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cottoncandy-jester · 4 years

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✨lay down now darling its time for a dream✨

Little Cucciolo (leone abbacchio x male reader)

Yay my first jjba story! There are many many more in the works and as always requests are open

Honestly Im a fan of writing reader as a literal dumb feral beast cause it reminds me of one of my ocs and they are fun so expect more fics with this type of reader

This story contains: pet play, anal sex, use of the word master, degrading, praise kink(if you squint), reader being a dumbass feral animal, dumbification

Cucciolo= puppy

"whose such a good boy? Whose such an obedient pet?"

" ah- me! Me me me master, it's me!"

Your excited squeals as you sat on your knees under the table made leone chuckle before running his hands through your hair. As he poked his fingers through the muzzle you wore he had to pull it back fast since you tried to bite him with your sharp teeth. Usually he would punish such actions but he allowed it since you were whining about food before you all got here.

Honestly you were more animal than person but that was okay, abacchio was the one to find you in an alley way eating rotten meat. At first he was going to leave you be but when you reached for him and let out those helpless little whines he couldn't help but take you home. With lots of training, care, and love you became the perfect pet you are now.

"is the puppy hungry? Hmm? If I take the muzzle off you can't bite anyone okay? Understand?"

The male's stern tone made you nod before you nuzzled your face against his thigh clearly wanting to get your face in-between his legs but Leone quickly stopped you before giving you a light glare.

"not that, not now..later if you are good you can have a taste"

Leone sighs as he unbuckled the muzzle and placed it on top the table only to put a plate of food onto the ground watching as you ate messily as if you were some starved beast.

Leone glanced down at you with a smile before focusing on calmly drinking a glass of wine, wrapped around his hand was a black leash attached to a black leather collar with a shiny purple heart tag with the words 'belongs to leone abbacchio' carved on it in black letters. You were his and everyone knew, hell the others would rarely touch you besides giving pets on your head or quick pats on your back

Well everyone besides giorno who had no fear of abbacchio's rules and would often praise and pet you whenever you were close enough, like right this moment when he reached under the table and softly snapped his fingers to gain your attention which worked.

Leone felt a faint tug on the leash so he looked down to check on you only to see you were on the other side of the table your body settled between giorno's legs as he seemed to be feeding you cake lovingly while softly giving you praises such as 'good boy' or even beckoning you to eat more.

"say ahh.. careful not to spill cream on you would hate to get you all messy"

Giorno's hushed dominant tone seemed to piss leone off but it only got worse when the male saw the blonde gently pull you up before slowly leaning down to lick cream off your cheek while glancing at your so called master.

Leone snapped and yanked the leash roughly seeing you fall back to the ground along with hearing a gagging sound from you before you looked at the source of the tug flinching at the sight of a very angry leone.

"come here, now"

It didn't take long before you were crawling under the table returning to leone's side and gripping his leg kissing it and his shoes as a way to apologize. The male glared down at you in disgust before simply scooping you into his arms before eying giorno he will deal with that asshole later.

Leone calmly walked into the bathroom before locking it and dropping you to the ground. He yanked your leash tightly as he pressed his heel against your bulge, he could feel how hard you were and just the sight of you like this drove him crazy.

"tell me slut, what the hell was that?"

"i-i wanted cake..you were busy so giorno offered to share"

Your soft voice was one he rarely heard since he was far more used to your random feral squeals and squeaks but it made him feel special since you only spoke to politely to him.

"when the Cucciolo needs something..who does he come to no matter what?"

Leone leaned down glaring at you as you kept your head down now sitting on your knees avoiding eye contact, you bit your bottom lip only to feel leone softly pull your lip from under your teeth

"speak, pet. Who do you go to when you want or need something?"

"m-master..I go straight to master and no one else"

Leone gripped your face with his hand now squishing your cheeks together and forcing eye contact, he wanted you to know that he was angry with you that what you did was wrong.

"then why would you even dare go to that bastard?! It's like you want to be punished"

After speaking leone pulled back before unhooking the leash from your collar and forcing you to stand. He glanced at the bathroom counters before giving a short whistle motioning you to bend over, a motion you are fairly familiar with.

It took you less than a second to bend over on the counter before you got to work on pulling down your pants only to feel leone roughly grab your arms and tie them behind your back using the leash as a rope.

"did I tell you to do that? You are just being so fucking bad today"

With an annoyed click of his tongue leone simply yanked your underwear and pants down in one swift yank. Your ass was already still red from the spanking you had gotten a few nights prior for biting leone and the sight made the male suck in a sharp breath

"spanking is far too good for you, no no a slutty boy like you deserve a punishment that will make you think twice about even being near that stupid bastard"

The Anger in leone's voice gave you shivers but then you heard a ripping noise and before you could question it you felt something shoved into your mouth. You recognized this fabric..it was your very own underwear

"now, here's what's gonna happen whore I'm going to finger this slutty little hole and see just how many times you cum just from that, is that understood?"

Once he saw you nod leone licked two of his fingers before he shoved them both in with zero warning, the feeling made your body twitch as you shuddered and squirmed lightly now feeling precum dribble down your cock as you waited for leone to move his fingers with a needy whine escaping you.

When leone did move he showed absolutely no mercy, his thick fingers shoved deep into your hole before he scared to do a scissor motion while pumping in and out deeply enjoying your insanely slutty squeals and moans.

"you slutty mutt, I bet you wanted this eh? You wanted to piss me off so I would punish you. You're always so eager for my fucking attention even if it means me ripping your hole open like this!"

His cold words ended with him adding a third finger inside if you now roughly pumping his fingers in and out spreading them as far as they would go. Your muffled who and feral bucking of your hips as you cummed only made leone hard but he needed more, he needed to feel you climax more. It was like an addiction watching your lewd face from the bathroom mirror the way your eyes rolled back as you slobbered all over the underwear in your mouth was enough to give him shivers.

His gluttony to make you cum went on for so long that you were already slurring your words and acting like a total idiot. Your body shook as your babbling was just you begging for his cock to rip you apart, the underwear dropped from your mouth but leone didn't seem to mind and actually adored your sobs and crazy babbling. leone finally gave into your sobbing pleas since he himself was so hard he thought his cock would rip his pants.

"alright slut, I hope you're ready"

As you heard him unzip his pants you were practially wiggling your ass from excitement as your brain was already dumb just from leone's fingers. As you felt leone untie your arms you couldn't help but squeal and whine

"master's cock! Ah! Gimme gimme gimme gimme! Need it need it! My slutty boy parts are tingling! Nghhh-"

Your high pitched squeals were silenced by leone slapping your ass before he pressed his cock against your eager asshole. He was going to give you a second to relax before he pushed in but he gasped when you slammed your ass back forcing him inside you.

"ooohh~ m-master's thick sweet cock is filling me I'm gonna ripppp~"

Leone gripped your hips with a low growl as he started to roughly thrust in and out of you.

"fuck- you're so fucking hot when you are stupid and horny like this so..damn..stupid all you can think about is cock"

His low growling in your ear seemed to only excite you more as your loud rabid moans filled the room. You were drooling with your eyes rolling back as you excitedly stroked your cock with one hand while your other pulling at your own nipples before you pressed your face against the counter getting drool all over it.

"faster! Faster! Faster! Harder! Harder! Break me break me break me!"

Your dumb squeals only got worse as leone did exactly as you screamed. You started to trail your tongue along the counter now not even speaking a proper language and just making random sounds.

"fuck- you are really going crazy there eh Cucciolo? Who owns you?! Who is the only one who can fuck you like this?! Speak!"

It was pure sadistic for leone to demand you to speak knowing you were already too brain fried to form proper words but hearing you squeal what sounded like his name over and over was enough for him.

When it came time for his climax leone digged his nails Into your hips as he slammed his hips harder before he heard a gasp coming from you, you knew exactly when he was going to cum and now came the point where your crazy begging for his cum started.

"need cum..! Insideeee! Dooo it inside! Fill fill fill fill!"

God leone loved how dumb you got cause of him. It was absolutely beautiful and was enough to make him slam his hips and fill your needy hole with his hot cum.

This action caused you to cum for what you think is the 5th time, your hips slammed into the counter as you cummed all on the floor and your body twitched and spasmed with the purest of bliss and euphoria before going totally limp.

Leone slowly pulled out and quickly held your waist so you didn't fall, he softly sat you on the found before pressing soft kisses onto youe face and sweetly, your eyes were drooped as your expression was zoned out, drool dribbled down your chin and you lightly swayed side to side.

He chuckled as he helped you get cleaned up and dressed before placing a soft kiss on your lips. He knew you more than you knew yourself so seeing you like this was nothing new though he did like to make sure you can somewhat talk.

"puppy, I love you"

"yummmmyy..cockkk~"

Yup.

He definitely overdid it.

leone calmly hooked your leash onto your collar before fixing his own clothes and scooping you into your arms feeling you nuzzle your face into his neck while still drooling so he softly rubbed your back now walking out the bathroom only see a line of people who urgently had to pee.

Leone simply smirked as he walked back to the table and calmly took a seat while you slowly took a nap cuddling into Leone while he petted your hair and planting sweet kisses onto your sleeping face.

"my sweet little Cucciolo, I love you more than life itself"

His sweet whispers into your ear earned him a sleepy coo as you felt into a slumber clinging to the man you love.

#jjba imagines #jjba smut #leone abbacchio #leone abbachio x reader #jjba

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bexlynne · 5 years

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Time To Go Slumming (Chapter 1)

(A/N): Hey! I’m finally writing again, after over a year of not! I’m very happy to be doing what I love again. I’ve been working on this story for close to a year, and I’ve finally written enough of it that I’m ready to start posting! Let me know what you think of the story and my OC’s, and let me know if you want to be tagged in future updates of this story! Trigger warnings for this chapter: use of the word ‘whore,’ sexual harassment, violence, mentions of death.

Spot paced back and forth along the roof, fingering the gold finial on his cane. Every so often he stole a glance at the street down below, keeping an eye on his boys. They were just starting to get home, trickling into the lodging house in twos and threes as the sun started to go down. He kept a mental tally, swearing under his breath when he came up two short. The two he was looking for, of course.

"Extra, extra!" Riddle shouted. Her voice carried even to Spot's ears, a block down and two stories up. "Maniac on the loose in 'Hattan! Hundreds flee the city!"

Hot Shot grinned, cupping his hands around his mouth to bellow his own headline. "Unda'paid milkman drives truck through factory! Death count high!"

"Mayor falls in love with seagull!"

"Drunk jockey at Sheepshead runs race without a horse!"

"Drunk vaudeville singer falls off stage mid-song!"

Spot shook his head in disgust, watching as a man stopped them a few feet from the lodging house. He took the pape from Riddle and handed a coin to Hot Shot, touching his cap to both of them before he left. I didn't think it was possible. These two is worse than Kelly.

Pushing himself up from the railing, Spot brought his fingers up to his mouth and let out a piercing whistle. Both newsies looked startled, and he pointed at them with his cane. "Both of ya!" he called. "Get up here." Hot Shot let Riddle slide to the ground, leading the way to the fire escape ladder. Spot could hear them bickering even from where he stood.

"Ladies first," Hot Shot said with a bow.

Riddle took a step back with a shake of her head. "Not a chance. I ain't gonna have ya checkin' me out as I climb the ladder."

"I had ya on my shoulders all day and didn't try nothin' once, what are ya talkin' about?" Hot Shot said indignantly.

"Ya can neva' be too careful," Riddle said in a singsong voice.

"Yeah, since ya care so much 'bout bein' careful," Hot Shot teased.

Riddle parked her hands on her hips with a scowl, like the older boy didn't have a good six inches on her. "Says the fella who let me fall."

"It was an accident!" Hot Shot protested.

"Twice?" Riddle scoffed.

Spot rolled his eyes. "Would you two cut it out an' just get up here?" he yelled down the ladder. He resumed his agitated pacing, muttering to himself. "Why can't ya just act your age?" he said under his breath, casting a baleful glare in their direction.

Hot Shot pulled himself up onto the roof, giving Spot a nod and pausing for a second to give Riddle a hand. She sat down right where she was, leaning her back against the railing and stretching her legs out in front of her. "I wanna sleep," she said with a yawn. "Is it time for bed yet?"

"Quit your gripin', I did all the walkin'," Hot Shot said good-naturedly, nudging her leg with his foot. He reached into his shirt pocket, taking out a slightly squashed hunk of bread and tearing it in half. "Ya eat yet today?"

Riddle sat up straighter, reaching out for it. "No," she said, a note of bitterness in her voice. "Those old bats don't give me a second glance. Judgmental old hags."

Both boys' heads whipped in her direction. "Riddle!" they said at the same time. Spot's tone was scolding, and Hot Shot sounded horrified.

"Ya can't just insult nuns!" the Italian said, his dark eyes wide. He performed the sign of the Blessed Cross, making Riddle -the only one of them who wasn't raised Catholic- roll her eyes.

"Whateva' ya say," she said drily. "My point is, they won't give me food. They think I's some kind a' whore."

Spot grunted. "Ya are a whore."

Riddle opened her mouth to protest, then she changed her mind. "Fair enough." She sat back against the railing, chewing her bread, and Hot Shot dropped down beside her to count out the days' earnings, dividing the coins into two neat piles. Spot waited impatiently for them to finish, tapping out a beat with his cane on the ground.

Most people had a way of getting on his nerves, these two only slightly less than others. They could be irritating enough most days, but these two -the cool-headed Italian and the fiery, flirty gypsy girl- were part of his inner circle, somewhere between allies and friends. Hot Shot was the same age as Spot, fifteen, and the two of them had been fast friends since they were eleven. The other boy had Spot's level head for leadership, but without the quick temper that so often got Spot into trouble. His easy-going nature and the way he kept his temper under control made him a valuable second-in-command to have.

Riddle was a year younger, and the only girl living at the Poplar Street lodging house. She had been only ten years old when she had somehow charmed her way past house manager Mr. Crawley and into the ranks of the Brooklyn newsies, and she hadn't lost any of her skill since then. Then again, she was a lot less trouble back then, and old Mr. Crawley's heart was a lot softer. Either way, her quick thinking and out-of-the-box ideas had earned her a place close to Spot... in more ways than one. She had a few other attributes he was fond of, too.

Finally, Riddle swallowed the last of her bread and looked up, her violet-blue eyes meeting Spot's. "What'd ya need us for?" she asked, starting to untie the length of twine securing one of her braids.

Spot rolled a cigarette between his fingers before striking a match against the concrete and lighting it. He didn't miss Hot Shot's flinch as he did so, or the way he tugged his shirtsleeves down further and wrapped his arms around his torso. Spot saw it all -he saw everything- but he ignored it, blowing out a breath of smoke. "I's been hearin' things from me boids," he said. "There's whispers of a turf war brewin', ova' in Queens."

The other two exchanged glances. "So?" Riddle said cautiously. "Queens always fights ova' boundaries. Stretch is a good enough leada', he keeps 'em in check."

"He did," Spot corrected with a grim smile. "'Til they found 'im in the river."

He kept that eerie smile on his face as Riddle let out a gasp and Hot Shot muttered a curse in Italian. "A'right," Hot Shot said after a moment. "So they's without a leada', and they's fightin' with themselves. What's that gotta do with us?"

Spot rolled his eyes, running his fingers down the length of his cane. "'S only a matta' a' time 'fore a new leada' rises ta the top. New leada's is full a' bluff an' bluster. First thing he'll wanna do is try ta prove himself by takin' Brooklyn."

"Ya don't know that," Hot Shot said with a slight frown.

Spot took a seat, propping his feet up and letting his cigarette dangle from his fingers. "Ya wanna bet? I'se been around long enough ta see three guys take ova' Queens. Neither a' you was here, but Jumper always stomped 'em out quick 'fore they could do any damage." He noticed Riddle stiffen at the mention of the old leader's name, and he was curious as to why. Carefully, he filed that information away before finishing his thought. "We's got a chain goin', and I ain't lettin' myself be the weak link. Brooklyn don't fall, not on my watch."

Riddle rearranged her features carefully, building up her mask of indifference before she spoke again. "That why we ain't allies with them like we are with 'Hattan?"

Spot studied her appraisingly. "More or less," he said finally. "If me boids is right, they'll have a new leada' come summa'. We's'll hafta be on our guard 'til then, make sure they don't try nothin' while it's still every man for hisself. I want ya ta stay away from the borda', Riddle."

"I don't go there, anyways," the girl said, shaking out her hair and stuffing the twine in her pocket. "Too close ta Blade's territory."

"Don't talk about him," Spot snapped. "I ain't in the mood."

Riddle frowned. "I ain't talkin' bout nothin'," she said. "You's the one who brought it up."

"I didn't bring nothin' up," Spot countered. "I just told ya-"

"As entertainin' as this is," Hot Shot cut in. "I'm out. It's too late for sparks ta be flyin' between you two. I's headed ta bed."

Spot glanced up, surprised to see the moon high in the sky. "Yeah, that's prob'ly a good idea," he agreed. "Whaddaya say, Rid? Let's save the sparks flyin' for the bedroom."

Riddle shifted her position to sit by Spot. "Sounds good by me," she said, her hands traveling up his suspender straps to rest behind his neck. Her slender fingers tangled themselves in his hair, and a playful smirk crossed her face. "Let's save the real fun for lata'."

"Yeah, I didn't need ta hear that," Hot Shot stated, scooping up his coins and getting to his feet. "'Night, sorella," he added to Riddle, handing her her share.

Riddle slipped the coins into her pocket and gave him a little wave. "'Night, Hot Shot," she said, laying her head back on Spot's chest. It was only a few moments before his restless energy was back, and he pushed Riddle off of him and crossed over to the railing.

The gypsy girl stood up with a sigh. "I should head down, too," she said. Spot didn't turn, didn't even seem to hear her. "Are ya comin'?" she pressed, wrapping her arms around her waist.

He glanced back at her. "Nah, I'm good up here," he said. "G'night."

Riddle waited a moment, but he was apparently done talking to her. "Night," she said, turning to find the ladder.

"Up and at 'em, boys!" Crawley yelled through the open doorway. He heard a few muffled groans from inside and rolled his eyes, stepping through the doorway and into the darkened room. He was instantly hit with the smell of unwashed socks, teenage boys, and wool clothes drying on the radiator. "C'mon, get up, get up," he scolded, crossing to the first bed he saw and giving the boy in it a shake.

The boy -Tracks, judging by the shock of red hair poking out from under his blanket- swatted Crawley's hand away. "Lea'e me 'lone," he mumbled, curling up tighter.

The house manager shook his head in response, a grin spreading across his face. "C'mon, boys! Up and at 'em!" he ordered, flicking on the lights. He opened the windows for good measure, shivering slightly at the draft. With a glance at Spot's empty bed, he ducked out of the room and took the attic stairs two at a time to wake Riddle. "You up, girlie?" he asked, rapping on the wooden door.

"Yeah, I's gettin' there," the girl called from inside.

"Spot better not be in there with ya," he warned, not budging an inch.

He heard a pause, a snap of suspenders, and then- "oh, Mr. Crawley, we would neva'."

"Don't you try that on me," Crawley retorted, rolling his eyes. "Ya may have those boys all wrapped up in those pretty little fingers a' yours, Miss Ridley, but not me. Where's Conlon?"

The thin door couldn't muffle her laughter, prompting him to roll his eyes again. "No idea. He was up on the roof all night, came down the fire escape. He passed my winda' on by. It was about four, I think. Ain't seen him since then."

Crawley shook his head, turning back to head down the stairs. That boy. Pausing outside the bunk room door to yell a few early morning encouragements to the boys -"Hurry up, ya lazy bums! My ol' granny moves faster than all y'all, God rest her soul!"- he strode into the front room and dropped into his desk chair.

"Mornin'," a voice said, causing the man to jump a foot into the air. Spot stood in the doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the jamb with a smirk on his face.

"Land sakes, boy!" Crawley sputtered, his southern drawl coming out thicker than usual. "Scarin' me nigh ta death like that."

"Calm down, old man," Spot said, leaning lazily against the desk.

"Old," Crawley muttered indignantly. "Ya better watch that mouth a' yours, boy. I'm twenty-five, and ya know it."

"The boys givin' ya trouble?" Spot asked knowingly, ignoring the threat.

Crawley waved a hand dismissively, sitting back down. "Boys'll be boys."

"Not on my watch," Spot said darkly, pushing up from the desk and heading up the stairs.

Riddle passed him on her way down, dressed in a green-and-blue checked shirt and gray trousers, her cap stuck in her back pocket and her hair tied up in braids. "Mornin', Crawley," she said sweetly.

The Texan softened some, sending the girl a fond smile. "Good mornin', darlin'."

Spot rolled his eyes. "Suck up," he hissed to Riddle as he breezed past.

Riddle grinned, flipping him off behind Crawley's back.

"Hey, that ain't very ladylike," a voice drawled from the top of the stairs. Sting sauntered down to stand next to Riddle, his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the wall, just a little too close for her liking. "What about me? Don't I get a good mornin'?"

Riddle crossed her arms over her chest, sliding back a step out of the older boy's reach. Sting- seventeen, always pushing the envelope and a constant thorn in Spot's side. And, by extension, Riddle's. "Good mornin'," she said stiffly.

"Not good enough," Sting said, snatching up one of her suspenders and tugging her towards him. His tone was joking, but his eyes were cold as ice.

"Let go," Riddle said irritably, yanking the strap out of his hands and snapping them up on her shoulders.

"Ohh, I see how it is," Sting said with a grin. "You's Spot Conlon's whore, but when it comes ta the rest of us you's man-shy."

Crawley got to his feet, but Spot beat him to it. "Sting," he said brusquely from the landing. Crawley felt a smile spread slowly across his face. For all his faults, Spot had a radar when it came to Riddle. It made Crawley's job that much easier.

Spot moved down to the bottom step, folding his arms and gripping his cane tightly. "Ya got somethin' ta say ta Riddle?"

Even on the step Spot was about two inches shorter, but Sting's resolve wavered. "No," he muttered.

Sting shifted uncomfortably as Spot's gaze burned into him. "Somethin' ya got ta say ta me? Thoughts on how I run the place?" When he didn't get an answer, Spot's arm jerked up without warning, clipping the bigger boy's jaw with the head of his cane. "Get outta my sight," he ordered. One hand flying up to cradle his chin, Sting fled without a word.

Riddle bit her lip, smiling slightly. "My hero," she teased, wrapping her arms around Spot's neck. She pressed a quick kiss to the side of his neck, right below his ear.

Instead of grabbing her waist and pulling her closer, like he usually did, Spot batted her off. "I's gotta get the boys," he said, sliding his cane through his belt loop without looking at her. "They take too long." He spun on his heel and headed for the staircase.

Crawley hesitated, still standing behind his desk. "You okay, girlie?" he asked, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Riddle glared at Spot's retreating back. "I's fine," she said shortly. "Tell Hot Shot ta hurry it up, will ya?" Shrugging out from under Crawley's hand, she pushed through the front door and let it close with a bang.

Crawley sighed, leaning back against the desk. "It's too early for them to start with this," he muttered.

Riddle was leaning against the red brick wall of the distribution center when the boys got there, poring over a copy of the day's paper. "We get paid ta hawk the papes, not read 'em," Hot Shot said, snatching it out of her hands and examining the headline.

Riddle bumped against him with all her weight, but the Italian boy barely wobbled. "Gotta check out the merchandise," she said. "Figure out the angle for the day."

"Fair enough," Hot Shot said with a shrug, handing the paper back. "Why'd ya skip out on us?" he inquired.

Riddle fiddled with the chain around her neck, sinking down to sit cross-legged with her back to the wall. "Don't see no point in waitin' 'round for the nuns, not when I don't get nothin' outta it," she said finally, spreading the paper out in front of her. "Figured I's'd get here early, beat the crowd."

"Good plan," Hot Shot agreed. "'Cept I don't have my papes yet, so you's still gotta wait."

Riddle threw a bundle of papers at his chest, a smirk spreading across her face. "Ya owe me forty-five cents," she said.

Hot Shot dug around in his pocket and flipped her a fifty-cent piece, deftly catching the nickel she tossed his way with the other hand. "Let's get movin' then, whaddaya waitin' for? We's wastin' daylight and losin' customers." He let his bundle of papes rest on his shoulder, pushing his long dark bangs out of his eyes. "Usual spots. Yell if ya get inta trouble, 'kay Rid?" When a moment or two went by without an answer he tried again. "Rid. Ridley," he said in a singsong voice. "Riddle!"

His selling partner flinched, her violet-blue eyes snapping into focus. "What? Jeez, Hot Shot."

"Bad mornin'?" he asked, the corner of his mouth lifting in a grin. "You was blankin' out."

"Shuddup," Riddle said, ducking away from him. "I don't blank out. I was plottin' out my sellin' patterns for the day," she added primly.

"Sure," Hot Shot said knowingly. "Flirt with anythin' that moves and beg for money. Takes a lotta thought ta plan that one."

"Didn't I tell ya ta shut up?" Riddle protested, dodging the hand that reached out to ruffle her hair. "Get out there, we's got papes ta sell. I ain't buyin' your dinner for ya tonight."

"Yes, ma'am," the older boy said with mock severity. "Ya won't see me again today." Shaking his head with a smirk, he headed off towards Prospect Park. "I'll take the south side a' the park, you take the north."

"No... Hot Shot!" Riddle yelled after him. "Wind's comin' from off the bay. You'll sell more on the east side."

He grinned, halting in his tracks. "Grazie per il consiglio, sorella," he called back, not bothering to turn around. "Stai attento." He knew she most likely didn't know that phrase, but he also knew that he was confused practically every time she tried to give him advice, so he figured they were even. Taking a deep breath, he set out to face the day. Take it one thing at a time, Hot Shot. For now just work on sellin' your first pape.

"Ma'am!" he said, falling into step beside a woman pushing a pram. "Have ya read today's paper? There's some kind a' maniac loose in the park, ya might wanna find a different route for your walk. A penny'll buy ya all the details."

I can do this. Today's gonna be a good day.

Italian translations:

Sorella - sister

Grazie per il consiglio, sorella. - Thanks for the advice, sister.

Stai attento. - Be careful

#newsies #my writing #spot conlon #riddle #hot shot #brooklyn newsies

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landcfstxries · 5 years

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Good As New (Pt. 1)

{ hi henlo

Uhhh i wrote this up at maybe 4-5 AM and im just now posting it djdhhdbd

Y'all know im into Critical Role but I'm not gonna put this in the main tags jdndbhdhd too scared

Tags: @maybesortaahazel @shadlicious @vampire-fucker-3000

Varan Luro is a dnd oc of mine. He's,,,, an odd one, let's just say that.

Mollymauk Tealeaf is a character off of Critical Role, and belongs to his creator Taliesin Jaffe. This is purely just fun writing, and I'm not trying to claim the character in any way. Even though this blog has a small following, I felt I should preface this for future followers. "^^

Enjoy, y'all!

Usual warning: some possible misspellings bc I did write this pretty late at night }

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He remembers passing out.

Was it passing out? He wasn't sure.

He had felt the pain in his chest for only a moment, yet he still hasn't grasped what happened.

It was just...

Empty.

Empty...

....

Crimson eyes opened once more.

Everything was a blur for many moments, he didn't dare to try and sit up. He would let it pass for a moment before he felt comfortable.

Said moment felt like ages, but it came eventually.

The tiefling slowly sat up, feeling the cloth over his body shift down slightly. He caught it before it could easily fall off and reveal his full form....

Wait.

He wasn't wearing any clothes.

No wonder it was so cold in the room.

He looks around, hearing the familiar soft jingle of the jewelry that decorated his horns. Well, He thought, at least no one took those.

But the more important questions at hand: Where did everyone go...?

Where was he?!

"Ah! You are awake! Finally!"

The tiefling's head snapped into the direction of where the sudden voice came. The accent sounded familiar. Like a wizard friend he knew... But this definitely wasn't him.

Standing in the doorway was a Drow Elf, with dark purple skin; a very stark contrast from the tiefling's own lilac skin. He had white hair that reached a bit past his shoulders, red irises that seemed to stand out against the black scleras of his eyes. He wore some sort of fancy garmets, as if he was of high regard.

It took a very long time before the tiefling spoke up. "Uh... Hi," He started. He took a moment to look around before looking back to the Drow. "Where... Am I? Who are you? How am I here?"

Too many questions. Time to take it down a bit.

He rubs the back of his neck a bit. "Ah, sorry for the amount of questions. I guess I'm just... A bit confused, to say the least."

The Drow chuckles. He isn't sure if it's all in good fun or if it's quite the opposite. "It's quite all right. I'll answer as best as I can... Allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Varan Luro. And who might you be, colorful one?" The Drow says, holding out his hand for the tiefling to shake.

Molly. That's it. You actually remember this time.

"... Mollymauk Tealeaf. Molly to my friends... Since I, uh... I guess we're friends now, aren't we?" The tiefling speaks up, gently taking Varan's hand and giving a small shake.

"Huh... Mollymauk... Molly... Peculiar, but unique name. Almost familiar, and rolls off the tongue." Varan says, with that weird chuckle again. "Beautiful tattoos, by the way. Thought I would mention that."

Oh, right. He wasn't wearing anything besides a sheet over him. Molly smiled sheepishly. "Uh... I think this conversation might continue better if I had my clothes back. You got those anywhere?"

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It was surprisingly quick, and Molly was back to his old look in no time...

Save for the giant scar across his chest.

He shuddered a bit. Is that what happened to him...?

Damn Lorenzo-!

"Mr. Tealeaf? You alright?"

Molly quickly snapped out of his conflicting thoughts, turning to look at Varan. "Oh. Sorry. Just... Trying to figure out things. This definitely isn't the first time I've experienced this sort of thing, but I'm surprised I'm still... Myself."

"You... Have been through resurrection before?"

"Something like it. Wasn't my body before. Thought it was gonna end with two years of having it... Guess not." Molly explains. He then gives a chuckle. "I don't know whether to thank you or be actually creeped out."

"Both would be natural reactions."

A laugh was shared between the two. Varan then spoke up. "Come, Molly. We should... Discuss this whole thing and I should catch you up to speed. Sure you've been dying to know."

"You could say that."

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"... Huh."

"... Is that all you can say?"

"Well, Varan, forgive me if I'm taking a moment just to think about it."

Molly sighs, then chuckles. "Never thought I'd end up meeting a warlock that could bring me and practically almost anyone back from the dead... With a little work, of course. Necromancy, man. Wild... I've only ever been near one warlock in my life, and his powers were vastly different from yours. Something with the ocean or whatever, long story I probably wont get to know." He rambles, laughing softly... Followed by a sigh.

Varan knows that sigh. "... You... Miss your companions?" He says, genuine worry in his voice.

"Is it that obvious, my friend?"

"... Heartbreakingly."

Molly chuckles again, and proceeds to sigh once more. "Yeah... They're miles away now, I know that. There's no way I'll be able to catch up with them. I just hope they're doing alright without me... And no one's blaming themselves..." He goes on, putting a hand over his face and leaning against it. "Oh, gods... Yasha... I can't imagine how she took it..."

Varan could only offer a small, hopefully reassuring pat on the back. "I'm... I'm sure they miss you dearly, Molly. You seem like you were the light of that group. Sure, some... Mistakes here and there, but you likely brought joy to their lives. I'm sure you'll cross paths with them eventually... Everyone finds their way."

Molly looks up at Varan, smiling sadly. "I... I guess you're right, my friend... I just hope that meeting isn't too long from now. Maybe it's just right around the corner... We can only hope."

"I suppose...."

Molly suddenly remembered something. "Say," He started, "You... Didn't perhaps see a long, red and beautifully gaudy coat where I was buried right? Bunch of symbols on it?"

"Hm... I'm sorry, no. However, there was something there that I figured had it resting. A staff or something... A log? I don't know. All I can figure is that it was holding up something. Perhaps your coat?"

"No. No one would just... Steal the damn thing. I mean... Who would even dare to off of a grave? It was either one of my group, or an old friend."

He hoped this was the case. He really hoped.

Molly then switches gears. "Hey... Varan. You'll let me stay here until I get my bearings... Right?"

"Of course! What reason would I have to deny hospitality now?"

"... Fair point."

Varan had secretly formed a plan in mind as Molly rambled on. Really, he had one in the works ever since he heard the tiefling's name fall from his lips. That's why it was so familiar to him. He knew why now.

Because of her.

#//hooo boi #// this took a bit djbdbdb #boss of the undead; varan luro #cr #that's the only main tag im putting for cr #dnd #dnd writing #my writing #writing

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Be Here Now, Pt. 1 [Adam Cole]

Title: Be Here Now, Part One of ? This is the sequel to Insolence. To read Insolence (which is recommended) here you go: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve Characters: Adam Cole/Brenna(OC) Genre: Fluff. Angst. Romance. Length: 4,300 Warnings: Listen. We’ve all been around for a bit now. If I’m not cursing in a story, have I really written it? Summary/Inspo: Time to catch up with the babes! The winds of change are coming.

Be here now, no other place to be All the doubts that linger, just set them free And let good things happen And let the future come into each moment Like a rising sun Mason Jennings - Be Here Now

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Backstage at Ring of Honor felt... different. It seemed that everyone was somehow aware of what tonight would bring.

Tonight was the third night of the annual ‘War of the Worlds’ event, which combined NJPW with ROH and there was never a dull moment to be had. But the vibe in the locker room felt more… electric, than usual. Something in the air spoke of change and progression and loss.

Brenna knew exactly why.

Adam had grown in ROH. He had started years ago in the company, had made a name for himself in the company, held titles in the company.

And now he was going to walk away from it all.

It was just a little over two months in this exact building where Adam and Brenna had decided to give their relationship a genuine go. And it was just a week less than that since their Las Vegas tryst. Things were going well, all considered. Surprisingly, they had found it easier than anticipated to meet up in each other’s cities when not on shows. Though of course locker rooms still provided their most common rendezvous spot.

After tonight, that would change. There were two more days, one more TV taping, that Adam was to be a part of ROH. This was his last ROH PPV. This was the last big one officially.

This was Adam’s last night in The Bullet Club.

“Hey, kid.” Brenna looked up from where she’d been zoned out looking at her phone, finding Christopher Daniels sitting down in the chair beside her.

“Hey,” she replied, pretending to click off her phone, even though it hadn’t even been on. Brenna uncrossed and then again crossed her legs, adjusting herself in the beige and black sleeveless color block dress.

“Hiding out?” he questioned.

“No, just waiting to be called upon to do my part tonight.”

“Yeah? Then why are you all the way back here?” Brenna looked around the area, noticing a few people at the distant end of the hallway moving about. She hadn’t really realized she’d placed herself in a less busy area of the arena, away from the locker rooms. When she’d left the downstairs level of locker rooms, she had just wandered a bit, until she found a place to sit down that was quiet.

“Wasn’t on purpose,” she insisted. “I’m just staying out of the way.”

“So…should I start sending birthday cards to Pennsylvania?”

“Not a chance,” Brenna stated with a roll of her eyes to which he laughed. “We’re just gonna keep doing what we do, and see where it all takes us.”

“Brenna Marlow, just going with the flow? You have changed,” Christopher teased. Immediately she punched him in the arm, scrunching up her face towards him. He sold the hit, rubbing his arm and laughing, which she tried not to smile at.

“With the year I’ve had, it was bound to happen,” she pointed out, and the joking nature faded away with her words. “Guess I had to learn the hard way I can’t always have control, and you can’t always plan for everything.”

“Yeah, but you can still plan enough,” he replied. “Don’t change too much on me, alright?”

“No promises,” Brenna smirked. With his own look towards her, he stood back up to leave. He reached out towards her hair, and she anticipated what he was going to do, throwing her arm up to block him and push him away. She did not want her side fishtail braid messed up. “Go be old somewhere else!”

“Mean,” Christopher declared. She blew him a kiss, and with a chuckle, he finally turned and left. Brenna watched him walk away for a moment before looking back down at her phone to check the time. It was just under a half hour to bell time, and she figured it was a good time for her to head back to the production area. Adam was a part of the pre-show meet and greet, along with the Bucks and Briscoes, so she knew she wouldn’t be seeing them just yet. She hoped everyone was getting along.

The last she’d seen of Adam tonight had been almost two hours ago when they’d had some dinner together, along with the Bucks and Marty. The conversation had steered clear of the plan for tonight, and Brenna knew the boys had done that for her benefit. Everyone was walking on eggshells around her, she could tell. Tonight was a big change for her as much as it was for Adam, and it seemed that everyone was still handling her a bit with fragile gloves.

Coming upon the production area behind the curtain, she slid up to stand beside Kevin and Ian. Conversation flowed easily, going over match listings for the night, any last minute changes, and segment plans.

When a hand came to rest lightly against the small of her back, she startled just a bit, causing the person to laugh lowly, and Ian and Kevin to smirk.

“Easy, Bren,” Adam’s voice soothed her. “Just me.”

“I hate when you fucking do that,” she reminded him, turning to give him a short glare as he stood beside her.

“Half of why I do it,” he admitted.

“You done with the signing?”

“I am. Gonna go down to the locker room and get ready with the guys. Just wanted to see you first,” Adam explained. Brenna could feel her cheeks warm a bit, not so much at his words, but at them being said in front of her colleagues, so casually. It was still a bit unfamiliar for her to have their relationship for all to see. She’d obviously never dated a coworker before, and it was a learning experience.

“Sounds like a plan,” she stated. “Try not to suck tonight.”

“I will do my very best,” he confirmed with a stiff nod of his head before a wide grin took over his face. When he leaned down to kiss her, she couldn’t help her own smile from forming after he broke away from her. “See you later.” Her response was to kiss him again.

“Later,” Brenna echoed as she moved a bit away from him, allowing him to leave. When she looked back at Ian and Kevin, she found Cary was also standing with them. All three had matching grins on their faces. She rolled her eyes. “Oh, fuck off, all of you.”

“What! It’s just nice to see you happy,” Kevin defended the three of them, Ian nodding.

“Let’s just focus on work, please?” Cary, thankfully, took her lead and began to explain to her about the opening segment that would be introducing the G1 special that NJPW was going to have in California.

Soon enough, the PPV started. The dark matches went well, and from there the show officially began. Brenna felt like she lost track of time as she sat to the side, watching match after match. Ian announced the matches for the first half of the night, which allowed her to actually enjoy some of the show.

And then it was the second to last match.

It was truly show time. Adam had requested that she be the one to be the announcer for his match. He said he wanted her to be a part of his night officially.

Brenna had to swallow to get rid of the catch in her throat as she announced his entrance into the arena.

Watching him walk down the ramp and aisle, all swagger and confidence, dressed in his standard leather jacket and wet hair, resonated with her.

Brenna spared a short glance at Adam as he made his way towards the ring, understanding he was far more focused on his opponent for the night, and the after-match plan. After sliding through the ropes, Brenna set the mic down on the commentary table and picked up her cell phone. She missed the way Adam looked at her as she walked away, waiting until he was standing on the edge of the ring to go back up the ramp. Her eyes remained head of herself as she walked into the back behind the staging, Adam’s music playing around her.

She didn’t pause while passing any of the workers or any of the locker room that were mingling around watching the monitors.

She didn’t notice the quick look Jay Briscoe gave her. Or the longer sympathetic gaze she got from The Young Bucks.

It wasn’t until she reached the back parking lot did Brenna finally feel like she could breathe again.

There was probably about 20 minutes until she would need to head back in. She knew the match was allotted around 15 minutes of action, and then about 5 minutes for post-match chaos, give or take. Brenna planned to spend all the possible minutes she could far away from the ring. It was maybe dumb to outsiders but she knew it was the only way she’d make it through the rest of the show.

As much as she wanted to be the supportive girlfriend, she couldn’t reconcile watching her boyfriend for all intents and purposes move on from such a huge part of his career, of their lives. It was bittersweet in so many ways, and she would rather not have her emotions on display for everyone to see.

The fact that she was in a back parking lot of an arena, hiding away, wasn’t lost on her either. Somehow back parking lots at arenas had become a common setting for moments in her life and relationship with Adam.

Brenna passed the time on her phone, looking at reactions on Twitter to the show so far, scrolling through Instagram mindlessly. It seemed like the minutes went by slowly, as she did everything in her power to focus elsewhere than what was going on in the building behind her.

When the time had ticked down far enough, she headed back in. As she walked closer to the main floor, she could tell based on the sounds that the match was over. Soon enough she heard Kenny’s voice loud and clear, which confused her because she knew he wasn’t present. By the time she came to the production area, having slowed her walk, she looked at a monitor to see Adam laid out in the ring.

The monitor she was looking at cut away to a video package promoting the next match, and she was thankful for that.

A minute later, Adam was walking back through the curtain, to the applause of the production team. Cary and he embraced, and she watched as words were whispered between them. Adam shook hands with and accepted words from a few of the other workers before his eyes came to her. She couldn’t pinpoint the emotion he was showing, but it was a lot.

“I have to get out there,” she stated, indicating with her head she meant the ring. “Glad you survived.”

“Another one down,” Adam confirmed. With a smile, Brenna put a hard kiss to his mouth and then quickly left the area.

One more match to announce and the night would be done.

It went by fast, with Daniels retaining his championship. As he walked passed her to go back up the ramp, he did, in fact, ruffle her hair up a bit.

“Jackass!” she shouted after him, causing many of the fans around her to laugh. As the fans started to clear out of the building, Brenna left the floor along with the announce team and other workers. When she got into the back, she was immediately surrounded by the chaos of packing up. After making sure her mic pack was secured away, she went down to her own dressing area to change out of her dress and heels.

And then, that’s where she stayed. She knew Adam would have post-show interviews, moments with the locker room to enjoy. It was important to her that he got time with “the boys”. She was going home with him, so she’d have her time then. But tonight was the end of an era for him, and she wanted him to take as much time as he wanted to enjoy it.

Brenna passed the time by taking off her show makeup, which was always thicker and tougher to get off. She packed up her bags, making sure nothing was forgotten. After dressing down into her sweatpants and a t-shirt, she sat down to play games on her phone.

“Hey! There you are.” Brenna lifted her eyes from her phone, taking in Adam’s appearance. He was back in jeans and a flannel, all traces of his wrestling persona gone

“Hey,” she replied, locking her phone, setting it beside herself on the empty folding chair. “You done for the night?”

“I am,” he confirmed, coming into the room, shutting the door behind himself, leaning back against it. “You alright?”

“Yep.” Adam’s eyebrows went up a bit at her quick response. “…tired.”

“Keep talkin’.” With each step he took further into the room, Brenna felt her emotions that she’d tried so hard to shove deep down, surfacing. As soon as Adam reached her, and moved her phone to sit in the other chair, she was entirely focused on keeping her breathing even. If she focused on that, she could control the rest of herself.

“Just…been a hell of a night,” she quietly stated.

“Did you watch?”

“No.” Brenna continued to look away, not wanting to see his face at her answer.

“…why not?”

“Didn’t want to.” She knew she was being aloof, and her reasons for hiding away in the back were probably somewhat childish, but she couldn’t help herself.

“We talked about this….”

They had. More than once, actually. More times than Brenna really remembered.

After the meeting in Florida a month ago, it had been discussed regularly between them. Sometimes in small anecdotes, sometimes at full-length. What would happen if Adam changed promotions, if he didn’t. How it could change his career, the pros and cons. The impact it would have on them, as a couple. If they could manage long-distance, or needed to be together more often than not.

Brenna could still remember the last conversation they’d had about it when she was at his place a couple weeks ago, sharing beers in the darkened living room at night.

“I talked to Kyle today.” Adam’s statement wasn’t necessarily out of the blue, but it was. They hadn’t been talking at the time about anything, instead watching the TV playing Conan O’Brien’s talk show.

“How’s he doing?”

“Says alright,” he replied. “He and Maddie sound like they’re gonna try to have a family soon.”

“Aw! Good on them,” Brenna stated, taking a sip from her bottle. “It’s gotta be nice with him home and all more than before.”

“Yea,” Adam agreed shortly. “He uh, he was telling me though that may be changing in a couple months though.”

“Oh?” Brenna quirked an eyebrow, looking over towards Adam. While she was curled into the arm of the couch, he was in the recliner a foot away beside her.

“Sounds like he’s thinking about going about some other avenues he hasn’t been down before.” Adam’s words were vague to the casual ear, but to Brenna, a tried and true wrestler, she knew exactly what he was saying.

“I’m not surprised,” she finally said, shrugging one shoulder. “Kyle’s kind of in the same boat as you. He’s done a fuck ton, and it’s only right he gets a chance to see what else is out there, see what kind of life he can make for himself. And especially if he and Maddie wanna have kids. That consistency will mean a lot.”

“…so what if I did the same?” Adam’s gaze moved to meet hers, his fingers trailing along his beer bottle.

“That’s your call,” Brenna replied. “I’ve said that for a while now. You need to do what you want. What you think will play out the best for you.”

“You do keep saying that,” he agreed. “But you…you matter too in this situation. And I want you to tell me, honestly, from your heart, what you want for us.”

“You’re crazy,” she deflected, both of them knowing she was doing just that.

“Bren….” With his gentle chastising, Brenna looked back towards the TV. She could feel his eyes still on her, however. “Baby, please, just…just tell me your…your ideal. What, uh, what you’d want to happen for us.”

“Whatever keeps us together regularly, at least our known version of regular,” Brenna answered, not looking towards him.

“If I have to move, will you work with me on that?”

She hoped he didn’t see the way her eyes closed tightly as she took in a sharp breath. It was a question she knew would come eventually, but she hadn’t anticipated it now.

“Adam….”

“No, I know that tone. No, Bren,” he declared. “Tell me, right now, up front, if I have to be gone more than I’m close, will you work with me on that?”

She didn’t know what to say. She knew he was referencing Florida without saying it, but it was all still so hypothetical.

Adam and she had come so, so far in a few months. Going from a confused hatred, to an understanding, to a supportive relationship. It was hard to say, at least for Brenna, what she wanted or expected. This was still very new, uncharted territory.

When Brenna had gotten in this relationship, it had been a risk for her. Letting go of her past, of her pain, it wasn’t easy. Trusting Adam, taking his history in stride, defending themselves against people she loved…. No one would call it an easy road. And just went she thought maybe things were smooth sailing, there had to be a hiccup in the plan. A big hiccup, at that.

That was life though, wasn’t it?

Adam was most certainly not renewing his ROH contract, while she was still expected to continue her ring duties and occasional wrestling. He had talks with others, possibilities, but nothing solid lined up. It was all hypothetical and day by day, and how could anyone plan with life like that?

“Can we just cross that bridge when we come to it?” she questioned, looking towards him from under her eyelashes. “God dude, we’ve barely settled into ourselves as it is.”

“People get married in less time than we’ve been together.”

“So you wanna get married?” Her eyes met his fully, as she lifted her eyebrows in challenge.

“OK, smart-ass, I get it,” Adam conceded, causing her to relax her face. “I just… we’ve worked too hard to get here, for me to fuck it up. I don’t want to fuck it up. We made a deal, no secrets, no hiding shit. I need you to be open with me on this.”

“I am being open,” she argued. “I want you to do what you want. What you think will make you happy. Just…I want you to think it all through for you and do that. I’ll be here. We’ll figure this out, whatever it is. We’ve figured it out so far. I think we can keep that up.”

“Why can’t you just tell me what you want?”

“I am!” Brenna responded with force. “I want you to be happy. To choose what you want. The rest of it, us, whatever, we can work on it, figure it out. I haven’t put in this much work, this much struggle, to just walk away from you for now.”

Adam didn’t say anything at first, allowing Brenna to move her gaze from him, taking a long drink from her beer as she did so.

“I’m not trying to argue with you,” he finally spoke, his tone soft. “I just… your opinion means a lot to me. It always has.”

“And I appreciate that,” she said. Chewing at her lip, she decided to give him somewhat what he was asking for.

“Do I think going into WWE is a crap shoot? Most certainly. You either get to do good there or you don’t. There’s no middle ground. It happens or it doesn’t. And you can’t predict that. It seems you can’t have a lot of control in it either. But, if that’s what you wanna try, if that’s what you’re up for, then I won’t tell you not to.

“And if instead you want to take time away from it all, and do random indie shows, and just kind of have a calm life like Kyle’s been doing, I’m here for that too. It’s not like I’m leaving California anytime soon. Whether I fly from there to here to see your or somewhere else, it can be arranged.”

Adam just nodded slightly, and Brenna turned back towards the TV, effectively ending the conversation. Her beer was empty a moment later.

Adam had stopped pestering her after that, realizing she wasn’t going to change her stance on the matter. This was his life, his career, and he had to do what he wanted and felt was best. She couldn’t stop him or influence him overtly. She had to support him and his dreams. Because for all she knew, his career might outlast their relationship.

But either way, she did want the best for him, wanted him to be happy with his choices for his life. Of course, that didn’t mean she loved what he had decided on.

“Sweetheart….”

“Don’t, Adam,” she replied, finally turning for her eyes to meet his. “Let’s just go. I don’t want to be driving too late.” Standing up, she went to reach for her phone where he’d set it. Adam took the opportunity to grab her hand in his, pulling her between his legs.

“Sit,” he ordered, tugging on her hand to bring her closer. With a sigh, Brenna followed his direction, setting herself on his leg, perpendicular to him. He let go of her hand, sliding his arm around her back, his fingertips resting on the skin of her hip just beneath her shirt.

Brenna leaned her head onto his shoulder, her eyes closing when he turned to kiss her forehead. His lips lingered there for a moment, his breath warm as it ghosted on her skin. For some reason, it was this action that made the tears start to prick at her eyes.

“I’m being stupid,” she mumbled.

“You’re being my girlfriend, or at the very least a good friend,” Adam argued. Brenna couldn’t help but smile slightly at his words. She blinked a few times rapidly, attempting to keep her tears contained.

“It’s just… it’s stupid,” she repeated, lamented. “It’s not like I’m not seeing you ever again. Obviously.”

“But it’s going to be maybe less, or take a lot more effort to do that.”

“This is just… this is how we met, ya know? And everything that’s gone on with us, I dunno. I guess without this stupid fucking company it wouldn’t have happened.”

“We have a lot of memories here.”

“And like, I know how much this place means to you. And I’m so proud of you and all you’ve done and to just walk away…I don’t know. I just want everything to be so great for you no matter what.”

“Again, you’re a really great girlfriend.”

“Stop validating my crazy,” she demanded, making him chuckle softly.

“You’re not crazy,” Adam countered. “I agree with you on all of this. So I guess if you’re crazy, then so am I.”

“I mean, that would explain why you’re with a girl who straight up decked you once,” Brenna conceded, trying to keep her smile hidden.

“Nice, baby. Thank you for that reminder,” he stated plainly. Brenna couldn’t help the giggle that came next, lifting her head from his shoulder so she was able to look at him. He too was smiling, his eyes gliding across her face, taking her in. “I’m kind of looking forward to having free time to be with you.”

“Me too.”

“We are very much planning a vacation.”

“Oh, we are?”

“We are,” Adam confirmed.

“And where are we going?”

“That part is up for discussion,” he replied. “But I’m thinking somewhere quiet, just us, where we can just… be.”

“I will not die in a cabin in the woods for you,” Brenna said seriously.

“Stop watching so many horror movies.”

“I can’t! I love them!”

“And then you have nightmares, and all these paranoid thoughts, that I have to deal with,” Adam reminded her.

“Oh, you can handle it just fine.” He looked at her for a moment before kissing her lips softly. Brenna reciprocated the action, bringing her hand up to his face, holding him close to her. They broke apart a moment later, remaining close, each of their breaths mingling warmly with the others.

“Let’s go,” Adam whispered. “Wanna be home with you.”

“No complaints here,” Brenna agreed. She stood up from him, going to grab her bags. Adam immediately took her suitcase, which she had learned to not comment on. He wanted to be helpful to her, and she had to swallow her protests and just let him.

“Hey, you remember two months ago when we were here?” Adam asked casually as they made their way through the hallways.

“Mmhmm,” Brenna murmured, wrapping her arms around his free one, walking beside him.

“We haven’t done too bad since then, huh?” He glanced over and down at her, a playful gleam to his eyes.

“Me and you.”

“Me and you,” Adam concurred. With a bashful smile, Brenna looked forward again as they headed towards the door to leave. It was uncertain what was going to be happening in the next few weeks, but it was nice to have Adam with her to figure it out.

Everything looks different now. All this time my head was down. He came along and showed me how to let go. I can’t remember where I’m from, All I know is who I’ve become. That our love has just begun like….

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