#fellas is it wrong to get turned on by your own writing?
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bridgerton sister ran away just before the beginning of her season and discovered by Colin in St Petersburg under a fake identity and bought back home
The Familiar Barmaid
x bridgerton!sister
Pronouns- She/her
Warning- Mother issues
Word Count- 933
Summary- The reader wants to be an author, but unfortunately, she has a season to get back to.
Y/n Bridgerton had never dreamed of being married like her other sisters (Eloise excluded). Y/n loved reading, she imagined her own stories and stashed her written stories under her bed. She craved to be an author like the ones who made the books she admired. Her mother however had other plans for her since day one; come out, become the diamond of the season, and be courted by a handsome gentleman I loved who hopefully had an amazing title. I never craved that life I much preferred to live in the fantasy worlds I created in my head. This leads us to my escape from the Bridgerton household the night before my season.
I had packed the most important things to me; my writings, my favorite books, and the leftover money I had been saving from my gown fittings. I quietly took my horse out of the stable at night and rode the horse to a place no one would know Y/n Bridgerton.
I rode my horse for as far as she could go taking breaks in dingy inns that my Mother wouldn't dare to step foot in. By the time I was in St Petersburg, I was already short on funds. It was a better place to settle than most it had gorgeous views and so many new things to write about. As luck would have it the bar in town was looking for a barmaid. Unfortunately, the bar owner could tell very easily that I had no experience. Shockingly he gave me a chance! He said I reminded him of his daughter who recently married so her room above the bar was also available. It felt like fate like I had been sucked into my very own fantasy book.
I spent my days writing in the nearby park and the nights dealing with town drunks. Honestly, they weren't too bad just demanding their drinks. I learned quickly and I became their favorite barmaid only because I made the drinks the fastest but it still made me feel accomplished. It was a bittersweet feeling to have the town drunks appreciate me more than my mother but at least I was appreciated.
I felt true relief once the season was over no longer worried they would find me and make me a last-minute entry. The bar was just closing and I was washing the grimy tables when the chime of the door startled me. The man was bundled his scarf nearly covering his whole face.
I turned to him and frowned politely "I am so sorry sir we are just closing."
The man gasps once he hears me speak "Y/N?"
I quickly back up accidentally sending a chair to the ground with a loud thud, "I think you have the wrong woman sir."
My boss exits the backroom at the commotion, "This fella bothering you Rose?"
"Are you serious Y/n? Rose? Be a little more original," the man unwraps his scarf and my fists immediately tighten.
"Colin, what are you doing here?" I practically growl.
"You know this man Rose? Seems a little too uptight for you, but I am not here to judge your taste in suitors." My boss chuckles finding his comment hilarious.
Colin gags, "That is my little sister I'll have you know! And I am bringing you right home Mother has been worried sick about you!"
I roll my eyes "She probably did not even know about my absence until Lady Whistledown announced it. How did she cover it up? Am I in the States visiting my cousins?"Colin's face turns beat red which tells me I am right.
Colin tries to change the subject, "Your sisters miss you dearly, Daphne was devasted you were not there for her wedding."
I gasped, "Daphne is already married! The season just ended!"
Colin rubbed his arm, "There were a lot of issues with this season Y/n… honestly we all could have used some of that Y/n wisdom. I especially could have used some of that wisdom." He mumbled the last part seeming very embarrassed to admit it.
"Oh, Colin… I am so sorry. I miss my siblings all dearly but I am not meant for the home carer life. I am meant to be out there writing about anything I can get my hands on." I gesture to the world around me.
"That is one good thing about your departure, no one thinks you are Lady WhistleDown anymore," He smirks.
"Oh what a pity I did like causing fear and scaring the men off with the promise to write about them," I smile.
Colin sighs, "I will make you a deal Y/n, travel with me during my studies. You can explore the world that way, but you must write to Mother and the rest of your siblings and let them know you are safe."
"You know she or Anthony will just drag me back home," I frown.
"Not with me by your side, I am sure I can convince Anthony and she can convince Mama." He smiles as the plan begins to form in his head.
I smiley widely, "You have yourself a deal Colin Bridgerton."
He smiles back as my boss lets out a few stray tears, "You truly are just like my daughter, just as stubborn and hot-headed. Be sure to visit your welcome back anytime."
I gave him a side hug, "Oh boss you big old softie."
Colin laughs, "Y/n you are truly something."
"Why thank you," I take a bow. "Shall we take our leave?"
"We shall," Colin smiles.
#bridgerton fanfiction#bridgerton fanfic#bridgerton x y/n#bridgerton x reader#bridgerton x sister reader#bridgerton request#bridgerton reader insert#colin bridgerton x you#colin bridgerton x reader
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What makes them soft 🥰 VS What gets them hard 😈 (Dethklok x Reader)
I thought of that title and it was too good to give up
Fluffy moments vs Turn-Ons headcanons for the Dethklok boys (if that wasn’t obvious enough) TW: Although not explicitly smut, this is definitely a bit spicy and has hints of kinks. Please, Minors DNI.
Nathan explosion
What makes him soft
Being a busy guy, Nathan values a lot of comfortable silence and mutual space. When you two are just sitting together, doing completely different things, not talking, yet enjoying each other’s company nonetheless. Most of the time, he’ll be writing song lyrics, storyboarding a music video, or planning out a concert. His mind is occupied, but he’ll occasionally take the time to look over to you and appreciate just how soothing your presence is.
This guy will go weak in the knees for random little pecks. On his cheeks, nose, shoulders, hands, he’ll go absolutely crazy when you give him just small, passing kisses. He might even stop what both of you are doing just to get more. Don’t get me wrong, he loves a good make out session, but quick and fleeting kisses are definitely up there on the list.
When really focused, Nathan has the tendency to overwork himself, getting completely enamored in his goals and not focusing on much else. Similarly, being an unofficial “Band Dad”, he might be very busy trying to keep his chaotic band mates in check and on schedule. So having a darling S/O who reminds him to take breaks and take care of himself is so precious. Just little, “It’s been a while, let’s have a snack.” or “We should be heading to bed now.” Are just lovely little reminders on just how much you care for him and it seriously makes his heart ache with warmth.
What gets him hard
Nathan is…stubborn and tends to be hardheaded. He’s pretty good at keeping himself in check, but sometimes that ignorance will still slip out. But, HOO, when he has an S/O that’ll snap back. Goddamn! Get a bit angry, boss him around a little. Nothing mean, just put him in his place. He’ll certainly return the favor to you later.
While I still stand by the fact that he loves some quick affection, he still greatly appreciates lingering touches as well. Specifically, massages. He’s a big guy, a big guy who is constantly hunching down and head banging. Rub up his neck and shoulders, please! He might literally beg you, if he must. He considers a massage to be some great foreplay, aftercare, or just whenever. He just really loves it.
Whispering. I don’t know how to explain this one, I just feel like he’s the kind of fella to just go wild over some whispering in his ear. Doesn’t even have to be flirty or sexual; get real close and whisper to him your grocery list, he’ll probably be bricked up over it.
Pickles The Drummer
What makes him soft
You know how Pickles had a completely supportive home life and a loving family? No? Not at all? Huh. That’s probably why he gets seriously emotional whenever you give him praise. Any kind at all, just a simple “Good job” might make his eyes start to water. Tries really hard to hide it too, cause if you'll notice, you might start to worry about him WHICH WILL MAKE HIM CRY EVEN MORE-
Scratching this isn’t kinky I swear- You know that feeling when someone gently drags their fingernails across your skin? Just barely enough to leave red streaks and cause goosebumps, but not nearly enough for any actual pain? Maybe I’m projecting but something tells me he’s just melt into that sensation. Bonus points if you play connect-the-dots with his freckles or something.
Pickles will regularly drink and drug himself up to oblivion, which makes absolutely brutal hangovers a very common occurrence. But he’s used to dealing with it on his own. Until you decided that wouldn’t do and started taking care of him during these tough moments. Even when he’s painfully groaning into you thighs, he really does love the fact that you’re just willing to be here with him, dealing with his pathetic habits and worse symptoms.
What gets him hard
Nothing gets him in the mood quite like seeing you dance. Seeing you bounce and sway to some music definitely puts his head deep into the gutter, especially if the song is filthy. Even better, one of Dethklok's songs. He’ll be staring at your legs, hips, and chest with a smirk for hours and he’ll definitely ask you to recreate some of those moves for him later, privately.
I think he has a thing for oversized clothes. Most of the women he surrounds himself with wear tight, revealing clothing and while that's all done and good, he really enjoys something that's loose and too big on you. Doesn't matter how big you are; buy a shirt a couple sizes up and it'll probably end up on his floor in a matter of hours. Also I think he wants to be the boyfriend to give you his clothing that's too big for you, but he's so tiny himself, it probably won't work :/
Okay, sure, it's nice to have a partner that's a little bashful or even teasing when it comes to sexytimes, someone who likes making a show out of it. But, he loves having a partner that's very casual about their sexuality. This was totally inspired by that great Momento Mori fanfic btw. When you skip to the chase of getting undressed or talk about kinks openly like it was in the morning news or simply ask for sex from him, no hesitation, he'll be so much more enthusiastic about it.
Skwisgaar Skwigelf
What makes him soft
Skwisgaar is famous, or infamous, for being a Sex God. He has slept with more people in a week than most will in their entire lives; he's probably the biggest whore in history. It's what's expected of him. If you are in a monogamous relationship with him, he's already out of his element and feeling vulnerable. This wasn't supposed to happen to him. But then you start giving him affection. Hugs and cuddles, kisses on his cheek, and little pets that don't lead to sex just make his heart flutter in a way he didn't know was possible. He's had countless women touching every part of his body, but when you do it out of sentiment and tenderness rather than because you're horny...oh gosh, he becomes addicted to that feeling.
He'd be the type of guy to pine after good ol' fashion shyness. Seeing you blush, stutter, and look away at some simple flirting quips makes him melt. He loves getting his ego stroked so he often fosters your nervousness just to make himself feel like a big man. He especially likes it if you start to use him as a crutch for your shyness, like hiding your face in his chest or something.
While he tends to come off as smug, cold and dismissive, he is really such a crybaby and has a healthy dose of anxiety as well. While it will take a while a long while for him to open up and expose his emotional side, he really values someone who can comfort him in his tough moments. He’s gonna be bratty about it the first few times, but it means so much just to have someone there and caring for him.
What gets him hard
Oh boy, double whammy! The shyness not only hits his heart, but that feeling moves down south as well. Not necessarily acting timid in the bedroom, although he does like that, but watching the shyness melt away as you really get into it. Especially if you’re a bit controlling of him. Seeing your reserved attitude give away to dominance just fucking gets to him.
This one’s weird ngl So we all know how particular Skwisgaar is. He’s a bit of a diva. I’d think he’d like to pick your clothing. Nothing super invasive, but he likes to choose what outfit you wear before the two of you go out to do something nice. He gets so much pride that from knowing you’re wearing what he picked from you and he cannot wait to tear it off. Bonus points if you get compliments on it; he’s not gonna brag in front of people, but he’s gonna tease you for it later.
If you couldn’t tell, I imagine him to be semi-possessive. So he would just love to mark you up with hickies and bruises and scratches. He’ll have the cockiest smirk on his face as others stare at the marks covering your neck or thighs. He’ll show off his own marks that you left as well, wearing low-cut shirts after a particularly rough night.
Toki Wartooth
What makes him soft
Ahh, this boy is such a sweetheart! A lot of things you do will turn him into putty. But especially if you play into any traditional lifestyle. Toki bought a ring a month into your relationship, so saying your interested in marriage will make him so happy, he might propose right there! You want kids? So does he! How soon? As traumatizing at it was, he was raised with extremely conventional values, so seeing you cook or clean or act domestic even a little bit will push all the right buttons in his brain.
Toki never uses your name. It’s a given. Pretty much the moment you met, he’s called you by all the cheesiest pet names he can think of, even before you were dating. Some are cute; Sweetie, Darling, Prince/Princess, Kitty. But, just as much as those, he uses all the tacky ones that make everyone cringe as well; Honeybun, Num-Nums, Snookums, Baby Cakes. It gets worse. It doesn’t matter if you hate it, he thinks it’s cute!
Despite him usually waking up the earliest out of the band members, and having a cherry demeanor overall, Toki is not a morning person. He will be so pissed if he is waken up before he wants to, alarm clocks are not allowed in his room. He has very vivid and happy dreams and hates to be torn away from them. But he loves waking up with you, every single morning. Even if you snore or drool or kick in your sleep, he will be so happy to see you as you both wake up. Your tired face and messy hair and mumbling “good morning” just feels so right, really gets him in the feels.
What gets him hard
(This one is specifically for female readers) Remember when I said he definitely wants children? I wasn’t kidding. Man wants to start trying for a baby today. He hates condoms and will try to convince you to get off birth control. Almost every time you mess around, he’s gonna bring up how pretty you’ll be with his kids growing in you. Always wants to finish inside. The breeding kink is strong here.
Ok, so yes, Toki generally likes his S/O to be as sweet and loving as he is. But you know what else he is? Fucking scary. If you have some occasions where you get really pissed off, telling off some asshole or even beating them up, Toki wants you right then and there. He loves seeing the seething anger on your face not directed at him and definitely gets turned on if a little blood gets on you. Brutal.
Nudes are great, right? He definitely likes getting some dirty pictures from you now and then, especially if he’s away on tour and can’t get the real thing. But even more so than that, he loves getting teasing photos from you. Especially if you act dumb. Send him a necklace photo that just so happens to show off your cleavage or collarbone; show him something your holding with your soft thighs in the background; send him a selfie from bed where you ‘accidentally’ leave some sex toys in frame. Oh my god, he’ll go so crazy for it and pays you back double when he finally sees you again.
William Murderface
What makes him soft
It’s so easy to make his heart melt, it’s almost sad. He definitely puts up a tough exterior, but once you’re through, he’s pretty much at his knees for anything you do. But high up on his list (he would be the type to make a list) is receiving compliments from you. He already idolizes you and is weirdly grateful that you show him as much affection as you do, so even tiny compliments are gonna have him twisted around your finger, as if he wasn’t already before. He’ll kill someone for you if you just call him prettyboy beforehand, I swear to god.
The quickest way to a man’s heart is his stomach. This is true for almost anyone, but especially Murderface. He’ll gobble up anything you cook for him so quickly, doesn’t matter what. He’s bashful about it, but eventually, he’ll show his passion for cooking for you and teaching you some recipes definitely makes for some sweet bonding time. His favorite date is cooking something together and then eat it while watching an awful movie.
As you’ve probably guessed by now; Murderface is, what some might call, a total simp for you and is completely tender for anything you do. So, if you happen to flip the script, and start building him up as something desirable and pine after him hard, ohhhh man. This extends from the compliments but- Flirt! Get handsy in public! Show him off! He is literally one of the world’s most popular cultural figure and yet his self confidence is dirt. Be grateful for your famous, angsty, bulldog-faces boyfriend and his stomach will explode in butterflies!
What gets him hard
He seems like the kind of guy to seriously get off on eye contact not me tho. Make eyes at him from across a room and don’t look away. The longer you stare just at him, the more he’ll blush and squirm. Once you do finally get some private time, he insists on maintaining eye contact with you as long as you both can manage. It’s somehow feels both romantic and fucking dirty with him.
William is pretty much addicted to your scent. If you have a signature perfume or lotion, he wants to drown in the stuff. He loves to bury his face in any article of clothing you manage to leave behind in his room. While in his afterglow, he likes to creep up behind you and smell your hair and sweat. Even body odor, he likes it if it’s yours. Yeah, he’s a weirdo, but you already snatched him up. Please let him borrow a few sprays of your perfume to wear for the day.
Seeing you handle weaponry…my god. This poor boy. Could be knives, guns, anything in between. Just you holding it is enough to make his knees wobbly and his vision blurry. If you know how to use it? Good lord, he wants to be at the end of that weapon no matter the consequences. He’d be completely okay dying that way. Seriously though, this man has a thing for weaponry and danger. He puts on the attitude of a violent, hateful man but underneath that is a softie. But under want that softie is man who CRAVES VIOLENCE-
I got more and more sleep deprived as I wrote this man
Will I ever be able to write something comprehensible and exceptional?…probably not.
#metalocalypse#dethklok#pickles the drummer#skwisgaar skwigelf#nathan explosion#william murderface#toki wartooth#polyklok is real#metalocalypse x reader#metalocaypse headcanon#dethklok headcanon#dethklok x reader#sorry if the format is weird#I wrote half of this on my phone and the other half on a computer#tw kink
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Hey :) I was wondering if since it’s a leap year you would maybe write a oneshot or blurb or smth with James Maguire x reader (maybe like Quinn!reader from your series??) where she proposes on the 29th of February bc it’s a tradition that comes from Ireland?? I just think it would be so cute bc he just totally wouldn’t see it coming and I’ve never seen anyone do it in a fic before
Leap Day (James Maguire X Quinn!Reader)
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Summary: You, the girls, and James are now well into your twenties. Life is perfect, except for one little thing that’s been on your mind. After taking with your friends about it, you figure you should take matters into your own hands.
A/N: won’t put it on my series masterlist, but this could be seen as an epilogue of sorts to the fella series (even tho it’s not finished yet lol) but obvi it can be read as its own thing. Also im american so sorry for any terminology and such i get wrong. reader, james, and the girls are obvi aged up
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If you had told your younger self that you and your friends ended up staying in Derry after finishing school, she would’ve thought you lost your mind. All she thought about was graduating and leaving home, traveling the world, and escaping her pain-in-the-ass sister Erin and somewhat crazy family.
But if she saw the life you had now, she’d probably understand. Because you had everything you truly wanted.
You had a nice little job close to your flat where you managed a bookstore. It was a quaint shop that became a frequent stop for some of the local teenagers. Erin also stopped by every now and then to boast about what she had already read.
When you weren’t working, you were with your friends. You were a bit more tame than you were in your adolescence, but that all usually went out the window when Michelle got a drink or two in her. Which happened often.
But the best part of your day was when you’d go home to see your boyfriend of many years, the love of your life, James Maguire.
“So, what’s goin’ on with you and him, anyway?” Michelle asked as she messily poured everyone a glass of wine. Every now and then, you and the girls got together for a night to get drunk and catch each other up on anything that happened since the last time you’d gotten together. For some reason, you and James were a bit of a hot topic tonight.
“What d’ya mean, Michelle? You know what’s going on with us.” You laughed, taking your wine glass from her.
“I mean, when are the two of you getting hitched? Has he even popped the question to ya?”
“Believe me, Michelle, you’d all be the first to know if we got engaged.” You said a bit glumly, downing your drink and waving your glass around for Michelle’s attention to fill it again.
“He still hasn’t asked you?” Clare asked with an incredulous look. From the start, she had been a big supporter of your and James’ relationship. If it was up to her, you’d probably have a few kids and a house in the countryside by now. “You’ve been going out since we were sixteen! And you just turned twenty-five a few months ago, didn’t you?”
“Yup.” You responded, popping the ‘p.’ “Nine years and no ring.” You held your bare hand up to prove your point. “But I don’t mind too much. As long as we’re together, that’s really what matters.”
“Aw, that’s sweet.” Clare cooed.
“It’s shit.” Michelle countered.
“Michelle’s right, Y/n,” Erin said, grabbing a crisp from the bowl in the middle of the table. “You’ve been waiting for James to propose since we finished at Our Lady Immaculate; admit it.”
“Have not!” You laughed at the absurdity of your sister’s sentence, but the looks everyone gave you made it die down. “Okay, maybe a little. But not seriously! It was just like a dream, you know? Like Erin thinking she’ll get published or Granda thinking Ma will actually divorce Daddy.”
Everyone giggled, except for Erin, who was grumbling about your little jab.
“Be serious, Y/n!” Clare laughed, patting your hand. “You’ve been waiting for him to ask for a long while.”
You looked down at your glass, swirling the wine around with a sigh.
“Maybe a bit.” You answered quietly. It hadn’t really nagged at you too much until recently. After all, you had been together for almost a decade, and everyone else around you seemed to be getting engaged or married. You loved James; truly, you did. But it felt like you were missing out a little. “But I’m fine with waiting.”
“The question is, Y/n, how long are you gonna have to wait until he actually does it?” Erin asked, leaning forward to stare at you. You shrugged, not really knowing the answer and not really wanting to respond.
“You might as well ask him, Y/n!” Your cousin Orla said with a grin. She was always an optimist. “He might just be scared you’ll say no!”
“You know, now that you say it, that’s probably why he hasn’t asked yet,” Michelle said, taking a sip from her wine glass that had been filled more graciously than anyone else’s. “After all, James is a pussy.”
“Don’t call my fella a pussy, Michelle!” You reprimanded, yet you still laughed along with everyone else.
“I can call my cousin what I want. And the fact is that he’s a pussy!”
“You know, that’s not a bad idea, really,” Clare said when everyone’s chuckles had died down. She gasped. “This is a leap year! You could ask him on the twenty-ninth!”
“That’s next week, Clare.” You said a bit nervously. Of course, you’d marry James in a heartbeat. But the thought of proposing, especially so soon, made you a bit sick to the stomach. Now you realize why James probably hasn’t asked you yet.
“It’s either next week or another four years, Y/n,” Michelle said with a teasing smile.
You gulped, feeling everyone’s eyes on you. As you thought about it, you had to admit that it wasn’t really a bad idea. Sure, you had less than an ideal amount of time to plan everything out. But you could probably get something small but nice together.
“Okay… Who’s going ring shopping with me?” The girls squealed at your question, getting up to surround you in a drunken group hug.
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It was the twenty-ninth, and you were a nervous wreck. The ring weighed heavy in your pocket as you paced around your dining room. Dinner was sitting waiting on the table, and you were playing your little speech of love over and over in your head. All you needed was James, who should be home soon. But as the minutes ticked by, you wished the clock would freeze so you could have more time to prepare for this.
“Darling, I’m home!” James called out as he opened the door, and you realized you were out of time. You skipped out to the front hall to greet your boyfriend.
“Hi, Jamie.” You cooed, giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek before stepping away so he could hang up his coat.
“Sorry I’m a bit late, needed to finish some things at the office.”
“Oh, that’s okay, hun.” You waved your hands, both to dismiss his unneeded apology and to get rid of some nervous energy.
James gave you a quick peck before walking off to the bedroom to change, leaving you to overthink a bit more. You wanted tonight to be perfect. James deserved nothing less than that.
To pass the time, you grabbed a candle and placed it in the middle of the small table, finding a lighter to light the wick.
“It’s so nice to be home,” James murmured as he walked over to you, arms slinking around you to pull you close to his chest. He buried his face into your neck, leaving a kiss or two before taking a deep breath. “Dinner smells good.”
“Thank you, Jamie.” You turned your head to kiss his cheek before pulling away from him. The two of you sat down and started putting food on your plates.
You talked about anything and everything, James leading most of the conversation, which you were grateful for. You felt that if you had to talk too much, you’d either stutter too much or end up spoiling your surprise. James held your hand most of the time, playing with your fingers absentmindedly as he talked about something amusing that happened at work.
Eventually, your plates were clear and your cups were empty. James was finishing up a story about something a few of his lads had done while they were all watching some sports game you didn’t know much about. You knew that now was your time.
“Jamie?” He hummed, perking up at the sound of his name.
“Yes, love?”
“I love you.” You didn’t really know how else to start.
“I love you, too, N/n,” James said, smiling as he squeezed your hand.
You took a deep breath, about to give the speech that you’d been preparing in your head.
“I’ve known that you were the one for me since we were fifth years. Probably since I first saw you at the bus stop. That’s probably crazy, knowing something like that so early and so young… But it’s true.” You laughed, thumb sweeping over his knuckles. “These have been the best years of my life, being with you. And it might be a bit selfish of me, but I want more of them.”
“Y/n…” James whispered, tilting his head. “What are you saying, darling?”
“We have a bit of a tradition here.” You say, wiggling your hand from James’ grasp and standing up. “Ladies’ Privilege, Bachelor’s Day, whatever you fancy calling it. Where on Leap Day, girls can propose to their fella.” You stuck your hand in your pocket, fiddling with the ring. “And seeing how it’s Leap Day now, and I have a ring and all, I guess there’s just one last thing to ask.”
James’ expression turned even more stunned when you got down on one knee, now holding the silver band up in front of him.
“Will you marry me, Jamie?”
In the few seconds of silence after that question, you could feel your heartbeat in your ears. He looked at you stunned, and you desperately wanted to know what was going through his mind. How long would you have to kneel on the ground for him to give you an answer?
But then he smiled brightly, and all your worry slipped away.
“Of course, I’ll marry you!” James slipped out of his chair to join you on the floor and grabbed your face, giving you a long and deep kiss. You gripped his curls in your free hand, the other resting on his shoulder. When he pulled away, he let out an airy laugh. “I never thought I’d be the one being proposed to.”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything.” You giggled with him as you slipped the band onto his ring finger. “Happy Leap Day.”
“Happy Leap Day, indeed,” James said before kissing you again.
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For kinktober:
Billy Washington x face sitting
Modern Aemond x getting caught
Tom bennettt x public sex
would adore if you could do these, I love your writing so much! 💕
Authors Note: thank you for these love and the compliment! Gonna do the Billy Washington x face sitting one here and I’ll do the other ones separately so it’s just easier. Thank you for waiting for this as long as you did, I realised I sort of did them in the wrong order ha still boo you like these ♥️
Warnings: Praising, f oral, face sitting, teasing, hint at m oral, (if I miss any let me know)
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You and Billy had been dating for quite some time now, and for the whole time, you’d noticed that he’d always been eager to please.
Whether that was with a nice hot cup of tea when you got back from a stressful day at work, or even just calling the local Chinese place for food when he could tell that you were too tired to try and attempt to cook anything that night.
It was also unsurprising to the both of you when you realised how eager to please Billy was in other areas of your relationship too.
“I’m back love!” You yell, chucking off your coat onto the hook and flinging your messenger bag somewhere by the sofa, before walking to the direction of the bedroom.
“Hey babe” Billy smiles, sneaking up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and pulling you into him, so he can give you a quick affectionate kiss on the forehead.
“How was your day? Did you chat to Lana? I swear she said something about calling you sometime today… or it may have been tomorrow?” You muse, dragging Billy to the bed and laying down next to him, humming slightly in content as his arms wrap around you once more as your head rests on his chest.
“Yeah, spoke to Lana earlier. She’s doing alright for herself. Had a couple dates with that fella of hers and got another tomorrow. Had a call of the job centre too. Some mechanic place is hiring for apprenticeships and stuff and I got an interview next week.”
“Billy thats bloody brilliant!” You grin, bringing your hands up to cup his face before practically yanking him in for a deep kiss, chuckling slightly against his lips in amusement as you feel how eager Billy is for your kisses and general affection.
“I’ve got no work to do, so I’m free all afternoon for whatever you desire my love.” You grin, a mischievous smile painted on your lips as Billy’s own face turns a light shade of pink from bashfulness. It’s always fun teasing him and seeing the way he gets.
“Well, there is something I’ve been wanting to try for a while. Since you’ve been saying about me taking charge more-“
“Billy I don’t care if you’re more submissive or dominant in this relationship! I just care about you not thinking you need to bend over backwards for me! Cause I’ll be here no matter what kinks you suddenly pull out! Well, I will run for the actual hills if you suggest anything feet related, but that’s a different matter-“
“It’s not fucking feet love!” Billy laughs, the noise making your chest practically ache from happiness as the stress seems to somehow physically drain from his face.
You always loves Billy’s laugh. The small barely noticeable stress wrinkles you never tell him about seems to magically smooth away, and almost make him look strangely innocent.
“It’s… well… I wanted to maybe have you sit on my face…”
“You want what?” Your eyes furrow at Billy’s murmur. But when he repeats it louder and clearer, your breathes go ragged and you can already feel your legs clenching together in anticipation.
“I want you to sit on my face. So I can eat you out, till you can’t take it anymore…”
“Oh…” You hate how breathless you sound. But the thought of Billy doing that to you is doing too many unholy things to your head that you can’t help but bite your lip in deep thought. “Yeah… I think we can definitely do that baby.”
“Good!” It’s so precious how he smiles so bashfully in front of you. He’s like a whole new man. Like he didn’t just suggest something that made your face blush bright red from his request mere moments ago. “So get on my face now.”
Your heart feels as if it could explode with how hard your blood was pumping to your face right now, but you can’t help but nod eagerly to Billy’s demands and quickly strip yourself nude, your clothes flying all over the room as you focus on Billy, and Billy only.
You’re awkward in your movements at first, never having a man do this so intimate thing with you before, and yet Billy takes this in stride. Before you can even get to sit yourself on his chin, he grabs at your thighs and clumsily forces your whole body on his face, where you can’t help but grind slightly on as one of the most intense feelings of your life hits you.
It’s strange, to have Billy’s wet warm tongue piercing your wet cunt, and to have his nose simultaneously nuzzling your clit, but it’s amazing, perfect, and is honestly making you feel practically delirious.
Yet even with the intense feeling, the worry of suffocating your beloved boyfriend is more important. So when you try to lift yourself up a bit to give him some room to breath, you find yourself letting a loud sigh of surprise and pleasure as Billy only goes and pulls you straight back, holding your legs even tighter in his grip to stop you from moving.
“Don’t move again…” Billy murmurs, “Fucking gorgeous…”
You can only sigh in agreement, and can’t help yourself from grinding further on Billy’s eager face, completely disregarding your earlier worries. Your hands clasp desperately where they can, which in your case, is Billy’s shaggy hair that tickles your lower half slightly. Though when you tighten your grip slightly, you can feel Billy groan slightly as he eats you out, seemingly aroused by your tight grip on his body.
You quickly begin whining in approval though. “Fuck Billy so good for me!” Adoring the way he becomes to desperate to hear your praise, and the way his actions seem to quicken to appease you.
His own groans of pleasure may be muffled, but they certainly are enthusiastic, as the vibrations somehow seem to only heighten your pleasure.
You can feel the bed shake slightly, and when you turn your head slightly to look behind you, your mouth falls open on its own accord as you see Billy’s hard cock straining in his underwear. His hips even mimicking small thrusts in order to get some kind of stimulation for himself.
It’s almost endearingly amusing to you to see the small wet patch forming in his underwear from his own arousal. You think he could almost cum alone from eating you out. A thing you soon almost find yourself doing as Billy’s movements get rougher.
“Oh my god I’m gonna cum Billy!” You whine, your grip on Billy’s hair becoming rough as the knot in your stomach tightens, on the brink of bursting, only spilling over when you begin to rut your pussy on his willing mouth like a woman possessed.
It’s so intense, that you find yourself somehow more aroused and yet thankful with Billy’s tight grip on your thighs, that turns almost bruising as he makes sure you don’t almost fall off his face. And when your legs begin to cramp and you move to lay beside your lover and properly look at him, your breath feels like it’s been swept away as you see your juices shining all over his face.
You can feel your face burn red in embarrassment, covering your face with your hands as you try to hide your shyness. “Billy, you’ve got well, me all over your face love…”
You can hear him hum slightly and when you peak through your fingers to see what he does, your legs unconsciously clamp together seeing his tongue trying to pick up as much of you as he can, his fingers too trying to catch any he was unable to get with his tongue.
“You’re gonna kill me someday Billy Washington!” You grin, moving to give him a firm kiss on his damp cheek, and giggling when you see his beautiful bashful smile. The Billy you’re used too, the submissive Billy, coming back to you right before your eyes.
Speaking of your eyes, they once again trail to Billy’s crotch, where his cock still strains against the fabric of his pants with a distinct wet patch still drawing your main attention.
“Do you want me to help you out with that baby?”
“Only if you want to darling.”
Your hand teases the outline of him, your smile smug as he whines into the air. “Of course I want to sweet boy, I’d be crazy not to.”
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hihi! this is my first time requesting so pls ignore if i say something wrong Help… but i was wondering if u could do transmasc!reader x shu where reader is masturbating in his room and shu accidentally catches him? then proceeds to go crazy while praising reader?（╹◡╹）tyvm!! (ps i love ur works!!! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) ))
— SYNOPSIS ; With an inquiry in mind for you, Shu makes his way towards your room. However, his inquiry is long forgotten as he hears you pleasuring yourself in your room. He walks in, offering you help you out.
CW ; NSFW, masturbation, oral sex, fingering, reader recieving, praise
WORD COUNT ; 856
PAIRING ; Shu Itsuki x Transmasc!Reader
A/N ; Thank you!! Shu is such a silly little fella to write…
FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.
Shu walked down the hallway, keeping his head up high as he made his way around. He had a question swirling around his head, a question meant for you specifically. So, he set out to visit you really quickly to have his inquiry answered.
As he made it closer to your door, he noticed that you hadn’t fully closed your door, leaving a little crack for anyone to peek inside your bedroom. Normally, this wouldn’t serve as an issue, but he didn’t like the fact that you could not care less about your privacy to leave your door open like this. That, and he heard… interesting noises coming from your room. If he were an idiot, he’d assume you were nothing but injured. However, he took in the secondary noise accompanying your panting.
Shu peaked into the crack, brows furrowing a little as he tried to find a good angel of your body. And there you were, body out on display. You didn’t have any pants or underwear on, leaving yourself bare from below and only wearing a shirt from above. Your right hand made quick work of yourself, two fingers plunging in and out of you and producing wet sounds. However, your left hand moved over to stimulate your little cock, index finger rubbing it back and forth, hips twitching in your hands as you heightened your pleasure.
His palm pressed into his mouth, face reddening at the sight before him. A simmer of shame slithered through him as he felt his pants tighten at the lewd sounds you made. Shu didn’t mean to walk in on you masturbating, nor did he mean to get turned on by the display you were putting on.
A little thought flew around his head. What if someone else that wasn’t him had caught you in the act instead?
Shu composed himself as he pushed the door open, causing you to let out a gasp as you pulled your hands away from your body, scrambling to grab your blankets to cover your body. He closed the door behind himself, locking the door as you began letting out a constant train of apologies for your indecent behavior. He didn’t pay any mind.
“You cannot relieve yourself with just your fingers, boy. Allow me to help you.” Shu offers with a smile, a patient look on his face with cornflower eyes reminding you of the flowers’ soft and fine petals. Your body relaxed a little, finding his demeanor a little comforting. You nodded your head a little, muttering a low ‘please.’
He understood what you wanted from the get go. Shu walked over to you, climbing onto the bed as he situated himself on top of you. His legs encased one of your legs, his knee only a couple inches away from your crotch.
“Sit back and relax, boy. I’ll show you how much better I can perform compared to your own hands.” A smug grin makes its way onto his face, manner nearly becoming more different from it was just a second ago. Shu’s hand trailed down your inner thigh, fingers settling over your genitals as you pulled a blanket over your torso. His index finger slid up and down between your folds, drawing in the wet substance you produced on your own before he was here. You let out a bodily shudder, temptation to close your eyes and let him do as he pleased with your body sat heavily on you.
“A pretty little cock you have. I could just take you in my mouth, listen to your beautiful moans as I drive you mad with my mouth.” He slipped a finger inside of you before you could respond to his dirty words. You mewled as you reached down, attempting to play with your cock as he fingered you. But he stopped you mid way, grabbing your wrist as he pushed your hand away.
“Be a good boy and let me do all the work. You don’t have to do a thing. Just relishing in the feeling is all I need from you.” Shu lowered himself between your legs, sticking his tongue out of his mouth and swiping up your little cock. You nearly arched your back from such a small action, making your face hotter than before, nearly lighting a fire on your face. His tongue began swirling around your cock before taking you inside his mouth, sucking you as his tongue continued to lap at you.
“Shu! Ah-... y-your mouth feels so good, s-so unbelievably good…” You practically melted as he worked you up better than you could ever do so yourself.
Shu’s grin grew wider, adding in a second finger as his pace slowly picked up. He began lapping at your little cock like a starved dog, drinking in every moan that poured out of you. Your hips twitched and your legs trembled as you reached down, hands grabbing onto his hand and fingers burying themselves in his soft short light pink hair.
“You taste utterly heavenly. I can’t get enough of you.” He breathed, ripping a shiver from you as his ministrations grew more determined.
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for funsies and because the Writing Motivation gripped me, here's a snippet of a modern human au scene. no-context edition. it's unedited and also its 1 am, so if it's a lil wonky take pity on me <3 im just a lil guy <3
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“It’s addressed to one, uh, Wally Darlin' -”
“That’s me.”
“Oh, is it? Great! I was hopin’ I wouldn’t have to return it. Good thing I carried it with me, huh? Y’know, funny thing - your last name kinda reminds me of mine.”
Wally takes the offered letter. “It does?”
“Yessir! It’s not often you meet a Darling, let alone a Dear-”
“Eddie Dear!” Wally says, his eyes widening and his smile growing.
Eddie blinks. He checks his shirt to see if a nametag manifested. There isn’t one. “How’d you know my name? Is - is this a prank? Am I being filmed?”
“Ha, no, silly. I knew you looked familiar. It was bothering me,” Wally says, looking completely unbothered. “We went to high school together.”
“High… school?” Eddie frowns, wracking his brain. “But I don’t… oh. Oh! You’re the funny lil’ fella who hung with the weird kids!”
Eddie slaps a hand over his mouth as soon as the words spill out of his mouth, blanching. He stares at Wally in horror, waiting for the smile to sour. Why did he have to go and open his big, stupid-
“Ha ha ha, ha ha” Wally enunciates, his smile turning into a grin. He points at himself, eyes narrowed with mirth. “That’s me. I’m happy you remembered! I was starting to think you didn’t.”
“I almost didn’t,” Eddie says. He slowly drops his hand, relieved beyond words that Wally didn’t take his words as a slight. They weren’t. “You seemed familiar as well, I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it.”
“Luckily, now we both have. It’s nice to see you again. How have you been?”
“I’ve been… well enough, I suppose.” Eddie carefully swallows the word vomit rising in his throat.
He doesn’t have time to catch up with Wally, as much as he’d like to sit down and chat. Or maybe he wants to hightail it out of here… the mortification is blending so strangely with this awkward reunion and Eddie’s own past issues rekindling. Eddie’s tempted to just sit down and hold his head in his hands until his mind stops spinning.
Wally hums. “Would you like to come back later to tell me more? It’s been a very long time, Eddie.”
“It has, and I’d like that very much, but… I’m not sure. I’ve got a packed schedule, Mr. Darling.”
“Call me Wally,” Wally says immediately. A strange sharpness underlies his tone.
“Wally,” Eddie corrects. “But it was awfully wonderful to see you again.”
“I agree. Maybe I’ll see you again tomorrow?”
Only the endearing uptick to the sentence tips Eddie off to it being a question. He adjusts his hat. “I can’t say for sure. I got a late start today, but my job doesn’t really offer a reliable timetable. It all depends on what I got to deliver, you know?”
“No,” Wally says. “But I can imagine.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I hope we do run into each other again! I’m just real busy.”
Wally nods. “I understand.”
Eddie nods back. They stand in awkward silence for a beat too long, though Wally seems perfectly comfortable with the quiet. And the prolonged eye-contact.
“Well.” Eddie clears his throat and takes a step back, preparing to say goodbye.
Naturally, his foot misses the step and he falls backwards. Wally’s eyes widen and he lunges forward, but Eddie twists and manages to turn the fall into a jarring stumble. He staggers halfway down the path before losing momentum.
“Hoo, that was a close one!” Eddie readjusts his hat and huffs, putting his hands on his hips. “That would’ve been a nasty fall, let me tell ya.”
“Please watch where you’re going,” Wally says, standing halfway down the steps. His cat is still where it was told to sit. The brief glimpse of surprise Eddie caught has been replaced by that sleepy, neutral expression. Eddie wonders if he even saw it.
“Don’t worry, I’m pretty talented at survivin’ tough tumbles,” Eddie laughs. “I’ll get to my truck in one piece - it was nice seein’ you again, Mr. Darli- Wally.”
Wally holds up his letter. “We’ll see you around.”
He says it like a promise. Or a threat?
Eddie smiles and tips his hat before leaving, struggling to keep his pace casual. He nearly throws himself into the truck and slumps into his seat with no small amount of relief. He grips the steering wheel and rests his forehead against it.
#and i have a headache now so im gonna go sleep!#i have to get up early... ough....#anyway thinking so hard about the human au tonight#the layers!!! The Layers!!!!#ough headache getting worse No Rambles Tonight folks bye#i. dont know how to tag this#chucking that tiny problem at future me. you can deal with tagging#edit: future me here! fuck you! i had to look through my archive for this!#wh modern human au#snippets from the bog
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Greetings fellas 🐏 so I was looking for some Replaced!au but I think I just read all of them? Sadly I can't write that level of Angst but I decided to do my own silly version.
It's not really a replaced!au tho, or is it? Nvm. It's meant to have more parts but then again, who knows?
It contains:
Gn!Mc
¿Cómo traduzco "majaderías"? JAJSJAJ
Bad words? A rude Mc? Swearing words?
Ambiguous relationships.
Aaah, Angst.
Violence against fingers.
Grammar mistakes. ♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱
Get out of my way 🌈
“No one it's perfect.” You declared, looking at the wonderful black-haired woman with a stunning smile and beautiful gray eyes. “She's gorgeous!!” The Little D. murmured, a tiny demon of wrath dressed in neon green.
“Appearance is not everything.” you replied, slightly lifting your chin. “Some people are nice to look at and ugly to be around, bet you didn’t know that uh?” Just then, the woman helped a cat out of a tree even though she gained an ugly scratch in return. “That doesn't prove anything.” you said quickly, the laughter of another Little D. with orange eyes got on your nerves. “Shut up!” you said gritting your teeth. “I'm hungry, Mc!!” Shouted a little demon of gluttony, crying loudly and tapping the table you were at.
You were sitting at a lonely and abandoned table, surrounded only by annoying Little D’s. “Yeah, me too.” you started thinking about Hell’s Burgers, Backstabbing Sandwich, Broiled Deathfish, Hell’s Burgers again. “Mc! Ugh! You're drooling!” It was turn of the Little D. of lust complaints. “Shut up!! Mc can do whatever they want! Mc! Mc! Gimme a Grimm, pleeeasee!” “You're a scumbag like everyone of your kind!” “Quiet all of you!”
You inhaled deeply before letting out a tired sigh. “How did I end up like this? Where did everything go wrong?!”
Right, the new exchange student.
It was the beginning of a new year when she arrived, Diavolo couldn’t be blamed for continuing with his plans. You couldn't be the new exchange student forever and, in fact, you were actually pretty old news, weren't you? Optimisticly now you were part of RAD, part of the Devildom even.
When you think about it, it's really funny. You were in the council room. You were standing on the opposite side of the place designed for the new exchange student summoning, and it brought back memories of your own arrival. “This time everything will be different, she won't be afraid like I was! I'll be here!” you thought. You had been so excited to show her around! You could even recall how you made a promise to yourself, “I won't let the brothers be mean to her.” you rolled your eyes with annoyance. “Silly you!”
You had helped with the decision when Lucifer chose her, so you already knew she was beautiful, but oh dear god, if you hadn't known better, you would have thought she was an angel. As hard evidence, Asmo was all over her in a matter of seconds, you had felt his lust blossoming through your pact. You could also remember how you had felt a hint of jealousy.
At first, Lucifer had asked Beelzebub to take the guardian role but then and much to your surprise, Mammon complained since, in his own words “I have way more experience in that!” Mammon, the one who had always complained about being your babysitter. That had definately hurt you, but it was logical, you have changed the way they look at humans and now they have the chance to prove it.
The first week was a whole battle against yourself, you felt like a 5 year old getting angry because there is another baby around. “Of course they would be more attentive to her! She's new here!” But then again, you had felt like a stranger ever since she arrived.
The subtle way Mammon would blush when he spoke to her, getting closer and closer. That picture of Levi kissing her hands that you can’t get ride of (after all, she help him win against the final boss). That adorable way Beelzebub’s eyes would shine when she was in charge of breakfast and, God only knows just how many photos of her Asmodeus has taken, apparently never enough. The lights in Satan’s room are always on, and without fail you can find books, cats and her. Does she have a name or can you call her “Belphie’s favorite pillow”? most of the time, she would nap with him. The sting in your chest when you saw her dancing with Lucifer, at least he won’t try to break her hand too.
“What an ugly feeling is this.” Your voice was barely audible.
“But it was kind of normal back then, right? I was jealous because normally they would give me their full attention.” you began to hum and, looking at the Little D. of envy, you asked. “When did you arrive?” The tiny demon struck your pose and, similar to Solomon, brought his small hand to his chin. “I think it was when the brothers chose her over you!” The color of your eyes immediately turned to a terrifying neon green and the right eye began to twitch. The Little D. hid behind the others small demons, reeking of fear. “They did NOT chose HER over ME.” “They did.” “No.” “Yes.” “No!!” “Yes!!!” “They just picked the movie she wanted!! It's not the same!!”
How could something so utterly simple and ridiculous be the start of this mess?
It had been raining all day when Levi proclaimed that it was a perfect opportunity to watch a movie. You went to your room, ready to bring some pillows and blankets. You even took a few more for everyone, but when you got to the room, everybody was already in their seats watching the movie. The one she had chosen, they didn't even wait for you. You sat alone in silence, trying to no avail to look at the movie, but the feeling of comfort never reached you.
Before the movie ended you had already left the room, walking slowly towards your own. As you made your way to your chamber, you wondered if they had noticed how you left.
There was an aching sensation in your chest, the same feeling you would have when you feel left out rather than replaced. You heard SC laugh and she sounded happy, relaxed. You were glad that she was having such a great time, but it's so not fair!
You stopped at once. What did you just say? “It's so not fair!” you turned around following the shrill voice. There, behind a vase, was something that looked like black cotton candy. “Who are you?!” you walked closer to the little thing and, the closer you got the more you could see. A pair of playful eyes looked at you, a big smile on his face and a very cute hat. Leviathan's colors! It was a mini Little D. of envy! “Oooww! How cute!!” you cupped his form in your hands, he was an exact replica of a Little D., no bigger than your hands.
“Why are you here, little one?” “I'll eat your soul!” you took him with one hand and started to pet him with the other, you replied to his threats with an overly sweet voice, the type that one would use with a dog. “Sure you will, of course you will! Who will eat my soul! Who will? You!” It happened so fast that for a moment you stood still, watching the blood sliding through your hand. “AH, WHa-OUCH!!” The Little D. bit your finger and didn’t let go, roughly sinking his fangs. “Ouch!! Ouch!! Let me go, you little son of a bitch!!”
You tried to force your finger free but the Little D.'s fangs wouldn’t budge and so, the skin started to rip off, more and more blood coming out of your finger. “LET ME GO NOW!!”
The little demon’s eyes filled with fear, disappearing from your sight as soon as he had appeared. Your breathing was erratic and you could barely contain the shaking of your hands, there was blood everywhere. You bit your lips, the pain in your hand was unbearable.
“Fuck” you took your injured hand with the healthy and trembling one, examining the wound. Horrible mistake, it was a miracle that you hadn't drop dead right there. “Is that my fucking bone?”
“Humans are so fragile...” there was that piece of shit again, you were going to kill him. “Come here, I won't hurt you.” The feral look in your eyes must had given you away because the small demon took a step back instead. “You want to hit me.” “Nah.” You tried to reach him but he disappeared.
You breathed through your teeth, walking towards your room at a slow pace, as if your feet were the wounded ones. You spent the whole night casting spells for your finger, slowly and quietly. You didn’t know the ruckus you caused outside the next morning, when the brothers woke up only to find big bloodstains, your blood. They immediately went to your room, all seven of them had burst into the room. You were sleeping soundly with your body intact, except maybe for the way you were holding on your hand for dear life. Except perhaps for the tears stains on your face.
Part 2. ಠ‿ಠ
As always, thanks for reading! (ಠ_ಠ)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
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Communication is the key
Fella’s Fellow’s and Fellu’s, i fear that generally jealousy is kinda bad so this is in fact how to get over it
Pairing: Poly!Solangelo x reader, Nico di Angelo x reader x Will Solace
Request: more poly nico x will x reader pls??? something with jealousy?? // Can I request a poly!solangelo x reader, where the reader is a mortal and they are super protective of them? Thank you so much, your writing is amazing!!
Word count: 3.2k (oops)
Warnings: jealousy, hurt/comfort
-Asnyox
A sigh escaped your lips when you noticed that your wristwatch was probably broken. You guessed it was the battery, however it had been holding up so well after Nico helped you fix it last time it stopped working. Hence, why you were looking for your boyfriend to help you. Admittedly, you were also looking for both of them as you hadn’t seen them properly in about a week and you missed them. You spotted your significant others holding hands and seemingly in their own world, as your heart clenched with longing to be between them again. As you looked at the wristwatch in your hands, you noticed they had been shaking and you took a deep breath - hoping to not have an emotional breakdown from yearning for some affection.
You approached your lovers slowly, and as you got there they barely seemed to pay you any mind.
“Hey!” you smiled, and after a second both your boyfriends looked at you, smiling back.
“Hey! What’s up?” Will asked and you noticed your eyes drifting down towards their hands. Priorities, (Y/n), hand holding is fun but you are on a mission.
“Eh, could you guys maybe help me for a second? I think my wristwatch is broken and-” Will sucked some air through his teeth, you already felt the let down coming.
“Sorry, Nico and I were just going to go to the lake.” Nico nodded along, but he noticed your dejected face.
“You can join us though, if you want?” he shrugged, “I can help you fix it tomorrow?” for some reason you suddenly felt tired, as the disappointment took place in your mind. Your brain was still on the mission of fixing the wristwatch- and although you badly wanted to spend time with your boyfriends you shook your head.
“Uh, I will just ask Leo or something for help,” you tried to genuinely smile, but you felt it was forced for yourself, “Have fun at the lake!” you turned around, heading towards the Hephaestus cabin.
As you left, your boyfriends watched your disappearing form.
“Do you think they’re alright? They looked pretty sad.” Will asked, squeezing his boyfriend's hand. Nico quickly glanced at Will.
“They did really like that wristwatch, even if it keeps breaking,” Nico’s eyes fell to the ground for a second, “might be why they’re sad?” he offered and Will nodded, both unaware of your inner turmoil.
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You had found Leo, after asking his siblings, in Bunker Nine. You could’ve asked any Hephaestus kid for help, but you wanted to talk to a friend right about now, still feeling dejected by the rejection of your boyfriends. Leo had shot you one look after you asked to fix your wristwatch, after which he took it from your hands, put it down beside him, and looked back into your eyes.
“Now tell me what else is wrong?” Leo rarely got serious, but he had sensed you were sad and this was his top priority now. You shook your head and looked away, unable to lie to your friend while looking him in the eye.
“Nothing, Leo.” Leo tilted his head as he cupped your cheek to make you look him in the eye.
“Try again, (Y/n).” You couldn’t deny him as you looked in his eyes and your body sagged.
“I miss my boyfriends,” you felt the emotions flow in as you voiced your thoughts, “I miss them, and I asked them for help because I just want to spend some time with them but every time in the past week I have just been denied- or too busy or they were busy and-” You took a deep breath, trying to suppress your tears, “and it makes me think that maybe I should try something else. I know they love me, but if they don’t have time for me or- or don’t need me as I need them?” You focused your gaze back onto Leo, who seemed to be thinking, “I’m sorry,” you whispered, unmoving. Leo quickly shook his head.
“Don’t be sorry, these are all valid feelings, and honestly,” Leo let go of your face as he sat up, “I think your boyfriends should get a taste of their own medicine.” Leo saw the doubt in your eyes and smiled at you reassuringly, “Let me take care of you, this once, okay (Y/n)?”
And thus Leo’s plan was born- he had decided that instead of letting you focus on your lovers, Leo would distract you every minute of the day until you felt better and no longer needed to depend on your boyfriends for affection. This did not go unnoticed by said boyfriends- because it included Leo whipping you away every time you started a conversation with them. This part of the plan Leo hadn’t told you, but he wanted to make your boyfriends pay for getting you this upset. Your boyfriends however did not like this new development, but as the week progressed there was little they could do except rant towards one another. They decided though, that at the coming movie night at the Big House they would steal you away, and not let go of you for a week.
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You were excited for the movie night. In the past week Leo had made sure that you were distracted and cheered up after missing your boyfriends for so long. He also taught you how to fix your wristwatch, and you were happy it was working again. You had just sat down in your circle of friends, as Leo immediately climbed on top of you.
“Leo, what the actual fuck,” you asked your friend nicely as he shrugged and leaned against you, forcing you to put your full weight against the cushions behind you.
“I was just feeling like cuddles.” he stated and he shifted his weight, getting comfortable on your lap, “and you own me, for yesterday.”
You sighed as you put your arms around his waist, making yourself more comfortable holding him.
“And the payment has to be now?” you asked the Latino sitting on your lap.
“No, but it’s also payback to your boyfriends.” you could hear the smile in his voice, “because you were not happy that they left you to fix your wristwatch by yourself.”
“Am I not the one who should make them pay though?” you asked and Leo laughed.
“Oh you are making them pay.”
As you continued the conversation you were holding with Leo, him leaning more and more into you as you talked, you didn’t really notice your boyfriends walking in. They had wanted to spend some time close to you, for real this time, and as their gazes fell on your position - or rather, Leo’s position on top of you, they quickly glanced at each other. “Are you seeing this?” Will exclaimed not so loudly at Nico, as Nico tightened his grip on Will’s hand. Nico was not used to this feeling- but he felt a gnarly anger inside him, and as Will saw Nico’s angry expression he panicked. Will quickly grabbed his lover’s face and pressed a kiss on his lips, leaving Nico bewildered and angry, but at least no longer in danger of summoning skeletons.
“Nico, my sunshine,” Will looked at his boyfriend's lips, and then at his eyes, “I need you to calm down a little.” Nico took a deep breath, but his heart wouldn’t stop beating and as your laughter mixed with Leo’s rang through the room he felt an angry chill go up his spine. What was Leo doing on your lap? Why can’t Nico remember your smile now? Why, why, why-
“Nico!” Will loudly scolded him, which silenced the room. You slightly pushed Leo out of the way to see your boyfriends, but as you did so you felt a restraint on your ankles, and as you looked at them you saw skeletal hands wrapped around them. You gasped as you loosened yourself, quickly removing Leo from your lap and standing up. As you came closer Nico looked at you, scared, as he turned away and walked out. You reached Will before he could follow and tried to grab his hand, only for him to move it away and glare at you.
“What happened?” you asked, seeking for an answer in your lover’s eyes. But they only held anger as you shrunk under his gaze.
“Don’t bother.” Will snarled, as he felt angry at himself for letting Nico get like this - angry at you for being the cause of this. You stepped back at the heat of his glare, before trying to step past him, but Will stopped you.
“I just want to help-” you try to move, but Will pushes you back, making you stumble.
“You have done enough, (Y/n). I don’t think Nico needs you right now.” Will turns around and walks away as you feel your heart shatter. Feeling the tension in the room behind you, you slightly turn to face them, looking to the ground.
“I, uh-” you feel yourself choke a little as your heart beats harder, “I’m just going to bed, sorry.”
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Will sighed as he woke up, his sleepy bless almost immediately interrupted by the reminder of last night. He pressed a kiss on the top of Nico’s head, as he stroked his boyfriend's hair. He felt a gnawing feeling when he thought back at the night before, seeing your downstruck face in front of him before he walked away. He had just been so angry at everything- but he hated that he left it at that. Unconsciously he tightened his grip on his boyfriend, awakening the son of Hades.
“Will…?” he heard his boyfriend mumble softly, and as he let go he was faced with a sleepy face.
“Hey sunshine, how are you feeling?” Will asked, softly smiling as he stroked Nico’s hair. Nico grunted in response, nuzzling his face into Will’s shoulder.
“Where’s (Y/n)?” Nico whispered as he pressed his face further into Will, “Didn’t they follow us?” Will stilled his movements as he closed his eyes.
“I,” he hesitated, but he knew that he had to face the music today anyways, “I told them to leave us alone,” Will pressed himself closer to Nico, a feeling of guilt settling in his stomach.
“Angry too, huh.” Nico sighed, feeling his heart clench at the thought of you being gone, “We should talk it out.” he whispered and he felt Will nod.
They arrived at the dining pavilion holding hands, and as they looked around for you, Leo approached them. The latino was nervous, but he knew that he had to clarify - or make things right for your sake. Sure, Leo was aware that he had been pushing your boyfriends to try to get them to spend more time with you, but this backfired harshly and he felt guilty about being the reason for tension in your relationship.
Nico turned and glared at him, and Leo rather wanted to run than to move forward, but he took a deep breath as he stepped closer.
“What do you want, Valdez?” Nico had to remind himself to breathe, and that he was there to make it up to you not to kill Leo for being too close with you.
“I want to,” Leo gulped, “... apologize for yesterday.” he paused and his shoulders sagged, “and the past week? I think… I can explain.” Will notioned for him to go on, still hoping to catch a glimpse of you in the pavilion.
“Okay so, it started when you guys wouldn’t help (Y/n) fix their wristwatch.” after Leo saw recognition pass over their faces he continued, “they mentioned feeling a bit left out? and upset because they hadn’t gotten proper time with either of you in a bit and I, uh,” Leo wringed his hands as he looked downwards, “I took it upon myself to try to cheer them up,” he looked up again, carefully meeting the gazes of your boyfriends, “and to try to keep them from you so you wouldn’t take their time for granted so much?” He quickly finished his sentence. As he was met with silence, Leo felt that he needed to explain more, a nervous stutter in his chest as he scrambled for words.
“It’s just- you guys can be angry, okay, however your anger should be towards me not (Y/n), because they had nothing to do with this. However, you also need to realize that you have not been great boyfriends towards them- because I don’t know what you did but they were positively upset about it. And as (Y/n)’s friend it is my responsibility to make sure they get treated right. I was not letting you guys go on without getting paid back while I was cheering (Y/n) up.” Leo looked at both Nico and Will as they exchanged a glance.
Will sighed, “We have fucked up- but we want to talk it out with (Y/n),” Will looked around the dining pavilion once more, “Do you have any clue where they are?” he hopefully looked at Leo, who seemed to be searching for something on their faces.
“Are you still angry?” Leo carefully asked and both Nico and Will shook their heads, “Alright, come with me, I guess.”
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When Leo woke you up this morning in bunker nine, he only had to look you in the eyes to know that you would not get breakfast right now. He could see the traces of last night’s tears, and as he made up his mind to fix this, you just turned to face the wall again. This was great, you only wanted to spend time with your boyfriends and now they will probably break up with you, just great. You felt tears swell up again as you thought about how to never see them at camp again after you were over.
You had not been aware of how much time had passed, nor did you really care. Leo was probably back from breakfast, and the worst case scenario you could come up with was him trying to feed you something now. You were sure with all the sorrow in your chest, you would not be able to swallow a singular bite.
“(Y/n)?” as you heard Nico’s voice you realized that there was an even worse scenario than Leo forcing you to have breakfast. Your eyes widened, as you curled more into yourself. Why were they here? You weren’t ready for this to end yet, “Leo let us in, could you please look at us?” Nico whispered and as much as you did not want to face them, you could not deny your boyfriend his request. As you sat up your body ached from laying on a couch for the whole night.
Nico’s eyes widened when you turned around, as he saw how badly you were doing. He wouldn’t be surprised if you had not slept at all last night. He quietly moved to sit next to you, carefully grabbing your hand. You didn’t move away from his grip, but you refused to look up from the floor. Will mirrored Nico’s movements on the other side of you.
“Where’s Leo?” your voice came out more softly than you had wanted it to, but you didn’t have the energy to care.
“He has gone back to have breakfast, to give us some time alone,” Will said as he squeezed your hand, “We need to talk, I think.” you felt your throat close at those words, but you still nodded. Silence engulfed the three of you, either person afraid to break the fragile calmness that was surrounding you.
“Yesterday,” Nico’s voice cut through the silence, “I was jealous of you being so close with Leo.” The statement sounded cold, but you noticed the care Nico took choosing every word, “It was not only from yesterday though, I hadn’t seen you for too long and-” his breath shuddered, as he looked at you. You only looked forward, unwilling to look at either of your lovers, “and I missed you, I thought of losing you and I am sorry for losing my cool.” his eyes searched the profile of your face, finding nothing but the remnants of pain from yesterday.
You took a deep breath, and slowly opened your mouth, feeling as if you had not had a drink in days.
“I had not seen you two for weeks properly and I missed you two a lot, and then-” old emotions bubbled up as you hiccupped, “I asked for help because I needed to spend time with you but you two are always together and sometimes it just feels like you don’t even miss me when I am not around and-” you removed your hands from theirs as you curled into yourself, “and if you guys don’t-” you didn’t want to say it, you didn’t “if you guys don’t, just tell me- I-” a hiccup disrupted your sentence as you felt a pair of hands on your back, and you were engulfed in a hug from both sides. Will slowly moved to press your head towards his chest.
“We do miss you- a lot, but when we’re together we always talk about having you there, so we don’t notice it,” Will whispered, “because when we are together, we imagine you with us and-” Will closed his eyes, “I am sorry, so sorry about yesterday- about pushing you- Nico was hurting and it got me angry, but not at you I promise.” he pressed a kiss on your head, as Nico laid his head on your shoulder, “I promise that I love you and I cannot see the world without you there, with us. I will never hurt you again, I will try at least. Can you forgive me?” Your breath shook as you smiled a little through your tears and nodded carefully.
As you slowly broke the hug, you noticed that both of your lovers had also been crying.
“We’re a mess, huh,” you whispered and Will laughed silently. Nico just cupped your face, and pressed a kiss on your forehead, after which he pressed a kiss on Will’s hand.
“We really should communicate more,” Will said, as he rubbed his thumb over Nico’s hand, “A relationship with two people is already hard enough, but we are with three so,” you licked your lips as you nodded in agreement. You held up your hand, with its pinkie out.
“Let’s promise that from now on- instead of bottling things up we will try to communicate?” Nico smiled as he interlocked his pinkie with yours. Will joined in and as you shook pinkies a pact was born.
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Did you ever hear about that digital presentation/lecture one of the Red Hook fellas gave on how they put together the game visually and inspirationally? (Fun Fact: Jester turned out the way he did because Bourassa hates the DnD Bard stereotype, lol)
I'm mentioning this in particular because he went over Leper as an example in terms of symbolism incorporated into his design
(which, side tangent to that: Leper's blocky and metallic aesthetic was inspired by Iron Man! the more you know, lol)
This was put out onto YouTube before Red Hook made it fully clear DD2 was gonna be a thing, which made it all the more notable when people later realized that one of the pictures used on that slide was of Leper's DD2 character design. So, everything he was talking about here was likely with Leper's canon DD2 backstory in mind. This is important because:
One of the points Bourassa mentioned was the fact that Leper has a "broken sword for a broken man".
That by itself is already brutally sad, but rest assured! It gets worse if you think about it long enough. After all, do you remember when that happened in his backstory? If not, lemme stop being coy for a moment to help you in drawing some conclusions:
The Leper's sword broke in killing off his advisors.
It wasn't the diagnosis that got to him. Neither was it leaving his kingdom behind. It was in breaking the oath he made to himself that he would protect everyone in his kingdom. Because, treacherous or not, his advisors were still part of his kingdom. It was only a small handful of people, sure. And yes, it's true that they couldn't be trusted to take actions in good faith once he was gone. And it likely was the right thing to do, at the end of the day.
But justifications don't erase the stark truth that he murdered his own subjects in cold blood.
And THAT shattered him (and his sword) more than a simple diagnosis or self-exile ever could.
Because, the thing is: someone can believe that their actions were objectively the best possible option and justifiable, while considering those same actions subjectively horrifying and unforgivable. After all, murder is still murder no matter the motivation, and some folks deeply take that to heart.
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Of course, this is only true if I remembered that presentation correctly, as I haven't tried to look it up to verify it, lol. You got any thoughts on it, yourself? Assuming you hadn't already realized that on some level, of course - for all I know, you could have drawn this conclusion a long time ago and never brought it up because you thought it was obvious! xD
Or, on the other side of it, there's no reason you should feel the need to change how you characterize our fave Leper buddy, y'know? Though, imo, it's not particularly contradictory to how we normally characterize him. This is just another angle you could look at him from if you wanted to in your writing, shippy or otherwise!
(Though speaking of shipping: this creates another interesting level to think about Leper's dynamic with Jester, no?)
(Maybe Jester needs to get his king to forgive himself by comparing their past actions. If Baldwin finds nothing wrong with what Sarmenti did, which was spurred on by a much more selfish - if entirely sympathetic - motivation, why should Baldwin go about putting his own actions on a pedestal of guilt? Unless he's implying that he's supposed to be morally better than Jester, which I'm p sure both of them would hate to draw as a conclusion.)
(Or maybe Leper sees it as another way they can understand each other that others may not grasp. That while they may be stained by their past actions, it doesn't make the two of them inherently unlovable or deserving of suffering. It's a burden they can help each other bear due to their own personal experience with it.)
(Or maybe Jester is tired of all this masturbatory self-flagellating fuckery and would much rather he and Leper get down to something a bit more literal in its sexual nature. Wouldn't put it past the Silly fella)
thank you much for providing that link to the video! which i will in turn provide in full, because it is a very fun and thought-provoking talk overall, not just the Leper stuff!!
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(and, as someone who's played lots of bards, ☹ [but i will point out i've never played one of those horny bards at least])
i do very much agree that retaliating and killing his traitorous advisors was a huge turning point for Leper, and a source of at least some degree of internal conflict for him.
was it a moment of freedom and liberation, finally justified in doing something about those poison-tongued sycophants?
was it a moment of horror and regret, killing treasonous-but-still-subjects of his?
was it a moment of resignation and cold calculation, defending himself against attackers seeking to kill him?
was it a moment of inevitability and hollowness, knowing something of this magnitude was bound to happen after his diagnosis?
some bits of all four? fluctuating day-by-day, nightmare-by-nightmare?
as Bourassa said, a broken sword for a broken man. no matter the literal golden facade he puts up, Leper is still a broken man looking for something as he battles the horrors of the Hamlet/the world. at least this is an unexpected connection he shares with Jester, right?
i will admit it's not something i've commented much on in my fics, as Jester's trauma is just so much more, but i certainly have thoughts!
way back in my first DD fic, Dreams, Jester notes that royal blood on their hands is something they share, and Leper smiles as he says “Hence the beauty I see in your bloody finale. Such cruelty and abuse should be responded to in kind."
in Bow, something about the assassination attempt seems to have severely fucked up the Veiled Emperor's sense of trust.
believe me friend, when it is finally revealed, i am going to have so much fun 😊
these are some wonderful(ly painful) thoughts you've shared, and again thank you for putting this talk on my radar!!
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okay all, here’s the last TSP fic I will be doing for now. it’s a really tidy closing point, and I have a couple other writing projects to work on. one’s really short, but the other is a monster I keep taking breaks from.
THIS IS NOT THE END OF TSP, I definitely have more ideas for these fellas, but right now it’s just a good place to pause on the fic front.
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anyway, here ya’ll go.
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co-op mode.
Stanley is in high spirits today!
There is no particular reason for this, or perhaps it’s a multitude of things. A while back, he had convinced the narrator to occasionally swap the lounge out with that stocked employee break room, and it’s on one of his most recent runs that he’s had the luck of it spawning. Well fed and hydrated, he’d had a power nap in the boss’s office, then done the press conference ending for the hell of it. Both he and the narrator get a good chuckle out of it, he’s found, and have ever since that first run where the fellow had really strung him along for a few minutes.
So yeah, he’s feeling in excellent form today! He’s even feeling up for a speed run, or maybe a run at the 430 door achievement. Oh, sure, he got those achievements years ago, but they still put a pep in his step, and invigorate both of them.
The narrator seems in good spirits as well, if a bit on the quiet side. He usually gets like this when he’s trying to work on something alongside the narration, or if he’s examining the files after a recent bug (once, during the insanity ending, Stanley found the next room in the loop didn’t spawn, door only leading to blackness, and he fell through the floor to the fellow’s panic; the narrator had spent a good 20 minutes trying to understand what went wrong, before Stanley had play tested it and discovered the prior door hadn’t yet closed, resulting in the next room not loading in until he’d forced the door shut).
But he stays on his narration, if only using some of the varied, shorter lines, and he still seems delighted to go along with Stanley’s detours. Perhaps the good energy is just contagious.
Stanley spins in his chair at the beginning of this new loop. He’s definitely thinking speed run, yeah.
“Stanley? Can I call for a pause before you get started?”
Stanley blinks, looks up at the tiles of the ceiling, and grins, his hands behind his head. What can he do for the fellow this fine day?
“Well, aren’t you just in the loveliest of moods.” It’s only a little mocking, but still pleased. “Well, I—I have a surprise for you, but I do think I need a few minutes to get it all set up. What do you say to running the story proper, only on your own, for a round? And then,” and here he sounds full of nervous anticipation, “next turn, you head to the Stanley Parable 2 exhibit show?”
Sure thing, bud. Should Stanley take his time with the run?
“Mm, no, I think I can have this all sorted by the time you’ve finished that speed run you’re so eager for. The wonders of loading screens, you know.”
That he does. It’ll be a bit weird to do it without the voice, but he knows those lines by heart. He can manage a run.
Hang on—surprise? Wait, did the fellow—
“Ah-ah! No spoilers!”
Oh he totally did. Stanley snickers and gets to his feet.
[ Race you. ]
“Brat,” the narrator says fondly. “Shall I count down, or—oh, you little cheat!” Because Stanley has already run out his office and through the first room full of cubicles, laughing. His friend’s own surprised laughter follows him to the room with the doors.
Stanley zips through the halls and up the stairs with a newfound eagerness. He’s got motivation, and enthusiasm, and he crosses the length of the boss’s office with a hum. The narrator has not opened the secret passageway for him, but since there’s no narration, Stanley is able to punch in the code without pause. Mm, those beeps always sound so pleasing.
An elevator ride down, a jog through the open doors under the large emboldened letters, and then down the catwalk to the button that turns on the lights. One metal fence, two, and then another elevator. Stanley drums out a beat on his thigh as it ascends, bouncing in place.
A room filled with beautiful, colorful buttons—oh, the hours he’s spent in this room, just to see if any of them affect any of the monitors, any of the digital battery symbols. (The narrator has joked about one day coding in a secret puzzle, too complex to solve within the time-frame at all, which would reset at a single error. It’s mean. Stanley hopes he’ll do it.)
He mustn’t get distracted—he’s almost finished with the run, and then he gets to finally see—
He hits the OFF switch hard enough that it stings his palm. Come on, come on, open faster!
And then Stanley is bolting down the catwalk to the grass. An artificial breeze ruffles his hair. He grins like a loon. The sky looks a little brighter than usual, but maybe that’s just him. He’s just so damn happy.
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Stanley inhales deeply, letting his chest full up to the brim. That felt ridiculously good. The intense elation has passed, but there’s still a small ribbon of satisfaction tied neatly around his heart. Damn.
He can feel his heart thudding in his chest, but this time he knows it’s out of anticipation. He’s nervous, it’s hard not to be, but Stanley feels more excited than anything.
He stands, stretches his spine, and rolls up his sleeves. And then Stanley leaves his office.
There’s no voice to greet him, which he expected, but it’s still always a little eerie. He makes his way through the office, past the cubicles and the bucket, and there, where door 416 used to be, is the New Content door.
Still no chatter, as he rides the track and then the elevator. Nothing when he enters the modern entrance room, or weaves through the halls, or walks past the signs. Not even anything on the stairs or the red carpet.
Stanley’s work shoes click on the tile of the show room. Now that he’s here he finds that he’s slowing down, heart rate ramping up and thudding loud in his ears. He’s… anxious. Why is he anxious?
What if he misinterpreted the surprise? What if it’s something else entirely, and he has to work to not seem disappointed? What if he did accidentally have some predisposed mental image that doesn’t match—
Stanley passes under the archway beneath the stairs, and stops in his tracks.
Looking up at the large Collectible statue is a stranger. It smiles up at the Stanlurine, examining it closely, hands clasped behind their back as they rock on their heels. The gentleman is comfortably dressed, knitted green jumper over a faded yellow collared shirt, simple black slacks absolutely covered in creases, and loafers that look well loved.
The individual glances in Stanley’s direction. For a moment, their eyes go round behind the large frames of their spectacles—and then the fellow smiles, like he’s truly so genuinely happy to see Stanley that he can’t help how the grin breaks across his face.
He hasn’t said a word, but Stanley knows him. Stanley knows his best friend.
The narrator waits, smile still lighting up his face, as Stanley finally approaches. Stanley is… slow to move. Almost hesitant. He takes so long, just staring wordlessly and thoughtlessly, that the smile starts to become a bit strained. The narrator’s eyes flick from his face, away, and then back.
Stanley stops in front of him, and the fellow swallows. The smile finally slips off, giving way to uncertainty. Stanley can tell his hands are fidgeting behind his back.
The narrator opens his mouth, a croak of a syllable slipping out in the same moment Stanley lifts his hands to sign.
“I—“
[ Can I touch? ]
The narrator’s mouth snaps shut. He stares at Stanley like a deer caught in headlights, and then nods.
Stanley’s hands seem to have a mind of their own. They place themselves first on the shoulders (wider than Stanley’s, solid, the jumper texture so soft he would think it’s knitted by hand) then the upper arms (firm), and then one of his hands finds its way to the fellow’s cheek.
The face that is looking up at him is older than his, lined with creases. Thick eyebrows, springy hair in varying shades of gray. The kind of hair that could be styled quite nicely, but is prone to being tugged at and made a mess of when one is in a panic.
The hand not on a cheek cups an ear. These ears are large, indicative of a good listener. It traces a pert nose, turned up at the end, perfect for sneering down the length of with great pretension. His thumb follows the Cupid’s bow, covered by a thick mustache that merges into a full beard which hides the swell of a second chin.
His eyes, bright and full of life, are hazel—they live somewhere between light green and gold, almost like the hazel of cat eyes. Stanley imagines the color would look different under different lighting.
He looks exactly like the sort of person who would have the voice that he does. Someone who wants to seem wise and full of important things to say, but can be lazy and proud and prone to overthinking.
He cups his narrator’s face.
It suits him.
The smile returns, if a little more shy this go around. Those cheeks flush pink, just a little, and Stanley feels the muscles under his hands move and heat. The narrator wiggles in place happily, looking ever so pleased with himself.
God, his wiggles. Stanley’s not gonna get over this for a long, long time.
Stanley finally releases his face and can’t resist the temptation to loosely sink the fingers of one hand into that mess of curls. It’s just a little bit coarse, individual strands springing between his knuckles.
Yeah. Yeah, he likes this model a lot.
That smile has taken on a smug sheen. “Truly my best creation to date, wouldn’t you say? I’d go so far as to call it a masterpiece.”
Stanley takes his hands back. Nope. Not entertaining this fellow’s ego, no matter how much Stanley likes him and likes this thing he's made.
“Oh, don’t be so contrarian,” the narrator tuts, still looking far too satisfied. “Please, do go on about how appealing and pleasant you find my features. I’m looking for real feedback here.”
No, he is fishing for compliments.
He pouts, lower lip jutting forward. Stanley looks away quickly. “Well then,” the gentleman sniffs, turning his nose up (oh god he was right, it’s perfect for that, dammit), “I suppose I’ll just have to put it away then, if it’s not all that impressive—“
He’s nearly knocked over by how his protagonist loops arms around his waist and lifts him, spinning them in the air.
“H-hey! S-Stanley, ah!”
Stanley is grinning again, really grinning so much it nearly hurts.
Look, this is what he wanted, isn’t it? His model being beheld and appreciated? Stanley needs to know about the whole thing!
“Down, down, put me down! We’re going to fall, you—you stupid—stupid!!”
The narrator is a good solid weight, and although Stanley is taller by a good few inches, he’s not exactly made of muscle, so even while arms loop around his neck for support he’s putting his friend back down, soles on the pristine floors.
Winded, his narrator glares at him. He’s—oh, he’s quite close. Their noses are nearly touching. His arms don’t dislodge from where they are on Stanley’s shoulders and Stanley’s arms don’t unwind from his firm, soft middle.
Stanley blinks. Feels how his cheeks heat.
The glare shifts into that smug smile again.
“Flatterer.”
He didn’t—!
“It’s all over your face, Stanley. You’re an open book to me,” comes the condescending tease.
Alright, you know what, two can play at this game. Stanley remembers what the narrator said last time he had a body. Just how long did he spend trying to find, what was it? “Lips worthy of kissing him”?
And there goes the smile. Those eyes (gosh, Stanley can see so much variation in the colors, this close) flick away like a nervous rabbit, before he closes them and sneers irritably. “I’m not going to dignify that with a response,” he sniffs.
Wow. That long, huh.
The eyes fly open again, outraged. “I said—!”
Stanley laughs, and then he presses his forehead to the fellow’s. He feels just so utterly content in this moment.
His friend is here. He’s warm, he’s expressive, he’s here.
“O-Oh,” the exclamation is soft, “Hello.”
Stanley opens his eyes. The narrator looks up at him through fine lashes, expression a bit dazed.
Okay?
“I—yes,” he says, though he seems unsure. “It’s okay. Oh, do you really like it?”
His voice, so quiet, is sincere and perhaps desperate for approval. Like he’s truly uncertain. Stanley nudges their noses together for a moment.
Yeah. Yeah, he loves it, he really does. No jokes, no teasing, no pandering or anything. And not just because it’s another person either.
It just really, really fits his friend. Honestly it does. It’s the exact kind of person Stanley would expect to be sitting at a writing desk for hours, fussing over a story and its details, making a cup of tea and then forgetting about it entirely, surrounded by crumpled papers of rejected ideas and tugging at his hair when he’s frustrated. The kind of person who’s just a little lazy and forgetful, and wants to make lovely things for other people but is utterly temperamental and prone to irritation.
It’s him, it’s so him. He did such a good job.
“Not—not all of that was complimentary, you know,” the fellow huffs gently, though there’s no heat in it. He seems mostly enraptured by the sheer fondness in Stanley’s thoughts.
Yeah, Stanley knows it wasn’t all sweet. But then, the narrator has an ego and Stanley can’t help but tease a bit. Besides, doesn’t it all seem completely correct?
“Yes,” the narrator grumbles, averting his gaze. “It does sound like the kind of human I would be.”
Stanley squeezes him gently one more time, and then finally releases his friend. The narrator seems reluctant to part, but he takes the offered hand. Stanley twines their fingers.
He’s wondering what to show him first. Maybe the hole? Or the balloons? They can go to the merch booth and feel out the different textures of the shirts, since the fellow probably doesn’t have a lot of experience yet. Would he like coffee? Soda? Will they be able to get back to the office? Did the narrator fix the issue with resetting?
The narrator laughs at his enthusiasm. “Slow down, Stanley! What’s the rush?”
But there’s just so much to show him!
His tone gentles. It is a tender thing, full of real, quiet joy.
“We have all the time in the world.”
#the stanley parable#The Sparrow Parable#may writes#tsp#im mad bc they still dont kiss. sorry guys#they choose to be affectionate and intimate in so many other tender ways but KISSING???#NOOOOOOO#fuckers.
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Code Blue Ch. 24- Disturbing Behavior
Summary: Sweet words and bath times are shared. Ethan snaps, revealing his dark side. He and Orlando clash. The good doctor is injured and threatened into silence. Josie suspects something is wrong due to Orlando's behavior. An arrest is made and an ER visit follows.
*Warnings* 18+ DARK...mentions of organized crime, grief, angst, domestic violence, strong/offensive language, mentions of rape/assault, graphic depictions, blood, arrest, ambulance
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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Orlando, Ethan
Salem, Massachusetts
February 27, 2023
5 pm
It took everything in you to pry yourself out of Lee's gripping hug as you said your loving goodbyes. You now had to go home and start packing for the move into your new apartment. God, you hated leaving him alone after witnessing the panic attack he had and you made him promise to keep his phone by him at all times so he could call you if he had another one. You knew first hand how terrifying it was to have one, let alone when your by yourself.
You pulled into your driveway and checked your phone again, even though you had your volume on full blast. Still, there was nothing from Orlando either after his concerning voicemail he had left you earlier and now you were worried about him too. You quickly texted him just so you would know he was ok.
As you went inside, your mom was in the kitchen doing her usual of sitting at the table watching Good Fellas and drinking some Irish whiskey. It had seemed she had become obsessed with crime movies after Jason died, plus she really liked Ray Liotta. Maybe it was her way of trying to comprehend the life Jason chose that in turn ended his life, although Jason was nothing like the guys in these mob movies. He didn't care about the money or do drugs. It was more out of loyalty to his boss and best friend, Sonny, whom you now blamed for your brother's death. Your mom had no idea of the true extent in her son's previous world of crime....but if these movies helped your mom to deal, then you weren't going to interfere, for everyone dealt with grief in their own ways. You certainly were not into those movies. You would rather suffer in silence locked in your room writing your fantasy fics and you were so grateful you had Lee to dissuade you from doing so or you didn't know where you would be right now. It was like you wrote him to life and and now your reality was better than your dreams.
You spoke with your mom for awhile and then headed up to your room to begin packing. You felt guilty for leaving her but you had to get out of there or you would certainly end up in jail over Megan at some point. It's not like you would be that far away and you would always come back to visit her. Checking your phone once more, Orlando still had not replied.
Lee was in his kitchen making himself another cup of tea as he listened to music. He had drank the one you made and for being chamomile, he found it delicious and relaxing just like you said.
This one had a nice shot of whiskey in it though, for the tea just wasn't quite enough to fully ease his nerves.
His phone began to ring which he kept right beside him like you asked him to and in hopes it was you, he quickly picked it up...but it wasn't you. It was Ethan...again. Lee rolled his eyes and hit decline. He wanted to block him but he knew if he did that, all hell would break loose. It was much better to just let Ethan harass him for the time being until Lee could figure something else out.
Lee sat down at his laptop snacking on a piece of buttered toast and checked his facebook that he never got on much until now, solely because you were there.
He decided to post something for you as he was so proud to be able to call you his and wanted the whole world to know it...except one person. He customized the post so Ethan wouldn't see it. Lee wanted to defriend him, but again, it wasn't worth the trouble it would cause.
Lee began typing exactly what he was feeling, with a little added humor.
"@Josephine March "I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours....forever. You're my wonderwall baby. Those eyes of yours could swallow stars, galaxies and universes. What hope did I ever have? I hope the burnt bacon wasn't a deal breaker though. I swear, I really can cook. 😘"
After an hour of packing up mostly clothes, you heard your phone beep. You couldn't even control the smile that formed on your face when you saw it was from Lee.
"Hey baby doll. Just wanted to let u know I drank your tea and it hit the spot. Thank u for taking care of me. I'm sorry for scaring u so bad. I feel good and relaxed now and I'm going to go take a hot bath. Wish u were here to join me. Maybe tomorrow, I could take you to the farm?"
"I am so glad you're alright and so happy u texted me. Don't be sorry, it wasn't your fault. You're just understandably stressed. A bath sounds so good, even better with u. Maybe we could share one soon? or...a shower 😉 I would love to go to the farm with u."
"I don't know where u came from my lady strange, but I thank the stars above for u. I'll text u later baby girl. I love you Jo March. Forever....oh...and check your fb."
"Right back at ya babe. I love you. Forever. I'll check it now."
You laid back on the bed in complete bliss, inhaling his imbedded scent on your hands. How was it possible to feel this damn good? It was so foreign to you.
As you read his post, you busted up laughing. God you adored him and now you were going to show everyone, including him, that you did.
"@Lee G Pace "You see, my dear. I was born to be with you and only you, for your very name was inscribed onto my soul in black ink and destiny has a way of getting what it wants. I would you know, do it all again I mean. I would live my entire life up until now just to have you all over again...and your burnt bacon too."
You smiled and closed your laptop, then decided a bath sounded nice and went to submerge yourself in some steaming water, knowing Lee would soon be doing the same.
How was he real? you thought after you read his post.
You snuck downstairs and got some wine and candles while your bath was filling. On your way back, you heard Megan in her room, giggling and talking to someone on her phone. Rolling your eyes, you wondered which foolish man she was taking for a ride this time. As long as she stayed the fuck away from Lee, you didn't give a rat's ass.
You set the candles up and lit them, making the atmosphere perfect. Except it wasn't because you really wanted Lee to be there with you.
You drank down a glass of wine and poured another, setting it beside the candles and your phone, then climbed into the bubbly bliss.
You slowly began to drift off and began to dream. The same dream you dreamt in Lee's car on your way to his dad's funeral. You were drowning, nothing but the darkness of water all around you being inhaled into your lungs and then suddenly, you saw Orlando's face again, only this time you were both drowning.
You gasped awake, choking and splashing about. After you calmed down, you realized you had fallen asleep and had slid under the water. One of your worst nightmares was drowning considering you couldn't swim. Your fear of water wasn't from that though. It was none other than Megan. She terrorized you when you were both in your single digits and besides locking you in that crawl space, she had also held your head under the bath water one night when your mom was out and luckily Jason heard your muffled screams and saved you. From that moment on, it took everything in you to get back in a bathtub and you also would never get in a pool which is why you never learned how to swim. Jason tried to coax you into it, swearing he wouldn't let you go under but as much as you trusted him, you just couldn't do it.
You dried your hands and picked up your phone. Still nothing from Orlando. You decided to call him because that dream really shook you. Maybe he would answer if he knew he could talk to you instead of texting.
To your surprise, he answered. There was loud garbled music in the background.
"Orlando?? Are you alright? I haven't heard back from you."
"Hey Josie, yeah...sorry. I'm fine. I um was asleep."
"With that loud music?"
"Oh, that...yeah, that's Ethan. He's downstairs partying. No rest for the wicked I suppose."
"Well...ok...I...I was just...worried about you. Are you...sure...everything is alright? Your voicemail earlier, you sounded...I don't know, different?"
"Oh...no I'm good, that was just because I had to get going."
"Ok? Well, I'm sorry that I woke you. Do you still want to talk? I mean, you said you needed to talk to me."
"No Josie. I'm sorry if I worried you. I'm good. Can we...just talk later...please?"
"I...I guess so. Text me or something when you can."
"Orlando!!! Get the fuck down here now!" you heard Ethan shout as the music went silent.
"Ok..thanks for calling...gotta go...bye."
You stared at your abruptly ended call and spoke out loud. "What the fuck..."
You laid your phone down and just sat there for a moment, wondering if you should do anything. Was it even your place to do so? Was there anything to even be worried about? You couldn't shake the feeling that there was.
Your phone then rang and you snatched it up thinking it was Orlando calling back, but it was actually a video call from Lee. Your heart raced as your stomach did a flip flop. Why did you feel so silly to answer it when you were in the bath? Probably because you had never done that before.
You answered it to see the cutest damn thing. Lee in his bath, blowing bubbles in the water.
"What the hell..." you said as you laughed.
"Hey baby. Just wanted you to see what you're missing. You could be in here with me right now, still could if you want to come back. I miss you."
"Well as you can see, I am in the bath too. I miss you too. You are too cute for your own damn good, you know?"
"Yes...yes. I know. That's why I called, so you could see what you're missing."
"As if I don't know! You're killing me here."
"Then come back. There's plenty of room in here for you."
"If I do that, I will never get anything done. How about pick me up tomorrow for lunch and then we can go to your farm like you asked me to?"
Lee made a pouty face. "Ok...pizza sound good?"
"Yessss...perfect. Just like you."
"Hey, before you go, guess what I'm listening to."
"How am I supposed to do that?" you giggled.
"Use that witchy intuition of yours. You always bring the right music out at the right times. Don't think I don't notice that."
"Yeah, but, I can't guess what you're already listening to?"
"Alright...I'll give you a hint. Witchy was one of them. Second clue...you're a woman. Third clue. Did I ever tell you I love eagles and hawks. Most awesome birds. Lots of them around the farm."
Lee set his phone on a stand in front of him and sat up to put his earbuds in, totally mind fucking with you his wet sexy self and he knew it.
He had them so loud, you could hear the song, although you had already guessed it from his clues.
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"Witchy Woman haha. Nice."
"It is...it's all about you, you know. You've put some spell on me, I swear."
"You know...the funny part here? Definitely another sign...but...after I first met you, I had just got home from the hospital and was in my room listening to music, and I was thinking about you, wanting to find you to give you your bracelet back and just wanting to see you again so bad... not having a clue in the world who you were but dying to know because you had me spellbound yourself...and I just couldn't understand the control you had over me....and then a song came on...but I'll just let you try and guess it now. The clues are there..."
"Alright my sneaky witchy love, call me in the morning when you get up...and I'll rack my brain to figure it out....and if I guess it, then what?" he asked with a smirk.
"I'll twinkle my nose and strip you naked."
"Holy shit! Well, I better get my thinking cap on!"
You laughed. "I love you, you know. I'll talk to you tomorrow, but if you need me for any reason, call me any time ok? Otherwise, I'll see you in my dreams boyfriend."
"Ooooh... I'll meet you there girlfriend. I love you too beautiful. Goodnight baby."
Lee blew a kiss to you and then hung up after you caught it.
You got out of the bath and texted Orlando again. Something didn't feel right and you couldn't shake it. You got dressed while you waited for a response. Ten minutes later you got one.
"Jo?" you whispered as you read it. "He never calls me that...."
"I gotta go, talk to you later beautiful." Ethan hung up his phone when he saw Orlando. "Give me your phone bro." he demanded in his inebriated state.
"What? Why?"
"Don't fucking ask me why, just give it to me before I take it."
"Fuck man, here! Damn..." Orlando snapped and handed it to him.
Ethan first saw your text.
"Orlando, tell me everything is ok. I know u already did, but..I can't help it. I'm worried about u. Ethan sounded so angry. Please, please text me or call me back, if u can..."
Ethan's face turned dark as he sent a reply to shut you up.
"Hey Jo...I'm fine. Ethan's fine. We're having a great time. No worries. Talk later."
Ethan then went straight for facebook on Orlando's account knowing Lee was on his friends. He had a feeling that since Lee was ignoring him, that he was also hiding things as well. He knew Lee didn't use social media much but he knew you did because he had looked you up the first night he met you and saw that you and Lee were friends and your profile was public. Then, he saw Lee's post and your reply and quickly hit the angry icon without thinking.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!!!" Ethan shouted at the phone as he stood up. "Who does this bitch think she is?? What's so damn special about her huh???!!"
"Bro, what the hell?? What are you flipping your shit about now?"
Ethan swigged back on the whiskey bottle, almost falling over. "As if you don't know! You didn't see Lee's post?? He fucking loves her, or so he thinks, and she said she loves him too!! There goes your chance bro!! but I ain't losing mine!"
"Let me see that." Orlando grabbed his phone back and looked it over. His heart completely shattered as he read it. Orlando knew you both were into each other and that Lee was very different with you, but he never realized it was that serious.
"I fucking told you man!" Ethan yelled as he chugged more of the wicked liquid. "You gonna let him have that cunt huh?? I'm not."
"Don't call her that!!!" Orlando raged.
"Oooooh...looks like I hit a pussy nerve. What the fuck are you going to do about it cunt lover?! The fuck about her got both of your cocks so hard?! Maybe I should go and get a taste to find out."
"Shut your mouth Ethan! If you ever go near her I'll..."
"You'll what!!!" Ethan growled and pinned Orlando against the wall face first.
"Oh look at you man, like father like son. What are you gonna do, fuck me too!! No wonder you like dick."
"You sick little fuck! I bet you'd like that wouldn't ya Lando??? It's all your fucking fault, destroying our family with your lies. Mum hasn't been right since!"
"That's because she knows the truth!"
"If it's so true, then why didn't he do it to me???"
"Didn't he????!! I think we both know the answer to that!"
Ethan spun Orlando around and gutted him, then punched him in the face before hurling him across the kitchen table. When Orlando tried to get up, Ethan kicked him in the stomach and then pulled out his switch blade, pinning Orlando's arm down on the floor one knee, and his other knee shoved into the back of his neck.
"Do you know what I do to little bitches like you?? Huh??!!"
Ethan plunged his knife into his brother's hand and held it there as Orlando wailed in pain.
"Now little bro, let's hope you've learned your lesson to never threaten me. You be good boy now and keep your mouth shut or that little kitten of yours that you love so much might find herself in a burlap bag sinking to the bottom of a river.. Now go clean yourself up, you're bleeding on my fucking floor."
Orlando winced as Ethan withdrew the knife and then he stumbled up to his feet and headed to the bathroom. As he washed his hand, he felt like he was going to be sick. If he tried to do anything, he knew Ethan would make good on his threat against you. All he could do now was suck it up and take it, and for you, he would.
You paced in your room trying to figure out what you should do. What if you were making a big deal out of nothing...but what if you weren't and Orlando was in trouble. You called him this time.
Ethan saw your call and formed a devious grin.
"Hey there Josie girl, what it do??"
"Ethan?? Where's Orlando and why are you answering his phone?"
"Ohhh that, yeah..he's uh...indisposed at the moment...got some girl upstairs last I saw. Guess he didn't like your facebook fluff. I'll tell him you rang. TTFN!"
"Ethan wait...."
He hung up and stomped on Orlando's phone. "Stupid bitch..."
You called right back but it went straight to voicemail, which told you the phone was now off. You checked your facebook really quick and saw that Orlando apparently gave Lee's post an angry reaction. Now you were certain something was wrong because Orlando was not that petulant. You grabbed your keys and headed out, calling Lee on the way but he didn't answer. You figured he must have dozed off in the bath.
"Lee, when you get this, call me asap! I'm on my way to Ethan's. Orlando is there and something is wrong. I'll explain more later."
As you pulled up to the downtown apartment, you could hear the music blaring from it. After knocking on the door repeatedly with no answer, you turned the knob slowly and to your luck, it was not locked. You walked in to see Ethan sleeping in a chair with his back to you and Orlando passed out in a chair across from him with a bloodied and bandaged hand and bruises on his face. Immediately, you called 911 and ran over to Orlando, startling him awake.
"J..Josie?? You..you can't be here! You need to go..now!" he loudly whispered.
Ethan awoke and sprung up, immediately shutting the music off.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" he snapped.
You ignored him as the dispatcher answered. "911 What is your emergency?"
"Yes Hi, I am at 22 Main apartment A and there's been an assault. My friend is wounded and the assailant is still here. Ethan Bloom."
"What the hell, I didn't hurt him! You don't know what you're talking about!" Ethan shouted as he walked towards you.
"Stay the hell back Ethan! Get away from him!" you commanded as you held your hand out in front of you, standing before a dazed and confused Orlando.
"Orlando man, tell her she's wrong bro!" Ethan pleaded as he became highly agitated and gave Orlando a threatening look.
Orlando became dizzy and fell back into the chair, unable to think clearly at the moment.
"Hey, Orlando?? Stay with me ok? They're on the way. You're going to be alright."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me Josie!"
"Don't you move!!"
"Ok this is NOT what it looks like, Orlando...PLEASE tell the truth!"
"The truth is pretty fucking clear Ethan! You been doing this to him for awhile. The bruises that are always on him and what the hell did you do to his hand??! Look at him! He can't even stand up or speak!"
"Tell her Orlando! Tell her how you suffer from major depression and ptsd. Tell her how you don't take your meds and you drink all the time. Tell her that your injuries are self inflicted!"
You laughed sarcastically. "You expect me to believe he hurts himself??!!!"
"I do. I watched him tonight. He stabbed his own hand. He had some meltdown over some post of yours and Lee's. He does this shit all the time. Tellllll her Landy!"
Orlando stared at Ethan with both rage and fear in his eyes, for he knew if he told the truth, Ethan would find a way to hurt you, even if he was put in jail. He knew his brother had connections and wasn't willing to chance it....and he now knew without a shadow of a doubt, that Ethan purposely tried to run you and Lee off the road.
The sirens could be heard outside as the Salem police wasted no time responding to assault calls.
"In here! That's him, right there! I think he has a knife!" you blurted out to the cops.
"Do you have a weapon on you sir!" the officer asked as he kept his hand on his holster.
"Well...yeah...I do but....look, it's right here..."
Ethan went to out it out and the officer drew his gun. "Put your hands where I can see them. Now!"
He put his hands over his head as he gave another death glare to Orlando. The officer searched him and removed the knife from his pocket."
"Look man, like I tried to tell Josie here. Orlando took my knife and he stabbed his own hand!! He has mental problems and is off his meds."
"You shut up! You did this to him!"
"Sir...can you tell me what happened?" the officer asked Orlando. You watched as his eyes first went to Ethan's and then lowered. "Sir, did this man assault you?"
"I...I..."
Orlando leaned forward and became sick and then he almost passed out.
"Where's the ambulance?? He needs help, he's lost a lot of blood...and I think he was beaten too." you frantically said as you noticed blood now dripping down his fingers out of the saturated bandage.
More sirens were heard as an ambulance then pulled up.
"They're here now Ma'am." the cop said and then turned to Ethan.
"What's your name sir?"
"Ethan Bloom."
The officer turned him around and placed handcuffs on him.
"Ethan Bloom, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand the rights that have just been explained to you?"
"Yes man but...I'm his brother man. I know him more than any of you. He did this. He will tell you when he can. I know he will...right Landy?"
"Stop it! You're coercing him." you snapped.
"Did anyone here hear me threaten him?? NO! You'll see Josie....you'll see..." Ethan said with an eerie smirk as they took him away.
The EMT's tended to Orlando as you tried calling Lee again. Finally he answered, sounding half asleep. As soon as you told him what happened, he jumped up and got dressed and told you he would meet you at the hospital.
"Orlando? Sweetheart, can you hear me?" you asked as you knelt down beside him. He was so out of it, but he managed to look at you and lightly smiled. "They're going to take you to the hospital ok?"
He understood that and panicked, grabbing your hand. "Don't...don't...go...."
"Shhh... I will be right there, I promise. I will not leave you."
"Can I please ride with him?? He's so disoriented." you then asked one of the EMT's.
They approved it and placed him on the wheeled stretcher, then took him out as you followed beside him, holding his good hand and talking to him to keep him calm.
The entire ride, Orlando was quite incoherent and your blood was boiling that Ethan would blame this on his own brother because you knew better. How could he do this to him?? and why?? Orlando looked so vulnerable and it broke your heart. All you could think of was what if you hadn't of went over? You stroked Orlando's hair while you watched the EMT keep monitoring his vitals, praying Orlando would eventually incriminate Ethan as his attacker, but mostly praying that he would be alright....and you could not wait to be in Lee's arms......
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Any idea of how your OCs would interact with the canon characters?
I actually was gonna write up a whole post about my OCs dynamics with canon characters on my own, but I greatly appreciate the ask! I'll list off Ringo and Lieu's dynamics with their respective groups (NDA detectives and peacekeepers, of course)! Buckle your seatbelts, fellas, it's gonna be a long ride!
Ringo and the NDA detectives
Yuma - If there's one person who's the easiest to rope into Ringo's spontaneous plans, it's Yuma. As much as Yuma worries for his and Ringo's safety, he can't deny he's just as excited to go on stake out missions to catch criminals. Unfortunately, Yuma ends up being the bait in the schemes most of the time. But Ringo doesn't give the rookie any chance to argue before they spring into action. Outside of their detective work, Ringo and Yuma form a loose friendship, both yearning for companionship, but aren't quite used to each other's energy levels. The mirage detective can't help but confide to Yuma about their negative experience with the WDO; partly to get their own feelings out to someone willing to listen, and also to test if talking shit about the organization will spark Yuma's memories somehow, but no dice.
Halara - With extensive knowledge about the WDO's history to improve their standing within the organization, Halara is aware of the Ignis family's once outstanding presence dwindling into obscurity over time. They originally use this information on Ringo's family's relation to the WDO to judge their character and have the upper hand in discussion. This leads to them starting off on the wrong foot, Ringo standing firm against Halara's harsh judgment of his family due to something out of anyone's control other than the organization that started their downfall. But after many tense arguments, the two eventually give in and reveal their motivations for being a part of the WDO. They both want to raise money earned from their job toward good causes, such as the charity to save cats and funding research to treat and cure the Ignis bloodline's hereditary disease. Their interactions slowly start to turn to the positive as they share in a love for reptiles. Animals mend all strained ties.
Desuhiko - Putting these two together is like releasing two dogs with a bad case of the zoomies into the streets. They work exceedingly well as a duo for investigations, utilizing both their Fortes to the fullest potential as masters of deception. However, they are also prone to getting so far off track from their original objective it's like swerving off a cliff. They're easily entertained and distracted by anything that catches their attention. Desuhiko also helps Ringo understand that their illusions might not be as powerful as they wish they were, but they can still be used for a lot of good, even if all they are are distractions. They're the agency's entertainers, making sure everyone's spirits are lifted by their jokes and gags.
Fubuki - In an inverse of what would typically happen when ya put someone next to a scheming Ringo, Fubuki is actually the one who comes up with adventurous plans to take them on first! Getting up to even stranger shenanigans than Ringo is used to, it's always a pleasant surprise when he's around her. They sympathize with Fubuki's isolation at home, even if they're on different sides of the coin. Ringo's isolation being purposeful on their part, while Fubuki's parents kept her inside without her having a say in the matter until they kicked her out. No matter what, they both enjoy each other's company after years of confinement.
Vivia - Oops, they're narrative foils! With Ringo's tendency to overwork himself due to their acknowledgement that he could die an early death, he prefers to appreciate life as fast as possible and do as much as they can. However, once Ringo inevitably tuckers themself out from their work, he finds an unlikely companionship with Vivia. The phantom detective indirectly teaches Ringo about enjoying life in the little things and taking it slow, but not all of his ideology gets through to them. Ringo is still quick to criticize Vivia for his laziness and wish for death, which he doesn't budge on. They may not entirely see eye to eye, but if the right conditions are met, they make for good company.
Yakou - As much as the chief loves having someone around willing to do chores for free, he can't help but worry about Ringo overworking themself and their knack for getting involved with cases the detectives' aren't focused on. Yakou was informed of Ringo's lineage before they arrived to Kanai Ward, but he could hardly prepare himself to take on the task of working with an Ignis--a younger and spritely one at that. Despite the initial fears, Yakou is just as protective of Ringo as he is with the rest of his detectives. Yakou tends to refer to Ringo as 'Jazz', since he'll often encounter the mirage detective doing chores at the agency while listening to jazz on the radio.
Lieu/Sylvester and the peacekeepers
Swank - Since Lieu's a bit higher in the pecking order, they always try to have one over Swank by consistently challenging him to gamble with them. He never gives them the satisfaction of winning, however, far too attached to his money to ever risk the chance of losing it to a former street rat. Swank is the one in charge of handling bounties on whistleblowers, so he's usually the one to rake in the cash from Lieu's missions. As much as they bug each other, he can't deny they're an efficient moneymaker.
Seth - While Yomi has direct ownership of Lieu as one of his hitmen, Lieu works alongside Seth most often. Seth runs his own botanical garden within the corporation, and Lieu voluntarily assists him in taking care of it since they use many of the poisonous plants grown there for their missions. While it may seem like the formation of a friendship, Lieu doesn't make it easy by making Seth their (thankfully metaphorical) punching bag when they're having a rough day. It's an unfortunate side effect of being around Lieu the most after Aide died. Seth learns to not be so intimidated by them since they never actually have any plans to harm him, far too needy of his garden to sour things any further.
Dominic - In a surprising turn of events, Lieu respects Dominic the most out of the lower rungs of the higher-ups. And by respect, it means they know not to fuck around with him. Ever since Lieu heard of Dominic surviving a war and still being just as strong as if it barely even mattered, they understand why he's not to be tested as someone's who's scraped by many of their own fights when they were younger. Lieu can help but wonder what it'd be like to arm wrestle with him though, yet they know better than to sign themself up for a death wish. Since Lieu doesn't mess with him, Dominic doesn't mess with them either. They're on equal footing.
Guillaume - On the other hand, Lieu detests Guillaume. She pesters the hitman without fear, since she's well aware that they can't lay a finger on her unless they want to be punched into the next decade by a protective Dominic. Lieu avoids her at all costs if they can help it, and they will usually end up trudging back to Seth's office to let off some steam by yelling about their frustrations to the gardener. Guillaume has no business with Lieu, but she still insists on getting under their skin. Maybe it's some sort of secret technique to make Lieu all the more ferocious during their missions, but it's purpose is doubtful at best.
Yomi - While Yomi is the one who took Aide and Lieu in to work as his hitmen, Lieu's view of him decayed over time. What once was admiration and respect fell into jealousy. Yomi paid far more attention to Aide and gave him everything he wanted, all while Lieu was left with scraps. Yomi kept pulling Aide further and further away from Lieu, which fueled their sentimentality and other emotions that Yomi ordered them to discard as a hitman. And after Aide's death, both of them are far more outwardly aggressive toward each other, Lieu despising Yomi's choice to assign Aide to that mission, and Yomi wishing he'd sent Lieu on that train instead. Lieu lost a lifelong friend, Yomi lost his right hand man.
Martina - The two first meet each other over (nonpoisonous) drinks, venting about the ones closest to them slipping away to be with another guy. They quickly find common ground, realizing that they're being abandoned by Yomi and Aide. When the ones they love continue to leave them, they learn to rely on each other instead. It's shocking how quickly they form a tight bond, fueling each other's artistically violent desires, as if spitting in the faces of the two that gave up on them just as fast. When Yomi sends Martina away to be cubed, it's Lieu that witnesses her being dragged away and contacts Makoto about it first. If Lieu couldn't keep Aide by their side, they'll do what they can to make sure Martina is there instead. Martina swears she'll find a way to take Yomi down, not just for her sake, but for Lieu's as well. Yeah, they're fruity.
#can ya tell i've had these dynamics swirling around in my head for too long#i've committed to lieu n martina being a ship cause i am cringe but i am free#don't really have any ships in mind for ringo though#so if anyone wants to take a stab at potential ships feel free to#it's just not as important to ringo like it is to lieu#master detective archives: rain code#rain code#rain code spoilers#rain code ocs#ringo ignis#sylvester nettle
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Josuyasu Fic Master Post
Unfortunately I didn't really have the time/energy this month to participate in the 2024 Josuyasu week, but a few of my fics that I already have published fit some of the prompts
So if anyone is interested here is a master post of my Josuyasu fic collections that I have on Ao3 (canon_compliant)
*note: all of my fics are relatively sfw, most that are rated "T" are due to possible triggers (and some good old make-out scenes lol)
The boys are a mess
This is a series of my short Josuyasu fics while they're still teenagers. All the fics go together and if you read them in order, they are chronological.
The Kids Aren't Alright (Rating: T)
Summary:
After witnessing Keicho’s death, Josuke can’t quite bring himself to leave Okuyasu alone. In what others might see as the smallest gestures, Josuke offers Okuyasu his friendship.
Taking place during cannon, this is just a short fic about the beginnings of Josuke and Okuyasu’s friendship.
Tags:
Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Nijimura Okuyasu, Higashikata Tomoko, During Canon, Pre-Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Friendship, Depression, just a touch of bi-panic, Canon Compliant, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Tomoko loves her new son
WINDY SUMMER (Rating: G)
Summary:
After the fight with Kira, Josuke has to spend his summer break recovering, but Okuyasu makes sure to keep him company.
Tags:
Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Fluff, Friendship, bi-panic, in fact Okuyasu is the definition of bi-panic, Fellas is it gay to want to kiss your homie?, also, Technically spoilers for the Japanese 1998 Ring film
spilling out (Rating: T)
Summary:
Josuke and Okuyasu are both recovering in the hospital after the events of 4th Another Day.
Tags:
The Book: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure 4th Another Day, Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Fluff, Hospitals, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Sickfic, kinda lol, bi-panic, cuz y'all know i can’t write josuyasu without some bi-panic, Friendship, Josuke and Okuyasu are a pair, they are co-dependent, pls do not separate them
soft and slow, like summer rain (Rating: T)
Summary:
After a study session gone wrong, Josuke finds himself needing somewhere he can feel safe and at home and that some where turns out to be Okuyasu.
Tags:
Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, the following tags are not from/between the ship (just an fyi), Non-Consensual Kissing, Non-Consensual Touching, Side Character/Main Character Attempted Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Victim Blaming
The boys are still a mess, but now they're adults
This is a series of my short Josuyasu fics while they're adults. All the fics go together and if you read them in order, they are chronological.
Sleep (Rating: T)
Summary:
Josuke and Okuyasu have just moved into there own place and Okuyasu is struggling with his guilt over leaving his father behind.
Tags:
Adult Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Adult Nijimura Okuyasu, Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, PTSD, Childhood Trauma, Physical Abuse, Physical Abuse against a minor to be more specific, Okuyasu just really needs a hug, Nijimura Okuyasu-centric
Misguided Ghosts (Rating: G)
Summary:
Josuke loves his job as a nurse, but sometimes it can get to be too much.
Tags:
Adult Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Adult Nijimura Okuyasu, Nurse Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Chef Nijimura Okuyasu, Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Hospital, death mention, Josuke is secretly a very anxious stressed boy, Also all the people that think Josuke would be a cop can fight me
Sickday (Rating: G)
Summary:
Josuke comes down with a fever while at work at the hospital.
Tags:
Adult Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Adult Nijimura Okuyasu, Nurse Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Sickfic, Caretaking, Gentle Okuyasu, Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, sick Josuke, I stand by what I said last time, Everyone who thinks Josuke would be a cop can fight me, Nurse Josuke superiority
Collar Full (Raiting: G)
Summary:
It’s Josuke’s 24th birthday. Okuyasu throws him a party and considers taking the risk and telling him how he feels after all these years.
Tags:
Adult Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Adult Nijimura Okuyasu, Post-Canon, Fluff, Love Confessions, bi-panic, tbh Okuyasu is the definition of bi-panic lol, Tomoko is Josuke and Okuyasu’s biggest fans
Talk Too Much (Rating: T)
Summary:
Josuke and Okuyasu invite Tomoko over for dinner to tell her about them.
Tags:
Adult Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Adult Okuyasu, Post-Canon, Developing Relationship, Coming Out, Good Parent Higashikata Tomoko, Josuke is truly just an anxious bean, And Okuyasu needs to be nicer to himself, TAGS FROM THIS POINT ON CONTAIN SPOILERS, First Kiss, The tanuki will return as he is Okuyasu’s son now
Just Like a Movie (Rating: T)
Summary:
For the first time since they’ve started dating, Josuke and Okuyasu go out with Yukako and Koichi to the Obon festival in S-City. It’s a double date, but Yukako and Koichi don’t know.
Tags:
Adult Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Adult Nijimura Okuyasu, Post-CanonDeveloping Relationship, But also, Established Relationship, Adult Yamagashi Yukako/Hirose Koichi, Fluff, First Dates, Kinda, Also I’m not sure how to/if I need to tag this but just in case:, I’m not sure how to explain it but I don’t want to catch anyone by surprise, Mention of Non-con kissing, It’s not super serious but it could also boarder on a mention of Sexual Assault, Everyone loved a good festival episode, Return of the tanuki…, The boys are nervous about being gay™ in public, also Koichi is a clueless little dummy and I love him
You can find individual posts for each of these fics on my blog in my fic tag
@josuyasuweek-2024 you can ignore this if you want but i am sad my brain did not allow me to truly participate
I know i didn't write these for the week but i still wanted to share if that's okay ;-;
#i'm also a relatively small blog and my work doesn't get much engagement so i figured it couldn't hurt to put it out there~#i still keep writing anyways even if only a few people are reading lol#Josuaysu#Josuke Higashikata#Okuyasu Nijimura#Jojo Part 4#jjba Part 4#Diamond is Unbreakable#josuke x okuyasu#Sophia Writes#now for my tags lol#Part 4#Josuke#Okuyasu#Fic
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Columbo if he was in 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit'
Judge Doom? Lietenent Columbo, LA PD. I hope you don't mind Judge, but this is my first homicide case I have ever taken that was related to the cartoon industry.
I don't know much about toons sir, but you know my wife loves them. Well she doesn't really watch them no, but, any time the kids are getting a little to rowdy at home, she can just turn on the TV set it to Bugs Bunny and...
Oh you're entirely right Mr.Doom I'm getting ahead of myself, I apologize sir. But I do believe you got the wrong person as your perpetrator.
As a matter of fact, I don't think Roger could have killed Acme. I believe he was set up and framed.
You see sir. While it's true that Roger did see Acme and his wife the day before the murder, the fact of the matter is that there is no way he could have possibly murdered him, it just doesn't add up. When I was watching one of those cartoons they were making in Maroon Studios, it hit me - oh no pun intended- it hit me that Roger Rabbit's character was in fact - well Roger Rabbit. And Roger , as much of a cartoon he his, always has the slapstick aiming towards him - and no one else. Now how could a guy like that drop an anvil one a man like Acne? That rabbit is way too clumsy to pull off a stunt like this.
Why yes, I believe the safe was calculated sir. No doubt about it. It looked like something right out of the show. But I guess I should have also added that Roger had an allebi on the night of the murder. You see he was writing his letter to Misses Rabbit. I guess the poor guy just couldn't bare knowing the truth that she has been about, that he got home and-
Yes, I agree Mr.Doom. It's very much circumstansal evidence. I understand you very much don't like toons. I'm sure you're very busy man your honor. Being Judge of Toon Town and all. Heck with a town like that, I tell ya, you better watch where you get your chilli. Mine came out frozen in a block of ice. Well I could only just laugh.
Oh one more thing.
So I asked the boys down at the department for any records of unsolved homicides done in a similar manner. They only had one. A couple years ago this circus performer and private investigator - Teddy I think was his name. Poor fella had a piano drop down on his head. What struck me was two things about this case. One, that the murderer was never found, and two, they suspect that it was indeed a toon. The the way of the murder was so identical that-
Yes you're right, that's a very good point Mr.Doom. I'm sure it's just an old case. Maybe the suspect just vanished in the paper trail. I'll be on my way now.
Oh, uh, come to think of it. There is something else that I came here to talk to you about.
I hope you don't mind sir, but when I was snooping into Maroon Studios, I found out that they were recently bought out by some company named Cloverleaf Industries a couple days before the murder. I was little curious about Clover leaf - and I learned recently they also bought out the Pacific Electric Railway Company. That seemed a little strange to me, why would a company interested in the transit line buy a cartoon studio?
Now the funny thing is Mr.Doom, through that lead I learned there's only one person that actually owns Clover Leaf. Something like, Baron Von Rotton. Now that name sounded very much like a toon's. One that, and I don't wanna profile too hard, one that would definitely be horrible frighting villain in any film.
Oh and uh, one more thing sir. I'll get out of your hair soon. I was just curious, how do you get your cape to always flap like that?
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marvel's midnight suns | misc quotes 5
But I guess Queens is not important enough for the news media to cover.
Sometimes I feel like I should be there with her…
Second… New York already had a hellmouth in Staten Island…
Yes, How do I stop my science-minded brain from melting into whimpering sludge?
I even knew a doctor that accidently turned himself into a vampire.
Why, because one of my ex-nemeses now lives in the same building…
Anyway, that’s not the only reason I’m on edge…
So, word on the street is that you just got a massive shipment of artisan sodas…
But that’s just it, what if that radioactive spider decided to chomp down on someone else’s behind…
Wow. The books in this place are something else…
I’m not asking you to pull any strings for me or anything like that…
So, you got a favorite genre of music we could put the tune to?
You said be the best I can be and I’m all for that…
So, I’m the guy who stops bag snatchers and ATM thieves…
So, are you one of the kids? Or the second oldest adult? I don’t know how to treat you.
I haven’t lived with people outside of family. Am I doing it wrong? Do I write an apology note, or… How do I fix this?
Here, I have access to two whole Super Hero teams, each with their own way of doing things. It’s eye-opening.
So what’s your preference? I heard you spent much of your life working solo…
So you’re an open book, huh?
Is that something you were striving for?
Did you ever go through a rebellious stage?
I used to be self-conscious of my appearance…
Do you have any desire to fly?
My reputation might be intimidating…
Unless you don’t have the desire to explore.
You don’t see me as hard to approach?
Uh… Thanks again for what you did for me…
We’ve been so busy. I haven’t processed what I did under their control…
The worst are the faces I don’t remember…
Then… Nothing. I’ve had that one on loop for days.
Hey, uh… You didn’t read it, did you?
I spent most of my childhood trying to measure up to that monster’s unattainable standards.
True, it’s just this place reminds me of the church…
No, he caught the bad guy like he always does…
I’m really starting to get used to this place…
Those heroes often do what is “right”, even if that means…
Oh, that’s my stomach. I think it’s time for a snack…
I–I think you misunderstand. The suit turns into my clothes…
Okay, so far. Kinda reminds me of summer camp, but…
It sounds dangerous and I like that…
Yeah. But it’s also distracting having someone chew your ear off…
I thought I smelled a weird doggy odor…
It’s essentially a substance used to make people into weapons.
We can’t all be born as unlucky as me.
I don’t get that feeling anymore, do you?
The map we have is pretty loose, but luckily, you’re gonna have me leading the way…
Yup, and we’re sorely lacking in the Hulk-killer department.
I hid Cap’s ‘America’s Number One Dad’ mug someplace he’ll never find it.
Man was I glad when indoor plumbing became a thing.
So, uh… Thanks for not leaving this old man behind.
Something softer, like Bob or Moonchild…
Or… maybe it’s the fact that I somehow managed to make a new friend.
Well so much for that. So… uh… What do you like to do for fun?
But spending time with you has given me complete utter faith…
The air always feels wrong here. Makes my hair stand on end.
No. You and me, doing this? Living weapons ain’t designed to relax. Can make a fella downright resentful.
Okay, I’m on sabbatical…
Don’t get in the habit of relaxing like this. Our enemies don’t take the day off.
I’ve seen how you are together…
When you run into someone you thought was gone for years…
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A Dry Pie
Jack Horner x Fem!Reader (food critic)
Hey guys, so I didn’t write anything in English for a few years now! And I just watched Puss in Boots 2, so… he’s big, obsessive, and in a purple suit, what else do we need??
I've came up with this idea of us being an influential food critic, and i didn't see any other fic like that (if I'm wrong please do correct me) so here we go!
Part 2: https://kristowldeer.tumblr.com/post/713153178129055744/jack-horner-x-femreader-food-critic-2-part
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– Who wrote this? – the newspaper was slowly torn into pieces, – I’m asking you once again, – an extremely big man in a purple suit raised from his table, – Who wrote this?! – he slammed the table so hard, that the sound of it slightly cracking filled the air after.
– Sir, mr Horner, it’s-she- her name is (Y/N) , sir-
– I saw the name with my own eyes, you idiot! Where did she came from?! Who the hell she thinks she is?!
– Well, mr Horner, sir, – the worker couldn’t stop stuttering, – She’s the m-most influential food critic of the-
Enormous shadow was looming over the shaking “Little Jack’s Horner pie” company employee. For a second, poor fella didn’t even dare to breath, just to not anger his short tempered boss even more.
– Now listen to me closely. You will go to your tiny worthless table, with you tiny worthless feet, and will write a tiny invitation for this hag of a woman to come here and rethink her dry position about my dry pies, – for a moment the worker thought that Horner’s eye was twitching from inner aggression that he tried to suppress, – Instructions clear?
– Yes, mr Horner, s-sir!
– Now get out of my sight before I snapped your neck!
The worker ran to the door but stopped with it half open:
– Mr Horner… Should I call her hag in the letter?
He slammed the door shut just before a thrown knife could pierce his eye.
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They’ve settled on Thursday.
Two days were spent on thorough preparations and rehearsals for the “big arrival”, and maybe a dozen of deaths, because as once was said by a great man: you can’t bake a pie without loosing a dozen man. Especially when you are going to make the greatest pie you’ve ever done in your whole life.
On the night of her arrival Jack was thinking of possibilities of just exterminating the hag, as he named her earlier, but nevertheless wore his best suit and styled his hair just right. Everything was supposed to be perfect.
– She’s here! She’s here, mr Horner! – someone ran into his office.
– What? – he turned away from his mirror, – An hour earlier? Did you bake the pie already?!
– S-sir it’s in the oven, we need at least half an hour for it to be-
– Ugh, you idiots can’t do anything right! Now I’m supposed to talk with this woman to make her happy!
– Maybe someone else could-
– No! You will ruin everything, again. – he made a deep breath, – Fine. Tell everyone that we’re greeting her now as we rehearsed.
On the way out Jack suddenly stopped:
– And yes, if she will be displeased… – he slowly loomed over and said in deep whisper, – You’re all going to be very sorry.
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He stands there with his usual obnoxious grin, he was ready and he knew he did good, and looking good too. If only he could control every other employee, but for that it would take real magic, so he could only pray for them to not mess this up. Everything and everyone was clean and wearing a smile, not too wide and not too small, and god forbid if she sees any fear in their eyes.
Heavy, big doors of the factory were opening slowly. He thought to himself chucking inside: “We’ll see who’s gonna be important now, who’s going to have a last laugh, miss (Y/n)”. It was already dark outside, so before she stepped inside he couldn’t possibly see her face, but he has imagined it already for a few times. He clearly saw a witchy, long and ugly nose which she likes to put in others busyness, her crooked into unpleasant grimace lips, which were always conveying displeasure with others, and her beautiful, most magnetic eyes with long eyelashes, that where trying to get used to the sudden light. “Oh god she’s so- No! You, fool, get yourself together!” Jack felt as his cheeks were suddenly turning warmer.
No, no, no! What is it?! What is this stupid feeling doing in my head?! Oh, maybe she’s a witch? Yes! Absolutely, that’s why she has lived for so long and didn’t get herself killed with such nonsense that she writes! A witch! Magician! Maybe she could teach me magic some- No! Stupid voices, just shut up!
– Excuse me, mr Horner, is something wrong? You look slightly… alarmed? – he didn’t even notice as she came closer and was standing not so far from him.
– Ah! Miss (Y/N), I’m sorry, no, it’s just I’ve felt a little hot- I mean not well today, but I can reassure you that right now I’m completely fine.
– That’s good, mr Horner, – she slightly smiled and looked around, – So tell me… what did I do to deserve an honour of such an invitation?
Oh god her smile is so pretty- Shut it, stupid brain!
– I think that you know that very well, miss (Y/N). – they slowly started moving in the direction of his office, – I am very much interested in your… reconsideration of that thing that you’ve wrote about my- our pies.
– Ah, so you didn’t like my review? I hope I didn’t offend your feelings? – she slightly touched his elbow in reassuring gesture.
Why is she touching me? Her hand is so… tiny, fragile. I could’ve easily break it with just one hand.
– No, of course not, how could you possibly offend me? – he chuckled.
– I’m glad to hear that, – they’ve stepped into his office, – So, mr Horner, why aren’t we heading to the kitchen? Or do you want to show me something special that everyone else can’t see? – she smiled playfully.
God, what is she- why is she saying that? Is she implying on- No, she can’t possibly-
– Don’t be so serious, mr Horner! I apologise, I like to joke too much perhaps. You know, especially I like dry jokes.
Ah, she’s playing with me, just playing. Just jokes… right? Dry. Yes, the pie!
– It’s alright, miss (Y/N). I, of all people, can appreciate a good joke. About the kitchen, – he slowly walked to the wall with unicorn horns, – It’s just that we weren’t expecting you to be early. So I thought of entertaining you a little bit.
– And how exactly would you like to entertain me, mr Horner?
She’s smiling again. Is she joking? But there is no joke in this sentence! Is she… flirting with me? Impossible! Yes, I am a good one, maybe even more than good, but she? No. I don’t believe it. I’m misunderstanding the situation.
– As you can see, – he turned to face some shelfs of his, – I have a peculiar collection of different magical objects. I hope you will at least find it amusing.
– Yes, in fact I already do, mr Horner, – he could hear her soft steps, – What about this one?
Jack turned around to see her reaching out to touch a Midas’s hand, even though it was protected with special glass, his heart skipped a bit.
– Don’t! – as fast as he could he shifted to stop her hand.
I’m holding her hand. Her small, gentle hand. Mine looks so horribly enormous. Is she disgusted with it? I do look like a giant for her. I should probably release it… but she’s not moving either. Why?
– It’s… It’s dangerous to touch. Ever heard of king Midas? – Jack started to feel hotter, they were standing so close.
Extremely close. And I still hold her hand.
– Oh, yes, I didn’t, – her breaths were becoming shallow, – I mean I heard, but how do you have such a… hand?
She’s looking at my hand. So what is she asking about? I hope about- Her chest is rising so high, and oh lord that cleavage, I can’t get exited right now!
Sudden knock on the door made them step away from each other.
– What is it?
– Mr Horner, everything is ready.
– Yes, I’m coming- We, we’re coming. Miss (Y/N)?
– Alright, mr Horner. Lead the way, – she slightly smiled.
She smiles, but why is she looking… disappointed?
The two of them came to the table surrounded with every possible worker of the company, who were impatiently waiting for their sentence but still wearing a smile.
Jack pulled a chair for (Y/N) to sit at the neatly prepared table, and set across, hardly trying to hide his anticipation. The pie was served. The slice of it was looking extremely delicious, pared with a ball of vanilla ice cream, that was slowly and seductively melting in the heat of fresh bakery, mixing with a purple plum juice.
She took a bite.
I bet her lips are so delicious. Even more delicious than this damned pie. Why is she doing it so slowly? No, please, not the eye contact! She’s playing with me, she’s definitely a witch. I bet I look as red as I could possibly be. It’s good that it’s still hot in here after all the cooking. If anyone is staring at her right now, I swear-
– Delicious.
– What? – he stuttered.
(Y/N) already ate all of her slice, and slowly put a knife and a fork near the plate:
– Mr Horner, I said this pie is delicious. I think when I ate it in the restaurant it was not this fresh. Not this… wet.
– Wet? – Jack was very confused.
– Yes, mr Horner. Wet, not dry. I like my pie extremely wet.
Someone in the crowd breathed with a sound of relief, but Jack couldn’t mumble a single word. When she raised from the table, he almost jumped after her and nearly flipped over the table.
Why is this always supposed to be so awkward?! Damn it!
– Mr Horner, I would like to take what’s left from the pie with me, – she straightened her clothes and looked Jack right in the eye.
– Of course, miss (Y/N), – he didn’t even had to ask: a few workers were already dashing in the depth of kitchen, – Maybe we can provide you with something else, or-
– No need, thank you. I will see myself out.
– Of course, I will escort you-
– No need, mr Horner. I believe I’ve already took a lot of your time today.
Why is she so eager to go all of a sudden? Ah, of course, she’s bored and scared of you. What else have you expected?
Someone handled her a package with a pie.
– Oh, and mr Horner?
– Yes?
– I would like to have such a pie home-delivered to me in a few days. Can you do it for me, please?
She’s looking at me somewhat strange. What is she implying? We don’t do home deliveries! Ugh, quick, answer!
– Of course, miss (Y/N).
– Marvellous! So, I hope we’ll meet again, mr Horner. Have a pleasant evening.
And thus she walked away, leaving a big man standing frozen in the hot kitchen.
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