#like maybe it’s irresponsible of me to not offer the sofa but there are other people staying at my house and more importantly I don’t like
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baby’s first christmas || topper thornton
Warnings and stuff: teen pregnancy/parenthood, not canon — Rafe is Worlds Best Godfather™️, cute uncle John B, some swearing.
Pierce hummed as she curled her legs underneath her on the plush sofa, a cup of tea in her hands as she heard Topper walk into the room with a bundle of pink blanket in his arms, looking down at the six week old he carried like there wasn’t another person on the planet. Pierce knew his mother would be home soon, not that it mattered because Mrs. Thornton had come to enjoy the girl's presence in her house. Sure, Pierce was a Pogue through and through, but she was also the mother of her granddaughter, albeit still a minor herself.
Topper and Pierce hadn’t even been together for the first four months of her pregnancy. A pregnancy that shouldn’t have happened in the first place because even though they were drunk, Pierce had been on birth control, taking it religiously every day since her father had put her on it at thirteen, and she’d made sure he used a condom. Of course, because he was a kook and she was a Pogue, when she discovered she was pregnant she assumed he wouldn’t want anything to do with it. She assumed she’d just be another stereotypical teenage pregnancy and would have to drop out of school and work three jobs to survive. Her father and brother had been pissed when she found out, accusing her of being irresponsible but her father softened when she was able to bring him not one, but three blister packs of her birth control to show him that she hadn’t missed a pill. Long story short Ivy Sloane Thornton was not supposed to happen but she did.
If Pierce thought her dad and brother were pissed, then Topper went completely mad. He’d cussed, yelled, called her names. He’d offered to pay for her to get rid of it, because they were only sixteen. She’d straight up told him she wasn’t going to do that because if their child has outsmarted a condom and birth control pills, then they deserved a fighting chance. He said he wanted nothing to do with it, but when she returned from the mainland with ultrasound photos, he did a complete 180. As soon as his eyes landed on the small blob in the middle of the ultrasound his heart softened. It wasn’t going to be easy — they’d be seventeen when the baby was born and they lived on an island that expected them to hate each other, but that was his child she was carrying and the least he could do was be her friend.
Topper, on the other hand, could vividly remember telling his parents they were going to be grandparents.
His dad was home for once, which was rare and only happened maybe twice a year. This, of course, meant there was a family dinner to be had. What better time to tell his parents he was disappointing them even more, right? He waited, though, until they’d almost finished the meal before he spoke.
“I need to tell you guys something.” His voice was shaking already. “And you’re not going to be happy with me”
“Failing another class, Topper? We’ve talked about this. How do you expect to get into college if you can’t pass high school!” His dad was already starting, making Topper fight the urge to roll his eyes.
“No. I have all As and Bs, thank you.” Topper said. “I uh, I got a girl pregnant. Not any girl, a girl I really like but due to this stupid Pogues vs Kook bullshit I can’t even be with so I’m going to have to help raise my child as friends. And before you even say a word, Mom, she’s not getting an abortion. We both agree that since we used two forms of birth control and it still happened, our child deserves a fighting chance.”
“So you’re going to throw away your life for a pogue?” His father sneered. “You should have known better than to sleep with trash, Topper.” That pissed Topper off, honestly.
“Pierce Routledge is the farthest thing from trash.” Topper's hand collided with the table. “If anyone here is trash, it’s you Dad. You think I don’t know you have a whole other family on the mainland? You think I don’t know about your girlfriend and three other kids? Do my siblings even know about me? I’m sure they don’t because you don’t want them to. I’m the disappointment, I know.”
“The Routledge twins are actually very responsible, polite kids. I’ve only met them a handful of times, but Ward Cameron tells me the boy, I can’t remember his name, hasn’t missed a day of work in the year he’s worked for him and Pierce is always extremely polite when I’m at the club.” It was the first thing Topper’s mom had said the whole evening. They had a strained relationship at best but her talking nice about the girl carrying his baby gave him hope. “I assume she’s due after your birthday, Top. Being a parent isn’t easy, but if you’re sure you want to be involved, I can’t stop you and I will support your decision.”
So Topper put in the effort to be Pierce’s friend. He held her hair back when she was dealing with morning sickness. He didn’t miss a single appointment, always in awe that the heartbeat he heard was his baby’s. It wasn’t until Pierce was 18 weeks along that he finally came clean about his feelings. They were at his house, cuddled up on his bed while a thunderstorm raged outside. His hand tracing patterns in the little bump that was just really starting to show on the girl.
“Can I tell you something?” He asked, his blue eyes meeting her green ones.
“Of course you can, Top. We’re friends right?” She told him with a smile. “We’ve got a whole different kind of connection than most friends do.”
“Yeah, friends. What if I wanted to be more, though?” He said. “I mean, I like you Pierce. I’ve liked you long before we hooked up. It’s just, this stupid class war on this fucking island. But, I don’t care about that.”
“I’m glad the feelings are mutual.” She laughed. “I don’t press, Topper, but I’ve had the biggest crush on you since middle school. Never thought any of this would happen.” His lips met hers quickly, softly even. The kiss grew deeper as it continued, and Pierce wasted no time in fumbling with the tie on his sweatpants.
“I’m sorry but I have approximately ten million hormones going through my body and my sex drive is turned up to like two hundred right now” she mumbled against his lips.
“Well luckily for you, I can handle that.” He told her.
At twenty six weeks pregnant, Pierce and Topper went to her father and asked for permission for her to move into his house. She already spent most of her time there, and Topper’s mother had assured Big John that his daughter would be safe there. They wanted to get started on the nursery for their daughter, and knew the château wasn’t going to be big enough for another human, so with his permission, Topper and John B helped Pierce move her stuff into the house on the Figure Eight. Topper invited John B to help him paint the nursery and build the furniture for the room, which pleased Pierce endlessly, as she sat on the back deck in a lawn chair with Sarah and Kie going through baby names and writing down ones she liked.
“Okay so, admittedly Topper and I both have weird names.” She told the girls. “Pierce Adeline and Topper Gordon.”
“Oh my god. Topper’s middle name is Gordon?” Sarah tried not to laugh. “I’m sorry. I’m sure there’s a reason he’s named what he is.”
“There is.” The girls hadn’t heard Topper and John B step out of the house. “Gordon is my mom’s grandfather’s name. I was born on what would have been his 80th birthday. I don’t know why they named me Topper, but I do know why my middle name is that.”
“And you” John B pointed at his sister. “Refused to show the ultrasound lady what you were when our parents found out, but the doctor was like 80% sure we were identical so they assumed you were a boy. You were supposed to be Pierce Andrew, but unfortunately you came out a girl. Mom really liked Pierce though, and since Dad chose my name, they kept it and changed your middle name.”
“Why are we discussing names anyway?” Topper asked, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Coming up with names for baby Thornton?”
“Who said she’s getting your last name? Maybe we’re hyphenating. Thornton-Routledge.” She said. He frowned. “I’m kidding, baby. She’s a Thornton.”
It wasn’t until that night when she was sitting on the couch, watching a movie with her feet up that he came in with her notebook of names that she had asked him to look through. He held it out her sheepishly. Taking it, she noticed two names circled on the list then scrawled in his messy handwriting at the top “Ivy Slone Thornton?”
“Did you come up with this on your own?” She asked.
“As much as I wanna say yes, I can’t. I asked my mom which sounded better. Sloane Ivy or Ivy Sloane.” He told her. “I just think it’s simple, it’s sweet, and it fits our girl.”
“I think you’re right. Ivy Sloane Thornton has a name.”
It was early November when Ivy Thornton decided to make her first appearance two and a half weeks early. Pierce’s water had broken right after dinner the night before but it was still a waiting game. Fourteen hours of screaming, crying, swearing and possibly breaking a couple of Topper’s fingers later, their seven and half pound baby girl was placed on her chest, resulting in tears from both of her parents. As much as she looked like her, Pierce hoped that she kept the blue eyes that matched her father’s. Topper just wanted her to stay that small forever.
Now, six weeks later, they’re in the living room, surrounded by people making last minute deliveries and hanging last minute decorations for the annual Thornton Christmas party. A pitiful wail from the baby in her boyfriend's arms brought Pierce out of her thoughts. She stood up, making grabby hands for the baby as she kissed his cheek.
“Sorry baby, I don’t think you have the goods she’s looking for. You can have her back as soon as she’s done.” She told him. “Why don’t you go shower while I feed her, then you can get her ready. God knows you’re going to put a ridiculous bow on her head”
“She doesn’t have hair, Pierce, let me put bows on our daughter. She looks cute.” He said.
“Mhm. What time is everyone supposed to start arriving?” She asked.
“About six thirty. Mom wants the annual Christmas photo in front of the tree before though.” He said.
This year, instead of just being kook exclusive, the Thornton Christmas party had included invites to the Routledge family and Topper’s three younger siblings — Alex, Leah, and Kyla, who Topper’s mom had met when she reached out to the now ex-girlfriend of his father. The pair had bonded over the fact that Topper’s dad was a piece of shit, and it allowed Topper to finally get to know his siblings.
Pierce was exhausted by the time the party was in full swing. Ivy had been taken by Rafe the moment he came into the building and he’d spent the better part of an hour sitting in a recliner talking to her like she understood a word he was saying. Rafe Cameron had a tough persona, but the moment he came to the hospital to meet Ivy and Topper had introduced her to him as his goddaughter, he melted for the little girl. Once John B and her father arrived, there was a moment of playful bickering between her brother and the oldest Cameron sibling before John B took the baby and spent 20 minutes cooing over her with Sarah.
“Kiss me if I’m right, but I think our daughter might be the star of this party” hands found their way around her waist and a chin was placed on her shoulder.
“I’m too tired to turn around.” She said. “I owe you?”
“Deal. I think if I don’t keep moving I’m gonna fall asleep right here.” He mumbled. “And there’s so many people and lights and sounds that Ivy is living her best life and wide awake.”
“Hopefully that means she’ll let us sleep tonight.” She half joked, finally turning around to bring their lips together.
“A Christmas miracle.” He said. “Merry Christmas, baby. I love you.” She crinkled her nose at him as he said it.
“Merry Christmas, Top.” She whispered. “Thank you for giving me the greatest gift this year. I love you.”
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Papa Don’t Preach - F.W
Fred Weasley x Reader, inspired by the song ‘Papa Don’t Preach’ by Madonna.
About: the reader discovers that she is carrying her boyfriends baby, the two of them decide to keep it; but the storm gets heavier when she breaks the news to her father.
Theme: fluff and angst
Warnings: teen pregnancy, mention of abortion, swearing.
Throwing up into the toilet, moaning Myrtle giggled at you and sat on the window ledge. “That’s the third time this month”
You wiped your mouth with your sleeve and got up off your knees, flushing the loo you unlocked the door and washed your hands at the sink. “I’m aware Myrtle.” You answered, glaring at her before walking out.
You rushed into the common room, luckily the only people in there were Fred and George. They were messing around pretending to duel with their wands, little sparks hissing out the end.
“Have you seen my bag?” you asked, searching around the room.
The boys couldn’t hear you over their loud laughter, you stood there and put your hand on your hip, glaring at your boyfriend. “Fred, please. This is important.”
Fred and George stopped messing around and spun on their heels.
“You okay love?” Fred asked, walking over and putting his arm around you.
You shook your head no and sighed “I just need my bag”
George walked across the room and picked up your red toiletry bag. You quickly retrieved it, walking over to the sofa you sat down and rifled through it, flicking past your period pads and tampons you pulled out your mini calendar.
Fred and George sat down next to you, the two of them sharing looks of concern.
You counted through the squares, week by week and flicked the page, then another. A wave of sickness and panic pooled inside of you, you put your head in your hands and shook your head.
‘I can’t be, we used a contraceptive charm... surely it worked’ you thought to yourself, your knees shaking and your stomach churning.
“Y/N, what's going on?” George asked, his brother too worried to utter a word.
Everything started to make more sense: the persistent morning sickness, the bloating, the all-day long nausea, your weepiness and mood swings, your breasts constantly feeling tender.
“I think I’m pregnant” you choked out, swallowing hard.
Fred felt his heart sink, feeling scared and annoyed at himself for getting you into such a scary situation.
You went back into your red bag and pulled out a pregnancy test you got from the pharmacy at Christmas when you were back in muggle London.
You stood up, putting the test up your sleeve, walking to the same bathroom, hoping Myrtle would be elsewhere harassing Harry.
“Back so soon?” Myrtle questioned you.
“Fuck off, Myrtle!” You yelled at her, losing your temper.
You walked into the empty stall, locking the door behind you. Fred waited outside as you pulled down your skirt and knickers and sat down. “Fred, put a tap on for me will you?”
Fred walked over to the sinks turning the tap on waiting for you.
You followed the test instructions and stood up, the sound of the fast flowing water made this a lot easier for you, but then again you were always needing a wee with the growing pressure on your bladder.
Flushing the toilet and putting the lid down you placed the stick on lid and walked to the tap to wash your hands. “Thanks love” you smiled at Fred.
“You know, whatever happens won’t make me run away.” Fred smiled, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “How long do we have to wait?”
You smiled at him, drying your hands on your skirt you walked into his arms and pulled him into a tight embrace. “I’m surprised that you didn’t leg it” you joked, trying not to linger in your fear. “we’ll find out in five minutes.”
Fred stood outside the stall where the test was waiting. “Want me to get it?” He asked, pushing his hair out of his eyes.
You shook your head “it’s okay, I’ll get it.”
Walking into the stall, you creeped up on the test like it was a pest you were about to wallop. You grabbed it, your whole future, your whole worth and life would be determined by this stick.
You walked out of the stall standing next to Fred, he wrapped his arm around you. You took me a deep breath and turned the test over so it was facing you. Two blue lines in the little windows stared back you, looking at the key on the handle you got your answer; you were pregnant.
“What does it say sweetheart?” Fred asked sounding nervous.
You turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around him. “I’m pregnant with your baby Fred and.. I want to keep it.” You decided.
Fred pulled away for a moment in shock but he smashed his lips against yours, kissing you like he had never kissed you before; his pool of love spilling into you.
“Let’s go and find George, I want him to be the first to know.” Fred beamed, you nodded your head in agreement with him.
“Am I really?!” George asked, sounding like his father, he grinned at the two of you.
You nodded your head and showed him the test, George got up on his feet and hugged you and then his brother.
By 5 months your little Weasley started to move inside of you, you would jolt at first and you started to notice stronger movements and little kicks during your classes, grabbing Fred’s hand you placed it on your bump.
The students started to spread rumours and the professors couldn’t ignore it anymore, after all, you weren’t denying it.
You and Fred were forced to address the rumours, you were both scolded for being so irresponsible but you were also provided with support for your academic studies and a much needed appointment with Madame Pomfrey.
You were lucky, Hogwarts still accepted you, The Weasley’s (after taking time to adjust) were so excited for you and Fred, but you were most nervous to tell your dad; the man who always believed in sex after marriage, hated the Weasleys, and slated pregnant teens who needed help.
Fred pulled out a chair for you at the kitchen table, once you sat down he pushed it in for you making enough room for your little bump.
“Pack plenty of food on that plate, dear” Molly smiled warmly at you.
This caused Ron’s mouth to gape open “All because she’s pregnant doesn’t mean she can—“
“If I were you I’d shut it” Fred warned his little brother
“unless you want to wake up to spiders in your bed.” George added, smirking.
Papa I know you're going to be upset
'Cause I was always your little girl
But you should know by now
I'm not a baby
“So what’s with the visit?” Your father eyed up you and Fred, trying to figure out why you were home on a Saturday.
Fred sat awkwardly on the sofa, his focus shifting on various objects around the room, he feared that your father would rip his head off if he were to look him in the face for longer than a second.
“I just wanted to come and see you, I thought I’d come here instead of going to Hogsmeade for the fifth time in a row” you smiled shyly, trying to keep calm.
Starting to sweat, you fanned your face with your hand, if you were to remove your jumper showing your larger bump you’d be kicked out before you could offer an explanation.
Your father noticed the fishtail braid in your hair and smiled.
“I remember braiding your hair like that when you were a little girl, you could never sit still on my knee. You would always fidget wanting to go and play with the other little girls and boys down the street”
You smiled at such a fond memory of you and your dad, hoping that he would do the same if you were to have a little girl.
“Dad, we uh.. we’re actually here because we’ve got some news.” You opened up bravely, remembering to not place your hand over your bump.
You always taught me right from wrong
I need your help, daddy please be strong
I may be young at heart
But I know what I'm saying
“Has something happened at Hogwarts?” He asked, “have you done something?” He turned to Fred with a fast forming glare on his face.
Fred shook his head, “I—“
“Fred hasn’t done anything” you replied quickly, stopping Fred’s chance at coming clean.
“I brought you up to know right from wrong, to work hard, to respect yourself, to stay away from vermin.” Your father spoke, his words like tiny pins pricking at your chest.
You held your dads hand walking through Diagon Alley to buy the equipment you needed for your first year at Hogwarts.
Waiting in the queue outside Ollivanders a young girl with a baby bump walked past, holding out her dirt covered hands. “Could you spare a sickle or two? I’ve got nowhere to go.” She begged.
Your father pushed you out of her presence, standing in front of you “not a chance, you silly girl.” He spat at her.
You gave her a glance of sympathy and stared down at your shoes.
“Don’t have sympathy for that pathetic girl, she got herself into this mess and she shouldn’t rely on hardworking people to get her out of it!”
The tears in your eyes made your vision go glassy, wiping them away with your sleeve, Fred was quickly asked by your father to leave the room and to wait outside in the hall.
“Dad” you cried, feeling a lump form in your throat “I don’t want you to be angry or upset, I’m responsible for my own actions and choices—“
“What have you done? Tell me!” Your father began to lose his patience.
Fred stood outside the door in the hallway, pacing up and down in tears, he blamed himself - you grew up without a mother and thanks fo him you might be losing your father.
The one you warned me all about
The one you said I could do without
We're in an awful mess
And I don't mean maybe, please
“I don’t want you hanging around them Weasleys, Y/N. They’re bad news.” Your father droned on, walking you to the train.
“They seem really nice” you muttered quietly, admiring the twins getting onto the train.
“They’re too poor for their own good, Arthur has a strange obsession with muggles. That wife of his clearly has a problem closing her legs with all them kids!”
You sighed, feeling annoyed and embarrassed to even be related to the man who was dropping you off.
“I better hurry up or I won’t find a good seat” you replied.
Your thoughts spinning around your head made you dizzy, you had to swallow down the bile. “Please don’t be mad with Fred, he’s a really good guy”
Your fathers hands were bunched into fists, his knuckles started to turn white. “What has he done? Fred, get in here now!”
Fred felt he could faint at any moment but walked back into the living room and sat next to you, taking your hand in his.
“We’re in a really tough situation.” You trailed off, more tears spilling from your orb like eyes.
Papa don't preach I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep
But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby,
I'm gonna keep my baby,
“I’m pregnant.” You breathed out, feeling the weight suddenly lift of your shoulders “and I’m keeping it”
Your fathers face flushed with rage, he got on his feet and pulled out his wand but your instincts beat him to it, disarming him you shielded Fred.
“Dad please don’t do this.”
“You’ve really done it this time, girl!” Your father yelled. “Did I not raise you better? Did all those lessons mean nothing?!”
You began to shake in your shoes, but you stood your ground, Fred took himself away from your shielding. “She’s done nothing wrong!” He defended you.
“I bet you’ve done this on purpose, haven’t you? Get a beautiful young girl up the duff so no one will want her!” Your father bellowed at him.
He says that he's going to marry me
We can raise a little family
Maybe we'll be all right
It's a sacrifice
You and Fred cuddled in the upgraded double bed, his thumb circling yours as your hands glued together.
“I’m going to marry you, Y/N. Once we have this baby and get on our feet.” Fred murmured lowly, trying not to wake up his brother who laid fast asleep on the floor.
“That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” You replied, your hormones making you weep in relief.
“We’re going to have the most amazing life, mini Fred’s and Y/N’s running around.” He chuckled, kissing your head. “We can get through this.”
“It was an accident!” You yelled at your dad through tears, you gripped your bump feeling the little one kick out.
“A mistake more like!” Your dad yelled back “I was begged not to bring you up after your mother died, that was my mistake! And even worse, there will now be a bastard in the family!”
His horrible comments ripped you into pieces, the pins now turning into hot pokers.
Fred wanted nothing more than to tackle your father to the ground, to beat him senseless but he grabbed your hand and tried to control his emotions.
“We’re going to get married dad, but now it’s more common for non married couples to have kids!” You argued, trying to persuade him.
“Married! With what money! You’re more deluded than I bloody thought, he doesn’t even love you!”
But my friends keep telling me to give it up
Saying I'm too young, I oughta live it up
What I need right now is some good advice, please
“Have you truly thought this through?” Hermione bored into you, pacing in the common room.
You looked up from your books and nodded “yes, how many times do I have to explain?”
“I’m just saying it’s not too late to change your mind, you’re too young to be bringing a child into this world.”
“I’m still studying and attending classes aren’t I?” You huffed, scowling at her. “You’re younger than me!”
“But what about getting a job to provide for your child? It’s irresponsible!”
“I get it!” You yelled at her, you slammed your book shoot and tossed it across the room, storming out.
You were hyperventilating, Fred rubbed your back helping you regulate your breathing.
“You’re dead to me, now get out, both of you. Leave my house and never come back!” Your father yelled.
“Daddy please” you wailed “I really need you, please don’t do this.”
You walked away from Fred and up to your dad gripping his hand in yours, “I need my dad” you cried, searching his lifeless eyes for a response.
Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep
But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby,
I'm gonna keep my baby,
You cried your eyes out, climbing into your dads arms for a cuddle.
“Please don’t cry” he wiped your tears “what’s got you so upset?”
“I’m not ready to go to Hogwarts, I don’t want to be so far from you.” You wailed, your hair sticking to your face from all the tears.
Your dad tutted and chuckled at your silly worries “you’re going to love it once you’ve settled in, and you can always write to me if you need to.”
Your father snatched his hand back out of your grip, he picked up his wand and stared down you and Fred.
“You both need to leave before I do something I can’t take back.” He warned “NOW”
You cried all the way back to Hogwarts, Fred and George comforting you when you broke down into a mess. Hermione helped you catch up on all the work you had missed from being unable to attend classes as you got into the later stages of your pregnancy, you were about to burst at any moment.
Daddy, daddy if you could only see
Just how good he's been treating me
You'd give us your blessing right now
'Cause we are in love
We are in love (in love), so please (so)
“Mum!” Fred yelled from the bathroom, holding your hand “It’s happening!”
Laying a pool of the water that burst from inside you, you were slammed with contractions making it hard for you to get back on your feet. This was it, the moment you had been waiting for the past nine months.
Molly stumbled into the bathroom and moved her hands around rapidly, piles upon piles of towels and blankets filled the room and the bath started to run.
“Fred help me get her trousers off so we can get her into the bath.”
“Mum we can just use—“
“We can’t use magic for everything!”
After finally getting you undressed they placed you into the bath.
Fred held your hand and knelt beside you, stroking your hair and placing kisses against your temple.
“Please don’t leave me” you cried, feeling frightened.
I’m not going anywhere, love.” He reassured you.
Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep
But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby, hm
I'm gonna keep my baby, ooh ooh
You opened your eyes and looked down still thinking you were in the bath, you found yourself in Fred’s bed, wrapped in blankets with a towel over your chest.
You tried to sit up but Molly stopped you, “take it slow, dear” she said softly.
“Where’s Fred? Where’s.. where’s my baby?” You asked feeling panicky.
Before you could drive yourself into worry, the bedroom door opened and Fred walked in with your bundle of joy.
Fred now delighted you were finally awake came by your side and placed your child into your arms.
You had passed out from losing too much blood just as your child came into the world.
“Madame Pomfrey was hammering at the door, brilliant timing really.” George told you as you counted your child’s fingers and toes.
“Is it a girl or a boy?” You asked, looking up at the Weasleys standing around your bed.
“A beautiful baby boy.” Fred replied, kissing your head.
“Fabian Weasley” you smiled, looking at Molly. “Let’s name him Fabian.”
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Hiii💜💜💜i just want to start off by saying i love your blog, your stories are really good. I just got through reading the bts profiles and i don't know if you are taking request but if you are i was wondering if you could do a scenario where yandere namjoon and y/n are best friends and one night he comes over and they end up doing it, but the next morning they just joke around because it was a mistake and they are good friends, then two weeks later she calls him tells him she is pregnant, and namjoon try to talk to her about keeping the baby because he secretly love y/n and is crazy about her.
[Here it is! I'm sorry it took me months to write this, but I hope you enjoy it! I got a little carried away and it's way longer than what I intended to be lol]
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Namjoon’s eyes open wide suddenly, and frantically starts looking for your figure, and even though he doesn’t find it, he knows you’re around and awake because he can hear the shower from your en suite bathroom. He lets out a sigh and savours the memories coming to him from last night, your moans and whimpers, how good he felt being completely embraced by you and your scent; every single detail about last night and you both enjoying and pleasuring each other is engraved in Namjoon’s mind.
He knows you usually take around fifteen or twenty minutes in the shower, so he relaxes on the bed and starts thinking. What does this mean for your relationship? It surely changes everything, right? This must mean that you love him too. He knows you used to sleep around -much to his dismay, he still doesn’t understand how he put up with it, maybe because it was just sex with strangers and you made it pretty clear you wanted nothing with them- but it’s been a long time since that and if you decided you wanted Namjoon, your best friend, someone you clearly know and have already a bond formed with, to be the person you had sex with after such a long period of time, then there must be a reason behind it. Maybe you weren’t sure on how to tell him you love him too for fear of being rejected and thought sex would be the way to let him know without words? Namjoon smiles at the thought, his sweet and pretty girl, if only you knew how crazy in love he is about you. He’s been waiting for this to happen for way too long, have imagined it millions of times but reality surely does exceed fiction and now that he got a taste of what it would be really like to be with you like this, he doesn’t think he’d be able to give up this feeling for anything in the world; there’s no way, he would be insane to turn down his other half.
His stream of consciousness is cut off by the door of your bathroom opening and your figure emerging from it, you stand on the threshold and look at him with surprise.
“Oh, good morning! I didn’t think you’d be awake already, it’s pretty early and you always sleep until it’s almost lunchtime” you chuckle while entering the room, going to lift up the blind and open the window a little.
Namjoon is looking at you in awe, you’re not wearing anything he hasn’t seen on you before -a shirt and some worn out shorts- but he can perfectly see the hickeys he gave you last night on your neck since you’re wearing your hair on a side plait plus you’re still yawning even if it’s been surely more than half an hour since you woke up and adding that to the fact that now he is your boyfriend... he wonders if you’d be up for round two before having breakfast.
“Hello? Earth to Namjoon! Are you sleeping with your eyes open again or what?” Your voice is once again bringing him back to reality, your glance focused on your phone rather than on him.
“No, no, sorry, I guess I’m still a little tired. What’s up?”
You roll your eyes playfully while looking back at him, “I was asking if you wanted to have breakfast now, but you can keep sleeping if you want, I have things to do anyways.”
Namjoon accepts your offer and accompanies you to the kitchen to make breakfast; he loves how he knows his way around your apartment and how domestic it feels waking up together after having been making love all night to have breakfast and spend the morning at home, like a long-term couple.
He is about to open his mouth and address the elephant in the room once you’re both seated at your table and drinking coffee when you beat him to it.
“So, I don’t want to make things weird after last night and I don’t really think this need to be said since we’ve been friends for quite some time now and already know each other and where we stand,” Namjoon doesn’t like where this seems to be going, “the sex was really good and I think we both needed it after the stress from college but -and don’t get me wrong please- I don’t think it’s a good idea to make it something common, you know?”
Nope, Namjoon is hating this. He is quite lost, what is happening right here? What do you mean you don’t want to have sex with him anymore? Are you already breaking up with him? And what do you mean by ‘making things weird’ and ‘we’ve been friends’? What the fuck are you even talking about? Is he still sleeping? Is this one of his nightmares? That must be it, a nightmare, the worst he’s had so far.
You must sense his confusion because you chuckle a little and even blush; Namjoon wants to smile at the sight, you just look way too cute, but your words have him very confused right now.
“The sex was good, really! Amazing even, Joonie! All I’m saying is that we both know each other too much to have a friends-with-benefits relationship without fucking it up -no pun intended by the way” you laugh again lightly while sipping from your mug and grabbing a toast from the plate in between you both.
Namjoon is really thrown back by your behaviour but as much as he’d like to talk back and confess how ardently he loves you, he realises maybe now is not the right time; he is already sure about his feelings for you and what he wants but you don’t seem to be on the same page just yet and he, being the gentleman he like to think he is, will of course give you some time to figure out your feelings for him. Because of course you must be in love with him too, but maybe you’re more stubborn than he thought you to be and preferred to think your feelings for him were only of lust and not love. It’s okay, you’ll come to your senses and if not, he’ll help you find the right way to his side.
“Yeah, sure. Don’t worry about it, y/n. I know what you mean.”
Days goes by, then weeks and before Namjoon realises it’s been almost a month since that beautiful and extraordinary night he revives almost every day in the solitude of his room. It’s during one of those moments when he is remembering the way your voice sounded asking him for more, to please don’t stop thrusting into your tight and velvety walls and he is about to climax, saying your name like a mantra, that his phone starts vibrating making him jump on his bed and let out a groan, who the fuck? He is tempted to ignore it, too occupied with his hard and leaking cock on his hand to bother with answering the annoying prick that is calling him right in this moment, but then he takes a glance of your name on the screen and it’s physically impossible for him to ignore you. Namjoon sighs and tries to even his breathing and even covers his naked body with the sheet of his bed even though it’s just a regular call.
“Hello, babe, what’s up?”
“Namjoon,” uh oh, you’re using his full name plus your tone is way too plain, this cannot be good, “are you busy right now?”
He looks down at his now less hard cock and shakes his head slowly, “not at all, why? Do you need something?”
“Could you please come over?” Namjoon is already out of his bed and looking for his underwear and clothes, he doesn’t need for you to give him more details about wanting him to go to your house, but he still asks.
“Sure thing, but is something the matter? You sound serious”
A silence follows his question and Namjoon stops his movements altogether, looking straight to the wall with a frown adorning his face, “y/n? Is everything okay?”
“Just… please, come quickly, okay? I need to tell you something.”
He is about to interrogate you a little more or even ask if he needs to bring you something, but you don’t give him time and hang up just as you finish speaking. He looks at his phone with a deeper frown now and hurries up out of his house and into his car.
Namjoon arrives in record time, he’s been thinking about what could have possibly happened for you to be that dry on the phone; yesterday evening when he last saw you everything was okay, and even this morning you sent him an audio telling him how excited you were because the books you bought online finally arrived and were going to start reading them. So, what happened?
You open the door as soon as he rings the bell and without any words, sign for him to come inside. Namjoon observes your attire: sweatpants, a Superman t-shirt and your part of your hair is on a cute little bun, you look adorable and if it weren’t for the frown on your face and your apparent inability to look him in the eye, Namjoon would be cooing internally at you.
“What is happening, y/n? You’re making me worried,” he is now sitting next to you on the sofa in the little living room of your apartment.
You sigh for what seems to be the tenth time since Namjoon got here and start fidgeting with your fingers, “I don’t know how this happened… well, I know how it happened, but I don’t know how we both could be so irresponsible…”
“What happened? What did we do?” Namjoon is more nervous with each passing second, several scenarios running through his mind.
“I’m pregnant”, you guess the best way to tell him is by just doing it at once, to rip off the band aid.
A few moments of silence follow after your words, nothing can be heard, and it feels as if the world has completely stopped. You look at him cautiously and find Namjoon looking at you with wide eyes, opening and closing his mouth like he was a fish. The image is funny, cute even, and you would have laughed have it not been a moment like this.
“What?” It’s the only thing that Namjoon manages to say, he’s not sure he heard you right and doesn’t want to get his hopes up like he did before, just in case.
You mumble a little ‘wait here’ and leave the room, in the direction of your bedroom. Before he can decide if he should follow you or not, you’re back with several sticks on your hands. Your face doesn’t show the same worrisome it did when Namjoon first got here but the frown is still present, and he has to physically restrain himself from softening it and give you a kiss on the forehead.
“Here, these are the pregnancy tests. I went out this morning to get them, they’re all positive. I’m three weeks pregnant, Namjoon.”
He takes them and indeed, they all show two lines, one of them even stating what you just said: 3 weeks pregnant.
“This… this is…” Namjoon is trying to find the words to describe how he’s feeling right now; he wants to cry, to scream, to jump, but overall, he wants to hug you and kiss you silly. He is going to be a dad! And you’re the one carrying his children! He could marry you on the stop. Actually, he should start looking for rings and think about a proposal. Would you prefer to wait until you give birth? Or maybe you’d like to do it quickly before your tummy starts showing. Either way, Namjoon doesn’t mind, that’s your decision to make.
“I know it’s not ideal, don’t worry. I’m going to start looking for abortion clinics today, I want to get rid of it as soon as possible. That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about, I think we should both pay it since, you know, we both did it.”
“What the hell are you even talking about?” Namjoon can’t believe what he’s hearing, ‘abortion clinics’, ‘get rid of it’?
“We’re not gonna keep it. I’m not gonna have it, Namjoon.”
You are both standing now in the middle of your living room, looking at each other, both with a surprised look in your eyes albeit for very different reasons.
“Why not? I want to be a dad; I want to keep the baby.”
“What? Since when you want to be a father?”
“Since always?” Namjoon is trying not to raise his voice and keep his cool, he doesn’t want to upset himself more than he already is and doesn’t want to upset you either, that wouldn’t do your children any good.
You scoff and roll your eyes at his answer, “you don’t have time for that. You barely have time to eat with how busy you are with college; how do you plan on making time for a baby? You surely won’t drop college; how would you find a job then? Look, if you don’t want to pay for it that’s okay, I can afford it, it’s no biggie”
“It’s not about the money, y/n. I don’t want you to abort our baby because I want to have it with you. I’ll make time for it, we have nine months to figure it out, okay? We’ll both see how we can manage it. Maybe next year I can take fewer classes at college, and you could stop your studies for a year until the baby is old enough to leave them in a nursery without too many problems. Let’s just focus on celebrating and making an appointment with your doctor, darling, don’t worry too much” Namjoon is making his way to hug you and finally kiss you, but you take a few steps back looking at him with wide eyes, as if what he has been saying is insane.
“What the fuck? What the fuck am I supposed to be celebrating? I don’t want to be a mother; you know that I’ve told you several times before. Once I get a fucking abortion it’s when I’ll be celebrating. Look, I’m sorry if you want to be a father right now, but I don’t and I’m not gonna do it.”
Namjoon is starting to get angrier with the moment, he doesn’t understand why you have to be so stubborn. Surely, you’ve told him before about your reticence towards being a mother and how you’d rather abort if you were to ever get pregnant, but he always thought you were saying that referring to carrying the children of another person, not his.
“There’s no need for that, baby, if you just…”
“Don’t ‘baby’ me, Namjoon! My word is final: I’m having an abortion whether you like it or not. Now leave, please”
That’s it.
He snaps.
“Shut the fuck up. You’re not fucking getting an abortion, and that’s final. Do you understand? You’re gonna carry my children and this is just going to be the first of many to come so you better get used to the idea, is that clear, baby? I gave you enough time to fucking figure out your feelings for me, but this is way too much, I’m not gonna let you murder our children just because you are way too stubborn to realise, you’re in love with me. Now stop fucking talking nonsense before I made you myself.”
With each word that abandoned Namjoon’s mouth he got closer and closer to you until he had you trapped against the wall. You’re looking at him with horror in your eyes and his chest is heaving. He raises his hand, and you flinch and close your eyes, a yelp escaping from your mouth, but the hit never comes. Instead, you feel his fingers on your stomach softly while his other hand goes after your neck in order to bring you closer to his body.
“We’ll be okay, baby. I get that you’re nervous, but we’ll figure everything out and be the best parents to our children.” His words are disturbing, but what scares you the most is the smile on his face and how his eyes are shining with excitement and utter happiness, as if just a moment ago he wasn’t screaming and threatening you. Namjoon is finally able to give you a kiss on the forehead and you can’t do anything but stay still and feel tears falling down your face.
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Physical Therapy [Tobio Kageyama x Reader]
pairing: dom!tobiokageyama x manager!reader
genre: smut, fluff
word count: 3.9K
tags: minor character injury, soft/hard dom kageyama, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, dry humping, praise, degradation, spanking, hair pulling, pwp
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It wasn’t like Kageyama to ever hurt himself during a game. He’d always taken the necessary precautions to avoid that: staying hydrated, stretching religiously, and always being mindful of how he moved his body when setting a ball.
But something had gone wrong this game. Maybe it was the nerves of playing in his first college match. Maybe it was the unfamiliarity of not having Hinata there to receive his set. Whatever it was, he was off his game the moment the match started. Fortunately, he had a strong team behind him, and they’d racked up a good amount of points throughout the game. Towards the end, Kageyama had set the ball toward the wing spiker, lifting his arms up and back to hit it toward him in what used to be he and Hinata’s signature move.
But he’d hyper-extended his arms too far, resulting in a pulled muscle near his right shoulder blade. He’d tried to play it off, but you could tell by how he clenched his teeth and rolled his shoulder that he was in pain.
Both coaches noticed as well, and had it have happened to any other player, they would have pulled them out of the game; but Kageyama was stubborn as a mule, and quite frankly they needed him. They were in the home stretch at that point, only needing a couple more points to win; and if anyone could pull it off, it was him.
They made the right decision, the team winning by two points.
The coaches had dismissed Kageyama while the rest of the players were assigned to clean up the court. You watched worriedly as he stalked off toward the exit, twisting his back as he did so in a failed attempt to relieve the pain.
Seeing as no one else was going to, you went after him to make sure he was okay. You were the team manager after all and it was the least you could do. You’d found him in the club room, reaching across himself uncomfortably to rub at his back. He hadn’t even noticed you come in until you cleared your throat.
“Oh. Hey y/n.” He immediately dropped his hand, not wanting to give away how much discomfort he was in.
“You’re hurt,” you stated, frowning in concern.
“I don’t know what happened out there,” Kageyama huffed, disregarding your comment. “I couldn’t get my damn head in the game!”
He threw his arms up in frustration, regretting it immediately as he only put more strain on his injury. His face contorted in pain as he rolled his shoulder in an attempt to relieve the discomfort.
“But you won,” you reminded him. “You set the ball that scored the winning point to be exact.”
He sighed, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter. I screwed up almost every set before that.”
Kageyama lifted his arm to run his hand through his damp hair, once again being reminded of his injury as he strained the muscle. He audibly expressed his pain this time, wincing as he lowered his arm.
“You’re obviously in a lot of pain...maybe you should go the nurse?” You suggested, concern clear as day in your voice.
“No! I...I can’t. If I do, she’ll tell Coach how bad it actually is; and then I won’t get to play next week.” He knew it was irresponsible to hide the extent of his injuries, but he couldn’t bear the thought of being benched so early in the season.
You rolled your eyes, disapproving of him prioritizing his performance over his injury. “Kageyama, if you play with it in this condition you could make it worse.”
“Don’t you think I know that!” He snapped, shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath soon after. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. Though it wasn’t necessary. Not only were you used to his short temper, but you were attracted to it.
“It’s fine. I didn’t mean to rub it in your face. But at least...let me help you.”
He looked over at you with a quirked brow, wondering exactly how you’d be able to help him. “What do you mean?”
You chewed on your lip, not sure what the best wording would be. Your idea suddenly seemed a lot better in your head.
“Well um...” you murmured, looking at anything but him. “I could try...massaging your shoulder...if you want? I mean, I don’t know if I’d be any good, but...I guess it’s better than nothing.”
Kageyama blushed ever so slightly, his eyes widening as he stared at his feet. You instantly regretted suggesting it, your face growing just as hot as his. Your lips parted to apologize and tell him never mind when he began to grumble.
“Well...I suppose if I can’t go to the nurse then that’s the next best thing.”
Your eyebrows raised slightly in shock. You really weren’t expecting him to say yes. The two of you had become pretty good friends over the summer practice season but you’d never really touched one another before; besides maybe a friendly pat on the shoulder, or high-five after a good game.
“O-okay, um,” you looked over at the couch that was nestled in the back corner of the club room. “Hold on.”
You walked past him and removed all but one of the small pillows from the couch, leaving it for him to rest his head on. His eyes widened when you grabbed the sleeve of his team jacket and pulled him towards the sofa before gesturing for him to lay down. He glanced at you hesitantly before sitting down. You weren’t expecting him to take anything off, which is why you nearly squealed when he slid down the zipper of his jacket and threw it over the arm of the couch. He turned to lay on his stomach, the couch being just long enough to accommodate his tall frame.
Kageyama tensed when he felt you climb on top of him, your legs on either side of his torso as you straddled his lower back. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t that. Though, he didn’t have any complaints; especially not when your hands traveled up his back and almost immediately found the spot that was troubling him. You massaged the area so expertly, so diligently that you’d think this wasn’t your first time doing this. You were so focused on the task that you hadn’t even noticed him trying to get your attention.
“Y/N.”
You stilled your hands to signal that you were listening.
“A little harder,” he requested, voice muffled by the pillow.
You nodded as if he could see you before digging the heel of your palm into his back, tracing slow circles over the pulled muscle. Upon doing so, Kageyama exhaled a long sigh that unexpectedly turned into a groan, and you immediately pulled your hands away from him.
“Sorry!” you squeaked out. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, no,” he assured you. “Keep doing that.”
Your stomach fluttered at the command as you hastily returned your hands to his back. A series of grunts, groans, and sighs fell from his lips as you kneaded into his shoulder blade, and you cursed yourself as you suddenly had a revelation.
You were getting wet.
“Roll my shirt up.”
Your eyes widened as you were pulled from thought. “Huh?”
“My jersey,” he muttered. “Push it up so you can massage my shoulder properly?”
“Oh! Right, okay.”
With trembling fingers you grasped the light material of his jersey, sliding it up his back. Your mouth watered at the sight of his back muscles flexing under his skin, and you prayed that he didn’t feel your thighs clench around him. You resumed rolling your knuckles into his back, trying desperately hard to calm down; though it was incredibly difficult with the sweaty man below you moaning like he was receiving the best head of his life.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “That’s better.”
You hadn’t realized how close you’d been leaning over his back, and neither did Kageyama until you let out a shaky breath, the warmth fanning over his neck. You were also unaware of how you’d been rolling your hips into his back ever so slightly, and it wasn’t until you heard him click his teeth that you noticed that he was chuckling.
“I can’t believe you’re getting off on this.”
Your hands froze and your stomach dropped as you registered what he said.
“W-what? What are you talk-”
“You think I can’t feel you grinding your pussy into my back?” he inquired, his tone bored; as if he was asking you the time or something. “Speaking of, I don’t recall telling you to stop.”
You weren’t sure whether to be mortified or turned on, but you were both, and your body immediately obeyed him. Your palms rested on his back for stability as you continued grinding into him. He chuckled again, craning his neck over his shoulder to throw you an amused grin.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Such a dirty girl. Have you no shame?”
“Kageyama,” you whimpered, your face growing hot as he watched you with feigned disapproval in his eyes.
Suddenly he was getting up from under you, causing you to fall back against the armrest of the couch. In seconds he was on top of you, one of his knees between your thighs as he peered down at you.
“Is this why you offered me a massage? You wanted to touch me that badly, huh? Wanted me to touch you?”
He leaned down to nuzzle his head into your neck, pressing soft kisses against your skin.
You shook your head furiously. “N-no! I just wanted to-”
“Never knew you were such a pervert,” he continued, taunting you. “And now you’ve gone and made my cock hard, so...”
The knee between your thighs pressed up against your crotch, grinding into you.
“What do you think I should do to you, club manager?”
He began to place wet kisses all over the expanse of your neck, one of his hands roughly gripping your thigh, and you wondered how on earth he expected you to answer him when he was touching you like that. Every lash of his tongue against your skin had you squirming, and caught up in the pleasure of it you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“Use me,” you breathed. “Please.”
Kageyama chuckled darkly against your throat before hovering his lips over your ear.
“You sure that’s what you want? After today I have a lot of pent up aggression to work through.” He caught your earlobe between his teeth, tugging gently. “Might break you, baby.”
You had to stop yourself from moaning at the mere thought of him putting you out of commission. His sudden change in demeanor already had your head spinning, and him threatening you with a good time wasn’t helping that. He smirked against your skin as you nodded fervently.
Kageyama pulled away from you and sat back in the couch, resting both arms over the top and being mindful of the one adjacent to his injury. He spread his legs just far enough for you to fit in between, his obvious erection straining against his shorts.
“If that’s the case then why don’t we start with that pretty mouth of yours? I think we can put it to good use, don’t you?”
You nearly threw yourself at his feet, kneeling between his legs and resting your hands on his knees, awaiting instruction. Kageyama appreciated how obedient you were, admiring how you gazed up at him while he pushed down his shorts and boxers in one motion. An inaudible gasp fell from your lips at his size, his cock standing at attention, and clearly you weren’t the only one getting off on the massage.
“Touch me,” he commanded, tone laced with authority.
You propped your elbows up on his thighs and grasped his length with both hands. He hissed as you began to work your hands up and down his cock, squeezing every so often. You leaned closer to lick up the trail of precum that dribbled out of the tip.
Kageyama’s hips involuntarily bucked up toward your face, his cock pressing against your lips. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Spit on it.”
You opened your mouth, letting the saliva drip off of your tongue and onto his cock before spreading it around with your hands.
“Mhm, such a good little slut.” He pet your head as he lifted his hips once more, this time purposely nudging your lips with the head of his cock. “Open.”
You parted your lips in compliance, allowing him to push himself into the warmth of your mouth. Immediately you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, humming as you savored the taste of him. The hand atop your head grew heavier as he pushed to encourage the rest of his length into your mouth. Moaning as your throat constricted around it, you began to suck.
Kageyama’s head fell back, and his fingers tugged at your roots as you pleasured him. The sound of you choking around his cock each time you attempted to take all of him in was enough to have him ready to cum in your mouth. You yelped around him when both of his hands entangled in your hair, gripping it tightly as he fucked your mouth.
By the time he reluctantly pulled out, you were an absolute mess. Tears streamed down your cheeks, saliva glistened against your chin, and your hair had been ruffled from Kageyama’s rough pulling of it.
He couldn’t recall a time that you looked more beautiful.
Grabbing your shoulder, he pulled you up from the ground with his good arm. He stood up along with you before pushing you onto the couch where he previously sat. His fingers dug into your hips as he flipped you over so that you were on your knees, your upper body leaning against the top of the couch. You could hear him get down on his knees behind you before he gripped the waistband of your track pants, dragging them down to around your thighs. Your ass wiggled as you squirmed in anticipation of what he might do.
“Club manager,” he mused, one of his hands gently caressing your ass before he brought it down harshly with a loud smack. “If only you could see how much of a needy whore you look like right now.”
He rubbed at where your skin bloomed red, soothing the area; only to spank you once again in the same spot.
“Kageyama,” you whined, burying your face into the cushions. “Make me cum. Please.”
He sighed, the warmth of his breath against your rear apprising you of his proximity. “I thought you wanted me to use you?” he taunted, his fingers gripping the waistband of your panties.
Despite his teasing tone, he still slid them down your legs, cock twitching at the sight of your glistening cunt. You gasped when he dipped two of his fingertips into your dripping entrance and gathered some of your wetness, spreading it across your slit. He pressed his thumb against your needy clit, grinding the digit against it.
“Don’t you worry, baby. M’gonna make you cum nice and hard for me, and then I’m going to fuck you as a reward for sucking my cock so well. How does that sound?”
Nodding eagerly, you tried to push back against his hand but he pulled it away. You winced when he brought his palm down to spank you again.
“I asked you a question.” Another slap. “Where are your manners, club manager?”
Something about the way he wouldn’t even call you by your name was so exhilaratingly degrading. “G-good! It sounds good...please, make me cum.”
Kageyama hummed, content with your response as he returned his hand to your pussy. He offered you no warning as he pushed in two of his fingers, immediately curling them to press against that spongy spot inside of you.
He began to fuck you with his fingers, driving them into you relentlessly. You moaned out his name, though it was drowned out by the way you buried your face into the couch. Kageyama didn’t like that, and made it known as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you away from the cushion so that he could hear you properly.
In fact, anyone within a fifty foot radius of the club room could probably hear you properly, along with the lewd sounds of your wetness gushing around his fingers.
“Kageyama~” you moaned. “G-gonna cum...”
He didn’t need you to tell him that. He could tell by the way you clenched around his fingers, and how you bucked your hips against them, that you were close. Bringing his other hand underneath you, he rubbed at your neglected clit, pushing you over that edge. You cried out his name as you came around his fingers.
Only when you stopped convulsing did he withdraw his fingers from you, and had you been facing him you would’ve known that he brought them to his mouth, cleaning them off with his tongue. He’d also pulled off his jersey, laying it carefully over the top of the couch.
While you caught your breath he stood up from behind you, gripping his leaking cock in his hand and pumping it a few times. You’d expected him to at least give you a minute or two to calm down, which is why you were caught off guard when you felt the head of his cock pushing into your entrance.
He didn’t stop there, filling you up until his hips were pressed against your ass, and enjoying every whimper that escaped your lips as he did so.
“Yes,” he groaned, staying still just to relish in the feeling of your walls contracting around him. “So fucking tight.”
He pulled out halfway before slamming back into you, beginning a relentless pace as he fucked you. He really wasn’t lying when he said that he had a lot of pent up aggression to work through. As scary as he could be sometimes, he was never anything short of nice and respectful toward you. And now here he was, taunting you and pounding into you as if he had some sort of vendetta against you. Nonetheless, you were honored to be the one he unleashed his frustration upon.
“Mm, you feel so good,” he moaned, hands kneading into your flesh. “What a tight little slut you are. Fuuuck.”
He thrust into you faster and harder, your needy whines egging him on.
“The door’s not even locked,” he grunted, his voice shaky as he slammed into you. “Any one of my teammates could walk in right now and see our slutty little manager taking my cock so fucking well.”
His fingers dug into your hips as he fucked you, not caring if he left any bruises. Who else would see you like this anyways? You were his now.
“You really should- ah~ be ashamed, club manager. I mean really: where is your professionalism?”
Your face flushed at his teasing as you whimpered. He already had you so close to cumming, your stomach tightening along with your aching cunt. “K-Kageyama...”
You yelped when he gripped your hair roughly in his fingers, pulling until your back was pressed up against his chest.
“What is it? You wanna cum already, hm?”
You could only moan in response while he growled into your neck, licking and biting at the skin there as his rhythm began to fall apart. “Do it, then. Fuck, cum all over my cock baby girl.”
That was all it took for you to let go, a series of swears followed by his name falling from your lips as you came.
He bit down on your neck as he chased his own orgasm, not having to try very hard as your cunt fluttered around him. After just a few more thrusts, he was moaning into your neck, hips stuttering as his cum flooded your insides.
He released your hair, allowing your upper body to fall against the top of the couch. He leaned over you and pressed soft kisses onto your shoulder as he came down from euphoria. The two of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes before he pulled his softening cock out of you. He watched in awe as his cum dribbled out of you and down your thigh.
He scanned the room for his gym bag, and upon finding it, pulled out a tattered tee shirt with the words ‘Karasuno’ printed in worn letters on the front. Returning to you, he used the shirt to clean you up.
He cleared his throat as he wiped at the mess between your legs. “Sorry if I was...too much. I uh-”
You could barely keep your eyes open, but you looked back to give him a reassuring smile.
“You don’t have to apologize,” you assured him. “It was good. You were good.”
He blinked at you, setting aside the tee shirt and turning your body around to face him.
“Really?”
It was strange how unsure he sounded of himself, considering how he’d just been pounding into you with the utmost confidence just moments before.
You nodded, propping yourself up to press your lips to his in what would be your first kiss. His hands immediately shot up to cup your cheeks, humming against your lips as he kissed you passionately. His fingers traveled toward your hair, rubbing circles into your scalp to soothe any soreness he may have caused with his merciless pulling.
You reluctantly broke the kiss, pecking his lips once more before gazing up at him.
“You played really well today, too. And even if you aren’t, I’m proud of you, okay?”
He nodded, unable to hide his smile as he thanked you.
The two of you helped each other get dressed, and just in time too. It wasn’t long before you heard the whooping and hollering of the rest of the team from down the hall, signaling that they had finished cleaning up the gym.
When the club door was thrown open, you and Kageyama had been seated on the couch as far away from each other as possible, trying your best to be inconspicuous.
“Hey, there he is!”
The players flooded the room, and your eyes widened when they made a bee line for Kageyama. Two of the wing spikers pulled him up from his seat before hoisting him up on their shoulders.
The way they all congratulated and cheered for him warmed your heart, and you hoped that if your words from earlier hadn’t made him feel any better, then at least this would. Though you could tell from the growing smile on his face that he was already in better spirits.
“Alright, settle down you two. Don’t forget, he did hurt himself out there.” The team captain looked to Kageyama as his teammates carefully set him down. “We’re going out for ramen to celebrate the win. You’re more than welcome to come if you’re feeling up to it- you too, y/n!”
You and Kageyama looked at each other before agreeing, the two of you needing some kind of sustenance after what had just transpired.
You didn’t know what would become of your relationship after that day; but it went without saying that you’d definitely grown closer because of it, and you were both eager to see what the future held in store for the two of you.
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hi ! <3 I Absolutely luv your scenarios!:) Can I request for the pregnant s/o scenario with Midorima & Murasakibara ? :o Thank you :D
HELLO <333 wahhh tysm for reading, and i hope you’re still around lurking here to see this, my anon <33 also, i did write these in headcanon formats but please PLEASE let me know if you wanted scenarios and i’ll whip up scenarios :>
Pregnant S/O with Midorima, Murasakibara
Note: I am also writing this hc under the premise that the S/O has been dating with them for quite some time and is practically settled with them
Part 1 here
Midorima Shintarou
How He Found Out
i would believe for him to always, always use protection whenever he ends up having sex with you, and make sure you’re on birth control to prevent such an occurence
for a pregnancy to even happen, these conditions need to happen: 1.) he needs to be 100% sure that the two of you will be together for a very, VERY long time enough to not freak out about contraceptives or at least toy with the idea of not use any in the back of his mind and 2.) you somehow riled him up so much that he let it slide once/twice and go condom-free (whether you were on birth control or not that’s up to you, but he’d assume you were)
well, it turns out that during one of those rare moments of unprotected sex, you got pregnant, and now here you are with a positive stick in your hand squinting at it and scratching your head that you were either incredibly lucky or unlucky to get pregnant out of those few times you two went raw
how were you gonna tell him? well, he was a traditional man, so you simply set up a small, cute surprise for him when he gets back home
y’know, balloons in the living room and a little wrapped gift on the cleared table… it would send the message across… you think
hours passed and you were on the sofa twiddling your thumbs like a preschooler on timeout LOL and you didn’t want to go anywhere in case Midorima comes home early
your instincts were right because an hour later, he comes home utterly exhausted, immediately thinking about being roundabout in asking to snuggle with you
but then he freezes when his shoe stepped and POPPED one of the balloons you scattered around prior, and it scared him SHITLESS
he almost dropped his lucky claypot. almost.
“(y/n), what is going on?!”
he thinks it’s one of your antics and pranks as usual, and he immediately sighs exasperatedly at the thought of cleaning the mess up
“Seriously, I can never leave you alone in this house, nanodayo…” and as he shuffles through the floor, trying to avoid the rest of the clutter you caused, he notices you sitting primly on the couch (and giving him a poorly-concealed smile)
“Shintaro! I didn’t know you’d come home so soon~”
“Well, everyone was being annoying as usual, and most of the work has been done for today. I might as well come home to spend the rest of the day with you… obviously.”
you were so obvious, your eyes flitting back to the gift on the table and back to him, and Midorima doesn’t know whether to roll his eyes or laugh
“I’m assuming this is all for me,” he sighed, trying to hide his smile. “I don’t recall any special occasion for today, though.”
oh, your face just grew the biggest shit-eating grin at his words
“Is that so?~” you feigned with a sing-song voice
at your insistence on him opening the present right now, he swiftly pulls the ribbon apart and opens the box to see your positive test
MIDORIMA.EXE has stopped working
“W-W-W-What is that?!”
“A pregnancy test.”
“Whose?!”
“... Mine?”
“Wait, how?! With who??”
“Uh…” You stared at him incredulously. “You?”
MIDORIMA.EXE is failing to reboot
you were pointing at yourself and Midorima to further try to get the POINT ACROSS to this poor man who’s trying to process this OFBEJDIWHRIE
but you stopped your hand motions when you see the purest smile slowly growing on Midorima’s normally stoic face
YOU.EXE has stopped working
he brings you into a tight embrace and for a while you two hug in silence, enjoying each other’s company
“So uh, I’m pregnant,” you said, your words slightly muffled by his shirt
“Yes, I am quite well aware now,” he replied dryly, but his eyes are quite affectionate
“I hope you realize that this is a huge responsibility, (y/n).”
“Hey! I know that it’s a big deal! Come on, who do you take me for?”
“... Right.”
During Pregnancy
the first thing he does was take you to the doctor’s just to find out when you were going to deliver
“What? Why?” you asked him
“I must know our child’s horoscope sign as soon as possible,” he said seriously. “We have to make sure they’re born with no misfortunes attached to them.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
MIDORIMA PLEASE-
okay, but he’d also ask the doctor diligently on what you should be doing and what he should be doing to ensure a successful delivery
Midorima is deadass budget-version doctor at home
it’s that one meme where you go:
“Hey mom can we have a doctor?”
Mom: “We already have a doctor at home.”
Doctor at home: Midorima Shintarou
JOKES aside, he really is knowledgeable on this entire ordeal, which is a blessing and a curse
you could always come to him to rely on him when you’re unsure of something or for him to deal with your moodiness
but at the same time, you can’t get away with snacking on abhorrent things because he’d SNATCH them off your hands and scold you for being irresponsible LOLOL
you could NEVER sneak off unhealthy food because he’s ALWAYS somehow there to catch you or he eventually finds out later and still give you an earful
you still try to do it again anyways
then there’s that side of Midorima where he’d stuff the entire house with bundles of lucky items because he insists on buying two lucky items for you and the kid every day during your pregnancy… all so you can “maximize” your chances of having a successful delivery
you’re sobBING, it’s so CUTE BUT SO DUMB
did I mention that he’s already started on building the nursery and decorating it in ALL sorts of lucky charms and adorable plushies under the guise of “being safe and making the room lucky”
he rarely lets you step out of the house, but if you have to, he’ll always make the time for you so he can accompany you and just glower at anyone who looks at you the wrong way
surprisingly, he’s a lot more lenient on the PDA during your pregnancy: LOTS of hand-holding, chaste kisses on your head/forehead and maybe cheeks, and he does often hug you from the side to protect you
if you bring it up to him though, he’ll deny it to the VERY end and insists that he only does it so you don’t get moody and snap at random strangers passing by, and then it’ll be a hassle to deal with them
yeah right, Midorima
Murasakibara Atsushi
How He Found Out
when you first found out, you decided to hide it from him until you can figure out how to go about your pregnancy
1.) he didn’t seem like the type who can handle kids, let alone even like them
2.) you’re worried about how he’d react considering that he has a “devil-may-care” attitude and has quite a languid view on most things, even to this day
you underestimated Murasakibara though because when you first initially excused yourself to the restroom the first few times, he assumed that you were having too many sweets and barred you from consuming them until you got better
but you didn’t… in fact, you looked even sicker as the days progressed
that was when Murasakibara got suspicious and started paying attention to you and your behavior
when he gets serious, he’s incredibly sharp and intuitive
even still, he doesn’t know if he should confront you or wait until you tell him, because you’ve always been the “big pants” in the relationship, for lack of better terms
so he waits and observes, but he still acts just as normally as any other day, and you, on the other hand, thought you were able to successfully hide this from him
still, when you keep up this sneaky behavior around him, he slowly doubts himself about if he did anything wrong, if he forgot anything important, or if you’re doubting this relationship ???
but he’s not going to admit it to you, so he’s going to casually call Himuro and voice his concerns in such a roundabout way
Himuro immediately understands what he’s trying to ask and simply tells him to talk it out with you
ofc, Murasakibara just huffs and complains about it being so troublesome, but Himuro, smiles, knowing him better that he was going to do it despite his verbal complaints
when asking you if he did anything “wrong” and such, you immediately shake your head and deny it all to ease his worries, and you tell him that it wasn’t anything like what he imagined
at your words, Murasakibara was relieved but at the same time, if these weren’t the problems, why were you acting so strange?
like when you kept oversleeping, kept rushing to the bathroom early mornings, or when you even turned down his offer of going to the grocery store, bakery, and the confectionery store together multiple times simply because you said that you didn’t have the energy
he finally confronted after a few weeks of dodging on your end, draping his entire body over you from behind and placing his chin on top of your head
“Chibi-chin…” he mumbled. “You’ve been acting really weird for the past few weeks. Talk to me.”
you only sighed as you turn around and embrace Murasakibara, and then separated from him to put distance between the two of you as you make eye contact with him
you resigned yourself to tell him the truth because he was going to find it sooner or later, considering that you’ve developed a small bump… so far, you’ve passed off your stomach size as a “food baby” and “gaining weight, I guess,” but you knew you couldn’t use that excuse forever
but before you can utter out a single word, dizziness hits you like a truck, making you completely lose balance before you legit fainted on the spot
poor Murasakibara expresses one of his rare moments of absolute distress as he lunged forward to catch you before you fell to the floor
he’s dialing Himuro because he has no idea what to do and he’s absolutely PANICKING and thinking of the worst-case scenarios of what happened to you
Murasakibara was READY TO CALL THE AMBULANCE AND EVERYTHING but Himuro managed to calm him down enough to reason that it’s better to bring you by car
after all, Himuro had an inkling of an idea of what happened to you, but like a little shit, he’s not gonna tell Murasakibara because seeing him so openly expressive like that was a guilty pleasure for him
POOR MURASAKIBARA
he’s constantly holding you in the car like his life is on the line, and Himuro is just driving and looking straight ahead mentally cackling and wondering how he’s gonna escape his wrath if Murasakibara ever finds out that he knew but didn’t tell him
imagine a distraught giant busting through the doors carrying an unconscious you with a model-like guy trailing behind and pushing the giant to the side to try to coherently talk to the disoriented receptionists
what a life
the doctor merely just says that you fainted and it wasn’t serious, and Murasakibara doesn’t believe them ONE BIT
but he notices Himuro walking over to the doctor’s ear and whispering something, before they had an “ah-ha!” moment, and then right on cue, they had you moved to a different room for testing
poor giant is so agitated, constantly shaking his leg on the floor while he’s sitting in the waiting room, jeez HIMURO PLEASE GIVE HIM A BREAK
“Congratulations! She’s pregnant!”
“Huh.”
“Aren’t you her special someone?”
“Indeed, Atsushi is!” Himuro answers for him with a wink
Murasakibara needs to p r o c e s s this
after a while, you groggily stroll out the room like nothing happened, but still you had a frown on your face because you didn’t want Murasakibara to find out about your pregnancy this way
the car ride home was so AWKWARDLY SILENT
when you both get home, he gets SO PETTY AND CHILDISH AND HUFFS AWAY AND REFUSES TO TALK TO YOU
you try to coax him with kisses, hugs, and tickles, but he’s not budging one bit
even snacks didn’t move him… even though he did eye them for a bit before he turned away
“Atsushiiii,” you whined. “Talk to meeee, I’m sorry.” and there you go pouting and trying to squish his cheeks to get him to give up
he looks at you with an uncharacteristically serious look when he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me, Chibi-chin?”
and here you are, reluctantly explaining your reasons, and Murasakibara is just frowning because he’s thinking about how he needs to get his shit together so you don’t ever think that you can’t rely on him again
lots of wholesome cuddling to make it all up to him
“So… Chibi-chin.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m… gonna be a dad?”
“Yeah.”
and he gives you the brightest smile he’s had since the game against the Jabberwocks, except it was much more intimate and sweeter
During Pregnancy
does Murasakibara have any idea on how to deal with pregnancy? no, but to be fair, most people aren’t prepared anyways
he keeps forgetting that he can’t just give you sweets and snacks willy-nilly anymore because that’d be horrible for the you and the child
but he’s always giving them to you out of habit LOL, but of course, usually you turn his snacks down and remind him that you can’t eat them anymore
except when you have ungodly cravings and just accept his offerings without a complaint
and then Murasakibara feels like something feels off before he realizes you’re tearing off the packaging and ready to shove the entire biscuit into your mouth—
from that point on, he’s a lot more diligent in keeping the processed foods away from you
whenever Himuro stops by to help you out, Murasakibara REFUSES to forget what he did before and he glares daggers at him with every chance he gets, and both you and Himuro ignore him and are having your own conversations about the child AND MURASAKIBARA JUST SULKS IN THE CORNER ALL ANGRY—
he’s so petty and he’s so pouty, and honestly he is the one that becomes clingy during your pregnancy
whenever you shop for baby essentials to prepare, he’s always tailing after you like a lost puppy and trying to learn and understand the baby basics(????), while also doubling as your bodyguard
I mean, who would want to mess with you while there’s a purple titan RIGHT there?
still, you get a huge kick when you see people’s shocked expressions at seeing this gigantic man in the baby sections/aisles following around
you noticed, especially during your later trimesters, that he’s even gentler in how he handles and touches you, and it’s super cute that he’s so conscious about his size and strength around you
your heart is LITERALLY melting
you don’t think he even realizes that himself
but still, Murasakibara has to literally grit his teeth to stop himself from glaring/snapping back at you when your mood swings get really bad
how much do you want to bet that Murasakibara makes you buy extra baby food just to try it?
he’d probably even make you taste test it with him
he says it’s so the baby can eat the best brands out there and doesn’t have to eat the shitty food, but you think that he’s just eating it for fun and you tell him not to spoil the baby so early like that
he leaves the decorations and actual planning up to you though, even though he’ll be right behind you as you do it… he just finds it tiring and too complex sometimes
if you send him on grocery errands and things like that, he’d actually get up and do it without a complaint
if it was all for you and his child’s sake, he’ll do anything… after all, it’s the least he can do to be a dependable father
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a blip in the reader-verse
chapter 1: beginnings and endings
summary: a minor mistake causes a shift in the multiverse that only you have the capacity to fix.
(current) pairing: steve rogers x reader
word count: 1.2k
warnings: pretty angsty, unhealthy relationships (codependency)
author’s note: i published this earlier but with a completely different plot (oops) ((i had to rewrite this whole thing)). i’ve never written anything longer than a one shot before, so please be nice! all reblogs are appreciated <3
Nothing had been the same since the Snap.
Unsurprisingly, watching half of your friends and teammates dissolve into no more than desaturated soot took an astounding toll in every single aspect of your life, but more than anything, in your love life.
Despite having some of your teammates left in the aftermath, you found yourself growing more and more anchored to Steve, and him with you. Although you began dating around a year before the Snap, the heavy loss that the both of you faced seem to launch you straight into the abyss of codependency.
Deep down, you knew that this wasn’t healthy for you. You’d be told millions of times by your remaining family and friends that no one should ever be as attached to anyone or anything as you were to Steve. He was your drug of choice, and you were reduced down to an addict.
You grew frustrated with those who challenged the nature of your relationship. It boiled down to the way that you felt that no one could truly understand the pain and guilt that the two of you constantly were doused in. Yet, at the same time, nothing could take your pain away and distract you from the distressing feelings more than Steve could.
You knew that if something were ever to happen to him, you’d be absolutely destroyed. You weren’t sure how you’d be able to go on through life without the super soldier by your side. Yet, this feeling was far from exclusive.
A multitude of nights had been spent in the dark, on opposite sides of the sofa in the living room of your apartment, silently listening to Steve vent, or allowing yourself to divulge your feelings yourself over the tragedy, your deepest fears, and anything else that was on your mind.
You were more than aware that Steve was just as afraid of losing you as you were of losing him.
That’s why you’d been so shocked when he offered to return the Infinity Stones sometime after Carol’s second snap.
You stood in the large field behind the Compound with knots tying and untying themselves in your stomach. You genuinely had an awful feeling about what was bound to occur, and you just weren't sure exactly why, it was just a gut feeling.
Coming up beside you, Sam looked around the field, observing the small platform, along with Steve as he chatted with Bruce and Tony, who were putting the final touches on the time machine.
“You okay? You’re chewing your lip like it’s an overcooked steak, or something,” he chuckled, clearly trying to lighten the mood.
“I don't know, Sam. I just don’t feel right about this,” you said softly, turning to look at him.
“It’s alright to be nervous, Y/N. Hell, I’m nervous too! But if it makes you feel any better, he’ll be back in like, 30 seconds, with not even a scratch on his body. And maybe it’ll do you guys some good to have some away time. I heard a certain couple became surgically attached at the hip while I was gone,” he gave you a little smirk.
“Ha ha,” you said drily, actually a bit more annoyed at the topic than you tried to let on. “Promise me he’s gonna be okay?” You asked, looking deep into Sam’s eyes, trying to draw out as much truth as possible.
“I promise. He’s coming over now, so try not to act like you’re on the brink of a heart attack,” he stepped aside, then received a big hug from his friend, before Steve moved on to bid you a farewell.
You sighed contentedly as you were wrapped in his warm and familiar embrace. The comfort of the hug alone had already calmed you down more than you could’ve ever expected.
“Why do you have to go?” You whispered sadly into his collarbone.
“I just do. But I’ll be back before you even realize I’m gone, okay?” He brought a hand up to your hair, and stroked it in what you’d learned was somewhat of a nervous tick. You simply nodded at the question, too upset with the situation to form the right words.
“I love you,” was all you could come up with.
“I love you too. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do while I’m gone.” He stepped away from you somewhat so he could get a good, final look at you.
“Come on, Rogers. Don’t you have some diamonds you’re supposed to be returning to the jewler right now?” Tony asked jokingly. You gave him a sour face, but acknowledged that it was time for him to go.
With that, all you were able to do was stand back and watch. But after a moment, Steve’s returning point had passed. Then, a minute had passed. That minute turned to five. And your worst nightmare had suddenly become your reality.
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Returning the stones had gone well, at first. Until it didn’t. Suddenly, Steve was in Stark Tower in 2012, Pym Particles smashed unceremoniously on the ground after falling several floors in the midst of a tussle with himself.
Steve couldn’t think of any worse scenario. Well, maybe if he hadn’t already returned all but the stone. But that didn’t even matter to him at the moment, he was permanently stuck in the past, and had probably created all sorts of time paradoxes.
Despite his own personal conflicts, he still had one task left, and he wasn’t going to risk a whole universe plunging into their darkest timeline due to a major panic on his part. After escaping the grasp of himself from the past, he managed to slip out of the building in one piece, before wandering the battered streets of New York in an attempt to find the Sanctum.
When Steve arrived at the Sanctum, the door had opened right up for him, as if he’d been expected all this time, and he was greeted by none other than the Ancient One.
“Captain Rogers,” she greeted, nodding, “I’m assuming you have something for me?”
Steve nodded, then handed her the briefcase. She opened it, then gladly put the Time Stone back in it’s proper home.
“Ancient One, I need you to help me with something. Is there any way at all that you’d be able to send me back home?”
“Why can’t you get back yourself?” She questioned.
“Well, I kind of can’t. All the particles I used to get here are kind of.. Gone.” He sighed, cringing internally at his own irresponsibility.
The Ancient One sighed, and shook her head, “I can do my best, but I can’t guarantee you’ll get back home. I can help you send some sort of SOS to your friends, and I can send you to a new reality, but I can’t promise you’ll end up exactly where you want to be.”
“But we have to try something.” He added helplessly, gaining a nod from the woman standing across from him.
“You’re right. I think I have an idea of what we need to do.”
next chapter
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the idea of loving you | 3
Being in love is never easy. Especially with a certain blonde-haired Slytherin around.. /4th year, Voldemort not coming back/
pairing: Draco x Ravenclaw reader
word count: 2600
warnings: none
a/n: I’ve been listening to a lot of girl in red lately, and is shows lol. Also thank you SOO much for all the support. It honestly makes my day <3
After the incident with Malfoy, you went back to Harry and you talked for another hour or so, before leaving together to head back to the castle. Draco left the inn shortly after your little talk. You felt relieved, knowing that he won't bother you anymore, so you can focus all your attention on the brown-haired boy who's been patiently waiting for you to come back. But oh boy, you were wrong. You couldn't get Malfoy and his intoxicating smell out of your mind, and it once again drove you crazy. He should be illegal, you thought.
As you got back to your common room, you saw Luna sitting on a blue velvet sofa alone, with a book in her hand. She wasn't reading it or anything, she just held it in her hand, as she stared out of the window. Luna Lovegood. You met her last year, on the train heading to Hogwarts. You were a bit late, so all the cabins were full, except for the one Luna was in. She sat alone, not bothering to look in your direction when you opened the door. Not out of rudeness, she just simply didn't notice you, as she was lost in her thoughts, similar to how you found her on the sofa just now. When you first saw her, she wore colorful clothes and a funny looking necklace made out of Butterbeer caps. You voiced your fascination towards the odd jewelry, saying you've never seen anything like that before. She didn't reply but smiled at you as she took it off and gave it to you. Being friends with her meant being together in silence doing completely different things, just enjoying each other's company. It meant long walks to feed the Thestrals, even though you didn't see them, and going stargazing together. You were out on a warm September night, in your half-tied shoes and wrinkled shirt sitting on the grass, filling the silence with meaningless jibber when she kissed you. This was the first kiss you've shared together. It ended as quickly as it began. Her kissing you took you off guard, but you didn't mind it. Her lips were soft and tasted like strawberries. She smiled at you as you laid back, spreading out on the grass as if nothing ever happened, and continued talking. Your second kiss happened briefly a month after that. It was no secret that Luna was weird. Everyone knew that, and they liked bullying her because of it. She was usually good at not caring and shutting them out, but on that particular day, she broke. You two were sitting on the floor in Myrtle's bathroom while she cried, and it honestly broke your heart. It was now you that started the kiss. It was delicate, slow, and full of emotion, but it wasn't romantically motivated, and you both knew it. You've never talked about this kiss again.
You wanted to walk up to her and ask her about her day, but Cho stopped you.
"Oh, y/n, thank Merlin you're back. We were just talking with Marietta about the ball. It's a week away, and we still don't have dresses," she stressed.
You realized she was right. You definitely needed to visit Hogsmeade before next Friday. Maybe you could invite Luna too. You knew she was not into all the dressing up, putting on expensive jewelry and makeup, but you'd give it a try, you thought.
"And also, I heard Ced invited you to their little get-together. I'm so happy you're coming, you don't even know. I've never even talked to these guys before, so I probably would've felt very awkward sitting with them," she laughed. That was true. Cho was easily intimidated, and she got all shy when she was with people she didn’t know well, so you were happy you accepted Cedric's offer.
In the end, you didn't get to talk to Luna, because Cho and Marietta dragged you with them to the library to meet up with some other friends. That's where you saw him. Hair as blonde as ever, eyes piercing, and he wore an annoyed look on his face. You gulped. You hadn't been expecting to see him here. You diverted your eyes as if you didn't even see him, and sat down at a table to join your friends. It's not weird he's here, he's a student after all, you thought. But still, seeing him after what he did to your heart previously that day made your cheeks heat up.
You were trying to listen to one of the Ravenclaw girl's story about what happened in her DADA class when you've heard Hermione call your name. When you turned to her, she gestured for you to go over there, so you did. Hermione and Harry was sitting at another table with Ron. When you got there you swore you could see a blush on Harry’s cheeks, but you didn’t mention it.
"Hey guys, what's up?" you asked, but your question was met with silence and awkward glances. You started to get worried. "Is everything alright?"
Hermione let out an audible sigh, "tell her what you told us, Harry, she should know."
You looked at Harry with a confused look on your face, waiting for an explanation. "So?"
Harry frowned, and he let a long sigh escape his mouth. "I've seen how Malfoy bothered you in the Three Broomsticks today. You took so long in the bathroom, I got worried and went after you. And I've seen what happened."
"Harry, I-" you didn't know what to say. You felt so guilty and irresponsible. You were on a date for Merlin's sake, and you almost let Draco kiss you. You were honestly disappointed in yourself.
"It's okay, y/n," he interrupted you quickly. "It's not your fault," he said, but you really weren't sure about that. "When we got back to the castle, I saw Malfoy, and I got angry. I-I just couldn't control myself."
"Leave y/n alone, Malfoy," Harry said firmly, after he saw the Slytherin boy walking down the hallway with Crabble.
Draco let out a laugh. "Why? Are you upset, because I stole the girl you wanted to take to the ball, Potter?" Malfoy said, visibly enjoying the enraged boy in front of him. Confusion settled on Harry's face, not knowing how Malfoy could've possibly known about that. "You know," Draco continued, " you should really keep your voice down when you talk. Someone might overhear you. 'Do you think I should ask her? What if she says no?' he quoted Harry mockingly. "Grow up, Potter."
"Are you serious? You asked her to the ball, so I couldn't go with her?"
"Seems like the chosen one wasn't chosen this time" Draco sneered, then walked away with his minion, leaving the Gryffindor boy infuriated.
After Harry told you what happened, you were baffled. You didn't want to believe it at first. Once again, you felt stupid. You weren't mad at Draco, you honestly just felt disappointed. He did all that to mess with Harry. He would've invited any girl Harry liked, and it left a bitter taste in your mouth. You swore boys will be the end of you. But you felt sorry for Harry more than you felt sorry for yourself. He was such a nice guy. He didn't deserve Malfoy's bullying, and he definitely didn't deserve you playing with his emotions. You felt guilt take over you.
"I'm so sorry Harry, I would've loved to go with you. But I mean, if you'd still want to go together, I'm in. I'll just call it off with Draco."
"Uhm, sorry y/n. When I heard you were going with someone I asked Parvati, and she said yes," he said. "But I could tell her that I changed my mind."
"No. The ball is only a week away, ditching her now would be horrible," you said, giving him a reassuring smile.
After returning to your table, and telling your friends about what happened, calling them furious would be an understatement.
"He is such a prick., I just can't believe he'd do that." Said the girl you sit with in Charms.
"I mean, he's Malfoy, what else did you expect? asked Marietta. "I'm seriously going to choke him the next time I see him." You couldn't help but laugh at that.
The following week passed quickly. It was hectic and exciting,. Everyone was talking about the ball, and practicing dancing. On Tuesday, you went out with Cho, Marietta, and Luna to find your dresses. You managed to convince your blonde friend to go with you, using your irresistible charms on her. She just couldn't say no to you. It took you a while to find the perfect dress since it was either the wrong color or the fitting of it was off, but after trying on 7 dresses, you've found the one.
"This is it," you whispered, looking at yourself in the mirror, taking in the sight before you. You looked amazing in the long satin dress. It fit you like a glove, and it's deep, blue color matched with the color of your house. You felt powerful and beautiful wearing it.
Thursday came quickly, and you were lying if you said you weren't nervous. It was the day of the Hufflepuff party. You walked with a knot in your stomach the whole day. You weren't ready to see Cedric and Cho all lovely-dovely together yet, considering it's only been a week since you got your heart broken. But you had to be strong. For Cho.
After classes, you headed back to your dorm, to change into something cooler than your uniform. When you entered Cho was already there, doing the same thing. When you were both done, you headed straight to the Hufflepuff common room.
"Are you sure you want to go to the ball with Malfoy?" Cho asked hesitantly while walking down the stairs of the Ravenclaw Tower.
You sighed. "What choice do I have? No one else invited me, and the ball is tomorrow."
"Go with Harry," she said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.
"I already asked him, and he's taking Parvati," you said.
"That's a bummer." You agreed with her. It really was a bummer.
You got to the Hufflepuff's common room faster than you wanted to. Cedric was already waiting outside for you two. Going in, you were surprised to see how different this common room was from yours. Yours was wide and tall with big, arched windows. Very graceful looking. The Hufflepuff one on the other hand had a very low ceiling, with a bunch of plants and small circular windows. It looked so cozy and comforting, like a sip of hot cacao on a cold winter morning, or warm, fuzzy socks. You loved it. After you finished marveling, you noticed that everyone was already sitting in a circle near the fireplace, so you quickly joined them. You sat on Cho's left, and Cedric sat on her right. It was okay. You could do this, it's not as bad as it thought it would be, you thought naively. There weren't a lot of people invited, you assumed since there were only about 7 people besides Cho, Cedric and you. You recognized some of them, they were all pretty popular. Some of the guys were bullies of Luna, which disgusted you, and it also didn't help with the knot in your stomach. One of the guys poured some Firewhiskey into everyone's glass, and you've all started drinking and talking. After your 3rd glass, you didn't feel tense anymore. It was a rather nice feeling, really. You were all bubbly and no one seemed scary anymore. Not even Cedric. One of the guys was muggle-born, and he told you about a game, that muggles play in parties like this.
"It's simple, just spin the bottle, and kiss whoever it lands on," he explained. There were a few uneasy glances exchanged.
"What if the bottle stops at someone I don't want to kiss?" a girl asked worriedly.
"If you chicken out, you have to leave. Those are the rules," he replied simply. "Any questions?" he asked after a pause. There were none, so you quickly started the game.
The first few spins were fun to watch. Everyone was excited, waiting for their turn to spin. You were fired up too, literally, from all the Firewhiskey you drank. It was now Cedric's turn to spin. He smiled at Cho, who smiled back at him before he took the bottle in his hand to give it a spin. It spun for what it seemed like an eternity, before slowing down. All eyes were fixated on it. You held your breath in with your heart racing. Not me, not me, please just not me, your mind chanted. It got slower and slower with every second, and it looked as if it's going to stop at Cho, but it ran past her, choosing to stop at you instead. Silence fell on the room. Everyone knew that Cedric and Cho were a thing, so the fact that it stopped at you created tension, and everyone felt it. You looked at Cedric and found him already looking at you. To your surprise, he didn't seem like he was very much against it. He looked at you with a serious expression on his face, but his eyes were suggestive. As if he was saying, it's okay for me as long as it's okay for you. You glanced at Cho, and saw a big frown on her face, and how her lips trembled. She looked pained, and who could blame her? The boy she was seeing had to kiss her best friend. She knew it was her decision to make, and her face showed true despair.
You've been waiting for a chance like this for years, but seeing her like this made your heart ache. You knew what you had to do.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I can do it. I guess I'm a chicken," you said, letting out a bitter laugh. Everyone was eyeing you, and no one said a word as you started getting up from your place.
"You're not," you heard Cho say quietly. You looked at her with a frown as if she was crazy, shaking your head lightly. "You're not a chicken y/n," she said simply, a bit louder than last time, as she gave you a reassuring nod, gesturing for you to kiss the boy on her right.
"You've heard her, go on. Do it if you don't want to leave," the muggle boy said strongly. You looked at him, with eyes that could kill, then glanced at Cedric. Your sharp eyes softened at his sight. You saw him and Cho exchanging glances before he looked you in the eyes. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you were glad you weren't standing because your knees would've definitely given up on you. You sneaked a guilty look at Cho as the Hufflepuff boy came closer to you. Heat rose from your stomach to your chest as Cedric's lips were getting closer and closer. His smell hit your nose, and he finally pressed his lips to yours. And it was honestly... underwhelming. You expected the time to stop as butterflies rose in your stomach. You expected your heart to skip a beat while your toes curl under you. But all you got was... a kiss. It wasn't magical or exceptional, it was just normal. In the last few days, you didn't think of him as much as you used to, so kissing him scared you. You didn't want to get back into that headspace again. But you didn't. This kiss was exactly what you needed, to understand that you're healing. Little by little, you're getting over him.
chapter 4
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you are still the sun that shines for me
part 8 of atelier heart
ikemen vampire: temptation in the dark
theo van gogh/mc | G | 2793 | [ao3 in bio]
Life couldn’t get any better. You enjoy what you do here, spending your life without regrets with the person you love the most.
That is, until you meet her. The woman who still loves Theo.
CHAPTER 4
You and Theo rarely work Sundays. It’s a rule—practicing work-life balance is important, the both of you say. Sundays are for taking King out for a walk or joining Vincent out for a little painting session in the flower fields.
Today, Theo asks you if you could sleep in a little longer.
By “sleep in” he means not get up at 7:00 am, which is about the time Sebastian asks for your help in the kitchen. This is a luxury that neither of you have afforded in some time—mostly because Theo is a workaholic, but also partially because you’ve gotten so used to the rhythm of life in the mansion—so this occurrence is special. He holds you by the wrist when you’ve gotten up and asks you to stay in bed.
You do.
Let yourself get tucked into his still sleep-warm arms, even if your mind is elsewhere. Last week’s little chat in the café had broken down the wall between the both of you, but you were still standing outside the boundary of it, wondering if it is now right to enter. Maybe, you think, maybe it is okay to sleep in, just a little longer, to delay what is… inevitable, today that you’ve decided to talk to Theo about it.
About his little Vincent.
You take a deep breath that comes out so shakily, you know Theo can notice it with your proximity. But there hasn’t been any hiding about all of this from the beginning, anyway, just the illusion of it. You know you are transparent to him the same way he is transparent to you.
The both of you are just waiting for your voices to come back.
You’ll just...take it slowly today. Find a quiet moment alone with Theo. Maybe not this early in the morning, but maybe in the late afternoon. You’re sure you’ll find an exactly right time to bring it up to him.
What should you say? Maybe you should apologize, first, for prying, for having carried this with you since that day at the exhibit a full two months before, so short and yet so long back it feels like a different lifetime ago. Of course, you won’t be telling him about the conversation with Vincent, at the cliffside, but maybe you should tell him about what you’d learned from the boy Vincent, maybe—
“Can’t sleep?”
His voice drags you back into reality, your eyes refocusing to see how close his face is, his beautiful sea-blue eyes. The familiar ones you’d seen on someone else.
“Just a little...distracted,” you offer.
Your heart is up your throat all at once. Should you bring it up now? You’d already been procrastinating on telling him about this for an irresponsible amount of time—no, you were waiting for him to be ready, maybe?—so you may as well do it now, right? Just tell him how you feel about it. He’s basically already asking you what’s wrong. This is your chance to say it. You’ve been waiting for this. You can’t keep sitting on this secret forever.
But before the words come out of your mouth, Theo speaks.
“Come with me out today, won’t you?”
You blink. All your resolution dissolves into thin air at the missed chance.
“Work? Yeah, sure, I can help.”
“I have something to pick up at the atelier, after lunch. I want you to see it, too.”
You nod, pressing your face against his neck. “Yeah. Sure.”
Inhaling his scent, feeling his warmth, relishing in his touch, you try to banish the thought of some other woman in his arms just like this, just like how he held you, how he’d promised the world to her too, maybe. How he’d married her just like that, and how you’re just… here. You try to let the thoughts come up in a cloud of smoke. Later, you tell yourself. Later.
Theo rubs a comforting circle on your lower back.
-
You leave the house after lunch. Arthur sends you and Theo off with a round of teasing that you do not understand, but one that seems to set Theo on edge—you don’t know why yet. Once you exit the carriage, you see the warm spring sun basking the streets in a golden light. It’s a Wednesday, an ordinary day, and the streets of Paris are the same as they’ve always been. Parents walking around town with their children. Busybodies rushing past. Carriages crawl up and down the avenue. You whiff the delicious smell of your favorite pancakes when you pass by your favorite café.
You think of all the memories you’ve made in this city. Down that corner, in a hundred meters you’ll reach the house of a marquis who loves rococo-styled paintings. Straight up the avenue is the café where you and Theo had your first date. If you turn left at that jewelry shop, there’s a bakery that lends its walls to display some of the young artists’ works. A pathway that leads out the side of a bookshop leads to the Seine, where you’d had long walks with Theo, talking about art, love, family.
You are so distracted cataloguing a little map of nostalgia that the whole time you are lost in memory, Theo is also seemingly lost in thought. He stays quiet, guiding you past crowds and on the safer side of the street. The only way you know he’s still with you is the comforting warmth of his hand in yours—your hand he had taken in his as he guided you down the carriage, and then hadn’t let go—and you hold hands all the way to the atelier.
There are no artists today, when you get there, no marquis; just you and Theo, the front door creaking when you enter. The gallery is as spic and span as always, filled with the kind of artwork the Academie loved to tout. But in this building, the magic is on the second floor, the room with the distinct smell of paint and thinner seeping through its walls; a scent that has become to you very familiar.
You go upstairs to the atelier, finding it empty as well, the easels pushed to the side with their respective canvases left out to dry, save for one easel, standing in the middle of the room. It’s covered with a white cloth; the window at the end of the room lets in just enough sun to spotlight the covered painting.
Theo shuts the door behind you, and then settles next to you. “Came for this,” Theo says softly, pulling you gently by the wrist toward the painting before he lets go, grips the cloth with one hand.
You feel him hesitate, but in a moment it is gone.
When he pulls off the piece of cloth, the painting is revealed—a painting of a gray near-spring morning, the trees without leaves and bare, sheets of ice slowly melting atop a glassy silver lake, shimmering white in the dim sunlight. This was a painting you’d seen a duplicate of, one time you were watching the younger artists work—but this one, and you’re sure because of what Theo had taught you, was an original, as original as can be.
It’s hardly the masterpiece that would change your life, as Theo liked to say, but it was an amazing piece, and you’d secretly wished you could own it.
“That’s... a Monet,” is all you say, stepping closer to be fully engrossed in the beautiful near-chromatic landscape, the white of the ice so stark you can almost feel its chill. You’re struck by the wonder of art, as you always do, with Theo. “That’s an actual Monet.”
“What do you think of it?” he asks, nonchalantly.
“Well, it’s, wow,” you say, rather eloquently, “Where do I begin? it’s beautiful.”
“It is,” he says, placing one hand on your waist, and another on the painting’s frame. “And it’s yours.”
The weight of his love is, all of a sudden, so heavy and certain on your shoulders. And oh, what a weight you didn’t mind to bring. You feel so childish so suddenly. “Why?”
He ruffles your hair. “Just take it or I’m taking it back.”
You pout a little, placing your hand on the frame too. “No! I want it. Thank you, Theo,” you say.
And then nothing else.
Just silence.
The both of you know there are things to be said, it’s just that neither of you know where to begin.
Theo decides it’s better to just do.
“I’m not… Vincent. I’m not my brother. I don’t have the skills for painting, and neither have I been chosen for creating anything wonderful. I’m just a mediocre, ordinary person.”
“You know I don’t like it when you say that,” you murmur, gripping his arm.
“I know. But it’s true, and I’m okay with it,” he says. “At the very least, this is what I can do. To buy, and sell, and share paintings. This is my whole life. This is who I am, this is probably what I was born to do. So this is what I can do for you.”
You bite your lip.
“This is the only way I know how to love you; to give you all of what I know how to give.”
You want to cry. You want to apologize for the days you spent discolored by envy, clouded with distrust. You want to take back all the time you’ve spent mulling about if Theo really loved you as much as he claimed to.
“I’m sorry I ever doubted you, Theo,” you say, throwing your arms around him—but this time, the touch doesn’t claw at you; it isn’t a constant chant of mine mine mine mine, but just the collapse of wanting to be held. “I’m sorry I ever doubted this. I just… I didn’t know what could happen. I’m not—I won’t ever be—ready to lose you.”
“You aren’t going to lose me. You were never going to.”
Your heart feels so real suddenly, in your chest. So heavy and alight. “I didn’t know that.”
“You should have, silly hondje,” he says, as he bends down to pick you up, place you on the sofa by the side of the room. You smooth your hand over its fabric and chuckle to yourself; this piece of furniture has seen so much history, if between you and Theo. And here it is to witness one more.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it earlier.”
His voice wavers in a way you never want to hear ever again.
Months and months of words hidden underneath heavy tongues, but they dissolve all at once. “You didn’t have a reason to.”
The lump in his throat is too heavy to put into words. “I didn’t know.”
He doesn’t say it, but you can see it in his eyes, like the boy with his face and Vincent’s name is reflected right on its glassy surface. “I know you didn’t.” You press your hand against his cheek, and you’re surprised at how it doesn’t shake. “I’m sorry,” you whisper.
He looks up at you. “For what?”
“For holding this against you.”
He turns away with an exhale, making an expression you can’t make out. “You were right to do it.”
“Maybe I was,” you say, with a deep sigh. “But it still wouldn’t have been right of me to have made it all about myself.”
The words sink in between the two of you, refreshing and cool in its honesty, like melted ice.
“Do you want to ask about her?”
Theo doesn’t know.
He does, but at the same time, he doesn’t.
Because what then happens once he knows?
Look at how much happened, when he knew, just standing there in the gallery?
What more could happen if he dared to ask the rest of it?
And if he did… what is there to be done?
He frowns. “I didn’t think she would stay in Paris.”
“She doesn’t. She only came to visit, and heard about the exhibit when she was in town.” Theo doesn’t move. “She came to visit a friend, and… Vincent.”
Theo flinches. “Broer?”
“In Auvers-sur-Oise.”
The information clicks into place. Auvers-sur-Oise, where they’d taken Vincent’s body to the place he’d written about wanting to visit. Where he would have gone, if not for…
“I didn’t think…”
“Who do you think took care of all the paintings you’d left behind?” You snicker. “You left her a lot of work to do.”
“She didn’t have to.”
“She will, though,” you affirm. “She has, and she will, and she always will. Because she still loves you, Theo. That’s how much love you’ve left for her.”
Theo’s heart near collapses.
“You talk as if you know for sure.”
You smile, a small smile that’s equal parts hurt and equal parts forgiveness; doused in relief but also love. The rest of forever is a foggy place and you hold a lamp of certainty on it.
“You forget I come from the future.”
You pull his head against your chest and rest your head in his hair, shielding him from your own expression (teary-eyed, relieved, exhausted) and allowing him to hide his own.
“You don’t need to keep beating yourself up over this.”
He snorts, a wordless well, you did too, you’re one to talk. Oh, the delight of once again being able to hear what Theo does not say.
“I might have, but now I don’t. Want to know why?”
Theo snakes his arms around your waist.
“…Because you stayed. Because you’re still thinking of me when you’re dealing with all of this grief on your own.”
Grief Theo believed he didn’t deserve to live without.
“I left her on her own.”
“You did,” you say; there is no point in sugarcoating it now. “And at the same time, you didn’t. You taught her to stand, and you gave her so much love, and faith, and direction…” You shake your head, because by god, does Theo just keep giving and giving and giving and he doesn’t even know how much he is doing. “You gave her Vincentje.”
Theo holds you tighter, but really, it’s you that’s holding him together.
“You can go around saying everything is your fault, Theo, be the judge, defendant, the prosecutor, the jury—but it still won’t change the truth,” you say. “That at the end of the day, you’ve planted the seeds of greatness, and the world will watch it blossom from her.” You cup his cheeks. “From the artists you’re nurturing. From the art world you’re watching over. From me.”
You press a kiss on his forehead and settle him back under your chin. You feel him shaking, ever so gently.
“You don’t have to keep being the bad guy, you know?”
He sighs, like he doesn’t believe it. Or like he’s finally letting it out of his system. The two of you sit together like that in companionable silence for a long moment, as Theo begins to put himself together. And when the fog in his mind has cleared, he murmurs a question into your flesh, like he’s guilty for wanting to ask it.
“How is the boy?”
You smile. And it hurts, but smiling is what this moment deserves. “He loves his papa very much. He says he doesn’t understand art, but he knows how much it means to him, his mama, his papa, that he respects it. He says his papa is watching over him, and that’s the only way he can keep up with his mama.” You feel Theo clench his jaw. The sting of tears begin to grow on your eyes. “Theo, he looks just like you.”
A single laugh, pressed into your chest. “He ought to do better than me.”
“And he will, for sure,” you say. Adamant. “Isn’t it exciting to see what he can do?”
“Would you like to see it?”
You smile like it’s obvious. “Yes, of course. He’s a brilliant boy. Just like his papa.”
He presses a kiss to your shoulder before looking up at you. “Why are you like that?”
“Like what?”
Theo only looks at your face for a moment, and you wait for him to continue.
“I thought art dealership had to be a lonely job.”
The shift surprises you, but you nod. “It doesn’t have to be.”
“You taught me that,” he says, “in the ways you let me be alone, let me process this on my own, didn’t come at my throat for it. I want to apologize for how long it took. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
The smile hurts. “I know.”
“When I got that Monet painting, I was thinking of you. I was thinking of how beautiful you are, how strong and yet so tender. How important you are to me. How even in this… coldness, you still managed to find me. Sit with me.”
“Theo…”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Jo. I do, still have feelings for her—but they are regret, remorse. That chapter is over, and I am no longer part of her story; my exhibit in the gallery of her life is over. And you… you hold my whole heart. The main event, the masterpiece. I took you from the waves of time, you know? My little time-traveling knabbeltje.”
“Hey!”
“I love you, ik hou van jou, je t'aime,” he chants. “I’ll tell you over and over again, until you get sick of it.”
“I won’t get sick of it.”
Theo laughs, and oh, the sound of his laughter. “That’s what you think.”
You grin, pulling at his tie and kissing him on the lips. “Challenge accepted.”
-
(“I can’t believe you bought me a Monet to ask for forgiveness. Maybe we should fight more often.”
“Hondje.”
“I was joking!”
“You spend too much time with Arthur, if you’re joking like that.”
“Geez, Theo, don’t be jealous of your best friend.”
“We’re not friends.”)
-
Theo tells you to hang the painting in your room, but considering you already spend most your nights in his, the Monet hangs instead on the walls of his room, watching over the bed like a constant reminder of the lessons learned from the entire experience.
On the dresser is a letter you finally had the courage to show Theo.
On the dresser is a letter from Jo, addressed to you.
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in the atelier: ice melting near vétheuil by claude monet, 1880
i don't have any particular smart reason for the painting choice, i just thought it was really nice; i feel like theo doesn't also need much spectacle to get his message across, so. also that’s a monet, okay.
fun fact, theo was hosting an exhibit by monet when he was preparing to get their apartment at 8 cite pigalle... didn’t know before i wrote this in, actually!
#ikemen vampire#ikemen vampire theo#ikevamp theo#ikevamp#ikevam#ikevam theo#atelier heart#you are still the sun that shines for me
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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 121
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“Lance is pregnant?”
“Yep”
“And he’s carrying twins?”
“Yep”
“And you’re going to be a father?”
“Yep”
“And you’ve known for weeks now?”
“Nope. We only found out a few days it was twins”
“And you didn’t tell me sooner?”
“Yep?”
“Keith... This a big thing? I know you don’t trust or rely on me, but I want to be here for both you and Lance”
Dragged off by Krolia, Keith had a firm gaze on his hands. He’d been hopelessly nervous over today’s scan, anxious to see if the changes in Lance’s daily routine coupled with the fresh blood hadn’t hurt their babies in any way, and kind of feeling displaced over their friends wanting to be there for the scan. He didn’t think he could feel more anxious until Krolia suddenly appeared as Coran was preparing to start the ultrasound. He’d expected more yelling from his mother. More “How could you be so irresponsible?”, and more “There’s no way you can be with him or have the twins”. His mother sounded disappointed. He hadn’t meant for her to find out like this, but Lance had snapped and now they were here.
“Gracious. You must be so scared right now. Your father was awash with fear when he found out. He worried so much for you from the moment he knew you existed... This is why you hugged me wasn’t it? You were still working through how to tell me as you feared the worst”
His mother was leaning on the table with her left elbow, her right arm sitting against the table as if she wanted to reach out and take his hand
“How could I not? Lance is a vampire. If the Vatican found out, he’d be dead or dragged off to be experimented on”
Sure they were going to tell their friends, but having Krolia know... she was in a position where she really should be reporting this back to Blade Headquarters. He couldn’t quite place her tone, she sounded worried, but her being their for the scan had really thrown him for a loop. Mami held Lance’s hand for their six week scan, whereas Krolia stood further back... kind of like she was trying to give them a bit of privacy despite how impossible that’d been
“Oh, Keith. No. There’s no way I’d let that happened to him. Not when your happiness and his would be destroyed by people who know nothing”
Raising his head to meet his mother’s eyes, Krolia gave him perhaps the softest smile he’d ever seen her give. It felt... too easy. To accepting
“Why aren’t you mad? He’s a vampire”
Krolia finally drew back in her chair, crossing her arms lightly while making gestures with her left hand as if to wave off his worry
“He’s also a good man. He is kind and conscious of his condition. He poses no threat as he is. If anything he’s a little too human. I feel no threat from him. How are you both doing? I was so shocked when I found out I was carrying you. We don’t have the easiest life, but I wanted you so very badly”
And Keith so very badly wanted to know Lance was okay... but he couldn’t run from the things he’d been slowly working out, nor the things he wanted to tell his mother
“I... spent a long time hating you. I hated you for leaving me behind and I didn’t understand why you would if you loved me. Finding out Lance was pregnant, it’s like... like I finally get it. I’m scared for him... and I’m scared for our kids... We thought we were only having the one. We were adjusting to that thought, and now there’s two, and Lance hasn’t been very well... Coran has all these guesses but their just that, guesses. He can’t say anything for sure...”
Krolia nodded
“I had the most horrendous morning sickness all through my pregnancy with you. I remember you dad tried to be romantic and make dinner but the moment he opened the can of sardines I threw up on the sofa...”
That didn’t sound fun or pleasant
“Did... did you regret it? Keeping me?”
Krolia shook her head
“Not for a moment. The second I laid eyes on you, all I felt was so in love that I can’t even describe the feeling. Having you was my proudest moment of my life. Then reality set back in. The fear you wouldn’t be safe... I’d already made a bit of a name for myself by then, the days I spent with you and your father... They were truly the best. Leaving you never got any easier. I hurt you deeply and I’m never going to be able to undo that, but you are my precious son. Even if I have to make an enemy of the Vatican, I will do all I can to protect and help you and Lance”
Krolia lived and breathed her work. That she’d go that far shocked him. He seriously thought she’d be against this. Against him and Lance continuing with the pregnancy... Keith didn’t know what to say
“I don’t... how can you...”
“Because things aren’t as simple as they teach you as a Blade. Lance isn’t the first vampire I’ve met who wants to be as human as possible. I’ve lied in my reports to protect the very people we’re supposed to kill. I’ve been stung for it before, but at the end of the day, everyone is trying their hardest to make sense of things. Good and Evil aren’t cut down the middle in a straight line. As long as Lance lives the way he has been, I see no danger in continuing to let him live. Besides, you love him. A vampire wouldn’t have been my first choice for you, but your happiness is what matters. You said Lance hasn’t been well, is something wrong?”
Keith hoped their wasn’t. His boyfriend had been pretty cranky since they went back to Garrison. Keith hadn’t been all that happy either. He wanted to be the one to take care of Lance, but Lance always had someone else in the household fussing over him. It’d been hard to hold his temper as he was made to feel redundant
“He’s been really tired and emotional. And really angry today... Coran said anger could be a sign he’s not getting enough blood. He burns through everything so fast... and he throws up a lot”
“It sounds to me like this could be the best place for him right now”
The comment rubbed Keith the wrong way
“Are you trying to say because dad died I can’t take care of Lance?”
“No. I’m saying if something is wrong, Coran is the person Lance needs. He needs you too. This is a whirlwind time for both of you. You want to prioritise him, but he may need Coran’s guidance a little more given he’s dealt with so many supernatural beings. He seems to have a lot of experience and a rather level head”
Riiiiiiiight. He’ll remember that the next time Coran went off talking about his sexscapeds, or got too excited over him dating Lance
“Sometimes he’s a complete nutter”
“Faes are normally trickster demons. He must be very old and very wise to run this place the way he does. Lance trusts him. He’s probably a mess trying to work out his headspace. Have you talked?”
“A bit. He’s been so up and down that I’m worried about him”
“That’s natural”
“But to be this up and down... I don’t know how to help him... I hate it”
Lance seemed so down. So withdrawn. That morning he hadn’t even protested the others joining them for the scan. He’d barely said much of anything when Keith thought about it. He knew his boyfriend didn’t like fresh blood, but if that was the only thing then he kind of felt they’d maybe have talked about it. Krolia
“I’m envious of Lance. I see you with him. You’re not afraid to be open and honest with him. I can’t help but feel jealous of your closeness. You have a good partner, but you need to remember to keep talking. Your father copped more than one of my moods, we had a huge fight that lasted for a week once, because we both thought we were doing the right thing by not pressuring each into talking. What we needed was to talk. I’ve wanted to talk with you for so long... did you get my call? I didn’t know if you got the message I left for your birthday”
Keith shook his head. He hadn’t had a notification that he knew of. He only kept his phone close because Lance’s alarms were on it
“We had no service out there. I don’t know what I would have done, but I think I would have listened to your message if I’d seen it”
“Ah... I was worried I’d upset you. I know I should have knocked this morning, but with no word from you, I wanted to see you were okay. Especially as Pidge came back with a busted ankle”
Hold up. His mum was talking with Pidge? When did this happen? How did that happen?
“You saw her?”
“She came by yesterday with Colleen. I caught her trying to take a look at the briefing room again”
Keith groaned, Shiro biting down a snort. That was so very Pidge that it wasn’t funny, also very stupid on her behalf
“She does that. Lance spent years always going ahead and checking out the places she was interested in so she wouldn’t be hurt”
“Seeing him with them... it’s nice to know you’re friends have spirit with someone there to shelter them. He could be a major asset in the war ahead, yet knowing he’s pregnant, I can’t quash the feeling he should be placed in protective custody”
And Keith was back on guard again. Lance wouldn’t appreciate being made to feel useless, nor did he want to be away from his house. If Lance was put into custody then it was hugely likely that he wouldn’t be able to see his boyfriend until all this was over
“You mean you want to lock him away”
“I’d lock all of you away if I could. Things will only get harder. Lotor has offer his assistance with the pushing of Allura. Though he is useless until he delivers Sendak to us, the one thing he refuses to do”
Oh...
“I don’t want Lance around Lotor. Lotor isn’t good for him. Lance is sure Lotor knows he’s pregnant”
“I would be guarding that secret carefully. Sendak is no joke, nor is the intent in Honerva. Honerva is very smart. That’s why it is so hard to pin something on her and Zarkon. Even if we apprehended Sendak I don’t think we can proceed against Honerva without physical proof of her involvement”
This felt like the longest conversation they’d ever had. There were moments and pauses, yet Krolia wasn’t hiding behind her Blade position. She kind of felt... a bit how Mami made him feel. A little reassured and a lot hoping he was saying the right things. Shiro cleared his throat
“Yes, well, Lotor is another issue. We also have Curtis’s curse to think of too”
Keith felt bad for Curtis. His brother being dumb with his words about his boyfriend
“I wish we had some way to severe the demon from your soul. You were a valuable hunter, though I am relieved that you found a place here with Coran. Many think him too kind hearted given the amount of resources used to keep this place running. There are some in the Blade that think he should be stripped of this post. If anything we should be grateful to him”
Hold up. His mum was complimenting Coran now? Where was the Krolia who’d crush anyone deemed incompetent?!
“My curse is inconvenient. Compelled to the truth... for one mission going wrong. Having monitored Lance I feel his issues with his mental health are the main worry for the moment. If he cannot stabilise his emotions, I fear for him”
At least Curtis had waited this long to contribute to the conversation. Keith still felt Shiro could have said things better. If Curtis remained in Garrison and working remotely it would be safer as Lotor wouldn’t be able force him to confess anything... but Curtis wasn’t someone or something to keep locked away
“Lance trusts Curtis. He really likes you. You should be nicer to your boyfriend”
“I’m not trying to be awkward, yet we do need to consider what will come next. I imagine you’ll want to retire closer to the due date”
Keith hadn’t really thought about that far ahead. He and Lance both wanted the current situation to hurry up and draw to a close. He’d tried to research what he could on pregnancy, but all it did was make him worry more for Lance as he read about the things that could go wrong with his boyfriend and with their babies. Movies made being pregnant look easy... very few had things going wrong. He didn’t know why people had babies when it could kill them... Lance was already dead, but he had blood in his veins. He could haemorrhage. He could suffered a stroke or clot. The drama didn’t even end when the baby was popped out. Being a parent seemed crazy idea. He wanted things to go well. He and Lance deserved things going well. There were so many things to arrange before Lance gave birth on top of working. He didn’t know if he was ready to retire, but he did know he didn’t want to bring work back home with him.
“I think you’ve broken him. Sets save that talk for another day”
Curtis was kind of right. Did he want to retire and if he retired how many people would die because of it?
“Yes. Ooooh, have you Lance started picking names?”
Nope. Not even a name for when they thought they were only having one baby
“Careful, Krolia. Your grandma side is showing”
“Let me be happy for them. I assume Lance is going to find a place in Platt? If you’d like to buy a place, I would love to be able to contribute...”
Hang on...
“I think Lance would rather remain in Garrison. He owns his house”
Krolia agreed with Shiro
“He is at that age. Perhaps it’s time for me to see where my future grand-babies will call home?”
“Lance has a nice house. It has a warm feel to it, and he’s got a bit of land around it”
“I wonder if Miriam would like to make a day trip with me?”
Now his mother was pushing things. Sure, anyone with access to Lance’s file could get his address, but showing up unannounced or with very little notice left Lance jittery
“You can’t invite yourself over. That’s Lance’s safe space”
“Relax. I don’t mean right away, and not without asking him. When his pregnancy is more settled I thought it might nice. Are you two planning on having a baby shower?”
Could babies shower? Didn’t people use a baby bath? He nearly asked before remembering what a baby shower was
“I don’t think so. Lance is pretty uncomfortable about conceiving given all the changes he’s been going through since he drank my blood...”
“I think a baby shower would be a splendid idea. We can plan for closer to his due date. When’s he due?”
Curtis loved being social. He loved helping others, and he’d given up trying to give them sex toys. If they did have a baby shower Keith feared he’d be a nervous wreck and only cause more trouble for those organising it, which would be Hunk, Rieva, and Curtis...
“He’s due in the second week of June... provided he doesn’t have another major bleed or lose the twins... and provided his pregnancy progresses like a human pregnancy and his body doesn’t give out with all the energy going to the twins”
Shiro softly reassured him, his words didn’t feel very comforting ashis brother could foresee the future. Apparently Allura couldn’t have foreseen this either
“Keith, whatever happens, we’ll be here for you”
Keith huffed. He was hearing too much about him and not enough about Lance
“It’s Lance you should be here for”
“We’re here for the four of you. We’re going to get Sendak and close this case up. You’ll see”
Krolia hummed to herself before nodding like she was answering her own question
“You two will be on the same team for Halloween. Though I think Shiro will be scoping from a seperate point. Would you like me to see if I can rearrange things?”
God, yes. Halloween was a horrible time of the year. People only cared about wearing the sluttiest costumes the could find, then ending up drunk in the gutter. Now he had friends to worry about. Hopefully Pidge would still be in her moon boot so she didn’t get herself into trouble
“It’ll be fine. It’s only scoping, if we have to move in, we’ll converge before making the apprehension”
Tranq ’em, bag ’em, then bring’ em in for Coran to process unless the target needed to be dealt with on scene. Yay. He was tired as it was. He couldn’t nap when Lance napped because he’d get worked up about the possibility of Lance waking up disorientated, having a nightmare, or he couldn’t quite take his eyes off him because he was too cute when he slept. Mostly because Lance was cute and liked to nuzzle into him like a big cat.
Krolia smiled at him. She really had seemed to soften since coming to Platt. He’d softened since coming to Platt, even when it came to work he felt like a metric ton of weight had come off his shoulders
“I really am proud of you, Keith. And I will be there to help in any way I can. You deserve this happiness you’ve found with Lance”
No normal hunter would say this, but Krolia was hardly normal. He finally kind of felt like maybe he was reassured by her words
“Thanks, mum. Um... I should head back and check on Lance”
“Ditched for the boyfriend, I see how it is, too cool to hang out with your old mum”
Krolia faked a sniffle. Yeah. She was definitely a weirdo.
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day 4 of @dekusquadweek!
read on ao3
[ "Todoroki's a good friend - one of the best, really," Izuku hummed, ignoring the villain's gaze that cut through him in annoyance. "And a good hero, a great hero. I'm glad you didn't manage to nab him...or did you let him go on purpose?" His face felt numb, and his eyelids drooped, his concussion catching up, yet he still sounded far too chipper.
"All you need to tell me about Todoroki is his quirk, Deku."
"Hm? Ah - his quirk is great when the night is chilly, y'know? I'm actually jealous..." ]
"What...?"
Shouto blinked his eyes, swallowing against the lump in his throat, and refusing to look back at the pair. "Just...come inside, I'll explain what I can."
Iida and Uraraka were quick to follow at his words, the dual-haired boy walked back towards the welcoming doors of his father's agency. His head, still swirling with uncertainties and fear and still feeling off from what had happened earlier that...explaining what had happened again, for a second time wasn't something he was particularly looking forward to.
But Iida and Uraraka deserved it. Especially after having come this far, this late - he knew how reckless all of them were.
Don't get him wrong, Midoriya was by far the most reckless...but Iida and Uraraka and even Shouto himself weren't exactly innocent either. He was sure their entire class contributed to the grey hairs Mr. Aizawa had gained over the years.
Shouto walked carefully through the Endeavor Agency, nodding at some other sidekicks as they headed out, and instead of making the journey to his desk, turned to lead Iida and Uraraka to the small lounge area at the back of the first floor. It was a small break room - although even just sidekicks didn't get many breaks, his father was always sure that they had something to do. But they took advantage of it, whenever they had the chance.
Careful of the scrapes and bruises that littered his body, most hidden under the casual clothes he had recently changed into, he sat down on the first available sofa, sighing in relief against the soft cushioning. Iida and Uraraka also took their spots, watching their friend with apprehension.
"So, Midoriya already told you we were working on a case?" Shouto asked as clarification, and as both their nods, he continued. "It was an illegal quirk-fighting ring, or so we assumed. Shinsou's been helping us...but hasn't contacted us in a week, which is a bit concerning. This case is a bit time sensitive, and its the first big one we've done without a proper pro...I guess we jumped the gun a bit."
Shouto could remember just how quickly everything went wrong. "The area out information led us to was run down, an area with buildings set to be demolished within the next week. We thought if we didn't act now, we'd lose the one true lead we had on the headquarters - so this morning, we went in and threw caution to the wind."
Midoriya's yell of warning was the first thing Shouto's mind clung to, when he thought of how badly they'd screwed up.
"They got the jump on us - pretty heavily too. They outnumbered us about three to one, and given its a fighting ring...they were killed both with quirks and without..." Shouto stared down at his hands, hung limply in his lap. "I think Midoriya was the first one to go down...they had pretty good counters for me, so I couldn't do much," he admitted bitterly. "I don't know if they knew we were on the case...it seems like it, with how prepared they were to deal with two powerhouses."
"How did you get away...?" Uraraka asked softly.
"I didn't, they knocked me out too." Shouto huffed, exhausted. I woke up hours later, apparently they took me and dumped me in another agency's area to be found. Aoyama found me on a patrol of his, he took me back and I woke up at the agency he works in. It took a while to remember what had happened...but by that time, I had to come back here and tell Endeavor what happened. I couldn't go out looking for him."
Shouto's guilt and anger at himself washed over him, and he grasped his pant leg with a white-knuckled grip. He was here, he was fine, whilst Midoriya was still out there. What if he was hurt, or worse? He was missing, he could be dead in a ditch for all they knew.
Iida leaned back in the sofa he and Uraraka shared, his expression having deepened, and making him look as if he had aged in that moment. "What has Endeavor decided to do?"
"I think he's taking me off the case - I don't know," Shouto admitted. "He gave me a good chewing out for letting it rush to my head...Midoriya will probably get the same. I think he plans on sending some other sidekicks out who'll actually wait and listen."
"We should offer to go!"
Uraraka's declaration caught Shouto off guard, and he stared at her with wide eyes. "What...?"
"Deku's our friend," Uraraka said, getting to her feet. "And we've gotta do something--"
"Uraraka, that's...irresponsible of us," Iida words his sentence carefully. "Todoroki and Midoriya rushed ahead...and surely, Endeavor has other sidekicks more suited to the job. I'm as worried as you - but this is Endeavor's case. We're not even hired by him. He won't let us on."
"Than we can convince him!"
Shouto wanted to snort...convincing Endeavor? Surely, she was joking...but he felt a pull, as if to agree with her. Iida was looking more concerned for their shorter friend.
"Todoroki can try to convince him!" and oh, how Shouto regretted it now. "He'll listen to you, right? If you tell him how much you want to make up for your mistake..."
"Endeavor might have calmed down, but he's stubborn." Shouto shakes his head, "I doubt he'll listen if I messed up once already."
"Todoroki, please!" Her eyes were round, a fire that Shouto knew meant she wasn't going to give up that easily. "Deku wouldn't give up - he never did, he was always out there for us. Do you think he'd sit around? He'd be the first one out there looking for us, we all know that." she then turns to Iida, her next target. "And we don't have to go alone! We can call some of the others up to help, we can work together and find him, make sure he's alright! We can figure out a plan, Iida!"
Iida sighed. "Uraraka..." whilst her words left Todoroki in a halt, seriously considering it. Iida spotted the look on his face.
"Todoroki...not you too..."
If it was any other situation, maybe Todoroki would've considered just how tired Iida sounded. But he doesn't, nodding along to Uraraka, and her face brightens. "Alright, I...I'll try to convince him. Call the others...we can convince him better if we're ready. Tell them to be ready for a long day tomorrow."
Uraraka looked almost giddy, whipping her phone out and leaving to make a few calls. Iida's gaze burned into Shouto's.
"I'm going to have a midlife crisis before we turn 25."
"Sorry, Iida." Shouto knew his tone was a lie in itself, and his friend knew too.
"You're really not," Iida sighed, rubbing his face. "But, I guess there's nothing I can do except help. With our quirks combined, if you give me an hour or two I can figure something viable out. But we should get Endeavor's permission first. Ask him if its possible to get into contact with Shinsou, too...he'd be helpful."
Shouto nodded, and as soon as Uraraka came back in having informed the others they'd enlist the help of, the pair headed off for the night, Shouto promising he'd update them after he'd spoken with Endeavor.
The duel-haired sidekick wanted to say he was surprised that Endeavor had agreed, although a bit reluctantly - but maybe Endeavor was growing soft on the newest sidekicks? Maybe he knew, just how much Shouto's friends meant to him, how much Midoriya meant, how much Midoriya had helped him?
It didn't matter now...because now Shouto knew, he could find and save Midoriya. He could repay him for all the times he'd saved Shouto.
He wasn't throwing away this chance.
Don't worry, Midoriya...we'll find you.
#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#dekusquadweek#my writing#todoroki shouto#dekusquad#lmaoo late once again
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Good afternoon uhhhh I have no idea what to say about this except that I wrote it and it exists and that probably does say something about me as a person. Also you may want to read my last fic (knight in a beat-up green jacket) because it gets referenced a couple of times but it’s definitely not necessary.
Title: can you catch me when I'm falling down
Wordcount: 2450
Summary: Party Poison is trying to have a calm day for once. Unfortunately, Cherri Cola needs help.
For once, Poison is actually helpful.
Warnings: blood, self harm, mentions of suicide, mentions of death/child death. Please be very careful.
Taglist: @wishiwasthemoon-tonight @sleevesareforlosers @stressed-depressed-emo-mess @tasteofamnesia @dagger-queen (message me, send an ask, or reblog/reply to one of my posts if you want to be added or removed)
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(Actual fic under the cut)
Party Poison was alone when the radio crackled to life. It was an ordinary afternoon in the Zones, Kobra Kid was out on his motorbike somewhere, Jet Star was playing with the Girl, getting ready for her nap, and Fun Ghoul was….exploding things, they assumed. Given the loud bangs from out back, it seemed likely. Poison themself was just trying to read a magazine in peace, feet propped up on one of the diner tables, but that was not to be.
They sighed and reached for the radio. “Hello?”
“Hey,” Cherri Cola’s voice crackled through. He sounded tense, which put them on edge.
“What’s up, Pepsi?”
“Uh, well, you know how that one time, Ghoul said I was like a knight in shining armor? Right, well, I could kind of use a knight in shining armor right now.”
Poison could see that it definitely wasn’t going to be a peaceful afternoon for them. “What the fuck did you get yourself into?”
“Nothing- nothing in particular. I would just really not prefer to be alone at the radio station today, and everyone else is off doing varying things.” His voice had grown even more strained, sounding close to breaking.
“Fuck’s sake, Pepsi.”
“I know, I’m sorry. Trust me, if I could have asked anyone else for help, I wouldn’t have put this on a teenager’s shoulders.”
“Fuck off, I’m perfectly competent.” They sighed. “I’ll be there in twenty.”
“Thank you, Poison.”
Poison swung their feet off the table, pulling their boots and jacket on at the door. “Jet, I’m heading down to the radio station!”
“Okay!” Jet Star called back from the back of the diner. “What for?”
“Cola needs something!”
“Okay! Be safe!”
“I will!” They kicked open the door, shutting it behind them as another explosion sounded from behind the building and Jet shouted something about ‘you woke the Girl up, I just got her to sleep!’. They really had to talk to Ghoul about setting off bombs during naptime. Making a note to do that when they got back, Party climbed into the Trans Am and turned the keys.
“Alright, let’s go see what the fuck he needs, huh, old girl?” The car obediently revved to life, and Poison took them down the roads at frankly irresponsible speed. Not that they had ever given a fuck about being responsible in the first place, not unless it came to their crew’s safety.
Party Poison arrived at the radio shack and kicked the door open with exactly as much grace as they had when kicking the diner door open. “Alright, Pepsi, I’m here!”
“Hey, Poison.” The reply was quiet, and they had to look around further before they located Cherri Cola, sitting on the floor against the sofa. A knife was clutched in his right hand, and they thought they could see blood on his arms, dripping down onto the already stained floor.
“What the fuck? Destroya, Cola!”
Cherri’s eyes were shut tight. “I’m sorry. Please take the knife before I end up doing something stupid.”
“Stupider than this?”
“Stupider as in cutting my fucking throat, Poison.”
“Fuck.” They hurried across the room to wrestle the knife out of his hand, wishing they had made Jet come with them. Jet was actually good at this kind of thing. Thank the Witch, Cherri let go of the knife fairly easily- Poison was pretty sure he would have been able to keep a hold of it if he really tried. They folded the blade away and quickly tucked it into their jacket pocket, wondering if they should bother to check him for other weapons. “Do you have any more knives?”
Cola shook his head, and Poison settled next to him.
“Okay, so why do you want to slit your fucking throat?”
He shrugged.
“I don’t know what that means.”
Cherri mumbled something they strained to catch.
“What?”
“Just happens sometimes,” he repeated, a little louder.
“Just wake up and want to die?” The feeling was strangely (and sadly) familiar.
“Yeah. I’ve seen a lot of shit, Pois. Killed a lot of people. I know I act like I’m well-adjusted, but I’ve never been well-adjusted.”
They bristled a little at the nickname, but now wasn’t exactly the time to say anything about it. “We’ve all killed a lot of people, Cola.”
He shrugged a second time. “I guess it gets to me more than you guys.”
Silence settled over the two killjoys for a few moments before Cherri broke it again.
“I knew an exterminator, you know.”
“What?”
“Before the war. She was good at origami, and she liked soda, but only if it was cherry flavored, and chewed bubblegum whenever possible. She had a ring she never took off, our grandma gave it to her. Her eyes were clear blue like the sky.”
“So you knew an exterminator.”
“And I killed her.” Cherri’s voice was very straightforward. “I killed her, not because I wanted to, but because we were on opposite sides and I had no choice.”
“Fuck,” They swore. “That’s rough.”
“Yeah. It’s a truth I learned pretty young: people die in war. Not for any reason, not because they’re bad people or because they deserved to die. Simply because they were there. Because they were forced into fighting, because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time, because they were trying to make the world a better place. People die because they’re trying to save their friends or their love. Because they want to make the world better for their children. And those children die too, because they’re children in the wrong place at the wrong time. Because they can’t defend themselves.” His voice was shaking, nails digging into his arms.
Poison swore under their breath and pulled his hands away to reveal another set of crescent marks, adding to the many already there. “Fuck’s sake. Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this.”
“I’m open to other suggestions,” Cherri muttered.
They almost snorted. “Well, Cola, pleased to announce you’re going to be just fine, seeing as you’re being a snarky bastard again.”
That got a tiny laugh out of him. “Am I ever not a snarky bastard, in your opinion?”
“When-“ Poison hesitated briefly. “When shit really hits the fan, you’re not. So when you’re being snarky, I know shit’s going to be fine.”
“I wouldn’t use me as an indicator.”
“Eh, you’re a decent one. Canary in a coal mine and all that. I think canaries are a brighter yellow than you, though. Probably better fashion sense, too.” They hardly knew what they were saying, only that they had to find something to talk about.
Cherri gave them a glare for their trouble, if not a very harsh one. “Now you’re the one being a snarky bastard.”
“Uh-huh, but where’s the fun in not being one? Plus, my brilliant plan worked.” Party shot him a small smile. “I’ve distracted you.”
Cherri looked exhausted as he leaned back a bit further, running his hands along his bloody arms, but he was giving them a tired smile. “Sure did.”
“See, I’m a genius.” They climbed to their feet and offered him a hand up, trying to think of what Jet would say. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hey?”
“’kay.”
His hands were bloody and rough, the blood sticking to Poison’s own hands as they pulled him to his feet, but they didn’t say anything about it. Instead, they led him over to the sink of the radio station so they could pour some precious water over his arms, sluicing them clean. They cleaned out the deeper scratches with some sort of foul-smelling disinfectant from the radio shack’s first aid kit and bandaged them up, chattering the entire time.
It was meaningless stuff, rambles about Ghoul blowing shit up during naptime and Kobra’s latest antics on the racetrack, but it was a way to fill the silence, which seemed almost crushing. So Poison unleashed all of it, every update about the Girl and her lessons (“-and Jet has her painting beads!”), every random story they hadn’t told him (“-so that was how we almost ended up with no car and a bucket filled with slime-“) and a few they had (“-then Kobra, dumbass that he is, says ‘it will be fine if I touch these wires!’”).
All their efforts were rewarded by another small, fragile smile from Cola, just barely reaching his sea-blue eyes. It was tiny, but it was real, and Poison had never been so grateful for the endless amount of stupid shit their friends got up to.
They stuck on a final band-aid and closed the kit, glancing over at him as they tucked it away. “So I’m assuming it wouldn’t be cool of me to just abandon you.”
“Not really, no.”
Poison tried to pretend the shakiness of his voice didn’t affect them at all. “So do you want me to stay here until the rest get back? Or should I bring you on over to the diner so the chaos crew can dogpile you into a good afternoon?”
“You’re part of the chaos crew, I hope you know that.” Cherri fiddled with some of the bandages and Poison pulled his hand away. “D’s at his safehouse in Zone 2, he was worried about Better Living tracing the signal back here. Pony went with him, Newsie’s out somewhere and I don’t know if she’s coming back tonight or tomorrow.”
“Alright, lets go back to the diner, then. You can stay a night, you’re not that insufferable.” They tried to sound like they really didn’t care. “Kobes will be happy about it, at least.”
“Thank you, Party.”
“Of course, Pepsi.”
It felt weird to be in a car with Cola and be the one driving- most often when they were stuck together, Cola was giving them a ride or they were on a run together using Cola’s truck. But now, Poison was sitting in their usual spot in the Trans Am, and Cherri had climbed into shotgun. Mad Gear was what was blaring from their speakers as they blazed across the desert, knowing Cherri could handle whatever speed they drove. Indeed, he seemed unbothered, staring quietly out the window. Poison mostly ignored him, glancing over occasionally to see if he was okay.
When they pulled up to the diner, it appeared that Ghoul was still testing out explosives (or possibly fireworks), given the bangs from behind. Cherri flinched at each one, and Poison stuck their head around the back.
“Ghoul! Asshole! Stop it!”
“Why?”
“The Girl’s trying to sleep!”
“Ah fuck, sorry, Pois.” Xe pushed xyr hair out of his face as xe came around the side of the diner. “Oh hey, Cola!”
“Hey, Ghoul.”
Poison shot Ghoul a warning glare as he opened his mouth again, and xe quickly shut it. “Cola’s going to be staying with us this afternoon, maybe tonight too.”
“Alright. Any particular reason?”
They almost groaned. Ghoul somehow always had awful timing. “Uh. You know. He gets lonely when everyone abandons him at the radio station.” It was a terrible lie, but Cherri shot them a grateful smile that almost made Ghoul’s skeptical look worth it.
Thank the Witch, xe was smart enough not to question further. “Okay. Guess we’re heading in, then, if I can’t explode shit?”
Poison nodded to them and led the others inside, looking around. It appeared Kobra had arrived back while they were gone, given that he was lounging in Poison’s usual seat, reading the magazine they had set down. Poison spared a moment to flip him off before peeking into the back to find Jet. They were sitting in his and Poison’s bedroom, humming gently under their breath as the Girl snoozed next to them.
“Hey, Jet.”
Jet looked up, putting a finger to their lips in a shh as they spoke very quietly. “Hey, Pois. Back from the radio station?”
“Yeah.”
“What did Cola need?”
“Long story.” They glanced back at the door to make sure that the rest of the Four (plus Cherri) were still in the main room of the diner before deciding how much to reveal to Jet. “He needed me to make sure he didn’t do anything dumb.”
That was all they needed to say for the other to understand. “Is he okay?”
“He’s fine, but he has to stay with us today.”
“For the same reason?”
“Wasn’t a smart idea to leave him back at the station alone.”
Jet nodded. “Did you leave him with Kobra and Ghoul?”
“Fuck, I did. I’m…sure he kept them from getting in trouble.”
Jet and Poison wandered back out to find Kobra laying across the table, calling commentary across the room as Ghoul attempted to get some of the power pup off one of the highest shelves and Cherri watched with great concern.
“This is why we can’t leave you alone,” Jet sighed. “Hi, Cherri.”
“Hey, Jet. Uh, Ghoul decided xe should make dinner, I guess.”
“It’s almost dinnertime anyways! I’m making fancy shit!”
Jet rolled their eyes, but they were smiling as Poison turned to Kobra. “And what are you doing, fuckface?”
“Talking to Cola, bastard.”
“We’re siblings, you idiot, if I’m a bastard then so are you.”
Kobra flipped them off most eloquently, and Poison just laughed as they turned to Cola. “These idiots driving you crazy?”
“No, I love them.”
“Bad taste.” They laughed at Ghoul’s face. “I’m kidding, you’re the best crew. Now everyone shut up, I have to show Cola my rendition of Toxic.”
“The Girl is napping!”
Cherri laughed quietly. “Thank you, kids.”
“Sure thing!”
“We’re not kids!”
“Of course, we love you.”
“Yeah, love you, Pepsi!”
Cherri Cola stayed with them once again, this time in the graffiti-covered diner. He ate dinner with them, and the Girl sat in his lap quite happily. Ghoul and Party cracked stupid jokes back and forth until his smile wasn’t quite so fragile, trading stories about dumb shit they’d done even though half of those stories involved each other. Jet gave him a big hug, and Kobra sat down to talk with him after dinner, until finally everyone was settling down for the night. Ghoul half-jokingly suggested he sleep in one of the booths, and Cherri laughed and said he was a little old for that but ended up curled in the old chair they had salvaged a few months back anyways. Poison made sure he was safely asleep before they went to bed themself, and they were there from the moment he radioed to the moment they dropped him back off at the radio shack to a yawning Newsie who had driven through the night to get back home.
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Pine’s College Jocks 2 Ch. 9 - Finishing the plan
“So, from the beginning!” I said, moving my cap to the side and looking at the script on my left hand while Mike and Peter got to their places in front of me. It was a bit difficult trying to concentrate on controlling two guys while jerking off.
My cock was really hard, but I had to stop stroking or I would finish without completing this little project.
Peter was wearing a black tank top and some black joggings, while Mike was on his football uniform, armor and jersey included. Both guys’ eyes were glazed over and had goofy smiles on their faces.
I wanted to try and work out my mind abilities to control their bodies with the mind link. So, I’ve created this elaborated puppet show.
Written my own script, with ‘original characters’ (Peter as the hypnotist coach and Mike as the hypnotized jock who just wants to be fucked and commanded by his coach) and me directing it on real time, controlling their actions via the mind link like I’ve been practicing with Mike.
After Mike got in front of the front door of the apartment, and coach Peter sat on his ‘coach chair’, I’ve decided they were ready for giving it another shot.
“Now… begin” I said, wrapping my fingers around my cock as I read the script I made.
‘Mike enters the coach’s office’ I commanded the jock’s mind to enter the living room, which he thought it was the coach’s office.
Coach Peter was sitting on a dining room chair placed in front of the sofa I was on. The coach looked up at Mike, wondering what he’s doing at his ‘office’ after practice.
“Can I help ya, son?” He asked, as Mike just nervously looked around.
“Well…” He started, staring at his coach now. Both guys were fully hard by now, because I was controlling their actions with the mind link, and they loved obeying me. “I’ve been having… weird thoughts lately, Mr. Crawford, sir.”
The sunglasses that Peter was wearing helped to hide the glassy eyes, but they looked great on Mike. “I dunno what you’re talking ‘bout, kiddo. Care to explain?” The coach said, leaving some invisible papers on his invisible desk.
“It’s just that… there’s no way to explain it, sir. I just want to… drop to my knees and… be a good… boy…” The jock’s voice getting slower and slower was intentional, and I was glad I managed to pull that off with a few commands.
Peter chuckled “Seems like you still can’t resist my influence, huh jockboy?” He took off a plastic whistle that hanged from his neck and placed it in front of Mike’s eyes. “You reaaaaaally want to serve your coach, don’t ya?”
Mike’s eyes unfocused a bit more. “Yeessss, coach…” the slurring the words was also intentional, I just had to softly push him deeper into his actual trance to have a more realistic effect.
Peter placed the whistle necklace around Mike’s neck, before lowering his pants. “Get off that uniform and suck me off, kiddo. It would be a shame if you stained that thing with ya cum”
The jock didn’t waste a second, and obeyed the coach’s (Or should I say, my) commands, leaving only the football armor and the jockstrap on.
I stroked my cock, as Mike undressed and fell to his knees, then crawled over towards Peter, who started lowering his own pants.
Just as Peter’s cock sprung free and Mike took it in his mouth to pleasure his coach, someone knocked on the door, ruining my play.
“Fuck… Coming!” I said, but didn’t actually get up from the couch until coach Peter went to my room and closed the door. Mike took off the football armor, threw it to the guest’s room and put on a fitted shirt that was thrown over the coffee table and shorts.
I flipped the “Slave Mike” switch of his mind (Figuratively speaking, because it was more like bringing his main personality back to the front) and normal emotion returned to his body, before he sat down next to me.
“Hey bro, what happened?” He asked, with a bit of concern on his voice. Probably because coach Peter wasn’t around anymore. “Did we do anything wrong?” Aw, this guy is just too pure for this world.
“Nope, we’ve got visits, apparently.” I told him, getting up and heading towards the door.
I opened the door and found Leo there, with his hand up like he was about to knock again. “Finally, what took so long? Hey, Michael” He said, looking at the jock on the couch, who just mumbled a “‘sup” in answer.
“Sorry, we were in the middle of something and you didn’t really tell me that you were coming?” I replied, slightly annoyed at him for interrupting my magnum opus of homemade porn. What’s with this guy’s hidden ability to interrupt me almost every time I’m doing something related to sex?
He placed his hand on the back of his head. “Yeah… I was a bit bored and thought I could pay you a visit and catch up with our deal thing. Didn’t think you may be busy, being honest. I was a bit worried you may not be around though, due to your classes and stuff”
“It’s my free day” I said, motioning him to come inside, then closing the door after he entered. I sent a command to Peter’s mind to dress up and come out of the room, because I won’t have him imprisoned until Leo leaves. “So I thought about staying at home and just spend some time with Mikey and the coach”
I was still curious about why he called Geoffrey during our induction (Even though I haven’t told him I was doing him an induction) but I decided to avoid asking, unless the conversation goes that way, because it would be sort of weird to ask it out of nowhere.
“The coach? Which one?” He asked, then noticed a fully clothed coach Peter walking out of one of the doors. I ordered him to return to his own place, since he probably wasn’t needed around anymore. I’m not going to suck up all of his time if I’m not going to use the big man around.
Hmmm… That gave me an idea… No, way too irresponsible.
“Bye, sir. Bye, sir’s friend” Peter said as he walked past us and went outside of the apartment.
Leo looked at me, and pointed at the door. “Mate, got that bodybuilder under your control and you don’t have him all day around your place? I really wonder how you put up with the urge sometimes”
I chuckled, but couldn’t think of an answer for that. I did just think about it, but I’m not eager to take full control of someone’s life and make him my 24/7 servant. That’s just not how I work.
I walked back to the couch, and Leo followed me, then sat on the chair I’ve left before to act as the coach’s chair. I sat beside Mikey who just stared at us with curiosity. I think this is the first time I’ve been with him and Leo on the same room, without hiding him out of fear.
He’s not my property though, and even if we love to play with my powers, I’ve been letting him be normal Mikey again and diminishing the use of my powers a bit. Effectively, breaking Leo’s deal as I haven’t done anything “evil” with my powers yet.
“How’s the deal going?” Leo asked, looking as excited as always.
I feigned a thoughtful expression and said “You know, been there… done that…”
“You don’t have any idea about what to do, huh mate?” Was I that obvious? “It’s okay, not gonna start a witch trial against ya. I’m pretty lost too, if I’m being honest” Hah, look at us. We can control people’s minds and we can’t come up with ways to break out of our comfort zone.
“I mean, Mike did try to help you out and you sort of disappeared?”
“I’m still mad about it, bro. Could have told me anything before asking me to get some coffees in that crowded shitshow” Mike said, frowning. Poor big guy felt betrayed that day, and like he lost his time traveling to campus just to get planted a few minutes in.
I pulled him to lay down on my legs and said “It’s okay, just relax big guy. Wanna do that?” I caressed his hair as I usually did, and he answered a little “Yusss, bruh…”, closing his eyes.
“Not gonna lie, that’s hot. And I didn’t feel like he was helping at all, but I found the rugby coach guy and he actually offered himself to help out. I mean, it’s not like I can use my powers on him but that’s the gimmick of it, I guess. If he’s not completely under my control, he can give some feedback as to what does he thinks about my orders”
Oh… so that’s what’s going on with Geoff and him. The coach was helping him out! “Huh, well I’m glad to hear that. I’ve just focused on getting over with the sports club plan—“
“Still doing that? You’re really slow, mate” I jump up and reply something, but Mike was so relaxed that it would make me feel bad if I woke him up now. Like when a dog is laying on your belly and you can’t move again until he’s gone. “But if it means you’re doing more safety arrangements, then I guess it’s justified” Leo finished, laying back on his chair.
I looked at him a bit surprised. The reckless guy was talking to me about safety arrangements? That’s something new.
“It’s actually pretty close to being over. After the last coach, I just need to check that they work in good conditions after a few probation days, fix the last little details and then I assume the business will be self-sustainable with little to no input from me, before replacing those coaches with real workers, unless the coaches don’t have an issue with staying on their current positions” I finished, quite proudly.
“Damn,” Leo sighed “Sounds like a veeeeery busy work, mate. I prefer doing things quickly and have people barely notice I’m the one in control. And I wanted to ask you for a favour before I have to leave Barrinfield City in a few weeks”
Wait, he’s leaving? I mean, he’s from the UK but I thought he would be staying around much more time than these past few weeks. It doesn’t really make sense? But maybe he has to go back and attend some business with his company or something.
“I’d love to, depending on what the favor is of course. But I really have to finish with this before exams start or I’ll be fucked with capital F” I explained. I’m almost always up to helping… are we friends?
The term “Allies by convenience” would probably fit more. We try to be friendly to each other, but it’s possible that we both feel threatened by each other or something like that?
Imagine what would happen if a war between us started. Probably innocents would get involved— forced, to fight on any of the two sides. Or a higher force would end both of us to maintain the order. Like William or Adam would do if they found out.
Needless to say, I prefer this chilled, reckless Leo instead of an evil lord Leo who just wants the world under his control. He’s nice to have around too, even if he doesn’t understand my ways of doing stuff.
Huh, that gave me another good idea.
“Why don’t we end our deal, but with one condition?” He raised his eyebrow, with curiosity. “It’s far too obvious that we’re not good at trying each other’s approach, so let’s do this. You help me reprogram Mark to work at the sports club, since he’s already under my control, and I help you with that favor of yours”
“It’s actually nothing you haven’t done before. I’ve got this friend who… I fucked up his mind and I don’t know how to fix him” He scratched the back of his head, nervously. “It may be a bit difficult, because he’s been a few years like this and just recently got the hopes that you could help him? He came with me to Barrinfield City, so I just need to give you the address and you can go over to my place”
He broke a guy’s mind… but actually kept him around. Huh, interesting. He didn’t know if I would be friendly or not when he discovered there was another mind controller, so he must really care about this guy for… taking care of him, to say something nice about it.
I was a bit hesitant, because the last time I’ve rebuilt someone’s mind, I felt like I was close to another overload. But I can’t leave that guy without a mind, Leo was counting on me! And I like to use my powers to help others!
I stopped caressing Mike’s hair. (Who was just zoned out during our whole chat, looking at the ceiling with his closed eyes. I’m sure he’s not in trance, because I can feel a good amount of activity on his mind).
“Sounds like a new deal” I extended my hand towards my fellow mind controller and he smiled. Leo grabbed my hand and shook it, with determination.
“You won’t be disappointed, mate. So, uh… where’s this guy you need me to reprogram?” He asked.
I looked over at my phone. “I still got to call him. He lives in my hometown, which is a few hours away from here. And even now, it’s a bit late to do it. Maybe you’d like to do it tomorrow? I can tell him to go to the sports club and treat you like another master, so he will believe and obey everything you tell him”
“Alrighto, I was going to ask about that too. Since you’ve got that sorted out, can Geoffrey come with me?” Huh, why would he…
Oh, maybe he can use the help of a nice guy like Geoff? Honestly, I find it intriguing. He’s a rugby coach, and Leo used to be a rugby player. Maybe he feels familiar with following his coach’s guidance, and I won’t lie, I would love to look further into that.
But, that’s not my problem.
“Sure thing, you can take him with you if you want. Want me to call him too or you prefer to do it yourself?” Huh, this deal turned out to be way better than what I’ve expected at the start. Just hope that this friend of his isn’t a burnout to rebuild, like Chris was.
Leo’s POV
A day passed, and I was on the way to get Geoff.
Keys of the sports club? Checked. Coach who used to allow bullying as long as his team did well? Checked, he should be waiting for us. Rugby coach who’s too nice for his own good? That’s on the way.
It was raining, so I’ve left the roof of my car on and just hoped for hail to not start falling.
The rugby coach was waiting for me, sitting on the stairs in front of a nice looking building. He had an umbrella and a bag with him, smart guy. Even when Pine’s university does have on-campus living for his staff, some people like Peter and Geoff decided to still live off-campus.
I haven’t asked him the reason, but I suppose it may be much calmer than having random partying students around.
I pressed the car’s horn as I stopped in front of Geoff, and the coach quickly got up and closed his umbrella, then went into the car with quick moves.
“Hey, sorry for making your car wet” He said, getting comfortable and extending his hand for a shake.
“It’s okay, mate. It’s not like you could avoid getting wet or anything. Did Pine fill you in with the details already?” I asked him, shaking him hand then resuming my driving duty. The sports club shouldn’t be so far away.
“Yep. The boss filled me in with the details, told me to go with you today and help you as much as I can. Needless to say, I’m excited about working together, and watching a mind controller in action sounds amazing!” Geoffrey answered, looking at the window.
“Hey… you do know you’ve been mind controlled too, right?” I should learn to close my big, fat mouth. I’ve already made Mike nervous by asking ‘mean’ questions, but I still think it’s important to be honest, even if it hurts.
But, Geoff ultimately shrugged me off. I guess that’s what sets the difference between him and Mike. Mike apparently is really not mind controller to look after Pine. “This is different. Pine is my boss; he can do whatever he wants!” Huh, is that really it?
Do the people I control really think about me like that? Makes you think when you’re a spectator rather than the one controlling minds.
I tried to change the topic, asking my fellow rugby mate about how were his rugby practices going.
“You know, the guys try their best and really improve when they have a reward to look after. I love those guys, and I feel really proud when I see my players graduating and then getting new players to train from the start” Geoff answered, turning around to look at me as I drove.
“You seem like a nice coach. Mine used to be a pain in the ass” I told him, trying to make some chatter, even if we were about to arrive. That was true, though. My powers appeared near my graduation day and I made the most out of it in my high school.
“Aren’t we all? Our job is supposedly make the players play great, being friendly or not it’s rather optional and some… mean coaches prefer to not bother with it. I think differently, as you could see” He explained, grabbing his bag and taking a clipboard, with a few sheets of paper in it and a pen attached by a cord. “And, I thought about grading your progress after our few chats of how to be a better mind controller”
“What?” That’s not what I had in mind at all when I thought about having him coming with me. Still, sounds like a sort of nice idea?
“You heard me. I’ll grade you based on every single word you use, and will tell you how much you improved since our last sessions together and where do you need to improve. That’s how I work with my team, too”
“Uhm… sure, coach?” We had arrived already, and Mark was supposedly waiting for us in… there he is! In front of the sports club main entrance, there was this man waiting with an umbrella and dressed in winter clothes.
I grabbed the place’s keys, parked the car and left the car. Geoff followed me closely, as I walked towards this coach, Mark. I noticed there was a pretty car parked close to where he was standing. If it was his car, the mate has a good style.
Geoffrey opened his umbrella as we walked towards the football coach near us. The guy noticed and walked closer. “Hey. Mark, right?” I asked, and he nodded.
“Yeah, did master Pine sent you?” I like Pine’s style of making his slaves refer to him as master, but even I could tell to be more careful when they’re out on public.
“Yep, I’ll be doing the reprogramming today. This is your fellow workmate, Geoff” The rugby coach beside me gave him an excited nod.
Mark looked confused “Workmate? What the fuck does that mean?” Huh, I understand why Pine wants to reprogram this one now.
Geoff? He shouldn’t have by inducted at all. He’s an amazing coach already, without anyone mind controlling him. Peter? Or the other name Pine told me he programmed into him… Brody, was it? He was an ass before Pine turned his brain to mush and took control of him. Not quite like that, but still, he’s much nicer now apparently.
And… this dipshit. I’ve been a rugby player in my younger days (And I still go into a random match back in the UK when I feel like it) and I know what an asshole coach is when I see one. Someone who allows his players to bully other students as long as they play well? This guy deserves to lose his job, and hell I would make it if it was in my power.
And it is, but since my fellow mind controller is the one taking the leash with this one, he must have already taken care of him. I prefer not messing with his slaves, because I wouldn’t like if he messed with mine.
“I’ll explain it once we go inside, now move your ass because I’m getting cold out here” I said, and Geoff threw me a disapproving look. I didn’t care, because this guy was an awful person. “By the way, did Pine told you anything about obeying me or something like that?”
“You are Leo, right?”
I nodded “The one and only”
He seemed a bit relieved by my presentation. “Nice, master Pine told me to obey and believe anything you say. I don’t know why, but if he wants me to do that, then that’s my goal” Great, that should mean I have complete control, right?
I mean, not quite like it because using my verbal mind control should make him think that my commands are actually his own thoughts, so he’s now aware that I’m going to reprogram him. But still, something is something.
We entered the building in front of us, and were greeted by the nice view of the lobby.
“Huh, this place does look really good…” I whispered, looking around. I just noticed it was my first in the sports club Pine loved to talk about.
“I know, right? I’ve only been here once and I’m already in love with the idea of working here!” Geoff said, again looking way too excited than he should be. In some way, I’m actually glad my powers work like this too? Like, making my slaves eager to obey me and be happy by just thinking about it.
I headed over to the gym part, with the two coaches following me around, then looked at Mark. “I hope you have workout clothes under that jacket”
He shook his head “Just a shirt and some jeans, man. I didn’t think we’d be working out, thought I would be obeying master Pine? He likes to have me naked each time we meet” He had a cocky smirk that made me want to punch his face, but gotta get over with this first.
“So bad, strip down to your underwear then” Geoffrey looked surprised by my order, while Mark didn’t have a choice but to obey me. He did as I say, stripping down to his underwear, slowly revealing his well-built body.
‘Bloody hell… I get why Pine likes to have him around now, though he’s still a cunt’ I thought to myself, as Mark finished and stood still while waiting for more orders
I pointed to a bench with a weight bar on top of it. “Now, lay there and prepare to lift” I’m going to mold this motherfucker to be an excellent coach, not like the shit he was used to be.
He nodded, and did as I said still with a cocky smirk.
My rugby mate followed me as I walked over to a few weight plates. I was going to tell him to help me, but I didn’t want to push him too far due to his injury. I don’t know how much weight can he lift.
Meanwhile, for Mark… I’m not going to kill him, but judging by his body, he probably can lift at least 50 kg. I grabbed two plates of 10 and took them to the bench.
The thing is not made to be a real workout, and if he relaxes and enters a trance, I can’t let the bar kill him if he stops lifting suddenly.
I racked the bar with the plates and patted his pecs. “Now, begin lifting” I said, and Mark did so. Geoff looked curiously at both of us, and wrote stuff on his clipboard as soon as I stop talking. “But also, each time you lift that bar, you will feel a wave of relaxation going through your entire body, with the feeling multiplying by 5 each time you lift the bar”
He kept lifting, but the change was already noticeable. His arms did a weird movement and his face already seemed a bit zoned out, but he kept going. For security reasons, I went in front of the bench and got on helping position, keeping my hands on the bar as it went up and down.
“You can also start going deeper and deeper into that relaxation… Feeling completely open to my commands, understood?” Or I could just tell him ‘go deep into a trance and obey everything I say’ because that would also work perfectly well.
“Y-Yeah…” He mumbled, and I had to start helping him with the bar if I didn’t want him to die because of the weight. It was an unsafe method to put someone under, yeah, but I’m doing my best to ensure this bad coach’s safety.
A few times more lifting the bar, and his arms fell to the side of the bench. Luckily for him, I grabbed the bar and left it back on its place. “Now… get up” I told Mark, as I looked over to Geoffrey.
The rugby mate was enjoying this a lot, apparently. He already turned a sheet of paper and wrote on the back of it. I wonder how am I going so far with the programming. I mean, I still have to start the programming.
Pine’s old coach stood still in front of the bench he just got up from, and waited for more commands. His muscles were relaxed, and I wanted to see them tensed. But first, getting the job done, then the fun.
“So, I want you to answer me with complete honesty, and address me as ‘Sir’, understood?”
“Yeeesss… Sir…” It’s not usual for me to see entranced guys. I mostly get them under my control with the mind link so they don’t have the chance to be in a trance, they just start being obedient.
“Imagine the following scenario. You’re helping someone with their routine, and they’re complaining about the weight being too heavy for them, to say something. How would you normally react?”
“Uh… If you give them a good motivation… or yell at them like an authority… that should be enough for them to stop complaining—”
“No, no, no! You got it all wrong and it’s only the beginning of the reprogramming, oh geez!”
Creating a fake scenario to see how his normal reaction would be, if said reaction isn’t the one that I want, I change it until it reflects a change on his behavior.
I sighed, and looked over at Geoff.
“Hey, even I can be frustrated when he gives that shitty answer. No wonder why he and Peter are good friends, they both suck as being a decent person and treating their players like objects more than people with feelings” I looked at him, with curiosity before he started speaking again. “Yeah, there are rumors around campus, and students are not the only ones who know about gossip”
“Sounds like this asshole is known even out of his hometown and nobody does a thing about it, huh” It didn’t really made sense? I mean, not from a mind controller perspective, because I wouldn’t care if I’m mind controlling an asshole like this. He wouldn’t have personality after I’m done with him anyway.
“They are good coaches, apparently. So people let the bad part slip out of their minds” Geoff shrugged, while pointing at the zoned out Mark in front of us. “Just… calm down, and don’t lose composure, alright? That’s the key to use your powers correctly” The rugby coach said, finishing with a pat on my back.
“Alright,” I sighed, then looked at the zoned out Mark again. His cocky smirk was gone and he now had a dumb grin and a bit of saliva dripping from his mouth.
“If you are coaching someone, you can never yell at them or mistreat them because of them complaining about something. Instead, you try to motivate and look out for them to do well enough, and encourage a little rest if they really seem to not be able to keep up with the exercise, understood?”
Mark nodded, with a nice “Yeesss, sir…”
“Besides that, you will never mistreat anyone again. Don’t be an entitled twat, and try to be a better person overall. I mean, sending your football players to bully on a random guy because they need to ‘unload stress’? I would have ended your career a long time ago if I knew that, mate”
“…I’m sorry… sir…”
“Yeah, and you better be. If you’re going to start working on here as a coach, you will never mistreat anyone, and will do your best to always be a motivated coach and help others out, understood? And I don’t care if this goes against your normal personality, you will change your normal self in that case to fit with my orders, is that clear?!”
Geoff didn’t stop writing after any of my words, but I didn’t really care about my grading anymore? I just wanted to make a good job on this.
“Yeeesss… sir…”
“So, you will greatly look forward to working in here and helping people out in… whatever they may need help with, and no, that doesn’t include sexual favors” I wanted to clarify that, just to make sure he wouldn’t be raped by smartass clients neither.
“Yeah… working in here… so cool, sir…” He chuckled like an idiot, with his grin growing a bit. I think that means the programming is done, right?
“Great, I’m done here” I turned around to face Geoff and sat on the bench Mark just laid on. The big hunk just stood there, still in a deep trance, but I wanted to hear my grading now. Gotta see how did I go!
“Really? Well, uh, let’s see…” He turned to his first sheet of paper and started reading. “Your use of words was pretty correct, even with that last bit, I see what you did there…” I knew it! It was a good idea! “You’ve got a bit aggressive after the induction was done, which could have leaded to you losing control again if you’re not careful” That’s understandable, yeah.
“The induction part… sort of dangerous, yeah, but very well done and creative, using something he’s familiar with like working out to make him relax and put him under” I haven’t thought of it that way, but I’m glad to be more credited by it!
“You also should wake him up as soon as you’re done with him. I don’t know if this is a regular thing so I didn’t count it into your score, but leaving him tranced and ready for anyone to come in and play with him doesn’t seem like a safe thing for the subject” He said, crossing out with his pen a whole little paragraph on his clipboard.
“Wait, so… I passed? I reprogrammed him to act like a good coach without erasing his mind, right?”
He laughed, and sat at the bench too, before wrapping his arm around me. “You did pretty good, Leo. Still need practice but… eh, I’d give you an 8 out of 10 for now. Pretty good, just not perfect”
Hmm… an 8 out of 10 is not that bad. And even if I haven’t woken him up yet, the sole fact that I managed to reprogram him without fucking it up was amazing!
Can’t wait to see how Pine’s doing with my mate Alan!
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When the Sun Sleeps in Canto Bight [7]
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CHAPTER PLAYERS
Kylo Ren, Leader of the Knights of Ren
The Knights of Ren
Enric Pryde, Sheev Palpatine’s right hand
Sheev Palpatine, leader of the Palpatine Gang
Rey Vale, Sheev’s granddaughter
Ruby Girard, The Beautiful Singer
Crystal Canon, Ruby’s roommate
CHAPTER CONTENT
Some Language; a little fluff; possessiveness (or signs of it?)
Word Count: 1,973
With his Knights behind him, Kylo Ren walked into the Death Star Club. Kylo never really paid attention to how establishments looked, but this place was drab. Old wallpaper practically peeling away. Lit with what seemed like the first light bulbs ever invented, and from what they could tell from the lobby, filled with people who probably remembered the block when it was “nothing but trees”. They approached the hatcheck girl.
“Mr. Ren?” the blonde asked before they could even speak.
“Yeah,” Kylo responded, leaning on her counter.
“Mr. Palpatine has been expecting you.” She picked up a phone and rotated the dial, eyeing Kylo seductively as she did so. He smirked and laughed in his mind, and in his mind only.
“Mr. Palpatine’s guests are here.”
A tall, grey-haired man with icy blue eyes led the Knights through the club, out a back door, through an alley, and into a small office building behind the club. Kylo took everything in. It was a long fucking walk, but he understood its purpose, and was actually impressed. Precautionary. They’d probably stalled many a person with this trek.
Sheev Palpatine was seated behind a heavy walnut desk, and a dark-haired woman sat on the other side. She turned around at the sound of footsteps and quickly rose to face the guests. Her hand instinctively rested on her skirted hip.
“Kylo Ren...” Palpatine said with lifted arms. “I see you brought the whole gang.”
Kylo stepped to Palpatine and kissed his hand. Then, he looked the young woman up and down. She scooted away and stood at the old man’s side. Then, she let her hand from her hip.
“Nice to see you, Vic,” he said.
“Likewise, Sheev.”
“Young Ushar. Not so young anymore, huh?”
Ushar grunted. “No, sir.”
“Is this little Rey?” Vic asked. Rey pressed her lips together in a reluctant smile. She nodded.
“Hello, Mr. Arden. Long time no see.” Her eyes fell back on Kylo. Annoyance filled her irises again.
“May I sit?” Kylo asked.
“Yes, yes. Everyone take a seat,” Palpatine said. “Thanks, Enric.”
The man who’d led the Knights into the office nodded and stood at the door. The Knights exchanged pleasantries with Palpatine and an awkward Rey, before Palpatine finally asked to speak with Kylo alone.
“I’m just going to cut to the chase, son...” Palpatine started. They sat in another office with only a banker’s desk lamp illuminating the room. He’d left only about an inch of space between the door and its hinge.
“I’m not getting any younger. My gang, we’re all a bunch of old fellas. No young guys. So, having said that, I want to make you a proposition.”
Kylo leaned back in the leather seat. “What kinda proposition?”
“I’d like to retire in a few years. I don’t know when, but soon. I want to see the world. Lounge by an ocean. Go on a safari. Go fishing and smell the fresh air atop some mountains...”
Kylo’s heart began to thump with anxiety-inducing impatience. He swallowed and shifted in his seat.
“I’ve done well, I think. Made good money. Haven’t run into too much trouble. Taken care of the...situations...that have caused me trouble. But that’s been rare, surprisingly.”
“Uh huh,” Kylo interjected, hoping to rush him along.
Palpatine straightened his spine. “Well, young Kylo...I’d like for us to partner up. Merge, if you will. Work together and split the profits...”
“Why didn’t you merge with Ren?” Kylo shot at him like a ping-pong ball. Palpatine huffed and smirked.
“Reese wasn’t too keen on working with others. And...I think my affiliation with the police gave him reservations.”
“So, he didn’t trust you,” Kylo concluded. “What makes you think I would trust you?”
Palpatine shrugged. “I’m an old man who chews tobacco twice a day and has to carry a fucking inhaler when the weather is too hot, or too cold because I have the lungs of a damn newborn.” He laughed sorrowfully at himself.
“I have nothing to gain from fucking you over.”
Kylo leaned back in the seat again and looked into Palpatine’s eyes--searching. Wondering. Curious.
“When I retire,” Palpatine continued. “I want to put my businesses into trustworthy hands. I like you, Kylo. You’re loyal. You were loyal to my cousin. You’re loyal to your guys...”
“Don’t you have kids?” Kylo asked. “Why can’t you pass the business down to them?”
Palpatine rose from his seat and walked to the window.
“My ex-wife kept my children as far away from the business as possible. They don’t want anything to do with it. They’re all adults with grandchildren of their own, now. Living in weatherboard houses with picket fences.”
"Is that girl in there your daughter?”
“My granddaughter.”
“Why won’t you let her take over?” Kylo asked.
Palpatine whirled around to look at him. “Do you think it’s proper to let a woman go into this business?”
“Nothing we do is deemed “proper”, Mr. Palpatine.”
“Hmph,” Palpatine grunted.
“Nonetheless. I don’t want to make a target out of my own granddaughter. She’s good with numbers. In fact, she’s been quite the asset these last few years. But it would be irresponsible of me to put her in such a dangerous position.”
Palpatine sat back down.
“But anyway. You’ve got the guts and the brawn, Kylo. Reese always spoke highly of you. You’re young and burning with passion. A little temperamental, he said. But you’ve got something that not too many people in our industry have. That Organa blood...”
Kylo felt his eye twitch.
“Why, if I were the descendant of Organa family, I’d own nightclubs, bars, hotels, restaurants, and even fucking beauty parlors if I could.” Kylo’s leg began to bounce, but he rubbed his knee to self-sooth.
“I appreciate the high praise, Mr. Palpatine. And the offer. But, I just ain’t that interested in partnerin’ up with anybody.”
He rose from his chair. “I like what the Knights of Ren have goin’ now. Everyone is taken care of. We don’t need more. Too much more puts too many eyes on you.”
“I disagree,” Palpatine responded. He rose from his chair, as well. “But I respect your decision.” He shook Kylo’s hand.
“But I want you to know that I’m not sharing this offer with anyone else. If you ever change your mind, and as long as I’m still alive, the offer will remain on the table.”
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“May I help you?” Crystal asked. She blew cigarette smoke through the side of her mouth.
“Is Ruby home?” Kylo asked.
“Kylo?” Ruby called. Crystal looked over her shoulder, and reluctantly widened the wooden door. Kylo looked her up and down, then sauntered into the living room. Something good was cooking on the stove.
“What are you doing here?” Ruby asked. She wore an apron over a green dress and a scarf on her head. Suddenly conscious of her appearance, she touched her hair and cringed at the feeling of her scarf.
“I came to see you,” he said. He walked to her, wrapped his arms around her waist and yanked her close, but Ruby winced in his embrace.
“Kylo, this is Crystal. Crystal, Kylo,” she said hastily. He smirked and pulled away, catching the hint. Then, he turned to Crystal and tipped his invisible hat.
“Pleasure.”
“Hmph...” Crystal responded. She exhaled smoke and disappeared into the kitchen.
“Crystal can you turn the pot off?!” Ruby called.
“What’s wrong wit’ her?” Kylo asked. They heard the click of the oven’s knob.
“She doesn’t like you,” Ruby whispered. She peeked at the kitchen’s entryway, then stood on her tiptoes. She planted a kiss a Kylo’s lips.
“Mmm...” he said, licking his lips.
He pulled away and looked around the living room--the old sofa, the rug; the vases of flowers in various places.
“Not too bad.”
“It’s not bad at all,” Ruby responded, putting her hands on her hips.
“I can give you better,” he said, eyes falling back on her. He watched her walk toward, then pass him to her sofa. She took a seat.
“I can give myself better.”
Kylo eased down beside her and pulled her legs onto his lap. “I can give it to you quicker.”
Ruby laughed and shook her head, unable to shoot something back at him.
“What do you want, Babydoll?” he asked. He ran his fingertips up and down her bare leg.
“What do I want?” she repeated, hoping for clarity.
“Yeah. What do you want in this life?”
“I want...” Ruby started. Kylo was watching her attentively--and it made her nervous. She drew in a deep breath.
“I want to sell so many records and do so many gigs, that I make enough money to not only get myself a house on a hill, but get my parents one, too.”
“What else?”
Ruby shrugged. “I don’t think I want anything else.”
“I can give you that if you let me. That and more.”
Kylo’s fingers moved up her legs and rested on her thigh.
“Kylo...?” Ruby mumbled.
“Hmm?” “Are you being serious with me right now?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m bein’ serious.”
“No, I mean. Are you just foolin’ around, or are you serious about me?”
Kylo’s eyebrows furrowed. “Yes, I’m fuckin’ serious about you. Where the fuck is this comin’ from?”
“Can you stop saying fuck?” Ruby asked through clenched teeth.
“Babydoll,” he started, rubbing her thigh. “The moment I stepped into that fu--into that restaurant, I knew I wanted to make you mine.”
“Yours. Like a possession.”
Kylo took in her face. Her eyes and lips were steady. She wanted clarity, he knew. She wanted to know exactly what he wanted from her. Maybe “make you mine” wasn’t what she wanted to hear, but it was what he felt.
He wasn’t a “love at first sight” kinda guy. He was barely even a “love” kinda guy. But he was a “listen to your gut” kinda guy--and his gut told him that the girl on that stage was his wife.
“Well, I ain’t got no problem bein’ yours, too,” he said.
Ruby gazed upon his eyes, noticing that the apartment’s light illuminated the true color of his irises. She could hear Crystal’s spoon clinking against her bowl in the distance.
“A man like you doesn’t belong to anybody, Kylo."
“No, I belong to you. I go all my adult life never feelin’ anything for anybody. Then I walk into the Galaxy, and boom, all of a sudden I’m feelin’ butterflies and shit? Shit like that don’t happen for no reason.”
Ruby sighed and looked straight ahead, staring at nothing in particular. “We barely even know, each other, Kylo. This is some heavy talk.”
“Well, all I know is what my gut tells me. My gut told me the moment I saw you, that you was my wife. And my gut is always right.”
Ruby looked back at Kylo and just shook her head in shock. It was a good shock. Emotion was overriding logic. She didn’t think Kylo was lying to her at all.
“And I know you want me, too. I know you feel what I feel,” Kylo continued. “You’re just too busy tryin’ to figure out somethin’ that’s already figured out.”
Kylo watched Ruby’s chest move up and down. He heard the air each time it left her nostrils.
“I’m not supposed to trust men like you,” she said.
“And you ain’t supposed to be wearin’ lipstick and goin’ to picture shows and singin’ about things that ain’t about the gods, but you do all of that anyway, don’t you?”
"You would throw that back in my face,” Ruby mumbled jokingly.
Kylo smiled and ran his hand back down to her legs, and right back up to her thigh. Ruby watched each movement, then looked back into his eyes.
“You wanna stay for dinner?” she asked.
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week three
last week | next week
warnings: several mentions of death, potentially triggering references to c****a, angst central, desirée is Bad At Feelings
word count: 1951
Sunday, August 17th, 2023 - Day 15 of quarantine
“Westchester County residents should be expected to shelter in place for at least 5 more weeks. Healthcare professionals are resigning by the hundreds as the disease spreads to nurses and doctors throughout the country. Over half of all patients that have tested positive for the Westchester Plague have either committed suicide or attempted to commit suicide. More at noon.”
“It only gets worse and worse every day,” Desirée frowns.
“Maybe we should take a break from the news for a while.” Andy turns the TV off and heads into the kitchen. “What do you want to eat?”
“Um…” Desirée could probably read him a numbered and alphabetized list of foods that she would ruin right about now, but she refrains. “What do we have?”
“Well, there’s some ramen in here…”
Not ideal, but it’ll have to do. They are in the middle of an epidemic, after all. “Awesome.”
So they eat chicken flavored ramen like a pair of broke college students while watching some old anime, which Andy adamantly rejects the second the words leave her lips (“Avatar: The Last Airbender is a cartoon, Desirée”), and she lets her mind wander.
Eventually, it arrives to Andy, as it seems to do more and more often these days. His name warms her skin like the sun on a late summer afternoon. His presence feels like the down comforter on her bed after a long day of work.
A small smile plays at her lips as she leans into the promise of an exciting summer and sweet dreams. It welcomes her with open arms and promises fond memories for years to come. But as soon as she goes to take it, she finds herself drenched in a raging storm.
While they polish off the last of their cups, a devastating truth hits her.
As lovely as their moment feels, its end is as inevitable as the bone-chilling winter or the start of a new day.
Monday, August 18th, 2023 - Day 16 of quarantine
“Did you want to give video games another try?” Andy asks tentatively. Then, like the infuriating bastard he is, he smirks. “I promise I’ll let you win.”
“That won’t be necessary.” Desirée retorts, donning a small smile.
“Don’t get too cocky or I’ll have to show you up.” Andy
After a tense round of Mortal Kombat, the TV screen flashes a victory. Andy slumps back, defeated.
“I...how…?”
“Lily and I used to play. I’m excellent at playing dumb, Andy,” Desirée smirks. “You know this about me.”
He shakes his head. “You’re something else, you know that?”
“If you say so.” Desiree rolls her neck and stretches her arms. “Ready for round 2?”
Tuesday, August 19th, 2023 - Day 17 of quarantine
“Scientists have found that cutis dissolutitis, better known as the Westchester Plague, mutated from Bacillus subtilis, a bacteria species found in dirt that acts as a decomposer of organic materials. It was first found in a large forest area. The best way to protect against this epidemic is to cover all exposed skin when you’re outside and sanitize once you’re inside.” A disgruntled news anchor reports from the outside of a nondescript building. The only patch of visible skin is around his eyes, which are covered by transparent goggles.
Desirée gasps suddenly. “Oh my god, the woods. Andy, you don’t think that…”
He catches the implication. “There’s no way. Devon would never do this.”
“We never suspected that Jane...or Noah…” She shakes her head. “I just hope not.”
Wednesday, August 20th, 2023 - Day 18 of quarantine
The official body count is projected to be 100. Over 200 citizens in the county have reported testing positive for the virus and 400 more are showing symptoms. Ignoring the news at this point is just short of irresponsible, but fear keeps her from lingering on the headlines.
As the day winds to a close, a feeling of dread slowly infiltrates her mind. The thought of tomorrow makes her skin crawl. Her stomach inverts and reverts on a constant loop as she reads yet another headline about yet another person committing suicide to avoid the disease.
The sun sets and she’s overcome with a terrible truth. A subtle prick of worry that blossoms into a deep ache in her chest that she can’t quite place.
“Something terrible is going to happen tomorrow.” Desirée whispers aloud. She locks herself in the bathroom as she feels the omen leave her lips. Andy doesn’t need to hear this. “Something that will change everything we thought was true.”
Thursday, August 21st, 2023 - Day 19 of quarantine
They don’t bother changing out of their pajamas anymore.
An alert on her phone tells her that the death toll in Westchester County has climbed from 100 to 1,000 overnight. Westchester alone has lost a third of its population. Then, she gets the call.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Dizzy,” Lily sniffles.
She knows that something is very wrong for two reasons. One, no one has called her Dizzy since her junior year in high school. Two, Lily is a notorious night owl and wouldn’t be caught out of bed before 9 in the morning if she had her way, let alone willingly engaging in human interaction. If she was calling at 8 AM, it had to be serious.
“Lily, is everything okay?” Desirée whispered as she tiptoed out of bed to avoid waking Andy.
“It’s my mom.” She sobs, and suddenly she can no longer hear the hum of the vents above her head or the whirring of her computer on the coffee table. “She has the plague.”
“Lily, how long has she had it?”
“I don’t know.” She sobs harder. “They’re queueing everyone on the block for testing.”
“Lily, it’s going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay,” Desirée whispers. The burning in her eyes and the constricting feeling in her throat tell her that she’s crying, too. “You’re going to be okay.”
She’s lying through her teeth and she knows it, but the words seem to offer Lily some comfort as she recites them back to her.
“I will be okay,” she chokes out. “Everything will be okay.”
“If you need anything at all…”
“I know who to call,” Lily replies. The line goes dead.
Desirée holds the phone to her chest and sends a silent prayer. It’s bad enough that you’ve taken a third of our town. Please don’t take Lily, too.
Silent tears stream down her cheeks as she prays over and over again.
Don’t take Lily.
Don’t take Lily.
Don’t take Lily.
It’s that exact moment that Andy wraps his arms around Desirée’s middle and buries his head in the crook of her neck. She’s suddenly overcome with guilt and shame as she turns to him with shining eyes.
“Andy, I-”
“Shhh.” He shakes his head and pulls her into his chest, blinking back tears of his own. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Soon, everyone knows. The news is bleaker than ever, with cameras being shoved into the grieving families of the victims and the death toll climbing by the hour. As the day crawls to an end and she lays in Andy’s arms, one thing becomes astoundingly apparent.
Life will never be the same again.
Friday, August 22nd, 2023 - Day 20 of quarantine
It becomes physically unbearable to look at the news. Desirée briefly considers letting Andy unplug the TV again.
No one takes the news of Lily’s mother well, but Ava seems to struggle with it the most. She refuses to answer phone calls from anyone and only replies in short, but extremely worrying sentences.
“I wish this wasn’t going on so that I could check on her.” Desirée sighs after a fifth “missed” call. She’s curled up on the living room sofa with her head hanging on the arm. Her eyes are shut tight. “But here we are.”
“She’s never really been the emotional type, Rée.”
“That’s why I’m so worried about her. If she’s shutting down this early, what’s she gonna do if Mrs. Ortiz doesn’t make it?”
“I don’t know, but I think what Ava needs right now is space.”
“Andy, I can’t just let her spiral.” She sits up at this, frowning.
“I know it’s hard to see her like this, but you can’t protect everyone.”
“I know I can’t. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that.” Desirée whispers. “But I can help.”
“What happened with Devon wasn’t your fault, Desirée. The only person you should blame is-”
“Don’t.”
“The point I’m making is that you don’t always have to be everyone’s person.” Andy stares deeply into her eyes. For a second, it feels as if he’s seeing her every flaw, every imperfection she’s buried deep into her heart and mind, every secret she’s ever kept and maybe even the ones she didn’t. For the longest second, it feels as if he’s peering into her soul and reading it with the ease of a picture book and she’s helpless to turn away and shut him out despite the fact that she desperately wants to. “You’re always so focused on being there for everyone else, but who’s going to be there for you?”
You. She almost whispers. It’s always been you.
“A therapist.” She replies instead, forcing a small smile. “And a bottle of wine.”
“Take care of yourself.” Andy squeezes her shoulders once and turns for the bedroom. “Let someone else be there for you once in a while.”
“Someone else like who?”
“I don’t think either one of us is ready for that conversation.”
“You sure?” Desirée retorts, suddenly emboldened. She’s not the only mind reader between them and she’ll be damned if Andy Kang gets to leave her wondering like every night before. “Because I feel plenty ready to talk. If you’re scared of going there, just say that.”
“Who’s scared?” Andy turns back around, staring her down. She holds her own, meeting his gaze head on. “I’ll go there if that’s what you want.”
“Hey, don’t hold back on my account. If you want to say something, I’m all ears.”
“Could you handle that?” He walks slowly toward her as he speaks, sizing her up. “Could you handle it if I told you that I wish you’d stop trying to play tough all the time and open up to me like you used to? That I wish we’d just quit this dance where we pretend we’re still not in love with each other?” Her breath catches and his face is inches away from hers, so much so that she can feel his breath on her cheeks. “Could you even function knowing that?”
“I could. You know why?” She finally responds, placing her hand directly onto his chest. “Nothing is the way it used to be, Andy. We’re not the way we used to be when this started and we’ll never be those people again. So I suggest…” She tilts her head upwards and brushes her lips against his chin. “...you make peace with that.”
She lets him meditate on her words as she heads toward the bedroom and into the conjoined bathroom, where she finally lets her face rest in her hands as she cries.
Saturday, August 23, 2023 - Day 21 of quarantine
They don’t speak for most of the day.
“I probably should’ve told you this earlier,” Desirée tells Andy during the evening. They’ve just eaten dinner. “But everything that happened on Thursday...I felt it.”
“You...what?”
“I’d just been feeling horrible all day and I thought my anxiety was just acting up, but then I just felt this ache in my chest and I knew something awful was going to happen.”
“What did it feel like?”
“Death.” She inhales a shaky breath before nodding resolutely. “It felt like death.”
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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 203 - Just one time
When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit….
Chapter 203 - Just one time
[With Blake just about conscious, a visit to Carson changes everything...]
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To Blake the world was dark.
It felt now like she was floating in a world, half in consciousness, half in a distant dream-world.
Around her, she could hear movement...footsteps..and voices...all of them familiar, and yet for some reason she could not remember who they belonged to.
"I swear, she just collapsed-"
"BULLSHIT, when I find out what you've done to her, you spineless motherfu-"
"I swear to you, please, I didn't do anything, I wouldn't-"
Blake gave a frown, the voices far too loud, right at this moment.
The voices hushed suddenly, the shadow of a figure leaning in close shifting over her closed eyelids.
"Peaches?" came a low and gruff voice in her ear. "You hear me, Darlin'?"
Blake scrunched her brows further at the intrusion of her personal space.
"Keep the noise down…" she murmured, a small huff escaping her her lips, as a large hand brushed its way over her cheek.
"Blake," came the voice again, sounding like it was trying to coax her awake.
But, wait, why was she asleep? Wasn't it the middle of the day? Just a moment ago she had been out in the garden talking to Brandon.
Frowning deeply again, Blake pulled her thoughts back to the present, wincing a little as she blearily opened her eyes.
It took her a moment to focus, seeing the familiar face of Negan hovering over her.
"Negan?" the blonde woman croaked out.
A look of utter relief seemed to wash over the Saviour's face at her words, as Blake confused by what had happened pushed herself up onto her elbows looking around.
To her surprise she found herself in the rec room on the ground floor, lying across one of the squashy leather sofas.
Negan was standing before her, and just a little way behind him was Brandon who currently had both his arms twisted up behind his back by Dwight, who looked to be in the process of leading him off somewhere.
"What happened? What's going on?" Blake asked feeling herself panicking a little as her green eyes searched the room again. "Is Mia ok?"
Negan's brow at once furrowed as he cupped Blake's cheek.
"He kid's fine, Peaches. But you ain't," he muttered in a growling voice. "Brandon here says you just collapsed."
Negan's dark eyes searched hers.
"That what happened, Darlin'?" he continued flashing a deadly look back over his shoulder at the detained Brandon.. "'Cause if it ain't-"
But Blake shook her head.
"Brandon didn't do anything," she said honestly. "I-I don't know what happened, one minute we were talking, and the next minute.."
Blake trailed off, pulling herself up into a sitting position and shooing Negan's hand away.
"I'm fine," said reassured him. "I must have just not eaten enough today.
In all honesty Blake hadn't had much of an appetite of late, blanching at the mere sight of what Mia had on her plate most days.
She had probably just worked herself too hard in the garden on an empty stomach.
Negan opened his mouth to reply, but before he could say anything, the door was flung open and Dr Carson appeared carrying a black medical case, looking slightly harassed.
"You should all be giving her some space," Carson scolded, shoving past Negan and coming to stand beside Blake.
"I'm fine," Blake said, with a bemused smile.
But the doctor ignored her, feeling her forehead first then grasping up her wrist to feel her pulse.
"Don' listen to the goddamn martyr here, Doc," uttered Negan in a sarcastic voice. "She's too damn stubborn-"
Again Negan flashed a look at Brandon who was stood behind, watching the entire thing unfold with a worried sort of look upon his face.
"-an' too trustin' too."
Blake rolled her eyes, just as Carson spoke again, ignoring Negan's comment.
"You felt feverish at all? Nauseous maybe?" the doctor tried, but Blake merely shrugged.
"Not really," she mused. "I guess I've been off my food a little…"
From behind Carson, she saw Negan shift his weight between his feet and angle an eye at her looking mightily unimpressed by her statement.
"An' you don' think shit like that is important enough to tell me, Darlin'?!"
As much as Blake appreciated Negan's constant concern, she didn't think she had to tell him every little innocuous thing that happened to her. Right?
But deep down Blake knew that Negan's fretting over her health was likely justified.
He had told her very little about the death of his wife, but Blake knew that he was frightened that something like that would befall Blake too. And with little to no healthcare in this world, the outcome of a disease like that would most certainly be the same.
With a soft sigh, Blake's eyes met with Negan's, offering him a silent look of comfort.
She was fine. This was definitely nothing serious.
"You can let Brandon go, Negan," the blonde said gently. "He didn't do anything."
Blake looked to Brandon, her gaze meeting with his. She hadn't forgotten their conversation right before she had passed out.
Everything was out in the open now. The truth about David and what he had done.
She wondered now whether Brandon would still leave. Go to the outposts perhaps.
After a moment the blonde woman, still full of guilt, dropped her gaze back to Carson, as the doctor scrutinised her further, shining a light into each of her eyes in turn.
"Not until I'm fuckin' certain this asshole ain't responsible for any of this, Peaches," Negan bit. "If he's anythin' like his damn brother you know he's capable of that shit."
Blake pursed her lips, not giving a reply, as Carson sat back once more.
"Blake, can I see you in private for a sec, there's just a quick test I want to run," the doctor said in a serious voice, reaching into the black bag beside him.
Blake was still for a moment before nodding.
"Whatever test you need her to do, Doc," Negan said in a low voice. "I'm gonna be there too, we clear."
Blake huffed at the Saviour's persistence. He really wasn't going to let up was he?
Negan right now had his chest puffed out and his lips fixed into a firm line like some sort of alpha lion protecting his pride.
"Well if you want to watch Blake here, pee into a cup, by all means come along," uttered Carson in a curt tone, pulling a plastic cup from his bag and handling it to the blonde woman, before getting to his feet, heading out of the room.
And with a smirk twitching its way onto her lips, Blake followed, getting to her feet too and heading off toward the door after Carson.
She heard Negan give a grumble, but thankfully he didn't follow.
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Not even five minutes later and Blake was sat on a gurney in the medical room down the hall with a pot of warm, pale yellow liquid clasped between both hands, swinging her legs impatiently.
She watched a silent Carson, glide over to her on his swivel chair and take the cup from her grasp before sliding back over to his desk, searching in his desktop drawers for something.
"I actually feel fine," she said with a smile and a half laugh.
And she did. In fact, Blake felt great. No longer dizzy or light headed, she felt bright and bubbly, raring to go and get out of here as soon as she could.
But Carson just ignored her, not turning around from whatever he was doing in the far corner of the room, much to Blake's irritation.
"I don't think there's any point in fussing-" she said again with a forced laugh, craning her neck to see what Carson was doing.
But the doctor cut over her before she could say another word, cutting her laughter short, allowing it to die rather abruptly.
"How often are you and Negan having sex?"
Blake blinked, her smile falling from her face and she frowned, looking a little confused at his question.
"I...errr…quite often...I...uh...I don't know...every other night maybe...sometimes more I suppose…" she said, swallowing. "Why?"
Her and Negan's sex life had always been good. Of course things were of course far more difficult with Mia around these days, but they still managed, still both very obviously infatuated with one another.
"And you're taking precautions?"
Blake immediately felt her cheeks turn scarlet, feeling like a schoolgirl being lectured about safe sex by a teacher.
"I...yeah…" she managed to mumble out, feeling all of a sudden very worried about the reasoning behind Carson's questioning.
After what had happened, after the loss of their baby, Blake had ensured, over the last few months, that she and Negan were always careful. But with no birth control pills available, the pair had taken to using condoms. And although Negan had huffed and complained, he had of course obliged Blake's wishes. So yes, they had been taking precautions. Blake ensuring they did this time.
"W-Why?" she pressed once more. "Is there something the matter?"
Carson, who still had his back to her, spoke again.
"No slip-ups?"
Blake frowned at this, a little affronted that Carson would accuse them of being so irresponsible, before she suddenly remembered a night just a few weeks ago, neither of their faults of course, where their condom had split.
But that had just been one time.
One little time.
Blake shook her head, wishing so desperately for Carson to turn around, her heart beginning to thud in her chest.
"Why?" she said, speaking slowly, her voice sounding a little hoarse now in the quiet of the room.
And the blonde woman could only watch as the doctor swung around in his chair to face Blake finally, offering her a sympathetic look.
"Look I know you might not want to hear this..." he said, giving a small apologetic sigh, looking down at the thin and coloured paper strip in his hand. "...but you're pregnant, Blake."
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Not Nineteen Forever (13) (Branjie/Scyvie/Ninex) - Ortega
a/n: waaaaah sorry this is such a late update friends! a heads up but because i’ve started back at work i feel like this level of update gap is going to be the norm from me for the foreseeable future, so sorry if ur somebody who is quite impatient (but also deal with it xo). here is unlucky chapter 13, and unfortunately it’s going to be quite unlucky for one of our girls. as always pls pls pls send love to aq or to my blog, i legit churned out the second half of this chapter within the space of 2 hours because 2 anons said they were patiently waiting for it so if u give me enough love u could have chapter 14 out by tomorrow! who knows! (but also probably not. but love u all anyway) xoxoxo
please note: this fic contains young adults often behaving in irresponsible/unadvisable ways with regards to alcohol, drugs and sex. if you are someone who feels as if they could be heavily influenced by fic and incorporate what happens in the plot into ur own life, pls steer clear!
summary: Brooke, Yvie and Nina are three flatmates who forged a friendship in their first year of university and picked up some other waifs and strays along the way. Now in their final year, there are feelings that need to be unravelled and confessions to be made whilst navigating drunk nights, hungover mornings, takeaways, group chats, library meetups, cafe gossiping, and the small matter of getting a degree.
last chapter: there were revelations and flirtations at Monet’s flat party, in which Vanessa met Monet’s flatmate Monique and Yvie told Scarlet that Brooke was having second thoughts.
this chapter: Brooke makes a decision.
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Brooke woke up and had one blissful, quiet moment of peace inside her head before she blinked, saw who was beside her and had every single feeling wash over her again like a huge tidal wave.
The sex had been incredible. It was always incredible, perhaps even more so since Brooke began having doubts as she grew annoyed at herself and tried to fuck away her frustrations, taking it out on Vanessa. Vanessa never had any complaints, she loved it as much as Brooke did, but this always presented a problem in the form of the intimacy afterwards- Vanessa curling up close to her and planting kisses on every possible inch of skin she could reach, bringing her cups of tea, basically treating Brooke as if she was Aphrodite incarnate. The more Vanessa clung to Brooke, the more Brooke’s brain fought to get away- and Brooke always said it was her brain and not her, because really her life would be so much easier if she could just commit to Vanessa the way she wanted to be committed to and settle the fuck down. Could she do that? Maybe one day, but certainly not now, and certainly not if she was thinking about other girls the way she was thinking about them- like when she saw Monet’s flatmate Cracker at that flat party they went to the other week and was completely taken in by her quick wit and tiny dress and the fact she was Vanessa’s physical opposite in every way (except maybe size). Still, Brooke supposed Vanessa gave as good as she got by flirting with that Monique girl, and Brooke’s skin prickled even as she thought about the girl’s dark, tattooed skin and perfect muscles and dazzling smile.
Come to think of it, she was the exact physical opposite of Brooke in every way too.
There was no feeling like the feeling of being suddenly second-best in the eyes of someone who Brooke had thought only had eyes for her, and when Brooke had taken Vanessa home they had fucked relentlessly, essentially not stopping until the sun came up. The irony of wanting Vanessa to know she was Brooke’s and only Brooke’s combined with the feeling of not wanting to make things official with her was not lost on Brooke. It was as if her internal chemistry was laughing at her.
The girl beside her stirred, and Brooke tried her best, as hard as she could, to stop the sinking feeling in her gut. Vanessa rolled over and pressed herself against Brooke, the skin on skin contact which she’d so desperately craved last night now so far away from what she wanted.
“G'mornin’, baby,” Vanessa growled in her half-asleep voice Brooke used to find adorable. Or did she ever? Brooke couldn’t remember.
“Hey. How’d you sleep?” Brooke asked amicably, Vanessa’s arms tightening around her much like the squeezing that she was currently feeling in her stomach.
“Not too good. I kinda had a shitty dream an’ I woke up in the night. But then you were with me, so it was all good,” Vanessa explained, lifting up Brooke’s arm and then resting it over her back.
“What was it about?”
Vanessa grew animated as she sat up. “So I dreamt that I owned this glassblowing shop with Scarlet.”
Brooke couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s weird.”
“I know, right? But I guess dreams never really make sense. Hey, there’s more, hoe!” Vanessa swatted her, a tiny bubble of affection rising through Brooke’s heart then popping. “So we had this order to make for this client, fuck knows who it was, and Scarlet’s making all hers, perfect an’ beautiful an’ flawless. And I keep tryin’ to make mine, but somethin’ ain’t working, they’re all comin’ out wrong or deformed- shit was scary, Brooke Lynn, like really spooky, terrifying shit- anyway, I finally get my order all ready and there’s seconds to go on the clock, bitch, like we have to get this order off to this client, and I’m rushin’ towards the van, but then-"
Vanessa paused and visibly shivered. Brooke couldn’t help but urge her for more, on tenterhooks in spite of herself.
"Somebody trips me up. And it ain’t Scarlet, I can see her at the van in front of me. All I know is all this glass crashes to the ground, and I fall flat on my face, and there’s bits of glass all in my skin and in my face and under my eyes. Shit was like Saw, it was fuckin’ scary.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Vanj. How did you not wake up screaming?” Brooke frowned, visibly concerned.
The other girl grew bashful. “I mean I did the whole big intake of breath thing when I woke up. I grabbed onto your arm somethin’ crazy, but you could sleep through the rapture, boo, you weren’t for waking up.”
“Damn. I’m sorry, girl, that’s terrifying,” Brooke sighed, unable to stop the furrow of her brow as she pulled Vanessa close in spite of all she was feeling.
“The strange thing was though,” Vanessa continued, Brooke unable to see her face as she rested her head against her chest. “When all the glass shattered into me, I felt it. It was like some weird physical pain. Even though it was a dream. Spooky, huh?”
“That is spooky,” Brooke nodded, intrigued by the whole thing. “All over?”
“No,” Vanessa pondered, realisation tingeing her voice. “Come to think of it, it felt like my chest. My ribcage breaking…or my heart.”
Something hollow and heavy sat itself inside Brooke’s stomach with a thump.
Vanessa slowly pulled herself away from Brooke and reached for the soft grey dressing gown on the floor at the side of her bed. “Anyway, I was glad when I woke up! You want coffee?”
Brooke stretched out, something cracking as sue rolled her foot. “Please. I’d come help you, although I’m not sure what I can wear.”
“I would offer you my stuff but I doubt it’d fit,” Vanessa mused, leaning against the doorframe.
“Mm. Because you’re so tiny.”
“Nah, because you’re obese,” Vanessa smiled lightly, Brooke not able to help herself bursting out into a laugh. She needed this Vanessa to be present more often. The Vanessa that told silly jokes and poked fun at her all the time. That was the Vanessa she’d spent the past two years pining for, but now that she finally had her she’d morphed into somebody else, a clingy, cringey memory of her former self.
“Dick. I’ll shove on my clothes from yesterday,” Brooke slid out of bed, reaching for her sweatpants and jumper. She’d only been at the library, it wasn’t as if she’d been out anywhere, but Vanessa had simply texted her three emojis- peach, devil and that ever-so-slightly-expectant-looking pair of eyes. Brooke shouldn’t have gone round, shouldn’t have encouraged her, but her body had betrayed her and she was in Vanessa’s bed within the hour because as much as her feelings towards Vanessa had shifted she still had the body of a goddess and it would have been rude for Brooke to refuse when it was basically being offered to her on a plate. Or through WhatsApp.
Brooke pulled on yesterday’s clothes as Vanessa made coffee in her kitchen. She knew she wouldn’t be staying long at Vanessa’s flat, as she had a lecture she had to get ready for and she wasn’t the kind of person to go to a lecture in last night’s clothing (that was First Year Brooke’s job) so would need to go back to her flat for clean clothes. Once Brooke was dressed she padded through to the kitchen, where she found Vanessa and Akeria talking quietly on the small sofa that had been shoved into a corner in lieu of a living room. They didn’t exactly stop abruptly when Brooke came in, but Brooke somehow knew they had been talking about her. Akeria was smiling up at her pleasantly, though, so it couldn’t have been anything too bad.
“Hey girl,” she greeted her, shuffling up on the sofa and tucking her legs up under herself to make room.
“Hey Kiki, how’re you?” Brooke asked as she sat down, Vanessa momentarily breaking up the conversation to let Brooke know her coffee was the one in the blue mug.
“Alright. I’ve got a tutorial in twenty minutes but I’m not sure I can be fucked goin’. Have to get that degree, though, you know how it is. Did you, uh…” Akeria stopped, flicked her eyes between Brooke and Vanessa and attempted to hold back a giggle. “…did you have a good night?”
“Keeks,” Vanessa rolled her eyes, hitting her on the leg with a couch cushion as Brooke almost choked on her coffee. Akeria laughed shamelessly beside her.
“Aw c'mon, I’m just fuckin’ with you! Although not in the way you two were fuckin’ with each other last night.”
“Great,” Brooke rolled her eyes, placing her cup back on the table. Still too hot.
“Is Silk up?” Vanessa asked, playing with a strand of her hair. Brooke winced, unsure if she could take the inevitable ear-splitting noise levels at this hour of the morning.
“Nah. She stayed over at some Tinder boys’ flat last night. Bitch is a riot.”
“Oh sweet, so the shower’s free?” Vanessa shifted off the kitchen counter, making for the door but stopping to give Brooke a kiss on the top of her head first. “I’ll be five minutes, baby.”
The door shut behind her leaving Brooke, Akeria, and the low hum of the refrigerator as the only things capable of making a sound. There was a pause of almost-silence, and then Akeria turned her body around to face Brooke, legs crossed, cradling her bowl of cereal and tilting her head with curiosity.
“So,” she began, but Brooke held out a hand to stop her.
“No,” she said. “No, no, no, no, no.”
Akeria let out a laugh. It made her seem sweet and trustworthy, and Brooke knew that she was both of those things when she wanted to be but she also knew that in this context, what this conversation was about to turn into, her trust lay with Vanjie. This conversation was a fact-finding mission, and Brooke wasn’t playing along.
“B, come on. You don’t even know what I was gonna say!”
“Okay,” Brooke raised both eyebrows at her from across the sofa, running her tongue across her teeth suspiciously. Deliberately articulating her words, she replied. “Shoot.”
“When are you gonna ask Vanjie to be your girlfriend.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Akeria,” Brooke cried, leaning back against the headboard and bringing both her hands up to her head, dragging them down slowly as if to peel the skin off her face. It would have probably been less painful than this conversation.
“What? Am I not allowed to ask?” Akeria frowned.
“No, that wasn’t an ask. That was a threat,” Brooke gave an uneasy laugh. Akeria did not reciprocate.
“Look, you been fuckin’ around for what, three months now? And it’s very cute and we all love to see it, but bitch, have you both even been on a proper date?"
Brooke felt her stomach clench. "Oh so what, she couldn’t be the one to ask me on a date? Because I’ve not been asked out anywhere either!”
Akeria rolled her eyes so hard Brooke momentarily worried for her optic nerve. “I mean come on, Brooke, this ain’t about you second guessin’ how much the girl absolutely fuckin’ adores you. Don’t tell me you don’t know how devoted she is.”
Brooke’s heart twisted as she remembered Vanessa’s words to her in the new bar the day they’d found out about the sweepstake. The softness to her voice, the rare quieting of her speech. The raw honesty her words had been thick with.
“Fuck, Brooke…I’m crazy about you.”
Akeria placed her bowl down on top of the table as if it were a judge’s gavel, taking Brooke’s silence as an answer. “Exactly, bitch. So what’s stopping you?”
Brooke avoided the question. “What’s she said to you?”
“Oh, Brooke, please,” Akeria let out a small sympathetic laugh. “We both know she’s told me and Silk every little fuckin’ detail of what’s goin’ on in that head of hers. I mean I know I could ask Nina and Yvie about what’s happening in yours, right?”
Brooke was silent, thinking about how little Yvie knew of the situation and how Nina knew even less. “I don’t really tell them much, to be honest. I feel like what happens in a relationship is between two people, not their whole fucking friendship group.”
“Well, we’re all very happy for you and your bottled-up emotions. But luckily for us, Vanjie is a normal, functioning human that expresses her feelings. And the very fact you’re having to ask me what she’s said says more about you than it does about her.”
Brooke was stung. “Jeez, Akeria, thanks for being a friend!”
Akeria looked at Brooke, unimpressed. “Bitch, you know it comes from a place of love! You know I love you to death, girl, but I know you won’t get upset when I say I love Vanjie more. I just don’t want you to fuck with her, Brooke, same as I wouldn’t want anyone fuckin’ with her. I gotta go to class.”
There was a small silence as Brooke cupped her hands around her mug and Akeria moved off the couch, the sting of heat around Brooke’s hands doing little to numb the emotions that swirled around her brain. “So what was the point of this conversation, Kiki? To make me feel like a human shit?”
“No,” Akeria sighed, pausing to lean against the doorframe and look up at the cracked paint on the ceiling. “I’m just sayin’…be honest with her. Tell her how you’re feeling.”
Brooke mirrored her sigh, shaking her head as she looked down at the floor. Akeria lingered, and when Brooke looked up she had a troubled frown on her face. “Even if it might not be what she wants to hear.”
With that, Akeria grabbed her bag and left, Brooke hearing the front door slamming shut behind her. She took a few minutes to sit in the silence, rubbing her temples and taking a few deep breaths.
This was bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad. What the fuck was Brooke doing? She couldn’t end things with Vanjie, of course she couldn’t. It would probably tear apart the entire friendship group, forcing everyone to pick a side and making their last few months of uni horrifically awkward. She would ruin everything.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed.
V: Heard Kiki leave
V: You wanna come join me in here 👀😈
Brooke flinched. Something about Vanessa’s texts had triggered her fight or flight impulse, and she found herself moving from the kitchen to the hallway, leaning on the bathroom door.
“Hey, V? I’m gonna have to go get ready for my lecture, I’ll see you in a bit, yeah?”
“Oh, okay,” Vanessa’s voice called out from the shower. “Yeah, no, of course! See you later, boo.”
Brooke dashed back into Vanessa’s room, scooped up her bag and didn’t even bother to zip it shut the full way before she was tearing out the door and into the bright, cold daylight. She began walking, but she didn’t really know where to. She was headed in the direction of her flat, but she didn’t really want to go back there. She had to fix this entire mess somehow, but there seemed to be too many thoughts filling her mind for anything to become clear.
Brooke felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She cursed herself for the one sentence that seemed to repeat itself over and over again as she opened her phone.
Please don’t be Vanessa Please don’t be Vanessa Pleasedon'tbeVanessa
She looked at the notification.
P: hey girrrrrl!! i just finished at the gym do u want to grab brunch before the lecture??
In that moment, Brooke knew instantly that Plastique was just going to have to be the one she vented to; she was in the right place at the right time and she was going to hear all of Brooke’s trials and tribulations whether she liked it or not.
B: Absolutely yes but can I get a favour
B: Can we not go to Liezen
B: Like can we go somewhere that absolutely fucking nobody goes
P: girl what is this totally spies
P: we could go Himalaya but it’s not very cute xo
B: That’s perfect. Say 10 minutes?
P: see ya there James Bond
Brooke began to hurry towards town. She was grateful for the guaranteed anonymity of the totally random café that they’d picked, as she couldn’t risk running into one of their friends in their favourite place. She was in yesterday’s clothes, she no doubt smelt horrendous, and she hadn’t so much as sprayed herself with deodorant that morning, but Brooke couldn’t even think about any of that. All she wanted was for everything to go back to normal, and Plastique would help her do that.
Brooke eventually reached the cafe and spotted Plastique instantly. She was glad she’d chosen a far away table at the back and not a window seat, and she all but threw herself into the seat opposite her. Plastique gave her a little glance up and down.
“Jesus, Brooke, you look like shit.”
Brooke glanced at her friend decked out in her Gymshark patterned leggings, an impossibly tiny gym top to warrant being worn in late January, and her perfect, sleek ponytail. Everyone would look like shit compared to Plastique. “Yeah, well I feel like shit too.”
“Huh. Were you out last night?” Plastique frowned, pouring a little from the teapot to the cup that sat in front of her.
“I want to break up with Vanessa,” Brooke found herself blurting out, unable to make small talk any longer. Plastique paused, blinked at her a moment, and reached for her jug of milk.
“Well you were never together in the first place, so breaking up’s going to be a bit of a challenge,” she deadpanned, causing Brooke to roll her eyes.
“Plastique, I’m serious! The whole thing is a fucking nightmare, I don’t know what to do.”
“Okay, okay, okay, wait. Pause. Stop. Take a deep breath, go order a coffee and some fucking…eggs royale or something, and then come back and we can talk it all out,” Plastique ordered her. Brooke obeyed, heading up to the till and ordering some food and a drink. It was helpful to hear Plastique giving her instructions and telling her what to do, considering that Brooke felt she had very little direction in any area of her life. She wandered back to the table in a daze.
“I have no idea what the fuck I just ordered.”
Plastique took a sip of her tea. “You straight-up look like a rabbit in headlights, ma. What the hell happened? Last time I looked I thought you and Vanj were fine.”
“We were fine! We were. And then…fuck, I don’t even know what happened. Nothing happened. We went home for the holidays and it was fine for a while- endless fucking phone sex and dirty pictures but then when it came to the stuff like "I miss you”, “I can’t wait to see you again”, I started to freak out and I don’t know why,“ Brooke sighed, jumping a little as she got an orange juice placed down in front of her.
"Okay, first off- get it girl,” Plastique began, Brooke rolling her eyes at her. “Second of all…so you’ve been feeling like this about her for like. A month?”
“Well basically, yeah.”
Plastique scrunched up her face and sucked a lot of air in between her teeth. “Ooh, honey. That’s not good.”
“Oh well thanks Plastique, that’s fucking news to me,” Brooke spat out, annoyed.
“Well, you know it’s bad. So why haven’t you said anything to her?” Plastique asked, Brooke not missing the way she drummed her fingers against her cup.
“Because telling someone you’ve changed your mind about how you feel is scary and it’ll hurt them?”
“Well newsflash, baby. That’s life. Vanessa’s out there expecting you to ask her to be her girlfriend, probably, and the longer you drag this out, the more hurt she’ll get. And what’re you gonna say to her if she asks how long you’ve been feeling like this? Oh, I’ve only been wasting your time for a month.”
Brooke scowled at her friend. “You know, you’re really making me feel worse instead of better.”
“Well what do you want me to say! You want me to say aww, no Brooke, don’t worry! Vanessa will be fine, she’ll be totally chill about the fact you don’t want to be with her. You can go back to normal with her within the space of two to three working days. You want me to say that to you?”
Brooke rubbed at her temples, resting her elbows on top of the table. “This is a fucking shitshow.”
“Hey, girl, I’m sorry,” Plastique softened, reaching for her arm and rubbing it gently with her thumb. “It’s not your fault. Feelings change, and I get that it’s hard to be honest with someone about them. You ever heard of the ick?”
Brooke paused from her mini-massage. “The what?”
“The ick. It’s like, a really common thing. Loads of people get it. When you’re in the early stages of dating somebody, and everything seems to be going well and it’s all good and then suddenly out of nowhere you find yourself cringing at stuff you used to find cute, or being repulsed by shit you used to like.”
“Oh my God. That’s exactly it. That’s exactly what it’s like,” Brooke gasped, realisation dawning on her. Reflecting on Plastique’s words, she furrowed her brows a little. “Although I’m not repulsed. That’s mean. I don’t find Vanessa repulsive, it’s just…I don’t want to be all cute and coupley with her.”
There was a lull of silence as the girls’ food was placed in front of them. It turned out Brooke had ordered pancakes with berries and yogurt. She already knew she’d manage about two bites out of them.
“So wait,” Plastique frowned a little as she cut into one of her poached eggs. “You don’t want to be coupley with her. What does that mean?”
“Well, you know…” Brooke blushed a little. “She’s still totally fucking gorgeous, and the sex is amazing-”
“Brooke, no. Stop. I forbid you to finish this sentence,” Plastique cut in, horrified.
“What?!”
“You’re really going to break Vanessa’s heart and then ask if you can be friends with benefits all in the same breath? Girl. You’re fucking trash if you do that.”
Brooke sighed, cutting a slice out of her pancake and feeling somehow as if she was slicing into Vanessa’s heart.
“You want things all your own way, which, fine. I get that, we all do. It’s natural. But you have to accept that Vanessa is going to be severely fucking cut up about this whole thing. I mean it’s been what, two months?”
“Three,” Brooke sighed despairingly.
“Three months,” Plastique shook her head slightly. “You can get pretty fucking attached to someone in three months.”
“Okay fine. No more sex with Vanessa,” Brooke tore a hand through her hair. “God, I’m a living shit, aren’t I? I am a fucking living shit. I’ve got her hopes up, I’m about to shatter them, and I’m still trying to be selfish about the whole thing. I am the fucking worst person alive.”
“You’re not,” Plastique smiled sympathetically. “You’re a human. We’re all shit. We’re killing the planet. That’s worse than wanting to fuck but not wanting to date.”
Brooke appreciated Plastique’s words but she still felt as if she was a rotting piece of fruit, her insides collapsing in on themselves, her body failing at just how horrific a person she was being. “So what do I do?”
“You need to tell her today."
Brooke exhaled loudly. "You’re right. If I ask her to meet up now, will you help me with what to write?”
Plastique chewed on her food and looked up at the ceiling, deep in thought. “Just keep it short and inconspicuous. Can we talk is too telling and it’s unfair, she’ll be fretting about it until you arrive. But then you can’t give away too much because then you’ve basically told her it all by text.”
“What about just Can we meet? Then there’s not really much to say,” Brooke suggested, her hands shaking as she brought out her phone. Plastique nodded in agreement, and Brooke was typing out the text before she knew it.
B: Hey can I meet you at your flat soon?
B: Like within the hour
V: Sure baby! Come round whenever! All ok??
“Shit. She’s asked if everything’s okay. What do I say?” Brooke asked, panicking. Plastique frowned.
“How about just saying everything’s fine but you just want a chat? Chat sounds better than talk,” she reasoned, Brooke inhaling shakily and typing out a response.
B: I’ll be there in 20 mins or so
B: Just want to chat
“It’s done. I’ve sent it. Fuck fuck fuck, what have I done?”
“You’ve done what’s best for you. And what’s best for Vanessa, too. If you weren’t right, you weren’t right. She won’t be able to see that just now, but it’s for the best in the long run.”
Brooke cut off another bit of her pancake, then neglected to eat it. She sighed and anxiously felt herself tap her foot against the floor. “What’s going to happen to the friendship group, Plastique?”
“Absolutely shit all will happen to the friendship group, and if it does then these girls are not the bitches I know and love. Silky will be raging at you for about a week and then get over it. Akeria will just drag Vanessa on about a million nights out and will probably rub a couple of rebounds in your face. You know that Nina and Yvie will back you up if it comes down to it. Scarlet will be understanding and sweet because she’s an angel that fell to earth,” Plastique sipped from her tea and made a face, her drink clearly having gone cold. “And I’ll hate you until I die, but you knew that anyway.”
Brooke gave a half-hearted laugh. “It’s going to be so fucking awkward for ages.”
“It won’t. Well, maybe a little. But we’re still all friends. And you and Vanjie will eventually go back to normal too, you just have to stick it out.”
Feeling the tiniest bit of optimism amongst the sheer blackness of her heart, Brooke took a bite of her food. The immediate churning of her stomach rendered this a bad idea. Brooke was hit with the overwhelming need to change the subject. “I feel like this lecture is not happening for me. I’ll go and see Vanessa and then stew in my own self-hatred at home for a bit. How’s your essay going?”
“Like someone poured a bucket of shit directly into Microsoft Word, put it on my USB stick and named it "Textiles 4- Final Essay”,“ Plastique grumbled, finishing her food. "I’ll sign you in if there’s a register.”
“Thanks,” Brooke said gratefully. “How’re you and Ariel?”
“We’re chill. I think I might ask her on a date this week,” Plastique said casually, Brooke almost choking on air.
“When the hell did you come to this decision, bitch, and why wasn’t I told?!”
“I mean it’s just chill! But I don’t know. We’ve been fucking for a while and I really like her. She’s not brought anyone else back to the flat in months so I think it’s like a hint,” Plastique laughed bashfully. It was amusing to see her normally so self-assured, poised friend even the slightest hint of shy.
“God, look at you about to start a budding relationship as mine’s about to die,” Brooke quipped dryly. Plastique shrugged.
“One in, one out.”
“What?”
“That rule about babies being born and old people dying. One in, one out. I think it must be the same for relationships,” Plastique pondered. She looked at Brooke intently, then her face softened into a smile. “Listen, I can see you’re absolutely shit scared. Go and talk to Vanjie and just do it. I’ll get your lunch.”
“Are you sure?” Brooke asked weakly, not really meaning it as she was dying to get away and get the whole thing over with. “I’ll transfer you.”
“I’m not some broke bitch, ma, I don’t need your money! Just go. Good luck. Text me and let me know how it goes. I love you,” Plastique reeled off, as Brooke scrambled with her coat and bag.
“Thanks. Love you too,” she muttered, giving her friend a quick hug and already breaking into a sweat as she left the cafe and made her way over to Vanessa’s flat. Her chest was tight and she could feel her heart beating inside it, faster than it had ever gone before. With a pang she remembered how quickly it had thrummed when she’d kissed Vanessa for the first time, when everything had seemed as simple as kissing a beautiful girl and telling her how she felt and becoming girlfriends and settling down and getting married, probably. Brooke’s legs seemed to be moving quicker than she’d thought possible, and before she knew it she was at the bottom of Antigua Road. Her palms were slick with sweat and Brooke was convinced she was about to vomit. She willed herself to slow down as she approached Vanessa’s door, but somehow her body knew it was best to get things over with. Plastique was right. She needed to tell her today, rip the plaster off. As Brooke reached Vanessa’s door and pressed one finger on the buzzer, her heart gave an almighty jolt as one singular thought blinded her mind like a flash.
Jesus Christ this is actually about to happen.
There were a few moments between the buzzer being pressed and the front door clicking open where Brooke thought everything would be better if she just fled, but she seemed to be frozen to the spot. Nevertheless, Vanessa’s voice came crackling through the intercom and Brooke was buzzed in. She took the steps one at a time instead of her usual two, and her heart dropped as she saw Vanessa standing at her front door waiting, all clean and pretty in black leggings and a huge oversized orange jumper with the sleeves pulled over her hands.
“Hey, boo,” she greeted her, Brooke smiling weakly and giving her a hug, attempting to make things look normal. “Come through, I was just doing some work.”
Brooke followed Vanessa through to her bedroom, the bed all tidy and made and showing no evidence of the fact they’d both lain in it just hours previously, everything seeming so different then and yet not really. Brooke perched on the side of the bed and Vanessa sat at the top. She moved her laptop down to the end of her bed, crossed her legs, and fixed Brooke with a bright smile.
“So,” she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “What did you want to talk about?”
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