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starg1rlie · 10 months

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𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 ㅤㅤPROLOGUE: The Baby | (MLIST)

⟡ rating. slight romance + angst ( adolescent audience )

⟡ summary. ( the re-written version of "better late than never" is finally here! i know some people have asked about it, since i've deleted it but it's BACK NOW!! ) not all fairy tales end in a happily-ever-after. take (Y/N) and ajax for example; they had the love story of a lifetime and yet it's now all water under the bridge. ten years after the two of them split up, it was suggested that (Y/N) spend a summer vacation over in snezhnaya to give their son and the father some time to bond together and enjoy a relaxing break. however, that's easier said than done.

notes. you have no idea how long this post has been sitting in my drafts, oml. hey, yep, this is leo here, formerly known online as tarluscious (or, leo, as my moots know me), here to talk a bit about the remake of this delightful series. ever since i started publishing more and more chapters of this series back when it was still a "fly by the seat of my pants" project, i wasn't happy with the final results. i mean, hell, who's ever happy with the first attempt? and i've been meaning to re-write this series for so long, but i never found the time to. when i took my hiatus a couple of months ago, i was a little sad that i wouldn't get the chance to write BLTN over again. however, my friend, who now runs this blog (hyokkun) with me, suggested that they might re-write it, and we came to a happy conclusion that the both of us should work on this project together. so here we are, with the prologue. yayy. just wanted to say that what this means is, hyokkun has added their own inputs into this series, while i, leo, am the main author of it. so, all that being said, i hope you thoroughly enjoy this re-written version. please note that some things may be different from the last time you've read this series, and that's because changes has been made to fit the new plot accordingly. reblogs and likes are appreciated ! | wc. 1,542 words ( 8,566 characters )

⟡ feat. childe / tartaglia x female! reader ( she / her pronouns are used )

ㅤㅤA cry split through the peaceful silence of the hospital. A baby, swaddled in warm, cuddly blankets had begun wailing, even though he was cradled within the arms of his mother. He kept bawling, even as the mother hummed a lullaby, even as she rocked him back and forth in her arms, even as she cupped one side of his delicate face and whispered 'It's going to be okay' over and over again.

ㅤㅤA new wave of sickness passed over (Y/N) as she stared down at her stomach, imagining what it would be like bigger, pondering over the process it takes for a baby to develop within her. It both simultaneously intrigued and terrfied her. She couldn't imagine popping out a baby from her unmentionables, let alone having it stuck in her womb for months. Yet as she began to wonder, a new question came into light: would she give up this baby? Could she?

ㅤㅤPeople say that you don't really have a choice when you're young; no one's capable of raising a child when they're barely just a young adult, and yet, she could name a few people she knew right off the bat who were doing just fine with parenting. But the real question was if she was ready for this. Be it ready to give it up or ready to endure the consequences, it didn't matter. She just had to know for sure if she was ready.

ㅤㅤShe still remembered the conversation that had went down only a few weeks ago. She refers to it as a 'discussion', but really, it was a full-out argument....A migraine had formed underneath her temple and had buried its heels in deep, causing a resonating pounding to echo within her head, messing with her already tangled up thoughts. And yet, that day's memories remained untouched. If anything, it was tugged free of the mess and pulled into the light.

ㅤㅤ"What the fuck? What the fuck?"

ㅤㅤ"Saying 'what the fuck' over and over again isn't going to make the situation anymore better than it already is, Ajax," (Y/N) interrupted, breathing out a slightly exasperated sigh. She'd been scared out of mind about telling her boyfriend about the news and this was exactly why: he'd take it badly. He always took life-changing news badly, unless it involved travelling, free food, or money. She'd grown used to his childish behaviour ever since the two started going out, but right now was not the time to act like a child.

ㅤㅤ"Then what will make this better? Huh? Please elaborate on that for me," Ajax replied sarcastically, throwing his hands up in the air. He'd been pacing for the past five minutes since (Y/N) had spilled the beans about her pregnancy. Anymore pacing and he'd pace a trench right through their apartment floor. "Because I really don't understand how anything can make this better."

ㅤㅤ"Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that you're going to be a father? Haven't you been going on and on about wanting to have a son one day?" (Y/N) retorted, patience fizzling.

ㅤㅤ"When I'm thirty, not twenty-four!"

ㅤㅤ"What's a few years early? If anything, you'd get your dream quicker," she mumbled under her breath, absentmindedly flipping through the channels on the cable.

ㅤㅤAjax leapt forward and snatched the remote out of her hands, slamming it roughly onto the glossy surface of their coffee table, one that he'd insisted he put together himself, even though the table had come from IKEA, and he knew nothing on how to read instructions in Swedish. That little memory caused a tiny pang to go through her heart, enough to make it ache just a little bit. Please, she prayed, please let us get through this together.

ㅤㅤ"You're not listening! Do you honestly think that I'm ready for this? That you're ready for this? We're still in college for God's sake, do you expect us to be whizzes at parenthood?"

ㅤㅤ(Y/N) barely managed to withhold a snort at his sarcasm, but politely shook her head. She knew deep down inside that she wasn't ready to be a mother, let alone have a child at such a young age. What would her friends think? What would her parents think?

ㅤㅤ"What, then, I 'spose you expect us to waltz right in and get comfortable in our positions as parents, right? We'll be fine, so long as we manage to balance a baby into our already hectic and crazy lives, right? Just plop it right in between work and college and paying bills, hm?"

ㅤㅤ"Right," she repeated.

ㅤㅤAjax paused his pacing for a moment. "Do you understand the concept of sarcasm?" he asked incredulously.

ㅤㅤ(Y/N) went silent, seemingly contemplating whether she'd been too hasty to cast in her answer earlier.

ㅤㅤ"Whatever. It doesn't matter." His jaw tensed and for a moment, he looked as though he might punch something. Not (Y/N), heavens no, but something. Possibly the fridge (poor thing; it never did anything to deserve this sort of abuse). "What matters is that you're pregnant and we're still in college. We're students, we can barely make it past out deadlines, let alone manage a child." He sounded almost tired, and for the first time in a while, she just now noticed the bags under his eyes, and the tired croak to his voice, taking the place of the usual charming lilt he normally had. How many times had she come home from her part-time job at the laundromat to see him passed out on the exact same coffee table they were currently in front of, drooling all over his calculus homework? How many times had she come back from her lectures to find a pristine sink and an empty fridge? Ajax was incredibly vain and conscious about his self-image, that he took great lengths to make himself look presentable each day. But ever since his senior year in college started, his schedue started going downhill and he never had the time to do any of the things he normally did to take care of his body. He hadn't eaten proper food for days, and has been liviing off of coffee (and her fancy vanilla oatmilk creamer) and Doritos for God knows how long.

ㅤㅤ"What are we going to do?" (Y/N) asked finally, voice timid and quiet, as if anything louder might break the fragility of this scene.

ㅤㅤWhen Ajax looked up, she had expected his face to be sad, almost regretful for saying such things about the situation, but instead she found his gaze hard and penetrating, almost menacing. "We can't look after a baby right now, (Y/N), you know that."

ㅤㅤAnd the truth was, she did know it. She just chose not to believe it. But the way he worded it, the way he said it, seemed to hint at something. Something that made waves of nausea roll through the pits of her stomach.

ㅤㅤ"You're not suggesting...."

ㅤㅤ"An abortion," Ajax finished quietly, gaze trained on a coffee stain on the carpet.

ㅤㅤ"Ajax, no. No. We can't give the baby up before we've even tried. That's just cruel. This is your child, possibly the son you said you wanted, and you're just going to throw him away? Let him die before he gets a chance to play on a soccer team, like you did? Before he even gets a chance to see the two people who made him?" Your voice broke at those last few words and before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face in thick, wet trails. "You might be giving up on him, but I'm never letting go."

ㅤㅤAjax inhaled sharply, air hissing through clenched teeth as he breathed out. "We aren't ready for this, (Y/N)."

ㅤㅤ She knew he was right. She knew it in her heart and in her brain. But some part of her wanted to keep this unborn baby that was developing within her stomach right now. Some part of her wanted to know the happiness of being a parent, a mother.

ㅤㅤShe didn't want to follow through with this. She didn't want to let the baby die. And yet...

ㅤㅤ"Miss (L/N)? You can come in now. Dr. Li's ready for you," a voice called, interrupting (Y/N)'s train of thought. She looked up, one hand resting on her tummy, the other clenched around a cell phone. The screen was still on, a barrage of messages (most likely from her family and friends) lighting up the screen with soft 'pings'.

ㅤㅤShe breathed in deeply, exhaling slowly, a breathing trick she'd learned from online to calm her nerves down.

ㅤㅤFinally, she spoke.

ㅤㅤ"Ah, sorry. I'm afraid I've changed my mind. If it's alright with you, I'll be canceling my appointment."

ㅤㅤThe nurse hesitated for a moment before nodding along. She obviously was not paid enough to barge into patients' lives, so she (wisely) kept her nose in her own business. "Of course, miss. I'll let him know you'll be leaving. Have a lovely rest of your day."

ㅤㅤ(Y/N) nodded along before waddling out of the waiting room, feeling giddy and deliriously light from the weight that had just been lifted from her shoulders. Ajax would be upset over this, yes, but it would be worth it. She could feel it in her bones.

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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years

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HEYYYYY LOVE!!!! I hope you’re doing well. I don’t k ow if your taking request at the moment but I was hoping to give you the idea of like a Grace parallel and what I mean by that basically is tommy x daughter! Reader where like Tommy’s and graces relationship, y/n would be like in school or simply waking down the streets of small heath and she meets this boy who is taken with her and they grow to like eachother and stuff, you could chooses if tommy knows abt them or he finds out later (after the love interest betrayal) and then y/n finds out that he’s the the son of Luca, Alice, or one of sabinis men and was tasked at cuddling up to “the tommy Shelby’s daughter” and hoping to get info on her. Y/n finding out being absolutely crushed, tommy finds out either through a meeting with the love intrests fathers (Luca, Allie, or Sabini) boasting abt their son tricking his daughter or whatever, tommy absolutely fucking livid, finds y/n bawling her eyes out, tommy can’t help but think of Grace while he comforts his girl. And BTW the love interest has feeling for y/n and feels horrible for what he did so he definitely grovels up to you to decide if y/n gets back together with him or not

Dear Anon,

Sorry this took forever. I have no idea what the quality is with my current mental state. It's pretty angsty, more Lizzie x Tommy than I thought there would be but once I start with them I can't help myself.

Warnings: Heart break, peaky typical violence & themes, abandonment from a parent, learning to accept a new potential parent, underage drinking, soft comfort dad Tommy

I really hope you like it <3

Looking up from the pages of your book to sneak a look one last time, you realized the boy's eyes were locked on to you. A blush covered your cheeks and you looked back at your book in embarrassment. You said a silent prayer that he would just move along, and take no notice. But he moved across the busy street to where you were sitting.

Being surrounded by strong men your whole life, combined with your mind always being tucked away in various novels, gave you very high expectations as to how men should act around you. This being said it was rare that someone would be able to earn a double take or a moment's glance.

An odd feeling washed over you as you saw him coming toward you. He had a sense of confidence that radiated into his gaze making it feel almost predatory. Like he was sizing you up to see how much of a challenge you were going to be.

You kept these feelings at the front of your mind all too aware of what consequences the world suffferes at the hands of weak men. Either he had the brains and awareness to back up his seemingly confident nature, or he was just arrogant and you would climb the steps into the betting shop and forget about him altogether.

“Good morning,” He said with a bright smile.

“Morning.” You smiled tensely.

“What are you reading ?” He nodded to the book in your lap and lit a cigarette. You watch how he easily leaned against the railing. Looking down at you with big brown eyes.

His questions started and he eventually took a seat next to you on the steps. An hour or so passed by and you were enamored by the challenge his conversations brought you. Gave you a chance to execute your opinions and be to be awarded praise for it brought a thick blush to your cheeks.

“Can I ask you out for dinner later?” He asked you, the was a boyish nervousness that put you at ease over the situation, you paused thinking about what you would say to your father. “If not a date, then as an opportunity to finish this conversation.”

“Well for the sake of pushing the augment further… I could make some time tonight.”

“Busy schedule then? Hope I’m not taking you away from a lover?”

You only responded with a laugh that earned you another charming smile.

“I’m Leonardo by the way.” He held out his hand and you shook it, giving him your first name.

“Pleasure to meet you.” He kept hold of your hand placing a kiss on the back of your hand. Redness seemed to be permanently etched onto the skin of your cheeks at this point. He only looked at you in adoration before taking a step onto the street.

“Meet me at the Stag & Hound around 7?”

“I’ll try to make it -” You were about to explain that it might not be possible for you to get approval that late in the evening. Not to mention that pub was outside of the usual Peaky-owned area. Just a bit out of bounds.

“I understand” He gave you a nod and walked down the street. Conflict rose over your body and you thought about your family, they’d done much, much, much worse than sneaking out for a date by your age. What harm could be done? It was a public place, it wouldn't be too late….

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One date turned into many, and it wasn't long before he’d kissed you. Down by the cut, the moon shone brightly above the two of you. He’d slipped a necklace around your neck, wanting to give you something that said you were his. It was a silver locket with a small purple flower inside. Same flowers you’d pointed out on your first date.

The attention to detail made your heart pound. You kissed him till you didn't feel like kissing anymore. You’d snuck back into your makeshift bedroom at Watery lane. All thoughts of longing for your proper room at Arrow house were pushed from your mind. Thoughts were swirling in your head about Leo.

Once you’d gotten washed up for bed you laid there looking at the peeling wallpaper on the ceiling. This room used to be your father's, he insisted you take it while he stayed in the apartment next to this one.

Putting space between you and Lizzie.

You sighed knowing that eventually, you would have to endure the pain her presence brought you. She wasn’t what you wanted in a mother, well, you really just wanted your mother or no mother at all.

She was long gone, a space that was vacant was easier to ignore. Your father provided you everything you needed, and if there were things a girl would only want to ask her mother, you went to Polly. Seeing your mother's place at the table filled with someone else, just made you have to realize all over again that it wasn't enough for her.

How long would it be before Lizzie understood them? Saw the flaws and difficulties your father possessed. She would learn, she was smart enough, so there was no point in getting attached.

If anything you were slightly grateful that it had put enough space between you and your father’s watchful eyes. Gave you a chance to take your relationship with Leo at your own pace.

You didn’t sleep at all that night. Kept up by the conflict of your family, you suddenly realized that you had dodged all of Leo’s questions about them.

Politics, history, mostly books - but never family. You were enjoying the separation from your last name, just a girl getting to know a boy. Nothing complicated about it, you tried to think of a way to learn more about his family without giving yours up.

Suddenly a worry grew in your stomach, what if all this was too good to be true?

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Your thoughts haunted you, weighing heavily on your shoulders. You sat eating toast with Polly at the table.

“I was thinking of planning an outing on Friday? All the ladies out for an evening.” Polly commented pulling you away from watching the milk swirl in your cup of tea.

“All of the ladies including Lizzie?” You sighed, tired of the feelings wrapped in your mind. You weren't angry at anyone, not anyone but yourself.

“I know its difficult, but you should give her a chance - We can -”

“I can’t talk about this right now.” Tears prickled in your eyes and you quickly went out the front door. Cold air encompasses you helping you come back to reality. You would pay for walking out on Polly like that later. You decided that going for a walk was worth it.

Your feet carried you well out of peaky territory, looking around you started to realize you’d never been around this part of the city before. You saw a cafe and went in for a coffee hoping they would have a phone you could use. You decided you’d call Esme, knowing she would be able to pick you up and give you advice. It was a small shop, practically empty which struck you as odd. Mid-morning places like this were normally packed. Men were sitting around a round table at the back of the deli and you approached the counter.

“Morning, A coffee please.” You placed a coin into the man's hand and he gave you a nod.

“He’s taking his time. Says she’s flighty.” One of the men spoke in a hushed voice.

“Well, we haven't got forever eh? Need to get as much information about the Shelbys as possible. Not a lot of time left before we have to strike.”

You realized that it was best to not ask to use the phone.

“Well, I still don’t know what a teenage girl would know about such things anyway? All this is just a grand scheme to get the boy laid.” Another man piped up.

“With a gypsy whore? Disgusting, don’t know why you hate your child.” A slapping sound rang out and you resisted the urge to run away.

You took the paper cup and exited the cafe trying to look as normal as possible. Once out of view from the shop window you ran as fast, dodging cars, prams, and old ladies. You dropped your coffee into the hands of a sad-looking man sitting on a street corner. Happy the hot liquid was no longer slowing you down.

You got in the door and slammed the door shut. Twisting the many cold locks with your fingers. You knew that you needed to move up to your room, try to hide all this away. But your lungs had already collapsed, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your sobs choked you as you realized what had happened.

Your happy escape had been a trap the whole time. He never cared about you. How stupid could you be, people didn't like you. Let alone love you. You were complicated, needy, and too loud. Your own mother left you abandoned, how on earth did you forget that people naturally disliked you? They would stay until you slipped up too much, got too comfortable, or said too much. Just like her they would pack up and leave.

Hands found you patting over your body trying to see if you were hurt.

You didn't have enough sense to realize the person gripping your arms telling you to breathe was Lizzie.

Her pale fingers pressed against the top of your chest, her other hand holding your arm. She pushed into your chest telling you when to breathe eventually helping you stop hyperventilating. You wanted to push her away, but your arms were heavy, her embrace to inviting to fight.

“Whatever happened we can fix it yeah?” She looked into your eyes and you nodded like a frightened child. She guided you up the stairs to the kitchen. She pulled a blanket from the couch and tucked it around your shoulders placing a glass of whiskey in front of you.

You were slowly coming back, aware enough to give her a suspicious look.

“You're in shock, it will help.” She nodded at the glass and you tried to shoot it back, coughing at the way it burned.

“Now tell me what this boy did and we can decide if it's worth telling your father”

“How do you know it's a boy” you sniffled.

“You only cry like that when your hearts breaking, plus you've got hickeys covering your neck.” You fought the urge to puke knowing who put them there.

“Leo- I was at a cafe, he - god they just wanted information about dad. He -” You started crying again and Lizzie made her choice moving towards the phone. Your sobs prevented you from listening to what she’d said. Her arms found your shoulders and you were grateful for the comfort she tried to give you.

Knowing you were undeserving of her kindness brought on a fresh wave of hot guilt. Your father tore through the house and she gave him a strange look as he approached. His composure softened slightly.

Lizzie got up and met him in the doorway.

“She’s just got her heart broken for the first time, be soft with her. Softer than you were with me.” She patted his shoulder before moving to another part of the house.

Suddenly you wondered what she meant by that comment. You thought to ask about it later, everything was pushed from your mind as your father's eyes met your eyes.

Shame swallowed you up and you tried not to cry again. His arms came around you and you leaned against him, desperate to be protected by his presence.

“I swear I didn't know. I - tried to be careful. I never talked about any of you. I never even told him my last name. Just books and history - stuff like that.”

“Mhmm” He listened waiting for you to get it all out.

“Polly wanted me to spend time with Lizzie I got angry. Wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Stopped into a deli to get coffee - was going to call for a ride home.” You whispered into his shirt collar, unable to raise your voice. “There were men there, talking about how I was flighty. Gypsy Whore - how Leo had to take his time with me.” Tommy’s arms tightened around you enough to crush you.

“I swear I didn't tell him anything.”

“What did you give him?” His voice was dark and had a tone you didn't understand.

“I-I” You stuttered not understanding his question. Until the realization hit you. “We- didn’t erm- didn’t give him that.” Your throat was uncomfortably tight with discomfort. Tommy let out a sigh.

“But he put his hands on you.” you felt his fingers brush the skin of your neck and you leaned over his arm to puke onto the kitchen floor.

“Fuck” He sighed, holding your hair back.

“Just - calm down.” He soothed at the tears returned. “I’ll handle this yeah?”

You nodded against his chest for a moment.

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Anger pulsed through his veins as his daughter sat half curled into his arms on a kitchen bench. Neck marked up by a boy - a soon-to-be-dead boy.

He held her as she cried resisting the pull of old memories pooling in his own stomach. Without his consent, her face made its way into the center of his mind. Grace.

He hated that his daughter had to know this pain all on top of the constant nagging pain he knew followed her around. The pain of being born to a person who didn't want you.

But he wanted her, more than anything in his life. Anything he could dream up the only thing he wanted was her happiness. Reason for keeping Lizzie hidden away for so long.

“Your mother. She’d sold the family out, got the whole family locked up for a year.” He cleared his throat. “Left us for an American.”

He watched her stiffen, raise her head to look him in the eyes, unbelieving. Seeing her hurt even more caused all his own pain to unravel as if these events were happening again in front of him. She knew Grace had left but not the extent of the damage she had created for the family.

“Doesn't matter though, because we did everything right, eh? Loved these people the best we could. They made their choices because they are troubled people.” He watched her try to grapple with the concept.

“Nothings wrong with you, they were just caught up in their own shite. In too deep to see how extraordinary you are. Pray for them, eh? The best thing in the world was in their hands and they fucked it all up.” His words hit her hard and she leaned into his chest with a different type of tears sliding down her face.

The pain he didn't know she felt. When Grace left she was only 4 years old. He figured she’d moved on knowing that his family loved her. He remembered sleeping next to her that whole year. Listening to her cry out for her mother, Polly, and the family. How Polly refused to let her go for hours once released as if she had your cries ringing in her ears the whole time she was locked up. How you managed to keep the family around, he knew you were the reason they had forgiven him. Suddenly the issue with Lizzie took on a whole new light.

“Can I leave you here with Lizzie while I go sort this?”

“Erm- yeah.”

“She cares for you.” He said and she nodded, but he could tell she wasn't sure about the situation. Expect nothing and never be disappointed. Something he would have to handle later.

He got up placing a kiss to the top of her head and carefully avoided the puke on the floor.

He found Lizzie sitting on the bottom step of the staircase smoking a cigarette. She looked up at him and his heart lurched at how lucky he was to have the two of them.

“Please stay with her. If anything happens to her -”

“I can handle it, Tommy.” She said quickly. He handed her a gun from his coat pocket.

“I’ll send Polly and the girls' ‘round. Going to go get the boys gathered up.”

“Be careful.”

“Always am.” He leaned down and gave her a kiss. Wishing more than anything he had more time to talk to the two of them. Clear up whatever mess Grace had hanging over his daughter's head.

He stepped out the front door and let the pure hatred and rage finally radiate through him.

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Lizzie came up as you tried to clean up the mess you’d made on the floor. She helped you and made you some toast, insisting it would help your stomach settle.

You sat across from her and finally started to ask the questions that had been nagging at you.

“What are your intentions with my dad?” You asked as seriously as you could with your face swollen and a thick voice raw from crying.

“That’s a good question.” You watched her think on it for a few moments. “I’ve known him a long time. Fell for him once when we were younger. I suppose - ”

“He broke your heart.”

“A few times.”

“Why do you come back to him then?”

“The bastard always finds a way of making things alright again.” Her eyes turned apologetic when she realized what she’d said.

“You want to stay with him?”

“He’s your dad before he’ll be my anything.” She said seriously.

“I’ve got a temper. I don't handle things easily.” She gave you a questioning look. “My room gets messy and I won’t let the maids clean it. I didn't like the roast you made.”

“No roast, I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I understand if these are deal breakers. It’s not an easy house to live in.” You looked at her to observe her reaction.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. Things like that aren't enough to send me away.” She said softly.

“I like you a lot, but if you leave.” You shook your head trying to prevent more tears from spilling.

“Not going to leave, unless you want me gone.” She reached across the table and squeezed your hand. Just then you heard the front door open and Lizzie moved to the entry of the kitchen with a gun in hand. You realized then that she was properly invested in you. Enough to potentially shoot someone to keep you safe.

Polly made an appearance and Lizzie let out a long breath of relief. She didn't waste time saying anything, just pushed past her to tackle you into an embrace. Her tears made her chest heave.

“I'm okay.” You choked about before crying again.

Ada started on dinner while Esme poured herself a glass of whiskey. Looking at you with frightened eyes.

“God I almost had a heart attack. Made it sound like the boy had beaten you.” She shot back the liquid and Polly made a cross-motion over her chest.

“Well, before it all went tits up, was he any good?” Esme asked you causing Ada to throw a stale dinner roll at her head in outrage.

“Girls just got her heart broken, almost died and you're concerned with the quality of lovemaking!” Ada swore at her but Esme only laughed.

“What! Look at her!” She gestured to you throwing the bun back at Ada. “First of many my darling don’t get hung up on it.”

“God that’s the truth,” Polly said running a hand through your tangled hair.

“New rule you want to date someone he needs to meet us, yeah?” You nodded knowing that was the best option.

“But don’t worry, we won’t tell your da till your ready. Want her to get some action before she’d married off.”

“Esme! Jesus! No one's marrying her off.” Ada stressed.

“Oi, honest assumption. You lot had me married off.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Being subjected to your attitude problem and the never-ending nonsense the rest of you cook up?” She laughed and grabbed your hand. “Never.”

“This is nice being all together,” Lizzie said placing a bottle of wine on the table.

You looked at Lizzie and gave her a smile. They let you stay up with them, drinking wine and hearing all the tales of lost love and betrayal that they had experienced. Eventually, everyone was tired, and you were certainly starting to feel the sleepless nights creeping in on you.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Lizzie told you and they all laughed as you struggled to stand up. You and Lizzie walked next door and she watched you flop down on their bed. The necklace thumped against your chest and you realized you’d forgotten to take it off.

You sat up, head spinning trying to undo the necklace. Lizzie quickly helped you, then untied your shoes, and you laid next to her. Giggling about various stories, you attempted to explain exactly how much it meant to love someone the size of the moon. Your hand not leaving her stomach.

“Lizzie?” Your father's voice rang out and the sound of the front door closed.

“Just pretend to be asleep.” She whispered as she got up and went out to the living room, shutting the door behind her.

“Are you alright?” You heard her ask softly.

“Everything sorted. Boys all came home.” His voice was cold and it contrasted harshly against the warm tone of the late evening. “How is she.?”

“Don’t be mad -” Lizzie started.

“What the fuck-”

“She had a bit to drink - Not her fault, she was just enjoying all of us and Polly was there and Esme kept pouring her glasses. Said she was trying to get her started enough to fall asleep without remembering what happened. I didn’t think it was my place-” She rambled on but you heard your father chuckle. “Really don’t be mad with her, it’s my fault.”

“Tonight is an exception. After that, it's as much your place as anyone. Don’t want her to drink like I used to.” You heard him let out a loud sigh.

“She’s very smart.” Lizzie mused. “Just spent the last 45 minutes next to me trying to explain the solar system and the moon’s relevance in something or other. What it actually means to love someone the size of the moon.”

“She’s the best of us. Can’t believe - fuck.”

“Hey, she promised. The next boy has to meet us before taking her out.”

“No, no more boys ever again. Not enough security checks in the world.” You heard the strain in his voice and hated the pain you had caused him. You slipped out of the bedroom, against Lizzies warning look to sit on the floor next to his leg. Resting your head against his knee. His hand found its way to the top of your head.

“No drinking and no boys.” He said absently looking at the ceiling.

“Well, what about men then?” You said cheekily the wine removing all common sense. His face twisted up and Lizzie let out a loud laugh. “I’m joking! Joking!” You felt him relax next to you.

You used to sit like this when you were little, no living room was ever big enough for all your family. You never had a problem with the floor. Lizzie sat tucked into his side and you enjoyed her presence. Someone to laugh at your cheekiness. You thought of her attempts to keep you safe, from a potential intruder and from your father’s anger.

“Lizzie. Have you-?” you mumbled, happiness swelling in your chest.

“Uh-” She responded awkwardly falling under your father’s gaze. You suddenly realized that this may not have been what she’d wanted. You tried to think of something to save her.

“Polly’s -hmm - erm - We’re going to have a baby.” She fumbled but looked at him in a way that you hoped you’d experience with another person one day. His hand ran across her stomach.

“Going to name her Ruby -” You let out a yawn. Self-aware enough to let them have a moment. You got up on shaky legs, enjoying the way your mind swayed. How easily words could fall from your lips.

“Love all three of you.” You kissed their cheeks before making your way to the second bedroom.

You thought about thinking of all the twists and turns of the day, of your whole life, but decided to just enjoy the warmth in your bones and the relaxed state of your body.

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“BREAKFAST IS READY!” John’s voice rang out and it felt like a gunshot tearing through your brain.

“John! She’s been through enough!” Esme scolded. Suddenly the night's events caught up with you. Everything with Leo, how everyone tried to cheer you up, Polly realizing Lizzie was pregnant. You pinched the bridge of your nose.

Esme opened the door and let out a soft laugh. She helped get you out the door, stepping onto the street she handed you her sunglasses. You looked around sight landing on an unexpected face.

“Hey! Wait I just want to -” He backed off with his hands up and you realized that Esme had pulled a dagger from… somewhere?

“Look, just stay away? Alright.” You said reasonably, keeping as much dignity as you could.

“I didn’t want to - alright they made me - and God I really like you. Please just.”

“If you’d really liked me you would have gone to my father. Tried to protect me, and yourself.” You said calmly wondering how you were managing to make it up as you went along. “Your family tried to kill mine. I don't think it’s an issue we can work on.”

You watched his world crumble and fall apart. You knew that it wouldn't last that long, things would pass.

“Good luck.” You said to him before walking with Esme close to your side. You made it in the door. It wasn't hard to push down the tears watching your family start to tease you over the hangover you had. You sat next to Lizzie placing your head on her shoulder.

Polly soon appeared with a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of tea. You looked at the feast laid out on the table and were eternally grateful for something easy to eat.

“Back at the start here, I want to thank all of you for all your hard work, every step of the way. Look at where we are now.” Your father paused for a moment. “Lizzie’s expecting.” There was a mess of hollering, and you realized that wasn't the only bit of news. A ring was on her finger. “Planning a wedding in the spring.”

You weren't ready for excitement so you just kept hold of her arm, hoping it was enough.

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Her and Lizzie bonded over the wedding planning. You realized how much she cared about your opinions. Letting you read to the baby in her stomach before bed each night.

Tommy kept a closer eye on her, asking her about her school friends. Forever afraid of the conversations they would have to have before the next boy came along.

He was grateful for the family around her. He wasn't hurt by the ever-growing list of inside jokes and constant laughter that filled his house. His girls got along, and you had a mum that wanted to give you the world.

Ruby was born and it was three against one, but he didn't mind all that much. Lots of pink, lots of crying and feelings. More love than he could have imagined. The way they all wanted to sit with him. Listening to you go on about your school drama while Ruby was content resting on his shoulder. Lizzie was next to him offering wisdom he didn't understand.

No matter how late he came home, Lizzie would wake up insisting on taking some attention for herself.

Eventually, the time came. A boy entered her world again. It was painful to watch her have to learn how to trust. Endless fights and attempts to push him away made Tommy’s head spin. But he had to give it to the kid. He never let her go to bed upset. Calling on the phone for hours trying to make it right. Sneaking in through her balcony door like he wouldn’t notice. Listening to the boy reason with her, and how much he cared. Tommy made a point of not publicly liking him. Wanted to make it hard on the kid, make sure he knew he would have to work hard his whole life. Ensure his daughter was treated well.

She was because he was a good guy? Or because he knew that Esme told him that they would collectively dismember him under a full moon, saying she’d cast a spell that would cause his skin to peel off if he ever endangered her, he wasn't sure. But he didn't care.

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idy-ll-ique · 2 years

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placid (part 2)

temperamental (part 1)

pairing: ceo!bucky barnes x f!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

warnings: smut

requested: nope

word count: ~3.4k

summary: "option one- i leave my job and we continue dating. option two- i keep working with you but we have to break up." office romances aren't that easy...

author's note: hiya peeps! yes, i am working on the doctor strange fic as i said but i'm not finding the inspiration to finish it so in the meanwhile, have this! enjoy!

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"Everyday?"

"Yes, every single day! And he doesn't get coffee for anyone else— just her."

"What the fuck? That is favouritism! Or are they dating or something?"

"Dating? Them? Bah! He's the CEO, why would he want to go out with her?"

"You're right."

Y/N patiently sat in the bathroom stall, listening to the ladies who were having the absurd conversation outside. Once their voices started dwindling, Y/N opened the door and stepped out, smoothing down her skirt. It had been a little over 2 months since she started dating Bucky, her boss, and he still got coffee for her everyday. It was a nice little tradition between them which she adored, and so did he. But some people, who had nothing to nitpick on, had started talking.

Was it finally time to put this tradition to rest? After staring at herself for a few seconds in the mirror, she left the bathroom. Y/N clutched her chest; why did her heart feel so heavy all of a sudden? Shaking her head, she returned to her desk. "Hi babe, what's up?" Snapping out of her thoughts, she looked at her friend, Lauren. "It's nothing." Even Lauren didn't know the truth. "Hm, okay then…" Lauren mumbled, still a little unsure. Y/N glanced at the door to Bucky's office.

The hours passed by in a breeze. She had a few meetings to attend that day, and all eyes were on her during the meetings. People gossiped right in front of her; had they no shame? By the end of the day, Y/N wanted to sit in a corner and bawl. Were they right? Maybe she wasn't supposed to date him… He was way out of her league, after all. "Bye, Y/N!" She waved as Lauren walked out, the last person to do so. "Sweetie?" She looked up again and saw Bucky standing in front of her, smiling widely. Her heart clenched even more; she didn't want to see him.

"Hello, Mr Barnes."

"Ready to go home?" He frowned when she shook her head. "I, uh, I have some work to do, actually, I'll— I'll see you later…" Bucky blinked. He was the only one who assigned any kind of work to her, and to his knowledge, she was done with all the work that had been given to her. "What work? Who else is giving you work?" Y/N bit her tongue in remembrance. Fuck! "I— I—" Bucky knelt in front of her chair, looking up at her. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" At his candy-like tone, tears threatened to form in her eyes.

"Just feeling a little down today, that's all…"

If she wasn't able to lie, she could at least cover up the truth. Bucky crooned and reached up to cup her cheeks, pulling her in for a kiss. "Come to my house tonight, I'll cook dinner for us. Bring your pajamas too, pack a bag." She gave him a small smile and he stood up, pulling her up as well. Hand-in-hand, they walked to the parking lot. Bucky stopped in front of her car. "I'll see you in the evening then, Mr Barnes." She still felt a little weird about calling him by his name, and he didn't push her either.

"Of course, buttercup." The two parted ways. At home, the first thing she did was pack a bag which contained her pajamas, some of her skincare stuff, and another set of clothes to change into the next morning. Then she sat on the couch in the living room, sighing deeply. Perhaps it was time… Y/N had been thinking about it for a few days. Maybe she could leave her job. Or if he forbade that, they could end their relationship, no matter how much they liked each other.

For her, it wasn't fair. If they worked together and kept dating, the rumours would never end, but if they revealed their relationship to the world then their reputation would be tarnished. She seduced him! He plays favourites! She didn't want that at all. With her mind set, Y/N checked the clock and got up to leave.

"She'll be here any minute," Bucky told himself, checking his watch. He'd prepared a delicious dinner for her, all by himself, all the dishes she liked. Something was bothering her he could tell, and he felt bad because he didn't know what. As her boyfriend, it was his duty to keep his girlfriend happy at all times, come what may. The doorbell rang and Bucky hurried towards the door, opening it with a big smile. There stood his darling. "Hi," she greeted him softly as he pulled her into a hug.

Bucky gave her a kiss on the top of her head. "Hello, my love! Come in, dinner is ready! Oh, dear, lunch was so long ago, you must be so hungry, you poor thing—" Y/N laughed at his doting behaviour. "If people from the office were here right now they'd have a heart attack seeing you so… fluffy." Bucky scoffed, leading her to the dining room. "Why would they even be here? This is our private time, just for us, no one else." Y/N smiled as she sat on a chair. Bucky took a seat across from her.

Y/N had to admit, dinner tasted amazing. Bucky was a good chef. "You cook so well, Mr Barnes, I'm impressed," she giggled as they took all the empty dishes to the kitchen. He bent forward and kissed her cheek. "I'll cook everyday from now on, just for you." She gasped and smacked his shoulder. "I'm not coming over everyday!" Bucky whirled around with a pouty face. "No?" Y/N sighed and walked forward, patting his shoulder. "I'll still see you at work everyday…"

If I decide to stay and end our relationship.

"That's not enough! I don't get to kiss you and hug you and coddle you at work! It ain't fair!" he whined. "Bucky! Stop whining, what are you, a child?" Y/N laughed at his childish ways but he paused, blinking at her before a smirk appeared on his face. "You said Bucky," he spoke gleefully, "Finally!" She gasped and covered her mouth, shaking her head. "No! Mr Barnes! I said Mr Barnes," she squeaked but it was already too late. Bucky kept all the dishes in the sink and wrapped her in his arms, grinning at her.

"Come on, baby, say it again! I loved it!" Y/N kept quiet, looking up at her boyfriend with a pout. "Bu-cky," he enunciated, leaning in. "Mr Barnes," she smiled and he groaned, hugging her tighter. "Please, doll, I've been waiting for so long!" She laughed and poked his nose. "Wait just a little longer." He sighed and let go of her. "Change and come downstairs again." Y/N went to the living room to get her bag, climbed the stairs and went to Bucky's room. "What's he planning now?"

After changing, she went back downstairs and saw Bucky in the living room, sitting on the couch. He turned when he sensed her coming in. "Y/N." She sat next to him, only to be immediately pulled into his arms. He couldn't keep his hands to himself at all. "Do you want to talk about something?" He nodded. "I do. What happened at work this morning? I know something happened. Can you tell me what it is? Please?" She froze and Bucky clicked his tongue. "Ah, see, I knew it! Did someone say something to you?"

"They—" she gulped, "I was in the bathroom and these ladies, they— they were talking about how you always brought coffee for me… They didn't know I was right there, in one of the stalls. It just— hurt a little, I guess, because they talked bad about you." Bucky took her hands, bringing them to his lips. "What did they say?" She met his eyes. "They said you're playing favourites. Please don't bring coffee for me from now on." Neither of them expected that she'd blurt out the last sentence.

"What?" Bucky whispered, a sharp pain shooting through his chest. "I just— people talk, Mr Barnes, I don't— I don't want people to assume that's all," she rectified instantly, breathing heavily. "But… But it's our thing! How can you say that?! Just because people talk? Y/N!" She flinched when his voice rose. Scrambling away from him, she got up and left the room, leaving Bucky alone, his head in his hands, his thoughts racing.

"Sweetie?"

Bucky gently pushed the door to his room open, seeing Y/N asleep on one side of the bed. Walking towards her, he knelt next to her head, watching her face. His heart shattered when he saw the tear stains on her cheeks and the wet patch on her pillow. She cried herself to sleep, all because of him. "I'm a fucking idiot," he cursed himself, roughly running his fingers through his hair. But seriously, how could she just ask him to stop like that?

Getting coffee for her was the best part of his day. Seeing her face light up, the wide smile she gave him everyday when he placed the cup on her desk… It felt so good. Rewarding. It felt fulfilling. And she wanted him to stop? Only because some lowlifes didn't have shit to talk about? No, no he wouldn't stop. Regardless of what she said, Bucky wasn't going to stop. Standing up, he walked around the bed and lay next to her, pulling her into his arms.

Y/N stirred a little when she felt his arms going around her. "Bubbie," she sleepily muttered his name, snuggling further into his cozy arms. Bucky chuckled and kissed her head, almost crooning out loud. "Bubbie's right here, my love, rest well."

"Good morning, Mr Barnes!"

Y/N's head snapped up when she heard Lauren. Turning her head, she watched, horrified, as Bucky walked to her desk, a cup of coffee in his hands. Didn't she tell him to stop? Her eyes darted around the room; whispers were already breaking out as her coworkers watched. "Morning, everyone! Ms Y/L/N," he smiled at her, placing the coffee on her desk. But his smile vanished when instead of a warm smile, he was met with a cold glare. Clearing his throat, he walked away, heading to his office.

Y/N stared at the cup with resentment. She asked him to stop, and he couldn't even give her that much. What a useless fucking man. "Lauren," she began sweetly, "I actually had a cup of coffee in the morning, do you want this one?" Lauren readily picked up the cup, taking a sip. "Hm, thanks babe! I hadn't had my coffee this morning, what a perfect coincidence." Y/N glared daggers at Bucky's door. "Yeah," she muttered, "Perfect indeed."

In the evening, as everyone left the floor, Y/N stormed towards Bucky’s office, throwing open the door. But she gasped when she saw him slumped over on his chair, a bottle of whiskey lying on the table in front of him. “Bucky,” she screamed, running towards him, her heart rate spiking up with worry. She grabbed his shoulders and heaved him up. His head rolled from one side to another.

“Y/N, baby,” he slurred incoherently, blinking his eyes. “Bucky? What happened?” she cried, patting his cheeks. “You don’t like me anymore,” he whined, “And I don’t like that.” What? Y/N sighed deeply and sat down on his lap, holding his face in her hands. “Who said that? I like you, Bucky, I don’t— I don’t think I will ever stop liking you,” she reasoned.

Bucky’s arms instinctively went around her waist. “You don’t want me to bring you coffee anymore. You gave your coffee to your friend. Why? Baby I told you, I don’t care what anyone says about me, please,” he choked out, full of emotion. Y/N clicked her tongue and hugged him. He buried his face in her shoulder. “I have two options. I cannot handle people talking about you, Mr Barnes.” He suddenly chuckled and kissed her neck.

“You were calling me Bucky just fine, don’t stop.” Flustered, Y/N smacked his back gently. “Focus.” He groaned. “What two options?” Y/N pulled away, staring into his eyes. “One: I leave the company and we continue dating. Two: I continue working but we break up, and make a public announcement that we weren’t dating in the first place.” He screamed and ran his fingers through his hair, his body swaying again because of his drunkenness.

“Veto both those options.”

“Mr Barnes, you can’t do that,” Y/N insisted. “Why not? You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, how can you even think about breaking up?! I’m not allowing that! And you, leaving the company? Leaving me? No!” Y/N sighed and caressed his cheeks, giving him a tiny smile. “But in the second one we won’t be breaking up.”

Bucky straightened his shoulders. “Fine, let’s say we keep dating but you leave your job. I have a proposal for you, in that case.” She cocked her head to the side. “What proposal?” Bucky smirked. “Move in with me.” Y/N’s eyes went wide and she chuckled with disbelief. “Move in?! At your— your mansion? It’s been 2 months since we started going out, Bucky!” He innocently shrugged. “Fine then, we’re not breaking up and you continue working for me. And I’ll bring coffee for you everyday, too.”

“You’re not getting it,” Y/N groaned. “You know what people say all the time, even when I’m around? Oh, he brings coffee for her and not anyone else? He’s playing favourites! Or, they say, she seduced him somehow, that’s how she keeps her job, and that’s why he gets her coffee everyday. They talk shit about both of us, but I don’t want anyone talking bad about you. I— I love you a little too much for that.”

“And what, you think I’ve never heard the same things? People think I’m under your spell, which I mean, I am but not in the way people think. And even I cannot bear it when they talk bad about you. But doll—” He gave her a quick kiss, “We cannot always keep thinking about them. You know what I think? They’re jealous. Of you, of me, of both of us maybe… It’s people’s job to gossip, everyone does it. We cannot be too bothered by it.”

His words did make sense. “But Bucky…” she sniffled and he hugged her close this time. “Sweetheart, I know, shh… We’re not in the wrong here, they are. It’s not our fault they keep gossiping instead of focusing on their work. Is it so bad that two people love each other? What’s wrong with two people loving each other? Hm?” Her sniffles died out.

“Don’t think much about it anymore. Because whatever they might say, my feelings are never going to change. At all. I love you, I’ve loved you for so long, and I will keep loving you no matter what. Come on, smile for me…” She giggled when he tickled her waist. “Bucky, stop,” she wheezed and he did, falling forward into her arms. “I love when you sit on my lap, your weight is so comforting,” he mumbled into her shoulder. Right, he was drunk!

Even drunk, though, he spoke wisely. “Okay, Mr Barnes, let’s get you home then.” They stumbled towards the elevator and went to the parking lot, where she got him into her car and started the drive to his mansion.

“Ah, fuck…” The next day was a Saturday, so, a free day. Bucky slowly sat up, clutching his head. “You’re awake, Mr Barnes!” Looking up, a lazy smile appeared on his face when Y/N walked into the room holding a tray. On the tray was a glass of water and two aspirin pills. But that wasn’t what he focused on. His eyes went lower, and he licked his lips.

“Come here.” She walked towards him, keeping the tray down. Just as she did, he grabbed her arm and tugged on it, causing her to fall into his lap. “Fucking hell,” he hissed as his hands ran over her bare thighs, “You did this on purpose.” Y/N smiled innocently; yes, she did wear only his shirt and nothing else on purpose, but she wouldn’t admit it so easily…

“Did what?” she feigned and Bucky, completely forgetting his headache, threw her on the bed and climbed on top. He easily pulled the hem of the shirt up, groaning when he saw that she wasn’t wearing panties. “I die today,” he declared, “You’re killing me, my love.” Unbuttoning the shirt, his breath hitched when her breasts came into view.

He hurriedly got rid of his own clothes before starting to kiss his way down her body. “Bucky,” she moaned softly when his lips touched her hips. “I’m so fucking lucky to have you,” he praised her, going lower. At the first feel of his lips against her clit, her hips bucked up, and he chuckled. “Now, now, be patient.” He gently toyed with her folds. “You’re so wet already.”

“God, please,” she breathed out when he started putting his tongue to good use. Bucky groaned against her cunt. “Always so sweet. I love eating you out so much, my favourite taste,” he hummed and the vibrations travelled along her body, making her shiver. A few minutes passed, and she felt her orgasm approaching. On instinct, her hand reached for his head, her fingers tangling in his hair. Bucky paused and pulled away to breathe.

“Gonna cum, babe?” She nodded shakily and he dived back in, eating her out with twice the intensity. She covered her mouth with her other hand, squealing a little before letting go. Bucky smiled proudly, licking up all that she gave him. “Ah, fuck, perfect. Perfect as always, sweetheart.” He got up and wasted no time in pushing his cock into her. Both of them cried out when he slid in with one fluid motion.

“Made for me, your pretty little cunt is made for me and me only,” he gasped breathlessly as his hips snapped back and forth. Her eyes closed with bliss; maybe she was worrying for nothing. Bucky always made her feel so special… He leaned in, kissing her forehead. “Bubba, I love you so much.” She opened her eyes and cupped his cheeks, giving him a proper kiss. “I love you too, Bucky.”

The mood unknowingly shifted; everything became calmer. Bucky even slowed his pace, both lovebirds gazing into each other’s eyes as they brought each other to their climax. “Fuck, I’m so close.” Bucky was the first to speak. “Me too.” He pulled out of her and stroked himself a couple times, finally letting go with a grunt of her name, head thrown back. Y/N came a few seconds later, moaning his name. He fell on the bed next to her, both of them panting.

“Now will you take your medicine?” Y/N chuckled, turning to look at him. He sat up with a laugh, smirking at her. “Eating you out was the best medicine but fine, if you insist.” He swiftly downed the medicine before getting up to fetch a towel. He ran it under some hot water and then got back into bed, cleaning both of them up.

Y/N snuggled into his arms when he lay down, pulling the blankets on their bare bodies. He held her close, gently running his fingers through her hair. “So you’re not leaving me in any way, right?” She smiled and shook her head. “No.” “And I can keep bringing you coffee, right?” Y/N laughed and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Yes, you can.”

“Awesome! Hell yeah!”

“So what are your plans for today?”

“Cuddling in bed naked with my girlfriend and occasionally getting up to eat food.”

“My— Bucky!”

“Yes, my Y/N?”

“Ah— you’re impossible.”

“You love me.”

“Sure, Mr Barnes.”

“Mr— Don’t start that again!”

a/n: thanks for reading! leave a like if you enjoyed!

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mykoreanlove · 10 months

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🌸🌸 SAKURA 🌸🌸

If you could choose one season to live in forever it would be spring. You loved seeing the colorful flowers around you bloom, you adored the warm rays of sun shining on your face a bit longer now and you were thrilled with everybody falling in love. Not only did the city come alive again, but so did you.

You felt better, looked better, managed life better. You started dating again, against all odds. You never had luck in love as every man you ever fell for left you, but somehow you managed to find someone that wanted to stay. That someone even resembled your best friend Minho; somehow God got you two of them to enjoy. You were sure that you turned into the lucky one this time. As you waited for your date to arrive, you watched the cherry trees blossom – they were almost as pink as your aroused cheeks.

You thought about all the fun things you would be doing on your fifth date: holding hands while watching the cherry trees blossom, stealing innocent kisses in public, sipping on your favorite boba, glancing at each other lovingly and maybe even confessing your feelings to each other? You were so excited to finally date someone who was real and loving, hoping for it to turn into more. You kind of needed it to be more.

As you kept waiting you felt the uneasiness building in your stomach, still he was no where in sight. Impatiently you glanced at your phone, no message. As you opened the chat you let your phone fall to the concrete. His picture was gone. You felt panicky, even though you have lived this scenario a thousand times before. You went on his socials, only to find that you had been blocked. Tears started to fall from your eyes. With shaky hands you dialed his number, but the call didn’t go through.

You took a deep breath, disconnecting from your feelings. It happened again, of course it happened again. You stood there in the park, numb, observing the scenery around you. By now the flowers had lost their petals, solely polluting the pathway. The sun turned its back on you, leaving you shivering in the cold. Loving conversations between couples turned into disgusting fights, only confirming that love wasn’t real anyway.

You could have stayed there forever, but you noticed two strong hands gripping your shoulders, squeezing them while whispering into your ear: Let’s go.

You were sitting on Minho’s couch, a warm blanket wrapped around you. You didn’t say much, you never needed to. Minho knew you like the back of his hand, always wondering why you even fell for scumbags like that. He repeatedly wondered why you never fell for him, especially after seeing the last one. He swore that scumbag could have been a long-lost cousin or so.

Minho positioned himself before you, taking your small hands into his own. He started drawing circles on the back of your hands, grinning to himself as he imagined holding them for real. Your skin is so soft, you know. His hopeful eyes looked up at you but mirrored your pain instantly as he saw you cry. You started to bawl, ugly-ass crying your heart out while you sobbed his name: Min-.

He jumped on his feet and sat next to you, pulling your body onto his and holding you tightly. You sunk your head onto his shoulder and cried, while he stroked your hair and whispered sweet nothings into your ear. He always calmed you down, he was like a purring cat you would cuddle with when in need of love.

You sat up straight and looked at him, eyes bloodshot and puffy. Min? He looked at you worryingly, pushing your hair to the side. Min? You had his full attention by now. Am I that hard to be with?

Minho frowned at you, already assuming you would blame yourself for this. Am I that hard to be with? Am I that easy to forget? You paused, your broken heart lacing your throat once again. Am I that hard to love?

He observed you with pained eyes, whispering silently to you. Is that what you believe? You nodded your head. It was. Every guy you madly fell for threw you away like disgusting trash. Rejected you, abandoned you, ghosted you. How could you believe something else? The men you fell for only used you, mostly for sex, and rejected you once they were done with you. You had that giant fear within you of re-living this over and over again. Every guy you’d met would be prince charming in the beginning but then you got suspicious of that, wondering when the shoe was about to drop. You were on the lookout for problems, you expected them to leave you. And then they always did. Everybody would always leave, everybody but Minho.

I can understand why you would feel that way, Y/N. And I am really sorry that you had to go through this – again. Minho looked at you with so much compassion in his eyes. Listen, he wiped away the remaining tears from your cheeks and looked at you sternly.

No, you are not hard to be with. If we’re being honest right now I gotta tell you that I love being with you. I enjoy spending time with you, even if we’re doing nothing at all. I love talking to you – about things that matter but also about your stupid drama shows. Minho let out a chuckle that caused you to smile. I have so much fun with you. Remember how often I spat out my drink because of something you said? Now you smiled, feeling lighter already. I love being with you when you’re happy, but also when you’re sad. I kind of like the whole Y/N experience. He looked at you coyly.

And no, you are not easy to forget. Quite the opposite actually. Minho mumbled the last part, slowly losing confidence in his confession. All it took was one look at your face and he remembered why he had to do this. Minho knew that you weren’t ready for a real relationship, too afraid of letting someone in. And he was cool with that, letting you live your life until you were ready for more but when he saw you dating his twin he freaked out. Had he lost his shot with you? Why were you secretly searching for his substitute when he was right here with you? He figured that you couldn’t imagine him falling for you, loving you, so he had to make that clear. Once and for all.

I know this sounds cheesy, but you are constantly on my mind…like 24/7. Your eyes widened in shock, unable to process what he was saying. Of course, you are not easy to forget, I mean look at you. Y/N, you are stunning. You are so beautiful that sometimes my heart aches just looking at you. It’s everything about you – especially the little things. I love how your eyes sparkle when you’re happy or how cute you look when you cuddle with my cats or how hot you look when you’re rolling your eyes at me. You never knew that he felt like that, never dared to imagine him wanting you like that. You felt your cheeks blush and excitement building in your stomach. Honestly, I’ve been so jealous of those scumbags you fell for… they got you in ways I never could. I know this sounds crazy because we’ve been friends for years, but I fell for you the minute I saw you. You were so fucking attractive back then but now? Minho paused, clutching his chest dramatically. You’re like a goddess to me. He looked at you cautiously, not wanting to push you too much.

You took his hands and laced your fingers, squeezing them cautiously. When you looked back into his eyes you could feel the fondness he had for you. Still, it was hard to believe that Minho, your best friend Minho, felt like that for a long time. FOR YOU. He could be with anybody; girls are literally camping in front of his house only to get a glimpse of him. Why would he want to be with you?

And no, Minho’s voice disturbed your mind chatter, you are not hard to love. Not hard at all. You gasped, overwhelmed with joy. It was you initiating the kiss, slowly and cautiously placing your soft lips onto his. It only lasted seconds but when you pulled away your heart was beating like a jungle drum. Minho’s eyes were full of desire – for you and only you. He pulled you in closer, kissing you tenderly like he wanted to for so, so long. Your hands got lost in his hair, as his tongue parted your lips and kissed you hungrily. His hands travelled down your body, pressing you closer to him and not wanting to let go.

Wait, he chuckled as he broke off the kiss. You looked at him annoyed, needing more of him in this instant. Even though I had been waiting for this moment for a very long time, I need you to hear me out. You rolled your eyes at him: Great timing, Min.

He laughed sadistically, enjoying your neediness for him a lot. Hey, if you had realized what was waiting for you all this time, we could have been married with sweet babies by now! You punched his chest lightly: Oh, shut up, Min. He grabbed your wrists and motioned you on the couch, now hovering over you. What if I don’t? What if I tell you how much I want you every single day? What if I confess my love to you until you can’t hear it anymore? He placed seductive kisses on your collarbone and neck in between questions. What if I treat you the way you deserve to be treated? Because, real talk baby girl, I love you. I want you in my life. I want to be by your side. To me you are the most precious person in the whole wide world. You are important and you matter, and you are good enough and you are worthy, my love. I don’t want you to ever question yourself like that again. Promise me. He was dead serious about this. He had pinned you down beneath him, making you feel all kinds of things while confessing his love to you. His love. It finally dawned on you that Minho loved you. You started to panic, your heart beating too fast, you pushed him off of you. Minho was baffled, not understanding what was going on. Y/N? Y/N, talk to me. What is it?

You turned your back to him, unable to face him. We can’t do this. Min, I can’t do this. I can’t.. I can’t lose you, too. I couldn’t bear to live without you.

You felt his arms around you as he was hugging you from behind. He was shushing you, he needed you to calm down. Y/N, I know you believe that there is some kind of curse on you or whatever. I know that you are afraid that every guy you love will leave you in the end, I know that. But don’t you think I’m different? I’ve seen you at your best and I’ve seen you at your worst, a lot of times. I am not running away. I would never abandon you, ever. You turned around slowly, facing him. How can you be so sure? He grinned at you cheekily, pressing a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose.

Because it’s us. It’s Min and Y/N. Best friends turned to lovers. Going through thick and thin. Like, Minho thought hard for a moment, like Tom and Jerry! You busted out laughing, which he gladly joined. He looked at you with loving eyes, holding you a little closer while whispering: I love seeing you laugh. I promise you I will do my best to fill your days, our days, with laughter and joy. I really do care about you Y/N. And when you’re afraid I want you to talk to me and I will talk you out of it. Or maybe fuck you out of it, depends on how hard you’re rolling your eyes at me. You slapped his chest laughing. I really, really mean it. This is like a new beginning for both of us. You finally get the guy that worships you and STAYS and I finally get the girl that I’ve been in love with, undeniably in love with for years. It’s like our love is finally in season. Don’t you think?

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All of me.

Part 5.

Pairing: Jake x Mc.

Warnings: slow burn, swearing, angst, a little fluff, smut, violence and other pairings.

Words: 5.2k

Author's note: Although this story is not related to the Duskwood game, I will add some of our beloved characters. Please read it only if you're into angst prison stories, slow burns, etc. A little hint: You will get to see some similarities to Jake and his gang from "Never The Same" fic.

I hated it, I really hated it in here. Just when I thought that things were going right. Or at least somewhat right, right wasn't exactly the best word to describe your situation inside a prison. Things were going fucked up once again. Three days had passed, three days in which things went pretty good. Jake was still keeping himself low and the other prisoners didn't bother me that much when Jake was with me.

Three days in which things actually looked somewhat good. At least until visiting time came around. My mother had come to visit me, but unlike the last few times I wasn't happy with her visit. My mother kept acting like nothing happened and whenever I mentioned my father she would change the subject as fast as possible.

I had no idea why she kept avoiding the subject like it was some kind of war subject, but it irritated me to the bone. I just wanted to know why my dad suddenly decided to turn his back to me and if my mother was having the same thoughts. Only problem was that there was really no way to mention the whole subject without my mother blurring out something random and rambling on about that until she thought that I had forgotten about my earlier question.

Problem with that was that I didn't forget my question and kept bringing it up, making the two of us go round and round in endless circles. Normally I hated the time limit I had when my mother came to visit me. But this time I was glad there was a time limit since our conversation was going nowhere.

At some point I had decided to completely block out my mother and focus on Jake and his visitor. This time Jake's visitor was once again another person than the last two times, a girl probably around my age with silky smooth blue hair. She had almost the same height as the the girl from before. But she was even shorter.

There were a few things that I immediately noticed once I looked over at the two of them. The first thing that Jake was the one who had clearly the upper hand in their conversation, it almost looked like he was scolding the girl.

The second thing that Jake's visitor was on the verge of breaking out into tears. The third thing that Jake had no idea that the girl was on the verge of tears.

"What do you mean that there is still no date for the birthday party Lex!? How much longer do I have to wait!?" Jake yelled angry at the girl in front of him.

"I'm trying Jake, I really am. I just need a little more time." Lex mumbled back without looking at Jake.

"I...I just need to fix two more things and everything will be ready."

"Well make it happen! It has taken you long enough, I am so done with this shit!" Jake yelled again and at the same time the short girl in front of him bursted out in tears. Both Jake's and my eyes widened at the sight.

"Oh my fucking god, don't make such a big deal out of the fact that I'm scolding you Lex. Why would you start crying about that." Jake sighed with an angry tone lacing his voice.

"I...I am not crying about that." Lex sobbed back at the angry guy in front of her.

"Then why are you crying for God's sake!?" Jake barked, clearly being more than done with the whole situation at hand. I didn't know what it was that made Jake that upset and angry but it clearly wasn't a birthday party they were talking about.

"The guard... He touched me before I came in here. He was checking my pockets for any goods that I couldn't bring in here and that fucker... He touched me." Lex now full on cried. My eyes widened even further while Jake's hand bawled up into tight fists.

"Which one?" Jake asked dangerously low at the girl that had now placed her hands over her eyes to hide her face from the other people in the room.

"The one that's next to the door." Lex whispered back and before anyone could register what was happening Jake had marched over to the man with his fists clenched against his legs.

"Sit down Dalton! Visiting time isn't over." The guard ordered without looking properly at Jake.

"I'm highly aware of that fact. I came here just to give you something. Next time think about who's visitor you sexually assaulting before you do it, let this be a warning." Jake casually said and within the blink of an eye his fist collided with the guard's right eye. Immediately followed by Jake's other fist that collided with the man's left jaw. He gave the guard two more punches to his ribcage and his stomach before three other guards came crashing inside the room and grabbed Jake, bringing him to the ground beneath them.

"You're gonna die for this Dalton!" The guard who had just been punched yelled while he slowly walked outside the room with his hand against his sore jaw.

"Gladly, don't you ever dare touch my friend again. Let this be a warning, this is nothing compared to what I can do!" Jake yelled back at him with more venom lacing his voice than I had ever heard. Jake got dragged away immediately after that and I didn't see him back until after visiting time.

The girl, I now knew as Lex, had left almost at the same moment. Tears had still streamed rapidly down her cheeks and with a quick few passes she had left the room. Ten minutes later I could finally say goodbye to my mother and I had almost run to our cell to see if Jake was alright.

Jake wasn't quite alright, but he didn't look too bad either. It was clear that he had been punished for his action back at the visiting room, but looking from the smile that was still plastered on his face it wasn't something he couldn't handle. There weren't any visible bruises and his body seemed to move fine. A soft sigh had left my mouth upon the sight in front of me and without giving it much thought I had placed myself down next to Jake on his mattress.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, it was nothing compared to normal. I'm still angry though. I get punished while their idiot of a colleague touched my friend in a sexual way. I will fucking murder him!" Jake spat out, spit literally flying from his mouth while he said it.

"Your friend left pretty upset, maybe you should give her a call on thursday." I offered, not being able to remove the image of the crying girl from my memory.

"Yeah, maybe-" Jake never got to finish his sentence. One of the guards suddenly appeared outside our cell, giving the bars a harsh ruffle.

"Dalton! Here, now! I've got someone on call for you, they say it's urgent!" The man barked at the two of us in the cell while he held out a mobile phone. I slowly lifted my eyebrow. Normally we weren't allowed to use cellphones but I guessed that this must be another one of those privileges that friend of Jake bought for him.

Jake focus.

I got up from my bed and walked over to the guard, grabbing the mobile from his hand and bringing it to my ear.

"Dalton." I said lowly.

"Listen you fucker, if you make my girlfriend cry one more time I will personally murder you! I get that you wanna get out of there, but you're going way too far now bro!" I heard Kaden's voice and rolled my eyes in irritation.

"I didn't make her cry you idiot!" I yelled back.

"You fucking did! Lex came home crying and-" He started again but I was quick to interrupt him.

"Your freaking girlfriend got sexually harassed by one of the guards here. I punched that idiot for what he did to Lex and got dragged away. I'd rather save your stupid girlfriend than make her cry. Make sure you get the full story next time before you jump to your own idiotic conclusions!" I barked back with an angry tone lacing my voice.

"I...What?" Kaden now softly whispered and a deep sigh left my mouth.

"You heard me, didn't you. Make sure you get her to work faster because I'm pretty done with this place and comfort her you fucker instead of calling me up being all angry and throwing around false accusations." I answered, slightly calming down.

"Sorry. Hang in there bro, just a little bit longer." He answered followed by the familiar click of him hanging up the phone. With a soft sigh I dropped the phone from my ear and gave it back to the guard.

"I freaking hate this place." I grumbled softly and let myself fall back down on the mattress next to Mc. She could only agree with that statement.

Mc focus.

"This is your last warning Dalton, do the routine or face the consequences!" I flinched slightly at the loud yelling coming from the guard that was right in front of me and Jake. Last night's events had changed something in Jake, something bad. It had been weeks since he disobeyed the rules at the prison.

It had been weeks since I had to make use of my blankets to make a makeshift cooling mechanism for Jake's bruises. It had been weeks since I saw the lifeless and arrogant look in Jake's eyes. It had been weeks since Jake lay with his back turned to me when we slept in the same bed.

The last few weeks had been going pretty smoothly for both me and Jake. Jake somewhat obeyed the rules and for weeks we hadn't been the centre of commotion if there was something happening. Jake's body had been getting stronger and there wasn't a single bruise left on his honey coloured skin. The healthier he got the prettier he looked in my eyes and it had been on more than one occasion that I hadn't been able to rip my eyes from the guy's bare back.

At night we always laid with our faces looking at each other. Jake most of the nights falling asleep before I did, giving me unlimited time to scan over the relaxed features of Jake's face before I would fall asleep myself.

Last night was nothing like that. Jake had almost instantly turned his back to me with a soft 'night' leaving his mouth. His muscles had stayed tense unlike any other night and a scary vibe emerged from the male's body.

The moment the guard had woken us up and ordered us to do our usual morning routine things started to get down hill even faster. Jake kept laying with his back turned to me, ignoring the guard completely. It had taken three rough shakes of my hand on his shoulder to get him up with an irritated huff.

Jake had left the cell without sparing a look at me, hanging against the bars with his arms folded. With soft steps I had followed him outside and just by looking at Jake, I had already known what was gonna happen next. Jake looked exactly like he did the first few weeks I had come inside the prison and it scared me more than anything.

I liked the version of Jake that he was lately, sure he still had a short temper and radiate some form of aggression and angryness but there were sweet and peaceful moments too. Moments that hadn't been there when I had first entered the prison, moments I didn't wanna loose. Jake had become somewhat of a friend to me and made the fact that I had to stay at this hellhole a little bit more bearable, something I wasn't ready to lose so soon.

I snapped back to reality when I heard the first blow hit Jake right next to me. My eyes widened and before I could fully register what was happening Jake had been dragged out into the open and two other guards made their way over to the struggling male.

Within twenty seconds all three guards where hitting Jake like he was some kind of rag doll. The first few hits looked like they did nothing to my cellmate, but the more hits that followed the more Jake crawled himself up into a ball to somewhat lessen the impact of the hits.

The moment Jake fell down on his hands and knees heavy laughter sounded through the room and with one last hit they left him alone, giving him a warning that next time they wouldn't stop at that point and go a little further if he touched one of their friends ever again. Not a sound had left Jake's mouth the whole time and the only thing I could do was watch the whole act in fear of the health of my friend.

"Estrada! Help him up and go to the breakfast room. If I were you I would make sure he starts behaving like he did before or the consequences will be much worse next time." The guard whisper yelled at me and gave me a soft nod allowing me to leave my position and go to Jake.

With a few quick steps I ran over to Jake and dropped myself on my knees next to the wounded male. I softly placed a hand on Jake's shoulder, only for it to be shrugged off by my cellmate immediately.

"Jake, please. You need help." I tried to lock eyes with him, but Jake refused to look my way. With a soft sigh I placed my arm over Jake's back and forced one of his arms over my shoulders.

"I know that you don't want this, but you're in no position to deny me or get up yourself so please let me help you." I started to get up slowly, soft grunts leaving Jake's mouth occasionally.

"Can you walk?" Worry laced my voice and I gave him a concerned look. Jake's eyes where barely open and his body hung heavy against my one.

"I could try to carry you-"

"No!" Jake whisper yelled at me while he tried to unwrap himself from me.

"Stop it! You are in no world able to walk by yourself right now. I get it that you don't like this at all, but we have no other options. So either start walking or let me try to carry you!" Anger voiced through my voice.

I was done with Jake's bratty attitude and the fact that the male thought that he could do everything by himself while he clearly was in no position to do so at the moment. We locked eyes for a short moment before I slowly started to walk with a beaten Jake on my side.

Slowly we made our way over to the breakfast room, soft grunts leaving Jake's mouth whenever I would walk too fast or bend his body in certain angles. We made our way over to our usual table and with a soft tud I sat him down on the bench.

"Lie against the wall so your muscles can relax a little, I will get breakfast for the both of us." I ordered and I left Jake to do as I said.

When I came back I was glad to see that Jake had followed my orders and indeed lay his back against the wall to lessen the tension on his muscles a little. I placed the plate down in front of him and offered Jake a piece of bread with egg. He watched me through hooded eyes and slowly grabbed the piece from my hand.

"I know you don't wanna hear it but you need to rely on me for the rest of the day Jake. Just do what I tell you or your body will be even worse by tonight. Don't fight me on this, please. I just wanna help you, I hate seeing you like this." I whispered without looking at Jake.

He never gave me an answer but by the actions that followed the rest of the day I understood that Jake was indeed doing what I had asked of him. I had placed Jake against our counter at the washing room, ordering him to touch nothing and let me do all the work.

Whenever I had the chance I sat Jake down on one of the baskets to release his legs from the constant weight of his body. I was quick to learn the walking route of the guards and a few hours later I could blindly tell Jake when he was being able to sit down and when he needed to stand up and look busy.

A small smirk had formed on Jake's mouth at seeing me pick up on these skills so easily. After watching me and seeing if I indeed got the walking routes right for him, he followed the orders that I barked under my breath without any problems. It had been right before lunch break that I had ordered him to get up and follow me to the toilets.

I kept looking at him with worry and once we reached the stalls I pushed Jake inside one of them, following him instantly after checking if nobody had followed us.

"Sit." I ordered once again and pointed a finger at the toilet seat. "I need to see how bad the bruises are."

I helped Jake to sit down on the toilet and slowly started to lift his shirt. My eyes immediately grew wide when I saw the already black and blue bruises being formed on Jake's body. Fuck. I softly placed a finger against one of the bruises and Jake immediately flinched away from my touch with an angry grumble leaving his mouth.

My eyes darted over Jake's body and there was literally almost no normal skin visible. His whole torso was covered in nasty black and blue bruises and when there weren't any bruises the skin had turned an angry red colour.

There was no way I was being able to cool the bruises properly right now and by the looks of it the bruises where going to need a lot more caring than just some cooling with a blanket. The only problem with that was that I literally had no other options in our small shared cell once we got back.

I gave Jake his shirt back and helped the male to get it on properly. Again some groans of discomfort left his mouth and I helped him to get back to the breakfast room that now served purpose as lunch room. I repeated the same routine I did this morning and not even two minutes later I was offering Jake little pieces of food while I was thinking of a plan how to help him.

I kept looking out for Jake like my life depended on it. The male grew more and more tired as the day passed on and by the end of it he was barely able to stand on his own feet. I almost dragged Jake inside our shared cell and carefully placed him on his matress.

A deep sigh left Jake's mouth the moment he felt his back hit the mattress and heavy breaths immediately took over his body. I climbed a little up towards my own bed and grabbed my blanket and pillow from it in a forceful manner. Without a second thought I drenched the blanket into the toilet once again.

With a dripping blanket in my right hand and a pillow in my left hand I made my way over to Jake. I softly placed my hand under Jake's head and lifted him up a little to place the second pillow under his head to make him sit up more.

"I'm gonna lift your shirt and try to cool the bruises a little. Please tell me if I hurt you too much Jake." I whispered and lifted up his shirt.

I softly placed my fingers on the biggest bruise on his ribcage. The bruise had a nasty blue almost black colour and the skin around it had turned an angry red colour. The bruise was almost as big as the palm of my hand and everytime I added the slightest pressure on it Jake would flinch involuntarily.

Small tears started to form in my eyes and my vision fell from Jake's bruised torso on his face that only displayed discomfort. Jake's eyes were tightly shut, heavy breaths left his mouth in little puffs, a deep frown was visible on his forehead and his skin had almost taken on the colour of white sugar.

He looked terrible and the only thing I wanted to do was to help him but I had no idea how. I wasn't a wizard who could remove the bruises with a flick of my wrist and for all the methods I did know to help Jake I needed supplies I didn't have right now.

With a soft sigh I placed the cold blanket against his bruise. Jake immediately flinched at the touch and a harsh grumble of discomfort left his mouth.

"I'm sorry Jake, I don't know what to do to make the pain go away." A single tear started to drip down my cheek.

I felt so helpless, so useless. Jake needed me and I had no idea what to do. I lifted the blanket again and placed it down on another bruise that was a little lower than the huge one on Jake's ribcage. This one was a little smaller but looked almost as nasty as the last one despite the size difference.

I kept replacing my blanket every few minutes, sometimes dumping it in the toilet again to make it cooler between session, but nothing seemed to help. Jake kept grumbling in discomfort everytime I placed or removed the blanket from his body and his face kept showing the same discomfort it had when I started the whole process.

I was about to replace the blanket for the probably twentieth time when I heard the familiar sound of a baton against cell bars ring through the hallway.

"Everybody up! Check ups before bed time!" The guard yelled around the hallway.

My eyes widened and darted around our cell. There was no way I was being able to fix my own bed and get Jake up to the front of our cell in the little time I had. Without giving it a second thought I threw my soaked blanket on my top bed. I pulled Jake's shirt down and started to get him up.

"Jake, please. You have to help me a little. They will give you another round of beatings if we aren't at the front within two minutes." I said desperately, almost crying while I hoisted Jake up with all my might.

I felt how Jake placed his feet on the ground beneath him and somewhat tried to stand on his own. His eyes slowly opened a little and the anger that radiated from them made me do a double take. Even now Jake still hadn't lost his fierce spirit. I slung his arm over my shoulders and with all my strength I was able to get him to the front of our cell just in time.

The guard that stood in front of our cell opened the door and ordered us to get out to follow the usual routine. Both of us walked out of the cell, but there was no way Jake was gonna be able to stand on his own while carrying out the routine.

He needed my support to stand and without it he would without a doubt fall face first against the pavement. I heard how the guard started to rummage through our cell and in a quick decision I placed Jake against the bars of our cell.

"Lean against my shoulder, you need to stand for a few minutes." I ordered him while I slowly placed Jake's arms in front of me. His head hung already low. I placed my own hands in front of me and I felt how Jake's weight kept getting heavier against me with the seconds that passed.

His body started trembling slightly and his knees looked like they were ready to give out at any moment. The guard walked out of our cell and gave both of us a quick look, a small smirk forming on his face.

"Estrada, step away from Dalton for a second please." The guard laughed while he slowly walked up to us.

I gave the guard a bewildered look, but refused to step away from Jake. If I would step away, he would fall down to the ground and would receive another beating. A beating I was sure Jake wasn't gonna be able to handle.

"Estrada, move!" The guard now yelled at me, but I held my ground.

Before I could fully process what was happening the baton had collided with my ribcage and I was sinking down on my knees slowly. A souring pain ripped through my body and a soft cry left my lips. Jake's weight left my body and stars started to form in my vision.

"Last warning Dalton!" The guard yelled and I slowly turned my head to their side.

Jake was struggling to stay up right and the guard was looking at him with a soft smirk on his lips. I placed my hand on the place the guard had just hit and another wave of pain immediately ripped through my body. If I felt like this I didn't even wanna know how Jake felt right now.

I hadn't been able to manage one hit making me question how Jake was being able to manage so many of them without showing any discomfort. My eyes traveled back to Jake, just in time to see how his legs decided to give out on him while the guard who had clearly been waiting for this moment readied his baton.

Jake sunk down on his knees, immediately followed by the first blow from the guard's baton to his upper arm. I could only watch in fear while Jake received another hit and another and another and... Jake's body fell lifelessly to the ground in front of me.

It didn't matter anymore how strong the male was mentally, his body wasn't able to receive anymore hits and shut down on him. Heavy laughs ripped from the guard's throat and small tears started to fall down my cheeks.

"Pathetic."

Was the only word that left the guard's mouth while he gave Jake one last kick against his arm. The male still didn't move and the tears kept streaming down my face.

"Let this be a warning Estrada. Obey the rules or there follows way more than that one hit you just received. Now get back in there!" The guard yelled at me and with a harsh grab around my upper arm I got thrown back inside our cell.

Jake's lifeless body followed shortly after and without sparing the two of us another glance the guard locked the door and walked away. I immediately crawled over to Jake and rolled him on his side to make sure he wouldn't swallow his own tongue and die right on the spot.

"Jake, please wake up." I sobbed while I pushed Jake's hair out of his face. "J-Jake... Please." I looked around myself trying to find something that could help me with the situation at hand but nothing seemed good enough or even useful. There had to be something that could help...

As if on cue my eyes fell on Jake's mattress. I couldn't lift Jake up on the mattress but I could bring the mattress to Jake and roll him on it. With a soft grumble of pain I stood up from the floor. My side was hurting like crazy but that was the last thing I could think about right now.

Jake needed me and I would help him, even if it was the last thing I would ever do in my life. With another painful grumble I dragged the mattress from Jake's bed and placed it beside the male. I knelt down on my knees and softly rolled Jake on his other side so he would be placed on the mattress instead of the cold hard floor.

I slowly lifted Jake's shirt to see more and more black bruises surrounding his torso. With a little struggle I managed to undress his upper body and walked back over to my own bed. The wet blanket was still there. I grabbed the blanket and dumped it once again inside the toilet. With a soaked blanket in my hand I dropped back down on my knees next to Jake's torso.

The pain in my own side kept growing stronger but I ignored it as best as I could. My pain wasn't important right now, Jake was. I wiped my hand over my cheeks to get rid of most of the tears and started to cool Jake's bruises like I had been doing before the guard came and decided to make my task even more difficult.

Seconds felt like minutes and with each one passing and Jake not waking up I grew more and more concerned.

"Jake, please. You need to wake up." I whispered while I pushed Jake's bangs out of his eyes again. I placed my blanket on Jake's back and as if my prayers had been heard a soft grumble left Jake's mouth.

"Thank god, you're alive. Lay still your body suffered a lot of injury."

Another grumble left Jake's mouth and he slowly opened his eyes. My eyes instantly locked with his and a soft smile fell on my face while one single tear trickled down my cheek.

"Why...the...f-fuck...d-did...you...take...that...hit..." Jake grumbled out almost inaudible but clearly angry at me.

"Because I had no choice. If I had stepped away from you, you would have gone face first to the floor. I couldn't let that happen Jake." I answered simply while I repositioned the blanket, followed by a grumble of discomfort coming from the male. He looked through hooded eyes at me but never gave me another response.

"Do you think that you can get up with my help? I'm gonna put my mattress on your bed but I'm not strong enough to get you on it by myself."

Jake gave me a small nod, making me smile brightly. I threw my wet blanket in a corner of our cell and not even two minutes later my own mattress was placed on Jake's bed. After a pretty big struggle I managed to get him on the bed. I pushed the now wet mattress back on my own bed and grabbed the still dry blanket from the floor.

With the blanket placed tightly in my hand I walked back over to Jake. He was already watching me and a small smile fell on his face. I draped the blanket over his sore body and placed myself as soft as possible next to him.

"You know Mc...You would have made a damn good nurse if it wasn't for the fact that you're in here with me." Jake's eyes closed slowly and a few seconds later heavy breaths left his body. I could only hope that someone else would tell me that too, under different circumstances.

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood family #duskwood fandom #jake x mc #mc and jake #duskwood fanfiction #everybyte studio

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lazypanartist · 2 years

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Hi im Already Back but please imagine for ROTTMNT:

[This one is kind of angsty with a nice end but talks about child neglect, so if you dont think its something youre up for, its A-okay if you toss this out!!]

Big ol Punk Reader, Super Intimidating, Mean AF looking dude.

The boys had all long accepted thats just how they Look, it doesnt mean theyre terrible or anything. Reader is actually really chill and funny. Emotional vulnerability from themself however, never really seems to happen. But theyre a good listener, and have shockingly good advice usually! Mikey has tried Doctor Feelings-ing it up with them but it just lead to them talking in circles.

(The two ended up having a whole conversation where the youngest found himself venting about how he wished his brothers wouldnt let problems bottle up and build. It still mystifiedhim about how it turned around on him.)

One night though, when most of the teens had crashed in the living room after a movie marathon, Leonardo woke up thirsty. It was late, everyone was asleep as he picked his way around snoozing lumps wherever they laid and made way to the kitchen where he heard...Talking?

Quietly, the red eared slider peeked his head around the doorway to see Reader and Splinter, quietly chatting over tea.

('Oh yeah,' the ninja thought, 'Reader mentioned having sleeping issues and that smells like valerian, mint and chamomile. Nice pick dad.')

The teen was going to duck in, grab some water, maybe his own cup of tea, in and out real quick. He was going to, really. But...he happened to catch a bit of conversation and found himself... accidentally eavesdropping.

Whoopsie.

"-and he fell off the board. Slid down the whole ramp on his back. You would have thought someone beat him with a pipe with how bloodcurdling his scream was. I nearly had a heart attack!"

Leo remembered that day. That was how the gouge in the ramp's wood happened. Leo himself was bawling his eyes out when Raph took that tumble.

Reader laughed softly, lightly patting the old rodent's hand at the story. "Oh I bet New Dad Splinter never ran so fast in his life, eh?"

"I swear, you'd mistake me for a cheetah mutant for how quickly I booked it. Luckily my son was fine, physically, but that slip shook him up."

"Poor dear..." You murmured, taking a sip.

" nng...Nardo..?"

Leo hushed Donnie, covering his twin's mouth and glancing back, making sure they weren't caught.

...Coast Clear.

"Mmh, he had nightmares the few days after it. "

"Yeah, I remember having something like that happen to me.-"

Donnie couldnt help getting wrapped up in the two's conversation himself. Something about the trip through memory lane just cemented him to the spot.

When Michelangelo found them both, the twins were easily able to convert the youngest to their cause of listening to old stories about themselves and occasionally one told by Reader here and there. Raphael was dragged over and the four of them watched the scene play in the late night haze.

And then...it happened.

Splinter was laughing, paw covering his mouth to stifle himself as Reader almost sprayed tea from their nose, coughing and snickering about a story involving Leo and him thinking he was a Big Boy and staying up and watching a horror movie far too young and sleeping in his dad's bed for a week.

(The blue clad turtle wanted to melt into the shadows and never return. It didnt help that Raph kept patting him comfortingly and Donnie made a snide comment about zombies passing him over.)

"Did you ever do something like that? None of my other sons have. I wonder if its an ego thing..."

"Nah...I um...well I was never close with my folks."

Raph felt Mikey start bouncing in place. Here it was. This was it.

"Oh, dear...I'm sorry to hear that. May I ask why..?"

Reader sighed finally, using a napkin to sop up the spill on the table. "You know...I ah..I don't talk about it much, s-so...I'm emancipated from my parents. Have been for a while. My folks just kinda...Forgot I was there a lot. Weren't ever around. It's. Not really um. A fun memory or story. They just never wanted a kid and, when I was old enough to take care of myself, well...I was sorta left to my own devices."

Their father's whiskers twitched with his frown. "Oh child...may I ask, how old-"

"Six."

The brothers felt cold.

Michelangelo wanted to be sick at the thought of a little Reader running a house by themself. Using a stove far too young. Battling with unweildy kitchen knives.

Leonardo remembered the walks to Reader's apartment. The few nights they crashed there. No wonder they never seemed worried about getting caught.

Donatello felt his hands shake at the idea of being all alone like that. No one to help you. No one to support you. Alone, well and truely, and having to rely only on yourself.

Raphael's mind was barreling a mile a minute as tears pricked his eyes. He hoped they would be okay. He hoped this would be what the punk needed.

Splinter felt his blood boil, and he couldnt help his nails digging into the table.

Six.

/Six./

He listened politely as Reader talked a bit more, trying to skirt around such an obviously heavy topic like the White Star cruise liners skirted around misfortune. He listened as his anger forged fires that couldnt be tempered. The thought of any of his sons being left at so young, it made him sick...!

Ooh, those wretched people better hope he never meets them...

"-Splinter..?"

His eyes snapped open, locking back with their own. Silently they squeezed his hand, tears welling up but not falling.

(He wished they didn't have to be so strong. Strength could be it's own weakness.)

"Are you okay? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have talked about it-"

('Even now, you try to instead comfort others than seek it out yourself...-')

"Tell me."

They blinked, glancing down as his other paw came down, sandwiching the human's before simply clutching it between both.

"Please, if you wouldn't mind. Tell me. I will listen."

They stared quietly, before, shakily, continuing some of the story. Splinter could tell they ducked and dodged sea mines and ice bergs and rocky cliffs as they quested for harbor, longing to finally find port in the cold storm of their emotions with no light house to shine through the dark.

Splinter and his sons found they would all gladly stand out on that dock, lanturns in hand, in order to guide them home. Back to them.

They listened. Reader didnt need to tell everything, but they would listen to what they would part with, tucking it away in their memories and hoping that this one hard, difficult vulnerability would open you up to many more easier ones.

Finally, when dawn broke, the Reader's dam had too. They listened as their friend cried, Splinter never letting go of that hand. This had been a lot. They needed this.

When all was said and done, they sniffled loudly and wiped snot and streaked make-up on their hoodie sleeve. Gross, raw, an abolute mess.

Docked safe, lead by lamplight through the fog.

"Thanks, Splinter."

"Anytime," the rat murmured, giving their shoulder a squeeze. His hand still cupped their own, tea long forgotten.

"You're a good dad."

The mutant huffed, patting their head. "I try."

"I doubt it."

He fought to keep a grin off his face. It didn't work. "You're just trying to butter up your future Father in Law."

The brothers, proud of showing so much restraint not barging in the kitchen as soon as your sobbing began, felt a bucket of ice water get dunked metaphorically down their spines. All eyes flicked to Leo's who shook his head and shrugged. He must have missed this conversation.

The reader scoffed lightly and sneered, batting the hand away. "Oh I get it. See if I ever ask you for dating advice again, old man."

What a hell of a story to miss. The brothers all felt their brains whirr with ideas and conspiracy about which of them it could be. Why it would be him, why it couldnt be them, why it couldnt be him but it might be another.

Splinter barked a laugh, yanking on one of their piercings tauntingly. "Careful. My son might think you're a new training dummy with all these holes in your ears."

"Oh, shove off." They gave a warbly smirk, before it fell into an easy, soft smile.

The four eavesdroppers found, regardless of who it was, no matter what, they would be there for the Reader. It was easy. It was them. They'd do it in a heartbeat.

"Thanks again, Splinter."

Notched ears flicked idly towards the doorway. He needed to teach his sons how to eavesdrop better. And maybe get another hug sometime soon.

The old master gave a softer smile in return up at the punk. He knew he'd pluck up a lanturn for you. He longed for the day your lighthouse lit, but he understood that would take time. But until then, he'd take up the light.

"Anytime, dear."

He and his sons would light your way, anytime.

Oh, wow!

I actually don't think there's anything I could add to this.. really succinct!

(Sorry for sounding like a 10th grader English teacher, but this is Perfection™)

#kana's chats #submission answer #rottmnt #x reader #rottmnt x reader #xreader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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lostdreamr-blog1 · 2 years

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Running Never Helped Anyone

Requested: Thank you Anon for this request! Hope this is what you were looking for and more!!

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Female!reader

Warnings: mentions of depression, mild swearing, some fluffy fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

Dean and Sam were out on a hunt a few states over while I was supposed to cover an easy one near the bunker. Dean wasn’t too thrilled with the idea of me hunting solo, but he agreed that it shouldn’t take more than a day and that I should have no problems. His exact words were, “Call if you need anything but you can do this in your sleep.” Which is the complete opposite of what happened. One nomad vampire turned out to be a whole nest and shit hit the fan quickly. I managed to get out with a decent sized cut on my side that needed stitches and a few bruises.

Which is why I was currently sitting on the bathroom floor bawling my eyes out as I pushed the needle in and out of my skin. I don’t know if was the pain that was escalating my emotions, but I could feel myself start to go down that dark hole I worked so damn hard to get out of not that long ago. My thoughts seemed like they were surrounding me, shouting all my insecurities at the top of their lungs making me feel worse and worse as the minutes went by. I knew better than to simply shut down and let the negativity consume me, but this was an uphill battle that I didn’t see me winning. The hunt was simple, or supposed to be, but turned into chaos. If I would’ve stayed, I probably would’ve been killed which tells me I made the right decision.

But I had to abandon the hunt which is something I knew was going to piss Dean off.

I stopped what I was doing and dissected that last thought. If I knew I made the right call, why is it that I care so much about Dean’s view towards it? Hunting with them for the past few years brought me a sense of safety and kept the dark, intrusive thoughts away. I felt like I was free of the anxiety and depression that consumed me for far too long, until now. I wasn’t blind to my own feelings about Dean. That green eyed hunter had a special place in my heart even though I knew I held no space in his. But what alarmed me was the fact I was willing to put myself in danger just to please him and get a “job well done”. I was throwing myself back into the worst part of my brain because I was worried about disappointing him. But telling him that would set him off. To sit there and try to explain why I was feeling the way I am would complicate things further than any of us need.

Because of that, I knew it was time to leave. Scrambling to cover my mostly finished stitches, I ran to my room and started throwing what I could into bags. Hunters always packed light, but holy shit I have accumulated so much over these years. I didn’t give myself time to think about what to take or leave as I knew the boys would be on their way back at some point tonight. Getting up the courage to leave and take on the world by myself was something that would dissolve the second Dean walked into this bunker. After quickly writing a note that I was fine and it was my time to move on, I nearly collapsed into my truck and drove off with zero destinations in mind. The only thing I prayed for was that the brothers would let me go with no questions asked.

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2 years later...

I was on a salt and burn case down in Texas when a gruff voice made me jump. “So, you are alive.”

I knew who it belonged to before I even turned around. Sure enough, I was met with a cold stare of the older Winchester. “Hey Dean.”

As he was looking me over to see that I was in fact alive and in one piece, I took a lingering glance at him. His hair seemed a bit longer and had more stubble on his face than usual. But overall, he looked the exact same. “Care to explain why the hell you disappeared off of a sudden?”

We weren’t exactly in the best place for a conversation like this, with people being able to freely hear what we were saying. I don’t think saying the word “vampire” in a serious tone would go over well. He seemed to catch onto my thought and pointed behind him. The impala was parked on the curb, and I quickly realized I had nowhere to run to if things got bad.

“Get in the car, Y/N.” his voice gave me zero room to argue, and I found myself walking to the car that I never thought I would see again.

The first few minutes of our drive were filled with tension. I could see the white knuckled grip on his steering wheel and practically felt the anger rolling off him. My best option was to stay quiet until he started the conversation. “What did I do?”

My head snapped towards him at that question. “What do you mean?” Of all the things to ask, that wasn’t what I expected.

“I keep going over it in my head. We left to go on a hunt. You had a small hunt of your own. And then you were gone. Those years before you seemed happy and then suddenly you change your damn number. It took a while to find you, but when we did, I realized you were trying to stay hidden. And the only conclusion I can come up with is that I did something.” While he wasn’t entirely wrong with assumption, he had no control over my thoughts.

I let out a long sigh and prepared myself for a conversation I planned over and over since the day I left. I wasn’t sure if it was the anxiety that drove me to try and perfect what I was going to say, but I knew I couldn’t explain things without it. “I need you to listen to everything without interrupting. That is the only way I’m going to get through this.”

A small nod of his head prompted me to keep going. Before I met you, I struggled with depression pretty bad. A good day for me was getting out of bed and eating something small, but those days were very few. I don’t think I can really explain why I was depressed, just that my brain decides it wants to hate everything about me and around me. By some miracle I found the will power to go on a hunt and ran into the two of you. I don’t think you realized it, but you saved me from myself by offering for me to tag along. After some time, I became the better version of myself and hadn’t had a dark thought in a while until that night I left.”

I paused as he pulled the car over on the side of the road and gave him a questioning look. “I have a feeling I’m not going to like what I hear and don’t want to damage baby.” A valid thought on his part.

“The hunt wasn’t simple like we thought, and it turned into a whole nest of vampires. I had to get out of there and couldn’t complete it like we originally thought. That night I kept beating myself up about it and I knew you would’ve been so disappointed in me. I could feel myself spiraling and came to conclusion that I needed to get out while I was still myself. But I knew if I tried to leave with you there, I wouldn’t be able to. With all the stress hunting puts on you two, you didn’t need the added stress of me and my pretty fucked up mind. So, I left.” Silence was what answered me, and I knew he was trying to process it all. This whole time he had only known one side of me and that was the stable and happy part. The monster that can make an appearance at any time had managed to stay hidden when I was with them.

“You could’ve told me. I would’ve been there for you.”

I looked out the front window and shook my head. “To talk to someone about what’s going on in my head isn’t an easy thing to do. To feel that vulnerable and admit that something isn’t quite right, wasn’t something I wanted to go through.”

I looked over as he ran a hand through his hair. “Sweetheart, I don’t care if you would’ve yelled at me or needed someone to force you out of bed. I would’ve helped you in any way I could’ve if it meant I knew you were safe.” He paused and came back a littler angrier than before, “And what the hell was that thinking I would be disappointed in you? You think I would rather you get hurt and finish the hunt? I don’t care if it was the easiest hunt in the world. You come get me if you think you can’t do it.”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that came out, “Of all the things my mind tried to throw at me, I knew that was the most irrational. I was so caught up in my feelings for you and that need for approval, that I was willing to put myself in danger. Another reason why I left.” As I thought about what I just admitted to him, I silently cursed myself.

“Your feelings for me?” I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on the seat. “I don’t know if you know this, but you Dean Winchester, are a little hard not to fall for.”

His audible scoff opened my eyes. “Well, that’s just fan-freakin-tastic, Y/N. You mean to tell me now, after I randomly run into you and basically force you into my car, that you decide to tell me you have feelings for me? Do you see how that could piss me off?”

I tilted my head to the side in confusion. “Not really.”

He shook his head and pulled the impala back onto the road. I waited for him to elaborate or at least tell me where we were going, but there was nothing. “Dean, what are you doing?” He turned the music on, and Back in Black filled the care.

“I’m bringing you back home. I’m not losing you again, sweetheart. Now that I know these feelings aren’t just one sided.”

#dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester #supernatural #spn #dean x you #fluff #dean winchester comfort #dean winchester fanfiction

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tetsunabouquet · 1 year

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In Need of Help (Teiko! Murasakibara X Reader GN drabble)

Warnings: bribery, and the bullying of disabled kids. Y/N had enough of it. Your best friend kept getting picked on by Haizaki, but the bastard was sneaky enough to do it whenever teachers weren’t present. Lke the male locker room, where every time after P.E, you’d find Haizaki the last to leave and your friend nowhere to be found. You’d ask for the teacher to go look for him, and then you’d always find him in the locker room, bawling his eyes out over something Haizaki did. Haizaki would generally wait until everyone was clothed, but your best friend, being on the spectrum, had a particular fondness of water and just couldn’t resist taking a long ass shower. He’d always be the last one to start dressing. He had tried to take quick showers like everyone, but the anxiety of having to face Haizaki only crippled him and made him stay where he felt safe; under the shower. But he couldn’t stay there forever. Ensuring Haizaki had some time alone with your best friend. You were absolutely LIVID. So you had created a plan. Considering Haizaki would typically pick on him when he was already dressing, there wouldn’t be any nudity involved if he managed to film Haizaki. But that would mean planting a camera that he could turn on unsuspiciously in the locker room. And you didn’t had one. The AV club had one, but after a small accident with the projector the club room was closed for the rest of the month. It was totally possible to sneak in, but you were in need of assistance to distract the school’s receptionist. With your best friend being a doomsday thinker, he’d only overthink it and he was a crappy liar so he wouldn’t be good at distracting her. You needed someone else. Someone who wouldn’t mind exposing Haizaki for his ableist bullying. Someone who disliked Haizaki enough to take the risk. After keeping an eye on him for a few days, and trying to note if he had any particular enemies, your eye fell on a purplette. Murasakibara, a handsome boy on the same basketball team, who was often annoyed with Haizaki’s failed attempts to steal his food. You were smirking the entire time during lunch, being unable to take your eye of your potential ally.

About a week long, you had studied Murasakibara, and arguably developped a crush. You might just be a little in denial about it. But it had given you enough insight, that this boy had some food addiction going on. You were happy that you had went to London on the previous vacation, and still had some candy left. Foreign candy seemed like the perfect bribery material, and even if Murasakibara didn’t wanted to, you could at least offer it to have him shut up about your plans before you moved onto your next target. It was lunch break, and you found him sitting with Akashi and Midorima in the music room. “Murasakibara! Can I talk to you, in private?” You asked him. He blinked at you with an almost sleepy expression ”Sure, but who are you?” He asked as he stood up, trailing after you. “That is besides the point. I need your help.” “Ugh, really?” “Yes. Murasakibara, this is important!,” you turned around, facing him directly. “My best friend is getting bullied by this guy on your team, Haizaki. I need to catch him, but for that, I need you to distract the receptionist. If everything works out, he might get suspended and you don’t have to worry about him trying to steal your food anymore, plus, I have actual British candy.” You held your bag up, hoping he understood your rambling. You figured if you didn’t spit it out your deal in one go, he could get bored with the conversation. He didn’t seem like someone with a long attention span to you. “So, you’ll give me foreign candy if I distract the receptionist?” Murasakibara asked you, cutting to the point of your deal. “Yes.” “Okay.” He said, trying to take the bag. “No, Murasakibara, not until you held up your end of the bargain.” You said, wagging your finger and trying to look as strict as possible, which you couldn’t, because his eyes shining when he was looking at the bag was just so adorable. The two of you walked to the reception, your plan coming into action. You sported a maniacal grin, the rush of going to do something forbidden getting to you. Murasakibara on the other hand, just kept glancing at you and your bag. He was a simple man. “Now, please go tell the receptionist about there being a leak in the male bathroom on the second floor. But try to beat around the bush for a bit, stall her as I grab the keys to the AV club room.” Then, you hurried a tiny bit ahead, slowly passing the school’s reception. You dropped your bag once you were around the corner, waiting for Murasakibara to approach. You spotted him going sluggishly to the receptionist, her long graying hair pulled back into a bun so tight you wondered why her eyes weren’t popping out yet. “Ehm, hello,” he said, as he stood still in front of her, your cue to slowly start crawling back around the corner, praying to the heavens no one else was going to go to the reception during lunch. “Hello. Is there something you need?” The woman asked, curtly. “Yeah, I am coming to report something.” Murasakibara drawled out, as you silently crawled near her and her desk. Your heart was pounding so hard, you could hear your own heartbeat. You were behind her as you heard her ask, “Well, what do you come to report?” “There is a leak.” Murasakibara replied, trying his best to focus on the woman’s face and not on you, as you slowly picked the key of the AV club room from the key rack. “A leak? Where?” You slowly crawled back, trying not to screw up at the last minute. “The male bathroom.” The receptionist sighed, sounding like she was beginning to get annoyed with him as you just crawled past her desk, you could feel your palms beginning to sweat. “Which floor?” You sped up, trying to be as quick as possible. You had made a squeaking sound as you passed the corner, and you nearly let out a ‘shit’ which made you instinctively bite your tongue. But Murasakibara quickly covered for you. “Second floor.” You were breathing really fast by the time you got back to your bag with candy, and you heard the sounds of her standing up. As she left to go see, Murasakibara slipped back to you. Still feeling your heart pound, you wordlessly handed him the bag. “Thanks.” He accepted it, and threw you a long look. You stared back silently, his purple eyes almost seeming to capture your soul. “But you still haven’t told me your name.” You blinked, surprised he actually wanted to know. “it’s L/n Y/N.” He stared at you one more final time before he walked off, munching on your candies. “See you later Y/n-chin.”

#knb #murasakibara atsushi #murasakibara x reader #haizaki shougo #bullying #kuroko no basuke #candy bribery #british candy #teiko middle school

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spaceumbredoggos · 1 month

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So much for stardust Chapter Thirteen

Kenz’s POV:

The sound of Dipper’s coughing woke me up. I noticed that Ford wasn’t in the room. I looked at the couch and saw a brand new phone right beside me. It wasn’t an android or IPhone, but a new phone that’s Ford’s unique invention. I immediately started setting it up with my old contacts, as well as the new contacts.

I went upstairs and noticed Mabel and Wendy chatting. “So if Pokémon are technically the animals of their universe, does that mean it’s considered bestiality and zoophilic to fuck one? Is the vaporeon copypasta bestiality?”

I choked on my water at Mabel’s abrupt sentence and breathed a sigh of relief that there were no kids in the room. “I’m not a hundred percent sure, I mean, in the Japanese version of the Sinnoh games, a library book said that people used to marry Pokemon.”

Why the fuck are they having this conversation? I immediately left the room, walking into the living room. Dipper was loudly blowing his nose. “Dipper. Can you believe what your sister is talking about?”

“They’ve been having this discussion all morning.” Dipper’s voice was nasally and scratchy. I had to stifle my laugh because it kept cracking like a kindergartener’s. “What brought this up?”

“Someone asked if SpongeBob was a furry, so it escalated from there. It was an interesting morning. Also, we found your stash of—”

“Have you guys been going through my stuff?” I grumbled, suddenly aware that I have been out of commission the entire week and haven’t got a chance to move in. “We may have had to in order to set up your room. We didn’t find anything gross, but we found a lot of cringy OC’s in your art, which were well drawn.”

“Why would I keep anything sus within reach of you hooligans?” Dipper burst out laughing so hard that he started to cough again. “I’m going to make my fucking breakfast. If I hear a single one of you fuckers shout the vaporeon copypasta, I’ll scalp you and hang those scalps to scare the coyotes.”

I went into the kitchen, opening the cupboards to get some cereal, only for a bunch of ping pong balls to fall out. “What the fuck?”

“Oops. That was supposed to be for Soos.” Stan was laughing his ass off. “You know he’s sick with the flu? This is the last thing he needs!!!” I grabbed the cereal and poured it, then the milk, into the bowl. I started eating when Wendy walked in. “Hey.”

“Hey.” I finished my food and washed my bowl in the sink, then sat back down. I sat down on the couch, then noticed Dipper was passed out on the couch. He was hardly breathing and his breaths were raspy and distressed. “Shit.” I put my phone down and felt Dipper’s forehead. “He’s burning up. Someone has to get him some medicine. Where’s Ford when you need him?”

I heard him cough in his room. “Out sick.” Wendy coughed, wiping her nose. “They’re dropping like flies.” I paced back and forth. “Someone should go and get some medicine from CVS.”

“I’ll do it.” Wendy volunteered, but I shook my head. “You look pale. You should head home.”

“But—“

“I’ll cover your shift. Mabel is the only one who hasn’t caught this besides me. I’ll send her to get the medicine. Go home and rest.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s time I start beating my weight around here.” I put my foot down, heading to the cash register. “Have you even worked retail before?”

“It doesn’t matter. You can’t work sick. You look like you walked out of your own open casket funeral. This is a bad flu, as in, it sucks more than anything. If it can knock out Dipper cold, it’s gonna get you. I’m not letting you take this chance.”

Wendy paused as she realized that I wasn’t backing down. “Fine.” She packed up her things and went home as I put on a name tag and sat at the register. I watched a pair of toddlers sticking their fingers in the gnome cage. I walked up to the toddlers, but before I can react, one of them got bitten and started bawling. I bolted over to the ice chest and grabbed some ice and disinfectant, as well as a first aid kit. I rubbed the toddler’s back and gave him a hug. “It’s okay. That gnome was scary, wasn’t it? Probably not a good idea to stick your hand in there.” I bandaged the toddler’s hand before a woman bolted up to me and swatted me away. “Ouch.”

“What the fuck are you doing to my kid, you pervert!!!!” The woman had a typical Karen haircut and she picked up her child, who started bawling again. “Please refrain from using that type of language in front of your kids, ma’am. He simply stuck his hand in the gnome cage and got bitten. I treated the injury with ice, an antiseptic and anti-gnome serum, then wrapped it with the bandage. But I had to calm him down first.”

“Kenz was really nice. They even gave me a lolly!!!”

“UNACCEPTABLE!!! YOU QUEER FOLK MAKE ME SICK!!! LET ME SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER TO GET A REFUND OR I WILL SUE YOU FOR GROOMING, YOU PREDATOR!!!”

Suddenly, I could see my father’s ice blue eyes staring back at me. Tears welled up in my face as the woman got out her phone and started filming. Rage bubbled beneath the surface, but I kept my cool and turned around. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, Ma’am!!!”

“I am not a ma’am. I have no gender.”

“You are a Ma’am. God made you a woman, so be one!!!” The Karen slapped me across my face, knocking me down as I stared at her. Does she even know where she is? Gravity Falls has the highest queer population in the entire United States. Possibly the world. It’s the only US town that bans anyone remotely homophobic. How did she get in?

I tried to stand up, but I was smacked down again. “Come on, Timmy and Carter. We’re leaving this freak town. Let me call my lawyer.”

“But mommy, Kenz was—“

“A failure to society who only works retail in this town of freaks. Look at their TikTok and instagram. They’re a furry. I bet they use the litterbox and identify as a cat.”

I couldn’t hold back my rant any longer. “Y’know if you kids did half the research I did, you’d know that most the furry stereotypes are false, and furries with fursuits have enough money to be considered members of congress. A furry is just a fandom, like Star Trek and Pokemon. It’s basically people who like anthro animals, which have been a thing in human society since the dawn of time. I’m sure that as long as humanity has existed, furries have also existed, just in a different form. Now for individuals that NONPHYSICALLY, I repeat, NONPHYSICALLY, identify as animals or other species, that’s therians and other kin, which also has existed as long as there have been humans. People who physically identify as animals and actually use litter boxes actually have clinical zooanthropy and need to seek psychiatric help.”

“That’s something a furry would say—“

“And the whole litterbox thing. That’s a hoax spread by transphobic Tucker Carlsons who advocate for the legal genocide of innocent people who don’t fit the cishetero norm. I can’t believe that as a society we allow rich white geriatric pigs to stay in charge whilst our youth is struggling on the streets. Those pigs brand it as a substance abuse issue when it’s so much fucking more. It’s so fucking easy for anyone who doesn’t have an established wealth in this country to end up homeless, it’s sickening. Especially if you’re a minority.” I stood my ground, but the Karen wasn’t budging at all. “How dare you use Tucker Carlson’s name in that light!!! Shame on you!!! You’ll burn in hell for spreading your queer agenda.”

I kept my cool until the Karen smacked me in the face with her purse so hard that my ears rang and my nose bled. I laid on the floor as the Karen ran away towards the door. Feeling every sense of rationality fade from me, I rushed at the Karen and bit her on the forearm. She swiped me off and pepper sprayed me in the eyes, blinding me as I laid on the floor in a daze. I didn’t even realize that I was on all fours. I also failed to notice that I was a slate grey almost black wolf like creature with electric blue umbreon-like rings on my ears, forehead, tail, and legs, with black draconic like wings with electric blue rings. My wrists and ankles had barbs as well as my tail and wings. The thing that hinted me of the transformation was the Karen’s scream of terror. “FUR FREAK!!!” She immediately started calling 911 as I stood up, seeing my reflection in the mirror. No no no no no.

Everything was going wrong as I bolted outside, fleeing into the woods. I climbed up a tree all the way to the top, trying to force myself to transform back. “No. This is just a dream! A fever dream!! Yeah. I got sick with the flu too! I’m just passed out on the couch and having a fever dream!!!” I bit at my foreleg, and the pain was real. “Pain doesn’t prove anything.” I bit myself again, and this time, I had realized that this was indeed happening.

“No no no. The prophecy can’t be true. I have to turn back!!!” I fell out of the tree and realized that I didn’t break anything. “Fuck!!!” I then realized that a one armed lady with grey hair and one amber and one grey eye wearing a red shirt and black patchy pants holding a staff had broken my fall.

“Hey!!! Watch where you’re going!!” I bolted off before realizing that I had caught my neck in a snare. No no no!!!

#gravity falls #self insert #self insert oc #wendy corduroy #mabel pines #dipper pines #so much for stardust

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𝕭𝖎𝖌 𝕸𝖆𝖓 𝕿𝖔 𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖓, 𝕺𝖛𝖊𝖗 (Big Man To Little Man, Over)

The Lost Boys + Laddie

TW: Language, violence, misuse of walkie talkies, might make you cry

I wrote this because I was talking to @endless-nyx and @6lostgirl6 and we came up with these ideas and I wanted to make it into a fic. SO HERE IT IS!! ENJOY! This is an old fic from my old account.

Paul and Marko decided that it was a great idea to buy some walkie talkies for the group. And in theory it was….. but the terror twins always seem to find a way to turn something that was supposed to be fun, into a goddamn war. They were all sitting in the main part of the cave, like most nights when they are in the cave. Only this time, they had their new little toys. Paul and Marko were sitting next to each other, David in his ‘throne’ (tears in his eyes), and Laddie and Dwayne were on another couch.

It started out fine. Fun even. But Paul kept getting upset because “TWISTED SISTER TO BILLY IDOL! YOU HAVE TO SAY OVER!! OVER!” He yelled into the walkie in his hand. “SHUT UP PAUL! OVER” David yelled back, into his own walkie. “EAT SHIT AND DIE PAUL!! OVER!” He continued. Paul looked at David, offended. “Well damn. Over” he said into his walkie. And because the terror twins tend to stick together, Marko jumped in. “Pigeon boy to Billy idol. Damn dude. You didn’t have to be so harsh. Over.” Marko said into his own walkie.

Dwayne and Laddie would tend to have their own little conversations on the walkies together. Theirs being much more calm and fun conversations. But with all the yelling going on at the moment, it was a bit more difficult. But they still tried. Laddie also refuses to respond to anyone over the walkies unless they use his codename. His codename being little man. He chose it because Dwayne’s codename is big man. Dwayne thought it was adorable. After a few moments, Marko and Paul started up again. “Billy idol…. Pigeon boy to Billy idol. Over.” He spoke into the walkie. David tried to calm himself down and took a deep breath, which didn’t help at all, before responding. “Loud and clear. Over.” He said in a low and annoyed tone. “Pigeon boy to Billy idol. Be more enthusiastic! Over!!” Marko teased. If David was still human, his blood pressure would be through the roof right now. “LOUD AND FUCKING CLEAR!! OVER!!” He yelled into the walkie that he was now squeezing in his gloved hand. “Twisted sister to Billy idol. He said ENTHUSIASTIC!! NOT pissed off. Over.” Paul jeered into his walkie, trying to hold back a grin.

David bawled up his free fist. He was now shaking with anger. It almost sounded as if he were hissing. Face turning red and twisting with anger. “Pigeon boy to twisted sister. Damn. I didn’t think vampires could get so red. Over.” Marko said to Paul. Both trying to stifle their laughter. Through gritted teeth, David managed to strangle out a reply. “LOUD AND CLEAR PIGEON BOY, LOUD AND CLEAR. OVER.” Dwayne and Laddie were both sitting on their own couch, just watching the scene unfold. “Little man to big man. Is David dying? Over” Laddie asked Dwayne. David whipped his head around in their direction and gave Laddie a death glare. Dwayne just raised his walkie to his mouth. “Big man to little man. That’s a strong possibility. Over.” Dwayne and Laddie shared a short glance at each other before returning their attention back to the still seething vampire.

“Big man to pigeon boy. Standby for assistance. Over.” Dwayne spoke into the walkie. He might need some help if the shit hits the fan. More than it already has. Marko, looking at David’s seething figure. “Pigeon boy to big man…. Uhhhhh, that’s a negatory on the assistance. I’m getting out of the line of fire. Over and out.” Marko replied, before promptly standing up and heading for the cave entrance. Angry tears are streaming down David’s face. His nails digging into the arms of his chair. “Twisted sister to big man. I’m with pigeon boy on this one. Over and out.” Paul said as he hurriedly followed Marko out of the cave. They’d leave even if the sun was out. Anywhere was safer than in there right now. Even though they were the ones that started it.

Once Paul and Marko had gotten up the old wooden stairs, leading them back up to the top where they kept their bikes, they turned to each other. Grinning. “Twisted sister to pigeon boy. Operation ‘give Billy idol an aneurysm’ successful.” “Pigeon boy to twisted sister. Copy that. Over.” Then both Marko and Paul burst out laughing. Cackling. (Meanwhile, Dwayne is sitting in the cave like….. “yes. This is fine” while everything around him is burning) “I CAN FUCKING HEAR YOU TWO ASSHOLES!!” David yells into his walkie. Causing the terror twins to freeze momentarily, before ultimately cracking up even harder than before.

David started to disassociate. “Little man to big man. I’m scared. Over.” Laddie whispers into his walkie. Dwayne throws an arm over Laddie’s shoulder. “Big man to little man. Let’s get you some ice cream. Over.” He says. Earning a smile from Laddie. “WHY ARE YOU STILL USING YOUR WALKIES!!?? YOURE RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER!!” David yells. Not even bothering with his stupid walkie anymore. Dwayne just raises his walkie to his mouth and stares David dead in the eyes. “Big man to Billy idol. BECAUSE WE FUCKING CAN. OVER!”

Marko and Paul come back down into the cave. Fist fight ensues. David finally gets up out of his chair and squares up to the terror twins, who have each other’s backs, and they start fighting. David accidentally hits Paul way too hard and he drops to the ground in the fetal position and starts crying. “Aww! My poor baby!!” Marko coos at Paul as he kneels down next to him. “FUCK YOUR BABY!” David yells. Marko looks up at David. “I WILL WHEN HE STOPS CRYING!” He yells back. Paul immediately stops crying. He lifts his head up, smirks and winks at Marko. Dwayne just sighs and rolls his eyes. “Big man to little man. How about that ice cream now? Over.” Laddie grinned. “Little man to big man. Affirmative on the ice cream. Over.”

All this happened about a month ago. A lot has happened since then. A girl named Star was brought into the group only days after the whole ‘walkie talkie fiasco’. And about a week ago, this new guy Michael, joined the group for a hot second. But him, along with Star kinda really thoroughly betrayed the boys. Marko was killed in his sleep, and to get revenge, the boys went to Michaels house to kill everyone in sight. Except for Laddie of course. Unfortunately, the boys were unsuccessful and died. Laddie ended up staying with the Emersons. Michael’s mothers idea.

Laddie was laying in his bed, fresh tears on his face. He picked up his walkie that he still carried with him, even if there was never going to be anyone on the other end. He lifted it to his mouth. “Little man to big man. Come in big man. Over.” He croaked out through tears. “Little man to big man. I miss you. Over.” He finished. Bringing the walkie back down to his chest. A few moments passed before he heard it. The walkie crackled for a moment before he heard a faint voice come over it. “Big man to little man. I miss you too. It’s okay little man. Don’t cry. Over.”

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Pleasure, Pain, and Power Chapter 12

Chapter 12-All One's Sins

Summary: Cont. of Chapters 8, 9, 10, &11 Ren and Jasmine talk about his line of work, and Fox has a heated conversation with Kangaroo regarding his job.

Contains: Hurt/comfort, oral sex, breath play, humiliation, recording, pet play, inhuman genitalia mentions of drinking, snuff, murder

NSFW

MDNI

“Um, I’m sorry I didn’t bring it up, but your last night away, you did call me. You didn’t tell me much, but you sort of told me…what it is you do.” Ren pulled away even more, his nose scrunched and eyebrows narrowed. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t even know how it happened, but we were on the phone and you kept talking about it, and I didn’t want to bring it up, and I thought you’d be mad, and now I just want to go back to normal and forget it, and-” “What did I say?” Ren cut her off and Jasmine stared at him. “H-huh?” “What did I say, Pet? What did I say I do?” He was gritting his teeth and clawing into the tiles. Jasmine fumbled her words, she had been trying to block out what he said to help ease her paranoia. “I-you said, um, it was mean of me to capture Kangaroo, and it’s your job to do that, and you don’t torture with cartoons. You said that’s what…red rooms are for.” She sniffled and Ren’s eyes got wide, a single tear fell down Jasmine’s cheek. “And then you talked about your trip, and making a mess, and-” “Stop, just stop, Pet.” Ren pinched the bridge of his nose and ran his fingers through his hair. “Ughh, I need to not let Diamond talk me into drinking so much.” “You mentioned her too-” “I said stop! Alright, listen.” He leaned back, collecting his thoughts. He’s never had a pet find out about his work due to a drunken phone call, and certainly hasn’t had one bring it up so pathetically. Not to mention…she didn’t seem particularly scared. Their whole day had been nice up until this point, and had he been asked, Ren wouldn’t be able to tell she knew at all. She was silent while he leaned back, of course now she looked frightened. Although, it was more akin to someone fearing the consequences of confessing a sin or betrayal, rather than genuine fear of a dangerous partner. It reminded Ren of himself from long ago. He looked at her teary eyes, she was averting his gaze, not wanting to face her disappointed owner. A piece of his heart broke off seeing her like this, but he had to remain firm and composed.

“Well, I didn’t want you to find out like this, obviously. Usually when those in the past found out it was under much more…serious circumstances.” Jasmine sunk even deeper into herself, and lowered her head even more till her nose almost touched the bubbles. Had it not been for the sheer brutality of their conversation, it may have been comical to see a couple having a fight like this in a hot tub. “Aaahh, I’m not going to hurt you, Pet.” She peaked up at him through her hair, he looked more as though he was keeping himself from strangling her rather than trying to ease her anxiety. His grin resembled an animal baring its teeth, and not happy or content at all. “Thank you for telling me, though. Now answer me this, you’re quiet, what’s going on in that little head?” His voice got softer, likely out of mental exhaustion from the day and her news. “I…it’s a lot to process.” She sniffled while still averting his gaze, which Ren didn’t like, and his voice rose at her again. “Yeah, well it’s a lot for me to ‘process’ too. Are you going to answer me, or are you going to keep hanging your head and crying?” She threw her arms around his neck and started bawling. “I don’t know, I don’t care anymore! I just don’t want you to be mad at me anymore! Please Ren, I want to go back. I don’t care what you do, I just want to go back to how things were when you weren’t mad with me!” Jasmine sobbed into his neck while he thought her response over. On one hand, she now knew his secret way earlier on in their relationship than he would have liked. On the other hand, she seems to be broken in enough to not fully process it. I’ll listen to the phone call later, whatever I said couldn’t have been that bad, or she would have tried escaping earlier. He remembered all the alone time she had with various employees, and didn’t even try to slip a note. He held her shoulders and pulled her back to face him. “Is that true, Pet? Do you really want to go back to how things were?” Jasmine held his wrists and nodded her head. “And be honest, I won’t be mad, are you afraid of me?” A lie. She thought for a moment, but shook her head. “You told me if I’m good I won’t get punished, and you haven’t gone back on that” Another lie. Her whispered voice was almost too quiet to hear. God, she just looks too…pitiful to be mad at her right now. He pulled her into a hug, and placed her head on his neck. “Okay then, darling, we can do that. Looks like no one will be hurt tonight.”

After they calmed down, they decided to head back upstairs. They dried off, put on their coverups, and took the elevator back up. For the first time, Ren allowed Jasmine to shower by herself while he tied something up in his office. Quickly, she rinsed off and washed her hair. She was eager to get to sleep and start fresh the next day. While Ren was in his office, he went through the notes Kangaroo had left him. Nothing here seems to indicate a change in behavior, I can interrogate him tomorrow, though. He looked at his call log, something he probably should’ve done that morning when he woke up hungover. Sure enough, an outgoing call to Jasmine was made around midnight that night. He scrubbed through the video feed to that time and saw Jasmine sobbing on the couch. I’ll have Kangaroo access the call audio tomorrow too. For now, though, this will work. He scrubbed through her cries and watched her go to sleep. He laid back, running his fingers through his hair and sighed. He still wasn’t sure how he wanted to proceed. She seems broken in enough, but once the shock and tears die down, she’ll have questions. Questions neither of us want me to answer. I guess business as usual till those pop up. He walked into the bedroom just as soon as Jasmine was climbing into bed. She smiled and flipped the covers down, inviting him in. He smiled back and kissed her forehead. “I need to shower too, Pet, but I’ll be quick.” Jasmine had almost fallen asleep when Ren came back and snuggled up to her. They laid there spooning for a while before Jasmine spoke up. “Ren, there’s something else you said that night.” He held her tighter and buried his face in her hair. “Drop it, Pet, we need to sleep.” “But yo-” “Drop. It.” His teeth gritted and Jasmine backed down. If he wasn’t joking about his work on that call, she wondered if he meant that he loved her as well. Ren’s alarm went off early in the morning, and the sun shone through the slits in the curtains. He rolled over and sleepily hit the snooze button, only to go back to hugging Jasmine. He liked to have a few extra minutes hugging her. As he woke up, he remembered their night together and sighed into her neck. This made Jasmine finally wake up enough to turn around and hug onto Ren’s waist. They laid there together until his alarm went off again, causing them to both curse and groan. He kissed her head and shut it off while rubbing sleep from his eyes. They played their usual game of Ren trying to get out of bed, only for Jasmine to drag him back into her clutches. While laughing, she pinned him to the bed with his arms above his head, only to fall onto him and nuzzle her face into his neck. If she’s willing to ignore it so easily, then I can too.

Ren

After strapping Jasmine’s collar back onto her neck, Ren was off to work. After the long drive to his bunker, he changed into his usual techwear and went to find Kangaroo. He found him with Rhino at his desk. Kangaroo was sitting behind it, typing away at his computer, while Rhino leaned against the wall talking to him. “Oh hey Fox! How were things after I dropped you to lovebirds off?” He was smiling, and nudged Rhino at the mention of ‘lovebirds’. “Oh it was perfect, just fine, yeah. Say, Kangaroo, answer me this. Can you do your fucking job?” His smile fell, but Rhino’s face rose. “Oh, what’d you do this time buddy?” He asked, nudging his coworker back even harder. “I didn’t do anything, what’s wrong now?” “Oh, well let me see. You know THIS?” He asked, gesturing to the walls and room around him. “Yeah, all this, Jasmine now knows about. I ask you to visit her and take notes for me, and you didn’t see anything that would’ve tipped you off she was onto it?” Kangaroo’s jaw dropped, and his eyes grew wide. “No, she was fine when I visited her! How the Hell could she have found out? Wait-” “Not important.” Fox cut him off. “Wait, did you call her before you called me the other night? Did you tell her while you were drunk? Why are you yelling at me?!” They were now screaming at each other, all while Rhino smirked and watched the show. “I’m yelling at you because I put you in charge of watching her! You’re supposed to find out these things while I’m away!” Kangaroo stood up, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fox. I. Am not. A fucking mind reader. Next time I’ll watch through the feed from when I’m not there. Do you want me to tap your phone line too? How about I just spend the night on your couch next time, huh?” Fox glared at him, he knew he was right, but didn’t want to admit it. “I do job after job for you. I was working the whole time, while also driving out to check on your Pet. Which, by the way, is no short drive.” Fox took a deep breath and reached into his jacket. “You’re right, Kangaroo. You do, in fact, do ‘job after job’ for me.” He handed over a white envelope, which was quickly snatched out of his hand. “So here’s the bonus I promised for that.” He sighed, leaning back, and holding his ears. “I apologize for yelling, happy?” Kangaroo thumbed through the cash in the envelope and glared back at him, a mischievous smile spreading on his face. “Hmmm, almost. Hey Rhino, did you know Fox has a collection of body pillows?”

After a much more embarrassing, yet light hearted, yelling match between the two, Fox asked him to pull up the call log from that night. He knew what Jasmine said, but wanted to hear it for himself. Towards the end of the day, he got it, and listened to it in his office. The worry in Jasmine’s voice was much more clear, and he winced and cringed at his description of his “mess”. He threw his head down on his desk and groaned. “Yeahhh, I should. I love you Jasmine! Goodnight!” His head shot back up, and his eye twitched. I really really need to stop letting Diamond talk me into drinking so much. He shut his eyes tight and hid his face behind his hands. Oh God, this is what she wanted to tell me last night, isn’t it?

…

Ren returned home to Jasmine waiting for him, drink in hand, at the front door. “Hello darling, I missed you!” She stood in place, not wanting to get too close to the entrance. Walked in and hugged her, tail swishing back and forth. He took a sip of his drink, a rum and coke, and kissed Jasmine’s cheek. “I missed you too, Pet, it’s nice to be home again.” He took off her collar and lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and carried her to the living room. She placed the drinks on the coffee table after he sat her down, and was pinned by her wrists to the sofa. She smiled at her fox climbing on top of her, and kissed him passionately. Their love making was cut short by a deep rumble coming from Ren’s stomach. Reluctantly, he climbed off of her and decided it was time to start on dinner. He made a delicious shrimp scampi with garlic bread. While filling each other in on their days, Ren briefly brought up the talk he had with Kangaroo. “So anyways, at the start of my day, Kangaroo decided to mention the pillows we have in the bedroom to Rhino.” It took a moment for Jasmine to think, but giggled when she realized he was talking about his daki collection. “With that being said, and not that I’m planning on it anytime soon, I think I’ll leave someone else in charge of checking in on you next time I’m away.” Jasmine quickly swallowed her food and refuted him. “I liked Kangaroo, I thought he did a really good job with me. You aren’t thinking about firing him, are you?” He laughed and set his fork down, picking up his drink instead. “My dear, people don’t get fired in my line of work.” Silence fell amongst the two and Jasmine stared into her diner. “To answer your question, though, no. He won’t be fired, nor will he be dealt with in other ways. I just thought someone else might be a better fit for you, is all.” Jasmine twirled her fork and made a puzzling look at Ren. “Well…I was thinking about that earlier, actually. I guess it wouldn’t really be murder, would it?” Ren choked on his drink and gave her an even more puzzled and alarmed look. “I mean, since you’re not, you know…human?” Ren dabbed at his mouth with his napkin and choked out a laugh. “Darling, you think too much, and you’re too smart to be asking me these things. You know how I feel about questions.” They fell into silence again, but Ren could see the thoughts behind her eyes. “Fine, you can ask me one of your little questions if you promise to drop it. I’ll answer it honestly, you have my word.” Jasmine’s face rose and she set down her fork, thinking which to ask. Why does he do it? No, he’d just say it’s because he’s good at it. How does he do it? I don’t think I’d want to know. How many people does he work with? How many people does he know? What does he make per video? Does he stream it? Where does he go everyday? What’s in his…oh God… “What’s in your office?” She figured wherever he goes is the main base of operations, but couldn’t wrap her head around what would be in the home office of a snuff filmmaker. “Hm, congratulations, Pet. You asked a smart, yet dangerous, question. Are you sure you want to know?” Jasmine put her hands in her lap and slowly nodded her head. “Alright, finish your food and I’ll show you.”

Jasmine put the dishes in the washer and followed Ren to his office. He hid himself while typing the passcode into the keypad, and flung the door open, turning on the lights. Jasmine followed him in, and looked at the room in awe. The walls were painted red, a big black rug laid on the hardwood floors. His desk sat at the right side of the room with a big tapestry behind it, depicting the emblem that was on her daily shock collar. The wall to the side of it was so full of so much anime paraphernalia, it would put most other collections to shame. Even his desk had a few figurines, as well as a framed photo of her. Although, she didn’t remember the photo being taken. The bandage on her chest told her it was taken the morning after their second night together. She reached up and touched the scars, remembering that night well. On the opposite side of the room, a large dog crate sat with a sex swing suspended from the ceiling above. She walked over to it and touched one of the straps. “In the past, I’ve brought pets in here when they’ve been bad, or when I just missed them while working. Having a photo on your desk is nice and all, but sometimes I just want to look up from my laptop and see them hanging up or napping in the crate.” She turned her attention to Ren, ignoring what looked like an old blood stain on the swing. She started up with another question, but cut herself off, remembering what he said about dropping the topic. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “Okay Ren, you answered my question. I’ll be good now, and drop it. Thank you.” He placed his hands on her hips and licked his lips at her. “Such a good girl, why don’t you show your owner just how obedient you are.” She bit her lip and thought fast. Letting go of his shoulders, she sank down to her knees and nuzzled her face against his thigh. He mentioned again how good she was when she kissed his bulge. He undid his belt and unzipped his pants, letting his cock out. Jasmine kissed up the shaft and maintained eye contact with him the whole time she did it. “You’re so adorable when you’re like this, Pet, and you know this is where you belong.” She nodded her head, a faint “yes sir” escaping her lips before she used them on his head. She stuck out her tongue, and slid her mouth down his aching cock. She licked at his knot and he threw his head back in ecstasy. He looked back down when she gained a steady rhythm, bobbing her head up and down, and their gaze met again. He moved one hand to the side of her head, guiding her down as far as she could go, the other hand went in to pinch her nose. “Good girl, choke for me, I’ll let you breathe soon.” A small squeak tried to escape her throat, but nothing could get past Ren’s knot. Her tongue hurt as it was forced down onto her teeth, but she remained still, she knew he wouldn’t keep her here for too long. Sure enough, when she was about to run out of air, he let go of her nose and guided her head off his cock. She looked up at him, mouth agape and panting for air. “Aww, I could look at that all day, couldn’t I? In fact-” He gripped the side of her hair again, keeping her in place, while he looked for something in his pocket. He brought out his phone, and rubbed himself on the side of Jasmine’s face. “Look up darling, and keep that pretty mouth open~” She obeyed, and allowed him to take picture after picture of her. Feeling herself getting wet at the sheer embarrassment, she started to grind herself against the floor. That is, until Ren stopped her and insisted she hump his leg instead. “Come on, you can do it, act like the pet you know you are.” She clung to his hips and rubbed herself on his shin. God this is so humiliating, I’m so pathetic, how the Hell am I so turned on from this? What is wrong with me?

This was one of the rare times Ren opted to cum over her face instead of down her throat or inside of her. Her mouth was wide open and drooling, one eye was shut as he came right on her lid. He, of course, took another embarrassing photo of her and flipped through the photos he took. “Hmmm, I can’t choose which to put on my desk, the one I just took or the first one…Oh no, I never said stop, Pet, I want to see you finish.” Jasmine had stopped humping his leg after he came, thinking he’d let her up. She was wrong, and she cautiously kept going. He wiped the cum from her eye, only so she could keep looking at the camera. He popped his thumb in her mouth, letting her taste him again, but kept the rest of his cum smeared on her face. He had stopped taking photos, and was now filming her. Her breath hitched when he extended his leg out so she could better grind herself on him. She felt herself getting close, she gripped tighter on his hips, and her gaze faltered as she let out a loud, filthy, moan. She breathed heavily, still clutching to his hips, and looked back up at Ren and his camera. “Such a good girl, it’s not too hard to learn your place, now is it?”

By this time, they were both ready for a nice, long bath. They sunk into the hot, bubbly water, the whole room smelled like citrus and pine. Jasmine looked around the room, thinking to herself while laying on Ren’s chest. The bathroom was connected to the bedroom, and the back wall would be against Ren’s office. She decided not to ask why the bathroom wall was larger than the one she saw in his office.

Notes: Might take a *short* break, just to map out how I want the next few chapters to go. If anyone wants to see a filler chapter of Ren and Jasmine, let me know! All recommendations are welcome, either in AO3 comments, or in my Tumblr ask :)

#the price of flesh #boyfriend to death #ren hana #tpof ren hana #tpof fox #tpof announcer #tpof fanfic #pleasure pain and power

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