handle it when you cry.” At the look on my face, he let out a small laugh. “Not because you’re a burden, Rose. Just because seeing you cry honestly breaks my heart.”
“I’m sorry,” I managed to stutter out.
“Don’t be sorry, Rose. Just dry those big brown eyes and talk to me. What’s going on?” I couldn’t answer for a few moments, still trying to stifle my cries so I wouldn’t wake Lily up. I saw Niall start to move on his bed, before I heard his voice. “I’m coming over there.”
“No,” I said immediately, shaking my head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t call to bother you.”
“When are you going to get it through that thick head of yours that you aren’t a burden to me?” he asked, rolling his eyes. “I won’t come if you don’t want me to. But I’ve got to know what’s going on, Rosebud. You’re worrying me a little.”
Once I calmed my tears a little, I sniffled so I wouldn’t look like a complete fool with snot dripping down my nose. “In the kitchen earlier, Violet made a subtle dig that Lily might not like having me here. Like I’m a burden to have. I just...I know you know her better than anyone, and maybe she felt like she couldn’t share her real feelings with me. So I wanted to ask you and see if she’d said anything. You know Lily. she wouldn’t tell me to my face if that’s how she felt because she’s too nice.”
“She is too nice. But she wouldn’t lie to you about something like this, Rosebud. I know for a fact that she doesn’t hate having you there, though. You’ve got to know that.”
I nodded hopelessly, rolling my eyes at myself. “And I just feel so stupid because I can’t sleep unless I’m with someone. That’s why I asked you to stay at your apartment. The idea of sleeping alone terrifies me. But Violet has me paranoid that Lily doesn’t want me here, so I don’t want to wake her up and bother her.”
“Lily won’t mind,” Niall said softly. He was leaning back against his pillows. Sometime during my crying, he had turned on his lamp and basked in the soft yellow light. No one looked good in that awful yellow light, but somehow Niall managed. “But I could stay on the phone with you until you fall asleep, if you want,” he continued. 
“I don’t want you to pity me or think I’m pathetic, either.”
“Rose, I don’t think I’ve met anyone stronger. You take everything in stride and still have a smile on your face. It’s more likely that I’m going to be in complete awe of you.”
My breath caught in my throat, stuck in the center like I needed to swallow it down. His words filled me with the kind of reassurance and comfort I needed at this exact moment, and I sighed when the warmth of his words hit me. “You always know what to say, Niall.”
He laughed. “Not true. I feel like I’m a bumbling mess around you most of the time.”
Frowning, I shook my head. “You’re one of the most eloquent and well-spoken people I’ve ever met. I always value your opinions and advice.” I moved myself back against my pillows, laying on my side and propping my phone up on my nightstand so I didn’t have to hold it up while I conversed with Niall. “You’ll make someone a very happy girl someday.”
I saw the way his eyes softened, like he was lost in a memory. They were the color of the sky in the morning, right when the sun was rising and it was cast in a warm yellow glow. “I don’t know,” he said, raising a hand to the back of his neck. His cheeks, like they normally were when someone complimented him, were an endearing pink. “There’s...there’s really only one girl’s opinion I care about.”
I wanted to sit up straight and demand he tell me more, but I refrained. I knew that acting suddenly might spook him into not telling me. “I didn’t know you liked someone.”
“Like…” he trailed off, shaking his head and letting out a little laugh. It sounded like the word wasn’t sufficient enough for what he was feeling. “Yeah. Yeah, I like her.”
“Tell me about her,” I encouraged, my voice as soft as I could make it.
“You don’t want to hear about this, Rose.”
“I always want to hear about what’s going on in your life.”
He groaned, running his hand through his hair. “I shouldn’t have even said anything.”
“Don’t make me pull the Fairbrough puppy dog eyes.”
“Not the Fairbrough eyes,” he gasped dramatically, clutching his hand to his chest as the both of us let out small laughs. Then, he sobered up, his smile turning a little more soft and caring. “She’s great. Driven, strong, stubborn. She’s got this crazy loyalty to her family, like no other. And she’s probably the most gorgeous fucking girl I’ve ever seen in my life.”
He was describing Lily almost perfectly. I felt the smile growing on my face. As Lily’s sister who wanted the absolute best for her, I knew that Niall was it. He was kind, almost to a fault. He would never hurt her intentionally. The way he revered her...it was how I’d always wanted someone to look at me. “She sounds incredibly special.”
“She is.”
The question was burning on the tip of my tongue, begging to be asked. But these things took time. I didn’t want to scare him away from his feelings for Lily by discussing them, so I let the subject drop. “She’d better get ready to be a babysitter for Horan-Fairbrough family nights. I think Greg passed Theo onto me the second I walked through the door. How that man became a father, I’ll never know.”
He laughed, but there was something off about it, like he was disappointed in the subject change. “Must be because you’re so good with kids.”
“I’m shit with kids. Greg’s just fucking lazy.”
That seemed to bring the smile back to his face and he let out a chuckle that sounded like melted chocolate and sunshine and everything else good in the world. Lily would never be lacking in the husband department when she and Niall got married (because let’s be honest, it was an inevitability). He was the entire package, gifted in every area. He would be the kindest, the handsomest, the funniest. 
I didn’t expect the pang that went through me.
I’d always wanted what Niall and Lily had. The easy friendship and the fiery passion (I imagined there was fiery passion, I’d never personally seen it) and the desperate longing. I wanted someone to look at me the way they looked at each other and talk about me the way Niall talked about Lily now. It was how Patrick and Niamh looked at each other. It was how my mother and father looked at each other.
It felt so impossible, so far away for me, that it made my heart curl in my chest. 
“Tell me what’s going on in that head,” he whispered, and he must have thought I had fallen asleep by the look on my face. I blinked, giving him a soft smile.
“Just thinking.” I heard another voice, something grainy and staticy and narrowed my eyes. “Are you watching TV? I didn’t know my company bored you so much.”
Niall shrugged. “It’s Dawson’s Creek, Rosebud. You’d do the same thing.”
I laughed, snuggling up further against my pillows. “What episode?”
“The one where Joey and Pacey kiss for the first time.”
“Okay, but the car kiss or the fireside kiss?”
“The fireside, obviously.”
“That’s not technically their first kiss,” I pointed out.
“It’s the one that matters,” he countered. “Can you believe there are some idiots who would prefer Joey with Dawson?”
“The horror,” I agreed, rolling my eyes. “Say some of the lines for me so I know what’s going on.”
“I’m not going to talk over one of the best scenes in television history.” He took one glance at my pleading face and groaned. “I hate you, you know that?” 
“No you don’t. If it’s the fireside scene, I have this one memorized. You be Pacey and I’ll be Joey.”
He rolled his eyes, but turned back to the television. His voice came through just seconds after Pacey’s did. “The only reason that you don’t have the answers is because you’ve been too scared to ask yourself the right questions.” I recognized the line right away. 
“What are you talking about?” I replied, grinning when he gave me a look, as if asking do I really have to do this?
“Look!” he suddenly exclaimed, making me laugh and stifle it into my pillow so I didn’t wake up Lily. “I know how I feel. You know how I feel. That much is obvious by now. But during this whole process, we’ve managed to miss the point. Because the point is not how I feel, it’s how you feel. So how do you feel?”
“It’s so obvious she loves him back.”
“Oi! If I have to do the lines, you have to do the lines too.”
“Awful!” I copied his exaggeration and heard him chuckle. “That’s how I feel Niall—”
“We’re supposed to be Pacey and Joey!”
“I’m adding flair! That’s how I feel Niall, I feel awful.”
“So do I. When I was kissing you tonight, I don’t think I’ve ever felt better and worse in my entire life. I mean, the very idea that...who should be Dawson and Andy?”
“Patrick and Niamh.”
He raised a brow. “Hopefully Niamh and Patrick aren’t cheating on each other with the two of us.”
“Just finish it!”
“The very idea that Niamh or Patrick could find out about us is killing me. It is tearing me up on the inside to have these feelings for you, but I can’t get rid of them. I can’t keep on kissing you, Rose.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean just that. I can’t keep on kissing you. Alright, I’ve done it twice now! I can’t be the one who’s always initiating this. I can’t be the one who’s always giving you all the answers. Look at me, Rose.”
“Shit I forgot the next line.”
“What a shit Dawson’s Creek fan you are. I thought you knew all the lines.”
“Shut up,” I laughed, pausing the Facetime so I could look up the exact scene lines. “I can’t,” I said dramatically, finding the lines easily and returning to the Facetime so I could see Niall giving me a deadpan look. 
“Please,” he recited. I went to go find the script again but he protested. “You’re supposed to be looking at me! You’re not a very good Joey.”
“It’s your line anyway.”
“If you felt even one shred of what I feel for you...then we wouldn’t be standing here having this conversation.”
There wasn’t another line for me to reply with, as Pacey and Joey had finally kissed, so I looked at Niall with a grin on my face. He was staring at me, something unreadable in his eyes. I knew that our game of reciting lines was over in the way that his eyes burned and his mouth turned downwards at the corners. I wished more than anything that he was here so I could reach out and embrace him, reassure him that there was no possible way that Lily didn’t love him back. He didn’t have to be heartbroken anymore.
“Unrequited love is a bitch,” I said in a whisper.
“I thought you said it was obvious that Joey loved him,” he replied.
“It is. I just meant...in general. It’s a bitch. But we should still tell the people we love that we love them. Life’s too short.”
He swallowed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
It was silent between us. I didn’t ask Niall to recite any more lines and he didn’t ask me to join in. He just sat and watched his TV and I just sat and watched him. Eventually, my eyes slowly closed and I drifted off into sleep.
I heard him whisper a “goodnight, Rosebud,” before I completely fell.
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I woke up, for the first time in the past year, alone in my bed. 
When my eyes opened, I blearily glanced at my clock. If waking up by myself hadn’t surprised me enough for one morning, then I would have been surprised at how late I had slept in. Most days I was up around the same time as Lily, since I could never go back to sleep if she started making lots of noise. Looking at my clock now, my eyes widened a little bit when I saw it was just four minutes past nine, which meant Lily and Niall had already been at work for an hour. 
I allowed myself only five minutes to stay cuddled in my blankets before I stood, rubbing my eyes and making my way to the kitchen. The coffee was still out, though it was probably cold. Since I usually didn’t eat much for breakfast, I just popped bread in the toaster and poured myself a cup, shoving it in the microwave to heat it up.
Since Lily and I hadn’t really gotten a chance to talk about what had happened, I regarded the little pink Post-It note with hesitance. I knew that she was apologizing. But I still felt a little sad. The betrayal and anger had left me last night, as I was falling asleep with Niall humming something in the background. I was still furious with Violet and probably would be for the foreseeable future, but it was hard to be mad at Lily when she meant so much to me.
Dinner on me tonight. We’ll hang out and talk. Stopping by the bundt cake place after work and getting white chocolate raspberry. Your fave!! Love you.
I set the note back on the counter and retrieved my cup of coffee. I didn’t have much to do today since it was one of my days off, but I felt too antsy to stay in the house. Deciding to get ready for the day and see where it took me, I headed back towards my room with my plate and coffee cup in my hand.
I wondered how Niall was doing. Today was the day that they were meeting with the dean to discuss the expulsion status of the sexual assaulter. Knowing him, he would be incredibly stressed and worried about the whole ordeal. 
Which was why I found myself standing in the donut shop thirty minutes later.
“Rose!” The owner, Matilda, said. She was a larger woman with pretty dark skin and incredibly white teeth. “Nice to see you. Day off?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“You here for Lily and Niall’s favorites?” 
“Just Niall today. I’ll get four of his favorites. He’s meeting with the dean at his job about a student and I thought he could use the pick me up.”
Matilda grinned at me. “You are too sweet. Niall’s lucky to have you.”
“I’m the lucky one,” I responded. And it was true. I was so incredibly lucky to have Niall in my life.
She walked back towards the display cases, grabbing a vanilla cake with chocolate frosting donut, sprinkled with coconut shavings. Niall could devour three of them in a minute. As she loaded up the to-go box with the donuts, she added in a maple bar for me. “How long have y’all been together?”
It took me a moment to process her question. I blinked at her, giving her a confused smile. “Oh, Niall and I aren’t together. He’s in love with my sister, Lily.”
Matilda’s eyebrows drew together in confusion. “No shit? I could have sworn he was all moon-eyed over you. When you used to come in here with him back when you in school, he would stare at you with the most adorable look on his face.”
I laughed. “Knowing him, he was looking longingly at the donut I was holding. He and Lily are soulmates. Our whole family has a bet on when they’re going to get together.”
She handed me the box, accepting the tenner I passed over the counter. “You know, my David just got married. Nice girl. They moved to New York, so they’re too far away, but I just found out she’s pregnant.”
“Grandma Matilda. It’s got a ring to it,” I joked. 
“I could have sworn he was going to end up with his childhood friend, Zoe. They did everything together when they were younger. They’re still super close. In fact, she and Clarissa, the new wife, hit it off. Zoe was the maid of honor.” I didn’t really realize the point of her story, but I didn’t care. I could listen to Matilda talk for ages. She was just someone you wanted to listen to. “If I had made bets on Zoe and David, I would have lost.”
“I might lose because of the timing,” I countered, shuffling with the change she handed me, “but they’re definitely getting together.”
Matilda shooed me out of the shop with a wave of her hand and a threat that if I didn’t come visit her soon, she’d drag me out of the apartment by herself. I just grinned and got another Uber to take me to the college. 
Niall’s coworkers knew Lily like the back of their hands. They were always wondering who it was that Niall was taking out to lunch. However, they didn’t know me. Which was why when I walked into the athletics building of the college and asked to see Niall, the secretary looked at me a little strangely. 
“Sure,” she said hesitantly, like she didn’t think Niall knew anyone else besides Lily. “Just fill out this sign-in sheet and let me print you out a visitor sticker.” I filled out the sheet and handed it back to her. The second she saw my last name, she understood. “Oh. Fairbrough. You Lily’s sister?”
“Guilty.”
“He might still be in the meeting with the dean, but feel free to wait in his office. If he is still in the meeting, it won’t be long. Ten minutes tops.”
Offering my thanks, I made my way through the building. It was decorated with sports jerseys from the college, as well as professional jerseys. I realized I had never been in Niall’s office before, so when I walked in, I was a little surprised to see how open and spacious it was. Obviously I didn’t think he worked in a tiny little cramped space, but there were large windows on one wall and his desk only took up a quarter of the room, meaning he still had a good amount of space for filing cabinets and things of the like. I sat in one of the chairs on the opposite side of the desk, admiring the pictures and little knick knacks that littered his space. Just like in his room, the frame he had next to his computer had pictures of he and his family and my sisters and I. 
The door opened and slammed shut. Niall hadn’t noticed me yet, but he was pinching the bridge of his nose and looked like he had the headache of the century. I heard him let out a tiny curse before he opened his eyes and all anger melted away from his face, leaving only confusion.
“Rose?” he asked softly, like I was a figment of the imagination.
“Hi Niall!” I greeted cheerily, ignoring how wrong it felt when he didn’t call me Rosebud. “I brought donuts.”
He ignored the proffered white box, instead marching forward with purpose and wrapping his arms around me. A surprised grunt left my mouth, but he clutched me like I was a lifeline and I immediately wrapped my arms around his back. I let him cling to me, sensing it was something he needed. Honestly, I probably needed it too. It was nice to be held and know that Niall wanted to keep me safe from any harm.
“That bad?” I whispered into his shoulder.
“They had us talk to the girl afterwards. She had a meltdown. It was horrifying to watch.” His grip on my waist tightened.
“I figured it would be bad. I brought donuts,” I said again, weakly. 
“Don’t need donuts,” he stated, “just need you.”
“I’m here.”
I couldn’t begin to fathom the moments we stood there, just gripping onto one another. Occasionally, his hand would move from my waist to my hair, tangling there and drawing me even closer, like he couldn’t believe I was there. My forehead pressed into his shirt, a pretty lilac color. One of the many things I loved about Niall was that he wasn’t afraid to wear color. The purple soothed me a little bit, even though I hadn’t come into his work wanting to be soothed.
Eventually, he pulled away. His eyes were red and he looked on the verge of tears. “What’re you doing here?” he asked gruffly, his voice low from emotion.
I reached out and grabbed his hand, not wanting the contact between us to end. He laced our fingers together immediately. “I knew today would be tough. And you were so supportive and...there for me last night that I wanted to do the same for you.”
“You don’t have to pay me back for last night, Rose. I wanted to.”
“And I wanted to help today,” I argued, shoving the box of donuts at him once more. He smiled and took them. “Matilda has threatened to come hunt us down if we don’t come in more often.”
“I don’t need to be seeing Matilda on a daily basis unless she wants to roll me out of the building.” He sat at his desk, across from me, and dug into his donuts. I wondered if he had been too nervous to eat anything that morning, despite the fact that Lily made them breakfast. 
“I realized I’ve never been in your office,” I commented as he ate. “I love it. It’s bigger than I expected.”
“Yeah, it’s a pretty decent setup. I can give you a tour of the campus later, if you’d like.”
 I nodded enthusiastically. Though I’d known Niall nearly all my life, I’d never really been around the campus he worked at. I’d been once or twice for a class that they offered when spots at my own college were limited, but that was it. 
He reached into the  box and handed me my maple bar, along with a couple of napkins so I wouldn’t get his desk sticky. We ate in comfortable silence, him looking over some documents and me just enjoying being in his presence. Once I had taken my last bite and he had shuffled his papers around, he cleared his throat and gestured towards the door.
“C’mon, we’ve got a pretty decent coffee place and I know the pot was probably cold when you woke up. Microwaved coffee is shit.”
“It was fine.” I shrugged. I hadn’t minded it that morning, more focused on my plan to comfort Niall. 
“Bullshit,” he said, giving me a grin that for some reason did weird things to my heart. Holding out his hand, I laced our fingers together as he led us out of his office. The secretary’s eyes nearly popped out when she saw us together, leaning over to whisper something quickly to a coworker that was sitting at the front desk. It made me a little uncomfortable, but Niall pulled me along quickly so I didn’t have time to dwell.
The college was gorgeous. I could admit that. It was even prettier than the own college I attended. When Violet had been applying for colleges, this had been one of her main contenders because of how gorgeous it was. Ultimately, it didn’t have a veterinarian program like the college I attended. Therefore, she was at my alma mater. Still, as Niall pointed things out with the hand that wasn’t holding mine, I made sure to comment on how pretty the layout of it was.
“Hey, Mr. H!” I heard someone shout when we started walking towards the little coffee stand outside of one of the buildings. Niall blushed a little at being called “mister” in front of me; it was as endearing as every other time he blushed when he was complimented. The kid walking towards us waved his hand enthusiastically.
“What’s up, Jordan?” Niall asked, grasping Jordan’s hand and pulling him into that guy hug I’d seen him do many times before to his brother. “Aren’t you supposed to be in Styles’ class right now?”
Jordan was a muscular kid with shoulder-length brown hair and pretty dark brown eyes. “Nah, he cancelled today. My girlfriend and I were going to get some coffee and then see a movie. She’s technically got Payne in twenty minutes, but they’re just doing an optional extra credit quiz.” I saw his eyes wander over to me, wondering who the girl with Mr. H was.
“Jordan, this is my friend, Rose. Rose, this is Jordan. He’s probably one of the best baseball players this college has seen in a while.”
I didn’t know shit about baseball, but I smiled. “Nice to meet you, Jordan.” His hand engulfed mine comically when he shook it. “I’ll give you a tenner if you call him Mr. H again. He got so red.”
Jordan laughed. “We call him Mr. H until he tells our coaches to push us harder. Then we call him names behind his back.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Niall said, waving off Jordan’s comments. “What are you and Poppy getting? I’ll buy.”
“Mr. H, you don’t have to!”
“It’s pointless arguing with him,” I told Jordan, shrugging. “I usually just relish in the free stuff.”
Jordan laughed. “In that case, just a vanilla latte and a caramel macchiato.”
Niall didn’t bother asking me for my order, since he knew how I took my coffee. He stepped forward to the cart to order, leaving Jordan and I a little ways back. “So, what’re you studying?” I asked Jordan.
“Kinesiology,” he responded. I was impressed. I could never get into the big sciences. “You?”
“Graduated a couple years back with a business major and marketing minor.”
“Cool. You’re lucky to be such good friends with Mr. H. He’s one of the nicest guys I’ve met. Told me he’d give me a letter of recommendation for my masters program in the fall.”
“Sounds like him,” I agreed. And it did. Niall wouldn’t hesitate to help his athletes. Plus, I imagined for Jordan’s sake that a letter of recommendation from the athletics director of the school was nothing to scoff at. 
Niall returned with our coffee, handing Jordan his two drinks. “We’ve got to take off, but come visit me sometime, yeah? Have fun with Poppy.”
“Thanks, Mr. H. I’ll see you later.”
Jordan walked off, leaving the two of us to enjoy our coffee as we made our way through the courtyard of the school. “You really make an impact in these students’ lives.”
He shrugged. “A lot of directors are removed from the teams. They let the coaches do all the work. I want to be involved in the careers of the athletes. Feel like I helped them in some way.”
I grinned, taking his hand and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. He squeezed me into his side. “You help everyone in every way. It’s pretty much impossible to meet you and not be affected in the best of ways.”
That blush came again and I smiled at the sight of it. “You’ve got to stop complimenting me. It’ll all go to my head.”
He wasn’t expecting the shove, but after he finished being dramatic about how I could have killed him, he wrapped his arm around me again and I caught him smiling.
I realized I hadn’t thought of the situation with Kent, my lackluster job, or my sisters once.
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geeksandkinks · 4 years
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Bucky Barnes x Reader
One Shot Word Count: 2292 Warnings: PTSD and a soft Bucky boy
A/N: Established friends. Bucky dealing with some PTSD coming home from a mission just needing some fluff. Which is different for me to write so feedback is cool.
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Bucky was quiet and that was nothing out of the ordinary, especially after a mission. This one had some close calls but we all made it out alive, minimal damage and that was a success to you. You knew he was struggling regardless though, he didn’t hide it well or maybe you just knew him well enough now. You gave him some time though. That's what everyone seemed to need when we got back, some time to decompress, shower, get any wounds cleaned up and stitched. Maybe eat and even get some sleep before interacting again.
Everyone respected each other's way of dealing, and for you a deep clean shower and some food was all it took to spark you back up. Feeling like a new person once the dirt and grime and blood was scrubbed off twice. It was quiet on the compound though, figuring everyone else was cooped up in their room and that just gave you the freedom. Getting a pot, filling it with water and waiting for it to boil because after some strenuous activity - carbs. Mac and cheese specifically.
Changing into a long sleeve shirt Bucky lend you when you first got here, something you refused to get rid of and something you wished still smelt like him but not something you’d ever admit. A pair of black shorts under the maroon shirt and some thick wool socks because these super soldiers for some reason never got cold.
A song swirling in your head, the tune coming out in a hum as your hips swayed with it a bit, standing over the pot of water that hasn’t even shown any sign of life yet. Your phone in your hands as you stand in front of it, scrolling through the social media account you’re not supposed to have but it’s under an alias so you figured no harm, no foul, right? Right.
“If you add salt it will boil faster…” His voice breaks the silence of the compound and the song in your head, jumping back and clutching your phone to your chest. “Bucky, Jesus… can you give a girl a notice…” Your heart is pounding in your chest and honestly it doesn’t help that it’s Bucky. He’s usually the most recluse after a mission and he was the last one you expected to break the silence. You heard him though and grab the salt, “Like, how much salt?” You narrow your eyes slightly and he rolls his in return before closing the distance. Cooking wasn’t your forte but you could bake Satan into forgiveness.
Taking the salt from you and you get a catch of his scent, that dumb old spice he uses - it was big around the time he went to the war so maybe it felt familiar. He smelt good regardless and it was only dumb because it was familiar to you now. It was Bucky. It’s what the shirt used to smell like and you glanced at the side of his face as he poured in just a bit of salt and set it down and created some distance. Bucky was - beautiful. The way his damp hair fell, the scruff of his beard still somehow accented his jaw and his lashes hid those blue eyes that held conversations.
You had been with this team for almost a year. Found and brought in by Fury, fighting was all you were good at but as the team worked with you - you found your place, your power and some days were better than others but regardless you had grown. Bucky was a part of that, he made it hard to speak when he looked at you in the beginning but now he just couldn’t shut you up. You had pushed your feelings for him aside, far aside. He had never shown interest in that kind of way and even in close tension times he never made a move. When you asked Natasha about him she just said not to get your hopes up.
“Thanks salt bae.” You give him a smug smile and grab the two boxes of pasta, ripping them open and waiting to see a bubble to throw it in.
“I don’t even want to know…” He mumbles back to your comment, grabbing a glass and getting some water. A navy long sleeve shirt and sweats, somehow still fitting and you’re glad you have bubbles to hunt for. “I can’t believe you still have that shirt.. That was almost a year ago, right?” The glass is brought up to his lips when you look at him, a shrug and a nod before you glance around to make sure he isn’t talking to someone else.
Time wasn’t kind to Bucky and when he asked things like that you knew he was scared. Did he remember, did more time pass, was the mission real or was it someone else's, did he go off on his own, did someone get a hold of him. Some of the questions that flooded his head when it got bad. Some of the questions he had asked you in a moment of panic.
“Yeah, almost a year ago and what can I say, you stretched it out just right.” You froze a bit, did that sound sexual, would Bucky get it as that? You cheeks flush slightly but he doesn’t catch on and you breathe.
A short chuckle through his nose, “And we were gone for 26 days this time?” His jaw flexed with the question when you looked over at him. You take the second to pour the pasta in before taking the few steps to Bucky, searching his eyes but not touching him as difficult as that was. “26 exactly, Buck… You were there for all of them. You didn’t leave our sides. I promise.” Your voice soft and Bucky brought this side out of you that you didn’t know you had. Most of your life was spent being harsh and using sarcasm as a coping mechanism. Alone.
This was the first sense of a family in years and that was another reason you pushed your feelings aside, you couldn't put this in jeopardy.
He presses his lips in a line and takes another drink to finish off the glass, “Right.. Yeah, thanks..” There was still doubt in his eyes but all you could do was tell him the truth that he was there, he’d have to figure the rest out on his own. As much as you wished he would lean on someone even if it wasn’t you.
Your fingers twitched to just run a hand down his arm but you resisted and went back to the pot boiling now. Stirring it with a butter knife because finding the right utensil was too difficult right now, the look in Bucky's eyes still dwelling. A red plastic ladle spoon coming over your shoulder and you let out a huff taking it and putting the knife on the counter. “Would you like to take over, Chef Barnes?” Glancing over your shoulder with a smirk. “If you want it to be edible then I probably should.” Bucky had lots of hidden talents and cooking was one of them even though he made a lot of soups - they were delicious. Mocking him with an eye roll you give up your position and the ladle. “It’s mac and cheese, don’t let it go to you head.” Your arms crossed under your chest as you watch like it's some kind of lesson now or maybe it just gave an excuse to see if he was okay.
“It’s macaroni and cheese and you’d still find a way to ruin it.” His lips tug at the corner and it's enough to force a full one across your lips. Lighthearted Bucky was hard to come by but god it was beautiful and rare, a unicorn almost. You reach over and poke his arm, “I don’t ruin everything… just - things you consume.” You let a soft laugh leave your lips. He gives you a sideways glance and you poke him again, he shakes his head and you pass his arm and get his side where he flinches and there's a glimpse of a full smile that gets a soft laugh out of you. “Someone is ticklish!” You tease and he puts the spoon down in the pot, “I’m not.” He crosses his arms and gives you a warning glance but you can’t help yourself, wiggling your fingers at him like he's a four year old and he steps back. It’s enough of a motion you launch at him and your fingers start digging into his sides and he's laughing. Looking like a fucking god with his hair and he has an open mouth smile and that sweet sound of his laugh. It doesn’t last long though, he has both of your wrists and while the look in his eyes is playful you are quite aware of just how fucked you are.
“Fuck…” He quirks an eyebrow at you and before you can even try to get away he turns you around and wraps both his arms over yours, picking you up off the ground and you’re pleading, “I’m sorry! I won’t tell anyone Bucky, your secret is safe with me! Don’t crush me! Don't tickle me! Please!” You struggle to get free and he finally lets your feet hit the ground a few steps away from the boiling pot and he does his best to keep you trapped with his left, heavy arm while the right digs at your sides and you’re losing. Screaming and laughing and threatening you’re going to pee when he lets you go with a laugh, a genuine laugh coming from Bucky again, you wonder if he knows how breathtaking this view is and you’re staring while you catch your breath, laughing subsiding and he asks, “What?” Catching the way you’re looking at him.
“Nothing, it’s just nice to see you smile.” There's still a soft one on your lips but his falters just a bit and he shrugs. The moment feels lost and there's a pang of guilt that hits you and forces you to act out. Your arms wrap around his neck and you pull him in, its for just a few seconds before you realize and you start to let go but his arms wrap around your lower back. Firm, heavy and keeping you pressed up against him. Sure it wasn’t your first hug but it was only like your third and it felt nice each time. He was warm, solid, Bucky always felt safe even if he was just in plain view things felt safe and you knew you didn’t provide that kind of net to him but you hoped it was something.
“You’ve been here the whole time Bucky, I promise.” This hug was different, the way he had his arms around you and his forehead on your shoulder burying his face, your fingers brush through his hair and move over the tops of his shoulders. There's a muffled sound from him but he doesn’t let himself enjoy it, lifting his head and looking at you, and it says it all as he lets go, turns the stove off and nods to head to bed. He’s right, sleep is needed but how much better would sleep be in his arms - and that's when you’re sure there won’t be much sleep tonight.
And you’re right, time is in slow motion and it’s only been an hour since overcooking noodles and it feels like the sun should be up any minute. Your brain won’t shut off thinking you did the wrong thing, moved too quick, touched too much. It’s not like - and there's a knock.
You’re almost sure it’s going to be Steve from being too loud earlier or to see if you’re going to finish the macaroni so you swing the door open with a sigh but it’s quick caught in your throat when it’s Bucky.
“I- sorry… I wasn’t expecting, are you - is everything okay?” You look around him and then at him, he walks in your room as if opening the door was enough of an invitation. Heading straight for your bed and laying on his back. “I can’t sleep.” This is out of character for Bucky and your expression shows that. He knows that and he closes his eyes with a sigh, talking that way as if not looking at me would make it easier. “I - my mom used to do that. I remember it. Used to run her fingers through my hair when I couldn’t sleep and I -” You get where he’s going and while you want to revel in this moment this is Bucky being vulnerable and it wouldn’t last if it wasn’t acted on. You make your way on your bed, sitting up against the bed frame and pat your thigh. “I don’t mind, Bucky.” Your voice is soft. He head now on your thigh and your fingers scratch at his scalp before running through his hair, silence between the two of you and both your eyes close.
This is far off from you usually having your own guard up for the sake of your feelings and Bucky having the multitude of his from decades of people fucking with him. Everything is broken down right now and that’s dangerous grounds for you because you know in a few hours he will act like this never happened. You swallow down that emotion creeping up and wait for sleep to take over both of you.
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firewoodfigs · 4 years
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letters to a young poet 
Summary: Riza Hawkeye, a young, aspiring poet, exchanges letters with her fiancé, Roy Mustang during his time in the military academy. He attempts to write her poems and prose about life and love, and occasionally sends her presents to remind her of him. Like his boxers.
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(a/n: (i) title is taken from Rilke's book. (ii) tw: the timeline of this is largely based on yet another man's battlefield, so there are brief mentions of racism here. (iii) I recommend reading on ao3 instead because... formatting issues, again xD (iv) original poetry at the end)
for @royaiweek 2020 - thank you to the lovely mods for organising!! 💖 
~x~
“Promise you’ll write to me when I’m away?”
“Of course, Roy,” Riza drawls idly as she adjusts his coat and ensures that his tie is neatly in place.
“Thank you. I’m going to miss you terribly, you know,” he says, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before stretching his arms out invitingly. Smiling, she leans in and allows herself to be crushed to his chest in a warm, firm embrace.
God, I’m really going to miss her, he thinks, as he inhales her scent - a lovely mix of gunpowder and peonies and old books - and incarcerates it in his memory.
Roy steps back to admire her pretty countenance properly. Pride and admiration swells in his heart, and he can't help but run his fingers gently through her flaxen tresses once more before resting them on her lips.  
“Let me be your muse,” Roy declares with a triumphant grin, pressing a hand to his heart with a melodramatic flourish that earns an amused eye roll from his fiancée. “For parting is such sweet sorrow, and -“
“Shut up.” She pulls him by his tie to kiss him roughly, before flashing a wicked grin and kicking him out of the door. “Get going, you lovesick, histrionic fool.”
Riza throws his belongings out and slams the door as he stares at the wood longingly with an endearing pout.
~x~
June 8th
Dear Riza,
How doth your literary endeavours come along? I hope all is well with thee. Whenever I close my eyes, I see you Like a midsummer’s night dream, exquisite And when I open my eyes to sunlight I cannot wait to see you once again.
All my love, Roy.
~x~
June 12th
Roy,
Stop trying to imitate Shakespeare and force all your sentences into iambic pentameters. It makes me shudder - in disgust, not delight, lest you misconstrue what I’m saying.
Anyway, my literary endeavours are coming along fine. I’ve been spending my time reading some of the books you got me for my birthday, and for someone who writes so incorrigibly you sure do have impeccable taste. All is well on my end. What about you? How are you adjusting to the academy?
Thanks for the pressed flowers that you sent over, by the way. They’re surprisingly lovely, though I’m sure all credit goes to Vanessa’s guidance.
I also enclosed a scarf that I personally knitted for you in case it gets cold at night. Because you have an uncanny tendency to misplace your things, I embroidered a few water droplets in blue at the bottom for clearer identification (if you lose it I’m never making you anything ever again, this took me days to complete).
Hopefully, they serve as a reminder to you that you’re useless in the rain as well, so that you’ll refrain from doing anything reckless or stupid in my absence.
All my love, Riza.
~x~
Roy tears the package open with all the enthusiasm of a child opening his presents on Christmas morning the instant it lands in his hands. His eyes light up appreciatively at the lovely scarf, laughing at the tiny water droplets at the bottom that she’d added as a personal touch.
When he reads her letter and realises its intended meaning, though, an indignant frown makes its way to his handsome features.
Nevertheless, he dons it on immediately, relishing in the warm comfort and how it smelt like her, like flowers blooming in spring (even if his fiancée didn’t appreciate his poetic attempts, he very much liked to believe he was capable of using a simile properly).
June 16th
Dear Riza,
Thank you for the lovely gift, although your harsh words wound me terribly. Nevertheless, I understand that underneath your acerbic tongue lies a tender heart full of love, and I am a lucky man to be the sole recipient of it. I’m glad you liked the flowers. One day I’ll buy you a carful of them, I promise.
Things are going fine here. I’m adjusting well to the ridiculous sleep schedule (you’re the only person I know who willingly wakes up at seven in the morning daily), and with the rigorous physical training we have to endure I believe you’ll have a glorious set of washboard abs to admire the next time you see me.
I must say, though, the food here is pretty bad. Spinach quiche is pretty much the only edible thing, but this man - I think his name was Huggles or something. Sorry, Hughes - had the audacity to take the last piece of quiche right under my nose.
(Per your commands, though, I refrained from trying anything stupid.)
What’s even worse is the racial prejudice. The other day I saw an Ishvalan getting bullied by a trio of ugly men, but they left before I realised what was really happening… So I helped him out after that. I can’t bear it, to this day - they picked on him just because of his skin colour, for goodness sake! It was completely unwarranted.  
It’s only been a week but I already miss you terribly. Can’t wait till I see you again.
All my love, which extends from one end of Amestris to Xing, Roy.
~x~
June 21st
Dear Roy,
Sure, keep deluding yourself however you like if it makes you happy. You’re not the only recipient, by the way - I made a cute little scarf for Hayate, too, who has replaced your ‘snuggling spot’ in my bed, as you like to call it. Between the both of you I sometimes can’t tell who smells worse.
Also, don’t be ridiculous - what would I even do with a carful of flowers?
I’m glad to hear that things are fine on your end. Waking up at seven is a wonderful thing, especially when you get to see the sunrise, no? I look forward to seeing those abs, though with your drinking habits I’m sure you’ll probably end up with a beer belly in the foreseeable future. Don’t drink too much.
I’m sorry to hear about the quiche. I’ll make you one when you’re back. If it makes you feel better, though, I’ve sent some cookies I made the other day to you as well. Express delivery, in case they go bad.
Also, even if you haven’t already punched the Hughes guy I can already envision you slamming your tray down on the table, turning around to scowl at him like a petulant child and competing with him in just about everything you do.
All I will say is this: relax, it’s just a bloody quiche.
Good to know that you did that! The Ishvalans most certainly don’t deserve such treatment. No one does, of course, but it’s frustrating that certain ethnicities still continue to be singled out and ostracised in Amestris, despite the state’s proclamation that it’s a cosmopolitan society accepting of different cultures and whatnot… Until then, we have to stand with them, stand up for what’s right, and -- oh, I don’t mean to ramble. Just know that I’m proud of you, Roy. Keep at it.  
If it does make you feel better I suppose a tiny part of me does miss you too. Just the slightest.
All my love, Riza (not interested in your silly competitions) Hawkeye.
~x~
Roy blanched at the bag of cookies she’d sent him and the thought of Riza’s quiche. Cooking had never been her strongest suit, and while she was talented in many areas somehow all of that seemed to go away every time she entered a kitchen.
Nevertheless, it was Riza who’d painstakingly made them, and because he appreciates his fiancée’s efforts he vows to eat every single one of them even in her absence.
He bites down on a cookie apprehensively, and is pleasantly surprised to discover that it’s edible. It bears emphasising that this is an incredible feat for Riza Hawkeye - considering how she’d managed to almost burn the entire kitchen down when she tried to make a simple pasta dish for his birthday.
(Fortunately, they’d managed to extinguish it, but afterwards Roy mentally designated himself as head chef for the rest of their lives.)
Deeply touched by the gesture, he wraps one of his shirts to send back as a gift. The thought of her dressed in his apparel has him grinning like the lovesick, histrionic fool that Riza said he was.
June 26th 
Dear Riza,
Don’t say that, I definitely smell better than Hayate. And I know for a fact that you love me, although maybe not as much as I love you -- my love for you knows no territorial boundaries.
You could curate your own gardens with a carful of flowers, I suppose. And we could… Well, smell the flowers and procrastinate together?
It is - the sunlight reminds me of you, and I appreciate that. A lot. I also haven’t been drinking, so don’t worry - these glorious abs are definitely en route to you.
Thank you for the cookies - they were delicious, and I look forward to your quiche when I return. Baby steps, alright? I hope the kitchen will still be intact when I come home.
… It’s sometimes creepy how well you know me… But I think you’ll be pleased to at least know that I became friends with Hughes, after we confronted said trio.
We also made a new friend today - Heathcliff! He’s the Ishvalan I told you about in my last letter. He told us he joined the military because he wanted to change and empower the people’s perceptions of Ishval and its culture from a point of leadership. I think that’s an admirable dream - one that I’d like to assist in, too. He’s been a great friend, and I can’t stand to see him be the recipient of so many pejorative remarks. It’s completely unjustified, and you’re absolutely right on that point.
I take that as an admission that you miss me ‘most ardently’ - have you been writing poems about me in my absence?  
On that note, you’ll be pleased to know that I have a break on the 8th of July for a couple of days. Want to do something fun? I know you’ve been dying to check out that shooting range, and I’ve been training in the academy for my victory.
All my love, kisses and glorious abs, Roy
P.S. I’ve also enclosed a token of my own affection herein for you - hopefully it reminds you of me whenever you wear it.
~x~
Riza stared confusedly at the oddly-shaped lump that surfaced after she opened the package. After reading his letter she was expecting one of his shirts, maybe one of his button-downs that would’ve been perfect as an oversized sleeping top on her, but she certainly wasn’t expecting his…
Boxers.
His boxers, of all things. She holds it up to scrutinise it in its full glory, and it’s peppered with little puppies - his favorite pair.
To say Riza is surprised is an understatement. She’s not quite sure why he’d sent her his boxers or how she’s supposed to even wear it, but she chucks it aside in the laundry for him to retrieve it when he returns.
July the 8th. The date's circled in bold, bright red on her calendar.  
She’d never admit this out loud to any living person, not even her best friend Rebecca. The only person who’d heard her let out an almost-giggle (almost, because Riza Hawkeye did not do giggles) in excitement was Hayate. Because God, did she miss him terribly, and true to his predictions he’d been her muse for quite a number of her recent poetic endeavours.
July 3rd
Dear Roy,
Whatever, you insane idiot. I miss you and I love you too. That is all.
For the record, the kitchen is still intact, and will continue to be so. My cooking skills aren’t that bad.  
That’s great to hear. You’re an honorable and intelligent (this is questionable) man, Roy, and I would definitely like to see that kind of change happening. I hope Heathcliff is well, too - send him my regards.
… I refuse to lower myself to drawing smiley faces on my letters, but you’ll see one on July the 8th in person.
And yes, it would be nice to check out that shooting range, though let’s be real - we both know you can’t defeat me no matter how hard you try. I do live up to my namesake, after all.
All my love, Riza
P.S I don’t know if it was intentional, but I never knew you had a thing for me wearing your boxers. Unfortunately, they are way too loose for me and I won’t be wearing them any time soon. Your underwear and I eagerly await your return.
~x~
The 8th of July finally comes around. Everyone in the academy is astonished at just how fast Roy Mustang is capable of running. He might’ve been the golden boy, and he generally outran most, if not all, of them during their training sessions, but now he looked like his pants were on fire as he made a dash for the gate and boarded the first train in a sweaty mess.
Roy continues running like a madman after alighting the train, desperate to reach their home as soon as possible to explain his predicament. He certainly hadn’t intended to send his underwear over, and was sure that one of the other men must have done so as a practical joke on him.
(Fortunately for the culprit, Roy didn’t manage to identify who he was, but there would certainly be hell to pay when he did so.)
As if on cue, Riza opens the door with a beatific smile adorning her features. “I can hear you panting all the way from the other end of Amestris, Roy.”
He chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. “Well, I’m excited to see you, for starters. And, uh…”
“You want your underwear back?”
“Yes, of course I do.” He pants, struggling to catch his breath while trying to formulate a coherent explanation. “Look, I swear it wasn’t deliberate - I intended to send you one of my shirts, and I definitely don’t have a thing for you wearing my boxers. I don’t know which idiot in the academy substituted my shirt for my underwear to sabotage -” She lets out a laugh. It's loud, unrestrained. Roy thinks it’s the most beautiful sound he’s heard in a month. “You really are hopeless, Roy. It’s fine. Defeat me at the shooting range, and you can have it back tonight.”
~x~
In the end, his favorite pair of boxers sits at the bottom of the laundry for the rest of the day, because Riza Hawkeye is an indomitable force of nature at the shooting range.
She does, however, have a poem written for him, and he’s so enraptured by it that he forgets all about the underwear fiasco. “I’m back home, ma chérie,” he whispers as he runs his fingers down the groove of her spine, as if he’s tracing constellations on the canvas of her back while they lay together on satin, hearts thrumming in harmony. “I’d like to keep holding you close, too -” he recites, but he’s quickly interrupted by her.
“You sound best when you don’t speak, Roy,” and with that Riza silences him with a fiery kiss that rouses an overwhelming conflagration in him.
One that can only be put out by her.
Roy grins delightfully into the kiss, all too willing to oblige. Her lips are an inviting chamber of unbridled affection and unsatisfied desire, and he finds himself exploring her eagerly, fingers tracing her sharp cheekbones in reverent adoration.
Riza responds in kind, trailing a hand down his shirt and notes, somewhat gleefully, that he has indeed returned with said glorious abs. She makes a move to untuck his shirt, humming to herself in amusement as she feels his bare stomach quiver beneath her curious palm.
He’s quick to make a comeback, though. Unwilling to be teased by her Roy draws her deeper into the kiss - she’s utterly incredible, he thinks, as he cards his fingers through her flaxen tresses - and he tastes traces of eggs and pastries and -
- and spinach?
“You made spinach quiche?” Roy asks curiously, breaking away from the kiss for the briefest of moments.
“What on earth,” she huffs. “Way to ruin the moment, Roy.” A scarlet blush makes its way to her cheeks - equal parts breathlessness from the vigour with which he kisses her, and embarrassment at being found out.
He laughs, and quotes yet another line teasingly. “Didn’t you say you’ll even listen to my silly moonshine?”
Riza scowls. “I do regret writing that now. Perhaps I will -”
“No, no, please continue writing more,” Roy pleads in earnest, and before she can make a decision he’ll live to regret he kisses her again with such an ardent love, such a fervent passion that it completely derails her train of thought.
The quiche rests in the oven, burnt and forgotten.
~x~ 
adieu, mon chéri. may you fare well. in my heart, you will always dwell. (won’t you please come home soon, or will it only be after june?)
you write to me, letters (hidden within are flowers) to abate my need for you. i knit scarves in a room candlelit;
holding a heavy weight within from empty spaces on satin. i’d like to hold you close again -- hurry, love, won’t you run to the train?
i’ll let you place your weight on mine oh, i’ll even listen to your silly moonshine (come home to me, darling my soul is aching in longing)
~x~ 
*moonshine: foolish talk or ideas.
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@edgy-drama-queen​ Remember, YOU ASKED FOR THIS. Here’s 10 pages of SMUT and ANGST! Happy New Year ya horny nerds!
“What are friends for?” 
Those were the words that came out of your lips when you told Beetlejuice that he was welcome to stay and haunt your house as long as he liked. You were alone most of the time, and didn’t mind the company as long as he didn’t destroy the house. 
Though the first few weeks were pure chaos, with the demon keeping you on your toes as he scared you, haunted you, and just annoyed you most of the time, you found your ways of getting back at him. The first time you slipped a small whoopie cushion under the couch cushion, you laughed harder than he did. Beej found it charming in a way that reminded him of the Maitlands. 
The first kiss came when he scared you so hard that you fell forward and smashed your mouth against the table. It hurt and you were sure you lip was going to swell up, but before you could steady yourself, Beej had gathered you up into his arms and was planting a firm kiss on your lips. It wasn’t romantic or sexy even a little bit; it reminded you of when Bugs Bunny would kiss someone after annoying them. 
Still, that kiss was all it took to flip a switch in your brain. As he cackled at your expression, you felt like you were really looking at him for the first time with his soft green and brown hair and gruff voice. It was enough to make you forget that your mouth hurt. 
After that incident, things became much more physical with the two of you. Touch had always been your love language, and you found every excuse to hold his hand, or cuddle up on the couch with him. If he thought anything was weird, he didn’t say anything; he wasn’t exactly one to reject physical contact. If anything he pushed the limits of what you’d allow. Though he was grateful for every touch, he always craved more. You had to admit, you did too. 
It wasn’t that you were a prude, really. Yes, you were a virgin in the most technical sense, but that didn’t mean you weren’t ever horny. Dating had never been a strong suit of yours, and the few good relationships you had were long distance. On one hand you had mastered the art of sending nudes, on the other you had no idea what you would do if you actually saw a living dick in front of you. Or a dead one at that. 
The first time the two of you made out was during a movie that your friend had recommended. Unfortunately, your friend was a film major going through their “pretentious art phase” and you could barely understand what was going on. Beetlejuice was the one to turn to you and ask if you wanted to make-out. 
That’s how you ended up under him for the first time and many times afterwards. His hands roaming your sides and his lips pressing against yours over and over and over again. The weight of his body pressing you down into the couch felt more comforting than suffocating. You allowed yourself to run your hands over the rough fabric of his shirt and up towards his hair, running your fingers through it. Ever since he started showering regularly it was so soft and fluffy. 
He never left a mark on you. His lips would kiss and nip at your neck, but he never left a single mark. When you asked casually about it, with the pretense of you being surprised, he just shrugged. 
“As much as I like to leave marks, it’d be like if I marked Delia; hot, but I don’t need that commitment.” 
You excuse yourself to the bathroom and tried not to break down in the shower at the words. Still, you two continued to make out on occasion, each time getting hotter and heavier on your end, desperately wanting more from him. Each day, you found more moments to fall in love with him to. Each dirty joke, each time he threatened to scare someone who hurt or annoyed you, each time he possessed you and made you dance around with him to music that only the two of you could hear, you fell more and more. 
And dammit if you were going to lose your virginity, you were going to lose it to someone you loved. Plus, you were getting sick of Beej leaving you high and dry after every makeout session. 
You planned everything out perfectly, it was moving night with your demon which had become an unspoken agreement that it would lead to something hot and heavy. Not even five minutes into the movie and he was tilting your head up into a kiss. Normally you would end up under him but tonight you had different plans. 
You crawled up on his lap and straddled his hips, running your fingers through his hair and allowing your nails to lightly scratch at his scalp in a way that you knew would drive him crazy. He let out a groan right on cue and nipped at your lower lip. 
“Mmmm... someone’s feeling bold tonight.” he mumbled against your lips. Your pulled back slightly and kissed up his face to his ear, softly blowing the outer shell. You couldn’t help but feel proud as you noticed that you had made a dead guy get goosebumps. 
“Beej... I want you.” you whispered quietly, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly. “I want more tonight.”
“You sure, doll?” he asked, rocking his hips up and alerting you to the hard-on in his pants. You let out a soft shaky breath. 
“Yes.” 
He smiled wide and claimed your lips again, his hands already pulling your shirt over your head, barely looking at you as his lips claimed you over and over. You managed to wiggle out of your shorts, leaving you in just the black and white lingerie set that you had picked out special for that night. You pulled back, finally giving him a good look at what you had been wearing under your old PJs. 
“See something you like?” you teased as he stared at you. 
“Damn, babes, you got yourself all dolled up for me? I’m flattered.” he said. 
“Well you know, first time, wanted it to be special.” you shrugged and his eyes went wide. 
“Wait, first time?!” he said. “No. No way I refuse to believe that. I mean, look at you!” he gawked and looked you over. 
You just shrugged, trying to play it off. “Didn’t have many chances before.” 
“Geeze, no wonder you have so many vibrators- OW” you smacked him in the arm. 
“You went through my stuff?!” 
“I was bored!” he caught your wrist before you could smack him again. “Besides, at least now I know what you like before I take you.” he smirked and picked you up, carrying you to your bedroom. “We are gonna have some fun for your first time.” 
He was on top of you now, hands roaming your body and his lips trailing down your neck and over the visible parts of your breasts. He would occasionally nip at your skin, but again not hard enough to leave anything behind. 
It’d be like marking Delia
You tried to shake the thought from your head, and tell yourself it was because it was your first time that he was being so gentle with you. You let out a gasp as you felt his warm breath on your thighs. 
“Fuck I love these panties on you.” he growled, pulling them aside. “Normally I’m down with getting naked but seeing you in my stripes is just doing it for me.” 
“That’s why I wore th-them!” you jerked your hips slightly as you felt his cool tongue make contact with your clit, the feeling more ticklish at the moment. 
His tongue was surprisingly soft on your clit, alternating between long slow licks and quick circles around it, each time edging you a little closer to the edge. 
With one hand he carefully parted your legs more, teasing the entrance and sliding just the tip of his finger in. You let out a slight noise of discomfort when it went in more, your hips shifting to try and adjust to him. 
“Damn, this turned on and still not wet enough?” he asked, and you turned your head away in embarrassment. 
“Don’t...” you said quietly, and at that moment, Beej knew that he had crossed a line. 
“Hey, hey, hey... it’s okay babes.” he moved back up and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry.” his voice was so soft in your ear, a different tone that you had never heard from him before. He really was trying to make this good for you. 
“I’m sorry.” you replied. “It’s... just something that makes me... it’s the reason that I’ve never...” 
He kissed you again. “It’s okay, babes. If that’s all that’s wrong then I can work with that.” 
“How?” you asked, realizing now how bad of an idea this might have been. “If I’m this horny but can’t even take one of your fingers then how can we...?” your voice let out a small crack at the end. You really were messing this up, weren’t you?
“Babes, I’m dead. I can do a lot of things the living can’t.” he smirked. “Now hold on let me just go through my things.” 
With that he got off the bed and snapped his fingers. A loud thump suddenly sounded next to your bed, leading your attention to a fairly large trunk. Beetlejuice jumped out of bed and started shifting through and throwing things out of the trunk. 
You watched in a mix of horror and awe as he pulled out boxes of condoms, panties, whips, collars, leashes, bottles of mysterious liquids, cuffs, and so many horrifying looking dildoes that you wondered who or what he had been fucking before to have these. 
“Here we go!” he said, pulling out a glowing pink bottle. “The best edible lube/muscle relaxant in the Neatherworld.” 
“Will... will that be okay on a human?” you asked, still staring at one of the strange looking dildoes. 
“It worked wonders on Audrey Hepbern.” he winked and you rolled your eyes. “And don’t worry about all those... for now.” he snapped his fingers again and the chest and mess he had made disappeared. 
He crawled up on top of the bed again, “Trust me, this stuff will relax any hole on any species. I promise I’m gonna dick you down so good.” 
You let out a small laugh, already starting to feel better. “Thank you.” you said quietly. 
“Let’s try this again.” he said, settling back down between your legs. You laid back and closed your eyes, trying to relax again and bring the mood back. 
It didn’t take long for you to relax into his touch, his lips bushed along the inside of your thigh back up to plant soft teasing kisses over your panties before pushing them to the side again. Once again you were at the mercy of Beetlejuices’ soft tongue worshiping your clit. You let out a shiver as he alternated between gentle sucks and quick licks. 
Once he decided that you were appropriately turned on, he opened the bottle next to him and you jumped slightly at the feeling of the cold gel dripping down your pussy. 
You looked down at him as he added the lube to one of his fingers, before he went back to lapping at your clit, this time enjoying both the taste of the lube as well as your skin. 
He didn’t plunge into your entrance with his fingers like you expected, instead using his fingers to tease your entrance again, making sure that your hole was sufficiently covered. 
The effect wasn’t instantaneous, but within a few minutes you could feel a warmth spreading through your tight hole, making you feel like you were melting at his touch. You let out a soft moan and Beej took that as a cue to carefully ease in one of his fingers. 
You hardly noticed that his middle finger was knuckle deep inside of you until he pulled back to look up at you. 
“How’s that?” he asked, carefully wiggling his finger inside you to signal what he had done. 
“Ah... It feels... I mean I’ve never.. What is... AHH...!” You closed your eyes and gasped as he curled his finger inside you, pressing against the spot inside of you that you had only ever heard about in the dirty stories you had read. 
It was a different pleasure than when you played with your clit. It was warm and insistent and almost felt too good. 
“Mmmm.... there it is.” he curled his finger again, gently massaging the spot inside you, causing you to tremble and see stars. “Fuck you’re doing so good.” he licked at your clit again. “Ready for another finger?” he asked and you nodded. 
The second one slid in almost as easily as the first, though this time you did notice the feeling of being stretched out. Again he continued curling and massaging his finger inside you as his lips sucked on your clit again. 
It was nothing like you had felt before, a different kind of pleasure than just using a magic want to quickly push you over the edge. It was clear that he wasn’t doing this just to give you a quick orgasm. Looking down at him, his face showed that he was enjoying being between your legs and making you feel good. The sight of it made you moan his name and curl your toes. 
Fuck he was so beautiful between your legs. His hair was messy from you running your fingers through it, and it melted your heart. You felt warm all over as he steadily fingered and licked you, occasionally he would let out a small hum or growl against your pussy, sending extra vibrations through you and inching you that much closer. 
The orgasm that washed over you came as a surprise. One moment you were whining and panting under him and the next your tight pussy was throbbing and contracting around his fingers. His name escaped your lips with a gasp as he continued to work you through it. 
“Mmmm... guess you’re more sensitive than I thought.” he said pulling back and licking his lips. “I was planning to tease and edge you, but that was pretty hot.”
He crawled back up towards you and it was at this point you realized that he was naked. When had he removed his clothes? Not that it mattered because you were expecting to see him naked tonight anyway. 
You looked over his body, blushing still from the orgasm, and still so turned on. You looked him up and down, seeing how hard and thick he was. 
“Wanna touch it?” he asked and you nodded. He took your hand and guided it to his cock. It was cool to the touch, and though it was fully erect there was a softness to the skin that surprised you. You moved with his hand, matching the firmness of his grip and the pace of the strokes. He closed his eyes and let out an approving moan. 
“Fuck you’re a fast learner, babes.” he groaned, tilting his head back, exposing his neck. Your imagined yourself reaching out and claiming that neck as your own; covering him with hickies as he scratched your back. He moaned your name and rocked his hips and you reached out with your free hand to tease the tip as you jerked him off. He let out a hiss of breath, making it clear that he was enjoying everything that you were doing to him. 
“Fuck...!” he grabbed your arms and pulled them away. “If I let you keep doing that we’ll never get to the main course.” 
He laid you on your back again, hovering over you and kissing you deeply. You melted into the kiss, heart pounding. This was it, this was what you wanted. Beetlejuice was going to take your virginity. The man you loved and adored and wanted to keep by your side forever. 
His lips felt surprisingly warm, and he was being so good to you. If you didn’t know any better you would almost call the way he was touching you “lovingly”. He pulled back, his eyes looking deeply into yours as if he could see exactly what you were thinking and smiled at you in a gentle way that made your heart jump. 
Beetlejuce poured more lube out and coated his cock with it before adding just a bit more to your hot entrance. 
You had never wanted anything more in your life than this. You watched as he spread your lips and carefully lined himself up. You sank your nails into his shoulder as he pushed himself in slowly, stretching you more than you ever thought possible. He let out another small hiss of pleasure from your tight pussy and the feeling of your nails against his skin. 
“Fuck I knew you were tight...” he grumbled. “But... hot damn this is something else.” 
He pulled out and gave a small test thrust, keeping an eye on your face for any sign of discomfort. You let out a shaking breath at the feeling, it was intense but it didn’t hurt. You gave a small nod for him to continue. 
The thrusts were slow and long at first and you thought to yourself that this is what they meant when they said “making love”. All you could feel was him. He was everywhere, kissing your face, groping your breast under your bra, inside you rocking his cock against you so easily. You moaned and whimpered under him. You wrapped your arms around him, scratching down his back to give him some of the pleasure he was giving you. 
He groaned in your ear, starting to pick up the pace a bit. You watched him carefully as he threw his head back and you couldn’t stop yourself. The pleasure, the feeling of him, the wanting and needing of him and only him was driving you mad. You pulled him close and sank your lips against neck, quickly sucking and biting wherever you could. He gasped and his hips jerked and bucked against you, hitting that sweet spot harder than before. The intense feeling only encouraged your to bite harder. 
He groaned and started fucking you in earnest now. His arms wrapped around you, pressing you into the mattress. His weight against you as he fucked you into the mattress left you breathless in the best way possible. It was him and only him that mattered. It was only him that made sense in this stupid world. It was only him that you loved. 
He rolled over and suddenly you found yourself on top of him, his hands gripping your hips hard as he moved you up and down on his thick cock. Your knees dug into the mattress as you rode him. You scratched down his chest, and pinched at his nipples causing him to let out a sound that shook you to your core. He always said that the sound of breathers screaming in terror was the most beautiful sound in the world, but you were sure that it was nothing compared to the sounds you were drawing out of him as you rode his cock quickly. 
His name was a mantra on your lips as the new angle allowed you to guide his cock to your g-spot over and over. Beetlejuce, Beej, Bug, any form of his name your brain could come up with tumbled out of your mouth with each burst of pleasure. You leaned over him, desperate to get closer to him. Even with him so deep in you, it was never close enough. You needed more, you needed to be selfish, you needed him. 
You pressed your forehead against his and he kissed you again. You felt your eyes tear up slightly, and a tightness in your chest. You loved him and he was inside you. You loved him and he was kissing you. You loved him and it was your lips that had left such pretty marks on his neck. You loved him and you wanted him to be yours. You loved him and it hurt. 
His hand squirmed between you, finding your clit again. As good as he felt inside you, you couldn’t find yourself getting off from that alone and he could sense it. His warm fingers massaged the sensitive nub, causing a whine to escape you. Your pussy tightened around his cock at the feeling and he groaned in response, rubbing in earnest now. He was going to make you cum. 
“Mmm... good girl.” he groaned in your ear. “Good girl.... You feel amazing. I want to feel this tight little pussy come on my cock.” you shivered at his words, wanting nothing more than to give him what he wanted. 
“Please..” you whimpered, hiding your face against the side of his neck in embarrassment as your mouth betrayed you. 
“Hm?” 
“S... say my name.” you whispered so quietly in his ear, but he smirked at the request. 
“How can I say no when you ask so sweetly?” he said. He grabbed you by the hair and pulled your ear against his lips, moaning your name as if you were the only one who could make him feel so good. Your name on his lips sent you higher and higher, hurdling towards the edge. 
“P-Please.... Please let me cum, I’m so close...!” you whined.
You didn’t need permission, of course, leaving Beetlejuice a little surprised at how quickly you had fallen into a sub-space, when you were the one who had come on to him. He liked this new side of you. 
His fingers started stroking your clit in the best way. He groaned your name again in your ear. “Cum... cum for me. Scream my name.” 
The first orgasm you had earlier was relaxing, making you shudder and whine. This orgasm was the opposite; hard, crashing, and making your mind go white. Beetlejuice’s name escaped your lips in a scream followed by incoherent moaning and shaking. Your nails sunk into his skin so hard that if you could think at the moment you’d be worried about hurting him. You were vaguely aware of the feeling of his orgasm being a part of yours as you felt him spill inside you. The orgasm ripped through you, sending you crashing just as hard as you collapsed on top of his chest. Your body went limp and you were shaking in his arms. You felt weak but so, so good and satisfied. 
It was quiet for a few moments as he allowed you to rest. He stroked your back softly, absently, as he waited for you to make the next move. Everything felt so much more intense as you started to come back down, you felt another tightness in your chest and a warmth in your eyes. No, no you were not going to be that girl that cried her first time. You had no reason to cry, you got what you wanted and it was amazing. You were not going to cry. 
“So, was that good?” he asked, you could do little more than nod in response. “Good! Glad I could help you out.”
“Thank you.” you whispered, enjoying the feeling of his cool skin against your burning body. 
“Hey, you’re my best friend.” your heart stopped and your body suddenly felt cold, much colder than his. “I’m always down to help my friends, especially with stuff like this! Nothing like a good bang between friends.”
Despite still feeling weak and shaky (why did he have to be so GOOD at that?!) you managed to stand up, your face beet red but after what just happened, it didn’t occur to him that it was from anything else. 
“Yeah, best friend sex.” the word friend felt awful on your tongue. Your stomach felt sick and you felt both icy and hot at the same time. The bliss of being with him was quickly flipping around to dread. You had sex with Beetlejuice, you did exactly what you wanted. You had him, he wore your hickies on his neck and shoulders. 
“I gotta pee.” you said. “And probably shower.” You were gone before you could even get a response. You discarded the bra and panties by the sink and stared at your naked body in the mirror. Other than a few red splotches caused by his beard, your body was mark free. 
It’d be too much of a commitment. 
Your reflection grew blurry as tears streamed down your face. You thought that you were in control of the situation. You thought that if you got what you wanted you’d be happy. 
Happy was the last thing you felt. Happy seemed like a dream that you were able to live just minutes before, but now you were awake and were faced with the truth. Beetlejuice was a demon. Beetlejuice didn’t have the same range of emotion that humans did. Beetlejuice, you weren’t sure that Beetlejuice could even feel romantic love the same way that humans did. 
You were a fool. A horny love-struck fool. You didn’t mean anything more than a friend to him and you were stuck knowing that he would never be able to give you what you really wanted. 
You wondered if you would grow to regret this evening. 
The shower washed away the leftover lube and cum, but it couldn’t wash away the feeling of his body and hands on yours. No matter how hot or cold the water was, it just reminded you of him. You held your hand to your mouth as you cried so that you wouldn’t alert the demon to anything out of the ordinary. You broke in the shower as you washed at your skin, leaving you raw when you finally stepped out. 
You always heard that after you had sex, you wouldn’t feel or look different. That it was just a thing that happened. Perhaps that was true for two people who lost it when they both were on the same page of their feelings because you felt... empty. You looked into the mirror as you pulled on some dirty pjs from the laundry hamper. Your eyes looked sad and puffy. 
When you entered your room again, it was empty save for a note by your bed. 
“Got a summon in the Neatherword. Don’t wait up! Lets do that again somtime!”
It was signed “Your best demon friend, Beetlejuice”
He fucked you and left you alone in your cold dark room. You tossed his note in the bin next to your desk. 
You really were an idiot. 
You grabbed some fresh sheets and layed out on the couch- the only place that didn’t smell completely like him and allowed yourself to cry. You’d cry tonight, and let everything out, and when you woke up in the morning you’d be a different person. You’d be the Best Fucking Friend he’d ever have. You’d be his anything if it meant that he’d stay. You didn’t give a shit if it wasn’t “healthy”. You didn’t give a shit about anything anymore. 
When he came back, you’d be his cool, slutty, best friend. 
His best friend.
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Sickness
Intro: Hello lovelies!! I hope you guys are having a good day/night!! This was requested by an anon, I hope you enjoy it!! :)
Note: Y/N is gender neutral. Fluffy
Word Count: 1341
Hiii how about a Natasha x gn reader who doesn’t fully know who Natasha is cause they just share an apartment rather than work at shield, reader got sick and instead of just sleeping through it Natasha decided to cancel her mission and spend a couple of days making you feel better and in the end you both find out you like each other but some of the Avengers show up to the apartment and ruin your last couple of hours before passing out.
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You and Natasha had lived in the same apartment for about a year now, it having happened when you were searching for a new roommate and Natasha was your favorite out of the ones you interviewed, currently you were cleaning up some around the apartment while Natasha was away at work, you didn’t know what she did but you didn’t want to pry, she’d tell you when she was ready; as you were cleaning up, you kept feeling a small tingle in the back of your throat, causing you to clear your throat every few minutes until it got to the point where you were full blown coughing which made you drink more water which only really seemed to make you cough more but you refused to admit you were getting sick and kept on cleaning.
Later that night, Natasha walked into the apartment and quietly set her things down and pulled her shoes off since it was almost 2 o’clock in the morning, freezing when she heard you start to cough, her brow furrowing as she locked the front door before making her way into your bedroom and frowning when she saw you curled up into a ball under your blankets, shivering and coughing, going and sitting on the edge of your bed before gently placing the back of her hand against your forehead “You’re burning up” she whispered, watching as you blurrily focused your eyes on her “I’m fine” you said, closing your eyes for a moment before checking the time on your alarm clock “Why are you home so late?” you asked, unconsciously leaning into her touch when she moved her hand to cup your cheek which was much redder than usual “I got stuck at work a bit longer, I’m going to get you some water and some medicine” she said, ignoring your whines of complaints as she walked out of your room, returning with a glass of water and fever reducers in hand “Come on” she said, setting the things down before helping you sit up and helping you take the medicine “There you go” she whispered, keeping a firm grip on you as she set the glass down on the bedside table “Can you stay here tonight?” You asked, burrowing your face into her neck and feeling her nod “Of course” she said, helping you move over before she pulled the covers around the two of you when you were situated “Comfy?” she asked, smiling at you when you just nodded before passing out, pressing a kiss to your head before she fell asleep herself.
The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed and groaned since your head was pounding, sighing as you forced yourself up and out of your bed, tugging on a random hoodie before heading out of your room, raising an eyebrow when you heard clanking in the kitchen since you knew Natasha said she was leaving for a few days “I thought you said you had to be gone” you said softly, leaning heavily against the wall when you made it to the kitchen “Hey, you need to be laying down” Natasha scolded, rushing over to you and gently leading you over to the couch “I called in, you’re more important right now” she said, helping you lay down before going to grab blankets, her returning with her own blankets from her bed and tucking you in with them “I’m making you some soup, don’t worry it’s canned” she chuckled when she saw your eyes widen “Good, I don’t need you poisoning me added to this” you teased, laughing slightly when she rolled her eyes at you “Just rest up, I’ll be right back” she assured, heading back into the kitchen while you burrowed slightly under the covers and smiled at the scent since it smelled like Natasha.
After you had your soup, which was slightly burned but edible, the two of you were laying on the couch and watching Frozen since you had begged her for ten minutes to watch it with you “Don’t judge me, I’m sick” you had told her, causing her to huff and roll her eyes before she went and put the movie in, you giving her a wide grin as she walked back to the couch; currently you were fighting sleep since your fever was still high so you were still very sleepy and shivering, not knowing that Natasha was watching as you shook “Y/N” she said, making you look over at her and watching as she held her arms out towards you “Come here” she said, helping you situate so you were resting comfortably, half on the couch and half on her, pulling the blankets up around the two of you and holding you close “Thank you” you murmured, resting your head on her chest when she tucked your head under her chin “Of course, I’d do anything for you… I like you a lot” she whispered, rubbing your back and smiling as she heard you whisper “I like you a lot too” before your breathing even out.
Later you woke up to Natasha carefully trying to shift out from under you since someone was at the door “Nat” you whined, looking at her and watching as she looked at you with an apologetic face “I’m sorry, I promise I won’t be long” she said, kissing your forehead and smiling when she felt that your forehead was no longer burning which meant your fever had broken, heading over to the door and opening it, scowling when Tony just pushed past and walked into the apartment “Tony” Steve scolded, sighing as he followed him inside “What are you guys doing here?” Natasha asked, crossing her arms and glaring at them while you stared at them with wide eyes since you knew who they were “We wanted to see what was so important to keep you away from your mission” Tony said, looking around some before focusing on you when you spoke up “Wait, mission?” You asked, looking at Natasha who looked like she was about to murder Tony “You haven’t told them yet? Who even are they?” Steve asked, looking at Natasha who sighed and went over to you “Yes mission… Y/N, I’m Black Widow and Tony, Steve this is Y/N… My roommate” she said, not going to say you two were dating since you hadn’t established that yet “You backed out of the mission… For your roommate?” Tony asked, clearly not believing her as he sat down on your other couch “Yes” Natasha said as she went and sat down beside you once more and gestured for Steve to sit as well “You two might as well stay for a movie” she said, glancing at you and seeing that you seemed to be conflicted, making her frown and take your hand under the blanket before starting the next movie.
After the movie and Natasha all but shoving Tony out the door, the two of you were alone once more “So… You’re Black Widow” you said after a moment of silence, looking at her and trying to process everything you just learned “Yes… I’m sorry I should’ve told you, but I didn’t want you getting hurt” Natasha said, looking at you and watching you shake your head “It’s okay, it wasn’t my thing to know unless you wanted me to” you said, not able to hide the hurt in your tone “Hey hey hey, I wanted to tell you… I didn’t want you getting hurt, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you” she said, cupping your cheek and resting a hand on top of yours “It’s okay… No more secrets though” you said, looking at her and watching her chuckle before nodding “No more secrets… Lets get to bed, yeah? You’re still recovering” she said, kissing your cheek before standing up and picking you up, carrying you into her room after she flipped the lights off and the two of you falling asleep in each other’s arms.
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𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕  •  chapter 4  (Calum Hood AU)
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I WORKED THE very next day, and to say Mack threw me right into the thick of things would be a massive understatement.  Roger was working again, and Mack tasked him with teaching me how to make the most basic of coffees before setting me loose.  They really were swamped; the morning rush lasted well into lunchtime.  I knew how to use a cash register fairly well, so for a while Roger and I divided the duties.  Once things died down for a brief period, he showed me the more complex drinks, each one more confusing than the next.
“You’ll get it,” he told me encouragingly when I’d added too much foam to an espresso.  I put my hands on my hips and blew out a sigh.
“I’ve always been told I brew some killer coffee,” I explained.  “This should be natural.”
Roger chuckled, swiping a rag through some mugs.  I liked him; he was easy-going even under pressure, but knew when to be firm with the difficult customers.  He said that all their best baristas had quit recently to go back to school, and that Mack was left swamped.  
“You’re not in school?” I asked, getting someone’s chai latte ready.  This was one drink I was fairly good at concocting.
He scoffed.  “Are you kidding?  I could never do that college shit.  I’d much rather work at a place like this and do my art on the side.”  Roger did art commissions for people that were actually pretty amazing; he was like Picasso with spray paint.  I admired his confidence in his work, even though any parent would be terrified if their kid wanted to be a freelance artist.  But Roger believed in his talent, and didn’t let anyone convince him otherwise.
There were only two people left in the shop and they’d both been served, so Roger decided to take a quick break.  He said it would be my first “test run” to see how well I did on my own.  I rolled my eyes at his mock salute, but inside I was a nervous wreck.  I wanted to do well--no, needed to.  I needed something to go right for me.
Five minutes passed with no new customers, and I smiled at the thought of not serving anyone while Roger was gone.  Unfortunately, my prayers weren’t answered as the little bell tingled, signaling someone’s arrival.
A tall, chestnut-haired guy approached the register, rubbing the slight stubble on his chin as he examined the chalkboard menu above my head.  I fought the flush that wanted to rise to my cheeks; he was cute, with dark jeans and a casual blazer that probably meant he had a complex coffee order ready to go.
He sent me a shining smile.  “Hey, could I get a cappuccino?”
I huffed, and his expression turned quizzical.  “Sorry,” I answered quickly.  “This is my first day, and the last cappuccino I made...wasn’t great.”
“Should I order something else?  How ‘bout a french roast with cream?”  I appreciated his sense of humor at my inexperience.
I narrowed my eyes playfully.  “Oh no, I’m gonna make you that cappuccino.  Whether it will be edible is still up in the air.”
He laughed, and I noted the way his hazel eyes crinkled when he did this.  
“Can I have a name for the order?”
“Jeremy.”
“Jeremy,” I repeated, and he grinned before taking a seat at the window bar.  Inhaling deeply, I turned to start making the cappuccino.  Espresso, steamed milk, foam.  How hard could it be?
Harder than I thought, apparently.  The drink I ended up concocting was way too milky and overflowing with foam.  I felt my face redden as I presented it to Jeremy, who examined it carefully.
“I know, it’s terrible.  But I did warn you.”
He went to pick up the mug, the crinkles by his eyes returning.  “Are you kidding?  This is absolutely exceptional.  I think I’ll have to come back tomorrow if you keep up this fine work.”
My face hurt from smiling so wide.  “Well, I’ll be here, probably burning some coffee beans or spilling milk.”
I was disappointed to see Jeremy leave once he’d finished his coffee, and Roger materialized behind me when the front door finally shut.
“How do you already have cute guys hitting on you?  And I got a glimpse of that cappuccino, it was awful.”
“He must have had to choke it down,” I joked, giddy at the thought of seeing Jeremy again.  “
Roger rolled his eyes.  “Yeah, I’m guessing it wasn’t that hard to pretend to like it.  Cute baristas have that effect; you’re great for business, you know.”
I pushed his arm playfully, and Roger flipped me off.  
My first day and I already loved this new job.  The rest of my shift took up the majority of the day, until the sun had started to sink below the horizon.  I hung up my apron on the hook in the back room and said goodbye to Mack before walking out into the cool city air.
The grin on my face refused to cease throughout the whole bus ride back home, and I practically sprinted to the house.  Maybe things were finally looking up for me.  If I channeled all of my energy into work and school my life might finally get back on track, the way it was meant to be.
I wanted to burst right through the front door, but even before I reached the porch I could hear yelling from inside.  Muffled shouts were coming from the kitchen, and as I slowly stepped into the foyer the voices became clearer.
“What the fuck were you thinking?”  This was Ashton, and his voice was raised in obvious frustration.
“I was thinking about myself and what was best for me.  College was way fucking harder than I thought it would be.”  My blood ran cold at Hannah’s response.  What did Ashton find out?  Who told him about Hannah’s secret, and did he know about mine?
Quickly joining them in the kitchen, I noticed Luke and Michael in the living room, looking like they wanted to melt into the sofa.  I sent them a confused glance, and the subtle shake of Luke’s head told me how serious this was.
Upon seeing me, Ashton turned his attention away from Hannah, scowl deepening.  “Did you know about this?”
I swallowed roughly, trying to read the message behind Hannah’s pleading eyes.  “Um, know about what?”  It was a stupid attempt at a bluff, and Ashton saw right through it.
“That Hannah isn’t home from school on a break, she’s home permanently.”
My mouth opened slightly in an attempt to respond, but Ashton cut me off.
“I mean, why would you leave a university like that?  With everything you could have achieved there?”
This caused my brow to furrow.  So he thought she left on her own, when in reality she was kicked out.  I slid my gaze over to Hannah’s, and she communicated through a silent expression of desperation.
Don’t say anything, she seemed to be begging.  Go with it.
I gave the smallest, most imperceptible I could.  It was Hannah’s secret to reveal, and I wasn’t going to drive a deeper wedge between her and Ashton.
All of a sudden I felt someone come up behind me, and knew without looking it was Calum.  I glanced over, and his dark eyes met mine briefly.  He was much closer than I thought he needed to be, his chest practically touching my shoulder.  Biting my lip, I faced forward again and tried to ignore his soft exhales on my neck.
Pressing a hand to her forehead, Hannah said in a clipped tone, “Ashton, with all due fucking respect, you never went to college.  You have no idea what it’s like, so I don’t understand why you think you get an opinion.”
Ashton looked ready to punch a hole through the drywall.  “For fuck’s sake, Hannah, because I care about you!  College was supposed to help your future, so what the hell are you supposed to do now?”
This silenced her.  I felt so bad for Hannah; knowing it was all her fault, that she failed so abysmally in her classes and was forced to come home.  She was smart, just not in the typical bookish sense that a university demanded.  I wished I could give her some of mine, because I certainly couldn’t use it right now.
Inhaling shakily, she bawled her fists.  “Ashton.”  Her voice was so weak I thought she was about to cry.  “My future is going to be just fine without you freaking out over it, okay?”
Ashton scoffed, hands on his hips and eyes blazing.  I prayed he just let go of his anger at being lied to, and went over to comfort Hannah.  Yes, she was still lying to him now, which would certainly blow up later, but she needed support.  
My prayers were answered when Ashton let out a defeated exhale and wrapped his arms around Hannah’s smaller frame.  The two of them practically dissolved into each other, breathing together as one.
After a minute they separated, and Ashton cleared his throat.  “We’re gonna go back to my place, spend the night.”
Michael and Luke just nodded, and Calum walked out from behind me to join them in the living room.  As Hannah passed by me, she grabbed my hand and gave it a quick squeeze.  “Thank you,” she murmured.
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to process everything.  I felt Calum’s eyes on me, and instantly my heart stopped.  He’d seen Hannah say something, which meant he knew our answers were bullshit.
I felt trapped by his deep brown gaze, completely immobile and at his disposal.  The cogs in his brain were so clearly turning, and I was terrified he would say something.
But then the moment ended, and he looked away, releasing me from his clutches.  
After getting myself a glass of water and grabbing my school bag I collapsed onto a chair at the kitchen table.  Michael grabbed a soda from the fridge and leaned against the stainless steel door.
“Crazy,” he commented, head shaking in disbelief.
“It was like my parents were arguing,” Luke said, shuddering.  “But those two could get through anything, seriously.”
Calum remained quiet, of course, but his expression was thoughtful as ever.
“Hey, how’d your first day go?" Luke asked.  “Did you show them your killer coffee skills?”
I chuckled, flipping a pencil between my fingers to relieve some of my pent up anxiety.  “Turns out my skills are less than killer.  I can brew some great black coffee, but no one really orders that.  I think it’ll be really good, though.  The people are great, and the customers were actually nice.”  My thoughts drifted to Jeremy, and a small smile danced across my lips.  “I have an early shift tomorrow though, 7am.”
“Rough,” Michael replied.  “Godspeed, I won’t be awake till noon.”
I chuckled, and was surprised when Calum finally spoke up.  “The customers are nice until you screw up someone’s triple shot macchiato and they flip their shit on you.”
I bit my lip, dreading that scenario.  “I’ll, uh, try to avoid that.”
Calum nodded, and with that he disappeared from the kitchen.
Pulling books out of my bag, started mentally organizing the work I had to do.  Luke and Michael went off to bed, Michael opting for the futon downstairs since Ashton and Hannah had left.
I was alone in the kitchen, trying desperately to focus on the study of neurological activity in the sleeping brain, but I just couldn’t get my mind off of Hannah.  We were both lying to everyone we cared about, and sooner or later the truth would come out.  I wasn’t prepared to face the music about my parents, though, and the last thing I wanted was people finding out I was destitute.  If I could just hold on a little longer, work for a while and keep studying, everything would be fine.
The hardest part would be putting up with Calum.  He was so cold and brooding, and clearly had no respect for personal space as I learned tonight by how close he stood to me.  I could still feel the tickle of his breath on my neck, and raised a hand to gently rub the skin.
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I had no idea I’d fallen asleep at the table until someone was shaking me awake.  My eyes blinked open, blurry from sleep and disorientation.  It was still dark out, and I wondered who would be up at this hour.
“What’s happening?” I asked, my voice gravelly.  I rubbed my eyes and made out Calum’s figure standing next to me, arms folded with a frown.
“Would you rather I let you sleep through your shift?  It’s 5:30, and I know you’ve got a bus to catch.  And, you know, take like an hour just getting ready.”  Before I could process what he said he turned away from me to fiddle with something in the cupboard.
I was slightly shocked.  Calum remembered when my shift was?  And cared enough to wake me up?  I had no idea what to make of this, and was too tired to work it through.
“Thanks.”  I yawned and began to load my books back into my bag, moving slowly as my body was weighed down with exhaustion.
“I think the point is to read the books, not use them as pillows,” Calum criticized.
Scowling at his attitude, I ripped the zipper a little harshly, causing him to actually look over.  
“I was reading them,” I rebutted.  “I just...got tired I guess.”
“Aren’t college kids supposed to be responsible and organized?”
“Are you saying I’m not?”
He crossed his arms, body language defensive.  “I’m just saying, you’re the one who fell asleep and almost missed your shift.  I’d say that’s pretty irresponsible.”
Sighing loudly, I rubbed my temples to try and banish the slight ache in my brain.  “It is way too early for this stupid argument,” I muttered.
“We’re not arguing, I’m just telling you.” 
“Yeah, well, thanks for telling me I’m disorganized and irresponsible.  Got anything else to say, or can I get ready for work now?”
I stood up and started towards the stairs, glaring his way.  Calum just shrugged, smug expression painted across his stupid face. 
“Nope, wouldn’t want to make you late.”  I was tempted to slap the sardonic smirk right off his face, but opted instead to leave him alone in the kitchen.
I took a quick shower and made myself look presentable as possible, changing into work clothes and grabbing my bag before quickly escaping out the front door.  I didn’t feel like running into Calum again after his wonderful wake up call.
Work was busy in the beginning, and Roger and I struggled to keep up for a while.  But our rhythm from yesterday finally kicked in, and with each drink I served I felt more and more confident.  When the rush ended, the two of us high-fived and let out triumphant exhales of relief.
“You know, Scarlett, you and I make a good team.”
I grinned at Roger, overjoyed at how quickly I was picking up new skills.  I just hoped Mack was impressed enough to give me the job in two weeks.
Before I could answer him, the bell jingled.  I recognized Jeremy’s chestnut hair immediately, and suppressed a squeal of excitement.  Just what I need, I thought giddily.
When Jeremy approached the counter I made sure to look calm and collected.  He smiled that winning smile, and I felt my knees go weak.
“Told you I’d be back,” he said.
“What can I mess up for you today?  A latte maybe?  I’m getting good at screwing those up,” I informed him with a laugh, and I was glad to see the crinkles by his eyes return.
“Actually,” he began, making my heart somersault with worry.  “I’m not here for coffee.  I’m here for you.”
My eyebrows shot up, and I hoped my face didn’t betray my secret exhilaration.
“Really?” I responded, pressing my lips together.  “And why is that?”
“Normally, I take girls out to places like this on a first date,” he said, and I was hanging on to every word.  “But seeing as you’re probably sick of it, how ‘bout we skip that part and go straight to dinner?”
My face broke into a wide smile, and I was almost too excited to reply.  “That’s really considerate of you,” I joked.  “Dinner sounds amazing.”
Jeremy actually looked relieved, like he was nervous I’d say no.  As if anyone could say no to that face.
“Great, that’s great.  How about tonight?  I’ll pick you up at 8.”
“Sure, give me your phone and I’ll add my number.”  He passed it over, and I fought to keep my fingers steady.  Handing it back, we smiled at each other like idiots.
“See you tonight, Scarlett,” he said, and I watched him disappear out of the cafe all the way down the street.
I turned to see Roger gaping at me like I had three heads.
“What?”
“How come no one hits on me like that?” he pouted.  
I tapped my cheek in contemplation.  “Maybe it’s those spike earrings?  They’re wildly intimidating.”
Roger snorted, and waved his hand at me dismissively.  “Oh shut up.  You’re about to bounce of the walls you’re so happy.”
“Hell yeah I am.”
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xiolaperry · 4 years
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The Piano - Chapter 2
Notes: My Camp NaNoWriMo Project for April 2020.  A Rumbelling of the 1993 movie ‘The Piano’. Has 14 chapters, all are written. I’ll post one every few days. Some dialogue is taken directly from the film and from ‘Once Upon a Time’. No copyright infringement intended - I’m just having fun. The film is gorgeous, if you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend that you watch it.
Summary:  Belle French and her daughter arrive in New Zealand to an arranged marriage with Gaston LeGume.  Gaston shows little interest in her or her piano and books. However, Mr. Gold is fascinated…
Rating: E (for smut, dark subject matter and violence in future chapters) 
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Things were not progressing the way Gaston had pictured in his head.
“You have a good many boxes and trunks. I'd like to know what's in them. How about this one,” he asked, pointing at a box.
Belle gestured to the writing on the side: Crockery and Pots.
“Oh. Yes. Pots.” Gaston wiped at his forehead with an embroidered handkerchief. “And this? This is huge. What's in it? A bed frame or something?” He hit the crate with his fist for emphasis. The piano inside produced a reverberating echo from being struck. Belle spread her arms across the top protectively.
Tilly spoke to her step-father for the first time. “It's my mother's piano.”
“A piano. And these trunks?” He rapped against the side of the closest one with his axe. Belle flinched.
“Those are books.”
Gaston turned away. “Gold. Tell the men to carry the boxes and suitcases.” Gold spoke to the group and gave them instructions. The Maori divided up the cargo.
Belle took the small notepad and pencil from the silver case she wore around her neck. She wrote some brief words on the paper. She brought it to Gaston, Tilly following close behind.
“The piano? The books?” he read aloud.
“No. They can't come now.” He crumpled the note.
“They must!” Tilly was her mother's voice. She knew what these things meant to her. “She wants them to come.”
“I understand. But there aren't enough of us to carry everything.” He looked at Belle. “TOO HEAVY,” he added in a louder tone, enunciating the words.
Belle felt the first stirrings of fear. She hadn't been scared when she realized she was pregnant. She hadn't been frightened when her father told her of the arranged marriage, or during the storm at sea. But this was too much. She wrote another note. He had to understand. “I NEED them. Please.”
“You'd rather have them than your kitchenware or your clothing?”
Belle signed to Tilly. “We can't leave the piano or the books. I don't care about the rest.”
Gaston stood straighter, assuming an air of authority. “We cannot waste time discussing this.” He began a prepared speech. “I'm pleased you've arrived safely-”
“Mother wants to know if we can come back for them...”
Gaston's eyes widened. Had a child interrupted him? He ignored her and continued to speak to Belle. “I would like to apologize for the unavoidable delay that led to your spending the night on the beach-”
As he spoke Belle signed, her fingers flying like angry bees.
“Can we return for them after they have delivered the other things? She must have them.”
Gaston's mouth hung open. Interrupted again?
Gold was impressed. He had never seen Gaston control his temper so well. This just kept getting more interesting.
One of the Maori, Kamira, noticed his distress and found it hilarious. He laughed, and brought Granny over to enjoy the scene. Gaston didn't understand what they were saying, but he never took laughter (other than his own) as a good sign.
“The matter is closed. The trunks and piano will remain here. Prepare yourselves for a difficult journey. The mud is very deep in places.”
Gaston clenched his jaw and walked away. He could not believe two females challenged him. Two small females, at that. The piano and books were unneeded. His authority as a man and head of the house must stand. What an odd girl. Choosing books and a piano over clothes and household goods? Over useful things? It made no sense.
“What do you think of her?” he asked Gold. “Odd, isn't she? She'll learn who’s boss.”
“She looks tired. It was a long voyage, with a major disappointment at the end.”
“Oh, she'll get over it. What does a woman need books for anyway?” he replied, not understanding the implication that he was the disappointment. “I'll go on ahead and lead the way. Have them bring up the rear.”
Boxes and valises collected, the party set their backs to the ocean and walked toward the cliffs. Gaston did not speak to Belle, nor did he look at her. He strode ahead, confident they would follow. What other option did they have?
Belle had no choice. Straightening her spine, she took Tilly’s hand. She did not look back. She told herself she wouldn't.
However, after climbing the hill they reached a point on the cliff where there was a sudden view down onto the beach. The mist from the ocean gave her piano and books a surreal haze. They were forlorn, stark against the pale sand. It was almost more than Belle could bear, seeing them abandoned and alone, and she could not look away.
Gold saw the depth of emotion in her eyes. There was more to this than just a woman insisting on her own way. It was important. But what could he do? He couldn't very well carry the piano on his back. Even the trunks of books would be too much for him with his leg. Sympathetic, he waited a few minutes and then cleared his throat.
Belle took a deep breath. She could do this. But she would return and retrieve these pieces of her life. The sound of the crashing waves receded behind them.
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Ferns and moss abounded in the humid climate. A jumble of trees, vines, leaves and roots passed before her eyes. Through it all she heard the confident voice of Mr. Gold. Gaston might think he was the leader, but it was obvious who was in charge.
Adrenaline and residual anger, the only things keeping her going during the first half of the journey, had worn off. Now she was weary to her bones. Exhaustion kept her curious nature in check. Her overwhelming impression of this new land was mud. It stained her skirts and sucked at her boots. Tilly, resilient as children are, tromped along with good humor. She was happy to be off the ship, with a change of scenery after the monotony of the ocean. Granny noticed her enthusiasm and pointed things out to her, giving her their names: the enormous kauri trees, harakeke plants covered in korimako birds, and edible white flowered maikaika lilies. Belle was glad that at least her daughter was enjoying herself.
As he whacked at the underbrush, Gaston's good humor returned. He reassured himself that Belle was beautiful. This was important for a man as handsome as he. He had assumed she would be biddable, full of gratitude that a man like him would want to marry her despite her muteness and an illegitimate child. He would be firm but patient, and their relationship would grow in time.
When it began to rain, Belle despaired of ever reaching her new home. Her dress, soaked from the storm, grew heavier. Would they march forever in circles, trapped in an infinite forest from Tilly's stories?
At last, they arrived at a large clearing with a wooden house. Gaston was proud of what he had built. He had fought back the bush using a slash and burn technique. He envisioned manicured lawns and gardens, land transformed and subdued to his will. All Belle saw was a barren graveyard of mud. She was too tired to care.
Gaston paid the men. Boxes and suitcases lay in a jumble on the covered porch. Mr. Gold left with Kamira and Granny. The three of them were alone for the first time.
“Here are the bedrooms,” he said, opening the doors. “Tomorrow I will show you my property. Please make yourselves at home. I have a few chores to tend to, excuse me.” He left them to poke around for themselves.
Belle put their things in the smaller room. She would share a bed with Tilly. She was not ready to share one with a stranger and was grateful it did not seem that he would insist she do so. He might not be the prince from a fairy-tale, but at least for the moment he was not the villain. They slipped off their muddy clothes and collapsed into the bed.
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modestroad · 4 years
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Sometimes Trish would look at Theodora Crain and think, “Why me?”
 Today though wasn’t one of those times.
 Spring was finally here. The weather was getting warmer, the days were getting longer, and after a long winter, Trish was welcoming the chance. The weather wasn’t the only thing slowly changing though. Trish would see that her girlfriend was also starting to change. Gone was the cold bitch act that Theo was so good at. There was a warmness in Theo’s eyes that wasn’t there the first few weeks of their meeting. It was as if Theo had decided to put Trish through hell the first month and then, halfway the second, decided she actually liked Trish and dropped the act.
Then again, Trish had met Theo at the worst week of her life – Theo’s own words. First her sister committed suicide the very first night Theo picked Trish at the club, and then, just two days later, Hugh Crain also died. Add the fact that Theo’s job wasn’t exactly a walk at the park, Trish was surprised that Theo made an effort at all.
 If the woman wanted to drown her sorrows to whiskey, who was Trish to argue about?
 Instead Theo made huge steps in changing her behavior towards Trish. Not right away, no. It took three weeks, ten dates and a lot of sex for Theo to realize that Trish was here to stay. Theo was a bitch, but Trish was a stubborn ass and if Theo wanted to fuck and leave at least she could buy Trish a farewell dinner.
 One dinner turned to two, then three, then there was a movie and dinner, than brunch, lunch, late dinner, brunch again. Everything but breakfast. Because Theodora Crain could stick a finger up Trish’s ass, but she was deadly afraid of letting Trish spend the night.  Dinner, sex, shower, snack, Uber, and Trish was at her place before midnight.
 For the couple first weeks, Trish was sure she was dating fucking Cinderella.
 Or a female serial killer.
 Theo lived in a morgue house after all.
 It was after the third month that Trish realized that she wanted more from Theo, but at the same time holding back felt like a good strategy. Theo was a player. Had been a player. Trish had heard all about it from different sources and despite everyone telling her that Theodora Crain didn’t do relationships, their sixth month anniversary was round the corner. Not that Trish counted or anything. Okay, she definitely was, but Theo didn’t seem the type. Point was, Theo had surprised not only Trish, but everyone else who knew her.
 It was a question that was bothering Trish from the very first week.
 Why her?
 “Do you mind? Theo’s voice stopped Trish from getting too lost in her thoughts.
 “What?” She asked and when she looked at Theo wasn’t surprised to see a blunt between her fingers.
 Doctor Theodora Crain liked to smoke a blunt or two.
 Trish shook her head. “Cheers, my dudes,” she said and was rewarded with Theo’s rare laughs.
 Now, this Trish couldn’t swallow. Theo was the epitome of a professional with her black suit and white shirt. Shit, Trish was wearing a jean and a hoodie as she had been at class thirty minutes ago. She had felt trapped inside the classroom. So trapped that for five minutes she thought of giving up. Forget the damn degree, drop everything and move back home.
 West coast was lovely this time of year and, she supposed, she was a little homesick. She missed her mom and dad. Hadn’t see them in a while now and despite their differences, she loved them. They weren’t so happy when she announced she was moving to Boston, nor that she liked girls. To this day Trish could swear that they rather see her with a face tat than go home with a girlfriend.
 Especially if said girlfriend was Theo.
 Trish stared as Theo lit the blunt, making sure to exhale away from Trish’s face. Trish didn’t smoke. As a teen she got high a few times, but she didn’t like the taste. She had eaten edibles when she first moved to Boston, but her drug of choice was ink not weed. Why smoke her money away when she could add another tattoo to her collection?
 Apparently Theo didn’t share the same enthusiasm for tattoos as Trish did hence the blunt.
 At least they were at a park and, if the smell on the air was an indication, other people shared Theo’s pass time habits.
 “Bad day at work?” Trish knew how involved Theo could get with her patients and if smoking some weed helped her relax and clean her head, Trish wouldn’t object.
 “Work’s fine,” Theo said between puffs. “I mean, as fine as it can be. No, I just…it’s been a while since I’ve done this. I’m glad you called.”
 Trish said nothing. When she walked out of her class and seeing the beautiful day the last thought on her mind was getting back inside and burying her head to books. So she had texted Theo to meet her at a park near the university sure that the other woman would either be busy or tell her to fuck off, but Theo surprised her once again.
 Changes.
 Big ones.
 “I don’t have a drug problem,” Theo’s voice came out more throaty than usual.
 Trish grinned at her. “It’s weed, Theo. No one has a weed problem.”
 “No, it’s just…sometimes it can get-“Theo stopped and Trish waited.
 Theo did that often lately. She would start to say something only to regret it midway. And once the subject was dropped it was dropped. It was easier to pull tooth with bare hands than a secret from Theo. Trish let her.  She wasn’t a very patient person, but something told her that she should wait. Whatever Theo wanted to say was huge the least Trish could do was give her time.
 But.
 She could push a little.
 “Theo, what do you want to tell me? You need to tell me something and you’re avoiding it. What is it? You want to break up with me or something?”
“No!” The answer was fast and firm, and Trish took pleasure in it; Theo wanted her as much as Trish wanted Theo.”
 “Then what? What do you need to tell me? What are you afraid of?”
 “That you won’t fucking believe me!”
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hcrsegirl · 4 years
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╰☆╮MUSE 46 — wait, is that cerise “reese” du pont? is it just me or does the twenty-one year-old look exactly like abigail cowen? last i heard, they still weren’t over being exposed by the sentinel. according to the app, they can be credulous & turbulent, but i’ve also heard they're intrepid & audacious. can’t be too sure, people have a way of surprising you. all i know is that they remind me of vape scented smoke appearing in the middle of lecture , filming viral tik tok’s in public , the brushing down of a horse , forgetting a pencil but remembering to bring the juul to class & drinking homemade moonshine for barbie movie drinking games. honestly, the broadcast communications major should try to keep their head down. after the events of last semester, i wouldn’t want to be in their shoes. ╰☆╮
wow hey hi hello!! i’m kaya and this is my lil crackhead, reese!! this got really long because i never know when to shut up but if you want to plot pls hit me up here on tumblr or on discord at medieval 4loko gang#5402
P A R A L L E L S
gigi ( booksmart ) , keanu reeves ( always be my maybe ) , serena van der woodsen ( gossip girl ) , kirby anders ( dynasty )
T R O P E S
hard-drinking party girl , cloudcuckoolander , the trickster , upper-class equestrian , fleeting passionate hobbies , naive animal lover , fearless fool , playing with fire , parental neglect , fantasy-forbidding father
S U M M A R Y
born and raised in wilmington, delaware on the du pont family ranch, reese learned how to ride and compete on her family’s thoroughbreds. she’s a seasoned equestrian who typically competed in eventing and throughout the years had accumulated a series of ribbons and trophies between dressage, cross-country, and show jumping. definitely was a horse girl growing up and tbh still is???? definitely not the type to eat grass anymore BUT if given the chance she will not shut up about them.
a veterinarian before marrying into the du pont family, reese’s mother had their ranch doubling as both a home and veterinary clinic where the kids would help with the animals and keep them company. this caused reese to develop a soft spot for them, one that contributed to her going vegetarian at the age of 12 and eventually vegan at 15. it was also this love of animals that led her to wanting to help the environment they lived in and so her parents put her in girl scouts and eventually her love for the outdoors would cause her to join steinhardt’s outing club.
while her mother, eleanor, also helps out with the du pont family business of breeding thoroughbreds as well as run her clinic, her father, pierre, is a chairman of dupont, a conglomerate who got its start in the black powder market before expanding into chemicals for agriculture, materials science, and specialty products.
he was the type to have HIGH expectations for his family, expectations that reese never met. not that she cared to. definitely not a daddy’s girl, she’ll be the first one to call her father out for being a pompous douche straight to his face. probably quoted this to her father during a thanksgiving toast of “what are we thankful for this year”.
the black sheep of her family, even at a young age she could be found stirring up some trouble and almost always dragging one of her siblings or cousins along with her. a rebellious child who didn’t like being put into a box, she lived in a fantasy world of whimsy, often playing make-believe much to her father’s chagrin. she believed in all things fantastical from fairies to mermaids and while pierre tried to stifle those thoughts, they stubbornly remained.
even through her teenage years she’s held onto the firm belief that barbie lore is real. no one knows if she actually believes that or if it’s all of the drugs and her love for the movies getting to her head, but when confronted about it she will always be adamant that it’s a legitimate form of history.
speaking of history, her concept of it is slightly skewed?? def has weird beliefs of what communists are?? like you’re an android user??? suddenly she thinks you’re a communist????
tbh you could probably tell her something about anything and she’ll believe you without a hint of doubt. research?? she dunno her!! you could say the moon is a government con-job and she’d think it’s a fact??? super gullible and it’s a mess
i guess now would be a good time to preface that she’s dumb. stupid. an idiot. the list goes on but when i say she’s lacking brain cells… i mean it. the definition of head empty, she probably has a bunch of rocks where her brain should be sdfgh. but really, she can be innovative when she wants to be but academically she just doesn’t care to do well. in high school she ditched classes more often than not and was probably the kid smoking under the bleachers.
but where she lacks in intelligence she makes up for in brawn??? def the brawn over brains type who was a jock in high school. competed for her school’s equestrian team but also was on the fencing and archery teams. she once begged to be put into archery lessons after seeing the princess diaries 2 and fencing just came along not too soon after. she also used to run track and play soccer but those two sports ended after her senior year of high school although she probably still plays for the steinhardt’s intermurral league as well as any athletic competitions her sorority, tri-zeta ( zeta zeta zeta ) enters.
definitely the jack of all trades type except she’s passable at a whole bunch of things but good at none of them. probably can change a tire but it’ll need to be changed again soon. can bake a cake but it’ll be a little dry. the list goes on. she’s just very curious and picks up a lot of things but gets bored of them easily so she changes to the next thing.
okay i know i said she could bake a cake but she really…can’t. like with supervision she probably could but she’s impulsive and following directions for that many ingredients??? impossible. she just gets tempted to toss everything into a bowl and wing it and she does that every time. she can however make rice krispy treats. especially if they’re suppose to be edibles dfghj. but ya, don’t ask her to cook bc she can. not.
a stoner and overall drug connoisseur, she’s probably most known for being that kid who forgets to bring their backpack to class but don’t worry!! she remembered her juul!! has a collection of juuls on her person at all times. definitely that party girl who shows up hungover to class whenever she did bother to show up.
calls herself an entrepreneur because she used to sell edibles and other drug-related things and definitely was that tweet where she would give discounts if you signed an environmental petition or went to a protest.
has never said no to a dare EVER. you name it and she’ll do it. and if you dare her to drink cow titty milk or eat a piece of meat she’ll do it but it just makes you a dick dfghj
gets bored easily and tends to lash out and do something chaotic because of it?? the type to spontaneously light a couch on fire because she felt like it. a mild pyromaniac who once learned how to make a molotov cocktail. she can’t do it well. at all. but the one time she did try was also the same day she realized what a dumpster fire looked like.
i’m also not saying she’s out here to ruin your life for her own whims but like home girl has ZERO boundaries for anything. if you want to say she was a homewrecker in a past relationship??? honestly full send because it probably was her. morally she’s chaotic neutral and doesn’t care to be good or evil, she just wants to live her life of chaos and whatever happens happens. it should also be noted that she’s selfish. she puts herself first and others second always.
god someone pls try to start a fight with her. she’d either pat you on the head and ignore you OR go feral and just…foam at the mouth and bite you. probably claims to have gingervitis which is where she like…sprays vegan whip cream into her mouth and just… attacks you. for fun.
WOW ALMOST FORGOT but she’s a big larper!!! loves to go to the ones that are historical-esque where she can be an elf ( because she has a collection of elf ear tips dfghjk ) and acts as a knight/ranger by using her ACTUAL fencing, archery, and equestrian skills. she learned sindarin ( elvish ) for this but also she’s a big lord of the rings fan in general so it just worked out. her character’s storyline is her acting as her cousin, taay’s, protector but she has been known to enroll in a few competitions regarding any of her three skills.
currently selling moonshine alongside her roommates of trap zeta ( also known as the residents of the moonshine & roses subplot ) and so if you saw her running around with stolen pressure cookers, that is why !! making your own alcohol is illegal, but selling it??? even worse so they only sell it to trusted customers and anyone vetted by their usual customers. they probably have secret passwords and shit just like the prohibition period.
speaking of trap zeta, with the exception of fraternities on greek row, they throw the biggest parties. their jungle juice??? fire AND strong but also, they keep it in like....these dispensing chugs with a key so the only ones with access to fill them up or trap zeta themselves. they also have a stripper pole ( or two ) around their living room so like...ya get lit, get twisted, go off ig.
let it be known that their sorority, tri-zeta, is actually known for their stellar amount of community service but after the residents of trap zeta moved in together their sophomore year, the rep for partying started to increase and that’s why the home of muse 46-50 is nicknamed trap zeta. reese has probably been sent to standards way too many times and only got in and is still in bc her mother is a very generous alumni of steinhardt’s chapter of tri-zeta. 
a broadcast communications major, she’s a social media intern for steinhardt’s barstool page but most importantly has a whole tik tok account alongside her roommates dedicated to their college antics. think the hype house except it’s not pg-13 dancing and rly just their crackhead, drunk antics. might eventually make a playlist of tik tok’s that are probably posted on their account, we’ll see.
okay so you know the whole exposing of secrets from last semester??? reese doesn’t usually get mad but rn she Big Mad. like not only are they be scrutinized by the dean but their sorority is too and suddenly tensions are high between tri-zeta bc if trap zeta gets caught they all suffer and their chapter will be shut down and it’ll be a whole ass mess. atm she suspects their customers and even their somewhat rivals, the drug dealers of the ludes plot, but does she suspect anyone from the house??? no not rly
you can find her  stats page here and a wc page here
you can also find her pinterest board here
i also have a reese playlist here and a trap zeta playlist here
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sweetness47 · 5 years
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Surviving Purgatory
Pairing Purgatory!Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader
FINAL WORD COUNT: 2574
@spnkinkbingo – square filled: Slick
@heavenandhellbingo – square filled: Dimensional portals
@spndarkbingo – square filled: Purgatory Dean
@spnabobingo – square filled: heat
@spndeanbingo – square filled: purgatory
WARNINGS: MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY!! SMUT, SWEARING, HEAT/RUT, ABO, MATING, CLAIMING, MENTIONS OF ALMOST RAPE
Summary: Escape is all that matters, isn’t it?
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Her head hurt, and so did everything else. What the hell happened? Wait, was that twigs? Leaves? Then her ears caught sounds, yelling, fighting, and…snarling? Struggling through the pain and the persistent jackhammer that pounded inside her skull, YN attempted to open her eyes and stand up. She needed to find safety, FAST! And what about her heat? It was supposed to come any day now. How long had she been unconscious?
As she ran in the opposite direction of the noise, she felt around her pockets for her meds, but found nothing. Her mind came back to the current predicament, realizing the sounds were growing closer. With renewed desperation, she picked up speed she didn’t know she possessed. Tripping, falling, scrambling to get up, running again, her lungs burned, gasping for air.
The sounds seemed to echo from all directions now, farther, then closer, than far once more. She couldn’t tell anymore where the sounds had originated. She looked behind her but saw nothing. She looked to her left, then to her right, still seeing nothing.
She slammed into a wall…no a person. Both toppled to the ground and a scream escaped her lips. A large hand covered the sound, a deep voice shushing her. She stopped struggling when her captor held firm and whispered in her ear.
“Keep quiet if you want to live. I won’t hurt you. Trust me.”
She turned and was greeted by a stunning pair of eyes, green and mesmerizing. They stayed still and waited. The sound of footsteps came and left. When he was sure the danger had passed, he nodded to YN and released her, motioning for her to keep her voice down.
“I’m sorry if I scared you, but I didn’t want to see them take you.” He whispered. His face showed nothing but sincerity.
Then his scent hit her. ALPHA!
Shit!
Her heat was still coming. Rescue or not, he was also a threat, but a different kind of threat.
“Who, or more like, what were they? Thank you for saving me by the way. I owe you my life.” she replied, hoping her voice didn’t sound as scared as she thought.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know. And your welcome.”
His eyes flickered gold, then back to that gorgeous green.
He knew.
“Shit!” he muttered. “We need to get you back to my hideout. That sweet scent of yours is going to attract some unwanted attention. Let’s move!”
He didn’t need to tell her twice. For as dangerous as his presence was, she was a hell of a lot safer with him than without. So she went with him, weaving through the trees and dense brush, almost tripping again. Strong arms caught her mid-fall, enveloping her in the security they offered. Then they kept going.
They barely get to the shelter before YN collapses. Exhausted, hungry and cold, she can no longer maintain consciousness. Those same strong arms lifted her easily, and carried her indoors. He got a fire going soon enough, and placed blankets and pillows next to the fire for her to lay on. Her skin was pale and icy, and her breathing, shallow. If he didn’t act quickly, she could end up with pneumonia or worse. He made hot tea, mint, but she wasn’t coherent enough to drink it.
Not finding anymore blankets, he has only one choice left. Body heat is the quickest way to transfer warmth to someone. Just bodies and blankets. No clothes. He can smell her heat coming, and he isn’t sure if he will be able to keep sane, would he be able to stop himself from taking her? His conscience won’t let him violate her while she is out, but once she awakens, and she asks?
He will knot her, and then he will claim her.
For now, he needs to get her warm. Quickly, he removes his clothes and then hers. He crawls under the mountain of blankets and brings her into his arms. She feels like ice. He prays he isn’t too late to save her.
Some time later, she stirs and coughs, feeling like she’s been run over by a herd of elephants. The body behind her also stirs, and she freezes. She recognizes the scent, and is acutely aware that neither of them are wearing any clothing. She attempts to take a blanket to cover herself as she slips from the makeshift bed. Her actions, however, do not go unnoticed.
“You’re awake, thank God! How do you feel?”
She turns and blushes as she tries to shield her figure from him.
He understands and tries to calm her. “Nothing happened. You needed warmth, and the fire wasn’t enough. Skin to skin is the next best thing.”
YN visibly relaxed. “I believe you. Thank you for saving my life, again.” She turned crimson when the blankets moved, exposing some of his groin. “My name is YN.”
“Dean, and your welcome. How did you end up in this place? This ain’t no picnic site.”
“I honestly have no idea. One minute I was on my way home from the store, and then pain, lots of it. I woke up here, with nothing but the clothes on my back, and no suppressants. Worse, my heat…”
He didn’t let her finish. “I know. It’s gonna hit any time now.”
YN nodded. “That’s pretty accurate. But that still doesn’t explain why I was brought here. By the way, where is ‘here’?”
Dean’s voice was quiet, but concerned. “You’re in purgatory. It’s like a monster version of hell.” The shocked look on YN’s face made him pause. He probably shouldn’t have started with that. “My guess is you were sent her by accident, unless you’re a monster, but I’m leaning more toward option A.”
His attempt at mild humor made her smile. “I’m not a monster. I do have gifts though. I can see monsters when they are disguised as people. Does that make me a monster?”
Dean got up to grab clothing, and YN looked away with hot pink cheeks, modesty and innocence coming into play. Dean looked at her reactions and smiled.
“That doesn’t make you a monster YN. But they might see you as a threat, and figured they could get rid of you by throwing you in here.”
YN began dressing as Dean went to the kitchen area to get some food. It wasn’t much, some edible berries and mint leaves and water. But it was better than nothing.
“So, is there a way out of Purgatory?” YN asked hopefully.
“According to a friend of mine, yes. There is a door, a portal somewhere here. It’s not visible to the monsters, just other beings. I haven’t seen or found it yet though.”
YN frowned. “How long have you been searching? Or should I ask how long you’ve been here.”
Dean shrugged. “It’s hard to say. There are no day and night, just this grey, every minute of every hour.”
“Dean, we need to get me home. My suppressants! I need them before…”
He shook his head. “There’s no way we’re going to find it that fast.”
YN’s eyes widened. “But, the monsters! They will smell it, and it will lead them here.”
Dean looked at her. “We’ll be fine. They can’t get us here.”
The first cramp hit hard, spurred on by the fear and panic. YN screamed as she grabbed her mid section. They’d never been this bad.
Dean’s eyes flashed gold. Closing them, he breathed in fresh apple pie and burgers. His mouth began to water.
“Omega!” he growled. Dean came over to her and knelt down beside her, looking into her eyes. “I won’t force you, but if you allow me, I can help you. I can knot you and claim you. But it will be your choice.”
She bit her lower lip. She’d always been afraid of alphas claiming her, because she’d almost been forced once. That was why she used the herbs.
Now she had little choice. She needed an alpha’s knot, his mark.
She needed this Alpha.
“Dean…please…” she whispered.
In half a second he had crossed the room, his lips crushing hers as he carried her to the bed. She mewled as his tongue left a hot trail down her neck, then nibbled near her scent gland. Slick pooled between her legs. She moaned.
His fingers slid past the waistband of her pants, slipping easily inside her, drowning in the sweet nectar she offered. She gasped as her hips bucked, his fingers caressing her sensitive area. The first climax found her instantly, followed shortly by another. Pleasure devoured her rationality, fears vanished as her body exploded with the passionate fire created by Dean’s fingers. He slipped her pants off, and his as well, eager to lap up every single drop of the ambrosia that was YN. He was pretty sure he’d found heaven. Never had he tasted anything so irresistible. He couldn’t seem to get enough. Fuck, this was better than pie…wait did he really just think that? Yeah he did, and it was true.
“Dean! Alpha!” she cried as she orgasmed once more.
Dean once again drank every single drop, then moved to line himself up with her entrance. He searched her eyes for any sign of rejection, but found only lust and desire, need. Her eyes had gone full silver.
That melted the last of his resolve. He positioned himself and thrust in, feeling that slick pool as it welcomed his hard cock inside. He groaned as he slowly pushed into her tight hole. His thick shaft met her barrier, and she nodded. In one swift motion, he broke through, bottoming out, stopping to allow her time to adjust. His lips captured hers as he began to move, pulling out only to slam back in. She wrapped her legs around his torso as he set a relentless pace. Slick coated his cock as she hit her high once more, her cries muffled by his kiss.
He cried out her name and sank his fangs into her shoulder as his knot swelled, shooting load after load of hot cum inside her belly. He licked the wound to seal it and nipped at her neck and earlobe.
Gently, he rolled them so she was on top, apologizing when he accidently tugged the knot, causing her some minor discomfort.
Both were still coming off their high when footsteps were heard in the living room, followed by a voice Dean immediately recognized.
“Dean? You here mon ami?”
“Yeah Benny. Make yourself comfy. I’ll be out in a bit.”
YN raised a questioning brow. Dean shrugged. “That’s the friend I mentioned earlier.”
She relaxed.
Some time later, both Dean and YN emerged from the bedroom, clothed and somewhat presentable. Then YN stopped short as her gaze landed on Benny.
He was a vampire. He was also the Alpha who had nearly violated her. She would never forget that scent, ever.
YN visibly paled and ran to the bathroom, barely making it before she threw up. Dean was there in a flash.
“What’s wrong YN? Did I…?” She shook her head before he could finish.
A voice spoke from behind them. “She’s afraid of me Dean. Remember that past I told you about? The really bad one? A few years before I ended up here, I was experiencing a really bad rut. She was almost an unwilling participant in my relief. She’s quite a little spitfire and slugged me. Then she disappeared, and reality hit at what I’d almost done.”
Benny turned to YN. “I’m sorry for what I did. I hope one day you can forgive me for my actions.” Then he turned back to Dean. “I leave the decision up to you, mon ami. I did your omega wrong, and I cannot change or excuse my actions, so if you want me to go, I will.”
Dean looked at YN, then back at his friend. “I’ll still help you, because you saved my life. But I can’t speak for YN. Once we find the back door to the real world, your fate is in her hands.”
Benny nodded. “That’s fair.”
YN cleared her throat. “So, what does this portal look like? I might be able to find it.”
Benny shrugged. “Honestly chère, I’ve only ever heard stories. It’s a large shiny door, hard to miss apparently, if you have the sight.”
“We’ll head out in a few hours, it’s too dangerous right now.” Dean suggested.
The few hours went by rather quickly, although it was rather pleasant. Benny sat in the porch, while Dean and YN found new ways to pleasure each other, taking time to explore and learn about one another. Dean dived right back into her slick, and it was just as divine as previously discovered.
When the time came to leave, the unlikely trio set out, Benny and Dean both flanking YN in an attempt to mask her heat. She wore Dean’s jacket and Benny’s hat, hoping that the Alpha-scented clothing would help as well. It seemed to work at first, Benny leading Dean and YN to the area where the portal was rumored to be. Then howling and snarling echoed in the far distance.
“Shit! They found her scent!” Dean yelled.
Benny nodded, and they ran, that is until YN grabbed Dean’s arm and pointed. “There!” she shouted.
“Lead the way chère. Fast!” Benny urged.
YN held Dean’s hand and made a beeline for the portal, Benny following close behind. She reached for the handle just as three werewolves entered the area. Dean and Benny turned to the unwanted guests, machetes in hand, while she turned the knob.
Bright light shone through the opening, causing the werewolves to shield their eyes. But more creatures were heard in the distance. “Let’s move!” Dean motioned to Benny and YN, both of whom didn’t need to be asked twice. Dean grabbed YN’s hand, and Benny put a hand on Dean’s shoulder, then the three ran through the opening. Right after they did, the door closed, cutting off a hand from one of the lycans.
YN woke with a start, she wasn’t at home, and her head hurt something fierce. Then memories came flooding back. Purgatory. The Portal.
The Alpha that had saved her life, then mated her and claimed her.
Her Alpha.
She looked around the room she occupied, taking the homey feel, the simplicity. The door opened and she sat up. Dean walked in with a tray of real food. Her stomach growled as she took in the savory aroma of bacon and eggs.
“Morning sweetheart. Thought we should start our life together with breakfast in bed, then some hot sex, then some info swapping. How does that sound?”
YN smiled, even as a cramp started in her abdomen. “Sounds wonderful, but can we start in a different order? My body really needs the hot sex first, with my Alpha.”
Dean growled as he set the tray down. “Whatever my Omega needs, I am more than willing to supply.” He said as he removed his clothes and joined her on the bed.
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Love Is A Battlefield
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Fandom - American Horror Story 1984
Pairing - Xavier Plympton/Reader
Rating - Explicit
Warnings - Suicide, Violence, Mental Heath Issues, Sexual Content, Language, Religious Content
Chapter - 9/12
Read on - ao3, ff.net
Fic Summary - The year is 1984. You're a poor student living alone in L.A., plagued by your problematic relationships with a false friend and a disturbed ex. You meet Xavier Plympton, an aerobics instructor with a dark past, at the gym where you’ve taken a reception job. You quickly develop feelings for him, and you learn to your relief that he likes you too. Soon a deadly series of events befall you and the people in your life. Overwhelmed by tragedy and with your blossoming romance cut short, you are left a wreck. Six years later you discover that while Xavier is dead, he hasn’t quite departed. You soon realise that if you are to be with him and finally achieve true peace and happiness, you must take your own life and become a Camp Redwood ghost.
Chapter Summary -  Ray hears of your decision to stay at Redwood and feels compelled to change your mind on spiritual grounds. 
You watch as specs of dust dance and swirl around each other within the slice of afternoon sunlight that enters through the cabin window. You feel at peace now that Xavier has come to accept your decision. He lies beside you, eyes closed but not asleep. He can't sleep in fact, however, he has been able to learn how to shut everything out, to gain an emptiness of mind that imitates slumber. It's the closest thing you will have to actual unconsciousness after your change. That is, once you have learned the technique as well. There will of course be other things to get used to, such as the loss of time. According to Xavier minutes, hours, and days will continue to pass in the outside world, but you will cease to be aware of their passing. The only change you will be aware of day-to-day is the weather, but temperature won't affect you. Should you wish to, you will be able to run around naked on a wet winter day. You will no longer feel hungry or crave nourishment of the edible kind.
You feel a little sad at the thought of the simple, human things you will lose. You try to remind yourself that you will have all the time in the world to grieve those losses, and Xavier will help you. As for personal relationships – you have none to mourn. You have a mother, but no father to speak of. Memories of a series of substitute dads ranging from lacklustre to downright maniacal arise. You will be glad to never think of any of them ever again. Your mom won't miss you. She spent the majority of the last six years attempting to have you institutionalised. You plan to write her a letter and post it when you leave the camp to get the supplies you will need to end your life. You will tell her you've gone travelling. She'll never find out what happened to you. Your brother, a self confessed waste of space, has been absent for years.
Xavier stirs at your side. You turn to look at him, taking in his dishevelled appearance. You spent the last few hours exploring each other's bodies, revelling in mutual joy and passion. You are continuing to realise how lucky you are, not only to have met someone you are so emotionally and physically compatible with but to have been given the chance to remain with them even in death. Darkness has tarnished both of your lives, casting an ever-present shadow over your existences, but because of this, you have a deep understanding of each other's personal trauma. You lean in to kiss his forehead and are rewarded with a soft, sweet smile. He keeps his eyes closed, but breathes a deep sigh of satisfaction. Breathing is the one thing Xavier hasn't been able to let go of yet. You suspect you will try to hold on to it as well, a small reminder that you were once a living thing.
You are about to close your eyes to try and drift off when a knock comes at the front door, shattering your peaceful bubble. You see and feel Xavier’s muscles tense.
“Who's there?” he calls out.
“It's Ray. I need to talk to Y/n.”
You look at Xavier, feeling suddenly confused. “Why the hell would Ray want to talk to me? I don't think he ever said a single word to me back in L.A.”
“I think I might know. Ray hates it here, he always has. He has it in his head that we're all damned. The idiot probably wants to try to convince you to leave.”
“Montana couldn't.” You shrug, highly doubting Ray's ability to change your mind.
“Sure, but she's super laid back these days. Ray probably thinks he can nag you all the way to the fucking entrance sign. Honestly, Y/n, he will try.”
With that, Xavier hauls himself out of bed. He gets dressed and tosses your clothes towards you. You loathe the thought of having to see another person in your current state. Your hair is all over the place and you seriously need a shower. You kick yourself for leaving your car parked halfway up the road to the camp, thinking about the wet wipes you keep in the glovebox. For some reason, rather than drive all the way here, you had the urge to ditch the car just off the dirt track and walk the remaining twenty minutes to that mouldering wooden sign. It had seemed like a good idea at the time - a chance to breathe some fresh air.
You hear Ray knock again, harder this time.
“We heard you, just wait!” Xavier snaps in the direction of the door, his good mood completely gone. You wonder if he's worried that Ray will actually have some kind of effect on you.
“There's nothing he could say that would convince me to change my mind.” You try your best to sound reassuring. “I know everything now, right? There are no more secrets?”
Xavier frowns as you pull your shirt over your head.
Fuck. Why is he frowning?
“There's one more thing. It's not a big deal, that's why I didn't tell you earlier.”
You breathe evenly, trying to remain calm.
“What is it?”
“Remember I told you that Ramirez is here?”
You nod warily.
“Well, he has some kind of satanic deal going on that allows him to leave. So... we all take it in turns to make sure he stays. We kill him again and again, every time he revives. That's the only thing I haven't told you.”
You sit down on the bed just as Ray bursts through the door. Xavier swings around swiftly, but you are able to catch the furious look on his face first.
“What the fuck, man!? You can't just barge in here!” He yells.
Ray takes a step back, throwing up his arms defensively. “You were taking forever!”
“I was getting dressed.” Your voice comes out expressionless. Your disappointment that Xavier has, once again, kept something important from you leaves you feeling numb.
“I'm sorry. Really sorry.” Ray looks past Xavier to find your eyes.
“It's fine. You wanted to speak to me?”
Ray casts a sheepish glance in Xavier's direction. “Uh, yeah. Alone, if possible?”
Xavier looks at you. You nod, but make sure to smile at him. Despite the fact that he has made another mistake, you don't want him to worry.
“Fine.” He sighs, his gaze boring into yours. “I won't be far away.”
With that he leaves, but you notice him make sure that the cabin door is slightly ajar. You remain seated, looking towards Ray expectantly.
“I uh, I just felt I had to come. Montana told me about your plan. I think it's a really bad idea.” Ray shifts from foot to foot, unable, now, to meet your eyes.
“Why?” You ask.
Ray hesitates, then comes to sit beside you. You cringe a little internally, you are not at all comfortable having another man so close to you in the space that you have come to associate with Xavier and sex. Especially a man you really don't know. You hope that whatever Ray has to say, it will be quick.
“Look, Y/n, this might sound stupid but I need to say it. If you kill yourself and sentence your soul to an eternity here, you'll never be able to... move on.”
You try to remain patient. “I know that Ray.”
“But you'll never get to Heaven.” Ray says, the volume of his voice rising as he grows desperate.
You are surprised. You didn't realise that Ray was the religious type. You glance at him to see him twisting the edge of the blanket around his fingers. You feel a little sorry for him. He really is trying to help you.
“Ray, I don't want this to sound harsh because I actually appreciate what you're trying to do but, I'm not religious.” You strive to sound calm but firm. ”I don't believe in an afterlife, or Heaven and Hell. I'm sorry. I know that you probably see suicide as a sin, but I just don't. Why would I chose to die years down the line and cease to exist when I could stay here? This is better than a complete void.”
Ray remains silent for several seconds, staring at the floor. You brace yourself for an outpouring of overzealous rhetoric, but it doesn't come. Instead, Ray stands, turning to face you.
“I can't make you leave, and there's nothing I can really do to stop you. I know your type.” He blurts out angrily. “I've done my part. Just know this, I won't help to bury you.”
With that Ray leaves, stony-faced. All you feel is shock as a wave of sadness builds within you. You hate confrontation, especially when you are feeling so vulnerable. Xavier re-enters the cabin seconds later to find you crying silently. You feel him sink into the mattress and wrap you in his arms, rocking you gently and making shushing sounds.
“I'm gonna kill him.” Xavier growls.
You look into his blue eyes, sniffling. “No, you're not. He just wants to save my soul.”
“I know. I was listening at the door. Self-righteous ass. Him, not you.”
You let out a choked laugh, eyes still watery. You don’t even care that Xavier fucked up again. It’s not his fault. You really can’t expect him to be as aware as a human when he’s been stuck here for so long. He must see Ramirez as completely insignificant.
“I'd really rather you just left Ray alone. This must be hard for him.” You sigh. You had no idea that your decision to end your life would cause such an issue for someone you barely even know. “He will just have to learn to live with me.”
“Okay.” Xavier wipes a final tear from your cheek with his thumb, happy to adhere to your wishes. “I suppose we have some plans to make then?”
“We do.” You smile at him. “But first you need to explain this Ramirez situation to me properly. Am I going to have to join in the killing?”
Xavier shakes his head firmly. “No, absolutely not. I want you to know that you never have to do a single thing you don't want to here.”
Your smile grows bigger as you collapse into Xavier’s hug, relieved that he is beginning to learn what your needs are.
Notes:  So I imagine that Ray wasn’t overly fussed with his religion in life which is why it’s not a thing in the show, however since his death he’s become quite preoccupied with it. Hope this fits for everyone. Also I have nothing against Ray but he just seemed to me from what we learned in the show like the type who would be most unhappy with Y/n’s plan.
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