#this is my TK! go poke him I love writing him he is so good and splendid. 10/10
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Some Jkk are too scared to be serious, but this is how I felt ever since Jk went live and reacted to Jimin after he replied Me too on Jimin's miss you post. So one could say cool, he misses Jimin and he's promoting his solo work like a friend and bandmate would. HOWEVER, that is not what JK did. He turned it up a notch and PURPOSELY blushed, giggled, kicked his feet, stared with heart eyes, gushed and listened to love songs in between switching videos. This to me, is flat out OTT baiting if he doesn't feel some type of way about Jimin, cause he purposely acted that way knowing the camera was on him. I have had Jkk tell me its not baiting, right, if he's in love its not, but if not, to me it was suggestive in his actions, meant to get a reaction to him and Jimin and it worked and only he knows why. Even worse would be if he he's not queer but knows Jimin is and how Jimin use to feel about him and did that. I don't believe this though. I believe Jk is queer and I think the man is in love with jimin. That said, Locals were even talking about that live. Not to mention it dropped during Jk's CK clip/ambassador announcement. So they were trending with 250,000 or more tweets cause of that ad on top of his Jimin live. Ever since then I have been observing Jikook too and then JK kept coming on and doing it. Kept bringing up Jimin, even their past trip. I also look at the timing, when JK's new hang out buddy Tae was busy with his girlfriend Jennie everytime she came back from tour and Tae would go MIA. I just hope it wasn't a case of Jk just looking for company cause he was lonely cause he got ditched by his older bro for his girlfriend. TK would be hanging out while Jennie was gone, but then Jk would always show he was alone when Jennie came back. Maybe its why Jimin kept turning Jk down. Maybe he knew it. Who knows at this point. One thing I learned is Tae is proof you can bait fans into thinking you are dating your bandmate by being over the top clinging and namedropping every 5 seconds, while you have an entire secret girlfriend for 2 years no one knew about til a hacker got angry. Look at festa dinner. His clinginess to Jk had tkk declaring they were married and 3 days later he was caught with jennie in Jeju and confirmed by her leaked pics. A whole mess. I would have left town if I were a tkk and never looked back. What a slap in the mouth (deserved tho, they definitely deserved that slap to reality). I just don't ever want to see this with jikook and it turn out to be the case. I might throw up.
He's leading Jimin on??????
Funny how I used to think Jimin was the one leading him on 😂
"It's worse if he's not queer and he acts like that knowing hoe Jimin feels about him."
I think the same and actually used to say the same thing since day one of their ship inception but in reverse order I guess.
Can you DM me? I would like to go back and forth on this with you. I don't enjoy writing lengthy blogs at this point in my life.
Here's JKs profile
Shy teenage boy thrust into the midst of boys he older boys he respects and admires. He's still trying to figure out what romantic feelings are, what he finds attractive, sexually provocative, and what his sexuality is.
Here comes a hyung closer in age to him that looks- androgynous, is good with expressing himself, isn't shy to speak out and perform infront of everyone. At night he's nice to cozy up to and snuggle- and sometimes they do that naked.
It feels good but he's not sure what it is he's feeling. He just knows they spend a lot of late nights doing nothing in particular and he enjoys it. They have a lot in common, and he's emotionally supportive and creates space around him for him to be himself.
He's falling but he doesn't know it yet.
Then there's the hyung in particular, goofy as fuck messing with things he doesn't understand. He's tempting faith and he doesn't know it. Each time he pokes at this younger Maknae thinking he's in control he's not. Now he's acting a fool pretending he's on top of things. But when he pretends kisses him, he looses his balance. His heart is beating in his chest faster than he can handle.
But he's stubborn. He's not in love and it's not even a crush. Yet he can't stay away either. He can't stop. The teasing back and forth, the push and pull is getting to him. Now doesn't feel like joke when he's being teased back. Now it feels like micro rejection and he stuck wondering why this younger friend keeps pushing away. He wants to be close.
They both dancing around naked fires.
The little boy is getting a hang of it. He's sure he's not into girls. He's sure there's something between him and his beautiful hyung. He's recklessly falling and he's not afraid to fall. He's ready to quit. He can be a dancer. He doesn't have to sing. He doesn't have to be in a band. He doesn't have to hide who he is.
The hyung on the other hand, this his dream. He's worked hard to be here. He works even harder than any one else just to be on the team. He can't risk it. He's not impulsive, he's not young and stupid. He's a hyung. People have expectations of him and he can't let any one down.
He writes it on his ribs- nevermind. But it's easier said than than. He's falling and this is the moment of his youth. It's epic. But he's worried the curtains will eventually fall and they'd have to face reality.
To the best of my knowledge this is Jikook.
Do you see where in this narrative of mine Jungkook is the one stringing Jimin along??
It's always been Jimin with the ball in his court really😩
I'm gonna shed a few tears, I'll come back and read the rest of your post- can you break it into two asks so it's easier for me to respond to the 2nd part separately?
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Hihi, may I request Solomon & Barbatos hcs for if you tell them you’re part of the tk community? (preferably as a lee but up to you ^^ ) I love your hcs dhshjsbssksm
If you’re not interested though I totally get it ^^ have a nice day :DD
YESSSSS OF COURSE
and you might be aware of this but I also did hcs for the seven brothers for this on my previous blog (linked here and here)
I’m going to expand your request to do the rest of the dateables :3
How the Dateables would React to you Being in the Community
Solomon
you already know he is going to be so smug
I have a fic planned out for this sorcerer along the lines of this heheheeee
Now that he knows he can test potions out on you? He will add more tickle ones to the mix
And of course, he has to teach you tickle spells as his apprentice in nightbringer
He will totally embarrass you in front of the brothers and during class
Loves to hold it over your head
“I’ll tickle you if you don’t. Oh wait! You wouldn’t mind that, would you? Treat it as an incentive, hm?”
will make you ask
Hes not one to give gentle or soft tickles unless you ask for them
Prefers to wreck you
I can see him being a lee? But not for long
if you want to tickle him you have to catch him in a good mood
You’re getting got either way but he will be less mean
Barbatos
ohohoho
now this one is interesting :)
you see barbatos has an interesting little power that allows him to see and transport himself into different timelines
Which I think is very interesting hmmm yes
And through extensive talking with a certain someone I love to bully (you know who you are)
I think he would use this to his advantage
you see
He sees many outcomes of situations
One day when diavolo and you get in a tickle fight at the castle and he is quietly observing
he sees avenues of the future, many of which include you not telling him to stop, and one where you tell him that you don’t mind the tickles, you actually like them
this puts a smile on his face, the sweet human just got even sweeter
but he’ll keep this to himself for now
Until you two are alone, perhaps strolling through the gardens or having afternoon tea
he won’t talk to you about it, just teasingly poke you or run his tail up your spine while you’re sitting next to him
And when you finally tell him
“I already know, MC, no need to be embarrased”
also there is definitely some freaking dungeon in the castle, if ever you are in the mood for intense tks (but you won’t have to tell him, he’ll just know :3)
and so the rest of the devildom won’t hear you cackling
because barbatos loves to keep you all to himself, his precious little human <3
Diavolo
“Oh my god, you too?”
listen
he’s so touch starved okay
like
Everyone is always either intimidated, afraid, or think they aren’t on the same level as him
And he didn’t have the most caring childhood
his closest friends are barbatos and lucifer, and he practically has to force lucifer to call him by his first name
so when you come around? All smiles and hugs and affection
He can’t get enough
And one day you are having a sleepover and a tickle fight turns one sided and you aren’t fighting back
he’s just tickling your favorite spot with one hand and you’re dying and melting on the floor
and he lets up, but you don’t exactly want him to
and his heart breaks because you are just the cutest little thing in the universe and he’s so lucky you were the one that he picked for the exchange program and-
he gives you the biggest hug and gives you gentle tickles, right before you pinch his hips and get him back
and he loves it just as much as you do
Simeon
SWITCH CODED
OML
personally I see lee leaning switch
But he is a surprisingly good ler
Has had lots of practice with his brothers
and you cannot tell me
His little outfit
with his hips exposed
solomon and luke take advantage of that so much
also writing a fic ab him because he’s so CUTE
he is LITERALLY an angel his laugh is so pretty
when you get ler moods
and he sees that little look in your eye and your fingers twitch
he gets the dumbest grin on his face and bolts
he is so fun to tickle you cannot change my mind and he lets you do it because you love it so much
sorry brainrot ahem
as a ler he finds it absolutely adorable that you love being tickled
so teasy
but in the kindest way possible
sooooooooooo many compliments
“You’re doing so good! Can you handle it if I get youuuuuu here? What sweet sounds! You must be having so much fun, Angel!”
and also he gives you lots of cuddles and hugs after of course
#bee writes#honey#buzz#sfw tickles#sfw tickle community#obey me fluff#obey me tickles#ler!simeon#lee!simeon#ler!diavolo#lee!diavolo#ler!barbatos#ler!solomon#anon ask
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hi it’s me again! hope you’re well!
so, i think this is gonna be a bit rambly before we get to the good stuff, but basically i’m a crocheter. i make plushies and it takes up the part of my life where im not writing or adulting, but because i like to force my interests onto my favorite fictional characters, i made skye one too. BUT because i simply cannot stop there, tk is learning too (i think that’s already been mentioned but if not oops spoiler) so im here with this (long) snippet:
“Babe?” TK calls. He waits a beat, trying again to get the hook to pull the yarn through. He gets it, but when he pulls, it slides off of the hook, and he lets out a loud curse. “Babe!” he calls louder. “Carlos, I need you!”
He hears footsteps from upstairs, and he frowns to himself. He thought Carlos was in the kitchen getting a drink whilst he suffered through trying to understand the instructions and get the goddamn yarn to cooperate, but he sees him poke his head around the corner of the doorframe, smiling.
“I’m here, babe, what’s going on?”
TK tries again to get the yarn to cooperate, but it does the same thing it’s done every single time, so he announces, “I can’t do it.”
it’s not an important part of the fic at all (then again, hardly any of it is important) but i hope you enjoy the image of tk’s overdramatic ass and carlos thinking something is wrong. happy wednesday! <3
HI!! I saw the notification and made myself sit and finish all my work before I could read it so that at least something would motivate me. It worked!
DUDE (gender-neutral)YOU CROCHET?? That's so cool!! And plushies! You are one talented individual and that's awesome! Wait I must ask, did you make a bee one that you had Skye give to TK?? Also dgdhhdhd I understand giving fictional characters your own traits very well. My OCs who live in my head are very good examples of that... It was mentioned that TK is learning! Very excited to see what he ends up making
ahhfjfjfh TK 😂. Although to be fair crochet sounds super hard and I have nothing but respect for you and Skye. TK YOU'LL LEARN TOO I'M SURE!! I can picture Carlos poking his head in with a smile so clearly and my heart is MELTING! My pookie 🥺😭. TK's so cute with his "I can't do it" ngl I was imagining him pouting here and it makes the mental image in my head so much sweeter. He's so???? 😭😭. Also, TK you're already doing it by trying! You'll get there I know you will🩷
Listen, learning new things can be hard and we all need to whine and bitch about it a little during the process a little. That's half the fun of it! I love that TK has Carlos for that 😂. Have a great rest of your week and thank you 🩷🩷
Cute sticker I found
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I struggle writing for like the mainstream version of “lee!”, but I literaly can’t get this hc out of my head so I figured maybe I could shout it at you and you could enjoy it or ignore it or whatever. You wanna do. So like…lee!George, lee!Sapnap, and ler!Dream.
Sapnap and George going to Dream for tickles, but both their styles of tickling that works for them/what they like is wildly different.
So Dream has both of them down and he’s going back and forth tickling his two best friends. With all the knowledge in the world to what exactly makes each of them tick.
Sapnap is all soft. Light little squeezes, finger fluttering, soft kissys everywhere…soft soft soft. He is an absolute puddle of squeaks and giggles.
Then there’s George. He’s getting it rough and mean. Red-faced, screaming, dying. Dream rubs his knuckles into his ribs and kneads his hips, shakes him by his sides, he flops and squirms in vain. Completely hysterical.
The duality of Dream Team or something.
Maybe maybe George and Sapnap can’t help but tease each other during it and it only flusters them further.
“Such a wimp!”
“You’re a maniac!”
…..u have opened up something within me oh my gOsh.
okay so the trope of lees asking lers for tks is so insanely flustering and GOOD!!!!!! i love this trope sm, bc the lees get so flustered and nervy and embarrassed and the ler either immediately knows, pretends they don’t, or are truly clueless (which in my opinion is the most flustering bc then u actually have to explain)
so george and sap going to ask dream for tks ): ): ): oh my gosh, they’re the sweetest lil things ever. and sometimes dream likes to pretend or tease them and really make them work for it, but the two are being so adorable he can’t help but immediately go soft and cave for them ):
your concept about sap loving soft tks and george loving rough tks????? it is LITERALLY the exact thing i hc!!!!!!! i think they do love both but they definitely have those preferences. and normally when people write dream getting them both it’s kind of around the same thing going on for both people, BUT!!!!! but but but!!!!!! the idea of dream doing specific tks for each boy is just!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
with sap he takes his time, gliding fingertips up and down strong shoulders and muscled arms. he drags his nails along saps tummy and sides just to hear him erupt with raspy giggles. he gently squeezes his thighs and knees, and makes sure that he doesn’t forget to give a few lighter pokes to sapnaps hipbones. dream would be so careful and delicate with saps feet and ankles, knowing how incredibly sensitive they were. the whole time just so so soft and gentle and kind. sapnap is giggling and squealing the whole time, dream just giggling along with him
with george???? oh my poor angel kitty baby. that poor little doofus. he is so screwed, isn’t he? he loves the tks to be rougher and dream knows this. and he can’t tell if he loves or hates that dream knows. so he’s cackling and wailing when dream knuckles into his ribs. he squeezes his eyes shut so hard that tears begin to stain his cheeks when dream decided to squeeze at the back of his thighs. dream holds his arms up above his head and wiggles tkly fingers into the hollows of his armpits with purpose. george prefers getting absolutely destroyed. he loves the playfulness of the banter and the games and the tks
and you are absolutely correct about them teasing each other. george would be absolutely ruthless in his teasing when dream was tkling sap. he’d be cooing at him and calling him a baby and just teasing him for how sensitive he was. and george, being the actual baby, all the sudden can’t handle when sapnap turns around and does the same exactly thing while george is being wrecked. they’re both messes and at the end dream decides to give them both fluttery side tks to tire them out completely
(george and sapnap obviously decide that even though the asked for the tks, there should be some revenge planned 😈)
(expanded on this idea here!)
#lee!george#lee!sapnap#ler!dream#wishitweresummer#asks#oh my GOSH#this concept??????? YES#big yes#i got butterflies when i read through it oh my gosh#thank you sm for blessing my ask box with this omg#mushie concepts / hcs#mcyt tickle#i could write so much more#maybe i will 👀
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hii your blog just got recommended to me and i thought i'd check it out
first of all happy belated birthday, you're really gorgeous!! 💛
second i'd like to send in a request if that's fine with you; would you write for haikyuu with lee kuroo and ler bokuto where kuroo provokes a tickle fight which bokuto absolutely wins? if not that's totally fine ofc, have a lovely day! 💛💛
Ohoo it is on brother
A/n: Thankyouu soo much and ooooh I was recommended to you 🤭 very much appreciated and I hope you have a good day aswell✨✨ (you guys/gals I take tk rq as long as they’re open and sfw😭😭)
TW// Lee mood kuroo (and me🥲)
PLATONIC‼️ bc idk if you had wanted it romantically or not (hehe bromantically)
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Bokuto and Kuroo were currently chilling together on Kenma’s couch. Where are their setters you may ask they went to go run some errands. And left the two because they can not be trusted in public together.
Kuroo in this sucky predicament he was in a lee mood and bokuto Isn’t the best at pick up hints and asking to be tickled is definitely not an option. So….provoking him? Eh it’s kinda the only option left.
“Hehehey don’t poke me” bokuto flinched as he looked over at kuroo. “Huh dude what’re you talking about both of my hands are on my phone” kuroo lied. “Yeah okay” bokuto squinted his eyes at him before unpausing his game.
‘He squinted at me good sign working slowly towards the goal’
“Duhude quihit what’s your deal rooster” bokuto gripped his side looking down at kuroo. “I genuinely don’t know what your talking about” kuroo looked at him confused. “Yeah okay mister” Bokuto chuckled this time keeping an eye on him.
He unpaused his game acting like he was playing it but was really watching kuroo waiting for him to poke him again. Kuroo waited a bit he looked up and seen him looking at the Tv screen and reached out to poke his side again.
“HA I caught you red frickin handed dude what’s up your being more touchy than usual not that it bothers me or anything it’s just odd” Bokuto grabbed kuroo’s wrist smiling in confusion. ‘I think he might’ve caught me… wait this bokuto we’re talking about he’ll end up thinking it’s something else’
“Wait a minute are you trying to start a tickle fight with me?” Bokuto slowly let go of kuroo wrist.
‘Knew it’
“Dude what no I’m not” kuroo lied totally was believable’.
“Ohoo it is on brother prepared to get wrecked” bokuto rolled up his sleeves before he leaped on top of kuroo who was trying to “get away”. “
Cohome ohon Bo” kuroo anticipation giggles started getting the best of him. “Dude I haven’t even done anything yet” bokuto chuckled.
‘OH MY LORD CAN HE PLEASE JUST GET ON WITH IT ALREADY ANTICIPATION IS STARTING TO GET THE BEST OF ME’.
Bokuto began tickling at his sides kuroo gripping onto his wrists “trying” to push his hands away.
“Bohoho nohoho ahahaha” kuroo giggled. “No this is what you get for poking me and tickling me earlier”bokuto reminded.
Kuroo began tickling bokuto’s sides due to his cheeky personality and plus why not.
“Hehehey thihis punishment is for yohohou nohot mehe” bokuto laughed as he jerked from side to side.
“oho Noho yohou dohon’t” bokuto says as he feels kuroo’s hands move up to his ribs.
“Whahat ya gonnahahaha doho abohout ihit” kuroo provoking bokuto even more.
“You cohocky hair for brahahains imma doho this” bokuto immediately shove both hand under kuroo’s armpits.
“NOHOHO BOHOHO THAHAHAT’S NAHAHAHAT FAHAHAIR” kuroo cackled as lunged his head back like that was gonna do something.
“Coochie coochie coo~” bokuto teased him verbally and physically.
“NAHAHA STAHAHAP TEASIHIHING MEHEHE”
“Hmmmm no tell me kuroo does it tickle more when I tickle fast or slow” bokuto asked. “ITS BAHAHAD FAHAHAST”
“Good to know” bokuto kept that intel for future reference.
“YOHOHOU JEHEHERK” kuroo “accidentally” insulted him.
“Ok rude I was going slow but just for that I’m going to wiggle my finger so fast you laughter will lag” bokuto jokingly pouted.
“WAHAHAIT IHI TAHAKE IHIT BAHACK”
“Too fricken late” was the las that Bokuto said before cracking his knuckles and no joke he scribbled HELLA fast it was brutal for kuroo.
“OHOHOKAHAHAHAY OHOHOKAHAHAHAY KOTAROHOHO GIVEHEHEH I GIVEHEHEHE” Kuroo pleaded tapping on bokuto’s arm.
“AWWWWW YEAH BA-BEEEYY BOKUTO TAKES THE WIN” Bokuto shouts.
“Wehell played my ohowl friend I shall seehek revenge” was kuroo’s last words before dropping his head into the pillow that was on the ground.
“Should we—“ Akaashi was about to ask.
“No leave the two weirdos like this it’s kinda entertaining” Kenma slightly smiles.
#kiara answers#kiara writes#tickle fic#tickle drabble#anime tickling#haikyuu tickling#haikyuu tickle#haikyuu tickles#lee!kuroo#Ler!kuroo#lee!bokuto#Ler!bokuto#akaashi#kenma#myreygn
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Just found your blog based on your new fic, which I loved! I was most excited by the medical accuracy knowledge. Do you have any old posts or thoughts about the medical accuracy for Danger Magnet Strand’s NDEs? I know the show is A Bit Not Good with that. I can’t find anything useful on recovery from severe hypothermia and it is driving me nuts.
I could literally write a dissertation on how terrible the medicine in this show is, but I will do my utmost to keep from doing that. Everyone at work makes fun of me, but I fell in love with these damn characters.
The shooting drives me absolutely crazy. “Well, it missed the subclavian artery, so he’s fine!” No. Absolutely not. He would at the very LEAST need physical therapy. It’s his shoulder! Do you know how much is happening up there??? Here have a picture... (under the cut because I am long winded)
TK would’ve come in as a trauma alert GSW to the chest. His chest!!! And he’s back at work in 10 days??? No!
I’m assuming they had him in a coma as a result of hypovolemic shock? I don’t know. It remains unclear. But that boy literally only had a nasal cannula the whole time? At the MINIMUM he would’ve come out of surgery with the following:
Art line
Central line
Temp sensing foley
NG/OG tube
AT THE MINIMUM 1 chest tube. Probs more tbh.
But I digress. You’re here for severe hypothermia. And boy do I have some THOUGHTS on this.
First of all, ECMO started in the back of a rig??? No, fucking way.
But this is supposed to be about TK, so…
You’re telling me this kid ran naked out into negative degree temperatures and rolled around on the frozen ground and there wasn’t any frostbite? Ha!
Let’s start from the beginning. So the call to the ER for TK would be traumatic arrest with ROSC achieved in the field. He should be intubated before he arrived, but this show doesn’t care about intubation. So let’s say they bag him all the way to the hospital.
When he arrives in the ER he’d be taken to the trauma room and 8 million things would happen at once. The first thing would be intubation. If a patient is intubated they need (at the very minimum) the following:
Sedation and paralytic medications
Central line
Art line
Temp sensing foley
OG tube
Because of the severe hypothermia his temperature would be monitored with a nifty esophageal thermometer. While the temp sensing foley gives bladder temp it’s behind until he’s warmed up enough.
He would also get warm IV fluids and peritoneal lavage, which is where we poke a hole in your tummy and introduce warm fluid that way. He’d also get the bair hugger which is a fun little plastic blanket type thing that inflates with warm air. (We break out the machine on night shift and put it at the nurses station. Best thing ever invented.)
Labs would be drawn and be all over the place because ice blood!! We’d probably be able to get him up to an ICU bed in an hour or two. I’d say he’d be a 1:1 for whatever ICU nurse gets him just because with all the monitoring for the first few hours it’s be impossible to get out of that room. If the nurse was 1:2 with a patient like TK the other patient would (re: should) be an easier patient. But in this post COVID world that ain’t happening. 😂
Recovery would be a verrrrrrry long road. With concern for arrhythmias and hypoxic brain injury and muscle atrophy. And then just soooo many other things. And the reason you can’t find anything useful is probably because TK would’ve died in the real world. Not a lot of people come back from that.
So this got away from me. I’m sorry. Here have some links.
This is a great article about hypothermia
And here’s a video of an actual hypothermic patient being treated in the ER so you can see all of the equipment that would be needed.
Obviously, I love to talk medicine. My inbox is always open for this. Just be prepared for me to go overboard. Sorry.
No idea if this helps or not. 🤷♀️
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Hii! Would you mind writing a fic with lee ren zotto and ler uki? hehe both of them are my favorite vtuber, and the actually interact a lot and even make collabs. Have a nice day btw!
A challenge spins to a cute interaction?
A supa dono asked Uki if he could tickle Ren, and it was a very adorable atmosphere with the two. Sonny, Alban, Luca and Ike also appear✨🌌
This is a tickle fic of it isn't your thing, you can go off <3
This is a SFW only tk fic :)
Oh my goodness hello! I sprang with joy when I got your ask I hope you enjoy this. I love Uki and Ren so much💜
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Uki and Ren are doing irl Collab! The two have done a meet up, and are looking forward to this stream. The chat is zooming with heartfelt messages. And silly messages. And what ever you may think of.
"I think it's time to properly begin Ren!" Uki happily announced to Ren. Ren making happy squeals. Uki giggled at Ren's little squeals.
"hello, chat. How are we all doing today?" Ren asked his wholesome chat. "Ahhh, you all are having a good time! I'm pleased to hear it!"
"Ren you forgot about me!!!" Uki poked Ren's side. Uki made a small squeak.
"Uki I didn't forgETEHE- I was about to say you're here too!" Ren replied to Uki a warm pink blush appearing on his face.
Uki mesmerised by Ren's adorable reaction, he kept it in mind.
"Haha, what ever you say, Ren" Uki smugly replied Ren playfully rolled his eyes.
"As you have probably has known from the tweet, I have said we will be doing a little challenge." Ren giggled. "We're going to see if we can beat Minecraft together!"
"I can already tell this is going to go wrong " Uki teased Ren.
"SHUT UP!" Ren said playfully amused. "also, L + ratio"
Uki pretended to gasp. And nudged Ren.
As the two was in the game, reading chat. Uki was on the ASWD keys and Ren was doing the mouse.
"UKKKKKIIIIIIIII STOHOHOHOP GET- TURN AROUND!!!" Ren loudly said, Uki crackled.
"HUHUHUH? I AM DOHOHOING THE TUHUHURNING! IDIOT- YOU MOVE YOUR MOHOHOUSE!" Uki replidd back with laughter.
It was night time in the Game, and a creeper was behind them. Ren took an opportunity and did the annoying thing ever. He faced the creeper.. BOOM!
The "you died" screen showed up. And Ren boomed with laughter, Uki coukt help but smile at him. Too adorable..
A supa appeared on the screen, and Ren was too busy laughing to see it. Uki saw, the supa.
"A Ren and Uki collab?! Ren laughing is too cute. That sound from earlier which Ren made sounded like a squeal. Did you tickle hiim? If you did could you do it again?! Thank youuuuuu!"
Uki's model smiled whilst reading the supa and nodded. And proceeded to tickle Ren's tum. Ren laughed surprised.
"what the UHUHUHUKI?!?! AHAHAHAHAH NAHAHAHA!!" Ren laughed squirming in his chair. "WHAHAHAHAT??"
"Ehehe, Someone donated a supa asking me to tickle you" Uki replidd enjoying this, Ren looks like he was enjoying the tickly affection.
"SOHOHOHO EMBAHAHARSING!!" Ren laughd, blushing.
"Eehehahah" Uki giggled. "You're so red! Like a tomato!"
Ren got even more embarrassed. "Shuhuhut ihihihihit ihihihi'm NOHOHOHOT a tohohohomatohoho! SHUHUHUSH CHAHAHHAHAHT!"
"oh what's chat sayin?" Uki asked teasingly looking chat chat. "awww I agree too, Ren is a little cutie"
This made Ren laughing more. Ike, Alanyan, Sonny, and Luca joined the VC the two was in.
"AWWWWW SOOO CUTEEEEEE!" Ike cooed. He was being honest after all.
"Sooooo adorable" Luca also said.
"AWWWWWW, get him Uki!" Alban said to Uki encouraging.
"Uki Uki daisuki, Ren your laugh is so contagious, and cute!!" Sonny said in a cute way to make Ren even more flustered.
Which indeed made Ren flustered.
"NOHOHOHOHO YOHOHOHOU GUHUHUHUYS AHAHAHAHA-" He couldn't finish his sentence as Uki's. fingers travelled to his neck. "nOHOHOHO Uhuhuhuhuki!"
"Nah, I'll stay here. I like it!" Uki said poking his neck and squeezing it gently.
"UHUHUHUHUKI NOHOHOHO!" Ren said laughing, "trying" to fight back.
"Stahahahahp!!!" Ren giggled. Uki did stop and give Ren little raspberries, which drove Ren a little bit crazy. "EEHHEHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA!!!"
"AWWWWWW!!!" The 5 said in unison.
Chat was having the time of their lives. Ren being tickled was so cute to them, hearing Ren laugh like a child is very sweet to hear. Uki patted Ren's neck to get the ghost tickles away. And the two hugged.
Luca, Sonny, Alban, and Ike was smiling so much.
"Well I guess chat this stream is gonna be fun!" uki said and grinned.
"hahaha, yea" Ren giggled replying back.
#nijisanji en tickles#nijien tickles#ren zutto#uki violeta#nijisanji en#luca kaneshiro#alban knox#ike eveland#ler!uki#lee!ren#vtuber tickling
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take these kc tk hcs while I try find motivation and ideas to write the fic idea that has been sitting in my asks for a week..
lee:
(honestly this is sm easier bc this is cannon!!)
-I would say she is actually quite ticklish
-not a big fan of being tickled, it makes her feel weak.
-although she can’t deny it can be fun sometimes when she needs a break
-will only ever accept being tickled by Marisa
-actually is good at hiding that she’s ticklish unless you just keep tickling her
-will always deny being ticklish
-her most ticklish spots are definitely her sides/stomach (again cannon!!)
-Brett only tickled her once and after she made him promise he would never do it again. Reluctantly he agreed
-has tickle fights occasionally with Marisa
-I feel like Marisa only tickles her when she refuses to go to a party, persuading her to do practically anything and just to annoy her
-absolutely loves aftercare
-if she’s not in the mood she will get annoyed at her lers for a while
-teases dont affect her (she’s a spy people!!)
-will attempt to fight back, but let’s be honest she doesn’t want to hurt Marissa so she would just scream with laughter instead while batting her hands
-although being a great spy, being tickled will definitely make her talk
lers that get her: Marissa, Brentt (once), Damian (once), Ernie.. well Ernie got a kick to the nose so he never did it again
ler:
-definitely the most annoying and teasy ler
-tickles Marissa to annoy her and it works!
-always adds snarky comments
-uses tickling to get people to talk (cannon!) or cheer up but her favourite is just because she feels like being annoying or their annoying her
-she will definitely pin
-sometimes overdose ticking and doesn’t even realise it
-pokes and prods at Marissa side when she gets annoying or to tease her
-probably comes to no surprise but he is very skilled at tickling,
-revenge and tickling people after they get on her verve’s are her favourite
-Kc knows Marissa hates being tickled, so it’s hilarious for kc to watch Marissa just burst out laughing and getting annoyed. Sweet revenge
-Can never resist laughing at her lees state afterwards
-will tease for how squirmy her Lee is
-only tickles Ernie if there having a childish argument and Ernie turns cocky
-thinks tickling people is so entertaining and funny
-people NEVER and I mean NEVER ask her for tickles, because last time they did they learned it’s not the soft tickles they were hoping for, it was kc full on wrecking them.
-the only time she ever soft tickled if Marissa is upset and needs comfort so she will start of slowly
teases that she uses:
“awh it’s a shame.. would hate for me to use my most affective measurement”
“your just asking for it at this point”
“I know other ways to make you talk”
“You wanna laugh that badly? Alright!”
“you have a lot of nerve for somebody who is extremely ticklish”
“don’t push your luck. You know I will wreck you”
“now are you going to stop being annoying or am I going have to tickle you until you stop?”
lees that she gets: marissa, Ernie, brett, Judy
#kc undercover tickle#kc undercover#kc undercover tickle headcanons#kc cooper#kc ler#kc lee#kc ticklish
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Okay so I was thinking Dr strange x familial reader (you can choose) they want to learn magic and keeps pestering him but when he 'shows her' he uses his magic to pin her and just tickle her??? Maybe with lots of raspberries and nibbles?? You don't have to do it :)
Magics 'cool' huh?
Words: 1718
Fandom: Marvel, Dr Strange!
Warnings: t!ckling?? And burning urself with coffee on ur tongue, ik, traumatic. (Jk pfft)
Summary: prompt- The reader is pestering Strange about wanting to learn magic, thiugh the reader regrets it quickly once he shows her...
A/N: HELLO. I FUCKING DID IT, I WROTE! Im not like REALLY proud of this one, but I still love it. AND STRANGE. UGH I LOVE HIM! He doesn't get enough platonic tk fics!? I legit have the collection of funkos for his movie PFFT-
Also! Also, important, from here on out for a while, i'll be writing tickle (tk word) as t!ckle in my fics until I find out what's going on with tumblr. Apparently some people can't see the word and I feel that's an appropriate way to write it? Anyway, enjoy!!
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(I rlly fucking love this gif pfft-)
"Pleaseeee"
"No"
"Pleaseeeeeeeee"
"No"
You kept begging, it had probably been going on for a while now, starting to get on Stephens nerves. You were begging him to learn magic again, he always told you "later" or "when you're older", but it never stopped the nagging.
You were following Strange around the sanctuary, you'd come down to snatch a book but Strange had caught you so you started to veg him to teach you magic instead, obviously, his answer was no. Just as it always was.
Stephen was walking down the steps so you followed behind him, egging on about how cool it would be and how awesome magic was.
"Magic isn't just about 'being cool', it's a sacred practice, used for centuries, 'being cool' isn't enough" Stephan sighed, going to make himself a coffee.
You followed behind him, "yeah- yeah but it is! And I wanna be just like you, you're so cool and awesome... come on Strange, pleaseee"
Stephen only gave you the side eye whole boiling a kettle and fixing himself a coffee. "Want one?" He asked, avoiding your pleas yet again.
You only groaned but accepted either way.
"Come on! Please! I'm older, I'm mature-"
"Are you now?" He asked, a smirk present on his face and giving you the side eye. You only glared back, pouting.
"Yes! You saw me in training the other day! I almost beat Peter!"
"Ah yes, before he took you down with a couple pokes to the stomack" Stephen choked back a laugh, smirking whole pouring the drinks.
You put a finger up to tell him off and defend yourself, but honestly, you couldnt- luckily it wasnt actual training and had turned a bit jokey by the end, in a real fight a villain wouldn't just t!ckle you.
You couldn't even defend yourself, a blush dusting over your cheeks.
"I- even so! That doesn't count- HD was bitter-"
"You're still a child Y/n"
"Teenager actually" you corrected him, standing tall as if it was something to be proud of while taking the coffee he'd handed to you and taking a sip, almost dropping your as you yelled from how hot it was.
Strange sighed and held the bridge of his nose, partly tired of you and also admiring how goofy you could be even if you were growing up as an avenger.
"And that's why you can't learn magic"
"WHATH?! BUTH THAF NOTH FAIR!" You yelled, sounding funny as you stuck out your tongue while talking as you burnt yourself.
You grabbed a glass of water and helped the burn, but quickly turned back to Strange who was already walking away. You put your coffee down and chased after him.
"Aw come on! Pleaseeee, pretty please!! Please please pleaseeeeee"
"Why do you think nagging me would help?"
"Well is it?"
Stephen only sipped his coffee, rolling his eyes, you took that as a yes and 'AhHa!'ed him.
"Please Strange? It's so cool and awesome!"
"We've already discussed this y/n, 'cool and awesome' aren't good reasons"
"Aw please!, come on, at least show me some magic! I promise won't ask for the rest of the day"
Stephen stopped for a second and put his coffee down on a coffee table, you were in one of the more relaxing rooms with a couch and a few library books.
"You really think you're gonna nag me on about this for the whole day?" Stephen asked, a slight smirk on his face as he seemed slightly humoured by your attempts and pestering.
You nodded with a bright smile, knowing you didnt have much better things to do-
"You really think Magic is awesome and cool?" He asked, slightly changing the topic again. You nodded, a little confused again but hey, he was gonna do something right?!
"Okay, fine, I'll show you some magic, but you've gotta stop pestering me about this for a week"
You had to stop and think for a minute, Stephen held back a laugh as you glared at him and began to think over the deal...
"Deal! But it's gotta be cool magic, not some shitty levitation stuff again, that was boring-"
"Oh, this isn't just 'shitty levitation'" Stephen chuckled, a smirk under his features as he began to do some weird movements with his hands and say some words.
You felt a little strange for a moment, realising what he had said, and spotting the smirk on his face. Something in your gut told you this wasn't gonna work out well for you...
Suddenly you began to levitate slightly, floating above the ground slightly, you laughed, thinking maybe it wouldn't be so bad, looking down at the ground and floating around slightly.
Strange smiled at you, still mid spell.
"Enjoying yourself?"
"Yeah! This is really coo- Strange?-" suddenly you were unable to move your body, arms pinned above your head with some mystical numbers and symbols around your wrists and the same for your feet and ankles.
A part of you saw where this was leading, and desperately tried to escape, wiggling around. You knew Stephen could get playful, but this was a while new level- well- it wouldn't be the first time he or someone else had used magic to t!ckle you...
BUT STILL.
Stephen seemed to stop casting the spell and smiled at you, looking up very slightly because you weren't far up from the ground, nor were you necessarily tall.
"Stephen-" Your voice was a little wobbly, a nervous smile on your features as you began to feel exposed, realising the situation.
"Yes Y/n?"
"What are- you doing?..."
"Showing you magic" He explained, suddenly it felt as though feathers were dancing around the sides and back of your neck, making giggles bubble up inside and lightly spill out, adorable giggles filling the room.
"Anything wrong? I hope this is better than 'shitty levitation'" Strange teased, tilting his head and going to take a sip of his coffee.
"Nohohoho- thihihis is sthill duhumb" you couldn't stop the giggles as the feathers seemed to dest down to your ribs and belly, making you close one eye and look away.
Stephen only laughed, "I thought you said magic was cool?" He teased, walking up to you again after putting the coffee down.
"ThhihIS iSnT cooooohohohol!" You tried to look away from him and avoid him seeing your babies and giggly face, if you wanted to be seen as grown up; this wasn't the way to do so.
"No, no, this is very cool" He teased, beginning to use his own hands to t!ckle your sides and ribs along with the magical feathers around your neck.
"StePhEn!?!" You couldn't help but squeal as he attacked your ribs, shaking your head slightly as he would move all the way up your torso and back down again.
"Yeah?"
"Thihis WASNT- thE deahahalll!" Strange began to t!ckle your underarms and send you into hystericals.
"No, the deal was I show you some cool magic, and you stop pestering me for a week"
"THIHIHIS ISNT FAHAHIRRRR"
"This is perfectly reasonable" Strange shrugged, teasing you as he continued his onslaught.
He continued to t!ckle your underarms and send feathers to your sides and neck, one constantly on your tummy making the most adorable laugh come out. You were desperately trying to escape but also secretly, a part of you was loving this- Stephen tended to be playful or sarcastic when he could, bur it was rarer and rarer as time went on. He was very serious when it came to the reality or the time stone.
So him using his magic to keep you still while tickling you, holding back his own laughter? It wasn't ALL bad-
When Stephen began to pull up your shirt though, that's when all he'll broke loose, you felt cold hands on your stomach and looked down to see a smirk wide on his face, not even bathing to hold hold now.
"WAHAHAHIT WAIT WAIT"
You begged and squealed, it was a little surprising how cold his hands were from holding a hot mug of coffee.
"For what? And all this magic is making me hungry" Strange teased, pulling up your shirt some more to reveal your tummy. You squealed as he spidered your tummy, pretending to eat it and making dumb nom nom sounds.
"STRAAAHAHANGEEEE!"
"Sorry Y/n, I'm hungry. I wonder, do you want some raspberries?" Stephen truly began to enjoy himself now, going all in and teasing you, blowing rasberry after rasberry on your belly as you squealed and yelped, giggling turning from laughter and back in between as h would blow a rasberry and then nibble slightly, reapeating it as butterlies swarmed your stomach.
"PLEASEEEE MUHUHUHURCYYY MERCYYYYYYYY IM SORRY IM SORRYYYYY" You squealed, thrashing slightly yet staying unharmed as it was magic bonds.
After a while Stephen FINALLY gave up, letting you suffer with a few t!cklish feathers against your sensitive skin before letting the magic drop you through a portal and land face first on the couch.
You lay, face in the sofa, giggling and huffing and puffing. You knew he could be playful but that was BRUTAL!?
"Ah, my coffee's gone cold now" Stephen whined, pretending as the previous situation hadn't just happened. Luckily, magic and microwaves exist, you he just warmed it up.
When he came back, he sat on your legs and began to read a book, you honestly didn't care, you were so exhausted and slightly embarrassed that you just stayed with your face in the couch.
Stephen didn't say much more after that, he rubbed your back with a smile, still happily reading his book. When he did decide to talk, you gave him so answer, already fallen asleep after being wrecked.
Strange only smiled at you, putting his book down for a second. You meant a lot to him, you had always admired everything about everyone, all of the avengers, all people, all aliens when you'd met them. You thought the world of it all, while still maintaining a teenage composure and professional when needed.
You meant a lot to everyone really, but Strange was glad to have you around, even if it was pestering about learning magic.
It just meant he could wreck you with it.
#tickle community#marvel#masterlist#sfw tickles#mcu#tickle fic#tickles#writing#Dr Strange#ler!strange#lee!reader#mahaha#magic tickles#magic#doctor stephen strange#gotta love him#pfft ty for ask#ask#prompt
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Hello 🥰 Whump fic idea :)TK lands in the hospital, again. But this time they're serious, serious injuries, he is under a respirator, he is not breathing on his own, the doctors do not give him much chance of survival, they even advise it would be the best to prepare for the worst and say goodbye, just in case. Owen calls Gwen, she's arriving the same day with Enzo and baby junior. When in the hospital they find out how it happened and that it's mostly Owen's fault (I don't know, for example, he allowed Tk to enter the unstable building to tend to the patient, or whether he made someone else angry and this person unloaded it on TK, or Owen decided to do something reckless and TK wanted to save him or it is The arson situation from 2x12 so Gwyn arrives pregnant, without a baby of course), Gwyn slaps him twice and Enzo punches him right in the nose, breaking it, for risking TK's life. Fortunately, despite the bad prognosis, TK wakes up, but after he took his sweet time being in a coma.
holly's august extravaganza day 3: the meetings for those in my wake
thanks for the prompt! i really loved writing this one though i need to confess to toning it down a little? idk but with the way it was going it didn't feel right to have enzo break owen's nose. i hope you still like it!
ao3 | 3.3k | major character injury, coma, angst with a happy ending
For years after the divorce, Gwyn came to learn that any call from Owen was almost certainly bad news.
TK got in a fight.
TK overdosed.
TK was shot, he’s in the hospital.
Over and over, until the first words out of her mouth whenever Owen’s name flashed up on her screen were, What’s wrong?
Things have been better in the three years since her time in Texas. Gwyn suspects it’s partly TK’s influence—he’s been more than enthusiastic in getting to know his baby brother, and Isaac has latched onto TK despite only seeing him in person every few months or so. But they’ve talked as well, she and Owen, and they really are doing better. They’re almost like friends now, which is why Gwyn thinks nothing of it when he calls just after she’s put Isaac to bed for the night.
“Owen, hey,” she greets. “What’s up?”
The silence she’s answered with is the first sign that something’s wrong.
The sob that follows is the second.
“Owen?” Gwyn repeats, louder this time, her heart leaping into her throat. She sits down heavily on the sofa as she waits for Owen’s response; there’s only one thing that could make him cry like that, and tears prick at Gwyn’s eyes as she imagines TK hurt again, or worse.
“Gwyn,” Owen eventually manages to gasp out, voice wrecked. “Gwyn, it’s TK. He’s… You need to get here. You need— It’s not like last time. They don’t know if he’s going to— They don’t think— It’s bad. Really bad.”
Owen breaks off, crying harder, and Gwyn claps a hand to her mouth. She remembers well how devastated he’d been when he called about the gunshot, but this a whole other level. Gwyn’s head spins with the potential implications of that and she finds her breath coming in sharp gasps, but it’s Owen’s next words that knocks it from her altogether.
“They think we should say goodbye.”
The rest of the story comes haltingly—someone got angry after his son couldn’t be saved on a call, he came to the firehouse, he attacked TK—but Gwyn barely hears it. Her boy is in the hospital again and this time…this time he might not be coming home. She can’t understand it; she spoke to him just two days ago, they made plans for he and Carlos to visit for Isaac’s birthday, and now…
“I’m so sorry, Gwyn,” Owen finishes. She feels a flash of that age-old urge to scream at him, but she fights it off, not wanting to wake Isaac.
“I’ll be on the first flight over,” she promises, then ends the call, sliding off the couch to the floor. Her phone falls from limp fingers and harsh sobs tear from her throat, muffled by the press of her fist against her mouth.
Enzo finds her there an hour later and immediately takes her in his arms, not complaining about her tears soaking his shirt. When she tells him what happened, he insists on joining her, and Gwyn allows herself to take that shred of comfort and run with it.
She thinks it’s the only comfort she’s likely to get right now.
The next flight isn’t until morning, so Gwyn spends a sleepless night packing and unpacking their suitcases and making phone calls with the firm and her clients to cancel everything for the foreseeable. She has the brief, terrible thought about whether she should pack funeral attire, which almost sends her into a panic attack as reality hits her all over again.
Enzo saves her from it, gently guiding her to bed, but not before she packs the clothes anyway.
Isaac seems to pick up on her mood when they’re hurrying out of the house, remaining mostly quiet aside from the odd question about where they’re going. He perks up considerably when he finds out they’re heading to Austin, babbling about seeing TK, and Gwyn has to blink hard to keep from crying again. Enzo reaches over to take her hand, and he barely lets go until they’re landing in Austin.
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The entrance to the ICU looms before her, and Gwyn feels stuck. There had been a part of her, still, that had hoped to find TK miraculously awake and on the mend, like the last time she had made this trip. She doesn’t want to believe that he’s here, hurt, maybe dying.
But he is, and she’s forcefully reminded of that fact when a kind-looking nurse approaches her hesitantly.
“Ma’am? Can I help you?”
Gwyn blinks at her, her brain taking a moment to catch up. “I, um. I’m here to see my son. TK Strand.” She pauses, then shakes her head, cursing herself internally. “Tyler Kennedy Strand.”
The nurse’s entire demeanour changes, a sympathetic smile taking over her face. “This way.” She leads Gwyn through the ICU, then points at a door near the end of the corridor. “Tyler’s room is just there. I promise, we’re doing everything we can for him.”
Gwyn nods absently, her gaze stuck on the door the nurse had indicated. She walks forward slowly, the room seeming to get further and further away until, suddenly, she’s standing on the threshold, and she sees her son.
TK is barely visible, his face half-obscured by the ventilator, half by bruises, and heavy gauze covers his forehead. His arms, resting limply at his sides, are littered with scrapes, and if Gwyn squints, she can just about make out more bandages peeking out from under the hospital gown.
She’d thought that seeing him would make it all real, but she feels separate from everything somehow, only one thought going through her mind on repeat.
This is not my son.
A quiet whisper draws her attention to the figure sitting at TK’s side. Gwyn has to suppress a gasp as she takes in Carlos’s appearance; she hasn’t seen him in person since the wedding last year, and his pale face and red-rimmed eyes cut a stark contrast to that day. He hasn’t noticed her yet, wholly fixated on TK, one hand gently stroking the tufts of hair poking out above the bandage. His lips move and Gwyn knows she should walk away, but instead she finds herself leaning closer, straining to hear Carlos’s words.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he’s saying. “I know you’re fighting and I know you’re going to try as hard as you can to come back to us—believe me, Ty, I am praying every day to see those pretty green eyes of yours open again. But I—I want you to know that it’s okay if you can’t. If it gets too hard, if you need to let go, you can. I already miss you like crazy and I really, really, don’t want to live the rest of my life without you, but the thing I can’t stand more than that is the idea of you suffering.
“Come back if you can, but if someday you find you can’t, remember that I love you and we’ll be okay. I promise.”
Carlos sniffs and ducks his head to place a gentle, lingering kiss on TK’s cheekbone. It’s such a tender, intimate moment, but it quickly shatters when Carlos looks up and spots her, his eyes going wide. “Gwyn. I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you were there.”
She waves him off, willing herself to finally step into the room. “I’m the one who’s sorry. I should have said something, but I didn’t want to interrupt.”
Carlos nods, giving her a small, sad smile, which Gwyn does her best to return. She pulls up another chair and sinks into it, reaching out to take TK’s hand. She’s startled by the coolness of his skin, and more tears burn in the back of her eyes.
“What did the doctors say?” she asks, clearing her throat and twisting her body towards Carlos, though her eyes never leave TK.
“That it was a miracle he made it through surgery,” Carlos says, sighing wearily. “Eight stab wounds, too much blood loss, damage to his organs, broken ribs—that’s all bad enough, but they’re most worried about his brain. He took at least two blows to the head, and add that to the fact he wasn’t breathing for a good few minutes… They keep saying not to speculate, but we all know the odds here.”
Carlos’s voice breaks and Gwyn reaches out to comfort him, feeling sick to her stomach at the revelation. Why anyone would do this to her boy, she can’t comprehend; she finds herself both wanting answers and feeling unable to take any more.
Owen chooses that moment to appear in the doorway, looking every bit as wrecked as he sounded on the phone. “Gwyn,” he says roughly. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Carlos moves as if to give them privacy, but Gwyn shakes her head at him, cutting off his protests before he can even get them out. “You stay with him, Carlos,” she tells him. “We’ll talk in the hall.”
They head to a quiet spot not too far from TK’s room, and Gwyn turns to face Owen, holding her arms. “What the hell happened, Owen? Why is our son lying in there, not even breathing on his own?”
A flicker of a frown crosses Owen’s face. “I told you—”
“No, you didn’t.” Gwyn clenches her jaw, staring him down. “You said he’d been attacked, not that some maniac had used him as their personal punching bag.”
A few more seconds pass before Owen relents, sighing. “There was a call,” he starts, voice heavy with sorrow. “A car accident; dad and his kid were trapped inside. We got the dad out but the son was stuck pretty good. It took a long time to free him and by then it was too late—EMS did their best, but he was gone.
“The dad went ballistic, screaming at all of us, but especially at TK. We don’t really know why, but it was probably a convenience thing; TK had been the one to break the news, he was the closest person—the guy wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. He threatened him, tried to hit him—the cops had to arrest him eventually, but you know TK. He refused to press charges, said that the dad was just in shock and that he understood.”
Gwyn smiles a little at that; her son has always been too forgiving for his own good. It’s never come back to hurt him this badly before, though.
Owen pauses, throat bobbing as he seems to work up to the next part. His voice is quiet, and he seems reluctant to meet Gwyn’s eyes. “He showed up at the firehouse a week later—the dad, I mean. He said he wanted to apologise and, I swear, Gwyn, he really did seem genuine. None of us wanted to let him near TK, but ultimately it was TK’s decision. They went round the side of the house to talk; when neither of them came back after twenty minutes, we went looking.
“By that time, the guy was gone, and TK was…” He stops and shakes his head, swallowing hard. “He could barely breathe. Tommy and Nancy did what they could and they got him here quickly, but we have no idea how long he’d been like that before we found him.”
Gwyn’s head snaps up, a white-hot anger flashing through her. “I can’t believe you,” she hisses. “You left our son alone with a man who had already threatened him for twenty minutes, Owen.”
Owen frowns. “I told you, he seemed genuine. And TK—”
Gwyn can’t help it; she slaps him. “Don’t you dare,” she grounds out, crowding into Owen’s space. “Don’t you dare act like this was his fault.”
“I wasn’t—”
Her arm moves on instinct, but before she can connect again, a hand closes around her wrist. Gwyn turns to find Enzo staring at her, brow wrinkled in confusion.
“Gwyn, what’s going on?”
She shakes her head and takes a step back from Owen, freeing herself from Enzo’s grasp. “What’s going on,” she responds tightly, “is that he is part of the reason why my son is half-dead in there.”
Enzo gapes between them. “What?”
She ignores the question, needing to focus on anything else to keep her anger from overwhelming her. “What are you doing here anyway? Where’s Isaac?”
“He’s with Grace and Judd, they offered to babysit so I could come here. What—”
“Hang on,” Owen interrupts. “What is he doing here? I figured he’d stay in New York with the kid.”
“Isaac is TK’s brother, Owen,” Gwyn says, turning on him again. “And Enzo has just as much right to be here as any of us; he was more of a father to TK than you were sometimes.”
Owen’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “Him? You’re joking, right?”
Gwyn isn’t sure what happens next, who starts it, but soon they’re all yelling, insults and accusations flying around the ward. There’s a furious nurse heading their way, but before she can say anything, another voice cuts through the argument, quiet and trembling but still somehow powerful.
“Get out,” Carlos says. “All of you.”
They all turn to him, Gwyn’s lips parting in shock. Owen takes a step towards him, holding his hands out in a gesture that’s probably meant to be pacifying.
“Carlos—”
“I mean it, Owen,” he snaps, harsher than Gwyn has ever heard him before. “You all screaming at each other is the last thing any of us needs, least of all TK. The only person to blame in all this is the guy who attacked him, and he’s already in custody; he’ll get what’s coming to him. If TK—” Carlos breaks off, clenching his jaw and staring down at the floor. He closes his eyes for a moment, before breathing out shakily and looking back up at them. “If anything changes, I’ll call you, I promise. But you can’t be here right now. Go, please.”
Carlos doesn’t wait for a response before turning on his heel and going back into TK’s room, reassuming his position next to the bed. Gwyn watches him for a second, nodding when Enzo pointedly takes her elbow.
“He’s right,” she says, directed at Owen. “We should go.”
Owen glares, gearing up to argue again, but he must think better of it as he suddenly slumps, all the energy draining out of him. “Right,” he mutters. “Right.”
They file slowly out of the ICU, closely watched by the hard eyes of the nurse from before. Gwyn spares one last look before forcing herself forwards; if getting here was hard, walking away is a thousand times worse.
*
Three weeks pass with no change and, crucially, no improvement. Gwyn spends more time with Carlos than she ever has before, and she hates that it’s her son being comatose that has brought the two of them closer. A tentative peace exists between her and Owen and she knows—truly, she knows—that the attack wasn’t his fault, that there was nothing that could have stopped it.
But she can’t help but be angry that, once again, her son was seriously hurt and she wasn’t around.
She takes Isaac to see TK once, when the worst of the bruises have faded a little. She worries that he’ll be scared, and he does seem to hesitate when they reach the room; in truth, Gwyn hadn’t wanted to bring him at all, but he’d kept asking about TK and she’d found herself helpless to do anything but acquiesce.
They still haven’t told him what’s going on. No-one knows how to. All Isaac knows is that TK is a little hurt and he needs rest, and even that knowledge seems to upset him.
Once he gets used to the sight, Isaac stretches his hands out to the bed. “TK,” he says simply, looking pleadingly up at Gwyn.
She hugs him close, trying to smile for him. “TK’s asleep, sweetie,” she explains. “He needs rest.”
“When wake up?”
“I don’t know, baby. I don’t know.”
*
Three weeks pass, and the doctors start talking about options and next steps. It’s obvious what that’s code for—they want to pull the plug. They’re told to take all the time they need to discuss it but, ultimately, the decision will be Carlos’s, as TK’s husband and next of kin.
Gwyn knows what choice he’s going to make; it’s the same one she, or anyone else in his position, would make.
That doesn’t make it any easier to bear, for any of them.
Gwyn finds him in the hallway, bent over with his head in his hands. She goes over and quietly sits in the chair next to him, placing a comforting hand on his back.
There’s a long silence before Carlos sniffs and turns to her, his face the picture of devastation. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this, Gwyn,” he whispers, voice cracking. “How am I supposed to just give up on him like that?”
She shakes her head. “You’re not giving up on him, Carlos. You’re letting him go.”
“I don’t know how to do that either.”
“None of us do.”
Silence again, but this time, it’s Gwyn that breaks it first. “Listen, Carlos, I know this is hard. God knows I wish none of us were even here. But we are, and we have to do what’s best for everyone, including TK.”
“I know that,” Carlos admits. “I just don’t want to lose him.” He closes his eyes and leans into Gwyn, allowing her to wrap him in a hug. “I wish we had more time.”
Gwyn’s heart breaks all over again, and she squeezes his shaking shoulders. “We’ve got time,” she says, though she knows that’s not what he meant. “As much as you need.”
The sob she’s answered with tells her there’s not enough time in the world for Carlos to say goodbye to TK.
*
The call comes in the middle of the night. Dread pools in Gwyn’s gut as she accepts it and lifts the phone to her ear, her hands trembling.
“Owen?”
“Gwyn. TK, he—he woke up. It was only for a few seconds, but he woke up, Gwyn. The doctors said it was a miracle; they think he might actually recover.”
Gwyn gasps, a sob crawling up her throat as the news sinks in. It’s everything she’s been praying for ever since that first call, and all she can think about now is getting to TK.
“I’ll be at the hospital in fifteen,” she says. She ends the calls and raises her hands to her face, wiping away the tears beginning to fall from her eyes.
Maybe this nightmare is finally coming to an end.
*
TK is off getting tests when Gwyn arrives, but she’s finally allowed back in the room an hour later, Carlos and Owen on her heels. The ventilator has been removed, replaced by a nasal cannula, and his eyes are open—barely to slits, but Gwyn doesn’t care. TK is awake and alive, and that’s all that matters.
As soon as she’s in the chair by the bed, she reaches out for him, her touch feather-light as she strokes his cheek. “My brave boy,” she whispers wetly. “My brave, brave boy.”
TK’s head rolls on the pillow so he’s facing her and he mumbles something that’s probably meant to be a greeting, but the words jumble together and come out as gibberish.
Gwyn thinks it’s the most beautiful sound she’s ever heard.
They’ve all been briefed about the risks of brain damage and all the potential lasting consequences which could impact the rest of TK’s life. But right now, as she holds TK’s hand with Carlos on his other side and Owen at her back, Gwyn chooses to take solace in the constant rise and fall of TK’s chest and the heart monitor beeping out a steady rhythm.
There’ll be enough time for worry later; for now, her son is alive, and Gwyn can’t think of anything else that's more important.
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Your Boyfriend: Stalk-home Syndrome (Day 8)
Chapter #8: TAKE YOU ON A SATURDAY
[WARNING: Because the internet needs more romantic visual novels where you try to win the hearts of your senpai, right? WRONG! Your Boyfriend is a visual novel, yes. But this is anything but a love story. Your Boyfriend is a game where you deal with a man's unhealthy desire to have you, no matter who gets hurt. And he's not afraid to leave the body lying around for you to find either. Imagine a cat bringing you dead mice or birds to your doorstep, except he had brought the corpse of the person you talked to the other day. It's a choose your own adventure story, so be careful with how you react to those around you, especially towards him. This game deals with themes that might be disturbing for some audiences, such as murder, gore, drug use, kidnapping, non-consensual intimacy, strong language, and nudity.]
So what better thing to do than write fanfiction about it?! Enjoy my descent into madness. I regret nothing!! Sincerely with crazy sleepless love, your friendly neighborhood author, Lynn~♥
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[Well...um...I didn't see that coming. I mean, geez...I almost feel sorry for you. Almost. That's the keyword. Don't get me wrong, Lynsie, you managed to keep Peter from killing. That's an achievement. But I have told you before, this isn't a story you're meant to enjoy. You should know that by now. No matter how hard you try, you will not get a "happy ending". So why do you try to change things? For him? For Peter? Why? There are far better choices you can make. But...I'm not about to go back on my word. This is still up to you. Play as you see fit. Yet, if I may, let me offer you one tip of motherly advice...Just because you always end up with him, doesn't mean you are meant to be with him. Think about it while you still can. Because soon...It'll be too late.]
Peace...pure honest peace. Sleep hasn't been so restful in ages. Dreams are downright blissful. And everything feels just so good. Well...Other than this heavy feeling nagging me, but it's not so bothersome. And the warmth, the sweet heart swelling warmth! It's accompanied by soft vibrations that lull me deeper into the delight of unconsciousness. Then...Something shifts.
The good feels turn into sorrow and gloom. Sunshine and rainbows? Nope. Grey thunderstorms and blood rain. Everyone and thing is gone except me...and another me. I've never been able to lucid dream. But I am very aware when I am dreaming and I go along for the ride like I'm watching a movie. It sounds cool yet once that realization hits something usually stops working due to logic beginning to kick in, like flying by flapping my arms would suddenly be a struggle before stopping. But this? Seeing a mirror of myself? This is new. And she isn't a perfect copy, no...She's slightly off. And by that I mean, she ain't got eyes! Her mouth moves but I can't understand a word spoken, she's speaking incoherently speedy so everything is a garbled mess. Almost like baby gibberish. Suddenly she gets in my face, her haunting visage unwillingly imprinting into my mind, and getting out something I can understand.
"Y̧̕o͏̢u̴͡ ͢͝fr̴̀e͟a̴̧͘k͢͡!͠ ͝T̀hì͘͡s ̵i̕s͠ ̨̡a͠l̨l̨̕ ̶̴͟y̡̧͡ǫ͟͠ur ̶̛fa̷u͠l̢t.̴͘͟ ̨͘͢Y͝͝o͟u̡͝ ͢͝di̡͢d̡ ͜͠t̕hì̶s͟͝.̧̛ ͝I̸t̛͢'͟s̸ ̡͞a͏͠l̀͟l͢͝ ͠y҉o͢ur̴ ́͏͜f͞͏ą͡u̶l͜t̷̵̕!̶ Y̶͡ou͏͠r ́fa҉̛ult!̷̕͝ ̴̵͢Y҉O͏U̷͞R͡ ̶́̕FA̕U͡͏L̕͢T̕!͟"
…
My eyes open sharply, cold sweat and slight trembles nearly go unnoticed by me due to the reason for the heavy warm feeling that seemed to reach me even in slumber. I find Peter sleeping over the covers atop me and holding me as I would do to my stuff tiger Cuddles. He looks so at ease, like, I'm the safest place he can be and let his guard down completely. Mouth open, probably drooling from exhaustion. But why would he be exhausted? The last thing I remember was him having fun with me. Yet that wouldn't cause him to...
*click*
My door opens and TK pokes his head inside...only to regret doing so when he sees us. That look...That look of being kicked in the balls is painful even on my end. I put a finger to my lips to convey them to keep quiet before motioning them to come over. They shake their head and wave for me to go to them. I point at the log of a man on me, I mean, do they not see this? They facepalm and leave. Now I'm curious as to what they wanted and wondering how the heck I'm gonna slip out of Peter's snuggle.
*SLAM*
"Get the fuck up!"
The door being kicked in and Vio barking has Peter fly off the bed like a startled cat falling to the floor, hell, even I get spooked by the sudden break of silence.
"Christ, V. The fuck was that for?!"
Vio just snickers and steps aside to let TK back in.
"And that's how ya do it, beanie baby."
TK glares at Vio for a moment before getting to the point.
"The Boss sent out a mass text. All of us are to meet them at the diner."
"All of us? How come?"
"There's been a break-in."
Well, that's unexpected.
"Fine. Give me a sec."
My attention goes to Peter as he's slow to pull himself off the floor.
"Sweetie? You okay?"
He groans yet gives a thumbs up.
"You sure?"
"*weary* Yeah...Just tired."
"Sounds like some crazy stick can't hold his booze."
Vio mocks and I throw a pillow at the dudes lingering in the doorway.
"Off with you knave! Lest I release the hound upon your sorry hide."
"Oh? Ya gonna come at me, beasty?"
Vio gestures to my discarded pants and underwear with a cocky smirk.
"Again, beasty, ya disappoint me."
TK blushes but can't help themselves.
"Damn girl...You kinky~."
I feel the heat burn my cheeks and hear the snarling on the floor beside me.
"Okay, asshats, you've gawked long enough."
Lucy snatches them both by the ear.
"We can't leave if you stall her."
"Thanks, Lulu."
She drags them away and I bound out of bed to shut the door.
"*groan* Guess I'm awake now."
Peter slinks onto the bed. I'm quick to get dressed before his tired eyes lock onto any exposed flesh, there isn't time to deal with Peter's easy to trigger arousal. I at least go to him when done.
"You sure you're okay?"
He merely smiles up at me.
"Awww, darling...It's sweet of you to be so concerned. Trust me. I'm alright. Though, I might need to bum one of your energy drinks."
I kiss his head.
"Come on, sleepyhead. After this is over, you can snuggle up to me as your personal body pillow."
The promise of snuggles seems to give him the push needed to get on his feet as I head out to grab two cans from the fridge...my last two. Damn, I'll need to get more later. But without much else to delay the dredge to work, the lot of us walk our butts to the diner.
…
And here we are. The place that holds my soul hostage in order to live with lower than minimum wage, possibly expired food, and obnoxious customers. At least we shouldn't be here for long today. Even the Boss isn't Scrooge enough to make us work when something like this happens. Alisha and Kit-Cat are already there...along with onlookers spectating due to the cops being here. Peter and Vio are made to wait outside as we check in with the others.
I bet the Boss is kicking themselves now for not having cameras. The carnage starts at the back door which is busted open, leading into the now fucked up kitchen that has all of the cooking equipment banged up, and even the Boss's office is completely ruined. Sweet merciful lord, this is gonna cost so much to repair and who knows how long it'll take to fix.
"This is awful."
"We are so out of a job.
"*sigh* Damn it. I just got this job too."
"Come on, girls, buck up. This is just a minor setback. It can't get any..."
Just then a distressed holler is heard from the freezer area. I can't make out what is being said, but suddenly an officer quickly makes his way towards us, radioing for an ambulance. He looks completely distraught...and vaguely reminiscent for some reason. As soon as he makes the call, he turns his attention to us and asks us to wait outside. That's when I notice his name pin..."R. Williams". It's Don's son!
"Why? What's going on???"
TK speaks up.
Officer Williams doesn't say anything at first, still looking as though he's trying to process what he saw.
"Please. We found a body in the freezer..."
He finally manages to explain.
"I need you all to wait outside, okay?"
TK's shoulders drop upon hearing this. Lucy covers her mouth to hold in the urge to scream. And me? I'm too stressed just being this close to a cop to care about some stiff in the icebox.
"...A what?"
"Wait. Outside. Please."
Is all he mutters. He doesn't seem to have the energy to repeat himself. We do as told but with a disturbing unease keeping us all silent. Even when we're back outside with all the cars driving by, people walking around us, and the wailing of sirens in the distance, everything seems so damn quiet. Peter is quick to hold me when my hands begin to claw and everyone tries to talk me out of losing it.
"Now I feel bad for wanting a little more excitement in my life."
Yeah...It's not helping, TK.
"You don't think we'll be suspects, do you?"
Why the hell would you think that, Lucy?
"It's bullshit if they do. If they blame any of it on my girls, I swear to god, I'm gonna raise some serious hell!"
Vio...Just...Just stop. Please.
"Will you all stop it? You're not helping her..."
Peter's hold tightens and he strokes my back to settle my trembling.
"It's okay, darling. I've got you. Everything is going to be fine. You've done nothing wrong."
Then why isn't the urge to claw not fading? I do my best to return his hold yet it's a bit hard to do when my hands tremble and fingers beg to dig into something but I don't want to hurt him. Peter's expression of great concern slowly fades into annoyance as he glares at the other three. They, of course, don't like being glared at by the guy they all have great disdain for.
"The hell is that look for?"
"You idiots know how she is. Why would you make things worse by saying such stupid shit?"
Seems either he's too tired to mask his bluntness or he's in full defend the darling mode.
"Well excuse us, your highness! There's been a break-in and a bloody body in the freezer! God forbid, we're a tad worried about that!"
"Stop fighting!!"
My outburst startles the bunch and now I'm shaking on the verge of tears.
"*meek* Please..."
Peter nuzzles my hair.
"I'm sorry."
The guilt in his voice sways the others.
"Sorry, beasty."
"Yeah. Sorry, Hun."
"Same. Things are just crazy right now, you know?"
I merely bury my face in Peter's chest not wanting to hear excuses I've heard all my life. You can only be told "I'm sorry" so many times before you learn when it's real or just said to end the moment. I'm just thankful for the brief moment of silence. It allows me to settle down and get out of deep memories I never want to revisit.
"Excuse me..."
The voice of Officer Williams grabs our attention. Poor guy looks like he's about to vomit.
"If you three could come in, we have some questions for you."
Well, there goes my progress. I nearly have to be pried off of Peter and helped into the diner. TK is made to sit at a booth, Lucy is in the storage room, and I'm brought to the Boss's office where Officer Williams is my interrogator. Life is just twisting the knife in my side right now, I swear. Neither of us want to be here, but it's not like we have a choice in the matter. He's the one that speaks up first seeing as I'm locking up holding myself.
"I know this must be difficult for you. But..."
He pulls out a small pad.
"Do you think you can answer some questions for me?"
Don't freak out...Don't freak out...Just go full robot and get this over with...And don't fucking cry!
"I...I can try."
"Nervous?"
I nod.
"No offense, but police intimidate me easily."
He chuckles a little.
"I'm just a normal guy. I'm not all that scary."
"It's not you...It's past experiences. My parents had a messy marriage. And even after that, mom got in trouble a lot. Bad memories...Hard not to still feel them."
He frowns and notes my hands scrapping my bandaged arms.
"I understand. I'll try to come off more casual if that helps."
"M-Maybe."
He gets his pen ready.
"Okay...What is your name and connection to this place?"
"Lynsie. I've been a waitress here for nearly four months."
"Would you mind telling me your whereabouts last night?"
"I...I was out at AFKB with my friends."
He scribbles.
"Their names?"
"My boyfriend Peter. Coworker TK. And buddy Vio."
That makes him pause.
"Vio? Snake-looking guy?"
I nod.
"Wait...Do you know a Lucy too?"
I nod again.
"I thought you looked familiar. You came by the station and picked her up a month ago after we caught her under the influence."
Again, I nod.
"I thought so. Not every day you see someone with hair that long."
He panic blushes.
"I didn't mean to sound creepy! I'm sorry."
Wow, he's nothing like Don.
"No, you're fine. In an okay way I mean, not attractiveness. Not saying you're not attractive! I mean...Fuck, what am I saying?!"
It gets him to laugh a little. We agree to blame this on our messed-up nerves due to the situation. But for reals, he's not bad-looking. Aside from the dark grey cop uniform which hugs him in a casually comfortable way, he has a few aspects that he definitely picked up from his dad. Strong yet caring eyes, firm jaw, defined body and height. Not to mention the thick eyebrows, chin stubble, and furry forearms. Heck, he's even wearing a similar watch to Don but his is on his left wrist while Don's is on the right.
"Um...H-How long were you and your friends out for?"
"Hard to say. I didn't check the time. The streetlights were on by the time we left."
"And where were you after that?"
"My apartment that I share with Lucy. The four of us stayed there all night."
"Are you sure?"
I nod.
"Is there someone other than your friends that will confirm any of this?"
"Other than the bar staff, my Landlord can testify that I'm a good girl. He knows when people enter his building, especially if there's a group."
That part about being a "good girl" leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I'm regressing.
"And what's your landlord's name?"
"Don Williams."
That makes him flinch bad.
"You know my old man?"
I go along with his shock for the sake of innocence.
"Don had a kid?"
He sighs.
"Unfortunately. The name's Roy. And I'm sorry for whatever shit my dad dose."
"He's not all that bad. A bit of a stick in the mud, sure. But he's a decent guy when you get past the rough exterior."
He cocks his eyes.
"Are we talking about the same guy? Because that sounds nothing like my old man."
I shrug.
"Anyway...We checked the victim and found an ID. Does the name Cindy Fisher sound familiar to you?"
Like a firework going off inches away from your feet, it all comes flooding back.
"*meek* Wait…We can't leave her there."
"Don't you worry about that. I'll take out the trash once I know you're alright."
It clicks in my mind now. Peter was up all night dealing with the mess I made. But why did he bring her body here and trash the place? I shake these thoughts and try to keep a straight face.
"Not for sure. A woman named Cindy did come by days ago. They only had coffee and acted kinda off. Asking personal questions and just giving off a bad vibe. I asked them to leave and kept an eye out in case they were lurking around, but I never saw them again. But that's even if this is the same Cindy we're talking about."
He writes that down.
"C-Can I ask something odd?"
"What?"
"...How did they die?"
A strange but reasonable question.
"Are you sure you want to know? I don't think you're in a good state to hear anything like that."
I nod my head and he sighs.
"A full autopsy still needs to be done, but by the look of things..."
He pauses to suppress a gag.
"Multiple stab wounds and a slit throat."
He gags and I don't know how to take this news. I will need to think this over elsewhere.
"I hope it was quick. No one should struggle through something like that."
I shiver to seem sympathetic. But really...I don't feel anything. I just want to leave. Roy appears to buy this act. He only has a couple more questions for me and I do my best to give as much information as I can yet not give any key info that could implicate anything. By the time Roy is done with me, we see the gurney carrying the bagged body being rolled out to the ambulance waiting outside. Seeing that cements the words of my dream. It's my fault. I did this. I killed her.
"Darling?"
I'm zoned out in bad thoughts, hardly noticing Peter and Vio. These two probably would've killed each other if the cops weren't here.
"Beasty?"
The second my mind considers speaking my throat squeezes shut, making me whimper as result. Peter picks me up and holds me to him.
"Do you want to go home?"
I nod.
"Okay, darling. Let's go home."
Peter starts walking.
"What? Ya just gonna dash?"
I shake my head.
"Don't be so needy. She isn't in any condition to stick around all this. If you really care, make sure the others know where we went and why."
Vio sneers but doesn't follow.
"Are you alright, darling? You're starting to worry me."
I want to question him. There's so much to unpack from this. But I can't bring myself to talk. Not now. Not in public. He picks up on my discomfort and his pace quickens, nearly breaking into a sprint. His speed and wide stride get us back to the building in decent time. Once inside, he sets me down on the couch and holds my dower face.
"Lynsie, please, talk to me. Tell me what's wrong?"
I can feel the water seep into my eyes.
"Why did you do it?"
He doesn't bother questioning what I mean. He knows exactly what I've asked.
"You were so upset last night. You do so much for me. For us. All you wanted was a fun night. But between the crap at the bar and that bitch attacking you, I haven't seen you so heartbroken. So...I did what I promised. I've solved all the problems."
I look at him funny so he continues.
"I cleaned out all my things from the room. I got rid of the garbage that dared hurt my love and made sure the awful place that doesn't appreciate you will never bother you again."
"But..."
"No buts. If you're worried about money, don't. I'll take care of you from now on."
"I..."
*knock-knock-knock*
Peter leaves me to answer the door. To our surprise, it's Don and he ignores Peter completely to just walk in.
"Hey, kiddo. I heard what happened."
Wow, Roy, did I come off that messed up you had to let daddy know in case I might off myself?
Other than getting straight to the point as to why he's here, he glances over at Peter as he sits beside me, Don sneers at my boyfriend like Peter left a flaming bag of dog shit at his door before turning his attention back to me.
"I just wanted to check on you."
I rub my face to remove any tears.
"Thanks. But honestly, I'm not doing so great."
"Yeah, my boy mentioned you weren't taking things well. Not like he was any better. It's his first murder case and he's not hiding the rattle in his voice very well."
By how sick Roy looked, this comes as no surprise to me.
"So...What did your son say? Are there any suspects?"
Peter asks but Don gives him attitude.
"I wasn't talking to you. And no, not yet. They're still going over things. Investigations don't get solved in a day. This isn't TV."
Peter leers at the older man talking down to him like a child. I sigh and curl in on myself, gaining some attention.
"Darling, what's wrong?"
My fingers dig into my pants trying to claw my legs.
"I don't know what to do anymore."
Don, in an ultra-rare moment, pets the top o my head.
"Don't beat yourself up over this. If you want, we can meet up tomorrow and, I dunno, just forget about life for a couple hours. You need it."
Lord, after the mess that was last night, his offer sounds like a dream. But I can't. I can feel the murderous aura of intent beside me. Accepting would end poorly and I've been responsible for enough death already.
"Thank you for the offer, sir. But...I just don't think I'm up for it."
He runs a hand through his hair.
"I understand. Just know if you need anything, my door is always open for you. Mmkay?"
Don begins to take his leave and Peter rubs my back.
"Poor, darling. This place is making your depression worse. You know...My offer still stands. You can come live with me."
That has Don freeze partway out of the door.
"What?"
Peter smirks at this reaction.
"I wasn't talking to you. But, yes, you heard me right. Lynsie can come live with me. Got a problem with that?"
Don comes back and sizes Peter up, making him stand up to meet my now pissed-off Landlord.
"Lynsie isn't leaving. She is still under contract with this place for another nine months. So unless you're willing to pay $4,500 right now, I suggest you stop trying to play superman and zip your lip before your mouth writes a check you can't cash."
"A perfect turn of phrase. Because I'm about to make you eat those words..."
Peter reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a checkbook before tugging a pen from his front pocket, writing out the said amount with the cocky bravado of a millionaire playboy. Don's eyes widen yet he holds back rage at such audacity.
"I am aware that you're worried about the check bouncing. But I assure you, I have excellent credit history and nothing to worry about."
With it all signed, he tears it out from the book and casually hands it to Don between two fingers, a slightly cocky smirk curling his lips. Don glares at the check for a moment and then turns to me.
"Is this what you want, Lynsie?"
I don't know! This is all happening so fast. I just want to go away. I don't want to be anywhere anymore. I can't pull any words out so...I just...Reach out and take hold of Peter's shirt like a tether of comfort.
"I think the lady has made her choice."
Don's concern grows.
"If you're making her, I swear..."
"Please don't swear in front of my darling. You don't want to upset her further."
Don looks like he's about to throw punches.
"And I'm not making her do anything. If she wants to stay, she can stay."
I swallow the stress lump choking my throat and make myself get up.
"I...*sigh* I'm sorry, Don."
Never did I think I'd see this wall of a man crack even in the slightest.
"Lynsie..."
Even his voice seems weaker. It hurts. I avert my eyes.
"I can't keep doing this. It was bad enough when I was just supporting Lucy. But now...It's likely we both won't be working and even if I stay on as your helper, I can't expect you to do any more favors for me or her. You're a good man, Don. I won't take advantage of your kindness."
I'm not lying. Don has given me more breaks than I deserved. I couldn't ask for a better Landlord. But I can't keep that up. I've dug my grave and I'll bury myself in. No one else needs to stain their hands in such dirt.
Peter flutters the check to gain Don's attention, the big man gives me one more look before spitefully snatching the check out of Peter's hand and poking his chest harshly.
"Lynsie isn't going anywhere until this has been cleared. Got it?"
Peter puts his hands up with a playful smile.
"Of course! I wouldn't have it any other way."
Don gives one last scoff before taking his leave. There's an uneasy calm before Peter turns his attention towards me.
"Sorry about that, darling. I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. But he was just begging to be put in his place."
I hold my arms and keep quiet. He gently puts his hands on my shoulders, giving me a few rubs to ease me.
"Tell you what...Why don't you just relax? I'll collect your belongings."
I look up at him.
"You don't need to..."
"There isn't much in your room, dear. And you were so thoughtful to tidy up a while back. It'll make it all the easier to gather."
I pout.
"This feels so weird."
"Is it weird to finally be together? Isn't that what we wanted?"
"Y-Yeah. Yet it's all happening so fa-...!"
His mouth shuts mine up and warmth spreads through me to settle my nerves. He pulls back with a smile.
"This is the only thing I'll rush you through. Now that we're together, we have the rest of our lives to enjoy each and every second with one another. How does that sound?"
His words do make me feel better. I smile back.
"I'd like that."
He nuzzles my cheek before letting go.
"I'll bring you Cuddles. Stay put for me."
I nod and he heads for my room. With not much else to do other than lose my mind in deeper darker thoughts, I go over to the balcony door and stare out at the view for what is likely the last time. It isn't long till he returns with his arms full, I take my tiger and help him with the door, just leaving it open for him. I hold Cuddles close and stroke it while returning to the view.
"Breathe deep the gathering gloom. Watch lights fade from every room. Bedsitter people look back and lament. Another day's useless energy spent. Impassioned lovers wrestle as one. Lonely man cries for love and has none. New mother picks up and suckles her son. Senior citizens wish they were young. Cold-hearted orb that rules the night. Removes the colors from our sight. Red is gray and yellow white. But we decide which is right. And which is an illusion."
Nights in White Satin by the Moody Blues. I always loved the song but the poem from the end of it really stayed with me. It comes to mind when I'm feeling uncertain. I think I was always into deep stuff like that. Man, I was such a broody bitch in my youth.
"You can't be serious?!"
I brace myself knowing this isn't going to go well.
"Tell me this is a joke."
I hold Cuddles tighter as I'm spun around by Lucy.
"Tell me this is a sick joke you're pulling. You're not leaving."
I guess they ran into Don or something. Peter would be here if they ran into him. TK and Vio soon join us but I keep my walls up.
"I am."
"Like hell you are!"
I flinch. The flashbacks are trying to trigger.
"Where is this even coming from? You can't just pack up and go."
TK's voice is at least softer and more in concern than Lucy's snapping.
"Did he put ya up to this?!"
Vio's accusatory tone is demeaning.
"Where is the fucker? I'm gonna..."
"Gonna what?"
Peter's voice gains attention. Dirty looks are shot his way but he just looks at me.
"Darling? You alright? Are they bothering you?"
I go to move but Lucy blocks me and Vio loses his shit.
"Son of a bitch!"
Vio charges with a punch but Peter merely moves to the side and Vio's fist goes through the door. Well...There goes my security deposit on this place.
"Why so violent?"
"Fuck you!"
Vio tries to grab at him with his free hand but Peter clutches Vio's hair and pulls his head back in a painful bend.
"You are such a pain."
*BAM*
Vio's face collides with the door, most likely breaking his nose, and knocks him out. His body just hangs limply from his protruding arm.
"There. Maybe a nap will calm him down."
TK backs up to be at my side, I don't think I've seen fear on them before. Lucy, on the other hand, takes the initiative to bolt to a certain spot for a weapon.
"If you're looking for the bat, Lulu, it's not there."
I speak up and the look she shoots me is harsh.
"Where is it?!"
I don't answer as Peter strolls over to me and TK. TK attempts to block me from Peter, putting themselves between us, but I move around them much to their confusion.
"Lynsie?"
I ignore TK and Peter pats my head.
"I'll try to finish quickly, okay love? Then we can go."
"Alright. I'll get V out of the door."
"Such a sweetheart."
With no other obstacle trying to block him, Peter heads to my room for more belongings and I offer Cuddles to a confused TK.
"Hold him for me. You look like you need him."
"Uh..."
I don't let them finish and drape the tiger over their shoulder before going to collect Vio. Lucy comes over since TK is too stunned to move.
"Lynsie, where's the bat?"
I don't respond, simply focusing on trying to prop his dead weight on my back so his arm can be taken out without harm. She doesn't like this.
"Bitch, don't ignore me! Where's the fucking bat?!"
I manage to dislodge Vio from the door and bring him to the couch. Only once I've set Vio down does Lucy grab me and starts to shake me.
"Damn it, Lynsie! Snap out of it!"
The pressure...
"Do you not see what's happening?!"
The stress...
"Quit being stupid and listen to me!"
It's too much...
*slap*
TK's shocked. Lucy's stunned. I'm trembling and my hand stings. She feels her face slowly.
"...You hit me?"
Her voice sounds less like "how could you" and more like "how dare you". It pushes my buttons with enough force to make them stick down.
"This...This is why I'm leaving. I'm sick of this bullshit! Sick of everyone telling me what I can and can't do. This is my life. Mine! I don't belong to anyone and I can make my own damn choices without any of your inputs! So leave me the fuck alone. I'm done."
Peter peaks out.
"You okay, darling?"
I huff trying to calm down.
"How much more is left?"
"Not much. Maybe about six or so more passes."
"*sigh* Let me help."
I head for the room as he carries out some more things. He's been busy in here. My clothes are already crammed in old duffle bags I haven't used since I moved in. Half the boxes are gone and so is my laptop. I check the drawers, they're empty. I check under the bed, the binders are still here so I put them on the bed so they won't be forgotten.
"Lynsie?"
TK's voice makes me pause.
"I'm not apologizing."
They come over carefully and put Cuddles on the bed.
"I know you're upset. You have every right to be. We've just been butting in every chance we get. But..."
"But what? I think you've all made your points pretty clear. You all hate Peter. I don't care. I just don't care anymore."
"You saw the same thing we did, right? How he took out Vio?"
"V came at him unprovoked."
"The head bash was unnecessary."
"You know damn well V was gonna keep at it if he wasn't stopped."
"But..."
"TK, please...
My voice strains to keep from breaking.
"Don't make this harder than it needs to be."
Why do they have to make this worse? I can't handle so much in such a short time. I need time to...
Arms hold me tight and a cheek nuzzles mine.
"I don't know where you're going and I don't know why. But listen to your heart before you tell me goodbye."
I sigh.
"Using song lyrics on me?"
"If you can do it when you want to make a point, then so can I."
They know me so well. My chest hurts.
"Fine...But please let me go."
They're reluctant but do so. I start loading my arms up when they begin humming. Wait, they're not gonna sing, are they?
"Ev'ry time we say goodbye; I die a little. Ev'ry time we say goodbye; I wonder why a little. Why the Gods above me, who must be in the know. Think so little of me, they allow you to go. When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it. I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it. There's no love song finer. But how strange the change, from major to minor. Ev'ry time we say goodbye."
They're not singing, which is a shame because British accents become liquid swoon when sung, but the way they recited those lyrics...It hits harder this way. I'd like to praise TK but the looming death in the doorway is doing his best to hold himself back. Quick do something!
"Sorry, sweetie, I didn't mean to take too long."
Chills rack TK's spine as Peter steps in.
"No worries, darling. Just came to get another load. You sure you can carry all that?"
"Yep. I'm a big strong girl."
"That you are."
Considering I don't know where his vehicle is, I wait for Peter to get his load and follow him down to the curb where his van is parked. Wow, this thing does not help him seem any less messed up. The worn-down-looking grey van has its windows darkly tinted on the side and some bare minimum patchwork is done to the couple bang-ups it has, the thing is one "Free Candy" sign away from being reported by the overly paranoid.
"Really?"
"What?"
"All I'm gonna say is...new paint job."
"And what would you recommend?"
"Hmmm...Oh! The Mystery Machine from Scooby-Doo!"
He snickers and we cram more of my stuff into the van's belly. This is how things go for a couple of turns. Don eventually comes back and, other than seeing me putting my stuff in Peter's van, is not too happy about the damage to the door. Peter takes out the last of my things as Vio begins to stir and I hand Don my keys.
"Are you sure this is what you want, Lynsie?"
"If I had a grand for every time I've been asked that, I could afford to stay for the rest of the lease. But this is about more than money. I...I need to getaway. To get my head on straight."
"And ya think that fuck nugget is gonna help ya?"
Vio snarls while rubbing his probably throbbing noggin.
"Don't start. Like you're even one to talk."
"The fuck does that mean?"
"Make up your mind! You can't plead your case in having feelings for me while banging Lucy."
He flinches, either in pain or shame. I feel bad and I don't want this to be how our farewell ends, so I go to him for a tender embrace that he wasn't expecting.
"V, my guy, you mean a lot to me. I value you. I'm not cutting you out of my life. But think things through, okay?"
He holds me close.
"Please...Don't leave me."
Don't...Don't do that to me...Please.
"Vio..."
I give his brow a kiss and his eyes water while widening.
"If you need anything, I'll just be a phone call away."
It's a struggle to pull away from him, but when I do I move on to TK and hug them.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you."
"You never disappoint me."
"Don't lie. It doesn't suit you."
"...I'm going to miss you. So very much."
"Same. Dork squad for life?"
"Heh...*sniffle* You know it."
TK, my buddy, always so sweet and caring. I need to make it up to them somehow...sometime. I part from them and move to Lucy. The hug I give her is short and less emotional.
"May your future shine as bright as your smile and you continue to be the good friend I know you are."
"*scoff* Don't give me that basic bitch sap. Tell me how you really feel."
"*sigh* Okay...You can be a real cunt sometimes but you're never fake or put up with bullshit. I have mad respect for you even if you piss me off. Your loyalty is worth it. Never change, you crazy broad."
She gives a small laugh.
"Took you all this time to finally open up like that? Figures. Don't be a stranger, okay? If I text you and you leave me on read or ghost me, I'm gonna track you down and kick your ass."
I give her finger guns.
"Wouldn't have it any other way, Lulu."
And last but not least, I move to Don and pat his shoulder.
"And I think I'll miss you most of all, Scarecrow."
As much as he tries to fight it, he cracks a small smirk.
"Kid, come on..."
"Yeah, you're right."
I pull him into a side hug and pat his back.
"I've said it before and I still mean it. You're a good man, Don. A bit of an intimidating hardass, sure, but your heart is always in the right place. If you need to talk or whatever, you have my contact."
The normally emotionally closed man surprises me by reciprocating the affection, a hand on my back and one behind my head holding me to his shockingly firm chest.
"You're a good girl, Lynsie. Do not hesitate to reach out if you need help."
"Deal, you big softy."
He lets me go and I head for the door. I pause in the doorway, taking one last look at the place I once called home and the people I've cared for. God, it's taking me so much willpower not to break down into tears like the emotional bitch I am.
"I guess I should make this moment memorable. *ahem* ♪Goodnight, goodnight, until we meet again. Adios, Au Revoir, Auf Wiedersehn, 'til then. And though it's always sweet sorrow to part. You know you'll always remain in my heart. Goodnight, sleep tight, and pleasant dreams to you. Here's a wish and a prayer that every dream comes true. And now 'til we meet again...Adios, Au Revoir, Auf Wiedersehn. Goodnight!♫"
I close the door and feel my throat clench tight. I'm gonna break.
"Darling?"
Peter is at the top of the stairs. I guess the moment has come. He waits as I make my way to him.
"Everything okay? You look upset."
I shake my head.
"*meek* I hate saying goodbyes."
He puts his arm around me and we head for his van.
"Don't feel so glum, dear. Soon, we'll be enjoying our new life and you'll never have to be so stressed again."
"*meek* Okay..."
When we get there, he opens the passenger side door for me and helps me in before closing it shut. The inside isn't too bad, he keeps it decently clean with a small collection of scented pine trees on the rear-view mirror and an ashtray filled with all sorts of change. Cuddles is laying across the dashboard, as if waiting for me, I don't think twice about holding the tiger tight in my arms as Peter hops into the diver seat.
"Ready to go home?"
I nod.
"Then buckle up, darling. It's going to be a long trip."
I do as told before he starts the engine and pulls away, really sinking this in for me.
"I know you're still feeling uncomfortable."
"*meek* I don't like change. At least, not all at once."
"My poor love. Today has not been kind to you. But don't worry. I'll take care of you and ease your mind. We'll get your things in and curl up to watch a movie. You can play with Rat while I make dinner. And then we can cuddle the night away in each others' arms. How does that sound?"
That earns him a smile.
"There's that sweet smile. God, I can't wait to wake up each day to you being beside me."
I snicker.
"Have I ever told you how cute you sound when you get like this?
His cheeks burn a little.
"Awww...Is my sweetie getting flustered? How adorable."
"Darling, please, I'm trying to drive."
"Sorry, my bad. I just thought maybe you'd be happy to know you made me feel better."
"I-I am. Truly, it's good to see you're feeling like yourself again. It's just, I need to keep my eyes on the road."
I smirk.
"Fine. I'll hold off telling my boyfriend how much I love him and think he's the best thing to happen to me."
His grip on the steering wheel tightens as he bites his bottom lip with a faint whimper.
"You okay, Peter?"
"Once we get home, I'd like to show you how much I've been dying to have you all to myself."
"Oh? And just what might entail, naughty boy?"
"Trust me, darling, you'll love every moment of it to the point you won't want to leave the bed. And if you try, I'll just have to tie you down and make you stay for more."
"...You serious?"
"You wanna find out?"
The daring look in his eyes and hungry smirk tells me he's not joking.
"Well...You've put me in my place, sir."
"Not yet I have~."
My face burns and I hide in Cuddles.
"Curse you and your smooth horny ways."
He laughs at my response as he brings a hand over and places it firmly on my thigh, caressing it with such an eager motion that my body shivers.
"You curse me, yet it seems you like my horny ways. Mmmm...If you keep this up I might have to make a detour to tend to these needs."
"W-What happened to 'I need to keep my eyes on the road'?"
He purrs but removes his hand.
"True. I've waited all my life for you. I can wait three more hours."
I inwardly sigh with relief. I need to not bring out wild Peter while he's driving. That's a recipe for disaster.
*THUMP*
The van goes over a bump and the glove box opens, revealing a blood-stained knife and also stained journal...Cindy's journal. My eyes widen and breathing picks up speed, a panic attack is trying to trigger. Sensing the incoming freak out, Peter reaches over and shuts the glove box back up.
"Don't dwell on it. Think happy thoughts, darling."
My heart is racing for all the wrong reasons, I squeeze Cuddles tighter and pull my legs up to curl into a ball of discomfort in my seat.
"I know...You need a distraction."
He reaches into his vest pocket and offers me his phone.
"I have unlimited service, unlike yours. So you can watch videos or play with some games I have. The unlock code is your birthday."
Curiosity pulls my attention away from the fucked up thoughts swimming in my skull. I take his phone and tap the screen. The lock screen is a simple heart, the same one that is on his shirt. I type in my birthday digits...the seventh of November...and it unlocks. The wallpaper is eye-catching. It's a photo of him and me yet I'm sleeping, but going off how the room looks, the picture was taken before we met...the roses aren't there. What other things of this nature are on here?
"Something wrong, dear?"
But maybe that's for another time.
"No. Just admiring your wallpaper."
"I'm proud of that one. That was taken on the first night I was brave enough to get in the bed with you."
"Was that a pill night?"
"I think so? I was so excited I can't really remember."
I chuckle and open the YouTube app. I could probably put on some random let's play or crazy compilation, but since this is his account, I opt to watch some of his videos. I haven't gotten around to checking his channel out, so what better time to do it than a three-hour car ride? I know he reviews things but I don't think he's the same kind of reviewer that I usually watch like Nostalgia Critic, Caddicarus, and the Angry Video Game Nerd.
"Hello there viewers..."
"Are you watching my videos?"
I pause it.
"Is that bad? I haven't seen your stuff, so I just thought..."
"Oh, no, please do. Let me know what you think."
I nod and continue the video.
"In today's video, I'll be checking out secret menu items and letting you know if they're worth hunting down. Our first target, McDonald's, and the legendary item simply known as the McGangBang."
Well, you had my curiosity but now you have my attention.
Video Peter is like a different person. For one, he doesn't show up in video unless the video is about food or a product is bigger than his setup and needs a full demonstration. And his voice, my lord, it's like ASMR to me. It's soft and borders a soothing monotone. It lulls my weary senses to peace after what feels like an hour.
…
*clunk*
I jump a little at the sudden noise of the door opening. Probably didn't help I was leaning on it.
"Whoa, easy, darling. It's just me."
I let out a shaky breath or two.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you."
"It's fine. Got a little sleepy spooked. Heh...What's up?"
He undoes my seat belt and pulls me into his arm to be held bridal style.
"Sweetie?"
"Indulge me, my love. I've longed to carry you across the threshold."
Threshold? I rub the sleep from my eyes as he butt bumps the door shut and take in the sight while he starts walking. It's a house. Not a big one, maybe enough space for one or two people to live in, rose bushes are planted not far from the building and we approach the currently open front door. The area around us is tucked as far from the city as I could imagine. It seems his, I mean, our home is nestled in the woods. Tall thick trees sway in the wind, the calm woodland scent wafting in the air, and the ambient songs of nature...I can totally see why he lives out here. The grin he has as we enter the home is sweet and he sets me down gently on the softest sofa my body has ever had the pleasure of sitting on.
"Welcome home, darling!"
He's so excited, big smile and arm stretched. I look around and take things in. A simple but fine living room this is. My things are already stacked against the side of the sofa, a cost hanger by the door, a TV with an entertainment center loaded with movies, a coffee table with a vase of roses as a centerpiece, and a sizable tank covered with a blanket.
"*gasp* Baby noodle!"
I give Peter a begging look.
"Go ahead."
With giddy excitement I rush to the tank but try to keep calm, I don't want the vibrations to scare her. Slowly, I lift the blanket back and damn he spoils her. It's like a mini terrarium in there. And the noodle is doing a good job in blending in despite her coloration.
*click*
I look back to see Peter locking the door. He catches my gaze and I just shrug before returning to look for Rat.
"You don't mind, do you?"
"What? Locking the door? Nah, it's fine. Wouldn't want door-to-door sales wolves showing up and trying to sell us vacuum cleaners."
He snickers and makes his way up behind me.
"Haven't found her yet?"
"Noodle baby is in stealth mode."
He slides the top a little and reaches in, putting his hand down flat then tapping faintly. Then...There's movement. A little break of white gets spotted and he gently goes for it, scooping up the little snake.
"Here she is."
"Awww...Baby was shy."
He pulls Rat out and nuzzles her a little. Looking at her, Rat seems to be a western hog-nose snake. Adults grow to 30–120 cm (12–47 in) in total length but she's still a baby, so at most, she's normal chocolate bar size maybe 10-15 cm (4-6 in). They get their name from their upturned snout, which is believed to aid in digging in sandy soils. They make for easy and safe pets. Members of this genus have enlarged rear maxillary teeth, two on each side, and possess slightly toxic saliva. In a few cases involving bites, the symptoms reported have ranged from none at all to mild tingling, swelling, and itchy skin. Nevertheless, they are generally considered to be very harmless to humans. The bulk of their diet is made up of rodents and lizards, with some specializing in feeding on toads, having an immunity to the toxins that toads secrete.
"Wanna hold her?"
I hold my palms open together and he brings her close. Her little tongue flicking on my skin is making it hard not to giggle. I don't want to make her feel weird. Typically a docile snake though known to be highly defensive in some individuals, if threatened or perceiving a threat, they may flatten their neck much like a cobra, hiss, and make 'mock' or 'bluff' strikes if harassed, which are strikes made at an intruder but with a closed mouth. Subsequently, even when further harassed, they will never bite as a self-defense mechanism, but will instead usually resort to playing dead. Although it is more common that it will flatten its head, some individuals may puff up, filling the throat with air. This is more normal with adolescent males. ...I watched way too many animal documentaries.
She's slow to make up her mind. Are my hands not warm enough? Do they smell something off? Is my vibe bad? I'm being rejected by the baby!
"There she goes..."
A few small slithers and she's mine. My heart wants to explode. The cool belly scales trick my brain into thinking they feel different than what they are even while knowing that. The mind is dumb as hell.
"See? I knew she'd like you."
"I have been accepted by the baby! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
I kiss the top of Rat's head and Peter takes her back, mustn't overexcite the baby.
"I'm so glad you're here, darling. You make this house feel like a home."
"I'm glad to be here too. I know I'll still need to adjust to being here, but it'll be much easier than what I was used to. I...I don't have to try so hard just to scrape by now. I can start making videos again. Maybe work on some story ideas. Heck, I might get back into drawing. And I have you to thank for that."
He scoops me up under my arms holds me high.
"No thanks needed, my love. You being with me is all I could ask for. Though..."
His hands let me slip so I slide down his arms and he catches me in his embrace.
"If you really want to thank me, I do accept tokens of affection. Preferably kisses~."
His tone drops to a more seductive growl. Does naughty boy think he has full access to this dungeon on level three? Oh no no no...He still needs level grinding to be ready. More like, till I'm ready.
"As you wish."
I cup his face and begin pecking little kisses across his blushing cheeks. How quickly he morphs from a lustful man to a flustered mush boy is never going to stop being the cutest thing to me.
"Look at you. You, who utters such things that would make Zeus and Aphrodite blush, made a humbled mess as Tethys would make of her beloved Oceanus."
He looks as though he's at his limit of cute so I let him go to calm down.
"By the way...*huff* Who are Tethys and Oceanus? I heard of Zeus and Aphrodite before."
"Oh, Oceanus and Tethys were one of the few monogamous couples on the family tree of the immortals of ancient Greek Mythology. I won't bore you with the long history, but Oceanus was the son of Ouranos and Gaea the sky and earth, making him the original sea god before Poseidon. His consort was his sister Tethys, who purportedly gave birth to the chief rivers of the world known to the Greeks, such as the Nile, the Alpheus, the Maeander, and about 3,000 or so daughters called the Oceanids. Each Oceanid was assigned a particular body of water, pasture, or cloud."
He stares wide-eyed.
"I did tell you I majored in Greek Mythology."
"He had 3,000 kids...with his sister?"
"The immortals were immune to such genetic woes like incestuous inbreeding. Their blood was golden and poisonous to mere mortals. And when looking for love, if you are immortal, would it not make sense to also wed another such as yourself?"
"I mean...I guess. But still, that's family. It's..."
"Extremely gross and uncomfortable?"
"Yeah."
"It's best not to think about it. Most aren't porking their siblings. Just aunts, uncles, and cousins. Mt. Olympus! The Alabama of Heavens."
"Why would you study that?"
"I like the stories and the gods weren't OP perfect beings. They were flawed and very human for what they were. There were ones you could love, ones you could hate, ones you felt bad for, and others you wish were kicked in the nuts. And the creatures...I could go on for days."
He holds my hands.
"Would you tell me more?"
"You want to hear me ramble on about it? Wasn't it making you feel weird?"
"Darling, I can listen to you gush about your passions for as long as you have breath in your lungs."
Now it's my turn to be a blushing fool. He spares me a little bit, kissing my knuckles with a cheeky grin.
"Let's get you unpacked and you can tell me all about the myths."
"Maybe not all about them. We're talking thousands of years of lore and multiple interpretations with some aspects even lost to time."
"That's fine. Do your best."
And...yeah...It goes as simple as that. Moving things from the living room, to his bedroom, putting things away and then repeating, all while I drone on about ancient lore while occasionally answering the random questions he gives me. It's nice. The questions are real ones and not just about the weird sex stuff like Lucy would drill for. There's only so much going into the insanity that is Zeus's sex life even I can take. I do have to pause the chatter when he finds my old yearbooks and I have to pry them from his hands, reminding him of our little deal, pictures for pictures. I don't think he was expecting me to remember that, probably so he'd avoid talking to his family for photos. He caves though and I have to find a spot to hide them from his snooping ways later. It's rather convenient that he had a second wardrobe that wasn't being used, totally not like he got it because he figured I'd be here at some point, the lovable dork. It's a nice one too, has looks of places to put things in and isn't just a giant open space like a closet.
"Well? What do you think?"
"Not bad. Gonna need something to stuff my books and stories into, but at least the majority is put away."
"Have you tried out the bed?"
I look over at it.
"King-sized?"
"Soft foam mattress, fresh fluffy pillows, lots of room for snuggling..."
I think he's learned some pitches from the sales wolves.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
I'm not up for some couple fun time yet. I change the subject.
"Where do you make your videos? I don't see your setup."
He blinks a few times.
"Oh. Down the hall. We can put your laptop there if you want."
"Sweet. Maybe we can record together sometime."
His eyes light up.
"Like cross-channel collaborations?"
I shrug.
"Sure. You can play games with me or provide extra commentary on my vids. And I'll help you test stuff on yours. Win-win."
The idea takes a moment to work its way through his head.
"You'll really help with my testing?"
I throw my hands up.
"Nothing super crazy, okay? I draw the line of random naughty shit that will border the porn line. I'm trying to get monetized."
He cocks his eyes.
"You play suggestive dating sims."
"That's only a tiny fraction of my content."
"You subscriber milestone game list is nothing but porn games."
"There is nothing porn related about I Love You, Colonel Sanders: A Finger-Lickin' Good Dating Simulator."
He snickers and leads me out of the bedroom.
"You're too cute sometimes, I swear."
"You love it when I'm cute."
"Oh you know I do."
He stops in the kitchen but ushers me away to the living room.
"But I can help."
"No no. I said I will make dinner. You sit your cute butt down and spend some time with our baby."
I can't take that seriously, laughing to myself while doing as he wanted. I get the remote for the stereo and sit my butt down by Rat's tank.
"Hey there, baby girl. Hope You don't mind me being here and taking his attention. I promise you won't be left out. I shall spoil you just as much."
I click the stereo on.
"Now let's see...What can we zone out to?"
I lower the bass and heighten the treble. No need to freak baby noodle out with loud shaky vibrations. I flip through radio stations till something sounds fine...I Ran by A Flock of Seagulls.
"♪I walked along the avenue. I never thought I'd meet a girl like you. Meet a girl like you. With auburn hair and tawny eyes. The kind of eyes that hypnotize me through. Hypnotize me through. And I ran, I ran so far away. I just ran, I ran all night and day. I couldn't get away...♫"
"You have great taste, darling."
"It's what I grew up on. Gotta love the 80s."
"♪A cloud appears above your head. A beam of light comes shining down on you. Shining down on you. The cloud is moving nearer still. Aurora borealis comes in view. Aurora comes in view. And I ran, I ran so far away. I just ran, I ran all night and day. I couldn't get away...♫"
I shut my eyes and sway to beat.
"♪Reached out a hand to touch your face. You're slowly disappearing from my view. 'Pearing from my view. Reached out a hand to try again. I'm floating in a beam of light with you. A beam of light with you. And I ran, I ran so far away. I just ran, I ran all night and day. And I ran, I ran so far away. I just ran, I couldn't get away.♫"
Such wonderful instrumental bits. Really gives time for the mind to wander.
"You sure you don't want my help, dear?"
"You're fine, darling. Everything is okay in here."
Wonder what he's making. Another song tunes in...I Want You to Want Me by Cheap Trick.
"I want you to want me...♪I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'd love you to love me. I'm beggin' you to beg me. I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'd love you to love me. I'll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt. I'll get home early from work if you say that you love me. Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'. Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'd love you to love me. I'm beggin' you to beg me. I'll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt. I'll get home early from work if you say that you love me. Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'. Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?♫"
The guitar solo breaks the lyrics but only for the shortest of pauses.
"♪Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'. Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'd love you to love me. I'm beggin' you to beg me. I want you to want me. I want you to want me. I want you to want me. I want you to want me.♫"
"Hey, darling..."
"Yes, sweetie?"
"Would you kindly sing for me?"
"I suppose I do owe you some tunes."
The next song begins...When Dove's Cry by Prince...There's a bit of a clatter in the kitchen and I snicker.
"♪Dig if you will the picture. Of you and I engaged in a kiss. The sweat of your body covers me. Can you my darling? Can you picture this? Dream, if you can, a courtyard. An ocean of violets in bloom. Animals strike curious poses. They feel the heat. The heat between me and you. How can you just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold) Maybe I'm just too demanding. Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold. Maybe you're just like my mother. She's never satisfied. (she's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other? This is what it sounds like. When doves cry.♫"
There's a shuffle nearby so I give a peek up at the man looking back down at me flushed. I pat the spot next to me and he sits as I continue with the song.
"♪Touch if you will my stomach. Feel how it trembles inside. You've got the butterflies all tied up. Don't make me chase you. Even doves have pride. How could you just leave me standing? Alone in a world so cold? (World so cold) Maybe I'm just too demanding. Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold. Maybe you're just like my mother. She's never satisfied. (she's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other? This is what it sounds like. When doves cry.♫"
There isn't much of a pause here but I don't get to continue anyway. He's on me before I know it and my eyes flutter at the intrusion of his tongue. I give in, holding him close and he situates himself between my legs.
"♪How can you just leave me standing. Alone in a world that's so cold? (A world that's so cold) Maybe I'm just too demanding. (maybe, maybe I'm like my father) Maybe I'm just like my father too bold. (you know he's too bold) Maybe you're just like my mother. (maybe you're just like my mother) She's never satisfied. (she's never, never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other? (Why do we scream, why) This is what it sounds like. When doves cry. When doves cry. (doves cry, doves cry) When doves cry. (doves cry, doves cry) Don't cry. (don't cry)♫"
He finds the remote haphazardly and shuts the stereo off, making sure there are no distractions. Though a thought does bug me.
"Sweetie...*smooch* What happened...*smooch* to dinner?"
"After...*smooch* I need you...*smooch* Need your love...*smooth* Then we eat."
"In font...*smooch* of the baby? *smooch*"
"We won't do...*smooch* anything too scary...*smooch* for her."
He breaks the making out to get up, re-cover Rat's tank and pulls me over to the sofa where he begins to undo my pants.
"Wait, what are you doing?"
"Nothing we haven't done before, darling."
My pants fall and he turns me around to be bent over the arm of the sofa. I hear him undo his own before moving on top of me.
"Is this what's gonna happen every time I sing? Or were you under the sex spell of Prince?"
"Yes~."
"That didn't answer th- *gasp*!"
His teeth sink into that weak spot on my neck and any resistance dissipates. Feeling me relax, he encircles my waist in his arms and his hips begin to grind on my ass. Is this what life with him will be like? Sweet loving domestic living sprinkled with random heated fooling around...With no interruptions from anyone? Oh...Oh yeah...I can get used to this. I know he is. And he really loves what he can get my body to do when under his whims. All it takes is some tender affection given to my neck and the needy feel of his hands exploring parts only he gets to touch to make me putty he can mold with ease.
"*groan* F-Fuuuuck...Just like that, darling...*moan* Keep rocking those hips for me~."
"Mmmmmm...Keep doing what you doing with your hands and you have a deal."
"Oh? Someone's getting bolder...I like it~."
One hand palms my chest and the other teases its way lower to slip past my underwear then dips into me. He purrs deeply, almost a growl, rattling me to my core.
"You're sooooo wet already...*shudder* Do I really make you feel that good?"
Does he need verbal vindication? Are the mewlings he draws from the depths of my soul not enough? His fingers graze my clit and he gets his answer. My back arches, hands gripping sofa cushions, with the neediest cry. He doesn't move after that. I don't move either. Awkwardness sets in.
"...Sorry?"
He's suddenly off me and anxiety begins creeping in...Only to be flipped over on my back and underwear pulled around my ankles.
"P-Peter?"
"Forgive me, sun spot. Seems I'll just be cooking for you tonight."
"Why?"
He crouches down out of sight before popping his head back up with my knees on his shoulder, his hands taking firm hold of my things.
"Because I'm about to eat you out for dinner~."
I'm embarrassed but can't stop laughing at the cheese that line was till a sudden leg lick makes me yelp in surprise.
"You won't be laughing by the time I'm done."
Bold words my love...Oh, how you embolden me.
"Well threaten me with a good time why don'tcha."
His eyes widen for a second before half lidding into a predatory gaze to match his hungry grin.
"I love you so damn much~."
He kisses his way down my thigh, moving closer and closer to where unbelievable heat has pooled. I watch inquisitively as he touches without hesitation, without disgust or haste, he kisses in places no mouth has ever gone been before. He worships my body in ways I never believed to be possible. He pauses, warm breath hitting me in deep breathy huffs.
"Is this okay?"
Even when right on the edge he holds back till given the okay. How can I deny such a request?
"I can't say no to you, sweetie. Please...Enjoy me."
He coos with joy.
"You're so incredible. So gorgeous. Just for me. All for me...Only mine..."
He kisses at the very edge of my leg, so close to my sex that I flinch from the sensation. He wraps his arms around my thighs now to keep them under better control. Then...contact is made.
Peter's tongue is super sensitive for him, but at this moment, I might as well be the one that's feeling ultra-sensitive. This is the first time he's done this! Why is he so good?! His tongue traces along the lips until he presses further in. My moans hitch ever so often as nerves flare at new touches. Instinct demands I clutch onto something, anything, just the need to grab. The cushions beside and above me feel the sting of my vice-like grip. He sucks on my clit and my head lulls back with a sharp groan, eyes closed, unable to focus on anything but his mouth.
"Oooh...P-Peter...*shudder*"
I feel his lips curl in a smile against me, tongue swirling at sensitive areas that are making me squirm and only held in place by his strong arms. My uttering of his name seems to earn a reward of sorts. His tongue sweeps firmly across my folds before reaching my clit and carefully biting it. The shrill garbled sound that hurts my throat nearly makes him stop in fear, but...
"*whimper* F-Fuuuuck...I l-love you..."
Hearing that wipes away any fear or doubt in his mind.
"Heh...I love you too, darling. But if you're still able to talk, then I'm not doing it right. Ready for the real fun~?"
"*shudder* W-What?"
He frees my right leg and his left hand disappears from my sight, the only clue to what he's doing with it is the feel of his body moving faintly.
"Be a good girl for me and try not to crush my head. Or do. Death by these squishy pillows would be a very good way to go out."
"D-Don't say such silly things. I need yoooooooh~"
My words blur into a moan as his long tongue slithers deep inside me. My heels press into his back trying to bring him closer and he heeds the signal. He pushes his tongue completely inside me, forcing the space to accommodate the girthy intruder even as my walls squeeze around it, swirling to taste every inch in search of places to tease.
A frustrated wince escapes me when he pulls his tongue out. The sound of fapping reaches my ears.
"Lord, I love how you taste. Sweeter than any candy. *growl* I'm already addicted to your flavor."
"*whimper* P-Peter...please..."
"Yes, you're right. I'm sorry, sun spot. No more teasing. Only pleasure~."
His mouth closes around my clit, sucking and nipping at the swollen bud. He's driving me mad. Every little action, all the sounds he makes, the sweet passionate care. My mind is utterly lost to everything that isn't him. All the thought my brain can focus on is centered around release and how to help get it. Letting go of cushions, my hands find new targets in the form of my breasts, pawing and rolling my fingers over the excited nipples hidden under clothing. He purrs heatedly as my hips try to gyrate into him, so he pulls away from my clit to resume tongue fucking me, making sure his nose brushes into the sensitive bud every time he moves in and out. Then I feel it. The sense of intense heat rushing through my body and building up in my lower stomach.
"*moans* P-Pete...Peter...P-Peter...Peeeetteeeerrr..."
"Cum for me Lynsie~."
His words are muffled into me, his tongue working me hard and bumping into what feels like my cervix. Something in me is touched just right by that long exploring tongue of his and I come undone. My body trembles and pulses around him as I climax, his name on repeat from my lips. He doesn't stop at my release, licking up the juices that were running from my core as my vision goes black for a moment. Small aftershocks run through me as he gently pulls out, licking up as much of me as he can. My eyes are closed as I attempt to focus on controlling my unsteady breathing, my fingers locked on my heaving chest. The sight of me being brought to oblivion has him collapse to the floor with a thud, the faint sound of wet slapping and primal moans lasts for a bit till there's a much louder sound. Then silence.
"*weary* D-Darling..."
"*weak* Ye...Yeah?"
My mouth is so dry from panting.
"*weary* Seeing you come apart like that for me...was the most amazing thing ever."
"*weak* Sounds like...you had a good time...I'm glad."
"*weary* Did you? Enjoy it I mean."
"*weak* Sweetie...I can't feel my legs...F-Fuck yeah, it was good."
He laughs but it becomes coughing. Seems his throat is also dry.
"*weary* We're such a mess."
"*weak* A good mess?"
"*weary* No...A hot one."
"*weak* Heh...Dork."
There's that drained feeling like from the other night. I'm not gonna last long. Probably didn't help that all I had today was a single energy drink in the morning.
"*weak* Gonna take...a small nap...That okay?"
"*weary* Yeah. Gimme a moment to get my strength back. Then I'll finish cooking and feed you."
"*weak* Cool...Love ya...sweetness..."
I go limp and let everything fade away.
…
True to his word, Peter wakes me maybe an hour into my nap and brought me something to put in my belly. I'm grateful he fixed my clothes and moved me to sleep in a better position, it would've sucked to be sore after all that.
"How is it?"
"*sleepy* It's good."
I still sound tired and my body tries to nod off again.
"Here, let me do it. At this rate, you'll face plant into the plate."
"*sleepy* Sorry."
"Oh, no apologies needed, darling. You're not used to finishing and the sleepiness it brings. But you'll get used to it the more we fool around."
"*sleepy* You no sleepy?"
"Nope. I'm used to it. Though you helping me cum makes the orgasm hit way stronger than when I do it myself."
"*sleepy* Really?"
"Trust me, there's a difference. You turn me on so easily, it's hard not to give in and touch myself. Especially when I'd be in your closet and you’d come back from a shower in nothing but a towel...*coos* Just going about your business like it was nothing. And you'd be like that for hours. Practically begging me to come to you. *deeper* I'd imagine making myself known to you right there then pleasuring you till your bed broke and the whole building knew who was making you feel so good by how loud you were screaming my name...*shuddering whimper* ...Damn it, I'm hard again."
"*sleepy giggle*"
My drained body craves for me to give in to gravity. I lean back and let him spoon-feed me. A simple light meal, but good nonetheless, some scrambled eggs and toast with grape jelly. It's been so long since I had something so basic yet so good.
"Do you want more?"
My mind tries to shake my head but my body refuses to do it.
"Darling?"
Gravity wins out and I tip over, my head landing on his lap, making him rather flustered.
"O-Okay...uh...You're not making this any easier for me."
I give him a small nuzzle and he stiffens up
"*sleepy* Mine..."
I can feel the world slipping again. But I do hear him speak into my ear.
"Yours...All yours~."
Gentle petting lulls me as I return to unconsciousness.
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After writing this as a gift for @lire-casander I... we have decided to keep writing the story, I have so much to tell.
Title: The night took a wrong path
Summary: After the encounter with the two policemen, TK and Carlos have to think about what to do. TK wants to denounce, Carlos for his part only wants to protect him, even if it means putting his own integrity at risk.
"What do you mean you don't want to report?" asked TK as soon as he closed the front door, his tone of voice a little more aggressive than he would have liked to use. "Babe. Those two bastards would have... I don't know what they would have done to you if I didn't show up, and something tells me they didn't seem to have much intention of letting us go. We have to... you have to report them."
Carlos walked silently to the couch, but instead of sitting down he kept walking to the window. TK followed him, she knew him well enough to know that Carlos wasn't the most talkative person in the world, but so much silence wasn't normal either.
He wrapped his arms around his waist from behind and kissed his neck pressing herself as tightly against him as she could.
"I'm sorry, my love. When my head gets hot I don't think straight." Almost without realizing it, he squeezed Carlos' body tighter and not shivering was complicated. "When I saw you there, against the wall and those two guys... I got really scared, I'm still scared."
Carlos turned around and took TK's cheeks between his hands.
"Did you get scared my boy? TK, I've seen their faces when they saw you. They would have been capable of anything. They would have hurt you very badly and I can't let that happen again."
"Is that why you don't want to report? You can't always think about protecting me, baby. It's pissed them off that you're a cop, that you're not perfectly white like them, and that you're gay. The only problem I've ever posed for them is being your boyfriend. Who's more exposed to danger with those people around, you or me?"
Carlos answered by hugging TK until he could hardly breathe and pushed him down onto the bed, in between kisses and caresses. TK burst out laughing, he liked his boyfriend's way of trying to throw him off the scent so as not to talk about something uncomfortable, but at the same time he knew they had to talk about it.
If it wasn't for the fact that Carlos was the most persuasive man TK had ever met in his life when their bodies touched the bed, he would have been able to continue the discussion to convince Carlos that it was a good idea to report his fellow cops.
Fortunately, Carlos had the next day off so he was able to rest and recover from the bruises to avoid questions at the police station. TK, however, had a night shift at the firehouse.
"Have you thought about using some makeup base to cover up..." TK poked his head out of the bathroom to look at Carlos who was reading on the couch with a bottle of beer on the table. "What's wrong?"
"You never told me you wore makeup," TK said with a smile that tried to hide a laugh. "Is there something you haven't told me, Carlos? Because I didn't make you sel type who wears make up base or eyeliner."
Carlos threw a cushion at TK, which he avoided with no trouble.
"So you don't have a personal stash of makeup and wigs for your old shows of...?"
"TK! I'm serious."
TK walked back out of the bathroom and made his way to the couch, wrapped his arms around Carlos' neck from the back and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"Me too. Because if you're going to be performing next year on RuPaul Drag Race, I want to be the first to know."
Carlos stared at him, grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down to lay on the couch on top of him.
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for @maltrie21 who asked for 21 for tarlos
tags: high school au, underage drinking
21. close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams [ao3]
Carlos was wasted.
TK laughed and kept him steady as he led him out the front door of the party and very slowly to his car. Carlos stumbled and giggled and made sure to tell TK he was pretty at least twice one the walk there. For Carlos’ sake, TK would keep all that to himself, though he would enjoy every moment of it.
“Hold on,” TK said, holding him by the belt loop as he opened the passenger side door and carefully pushed his head down so he wouldn’t hit it as he climbed in. He took a breather once Carlos was safely in the seat.
For all intents and purposes, TK was still the new kid. He’d only been in Austin for two months and he still had yet to make friends. Not for lack of anyone trying, but he had made sure to make a bad impression. He was stubborn and a little annoying and loud.
But then there was Carlos.
He was quite sure Carlos hated his guts at one point. He was loud and brash and Carlos was quiet and smart‒there was an obvious clash of personalities there. But TK couldn’t let it go, couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t stop wanting him to just look at him. It was so stupid but TK had seen him smile once and that was it for him.
Carlos had been a bit tougher to crack.
After a solid month of slowly pestering him in any way he knew how to just get him to pay attention, TK actually got him to be his partner for a stupid science project. Something about studying mold on different types of bread. TK very pointedly offered to write the essay so Carlos would lean over his shoulder when he typed.
That has made it grow from a little casual infatuation into a full blown crush. He liked the way Carlos smiled, the way he was driven, the way he had ambitions, the way he laughed, the way he looked at TK like he hated him and yet couldn’t look away all at once. It was intoxicating and TK hardly knew what to do with himself.
After their project was done, TK needed an excuse to hang out with him again and it just so happened to be the weekend of some party who talked to TK during math occasionally. He’d invited Carlos and he’d said yes and it sounded like a good idea. That being said, Carlos had very clearly not enjoyed the experience. Well, he hadn’t enjoyed it up to the point he got his hand on alcohol so that he could enjoy it. Carlos had the unforeseen consequence of being a total fucking lightweight, however, and now TK was thankful he hadn’t drank too much.
“TK,” Carlos said as he climbed into the driver’s side.
“Yes, your highness?” TK teased. Carlos smiled that pretty smile, the one that made it impossible to believe that the guy didn’t have a billion guys and girls alike fawning over him. How did they not swoon in the hallways?
“Are you taking me home now?” he asked.
“Yeah, that was the plan.”
“Can we… not take me home?” Carlos wondered. TK’s eyebrows pulled together and he couldn’t help but smile at this very, very light mischievous streak.
“Depends. Where would you like to go?” TK wondered, leaning into the center console. Carlos was already leaning in and it brought them nearly nose to nose. It was much closer than when he’d looked over his shoulder.
“I don’t know,” Carlos said, “Somewhere not home. I wanna hang out with you.”
“We’ve hung out all night, you’re not tired?” TK laughed. Truly, he would’ve loved to hang out with him longer. However, it did objectively sound like a bad idea while he was drunk. He should just take him home.
“Nooo, I’m definitely not tired, I’m fine,” Carlos insisted. TK huffed a laugh and scanned his eyes over him. He was gorgeous. It was extremely unfair.
“Okay. I know a place.”
“Cool. Let’s go.”
TK didn’t actually know a definitive place, but he figured if he drove around long enough, Carlos would start to tire out and want to go home. As much as he wanted to be around him he didn’t feel like pushing too many boundaries by being too close while he was drunk. He still wasn’t entirely sure on how Carlos felt about him. As much as he wanted it to be a romantic thing, he wasn’t sure yet.
“TK, can you drive with one hand?” Carlos asked. TK peaked over at him, smiling softly. He was so ridiculously adorable.
“Yeah. Why? You want my hand for something?” TK wondered, teasing just enough to get out a soft hum of amusement. He heard Carlos shifting and that was when he decided maybe he should park. You know, just to see how cute he looked.
“Maybe,” Carlos said, “Can I see it?”
“Yeah, just be careful. Don’t want it flying out the window or anything, you’ll have to be the one to go and find it,” TK said, holding out his right hand. He didn’t have to be looking at him to know he rolled his eyes.
“You’re so…” Carlos said, trailing off as he slowly traced over TK’s fingers. He slotted his fingers in with his after a moment. TK took a deep breath and tried to have completely normal feelings about that.
His new persona at school was that he was a bad boy. That was the goal he set when he moved here, that’s who he decided he was going to be. Bad boys don’t get flustered when someone holds their hand.
But Carlos’ hand was so warm.
“I’m so what?” TK asked.
Carlos took a deep breath. “You’re so much. ”
And that was very much not what TK wanted to hear. Still, he managed not to pull his hand away and waited for some sort of elaboration.
“You just come to my school and mess everything up. I’m not supposed to date anyone until I graduate. That’s the plan. That’s seven months away. But, here you are, loud and cute and flirtatious and,” Carlos paused, circling his fingertips around TK’s knuckles, “And I kinda wanna risk it all.”
“Would it really be a risk?” TK asked, keeping his voice slow and controlled. He never wanted to be the reason anyone felt the need to go out of their comfort zone. He didn’t want to actually mess anything up for him.
“No. Maybe. I don’t know,” Carlos said, “I don’t know. I’m hoping it won't be, but I don’t know.”
“I mean, you don’t have to come out to anyone really. I’m interested in you regardless and it’s no one’s business what we do,” TK said, admitting it out loud because apparently they were talking about that.
He pulled into the parking lot of a playground, parking his car and looking at Carlos. He was looking at the moon.
“You’re interested in me?” Carlos asked, slowly looking at him. His eyes were tired and unfocused and they really should be having this conversation when he was sober.
“I’m very, very interested in you,” TK smiled, reaching out with his free hand to poke his cheek. Carlos rolled his eyes but his smile took over his face. It was such a good smile. “What’s not to like?”
“A lot, probably. You’re cool,” Carlos said, pouting slightly. TK was absolutely endeared.
“I’m really not that cool,” he insisted. Carlos scrunched up his nose and shook his head.
“I don’t even care about coming out, I just need to focus on school. I-I need to go to college and do things. Important things,” Carlos said, insistent and vague and fumbling a little over his words. TK took a deep breath.
“What if… we talked about this when you’re not drunk?” TK suggested.
“I’m not drunk!”
“Mhm, okay.”
“Ugh,” Carlos sighed, sinking into his seat and looking back towards the moon. He was pouting and adorable and TK was infatuated even more. “Okay, fine, we’ll talk when you’re not drunk.”
TK laughed, “I’m not drunk.”
“That’s what they all say,” Carlos insisted. TK grinned so wide it almost hurt and he wanted to kiss him more than he had anyone probably ever. But he was drunk and that wasn’t how he wanted his first kiss with him to go. He wanted sparks and he wanted Carlos to remember.
“Let’s take you home, okay?”
“Okay.”
TK let him keep his hand as he backed up and headed towards the exit. He was more than a little excited about this whole thing and he most likely wasn’t going to get any sleep, but that was fine. Carlos liked him. Liked him enough to want to break the dumb rules he set for himself.
The ride to Carlos’ house was short, but he stopped on the way to get him some water and urged him to drink it before he went inside. TK still got out and helped him to the door just in case.
“Are your parents going to be pissed?” TK asked. Carlos took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes with his fists because he was adorable like that.
“I think it’ll be okay. They should be asleep,” Carlos said, “And maybe they’ll be happy that I actually did something for once.”’
“Okay,” TK laughed, still keeping his hand on his waist to steady him as Carlos reached into his pocket for his keys. He moved slow to keep his hand steady, though he still missed the lock about five times before he actually got it. “Are you gonna be able to make it to your room?”
“Yeah. Thank you,” Carlos said, twisting the doorknob
“Thank you for coming out with me.”
Carlos smiled sweetly at him before leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.
“I wanted to. Goodnight, TK.”
“Goodnight.”
TK stood on the front porch for a long time just smiling dumbstruck before he was able to convince himself to go to his car.
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Blanc Noise - Chapter One
AO3 / FFN
Summary:
It first began with the feeling of being watched and the flicker of shadows.
Then along came missing items being returned in the most odd places.
Soon it was the glimpses of blue eyes in the darkness and a silhouette of white that haunted her.
Marinette thought she saved him, that she saved her Chat Noir from the dystopian timeline.
She was wrong...oh so wrong...
A/N: Wassup mah d00ds! I hope you're all doing well and everything! Anyways, on tumblr, I made a quick AU of 'What if Chat Blanc comes back but as a ghost?' and it got lots of positive attention hence I decided to start a full fledged story. After all, I am a fucking slut for Mariblanc~ Big thanks to my good friend @/gale-of-the-nomads for the title name (sometimes, he has a good idea or two despite the amount of terrible puns he spews lol). Nevertheless, enjoy!
P.S: The story takes place after the episode: Ladybug. Therefore, Maître Fu is still around, the love square is still going strong and Ladybug is not the guardian. Additionally, I've tweaked the timeline. The duo have now started their final year in collège in September (the events of Ladybug happened just before the summer holidays). Do I make myself clear? Good. Have fun!
Song listened to whilst writing: White Silence - TK from Ling tosite sigure
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"MmmMhmm! That smells amazing! What have brought this time, My Lady?" The feline hero leapt to his feet, faux ears and tails wiggling with delight and pupils dilating with elation. Ladybug laughed softly at her endearing partner, sitting down on their favourite beam of the Eiffel Tower and beckoning the boy to come closer, wiggling the Tupperware in her hand teasingly. Chat Noir didn't hesitate to scurry towards her, plopping down on the spot opposite the heroine as she placed the container in his greedy hands.
If he wasn't such a gentleman, he would have immediately tore off the lid and scarfed the delectable goodies down his throat like the alley cat his Lady proclaimed him to be.
"Guess." Ladybug humoured him. "And before you ask, the clue is that it's a savoury dish this time. Don't shake it up too much." She playfully took it away from him and then placed it on the spot between them, grinning as Chat's face scrunched up into a thinking expression.
Lips pursed, eyes narrowed and arms folded.
Absolutely adorable.
"Hm...it can't be steamed garlic prawns. You brought that yesterday." Noir mused. "And it doesn't smell like duck pancakes either." He added, scrutinising the mystery within the container.
"You mean the Běijīng kǎoyā? Not after that horrible heartburn it gave you last week." Ladybug cheekily flicked his forehead, earning an annoyed grunt from him.
"Geez no need to flex on the Chinese, Mlle. I don't know a lick of Mandarin." He tried to swat away Ladybug's hands when she attempted to poke him for making fun of her, chuckling at her mock angry face. "Okay okay! I'll behave- the heartburn was worth it by the way~ I started to crave for more days after, hahaha-"
"I know SOME Mandarin, stupid!"
"Insults and crude words do not count, My Lady."
"Just guess the food in the Tupperware already or else I won't share!" Her threat froze the black cat comically. Chat quickly blabbered out apologies, clearing his throat and then eyed the container again. The sound of his stomach rumbling broke the silence, embarrassing the hero whilst his partner barely kept in her snickers.
"Vermicelli rolls?"
"Nope."
"Kung-Pao chicken?"
"Nah."
"...wontons?"
"You're getting closer,"
"Agh...okay from when I shook it, it sounded quite hard and crispy so..." He carefully shook the container once more, ears pressed against the cool surface as he tried his best to identify the treasures. Finally, an idea struck him, evident in the way his faux ears and tail shot upwards. "Aha! Spring rolls! It's spring rolls, isn't it?" His face looked like one who won the lottery and Ladybug couldn't help but coo internally.
He was such a dork.
"That's right, Chaton. Now, if you guess the correct fillings, I'll let you have some." Ladybug added nonchalantly, eating up the way Chat spluttered and the frazzled gestures he made, eyes begging to let him have the treats already.
"Oh come on! You're not that cruel, Bug." He pouted but didn't attempt to snatch away the container. He directed his beady glare at his Lady, arms folded. "...La-aaaaady-bu-uuuuug..." He whined.
"Just kidding~ Here, Bon appétit ," Ladybug didn't waste time, tearing off the lid and beckoning Chat to take some of the spring rolls. The boy's eyes widened at the sight of the delicious looking treats.
The pastry was golden and crisp, the size of each roll were consistent and big enough to finish in three bites and the enticing, spicy scent made the feline salivate.
And, they were still piping hot.
Hell yeah, Bon appétit indeed!
Without hesitation, Chat took a bite, unaware of Ladybug's anticipating look.
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"Holy shit...I'm in heaven..." The teen blurted out, eyeing his spring roll with a tearful look, as if it was too beautiful for him to eat. He shoved the whole pastry in his mouth, moaning in delight without a shame whilst his Lady's tinkling giggles was like music to his ears.
What a way to spend the last evening of summer before school.
A beautiful summer night, a beautiful lady and amazing food! 'Yes, this cat is content for life,' He purred to himself, smiling at his partner as she offered him another roll.
"Thank dieu you enjoyed it. I wasn't too sure if you were going to be keen on the secret ingredient I mixed in with the vegetables." Ladybug twirled her roll, cheeks ever so slightly flushed with happiness.
"Is it that exotic spicy scent that I've been smelling this whole time?"
"Yes. Maman's friend who's from the south-east gave her these homegrown naga-chillies. They're really, really hot on their own but without the seeds, they're bearable to me and make the vegetable filling taste so good." She bit into her roll as if to emphasise her point. She was blind to the way Chat Noir watched her with a pleasant, fulfilled smile.
The warmth that pulsed in his stomach provoked his heart to skip a few beats or so- a standard reaction that the love of his life always gave him.
'I wish you would be mine forever...' His unsaid words were left floating in the back of his head as he nibbled on his food.
The duo spent the rest of the night laughing, joking, exchanging bizarre stories without giving away their civilian lives and before they knew it, it was midnight.
"Uh-oh...I'm turning into a pumpkin! Save me!" Chat Noir wailed dramatically, curling up into a ball and leaning against Ladybug. Her hearty laughter grew in volume, the girl clutching her stomach as she gasped for a breath only for Chat to join her with his contagious laugh.
Soon, they calmed down.
With the calm came the thoughts.
The crescent of the moon shone like a beacon. The temperature of the summer air started to cool and the beautiful city lights below shone like diamonds.
The two were hesitant to leave, wanting to prolong their last summer night. The older of two wanted to spend as much time as he wanted with the girl he loved.
The younger on the other hand?
She wanted to keep him happy and close.
After all,
She would rather die than fail her partner again and let him be akumatised.
Little did she know how potent her sadness was. The atmosphere turned tense in a flip of a switch, sending shivers down Chat's spine and he was quick to glance at his now, forlorn looking Lady. As if they didn't just have a laughing fit and a mini picnic.
It was that damn empty, distant looking face again.
The boy under the mask absolutely despised it.
He would do anything to get rid of it.
"You know I'm always here for you, Bug." He placed his hands on her forearms, beckoning her to look at him. Ladybug refused to meet eye contact so he tilted her chin up with a finger, delivering a soft, sad grimace. "It's been months now and yet you wouldn't tell me what happened. Did you think acting more sweet around me would distract me from your tears?"
The girl hadn't noticed her eyes were watering till her Chaton pointed it out and wiped away a stray tear. She knew he was much more smarter and perceptive than most would give him credit for yet she couldn't help but pray that he would leave her be.
'He's always been too good for you. You know it. I know it. So why don't you just hurry up and throw the earrings away so that someone else who's actually worthy of utilising the power can properly look after him?'
"I told you, nothing happened. Just silly, civilian stuff." Ladybug tried to shrug him off, quickly wiping her eyes and trying her best to not sniffle. "Let's just go home-"
"When will you stop lying to me?" The boy hissed out, tail lashing against the beams in anger and feline ears pressed against his dishevelled locks. His acidic green eyes pierced through Ladybug's being. A deadly scowl that would surely cause the blood in Le Papillon's body to freeze and petrify him.
Ladybug tried her best to not show how he surprised her, keeping a poker face and swallowed quietly. However, with the way his hands were clasped around her wrists, she feared he could feel her rapid pulse. Why was it always her that caused his rare anger to rise on an occasion or two?
It was simply not fair.
How righteous his anger was towards her.
A sudden gust of wind swept through their hair, ending the summer season and introduced the newly born autumn with a howl. It felt like ice seeping through their suits. Yet, the polka dotted heroine didn't dare move a muscle, observing her partner with a cool, neutral expression. Chat Noir hated it.
He absolutely hated it.
It was one of the few faces she made when she was forced to keep a secret away from him even if it took a toll on her body and mind.
He felt disgustingly useless.
"I'm fine, Chat Noir." Ladybug wiggled her hands to free them of his grip, bringing them to her chest as she glanced towards the city below. "Can we please not do this tonight? Please? I want it to end on a good note." Her wish was met with a defeated sigh from her partner, not flinching for even a split second when his tail whipped against a stray beam.
An echo of his anger prior.
Just as it was quick to come, it was quick to leave, thankfully.
"I'm not give up on you," His resolute tone induced a quiet gasp from Ladybug, the girl herself cut her gaze towards him with parted lips. "But for tonight, I'll let you be." He didn't smile but...he didn't frown either.
Reaching for her hands one last time, Chat Noir brought them to his lips. His bold, fiery greens never left her soft, steady blues whilst his lips brushed against her knuckles in a traditional kiss. Taking advantage of her lack of hesitation, he kissed the backs of her hands too and then brought them to his chest so that she could feel his fierce, beating heart.
It began to lash against his chest when a light rouge tinted her cheeks.
"I'm always here for you, always. No matter what, you can count on me to protect you." Then, with a determined nod, he launched forward and pecked her head before letting go of her swiftly and vaulting away with an impeccable speed.
Ladybug remained frozen in her position, cheeks flaming until his figure became smaller and smaller in the distance. By the time she could no longer see him, she sunk to her knees, grasping her chest as her throbbing heart felt like it was going to burst out and explode. Millions of emotions ran through her body, fighting against each other as the memory of him kissing her head replayed over and over again.
Like the sweetest of poison.
Addicting but deadly.
Despite the warm, fluttering butterflies, despite the smooth, softness of his lips, despite the comforting, protective touch of his, Ladybug couldn't help but have the memories of the other timeline flare in her mind like a warning sign. An unwanted threat that has never failed to wreck her mind.
Biting her lips, she tried to keep her tears at bay, body shaking and pushing against the sobs that threatened to spill out. She was so tempted to run back to him and tell him everything.
To care for him like the way he deserves.
To love him like the way he needs.
Yet the haunting, crazed ice blue eyes of the past invaded the temporary soaring feelings like a virus, eating away all the positivism and hope she tried her upmost best to maintain.
'You have no right to be happy...'
An ugly gloom hooded her eyes, killing all her emotions as she staggered back up to her feet, using a beam nearby for support. The harsh wind clawed through her hair, ridding her trademark ponytails of their ribbons and blowing them away to the other side of Paris. Ladybug simply didn't have the energy to get them back, using muscle memory to swing herself back home.
Her ribbons long forgotten.
It was a cold, bleak September now.
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It was quiet.
Too quiet.
Standing up from her crouch after detransforming on her balcony, Marinette immediately spun around and glared at her surroundings whilst Tikki hovered close.
Not a single sound was heard.
Not even the wind.
Suddenly, Marinette's heart began to pick up pace as beads of sweat started to form on her forehead. The only thing she could hear was her heartbeat as she felt something weird.
Her entire neighbourhood was asleep, evident in the lights out and the pitch black environment. The only source of light in her vision were the few lamp posts on the streets as well as around the park.
Yet, she couldn't ignore the feeling of being watched. Not wanting to show fear at a possible stalker, Marinette took large strides till she was at the edge of her balcony, clutching the railings and scanned the scene with more scrutiny.
One of the lamp posts merely flickered as moths buzzed around it.
The trees simply swayed along with the inaudible breeze.
The streets and roads remained empty.
Not a single soul out.
Marinette exhaled softly, eyes never stopping its study of her surroundings. She took a step back, tension leaving her body bit by bit, leaving an aching throb in her chest. The adrenaline that fuelled her veins vaporised.
"I don't think there's anyone around, Marinette." Tikki whispered, clutching the girl's loose strands as she also watched for anything suspicious. "Can we go back inside? I'm cold."
"...okay." Marinette glared at the scene from her peripheral vision once more, almost swearing that she saw movement under one of the lamps only to brush it off as paranoia and made her way back to the trapdoor. Since she wasn't paying attention, the teen bumped into her table, almost tripping over her feet but thankfully caught herself.
"Eek! Are you okay?" The little Goddess freaked out, flying in front of her charge and scanning her from head to toe for any injuries. She was waved off with a tired smile.
"Don't worry, it's probably just a little...bruise...?" A slither of red caught Marinette's attention from the corner of her eye only for her to gawk.
There, on the railing of her balcony was...
...One of her ribbons.
Inhaling sharply and leaping towards the railings, clutching her treasured ribbon, Marinette spied around the neighbourhood desperately like a hawk. Tikki's presence on her shoulders did nothing to alleviate her stress as sweat from palpitation grew on her palms. Her mouth on the other hand ran dry and she refused to blink.
She didn't dare to tremble.
She was Ladybug.
Nothing should scare her.
...with her partner's possible akumatisation aside that is.
Regardless, Marinette fixated her stare at the specific lamp post. The area where she brushed off momentarily. The light flickered back and forth whilst moths carried on fluttering around it without a care in the world.
She watched.
And watched.
And watched.
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Still nothing.
Without looking away, knuckles white from her grip on the ribbon and her free hand cradling her beloved kwami, Marinette walked backwards, gingerly going down her trapdoor and quickly closed it till it was locked shut.
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The silence haunted her all night.
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"Ma-ri-nette!!!" Instantly, said girl was glomped by her best friend in a hug that would surely asphyxiate a commoner. Thankfully, Marinette was not only Ladybug in disguise but also trained vigorously in many of the martial arts by her dear maman.
"Alya! I missed you! How was Morocco with Nino and his family?" Marinette leaned against Alya as the taller of the teens hooked their elbows together, leading them inside the school.
"Girllllll I have so many scoops to share, so many deets-"
"The million texts and selfies you sent me daily weren't just it?"
"They barely scratched the surface! But anyways, it was amazing! I couldn't believe my parents were willing to let me go even when Nora threw a fit haha! I got to relax so much, spent quality time with Nino and his extended family, took so many pictures and tried so many different food. Ah~ Best. Summer. Ever."
"Oh the food...I can't believe you shamelessly ate all of that without sharing it with me," The raven-haired girl teased, pushing her hip against Alya's who pushed back without a beat.
"You wouldn't be moping if you came along, Mari. Remember the tagine you tried at the local restaurant nearby and you thought that was divine? Lemme tell you, it is nothing compared to the authentic, fresh tagine made by Nino's tante. One taste and I was in heaven. Absolute heaven."
"Alya you're making me jealous, I get it, I get it." Marinette playfully scoffed but then her energy soon wore off and fatigue took over her body.
Alya was quick to catch the tired girl as soon as she began to sway, perfect brows sculpted in worry as she eyed her best friend.
"Marinette...girl...you do not look okay. I'm telling you this 'cos I love you. Go back home and sleep." The brunette brushed Marinette's fringe gently, noting the tired, dark rings under her eyes and the unhealthy paleness of her skin. It was as if Marinette avoided the sun all her life.
"I don't wanna..." The stubborn girl whined but didn't fight back when Alya led her to a nearby bench, sitting them both down. "I've been missing you all too much and couldn't wait to see you all again," She admitted, earning a coo from the curvy girl and another hug. Alya's sun-kissed honey skin was a stark contrast against Marinette's pale, porcelain skin.
"Alright then but I'll be keeping an eye on you, girl. I can see the effort you put into your cute bun and soft make up. How you do your eyeliner freehand without a guide will always baffle me~"
Just as Marinette was about to retort back, the duo were engulfed by a surprise hug from the back. Neither fought back as the familiar laughter and soft, masculine brown arms were registered.
"Babe! And dudette! My best girls!" Nino popped his head forward, in between the girls and squished their cheeks against his. "Heyyyy~" He waggled his eyebrows stupidly, his shit eating grin widening when his girlfriend burst out laughing and Marinette following with a quiet giggle.
"Nino, g'morning," Alya quickly pecked his lips. To further his dramatics, Nino pretended to swoon and flopped backwards between the girls with a dopey smile.
"Finally, a good lundi morning," Nino sighed with exaggeration, his girl still trying her best to stifle her laughter whilst Marinette fondly rolled her eyes at him. "I can now brave through these useless lessons and deal with M. D'Argencourt's bullshit rambles during registration. Oh how amazing the power of lo-oooove truly is!"
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot that we won't have Mme. Bustier this year. Was about to say that I was gonna miss her but not gonna lie, she lost all my respect when you got expelled." Alya huffed, pulling Marinette against her like a worried mother hen. "To think that I almost had to spend my last year here without my precious Marinette~"
"But Babe! What about me?"
"You wish you were as precious as sweetcheeks over here." Alya blew a raspberry at her boyfriend, cheeky grin widening at his dramatics. Marinette on the other hand simply smiled, savouring every moment. The fact that there was a possibility that she would have had to attend a different collège for her final year without her friends made her quiver and she didn't falter in snuggling closer to her best friend.
She's been through so much this year.
Surely she deserved some sort of happiness.
Even if she failed her partner at one point...
Right?
'No. You do not deserve anything but pain and suffering you selfish, self-righteous brat. Because of you, how long did your beloved partner go through that hell? How many nights did he spend wide awake after destroying the world? Face it, you don't deserve him or your friends or any sort of love-' The dark, twisted, ugly thoughts and whispers that preyed upon her mind was quick to diminish at the sound of pure sunshine.
"You guys! Hey!" Marinette didn't get a chance to look up fully as she and the rest of the small group was tackled by their loving blonde friend in a comfy, sweet hug.
Her heart malfunctioned on the spot as all she could smell was the fresh, crisp autumn air that lingered in his soft hair and coat. Her mind rebooted over and over again at the feel of his strong, sturdy arm wrapped around her. Her lips quaked at the feel of his brushing against her cheek despite the gleeful smile he wore.
"A-A-Adrien?" The model pulled back slightly to face the stammering girl, lips quirking into a silly but sweet smile. Not thinking twice, he pressed his forehead against Marinette's tenderly, their fringes intermingling with each other and their cool breaths hitting each other's lips. Adrien's eyes sparkled like emeralds and the aspiring designer couldn't help but be mesmerised.
"Missed me~?" His nose was touching hers now and his pearly whites gleamed mischievously. Poor Marinette couldn't help but blink, blush already blooming in her cheeks.
Dammit.
They may have gotten much, much closer yet there were still times that the boy rendered her speechless! What's with the green eyed blonde boys in her life and making her heart a complete wreck?!
"B-Bro...can't breathe...I don't wanna die!" Nino's muffled pleas shattered the moment and Adrien immediately broke the hug, snickering at the way Nino gasped for air and clutched a deadpanned Alya. Though, he took a seat besides Marinette and kept an arm around her waist, leaning against her as they watched the couple bicker and banter.
"Enjoyed your holidays, Adrien?" Marinette began, playing with the fraying threads of her purse and peeked at him below her lashes. Adrien hummed, sitting up and then directed his gorgeous greens at her.
'Be still, my heart.' Marinette couldn't help but beg.
"It was alright. Didn't leave Paris though and had too many photo-shoots. What about you? Didn't you get to go to Shanghai for a week?" Adrien's question almost went unheard as Mari couldn't help but be hyper-aware of the warmth of his hand on her waist. The way his finger casually tapped against it. The innocent smile he had on his lips.
This boy was going to be the death of her.
'But you don't deserve him. You don't deserve either of them. Be lucky that they even acknowledge your filthy existence.' The eerie whispers clawed through her brain, her body begging to run away and cry. Yet, she forced her fingers to move away from her purse and pull on the seams of her navy pea-coat, smile never faltering.
"Yes, I did. I really enjoyed it there. I wish I got to stay for lo-longer..." She trailed off, swallowing down any babbles or word soup as Adrien squeezed her waist as a gesture of comfort.
He was being really sweet today...
"I don't blame ya- all the pictures you posted online looked so cool. The skyline at night, the food, heck even your relatives! If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought that cousin of yours was your brother."
"You wouldn't be the first to mistaken us as siblings," She giggled. "When we were younger and they came over to Paris to visit, some people used get mixed up between me and him. It didn't help that I had my hair really short at the time and wore nothing but blue and red."
"That would have been really cute to see. Hmm, it also makes sense with how easily you accepted that Félix and I were just cousins instead of that weird conspiracy theory that Kim concocted up."
"Oh I wouldn't say I accepted it too easily. You and your cousin are like mirrors of each other. It's insane! I thought for a minute that you had an evil twin." Marinette winked merrily, her giggles simply grew while Adrien rolled his eyes at her.
"Come on. Not you too." His fake pout didn't last long and he quietly chortled alongside her.
Just a smile from his Princesse was enough to brighten up his day despite the small fight he had with Ladybug eight hours prior. Yes, Ladybug was the love of his life. Yes, he would go to the moon and back for her.
However, he would be an absolute idiot and horrifically obtuse to deny that his feelings for Marinette weren't as strong. With rare wisdom from his lazy kwami, Adrien learned that having feelings for more than one person was not only natural but also healthy in a way. It showed that he wasn't forever stuck on one person and it eased the pain of his Lady's rejection to his advances. Ladybug and Marinette were his best friends first and foremost and he wouldn't dare to sabotage his precious friendships.
It didn't mean he couldn't wish for Ladybug to fall for him one day.
Same for Marinette.
He's still a silly teen; he could keep dreaming and fantasising!
Till then, he was going to go with the flow and see what the future entailed. As far as he was concerned, his future was leaning more towards Marinette and frankly, he did not mind one bit.
Abruptly, the morning bell rang, indicating that it was time for the students to head to class for registration. Grunts and groans were heard from the swarm of students in the courtyard, Kim's distinct "It's time for hell, bitches!" being one of the more prominent voices in the crowd along with Alix's curses.
"Thank fuck Mari-bee was the class president last year and made sure that we got our class to be the same for this year. I'd have eaten my own hands if I had to deal with that one annoying kid obsessed with magic again." Nino shot a friendly punch against Marinette's shoulder and then wrapped an arm around Alya's waist as she led them to their new classroom.
"Did he just indirectly mention that he'd rather have Chloé and Lila over Jean as his classmate?" Marinette huffed with endearment, taking the hand that Adrien offered to help her up. The sudden rush to her head caused her to wobble on the spot. Luckily, Adrien steadied her without a word, hands clasping her forearms. "S-Sorry..."
She attempted to step away but the boy's grip on her tightened, halting her. Marinette glanced back at Adrien with confusion, cocking her head to the side slightly and lips pursed.
"...you're not feeling well, aren't you?" A nail in the coffin. Adrien scanned her body from head to foot, frown growing deeper. "You can barely stand."
"I'm fine. I just...couldn't get any sleep. I was nervous for the first day of school and also didn't want to oversleep." Marinette answered quickly, looking away from him.
She didn't expect his finger to hook under her chin, forcing eye contact. For the first time, Adrien glared at her.
Glared.
He leaned in closer, bending down so that he could reach her height.
"Are you lying?"
Neither of them budged.
The mutterings and chatter from the students that were around grew fainter and fainter until all that was heard was the classroom doors slamming shut and the echos of the teachers doing the register.
Marinette wanted to quickly deny the allegation. She wanted to push him aside and run to class. She wanted to forget how she momentarily confused Adrien with her partner. Though, even the Ladybug could run out of luck.
"Adrien," She began. "We're going to be late." Her stoic, cool expression showed that she wasn't going to budge, pissing off her friend completely.
The model tsked with irritation, quick to grab her hand whilst using his other one to adjust the strap of his bag over his shoulder. He moodily led her to their class, refusing to utter another word.
For a split second, the defiance and stubbornness in Marinette's eyes were a hundred percent identical to Ladybug's. He almost blurted out his treasured nickname for her. The annoyance of said stubbornness and refusal to accept his help grew stronger instead, causing him to try and forget about it and brood later on.
What's with his treasured girls and their stupid reluctance to let him help!?
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He wasn't aware of the horror that was plastered on Marinette's face.
The girl refused to tear her eyes away from the main door behind them as a lone, torn up, dirty ribbon flayed in the entrance. A familiar ribbon that was most definitely not there ten seconds ago.
When M. Haprèle closed the door, Marinette could have sworn...
...that there was a pair of blue eyes watching her right back.
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A/N: That's the end of chapter one! It's more like a prologue ish, slow chapter since we're building up- so bear with me, aight? I hope you enjoyed reading it regardless. I stayed up till 5am to write it after all :0 If this chapter gets at least ten comments, I will update!
Till then, see you next time~
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Brotherly Advice
The muse went absolutely crazy last night watching the episode (2.05). The 1st story idea was a scene between Judd & TK where TK gives Judd advice telling Grace about her dad. I couldn’t get it out of my head so here is a fic.
@moviegeek03 thanks so much for always helping make my random ideas come to life & supporting my writing. It means the world 💙💙
TK knew the minute Judd barreled down ahead of the rest of the team that something was up. He gives him the side eye as they hold the elevator, but he doesn’t say anything just yet. He can tell Judd is not in the mood, and he needs more information before questioning him. It’s made even more obvious though when Paul is giving Judd the same side eye as the RA unit loads the patient into the bus. He watches Paul questioning Judd, who never takes his eyes off the victim despite the rest of the crew packing the truck, and he knows Paul picked up on something upstairs that TK missed.
He sees the moment it connects in Paul’s head, and he wishes he had a free minute to question Paul even though it would probably be pointless. Judd is silent on the ride back to town, but TK doesn’t say anything just yet. He waits until they’re back at the station and climbing out of the truck before grabbing Judd’s arm. “You alright?” he asks as Judd tries to shake him.
TK gets it; it’s the same thing he would do based on Judd’s current attitude. But the two have come a long way since their rocky start; TK truly looks up to Judd as a big brother now, and he knows Judd feels the same.
“Don’t TK,” Judd starts but TK doesn’t back down easily either.
“Judd,” TK starts, but Judd manages to pull away and heads for his dad’s office. TK is curious when Paul advises him to leave it, but he just can’t. He doesn’t like seeing anyone he cares about hurting, and he always wants to do anything in his power to fix it. He follows Judd up without Judd knowing. TK waits until he’s in his dad’s office, before sneaking up as close to the door as possible without getting caught. He knows he shouldn’t eavesdrop, but he can’t help it.
He hears Judd asking his dad if he can have the rest of shift off because that was his father-in-law they just transported to the hospital. Owen puts the pieces together like Paul did, and despite TK starting to get the picture, he doesn’t have the whole one yet because Owen doesn't say it outloud. He hears his dad agree, and then TK is sneaking back down the steps before Judd catches him.
Judd is out the door before TK can say anything else. He sends him a text after Owen lets them know Judd is taking off. “Just checking on you. You know I’m here if you need something,” he sends knowing Judd won’t respond. If anyone on the crew hates texting, it would be Judd. They get a few callouts that keep them distracted, but TK checks his phone every once in a while to make sure Judd hasn’t sent something.
It’s been radio silence from Judd since he left, so to say they are shocked when he shows back up to finish out shift is an understatement. Owen sends him a questioning look, but Judd just shakes him off. The team gives him space for the most part, not wanting to poke the bear so to say. They’re in the common area between callouts when TK finally catches Judd alone. “So you gonna tell me what is up with you?” he questions as he flops down on the couch by Judd.
He gets a grunt in response making him roll his eyes. “Ok, fine. I know that was your father-in-law earlier today. I know that’s why you left,” he says since Judd didn’t seem to want to start the conversation. Judd cuts his eyes at TK suspiciously; “Fine. I was eavesdropping,” he says dramatically, making Judd scoff.
“Why am I not surprised?” Judd asks sarcastically.
TK rolls his eyes once more. “I was worried,” TK says exasperated.
“No you’re nosey,” Judd says tossing a pillow at TK.
TK laughs and catches the pillow easily. “That too,” he admits like the brat he is. “Plus I wanted to get away from Mateo. If he asked me to rub ointment on his scaly tat one more time,” he cuts off with a laugh.“But seriously. I can be a good listener too. It doesn’t always have to be you listening to me and giving me advice,” TK tells him softly. Lord knows Judd has tried to knock some much needed sense into him plenty of times. And while TK knows Judd probably doesn’t need any sense knocked into him, Grace does that enough for all of them, he does want Judd to know he can come to him with anything at any time. He might be younger, making him the “little” brother in this relationship, but he can have his moments of offering good advice. Plenty of years of therapy and life experience to thank for that.
Judd is quiet for so long TK thinks he’s not going to say anything, and just as he’s giving up and going to leave Judd in peace, Judd speaks. “Yea… Yea that was Grace’s daddy earlier. That was not her mom,” he says with a sigh, his fingers picking at his other hand. It’s a nervous tick TK’s noticed; they all have subtle little things they do when they’re stressed, and after a year as a team, they’ve picked up on each others’ habits.
“Damn, that’s…” TK trails off not sure what to say. He knows what it feels like to have that kind of bomb dropped on you; to learn someone you love is cheating. Judd knows TK knows what it feels like too; another reason he was hoping to avoid this conversation with him. They’re quiet for a moment, both lost in their own thoughts. “Soooooo, what are you doing back here? Why didn’t you stay with Grace?” TK asks, totally confused as the gravity of the situation sinks in. If there’s one thing everyone knows, it’s how much Judd loves and protects Grace.
Judd lets out another large sigh leaning forward to rest his arms on his legs as his fingers keep picking. “She doesn’t know,” he finally says. “I went to the hospital, despite the fact her father and I have never had the best relationship.” He sees TK wanting to ask questions, but the look Judd shoots him stops the questions in their tracks. “I went. I told him I was on the call and that he needed to tell them when they showed up, and yet he still lied to them,” Judd says the anger coming through. “I might not have always gotten along with the man, but I respected him because I understood ya know. When I was courting Grace, I was never good enough for her and I knew it, he knew it, hell everyone knew it. But I got it; he was protecting his baby girl.”
TK wants to make a comment about Judd courting, but he doesn’t. He’ll save it for later when Judd is in a better place. “Judd,” TK tries when Judd gets up and starts pacing.
“But that’s my job now TK. Mine, but I never thought I’d be protecting her from him.”
TK sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair. “Not gonna lie. It sucks the position he’s put you in, but Judd. You can’t keep secrets from Grace. It’s gonna hurt, no doubt, but she has to know. It’ll be so much worse if she finds out you knew and didn’t tell her.”
“Oh he already told I was there. Admitted it, threw me into the lie with him.” Judd sits back down on the couch and TK reaches over squeezing his shoulder. He knows Judd doesn’t want to be the one to break Grace’s heart, but she has to know.
“Judd… I know this isn’t easy. I know you don’t want to tell her. But you have to. Speaking from experience, I’d much rather dad had told me about the cancer instead of finding out on my own.”
“I know, I told him,” Judd starts but TK cuts him off.
“I know you told him to tell me. You were practically yelling it at him to tell me, and yet… here we are,” he sighs. “He didn’t, and I found out on my own. Just like with them now. They thought sneaking around was better, but I still found out. They’re hiding something now, and I know whatever it is, I’m probably gonna end up finding out on my own because communication is not my parents’ strong suit no matter how much I wish it were. It sucks, no doubt. The conversation is not going to be easy, and it’ll hurt her, but I can promise you, she’ll be much happier hearing it from you. I know I would be.”
Judd hates seeing TK hurting as he talks about his parents, and how they barely consider TK in anything. Judd wants to fix it as much as TK wants to fix things for him. It’s what they do; it’s who they are. But Judd knows, this is something he can’t fix; he can just be there for his brother. He leans over and ruffles TK’s hair making TK bat his hand away with a scowl. “When’d you get so smart, huh?” Judd teases to ease the tension that’s settled in TK’s shoulders with this conversation.
“I’ve always been smart, you’re just now realizing,” TK snarks back, taking Judd’s opening to move past the heavy conversation. “Talk to her,” TK says before he’s up and heading to find something to keep busy.
Judd twirls his phone in his hand as he considers TK’s words. He knows TK’s right no matter how much he doesn’t want to admit it. He lets out a sigh before dialing Grace. It’s not going to be easy, but he knows, he has to be the one to tell her. He sees TK’s nod and smile of approval when Grace walks in a little later, and he knows he’s doing the right thing. And if later, she listens to the call while on shift while he’s at his uncle’s ranch, well at least she won’t be blindsided by the call.
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hey sorry to be a bother but, do you think you can write a scenario with kai's s/o going to pick up kaito and haru from school? since they're mafia kids I'm sure they aren't treated the best, even by parents. how do you think a hormonal and pregnant angel would deal with the rudeness of others towards her son and haru who's practically her mom. tbh I feel like haru would slip up and call her mom one of these days XD
I woke up in the mood of beating someone up so yeah sure :v
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Luckily Chisaki allowed you to get out of the house without a body guard for once this time.
Him and the eight precepts had some... business to take care of, so neither hin or even Kurono could get to that school and pick your deviant and Haru.
You didn't mind it though, so you simply put on some shoes, with certain difficulty due to your baby belly but whatever, and got out of the house.
You were starting to notice the judgmental or even pitiful stares already from other parents as you walked on that place... and you honestly weren't in a good mood.
Your first pregnancy were full of deadly kicks from your baby boi; but this one? You were a storm of emotions.
Seriously, just yesterday you cried in your husband shoulder because you saw Chrono killing a bug.
"They had a family Kai!" You whined while he let out a irritated sigh and patted your head.
"They didn't. Those things arent like us. Im sure of it." He answered coldly and winced a bit when you let out another sob and almost crushed his chest.
Yeah... you werent exactly the most instable person on your first few months... at least it was getting a bit controlled when the time passes and after the medication, based on plants dont worry, that Chisaki had created.
Thank heavens for giving your husband to you because dear lord not even you were atturing yourself anymore.
"Mommy!" "Mrs Chisaki!"
Both kids voices broke you out of your thoughts as you smiled down at them.
"Hey you two!" You cooed, patting Kaito's head while he went for a hug while greeting Haru with a sweet smile "Ready to go?"
"Yep. This place stinks." Kaito answered numbly while taking your hand while Haru walked real close to your side.
You were just getting out of the gate before your ears catched something that left your blood boiling in absolutely anger and hate.
"Those two are the yakusa thugs?"
"Yeah, better keep a eye on those little shits. The boy is even the child of the leader himself."
"Overhaul? Tsk. Rascal hhas the features. I figure it, while the little bitch is from his commurate or something."
"Is incredible how the school allows those things to frequent!"
Your eye twitched violently as you clenched your jaw. Your son made a confused noise when you suddenly stopped and looked up at you with stoic eyes yet qorry evidently on his voice.
"You're okay mommy?"
"Is something wrong Mrs Chisaki?" Haru tugged at your shirt with a frow, before you shook your head a bit to pur on a smile.
You lushed the kida in your front and made them get up on a bench tk talk with them eye to eye.
"Kiddos. No matter what happens, do not ever imitate my actions. Got it?" You kissed your son's forehead and patted Haru's hair, careful with the arrows, and told them to wait in there a bit since those people weren't much away.
"Mom?" Kaito mumbled a bit aprehensive for being left all of the sudden.
You walked, still a forced smile on your face, before poking one of the woman's shoulder delicately.
"Excuse me?" You said gently, making the woman turn her head a bit.
Perfect.
You punched her hard on the face, making her fell on the ground merciless.
"WHAT THE-?!"
"One nore word spilling from ANY of you that I am giving you all a reason to fear THE YAKUSA." You said with emphasis while the other two woman helped their friend to get up.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" She shouted while the other comforted her friend's tears.
"Me?" You muttered coldly, your eyes piercing at each one of them "I am one who is wrong? I don't remember EVER speaking bad about your sons or their friends..." you lowered your tone of voice.
Many years marriage with chisaki kai teached you the tricks for making someone scared to death.
"Next time, think about who exactly you're talking about. Seriously, how many years do you have to be speaking like that about two childs? This is just stupid." You turned your back, sending them one side glare "If I hear about any of you speaking about ANYTHING about my son or his friend... Im going to break your bones in half and then tell my husband to finish ths service." The womans quivered in fear while getting up "Are. We. Clear?"
Two of them nodded, but the woman you had pinched tried to attack you before you turned your front to her with a finger arched up, shaking him from side to side.
"Ah ah ah~" you said almost sadisticly "You wouldn't want to hurt a lregnant woman and got into the justice would you? And besides, speaking bad about toddlers isn't exactly... sociable accepted."
The woman stared at you for a few seconds before getting pushed by their friends away from you.
"Take that!" You flinched a bit at the two voices coming from your leg to notice Kairo smirking devilish qhile Haru poked her tongue out at them.
Oh boi...
Bonus:
"You got into a fight?!" Your husband almost shouted while he jumped from his coach and cupped his face while with his other hand subsconciously went to your stomach.
"Not exactly a fig-"
"Mommy punched a miss's face becaus eshe was speaking bad about me and Haru!" Kaito exclaimed woth shinning (E/c) eyes "It was so cool!"
"That huh?" Chisaki mumbled, morw relieved then before while pinching your cheek painfully "Dont ever force yourself like that woman, you're pregnant for God's sake." He growled as he pinched and pushed even more your cheeks.
"Come ooooonnn!!!" You whined, immediatly rubbing your sore cheeks when he let go with a scoff.
Your husband tsked while crossing his arms.
"Kaito go take a shower, you're filth." Kaito went to protest before Chisaki just gave him a look, making the kid grumble before he obbeyed anyway.
The moment the kid left, Kai took a black handkerchief from his pocket before yanking your wrist with his gloved hand and rubbing in your palm.
"I swear to fucking god you could get hurt." He muttered in anger while you let out a sigh.
"Thanks for worrying about me Kai. I love you too." You said in mockness, but also not lying.
The man only scoffed and continued on his cleaning, bit he couldn't hide it from you the way the point of his cheek were a bit pink.
Adorable.
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