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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 31. brb x oc

a/n: not me adding more trauma to my characters w h a t

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff with a smidge of suggestive

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During Sunday morning, the girls went to practice and it was a lot harder. Evelyn told them all to go all the way without mercy, which meant she’d be merciless as well. Carmen and Eliza looked at each other when Evelyn seemed to be seething while practicing, even giving the other girls worried glances from across.

Beatrice noticed how Evelyn, who was usually level headed and very calm, seemed to get mad at every little mistake she made. She was distracted by something and couldn’t focus on practice which in turn angered her even more. The brunette, cautiously, suggested they do a water break since they’ve been training for one hour already - and they were all panting like old hunting dogs trying to catch a quail - adding a little smile in hopes it’d make Evelyn smile as well.

It didn’t.

But the taller woman tossed a ‘water break’ in a grunt before she made her way out of the open gym, yanking the doors open and letting it slam shut, the other girls winced at the sound before sharing another look, “I’ll go check on her,” Bea said, rushing out of the open gym to go after Evelyn. She didn’t have to go far once she got out, Evelyn was leaning against the bright red railing that led the stairs up to the gym, clenching the iron bar with her back to the brunette.

Beatrice slowly approached, stopping right beside her to see Evelyn had her eyes clenched and her eyebrows furrowed, the scowl from before never disappeared - in fact it seemed a lot worse. “Ev?” her friend showed no response, strands of her black hair sticking to the wet skin of her cheek, her back moving in deep breaths “...Evelyn?” Bea then touched the other woman’s shoulder, who in turn gasped in surprise and snapped her head towards Beatrice, wide eyed and confused.

The two women stared at each other with shocked gazes, Beatrice slowly lowering her hand when Evelyn noticed who it was, “What is it,Bea?” she questioned, going back to lean against the railing but this time supporting her weight on her bent elbows so she’d rub her face with a tired sigh.

“Are you okay?” the brunette asks, leaning her lower back on the red iron bar, “You seem…off.”

“I am okay,” Evelyn didn’t wait for Bea to finish her line of questioning, clearly not wanting to delve too deep into this particular distressful situation, “I’m…okay.” but Beatrice was always the one who’d notice if something was off with her friends. Everytime something inside of her would make her keep an eye out on someone she cared about until she found out why they were so upset…and Evelyn knew that.

“You don’t sound okay.”

“Stress.” Evelyn replied in a clipped voice, “From work.” but that didn’t stop Beatrice from looking at her friend worriedly, much like Evelyn thought it’d happen. The black haired woman sighed again, even deeper this time, rubbing her face with annoyance, ‘My parents want to come to the game.”

Beatrice blinks while looking down at Evelyn who still looks extremely irritated, “Oh…I thought you and your parents were getting along better now? I mean,you weren’t mad they came to our graduation.”

“Of course I wasn’t mad Bea.” Evelyn pushed herself upright, laughing bitterly, “Because it was grad, it’s their job to be there and see me get my degree in the one thing they thought I wasted my talents with. This is different.” she gestures to the open gym then to her large black shirt and blue and red biker shorts, “This isn’t something they have to come, then why would they want to come??”

Beatrice parts her lips,”Um…well, maybe they just want to see you.” Evelyn scoffs, turning her back to Bea with her hands on her hips, her left leg bouncing with nerves, “Ev, would it be so bad to have your parents come and see you?” her friend didn’t reply, but now crossed her arms over her chest, “I mean, when was the last time you saw them?”

“I don’t know, I saw my dad at the base a few weeks ago.” she shrugs, the day Bradley got back too, Beatrice recalls, “Visited my mom in her office soon after, then kept it to myself.”

“And before that?”

Evelyn paused, sighing heavily as her head turned to look at the parking lot, “I don’t know.”

“Maybe they miss you Ev, I mean, I know you guys butted heads a lot.” that’s an understatement but Evelyn said nothing when Beatrice mentioned it, “But they are still your parents…I know how it is too, and now my parents might stop being so over the top since they met Brad at the wedding, but I know how it feels.”

Evelyn sighed once again, interlacing her fingers behind her nape as she tried to calm herself, her back still to Beatrice. The brunette waited for a few seconds, then Evelyn turned around, the scowl still there but less intense, she just looked…hurt. “I did everything they asked me to do when I was a kid.” she says softly, “I was the top of my class from the age six onwards, I learned the violin, I joined the ballet class my mom used to be part of when she was younger, I learned five different languages because they said it’d help my future. The moment, the second I say no they throw a fucking fit!” she groans, “I didn’t want to go to law school but I did because I love my parents and wanted to make them happy only to spend one year in that place in complete misery.”

Beatrice followed Evelyn with her eyes when the taller woman paced about, gesturing to the air around herself, “When I decided to drop out of law school and join Northride, oh then they got fucking insane. How could I know what I want when they know me better? How could I know better than Vice-Admiral Beau Simpson and Prosecutor Vivian Simpson? How could I possibly know that learning law made me unhappy?” Evelyn’s normally low voice got higher the angrier she got, “Good lord!Oh no! Not their only daughter choosing to go to one of the most prestigious Liberal Art colleges in San Diego and do something that makes her happy! Jesus Christ, hold my pearls I think my great-grandma will come back from the dead and spank me!”

“Ev…”

“Then I move into campus and I start to ignore their calls because I was hurt and-and I was tired and all I ever fucking wanted was for my parents to understand I didn’t want to follow tradition!” she tosses her arms up in the air, turning to face Beatrice with her eyes open wide, “I didn’t talk to them for two whole years, Bea. Two! My dad got deployed and I didn’t even call him back when he returned, my mom got a very dangerous case about a mass murderer and I didn’t check on her to see if she was alright! That’s when they finally noticed they fucked up,that’s when they noticed they were this fucking close,” she pinches her index and thumb together for emphasis, “From losing me.”

“Ev…” Beatrice tried again, seeing how her friend was breathing heavily the more she talked, but Evelyn wasn’t done.

“So no, Bea, I don’t know if I’m okay with them coming and seeing the game. You know? For fucking what? Try to regain the lost years of my childhood? Show that ‘hey we are very sorry we put that much pressure on you when you were a younger, sweetie. But please, accept us back in your life because we fucked up badly and can’t handle the consequences of our own actions.’ “ Evelyn’s chest heaved angrily and her eyes had so much fury and pain it made Beatrice recoil in surprise.

The onslaught of words took a toll on the black haired woman, whose body moved forwards to lean back against the railing as if it was a sack of potatoes. Evelyn clenched the railing with both hands, getting down to a crouch to press her forehead against her fists and keep her eyes closed. Beatrice frowned, mirroring her position so she could look at Evelyn’s face. Evelyn was always cool toned and calm, literally the most mature of them all and to see her trying to hold back tears was a shock. “It’s okay…” Beatrice whispers, gently rubbing her friend’s back, “It’s okay, Ev, you can cry.”

“They don’t deserve my tears.” her teeth clacked as she tried to hold her emotions back in, “They fucked up and they need to understand I’m fucking hurt.”

“I know,” came Bea’s soft voice, still rubbing her friend’s back repeatedly, “I know Ev. I know exactly how you feel…but this anger and pain won’t help you. You need to talk to them and…let them know what you just told me.”

“It’ll be useless.”

“You didn’t even try,” Beatrice retorts, meeting Evelyn’s glazed eyes when the taller woman sends her a look by the corner of her eye, “You won’t know unless you try.” she smiles, “Give them a chance, don’t you think they deserve it?”

“No.”

“Ev…”

Evelyn groans, “I mean, I guess, I dunno. I’m so used to talking to them less and less I don’t know– I don’t know if we can hold a conversation without an argument arising.” one more look at Beatrice’s face and Evelyn sighs, closing her eyes “Fine. Fine, I’ll tell them where the game will happen, but I make no promises.” she pauses then, looking at her red converse, “Thanks though, for listening.”

“Always.” Beatrice says, scooting closer to wrap the other woman in a hug - a bit awkward since the two were still crouched and sticking with sweat- to which Evelyn reciprocated with one of her own, breathing out softly in relief she let all of that out of her system.

The doors behind them opened and a blonde head poked out, “Hey, came to check if you are both alive.” the two women looked back at Shells, who nodded, “Okay, hey guys!” Shells turned her head back inside, “They are alive!It’s okay!” There's a cheer coming from inside the gym before Shells walks out, fixing her high bun to crouch next to the two girls, draping her arms over their shoulders, “What are we talking about?”

Evelyn hesitated, looking back at Beatrice who nodded with a small smile, “My parents are coming over to watch the game.”

“...oh…Oooohh!” Shells says with realization, ‘Family trauma? Why didn’t you call me, we could’ve shared how our families fucked us over together. It’s a great pastime-” Beatrice glared at Shells, which in turn made the blonde stop her rambling, “Oh it’ll be fine, Ev. If it helps there’ll be other people there, like my aunt, Mav, Bob,Rooster, Hangman who literally shone like a firework when he found out about it…everyone really!It won’t be so bad.”

Evelyn frowned, chewing the inside of her lip then sighed heavily, pushing herself upwards with the other two following right behind, “Okay…okay, fine…fine. It’ll be fine.” She looked back to the gym where the other girls were waiting for her return. She took one deep breath, letting the air go through her mouth before she marched back inside, head high and looking like the Evelyn they all knew.

Beatrice and Shells however, shared a worried look, the blonde had her hands on her hips as they walked in after Evelyn who was reassuring everyone inside that she was okay.

Beatrice went to practice with her car that morning, letting Bradley sleep on her bed - kissing his cheek when he complained about taking her, then tucking him in as he immediately fell back asleep- back at her place. She sighed, chewing the corner of her lower lip as she parked on her driveway, that was wide enough that fit both her car and the Bronco side by side, before she picked up her bag and made her way to the front door.

“Brad?” she calls as soon as she enters, surprised to see the couch empty and Jolene hadn’t come up to greet her like always. But she did hear music coming from her kitchen, so Beatrice propped the bag strap on the wall hanger alongside her keys hearing the music get even louder as she neared the source of the sound.

She saw Jolene sitting patiently next to Bradley, who had his back to the doorframe wearing nothing but his gray sweatpants, watching him do something on the counter with interest. Beatrice leaned her shoulder against the doorframe, smiling while crossing her arms as she watched Brad toss pieces of what she could only assume would be meat - after blowing it to cool it down- to Jolene who’d catch mid-air. She took notice of some of her pans on the stove alongside the delicious smell wafting around her kitchen, not being able to hold back her smile as he continued messing about the counter.

Debbie Harry’s raspy tone mixed with Bradley’s deeper one as he sang along to Heart of Glass, bobbing his head while following the tune as he opened the sink to wash his hands. He noticed he was no longer alone with Jolene, because he looked over his shoulder to see Beatrice still leaning against the door frame with a smile, “Well, hey,” he smiles, wiping his hands on the rag on the counter before turning around to step closer, “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“You were singing along with Debbie, I didn’t want to interrupt.” she said, rolling her lower lip into her mouth while watching his body ripple as he walked, the subtle flex of his pectorals clearly were intentional once he noticed her eyes dragging all over him and stopping at the sharp jut of his hip bones.

“I think Ms.Harry would understand,” he says, sliding his hands around her waist and bringing her closer, “That I had to stop the performance to greet my girlfriend.”

When he kissed her, she couldn’t help the pleased hum when their lips met, her arms wrapping around his neck to deepen it. She laughed into his mouth when he grabbed her ass, cupping the cheeks to pull her higher in his hold but not wrapping her legs around his waist, just letting him pick her up was good enough.

Beatrice pulls back, giving him one more peck before she looks into his eyes, “Are you planning something?” she questions, looking over his shoulder to her stove curiously.

He looks back as well, “Ah,” he begins, “Well,ma’am, if you must know I’m preparing us lunch. You always cook us something and I wanted to repay the favor.” he says, pressing butterfly kisses to her neck, moaning she smelled so good even after working out.

“Oh really?” Beatrice laughs, “And what are you preparing for lunch then?”

“Chicken fajitas, you had the ingredients in your fridge so,” he shrugs, pulling back to look at her, “I thought why not give you a nice lunch prepared by your boyfriend,” he pecks her lips “That loves you,” another one “So much.”

Beatrice blushes, barely being able to kiss him back when he does so, but she’s grinning down at him, “I wouldn’t mind that at all.” she says, “But I really need to shower, Roos. I’m sticky all over.” he lowers her to the ground where she fixes her shirt, then her shorts, “I’ll be right back, okay?”

But her boyfriend drops his gaze to her bare legs, his own lower lip being bitten between his teeth as he takes his eyes back up, “I can make you all sticky if you want, gorgeous. Just give me a few minutes.” but he just walks back into her kitchen with the same smile on his face, disappearing from her view as she climbs up the stairs.

It’s a quick shower just to remove the grime and sweat from her body, changing to a large t-shirt and soft striped pants. It was Sunday, there was no need to actually dress up fancier than that.

Beatrice walks back into the kitchen to see Jolene is already eating in the corner and Rooster smiling at her while pulling a chair for her to sit, ‘Ma’am, please sit,your food will arrive shortly.” he says, kissing her lips before she sits down, turning her head to watch him bring the plate already set in front of her, the chicken fajitas with colorful mexican rice on the side and a dollop of guacamole stared back up at her.

Rooster pulls the opposite chair back with his leg, then sits down himself after placing the plate down in front of him, “Roos, this looks amazing.” Beatrice says, “And it smells incredible.”

“Well I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” it's what he says while rolling his eyes with a smile, “And I know some recipes, some quick ones that I can make with my eyes closed.”

Beatrice only smiled before taking a bite out of everything in her plate, humming happily as she chewed, “Brad, this is so good.” She says, “You are a great cook.”

Bradley drops his head with a laugh, eating his own forkful with a smile on his lips, “Well,I try my best.” He was still learning some stuff, but he has been watching cooking videos all over the internet to level up his own skill in case he wanted to make her something. Like right now. Seeing her happy face was enough of a reward for him if he was being honest to himself.

Both were starving, enough for their conversation to be short besides the usual compliment she’d throw his way thanks to how good his cooking was. And Rooster couldn’t help himself, the constant compliments were doing something to him. By the time they were done, he picked the plates before she could do it, kissing her cheek as he walked back to the sink, “That was really good, my compliments to the chef.” she chuckles, watching his muscular back move as he washes everything.

“Well, the chef accepts the payment in kisses.” he says with his back still turned, looking over his shoulder with his eyes hooded, “Or…in some other form that a lovely woman could give him if she so desired.”

“I think we can work something out.” she replies, leaning on a hand and watching him wash everything with a smile. Again, this was so…domestic and nice, she wanted to keep it to memory “If the chef is willing to talk about it.”

“Oh, he is,” Rooster says quickly, drying his hands with the rag as Beatrice stands to her feet, his taller frame towering over her as he steps closer, pinning her against the wall, “He’s open to several methods of payment, ma’am.” he whispers, lowering his mouth to her jawline then her neck, digging his fingers on the soft fabric of her pants, stretching it over her ass so he could feel her panties underneath. “We should talk about it, right now.”

“Roos, we literally just ate.” she laughs, feeling her boyfriend groan in displeasure as he drops his head on her shoulder, “Just give it a few minutes, okay?”

“But,” he looks back up with a pout, “But you smell so good…and you feel so good too.” Beatrice just arched her eyebrow at him, making Bradley groan one more time before he pulls back, dragging his hands up her waist, nuzzling her neck with finality “Fine.”

Beatrice smiles, grabbing his hand and tugging him out of the kitchen and towards the living room, where he flopped on the couch with a pout, bringing her closer to himself by setting her on his lap. She didn’t complain, she just laughed and nuzzled on his neck, running her fingers over the lines of his arm, the hair there tickling the pad of her thumb as she drew random patterns on his golden skin.

“How was practice, by the way?” he asks after a few seconds of watching her move her finger on his arm.

“It was okay.” she replies, choosing to keep what happened with Evelyn private, “I guess…I’m still nervous, you know?”

Rooster hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, hugging her tighter to his chest as he adjusted himself on the couch, “You’ll do great.” she murmurs something under her breath, pressing her temple to his collar bone with her eyebrows low, “You’ll kick their asses. Where will the game happen?”

“Well, according to Ev, they wanted to do it on a ‘neutral’ ground since we are Northride alumni. So, Prof.Richards talked to a gymnasium and we can use it there.” she says, huffing out a soft breath, “I don’t know, Roos. I’m kinda scared about dealing with these…girls. Evelyn said they could be very vicious.”

Rooster frowns,sliding a bit further on the couch so he could place his legs on her coffee table, giving her more space to lie down on him, “You think they’ll try something?” they better not, no one better mess with Beatrice, no matter who.

“Ev said that this charity game is their ticket back into the regional games. If they manage to have a good game, winning or losing it, they can get back on the spotlight.” she explains, looking back up at him when he runs his fingers through her hair, twisting the ends of the strands on his index, “So…there’s that.”

He inhales deeply, pressing another kiss to her head in hopes it’d calm her down, “So, it’s a way for them to just show everyone they aren’t pieces of shit?”

“Pretty much, no one wanted to play with them and that…worries me a little.”

That worried him a little too, whoever these girls were they must’ve done something really bad for them to reach out for this charity marathon and then have Beatrice’s team be their opponent when no one else wanted to.

Beatrice and the others were obviously older than they were, maybe somehow they thought they had an advantage because of that. Which is insane, because the age range went from twenty three to twenty nine, no one of the girls were ancient. And, not to toot his girlfriend’s own horn again, but Beatrice was too good, she was very good, if she plays at the game how she played against Hangman it’d end up with their victory.

But she looked worried still, chewing on her lower lip repeatedly while looking away from him, “Bea,” she looks up with her lower lip still in her mouth, so he gently pulls it off from between her teeth, rubbing the bruised flesh with his thumb soothingly, “Baby, don’t be like that, I know you’ll do your best.”

Beatrice blushed at the new nickname, “I…I’ll try…” she says, “I just want to do good.”

“You will do good.” he reassures her, gently caressing her scalp, “You will kick their asses, we’ll celebrate at the Hard Deck then we’ll celebrate even harder when we get back here.” She didn’t miss the obvious intonation in his voice when he says it, meeting his eyes and mirroring his smile.

Beatrice’s smile relaxes him immediately, especially when she adjusts herself to straddle his lap and sit on top of him, her arms draped over his shoulders, “Celebrate even harder?” he nods, cupping her butt cheeks and squeezing the flesh gently, “That sounds…very interesting.”

“It is.” he purrs, ‘It involves you, me and a whole lot less clothing.”

“Ah. Of course.” but her smile remains, her hands cupping his cheeks as she kisses his lips, “Thank you, Roos. For calming me down.”

God, he could have that smile forever ingrained in his brain and he wouldn’t complain, “It’s my pleasure, gorgeous.” He gently touches the side of her cheek, “You can always count on me.”

“And you can always count on me.” she says promptly, he’s reminded of their day at the amusement park and at the Ferris Wheel, with her telling him she’d protect him from harm only for minutes later she does the exact thing she said she’d do when they were in that little cabin, “Okay?”

God he loved her.

He did.

He just smiled even more, his eyes squinting at how much his cheeks flexed in happiness. His whole body was warm for all the good reasons, “Okay.” he replies, cupping her chin so he could bring her head closer and their lips would meet yet again.

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witchfall · 1 year

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what you hear is not silence

[Fallen Hero series. Set post-Retribution. A hypothesis about the Ranch ending...particularly regarding two rangers and their budding Shared Interest.]

[Chargestep + Chargeflystep. A negotiation of what that means. 1718 words.]

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“You’re doing good work, Daniel.”

Ricardo means it, in the momentary leaning on a comrade while covered in blood kind of way, and Daniel, thankfully, takes it that way. “Thank you. I hope so.”

They’re both too tired to play games right now. Both too keyed up, on the edge, despite the easy, distracted smile that graces Daniel’s face after being near River for two minutes, if that.

“Is she doing okay?” Ricardo asks. Because — he’s not so prideful he can’t admit it while at the depths of his exhaustion, at the very least — Daniel can get River to talk about the things she fastidiously hides from them both. She thinks she does a good job of it, too, hiding things from them, which would be funny if it wasn’t so…not.

Ricardo just knows better than to chase those dogs, anymore. Not if he wants to keep her close.

Daniel’s expression flickers from passive happiness to mild distress. “I would say try to drive slower but…” He slips into an anxious laugh. “You shouldn’t. We should just get her there as fast as we can.”

Ricardo nods, taking a pull from his water bottle. He hasn’t let himself sit with the revelations about The Farm. He can’t. If he does, he’s not sure how the rage will come out — just that it will be ugly.

Seven years he thought she was dead and gone, but it had somehow been worse than that.

“Ricardo…”

Right. Here it comes. Another long-needed confession in a night of them. Ricardo focuses on screwing the cap back on.

“You know we…she is…I’m…” A frustrated huff of breath, and then: “We sort of went on a pre-date the other day and we kissed and I really, really don’t want to roll up to your mother’s house without us…acknowledging…that.”

Do you have any idea how absolutely terrifying it is to be in love with you?

He knows it wasn’t a lie. The cold mortification in her eyes was real. The fury, the frustration, haloed by that golden string that keeps bringing them together. Keeps her together.

“I told her we would talk about it with you together,” Daniel continues, voice fast, hand running through his mussed hair, “but she’s so…so scared. She almost…this was…”

His eyes squeeze shut.

“I know,” Ricardo says. “And I had a feeling.”

Another bubble of nervous laughter. “Yeah, I imagine you do.”

“You aren’t exactly subtle, you know?” But the smile is warmer than even Ricardo expects. “It’s nice to see her smile like that. And you,” he tacks on, but he finds he means that, too.

Daniel smiles back — he’s good at that — but it fades quickly into something shadowed by moonlight. “She loves you. I think you should know that, if you don’t.”

A flash of something there. Uncertainty. He can see it in the way Daniel’s mouth turns downward, the way he looks elsewhere. Because while the history between River and Ricardo is sometimes as frustrating as a brick wall, it also binds them like chainlinks — and Daniel isn’t part of that. Doesn’t have something that sturdy. He just has hope. Just has throwing himself into the sky, believing it can work.

Ricardo tilts his head and stares at the asphalt. “I—”

“She needs you. I mean it.”

He turns to meet Daniel’s gaze, surprised by the intensity of the unnecessary rejoinder. He does mean it, in perhaps the most unselfish-selfish way possible. He knows River loves Ricardo. That it may define her in that thorny, bone-deep way, like it has come to define Ricardo, too. But Daniel also knows that this is what heroes do, making sure their happiness comes last, and he won’t be anything less.

Fucking hell is it like looking into a funhouse mirror, sometimes.

“I could never walk away from her,” Ricardo says. This fucking day. It’s entirely the truth, too painfully bare. “But she doesn’t let many people in. You know that.” He thinks about it for a long moment. “She’s lost enough in her life. We’d be real idiots if we tried to…I don’t know…fight dramatically in the street over it.”

His eyes widen. “So you aren’t…”

And this time Ricardo laughs for real. “No, you’re stuck with me. We’re dealing with this. Somehow.”

Daniel’s smile is…

Well, it’s not innocent, he can say that for certain. There’s a knowing there that’s…

Hmm.

“I’ll pretend to be surprised when we talk,” Ricardo says, “if she doesn’t figure out you spilled the beans before then.”

Daniel laughs. He laughs in the face of that danger. He laughs in a way that makes the situation feel fizzy and bright and not cold and dangerous and yawning like a chasm. He gives a small salute, pulls his goggles back on over his face, and spirals away into the sky like that’s a normal thing that humans do.

It’s not like Ricardo doesn’t get it.

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Once River is all wrapped up in Mama’s loving care, Ricardo excuses himself to the bathroom to stand there and…consider the situation.

He stares at himself in the mirror. At the bags under his eyes and the lines in his face and the grays along his temple.

Of course he was confused about it. The Daniel and River situation. He kept it compressed in a ball, just beneath his ribs — a painful little burr of things he had been pointedly not thinking about. He was focused on keeping her alive, on protecting her from herself; on how determined the universe seemed to be to tear her from him, to turn her into smoke and bone and blood, over and over and over…

At least he revived her this time.

But now it is unspooling and he needs to wrangle it together before he can face her again.

He can’t stop thinking of her bursting into tears the minute Mama greeted her with wide open arms. Too many things make sense now. Of course she would…of course, if you’ve never…

No. Still too raw.

Much easier to think about how Mama noticed immediately that he and Daniel both — for the same split second — became helpless, useless boys waving their arms around trying to figure out how to banish River’s tears from existence before they remembered their professional faces. Which means they’ll have to talk about it. Potentially in front of Mama.

River is going to be so pissed.

But damn, he’ll take it. He really will. If you had told him two years ago that River would be back in his life—

No, honestly, it just stops there. He wouldn’t have cared what the cost was. And if the “cost” is “you will have to make a very interesting arrangement with the new guy on the team who makes you think a little too much” then that’s nothing. That’s less than nothing. He will pay it. So fucking gladly. Just watch.

Even if the cost becomes something sharper, harsher. Even if the cost is “she prefers him over you because he isn’t the past” or “she trusts him because she can read his mind and she’ll never see yours and it will never be the same to just say what you really think.” Even if the cost is a little pin needle like “she frankly finds Daniel handsomer than you.” Really. He’ll live.

Isn’t that what love is about?

She said it first.

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Ricardo leans into the door frame. "Daniel couldn't stay because he has to go kick up dust over the trail, in case you were wondering."

River pointedly picks at invisible dirt on her blanket. “I wasn’t.”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire.”

Instead of the usual exasperation, she regards him with empty…nothing. An absolute resistance to showing anything at all. Unfortunately for River, that tells Ricardo everything.

"So he talked to you?" she asks.

Is she more scared of this than…the rest of it? Maybe it’s easier to be scared of this. Ricardo covers the ache with a shrug. “Talked to me about what?”

Her expression turns brittle and strange, eyes darting to the quilt. And then she says: “I’m sorry.”

Stunned, his “Why?” comes out sharper than he expects.

“For, I don’t know, everything about it?” Her eyes are shining again, glaring and furious. Someone staring down the car coming right at them, like that might make a difference. “Not telling you first, not talking…about it all, about…I don’t even get it…”

He sees it, suddenly. Clarity. This is what she meant. Lashing out. She can’t twist herself into a perfect shape in prediction of what he’ll say and how he’ll react. She just has to be herself. And damn if that isn’t painful.

Damn if he doesn’t understand.

“You? Not knowing something?” He kneels down by her bedside and reaches for her hands and takes them harshly in his own before she can draw back. “Too many pain killers for you, I think, if you’re admitting that.”

She doesn’t pull away. Even though she says, “Dick.”

“Got it in one.”

Her frown wobbles. He watches textures of words rise to her lips and die before she lets them out. Trying so hard to exert control over a situation that is defined by the complete loss of it.

“Nothing has to change,” he says. “Nothing at all. I didn’t lie to you. And I don’t think you lied to me.”

A shadow passes through her face — the same one that comes around whenever she mentions how complicated her life has become in the wake of her not-death. He still hasn’t puzzled it out.

And then, a commendable recovery: “If you hold it over my head I will kick you in the balls.”

“With what legs?”

Her hands flap angrily in his grip, like that might banish him from existence.

“You looooove me,” he croons at her, darting just out of reach right as her hands shake free. All to watch the orange creep into her face, to watch her eyes glow with some semblance of life and fury and, he would like to think, happiness — though he hasn’t yet seen the proof. That’s fine. He’ll find it.

“Idiot.”

“And I love you.”

“Get out of here before I yell for your mom.”

#fhr #fhr ortega #fhr herald #chargestep #chargeflystep #ricardo ortega #river basri #daniel sullivan #writing practice that got out of hand as usual but that means it may not be super polished sorry #otp: evencharge #ot3: evening sky

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The other c-word - one-shot

In celebration of Hysteria’s 35th birthday, a silly ficlet about the filming of the Animal video. Inspired by Cirque de Phil by @thiswatch-lepparddef-werehi.

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“Right. Everyone! Please!” The Assistant Director, worn out, stressed, and still trying to decide which is harder to organise, rockstars or rhinoceroses, waves his clipboard and tries to shout over the warring sounds of the playback track, a PA system blasting ‘Entry of the gladiators’, and, in the distance, a disgruntled elephant making its feelings known with loud trumpeting. The band and crew, however, are distracted watching Malvin balance Phil’s spare guitar on his head, so the only one really paying attention is a bored zebra named Rambo. After a while it becomes apparent, disappointingly, that Malvin is not going to injure himself in an amusing way, and the group redirect their attention to the irate man with the lists.

“Finally. Okay. We've cleared all the dung - hopefully no more mishaps for you Mr Elliott - lighting’s been tested, camera’s… hold up.” He scans round the tent, frowning. “Where’s the other one?”

“Other one?” Joe performs a quick headcount, “Oh, Steve. Might have guessed.” Turning to Sav he asks, “Is he with Phil?”

“No, Phil’s over there chatting up that acrobat lady.”

“Course he is. Well he can’t still be getting changed, he’s probably having a ciggie somewhere outside.”

“Then someone is going to need to go and find him. We need to get these shots done and cleared by 4pm or you are going to end up in THE ACTUAL CIRCUS.” He rubs his forehead in agitation, “Which is probably where you be… HEY!” Noticing that Rambo is now enthusiastically chewing one of the cables, he dashes off, waving the clipboard to very little effect.

“Well I’m not going, I just cleaned the shit off these boots!”

Sav sighs, “Fine, I’ll go. If he’s set light to another pile of straw he should be easy enough to spot.”

However, nothing seems to be on fire and it takes ten minutes of searching before he eventually tracks Steve down, lurking in a caravan.

“There you are! We’ve been waiting for you, what have you been doing?”

“Just… you know… hanging around. The Mysterious Zelda made me a cup of tea.”

“Delightful.” Sav tries not to roll his eyes. “If you’re fully refreshed, perhaps you’d like to join us for the scene in the big top.”

“Right… um… can’t I do my bit here? Or in that stable wagon maybe?”

“No. It’s a group shot. We all have to be in the tent.”

Steve could not look less enthusiastic if he tried.

“Come on. The director’s already having kittens. Or zebras!” Sav moves to the door but realises that Steve has not moved, still sitting huddled in the corner of the bench seat looking up at him with big puppy-dog eyes. “Is there a problem?”

“I… it’s just… I don’t… I don’t like… circus… things.”

“Circus things? You mean the animals? They are a bit scary but they’re well controlled…”

“No… the animals are fine… it’s the…” He suddenly adopts a manic grin and waves his cupped hands up and down in front of his face.

Confused, Sav copies the mime, and then realisation dawns. “OH. You mean CLOWNS!”

Steve winces and nods.

“So an actual lion, you’re fine with? But a guy in make-up and big shoes freaks you out?”

“Uh huh.”

Sav is about to laugh, but he clocks the genuine agitation on his bandmate’s face and switches the grin to an expression of concern. Sitting down next to him, he pats the distressed man’s shoulder in what he hopes is a comforting manner. “Have you always been afraid of…”

“Don’t say it!”

“Err… comic performers?”

Steve shakes his head, “No. I mean, I’ve never been exactly keen on them… but then… that birthday party Phil organised. Afterwards… I started to have nightmares. The whole house full of…” he gulps, “clowns, and all chasing after me.” Flicking his eyes quickly to Sav’s face, he adds “I know it’s silly, but I just can’t shake it.”

“Oh. Well it shouldn’t be a problem, there’s no… err… jesters in the scene.”

“No. But they’re out there.” He shudders. “I’ve seen them.”

Sav is at a loss. He doesn’t have a lot of experience in this arena. Sure, Joe’s afraid of spiders, but you can just squish those. Squishing clowns seems like it would be frowned upon… Suddenly, a figure bursts through the bead curtain. She is wearing a flowing robe, about five pounds of silver jewellery, and carrying a crystal ball. The Mysterious Zelda, Sav presumes.

An imposing figure despite the costume being topped with a head of pink curlers, Zelda points an imperious finger at Steve and booms in a Russian accent “Young man! I alone have the cure for your affliction!” She pulls one of the chains from around her wrist and dangles it in front of him. “Behold! This talisman, brought by nomadic tribesmen from ancient Mesopotamia, is proof against bards, witches, mimes, and all those who gambol about in pursuit of humour. You need no longer be afeared!” She drops the trinket into Steve’s outstretched hand. “Guard it with your life.” She directs the commanding finger to the door of the caravan, “Go now, for the talisman must be exposed to sunlight to achieve full potency.”

“Yes Madam Zelda. Thank you Madam Zelda.” Steve stumbles down the steps, never taking his eyes from the charm held on his palm.

“That’s lucky. Having that very specific talisman to hand.” remarks Sav casually.

Zelda smirks and in an accent that is suddenly more Midlands than Russian replies, “That’s right, duck. Got it at Woolworth’s!”

#Steve Clark #steve clark fanfic #steve clark fanfiction #def leppard fanfic #def leppard fanfiction #one-shot

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Baldr in Hel - Ch. 06

Baldr's POV

Ganglöt and Ganglati objected to having to accompany their mistress and Baldr to Angrboða's abode, which turned out to be because she had her home in a high tower at the other end of Hel's castle.

But Hel was resolute, much to their chagrin.

“Why can't you at least install a lift?”, Ganglöt complained.

“Or tubes and trains?”, added Ganglati.

Hel rolled her eyes. “You already asked me that a month ago. I told you then and I will tell you again, the transport services are still under construction. End of the discussion.”

And so the two gave up and resigned themselves to the fact, that they would have to follow the queen the long way to the top of her mother's tower.

Baldr felt bad for the elderly couple.

“I can carry you, when you're too tired”, he offered.

Ganglöt giggled in amusement. “My, such a gentleman! But no, thank you. We have always managed just fine in the past. As long as you walk slowly enough for us to keep up, we'll be fine.”

The Bright One shrugged. “Alright. But my offer stands.”

Nanna had insisted on accompanying them.

Partly, because she didn't want to stay behind all by herself, but mostly – she claimed – because someone would have to distract Baldr from the creepy surroundings, if he got scared.

Hel had laughed, but agreed to take her with them.

“You're just spooked by the howling of my dog”, she teased.

“Am not!”, Nanna huffed.

Either way, the brunette goddess was coming along.

Turned out, the way to Angrboða's home was long indeed.

The group of five walked through dark and fluorescing hallways.

After half an hour of walking, Nanna asked: “Why are the hallways in this castle so big? Could it be, that you have a thing for Gothic architecture?”

Hel, who was walking in front of them, paused.

When she faced Nanna, Baldr was surprised to see a sheepish expression on her face.

“I'm claustrophobic”, the Queen of the Dead confessed.

Nanna smiled: “Oh, I see. Don't worry. That's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm asking, because I've been noticing a trend. Besides, I used to be agoraphobic as a child. I grew out of it, when I came to Asgarðr in Freyja's entourage. I mean, I had to. Asgarðr has so many wide places and streets.”

“Freyja's entourage? So you're a Vana?”, Ganglati asked. “I wouldn't have guessed! Though, to be fair, I have never seen a Vana before.”

Nanna just shrugged in response. “Yeah, most people think all Vanir are blond. Anyway”, she turned back to Hel, “thanks for telling me. I appreciate the trust.”

Hel gave her a warm half smile, before pointing toward the other end of the hallway. “Let's keep going. I want to be back before lunch. Remember, Hermóðr will arrive around three pm.”

Now Nanna was the one to stop dead in her tracks. “What?”, she breathed as all colour drained from her face.

Her shock caused Hel to blink in confusion. Then her right eye widened in realisation. “Shit! I forgot to tell you, that your former lover is coming to negotiate your and Baldr's release!” She tore at the blonde parts of her hair and her left side turned skeletal from distress. “Fuck, how could this happen?! I never forget important stuff like-”

“Leave it be”, Nanna said tiredly. “At least now I won't be caught off-guard, when he shows up.”

“But still! This is horrible! I should have made sure-”

“Hel, stop. Let it go. Everybody makes mistakes. Don't wreck your head over it, okay? I'm not upset. Shocked and a bit bewildered by the news, yeah, but not upset. It'll be alright.”

Hel nodded (though her expression remained glum) and turned back to the corridor ahead.

They continued on their not so merry way and crossed the entire castle, until they reached a lone, narrow corridor.

It was eerie: deadly quiet, chilly and filled with thick ground fog. The walls didn't fluoresce and high windows were pointing northwards, so the blue fire from the torches was the only light (Baldr's own glow not included).

Normally Baldr liked the darkness just fine, but this here was just creepy.

So he went ahead and took the hands of Nanna and Hel.

“What's wrong?”, Nanna inquired. “I thought you're fine with the dark.”

“This is probably different from the darkness he's used to”, Hel assumed. “Are you afraid, Baldr?”

“A little”, he admitted. “In the rest of the castle, the Gothic architecture looks amazing and there is at least a little more light, because of the black sun and the fluorescing walls. Here it feels more like I'm in a gothic horror novel by Edgard Allan Poe. Or in some ancient city from a Lovecraft story- HOLY COW!”

With that scream, he let go of the women's hands and leaped back at least three metres. He had just nearly bumped into what had to be the scariest statue he had ever seen.

“Frick!”, he gasped. “If I wasn't already dead, I'd be having a heart attack right now! What is that thing???”

“It's a gargoyle”, Hel answered. “Nothing to be afraid of. The only thing it does is let water run into this drain.” She pointed at the small channel in the floor beneath the gargoyle's maw.

Baldr blinked. “Huh. I didn't notice that before.”

“Well, you were close to falling into the water”, she deadpanned. “Then you would have noticed.”

Nanna burst into laughter, Ganglöt and Ganglati were struggling not to giggle.

Baldr shrugged it off. This was just Hel being Hel.

At that moment, an icy gust of wind came from outside the windows, making them all shiver.

Ganglöt and Ganglati groaned and flexed their joined, making a cracking sound.

“Yeah, a lot of windows still need to be glazed”, Hel said. “But this castle is huge, so it takes ages. And none of the glaziers wants to come down here.”

“Can't say I blame them”, commented Nanna. “This place is the creepiest thing ever! Darkness, blue fires, ground fog, freezing wind that chills you to the bone … only thing missing is the howling of wolves or the cawing of ravens.”

At that moment the deepest, most resounding howl Baldr had ever heard came from outside and echoed through the corridor.

“There it is”, Nanna noted, while Baldr froze in terror and grabbed one of Hel's arms.

Only a minute after the howling died down, did Baldr finally whisper: “What the here was that?! That wasn't a normal wolf!”

“It wasn't”, Hel confirmed. “That was my dog Garmr. But don't worry. He wouldn't harm anyone, unless I command it.”

Baldr was almost relieved to see the solemn look in her right eye. No laughing, giggling or even smiling from her, nor from Nanna or the elderly servants.

That didn't make him less embarrassed though.

“Sorry”, he mumbled in shame and let go of Hel's arm.

But then he noticed, that Nanna seemed hardly affected. “Wait a minute! Why aren't you scared?”

“I am”, she smiled weakly. “It's just not the first time I hear it. I've already heard it several times, back when I had to shovel snow in the garden. It still scares the shit out of me, but it doesn't catch me by surprise anymore. This is what Hel meant earlier, when she teased me about being scared of her dog.”

“I'm sorry about that”, Hel told them. “But it's okay to be scared. I used to be afraid too, when I was younger. Not of the howling, but of everything else here.”

“That's true”, Ganglöt piped up. “Back when she was a little girl and had just been given jurisdiction over Niflheimr and Helheimr. The first times we brought her here, she clung to our arms and shook like a leaf. Poor, frightened little thing.”

“Does that mean you two have been here longer than her?”, Nanna asked the elderly couple.

Ganglati nodded. “Much longer. We're as old as mankind.”

“Wow!”

Baldr pondered.

As old as manking, huh? That meant they were among the oldest beings to still exist. Which made him wonder even more what exactly they were. But he would ask them about that later, because for now the five of them had another goal.

Right as he had finished that thought, another, much deeper and darker howl made him shiver and he clung to Hel's arm again.

“Don't be frightened”, she tried to soothe him. “That's just Fenrir.”

“Just Fenrir???”, Nanna exclaimed incredulously. “Are you seriously trying to convince us not to be scared of the Fenriswolf?! I know, he's your brother and all, but don't tell me to not be scared of a wolf the size of Mount Everest!”

“Actually, he's bigger than- okay, I'll stop”, Hel chuckled, when the Vana glowered at her. “Anyway, let's keep going. We've been dawdling for too long. And Baldr, please let go of my arm. It's the dead one, if you tug at it too much, you'll rip it off.”

He apologised and released her arm.

Hel just shrugged and continued walking.

Ganglati tugged at the sleeve of Baldr's shirt to get his attention.

“I'm surprised you don't mind touching Her Majesty's left arm”, the old man remarked.

Baldr caught on. “It's fine”, he assured the other. “I don't care about the state of her arm and hand. They're hers. That's all that matters to me.”

At those words, Hel whirled around and gawked at him. Her left side was lively and her ghostly white face was flushed pink.

The sight was so adorable, that Baldr blushed a little as well.

In the background Nanna and the elderly servants snickered into their hands. A stern look from Hel silenced them, though.

Eventually, they walked around a corner and Hel stopped in front of a giant door (hand-carved ebony and adorned with weird-looking reliefs, because of course it was).

She knocked thrice and the door opened by itself to reveal … nothing. Just black. But Hel snapped her fingers and a circular staircase appeared in front of them.

A staircase with … glowing stairs?

Okay, that was surreal. And creepy as Niflheimr.

The black light of the stairs was so dim, that Baldr outshone it.

However, the walls absorbed 100% of the light, so the stairs were the only thing visible. Which made it even creepier. Like they were ascending within a big, black void.

Out of instinct Baldr reached for Hel's hand. This time he caught the right one. And as soon as she gripped his own hand firmly, he calmed down considerably. She seemed to have that effect.

Unfortunately, the effect was ruined by what Hel said next: “Mind your steps, Baldr and Nanna. There are no walls. The stairs are wide and rough to prevent slipping, but-”

“What???”, Baldr yelped, making everyone wince.

“Uhm … sorry … it's just … so this is no staircase at all? Just stairs? And we could fall off? And then we'd be lost forever?”

“Or hit the far off ground and smash like eggs?”, added Nanna.

Hel shook her head. “Neither. You will fall for a while through the darkness, until you enter a magical mist. It will gradually slow down your fall, until you gently land on the ground. Then you wander aimlessly, surrounded by nothing but fog and the wailing of the damned. Of course I'd come to get you out, but by the time I find you, you might have … lost your mind? I'm not sure, it's been only once, that I had to retrieve someone from the Abysses of Despair.”

Baldr wasn't sure, if he should laugh or cry.

And judging by her face, neither was Nanna. She was clinging to Ganglöt like a leech.

“Just hang in there a little longer, you two. We just need to get to the top and then we're there”, Hel tried to cheer them up. “The stairs don't go on for much longer-”

“Speak for yourself, young lady!”, Ganglati reprimanded her. “My legs are killing me!”

“Same”, said Ganglöt.

Hel sweatdropped.

All of them were relieved, when they finally reached the top of the stairway and came to a big platform.

“There”, Baldr said and carefully set Ganglöt and Ganglati onto the floor.

He had carried them on his arms for the rest of the stairs, after they had complained about their legs.

After they adjusted their clothes, the old couple smiled at him broadly.

“Such a gentleman! And so strong!”, Ganglöt giggled. “A true shining knight!”

“That's true, I suppose”, chuckled Ganglati and gave Baldr a pat on the back. “Thank you, lad. Everyone says how good you are, but few would be so attentive as to gladly help an old couple up the stairs.”

The Ás blushed, but waved it off. “It's nothing. I did offer to carry you, if you grew tired, didn't I?”

“Still!”, Ganglöt insisted. “You didn't have to do that, but you did it anyway. Don't play down your kindness, young man. It's not as much of a given as it should be.”

“I-”

“He has a point there, you know”, Nanna spoke up. “You think people would have loved you as much as they did, if kindness was universal?”

To that the Bright One didn't know what to say.

“Is everyone here?”, Hel asked. “Ah, yes. Good. Come on. We're almost there.”

She strode towards an archway at the other end of the platform, crossed it and disappeared into the green fog behind it.

The two elderly servants followed her, but unlike their mistress stopped to wait for the dead deities.

“Go in”, Ganglöt encouraged them.

Nanna shrugged and strode into the mist with a boldness Baldr wished he had right now.

Ganglati followed after her, leaving only Ganglöt and Baldr.

“Shall I hold your hand, Óðinnson?”, she offered. “I see you're still shaken.”

Gratefully he accepted and she led him into the green mist.

For a while there was nothing visible, except for the path (which had handrails, thank goodness) and the three people in front of them.

“This reminds me of something”, Baldr said to Ganglöt. “Remember when you guided me to Hel's audience hall and we had to cross Fallandaforað?”

Ganglöt nodded: “Yes. You clung to my hand, like your life depended on it.”

“And you freaking hummed 'Walking in the air', while we crossed the chasm!” Baldr shook his head.

The old lady laughed: “I thought it would be funny!”

“Eh, it was more absurd than funny”, he retorted. Then he thought of something. “Oh! How was it for you, Nanna?”, he called out.

“I crossed it on my own, tripped twice, scraped my knees and nearly broke my nose”, his ex-wife answered flatly.

“'Crossed' isn't the right word. She sprinted across like an Olympic athlete. I've never seen anyone run so fast without being chased by something.”

Suddenly Hel burst into laughter. She laughed so hard, that she had to support herself on the handrails.

“Oh my Norns, this is hilarious!”, she wheezed. “That image! Hahaha!”

“It wasn't funny!”, Nanna snapped. “Why does your threshold need to be an invisible magic bridge over a fucking chasm?!”

Hel shrugged, still snickering: “Sorts out the worst of the worst! The more people fall into the pit, the fewer souls I have to judge personally! So it takes a load of work off me!”

“It scares the everloving crap out of people is what it does!”

“Wait!”, threw Baldr in, “Didn't you say that only really bad people trip?”

“I cheated on you, Baldr. No matter the circumstance, adultery is generally considered a punk move”, Nanna pointed out.

“Oh. Right. Ah, whatever. You and I have sorted it out and later I'll sort it out with Hermóðr. So let's not talk about that anymore.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

And that settled that.

From here it was just a short walk until they arrived at another door. It was a normal wooden door carved with magic runes, with ivy creeping around the frame.

“We're here”, said Hel. “Behind this door lies my mother's humble abode. I called ahead yesterday, so she-” Before she could finish that sentence, the door opened by itself. It revealed a large circular antechamber filled with rustic furniture and exotic flora. There were several fireplaces, filling the room with warmth and orange light.

Hel and her two servants entered first.

Baldr and Nanna hesitated at first.

Then a woman's voice called out to them. It was placid and similar to Hel's, albeit smoother.

“What holds you back, young Ás? What holds you back, young Vana? Come in, you both!”

#norse mythology #norse gods #hel #Baldr #nanna #ganglot #Ganglati

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surreptitious-elixir · 10 months

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5 Myths About Dominants You Need To Know

Written by

Kayla Lords

For the record, I am not a Dominant (and I don’t play one on TV) but I love a Dominant man, and I have learned a lot about him in our time together. There are plenty of misconceptions about BDSM, and Dominants are no exception.

There’s no such thing as a perfect Dominant or a true Dominant, but as long as we understand they are human beings first and foremost, we can find the perfect Dominant for us.

Myth 1: Dominants are mind readers.

I know it feels like they are. Many Dominants are great at watching people and listening to what we’re saying or not saying, but they are not and never have been mind readers. They can’t know exactly what you want or need unless you communicate with them. Using the vanilla standard of “Fine” when things are most definitely not “fine” isn’t going to help solve whatever is going on with you. You have to communicate with your Dominant.

Myth 2: Dominants always know what to do.

Many Dominants are great at exuding an air of confidence. Sometimes they are, and sometimes they aren’t. My own Daddy Dom has often admitted (after the fact) that he’s just flying by the seat of his pants in some situations - usually when I’m naked and he’s trying to decide the best way to have some fun. If you get the sense that your Dominant is unsure, it’s okay to ask if you can help. Offering the solution may seem like “taking control” but really, it’s just another way to serve your Dominant.

Myth 3: Dominants don’t get nervous, scared, or feel bad.

Who are these mythical creatures we have in our heads? Have we all been reading too much erotica? Dominants are people and people get nervous, scared, and feel bad from time to time. To think otherwise is to do a disservice to your Dominant, and you’ll miss opportunities to help your Dominant in times of crisis. They may not show it, and they may not love the fact that you notice their distress, but they will (usually) appreciate your willingness to help them feel better - even if it’s just distracting them with a butt wiggle so they have a reason to spank you or holding their hand until they feel ready to face whatever it may be.

Myth 4: Dominants always feel Dominant.

I can’t speak for any Dominants out there, but when my own wonderful Daddy Dom went through a year of dealing with his sister’s cancer and then her death, there were times when the last thing he wanted was to make another decision or be in control of anything. Just like you don’t always feel submissive when life kicks your butt, neither do our Dominants. Part of serving is to give them the space they need to deal with their emotions, offering support and comfort, and (from my experience) continuing to act as their submissive even when they aren’t demanding it.

Myth 5: Dominants get everything they want, all of the time.

If your Dominant didn’t spank your butt or flog you or drag you around by your hair because you had a headache, got the flu, or just found out your dog died, there is all the proof you need that they don’t get everything they want all of the time. The best Dominants are out to get what they want and give you what you need. When those two don’t match up, sometimes, they put their own wants and needs to the side in order to take care of you. The Dominant who does what they want regardless of what’s going on with you is suspect and possibly not the best Dominant.

I think the good Dominants of the world are awesome - even those who’s kinks don’t match my own. But I also know they’re people with their own emotions, thoughts, and issues. Love your Dominant, worship them even, but don’t believe too many myths about them. You’ll only end up very confused and disappointed when they prove that the myths are wrong.

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calkocali · 2 years

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Okay so I wake up one afternoon, no one is home. I walk downstairs to see the puppies locked away in the laundry.

They have rarely been adjusted to this experience, and never alone.

I lose my shit a little, since I am forced into a position where I have to leave the dogs there since I can’t supervise them. I have therapy in 5 minutes on a zoom call. The puppies, understandably really don’t like this and are very vocal and sad. Since they have never had someone be in the same room and not let them out

I then go for an hour of therapy, It’s good.

Almost as the session is ending dad gets home with my sister from the hospital having had surgery the day before.

Since it was surgery through the abdomen, the puppies aren’t allowed as normal to go up with her. So beau starts crying constantly, non fucking stop.

I hear her walk into her room and close the door. She asks Dad to distract them. Beau continues to cry and race around the house, trying to find a way to her.

Of course they have no plan for this, Dad is scrambling to try and make things right and eventually decides to bring the puppies up one by one. Allowing her to say hi to each individually. Unsurprisingly the puppy left alone is vocal about this.

This pressure shouldn’t be put on him, he already does enough with work supporting four people on one wage. He never wanted the second dog but caved to mum.

I’m now insanely stressed, having just had therapy, my empathy for the dogs tearing my heart out as I hear one of them cry in such distress.

I tell my dad, I can’t take it anymore if we don’t have a trainer by the end of the weekend I might call the RSPCA for animal cruelty. In retrospect I don’t think I meant it, I was just panicking.

We talk, I vent, I think everything is fine

I go to dialysis

What I don’t realise is that dad saw no issue communicating this to mum

Who took it personally

I had spoken to her a couple of days before about the dogs, my concern, how scared I was for them. She took that initial conversation really well, I felt listened to and reassured that something was going to happen.

but then gave me the cold shoulder when I got home

because she had apparently felt betrayed by my words

words that were never meant for her

words that I said in panic, and in confidence I thought

panic caused by their negligence in getting this second dog.

The pain of their mistake is going to continue to be felt, yet I feel like they’re expecting the reason to change. As if merely just accepting that things have to change warrants anything That is the bare minimum, you guys have barely started doing the right thing. You are just looking at the right thing and thinking “we should do that” I don’t care how many people you’ve spoken to, or appointments you’ve booked.

The only metric that’s going to allow me to be comfortable under this roof is knowing the dogs are being treated as they should right now.

I then had to ask what was wrong as I gave her a friendly greeting after dialysis, which was met with coldness

I then had to reassure her

I had to spend energy calming her down

I do not feel like I am being treated fairly

I understand they are under a lot of stress

however that stress is of their own making

and it should not be stress that I should carry

yet I feel like they want me to

If you feel hurt by words that were never meant for you

Why not just approach me straight up

but no

I had to be the adult

I had to ask YOU what was wrong

Am I in the wrong

I do not feel like it.

but I felt like I was made to

I do not think I am emotionally safe being open with my family anymore.

#For therapy #Brooke #my family is a joke

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just-jordie-things · 3 years

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A Lover And A Fighter - Richie Tozier

word count: 3122 warnings: swearing, sight sexual harassment summary: Richie promised (y/n) that he wouldn’t get into fights anymore, but sometimes he just can’t help himself. Especially when it comes to protecting her.

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It was an understatement to say that Richie was protective of you. The boy was downright insane about it. Everyone in Derry knew not to fuck with (y/n), not unless they wanted Richie Tozier tracking them down and beating them half to death.

You’d given him a talk numerous times. But not once did they work, it always went in one ear and out the other..

He’d beaten up three ex boyfriends, a couple guys that looked at you the wrong way, and Greta Keene. He was proud of that amount.

But he’d promised that he would try his best not to act out on your behalf anymore. And you made him pinky promise. That’s a big deal. And he didn’t want to break your trust or your promise.

However… once he walked past Henry Bowers and his dumbass friends, and heard your name being mentioned, he couldn’t stop himself from getting involved.

“What was that?” He spoke before he could think things through.

The boys turned to him, each bearing a scowl that wasn’t out of character.

“I said, (y/n’s) not fucking worth it,” Henry practically growled out. “Now why don’t you fuck off, Tozier?”

“Your damn fucking right it’s not worth it,” Richie spat back, turning away, doing the right thing. “I’d break your goddamn nose” He muttered under his breath.

“It’s not worth it to try and get in her pants,” Henry called out before Richie could walk far enough away.

He stopped in his tracks.

“Cause she’s such a slut anyways, it’s not a real victory to fuck-”

Richie had never whipped around so fast. And with the punch he delivered went all common sense, and all the promises and reassurances he’d given you to prove he was going to ‘mature’ as you’d begged him to do. ___

“Hey, Richie,” You held your phone between your ear and shoulder as you painted your toes. “This is like, my fifth message… so… call me back, I guess. Okay, bye”

You sighed as you set the phone back on it’s holster. Richie wasn’t the type of guy to stand you up, especially on taco tuesday. And even if something came up, he always always, called. But now he couldn’t even bother to return one of your calls, leaving you to assume that he was upset with you for some reason, and therefore ignoring you.

You weren’t sure what you did, and at this point, you also weren’t sure that he was going to tell you either.

When Richie didn’t want to talk to someone, he was the damn best at avoiding them.

But he’d never given you the cold shoulder. And there was a time that you’d thought he never would. Richie was your best friend, you trusted and confided in him more than anyone else, even the other Losers. And in the last seven years of being his best friend, he’d never treated you this way. In fact, he always treated you amazingly, like a princess, it was very surprising actually, the way he cared about you.

It was that care that always led him to picking fights where he shouldn’t be, though. It started with your ex boyfriend. He broke up with you once a ‘better, prettier’ girl showed interest (his words), and the next thing you knew, Richie was throwing him against the lockers.

When your next boyfriend straight up cheated on you, Richie took care of him too.

He broke the third one’s nose.

And then there was the Greta Keene incident… Beverly may have let it slip that Greta had been writing nasty rumors about you in the girls bathrooms. And Richie declared that he didn’t have a problem beating up a girl if it was justified (and if that girl had man arms). That was when you drew the line, and made Richie swear to try and control his anger. And he pinkie promised to work on it, and that he wouldn’t get into any more fights over you.

You weren’t sure why he got so enraged over these things. It was just drama, and you found it pointless that he tried to bring you justice, since he was so reckless about it.

It was getting late, and you knew that Richie wasn’t going to return your calls. So you finished painting your toenails blue, and decided to spend the night in your room, reading, alone.

Even though you should have been eating a bunch of tacos and gossiping with Richie.

Just as you got situated in bed, and had turned off the overhead light in exchange for the soft glow of your lamp on the bedside table, there was a knock on the window.

When you glanced over, you could tell it was Richie by his silhouette, and you frowned slightly.

Nonetheless, you got up and unlocked the window, before sliding it open.

“Where the hell have you been?” You asked.

He could tell that you couldn’t see his face very well.

“Busy, you gonna let me in?” He grinned.

“Richie, it’s-” You glanced over your shoulder to the alarm clock on your table, before glaring back at him. “-midnight. Are you kidding me? Did I do something to piss you off?”

“What? (y/n/n), no-”

“Then how come you were dodging all my calls? And you’re seven hours late?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest..

Richie crawled in through the window, even though you hadn’t invited him in yet. But he figured it was only a matter of time before you cave anyways.

Your distressed face disappeared as you caught sight of him now that he was in the light. His left eye was bruising, and so was his right cheekbone. Along with a split lip and a bloody nose, it was clear what had happened.

“Oh, Richie…” You mumbled, hand reaching up to cover your mouth as your eyes widened at the sight of him. “Tell me you didn’t-”

“Look it’s not what you think-” Richie tried to protest.

“Don’t give me that shit”

He knew he fucked up, because you weren’t yelling. Your voice was soft, and low. You were heartbroken.

He stared down at the ground, too anxious to look at you anymore. Not when you looked so disappointed in him.

“You promised- you-you pinky promised me-”

“I know-! I know and I’m sorry, really, I’m really fucking sorry” He told you, desperately hoping that you’d forgive him.

You shook your head at him, and gestured for him to sit before you left the room. Richie was the most frustratingly complicated person that you knew, and it drove you insane. Why he couldn’t just walk away and not beat the shit out of people… you weren’t sure. But it really hurt you that he didn’t even seem to try, and he broke his promise.

Richie was sitting on the side of your bed when you came back into the room. He chuckled as he eyed the first aid kit in your hands, the same one that you’ve used the last four or five times you dealt with the aftermath of his episodes of rages.

“You don’t have t-”

“Yes I do” You cut him off and unpacked what you’d need.

You were upset, you were fuming, actually. It angered you that Richie broke his promise, not even a month after making it. That promise was important to you, because he was important to you. And now here he was, waiting to be fixed up by you once again after he so stupidly, so recklessly got himself beaten to a pulp.

But no matter how angry you were, you remained silent. Dabbing at the excess blood under his nose, which at least wasn’t bleeding anymore. And when you were finished with his cheek, you moved on to rubbing cream over the bruise on his cheek. Richie’s eyes fell shut as he sighed in relief at the feeling of the cool lotion, and your gentle fingers.

He knew your silence wasn’t a good thing. In fact, it was the worst thing. It meant he messed up beyond redemption. And he’d never fucked up that bad before. Sure, he’d pissed you off and frustrated you on the daily, but that was just the hallmark of his friendship, and it was never anything serious. Just when he dragged you out in the middle of the night for slushies, or got you in trouble in class because he was running his mouth. He’d never made you this genuinely upset before.

“(y/n)-”

“Save it” You muttered before he could even start with the apologies.

That was another hallmark of his friendship. You knew what came next. The apologies, the excuses, the begging for your forgiveness, followed by a playful ‘you know you love me, you need me’ and puppy dog eyes that you couldn’t refuse. Except tonight, you might just be able to.

He took you by surprise when he didn’t protest, and snapped his mouth shut. Your eyes met his for a moment, before you started applying a smaller amount of lotion on the bruise surrounding his eye. It was going to look a lot worse in the morning, but this would help with the pain now.

You hated that your heart ached for him right now. You hated that you wanted to cry and hold him and make him feel better. Because you were so fucking mad-

“I don’t understand,” The words suddenly spilled out of your mouth, as if your mind just couldn’t take them swimming around in your head anymore. “I just- I- I don’t fucking get it”

He nodded, ducking his head down, only for you to lift it back up by his chin and continue with the lotion.

“I care about you, dumbass, and all I asked, which I thought was simple, all I asked was for you to stop with the fighting-”

“I know” He mumbled back.

You stared at him skeptically, wondering if he really did know, or if he’d show up again in a few weeks with the same battered face and guilty look in his eyes. Richie didn’t look back at you. He couldn’t.

“Who?” You asked, trying to soften your voice so he wouldn’t whither away from you like he was doing right now.

“You’re not gonna like it” Richie answered, fingers pinching at your bedsheets in an attempt to distract himself. From the pain that burned across his whole face, or from the intensity in your eyes, he wasn’t sure, but he needed the distraction.

He hadn’t had a smoke in months, but it sounded pretty damn good right now.

“Well, newsflash, I don’t like any of this,” You told him. “But I think I deserve to at least know what happened”

Of course you do, Richie hung his head in his hands. You deserve so, so much better.

You watched as he rubbed his palms over his eyes, and it took everything in your power not to take his hands and hold them in yours, to tell him it was okay and you forgave him.

“Bowers”

He muttered the single word without even looking at you. But he didn’t have to look at you to know exactly what you looked like in that moment. You probably had a dropped jaw and furrowed brows. Disappointment, disgust, anger, all displayed in one heartbreaking look.

“Richie…” You murmured without meaning to. “Why? Why would you-”

“I had to, okay?” He shot up suddenly. “I know that you hate it, and as soon as I swung I- I knew I fucked up, but I had to”

You wanted to argue it, argue that there’s always another option, that he can always walk away. But you bit your tongue. Something about the way he spoke told you that there was more to this than his stupidity.

“I’m sorry, (y/n/n), I am. But I… I don’t regret it”

Your heart sunk all the way down to your stomach. Richie had such a toll on your emotions and he didn’t even know it.

“Tell me what happened” You said quietly, and shifted closer to him.

You wanted him to know he had your undivided attention, and that he should have the chance to at least explain what happened. You pulled your leg up to rest on the mattress, and turned your body to face him.

Richie looked at you before looking back down at his hand, which was now fisted in your blankets.

“Richie,” You hummed, brows furrowing as you saw how reluctant he was to opening up. “Tell me” The words were so soft, it was almost inaudible.

You wondered what Henry could have done that Richie didn’t want to tell you about. He must have really outdone himself.

“He was just talking shit-”

“Richie,” You cut off his bullshit before he could even start. “Come on, the truth”

“It’s not-”

“I deserve to know, Tozier! Whatever it is, I don’t care, okay? Just tell me-”

“He said you weren’t worth sleeping with!”

Just like that, you’d gotten him to snap.

And you shut up instantly, shocked by the outburst. His words processed slowly in your head.

“He said it wasn’t worth trying because you’re- because you’re a slut, and it wasn’t fucking true!” Richie continued to yell. Not at you, he just couldn’t contain his own anger anymore.

And you thought you were pissed.

“Motherfucker had your name in his nasty fucking mouth and he was telling his buddies fucking lies and I couldn’t- fuck I couldn’t walk away. I should’ve fucking killed him”

You were staring at him, speechless. You should’ve known it was about you, Richie was always so fiercely protective of you. And Henry’s wouldn’t be the first nose that he’d broken protecting you. But this wasn’t like before. He’d beaten on your ex boyfriends after they broke your heart. Henry hadn’t said or done anything to you, he was just doing what boys do. (Make shit up because they think it makes them impressive when really they’re even shittier than they look)

“I didn’t mean to break your promise,” Richie huffed. His face was slightly flushed after his mini tantrum. His hands grabbed both of yours, holding them close to him. “I’m so sorry I put you through this again”

You were still silent, but he knew this wasn’t a bad silence. You were still processing, still trying to figure out how to forgive him while making sure this was the last time he crawls through your window looking like this.

“I hope you know that it came from a place of- of caring about you,” He added. “Caring about you too much, I guess” He mumbled as an afterthought.

Your stupid lovesick heart skipped a beat at the sweet words. Richie wasn’t one for words, at all, but he somehow managed to say the most loving things without even realizing it.

“I can’t promise it won’t happen again, that much is clear. And if Bowers says one more goddamn thing about your ass I’ll fucking string him up- I will- but I can promise I’ll try, okay? I will, I’ll really try”

He squeezed your hands a little bit, hoping you believed him, hoping you trusted him.

Your eyes flickered between his for a moment, and you could see in them that he was being sincere, and that he was broken up over hurting you.

“You…” He started to speak, but trailed off unsurely. “You deserve better” He finished.

His eyes flickered to yours for a brief moment, before he turned away.

You shake your head, before you let go of one of his hands, and took his chin between your thumb and index finger, turning him to look back at you.

“(y/n/n)-”

You cut him off when you leaned in and gently kissed him, trying to be mindful of his split lip.

Richie’s eyes remained focused on your closed ones, too stunned to close them, or really kiss her back.

He wanted to kick himself when you pulled away. He managed to miss his fucking chance because he was too slow to do anything about it.

Your eyes fluttered open in such a beautiful way Richie swore you were holding his heart in your perfect little hands.

His brows were furrowed like you’d confused him, and you absolutely had. He hadn’t expected you to kiss him.

“Why’d you do that?” He asked breathlessly, and your cheeks burned pink.

Your shoulders raised a bit in a shrug, and you had to bite your lip to keep from smiling too much.

“I just… wanted to” You whispered.

A smile twitched on the corner of Richie’s lips before his hand cupped your cheek, and he pulled you in again, so he could kiss you right this time.

Your lips were just as soft, if not softer, than he’d imagined they’d be. And he’d imagined countless times what they’d feel like. Daydreaming in class, before he fell asleep, and being right by your side for the last seven years.

Kissing you was bliss.

He did it again, taking your face in both of his hands and pulling you impossibly closer. He could feel your lips smiling against his own, and once again, his heart was beating out of his chest trying to get to yours.

“I’m in love with you, (y/n/n)” He murmured when you parted, and you laughed softly.

“That makes sense,” You replied, reaching a hand up to play with the curls on the back of his neck. “And… I love you too”

Richie gave you a sunshine smile, which you couldn’t help but return.

“I’m still upset, by the way,” You told him, still playing with the curls. “But only cause I’m tired of seeing you covered in bruises, okay?”

He nodded, and you leaned your cheek further against the palm of his hand.

“I promise to try” He said, and then raised his pinky.

You looked from his hand and then back to him, a slight glare in your eyes.

“Come on, just do it,” He urged, you rolled your eyes, but he was persistent. “Just link fuckin’ pinkies with me”

With a giggle you hooked your pinky with his, and held it for a moment.

“You want to go get tacos now?” He asked, and you grinned, nodding your head.

“You read my mind” You answered, and followed him back out the window.

It dawned on you that Richie was both your lover and your fighter. And he held those titles proudly.

As he took your hand and walked alongside you down the street, he decided there were no other title he’d want to be labeled, besides yours. ___

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unfoundhoney · 3 years

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toe the line ; part three ↠

↠ slimecicle x fem!reader ; angst , the fluff will get here eventually i promise

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↠ part one ; part two ; part three ; part four

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It’s funny how true the saying “you never miss something until it’s gone” is. If Charlie had to describe how the last two weeks have been, it’d be like that. He didn’t think it was humanly possible to miss someone so much, to actually have every second of every day be taken up by the thought of you. He’d been trying to work but with a blatant lack of you, he hadn’t been able to focus and decided to take a walk to clear his head.

It wasn’t helping.

A man walks past with a big, floofy, white dog on a leash. You would stop to ask to pet it. You always loved dogs and Charlie has no doubt in his mind that if your apartment building allowed pets, there’d be at least one living with you and him.

There’s a bookstore on the corner of a street. You would poke your head in, look around for a while and buy some novel by an author you’d never heard of. It’d probably lay unopened for a couple months until you suddenly remembered it one day and binged it in under three days.

A street musician plays across the street in a park, improving on his saxophone over a jazzy backing track. You would insist on staying to listen, waiting until he finished this song, applauding, and giving him ten dollars or so. Charlie stuffs his hands a little deeper in his pockets and keeps walking.

What was supposed to be a head-clearing (and distracting) walk has turned into the exact opposite. Charlie knows he won’t be getting any more work done today.

It starts to rain as he walks but he doesn’t head back, instead walking farther and into a different park. As it rains harder, he finds a bench to sit on. The cold and wet he finds himself submerged in distracts him better than anything else has been able to.

Water drips inside his collar and soon he finds himself soaked through. Still, he just sits there, staring straight ahead of him and focusing on the uncomfortable feeling of being fully clothed and completely wet.

He doesn’t know how long he sat there. Minutes. An hour. Two hours. But suddenly the rain stops. He’s no longer being showered with water droplets, even as the rain continues pouring all around him.

“Charlie? You okay, man?”

Charlie looks up and funnily enough, there’s Ted. He’s holding an umbrella over Charlie, looking down at him in concern. He realizes how bad this must look, sat in the rain looking dead inside.

“What’re you doing?” Ted asks slowly.

“Just... chilling.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You good?”

“I’m doing great.” He gestures generally, tries to crack a joke. “Can’t you tell?”

Ted doesn’t smile. “Dude, seriously. Are you okay?”

Charlie swallows, smile fading. He wants so badly to say “yeah, I am” and be able to mean it. He’s the one who messed everything up; he doesn’t have a right to be feeling this bad with you gone when he was the one who chased you away. And yet here he is, sitting in the rain.

“No.”

“...let’s go back to your place.”

Ted walks Charlie back home, sharing his umbrella despite the fact that Charlie is already totally soaked. Ted doesn’t seem to mind too much when Charlie drips on him; he’s likely more worried about Charlie than his left side getting a little wet.

They get back to Charlie’s apartment and Charlie changes quickly into dry clothes before joining Ted in the living room. It’s painstakingly obvious when Ted unknowingly sits in your spot.

After several minutes of awkward silence and even more awkward attempts at small talk, Ted finally asks the question he’s been meaning to for two weeks.

“How’s um... How’s Y/N?” Ted tries tentatively.

“She’s okay. Sort of. I think.”

“You think?”

“She’s kind of been avoiding me. She’s been staying at Schlatt’s for the past eleven days.”

“She has?”

“I think she needed some space, but it’s been over a week now and I’m kind of deteriorating away in the silence of our apartment alone.”

“Have you tried talking to her about... it?”

“You mean her feelings for me that she’s had for years and I’ve never noticed and then accidentally outed in front of all our friends and neither of us are sure our relationship will recover because we don’t know how to act now that we’re both aware one of us wants more than platonic friendship?”

“...yes.”

“No, I haven’t.”

“It sounds really bad when you phrase it like you just did but there’s no way around this,” Ted says. “I know how much you two care about each other. You two would be miserable without each other.”

“We- We’d be... fine.”

“That was the most unconvincing thing I have ever heard in my entire life.”

“I-“

“Not to mention the fact that you are literally living proof that you are not fine without Y/N.”

“Doctor Ted PhD is making a reappearance,” Charlie weakly tries to joke.

“Charlie.”

Ted did just find Charlie having a rather severe episode of “main character syndrome,” so there’s really no arguing with him. He is not doing fine without you. It’s only going to get worse the longer he goes without trying to reassemble the shattered pieces of your friendship.

Charlie’s will finally gives way. “I don’t know what to do, man. I fucked up so bad and now I’m terrified I’m never going to be able to get back to where we were. Everywhere I go all I can think about is her and she just- I have never been happier than I am when I’m with her and I just-... I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to lose her.”

Charlie buries his head in his hands, heels of his palms digging into his eyes. He’s finally letting himself be distressed over the very real possibility of losing his best friend instead of ignoring the situation entirely.

Meanwhile, Ted is connecting some very obvious dots.

“She’s all you can think about?”

“Yeah, like, I’ll just be going to the store or something and it’s like ‘oh, she’d smell those flowers,’ ‘she’d drag me to try that restaurant,’ ‘she’d go to see that movie with me.’”

“And you’re happiest with her.”

“Yeah, man. I’ve had other friends, other best friends even, but no one compares to her and how she just gets me. You’ve seen it; we have this synergy that I have never gotten with anyone else.”

“And you are very worried about the possibility of losing her.”

“...yes. Are you just repeating what I’ve said?”

“Just waiting for you to figure it out.”

“Figure what out?”

Ted doesn’t respond, holding the silence patiently. Charlie continues to look at him, confused. The apartment is quiet, not quite in the unbearable way it is when he’s alone but it still doesn’t feel right without you here.

For eleven days, you haven’t sung in the shower. You haven’t made breakfast just how he likes it. You haven’t distracted him from work to show him a TikTok, not that he ever minded. You haven’t fallen asleep on movie night and he’d willingly carry you to bed if you asked him sleepily, kind of wishing you’d ask him to stay with you one night.

You would grab his hand and ask him to stay. He’d do so without hesitation. Curled together under the covers, you would be close and warm and intimate in a new but welcome way. He’d hold you tight, your breath soft against his neck.

Wait.

Charlie looks up in horror. “No.”

Ted narrowly stops the shit-eating grin from spreading across his face. “Yes.”

“No. No no no, shit.”

“I am so happy I get to be here for this.”

“Shut the fuck up, Ted,” Charlie cuts him off.

He’s angry. Not at Ted but at himself. He rushes over to the door, shoving his feet back into his still-wet shoes.

“I’ve fucked up so bad. Oh my god, this is all my fault.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“God, shut up, you are not helping.”

“Sorry, just telling it like it is.”

Charlie glares at Ted. “Show yourself out.”

Charlie takes off out of the apartment without an umbrella again, completely prepared to get another set of clothes completely soaked. He prays to whatever higher power may be listening that you have the ungodly amount of forgiveness that will be needed to forgive his stupidity.

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gliphyartfan · 3 years

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@yandere-linked-universe @stars-for-thought @linked-heroes @ice-cream-writes-stuff

@imprisioned-in-the-hole I loved your prompt and couldn't resist! Hope I did it justice!

Wind has a strong presence in this one, that wasn't planned by the way.

Enjoy!

'I'll be fiine guys.'

She totally should have saw this coming.

'This is Wars' era, wandering the market won't that bad.'

Yep— these past few days had been too damn calm for the all of them,

'I'll be gone for an hour! Two hours tops! Promise!'

Of course something like this was going to go and happen.

'This. fucking. sucks!' She grunted, slowly slide down the rope she made out of the sheets in the room she was trapped in.

This is what happens when you jinx yourself.

'Everything will be fine!' Oh suuure, the first hour was delightful.

Saw some items,

Chatted with some folks,

Even got to pet a few dogs!

But the second hour-

'His Grace wishes to discuss some things with you.'

'Sorry, you got the wrong person. Plus I don't feel comfortable with-'

'That wasn't a request.'

'...-!!'

She should have know there would have been someone behind her.

It's always when it's out of your mind that it happens.

And now she was trying to escape her own wedding. And the crazy Duke that wanted to marry her.

She wasn't a hero damnit!

'I'm gonna get lectured so badly after this!' She grunted as she reached the end of the rope, her feet dangling in the air for a moment as she tried to figure out what to do next.

'Damn you laws of physics and gravity!' She whispered to herself.

Physics and gravity decided to take her insult personally as the rope loosened its hold on the railing, causing her to fall into the bushes two feet below her.

'Urk-branch! Branch!' She hissed in pain, reaching underneath and removing the branch poking at her back.

As she rubbed the area, brushing the crumpled sheet from her head, she checked her hand to make sure she wasn't bleeding.

Before she could plan her next move, she stilled as she heard the heavy thuds and clanks of armour approach nearby.

The movement came closer, she used her place in the bushes to keep hidden. Slowly parting the leaves next to her with one hand, she used what visibility she had to discover that yes, it was a pair of guards and the conversation that flowed through the air confirmed they weren't Hyrule guards.

Drat.

'Is the Duke really gonna marry that girl?'

'Seems to be the case. He's been very pleased with himself too. Looks like he's trying to get the wedding done by tonight.'

Double drat.

'I don't blame him, you've seen that girl? Bet he's eager for the wedding night.'

Okay. NO.

'Haha! A beauty like that for a wife would be quite the status boost.'

The guards walked past the bush and it's hidden occupant.

Had they looked back, they would have seen a displeased glare directed their way.

(y/n) huffed and looked around, trying to remember where the exit was.

With another glance around, she picked up her dress and slowly made her way out of the bushes, pausing momentarily before taking off the heels she was forced to wear

'I can't run and climb in this dress.' Trying to think about what to do next, she looked down at her clothes.

'Hmm...'

'WHERE IS SHE.'

'Link please-'

'Don't tell me to calm down Zelda!'

Wind bit his lip as Warriors marched up to the princess' face and growled.

'Impa is having her men search the castle and surrounding areas, we will find her.' Zelda tried to reassure him, taking a step back when he glared.

'It's been a WEEK and you have nothing to show for it!' He ran a head through his hair, taking a deep breath to calm down.

'You know I've been busy with-'

'With the Grand Duke of the farther kingdom who is here as a token of peace and unity between kingdoms.' Warriors recited irritably. 'Yes, very understandably important when someone went missing under the watch of YOUR men.'

'She was last seen in the market, we have blocked the gates and are inspecting every individual leaving the city.' Zelda gave Warriors a look.

'And might I remind you that they are also your men?'

'Apparently not anymore with how you let them slacked off!'

'Excuse me-'

Wind sighed as they started arguing again.

They were getting nowhere.

'This is going nowhere.' Wind turned and saw Hyrule coming up next to him, watching the arguing duo.

'Any luck with the others?' He asked quietly, not surprised when Hyrule shook his head.

'Twilight is using Wolfie to catch any scents but the storm has made that difficult. Time is with Legend and Wild speaking to the merchants and Four is with Sky speaking with the guards.' Hyrule replied, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

Wind felt the same way.

None of them were able to sleep well since she went missing. The only reason they slept at all was because they needed to be rested enough in the event a fight comes their way.

But the lack of her presence was deeply felt.

'Any luck here?' Hyrule asked hollowly, already knowing the answer but still asking.

Wind simply gestured to the still arguing duo.

'Is she even still in town?' He couldn't help but ask, not wanting to think of the possibility that she was far away, but it was necessary.

'She has to be,' Hyrule reassured,smiling weakly. 'The town went on lockdown almost immediately.'

Wind returned Hyrule's smile with a weak one of his own.

They turned back to the duo, feeling more tired as they listened to the princess justify her duties.

'I am already dealing with the Grand Duke and I can't give anymore of my attention to this than I already have.' Warriors just gave her a look.

'I wouldn't be bothering so much if you allowed me access to his guest quarters.' It was Zelda's turn to glare at him.

'You know I cannot do that, he is a guest and has nothing to do with her disappearance.' Only Wind and Hyrule noticed the way Warriors hand twitched, as if desiring to reach for his sword.

Not that they could blame him.

'I am not accusing him Princess,' he said through gritted teeth. 'I am merely requesting-'

'That I allow you access to his quarters.' The displeased expression on the princess' face only matched the captain's.

'Annnd they're arguing again.' Wind muttered, watching them fall back into another verbal brawl.

'The only place we haven't looked is the guest wing.' Hyrule whispered, wringing his hands.

'You think we should sneak in?' Hyrule looked at the arguing pair and nodded.

'Yeah...it's better than assuming nothing is there.'

'Alright...Wars!' The angered captain looked at them, a scowl on his face.

'Rulie thinks he has a lead at the market so I'm heading out with him.' Wind kept a casual look on his face, staring Warriors in the eyes.

Warriors was quiet for a brief moment before he grunted and turned back to arguing his case with the princess.

But he was less tense than he was a moment before.

He understood what they were going to do.

'He'll keep her distracted.' Wind murmured, tugging Hyrule out of the room.

'And Impa?' Wind sighed and rubbed his shoulder.

'Still searching the market place I bet, we gotta be quick.'

And with that, they both headed to the guest wing of the castle.

---

The guest wing wasn't too far away, probably for the convenience of whatever foreign guests came to visit.

But it was walled off and the Grand Duke's personal guard was patrolling the area, forcing the duo to sneak their way in.

'I really hope we find something.' Hyrule whispers, the two stilling as a guard passed by their hiding place.

'Best place to look is the most obvious place.' Wind reassured. 'And the most obvious place is a area that's being guarded by enemy guards.'

Hyrule didn't correct him about the guards.

If she was here, they were enemies.

'Let's look through the rooms! Top or bottom floor?' Hyrule hummed.

'We're good at escaping from higher levels, and there's only two floors, let's start low and move up.'

They worked together, both alerting the other when a guard was close.

Soon they snuck passed the majority and reached the first set of rooms.

Then the second set.

Then the third.

They moved up to the second floor and quietly searched through each room.

It was in the Grand Duke's room that they found incriminating evidence on his desk.

'I can't read this language,' Wind whispered harshly as he glared at the papers in front of him. ' but I know (y/n)'s name anywhere!'

'Take it, we can sure it to the princess.' Hyrule whispered back, keeping watch at the door. He tensed when he saw a couple of guards round the corner. 'We need to go!'

'This is the last room and we haven't found her!'

'We found evidence and that's a better than what we had before, now move!'

It took some time to shuffle out the window and climb down, but they were successfully able to make their escape from the guest wing without notice.

'A lead, that's good.' Wind gasped, hands on his knees as he caught his breath.

'But still no (y/n)' Hyrule bite his thumb nervously. 'I hope she's okay...'

'We can't lose hope!' Wind grunted, stretching his back and sighing.

'Let's go, we need to show these papers to the others before we give it to the princess-'

The sailor went rigid, eyes snapping forward, widening.

'What's wrong Wind?' Hyrule asked worriedly, hand on the younger teen's shoulder.

The teen bit his lip to keep his expression from crumbling and his breath was shaky,

'(y/n)...?' Hyrule's own eyes widened and his head snapped to look when Wind was staring.

There, in a torn dirty white dress, no shoes, and messy hair, was their beloved goddess looking around, visibly distressed.

'(y/n)..?' Wind raised his voice, hope as visible in his tone as it was in his eyes.

Hyrule's heart felt such relief as their beautiful goddess' head snapped in their direction.

The smile she gave them was simply magnificent as she immediately ran toward them.

The moment she was close, she wrapped her arms around the both of them and began to cry, relief filling her.

'You have no idea how happy I am to see you two!' She hugged them closer.

'WE'RE happy to see you!' Wind sighed happily, resting his head in her shoulder, both him and Hyrule hugging her as tightly as she was hugging them.

Just having her in their arms was a blessing they treasured so much.

'Where have you been? How did you escape?' She sighed and shook her head.

'I'd rather tell it one time.' She looked around.

'Please tell me the others are near by?' She whispered, absolutely exhausted and didn't want to deal with any more drama.

'Well...no. They are looking for you in town. We snuck into the guest wing to look for you.' Hyrule answered apologetically, heart clenching when she sniffled.

Wind frowned for a moment before he gasped in excitement.

'I'll rally them up!' Hyrule and (y/n) looked at him in confusion as he reached into his pouch.

'Wild has the slate! And if he has the slate-' he pulls out what he was searching for.

'Then we can reach him with this!' (y/n) tilted her head.

'A...stone?' Wind grinned at them, the pirate's charm dangling from his fingers.

'A COMMUNICATION stone!' (y/n) gasped in delight and gave Wind another hug.

'Call him! Call him!' Wind laughed and activated the stone.

'Um, I've been meaning to ask...' Hyrule quietly said to (y/n) who looked at him innocently. '...About your..outfit...'

Wind ignored them for a brief moment as Wild's tired voice came from the pirate's charm.

'What is it sailor?'

'Guess who me and Hyrule found!' Wind grinned as he heard gasps.

'You found her?! Is she safe?!'

'They found her?!'

'She's okay! We're by the-'

'HE WANTS TO MARRY YOU?!'

Wind turned his head so fast, he winced at the pop he felt, the loud yells coming from his charm filling the air.

'WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS?!!' (y/n) winced as she realized the panic she just caused

'Uh-'

He couldn't help it, Wind laughed, soft and just a little hysterical.

Of course an insect had to pop up when they let their guard down.

---

'Where is she.'

'Sir, we have our men searching for her this very moment.'

'I want her found by TONIGHT, the wedding will go as planned.'

'Of course sir!' The Grand Duke scowled as his guard walked off.

He is so close to raising his status.just another day and he would have been on top of the social world. He sneered, like a child, storming down the halls of the guest wing.

'Should have simply left with her when I had the chance.' He ran a gloved hand down his face.

To think he had one of the heroes of legend in his grasp only for her to have slipped through his fingers.

He'll have to make sure to teach her a lesson.

'Sir!' He sighed irritably, turning to see another one of his guard approaching him.

'What is it? Did you find her?' The guard looked nervous.

'Sir, Princess Zelda is requesting your presence in the throne room at once.' The Grand Duke tensed and stared at the guard.

'Are you sure?' The guardsman nodded, stepping back when the Duke growled.

'Of all the times...' He looked back at the guardsman. 'Continue looking for the girl.'

After the guardsman nodded, he decided to get it over with and headed to the throne rooms.

'Grand Duke, thank you for coming at such a short notice.'

'Your Highness.' The Grand Duke bowed to her, as he rose he noticed the nine gentlemen standing to either side of her.

The heroes of legend.

The Grand Dukes greed brought to mind the rise in his status at what might be a possible meeting with the legendary nine.

He was to arrogant to realize the cold looks he was receiving from them.

She smiled, nodding in greeting. 'I apologize for disturbing your day Grand Duke, I understand how frustrating it can be, but I heard of a strange rumor recently and I had hoped you would clarify it for me?'

'Please rest assured Princess, I will do all that I can to assist you.' He said, smiling openly, the perfect gentleman.

'Splendid. Now,' She dropped the smile. 'Did you conspire to abduct the heroes' companion and force her to wed you?'

The Grand Duke froze, paling as the question registered in his head.

'Wha-'

'Ah. Before I continue, allow me to properly introduce the gentleman before me-'

'There is no need your Highness,' calmly interrupted Time, coldly gazing down at the nervous Nobleman. 'He is as aware of our identities as we are aware of his.'

'I-'

'And you seem to be very aware of the identity of our most dearest companion.' Legend hissed from his place next to Time, glaring daggers at the unsettled man.

The Grand Duke's expression twisted into fear, anger, and panic.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he cleared his throat. 'I'm sure I don't know what you're speaking of.' He calmly answered.

'Perhaps a misunde-'

' A misunderstanding? I'm sure.' Warriors scoffed, looking at Zelda with a raised eyebrow.

She sighed "Lets not fool ourselves here, we all know what this is about.' She stared sternly at him. 'You abducted the young woman known as (y/n) and were conspiring to wed her for...status?'

'She isn't very happy about being kidnapped.' Wild said casually, as if he was not wishing he could jam a bomb down the Grand Duke's throat and detonate it.

It seemed the arrogant man could barely handle being talked down in such a way. His clenched fists trembled in anger.

'I will not allow such accusations to be made against my person!' He looked at Zelda, face flushed in anger.

'If you believe that our kingdoms will be allied after this, I assure you that-'

'If your kingdom is full of noblemen like you, than Hyrule would benefit by NOT allying with you.' Warriors interjected, ignoring Zelda's stern look towards him, looking down his nose at him.

'You have no proof!' Warriors sighed and nodded.

'I suppose I don't.' He was silent until the Duke looked smug before he matched his expression with one of his own, pointing behind the Duke.

'But she's proof enough.'

'Oh, so I'm demoted to proof now, am I?'

The Duke went rigid, his mouth snapping shut on the words just spoken as he slowly turned his head-.

An dispassionate look directed right at him.

'Apologies my Angel.' Warriors smiled softly at her. 'No insult meant.'

'Hmm.' She raised an eyebrow, a brief glance at Warriors before looking at the Grand Duke.

'(y/n) I ask for complete honesty.' Zelda commands. 'Was the Grand Duke the man behind your abduction with intention to force you to wed him?' (y/n) nodded.

'Yes your Highness.' Zelda closed her eyes and sighed.

'Very well, I will arrange for his departure tonight.' The Grand Duke's face a unique combination of red and enraged yet also paling.

'T-This will not stand! When my king hears of this-.'

'We have already sent your king the information of your crimes.' The princess proclaimed to the unsteady nobleman.

'Y-you-'

'You are no longer welcomed within the borders of Hyrule Kingdom and are henceforth outlawed from ever returning. Impa shall escort you to the guest wing to retrieve your belongings.'

Zelda then turned and strode away, but not before sending an apologetic glance at Warriors.

He simply returned her look with a blank one.

(y/n) walked passed the royal knights that now surrounded Grand Duke and made her way to the group.

'I'm so glad you guys found me.' She said with relief in her voice.

'You ended up saving yourself dear.' Time chuckled, reaching up and cupping her cheek. 'And we were panicking like we lost our minds.'

'I was panicking when Wind and Hyrule popped up.' She admitted. 'Trust me, I was so happy and relieved to be found by you guys.'

'We'll always find you (y/n)!' Wind chirped, wrapping his arms around her waist, causing her to giggle.

'Well I guess it has it's uses.' She clapped her hands.

'I'm hungry and demand all the cuddles! I hated this week!' Wild was already pulling out his slate and looking through his inventory.

'I'll make a meal that'll taste so good, you'll forget this week ever happened!' (y/n) grinned in delight.

'That's what I want to hear!'

The Chain surround her as they guided her out of the throne room, the angry cries of the Grand Duke not worth notice.

Yet two members of the group lingered behind.

And they were eyeing the fuming nobleman with calculating eyes.

'We could have been a bit more...hands on with his punishment... ya know that don't you old man...?' Wind commented, his treasured wind waker in one hand.

'As enjoyable as it would be, I don't want to spend a moment longer away from Her.' Wind sighed but nodded in agreement , crossing his arms, tapping his wind waker against his chin.

'So the storm will kill him?' Time nodded, inspecting his Ocarina casually.

'I have more than enough magic to conjure one strong enough.'

'You've already had Wild damage parts of the ship correct?' Wind nodded. 'Than once I summon the storm, make sure the winds finish the job.'

Wind hummed. 'Kay.'

They both looked at the shrinking form of the dead man walking.

'Ugh, I hate bugs.' Wind huffed, a disgusted look on his face.

Time stared at the Duke until he could not see him no more.

'Hm..So do I...'

That night, the group of nine celebrated the return of their most beloved member, lavishing her with their affection and as she requested, all the cuddles she asked for.

(That night, reports were received by two kingdoms that notes a vicious storm appeared as the Grand Duke's ship sailed beyond the Hyrulian sea borders. Destroying the ship beyond recognition. There were no survivors.)

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The Proposal

After you’d made the decision, you needed to think of how to actually ask the boys. Now that was the only thought you had rattling around your brain as the three of you travelled to the bar- the shipment was coming in midday, so if you wanted to swipe a keg for the kick back that evening you’d need to do it soon. John B was steering the Twinkie along the roads smoothly- you held the passenger seat and JJ was star-fished in the back, the sun beating through the windshield and hammering down on your skin. Sunglasses rested over your eyes as you watched the young Routledge manoeuvre the vehicle; one of his large hands and dextrous fingers wrapped loosely around the wheel, the other one resting on his lap, tapping out the rhythm of the song playing from the speakers. Lips mouthing along with the words- wild and salted hair flopping away from his face, eyes narrowed as they concentrated on the roads ahead. Freckles more prominent from their constant exposure to the bright sun, bandanna ever present and tied around his neck loosely. You knew that staring at him like this was weird, but you couldn’t help yourself- he truly was gorgeous. As if feeling your intense gaze; he turned his face towards you, eyes questioning but lips smiling all the same. You returned the smile weakly, thankful for the car seat beneath you- your knees would have surely buckled otherwise.

Shaking your head- jeeze, if you couldn’t deal with a smile from John B how could you ask him or even try to convince him to have sex with you; it was a good job there was a kegger tonight, maybe the liquid courage would help you. The twinkie pulled up a short distance from the back of the bar; delivery truck parked there also. You looked to the mission leader; who slapped JJ’s knee alerting him he was needed, before turning back to you and tilting his head- a charming smile in place, as JJ’s head bobbed in between the seats close enough for you to smell the weed clinging to his breath.

“So… what’s the plan here?” John B asked, eyes glancing between you and JJ- you bit your lip and tried to think of a plan of action, JJ tapped a finger to his lip and John B rolled his eyes at the pair of you. “So we don’t even have half a plan and we need to grab a keg asap… awesome..” he muttered tapping his thumbs against the steering wheel in contemplation- he turned and grinned at you, eyeing your clothing and then putting on the puppy eyes and pout.

“Oh no… what did you have in mind John B? I feel like I’m not going to enjoy this….” You whined, following his eyes to the jean shorts sitting at your hips and the bikini top covering you- JJ tuned his head and copied the pair of you before laughing and holding his hand to John B to high five. You rolled your eyes and cringed as the brunette patted your shoulder.

“Use your womanly wiles Y/N… Distract him and me and J will steal the keg, when its in the bus just bail and that’s it..” John B stated, as if it was the easiest thing in the world- you could feel our head shaking mouth open like a fish, not entirely sure you had any womanly wiles. You turned to JJ who smirked and winked at you and pointed to the delivery truck in front of you all. You sighed and ran a hand through your salted hair. John B could sense your reservations and began fluttering his eyes at you; clasping his hands under his chin and puckering his lips into a pout- JJ copied his actions and you crumbled, they had to know how cute they both looked right now, and you hated to admit it even to yourself- but it was like kryptonite. You nodded shakily and breathed out in a slow puff of air before reaching for the door and leaving the safety of the bus- before trudging to you ultimate humiliation. This was a trick you’d seen Kie pull a hundred times over, but you were 99% sure you’d fail miserably and let your boys down. With one more look over your shoulder, you could see them grin and give you encouraging thumbs up, you rolled your eyes and continued to the truck- when you were within hearing distance you let out a small cough to cover the boys getting out of the bus. At the sound of your approach the delivery driver turned to you, you pasted a small smile on your face.

“Hey.. Sorry to interrupt and all, but I was just uhh wondering if you’d help me?” you asked, nervously ruffling up your hair, walking backwards from the truck slightly- your eyes widened as the driver eyed you up and down not so subtly- a predatory grin slipping onto his features. You could see JJ waving you off from behind the driver- barely nodding your head, you stood a little straighter when the guys eyes devoured you, you stepped away from the truck- internally freaking out. You wandered closer to the edge of the road lined with trees, eyes glancing all around you trying to think of an excuse- eyes focusing on a poster on a phone pole a few feet away. You stopped and turned to see the guy behind you- he moved his eyes to yours quickly, having been enjoying the view. You tried not to gag and looked over his shoulder to see the boys creeping up to the truck.

“It’s really not a problem, what can I help you with?” he asked, smiling in a way he thought was charming- but he had nothing on JJ or John B; the way those boys smiled should be against the law. You chuckled nervously.

“I was just wondering if you’d seen a dog run past? I was trying to get him back into my car and he bolted.. guess he saw something more interesting..” You stated- trying to think of how Kie plays this normally, lifting one hand to awkwardly twist in you loose hair, and pouting slightly. The man stepped closer to you, you had to stop putting more space between you when he did.

“I’ve tried calling for him and everything… I’m just super worried about him, he’s only a puppy…” You stated, grasping at straws as you tried to keep the drivers attention. The man agreed quickly, and he began scanning the trees nearby. You smiled gratefully when he looked up to you, he continued to scan- you looked behind him and gestured wildly to JJ and John B; they were trying to get a keg from the back of the truck without alerting the driver, JJ shook his head and waved his hand at you- motioning for you to carry on.

“So what does your dog look like? What’s his name and everything? The more information I have the more I can help the damsel in distress…” the man mentioned, smiling in thatway again, you could feel your skin crawl as his eyes focused on your chest once more.

“Umm Buddy? He’s a um Golden retriever, big eyes, cute as hell but not too bright…” You stated eyes flickering to JJ and John B behind the driver- they were almost done just about to close the doors to the bus. You panicked as the driver began to turn, so you quickly placed you hand on his chest- grabbing his attention again.

“Do you think he’ll be okay?” You asked quickly, biting your bottom lip- drawing his gaze there. It was as you heard the boys pull up beside you, you sighed out a breath and let your hand drop as soon as JJ slid the side door open for you. Taking a few steps backwards to the bus, you began your retreat and the driver looked more than upset as he spotted one of the kegs in the back with JJ. Your eyes widened and you waved for John B to start driving and you’d catch up. As you jogged backwards trying to ward the man off as John B picked up speed, JJ holding an arm out the side for you to grab when ready.

“You know what… I totally forgot I don’t even have a dog… !” You yelled out as you caught hold of JJ’s hand and he dragged you- poking your head out the door, you waved and blew the driver a kiss as you yelled out “Thanks again!” JJ and John B whooped and laughed loudly- JJ slamming the door shut as you collapsed on the floor, hands covering your face as you felt the waves of humiliation wash over you.

“That was amazing!” John B laughed out beeping the horn and blasting the tunes as the three of you peeled away from the crime scene.

“I don’t even have a dog… !” JJ mimicked you laughing until your stomach hurt. You shook your head and grabbed the Juul from his pocket breathing in the relaxant and waiting for the redness to leave your face.

“I don’t know how Kie does that all the time… It was so awkward and creepy!” You whined hiding your face in your hands again as JJ poked teasingly at your reddened cheek.

“Nahh Y/N, you did good.. Kie can take a break from distraction duties from now on!” John B called out turning his grinning face to you momentarily before focusing back on the road. As you pulled into John B’s drive, you spotted Kie and Pope sitting on the porch waiting for you al to get back. The five of you talked and laughed as you took the keg and other essentials down to the boneyard- you regaled each other with tales from the day; John B and JJ taking great pride in retelling how you distracted the driver for them to steal the very keg they were carrying, as they did they made the whole situation sound better than it really was. You rolled your eyes as Kie wrapped her arm around your neck and repeated John B’s words from earlier.

The kegger was in full swing- red solo cups filled to the brim with contraband beer or some other alcohol. A bonfire in the middle- keg a little ways off being manned by JJ and John B. You gulped some of the sweet drink Kie had procured for you both from some kook or another. You looked around you again as she dragged you more to wards the bonfire- which seemed to be where everyone was dancing and mingling; JJ and John B filling up cups of tourons and flirting with them shamelessly- the tourons blushing madly and giggling. Pope was a little ways off sitting on some drift wood- talking to a girl, who actually looked interested as he chatted to her, you had no doubts he was talking about pathology again. Kie grabbed your and pulled you towards her and began dancing with you to- you watched the groups of girls and boys grinding on eachother- laughing when Kie mimicked them; throwing it back on you as you danced along. You felt hands on your waist tugging you back into a sweaty chest- Kie stopped dancing and stood abruptly as you were dragged away from her. She settled back to dancing against you as you hips were swayed between her and the person behind you- looking down you saw an adornment of rigs glistening on familiar fingers in the fire light. JJ pulled Kie closer to and in turn you closer to him. Th group danced some more, Pope and John B joining in- each pulling you and Kie into spins and dips- Kie and Pope doing the foot dance form TikTok while JJ pulled you back to him again one arm around your waist, his other hand holding a Juul to your lips for you to toke on. John B danced in front of you, his face low in line with your chest as you shimmied in front of him, his head following- you gripped his chin, pulling him up to full height before trying to push his face away as you blew out the smoke- he laughed and inhaled what he could before stealing it from JJ’s hand and taking a hit himself. JJ tried to protest- but ultimately cheered as John B placed it back between your lips, you in turn took a hit and then passed it back to JJ.

Kie suddenly came spinning back to you, pulling on your hand so you were back to back with her and the pair of you shimmied and swayed your hips together; Pope hyped you both cheering and doing some fancy footwork around you both, JJ and John B whooped joyfully as you all had a blast. You could feel the weed and alcohol giving you a real buzz- you swayed whether you were dancing or not, and gestured to the group to sit down, they followed you in a konga line all the while laughing until you all collapsed on the driftwood seating. You rested your head on Kie’s shoulder and sipped on your drinks- which you’d been refilling and probably had, had too much of already- watching as the boys settled around you both; Pope settling in front of you, shoulders between your legs and head resting on you, JJ across from you trying to blow smoke rings and John B sitting beside you- resting an arm around your waist and nestling closer to you. You all laughed and joked, just enjoying eachothers company with no touron or kook action- and you felt content, this was your happy bubble; booze, weed, your best girl and your best boys. You rubbed one hand in Pope’s hair as Kie leaned in and placed a kiss on your cheek. JJ howled joking about girl-on-girl action, Kie rolled her eyes, flipping him the bird and then gripping your chin and pulling your lips to hers- kissing you gently. When she pulled back you both laughed at the shocked expressions Pope, JJ and John B were all wearing.

“Holy shit…” Pope exclaimed before putting his face in his hands. Kie laughed more raucously- she was always a happy and affectionate drunk, you never really knew what she would do next. You looked over to JJ who was smirking at you, eyes sparkling in the low light- your cheeks heating up as he watched you.

“Huh..” John B murmured, hand squeezing your waist. “On that note.. Best kiss go… !” he said pointing to Kie who giggled.

“Y/N obviously..” she laughed before moving onto wistfully talking about how every kiss was the best one- as each moment was special. Pope told you all about a touron from last summer; who stayed for a few weeks and the pair hung out ‘casually’, his eyes lingering on Kie as he spoke- not that she noticed or would remember tomorrow even if she had.

“Scarlet Masters…” JJ stated, puffing his chest and grinning like the devil. The group of you stared at him and waited for him to elaborate- his grin widened. “Couple of weeks ago, mowed her lawn- guess she wanted to see if it was true what they say about us dirty pogues…” JJ bragged cockily, leaning back and taking a toke on his Juul. John B, Kie and Pope all cheered. You just laughed rolling your eyes. John B went on to say it was, like Pope, a touron from a couple summers passed. The group turned to you- and you fried to focus. Your mind racing through memories; not that you macked on a bunch of people, but you’d had your fair share of macking- but you drew a blank, not being able to pick out one particular kiss that made you want to reminisce. So that’s what you told them; Kie looked heart broken- you thought tears would appear in her eyes soon, so you smoothed her hair out of her face and smiled gently at her, Pope shook his head wildly not wanting to believe it, JJ boo’ed at you and threw a handful of sand your way- most of it landing on Pope, John B just stared at you with an eyebrow raised. The innocent question soon turned into a game of ‘Best…’ everyone taking turns; and all too soon it was asked, ‘Best hook up’. You bit your lip and listened to them all- Pope being more shy about sharing, but he’d had a lot to drink- you could ask for anything and the kid would give it to you. JJ spoke for what felt like eternity- one ‘best’ after another. Kie spoke about the differences between partners; talking about the passion, the yearning and teasing- it almost made you blush as she spoke about the pros of sleeping with girls and boys alike. John B just said it was some rando from the mainland- not giving any details. The group then looked to you, you looked down at the sand you were burying your feet in- refusing to look at any of them as you shrugged- not wanted to say it out loud, when you looked up Kie pouted at you. You brushed your lips against her cheek in comfort.

John B looked penseive, his face carefully compromised to not reveal his thoughts. Pope looked like he wanted to interrogate you, JJ noticed this too and began to regale the group with more of his bedroom tales, Kie scoffing and throwing her empty cup towards him- before feeling guilty and going to pick it up and place it in the recycling bin close by. The part was beginning to wind down- a few other locals helping the five of you tidy up the mess you’d made. Once the beach was clean to Kie’s standards, John B lead you all back to the chateau. You had one arm wrapped around Kie’s waist- one of her wrapped around you- Pope latched onto the other side of her. John B heading up the group, a hand held out behind him holding your loosely- and JJ bringing up the rear. You turned your head to look at the blonde- he was being too quiet, you noticed he was hanging back before grinning wildly at you before charging forwards and grabbing onto your waist dragging you from Kie and John B- swinging you around until you were laughing loudly with the rest of the group after getting over the initial shock. He span you to face his back and bobbed down- beaming over his shoulder as you jumped up and got situated on his back; arms wrapping around his shoulders loosely as your face rested in the crook of his neck- his hands gripping onto the back of your thighs holding you fast to him. He ran to joi the rest of the group, John B taking your previous place next to Kie- JJ ran you both past them all. As you dashed by- you let a hand fall behind you and gripped onto the cap that was resting on John B’s wild hair- he tried to grab for it as you teased him, placing the cap on your own head in a similar fashion to how he usually wore it- blowing him a kiss and tossing him a wink JJ cheered you on. Kie and Pope laughing along. John B smiled gently at you shaking his head and ducking it down slightly.

Eventually you reached the chateau, Kie and Pope flopping onto the pull out- John B waltzing to the kitchen to grab some more beers- JJ still had you wrapped around him and he didn’t seem to mind. Traipsing round the main room with you still held tight against his back- you laughed the entire time. John B handed the beers round you all- as he passed one to JJ, who tapped on your thigh with his fingers gently you dropped from his back and went to sit on the table legs crossed shoes kicked off and sipping on your beer contentedly. John B leaned against the table next to you- leaning an elbow on your shoulder and flicked the peak of his cap smirking at you. You just grinned back. JJ flopped onto the floor in between Kie and Pope resting his head on the pull out behind him, sighing as Kie’s fingers found his hair and began twisting the tresses gently. The pogues all sat chatting idly and nursing your beers until Kie announced she was sleepy and she snuggled down further on the cushions pulling Pope with her. As she manoeuvred, she accidentally knocked JJ with her foot- he exclaimed but stood still and made his way to the bedrooms. Kie made grabby hands towards you and you smiled before dropping a kiss to hers and Pope’s foreheads- both smiling dopily and closing their eyes to sleep.

“Pssst!” John B whispered across the room, nudging his head towards the direction JJ had taken. You followed wrapping an arm around his waist you both shuffled to his room- laughing when you saw JJ sprawled on the bed. John B scoffed and hit at his foot as you leaped on the bed and got comfy. John B rolling his eyes as he joined the pair of you- the usually large enough bed soon felt cramped with all three of you situated on it. JJ twirled a piece of your hair around his finger absently as John B twiddled with the fingers on one of your hands- you all stared at the ceiling above, staring at the star charts there. You were all comfortable, chilling; all of you boosed and buzzed nicely. And you thought ‘Fuck it…’

“I want to have sex!” You announced- as soon as the words left your lips, you almost regretted them as the pair of boys both stopped their fiddling and turned to you. JJ choking on his breath, and John B raiding his eyebrows so high you wondered if they would ever settle back to their normal state. JJ coughed, trying catch his breath looked at you with wide eyes.

“What?” he asked once he had calmed down enough, you let your eyes scrunch shut. This seemed so simple earlier, when you hadn’t told them about your plan and had just decided it would happen- but now they were actually involved and it made you anxious.

“I wanna have sex…. With one of you guys. I know you’ll treat me right, and show me all the things. The sex things… I’m just sick of being horny and a virgin ya feel?” You stated your unoccupied hand coming to rest over your burning face.

“The sex things… shit…” JJ muttered one of his own hands dragging through his own hair. He couldn't take his eyes off you- his fuzzy mind trying to process what you'd just said. You felt like curling up and dying in a corner- you flushed from head to toe and desperately tried to think of a way back from this.

"What about the rules? No pogue on pogue macking.." John B murmured, his head turned fully towards you as he lifted your hands from you tomato coloured face. JJ rolled onto his side and stared at you too. You puffed out your cheeks.

"Well... it wouldn't really be macking? It’d be like when you taught me to drive the Pogue or when J taught me to surf, ya know?" You whispered, mortified. You were regretting ever bringing it up, regretting ever thinking of it in the first place, like it was a stupid idea. Of course neither of them would want to have sex with you, the rules were there for a reason- an innocent friendly peck here and there didn’t break the rules, but sex would definitely break them. You turned your head and looked at both boys, either side of you- JJ was frowning and staring at you, you tried not to shrink under his stare. John B had a poker face on- his eyes though were stormy, thoughts tumbling around his brain. You whined and rolled over onto your stomach- burying your head in the pillow. Trying to fight the stinging of your eyes- ignoring the fact that you were crying about this. Maybe that last beer was one too many.

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At some point you must have fallen asleep, because when you next rolled over- the sun was blazing through John B’s shutters. You groaned pitifully to yourself and tried to gather the strength and will power to move from your pit of despair. A laugh from further within the building, the smell of food wafting through- urging you to move, so you did, eyes finding a discarded shirt from the floor and pulling it on to cover your body some more- your bikini top and shorts not feeling all that comfortable any longer. You waddled your way to the main room in the chateau; eyes catching on John B and JJ as they both sat up straighter when you entered. You coughed nervously and moved around the room collecting the bacon; obviously delivered from the Wreck, and a bottle of water from the fridge. You could feel their eyes following you, and the silence was setting you on edge. You turned to the boys and glanced at them, bottom lip between your teeth as you nibbled on it anxiously- wondering why they were watching you like an animal in the zoo. You took a bite of the bacon and tried not to groan at the feeling of food entering your body; you hadn’t realised how hungry you were until that point.

“Did you mean what you said last night?” JJ asked, staring you down as you choked on a mouthful of food- you coughed and spluttered as you wracked your brain trying to understand what he was asking you. It was a hazy memory, but one you couldn’t quite forget- you remembered exactly what he meant, you dropped the bacon to the plate and grabbed up your water bottle to try and take a swig. Swallowing slowly to try and sooth the irritation of your throat- your eyes fluttered around the room. JJ looked anxiously at you; his big blue eyes widened, eyebrows raised lips pouted slightly. John B leaned against the wall, hand on JJ’s shoulder- eyes sparkling but face mostly passive. You sighed running a hand through your matted hair- trying to buy yourself more time. Did you mean it, yesterday you had decided the course of action- but then when it came to telling them it felt like the earth was swallowing you up. And now- well, you weren’t sure, you knew you wanted to have sex; you had needs god damn it! But did you really need to involve the boys in your quest to pop your cherry? They didn’t give you much of a response the night before. Which made you feel worse.

“Umm… I guess. I mean I wanna have sex… but if either of you don’t want to.. then I get it, it was super weird of me to ask…” You started out strong- but their combined penetrating gaze making you feel small. JJ nodded, before looking at John B- shrugging his hand off his shoulder, he crossed the room in quick strides and grabbed you up within his arms. And before you could fully comprehend what was happening his chapped lips were pressed to your own. One hand tangling in your hair and the other pulling you close to him. You gasped into the kiss when his lips began moving against your own- his tongue swiping along your bottom lip, seeking your own. Opening up to him, he slipped his tongue to meet you, caressing over your own. Tangling in a dance that was beginning to kindle a fire within. Your hands came up to wrap around him, as one of his large hands came to hold your jaw- angling you face to deepen the kiss. You could feel the breath leaving your body, your knees weakening and a lust bubbling under your skin. The hand resting at your waist squeezed tightly- wrinkling the fabric of the soft, borrowed t-shirt you were wearing, his fingers slid towards you thigh- gently stroking over the smooth skin there- a light moan leaving your lips and JJ chuckled against you- his chest rumbling with the noise and he pulled back, leaving gentle pecks on your lips softly before pulling away completely and peering in to your breathless face. You breathed deeply, trying to regain some semblance of control- you were still wrapped around JJ as a second pair of hands tugged you away and settled you in front of their body.

You looked up into John B’s sparkling eyes, the light smirk playing on his inviting lips. You hadn’t quite wrapped your mind around what had just happened- but John B placed his hands on your hips and pulled you against him as he perched on the edge of the table; legs spread wide enough for you to stand between them- then pressed his lips against you. There was no rush; his soft lips smoothing over your own, gentle and languid- but that didn’t stop the heat bubbling under your skin. Your hands found his sun kissed tresses and you buried themsleves there, tangling within and pulling the pair of you closer. John opened his mouth- teeth nipping at your bottom lip and suckling it between his own deepening the kiss. You moaned weakly and felt you body lean more into him as the recent events and current ones took a toll on you. John B’s lazy kisses became fervent- rushed; nibbling, sucking and teasing pushing and pulling you in to him. When he pulled away as breathless as you- you frowned trying to chase his lips, wanting them back. The boys both chuckled, the rumbling sound bringing you back to reality. John B’s hands still held your hips fast to him, and one of JJ’s hands brushed your hair from your face. You took a steadying breath and forced your mind to focus- which was harder than it should be, with John B’s hands holding you tightly, his and JJ’s kiss still burning on your lips. you pushed his hands from you hips and stepped away from the pair, trying to breath calmly.

Now you had some space, you could see the pair smirking at you; eyes twinkling at you, their lips plump and looking so inviting. JJ raised a hand and his thumb rest against his bottom lip- while John B clapped his hands and rubbed them together in front of him.

“We’re in…” John B stated confidently, arms folding over his chest- JJ nodding along emphatically and grinning wide. You gasped, eyes widening and nodding- letting your mind catch up. You were still kiss drink from them, a hand raising to rest on your forehead. You looked up and stared at the boys- they just stood smirking.

“There’s gonna be some rules though; we’re both going to help you, cause you didn’t specify who.” JJ stated gesturing between them both as you stood- still shocked but nodding nonetheless.

“We’ll go at your pace, and only do things with you when you say.. yes we’re teaching you, but this is on your terms.” John B stated, gesturing to you, smirk still in place.

“We don’t tell Kie and Pope about this, obviously..” JJ shrugged his shoulders, at the mention of their names you looked towards the pull out and sighed when you saw they had already left.

“Now we need to know what exactly you do know and we can go from there..” John B winked, he moved to the pull out and flopped down onto it, JJ copying his actions before gesturing you to join them. You settled between the boys and waited, you wondered whether the booze from last night was bad or something- cause none of this was making sense.

“Do you know what gets you off?” JJ murmured in to your ear, one hand brushing your hair away from your shoulder- lips dropping a kiss there as he waited for you to respond. You looked to John B beside you, who just shrugged, eyebrow raised. You breathed deeply, JJ resting his chin on your shoulder- you knew the theory and mechanics of sex; but hadn’t put it into practice, nerves bubbled in your tummy as you continued your train of thought. You’d watched porn, and 50 shades- you had used your fingers to ease your libido- you knew how to work them to work yourself to orgasm. But you’d never been touched by another person in that way and you’d never touched another in that way.

“I’ve watched porn before…” You mumbled, cheeks blazing- JJ buried his head in your neck, gently pecking the area. John B traced a finger up your thigh before dropping his hand on it and squeezing gently.

“It’s not realistic.. but a good place to start kinda..” the brunette murmured softly. “Have you ever gotten yourself off?” he asked, a delicate blush covering his tan cheeks- you on the other hand burned with embarrassment and the earlier lust beginning to trickle throughout again. You could only nod.

“That’s good, you know what you like, you can teach us how..” JJ whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, sending shivers through you- the boys both chuckling at your response. The blonde dropping a kiss to your neck and shoulder again before standing up and high-fiving John B- he winked at you and left the chateau- you and the Routledge boy alone- the silence within almost deafening. John B squeezed your thigh gently, ducking his head slightly to be face-to-face with you.

“You wanna try something now?” he whispered- watching as you bit into your bottom lip and nodded. He lurched forward and attached your lips together once more. He wasn’t slow and relaxed this time, he instantly pried your lips apart with his tongue and tangled it with yours. Kissing into you passionately, gently nudging you back to lie on the pull out- he hovered over you, pulling from your lips to kiss around your mouth, then lower discovering you neck like an unmapped land. You moaned as his teeth nipped at your skin- you could feel the grin he wore as he continued to assault your neck. He let one hand hold your jaw, and pulled back- he manoeuvred the pair of you to sit once more, his other arm trailing and resting around your waist- squeezing and lifting you until you were somehow straddling him. You whimpered as he sucked and nipped playfully at you neck. You pulled back to stare at him; he was smiling wolfishly, eyes ablaze, lips kiss-swollen and cheeks dusted with a blush as he stared back at you. You untangled his hand from you hair- ghosting over your neck and the light marks he’d left- grin widening slightly- before plucking gently at the t-shirt you were wearing.

“Looks good on you..” he whispered, grin still in place- he was breathing deeply, and you took a moment to eye his torso; abs working slightly as he breathed quickly. He tilted your chin up and kissed you again- this time with no rush, it was languid and arousal seared through your entirety. His hands took up residence on your thighs, calloused fingers brushing the skin, pushing the large t-shirt up, you whimpered against his lips. He felt so good against you- soft lips kissing against you, hard muscle supporting you- your hand trailed to rest on his chest, it flexing against you hat palm- his skin hotter beneath it. Your body reacting to his lightest of touches- lips fusing together, panting into eachother’s mouths, as neither of you wanted to part. Your hips twitched on top of him, a shock running through your body as he moaned as the contact of your clothed cores rubbing a delicious friction for you both. He gripped onto your hips, fingers digging in, in an enticing manner; he held your hips and guided you over him. Grinding you on top of him, your whines and moans echoing throughout the chateau- his matching sounds slightly quieter than yours. As your body moved and rubbed against him in a tantalising way, one of his hands raised to traced the curve of your body- fingers spreading wide and resting over your ribs, just underneath your breast- thumb gently running along the bottom of you bikini top teasingly.

Your hand found his and cupped it around you, encouraging him to squeeze and tease you. He didn’t disappoint; squeezing gently, exploring the area, letting his fingers tease you hard nipple- pinching and flicking it. All the while your hips worked furiously against him, there was a pressure building within as you could feel him hard beneath; through your clothes, the material rubbing right against you clit in a maddening way. You worked your hips with more fervour focus, you could feel that overwhelming knot tying and twisting tightly within- fraying until it snapped, your climax washing over you forcefully. You moaned and buried your head in the crook of his neck- he panted beneath you, the pair of you trying to catch your breath and calm your racing hearts. The fire within you only burned on, as you could still feel him pressing against you harshly- you began moving your hips, slowly, you were sensitive and knew a second release wouldn’t take long. But John B gripped your hips tightly and stopped you movements, shaking his head.

“No, no, no- this is all for you okay? Don’t worry about me…” he chuckled, his voice deeper than normal- making you want to grip his head and kiss him into oblivion, you restrained yourself as he helped you to sit beside him. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in close to him. You two stayed cuddled together long after your racing hearts had calmed and you breathing had returned to normal, eventually he stood from the pull out, tugging you with him and leading you to his room before traipsing to the bathroom by himself. Your eyes caught on the bulge in his shorts making you blush- one he spotted and sent a wink to you. You laid in his bed and tried to wrap your mind around the happenings of the day. When John B appeared again, he had a towel slung low on his hips- making your mouth go dry, he searched for clothes and explained that you’d stop by your place to change and then you were going to meet the others for a day on the boat as usual. You nodded, more focused on watching him cover up his still damp body with an unbuttoned shirt, board shorts, backwards cap, converse and his ever present bandanna tied around his neck. He looked over to you, chuckling as he clocked the mark on your own neck, grabbing another bandanna; he tied it around your throat like his own. Dropping a kiss to the corner of your lips, smirking when he pulled away. He dragged you out of the chateau and to the parked bus- ready to start your day even though it was nearing the afternoon by this point. You both got settled in the Twinkie before setting off.

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boldlyanxious · 3 years

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Nacho

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Marinette hadn't even realized when she left with the outfit that it had been damaged. But once she pulled it out, it was very obvious. She immediately started apologizing. Jagged loved it though. He thought the chewed parts gave it a very authentic edge. That worked great. He couldn't stop grinning about it and telling Her she didn't need to worry about it.

But that wasn't her concern. She knew that her dog would still need to go. This wasn't the first incident. Jagged may like the rough edges and authentic metal look but he was the only of her clients that would. Her landlord has sent a letter reminding her that dogs were not allowed and threatening fines for any damage.

Luckily the apartment didn't have any damage even though it was far too small for Nacho. Her work supplies were not so lucky. He had managed to pull down a pile of fabrics and made his own bed. He chewed her favorite shoes and several spatulas. She spent an entire evening reorganizing paperwork because he knocked over the small desk her files were on.

She probably should have left him at the shelter. She had gone looking for a hamster. A rescued one had babies but they were all adopted, as well as the mother, by the time she made it there. She knew she didn't have the time or energy for a dog but he looked so sad. She heard them talking and he was on his way to be put down because no one wanted to adopt him. She couldn't just leave him there.

He didn't even have a name. He had been brought in after being found where he had been dumped by whatever heartless person attempted to harm him instead of finding a shelter. He immediately perked up when Marinette brought him outside. He dragged her all over as he excitedly sniffed everything. She was happy to let him. He was such a sweet pup. Most everyone was giving him pats as he approached. One man was likely more interested in talking to Marinette so that didn't interest the dog, but Marinette was distracted being polite when he lunged for a table with a startled looking teen couple. He jumped into their table and helped himself to their nachos.

So he had a name.

Marinette stopped at the same place to get him some nachos before she guided him back to the shelter. She could feel the tears coming so she turned down a side street and sat on the curb rather than at a table. She already had tears streaming down her face by the time she sat. Nacho hesitated before scarfing down the treat, enjoying her arms around him.

"Pretty sure that isn't a good thing for a dog."

Marinette looked up at the voice. She hadn't even been paying attention. No one else was around and there wasn't really any place to run. Even if she could. He was already standing over her, tall and muscled. She was at a disadvantage sitting down and curled over her dog.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

His voice was soft and had lost the teasing edge it had before he saw her face. Rather than standing over her he sat on the other side of Nacho in an obviously relaxed pose in response to her tense reaction. Nacho wasted no time climbing on him and licking his face.

"I don't want to bother you with my troubles. I'm sure you have worries of your own."

"I did ask. It has to be something to make a beautiful woman stop everything and cry on a nice day with such a perfect dog."

Whatever he expected from his flirty comment it wasn't for her to start crying harder. Nacho climbed on her to comfort her without knowing the source of her distress. A cautious hand touched her shoulder with a gentle squeeze before sliding to the middle of her back and patting briefly. Marinette collapsed into the stranger and held onto his arms while he awkwardly continued to pat her. It took a moment before she remembered that he was a stranger and pulled away suddenly.

She flushed brightly as she wiped away her tears and tripped over herself apologizing repeatedly before she jumped up to continue on her way. She was at the corner trying to coax Nacho along but he didn't want to turn towards the shelter.

"Clearly things aren't going well if you can't even convince the dog," he said.

"I don't really want to convince the dog, but I have no other choice."

She reached down to pet the dog before turning back to the man. She welcomed the interruption because she didn't want to keep walking.

"It can't be as bad as all that."

"I can't keep him." She bit back a sob. "I knew a dog wasn't a great idea but I couldn't leave him. He was scheduled to be put down. They told me if I brought him back they would have to do it anyway. None of the other shelters could take him either."

"That really sucks. Can't you give him to a friend?"

"I'm pretty new here. I don't have any friends here that I could ask for a favor like that."

"What about a handsome stranger?"

Marinette looked back at him in surprise. He definitely was handsome.

"You mean you would take him?"

"Did you have your eye on another handsome stranger?" She slowly shook her head no. "I rent a house with a yard. I travel sometimes but I could send him to my family's place. There is a lot of land and my little brother's dog to play with."

"You just want to adopt a random dog off the street with no warning? It's a lot of work."

"Well, I've been wanting a dog for awhile. He is friendly and seems to like me. He also has the added bonus of convincing you to give me your number so you can visit him."

"I could still see Nacho?" Marinette asked, smiling.

"Nacho?"

"He didn't have a name. I was going to think about it, but he stole nachos from some kids and it seemed to fit."

"I think it's perfect. What about your name?"

Oh. Sorry. I'm Marinette," she said, sticking out her hand.

"Jason," he took her hand as he replied. "I'll need your phone number too."

Marinette put her number into his phone and he texted so she would have his. They walked back the way they came and Marinette leaned down to tell Nacho bye. He stopped her before they walked off separate ways.

"Now it's this number just for dog updates or can I use it to ask you out too?"

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storiesofsvu · 3 years

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No One Will Hurt You

Peter Stone x fem!reader Warnings: language, fluff, minor angst, previous mentions of abuse.

You had been married to Peter Stone for almost a year when his work moved him from Chicago to New York City. Both of you kept your professional and personal lives pretty separate, sure you still talked about work lots with each other, you understood that the cases Peter worked on were tough and sometimes he needed to voice things out to help cope.You’d been in New York around 8 months when he sent you a text saying he’d left a file at the house and needed you to bring it down to the precinct for him, it was your day off so you happily obliged.

You entered the squad room expecting Peter to be buried watching interrogation or badgering with detectives, but you found him in the bull pen, engaged in a very civil conversation with the squad as they went over the case again. Stone was distracted asking Rollins a question when a voice you hadn’t expected rung out, noticing your arrival.

“Y/N?” You froze, Peter had never mentioned the name Sonny when he talked about work,

“Detective Carisi?” You fumbled, meeting his gaze before darting over to your husband’s, your face nearly flushing.

“Are you okay? What’re you doing here?” Sonny took a step towards you, concern heavily lacing his voice, you held your hand up to stop him, pulling the files Peter needed from your bag,

“I’m fine, just came to drop these off for Peter.” Your husband looked between you and the Staten Island native, perplexed at the interaction.

“Wait….do you two know each other?” He questioned softly, genuinely curious. You blundered over your words, not sure what to tell him, Sonny was slightly faster, but not completely convincing,

“Yeah…”He began, “Y/N was a…a, a witness in a case of mine back in Brooklyn.” Peter noticed the fabrication in Carisi’s voice, his eyebrows furrowed in your direction, searching your eyes for the truth as he took the files from you, dropping them on a nearby desk. He wasn’t sure what to think, he knew you’d moved to Chicago from New York before you’d met, but why would you try to hide a past relationship….unless it wasn’t something from the past…

“Y/N, you got a minute?” He asked quietly, nodding towards a meeting room, you silently followed him, your head down, like a dog with its tail between its legs. Sonny immediately felt responsible, guilt overcoming him as he noticed the ring on your finger, making the connection between you and Stone. You closed the door behind you, pulling the blinds shut to exclude the room full of detectives before you turned to Peter. There was a moment of tense silence, Peter rubbed his hand over his face, sighing heavily, trying to piece together the words before he spoke. “How did you actually meet Carisi?” His voice was indifferent, “Because I know it certainly wasn’t with you taking the witness stand.” His eyes were hard, boring into you as he waited for a response. You curled your arms around yourself, taking a shuddering breath,

“Pete…” You began, a distressed sob racking through your body mid sentence, interrupting any kind of spurring argument between the two of you. Peter moved forward immediately grasping you in his arms, pulling you against his body in a tight hug, a hand stroking through your hair. You took a few moments to compose yourself before you spoke again, pulling slightly away from him still not meeting his eye line “I wasn’t a witness…” Stone caressed your forearms gently, encouraging you to continue, another sob shook through your body, “I was a victim….” With the admission you finally met your husbands gaze, eyes swimming with tears, his full of concern and confusion.

“What?” Peters voice was barely above a whisper, “What happened? Carisi’s worked multiple units, when did you meet him?” Suddenly he was speaking quickly, he felt like things were spiralling, he needed to know what you’d been through, and about every detail you were willing to give him.

“Brooklyn…” You started, “It was about 4 months before I moved to Chicago…” Your voice was shaky, despite having told the story so many times, having stood trial, admitting it to someone you loved someone you’d kept it secret from for so long, felt so wrong. “I was out for a friends birthday at a pub, I had a few drinks and then the girls wanted to move on, making it a bar crawl, they were heavy partiers, and I just wanted to go home. They left and I guess…I guess I didn’t see the guy follow me out. I only lived a few blocks away, I didn’t think it would be a problem…” You took a deep breath, Peter moved a hand up, cupping your cheek in his palm, encouraging that you were safe. “He….he pulled me into a dark alley, his hand was over my mouth…I tried to fight, I tried to get away, but Pete, he had a knife, I was terrified…”His heart dropped in his chest, attempting to gently wipe away the tears streaming down your face, Peter pulled you into him, kissing your head, “He raped me….he left me to bleed out in that alley way….” Your last sentence was murmured into his chest as you silently cried, thankful your husband was there to console you. He let you quietly cry against him, his heart breaking at your admission, you’d been together for so long, you knew he worked in sex crimes yet you’d never disclosed anything to him.

“You said that scar was a camping accident…” Was all he could manage. You shuddered a breath, pulling away to properly look him in the eye,

“I didn’t know how to tell you.” You felt horrible, there was no reason for secrets when it came to marriage, “Carisi was the lead detective, he even kept checking in with me before I left New York, he wanted to make sure I was recovering okay, that I was getting help.” Peter’s hand tucked under your chin once again, bringing your eyes up to his, “Peter I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, I…..I just hate this…I hate being a victim, everyone looks at you differently once they know, no one treats you like a normal human being anymore. I wanted to escape, that’s why I moved to Chicago, I thought I’d be able to leave this whole shit behind.”

“Y/N I am SO sorry this happened to you, and even more sorry I couldn’t help prosecute it. No one will ever hurt you again.”

“Hey..” You gave him a faint smile, “If we were together, you know you wouldn’t be allowed to prosecute.”

“I’ve got to stop leaving my law books at home with you.” Peter was debating cracking a smile when he saw yours shining through your tears, knowing that this was a moment of the past, it was a heavy situation, and maybe you’d discuss it later but right now, you seemed to be okay. You wiped your face clean of tears, grabbing a napkin from the coffee station beside you, running it under your eyes before you looked at your husband.

“Do I look like I’ve been crying, or can I at least attempt to beat the squad to the elevator?” Peter laughed at that, wiping a smudge of mascara off your face, smoothing your hair,

“You know I love you right, Y/N?”

“I sure hope you do, you did marry me Stone.” He was happy to see a small amount of positivity in your voice as you playfully punched his arm.

“I’ll keep everyone distracted baby, I’ll be home as soon as I can, just please, remember I’ll always protect you okay you’re safe now.” Peter gave you a strong hug, you felt so many unsaid emotions through the hug, understanding the situation. “If you want to talk about this more, I’m always ready to listen.” He kissed you lightly on the forehead, before you snuck out of the room saying a soft thank you to your husband.

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hello there! your writing is amazing so i was wondring if you could do a tbhk x reader💙💙i was thinking a s/o with really bad social anxiety like.. really bad and they just feel so different because they can see others effortlessly speaking about their presentations or see their classmates confidently performing in drama class. one day a teacher makes a rude comment on it and it just sends them into panic . i struggle with anxiety like this and i need my boy tsukasa and others to comfort me💜💙

tsukasa yugi x gn!reader, kou minamoto x gn!reader, (alive!) mitsuba sousuke x gn!reader

a/n: hihi!! thank you so much for the compliment, and sure thing! i do hope youre doing well, because i know from experience how crippling anxiety can be :(( rude, inconsiderate people like that only make things worse- but!! Tho i can’t do much, i hope these are at least a bit comforting!! You only specified tsukasa, so i threw in a few personal favorites as well, i hope that’s alright <33 if you’d like anyone else, simply let me know! oh and! Thank you so much for requesting <333

please i kinda realized that- whenever i write for kou it’s lowkey biased i just,,,, i love him a lot

warnings: social anxiety

word count: 1,846

Tsukasa Yugi <3

To be completely honest, he doesn’t fully get it. The best he grasps it is “(Y/N) can’t handle social situations”, not meaning it in a derogatory way. Just that it’s something that makes them feel very uncomfortable!

One thing is for sure though! He’ll take it very seriously, and does his best to keep you out of situations that may be less than ideal. He also will fight anyone who pokes fun at you- it isn’t funny, and that’s coming from a boy who practically thrives off of pain. Not your pain though. Nope- no one should dare upset you, or cause you any sort of pain or distress. You’re his precious s/o.

When he sees you getting uncomfortable, Tsukasa is honestly just the type of dude who grabs your hand and drags you away. Heck, it’s not like he wants others talking to you anyway :D! His s/o, not theirs!!

If you aren’t fully in panic, or have calmed down enough, he doesn’t pester you or make a big deal of it. He’ll ask if you’re okay, and sort of… leaves it at that. He doesn’t want you to be reminded of anything upsetting, and he doesn’t want you to feel like you have to talk about it. If you want to, he’ll listen of course.

Tsukasa… isn’t the best comforter. If you start to have a panic attack, he’ll stay with you, sitting next to you and rubbing your back. However, he isn’t sure what to do outside of that. He may try to converse a bit, hoping to maybe distract you? Either way, once you calm down, he’ll ask what he should do, and will very obediently do it. Though Sakura compared him to a cat, he’s almost like a dog at times-

Tsukasa definitely notices if you start comparing yourself to others, and will do his best to stop that. He’ll grab your face in his hands, look you in the eyes, and declare that you’re perfect the way you are!! You can’t help your situation! SO, don’t feel bad!

Of course, having someone say “nooo, don’t do that!” doesn’t automatically fix your problems- while Tsukasa wishes it was that simple, he keeps up his encouraging you whenever you need it.

Oh boy though- the moment he heard those rude words leave your teacher’s mouth, he was ready to throw hands. Like, genuinely, put ‘em up old man/woman/person. Tsukasa isn’t the type to lose his cool when it comes to anger- it’s more weird/strange things for him, y’know- but he’s genuinely angry at that.

Yet, because you’re his priority, he does focus on you. He’ll grab your hands, and pull you out of the classroom. Tsukasa will then sit with you, hugging you if you’re okay with it, and rubbing your back.

“Don’t listen to them, (Y/N). That’s so dumb!! You can’t help that!!! They don’t understand, and they aren’t trying, and it’s stupid. I’ll take care of it! I’ll fight ‘til the death-!!!!”

“You’re already-”

“‘TIL THE DEATH.”

Overall, even if he doesn’t intend or realize it, Tsukasa does try to help you through humor. He attempts to comfort you, rubbing your back, telling you the plain facts- that it’s so dumb of your teacher to say something like that, how inconsiderate it is, how it’s ridiculous that they don’t even try to understand where you’re coming from- that you’re perfect the way you are, and you good and well don’t want social anxiety so, my goodness, people need to stop treating it like it’s your choice. But! It’s also a whole lot of rambling, pouty expressions, and hugs-

Kou Minamoto <3

Like Tsukasa, Kou doesn’t fully grasp it. However, he does a lot of research, and will side with you no matter what! He doesn’t see you any different, but he does do his best to keep you 1,000% comfortable. If he notices you getting uncomfortable, he’ll excuse the two of you, and immediately ask if you’re alright.

Bless his sweet little heart, he does worry for you a lot. Whenever you’re uncomfortable, Kou instantly feels uncomfortable as well. So, getting out of those situations is always beneficial for the both of you, pfff-

Although, should you be put in a situation that you can’t slip out of, Kou will try and take over the conversation in your place. Sort of get the attention directed away from you, in hopes that it provides some sort of comfort. As soon as the conversation is over, he’ll do as he always does- turn to you, a precious worried expression on his face, as he asks if you’re alright.

Should you start to have a panic attack, though he’s on edge the entire time- he just wants you to be happy and comfortable after all- he stays with you, and looks surprisingly calm. He’ll place a hand on your shoulder, or hold you if you’d like. Kou will do breathing exercises in hopes that it calms you down, and is so proud of you once you’re back.

After moments like those, he’ll also run to get you water, then sit with you for as long as you need. He doesn’t mind if you just want to sit in silence, but he’ll probably sit there carrying a conversation primarily with himself. Consider it… background noise, I suppose? He understands if you don’t feel like talking, or even listening, and won’t hold anything against you. It’s mainly a way for him to calm down, to be honest- good ol’ nervous rambling.

Much like Tsukasa, Kou will admittedly fight someone for you. Is he a precious boy, who wouldn’t want to hurt a human? Yeah, of course! Is a human anything more than an evil supernatural in his eyes, should they intentionally upset you? Nope, of course not!

Kou usually sits next to you in classes, simply because he’s your friend and boyfriend. However, in that moment, it provided him enough to know whether you’re alright or not.

Kou’s face the moment he heard those words leave the teacher’s mouth was pure… confusion- anger- the perfect “?!” expression. He wasn’t focused on what he looked like though- he was focused on you. That was enough to hurt his feelings, so he couldn’t imagine what you were feeling.

At seeing that pure panic on your face, Kou stood up, and stepped over to you. He grabbed your hand, carefully ushering you out of the room, offering the teacher nothing more than an, avoiding eye contact and barely turning himself to face the teacher, “excuse us.” He couldn’t give two cares about whether or not it’d get him in trouble. Right now, the teacher was scum, and you needed to get out of there.

Kou would sit with you, comforting you in the same way he did any other time, hugging you and rocking back-and-forward slightly, hoping that it helped. If it didn’t, he’d sit back, still offering any other forms of comfort he could. Once you calmed down as best you could, Kou would hug you/tighten the hug (if it was alright with you) and, similarly to Tsukasa, tell you plain facts.

“I promise you, (Y/N), what they said isn’t true. It’s inconsiderate. It’s- not right. You’re doing your best, and if they can’t see that, then- then? I… I don’t know. They should keep their mouth shut and try to understand. Put themselves in your shoes… I’m sorry- I’m sorry that you had to deal with that, (Y/N). I’m really sorry.”

Mitsuba Sousuke <3

He’s your #1 defender. It’s well-known that Mitsuba isn’t afraid to speak his mind- and is also pretty good at making someone feel guilty. He’d never use that skill on you, of course. He saves it specially for jerks that provoke you like that.

He doesn’t personally suffer from social anxiety, but he does understand it better than the other two. It’s completely rational in his eyes. He understands it just fine, and it frustrates him when others don’t. It especially frustrates him when others don’t even attempt to understand.

Mitsuba isn’t extremely fond of talking with others- once he befriends you, he sort of keeps to you and him. He’s content with that as well, and honestly dislikes it when others try and intrude on that. People like Kou or Kou’s friends are slight exceptions, but none of them are as close to him as you are. No one tries to understand him like you do- and he likes to think he understands you a bit more than they might.

When you get uncomfortable, Mitsuba will tell the other person directly that they’re disturbing the two of you, and that they should hurry up, or simply go along on their way. Like I said, Mitsuba isn’t afraid to speak his mind, even if his mind is a bit ruder than others’. Heck, if someone doesn’t get the very obvious hint, he'll put it even blunter for their small minds to understand. All in all, he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable, and uses his questionable social skills to his advantage.

Despite his ability to get you out of situations, he isn’t the best at dealing with the panic that results from the situations. He does have a decent grasp on what he should do, but his slight tsundere tendencies make it difficult.

So! Mitsuba will sit there, next to you, probably with his shoulder pressed against yours. He sort of… talks you through a panic attack? He isn’t entirely sure how to help you out of one, but he’s decent enough at keeping you grounded. Plus, even if he doesn’t help tremendously, he at least shows that he cares. Heck, if he’s feeling generous, he may even place a fleeting kiss on your shoulder as a “reward.”

One thing especially keeping him tied with the other boys, is he’s fuming the moment your teacher makes that comment. As soon as the words leave his mouth, Mitsuba is sitting there, practically forcing himself to keep some sort of composure.

“Tch. The crap? What kind of audacity do you have to disregard a student’s mental health. What’s wrong with you? How would you feel if I made a comment on your receding hairline, hm? Oh? Oh, that’s not something you can help, hm? Well, whether it can get through your thick skull or not, (Y/N) can’t help it either. So, unlike your forehead, which will continue- why don’t we leave it at that?”

Mitsuba doesn’t really bother to excuse the two of you- heck, after that, he’s already confident he’s in deep trouble. It’s not as if he cares though- no, he’s perfectly content, as he takes your hand and guides you out of the classroom.

Mitsuba, as he usually does, sits with you, letting you cry as much as you need. “Don’t worry, (Y/N). If that much didn’t get through to them, I have a few more choice words I’d be glad to share. No matter what, it’s not your fault, and I’ve got your back.”

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