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crucifiedfaerie · 2 months

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Nicotine Stains | Pt. 2 ༉₊˚✧

Modern!Kylo x Fem!Reader AU

➴ Summary: As your relationship with Kylo grows behind closed doors, so does your worry and confusion about what exactly you are to him.

➴ Part One

➴ Word Count: 5.2k

➴ Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dom!kylo, modern!delinquent!kylo au, smoking, swearing, quite a bit of angst, kylo is a stupid man who doesn't know how real relationships work apparently, he also doesn't know what communication is, reader is in her head about it, mutual pining, finnpoe my loves make an appearance (its canon to me idgaf), fluff, kinda hurt with comfort, SMUT (unprotected PiV sex, car sex, softdom!kylo, kinda breeding kink ?? oops), typos probably

➴ Taglist: ( @enviedear @capitanostella @teapartydreams @beautifulbluejay @mochiseni )

A/N: im alive !!!!! holy shit i promised this would be out in like november. oops. the writers block has been so real im sorry. now that i have this out though, chapter two of growing pains will be coming next !! i promise i didn't abandon that.... anyways i hope you enjoy !!

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You impatiently sat, knees tucked beneath you and head resting on the back of your family’s couch so you could look out the window. The men in your life had been away for a week and a half, and while you couldn't deny having Finn out of your hair for once was like a peaceful vacation in itself, you missed Kylo like crazy. Having to look at his sleek, black Charger parked in front of your house every time you looked out of your window didn't necessarily help either.

When he told you Finn had asked him to tag along on their annual camping trip, you couldn't help but laugh. The image of Kylo trying to fit his tall, broad frame into a tiny shared tent with your father and brother was too hilarious to you.

"What’s so funny, kid?" He had laughed back at you.

Usually, Poe was the one to go on those trips with your brother and father, but with him away at pilot school, Finn had been lonely recently. He wasn't expecting himself to take it so hard, but gods did he miss Poe. Despite missing Kylo, you were glad he agreed to go and keep Finn company. Your father, of course, was also overjoyed to hear that Kylo would be joining.

Your eyes lit up as your father's beat-up car pulled into the driveway. You watched as they unpacked the car and exchanged words you couldn't hear before Kylo parted ways and headed to his car with his bag hanging off his shoulder. When he reached the driver's side door, he noticed you in the window and gave you a subtle wink before getting into the Charger and pulling away.

Part of you was expecting... hoping for him to come in, but you should have known he wouldn't. It's not like your family knew of your weird relationship that had been blossoming for the past month. You couldn't help but still feel a little disappointed, you hoped maybe he would have just said fuck it and come in and kissed you. Maybe he didn't miss you as much as you had missed him? Your heart sank at the idea.

The mixed signals Kylo had been giving you were starting to give you whiplash. One minute he would be in your room treating you like you're the only person in the world who matters to him, and the next he'd be standing in the kitchen talking to Finn or your mother, not even giving you so much as a glance.

The thought of asking him about what exactly the two of you were honestly made you wanna die. You didn't want to come off as clingy and ruin whatever it was you had, but the twinge of hurt that came with every time he ignored your presence was starting to become… too much.

You sighed and walked upstairs to your room, feeling defeated. You practically collapsed in your chair before putting on your headphones and starting on some schoolwork, attempting to think about anything but Kylo.

A thump muffled by the music in your ears broke you from your calculus-induced trance. When you turned around in your chair you were met with Kylo on your bedroom floor, who you assumed had just fallen through your window. You giggled at him, pulling your headphones down to rest around your neck.

He groaned before sitting up and smiling at you. "I meant to do that."

"Sure." You laughed, getting out of your seat to join him on the floor.

Kylo leaned against the wall, pulling you into his lap. He gave you a quick kiss before pulling away and looking down at you with those pretty brown eyes you can never seem to get enough of these days. "I leave for nearly two weeks to go into the middle of nowhere, and I can't even get a text from my girl when I get home?" He asked, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

You felt the warmth creep across your cheeks at the way he called you his. "I got carried away with homework, I didn't even realize what time it was." You glanced at the window behind him, noticing the dark indigo hue of the sky.

Kylo smiled, peppering small kisses down your jaw. "What were you listening to?" He lightly tapped your headphones with his long fingers. You took them off before carefully placing them over his ears. "Chevelle? I see my good taste continues to rub off on you kid." He grinned.

"Don't be so full of yourself. My dad loves Chevelle, I got it from him." You laughed, taking the headphones from him and tossing them into your chair. Kylo smiled before standing up, taking you with him, and setting you on your bed gently. His kiss was needy, and he slowly pushed you backward until you were lying down.

He pulled away, out of breath slightly. "Do you know how much I missed this? You were on my mind every night I was there... I couldn't even jack off because we were in that stupid tent..." He paused, shutting his eyes. "You didn't hear that."

You giggled. "You jerk off thinking about me? Are you obsessed with me or something?"

Kylo laughed, rolling his eyes. "You idiot." He attacked your face with kisses that tickled, causing you to let out a half scream. "Shhh kid, your mom's gonna think you're being murdered up here."

As if he had summoned her, you heard a knock at your bedroom door. Kylo quickly stood up from your bed, rushing over to your closet and maneuvering himself inside before shutting the door quietly.

You shook your head at him, stifling a laugh and taking your seat back at your desk, pretending to look like you were doing something. "You can come in."

Your mother opened the door with a soft creak. "Were you talking to someone?"

You quickly fabricated a lie. "I was just on the phone with a friend from my class."

Your mom nodded, briefly glancing around your room. "I actually came up here to tell you to ask Kylo if he's coming to dinner on Friday. I meant to ask when they came home earlier, but he left so fast I missed him."

Your hands felt sweaty. Why would she ask you to ask him? Did she know? "Why wouldn't you ask Finn to talk to Kylo?"

She leaned on the doorframe slightly. "Well he's been driving you to and from class a lot recently, just ask him for me tomorrow would you? And you better make sure to thank that boy for driving you around! It's very nice of him."

It took everything in you to hold back the laugh that threatened to surface. You just knew Kylo was doing the same. "Yeah, I'll ask him." You had almost forgotten you had class in the morning. Fuck.

"Thank you. Goodnight, I love you." She began to shut your door. "Remember. Tell him thank you."

"Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, I love you." You laughed as you listened to her footsteps disappear down the hall.

You leaned forward in your chair to open your closet door. Kylo chuckled softly. "Is there something you needed to say to me?... Sorry, I couldn't hear the conversation very well with this door in the way." He smirked, taking a step towards you.

"Oh shut up." You smiled back at him.

He pulled you closer to him, wrapping his long arms around you. Your face pressed into his shirt, the smell of blackberries and pomelo from his cologne filling your senses. "It's fine, you can thank me in different ways." He whispered into the top of your head.

You giggled nervously, feeling your face get hot again. "Yeah?"

Kylo took your face into his hands and leaned back as if to study you. "Yeah..." He smirked. "But not tonight, you have class tomorrow, remember?" He kissed you again before letting you go and making his way towards your window.

You groaned at him. "Why not just stay the night?" You asked sweetly, following him.

He smiled down at you with adoration. "What, so we both wake up late and you miss your class? Your parents would hate me." Kylo smirked

My mother and father could never hate you, stupid.

"Fine." You sighed, not having the courage to argue.

He leaned down and kissed you again, deeper this time. "I'll see you in the morning, okay?"

"Okay." You said it so quietly you weren't sure if he even heard it. He ducked out of your window, shutting it quietly. You watched as he climbed down and went to his car in the darkness. Once his tail lights had disappeared at the end of your street, you collapsed onto your bed, allowing your body to succumb to sleep and silence your racing mind.

Friday afternoon, you sat at the table in your overly warm kitchen, trying to finish some classwork as your mother cooked. The sound of the doorbell made your heart leap out of your chest. You'd been anticipating today all week and while you were hoping it was Kylo at the door, a part of you was also hoping he'd show up late so you wouldn't have to endure getting ignored by him so much.

You heard your dad open the door. "Hi Son, what a pleasant surprise!" You felt your palms get clammy. "Finn! Come down here!" Your father shouted up the stairs. You craned your neck to look around the corner and see who it was, hearing Finn's quick footsteps as he made his way down the steps.

It was Poe. He stood in the foyer, dressed nicely but still wearing that worn, brown leather jacket he always wore. He held a bouquet of orange and white lilies. You smiled, those were Finn's favorite.

"Poe!" Finn nearly knocked Poe over with how quickly he hugged him. "You said you wouldn't be back until summer!"

Poe wrapped his arms around him, laughing. "You know I had to surprise you." He pressed a kiss to Finn's forehead. "Hey, don't crush the flowers, they barely made it on the trip down here."

Finn pulled away, beaming at him. He took the flowers into his hands before kissing Poe.

You looked at your mother, who was grinning almost as wide as Finn was. "Aren't they just adorable? When you find someone, they better treat you as good as Poe treats Finn." She smiled at you. You gave her a weak smile back and nodded, looking back at the textbook in front of you.

You couldn't help but wish Kylo would do that. Showing up at your door with flowers, instead of sneaking through your window no later than 11 pm to smoke weed and fuck. It wasn't like your parents wouldn't approve of him... they have always adored Kylo for no reason at all. You attempted to focus on the pages in front of you, it was ridiculous to dwell so deeply on a man you weren't even actually sure was yours.

Kylo showed up fashionably late of course. Your mother beamed at the sight of him standing in the entryway. "Kylo honey, I was worried you weren't going to come. Go ahead and sit."

He smiled sweetly at her. "You know I wouldn't miss your wonderful cooking for anything." To your surprise, he took the seat right beside you, something he never does when he's over for dinner.

Other than small glances, Kylo did not acknowledge your presence at the beginning of dinner. He mostly caught up with Poe and talked cars with your father. As you picked at the food on your plate, you felt a large, warm hand rest on your thigh. When you turned your head to look up at Kylo, he seemed unphased, deep in conversation with Poe.

"How is pilot school treating you, man?" Kylo asked, his one hand inching further up your thigh as he took a bite from his fork with the other hand.

You felt warmth creep across your cheeks as you clenched your thighs together, causing his grip on you to tighten slightly.

He cannot possibly be serious? The fucking dinner table?

You looked at him again, chewing on the inside of your mouth and attempting to relax as much as you could. Kylo glanced down at you briefly, a sly smirk playing at his lips and his pupils large. He turned back to his conversation with Poe as he inched his long fingers underneath your skirt, brushing them against your clothed cunt.

You felt a moan threaten to escape your lips so you pretended to clear your throat, causing Kylo to fight back a grin. He was enjoying this way too much... This was all too much. You quickly grabbed his hand in an attempt to keep him from going any further. Thank god for your mother's tablecloth or everyone would have seen what was happening.

You weren't sure what it was, maybe the obvious flush on your face, but your mother had noticed something was up. "Is something wrong sweetheart?"

You tried to think of something, anything reasonable to say but your brain felt so foggy.

Oh you know, Finn's best friend and so-called 'angel' in your eyes is playing with my cunt under the dinner table but doesn't have the decency to take me out on a date, no biggie.

"I'm fine, it's just really hot in here." You managed to get out, fiddling with the neck of your sweater. Kylo had removed his hand which was now resting on your knee. You sighed, silently thanking the gods of every pantheon you could think of. Moaning in front of your entire family at dinner wasn't exactly ideal. Despite the wetness growing in your panties, you wanted nothing more than to strangle him right there.

The rest of dinner was a blur, and at some point, Finn, Poe, and Kylo had disappeared to the basement, most likely to drink and play video games. This allowed you to sneak away to your room, the noise from the TV downstairs dissipating into a soft murmur as you shut your bedroom door behind you.

"FINN! I'm getting obliterated over here and you're on the other side of the map fucking around!"

"I'm literally almost there calm down!"

Kylo sat on the couch, listening as Finn and Poe bickered over the game they were playing, loud gunshots and explosions emanating from the television as Poe was, in fact, being obliterated.

His knee bounced up and down nervously. As much as he enjoyed seeing Poe again and playing video games like old times, all Kylo could think about was seeing you again.

You had seemed a little off today, did he do something wrong?

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, taking a few minutes to type, delete, and retype his message to you, finally deciding on something lighthearted.

Kylo: where'd you disappear to kid? you're missing out on some riveting gameplay down here.

The blue glow of his screen illuminated in his hands a few minutes later, and he felt a wave of excitement course through his body when he saw that you had responded.

♡: i forgot i had a paper i needed to finish.

Kylo frowned at his phone, it was 9:30 pm on a Friday. Surely he had done something to upset you. He sighed before trying to formulate another text to send back to you.

Finn’s voice pulled him from his anxious thoughts. “There are more beers in the garage, I’ll be right back.” Kylo watched as he kissed Poe quickly before sprinting up the stairs.

“So,” Poe started, leaning closer with a grin on his face. “Any new girls or are you still fixated on your best friend's sister?”

Kylo groaned, knowing this would come up. “That was in middle school, I wouldn’t have told you then had I known now you’d still be bringing this up years later.” He laughed nervously.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Ren.” Poe laughed. “Elementary, middle, high school… Hell, four months ago before I left, you were talking about her.” He shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth before continuing. “I don’t know why you won’t just go for it. Their parents already love you, I don’t think it’ll be a big deal like you think it will be.”

“You don’t get it Poe, they like me as Finn’s friend. She’s in college and I have nothing ahead of me except a court date for a speeding ticket next week. But if you must know, we’ve been… talking and hanging out for the past month and I’m pretty sure I’ve already made her mad at me so… yeah.” Kylo said tiresomely.

Poe’s eyes lit up. “What the hell dude? Were you just not going to tell me-”

“We got lucky, there was only three left.” Their conversation was cut short, to Kylo’s relief, by Finn coming down the stairs holding three crisp cans of beer, the condensation leaving a damp mark on the front of his shirt.

“I was actually about to head home.” Kylo said, standing from the old, sunken couch.

Finn groaned in protest, setting the cans on the water-stained coffee table. “Just stay for another game or two, I’ll let you take my spot.”

“Yeah, just another game or two.” Poe chimed in, his eyes wide, silently pleading with him to stay in hopes Kylo would tell him more.

“Sorry guys, I’m just really tired tonight.” Kylo shot Poe a look. “I’m coming back over tomorrow.” With Finn’s back turned momentarily, he took the opportunity to mouth “Drop it.”

“Fine, but no flaking out on us or we will drag you out of your home.” Finn smirked.

Kylo nodded in agreement, laughing slightly, before making his way up the stairs into the kitchen. Your parents had already gone to bed, the refrigerator humming and ticking clock being the only noise that filled the quiet darkness.

He silently made his way up the stairs to your room, taking a breath once he reached your door before opening it slowly. Once inside, he noticed your empty desk chair and your computer which cast a soft glow on you, lying face first on your bed. You turned your head to look at him.

"Making really great progress on that paper I see." He smirked at you, that stupid smirk you love to hate and hate to love.

"I'm tired." That was all you could manage to say to him. After his stunt at the dinner table and his general behavior in the past month, you honestly wanted nothing more than for him to just go away.

“What's wrong pretty girl?” Kylo’s voice was soft and sweet like honey. You felt the bed dip beside you and two strong arms wrap around you. “Are you mad at me for dinner? I-”

You sat straight up to look at him, causing him to stand up from your bed. “Yes! Yes, I’m mad at you for dinner.” You shouted at him, as much as a whisper would allow you to. “You don't even have the decency to come through the front door most times, and when you do, you act like I don't exist. I don't understand you, if I had known I'd just be a fuck buddy to you I wouldn't have given you my virginity in the first place.”

For a few moments, Kylo stared at you. He looked surprised but there was a softness and concern in his eyes. “That isn't all you are to me, I promise… I just... feel like I'm not good enough for you sometimes.”

You sighed, collapsing back into your pillows. Your capacity to care or argue with him was spent. “I wish you had figured that out before you invited me out onto the roof to smoke with you.”

The room was quiet for a few moments before you heard the sound of your window opening and closing. He left your house wordlessly, with nothing but dead silence left in his wake.

You felt hot tears sting at the corners of your eyes, regretting nothing more than ever allowing Kylo to get close to you.

Asshole.

You hadn't realized you’d fallen asleep until you were woken up to the sound of your phone ringing. Lifting your head from your tear-soaked pillow, you tried to adjust your eyes to the brightness of your phone to see who was calling you so late.

Kylo.

You nearly groaned, debating whether or not it was a better idea to just ignore him. You ultimately decided against your better judgment.

“What do you want?” You spoke sleepily into the phone.

“Just come down here for a moment.”

You got up and looked out your window. Kylo stood in front of your house, leaning against his car with his phone pressed against his face. “No.” You were about to hang up on him before you heard his voice again.

“You can hate me, that's fine. I just want to show you one thing.” There was a quick desperation to his voice. “Please.”

“Fine.” You sighed, hanging up the phone before slipping your shoes on quickly and opening your window. Once on your roof, you had wished you’d grabbed a jacket. The cold, midnight air nipped at your exposed arms, causing you to shiver.

You climbed down your mother's trellis, taking extra care not to crush any of the vines that would bloom beautifully in the spring.

You felt the frozen dew from the grass brush across your ankles as you made your way to Kylo’s car and watched as he opened the passenger side door for you. The warmth of the car interior enveloped you as you sat down, and once fully inside, he shut your door before practically running around his car to his side.

He pulled away from your house with a roar from his engine, and you hoped your parents didn't hear it.

“Where are we going?” You asked unamused.

“Somewhere I like to go when I want to be alone... I think you’ll like it.” Kylo said softly, glancing at you once before focusing on the road again.

You sighed, watching as he pulled onto a backroad. The canopy of trees shaded the car from the moonlight, only the glow of the radio dimly illuminating the interior.

“You really shouldn't have, you know… Taking me somewhere nice like the forest before murdering me.” You said sarcastically.

Kylo laughed. “Where else would I dispose of the body? Suburbs are much too populated.” He joked, reaching for his cigarettes before offering one to you.

You tried to hide the smirk that played on your lips, hating how easily he could make you laugh. You accepted the cigarette, watching as the trees cleared to reveal a moonlit lake.

Kylo put the charger in park, before turning in his seat to face you. “I’m sorry I've treated you the way I have this past month.” He reached up to light your cigarette for you, not breaking eye contact. He ignited his own, taking a few puffs before continuing. “I've always been so scared of not being good enough for you or living up to your family's standards… and now I've allowed my fears to hurt you. But I can assure you you're way more than just a quick fuck to me, I can't apologize enough for making you feel that way.”

You watched as Kylo reached into his back seat for something, retrieving a stack of small notes and colored paper. He smiled nervously before handing them to you.

As you flipped through them in silence, you tried to make sense of what you were looking at. In the stack were dozens of notes and cards all in his handwriting, some more recent and some that seemed to have been written by a much younger Kylo. You looked up at him, no longer able to hide the smile on your face.

“I would write them and always get way too nervous to give them to you… but I kept them anyway.” Kylo said nervously, speaking quickly. “I've liked you since we were children, Poe always-”

You cut him off with a kiss, his warm lips immediately melting into yours as he kissed back with need and desire. Kylo extinguished his cigarette in his car's ashtray before traveling his hands up to hold your face.

After a few minutes, he pulled away, allowing you both to catch your breath. Still cradling your face in his hands, Kylo looked at you with a gaze so soft, that you thought you'd melt into a puddle on the floor of his Charger.

He spoke softly. “Be my girlfriend. Say you'll be mine and my fears will be far behind me, I promise.”

You beamed at him, nodding quickly. “I'm yours.”

Kylo’s lips connected with yours once again and he kissed you feverishly. He reached down to fiddle with something before his seat extended back with a dull thump. Without ever breaking the kiss, Kylo pulled you with him to the backseat, laying you down so he was hovering above you.

You quickly fumbled with his belt, trying to blindly undo the clasp. He brushed your hands away, kissing his way down your now trembling body and stopping just above the waistband of your pants. Hooking his fingers into them, he quickly and expertly removed both your pants and underwear in one go, exposing your bare cunt to the cool air of his car. You watched as he threw your clothes somewhere into the dark void that was the front seat.

You whined, pushing your thighs together for warmth and friction, which Kylo promptly used his strong hands to open again. “Not so fast, my little star. I wanna take my time with you tonight.” He smirked up at you.

Half-kneeling on the floorboard of the car, Kylo peppered kisses up and down your inner thigh, causing you to shiver in his grasp. After what felt like eons of teasing, he finally placed a kiss just below your pubic bone before licking a stripe up your slit.

You moaned, tangling your fingers into his long, dark locks as he began to feast on you. Your body felt full of electricity as if you were going to spark and short circuit at any moment.

He was unrelenting with his tongue, and you felt yourself nearing your climax. “Kylo!” You whined desperately.

“Hm? What is it, pretty girl?” He mumbled against you, not faltering once in his attack on your now very sensitive clit.

“You’re g-gonna make me cum already, stop.” You breathed out.

You could feel him smirk against your heat. “That's fine. Go ahead, cum for me.” He hummed.

Your head felt light and your body electric as you came, your vision blurring as you rode your high on his tongue. You only noticed he had stopped when you came to and saw him wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his dark hair messy and pupils blown with lust.

“You taste so fucking good.” He breathed as he undid his belt, “I can't believe I waited a month to do that.”

Laughing weakly, your head still fuzzy from your high, you admired him as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, exposing his pale chest littered with beauty marks. He looked so angelic the way the moon behind him cast his frame in an almost halo-like glow. You watched as he freed his erect cock from the tight confines of his jeans.

Kylo kissed you as he lined himself up with your entrance, pausing momentarily to hold the side of your face in his hand and smile at you with adoration. “I wish you could see how pretty you look right now… How pretty you always look.”

You whined, still unable to form a coherent sentence and wrapping your arms around his broad frame. You felt him push his cock inside you slowly, and he watched as your eyes rolled back into your skull in pleasure.

You moaned into the crook of his neck as he began to move, thrusting into you gently. His hand traveled up your shirt to cup your breast while he used the other to keep the back of your head from hitting the door handle.

Kylo’s pace quickened, hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside you with every thrust. “You’re gonna m-make me cum again, you f-feel too good.” You breathed.

“I’m not gonna stop you, baby. Cum on my cock as many times as you need.” He smiled down at you, slightly out of breath as he neared his own climax.

You came undone beneath him for the second time that night, loudly moaning his name and whatever expletives your brain thought of first, not having to worry about the possibility of waking your entire family as you both bathed in the moonlight that slipped through the now foggy windows of Kylo’s Charger.

“Hm- Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Kylo moaned into your ear.

“Please cum in m-me. I love you.” You whined. Your mind was so foggy from cumming twice that you had lost your inhibition completely and it took you a moment to realize what you just said to him.

You didn’t have much time, however, to worry about it for too long as Kylo let out a moan you had never heard from him before, a sound of need and desperation. “Fuck- Fuck! I love you too.” He came to a halt deep inside you, before filling you with his cum.

He breathed heavily on top of you, staring down at you with shock and adoration. “I love you too.” He repeated, completely out of breath. When he pulled out, you felt his cum drip down your thigh as he quickly retrieved his shirt from the darkness of the floorboard to clean you up.

Kylo peppered kisses up and down your body before pulling you into his lap to hold you in his arms, and you watched as he lazily drew a heart in the condensation that had collected on the window. You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder, thinking only of how comfortable you felt in his presence.

You didn’t get home until 4 am and slept through most of the morning. You awoke to your father yelling at you from downstairs saying something about how there was somebody there to see you. Confused and still tired, you wiped the sleep out of your eyes as you made your way to the stairs.

You stopped in your tracks at the top of the steps. Kylo standing in your foyer waiting for you was the last thing you expected. He had cleaned up nicely, trading his usual rotation of black band tees for a nice, dark button-up, and in his hands he held a bouquet of pink lilies. He smiled nervously up at you.

“Hi?” You beamed at him, laughing slightly.

“Hi,” Kylo smirked, looking down the hall towards the kitchen, where your dad had disappeared to, before continuing in a lower tone only you could hear. “I thought I’d try the front door this time.”

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Julian Modern AU HC's

Why? Because I'm having a crisis and need comfort food and I'm too broke to buy snacks so headcanons it is...

They're mixed but lean a lot towards a haunted house. Mention of steamy times but no description.

He likes Doc Martens. Why? Well, for one they are nonslip, which means he can wear them to work at the hospital and to his gigs at the bar without a problem. But most important, they are unisex so he can buy all the flowery pairs his heart wants and they actually fit his long-ass feet. They're also good for ankle support!

He has a treasure chest in his office, it's full of cheap plastic toys. If a kid is having a particularly trying appointment he will let them choose a toy from the chest afterwards while he's speaking to the parent(s). He will say something cheesy and sweet like: "You've been a brave pirate, you have won a piece of the treasure!" ...He sometimes lets them take two.

Once he had saved enough money he bought a house like his older coworkers told him to because it would be a good investment... a huge, old Queen Anne fixer upper. Queue to his coworkers facepalm. But he doesn't care, he's happy with it and he has plans for it: round room will be a seance room, basement will be a workshop, attic will have e telescope... He asks you for help to choose wallpapers. "I want it to be as close to original as possible. Want to go with me to find records of the house? Maybe they have pictures!"

He takes a lot of inspiration from Christine McConell, choosing a wine, black and silver colour palette for the common rooms, asking for help making his own wallpaper based and the research you two made. He goes to antique shops and estate sales to buy decorative cushions and throws which he has professionally cleaned for use. He does buy all new linen and towels, though he has much of it made to match the style.

You keep him company while the repairs and decorations are being made because he's SURE he saw a couple shadows once or twice. You haven't really felt anything, but then again you haven't really been inside the house as he refuses to go in unless the whole crew of workers is inside, too. You don't want to be pulled into his paranoia, he's known to suggest himself into bouts of fear when it comes to supernatural things, but you swear to yourself you saw something out of the corner of your eye peeking out of the top floor window.

Once the house is finally repaired he decides to move in. Yes, it's like half an hour away from the city and his hospital and it could have ghosts in it, but that's what bikes are for eh? And maybe, just maybe he was just nervous and saw things because of his anxiety, he wasn't sure if the house was livable after all and he was anxious about the repairs not going well even though they were more superficial than he thought, most of the bedrooms not needing anything but wallpaper changes and deep cleaning...

First night he spends there, though? He calls you in hysterics. "I-I-I-I-" you give him a second to try and speak and he finally blurts out between squeaks of fear: "SAW SOMETHING CREEPING INTO MY BEDROOM CAN YOU PLEASE COME AND STAY OVER?! MALAK AND BRUNDLE REFUSE TO STAY INSIDE!!"

Once you're in there you do get a sense that there's something else besides you two, but you reassure him he's safe and alright and that you will protect him. You suggest having a sleepover party in the living room, where the energy is less dense, and that once he's at work tomorrow you will cleanse the house for him. He accepts and you have a jolly (and maybe steamy?) time with snacks, funny stories, maybe even videogames, finally falling asleep snuggled up in the pull out couch.

He was right, there's something in the main bedroom, which is his. But it's nothing a good incense cleansing and a sound talking to it wouldn't fix. You do just that and text him a picture of his bedroom and you. "All clean now!" He texts back that he's happy about that, but that he probably will stay in his office for a couple of nights, just to feel safe again.

.... and that's how you came to live with him. It was in the plans, but it looked like a distant future when you had spoken about it... And now you were there, all your belongings packed in a u-haul, driving towards his house. He greets you with open arms into one of his all enveloping hugs and shows you to your bedroom... even though both of you know that's just gonna be the place you keep your clothes in because they won't fit in his closet...

He's so grateful you're there, it takes off the edge of the not-so-oppressive-anymore feeling around some places in the house, and since you're there the shadows haven't come to bother him at night. He calls you his shield and that makes you chuckle.

He had the sense of installing a modern stove additional to the wood stove already in the house, so you're in charge of breakfasts. Chocolate chip pancakes, puddings, oatmeal, crepes, sunny side ups... this man seems to eat it all! He's secretly grateful he doesn't have to eat take out or burnt food anymore. He's...not the best cook and now thanks to you, his beloved, he even can take lunch to work! Everyone at work comments on how much healthier he looks now, too, and he's happy to show you and your cooking skills off. "They're a genius!!" You blush, but can't help feeling proud of your skills, too. He just does that to you.

After a couple of months you're finally tired of the dramatics the shadows have been pulling on and off, so you sit at the seance room with a board and your cards and he goes into hysterics again. No, don't do this, why is this happening, you can't have a seance, yaddah yaddah. But you try to put him at ease, explain to him how this could help. "Why do you have a seance room if we can't use it for that??" you finally ask. "It's for the aesthetics, my dear!" he answers, and that makes you chuckle. You give him a protection charm and gently sit him down with Portia, who's always down for mischief and visits you often, explain the dynamics of the activity and reassure him he's safe with you and his sister there.

The seance goes better than expected but it doesn't make it any easier on him... since now you know there's a small family cemetery in the backyard. "Okay, that does it, I'm selling this place!" he blurts out, shaking like a leaf. Slowly and gently you reassure him that it's okay, that they just wanted to be known, have their markers and their names back, and that you will take care of it... he calms down a bit but remains skeptical they will leave y'all alone.

But it works!! You have tombstones made with names, dates, loving words like "beloved husband" and "cherished daughter" and "treasured wife", you have them placed where the ghosts told you their graves were... and as if by magic the activity stops! You might see a soft white figure of a girl playing in the library or the outline of a man working in the back yard while a woman sips tea and reads a book in the porch, but besides these echoes from the past the activity has stopped... He doesn't know how you did it, but he buys you a whole new book series you had coveted for some time now in thanks.

The house still has it's reputation, and so every Halloween kids ask for tours of the house, for him and you to tell the story of it, to talk about the ghosts. At first he's reluctant to bring it up because... we... ghosts... He's scared he'll call them back. But once you explain what really happened, he's more at ease with it and finally accepts to open the house to tours during October, giving out candy, letting the kids use the telescope as well, ending with a big Halloween party on the 31st where the kids, their parents, and you all have fun with classic games, cake, snacks, and more candy. Yes, his coworkers were right, it was a good investment to buy this house...

#julian devorak #julian the arcana #julian devorak headcanons #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #modern au #the arcana modern au

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c-estmabiologie · 2 years

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wandering daughter | Critical Role fic

It's been a minute since I've written in fairy tale-ish form. This is a Pâté de Rolo origin story. Also on AO3 In the woods somewhere, under the cover of night, there wandered a young woman who had been a young woman, unchanging, for a very long time. These woods looked the same as any other she’d passed through over the years. Sometimes the trees changed, became denser, spikier, but they were otherwise just trees. The people she came across likewise changed appearances but always acted the same — mean and fearful — no matter the scenery.

She didn’t have a clear destination. She had only Delilah, her wandering companion, if you could even call her that (you couldn’t call her that) and an endless stretch of time.

According to Delilah, this was why she existed still: to survive, to last forever, to keep going, to keep going.

One night she came by the remains of a fire. Usually a fire meant other signs of life would be left behind: maybe something useful or, if she was especially lucky, something useless and pretty.

Maybe this fire pit was simply too old. The ashes looked like they’d been rinsed and dried by rain and sun a few times over. Anything that could have been claimed had already been buried or carried away.

It was only by chance that she heard an indignant sound from the ground next to her boot before she continued on. She crouched down and brushed dirt aside to reveal a crow’s skull, picked clean of any meat.

“Oh, hello there,” she said. Her voice creaky from disuse. “I’m Laudna. Who are you?”

“Not much of anything anymore,” the skull replied. Laudna pulled it out of the ground and held it in her hand. It fit perfectly in the hollow of her palm, where all of the creases met and crossed over each other.

“That’s not true,” Laudna said, “I think you’re great.”

“I miss the parts of me that are gone,” he told her.

“I feel that way too most days,” she told him. He named all of the parts he was missing for Laudna: his feathers, his talons, the hollow bones of his body. Laudna agreed that it was a shame that so much of him was lost, but wasn’t it so wonderful that he could remember them all?

She cut a length of yarn from the spool at her hip and threaded it gently through the hollows where his eyes had once been. She kept him dangling loosely around her neck (her fingers would touch the knot where it sat against her spine again and again. it felt huge) and he rested against her sternum so that their bones could keep each other company.

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On another night they came across a rat. It had clearly been left behind by some predator, and not recently, although neither of them could name a creature that would eat a head and leave the body behind.

“I think it’s perfect for you,” Laudna said to the skull. “Look. It’s already dancing.”

It was true: the body was doing the gentlest shimmy on the ground. When she picked the body up and turned it over in her hands, the grubs began to fall onto the leaf litter below. Plip-plip-plip.

Laudna could feel him considering the rodent, its naked tail and limp little limbs. He’d told Laudna before that he didn’t mind living on Laudna’s chest – he loved it, actually – but with a body he could be so much more.

“I don’t want to share it,” he said finally and she agreed. It wouldn’t be fair.

She scooped and scraped the insides of the body clean for him. As she did so it occurred to Laudna that the maggots had always lived there inside this rat, had probably hatched there even, and that this was their home to consume on their way to leaving as shiny bluebottle flies. Still, she scooped and scraped.

She left behind a messy paste of meat and maggots at the side of the trail like a half-eaten meal that someone else might come back to and finish.

–

Laudna found shelter in an empty hut to bring the skull and body together. She worked by the hut’s only window, keeping watch through the cracked glass in case a stranger came by to seek refuge.

The rat body was stuffed with her own hair and with fabric torn from the hem of her skirt. Before she sewed his belly up, she tipped in a single dead fly from the windowsill, all six of its legs curled in to hug its own body.

She finished by tying a tidy red bow around his neck.

“You’re so fancy,” she told him.

He waggled his rat hips, testing his new body. “I am fancy. I should have a fancy name.”

Of course, Laudna knew more about fancy things than he did. At least, she’d seen some fancy things before. So she gave him the fanciest name she could think up without thinking about it too hard.

–

Laudna loved to while away hours and days with Pâté. At night, she lay on the floor of the hut and listened to him tell rollicking stories that somehow always ended with an orgy. During the day she lay on the floor and they made shadow puppets on the wall that slowly became more and more obscene. Pâté was the funniest friend Laudna had ever made.

“My child,” Delilah broke into Laudna’s thoughts one day, interrupting a particularly bawdy tale about a siren and a coxswain. This wasn’t unusual, and Laudna stopped to listen to her like she always did.

“None of this is real,” Delilah said. She sounded tired, strained. “There is so much yet to be done.”

“You’re a reaper of fun,” Pâté chirped. “I feel so sorry for you.”

“Pâté!” Laudna mock-gasped. “Don’t be rude to her!”

Delilah rewarded the exchange with a biding silence for days that stretched into weeks. It became too much time for Pâté and Laudna to fill up together, all alone.

For the first time in…months, maybe, Laudna pulled herself to her feet. Patches of her skin held impressions of the cracks and grain of the floorboards; her body complained loudly as it shifted and realigned, vertebrae restacking vertically and organs finding gravity again.

She tied Pâté to her belt and tested out a few steps. His weight bounced reassuringly against her leg as she walked a circle around the room.

At nightfall, they set out and kept going together.

#critical role fic #critical role #laudna cr #pâté de rolo #delilah's there too but mostly she Did Not Sign Up For This

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scratchandplaster · 1 year

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Stack The Deck - PART 5

CW: reluctant Whumper, way too much exposition, card games, insults, alcohol, fade to black gore

PART 4 ⇽ [Masterlist] ⇾ PART 6

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There was no way to tell how much time had passed now, the barricaded window frames didn't even let a sliver of sunlight crack through them. Elliot doubted to get any kind of power or heating going, though the temperature inside remained at a continuous chilly level. If he had to guess, focusing on what his gut told him, they slowly approached the late afternoon. Not that this changed anything, the brightness of Morris' table lamp dictated any change of lighting, he didn't want to find out what would happen if the battery ran out.

What started as a quick match of Crazy Eights turned into hours of shuffling, dealing and frustrated sighs Morris let echo through the tension between them. Looking the man up and down, with long stubble slightly darker than his chestnut curls, Elliot noticed how he also started to relax into this new dynamic. If only for a second he could forget how they came to be here, his designated company would deserve to be this enjoyable.

This satire of a game night was originally supposed to get him more leeway, along with acting as some sort of damage control. His anxiety-induced fits had irritated his opponent visibly, so he was lucky to be given a chance to make this right.

Make him like me, whatever that means-

To humiliate him back was a tempting option, but only if he decided that his bones weren't vital anymore. Sadly, both were well-versed enough in the children's game to keep each other on edge, dragging a single round into infinity.

So what's the right ratio of wins to satisfy a sadist? Elliot had to ask himself that question after a particularly tricky match, as his victory let Morris' face bloom with an unhealthy crimson hue. 2 to 1? Or even a 70 percent success rate?

Only one truth was disclosed to him: The man really loved Crazy Eights. Taking every round as a fight for survival, Morris chewed his nails down to a stump, frantically looking at his hand and back towards the upcard of the waste pile. Elliot decided to lose this round again, preferably before the air was squeezed out of his throat.

Their game was barely interrupted, aside from a bathroom break and dinner consisting only of a protein bar. Elliot couldn't remember when they properly started to talk about all the world and his brother, but Morris tried desperately to enthrall him for the local baseball team, just to be rewarded with fake enthusiasm flowing into trivial queries about sports. The questions were genuine, though, Elliot couldn't keep him going otherwise.

Card games: fun. Screaming and crying: no fun. Doesn't really sound like a textbook sadist. Not that made a difference, at the end of the day, Morris was just a man. A violent, reckless one, but still a man.

I can work with that.

It was sad in a way, how much he seemed to enjoy his unwilling company. Maybe that's what the wanted all along: friends for rent.

What felt now like an age-old question continued to nag the back of his mind, the key component to his escape: Why him?

If he was acting hard to get, then Elliot would need to get a little more brisk.

"So, what do you do when you're not teaching me basic sports knowledge?" he asked, using a beat of Morris' pause to start the offense. He wouldn't spell out his social security number, sure, but it was worth a shot.

"This." Blunt in his reveal, Morris didn't even meet the eyes of his captive, too busy planning out a winning strategy. Elliot found himself to be less than underwhelmed, hoping for a helpful twist he could use as bait.

"We can't all sell stocks, now can we?"

"I...don't. Who told you that?" The ransom aspect made a lot more sense now, someone really had to hate him to make up those kinds of lies. His only answer was a shrug.

"I'm a part-time office clerk." he tried to explain himself, not sure if it would really help his case, "I-I write you an email if the gas prices increase again or your energy was shut off, but I have nothing to do-"

"Thrilling, really." Morris responded dryly, only slightly irritated he played the seven of clubs.

He does make losing difficult. Ignoring the couple of clubs already in his hand, Elliot drew another card. Walking on eggshells with that kind of opponent is risky, I shouldn't push too hard.

"Your turn," he said instead of another lecture.

He lost this round gladly, managing to turn the atmosphere into a relaxed caution of both parties again. During his shuffle to prepare the next one, Morris seemed to reflect.

"What about the other part? The one where you're not a corporate slave?"

So you don't know everything, alright.

"I use the office to finance the half of my life I really love: Music!" he explained, hoping to get some bonus points for dramatics, "When my colleagues and I start to play together-"

"You're in a band?!" During his short stay at Morris unusual establishment he already got used to being interrupted, at least the bait finally worked.

"Well, I-"

A short buzzing stopped him again, but this time they stayed quiet. Morris just got a message. Eyeing the phone on the table with a breathless intensity, Morris just had a mild sigh to offer: "Don't get too excited now, it's not what you think."

He laid the stack of cards face-down onto the table, careful not to scatter them everywhere, and fished for an object in his inside pocket. During the rummage through the leather jacket, Elliot didn't dare to speak, not wanting to ruin the sprout of hope inside him.

Morris finally got a grip on his desired object, pulling out another phone. Elliot would recognize the slick wooden case anywhere, his father bought it for his birthday. The screen was marked with fresh thin cracks, probably caused by his drop on the wet concrete.

I fell, he grasped, No! He made me...

Without warning, Morris reached over the table to grab the other man's right hand, still rubbed open at the wrists. Elliot let himself go limp, like it was already trained response, while his thumb was pressed against the front of the screen. As quickly as Morris grabbed him, he also released.

With now unlimited access to his data, Elliot could do nothing but gawk at the audacity with which his captor seemed to navigate through his phone, reading the newest message in silence.

Keeping it on - practically running around screaming to be arrested. He was no sadist, just a big fucking idiot. Elliot prayed that he would act exactly as stupid as he seemed to be. His colleagues ought to be too angry with him to just ignore his absence. A call had to be made, one he didn't accept, so they started to worry...

"Brooke wishes you a speedy recovery!" was all Morris had to say. Brooke Hoffstetter, first violin, just a few rows in front of him. "A bit late, but still very considerate of her."

"Why?" he whispered, his hope slowly shrinking.

"You have a nasty stomach flu and couldn't make it to practice, it seems," Morris casually told the man he had the nerve to impersonate, "Let's hope I don't catch anything."

"Fuck you!" The words just tumbled out of Elliot's mouth, unable to hold it back anymore.

He felt like crying again, the same helplessness overcoming him in waves, just like it had many hours beforehand. He thought he made progress, but he was exactly where Morris wanted to have him. Nice and quiet, stuck to a chair. No one was coming.

"You know, I like you better when you stop shoving your head up my ass," he continued, a sound close to a chuckle carried his words right to Elliot's ear, turning fear into anger.

"At least they don't hate you for coming late again. She claimed that your conductor was pretty pissed, but don't worry, everything is taken care of. I'll just send Brooke a thumbs up, she seems so well organized."

The inside of his mouth had started to bleed. Elliot bit down on his cheek with such a force, so any other insults would be kept at bay; he wouldn't fall for this obvious trap.

Fucking with the feelings of a desperate man: fun. Being insulted: fun. Good to know.

"Cute, how much you enjoy your work," Elliot began to press out between clenched teeth, the metallic wetness still coating them.

"Don't be like that, I have to make sure everything is running smoothly."

He began to shuffle again, slower than usual, matching the rustling of the cards with Elliot's controlled breathing. Still smiling, but in a more understanding way than before, it looked like even the abductor didn't want to ruin the mood further. "Ready for another round?"

Elliot never felt ready in the time he spent here, but the exhaustion lingered even heavier on him now. His bound legs screamed for release while his still pounding head wanted nothing but to rest, the dirty foam mattress looking awfully comfortable.

"I'm tired. Can I lay down again?" he asked, polite enough to charm every degenerate in a four-mile radius, but not Morris. Suddenly on edge again, he looked back blank.

"Listen, I know this is stressful for you. We can play something else if you like. Do you know Mau-Mau? Or Switch?"

Desperate, all of a sudden. Tough shit.

"Isn't that the same game all over again?" he asked, digging through his worn mind to recognize what the topic was even revolving about. "I don't even know what time it is, I just want to sleep for a bit."

He didn't trust Morris a single inch, but the fatigue would be his main obstacle in the coming hours, so nothing granted him much of an alternative.

"Around five in the afternoon. I bet it's just your blood sugar, Elliot, you can handle that! I'll even do quartets if you like."

Digging through the duffle bag, he pulled out another protein bar, proudly pushing it towards Elliot. He had never seen a man so desperate for a game of cards, it was mind-boggling. "We play for a bit, and then we take a break, okay? Asshole, you know that one?"

"I actually know a lot of them." The biggest sitting right in front of me. Still, he didn't even touch the well-meant peace offering, instead resolving to lean back in this chair, making himself as small as possible.

"We'll make a deal, alright?" Elliot said after a few seconds, "Worked fine until now, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"I'm not negotiating with you. Even though I do appreciate you finally growing a backbone," Morris replied hesitant.

"You tell me why this is all happening, and I do whatever you like." Wording, you fucking moron. "Damn, I'll even play... I don't know, blackjack with you."

It was the worst offer Morris had ever heard, but he would accept it one way or the other. Far over twelve hours had passed, without a single reaction or phone call. If he was forced to do something he ought to avoid at all costs, Elliot had at least to understand why. He didn't seem to be half as bad as Morris had imagined. So he gave in.

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They went back to Crazy Eights again, naturally. A last round which kept one of the parties busy enough to ignore the looming threat inside the room, tainting their domestic game night. With five cards still in his hand, Morris lost without question. He wasn't a sore loser, but the truth still tasted bitter on the back of his tongue. This would take time none of them had left.

"So," Elliot asked again, his voice shaking so badly it nearly broke at every other syllable, "why are you keeping me here? Did my parents accept a sketchy loan or something?"

Morris just now understood that the poor man was under the assumption his mother would ignore violent threats of a stranger. No wonder a few hours in duct tape messed him up so deeply. He wondered in what manner he should break the news to Elliot, to avoid any ugly tantrums. Now, with his arms freed, he could do a lot more damage than just yelling; a fact the dull pain between his legs kept reminding him of.

"Your ex..." Morris claimed, at last being filled with a sense of release.

"Which one?" Elliot asked back, though not even needing an answer. He knew exactly who brought him into this mess.

The beat of silence stressing his statement was suddenly broken by a heavy and rich laugh, making the walls around them shake with honest delight. Morris bent over himself for multiple minutes, being shaken by his own wit for what felt like an unhealthy amount of time. At one point it sounded like choking, and Elliot prayed to no one in particular to make it real. Finally calming down from his sudden lapse, Morris just had one thing to say: "You get around, huh?"

"From time to time."

Elliot didn't understand how he could remain so calm inside. Gallons of anger or betrayal had to explode any minute, filling him up with a deep rage to outgo all his previous fits. But there was nothing to wait for, whatever he expected left him behind a long time ago.

So he just stayed still, watching Morris wipe some tears of joy out of the corners of his eyes.

"What did she do?" he dared to ask after his captor settled down again.

"Mhh?"

"Amber, what did she do to you?" Of course, it was her. When his life went down the gutter, you could place bets she was standing right on the sidewalk.

"Amber, yes..." Morris looked so much smaller for a second, like it physically pained him to even say her name. "She owes me money, among other things."

"Fuck, I can get you money. I'll pay you back whatever she forgot to. With interest, I don't care."

Over the past hours, he had grown accustom to Elliot's whining and bargain, it was like second nature to him. Morris shouldn't punish him for that, it's just what happens in these kinds of circumstances.

"It's a matter of principle, you don't fuck me over and then disappear from the face of the earth." Yeah, sounds like her.

"We- we broke up months ago. I'm not useful for any of this," Elliot whispered desperately, still not seeming to grasp the position he was in.

"She still loves you, don't you know that?"

"Sure, she loves me so much that she doesn't even bother to answer you," he spit with all the venom he had left. It didn't help Morris already helpless expression. "Lets me rot in a fucking asbestos den..."

„Don't be so bitter about that. She broke up with you for a reason."

He sounded so convinced in his delusion, Elliot caught himself agreeing with him for a second.

"And don't worry about yourself, we have time." Liar.

"Service's working?"

"Yes."

"And you're sure she'd seen the pictures?"

"Yes," Morris said unbothered, lying more to himself than the twitchy stick of a man in front of him.

Obviously, she had seen them, after all these hours, she had seen it all. The threats, the blood... All for a phone call she was too proud to make. Morris realized his chronic misjudgment with a sour expression: She didn't take him seriously, she never did, and this farce wouldn't change a single thing about it. But maybe he didn't have to carry that burden alone anymore...

"Why did she end it?" he asked, this time genuinely invested.

Elliot, covered in dried sweat and blood, still looked like a top-drawer son-in-law. Someone who would braid her hair if asked nicely enough.

"First of all, I did!" the twitchy stick spit at him, his feelings stewing up after months of simmering under his heart, "Second, that shouldn't concern you." He was fed up with the small-talk.

"Tell me, or I gag you." Morris threatened with aloof implicitness, acting more and more offended as his delusion fell apart. Elliot wished every kind of misery upon this captor, including Amber's ongoing company.

"Cheated on me with her fucking weed dealer." Tension was thick between them again. "Among other things."

"Oh, sorry." It was comical, in a sort of way. Elliot scoffed quickly, ignoring that Morris apologized for the only crime he hadn't committed.

"I have nothing to do with her anymore. Don't even know where she lives now. You should have taken any of her friends, not me. She probably won't recognize me anymore!"

"Would have saved you a lot of stress, if you knew her current location."

The sad undertone Morris' claims carried didn't do anything to help Elliot accept his helplessness. If he made it out alive, he would live in the nearby monastery, single for the rest of time.

"I know where her friends live," he tried instead, not a sliver of guilt in sight. He knew exactly where they were hiding, being dragged to all the awful house parties turned out in his favor after all. Morris eyed him slowly, humored by his sudden proactivity, and admittedly impressed.

"You'd rat out her friends?"

"So what? Are their kneecaps more valuable than mine?!"

His captor smiled again, thin and knowing.

"You really are the same. You and everyone who came before." Elliot didn't know what to answer, so he let it be.

"I understand that you're upset, and believe me, I would like to watch her obnoxious circle to shut up in an instant. But it has to be you, it's just how it is."

"Definitely not personal, I see."

Retorting with a sigh, Morris stood up for the first time in hours, ready to end this try at a peaceful mediation. Elliot really was a handful, he decided and smirked to himself. Pulling a wooden wall panel aside, digging through the empty space behind it, he grabbed a dusty bottle which was still filled to the brim. No need to scare him anymore, he could be open for once.

"Last time I was here, I spend so much time with solitaire, I nearly went insane. So I decided to make some moonshine; makes the whole thing less lonely!"

You seem to have a problem with that. Can't blame Amber for running. Wishing he had been just as successful as his ex-lover, he accepted the small glass Morris presented him with.

"A shot for every time we lost!"

With 34 to 13, if Elliot counted correctly, he would get alcohol poisoning before the sun even rose again. Maybe the better alternative.

"I don't know if-"

"Wasn't a question, Elliot." He poured them each a shot, the clear liquid spilling over the edge. Elliot couldn't handle his booze very well, a lightweight through and through. Not wanting to be pickled by his oh-so charming captor, he thought of an alternative.

"We could play for that, starting fresh. Each time one of us loses, they have to drink."

"I don't think I'm in the mood anymore." Expectantly, Morris stared him down.

Taking the first shot as a well-meaning sign and desperately trying not to spit it out in an instance, Elliot bent to his will again.

"Could take longer than I expect." Morris mumbled, also downing his own. Liquid courage, he told himself.

"But we have time, right?"

"Yeah, sure."

Silence settled over the pair. The quiet clicks of nails against glass was the only noise disrupting the thick atmosphere. Morris was the first to speak again, slowly lifting the bottle to pour another round onto the leftover droplets.

"Drink," he pressed out, not even bothering to keep the act up. "Please don't make this difficult, come on."

Despite his stern tone, Morris' continued to stare blankly at the stack of cards, still itching to be used again. Even though both men knew that wouldn't make a difference anymore.

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Morris tried to shake him back to consciousness, once or twice. Spread out over the table, Elliot long dropped his ability to stay awake; the mixture of low blood sugar, exhaustion, and dehydration was to blame for it.

Slowly, Morris grabbed his shoulders to lean him back onto the backrest, but keeping his hands firmly on the now soaked wood. Quiet murmuring was the only sound of the last half hour; at least Elliot appeared way less miserable and tense in his drunken state and if Morris had to guess, he wouldn't be able to feel what was about to come.

He warned her insistently, multiple times in the last few hours, and even tried to call again. Nothing. She witnessed it all, he was sure, but decided just to watch the message preview instead of taking the commitment seriously.

He didn't plan for this to happen, not really, but that what he thought he deserved for underestimating Amber. He let the drowsy head tip back to better reach the gag still bound around Elliot's neck, gently putting it back into place without any protest. It would be a bummer if he accidentally bit his tongue, Morris honestly enjoyed the little banters they had.

With Elliot's fingers now forcibly spread apart, Morris reassured himself this gesture was a necessity, a sign for her to finally take his demands seriously. Examining the dazed man beside him, he wondered how he managed to free himself from her. Nobody just breaks up with Amber like that.

The edge of his old switchblade pressed lightly into the base of the ring finger laying flat against the wood, teasing the joint apart. But Morris hesitated, not entirely sure why so. The messier, the better, he thought by himself, knowing exactly how much she hated the horror movies they watched together.

It wouldn't be fair though, he recalled, and very unhygienic for the both of them. Imaging a brand-new game of cards, the deck smeared with various bodily fluids a human could provide, he was certain that Elliot would never go for another round. Even if his severed finger was just laying next to him, no threat would convince him otherwise. It was better this way. Tidy.

Morris didn't think about Elliot when he positioned the knife far lower on the back of the hand and turned it around, the point of it facing the ceiling. He didn't think of the whole day they now knew each other, more or less, and he also tried his hardest to ignore the light twitch shooting though his own body.

He thought of Amber and how happy they could be together, if she would just answer - as he let the far end of the knife smash down into the bones underneath, again and again.

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peakypoet · 2 years

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@look-at-the-soul

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@watercolorskyy

@alex-in-the-wilderness

One Shot- What a View

Warnings: Smut, Oral sex, deep throat, poolside sex, etc. 18+ only. Minors Dnr.

Summary: Tommy is typing a paper up for his company, but gets bored. He sees you in your bikini and has other ideas.

Tommy sits in his office working on a article for his company. He wears nothing, but a white t-shirt and jeans. The article explains what his company does. These things are like perfumes to guns. His sister Ada handles the perfumes. Arthur takes care of the guns. John watches the casino. The article needs to be done by the end of week.

As your husband Tommy types his paper up, you decide to go sun bathe by the pool. One is that you wished he'd join you. On the other hand you were understanding about his work. You pick the pink bikini to wear that's very revealing. One is that the bottom is practically like a thong. Also, it can easily be taken off. It has strings you can tie it on. Your ass sticks out too. Also, your breasts show out better in it. Tommy loves it when you wear this because it drives him crazy. He loves how the outfit fits your figure.

After you put on your bikini, you put on your sunglasses. You pick the black ones like Tommy wears. Those were the Raybans, but women's version. You love these glasses because they were so retro. Also, they looked good on you. Next you put on lotion.

You walk outside going to the lawn chair where Tommy can see you. His window is where he can clearly see you, but he doesn't at the moment. You see that he keeps typing with a serious look on his face.

Laying down you take in the sight of the blue sky. You see clouds of many shapes before your eyes. One looks like a bird. The others like mountains or valleys. Clouds sort of told a story. That's what you think. When you was a little girl you'd always look at the clouds.

Tommy starts to get bored typing the article. He looks out his window with his head resting on his hand. Looking over he sees you laying there in that bikini. " Fook, what a view", he says gawking at you. A rush of heat comes over his body. A hot idea crosses his mind as he looks at you. The idea is to surprise you by sneaking up on you. Second to eat your rose bud, without you knowing untill it's too late. Third express his love to you. It's been awhile since you two had some fun. Then he looks back at the screen, saving his typing progress.

After he does that, he goes outside quietly. He walks to each bush like a spy. You still look at the clouds, but start closing your eyes. The view was really relaxing. A cute yawn escapes you. Tommy hears you, but stays where he's at. To pass some time he looks up at the clouds too. He sees one shaped like a heart. He smiles looking at it. He stops looking at the clouds; to check on you again. Tommy sees that you're really relaxed, so he quietly moves towards you.

As Tommy gets right near you, he gets on his knees. He positions himself where he's near your bikini bottom. He sees your wearing the one where he can untie it from the sides. Tommy carefully reaches over without touching you. He delicately unties each side of your bikini. Then he pulls it down slowly like unwrapping a gift. He smiles looking at your rose bud. It was a beautiful sight. A look of heaven appears on his face.

Next he carefully puts his head between your legs and starts licking your clit slowly. Tommy looks up to see if you're aware of his actions. You feel his tongue on your clit. A soft moan escapes your lips. You start moving slowly against his tongue. As he licks your clit; Tommy unzips his jeans to stroke his cock.

You slowly open your eyes. " Mmm Tommy", you moan softly looking at him. He licks a little faster. You run your hands to his head, grabbing the fringe of his hair. Your rose bud gets wetter.Tommy starts sucking your clit as he licks. You pull on his hair a little harder. " Glad you joined me", you moan with pleasure looking at him. Tommy looks up at you with a sparkle in his eyes.

His sucking and licking noises get louder, where he creates moisture in your rose pink folds. You gently squeeze your legs together where his head stays in place. Him between your legs was a sight to behold. It was like a work of art." Ah yesss right there Tommy", you moan looking at him. A rush of pleasure overcomes your body. Your legs quiver and toes curl.Then you cum and squirt in Tommy's mouth moaning his name. He laps up all your sweet nectar.

Then he stops stroking his cock. It stays hard and erect. Sticking straight out like a branch. He pulls away from your rose bud to look at you. He smiles looking at you. You see that his mouth and chin is glazed with some of your nectar. " What a way to surprise me Tommy", you say seductively looking at him.

" My pleasure love", Tommy says getting up. Then he goes to kiss you passionately. You kiss him back with just as much passion. " Want your pretty mouth around my cock", Tommy moans seductively after he kisses you.

" You like that", you moan softly going near his cock.

" Yes I do", Tommy moans watching you. He takes his pants off.

Then you put his hard length in your mouth, sucking it inch by inch. You let your tongue swirl around his shaft. His cock was perfect for you. One is that you love how veiny he is. Tommy takes his shirt off watching you. You look into his eyes with lust for him. " Yesss right there love", Tommy coos softly at you. Then you start deep throating him. The tip of his cock touches your throat, but you keep going. Tommy goes to hold your hair up. Spit starts running down your mouth, landing on his big balls.

Eventually, you start to gag after a bit. Tommy pulls his cock out with ease. " Suck my big balls love", Tommy moans seductively watching you. " Mmmm", you moan licking your lips looking at his balls. You put each ball sack in your mouth sucking and licking it. " So handsome", you moan sucking his balls. " Feels so good love", Tommy moans with pleasure. You continue sucking his balls till he has enough.

He motions for you to stop with his hand. " I'm so ready to fook you love", Tommy says looking at you. " I want you too", you moan getting up.

Tommy takes your hand, leading you to the bigger lawn chair. You lay down without questioning him. You take your bikini top off. Spreading your legs wide open for him. "Fuck me Tommy", you moan winking at him. You were so eager for him to fuck you. Putting his hard cock in his hand, he gets between you rubbing the head of his cock between your folds. He smiles happily seeing some of your wetness on his tip. " Fast or slow love?", Tommy asks as he enters you. " Fast", you moan softly.

He grabs both your legs; fucking you fast. His cock literally makes you feel full at each thrust. " That's it, right there", you moan softly looking at him. Tommy moans seductively as he fucks you faster. Sounds of skin slapping on skin grow louder. He leans over to suck your right nipple. Your nipples get erect. Tommy slightly pulls on your nipple. Your arousal grows with him doing that. " Oh Tommy", you moan softly watching him. He goes to the left nipple, sucking it. " Love your hard nipples love", Tommy moans softly looking at you. He gives you a very sexy look. You can tell he was enjoying his time with you.

Tommy pulls away to continue fucking you so hard and fast. " I'm so close Tommy!", you moan getting wetter. Wet sounds were louder than ever. " Me too love", Tommy moans as he starts hitting your sweet spot. His big balls smack your folds so hard. Tommy fucks your sweet spot harder, making your inner walls clamp on his cock.

" I want to cum inside you, so you can get pregnant", Tommy pants and moans.

" I want a baby love", you moan loudly.

"I'll give you one", Tommy moans rutting you so fast.

Then the two of you close your eyes, as the big "oh" comes over your bodies. You feel his seed paint your inner walls white. Slowly opening your eyes, you look at Tommy.

" That was hot love", Tommy says as he breaths normal again.

You blush and smile at him. Then he carefully pulls out of you. Some cum leaks out, but you let it stay.

" I love you", you say looking at him.

" I love you too", Tommy says giving you a kiss.

" Want to swim in the pool?", Tommy asks looking at you.

" Sure love", you say getting up.

" Let's go naked in there", Tommy says grinning at you.

" I like that idea", you say getting up.

Then you two walk to the pool. " Bottoms up", you two say as you jump into the water.

The End

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thenightling · 1 year

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Remembering my boy cat, Vlad:

It was mid-June, 2017.

The day I adopted Loki and Vlad was the day I happened to have read the Dream of a thousand Cats story from The Sandman: Volume 3: Dream Country by Neil Gaiman. I forget what chapter that is in the audio drama and don't feel like checking right now but it's the first sixteen minutes of episode 11 of the Netflix series. My original three cats had all died off one at a time except for Isis, who was still alive at the time. First Domino from old age, then Cocoa from cancer. Isis was still alive but we knew she didn't have long. She had kidney disease. So my grandfather decided we should adopt another cat. He said it was to keep Isis company since she missed Cocoa. I picked out Loki first because she was the most affectionate and playful. While I was filling out her paperwork my grandfather jokingly said "If we adopt this one, can we get another half price?" And to his surprise they said yes. So he told me to go back and pick another. This time I was determine to adopt a black cat because I had seen they had four or five black cats and I knew they were difficult to adopt out. Some people are superstitious and others just don't think of them as photogenic. I picked the one that had a damaged ear. The volunteer said he was male. His little fangs were hanging over his mouth like vampire fangs so I named him Vlad after Count Dracula (The commonly used first name for Count Dracula is Vlad. Named for the Prince of Wallachia that was meant to be his human-life backstory, Vladislaus the III of Wallachia). I didn't want to name him Dracula. It felt cliché. And Vlad is still a common boy's name in Romania today, it's considered princely and heroic. I came very close to naming him Morpheus but at the time I hadn't finished reading The Sandman yet and wasn't sure how well I'd like the character when it was finished. Strange, that I had read the cat story the day I adopted those two. It was my first time reading The Sandman so it wasn't planned. When I got Vlad home we got a phone call from the shelter. They felt sure they had given me the wrong paperwork, that the cat I had was a girl. I asked "Are you sure?" and got a snippy "Is there a problem?" No, but I was pretty sure I had a boy... I briefly considered changing the name to Carmilla but some instinct told me to keep the name Vlad even though I supposedly had a girl.

I had named Loki after the Norse God of Mischief because she was mischievous and playful and has big, beautiful, green eyes. Loki is also very clever and snuck out the night I adopted her only to come back on her own before we even noticed she was gone (having pushed out a window screen in the basement). She came to me very wet, while I was at my computer desk, rubbing on me. I thought she had just fallen asleep too close to the window screen while it was raining but the next day she brought us a vole with a tuft of grass and that's how I learned she was sneaking out. So her name really fit her.

Also Loki is a unisex name since Loki can be any gender. A month later I took Vlad for his first vet visit where we learned about his dental condition (his gums were trying to reject his teeth like they were foreign objects). And the vet confirmed that yes, I had a boy cat. The vet even asked "Can't you tell?" Well, I thought I could... A few weeks after I adopted Loki and Vlad, my one remaining older cat, Isis, passed away. Her kidney disease catching up with her. It would be a year later that I would adopt the still-very-much-a-kitten (though she was with the adult cats and the shelter) Spooky. She was so scared, I couldn't leave her there. She was afraid of everything. My grandfather wanted a kitten but Spooky seemed more in need. It was only when I filled out her paperwork that I found out she was only one. And both her and Loki (two years older than her) had previously had litters, despite her young age. I named that one Spooky because she was so scared of everything. It took her three months before she even attempted to socialize. She just hid under one particular piece of furniture. But Loki and Vlad were very patient with her. Vlad just wanted to play. He had this bad habit of assuming every cat wanted to be his friend. Neither hissed nor growled at her and they seemed to even teach her not to do it too, like it was bad manners. Tonight I lost my poor Vlad. Like Isis he had kidney disease but he was euthanized. My girls already miss their brother and I miss him.

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peninkwrites · 2 years

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A New Era - Ch 10 of 11

Bad, Ant, Puffy, Niki, Quackity, Tubbo, Jack, and Purpled have a party of sorts.

Sam is also there.

[CW: violence and threats of violence.]

Crossposted to ao3

Ch 1

Ch 9

Ch 11

Mafia AU masterpost

~ A Collective -

There is surely a finite amount of people who can fit inside the narrow hallway outside of Sam and Ponk’s apartment, but that night seems to committed to pressing the limit.

It goes like this:

It’s well after dark when the earliest arrive, only to find company.

Bad and Ant decide to pay their old comrade a visit, owing Ponk a debt and Bad looking for a nice, easy way to ease out of retirement. They get to the top of the stairs to find a rather solemn, blond teenager climbing through the window, his hood up and a purple bandana pulled over his face.

Before they can question his presence here, there’s more voices from the stairwell.

In the stairwell, mere moments after Ant and Bad had disappeared around the corner onto the landing, Jack and Tubbo are making their own ascent, discussing in hushed whispers if they have the right address, what they’ll do once they get to the door, when that is interrupted by a familiar and surprised voice behind them.

“Tubbo? Jack?”

Tubbo and Jack whirl around sharply, Tubbo staring at Niki with his mouth hanging open. “Niki! What’re you– You’re a baker!”

Niki raises an eyebrow at him, pulling down her own black and white face mask clearly borrowed from her brother. “What did you expect me to bring a rolling pin?” She taps the crowbar in her right against her opposite palm.

“I didn’t expect you at all!”

“I’m here for Ponk,” Niki says. “They’re staying at Eret’s, and well. I’m sure you can guess why I’m here.”

“We’re here for Ponk as well,” Tubbo says.

Jack shrugs. “I’m not. Well, I’m here ‘cause Tubbo’s here, y’know.”

Niki stares up at Tubbo quizzically. “Why would you be here for Ponk?”

“Cause the guy was a big help. Keeping Schlatt down for a while,” another voice comes from behind her and Niki turns, crowbar raised until she recognizes Quackity, who has a gun in one hand, and pliers in the other. Quackity raises his hands passively until Niki lowers the crowbar, looking past her to Tubbo. “Didn’t think you’d be taking this kind of initiative, Tubbo.”

“You said you were busy tonight,” Tubbo says to Quackity almost accusingly.

“Yeah. With this.”

“And you’re the one who told me Eret had to take Ponk to a hospital,” Tubbo continues stubbornly. “Of course I’m here. And, Niki, I didn’t even know you knew Ponk.”

“I do. Not especially well, but…” Niki pauses, holding onto her crowbar a little bit tighter. “When they needed help they called me first, so,” she shrugs. “How could I not follow through?”

“While all that is lovely, I think you all should come upstairs and join the big kids for a little chat,” a voice that should feel friendly, even soft, instead feels far too imposing as the three of them look up the staircase to see a man cast in shadow, black hood pulled down low over his eyes, a smaller man beside him also in all black.

“Bad,” Quackity says, surprised. “I haven’t seen you since, well– A long time.”

“Quackity,” Bad gives him a nod.

“Wait, Bad as in the Badlands Bad?” Tubbo stares sharply between the two of them.

“And who might these little guys be?” Bad tilts his head, looking at the rest of Quackity’s entourage.

“How about we make introduction upstairs?”

The last voice to join the bunch is also familiar to some of them. Ant spots her first, leaning against the doorway behind Quackity. “Puffy? You too?”

An imposing woman with thick, curly hair, twirling a hammer between her fingers, giving a nod of almost praise to Niki’s crowbar.

“Hey, Ant,” she glances up at him, smiling. “This is quite the turnout,” she nods to the rest. “Good to see you, Bad.” She turns her gaze closer, “Niki, Quackity, two boys who I do not know.”

“Come on, she’s right, we shouldn’t hang around out here,” Jack nods up the stairs, and the uneasy group proceeds back to the landing where Purpled had gone from investigating the lock on Sam and Ponk’s door to jumping back, already half out the window, ready to disappear at the sight of a crowd.

“Keep your hair on, Purpled,” Quackity scoffs. “We’re all here for the same reason.”

“Again, who is all?” Ant asks.

Silence. No one wanting to make an introduction first.

Quackity already knows all of them on a professional level, but he’s not really inclined to break the ice.

“I’m Niki. I know… a lot of you from my… business,” keeping things vague is smart, even if almost everyone here had graced her speakeasy at one point or another. She’s pulled her mask back up.

“Hi, I’m Puffy. I’m Foolish’s dad,” Puffy gives a little wave like this is a PTO meeting.

Bad scoffs, “not exactly the title I thought you’d use to introduce yourself, Puffy.”

Puffy smirks. “It’s close enough. What about you, Bad? This doesn’t look like retirement to me.”

“I’m more intrigued by this fella bringing along a little buddy to a violence party,” Bad gives Jack a nod. “Who’re you here on behalf of?”

Jack bristles. He’s not much older than Tubbo, but it’s not the first time people have assumed he was more in his mid twenties from weariness alone. “I’m not the one you should be fuckin’ talking to. I’m not here on behalf of anyone,” he looks to Tubbo, who gives him the slightest of nods. “I’m here with my boss.”

Bad coos, endeared, bending down to Tubbo’s height. “And you’re the boss, are ya? What’s your name?”

Tubbo resists the urge to puff up or snap back with irritation, instead replying cool and calm and in a manner almost pleasant. “Pleasure to meet you, Bad. My name is Tubbo. Last night I killed my father, JSchlatt, and now I am taking his place. I thought a fun first errand might be to bludgeon the pig bastard who hurt an old associate of mine.”

“Tubbo?!” Niki gasps. “Oh my god– you–”

Bad laughs, standing up straight. “You’re Schlatt’s boy? Hm,” he seems to be appraising him in some way.

“I thought Schlatt’s kid was like, too sick and frail to go outside,” Puffy asks, intrigued.

“I wasn’t even sure if you were real,” Ant adds. “What, did he keep you locked in a basement or something?”

“Not quite,” Tubbo shrugs. “I was mostly acting as a lackey, collecting debts, boring nonsense. The too sick to go outside bit was handy. Dear old dad didn’t want, well,” Tubbo smiles, as always his face is too soft, too kind by nature even if his tone and the bitter anger behind his eyes is nothing but. “Someone like me representing his heir, yeah? Regardless, that man is more than dead to me. I would much prefer you all thought of me as his murderer rather than his son.”

There are a few nods of understanding. “Well, then, Tubbo. Congrats. Best of luck to you,” Puffy gives him a nod. “I hope you tear apart his empire. If you ever want to pass it off, I’d be happy to take some of it off your hands.”

Tubbo looks at her sharply, cordial and vicious. “No, no, thank you, but I don’t intend to let go of my inheritance while I’m still breathing.”

Niki wants to ask Tubbo if he’s okay, but she knows better than to imply such weakness when he’s just getting his footing in a very dangerous world.

“Okay, fair,” Puffy nods. “Y’know, if I didn’t know better than to blame a child for the sins of his father, I’d really want to put a bullet between your eyes right now.”

Niki gives her a sharp look, “but you do know better.”

“Yeah. I do.”

Tubbo continues, knowing better than to reject their anger towards what he represents outright. “I know what he’s done. I don’t intend to follow in his footsteps. But you’re quite right, that was never because of me. And perhaps I shouldn’t have said prefer– that implies choice. I have inherited Schlatt’s empire through blood, not by blood. I hope you all can understand that. I’d hate to break the little truce we have going on here over something as absurd as semantics.”

Puffy laughs. “I like you a lot more than that dead bastard.”

Tubbo concedes enough to smile.

“And who might that be?” Jack nods to the shadow lurking by the window.

“Purpled,” Purpled says shortly.

“Okay, that’s nothing,” Jack says with a huff. The rest of them have enough reputation to link to their names.

“Don’t sweat it, Jack. He’s not exactly… forthcoming,” Quackity glances at Purpled. “He’s… He’s good at what he does and if I remember right, an old friend of Ponk’s?”

Purpled gives a nod.

“Well, that’s good enough for me,” Tubbo says.

“I guess this is as good a time to announce it as any,” Bad speaks up. “I am coming out of retirement,” he gives a little bow. “Ant is just… showing me around again,” Bad smiles, teeth too close to fangs. “Nice to meet you all, or remeet some of you. And for such charming work, too.”

Before anyone else can speak, the door behind Bad opens.

“Oh!” Bad turns around, pleasantly surprised.

“Well, that makes things easier,” Niki says brightly, stepping forward.

Sam, for all the trouble he’d gone through the night before, leaves work late. He drives back to their apartment in a cold sort of haze, exhausted and bitter as he had been throughout his shift. He knows, he’s known the entire trip, that Ponk will not be there when he gets back. It still feels like a knife twisted in the wound when he opens the front door and for a moment he sees their keys on the ground and there’s this brief, naive moment of relief.

Until he sees the shattered glass, the fallen side table, the lamp still on the ground.

And patches of the apartment are missing.

First he notices the bookshelves, because the neat rows are toppled in patches, and then he starts looking. A good section of their records are gone. The cabinet by the fridge is open and Sam can see missing mugs. He steps forward, his black work boots crunch sharply on the glass. He shuts the door behind him, looking down at Ponk’s set of keys on the ground. He locks it.

Next he goes to the closed bedroom door, opening it slowly.

Half the closet is empty. The pillow from the left side of the bed is gone.

Fran has made herself quite comfortable on the middle of the bed, getting up and hopping down to greet him, tail wagging.

“Hey, Fran,” Sam gets weak. He falls to his knees and grabs her in a hug, burying his face in her thick, white fur, tears finally coming free after so long. He stays there for a few minutes. That’s all he allows. He stands. “Stay.”

Sam first goes to the closet, taking off his belt and locking up his gun in the safe. The folder containing Ponk’s documents and their passport are gone. He leaves again, shutting the door behind him. He rights the fallen table. He picks up the lamp and puts it back. He gets a broom.

Sam sweeps away the glass. Then he picks up the picture frame.

He should throw it away with the rest. Sam goes to the kitchen counter and lays it there on its front, unclasping the little metal hooks holding it in place.

On the back of the picture, in Ponk’s jaunty handwriting–

Fran’s first summer!

Sam feels another sob rising in his throat. He throws away the broken frame. He puts the picture in the junk drawer by the kitchen sink. Ponk took all of their things, but Sam can see the careful score they kept. Anything in a gray area, the books and records they bought together, the clothes they’d passed between so long Sam wasn’t sure who they had belonged to originally, all of those things stayed. There would be no excuse for Sam to reach out to them. And that meant Ponk had left behind every picture of them together, every silly little keepsake, the movie tickets still stuck to the fridge with a magnet long enough now that the ink was starting to fade, the stupid little plastic turtle Sam had won for them at the docks last year, anything that was meant for them both, whether Ponk was entitled to it or not, they’d left it behind.

The glass cleaned away, he lets Fran out. He keeps himself buried long enough to take her outside. He’s grateful that he doesn’t see a familiar face. If Fran is confused why they hadn’t waited for Ponk to get home, it’s not like she can express it. Sam just keeps going through the motions. He gives her dinner. He doesn’t eat. He lays down on the couch, a pillow hugged to his chest. Sam cries until his chest aches.

Fran comes back to him, going to lick his face, he lets her, laughing weakly, regretting it soon after. “You smell like dog food, Fran,” he scratches behind her ears. She lays her head on the edge of the couch beside him. She doesn’t care if he breaks down, if he allows himself to be weak, even if only alone.

“Why’d they have to do this to us?” Sam chokes out. “W-Why’d they have to ruin it?”

There are voices in the hallway. Sam flinches, but the only person who might’ve had a key, well. They don’t have them anymore. Sam keeps petting Fran, waiting for the voices to die down. They don’t.

Sam feels sharp rage return to him. Tonight of all nights the neighbors have the audacity to have a little party right outside his fucking door– Fine. Fine– any other night he would’ve been tolerant, not tonight. Sam goes to throw open the front door and tell them off.

And is met instead by the face of his old boss.

“Oh!” Bad smiles at him. It is not a kind smile.

A woman Sam does not recognize steps forward. She wears a mask and carries a crowbar, a soft voice is not without threat as she looks at him, “well, that makes things easier.”

Sam catches sight of at least half a dozen more people in the hallway, including the fucking lawyer Quackity HQ and his former police Captain Puffy, among other unfamiliar faces. Sam tries to shut the door. He looks down. Bad’s shoe stops him. Sam pulls back the door to slam it shut again but by then it’s too late, as this strange woman helps Bad force the door open.

They all pile into his apartment. Sam stumbles back.

He thinks of his gun locked in the safe.

“Get out,” Sam says mostly on impulse.

Ant laughs. “Come on, Sam. You know better.”

Every person in the room is armed. Very few of them have guns at the ready. Sam knows exactly what’s going to happen now. Back in his own Badlands days, this had been a common task. Bad being here was a surprise, not only because of his previous retirement, but the Boss doesn’t make these kinds of runs. He and Ant however; there’s a reason Ant had said you know better. Sam doesn’t know what to do from the other side of things.

Sam continues to scan the room and back away, his eyes meet Quackity’s and he’s struck by panic. Sam grabs Fran’s collar, pulling her back. She has been pacing the room, not barking, tail wagging. She’s familiar with half the faces here.

“No– No, Quackity, please– Please don’t kill my dog– I did what you said, I did what you said–” Sam is frantic and unarmed, but he tries to keep Fran behind him. He is unable to stop his voice from trembling.

Everyone else in the room looks at Quackity with blatant concern. Okay, so they weren’t all in on that part.

Quackity steps forward, looking irritated. He does have his gun at the ready. Along with pliers. “You’re a fucked up bastard, do you know that? You really think I was gonna kill your dog? The dog didn’t do anything. Do you think we’d stoop to your level?” Quackity sneers, “what a fucking cop thing to expect.” Quackity steps forward, unafraid of the man who towers over him. He laughs half under his breath. “Holy shit– have you been crying?”

Sam tries to turn cold, exchange an expression of fear to something stoic, but all that does is confirm it. “Oh my god!” Quackity cackles, “you’re fucking pathetic!”

“What do you have to feel sorry for yourself for?” He doesn’t know this strange woman, but she stares at him with a hatred far too personal.

Sam looks over the gathered crowd. No one has moved to begin. He tries a familiar face he had known to be fair and just once. “Puffy… Puffy, I don’t know why you’re here, but–”

“Really?” Puffy scoffs. She doesn’t even look angry, just disappointed. “You don’t know why I’m here?”

Sam falls silent for a moment. All of these people, so entitled and to what? Ponk’s revenge? They made a choice, they got into this situation all on their own– “None of you understand–”

The strange woman swings her crowbar into his gut, knocking the wind out of him and sending him to the floor.

Now Fran is barking, a growl deep in her throat.

“Niki!” The strange boy who looks like he could be sixteen gasps in surprise.

“Slow down, Quackity’s right, we don’t want her getting hurt,” Puffy reaches out a hand to stop her. Puffy goes over to Fran. “Hey, Fran, you remember me!” She says sweetly. “Hey, good girl, come on. Come here–” Fran pauses long enough for Puffy to grab her collar and drag her into the bathroom, her whining all the while and still barking when she shuts her in.

“And besides, there’s a lot of us here, we’ll need to be a bit more methodical about this,” Bad points out.

“Yeah. Ponk wants him alive,” Puffy agrees.

“Actually, they didn’t want us here at all,” another younger voice speaks up from the back of the room, a young man with a purple bandana covering his face. “So. Yeah. No killing him.”

Sam gets desperate. He knows better. He knows exactly how these things go but as he struggles to get to his feet he can’t help but scream– “Help! Someone call the police– Someone h–”

Before he can get up, it’s that stupid fucking kid who’s half the size of him in an oversized suit that kicks him in the nose and sends him back to the ground, blinding pain splitting through his face.

“Okay, well. That’s step one sorted,” Antfrost came prepared as well with a coil of rope. Before Sam can try to stand again, Bad’s boot is pressing down on the back of his neck, threatening to break his spine if he struggles.

“Oh, don’t tie his legs. Not like he can run anywhere, and my plan was, y’know, the classics. Kneecaps,” Puffy shrugs.

“Puffy, Puffy please, you were good once–” Before Sam can continue pleading, Antfrost has shoved some cloth in his mouth, binding it tightly with a red neckerchief. Sam is cut off from any help. As if anyone would give it to him.

“Well, now that he’s shut up, what’re we thinking?” Jack bounces back on his heels, looking cheery. Tubbo shakes out his foot with a frown, that hurt more than he expected it to.

“Mkay, we could split him up. Two groups get the kneecaps, the other two get the legs? There are…” Bad does some counting, “four groups here, yes?”

“No, no we came on our own,” Tubbo says, nodding to Jack. “Meeting up with Quackity and Niki was just a happy accident,” he shrugs.

Bad looks delighted. “Oh! Wait- Wait, so, one,” he nods to Puffy, “two,” Purpled, “three,” Tubbo and Jack, “four,” Niki, “five,” Quackity, “six,” he gestures back to himself and Ant, “groups of people all agreed to come here separately? And we’re all here for Ponk, yes? I mean, I wouldn’t put it past Sam to be getting into more trouble, but still.”

General nods of agreement.

“Aw,” Bad claps, endeared. “I am loving the solidarity here! Maybe two of us could hold him still, and the rest break his legs?” Bad looks over at Quackity and his pliers, “but it looks like you were feeling creative, huh? We could tie him to a chair if you want! I’m guessing fingernails?”

Quackity shrugs, as if bashful, “aw, y’know, just doing my part,” he grins.

Purpled actually speaks up as well, a rarity for him in such a group, “I was thinking the usual he fell down the stairs type deal. We don’t have to limit ourselves to just busting his kneecaps, right?”

“True,” Jack agrees. “I’ll admit, this is me and Tubbo’s first– what did you call it?” He looks at Bad, “a violence party?”

Bad shrugs, “sort of tongue n’ cheek, but sure.”

“And with so many of us, not killing him might take a little more effort,” Puffy points out.

“My thoughts exactly,” Bad agrees.

Behind them on the floor, Sam interrupts noisily, choking, struggling against the expertly tied knots around his wrists, unable to draw air from the bloody nose Tubbo gave him with the gag in his mouth. He’s desperately trying to exhale enough to clear his airways, spraying blood from his nose, but every inhale just means he’s surely just gagging on the taste of copper as he continues to bleed heavily.

Ant crouches down beside him, holding him still by grabbing onto a fistful of his hair. “Okay, don’t worry, Sam, we don’t want you to pass out either. So, if I take the gag out, you’re not gonna scream anymore, right?”

Sam glares at him, eyes watering for reasons beyond his lack of air. He manages a nod. Ant unties the gag. Sam spits blood that had poured down his throat, gasping wheezily.

“Do you guys want to grab drinks after this?” Niki asks.

“Slow down there, let’s get this part done first and we’ll see about having a fuckin’ party, alright?” Quackity says.

“Maybe,” Puffy gives Niki a teasing nudge.

“Hey, Captain,” Purpled speaks up again, Puffy looks at him first. “No, the idiot on the floor. Captain, you got any cash tucked away?”

“W-What?” Sam sputters.

Several of the others, namely Niki, Jack, and Tubbo, all unaccustomed to such goings on, give Purpled a dirty look.

“I was gonna give it to Ponk, to be clear,” Purpled defends himself with little actual care.

“Okay, this was not how I was planning on spending my whole night, so either we make plans, or I am going to continue breaking his teeth,” Niki says.

Bad sighs, mulling it over. He smiles like a benevolent coach or maybe a vampire, “you know what, it’s been a while, I’m happy being the chaperone for this one. You kids have fun, I’ll keep an eye out for fatal injuries, alright?”

“H-Hey, Bad,” Sam speaks up from the ground, voice distorted by a nose clogged by blood.

Bad stares down at him, expression difficult to read. They had been friends once. Sam had followed Bad into hellfire and back. And Bad had let him go. Sam was grateful for that. He still had expected their history to mean something more. So he pushes further.

“Does Sapnap know you’re back in business? Oh, wait, you haven’t spoken to him in years, right? You can’t even find him, can you? I know because I helped Sapnap make sure,” Sam is stupid enough to attempt to be vicious.

Bad looks down at him with the disposition of a scolding teacher to a child, a mild-tempered smile and cool gaze which is not reflected in him extending a hand and Puffy passing him her hammer.

Ant grabs Sam and covers his mouth just in time for him to start screaming. Tubbo tries not to look away. Jack does when he sees bone.

#my writing #mafia au #SAM GETS HIS COMEUPPANCE #as always feedback is cherished <3 #this one is a banger so #awesamdude my stupid little meow meow #I love him I want him to get what’s coming to him

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veronicaphoenix · 7 months

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Chapter tags & trigger warnings: Japanese folklore, implied mentions of depression + substance intake. Basically angst, a confused Noah, a cryptic grandmother, and Jolly and Jesse trying to be good friends. | Word count: 3.1k | Cross posted on AO3. | Series masterpost. ✧.*

General trigger warnings: This work addresses and depicts issues related to addiction and violence, contains explicit sexual content, and explores themes of childhood trauma. Reader discretion is advised. +18

Four days.

I spent four days in bed, wondering if it was ever going to end.

Four days with a fever that came and went.

Four days coughing-up all kinds of flowers.

Jolly joked that we could make bouquets and sell them, make a living out of it. That was the second day, right before he decided he was going to call the doctor. When I tried to rise my voice to complain, he told me to fuck off.

Four days with Lia ignoring my calls and replying to my texts with single words.

The doctor came on a grey afternoon —to make it any more dramatic, sure— and checked me up, only to tell me what we all already knew: My condition was very strange, he had never seen something like it, and he could only prescribe some more medicines or take me to the hospital so that they could run more tests. That’s what had happened last time, and things didn’t get any better until Lia appeared through the door, breathing hard because Jesse had just called her and told her that I had been admitted in the hospital. She spent a few hours with me in the hospital room. Then, once I was cleared, she came home with me, kept me company for a while, and when she went back to Mitch’s apartment, he bruised her. I didn’t know then. If I had known, I would have taken her out of that Hell much before, when it was still not too late.

With the constant high fever came the hallucinations. Sometimes I could see Lia by my side. She would place her hand on my forehead and look at me apprehensively, worry flooding her eyes. Then she would move my hair out of my face, trace my eyebrows with the tip of her fingers, and tell me I would be alright.

And I would. I really got better the times it’d happened before. Lia believed it was the medication I was taking, just as the doctors and Jolly and the rest of the boys believed, but I knew better.

Jolly also told me that I would call for her in my sleep.

I was a mess.

The day after she left, Jolly called her and she didn’t pick up, as expected, so he took my car keys and drove to her apartment. He knocked on her door three times before she let him in. She looked as if she had just woken up, but her eyes told a different story.

Jolly didn’t tell her what was going on with me. Not needed, for she knew. She gave him some tea leaves and raw ginger that would help with the dry and itchy throat, but I didn’t take any of it.

One week after, Jolly was sure that she was not sleeping at all. He had been keeping an eye on her, visiting her every couple of days, trying to take her out and go to do some shopping, maybe go to the cinema while Jesse stayed with me to make sure I didn’t choke on a coughing fit, but Lia was tired and depressed. She wanted to stay home and take care of her plants. Her fridge was full of beer, and every time Jolly entered her apartment, he would find empty blisters everywhere. He drove her to her two therapy appointments and waited for her outside, worried that she would just throw a rock to the therapist window on the way out or something. At some point, Jolly told her off for being so reckless, for not looking after herself first. He told her he didn’t want to lose her friend, and she started crying.

Lia, in Jolly’s arms, told him she missed me, and that she was sorry for everything, but she didn’t want to see me. She didn’t know how to stop it all. She couldn’t go on with her day without taking pills, and the ones she had been prescribed to help her sleep were not working anymore. A couple of times, Jolly had taken all the bottles of alcohol away from her, much to her dismay and ignoring her tantrums.

Towards the end of the second week, Lia’s attitude seemed to change. She agreed on going out with Jolly and Folio to buy some stuff we were missing for the upcoming tour, and she managed to regain some focus and get some work done. She had always been super hard working. It was only during her breakdowns that she wouldn’t be able to get anything done. Jolly came home one morning after spending a couple of hours with her and Bryan. They’d gone out for breakfast and then followed Bryan to a Canon shop to get new lens and accessories for his cameras.

I had started feeling better a few days prior, and when I woke up one morning and I didn’t feel any soreness in my throat and didn’t find any flowers on my bed and on the floor, I stood up abruptly, fucking worried.

“Jolly!”

It was around eight in the morning, and Jolly was still asleep. I had to shout his name three times and knock on his door before he managed to get out of the bed. He looked exhausted, and me and Lia were to blame. He had been playing nurse for us and that was far from being his favorite game. Jesse appeared at the end of the hallway. He’d been up since earlier and got startled with my screams.

“What’s going on?” He asked, looking at me with a furrowed brow.

Jolly was probably thankful that Jesse asked that question because he wasn’t sure he could speak yet. Half of him was still dreaming.

“Can any of you call Lia? You need to call her right now.”

“Noah, she must be sleeping. It’s…” Jesse checked the watch on his wrist. “Ten to eight. What’s up?”

“I’m fucking fine, that’s what happens. She’s either on her way here or… or…” I don’t know. Something worse. “Please, call her right now.”

“Okay, dude, chill,” Jolly put a hand to my chest. His hair was a mess, and he hadn’t even opened his eyes fully yet. He looked like the dude with the wax mask from House of Wax.

The house smelt like coffee. Jesse had probably been preparing it in the kitchen.

“Nothing has happened to Lia,” Jolly continued. “I was with her yesterday. She had her therapy appointment and later we went to KFC with Bryan and Jesse. She was fine, right?” He asked Jesse, who nodded. Jolly narrowed his eyes and used a hand to shade his eyes from the bright light in the corridor. “Can you put that light off? It’s fucking killing me, man.”

Jesse switched off the light and told him to get back to bed. He would call Lia.

I followed him to the kitchen and ushered him to call before something happened. I had never recovered without Lia’s presence. I was afraid that something bad had happened this time. Fucking Jesse made me wait until he made coffee. He put a hot mug in my hands and told me to sit down, but I didn’t. I waited with the steaming hot black coffee in my hands until I heard Lia’s soft voice on the other side of Jesse’s phone.

“Is everything alright?” He asked after greeting her with a cheerful ‘good morning, girly’.

I tried to catch her words, but the sound was too faint, and the looks that Jesse was sending me didn’t help.

“Where are you?”

I couldn’t hear her voice and my fingers were itching, desperate to grab Jesse’s phone and hear Lia’s morning voice on the other side of the line.

“Nothing. Mister Noah Sebastian here had a nightmare or something and got up very worried about you, as per usual.” Jesse laughed, but the sound faded too quickly, and I sensed something was wrong. “Lia?”

She spoke again. I heard her tone getting louder for a couple of seconds, then it faded again.

“You sure you’re alright?” Jesse asked one more time.

He nodded to the phone, as if Lia could see him.

“Okay, I’ll see in you three days, yeah? Be good, and text us if you need anything. Bye.”

I walked two steps closer to Jesse, leaving the coffee mug on the kitchen isle.

“What did she say?”

“She said it’s the first night she’s been able to sleep properly, and I woke her up.” He tried to sound condescending. I wasn’t having any of it.

“But she’s okay?”

“She’s okay as she can be. She’s at home and she plans on spending the day working. She did sound a bit off when I told her you were worried, other than that, she’s doing well,” he opened his arms, a gesture to prove that my worry was unfounded. “She’ll be here in a few days to start sorting out the new merch and loading the trucks.”

A wave of relief spread through my chest. I decided to take a sip from that coffee and give myself a break. From all the times I had texted Lia through those weeks, she had always given me plain answers, and it was obvious she was lying every time she told me she was okay. She asked about my condition a few times, too, but the conversation didn’t go further than a few “don’t forget to take your meds”, “keep drinking hot tea”, and “take care of yourself”, as if she was my fucking doctor and not my best friend.

I decided to take a shower before breakfast, change my bedsheets, clean my room, and start prepping for tour. We were set to start off in less than two weeks, and it felt like everything was out of place. I had missed a few phone calls during the week, and I had loaded the boys with the work that I was supposed to manage. I had to check my voice, make sure that was in perfect condition. The new merch that Lia had ordered was meant to arrive anytime now, and she would have to go through it and do all the paperwork pending.

Before Nick and Folio arrived and we all sat down to discuss band stuff, I dropped in the armchair in my room, the one by the window where Lia used to read books and called grandma.

Her sweet old voice at the other end made me feel some kind of happiness that I only found in knowing she was still there with me, even though we had seas and oceans between us. After grandpa died seven years ago, grandma decided to move back to Japan. She wanted to spend her old days there, in the house she grew up in, and given that by then Lia and I were already settled on our own, she was free to go. We visited her once a year, if money allowed us, and this year we were all scheduled to travel to Japan in a couple of months for a short tour of four shows.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call these past few days,” I started. My fingers softly scratched the fabric of the armrest, and I quickly noticed a black stain on it. Lia had been painting her nails there after finishing a compilation of stories by Angela Carter last week, and the remnants of her clumsiness were still there. “I was ill and…”

“I know, dear.”

Of course she knew. She’d always had that sort of sixth sense, and I never understood how, or where it came from, but it was there. Grandma was a special kind.

“How did…?” I started asking, nevertheless.

“It’s the flowers again, isn’t it?” She didn’t sound worried. It must have been the normalcy of my voice.

“Yeah, but I still don’t get it. I don’t get how you can…”

“You were never a kid prone to get sick, except for when you used to go to the lake and be in the water for hours at the end of summer…” Grandma’s voice carried a subtle note of reproach, but it was more reminiscent of concern than criticism. She’d had to look after me whenever I got sick because I spent too many hours in the water, with Lia swimming around me. “For the last two years it seems this disease has set its sights on you.”

Yeah, no joke.

“I’m okay now,” I reassured her. “The first four days were the worst, though.”

I could picture her nodding very slowly, sat in her favorite rocking chair in her living room. The smell of sandalwood all around her.

It was her next question that took me by surprise.

“So, is Lia there?”

Her tone implied that she knew more than she let on. She was aware of my condition from the very beginning, and she had her own theories. She once told Lia and me about that red string I found stuck in my bike’s pedal after the first time I met her, some random stuff about it being the string of fate or some similar bullshit. Neither of us had believed her story. We dismissed all of grandma’s beliefs and superstitions as whimsical tales, unaware of the deeper truths they held. Yet, in this moment, grandma’s question carried a weight that hinted that she knew more about Lia and me that we ourselves knew…

“No,” I answered.

“No?”

“That’s what’s so strange. I don’t understand,” I admitted. There was no point in hiding anything from that old lady.

Grandma went silent. The weight of it pressed upon me, and a sense of unease reached my bones. The room seemed to hold its breath.

“Grandma?”

“Yes, Noah,” her voice was confident but soft. Her tone had gone neutral. I knew she was thinking. “It is indeed strange.”

I could almost see the strokes of contemplation shaping her features; her frown, her wrinkles dancing as her expression shifted.

“You know,” I started saying after a few seconds that I spent looking through the window. “You’re the only one that believed me when I said that whenever Lia was around the cough stopped. I know I barely believed you and those legends you used to tell us but… I can’t help to think maybe there’s something I’m missing. Whatever this is, there’s a difference this time, and I don’t know what it is. She’s not here. I haven’t seen her in more than eight days.”

“What’s wrong, Noah?”

She would know there’s something wrong even if I tried to hide it. She had seen us grow together, me and Lia. She knew our dynamic. She knew when we were upset, angry and disappointed with each other. The first time Lia and I had a real argument was when I told her I was dropping out of school. She felt betrayed and abandoned. She feared the years ahead that she would have to face on her own. She thought I was also going to leave town and leave her for once and for all. She was not used to people staying in her life, not for long anyway. I tried to reassure her that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed, but she was so angry that she ignored me for days, heartbroken, and as soon as I entered my grandparents’ house that evening, grandma knew something had happened between us.

I let out a heavy sigh.

“Lia is going through something and… Things are complicated, grandma. I wish I could explain it to you. She’s in her apartment right now. The guys have been checking in on her. She’ll be fine, I guess.”

“She’s strong, your Lia, that I know.”

My Lia.

“I’m trying my best, grandma.”

“I know you are, darling. And there is, in fact, a reason why you’ve healed on your own.”

“Why is that?” It was driving me insane. I knew something had changed but I still couldn’t put my finger on it.

A moment of hesitation lingered on the line before grandma spoke again.

“I’m not sure you want me to tell you over the phone…”

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, fatigue tugging at my consciousness.

She sensed it. She knew I couldn’t probably deal with it now.

“We can talk about it when I travel to Tokyo in two months. That’d be better.”

I envisioned the city, a distant dream waiting patiently. Last time Lia and I had traveled there we had done it alone, without friends, and Lia had slept most of the flight with her head on my shoulder. Now, that felt like an opportunity that had slipped through my fingers. We had spent nights whispering to each other in my room in grandma’s house until grandma came to tell us to be quiet and Lia had had to retreat to the guest room. What I would give to have that right now and have the fucking courage to make things better.

“Right now… We have to get ready for the tour in the States.”

“I understand,” She went silent again, and I knew there was something else she wanted to say. “Noah, it’s a good sign that Lia is not there and that you’ve recovered.”

“How is that a good sign?” I asked.

I wanted to scream that Lia should be here, that I fucking wanted her here.

“That means she knows now.”

“What does she know?” I hated it when she got so cryptic. It drove me crazy. She had been doing that more and more lately since I turned into a teenager and started questioning everything: the system, religion, friendships, love… “She doesn’t know,” I cut her off immediately. “She doesn’t know because Jolly told me he didn’t tell her.”

She doesn’t know that I love her.

“It’s not about your feelings,” she replied. I had never told her what I felt about Lia because I myself had been rejecting the sole idea. Grandma probably knew since before I even knew myself.

Now, it felt like the most normal thing to talk about, as if we had been talking about it for years when, in fact, it was the first time I was alluding to the fact that I loved my best friend beyond a platonic way. Grandma didn’t question it because she had known it hadn’t been like that for years.

“It’s about hers,” she finished.

I slugged my shoulders, defeated, exhausted.

“Grandma, you’re going to have to be more specific. Otherwise, I’m going to get a headache that I definitely do not need right now.”

“She’ll come around; you’ll see.”

I prayed she would. I clung to those words and wished grandma well. I was eager to see her, eat her food, feel the comfort of her home in Japan, the scent of the incense she lighted up every evening, and spend teatime by her side listening to her childhood memories and all those myths she was such a believer in.

Lia and I saw each other again three days later.

Something had indeed changed, but only she knew what it was, and grandma, too, of course.

#noah sebastian fic #bad omens fic #bad omens fanfic #noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian x ofc #koi no yokan #noah sebastian

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cmyknoise · 2 years

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Hey guys, I know I complain about Revolt as a merch company a LOT.

But there is a very very long twitter thread, as Wilbur’s merch starts shipping out, of designs coming in completely wrong. Like, the teal hoodie seems to be the biggest problem, as it’s coming in with the brown hoodie design. This means it doesn’t have the windows logo or the printed on back, and several are missing the drawstrings.

Other issues such as the navy crewneck coming in bright blue, and shipping issues, etc.

Here’s the Twitter Thread

There’s a lot of issues, and be careful as you receive your merch from Revolt (look the clothes over while they’re still in the plastic wrapping, I believe the site says if the wrapping is removed you can’t return it).

If something is wrong take pictures and send emails to [email protected]

This issue is seriously fucked up and I’ve gone on and on before about how Revolt is a shit merch company, but now they’re not even getting the designs of the clothing right and the hoodies especially were very expensive. Please be cautious.

If you’re curious, Tubbo, Ranboo, Karl, Jack Manifold, Wilbur, Tommy, and a few others have done merch through this company, but it is not their fault. The company is vague to customers and the cc!s they do this deal with. Wilbur read what Revolt had told him and it was vague and the exact same copy/paste message that they send fans when they question shipping times.

Please please please stop buying from Revolt, and please keep an eye out on your merch as it comes in, the teal hoodie from Wilbur especially.

IF YOU GET THE WRONG HOODIE DO NOT TAKE IT OUT OF THE CLEAR PLASTIC. IF THE FRONT DESIGN ISNT THE RIGHT ONE, IT’S NOT RIGHT. IF YOU TAKE IT OUT OF THE CLEAR PLASTIC YOU CAN’T RETURN IT.

EDIT: Some additional things are below!!

The teal hoodie should look like this ⬇️⬇️

It is being shipped with no draw streams, very acid washed, and with the design that was exclusive to the brown hoodie ⬇️⬇️

The brown hoodie is embroidered but features no back design, just Wilbur’s name.

There are other issues with one of the long sleeve shirts arriving a bright blue rather than a muted navy blue.

The merch in general is so far 2-3 weeks late in shipping, and responses from support are vague and bare.

Also! I just want to compile my personal experiences with Revolt and some other comments

I first ordered Tubbo merch when it was initially released in June 2021. It was initially delayed from shipping in Sepetember to October.

October rolled around, no further update. I sent a support email and it took about 2 weeks for a response. I was told they’d be shipping within a week. The week passed, it’s now early November and I contact them again. I’m told it’ll ship out late November. No update, no merch. Early December I sent out another email and they responded a week later that it’ll get there by the end of December. Once again, I waited, and I received Tubbo’s merch early January.

I first ordered Ranboo’s merch when it was initially released, it was supposed to ship out early November. Again the date rolls around and nothing. It took 3 weeks for me to get an email back, in which case I was told it would ship out in a week or two. Repeat of what happened with Tubbo, and I didn’t get my merch until January.

Every email was the same cut/paste response of ‘we’ve been delayed, items haven’t come in, we expect to get them in a few days, we’ll ship next week.’ but this happens each and every time.

Luckily, all my orders came in correct and of decent quality, but I’ve seen quality control issues from other people’s orders.

I didn’t buy Ranboo’s holiday merch, but I’ve seen the snowglobe issues. There were also issues of the hat not fitting. Some of Tubbo’s second release pin boxes would show up missing pins.

Whatever is going on is extremely disappointing and I urge you to look at the thread as more and more is added to it. I think somehow this should be brought to cc’s attention, but I have no idea how (Reddit maybe, since Wilbur checks that a lot).

I want to be clear that it seems that the cc’s are unaware of this issue. Revolt very obviously sends them quality pre-designs of the merch, things they can wear a few months ahead to hype up the merch. It seems they may also be of better quality.

Based on what Wilbur has said in the last two streams he’s done (April 14th & 15th), it seems he’s aware of the late shipping times and seemed mildly upset by them. He contacted the team but was told the exact same things they tell customers, which is unfortunate. It seems Revolt is as equally unclear to who they partner with as they are with fans buying merch.

I strongly advise you not purchase merch sold by Revolt in the future. This is pretty much anything under preorder with the fancy websites, Currently Phil and Wilbur do have merch shops unattached to Revolt, I’ve bought merch from them, they’re safe.

Just be weary buying from Revolt.

#revolt #wilbur soot #important!!#please check it out #and be wary of any merch drops from this company in the future #long post

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blueaetherr · 2 years

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sirimiri (excuse me)

pairing: jude bellingham x gn!reader [they/them]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where jude sees the positives in a rainy day

now playing: excuse me by jazmine sullivan

Sat by the living room window, they sighed as they watched the rain fall, and fall, and fall without end. It just wouldn't stop for a moment or two. They shook their head, beginning to get up. "I can't keep up with this."

The weather didn't exactly bring about their disappointment. Rainfall, dull skies companied by fog or cloud—it was a given where they were, and it no could longer surprise them. How it acted, however, how a little drizzle could transform into hail, or how the weather app could never do its job to predict the weather toned down Y/N's mood more than enough. It was the cause of many missed opportunities and outings, much like a day out with Jude.

And maybe it was an exaggeration on their part. Y/N and Jude lived together. The two could do anything and everything at home, everything if one let their imagination wander that far. Binge their favourite show, play on the game with their friends, lay in bed for the day and refuse to get up. That, unfortunately, came with no excitement when those activities were already so habitual and overdone. That was, of course, if Y/N and Jude could do those activities together with their busy schedules. The day was already beginning to lack.

"This is literally an opportunity in disguise!" Jude exclaimed as he came into the room, sitting down next to Y/N. Noticing the rainfall, he already grew such a positive outlook on their day even though it had yet to begin. He ignored their far from up-right position on the couch. "There's so much to do."

They noticed the hoodie he wore and scoffed out a laugh. It was for Y/N—oversized—but it fit Jude perfectly. Y/N let their eyes wander around the room, hoping to find interest in something they had perhaps never noticed before. "Other than everything else we do every day," they closed their eyes, yawning, "like what exactly? Entertain me."

Even before Y/N could open their eyes Jude had left and come back into the room, a bit of rustling reaching their ears. When Jude nudged them, Y/N open their eyes to witness the source of recreation Jude managed to collect for the two. From a list of activities to do (on rainy days) to board games that neither have touched since their adolescent years together. "You've got this all planned out, huh?" They glanced between Jude and the jigsaw, breathing out a laugh. It was the picture of it that got them. "No way!"

Jude clasped his hands together as he shrugged, letting a timid smile flourish. There was so much pride in his look. "I told you I was gonna come through." It was true to say that he was the optimist, witnessing the good before the bad of the day. Perhaps the weather did ruin the pair's day out, sure. But Jude knew how to make the day still worthwhile, knowing well how to make something that was cute and whole and rather enjoyable for the both of them to follow along with.

"No, no, no. Just..." The two were sat together on the floor constructing a jigsaw puzzle. Jude swatted Y/N's hand away from a jigsaw piece. According to the player, there was a strategy for piecing a jigsaw together. He guided their hand to a few other pieces. "Yeah. Corners first."

"What does it matter?" Y/N laughed as they took whatever piece they picked. "We already know what it is."

He got a few pieces together, slowly seeing the pair's faces come together. "Remember this?" Jude asked.

"Of course," they hummed, completing the jigsaw with the final piece. Leaning back on Jude's shoulder, Y/N tilted their head a bit. "Kinda hard to forget." The jigsaw puzzle was far too personalised for the two, far too important and familiar from past days. It was a picture of Jude and Y/N on the day of their first date, the day the two also shared their first kiss.

It was nice to move away from the modern stuff of things. Away from the technology, away from the screens and alerts of others. Every time it was tempting to turn back to all of it, the two found further entertainment in something new and different. Though enjoyment was received on both ends, everything was catered to fit Y/N's interests first. Jude let that happen well before the day began.

The puzzles and jigsaws he chose because Y/N was objective and one who liked problem-solving, even when the task at hand was minor. Those indie and authentic movies the pair chose to watch because Y/N appreciated how home movies could offer so much on such a limited budget. Or the homemade meals the pair made together because Y/N found so much laughter and amusement from witnessing Jude modelling in a cooking apron.

More than willingly, Jude let the day unfold in Y/N's favour.

And during every intermission—switching to the next movie or board game, or letting the cookies finish in the oven—was spent falling into a singing session. Sticky hands from baking interlocked as the two swayed to their favourite tunes playing in the kitchen. Where Jude's voice drowned out their own and he would sing louder, and louder, and louder until they would try to shy away from lyrics he sang to along with the artist in the background.

But Jude would only pull Y/N back into his embrace. His voice would strain and by far too much, struggling to utter a few words, not even bothering to level with the artist's vocal range. But he didn't care, and they didn't care.

The meaning of the song failed to lack in any way. Jude knew all the lyrics to their favourite song. He spoke every word with so much care and love and vulnerability 'cause he could only give all of himself for his partner, Y/N was the only person he could open up to . So much that Y/N got caught up smiling and laughing so hard, enjoying the moment so much that they failed to notice that one single tear slip out.

An afternoon full of musical confessions, soft memories, sweet-talking drowned out the sound of the rain.

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studiojeon · 3 years

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use me | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. i think you can read this by itself though :)

| summary | - Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you.

warnings: language (?), mentions of hook ups and situationships. mentions of emotional trauma.

contents: a compilation of moments that contributed to the growth of their relationship, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read and sus. oc is kinda whipped and scared af. chaeryeong knows who you are and where you live. jk and oc are scared to let each other in. friends to lovers, idol!jungkook x student!oc.

author’s note: i hate this, but i have to get it off my chest. (the narration is off af but if i keep it in my drafts for longer this will never see the light of the day). p.s. thank u so much for the support on the last drabble <3

playlist: rain by trey songz (feat. swae lee).

words: 4.75k

“JK?” as his broad back faces you, you call out his name timidly, not missing the way he swiftly turns around as soon as he hears his name come from your lips. Hair wet and darker than usual, a very big sweat stain at the center of his hoodie. He had just gotten out of practice, you assumed.

“___?” he replied with the initials of your name as well, one of his tired grins plastered on his face, he must have been exhausted. You had caught on to him just as he walked out of the practice room in front of the elevator on your way to your office, right when you needed him, but now you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to pester him. Even so, you didn’t know anyone else you could ask for help, aside from Linh who was currently in her own office doing other tasks you had assigned to her.

“Are you busy right now?” your eyes stare at him shyly, in hopes that he was willing to help you out, because you wanted to be around him, so maybe he could share a bit of his positive energy with you, the past week had been hellish. “Could use some help returning all those heavy stacks of paper in my office”.

“Of course! Why didn’t you give me a call earlier though? It’s pretty late” he walked by your side and you enter the elevator, beginning your adventure around the company.

Jungkook was fun. Always bubbly and reciprocative, constantly trying his best to make you laugh and make the absolute best of your situation, even if he could be a bit stubborn at times. You liked the spontaneity he provided though, the way he would switch from one topic to another and how he would make silly faces at you whenever you locked eyes.

He didn’t know, but in pure ignorance, he had just made your day ten times better.

In the past week, you had received a lot of counterarguments, one by one, on how useless your management tactics were. Granted, you hadn’t expected for your ideas to be welcomed with open arms, but at least you had hoped they would take them into consideration. You had also been assigned a team, in charge of social media management, who worked monotonously and with little to no insertion in the actual target audience… your logic was: how can you advertise products to an audience you don’t even have the mere interest to know? You had designed a strategy, presented it, and no one paid any mind to you.

But for the most part, you felt lonely. Had no one to talk to, nor go to whenever you needed your spirits to be lifted up.

Chaeryeong was busy busy with group projects and work. To the extent where she would get up at seven in the morning and come back at 12 pm. It wasn’t always like that, so you didn’t worry too much, but the fear she would wear herself off like usual still crowded your mind.

You close your office door with a sigh. Tired from everything, but somehow, your heart a little fuller, knowing that maybe you could use Jungkook in the future to give you a lift. Both figuratively and literally because he had offered to drive you home, being the gentleman he was.

“Why do you look like a sad puppy?” he asked you once you were sitting by his side in his very expensive and luxurious mercedes. Tinted windows and jet black shiny paint covered the outside of his car, the smell of air refresher and pinecone filling the inside. Mans was getting hotter by the minute.

“It’s friday night after the longest week of work. How can I not?” you put on your seat belt and lean back against the leather cushions. He pouts in response to you, with a concerned look on his face.

For a second you wonder if he did this with most coworkers… being nice to them and offering them drives after having met them just a few times before. Kinda risky behviour, considering his position and squeaky clean reputation. You figure this would only last a bit before he realized he had more important things to be focusing on.

“Do you ever get chased home?” you ask randomly.

With one hand on the wheel and the other leaned against his door he meditated on his response. “It happened once… And then I moved out, got a new car and everything. Shit was wild” he chuckles and you think that was the first time you had heard him curse, like ever. Jungkook, friendly and everything, wasn’t too big of a talker, but with you he found himself spilling, without giving it much thought. It felt refreshing to hear his voice and listen to his stories and the way he expressed himself. He was more interesting than he seemed, apparently. “Aren’t you hungry, by the way? We can have something to eat before i drop you off”

Traffic was hellish in Seoul everyday at every hour, and choosing to drive through Itaewon on a friday night wasn’t the smartest decision on Jungkook’s behalf, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that. Considering the demands of his job, he probably didn’t know his way around the city that well. You conclude taking a detour wouldn’t hurt. “I’m starving actually.”

He ends up taking you to a restaurant near your neighborhood you had mentioned being good and not crowded at all, the latter catching his attention immediately. It was a modest but nice place owned by a very funny and loud ahjussi. The man had lost count of how many times you had come down from your apartment at 11 pm and asked him to make you vegetarian tteokguk, but they were enough so that he could memorize your five orders by heart and the amount of saewoo mandu you could down by yourself in five minutes. You were making him rich at that point so the least he could do was comply when you gently asked him to shut the place down for you. Jungkook hadn’t asked you, but you knew how things could get awkward and dangerous quickly if too many people found out about him being there. “Ahjussi, you don’t have to” the boy protested as he noticed that the man had shut the blinds for him.

“It’s okay, boy. _____ has been single handedly paying the remnants of my mortgage for over a year now, I don't mind doing this for her.” he joked in his usual nature. already writing down your order and patiently waiting for Jungkook in front of you to voice out what he wanted for a meal. “And well, you and your friends are making our country proud, it’s the least i can do to thank you”

“Ah, thank you.” Jungkook bows to the older man. Your heart softened in your chest, seeing how considerate he was towards other people. He must be great with parents, you think. “Do you really not get that many people around here?” he asked worriedly once he sat back down on the wooden chair.

“We do! But she’s the one who comes the most often” he nods toward you and Jungkook smiles once he found your gaze, a glint of playfulness in his eyes.

“Can you recommend me anything, miss?”

“Of course, sir. Yeol-ah, double up my order. Drinks are on me today.” You yell at the man’s son in the kitchen, who was still a bit older than you, but also close to enough to let you order him around shamelessly. You knew him quite well, actually. He was Chaeryeong’s boyfriend after all.

The tall boy pokes his head out of the kitchen door with a very confused expression plastered on his face. “Aren’t we supposed to close in like, an hour?” Chanyeol asks his dad in front of you.

“Just go cook, I'll explain later”.

The two men go back into the kitchen and Jungkook looks at you with an amused expression on his face. “What was that?” he laughs.

“I’m very popular, you know?” it probably wasn’t a good idea to go there, but you felt a little drunk on his voice that night, and you also knew your friend didn’t mind. “In fact, Chaereyong from ITZY is my best friend, who would have guessed?”

“Yeah and my son is her boyfriend, who cares?” Byung-ho yells back at you from the cashier, pulling a hiss from your lips.

Jungkook still continued to stare at the both of you with confusion and intrigue, you guess he thought you were both joking.

“Wait, really?” he utters after a few seconds with big doe eyes and a pout on his lips, a combination that appeared when he was either confused or lying, which wasn’t the case then.

“Yes, my guy.” you laugh. “That juicy legged shortie is indeed my wife”

Jungkook loved the food, to say the least. It was all vegetarian and korean as fuck, a combination he never throught was possible, but downed like thristy camel. He was a loud eater, which was fitting of him and his politeness, something else you had noticed that night. You were the opposite, and actually despised the sounds of other people eating, yet, looking at him enjoying his meal so much made you feel full yourself. He made you feel like a kid in some ways too, brought back the times when being around others wasn’t so hard, and you still could have a sense of security around you. Talking to him was rather easy, maybe because of his welcoming nature, or because in fact he actually was interested in whatever stupid shit you were saying, something most people around you didn’t do. He also, amongst other things, seemed very interested in your job and the likes, always asking questions and absorbing information like a five year old. You had explained to him the five key steps of process design and the psychological effects on marketing in society to which he always responded with wide gentle eyes and attentive nods, not once looking bored or… annoyed in any way.

Was he like that, with every girl? Because you weren’t anything special, there were many other girls who worked with him everyday and even if you hadn’t seen him in his work space, you could guess by the way most women in your company look at him whenever he passes by that either they were just as captivated as you by his beauty or that he had fucked them. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was just trying to get into your pants either, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened to you nonetheless.

“I can walk from here, JK” you mention once you found yourselves walking towards the parking lot. A bit sad about the expense you had just made on food, it was your fault for trying to seem cool and rich, neither of which you were.

“Oh no, I’m not letting you do that, girlie” he unlocks the door and gets in, not even letting you finish or allowing you to fight back.

“My apartment is literally a block away” you protest in the car anyways. You fear you had been too much of a bother, and deep down, didn’t want him to feel like you were seeking his presence unnecessarily.

“Well, good for you. But, you paid for the food, which was a lot, and i don’t want my sugar mommy walking by herself at 12 pm on a friday night” you first freeze, and then burst a very loud giggle.

“Whatever” you slap his bicep and roll your eyes. “ Next time you can pay if it bothers you so much.”

“So there will be a next time?” wide eyes stare back at you. “Count me in. I´ll pick where we will be going, just lemme know when so i can plan ahead” he rambles, a little too excited about your suggestion.

He drops you off with a smile on his face and hopefulness in his eyes, promising to see you around the company. You, on the other hand, feel a tad confused as you enter your apartment building. What was going on?

You had overthought things so much your entire life that it suddenly became too tiring to do. During the past few years you had to learn how to detach yourself and just ride the wave sometimes. Once you had turned eighteen, everything started moving at a very fast pace, the pressure of adulthood fell upon you like a brick and everything was so overwhelming that you started to simply let the course of your existence take you wherever it needed to.

That’s how you ended up going out with Jungkook at least once a week for dinner or a drive around the city for more than two months. Without even noticing, he became so engraved in your everyday life that whenever he’d cancel plans because of work, you’d find yourself with a void in your heart and a rush of boredom filling your senses. Even if you found yourself in your living room with the company of your best friend whom you had seen at most four times in the past two months, you were still wishing you could share that intimate space with him instead, willing to let him a bit more into your life, in hopes that maybe he would do the same. Sue you, you were curious over the most intricate details about his personality, how his personal sanctuary looked and if the smell of his room is just as good as his car’s. You could bet a thousand dollars (maybe a little less, considering the unconventionalism that characterizes him) that he also had a few plants that only remembered to water three out of seven days of the week.

Hopefully life would draw you closer to more people like him.

"How's your boyfriend doing?" Chaeryeong asks you from the kitchen counter, sweet popcorn cooking in you popcorn-maker.

You sigh. "What boyfriend?"

She was a lot of things but oblivious, and you weren't either, just when you chose to be. "Cut the bullshit, you know who i'm talking about". The fake red head waits for your response as she pours the snack into a big bowl, and you on the other hand take this as an advange to search around the room for answers.

"He's just a friend" you say. "And he's fine, i guess… He doesn't really talk much about himself" you mention, matter of factly.

Chaeryeong nods beside you, understanding what you meant. Then, proceeds to tell a tale about her experience meeting the dark haired boy. "He's literally so quiet, but like, so incredibly kind. Once he tripped over and fucked up some of the decoration at an award show" she grabs a popcorn and continues her story. "He looked so panicked I thought his eyes were about to jump out their sockets — His eyes are huge, by the way."

"I know" you smile.

"My point is, he started to help the staff put everything back in order again. I think he's the only idol I've ever seen do something like that… i decided i liked him then" her beautiful features light up with mischief. "I bet he fucks great too."

You slap her leg. Hard.

"I'm only telling you this now so you don't get caught of guard when he actually manages to fuck you," her soft hands run through your messy hair, motherly touches easing the fluster in your body. "You know he's a big whore, right?" She adds after a while.

You didn't. According to Chaeryeong, who seemed to keep tabs on every single colleague of hers, Jungkook had quite the body count, not that you didn't have your suspicions before. Frankly, she only knew of two girls inside her company who had had some sort of situationship with him, but for the same reason, she also knew he had some history with other girls from different groups. "Yikes" you laugh nervously, in admiration of their ability to remain calm and collected without giving anything away to the public.

Thanks to your friend, you had heard lots of tea about other singers in the korean industry before, most of which were not as sweet or kind as they portrayed themselves to be, some even using their social status to get their way with girls. But for some reason, Jungkook had never made his way to your gossipping sessions, nor any other of his band mates (except for Jimin, who, if you remember correctly, used to have some sort of beef with one of Chaeryeong's company members). You guess it was because of his unproblematic nature that people chose to give him a pass for his sexual endeavors, not that they were of anyone's concern either.

A knock is heard against your office door. "Miss _____?" A girl with a brown bob cut pokes her head through it, the dim lights of your office shining upon her incredibly healthy locks. "Jungkook asked me to deliver this to you" sliding completely into the room, she places a box with a note on it on your desk.

"Thank you so much" you wave her off as she walks right out.

The package had a strawberry flavored canned tea and a bento box inside.

"I remember you telling me you'd never tried tofu pancakes before, so I made some for you last night. Hope you enjoy! - JK

P.S. Text me when you're done, maybe we can hang out tonight."

You felt like crying, in all honesty. The pancakes were heavenly, and he even added some slices of avocado and a few scoops of rice for you, despite not being the biggest fan of the fruit himself. With a warm heart and relief washing over your body because you wouldn't have to waste money on lunch that day, you had had half of your meal before said boy gave you a call.

"Did you like them?" He said almost immediately. "My assistant told me she already delivered them to you" he adds in a rush.

"Jesus boy, calm down." You giggle at his excitement. "Let me eat in peace".

"No, tell me right now." he demands with a fake angry voice. Cutie.

"They're alright".

"Figured… you have no sense of taste anyways" the hangs up. A giggle escapes your lips. Boy was something else.

Later that day, the weekend started it's course. Jungkook had offered to drive you to the Han River, careful to mention the fact he prepared a bunch of snacks for you two just about five times during your call. The place was almost empty, given that the rest of the city was doing something else more fun than staring at the night sky while sitting on itchy grass. Yet, you wouldn't change the setting for anything else. Usually, when you and Jungkook were out, he'd be in silent wary of your surroundings and the people who could be watching you. It broke your heart, knowing that most of the time he couldn't frequent places most regular people had the pleasure of enjoying, like the movies, for example, or a food stand in the middle of the street. Still, in that moment, the handsome man in front of you seemed as relaxed as ever, munching on grapes and strawberries as he sat in silence beside you.

"This blanket is so soft, isn't it?" he commented all of a sudden, caressing the fabric with his hand. The thing was made out of polar fleece, no shit. You just nodded and grabbed a piece of fruit from his container. "One of my friends gifted it to me on my birthday" he adds.

"I know. It was me".

"Well, maybe you do have a sense of taste after all" he complies as he lays down on the surface, eyes facing the night sky above you.

"Says the one who uses toe socks" you say back, poking his weak spot.

Instead of going back and forth with you as he usually would, he just winks and closes his eyes. He looked so peaceful and serene beneath you, features carefully carved on his face and slightly blushed cheeks from the cold wind. Jungkook was like that, randomly over confident and flirty with you, but just as quickly would refrain from even disagreeing with you in the first place, scared that you would snap at him. He hadn't told you this, but the way you saw thoughts hidden in his eyes whenever you made a statement let you know his true intentions, leaving you to wonder where that came from.

"Are you tired?" You ask after a few minutes. Still with his eyes closed, Jungkook denies.

"I just don't want to look at you right now," he turns to the side, back facing you as an offended expression finds its way to your face.

"Yah" you slap his back playfully, not letting him finish.

"Because you look too pretty." he mumbles the remnants of his statement.

Your breath catches in your throat as a shiver climbs its way down your spine. Why was he like that? He had no right tugging on your heart strings like that (if he was being serious in the first place because you never knew with him). You sigh, the blush his words provoked stinging your cheeks.

"You're supposed to say I'm pretty too" he turns around with a playful smile, expectant.

"You just go around giving compliments so you can get them back?" you hiss. "Why so insecure?"

"I'm not insecure, at all." He sits up again, ready to fight you and anyone who dares question the grandiosity of the confidence he had worked so hard for. "You can ask Linh about that".

To say you looked horrified was an understatement, hopeful that what you thought he meant was not it. "You fucked Linh?"

"Well, that's not for you to know".

What a gentleman, you think. And at the same time, ouch. He had just slammed a door on your face.

"That would explain the way she looks at you whenever you come by the office" you realize. Frankly, the girl looked a bit too panicked whenever Jungkook decided to barge into your space, usually bored out of his mind during his english lessons, laptop and notebook in hand, or struggling to get the questions right.

"Well good afternoon to you too" you ironically greeted once he sat in front of you, frustration written on his face. Linh, who stood by your side, suddenly fidgeting with the papers in her hand.

"Not the time, _____" he slammed both hands on your desk, startling you and your friend beside you. "Why the fuck did you make me enroll into this in the first place?"

"I did not make you do anything, dude. I just gave you an idea" you excused yourself, eyes back on your computer. You didn't miss the way Jungkook's eyes briefly followed Linh out the room, though.

His eyes looked back at you, leg bouncing impatiently on the floor as he leaned back with a pissed off expression on his face. You'd never seen him this way, so you took that as a cue to enter under paid therapist mode. "What's wrong?" You questioned gently.

"I feel incredibly incompetent right now." His hands roamed across his face with frustration. A sigh escaped his lips as he held tears back. "School's always been this way for me, always trying my best and constantly underachieving" he explained.

He was obsessed with winning, you’d even go as far to say more than he was with his job (which was a lot). It didn’t root from narcissistic behaviour though, but rather out of external pressure to constantly overachieve and exceed expectations. He was mostly good at doing that, but everyone had an achilles heel, yours was reading for example, his was studying and school.

"Jungkook, you passed most of your classes with more than 90%, what are you talking about?" a fact he had brought up to you randomly when you mentioned absolutely nearly failing most of your literature classes.

"Yeah, except for English." he shook his head in the way he would when he'd feel conflicted or insecure. "I don't know what i'm doing wrong".

"Did you fail something?" you tried to get some more insight into the situation, still unsure of where all his worries came from.

"No, there's just this sentence I can't properly put together" he turned his notebook towards you. "Ah, just look"

There were some words he had to conjugate and properly place in order to form a grammatically correct sentence, more than five attempts written in neat penmanship on the page evidenced the boy's battle with the assignment. He missed one very important aspect of it, though. "There's a fucking word that's missing, dude" you explain, grabbing the pen from his hand and showing him where the mistake was. "It's not your fault, it's the teacher's".

Jungkook's serious expression didn't go away though. "Well, damn".

You had some sort of emotional trauma with having people ask you for help, it made you think that they didn’t actually care for you as a person but rather just your skills. That was the way you’d grown up and what your position in society seemed to be as well, the one you could butter up and taste when you got bored. Heart had been broken many times too, whenever you’d realize what you thought to be a genuine connection was merely pure interest. Those thoughts clouded your head when Jungkook would randomly enter your office with a frustrated expression on his face, yet, that occurred less often than it didn’t.

Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you most of the time, hence your wish for him to let you in a bit more before you could allow yourself to free fall into whatever was going on between you both.

You reach for the fabric of his hoodie, tugging his sleeve with your fingers just because you really liked the color of it, and maybe because you wanted to feel closer to him. He doesn’t react to your touch, just looks at your hands briefly as they play with the edges of his clothing. “Where did you get this from?”

“An online store, I think.” he replies softly, reaching for your hand on his arm, caressing the surface of your nails. “It’s a unisex brand, i can send you their link afterwards.”

“Is it too expensive?” you inquire, not only to keep the moment afloat, but because you genuinely liked most of his pieces of clothing, especially his hoodies and shoes. Jungkook laughs at your question and looks at you with a smile.

“I don’t think i would know, ____. I’m rich.” he says, playfully. And he was right, what was expensive for you might just be cheap as fuck for him, you wonder if when a lot of money is in your hands you start to become very tuned out from what’s affordable or not anymore.

“True.”

“I can buy you one, though. I don’t mind.” he adds. Soft look in his eyes, a pure and genuine offer that you had to deny.

“I didn’t say i wanted one” you lie, only partially, because although you’d not mentioned it, you did actually want it. “I just think it’s pretty” you finally let go of him.

“Or do you think I look pretty in it?” he pushes, a sucker for compliments.

“Yeah, that might be it.” you admit, because there was no point in denying your irrefutable attraction to the man, as much as you hated to be vulnerable, especially in front of him.

“I think it would look prettier on you”.

Don´t copy or repost please. by studiojeon on tumblr.

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mjolnir-steve · 3 years

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Foolish

Frank Adler x fem!Reader

Word count: 5027 (oop)

Warnings: light drinking, very brief mention of suicide, some cursing, smut (18+ ONLY!!!), unprotected sex (m/f) ... Please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Hi, y’all! Here’s my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817’s Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge!!!! I haven’t written smut in a LONG time, so please be gentle with me LOL. Here’s what I got:

Frank Adler

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

Breeding / mutual pining 🥴

I’d like to dedicate this to @rodrikstark for always sharing the Frank Adler feels and @sparkledfirecracker for bullying me (with love) into finishing this. ❤️

If you like this fic, please comment and reblog!!! I hope you enjoy. :)

Fridays never seemed to come soon enough. You looked forward to the beginning of the weekend as much as the next person, but over the last few months, Friday nights took on new meaning for you. You moved to the trailer park a little less than a year ago, wanting to buy a small place of your own and start making a home for yourself. It wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t expensive, and it was only a ten-minute drive from your office where you’d just secured a promotion. Roberta, the manager, helped you make it feel like home right away, insisting on going with you to pick out paint samples and providing copies of menus for the best take-out in the area.

Before long, Roberta introduced you to the trailer park’s resident certified genius, Mary Adler. Mary and Roberta spent Saturday mornings with you when you were free, which unfortunately, was pretty much all the time. You played games, sang karaoke, and even let Mary’s one-eyed cat Fred come over. He took a liking to your swinging chair in the living room, and if Mary couldn’t find him at home, odds were he somehow squeezed through your window and ended up in that chair.

Another two months had passed, though, before you met Mary’s uncle and guardian, Frank. You came to learn that Mary stayed with Roberta every Friday night because “Frank needs time to be an adult” and she was not allowed to come back to the house until noon on Saturdays. This information made you feel like Frank must be some kind of sad, perpetual fuckboy. You were right about the sad part, not so much about the latter. One morning while Mary played with your watercolors, Roberta let slip - ironically over a cup of tea - that Frank did have the occasional hookup, but usually, he drank himself sleepy on Friday nights and just needed the time to himself. He worked himself to the bone as a boat mechanic, often late into the night because it was too hot to do some jobs during the day. Frank took Mary in when she was just a baby after his sister, her mother, tragically committed suicide. He spent the majority of his scarce free time with Mary, so when Mary was still a toddler, Roberta offered the Friday night deal. Frank countered that he would do any repairs in the trailer park for free, but she refused to let him do that work without pay, saying he deserved to have a life, too.

She also informed you that Frank was a former philosophy professor, single, and very attractive, especially if you were into the rugged thing. You rolled your eyes with an amused exhale and took another sip of your tea. You’d be lying if you said your interest wasn’t piqued. Mary then shouted over her shoulder, confirming that she’d been listening to your entire conversation, “Frank is great, but he’s a grump. Good luck cracking that egg.” You snorted, nearly spitting out your tea, and she went back to reading your color theory book to Fred.

With that, you heard a sharp rap at the door. You set your tea down on the kitchen table, curious who your visitor might be. You didn’t know anyone else in the trailer park, or in town, really. You opened the door, taking in the sight of possibly - no, definitely - the most handsome man you’d ever seen. You quickly guessed it was Frank, judging by the grease smeared on his quite large hands. His eyes, though tired, had the same bright look as Mary’s, and he had the most perfectly imperfect fluffy hair and overgrown stubble.

“Good morning,” he said with a sweet, closed-mouthed smile. “Is Mary here?”

You had to remind yourself to breathe. Stammering, you opened the door wider, gesturing inside. “Hi, y-yes. She is!” Why am I like this? “She’s just painting with Fred. Please, come in.” You moved aside so he could fit his broad shoulders through the doorframe and then held out your hand. “You must be Frank. I’m Y/N. Mary is just wonderful.” You smiled at him, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.

He took your hand in both of his, gentler than you’d expected. “I’m sorry. Yes, I’m Frank. It’s great to meet you, finally.” He smiled wide for the first time and you were certain you’d pass out. Who LOOKS like this? “And thank you, she really is wonderful. I couldn’t do it without Roberta. She’s family.” He smiled and waved at Roberta, who was looking at you over the lip of her mug.

Mary didn’t even bother to turn around and face Frank. “What are you doing here, Frank? It’s only 11. I have a whole ‘nother hour with my friends.” You tried to keep your laugh quiet, covering your mouth with your hand and shaking your head.

“Well, excuse me for thinking you might like to go out on the boat with me this morning. I guess I’ll go by myself.”

Mary jumped up from the floor, scrambling to clean up your paints and books. “Can Y/N and Roberta come?”

Frank crouched down to meet Mary’s eyes. “Of course they can, if they’d like.” He looked back at you over his shoulder, trying to gauge your interest, then turning back to his niece. “But do you remember what I told you?”

You could see that Mary was making a conscious effort not to roll her eyes. “You told me that my adult friends have adult lives that include adult responsibilities, and they might not always be available to spend time with me.”

“And?” he looked at her expectantly.

“And I need to invite them to do things without assuming they will do them.” She couldn’t hold back her eye roll any longer, but she made sure not to let Frank see. “Roberta, Y/N, would you both like to join us on the boat today?”

You were amazed by the exchange taking place in front of you, able to see where some of Mary’s brains and tenacity came from. The conversation between the two flowed so easily, playful yet intelligent. It was clear that Frank treated Mary not as a child, but as a person, and you chided yourself internally for thinking that was kinda hot.

Shaking yourself out of your mildly inappropriate thoughts, you responded. “I’d love to come, Mary.” You smiled at her, bending over to help her pick up the last of the paints from the floor. “Roberta?”

Roberta gave you a look and you just knew she planned this somehow. “I actually do have some of those adult responsibilities to handle today, but thank you for inviting me.” You sent a glare in her direction, quick but no less scathing. “Maybe next time.” She winked at you before washing out her mug and saying her goodbyes.

You spent the whole rest of the day and night with Frank and Mary, doing everything from building sandcastles to cooking dinner together. Mary eventually fell asleep in your lap as you were watching Oliver & Company, Frank’s favorite Disney film that had become Mary’s, too. “An underrated classic,” they told you in unison.

You helped Frank put Mary to bed, a task made easier after such a tiring day. “I guess I should get going.” You stood awkwardly in the small kitchen, unsure of yourself and painfully aware of how close your hand was to Frank’s resting on the counter.

“Yeah, I have a job early in the morning.” He looked down at his shoes, unable to look you in the eye, and you wondered if he hadn’t found your company as enjoyable as you’d found his.

“Listen, I don’t know if you’ve been to Ferg’s? The little bar down the road? I go every Friday night just to relax and have a few beers. Maybe you’d like to come with me next weekend?”

Is he asking me on a date? You could feel your heartbeat racing. The look on your face must not have matched the excitement you felt at the prospect of spending time alone with the dreamy, kind, sarcastic man in front of you.

He felt like an idiot when you hesitated to answer. He clearly read everything wrong. He had to fix this. “It’s a good place to meet people, you know? I know you’re fairly new to the area, so if you’re looking for more local friends, it’s a good place to start.” He winced, hoping you couldn’t sense his embarrassment at thinking that you would want to go on a date with him.

You swallowed, trying not to let your disappointment show outwardly. Of course he’s not interested in me. Stupid. “Oh, yeah! That would be great, Frank. What time?”

Frank let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, relieved that you didn’t seem offended by his offer. “How’s 7? I’ll pick you up? We can walk over together.”

And that’s how Fridays came to mean so much to you. Almost every Friday for the last six months, Frank met you at your door and you walked to Ferg’s together. Frank told you it would be a good place to make new friends, but you paid no mind to the other patrons. You only had eyes for each other, yet neither of you could see it, even though Roberta pointed out (repeatedly) that neither of you had taken anyone else home in all that time.

The more time you spent with Frank, the more certain you were that God was real and your life was His favorite trainwreck reality TV series. Even if you could have customized a dream man Build-A-Bear style, Frank still would blow your creation out of the water. He was smart and funny, not to mention an adoring parent to Mary, to whom you grew more attached each day. He was kind and thoughtful, talented and hard-working. Although he was a grouch, as Mary would say, he always was sweet to you. He took a genuine interest in anything you had to say, whether you were venting about work or filling him on the latest episode of whatever show you were binging. He was ridiculously sexy without even trying. All those hours he spent doing manual labor in the sun did wonders for his physique. You’d only seen him completely shirtless on one occasion, and the image of him with sweat dripping down his chest was burned into your memory, fueling your late-night thots and causing you to break out your vibrator on what was now a regular basis.

Six months had come and gone in the blink of an eye, and you’d begun to accept that Frank didn’t want to be anything more than friends with you. You decided tonight was as good a night as any to talk to someone new, to start letting go of your unrequited feelings.

You swapped out your usual jeans for a sundress, t-shirt bra for a push-up, and lip balm for lipstick. Putting your phone and some cash in a wristlet, you considered wearing your new strappy sandals. The walk to Ferg’s was about five minutes each way down a sandy road, though, and memories of the sticky floor inside aided your preferred pair of Converse in their victory for the night.

Just as you finished tying your shoes, you heard a knock at the door. You adjusted your cleavage and fluffed your hair a final time with one last look in the mirror. Here goes.

Frank felt like he had the wind knocked out of him in the best possible way. He suddenly felt entirely underdressed in his aloha shirt, even though it was his go-to for nights out of the house. He’d never seen you dressed so nicely when you weren’t going to work.

You were the kind of beautiful that didn’t require makeup. Your natural hair always framed your face perfectly, even if you didn’t think so. He thought you were adorable when you were concentrating on something, blowing your hair out of your face with a huff. Visions of your soft curves made their way into Frank’s dreams on more than one occasion. He had seen you in your swimsuit several times, sunbathing with Roberta and swimming with Mary at the beach. It wasn’t even all that revealing, but it accentuated your figure in ways that forced Frank into needing a cold shower or two. Above all, though, he admired your heart. You’d allowed Mary into your life without hesitation, spending time with her because you wanted to and allowing her to ask all those questions that Frank just wouldn’t be able to answer. It killed him that you didn’t see him the way he saw you, a perfect partner for him and a worthy maternal figure for Mary.

“Frank? You okay?” Your concerned voice shook him out of his thoughts, prompting him to close his mouth which apparently had opened wide in astonishment when you stood in the doorway.

“Yeah, um... You look…” He looked a little confused, his brow furrowed and lips pursed. “Why are you all dolled up? It’s only Ferg’s.” He wished he could’ve kicked himself in the teeth when your face fell at his question. He rubbed a hand over his face. “Shit. Let me try that again,” he nearly begged, running up to you to stop you from going back inside. “You look really nice, honey.” He ran his calloused hand up your forearm, but quickly returned it to his side when he realized what he’d done. “Is it a special occasion, though? Should I change?”

You gave him a watery smile, given that you were three seconds from slamming the door in his face and crying. “That’s better. Thank you.” You lightly pushed at his shoulder, trying and failing to ignore the electricity you felt at the contact. “No occasion, though. Just thought maybe it was about time I actually introduced myself to someone new.”

You couldn’t quite read his reaction. Little did you know he was certain he just felt his heart physically crack in his chest. “What do you mean?”

The two of you started walking, the tension between you thickening the very air you breathed. “Well, when you first invited me to Ferg’s, you said maybe I’d get to know some other people in the area, right? But we’re always with each other. I’m sure you’re itching to talk to someone other than me. I don’t want to hold you back.”

“Ah. Gotcha.” Frank abruptly reverted to the quiet, distant state he usually occupied before he met you. He sped up a bit, walking ahead of you and desperately attempting to school his features before you caught up with him.

Frank practically ran to the restroom, not slowing down even to hold the door open for you. You took a deep breath and rolled your shoulders, relaxing before entering the bar. Normally, whoever made it first would order drinks for you both, but Frank made it painfully clear that he had no desire to be in your company tonight. You ordered your usual, an Angry Orchard with a shot of Fireball in a tall glass. The combination tasted like apple cider, but the burn in your throat was caused by liquor rather than heat. It was strong enough to get you buzzed, but not so strong that you’d be stumbling home. You swallowed half the glass in one gulp, wanting to feel the warmth in your veins boosting your confidence as quickly as possible.

“Y/N? How are you?” You turned around, eyes meeting those of Jamie, your coworker. He leaned in for a hug and you accepted somewhat reluctantly, having interacted with him only in passing.

“Hey! I’m all right. What’s up?” You smiled at him, taking another sip of your drink. Jamie was not very subtly staring at your chest. You weren’t crazy about him, but the attention felt nice, so you allowed it.

“Not much. Just happy it’s Friday, ya know?” He looked around for a moment before returning his attention to you. “You’re usually here with that mechanic dude, right?”

You stifled a laugh thinking about how Frank would react if he heard himself referred to as “dude” by this prick. “Yeah, he’s around somewhere. We’re just-“

“-Just friends?” he finished for you with a hopeful look.

You nodded in response, looking him up and down. He was no Frank, but you couldn’t deny he was handsome. It had been so long since you’d even been kissed, and though you hated to admit it, you were touch-starved. One night couldn’t hurt, could it?

Meanwhile, Frank was splashing his face with cool water. He couldn’t believe he’d fucked up so royally. He was sure you didn’t want him how he wanted you, and now he was sure it was too late to tell you how he really felt.

He knew from the moment he saw you that he’d never get you out of his head. Roberta had been talking you up to Frank for weeks, but he wanted no part of it, mumbling something about there being “a reason why no one used matchmakers anymore.” He had no choice but to make your acquaintance when he was looking for Mary, and he’d never been so happy that Roberta could say she told him so.

Later that day at the beach, Mary approached him while you were dozing on a towel in the sand. She sat on his lap and reached for his face, using her pointer fingers to turn the straight line of his mouth up into a smile. “Roberta says you have a ‘charming’ smile, Frank. We think you should use it more.” He chuckled quietly, careful not to disturb you, and pulled Mary in close, planting a wet kiss on her cheek. She grimaced at the feeling, dramatically wiping at her face until he let her go back to reading with Fred.

The sound of the jukebox starting up cut short his reverie. He had to get out there and explain himself. Frank dried his face and hands with a paper towel before smacking his cheeks and stretching his neck back and forth to each shoulder.

Frank exited the restroom only to find some douchebag staring at your ass as you leaned over toward the bar. He saw red when the piece of shit held out his hand behind his back while his friend slipped a twenty-dollar bill into it, seemingly winning some sort of bet.

Jamie didn’t stand a chance when Frank stormed in between the two of you. “That’s IT,” he yelled, so intense he borderline bellowed. He threw whatever cash he had in his pocket on the bar to pay for your drinks before he pulled you outside, almost getting to your door while you fought against his grip. He only stopped when you spun your body around like something out of Dancing with the Stars and jumped in front of him, forcing him to catch you.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, what are y-”

“-What are YOU doing, Frank? What the fuck was that?” You put your feet back down on the ground but remained facing him, arms crossed over your chest.

He groaned in frustration, suddenly realizing he actually had no clue how to respond. “Fuck.”

You looked at him, tapping your foot in anticipation.

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” He rubbed at his temples in the way he did when he felt a headache coming on.

“And how was he looking at me, Frank? What does it matter to you?”

“He was looking at you like you were a piece of meat and I… FUCK!”

You both turned when your neighbor opened his window. “Can you kids keep it down out here?”

You waved bashfully at the old man. “Sorry, Mr. Parker,” you said in unison.

“Come inside, Frankie.” The nickname that typically made him roll his eyes at you never had sounded sweeter, now that its use confirmed you didn’t hate him for the scene he made. You both toed off your shoes at the door before you made your way into the living room, motioning for him to sit next to you on the couch when he tried to sit in the armchair across the room.

You leaned forward, pinching his chin between your thumb and forefinger. “Now what’s going on in that sun-damaged brain of yours?”

He let out a laugh so soft you almost missed it, but you were glad you didn’t. Sitting back against the arm of the couch, you pulled a pillow into your lap and hugged it, giving Frank your full attention.

Frank cleared his throat, doing his best to accept that it was now or never. “That guy was leering at you, and it pissed me off. You deserve better, Y/N.” He pried your fingers from where they were locked around the pillow to hold your hands in his.

“If you want to meet new people, that’s great. If you don’t want to be with me, that’s a little less great, but I’d understand. He didn’t even pay for your drinks. And I th-”

You covered his mouth with one of your hands, and he knitted his brows in confusion. “You’re making it sound like it’s an option to be with you.” You were in disbelief, side-eyeing him, waiting for Ashton Kutcher to announce that you were, in fact, being Punk’d.

The corners of his mouth lifted into the soft smile he reserved for you. It was the same one he gave you whether you were on a tangent about how “Obsessed” by Mariah Carey is “the single greatest diss track of all time” or you were helping Mary put a harness and leash on Fred “just to see how he’d do” on a walk.

“For a distinguished professor, you’re kind of a dummy, Frank.” You took his face in your hands, thrilled to be feeling his stubble against your palms. Before he could talk back to you, you kissed him, unsure how you denied yourselves such a simple yet extraordinary pleasure for so long. It only took a moment for him to relax into it, his hands removing the pillow between you before finding your waist and pulling you almost into his lap.

You deepened the kiss, threading your fingers through his hair. He pulled away first, pressing his forehead to yours. “Seems like we’re both dummies, huh?”

You were going to ask why pulled away until you looked down to see a considerable tent forming in the front of his jeans. You laughed as he pulled you into a tight hug, one arm wrapped around you while the other hand held your face against his neck.

You kissed the side of his neck softly before leaning back to look at him. “All this time? I thought you didn’t see me this way.” You held his face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. “You asked me to go to Ferg’s and then said I could meet other people, so I thought that was it, you know?”

He covered your hands with his and pecked your lips softly. “Honey, I thought it was the other way around. I was trying to ask you out and you looked like you’d seen a ghost.” You giggled, spluttering a bit because tears had started falling at some point. He wiped your tears away before swiping his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down a bit. “We’re fools, aren’t we?”

You nodded slowly and Frank saw something wicked flash in your eyes before you took his thumb in your mouth, sucking lightly. “Jesus, honey.” His length hardened underneath you and you could feel the wetness beginning to pool in your panties, prompting you to grind down into his lap.

You released his thumb from your mouth, pressing your chest into his before kissing him again. “I think we’re only fools if we don’t take advantage of the rest of your adult time.” You removed your dress easily, returning your hands to Frank’s shoulders to push off his shirt.

He surged forward to kiss you again, working magic with his tongue against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he picked you up, walking you into the bedroom. Placing you on the bed carefully, he removed your bra and panties before pulling off his boxers and jeans in one go. You thought you wanted him before, but now that you could see everything he’d been hiding under his baggy clothes, you didn’t see how you could ever let him leave your bedroom.

The next few minutes were spent exploring each other’s mouths while Frank stretched you with his fingers. You didn’t think you’d ever been so wet in your life and thought you might pass out if you didn’t feel him inside you immediately. You gave his cock a few strokes before sliding his head through your folds, coating him in your slick.

“Waitwaitwait, honey. Do you have a condom?”

“You don’t need one if you don’t want one. It’s okay.”

He looked like you just gave him tomorrow’s winning lotto numbers, taking a deep breath to steady himself before he looked at you again. “Oh, God. Are you sure?”

“Mhm. I wanna feel you. Make me yours?”

“Anything you want, honey, but if you change your mind, just tell me, okay?” He lined himself up, seconds shy of entering you for the first time.

“I figured if you were gonna be possessive of me tonight, you might as well take it the whole nine, Frankie.” You laughed as he let out an exasperated sigh. “Seriously, though, I’m clean, I’m on the pill, and I’ve wanted you for a long time.” You reached up to scratch lightly through his chest hair.

“The only thing I wanna hear right now is you moaning for me.” He drove into you harshly, but waited a moment for you to adjust once he was seated to the hilt. “So damn wet and tight for me, honey. You’re so perfect, so beautiful.” He kissed you again before he began to move, slowly but surely making you lose your mind.

He dipped his head down to take one nipple in his mouth, then the other, effectively shutting you up and emptying all thoughts from your head. He nipped at the swell of your breast, soothing the bite with his tongue. “Fuck, Frank, please!”

“Please what, honey?” He picked up his pace, fucking into you so vigorously you moved up the bed. “Tell me what you need.”

“Make me cum, Frank. Please, baby, I need it. Need you,” you cried, leaning up to bite into his shoulder, stifling your moans.

“I wanna hear you, Y/N. I wanna hear those pretty moans while I’m making this perfect pussy cum for me.” The combination of his filthy words and the sight of him sucking on his own fingers before rubbing at your clit sent you over the edge, making you scream his name over and over again for what felt like forever and not long enough.

You could tell he was close, his hips stuttering and losing their rhythm. He began to pull out, unsure if you were willing to let him finish inside you, but knowing he was too close to wait for an answer.

You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him close, pushing him back into you. “Fill me up, Frank. I wanna feel all of you. Please give it to me,” you whimpered. His release triggered another for you, chanting each other’s names surely loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

He stayed inside you as you both came down from your shared high, gingerly flipping you over so he laid on his back with you on his chest. He kissed the top of your head, fingers fluttering up and down your sides.

“What’s on your mind now, Frankie?” You looked up at him through your lashes, mildly terrified of the answer.

He looked down at you with the most adoration you’d ever seen, lifting your chin so your eyes met his in the moonlight. “That wasn’t too soon, was it? You mean so much to me and to Mary. I don’t wanna mess this up. I don’t ever wanna hurt you. You’re the best thing in my life besides Mary, you know that?”

You kissed his chest before looking back up at him, smiling. “First of all, I would argue that wasn’t soon enough.” He hissed as you clenched around his still softening cock inside you.

“You’re evil.”

Winking at him, you continued tracing patterns on his chest with your fingers. “Second, that all kinda sounds like you might be in love with me, Frank Adler.”

His hands stopped moving for a second before he responded. “Would you run away if I said I am?”

“Well, I wouldn’t run away. This is my house.” You thought your heart might explode in your chest.

“I didn’t even say it, but I take it back,” he huffed, throwing his arm over his eyes.

“What if I told you I felt the same way?”

He grinned, sitting up to kiss you feverishly on your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. You could feel him starting to harden again inside you, leading to round two of… well, you lost count.

You ate breakfast and showered together in time for Frank to return home before Mary did, agreeing to talk more later and to hold out on Roberta for a while.

Frank stood on your doorstep, leaning in to kiss you once more. All of a sudden, you heard a familiar meow and thanked God you were dressed and not in your robe.

“Frank, what are you doing here? I thought I’d come see Y/N since I’m not supposed to come home until noon.”

You bit your tongue to keep from cackling. Frank ran a hand over his face, his blissful bubble burst. He was getting you a hotel room next weekend.

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omg could you do a fluffy little thing based on your nyc insta request where mc meets fans and they ft harry and it’s just like the world’s glimpse into their relationship 💓

yes let’s do this!! this is short and sweet, but i hope you love it all the same!! ;

You were walking out of Starbucks when a group of girls approached you.

The day was not the nicest in New York, but you had errands to run within the city so you thought you’d get them done when it’s not a brilliant say and save the nicer days to do something fun with Harry. You’d been to the Apple store to fix your phone because it keeps on playing up. You’d been to Gucci to pick up a delivery for Harry. You’d been to the local florist to pick up some flowers for your best friend, since she was feeling under the weather. Finally, you’d just picked yourself up a coffee before you had to head back home.

Unfortunately Harry was at a fitting appointment for his tour outfits, so he couldn’t run errands with you, but he sent your good friend, and bodyguard, Aaron with you to keep you company, but more importantly keep you safe. New York could be absolutely crazy when it came to fans, but even more so when it came to creeps who had no respect for women or boundaries, so having a bodyguard helped keep things calm.

“Hi excuse me, you’re Y/N L/N right?” One of the young girls ask and you instantly knew this was a group of Harry’s fans. The giveaways? One of them had a Fine Line tote bag. One was wearing Harry’s merch. One was wearing a green frog bucket hat that Harry had worn only once.

“I am yes, hi.” You smiled politely at them, holding the warm cup of espresso between your hands. Aaron was stood near you, but not making it look like he was here for security.

“Hi, we noticed you in there a minute ago and just wanted to say hi and that we’re really big fans of you, and obviously Harry, and that we really love you guys.” The one with the tote bag spoke, who was also the one that had introduced them. You guessed that they were the most confident out of all them, because it did take balls to speak to a stranger in the way they did.

“Yeah, you’re both so sweet together and you clearly make each other happy. It’s so lovely to see actually.” The one with the frog bucket hat spoke up next. The one with the Harry merch kept a lot more quiet and you could tell by their body mannerisms that they were very nervous and shy - a lot like you actually. You had been an awful lot like them before you met and then he helped you come out of your shell and experience the world in a much brighter and safer light.

You’d be forever grateful for your boyfriend. Your best friend, Harry.

“Aww that’s so sweet of you all, thank you!” You cupped your hand over your heart in awe of their kindness. Harry’s fans always never failed to surprise you with their passion for love and spreading positivity. You admired people like this in general and it was only made more special when they were inspired by your Harry. “What are your names?”

“Oh i’m Alanna.” The one with the tote bag introduced themselves first, holding out their hand for you to shake which you shook kindly.

“Bethany, or just Beth I don’t really mind!” The one with the frog hat introduced themselves next, receiving a handshake too.

“Love your hat, Beth.” You pointed to it and they smiled excitedly.

“Harry was the inspiration!” Although you already knew that you let Beth have a moment to themselves and be happy over the little anecdote.

“And what’s your name, lovely? I’m Y/N.” You reintroduced yourself to the last girl, wanting them to feel as comfortable as possible with, not only you but, meeting new people.

“Marissa.” They smiled and shook your hand willingly.

“Oh I love that name! My aunt is called Marissa, but she goes by Mar though.” You told them the most useless bit of information just to make them feel that bit more at ease.

“People call me Mar too.” They smiled brightly and you felt like you might have cracked through even just a portion of their shell.

“Well, can I call you Mar then?”

“Yeah!”

“Cool! So you guys from New York or..” You asked, looking at all the shopping bags they carried. They’d been to all the shops you once could only just about afford, now you were lucky enough to be able to shop in the places you only ever window shopped in.

“We’re from New Jersey but just came shopping for the day.” Alanna explained. “Never expected to run into you though so that’s pretty cool.”

“Yeah, definitely made my day!” Beth added, smiling brightly.

“Well I can only apologise that i’m not Harry or he’s not with me. He’s currently at tour fittings.” You explained and they told you not to worry about being sorry. You had a brilliant idea though.

“No, seeing you is so amazing Y/N!”

“Yeah, you’re Mar’s fashion inspiration!” Mar blushed, as their friends exposed them for being such a huge fan of yours. It helped explain why they were so nervous in front of you too.

“I’m honoured.” You laughed and pulled you phone out of your pocket, hoping to run with your great idea. You prayed it worked. “Just one second.” You held up your finger to them and they just nodded eagerly, sort of hoping that you were doing what they thought you might be doing.

You opened your phone and clicked on your most recent contact. The familiar beeping of a face-time ring rang through the air surrounding you.

“Hello my favourite human being. What’s up? You okay?” Harry’s golden face came up on the screen, your face high up in the corner. He looked so pretty. He was in his brown Gucci coat and had his hair all ruffled from where he’d washed it this morning but not dried it. His hair went crazy when he didn’t intentionally tame it - a bit like yours. You admired his worry for you, smiling as he kissed his camera as if to virtually kiss you.

“Hello my favourite boyfriend.” You teased him. You often greeted him like this and it always made him smile, just at how playful you were being. “I’m doing good, miss you though.”

“Miss you always babe.”

“You free?” You asked, looking briefly to the girls who were all grinning wildly. They were so excited and it made you chuckle, which caught Harry’s attention.

“I am yeah, why? What’re you laughing at? Better not be some hot celebrity you’ve accidentally bumped into.” He rolled his eyes, letting the jealousy get the better of him. You smiled and returned your attention back to your beautiful boyfriend.

“No, there’s no hot celebrity in my presence except from you baby.” That made him beam with happiness and blush with love.

“To what do I owe your beautiful face calling me then?” Harry asked, taking note of your background to recognise that you were still in the city.

You turned the camera towards your new friends, you in the bottom of the picture and them in the top above you. They were huddling together and waving towards the screen. Mar had tears in their eyes and Beth had their hand over their mouth in shock that this was actually happening.

“Met some lovely people who deserved a special hello from you.” You explained to him simply.

“Hello!” Harry stressed the ‘o’ making it sound more like hell-oo. He was so socially awkward greeting people over face-time, but he made it seem so easy nevertheless. He never wanted his fans to feel awkward or unsafe so he had to be as socially brave as he could.

“We have Alanna, Beth and Mar. They’re so kind and Mar says i’m their fashion inspiration.” You winked at Harry, understanding where Mar was coming from because Harry takes fashion inspiration from you regularly too.

“Which one’s Mar?” He asked you and you pointed the best you could to the girl wearing his merch.

“Um pretty sure Mar’s wearing my merch babe! Are y’sure they said you were their inspiration?” He laughed, which made Mar laugh and you were really happy to see that.

“No I did say that.” Mar backed you up, which earned a fist bump between the two of you and you sticking your tongue out to Harry.

“Yes bestie!” You laughed, knowing that was the language Harry’s fans used with one another. Not that you were on stan twitter or anything…

“Sorry if Y/Ns causing any trouble for you lot, believe me she’s quite the bloody handful!” Harry joked, making you scoff and then laugh at how rude he was being. You knew it was all a joke and a front, but he was so cheeky to be so playful in front of people he’d just met.

“Oi y’wanker. Sorry about him.” You apologised on behalf of Harry for no reason whatsoever.

“Harry?” Alanna spoke his name and he dedicated his attention from you to them.

“Hello? Alanna was it?”

“Hi, yes, Um, I just want to say that i’m really proud of you and all your achievements. I think you’re an absolute treasure and we all love you so much.”

Before Harry could get a word in they each continued to add onto Alanna’s praise. Harry started blushing, never being very good at taking praise. On the other hand, giving praise, he was remarkably good at - you could vouch for that.

“Yeah Harry your music is second to none and it’s really been such a blessing to be a fan of yours. You’re ridiculously talented.”

Mar was last to speak and although they didn’t say much, their words held gravity and were clearly very important to them. Maybe that’s why Harry appreciated Mar’s words the most.

“Thank you, Harry.” Was all was said, but it was enough for Harry to clear his throat so he didn’t start crying in front of these people. He didn’t need stories getting out of how he got all weepy because of some sentimental things his fans said, God the papers would twist that story a thousand different ways - and none of them good.

Harry kept the conversation with them for a little while longer until Harry announced he had to go back to his fittings. After they’d each said their goodbyes to both you and Harry, and even Aaron, they quickly asked whether they could post any of the photos they took from today - to which you and Harry were both completely fine with. The three of them then walked off and waved back to you, you waving too. You smiled so brightly, feeling so full of joy from meeting such wonderful young women. Not all Harry fans were that nice, so you were glad that those were the ones you had the pleasure of meeting. You turned your attention back to your loving boyfriend who was already looking at you - with so much love in his eyes you thought they’d turned heart shaped for a moment.

“What?” You asked, smirking at his cheeky face which gave you a belly full of butterflies.

“You’re just so amazing, d’you know that?”

“Oh stop being so soft i’m going to bloody cry otherwise.” You turned your head away for a moment to catch the tears before they could form, only to look back at him and he had his eyebrows raised as if he already knew that you were on your way to crying. “Shut up, you.”

“I’m sorry, y’too cute not to torment. Alright call me when you get back home safely babe, alright?” He asked and you rolled your eyes at him, he laughed at your childishness but knew that he only meant well for you.

“Okay. I love you, baby.” You kissed your front camera as a signal of goodbye that you did every time.

“Love you so much. Bye, bye, byeee.” He kissed his camera every time he said bye and you laughed at him before ending the call. God you loved him so much. Now all you wanted to do was get home and have a warm bath with your loving boyfriend and, little did you know, soon-to-be fiancé.

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Mutual Misunderstandings - Kirishima Eijirou - Smut

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou / F!Reader Rating: 18+ (Contains smut) Words: 5,866 Warnings: Quirkless AU, Aged up characters (they adulty adults!), unprotected vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), very very light choking, reader has a bit of a size kink. AN: Another entry for the BNHAREM collab! This time we’re writing roommates, and I somehow managed to snag Kirishima! I’m super excited for all of the fics coming this time around, so make sure you click on the link below and read some of the other submissions!

This is my first time writing Kirishima and I’m super nervous about it. I’ve always really loved him because he’s just the best boy and he’s so brave and strong and gentle and I just want to cuddle him into oblivion. I also firmly believe he’s going to be a huge tank of a man when he gets older and I’m going with that vision of him here.

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You stood in your living room, your jaw hanging open, staring at him in shock. Kirishima had a similar look on his face, the two of you pointing at each other like that Spider-Man meme.

“You mean to tell me you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” You finally choked out, blinking owlishly at your best friend and roommate. “I thought you liked Mina!”

Kirishima sputtered, shaking his head. “No way! She’s my friend, we’ve known each other since middle school, you know that.” He moved to cross his arms across his broad chest. “And anyway, there’s no way you like me, you have a crush on Bakugou!”

There was no way this was happening right now. “No! I don’t like Bakugou like that! He’s a pain in my fucking ass, and I think about murdering him on a daily basis.” Facepalming, you groaned. “Are we really this stupid?”

How did you end up here?

It started back in your first year of college.

The parties and the seemingly endless studying had become a comfortable routine for you. So what if you were sleep-deprived and living on cup noodles? You were getting your higher education and ready to tackle the real world head-on in just a few short years.

A pipe dream, but still.

You had your best friend Shinsou by your side and a customer loyalty card at the campus coffee shop and everything was right with the world. You’d even managed to get paired up with Hitoshi’s (sort of) boyfriend for an English project, which was a better outcome than what you could have hoped for, not having to work with some rando on something that would be a large chunk of your grade.

Kaminari had suggested that you work on it at his place with the promise of Doritos, and you agreed. Who were you to turn down snacks? Poor college students needed those cheese dusted carbs to survive.

The Upsilon Alpha fraternity was one of the best and most popular on campus, and at first, you found it almost laughable that Kaminari was a member. At first glance, he seemed like a total space cadet stoner who didn’t belong in college, much less as a member of such an esteemed frat. However, after getting to know him, you knew that he was most definitely all of those things, but he was also insanely smart when it counted and kept above average grades in his classes (except for math, but with him being a bisexual disaster human, it came with the territory).

You had made some decent progress on your project after about an hour. The outline was done, and you were discussing how you would be presenting it since you had a choice between a written essay or a PowerPoint presentation.

Without warning, the kitchen door flew open, the doorknob slamming into the wall behind it.

“Well, the quiet was nice while it lasted, huh?” Kaminari blinked, completely unfazed by the commotion, leaning back in his chair and eating a chip.

Your gaze flitted over to the man who was glaring at the two of you from the doorway, his hands shoved in his pockets. Blonde hair that looked so much like an explosion was sticking up in every direction on his head, and you felt his red eyes trained on you as he took in the room. “What are you doing, Dunceface?”

Kaminari didn’t answer right away, raising his eyebrow and grinning at the new arrival. “Hey, Kacchan.”

If the bulging vein in the man’s forehead was any indication, Kaminari had said the wrong thing. He opened his mouth, and you assumed it was to threaten your project partner, but he was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder from behind.

“Bakubro, be nice. Kami has company.”

The man that appeared beyond the angry pomeranian took your breath away. He was...big. Like, his shoulders were so wide you wondered how he was going to fit through the doorway. And he was tall, with spiked red hair making him look even taller, big red eyes and sharp teeth, and the most beautiful smile you’d ever laid eyes on.

Blonde and grumpy grumbled, moving aside to let giant and red into the room, who then turned that megawatt million-dollar smile on you, and you tried your best not to stare at his biceps or the way his shirt clung to his chest.

Was it hot in here all of a sudden?

“Hi! I’m Kirishima, and this ray of sunshine is Bakugou, we’re some of Kaminari’s frat brothers!” He held out his hand for you to shake, and you smiled up at him, taking his giant hand in yours. The size of his fingers sent your brain reeling, and you knew you needed to get yourself under control before you started moaning out loud in front of him.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you! Kami and I are just working on an English project.” You explained, grinning back up at him, trying to keep the lust off of your face. You didn’t want to look like some kind of freak.

He took his hand back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, you must be Shinsou’s friend! Kami told us you’d be coming over, I forgot about that.” He turned, watching as Bakugou slunk over to the fridge and opened the door. “Don’t let us bother you, we’re just grabbing some water before we head to the gym.”

Kaminari snorted. “Dude, if you get any beefier we’re going to need to remodel the doors so you can fit through them.”

Kirishima turned as red as his hair, glancing at you, before he grinned at his friend. “If I stop, no one will be able to bench press you and Sero at the same time at the next party.”

“Bro, that is my favorite party trick of yours.” He sat up straighter, looking forlorn at the thought of it not happening anymore. “Okay, fine, go to the gym.”

Bakugou grumbled from behind him something that sounded like “I could bench press four of you if I wanted to.”

“Of course you could, buddy.” Kirishima slung his arm over Bakugou’s shoulder. “Okay, we’re out of here. It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Good luck with your project!”

Bakugou grunted and shoved a water bottle at Kirishima, shrugging out from under his arm and leaving the room. Kirishima smiled at you when you said goodbye, hurrying after his sour-faced friend and leaving you and Kaminari to your work.

“Your housemates are...interesting.” You managed, still trying to wrap your head around the red-haired man.

Kaminari snorted. “Kirishima is the walking definition of sunshine, and Bakugou is...well, he takes some getting used to. But he’s not a bad guy.”

You just hummed, chewing on your pen absently. “Can he actually bench press you?”

“Fuck yeah. He does it one-handed. You should come to our next party and see for yourself.”

Keeping your face as neutral as possible, you nodded. “Maybe I can convince Shinsou to come with me.” Wiggling your eyebrows at Kaminari when he blushed, you turned back to the notebook that lay open in front of you. “Come on, let’s figure this out so we can talk more about your intentions with my best friend.”

You did show up to the next UA frat party, Shinsou in tow. Your purple-haired bestie was grumbling the whole way, his hands shoved in his pockets. It didn’t stop him from making fun of how short your skirt was and teasing you about how you’d done nothing but talk about Kirishima since the day you’d met him.

“He’s like Clifford the Big Red Dog, Y/N. Clumsy and adorable.”

“He’s definitely big. I’d like to climb him like a tree.” You linked your arm with his, walking up to the giant house, the windows already rattling with the bass pumping through the speakers inside.

“You’re disgusting. I am appalled and also proud to call you my best friend.” Sarcastic as usual, he let you drag him along without a fuss.

“That sounds about right.”

The party was in full swing, half the campus milling around inside the house with red plastic cups in hand. You found Kaminari almost immediately, shoving Shinsou towards him and making your way to the kitchen to find yourself a drink.

“Y/N!” Kirishima was in front of you almost immediately, giant cat eyes and his shark tooth smile lighting up the room. “Kami mentioned you might show up!”

Blushing, you nodded, suddenly losing the ability to form words. He was wearing a tank top, his arm muscles on display, and you took a moment to thank the Lord for the blessing before you.

“You want a drink?”

You realized you were staring, so you cleared your throat and smiled at him. “Yes, please.”

His large hand wrapped around your elbow gently as he tugged you through the crowd in the kitchen and out towards the back porch. You tried not to think about how your skin was burning under his touch. You needed to get a grip.

He got to work on the keg, pumping the handle on the top and grabbing you a cup, tilting it a bit as he filled it with beer.

“Hey, shitty hair! Beer pong!” You turned to see Bakugou standing on the other side of the large wooden deck, his arm resting on the shoulder of a tall and lanky brown-haired boy. “Sero here wants to break up the dream team! Find a partner!”

Kirishima chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, hang on!” He turned to you, handing you your drink. “So, you play beer pong?”

Bringing the cup to your lips, you tilted your head back and chugged your beer, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand when you’d finished. Kirishima was staring at you with wide eyes, looking surprised but pleased. “Yeah. I’m better when I’m drunk, though.”

He held out his hand for the empty cup, moving to fill it up again, his grin never faltering. “Let’s go kick their asses.”

That was the beginning of your friendship with Kirishima. What had started as a crush on the red-haired man had turned into a companionship that you couldn’t ever see yourself without. That was why you never said a word about how you really felt.

As cliché as it was, you didn’t know how you’d survived without the guy. He was nothing short of amazing. He was a great listener, and he gave good advice. He was always there when you needed him, bringing you soup when you were sick, going on late-night snack runs when you were up all night studying for exams, showing up with chocolate and tampons when it was your time of the month.

Shinsou had always done those things for you, but he was spending a lot of time with his boyfriend now. You weren’t upset about it though, you thought they were the cutest and you didn’t want to third wheel their time together, so you hung out with Kirishima and Bakugou a lot more often.

As Kaminari had told you on that first day, Bakugou truly wasn’t a bad guy. His attitude got on your nerves though, and you envisioned punching him in the face at least four times a day, but you didn’t dislike him. He and Kirishima were best friends, so he was a part of the package, and you learned to deal with him.

So it was a no-brainer when Kirishima and Bakugou approached you and asked if you wanted to get an apartment with them once you’d graduated. With the three of you living together, you were able to afford a nicer apartment than you’d ever dreamed of having that was in a central location and only a few train stops away from where your respective jobs were located.

Things were going well, and you’d done a decent job of keeping your true feelings for Kirishima to yourself. It helped that he’d never dated anyone, and you were free to lust after him quietly, under the impression that no one had caught on to how you really felt, perfectly content to continue as you had been since the day you’d met him.

The only wrench in your plans of quiet pining was Mina Ashido.

Mina was awesome, and you loved her to pieces. She was one of the only other females in your friend group and had been around since you’d gotten closer to the boys in the frat that first year of college. She was the perfect person to go to when you needed some self-care nights, always down to put on a face mask and paint your nails, and she was the best shopping partner.

However, you were thoroughly convinced that Kirishima liked her.

You’d noticed, as far back as your freshman year, how they always gravitated towards each other in social settings. Mina was always one of the last ones to leave when you went out back then, always the one Kirishima threw his arm around when you walked back to campus from the bar.

It was part of the reason you’d become close with Bakugou in the first place. Whenever Kiri was with Mina, you always sidled up to the explosive blonde, teasing him to distract yourself from the way your heart was squeezing in your chest.

Neither of them had ever mentioned having more than just a platonic, friendly relationship with each other, but you couldn’t shake the feeling you got whenever you saw them together.

It’s called jealousy, you idiot.

You had nothing to be jealous about though. Kirishima was your friend, and that’s all he would ever be.

Things had been going well, at least that’s what you’d thought. And then this morning had happened.

It was Saturday, which was your normal grocery shopping day. You and Bakugou had taken on the burden of shopping for groceries for the apartment. You’d allowed Kirishima to go once and he came home with more junk food than should be allowed in one cart, and half of the things on the list you’d given him missing, and more protein powder than should be legally allowed.

Bakugou had worked out a system and your grocery shopping trips were like a well-oiled machine that took no longer than an hour out of your day, and you were grateful for your grumpy friend and his penchant for being overly organized.

You finished getting dressed, ready to get this over with so you could use the rest of the day to play video games and be generally lazy. Walking into the living room, you stopped in your tracks to see your roommates glaring at each other, which was normal for one of them, and uncharacteristic for the other.

“Everything okay?” Your eyes darted between the two men, taking in Kirishima’s stiff posture and clenched jaw.

“Fine. I’m going shopping alone today.” Bakugou grunted, turning away from his best friend.

Puzzled, you frowned. “What? Why?”

Bakugou stopped in the doorway, turning to face the both of you, looking thoroughly fed up. He lifted his hand and pointed. “The two of you are making me want to commit myself. I’ve been dealing with this shit for years, and it ends today. You’re in love with each other. Figure your shit out and fuck already. I’ll be out for the rest of the day.”

You gaped after him as he turned again, giving you both the middle finger over his shoulder as he left, the door slamming shut behind him.

And that brings us up to speed.

“Are we really this stupid?” You asked, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back.

Kirishima sighed. “This doesn’t make any sense. Since when?”

Snorting, you flopped down on the couch, rubbing at your face tiredly. “Truthfully? Since the moment we met.” You guessed the cat was out of the bag, so you might as well tell him everything. “In the kitchen at the frat house.”

“When you came over to work on that project with Denki?” His eyebrows furrowed, an adorably confused look on his face. “Are you telling me I’ve been pushing you at Bakugou for nearly 5 years for no reason?”

“Yeah, you could stop doing that at any time and I would appreciate it. Unless you want me to strangle him to death.”

Kirishima flopped down on the other end of the couch, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I’ve liked you just as long, you know? I saw you sitting in our kitchen and I thought I was going to throw up.”

“If that was supposed to make me feel good about myself then you’ve failed miserably.”

“No! I just mean, the butterflies-” He groaned. “Shut up and let me get this out okay?”

Smirking at him, you turned your body, leaning against the back of the couch. “Okay, sorry, keep going.”

Taking a deep breath, he continued, red eyes trained on your face. “Do you remember the frat party?”

“Which one?”

“That first one, when you chugged that beer in front of me and then helped me kick Bakugou’s ass at beer pong?” He waited for you to nod before he spoke again. “I’d never felt so enamored with anyone in my entire life.” Kirishima let his gaze fall to his hands. “You were so awesome and funny and beautiful and you kept up with my friends and their dumbass antics like a pro and I just...I couldn’t believe you were real. I just kept telling myself that you would never be into someone like me, so I decided that if we could be friends for life then that would be enough.”

“Ei…” You trailed off, frowning. You’d always known he tended to get down on himself. You and Bakugou had done your best to convince him he was worth much more than he let himself believe, but sometimes he needed a reminder.

“I know, I know. I don’t feel that way anymore, but at the time I did.” His hair was down, tied back in a loose bun, bits of his fringe falling in his eyes. He pushed a piece of it behind his ear and kept going. “So I tried to keep my distance, kept on hanging around with Mina, tried not to think about how much I wanted to be with you. She kept telling me I needed to tell you, kept rubbing it in that I wasn’t being manly about it. But you were hanging out with Bakugou so much I just figured you liked him and I didn’t want to get in the way.”

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall forward. “I was hanging out with Bakugou because I couldn’t stand seeing you with Mina so much. I was jealous.” Realization hit, and your eyes snapped open. “Mina knew?”

“Yeah, she’s the only one I told.”

“All those times we hung out and she never said a word.” Chuckling, you shook your head. “I told Shinsou. It’s like the only secret he’s ever kept from Kaminari. I threatened to mutilate him beyond all recognition if he mentioned a word to anyone.” You grinned sheepishly at him.

Kirishima huffed a laugh. “You’ve been spending way too much time with Bakugou. Your threats are just as creative as his.”

“Speaking of, I guess he figured it out on his own then.”

Humming, he shrugged. “He was always the smartest one out of all of us.” He looked over at you again. “So, now it’s your turn.”

Raising an eyebrow, you blinked at him. “For what? A heartfelt confession?”

“It’s only fair. I told you how I felt. What did you think when you first met me?”

You felt your ears get hot. “Do you want the truth? Because it’s kind of embarrassing.”

Shifting himself on the couch, he leaned against the arm, tanned forearms resting on his knees. “Oh, this should be good.” He teased, grinning.

“Shut up.” You sighed, preparing yourself for his reaction. “When you walked into the kitchen that day, my first thoughts were...uh...pretty dirty. Like X rated.”

Eyes wide, he stared at you. “Really? How dirty are we talking here?”

You covered your face with your hands, mumbling your answer behind them.

“Sorry, what was that?” He was fucking with you again, you could hear the smirk in his voice, and you were tempted to smack him with a throw pillow.

Taking a deep breath, you moved your hands from your face, looking him right in the eye. “I said, I wanted you to step on me.”

Sputtering, he blinked a few times. “What?”

“I mean, you were this...tank, Eijirou. Like this giant man with gorgeous eyes and a killer smile, with the personality of fucking sunshine and you had these big hands and I wanted you to wrap them around my throat and-”

“Whoa whoa whoa, seriously?” His cheeks were as red as his hair, his hands flailing as he stopped your tirade. “You wanted me to…?

Nodding solemnly, you looked him dead in the eyes. “Yes, and I’ve thought about that like every day since then.”

“I am learning things about you today that I never even imagined.” Blowing a breath out he slumped back, looking shook.

You hurried on, wanting him to know it was more than that. “I mean, after that I got to know you and I love everything about you, Ei. I just, you’re such a good person, better than I could ever be. You care about everyone and you’re always there for me, for all of us, whenever we need you. You’re strong and funny and brave. I always know that I can rely on you.” Sniffling, you couldn’t help the emotions bubbling to the surface.

“But you also want me to step on you.” He was grinning, his eyes a little wet, too.

Wiping at your eyes with your fingers, you chuckled. “Yes, exactly.”

Sighing, he leaned forward, grabbing your arm and tugging. “Come here.”

Crawling across the couch, you laid down between his parted legs, your head resting on his chest. He wrapped his giant arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“Now what?” You asked, realizing you were afraid of the answer. What happened now?

He hummed, and you heard the sound vibrate through his chest. “I was going to suggest a nap, but now I keep thinking about what you said…”

You lifted up to ask what he meant, shifting your body and freezing when you felt something hard brush against your thigh. Eyes meeting his, you bit your lip at the look on his face, feeling a blush creep over your face and down your neck. “Yeah?”

“I figured we can do things out of order a little bit, right? I’m going to take you on a real date and court you properly, like a gentleman and all that, but right now all I can think about is, well…” He sat up, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you like it was nothing, until you were sitting properly on his lap, straddling his hips. When he was satisfied, his hand moved to your throat, putting the smallest amount of pressure on the sides of your neck with his calloused fingertips.

The moan that tore from your throat was low and quiet, but he heard it, muttering a curse under his breath as you became nearly boneless in his lap. “Eijriou.” You managed, licking your lips and gazing at him through half-closed eyes, your blood pounding in your ears.

It was ridiculous how turned on you were in that moment, and he’d barely done a thing. You felt his cock twitch beneath you, and you couldn’t help but grind down on him, the small amount of friction making you shiver.

Suddenly he was guiding you towards him, your noses bumping and breath mingling as he held you in place, his lips just out of your reach. “You don’t know how much I’ve always wanted you, Y/N.”

Letting your eyes slide closed, you ran your hands up his muscled arms and rested them on his shoulders to keep yourself upright. You were tired of waiting, of keeping yourself from what you wanted. “Show me.”

If you were to die right here on this couch it would have all been worth it. The feeling of his lips on yours, the way he ran his thumb lightly over your throat as he kissed you, had your eyes rolling back in their sockets. You couldn’t get enough of the taste of him, of the feeling of his hard body beneath your fingertips. He was careful with his sharp teeth, tugging at your bottom lip lightly, your tongues sliding together as he rolled his hips against yours.

You pulled back for air finally, taking in his kiss bruised lips and dilated pupils. Reaching down, you tore your shirt over your head, tossing it across the room, never breaking eye contact. You watched his gaze fall to your heaving chest as he worried at his bottom lip for a moment, obviously lost in thought.

Before you could ask him what he was thinking about, he’d shifted again so that his feet were on the floor. Kirishima lifted you off his lap and put you on your feet in front of him, hands moving to your waist, fingers slipping into the elastic of the leggings you were wearing. He pressed his face to your bare stomach, kissing your skin as he worked your pants down your thighs, slipping them past your knees. You played with his hair, moaning softly as he kissed along your hip.

When he sat back you stepped out of your leggings, feeling exposed. You forgot how to be awkward when he was looking at you like that, hungry and wanting. Stepping forward, you pouted. “Why am I the only one half-naked?”

Chuckling, he pulled his shirt off, and you sucked in a breath, trying to wrap your head around the fact that this man, with a chiseled and perfect body like a Greek god, wanted you.

You didn’t even have time to admire him, because he was moving again, pulling you closer by your thighs, sharp teeth hooking into the front of your panties and dragging them down. Tugging the tie out of his hair, you slid it on your wrist, letting your fingers card through his red locks. He let his hands do the rest of the work until the offending garment was tangled around your ankles.

Pushing him away gently, you watched him settle back on the couch, red eyes gazing at you as you reached back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor, finally fully exposed to him. Kirishima sucked in a breath, blinking a few times in disbelief. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

You kicked your panties to the side, moving to kneel in front of him, reaching up to grasp the top of his grey sweats, mouth-watering when you started to tug them down. Kirishima was huge everywhere else, so the size of his cock was of no surprise to you. He was massive, long, and girthy, and you couldn’t wait to feel him inside you, stuffing you full.

Rubbing your thighs together for some relief, you left his sweats around his ankles, leaning forward and grasping his cock in your hand. It was almost comical how small your hands looked compared to it. Your eyes locked with his as you licked a long stripe up the shaft, tracing along the prominent vein on the underside, and lapping at the precum dripping from the head.

Kirishima’s head fell back to rest on the cushion behind him, his fingers tangling in your hair as you took him into your mouth. Your jaw ached almost immediately as you did your best to swallow all of him down, willing your throat to relax. You’d spent so long thinking about how he would taste and sound as you sucked his soul out through his dick, you were going to make the most out of this moment.

His breathy pants filled the room, along with the obscene slurping sounds of your mouth around his cock. Gripping your hair and tugging lightly, you could tell he was holding back, his thighs shaking with the effort to keep from fucking up into your face. You pulled off, opening your mouth to let him know he could wreck you however he wanted, but he had other plans.

“Come up here, baby.”

The pet name sent shivers through you as you stood up, straddling his lap, his cock pressed up against his stomach. His thumb brushed over your lips, wiping away the spit and pre that spilled down your chin. Cradling your face in his large palm, he pulled you forward and kissed you deeply, his free hand sliding between your bodies. Thick fingers parted your folds, and you lifted up on your knees to give him better access. You moaned into his mouth as he brushed over your clit, gathering the dripping wetness of your cunt along his digits and sliding one finger inside your hole.

You clenched around him, breaking the kiss and keening loudly, your hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. His finger pumped in and out, curling slightly and pressing against your inner walls, stretching you. Gripping your hip with his other hand, he kissed his way down your jaw to your neck and chest, tongue flicking out over your nipple, hot breath ghosting over your skin with a chuckle when you grabbed his head and pulled him towards you.

One finger turned to two and then three as you rocked and mewled in pleasure, his thumb finding your clit again and pressing against the bundle of nerves, whispered praises reaching your ears as he sucked and bit at your breasts. You were on the edge, wanting to fall over and drown in him, needing to cum all over his fingers and then again on his cock, wanting nothing more than to feel this way forever.

“Ei I’m gonna…” You panted, unable to form the words.

Grunting, he moved his fingers faster, pressing his thumb in a little harder, his words of praise streaming steadily, telling you how good you were, how pretty you looked. Eyes rolling back, your body tensed, a moan in the sound of his name leaving your lips as you shook, cumming harder than you ever had in your life.

You were still clenching when he pulled his fingers out of you, his hand slick with release as he tugged on his cock and lined it up with your entrance, your body mourning the loss for mere seconds before he was filling you again. The slick glide of your arousal had you taking nearly all of him, the two of you groaning in tandem at the feeling. Gripping his shoulders, you lifted slightly, slamming your hips back down and taking him to the hilt. The stretch was just on the edge of painful, but his thick digits had stretched you just enough that the pleasure superseded any discomfort.

Still trying to gather yourself after your orgasm, you took a moment to breathe, studying his face, your gaze tracing over the scar on his eyelid, and his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks. An hour ago you never could have imagined you’d be here, panting shakily, drenched in sweat and skin to skin with your best friend and roommate.

Clenching around him, you held his shoulders, rocking forward and lifting yourself slightly. Kirishima gripped your hips, fucking up into you in a steady rhythm, his lips finding yours once again to swallow the panting moans leaving you. You bounced on his cock, relishing the feeling as he kissed down your neck, his fingertips digging into your flesh, sure to leave bruises for you to admire the next day.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but it didn’t even matter. Just being this close to him, feeling him filling you so completely after wanting him for so long, it could have been minutes and you’d be happy. Knowing he felt for you as strongly as you felt for him was enough.

His fingers trailed along your front and dipped in between your bodies to rub your clit again, and you felt the pleasure race down your spine, coil tightening again and ready to break. “Oh fuck, Eijirou!”

Growling, he grunted your name as his hips snapped up to meet yours, chasing his release. “I love you, Y/N.”

His words tipped you over again, your breath catching as you came, the wet sounds of his cock plunging into you increasing as you gushed around him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, completely spent. You held onto him as he slammed into you a few more times, rhythm faltering and hips stuttering until he was filling you up with a loud groan.

Collapsing back onto the couch, he held you to his chest, the two of you gasping for air. It was quiet for a few minutes as he rubbed his palm along your back comfortingly. You felt relaxed and sated, a pleased smile making its way to your face when you thought about what he’d said.

“Hey, Ei?” You pulled back slightly to look at him, giggling when he peeked one eye open to gaze at you.

“You okay?”

“Mm. I just wanted to tell you that I love you, too.”

He looked sheepish, opening both eyes and biting his lip. “I didn’t mean to tell you like that. I wanted it to be romantic.”

“That was plenty romantic, Eijirou.” Rolling your eyes fondly, you shifted in his lap. “I’m just happy to hear you say it.”

“Man, we did this all wrong. I should have at least taken you to dinner first. This is so unmanly of me, I just couldn’t help it.” He frowned. “I’m sorry-”

“You’re too good sometimes, Ei. I’m not complaining, am I?” You raised an eyebrow. “We should go get cleaned up before Bakugou comes home and finds out we fucked on the couch.”

“Please don’t talk about Bakugou while you’re sitting on my dick.” He made a face that caused you to bust into gasping laughter.

“Oh my god, I can’t.” You wheezed. “You’re ridiculous.” You moved to get up and he stopped you.

With a serious look on his face, he pushed your hair away from your face, his hand lingering near your ear. “I do love you though, Y/N. And I’m glad we finally got here. I didn’t think we ever would.”

Expression softening, you leaned into his palm, smiling at him. “Me too.”

Maybe if you had just told him how you felt all those years ago, you would have been able to have this sooner. But you promised yourself that you wouldn’t dwell on the past, deciding to focus on the future, because you knew it would be filled with more moments with him just like this.

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