#and you gotta push them around until you can uhhh drag it to the right i guess

[welcome-back-to-hoimycraf]

hello possible oneshot? /nf

The chair to Tubbo's desk creaked as they leaned back, stretching his limbs out as far as they could go until they heard that satisfying pop. He'd been sitting here for six hours, and gods were their bones feeling it. Whatever. He could take it. And they were so close to finishing up this last blueprint, he couldn't stop now. 

The ram suppressed a yawn as he picked the graphite back up. They wouldn't go to sleep. They couldn't go to sleep. He was on a four day no-sleep streak, and he's never been one to back down from a challenge- even if that means beating his record of eight. 

A soft knocking on the door snapped Tubbo out of their thoughts. They huffed out a small sigh in annoyance at being interrupted. “Come in!”

Ranboo’s tall frame stood in the small crack they’d made in the doorway. Ae leaned down to see into the room due to aer height. Tubbo’s face cracked into a small smile at the sight of their spouse, gangly, awkward limbs, perpetually nervous face and all, as he came better into view. “May I come in?” They asked softly, most likely keeping aer voice down both for Tubbo’s and a sleeping Michael’s sake. 

“Sure thing, boss man,” The brunette agreed, turning back to his work as Ranboo made its way in. The sound of papers shuffling and something being gently set down next to them pulled their gaze. The enderman had placed a steaming mug of tea on the space they’d cleaned of various paperwork. It was even in their favorite #1 Bee cup Michael’d made him for Father’s Day a couple months ago. “What’s this for?” He questioned, peering up suspiciously at Ranboo through their bangs. 

“Though you might need it,” they responded. His long tail was waving around lazily and Tubbo vaguely wondered what time it was as he turned back to the desk and took his first sip of his newly-acquired drink, pausing as the taste hit them. They looked up at their spouse again. “Chamomile?”

“Tubbo- when was the last time you slept?” He questioned sternly, staring the shorter in the eye. This time it was Tubbo who squirmed under the gaze and broke eye contact. 

“Uhhh… Like, a bit?”

Ranboo placed its hands on its hips which the ram would’ve made fun of for being sassy if they knew a lecture wasn’t coming. “And how long is ‘a bit’?”

Tubbo winced as they were backed into a corner excuse-wise. “A- a few days?”

An unsurprised sigh left the enderman as it dragged a hand down its face. Tubbo’s face twisted into a frown- mostly because he felt like a real shithead right now. “Look, we’re going to bed,” Ae stated rather than suggested, “You can finish up your tea in bed.”

The brunette stammered out some sounds of disagreement. “But I’ve gotta get these blueprints done by the end of the week!”

Ranboo lifted an eyebrow- well, he would’ve if it had eyebrows. “Tubbo, it’s Monday.”

“Yeah, and I’m only half done!” They argued.

“Alright, Mister, I’m forcing you to sleep.” That was all the warning Tubbo got before large hands gripped the back of his chair and lifted, Ranboo pushing the chair’s back legs and its contents across the floor toward the open door. 

Tubbo squawked in surprise and ended up laughing as they were pushed down the hall to their shared bedroom, protesting half-heartedly the whole way. 

It only took a little bit of convincing to get the man to brush their teeth and change into clothes that weren’t stained with sweat, soot, and other fluids that even Tubbo wasn’t quite sure the origins of. Ranboo didn’t even bother trying to get him to take a bath. Ae knew it’d only end up being a tussle and not being able to touch water would put it at a steep disadvantage. 

Tubbo yawned as they stripped back the sheets and climbed into bed and Ranboo was back swiftly with the tea, setting it on the nightstand. The ram got comfy as he watched their spouse. “You gonna tuck me in too, big guy?”

Ranboo rolled aer eyes and leaned down to plant a quick kiss to his forehead, teasingly tucking the blankets around their shoulders. “Go to sleep,” they whispered.

Tubbo was already half asleep when they felt the other side of the bed dip and felt arms wrap around their waist. “Night, Tubbo,” was the last thing they heard before drifting off comfortably into a peaceful night’s sleep.  

[imaginemcyt]

sisterinnit!

cc!wilbur soot x tommy’s older sister

tw: language

note: this one uses specifically she/her pronouns, however, you can replace them with your pronouns. it won’t change the story at all. sorry that this is kinda shit but tumblr deleted my draft and i had to completely rewrite it so this is what i’ve got. hope you enjoy! <3

“y/n this is wilbur, wilbur this is y/n.” tommy gave the basic introductions with a bored look on his face.

“y/n simons, pleasure to meet you.”

“wilbur soot, the pleasure is all mine.”

as he shook your hand, you stared into each other’s eyes. he wore a small smile, that was almost a smirk. was it just you, or was there electricity when your hands touched? that had to be in your head, right? your gaze lingered on the other for perhaps a little too long before you let go of each other’s hands.

“now get out, y/n.” tommy pushed you towards the door.

•••

“y/n can you see wilbur out? i’m busy!”

wilbur looked at you with a smile, causing you to blush. you nodded and yelled back at your brother, “yeah!”

you led wilbur to the front door, opening it and stepping to the side. you looked at him to find he was already looking at you. he grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

“it was nice meeting you, y/n.”

as you stuttered out a reply, he gave you that same almost-smirk and turned away, walking down your driveway.

•••

“what are you doing up?”

you jumped, not expecting to see someone in your kitchen at two am. then you remembered tommy had invited friends over.

“oh, it’s you. i… i can’t sleep. what are you still doing awake?”

you filled a glass up with water and began to drink it, putting it in the sink when you were done.

“tommy snores really loud.”

you both let out a light laugh at your younger brother’s expense.

“well, since we’re both awake, do you want to do something? we could watch friends? that’s all i was doing anyway.”

“that sounds great.”

you both made your way up the stairs and into your room. you sat on the bed and set up the laptop with the episode you were currently on. eventually you were laying down together watching joey do lunges in all of chandler’s clothes.

(like this ^^^)

you were about halfway through a second episode when tommy interrupted.

“what the hell are you guys doing?”

you both looked up at the tired gremlin child.

“watching friends.” wilbur gave him a cheeky smile.

•••

“hello?”

“oh! uh, hello…?”

“oh it’s you, wilbur!” you spoke over your brother’s headset while he was in the bathroom.

“y/n? hi! what are you doing?”

“well tommy’s in the toilet so i wanted to see who he was talking to. turns out it’s you!”

wilbur let out a chuckle. “it’s me!”

“GET OUT OF MY BEDROOM!”

“uh oh, gotta go!” you threw down the headset before running for your life.

•••

“y/n, hang out with us!”

you stopped at the doorway, looking back at the group of boys all sitting on the floor. jack manifold, tubbo, and wilbur all stared up at you.

“no, y/n, get out of my room.” tommy spoke from his spot on the bed.

“aww, why can’t she stay?”

“yeah, tommy, don’t be a dick, man.”

“y/n, stay!”

“no, y/n, leave.”

you looked nervous, being pulled in two different directions, before ultimately deciding that you had other things to do.

“sorry guys, i should probably go.”

a chorus of disappointed groans and “aww”s left the group before you waved and closed the door behind you.

you went back to your room, deciding to give your brother his space despite your loneliness and boredom. you knew you’d want the same from him.

you decided to mess around with your ukulele to pass the time. you played your favorite song, singing along quietly. it wasn’t long before a knock on the door made you stop.

“come in.”

the door opened and none other than wilbur soot popped his head in.

“hey.”

“hey. tommy asked me to tell you to shut up, but i think you sound lovely.”

you turned slightly pink. “oh, uh, thanks. tell tommy i’m sorry and i’ll keep it down.”

“no need, he’s a prick anyway.” he made his way to where you sat on the bed, taking a seat next to you.

“what are you playing?”

you smiled and told him about how it was your favorite song by your favorite artist and you loved how fun it was. he requested you play a little bit for him, so you did. when you were done, you started to talk about it a little more.

at least until you realized he wasn’t listening. he was staring at your lips, leaning in. you followed suit.

the door burst open, causing you two to spring apart.

“wilbur, what the hell is taking so long? and what are you two doing in here with the door closed?”

wilbur smiled at tommy. “playing music, of course.”

tommy gave a skeptical look, dragging wilbur out of the room with a “keep it down, y/n!”

wilbur stopped at the doorway. “by the way, i quite like hanging out with you, y/n.”

•••

“your hands are so tiny!”

“they are not,” you gasped. “your hands are just huge, probably because you’re a giant of a man.”

wilbur laughed. “put your hand up,” he instructed. he touched his to yours gently, showing off the size difference.

you both giggled before stopping and looking into each other’s eyes. he gave you a gentle smile and slipped his fingers in between yours, interlocking them and holding your hand in his larger one.

you looked back at him and smiled.

•••

you knocked on the door three times, and he answered not long after.

“y/n? what are you doing here?”

“tommy thinks he left his sweater here and asked if i could drop by and pick it up on my way home.”

“oh yeah, one second.”

he disappeared for a moment before returning, holding your brother’s red hoodie. “here you go,” he said with a smile.

“thank you. sorry to bother you.”

“it’s no trouble. can i walk you home?”

you felt yourself heating up and smiled. “if you’d like.”

he nodded and grabbed his jacket. then you both started off toward the simons residence. you almost made it before it started raining.

it was light rain at first, so you carried on. however, it got heavier by the second, and pretty soon it was pouring on you two.

wilbur took off his jacket and held it above your heads. “we’re almost there, run!”

the two of you ran the rest of the way, only stopping once you got to your porch. you looked at each other for a moment, catching your breath. then you started laughing. you were both soaked and standing there like idiots, laughing at yourselves.

your laughter soon died down, and then you were just smiling at each other. he reached over to you and brushed a wet piece of hair behind your ear, getting it out of your face.

you weren’t stupid. you knew the look he was giving you was a lovestruck gaze, but you decided to play dumb.

“what?”

then finally it happened. after months of flirting and mutual pining, he closed the gap and kissed you. with his right hand on your face he crashed his lips to yours (a/n: that sounds violent but it’s not meant to be lol), pulling you closer with his left. you wrapped your arms around him, hands tangling in his hair.

passion mingled with desperation and you kissed long after you were breathless. you didn’t part until you heard a loud yell of disgust.

you instantly sprang apart with swollen lips and red faces.

“are you fucking kidding me? that’s my sister, man!” tommy yelled, glaring at wilbur.

he then looked to you. “and you, kissing my best mate?!”

you stood there shocked for a moment before coming to your senses.

“uhhh, I wasn’t kissing, were you kissing?” you said, turning to wilbur and praying to god he caught on to your obvious lie.

“no, i wasn’t kissing.” he shook his head.

“neither was i! see, no kissing here.”

“i’m not stupid,” said tommy, voice low and angry as opposed to the shock and disgust from before. “i saw everything.”

he then turned and walked away from the door, leaving you two alone again.

a moment of awkward silence passed. “i should probably… you know.” you said, pointing to the house.

“oh yeah, no, definitely.” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“and look, i’m sorry if i ruined your friendship with tommy. i know you guys are close, and i hope he forgives you.”

he gave you a sad smile. “same here, love.” he then kissed your cheek and took off into the rain once more.

you went inside and tried fixing things with tommy, who refused to speak to you. after sitting outside his bedroom door for nearly an hour, you finally gave up and headed back into your room. you opened discord.

[your username]: tommy’s ignoring me. i’ve just sat outside his room for an hour and he refuses to talk to me.

WilburSoot: i’ll give it a go.

he did not speak to wilbur. tommy left him on read every time.

•••

tommy avoided you entirely for two weeks. he left the room if you walked in, and he wouldn’t speak to you at the dinner table. your mother was curious what was going on between you two, but neither of you would say anything about it.

finally, you’d had enough.

you asked your mother to call tommy out of his room, since he wouldn’t answer if you were to try. she did, just wanting you two to speak again. once he arrived in the living room, you jumped him. you grabbed him around the middle and threw him on the couch, planting yourself on top of him so he couldn’t run away. your mum left the room.

“hey, you asshole, get off of me!”

“no, tommy! enough is enough! you’re not leaving until you hear me out!”

“no, i don’t want to talk to you!”

“too bad because i’m not moving until you hear what i have to say! i don’t want us to keep avoiding each other like this.”

he went silent and thought about it for a moment, an angry and skeptical look on his face. “…fine. get it over with.”

you took a deep breath.

“tommy, you’re my little brother, and i love you. i’ll always love you, even when you hate me. just know that i never meant to hurt you or make you angry. however… you can’t tell me how to live my life, or who i can be with. i want to be with wilbur. i can’t help it, tommy, i love him. you can be happy for me or not, that’s your choice. but what isn’t your choice, is who i love.”

by the end of your speech, your voice was shaking and your eyes were watery. you got off of tommy and helped him sit up.

his face softened. “you… you love him?”

your tears ran down your cheeks. you nodded. “i do.”

tommy sighed before pulling you into a hug. it was rare for him to show affection, especially to you, but after everything that happened between the two of you, he felt it was important.

“i love you, y/n. you’re my sister, i could never hate you. i’m happy for you. but just know, best mate or not, i’ll castrate him if he makes you sad.”

you laughed, wiping away your tears.

“i should… probably speak with wilbur, yeah?”

you nodded. tommy stood and went back to his room. you followed not long after, and even though you knew it was frowned upon, you stopped to listen at his door.

“tommy, thank god you’re speaking to me. listen, man, i–”

“do you love her, wilbur?”

“what?”

“my sister. do you love her?”

“i– yeah. yeah, i do.”

“good. listen, all i want is for y/n to be happy. meaning if you make her cry, i’ll murder you.”

wilbur chuckled on the other line, making you smile.

“you won’t have to worry about that. i promise you i’ll take care of her.”

“just don’t make my sister cry and don’t be gross in front of me, alright big man?”

“you’ve got yourself a deal, tommyinnit.”

you smiled again before heading off in the direction of your room.

[sageinacage]

Hellooo I saw you were taking requests again!! :D Would you be alright doing a bit of a hurt/comfort ish playful fic like Tommy asking techno to help train him. Techno notices that tommy starts to completely overwork himself and comforts him about like not feeling good enough to be techno's brother and techno playfully tickling him to force him to take a break? I'm sorry if this was a long prompt, it's 4am lol... Thank you so much!! :D

summary: tommy wants to be as strong as his brother techno, but doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to a/n: sorry i haven’t been active this weekend :[ im on the last 3 weeks of school and they’re piling so much stuff WAAAH warnings: swearing, self consciousness, self doubt (this is a hurt/comfort fic!) w/c: 1.6k

DSMP

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“Techno, how did you get to be so… strong?”

“Hard work, Tommy. A lotta’ hard work.”

Tommy huffed, crossing his arms. That was definitely not the answer he wanted, because the boy wanted to be a force to be reckoned with now. “Well… what kind of hard work?” He egged on, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Well, experience is a big one- I’ve done a lot of fighting and gained a lot of perspective from that… uhhhh… I study books with ancient techniques? I uhhh, let me put some thought into this, kid,”

Techno continued to think, putting a hand to his chin in thought. None of these Tommy liked, as they both took much time, perseverance, and he was just too young to have had as much experience as his brother. “Oh, I’ve trained a lot-”

“Aha! Training! How do I train?” Tommy cheered, almost leaping with how excited he got. The boy assumed he would be able to be unstoppable after one training session, but his older brother didn’t know how to convey that it wasn’t possible- but also didn’t want to crush his spirits at the same time.

“Tommy,” Techno started, then let out a long sigh, “..it’s not that easy. I’d be willing to help but-”

“Let’s go now then, big man!” The blonde exclaimed triumphantly, marching towards the entrance to their house’s backyard. Techno watched him stomp out the room towards the back exit, shaking his head and following the boy.

When he arrived outside, Tommy was already in a set of armor with his sword out, grinning madly at Techno. With an amused huff, the piglin picked up his sword and stood a good distance from in front of him.

“Alright, the first thing is stance. Make sure you’re standing so you’ll be able to block on any side of you.” Techno placed his sword down, heading to Tommy. He gently moved his arms and shoulders to be in a preferred position. The boy stood there, completely stiff like a statue.

“Y’know you gotta loosen up, you need to be able to block and dodge attacks and can’t do that when you’re stone.”

“I gotta be like stone, so I can’t be knocked down!”

Techno shook his head, pushing his hand into Tommy’s side, making him fall on the grass. “That wasn’t fair!” Tommy whined, getting up and brushing the dirt off of his light armor. “All is fair in fights, kid. You never know what your opponent will do.” The piglin explained, pushing up his glasses.

Tommy muttered something under his breath, getting into the fighting stance his brother showed him. “I’m ready!” He announced, Tech sighing. “Tommy, you need to know the basics before going into battle.” He frowned, crossing his arms. “There are no basics in war!” Tommy rebuttals, using the phrase Techno used earlier against him.

“Actually there is-”

“I didn’t ask!” Tommy ran at Techno, falling onto the dirt as the man stepped to the side. “You don’t just run at someone and expect to get a hit on them, smartass.” He playfully flicked his brother’s head, who grumbled and got up, trying to get more hits on Techno.

The piglin continued to step out of the way, eventually sighing and easily disarming him from his blunt training sword.

“Tommy-”

“I can’t do it! How can I even be your brother?! I can barely even hold the sword, it's so heavy! I’m done with this, I’ll never be as strong as you!” Tommy fumed, throwing his armor off and stomping inside the house to go up to his room. Techno put his training sword away, sighing softly. ‘The kid has potential, he just gets ahead of himself.’ Techno thought, then heading inside to go upstairs to check up on his little brother.

“Can I come in?” He knocked on the door, hearing a small ‘no’ from inside. Techno huffed. “Please? I want to talk to you, Toms.” He asked again, then hearing nothing. “Fine.” Tommy gave him permission to come in, which Techno gladly took.

“Hey,” His brother sat at the foot of his bed, looking at him. “You’re just so cool. You’re Technoblade, everyone knows you as strong and scary. And… and I’m just Tommy. The little brother, the obnoxious one.” He ranted, sniffling softly as he curled his knees in and hiding his face.

“I wouldn’t say that, Tommy. I’ve heard people talk about how brave you are, which I’m gonna have to agree with. Also, you’re not obnoxious, I wouldn’t want to hang out with you if you were.” Techno showed him a small smile, opening his arms. Tommy leaped into them, wrapping his arms around his brother and holding his cape with an iron grip.

“Really? People think that?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you about that, kid.”

“I am pretty brave and cool, I gotta say,” Tommy chuckled softly at himself, his giggles slowly growing as Techno sighed at him. “Oh, I’ll give you something to laugh about!” He exclaimed playfully, his dull claws shifting around his waist.

“TEHehehechno!” Tommy made the poor mistake of shifting onto his back, so now he was just sprawled across his brother’s lap, stuck in his tickly grasp. “Tommy!” Techno playfully mocked, snickering at Tommy’s small growl in defiance.

“You’re really brave to try to rebuttal my attack, ain'tcha?” He spoke lowly, slipping one of his hands under Tommy’s loose shirt to lightly scratch at the sensitive skin around his belly. “Yohou suhUHUCK!” He complained, kicking his legs out in front of him. “What did you just say to me? You really are fearless.”

The boy was about to smile triumphantly until a blunt claw gently scritched over the bundle of nerves over his hip bone. “SHIHIHIT- Nohot thahahat!” Tommy complained. “Sohomewhehere else!”

“Y’know Tommy, when I tickle Ranboo right here he’d dip out right away. You must be tough if you can withstand this!” Techno praised, a fond smile washing over his face. Tommy continued to shake his head, the ticklish sensations making him tingle all over.

“Hmmm, let’s see if I could make you break. Highly doubt it for how well you’re taking it though, kid.” He chortled before laying Tommy down and skittering both his fingers up his sides. “IT’S SOHO BAHAHAD!” He arched his back, a wheeze escaping him. The claws continued to explore up his sides, dragging back down before stopping at his upper ribs to scribble over the ticklish skin there.

“WHIHIHIYYY?!” Tommy whined, slamming his arms down. “Because!” Techno smirked, drilling his fingers as they were trapped and he couldn’t wiggle them anymore. “THAHAHAT’S WOHOHORSE!” He screeched, the piglin just laughing. “Then free me, smarty!” His fingers continued to drill and prod as much as they could, shifting up to reach his underarms.

“NOHOHO! IT’LL BEHE EVEN WOHOHORSE!” Tommy grumbled, kicking his legs. “Good observation, Tommy! Never let your enemy get an advantage!” His brother praised again, smiling down at him. The grumpiness in the boy’s tone turned more gleeful, the pinkette grunting in success.

“But what if the enemy planned a surprise attack?!” Techno exclaimed, leaning his head down to blow a raspberry over the upper part of his tummy, repeating the action but on his navel next time. “I WIHILL SUHUHURVIVE!” Tommy retorted, trying to push at his head. “I’d like to see you try.” He challenged, lifting his shirt a small bit before leaning down to place nibbles along his lower belly and around his hips.

“FUHUHUCK! TEHEHECHNOHO!” He threw his head back, still holding onto Techno’s hair but not really pushing him away. Techno was genuinely surprised- usually, his nibbles can kill anyone and make them plead for mercy. “Wow Tommy, you can withstand my nibbles? You must really be a champ, huh kid?” He complimented, smiling at Tommy’s giddy squeal.

Techno knew how much Tommy needed this, he needed to hear how actually brave and tough he was, because the truth was the kid was strong, just needed to hear it to believe it. “You were able to survive that, but can you survive this?” He devilishly smiled, moving his claws over to scritch at his lower tummy as he nibbled up his sides.

“YOHOHOU’RE HOHORRIBLE!” Tommy shrieked, kicking his legs and arching his back, but still wasn’t begging for mercy like Techno thought he would. “Able to survive again? This is like the hardest time I’ve had tiring someone out, Toms.” Techno admitted, Tommy giggling and happily chortling in response. He was genuinely proud of himself, feeling stronger than ever.

“Alright. I give up.” Techno chuckled, pulling his brother in for a hug while he calmed down. “I wohohon!” Tommy announced excitedly, hugging him back. “Yeah yeah, whatever.” The piglin sighed contently, pulling away.

“You know Tommy, being strong is more than just physical strength. You gotta have the right mindset, and you’ve definitely got it. I’ve never met someone as strong-willed, enthusiastic, and brave as you.” Techno explained, rubbing his stomach and side area, trying to help with the after-tickles.

“Reheally?”

“Yeah, really.” Techno chuckled, getting up. “How about I teach you a lesson in some historic techniques in fighting, I think you’ll find it interesting.”

“Books are so boring- ugh, fine.” Tommy crossed his arms, standing up and stretching, before following his brother out of the room. “What were you boys doing?! I thought Tommy was being attacked for a hot minute.” Phil laughed from the kitchen, seeing them walk by. “I beat Techno in a tickle fight, that’s what happened!” Tommy laughed, nudging his brother.

“Yep. He beat me. Strong kid, I tell ‘ya.”

[lovewriting-5]

Until Dawn

Chapter 1

Chapter 2, part 1

Chapter 2, part 2

We walk down the stairs and Ashley and Chris were already in the living room by the fire. “Well...well, what took the two of you so long?” Chris asks. I had a hard time keeping a straight face. It felt good to be close with Josh again after a few days.

The four of us were talking about how cold it was in the lodge. The heat had to get turned on. I tell Josh “The fire is nice but it would be great if the heat was on.” I wrap my arms around myself for warmth. He wraps his arms around me to help. He says “Come on...”

Chris, Ashley and I were betting how long it would take him to get it started. Chris asks “How long do you think it’ll take him?” To be nice, I bet “An hour.” Ashley says “My money’s on blankets for everyone!” Chris tells him “You can do it, man. We believe in you.” She says “Yeah! Totally! Woo!” I do a chant “Let’s go Jo-osh, let’s go!” His arms tighten around me. I laugh.

There was the sound of footsteps moving around upstairs. Josh removes his arms. He tells all three of us, “Alright, peanut gallery, you know what? I got an idea.” I ask, suspiciously “What?” He continues “Okay well I am pretty sure that somewhere in this crazy place we used to have...a spirit board.” Ashley asks “A what?”

Sarcastically, Chris asks “Wow you have a ‘spirit board’?” I ask him, concerned “Wait are you saying...we should have a séance?” Still joking, Chris says “Those things are a joke, man. They don’t do shit.” Josh says with a little difficulty, “No way bro. We used to do it all the time. Me and...well...” This isn’t a good idea.

The footsteps reach the bottom. I turn and say “Hey Sam.” As she gets closer to us, she says “Hi. Hey Josh. No hot water’s kinda major oversight doncha think?” He tells her “Yeah yeah, just gotta fire up the boiler. It’s in the basement.” Turns back to Chris and Ashley, “You guys see if you can find the spirit board.”

Ashley gets up from the ottoman, “Chris, let’s go find it! It’ll be like a scavenger hunt!” Hesitantly, he says “Ummm...okay...guess so.” Josh says “Rad. You’re not gonna regret it.” The two of them leave.

Josh asks me “You up for a ride-along?” Nervously, I say “Sure.” I turn to Sam, “Sam, do you want to help us?” She looks behind me, “Uhhh...no, you two go for it. I’ll wait up here.”

We make our way to the direction of the basement. He pauses and says, mischievously “Hey. You notice how I gave Chris and Ashley a mission together? Yeah I was thinking they could use some ‘alone time.’” Supportively, I say “They are very sweet together. I wish they’d just freakin’ get on with it already.” A little too enthused, he says “I swear they just need like...something to bond over, y’know? Some sort of traumatic event to send them into each other’s arms.”

He opens a drawer and takes out a flashlight. I open the door that leads to the basement. Standing by the doorframe, it takes Josh a few minutes. He says “You know...” I ask “Yes?” He begins “I just wanted to say...” I ask “What?” Thoughtfully, he tells me “It really means a lot to me that everyone came back this year and you know, that you came.”

I smile, “Josh. I care about you and glad to hear you are doing a little better. We’re here for you. Really. Whatever you need. Whenever. We’re all gonna make it through this...together.” I give him a kiss on the cheek. He says with a sort of devilish smile, “Um...I want us to have a good time, you know...”

We continue down the stairs of the basement. Knowing that the stairs are crumbling a little, he tells me “Watch your step.” Jokingly, I tell him “I think I can handle a little old set of stairs.” Sarcastically, he says “Uh-huh.”

I follow him to the boiler cabinet. As he opens the cabinet, he says “Sorry to drag you down into the bowels.” I say “It’s fine. Like I said the fire is nice but some heat and hot water would be nice.” He says “I mean I wouldn’t want you coming down here on your own, you know?” Jokingly, I say “Such a gentleman.”

Looking around at the dark basement with a ton of boxes and the only other light is coming from the small windows. I tell him “Well it’s definitely creepy down here.” He says “Yep. Not a place to be on your own.”

He hands me the flashlight, “Here, can you...can you hold this steady?” There was a noise in the distance. I turn around to see where it came from. Now I’m starting to get a little freaked out.

I tighten my grip on the flashlight. I ask a little freaked out, “Josh...what was that?” Not believing, he says “What was what? Just shine it here so I can see what I’m doing.” I say “Fine.”

There was another sound, I turned to see where it came from. Josh says from the boiler cabinet, “(Y/N)...Can you just keep the light still so I can see, okay?”

This time I finally held the flashlight steady. He got everything hooked up. He stands up and smiles, “Nice one. Okay first things first: we gotta increase the water pressure before we get the boiler fired up.” I look at the machine, “Sounds kinda complicated.” Reassuringly, he tells me “No, it’s actually pretty simple.”

I turn the knob, waited and saw the light turn on. I pushed the button but apparently it didn’t work, “Damn!” He says “It’s okay, just try again.” I tried again but missed it, “Ugh!” He tells me “Relax...It’s not that hard. Just press the button when the light comes on.” I take a deep breath and let it out. I try again and got it.

The boiler fired up. Proud of myself, I say “Whoa!!” Josh was pretty proud too, “That’s more like it. Alright! Five, girl!” He holds up his hand and I slap it. I excitedly, say “Yeah!” He closes the boiler cabinet and locks it.

Curiosity hits me, I ask “Josh...so upstairs when I asked Sam if she would like to help...Did you tell her not to join us?” He gets a shocked expression, “What? No...why would I do that?” I tell him as I step a little closer, “Are you sure? Because I swear Sam looked behind me to see if she should.” Looking a little guilty, he begins “Well....I might -“

In the dark, damp basement there was another noise. I turn in the direction that I think it’s coming from, “What the hell is that?” I back a little closer to him. He says, jokingly “Could be a lot of things...and none of them nice...” as he wiggles his finger on my arm. I push it away, “Hey, quit it.”

He says with a chuckle “I’m just...just ‘Joshing’ ya.” “Har har.” I tell him. Trying to point it out, he says “You were really freaked out.”

Shaking my head in protest, “I was not scared.” With a sly grin, he says as he looks me up and down “No, no, you just jumped because you wanted to squeeze in some aerobics?” I roll my eyes.

After a few years of hanging out with the Washington family, I have picked up on some acting skills. I put on a terrified look and look behind him. I look from him to behind, “Oh my God - - don’t move - -“ Sounding a little concerned, he asks “What?” Sounding more terrified, I tell him “There’s something behind you.” Trying to sound brave, he says “Yeah right.”

Really wanting to get him, I continue “Josh...Seriously. There’s something back there...” He turns and looks over his shoulder. I tell him, very satisfied “Ha...Got - -ch - -ah.” Putting an arm around my waist as he pulls me closer, “Alright. Alright. Your point.” I wrap my arms around the back of his neck, “Thirty - - Love.” Josh raises an eyebrow, “What? No...Where’d you get the first point?” I ask “It doesn’t start at thirty?” He says “No. Fifteen.” I say, confidently “Oh. Well, I’m more of a ping-pong gal.” As I get the last sentence out, he kisses me.

The two of us probably would have stayed down there for awhile, if the sound didn’t happen again. We pull away. Really? I was just starting to get used to being down here.

Catching my breath, I ask “Okay, so you hear that too, right?” I look at Josh, “Josh?” He removes his arm and moves in front of me. He asks “What?” Starting to get freaked out again, “The rhythm’s like, weirdly regular...” We walk a little closer to the sound. He says “Not...No...Nothing ‘regular’ about it...”

As we walk closer to it, I place my right hand on his arm and my left hand in his right. His hand grip tightens. I ask “Maybe we should, you know, check it out?” He asks “Why?” Not really knowing what to say, I tell him “I dunno, what if it’s like, a pipe that’s about to burst or some problem with the furnace?” He tells me “Unlikely.” I say to convince him, “If it were me I wouldn’t want this place to burn down on my watch.” He pauses and then says “...Yeah. Right.”

As we venture farther into the basement, all of a sudden, a figure in a brown robe and hockey mask jumps out. Josh and I scream and run for our lives. Josh in front, says “Whoa - (Y/N) - whoa.” Along the path, I grab an obstacle and pull it down. The figure is blocked. Josh and I make it up the stairs and I try to open the door. I am struggling to get it open. The figure is getting closer.

I am throwing all my weight against this door, “Oh come ON now why are these doors locked?!” In a panic, Josh says “To...To keep out strangers!!”

I feel Josh get closer. The figure stops right in front of us, “Hey...” Confused, I ask “...What?” The figure says, again “Heeyyyyyy...” Still confused, I ask “...WHAT THE HELL?!”

The figure removes the mask and hood. He revealed himself as Chris. Thinking it is funny, Chris says “Boom! You just got monked!” I can feel anger starting to rise, “WHAT!!!” Josh says, proudly “Nice. Nice one. That was good.” First to Josh and then to Chris, I ask “No it was not. Why w...Why would you do that?”

Holding his arm out, Chris says “There’s all this cool old movie crap down here. What, was I...was I not supposed to take advantage of the opportunity?” To Chris, I ask “Are you...are you serious?” I turn to Josh and push him a little, “Were you in on this, you putz?” As he gives Chris a high-five, he says “Nope. But I wish I was! That was too good!” I tell him “Don’t high-five that.”

The three of us get back to the main part of the lodge. After calming down a little, I tell them “I’m ready to admit that your dumb little prank may have had a slight whiff of humor to it.” Chris says “Jokemaster!” I tell him to make myself clear, “I said nothing about jokes. I said your prank, which was dumb -“ Chris begins ascending the stairs. Josh walks over to the table to set the flashlight down. I wait at the bottom of the steps with my arms crossed for him.

Josh jokingly, says “Holy crap you were scared. Admit it.” Sternly, I tell him “I was not!” I begin ascending the stairs. Not giving up, he says “Come on, you totally pissed yourself!” Done with the joke, I say “Josh!”

We joined the others upstairs. I go and stand near the fireplace. Josh places his arms around my waist and places a kiss on my right temple. I whisper, trying to hide a smile “I hate you.” Knowing I can’t stay mad at him long, he whispers “No, you don’t.” I lay my cheek on his arm. Ashley walks over to Chris and notices his outfit of choice. She asks in disgust, “What...in god’s name...are you wearing?” Playing along, Chris tells her “I found my true calling.” He makes the sign of the cross in the air. Putting her hands in a praying motion, she tells him, sarcastically “Please tell me you’re going to take a vow of silence.”

Chris moves his mouth without sound. To make him quit the charade, I ask “Okay okay...Did you at least find the thingy?” Chris looks at me and pulls a board out of his robe, “Boi - oi - oi - oing! Here’s our one way ticket to the spirit realm!” Ashley says “Hmmm.”

Josh tells Sam “Sam, we got the boiler up and running. So the hot water should be working.” Grateful, she says “Thank you. I see a hot bath in my crystal ball. So have fun!”

[finnoky]

AU where Quirin takes and raises Eugene after the DK falls

•| Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts |•

Oh you have no idea how much this enables me - I stand by Quirin raising Eugene until the end of time bc it’s what they BOTH deserve

1) Oki so, here we see Eugene taken away as a baby without disclosing an EXACT location — that will not stop Quirin though, who had a stance against cutting him off completely despite it being Edmunds orders [It made sense to send the boy away but to send him to an ORPHANAGE was another story] Quirin finds Eugene a month or so after they get separated, during that time he found a house and a stable farm to raise a kid on [Gotta have an income] and then promptly goes to the orphanage and adopts Eugene.

By then, Eugene’s name has already been changed and frankly... Quirin thinks it suits him, though he occasionally slips up and calls him Horace. He feels a duty to raise the Prince but also kinda has a “My son now” mentality! Disagrees with Edmunds choices + decides... His kingdom is doomed, so he’s gonna ensure Eugene gets a stable upbringing with KNOWLEDGE of the Dark Kingdom without necessarily telling him “Oh BTW you’re the prince”. Being a father is hard and he struggles a lot, esp in early days, it’s a whole new challenge from being a knight but... Not one he really regrets?

Cue some fluff! Knight-dad trying to raise a baby and establish a life in a new country — Over time he grows and becomes Village Leader + Develops a bond with the monarchs based on his knowledge and previous high-rank in society from being a knight! Gets offered a guard position but turns it down in favour of spending time with his toddler son. Eugenes first word is Dada and Quirins never felt so content. Baby fluff of Eugenes milestones — Quirin has Eugene helping on the fields as soon as he can toddle without tripping (tho it’s mostly Eugene playing and running around while Quirin works) Toddler Eugene is a little darling and knows exactly how to use his cuteness to get praise and sweets

2) Eugene starts thievery / acting out soon after Quirin dates and marries Ulla, though it soon become a hobby he usually indulges in with his friend Arnie [though they take on the names of the coolest book characters Flynn Rider and Lance Strongbow!] Quirin thinks it’s just a phase and leans into the whole calling Eugene ‘Flynn’ because... He really loves the books, that’s not too odd? Though he doesn’t know of crimes + just thinks they go out to play a lot. Eugene ignored Ulla for the first few weeks because he doesn’t like the idea of someone new staying around — He doesn’t hate her, it just raises a lot of questions about his mum that Quirin doesn’t know how to answer... He resolved on the explaination that she was very sick and couldn’t take care of him anymore, though loved him dearly — it’s enough to placate him.

Eugene doubles down on stealing when he’s 10 and suddenly there’s gonna be a new baby in the house. [He doesn’t WANT a sibling + worries Quirin will love the baby more than him since he knows he’s adopted & all that though is too scared to ask] Eugene grows an attitude and Quirin finds himself exhausted and constantly caught in petty bickers as Eugene keeps running away + acting up, especially to his wife (Who loves Eugene very much, of course) ‘Flynn’ declares he wants to travel the world and be far away from step-mums and nasty babies, uhhh Domestic fall out stuff?

Things change when baby gets here and suddenly Eugene is a big brother and Quirin is MORE distracted, sometimes they forget to even read him a story and he can’t stand the squirmy little creature... All it does is cry and take what little attention his misbehaviour had earned him... So naturally, petty crime continues + Eugene starts caring less about getting caught, so it becomes more risky. He and Lance befriend some bad influences and start taking Big Kid Crime. It’s fun! Until Eugene is brought home by a guard and Quirin gives him the silent treatment for the next week. Quirin... He loves his sons, both of them, but he just isn’t sure how to handle a distressed 11 year old and a baby, it feels like there’s not enough hours in the day and Eugene is SET on making life harder for everyone.

Eugene stays against ‘Varian’, frequently makes the baby the villain in his games and makes him cry on several occasions. It gets even worse when he starts crawling bc now he can’t get anytime alone, it’s just frustrating! The solution probably comes when Varians starting to talk and he says ‘Oo-gee’ as one of his first words — ‘Lisa’s first word’ style — and Quirin and Ulla admit that Varian is obsessed with Eugene. It’s sorta a wake up call for Eugene to start trying to get along with the kid, and it works! He finds it fun to teach him things & have someone to talk to (even if he just babbles back) By the time Eugene is 12 he’s calling Ulla mum and love spending time with his little brother

3) Right! When Eugene is about 18 he picks up theiving again, mostly because he isn’t suited to the farm life and it’s easy money (Plus how else is he gonna achieve his dream of financial independence?) He moves out the farm under the guise of finding a new life with his best friend, though they quickly realise it’s not amazing when they get tangled up with the Baron + his antics. Eugene visits home every so often and claims everything is fine, it’s going great, he doesn’t need any extra help + his life is just dandy. His dishonesty mostly bc he doesn’t wanna worry Quirin and there’s been a bit of a strain since Ulla passed away.

Life keeps on like this. Eugene ages, steals alchemy supplies for Varian and hides his true income source because he wants to make Quirin and Varian proud! Varian grows up to be more headstrong in what he wants because he has someone standing up for him and telling him he’s proud, though the longer Eugene spends away the harder it gets? He loves it when Eugenes here! But the house feels empty without him, and Quirin is so busy + stressed from Varians experiments that there’s still that desire to do more, prove himself.

4) Movie diverts a bit! Eugene finds out about the hair glow and thinks... If one person knows about this then it’s him, and takes Rapunzel to Old Corona over night rather than a campfire. Varian is ecstatic to see him though gets confused by a random girl Eugene claims to have just found — He’s about to ask questions when Eugene asks if Varian could do his magic thing to find out about her hair. Varian insists it’s alchemy and agrees, dragging Raps down into the lab! Boop gothel talks to her when Varians gathering all the equipment and talks her ear off about how cool Eugene is and asks how they found each other since the story is weird... Experiements start!

Meanwhile Eugene is talking to Quirin, when Quirin pulls out a wanted poster and puts it on the table. He finally found out about how bad Eugenes crimes are and wants answers. Now. Eugene sits and tries to explain its not what it looks like, but Quirin doesn’t wanna hear it. The disappointment is evident and Quirin criticises “I thought you grew out of this, what role model is this for Varian?” Eugene doesn’t have an answer but argues his case that it was to be reliant — and he doesn’t wanna do it anymore anyway! Quirin accuses him of using the girl, while Eugene insists her name is Rapunzel and he’s just helping her, get the crown, be set for life and never have to bother him again.

Their argument is cut short by a Varian coming back upstairs looking frazzled, says there’s something about the magic that’s familiar but he can’t place it — sure is strong tho, and continues gushing and asking Eugene for all the details of what he’s been up to. Eugene... Explains, his usual light-hearted rendition of a great quest, while Quirin leaves and stays upstairs the rest of the night.

Varian sees them off in the morning! Hours after they’re gone Vari is still looking into the magic thing — that’s when he remembers the old legend about a sundrop... about how it saved the Queen... About the Princess. Varian sneaks out the house and heads up to the lantern festival to tell Eugene and Rapunzel his revelation, but he gets there just as Eugene is being lead away by guards. Varian finds Max and tells him how they need to free Eugene + basically... Helps him escape with fewer pub thugs and more alchemy. When they get to the tower Eugene tells Varian to stay on the floor and climbs up to help Raps - Varian stays at the bottom of the tower for approx 10 minutes before finding the back entrance and climbing up. Figure he gets there just as Gothel deages, it’s suddenly and before anyone knows it Varian is the one pushing her out the window bc he saw a stabbed Eugene and put two and two together. Then! Cue New Dream scene, except Varian is sitting on the floor in shock a distance away... After New Dream hug Eugene looks at him and Varian admits that “Ok, magic isn’t that bad”

5) Oh god the series! First off — Raps is closer with Varian in this (that’s becoming a theme...) so doesn’t just throw him out into the blizzard when he comes asking for help. Instead he and Eugene go back to Old Corona together after the storm, Varian isolates himself from guilt + has a tough time dealing with what happened, but he lives in the castle as Eugene starts getting angrier with the king and wants answers for what happened. He’s the one that finds Dark Kingdom stuff and he and Varian work on it together... Eugene has a suspicion he came from the Dark Kingdom so when the rocks start pointing there he’s like dope!

No villain Varian joins them on the trek to the Dark Kingdom + it’s all fun and games, Eugene tries to get more answers from Adira as they travel but she says it’s not her place to say... All he needs to know is the kingdom fell, and everyone was evacuated... She’s almost annoyed as she explains it, then Hector is treble annoyed when he finds out Eugene was raised by QUIRIN since that went against the direct orders... Though Adira defends it and says he was doing his duty of keeping Eugene safe, it’s basically a rift between them that’s confusing until they get to the DK and the revelation happens.

I feel... Moongene could be a thing in this AU? but since I’m running out of points I’ll leave it with Cass taking her canon role! I will point out! when Quirin is freed initially only Varian runs into his arms... Eugene hadn’t really spoken to Quirin properly since their movie fallout & he’s not sure he belongs... Until Quirin holds and arm out to him and pulls him into the hug too (PARALLLELS) and we get a happy reunited family (tho with some issues to work out regarding somethings... they need to rebuild trust, but work on it slowly. Edmund stays ‘Edmund’ to Eugene. He sees Quirin as his father & doesn’t push as much to reconnect with Edmund... Though that makes it easier in a way. There’s less pressure once Edmund understands and they form a friendship, but Quirin is Dad 100% (Sometimes Edmund gets called Dad 2))

[allisonxmoynihan]

illicit affairs ~ a. turcotte

Requested: yes | no

Song: this series is loosely inspired on Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift (you can listen here!) 

Note: okay this is my first time writing in months and i’m kind of scared about it, but please let me know your thoughts, opinions, feedback, whatever! Special thanks to @hockeyhughes11​ for helping me with this and reading it as I wrote, you rock!

Word Count: 2663

“y/n,” his shaky voice whispers hoarsely on the other side of the phone.

“Hey superstar!” you cheer, an inevitable smile fluttering across your lips, as you turn the tv off so you could hear him better, pressing the phone firmly against your ear as if not to miss a thing he says.

You hear a faint scoff in the background, “wanna come over?” he slurs, sending the butterflies racing in your stomach like the low hum of his voice always did.

You slowly release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding in, “not celebrating the big win with the boys? 3 goals and 2 assists and the superstar doesn’t want to party?” You joke with him while scrambling around your apartment searching for your sneakers and hunting for your keys.

You sense him smiling on the other line, “I got other things to attend to tonight, you know that,”

You feel your face grow hot as your breath hitches, “c’mon y/n, i’m dying to see you…” 

~*~

Work was an absolute blur, the grouchy morning rush of commuters flooded the coffee shop and it was nonstop brewing coffee and preparing breakfast sandwiches before they ran out the door to catch a train. You were thankful for the mid morning slump; middle aged women occupying tables and catching up on neighborhood gossip and reminiscing about their sorority days.

You look up from wiping down the espresso machine to see two boys, about your age, standing on the other side of the counter, wide smiles on their faces as they laughed with each other while sneaking glances at the menu.

“Hi, welcome to Aroma Mocha Cafe! What can I get started for you today?” You exclaim, a forced smile overtaking your face.

The dark haired boy steps forward, “hey, can I please get uhhh…” his voice trails off as he looks up at the menu before he looks back down, “uhh, the seasonal iced coffee?”

You smile, “sure thing, our seasonal flavors are lavender vanilla or salted caramel, which one can I get for you?” 

You watch his face as he contemplates which one, “oh, you can’t go wrong with salted caramel!”

“Alright, your total today is going to be $2.57,” The boy quickly takes out a $5 bill and instructs you to keep the change before moving over to the pick-up counter.

As you’re preparing the two drinks for the boys you can’t help but overhear the small fragments of their conversation you can make out.

“Bro, c’mon, just ask for her number,”

“Trev, I said no.”

“You’ve been…. All… you… Alex”

“No”

“I will then”

You put the drinks down in front of them, “enjoy! Napkins and straws are straight ahead by the door,”

As you’re cleaning up your station, the dark haired boy comes back up to the counter and you feel his eyes on you before you look up and smile, “can I get you anything else? Our seasonal scones pair nicely with the coffee,”

“I’m Alex,” he says awkwardly, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets.

You nod slowly, “that’s nice…”

“We should get dinner one day,” he suggests, and when he’s met with your silence and a blank stare he adds, “you know, cuz you’re cool.”

“Oh, um, thanks, but I really can’t,”

Alex nods, looking at the pastry display case for a few minutes, “well can I at least get your number?”

You notice a group of moms, the weekly book club group, walk in the door and head up to the counter. “Alex, I’m really sorry, but it just can’t happen,”

Alex nods, looking back up at the menu, “so, uh, how long you work here?”

One of the book club moms offers you a sympathetic smile as she turns to talk with one of her friends, “Alex, I’m sorry, but we have a lot of customers right now, so if you’re not go-”

“What, am I not a customer?” he interrupts, and you breathe out heavily in annoyance.

“What can I get for you?”

“A date,” he offers with a shy, boyish smile, his dimples becoming apparent.

You sigh, scribbling your number down on a piece of paper, “fine, but only because I want you to leave me alone.”

~*~

Cold, faint rain ricocheted off of the windows of your bedroom as you crawl onto Alex’s lap, his lips nipping at your neck bound to leave marks that you’d have to figure out how to cover the next day. 

His hands slide underneath your sweater and rest gently on your hip, “no one’s home, right?” he whispers, his lips vibrating against your skin.

You rest your hands on his bare chest, feeling his heart pound against the skin, “we’re all alone baby,” you murmur, pressing your lips to his once again.

He effortlessly lifts you up and lays you down on your bed, suddenly towering over you, “you know i scored the game winning goal today” He smiles cockily.

You look into his dark brown eyes, feeling a blush creep over you, “oh and how should we celebrate, superstar?”

He chuckles softly before leaning down and kissing down your jaw, slowly removing your shirt from your body, “i got a few ideas in mind,”

Within seconds he’s on top of you, one hand kneading your breasts, the other slipping underneath your leggings and collecting your wetness. 

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asks, sliding your leggings and panties down your legs as your legs fall open for him and he begins to kiss down your abdomen.

You writhe underneath him and let out a gasp as his tongue licks up your folds. You run your hand through his luscious locks as he picks up his pace and begins to work at your clit. You buck your hips up as you moan out with pleasure.

“So good for me you pretty girl,” he grumbles against your dripping pussy, slipping three fingers into you, his calloused fingers pumping in and out of you. You felt a knot forming in your stomach and knew you were close.

“Alex, please, faster,” you moan, only alex lifts his head and kisses back up your torso before placing a sloppy kiss to your lips, sucking on his fingers. 

“I want you babygirl,” he mumbles as your hands fumble with the zipper on his jeans, helping him slide out of his boxers. Without any warning alex pushes into you, his thrusts harsh and fast. The room is filled with the sound of both your moans, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier. And when you both reach out your highs he slows his pace to drag out your orgasm, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Such a beautiful girl,” he hums, sliding off the bed and redressing before looking over at the clock.

You suddenly feel vulnerable and exposed, bringing your blanket up to cover yourself as Alex approaches the door, “I’ll be seeing you princess,”

You wave sheepishly at the closed bedroom door that he just escaped behind, sighing at how foolish you are, how you would consistently drop everything to be there for him. You think back to the hundreds of other nights spent like this, the two of you having your moment, and him bolting as soon as he decides it’s over leaving no trace behind. 

You sit in your dark room, convinced alex does love you deep down, that he’s different and not the kind of guy that shows up on your doorstep just for sex. But you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that sometimes, you felt as if you were a pawn in his game. 

You think back to your first “date” with him, how you were defiant and didn’t want to go, but how 10 minutes quickly turned into an hour and that hour was suddenly six. He made you feel special, like you were on top of the world, like you could be something more than just a barista in a busy city. You reminisce about the time you and alex once dreamt up a future together: a small cottage in minnesota, three kids running wild in the yard after a long day at the beach. You wipe away tears that happen to fall as you realize what you’ve been trying to fight for months: you were in love with him, and you could only hope that you actually meant something to him.

~*~

The crackling noise of the firewood and the light tunes of your favorite band filled your living room where you and your best friends sat binge watching the latest reality tv episode. You lean forward to grab an oreo off the plate on the coffee table, breaking it in half and eating the side without cream first.

“You know the guy I matched with on tinder the other night?” maddie asks, taking her phone out. You and christine hum in unison.

“So, i was curious and went to look at his instagram, and…” her voice trails off as she scrolls through her phone’s home screen, “here i’ll just show you.” 

You lean back on the sofa, running your hands through your hair, “how bad is it?”

“You really gotta get better taste, if i see one more picture of a guy holding a fish i’m going to lose it,” Christine laughs, grabbing an oreo for herself.

“Oh shit,” maddie whispers

“What?” you and christine ask impatiently

“Hey, uh, y/n, isn’t this the guy from the coffee shop? Mr. I want a date and I refuse to leave this shop until I get your number?” she laughs, and you instantly reach to take her phone from her hands desperate for any opportunity to see him, but when you see the picture your face falls and you can feel the color drain. “It was on my explore page…” maddie adds, reaching for her phone but you turn away continuing to look down at the screen.

There he was. Your superstar. Wide grin, dimples present, his hair still wet and curling loosely at the ends, his button down shirt wrinkled and exposing his upper chest. His arm wrapped tightly around a girl’s tiny waist, her pressing her lips firmly against his cheek, cupping his face in her perfect hands. 

You swallow the lump that formed in your throat, scoffing as you toss maddie her phone back, “so? He was just a normal customer, never even took me on that date he insisted on” you lie, turning your attention back to the tv.

Your mind is racing and the conversation between the other girls is drowned out by the flood of thoughts running through your mind. Alex was so much more than just the coffee shop boy, he meant everything to you, he was the only person that could make you feel whole and complete. You hated being a secret to him especially when he consumed every single one of your thoughts, you wished you could be the girl that meant something to him, the one to wear his jerseys at his games as you cheer him on, the one who goes out with his teammates after a big win, the one who gets to go home with him for the holidays to meet his family and fall in love with them for raising the man of your dreams. But you weren’t that girl. You weren’t her and you never would be her.

Later that night you go to alex’s instagram, and it’s as if you got fifty punches right to the gut all over again. Alex was happy with her. Hannah. That was her name. Alex was happy with hannah. You continue to scroll down his page and see that hannah first appeared on his page six months ago. The two of them pressed up against each other in the dim light of a bar, him leaning down and kissing her cheek. You laugh sadly at how stupid you were thinking that what you had with him was real and that you were anything more than someone to help fill a void. Your phone lights up with an incoming call, alex’s name appearing.

“Hey superstar!” you cheer, forcing a smile.

“Hey you,” he grins, “i was just thinking about you actually, can i come over?”

You say yes without hesitation, and that’s when you realize that you would continue ruining yourself for his sake as long as it meant he was going to stay in your life. You’d do anything to make him stay.

~*~

Work was a hassle, the coffee shop getting slammed with the drop of the holiday drinks, the city streets constantly bustling with tourists and holiday shoppers trying to find the best deals. You were excited to finally have a weekend off to just relax and have no worries. You approach your apartment door and smell the savory aroma of food cooking, and you're confused since you live alone.

You cautiously push open the door, peeking into the kitchen as a smile blossoms on your face. “Alex!” you cheer, running up to hug him as he peppers your face with kisses. 

You pull away from him, setting your bag on the kitchen table, “what are you doing here?”

He turns his attention back to the stove, “well, i know you’ve been stressed with work and school lately, so I thought i’d do something nice for you,”

Your heart swells and you begin to feel all warm and fuzzy, “i don’t deserve you,” 

He laughs, “go change and get comfy, dinner will be ready soon. It’s your favorite and I also brought your favorite movies.”

You smile to yourself as you walk into your bedroom, putting on your pajamas and walking back out to see alex has prepared two identical plates, “ready?” he asks, a boyish smile on his face.

The night is filled with the two of you snuggled into each other’s sides on the couch, laughing at all the same parts of the movies, crying at other parts, making jokes here and there, and planning a getaway trip to a small coastal town. After three movies, and the sun long gone, the soft beat of his heart begins to lull you to sleep.

“You sleepy princess?” he asks softly, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to your bed.

You’re half asleep as he tucks you in and presses a kiss to your forehead, “sleep well baby”

You reach your arms out for him, “you’re not going to stay with me tonight?” your voice is sad, not wanting this picture perfect night to end.

You hear him laugh as he runs his finger up and down your hand, pressing a light kiss to the top of it, “not tonight princess, i’ll call you tomorrow though.”

“Promise?”

“I cross my heart and hope to die,”

“Good,” you mumble, turning over and getting comfortable.

There’s a long silence and you know he’s still in the room since the hallway light is peeking into your room. And you can’t help but fall asleep happy, thinking that life is finally going right and you have the best guy by your side.

“I love you…” 

You hear the floorboards shift under his weight and just like that he’s escaped into the abyss of the night, just like he always does. 

~*~

“So you coming over or what?” he repeats, a harsh undertone suddenly appearing.

You smile, impatiently pressing the elevator button over and over again because it never seems to come quick enough, “uh, yeah, yeah, I’m on my way. I was thinking, we could maybe watch that movie you were talking ab-”

His deep voice cuts you off, his usually kind and patient tone now stern, “we need to talk.”

You stare at your reflection in the elevator door as your face falls, trying to fight the inevitable tears that spring to your eyes, and you just know tonight isn’t going to be like the others.

[jhoudiey]

It’s almost debutante ball time!!! Before that however, Yoru gotta clown on Azul a bit because he deserves it ehehehe. I think so far this may be my favourite Yoru Floyd friendship stuff I’ve written. Full fic under the cut, no warnings, 2330 words

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Azul glared at Yoru and Floyd from across his desk. He’d been angry, though not surprised, when he returned to it after cleaning up their mess and found that they’d left. He’d been foolish to expect either of them to willingly take their punishment. “You two could have caused irreparable damage to the reputation of the lounge the other night, luckily I was able to smooth it over with our classmates in Savanaclaw.” Floyd grinned, swaying slightly on the spot where he stood “So whats the problem then? If there was no damage done we didn’t do anything wrong”

Yoru crossed her arms and grinned “exactly, I don’t know why you’re so mad about it”. Azul stared at the pair of them, having trouble believing that neither of them saw anything wrong with attacking a group of students because Yoru had gotten insulted. He leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath before speaking “Because of your actions, you still need to bear the consequences. Yoru. You will be taking a short break from waitressing until the chatter from your birthday interview dies down. Floyd, your shifts will be doubled until you pay back the cost of the broken tablewear” Yoru chuckled and stretched her arms out in front of her “So you’re saying every time I attack someone I’m going to get a break? I can live with that” she grinned at Azul who frowned “Hey! That’s no fair!” Floyd complained, crossing his arms and puffing out his cheeks. “If Fugu-chan gets time off, I want time off too!” Azul smiled at them both and laughed quietly “Ahhh, I’m afraid I must not have been very clear, Yoru-san. This isn’t a break, merely a break from being here in person. With VDC coming up I need you to do some research for me...” She rolled her eyes and gestured for him to get to the point. “I want information on all the students of NRC… and of RSA and the villagers, if you can get it. There will be many people visiting campus during the event, and I want to know how to maximize our profits with the guests. You’ll use your unique magic and watch what and when everyone is eating and drinking.” Yoru rubbed her eyes, knowing she was in for what guaranteed to be an incredibly boring week. “Anything else? Want me to tell you when and where they’re using the washroom too? When they’re sleeping? Every time they complain about the Octopus bastard asking for completely unreasonable things?” She scowled at him. He tented his fingers in front of his face as he leaned forward and beamed at her. “The more information you can get me, the better. You can go. Floyd, I believe the kitchen needs scrubbing, best you get started” They slumped from the room, both of them muttering about how they got the worse end of the deal. Yoru laughed quietly knowing that Azul didn’t know the extent of what he had asked for, Floyd looked at her curiously “Hey Floyd… how many people do you think are on this island…?” He raised an eyebrow and shrugged at Yoru grinning at him. “I think I can see the whole thing… Azul is going to be pissed” She laughed as she left the lounge. Be careful what you wish for, Azul.

Three days later she returned to the lounge, research under her arm and a grin plastered on her face. She had to avoid Jade and Floyds inquisitive looks at her, knowing if she met their gaze she’d burst out laughing and ruin the effect she hoped to have by surprising Azul while he was busy. As she approached the VIP room she noticed the twins trailing behind her, Jade stepping forward to open the door with them both following behind her to watch Azul’s reaction. He didn’t glance up as she entered, her feet clicking on the floor, a giveaway of who his visitor was. She slammed the papers down on his desk in front of him, breaking his concentration. “Yo-Yoru-san...what the hell is this?” He stared at the messy stack of papers she’d slapped down in front of him. She was having a hard time hiding her amusement “It’s what you asked for. What and when everyone on the island eats or drinks. Hope this is enough!” She smiled at him, waiting for him to break. “...Yoru-san… there must be 1000 pages here…” He deflated before her, rifling through the pages each one full of her tiny cramped writing. “Closer to 1300, actually. It’s been a long 3 days” She struggled to keep her smile genuine, her resolve cracking as Floyd and Jade started laughing. “Do you have any idea how long it’s going to take me to go through all of this?” He looked at her, starting to sound unhinged. She yawned and stretched “I’m sure you’ll have to tell me later. I really should sleep, I made sure to stay awake so I didn’t miss a SINGLE detail” She waved as he began to sputter, Floyd and Jade finally giving themselves over to gales of hysterics. She was just crawling into bed when Floyd climbed in through her window. “Fugu-chan you missed the best part. Azul tried to get some of the other students to organize the information, but Jade told him they’d probably miss important details and he should do it himself to make sure it was done right. I think he started crying, it was really funny”. She curled her arms around her pillow and smiled at him through half closed eyes “Sad I missed it, but I guess I can always make him cry sometime again later” she said through a yawn, settling herself in for a much needed rest. 

“Hey Fugu-chan, you never told me what you were going to wear to that dance at your school. You said we should match, but you never showed me what you got” he said, hopping into bed beside her, helping himself to her other pillow and some of her blanket. Yoru pulled her face out of her pillow and looked at him through tired eyes. She’d completely forgotten about the Debutante Ball and sighed, not remembering that she’d even invited him. “Forget about it, I don’t wanna go anymore...fuck I’ll need to tell Floyd too before I forget” she groaned, pulling herself out of bed, dragging herself to her desk to look for her phone. Floyd sat up in her bed, watching her curiously “Uhhh you just told me? What are you doing over there?” Yoru waved him off “Not you, Floyd Durer from RSA, he was my date last year, I forgot to tell him I didn’t want to go this year” She struggled with her phone for a few moments, not realizing Floyd had gotten out of her bed and was watching her attempt to text from over her shoulder. He snatched the phone out of her hands, enjoying her clumsy attempts to grab it back, tired Yoru wasn’t graceful at all, it was quite endearing. “Well I wanna go to this ball. Jade and Azul are both going so I wanna go too.” Yoru stared up at him, her brain barely processing the conversation, arguing with Floyd without sleep was more difficult than she expected. “I said I don’t want to. I bought my dress last year when I was normal, now I’ll just look stupid in it and there’s no time to get anything else” Floyd squinted at her and crossed his arms. “Hmmmm Fugu-chan you don’t seem like the type to wear a dress. I wanna see!” He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her towards her closet. “Get dressed! Show me, show me!” He pushed her into the closet and retreated to sit down at the head of her head, bouncing slightly in place. She leaned in the door frame of the closet trying to debate with herself if he’d let her sleep sooner if she just agreed. “Fugu-chaaaaaaan hurry up just waiting is getting borrrrriiinnnggggg, do you need help?” She heard Floyd whine from across the room. She sighed, retreating into the closet knowing it would just be easier to cave to his demands.

She slipped the dress on and shook her head, trying to wake herself up. She had bought it when she looked completely human, and had been excited to show off her new body to anyone she could. It was bright teal, sparkly, and had a deep V neckline that nearly reached her navel with two high slits in the skirt that reached to her hips. It was a dress made for a human, not a bird that wanted to be one. She stared at herself in the full length mirror in the back of the closet, it was all wrong. She wasn’t supposed to have the wings jutting from her back. Wasn’t supposed to have sharp and black hands. Wasn’t supposed to have ugly bird feet sprouting from the bottom where her talons clacked against any hard surface they met. The shoes she’d bought to match lay untouched in their box on the shelf to her left. The colour was supposed to draw attention to how human she was… not make the contrast of her hands, feet, and wings all the more stark. “What’s taking so long, did you get stuck?” Floyd complained, popping his head into the closet, finding her lost in the mirror. He frowned and walked up behind her, unsure of what she had been complaining about “heeeeh? Why were you worried, this is fine… though I don’t know how you’re going to dance in this thing without your tits falling out” He said casually, checking her out in the mirror in front of them. She shook her head a little in an attempt to clear it to process what he had said. “I look stupid, my hands and feet stand out too much, nothing matches. It’s like someone shoved a crow into a bag and called it a dress” Floyd rolled his eyes and looked back at her “Match what? You’re not wearing anything else, what is there to match?” she gestured at herself “my feet? My hands? My wings? I bought this expecting to be normal and now I look like a dumb bird pretending everything is fine. I wasn’t supposed to look like this when I bought it!” she was nearly shouting from frustration and exhaustion “Wah wah, always complaining about everything” Floyd mocked, stepping in front of her to block her view from the mirror while simultaneously looking down at her to try and see what she meant about the color clash. 

He sighed and grabbed his magical pen from his jacket pocket, using it to change the colour of her dress. “There, now it blends in better, so stop being so whiny about it Fugu-chan. I’ll make sure to come get you, so don’t run away anywhere. I wanna meet the other Floyd!” He smiled at her before skipping from her closet. She followed him out, incredulous, where the hell did he get the confidence to order her around like that? She turned back into the closet and looked at herself in her dress, Floyd had changed it from it’s bright single colour to a darker teal ombre. The colour it had been was still visible at her neck, but it was nearly black by the time it reached her feet, blending in perfectly with the bird legs she hated so much. She sighed and pulled the dress off, hanging it up carefully before making her way back to bed and collapsing in it, falling asleep immediately. Floyd had checked in on her a few times over the next day and a half making sure she didn’t try and run away before the ball, each time finding she’d barely moved, he was beginning to wonder if she’d even wake up in time. The day of the ball Floyd crawled through the window more carefully than normal, making sure to not mess up his suit before they even arrived. She was finally awake, and from the sounds of it in the shower. He laid down in her bed, waiting for her to be finished, wishing that the dorm beds were as big as hers, it was nice to have all the space to stretch into. He wondered if Jade would mind if he got a bigger bed, even if it would take up half their room. Yoru sighed when she left the bathroom and saw Floyd sprawled out in her bed reading her journal. “Fugu-chaaaaan, hurry up and get dressed, I’m almost done reading this and then I’ll be bored so we should go” She wandered towards her closet drying her hair, Floyd really didn’t understand the concept of privacy. The first time she’d spent the night at Idias she’d tried to take off her shirt before bed and he almost passed out explaining that she had to wear pajamas if she was going to stay over, whereas with Floyd he’d broken into her room while she was nude on several occasions and never batted an eye. She assumed it must have been a side effect from growing up somewhere where no one wore clothes and wondered what that adjustment had been like for all of them when they first came to land. “Nah, we’ll know when it’s time to go...trust me” Floyd raised an eyebrow at her and she sighed, throwing the towel she was using on her hair to the floor before getting dressed. She stared at herself in her dress again, not nearly as confident as she hoped she’d be and slumped her way back to the bathroom to fight with her makeup. 

“Nuggeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeettttttttttttttttttttttt” Crowleys voice rang up the stairs “Let us go have fun at your schoooooool!” Yoru prayed for patience and glanced to Floyd, now sitting up in her bed, loosening his tie with a grimace. “That’s what I meant, I guess it’s time to go”. 

[yayeetsonny]

Knucklehead Moves~USWNT x Baby Reader

Prompt: Similar to the imagine “Skateboarding Shenanigans” baby r gets hurt and faints... 

Requested by: @laikato​

Y/N PRO//

My name is Y/N L/N and I have 22 “moms”and sisters. Now I know what you’re thinking “22 of them? How?” Well you see I’m the youngest player on the USWNT at 16 years old, and as such the older players feel the need to be protective and parental in every situation and the younger ones are treated much the same way that I am. I’m sure if they had it their way I’d be wrapped in bubble wrap and carried around 24/7. They’re always saying how I’m “ the clumsiest kid they know.” and a “knucklehead” when it comes to doing anything that doesn’t involve kicking around a soccer ball. I wholeheartedly disagree but they’ll hear nothing of it. Speaking of the team, they’re picking me up from the airport any minute now. 

“Y/N!”

I turned around to see all of my teammates running towards me, breaking into a run myself I met them halfway.

“Hey guys!”

“Short stack! How you been?”

“Kiddo! We missed you!”

“You’ve grown since we saw you last!”

I continued to be greeted like that and made sure to give everyone a hug.

“I haven’t grown that much!” I playfully rolled my eyes

“Yes you have.” They all said

After we finished our Hello’s and got my bag from the luggage claim we split into groups and made our way to the hotel we were staying at for this camp. I was in a car with Alex, Tobin, Kelley, Morgan, and Megan.

“So kid, how’s school?” Tobin asked.

‘it’s good. I’m passing all my classes and I nailed my history test last week.”

“That’s awesome! Good job bub.” Christen said

“Thanks.”

“Any accidents?” Megan said smirking at me.

“U-um, no. No accidents.” I fidgeted in my seat.

“Mhm. How many?”

“3.”

“How bad.”

“Only ever a 4 or less.”

“A 4 on your scale is a 7 on anyone else’s scale.”

“Is not!”

“Right, well what about that time you injured yourself after you fell down a flight of stairs and then said “It’s only a 4.”?” Alex asked 

Everyone else gave me a knowing look while chuckling at the offended look on my face.

“It was!”

“Okay, okay. Settle down. We’re only teasing.” Morgan said

“in all seriousness though, you have got to be more careful Y/N.”

I just rolled my eyes playfully at them as we pulled up to the hotel. When we got out Megan was determined to carry my bag for me.

“Pinoe I can carry my stuff.” 

“I know but I just want to be helpful.”

“Well, thank you.”

“Anytime.”

“Besides kiddo, I wanted to carry you.” Alex said taking me by surprise and picking me up and all but cradling me.

“Alexxx. I’m a big girl, I can walk.”

“Just let it happen Y/N.” Tobin laughed

“Ugh, fineee.”

When we got into the lobby to find out room assignments Alex finally put me down, with a pat to my butt and told me to “Stay close.”

“Yes mom.” I said jokingly.

I took off in the direction Morgan had gone and caught up with her, Mal, Lindsey, Sam, Emily, Tierna and Rose.

“Hey guys!”

“Hey Y/N! You ready for camp?” Sam asked

“Oh yeah, definitely.”

“You ready for all the pranks we are gonna pull?”

“Yeah Sonny, I am. What are you guys thinking?” I giggled

“Well what about the good ol’ water bucket above the door trick?”

“Nah, that’s such an amateur move.” Lindsey said

“Ooo, what if we switched the water with… flour?” Mal said

“That sounds like quite the mess but that’s what we’re known for. I’m in.” Sam said

“Me too.”

“Me three.”

“Are you guys sure that’s a good idea? You know how the girls are about their hair.” I said hesitantly

“Aw, come on Y/n. Don’t be a chicken.” 

“I just don’t want the others to kill us.”

“Why would we kill you?” Carli asked coming out of nowhere.

“No reason!” We all said

“Mhm. What’re you hooligans planning?”

“Wha- why would you think we were planning anything?” I said nervously

“Well, for starters I’m talking to the youngest players on this team and every time we come to camp someone always ends up either getting their hair dyed or with itching powder in their underwear and it’s always traced back to one of you.” She said, giving us a look.

“Oh would you look at that, it’s time to go up to our rooms. Come on Y/N, you’re rooming with me!” Lindsey said, grabbing my hand and dragging me away.

“Thanks a lot guys!” Morgan called after us as we ran away.

“Lindsey, Y/n, walk!” Alex scolded as we passed her.

“Yes mom!” We replied

We made it up to our room and decided to do rock paper scissors for the bed closes to the bathroom. I won of course. 

“We have today off to settle in right?” I asked

“Yeah, why?”

“You wanna see if the others wanna go to a park for a little 4v4?” 

“Yeah!”

I texted the group I had with the other “Youngins” and told them to meet us down stairs in 5 to go to the park. They all agreed and said they would get a ball from the coaching staff. I texted the group I was in with the veterans and let them know where I was going, with who and that we’d be back soon. I received several

“Be safe.” 

“Make sure to wear your sweater, it’s chilly.” And 

“Be careful, don’t get hurt.” Texts. Moms I swear, always thinking it’s chilly.

I was pretty certain I wasn’t going to get hurt and that I didn’t need a sweater but I replied and promised that I’d wear one and that I would be careful. The girls and I met in the lobby and made our way to a park that we knew was nearby. 

The 4v4 started out pretty smoothly, It was me, Lindsey, Tirena, and Sam on one team and Mal, Rose, Emily and Morgan on the other. My team was down by 2 but I knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Sam crossed the ball to me and I went to head it passed Morgan.

 What happened next was like one of those freak accidents that if I had shifted my body even an inch away or had been a second earlier or later it wouldn’t have happened. Emily kicked her foot out to clear the ball away and instead made contact with my forehead. I hit the turf with a deafening thud and stayed down in a heap. Getting kicked in the head is just as nasty as it sounds. I could definitely feel blood gushing from my head.

“Y/N! Oh, shit! I’m so so sorry. I was only ever aiming for the ball I swear!” 

Emily was the first to reach me the others close behind. Her and Sam turned me over to look at my head and gasped when they saw the blood

“Moms are gonna kill us!” Emily said

“Nu uh, Emily they are gonna kill you.”

 “Who cares who they’re gonna kill! We have to do something!”

Mal and Morgan set to work, Morgan texting Abby and telling her what happened, making her swear not to tell until we at least made it look like I wasn’t dying and Mal taking her shirt off and pressing it to my forehead to stop the blood. Rose was doing her best to calm Emily who was distraught and Tierna was doing the same for Sam. 

“How you feeling Y/N?” Mal asked 

“Like I got kicked in the head.” I replied

“We’re gonna take you back to the hotel and have the medical staff stitch you up.”

“How are we gonna get passed all the vets?”

“uhhh… Not a clue.” Rose said

“We’re gonna be in so much trouble.”

After they were finally able to make the bleeding stop just enough to get me up and help me back to the hotel, we sent Morgan ahead to see if the coast was clear. When she signaled to us that it was we made our way in and quickly headed to see the medical staff. The others surrounded me so that I was hidden from any curious onlookers

“What seems to be the problem ladies?” Dawn asked

“Uhh, well… Y/N sorta got kicked in the head during a 4v4 in the park.” Emily said, moving aside to show Dawn.

Dawn just shook her head, said something like “of course she did.” And told me to sit on the table so the medics could stitch me up.

“You know the others will want to know what happened, right?”

“Dawn, please don’t tell them. I will, but not yet.”

She gave me an unimpressed look but agreed none the less.

“Geez kid, you’re always getting hurt.” The medic chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

They finished the stitches and told me how to take care of them and sent us all on our way. The girls did the same thing they did last time in case we ran into the girls, this time I had my hood up to cover my wound.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” Ashlyn asked, coming up to us.

“Nothing!” We all said.

“Okay, what are you guys hiding?”

“Nothing. We gotta go though, bye Ash.” I said before I pushed Emily and Lindsey forward so they would start running.

Ashlyn PRO//

“Those kids are definitely hiding something.” I thought, shaking my head and walking back to my room with Ali.

“Hey babe?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you noticed the youngins acting weird lately?”

“No, why?”

“I dunno, it’s just that they were walking all tightly together and whispering about something and when I asked them what was up they all were acting weird. Especially Y/N.”

“Hmm, I’ll text Alex to see if she can get them to talk about it.”

She sent her a text and received a reply saying that she would wait in Y/N and Lindsey’s room, after asking the staff for an extra key and that she would let us know. 

“I hope they’re okay.”

“I’m sure they are, they probably just set up a messy prank again.” I shrugged.

Alex PRO//

After tricking the receptionist into giving me a key to Y/N and Lindsey’s room, I decided to just wait on Y/N’s bed. I would see what was really going on. I felt like I had been waiting forever when the door opened and all the young players on the team made their way inside.

“Well here’s what we’re not gonna do…”

They didn’t even seem to notice me yet, talking among themselves. Emily was the first to spot me, and when she did I saw all the color drain from her face.

“A-Alex?”

“Alex? What about her?” Morgan asked still not looking in the direction of the bed. Emily stopped her in her tracks and pointed to where I was sitting. Everyone else finally saw me and much like Emily they looked scared. 

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. Is there something you guys want to tell me?” I said sternly

“W-well… you see… what had happened was-”

I cut her off when I saw Y/N was swaying on her feet and holding her head. She looked like she was going to pass out.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” I asked jumping up and going to her.

“I-I…” 

She didn’t get to finish because she fainted, I was able to catch her and hold her up with ease. My focus then shifted to the seven guilty players standing timidly by the door.

“Explanation. Now.” I growled

“I kicked Her in the head! I’m sorry!” Emily cried

“YOU WHAT?”

I picked Y/N up and carried her over to the bed where I laid her head gently on the pillow.

“Someone go get a cold wash cloth and someone call Christen, Ali and Ashlyn. Now.”

They all immediately started scrambling to do what I said and I could tell they were even more scared than before.

“I can’t believe none of you thought to tell us. Completely irresponsible. Does any one else know about this?” 

I gasped when I removed her hoodie and saw the stitches.

“We went to Dawn when we got back and we begged her not to tell. And we texted Abby right after it happened but same thing.” Mal said

Dammit Dawn.

“Tell Abby to get her ass in here, right now.” 

I took the cold rag from Emily and pressed it gently to Y/N’s cheek, neck and then being extra careful around her stitches, pressed it to her head.

“Y/N, open your eyes baby. You’re okay. Please open your eyes.” 

She slowly started to open her eyes, looking around wildly before trying to sit up.

“Wha- where am I?”

“You’re in your room baby. Take it easy, you need to lay down.” I cooed

She kept trying to sit up but I gently pushed her back down every time.

“Shh, it’s okay.”

Knocking sounded from the door and Rose went to answer it.

“Hey Al, what’s the- ”

“Oh my god, what happened?” Christen exclaimed.

“Emily kicked Y/N in the head.”

“You what?!” The newcomers yelled

“And Abby knew about it this whole time.”

“You knew?! Why didn’t you tell us?!”

“Ow, guys cool it with the yelling.” Y/N whined

“Sorry babe.” Ali said

“Sorry, kid. Our bad.” Ash said.

“I said I was sorry! It was an accident, I swear!”

“I swore I wouldn’t tell!”

“Guys, seriously.”

“Sorry, we’ll be quiet.”

“How the fuck did you manage to kick her?”

“We were playing a 4v4 game and when she went to head the ball passed Morgan I went to kick it out and got her forehead instead.”

“Jesus.” Ali said rubbing her temples.

“It was an accident?” I asked

“Completely.”

“You’re all grounded.” Christen said.

“What? that’s not fair!”

“ Actually it’s completely fair. You need to be careful and I know it was an accident but what you did was reckless and someone got hurt, and you hid it from us and we only found out after Y/N passed out.” I said leaving no room for argument

“What about Y/N? Why isn’t she grounded?” Tierna whined

“She’s hurt and I think that’s punishment enough.” Ashlyn said

“We’ll be with her 24/7 from now on anyways.” I added

“mmm… Nooooo” Y/N whined.

“it’s for your own good, kiddo.”

Later we told the whole team what happened and to say they weren’t please was an understatement. I had to talk Kelley down from kicking Sonnett’s ass and Becky had to convince Megan to switch rooms with her so she wouldn’t kill Morgan. The same could be said for the others. They understood that it was an accident but they hated that the girls hid it from us.

“How is she?” Kelley asked, having come over to check on our youngest teammate

“She could be better, she’s still groggy but she’s better than she was.” I shrugged

“What are we gonna do with her?”

“I vote bubble wrap.” Christen said

“I second that.” Tobin said

“Guys, that’s a little extreme don’t you think?” Ali chuckled

“She’s such a knucklehead though. She hid a pretty nasty injury from us. It’d be a way to make sure she’s safe.” Ashlyn chimed in

“Mmm, no. Ali is right. We’ll just have to keep a closer eye on her from now on.”

“I can take care of myself.” She mumbled, starting to wake up.

“We’re sure you can bub, but after today and at least for a little while we’re going to be hovering and babying you more than usual.” Chris said

“Ugh. Whatever.” She grumbled

We chuckled at her but we knew she would appreciate it anyways and that she secretly loved it when we babied her. 

She definitely was a piece of work sometimes and she kept us on our toes but we loved her more than anything and would always be there to help her when she was down.

//

Sorry for any mistakes

-N

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:Sex Talk

Erik is into a lot of verbal talk during sex but his girl is too shy and embarrassed to do it so she moans instead. Erik has an idea to help break her out of her shell.

Warnings: SMUT, Verbal Kink.

Erik was currently trying to break his girls vocal walls down just like he was breaking down her vaginal walls. He hadn’t seen his bae all day and he knew she missed him just as much because of the constant text messages she sent him throughout the day while she was at work. If she could be so expressive through text message about missing him the least she could do while he has her bent over the edge of the bed with her scrub bottoms and panties down and around her ankles, and scrub top and bra pushed up to her neck was tell him how good his dick felt in her guts.

Sure, Erik knew that she felt amazing. The way her pussy creamed and leaked on his dick, Erik knew his girl was loving his fat dick deep inside of her. Then, her angelic moans that filled his ears and pushed him harder and harder to make her cum first before he did. Erik was so horny for her that he didn’t even let her take a shower, eat dinner, and rest her legs. No, he needed that puss now. Erik waited on the couch for her after beating his well-oiled dick through his briefs to some porn. That wasn’t enough for him.

Erik grips the sides of her hips, pulling her back on his dick. She reached both of her hands out in front of her, gripping the sheets. Her thighs shook and her knees buckled beneath him. Erik grunts, lifting her entire body up on the bed, arching her back to the point that it was almost painful, and delivered intense strokes to her pussy.

“You love Daddy’s fat dick in this wet fucking pussy? Daddy’s big-fat-fucking-dick?”

“Mmmmhhh, Umph, uhhhhh,” She moans in response, hiding her face on the bed.

“I thought I asked you a question, ma?” Erik rubs her clit from behind, “Tell Daddy how good this dick feeling. I know it feels good, baby, I just want you to tell me how good. Talk nasty to Daddy.”

“Mmm mmm,” She shakes her head no, eyes closed and lips parting when Erik pulls his dick out slowly to the tip before ramming it back in, almost snapping her back in two halves.

“She making a mess on me, girl. You don’t wanna tell Daddy how much of a big-fucking-mess she’s making on me? Huh?”

She shakes her head. Erik rolls his eyes before slapping both of her ass cheeks roughly, going back to plundering inside of her wet pussy at a rapid pace. At this point, her moans were high pitched screams. She looked back at her ass with a deep frown on her face, not exactly meeting Erik’s eyes. That look on her face made his dick swell inside of her.

“Look at that wet-little-pussy wrapped around my big-black-dick. Yeah, baby, get you some of this dick baby, oooo, baby, cum on this big dick. Bust a nut while you’re wrapped around all this meat stuffing this hungry little pussy.”

“Mmm! Ahhhhh! Ahhhh!” She moans.

“Tell Daddy how much you want him to spill all this fucking-cum in this tight-fucking-pussy,” Erik slaps her ass, “Tell me...fuck, girl.”

“Mmm mmm!” She shakes her head again, teeth sinking into her lower lip, “Ahhhhh!”

“You sound so goddamn beautiful when you moan but you would sound even better opening that pretty mouth and telling your Daddy how much he makes this little pussy feel good.”

She lost it after that. She squeezed Erik’s thick dick with the walls of her pussy, orgasming with a sharp ear splitting moan that had her splashing with the amount of liquid that came from her pussy. She is a heavy squirter but Erik needed to be inside of her so bad that he forgot to lay down a towel or two. Erik’s dick looked like it was slabbed in oil from how shiny it was from her pussy.

“Damn, you got this dick glistening girl from all that wet-wet,” Erik flips his girl over, bringing her legs back, using his toned hips to push his dick back inside. It slid right in. Her eyes closed and her head extended back. Erik began to pound her again, his eyes staring from her face, to her bouncing titties, to how much her smooth, wet, tight pussy took all of him. Erik was fascinated by the way her pretty pink puss stretched to accommodate his girth and length.

“Mmm, baby, yessss. I got these legs all the way back so Daddy can have this pussy all to himself. You feel how deep Daddy going, girl? Can Daddy keep fucking you deep so I can bust a nut?”

“Umph,” tears rolled down her face.

Erik frowns, reaching out to grab her neck, “Still not talking to me? What Daddy tell you about that, huh?”

She sucked in air through her teeth when Erik’s dick hit her G spot.

“Not even when I fuck it like this,” Erik pushes her legs further back, his dick sinking deeper and his heavy balls hitting her ass. She places her hand on his chest trying her best to slow him down but Erik was in the zone, aiming to make her scream his name or tell him how Daddy’s dick makes her pussy feel so good.

“Oh, fuck, mmm, I’m gonna cum real deep in this pussy, make sure your shit is filled up, FUCK, this wet-tight-pussy, ughhh, shit, damn, this good-fucking-pussy-oh, shit, baby.”

Erik could feel his dick shoot off like a fucking rocket in her pussy. All of his cum spurted out inside of her tightness.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Erik kept saying over and over again while stroking her to empty himself.

“Mmmm,” She lifted her head from the bed, eyes staring down, watching as Erik slowing pulls his dick out. Once his fat tip left her pussy, some of his cum followed and formed a tiny puddle beneath her.

“Damn,” Erik spreads her pussy open, “You a real cream pie, baby girl.”

She blinks her eyes up at him before whimpering when Erik started rubbing her clit.

“Mmm, that clit feel nice and hard?”

“Ahhhhh, ooooo.” She moans again.

“This pussy pretty and phat...you want Daddy to make that pussy cum? You want Daddy to put his lips around that clit and suck it good until you cum in my fucking mouth?”

“Mmmmm, Umph,” She tried to close her legs but Erik held them open.

“You gon’ open that mouth and talk to me. Daddy is so disappointed in you.”

His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking it back and forth while her hand rested on the back of his head. She began to lift her hips up into his mouth while his full lips pulled on her clit. She loved it when Erik sucked all over her pussy. He loved it just as much. Erik adores her pussy. He could go down on her for hours. If only she would talk him through it, saying things like:

Daddy, please, keep eating my pussy.

Fuck, that feels so good. I love it when you suck me

Damn, baby, mmm, keep doing it like that

Make me cum, Daddy.

Erik has to imagine her saying those things. He was envisioning them currently while he ate her pussy out. She moans and whimpers with need. A slight mumble of words came from her mouth, Erik’s lips popping off her clit to stare at her. His heart quickened when he heard what sounded like words of pleasure roll off her tongue.

“Did you say something, baby?” Erik rubs her clit, “Did you finally tell Daddy how good you feel?”

“N-no,” She shook her head, her eyes dropping low from Erik’s fingers rubbing her clit.

“Leniza,” That was his girls name, “Talk to me, baby, please, I just want you to talk nasty to Daddy so damn bad. I wanna here that pretty voice talking nasty to me.”

Her mouth opened but no words came out. She did cum all over Erik’s fingers however. Erik clenches his jaw, moving his hands from her pussy frustratingly, and bringing them to her mouth.

“Suck your mess off of my fingers. You make a mess all over me, you clean it off,” Erik commanded in a gruff tone that has her lifting from the bed to clean her juices off of him.

“Mmm, that tongue, baby, Daddy love that tongue. I bet that tongue would feel really good gliding down my dick,” Erik pulled his fingers out of Leniza’s mouth, bringing his wet fingers down to rub her left nipple. He could feel it growing hard so Erik twirls it.

“Mmm-“ Leniza hums with pleasure, her hips bucking with need.

“You want some more of me in that pretty pussy you gotta beg for it, baby girl.”

“Umph,” She moans, taking Erik’s hand by the wrist dragging it back down to her pussy again. Erik tilts his head down at her before slapping her pussy lips causing them to sting. Leniza closes her thighs, falling back to the bed.

“I said TELL ME what you want not SHOW ME, Leniza. We gotta work on that, baby girl, but you’re lucky I want some more pussy.”

Erik drags Leniza’s legs towards the edge of the bed before spreading her wider, “See, I know you’re thinking some nasty shit in that beautiful brain of yours. I don’t know why you keep holding back from Daddy. It’s just me and you, ma, ain’t no body else here.”

“Sorry,” Leniza’s eyes roll shut from Erik’s dick filling her up again, “I-I just-uhhhhh!!!!”

“Fuck! I fucking love this pussy,” Erik leans forward to kiss Leniza on the lips. At this point, he was so caught up with the way she felt wrapped around him so nice and warm that he didn’t bother to make her talk nasty to him. In the end, her good pussy always vanquished him.

“Shit, baby, shitttt, I’m about to cum already and I ain’t been in this good-fucking-pussy for long!”

Erik could feel his hips moving back and forth quickly and he could feel his dick repeatedly sinking into Leniza’s wet cunt but his mind wasn’t there. Erik was so lost in the way her pussy makes him feel that his body took over like he didn’t have any willpower.

“Uhhh!!!! Umph!!!! Ummmmm!” Leniza could feel her pussy spread wider and then Erik’s load gushed out of his dick. Leniza’s pussy convulsed around him, her orgasm following him as she squirts on his dick.

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One Nights Later:

Erik has his “Freaky” playlist playing some of the best music. Freshly showered, Erik is dressed in a pair of royal blue basketball shorts with no briefs, bare chest, and a gold chain hanging from his neck with his fathers ring. He was currently pouring some Hennessy into a few crystal shot glasses from a set that Leniza gifted him for his birthday. Two pre-rolled blunts sat on the nightstand and a warm bath was already set up for Leniza when she got home. He talked to her about ten minutes prior and she told him that she is on her way home. Tonight was going to be the night that his girl opened up more to him. Erik is determined to make her talk nasty. He knows his girl is shy but not completely shy. If she could moan and fuck him like she does she can have sex talk.

Erik could hear the alarm going off, signaling that Leniza is home. Erik lowers the volume on his phone at the exact moment that Leniza walks into the bedroom. Flustered, thick curly hair up in a bun, baggy OR scrubs on her petite body, and the nursing shoes that Erik purchased for her when she finished school to become an OR Nurse. Leniza drops her work bag, unzipping her Patagonia jacket and kicking off her shoes that made her two inches taller. Leniza’s oval-shaped mocha eyes scanned the room before landing on Erik. She smiles that smile that had him hooked on her from the beginning, walking up to him, crawling on the bed, and leaning forward to give him a big kiss.

“Sorry if my breath smells like pretzels and sweet peppers. I had some with my Subway sandwich on my way home.”

“It’s all good, baby,” Erik kissed her again, “I like it salty and sweet.”

“Mmm,” she hums before rubbing Erik’s scruffy facial hair, “What the hell is all this babe? You got the Chakra Inscense burning, lights low, music playing-“

“And a bath waiting for you too,” Erik says with a smirk, “I just want my baby to relax and de-stress because I know you had another stressful day today. I can see it on my baby face.”

“Yes, another long day with two OR cases that took forever,” Leniza spots the two shot glasses and blunts on the nightstand, “Baby? What kind of party are we having tonight that involves blunts and drinks?”

“Don’t worry about all of that right now,” Erik kisses Leniza’s neck, “That water gon’ get cold if you don’t take your midget ass in there.”

“Shut up, I am not a midget-“

“Okay then, munchkin-“

“No!” Leniza laughs, “You’re so stupid.”

Leniza lifts from the bed, taking off her scrubs, “A bath sounds nice. I was just going to take a quick shower and jump in the bed.”

“Nah, I need you nice and relaxed, ma. I bet your muscles are all tense too.”

“They are,” Leniza squeezes the side of her neck because that’s where she felt most tense.

“Then come on, get in that bath sexy.”

Erik watches Leniza remove her bra and panties. Fully naked, beautiful brown body tantalizing in the low lighting, Erik sat back on his elbows admiring her frame as his dick grew in his shorts. It was at full length, Erik knew this because it was hitting him on his inner thigh. His dick has a heart beat of its own the way it throbbed.

“Need some help up in there, girl?” Erik’s eyes focused on Leniza’s petite hips and bubble booty swaying back and forth as she walked into the bathroom.

“That’s okay, baby, you’ve already done enough, and oh! You have the rose peddles in the bath too! Gosh, babe, you really pamper me!”

“Cus’ you’re my baby, that’s why.”

Erik couldn’t see her any longer since the tub was further inside of the bathroom but he could hear her entering the tub. The squeaky sound of the tub against her body, the water splashing as she lowers herself inside, the satisfying moan and that little giggle of pleasure followed by the softest sigh to ever escape her lips. Erik pulls down the waist band of his shorts, hand wrapping around his dick covered in coconut oil, pulling on it up and down. Erik bites his lip, laying his body back fully, staring down the valley of his chiseled body at all his ten inches standing straight up like a fuck-stick ready to be used for Leniza’s pleasure.

Erik envisioned her walking between his legs still soaking wet, dropping that towel, her oval-shaped eyes that reminded him of a feline focused on his face as she climbed on top to squat over him. He could feel her dainty hand wrapping around his shaft with difficulty. He could see her lining herself up with the tip of his fat dick before sinking down gently. He could here her say:

Daddy, I have to go really really slow because there is so much dick and my little pussy can’t take it all at once.

Erik ran his hands down his face. He figured he could bust a nut before she came back in. Erik lifts from the bed, grabbing Leniza’s panties from the floor, and walking back over to the bed. Erik rests her panties on his face. His balls jumped and almost retracted into his body. Jesus...she smelled amazing. Erik loved her natural scent. His eyes damn near rolled back into his head. He started pumping his dick, the sound of his oiled flesh rubbing against the palm of his hand filling the room. The music was still set low, Miguel- Sure thing playing out while he pleased himself.

You could bet that

Never gotta sweat that

You could bet that

Never gotta sweat that

You could bet that

Never gotta sweat that

You could bet that

Never gotta sweat that

Be the lover, I'll be the fighter baby

If I'm the blunt, you could be the lighter babe

Fire it up!

Writer baby, you could be the quote

If I'm the lyric baby, you could be the note, record that

Saint I'm a sinner, prize I'm a winner and it's you

What did I do to deserve that

Paper baby, I'll be the pen

Say that I'm the one, cause you are a ten...

“Fu-uuckkk,” Erik stops, clenching his fists. His dick was ready to bust already. He slaps his dick with a bite of his lip before grabbing it tightly again, stroking it like he never stopped.

“Yes, baby, fuck yes, come get this dick, talk nasty to Daddy, tell Daddy how good this dick is, DONT fucking stop, baby.”

“Baby, did you say something?!” Leniza yells out to him with her candy-coated voice.

“Nah, love,” Erik slows down, “You okay? Want me to come in there to keep you company?”

“Mm, mm, you don’t have to. I’m about to get out in a few anyway,” Leniza slid lower in the tub. Erik could hear her butt gliding across the bathtub.

“Hmm, okay, baby. Just let me know and I’ll be in there to lick that bath water from your skin,” Erik rubs the wet spot in Leniza’s panties with his thumb. That caused him to moan her name.

“Baby,” Leniza giggles, “You are too much. I’m about to get out, let me just rub down with my body butter first and then I’ll be there to see what you have up your damn sleeve.”

“Damn.” He whispers.

Erik loves that mango and papaya butter on her skin. She smelled so sweet and tropical and it made her skin feel so soft.

“Done! I’m so clean and relaxed! Thanks baby!”

“Anytime, love,” Erik swings his dick back and forth, “I love you, baby.”

“Love you too, muah!!” She gave him an air kiss.

“Muah, muah, baby,” Erik jerks his dick fast while squeezing his nuts. His lips parted and his dark eyes watched his movements. A crease formed on his brow and his lips turned up into a sexy mug, Erik constantly saying fuck fuck fuck with a whisper before ropes of thick creamy cum erupted from the tip of his dick and down his shaft to his balls.

“GODDAMN.” Erik says through clenched teeth, “All this mess you got me making,” Erik spoke quietly before grabbing her panties to clean himself off. Standing, dick still out and bobbing up and down, Erik grabs her clothes to place them inside of the laundry basket to wash tomorrow. That nut made the need for Leniza even stronger. Erik places his still hard dick that now tents the front of his shorts back into hiding. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed again, turning up the music some more. Usher-trading places was on.

Now we gonna do this thing a lil' different tonight

You gon' come over and pick me up in your ride...

“Hey, Baby,” Leniza walks out with her body rubbed down in that mango and papaya body butter Erik loves. She places it on the dresser, staring at her reflection in the mirror while pulling all of her slightly wet curly hair into another bun that is much neater than the bun that she wore when she came home.

You gon' knock and then you gon' wait

Oh you gon' take me on a date

You gonna open my door and I'ma reach over and open yours

Gon' pay for dinner take me to see a movie

“And whisper in my ear I bet you really wanna do me,” she sang with a sway of her naked hips. Erik watched her do her thing, the urge to touch her and bend her over that dresser causing his heart to race. He picks up one of the rolled blunts on the night stand, firing it up with his lighter, before taking a hit. The smoke billowed from his mouth, clouding his view of Leniza’s nude body.

Girl now take me home and get up in my Benz

Pour me up a shot and force me to the bed

I'm always on the top tonight I'm on the bottom

Cause we trading places

When I cant take no more, tell me you ain't stopping

'Cause we trading places

Now put it on me baby till I say Oooo weee

And tell me to shut up before the neighbors hear me

This is how it feels when you do it like me

We're trading places

“Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it,” Erik starts singing with Leniza, both of them having their own concert.

“Okay, baby, what is all this about?” Leniza opens the top drawer on her side of the dresser to find her a long T-shirt to wear.

“Forget getting dressed, come here.”

Leniza looks at Erik through the mirror before smiling with a shake of her head, abandoning her search for night wear, walking over to her man completely naked and buttered down. Leniza stood between Erik’s legs, one of his arms reaching out to wrap around her waist to pull her closer to him. His nose rubbed against her skin, smelling her, before he takes his teeth to nibble on her stomach. Leniza giggles, moving her stomach away from Erik since it tickled her. Erik rolls his lips together since they were covered in the butter she has on her skin before picking up a single shot glass, handing it over to her. Leniza takes the shot glass with a perplexed expression on her face.

“Don’t look at me like that, girl, I want you to take this shot with me.”

“Okay,” she giggles, keeping her shot glass in hand, waiting for Erik to grab his. Once his own shot was in his hand, they both made a toast, some of the Hennessy spilling over the rim of both of their glasses before throwing it back at the same time. She squeezed her eyes shut before smacking her lips, leading to Erik laughing at her.

Leniza coughs, “This shit is, whew!”

“Be a soldier like your Daddy,” Erik jokes.

Leniza makes a yuck face before placing her glass back on the nightstand, “okay, so what’s going on? What do you want, Erik?”

“I want you to talk to me,” Erik picks up his blunt with his eyes focusing on hers.

“Talk to you about what? What do you want to know?” She asks with a soft spoken voice.

Erik took a few puffs of his blunt before he placed it in the ashtray to rest. He licks his lips, both of his arms pulling Leniza closer, her breasts practically in his face. She raises a single arched brow down at him with her fingers on the back of his neck.

“I want to know how I make that body feel when I’m deep in that pussy feeding you this dick,” Erik says while running his hands up and down her sides then giving them a gentle but firm squeeze. Leniza rolls her eyes and sucks her teeth because she knows what he wants. She’s kind of over the entire conversation but at the same time she also acknowledges that this is a true desire of his.

“You know how I feel about that, E, I don’t know what to say-“

“All I want to know is how you feel in the moment. You’re thinking too deep into this-“

“But what if I say something weird or my voice sounds funny I’ll be so fucking embarrassed-“

“It’s just you and me. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. I just want to hear that I’m making you feel as good as your making me. I tell you exactly how you make me feel when I’m balls deep in that pussy and she gripping my shit like she don’t want to let me go. I just want to hear your sexy ass voice tell me what I already know. It just makes it better. So, I want to play a game with you.”

“A game?” Leniza looks down at Erik with a wary expression.

“Yes, a game, and if you win I’ll make you cum.”

Leniza fiddles with her fingers while staring down at Erik’s chest, “And what if I lose?”

Erik smirks with a single deep dimple, “That’s not going to be good for you sweetheart. Remember the last time you made Daddy upset?”

How could Leniza forget. She was orgasm deprived. Erik would edge her all damn day and she couldn’t cum. All of that because they got into an argument over something stupid around his friends and she was being a brat towards him the entire night. Leniza never did that again.

“Okay...so...how do I win?”

“Here are the rules,” Erik pulls Leniza in his lap, “this is going to be a two part game. First, I’ll start since I know you aren’t comfortable and then we’ll switch.”

Erik pauses, reaching out towards the night stand to pour them both another shot. Leniza takes in a deep breath to prepare herself for some more Hennessy. Erik passes her the shot glass with a smirk on his face. Leniza challenges him with a smirk of her own before they both downed their second shot of the night. Erik then picks up his blunt, relighting it with Leniza watching him. The Hennessy was already kicking in. Her limbs felt more free and she was starting to have the giggles. Erik kept his gaze on her while smoking his blunt, taking a long pull from it before blowing smoke into Leniza’s face.

“Seriously! You’re an asshole,” Leniza says while fanning the smoke from her face. This was her man, Erik can indeed be an asshole. Definitely not the type of guy Leniza was used to.

“Hmm, that’s how I made you feel? I made you want to call me a name?” He started talking in that low deep voice, lust in his eyes while he stared her dead in her eyes while taking another pull from his blunt. Leniza couldn’t deny that he always looked sexy as hell when he smoked.

“Yeah,” she says, “yeah, I called you a name.”

“What if I do this,” Erik palms her ass with one hand, squeezing it while his tongue ran up the side of her neck.

“I don’t know, Erik,” Leniza moans out, her head extending back.

“It was sexy as hell the way you just moaned that, goddamn, and the way you said my name? Ummm.”

Leniza looked at him a little surprised, tiny gasps escaping her mouth when Erik kissed down her neck to the tops of her breasts.

“What if I do this to you? What would you say or do?”

Erik moves his hand lower, his fingers on the outside of her smooth waxed mound, Leniza’s pussy lips parting with his fingers. She gasps when Erik begins to rub light circles around her moist clit. It caught her by surprise. Her body felt electrified,

“Ummmmm, fucckkkk,” Leniza says just above a whisper. Shocked, Leniza hurried to cover her mouth. Erik’s eyes light up at her response, Leniza staring at him with fear and excitement in her eyes. She couldn’t believe she just said that.

“That’s how I got you feeling, ma? Let me find out.”

Leniza giggles, “It’s the alcohol. I feel like you had this whole thing planned out.”

“Nah, that’s all you, you just got a little bit of liquid courage, it’s okay I’m gon’ pull it out of you tonight,” He says while removing his hand to continue smoking his blunt, causing Leniza to roll her eyes.

“Whatever, boy. Can you just tell me about this game? You’re tryna get me all side tracked.”

“That is the game,” Erik chuckles, “I’m gon’ tease your body and pull all those dirty, filthy responses out of your pretty little mouth, and if you play the game right, I’m gon’ finger fuck that pussy while I listen to you tell me exactly how you want it, where you want it, and how deep you want it,” Erik grabs Leniza’s chin to make her look at him, “I’ma make you cum so hard you won’t be able to see straight.”

Erik says all of this while rubbing, pinching, and gripping all over Leniza’s body, staring into her eyes the entire time. Erik takes another pull of his blunt, blowing the smoke out nice and slow. Leniza stares at his lips, watching the way his thick pink tongue sweeps up and across his top lip.

“You want to play this game with me?” He asks with a whisper. Erik always has a way with words that left Leniza speechless. She was so caught up in his voice that Erik had to slap her ass to bring her back to the present.

“Do you want to play with me?” His entire voice went from soft spoken to having a rough edge.

“W-what about the other part? You said it has two parts to the game?”

“Oh, that part,” Erik pours another shot for them both; shot number three, “I want you to take over and talk me through my orgasm the same way I want to do to you right now. All of this is to get you to open up to me, get you out of your mind, and tell me how you feel. You sound so fucking sexy when you moan, I just want to hear all of you. I want to open you all the way up. Will you let me do that for you? Hmm? Will you let me show you?” Erik says all this while still rubbing all over Leniza’s body. Erik waited for her response while smoking his blunt.

Leniza looks away from him, biting her lip while trying to fight a smile. She lets out a sigh, “Okay...okay. I will play with you.”

Erik smiles wide, “Good girl. Now, lay on your back for me.”

Erik watches Leniza lay on her back, her eyes bashfully looking at him. She giggles again, her hand concerting her face before peeking at him from between her fingers. Erik turns on the bed, lifting to his knees to crawl between her legs. He rests his body between her naked thighs, bringing her blunt over. Leniza observed Erik take another pull of the weed. He takes his hand to caress Leniza’s left cheek before dragging his fingers down to her neck with just his finger tips.

“You look so fucking sexy, ma,” Erik takes his thumb, pulling on her bottom lip to open her mouth. Erik leans in closer, blowing the smoke from his blunt into Leniza’s mouth giving her a shot gun, then closed his lips on hers to make her hold it in. Erik releases her lips gazing at the way she blows it out.

“Babe,” Leniza whined, “You know I can’t really smoke with my job. They do those dumb ass random tests.”

Erik smirks” You’re right, my bad, ma, but you gotta admit though. That shit was sexy as fuck, wasn’t it?”

Leniza smiles, “I hate you.”

“Oh really?” Erik scans her body, “Well, let’s get started then.”

Erik lifts up on his knees, Leniza’s legs still wide around his waist. She nervously looks at him while nibbling on her bottom lip.

“You look so sexy, baby,” Erik takes his fingers, reaching out to twirl Leniza’s nipples. She automatically arches from the bed, breath coming out in a desperate rhythm and her hips grinding.”

“You like the way Daddy twirl on these stiff ass nipples?”

“Y-yes,” Leniza spoke lowly, her cheeks flushed.

“What else do you want Daddy to do to them?”

Leniza licks her lips, “I-I want you to suck on my nipples.”

“Oh, yeah?” Erik couldn’t help but to smile, “Suck in these hard nipples, baby?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

That was the first time he heard her call him Daddy. Erik was overjoyed. Now, he wanted to make her say that every single time.

“Fuck, girl. Say that shit again. If you say it again, I’ll suck on these nipples just how my little baby likes it.”

“Ummmm,” Leniza moans, “Daddy,” she swallows spit nervously, “Daddy, can you please suck on my nipples?”

“GOOD GIRL. Yes, fuck yes I’ll suck on these pretty chocolate chip nipples,” With a sexy smirk, Erik lowers his head over Leniza’s chest, her hand coming up to cradle the back of his neck before Erik’s tongue pokes out to flick her nipples. Leniza gasps sharply, the fresh air in her lungs almost burning. The way his tongue and lips showed her nipples attention Leniza couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

“D-Daddy...I-I like that,” she felt so nervous but excited, “I like it when you do that to me.”

“Mmm, mmm,” Erik shakes his head, looking up at her through his lashes, “You have to tell me what you like, baby girl.”

“I like it when you...” Leniza closes her eyes.

“Come on, ma, you were doing so good for me.”

Leniza lets out a shaky breath, “I like it when you lick and suck on my hard nipples. It feels so good.”

Leniza’s mocha eyes peered at Erik’s face. He took that moment to suck on her nipples while staring her in the eyes. She tried to hold her gaze as best as she could but the way he made her feel she couldn’t stop herself.

“You like feeding Daddy these pretty titties, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Where else does Daddy’s mouth belong?”

Leniza bashfully looks away from him, “Um, everywhere, Daddy.”

“Baby girl,” Erik chuckles, “That ain’t gon’ work. You must not want to cum.”

She knew where and so did he. She couldn’t get enough of it.

“I-I want your mouth on my pussy, Daddy.”

“I want your mouth on my pussy, Daddy,” Erik mocks her causing Leniza to blush, “So goddamn sexy, baby. I love how that sweet little voice talks nasty to me.”

“Yeah?” Leniza bats her eyes.

“Hell yeah,” Erik places soft kisses on Leniza’s breast before trailing his kisses down to her belly, “That pussy wet?”

“Y-yes.”

“Hmm,” Erik’s tongue licks Leniza’s belly button, “You has Daddy in here beating his meat to the thought of you. Why don’t you rub that clit so Daddy can watch you?”

“Huh?” Leniza says with nervous eyes.

“Play with that pussy so Daddy can watch. I wanna see how you rub that pussy when I’m not around. Show me how you do it, baby.”

“Okay,” Leniza giggles timidly before gazing at Erik as he sits up on the bed next to her, his eyes glued to her pussy. Leniza takes her fingers, slowly lowering them between her legs before she pulls her pussy lips apart. A shuddering gasp leaves her mouth because of the sound of her wet folds. She was wet alright. So wet the tip of Erik’s tongue tingled to run up and down her labia to lick it all up.

“Mmm, what you waiting on?” Erik looks up at Leniza’s face. She bites her lower lip, looking away from him as her middle finger began to circle her clit. That pink clit grew hard in seconds. Leniza’s lips parted, Erik looking at her expectantly to say something, anything.

“Talk to me, baby,” Erik rubs her inner thigh.

“It just feels so good,” She spoke quietly, “I love the way my clit feels against my fingers.”

“Damn, baby,” Erik couldn’t fight the smile on his face, “You wish it was Daddy’s fingers instead? ain’t nothing like Daddy’s fingers, right?”

“Mmm, mmm-“

Erik raised a brow down at her.

“Daddy’s fingers always feel good rubbing me and...fingering me.”

“How many fingers you like Daddy to fit in that pussy?”

“Three, Daddy.”

“Three? Why three?” Erik was challenging her.

“B-because three makes me stuffed like your...” Leniza stops, her eyes fluttering.

“Like?” Erik says with his brows raised.

“Like your big Dick,” Leniza whimpers.

“It’s close to it, baby, but it ain’t nothing like Daddy’s fat dick.”

“N-no-“

“That’s what really has you filled up, right?”

“Uh-huh, fuck,” Leniza sucks in air between her teeth.”

“Cuss again, do it,” Erik’s dick was trying to tip through his shorts.

“Fuckkk,” Leniza’s fingers moved faster, “Shit, baby, oh yeah, oh yeah,”

“THATS IT BABY,” Erik pulls his shorts off, his dick so hard that squeezing it was like squeezing a pipe.

“Fuck, oooo,” that oooo made Erik grunt deeply.

“Oooo, baby? Ooooo?” Erik was back to jerking his dick to the sight of her, “Damn, that pussy is...fuck, I’m so proud of you, baby. I knew you could talk nasty for me. You’re doing so good. Now, I know you deserve for me to make you cum. How you want to cum?”

“Please...use your mouth, Daddy,” Leniza blinks her oval-shaped eyes up at Erik, “p-please?”

“You gotta move your fingers for me to use my mouth, ma,” Erik chuckles. Leniza moves her fingers, her legs still open. Erik lowers his head from the side, his hand still jerking his dick while his lips and tongue explored her. So warm, moist, soft, smooth, and tasty.

“Ahhhh,” Leniza moans.

“Mmm, mmm,” Erik stops, looking up at her.

Leniza pushes Erik’s head back between her legs, “Keep eating my pussy, Daddy, make me cum.”

Erik didn’t say a word. He did just that, ate her little pussy until she was a mess.

Daddy, that feels so good, oh my goodness

Yes, I like that, Daddy, give me what I like

I want you to make me cum...make me cum

He feasted on her pussy with all his might the more she moaned and talked nasty to him. The feeling of her fingers running through his dreads as well has him hard.

“Mmm, Erik, oh, Erik, Erik,” She could not stop saying his name, “Erik, Erik, Erik, yes, yes, right there, mmm, right there, yes, oh, fuck, oh, babyeeeeee.”

Now, Leniza was pulling his dreads. She began to whimper and gasp for air.

“D-daddy, I-I’m cumming,” Leniza’s thighs shook out of her control, “I’m cumming! I’m cum- FUCK!”

Erik buries his entire face in her pussy.

“FUCK FUCK,” Leniza spoke with a cry. Erik looked up at her from between her legs with thrilled eyes and a wet face. Leniza was shocked that she couldn’t move. She couldn’t believe that she said all those things. At this point, it wasn’t even the alcohol that gave her courage. It was definitely all her.

“That...that actually wasn’t so bad,” Leniza smacks her forehead, laughing at herself, “I overthink too much.”

“You do,” Erik couldn’t stop smiling and licking his lips, “Girl, you don’t understand how fucking happy I am. That filthy little mouth!” Erik nibbled on her inner thigh, “How could you be embarrassed when you sound so...sexy.”

“I don’t know,” Leniza rolls her eyes, “It’s just in my head. I like talking nasty with you, Daddy.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“yeah,” Leniza bites her lip before smiling, “So, I won, right?”

“You did,” Erik stares down at her wet pussy, “So I get to finger fuck that puss?”

“Yes, finger fuck me.”

She sounded so sweet. That’s what made it even better. Her sweet voice and all that dirty talk. It made Erik painfully hard.

“Dig deep in that pussy?”

“Uh-huh,” Leniza bites on her fingertips all naughty.

“Like this,” Erik slips three fingers inside without warning. Leniza was up on her elbows, toes pointed in the air and her eyes rolling shut. Erik didn’t move his fingers just yet. He wanted Leniza to beg.

“Daddy? Why did you stop?” Leniza spoke with a breathless tone.

“How much do you want it?” Erik felt her walls throbbing.

“So fucking bad. Please, stroke my pussy with your fingers.”

Erik couldn’t help himself as his fingers started stroking.

“Deep, baby?”

“So deep, Daddy.”

“Deep like this baby?”

“Yes, uh-huh, just like that, Daddy.”

“You feel me stroking this puss over that spot?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What I’m making that pussy do?”

“Cream.”

“Yeah? She is creaming, AIN'T she, ma?”

“A lot.”

“Hmmm, too much, but I like a mess.”

“I like it too.”

“I bet you do. It makes it feel better, yeah?”

“Yes, so much better.”

“I’m in there baby? Look at me stroke it like my dick.”

“Yessssssssss, oooooo, that’s what makes me cum.”

“I know, I know, baby, that’s why I do it like this so you can cum all in my hand.”

“Like I’m giving you a present?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“You like my wet p-present, Daddy?”

“It’s so tasty, I don’t like it I love it.”

“D-daddy, I-I can feel b-butterflies”

“Yeah? You gon’ squirt then?”

“Y-yessss.”

“Yeah?”

“Y-yessssss.”

“Fucking squirt on me. It’s okay.”

“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk.”

“Damn, ma, fuck ma.”

“YES DADDY!”

Leniza squeezed her eyes shut, unable to talk as she moans loudly. Her squirting orgasm made a puddle beneath her ass while Erik continuously strokes. That was intense and powerful. The moment they just shared was probably the best moment in their sex life. Erik takes his fingers out, bringing them up to Leniza’s mouth. Her pretty lips wrapped around his fingers, sucking on him up and down.

“Ain't you glad I came up with this game?”

“Yeah,” Leniza smiles weakly, “Now, I feel more confident. Thanks baby, I’m sorry it took this long-“

“No worries, don’t apologize. I just wanted my baby to feel comfortable, that’s all.”

Leniza gets on her knees, leaning forward to kiss Erik. Her taste on his tongue mixed with his spit made her moan into his mouth. Leniza broke the kiss, her eyes lowering to Erik’s rigidity. He was...damn. Erik looked like he was ready to explode.

“Daddy, it’s-its so hard,” Leniza wraps her dainty fingers around him, barley fitting, “Does Daddy want me to talk him through his orgasm now?”

“Mhm,” Erik says with a bite of his lip, “Hurry up before I cum with just the feel of your fingers around me. I wanna cum in that mouth.”

“Okay, Daddy,” Leniza smiles innocently before lowering her head to suck on the tip of Erik’s dick. Just the tip. Erik’s head extended back, his mouth hanging open.

“Mmmm,” Leniza hums with a mouth full of dick.

“Mmmm is right, baby,” Erik grabs her bun to lower her some more, “Just like that.”

Leniza was going beast mode. She sucked Erik tightly into her little mouth. Erik grabs the sheets his eyes rolling shut from how his thick dick squeezed into her mouth the way it did.

Leniza lifts her mouth from his dick, “Does daddy wanna cum all over my pretty lips?”

Erik couldn’t even speak. His spit covered pipe and Leniza’s constant jerking just made him moan and moan.

“Daddy, please cum for me. It’s so big.”

“Fuckkk.”

“I can’t believe this is all mine.”

“Goddamn.”

“It’s so fat. It is a fat dick, Daddy.”

“You- oh my God.”

“It’s so much for me. It’s all mine and it’s so much for me.”

“It’s all yours”

“Damn, Daddy…*gasps* Daddy.”

Leniza sucks him, her mouth wide around him. Erik couldn’t even begin to describe how veiny, thick, and cum-filled his dick was at the moment. He even has to stare at his dick with perplexity at how hard Leniza made him. Then, she had Erik nice and sloppy. Each time she sucked, spit would spill down his dick to his balls. A lot of spit.

“Leniza.”

She didn’t answer him. All she wanted to do was suck his dick until he gave her what she wanted.

“Leniza, Fuck,” Erik’s muscles flexed, “UGGHHHHH,” His cum gushed out and out. It made Erik so weak, “Shit, baby girl, that’s enough.”

Leniza’s lips popped off, a little bit of Erik’s cum on her chin. She drags it with a single finger to her mouth, sucking it off cleanly.

“You are not innocent at all, fuck that,” Erik laughs while staring at his still hard dick, “there is no way you are innocent, girl, drop that fucking act.”

“Mmm mmm, I am innocent,” Leniza bats her lashes, “See? I’m a good girl.”

“Yeah, okay,” Erik says with disbelief.

“I too am, Daddy.” She pouts.

“Okay, you are a good girl. But you’re also a bad girl.”

“Am I?” Leniza spoke with a honeyed tone.

“Oh, yeah. I wanna fuck that bad girl pussy right now.”

“I’d like that,” Leniza turns around, bending over. She arches her back, pussy waiting and inviting. With a yawn, Leniza smiles, before motioning for Erik to come to her with a single finger.

“My baby is worn out and she still wants some dick?”

“Yes,” Leniza rubs her pussy, “Please fuck me.”

“Only to make you cum then you’re getting some sleep.”

“But, I want my Daddy to cum too.”

“That’s so thoughtful of you, ma,” Erik chuckles, “So this how you want it, huh?”

“Uh-huh. Just like this.”

“You know I’m gonna beat your shit up, right?”

“It’s okay, I’ll take it.”

“Even when it’s so fat like it is?”

“Uh-huh. I’ll take it in my little pussy.”

“Mmmm, I love the sound of that.”

“Me too. I love Daddy’s fat-fucking-dick.”

“SHIT, I know that ass do. As much as I have you cream and squirt on this dick.”

Erik gets behind her, widening her legs more before using only his hips to sink his dick inside. The sound of her wet folds parting like a flower for him drove Erik insane. He pulled all the way out just to hear that puss make those noises again. Already she covered him with her mess. The spit from her sucking him mixed with her juices has Erik slipping and sliding inside of her wet tunnel.

“If only you could see this.”

“I wish I could see it too, Daddy.”

“You can feel it though, that’s enough.”

“Uh-huh, mmm, it feels so good.”

“You gon’ let me take it?”

“Take my wet pussy.”

“I got that ass clapping HEAVY.”

“Fuck! Yes, Daddy!”

“Mmmmm, fuck, baby girl. See, I just love this wet fucking pussy. I fucking love it, girl.”

“Yes! Daddyyyyy! Oh! Daddy!!!!”

“I’m gon’ make you cum over and over on this fat fucking dick.”

“Yes! Oh, shit.”

Leniza reaches under her to stroke Erik’s balls. He pounded her harder because of that. No longer did Erik care about nasty talk. All he wanted to do was cum deep inside of her.

“Take this fat dick, baby, take it, yes! That’s a good girl, take it!”

“Uhhhhhhh! Oh my God,” Leniza rubs her clit to gage her orgasm. When she came on Erik’s dick, Leniza thought she saw fireworks behind her mocha eyes. Erik was right behind her, hands on her hips pulling her entire body almost onto his dick. Leniza’s spine hunched over, unable to keep her arch anymore.

“Daddy, Umph, please, Umph, cum in me!”

Like her pussy was a hole to be used, Erik’s load erupted inside of her. His dick seemed to go deeper and deeper inside of her the more he stroked that nut out of him. Leniza just knew that if she got up from that bed all of his cum would drip down her legs. That’s how filled she felt. Erik’s large hands ran up and down Leniza’s spine as his dick slowly slides out of her pussy. Leniza’s eyes close, her body still arched on the bed. Erik slides off the bed, his sticky cum staining the sheets.

“Leniza.” Erik pulls his shorts back on as he admires his girl. She was knocked out in that position.

“Seriously?” Erik chuckles before walking around the bed to lower her body. Leniza smiles, a suppressed laugh escaping her mouth as her eyes opened slightly.

“Yeah, you need some sleep, ma.”

“That was fun, wake me up in like, 30 minutes. I want another round.”

“Okay, look at you,” Erik slaps Leniza’s ass, “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Leniza didn’t respond to that last part. Soft sleeping breaths filled the room. Erik grabs his blunt, taking his place back on the edge of the bed to have another smoke session. He could not stop smiling about the sex they just had. Leniza said to wake her up in 30 minutes. Erik has a better idea.

Fuck her in her sleep.

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Bleed Her Out Before I Wake

Hey! This is pretty heavy on drug use and a very temporary character death in form of flatling.

TW FOR SEMI GRAPHIC VOMITING, DRUG USE, LACED DRUGS, IMPLIED SELF HARM, DISORDERED EATING DUE TO STRESS, VOMITING BLOOD

Ft- Jet and Rita QPR, Vespa being soft, and Peter with EDS, its not important to the fic but it is important to me.

title from Heroin by Badflower

“Mista Steel?”

She stood at a cracked doorway in the Carte Blanche, the light was on in the bathroom but other than that it was complete darkness around her.

In the eerily lit bathroom, was her ex-boss and long-time friend, retching into the toilet for what seemed like the hundredth time.

“Go ‘way Rita- Don- Don’t wanna see this”

She sighed, it had been a bad day for all of them, involving Sola at a party he was undercover at a party with Peter, the subsequent drug-taking that occurred there so they wouldn't seem suspicious.

As soon as Rita got word on what happened, which unfortunately happened after the heist, all hell broke loose.

Buddy immediately pulled them out of the heist, despite Juno’s protests, saying he felt fine despite the fear in his voice and his shaking body.

Peter absolutely did not agree with his girlfriend, his facade almost cracking as he dragged them out of their, Jet waited in the Ruby 7 outside, his hands were holding the wheel so tightly his knuckles were white.

By the time they got to the car alone, Juno mumbled something about feeling dizzy, and his breathing was off, hitching at each inhale.

As soon as they got to the ship, Juno pushed away from the others, into his room.

No matter who told him to, he refused to come out of his room.

Rita knew Mista Steel needed his privacy, she remembers the first withdrawal he went through with her, she doesn’t know if it was sola, alcohol, or something else though, he was too out of it to tell her.

In their time together, the lady had spent days in her apartment, vomiting and crying and shaking, at one point even being sent into a seizure because of the withdrawal.

This felt different.

It had been years since he’d taken anything, and he didn’t look like he used to after taking something, what was once something that brought him… joy almost, now made him look scared and tired.

“Mista Steel I’ve seen you worse, but I gotta come in, you’ve been alone for hours and I’m gettin worried.”

He groaned before mumbling a quiet ‘come in’.

The sight she saw was not a pretty one.

He was slumped against the wall, his skin was shining with sweat, and he had taken his top off at some point, revealing many scars, some newer, and his makeup was running off.

“Told you it wasn’t pretty.”

Rita shrugged before sitting next to him on the floor, they would need to talk, about what happened, but Mista Still just looked so… tired.

“Drink some water, boss”

She handed him the cup, or tried to, his hands were shaking too much to grab it, so, she helped steady his hands, holding the glass gently to his lips.

“Sorry about this, know I fucked up.”

He wasn’t wrong but also wasn’t right, she simply sighed and set the glass down.

“Alright, come here”

He looked tired, she was too, but he almost immediately slumped against her, seeking out comfort from the past.

It didn’t take him long to start crying.

She ran her hand through his sweat-soaked curls.

“I didn’t wanna- I didn’t- Rita I-“

He was shaking so hard in her arms, someone else was standing outside the bathroom, Ransom, she suspects.

“I know Mista Steel, I know”

His breathing was rough, he swallowed and a wet click came from his throat, he whimpered, curling into Rita.

“Are you gonna be sick again?”

He shook his head, but Rita gently maneuvered him anyway, leaning over the toilet.

He gagged, harsh and painful, nothing coming up except bile, he had been puking all day, nothing to eat or drink.

“Hurts- it- it hurts so much Rita”

She felt her heart shatter into a million little pieces, holding him up and rubbing his back, he was too weak to hold himself up.

“It’s gonna be okay, boss”

She wasn’t sure anymore.

And she really wasn’t when Juno started to cry out in more pain and the dry heaving stopped.

Because now, she was pretty sure he was puking up blood.

She tried to hide the panic in her voice as she called out.

“Uhhh Mista Ransom I know you’re outside the door and I really need you to grab Miss Vespa ‘cause Mista Steel is puking up blood and I don’t think that’s supposed to happen.

You could hear his heart drop.

Within minutes, Peter was back with the medic, even scarier, she wasn’t complaining and Rita was also distantly aware of Jet standing behind her.

Vespa burst through the door, and knelt down in the open area around Mista Steel.

“Damnit Steel”

She motioned for Jet to grab him, but Juno started to squirm and try to escape the people surrounding him.

“Nno fine- ‘m fine”

Vespa growled, but Jet managed to move her out of the way and kneel in front of Juno himself.

“Juno, I know you do not wish to let us help you, but you are very ill, for reasons that are not your fault, and it would help us all if you would please come with us.”

Jets voice and words calmed him down, and he let himself be picked up by Jet.

Jet walked swiftly to the medbay, careful not to jostle him while they walked, Rita considered distantly the protectiveness Jet had of the boss, wondering where it came from, but she appreciates it nonetheless.

“J-Jet lemme down- gon’ be sick”

Vespa cursed and dove for a trash can they were walking past, and Jet carefully set Mista Steel down, the lady’s body crumbling, unable to hold himself up.

Jet realized this, and propped him up, looking slightly uncomfortable at the factor of comforting the lady, but it didn’t take long for Juno to slump over the trash can and start puking.

“Shit”

Vespa cursed, her low voice full of concern, somewhere next to her Mista Ransom made a concerned noise.

“What’s going on?”

Buddy was behind Vespa, towering protectively over all of them.

“Not sure, pretty sure he managed to tear his stomach lining.”

The worry settled over the crew like a heavy blanket, Rita felt tears in her eyes.

“How did it happen so fast, Vespa? Does it not usually take a few days?”

Peter kept his normal composure, worry seeping through.

“Usually, but he’s been sick with nothing in his stomach, and he’s also probably shot most of his organs with his behavior at a young age, wouldn’t be surprised if this isn’t the first time.”

“Fuck”

Juno was still heaving over the can, clearly in pain, too weak to even hold onto the can.

Peter settled on the floor next to his love, the self-control of respecting the privacy the lady clearly wanted was gone and if everyone was honest, Juno didn’t seem to mind.

The thief opened his arms, and Jet helped maneuver Juno into them, where the ex-detective immediately latched onto Peter.

“Hurts- please it-“

Peter shushed him and ran his hands through sweaty hair, rocking him gently.

At some point, though, Vespa noticed something that caused even her to feel worry.

“We gotta get him to the medbay now”

Peter looked down in fear to where Vespa’s eyes were laying, and was horrified to see a large, ugly, black bruise coloring his lady’s stomach, red splotches inside of it.

His lady was bleeding internally.

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Peter could hardly believe the mess they had gotten into.

He really didn’t want to.

At the party, he… he didn’t know, he wasn’t with Juno, he had to use the bathroom, and when he got back His lady may have offhandedly mentioned it but he didn’t even realize until Rita began to scream over the coms.

The look Rita gave him back on the ship made him want to cry.

Juno pulled away from him, wouldn’t let anyone near him as he locked himself in the bathroom.

Peter was scared.

Rita yelled for him to get Vespa and everything moved so fast for the next ten minutes.

And now, Juno was in surgery, hooked into machines galore as Vespa worked over him, filtering a tube down his throat.

Mallory-Weiss Syndrome was one set of words Peter was able to pick out of Vespas growling, a tear in the stomach lining, usually caused by excess vomiting and coughing.

Juno had been ill since the night before, and probably didn’t eat the day of the heist, meaning it was just acid.

Peter felt sick himself.

His lady was hurt because of his lack of focus on a heist.

But what was making him so sick?

It could have been laced, of course, it would’ve caused some nausea likely, but not this, especially with the low dosage, but it could have been his body reacting to the drug entering his system for the first time in so many years or-

“Peter, darling, are you alright?”

Buddy had her hand on his shoulder, and he inhaled shakily.

“I’m.. I’m fine, Captian, worried about Juno is all.”

She pulled him into a hug, and he started to cry despite himself.

“Peter, it’s not your fault, Juno knew what he was doing, Rita and Jet suspect that he didn’t even feel the need to take it because of the temptation, only the safety of the heist.”

Peter pulled away from Buddy, he didn’t deserve the comfort.

“I just- what’s making him so sick?”

Buddy sat in a chair that was pulled up by the medbay door, looking extravagant as ever.

“We’re not sure, Jet mentioned that the fear of becoming addicted again may have sent him into a panic, but my Vespa will run some tests to make sure it wasn’t laced.”

He nodded, looking out the window.

“Ransom, darling, you know it’s not your fault, right?”

He looked down, pursing his lips together.

“It- Captain I left him, it was.”

She sighed, and Peter felt shame prickle in his back.

“Mista Ransom is wasn’t, Mista Steel knew what he was doin”

He didn’t even know when Rita got there, but soon she was hugging him, hardly reaching his chest.

He let himself feel the comfort for a second, before they all went back to waiting quietly outside the medbay, a worried film over the crew of the Carte Blanche.

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Hours must’ve passed before the door to the medbay opened, and the disgruntled medic stood in the door.

“Vespa? Is Juno alright?”

Vespa looked tired, she had blood on her shirt and Peter didn’t think it should be there.

“He’s gonna be okay”

Relief wiped over the crew but the bitter taste of fear stuck in the air.

“It… was bad. The drug was laced.  Another chemical. He flatlined. Five minutes”

Peter felt his heart stop.

His Juno died.

“Ransom, you in there?”

Vespa was looking at him, everyone was.

“Juno he- he died?”

Rita was crying, sitting next to Jet, and Vespa had made her way over to Buddy.

“No, well, yes, kind of but he’s not dead anymore.”

He was still worried shitless, but his love was… going to be okay.

“He had a tear in his stomach, the puking caused it, but I’m gonna guess either the drug managed to weaken his stomach lining or his past drug abuse and it’s side effects weakened it, which caused it to bleed internally more. His heart gave out while I was cauterizing the tear. It was messy, but he will make a full recovery.”

Peter was sobbing and felt rather embarrassed by this.

“Ransom, he’s okay, you can even go see him.”

Vespa was being… oddly tender towards him, which made him more uneasy, but he collected himself.

“I- I think I will, Rita, would you like to join me?”

She nodded vigorously and let go of Jet, who she was holding too tightly.

They walked quietly into the room together and the sight scared them both greatly, Juno laying on the small bed, hooked up to more machines than Peter could count, tubes up his nose and one down his throat, pale and sweaty.

“Juno”

Peter was so scared for his love, he was asleep, tired out from the day.

“He uh- he’s gonna be out for a while, I’ll bring the extra cot in here ina bit so you can stay in here and actually get some sleep, I had to intubate him, he’s hooked up to a lot of antibiotics and uh, feeding tube, he’s not gonna be able to eat but he needs nutrients.”

He pulled a chair next to Juno’s sickbed, holding his hand and running hands through his hair.

“Juno I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry my love”

He was crying and he wanted nothing more than for Juno to wipe his tears and tell him it was gonna be okay.

Hours passed with him and Rita sitting by his side, hardly speaking, Jet brought tea, Vespa brought them food, tried to make Peter eat best she could, it didn’t work.

“Ransom, you gotta eat”

He didn’t.

Rita left at some point, Buddy sat with him for awhile too, trying to convince him to sleep and eat, but he wouldn’t, only sitting with Juno, not letting him go.

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Juno pried open his eye, feeling like glue was holding it together, and was greeted by bright lights and a steady beeping sound.

The memories of the past however long it had been came back to him.

The sola, the sickness that followed it, concerned voices surrounding him, Vespa looking down at him, worried as hell.

He tried to turn his head, but the tube down his throat stopped that.

That wasn’t good.

He tried not to freak out, but that failed.

“Calm down or I’m gonna have to sedate you again Steel”

Vespa was above him again, and her face was stern.

Other voices were around him, Rita and Jet were talking at the end of the bed, and Buddy was on the other side of him trying to keep him calm

He couldn’t hear Nureyev.

“Shit- Steel if you don’t stop moving you’re gonna fuck up your throat and I don’t wanna deal with the complaining.”

He tried to stop moving but everything hurt and he needed to run he needed to make sure Nureyev was safe he needed to-

The world went dark.

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Buddy was happy she finally got Peter to sleep in his bed for a few hours.

Juno looked… terrified, hurting, and scared beyond any way she could describe.

Everyone looked tired.

Her Vespa was clearly worried even, which scared her more saying her outward hate of the detective.

Vespa motioned for everyone to leave, keeping her head down.

Buddy walked over to her once Rita and Jet had left the small medbay, holding her face in one hand and wrapping the other around her, gently tilting up the medics head so she could see her loves eyes.

“Shit, Bud I-“

There were tears in her medics eyes, and Buddy knew that she wasn’t telling them the whole story or situation.

“He’s strong, Vespa, he will be okay”

He needs to be.

Vespa rested her head for a moment on the other woman’s chest, keeping her close, and for just a moment they stayed like that.

“He’s- he’s really bad off, Bud”

She knew, of course, that her lover didn’t hate Juno, or Peter, for that matter, but the whole situation had taken Vespa’s guard down completely it seemed.

Many nights they talked about it, getting Vespa to try and trust them, and Buddy also spent time pointing out the ways he showed his affection towards people, to point out how the lady would make sure to get Rita’s snacks whenever he was planetside, and how he would help Jet whenever he needed it.

Vespa thought about the times he would sit with her, when her eyes darted back and forth and everything was too much and the screaming wouldn’t stop, how he would engage her in conversation as much as he could, or play music, trying to remind her that she wasn’t alone and that she was real.

After a moment, Vespa pulled back, and walking back over to Juno.

“I uh- gotta take this out. He should be able to breathe now”

Buddy nodded and rested a hand on Juno’s knee, careful not to get in the way and to not look, she wasn’t squeamish by any means, but seeing Juno like this…

“You should sleep, Bud, I’m gonna stay with Steel for a bit.”

She looked at her lover, who was now washing her hands in the sink, she looked tired and scared.

“I think you need it more than I do, my love, why don’t you rest on the cot for a while, and that way I’ll still be here with you?”

Vespa nodded, walking over to Buddy and pushing her face into the captain’s neck, almost purring like a content cat, before laying on the cot, her love close enough to protect.

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Jet did not want to think about this.

He had dealt with his own struggles of addiction, he even wished to partake in those habits now, Buddy had saved him.

Now, he had more people to help him, and he cared about them each.

Juno Steel, one lady who Jet was very protective of due to the vulnerability he’s seen Juno show, was in danger.

And Rita, his friend whom he held closer than most, was very upset about this.

The short lady had spent the larger part of the past forty-eight hours pacing around the room they had begun to share, mostly for convince and comfort, crying, eventually wearing herself from said crying and sleeping, or trying to keep herself calm enough to calm Jet down after he was hit by a nightmare in the few hours of sleep he got.

This was bringing up less than pleasant memories for him as well.

Seeing Juno in that bed, so small and sick, after one pill, shook Jet to his core.

Seeing Juno so sick from what others gave him made him angry.

The nightmare was about M’Tendere, as many were since their death.

Rita laid on top of him like a blanket, something she had discovered worked to ground him after a few weeks together on the ship.

He wrapped his arms around her, they were both in distress, and the least they could do was be there for each other.

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Juno did not wake up for four days.

Peter refused to leave his side for all but 8 hours.

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Juno woke to a weight on his side.

He tried to move his head to look, but unlike last time, there was no tube down his throat, only a plastic oxygen mask on his face.

Trying to move wasn’t working either, one hand was thoroughly trapped under whatever, more so whoever, was using his hip as a pillow, and the other was connected to wires with needles in it.

Ah.

He was in the medbay.

“Steel, you finally up? Not gonna flip out and hurt yourself again?”

Vespa was talking quietly, probably not to wake whoever was sleeping on his side.

He nodded, the mask moving uncomfortably on his face and it was then he realized he had a tube in his nose as well.

Vespa moved quickly, gentle more so than he thought, pulling the mask off his face, checking that he could still breathe, and slowly removing the tube that was in his nose, a very, very, uncomfortable sensation.

Breathing was still hard, so Vespa put some more tubes up his nose, despite his complaints.

“Steel, you’ll be fine, less uncomfortable the other, it’s just gonna sit in your nostrils, calm down, I gotta keep you breathing or your boyfriends gonna be mad, and so will the captain.”

He let her do it.

When she finally was done poking and prodding him, he looked at whoever was laying on him.

Nureyev.

He looked like shit, his black hair was greasy and he was wearing one of Juno’s shirts, and a pair of leggings Rita had bought him.

It made Juno’s heartbreak.

“He’s sat vigil in here for days, so figured we’d let him sleep.”

He looked back at Vespa, hell she looked exhausted too, her eyes were deep and sad, wearing a sweater Juno had knit for her, and jeans that she’d always had.

“Call if you need anything, I’ll let you rest but uh, sure everyone will wanna come see you soon.”

She stalked towards the door, and he felt an odd pang of affection for her.

“Thanks, Vespa”

She smiled and he swore for a second that she looked almost relieved.

“No problem  Steel, just… don’t do this again.”

Some time passed, and he was able to wiggle his arm out from under Peter, running his hand through the thief’s hair.

“Mmph-“

Peter was making noises in his sleep, and it took a lot of what Juno had not to laugh, god, he loved this man.

“-uno?”

Peter was looking up, with bleary eyes, and part of Juno felt guilty, his eyes were puffy and red, clearly crying before he fell asleep.

“Hey, sleepyhead”

It took Peter a moment to process, he was clearly overtired, but when he finally processed who was talking to him, his eyes filled with a bright color, with a hint of worry left in them.

“Juno, oh, my love, you’re awake.”

Peter looked like he was about to cry, and he shot up from where he was sitting, likely uncomfortably, and he kissed Juno’s face in any place he could reach, and before long, Juno felt tears that weren’t his own on his face.

“Baby, babe, stop”

Peter looked vaguely like a wounded animal at being told to stop loving his lady, the lady whom he thought would die in his arms.

“Nureyev, baby, I’m okay, I’m okay baby, I’m here”

Juno held his face so gently, wiping the tears that were staining his perfect skin.

“I’m sorry I scared you baby”

Peter pulled away from him, sitting on the bed next to him, slipping on the mask of Ransom.

“My dear I am sorry you were so poorly and I couldn’t do anything I just-“

Juno sat up carefully, and leaned forward, grabbing Nureyevs face.

“Baby, it’s ok to be scared and sad, it’s alright”

Peter fell against Juno’s chest, careful not to jostle him too much and not to hurt him.

Juno wrapped his arms around Peter’s back, holding him close.

“I was- I was so scared, you- you were-“

Juno shushed him, the sound of Peter crying hurt his heart, and he was sure Vespa would explain when she got back.

A knock on the door, probably the others, Peter sat up, quickly donning his mask again, just before the door swung open to reveal the rest of the crew, Rita running towards Juno’s bed.

“Oh Mista steel I was so worried and I-“

Juno opened his arms, and Rita carefully climbed onto the bed, where Ransom had evacuated for just this purpose.

“I’m sorry I worried you, Rita.”

She escaped his hug, carefully wiping her tears and nose on her sweater.

“Oh Mista Steel it’s alright I just.. it felt too much like ol times for a bit, but Mista Jet helped a bit but I was still real worried cause Miss Doctor Vespa said-“

Just then, Buddy and Vespa came into view, gently cutting Rita off.

“Why don’t we let my Vespa explain that, dear?”

Rita nodded and slid off the bed, pushing Peter back onto it, while Buddy sat on the opposite side.

“The sola was laced.”

Juno cringed, trying to look away from them, ashamed and embarrassed, but Buddy (and the tubes in his nose) kept him looking at the crew, at his family.

“We- we can talk about that later, though, uh, the point is is that you had a tear in your stomach and you- you flatlined at one point”

Peter looked away from him, and Juno reached and grabbed his hand, it was scary, yeah, but he was asleep, and Peter had to see it.

“I had to intubate and you woke up at one point and I had to sedate you, it was bad, really bad.. heh”

Buddy held her hand, and he looked up to see Jet had a hand on Rita’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t- I didn’t mean to”

Vespa sighed and sat next to Buddy on the bed, closer than he had been to her while conscious.

“I know, but you’re gonna need to be more careful for a while, you’re stomach is healing, you’ll make a full recovery.”

He smiled and thanked her again, and after a short time, it was decided that he could probably go back to his quarters, mostly so that Peter would actually sleep but no one said that, with the proper equipment and supervision.

After everyone else had left, it was just Juno and his love again, and it was even more obvious how tired he was now.

“Nureyev, baby, when’s the last time you slept in an actual bed? I was out for four days, please tell me you actually slept during that time?”

Peter avoided his gaze, fiddling with his fingers, almost moving them as a fidget, something they’d tried to get him to stop doing.

“Babe?”

Juno was worried about Peter,  he looked pale and thin, more so than usual, and the way he held himself was one that usually was reserved for when the thief was in pain, hunched over, his perfect posture gone.

“Juno I-“

The lady could tell his love felt guilty, though he couldn’t understand why.

“Baby, I know you were worried but… I’m okay now, and you know that not sleeping, and sitting in that chair for so long makes your pain worse, why didn’t you let someone else sit with me?”

The thief looked exhausted, leaning his head in his hands.

“I couldn’t simply leave you, Juno, I needed to be there-” Juno sighed, truthfully the lady himself was exhausted, the nose tubes had been removed, as were most of the IVs, save the antibiotics Vespa didn’t trust him to take on his own.

“C’mere”

Juno opened his arms, and after a moment of hesitation, his thief shuffled into the open arms, still stiff in his form.

“I’m sorry”

The thief was uncharacteristically quiet, his voice shaky, and you can tell he had wrecked it from crying.

“Baby you didn’t… you didn’t do anything wrong, just, please take care of yourself too, I know I was sick but I don’t like seeing you hurt”

Peter rested his head on the lady’s chest, his chest was still bare, years of scars exposed from many things to Peter, they only made Juno more beautiful, but his heart still ached at his perfect love’s suffering.

He reached his arm across Juno, running slim fingers against the scars, both self-inflicted and those from many syringes that had entered it.

The ones from his years partying were the ones Peter hated the most right now.

Juno sighed, gently moving his love’s hand from the arm, and cradling his face and meeting red-rimmed eyes, glistening with guilt and relief.

He pulled him closer, feeling warm breath on his skin was grounding, he was exhausted and the shame was setting in.

“Let’s just get some sleep, baby, we can talk more tomorrow”

After a few moments of silence and Juno had assumed the thief was asleep, a few more moments and he was almost asleep.

“Juno I- I thought I was going to lose you when I just got you back, you died and I was scared”

Peter was crying, holding him tightly as he could without hurting him.

“I love you, Juno.”  

No matter how many nights they spent together or how many times he said it, making love in their room, or simply staring into the eyes of the other it would never stop making the lady’s heart flutter.

“I love you too, Nureyev.”

It didn’t take long for the thief’s breathing to even out, followed shortly by Juno’s own.

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Buddy checked on them the next morning, knowing they wouldn’t make it to breakfast, and thought of her own love suffering when she found out how ill Buddy was, how hurt Peter was.

She put it away for another time.

[kookitykook]

No Jokes (Jungkook x Reader)

Listen after watching Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull for the 87th time this just ... happened. I regret nothing.

Based off the prompt: “I love you!” “WHAT?” Just kidding, I just needed to distract you. Sorry about this!”

~genre: adventure! fluff! humor! sfw! yeehaw!

~word count: 3.2k 

~summary: You can't believe you let Jeon Jungkook drag you into this. A few weeks ago you were working on your thesis like a normal postgrad, and today you're stealing crystal skulls, shooting at people, jumping out of vehicles, losing your shoe, and kicking bad guys in the face. Just another average day working with Jeon Jungkook.

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“Did we lose them?” Jungkook shouted, violently swerving the Jeep to avoid running into a stump. 

“Hey!” You shouted back at him as you fell in a heap in the open Jeep bed at the movement. “I’m holding a gun here, maybe give me a warning if you’re about to — oof! Jungkook!”

“Sorry about that!” Your partner shouted back at you, and you were glad that your hat had fallen in your face as you fell yet again, because if you’d had to see his shit-eating grin you would’ve attacked him. “You didn’t answer my question though!”

Standing to your feet with a huff and trying to balance as Jungkook drove like a maniac through the jungle, you peered through the blurring trees.

“I think we lost them,” you yelled up to him. “Can’t be sure though. But there’s definitely not any sign of—”

You screamed as a bullet whizzed past your ear, scrambling get into the passenger seat beside Jungkook. 

“I don’t think we lost them,” he remarked with an annoyingly casual voice considering they were being shot at yet again. 

“Yeah no shit, Kook!” You flinched as bullets dinged the side of the truck. “Drive faster!”

“I’m driving as fast as I can without sending us headfirst into a jungle tree, Y/N! Why don’t you use that gun and shoot back at them!”

“I will!”

Not needing any more prompting, you leaning out of the Jeep and popping off rounds at the three vehicles tailing you and Jungkook through the jungle. Your eyes widened when you saw Namjoon’s vehicle catching up to yours quickly. 

You aimed your gun right at his head and pulled the trigger.

Click.

Shit. Out of ammo. 

Namjoon only grinned, his eyes flitting between you and the jungle he was driving through. 

“I want that skull back!” Namjoon shouted, pulling his vehicle up right next to you and Jungkook, tree limbs whipping past as you sped through the overgrowth. “Hand it over now and nobody has to get hurt!”

“If we hand it over now, far more people than just us are going to get hurt!” Jungkook shouted, one hand on the wheel and one hand clutching the burlap sack with the crystal skull. “Forget it, Namjoon!”

For a brief second, the only sound was the vehicles careening over the brush. 

“Fine,” Namjoon spat loud enough for the two of you to hear him. “So be it.”

You screamed as Namjoon jerked the wheel hard, sending his vehicle hurtling against yours. Jungkook grunted, fighting to maintain control of the Jeep as Namjoon did it again. On your right was Namjoon, and on your left was a tree line that the Jeep couldn’t fit through. And if you stopped or slowed down Namjoon’s henchmen Hoseok and Yoongi would capture you both and the crystal skull. 

You and Jungkook were well and truly trapped. 

You glanced at Jungkook out of the corner of your eye.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Get that skull as far away from here as you can.”

“I said don’t!”

You paid Jungkook no mind, hurtling yourself out of the Jeep and into Namjoon’s vehicle as he collided against you. Namjoon shouted as you latched onto him, raking your nails down his face as your legs dangled precariously from his vehicle. You held on as tightly as you could, knowing that if you fell now then Yoongi and Hoseok’s cars were surely going to squish you like a bug. 

“Y/N!” You heard Jungkook screaming, but his voice was growing distant as Namjoon lost control of his vehicle thanks to you, turning the opposite direction as Jungkook continued to drive straight.

Get that damn skull out of here, Kook, you thought as hard as you could.

“You bitch!” Namjoon shouted, grabbing you by the back of your shirt and hauling you into his vehicle, and you ended up sprawled out halfway in his lap and halfway in the passenger seat. “You and that idiot have no idea the power you’re messing with!” 

“Oh shut up!” You screamed, hiking up your leg and kicking Namjoon square in the jaw. 

The hit had him jerking the wheel yet again, and you took the opportunity to reach for the passenger door handle and fling yourself out. 

You knew it was going to hurt, but you didn’t know just how much. 

You rolled for what felt like forever, branches tearing at your shirt and scratching your face until you finally came to a stop against a tree. 

“Owwww,” you moaned, feeling blood dripping down the side of your face and you were pretty sure you were missing a shoe. 

You wiped the blood out of your eye to see that by kicking Namjoon, you had sent him crashing into Hoseok’s vehicle. They were both scrambling out, shouting at one another about seventy yards away from where you lay. You laughed to yourself, head falling backwards to rest in the jungle undergrowth. 

The pain was worth it. That had been totally awesome and definitely gave Jungkook enough time to get away with the skull.

“Yeah,” you muttered to yourself. “Definitely worth it.”

You laid there for a few more seconds, focusing on the buzzing of the jungle and the ringing in your ears instead of Namjoon’s far away voice screaming at Yoongi and Hoseok to get in their one remaining vehicle so that the three of them could get after Jungkook. It looked like they assumed you were dead or were leaving you to die. That figured. 

You were just about to let yourself fall asleep when suddenly —

“There he is! Get that son of a bitch!”

You snapped your head up, wincing at the throbbing pain the movement produced. 

Oh no … oh no, no, no … you thought to yourself, knowing good and well that there was only one person besides yourself that could make Kim Namjoon so shrieky. 

And sure enough. There was Jungkook. Running towards you like a bat out of hell. 

Wait … running? What the …

“Get up!” He was screaming, still toting the crystal skull in the burlap sack. “Aish, Y/N you idiot, get up!” 

You groaned as you pushed yourself to your feet and — yepp, you were definitely missing a shoe. 

“Run, running, running now, we gotta run!” Jungkook yelled breathlessly, finally reaching you and grasping your arm, tugging you with him decidedly away from where Namjoon and his thugs were currently maneuvering their last vehicle into position. 

“Where is the Jeep?” You shouted, the sudden adrenaline shooting through you and making you forget about your pain. “Kook what the—”

“Ran out of gas!” He shouted, ducking as a bullet flew by the two of you. He was breathing in gasps, holding both you and the skull as you picked up speed, adjusting to the feeling of just one shoe. 

Gah, what a mess we are, you thought, taking in his dirty, sweaty and disheveled appearance next to you, who had literally just thrown yourself from a moving vehicle in a jungle. 

“Where are we running?” You screamed, picking up the pace as much as you could when you heard the revving of Namjoon’s vehicle. 

“Away!”

“Oh well that helps, Kook!”

Three more bullets whizzed by. 

“How the hell did you talk me into this stupid job?!”

“Me?!” Jungkook screamed, leaping over a fallen tree. “You’re the one that told me about this stupid skull!”

“And you’re the one who said we ought to go steal it!”

“It’s not stealing if we’re saving innocent people!”

“It’s definitely stealing if it means Kim Namjoon is going to kill us over it!”

“That doesn’t make any sense at all!”

“Oh like you ever make sense! You could have warned me that—”

“Look out!”

Jungkook grabbed you by the elbow and hauled you back as quickly as he could, the both of you skidding across the dirt and falling backwards just inches from the ravine you had almost ran right into. 

You fought to catch your breath, clutching onto Jungkook just as tightly as he was clutching onto you. The two of you helped each other stand, looking over the edge of the ravine into the churning waters of the river. 

Jungkook glanced back at the rapidly approaching vehicle holding Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok. You couldn’t take your eyes off of the water though. The way that the opposite side of the ravine was positioned, you couldn’t see that the chasm was even there until you were right on it. 

“How high do you think it is?” 

“Uhhh, fifty meters give or take a few,” Jungkook mumbled, running his hands through his hair. 

“Can we survive a jump that high?”

“Uhhh, not sure.”

“You keep answering with ‘uhhh,’ and it’s not making me feel any better.”

You could hear Namjoon getting closer, but they weren’t shooting anymore which meant they had probably run out of bullets too. At least there was that. 

“Y/N.” 

Jungkook stuffed the skull into his knapsack, securing the straps tightly, then grabbed you by the shoulders. You could hear Namjoon more clearly, there were probably going to run you and Jungkook over in about fifteen seconds. At least the skull would be destroyed, too.

“Y/N, listen to me.”

You didn’t listen. 

“Y/N, I love you!”

You finally snapped back to reality. 

“What?!”

“Just kidding, I just needed to distract you for a second. Sorry about this!”

Before you could even think to scream, Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and sent the two of you careening over the edge of the ravine. 

**

You dragged yourself up onto the river bank with coughs that racked your whole body. Mud seeped through your linen pants, and your dripping wet hair was definitely going to give you pneumonia if you didn’t get warm soon. 

Your lungs expelled the nasty river water violently, bringing up some bile with it too. As soon as you could breathe, you pushed past the pain all over your body and looked around you. 

“Jungkook?” you croaked, your voice hoarse from all of the coughing. You were alone on the riverbank. “Jungkook!”

Shit, shit, shit. 

You were getting frantic now, your pain the last thing on your mind as you scrambled to your feet and looking all around the riverbank. 

“Jeon Jungkook!” You screamed. 

And then you saw it. A familiar, stupidly round head bobbing in the river just ahead of you. 

“Kook!” 

You flung yourself back into the icy waters without a moment of hesitation, swimming the ten or so meters out to wear his body was. 

You grabbed him around the waist, noting but not caring that his knapsack with the crystal skull was still safely secured to his person. 

You miraculously managed to keep his and your head above water as you swam back to the riverbank, unceremoniously dropping his body to the muddy bank, his long legs still in the water.

“Oh no,” you murmured, hands shaking as you hovered them over Jungkook’s chest. 

He wasn’t breathing. His head was flopped to the side away from you, wet hair sticking to his forehead. 

“No, no, no.” You put your head to his chest, but the ringing in your ears had you completely useless. “Kook, no, you can’t … no, no!”

Thinking back to the one CPR class you took back in college when you and Jungkook met, you pried open his mouth and began blowing air into it.

“Chest compressions, chest compressions,” you muttered to yourself, sitting up on your knees and leaning your whole body weight into the motions. 

Jungkook remained still. 

You knew you were crying because the river water still dripping from you was ice cold, whereas your teas streamed hot down your face. 

“You son of a bitch!” You screamed, hitting his still chest. “You drag me on this crazy adventure, get me shot at, have me run through a damn jungle without one of my shoes! I jumped out of a car for you! Then you throw me off of a cliff?!” You’re hysterical, your nose running as you cry over Jungkook’s still form. “And then you tell me you love only to follow it up with ‘just kidding?!’ I hate you!”

On pure instinct you slam your fist into Jungkook’s chest, which led to you promptly screaming as his body convulsed, river water shooting out of his mouth as he began coughing and inhaling deep, wet breaths. 

“Holy shit!” You reach out and help him sit up, leaning his body into yours and hitting him on the back to help expel the water from his lungs. “Jungkook, oh my — I thought you were dead!” 

“I think I was,” he gasped out, taking in a deep breath as he looked up at you. “Hey, did you just hit me?”

Well that dried up your tears. 

You huffed, letting him go and standing up quickly, which led to him falling sideways further into the mud. You stomped into the water, shivering as you splashed water on your face to clean your runny nose and teary eyes. 

“Yes, I hit you!” You shouted, whirling back around him but then spluttering as your wet hair slapped you in the face. “And I saved your life too, you’re welcome for that by the way! I’d think you’d be using your first words back from the dead to say, oh I don’t know, thank you?! Or perhaps something along the lines of ‘I’m sorry I threw you off a cliff?’”

“It wasn’t a cliff, it was a ravine.”

You could only stare slack-jawed as Jungkook pushed himself up with a grunt, coughing a few more times as he pushed his wet hair back from his face and shrugged off his knapsack and brown leather jacket.. Any other time you might have been ogling his muscles that were clearly on display beneath his wet white shirt, but at that moment you were primarily focused on not tossing him back into the stupid river.

“And I saved your life first, so really you should be the one thanking me,” he continued, grinning like an idiot as he checked his knapsack and saw that the crystal skull was still safe. 

“M-Me?” You spluttered. “Me — thank you, I — are you joking?!”

“Not at all. Hey, where’s your other shoe?”

“I lost it! When I jumped out of Namjoon’s vehicle after jumping out of your vehicle to save your life the first time! So I will not be thanking you, no siree, nuh-uh.”

“You jumped out of Namjoon’s vehicle?” he asked casually, stuffing the skull pack into his knapsack and taking a few casual steps towards you. 

“I — yes, I did!” You shouted, fury dancing across your features as he nodded as if you had just commented on the weather or something else equally boring. “And it was awesome, thanks for asking. I was willing to die for you to get away with the skull and how do you repay me? How, Jeon Jungkook? Oh I remember! You ran out of gas.” 

“I didn’t really run out of gas, I just said that so you wouldn’t waste time yelling at me for coming back for you.”

It was the wave of his hand in your direction along with those words that did you in. With a gutteral scream you marched into his space, fully prepared to sock him in the jaw, only to be met with his strong hands pinning your arms to your side and pulling your body flush against his. 

“Jeon Jungkook I swear I’m going to—”

You were silenced as his cold lips descended upon yours, kissing you with such an intensity it made your already woozy head spin even more. Your eyes fluttered shut and you wished you could have blamed your injuries for the way you positively melted against him, but you knew deep down it was because it was him. 

Jungkook’s lips parted yours with a shaky breath, his hands moving up to cradle your face when he realized that you weren’t planning on attacking him anymore. You were both shivering, but both reluctant to pull away. The only sounds were the river gurgling behind you and your heavy breathing as he continued to kiss you until you saw stars.

Finally, just as you were starting to feel warm all over, Jungkook pulled away with a deep gasp. He didn’t go far though, and you could feel every inch of him pressed against you. Your body was still trembling, but now it wasn’t from the cold. 

“I …” You gulped, licking your lips as you fought for breath. You elected to ignore the smug grin on Jungkook’s now swollen lips as you looked up at him. “I thought you said you were just kidding.”

“Oh I was,” he said simply. 

Your eyes bugged out of your head and you suddenly wished you hadn’t pulled him out of the river. 

“At least then I was,” he clarified, not perturbed at all at your expression. In fact, he just grinned and kissed the tip of your nose. “But then I saw that you were still alive and that you had saved me—”

“Twice.”

“That you had saved me twice, and I … I realized that I’ll take getting shot at and jumping off cliffs—”

“Ravines.”

“—Ravines, if it means that you’re alive. I’ll take on any adventure as long as it’s with you.”

Tears were welling up in your eyes again, but this time you didn’t mind. 

“I love you, Y/N. No jokes this time.”

“Throwing me off of a ravine is not a joke.”

“Maybe not a good one. But hey, it’s a hell of a first date, you gotta admit.”

You grinned up at him. “I love you too, you insane man.”

Just as Jungkook was leaning down to kiss you once more, both of you smiling like idiots and covered in river water, mud, and blood, a voice cut across the ravine.

“Jeon Jungkook! Y/N!”

The two of you turned, still clutching onto one another as you looked up to the opposite side of the ravine where Kim Namjoon stood, Yoongi and Hoseok flanking him. He was covered in dirt and there was a nasty gash on his arm, and his two goons were in equally rough shape.

“That crystal skull is mine! You won’t get away a second time! I’m going to make you wish you—”

“Oh shut up!” You shouted back across the ravine. 

Hoseok laughed as Namjoon froze, clearly surprised, which led to Yoongi elbowing Hoseok hard enough to make him stumble and lurch backwards away from the edge, falling on his ass in the process. 

Jungkook looked down at you and laughed with abandon, and you smiled at him widely. His laugh was the best sound in the world, especially after the insane day you’d had. 

“I love you,” you murmured. 

“And I love you. No jokes.”

“No jokes,” you affirmed, pressing your lips to his firmly. “Alright, we gotta go. Making out with you is great and all, but I’m missing a shoe and we still have to get that skull out of here.”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

[7nosecrinkle7]

Kitten Conundrum

Alex paced back and forth across her dining room and kitchen area. Maggie was nearly an hour late coming home for their regular date night, and the last she had heard from her she was on her way with her partner to investigate a suspect. That was four hours ago. They’d changed their night to a casual one, but she was still really late. The last time Maggie was this late…

Cutting off Alex’s spiraling thoughts, the door to their apartment opened and a disheveled, flustered Maggie stumbled through. She dropped her duffle unceremoniously in the entryway and swung the door shut with a thud.

“Babe, are you okay?” Alex asked, stepping toward her fiancée.

Hih.. Hih’GNXT’shu! *Snnff* Was the itchy, breathy response Maggie gave her.

“Bless you,” Alex said on instinct. 

“Thanks,” Maggie said furiously rubbing at her nose.

When she looked up, Alex gasped in concern, “Oh, babe. What happened?”

The light dusting of makeup Maggie usually put on in the morning was long since rubbed off. Her tanned cheeks were flushed, her nose a deepening shade of red. Her eyes were a light shade of pink. She had brought up both hands now, rubbing at the offending appendage. Alex’s beautiful fiancée was in the throes of one of her allergy attacks. 

Keeping one hand firmly against her nose, Maggie mumbled congestedly, “suspect ran--” *Snnff* “--nd broke into the humane society animal rescue to hihh--hide.”

“Yikes. Here, let’s get you--” Alex stopped talking when Maggie shook her head and stepped back.

Her head tipped back, eyebrows and eyes scrunched, and her lips parted open hitching. Hiih.. Heeeh, hih...  In one motion, she bent over bracing her hands on her knees.

Hii -- haPNCHhoo… hatCHIEWw… After two desperate sneezes, Maggie put a hand over her nose and pinched it shut. hNXxxcht… One last one escaped.

Alex came over and rubbed her back. Maggie sniffled heavily, not moving her hand away.

“Bless you… Babe, you know it’s not good to stifle like that,” Alex said with concern.

“I know, but if I don’t, I won’t stop sneezing.” Maggie was insanely congested at this point and was nearly impossible for anyone to understand her… Except Alex.

Alex guided her over to the couch and sat her down. Next, she went and grabbed the box of tissues that sit on Maggie’s side of the bed. 

“Here, blow,” Alex said, handing some over to her.

Maggie, to her credit, did try to blow her nose. But it just didn’t work.

“‘m too congested,” Maggie sighed stuffily.

“It sounds like you need a shower -- wash all that dander and fur off of you. It’ll loosen up your congestion too.”

The only response Alex received was a brief nod. Maggie was too consumed rubbing her nose and her streaming eyes. She still would not remove her hand from holding her nose shut.

“I’ll go start the shower.”

** Four hours earlier at the NCPD precinct **

Maggie was typing furiously on her computer, her phone sandwiched between her right ear and her shoulder. 

-- “We should be wrapping up in the next thirty minutes and then I’ll be home,” Maggie said to her fiancée.

-- “Sounds good, babe. Just be safe. I just got home. I’m going to shower and get ready.”

“Sawyer!” Her partner, Detective Romero, shouted her name and jogged up to her desk. “We’ve got a lead on our suspect. You good to go?”

Maggie sighed. Alex must’ve heard him over the phone.

-- “Don’t worry about fancy date night babe. I could use a night-in anyway. We can postpone until we both are off this weekend.”

-- “If you’re sure?” Maggie asked. She hated having to push their date nights off. They always tried to keep Thursday nights as their standing date for just them. With two busy careers in the NCPD and DEO, they hardly had time to sit-down together.

-- “I’m sure, babe. Just be safe, okay? See you in a few hours?”

-- “Always, Danvers… I gotta run, but I’ll see you at home. Love you.”

-- “Love you too, Mags.”

Maggie hung up her phone and grabbed her keys and oversized police jacket. 

“Where are we headed Romero?”

“About 30 minutes East to Peach Street. Suspect was last spotted hanging in one of the alley-ways.”

… … … … … … … … … … 

“NCPD, LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS!” Maggie yelled when their suspect was within sight. He was standing over a burn-barrel warming his hands. He was wanted for several burglary charges including an attempted armed bank robbery earlier that day.

The suspect’s head popped up, eyes wide. Naturally, he bolted out the other end at full speed. 

“Shit, we’ve got a runner.” Maggie holstered her weapon and took off after him, Romero on her heels but slightly slower. 

Breathing hard, Maggie’s adrenaline kicked in. She found herself gaining on the suspect.

They were coming up to a dead end with a chain-linked fence ahead of them. The suspect was nimble enough to throw himself up and over.

Maggie hoped Romero was able to find a way to cut him off because she was growing annoyed with this chase. She huffed and groaned but went up and over the fence behind him. Her landing, however, was less than graceful. She landed with a grunt and twisted her left ankle. 

“Great,” she muttered to herself and kept running.

By the time she caught up, the suspect had broken a window into the nearby building and crawled inside.

Maggie made eye contact with Romero as he arrived. He went around back and she followed the suspect through the window.

She dropped into what looked like a storage room, the door leading into the rest of the building was still swinging from the suspect running. She took off in the direction the door led and heard the sound of cage doors rattling from the next hallway over.

Maggie rounded the corner in time to catch a glimpse of the suspect noisily tripping over a garbage can in his path. He yelled in pain, and continued to drag himself out towards the door. What grabbed her attention though, was the several swinging cage doors.

“Oh no,” Maggie murmured, eyes opening wide. In front of her were about a dozen cats out either chasing each other or waltzing around in the middle of her path to the suspect. Maggie hadn’t been paying attention to the building but it became quickly apparent that they ended up in the local animal shelter. 

Maggie held her breath. As quickly as she could, she sped through the clowder of cats and out the back door. She heard her partner yell at the suspect to stop.

When Maggie got around the corner, the suspect was heavily favoring his left foot and had reached back to pull something out of his back pocket. She dove at him, bringing him down and kicked away the gun. Romero ran over and helped subdue the suspect. He got his handcuffs on him, and then decided to also use Maggie’s to keep him seated and chained to the fence while they waited for their backup to show up.

“You read him his rights,” Maggie said as she pulled out her phone. “I’m gonna see if I can get a hold of the owner of this place. He opened the cages of at least 12 cats.” 

… … … … … … … … … …  

With backup on the way, Maggie went ahead and called for medics for the suspect, who was moaning and groaning about his leg. Maggie could feel her own ankle swelling against her shoe and had half a thought to maybe get it checked when the paramedics showed up.

Maggie braced herself and entered the animal shelter again. Almost immediately she was greeted by no less than five cats, all of which seemed convinced she had food or catnip.

“I’m going to regret this,” she said as she took another step into the main caged area for cats. At the very least, she was thankful their suspect hadn’t also released dogs or they would have an even bigger mess to deal with.

She had connected with the owner of National City’s Humane Society/Animal Rescue on the first try. At the pleading of the owner, Maggie agreed to get whatever cats she could and put them into the individual cages. They’d sort out the right order later, but the woman did not want the cats wandering about for the 30 minutes it was going to take her to arrive. 

When Maggie asked Romero if he would do it while she babysat their suspect, he begrudgingly admitted that he was scared of cats. Something about an evil childhood pet and his ex-wife, Maggie hadn’t really paid close attention. But he was definitely doing all of the paperwork to make up for it.

The five closest cats were simultaneously rubbing at her ankles already. Maggie bent down and picked one up. She held the purring cat close to her. 

“You’re kinda cute,” she said as she placed it in the nearest cage. Maggie shut the door and latched it.

She brushed her hands together to rid the excess fur from her skin. 

“That wasn’t so bad,” she mumbled to herself. That sentiment was reversed not ten seconds later though, when she bent at the waist with a forceful, desperate sneeze. 

HuhESShheWw!…

“Ugh,” she groaned and sniffled. Maggie wiggled her nose a few times and swiped at it with the back of her wrist. 

“New reaction record… Two minutes.”

She picked up the next cat and put it in the adjacent cage. The process repeated itself with a little more force. She barely had time to bring her arm up.

hUHEsshh-eksshh… hiih uhhh... hihGNXKshew… 

Maggie sniffled before stifling a near silent h--ngt into her elbow. She hoped the owner arrived a lot sooner than in 30 minutes.

** HOME **

Alex took care of Maggie’s dander and fur-ridden clothes and immediately took them down to start the laundry. To give her fiancée some extra time, Alex took the stairs. By the time she entered their apartment again and located the Benadryl stash, the shower had been shut off.

She could hear Maggie blowing her nose and the lid of the trash can shut. A moment later, she exited the bathroom looking a little more relaxed.

Maggie was in a pair of her pajama shorts and one of Alex’s larger t-shirts. As she made her way across the room, Alex noticed a distinct limp.

“Babe, what happened?” She asked and came over to help her.

“Sprained it jumping over a fence. Paramedics wrapped it, but I had to take it off to shower. Can you wrap it again for me, please?” She scrubbed at her eyes and sighed.

“Of course I can. I’m sorry your night went this way.” Alex said sympathetically. She rubbed Maggie’s back and went to move away to grab the ace wrap, but Maggie held on.

Alex fully embraced her into a hug and they stood there for a moment. Maggie wasn’t big on hugs but when work got particularly hard or she wasn’t feeling well, she could become just as clingy as the Danvers sisters.

Alex heard Maggie sniffle and the hitch that followed, but she didn’t let go. Maggie turned into Alex’s hoodie covered shoulder and stifled two sneezes against her. Huh--nxt… nxgt… She sniffled heavily. Alex rubbed soothing strokes up Maggie’s back.

“It’s okay, Mags. You can let them out.”

Maggie knew she needed the relief and was too tired to fight the allergic reaction anymore.

Alex felt her tense before she gave into the fit.

Hih! hiitCHIEWw.. Hih huh HihESShheWw!… hUHEsshheW--eksshhew… *snff* *snff*

“Bless--”

Hiih--hihUHEssshoO!... Hih’GNXT’shu… *snff*

“Done?”

HuhESHheww! *snf*

Maggie pulled back, fanning at her face before pinching her nose shut and stifling another couple sneezes. 

Hih.. Hih’NNXT’chu!... hNXxxcht.

She sniffled hesitantly before rubbing her nose roughly. 

“Bless you!” Alex said, concerned. She grabbed the box of tissues and handed a few to Maggie.

“Thandk you,” she said taking them and blowing her nose.

“I got Benadryl out in case the shower didn’t help. Do you want me to get you one and some water?”

“Ndo,” Maggie said and sniffled again, the congestion starting to clear somewhat. “The paramedics gave me a shot. This is actually a lot better than it was. I thought I was going to have to call you to pick me up. They said if the reaction hasn’t tapered out by ten then I should dose up on more Benadryl.”

“Okay,” Alex leaned in and gave Maggie a kiss on her cheek. 

She helped Maggie to the sofa. Alex made short work of gently wrapping Maggie’s ankle and propping it up on extra pillows. Maggie had turned on a random movie while Alex put ice on her ankle and joined her on the sofa. She laid back into Alex’s waiting arms. They were both snuggled under the large blanket they kept on the sofa.

Just as Maggie got totally comfortable, she found herself burying her nose into the blanket. 

Hih -- HhmMPShu… huhesshew!

“Bless you, Mags.”

Maggie took the offered tissues and blew her nose softly.

“Thanks,” she sighed and yawned. 

Maggie turned in Alex’s arms so she could snuggle into her chest. The exhaustion of the evening was finally catching up to her.

Alex felt Maggie relax in her arms. She was sure Maggie’s captain had already given her tomorrow off. Alex would call off in the morning, too, so she could spend the day with her. They could start their weekend a little early.

Maggie’s soft, congested snores slowly lulled Alex to sleep as well, movie now forgotten.

[camillemontespan]

ten years from now [AU. drake walker x camille montespan] [part six: emerald green]

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Warnings: NSFW.

Another day of lockdown, another chapter!

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Liam and Camille had a very awkward breakfast with the Walkers - it seemed that everyone had heard Camille the night before. Bianca had teased them by saying, ‘enjoy your nightcap last night, then?’ Liam was slightly hungover and demolished the eggs and bacon set out for him, making sure to shower Bianca with compliments. 

Drake focused on drinking his coffee and avoided looking at Camille. If he did, he knew he would be dealing with a boner under the breakfast table.  Camille studiously ate her toast while trying to make small talk with Savannah, to no avail as Savannah kept shooting daggers at her and Liam. Because she hadn’t been able to sleep due to Camille’s groans and cries, Savannah had been awake since 3am and she was not happy. She had her hands full with Bartie, who was being particularly demanding this morning. 

Bianca was reading the Applewood Gazette and announcing the news in a bid to lift the mood of the room. ‘Oooh the Beaumonts are hosting a Bash this weekend!’ Bianca cooed. ‘It says invitations will be posted asap.. I wonder if we’ll get one?!’ 

Bianca had been hopeful ever since her chat with Bertrand. 

Drake rolled his eyes. ‘I hope not.’

Liam frowned. ‘What’s wrong with the Beaumont’s? I liked them.’

Savannah laughed dryly. ‘Nothing,’ she said. ‘It’s just Drake. He hates social events. Such a loner.’

‘I prefer to be a loner than a desperate social climber,’ Drake muttered. Savannah’s eyes narrowed and she kicked him hard in the leg. 

‘OW!’

‘I’ll aim higher next time,’ Savannah hissed. 

Camille kept her eyes on her toast, ignoring the sibling squabble. She knew that Drake had overheard her last night and she wasn’t proud of herself. He had been right next door! Why hadn’t she just stopped Liam before he started to get her all worked up? How embarrassing. 

Once breakfast was finished, Liam and Camille bid goodbye.  Drake was relieved to see them go. He was about to escape to see Lone Star when Savannah grabbed him by the arm. ‘Come into town with me,’ she said. 

‘Sav, why?’ he groaned. ‘I need to sort out the horse-’

‘I need your brotherly opinion about what to wear for the Bash!’

Drake sighed. ‘We haven’t been invited.’

‘Yet,’ Savannah corrected him. ‘Yet. I need to be prepared.’

Drake closed his eyes. ‘I know nothing about fashion-’

‘Duh, I know that,’ Savannah said. ‘But I still need a second opinion.’

‘Ask mom!’

‘No!’ Savannah protested. ‘She’ll pick something.. Floral. Or dull. I need someone with me who has younger taste. Besides, we can catch up.’

Drake clocked what she was doing. This wasn’t a shopping trip. This was an interrogation about him and Camille.

*************************************************

Savannah was picky. Incredibly picky. Anything Drake suggested, she would shoot down in flames. 

‘What’s wrong with that one?!’

‘It looks like something a 50s housewife would wear!’ Savannah cried, pushing past Drake to inspect another rail. Drake exhaled, trying to gather patience. 

‘It would help if you told me what you’re looking for. Gimme something, Sav.’

Savannah sighed and perused the rails. ‘I want something that says I’m more than just a mom who got knocked up aged 18.. Like, I am so much more. I am sexy and intelligent. I deserve a seat at the table.’

Drake blinked. ‘I meant a colour but yeah, whatever you say..’

‘I will know it when I see it,’ Savannah said, picking up a dress before putting it back. ‘It will speak to me.’ 

She continued to look through the rails. Drake sat down on a chair, defeated. He would just be patient and wait instead of suggesting anything. Before he could take his phone out of his pocket, Savannah spoke.

‘So, Camille…’

Drake sighed. ‘Yes?’

‘You’ve been hanging out a lot recently..’

God, her tone was so.. probing.

‘Yeah, well, we’ve reconnected,’ Drake muttered. 

Savannah held up a blue dress against her body before tutting and putting it back. She glanced at her brother. ‘I can see that,’ she said. ‘All the inside jokes are coming back. The flirting-’

‘We aren’t flirting!’ Drake interrupted.

Savannah scoffed. ‘You absolutely are! Oh my God, Drake, it’s so obvious! The banter! Calling her by her last name! The looks.. Oh my god, the looks.’

‘The looks?’

Savannah placed her hand on her hip and gave Drake a steady stare. ‘You both keep looking at each other when you think the other isn’t looking.’

Drake reacted in the worst way possible to this information; he blushed.  Savannah pointed at him, looking triumphant. ‘I knew it!’ she cried. ‘You love her!’

‘Shhh, Sav!’ Drake hissed, as if worried the dresses on the rails were going to spill his secrets.  ‘I don’t!’

‘Oh please. The feelings are coming back.’

Drake stood up, shaking his head. ‘Alright. You can get the bus home.’

Savannah grabbed him by the arm. ‘I’m just looking out for you,’ she explained softly. ‘I don’t want to see you get hurt. Or do something stupid.’

‘Like what?’ Drake asked. ‘What would be stupid? She’s getting married, Sav. I’m not an idiot.’

Savannah sighed. ‘Look, I’m sorry. I’m just worried. I don’t think you both realise how big this could get if you’re not careful.’

‘She leaves in a week,’ Drake told her. ‘I won’t see her again until the wedding and then I won’t see her again for the rest of my life so to be honest, Sav, I think I’ll be fine.’

Savannah didn’t look like she believed him. She told him so. Drake let out a frustrated groan and began to walk through the store towards the exit. ‘Get the bus back, Sav!’

‘Drake, wait!’ Savannah rushed after him and continued to walk beside him as they strode through the mall. ‘Drake, stop walking so fast! I was just looking out for you. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret-’

Drake spun around to face her. ‘Savannah,’ he said, his voice firm. ‘I’m an adult. I can make my own decisions. I’m not an idiot. Just trust me, okay? I’m not going to do anything with Camille. She’s getting married. That’s it. Now, can we please just find you a fucking dress so we can go home?’

Savannah sighed. ‘Fine,’ she finally said. ‘But don’t say I didn’t warn you-’

‘I get it, Sav.’

The siblings entered a new store and didn’t discuss Camille for the rest of the shopping trip. 

*************************************************

The coveted Beaumont Bash invitation arrived in the post two days later. Bianca and Savannah had jumped around screaming happily while Drake dragged himself outside to look after Lone Star. 

She had been his horse since he was twelve. He loved her so much; always had, always will. The horse was keen to get out of the stable for a ride and Drake was happy to indulge her. She needed the exercise anyway. 

He rode her gently down the dirt path, deciding to go for a trip around the ranch. Drake wore a checked shirt loose over a white vest and his grubbiest jeans. ‘There’s a good girl..’ he coaxed her as she cantered down the path. ‘Feels good to be out, right?’

Lone Star cantered further down the road until Drake could see Camille’s grandma’s house. He was about to turn the horse back but stopped when he saw Camille was sitting out on the porch. She waved at him. 

‘Yeah, look, it’s your old friend,’ Drake murmured to Lone Star. ‘Remember Camille? You loved her.’

Lone Star wickered in response. Camille stood up and began to walk towards Drake and Lone Star. Drake swallowed as his eyes studied her; she was wearing tiny denim shorts and a black vest that hugged her breasts and showed a strip of flat, toned stomach. 

‘Hey Drake. Oh my gosh, is this Lone Star?!’ Camille cried, running towards them now. She reached the horse and held out her hand for Lone Star to sniff. 

‘It’s your girl,’ Drake confirmed. 

A wide smile broke out on Camille’s face. She looked delighted to see the horse; her eyes were dancing. ‘I don’t have any apples for you, babe,’ she said softly. 

Drake reached into the bag that was slung around his body and handed her an apple. Camille giggled and held it out for Lone star. ‘Or do I?!’

Drake chuckled and watched as Camille fed Lone Star the apple. ‘You are so gorgeous..’ she whispered, her eyes fixed on Lone Star. ‘I missed you.’

‘She missed you too,’ Drake said, trying to be light. He saw Camille blush and wished he hadn’t said anything. He smiled though as Camille continued to speak to Lone Star in hushed tones, the smile remaining on her face. 

She looked up at him now. ‘Having a nice ride?’

‘Yeah, it’s good,’ Drake said. ‘You just hanging out on the porch?’

‘Yeah,’ Camille said. ‘Liam is napping, grandma’s planting more flowers. I have a few hours to spare until dinner.’

Drake nodded, letting a silence descend on them. He was not going to invite her to join him for a ride. He was not going to give Savannah any more reasons to lecture him. But the silence between them was excruciating..

‘Can I join you and Lone Star?’ Camille suddenly asked.  ‘Me and my girl gotta catch up.’

Drake swallowed. ‘Uhhh..’

Camille turned red. She had realised that it was an awkward suggestion. ‘It’s cool,’ she said. ‘Are you going to the Bash? I’ll be there so we can talk then-’

‘Montespan,’ Drake said, interrupting her bluntly. She stopped talking and looked up at him nervously. 

‘You wanna ride Lone Star?’ Drake asked her.

Camille’s eyes darted to the horse. ‘Uhhh..’

‘She’d love it,’ Drake murmured softly. 

Camille blushed again. ‘Okay,’ she said. ‘Let me up.’

Drake jumped off the horse and helped Camille climb up onto Lone Star. He held her hands as she steadied herself and helped her fix her feet into the stirrups. ‘Not the best horse riding wear,’ he teased.

‘Says you who is wearing jeans?’ she shot back, raising an eyebrow. Drake chuckled and watched as Camille leaned close to Lone Star’s head.

‘Shall we get him to chase us, girl?’ she asked. 

‘Don’t you dare..’ Drake breathed.

Camille gave Drake a wink and dug her heels into the horse. Lone Star began to trot up the road before increasing her speed, breaking into a run.

‘Camille!’ Drake shouted. ‘Give her back!’

‘Gotta catch me first!’ Camille hollered over her shoulder. 

Drake cursed her and raced after them, trying not to laugh as Camille whooped and cheered.

Camille brought Lone Star to a stop further down the road and waited for Drake to catch up. He was panting heavily as he reached them. ‘You dick..’ he muttered.

Camille giggled. ‘Sorry, I couldn’t resist.’

Drake shook his head, smiling, and took hold of the reins. He began to lead the horse up the road, letting Camille relax astride her back. He and Camille chatted easily, like old times. 

As Drake guided the horse, Camille looked down at him and felt her heart flutter. Clearing her throat, she tried to settle herself and stop the fluttering that she hadn’t expected to feel.

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Savannah had chosen a fuschia bodycon dress to wear to the Beaumont Bash. To her, it said she was sexy and intelligent. To Drake, it showed too much of his sister’s skin. 

Bianca was wearing an elegant teal trouser suit with nude heels. Her hair had been blowdried by the best hairdresser in town and she was ready to go three hours before they were due to leave the ranch. Bianca was that prepared. 

Drake had hired a suit. He refused to wear the too small suit in his closet and so had enlisted Savannah to join him at a tailor shop. With her help, he had found a black suit, new black shoes and an emerald green pocket square that added a surprising pop of colour. The suit fit him perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and chest. As Drake examined himself in the mirror, he imagined being a bodyguard because that was what he looked like.

He whistled ‘I Will Always Love You’ by Whitney Houston as he trundled downstairs to join his mother and sister. They were waiting for the taxi to pick them up and they had agreed to pick up Gisele, Camille and Liam on the way. 

‘Wow, look at you!’ Bianca shrieked, clapping her hands as she saw her son. ‘You look so handsome!’

Drake grinned. ‘Thanks, ma.’

‘Taxi’s here!’ Savannah hollered. ‘Let’s go!’

The taxi drove them down the road to Gisele’s. Drake clambered out of the car and went to the front door to ring the bell. He waited until the door opened to reveal Camille. He let out a breath as his eyes took her in. 

She was wearing an emerald green silk bias cut dress and rose gold strappy heels. Her hair was arranged into a chignon and she wore emerald earrings that dangled from her ears just above her shoulders. 

‘Wow..’ Drake murmured, taken aback. ‘You look.. Wow.’

Camille blushed. ‘Thank you,’ she said softly. She studied Drake now, her eyes roaming over his body. ‘You look pretty handsome yourself, Walker.’

Drake was about to reply but was interrupted by Liam and Gisele who joined them. ‘Sorry, sorry, we’re ready now mon cherie!’ Gisele said quickly, arranging her red silk shawl around her shoulders. 

Liam clapped Drake on the back. ‘Looking good, Drake! You clean up nicely!’

‘You can be my date for the evening!’ Gisele teased, taking Drake’s arm and letting him lead her to the taxi. ‘All the girls will be so envious!’

‘Grandma…’ Camille groaned. 

Gisele shot her a wink and climbed into the taxi, cooing as she complimented Bianca’s hair.  Camille and Liam arranged themselves to sit beside Savannah. Savannah studied Camille and said with a knowing tone, ‘Camille, your dress matches Drake’s pocket square!’

Liam laughed and looked back and forth from Drake and Camille. ‘So you do!’ he said. ‘How fun!’ 

Drake wanted to throw the pocket square out of the window. 

**************************************************

The Bash’s theme was simple: Jewels. Everyone in attendance had to wear an outfit that was a rich jewel jone, hence why Drake had gone for an emerald pocket square. He refused to wear a green suit; fuck that. Pocket squares were as far as he was willing to go. 

Bertrand and Maxwell greeted their guests wearing matching suits made of gold brocade. Maxwell had golden glitter pressed on his cheekbones while Bertrand held a walking cane with a gold diamond set on top. He didn’t need a walking cane; he used it purely for decoration.

‘Drake Walker, you look so suave!’ Bertrand cried, shaking his hand. ‘Good to see you. And Camille, my beautiful little gem stone! Stunning! Green is absolutely your colour!’

Maxwell squealed. ‘You’re both matching!’ 

Drake and Camille both wished everyone would stop commenting on the fucking green. 

Liam was wearing a purple suit paired with a canary yellow tie. He usually wore reserved colours of grey, black and blue but as this was his first Bash, he wanted to push the boat out. As a result, Bertrand instantly fell in love with him. 

‘You look GORGEOUS! Where is this suit from?’ Bertrand asked. ‘And the tie? Liam, we simply must talk. Come to my table.’

He grabbed Liam and pulled him away. Bianca and Gisele were looking around the ballroom of the Beaumont Manor, excited to start dancing. Savannah was looking for people she could talk to that weren’t her brother; she found Madeleine and rushed over to bow at her feet. 

Drake and Camille smiled at each other, now that they are alone. ‘Bar?’  Drake suggested.

‘Lead the way,’ Camille said. Drake chuckled and placed his hand on her lower back as he guided her to the bar area. His touch burned through the silk of her dress. They stood at the corner of the bar and Drake raised his hand at the bartender. Camille let him order; he chose champagne for her, whiskey for himself. 

‘I want whiskey,’ Camille said softly, tugging on his sleeve. 

Drake chuckled. ‘Really?’

‘Really.’

Drake swapped her drink and watched as she sipped the amber liquid. He tried to ignore the butterflies that were flying around crazily like they were on acid in his stomach. But right now, she looked beautiful. 

Camille looked up to find him staring at her. ‘You okay?’ she asked.

Drake blinked as if brought back to earth. ‘Yeah, yeah..’

They drank their whiskies in silence. Camille looked around the room, watching people dance and laugh. They looked like they were having so much fun. 

Taking a chance, Camille cleared her throat. ‘Let’s dance.’

Drake laughed. ‘Uh, no. Thanks but no-’

‘Drake, come on! Let’s have a good time. We’re here to party, right?’

Drake groaned. ‘You know I hate dancing,’ he said. ‘I’m awful at it.’

Camille shrugged. ‘Who cares?’

She wasn’t going to give up. Knowing he was defeated, Drake tossed his whiskey down his throat and grabbed her by the hand. Camille let him drag her to the dancefloor as if he was approaching his execution. 

**********************************************************

Drake aged 17; Camille aged 16

‘Come on, Drake, shake that thing!’ Camille hollered over the music. ‘The song is telling you to!’

Drake rolled his eyes as he stood with his feet planted firmly to the floor in the middle of the ballroom. ‘I am not shaking my ass because ‘Sean da Paul’ wants me to,’ he told her. ‘Nah, I’m happy to just stand, thanks.’

Camille stuck out her tongue and proceeded to shake her ass. She ignored all the guys who were watching her with their mouths hanging open and she danced for Drake to make him laugh. 

They were at a party being thrown by the Beaumont brothers. There was no reason for this party other than Bertrand was feeling extra fun this weekend and so invited all the people he knew. 

Well. Drake hadn’t been invited. But Camille had and she had been given the option to bring a Plus One so of course, she dragged Drake along. He had told her that he was happy to just stay home, watch crappy TV and play video games but she insisted that he accompany her. 

So, here he was, watching Camille shake her ass. 

‘How about you just go home, Walker?’

Drake turned to see Neville standing behind him with a smug expression on his face. Drake and Neville never got along, mainly because Neville treated Drake like shit on his shoe. Neville’s family were upper class and rich, while Drake’s were… not. That was the black mark against Drake’s name in Neville’s opinion. Camille would have been tarred with the same brush, except Neville wanted to see her naked one day so he didn’t treat her like garbage, in his opinion. 

‘Neville. You’re here. Yay,’ Drake replied sarcastically. 

Neville’s lip curled. ‘Seriously. Go home. You’re not supposed to be here.’

‘He’s my friend so yes, he is supposed to be here actually,’ Camille piped up, ceasing her dancing. ‘So how about you fuck off?’

Neville smirked. ‘Charming. Camille, babe, how about you just keep dancing for us and little Drake here can run along back to the trailer park?’

‘I live on a ranch,’ Drake said tightly, clenching his fists.

‘Ranch, trailer park, same thing..’ Neville droned, examining a fingernail. Camille stepped forward, her eyes blazing with fire. 

‘You’re such a fucking asshole,’ she said. ‘Seriously, can you just leave us alone? What did we ever do to you?’

Neville chuckled. ‘You haven’t done anything to me, darling. Shame. I can think of some things you can do for me if you were so obliged-’

Drake shoved him hard, making Neville stumble. His eyes widened and he ran a hand through his coiffed hair, making sure it was still fixed in place. ‘How dare you!’

‘Nah man, how dare you?’ Drake muttered, advancing on him. ‘You talk to her like that again and I swear to God, I will come after you.’

‘Drake, it’s okay..’ Camille murmured, trying to pull him back. People were staring now, finding this showdown much more entertaining. She could see Bertrand and Maxwell walking towards them, Maxwell looking terrified while Bertrand looked like he was close to losing it. 

‘You feeling brave, Walker?’ Neville sneered. ‘Hit me.’

Drake smirked. ‘No need to ask me twice.’

Clearly, Neville had expected Drake to stand down. After all, Drake Walker was this quiet boy who stayed in the background. He didn’t stand up for himself. He was an easy target. So when Drake’s fist connected with Neville’s face, it was a complete shock. Neville fell to the floor, clutching his face and swearing. 

Drake stepped forward to do more damage but was stopped by Camille. ‘No, Drake! Stop! Please!’ 

Bertrand had reached them now. ‘Drake, Camille,’ he said in a low voice. ‘My study. Now.’

He grabbed Drake by the arm and together, the three of them strode through the ballroom and out to the corridor where the Beaumont study was located. Bertrand opened the door and shoved them both inside. 

‘Stay there until everyone is gone,’ he hissed. ‘I will come get you. I just don’t want Neville to cause more drama.’

He shut the door, leaving Drake and Camille in the study. 

Drake closed his eyes. ‘Camille..’

‘You idiot,’ Camille said bluntly. ‘You actual idiot.’

She was pacing the floor now, her heels echoing around the room. Drake listened as she began to rage. 

‘I didn’t ask you to hit him! You could have just walked away but instead, you hit him and now he’s going to target you at school on Monday! Do you realise how much I want you to make friends with other people who aren’t me? I’d love it if you could make more friends and be happy but with Neville out for your blood, there is no chance of that happening!’

‘Camille-’

Camille whipped around to face him. Drake was shocked to see tears glistening in her eyes. ‘‘I want us to just enjoy our last years of school together! I don’t want people insulting you or calling you trailer trash! I want them to see the Drake Walker I see! The kind goofball who has awesome taste in films but shit taste in music! The guy who can ride a horse and is so much fun to hang out with! It makes me sad, Drake. I want the best for you, that’s all I want..’

Drake was over to her in an instant. He grasped her hands tightly. ‘Camille, nobody is ever gonna see me the way you do,’ he told her, his voice thick. ‘Nobody. They see a guy who lives on a ranch, who wears clothes from discount stores and doesn’t have a dad. They see a loser.’

‘You’re not a loser-’

‘I am,’ he interrupted. ‘Camille.. Kids are evil. They make their mind up about you the first moment they see you. This is it for me. I’m gonna be the guy who is under the radar but will still get picked on when they feel like mixing it up a little. You have the potential to be anything here, you could be a fucking cheerleader or prom queen if you just stopped being my shadow-’

‘I’m your best friend,’ Camille bit back, venom filling her voice. ‘I am not your shadow. I don’t hang out with you out of pity, Drake! You’re the best person I know. You’re my best friend. I don’t wanna hang out with anybody else. You’re it for me. You’re Drake Walker, my best friend.’

Drake swallowed. ‘I.. I bring you down.’

‘Stop thinking that,’ Camille said. ‘You are amazing.’

Drake opened his mouth to protest but Camille pressed her hand against his mouth, silencing him. Drake looked into her brown eyes as she continued to speak. 

‘You are clever and kind and funny and cute. You make me laugh all the time and you tell me when I’m being a dick. You protect me and I protect you, that’s how we work. We look out for each other. You have my back. We’re partners. You make me feel like someone, you make me feel like I can do anything. I wish I made you feel that way too, Drake. I want you to know that you can do anything you want and you shouldn’t listen to a damn soul that tells you otherwise. I’ve got your back, always. I’m not leaving you. Okay?’

She lifted her hand away. ‘Okay?’ she repeated.

Drake couldn’t stop looking into her eyes. He hadn’t noticed that they were brown and decorated with gold flecks. They were beautiful. 

His eyes flicked down to her lips. She was standing so close to him. Camille’s cheeks turned pink as she became aware that he was studying her now. 

‘Drake..’ she whispered. 

Drake leaned down, his eyes remaining fixed on her mouth.  She tilted her head up and closed her eyes, parting her lips as she did so. 

The door burst open and Bertrand entered in a flurry of silk kimono. Drake and Camille sprang apart before their lips could touch. 

‘Right, everyone is out!’ Betrand announced. ‘Neville is gone. Now please, get out of my study, thank you.’

Drake and Camille’s faces were bright red and their hands were shaking. They left the manor together and never spoke of their near-kiss again. 

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Drake and Camille had danced but he really didn’t want to. He felt self conscious and awkward as they danced to the music, despite Camille’s attempts to make him feel better. 

‘You’ve definitely improved since high school!’ she cried over the music. ‘Like, much more smooth!’

‘I am embarrassing myself!’ Drake said. ‘Fuck it, I’m going..’

He turned on his heel and rushed off the floor to leave the ballroom, not realising how rude it was to leave a woman standing there. He needed space and time away from the crowds and pulsing music. 

He opened a door and let himself in, relieved. 

It was the Beaumont study. It hadn’t changed in years. Drake wandered over to the bay window to look outside at the courtyard, pretending he owned this manor and that this was his study. If only he had a glass of whiskey in his hand..

‘You can’t just abandon me, you know.’

Drake turned to see Camille standing at the door with her arms crossed. She didn’t look impressed. 

Drake winced. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘I just got overwhelmed-’

‘I get it,’ Camille said. 'You hate dancing, always have. I should have remembered.' 

She smiled weakly and stepped further into the room, looking around at the paintings of Bertrand and Maxwell's ancestors. The fireplace was lit and the lamps in the room cast a warm, cosy glow. Bertrand's desk stood in the corner, impeccably neat. 

Camille moved towards the desk. Drake watched her body as her silk dress clung to her delicate curves. She always moved smoothly and fluid, like a swan floating on water. Camille leaned against the edge of the desk and faced him, giving him a soft smile. 

'It's been a while since I've been in this room..' she said quietly, looking up at the ceiling. 

Drake chuckled. 'Same. Think last and only time I’ve been in this study was when I punched Neville and Bertrand imprisoned us inside here.' 

Camille rolled her eyes. 'You and Neville, my god.. He was such an asshole.' 

'Still is,' Drake told her, smirking. 'He hasn't changed.' 

Camille pulled a face which made Drake laugh. Camille grinned and pulled herself away from the desk to wander across to Drake. She looked out of the window. There was a comfortable silence until Camille broke it. ‘Can I address the elephant in the room?’

Drake frowned, curious.

‘Last night,’ she said. ‘I’m sorry if you overheard..’

Drake turned red. ‘It’s okay-’

‘No, it’s not,’ Camille interrupted. ‘It was rude and I’m sorry. You were next door. I feel embarrassed.’

Drake’s jaw set. ‘Nothing I haven’t heard before, Camille.’

Now it was her turn to go red. ‘Drake..’

Drake awkwardly ran a hand through his hair and chuckled despite himself. He looked out of the window again, placing his hands in his pockets. He sighed. ‘I remember the last time we were in here,’ he murmured softly. ‘I nearly kissed you.’

Camille looked down at the floor, a blush creeping up on her cheeks. ‘I know,’ she whispered. ‘I nearly kissed you too.’

Drake closed his eyes. He didn’t know why he had mentioned that. What was he trying to achieve here? More awkwardness? 

‘If you had..’ Camille said, her voice halting, ‘do you think we would have had more time together? Like.. as a couple?’

Was that a trick question?

Drake bit his lip. The two of them were keeping their eyes focused on the window, refusing to look at each other. For some reason, it made them more honest.

‘I think that if I had kissed you,’ Drake said, ‘it would have been the best decision I’d ever made.’

Camille let out a breath. She listened as Drake continued to speak. ‘We would have been together for longer. We would have had more time to establish a relationship before we went to college. Maybe I would have realised how special we were… instead of fucking it up.’

He was aware of Camille edging closer to him. He could smell her perfume that had notes of jasmine and musk. He took the chance to look at her from the corner of his eye; Camille was staring out the window with her chin raised and her jaw set. 

‘Camille-’

‘I’ve missed you,’ Camille suddenly whispered. ‘Now I’m back in Texas, I just keep remembering everything. Seeing you again brings it all back.’

Drake swallowed. ‘I’m sorry.’

He jumped when he felt her pinkie finger hook through his. Her eyes remained fixed on the window and the courtyard outside. Drake could feel his heart beginning to hammer against his chest. But he didn’t pull his pinkie away from hers.

Camille looked up at him now, her eyes filled with anguish. ‘Everything is coming back to me, Drake,’ she told him, her voice wavering. ‘Everything.’

Drake’s voice cracked as he replied, ‘Everything?’

Camille nodded. ‘Everything,’ she whispered.

The universe cracked open. Drake’s mouth crashed against hers in a moment of sheer adrenaline. His teeth caught on her lip, making her hiss, and his hand reached up to cup the back of her head as he deepened the kiss, his tongue twisting with hers. Camille let out a groan and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to her. 

Their bodies were up against each other. Drake’s hands swept down from her hair to run down her back, bunching up the silk fabric of her dress in his fists. Camille tugged on his lower lip with her teeth, making Drake let out a strangled groan. 

If they thought this was wrong, they didn’t say so. All of the passion that had fused their old relationship had ignited again, reminding them of how they had been. Their kisses were desperate and their hands fought to touch as much skin as possible, roaving  like wildfire. 

Drake pushed Camille towards the desk and picked her up to sit her on the edge. Camille pulled up the hem of her dress so she could move her legs to wrap around his waist. Her fingers pulled at his suit jacket, throwing it to the floor, before making quick work of his shirt buttons. 

The strap of her emerald dress had fallen down her shoulder. Drake kissed the bare skin of her shoulders, his lips trailing down her arm to make the strap fall down further. Camille’s head fell back as she closed her eyes to focus on the feel of his lips on her skin. He kissed the inside of her elbow which made her breath hitch.

‘Drake..’

He felt his body react as he heard her breathe his name. It had been so long since he had heard her say it in those low tones. His name was delicious on her tongue.

Drake reached for his belt buckle and unclasped it quickly. He pulled his trousers down, Camille watching him with wide eyes as he stripped. He stood before her now and he could see her eyes darken as she took him in. Without a word, Camille hitched up her dress and pulled down her lace thong. 

She spread her legs.

Drake’s lips crashed against hers again, the heat and desperation engulfing him again. He felt her hand wrap around his hard length, furiously pumping along the shaft.

‘Oh god, Camille..’ he groaned in her ear. 

‘Fuck me, Drake,’ she murmured in his ear. ‘Please.’

Their eyes met. This was the moment to stop. To think about what they were doing and the consequences of this. They needed to breathe, take some time, pull themselves back. 

But as he looked into her brown eyes that were decorated with gold flecks, Drake knew he was too far gone. Camille was too. 

Outside the study, due to the music coming from the ballroom, nobody could hear Drake’s low groans and Camille’s cries. Nobody could hear Camille shouting out Drake’s name. Nobody could hear Drake’s heavy breaths and pants as he brought himself closer to oblivion.

It was just Drake and Camille, caught in this illicit moment, lips desperately seeking each other, hands gripping onto skin, breaths hitching and catching as momentum built. Their clothes lay in an emerald green pile on the floor, leaving Drake and Camille stripped bare. 

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He Who Desires (3)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2533

Warnings: mention of violence. some graphic description of blood? slight flirting. an annoyed Bucky

A/N: The next part will definitely be the last part. I hope yall enjoyed this little extra mini series as much as I did writing it. I’m trying to get back to the other mini series I have so I’m, again, just getting out all the shitty writing so I could reserve the good writing for the other fics/ideas.

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Slowly, your eyes managed to flutter open enough to look at your surroundings, your mind already attempting to process the last thing you remembered before you blacked out.

Club. Bucky. Ryan. 

Fucking Ryan.

“Oh good you’re awake.” You heard someone speak from behind you, heavy steps making their way around until the man himself stood in front of you. Before you could ask anything, a heavy palm sounded across your cheek and you felt pain shoot through your neck from how hard your head fell.

“Tsk tsk tsk, not a word out of you. Wait till the boss herself hears who we have. It’ll be Christmas soon babe, you just gotta wait here.” Ryan massaged the palm of his hand before walking out of the room, leaving you cold and confused with two guards stationed at the door.

Meanwhile, Bucky was already on his way to the warehouse, refusing to wait until Steve and Natasha came to him. Sending them the GPS signal, he raced through the dark freeway up the mountain. If only he hadn’t looked away for that one second. He looked down for the hundredth time and tried to think of anything but them torturing you, most likely because of a stupid mistake he committed. 

Your mind ran a million miles a minute, trying to figure out where you and Bucky went wrong. Surely you didn’t make a mistake and there was no way in hell Bucky did either. Suddenly, the metal doors opened and in walked Ryan along with another woman behind him. 

“I didn’t believe it when they told me. You were always the best of us, never one to make a mistake, never one to miss a detail, not one to be easily distracted. Then again, I guess you can get distracted after all, considering you’re in this mess because of him. If only he kept his hands to himself, this little baby wouldn’t have been visible.” You shivered when the cool edge of the knife touched your shoulder and your blood began to boil. 

“Should’ve known you were behind this.” 

“Yes, as a matter of fact, you should’ve. I thought you’d figured it out by now but this little piggy got dumber with time.” You screamed and threw your head back when you felt the knife dig into your shoulder where your brand used to be. You felt her hands pull on your hair until your neck was bent at an ungodly angle. 

“This could’ve been yours as well. But you just had to go and grow a conscience.” 

“At least one of us grew a brain and saw how fucked up they treated us. Come on Delilah, you couldn’t possibly think it was always going to be sunshine and daisies with them did you?” You growled when she dug the knife deeper into your skin, already feeling numbness take over your entire left side.

“Baby, I could have given you sunshine and daisies. But you chose them over me.”

“No, that’s where you’re wrong. I chose myself over you.” You spat at her face and didn’t give her the benefit of knowing how much pain you were in. You were about to say something when you heard the distant sound of gunshots ring through the warehouse, smiling because you already knew who it was. 

But the relief was taken away instantly when you felt your shoulder dislocated by two hands, screaming and crying when the pain just kept getting worse. Delilah took hold of your chair and dragged you to the wall, telling her men to stand in front of her before holding a knife to your throat. Tears stained your shirt and you slowly started to lose consciousness, snapping towards the metal doors when you heard a loud thud coming after another.

Within seconds, the doors were slammed across the wall, and you smiled when you saw Bucky furiously step through the pile of dead bodies. 

“You better watch your next moves Sergeant or this little piggy is dead meat.” 

“You’re going to wish you thought this through  sweetheart.” Before Bucky finished that sentence, seven shots broke through the surrounding windows, leaving Bucky, Delilah and yourself the only ones alive.

You could feel her hands shaking and you wished you were awake enough to see what transpired next. As soon as she opened her mouth, Bucky didn’t think twice, throwing his knife your way and watching as it hit Delilah’s throat. He was in front of you within seconds, already trying to get your attention so you didn’t faint.

“Y/N, doll, you with me?” Bucky wiped the hair away from you face to take a better look at you, his heart shattering when he saw how faint you looked

“Y-yeah Buck.”

“This is gonna hurt love but I gotta do it to control the bleeding. On three okay?”

“Ahuhaa.” You whispered and watched as he frantically held your shoulder.

“One-” You bite your shirt when he pushed your shoulder back in its place, crying in pain when he wrapped his belt around your entire upper body to stop the bleeding.

“You said on three you asshole,” you said through sobs and Bucky was torn between laughing at your attempt at humor and watching as you cried while he did nothing to help you. Shifting his weight, he picked you up and apologized again when you asked him to slow down. He kept on talking to you and shook you a bit when you took a longer time to respond. But it was so much harder to stay awake and at some point, before you knew it, your head was falling back, and the last thing you heard were Bucky’s desperate attempts to keep you conscious as he ran to the quinjet.

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Shifting around, you brought your hand to your head and groaned when you felt pain shoot through your back to your upper arm, slowly opening your eyes and looking down to see what was happening.

“Hey, hey doll,” you looked up and saw Bucky standing from his chair, leaning down and cupping your cheek. You smiled up at him and leaned into his metal hand, finding comfort in the cool sensation against your skin. 

“Hi Buck, w-what happened?” Your voice was hoarse and you noticed the way Bucky frowned at your weak state.

“You passed out on me Y/N, nearly gave me a fuckin’ heart attack when you did. They uhhh, they took you into surgery. Nothing too dangerous, they just needed to make sure the bones were aligned and back in place before stitching your muscles.” Bucky sat near you, making sure you were comfortable before grabbing your hand and kissing it. 

“Doll, I’m sorry but I gotta ask, what happened? D-did they do anything?”

“Besides nearly tearing my shoulder out, no. You came just in time as a matter of fact.” You tried to laugh but Bucky was in no way okay with this.

“Who was she?”

“Oh man, I- before my time at Shield, I was part of this...underground clan for lack of a better word. It wasn’t too different from The Red Room except they had a different approach to training and making sure you were recognized everywhere.” You pointed to your shoulder and saw Bucky’s expression change when he saw the scar. 

“Delilah and I were friends, or I thought we were, until I realized she was the reason I was constantly chosen for the rather intense training sessions, like a guinea pig, to illustrate what was asked of us. She loved those sessions, especially when I was the one being tested. She’s capable of so much more Buck and that’s why I cannot be thankful enough for you coming at that time.” Bucky was attentive to everything you said and hated that you went through something like this but he knew he needed to continue asking, unable to bring Steve in to question you.

“Doll, what was this clan called?” “Buck, I can’t. I just can’t. If you knew what I did, what I was a part of...I- I can’t have you looking away from me.” Tears ran down your cheeks and you looked up when you saw Bucky wiping them away aggressively before making you look at him.

“Baby listen to me. There is nothing on this earth that will make me feel any differently about you. You know what I’ve done and yet you’re here. With me. Just trust me darlin’, please. That’s all I’m asking you to do, trust me.”

“Besa Avlonya, they were originally Romanian but by the time I joined, they were mostly Albanian.” You looked down and saw Bucky sending a quick text to Steve before standing up. Thinking he was leaving, your heart rate elevated and Bucky turned to the EKG machine, immediately sitting down and taking your hand in his.

“I ain’t goin nowhere Y/N alright. I know how much you hate hospitals and I’m gettin’ you outta here. You said you trust me right?” He waited until you nodded before getting up to call the nurse.

Thirty minutes later, you were slowly standing up to get dressed. You were about to raise your arm when Bucky asked you to wait. 

“Doll, let me call a nurse to help you out.”

“No. Just no.” You made sure he knew this wasn’t to be discussed but he continued to ask anyway. 

“Please babe it’s okay, she’ll just-”

“You do it then.” 

Whatever Bucky thought you were going to say, that was definitely not it.

“Y/N I can’t, it’s not-”

“You’ve already seen me in lingerie Barnes you might as well. What’s the difference?” You raised an eyebrow at his obvious distress.

“I ain’t takin’ advantage of you darlin’.”

“You aren’t taking advantage if I don’t mind you seeing me like this.” Your voice didn’t waver when you said it, wanting to make Bucky understand that you meant it. Without exchanging any more words, Bucky slowly walked towards you, asking silently if he could undo your gown and you rolled your eyes at him before turning around. 

Gently, you felt his fingers undoing the back of the gown before it dropped to the floor and you felt him move away to grab your shirt. When he turned around, Bucky’s breath caught in his throat because he didn’t expect you to turn around as well. His jaw clenched and you could tell he was annoyed by your obvious comfort with him, finding it very hard to keep his eyes on your face and not on your bare torso. 

Speaking of hard, he suddenly felt his jeans getting tighter by the second and he had you to thank for that.

“God fucking damn it Y/N.” Bucky whispered before approaching you and shoving your shirt down your neck before taking his time with your arm. Before you could say anything, Bucky was kneeling down and grabbing your leg to put through your jeans, taking his time so you wouldn’t trip or feel anything in your shoulder. When you were fully dressed, Bucky stood in your space, breathing down on you before grabbing your neck and pulling you to his lips. You wound your arm around him, moaning in annoyance when he pushed away almost immediately.

“As much as I want this, I know how quickly things will escalate with you.” Bucky grabbed your things before opening the door for you.

“Maybe I want things to escalate.”

“Don’t fuckin’ tempt me Y/N.”

“Is that a suggestion or an order Sergeant?” As soon as you called him by his rank, you heard the metal plates shift, smiling to yourself because you could tell he was both angry and turned on.

“Fucking hell.” Bucky whispered before walking ahead, leaving you amused and happy at how things turned out.

By the time you got back to the compound, you had managed to get on Bucky’s last nerve. Between briefing and dinner, Bucky was, in every sense of the word, done with your teasing and he left without bothering to say good night. You had spoken to Steve and Natasha and told them what happened at the warehouse, trying to give them any information that could potentially help them in finding out more about the secret clan. When you finished and saw Bucky had already left, you decided to go to Bucky’s room, hoping he wouldn’t turn you away because you teased him a little too much.

Reluctantly standing at his door, you were about to knock when it suddenly opened, revealing a still-angry Bucky.

“What do you want?” Bucky practically growled at you and you realized you may have taken it a bit far. When he saw you standing there, slightly afraid of opening your mouth, he held the door open to let you in. You walked in and looked around, noticing that this was probably the first time you’ve ever seen his place.

“I- ummm, didn’t mean to. No that’s not what I want to say. I’m...god this is stupid, I shouldn’t have come.” You tried to walk towards the door but found Bucky blocking it, watching as he slowly shut it before approaching you.

“What do you want Y/N?” Bucky asked again, this time more patiently than earlier.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight.” You avoided looking at him, shaking your head when you watched him walk away to his bedroom. He stopped at the end of the hallway before motioning for you.

“Well, aren’t you comin’ doll?” Bucky smiled when he saw your expression shift to a rather giddy one, watching as you skidded towards him before walking in to his room. Taking your shoes and socks off, you looked around and realized you didn’t change into your pajamas.

“Here, take this. “ Bucky handed you one of his shirts and saw you just look at it.

“J-James, I still can’t wear it but I don’t want to ask you because then you’ll think that I’m bothering you again and that’s the last thing I want to do considering what you’ve done for me in the last twenty-four hours but I honest to god can’t put this on by myself and I just-”

“Jesus Christ you talk too much.” Bucky shook his head before throwing his shirt on the bed, kneeling down to take each leg out of your pants before shutting his eyes and helping you out of your shirt. He quickly put his own shirt through your arms before walking to the other end of the room to shut off the lights. 

You sat down and watched his every move, your heart almost skipping a beat when he took his shirt off and laid down on the other side of the mattress.

“I run hot Y/N and I’d rather neither of us wake up sweating.” He heard your little snort and narrowed his eyes at you before whispering something in Russian, motioning for you to lay do so he could cover the two of you.

“Let me know if I hurt you!” Bucky whispered before scooting closer to you and laying his arm across your body.

“Sweet dreams doll.”

“Night James.” 

[corpse--diem]

Girls Just Wanna Be Shady | Marley & Erin

With: @detectivedreameater

Some peace and quiet. That’s all Erin wanted out of this day. The past few weeks had bled into each other until they’d been a garble of panic, blood, and tears. God, she was tired of it. Tired in general, really, but the dead never slept. So here she was, thankfully, back to work. This was normal. A very normal distraction. Until she heard the old lift machinery kicking to life across the room. Dale? Wasn’t he a little early for his usual pick-up? Erin reached for the scalpel on the table beside her, silently cursing herself for not just buying a goddamn gun for herself. Apparently people just thought it was okay to keep on waltzing the fuck into her basement like they owned the place. But that wasn’t who the elevator door opened up to. A woman, dark hair, attractive, and definitely not Dale. But judging by the black bag behind her, she couldn’t help but wonder if she knew him. “Sure. Just walk right in. This isn’t trespassing at all,” she shrugged, that tight knit of anxiety still bundled in her gut. Glanced at the bag behind the woman. “I’m guessing you don’t have any official paperwork for this one?”

“It’s not trespassing if I have a key,” Marley said nonchalantly. The bag behind her was slumped against the wall, the bitter remains of an old balam who had passed away in the middle of the night. She’d underestimated the strength of his heart, and found herself woefully stuck with a dead body at 2am. But it was okay, because Jack Nichols owed her one. Except, she suddenly found herself staring at someone else. Younger, attractive, nice cheekbones. Marley even pulled her sunglasses off, her red eyes glowing in the dim light of the basement she’d visited so many times. “Oh, shit,” she said, suddenly, “he’s dead, isn’t it?” She finally stepped off the elevator, glancing around. “You his daughter, then? He mentioned you a few times. Though he never mentioned how much nicer looking you are than him.” She gave a little smirk before pointing to the bag. “It’s a balam. Lots of good kitty parts in there for you to harvest. You...do still do this, right? I don’t have to like, re-uhhh...up our deal?” Slid her jacket back just enough to show the badge on her hip, giving Erin an innocent smile.

Erin did hear what this woman had to say. The words processed and sat there, waiting for her brain to react. But she was stuck staring at the red eyes she so nonchalantly revealed to her. Right. She was still talking. She knew her dad. Didn’t know her dad was dead though. Well, for good this time. Still fucking haunting her, apparently. “You have cats in there?” She narrowed her eyes. Balam. Was that a type of cat? Didn’t click right away that the bag was far too big for some housecat. When she flashed that badge, Erin actually felt her knees buckle, her chest tightening, like the wind had just been knocked out of her. Fuck this. This woman was a cop. It was over. Fuck fuck fuck. She’d be better, Erin remembered promising herself. She’d be better than he was. She wasn’t a coward. Not even close. It took a moment to gather her thoughts but she stood a little taller than before, meeting the red eyes watching her very carefully. “Jack’s dead, yeah. You’ll have to refresh me on that deal you two made. He didn’t exactly leave a lot of notes in his will about this side of the business, as you can probably imagine.”

“No, not cats,” Marley snapped, a little irritated. “A balam. It is in cat form, ironically, though. He woke up and freaked out and changed. Dumbass.” Clearly Erin didn’t know as much as her father did. Made Marley wonder if he was trying to get her out of this business when he kicked the bucket. In fact, he probably kicked the bucket trying that. He had too many clients for that to happen. The Nichols family was going to be in this business for generations to come, Marley was sure. “Hmm, poor Jack. My condolences, or whatever. Although, maybe not? Doesn’t seem like he left you a good deal, exactly. If you’re not...aware of all this.” She leaned up against the cadaver table and folded her arms across her chest. “Our deal, is that he takes care of anything I bring him, no questions asked, and I make sure the police don’t poke their noses where they shouldn’t belong in his business. All the profits from this little venture have to be swept under a run somehow, right?”

This woman had some nerve getting annoyed with her when she’d showed up unannounced with a sack of dead whatevers in tow. Erin rolled her eyes at her flippant condolences, though didn’t move from her side of the table, tightly squeezing the scalpel just out of her sight. As if attacking her would do anything but escalate her trouble with the police, it made her feel safer. Not by much, though. “He did one fucking thing right, at least,” she sighed out heavily. Protection went a long way, especially through law enforcement. Finally, she set the tool down, covered the decedent she’d been working on, and pulled off her gloves. “Sounds like a good deal, honestly,” she said, making a genuine effort to make her tone friendlier. She needed this connection like she needed air. Came around to the elevator before dragging her eyes back up to the other woman. “Erin,” she nodded at her, offering her a hand. They were business partners now afterall. “You’re right. He didn’t. Seems like I get a fun new surprise every day. But it’s nothing I can’t handle, I assure you” she smiled, then turned her head to the body. “Mind giving me a hand?”

Marley watched Erin closely, watched her face cycle through the emotions, as she was trying to decide what the best course of action here was. It was, of course, to agree to the deal again. Otherwise the police would be in this house tomorrow and they’d find everything they’d need to convict Erin for four lifetimes. Still, it was ultimately her decision to make. Marley wouldn’t take that away from her. Even if it was a rigged deal. “Hey, gotta make sure the business is protected, right?” She smiled finally, a genuine smile, though it looked a little out of place on her face. “Detective Stryder. But you can call me Marley.” She took Erin’s hand firmly, letting her feel how cold her own was. After a moment, she pulled away and looked at the body bag still in the elevator. “Jack never made me help, you know,” she said, glancing sideways at Erin, “didn’t he usually have a squirrely assistant around? Or am I thinking of someone else?” She shrugged. “Well, for you, I suppose I can help.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Erin nodded, noting her hands were colder than her own usually were. It was weird hearing her father’s name being thrown around in casual conversation like this. “Uh--Allen?” Erin cleared her throat, avoiding Marley’s eyes as she leaned down, grabbing the bag by the head. Whatever was in here, cat-people or otherwise, was heavy. Heavier than a human corpse usually was. “Much appreciated,” she groaned as she spoke, dragging the bag with her towards an empty table until she couldn’t go much further without Marley’s help. “My dad, uh--let him go,” she explained quickly, not really in the mood to dive into that zombie hell storm she’d just escaped from. “What if I promised whiskey for your generous assistance? I have that, and lots of it,” She caught her breath, raising a brow at Marley, hands on her hips. Smiled a little more genuinely this time and leaned down to grab the bag again. “I have a feeling his partner-relations skills needed a little work but I do try to please.”

“Allen!” Marley said, giving a snap and a headshake. “That’s right. Little weird Allen. Squirrely fella. Sad to hear he’s gone.” She shook her head, still not moving, finding it entertaining to watch erin try and drag the bag across the room herself. She gave a little chuckle. “Now you’re talking my language,” she finally pushed away from her spot and came over to where Erin was, leaning down and grabbing the feet. “On three,” she said, hefting the body up with her at the end of the count. It thudded loudly onto the table and Marley gave it a satisfying slap. “I think you’ll find this one full of lots of good parts. Poor fella woke up during a feeding and thought turning into a cat of all things would help him. Obviously, it didn’t.”

Ah, yes. Poor little weird Allen. He’d never been Erin’s favorite but not even he had deserved to go down at the wrong end of his dead ex-employer. As loyal as he’d been to her father, it seemed mildly appropriate after the fact. She blew out a hard breath after the bag was squarely on the table. “A cat,” Erin echoed, the disbelief evident in her voice. “I don’t know why I’m surprised anymore. I’ve already got two werewolves under my belt,” she gave a wry smile. Not entirely ready to dive right into it, she turned to the cabinet across from her and pulled out two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. “Hope you don’t mind it neat. I wouldn’t use the ice down here,” she glanced up as she poured one for the detective, handing it off. Quiet for a moment as she raised the glass to her lips. “So,” she watched her, gesturing towards Marley. “Are we going to talk about the red eye thing you’ve got going on here or are we just brushing that under the rug too?”

“Cat, jaguar,” Marley rolled her shoulders, gave a shrug, “same thing, right? They’re just bigger cats. Though, I’ve always had a fondness for cats. They’ve never liked me, though.” She frowned, remembering all the times animals had hissed or barked and snapped at her. Not that she cared. Of course she didn’t. She looked back over at Erin, pocketing her sunglasses. “Neat is my second favorite way to enjoy whiskey,” she said with a grin, taking the glass gratefully. Sipped it just as Erin spoke her question. Finally. Marley had wondered how long it would take. It was usually the first thing people asked. She could’ve bothered to keep them covered, but there was no point here. Erin, like Jack, was someone Marley didn’t have to hide her true nature from. At least, she hoped Erin was like that. “Do you like them? I’ve been told I have very alluring eyes,” she teased, setting her glass down and sauntering over to Erin. “Wanna see why?”

Jaguar? Erin flinched at the thought of what she was going to uncover under that zipper, opting to take a large sip of the whiskey she’d poured for herself instead. There was something about the detective that unnerved her--the red eyes didn’t help, sure, but there was more to it than that. It was almost like watching a sarcastic, attractive villain slither around and get under the hero’s skin. Erin was far from a hero, but Marley was certainly finding a way in. Her gaze never left Marley’s, standing firmly in place, even when she grew closer. They had a deal, and she’d given the woman whiskey for crying out loud. She wouldn’t hurt her. Probably. Hopefully. She swallowed, her heart pounding harder than before. “They’re pretty unique,” she teased back, a small smirk on her lips. “I do. But why does it feel like I’m going to regret this?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Marley said, noticing the way Erin was looking at her as she made her way over. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I like you, and I don’t hurt people I like.” In all honesty, she also didn’t like hurting people just to hurt them. She used her powers to get what she wanted and what she needed, and that was it. It was never just about hurting people. She glanced down at Erin’s shirt, making sure not to look her in the eyes just yet. “But you are going to regret it, probably,” she said, before finally looking back up and meeting her gaze. The petrification would have been instant, her body freezing place, before red eyes consumed her and whatever fear she’d been hiding deep inside her chest burst forth. Marley’s arms tingled as she filled with excitement. She wanted to know what Erin’s fear was, but she’d stay out of it this time. This would be both a demonstration...and a warning. Of what stepping out of line might do.

Erin barely had a chance to blink before all she saw was red. The room around her faded to black, her body frozen. But all she saw, all she felt was red. Suddenly she was standing in the embalming room alone. The red morphed into flashing red lights, bouncing off of the walls. Police lights. Sirens screaming from outside. An icy chill punched her in the spine when she heard the door burst open upstairs. Dozens of footsteps thundered above her. Oh no. Oh fuck. Dread and crippling shame consumed her, made it hard to breathe. Handcuffs were slapped on her wrists and she was fighting them, as if this would suddenly change her fate. It only made the reporters lining her lawn all the more eager to shove their microphones in her face. “No!” She finally yelled, digging her heels in at the sight of the cop car. Her heart pounded, chest tightening, and she could feel the burning in the back of her eyes. “Stop!”

Marley didn’t look, this time, at what the fear was. She didn’t need to know in order for this to work. She barely even fed. This was just a display. Erin’s plea to stop was enough for her to blink and step away, putting her glasses back on. Not that she felt bad, but Erin wasn’t anywhere near as fun to toy with as Deirdre or other high stakes people. She had just wanted to give her a little taste. A little warning. Once Erin had stopped panting and come out of her vision, Marley held out her cup of whiskey to her. “You okay now?” she asked, concern in her voice. Whether or not it was genuine wasn’t relevant. She didn’t want to have to use that one Erin. Her father had reacted in a similar manner, after all. And he’d never stepped out of line after. “I told you it was special.”

Erin could have sworn she felt the officer’s hand on the back of her head, guiding her into the back of the car when reality came rushing back. Her legs hadn’t caught up with her mind, buckling beneath her as she struggled to hold onto the table beside her to keep from completely falling on her ass. “What the fuck?” she whispered coarsely. “Yeah, real fucking special. What are you?” she grumbled. Closed her eyes, shaking her head, trying to let the cool concrete under her knees ground her again. She didn’t know what the fuck Marley was but she sure as shit wasn’t going to make that mistake again. When she was finally able to stand without shaking, she took the drink and gulped it back in one go. Avoided eye contact completely as she went right for the whiskey bottle, the glass clinking against her cup. Wasn’t about to dig into the balam with her hands shaking like this anyway.

Marley frowned a little. “Didn’t your dad ever teach you not to ask a lady what she is?” she said, quirking a brow. “Or was he too busy selling organs on the black market?” It was meant to be a light-hearted tease, but Marley often got those moments wrong. “Too...too soon?” she asked, watching Erin pour another glass of whiskey for herself. She gave a soft chuckle. “I’m going to trust that you’ll never tell anyone this, but--” she put her glasses back on, just to comfort her. Most people didn’t know that mara could control when they caused the fear, and Marley wanted to keep it that way. “I’m something called a mara. Living nightmares, fear incarnate-- yadda yadda. Anyway,” she downed the rest of her drink and held the glass out for Erin to fill up again, “we feed on fear. Mostly by making people see visions of what they fear most, or through nightmares.”

Was Marley seriously trying to joke around with her right now? Unbelievable. Erin finally lifted her eyes to the other woman once the glasses were back on, nursing that second glass of whiskey. “Too soon,” she answered, blunt and annoyed now, though that was mostly the residual fear talking. Mara. Fear and nightmare machines. She nodded her head slowly at Marley’s explanation, watching the amber liquid glide along the edges of the glass. “You could’ve just said that,” she grumbled, taking another long sip out of her new glass. Stared at the glass Marley held out for her to refill, trying to think of anything but what she’d just experienced. Because of Marley. “I won’t tell anyone,” she finally answered, reaching for the bottle and pouring it into her cup. “But if you pull that shit on me again, I’d like to remind you who has the keys to the crematory,” she raised a brow, her tone playful. Mostly.

“Sure, I guess,” Marley shrugged, “but where’s the fun in that? People need to relax more around here.” Humans were always complaining about how “horrible” it was experiencing their fears. Fear was a natural thing, a natural emotion. They needed to get over it, really. It was a shame supernaturals held their fear better. Sighing, Marley took her drink back and sipped it. “Yeah, yeah, mutual destruction and all that. I’ll keep it in mind, Morticia,” she agreed, giving a little smile. “But don’t worry, I’m not interested in feeding off of you, I’ve got plenty of others lined up for that. But if you ever wanna have a healthy dose of fear, hit me up.”

Erin shook her head. “That wasn’t fun. Rock climbing? Kayaking? That’s fun,” she said, vaguely gesturing towards Marley’s sunglasses with the hand holding her whiskey. “You keep that shit away from me.” Police sirens flashed behind her eyes again and she finished off the rest of her drink. Her cheeks already were already flushed, from both the nightmare Marley had just unleashed on her and the large amount of alcohol she’d consumed in a very short time. Neither of those things, as much as she hated the first, were stopping her from thinking about how attractive a dangerous woman like she was. God, she needed another drink. She turned, pouring another, thankful the shaking in her hands were calming. “Yeah, I won’t be forgetting that anytime soon.” She cleared her throat, keeping her back towards Marley, quiet for a long moment before she turned slightly. “Is that everything, then?”

Marley frowned. No one understood. No one ever would. Just like everyone else in her life, it seemed like Erin didn’t want anything to do with Marley’s abilities, either. The only person she’d met so far that had was Evelyn, and there was still the tentativeness there, on whether Evelyn would ever end up rejecting her, too. Marley looked away, taking another hearty sip. “Fine,” she finally muttered, then brushed it all off. No sense in pouting about it. It wouldn’t change anything. “But rock climbing? That how you get your-- pun intended-- rocks off?” Shaking her head, she finished off her drink, “Yeah, we’re done here.” She reached back into her jacket pocket and pulled out a card. “If you ever wanna have some real fun, hit me up,” she said, setting it on top of the body bag on the table, before heading back over to the elevator.

[jhoudiey]

Ringing in the New Year with the Octoboys

Here’s the follow-up to the previous story! Yoru is back from vacation early, but things have gone.. uhhh... badly for her.

I wanted to try a Jade POV but couldn’t manage to get it to sound right so scrapped it, will try again later. Anyways, full story beneath the cut -2k words

“Heeeeeh? Why are there little fishies at the door? Can’t they read? WE’RE CLOOOOOOOSSSEEDDDD” Floyd shouted towards the door. They could hear someone trying to repeatedly open the door, somehow missing the very large and very obvious sign with the posted holiday hours. Azul sighed, gathering the receipts for the night. 

“Floyd, can you please tell the poor unfortunate soul outside that we’re closed, If they won’t leave, persuade them. Jade when you’re finished at the bar please join me in the VIP room” Azul nodded at the twins and left the main room of the lounge. 

“Little fishy, little fishy, swim away before you’re strangled…” Floyd hummed to himself walking towards the door. He unlocked it and pulled it inwards, searching for the student who wasn’t able to read clearly posted signs.

“Huh? Fugu-chan? Why are you napping on the floor?” He bent down to peer at her, but she didn’t move. “...Fugu-chan?” he grabbed her shoulder and shook her. “Oi! Fugu. Chan. Wake. Up...what the hell is wrong with you” He turned Yoru over, arms splayed out beside her, mouth slightly agape. He held a hand in front of her face to check her breathing and felt nothing “OI. FUGU CHAN WAKE UP” He shouted at her, searching for a pulse where none was present. “Ahhh Shit” he muttered, gathering her up in his arms and ran back into the lounge.

“Azul we’ve got a problem” He said frantically, kicking the door to the VIP room open

“Is...is that Yoru? Was she not supposed to be on vacation for another few days?” He said confused, standing up from behind his desk

“She’s not breathing, we gotta fix her” Floyd replied, putting her down on the desk in front of him. “What do we do?”

“How did this happen I wonder? Healthy young women don’t usually drop dead for no reason” Jade said, sliding into the room.

“Poison” Floyd muttered “She’s been poisoning herself for these stupid legs”

“That’s a possibility, she’s still warm so we’ll do what we can. Floyd, stand back” Azul said, rolling up his sleeves and standing over her. “Here goes nothing” He said, placing a hand over her heart and sending an electric shock through her in an attempt to get her heart beating again. 

“Floyd, you said it was poison? Would you happen know what kind? I may have something that will help” Jade was standing next to Floyd, hand on his chin. Floyd nodded, watching Azul work. 

“Multiple. Venom from the giant squid. Oleander. Water Hemlock. Lily of the Valley. There’s a lot of em mixed together with a bunch of other stuff to cancel it out”

“I see. I won’t ask how you know, but I trust you.” He swept from the room without another word. 

“Floyd, I need you to do chest compressions, I need to get something from the lab” Azul said, stepping away from his desk, wiping the sweat from his brow. 

“Mmm” Floyd nodded, taking up the space that Azul had just vacated. He stared down at his limp friend, sighed, and got to work. He was sweating by the time Azul returned

“Azul, I don’t think this is working” He said, his voice wavering with a hint of panic for the first time. “She’s still not breathing”

“Get out of the way, there’s something we can try” He held up the large syringe in his hand to show him “Worth a shot, at least” He took a deep breath and stabbed the syringe into her chest, depressing the plunger. Both Azul and Floyd watched her closely with baited breath. 

She gasped and gave a jolt, her breathing shallow. 

“...Now what?” Floyd asked, rubbing the back of his neck as he leaned against the wall. 

“Now we hope that Jade returns with a more permanent solution. This one will only give us a few minutes before she crashes again” Azul said, leaning against the desk watching his unconscious friend closely. 

The minutes dragged on, Yoru’s chest rising and falling more slowly than what was natural. 

“....What are we going to do if she dies?” Floyd asked quietly, leaning in closer to her on the desk

“Regardless of what happens, I am not looking forward to informing the headmaster of what has happened.” Azul said, looking away from Yoru towards Floyd

They waited in silence, watching Yoru breathe until Jade walked through the door holding a small bowl in his hands

“I believe I have a solution that will help Yoru-san” He glided toward the desk, a slight smile on his lips. “Floyd, if you would please sit her up”

“What is it?” Floyd said, making a face at the sludge like liquid in the bowl. He lifted Yoru to a sitting position on the desk, facing her towards where Jade was standing. 

“I have been growing rare mushrooms from the Land of the Dead, this one in particular is used to neutralize the effects of most poisons. I ground them with a restorative potion that will reverse any side effects she is currently suffering from” He smiled and tipped the bowl against her mouth, mixture slowly sliding down her throat. They all watched in silence, hoping that the potion would do what Jade claimed. Minutes passed; Yoru’s breathing becoming more stable. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she looked around the room at them. 

“Why… are you all….staring at me…” she sighed, not having the energy to keep her eyes open. 

“Ah Yoru-san, you seem to be back to your regular self” Jade chuckled “It will take a few hours for the potion to fully neutralize the effects of the poison, however, so you will find you have very little energy.”

“Now that Yoru is out of danger, I will notify the headmaster and see how he would like to proceed. This may end up being a profitable event for us fufufu” Azul chuckled to himself as he left the room. 

“What…. Did you mean… when you said… it would neutralize ...everything?” Yoru breathed towards Jade, trying to push herself off the desk

“Hmmm?” Jade looked at her thoughtfully “It means you will lose all the effects of the potions you were taking and your legs will revert to their natural state”

“What? No!” She said in a panic, trying to stand. She didn’t have the strength however, and began to fall. Floyd caught her before she hit the floor and dragged her over to the couch.

“Sit down before you hurt yourself, stuuuuppiiiiiiid” he scowled at her, depositing her on the couch

“I can’t… go back… I don’t want to… I want to be... normal” She leaned back breathing deeply, not wanting to accept the truth. 

“Yoru-san, your attempt to have human legs nearly killed you. Had we not been here it would have succeeded, perhaps it is not so bad to go back to your previous body” Jade looked at her, eyes full of pity. 

She closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths before speaking “You two… don’t understand…you’re able... to change whenever you need to...” She sunk down further on the couch, trying to focus on her breathing “cool merfolk in the water… tall and handsome… human forms on land… you wouldn’t understand... what it’s like… to be a bird when everyone else...is normal”

“Fufufufufu this potion has unexpected side effects, I think” Jade chuckled, smiling at Yoru’s sudden revelation.

“I spoke with the headmaster, Yoru, you’re to drink this. It’ll help you sleep. You will stay here for the evening so we can keep an eye on you” Azul had entered the room, carrying a small vial of silver liquid.

“I don’t… need you... to babysit me” she sighed from the puddle she’d melted into on the couch

“Heeeeeeeeeh? Fugu-chan, if you can stand up we’ll let you leave” Floyd taunted her, standing over her. She cracked an eye open but couldn’t muster the strength to move. 

She glared up at Floyd “Damn it. Azul, give me.... the stupid potion” She looked at him trying to reach for it, but was only able to lift a finger towards him. 

He laughed and walked towards her “Perhaps you need us here more than you thought. Sleep well” He tipped the potion into her mouth, her eyes drooping immediately 

“I’m still…. mad… at you guys” she whispered before passing out. 

“What did the headmaster have to say?” Jade asked looking from Yoru to Azul “will he be returning early from vacation?”

“No, he said he was satisfied with our efforts and confident she would make a full recovery” he grabbed her legs and lifted them up onto the couch so she was laying flat “At the headmasters request, that potion wasn’t only to put her to sleep. It will regrow the bones she damaged last year when she ripped her wings off. She is going to be very angry with us when she wakes up”

“I do hope you negotiated a good deal for the Lounge for agreeing to take on such responsibility”  Jade laughed

“We will negotiate in person when the Headmaster returns in a few days.” Azul chuckled to himself. “Floyd, what are you doing? I know they’re your style, but I don’t think Yoru’s shoes will fit you” 

Floyd looked up from where he was untying her shoes “haaaaah? Don’t be stupid Azul, when she goes back to normal these aren’t going to fit” he said, dropping the shoes to the floor. He shrugged “seemed easier to get em off now” 

Jade chuckled looking at him “Floyd, why don’t you take the first babysitting shift, both Azul and I were up early this morning and need to turn in.”

“Eeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I don’t wanna stay here all night! That’s so boring!” He complained

“Wake me in a few hours, Floyd, Goodnight” Jade grinned and left the room, Azul followed close behind. 

“Well Fugu-chan, it’s just you and me I guess” He said, sitting on the floor leaning back against the couch. He sighed and leaned his head back onto the cushions to look at her “You’re pretty dumb sometimes huh?” She didn’t respond. 

*****

“Is that my alarm?” Jade muttered to himself, wiping the sleep from his eyes. “It seems Floyd must have fallen asleep as well. I do hope Yoru-san is okay”

He slinked out of bed, hoping that Floyd hadn’t left Yoru alone in the middle of the night and wandered off. He made his way to Mostro Lounge, preparing for the worst and entered the VIP room quietly to not wake anyone.

“Oh my this is a mess” he muttered, seeing that the couch had been shredded by Yoru’s feet and hands as they changed back from human to her more birdlike limbs. 

Floyd was crumpled up on the floor, sitting against the couch, snoring softly. Yoru was curled on her side, arms outstretched in front of her, fresh bones poking out the back of her shirt. Her breathing had stabilized, and it seemed as if she and Floyd were holding hands. 

“Fufufufu they get more interesting by the day” He chuckled, loud enough to wake Floyd. He groaned and rubbed his eyes looking towards where Jade was standing

“Haaahh Jade? Is it morning?” He said, rubbing his neck “I slept like shit”

“At least it seems as if you had good company for the evening?” Jade smiled looking at the two of them

“What? Fugu-chan didn’t wake up at all it was so boring” Floyd whined. 

“Hmmm? I would have thought something had happened that led to that” He grinned at them, staring at their hands.

“Huh? Oh. They’re cool now! And sharp! I must have fallen asleep looking at em” he pulled his hand free, stood up and stretched. 

“How mad do you think Azul is going to be when he sees the couch?” Floyd asked looking at the numerous holes and the stuffing spilling out onto the floor. 

“He is going to be furious, I really can’t wait to see his reaction. Fufufu shall we make breakfast while we wait?”

“I wanna go back to bed” Floyd complained, following Jade to the kitchen.