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sillyrabbit81 · 2 years

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So I do have a promt because 'tis the season (Halloween 🎃)

Maybe the reader, Sy, and a group of their friends go to a haunted corn maze or something (assuming Sy is okay to go to those). And maybe reader gets startled by one of the actors and accidentally stumbles into Sy, who then grabs their hand, and then they end up holding hands through the rest of the haunted whatever. Buts it's like "ahh scary haha" not actually terrified, where they continue through the maze and get scared together and reader maybe clings to Sy a lot but they're having fun and joking around.

Sy and reader have had a "will they, won't they" relationship for a while, so maybe Sy drops reader off or something, and they confess their feelings for each other. Possibly smut ending??? But that's really up to you and if you feel it flows into that. Mainly fluff.

Obviously if you don't like it don't worry! Just thought it could be a fun seasonal idea! Love all you work so much!! 😁

Summary: You and Sy have been close friends for years and the sexual tension between you has been growing palpable. Will the chills and thrills of Halloween bring you together or tear you apart?

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 10.5k

Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut, oral sex (f receiving), hand job, fingering, p in v sex.

Authors note: This turned into a monster, appropriate I guess since its Halloween. Thanks Anon for the prompt, it definitely got me thinking and the story came to me pretty quickly. I hope you enjoy it.

As always, thanks to my two close friends @amberangel112 and @henryobsessed. Your help was amazing, your encouragement necessary. Y’all have them both to thank for the smut. I was gonna leave you hanging 🤣 Thank you to @amberangel112 for the edit. Its nearly 2am here. I just wasn't up to it!

Masterlist

Practical Boundaries

As soon as your friend’s metallic blue truck pulls into your driveway you run out the door, locking it quickly and leap down the two small steps off your porch. You can’t contain your excitement. You have wanted to go to one of those Haunted Corn Maze’s for years and this Halloween you and your friends were finally going to go.

You skip towards Sy as he got out the driver’s side. He grins when he sees you, and shakes his head as he walks towards you, meeting you halfway. “You really wanna go to the maze, huh?”

You bounce from side to side, so much excitement and nervous energy pumps through your veins you can’t keep still. You grin broadly and let out a tiny squeal before standing on your toes and giving Sy a kiss on the cheek. “Let’s go!” you say as you settle back on your heels and bound to the passenger side.

Sy turns slowly rolling his eyes, deliberately taking slow steps and starts patting his pockets. “Hmm…” he says. “I can’t seem to find my keys.”

“Sy!” you whine, pulling on the door handle.

“No really, I just had ‘em and now, I can’t find ‘em.” The exaggerated look of confusion on his face and the small dimple on his bearded cheek tell you he’s kidding.

You growl and stomp back to Sy. He raises his hands in mock surrender and you tap at the numerous pockets of his cargo pants until you hear the jingle of his keys in the one on his thigh. You draw your brows together and purse your lips in faux anger, and dip into the pocket pulling his keys out.

“Hmm, maybe I shoulda put them in my back pocket.” Sy grins.

You look up at him and smirk, then pretend to slap at his balls. Sy’s eyes go wide and his hands rush to protect himself.

“Ha!” you cry like a kid. “Made you flinch!”. You press the key fob to open the trucks doors and get in, waiting for Sy to put his seatbelt on before handing him the keys.

“Cheeky bitch,” Sy says as he takes the keys and turns the car on.

“Smug bastard,” you reply, grinning. “Are we going straight there or are you picking someone else up.”

“Gotta get Dan and his new girlfriend.”

“Ugh!” you groan. Sy huffs, clearly as unimpressed with the situation as you are. “Have you met her yet?”

Sy inhales deeply. “Yup,” he says slowly.

“What she like?”

“Remember the last three girls he dated?” You nod and Sy continues, “Exactly like that.”

You slam your head back against the seat rest. “Oh God! How long do you think this one will last?”

“I’d be surprised if they make it through tonight.”

“Why’d you say you’d pick him up?” you moan at Sy. “If it’s that bad, the drive home will be awkward as hell.”

“’Cause he asked me to.”

“Good old reliable Sy,” you say sarcastically.

“Hey, I picked you up,” he says defensively.

“That’s different,” you say smugly. “You like me.”

“You sure about that, sugar?” Sy says, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re being a bastard again,” you laugh. Then you get serious, “Besides, I pick you up all the time. We’re friends. Dan just seems to call you when its convenient and never seems to be around when you need him.”

Sy grunts, you know you’ve hit a nerve. Neither of you say anything for a while and you worry you may have hurt Sy’s feelings implying that Dan was using him. Dan wasn’t a bad guy, he was just one of those people who seem to change when they are in a relationship. He is Sy’s closest friend other than you, but you feel protective of Sy and don’t like the way Dan treats him sometimes.

“Sy, I’m sorry,” you say softly. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

Turning his head towards you, he gives you a forced grin. “You didn’t say anythin’ that isn’t true.”

You look out the window, feeling a bit down, the whole discussion put a wet blanket over your excitement. You stay quiet as Sy pulls into Dan’s driveway and gives him a little toot with his horn to let him know he’s arrived.

You and Sy wait a few minutes. You start to pick at your nail polish the atmosphere in the cab is still a little tense. Sy’s hand covers yours and you glance at him. He gives you a small shake of his head then grins. You smile back and stop playing with your nails and Sy withdraws his hand.

Grimacing, Sy beeps the horn again, a little louder and more insistent this time. “Asshole,” Sy mutters under his breath. A few moments later, Dan comes outside followed by his girlfriend. She’s tall, long legged, gorgeous, an impeccable natural beauty, just like all of Dan’s girlfriends.

“She looks familiar,” you say to Sy. “You sure she’s a different one to last time?”

Sy snickers. You like making him laugh and are relieved that some of the tension rescinds.

Dan opens the door for his girl, and she shimmies along the backseat until she’s behind Sy. “Hi again Sy,” she says. At least this one bothered to learn Sy’s name. Sy nods, then she smiles at you and almost shyly says hello.

“Hi,” you reply. You wonder if Sy got his assessment wrong. Yeah, she looks just like all of Dan’s ex’s but already she seems nicer than the others. Dan gets in and says hi to Sy, then leans forward to give you a kiss on the cheek before he introduces you to Hope.

She sticks out her hand towards you, and you reach back giving it a shake. “Nice to meet you,” she says, softly. You see instantly that she really is shy, and you take pity on her.

“Nice to meet you too.” You beam at her to make her feel welcome. “Looking forward to tonight?”

Hope pulls her face into a scared look and shakes her head. “No,” she whines playfully. You genuinely laugh, you decide you like her, and your sour mood really begins to improve.

The two of you chat away as you make the thirty-minute drive outside town to the corn field. You glance at Sy, and you see a small grin on his face. He catches you looking and gives you one of his terrible winks, you giggle and shake your head before turning your attention back to Hope.

“Aw, you two are sweet,” Hope says. “You’re such a cute couple.”

Silence fills the cab, that awful silence where someone says something so wrong that everyone is stunned the words were spoken aloud. She sees the look on everyone’s face and her cheeks begin to colour.

“I’m sorry… I…”

You force a smile to cover your discomfort. “It’s cool.”

“Don’t worry yourself none,” Sy says looking at Hope in the rear vision mirror. “You ain’t the first to think it.”

“We get brother and sister sometimes too,” you add, and you don’t have to force a smile at that. You always think it’s funny when someone assumes that because in a lot of ways, Sy feels like family to you, you’ve known him so long and are so comfortable with him, you don’t remember life without him hanging around. Even when he’s on tour, you still keep in regular contact, rarely phone calls, but you send him emails and the occasional letter or gift for his birthday or Christmas.

Hope relaxes a little, but the air in the cab feels heavy and the silence is stifling. You look at the clock to see you still have another fifteen minutes until you get to the maze.

“Where’s your phone Sy?” you ask.

Sy reaches into one of his pockets and hands it to you. You put in his pin, open his music app and finding your playlist you put it on. You look in the back to ask Hope what kind of music she likes, and you see her and Dan exchanging a look and Dan shrugging. You wonder what it’s about when Sy gets your attention.

“Put some Metallica on,” he says.

“Nah, I feel like some AC/DC.”

“Pantera?”

“Guns n Roses?”

“Iron Maiden?”

“White Zombie?”

“Rob Zombie,” he suggests.

“Rob Zombie,” you agree, putting on Dragula. “Let’s get in the mood for thrills and chills!”

The atmosphere in the car slowly warms again and you laugh when you see the look on Hopes face as you, Sy and Dan start moving your heads to the beat. Obviously, this isn’t her type of music, but by the time Sy finally pulls up at the maze Hope is headbanging with the rest of you and your excitement returns as you bounce happily out of the truck.

You wait for the others to get out and you grin as you hear Sy lowly still singing along to Superbeast. Together you make your way to the entrance, Sy walks beside you as Hope, and Dan walk together in front of you.

You bump Sy with your shoulder and say softly, “I like her. She’s actually sweet.”

“Yeah,” Sy agrees. “She was much better tonight.”

“I think she’s shy,” you say. “Poor thing, I hate when I get shy.”

“What would you know about bein’ shy, Sugar?” Sy asks playfully. “I ain’t ever seen you be shy ‘bout anythin’.”

“I’m not shy with you,” you say. “I know you too well.”

Sy hums. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me too.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Like…”

Sy doesn’t finish his thought as you both hear your names, and you see the rest of your friends at the entrance. It was a big group, eleven once the four of you arrive and after everyone greeted each other you seem to split into girl and boy groups, except for Hope who looks a little lost. You pull her away from the boys and bring her to the girls, making sure she was included as you stand in line.

The maze is everything you hoped it would be. Over the top, tacky, actors in crazy make up and costumes with prop knives, chainsaws, blood, and guts and death things everywhere. You got all bouncy again and as a Zombie takes your ticket and you enter in the maze, Hope goes to find Dan and Sy falls in beside you.

You smile excitedly at him, bounding along but his pace is too slow though and a gap opens between you and the rest of the group.

“Come on Sy!” you say, grabbing his arm pulling him along. You walk around a broken wagon, and something grabs at your feet.

You yelp and your blood runs cold as an actor crawls grotesquely out from beneath the wooden cart, growling and swiping at you. You cling to Sy in fright, almost climbing his back to get away from the thing.

“Holy fuck!” you squeal as you register what happened and your blood warms with a burst of adrenaline.

Sy chuckles, he hadn’t even flinched. “You ok, Sugar?” he asks, taking your hand off his shoulder and bringing you around in front of him.

“Don’t laugh at me!” you cry. But you’re not mad, you’re laughing now the fright has passed. “They just startled me.”

“Aww you need me to protect you huh, baby?” Sy grins, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You smack playfully at his chest, pushing him away with a laugh. “Yes actually. Go ahead. Do some reconnaissance or whatever shit you guys do in the army. Protect the asset or whatever the fuck you call it.”

Sy shakes his head, and lets you go, but takes hold of your hand. “It’s called…” Then someone jumps out at Sy, machete in hand and you see Sy stiffen. “God fuckin’ Damn it!” he shouts. He looks at you out of the corner of his eye. He sees you pressing your lips together, hiding your grin. “Don’t say a fuckin’ word,” he warns pointing a finger at you, face grim.

You wrap your arms around his waist. “Aww, you need me to protect you, huh, Baby?” you ask Sy.

“Cheeky bitch,” he laughs.

“Smug bastard,” you counter.

Sy’s arms encircle your waist and for a moment your eyes hold each other’s, both of you grinning. Then Sy brushes some hair off your brow and suddenly it feels too intimate, no longer a playful hug, and you feel a heat bloom deep within you. It’s not the first time you’ve felt that with Sy, but after Hope’s assumption earlier it’s harder to shake off.

Why aren’t you and Sy together? You always have a litany of reasons in your head as to why. Sometimes it was because you were dating other people, but that wasn’t the case now. You remember whispers in your group that the reason his last girlfriend broke up with him was jealousy of your relationship. They hadn’t dated long, only a month or so, Sy never seems to keep women around long. Sy had told you that you weren’t the reason, and you believed him because you wanted to believe him. But when he looks at you the way he’s looking at you now, you wonder if he had told you the truth.

You bite your lip and let him go. Sy holds you a beat longer than necessary and seems to draw your body closer to his before releasing you. You notice the way he clears his throat and pulls at the collar of his jacket.

“Come on,” you say, surprised by how hoarse your voice sounds. “Let’s find the others.” Sy nods and holds out his hand. You hesitate a moment, maybe you shouldn’t hold his hand, maybe you’re sending the wrong signals to him. Giving yourself a mental shake to clear your thoughts, you take his hand, convincing yourself it will be more awkward if you don’t.

As you move further into the maze, you are glad you held Sy’s hand. Although it isn’t really scary, the actors startle game is on point. Both you and Sy jump a few times, sending you both into peels of laughter. It is a lot of fun, and though you would deny it to anyone who asked, you like having Sy there to hold onto. You like knowing that although he laughed, he laughed because he was happy, not because he thought you were being silly.

As you get closer to the end of the maze, you start to get a little in your head. The adrenaline in your veins has abated and you start to feel a little cold. Like he always does, Sy notices and draws you under his arm, wrapping his jacket around you. Your body presses against his and you like feeling the pleasant warmth of his body through his t-shirt. You put an arm around Sy’s back, above the shirt but beneath the jacket and rest your head against his chest.

It is scary how natural it feels, how often he’s done that for you, warmed you when you were cold or given you his hoodie or jacket. Sometimes you think he wears an extra layer just for you.

“What are we doing after the maze?” you ask Sy.

He shrugs. “I think Dan and Hope will want to home. Dan has work in the mornin’.”

“What about the others?”

“Not sure. Do you want to do somethin’ after this?”

“We could go to the bar, Glenn and Mia are always up for drinks. Or we could all go back to my place and watch some horror movies? We could stop at the store and…”

Suddenly someone jumps out of the corn at you shouting “Run!”

You scream and cling to Sy, burying your face into chest, hands clawing at his shirt. You hear Sy start to chuckle and feel his voice rumble in his chest. Then you hear Dan laughing. You turn around and see Hope shrugging her shoulders and apologetic look on her face and Dan bent over in hysterics.

“Fuck,” you breathe. “Dan, you’re such an asshole.”

“I know…” Dan says, “I’m not even sorry.”

You glower at him, then step out of Sy’s embrace feeling too warm again after your fright. You look at Sy and see him trying to keep a straight face. “You’re both assholes,” you say to Sy, who lets his laughter go.

“I’m sorry, Sugar,” Sy says. “Come back ‘ere.”

“Nah uh!” you go to Hope and link your arm with hers. “C’mon Hope.”

The guys follow the two of you as you go through the last of the maze. “Sorry about Dan,” Hope says.

“Hey, don’t apologise for someone else. Besides, I’m not mad,” you tell her. “That’s just how we are together. We all pick on each other.”

Hope bites her lip, you don’t know her well, but you think she wants to say something. “Are you ok?” you ask.

“I shouldn’t say anything,” she replies.

“Ok…” You’re curious to know what she’s thinking, but because she’s shy, you don’t want to press the issue.

You walk arm in arm for a while, still being scared by actors, but you’re both used to it by now, and other than a short squeal you continue as if nothing happened.

“I suppose you and Dan are going home after this?”

Hope nods. “Yeah, he has work and I need to get home to my cat.” She pauses and when she speaks again, she sounds like she’s trying to be casual but fails miserably. “Why don’t you and Sy do something together?”

“We will,” you say slowly. “We are going to see if the others want to meet up at the bar.”

Hope is quiet for a bit. “Look, I don’t know you and if I’m out of line, tell me…”

You breathe deeply, you think you know where this is going. “Go on.”

“It’s just that you’ve been really nice to me and… well… What’s going on with you and Sy? He obviously likes you. You like him too, right?”

You force your voice to sound flippant, “Of course I do.”

“I mean, really like him,” Hope presses.

“Well, I mean…” you sneak a peek behind you and your eyes meet Sy’s. He was looking directly at you when you turned, a small smirk on his lips as he listens to Dan chatter away. You are far enough away from them that they can’t hear you talking, but Sy looks at you as if he knows you’re talking about him. Feeling heat rise to your cheeks you turn around. “We’re just friends.”

Hope grins at you. “I think he wants more than friendship. Friends don’t look at each other like he looks at you.”

“How does he look at me?” you ask softly. You know, you’ve seen it tonight, but you keep denying it. Why do you do that?

“Like he wants to take you to his bed,” she says.

“We’re friends,” you repeat. “It’s better that way.” I’ll never lose him that way, you silently add.

“Yeah,” Hope says. “Forget I said anything.”

You reach the end of the maze and join up with the others. There’s a brief conversation about meeting up, but everyone seems to have excuses not to. It seems too forced, like everyone is busy on purpose. You smell a rat, but as you look at Sy you can’t see any hint of deception on his part.

The drive to Dan’s house is subdued. Hope lays her head on Dan’s shoulder, and they hold hands while Dan traces lazy circles over her palm. You get a flashback to a few weeks ago when you all went camping. After dinner everyone gathered around the fire, you had sat with Sy, his arm around you and he had done the same thing to your hand, calming you so much you had fallen asleep.

In that moment you realise that you and Sy had been practically boyfriend and girlfriend for years. The only thing that you lacked was commitment and physical intimacy, but then again, what Dan and Hope are doing is intimate and you and Sy do that kind of thing all the time. The only physical boundaries you haven’t crossed were kissing and sex.

It wasn’t that you wouldn’t want to kiss Sy, you do. When you boil down all your fears about taking that step from friendship to relationship, it all came down to one thing. Commitment. You don’t know if Sy could commit to you long term. You’ve never seen him date someone for longer than a few months. And when he tells you why they break up, it always feels like a superficial excuse. You don’t want to lose his friendship and it seems like taking the relationship further would be the quickest way for that to happen.

You are so wrapped up in your thoughts you don’t notice when Sy pulls up into Dan’s driveway until Hope says goodbye. You turn around and give her and Dan a hug, then wave at them as they go inside.

As Sy reverses out of the driveway he asks, “Wanna go to the store and grab some beers and junk for a movie?”

“Everyone’s busy Sy, don’t worry about it, just drop me home.”

“I ain’t busy,” he says.

Yeah, but I can’t be alone with you right now. I don’t trust myself. It would be a mistake.

“Wanna watch a Rob Zombie movie? I’m kinda in the mood after listenin’ to his music,” Sy suggests.

“Which one?” you ask.

“Halloween, or House of 1000 Corpses.”

“I haven’t watched House of 1000 Corpses in ages.” You laugh. “I’m in the mood for some Captain Spaulding. Don’t worry about getting beers, I have some in my fridge.” You blink, until the words came out of your mouth, you hadn’t realised you had decided to let Sy come over. It is too late to take them back now.

Sy grins and nods. You look out the window, biting on your thumbnail. It’s fine, you try to convince yourself, you and Sy hang out alone all the time. Nothing is going to happen.

When you arrive at your place, Sy follows you into your house hanging his jacket by the door and immediately makes himself at home, going to the fridge, pulling out a beer for himself. He opens your freezer and pulls out your vodka and starts making you a drink as you get out the disk.

“No drink for me,” you call out to Sy.

“What’s that?” Sy calls. “You want a double shot?”

You laugh. “Sy,” you whine.

He brings out the drinks and flops on the three-seater next to you. “Come on, have a drink with me.”

“Just one,” you say. “You shouldn’t have much more either, you have to drive.”

“I’ll spend the night,” Sy says smoothly. You stare blankly at him. This is what you are afraid of, this easiness he has with you, it’s too comfortable between you two and it’s all too easy to see yourself allowing something to happen. “Right here,” he adds, giving the couch a tap.

You nod then get up and turn all the lights off and settle into the movie. Sy reaches over and pulls you to him, resting your head against his chest and putting an arm around your shoulder. You go with it, he will think something is wrong if you don’t.

As was your way when you watched movies you’ve already seen together, Sy starts talking. “Did ya have a good time tonight?”

“Yeah, it was good. You?”

“Course I did.” You feel Sy’s fingers stroke your hair. “I always have a good time with you.” You lick your lips and have a sip of your drink. “I like hangin’ out with you.” Sys fingers brush your ear then skim over your neck.

You don’t breathe. You don’t know what to say. You have to say something. “I like Hope,” you deflect. “First of Dan’s girlfriends I met that I actually like.”

Sy gives a hum of agreement. “You were real nice to her tonight. Dan appreciated it. I was wrong, I think he’s serious ‘bout her. What were you two talkin’ about at the end there? Seemed real deep.”

Fuck. “Just stuff about Dan,” you lie.

You don’t know if Sy believes you, but he doesn’t call you out on it and you keep watching the movie while Sy keeps drinking his beer and playing with your hair. For a while you almost forget about feeling awkward and enjoy the movie, enjoy being close to Sy, without it getting weird. When you finish your drink and notice Sy has finished his too, you push yourself off him and he grumbles as you move.

“I was comfortable,” he complains.

“I’m going to get another drink. Want one?”

Sy nods and pauses the film. When you come back, you find Sy playing the label of his empty beer, flicking at the edges of it. He is so engrossed in whatever he was thinking that he didn’t notice you come back until you waved the new bottle in his face.

Looking up at you he gives you a quick grin of thanks and he waits until you sit on the couch and instead of putting his arms out to you, he speaks.

“Sugar, I wanna talk to you ‘bout somethin’.” Sy doesn’t look at you, he leans forward, elbows on his knees and he stares at his new bottle, rolling it between his hands.

Oh fuck. “Ok,” you say slowly.

“I’m… uh…” Fuck he’s nervous. Oh fuck, he’s going to say something about your relationship. Fuck. “I’m thinking about retiring.”

You raise your eyebrows. Sy is thinking of retiring from the army. It surprises you because you always thought he would be a lifer, rise up the ranks, be a Colonel one day. You wonder why he wants to leave. Did something happen? You always thought he coped well with military service, you rarely saw signs of trauma, even tonight with all the jump scares, he was relaxed and seemed to handle it as well as any of you.

Reaching your hand out, you lay it gently on his shoulder, “You ok, Sy? Did something happen?”

He looks at you then, looks at your hand on his shoulder, then he smiles. He covers your hand with his, gives it a pat before rubbing it and giving it a squeeze. He looks at you and meets your eyes with an intense gaze. “You’re sweet, you know that?”

You give him a brief smile. “Why do you want to leave?”

Inhaling deeply, Sy gives your hand another squeeze before leaning back into the corner of the couch so he’s facing you, one leg bent, the other foot resting on the floor. Your hand slips off his shoulder and you turn your body to face him, crossing your legs and your back leans on the arm rest. One of your knees is against Sy’s and he leans forward, gripping your denim clad thigh in his hands.

“I’ve done everythin’ I wanted to do, now I’ve had enough,” Sy says. “I don’t wanna do it no more.”

“Sounds like a good reason, Sy,” you say. “You don’t think you’ll miss it though? Won’t hanging out with us civilians all the time be a little boring?” You grin.

Sy grins back, he still seems a little nervous though. “There’ll be things I miss.” His brows furrow and he’s quiet, but you can tell he hasn’t finished talking. “But I’m sick of missin’ things here.”

There are several ways you could interpret his last sentence, but when he meets your eyes, there’s only one way you can read it. He’s talking about you. He misses you. Fuck.

Tearing your eyes away you have a sip of your drink trying to give yourself time to think. “What would you do? For work I mean.”

Sy shrugs, his eyes still bore into you. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“On you.”

For once you detect no hint of mocking in his voice, he’s serious. Fuck. You look down at your hands and start picking your nail polish off, the action is soothing to your reeling mind.

When Sy realises you’re not going to say anything he keeps talking. “I have options,” he says. “I’ve been lookin’ ‘round ‘ere, and there ain’t much. But I could do bouncing, maybe even join the police force, or fire department. My brother-in-law has offered me a job. He’s willin’ to pay good money, but that wouldn’t solve my problem since I’d have to move back home, but it could still work. Maybe. If… uh… some things don’t work the way I want, I was fixin’ t’ spend some time on an oil rig, makin’ some money then buyin’ some land or somethin’. I ain’t thought that one out too much.”

“I don’t see what any of that has to do with me,” you say, playing dumb. You know what he’s looking for. He’s looking for a reason to stay here, he wants you to tell him to stay. “What do you want to do, Sy?”

“It has everythin’ to do with you, baby. I wanna be with you.”

And there it is. Out in the open. You can’t pretend anymore. You can’t keep telling yourself you’re just friends. You feel a heat rise in your gut, a toxic burning that tastes bitter in your mouth. You feel your jaw clench and a lump rises in your throat. For a minute you think you’re going to be sick.

“Why?” you shake your head. Your voice trembles, you don’t know whether you want to cry or scream at him. “Why would you say that, Sy? Why would you ruin everything?”

“We can’t keep goin’ on like this, sugar. It’s not good for either of us.” Sy reaches forward and tries to cup your cheek. You smack his hand away and draw your knees up to your chest.

“Don’t Sy,” you say, unable to keep the venom out of your voice. “Don’t touch me.” Your breathing becomes rapid, shallow, and hard as you try and get a grip on your emotions. You don’t want to make this worse than it already is.

“Why do you fight this? I know you feel how I do,” Sy says calmly. For some reason his composed attitude makes you angrier and you unleash.

“Why? Because I don’t want to be just another girl to you Sy. I see the way you are with women. I see. I’ve seen the women you take home from the bar, I’ve seen the girls who manage to stick around for more than a month before you toss them aside. I’m not going to be one of those girls, Sy.”

“You have no fuckin’ idea what you’re talkin’ about.” Sy’s voice is quiet, but there is a dangerous tone that you have never had directed at you before.

You suck in a breath. You cautiously look up and you wish you hadn’t. You’ve never seen Sy look at you like that, his face twists with rage, and… something else. You hug your knees tighter.

Sy turns away and rubs his hand over his buzzcut hair before sliding it over his face and beard. He sighs and shakes his head. “You’re right, this was stupid. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinkin’.” He stands up and takes a few steps towards your front door.

Stunned you sit there, unable to move as he stops, his hands pump into fists then he shakes his head and keeps walking to the door. Tentatively you put your feet on the carpet and stand up. You follow him and watch Sy open the front door through the archway that leads into the hallway. He stands at the door, one hand on his jacket on the hallstand, you see the tension in his shoulders as he holds them high and tight.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, you barely hear him. You creep into the hallway and lean against the wall, waiting for him to leave. You want him to go, you want to cry, but you don’t want him to see your tears. But he doesn’t leave, he stays there for what feels like eternity. He swears again, a little louder this time, then glances over his shoulder.

Sy sees you. He’s still angry. He turns, lets go of his jacket and uses the heel of his boot to kick your door closed. The slam of the timber in its frame rattles you. Sy stalks down the hall, his eyes narrow, and dark, his body hulking as his arms barely swing. You’ve never been scared of Sy before, but seeing him like this is frightening and you back away. Your shoulder hits a corner and you’re trapped as Sy puts his hands on the wall either side of your head.

“Do you know why it never worked with those women?” Sy asks. His low, husky tone makes you look at him, and you’re shocked to see it isn’t anger he’s showing. It’s something else you’re not used to seeing from him.

You shake your head slowly. Your shallow breathing isn’t from anger or fear anymore. The heat in your body seems to come from a deeper place and warms you until you feel like your whole body smoulders.

“Yeah, you do baby,” Sy rumbles gently. He presses his body against yours, this aggressiveness is a side of him you’ve never seen, but, God, does it feel good. His hand moves to the back of your neck, and he lowers his head to yours. Your mouths are so close. You can smell the beer on his breath, the faint scent of his spicy cologne and a deeper masculine musk beneath it all. Your will is fading, he’s barely touching you and all you want to do it cry out for more. “I can see in your eyes you know why.” Sy’s thumb traces your jaw then down your throat resting just before the hollow at its base. “Because every single one was an insipid substitute for you. Each and every one was to try ‘n get you out of my head. Not one came close.”

“Sy, I don’t know what to say,” you murmur.

“Don’t say anythin’. Just kiss me.” Sy’s voice is rough and severe. Then his thumb moves up and down your throat, his touch was harsh as first, but now it’s gentler, nearly tender. “Just kiss me,” he repeats, but this time its whispered and there’s a pleading desire in his deep voice.

You’re nearly panting as your reach your hands up to Sy’s shoulders. You close your eyes and press your mouth against Sy’s. He feels warm, soft, his whiskers pricking gently at your sensitive skin only heighten the plushness of his lips. He lets out a shuddered moan that tears through you, your hands tighten, gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his hard flesh. His legs are wide, the inside of his thighs press against the outside of yours and his hips lean harder into you. You don’t fight it, you can’t, there’s nowhere else you would rather be. You pull back slightly and open your eyes. Sy’s eyes are closed, his face is almost pulled into a look of pain, his eyes look tight, his brows are drawn together and raised, his jaw is tense.

“More,” he sighs.

You kiss him again, your lips parted slightly as you brush them over his. This time Sy kisses you back and you can’t suppress the moan in your throat. His hips move against you in slow circles and with each firm pass you feel him grow harder and your core starts to throb with a dull ache. The arm that leans against the wall begins to snake around your waist and he draws you closer.

Sy pulls back, breathing as hard as you are, and he rests his forehead on yours. His hand on your neck moves slowly caressing you and he opens his eyes. “Your heart is beatin’ so fast,” he murmurs. “I can feel it here.” His fingers press softly into your neck, nudging at your vein. Then he takes your hand in his, and laying it on his heart, he holds it there, pressing it hard against his shirt. “Can you feel mine?” he asks softly. You nod, you can, it feels so strong, so unwavering, but so fast. “It’s just like yours.”

“I’m nervous, Sy,” you say.

“Me too,” he says.

“I’m scared,”

Sy gives you a small smile before he admits, “me too.” His hand is on your cheek, his long fingers slide into your hair and his thumb slowly moves over your lips. His body is still pressed against you, though he is motionless except for the heavy rise and fall of his chest. His eyes aren’t still, they roam your face taking you all in, rapidly moving over you like he can’t decide where to look.

You look away, feeling overwhelmed, he overwhelms you, crowds you, fills your senses until there’s nothing but him. “Don’t do that. I’ve wanted to look at you like this for so long.” Sy’s fingers move over you, over your brows, your cheeks, your nose and your jaw, caressing you like you’re a porcelain doll or glass statuette. “You’re so beautiful,” he says.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding; it comes out in a sob and you gasp. You try and get hold of yourself, but you feel tears coming fast and knowing you can’t stop them you bury your face into Sy’s chest.

“Shh, baby,” Sy says. He drops his head low, nuzzling into your neck. His words and tone are soothing as he whispers in your ear. “You’re ok. I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”

You don’t want to cry, but you can’t stop. Every supressed emotion comes hurtling to the surface. You’re still scared, still worried that you’ll lose Sy, but you’re also relieved, relieved of all the tension between you, all the yearning, all the desire you feel that you had forced into a corner of your mind, hidden away from the surface so that he can’t hurt you. You feel so vulnerable, so bare, so defenceless, but so is he. The realisation that this is difficult for him too is what you need to start to gain some control, and your tears slowly abate. You’re not going to go through this alone, Sy is going through it too.

Sniffling, you lift your head, and see Sy’s tear stained shirt. “I’m sorry,” you say. “Your shirt’s all wet.”

Sy grins. “I could take it off it it’ll make ya feel better.”

Despite everything you laugh. “Sy…” you whine.

“Come ‘ere,” Sy rumbles. You wrap your arms around his waist and Sy give you a bear hug, complete with growl. He is still grinning, as he softens his hold and lifting his shirt, he wipes your tears away. “I didn’t mean to make ya cry, sugar.”

“I know, it’s just a lot.”

“For me too.”

Still sniffling, you feel a little lost. “What are we going to do now Sy?”

“There’s no rules,” Sy says. “We can just keep doin’ what we’ve been doin’. ‘Cept I get to kiss ya whenever I want.” As if to prove his point he lifts your chin and brushes his lips over yours. It’s not like his kisses from before, he’s holding back after your little freak out, but it still feels amazing.

“What about whenever I want?” You ask teasingly.

“Baby, you can kiss me whenever you want to. I ain’t gonna say no.” Grinning you tug on his neck, bringing his mouth to yours for a brief kiss. Sy hums as you pull away and his eyes seem to shine. “I like you kissin’ me.” He breathes deeply, a satisfied smile on his face as he takes your hand. “Wanna finish watchin’ the movie?”

You nod as Sy leads you back to your couch. He makes you wait while he takes his boots off and lays down. Then he pulls you on top of him, facing him and your head rests on his chest. His arms wrap around you, and you do the same, tucking your fingers between his back and the couch.

“Comfy?” Sy asks.

“Yeah,” you reply, pressing your ear to his chest, you can hear his heartbeat, slower now, but still faster than you’d expect, but you can also hear the vibrations of his voice as he speaks, and it makes you smile.

You watch the movie a while, using the time to reflect on what happened. You feel better after your cry, the tightness you felt in your chest since Hope made the comment in the truck is gone and you breathe easier. You’re not completely relaxed, there is still a tension, but it’s a pleasant one. It’s exciting being in Sy’s arms now, not just comforting. There is an air of anticipation that both of you seem to be happy to ignore for now.

Sy’s hands play with your hair and caresses the skin on your neck. After a while he gets bold, slipping his fingers beneath your shirt, tracing your spine, and rubbing your back and shoulders. The movie finishes but Sy makes no move to stop touching you. It feels nice and you want to feel him too, so you lift his shirt a little, revealing a slither of his stomach. You hear Sy suck in a breath and when you slip your hand under his shirt, you’re rewarded with a hum. His body is so warm, you knew that already, but you had never felt his bare skin before. You feel his stomach muscles tighten as you run your fingers down his side and for a while, you barely feel him breathe. You notice a change in texture and realise your fingers have found a scar. Its small by the feel, and you wonder how he got it.

“IED Afganistan,” he murmurs. You look up at him, surprised at his admission. “Before I met you.”

You reach up and touch the faded scars on his cheek, you can barely notice them, they’re more like a graze. “Same one?” you ask softly.

Sy shakes his head. “Iraq,” he says. “I met you just after I came back from that tour.”

Not sure what to say, you nod, slowly. Sy’s hands move to your waist, and he slides you up his body until your face hovers above his. God, he’s strong, he pulls you like you weigh nothing. He lifts your shirt a little, and he slips a hand underneath, and you feel his warm, work hardened skin on your lower back. His other hand slips over your ass and grabs your thigh, opening your legs enough for him to put his between yours. He bends his knee, and your eyes widen at the sudden pressure between your legs.

“Oh God,” you mumble. Your stomach flips as Sy’s hand holds the nape of your neck, drawing you close and the other splays over the bare skin of your back. “Sy…” you start to say. It’s too much, too sudden, too fast and you feel the tightening in your chest again.

“We’re just kissin’,” Sy says, soothingly. You feel his thumb trace the shell of your ear. “We’re keepin’ our clothes on, ok?”

You nod and let yourself be guided to his mouth. He kisses you like before, lips soft, mouth closed, and you kiss him back the same way. His kiss is soothing, seductive, and sensual and you allow yourself to melt into it.

Sy’s tongue flicks over your lips, coaxing you to open for him. With a soft moan you do, and you feel Sy’s body tense, his arms tighten around you. When you meet Sy’s tongue with yours it’s like a switch is flipped and Sy groans, both his hands rush to your ass squeezing your cheeks, pressing you onto his thigh as his hips rise.

Feeling a rush between your legs, it doesn’t feel like just kissing anymore. Sy doesn’t feel restrained either. His tongue becomes forceful, demanding as he explores your mouth. His hand returns to your head, keeping you close to him and the other glides up your side, over your shirt, until he finds your breasts.

Too aroused now, you find yourself unable to stop touching Sy either. Those arms of his, you longed for years to feel them beneath your fingers. You let them move over his bicep, curled from holding you tightly it feels hard as a rock as you grasp him. Your other hand slides over his belly under his shirt and you arch your spine up to give you room to feel the trail of thick hair that disappears into his pants.

“Fuck,” Sy growls into your mouth. “You’re so fuckin’ hot,” he breaths. His hips roll again, pressing his straining pants into your hips. You rock your hips in response, and don’t bother supressing the moan as it passes your lips.

You want him so badly, you want him to tear your clothes from your body, you want his mouth on you, you want to touch him, you want to look at him, you want to feel him inside you.

“I can’t tell you how long I wanted this, wanted you.” He presses your forehead against his, keeping you there as his eyes stare into yours. “I almost told you a thousand times…” he shakes his head. “Can’t believe I waited so long.”

“Why now?” you ask. You bring your hand up to his cheek and play with his beard. It makes you smile; you have wanted to do that forever.

“I knew I wanted to leave the army, but I didn’t know what I was gonna do.” Sy chuffs and sucks his lip into his mouth like he does when he thinks. His hands don’t stop moving over you, but he’s just feeling you now, not pawing or squeezing. “When my brother-in-law offered me work, I wanted to say yes, but my first thought was you. I couldn’t go, not without tellin’ you how I felt.”

“And now?”

“Now, I’m stayin’ here. With you.”

“You really gonna be a cop?”

“Dunno. It’s an option.” Sy shrugs, “I could go back to school and get an MBA, maybe teach. I’ll figure it out.”

“But you’ll stay here,”

“I’ll be wherever you are.”

“You’re really serious about this,” you say, partly to yourself.

“’Bout you,” Sy clarifies. “I’m real serious ‘bout you.”

Sy brings his lips to yours. In what seems to be a pattern, his kiss starts soft, gentle like he’s holding back. Then something triggers in him and his kiss changes, he becomes rough, urgent, his lips and tongue become commanding, dominant. Despite being on top of him, he’s in control, and you like it.

You press your body against his, your hands slip under his shirt again, seeking his warmth. Your hips move, you can’t stop them, you want to get closer to him, closer to all that muscle, all that strength. You want to feel overwhelmed again, you want him to fill you until there’s nothing but you and him, until nothing else matters because nothing else does.

Holy fuck. You’re in love with him.

Crap. You freeze up. Shit. Sy notices immediately pulling his head back, looking at you confused. Fuck. It’s too soon for that. Who are you kidding? You’ve been in love with him for ages. Shit. Sy’s still looking at you. You try to kiss him, push the thought out of your mind, but Sy pulls back.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

Cupping Sy’s cheeks you bring him back to your mouth. “Nothing,” you murmur and slide your tongue into his mouth. Sy hums and kisses you back. For a moment you think you got away with it. Then Sy pulls away again.

“Somethin’s wrong. Did I do somethin’?” Sy asks.

Shaking your head, you kiss Sy again, trying to distract yourself and him. “Nothing, just kiss me.”

“No,” Sy says. “What happened.”

“Fuck,” you say and scramble off Sy. He lets you go, swinging his long legs off the couch and sitting upright. You pace the room, you can’t stay still, you’re too restless. Your mind is reeling and your body… Your body is on fire.

Glancing at Sy, you see he’s not in a much better state. You catch him with the heel of his palm at his pants, readjusting himself, the sudden change of position must be uncomfortable.

You want to look away, but you can’t. Knowing he’s hard like that… You want to see it, feel it, God, you want it in your mouth. Sy sees where you’re looking and half smirks, opening his legs a little wider.

“Is that what’s got you worried, sugar?” Sy asks. “Just cause I’m ready, doesn’t mean we gotta do anythin’.”

You feel heat rush to your cheeks. Fuck, but you want to. “It’s not that. I mean, it kind of is, but no.”

Sy grins and stands, pulling you into his arms. Oh God, now you can feel it. “So, what’s the problem?” The problem is that you want to him too much, you’re in too deep, and this thing between you hasn’t even started. You thought he was attractive before, but now, Christ, now that he’s unleashed the full extent of his raw, dominant, masculine sexuality, you feel out of control.

“I don’t know what’s happening here,” you mumble, hiding your face against his chest. Your nose fills with his scent again, everything about him is so alluring.

“Whatever you want is happening,” Sy reassures you. Despite his raging hard-on, he holds you soothingly, rocking gently side to side as if dancing, his head is lowered so you can hear his deep resonating voice in your ear. “I can’t hide how bad I want you, not anymore, the barn door is wide open now. But I can be patient.”

“That’s not what scares me.”

“Tell me, baby. Talk to me. It can’t be that bad.”

“I think I’m in love with you Sy,” you say softly and hold your breath.

Sy laughs. Your eyes narrow, fury rises swiftly, and you don’t want him to touch you. How could he laugh at you? You knew it was too good to be true. You knew you’d be like every other girl. What made you think you were special to him? You try to push him away, but he doesn’t let you go.

“Shh,” Sy says. “Sorry, I just… Is that what’s got ya all tangled up in knots?” You nod. “You think I don’t feel the same way?”

“I don’t know,” you mumble.

“You don’t know?” he shakes his head. He lifts your chin and makes you look at him. “Baby, I am so fuckin’ in love with you.”

Your jaw drops. “Really?”

Sy chuffs. “You really didn’t know?” You shake your head. “I thought you knew. I thought there was no way ya couldn’t have known.”

You shake your head again. Sy’s eyes seem to darken, his mood changing on a dime. He licks his lips as he slips a bent leg between yours.

“Tell me again.” Sy’s voice is deep, and gravelly. “I wanna hear it again.”

Your mouth feels dry, but you swallow and in a hoarse voice you say, “I think…”

Sy stops you. “Not ‘I think’. You know, baby. You know you do. Tell me.” He’s leaning over you, an arm around your waist close to him while the other wraps around your neck. “I wanna hear it.”

How can he be so demanding? And how can you be so willing? You don’t know, he just is and you just are.

“I’m in love with you, Sy.”

Sy’s eyes close and this close you can see his jaw clench as he curses under his breath. When he opens his eyes, you gasp. They’re dark, lust filled blue orbs, his lids are heavy. His lip curls in a near snarl, and his throat rumbles. Then his lips are on yours, his kiss is frantic, tongue deep in your mouth, exploring, leaving no part of you untouched. He starts walking you to the couch, his lips never leaving yours, but you want something else.

Everything is out in the open now. Its liberating, and you feel your sense of control come back. If you and Sy are going to do this, you don’t want to dance around it, you’ve been doing that far too long.

You step away from him, he clutches at you, not wanting to let you go, but you’re insistent and he loosens his hold. Gathering every last ounce of courage you have; you cross your arms over your body and grip the hem of your shirt.

With wide eyes Sy reaches for you, you grin and step back. He growls at you, “Come ‘ere.”

You shake your head and lift your arms, bringing your t-shirt over your head before dropping it to the ground.

“Fuck,” Sy groans. He grabs at you again, but you keep backing away heading towards your bedroom.

Grinning, you put your arms behind your back, holding the clasp of your bra. “I want to go to bed Sy,” you say.

“Do you?” Sy smirks.

You don’t know how he does it, but despite following you, he makes you feel like he’s stalking you. He reaches behind his head and pulls his shirt off, bringing it over his body. Your eyes widen as his shoulders are revealed, the muscles rolling beneath his lightly tan skin. Sliding his shirt down his arms he drops it to the floor. You bite your lip; he was magnificent as he prowls down the hall.

“You gonna take that off, baby?” Sy asks as his hands go to his belt.

Reaching your bedroom, you back up until your legs hit the edge of the bed. Sy stands in the doorway, belt undone, pants open resting on his hips, his dark underwear not able to disguise the hard bulge straining against the fabric. He licks his lips, his eyes aflame as he takes a slow step towards you.

You can hardly contain your excitement, every part of you is trembling and for a minute you think you can’t undo your bra. Then it falls apart and you hold it to your chest as Sy approaches. You’re damn near hyperventilating by the time he reaches you, his small smirk only adding to the feeling that you were playing with fire and about to get burned.

Sy’s tongue moves over his teeth as he looks over you. You think he’s going to take off your bra, but instead he grabs at your pants. His thick fingers make quick work of the buttons and squatting down he slides them down your thighs. He looks up at you through thick lashes, his blue eyes flashing with mirth and lust. He taps your left leg and you lift it and he pulls the tight denim off before tapping your right leg and repeating the process.

“Still waitin’ for ya to take that off, sugar,” he says, from his knees as his hands move smoothly up and down your legs.

His eyes stay on yours as he lays a kiss on your belly, just above your plain black cotton underwear. His beard tickles at your skin and you instinctively pull away.

Growling Sy grabs your ass pulling you close as he continues to leave wet kisses bellow your belly button. “You’re not goin’ anywhere.” But he smiles as his kisses move lower and you can feel the heat of his breath as he puts his mouth over your covered mound.

“Fuck, Sy,” you moan, your hands dropping your bra as you reach for his head. Your fingers glide over his velvety hair and you hear him groan. You feel dizzy, breathless, weak at the knees. You would fall if he wasn’t holding you.

As if he knew you were wavering Sy stands and lowers you onto your bed. His bare chest presses against yours, his thick thighs push yours apart as he quickly loses his pants. He rests his weight on his elbows and his fingers stroke at your hair. He gives you whiplash, one moment he’s full of frantic, animalistic, primal passion, the next he’s almost a gentleman, tender and slow.

“You good?” he asks.

You nod and smile. Placing a hand on his neck, you bring his mouth to yours. You swipe your tongue across his lips, and he practically purrs as he opens his mouth. You feel his cock against your open legs, and he rubs against you, moving in slow tight circles. Sy’s hands are everywhere, stroking, petting, squeezing, kneading. Your hands are just as busy, moving over the flexing muscles of his arms, back and chest. Your body surges, you can’t stop writhing under his touch, hips rocking to meet his. Sy is so vocal, groaning, moaning, cursing into your mouth as his hands glide over you.

“I love the way you touch me, baby,” Sy says with a shiver as your fingers glide over his nipple.

“You feel so good Sy,” you murmur.

Sy moves his mouth to your ear and says in a low, husky voice, “I want to be inside you.”

“Fuck,” you cry. The words alone send a ripple of heat through your body.

You feel Sy lift his hips from yours and he lowers your panties and his underwear quicker than you think. His hand slips between your legs, his fingers run over your swollen, wet folds and you moan, widening your legs.

“Holy shit, baby you’re drenched,” he mumbles. He’s gentle as he slips his finger inside you. Your body heaves, back arching, hips rocking as his palm presses against your clit. His mouth is hot as he starts to kiss your breasts, slowly moving down your body.

Any other day, you would let his path of kisses continue, but not today. You were desperate, needy, you need him inside you and not even the thought of his mouth on you is enough.

You dig your heels into his ass as you paw at Sy, dragging him back. He looks confused, “I want to,” he says.

Shaking your head, you reach between you, letting your fingers glide over his length. Sy groans and slips another finger into your throbbing, aching core, pumping his fingers harder as your hand wraps around his shaft. God he’s thick, heavy in your hand, and you feel him pulsing in your soft grip.

“I need this, Sy,” you moan. “I need you inside me.”

“I ain’t gonna last, baby,” Sy admits without shame. “Ya got me too fuckin’ worked up. I wanna make you cum.”

“Keep doing what you’re doing, I’m so close.” You are, so, so, close. You claw at Sy, your nails dig into those broad, muscular shoulders.

“Fuck it,” Sy says and slips out of your grasp. You want to protest but the heat of his mouth on your clit renders you speechless.

Mewling, moaning, twisting, your body cries out for release. You look down at Sy, his eyes are so hungry, and you watch him as he sucks you lightly into his mouth. Your body tenses, you hold your breath, as that familiar warmth spreads from deep within your gut.

“Oh fuck! Sy!” You cry as you fall apart, he growls into you, his eyes never leave you as he watches the tension release from your body and waves of torrid pleasure roll over you.

When Sy’s mouth releases you and his fingers withdraw, you feel shaken. You have never cum so fast in your life, but then again, you have never had years of foreplay, years of burning desire supressed and ignored only to be unleashed in one short night.

It takes you a moment to realise Sy is talking to you, the pressure of the satiny head of his cock pressing against your core brings you back to reality.

“Do you still…” You don’t let Sy finish talking. You pull his mouth to yours, and he groans, pushing himself into you. He fills you, stretches you, consumes you, it’s like you feel him through your entire being. “Fuck,” Sy spits out through gritted teeth. “You’re so fuckin’… you’re everythin’.”

Sy’s mouth covers yours as he starts to move. He moves slowly, steadily, as his hands move over you. You go with him, matching his movements with your own, and you feel his pace start to build.

Breaking your kiss Sy looks at you, his hand resting on your neck as his thumb slides over your cheek. You smile at him and mirror his action, your fingers sliding into his soft beard. Your thumb brushes over his lips and he kisses it, the tenderness of the moment surprises you. Then he brings his forehead to yours, noses nudging playfully against each other.

“I love you,” Sy whispers. “I love you so fuckin’ much.”

Your heart skips then hammers in your chest. His words send a swirling warmth through you. You wrap your arms and legs around him; you want him closer, you want him deeper, you just want him.

“I love you too, Sy,” you whisper back.

Your mouths meet in a scorching twisting of lips, tongues and teeth. Sy doesn’t hold back as he grips your hip and his thrusts become rapid, powerful. All you can feel is him, all you can smell is him, all you can see is him, all you think of is him.

Sy lifts his head, and gives a primal, wordless shout as he releases. He’s beautiful as he cums, his body glistens as he breaks a sweat, his muscles ripple and his face is set with an expression of orgiastic ecstasy.

Falling beside you on the bed, Sy is quick to gather you in his arms, rolling you to face him. His eyes are hooded, still basking in his post orgasm haze, his fingers caress your face. He smiles at you, seemingly lost for words. You return his smile, and he kisses you with a laziness that seems appropriate considering how exhausted you both are.

When Sy pulls away, he tugs at the covers and you both crawl beneath them and wordlessly reach for each other again. You rest your head against his chest, and you feel him kiss your forehead. You don’t speak again, you don’t need to, everything has already been said.

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Royal siren erasermic family? They like adopt you after you hatch from an egg bc they found you or something idk and take you back to the castle and make you their little princess or something cute and fluffy like that.

YANDERE SIREN ERASERMIC FAMILY X BABY PRINCESS READER

Shinso was just out and about, swimming through some forbidden areas he wasn’t supposed to be in, avoiding sharks, when he found an iridescent little ball under some rubble of a shipwreck, it made his gills tingle at the sweet aura that it emmited, he knew, that this creature, was something to protect. It was up until he saw something moving inside that he thought it was just some ancient treasure that would’ve died with this ship, he examined it closer, squinting his eyes, that’s when he realized, it was a Siren. A baby one at that, usually they hatched out of boring white eggs, the royal family’s were gold, but a shiny color changing white that combated the finest of jewels? Never, this little pip was special, he could feel it.

So he brought it back home, through his “balcony window”, debating wether or not he should tell his parents. As you know, he was somewhere where he was not supposed to be, and they would throw a fit. Then again, whatever this thing was, he couldn’t just keep it to himself, something was living inside it, and he wouldn’t know if something was wrong, so he has too. When he did, it came as a suprise that his parents weren’t mad, they jsut kindof stared at the orb, inhaling the addictive scent it gave off, the three huddled around it, aizawa carefully picking the Small thing up, it was only about the size of a pumpkin, extremely easy to pick up, yet he could still feel the heartbeat of a creature inside, it just had to be one of the sirenfolk , there isn’t any other explanation. He stared at it in confusion, noticing the small cracks staring to form.

Then a little hand popped through, and scared the shit out of all of them.

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As it turned out, you were in fact a siren, a rare subtype of them, thought to have gone extinct long, long ago. The opal-looking scales that littered your arms and tail showed proof of it, this species were intensely more fragile, and weaker, that’s why they went extinct, as they couldn’t hear, and a small crabs pinch could cause major bone breaks, they were just too weak, yet so beautiful. That’s why they were coveted among the royal family. It only helped their growing obsession taht you were so cute.

It might’ve been an act of I’mpulse, but they just needed to have you as their own, of course, their word is law, so they could’ve just kept you, but they felt the need to make it official, they’d already had two pips, you’re just their third! It was simple, of course, you specific species could be born into sirenfolk families, it was just so rare that it had only happened once. You were just so cute, so fragile, just something so breakable, they just

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To protect this tiny lil thing, it was instinctual to feel a protective pull over their little pups, and boy were they feeling that right now, you were special, not just any baby, but you were theirs. Their special little pup, nothing would ever lay a hand on you, ever. It had only be a few days, and word spreads through the underwater kingdom like a wave, from the servant maid who showed them how to take care of you, to the head maid, to a citizen, to the fisher, and eventually, by the end of the week, the whole kingdom was eagerly waiting to get a glimpse of their new princess.

And boy were they shocked to find out it was an opalite, the most rare of rare sirens in the world. Immediately after they had shown you to the world, sitting in a large clam as it was pulled by sharks, the citizens fell in love with you, maybe it was the fact that you were related to their beloved royals, maybe because the royal family would intensely glare at anyone who made negative comments, maybe it was the fact that a few of those people went missing, but who knows right?

You still hadn’t been able to open your eyes yet, and you won’t be able to hear them for a very long time, your hands were about the size of aizawas eye, and you looked closer to a fish than a human, as you hadn’t even developed your face yet, another plus to being the endangered species, note the sarcasm. And guess what? They found it so adorable, just their cute little baby, their little pup who can’t even protect themselves from the water around them. They just loved every part of your little body, from your tails, to your tiny little hands, to your shiny gills. It was all just so perfect- you were so perfect, and you were theirs, they were gonna protect you at all costs.

So of course they did, you were just so tiny right now, they knows practically anything could hurt you, so they opted to be around you all the time, only leaving to hunt for humans that would suffice for their tastes, drawling them in, determined because of that little smile of yours. You motivated them to do it, they were doing this for you. It have them all a sense of pride to have you feel safe with them, to rite them you. On their own terms.

Eri was constantly around you, being that she was a young one just like you, and you were her little sister! So she wanted to always be around while you made those echoing gurgling noises, or flapped your hands around in the water, she didn’t have responsibility in the kingdom yet, unless being cute is a job, so she can be with you jsut as much as she wants. Always sitting with you while you played with the floating pearls that they had arranged over your play area, watching you feel new things, holding you while you dozed off with adorable little bubbles, she always was with you.

Like now, she’s been with you all day, giving you little snacks, glaring at the guards at the door who always had their eyes on you… creeps. The sun was almost setting, and when you’re low down in the ocean it goes pitch black after a little while, and that’s when the jellyfish come out, tonight was one of the most special days out of the year in the northern oceans, the jellyfish festival, the one night a year when the rare white jellyfish would come out to say hi, leaving trails of shimmering sparkle behind them, painting the upper levels of the ocean a shiny silver. It just so happened that it occurred on your first birthday, a very small increment to sirens, as they live almost a billion years, but still a big accomplishment in their eyes. Look! Their little baby girl is turning one! How amazing!

“Do you see them hon? Look, they’re just starting to appear” Aizawa asked both you and eri calmly, swishing his hand through the salty water to pint at the new appearance of white and purple blobs, slowly flouncing their way overhead. Eri smiled up at it, her pointed teeth displayed in full view, her eyes shined at the view, not only of the huge jellyfish, but also at you, who was placed delicately in mics lap, sat up against his chest. Little bubbles escaped your mouth as you blew raspberries into the water, just making the family laugh.

“Mm-hmmm! Look! Look! How pretty! I wanna touch em! Can I touch em!” She yelled at her parents, excitedly pointing towards the jelly’s floating towards the surface, her hair floated behind her as she swished around, shinsho just chuckled, knowing that she eventually would try to touch them, and get zapped, again, like last year, and the year before, and the year before.

“No hon. Don’t do that to us again, you wanna wish your sister a happy birthday? She’s probably really exited!” Mic cheered, distracting his daughter from touching the jellyfish, yet again, meanwhile, you were happily bouncing up and down on his lap, enjoying the freedom of your arms, swishing them all over the place, grabbing the beads around your neck, jsut anything.

“But dad! Why not! It’s not like it’s hurt me or anything I’ll be fi-“ she begged, throwing her hands up in a small tempter tantrum, clearly forgetting her previous events of pain, and idiocy.

“No- nope no no, we aren’t doing this again, please honey, just please, remember last time, we had to clean up your wounds OUTSIDE-of water, you hate going to the surface remember? “

“Yeah but-“ she started speaking, but was soon cut off with a loud giggle, resonating through your lips, kindof rare for you, you hadn’t been very vocal outside of a few gurgles here and there, so it had each and every ones heads turning. That’s when they saw it, your beautiful eyes, shin sing in reflection to the jellyfish. Those beautiful little eyes of yours mesmerized all of them, a pitch black (for protection from the salt), with a shiny silver-like pupal, immediately after they opened, a burst of color filled your vision. You giggled and clapped your hands together with a small toothless smile, watching as the floaty creates went overhead, glittering with the light.

The absolutely gorgeous splash above was admired by the family form their own viewing post, the blues and whites combined to make a heavenly display. You could feel the cool sprinkles of light they emmited hitting your skin, smiling at the feeling, you splayed your hands out and flailed them against the water.

“Ohhhhhh- oh wow. Honey! Honey look! Her eyes opened! Look at taht! Aren’t you just so magical! Look at you, my little pup.” Mic smacked Aizawa over the chest multiple times, pointing at your clearly opened eyes, you just remained oblivious, staring up at all the new things around you, like.. everything! He turned you around to face him, letting you actually see his face for the first time, taking in the long yellow hair, the (also) black eyes, the ethereal face dotted with shiny yellow gills, him, you could see him!

“She’s developing smoothly, I’m glad. Awww, that’s pretty cute.” Aizawa replied to him, holding in his emotions, as soon as he met those new eyes of yours it’s like everything else disappeared, like the world itself didn’t exist, outside of him, and his fmaily. You took his breath away, or what you could call breath, so cute and innocent, such a small thing, that brings so much joy. Your little tail swished back and forth as you stared up at them happily, taking in the features of the people you’d learned to recognize by touch. Blowing raspberries out of your lips with a stream of bubbles.

“Awwwww! I’m gonna cry, she’s growing so fast! Soon she’ll be swimming in her own! In like 200 years! Too soon, way too soon. Comers baby- mm hmmm” mic spoke, knowing full well that even if he did cry, his tears would get sucked in by the ocean. He pulled you close, moving your head I’ve this shoulde is it would rest in the crook of his neck while he hugged you, eventually, the others joined in, eri practically flopping ontop (with careful regard for you of course).

They all stared at you, while you stared up at the “sky”, oblivious to their stares, to the ways they would growl at anyone who came close, to how they kept you from seeing anyone other than what they personally approve. After all, you are jsut their little pup, of course you wouldn’t notice! Their little pup… feels right to say that, it isn’t like you have any family waiting, they aren’t ever gonna come here.

And if they ever did?

Then, well, a few mermaids are going missing

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Thanks for requesting, this was fun to write!

Have a great day today! Goodbye.

#yandere aizawa #yandere erasermic x reader #yandere erasmic #yandere erasermic #yandere erasermic family #yandere siren #yandere fantasy #yandere x child reader #yandere x reader #yandere platonic #platonic yandere #platonic obsession

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shmobugsbrainrot · 2 years

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gravity falls character headcanons!!!!

dipper played baseball for a while, and was pretty good at batting. he can't catch for shit though cause he's scared of getting hit by the ball. that's why he used the shovel as a bat and hit that disco ball at the zombies (scary oke)

mabel is really good at wiring, since she has those sweaters that light up and play music and stuff. mcgucket would definitely give her instructions on stuff like that during future summers

wendy's actually a lesbian going through comphet. my reasoning for this is that she breaks up with guys pretty fast and often, and doesn't really seem all that excited to get into a relationship with them: "yeah, I guess so."

(also I'm a lesbian and kin her so it's basically canon /j)

dipper and mabel are both pretty chubby, mabel moreso than dipper. she has a bit more muscle mass whereas he doesn't have much muscle at all

as the younger twins grow up, it became clear that mabel is the taller one. she beats dipper by an inch and so he wears shoes with padding inside because he's petty

once pacifica started getting more freedom after weirdmageddon, she started getting into more grungy/alternative fashion. since her favorite color is hot pink, she started actually buying like crop tops in that color and pairing them with ripped jeans and combat boots and cool jackets and stuff. she's more expressive with her style

stanley and ford eventually came clean about everything to their ma, who gave them a long and hard lecture about being knuckleheads and to never do that again, before hugging them super tight and saying she missed them

filbrick is dead. as he should be

caryn pines is a badass and a GOOD MOTHER. she couldn't do anything about filbrick kicking stan out cause she just woke up and was caring for a BABY like she didn't know what was happening and I don't think filbrick would've let her bring stan back. if I see anyone hating on her I'm tearing up your lawn

wendy likes shitty romcoms cause she can make fun of them, and gravity falls by far has some of the worst she's ever seen. secretly she thinks they're sweet but it's hard to take them seriously when the filming is done so horribly

soos actually is trilingual, knowing english, spanish, and japanese. he taught himself japanese and since he's a huge fan of animes it helped to watch subbed shows until he got it, same way with spanish even though he already grew up with it

pacifica is a major germophobe cause of her upbringing. her parents essentially taught her to be afraid of not being clean, which is why she acts the way she does about the shack or touching mcgucket's hands during weirdmageddon

pacifica eventually works at greasy's diner, and actually enjoys it. even though it isn't the cleanest, she likes being able to earn her share and repairing her relationship with the townsfolk

they're all autistic. every character. all of em, and here are their stims

mabel: flapping her arms and legs, echoing what people say, pressure stim, rocking, chewing her hair

dipper: chewing, wringing his shirt, rocking, shaking out hands

stanley: patting himself, lip trills, clicking, some verbal stims where he sings, humming

stanford: tapping, pulling on his hair, twirling pens and dice between his fingers, swaying, hitting himself (only during meltdowns), pressure stim

wendy: pacing, swaying, tugging her hair, spinning her axe, humming

soos: patting himself, mouth popping, rocking on his feet, messing with his tools

pacifica: screeching, rocking, pressure stim, pulling her hair, hitting herself

fiddleford: slapping/patting himself, tapping his feet, dancing while standing, swaying, tilting his head back and forth

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missblissy · 3 years

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Human Alastor x reader playing Bowling? (Idk i just like that type of date hhaha) Maybe just them or maybe with friends

((>W>.............................. js I hate bowling. But I love you nonny, so for you..... I made this. ENJOY!! Sorry for the wait *cries*))

How goes bowling these days? Is that even still a thing? And why would anyone want to go bowling other than to drink? But no one drinks have the time... people just go for the pin and balls. Maybe it had to do with long and round phallic objects and balls rolling around. Regardless, your friends had dragged you to go bowling for whatever reason. And you decided to drag Alastor along because if you had to suffer, so did your boyfriend. It was also a bonus that he got along with your friends as well... some of them at least.

It was Charlie's idea mostly. She was someone who always wanted to go out and try new things. It was something she lived by apparently because this week's new activity was bowling at one of those dark neon allies with an arcade built-in. Charlie managed to talk her girlfriend, Vaggie, into coming too. Angel came because he also assumed there would be drinks but found out there wasn't a damn bar inside. You honestly had no idea how or why Husk was even there because he was completely and entirely miserable. If you had to guess it had something to do with you forcing Alastor to come.

Anyways, you and your little group of friends had found themselves staring down an alley with those silly little shoes on. Angel wouldn't wear his though, he wouldn't let their piss shade of yellow clash with his outfit.

You were sitting in plastic chairs next to Angel as you watched Charlie and Alastor go up next. You had two lanes so they went together. Angel sat next to you, he grabbed an arm behind you on the back of your chair and leaned in, "Five bucks says Allie gets the gutter," He whispered loud enough for Alastor to hear. You giggled as you saw your boyfriend's brow twitch and ignore the comment.

There was a second there that you were tempted to say something back to Angel but you were interrupted by the loud clash and computer saying "Strike!" You looked up and saw that Charlie was still holding her bowling ball. But walking away with a smirk on his face, Alastor's smug pride gleamed off him. The shock on everyone's face only made him boast to himself even more. When did Alastor find the time to get good at bowling.

As he sat down next to you, he threw Angel's arm away from you and replaced it with his own, though he was sure to wrap his fingers around your shoulder and bring you closer to him. He never liked Angel, and he was always so overly protective when it came to you anyways, so it wasn't welcomed that the boy was so close to you. Even if he was a guy. Competition is competition, it doesn't matter who they are, Alastor didn't like sharing you. Period.

"How... Did you do that?" You asked him.

Alastor shrugged and watched as Charlie threw her bowling ball right into the gutter, "I'm perfect at everything I do, dear." That was supposed to be satire.

Angel rolled his eyes and with a huff, he crossed his arms, "You can't fuck." He deadpanned.

Instincts kicked in and you ducked seconds before Alastor nearly climbed over you and punched Angel in the face. He missed and got him in the shoulder instead.

"Leave Alastor and his fuckless life alone," Husk said as he got up from his seat, "Some people are just better than the rest of us sexual deviants," He took his turn bowling soon after saying that. Vaggie went next as well. She choose to keep her mouth shut on all this.

But even Charlie had something to say, "Come on guys," She awkwardly waved her hands, trying to calm everyone down, "If you're going to fight take it outside this time. I don't want to get kicked out of another place of business..."

"He won't fight me, he'd know I'd deck him in the head and give 'em a one-two combo real quick like last time." Angel reminded everyone, and you all collectively remembered Angel clocked Alastor in the face at a bar after a heated argument. Alastor went out like a light and broke his nose on the way down. You looked at him and saw the little kink in his nose from that night.

You sighed and reached down into your pocket and pulled out your wallet. You grabbed a random twenty and handed it to Angel, "I'll give you this and two cigs if you go outside for ten minutes."

Angel gave you a snotty look, somewhat offended that you'd even offer such a thing. But he knitted his brows, snatched your twenty-dollar bill, and stole two cigarettes from the pack you left laying next to you on your seat, "I'm gonna find a bar on this fucking street- I'll be back later, losers."

You could still feel the rage simmer off Alastor even after Angel left. Though you didn't have time to say anything to him. It was your turn to go up. And now that Angel was gone, you didn't want to go up there and make a fool of yourself alone... Half your plan was to have Angel bowl next to you so that no one would notice how bad you were.

"Um-" You said as everyone waited for you to go, "I'd...uh... Um. I don't know hooow-" You were cut off as Alastor quickly got up and pulled you up with him.

He dragged you to the lane and got a bowling ball for you, "Hold this," He said. You noticed his anger from before had all but melted away. Alastor gave you a charming smile and stood beside you, "Copy me. Like when we dance."

You blinked at him a few times then did was he said. He held his hand up, pretending he had a ball. You copied him and did the same. He brought his hands to his chest, stepped forward, swung his arm back then forward again. You smiled at him and did the same, but you actually threw a ball. It rumbled down the lane and crashed into a couple pins. At least you didn't get the gutter.

"See? That easy," Alastor smiled at you. He place a hand on your arm and pressed a kiss on your cheek. He grabbed your hand in his and asked, "Do you want to see if they have any vending machines in the arcade? We can get some snacks?" Which was code for do you want to sneak away for a second?

"Sure," You quickly agreed while locking your fingers with his. The two of you scurried off with him. The second you were out of eyesight and safe behind a wall, Alastor gave you a more proper kiss.

He pulled away and asked, "Why did we come again?"

You shrugged, "Charlie asked." You simply said.

Alastor let out a huff then started walking with you towards the vending machines, "You can't really say no to someone like her..."

As you pulled out a few loose coins from your pocket and slipped them into the machine you laughed, "No, you can't." You both dearly loved your friendship with Charlie... But she could be a bit bossy sometimes.

The two of you collected an arm full of snacks and started walking back together, "Well, I say when we get home, we have a proper date."

You laughed and even lost a few snacks. You picked them up quickly and said, "You mean you cook us dinner and we watch a movie? That's not a proper date either, ya know."

Alastor smirked at you then nudged his arm into yours with a grin, "It is too because it'll be just us. Alone."

You rolled your eyes but still chuckled to yourself, "Alright, alright," You said, "What do you want to watch?"

He shrugged, "Don't care. I just want to make fried rice tonight."

You let out a huff of a laugh and passed out a snack to each of your friends while Alastor gave them a drink of some kind, "Fine. But I'm picking a TV show then because I just started watching something on Netflix."

"Aw, are you guys leaving?" Charlie asked with way too much sadness on her face.

"No, no-" You waved a hand slightly, "Alastor just doesn't think this is a proper date, so he has to make one up at home."

"What do you mean this isn't a proper date?" Vaggie threw a hand in the air, "All of us brought our partners! I mean- Angel left... So Husk is more like a third wheel at this point. This definitely counts as a group date or whatever."

"Call me old-fashioned, but you don't bring your friends on a date and there is no such thing as a group date," Alastor said as he cracked open a can of cola.

"What about a double date?" Husk asked from his seat while he tore open a bag of chips.

"This isn't a double date and even then those aren't real dates either. You're supposed to be somewhere nice, havea nice meal, share a few drinks. Share some stories and laughs with the one person you're interested in courting, then call it a night, done!" Alastor smiled to himself while everyone else collectively sighed. He was old-fashioned. (But you liked that about him.)

"This isn't 1955, Al. You can go on a date anywhere. Like here. What about going to the zoo? Could that be a date?" Vaggie asked.

Alastor thought about it, tapped a finger to his chin then gleefully said, "Nope! That's an outing!" Several people groaned but no one went on to feed into his banter.

You did hear Husk grumble under his breath "You need to go out to go on a date," But Alastor must have not heard it or choose to not say anything.

The rest of your night there wasn't that bad either. Angel did end up coming back, but not without his arms full of booze bottles of all kinds. They didn't serve drinks here but at least Angel was wise enough to buy some solo cups too. No one was really paying attention to the bowling anymore either. (You lost, not that you cared or anything.... You did.) Instead, you and your friends had gathered around in the arcade, drinking, laughing, playing games, and picking on each other harmlessly. You enjoyed every second of it, much to your surprise. Alastor did as well, though... He still insisted on his proper date once you got home.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #reader insert #alastor / you #alastor x you #alastor / reader #modern!au #human!alastor #human!cast #human!reader #ask #anon #nonny #answered

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angelamajiki · 3 years

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Can I request something?!

We try to escape Overhaul but he catches us but as a punishment seeing as we don't like him he gives us to Rappa so he can do what he wants to us for a week and in the end we go back to him and he has you never wanting to even step out your room.

Is that fine? Anyways stay safe, drink water, wear a mask, and keep up the great work!

PARINGS: Rappa x AFAB! Reader

CW: yandere, watersports, noncon, facefucking, teasing, manhandling, scumbag rappa

AN: thank you nonnie!! <33

Kai had caught you trying to escape. Or rather, Rappa was the one who actually caught you, laughing and jeering at your cries and the pounding of your small fists on his back. Your captor was not amused in the slightest as his henchman emerged into his office with you tucked a little too snuggly over his shoulder.

“Caught your lil’ scrub tryin’ to escape, boss.” Rappa cackled, sitting you down on the chair in front of the yakuza leader’s desk. “Damn, does she squeal like a pig.”

He clapped his hand over your shoulder, squeezing it affectionately. The man had taken a liking towards you, meaning to say that he enjoyed watching Kai dole out punishments for when you tried to escape or otherwise upset him, which wasn't hard to do.

“Yes, she does.” Kai sighed, brows furrowed deeply in irritation. “What am I going to do with you, pet? Do I not provide for you, care for you? How can I get you to behave, hm?”

Tapping a finger against his forehead, he signed and closed his eyes, slumping back in his chair, hands folded in his lap.

“I’ll never stop trying to escape because anywhere else is better than being here with you, Overhaul.” You spat venomously, squirming under Rappa’s tight grip. The man behind you just chuckled darkly.

“Say, boss...if the little lady here is so unhappy with you, why don't you put her on loan to someone for the time being? Let ‘em show her how good you are to her, eh?”

Kai quirked a brow at Rappa, immediately picking up what he was throwing down. He had half a mind to punish Rappa as well for his blatant display of insubordination and to dare to think he’d willingly give up his precious pet to him like she was a mere stray.

Ah, but the man did have a point. His pet needed to be taught how kind her master is, and Rappa is the perfect opposition to do so. A degenerate at heart, his underling, was rowdy, filthy, and above all, a bigger sadist than Kai was.

He knew the man loved nothing more than to watch him spank the poor thing until she was a sobbing, blubbering mess of “I’m sorry, Kai!” gasping and panting for air like she was on the verge of death. What a drama queen he had on his hands. But he treated you like a queen nonetheless, but your attitude was simply out of control at this point.

“I think Rappa’s right, dear. Why don't you spend the week with him? Take a break from me if I’m so intolerable.”

Ice ran through your veins as Rappa unceremoniously scooped you up from your chair, opting to throw you over his shoulder. Kai’s chuckle and Rappa’s jeers mixed with your protests as you squirmed and squealed in his monstrous grasp.

“I thought you said anywhere else would be better than being with me. Remember, this is the choice you made, darling.”

“Rappa, you're dismissed.”

With a wave of a gloved hand, your fate was sealed. The bulkier man nodded and smacked a large hand over your ass.

“You and me? We're gonna have some fun, little piggy.” ——— •

Settled on Rappa’s bed, if you could call a sparsely covered mattress that hadn't been washed in god knows how long a bed, your nerves were set ablaze watching the man undress. And he certainly made a show of it, flexing his muscles and winking at you all the while.

“Like what ya see, sweets?” He groaned, striking a pose in front of you in nothing but a wife-beater and a pair of boxers. Oogling couldn't be helped; the man was built like Adonis. Strong, fierce, and big. Much, much bigger than you were.

“I hope so, cause I definitely do.” He smirked, licking his lips as he stalked over to you. “Don’t ya about a thing, little piggy. Papa’s gonna take real good care of ya”

Climbing over you, he pinned you to the mattress with one hand and used the other to feel you up.

“Yeesh, yer stiff as a board. Maybe a little game will help loosen you up, piggy.”

Fingers crawled their way up to your torso and to your mouth, leaving a searing heat in their wake. His fingers snatched your tongue from your mouth, shoving themselves down your throat to choke you.

“This little piggy wants to choke on my cock.”

His insenstant cooing and grinning had your stomach turning in knots, helping the fingers in your throat gag you even further. The thumb pressed down on your tongue before spitting a glob down your throat.

“This little piggy wants to be squeezed real tight.”

The sing-song tone in his voice only served to heighten your fear. Of course, the bastard thought this was all a game to him and you his toy.

His grin only got wider as his hand crept down your throat and ghosted itself there, barely touching before lunging. A panicked yip flew from your mouth as he pinned you by your throat.

There was hardly any pressure, just a cage of fingers keeping you locked into his impossibly firm grip. The hand was more than large enough to circle your neck. You smell the grim on his fingers, the labor of his love for the Shie Hassaikai.

“Almost got ya, piggy!” He teased, licking a long strip up your cheek. God, his breath stunk.

“Keep up now; the fun’s just starting.”

His fingers seemed to leave a trail of grime as they traveled down to your exposed breasts. They groped and gripped at your tender flesh without finesse or technique. So rough and worn from all the fighting he does. Your right tit was cupped in his hand before he gave it a hard squeeze.

“This little piggy wants to be milked.”

Onto your left, giving your nipple a good tug and pinch.

“This little piggy wants to be sucked.”

Your squeals and cries only made him laugh harder, grunting when you squirmed against the leg in between your thighs.

“Aw, is baby girl gonna cry? Cause I’ll give you something to cry about.”

Every touch of the pads from his fingers made you even sicker than before. You could feel every place he touched, the disgusting filth they left in their wake. The continued down your stomach, stopping to tickle you softly on your sides.

“W-What are you doing?!”

Your laughter couldn't be contained as he got rougher and rougher, chuckling along with you as he pressed his face close to yours.

“Stop it! I-I’m going to pee!”

“Good. That's what I like to hear.” He grunted, pressing his elbow hard into your bladder all while tickling you. Shame and piss flushed out of you as he groaned, grinding his knee up against your wet, sloppy cunt.

“Look at that! Piggy’s finally rolling around in filth where pigs belong.”

“I can't wait to make a mess of you.”

Humiliation flushed your face and your body, feeling even more disgusted as you felt your own piss on your lower body.

Rappa stood up and took a good look at you, admiring his handy work. A flushed, tearful expression that could be fucked up even more, his favorite face to see. Especially on someone as beautiful as you.

Sitting you up, he sat behind you and took your hair into two separate ponytails before trying them off.

“There, perfect for gripping.”

A rough push landed you on the floor, naked and afraid. One hand grabbed both your ponytails at the same time and steered you to be seated facing his crotch.

“Open wide, piggy.”

You shook your head, already feeling humiliated enough for one evening.

“Are you deaf? Open up, you bratty little bitch. Don't make me ask again unless ya fancy fighting me instead.”

Now that was a truly horrifying thought. The man could quickly kill you with a single punch and let Overhaul bring you back to life, only to do it again and again. Those men, especially Kai, had no qualms about taking your life when you decided to misbehave.

Considering your choices, you cut your losses and nodded, opening your mouth slowly and braced yourself for a brutal facefucking.

The man sunk himself into your throat, sitting there when he bottomed out. His hips twitched as you choked and gagged around his massive dick.

“Yeah.” He groaned, pulling out only to slam back in. “That's what I’m talkin’ about. Finally got ya to shut your mouth and put it to good use.”

Hips thrusting, he set a brutal pace into your mouth. Heavy balls slapped against your chin as your spit and tears made a mess of your face. He paid no mind to your shaking and struggling, only moaning when you choked particularly hard.

“Guess I gotta let ya up to breathe, huh piggy?”

Pulling himself out, he gave you a few seconds to cough and gulp in the air before nudging his way back into your warm, wet mouth.

“Can’t spoil you too much now.” He chuckled.

One hand gripping each ponytail, he tugged them tight and fucked your mouth with vigor. His hips slammed against your cheeks, sure to leave bruises as they started to sputter.

“Y-You’re just so cute, piggy. I can’t last long when you look at me like that.” He grunted, pulling your hair even tighter.

His cock hurt your throat horribly. You could feel the burn of every stroke and spasm into your mouth, tears streaming down your face even more from the pain. Your hair felt like it was going to be ripped out from the sheer amount of strength he was pulling it with.

His thrusts increased in pace as he chased his orgasm, opting to hold the back of your head flush against his crotch when he finally did cum. Making sure to swallow every last drop, Rappa didn't let you up until he was completely finished.

“Such a good girl for Papa.” Rappa jeered, picking you up off the floor by the throat and pressed a sloppy kiss to your mouth.

Tossed onto the bed, he spread your legs wide and pressed a thumb to your dripping hole.

“And this little piggy wants to get fucked all night long.”

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smutsonian · 3 years

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Ma'am I had this idea. Outrageous but I did😂😂. Dark! Colin Shea. Can u imagine. Him acting all friendly but his intentions r not so good. So I can't sleep now. Yay😂😂

Heyy! So another movie I haven’t seen 🤭 But it’s basically like a Neighbor AU situation, right?

I’m going to try something, I guess 😂

safe hands

colin shea x reader

warnings: smut! dark fic! noncon! drunk reader, innocent reader, stalking, obsession, loss of virginity, dark!colin, not proofread

wc: 1606

a/n: not me writing for characters i dont even know... @jack-skellingtons-stuff hope ur sleepin well now sdkskskkd

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So Colin...

Probably a boy next door

Like literally. You just moved and he’s your next-door neighbor.

So, imagine you... A young pretty little thing that’s fresh out of college and is looking for a job but you’re just this awkward little ball of sunshine that keeps messing everything up.

You never even go out of your apartment unless it’s for an interview, even then, you so dread those stuff.

“You’re a freaking adult now! Why can’t you just act normal and do adult... stuff?!” You would chide yourself in front of a mirror, groaning in desperation at your lack of... experience? Like workwise.

Hey, there are people working from home. Maybe you can do that?

And you did. And you actually found one which is great for your adulthood but not great for you because you never go out of your apartment anymore. At all.

That’s when Colin comes in.

He was there when you moved in, expecting you to greet him like every girl who sees him. He really gets em easily. I mean... look at him.

So he watched you as you brought boxes in which there was not much. There were like 3 boxes, maybe 5 but not more. He watched you with amusement as you were too busy grunting at the boxes, missing his nude form by his door, only a small towel to cover himself.

He takes a bite of his apple, obnoxiously chewing to catch your reaction but he was met with a slam of your door.

Since then, he has become fond of you.

He’d watch you as you went in and out of your apartment in those cute little skirts and wonderful blouses and every time, it’s a sight for him.

He eventually found out that you’re going to job interviews and he found himself following you and witnessing some of those awkward interviews and he finds himself growing more fond of you. Even got himself thinking that he might actually like you... Is that even possible? He’s Colin Shea. He doesn’t settle down.

But for you, he might.

He saw how you would block everything out and he listened to your late-night talks with yourself and he can’t help but think about how adorable you are. How helpless you are. Something ignited in him and all he wants to do now is be there for you. Protect you. Take care of you.

Imagine his reaction when you’re no longer getting out of your apartment.

So he finally decides to meet you. Or for you to meet him. He knows so much about you already but he won’t say that to you.

A knock forces you away from your laptop. You open the door to find a man staring down at you with a friendly smile.

“Umm, hi? D-did I, Was I making any noise or something?” Your stuttering would make Colin’s heart leap out of his chest and the way you're dressed down with shorts and a huge sweater only made his heart swell even more.

“Uh hi! I’m Colin! I’m your neighbor! I uh... Was going to ask a favor, if that’s alright?” He smiles shyly at you.

“Um, yeah! What’s up?” You smile awkwardly, silently praying for him to leave already. Not that he was annoying. You were just not used to this... And besides, you’re doing work.

“I locked myself out of my apartment and I tried talking to the office but I guess they’re already out. I mean it’s pretty late.” He looks down at his wristwatch before looking at you with a hopeful smile making your heart beat faster. Not because of his boyish cute smile but because the idea of a stranger being with you just doesn’t sit right.

But it would be more awkward to deny him now, would it?

“It’ll be as if I wasn’t here. I promise. Just need somewhere to spend the night. I mean I can sleep by my door but that would be--”

“Y-yeah, I guess you can stay for a while.” You give him a small smile which Colin found extremely adorable which then made him grin. A grin that soon fell when he took a look around your apartment.

He watches as you make your way back to your laptop, quickly getting back into your zone. His heart falls at the sight. Is that what you’ve been doing the whole day?

“Have you eaten?” He finds himself asking, not being able to resist.

He watches your face contort into confusion and he would’ve awed at the sight but your reply made him somewhat angry.

“I guess not... Did you want anything?” You pull yourself away from your laptop once more and Colin didn’t know if he liked the idea of you preparing his food but nothing for yourself.

What a sweet girl...

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll order take-out!” Colin cheered before pulling out his phone, wiggling his eyebrows at your shocked expression.

That’s how you find yourself eating pizza while watching some show on the telly.

Then those nights became a thing.

Colin would often visit you, making sure that you eat and take a break from work because he said that you tend to overwork yourself.

“You’re not my mom!” You’d playfully slap his chest.

“Well, I might as well be!” He’ll take your wrist before dragging you towards your bed and forcing you to watch another batch of comedy shows.

He’d be laughing at the show so much that you find yourself laughing as well.

You would no longer feel so stressed.

But then things went badly.

The company you were working for decided to let some employees go and unfortunately, those who work from home weren’t as important as those who work in the office.

You cried in Colin’s arms that night.

Colin did feel sorry for you. But maybe it’s for the best. Even the universe thinks you shouldn’t be working like that. He’s there to take care of you. You would no longer have to stress yourself out to live.

He’ll make sure to take good care of you.

Then the drinks came up.

One bottle of beer. Then two. Then three.

Honestly, you lost count.

Colin didn’t. He didn’t drink any.

He’d watch you with a smile as you’re sad and brooding aura turned into a giggly one.

“I’m sleepy...” You would mutter, head falling down Colin’s shoulder and he would embrace you happily, stroking the side of your face gently.

He’ll smile at the way you would squeal when he carries you to your bed.

“You enjoy being relaxed, babe?” He asks, taking your socks off. Then your shorts and shirt that went unnoticed by you.

“Too hot!” You’d fan yourself with your hand which Colin would take.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He’ll press a kiss on your forehead that’ll make you giggle.

Colin would watch your naked body, touch your warm skin with patience.

“So beautiful... And all for me, right?” He presses a kiss on your lips and you nod at whatever it is he’s saying.

He’ll easily play your body, making you and himself feel good. His fingers would play with your clit while his mouth laps on your nipples, taking turns from left and right.

He’d bask at the sound of your moans and whimpers that went straight to his hardening cock.

He’ll only stop when you’re drunkenly begging for more which he happily gives.

His hard cock would be poking your entrance and as he pushes in slowly, your eyes would widen, suddenly not so drunk anymore.

“Colin?” Your frightened voice alerts Colin and he would shush you with a kiss.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. I got you... I got you...” He whispers before pushing in, swallowing your cries with lustful kisses.

“God!” He moans when he’s fully seethed in, your walls hugging his cock. He stays there for a while, listening to your heavy breathing and slightly feeling guilty at your cries.

“Ahh...” You cry out when he slowly pulls out. He’d kiss your tears away before slowly pushing back in, pulling your body closer to his in a hug, whispering promises about feeling better soon.

And you did.

Your cries turned into moans which motivated Colin to thrust faster yet still careful to not hurt you. He didn’t even have to ask because when he looked down at his cock, he saw little blood, and his jaw clenched, feeling some sort of remorse.

“You’re doing good, You’re so good to me.” He whispers before resuming his thrusts. He’d dwell at the sound of your pleasured moans and his hand would find its way down your clit, fingers playing with the nub until your body was shaking violently underneath him.

“You gonna cum? Cum for me, baby... You’re good. You’re safe...” He grunts at how your walls are tightening around him. You whimper before curling against his body, unknowingly pulling his body closer to yours.

He shivers before cumming as well, his seeds filling your hole, making you drip with his cum. He places a loving kiss on your forehead before pulling out.

The mixture of blood and his cum makes him get a cloth before gently cleaning you up, being extra careful when he wiped at your core.

He cleans himself up before lying back beside you. He presses a kiss on the side of your head, your nose, and then your lips.

“I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to worry about anything anymore...” He places a hand on your stomach before smiling and pulling the covers over the both of you.

You’re in safe hands.

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a/n: see i dont think i should write for these guys (from movies i haven’t watched/too lazy to watch) because im probs messing up a lot skskks anyway hope y’all think this one is alright! also im a sucker for innocent reader jcnavn

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oddarin · 4 years

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It is one of the most meaningless thing I’ve done in time - all least-to-most ranks and just characters’ fact answers (those that with no pictures) from oficial Ask Arcana gathered in one place. Have no idea what that information could be used for and if it even useful but it kept me occupied and distracted from some life shit for a while, so let it be.

who is most to least likely to enjoy the movie Frozen? Lucio, Portia, Julian, Asra, Muriel, Nadia

Out of the cast, who is the most to least likely to be the jealous type? Portia, Lucio, Muriel & Nadia (tied), Julian, Asra

would you like to rank the characters from who cries most to least ugly? like from sniveling to shoujo manga tears? Muriel, Lucio, Julian, Portia, Asra, Nadia

who is the most to least superstitious Portia, Julian, Nadia, Lucio, Asra, Muriel

most to least excited to be at a WWE event Portia, Lucio, Asra, Julian, Nadia, Muriel

From worst to best at handling children Nadia, Lucio, Muriel, Asra, Portia, Julian

From worst to best for alcohol tolerance Muriel, Asra, Lucio, Julian, Portia, Nadia

Character ranking from best at keeping secrets to loose-liped gossip? Asra, Muriel, Nadia, Lucio, Portia, Julian

best to worst dancers? Asra, Portia, Julian, Nadia, Lucio, Muriel

Most to Least likely to slap you for stealing a mcnugget Nadia, Lucio, Asra, Portia, Julian, Muriel

Least to most likely to eat something weird (read: probably shouldn't be eaten) because of a dare? Nadia, Julian, Muriel, Lucio, Portia, Asra and not even on a dare

how old are each of the revealed characters? everyone is old, but in order of least old to most old: Asra, Portia, Muriel, Julian, Lucio, Nadia

Who's the best kisser? Who's the worst? Best kisser: Faust (good snake smooches) Worst kissers: Mercedes and Melchior (too much cronch)

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If the main 6 played MTG what color decks would they play? Asra: Blue Nadia: White Julian: Black (Portia made his for him) Portia: White/Green Muriel: Green Lucio: Red

How did cast look as babies? Nadia: The best baby, perfect in form and function Asra: A cute baby, always looking around Julian: Not the most handsome baby, a little gangly Portia: Round, squealing delightful baby Lucio: Red-faced screaming awful baby Muriel: Sturdy and well insulated for the long winter

Of the main six characters, which ones are capable of juggling and which ones would absolutely love doing needlepoint? capable of juggling: Portia, Asra, Muriel absolutely love doing needlepoint: Nadia, Julian incapable of juggling/ absolutely hate doing needlepoint: Lucio

what would the cast choose as their job in the mmo final Fantasy XIV? Julian: Dragoon Asra: Astrologian Lucio: Ninja, but he messes up the mudras Nadia: Machinist Portia: Summoner Muriel: Paladin

What would be the favorite attractions/rides of the cast at Disney? Julian: Pirates of the Caribbean Asra: Astro Orbiter Lucio: Tower of Terror (RIP) Muriel: Matterhorn Portia: California Screamin' Nadia: Carousel of Progress

What do the rest of the cast smell like? Nadia: Les Larmes Sacree Du Thebes by Baccarat Asra: Lord of Misrule Lush Shower Cream Julian: Leather seats in a rental car Portia: Cocoa butter and laundry soap Lucio: Fireball, Axe body spray & ass Muriel: myrrh

What board game would The Arcana gang be? Nadia: Clue Asra: Twister Julian: Sorry! Portia: Mouse Trap Lucio: Monopoly Muriel: Guess Who

Who do all the cast main in over watch? Nadia: Ana Asra: Sombra Julian: Reaper Portia: Zarya Muriel: Bastion Lucio: Genji

If everyone participated in a Winter Olympic sport, which one would they be in? Nadia: figure skate (singles) Asra: snowboarding Julian: alpine ski Portia: freestyle ski Muriel: luge Lucio: ice hockey

Main casts Starbucks orders? Julian: Black coffee and he flirts with the barista until it’s ready. Nadia: London Fog Latte. She comes in at exactly 8 every morning. Asra: Matcha latte unless there’s a new radioactive-looking Frappuccino flavor and then he gets that. Muriel: Waiting outside in the car, asks Asra to get him a water. Asra comes back with a hot chocolate and a cake pop. Muriel grumbles but accepts them every time. Lucio: Salted Caramel Mocha extra whip extra sprinkles nonfat no foam soy upside down actually coconut milk instead and then he yells at you if you get it wrong. Portia: Pink Drink and all the baristas get excited when she walks in because they love her and she always tips.

The cast as Kanye songs Nadia: Power Lucio: No Church in the Wild Asra: Love Lockdown Julian: Heartless Portia: Paranoid Muriel: Coldest Winter

Which characters would be in the fire, water, earth, and air nations? Slightly different from what you asked, but: Asra - waterbender Nadia - airbender Julian & Portia - non-benders Muriel - Earthbender Lucio - Firebender

What kind of parents are the cast at their child’s soccer game? Nadia: standing on the sidelines in sunglasses and heels biting her thumbnail and watching every move on the field because she doesnt trust the ref Asra: cheers whenever anything happens, takes as many kids as can fit in the car out for ice cream but doesn’t check with the parents Julian: chats up the other parents relentlessly and isn’t watching when his kid gets hit in the face with the ball Portia: “cmon cmon cmon cmon cmon cmon cmon AW WHAT WAS THAT” Muriel: watching from the parking lot inside the car Lucio: yelling on the phone the whole time, spills all 24 oz of his salted caramel mocha on the bench and doesn’t do anything about it

Which Disney movie is the favorite of each of the cast? Nadia: Fantasia 2000 Asra: The Emperor’s New Groove Julian: Muppet Treasure Island Portia: Muppet Treasure Island Muriel: The Fox and the Hound Lucio: Cinderella 2: Dreams Come True

what kind of youtube channel would each character have (letsplay, cooking, craft, etc)? Asra: very unstructured mostly-cooking channel that also features videos of him just eating weird things, and videos of Faust existing and being cute Nadia: beauty guru with very polished high-end editing Julian: doesn’t know how to use youtube but Portia made an account for him and uploads her shaky/blurry phone videos of his jazz performances Portia: likes and comments on all of Nadia’s videos while occasionally posting cute cat vids Muriel: does not have an internet connection Lucio: extremely loud letsplayer, mostly FPS

What would the cast be as animal crossing villagers? Muriel: Cranky Bear Julian: Smug Eagle Portia: Uchi Cat Nadia: Snooty Ostrich Asra: Lazy Wolf Lucio: Jock Goat

What Fire Emblem Fates' classes would each character be? Asra - Diviner Nadia - Priestess Julian - Adventurer Portia - Maid Muriel - Wolfskin Lucio - Berserker

if the arcana cast were naruto characters, which ones would they be Portia: Naruto Muriel: Gaara Lucio: Orochimaru Julian: Itachi Asra: Kakashi Nadia: Fancy Shikamaru

If the characters of arcana watched rupaul's drag race who would be their faves? Nadia: bebe, raja, peppermint Asra: yara, aja, adore Julian: nina bo’nina, sasha, raven Portia: chichi, bob, ginger Lucio: willam, kimora, mimi imfurst Muriel: Latrice Royale

WHAT ARE THE CHARAS PREFERRED FLAVOR OF ICE CREAM? Nadia: Lavender Lemon Asra: Rainbow Sorbet Julian: Pistachio Portia: Cookie Dough Muriel: Rocky Road Lucio: Red Velvet

Please please arcana cast as mcr songs Lucio: It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Deathwish Julian: Thank You For The Venom Asra: Welcome To The Black Parade Muriel: House of Wolves Nadia: You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison Portia: Give Em Hell Kid

What are the characters going to be for Halloween? Asra - glow-in-the-dark mermaid Nadia - [elegant ballgown interpretation of] a swan Julian - tortured vampire/werewolf hybrid Muriel - sheet ghost Portia - ninja turtle Lucio - slutty angel Faust - a very long hot dog

If you had to assign the characters from the Arcana to characters from Labyrinth who would they be? Nadia: Jareth Asra: Sara Julian: Sir Didymus Portia: Hoggle Muriel: Ludo Lucio: The Chilly Down birds

What's each character's favourite fruits? Nadia: Concord Grape Asra: Blue Raspberry Julian: Fig Portia: Banana Muriel: Lemon Lucio: Pomegranate

what's everyone's favorite season? Asra - spring Nadia - summer Julian - autumn Muriel - winter Portia - spring Lucio - summer

Who would the Arcana cast be in a cliche Noir Film? Nadia: boss with kinetic ball bearing desk ornament and brandy in the drawer Asra: first love turned old flame that you run into halfway around the world Julian: haggard scientist with an unbuttoned shirt scribbling on the walls Portia: wisecracking secretary who takes a bus a train and a ferry to work Muriel: ominous farmer that lets people use the phone after a car breaks down Lucio: raging starlet shattering a vase after being blacklisted by every studio

The Arcana cast as Michael Jackson songs? Nadia: Man in the Mirror Asra: You Are Not Alone Julian: Smooth Criminal Portia: Will You Be There Muriel: Ben Lucio: Bad

What would each character be in cats? This probably wasn’t supposed to be Cats the musical but if you think i’m gonna pass this up Nadia: None they’re all awful/ Munkustrap Asra: Mister Mistoffelees Julian: Macavity Portia: Jennyanydots Lucio: Rum Tum Tugger Muriel: Grizabella

what would their favorite emojis be? Asra: 🌚 Nadia: 🍷 Julian: 🎷 Portia: 👀 Muriel: 👁 Lucio: 💃💸😏👑

What panic at the disco songs describe each character best? Julian: Death of a Bachelor Asra: I Write Sins Not Tragedies Portia: She’s a Handsome Woman Nadia: Northern Downpour Lucio: Victorious Muriel: From a Mountain in the Middle of the Cabins

What stereotypes for a super cliché highschool do the characters fall into? Nadia: Valedictorian who has been doing independent study and hasn’t set foot in the building for the past two years Asra: Shows up late every class with loud ass Sunchips, does homework in glow in the dark gel pen Julian: Eats lunch with his teacher so they can keep talking about mitochondria Portia: Gets really hype about dances, always ends up fighting at dances Muriel: Puts away all the folding chairs that everyone left behind Lucio: Gets on the intercom to talk shit about the teacher who gave him a D+ on his plagiarized essay

What sports would the characters play? And would they be any good at those sports? Muriel: Any solitary sport. He likes track and shotput. Nadia: Swimming. She isn’t on a team, she just likes the water. Portia: Wrestling. She’s got a few championship belts. Julian: Grandma Devorak forced him to take One Sport in high school, and he chose long-distance running. Asra: Beach volleyball and snowboarding. He’s just there to have a good time. Lucio: Ice hockey, but he spends it mostly punching other players.

what dragons from books/movies/games match each character best, would you say? As for dragons, one of our writers plays Flight Rising obsessively so here’s every character as a Flight Rising breed. Asra: Fae Nadia: Imperial Lucio: Wildclaw Muriel: Guardian Julian: Skydancer Portia: Snapper

What is each character most likely to do with the mc when they're feeling 'unusually affectionate'? Nadia: feed them champagne grapes and engage them in conversation so she can watch them try to talk with their mouth full Asra: stare at them and stop acknowledging anyone or anything else Julian: preen and spoil them to the point of being a public embarrassment Portia: constant cuddly contact Muriel: follow them at a respectable distance Lucio: belt out an aria at the sight of them

What's everyone favorite manga if they read any in this world? Nadia: Rose of Versailles Asra: Yugioh Julian: Blackjack Portia: Ranma ½ Muriel: Hunter x Hunter Lucio: Berserk

how much does faust like all the characters? like, who does she like the most/least? does she like the main character at all? Faust adores the main character almost as much as she loves Asra. But if she had to choose from the rest: Most good smelling: Nadia Most fun to squeeze: Julian Most too big to eat: Muriel Most hard to hide from: Portia Most attackable: Lucio

what kind of drunk is everybody? Nadia: capable, professional drunk on the move. Never in the same room twice Asra: touchy-feely but won’t leave the couch, still somehow manages to catch on fire Julian: morphs into The Storyteller, everyone in earshot ends up caught in a dramatic reenactment of his life story waiting for him to take a breath but he never does Portia: makes 6 new friends in the bathroom line Muriel: moody, talks to no one, keeps taking everybody’s empty bottles out to the trash Lucio: the loudest, the drama, the legend, the first to dip out when the cops show up

Of the Characters: Who tells a dirty joke? Who doesn't understand it? Who is disgusted? Who laughs? Who hides a smile? Who gets annoyed? Lucio: tells a dirty joke Muriel: doesn’t understand it Julian: is disgusted Asra: laughs Portia: hides a smile Nadia: gets annoyed

What are the characters usual reactions when subbing their toes? Nadia: It Does Not Happen Asra: hops it off Julian: hissing, closes his eyes while he savors the pain Portia: (string of curses) “ok………. i’m fine” Muriel: doesn’t notice because his toes are too far away Lucio: shrieks, revenge kicks the wall, shrieks harder

what you think everyones deadly sin would be? the deadly cliches: Nadia - Pride Asra - Lust Julian - Wrath Portia - Envy Muriel - Sloth Lucio - Gluttony

On a scale of good to bad, who sings karaoke? Nadia has a silky voice with impeccable vibrato. But she only sings karaoke alone in the bath. Asra has an airy, intimate voice. He’s the worst at karaoke because he doesn’t even get up off the couch. Julian has very limited singing ability, but he will talk sing the whole way through if he has to. He’s great at duets, somehow. Portia has a throaty, powerful voice. She brings the house down with Heart and Bonnie Tyler ballads, even if she squeaks on the high notes. Muriel has a gravelly grumble that he is convinced is useless for singing and if you hand him the microphone he’ll drop it and go stand in the corner. Lucio has an overdone musical theater voice but he is tone deaf. He will shout out the high notes and power through the rest and if you try to skip his song there will be hell to pay

which social media platform which each character Prefer™ ? Asra - twitter (RTs a lot of memes and shitposts, posts incomprehensible dril-like tweets at 3am) Nadia - instagram (flawless makeup and aesthetic™) Julian - yahoo answers Portia - snapchat Muriel - what is social media Lucio - LinkedIn (you will NEVER stop getting email notifications from him)

what dnd classes would the cast be (like mage, assassin, cleric etc)? Nadia: Paladin Asra: Warlock Julian: Rogue Portia: Bard Muriel: Fighter Lucio: Barbarian

what would each characters spice girl name be Asra: Mystery Spice Nadia: Boss Spice Julian: Suffering Spice Portia: Sassy Spice Muriel: Surly Spice Lucio: Spicy Spice

how complicated is each character's personal hygiene routine? Nadia’s personal hygiene routine: an exact science and takes a practiced team of servants to execute. Julian’s personal hygiene routine: splashing his face 5-7 times and gargling with his famous mint vodka peroxide formula Asra’s personal hygiene routine: sticking his head underwater until he’s awake Portia’s personal hygiene routine: putting her hair in a bun and scrubbing herself with a cloth and bucket down by the frog pond Lucio’s personal hygiene routine: milk and caviar bath every 13 hours Muriel’s personal hygiene routine: standing in the pouring rain

What's everyone's favorite alcoholic drinks? Asra - St Germain, tequila, blue curaçao, lime juice, hibiscus syrup (serve in a champagne flute or martini glass, garnished with a wildflower or tiny umbrella) Julian - whiskey, Kahlua, Grand Marnier, lemon juice (serve in a highball glass) Nadia - Chambord, white wine, seltzer (serve in a wine glass, chilled or on the rocks) Portia - beer & apple cider with a shot of rum (serve in a lowball glass) Muriel - Baileys, butterscotch schnapps, hot chocolate (serve warm, in your coziest mug) Lucio - Jägermeister & Goldschläger topped with overproof rum (serve as a flaming shot)

what would be each of the characters' favorite genre of music? Asra: Bossa Nova and EDM Nadia: Obscure Opera and Calming beach sounds Julian: 20 minute tracks of Quality Jazz Portia: Reggae and dad rock Muriel: New wave and white noise Lucio: Top 40 and Dark Funky Disco

who would the arcana characters be from mean girls?? Asra: the guy who asked what day it was Nadia: cady Julian: gretchen weiners Portia: janis Lucio: regina george Muriel: damian

Which Hogwarts house would each of the Main Cast belong in? Asra & Julian - Ravenclaw Nadia - Slytherin Portia & Muriel - Hufflepuff Lucio - Gryffindor

What would the characters modern!au job/career of choice be? Lucio owns and manages several nightclubs and has a trashy daytime talk show Asra does really low-budget magic shows at kids’ birthday parties by day, and DJs at one of Lucio’s clubs at night Nadia is the city mayor, an international chess champion, and concert pianist Portia works at Home Depot (used to be a waitress at Red Lobster but the tips were terrible), but she wants to be a zookeeper Julian is a doctor at an underfunded hospital with lots of drama Muriel lives off the grid in a broken-down van in the woods

Just due to mild curiosity what would be the casts favorite musicals? Asra - Legally Blonde: The Musical Nadia - Chicago Julian - Les Mis Muriel - Wicked Portia - Cats! Lucio - Phantom of the Opera / Kinky Boots (it’s a tie)

what cryptid is every character Asra = Chupacabra Julian = Mothman Nadia = Nessie Portia = Loveland Frog Muriel = Bigfoot Lucio = Jersey Devil

how would the game's characters celebrate the MC's birthday with them?? Asra would take them on a long journey without telling them where they were going (but would keep them entertained with riddles) to a scenic oasis, where he would pretend to drown so MC has to dive into the water and at the bottom is a magic flute that can summon a swarm of bees (their favorite!) Nadia would throw a tastefully brief festival in their honor. MC would be lavished with pampering (by professional pamperers) from dawn to dusk and when the clock struck midnight, they would be presented with seven bejeweled eagles (one for every day of the week) Julian would meet them for dinner in a shady tavern, bring them heaping plates of food and offer unsolicited advice for the coming year. About halfway through the meal he would have to scramble out the back door because law enforcement arrived on the scene but he’d put it an order in the kitchen to bring them something for dessert Lucio would declare the day a holiday and call it Day of the Beloved One of Lucio. They would have to sit uncomfortably still while a master artiste painted their portrait and a mile-long line of peasants laid gifts at their feet. Muriel doesn’t celebrate birthdays because time is a human construct Portia would throw a big loud party with a barbecue :D

Since it is soon, what would the characters do for Valentines day with us (the MC)? Nadia would take you on an elegant river cruise stocked with 130 varieties of tiny cake and a private crooner hired to serenade you but she would end up throwing them overboard for not hitting the high notes Asra would take you to the mall and splurge on all the stuff you both can’t afford but wait way too long to get lunch so you get into a fight and he proposes in the food court Julian would show up on the 15th after with all the candy he scored at 75% off, pretend it was on purpose that he got the day wrong, and wake you up at 3 am to come clean because the guilt was eating him alive Muriel would light some scented candles, cook up a sensual meal and throw a bearskin rug in front of the fireplace for you to enjoy alone while he escapes into the woods Portia would pack a picnic of chicken and tortilla chips, take you to the beach where you could splash around until the sun goes down and lull you to sleep on the sandy blanket with her acoustic guitar Lucio would have servants fill your room with floor to ceiling flowers while you sleep and wait impatiently for you to wake up like

Would you roommate with any of the characters? it’s hard to decide, so here are some pros and cons Asra - pro: never home / con: leaves dishes in the sink for weeks Nadia - pro: your home will be spotless / con: it’s spotless because she orders you to clean it for her Julian - pro: medical professional / con: half of your apartment is now this

rate the characters on how #extra they are Muriel: 4/10 Lucio: 13/10 Everyone else: 10/10

Which character could be best described as "tender"?? "Spicy"??? “tender”: Muriel “tender”/“Spicy”: Asra, Portia “Spicy”/”tender”: Julian, Nadia “Spicy”: Lucio

what the favorite Pokemon of all the characters were. Asra - Ekans, Delphox, Espeon Nadia - Noctowl, Gardevoir, Musharna Julian - Absol, Bisharp, Murkrow Portia - Chansey, Politoed, Hoothoot Muriel - Pangoro, Aggron, Wigglytuff Lucio - Houndoom, Pyroar, Skarmory

#what I spend my life on #the arcana #the arcana game #asra alnazar #nadia satrinava #julian devorak #muriel #portia devorak #count lucio #asra the magician #the arcana muriel #ask arcana #I just like to organize information too much

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jawabear · 3 years

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Hello, can I request a fic for Whiskey with prompts 58 and 70 from your prompt list

Brick Wall (Agent Whiskey x Reader)

Not my GIF

A/N: Hi. Sorry this took so long Anon! And I’m sorry it sucks! I’ve been super stressed lately and my brain is all over the place. But I hope you enjoy it. It got better as I went which is good but...I don’t know. I just feel a little all over the place. But writing helps me :) hope you enjoy it! Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Prompts: 58. Please don’t cry 70. I have feelings you know

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, crying, drinking, coldness, I don’t really know, not a lot I don’t think

Summary: Finally, he gets to go on a mission with the girl he loves, but she’s not exactly gifted in the social graces like he is

“Tell me again why I’m the one who has to do this” (Y/N) groaned as she adjusted her dress. It was far too snug for her liking. But her like was to not be in a dress at all. But when attending a fancy charity ball got the sake of a mission, she was a little out of options.

“Because all other female agents are currently otherwise occupied” Ginger explained for what felt like the hundredth time to her. (Y/N) wasn’t entirely thrilled about being pulled onto a mission with the most obnoxious agent in the agency.

“You hurt me darlin’. Thought we were going to have a nice time tonight” talk of the devil. Agent Whiskey, Jack Daniels, stood in the door way of Ginger’s office.

As much as he annoyed (Y/N), she had to admit, he cleaned up good.

He stood there dressed in a specially tailored sleek black suit with a nicely pressed white shirt and black tie. He didn’t wear his signature Stetson which was a little off outing actually. But his hair was neatly slicked back, he looked pretty dashing.

But (Y/N) was good at hiding her emotions and gave him no expression as she looked him up and down.

Jack on the other hand was not as good at hiding his emotions. And when he look at her, you could read him like a book. His face said what his words couldn’t. He stared at her with his mouth open, his eyes raking up and down her body, loving the way the red dress hugged her body so perfectly. Showing off those beautiful curves she had. He had never seen her dress as such, mainly because she never had.

“Wow sweetheart..” his voice was low “you look...wow”

“Thanks” she muttered “but I feel ridiculous. Let’s just go and get it over with so I can take this stupid thing off” she slipped her gun into her thigh holster and walk past him.

Jack turned to look at Ginger who gave him a soft look in return. “What am I supposed to do?” He sighed “the woman despises me. How the fuck am I ever going to tell her how I feel?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say Jack” Ginger shrugged “she’s a complicated person. And as frustrating as it may be for you, you may have to either give it up, or just tell her”

“I can’t...give it up. She’s...I’m head over heals for her”

“Then tell her. This is your chance. The perfect opportunity to tell her how you feel because it will be just the two of you”

“Yeah...I guess you’re right...”

“But in between that, make sure you complete the mission this time”

“This is a fucking shit-show” (Y/N) hisses under her breath “we’ve been here for nearly three hours and still no sign of any of them”

Jack downed the rest of his whiskey and placed his now empty glass on the bar he was leaning on, it being swiftly taken away by the bar tender but Jack was waved off the offer of another.

“Let’s face it Jack” she said to him “this mission is a bust. They’re not coming”

Jack nodded in agreement “I guess you’re right” he reached over and grabbed her hands pulling her towards the dance floor.

“What are you doing?” She asked him, slight anger in her voice at being dragged against her will.

“Just because they’re not going to show up, doesn’t mean we can enjoy tonight” he assumed the classic dance position. One hand joined with her and his other arm snaking around her waist in a firm grip to keep her there, but he knew she was string enough to get out of his hold without using much of her effort.

She said nothing but just glared at him. This didn’t deter him from beginning to waltz her in a small circle to the slow beat of the music being played. For a while she allowed him to dance with her, if you could really call it that. She wasn’t exactly making it easy for him. Her body was stiff, he wicked been better off dancing with a brick wall at this point. But despite that, he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Even if she was being difficult, he couldn’t deny the joy just being with her brought him. How he was the one who got to see her dressed up so nicely. He didn’t have the words to describe how beautiful she looked. How well she seemed to fit in with all the stuck up rich people surrounding them, calling themselves beautiful. But no one was more deserving of that word than she was.

Still, his frustration at her lack of cooperation was growing inside him. He wasn’t one to get angry, especially not to those he liked, but she admitted herself that the mission was a bust, there was no reason why she couldn’t let her guard down.

“There’s no one here you need to impress. So you can stop being so uptight and cold” his mouth betrayed him. He didn’t want to say anything to her about it. But the words slipped out without his consent.

Her eyes went wide at his words. Her body tensed. But her shock soon switched to anger. Anger he had never seen in her eyes before, it was more of a hurt anger than anything.

“Fuck you Jack” she hissed before yanking her hands from him and turning sharply, cleverly weaving herself through the crowd of people.

He immediately regretted what he said. He didn’t mean it. Well, not really anyway. He wanted her to relax, to feel comfortable around him. He should’ve worded it better, not just straight up insult her.

For a moment he just stood there awkwardly, none of the surrounding guests seemed to pay him any attention as he stood there. But when he finally came to his senses again, he stormed off in her footsteps. He had to apologise. He had to tell her how he felt before he fucked it up even more.

The trail lead him out on to a balcony where she lent against the stone wall, the moonlight outlined her perfect body so beautifully he almost didn’t want to approach her. He just wanted to look at her for a little while longer.

But he had to say something to her. He swallowed thickly and took cautious steps in her direction. When he looked at her, he saw her head hanging low as she stared at the ground way down under them. He felt so guilty that it was because of him she looked so...hurt.

“Sweetheart-“ he tried, reaching out his hand to stroke her cheek but she swatted it away and gave him a sharp look.

“I know I don’t always act like it but I have feelings you know” she turned back away from him and lent against the railing. “I’m not...just the heartless person everyone thinks I am..”

“You’re not heartless (Y/N), no one thinks you are-“

“Oh Jack. Just fucking stop okay? You know as well as I do that everyone hates me. Everyone thinks I’m heartless and...and cold. And yeah, maybe I am. But it’s not my fault. It...it wasn’t my fault...”

Jack didn’t need her to explained herself. He knew her story inside and out. He knew about all the traumas in her past. And he knew that anyone who faced close to what she did would find it difficult to smile again.

He noticed, when he looked back at her, that a tear fell down her cheek, perfectly reflecting the pale light of the full moon above them. “(Y/N)” He said her name quietly and reached over to her cheek again, but this time she didn’t shoo him away, she let him touch her. Jack took her face in both hands, tilting her head up so their eyes met. “Please don’t cry” his thumbs brushed gently under her eyes, wiping her tears away.

In perhaps a strange way, she looked beautiful when she cried. He had never seen her cry before. The way her eyes sparkled in the moon light made his heart flutter. There was no one more beautiful than her. He could feel himself getting lost in her eyes. Just getting lost. Getting closer, closer, closer to her...

She drew in a sharp breath and pulled her face from his hands. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hands and looked away from him “we should...get back to the mission” she muttered before taking a few steps away from him back towards the inside of the building.

But she was stopped when a firm hand took her arm. “Fuck the mission” he told her. She looked at his over her shoulder and saw the slight glimpse of desperation in his eyes.

“What?” She whispered, a little shocked but his sudden words “Jack...we have a job to do” she didn’t attempt to worm her way from his sturdy grasp, she quite enjoyed the warm of his ridiculously large hands on her bare arm.

“Fuck the mission” he said again, “you said it yourself, it’s a bust. A shit-show. So now I just wanna spend tonight with you” Jack carefully pulled her back into his chest and resumed the dancing position from earlier.

“Jack-“ she tried but she didn’t exactly know what she wanted to say. She wasn’t going to turn down an opportunity to spend a lovely night with Agent Whiskey, but they had a job to do.

“Fuck it, (Y/N). For tonight. Fuck ‘em all. I just want it to be me and you tonight. I want to show you that not everyone thinks you’re heartless. Some think you are the sweetest, most beautiful girl in the world”

“And who among the people think that, Jack?” She asked with a slightly laugh as he began to gently sway them from side to side, going in circles as well, but slowly.

“I do” he admitted “I think you’re amazing. And you are sweet. You’re kind, you’re funny, you have a mind that puts Ginger’s to shame. And you’re just the prettiest damn girl there ever has been in this world. And I-“ he cut himself of abruptly. The hopeful look in her eyes was too much for him. It made his heart pound in his chest and he would be surprised if she couldn’t hear it.

“You what?” She whispered as she gently ran her thumb over the back of his hand.

He blinked a few times and didn’t answer with words. Instead he leaned down and pressed his lips to her in a soft kiss. Into the kiss he poured every ounce of love he had for her. And she did the same back. Her hand squeezing his as she pushed her lips against his. He pulled his hand and his arm from her and took her face between them instead. Holding her lips against his for as long as possible. Her hands rested on his hips, unsure of where else to put them.

His lips fell from her, but their foreheads pressed together. “I’ve fallen for you” He whispered, stroking his thumbs over her cheeks.

She smiled. It was a faint smile, but it was there. And it was beautiful.

“I’ve fallen for you too, Jack” she said “I’m...I’m sorry about what I said...”

“It was my fault. I should be the one apologising. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said what I did”

“Jack?”

“Yeah darlin’?”

“Kiss me again”

He let out a soft chuckled and brought his lips back down onto hers “anything for you beautiful”

22/01/21

Taglist: @linkpk88 @phoenixhalliwell @lunaserenade @harrys-stan (let me know if you wanted to be added or removed from the list)

#agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey fanfic #jack daniels #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels fanfic #kingsman: the golden circle #angst #fluff #pedro pascal #fanfic

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mediocre--writing · 3 years

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeknnubu/

I think I can send links but- I just saw this Pre K teacher tiktok & now all I can think of is a future AU where Steve takes like maybe a younger cousin or maybe a friends kid to school (or even his own kid??) and he walks in on fucking bad boy Billy Hargrove, still rocking his leather jacket and combat boots, seated on the carpet doing this with a bunch of Pre K kids as their teacher. Just this big mean badass dude sitting with a bunch of kids, being the best, most sweet teacher in the world

Bonus points for him having a battle jacket of some sort that he lets them add too and play with the dulled down spikes and studs on. And he has a class where the kids all make a patch one big patch for him to add to his jacket because he loves them so much

AND even more points if he just says his whole nice personality is “fake and for work only because it was the first job he got” but It’s actually real, and he really just likes being with the kids all day because their fun & they unconditionally love him, especially on his bad days where he’s sad & less motivated. I just crave soft emotional stuff 😔

steve, for as kind a fellow as he is, really should have thought twice about offering to take his nephew to pre-k every day.

jill, his older sister, had to be at work by 6 every morning during the week and had no means to take her son, patrick, to school every day.

and steve offered because what else was there to do? he worked two jobs that both started later in the day and jill offered to give him gas money to do it, so why not?

plus, patrick really was a sweetheart, he was just an energetic kid. steve preferred older kids. the younger ones tested his patience too much.

but imagine his surprise when he walks into the building, going to patrick’s classroom, turning into the doorway to see billy hargrove, same as he was when they were in high school, sitting on a colorful, patterned rug, animatedly talking to children.

“biwwy!” patrick yelled as he ran from steve’s side to his... teacher... and hugged him super tight.

“hey, patrick, my buddy!”

steve felt like this may be a dream. there is no way that billy hargrove, mullet and all, was patrick’s pre-k teacher.

billy looked to the door, where steve was still standing, and offered a smile. patrick looked to where billy was looking, excitedly telling him about how his super fun uncle was driving him to school now.

billy was engaging with the kids. he talked along with them and was able to balance all the kids at once. he looked happy, steve realized.

steve left a few moments later, making sure patrick was ok and staring at billy for a while longer.

it’s not until the day before winter break that billy and steve actually interact again.

the class is having a holiday party and parents are encouraged to come and bring food, drink, or just general supervision.

steve had made tons of cookies, enjoying his fattening hobby of baking, and they were all decorated with fun santa’s or snowflakes or christmas trees.

he was even told to make a few blank cookies and bring spare icing for kids to decorate during their party stations.

when steve got to the classroom closer to the afternoon, it was still nap time for the 15 kids in the class, all curled up on small cots and bundled in blankets.

when he came in, billy was sitting at a table near the door, organizing strings by color and had stacks of paper and boxes of markers organized the same way.

“hargrove,” steve greeted, “i made cookies, didn’t know if there were any allergies, so they’re pretty plain, no chocolate or anything. and i didn’t decorate a few, like you asked,”

“thanks,” billy didn’t look up to him, still hunched over the table detangling strings. “‘can set ‘em over there,” billy vaguely gestured.

steve went to set them on a table with a fun, winter themed cover over it.

he came back to sit by billy at the craft table because he didn’t know what else to do. plus, he didn’t want to wake any sleeping children.

“so, why are you a pre-k teacher?” steve asked.

“getting straight to the point, huh?”

“well, you look like that,” steve gestured to his embellished leather jacket, the mullet, the tight jeans (not as tight anymore, he did have to get up and down off the floor), and the hefty black boots that could probably crush a kid’s tiny fingers. “and i haven’t heard about you going through a brain reset or something, so what’s up?”

“it’s the only thing i could find,” billy grunted, not liking this conversation.

“don’t teachers have to go to college like everyone else? and have to have like a specific thing that says they’re qualified to be a teacher? seems like an awful lot of work for this to be the only thing you could find,”

“well, i can boss four year olds around all day, who wouldn’t like that job?” billy countered.

steve went to respond when there was a creak heard from behind him. one of the kids, a young girl with a wild head of hair, was walking over to billy with her blanket still wrapped over her shoulders.

“hey, jeanie, what’s wrong, doll?” billy asked, drawing his eyes away from the tangled string, which he didn’t do when talking to steve. he was giving the girl— jeanie— his full attention.

“i woke up,” jeanie said as she made her way closer to billy, “i got nightmares,”

billy’s face turned sympathetic as he put his arms out for jeanie, allowing her to crawl into his lap and rest her head on his chest while he wrapped her tight in his arms.

“wanna tell me what it was about?” billy asked, but only got a shake of her head in return, “that’s ok, you can sleep for another 10 minutes, doll. you’re safe,”

she was cuddled up in his arms, poking at the dull spikes on his shoulders and the silver buttons around the jacket. she looked utterly peaceful as she started to doze off again.

billy was so gentle with the little girl, adjusting her in his arms, making sure she was stable in his lap, before moving one arm back to the string, as if doing it one armed would be easier than before.

“i can do it,” steve offered in a hushed tone, “the string. i can untangle it for you,”

billy slid the string ball over to steve’s side of the table and let him take a crack at it while he started rubbing jeanie’s back.

steve had managed to get the string ball undone in the 10 minutes of nap time they had left. the boys didn’t talk through those 10 minutes, but steve would sneak glances over at billy often.

billy, for someone who tried to run a group of kids over once upon a time, was really great with younger kids. he was able to keep jeanie asleep, even when he moved an arm or straightened his back, something steve couldn’t do with patrick.

another parent showed up right when nap time was going to end, carrying bags of board games and such.

two more parents showed after the kids had woken up, and soon the party was in full swing. the kids were having a delightful time, half of them covered in glitter and icing, but nothing a good bath won’t fix.

billy was thriving in the chaos of four year olds, making sure they were following directions but still having fun, keeping the morale up and excitement high.

the parents seemed to love him, from what steve heard. one parent, wendy, even said that she didn’t like billy to begin with, thought he would be irresponsible and mean, but her kid loves him.

billy, for as much of a big guy as he was, didn’t seem to tower over kids menacingly when standing at full height. and it didn’t seem taunting when he would crouch down. he was on their level, in many ways.

once parents started taking kids home at the end of the day, billy, steve, and patrick were left to help clean up, though patrick was knocked out on the multicolored rug, he’d used up a lot of energy that afternoon.

“so, what do you want me to do?” steve asked, watching billy sweep the floors.

“you can leave if you want, i’ve got it. plus, pat seems to be knocked out, huh?”

“he’s already sleeping, and i feel really bad leaving you to clean everything.”

billy sighed, looking around at the disaster that was his room, “could you start wiping down tables? clorox and paper towels are in the far right cabinet, second shelf,”

they got to work and the whole classroom was clean within the hour. billy was throwing his bag over his shoulder and steve was carrying patrick in his arms as they walked out to their cars.

“do you mind opening my door?” steve asked after many attempts to get patrick adjusted in his arms to move and open the back door.

billy moved over to open the back door of steve’s car before walking back over to his car, the same car he’d been driving since high school.

i guess people really never change, steve thought.

once he got patrick settled into his car seat and got the car running to warm it up before he drove home, steve stood and talked to billy for a few minutes. just casual conversation, a thanks from billy for steve’s help.

“would you, maybe, wanna go get a drink or something some time?” steve asked, awkward as ever.

the rest was history, steve and billy would see each other for a date every weekend and they’d wave to the other in the mornings and afternoons.

they had a similar situation when the spring party came, steve bringing decorated and undecorated cookies for the kids and showing up during their nap time.

but steve had something in his bag that he wouldn’t let billy see.

through the party, steve would bring the mystery item to each kid, making extra sure that billy never saw it.

even at their date that weekend, billy couldn’t get it out of steve to find out what it was.

at the very end of the year, they have another party (and steve does not remember his pre-k days, but he doesn’t think they had this many parties).

billy has been weird the past week, finally realizing that he’s not gonna see these kids often, if at all, anymore. he’d grown very attached.

but, in true billy manner, he refused to let anyone know he was upset about a bunch of toddlers.

that’s where steve’s secret came in handy.

you see, on that day of the spring party, steve had gotten a piece of paper and has each kid sign it in a different color. he’d brought it to a small shop and they’d been able to transfer it onto a patch, one for billy’s jacket.

it was scaled down to be the size of an index card, but all the names were still legible.

when they’d given it to billy at the end of the day, before kids went home, billy almost cried.

he loved the kids so much and loved the connection and impact they have had on him without him knowing. he’s gonna miss rocking jeanie to sleep three times a week because she can never stay asleep alone.

he’s gonna miss the chaos that this group of children, specifically, brought. they made his day great, even if he was feeling especially shitty.

they helped him feel good about himself. kids don’t lie, that’s for sure, and billy created such a strong bond with them that all their thanks and love will be forever ingrained onto his heart.

#stranger things #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #teacher billy #mediocre—writing #mw harringrove

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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for the meet uglies, 55 indruck sfw? sorry apollo

Here you go! For those wondering, Apollo originates in my Amnesty Super Hero AU

“Okay sir, I’m gonna say this as nice as I can.”

Indrid looks up from his drawing of some mushrooms. The ranger, a man about his age whose little bronze name tag reads “D. Newton”, has the look of someone choosing his words very, very carefully.

“You are this close to me writin you up. And I mean this. Close.” He puts his thumb against his finger.

“I, is this not allowed?” The log he’s sitting on is technically on the trail, just next to it.

“This ain’t the problem. It’s everythin you done since this morning that’s the problem.”

“I-”

“First there was leavin your breakfast trash on the picnic table by the visitor center so chipmunks got into it--it’s real bad for them y’know, makes ‘em too bold--then there was the selfies on off-limits spots, then you had the fu, uh, freakin nerve to be rude to Juno when she asked you to stay in safe areas, you littered left and right, then you left a beer can in the reeds by the plover nestin’ grounds. I don’t even know where to start with that one; you know we don’t allow alcohol in the park. Campgrounds sure, but we don’t want fellas like you gettin drunk and then fallin off a rock. How can you be so careless, or not give a shit for a place people put time into protectin?

The smile that’s been spreading across Indrid’s face since the word “selfie” is wide enough that the ranger spots it.

“Man, if you think this is funny, you won’t when you’re too drunk to swim or run from a bear. Then I’m gonna have to bail your ass out, which I will, and you’re gonna eat a slice of humble pie big as that overinflated ego of yours.”

Indrid snickers. The ranger glares. Slowly, Indrid pulls back the hood of his sweatshirt and retrieves his glasses from the front of his shirt (he doesn’t wear them when drawing in color due to their red lenses). The other mans expression slides off confusion and tumbles into horror.

“Aw hell, I’m sorry sir. Thought you were your, uh, well, guessin you got a twin runnin around this park.” He pulls the brim of his hat down in a charming attempt to hide his face.

“I do, and this is far from the first time I’ve been scolded in his place. Less so since I dyed my hair” he indicates the artificial silver framing his face, “I’m mostly amused by how accurately you captured his orientation towards the world. It’s also bitterly funny to discover he made someone else's day as unpleasant as he made mine.”

The ranger studies him, seems to notice the creases by his eyes and mouth, “Seem a little old to be gettin forced into family time. Not that you look old. Just, uh, I mean, you might be younger than me, hard to tell with the hair, uh, yeah.”

Indrid points in the direction of the beachside campsites, “The Cold Family Reunion can only be begged off so long.” His phone dings, the reminder that it’s his turn to help his aunt with dinner, “speaking of which, I should pack up.” He quickly gathers his supplies, sends the other man a final smile, “thank you for the laugh, Ranger Newton.”

“You’re uh, you’re welcome. And tell your twin to throw his damn trash away.” He smiles as he says this, suggesting a joke, but Indrid resolves to remind Apollo of his manners anyway.

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The fog caresses the coastline, hiding the dawn entirely. Indrid pulls his hood up against the chill, the wooden bench and viewing deck damp from the weather. He’s not going back to camp until he’s captured the sight before him; dozens of fishing boats on the dark water, their lights beautiful and soft against the grey world.

Sandy gravel crunches to his right, and then Ranger Newton appears. He keeps glancing at Indrid as he writes something indecipherable on a clipboard.

“I’m the nice one.” Indrid says in response to the quick, searching, looks.

“Thank fuck.” He turns so they’re actually looking at each other, “guess we’re both on the early shift.”

“Normally I wouldn’t be, but the cold and quiet is preferable to my twin snoring. I brought my own one person tent, but then my aunt and uncle had their monthly argument and she needed a new place to sleep.”

“That was mighty kind of you.”

Indrid shrugs, “Not really. I just want to get through this reunion with as little conflict as possible.”

“How’d you end up on this thing? Said you couldn’t get out of it but-”

“I just moved to town a month ago. Turns out this is a place my parents have always wanted to visit. Not enough to see me, mind you, or refrain from criticizing my choice of towns, but enough to host the reunion here so I had no escape. And if I want to eat with the family, I have to spend the night in the camp and not at home. And since money is tight after moving, well..."

The ranger whistles, “Damn, that’s rough. But uh, since you live in town you’ll actually get to see this place in nice weather.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” He shivers, “though I enjoy the cold when I can be in my nice little apartment. In a tent, not so much.”

“If you get a good sleepin bag or good company, gets a lot better.” The ranger smiles, then looks at his notes, “sorry, that ain’t appropriate talk around a visitor.”

Indrid meets his green eyes, “If you have recommendations for either, I’m all ears.”

A gust of wind carries salt spray all the way to the platform, Indrid shivering as it mists his glasses.

“Here” the ranger holds out his hnd, “I gotta go open the visitor center; nice and warm in there.”

“...Could you possibly come back in ten minutes? I’d like to finish my sketch.”

“Sure, won’t kill me to check on the tide measures while I’m out here.” He tips his hat and soon Indrid sees him winding down a path to the beach. Eleven minutes later he’s back, telling Indrid about a huge starfish he saw.

On the walk to the visitor center, he learns the “D” on his nametag is for “Duck,” that he’s a transplant from West Virginia, and that they’re actually the same age. When Indrid explains that he’s a tattoo artist who sells his drawings on the side.

“You’ll appreciate this, then” Duck bends down to roll up his pant leg. Indrid appreciates the view and the well executed geometric tree tattoo on his ankle.

“Juno and I got ‘em together. Had to go with the ankle because I already got some on my arms. Can’t show those off right now though.”

“My, my, Ranger Newton, you’ll flash a scandalous ankle at a guest but not take him to the gun show?”

Duck laughs, the sound like the mating call of a strange tropical bird; absurd and enchanting.

“Glad you’re in town to stay, Indrid. Think you’re the kind of fella I’d like to get to know.”

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Maybe he’s being childish. It’s not wrong for Apollo to say he’s making their father proud, that he’s successful, that he’s a golden boy of his field.

It’s just obnoxious for him to do this the one time their extended family expressed Indrid’s professional accomplishments. With that smile, the one Indrid knows for a damn fact he had fixed, that tone, that, that….

That voice sounds familiar.

He reverses course, takes the path he passed by that points towards the amphitheater. What he gets is more a firepit with a small stage, but standing at the center and addressing fascinated families is Duck.

Indrid sits on the rickety bench furthest from the stage, lets Ducks explanations of night blooming plants and the creatures that pollinate them drown out the echoes of family dinner. When the program ends and the parents shepherd their children off with instructions for bedtime and brushing teeth Indrid stays, not ready to leave but not intending to attract Duck’s attention.

He gets it anyway.

“Enjoy the talk?” Duck stays two steps down from him, rests a foot up on the bench, “this one is always real popular; when it gets warm, the little animal rehab place south of town brings education animals in. Y’know, bats and owls, stuff like that.”

“I’ll have to come back to see them.” The thought of seeing bats up close excites him, but he’s too tired to sell the emotion.

Duck frowns, “You okay?”

Indrid shakes his head, tells him about the constant comments, the threat of living forever as the family disappointment, a threat he can deal with until he’s around them all. Then he’s right back to being seventeen and afraid of failing them.

“....Apollo’s always been the golden boy, ruthless and goal focused like our father. He always knows just what to say to get under my skin and dig out the scar tissue,” Indrid sighs, “All I wanted tonight was to roast marshmallows and go to bed early.”

The ranger moved from the steps to the bench beside him as he told his story. Now, Duck looks at him, smile more soothing than the thrum of the distant waves, “I got an idea. Guessin’ you don’t gotta tell your family where you’re goin, right?”

“No, most of them will assume I’m off sulking and Apollo will hope I’ve fallen off a cliff.”

“Then leave ‘em to be their shitty selves and come home with me. Uh, not, not-not like that, fuck, like what you’re thinkin, uh. Fuck. What I mean is; I got a fireplace and some marshmallows. You want in?”

Indrid watches the dying fire flicker of the curves of his face, thinks back on the last week. The ranger has been a frequent companion, brings him hot cocoa from the little cafe and tells him where he’ll be for chunks of the day in case Indrid needs a break from his family. Last night, all Indrid could think about was wanting Duck to be in the tent beside him.

“Absolutely.”

On the drive over, Indrid points out his apartment complex and Duck points out the best places to eat and the cheapest laundromats. His house is tiny, looks like it was built when the town was a logging hub and not a tourist destination.

“Make yourself at home, it’ll take me a sec to get the fire goin’--uhuh, Taco, stop tryin’ to open that cabinet.” He hoists a yowling, blonde ball of fur on the couch. The cat directs a suspicious look Indrid’s way and then settles on top of the pile of blankets.

“You a s’more man?” Duck calls from the kitchen.

“No, thank you. I prefer my sugar in a single bite.”

“You eat marshmallows in one bite? I’m always worried I’ll choke.”

“I have an accommodating mouth.” Indrid smirks when Duck audibly drops the bag. He’s not always the best with social cues, but if the way Duck kept brushing their hands together on the center armrest in his car is any indication, the ranger is trying to pick him up.

Once the fire is going Duck sits on the rug, patting the spot to his left. Indrid joins him. Caramelizing sugar and increasingly sleepy laughter soon fills the air. Neither of them keep their knees from touching, and Duck keeps dropping his head to Indrid’s shoulder when he giggles. The whole scene is so heavenly Indrid isn’t paying attention to their marshmellow consumption. He reaches into the empty bag and makes a disappointed noise.

“Damn, we really went through ‘em.” He catches Indrid’s eye with a playful grin, “you still cravin’ sugar?”

Indrid licks his lips, “Yes.”

Duck cups his cheek, guiding him into a sleepy, close-mouthed kiss, brushing their noses together when he pulls back to murmur, “That do the trick?”

“Hmmmmm?” Indrid cocks his head, “no.”

The other man guffaws as Indrid pulls him down on top of him, kissing him happily and wiggling his hips when Duck digs his fingers into his hair. His own hands migrate under Duck’s shirts, finding his body just as warm and wonderful as he hoped.

He nips Duck’s lower lip. The ranger growls and Indrid is no longer tired.

“Care to see just how accommodating my mouth can be?”

Duck rolls them twice so they’re a safe distance from the fire, “Hell yeah.”

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Indrid saunters into camp late in the morning, some of the Colds already packing up to depart. His twin is stuck on dish duty, grins like a barracuda when he spots Indrid.

“I don’t know why you’re here. You missed breakfast, and you weren’t in camp last night, so you don’t get lunch or dinner either. May as well skulk back into the shadows.”

“Mmm, yes, I was rather undutiful.” Indrid spots a figure checking campsite permits, who stealthily blows him a kiss, “but at this moment in time, I don’t particularly care.”

#indruck #meet ugly #indrid cold/ duck newton #taz amnesty #reader request

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