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stardancerluv · 2 months

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The Past Follows Like Your Shadow

Part 6

Summary: It is Halloween for Gator and reader.

Notes/Warnings: 18 & Over. Oral M receiving. Harsh Language. Sexist behavior. Underage drinking (DO NOT DO THIS!) Be safe!

Monologue from film Halloween ‘78 used.

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The world of sparkling snowflakes, happiness and magic, swirled around you. The glowing keys on the laptop clicked and clacked under your fingertips. You smiled, you moved a few last words around and then one more sentence. The made the final revision to your Christmas book finished. The illustrations were so sweet and matched the magic you wanted to create on the pages.

******

“How is it out there?” She asked.

You shrugged. “Not horrible. Gonna take awhile. My aunt held onto so much stuff.”

“Take your time. The book looks great. It will be a good addition to the series.”

“Thanks Janice.” You smiled. You were lucky to have such a good agent. She encouraged your creativity.

“Let’s do a catch up lunch when you get back alright?”

You brightened. “That will be great.” You sighed. “I miss the big city.”

“Already?”

“I forgot how small this town.“

“You’ll be back and navigating through the seas of taxis and buses soon enough.”

The shrill sound of the doorbell filled the house. You rolled your eyes, before squeezing them shut. This town and the people in it had a way of interfering with things.

“Someone just rang the bell. My aunt’s only neighbor has been acting like she has been assigned to be my nanny.”

A chuckle filled your ear. “Well, someone has to make sure you eat your vegetables and drink your water.”

You both shared a chuckle, before the bell rings again.

“I better go and get that.”

“Alright! Once again, love the book. I’ll be sending the proof copy out to you asap, if you’re not back already.”

“I better be back by then.”

You pushed end and then closed the laptop. Getting up, you stretched and made your way downstairs. A tall shadow darkened the milky glass.

Fear knotted in your stomach. What if that was Roy, it suddenly dawned on you that he could show up as easily as Gator had.

Your stomach churned at the thought of him. You were adult. You didn’t have to take his shit. You gave a curt nod to yourself. Made you feel a little braver. Like the night before with two hands you pulled the door open.

You gasped. You didn’t know where to look first. Gator was lost in his own moment, his eyes narrowed as he squinted looking out at the expanse of land that encroached on your aunt’s property. He took a pull on that vape. A puff of white swirled and twirled around him. You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched with sheer delight at casual manner he scratched, more like tugged at his trousers. That’s when you saw his one arm that was wrapped in a cast. Unease filled you.

“Gator!” You squeaked. “What the hell happened?” Concerned replaced the unease and your heart picked up speed.

He made a half hearted expression. “Are you not going to invite me in Tulip? So I can tell ya?” He took another pull on his vape, exhaling a large plume of white above him.

“Oh, yes of course. Come in.” You motioned him in. “Come in.” You shivered as the fingers of the autumn breeze attempted to take a hold of you.

He grimaced and walked in.

“Want me to make you some coffee?” You offered.

It was one of those old coffee makers, you’d figure it out for him. He settled faster then you expected in the living room.

You winced as you saw him flinch. “Fuck.” He mumbled.

You watched as he put too much pressure on the casted arm as he sat down.

“Nah. Just come sit beside me.” He patted a place beside him.

“Ok.” Your heart continued to pick up speed.

How did he still have this effect on you? You felt like you could just wilt at his feet. You could barely think.

The two of you played in the mud, gotten grass stains on your clothes with all the adventures you shared. A friendship starting where the memories of childhood begin. Then one day all at once, not remembering exactly how it began but passions were ignited and they were as intense as the sun’s rays on a summer day until it all shattered. When it ended, you were left broken and your entire reputation had been destroyed.

But here you were, last night the two of you had been like a moth to a flame. You couldn’t run any longer.

Trembling inside you realized that you had been merely surviving after you ran away. That no matter how you tried to forget the past or push it away, this was your destiny. This town, this man. Distantly, you felt and even saw how he was not the same man and yet you were drawn to him.

Deep down you should fight this, you had to. It was not going anywhere. He’d never divorce Mary Sue. All of this had no future. Why would put yourself through all this pain again. You didn’t think your heart could handle it.

He whistled as you drew closer, it made you blush. “Damn, how you are even prettier then when you were mine.” Once again you realized he had made his vape disappear.

“I doubt that. Alot has happened since then.” You tucked some hair behind your ear.

No matter how many light, fluffy stories you wrote or how many bottles you drank; to get didn’t change how you felt. As you tucked your leg under yourself settling beside him, you were as giddy as a teenager.

“Tulip, believe me. You are still a knock out.”

These sweet words, made you bite the inside of his cheek. “So you were wrangling a bad guy?” You tried to say light heartedly. “From the looks of it, he may or may not have gotten the upper hand.”

His eyes slid your way. You felt the look. He reached up and scratched the back of his neck.

“When did you get this smart mouth?” His lips twisted.

Seeing him here. How he sat, how he spoke. It did something to you. Your mood shifted. Inwardly, you began to crave him. You remembered how much it had been fun to try this or that when the two of you explored sexual things.

You tried to look demure. You hoped he wouldn’t laugh. “Are you going to show me how to put it to better use?”

“I would love to. But are you sure?”

An air of smugness fell over his features. They only furthered the excitement you felt grow in your stomach.

“You barely could take me last night. What makes you think your mouth can handle me?”

“I can try and you can tell me all about what happened.” Just offering it, just talking to him like this and the familiar ache began grew between your legs.

He reached out with his good hand, his fingers grazing your cheek. “I knew you could be a good girl; my good girl.”

“I can be at times.”

He cupped your chin. “We’ll see. And right now, its not a good idea for you to let your smart mouth run after all I dealt with today.”

Excitement filled you. Leaning over, careful to not put any major weight on him, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, which he didn’t return. “I’ll make you forget all about that.” You whispered.

Silently, he opened his legs. His good hand smoothed his trousers. You noticed the holster on his thigh was empty, you looked at him. “Back in the car, can’t have you and I having an accident.”

Nodding, you continued to let your hands move higher caressing his thighs. You looked at him through your lashes.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

You slipped down to the floor easily finding your place between his legs.

He nodded. “Yeah but I’m enjoying the sight of you.” His lips curled. “Between my legs, is the perfect place for you.”

“I enjoy being here.” You felt good.

*****

“He was creepy as fuck. But we’ll get him. No one breaks my fucking arm.”

Your stomach churned, in a bad way. From the sounds of it, this Munch guy, had issues. He didn’t seem to care.

This was not good, his tip tickled the back of your throat. It made tears prickle your eyes. You had to distract yourself from what you heard. You worried for Gator. This man sounded more terrifying then Roy.

You hollowed your lips taking him deeper. Easily you controlled your breathing. Your brushed up against the wiry curls that nestled his base. His length, how it felt as he slid between your lips made ache and need increase between your legs.

Hearing a moan breaking his lips you glanced up at from under your lashes at him. Your excitement soaked your panties. His head was thrown back, eyes closed and his lips were parted. His breathing shallowed. The slicked back strands became unruly.

You slid him from your mouth with a pop. Still holding him. “You going to last Gator?” Your lips grazing his tip as you spoke. “Last time, you came uncontrollably on me and in my mouth.”

You hummed thoughtfully as you just sucked on his tip. You could feel as his body tightened.

“Oh, I can last tulip

His moans grew louder. You moaned yourself around his length as you felt his good hand, his fingers nestled in your hair, gently pulling.

“Even now, you are going to smart mouth me.” Glancing at him, you saw that his lids had grown heavy, his eyes half closed as they met yours. His fingers tightened making you whimper louder around his hard length.

“Do I need to shove my cock down your throat so you choke on it?” His voice had grown even raspier.

It elicited pleasure from you, making you moan at his words. They fueled you desire. You increased your pace as you bobbed up and down his length. Taking him deeper, some salvia and spit escaped your mouth, wetting the wiry dark curls.

A chuckle, came from him. “Aw, there you go. No smart words.”

His fingers caressed where they laid on your head. You pressed your thighs together. You longed to reach down and give yourself some relief. But you didn’t dare. He deserved this after what that psychopath did to him.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck.” He mumbled above you, he trembled. “Don’t you fucking stop. Don’t you..” His words trailed off, only incoherent moans and his harsh breathing could be heard.

A soft sound escaped from you as you felt him shake before he spurting into your mouth. He was tangy and sweet. Eagerly, you took it all. You struggled a bit but managed to swallow it all.

Sighing, you say back on your ankles and licked your lips. You watched as he inhaled deeply, rapidly. His lashes fluttered against his cheeks as he sat up a little straighter, his eyes met yours and a small smile spread across his face.

“Damn,” He licked his lips. “that felt amazing.”

You smiled, you couldn’t stop your self from wiggling where you sat under his gaze. It did little to help your ache.

“Aw, my tulip is all flushed from sucking me off.” His lips curled, as he quickly tucked away his softening member and fastened his trousers. “Aw, did sucking my cock get you all achy and needy baby?”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded. “Yes.” Desperation, cloaked your voice.

“As you should be. Come up here and straddle me.” He patted his lap.

Your legs trembled and shook as you rose. You eyed, his broken arm before looking back at him.

“I’ll manage. Now do what I said before I change my mind.” His Adam’s apple bobbed, as he swallowed. “I’m sure I have somewhere I need to be.”

You braced yourself on one of his shoulders as you straddled him.

******

You tucked yourself into the corner of the diner. You had no desire to attempt cooking. Turmoil, churned in your stomach. It had been two days since Gator had been on your doorstep and you kneeled between his legs.

Did he really have that kind of strangle hold on you, that you missed him. Seventy - two hours ago, his name would have not passed your lips and now, your body ached for him.

“Sweetie, you look like you could use some pie.” The waitress said, sweetly and placed a slice of pumpkin in front of you with a heaping of whipped cream.

You smiled up at her. “Thank you, but you shouldn’t have.” Her simple act of kind really stuck you.

Her smile grew warmer. “Halloween, doesn’t have to always have tricks. Sometimes its the treats that mean the most. Now eat up dearie.”

You smiled and nodded. That’s when it hit you, that it was freaking Halloween. How had time passed and it almost slipped by you. You gobbled up the slice as you were stuck with an idea.

******

With a few ooofs and a handful of umpffffs, you carried one of the larger pumpkins from the farm stand to your car. You knew you’d find one, only had taken you about twenty minutes of driving around.

With a few muttered curses you then managed to carry it into your aunt’s house. You finally placed it on large, kitchen table. With a roll of your shoulders you went back closed the front door. A crisp breeze blew in, it sliced right through your hoodie, it made you shiver and pause.

Shoving your hands into the large pocket, you stood there at the clear night. The moon was a silver disk and the stars twinkled. It was the kind of Halloween, you would have wished for when you were younger.

Sighing you finally closed the door. Going over to your laptop, you cued up the hotspot and after a few clicks you found and rented one of your all time favorite horror movies, Halloween. The music still gave you chills when you heard it.

******

Jumping, you looked over at your window. Once again Gator’s tapping on your window.

He covered his mouth laughing. Shaking your head you went to your window. Opening it, you scowled at him.

“Scaring me again, Gator and laughing.” Huffing, you hugged yourself. “I should just let you climb back down and sneak back to your house.”

He held up a copy of Halloween and a flask. Your brow furrowed. “Isn’t that your father’s flask?”

He nodded.

You pressed your lips together.

“Mission accomplished. Now let me in.”

You rolled your eyes. “Alright.” And you stepped aside.

******

That had been the first time whiskey passed your lips. It burned and tingled. It filled the two of you with giggles.

You had thought you were so smooth pushing a towel in the gap between your bedroom door and your floor. You still could feel the relief that you had heard the floorboards creak moments before the knob turned.

Gator and scuttled under your bed. You snapped off the tv and practically leap onto your bed and under your covers before the door had opened.

Your mother’s fingers fluttered across your forehead as you pretended to be fast asleep. You had heard her worry of you being warm. That perhaps, the chill of autumn had taken ahold of you.

She lingered a little longer as she grabbed some clothes you had tossed in haste and with creaking floorboards, she left shutting the door behind her.

Gator, scrambled and pulled himself up and leaned on the edge of you bed. His elbows, dug into your blanket and mattress. That little bit and he made your bed dip.

“Boy, that was close.” He had whispered as one of his hands cradled his cheek.

“It was.” Your heart was beating hard in your chest.

******

As you grabbed grabbed one of the large spoons. You could have sworn you saw something move just beyond the kitchen window. Shaking your head you went back to the pumpkin and soon, began scooping out the seeds and stringy pumpkin bits. Wrinkling your nose, you had forgotten what the inside of a pumpkin smelled like. You went back to scooping.

Distantly, Donald Pleasance’s voice drifted over to you. Wiping your hands on the towel that sat beside the pumpkin you dashed to your laptop to watch one of your favorite scenes from the movie.

“I spent eight years trying to reach him. And then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized what was living behind those boys eyes was purely and simply evil.”

The curtains became transparent as lights flickered and shone on them before the lights snapped off. You could have sworn your heard something. You stilled but swallowing you got up and crept over and peaked out from the edge of the curtain.

A chill ran down your spine as the figure drew closer. They were clad in dark clothes. You barely could make them out their form in the inky black of the night.

Spotting the mask over their face and you gasped, was that a Jack Skellington mask? You couldn’t move. You felt rooted as they walked right over to you. You attempted to back up but your feet wouldn’t move and your hand clutched at your curtain. Your heart picked up speed.

They stopped in front of you, moving their masked face which gave your even further chills they tapped the glass.

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valentine-writes · 8 months

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ur writing is super good!! sorry if i’m piling on with this, but any angst with miguel? i need this man put in a blender

if you need to be mean

「 tws + notes: vv possibly ooc, unedited, spider-person reader, unhealthy dynamic, assorted angst, hurt/comfort ending, reader is cold, miguel doesn't know how to deal with emotions, everyone is a wreck but they're all trying so hard :( </3 」

「 gn!reader, man idek if this is platonic or romantic tbh y'all r just messy here 」

↳ ft. miguel o'hara/spider-man 2099

author's note: THANK U SM!! and i got u!!! i am. so excited 2 practice more for him– anon please don't be upset w/ me,, but,,, (´∩｀。),,, i physically don't think i can write Pure Angst. i wud b no good at it!! :p so! hurt/comfort in the end ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐ i CANT JUS,, END IT SAD,, </3 i am so so sorry!! also so so real putting him in tha blender at the Highest Speed ever,,, he iz my milk webkin fr (lovingly) (kinda) some real quick stuff: this was gonna b short but i Overdid It and im still unsure whether i like it or not. and also. i was supposed to have the reader being mildly Messed Up™️ too cuz "hehehehe letz make this more difficult >:))" (also becuz miguel is NOT the only one allowed to have issues + too many angsts i have read where reader jus takes what miguel dishes out passively and i didn't want that) BUT I ENDED UP MAKING IT WORSE AJDHDQWHJE,,, hopefully this is. angst galore. again i am not great w this <( _ _ )> <//3

▸ maintaining a healthy relationship with miguel– in any form– proves to be difficult.

this is especially prevalent in the beginning stages of your developing relationship. you begin to learn that he is terrible with verbally expressing any affection he feels towards you. some days he seems almost so completely distant that there’s valid reason to worry that he just doesn't care about you anymore.

these worries are the furthest thing from the truth– miguel hasn't cared about someone to this extent in a while. still, he finds himself lacking, completely unable to tell you how much you mean to him.

▸ sometimes he grows fearful that he's become too attached to you. he aware he's in too deep at this point, yet conflict rages on in his mind: whether it's better to hold on as tight as he can to keep you in his life, or let you go before something rips you away from him.

part of him is worried it's only a matter of time before something happens.

these thoughts are usually quelled by drowning himself in tasks and missions, using his focus on work as a means of distraction.

when there's nothing left to shut them out, he chooses to avoid you instead of seeking reassurance.

there are times when you don't see him for days straight. he doesn't send you on any missions, doesn't contact you, actively avoids you when you're inside of the HQ– and when you eventually see him again, he avoids speaking of it. you both understand you're meant to pretend like nothing happened.

you're not beyond doing the same to him. miguel is distraught with how similar you two can be, how you reflect him and he reflects you in unique and awful ways– ways that only the two of you can understand.

▸ whenever you choose to be the one to spontaneously ditch, however,,, there are moments where he gets desperate and ends with him seeking you out,, usually by assigning you a mission just so you have a reason to come back

no matter who leaves– whether it's you or miguel– you both end up taking each other back in the end, half-heartedly reaching the unspoken agreement that this is the way you two “reconcile.” you grow accustomed to this back and forth.

you're both wonder who this is hurting more.

▸ never wants to be seen as clingy or needy. wants to convince himself he can make it on his own, that things are somehow better that way. miguel feels a deep frustration in the fact that he can't seem to process his emotions in a proper manner.

he seeks solace in solitude, even if it never fully works. he's willing to settle with feeling "okay" instead of "better." (self isolation moment.)

asking for help on missions is one thing. asking for personal help is another, which means that offering him support on his bad days is always a hit or miss.

most of the time, if someone chooses to extend their hand to him, it's typical that he swats it away and insists he doesn't need anything. he doesn't accept help easily– even when it's from you.

▸ there's always the off chance he lets you stick around. he's silent as you find a place for the two of you to sit down. once he’s comfortable, he leans against your side.

the quiet in the room isn't tense. it isn't scary. you know he just doesn't want to talk about what’s bothering him often. he can't even verbalize how much you mean to him– how is he meant to explain any of his other emotions to you?

"it's okay." you whisper, breaking the silence in the room. "just... take your time."

even though your words are as soft you can manage, it feels like you're yelling in contrast to his complete wordless state. you glance over at him. miguel doesn't meet your gaze.

"i'll be here for you," his expression softens ever so slightly at your words as you reassure him, "i promise."

he only mutters one word in response: "don't."

▸ (next headcanon based off of this art from instagram. slide two specifically.)

you can still remember the first time he ever cried in front of you. it's been a vivid memory in your head ever since it happened– not because of why it happened– but because of how it happened.

"you haven't been around for days, miguel." it's been almost more than a week since you've last seen him. this time, you sought him out– not to bring him back into your life, but to confront him one last time. after deliberating for longer than you cared to mention, you finally decided you were going to make things right or get out of his life for good.

and there he is, standing on his platform. it's lowered to the ground, the orange holographic screens surrounding him empty, displaying nothing. they emit a soft glow in the dark of the room.

"tell me what's wrong." you demand. the tone in your voice is unfamiliar to him. you're not making any effort to conceal how thin your patience has been wearing.

his back is turned to you. he doesn't say a word until you approach the lowered platform he stands on.

"go away."

"what? like you've been doing this entire time?" you retort.

"go away." he repeats more forcefully. his anger doesn't scare you away. nothing ever does.

you stare at him unflinchingly. "not until you tell me what's wrong."

miguel knows you're going to stand firm. you're going to stay until he tells you. as he lifts his head, glancing over his shoulder to speak to you, you brace yourself– you wait for him to yell. to lash out. anything.

he just looked at you. his eyes, stinging with tears, meeting your stare.

you don't remember what was hurting him that day. you can't recall what made him breakdown in front of you. no, this is the part you remember.

miguel's large frame looks so much smaller as he attempts to shrink himself, as if trying to hide from you. he averts his gaze, trying to blink back the tears and fails horribly.

he has nothing left to do. miguel hides his face in his hand, even if it’s only the two of you in the room. he’s humiliated– completely ashamed– that he can’t seem to stop his crying. for a moment, you’re frozen, unsure of what to do.

it's a drastic change from how you know him. standing in front of you, miguel seems more like an inconsolable child, rather than the detached and icy person most knew him as.

"don't look at me." those are the only audible words miguel manages to choke out between stifled sobs. he cries like a little boy.

and you hate it. you hate how hard he makes it hard to stay angry at him. you hate that no matter what you do, you can't stay away.

the tension in your body dissolves slowly, jaw unclenching as you sigh to yourself. you’re caving already.

it takes you a moment, but you know you can't leave him like this.

slowly approaching him, you quietly wrap your arms around him from behind, gentle enough for him to pull away from your touch if he didn't want it. he doesn't protest. you swear you can feel him subconsciously lean in.

"it's okay," you mutter, "i got you."

▸ miguel makes sure to talk to you the next day after you comforted him. to your surprise, it wasn't to tell you to keep that moment between the two of you– he knew you well enough to know you wouldn't say a word.

he was there to say thank you. simple and plain as that. he thanked you for sticking around. thanked you for being there even though he constantly pushed you away.

and you couldn't find the energy to respond. horribly disheartening to miguel, considering this is the most effort he had put in to communicate with you– but understandable. he didn't push you any further.

as awful as it felt to know, you didn't want a thank you. you didn't need his gratitude for your stubbornness.

it was much too late for a thank you to resolve the days he left you without a word, only to return expecting everything to be the same. it was much too late for a thank you to make you feel better about the fact you ended up comforting him even after everything. those words couldn't fix anything.

you wanted a goddamn apology.

▸ it's been almost three weeks since you'd last been seen around the spider society hq.

nobody seemed to be aware of the reason for your sudden disappearance. miguel was worried sick.

his temper is shorter, his patience is waning, and he’s willing to snap if anyone even mildly irritates him. it’s an unpleasant experience for everyone.

he'd tried to find you by tracking your watch, which proved to be useless. you were too clever for that– you'd made yourself undetectable, somehow disabling or destroying it before you left. miguel could’ve hunted you down, searching every place in the multiverse to find you again, once more to see you. but he didn't have to. the moment he had decided to start the search, your watch went active again, allowing him to locate where you were. like you were beckoning him over.

he didn’t hesitate to meet you there, stepping through a portal to get to you. notably, you weren’t in your own universe– but he wasn’t going to scold you for that. not now.

there you were. it was almost dream-like to him, seeing you sitting in the grassy fields in the middle of nowhere, the outline of your frame illuminated by the moonlight. the night air was filled with tension, as you sensed him approach from behind and quietly sit beside you.

he’s the one to break the silence. your name slips from his lips, as he’s about to speak up–

"hey." you greeted flatly, cutting him off. you glance at him with a weak smile, chuckling dryly. "so... you need something?"

"...no." miguel glanced around at the unfamiliar setting. just before he can get anything out, you part your lips to speak again, looking up at the dark sky, glittering above the two of you.

“i forget that new york doesn’t have the best view of the stars.” you murmur. “light pollution and all that shit… so y’know,, this is nice. i missed this type of view.”

he nods in agreement, though the small talk about the stars isn’t what he wanted from you.

you continue with your little ramble, seemingly just saying whatever came to mind. “speaking of cities– how’s your corner of the multiverse been? has nueva york been fine? feels like forever since i’ve been there.”

miguel tries not to be distracted by your casual conversation or your obvious allusions to your absence. he sees the way your shoulders are held tense, the way your gaze flits over at him expectantly– miguel knows you’re just waiting for him to talk about it, anticipating what he’s oing to say next.

"i– look–” he takes in a breath, finding the words he had been planning to say all this time. “i know. i know i messed up, and i messed up a lot. …i just came here to tell you i'm sorry. for everything."

there’s a momentary lapse of silence between the two of you. the tension is immeasurable as he watches you shift your sitting position, facing him entirely.

"you should be. asshole."

miguel sighs. “i… really should’ve expected that.”

“you know, migs? i tried so hard to just leave you alone.” the previous confidence in your voice wavers. there’s no bitterness in your words, no malice. he hears it in your tone: you’re just worn down, utterly emotionally exhausted.

he hears a sniffle, causing him to turn his full attention to you. the tears glisten as they fall from your eyes and drip down your cheeks. you make no attempt to shy away.

“what are we gonna do now?” you ask, looking over at him. your voice is faint. small. “i can’t let you go– and for fuck’s sake, you won’t even let me– so… what now?”

“i… don’t know.” he confesses. his hand makes his way to yours, placed atop it. his other wipes your tears away, trembling as he touches your cheek with all the tenderness there is, like he’s afraid he might hurt you. he whispers your name again, and it is the sweetest sound you’ve heard in a while.

miguel usually thinks he’s no good at comforting others. but in this moment, you would’ve never known that. he doesn’t hesitate to pull you into an embrace, holding you in his arms like you’re the most precious thing in the world. he’s not leaving you to suffer alone. he’s not leaving you like that ever again.

“you don’t have to forgive me.” he whispers to you. miguel knows he can’t repair all the damage he’s done. he knows you might never be able to look at him the same. And for once, he’s fine with that. he just needs to know you’ll be okay. “...just, please. let me do this for you.”

#i haven't decided whether i hate this or not #BUT WOWOWOWOW baby's first angsty angst.... this is. something!!#hope y'all dont mind reader's personality here. if given no directions 9/10 times i jus go “hmm but what wud i do here....”#anon i am so sorry if this is disappointing AJDHEJDHWE #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara headcanons #angst #atsv x reader #atsv headcanons #atsv #across the spider verse spoilers #spider man: across the spider verse

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angelkurenai · 4 years

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Imagine dating Jensen and never having told him you knew who he was and what his job was, or that you had a crush on him. So when he finds out he gets mad and a fight ensues.

“Honey, can you please check to see if there are any empty boxes left on the-”

“None.” Jensen cut you off with a small smirk, leaning against the door frame and chuckling when he saw you startle and let out a small yelp when you realized he was there.

“Jens!” you exclaimed, hand over your heart “You scared me, how long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough.” he grinned, getting closer to you “Long enough to admire the view and maybe- certainly fall in love with you just a little bit more, unbelievably possible you see, and that adorable face you make when going through your...” he looked over your shoulder at the things in your hands “Childhood memories I see! Wow that's some real talent there, is that-” he tilted his head to the side, looking at your childhood drawing “Is that a... kitty or a shark?”

“Shut up.” you said with a small pout, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks from the embarrassment, but at the same time unable to hold a small laugh when Jensen ticked your sides before wrapping his arms around your middle and sitting down next to you on the bed “And to answer your question... I think it's supposed to be both. My favorite animals from land and sea, you see, because of how adorable and dangerous they can both be.”

“Dangerous and adorable, wow, that's a way to think about those two. Ok.” he pursed his lips for a second, nodding his head “Remind me to have a serious talk with you about your childhood memories and concepts of cute when we decide to have kids, yeah? I'm scared I will walk into a nursery painted a deep shade of black because you think it's a lovely color.”

“Alright first-” you raised a finger to stop him before he could say anything else “Black is a lovely color and if you have anything against it then we really need to have a serious discussion about that otherwise I am afraid I can't move in with you at all. Not to mention that I think that puts our relationship in danger on its own. So you either prepare yourself for the endless amount of black outfits I have or otherwise-”

“No! No, totally fine with black. Lovely color, totally.” he shook his head immediately and you chuckled, leaning on him more.

“And as for the second-” your voice took on a softer tone as you looked up to lock eyes with his and offer him a soft smile, almost reassuring when you saw the panic in his eyes no wonder because he had previous slipped and didn't expect you to catch it “I always loved the idea of a yellow or light green one, or maybe both. Doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl, or both.” you chuckled and a beautiful smile started spreading on his lips “Though don't look so cheerful, honey, because if it is twins I am going to be making your life a living hell until labor, mind my words!”

“I'll gladly take it all, sweetheart. All of it.” he leaned down to kiss your lips with a smile on “But I'm definitely on bedtime-story duty because I still don't trust you with it.”

You scoffed, giving him a playful shove “Some kind of boyfriend you are. If you must know sharks are a very important part of the ecosystem and they are endangered species. We must love and protect them and-”

“Alright, National geographic-” he said fondly “You can continue later with the info. In case you didn't notice, we've got a moving to make and you have a lot of things that need to go into boxes yet. Keep it up like this and you won't be moving into my house until next month.”

“And what a tragedy that would be.” you chuckled “I do have a lot of things to go through, though, some of which need throwing away, so it will take time. You said anything about the boxes?”

“Ah yes the boxes, there are none left in the house whatsoever, I ended up using a lot for the kitchen. Seems like we're gonna have to find some new ones. But that doesn't stop us from going through the things you need and the ones you plan on throwing away together yeah? Who knows what kind of interesting stuff I might find out.” he smirked and you scoffed a laugh.

“Underwear drawer is right up there honey, that's probably the only thing that can get as interesting as you expect. There's nothing much here, some stuff from my childhood, teenage years and probably some from 4 to 5 years ago.”

“Bummer.” he huffed, moving towards some other smaller shoe boxes that he expected to hold childhood stuff like the rest “Well, you look at the creepy childhood art then, while I go through this for once. If they're ok, we can move it as it already-”

“No wait, Jens that's not for-” you started, jumping on your feet to stop him, but it was already too late because the box was already open right in front of him in a matter of seconds.

“-is.” he added half a second after you, and as the frown on his face deepened he added “Wh-what- What is this?”

“Just- old stuff. Nothing worth noting.” you didn't keep your eyes on the posters, DVDs and rest of Supernatural merch that was in the box.

“Is this yours? (Y/n) is this yours?”

“I uh-” you cleared your throat, feeling your hands shake when you noticed that his jaw had clenched as well “Uh well... yes, it's in my house. Of course, b-but- It's old stuff I even had forgotten I had there. R-really not something you should concern yourself with. Let's- let's not waste time on them, yeah?” you asked tentatively, hating how your voice shook a bit but hoping he still wouldn't notice, as you tried to close the box as subtly as possible “It's just silly little things, and we have to go through so much already that-”

“And when did you get these?” he asked, cutting you off immediately; voice very deep and almost accusing and you really couldn't hold it against him when it was about something like this.

You had no secrets from him, never lied or tried to deceive him. It was a honest relationship from your side concerning both your feelings and actions, and same went for him too. From the moment you started going out officially, you didn't want anything between the two of you. It was how you had managed to make it last for so long, how to make it matter. But that didn't mean that there were no secrets between you at all, ones built up before it all became real between you two, before a relationship bloomed.

You had never told him you knew him when you met. Opting to pretend to not know about the show or who he was and what he did as a profession was an impulsive decision that at the time made things so much more simple but in the end you grew to regret. It had been easier to be around each other, to just be yourself – fangirl side, at least concerning Supernatural, set aside at least – and treat him like another human being defined by his personality and not job. And he had liked it, he admitted it months later when he told you about his job, more than he ever thought he would have. It was important to him to be treated like any other person, for you to see him as him and so you didn't have the heart to ruin it.

It was a white lie at first, simple as that, and you had meant to tell him the truth when one month turn into six turned into a year and you were together. But as the relationship got more serious and as you were more certain he needed to know, the more scared you were for him to know as well and each time you tried to tell him, you ended up backing away on it.

And now it wasn't simply just another white lie, it was a secret you had let stay between you and grow to proportions you couldn't control anymore. You feared it would make or break you if he ever found out, so much so that you wished he never had to. Sadly it seemed like you wouldn't be getting it.

“I think I might even get rid of it all, or give it away, it would be a little silly to hold onto these when-” you started speaking, hoping you could do your best at keeping your voice steady and avoiding having to answer. While you had showed your love for the show, you had never said out loud just when that love started.

“(Y/n)” his voice was rough as he cut you off, maybe more than you'd like but thankfully less than you had originally feared “When did you get these?”

“Well, I-” you fidgeted with your fingers, trying to master all your courage to look up to meet his eyes, not even having realized when you looked down “It's not really a big kind of de-”

“Answer me!” he was downright furious and once more you could never blame him for it because you knew you'd feel the exact same if you were in his place.

His voice raised, and while you didn't know what sounded more angry and scary this or him keeping a low voice, you couldn't help but flinching simply as a reflex. When you opened your eyes again you saw the regret instantly flash through his eyes and despite how mad he was for you to hide the truth, you could see that he didn't want to ever make you feel anything but comfortable around him. You would have told him that it was alright, that you would never be scared of him for real when you saw that he was ready to start apologizing profoundly, but instead you opted for something else entirely.

“A good few years.” you tried to look as determined as possible, but still holding a small smile; whether it was out of nervousness or the need to show him you were alright you didn't know yet “As in, a good few years even before I met you in person. I knew about the show a-and I knew about you, and that you were an actor before we met.”

“So when we met, you...” the frown on his face was deep as he looked down, his anger slowly but surely being replaced by sadness and disappointment and you actually wished for a second that he could stay mad at you instead of this; instead of the way his voice lowered “You lied to me? And you kept lying about it?”

“Jens-” you started, trying to swallow over the lump in your throat “I had no choice. I was a fan of the show for a good couple years, yes, and I don't think you'll be surprised at this point to know I might have also had a crush on you and Dean back then as well.” your breath came out shaky as you looked away “But then I met you... you were there, real, and it felt like I couldn't believe it. You took that as me not recognizing you and you- you relaxed right away and I-”

“You lied to me.” he emphasized, probably not even having heard your last sentence as he spoke over you, and again with very little anger and more pain “You lied, (Y/n), and then- and then you never told me the truth. We've been together for over a year now, we've known each other for over two years- Over two years you had every chance to tell me the truth, especially when we promised each other there would be no secrets between us and you- you kept the biggest and most important one from me! I can't believe this.” he shook his head, pacing in the room “You let me believe that lie for years, let out relationship be built on that. How could you? Why would you ever do something like this to me? Did you take pleasure in it at first or what? Was it some sort of game?”

“I-” you wrapped your arms around your middle and pressed your lips together, avoiding to let your eyes linger on him even for a couple extra seconds because of how much it hurt to see this kind of expression on his face; and you knew there were no excuses to undo it so you only said what you felt and had been feeling for so long.

“I only ever wanted you to be happy. I wanted you... us to feel like equals. You looked so relieved to see that I was so taken with you and not your job or your character that I didn't have the heart to ruin it to you. And I- I was selfish, yes, because I had never seen a man look at me like that, treat me so good, love me so much that I didn't want it to end. To feel real love for the first time in my life, I had to take that risk. And I'm sorry if I let you down when all I wanted was to give you my heart and soul. I guess I was right in my first thoughts during our first dates... I could never be good enough for you and here is the proof. I'm-” you looked down, fighting the tears “I'm sorry for everything, I'll just get all the boxes we've moved from your house the soonest possible. It's a good thing I haven't packed everyth-”

“What?” you could hear the gasp coming from his lips but didn't pay much attention to it mostly to not get your hopes up.

“Must've been a sign that there were no boxes huh? Well, I better start unpacking cause I've got-”

You started making your way to the door, you believed that there was no doubt that Jensen wouldn't even want to see you at the moment, but before you could even take another step out, you felt a hand on your arm pulling you back followed by a gruff “No”

“Jens” you whispered “I understand that this hurt you. There's not reason-”

“No reason for what?” his voice was more rough than before and you didn't dare look up at him yet “For you to move in with me? For us to be together? Is that what you want?”

“I don't want it. Of course not!” you shut your eyes tightly, just as his hand squeezed your arm “Gosh, I only want you but I- I ruined it all, Jens. And you can't forgive me, if I were you I wouldn't either. That kind of lie is- unforgivable, so you'd have every right to want to-”

“Don't-” he sounded like he almost choked on his tears and you couldn't help your eyes this time, they were drawn to him and it was then that you felt the gasp leave from your own lips; looking into his red-rimmed eyes and the heartbreak on his face was worse than when he realized the lie, something which was probably the least of his concerns at the moment and once you realized it you felt a hopeful skip in the beat in your heart “Don't you even dare say that. I-” he pursed his lips and groaned, closing his eyes for a second.

You reached out tentatively and cupped his cheek, unable to hold your smile when he melted in your touch and nuzzled his face in your palm; after only a second he leaned in and rested his forehead against yours “I'm angry. Gosh, I am so angry at both of us but it's only a mere fragment... it's nothing compared to the fear I feel of losing you. I should stay mad, hell, I am going to make you pay for that with lots of food and makeup sex but-” he managed a chuckle, an actual chuckle and you grinned “But I would be a hypocrite to stay mad at only you and, even worse, the world's biggest idiot if I were to let you go because of this. Lies be damned, the world be damned... I am not going to lose you. I never want to lose you. That scares the hell out of me, so... don't.”

“So that means... we're ok? Together I mean?” you asked slowly and hesitantly.

He took a deep breath in and looked you fully in the eyes “I would never dream of letting you go. Never over something like this.”

“And about... moving together?”

He nodded his head skeptically for a moment “Well that... that will depend.”

“On what?” you let a small smile form on your lips only because of the smirk he had on that you knew real well and yet made you wonder.

“Just how much smut have you read about me and my character and even more... how much have you written out of it?”

“Jensen!”

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Flightless Birds Chapter Four: Birds of a Feather

Chapter One Here

Chapter Two Here

Chapter Three Here

Chapter Five Here

READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC! THIS ONE GETS PRETTY DARK! I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE ACTIONS OF HAWKS OR Y/N’S MOTHER IN THIS! IF ANY OF THIS TRIGGERS YOU, STOP READING IMMEDIATELY AND SEEK COMFORT! I WILL COMFORT ANYONE WHO GETS TRIGGERED BY THIS, SO DM ME IF YOU WANT A HUG!

Summary: Y/n wakes up in their new home, and learns the rules of living with Hawks. But it makes them sick to their stomach to have to keep their eyes open here.

Word Count: 3K Words

Warnings: abuse, mentions of drugs, gaslighting and manipulation, extreme toxic behavior, abuse, choking, crying, mentions of rape and sexual assault, vomiting, PTSD, abusive parents, PTSD flashbacks, physical abuse, cliffhangers

Other: I’m so sorry this took forever to come out, I had a shit ton of other drafts I was working on. Reader has enough hair to pull on.

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Ow.

Owwwww.

Sharp white snakes of fire were shooting up your spine, but the rest of your body was ice cold. You wanted to scream, but you just didn’t have the strength to. Your whole body was so heavy, you felt like a rock falling beneath the waves, drowning helplessly as the person who threw you in laughed.

Laughter…

Who was laughing?

Behind the laughter was music, you listened to all the notes, beautiful Cs, Ds, Es, and Fs tied together in half steps.

Of course it was in minor key.

It wasn’t a song or an artist you recognized though, and it didn’t sound like it was coming from a phone or speaker.

Someone was playing the piano.

You needed to open your eyes.

But fuck it if it wasn’t gonna l be difficult.

You felt like your body was made of lead, and opening your eyes was going to be like lifting a truck.

A bright blob of white light pierced your pupils as you peeled back your eyelids, finally seeing your surroundings.

There was a flat white ceiling staring down at you, and a silver fan was whirring away, white light burning your retinas.

The walls were light blue, clean and bright. It looked fresh, the room still smelled like paint. You hissed, pushing yourself up to a sitting position. As you moved, you felt something soft brush against your neck.

You slowly lifted one hand to your neck, grabbing at it. You felt leather and metal pressing against your palm. A soft feather was attacked to a small metal loop. You tugged on it, trying to detach it from your collar.

It wouldn’t budge.

You let go of the feather, letting your arm flop to your side. You felt exhausted, and everything was so foggy. What the hell was happened? Where were you? Where was Izanagi?

You heard a loud creak, and the realization hit you that the music had stopped. When did it stop?

“I-Izanagi?” You whimpered, trying to focus your eyes on the blurry figure in front of you. You saw tanned skin, something yellowish on their head, and two large red blobs behind them.

You heard the person coo, and felt their gentle fingers on your face, tilting you up by the chin.

“No no, Izanagi’s not here, my dear~” you felt your blood run cold, and you attempted to push the creature away. He was like a rock wall, unmoving and unaffected.

“No-“ you whimpered “please go away!”

“Tsk tsk tsk” your vision was slowly starting to clear, the only thing blocking you from seeing your captor clearly were the tears building up in your widened eyes.

“I’m not going to leave my love alone like this, now should I? That would be so irresponsible of me~” his voice was calm, smooth like honey, and it made you want to scream. “I’ve worked so hard to get you here, I need to make sure you feel so comfortable! That’s why I’m here~”

“Hawks.” His golden eyes lit up when you murmured his hero name. He nodded happily.

“Yes, yes you recognize me! The drug must have worn off for the most part by now… how do you feel?” His face was awfully close to you, and his hot breath fanned out over your face.

“Scared, please let me go.” You muttered. He sighed, shaking his head.

“Dumb little birdy.” He tutted. “You shouldn’t go outside, y’know. Too dangerous for a pretty little thing like yourself! Tell me how you feel.”

“I feel like leaving.” You were slowly regaining your physical strength, and your eyes darted to every corner of the room. There was a window, locked and boarded up. There was the door, wide open.

Just outside you could see a hallway, a little dark table with a vase on it. You could run out there, grab the vase and smash it. You could threaten him with it and maybe get to the front door, wherever that was.

You felt Hawks’ hand lower from your face to your chin, squeezing your cheeks together so your lips poked out in a cute pout. He pressed his forehead against yours, and you could feel him growling.

“I said, you’re not fucking leaving. Did I not make myself clear?” You sniffled pitifully.

“You’re scaring me, Hawks.” You whined. He softened again, letting go of you and leaning back.

“I’m so sorry, Baby Bird. Don’t you worry though, so long as you listen to me, I won’t have to be scary again.” You nodded, moving quickly to smack him hard in the nose and dash towards the door.

Your collar tightened around your neck, something pulling you backwards. You collapsed to the ground with a choked out gasp, arms flying to your neck to relieve yourself of the pressure.

Of course there was a leash tying you to the bed.

You tried to scream, but your throat was closing up from the pressure on your neck. Your tears finally flooded down your cheeks as you writhed pathetically on the floor.

Your eyes found Hawks, carelessly crouching above your wriggling, dying body. He sighed, wiping away one of your tears.

“See what happens when you disobey?” He lifted your head with his hands, pressing a soft kiss to your nose. “You get hurt. That’s why you gotta listen to me. Promise you’ll listen to me?”

“I promise!” You barely managed to get the words out between your sobbing and choking. You saw his face stretch into a lazy smile as he loosened your collar.

Your body fell limp as your lungs sucked in air. You gasped, coughing and crying as your hands reached for something to hold, eventually landing on his hands.

Hawks helped you to your feet, sitting you down on the bed. His hands rested on either side of your thighs as he studied your tear-stained face.

You kept your eyes on your lap, shaking. You didn’t want to be here, tortured by this sadistic bird. You wanted to go home, you wanted Izanagi.

“Please sir, I want to go home!” You cried. His face twitched.

“As much as I live for you calling me ‘sir,’ you’re not going anywhere. This is your home now.”

“I want Izanagi.”

“I’m not going to hurt you unless you disobey, so there’s no need to be scared.” He started. “And I must say, you should feel guilty. You shouldn’t have been staying so close to Kouten Yuu and Izanagi Fujikawa. You’re probably cold because I have the AC on. Now that light feeling is from that drug I gave you back at the police station.”

“Ask for another man again and I’ll kill him.” Well that sure shut you up quick.

“So tell me. How do you feel? And look at me when you answer.” You slowly lifted your head, rubbing your arms to stop your shaking.

You met his eyes.

“I… I feel scared. And- and guilty. And I- I’m so cold. And I feel- I feel kind of light chested? Like- like my lungs are full of helium and have lifted up sort of- I don’t know, I’m- I’m so sorry, please don’t hurt me!” You shied away from him, hiccuping as you covered your face with your arms.

He shushed you, pulling your arms down and wiping away your tears. He seemed merciful, but you knew better than to think that of him.

You swallowed, he was so casual about drugging you, as if it was perfectly normal to stalk and kidnap someone and expect them to love you.

“Now darling, I’m going to explain some rules and punishments. Pay attention, Dove, I don’t want you to forget any, okay?” Your hands latched onto his jacket, and you nodded slowly.

Rule one: Do as I instruct, always.

Rule Two: You will eat everything I give you.

Rule Three: You will kiss me good morning, goodnight, and whenever I ask.

Rule Four: When I come home from work, you will kiss me and take my jacket.

Rule Five: You will cook what I want you to, using recipes I give you.

Rule Six: You will wear the clothes I give you. You will not dirty anything.

Rule Seven: You will thank me for everything I give you, kisses, clothes, gifts.

Rule Eight: You will call me Keigo, Sir, Daddy, and Master. Nothing else.

Rule Nine: You will not mention any person or thing from your old life.

Rule Ten: You will not try to look out the window, and you will not leave here.

You nodded. This… was going to be your new life, and you feared what could happen if you ever had the gall to break one of Haw- Keigo’s rules.

“And now I will explain your punishments and privileges. I want to be merciful, so please don’t disobey.”

“Okay, Keigo…”

Punishment One: Revoking entertainment

Punishment Two: Starvation/ Dehydration

Punishment Three: Beatings

Punishment Four: Forced Intercourse

Punishment Five: Isolation

“W-wait, Punishment four is- forced intercourse- as- as in- as in-”

“Yes.” His face hardened. “But that’s one of the more intense punishments, only for when I’m very angry or you break a major rule. If you’re good, then I’ll back off when you say no. But do understand, eventually, we will have sex. You’re too fucking sexy for me to not fuck you.”

“I- um-”

“I gave you a compliment, darling. Rule seven?”

“R-right. Thank you… sir.” you watched Keigo shiver, his angry expression morphing into a sadistic smile.

“Oh baby, you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you call me that.” He leaned in close to you, his hand running up your thigh. “Rule Three, give me a kiss baby~”

Hesitation rippled across your face, a chill spreading through your body. You didn’t want to kiss this man, who’d tried to kill your friends, who stalked you for weeks, who’d drugged and kidnapped you. You didn’t want his filthy lips touching you, his slimy tongue in your mouth. You didn’t want to kiss Keigo.

“Y-yes sir.” you whispered, closing your eyes as his face grew bigger, getting closer and closer to you. You remembered the mist that spread across your mind when he drugged you, how it left you immobile and blank. You grasped at the dark fog, pulling it forward and covering you, blocking him out.

After a few moments, you pushed it away. Keigo pulled off your face, and you felt a wad of saliva on your tongue. It tasted greasy and cheesy. Not your saliva.

You swallowed it, looking at him with wide, scared, eyes. Since you dissociated, you had no idea what he or you had done.

“Did- did I do a good job?” Your voice was hushed. It wavered like your shaking body under his gentle, loving touch.

“Yes, dove. That was the perfect first kiss.” He purred. “You did wonderfully.” You relaxed a little, and his hand lifted off your thigh. “Now I’ll tell you a few more things, then I’ll make dinner for you.”

Privilege One: You may watch TV and read, but you can’t use social media.

Privilege Two: You may listen to music and dance, but only with me.

Privilege Three: You may have hobbies, but I will participate in them.

Privilege Four: You are allowed to reject sex, unless it is a punishment.

Privilege Five: You are allowed to request objects and gifts.

Privilege Six: You are allowed to walk around the house, but you will wear a shock collar. Sensors will be located in certain rooms. They will shock you and knock you out for an hour and send me a notification.

Privilege Seven: Eventually, I might get you a phone. You will have no phone numbers but mine, and no social media.

Privilege Eight: I have a garden and pool, at some point when I trust you, I will let you outside for walks and swimming.

Privilege Nine: You’re allowed to cry, to scream, to fight back. I like the battle, just know I’ll always win.

Privilege Ten: You will be allowed a pet one day, maybe two pets, depends on how good you are.

There it all was. Everything he expected of you. Your eyes fell to your lap, to the hands you’d clasped together as they shook. The soft texture of your sweatpants calming you just enough to keep you from throwing up all over Keigo.

“For now, you will remain collared to the bed. I’m going to go to your old home and retrieve all the gifts I gave you.” He stood up, hand lifting up and tracing your body.

“Okay…” you whispered. Keigo cooed, finally lifting off of you. He left briskly,

shutting the door behind him. You heard a small click before his footsteps started to fade away. You put the book down next to you, taking the moment to examine the room you were being kept in.

There was a desk underneath a window, it was tinted dark so you couldn’t see outside. The desk was a pale brown, a violet vase decorated with little bees had seemingly been knocked over, and it was kept from rolling off the desk by the green book leaning against it. You managed to make out the words Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Part of you wondered if Keigo was a fan, or if it was just there for no reason.

A bookshelf was right next to the door, and on the lower shelves, there was a CD player and a box labelled toys. You could figure out what type of toys were in the box, and you were pretty sure it wasn’t LEGOs. On the other side of the room was another door, wide open. You could see a toilet and shower curtains, so it had to have been a bathroom.

Escape wasn’t through there.

Next to the bathroom door was a closet, the door was open a crack, and you could see a couple of dress shirts inside. Probably all his. Part of you wondered if he was going to make you wear some of his shirts, rule six said you must wear whatever he gave you, and that could mean his clothes.

Was… was this really happening? Were you really in the number two hero’s house? Was he really going to keep you in his house forever and ever? Would-

Were you fated to never see your friends and family again?

To never see an ice cream store?

Or a park?

Izanagi?

A moment before, it really all felt like a bad dream. Like you could pinch yourself and you would wake up in your bed, and go to the park with your friends.

Kouten would bring some more delicious food, and you would make a mess while eating it..

Izanagi would sit next to you, and hug you and laugh as he teased you or Kouten about something or another.

You, you would fly, you’d be free.

Slowly, you spread your wings. They bumped against the bed, against the walls and the nightstand with the pretty Viridian lamp on it. You couldn’t even open your wings all the way in this tiny room, this room wasn’t meant to house a free bird.

It was meant to cage a pet.

All the emotions that the fog had blocked out rushed in like a flood, destroying every little bit of peace you’d managed to build up in your life. It slammed into your memories, into your hopes and dreams, and tore them all apart until all that was left was the rushing water, roaring filling your ears. You grasped at your hair, yanking as hard as you could in the hopes of tearing it out. Maybe the physical pain of a thunderstorm could turn your mind away from the tsunami. Maybe if you had chunks of missing hair, Hawks would become grossed out by you and kick you out. The collar rubbed uncomfortably against your neck, reminding you that he was still there, choking you, restraining you, claiming you as his. He didn’t see you as human, just as a pretty little thing he’d collected, like jewelry or rocks. Everything swirled around, and you couldn’t see any more. It hurt, it fucking hurt. You felt something tug in your stomach, and then your body was pulled forward.

You closed your eyes.

You heard it all splatter on the floor, the meal you’d been served. You tried to make it to the toilet, but all the food in your stomach felt so gross, and you needed to get it out, out, out, out.

You heard a gasp behind you, and you spun your head around. Your eyes widened at the sight of her. Her face was rigid, eyes like knives through your skull. Your tiny hands clutched at your torn shirt. You’d barely finished vomiting and now she was here.

“Please, please no I’m sorry!” You cried, lower lip quivering. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it!” the walls spun, moving quickly away as the ceiling dipped down, you could see her hands, and you could feel sharp pain in your skull as the floor was dragged away from your body.

“I work so hard, day and night to get food for you, and you just barf it up all over my floors like the ungrateful little brat you are! My floors will stink and stain, and it’s because of your insolence!” You couldn’t see anymore, but you could feel ripping. Did your feathers not want to be on your back anymore? What was that wet thing you felt against your face?

“Your lucky your father isn’t around, I know for a fact he wouldn’t even tolerate this sort of behavior! You make my already shitty life so much more difficult! Be grateful I haven’t sent you away!”

Words bubbled up from your throat, you were barely conscious, and at this point you knew she was hurting you, but you were so tired, you couldn’t even do anything to stop it.

“Please don’t send me away, I’ll do better! I will!”

FInally, the warped darkness was tugged away from you, and you found yourself alone, sittin on the hardwood floor. The vomit had already been cleaned up, but there were bloodstains on your clothes.

You were small, terrified, cold, angry, guilty, sad, and so, so alone.

You closed your eyes.

You didn’t want to open them.

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part 1 of this two part series im working on. do i know this scene is way overused? yes. am i still posting it? uh huh.

word count : a pitiful 974

characters : findekáno / fingon. implied maitimo / maedhros

part 2

The cruel winds swiveled around his body, seeping inside his clothes, swishing aside his long braided hair, tickling his bare neck. Findekáno shivered. He stood alone, shoes worn and hands blistered from the hours climbing the slopes of Thangorodrim. The peak was nigh. What would happen if he reached it? Findekáno took a step. Dirt and pebble crushed under his weight, some falling off the dangerously steep sides of the mountain. That would be him, taking a wrong turn. He took another step, another, and another. A whole night must have passed while he climbed - the newborn sun shimmered from the horizon. Its radiance shone despite the cloak of darkness Morgoth had enveloped his fortress in. The Valar haven't forsaken me yet, or so he hoped. He leaned on a stone beside him, taking a rest deprived for hours. Still above him, was a peak steeper and far less even than the landscapes below he had come through. Could he climb that? Findekáno wondered. And for what? A plan he thought only days ago to be wise brought him here, high atop Thangorodrim, with no way to turn back.

For Maitimo, he reminded himself. For Maitimo, Maitimo. If he was this desolate here, he couldn't imagine what his boyfriend must have endured. For years. That thought kept him going. The guilt. Guilt that he was acting tired after only a few hours of climbing; guilt that he waited too long to go seek his friend; guilt that he let Maitimo think that he had given up. And guilt that, now Findekáno may never find him alive again.

Below he searched the land, deserted when its foul inhabitants cowered underground in fear of the sun. No traces could he find. No hints of the entrances to secret lairs, no living creatures, and nothing that could tell where among the vastness could Maitimo be.

Findekáno let out a cry. A curse, towards Morgoth who brought evil to all his kin, foul beasts that slay, demonish balrogs and illfavoured orcs. "MAITIMO!" he screamed out loud. His own voice echoed as a response. Maitimo....aitimo.......tim......mo........o He stood there until the last of the echoes died out. Did he hear something else - his boyfriend calling back his name? Or was that just the winds blowing in his ear incessantly?

He imagined Maitimo, somewhere out there. FInno.. "Nelyo, I'm here!" he cried out again. "It.. It's Finno!" Echoes laughed at him, desperate. No... no.....no......o Findekáno cared not. "Nelyo, I know you're here.. I'm gonna find you. You know I will!" he said out loud, as if they were playing hide and seek centuries ago back in Valinor.

I'll give you 10 seconds to hide... a tear rolled down his cheek.

Ready or not here I come! He took a step forward.. and tripped.

He was tumbling down the stony slopes of the mountain until the edge of his cloak got hung in a crooked rock. His arms were bloody with gashes. Ouch. He poised himself to the nearest foothold and calmed his breath. He must have fallen at least an half-hour long climb. He would have wept if not his glands were frozen shut from the shock. "O Eru... Why?" he whispered. The sun no longer looked as blessed when it shone upon him, blinding his eyes.

But turning his head away, he spotted - about a metre or so over his head - a harp. He had forgotten that he brought this earlier. Nonetheless he reached his arm up, and grabbing it, he slung the instrument over his back. The harp, one of the few possessions he brought from the West, one he never dared to cast aside even despite the perils of the Helcaraxë.

'kano's always been the better singer, but... i wrote this for you and figured i should perform.'

Findekáno's hand jerked upwards.

maitimo was blushing. something he rarely ever did.

The mountain felt more like a cliff, but he found the old route he made, and climbed, teeth gritted.

slender fingers stroke the harp, perfectly tuned. 'that's kano's work though.'

With every heave he cried out Maitimo's name.

findekáno laughed. 'let's hear it then.'

He reached the point where the ground was flat enough to stand on. Was it midday yet?

maitimo cleared his throat, tucking a strand of red hair behind his ear.

He reached to his back and brought out a harp. Despite his fall, it was still well tuned, except for some strings decayed from years of unuse. Findekáno had never played it since Maitimo's capture.

as laurelin fades and ere telperion blossoms, the stars of varda are brightest still

"As Laurelin fades and ere Telperion blossoms... the stars of Varda are brightest still," from age-old memories he called back the tunes. His scarred and blistered fingers left hints of red in the strings.

when twilight comes in valinor, all that was ever made like jewels of the noldor

"When twilight comes in Valinor, all that was ever made like jewels of the Noldor," his voice crackled on the higher notes, but he kept singing.

"Where fly the gulls and eagles of Manwë

in Valinor where is blessed with light,

have you gone hunting with Menelmacar?

where music fills our hearts with glee,

are you with Oromë whose horn I hear from Tirion the fair?"

At this, his fingers halted. The songs is to be sung by two, and Maitimo had handed Findekáno a parchment with lyrics to sing the rest for him. Remembering that day, his voice became lost, and with the music gone, the fierce winds claimed dominance again.

But then, from above him, faintly came a sound that he first thought to be just the rustlings of the wind.

"n... ith.....ou i........shall.................unto.. e......d."

Findekáno's heart drops. There is no mistaking that voice.

#fingon #maedhros #silmarillion #my writing #silm fanfic #russingon #silmarillion fanfiction #part 2 is maedhros pov #tolkien #ao3fic

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archaic-medico · 4 years

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Snapped: Part 4 - Message

Back on Earth, Bismuth, Connie, Mayor Nanefua, and a General from the military were sitting in a room at Little Homeschool, planning both their attack and defense strategies against Steven for when he finally returned. They had been strategizing for almost an hour, while the rest of the citizens of Little Homeschool and a few humans worked on building defenses. Then the warp pad in the center of Little Homeschool suddenly lit up. Bismuth, Connie and the General ran outside in fear that it may be Steven warping in, but instead were greeted by the reprogramed Pearl.

“Greetings, Gems and Humans of Delmarva. My master, Lord Paragon, has sent me to inform you that he will soon be arriving back on Earth..,” Pearl announced, before she was interrupted by the General.

“Just who the fucking hell are you? You don’t look like this Steven I’ve been warned about,” the General stated.

“I wasn’t addressing you since you’re not a citizen of either Beach City or Little Homeworld. But since you’re clearly feeble-minded, I’ll identify myself. My name is Pearl. I’m Lord Paragon’s faithful servant. I handle the small things for my master, i.e. morons like you,” Pearl said.

“Listen here you bitch, give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you where you stand,” asked the General, having heard enough from her and pulled out his side arm.

“Sir, I would strongly advise against that idea,” Connie stated, having notice the two cutlasses attached to Pearl’s belt.

“Why shouldn’t I, we could send this Steven or Paragon or whatever the fuck his name is a message by killing his fucking little messenger,” the General stated.

“Because the two swords that are on her belt tells me that Steven didn’t erase her knowledge of sword fighting and she was the one who taught me. Even before Steven reprogramed her, she was the one person I could never beat in a duel,” Connie explained.

“As much as I hate to admit this, you should maybe listen to that one if you want to continue living, you moronic Terran,” Pearl responded, staring at the General.

“Duly noted,” the General stated as he pointed his weapon at Pearl. But before he could fire, Pearl had went from standing on the warp pad to standing next him with both of her swords out. The General looked over at Pearl in the corner of his vision with fear then started screaming as his arm that was holding his gun started falling apart in sections. He then fell to his knees screaming as he withered in pain for a few seconds before Pearl sliced his head cleanly off.

“That finally shut that stupid Terran up,” Pearl declared as she flung the blood off of her swords and returned them to their scabbard.

“Now, before I was interrupted by that stupid fucking idiot, Lord Paragon wishes for you all to know that he will return to Earth today at 3:00 PM, at Peak Slab in the Middle Garden section of Empire City and he will have a present for you all to enjoy. He demands that the Earth media be in attendance as well, not only does he have a message for you all, but the leaders of this rock as well,” Pearl explained as she walked back towards the warp pad.

“Oh and Ms. Maheswaran, Lord Paragon is extremely displeased that you disobeyed his order, he wishes for you to know that your punishment will be more severe now,” Pearl exclaimed as she warped away. Connie was staring at the pad as she was starting to become over whelmed with grief as the Pearl she knew was truly gone like Peridot had predicted. She then felt Bismuth place her hand on her shoulder, Connie turned at hugged her tightly as her boyfriend and her teacher were both gone.

“It’s gonna be okay Connie, will figure a way to either get them back to their old self or stop them, one way or the other, but first we need to start preparing for whatever this surprise he has for us is,” Bismuth said trying to cheer Connie up, while getting her mind back on the task at hand.

“Right,” Connie said, releasing her hug from Bismuth and wiping her eyes dry.

“So, we have till 3:00 PM before Steven arrives back in Empire City,” Bismuth said as they headed back over to talk to Mayor Nanefua.

“Seems like it and I have a bad feeling about it too,” Connie said as she closed the door.

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The media had all gathered around Middle Garden preparing to broadcast Paragon’s speech. Right at 3:00 PM, there was a bright flash of light as Paragon appeared before them. Back at Little Homeschool they were all gathered around the TV, watching as Paragon reappeared. Bismuth, Connie, Lapis and Peridot watched in shock as Paragon looked at the cameras, as if he was staring straight at them.

“He’s changed even more,” Connie uttered. As they continued watching Pearl then appeared to his left as a bubbled White Diamond appeared to his right.

“I’m going to announce this only once, the Earth will surrender complete control to me or face total annihilation,” Paragon stated.

“And what if we don’t,” asked a reporter. Paragon stretched an arm out behind his back, forming a bubble, no bigger than the size of a baseball and fired it towards the skyscrapers behind him. Once it traveled a mile from him, it exploded, obliterating everything within a half mile radius from it. As the pressure wave from the explosion blew past Paragon, he was still staring at the reporter that asked the question.

“G…g…go…got it,” the reporter said. Connie and the others watched in horror as Paragon had just killed thousands if not tens or maybe hundreds of thousands of people without even blinking.

“Good, now before I leave, I have a message for the Gems and Humans of Delmarva. Many of you know who this is in the bubble and many of you know who these were,” Paragon said as he held out colorless shards of Blue and Yellow. There was a loud gasp throughout Little Homeschool as Paragon showed off the shards.

“Now, many of you are wondering about my change in appearance. This is what three Diamonds look like in one body. Blue and Yellow may be gone physically but their light is now part of me. I’m a Semi-Perfect Diamond and when I siphon the light from White, I will become a Perfect Diamond, a paragon if you will,” he explained staring straight at the camera. The camera panned back as the bubble rose above his head. Then the air inside the bubble started sparking before it shocked White with electricity, who screamed out in pain as lines started to form on her body before finally poofing. Paragon then popped the bubble, allowing White’s gem to drop in his hand.

“And now it’s time for me to siphon the light from White,” Paragon gloated as White’s gem started glowing as well as his hand. This time instead of growing like he had before, his whole body began to glow as he started levitating. Once Paragon was about thirty feet off the ground, White’s Diamond was no longer glowing. Paragon then crushed the lightless gem as he floated back down towards the ground. When both his feet had touched the ground, he was still glowing but he was also singing.

“♬'P' is for the ‘precious’ looks upon your face,

'A' is for the 'annihilation' of the planet Earth,

'R' is for the 'rapture' that I will bring upon the Universe,

'A' is for the 'asses' that I am about to kick,

'G' is for just how 'grand' I am,

'O' is for my 'outrage' that I have towards you all,

'N' is for the 'nightmare' which is what you think this is,

(chuckles)

My name is Paragon, ♬” he sung as he stopped glowing. He was now the height of Pink Diamond but no longer had the physical shape of Jasper, but that of a martial artist. As Paragon looked around at the fright of all those around him, he returned his focus to the reporter that had questioned him earlier. He raised his hand and the reporter suddenly began flying towards Paragon, his had ending up around their neck.

“And I’d like to say au revoir,” Paragon stated as he snapped the reporter’s neck.

“Now, leaders of this pitiful world, you have one week to give me your answer, if I don’t hear an answer by this time next week, I’ll turn the rest of Empire City into dust and for every day you refuse to surrender another city will be reduced to dust. Tick tock, tick tock,” Paragon said as he teleported away.

#EVIL STEVEN #steven universe #snapped #connie maheswaran #Pearl #trigger warning #may be triggering #alternate universe #steven universe au #diamond steven #Paragon #Lord Paragon #steven universe alternate universe

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A West-Allen AU 💜

Worth more than gold

Iris West is a multi billionaire and heiress who’s emotionally scarring childhood has made her shut herself off to all possible emotional relationships. Her life takes an interesting turn when her adoptive grandfather passes away leaving her in charge of his fortune, including a share of S. T. A. R. Labs. While in Central City, she meets Barry Allen, an innocent and charmingly clumsy kind of guy with a high EQ who’s trying to climb his way up the science social ladder to become a recognized scientist. Can you guess his lab of choice?

Your average, every day, girl meets boy kinda story with a rags to riches twist, a dash of family drama, lots of angst and a love worth more than Au.

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Author’s Note:

Here we are!

Au is finally making it’s way onto tumblr! I’m so excited! I’m gonna try to get tumblr updated by this week, so we’re all on the same schedule! Let’s do this!

XOXO

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WARNING : MAY CONTAIN CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18

*********** Cliffhanger Warning ***********

Chapter 1

Her hand rested on the cool glass of the floor to ceiling window as she overlooked the nightly view offered by her million dollar apartment. The sky was clear, not a single cloud concealed the sparkle of the stars that were dimmed only by the ever present Parisian city lights. The moon was full and white, its iridescent light bathed her naked body creating a picture out of shadows on her bare skin. Iris took a sip from her glass, the semi-sweet wine burning her tongue with a pleasant ardour before she swallowed and it heated her body from the inside out. Her latest boy toy came up from behind her, his body just as bare as hers, and wrapped his arms around her waist. He proceeded to leave a trail of kisses down her neck, savouring in the feel of her warm chocolaty skin against his lips and she simply took another sip of her drink, completely unfazed.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered on to her shoulders but she seemed unmoved by the compliment. With her stare trained on the city-scape bellow she simply said,

“It’s getting late.” Eddie knew what that meant, it was time for him to leave. It didn’t surprise him but even after months of this back and forth ritual between them it still hurt him to know that to her he was nothing more than a sex toy. He quietly moved away from her and made his way up the stairs to get dressed. As always he didn’t bother saying goodbye, he couldn’t say goodbye, not to her. She was like a drug to him, no matter how much she hurt him he’d always come running back when she called. That’s why he couldn’t say goodbye, he wasn’t done with her yet.

Iris waited until she heard the door close to let her guard down. She didn’t do that often but today she made an exception. She had too much on her mind to keep her walls up. With a partially full bottle of red in one hand and her glass in the other she made her way up to her suite. She showered, washing away the tension from her stressed muscles along with the sweat of her late night activities. Wrapped in nothing but a satin robe, she settled down in her bed and drank her way through half the bottle without so much as a minor buzz. She opened her side table drawer and from it took out a black, rectangular picture frame. Her fingers caressed the glass that held a picture of a younger less, damaged version of her, standing next to a kind faced older man. Grandpa West. The only reason why there’s still any shred of humanity left in her. She smiled, as happy memories played out in her mind and this time she didn’t stop the tears from flowing.

This was her one moment of vulnerability. The only minute of grief she would allow herself to have before she withdrew back into her safety shell and locked away her emotions from the world. This world that had chewed her up and spat her out on countless occasions and now it took away the one person that made her life livable.

Elvis West was a type of hero to her. He saved her from the crippling grasp of the foster system she was under and gave her a life fit for a princess. Now, like everything and everyone else in her life, he was gone. No wonder she didn’t open up to the possibility of new relationships. Her father didn’t want her, her mother died giving birth to her and every foster family she went to, succeeded in making her feel less than human. Grandpa West was the last person she ever showed genuine affection towards and nothing on Earth could ever make her open up again. Love wasn’t worth the pain it caused.

She fell asleep with that picture held tight against her chest, the empty bottle of wine rested on the nightstand and her pillow was bathed in her tears. The next morning she took the family jet to Central City for the memorial. The man was sentimental and his birth town held a special place in his heart. As she looked out the window at the tiny town below she remembered the countless stories he’d shared with her at bed time about how he met his one true love. Grandma Esther. Iris didn’t get to know her all that much. She had recently passed away when Grandpa West took her in so the only impression she had of the woman came from the many tales he’d tell. He spoke fondly of her and when he did she noticed that he’s eyes had a certain quality about them as he stared into oblivion completely lost in thought. As a girl she’d dreamed that she’d find someone who would look at her with those same eyes but time and knowledge wiped away that childish fantasy. True love was just a myth that man kind made up to silence their fear of being alone and make they’re animal like desires less shameful. It was an excuse used to answer the existential crisis of the more gullible who believed that a cerebral chemical reaction was good enough a reason to live. Pathetic.

She’d made her peace with it and found a new reason to live. Pleasure. Whether it lie at the bottom of a six thousand dollar bottle of champagne, at the end of the endless zero’s in her checks or a really good night of sex, she would have it and no one could convince her otherwise. No one could tell her that this wasn’t the way to live life. The only person who’s opinion she cared about was currently six feet under ground. The rest of the world was just a stage and she was the director.

The jet landed and she took a minute to touch up her make up before she cat walked her way out. As soon as she entered the airport she was showered with a billion flash lights. You’d think she was a movie star or big shot music sensation but all she was, was rich. She owned shares to five of the worlds most prominent media outlets varying from magazines to newspapers and that doesn’t count the old money she was raised in.

Linda walked up behind her and huffed under her breath.

“Mon Dieu (My goodness).” she exclaimed frustrated.

“Que s'est-il passé? (What happened)” Iris questioned with her shaded eyes still trained straight ahead. Linda was the closest thing to a friend Iris would allow herself to have, mostly because she was a good assistant and Iris found herself enjoying her company.

“Nous sommes entourés d'idiots. (We’re surrounded by idiots)” she explained and Iris let out an amused chuckle. Remembering that she needed to ease her tongue back into the English language she responded,

“That I already knew.” Her accent was still pronounced but she knew after an hour or two it would soon fade. She might have been raised and educated in France but she was brought up by Americans so english was more like second nature than it was a second language to her.

“What do I have to do today?” she asked, her step never faltering and her face never turning to acknowledge the curios glares. Her security detail walked a safe distance ahead, already accustomed to her need for personal space and fast walking pace.

“Uh…d'abord (firstly)-”

“En anglais Linda. In English.” she interrupted.

“Oui, I mean yes. Sorry. Firstly you have the will reading with Monsieur Wells and then a share holders meeting at some sort of laboratory.” Linda listed out, her accent much more noticeable than that of her employer.

“Great, just what I needed today. A sit down with a bunch of old mouth breathers who think they know about science because they invested in a laboratory.” It was all she could do not to slap her own forehead in exasperation. Not that she knew much about science herself but S. T. A. R. Labs wasn’t her baby, it was her grandfather’s and being his only heir, with his passing it automatically became hers.

The limo was waiting outside for her surrounded by reporters and a growing crowd all waiting to catch a glimpse of her. To the public and the press she was basically anonymous. They knew her face and envied her net worth but they couldn’t pin a single rumor on her. As scandalous as the life she led might have been Iris West knew how to be discreet and the mystery surrounding her life is the very reason why she wasn’t just another person apart of the wealthy minority.

She stepped inside the lavish auto mobile without so much as a wave in the on-lookers direction and as soon as the doors were closed she drove off with her security detail riding in a black Land Rover behind her.

“Why on earth do we need a will reading exactly? I mean my grandfather had no one but me to leave his estate to and I’ve already taken care of all the charity’s he was associated with."

She’d spoken to all the parties concerned and guaranteed that all her grandfathers monthly and yearly donations would remain on schedule despite his untimely departure. She was an anti-social socialite not an emotionless bitch.

"I don’t understand the logic behind it either but Dr Wells insisted that you attend."

Iris huffed out a frustrated breath and massaged her temple’s with her thumb and middle finger.

"I’m gonna need a pain killer.”

They made a brief stop at the towering black gates and once an armed guard confirmed the identities of all the people in both vehicles they were let through. They drove through the perfectly groomed garden, that was split in the middle by a cobblestone drive way, and pulled up to a gigantic structure. It was a massive building, with just enough floor to ceiling windows to allow for the right amount of privacy. She stepped through the door and made her way up the stair case.

“Where are you going?” Linda asked, her voice alert.

“Les toilettes (the restroom). I need a bath.” she answered taking a short turn to the right and climbing up the remainder of the way.

“But Monsieur Wells will be here any minute.”

“And I pay him handsomely for his time. He can wait."

Iris shut the doors to her suite and took a moment to breathe before she walked to the bathroom and striped off her travel clothes. Her bath was already waiting for her (the servants knew the drill, they kept track of her whereabouts because as soon as she stepped through those doors she needed to have her bath). She stepped into the scalding hot water, the steam rose all around her in twirling wisps carrying with it the unmistakable smell of coconut. Coconut oil did wonders for her skin. She sank into it up to her neck and closed her eyes completely allowing her body to relax.

Her moment of bliss was short lived, however, because a few minutes later a knock came at her door. She cursed under her breath before she told the person to enter.

"Mademoiselle West? Monsieur Wells is here,” came Linda’s voice from the room.

“I’ll be down in a minute,” she huffed out and waited for the sound of the door closing before she sank deeper into the tub, not worried that her hair was getting wet. She resurfaced and elevated her body from the bath tub. Without bothering to towel down she wrapped her self into a satin black robe that was decorated with yellow, orange and green flowers at the hems. The fabric stuck to her bare, moist body and her hair left droplets of water in her wake as she exited her room, making her way downstairs.

She found Wells seated in the office with a small cup of coffee in his hands. He stood when he noticed her at the door, ever the gentleman.

“Ms West. Always a pleasure.” he greeted and she walked into the room, slapping on her most convincing (yet neutral) smile.

“Wells. Wish I could say the same but unfortunately the sentiment is not shared.”

She took the seat behind the desk and leaned back into it, crossing her legs and arms in the process.

“Can we speed up the process?” she asked looking far from amused. “Unfortunately not,” he said.

That response was not what she wanted to hear and after the night she had and the long flight Iris found herself losing her composure.

“And why the hell not?” she demanded.

“Because we’re waiting for someone.” Wells answered, loosening his tie as his discomfort grew.

“Who?” Iris asked confused, as far as she was aware she was her grandfather’s only heir. She didn’t have to wait long for an explanation because seconds after she uttered the question the door bell rang.

“I believe that’s him right now.” Wells said standing up to greet the mystery guest. Iris followed suit, her confusion clear on her face.

“Him? Him who?” she asked and the new comer stepped into the room.

“Me.” he said. He was a tall, dark skinned man that looked like he was

somewhere in his late forties. Iris gave him a once over before she folded her arms across her chest and shot him a suspicious look.

“And you are?” She sassed out.

“Joe West. I’m Elvis’s son.”

#westallen #iriswest #barry allen #barry and iris #the flash #the gold standard #candice patton #grant gustin #fan fiction #flash fanfiction #flash fan #fluff #smutty #psychological #romance

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argylemnwrites · 5 years

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It Couldn’t Wait Another Moment - Chapter 13

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Riley Liu)

Book: The Royal Romance (Canon Divergent from Book 2, Chapter 15)

Word Count: ~4800

Rating: R (adult language - like too many f-bombs to count, here)

Summary: Drake tries to process his most recent decisions in regards to Liam and Riley, but some of the palace guests and residents make that difficult.

Author’s Note: So, yeah. I’m back at this story. I never intended to take so long between chapters, but this content here is basically the reason I didn’t just write Chapter 1 as a one shot, but instead turned it into an actual fic. Well, it turns out getting this all out of my head and into words was a real struggle. I could keep playing around and tweaking this indefinitely, but y’all have been patient enough, so without further ado, let’s get back into things here. We last left Riley leaving Cordonia to return to NYC while Drake stayed for Liam. Meanwhile, Olivia had just discovered that her aunt was involved in the recent attacks. This picks up that same afternoon.

This series diverges from TRR canon, where instead of waiting to discuss his relationship with Riley until their last night in NYC, leaving her a note while Liam is proposing to her, Drake tackles this topic as soon as possible after Tariq makes his statement and Riley’s name is cleared. To catch up on this series, you can find the previous chapters in my masterlist (link is located in my bio).

The Cordonian royal palace had a total of six different lounges, but only one of them was truly a private lounge, tucked away in a back corridor of the royal family’s residential wing. It had been the location of many nights of drinks and cards over the years. The group in attendance had varied, starting with Leo and Bertrand years and years ago. Tariq and Rashad both would drop in if they were in the capital. And more recently, Maxwell had hustled Drake out of more money than he cared to admit over hands of poker. But really, the only constants at these private card games had been Liam and Drake himself. It was strange to sit there now, alone in the middle of the afternoon. But Drake had wanted a drink and a smoke, and it was the only place in the palace where he would find both whiskey and an ashtray and be likely to be left alone.

Drake didn’t know how he felt, exactly. Not that he was ever great at putting his feelings into words, but today was even harder than usual. He didn’t really feel sad. More empty. Hollow.

He took the last drag from his cigarette as he kept rooting through the bar until he found the bottle of Yamazaki 18 tucked behind several other bottles of scotch and whiskey. If there was ever a day that warranted the good stuff, today was that day. Drake poured himself a double on the rocks before carrying his glass and the ashtray over to one of the armchairs by the fireplace. He knew he was wallowing, but he figured he’d earned it. Today just plain sucked.

The drive back from the airport had felt kind of covered in this sort of surreal haze. Had he really just let her get on a plane and leave? But what else could he have done? He had to stay. For Liam. And he couldn’t ask her just to hang around while he dealt with all that. It wasn’t fair to her. She, unlike him, actually had a life in New York. Asking her to abandon all of that just to sit around as some sort of fucking emotional comfort for him was selfish.

And truth be told, her being around would probably be counterproductive. It seemed like the three of them being in the same room was just a recipe for awkwardness. If Drake was actually going to be there for Liam, Riley’s presence would not make things easier. Even though Liam would never say anything, it was clear to anyone with half a brain that seeing him and Riley together was just adding stress. That he wasn’t coping with their relationship as much as he wanted to project that he was. And Drake certainly wasn’t going to stick around just to throw his happiness in Liam’s face. That was the opposite of his goal.

Still, watching her walk away from him at the airport had torn something deep inside him. It felt wrong, and he missed her already. God, he was a pathetic mess. He took a sip of his whiskey before lighting up another cigarette, but was interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open.

It was Leo. Of course he would be the only other person at the palace looking for a stiff drink well before cocktail hour. He strolled in, whistling to himself until he caught sight of Drake, his eyebrows shooting up comically.

“Hey, what are you still doing here? I thought your flight was today.” he asked after a moment, continuing over to the bar and grabbing the bottle of whiskey Drake had left out.

“Yeah, well… I decided to stick around for a while.”

Leo looked up from the bar, seeming to stare at Drake with those words. “You’re here by yourself?”

Drake swallowed roughly, tapping his cigarette against the ashtray’s edge. “Yeah, Liu flew out.”

The only sound was that of a glass being set on the bar and the splash of liquid as Leo poured himself a couple fingers of the whiskey. He took a sip of his drink before he stepped around the bar, raising his glass toward Drake is if in a toast. “I can’t say I’m not a little relieved.”

Drake took a drag off his cigarette, trying to gauge how pissed that should be making him. Leo didn’t always think things through fully, so he probably didn’t mean much by his statement. Still, for him to be the one to give him shit about sticking around? Well, it was pretty damn annoying.

After another sip of his drink, Leo chuckled as he continued, “I thought I was going to have to fly out and track you down again for a moment, there.”

Okay, maybe Leo did mean something. Drake bit his lip, trying to control his temper. He knew he was already on edge, and at the end of the day, Leo really wasn’t worth it. But his patience was tested as Leo continued, “I mean, I get it, the whole ‘following some girl halfway across the world’ thing, but I’m glad you finally came to your senses.”

“My senses?”

“Well, yeah. I know, chasing skirts is fun and all, but at the end of the day, you gotta admit that you belong here, right?”

Drake swallowed, trying to find his words before he spoke. He was trying to control his temper, he really was. But today had sucked enough without having to listen to Leo spout this bullshit.

“I mean, you did have me worried for a minute there. That pussy must be truly spectacular for both you and him to lose your minds over it.”

Drake heard a loud rushing in his ears and realized he as out of his chair and striding over to Leo before he could even think about what he was doing. Leo’s eyes widened and he maneuvered himself behind the bar, the fear evident in his eyes.

“Relax, man. I didn’t mean anything, really. I’m sure she’s a great woman. All I was trying to say is that I’m glad you’ll be here for him.”

“Right, because otherwise you might have to act like his actual brother, not just some drinking buddy.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Come on, Leo. You’re not gonna stand there and act like you’ve been the brother he deserves, are you?”

Leo scowled, taking a long drink from his glass before he responded, “Just add it to the list. One more way that Leo is a fuckup who could never measure up to his perfect, saintly little brother.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up!” Drake groaned, rolling his eyes. “Nothing you can say will ever make me feel sorry for your irresponsible, hypocritical, entitled ass.”

“You have no idea what the pressure is like! You have never had to carry that weight, knowing you would never be able to-”

“I’m not talking about your abdication, Leo!” Drake yelled, smacking his hand down against the top of the bar. “That’s a whole other thing, and I don’t really want to get into right now. I’m talking about the fact that you have been a shitty brother to him since day one. And guess who always had to be there to pick up the slack?”

“Ah, yes. Drake Walker - a modern-day martyr. Your life has been sooo difficult, what with the living rent-free at a palace, drinking top shelf whiskey, going horseback riding on private trails whenever you wanted. Tell me again of the great woes and tribulations that were thrust upon you because of your burdensome friendship with His Majesty. I know he asked so much of you.”

“Classic Leo, deflect away any real criticism. Nothing is ever your fault, is it? Your father expected too much. The world just didn’t understand you. You weren’t cut out for this life. It’s your own fucking greatest hits album, and I’m so goddamn sick of it. But you know what? Play the fucking victim. Tell me again how fucking hard your privileged little life is. I honestly don’t give a shit. But I’m not gonna stand here and listen to your bullshit tales of how I was somehow the one who mistreated Liam.”

“Let’s see - you fucked the woman he loved and left him alone while terrorists tried to kill him. Am I leaving out any other recent developments?”

“Are we just gonna pretend that the first 28 years of his life didn’t happen? Because last time I checked, you haven’t exactly been some beacon of brotherly support. And rich of you to give me shit for choosing one woman to be with when your whole life has been nothing but a string of girls you claimed were different that all the ones who came before. First there was Charlize, then Fiona, or did Katrina come before her? Then Gigi, and that redhead whose name I never did find out, then-”

“Liam wasn’t in love with any of them. Besides, it’s not like you were some celibate monk all those years.”

“Yet someone I was able to find a way to sleep with women and be there for Liam. You on the other hand, were always just a bit too busy to find time to call and check in.”

“I love my brother, and I tried to be there for him. I’m sorry if my best isn’t up to the impeccable Walker standards,” Leo sneered, finishing his drink and slamming his glass down on the bar.

“You tried? Really? Leo, you took a fucking private jet and dragged me away from my life because you couldn’t handle his actual emotions! Then you dumped the crown on him without a backwards glance! I was always the one who had to clean up the mess!”

Leo opened his mouth, undoubtedly ready to defend himself, but the door to the lounge swung open, stopping the two men in their tracks. There was Liam, a scowl etched across his face, “I thought it might be best to inform you that approximately half the palace can hear you right now.”

Drake swallowed roughly, trying to control the anger rolling off him in waves. Fucking Leo. At least he had the decency to look guilty, dropping his eyes to the bartop and taking a deep breath before he spoke again.

“How much did you hear, Liam?”

“More than enough, Leo. Would you mind giving me a moment with Drake?”

“I should have known you’d take his side.”

“You and I will talk later. Right now, I need to speak to Drake.”

Leo stared at Liam for just a second before shaking his head and brushing past him on his way out the door. Drake waited until his footsteps trailed off before he spoke.

“If you had heard some of the shit he was saying, Liam, you-”

“I did hear ‘some of the shit’ he said. I, along with numerous palace employees, heard many things that both of you said. That really isn’t important at the moment. What I’m most interested in is your statement that he dragged you away from your life.”

“Liam, come on. Let’s not do this.”

“Do what, exactly? I am merely asking you to clarify the circumstances under which my brother-”

“Cut the diplomatic bullshit. If you’re going to fight with me, don’t talk to me like I’m some foreign dignitary.”

Liam just shook his head, “I’m not trying to fight with you, Drake. I didn’t even know you were still in the country, so imagine my surprise to hear you and my brother with raised voices, airing what seems to be years of personal grievances loudly enough for all the staff to hear. I’m simply trying to figure out what set both of you off. Leo isn’t usually one who angers like that, so it strikes me that this might be serious.”

“Oh, so you’re saying I'm the one who flies off the handle? The hot-headed commoner can’t control his temper, huh?”

Liam’s eyes widened and he took a beat before he continued, “What the hell is going on with you, Drake? I’m not even sure why you are here, but you seem determined to be furious with someone right now. Why don’t you just take a deep breath and try and-”

“Don’t you dare try to tell me to calm down. Don’t fucking placate me just to fucking keep the peace. I’m not some foreign diplomat, Liam. I’m supposed to be your friend. So don’t fucking treat me like we’re in the midst of a treaty negotiation.”

Liam sighed heavily. “Drake, all I want to do is figure out what is bothering you. I care about you, and I know whatever transpired between you and Leo-”

“Cut the bullshit; you came in here with a purpose. You had a question for me.”

“That’s not important right now. Hearing the way you are getting upset, seeing you here at all, I just-”

“Ask me your goddamn question, Liam.”

Liam hesitated for just a moment. He was clearly trying to gauge whether Drake was past the point of no return here, some part of Drake’s mind could sense that fact. But right now, his blood was pumping. His frustrations from the past few weeks had boiled over, and he was pissed. At Leo. At his life. At himself. And Liam must have realized that, because he decided to feed the beast, knowing there was no other way for Drake to have any sort of rational discussion if he didn’t do him the courtesy of granting him this.

“What did you mean when you said Leo dragged you away from your life?”

“Did you really never figure out how I was able to afford a last minute flight to Cordonia when I was a broke university student?”

“Leo bought you your ticket back?”

Drake let out a harsh chuckle. “Try Leo fucking showed up on campus, took me in a towncar to a private airplane hanger, and put me on the fucking royal jet.”

A range of emotions rolled rapidly across Liam’s face. Confusion. Shock. Deliberation. But finally, a firm hardness settled into his eyes. Liam was in full-on negotiator mode. It wasn’t a role he had to play often, but when he did, it was always a sight to see. He was poised and calculated and sure. It was great to watch him corner people who mistook his kindness and compassion for weakness. Or at least, Drake had always reveled in it before, when it was directed at presumptuous foreign leaders or entitled and under-prepared nobles. He’d never felt it directed at him.

“So would it be fair to say that it was out of obligation, not friendship, that you returned to Cordonia?”

“No, I came back because I cared about you and I was worried about you.”

“But you never would have returned if it wasn’t made clear to you that I was struggling to cope. You weren’t worried about me. Leo, the fucking flakiest man on the planet, was worried about me. You just served your role. Well, consider you obligation to me over.”

“Liam, stop it!” Drake tried to cut it, but Liam was far from finished, his words piercing through the room like a dagger.

“I now understand what you meant about you being the one who had to clean up the mess. I was just some liability punted from Leo to you.”

“Come on, that’s not-.”

“No, you ‘come on,’ Drake. It was obviously in reference to me. In what ways was I such a burden to you? In what ways did I hold you back from your real life?”

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just-”

“How did you mean it Drake? Anyway I can fathom you meaning it undercuts years of friendship, does it not?”

“No, it doesn’t! This is a two-way street, Liam. I know for a fact that I’ve been a burden to you at some points, too.”

Liam paused, swallowing roughly before he continued. “I never saw it that way. I was grateful to be there for you, someone I consider to be family. You were never a burden to me.”

Drake sighed, “I’ve never been as optimistic as you. I’m sorry that my phrasing is harsh, but you know me. I’m not saying that your friendship is some drain on me. But it is a fact that I had to walk away from some things after that assassination attempt. And I don’t regret doing it; but yeah, I left some things behind.”

“Are you sure you don’t regret it? Because listening to you now, it certainly seems like you hold some resentment there, if it still affects you years after the fact.”

Drake rubbed his face. How had this spiraled into some discussion of his decision years ago? “Look, you needed me then. Everything else kind of fell by the wayside.”

“I may have appreciated your return, but I certainly didn’t need you. You didn’t even realize that I was struggling. I would have been perfectly able of coping on my own.”

Liam paced away from Drake at that, trying to put some distance between them. Honestly, it somehow pissed Drake off even more. This was fucking revisionist history bullshit, that Leo was some intuitive brother, a saint who tracked down a comfort for Liam out of the goodness of his heart, not some responsibility-phobic asshole who booked it the second things get hard.

“Liam, I don’t know whether you needed me or not. But the fact is having me here was helpful, so I stayed. Not just because Leo asked, but because I cared more about your struggles than my own.”

“But I never asked you to do that! And now, years after the fact, you somehow still find a way to hold that against me.”

“What are you talking about?”

Liam spun around and stalked over towards Drake. He had a burning look in his eyes, but he kept clenching and unclenching his fists, as if he were trying to hold back this raging fire of anger and pain inside of him.

“I always looked past the fact that you were envious of me, understanding that some of the privileges of my station might appear to outweigh the burdens from an outside perspective. But now, hearing all of this, I just wonder if…” Liam trailed off, seeming to gain control of himself once again before he continued speaking. “Nevermind, it’s not important.”

“No, go on and say it.” The anger churning inside Drake wanted, no needed, to hear whatever thought Liam had apparently had decided was worth censoring from him, the one person he was never supposed to have to censor himself around.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“That’s fucking infuriating. You started the thought; you might as well finish it.”

Liam closed his eyes briefly before opening them and staring Drake down. “Fine. I wonder if you didn’t pursue Riley as a way to get back at me.”

Drake paused for a moment, trying to wrap his mind around the absolute insanity he was hearing. “What the fuck, Liam?”

“Maybe not consciously, but yes, since you clearly have some sort of resentment you hold against me, I just have to wonder if you maybe you went after her because you knew how much I liked her.”

“Went after her- God, do you really think so little of me that you think I toyed around with some poor woman just as part of some misguided revenge against you? I don’t even know how to respond to that, Liam. It’s so fucking insulting.”

Liam dropped his gaze at Drake’s statement, having the good grace at least to realize that statement was pretty horrible, but Drake felt more and more words coming up. It seemed like once he and Liam started down this road, he just couldn’t stop the thoughts from flowing out, unchecked and without pause.

“And not just to me. She is a grown ass adult who is perfectly capable of making up her own mind about her own relationships. It’s not like she just sat around, staring off into space, waiting for one of us to come along and convince her to be with us.”

“Stop putting words in my mouth, Drake. It isn’t fair and you know it. I have never treated her with anything but the utmost respect and hospitality.”

“That’s how you treat a distant relative who needs a place to stay for a few days. It’s not how you treat someone you want to marry!”

“Well, I don’t think open disdain is the best way to treat a romantic partner, either.”

Drake knew it was an earned dig. After all, he hadn’t exactly held back with his early cruelty towards Riley when speaking with Liam all those months ago. But to have his first impressions thrown in his face, when he had eaten so much crow and opened up to the woman in question so much? When Liam seemed to be stuck on his own first impressions of Riley? It just pissed him off all over again.

“I at least always treated her as an equal. I didn’t put her on some impossible pedestal she was bound to crash from.”

“I did everything in my power to show a woman that I was falling for her, that I adored her, and somehow that is a problem? I respected her roots and her background with kindness and gentleness. I tried to arrange ways to make her feel comfortable in a new country. I researched how to woo someone who had never been part of the nobility. I did everything I could think of to welcome her into this world. I courted her the best way I knew. In fact, I showed her far more affection than any of the other women here for me, even though it weighed on me that I wasn’t treating the rest of them fairly. Explain to me, Drake, how that degree of romance is somehow less desirable than sarcasm and condescension.”

“You are so fucking blinded by your cloud of royal entitlement, and you can’t even fucking see it. ‘Here for you?’ News flash, Liam - Hana and Maxwell figured it that we were together. I’m pretty sure Bertrand did as well. Hell, my sister claims she knew something was going on between us, and she met Liu for all of an hour. Why is it that you are the only one who didn’t see that something was going on between us?”

Liam opened his mouth to retort, but Drake kept pushing, “I’ll tell you why - you like to think you’re this down to earth royal, but the fact of the matter is, you could never envision a woman willingly choosing to be with me when she had the option to be with you. And maybe I’ve been a shit friend to you in some ways, but guess what? That makes you a pretty shit friend, too. Because you’re willing to sit here and imply that my love is not real, just some petty revenge because you were more important than I could ever be. And you know what? It’s bullshit.”

“Tell me, Drake - what is the appropriate response in your mind when you find out the woman you were pursuing was sleeping with your best friend and neither one of them saw fit to clue you in?”

“She tried to clue you in. Sure, she could have been more blunt, I guess. But did you really not notice that she stopped sneaking away to meet up for all of your little secret rendezvous? Or how about the fact that she stopped kissing you? But you kept after her. Because of course she was into you. What woman wouldn’t be? Who would choose to be with the lowly commoner instead of the handsome king?”

“Instead of playing the victim here, you could at least treat me with enough respect to acknowledge that you, while claiming to be my best friend, lied to me and let me look like a fool. You could have saved me a lot of pain and heartache. You made the conscious decision not to, and yet you have the gall to stand here and act like I was the one in the wrong.”

Drake glanced away, taking a swig from his glass, but unfortunately it was empty. He couldn’t even get a little distraction as Liam let him have it.

“You always see the worst in people Drake. You claim they see you as less than, that you are somehow treated as worse than others around you based simply on the fact that you were born a commoner. But you never take ownership of your own actions. You expect to be treated with respect when earning your respect is a monumental task that almost no one could ever hope to achieve. You write people off simply for having the misfortune of being born to a different social class, not acknowledging that they have as much control over their heritage as you do over yours. And you expect to be treated with dignity without offering any in return.

“And I tolerated it, because I knew that there were some people that did treat you as second class, and because you always respected me enough to be one of the few people in my life who granted me complete honesty. But now, that is called into question, because you lied to me, repeatedly. And I have to wonder if you ever cared for me, how you could be so callous in the way you treated me in all of this?”

The question hung in the air, sitting there. It smothered the lounge in thick layer of suspense, neither man able to move forward and speak, yet at the same time unable to look away from each other. Drake felt equal parts guilty and damaged. It seemed like for every critique he’d had of Liam, Liam had his own to hurl right back. Neither one of them held the high ground here. They both were metaphorically beaten and bruised. Eventually, a sharp knock on the door broke the tense silence. After a few more seconds of staring at each other, Liam finally spoke.

“Come in.”

“Of fucking course,” thought Drake. Who else would be here but Olivia fucking Nevrakis?

“Your assistant told me I might find you here, but he looked awfully uncomfortable about that fact. Did he send me to interrupt a lover’s quarrel?”

Drake refused to dignify her with a response, but the complete silence from both of them clearly spoke volumes. Olivia rolled her eyes slightly before she spoke again.

“As much as I would like to stay for the inevitable brawl and see who wins this, I have something to discuss with His Majesty that’s rather time sensitive. Liam, do you mind?”

Liam turned to face Olivia, but even in profile, Drake could sense him plastering on his diplomatic mask once again. “Of course, Lady Olivia. Let’s head to my office.”

And without a backward glance, he was off, falling in stride with Olivia as the two of them exited the room. As soon as the lounge door swung shut, Drake sank into the closest chair, letting out a long sigh. He felt like he had just thrown up, but in that way when you’ve been nauseous all day from a stomach flu, and then when you finally puke, you somehow feel awful but somehow better all at the same time.

Telling Liam all these thoughts he’d kept to himself. Telling him the thoughts he didn’t even realize he’d been keeping to himself. Well, it was damn cathartic. To have it all out in the open felt like a relief. Even if Liam had his own issues to throw out there. Hell maybe because Liam had his own issues with him. Finally, they were talking. Really talking, not just beating around the apple tree. And that had to be progress, right?

Sure, as the adrenaline from the fight wore off, some of Liam’s barbs sunk in. And boy, did they sting. But at the end of the day, Drake somehow felt that this was better than their stilted half conversations and awkward small talk. At least this was real. And quite frankly, today kind of felt like rock bottom. That meant things could only improve from here. Drake just had to figure out how.

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Quarantine UST 8

//So, that reveal was...not what I originally planned it to be! But that doesn’t mean things are stopping there...

Warning, some NSFW content at the end (masturbation)

The ride back was now silent, but no longer awkward. Well, not as awkward, anyway. It helped that Adam had to maintain concentration to ensure they made it back safely; otherwise, he was sure he’d be a nervous wreck like the girl next to him.

‘I can’t believe she beat me to the punchline,’ was his first thought as they got in. To be fair, inviting her to go casual drive was probably not subtle at all—just the two of them? Could you have been any more obvious, his consciousness remarked, and yet he didn’t regret it at all. So it wasn’t as smooth or subtle as he’d originally planned—but then again, when did anything ever go according to plan?

At least she didn’t reject him. No, it was so much more than that...even though getting a straight answer out of her felt like pulling teeth at times, in the end, he knew without a doubt that she felt the same. About wanting to be together. About feeling insecure in being ‘good enough’ (whatever that meant, because he sure as hell never thought any less of her), and what it would mean for the rest of their time in quarantine, let alone after they resumed their duties as part of DOGOO...

In truth, Adam had no clue how they were going to maintain a relationship once things returned to ‘normal’. Sio’s fear of it being against the rules wasn’t unfounded; though there was no formal declaration, he knew most other members didn’t mention their involvements with one another—even if it was nothing more than a casual midnight visit. But somehow, he knew no guidelines or rules would’ve stopped him from feeling this way. And, well, maybe as holders they could stand to bend the rules a little bit, given that they were the ones doing all the hard work and so if he just made the argument that being with the sniper gave him a reason to fight harder...

‘Let’s just hope it stays that way; last thing we need is something going wrong and then dragging everyone else down with us.’

That tone of caution, how he hated it at times; even if it was the vital difference in him surviving on the field. Shaking his head, Adam resolved not to think about it anymore, at least not now. They still had about a week left, and he was determined to make the most of it; to indulge in their lives as normal people in a new relationship, and all it entailed.

“Um, Adam? Are you okay?” The girl looked on with curious eyes as he gave a disgruntled sigh.

“Huh? Oh, it’s...nothing.”

“...Oh, okay...” He felt a little bad for shutting her out, especially now they they were, well, together, but he didn’t want to worry her unnecessarily.

The other two members had finally dragged themselves out of bed by the time they came back, though from the looks of it, it was little more than ‘roll out of bed and order some food’. “So, where did you two sneak off to this morning, hmm?” Jess gave the two a knowing wink, but didn’t say anything more.

“I left a note; since when were you two so concerned anyway?” Adam muttered, not keen on giving anything else away.

“So, did you two already eat, or...?” Mahesh offered an extra bagel, but the two shook their heads.

“Oh, it’s okay Mirza-san, we...we’re not that hungry right now, so I’m sure we can, just...get something later. Or cook?” Maroons slid questioningly over to him, before retracting, as if afraid to be so open. Drat. They’d have to figure out this secret thing sooner or later, before it blew up in their faces.

“...We’ll figure it out. Anyway, since we’re all here, I’ll just state that even though we’ll be going back to the Logan next week, that doesn’t mean we can slack off.” A chorus of ‘yes’ rang out, Adam sighing with relief as the other two seemed to have lost interest. For now.

There was a tug at his sleeve and he looked down, the sniper looking at her feet with a faint blush, which made him all the more nervous. “Uh, yeh? What’s up, squirt—er, I mean Sio?”

“O-Oh, uh, n-nothing much...I mean...I was wondering, if you’re not busy...if, uh, if...” she nervously fiddled with the sleeves of his jacket that she was still wearing, “um...c, could I...listen to some more of your music again?”

Why did she have to be so adorable? If only the other two weren’t around, he’d be scooping her up into an embrace, but as it was he merely nodded. “Sure; it’s not like we have any other engagements...”

As soon as the they trooped upstairs into the attic, the sniper immediately let out a sigh of relief. “Whew, that was close! Though, at the rate we’re going...I’m not sure how much of a secret we can keep...”

“Hn; knowing them, they’re probably gossiping about it already...but, don’t let it trouble you too much, Sio. Take your time.”

“Mmnn...th, thanks Adam...f, for, being understanding about it...” She was looking up shyly between the folds of his jacket, which, at this point, he’d already made up his mind to let her keep it. It looked much better on her than it did on him, anyway. He swallowed and tried to keep cool, even though his heart was pounding away, just being so close to her and seeing her so casual like this...

“So, what did you want to listen to this time?” He was glad there was some kind of distraction, lest they both sit around awkwardly. “EDM again? Or something new?”

“Oh, well...I mean, I wouldn’t mind Camellia again, but...I, wanna hear something different!” She lounged on his bed, heels kicking in the air as she settled against the pillow. “Something...hmm, how about...something that I never would’ve predicted you’d listen to!”

Adam had to bite back a laugh. “Something unpredictable? What kind of request is that...” He couldn’t help but smile. “Well alright, I’ll do my best...though, I think for best results, it’ll have to be from my phone, not laptop. I have more music on that.” He dug around for a pair of earpods. “Sorry, but I don’t have a splitter, so we’ll have to share. That alright with you?”

He offered one end to the girl, who took it. Sharing a pair of earbuds...with him? Her face flushed before she knew it, as all sorts of romantic shenanigans started running through her mind. ‘Whoa, are we gonna like...both lie on the bed and like, listen to music? Just like they do in manga...!’

“Feel okay? Or do you want to switch?” Her eyes snapped up as Adam poked her in the shoulder gently. “Or, if you’d rather not split the sound, I could always hook my phone up to the computer and play it from there.”

“No no no, this is fine...um, thanks for indulging in my selfish requests...” She muttered, turning pink again.

“It’s not selfish, even if it is silly. Well, how about this one...not sure if it’ll meet your expectations, but it’s the best one I can think of.”

Even with only one ear, Sio could tell as soon as the music started that this was definitely different than all the other songs she’d heard earlier. The song was in Japanese again, but the beats, music style and lyrics—she blushed slightly as the singer crooned a suggestive line in half-English, half-Japanese.

‘Is this...hip-hop? No, doesn’t seem like it...it’s definitely catchy, kinda makes feel like dancing...’

“Is...is this...some kind of dance music?” She queried Adam as the song ended, the silver-haired holder opening one eye. “It’s not like electronica, but I feel like moving my body...even though I suck at dancing...”

“Close enough; it’s R&B, which is pretty popular on the dance floor. Here, try this one, I think you’ll understand.” Another track started and Sio felt herself lying down, the two of them creating a sort of yin-yang on his bed as they faced each other.

The rhythm was strong and catchy, and again the lyrics were a mixture of Japanese and English. As she listened, Sio was starting to suspect that Adam was actually a romantic at heart, given that nearly all the songs seemed to have some type of passionate, almost too-intimate declarations of love. Funny how she always dreamed about moments like this, but when it actually happened, it was a little overwhelming. ‘I’m sure Adam understands exactly what the song’s talking about...’ The sniper couldn’t help but wonder if this was his subtle way of hinting at his true feelings, but he was too embarrassed to say it himself. The realization that their fierce, sometimes-tsundere leader of the Second Platoon could be just as nervous as a schoolboy with a crush... Muffling her face with her sleeve, Sio tried to turn away, lest he see her grin.

“Adam, is it because you can understand Japanese that you like artists who sing in both languages?”

“Well, that’s...actually just a coincidence. But, you have to admit, it’s more fun when you can understand both parts, yeh?” He turned and winked at her, and Sio had a feeling he was choosing the songs on purpose; that he knew she would understand it was his way of communicating his feelings for her.

“Ah huh, I understand. Yeah, I can see that, it’s kinda like a secret message, but only people who know both can understand it...hmm?” To her surprise she boldly raised an eyebrow at him; for some reason she was feeling brave all of a sudden, even though a minute ago she could barely look at him while they were both listening to the same song.

“Secret message? Oh, do tell.” He was teasing her now, but Sio found herself enjoying the challenge.

“Yeah? You mean to tell me you don’t actually ‘shinjite what’s in your heart’?” Adam snorted at her use of Engrish.

“Then what do you think I believe in? What do you think is in my heart?” His eyes were gentle, probably the first time she’d seen them like this. She felt her face grow warm, but Sio couldn’t tear her gaze, even as she became painfully aware of how close their faces were now. The warmth of his breath, those intensely green eyes; all the while the song continued to play in the background, the lyrics only increasing the tension.

Baby love, baby kiss Baby you’re my lady Baby love, baby kiss Baby you’re my lover

“...I, well...I think, deep down, you’re a kind person. You really care about others, even though you’re terrible at showing it,” this earned a laugh from the man, “because, you don’t want to be hurt; so, so...only special people can see what’s in your heart, so you...uh, Adam?”

He was staring so intensely at her it was making her a bit nervous; he wasn’t mad, but his brows were furrowed, as if he were deep in thought. Sio hoped she hadn’t offended him somehow, but the truth was, she had just been kind of rambling the first thing that came to her mind. Just like those times where she seemed to know things, but not how... ‘What I just said...somehow, I know it’s true, but I can’t say how or why...’

“...Has anyone ever told you your instincts are something else?” He spoke at last, voice low and steady. “How did you pick up all that when I haven’t told you anything?”

“A-Ah—huh? U-Uh, w, well, I guess it just...came to me. I guess you could call it instinct, but, mmm...” She glanced away nervously, hoping he wouldn’t be mad at her. “S, Sorry...I bet that was really creepy, huh?”

To her surprise he reached out and brushed her hand, Sio squeaking before she realized he wanted to hold her hand, and she laced their fingers together. “No, not really...I’m just amazed you picked up on it, because...it’s true, more or less. I do have a hard time letting people in; letting my guard down, getting close to others...” His fingers were rubbing her knuckles and she felt a shiver of warmth, just from that simple gesture. “...Sorry. I know I gave you a hard time when you first joined.”

“...Apology accepted, Adam.” He glanced at her in surprise, but the sniper was smiling. “Though, to be honest, it didn’t seem that hard to figure out...w-well, at least not for me! I-I mean, I...well, I guess just noticing the little things you’ve been doing for me, a-and honestly, your music is kind of a dead giveaway—!” She squealed as Adam tickled her suddenly in the ribs, Sio shrieking as she laughed uncontrollably. “A-Ah ha ha—A-Adam, s, stop—aaahh—I can’t stop laughing—eek!” Rolling around on the bed, the phone and earbuds having long slid off onto the floor as Sio laughed until tears were running down her cheeks, both of them heaving as Adam finally let up, the sniper realizing she was now pinned neatly beneath him.

“So, I’m that obvious, am I?” Those silvery strands were plastered against his cheek, and Sio was seized with an urge to reach up and brush them aside. “You sure took your sweet time in figuring that out though—”

“—I did not! I-I was just, being sure! It pays to be careful,” she sniffed, her lips turned into a pout.

“Right, sure.” Her face was glowing pink, hair spread out like a halo as they both caught their breaths. In this moment she looked much more mature, older and wiser than her youthful naivete. One of his hands brushed against her cheek and her eyes fluttered close, as he touched the soft, delicate silk of her face. So smooth. So warm! His arms were trembling as he drew her closer, hoping he could pull this off without looking like a complete moron. Those pouty lips, so pink and soft as he brushed a finger against them; what would they feel like if just leaned down right now, and gently pressed them against his...

Knockknockknock. “Adam? Sio? Did you two want anything for lunch? We’re about to order.” Three booms shook both holders of their reverie, Adam seething with barely-concealed rage at the Indian for choosing that specific moment to knock. The sniper didn’t seem to notice however, instead looking very abashed and nervously smoothing her hair back.

‘God fucking damn it...I was so close! Fuck you, Mirza...’

Adam yanked the door open to reveal the Indian’s almost too-cheerful face. “Yeh really needed our opinion for food?”

“Well, seeing as how you two didn’t eat anything earlier, I just wanted to make sure. Besides, wasn’t sure if you guys could hear with those headphones on.” Those eyes twinkled with hidden understanding, and Adam had a feeling the Indian had knocked on purpose. He just didn’t know how impeccable his timing was...or did he?

“A-Ah, just, whatever you two order I think will be okay. I’m not that picky.” Sio peeked out nervously from behind Adam, trying to stop her cheeks from blushing. ‘Oh boy...if it hadn’t been for Mahesh, we would have...we were going to...!’

The warmth from his hand. His gentle gaze. A smoldering heat that had been steadily building up throughout her entire body...gulping, the sniper tried to calm her fluttering heart. Were they moving too fast? But it felt so natural, being in each other’s presence like that and enjoying the company. And now that they were together, wasn’t it normal to want to start touching each other and...stuff like that? ‘I’ve been masturbating this whole time while thinking about Adam, yet I can’t even bring myself to kiss him! What the heck...’

“Sio-chan? What’s wrong? You’re red as a strawberry.” Mahesh gave a not-too-subtle grin as he gave them the menu items. “Something up?”

“N-No, I’m fine! I-I, uh, I’ll just...get the lunch special. They all look equally good to me,” she thrust the phone back into the Indian’s hands, trying to will away the blush. “Th, thanks for ordering...”

“No problem; just FYI, food’ll probably be here in about half an hour. If you two want to come down then.” With another wink Mahesh finally left, leaving the two standing in the doorway, one still blushing while the other was thoroughly peeved.

“Seriously, that wanker...he did that on purpose, I know it,” Adam groused as they finally retreated to his room, though now neither of the holders felt like listening to music. “So, you wanna just go down and wait for food, or...?”

“U-Uh, sure, I guess...” Sio didn’t want to admit it, but she was feeling extremely self-conscious after replaying everything in her head. “Maybe you can help me finish FF7 before lunchtime?”

He gave her a small smile. “Deal.” ------------ The clouds moved in again before the sun had even set; during her evening walk around the neighborhood, the sniper had to put on her beanie and even a scarf as she was buffeted by the ocean winds. And yet, as Sio hugged Adam’s jacket closer to her (she really needed to return it), it was mystical, almost; the way the winds carried with them the sharp, fresh scent of salty seas. Somehow it filled her with a strange sense of nostalgia, though she couldn’t figure out for what. Perhaps it was the similarity to her own home, Tokyo, also a city surrounded by ocean waves. As she watched the sun disappear behind a thick fog bank, she wished it were possible to capture this moment, these feelings.

‘Boy, I sure am emotional lately. Ugh, better not be ‘cause of my period...’ Menstrual cycles aside, the sniper had a feeling it was also due to the a certain holder, whom she was in a relationship with, now. ‘Adam...’ Sio still couldn’t believe it had actually happened. That she had worked up the courage to confess her feelings, and even admit her own insecurities. She literally wrote an essay to Asao earlier, who merely responded with a ‘congrats!’ and a wide array of emojis. Tonight was bound to be another all-nighter, she felt; there was no way she was going to bed without regaling in extravagant detail to her friend about what exactly happened.

Soon enough though, even her borrowed jacket couldn’t keep out the chill, and the sniper headed back to the Victorian house that almost felt like a second home now. It was a relatively quiet evening for once; Mahesh and Jess were marathoning some series they’d discovered on Netflix (it involved robots, love and death?) and Adam was holed up in his attic space, as usual. ‘Probably listening to music again,’ she thought to herself with a smile, remembering fondly their little moment that morning. Checking the time, she decided to wait a little longer before calling Asao-san; it was probably still dinnertime for her.

“Mmm...man, it’s hard to believe this’ll be over so soon.” Sighing, Sio laid on her bed, gazing at the wallpaper that had become very familiar over the last few weeks. A light breeze was blowing through her window and, remembering the strong surge of emotion from her walk, she went over and threw the windows open, despite the cold. The breeze smelled wonderful; cold and fresh, once again filling her with that odd mixture of emotions.

It was this state in which Adam found her; leaning out against the window, her locks being swept by the breeze as she stared into the night, a melancholy look on her face. So lost in her thoughts it wasn’t until Adam gently tapped her on the shoulder did she look around with a start.

“Oh! Adam, I didn’t even know you were here.”

“Sorry; I did knock, but you didn’t respond, so I thought I’d just check in on you.” He gave her an apologetic smile. “You alright? Don’t think I’ve ever seen you so...pensive.”

“Eh heh, no, it’s just...somehow, just feeling the wind like this, and smelling the fresh air...makes me kinda, I dunno, nostalgic...” Shrugging, the sniper closed the window slightly.

“Hm, yeh I can see that. Sometimes the weather here does remind me of London, too, all fog and grey skies; and then I think of what my mum’s doing, how she’s holdin’ up...”

“Ah...is you mom alright? London’s not too bad, is it?”

“Mn. Can’t say for London entirely, but I just emailed her recently and she’s doing fine.”

Suddenly a strong gust blew in, Sio shielding her face as the curtains flailed wildly. “Ah...man, it’s windy tonight—”

“—Here, this better?” Strong arms folded her into a warm embrace, and Sio found herself tucked neatly against his broad chest, relishing the warmth. It was a feeling of safety, of being protected but also cherished; nodding, she allowed herself to enjoy this feeling of being held. Leaning back, her head resting against the crook of his arm, his scent familiar and comforting. When the wind blew it again it was no longer cold, but rather cozy as they both sat on the bench, Adam gently cradling her as they both just enjoyed the night air.

“...Y’know I never imagined I’d get to be doing this. An’ with you, ‘f all people,” Sio looked up at his words, as his hands ran down her arms soothingly. “It’s...nice, actually. I know that sounds trite, but...sometimes the simple things are the best.”

“Mmm...yeah, they are...” Sighing, she snuggled deeper into his embrace, giggling as he pulled her tight. “I like being held like this; by you. I feel like...I’m safe. And lo...” She gulped, barely catching herself in time.

‘I can’t believe I almost said ‘loved’...! Even though I like Adam a lot, that’s just too soon...isn’t it?’

“Something the matter?” Adam cast her a curious glance as the sniper clammed up.

“N, No, I just meant, I really like this, too...” she blushed with pleasure. Maybe she’d tell him later on, that when he held her tight like this, it was the first time she’d ever felt truly loved.

It was almost midnight before she realized how late it’d gotten, Sio having nearly dozed off in Adam’s embrace; though from the looks of things, he was half-falling asleep himself. “Mmm, we should probably go to bed...”

“Yeh, we should...”

“...You’re not moving.”

“Well neither are you.”

“That’s because it’s too comfortable here. It’s all warm and cozy...if I move now, I’ll just be cold again,” the sniper pouted, before digging herself in deeper. “Mmm...you’re soo warm...” Sighing, she nuzzled against his firm chest, trying to bury her face in it.

“O-Oy, that’s—what are you, a cat?” He raised an eyebrow as the girl curled against him, seemingly setting in for the night. “Whatever happened to sleeping?”

“...”

“Uh.” She wasn’t seriously asleep, was she? It was wonderful to hold her, but even innocently sleeping together for anything more than a short kip...that was a bit too much, given it hadn’t even been a day since their confession. Just to check, he poked her in the side again and she immediately squealed in protest.

“A-Adam! Hey!”

“Tch, I knew you were faking it...”

“Mou...meanie,” she grumped, but couldn’t help smiling. “Fine fine, you’re right. It is pretty late...” As she stretched and yawned however, the sniper finally remembered whose jacket she was still wearing.

“Oh! Uh, whoops, I should give this back to you...” She reluctantly began shedding it, almost sad to see it go, but Adam pulled it back on. “Huh?”

“Keep it; ‘s yours now.”

“Ah—but I, uh—”

He hushed her with a single finger on her lips. “No, really. Trust me when I say you wear it much better than I do...’sides, you seemed to have taken quite a fancy to it, yeh?”

He smirked, and Sio blushed. When would she ever stop blushing... But she couldn’t help it; it was hard to believe they’d ever get to be this close, and now it was actually happening.

“...Thank you, Adam. You’re...so kind...sometimes I have to wonder if you’re still the same person you were before.”

That brought out a barking laugh from the man, Sio sputtering in apology as she realized her words. “No no, you’re not wrong,” Adam wiped away his tears, still chuckling. “But is it really so hard to believe that people can change?”

“W, Well, no, but—I just can’t believe you’d really do that, f-for me...!” She stilled as he ran a finger underneath her chin, keenly aware of their distance and the touch of his hand. “I, um...”

“...Yes, Sio. I really will do that, for you.”

Something warm and soft pressed against her mouth; their first kiss, just like that without any preamble or awkward pauses. Adam had taken the initiative and left no room for hesitation, which she was grateful for. Sio’s head was spinning with a flurry of thoughts, but those were all pushed aside by the sheer feeling of bliss. She didn’t know what to do with her mouth, or her hands, but just simply pressing their bodies together was pleasant, in its own way. Soon enough though, she needed air and so both of them reluctantly pulled away, Adam looking a bit bashful as they caught their breaths.

“U-Um, whoa...wow...” The sniper touched her lips, as if trying to discern what just happened. “That was...really, really nice...um, sorry I don’t know what I’m doing—”

“— don’t either, but it was still very pleasant, wasn’t it?” Adam had a roguish grin on his face, pink blooming across his face as well. “Well, then ah...good night, Sio.”

“Wait!” Both of them caught off guard by her sudden pull, Sio moreso as she couldn’t believe her own boldness. “U-Um, b, before you go...c-could we, um, well...” She squirmed in embarrassment, but if Adam had the courage to kiss her, then she could certainly find the conviction to tell him her true feelings.

“C-Can we just...try that, one more time...?”

He looked at those round maroons, innocent but there was a new sparkle to her gaze; an eagerness to explore these new feelings him. She asked for a second kiss... A whole rush of heat bloomed from his chest, and Adam nodded.

“...Certainly, love.”

Before he realized that Sio probably didn’t understand that as a term of endearment, the sniper was leaning in clumsily, trying to figure out how to match their heights—he bent down to meet her lips, sweeping them up into a full kiss that was just as warm but much more passionate than their first one. As if on instinct, he slung an arm around her slender waist, supporting her and in return she knew to wrap her arms around his neck, their height difference causing her to lean in slightly and deepen the kiss. Even when they paused briefly for air, instead of parting she leaned back in, tiling her head at different angles, trying to see what it felt like, how to make it better. The heat sitting in his chest was blooming with shocking speed throughout the rest of his body—especially as her hands started wandering a bit, teasing the edge of his hairline, running a finger through those white strands and he couldn’t help but shudder. Her body was soft and warm, and when pressed so tightly like this it felt as if they were meant to fit together; each curve and bend fitting snugly against him.

Is this what they call making out? Sio was vaguely aware of her hands touching him, feeling new things, but it all seemed very hazy and out-of-body; even as she relished the warmth from Adam’s hands, his lips moving against hers (unlike Newton’s invasive tongue), a part of her wished he would touch her skin directly. But even so, the sensations were almost overwhelming; feeling his hard body against her own softness, those large-but-gentle hands supporting her waist and brushing her hair—sighing, she relished being able to cement those feelings at last, when she could only imagine what it felt like before.

There was no telling how much time had passed; only when Adam finally pulled back, both of them deeply flushed and panting did she agree it was best to stop and retire for the night. Asao was probably wondering what was taking her so long, and Sio realized she also wanted some time to process everything that’d happened for herself.

“So...was that, everything you’d hoped for?” His bangs were mussed by her wandering hands, covering one side of his face as he tried to straighten them. “‘Cause I don’t know about you, but uh...that was, really something...”

“Unn...it was wonderful...” The sniper was in a bit of a daze, face still flushed from the high. “That was...amazing...”

Adam seemed relieved at her answer. “Ah, well good...that’s, good...a-anyway, I really should let you get some rest—and I meant it, Sio. The jacket’s yours. Consider it my first gift to you...as your boyfriend.”

“Oh...! W, Well...I’ll take good care of it, Adam. Thank you...and, good night!”

He placed one last kiss on her forehead this time, Sio giggling as those silky white strands tickled her. “Good night, Sio. Pleasant dreams.”

She saw him off, Adam waiting until the door closed before he let out a breath and hurried back to his room. Thank god she didn’t notice... Or at least, if she did, she either had no idea or didn’t mention it. Because after all that snogging, there was no way his body wouldn’t have some type of reaction...and given how closely they were pressed together, he was amazed she didn’t notice his growing erection pressing against that soft valley between her thighs, just waiting to be rubbed and pressed against...

He groaned, not even bothering to undress as he fell into his bed, one hand already stroking his aching cock. “F-Fuck...that was so hot...” Those silky soft lips, delicate hands and soft, petite breasts when they pressed against his chest... Adam stifled a moan as his hands moved faster, eager to relieve himself. Now, at last he could fill in the blanks for himself: what she tasted like, her scent, how soft her skin was, the firm softness of her thighs that seemed to yield easily against his hard angles...

“Guh—! Nnng... S-Sio...” Grunting, he slipped a hand inside his boxers, thumbing the swollen head as it leaked out precum, slippery and hot against his fingers. “Shit...ugn...” A heady lust thrummed his senses as he stroked furiously, replaying every detail of that kiss in his own mind. She was surprisingly forward, once she worked up the courage. That was how it seemed to be, with Sio. Once she got her footing, there was no stopping her. He’d seen it firsthand during their battles together, but now it seemed the same happened when off the battlefield, as well. Vaguely he wondered if this meant she would become different in bed, as well.

‘Stop it, you wanker; you can’t rush something like that, not when you’ve just had your first kiss...’ But fantasies didn’t play by the rules, and Adam let them run wild; the rest of her body was probably just as silky and soft, petite and slender but he knew she would still fit warmly against him; filling all those hard gaps with her softness and warmth, playing with his hair as she nuzzled his chest (she seemed to enjoy doing that a lot) while he would admire her cute little tits, maybe even lick them until her nipples perked up stiff and pink, the firm roundness of her behind that would no doubt be just as yielding as her inner thighs—

“Uhn...nng, hnng...hah, nng—haah ah—!” Hips jerking, Adam barely grabbed a pillow in time to muffle his moans as he came, his entire body pulled taut while a flood of hot sperm drizzled out, oozing onto the sheets and all over his hand while he pumped slowly, trying to make it last. “Ooohh...fu—ck...” Little aftershocks ran through him as he slowly wiped up the mess, his body quivering every so often until he finally finished, curled on his side in an exhausted heap. “Oh god, Sio...fuck...”

That was probably one of the most satisfying sessions he’d had to date, right down to his bones. Eyes already closing, he briefly thought about at least changing his clothes but instead he rolled over and was out like a light.

#documentation #//hi whoopos #//i think i'm still on schedule?#//ish?#//we're gettin' down to the wire folks #//hopefully i will not be super busy with work #//cause i really wanna update my other fics after this ha ha

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Kimetsu Academy!

Kimetsu Academy!Au: A Murder of One

Tanjirou x Akiko (and theyre actually happy lmao)

“Oh! Akiko! Hi honey, how’ve you been?” Kie greets the teenager with a warm smile as they open up the bakery for the day.

Akiko walks into the store, inhaling the red bean and flour scent as well as blueberries and chocolate chips. The atmosphere envelops Akiko and she feels right at home.

“I’ve been well,”Akiko smiles before looking up at the doorway leading to a set of stairs behind the store.

“Are Nezuko and Tanjirou awake?” She questions, and Kie smiles hopelessly.

“Well, you know Nezuko… Tanjirou should be getting her ready. Go on up and here, take a melon pan with you.”

The bun is stuffed into Akiko’s hand and she bids Tanjirou’s mother a thank you before rushing up the stairs.

Akiko isn’t even half way up until her boyfriend’s voice calls out, “We’re in the bathroom! Can you come do Nezuko’s hair?”

She smiles gleefully before taking two rights into the bathroom, watching Tanjirou brush his teeth as Nezuko nods off on his shoulders.

“Mornfging,”Tanjirou smiles and Akiko chuckles lightly before cayrying Nezuko down to the floor, making sure she doesn’t fall.

“Hey,” she pecks his cheek. “Another early morning?” Akiko can see his eye bags despite the small amount of makeup he wears to hide them. He blushes lightly, knowing he’s been caught, but nods his head nonetheless.

Akiko finished the rest of her bread to scold him, hands weaving through long locks and twisting strands of hair, but Tanjirou continues to brush his teeth as he listens to his girlfriend’s voice, a pleasant smile on his face.

The two are able to make it to the train in time, and everyone allows for Nezuko to have a seat on the train. Akiko and Tanjirou stand nearby, Akiko pressed back on the doors as Tanjirou covers her, making sure there are no perverts on the train.

Akiko finds one anyway, poking Tanjirou’s cheek to nab his attention before pointing out Enmu, the local pervert, trying to creep on a girl.

Tanjirou lets out a tired sigh at his usual behavior before cutting through bodies, and Akiko smiles proudly as he grabs Enmu and hands him off to the officer at the next station.

Luckily, it’s their stop, and Tanjirou grabs Nezuko before the three are off to school. Akiko holds all three of their bags as Tanjirou carries his sister, the two talking about what they did yesterday as if they didn’t talk over the phone at night.

“By the way, what’s our first period?” Akiko asks as they approach the gates.

“I’m pretty sure it’s music with Miyuki-sensei?” Tanjirou looks over at Akiko to see her face, nearly jumping at the one she’s making.

“Music…”

“It’s ok! I’m sure you’ll be fine!”

“Tanjirou… We both can’t say that…”

Thankfully, Miyuki-sensei is nice enough to ace Akiko on tests and quizzes, so Akiko has a passing grade in the class. She can remember facts about music, but she always dreads the extra free time left at the end of class because kids usually try to play instruments.

“Okay, Akiko, let’s try the piano today,” Miyuki catches Akiko attention and the blood drains from Akiko’s face. She sees Zenitsu cover his ears in the corner but she doesn’t blame him.

“I don’t know, Himi-sensei…” Akiko tries to save the rest of the class, but Tanjirou walks over to place a hand on her shoulder, giving her a bright smile.

“I believe in you Akiko! You know Himi-sensei is a great teacher, so give it a try!”

Akiko blushes, turning to him as she sees others looking at them. Hoping to keep the eyes off the both of them, she sighs in defeat before smiling back up at him and agreeing.

Akiko is glad she’s dating her best friend.

Her fingers dance across the keys, but they have two left feet and she can’t even plunk out the notes for twinkle twinkle little star. Tanjirou sits by patiently, cheering Akiko on whenever she fumbles.

Finally, her finger presses the last key and the tune to twinkle twinkle little star is complete. Akiko looks up from the piano, wide eyed and in awe of herself before she beams at Miyuki.

“I knew you could do it!” Tanjirou cheers before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Akiko blushes furiously before taking his hand into her own when the bell rings.

“We- We’re gonna be late so let’s go!” She insists as Tanjirou laughs.

Miyuki congratulates Akiko before offering to walk them over to Shinazugawa’s math class, and the two shiver in fear.

Tanjirou isn’t on good terms with Sanemi, but he’s friends with his younger brother, Genya. Akiko is rather fond of Genya too, since he taught her how to make different types of bento boxes so that she could make Tanjirou lunches every so often.

When Akiko sees Miyuki talking lovingly to Sanemi, she smiles fondly. It’s the same look Miyuki’s mother would give her husband when he came to visit her with flowers in hard at Ray’s hospital. Just by looking, Akiko can tell that they’re absolutely in love with each other.

She glances over at Tanjirou, who is talking to Genya at the moment, before wondering if the two of them will love each other like Miyuki and Sanemi.

“Hey you three,” Himi-sensei’s voice catches their attention, “Save Friday night for me. My mother is inviting your family for dinner.”

Akiko looks over at her math teacher and Sanemi looks away under her piercing gaze. Akiko smiles, turning to look back at Miyuki before nodding her head and promising to ask her parents.

Periods pass by, Tanjirou enjoying Rengoku-sensei’s class the most as always as she has to reign in her boyfriend from fighting the other students with yard sticks. Sure, some of the other fighters in the cavalry battle make fun of him, but Tanjirou makes a sad face at them before looking over at Akiko.

“But guys... I pinkie promised her…”

They all agree that Tanjirou has a legal excuse to not participate in the cavalry battle and potentially get hurt.

When the school bell rings for lunch, Zenitsu bolts down the hallway in search of Nezuko and Inosuke stomps to the cafeteria. Tanjirou pushes his desk over to Akiko’s as she brings out two bento boxes, an excited smile on her face.

“You already know, but Genya came over yesterday to help me make today’s lunch. Also, it’s unreal how good he is at cooking. I wish he would share some of his skills… He doesn’t need all that talent, y’know?” Akiko goes off, untying the green and black checker patterned cloth with a huff before opening the boxes to present Tanjirou with today’s lunch.

His eyes shine at the display, his favorite rice balls with a pickled plum in the middle making its appearance as always. There’s a rolled omelet and some edamame beans on the side, and Akiko pulls out a small container of miso soup for the two of them to share.

He’s about to start eating, thanking Akiko for the meal, but she stops him as she pulls out her phone.

“Oh yeah, today’s picture, right?” He poses, smiling into the camera as Akiko snaps a picture of him with the food she’s made for the day. She turns her phone off the minute she uploads the photo, knowing that her phone is already blowing up.

Despite being linked at the hip for their whole lives, and even more so now that they’re dating, the two still find things to talk about. It’s odd, but they find random things to discuss.

“Are you working at the hospital today?” Tanjirou asks as she chews her omelet, and she pauses to think before nodding her head.

“Dad doesn’t need me till later though. If you’re not helping your parents today, wanna go to that new tapioca shop near the station? It’s been a while since we spent time together after school.” Akiko juts her lower lip out, batting her eyelashes at Tanjirou, who gives in easily.

She cheers, hands thrown up into the air before Tanjirou stuffs another omelet into her mouth, and Akiko shuts up in embarrassment.

“AKIKO!!” The door to the classroom slams open and Akiko nearly chokes on a rice ball. Tanjirou offers her his water, eyes soft with concern before looking over to the culprit.

“Zenitsu, you almost killed her!” He says with exasperation, but Zenitsu is already tugging Akiko out of the room.

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease you gotta help me find Nezuko!” Zenitsu cries, grasping at the hem of her skirt as Tanjirou tries to bat him away.

Akiko deadpans.

“Can I have one peaceful lunch with my boyfriend?”

“AT LEAST YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!!”

“Now that you say that I think Yahaba from class 2-B has a thing for you.”

“R-REALLY?!” Zenitsu lets go, stumbling out of the classroom with a smile on his face.

Akiko mentally prays for Yahaba, apologizing under her breath for sending a disaster bi after him.

Finally, the final bell rings and school is out. Akiko and Tanjirou look over at each other before smiling, packing up their supplies before walking out of class together.

His hand easily finds its way through her’s, and when Akiko asks him if Nezuko will be okay getting home on her own, he says that Kanao will take her since they’re both in the soccer club together.

This puts Akiko at ease and they pass by Sanemi and Miyuki leaving for the day, the two piling into the car with some school supplies. Both couples wave each other goodbye (though Sanemi looks forced, and Miyuki begins to bicker with him).

The minute their car door closes, Akiko looks over at Tanjirou before saying, “Sanemi is going to propose this Friday.”

He blinks in surprise before looking down at her, “Really? How do you know?”

Akiko smiles teasingly before giving him a quick peck on the lips, tugging the two of them along to the station, “I just know!”

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“Hey, love? File this away for me? I have to go to the OR, but you can observe when you’re done,” Ray says, handing his daughter a manila folder.

She nods her head, taking the folder before walking into the archives room and stashing it under “na”. She’s about to walk out when her pager blips, and she looks at it in confusion, wondering why she’s been called up to the front lobby.

A sudden thought hits her and she blushes lightly, biting her lip as she tries to calm her beating heart. Akiko doesn’t want to be wrong.

“Tamura-san! Your grandmother is here to see you!” A nurse says, and Akiko’s heart drops. She braves a smile anyway, nodding her head despite the want to run away.

But her eyes catch a familiar lock of hair, and she raises a questioning eyebrow at the nurse.

“Tanjirou? You can come out.”

Said person rises from the counter, laughing weakly, “You caught me…”

“You can’t get past these eyes, love,” she smiles at him, glad that he decided to visit her at the hospital.

Tanjirou does this often, and Akiko has no idea why she’s still so surprised when he shows up. Whenever he visits, it’s usually because he’s off work and wants to see her for just a moment before going off to his other job.

He likes to say that she’s his recharging station, as embarrassing as it sounds. He asks for a smile, receives one, and immediately be ready for his next job. Akiko worries for him all the same.

Tanjirou works at a flower shop with Miyuki and a cafe during the weekends and helps out at his family’s bakery throughout the weekdays. On top of that, he’s a student, and Akiko doesn’t know how he’s able to juggle all of this as well as a relationship.

“Did you miss me already?” Akiko laughs, taking Tanjirou over to a secluded corner so that they can talk.

“Well, yeah, I always miss you,” he says, and Akiko is thrown off, blinking twice before looking away.

“But also because it’s already nine and you haven’t replied to my calls. You should be off by now, right?”

When Akiko checks her phone she sees the two phone calls she’s missed, apologizing to him before confirming that it really is late at night. Her dad usually lets her off at eight, but today’s been a busy day.

So Akiko tells the nurse to leave a note for her dad before she grabs her things from the lounge, walking out of the hospital, hand in hand with Tanjirou.

The last remaining cherry blossoms flutter down, staining the streets as Akiko’s amber eyes reflect the street lights. Tanjirou allows Akiko to lead since she’s good at seeing in the dim lighting, but the two already have their way home memorized.

“You can’t sleep over tonight, can you?” Akiko suddenly asks and Tanjirou startles, eyes wide at her request.

“W-Well we have school tomorrow…” He looks away, timidly looking at the floor. Akiko smiles nonetheless before nodding her head.

Tanjirou can smell the sadness seep from Akiko despite her happy appearance, and his tongue feels like lead. Akiko looks over at him when his hold on her hand tightens, and he beams brightly at her.

“I can sleep over after the dinner party on Friday though!”

He can smell her happiness again and she smiles back, jumping into his arms to bury her face into his chest, nodding enthusiastically.

Tanjirou pats her head, laughing, before smiling fondly at his girlfriend.

They both know that they’re lucky to have each other.

im not trying to troll yalls asses by not giving you guys ch 7 but also i am :,,) but yalls also get to see happy tanjirou and akiko so who rly is losing here,,,

this is a collab thing i did with @giyuwu-writings!! we’re rly excited to post this content for you guys, so stay excited for the wholesome and fluffy chapters of this au!!

also our tag for this collab is giyuwubits and its cute plz validate us LMAO ;-;

#kimetsu no yaiba #tanjiro #kamado tanjirou #tanjirou #tanjirou kamado #kny #demon slayer #kimetsu academy #demon slayer academy #kimetsu no gakuen #giyuwubits #tamura akiko #himi miyuki #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi

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The Best Albums of 2019

After listening to more than 2000 new albums in 2019, I’ve narrowed my picks down to The 20 Best Records of 2019.

I’ve included 3 essential songs from each pick, as well as a choice lyrical clip and a brief description of the album.

Noting beats actually LISTENING TO MUSIC! So don’t just read my thoughts: follow and listen to the Spotify playlist containing 60 songs from the top 20 albums:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5TWlfWoo54MQ5cYTMmB0RI?si=M_23L6DDRieVuA845A90Pg

01: Yung Gravy - Sensational

Aptly titled Sensational, this debut full-length is a thirty minute party that dances between the hottest trap beats, well-placed samples, and the young Minnesota rapper’s braggadocious persona and ridiculous raps

Hey Alexa, how many bitches can we fit in the Tesla?...Pull up in that Model X with your model ex!

“Whip a Tesla” • “1 Thot 2 Thot Red Thot Blue Thot” • “The Boys Are Back in Town”

02: TWICE - &TWICE • Feel Special EP • FANCY YOU EP

Nine young South Korean women radiate endless energy, bountiful bliss, and some of the catchiest songs to come out not only in 2019 but recent memory

Even when things go wrong, feelings out of control: lessons, to be sure. Be okay, all right! Even a crying face is glittering, filter and laugh! You can return to invincibility, right? Blow off, and we havin’ fun! [Translated from original Japanese]

“Fake and True” • “Breakthrough” • “Stronger”

03: Sublime with Rome - Blessings

Frontman, bandleader, multi-instrumentalist, and producer Rome Ramirez delivers his finest record to date: eleven heartfelt reggae-driven songs that are as well-written as they are masterfully recorded and produced

Watching you feel good tonight: it's your song up on the station, and we don't even know no words. I wanna hear you roll your R’s, singing Spanish in the car, “Dime algo hermosa tonight”.

“Wicked Heart” • “Light On” • “For the Night”

04: Bring Me the Horizon - amo

Cohesive yet genre-spanning (metalcore, hip-hop, electronic, and pop, to name just a few), the sixth album from the English quintet is an emotional yet insightful rollercoaster masterpiece

Before the truth will set you free, it'll piss you off. Before you find a place to be, you're gonna lose the plot. Too late to tell you now, one ear and right out the other one ‘cause all you ever do is chant the same old mantra.

“MANTRA” • “wonderful life” • “i apologise if you feel something”

05: Weezer - Weezer (Black Album)

Expertly produced and instantly memorable, the long-running Rivers Cuomo-driven California quartet is once again in top form, adding yet another fresh and unique — but distinctly Weezer — record to their extensive discography

Don't get mad at me, I'm just being honest. I should have lied, now you're mad at me? I'm just being honest. How 'bout from now on you'll write the script, I'll read the lines?

“Can’t Knock the Hustle” • “Zombie Bastards” • “Living in L.A.”

06: Big Data - 3.0

Like this sophomore album’s lyrical content — exploration of the impact artificial intelligence will have on humans and on the Earth — the latest project from producer, multi-instrumentalist, and mastermind Alan Wilkis is paradoxically dark yet bright; like AI, this album’s execution is equally flawless and Dangerous

I created a monster, it's out of control, it's going to take me...I didn't know what I was making...But now it's coming, coming for all of us!

“Monster” • “See Through” • “Evolution Once Again”

07: blackbear - ANONYMOUS

Vibrant yet dark, personal yet accessible, the fifth album from Mat Musto is a collection of 18 vulnerable, confessional songs told over slick electronic and hip-hop sounds

You drop the bag and ask me how my weekend was. I love that, though. You laugh when I make stupid jokes, and when I went to rehab, you didn't judge me that bad. I struggle with addiction probs, you always got my back. What am I gonna do the day that my drug dealer moves away? Whatever am I gonna say to my new plug? It just ain't the same.

“DOWN” • “HATE MY GUTS” • “DRUG DEALER”

08: Denzel Curry - ZUU

Hit-after-hit of hip-hop bangers pack this album’s half-hour runtime, with a plethora of guests joining the fray but never quite knocking it out like the young Miami native, Denzel Curry

First they mockin', now they hoppin', all on the wave, 'cause they see me poppin'. Big-big-big large pockets, they start flockin'. Here's what I say when they ass keep knockin'...

“RICKY” • “BIRDZ” • “ZUU”

09: DaBaby - KIRK / Baby on Baby

On his two 2019 albums, his first proper efforts after countless mixtapes and singles, DaBaby unleashes his signature, incessant vocals over relentless trap and modern hip-hop beats

Prolly heard I was broke from a broke nigga, prolly heard I'm a ho from a ho! I don't know what you know, I ain't runnin' from no nigga, let’s go!

“BOP” • “OFF THE RIP” • “Suge”

10: Bayside - Interrobang

On their eighth album, the Anthony Raneri-fronted New York natives sound refreshed, focused, and tighter than ever telling their trademark tales of heartbreak and healing

I love that music saved you, and Lord knows it’s saved me too, but songs never love you back, and you never know the person preaching to you...

“Interrobang” • “Prayers” • “Bury Me”

11: The Hold Steady - Thrashing Thru The Passion

Few frontmen can weave an album’s worth of compelling narratives, yet the Brooklyn band’s Craig Finn finds himself on the seventh The Hold Steady album once again delivering ten more engaging, interlocked tales over his band’s fierce guitar riffs and all-too-catchy choruses

Thanks for listening, thanks for understanding: tequila takeoff, Tecate landing.

“Entitlement Crew” • “Denver Haircut” • “You Did Good Kid”

12: Electric Guest - KIN

Sugary sweet, the third record from the California duo promptly polishes any rough few rough edges they once had to deliver a perfectly slick yet quirkily heartwarming collection of eleven easy-listening songs

I'm like, “this mothafucka might sue me, and that mothafucka might boo me”. I'ma keep on goin' to a better day, all this other bitterness can fade away.

“Dollar” • “I Got the Money” • “More”

13: Billie Eilish - WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO?

Part punk energy without sounding even slightly punk, part emo diary without being a dashboard confessional, the debut record from American teenager Billie Eilish craftily bounces between genres, haunting sounds, and strange stories

If you think I’m pretty, you should see me in a crown. I'm gonna run this nothing town. Watch me make 'em bow one by one by one.

“bad guy” • “my strange addiction” • “you should see me in a crown”

14: The Cat Empire - Stolen Diamonds

The eighth album from Australia’s The Cat Empire is a full-blown dance party packed with catchy, clever songwriting and a room full of drums, horns, strings, keyboards, turntables, and bass

Operator, please, I can’t get out my head. Tell me where I’m going or where I’m being led. Tell me like an order, and order I’ll obey. Maybe I just thought you said, or did I did I hear you say, “We’re going to ([kill a man]) Kilaman-jaro, jaro…”

“KIla” • “Stolen Diamonds” • “Ready Now”

15: Dirty Heads - Super Moon

Co-frontmen Dirty J and Duddy B return to the beach for the seventh Dirty Heads album, borrowing sounds from across their entire discography of acoustic guitars and witty hip-hop to craft a surprisingly delicate record

I'm a flame, I'm a beacon that won't go out. In the dark, in the rain, I'm your lighthouse. When you can't stand the pain, hope you know now, I'll keep you safe, I'm your lighthouse.

“Super Moon” • “Lift Me Up” • “Tender Boy”

16: TENDER - Fear of Falling Asleep

Dark and uninviting, the second album from this London duo is an intimidating but rewarding listen delicately spiced with just enough hooks to keep you trapped in its atmospheric dreams

I’ll be looking for the scent when it goes cold. I’ve been trying to beat the maze with a blindfold on. I’ve been foraging through mud and sticks searching for that power that don’t exist.

“Closer Still” • “Bottled Up” • “Handmade Ego”

17: Logic - Confessions of a Dangerous Mind / Supermarket Soundtrack

Logic returns once again with countless rhymes delivered over his trademark breathless bars, frequently painting an all-too-vivid picture of a famous rapper struggling to comprehend the world around him

All these comments got me lost in my mind; all these thoughts that I'm having are not mine. I always post that I'm having a good time so my life looks perfect online...

“Homicide” • “Don’t Be Afraid to Be Different” • “Lemon Drop”

18: Tyga - Legendary

More than just a collection of hits, the seventh album from the Compton rapper is well-sequenced and effortlessly laced with hook-after-hook for Tyga to deliver his signature obscene lines about things he self-admittedly has too many [sic] of: money, cash, hoes, cars, clothes, flows

Hey, shut the fuck up, bitch, you know who I are. Point blank range, and I'm shootin' for the stars. You niggas subpar and I just raised the bar. You got Rollies on your wrist, this is Chopard. Slide on your block like a fuckin' go-kart, my nigga A&R, still got an AR.

“Haute” • “Lightskin Little Wayne” • “On Me”

19: The Chainsmokers - World War Joy

The third album in three years from Alex Pall and Drew Taggart (and no shortage of guests) is an easy, light collection of ten slick relationship-focused pop songs that find the duo largely eschewing their dance-centric history

You said, "Hey, whatcha doing for the rest of your life?" and I said, "I don't even know what I'm doing tonight". Went from one conversation to your lips on mine.

“The Reaper” • “Family” • “P.S. I Hope You’re Happy”

20: Bear Hands - Fake Tunes

Brooklyn’s Bear Hands returns with another collection of bright, bouncy songs that ever-so-slightly conceal the trio’s underlying sadness and struggles

I don't see how you think you can come to me, and bitch to me, lay out your problems, like ancient history, like I ain't got no other shit to do. I love you, baby, but my lips are turnin' blue.

“Blue Lips” • “Back Seat Driver (Spirit Guide)” • “Mr. Radioactive”

THE BEST ALBUMS OF 2019

Yung Gravy - Sensational

TWICE - &TWICE • Feel Special EP • FANCY YOU EP

Sublime with Rome - Blessings

Bring Me the Horizon - amo

Weezer - Weezer (Black Album)

Big Data - 3.0

blackbear - ANONYMOUS

Denzel Curry - ZUU

DaBaby - KIRK / Baby on Baby

Bayside - Interrobang

The Hold Steady - Thrashing Thru The Passion

Electric Guest - KIN

Billie Eilish - WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO?

The Cat Empire - Stolen Diamonds

Dirty Heads - Super Moon

TENDER - Fear of Falling Asleep

Logic - Confessions of a Dangerous Mind / Supermarket Soundtrack

Tyga - Legendary

The Chainsmokers - World War Joy

Bear Hands - Fake Tunes

#best albums

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Best Served Cold

Summary: Deceit comes to realize that perhaps those with insomnia have the right idea.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15472104

Warnings: Rape, violence, blood, the R slur

Silence reigned over the mindscape, only interrupted by the noise of the AC.

It would be interrupted as well by the soft creaking of the stairs- the kind only caused by pressure, that is- but Remy had long known how to avoid the ever-so-slightly weaker parts of the steps.

Armed with that knowledge, he easily slipped up into the hallway, moving intently towards the completely black door at the end of the hall, gold knob, all topped off with a snake decal that seems to glimmer in the low light.

Remy’s hand landed on the knob and he twisted slowly, cautious- it wasn’t locked. Ha. Of course. Too easy.

He easily slips into the room, shutting the door behind himself and locking it with a soft ‘click’.

There’s more light here- a soft glow that emanates from the strings of fairy lights across the headboard of Deceit’s bed- as well as hanging from the two opposing walls. The digital clock on the side-table reads a bright red 4:13.

Remy slowly takes in the room, scanning the floor to make sure there’s nothing to trip on. Nothing. Though, in the corner, a snake is curled up on the desk, seemingly asleep. That’s a slight kink in the plan, but Remy has a few ideas for making sure the reptile doesn’t wake.

He grins to himself as he slinks across the room, stopping at the side of the bed, his eyes raking down his conquests utterly relaxed form. Good.

Deceit is deep asleep, stretched out on his back, wearing nothing but a sweater and snake-patterned boxers. Remy chuckles under his breath, trailing one hand along Deceit’s thigh, his other hand coming to cup his own half-hard cock through his jeans.

Deceit twitches in his sleep, lips quirking into a slight smile, and Remy huffs another chuckle. ‘Right. You’re ticklish.’

Remy looks up to the fairy lights briefly as he settles a knee onto the bed. Huh. Stars.

Remy turns his gaze down to Deceit, cupping the side of his face, thumb stroking at the edge of his lips.

‘How cute.’ Remy muses aloud, eagerly licking his lips.

Then he’s shifting, sliding down the bed, spreading Deceit’s legs and easily settling between them in one fluid motion.

Remy briefly rakes his eyes over Deceit’s form once more, and with a quick snap of his fingers the Dark Side’s clothes are gone.

Remy smirked, ignoring the way Deceit shifted slightly.

He looks good with some meat on his bones, Remy muses to himself as he reaches to unzip his jeans.

Virgil frowns, pushing open Deceit’s door. ‘Dee?’

He slowly steps into the room, frown deepening slightly as he looks to the bed. It’s empty, the blankets on the floor, sheets mussed and only one of the pillows on the bed itself. Scout sits abandoned amidst the blankets, and Virgil absently picks him up, smoothing down his fur before setting him back on the bed.

He finally looks over to the bathroom, where Lionel is curled up in a ball, staring at the knob. Strange- the python normally curls up in Deceit’s bed while said Side is gone from the room.

The sound of the shower is loud behind the bathroom door- just as it was nearly an hour ago. With that thought, Virgil drifts over, shifting around Lionel and gently rapping his knuckles against the wood of the door.

‘Dee? Are you alright?’ He only raises his voice as much as he has to, hand hesitantly falling to the doorknob.

No response.

Virgil calls again, and once more, there’s no response. He frowns, anxiety steadily rising as he twists the knob. Locked.

‘Dee? Unlock the door?’ No response.

Virgil hates to enter without permission, but this isn’t normal- the bed, Lionel, and the fact that the shower’s been going for an hour. Virgil lived with Deceit since the other Side was created, he knows Deceit doesn’t take hour-long showers- as opposed to Roman.

Virgil doesn’t debate any longer, snapping his fingers, and it only takes a moment before he hears the lock click. He pushes open the door, wincing slightly when he’s met with a thick cloud of steam. Another snap of his fingers, and it’s gone, allowing him his God-given right of clear eyesight once more.

At the cleared air, he steps into the room, eyes scanning the area before falling to the bathtub.

Deceit is curled into a tight ball, arms around his legs, holding them close to his chest, face buried into his knees. He’s shaking horribly, skin an irritated red- Virgil assumes from the water. (Well, that, and scrubbing his skin raw, but.)

Virgil’s eyes widen briefly, and he freezes for a moment before jumping into action, like a rational human or something.

He shuts the door behind himself- making sure Lionel can’t come in and get in the way. The anxious Side is kneeling by the tub within a second, leaning over to quickly turn off the water, not noting or caring that the water splashes onto the arm of his hoodie.

Deceit’s head jolts up at the change, and he looks at Virgil with wide, scared eyes. It’s a look Virgil hasn’t seen on him in a long time, and one he hasn’t missed in the slightest, evidence by the way panic coils in his stomach, chills cascading down his spine.

‘Deceit, Dee, sunbeam, it’s me, it’s me, what- come on, come on.’ Virgil’s rambling that little bit as he slips out of his hoodie, draping it over Deceit’s shoulders and guiding the younger Side to his feet with little difficulty. Deceit is quick to cling to him then, hiding his face in Virgil’s neck the second he can.

Deceit weeps inaudibly against his skin, only noticeable by his hitching breath and little gasps- it occurs to Virgil briefly that the other Side’s shaking wasn’t only fear, and somehow, it makes it that much worse.

Virgil snaps his fingers for the last time, drying Deceit off and clothing him in the same motion. Deceit pays no mind, allowing Virgil to sink to the floor with him, the cool tile a relief against his skin- despite the fact that it’s not actually against his skin.

Virgil’s hand strokes through his hair, the other rubbing his back while the older Side murmurs endearments and reassurances, tone soft; a welcome change after the pounding shower and Deceit’s own sobs.

Deceit doesn’t feel calm by the time his tears dwindle into weak sniffles and hiccups. He doesn’t feel reassured, or like everything’s okay, or going to be okay for that matter. But he does feel safe- he always feels safe with Virgil.

‘What happened, treasure?’ Virgil rocks Deceit the smallest bit, hand still smoothing through the other’s hair, concern lacing his voice.

Deceit shivers at the question, the hair on the back of his neck rising.

Hands, he’d woken up to hands travelling his body, legs forced apart and a blunt, potent discomfort-

He curls further into Virgil, shaking hands grasping onto the anxious Side’s shirt.

The stench of cheap booze and cigarette smoke, invading his lungs and leaving him coughing, alerting Him that he was awake-

‘I- I-’ Deceit gasps for air, phantoms of those scents invading his noise before he turns his face into Virgil’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of the other Side that clings to his shirt.

Virgil doesn’t question again for the moment, instead opting to rock him, hushing him, and Deceit takes in a trembling breath. He doesn’t have to answer; he knows that. That doesn’t mean he won’t, though.

‘H-He, he, he c-came into mm-my r-room- c-c-couldn’t- didn’t- d-didn’t wake u-up until- t-til- til he w-wasss a-already- already- I-I- tr-tried to ffffight- h-he t-tied my hh-handsss-’ Deceit screws his eyes shut, swallowing thickly over the lump in his throat, ‘L-left at- at s-s-sssssix.’

Virgil’s gone still now, near tense against Deceit. He’s just misinterpreting, it’s not- no, that didn’t happen, no, it didn’t, it was just his mind jumping to the worst case scenario, nothing more, nothing more.

‘Dee, i’m sorry but...what do you mean?’ Virgil doesn’t want to ask, and the words seem thick on his tongue.

When he finally left all Deceit could do was curl up into a ball and weep, shaking horribly, skin sticky and release leaking out of him, staining the sheets, the scent of cigarettes and cheap whiskey still tainting the room.

Deceit swallows thickly, nails digging harder into the fabric of Virgil’s shirt.

‘H-he...he t-t...touched m-me,’ Deceit’s stomach turns, ‘A-and...and he...’

He fear if he continues he’ll throw up- not that there’s anything left in his stomach, as he’d done the exact same thing multiple times when he’d finally fled the bed, finding the lingering scent too much, nearly going into hysterics.

Deceit doesn’t have to finish the sentence- Virgil connects the dots. That being said, no single part of him wants to believe what he’s hearing, but he knows when Deceit’s lying- he’s not now. On that note, why would he be?

‘Dee, who?’ Virgil’s trying his best to sound calm, soothing, but Deceit can hear the fury in the older Side’s voice, and he winces slightly.

‘R-R-R-R-’ Deceit can’t manage to force the name past his lips- it chokes him, leaves him shaking that much more, but Virgil easily connects the dots once again.

‘Remy?’ Virgil’s tone is strained, and Deceit can only manage a nod. It’s enough.

Virgil twitches against him, and Deceit briefly fears he’s going to leave right then in a rage, or call bullshit- but all he does is nod, pressing a kiss to Deceit’s head.

‘Alright. I’ll take care of it, Dee, I promise, okay? I’m gonna keep you safe.’ Deceit lets out a breath he wasn’t really aware he’d been holding. He knows once Virgil leaves he’s not going to feel as safe as he does now, but he just allows himself to accept the contact and try to ignore the overwhelming feeling that his body is no longer his own.

Virgil knows he should tell the others what happened outside of sternly dragging Roman aside and ordering him to stay with Deceit while Virgil ‘takes care of something’. Roman confusedly agrees, even more confused by the added, ‘I mean it, do not leave him alone’, but agreeing nonetheless.

He knows.

But as it is, he’s storming down the hall to Remy’s room, dagger clutched in his hand, blood rushing in his ears. He doesn’t know exactly what he’s going to do- all he knows is he can’t kill the fucker. Sadly.

He knocks harshly on the door with his free hand, steadying himself in the moment it takes for a response. He slides his dagger into his pocket.

10 seconds pass- Virgil knows, he’s counting to try and keep his breath-, and then the door swings open.

‘Gurl, I swear you better ha-’ Remy is cut off when arm wraps around his neck, a hand covering his mouth as Virgil backs the figment into his room, kicking the door shut.

He lets go of Remy long enough to reach back and lock it, and Remy gasps for breath, glaring.at Virgil.

‘What the hell Virgil?!’ Remy practically snarls, straightening up quickly and smoothing out his shirt, wiping at his mouth exaggeratedly, scrabbling for his usual prideful aura. He’s not dressed in his normal tacky get-up- Virgil woke him up, then. Not that said Dark Side cared in the slightest.

Virgil thought he’d have a taste to talk, to tell Remy exactly what he’s going to do lest he face the consequences, but just looking at the figment, acting as though he’s done nothing wrong, leaves Virgil seeing red.

He slides his dagger out of his pocket before he can think about it, lifting it and pointing it right at Remy’s chest, eyes dark and movements sharp. Remy loses his confidence quite fast- nothing short of what Virgil expected, to be honest- going completely still, fighting a flinch, his eyes lowering to the weapon before returning to Virgil’s cold gaze.

‘Agaaaiinnn,’ There’s the vaguest tinge of fear to his tone, and it’s almost satisfying. Almost. But it’s drowned by the arrogance still very much present, the whiny quality to the other’s voice.

‘What’s your damage, retard?’ Remy snaps at him, but Virgil recognizes the terror in his eyes- good thing those stupid fucking shades were left lying on the nightstand.

‘I can’t believe you,’ Virgil’s voice is quieter than he’d meant, but he quickly raises it, ‘I- I mean, I knew you were a dirtbag, we all knew that, but to, to- to do that to Dee?’ Virgil practically spits the last part, hands shaking slightly with barely restrained fury.

Remy pauses at the words, processing them almost, and then slowly, he chuckles.

‘Oh- honey.’ Remy laughs, and Virgil physically feels his blood boil, ‘That’s what this is about? Sweetie, he’s deceit, he lies, that’s what he does. He knows he wanted it.’

Virgil growls, biting his lip so hard he feels blood sting his tongue.

He shifts, jerking the dagger forward and dragging, hard enough to cut straight through the fabric of Remy’s shirt, piercing his skin and leaving a red line in its wake, little droplets of blood sliding down the trail.

Remy stiffens, hissing at the pain, simultaneously jolting back and moving forward to grab the dagger. But Virgil is faster- not to mention he anticipated it.

The anxious Side quickly moves forward, grabbing Remy’s shoulder in a vice grip and yanking him forward, pressing him up against the line of Virgil’s body, plunging the blade into the figment without a second thought, just below his navel.

Remy is perfectly still as he cries out, hands grasping at the handle. Virgil smirks grimly- Remy is too wracked with pain to actually be able to pull at the dagger with any force.

Virgil stays that way for a long 5 seconds before pulling back slowly, dragging down purposefully for the ridges to catch, relishing in Remy’s twitches and little pained squeaks and yelps.

Virgil steps back, briefly glancing down to where blood stains his shirt- Deceit still has his hoodie.

Remy is clutching at the wound, blood seeping past his fingers, and it’s such a satisfying sight Virgil is sure he’ll remember it to the day he dies. But he’s not done quite yet.

He extends his arm, curving the dagger harshly over Remy’s shoulder, easily slicing through the figments shirt and into his skin. When Virgil pulls it back, he hums at the nasty-looking cut left behind, blood soaking into the white of Remy’s shirt.

Virgil watches it for a moment, burning the sight into his mind just like the first, before he meets Remy’s slightly glazed, though fearful, eyes, watching impassively as he sinks to his knees.

‘You...’ The word drips with poison and Remy winces, ‘Are going to leave. I couldn’t give any less of a fuck where you go, but you don’t belong here, or with the other Dark Sides. If I find out you went there, i’ll do far, far worse than i’ve just done- this was me being extremely merciful.’

Virgil briefly pauses, ‘Not that you deserve that.’

He impatiently waits for a reply, and when he doesn’t get one, he digs the dagger at the bleeding cut on Remy’s shoulder. Remy flinches harshly, nodding, not speaking- for once.

Virgil nods.

‘Good. The second I step out of this room, I want to see you, and this door gone.’ Virgil waits for another nod, and when he gets it, he turns on his heel, leaving the room and slamming the door behind him.

It takes a solid 15 seconds, and Virgil waits anxiously, but after a moment, the door sinks level with the wall, melting away until there’s nothing left but a solid expanse of wall.

Virgil holds a breath for a long moment before sighing, looking down at the red-stained dagger in his hand, and then his equally stained shirt. Now, the only evidence Remy had even been there.

Well, that, and...

Virgil fights not to curl his lip, snapping the dagger away as he turns and strides down the hall, intent to explain exactly what their no-longer-resident dirtbag had done.

Virgil pauses at the stairs, hand landing on the banister.

After checking on Deceit.

Yeah.

#Sanders Sides #Fics From The Dumpster #Deceit Sanders #Remy Sanders #Sleep Sanders #Virgil Sanders #tw: rape #tw: violence #tw: r slur #Sympathetic Deceit

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Final Call

TW: d e a t h

Prepare to be sadness?

John

I woke up, chained to a post in what seemed to be some sort of room. The few memories I had of the previous night came flooding in. I was at a local bar with my fiancé, Alexander. Alex had left to use the bathroom when a tall, slim man approached me. He began to flirt with me, telling me to follow him. I declined, but he continued to pester me about it. I told him to leave, then feeling something poke my arm. Everything went black.

Now I'm here, chained up to something with some sort of tape covering my mouth. "Ah, so you're finally awake," the same man from last night said, approaching me. I noticed the gun in his hand, eyes widening and attempting to get away. "You can't get rid of me that easily, John, was it?" I nodded slowly, slightly shaking from fear. "Well John, sorry to say but you won't be on this earth much longer." My eyes widened and my face paled. As he walked closer, I attempted to scream, coming out more muffed due to the tape. He laughed slightly, still walking closer. "However, you can make one final call, can't be the police though, as you'd die immediately. So, who'll it be?" He handed me a phone, not being able to reach for it due to the chains. He ripped the tape off my mouth, immediately replacing it with his hand. "Scream, you're dead, try to fight back," he held up the gun, "you're dead." The chains were separated just enough to hold the phone. "Well, you have 30 minutes to make your call, after that, goodbye forever." He left the room. There was a one way mirror, evidently, so he could monitor my call.

I dialed the number into the phone, being answered quickly after two calls. "Hello?" He said.

"H-hi Lex..." my voice was raspy from the screaming.

"John! Where are you? Where'd you go while I was in the bathroom? Oh, you had me so worried. Are you on your way home?" He had worry lacing his voice heavily.

"I— no, I-I won't be c-coming home..."

"W-what do you mean?" He sounded like he was on the verge of tears, while the waterworks had already started on my end.

"This i-is my l-last call, Alexander. I- he's going to..."

"To w-hat?" His voice cracked.

"He... a gun... this is the last call I c-can ever m-make, h-he's gonna k-kill me, Lex. I h-have half an hour left, please u-understand, I'm scared." I could hear him sobbing on the other end, making more tears spill from me. "I l-love you, Alexander. P-please make this last call c-count?"

"I love you so much, John. D-do you know w-who t-took you?"

"L-last night, h-he said his n-name was... Francis, K-kinloch, I th-think. But there's nothing y-you can do, please just m-make this c-count."

"John..."

"Please?"

"O-okay... I l-love you John, please don't leave me you're all that's right about this broken world, John I n-need you! I can't live w-without you..."

"For the time I have left, c-can we think of happy memories?"

"Of c-course, love. Um... h-how about, the proposal?"

"Heh, y-yeah... you could barely get the 'yes' out, w-we we're both crying... I love you, I wish it d-didn't have to e-end this way."

"John, p-please, I n-need you home... I— it's getting worse, the depression... and I don't think I'd be able to go on without you, please j-just come home alive, J-John..."

"I want to... but I-I'm chained up, and h-he'll kill me if I call the police, cherish the last time I have..."

"John," He began sobbing uncontrollably, barely being able to utter a word, "h-how ab-bout that t-time we c-confessed s-sen-ior year? W-we were playing..."

"Apocalypse of the D-Damned, right? A-and you suddenly p-paused the game... t-turning to me... heh, you l-looked so sc-ared."

"I w-was... John, i-imagine if th-that didn't h-ha-happened? W-where'd we be... I knew w-we shouldn't h-have gone t-to that b-bar, we'd both be h-home t-together, I r-recommended it, J-John, it's all my fault! I-I-I shouldn't have left you-"

"Alex t-try to calm down, it's not your f-fault, I'm still alive f-for now, please calm d-down."

"You got 5 minutes, hurry it up," Francis called from outside.

"I-I have f-f-five minutes Lex..." I began to panic, even more tears falling. "N-no! I'm not r-ready to d-d-die, Lex, please please no!" We we're both now sobbing like there's no tomorrow, which there wasn't for me.

"John, I love you, d-don't leave me..."

"I don't want to... these chains! Alexander, help me... I— no, you c-can't I'll die s-s-sooner if you do anything, just wait here w-with me..."

"I w-will... just stay alive, I n-need to see your b-beautiful face o-once more... happy m-memories?"

"H-how about... our one y-year anniversary? We w-went out... to s-some fancy restaurant...we w-went for a long lovely walk i-in the park... that's when I knew for sure I love y-you..." I chuckled sadly, "we d-didn't get much sleep th-that night."

"One minute!" He called from outside the small room.

Alexander seemed to have heard that. "J-John... you d-don't deserve this..."

"N-neither do you, Alex. I w-wish I could stay longer, I don't want to leave you."

We continued to share a few more memories until the door opened. "N-no, not yet, no no no!" I whisper-yelled.

"W-what? No John, stay alive!"

"5" he counted down.

"Tell all our friends I said goodbye, and I love them all in the most platonic way-"

"4" he began to draw his gun.

"Tell my parents I love them-"

"3" he held out the gun.

"I love you more than anything else in this world-"

"John n-no!" Alexander was sobbing uncontrollably along with me.

"2" he pointed it to my head.

"I love you so, so much. Take care of yourself-"

"1"

"I'll see you on the other side, my love. Raise a glass to freedom-"

He pulled the trigger, a bullet entering my skull. I dropped the phone. The last thing I heard was Alex screaming my name, bawling loudly. Everything went black.

Alex

I could hear the gunshot through the phone. I was sobbing even harder than before. "JOHN!" I heard the phone drop to the ground. "NO!" The heavy breathing stopped. Footsteps faded as I heard the door shut. There was no sound. The world had stopped. My world was gone. I was frozen to my seat. The world turned upside down.

I didn't sleep that night.

Or the next.

I had barely moved until I heard my door being opened. "Alex?" It was Eliza, my best friend. I still didn't move. "John?" Just the mention of his name made me break down crying. "Alexander are you alright? Is that you?" She walked into my room, eyes widening at my horrible state. "Alex! What happened? Where's John?"

"G-gone," I muttered between sobs.

"What? Did you break up or something?"

"N-no... he—" I paused, a broken sob escaping my mouth. She sat down next to me, attempting to soothe me by rubbing circles into my back. "H-he's d-d-dead... he was murdered, Eliza! Kidnapped and m-murdered, I can't, he— he's my world, I'm empty I have nothing left..."

She engulfed me in a warm hug in attempt to calm me. She was now crying too. I clutched onto her, sobbing into her shoulder. Her cardigan's shoulder was now wet from tears, but she didn't seem to mind as my shirt also had tear stains.

Eliza came over everyday to check on me. She had apparently told the others, them coming with her one day. I felt like such a burden. She doesn't really care, does she? I had begun to cut again, after being clean for a few years. John helped me cope, but now he's gone. No one else could do what he did. I no longer had a will to live. Sure I cared for others, but there was no emotion left.

Nothing.

No one.

...No more suffering.

I took my depression pills from the bathroom cabinet and went back to my desk with them. I wrote a note for the closest people in my life. The longest one being for Eliza, as she was my best friend. I put them in a neat pile on my desk. I took the glass of water from my desk, emptying pills into my hand. "Raise a glass to freedom..." I swallowed about 10 pills before the world went black and I dropped to the floor. It's only a matter of time, John. It won't be long now.

Eliza

I was heading back to Alex's apartment to check on him again. When I got there, it was oddly quiet. "Alexander?" I walked into his room, noticing a pile of papers. He writing again at least. I walked further in, shocked at the sight. He was blocked by the bed, therefore not seeing him initially. But there he was, Alexander lying on the floor. He looked too pale. I panicked and checked for a pulse. When I felt nothing, I screamed. I noticed the pill bottle in his hand and the shattered glass of water. I started crying uncontrollably. No he can't be dead! "ALEXANDER! WAKE UP! NO, NO NO!" I was panicking even more. I called my girlfriend, Maria. I was hyperventilating.

"Liza? You okay?"

"N-no, Mari, Alex, he-he— dead, p-please come, now!"

"I'm on my w-way."

5 minutes later, she bursted through the door, Laf, Herc and Peggy following closely behind. I was clutching Alexander's lifeless hand while sobbing on the floor. They engulfed me in a hug, all crying. We eventually read the notes, barely being able to finish them.

A week later, we held a funeral for both John and Alex. John was never found. I visited them every week. As Alexander said in his final sentence,"Take your time, I'll see you on the other side"

Alexander and John reunited in the afterlife, staying by each other's sides even then. They were happy again. The others were eventually able to move on, growing old before meeting Alex and John again.

~Fin~

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