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hisredhysteria · 2 years

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Blood in the Water.

[18+ MDNI]

Note: I guess this weekend is dedicated to Cutthroat...? This writing is what I was working on for myself as my (now late) birthday gift, so it's self indulgent. Since I post the wildest stuff anyways though, I thought maybe someone else wouldn't mind reading this. Even if it's 10 years from now....if you're reading this and my blog still exists in 10 years hi omg- I should add it's in my usual style so I kept the reader vague, it's not that kind of self-indulgent fic—

TW: There is no 'real smut' but it gets suggestive. blood, knives, implied murder or NSFW (depends how you choose to see it I guess... I chose to see it as murder and you may be able to tell by the way I wrote it, but rereading it....I could see how it might be taken in another way.) The reader is being threatened by a knife, so I will not call it knife play. However, I will warn that it sounds like that. So then I'd have to say noncon just in case.

Summary: You decide to take a bath ...and how dare you take one without Cutthroat.

Rainy days were when most nightmare inducing incidents at least threatened to occur. From soaking wet shoes to moist humid skin, frizzy and matted hair would seem so small by comparison. They were a day like any other however, even if it meant they were a little bit different.

An arm snaked around your waist while the two of you slept, it was all the comfort you could have hoped to ever ask for. Something that Cutthroat couldn't easily deny you of, it was just another luxury that came along with the innocent title marking you as his.

A precious angel.

Tugged in so close tonight that if he pressed into you a little further, your organs would simply pop from your mouth and sides, an unkind sickness bubbled from the whispering heat. It was delightfully suffocating, yet another thing you could rarely hope to bear. Sweat built, sticky through your clothes as the fire like warmth of his body pushed so far into your back. Breaking away from his iron like grasp was impossible, could you have even asked?

You laid with your head to the pillow, parting your lips for just another painful breath. Letting in a heavy inhale that must have caused him to stir, you shut your eyes tight with anticipation for the worst.

"Cutthroat..." Your throat unexpectedly sore, still happened to work.

"Hm..~?" A sleepy voice hummed back to you, his grasp only provoked to be at its strongest. Loosening to explore your body for just a second, you felt his bandaged hand sneak its way underneath the hem of your shirt. Lifting it, almost. With the expectation for his hand to slide across your stomach, or even just lay bare flat, it instead desperately grabbed at the waist of your shorts. It had been as if Cutthroat only knew what you were about to ask him. Sinking in your own ill feeling though, you had to bring yourself to do this.

"I'm not feeling too well... Can I go to the bathroom...?"

Silence never sat long around the Murderer, it wasn't something he preferred. His hands only tightened now, like he'd refuse to set you free.

"..But...the sun's not up yet.. If you go now, the bed will get cold...." Cutthroat's half-asleep voice whispered back in dismay, his own breath still hotter than his body against you.

"I'll be quick, I promise."

A barely audible gasp and you knew he just had to be smiling. How pretty the word promise was leaving your lovely, innocent lips. Begrudgingly still in his own right, Cutthroat allowed his hand to release and slip from your body. A growing ache only worsening as he did so.

"You really promise you won't be long...?" He asked, testing your honesty for himself.

"Of course."

A careful eye peeked open nonetheless at your words, Cutthroat wouldn't hold himself back from watching to make sure that you'd make it to the door okay. As you worked to stand up, the dizziness encountered from both heat and lack of eating that night hit you all at once and you stumbled to reach balance. Your body was sick with temperature, but it was kind enough to barely manage without plummeting straight to the floor.

Your hips bumped into the doorframe, and that was when you realized, this quick trip to the bathroom wasn't going to be as short as you swore with a promise. Head spinning to accompany your hazy vision, you placed a hand to it like there was some way your neck wasn't holding it in place quite right. Your hand wouldn't manage to hold it in place either though, and the only thing you could do was support yourself on the walls of the hall as you reached the bathroom at long last.

You slapped the dim light bulb on and wasted no time to click the door locked behind you. Hardly able to stop yourself from collapsing to the floor inside, you felt your eyes flutter like they did when you went in and out of a peaceful rest. A sigh left your lips before you'd allow your legs to rest on the cold ledge of the bathtub, so devious and white. Relief washing over you, a wandering glance couldn't be helped. Your eyes surveyed a shine, so beautiful the blinding glint to each handle bar of the tub happened to be. Swallowing hard at the knot in your stomach, your head grew with pressure as saliva slid down your throat.

"I know I said I'd be quick.." You murmured to yourself, predicting that any late appearance back to the bed next to Cutthroat would have been troublesome. "But, the worst he could do is follow me in here..."

Your thoughts weighed bricks as you fought with the idea of twisting the handles and pushing the tubs sprout down to fill a warm bath for yourself. If Cutthroat was asleep again, you could get away with it. But if he'd been awake, hearing the water run through the pipes was sure to elicit some sort of response. Be it good or bad.

Against your better judgement, a hand made contact with cool metal, so clean you could catch your reflection in it as if it'd been a mirror. Rotating it carefully at first, water drizzled from the faucet. Waiting a second, then just a few more, when Cutthroat didn't come to throw the door open, you figured yourself to be safe. A little farther this time, you turned the handle and a loud waterfall unlike any other began to spill into the empty tub. Watching it fill for a second after the sound enveloped the air, you stood to your shaky legs and slipped your clothes off. Moist with sweat soaking through from your skins rising temperature, the feeling was nearly abysmal.

Your shirt came off first, lifting it up then feeling hair fall flat back to your neck as the bottom came over your head. Next, your shorts. Slipping a finger into the hem that rested against your body, you tugged them down and off your legs, stepping out as you did so. Last were your remaining undergarments, so familiar to you that you might as well have forgotten you'd ever put them on to begin with.

Setting a foot into the waters surface, you sat opposite to the faucet, still hurrying to pour it's warm liquid into the bathtub. You'd been dangerously lightheaded, and with fear of the world swirling just a little faster, you let this bath be only a warm one.

Eventually it came time where the racing water filled so close to the brim from your distracted attention that you could ignore it no longer. Leaning in, your hand forced itself to turn each nozzle and beckon the water to a halt. A few more drizzles like rain starting to cry, small drops fell into the tub before it ceased to a complete stop. Finished with no interruptions, your hand drew back the long shower curtains to ensure an illusion of safety.

Relaxing now wasn't any word used to describe how your tense body felt leaning back against the slippery porcelain. Nonetheless, it was only slightly better than having to bear another tight hug from Cutthroat. Shifting lightly, you fluttered your eyes shut and drowned in the unpleasant feeling of your head pounding with ache. The pressure at your temples was unforgiving, almost as much as how uncomfortable you were being forced to endure your bodies own agony. A soft whimper emitting from your lips, your heart would begin to do a routine as creaks in the walls became too close for comfort.

"It's just your imagination.." You whispered, your own attempts to console yourself being very hard to prove successful. Tingles shot down your spine, a foreign feeling for the warm water that surrounded you. Something felt a little amiss, but to point your finger at it was a little too real. So real, that perhaps this imagination of yours was a dream. A nightmare your weary body went through when you began to doze off like a sleepy child.

In and out of your dazed like state, wind whistled through the cracks of the bathroom window hardly ajar behind it's curtains. An echo bounced through your ears, harsher and more deafening the longer you left it to linger. As if a ghost was trying to break down the walls and tell you something, your eyes ripped back open at a bang slapping against a hard surface. An observation dropped with horror unmatched as you forgot any aches and pains to glare through the translucent shower curtains. The bathroom door flat against the wall Cutthroat threw it against, you shivered.

"Oh...that was easier than I thought..." He noted, peeking inside the small room to catch your frame hidden behind see through curtains. How rude it was of you not to invite him, and how much ruder it was to have not invited him to a party this thrilling.

Eyeing your disregarded clothing sprawled across the bathroom rug, Cutthroat's interest only piqued. His lips pursed softly, bending down now to glance at you through the mere plastic sheet you felt a deceitful safety behind.

"Can I join~?" He hummed, forgetting any promises you made to make it back to the bed in a timely manner. Had he found you doing just about anything other than sitting in the water of a bath right now, surely he'd have been just a little more hurt.

A treacherous route to take—permitting him to submerge within the same water as you—your glance only shifted and your shoulders barely shrugged. It wasn't as though you weren't sure if he could join, it was that you weren't too sure if he should join. Nevertheless, what would happen if you tested him with the refusal of a simple no? Perhaps a long winded explanation could further deter him as he grew impatient with boredom.

"I don't mind..."

"Ah-! Good choice..! I knew my angel wouldn't...~"

It was all you had to say because in the end, a "no" would have never worked on Cutthroat to begin with.

Watching his taller frame further enter the bathroom and close the door, a sense of feeling trapped threw you off. Your mouth acted like it was ready to ask him why he felt the need to shut it, even when he often liked to leave it how it was when he opened it. You shut your mouth however, and figured he had a reason.

Half expecting him to pull the curtains back and indulge within this experience fully clothed, Cutthroat wasn't going to waste an opportunity to feel closer to his angel than he already was. Fumbling with the buttons on his white pajama top with you still avoiding eye contact, he gave a frustrated hum like they held a grudge against his fingers.

"Come on.... I can't do it..." He fussed, narrowing his eyes as he looked down at the buttons. Smug soon there after as he remembered who he was in the room with. "...But maybe my angels touch can do the trick?"

An obvious scheme to get closer to you, a trick that you left to fly straight over your dizzy head for the moment. You being the angel he spoke about, Cutthroat's hand pulled back the shower curtain as he politely peeked into the small enclosure you had for yourself.

"Come closer then.." You answered his request too kindly, watching his lovely features light up with an excitement enough to make your heart pound faster. Reeling the curtains to the side, he knelt down to the edge of the tub, allowing you an easier reach. Doing so, you'd expect your eyes to have met his at least once or twice with a tension building awkwardness. Oddly enough though, his entranced eyes were fixated on something above your head, like you had birds circling above you at all times.

Working down the buttons and stumbling across a few with a shaky and sick hand, eventually when you got halfway down, something loud and ear piercing slammed against the floor.

"Oh no, there goes my knife...." Your partner blinked, seemingly upset for the edge to become duller from a blunt impact against its blade. If he hadn't expected that, then what exactly was the knife doing up his pajama shirt in the first place..?

"Cutthroat.." You whispered, his eyes widening at the sweet tone you hit him with. "Put it on the sink."

The instructions weren't a surprise, at least not to yourself. Though, Cutthroat wouldn't let something so out of place for him happen.

"Can't I leave it on the bathtub side instead..?" He whined back, a compromise he'd hope was acceptable to you. Especially given that it was where he'd place it if you hadn't caught him with it.

Apprehensive, you agreed with a small, "fine" seeing as the look on his face wasn't something to easily argue with.

Grabbing the knife as you finished unbuttoning his top, he placed it on the very edge of the tub next to you. Shampoo bottles and every other kind of body cleansing container laid by it.

"There." You flashed him a weak smile, watching him straighten up and slip the top off each of his arms. Letting it fall to the floor on top of your own clothing, he wasted little time with his own pants and undergarments as well. Hard not to catch his eye or let him clue in on the fact that you were even threatening to look towards his bare body, Cutthroat's foot broke the equilibrium of the peaceful bath water.

An "ah..~", left his pleased lips as the surface made contact with pale skin. On the opposite side he chose to sit of you, legs close to your own. Almost like they fit into a puzzle, the stance was so intimate that his own cheeks would dust themselves in an arousing pink. Eyes filled to their maximum with your glowing beauty, a mischievous glint at the sight of you was something Cutthroat didn't dare to hide. A fool would have thought he'd sit so still with you in the tub across from him because that's exactly what he didn't do.

"Where are the bubbles..?" He asked, scanning around as his finger swirled itself amongst the clearness. Daring to dip in a whole hand and watch it drain from his grasp and back into the tub, Cutthroat shot you a suddenly bored glare.

"Isn't water its prettiest when it's clear?" You challenged, leaning your leg against his own when your body finally decided to loosen up.

Enlightened perhaps, his eyebrow cocked down at the water, then your leg touching his. He couldn't find himself to argue with your truthful observation as his own leg pressed further into yours in response.

"Huh, I suppose it is then..."

Again, your eyes shut and your back gently pushed itself into the end side of the tub. Feeling safer with every moment passed where Cutthroat didn't initiate anything, the sound of a bottle popping and releasing pent up air caused you to jump. In the split second after, your consent wasn't necessary as a hand began to rub at the skin of your leg. One eye opening to see what you were feeling, Cutthroat had been lathering soap into you with just his bare hand.

How strange.

His touch wasn't the most delicate, but it wasn't at all an unpleasant feeling. At least, your heart wouldn't tell you that was so.

"Wouldn't a wash cloth be more sanitary...?" You asked, blinking down at his hand. Eyes widening at the soaking bandages he seemed to refuse taking off even in the tub, you frowned. Sighing too, you leaned back up and put out an empty hand like you'd been waiting for him to place something in it.

"Hm, why the hand?" Stopping the lathering of soap across your sensitive skin, Cutthroat most nearly seemed confused by the gesture you had yet to explain.

"Your arm will chafe underneath your bandages if you don't take them off in the water. I thought I told you that..."

Still, his eyes looked at you. It would have been ignored had anyone else brought this up to him, but because it was someone as special to him as you were, he set his arm into your hand and waited for you to pull at the wet cloth hiding his skin. Again to add, he was impatient. Had it taken a stranger to work this long on him, Cutthroat would have already pulled away. However, he was nearly entranced by the way your fingers slipped between the crevices and worked to rip the bandages off of him entirely.

"Feel better?" You asked, discarding the soggy mess of entanglements to the tubs side temporarily. Glaring at his hand and lifting it up as if he'd never seen what it looked like underneath, his vision skewed from it's focus to center on something above your head again. If a small gasp was any indication that he'd been seeing something you couldn't, then perhaps each one should have alarmed you further.

"What is it..?" Unaware, of what swirled on top of you, you questioned him. His hand dropped and enchantment fell upon him at your presence. If... it hadn't done so already.

"Can I come closer?" He asked, a smile on his lips for he'd already started to lean in without your permission.

Flustered, your back pushed further into the white porcelain behind you. Not hard enough to disturb your body, but just hard enough so that you were no longer comfortable. Opening your mouth to speak, the sound of water shifting and spilling back into itself filled the air as Cutthroat moved into a position to accommodate his intentions. Pulling your legs in and allowing him more room to move as he pleased, you really were absolutely no help to your own pending fate.

His own legs now pressed into yours as if they weren't close enough to you previously, you were most nearly being straddled in place underneath his wet body. Streaming water dripping back into the tub from Cutthroat's stance, you got quite the front row seat of just everything he had to offer. If you hadn't been so fearful that he'd sink you by your shoulders and drown you into the tub, appreciating him would have been more possible.

"What are you doing?" You asked, so late that not even a tardy slip should have been able to excuse this.

"..Getting closer...I can't touch you when you're so far..."

It was an interesting thing for the Murderer to say, given that in a tub meant for one, you were already as many as two. His excuse to come closer wasn't too uninvited, despite all your uneasiness. Your heart would hate to inform you though, that his lips were tracing the skin of your neck.

Unsure of how to feel from the closeness at which he came, you couldn't miss the screeching sound of a knife being slid across the ledge of the tub he set it on. To help himself now was his pleasure, and with you beneath him there was little chance for your escape.

Sicker than before, a horrific feeling set at the deathly cold blade. Skimming across the skin of your collarbone, his hot breath whispered love with it.

"You'll finally belong to me now.."

Eyes growing wide at the unfair statement, you felt your legs begin to shake.

"I what ...?" You whispered back, tilting from the blades end. His motive remaining almost unclear.

For the sharp blade now beginning to tease your wet skin, pain would eventually destroy reality. Slowly sliding the tip of his dagger into your desperate body, soft moaning cries became music to his ears. In love to the point of madness, Cutthroat took careful time to not split any veins. You had to last as long as he could drag it out, and where the time between life and death could have been your chance, you simply missed it from a presumed lustful dance.

Now how selfish was it of him to watch your blood splutter like paint across the porcelain white? How much more fair was the way he watched his own fingers smear it like thin syrup into a print with the wall behind you? The surface of bath water unbalanced, crimson rocked within it, back and forth to its sides.

#Maybe I should write something sad happening to Cutthroat where he in some way is looking for comfort #I feel like I box Courier into one end where I like to see him in pain and then Cutthroat on the other where I like to see him cause pain #I also just feel like Courier in general would be more...in tune with his emotions despite really preferring to keep them locked away #that's what makes it so fun hurting him...#Cutthroat on the otherhand... he may be hurt but he's so... like...#Well for example if someone cheated on Courier it would probably break him silently #if someone cheated on cutthroat he wouldn't care...he might be upset for the moment but it doesn't break him long term #i think the urge he gets to need to be near the person he likes is so overwhelming he wouldn't leave either #give or take he'd probably murder them before they could even think to cheat..?#idk the point is I'm looking to write a pain that lasts. something that lingers long after the event has occurred #someone with a halo ending their life before Cutthroat can feels like maybe it would have a lasting effect on him #which is why I wanna write that...but I over post about Cutthroat #which reminds me I have more general hcs for him and some of the others #I'm rambling so badly rn I might as well just keep going—#y'all wanna know what I ate for breakfast too?#what about my life story?#{hysteria nsfw}#cw gore #cw noncon #tw gore #tw noncon

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miekasa · 3 years

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OMG PLEASE DO DAD!JEAN I WOULD CRY IF U DID

Y'all want them to be dilfs so badly...... fortunately, I would be a housewife for Jean, so I will indulge the both of us 😌😌

Jean wants kids so badly, he’s so excited and ready when you guys finally have them. There’s not really any nervousness about it for him; sure, there will be difficulties along the way, but he’s mentally prepared himself for all that already; he’s ready.

He’s so gentle with his kids and, yeah, sometimes he does borderline on being overprotective of them, but it comes from a place of love. You’re there to make sure he doesn’t smother them too much, and reassure him that they’ll always need him, even when they do grow up a bit.

I wanna say he wants at least two, and so that’s where you start. Your oldest daughter is about three when you have your second kid, and it turns out to be another girl. You were both perfectly content to stop there, but the minute your second daughter was sent off to pre-k full time, Jean comes into your bed room with puppy dog eyes and a huge pout and a declaration you should have seen coming from a mile away: “I think we should have one more kid.”

(You swear to stop after the third, a son, who Jean cherishes just as much as his baby girls. You do not, and you have one more son, but hey, they say four kids is supposedly the recipe for a happy family).

They somehow all get Jean’s eyebrows and it’s a little crazy… a bit envying, too. The girls get Jean’s eyes, and your sons get his hair color, face shape, nose, and just about every other distinct feature you can imagine. They are certainly his children, that’s for sure.

PTA dad that puts all other PTA parents to shame. Every event, every meeting, every fundraiser, Jean is there with a pen and paper in hand. He’s ready to volunteer and make demands and throw out ideas, and he’d not backing down to some passive aggressive gluten-free mom wearing capris. No way.

Most of his involvement in his kids’ school(s) come from a place of distrust with the administration. You two spent a lot of time discussing where to send your kids to school, but Jean never trusted anything 100%, so he gets himself involved as a sort of reassuring measure.

You can often catch him essentially hosting a breakfast buffet on Sunday mornings. Everyone gets their own little omelet tailored to their exact liking. When your firstborn gets old enough, she stands on a little stool and helps him cook; Jean holds your first son in his hand while he does it, and the other two sit at the counter, kicking their little legs in anticipation for their favorite breakfast.

He’s always holding at least one of them whenever you’re out. This usually helps to keep them together, but also just because Jean likes it. He’s happy that they like to crawl on him and essentially use them as a human tower because he loves any and all affection from them.

Your first kid was the easiest in a sense, or at least, she was according to Jean, because she’s a huge daddy’s girl. All Jean had to do was walk into the room for her to stop crying, I wouldn’t blame you if you were bitter after carrying her for nine months, only for her to look at Jean like he hung the moon in the sky himself.

You gotta admit, it’s pretty sweet watching him be a first time dad. He’s always wanted this, so he was ready mentally, but he also did his research: parenting books, early-development research, even pregnancy books. And your firstborn was kind of the textbook baby, so she was a breeze.

Then came your second daughter and she knocked the wind out of him. Nothing he did with your first kid seemed to work with her: she didn’t stop crying just because Jean rocked her to sleep, she didn’t like being held or being put down for sleep, and she fucking hated her stroller pls Jean was just a constant state of buffering for, like, four months.

It’s with your second kid that you learn that Jean has a pretty good singing voice, because it turns out that lullabies in combination with him swaying her in his arms was the recipe to get her to settle down after a crying fit. You have a handful of videos on your phone of Jean dancing with the newborn, while your first kid hums an accompanying tune in the background.

When your first son comes along, the girls are about seven and four respectively, so they’re at the age where they like to essentially be mini-parents to the baby. Jean could cry at the sight of watching his two girls help bottle feed their baby brother, and they’re actually quite helpful when you and Jean are busy at home.

By this time, you both have mastered the work-home schedule perfectly, and it’s pretty smooth sailing. The only real bump in the road is that the kid hates baby food—the girls didn’t mind it, and ate it until they were old enough to handle solids, but your son spit up anything from a jar. So, Jean also becomes a part-time home chef, and his meal preps consist of blending up fruits and veggies every Sunday night for your baby.

You guys will be out shopping as a family, and more often than not, your second daughter will be on Jean’s shoulders, you’ll push the baby’s stroller, and your firstborn is at Jean’s side, holding his hand.

The middle two are the ones who argue the most. They got the… fiery sides of Jean, so they’re the most likely to butt heads with each other. Thankfully, your oldest is usually able to get them to calm down, and you and Jean think it’s quite cute watching them hold little kid-lead family meetings to work through their problems.

He kinda gets peer pressured by his kids sometimes, and by that I mean he knows he’s not supposed to buy the sugary cereal, or let them stay up too late, but sometimes he can’t help it. They’re very cute and very convincing, so can you really blame him for the Oreo O’s that make it into the shopping cart?—or for letting them snuggle up to him for an extra 15 minutes before bed time?

When your last kid comes around, Jean is a fucking pro—but he kind of always has been. He can have a baby in his left arm and build a princess tower with his right; he’s got this.

You gotta admit, it’s quite… attractive to see Jean not only handle your newborn with such ease, but to do it while doing work, and keeping up with your other three kids. He really makes it look like he was born to do this. Almost makes you wanna have one more… almost.

He gets complimented a lot when he’s out in public with all of them without you, and he tries to be gracious and respectful, but the middle two aren’t having it. (“Daddy is handsome, but he likes mommy.” “Yeah, he likes mommy!”)

He’s got to be careful about what he says around the kids, because they sure do love to gossip. They’ll even rat him out to you accidentally.

Look, he knows that Connie has been his friend since they were teenagers. That does not mean Jean is willing to trust him with any of your kids. You gotta convince him that, yeah, Connie is a little… wild sometimes, but he wouldn’t let any of your kids get hurt.

Connie essentially becomes the resident cool uncle, and a little part of Jean is happy and relieved that he turns out to be a reliable babysitter, but he can also admit to being a little jealous whenever the kids come back from Connie’s house and wont shut-up about how “fun and cool” Uncle Connie is. (It’s not coincidence that soon after, Jean usually plans some fun family activity, as if he feels the need to prove himself).

Nothing drives him crazier than knowing that your first son wants to be “just like Uncle Armin” when he grows up. Armin’s smart and cool and everything, but he’s not that great. (“You don’t wanna grow up to be a nerd, kid—ouch!” “Jean, stop calling Armin a nerd, you’re a grown man.”)

Connie is the cool uncle, and Armin has some favoritism in the house, but Aunt Sasha puts them all to shame. All four of your kids idolize her, even your newborn, you swear you see his eyes sparkle when Sasha holds him. Sasha can do no wrong in their eyes, and they love love love being around her.

Endless amounts of pictures and videos of you with the kids on his phone. He scrolls through them on his lunch breaks, and even drives to see you when he has a little extra time in the day. He loves having photos of your little family with him always.

His favorite thing is coming home from work and hearing all the footsteps running to the door to greet him. He swears having you and his kids welcome him home is the best feeling in the world.

#anonymous #jean kirstein PLEASE let me have your children challenge #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #happy fathers day jean <222

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cinnamon-bunni · 2 years

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Title: Messy Makeup Rating: T Pairing: Gen (Asmo & Levi, Barb & Levi) Word count: 5.5k Did I write something completely self-indulgent? Of course I did who do you think I am? But! If you've ever wanted to read a fic about aroace Levi, ft. an aromantic Asmo and aroace Barbatos, then you're in luck! This was so much fun to write, I really hope y'all enjoy it as well <3 Read it on Ao3!

Asmodeus was happily picking out his outfit for the day when Levi burst the bedroom door wide open. He let out a squeak of terror, jumping a bit as he wrapped his robe impossibly tighter around his body. “Hey!” Asmo sent a glare at his older brother. “Knocking is a thing, you know! And it is certainly too early in the morning to have to be dealing with whatever you have going on. I haven’t even had my breakfast fruits yet, god dammit!”

Levi, who seemed to suddenly realize what he did, immediately turned red. He retracted from his weird anime-bursting-through-doors pose and started to pull himself back in, trying to make himself as small as possible. He probably would have pulled his jacket over his head if anything else were to push him to his anxieties.

While Asmo debated if he would be the catalyst that pushed Levi over the edge of having him hide in his room all day in embarrassment, Levi let out a meek “I wanna talk,” as he walked over and sat down on the edge of Asmo’s bed.

Asmo gave a heavy sigh, and rolled his eyes. “Could you at least wait until I was dressed for the day? Or after I ate some breakfast?” Levi shook his head feverishly, and Asmo gave another sigh. “How important is this conversation?”

“Like, a whole lot,” he answered, fiddling with the cord of his headphones. “And I came here straight away because I knew if I gave myself a chance to think about it I would back away and I don’t want to do that, I have so many confusing thoughts that I need help with and I can’t keep backing so please say something and not leave me in silence so I won’t run back to my room.”

Asmo went into the closet to look for a nice top. He supposed he would have to create a whole look another time. “Fine,” he said curtly. “But this better be good, you hear me?”

“R-really? Oh, thank you Asmo!” Asmo could just tell how his older brother's face lit up just from his voice. Asmo gave a hum as he grabbed a folded up shirt and a jacket off of its designated hanger.

“Okay, so…” Levi trailed off. “...How do I start this?”

“Take your time to gather your thoughts,” Asmo advised. He took the time to find a good pair of pants that would go well with the outfit, as well as a good color for the much needed shawl.

“I uh…like, so you know how Satan’s asexual?”

Asmo fought the urge to scoff. “Of course!” He remembered as clear as day when Satan excitedly burst down his door open (because apparently none of his brothers understood the concept of knocking), sat Asmo down to shove a book into his face and point at a passage that explained what the term asexual meant.

“Asexual,” Satan had breathed, a look in his eyes that Asmo only saw when Satan first found out what a cat café was. “That’s what I am. It all makes sense now, doesn’t it? Why I feel so weird about sex and sexual relationships? And why I get so angry and feel so weird when I read unnecessary sex scenes?”

Asmo had only given a smile and nodded, giving an “of course!” because he was just so so happy that his brother found who he was and was happy with the label that fit him.

“What about it? Did Satan say something to you?” Asmo questioned the third-born, as he disrobed and quickly changed into the clothes he picked out.

“Well, not really. Not since he last officially came out to us. Not that there’s nothing wrong with him being asexual or anything!” He literally did not even hint at that sort of idea, but Asmo decided to keep his thoughts to himself for once. “I just, uh, it just got me thinking, and then I couldn’t stop thinking, you know?” Asmo went over to his full-body mirror, fixing up the shawl to figure out the best placement for it.

“I was wondering if…Imightbelikethattoo.”

“Hm? Levi, please, just take a deep breath and slow down. I promise I won’t bite. Unless you want me to, of course, but I suspect that that isn’t relevant right now.” Maybe he could add blue into the mix? Blue eye shadow wouldn’t be that bad of an addition. Maybe purple? No, he needed something more soft, like a lighter blue. Pink? Pink was always a good color.

“I…I think I might be like Satan. I think I’m something like that too…” Levi trailed off. Asmo watched him through the mirror, while Levi pulled and twisted the cord as he stared holes into his lap. Maybe gold would be a good color to go with.

“Oh, is that it?” Asmo asked. “I thought you said it was something serious.”

Levi’s head snapped up at that. “It is!” he insisted. “I mean, I don’t even know if I am…that or not! Or if I’m just something weirder and messed up, or maybe I’m just lying to myself. I don’t know!”

Ah, so there it was. The root of Levi’s problems. He walked over to his vanity, and opened one of the drawers specifically for earrings.

“What makes you think you’re asexual?” he asked, deciding to start out simple, to start from the beginning.

“Well, after Satan came out, I asked him what he meant, and he explained to me how he felt weird when it came to sex stuff. Like he couldn’t see himself being in a sexual relationship, and he felt really weird if he tried. And like how–like he mentioned how he feels awkward and weird when he read sex scenes, right? And I thought ‘hey, that kinda sounds like me,’ but it’s weird because like, sex is good, right?”

Asmo picked out a pair of earrings from a velvet box. A golden pair of angel wings for each earring that was attached to a short golden chain, as to dangle a few inches away from his earlobes. Pearls were encrusted into the earring, giving it an almost iridescent shine. Asmo looked into the mirror, catching Levi’s nervous gaze until his older brother looked away and decided the wall was more interesting and appealing to look at.

“I don’t know,” Asmo answered. “Is it?”

“Huh?”

“You just asked me if sex was good,” Asmo clarified. “Is it?”

Levi furrowed his brows. “Of course,” he answered easily. “Like, people like it all the time, right? Isn’t it your whole thing anyway? To tempt or like…lure people to having sex with you because it’s enjoyable?”

Asmo balled his fists and held the box that held all of his brushes tightly until his knuckles were white. “I don’t ‘tempt’ anyone Levi,” he said, more malice in his voice than he meant to use. “I go to them with clear intentions, or vice versa. I don’t trick or tempt anyone.”

“Sorry!” Levi said, distress clear in his voice. “I didn’t mean it like that, I swear! I just–uh, I just-” Asmo gave a heavy sigh, as he sorted through his brushes. He knew his brother didn’t mean it like that–Levi often spoke without meaning anything harmful, and struggled to realize how something he said might be taken the wrong way.

“It’s fine. I’m just sensitive about it, I suppose.” He opened up a container of powdered blush. A light, rosey pink color to add more color to his face. “But just because I enjoy it, doesn’t mean everyone has to. Satan certainly doesn’t, so why do you have to?”

Levi started biting his nails, clearly in thought. “But shouldn’t I like it?”

“Hun, I just said-” Asmo took a deep breath. Sometimes he forgot how frustrating his brother could be, but he tried his best not to hold it against him. He gave a slow exhale. “Satan is a clear example that you don’t have to like or enjoy it. If you don’t, then that’s perfectly fine!” Levi continued to bite his already short and messy nails as he furrowed his brows. Asmo softened his gaze, even if Levi wasn’t really paying attention. “I promise you aren’t weird. Just because others like it doesn’t mean you have. Everyone has their own preferences, and sex isn’t excluded. If you don’t want to have sex, then you don’t have to have sex. Simple as that, ‘kay?”

“But-” Levi frowned as he pulled a section of his cord between both hands. “But like, Satan doesn’t enjoy sex scenes in his books or movies. But I…” his face started to turn into a bright red, ducking his head down into his jacket as if that could hide his embarrassment. He started to mutter into the jacket, and honestly Asmo had no idea why he even came in if he was just going to talk to his jacket for help instead of the person he came for.

Finally deciding a color, he placed a sparkly gold pen of eye shadow, and took out some black eyeliner. He leaned in close to the mirror, not wanting to mess up (although Asmo had to admit, he would still do a damn good job without a mirror).

“Levi, for Diavolo’s sake, speak up!” he reprimanded. “I can’t understand a single thing you’re saying.” Levi squirmed uncomfortably.

“But unlike Satan, I…you know…like, watch…porn…and I have no problem with that!” Asmo had no idea why his brother went quiet and talked faster to move on from what he just said, because honestly everyone knew that Levi watched weird animated pornagraphy. It was not mind blowing whatsoever.

“Levi, no matter how much hentai you watch, you’ll still be asexual. You can enjoy watching it but not enjoy the act. Just because you like watching it or getting off to it doesn’t revoke your asexual card, or whatever your mind is thinking of. So stop it already, sheesh.”

Levi, who looked just about ready to die from embarrassment, gave a hesitant nod. Asmo didn’t pay much closer to his brother and instead focused on the pencil in hand as he worked on the eyeliner.

“Alright, so I might most likely be asexual,” Levi said. “But like…what if I felt the same way with romance?”

Asmodeus paused. He then went back to work, because he was not going to wear something that was asymmetrical. “Go on,” he pushed, in hopes that maybe Levi would continue.

“It’s dumb,” he started, “it’s just so dumb. I used to think it was my sin acting up, whenever I watched slice-of-life animes or ones with romance as the main focus–but I think maybe, just like with the whole sex thing, I just don’t like it…?”

Asmo felt a smile grow on his face. He never really got to talk about this with any of his brothers, save Mammon and Lucifer, and Asmo was always willing to talk about an identity that felt right to him. “It’s perfectly fine! Not wanting to be in any sort of relationship is fine Levi, it really is. If you don’t want sex but still want that romantic life, like Satan, then it’s fine! If you want no relationships period, like Barb, then that’s perfectly fine too! If you’re not interested in romance but are for sexual relationships,” like me went unspoken, “then that’s also fine. Whoever you end up being will be completely fine no matter what anyone says.”

Levi gave a hum at this. Whether or not he was satisfied with this, Asmo wasn’t sure, because right now he had to focus on his eye shadow.

“But,” the older brother started–ah, there it was–as he also gave a noise of displeasement, “but, what if–it doesn’t make sense! In anime the protagonist always gets the girl in the end. Or–or even the other boy in the end sometimes! And he always seems so happy and so I should be happy right?”

“Everyone is different,” Asmo answered. “Not everyone is interested in that sort of thing. What matters are the things that do bring you joy, Levi.” A small bundle of nerves made itself clear in Asmo’s stomach, a nervousness creeping up on him. Maybe giving an example would help his brother. It would also be a perfect time to tell him wouldn’t it? “Like me, for example, I-”

“But it doesn’t make sense!” Levi yelled, interrupting Asmo. Whether he meant to or not went unclear, but Asmo still felt a bit frustrated with his brother. “Romance is like…like everything, you know? So not only am I a loser who can’t even come out of his room without being afraid of the world and some gross looking otaku, but I’m also some weirdo who can’t grasp the concept of love? I guess I’ll just add another tally to the column of things that make me unloveable.” Gold ended up being smeared out of place as Asmo felt like something squeezed and stabbed his heart. He watched his careful eyes as Levi buried his head into his hands.

“Gah! I’ll always be the weird one, right? That’s my role forever? I can’t even get myself to be comfortable with romance or relationships in general, how pathetic is that? And what if it's just my sin acting up, huh? And what about the times I do like romance? Because I mean I don’t always hate romance, but also I tend to hate it most days? Oh. Do I hate romance? Is that what it is? Or am I–does my sin just make me feel that way?”

“I don’t know!” Asmo snapped. Levi flinched a bit at the harsh voice, but Asmo couldn’t find himself caring that much. “I’m not some sort of all-knowing being about being a-spec, Levi! Why don’t you just go and ask Barbatos or something, I’m sure he can help you. And then you can go and insult him too, ‘kay?”

“A-Asmo, I-”

“No no, it’s okay! Because you were just talking about yourself, so then it means that it doesn’t hurt others, right? So it doesn’t matter what comes out of your mouth, because you only insult yourself, right?...Right?”

Levi got up. “I guess–I should–I’lljustgotoBarb’sseeyoulaterAsmosorry!” Levi rushed out of the room, leaving only Asmo and his messed up makeup. He gave a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his beautiful hair and tugging on it. Damn Levi and his dumb brain, who can for some reason never think about how something he might say might affect other people other than himself. A part of Asmo wondered if he was too harsh on his older brother–no, that wasn’t it. Asmo was allowed to feel the way he did. Even if Levi didn’t direct it at him, he still said something that hurt his heart and he was justified to be angry about that.

Asmo gave a short huff, and started to look for makeup wipes to clean up the mess. Whatever, Levi can be his dumb self somewhere else. Maybe when he got back Asmo could explain why he got so angry, but in the meantime he was going to finally finish his morning routine.

~~~

Barbatos pulled the cookie sheet out of the oven. The timing he had planned out had gone wonderfully, as the shells for the macarons had just finished baking, while he had just finished all of the different flavored fillings moments ago.

A loud crash and bang caught his attention. Setting the tray down, he looked over with curiosity to see if perhaps Luke or Diavolo came searching for him for one reason or another. Instead there was Leviathan, stacking up bowls and other equipment that he without a doubt had made fall.

“Good morning, Leviathan,” he greeted. “How odd for you to come down here so early in the day. Is there something that you need?”

Leviathan snapped back up, attention all towards the butler. The polite smile on Barbatos’s face etched into one of amusement as the Avatar of Envy steadied himself and his breathing, clearly exhausted from simply traveling over.

“I was–I just wanted to ask about something. Asmo sent me here, and told me to ask you–I guess he got fed up with my annoying questions, or maybe I did something to piss him off again, I tend to do that–but if you’re busy I can come back, because you seem kinda busy and I don’t wanna get in the way of you baking or anything and like it isn’t really that urgent or anything and-”

Barbatos couldn’t help but chuckle, interrupting the younger demon’s ramblings. Leviathan really was an amusing demon to be around. “I don’t mind at all,” he said. “I need to wait for the macaron shells to cool off anyway, so I have plenty of free time.” Barbatos dragged out a stool, placed it near the kitchen island, and gestured for Levi to take a seat. The other demon climbed up and went to immediately drum his fingers on the marble countertops. “What is it that you wanted to talk about?”

“Oh. Well, it was just…I was discussing how I might possibly might be asexual with Asmo. And that’s like a whole other problem I have, but then I brought up feeling the same way towards romance and…I don’t know. I guess I just never thought about romance not being an option, but it just sounds so wrong. But thinking about being in one feels wrong too!”

Barbatos titled his head, and gave a hum as he processed those words. “I suppose the first thing I should ask should be why do you see these things as problems?” Leviathan gave a blank stare. He shook his head with a sigh, and reiterated, saying, “You just referred to being asexual and being aromantic–which is expiereincing little to no romantic attraction–as being a problem.”

Leviathan’s eyes widened at that. It was obvious that the demon started to freak out. “No, no not at all! I don’t think–whatever or whoever someone is, I don’t mind! If someone isn’t into sex, then good for them! They shouldn’t have to do anything they don’t want to do, you know? If Satan isn’t interested in sex, then he isn’t interested!”

“So, it’s only a problem and makes someone weird when it’s you who’s aromantic or asexual, then?” Leviathan shifted uncomfortably. Barbatos already knew the answer though–the third-born was always like this. Always so hesitant to accept himself but was always willing to accept others. Always so ready to deprave himself but speak kindly of others. He always blamed his sin for that, but Barbatos knew better. The demon just hated himself, simple as that.

“I don’t…being either of those things is not a problem, of course not.” Leviathan pulled his legs up to tuck under his chin, and Barbatos couldn’t help but wonder how the demon was able to do with the little bit of space given on the stool. “But like…I guess I’m just always the weird one. Why can’t I be like the others? Why do I have to be the one who hates romance and stuff? Why can’t I be like Lucifer or something, you know? Or even Mammon?”

Barbatos debated whether to tell Leviathan the fact that the eldest didn’t have the most exemplary relationship with the idea of romance. But he also knew that Lucifer was a fan of privacy, and wouldn’t be the happiest if he knew that Barbatos had told Leviathan. So instead, Barbatos led with something else. “You know, I myself am aroace.”

Leviathan’s head snapped up, eyes widened a bit. “Is that why Asmo sent me to you?”

“Possibly,” he answered. “Maybe he thought I could answer your questions better. Or maybe your self depreciation hurt him, as well. Just because you say things about yourself doesn't mean it doesn’t affect others. Asmodeus can at times react without thinking, and he was most likely hurt by what you said.”

“But I didn’t say anything! I–All I did was–I…” Leviathan paused, then gave a sigh. He ducked into his jacket. “He’s aromantic too, huh? And–and he thought I was talking about him, right?”

“Like I had said, your brother tends to take things to heart. You can’t blame him if he got upset over what you had said. Even if you were just insulting yourself, you were also insulting Asmodeus in the process.” Leviathan made a disgruntled noise, as he brought his hands up to hide his face. Not that it was needed, for his jacket did the job well enough, but the demon seemed to want to do everything he could to just disappear.

“I’m the worst brother ever!” he groaned. Barbatos gave a sigh, and shook his head. He went towards the different mixtures for the fillings.

“If that’s all you gathered from this conversation, then I can’t help but worry,” he said. But he knew how Leviathan's brain worked, that if he didn’t say anything then he would believe it to be the truth. So he then added, “But no, you aren’t the worst brother. You just need to be more mindful of what you say.”

“Asmo hates me,” the other demon replied, voice muffled from the layers of cloth and arms covering his face.

“He doesn’t hate you, Leviathan. You just need to apologize.” He started to fill the macaron filling into piping bags. “But back to the original topic. I will say just this one thing: whoever you turn out to be, your brothers will support you. They will still care and love you. Just because you aren’t interested in having romantic relationships, or decide that maybe you do want to be in one, or maybe only in queer platonic ones–nothing you can do will take away how much they cherish you.” He paused, trying to recollect his train of thought. “Now where was I…?”

A squeak-like noise made Barbatos turn back around to Levithan. He was still obviously trying to hide face, but the way his shoulders shook and how he attempted to hold in his breath only to release with shudders made it clear he was trying his best to not cry, but was failing to do so. Barbatos couldn’t help but go over and start rubbing the younger demon’s shoulder soothingly, which in turn made Leviathan release a loud sob.

“Now now, Leviathan, no need to cry,” the butler said. He took out a handkerchief and handed it over. Leviathan finally looked up and uncovered his face to see in front of him, and quickly swiped the handkerchief with a shaky “thanks”. He blew his nose into the cloth, and gave another shaky exhale.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why–this is so stupid, why am I–this is all just so stupid.”

“Just give yourself a minute to breathe and calm down,” Barbatos advised. He continued to rub small circles onto his back, as the demon started to try and calm himself. “If you still have questions about anything,” he continued, “then I don’t mind trying to explain to the best of my abilities. I may not be able to answer them very well, because we’re all different people with our own experiences. But I shall still try and help to the best of my ability.” Leviathan gave a nod at that. He awkwardly tried to hand back the handkerchief, even though Barbatos felt like it was obvious enough that he still needed it more than he did. He declined, and so Leviathan was left slowly bringing it back close to his body. Was there anything that the third-born did that was awkward in some sort of way?

“I, um-” Levi cleared his throat. “I still wanna stay around and just…hang out I guess. Ask about a few things I’m still confused about.”

“Of course. And in the meantime, would you like to help me construct these macarons?” And for once since he had arrived, Levi gave a smile. A smile, a shaky one, but a smile nonetheless. He gave a surprisingly enthusiastic nod, and Barbatos shared the smile.

“Good. Let’s get to work then, alright?”

~~~

Asmodeus ignored the sound of the footsteps entering the common room. He ignored the sound of them moving towards behind the couch, behind where Asmo sat as he scrolled mindlessly through Devilgram. He ignored the feeling of arms wrapping around from behind, around his neck that rested against his chest. He ignored the feeling of the demon bumping his forehead against the back of Asmo’s head as a sign of affection. Because he was still angry, and so he of course most certainly ignored the wonderful smell of Barbatos’s fresh macarons that wafted through the air.

“I’m sorry,” Levi said. “Like. Really, really sorry. Like, ultra-mega sorry. Like-”

“I heard you the first time!” Asmo snapped, throwing his phone down into his lap. “But I do not forgive you.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, making Asmo wonder if that was the only thing in his brother’s vocabulary. “I really didn’t mean to, honest. I didn’t mean to hurt you or insult you.” Asmodeus sighed. He knew Levi was telling the truth–he never means to hurt people, but his self-deprecation often extended onto others, and this instance was no different. Asmo already knew that Levi didn’t mean it, but hearing how Levi viewed being aromantic as being weird or pathetic or something that he should be upset about, it made Asmo a bit peeved. He knew that everyone had their own views, and thoughts and feelings, but he hated how Levi saw it.

He gave a sigh. “I suppose I overreacted just a bit,” he admitted. “But I’ll only forgive you if you hand over those macarons before Beel is able to smell them.”

“Too late!” came a shout from the stairwell. Mammon came rushing down and into the room. “He’s headin’ down and is about to come in any minute, hurry up and give me some already before he eats all of it!”

“Gh-Mammon!” Asmo slapped the hand away as he reached over to the bag that sat on the coffee table. “No way! These are Levi’s gifts to me so I can forgive him!”

“Well, actually, Barbatos told me to tell you all that it’s for everyone-”

“For me! So don’t dare take any, you little scoundrel!”

“‘Scoundrel’? So we’re doin’ name callin’ now, eh? Is that it you little-”

“Did I smell Barbatos’s cooking?” Beel hovered in the doorway, a pleased look on his face.

“Yes, but they’re all for me!”

“Oh…” the younger visibly deflated. “But just smelling them has made me hungry.”

“You’re always hungry, Beel!” Asmo slapped Mammon’s hand away again, and grabbed the plastic container to hold close to his chest. “I said stop, Mammon!”

“Hey! Didn’t you learn by now to respect authority? As the oldest, I demand you hand them over already!”

“No way!” Asmo looked behind and up at Levi, giving the best puppy-dog eyes he could muster. “Levi, please help me!”

“I-”

“Pleeeaaase?”

“Levs, as the third-oldest, you understand the importance of the hierarchy! Now help me already!”

“What if I promise to only eat some? Then could I have some?”

“No way I’m I trusting you, Beel!”

Levi covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut. “Ahh! Just-just shut up! Shut up and let me think!” Asmo frowned, and felt a bit of guilt eat at his heart. It was easy to forget how sensitive Levi was to things like noise, and how easily frazzled he could get.

All that guilt went down the drain though. Flushed away, and replaced with rage and a high-pitched scream as Levi ripped the box away from Asmo and ran out of the room, weaving past Mammon and Beel in the process.

“Why does he always make things difficult?” Mammon groaned. “Whatever. Whatever! Fine! Imma go just buy somethin’ at Madam Scream’s, you guys want anythin’? Keep in mind that, seeing as I am without Goldie, Luci’s payin’.”

Beel lit up again. “Oh, can you order two baker’s dozens of those double chocolate-chip cookies? Those were really good.”

“On it. Asmo, want anythin’?”

“No. No, I’m good,” he answered. He slowly got up, and dusted himself off. “I’ll head back upstairs.” Asmodeus headed up the stairs, the conversation between his two brothers going deaf to his ears. Right now, he was focused on his other brother.

Asmo knocked a little rhythm against Levi’s door. The door cracked open slightly, revealing Levi’s worried eyes peeking through.

“Is Mammon or Beel there?”

“No, they’re gone. Now let me in already, I still expect to have some food as compensation!”

“Compensation for what? You didn’t even do anything!”

“Other than generously forgiving you?” There was no response from the other side of the door, until it opened up a bit more.

“Fine, come inside. I was just going to give them to Lucifer so he could figure out how to divide it up between all of us, but I guess what Lucifer doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right…?”

Asmo gave a smile and brought up a finger to his lips in a shushing motion. “It’ll be our little secret!" He let himself inside the room. Eyes searched for the plastic box, until they finally found the item inside of Levi’s bathtub. “Aha! There it is~”

The demon climbed into the tub, propping his feet up on one of the ends and adjusting the pillow he sat on as he excitedly opened it up on his chest. The incredibly sweet smell invading his senses the second it was open, and his mouth watered for the pastries.

“Hey! Get out of my bed, Asmo!”

“What? No way! This is the only comfortable place in your whole room, Levi!”

“C’mon, get out already!”

“No!” Asmo stayed put, and gave a scream when Levi climbed into the tub. He was pushed to the side, legs drawn up to his chest as he was squished between the cool surface of the tub and Levi. It was definitely not made for two people to sit in it.

“Get out!” he said, slapping Levi’s arm. “Go! Shoo!”

“No way! This is my bed!”

“How about if I give you some macarons?” Levi went quiet, considering it.

“How about we share the macarons with both of us outside of the bed?”

“You mean outside of the tub?”

“I–It’s the same thing, you know it is!” Asmo chuckled as Levi climbed out. He followed suit, climbing out and settling with sitting down at the foot of the tub, crossing his legs and placing the box into his lap. Levi rolled his chair over, leaning over and waiting for a macaron.

Asmo smiled to himself when he finally got a good look at the multi-colored desserts. Different shades of orange, white, and then blue, sorted in that order, made Asmo feel a bit fuzzy inside. Many rows of the same pattern filled the container, many different flavors to try out. Levi picked out one of the orange ones, a huge smile growing on his face when he took the first bite.

“Man, Barb’s the best cook ever!” he stated, throwing the rest of the macaron into his mouth. He happily moved his hands inside of his sleeves and moved them in a quick up-down motion, the clothing flapping in a satisfying movement. Asmo couldn’t help but chuckle at that, and picked out his own macaron.

“I do forgive you, you know.”

“Huh?”

“Like, I actually forgive you. Not just because you gave me these delicious macarons.” Asmo looked up at him, where Levi avoided eye contact, settling with staring at his hands. “I know that you didn’t mean what you said. It stung a bit, but I was overreacting.”

“You–I don’t think you were overreacting,” Levi said. “I think your anger was justified.”

Asmo shrugged. “Maybe,” he admitted, “but I know that you were just upset and confused. I was pretty confused when I realized that I wasn’t like everyone else. I didn’t care or want romantic relationships, and I just didn’t get it…so I understand where you’re coming from, Levi. And if you need to talk to anyone or just want to vent, then I’ll be here for you. Promise.”

Levi gave a slow nod, and went to grab another macaron. He nibbled on it, staying quiet. Asmo wondered a bit if the conversation had grown awkward until a tentative voice spoke up.

“Thank you.”

Asmo beamed at that. “Of course! Anything for my favorite big brother.”

“Don’t try and flatter me, we all know Lucifer is your favorite older brother.” Asmo rolled his eyes at that, and grabbed another macaron.

“Whatever. As long as you know that I’m here for you.”

Levi gave another smile. One that was small, but genuine.

“Yeah. I do.”

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Can’t Be Trusted - JJ Maybank

Kooks have never really trusted pogues, but you have gained the trust of some as you babysit and dogsit for them. After inviting JJ over as you are dogsitting, a necklace goes missing and who else would have taken it other than the infamous kleptomaniac, right?

Warnings: some curse words

Word Count: 2.9k+

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"I think someone's mom is home!" You shout from the back door. After playing little game of hide and seek, Austin and Ava wanted to play in their treehouse, so you went inside and chilled out until their two-year-old sister, Aubrey, woke up.

"Okay! We will be out in a minute!" Ava shouted to you as she poked her head out the treehouse window. You rolled your eyes playfully before returning to Aubrey who was still a little groggy from her nap. All she wanted to do was lay in your arms and watch Trolls.

"How were they today, y/n?" Sadie asked you when she walked into her home.

"Absolute angels as always. This one is a little sleepy from her nap, but she just needs cuddles and she'll be fine. The other two are in the treehouse," you tell her as you walk over to where she was standing by the kitchen counter. Aubrey makes grabby hands at her mother and you lean forward to hand her off.

"Hey, I meant to ask you this when you were here last week but how would you feel about dog sitting?" You shot her a weird look as she did not have any dogs, but nodded, nonetheless.

"My sister, Savannah, has three dogs and she and her husband are going on vacation for a week. She just needs someone to let the dogs out and feed them and stuff. I told her about you because you are so great with the kids and I knew that if I can trust you with them, she can trust you with her dogs," Sadie finished.

It was nice to hear a kook say something so kind about a pogue. The adults don't seem to have as big of a problem with pogues as the teenagers do. You were happy to hear that she trusted you so much with her children because you love her kids so much and would do anything for them.

"You can tell her I'm interested," you tell Sadie and she nods.

"Okay, I'll send her your number. Thanks again y/n," she spoke as she handed you some money for your service and you walked out after hugging each of the kids goodbye.

...

"Okay, so that's all that you really need to know. You can stay here if you want so that you don't have to travel back and forth across the island. Let me show you the guest room." You follow Savannah through her house and to the guest room.

"You can invite your friends like Kiara or Sarah to stay with you, so you aren't too lonely. You can literally do whatever as long as you clean up after yourself, but I know I don't have to worry about anything with you. Sadie talks very highly of you." You blush at the comment and send her a smile. "Do you have any questions?"

"No ma'am. I think I got it all." She smiles at you as Bo, her golden retriever, licks up your leg. The two of you chuckle as you head back to the kitchen.

"Okay well here's the key and the code for the alarm system is 1742. I'll turn it on when we leave and when you get here, just turn it off and then turn it back on at night. Once again, thank you so much for doing this. I could not find anyone and the girl who normally keeps the dogs is going to be gone as well."

"No problem, Mrs. Savannah. I'm extremely excited to get to be with these pups all week next week," you say as you ruffle your hand through Bo’s fur. Her other two dogs, Bleu and Bailey, have been chilling but Bo has been following you everywhere. You said your goodbyes before heading over to The Wreck where your friends were.

"Hello everyone," you announce your presence as your friends greet you. You take the only empty seat at the table that sits between JJ and Pope and sneakily snag a fry from JJ's plate.

"Hey!" He shouts and attempts to grab the fry back, but it is already in your mouth. A giggle escapes your lips as he pouts about his stolen food.

"You owed me that one after all the food I share with you. At least, I have Pope. You'll share your fries with me, won't you buddy?" Pope grins at you before nodding.

"Of course." He slides his basket of fries closer to you and you gladly take one before Kie offers to get you some. You decline, saying you just wanted to tease JJ to which he frowns before ruffling with your hair playfully. After you fix your hair, the pogues ask you about your day.

"I was actually at Savannah's house, Sarah." She shot you a confused look before telling you to continue. Savannah and Sadie are cousins with Ward, so they are related to the Cameron’s. That's how Sarah knows her.

"I thought you babysit for Sadie," she wonders, and you nod.

"I do but Sadie recommended me to Savannah as a dog sitter, so I'm going to be staying there next week while they're on vacation."

"You're basically a kook now, y/n," JJ jokes as you roll your eyes at him.

"No, but I'll be living in the house of one for a week. I'm a full-on pogue right here and you know it." You say as you point to your heart. You had too many responsibilities to look after and pay for to be a kook. You have to help out your dad with money because your mom left you two when you were seven. Things would be a million times better if you were actually a kook but living like one for a little bit would be nice.

...

It was not long before you were living that dream. Savannah left a few days ago and you have been waking up to Bo’s adorable face next to you every morning. As you watched the dogs run around in the backyard, you decided to invite a friend over. You were getting kinda lonely and Savannah said you could invite someone like Kie or Sarah, so you shot Kie a text first.

Y/n: what are you doing tonight? I'm kinda lonely and wanna sleepover with my girl

Kie: my dad has me working all night and then Sarah and I are going to the mainland early in the morning

Y/n: okay I'll ask one of the guys, thanks though

You can't ask John B because you don't want Sarah to get the wrong impression and Pope has work early in the morning with his dad, so your only option is JJ. There is nothing wrong with JJ. You love him to death, but he tends to slip things away without anyone noticing. You want to make a good first impression so that Savannah will want to use you again in the future. You let out a sigh before calling JJ.

"Hello?" His voice sounded through your ears.

"Hey, are you gonna be busy tonight?"

"No, what's up?" He asks as he makes sure to pop the 'p' at the end of his sentence.

"Well, I'm kinda lonely and Savannah said I could invite a friend to stay with me, so I was wondering if you wanted to." You were kind of nervous he would say no but he didn't.

"Yeah sure. I'll be over at like seven and I can bring a pizza."

"Ooo, sounds good. I'll see you then," you said as you salivated at the sound of pizza. You two ended the phone call and went on about your days until he came over. You showed him around the house and introduced him to Bo, Bleu, and Bailey. You made sure to keep a close eye on him the whole night to make sure he didn't snag anything without you knowing.

"Okay I'm stuffed," you announce as you set you unfinished pizza slice down.

"Well, I'm not so..." he trailed off as he grabbed your slice and finished it. You playfully rolled your eyes as you hopped off the barstool and threw the pizza box in the trash. As he finishes, you let the dogs out one last time for the night before bringing them back in, locking the door, and turning on the alarm.

...

After a while, the two of you both get showered and ready for bed. JJ takes one side and you take the other before turning to face him.

"Thanks for staying with me tonight," you whisper, careful not to wake the sleeping Bo that laid between the two of you.

"No problem, y/n. You know I'd do anything for you." His words bring a smile to your face that he can barely see in the low light. You mutter another 'thank you' and then a 'goodnight' as you press your lips to his cheek before turning around and falling asleep.

...

Though the two of you fell asleep separately with Bo between you, you woke up snuggled into JJ's side, your head resting on his bare chest. Bo laid on the other side of him by his leg. You smiled down at the dog as you slid out of JJ's arms. After admiring his sleeping form, you turned off the house alarm and let the dogs out to do their business.

While they were out, you found some eggs and decided to scramble them for breakfast and serve them with some toast. A shirtless sleepy JJ appeared in the doorway as you cooked the eggs. He rubbed his tired eyes before leaning against the counter next to you.

"Whatcha cooking?" He asks as he looks out the window to watch the dogs run around.

"Some eggs. If you want to help, there's bread over there that you can pop in the toaster," you tell him, pointing in the direction of the bread. He nods and does as you asked of him. He looks around in several cabinets before finding the plates and he pulls out two for y'all. He places them down next to you as you finish the eggs and put them on the plates. As soon as you finish with that, the toast pops up.

"Do you want grape or apple jelly?" He asks as he holds the two options up for you to see.

"Grape please." He takes care of the toast as you get two forks and set the plates down on the counter where you two ate last night. You grab two cups and fill them both with some orange juice to complete your meals.

"We do pretty well together," he boasts looking down at the finished product of your work. You laugh and agree before sitting down next to him. As you eat your breakfast, you look around and really take in the beautiful home you have been staying in.

"This place is really pretty," you say softly, still looking around at everything.

"One day, I'm gonna get you a place like this," JJ says as you giggle. He's always joked that you two were going to end up together and that y’all would go full kook. You had always liked JJ but never tried anything. He never initiated anything either, so you just stayed friends. You nodded at him in agreement.

"One day, we will have a huge house and we'll have dogs too," you add on to the dream. JJ wanted to add kids to the dream too but was not sure how you would feel about it, so he kept quiet.

"Yep," he spoke before filling his mouth with eggs again.

...

"Hey y/n! Sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you had anyone over," Savannah asked you through the phone. You felt tense and unsure about what she was getting at.

"Kiara and Sarah stayed with me one night, but that was it. Do you mind me asking why?" You weren't completely lying. After JJ stayed with you, Kie and Sarah spent the night two nights later.

"Well, I can't find one of my necklaces that I thought I had left in the living room on accident before leaving. It was worth a lot of money and my husband gave it to me. I was going to ask if you had seen it and if you had anyone over, would you please ask them if they had seen it too?" JJ's name ran through your mind constantly as she spoke. That little kleptomaniac probably stole it.

"No ma'am. I didn't see it, but I'll ask the girls and get back to you. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Just please let me know as soon as possible," she said before hanging up.

"Fuck," you mutter as your mind races. She probably thinks you stole it and she'll probably tell her sister and you won't be able to babysit anymore which is your most steady and good-paying job. You don't even bother asking the girls. Your first priority is JJ.

...

When you walk up to the chateau, you notice JJ laying on the hammock in the back.

"Hey y/n! What's up?" He asked happily but his face changed when he caught sight of yours. "What happened?"

"I'm going to ask you something and I want you to be completely honest with me." He nods, waiting for you to fill him in on what is bothering you.

"Did you steal anything from Savannah's house?"

"What the hell, y/n?" He asks, anger lacing his voice.

"That wasn't a no."

"No, y/n! I didn't steal anything. Why would you ask me that?" He seethes. He's stood up from the hammock now, too angry to sit.

"Because she can't find an expensive ass necklace and you normally like to steal things. Sorry for automatically thinking it was you," you speak sarcastically.

"I didn't steal it, y/n. I never saw a necklace the whole time I was there. You were with me the whole time. The only time we weren't together was when I was in the shower and when you were in the shower, I was in bed. I promise I didn't leave or go anywhere while you were gone." He stops for a minute as he thinks.

"Is that why you watched my every fucking move while I was there? Because you thought I would steal something?" You stayed quiet which gave him the answer he was looking for. He let out a scoff before continuing to speak.

"You know what? Fuck what I said. That whole dream of you and I getting together one day and living like that. I can't do that with someone who doesn't trust me." His words hurt but you shrugged it off as if it did not matter to you.

"That's fine with me. It was a dumb dream anyway. Like we could achieve that." You scoff before turning around and walking home. Tears streamed down your cheeks. You probably just lost your favorite job and your best friend. Could life get any worse? Your phone buzzes in your hand. Reluctantly you look down at it, hoping it was Kie or Pope or Sarah. Someone who could make you feel better, but it wasn't. It was Savannah.

Savannah: hey just wanted to let you know I found the necklace

"Shit," you muttered under your breath as guilt washes over you and you bolt back to the chateau. You had royally screwed up everything and have to fix it. When you walked to the back where JJ was, you saw him sitting in the hammock with his hands behind his head. He glances over at your approaching figure before returning his gaze to the tree above him.

"You here to accuse me of some more shit I didn't do?" He asks bitterly. You deserve it. You were a shit friend.

"Um, no," you whisper as you shake your head and more tears prick your eyes from all the guilt and shame you felt, "I'm so sorry JJ. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions and I should've believed you. I know you wouldn't lie to me. I was just scared that I would lose my job with Sadie. You know how much I love those kids. I thought I'd never get to be with them again. I know that doesn't justify me accusing you of stealing but I love you and hope you can forgive me."

You wipe away the last of your tears before JJ stands up to pull you into a hug. You wrap your arms tightly around him, glad he seemed to forgive you for your crappy actions.

"I couldn't have stayed mad at you if I tried. I just wish you would trust me more," he whispered in your ear before pulling away from you.

"That's the thing JJ. I trust you so much, with my life and everything, but the things just added up and you'd be lying if you said stealing isn't something you would totally do." The two of you laugh together before JJ pulls you down onto the hammock with him and you lay together, looking up at the sky through the tree branches. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you before JJ decided to speak.

"You stole first," he said softly. You turned to look up at him with a questioning look upon your face.

"What? No, I didn't. What do you mean?"

"You stole my heart," he smiled goofily at you before you roll your eyes and cuddle into him.

"Oh, shut up." You feel his laugh vibrate through his chest.

"I love you, y/n," he whispered as his fingers ran through your hair.

"Love you too JJ," you hummed.

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fanimesenseiwrites · 4 years

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Hoshiko dealing with depression and their own mortality. Brothers worried. Cute times. Sexy times in part 2.

Existential Crisis (pt. 1)

"... I'm so glad you've returned to us."

"I wish I could stay forever..."

Lucifer's words as well as their own echoed around in Hoshiko's head as they drew a bath for themself.

Hoshiko had just returned to the Devildom, to their family, so why weren't they happy? Why couldn't they get this feeling of dread out of their head?

They were pulled from their thoughts when they heard the bedroom door open. Hoshiko walked out of the bathroom and into their bedroom.

"Hey! There you are!" Mammon exclaimed from where he was standing in the doorway.

Hoshiko smiled at him. "Hey, I was just about to take a bath."

He pouted. "I want to hang out with you though."

"So come on in and hang out with me."

"... okay. " he walked in cautiously and closed the door behind him. "It's just you in here?"

"Yeah," They told him as they started to undress.

He blushed and glanced away. "So, uh..."

"Why don't you take a bath with me?" Hoshiko suggested.

He looked at them. "You sure?"

"Yeah, you're not Asmo," they joked.

"Yeah, I'm way better than him..." he told them as he shrugged off his leather jacket.

Hoshiko chuckled and went to check on the bath, they added some bubble soap.

Mammon walked into the bathroom when he was down to just his boxers. "You really want me to take a bath with you?" He asked, a little nervous.

"Yes, I really do," Hoshiko told him as they put their hair up in a bun on top of their head.

"Okay." He slipped off his boxers and got into the tub.

Hoshiko got in after him and turned off the water before leaning back against him so that their back was touching his chest.

"... there's a lot of bubbles in this bath," Mammon commented awkwardly.

"Have you never taken a bubble bath before?" Hoshiko asked him.

"Uh, no. That's more of an Asmo thing."

"Well that's kinda exciting that your first one is with me." Hoshiko grabbed his hand and laced their fingers together.

"Yeah..." he looked at their hands.

"Mammon, you're too quiet. What's wrong?"

"What? Nothing's wrong."

"You promise?"

"Yeah, yeah."

Hoshiko leaned their head back so that they could look at his face. "Do you like me?"

He looked at them. "What? Yeah I like you. What the hell kind of question is that?"

"Do you like me enough to want to hang out with me forever?"

He blushed. "Forever?"

"Yeah... I don't want to leave..." They looked back down at the bubbles.

He wrapped his arms around Hoshiko. "Then don't leave."

Hoshiko gripped his arms with both of their hands. "But I also can't stay, at least not as I am. I may be here now but I'll get old and I won't last... but all of you won't change, while I grow old and die. If I'm to age like that, I'd rather it be done in the human world where everyone will change with me..."

Mammon squeezed them tighter. "So... we just gotta make you immortal. Easy," his tone was somber.

Hoshiko chuckled softly. "Yeah, if only it were."

Mammon sighed and rest his cheek against the side of Hoshiko's head.

They sat in the tub quietly until the water got cool.

"... we should get out, " Hoshiko eventually decided.

"Yeah..." Mammon let go of them and Hoshiko stood up and grabbed a towel.

They stepped out of the tub and dried off before handing another towel to Mammon.

He stood up and took it. "Thanks." He dried off and stepped out of the tub.

Hoshiko pulled the plug in the tub before going into the bedroom and pulling out a night gown and slipping it on.

Mammon put his boxers back on first, then went to grab the rest of his clothes.

"Will you just stay with me tonight?" Hoshiko asked him, their voice small and unsure.

Mammon looked at them. "Yeah." He put his clothes back down on a chair.

Hoshiko climbed into bed.

Mammon turned off the light and then climbed into bed with Hoshiko.

They snuggled up to him.

He pulled the blanket around them before wrapping his arms around Hoshiko.

Hoshiko fell asleep easily in his arms.

Mammon fell asleep pretty quickly too.

Hoshiko woke him up in the morning with a kiss.

"Mm..." he kissed back when he woke up. "Mornin'..."

Hoshiko smiled. "I've got breakfast duty this morning so I'm getting up." They sat up and stretched. "You should go to your room before Lucifer wakes up."

He groaned. "Okay..." he still didn't move though.

"Mammon..." Hoshiko whined and shook him.

He grinned and pulled Hoshiko back into a laying position, holding them tightly to keep them from getting back up.

Hoshiko squealed. "Mammon!"

He laughed and kissed them.

Hoshiko kissed back but pulled away quickly. "Come on, we have to get up, really."

He groaned. "Fine..."

They pulled the covers off of them.

He got up so that Hoshiko could get up.

"Thank you." They got up and got ready for school.

Mammon put on his clothes from the night before.

Hoshiko hugged him before he left the room. "Thanks for staying with me last night."

"No problem," He told them as he hugged back. "You should get started on breakfast before Lucifer gets onto you... or worse, Beel."

They laughed. "Yeah." They pulled away and headed to the kitchen.

Mammon went back to his room to put his school uniform on. He headed back down to the kitchen once he was dressed.

Hoshiko had already made an obnoxious amount of pancakes.

"I don't know that I'll ever get used to seeing your human food..." Mammon commented as he grabbed a pancake from the stack and then ate it as it was.

"But you're fine eating it?" Hoshiko asked teasingly.

"Yeah, you're a good cook," he said with his mouth full of pancake.

They chuckled and shook their head. They got a pot of coffee started before going back to the stove to scramble an ungodly amount of eggs.

Beelzebub was the next brother to come into the kitchen. "Oh it smells delicious~"

"Stop," Hoshiko commanded right before he grabbed some food.

He stopped in his tracks but then pouted. "Why?"

"Is Belphegor awake?"

"Uh, I tried to get him up but-"

"No buts. Go get him up and then you can come eat. Tell him he won't like it if I have to come up there."

Beel pouted and went back upstairs begrudgingly.

Satan and Lucifer were the next ones downstairs.

"Good morning Satan, Lucifer~ there's coffee ready for y'all," Hoshiko told them as they set the food out on the table.

"Thank you," Lucifer replied politely.

"You're an angel," Satan told them before going to get coffee.

Hoshiko smiled slightly as they set out silverware.

Beelzebub walked back into the dining room alone, soon after.

Hoshiko looked at him. "Where's Belphie?"

"Uh, he said that he wasn't afraid of you and then rolled over to go back to sleep..." he told them sheepishly.

Hoshiko narrowed their eyes. "I see."

Lucifer sighed and started to head back upstairs.

Hoshiko grabbed his arm to stop him. "Don't worry about it. I've got it. You sit and eat."

Lucifer looked at them. "Really?"

"Yes." They looked at Beel. "Thank you anyways, you can go ahead and eat."

He grinned and immediately sat down to eat.

Hoshiko went upstairs and went to Beelzebub and Belphegor's room. They walked in and closed the door behind them before walking straight to Belphegor's bed. "Belphie~ it's time for breakfast~" They sang sweetly.

He groaned quietly but otherwise didn't respond.

Hoshiko sat next to him on the bed and shook him gently. "Belphie~ If you don't get up I'm going to tickle you~"

"... you wouldn't..." Belphegor's reply came from underneath the covers.

"You really wanna try it?" Hoshiko asked, their voice daring, ready to take up the challenge.

He moved the covers off of him enough to glare at them. "Why are you being mean?"

"I actually saved you from Lucifer coming to get you up so, you're welcome."

He sighed and pulled the covers off of himself.

Hoshiko leaned over and kissed him sweetly.

"Mm..." he kissed back. "That's how you should wake a guy up."

Hoshiko rolled their eyes before smiling at him. "Come on. Get up."

He nodded and sat up.

They stood back up. "I'm gonna go check on Asmo and Levi. Breakfast is ready downstairs. You better get down there before Beel eats it all."

He chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, thanks." He got up and started to get dressed.

Hoshiko only left the room once they saw him getting ready.

Asmo was coming out of his room just as Hoshiko was coming out of Beel and Belphie's.

"Oh good, you're awake," Hoshiko stated once they saw him.

Asmo smiled brightly at them. "Of course I'm awake, it takes time to look this good."

"What are you talking about? You always look perfect," Hoshiko told him with a smile.

Asmo beamed. "Oh you're too sweet!" He hugged and kissed Hoshiko.

They kissed back briefly. "Go get some breakfast. I gotta drag Levi out of bed."

Asmo chuckled. "Okay. Good luck~" he told them as he sauntered off.

Hoshiko went into Levi's room and found him asleep in his gaming chair. They sighed and walked over to him and stroked his cheek. "Leviathan, wake up," Hoshiko sang.

"Huh...?" He cracked his eyes open. He jumped and blushed when he saw Hoshiko right in front of him. "H-Hoshiko! W-why are you in here? And so close?" He whined.

Hoshiko grinned at him. "I'm waking you up. You need to get ready for school."

He just nodded, still blushing.

Hoshiko moved away and gathered his uniform for him.

Levi stood up. "You don't have to do that."

Hoshiko shrugged. "I want to. I want to do stuff for you."

"But... why?" Levi asked as he pulled off his jacket and laid it on his chair.

"I just do. It's how I show people I care," they told him as they looked through all his ties for one that wasn't wrinkled. "Do you have a tie that isn't wrinkled?"

"Uh... I don't know..." Levi told them honestly as he changed into his school shirt.

Hoshiko groaned. "Do I need to buy you one of those special hangers just for ties? Should I steam all your ties for you?"

Levi looked at them. "Why would you do all that for me? I don't even wear the tie usually."

"But its part of the uniform! There's a reason you have a uniform!" They suddenly snapped.

Levi shrank back, equally surprised and scared by their sudden outburst.

Hoshiko sighed and ran a hand over their face. "I'm sorry... I'm not actually upset about your uniform."

"Then what are you upset about?" Levi asked tentatively.

"It's nothing, you don't wanna hear about my stupid human problems..." They told him as they left his room and headed back downstairs.

Levi frowned but just finished getting dressed.

Hoshiko just went and filled up a travel mug with coffee when they got back downstairs, not bothering with breakfast.

"Aren't ya gonna eat?" Mammon asked Hoshiko.

"No, I'm not really hungry. I'm just gonna head to RAD."

Satan stood up from his seat at the table. "I'll walk with you. I have to return a book to the school library before class anyways," he explained.

Hoshiko nodded. "Sounds good."

They both grabbed their bookbags before they left, leaving the other brothers behind for the moment.

They walked to school together quietly.

Right before they walked into the school, Hoshiko stopped and looked at Satan.

He stopped and looked at them as well. "Is everything alright?" He had been concerned about how quiet they had been on the walk to school.

"You know that I love you, right?" Hoshiko asked him.

He blushed. "Uh, I suppose I knew..."

Hoshiko nodded. "I do. I love you and appreciate you and I'm glad I've met you."

He furrowed his brow and grabbed their hand. "Is everything alright?"

"What? I can't just tell you that I love you?"

"Of course you can, your tone is just... concerning."

They nodded and looked away from him. "Sorry..." They pulled their hand away and started to walk away.

Satan grabbed their hand again quickly. "I love you too," he confessed quickly, a slight blush staining his cheeks.

Hoshiko smiled at him. "I'm glad to hear it."

He nodded.

"Come on, let's go to homeroom."

"Yes, let's do that." He kept holding their hand while they walked to homeroom. He hadn't forgotten about his book, but he felt it was best to not leave Hoshiko alone at the moment.

When they got into the classroom, Satan sat down in his usual seat and sent Lucifer a quick text, asking to talk later.

After the student council meeting that afternoon, Hoshiko stayed behind to talk to Diavolo.

"I'll wait for you outside," Lucifer told them.

"I'd actually prefer if you didn't, " Hoshiko told him.

"And I'd prefer if you didn't walk home alone," he told them, his voice stern and his brows furrowed.

Hoshiko narrowed their eyes at him.

"I will make sure Hoshiko gets home safely," Diavolo interjected.

Lucifer looked at him and nodded. "Alright. Thank you." He left and went home.

Diavolo closed the door behind Lucifer and looked at Hoshiko. "Now what did you want to talk to me about?"

Hoshiko sighed. "I think I need to go home..."

Diavolo frowned. "Really? But you just got here."

"I mean, not right this second. I just don't think I should be here anymore..."

"Okay, but why?" He reached out to touch their hands.

Hoshiko let him, and actually grabbed his hands in return. "I... it's not that I actually want to go but I just can't stay... the longer I stay the worse it'll be on everyone when I..." They looked down at their hands.

"When you do have to leave," Diavolo finished for them.

"Uh, yeah..." They swallowed thickly.

He nodded. "But its not anything any of the brothers have done, right?"

Hoshiko looked at him. "Absolutely not. They've all been really good actually. I love spending time with them. I love them..." They teared up. "I love them so much I don't want to hurt them."

"You know it will hurt them when you leave."

"I know..." Hoshiko whined, hating the fact that he was right. "But it's also going to hurt when I grow old and die and you all stay the same," they cried.

Diavolo frowned. "You're awfully young to be thinking about death."

"If I don't think about it, it'll sneak up on me."

Diavolo just nodded. "You know everyone wants you to stay, myself included. Would you consider staying a little longer?"

Hoshiko sighed. "Yeah, I'll think about it."

Diavolo nodded. "I'll give you time to do so. Now let's get you home before Lucifer starts to worry."

"Let's be real, he's already worrying."

Diavolo laughed. "You're probably right."

Hoshiko grinned as they wiped the tears from their cheeks. "Come on, let's go."

They both walked to House of Lamentation together.

Part 2

#I've had this in my notes forever #finally posting this #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #hoshiko higure #obey me lucifer #obey me levi #obey me mammon #my obey me mc #obey me asmo #my work #obey me Satan #obey me fanfic

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gotreactions · 4 years

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Got7 Reaction: Their Actress/Actor S/O Has to Film a Sex Scene

Warnings; light NSFW, Fluff, maybe slight angst depending on how you view things but I don't wanna get yelled at so I'm putting it in 'warnings' anyways!

Backstory: You're an actress/actor staring in a new movie/tv series and your next scene is a sex scene that will be fairly visual and detailed

Jaebeom:

He knows acting is your job, so he would try to be supportive and understanding even though he felt extremely jealous under the surface. He would ask to read the scrip just to see HOW visual the scene would be. Upon realising how long the scene would be lasting he felt his skin heat up, he doesn't like the thought of anyone else seeing you in a way that only he should.

After reading the script he would sit down on the sofa and call you out so he could discuss this with you. He would pull you in his lap and hug you from behind, pulling you closer so your back was against his chest and he could easily whisper in your ear, asking a billion questions quite seductively oddly enough. "Are you excited to film this scene? Wanna have sex with another man on camera?" Questions along those lines as he spread your legs open even as you insisted you wouldn't actually be having sex with him and telling JB that if he really wasn't okay with this you would talk to the director and see if there was a way out of it. Your reassurance made him feel better, and deep down he knows that no-one could satisfy you like he does. That doesn't mean he won't use this to his advantage however. He would have enough of your blabbering and he'd tell you to get up and strip for him, smacking your ass as soon as you stood up. He would lean back and enjoy his little show that would lead to a long night for you two.

The next morning you wake up in his arms, covered from neck to toe in hickeys and love bites. Jaebeom would rub your waist as he spoons you from behind and kisses along your shoulders before speaking up about how he feels finally.

"I'm happy for you getting a big role and I understand apart of your job may mean doing jobs like this sometimes. If you want to do the scene, go for it. I support you fully my love. If you don't want to film the scene and if you feel uncomfortable with it, I'll go down there myself and talk to the director so you won't take the heat for it alright?"

In the end he would leave it up to you. However if you do choose to film the scene, he would get kinda cocky to a degree. Asking things such as, 'I wonder if they'll leave the hickeys showing. I hope they do so everyone can see just how much daddy pleasures you.' And every day up until the filming of the scene would be full of these cocky retorts and him kissing all over your body cause he still feels a little jealous.

Mark:

The two of you were sitting together watching a movie and cuddling when you randomly brought the scene up. At first Mark would scrunch his brows together and slowly turn his head away from the tv, moving it to look down at you instead. He would ask what you said, while looking half between the movie half between you. When you would repeat yourself 'I'm filming a sex scene for work next week' he would nod a bit before grabbing the remote and pausing the movie. He'd move around on the sofa/bed a bit to get more comfortable before facing you and asking all about it. 'How long have you known? What's the context of the scene? Are you excited?' He would want to hear everything about it while he processes all of this. In the end he would put on his normal happy smile and rub your waist. "I'm happy for you." Would slip out of his mouth before he kissed you and pulled you to lay against his chest. He'd suggest getting back to your movie that y'all had been watching, pressing play.

The rest of the night all he could invision was you naked, covered with only a white sheet and a random guy on top of you. He felt uncomfortable and protective as he rubbed your back while he finished watching the movie with you.

When you guys went to bed that night, Mark felt to weird to hold you in his sleep. Though he will admit he didn't even sleep that night. Images of you with another guy, even if just for a movie, seemed too weird and wrong to him. You should be with him and him only. His mind ended up wandering and he starting to get a little insecure wondering if you would enjoy your fake sex scene on camera with a guy you barely know outside of work more than real sex with Mark whom you've been with for ages now. He felt weirdest about himself, cause he isn't normally the super insecure jealous type but right now he wants to punch the guy in the face and fuck you himself - and he doesn't even know the guy.

A few days before you had to film the scene, you would confront Mark on his weird behavior - him not holding you in your sleep, how he's spent more time at the studio and coming home later, how he doesn't talk to you as much. He would be open and admit he feels weird and overly jealous about thinking of you with another - even if it is purely an on camera for a movie thing. You would laugh a little and reassure him that nothing would actually happen with you and this guy and how even in the scene, you guys wouldn't actually be touching. You told him you would be wearing clothes under the sheets and that if Mark wanted he could come to the set, meet the guy, and watch the scene as you film. You promised him if he showed up to the set, you would stare in his (Marks) eyes the entire time you were filming so he would know for sure he's the only one for you.

Mark felt better after opening up to you about his worries and jealousy. After you talked him through everything he would scoop you up in his arms and carry you to bed bridal style, kissing you gently yet passionately. All night he would whisper 'I love you's in your ear while you make love and feel all of his love, reassuring him of your love in an intimate way.

Jackson:

Anger, jealousy, immaturity. It would start off with innocent discusing back and worth, him getting jealous and asking why you would want to do that kind of scene and you wanting to be independent and to be able to film this cause you really enjoy being in this show/movie plus 'its not that racey' so 'whats the big problem?'

Eventually Jackson would get up and start walking off as you continue talking to him, trying to explain what's going on to him. Trying to tell him about the scene and movie. He would throw his hands up in defensive shouting a 'I don't wanna hear it, go do whatever you want!' As he storms off, leaving the house and slamming the door on his way out. At first you would chase after him, feeling slightly bad but he would ignore you as you climbed in his car and drove off.

You must have shouted his name 100 times, called his phone a dozen and a half more. He was ignoring you and acting childish so you gave up. You went inside, watched some tv/read a book. Cooked, ate, did the dishes. You watched the clock tick and called his phone every 10-20 minutes feeling so annoyed and worried. It was around 2am that he finally came home. He smelt of alcohol as he walked right past you, both of you silent as he went to the bathroom.

Knowing what to do by now you went to the kitchen to make him some tea and a light snack in attempt to sober him up before bed but he never came back out that night, not like he usually would.

The next morning as you were making breakfast you felt a set of arms wrap around you as Jackson whispered "I'm sorry" over and over again, hiding his face in your neck and squeezing you like a teddy bear. You would be stern and tell him you're still filming that scene. Jackson would be more understanding this time around after talking to his friends about it the night before, he realises he has to trust you and that he really does trust you. You guys would sit down to eat that morning and this time as you told Jackson about the scene, he listened to you and you were able to have a mature and civilized discussion.

Jinyoung:

He was very understanding and happy for you. He knows how much you love acting and how much you like your job. Knowing you inside and out he would know that if you didn't want to do this scene, you'd say something at least to him. Meaning, this scene isn't something he needs to worry about if you feel comfortable with it. There is no-one in the world JR trusts more than you. He loves you, values your relationship, and he's confident in you two. Confident in your sex life that nothing is lacking. Confident in your romance and your love that nobody could split you guys apart - especially not a coworker of yours on a single movie.

He would offer to help you run lines, he'd be bluntly honest on if your moans seemed too fake and he would help you perfect them. Using a teddy bear and pulling out his camera he would help you place your hands in the most flattering way on camera to make you look the best, so you would know where to place your hands on the guy/girl in the scene. Overall, he'd be very supportive.

However, he would also joke and tease a lot. 'i wonder if I should go to the studio and teach (act. name) how to pleasure you.' He loves teasing you about this. Even after the movie comes out, he will comment about everything to do with that scene and openly tell you your hands look better on his back (JR's). He would tell you you sound better gasping and moaning in his ear compared to on camera and he would do everything in his power to turn you red and get you squirming in your seat beside him.

Youngjae:

He wasn't really jealous, but he wasn't exactly the biggest ray of sunshine either. In the back of his mind he couldn't figure out how this kind of scene fit into the kind of movie you were filming. He also had a few inner questions about if this would be a reoccurring thing or not. Like, if there's going to be a sequel would you have to film another one of these scenes? Really, he was just trying to wrap his head around all of this.

After a day or two he would be more relaxed and totally let it go, acting as if this was just like any other scene you've ever filmed. He would continue askikg about work, how your day was. He would take you dates like usual, may be even more dates just to give you extra proof on how much he loves you for just in case whatever reason. Every day/night leading up til the filming date he would take you out on a date and continue being himself.

Once the movie was released, you guys went to the showing together and he got to meet the cast and crew which was exciting and nerve wracking to him - he definetely clung to you all night at the event. By the end of the evening, once he met the actor whom you filmed with, he felt much better and more relieved - even though he didn't realise he was stressing about this to begin with. When he saw how you looked at him compared to this actor, he knew there was nothing going on between you and any other man (or woman). Your love was all his and it made him feel confident and really happy inside. In the end, the scene meant nothing to him but a career success and boost for you.

BamBam:

Three words: Rough jealousy sex.

He was so jealous! Yes, he's met this actor before as y'all have filmed together before. No, there was never a spark between you two nor will there ever be one. To say your fellow actor was a friend would be a bit much - you work together and that's it. This scene honestly means nothing but a new experience to you. But BamBam? Oof!

He felt insecure thinking of you with another person in bed. He felt so gross at the fake scene that hasn't even happened yet that he doesn't even wanna be with you in a bed. He felt so jealous of a guy who can't even compare to him that he felt jealousy and few tears of confusion and shock swell up inside him. The night you told him about the scene, he would make a lot of jokes asking if you were alright filming a sex scene with a shrimp. Making jokes on how he is 'big' BamBam who can give you better bam bam than anyone. He would laugh a lot and hug you tight, ruffling up your hair and teasing you in general.

As the filming date got closer however, BamBam wasn't able to hold in his jealpusy anymore. He ended up snapping one night. Yelling, crying a bit, shoved some glass vases off the dresser into the floor. He begged you for reassurance asking if he's able to pleasure you or if your reactions in bed with him were all acting skills if yours. (He knew they were real reactions but he just needed you to tell him and to prove it to him.) As you cried a bit and broke down in honesty about how much you love him Bambam would push you against a wall and kiss you with more passion than ever before. Tonight has something to prove to you and to himself. He would 'bam bam' bang you against every iteam of furniture in your apartment aside from the bed that he felt to disgusted to go near at that moment in time. You had so many orgasms that night you spent the next 24 hours recuperating and relaxing as you and BamBam cuddled and lazed around in bed together.

After this, after seeing how you shake in pleasure beneath him and after feeling your body heat against his BamBam didn't feel as jealous though he was ready for the scene to just happen and get done with so he could stop thinking about it and so he could forget it ever happened.

Yugyeom:

Well, he definetely pouted a bit at first. Contemplated everything leading up to this moment. Replayed images of all your moments throughout the years. He felt like he should be more jealous than he actually was but for some reason he felt nothing? I mean previously when you'd tell him about a job such as getting to ride a horse across a beach or having a sword fighting scene he would feel really excited and kind of wish it was him instead. When you would tell him about all the animals and kids you get to work with, his heart would swell up feeling happy that so many people get to see your beautiful smile every day. But when you told him about this actor, about this scene? He felt nothing. Not jealousy nor happiness. He felt empty and no reaction. It was like, he doesn't love this gig but he loves you so they weight each other out.

As to try and feel something he would discuss it with you more, ask about it every day, talk work with you every chance he got. He asked his Hyungs if how he was feeling was normal or not but he was never able to come to a solid conclusion.

He was supportive, but at the same time he just wanted to spend time with you. After asking and hearing about your work that day for5-10 minutes nightly he would spend the next 3-4 hours just holding you, playing games, talking, giving you his undivided attention and not thinking about this other person whom you'd be filming with. As a matter of fact, in these moments, you aren't even an actress to him. You're his Queen/King and that's it.

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Part 25

(Misaki Kneeled in front of his parents grave, tightly holding Usagi's hand, even though his tie had just been fixed before they left they house, it was somehow already crooked. He had no idea what to say, should he start by apologizing that he hadn't been to visit in the last fourteen years? Or introduce Usagi first like it's just a normal conversation.)

Misaki: (lets out a long sigh, Usagi Squeezing his hand for encouragement). Uh, hey mom, dad. This feels weird, I know I never really came to visit, mostly because for the longest time I thought your death was my fault, a-a-and I know that sounds dumb but it's true, so I never came, I'm here today because I lot is happening. I'm graduating!, I'm also getting married, to this guy. He's the love of my life, if you guys we're alive I'd think you'd love him. (He smiled gently at Usagi), His name is Akihiko Usami, but I call him Usagi. He's amazing, the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm so lucky to have him, I want you to meet him.

Usagi: Um hi, I don't know how to introduce myself, should I say Usagi? (He ducked his head), No that sounds weird, I'm Usami. Misaki says he's the best thing that's ever happened to him, but truthfully, he saved me, I would not be this person without him. Before we met I was kinda an awful person, I never let anyone in, I was a mess, I almost died a few times, I never ate properly, I never really opened myself up to anyone, I had al these walls up, then Misaki came and I was this a different person. (he chuckled softly), Some might say softer. Misaki is the only person I've truly felt combatable with, he's my soulmate and best friend, the best person you could ever ask for, he's doing okay, he's happy, I'm so grateful for him.

Misaki: (softly), Usagi... (He wrapped his arms around the older man, leaning into him), I love you.

Usagi: I love you too. Thank you for bringing me here.

Misaki: Thank you for coming.

Usagi: You're parents would be so proud of you.

Misaki: How do you know?

Usagi: Because I'm so proud of you, how could they not be.

Misaki: Thank you.

(They stayed there for a while, in a silent embrace paying their respects, Misaki was happy he decied to come, he needed it. He was so grateful to have this man in his life, and really needed the support today.)

Monday March 16, 2020... six days before graduation.

(Misaki woke up feeling beside him, the space was empty, he was confused, usually this early in the morning Usagi would still be asleep, he rubbed his eyes, blinked a few times then gave his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the light, turning his head towards the alarm clock he realized it was only eight am, yeah Usagi should definitely still be asleep).

Misaki: Usagi?! (He called loudly, his voice was groggy from just waking up)

Usagi: Good morning, (He smirked entering the room with a tray of breakfast consisting of coffee, eggs, hash browns, and bacon).

Misaki: (Smirks): What's all this?

Usagi: (Sitting on the bed carefully placing the tray between them, he hands Misaki the cup of coffee and places a kiss on his cheek). I made you breakfast.

Misaki: You didn't have to do that. (He takes a sip of coffee, the warmth wakes up his body, he smirks, taking Usagi's hand), You're amazing.

Usagi: I know it's not a trinational bra-

Misaki: Stop it, I love it. (He smiles, taking a bit of everything), It's great.

Usagi: I'm glad you think so.

Misaki: So why are you up so early?

Usagi: A man can't wake up early to make breakfast for his fiancé?

Misaki: (Smirks, giving him a knowing look).

Usagi: Um, Isaka called last night after you went to sleep-

Misaki: How rude, Doesn't he know not to call in the middle of the night?

Usagi: I agree, but he's my boss.

Misaki: He's your friend, and as your friend he should know not too.

Usagi: He wanted to talk to you, but I told him you were asleep.

Misaki: Why does he want to talk to me?

Usagi: He wants to have a meeting with you today about us, and you being my assistant.

Misaki: Um, why now? I'm not starting until like the begging of may.

Usagi: I don't know, but he want's to meet at noon, so eat up.

Misaki: I'm supposed to tell you to do that. You're still recovering you know.

Usagi: So, feed me.

Misaki: (Smirks, feeds Usagi a piece of bacon, the older boy takes his hand lacing his fingers through his, pulling him into a kiss, knocking the food on the bed). Usagi!

Usagi: We can clean it up. (He pulls Misaki on top of him, running his hands through his hair, they kiss passionately), Hey, (he pulls away breathing heard, pushing hair out of Misaki's face, (wanna take this to the shower?

Misaki: I don't know Usagi... (He trailed off, he Missed having Usagi inside off him, he missed being inside of Usagi, but they only had six more days till they could have sex again, surely they could wait it out right?)

Usagi: I know we have six more days till we can have sex again but.. I can help you shower right? (He grinned kissing Misaki's neck, the younger boy moaned.)

Misaki: Um, do you really think it's a good idea to show up to a meeting with love bites on my neck?

Usagi: That's okay, I can put them other places.

Misaki: We can shower together, but maybe nothing that will cause a delay in getting ready?

Usagi: Fine, (He sat, gently pushing Misaki to stand), But you owe me.

Misaki: (Grins leaning down), We have three whole weeks alone once I graduate, that trip you planned, I know where it is by the way, not in Tokyo, we'll have plenty of time to do other things.

Usagi: (Wraps his arms around Misaki's neck), Good, and we are never leaving the bedroom.

Misaki: Okay. (Kisses Usagi, then pulls him up leading him to the bathroom), Now help me wash my hair, I love when you do it.

Usagi: No problem.

(Misaki Stood outside Isaka's door he was nervous, he kept messing with his tie, it was crooked again. Usagi glanced at him, fixed his tie, and his hair).

Usagi: Sweetie, you have to relax, you already have the job, trust me, being my assent will be easier for everyone. (He kissed him softly on his forehead). Just go in, he's expecting you.

Misaki: You should come to, I'm sure he'd loved to see you.

Usagi: I can't help you with this one, he told me I wasn't allowed.

Misaki: (Sighs), Okay. I love you.

Usagi: And I love you. You're amazing, you can do this. I'm going to bug Eri.

Misaki: Leave her Alone.

Usagi: She loves me.

Misaki: Usagi-san!

Usagi: TOO LATE (at the elevator), I'm already here! Good luck! I believe in you!

Isaka: (Opens door): Misaki! (Hugs him tightly), Get in here! Lets talk.

Isaka: You already have the job, this is just a formality. No one wants to be his assistant.

Asahina: No one.

Misaki: (Angry): No one asked you lover boy.

Isaka: Things you can't do in public, Holding hands.

Misaki: What about y'all?

Isaka: You already know about us.

Misaki: When I start the Job, everyone will know the two of us are engaged.

Asahina: Fair point, even so, you can't be all over each other.

Isaka: Keep it professional.

Asahina: To be fair Isaka; If you had it your way, we would be all over each other at work, but you don't so.

Isaka: Anyway, Meetings, he still hates them.

Misaki: I know, but he has to have them, we need to keep them to an hour, book signings and releases should be at least an hour and half not all day events, although if I'm there we can probably get them for two hours, he won't do much more than that, even if I'm with him. Events that have to be longer, he would only do a day long event, no matter what, he hardly wants to be at my graduation, I don't even want to be there.

Isaka: What about b-

Misaki: Book tour? That's a joke.

(Isaka and Asahina glanced at each other, frowning).

Misaki: A BOOK TOUR? NO WAY WHY?

Isaka: He wrote four books, we want all of them out at the same time, we figu-

Misaki: Okay, some of those we're written under his pen name you can't-

Isaka: Maybe it's time for him to come clean about that.

Misaki: What?

Isaka: He came out, you guys are going to come out as a couple, I'm sure he'll be fine with it, plus he would probably make more money if people knew the books were about you two.

Misaki: The early ones weren't. He doesn't want my brother finding out about that. (Misaki blushed he was turning beat red, this was not happening).

Isaka: Him, or you? We'll just call him up here and ask... (He picked up the phone, dialing a number).

Eri: So have you guys deiced on a date?

Usagi: No, but Misaki knows how much I love Cherry blossoms so maybe in the spring, but also snow is important to us, so could be in the winter.

Eri: You can't plan that though.

Usagi: Doesn't matter, ever significant event in our lives happened when it was snowing, or snow started. It's fate.

Eri: (Smiles) Like you two.

Usagi: Exactly.

Eri: So d, (Her phone starts ringing) One sec, (She rolls her eyes), Its Isaka, (Picks the phone up), What? he is, we're busy, fine, he'll say no but I'll send him up anyway... Okay, Yeah we can do lunch, the five of us? you ask them. Bye Isaka. (Puts the phone back in the receiver, roiling her eyes), He's a pain in the ass.

Usagi: I know, what did he want?

Eri: He want's to talk to you, I told him you'd say no, but you should go up there anyway.

Usagi: What was his question?

Eri: (Sighing), I'd go find out.

Usagi: Okay. (Stands, leaning down to hug Eri).

Eri: Oh, and we're all having lunch together.

Usagi: Of course we are.

(Misaki taps his fingers in the desk, he can feel himself turning red by the second, when Usagi walks in and sits beside him he freezes, he hasn't felt like this around him in A long time).

Usagi: What's up?

Misaki: (Through gritted teeth), you don't want to know.

Isaka: How do you feel about doing a book tour?

Usagi: (Folds arms, leaning back in seat), I think you already Know the answer to that. What else?

Isaka: You're books about the two of, the ones under your pen name?

Usagi: Yeah, I know the ones? What about them?

Misaki: He want's you to say you're the one who wrote them.

Usagi: No, I can't do that, I don't want anyone to know I wrote the early ones.

Misaki: That's what I said.

Isaka: Like Misaki's brother?

Usagi: I can't ever let him know how I felt about him. If it was know I wrote those books, and thought about that... oh god (Places head in hands), and if I think about doing that stuff with Misaki.

Misaki: (Blushing harder)

Isaka: Wow, I didn't know you could turn that red.

Asahina: That is interesting.

Usagi: I can't do a book tour, two of the three books I wrote are the books about Misaki and I.

Isaka: But the other two aren't.

Misaki: He'll do a two month book tour with his books under his name.

Isaka: I think we can figure out a way to release the books under your pen name without any trouble.

Usagi: The scenes were Eri's ideas, most of them.

Misaki: My brother doesn't read that, but he will if he knows that you wrote them.

Isaka: Maybe we only print the new ones? Wipe the old ones out of exc-

Usagi: I'm telling you no!

Isaka: Some people already know, you kinda let it slip when you came out.

Usagi: I know, but I don't want anyone to know who doesn't already, plus I have the "All names are completely a coincidence"

Misaki: Yeah, right. We are going on tour with his two new books, "Beautifully drawing swords" and "Broken scars".

Isaka: Why are those titles so sad.

Misaki: A lot of his are, do you even read his books?

Usagi: The books aren't sad, "Broken scars" is-

Misaki: It's about two who are broken, they meet by chance after running away from home, fall in love and learn that broken people can heal scars.

Usagi: (Smiles) Yeah, You read the manuscript?

Misaki: Of course I did, Beautifully drawing swords was good too, more of a short story though, I wish it was longer.

Usagi: I wanted it to be, but the more I was writing it, the more I thought it worked better as a short story.

Isaka: What's that one about?

Misaki: A girl who collects swords finds a broken one a thrift shop, and makes it into a new one, she bonds with another girl across the street, and they talk about their sword collection, it's cute.

Isaka: Doesn't sound like something you'd usually write.

Usagi: I know, but I Got inspiration from a picture that Mahiro made, Eri thought it would sell, if she didn't I wouldn't have written it.

Misaki: I think kids will love it, and teens.

Isaka: I like it.

Usagi: You did agree to it.

Isaka: Did I?

Asahina: Yeah you did.

Isaka: Oh, well... it sounds sweet.

Misaki: I'm proud of him.

Isaka: You should be. Misaki, you're going to make a great assistant for him. No one can handle him like you, I mean I guess Eri, but you got him to write four books in two months, and all of them are amazing.

Misaki: (Shrugs), I don't know how.

Usagi: (Wraps his arms around Misaki), Because you're amazing, and I love you.

Misaki: I love you.

Isaka: What do you say we all go get lunch? Anyone up for pizza?

Asahina: Sure, call Eri, lets meet her in the lobby.

Misaki: Thanks for lunch Eri, (He hugged her tightly).

Eri: Anytime, hey so can I come hang out with yall later, Rose is working all week, and it's going to be lonely going home.

Usagi: Sure, but just for a bit, and you can't spend the night.

Isaka: (Laughs), Classic Usagi, not letting anyone in. (Points to Misaki), except Chibi here. (He pulls him into a hug. You're the only one.

Usagi: (Annoyed), Get off him.

Misaki: (Pushes Isaka off), Go hug your boyfriend.

Isaka: How did you do it.

Misaki: Even If I knew, I wouldn't tell you.

Usagi: (Takes Misaki's hand), No one can but him, and if we have kids.

Eri: You would spoil your kids, especially if you had a baby girl, Please have kids now!

Misaki: Can we finish building our house first? and get married?

Eri: (Clears throat), Oh yeah, sure. But after.

Misaki: You'd still want to be our surrogate right? because it might be hard japan stil-

Eri: Misaki, yes and don't worry, Rose said Ren can help, it's going to be okay.

Isaka: speaking of marriage, you guys still can't technically-

Usagi: We Know, Go to work, Asahina, take him upstairs.

Asahina: Got it, (Smirks), Pulling Isaka inside.

Isaka: HEY! YOU WORK FOR ME!

Asahina: (whispering) I'm the boss in this relationship.

Isaka: (Blushes).

Usagi: We know we need a Partnership certification.

Misaki: And that it doesn't grant us everything that a marriage would, but It's the best we can do right now.

Eri: When do you guys want to get married?

Misaki: (Grins), Winter, (He takes Usagi's hand), The snow is special to us.

Eri: You should get started now, at least looking at the documents, I heard it can take up to five moths. (Walks towards building). I'll email some information.

Misaki: (Siting on Usagi's lap, they are in his office on the couch, documents for the certificate in front of them. He sighs bowing air out), I didn't think it would be this much, we have to do this much!

Usagi: Yes. It doesn't change your mind, does it?

Misaki: (Turns to look at Usagi), What? Of course not, (He takes Usagi's face, rubbing his thumbs against his soft skin), No, it just means we have to look through all of this carefully, so we only have to do it once. If we start in August, we can have our certificate by December, maybe a little before. We'll also start the movie process by then, if we don't have any problems our house should be ready by the summer right?

Usagi: (He places his hands on Misaki's), Right, and by December we'll be moved in, we wanted to have a ceremony at our house anyway.

Misaki: Exactly It's perfect! (He grinned kissing Usagi hard), Now we need to put this in a safe place.

Usagi: I have just the spot. (He lifted Misaki, placing him beside him, stood up walked over to his desk. Opening a drawer in the bottom of his desk, he pulled out a binder marked wedding. He grinned hoping on the couch handing it to Misaki).

Misaki: Wedding?

Usagi: I've kinda been planning our wedding ever since you proposed.

Misaki: (Grins), Usagi, this is so sweet. (He holds the binder to his chest).

Usagi: Don't you want to look at it?

Misaki: Yeah, but I just remembered, I have to go get my graduation stuff, and the suit.

Usagi: Want me to come?

Misaki: Can you drop me off at the school?

Usagi: Yeah, and I can get our suits.

Misaki: Perfect. When we come we can look at the binder.

Usagi: (Eyes lighting up), Good because I have lots of ideas.

Usagi: I can't believe they had a gown that small, I bet it could fit Suzuki-san. we should test it.

Misaki: No, this, along with our suits stay in the closet until Saturday, then you can give it to Suzuki-san. (He took the suits and the gown from Usagi hanging them in the closet, then took Usagi's hand grinning at him). Okay, so let's look at the binder, you've been grinning about it all day.

Usagi: I'm so excited. (He smirked leading Misaki to the office, once there he placed the smaller man on his lap then opened the binder.) Okay so for us I'm thinking purple and blue wedding suits, purple for me.

Misaki: Of course, it'll bring out your eyes.

Usagi: Something like this. (He pointed to a picture).

Misaki: That's amazing.

Usagi: And for you, this one.

Misaki: I love it.

Usagi: And everyone else can wear black or red.

Misaki: Okay, any ideas on cake?

Usagi: Lemon, but I want it on theme, maybe this one?

Misaki: Maybe.

Usagi: You don't like it?

Misaki: It looks good, but I know we won't have a lot of people, we might need something smaller.

Usagi: Right.

Misaki: Don't say it like that (Kiss cheek), We have time.

Usagi: I know, I just wanted you to like it

Misaki: I do, and honey, we don't have to agree on everything okay?

Usagi: It would just be easer if we did.

Misaki: I know.

Usagi: We agreed on everything for our house easily.

Misaki: But not everything, there was some stuff you thought wouldn't work, and that's fine.

Usagi: I loved must of the stuff, some things I thought didn't work, so we changed them.

Misaki: Right, and it'll be like this planning our wedding.

Usagi: Okay, right. So the ceremony, you want it outdoors?

Misaki: Right.

Usagi: It might be cold though so should the reception be indoors?

Misaki: Maybe, we can look into that the closer we get.

Usagi: Okay.

Misaki: OH, the theme is amazing!

Usagi: Really?

Misaki: Yeah, I mean we won't need that many seats, but I get the idea.

Usagi: Purple winter wonderland.

Misaki: I Love it. (He turns to face Usagi embracing him), I LOVE YOU, so much!

Usagi: I love you too. (Picks up documents), Now these need to go in.

Misaki: We're getting closer.

Usagi: I know.

Misaki: I can't believe it, we've come so far huh?

Usagi: Yeah. Sure have. (He hugged Misaki tighter taking in his smell, he loved ever single thing about him, he always wanted a person, and now he had one).

#junjou romantica #junjou romatica fanfic #misaki takahashi #usagi x misaki #misaki x usagi #usagi usami #akhiro usami

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theficplug · 5 years

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𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 𝟣𝟪+ , 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉

𝓔𝓻𝓲𝓴 𝔁 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

{𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓪 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 𝓭𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽-𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓹 & 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓔𝓻𝓲𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼. 𝓘 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝓸𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓬 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓭 4 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼😂. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓵𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵. 𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂'𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂✌🏾 𝔁}

His fingertips danced along your spine following the golden sunlight against your umber skin. While you laid next to him softly placing kisses to his shoulder and chest.

You smiled to yourself remembering how damn near perfect last night was. He didn't ask anything of you after giving you one of the most mind blowing orgasms of your life.

He just cuddled you almost swaying you as you fell asleep nestled against his side.

You felt him toss and turn until you wrapped your arms around him. Although he's never admit to being a little spoon.

"Damn, it must really be paradise here. 'Cause it can't get more perfect than this. I haven't slept all night like that in a long time." He says lowly his voice slightly raspy and deeper from the tiredness lingering.

"I mean besides the morning breath. Whew yours is kicking." You say to him jokingly before he scoops you closer into his arms and kisses all over your neck.

"Come shower with me then?" He proposed, already halfway out of the bed.

After grabbing your things you headed towards the large bathtub with him. It was absolutely breathtaking and you still couldn't imagine how you pulled off getting a ticket for this luxurious cruise.

"What's on your mind? " He asks while pulling you closer to rest against him. His warm wet hands soothing over the kinks in your back.

"Just thinking of how quickly everything has moved. First it was the breakup and then getting the position I've always wanted. And coming on this cruise and finally reuniting with you. It has just been a world wind of emotions. But as corny as it is. I'm glad that I'm with you right now." You say quietly before looking up at him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"You still got them same ass big brown eyes. The kind you can't forget if you tried to. I never really gotta chance to say I'm sorry. I ain't mean to take off like that. I had some things that I had to take care of back then. Things that I'm still taking care of now. Things that I wanna tell you about but I feel like that's too much too soon." He says never once breaking eye contact with you as he chose his words carefully.

You eyed him for a moment wondering what changed with him when he left. You wanted to question the scars that carried ghosts of his past etched across his skin or to ask him why he trembled when you held him last night. But you settled on a gentle kiss to his chest.

" All that matters right now is that you're safe. In time maybe you'll comfortable enough to tell me all about it. I believe that everybody's gotta past. It's alright" You soothe him and you can feel him for once relax against the bathtub.

You slowly glide your hand down his body to stroke him softly.

You noticed that eye contact is a big thing for him as you watch him melt under your gaze and touch.

You pump him slowly as you rest your forehead against his and press a kiss to his lips.

You sink down onto him slowly. Taking a moment to work him in fully before working all the way up and back down again to find a rhythm. "I'm glad that I'm here with you." You repeat against his lips as you slowly start to ride him.

At first he just holds onto you as if you're going to float away. He's kissing every part of you that he can touch before burying his face in your breasts as you hold his head against you. You maneuvered lower so that he can tug teasingly on the right nipple then the left.

Your hand smacks against the the outside of the bathtub as a kneejerk reaction to him beginning to fuck you back. His hand gripping onto your right hip tighter as he angles you slightly and drives into you at a new angle.

"Eriiikkkk. Right there. Right there. Keep going baby-" You whine into his mouth as you find the right rhythm between the two of you.

You roll your hips down while he's giving deeper strokes into you from below.

"You close huh? Don't run from it. Come on. Don't hold shit back from me." He demands as he grips your left hip harder holding you into place as he pounds into you and uses his other hand to massage your clit.

That one last stroke had your arching your back into him and he took the opportunity to latch onto your nipple again nibbling it as he strokes you through your orgasm not stopping the rhythm between lightning fast strokes and then rolling his hips.

You squeal as you hold onto his shoulders and bounce yourself through it before falling forward into him.

"Nuh uh. Don't hold back neither. Give me that shit. You're hard as a fucking brick for me. I know you wanna cum. C'mon bae." You tease you whine your hips fluidly against him teasing him up and down you.

He groans loudly and squeezes your cheeks hard holding you against him as his head rolls back and you grip his beard for him to look at you.

"Please, cum for me." You whisper to him as you feel him throbbing and pulsing ready to spill over for you he leans up and leave kisses down your neck before biting onto your shoulder hard as his stomach clenches and he releases for you.

"Goooddd. So good for me. " You moan praising him for giving you what you wanted.

After showering for real this time he left you to do your makeup and pick out an outfit for the day.

"I don't know how I feel about this look. I mean we're supposed to dock in like an hour and go sightseeing . And I'm late. I was supposed to meet the girls for breakfast. 10 minutes ago. So, this is good?" You say to Erik showing him the cherry red sleeveless dress that draped off over your back with a slit up the thigh.

It was the perfect shade to make your bronze skin pop along with the matching red lipstick and a simple winged liner.

You leaned your weight to one hip and smoothed out the dress smiling to yourself for a second as you watch him eyeing you up and down.

"You look so damn fine. I wanna spend all day in bed with you but these niggas tryna go snorkeling and shit." He says to you as you shake your head while laughing at him.

"That sounds fun though. I think we're gonna hit up all the major food spots and tourist-y things we can today. But I'll meet up with you tonight. Gimme kiss." You say to him before you both head out.

On your way to the elevator you finally check your phone and see all the missed calls and texts from Derrick. 'Shit.' was your only thought as you scrolled through them.

"I'm not gonna apologize cause I'm grown. I can do whatever with whoever I wanna do it with. But I didn't mean for you to hear all of that. I must've called you by accident last night." You say to him as he answers the phone.

"So are we even now?" Is the only thing he asks as you shake your head at how unbelievable he is.

"Not even close. Look I've gotta go. I just wanted to call and clear the air so that you don't think this was something planned to "get back at you "."

"To be honest I deserve more than an accidental call. I'm sorry. I really am. I know that I fucked up a good thing. I hope that someday we can at least go back to being friends." He says and for a moment you wanna believe that that's possible.

"Friends don't do that to each other Derrick. Like I said I just wanted to clear the air. I gotta go." You say hanging up quickly once you make it to the cute little cafe on the second floor of the ship.

You take a deep breath in before walking in and over to the table where your friends already eating and cackling about something.

"Good morning y'all. I- I overslept." You say to them with a small smirk while sitting down.

"BITCHHHHH. Yo ass got good dick glow written all over you. That birth control was doing its job this morning! " Khadijah laughs as you throw an orange slice her way.

"Sebastian wasn't it though. 2 words. Chicken Nugggeeeettt. He's sweet as gold and we have so much in common but like y'all. " Khadi adds

"UH UUHHH. Girl, and he was talking big game and ended up whipping out the shrimp?" Tasha says to Khadi in disbelief

"Good morning. It looks like you had fun last night. Here we ordered you shrimp and grits and we're gonna need the full run down. So here" Tasha says as she puts the breakfast platter on your side of the table and Lynelle leans in closer.

"Shush like you and Tasha's bag wasn't buzzing its way through TSA. Y'all I ain't even gon lie. Mans ate the soul clean outta my body. I was shaking and shit. I thought I was bout to morph into something. I'm like girl is this the moment where I turn into a Demogorgon. And then he just like held me and that kinda intimacy I hadn't felt in so long. Everything was going good. Morning sex was bomb...But then the gag is i must've accidentally called Derrick right before that cause he heard everything." You say and then watch Tasha , Khadi, and Lynelle cut up.

Tasha was clapping and laughing as Tasha and Lynelle tried to hold it in before laughing until the point of tears.

"Wait , wait I'm hollering." Tasha yells

You set there with your arms crossed before cracking into a giggle of your own.

"I don't know why I felt bad. But I did after I found out what happened. Is that weird?" You ask as you push the food around the plate.

"As a psychologist, I want to say something profound like. Dopamine causes us to try and find the love object, hence why we spend days thinking about the other person. It’s for this very reason that it can be so incredibly hard for us to move on to a relationship with someone else. We tend to idealize our exes and distort the memories we have with them. We romanticise the reality and forge an idea in our minds of what life with them is like when often it’s not the truth. But as your best friend I just wanna say fuck Derrick and his feelings." Khadi says bluntly while sipping on the mimosa

"She ain't wrong. He didn't really take your feelings into consideration when he did what he did. So, i'm with Khadi on this one. Fuck Derrick." Lennie says as she raises her glass

"FUCK DERRICK" y'all say in unison as all 3 of you raise your glass for a toast.

After the ship docked and you realised you were gonna be staying at a villa not too far from Erik's everything seemed to go smoothly.

You and Erik ended up venturing off together to all the little boutiques and food spots on your list.

Tasha and Lennie wanted to do all the cute tourist-y things on their own little list.

Khadi ended up going with Sebastian to do the snorkeling activities and meeting the dolphins. It turned out that they both love the ocean and marine life.

After sending each other quick texts about the change of plans. You agreed to meet up for dinner and to test out Club Jenja later on.

He didn't smother you when you and the girls danced at the club. But you could feel his eyes on you when men got too close to you for his liking. He did come by occasionally to ask you if you were okay or if you needed a water. Or if he just wanted a kiss from you.

He was currently standing by the bar talking to his boys when you notice a dark haired woman and another girl saunter up to him.

While they were standing there telling him their whole life story it seemed. His eyes never left yours.

"My feet hurt." You say to him as you walk over to as if the girls aren't standing there.

"Let's go then." He replied simply already done with the scene and just wanted to be chilling with you.

Your feet were done at this point from dancing all night in them skinny ass heels and he ain't hesitate to carry you bridal style to the Uber.

You wasted no time pulling off your look and slipping into one of your oversized shirts.

"You play too much. Why you left your girlfriend hanging like that?" you ask him laughing softly into his shoulder.

Of course he wanted to stay at your villa tonight.

You were both a little tipsy on the shots from the bar and realised that honey whiskey made both of y'all all lovey dovey.

"She really said I hope y'all enjoy your honeymoon. You a cute couple. Maybe she seen something with us." he says repeating the elderly lady that y'all met in a souvenir shop earlier. Then pondering the thought

"She was really cute though." You say to him as he helps you wipe your makeup and adjust your head scarf in the back for you.

"You wanna use this face mask? You gotta lil sunburn right here on your nose. I told you to wear sunscreen. Talking bout lotion gonna cover it." You scold him softly before giving him a kiss to the tip of his nose.

"Yeah , lemme go pee real quick." He says before moving from sitting between your legs on the bed.

You knew that you both weren't going to sleep anytime soon. So, you grabbed the laptop and turned on your playlist which mostly consisted of smooth r&b.

You watched as Erik walked out of the bathroom grooving to music and leaned down to kiss you.

Safe to assume that it's impossible to get over how his kisses made your skin light up like the 4th of July.

3 glasses of wine later and y'all were deep into conversation about everything from is there life on other planets to life paths.

"I think if I wasn't a stylist I'd be a criminal psychologist. That type of stuff has always seemed interesting to me." You say as he asks if you watched the new I Am A Killer series on Netflix.

To him revealing that he has a 4 year old daughter.

"Ava? She's the most adorable little thing. I can't wait to meet her one day." You say as you look at the pictures of her. She had his nose and head shape but with hazel eyes. Her adorable 4c fro adorned with jewels and cornrows in the front clasped with berets.

You think for a second wanting to ask him about the situation with the baby mama but didn't want to pry too much into it. Especially if you too planned on just keeping things casual.

"I met her mama while I was deployed. She got ill, and ain't really make it too many days past Ava's 2nd birthday." He says as he rub the back of his neck and shake his head.

You let out a small pout before pulling him in for a warm hug. You lay back with him in your arms and scratch at his scalp gently.

"I can tell that she was a good woman. Just look at how smart and kind and caring Ava is already. She taught her so much in such an unfortunate amount of time." You say thinking over the appropriate answer for the situation.

It's wild to think about this man was your best friend for years. And it feels like everything and nothing has changed all at once.

"I hooked up with Mr. Thomas after graduation." You blurt and Erik looks up at you for a minute before laughing hard as fuck.

"What the fuck? How? When?" He asks as he shakes his head still laughing.

"Well, he been a whole ass snack since junior year and I saw him during the girls trip to Mardi Gras . Like around carnival time. And we just got to talking. He stopped teaching math and now he's like traveling the world and all of this stuff. " You say laughing

"I can't believe that shit. I used to be disrespectful as fuck to that nigga too. He know I was good at math and cause I used to skip his class he always tried to play me like I ain't know nothing. Like nigga I didn't need to cheat off nobody homework or test." He says scoffing at the thought before his phone begins to ring

"We going to the zoo today. Sing the song daddy." Ava asks and she nods before saying hello to her and her grandmother.

"Isn't she lovely. Isn't she wonderful-" He's cut off by her with a shake of her head.

"Not that one - the other one papa." She tells him and you look over to see him thinking before he dramatically says "ooh that one."

Your heart melted as they started singing together. She's smiling and laughing with her father as tried to sing with him.

"We're gonna have a good day. And all my homies gonna ride today. And all these mommies look fly today. And all we wanna do is get by today. Heyyy. We're gonna have a good day. And ain't nobody gotta cry today. Cause ain't nobody gonna die today. You save that drama for another day. Heyyy we gonna have a good day." He finishes and you swear that your heart grew at least two sizes watching him interact with her.

"Have fun at the zoo with Grandma, let her put the sunscreen on you when you get out , and say hey to the penguins for Daddy alright? I'll call you later. " He finishes and he says goodbye to her grandmother before ending the call.

"We came up with it when she start going to pre-school. She hated being away from me . So every morning we would sing the song together and she gets all the special hugs before she goes out the door to carry with her to have a good day. I don't miss a day." He explains and you couldn't help but kiss his face all over.

He was such a multi-faceted person to just sit back and admire. You could get use to this eventually being everyday.

But , a tinge of sadness couldn't help but wash over you . Thinking of what could've been if things hadn't happened the way that they did with you two.

You both eventually drift off while holding him in your arms, tipsy as hell, and feeling full of love.

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lovehelpmewrite · 5 years

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Macarons and Spoiled Surprises

Title: Macarons and Spoiled Surprises

Pairing: Gwil x OFC!Ella

Word count: 3.6k

Summary: Gwil invites Ella over to the apartment for a surprise and their celebration gets a little... Out of hand.

Warnings: swearing, Smut Lite™, some butt touchin’, uhhh Gwil being cheeky, heavy petting, dry humping (yeehaw)

[A/N]: okay! So here it is, the first installment to the Spring Break Trip that I had planned out a while ago and am just now posting because our original series AYHTDIFIL didn't pan out like planned. This is obviously in the future from where the series left off but not by too totally much. So yeah, as far as I can see there will be like 3 or 4 parts that I have to post for the SBT (as it's been dubbed lol) and then I might have a few things for way in the future involving kids but im not solid on that yet. So now that I've written an essay talking about this, I hope y'all like it! Also i couldn’t resist using one of the headers Mic made for this series so here’s the one she made for this chapter also send her some love @o-holynight

*background: Ella and Gwil have been dating for around a month and a half-ish, they’ve kissed and made out before and maybe fooled around a few times with hands and fingers but that’s about it. This takes place after the last installment of AYHTDIFIL obviously, but its not too too far into the future. Anyways, enjoy!*

I knocked on the door to Gwil's apartment semi-nervously. Coming over always felt a little weird at the beginning of a relationship. I fiddled with my rings for a second before the door swung open to reveal Joe, dressed in basketball shorts and a white t-shirt with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.

"Ella!" He greeted, smiling around his toothbrush while he opened the door wider so I could step inside.

"Always nice to see you, Joe."

He just grinned at me before continuing to brush his teeth then and there while I looked around the apartment awkwardly.

"So... where's Gwilym?" I asked quietly, rocking back and forth on my feet.

"Oh!" Joe laughed and smacked the side of his head, briefly taking the toothbrush out of his mouth. "Yeah, of course, he just went down to grab coffee and breakfast, he'll be back soon," Joe explained easily. He started walking back toward his room before pausing, hanging on the doorway. "Oh, you can just... wait in his room or whatever until he comes back."

I nodded thankfully and quickly made my way past him and into Gwil's room, closing the door behind me. As soon as I entered his space I immediately felt more at ease. Surrounded by his scent, the gentle light coming through his curtain-covered window, and looking at all his previous play flyers covering his wall. I smiled and took off my jacket, hanging it over his desk chair before jumping and landing on his bed with a bounce. I held my phone above my face and sent a quick text to Gwil.

Hey bub :) just layin on your bed waiting whenever you get back

I watched the three bubbles move for a few seconds before smiling widely at his response.

On my way back love. And bringing you a treat :)

I gave a subdued squeal as I sat up on the edge of the bed and slipped off my boots, moving back on his bed to lean against the wall and carefully laying my skirt over my thighs. I tried to keep my mind occupied, scrolling through Instagram until a light knock came at the door.

"Knock knock," Gwil grinned. He came in with a drink tray holding two paper cups on one side and a paper bag balanced on the other side.

"You didn't have to knock you, dork, it's your room," I laughed, holding the tray while I waited for him to get settled on the bed.

"Just wanted to make sure you were, you know, decent," he teased, leaning his shoulder into mine with a small laugh. His thigh pressed to mine tightly and I had to force myself not to shift even closer to him on instinct. "Here you are," he said, handing me the paper bag while I handed him the cup labeled "Gillem" with a laugh.

I carefully held my warm cup between my knees while I unrolled the top of the paper bag, opening it and smiling widely up at Gwil at the contents of it. "You're so sweet."

Gwil waved his hand dismissively, smiling through a long sip of his coffee while I pulled out the small carton of brightly colored macarons.

"We finally worked out a deal with the owner of the bakery down the street and she dropped off a whole box this morning," Gwil explained with a content smile, watching me take a bite out of what I quickly recognized as a strawberry flavored one.

I licked my lip and looked at him, my eyes near rolling back at the amazing taste while a small moan came from the back of my throat. "Jesus, this is so fucking good."

Gwil just laughed lightly again, his smile not quite reaching his eyes this time though. Something darker flashed across his face for a second and I couldn't help my thighs from shifting restlessly at the look on his face. I slowly lifted the macaron to his lips, my eyes lingering on his mouth as he took a bite out of the dessert. A shiver worked down my spine as I ate the last bite of the macaron and a deep groan vibrated out of his chest. "That is good," he hummed, voice slightly deeper than before.

With a slight hesitation, I carefully took both of our cups and the pastry bag and set them on the floor next to the bed before moving on my knees until I was straddling Gwil's legs, resting comfortably in his lap with his hands on the outside of my knees and my hands resting on his shoulders.

"Well hello," he said quietly, smirking with his head tipped back and eyes slightly hooded.

I slowly inched closer, my skirt hiking up on my thighs slightly and Gwil's fingers slowly following the fabric upwards. My eyes turned down to stare at his lips, full and pink and warm and close. So fucking close. I flicked my eyes up to his briefly before leaning in and lightly pressing a kiss to his lips before pulling back but keeping close enough that I could still feel his breath across my face. I opened my mouth in mild surprise as Gwil's hands made their way up my thighs to softly rest over my butt.

"Is this okay?" He asked quietly, eyes watching me carefully while he grasped at me, pulling my hips even closer to him.

I nodded, my breath catching in my throat when I realized I could feel how hard he was beneath me.

I held eye contact as I moved my hands up over his shoulders to hold onto the back of his neck, tilting his head back slightly while my hips pressed firmly down over his erection. I reveled in his soft exhale and the fluttering of his eyelids at the contact.

"Jesus Christ," he breathed, his hands moving to hold tightly to my hips while I leaned forward so my chest laid against his, our mouths mere millimeters from each other. My breathing picked up quickly, the rough friction against my clit sending my hips stuttering faster and harder against his.

"F-fuck," I breathed, pressing a sloppy kiss to Gwil's lips, which he eagerly returned. "Gwil, oh my god."

He groaned in response, capturing my lips again. "Love when you s-say my name like that," he mumbled, stuttering as he shifted his hips up to meet mine.

I smiled, moving my palms to rest on his chest and leaning back slightly before roughly dragging my clit over the front of his pants again and again. "Gwil, holy fuck," I moaned quietly, eyes fluttering shut of their own accord.

Gwil groaned deeply, wrapping one hand behind the back of my neck and pulling me in for a desperate kiss. "Such a little tease," he growled in between kisses. I just moaned into his mouth softly, feeling the heat in my stomach getting more and more insatiable.

Gwil was rutting his hips up into mine just perfectly, both of us trying to keep quiet while his arms wrapped around my back tightly and mine wrapped around his neck. I couldn't help the moan that escaped when his hand slowly reached up and his fist closed on my hair, pulling slightly.

"Please, fuck," I moaned, letting him pull my hair until my head tilted back and my neck was exposed.

He started sucking and kissing his way over my neck, slowly moving my bra strap aside while he worked over my collarbone and shoulder. My fingers ran through his hair, grasping at the short strands and pulling slightly, moaning again when he mirrored the pull in my own hair.

"You don't wanna play that game, love, I'll win," he growled against my shoulder, tugging on my hair again sharply and making my hips jerk forward over his clothed cock again.

Suddenly, a knock came at the door.

"Hey! Gwil! Have you asked her yet?" Came Joe's voice from the other side of the door.

We both froze, my eyes wide while Gwil just shook his head and laughed, his forehead dropping to rest against my shoulder and his hand in my hair dropping to lay against my back lightly.

"Not yet mate! But thanks for ruining the surprise!" Gwil yelled back.

"Ah, shit. Sorry! I- sorry!" Joe said awkwardly.

We both waited to hear his footsteps fade away before I pulled back and held the sides of Gwil's face affectionately. "What was the surprise again?" I grinned.

"Well, I was supposed to ask you while you enjoyed the macarons but we got a little... distracted," he explained, laughing and scratching the back of his neck for a second. Finally, he looked up at me again, tucking some hair behind my ear. "Joe, Ben, and I have been planning a road trip to a beach house on the coast for spring break, and well we... we wanted to ask Michaela, Sarah, and of course, you, if you'd like to come with us for it?"

My voice caught in my throat. An entire week... with Gwil and the boys and my best friends... on a road trip and then staying at a beach house…

"Of course! Holy shit, yeah! Oh my god!" I said excitedly, pecking Gwil's lips several times in excitement and thanks.

He laughed against my lips and I could feel the vibration in his chest against mine. “Wonderful. Amazing. I'm glad,” he grinned, speaking in between each kiss. Finally, the hand on my back rose up to the back of my neck, holding me against him and lengthening our kiss.

I hummed, holding the sides of his face softly before slowly trailing my fingers down to feel over his chest again, ending over his ribs and lightly drawing patterns over his shirt.

Suddenly he laughed and pulled back, a shy smile on his face. “I'm ticklish,” he laughed.

I grinned at him, holding eye contact while I ran my fingers over the same spot and laughing when his back jumped off the walk and his hands grabbed my hips tightly.

He just kissed me again before shaking his head, still grinning even though he was pretending to be annoyed. “You know if I'd have known how much of a tease you were going to be-”

“You’d what?” I interrupted. My easy smile turning into a smirk while I shifted my hips over his again lightly, bringing my face back closer to his. “What would you have done to me, Gwilym?”

He gave a slow exhale, his hands rubbing over my hips softly before gripping tightly and dragging me over his pants again, watching my breath hitch and my eyelids flutter. “Well, I'd have let you know who’s in charge, that's for sure.”

Even as I knew the implication of what he was saying I couldn't help but laugh a little. However, it died in my throat as he dragged my clit over his hard cock again, turning into a small whine while I sucked a hickey over the spot where his shoulder and neck joined. My hips stuttered again when slowly, Gwil's hand moved so his fingers were practically under my ass, pressing my skirt up with the tips of his fingers dangerously close to my covered cunt.

“Fuck, Gwil,” I breathed. I was torn between moving my hips forward so my clit ran over his pants, and moving my hips backward because just the feeling of him so close to touching me where I needed was getting me closer and closer to the edge.

“You're alright, love, I've got you,” he encouraged quietly, testing my reaction as his hands moved under my skirt to hold my lace panty covered butt, fingers running over my clothed entrance. “Christ you're wet,” he breathed out, hips jumping up against mine and making me moan again.

“Are you close at all?” I asked quietly before reattaching my lips to his neck, determined to leave marks.

Gwil groaned against me and nodded, his grip shifting on my ass and holding tighter, the sides of his fingers running over my core again.

I clenched at nothing, my grip on his shoulders tightening while my knees pressed in on either side of his hips, familiar heat building in my body. I forced myself to hold it off, determined to get him to finish. I lifted my head back up from his neck and held my mouth just above his, our breaths mingling and heated. “Fuck, Gwil, look so nice all marked up.” He groaned and closed his eyes for a second, his eyebrows drawing together beautifully.

I couldn't help but stare at him while he got closer and closer to the edge, his moans and his facial expressions alone pulling me nearer to my own orgasm. At some point, my phone had started buzzing but we both ignored it, too preoccupied with each other and the need to cum. I reached to my side and grabbed his forearm tightly, moving on of his hands from my butt back to the back of my head to hold onto my hair tightly before leaning forward until my lips were right next to his ear.

“Jesus fucking christ, Gwil, cum with me,” I moaned, my own orgasm dangerously close to cresting.

He came with a deep drawn-out groan, his hand tightening in my hair, fingers pressing harshly over my cunt while his hips jerked up into mine over and over, triggering my own orgasm. I moaned brokenly into his ear while he moved his lips to suck over my neck harshly. Slowly, we both moved our hands to be wrapped tightly around each other.

For a while we just stayed like that, arms pressing over backs lightly while we caught our breath. He started drawing patterns over my lower back and I kissed his neck lightly in response, practically falling asleep on him. Then my phone was buzzing again. We both paused before exhaling slight laughs before he grabbed my phone and handed it to me.

I didn't even check who it was before answering, lazily laying the phone over my ear while my eyes remained closed and Gwil continued to draw light patterns over my skin. “Yeah, hello?” I greeted tiredly.

“Hey, where are you? I thought we were going to go out for a girls' night tonight?” came Sarah's voice.

“Yeah! You literally had this marked on the calendar, Elle,” Mic commented with a laugh, her voice quiet from being further away from Sarah's phone.

“Yeah, yeah sorry, I'm with Gwil,” I explained, trying to get my brain to wake up. I grinned as I remembered the news he'd given me to spill to them, preparing for screaming. “Have, uh, have either Ben or Joe mentioned anything about a beach house to you guys?”

Sarah and Mic both screeched from the other side. “So he finally asked you! I didn't wanna spoil it but I'm so fucking excited!” Sarah said quickly.

“Actually, Mic, your boyfriend spoiled the surprise,” I laughed, Gwil joining me after a second.

“I'm really… I'm not that surprised actually,” Michaela laughed.

“Are you guys napping or something? You sound exhausted,” Sarah asked, Michaela humming in agreement.

My cheeks heated at the thought of telling them what we had just… finished doing. “Or something,” I answered vaguely.

There was a beat of silence.

“Oh bitch,” Michaela commented, surprised.

“Fuck, get that dick, Ella,” Sarah praised with a laugh.

I prayed Gwil couldn't hear her.

“I'll- I'll explain more when I get home, we're… tired. Girls night will just get pushed back like an hour or two, we're probably going to take a nap.”

“That's so fucking cute,” Mic commented.

“Okay, we'll see you later, try not to get pregnant!” Sarah advised with a laugh.

“Oh fuck off,” I grinned before we said our goodbyes and hung up, tossing my phone back onto Gwil's bed again and snuggling further into his warmth.

I groaned a bit when I moved, my thighs and hips starting to cramp. “Gwil?” I said quietly, unsure if he was even still awake.

“Hmm?” he hummed.

“Can we lay down? My hips are starting to hurt,” I asked.

I felt him nod against me before slowly releasing his arms from around me and letting me move off him before we both started stretching out our limbs.

“I gotta… can I use your bathroom?” I asked awkwardly, feeling my own soaked underwear turning quickly uncomfortable.

Gwil nodded tiredly before moving himself and a blush crept up his neck. “Yeah, I should probably change anyways too. Do you… do you want to borrow some clothes? We can just lay down and take a nap for a bit and this way you don't have to sleep in a skirt,” he offered.

I nodded and stood, grimacing slightly at the tightness in my thigh muscles and watching as he stood, walking over to his drawers and grabbing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before handing them to me.

I smiled and went to go into his bathroom before pausing, fisting the front of his shirt again and pulling him down for another slow kiss. “Alright, I'll be right back.”

He just shook his head and laughed lightly, watching me close his bathroom door before turning to grab things for himself to change into.

When I came back out I set my clothes---my now ruined panties wrapped in my skirt---on his desk before grabbing another macaron from the pastry bag on the floor and popping it into my mouth.

Gwil laughed from where he was laying on his bed before opening his arms to me invitingly.

We fell asleep for almost an hour, my head on his chest and arm around his waist, his hand softly rubbing over my shoulder, one of my legs thrown over one of his, and just completely comfortable together.

Finally, we woke up and it was sadly time I had to go. We were both reluctant to get up and leave each other's embrace but after almost 20 minutes of procrastinating it we both sat up and I stood on wobbly, tired, tight-muscled legs.

“You can just borrow that stuff love, I won't make you change back into wet panties,” Gwil grinned cockily, eyes still squinty and tired and somehow adding to his good looks.

I shoved his shoulder with a laugh, pulling on my boots again, grabbing my bundle of clothes, and leaning down to take my forgotten hot cocoa and the leftover macarons with me with a shy smile.

I just about whined when he opened his bedroom door again, feeling like I was exiting a wonderful dream to go back to reality.

He walked with me all the way down the stairs and to my car in the parking garage next to the apartment, both of us ignoring Ben and Joe's stares from the living room couch on our way out. Then it was like getting up from the nap all over again when I was sitting in my car. I was just looking up at him while he leaned over me, arms resting on my roof. We were just smiling, staring at each other and enjoying the silence for a little while longer before I got another text from Mic asking when I was getting back.

Gwil slowly leaned down and kissed me one last time, slowly. Hotly. “Drive safe, Ella,” he grinned lazily, seeming to know what his kiss alone was doing to me in terms of resolve for leaving. Before I could change my mind he was closing my door for me, shoving his hands into his sweatpants pockets and watching while I tried to start my car and keep my composure.

I forced myself to drive off, quickly making it back to my dorm and practically running into our room to share everything that happened with Michaela and Sarah. I slammed the front door behind me and waited for a few seconds as they both exited their rooms and grinned at me.

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“So you didn't fuck?” Sarah asked after I finally explained everything that happened in detail.

I shook my head.

“Well, at least you both came,” Michaela laughed.

I shoved her shoulder gently despite joining in.

“And at least we all know we're going now,” Sarah grinned. “Ben kept telling Gwil he needed to grow a pair and just ask you.”

“He's just a little anxious,” I said protectively, the memories of the day replaying in my head.

“Well now that we're all going, you know we have to go out and get new bathing suits right? Gotta show off our… assets,” Sarah joked, poking a finger at my butt teasingly.

I swatted at her hand with a laugh.

Spring break was going to be fucking awesome.

#gwilym lee #gwilym lee smut #gwilym lee x ofc #gwil x ofc #gwilym lee x ofc smut #gwil x ofc smut #ayhtdifil cont.

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having-a-freddie-time · 5 years

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save me

summary: Y/N is trying her hardest to get out of an abusive relationship without telling anyone. However, she can’t always hide the bruises, especially from her best friend since childhood, Ben Hardy. Once he finds out, he tries his best to help her out without her getting hurt.

warnings: slight angst?, doctor talk, hospitals, cussing, lil bit of fluff. overall, nothing too bad.

a/n: i feel like four parts is a good buildup for the bomb to be dropped, right? i hope y'all enjoyed the last chapter. it was shorter than i anticipated but i think i got the point across?

word count: will put in later

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Ben lied to the nurses at the nurse's station saying he was your fiance just so he could stay with you all night. Gwil, Lucy and occasionally Rami would stop by. Even Brian and Roger stopped by. When Ben was filming Bohemian Rhapsody, he snuck you onto set just so you could meet Brian and Roger. They instantly loved and adored you, which made them your grandpa figures. You'd joke with them and call them "gramps" or "papa".

On one particular day, you felt a wave of depression hit you hard. You loved having your friends visit you and all, but you still felt incomplete. Like there was something missing from you. You were on the road to recovery, yet you felt like something was still wrong.

Suddenly there was a soft knock at your door and in walked your neuro surgeon. He greeted you with a warm smile as he and his group of nurses walked in. It was a shame he wasn't Derek Shepherd. He was young, probably late late 20's early 30's. He was not bad looking at all, shiny dark brown hair, forest green eyes and the sweetest smile you'd ever seen. Sadly, he had a ring on his finger, which you respected.

"Good morning, Ms. Y/L/N. I just came in to remind you that you have a neuro checkup in a few hours. We're just going to get a CT to check the brain bleeds and how they're healing, then we're going to be asking you a series of questions. Otherwise, it's a pretty normal checkup."

He smiled sweetly and tapped away at the tablet in his hands. Nurses took your daily vitals, checked your incision sites and gave you your antibiotics to fight any infections that might appear. You had already gotten used to this daily routine that you could basically do it yourself, the nurse was just there to assist.

Ben had left to go get some breakfast for the both of you. The day you found out that you were finally allowed to eat solids, you begged Ben every morning to get you waffles from your favorite breakfast diner. You still ate the hospital food every now and then because it wasn't as shitty as people make it out to be. It wasn't like you were in some run down hospital, you were in the number one trauma center. They were number one for a reason.

Ever since you had gotten here, you felt safe and at home. Doctors and nurses treated you with such kindness that you were baffled. The staff always made sure you were comfortable and not in any pain. You tried your hardest not to be one of those pain in the ass patients. Nurses had told you horror stories of them having to deal with patients who had to stay as long as you had to. The craziest story you've heard was when a woman was here for five months and acted like she owned the hospital. You laughed and joked around with Anita on the daily. She was an older black nurse that had you laughing so hard you had tears. You made a mental note to send them gift baskets when you leave.

Although you had been pretty happy for a trauma patient, you had your depressing days. Days where Ben would just sit and watch you. He'd try to start a conversation but it was no point, you wouldn't even look at him. Doctors told him that it was completely normal for domestic abuse survivors to have these types of days and the only way to help is to just be there for them. You didn't argue when you were required to see the trauma therapist that they had there. He was a nice old man, very wise and really helped you realize so many things. You appreciated his quick wit and humor. He knew when to be serious and when to be a little goofy.

Ben came back into the room, setting your waffles down in front of you. You silently dug into the scrumptious breakfast before you and watched whatever was on the little flat screen before you. You had been moved to a more private room in the hospital. This area was more for big name people and since Ben was with you, you qualified for one. This private area kept paparazzi and unwanted people out. It wasn't much different from the other rooms, just more private.

"I have a neuro check up at 1 today, gonna get a CT and they're gonna ask me more questions." You mumbled before shoveling a piece of waffle, drenched in syrup and whipped cream into your mouth. Ben nodded as he ate bacon dipped in syrup.

"Did they say anything else about anything? Like if you would be released soon?"

You shook your head no and swallowed. They said it would take quite awhile for you to heal but you had been healing faster than anticipated.

"I think they just want to make sure I'm mentally and emotionally stable before they discharge me. Which I understand completely."

"You've been doing good with Dr. Smith?"

You nodded with a small smile lifting your lips. Ben mirrored the smile and continued to stuff his face with bacon and waffles. After about 15 minutes of the two of shoving your face with food, you were finished. Ben took your to go box and threw away, along with his stuff. You sat back into the bed, sighing softly and closing your eyes.

"I feel incomplete."

"What do you mean? You just ate."

"No not that way dummy!"

"Then what do you mean?"

"I miss my family. I wish they were here with me. Don't get me wrong, I love you and everything and you're the closest thing to family I've got but I want my mom and dad, and my brother. Now that Trevor is gone, I want to contact them."

"Then why don't you call them?"

"I'm too scared. I'm afraid they're angry with me and that they won't want to see me. I literally isolated myself from them for two years, Ben!" You exhaled and bit your lip. Your eyes dropped in sadness as you went into thought. You heard Ben move around then a second later he's laid up next to you.

He throws his arm lazily around you, carefully so he doesn't touch any of your incision sites and cuddles into you. You smile softly and melt into him. It wasn't uncommon for you and Ben to be cuddled with each other. Ever since kindergarten, you'd both take naps with each other. Your parents could have sworn that Ben was the long lost triplet you and your brother had.

Soon enough, you had both fallen asleep, light snores filling the silence that pierced your room.

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About 2 and half hours later you woke up to the sound of Anita knocking on your door. She walked in quietly, smiling at the sight before her. You nudged Ben to wake him up, it took him a second but he finally opened his eyes, rubbing them with his fists.

"Time to take you to your check up, hon. We'll be back soon."

You nodded and sat up, stretching your arms out. Ben transitioned from the bed to the chair, looking at you. You swung your legs over the bed and carefully stood up. Your balance has been a little off but it's a normal issue for you.

Ben held his arms out for you, in case you needed him. Anita walked over to you to move the metal rolling thing that had your I.V on it. Slowly you both walked to the wheelchair she had brought it. You plopped into the cushioned seat and situated yourself.

"I'll see you soon, Bear."

Ben nodded at you and brought his index and middle finger to his forehead, signing off to you. You giggled and mirrored his actions as Anita wheeled you out of the room.

As soon as Ben could see you were out of ear shot, he picked up his phone and made an important phone call. He bit his lip in anticipation, waiting for the person on the other line to pick up.

"Mrs. Y/L/N? It's Ben!"

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Finally you and Anita arrived to the CT machine. You stood up slowly while Anita situated your I.V. Dr. Peterson, your neurosurgeon, sat on the other side of the window, a welcoming smile on his lips.

"How you doing today, Y/N?" He asked into the microphone.

"I'm dog tired and wanna go home but otherwise pretty good. No headaches or anything. Vision is still a little bit fuzzy but we both know I need glasses." You said, giving him a thumbs up.

"That's good to hear. You ready to get started?"

You gave him another thumbs up as you laid down on the table. He nodded and pressed the button, which caused you to move backwards, your head going into the circle.

You sat there for about 5 minutes when you heard the speaker beep. The machine whirred and slowly brought you out of the machine. Dr. Peterson gave you a thumbs up, indicating that it was okay for you to leave.

Anita came in and quickly got you sat down and ready to go. You yawned and laid your head back on the chair, staring at the ceiling.

"Just meet me in the exam room, I'll go have get the results." Anita nodded and wheeled you into an exam room.

Once you got there, you sat down and waited patiently for him to come back with the results. You tapped your fingers against your thigh as Anita took your vitals and started a conversation with you.

"You know, cardio and general cleared you. All you need is to get cleared by neuro and psych. Then sometime in the next week or so, you'll be discharged."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! You've been here for nearly two months. Your wrist is healing perfectly, your incision sites are perfectly fine. Now all we need is for your emotions and your noggin to be cleared."

You giggled at her word choice and smiled. You couldn't wait to get out, as nice as it has been, you miss your bed. Dr. Peterson walked in with a huge smile on his face. You hoped it was a genuine and not fake.

"I think I have the best news you've heard all week."

"Tell me!"

"Well Ms. Y/L/N, your CT results are in..." He took a dramatic pause as if he was about to announce who just won an Oscar for best drama.

"Your brain bleed is completely healed, you're concussion free and your brain function is the best it could ever be!"

Your eyes lit up in excitement as you couldnt believe your ears. You stood up and instantly wrapped your arms around his neck, squeezing him so tightly. You released and gave him the biggest smile, then you turned to Anita and did the same, all the while laughing and cheering.

"I can't believe it! I'm gonna get discharged soon!"

The three of you cheered and hugged. You had just heard the best news you could ever hear. You couldn't wait to tell Ben and finally be able to leave. Without realizing it, you had tears streaming down your cheek. Not because you were sad, no, because you were so happy.

"I'm so happy. Not only because I'm getting discharged soon, but because when I leave this hospital, I will be a survivor of domestic abuse. I won't have to worry about having to cover up bruises and scars and cuts. He's gone. I'm free."

You sobbed with pure happiness. You never felt so happy in your entire life. Anita pulled you into a tight but careful hug. She was the closest person to a mother figured that you've had in awhile. She felt the same amount, if not more, happiness that you radiated.

Dr. Peterson couldn't help but tear up to. He had to admit, working on cases with domestic abuse victims, sexual assault victims or anything like that, really hit him hard. He was so honored to have helped her to the road of recovery.

After the three of you celebrated and cheered, you finally were headed back to your room. Today had been pretty long and exhausted, but it was all worth it in the end.

Soon enough, you approached your room. Anita wheeled you in, not realizing that there were more people in the room. You had your eyes closed as you yawned and stretched your body out, from your arms all the way down to your toes.

Suddenly, you had heard a familiar voice echo throughout the room.

"Y/N, my baby..."

"Mummy...?"

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msbigredmachine · 5 years

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The Roman and Jaida Series, Part 2 - We Are Closer

As Roman and Jaida deal with the aftermath of their passionate encounter the night of Blizzard Raw, a new challenge arrives in the shape of a face from one person's past. The sequel to "We Are Fire".

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"So..." Summer Rae started as she picked on her chicken salad in the hotel restaurant, "You hear Roman tapped Dana Brooke last night?"

Alicia raised an eyebrow. "The Kaitlyn clone from NXT? Really?" When Summer nodded, Alicia chewed her breakfast and then sighed. "Well, you can add another name to the list," she smiled, raising a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice to her lips.

"Not surprised," Summer said with a shrug. "You shoulda seen her last night. You left the bar early. She was all over him."

"And now she's been under him too," Alicia concluded. "I hope she's not expecting more 'cause that's how far she's gonna get with him."

Sitting between the two women, Jaida took her time sipping her orange juice, refusing to partake in the discussion. Inwardly she wished they didn't talk so much about the man in question. It was common knowledge that both ladies had given in to the charms of the Samoan powerhouse, but neither knew that the seamstress, only a week ago, had also done the same. And if she had her way, they would never know about it. She had no interest in being dragged into lewd conversations and comparing sexual notes about him all the time. "So…what are y'all doing for Valentine's Day next week?" she asked, hoping to change the subject.

"Nothing," Alicia said grumpily, still smarting from her recent break-up with Wade Barrett. Jaida winced at her own insensitivity.

"We could room together," suggested Summer, "Watch shitty chick flicks and eat Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough ice cream."

Alicia laughed. "Sounds utterly pathetic, but I'm down for that." She then looked over at Jaida texting on her phone. "What about you Jay? What are you up to next week?"

Summer said, "Probably hooking up with that hunky guy she's been talking to all week. Your ex, right Jaida?"

And then there was that.

Alicia sat up straighter, looking back forth between the two women eagerly for the fresh gossip. "Ex? What ex?"

Summer faced Alicia to fill her in. "His name's Lincoln, and he's coming over today to pick her up and take her out on a date. That's why she's not eating anything."

Jaida shook her head, glancing out the massive glass window of the restaurant. "You need to quit bein' so damn nosy." She looked back inside to see Roman walking in, accompanied by former Funkadactyl Cameron, and her train of thought was temporarily derailed. "And it's not a date. We haven't seen each other in a long time. He's in town so we decided we're gonna catch up, that's all."

"Can I see a picture?" Alicia asked, and Jaida passed her phone to her. "Holy shit, he's hot! Why do you keep all this juicy shit from us, Jay? I thought we were friends," she whined. "What else are you hiding, huh?"

Oh, you don't wanna know. Taking another glance at her phone, Jaida rose to her feet and picked up her bag. "I gotta go, guys. I'll be back in an hour, two tops. Y'all don't need me, right?"

"He's here already? Aren't you gonna introduce us?" asked Alicia.

Jaida scrunched up her nose. "Hell no. I'm not bringing him near any of you," she said, pointing an orange fingernail at both of them.

Alicia shook her head. "Fine, be selfish. Get one in for us though."

"Ain't nothin' to get in. We're friends."

"For now you are," said Summer, hugging her goodbye. "Don't be too long, we've got Main Event and SmackDown tonight."

Jaida made her way out of the restaurant, walking past Roman and Cameron's table like they weren't there. Ever since their little tryst, the seamstress was doing everything in her power to keep away from Roman. It was easy to pass it off as her continued hatred for him since most of the roster already knew the two were constantly at loggerheads. But if the sexual tension was meant to dissipate after their night together, it hadn't gotten the memo yet because if anything it seemed to get even worse for Jaida. She had her game face down pat in public, but behind closed doors was a different scenario. She couldn't get him or the amazing sex they had out of her mind or her dreams; sometimes she would wake up in the middle of the night sweating and, to her horror, her hand between her legs. The man himself wasn't making things any easier. The backbiting hadn't stopped, but his remarks were more innuendo-laden and the look in his grey eyes was more loaded than usual. She hadn't forgotten about him wanting her to stay the night. To her knowledge, none of the girls he fucked slept over. Jaida could only chalk it down to his vulnerable state of mind at the time. If she hadn't been the one to show up at his door, it would have been someone else and he would have told her the same thing. He'd probably said that to Cameron and now there she was by his side. He'd moved on to the next one so it was time she moved on too.

Outside the restaurant she looked for an approaching vehicle, as was said in the text message, and rolled her eyes with a huge smile when a black stretch limousine pulled up in front of her. Only one person she ever knew was capable of such a thing. The back door opened for her and she shook her head with a grin.

"Some things never change," she muttered. She climbed into the limo, unaware of the narrowed pair of grey eyes that had watched everything from inside the restaurant.

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"You look different," Jaida observed as she ate her chicken salad. The handsome man across the table from her did look different. His head was shaven and he had this five o'clock shadow thing going on that looked really good. He'd put on a bit of lean muscle, filling the black business suit he was wearing very well and further accentuating his good looks.

Lincoln flashed her a familiar thousand-watt smile as he sipped from his water glass. "In a good way, I hope?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "Still stylin' and profilin' I see, with the limo and everything."

"What can I say? Life's been good. And you are still as beautiful as the last time I saw you," said Lincoln.

Jaida smiled at her ex-boyfriend. "You're too kind. It's been a while." She'd missed him and had thought about calling him a number of times. When she saw the email he sent her a couple of days ago, they got to chatting again like they'd never been apart. It turned out he was in town this week, so they agreed to meet today.

"It's been too long, actually. I've missed you constantly badgering me about the horrible sneakers I used to wear to work," Lincoln laughed, though Jaida didn't miss the tinge of longing in his voice as he spoke. He continued before she could make a comment. "And speaking of work, how's it going? WWE, huh? Never imagined you being there."

"I know, right?" Jaida went on to chronicle her interesting several months working for the biggest wrestling promotion in the world, designing and making ring gear for the WWE ladies. It wasn't the glitzy catwalks of Milan and Paris that she always dreamed of, but the squared circle of the WWE was just as huge a global platform to show off her talents. Lincoln listened attentively, as she expected him to. He always was a good listener.

"Wow, that sounds amazing," he said, nodding approvingly. "You're obviously having a blast."

"I am. And what about you, Mr. Chief Marketing Officer? How's it going over at our favorite magazine?

Picking up his cutlery, he focused on a piece of his steak. "No idea. I left."

Jaida's eyes grew wide. "What? When?"

"About three months after you did. I felt terrible about the way the company treated you before you left. It takes two to tango, and it wasn't like any of those hypocrites weren't doing the exact same thing we were doing."

Jaida remembered it like it was yesterday. Only eighteen months ago they were colleagues. She was his secretary at her last job at a world-renowned fashion magazine, and it was the reason her poker face was as foolproof as it was today. About six months into her job they became romantically involved and it went on in secret for over a year, until a jealous ex-girlfriend of Lincoln's exposed their relationship. The fallout was so humiliating that it prompted Jaida to sever all ties with Lincoln, uproot herself from L.A. and migrate to the East Coast. She needed space and time to regroup and rebound, and it eventually came in the form of the job offer from the WWE.

"So, I handed in my resignation letter and was gone by the summer," Lincoln went on. "I couldn't take it anymore. Plus I got tired of being the son of the owner of the company. It was a crutch I didn't need and it ended up wrecking my chances with the woman I loved," he said, staring intently at Jaida as her eyes softened. "So yeah, I seized that opportunity to move on and do something else with my life. So I got my own business now. It's not a Fortune 500 company, but it's doing great."

"You're your own man now. The ladies must be falling over their feet to get to you, more so now than ever," said Jaida.

Smiling, Lincoln shrugged. "Maybe. But I'm not interested in any of ‘em."

"Hmm."

Their eyes locked together in an intimate stare. Leaning forwards, Lincoln rested his elbows on the table. "So…who's the lucky guy I have to contend with now? Or maybe not, seeing how gargantuan they all are," he added, chuckling at his little joke.

A certain Samoan flitted through her mind that very moment, and she immediately chastised herself, horrified. "There's no one. Free as a bird," she answered.

"I guess that's good for me, right?" He looked right into her eyes, and Jaida knew that look anywhere. Swallowing, she shook her head. "Linc-"

Reaching across the table, he took her hand in his own. "I've missed you, Jay-Jay. I think about you every day, and I wish things didn't end the way they did," he said. "I want to start over with you as friends. I know it's too soon for anything more, but I'd really like to have you back in my life." He kissed the back of her hand. "So what do you say? Is that okay?"

Jaida still cared about Lincoln. In their time together they had developed a strong connection, physically and emotionally. Having not heard from him since leaving her old job and being so busy with the WWE slowly diminished that connection. A lot had changed between them, but starting again as friends didn't sound like a bad idea. Maybe eventually, they could grow to become something more again.

"Okay."

More importantly, maybe it could help her forget about him.

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Looking around the vast Catering area, Roman's gaze fell upon the entryway, where a young dark-skinned woman strolled in arm-in-arm with Natalya. "Who's the girl? Been seein' her around lately," he asked Seth next to him.

Seth looked up, and then looked back down at his phone. "Jaida. Sandra's new assistant," he answered, "Heard she came in from one of those chick magazines. The girls have been raving about her sewing skills or something."

So she was a seamstress. It didn't really surprise the Pensacola native. One could tell she was fashion-forward with the way she dressed, though there was an effortlessness about her style that he liked. She wore a baggy monochrome chiffon blouse with a short black pencil skirt and ankle strap heels, a maroon bowler hat perched on her head. He could tell that she had a cute little body; perfect for twisting into various raunchy positions...

"She's a cool chick," Dean spoke up, biting into a chicken leg. "Seems a little high-maintenance though. Like, buy her fake designer shit and she'll call you out."

"Sounds like every other broad in this joint. She'll fit right in," Seth laughed, saw the look on Roman's face, and groaned. "Oh God…dude."

Roman was still looking at the woman, but an eyebrow was raised for his Shield brother's benefit. "What?"

"I see that fuckin' look in your eye, man. You're makin' a play for her already."

"And?"

"Do you always have to nail every woman that passes through this company?"

"Hey, they come to me. Who am I to deny them?"

"One of these days one of 'em will kick you in the balls, or break your finger when you grope them. I guarantee it."

The trio finished up their breakfast and then went their separate ways. With nothing to do for another hour, Roman decided to search for the newbie, wanting an up-close look for himself. Who knew? Perhaps it could be the start of a beautiful…friendship…between them.

He found her backstage outside the women's locker room reading a magazine. A cocky smile tugged his lips. "Hi."

She looked up, and Roman was instantly drawn to her eyes; wide and almond-shaped with a mix of green and grey that he had never seen before. Her pretty face was contorted into a frown.

He extended his hand. "I don't think we've met. I'm Roman."

She glanced down at the outstretched hand. A second or two passed before she put her hand in his for a quick handshake. "Jaida," she said coolly before returning to her reading.

Roman quietly blew out a breath. They always tried to put up a front, only for their resolve to crumble soon afterwards. She would be no different. "Jaida. Beautiful name." He leaned against the table next to her. "So how you doin'?"

"Good," she replied uninterestedly.

"May I ask why a pretty lady like yourself is sitting all alone?"

Jaida shrugged. "I don't know," she said, refusing to look at him. "Definitely not to listen to the cheesy one-liners you're about to throw my way."

"Cheesy one-liners? Come on."

"Yeah. The other day I saw you chatting up one of the girls while she dreamily twirled her hair in her finger," said Jaida. "If you expect the same from me, sorry to disappoint. I'm not very good at playing the dumb floozy."

Roman had an amused look on his face. "I think we're starting off on the wrong foot."

"No, I'm perfectly fine where we've started. Shouldn't you be off somewhere keeping your little girlfriends in check or something?"

"I don't have a girlfriend, sweet pea. I'm free as a bird."

"It's Jaida, not sweet pea," she snapped.

"I kinda like sweet pea. Suits you. So if that's what I want to call you, that's what I'ma call you."

"Because you always get what you want, don't you?" Finally, she turned to face him, a look of annoyance on her face.

Roman stared at this mouthy little woman, growing annoyed himself. No woman had ever talked to him this way before. Ever. "Hey, I'm trying to be nice here. There's a lot of ladies, and I mean a lot," he bit back, "that are dying to be in your place right now, getting all this attention I'm giving you."

"Then go find them and leave me alone."

"Why all this hostility, sweet pea?" Roman said, unwilling to give up just yet. "I mean, we're going to be working together; we might as well take this time to get to know each other, ya know?"

Jaida rolled her eyes. "I think I know you just fine, Reigns. But thanks for the offer."

"So you do know my name."

"I don't have a choice. You and your buddies seem to be the shit around here. Though I don't see why," she said, giving him a disapproving look up and down.

"You got quite the mouth on you, sweet pea," Roman said, moving closer. Raising his hand to touch her cheek, his voice dropped an octave. "How 'bout you show me what else that pretty little mouth can do later tonight?"

Her eyes widened in disbelief. Then, she did something he never in a million years expected her to do. She twisted her face and sank her teeth into his index finger. Hard, causing him to yelp in pain.

"Oww! What the fuck!" he cried, shocked. Did this bitch just bite him?

"My name is Jaida. I don't want your so-called attention, so unless you got problems with your ring gear I suggest you stay the hell away from me," she warned. With that she stormed away, her high heels clicking angrily on the concrete.

Rubbing his finger gingerly, Roman narrowed his eyes at her retreating form. "Crazy bitch," he murmured angrily. She had another thing coming if she thought he was going to leave her alone. She hadn't seen the last of him, not by a long shot.

As pissed off as she had made him, he was also very much aware of how much this little altercation had aroused him.

Roman was used to having Jaida Leonard on the brain most of the time; thinking up new ways in which to get on her nerves and generally make her life miserable. Fucking her was also somewhere on his to-do list, and he figured that once he did that, she would lose her appeal. But he had fucked her, more than a week ago, and since then all he could fucking think about was her.

Her poker face impressed the hell out of him though. She was damn smooth about it too. Other girls would have acted out, hunting him down demanding answers or openly casting pathetic, lovesick glances from a distance. Nothing from her. Even when he stoked the fire by dropping obvious hints or parading another girl on his arm, she completely ignored him, and it was starting to aggravate him. He preferred it when they were constantly fighting. He knew something was very wrong with him when he saw her drive away in that limo with that guy in the back seat earlier this morning and his chest felt clogged. A tingling sensation settled in his stomach every time he thought about her or looked at her, as opposed to his groin. That wasn't a good thing. Tingling sensations belonged in his dick, not in his stomach or his chest or anywhere else.

This was all her fault. Why did she have to be so goddamn irresistible?

Turning a corner, he came to an abrupt stop and rolled his eyes. Speak of the damn she-devil.

At the end of the hallway, Jaida stood by her sewing station, engaged in friendly conversation with Lana. Keeping himself hidden from their view, he took the chance to observe the seamstress. Dressed in a sleeveless yellow crop top, a high-waist A-line skirt and black wedges, her curled hair framing her face and shoulders, she looked like a doll. Lana then waved and continued down the other end of the hallway while Jaida disappeared round a corner. Looking around to ensure he wasn't being watched, Roman followed her.

This was crazy. He'd banged her. He'd gotten what he wanted; he had no clue why he still craved her attention but here he was, scurrying after her like a big-ass rat.

He found the seamstress searching for something in a closet, that backside he fantasized about in his downtime poking out, causing his tongue to dart out over his lips. Quietly, he came up behind her and placed both hands on her hips.

She jumped with a shriek, spinning around. "Jesus, Reigns! You fuckin' scared me!"

"Sorry." The stupid little grin on his face indicated that he was anything but.

Rolling her eyes, Jaida subtly stepped back from him. "Did you want something?"

"You know the answer to that, sweet pea," he replied. "I was wondering earlier; do you get fancy limos to come pick you up in every town we're in? You gotta hook me up with that shit."

Laughing, she placed a bunch of folded clothes on top of the equipment crate. "And here I thought you couldn't detach your face from some trick's pussy long enough to see what's goin' on around you," she said.

"Funny. So who was he?"

Jaida met his eyes with a smirk. "Why do you care? Is someone jealous?" She threw the word out there to see what his reaction would be.

Roman snorted derisively. "You wish."

Pursing her lips thoughtfully, Jaida leaned against the equipment crate and crossed her arms. "He and I used to work together."

"And let me guess, y'all hooked up." Her prolonged silence and averted gaze told him much more than he expected. "Oh, you dated. Interesting," he sang. "You gotta thing for your co-workers huh?"

Jaida scoffed. "I do not have a thing for my co-workers. And just 'cause you and I fucked one time doesn't automatically mean I have a thing for you," she said, unable to keep the agitation out of her voice. "And who are you to talk about co-workers when you're the one fucking half the girls on the damn roster? I see Cameron's the latest victim. Go find your new girlfriend why don't you?"

"She's not my girlfriend. And if I wanted to see her I'd be where she is right now." Taking her by the hand, he maneuvered her out of public view and into a darkened area where more equipment crates were stationed. He then backed her up against the one furthest in. Jaida's eyes were wide the entire time. "Reigns, what are you doing?" she demanded, watching him place his hands back on her hips.

"What's it look like I'm doing?"

"You can't! And someone could see us!" she hissed, glancing over her shoulder cautiously.

"No one will see us, look where we are. And even if so, what's wrong with that?"

The seamstress glared at him. "The whole world don't need to know you've sank your claws into me."

"Ain't the only thing I've sank into you, is it sweet pea?" he whispered with a devious smirk. He loomed over her, his big body surrounding her and invading her space. Being so close to him was both making her uncomfortable and turning her on, and she wasn't sure which emotion too choose. She wanted to push him away, and at the same time she wanted him so badly she could taste it. Avoiding his eyes, she said, "You've already fucked me, Reigns. What more could you possibly want from me?"

Roman caught her chin, gently tilting it up so that their eyes met again. "I told you I'd have you again, and I always make good on my promises. You gonna pretend you don't want that too? Huh? You wanna act like you don't think about the night we shared? Because I know you do."

Without warning, he lifted her up and sat her on top of the equipment crate, wedging his body between her legs. He pressed himself against her, and his nose dipped into her hair, inhaling its appealing scent. Reflexively Jaida put her hands on his chest, but not to push him away. She felt the firmness of muscle, the heat exuding from his olive skin. "Reigns…" she drawled.

"I remember everything clearly, baby girl," Roman said in her ear. "Your hot breath on my neck, your tongue in my mouth; the way you moaned my name over and over as your tight-as-fuck pussy clenched my dick…I get fuckin' hard every time I think about it." He ran a hand up her bare thigh, a small smile forming when she shivered in response. "Wonder if that man of yours makes you feel like this," he mused, his gruff voice even huskier, his teeth nibbling her earlobe. "If his touch makes you shiver the way mine does."

Jaida had forgotten how to breathe. Visions of their night of passion sparked wildly in her mind, which was now hazy from the kisses Roman was trailing up the left side of her neck. His hand boldly made its way into her crop top, leaving goose bumps on her skin in its wake. As he placed his palm over her right breast and squeezed, a moan she couldn't control escaped her lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist and used her leg strength to draw him closer, weaving her fingers through his hair. He continued to suckle her neck, the spiky hairs of his goatee tickling her skin. His hand slipped inside her skirt to cup her mound, rubbing her through her dampened panties. "Wow, sweet pea. All this wet pussy for me?" he asked.

Before she could conjure up any coherent words to respond, he slipped two fingers inside her and stroked her wet core. She rewarded him with a long moan and eyes that fluttered shut. He plunged his fingers deeper, brushing the pad of his thumb over her clit, and she squirmed in a very satisfying way. He kept at it, relishing the sounds of her heavy breathing, then pulled his fingers out, pleased at the way she whimpered in protest. With a smirk, he pushed back in, curling his fingers inside her.

"Fuck, Roman…" It was pleasure overload for Jaida. Her forehead rested on his shoulder, clutching his massive biceps to support her weakening frame. Her entire body was on fire and tingling from head to toe. His mouth found hers the instant she lifted her head. They kissed fervently, the sound of their lips meeting and parting filling the heated silence. He drew her tongue into his mouth, sucking hard on it. His fingers plunged deeper, thrusting faster until she was moaning and rocking her hips against his hand. His arousal pressed insistently against her inner thigh. She was helpless, only cognizant of her raging need for him. She let herself luxuriate in his touch, enjoying the boldness of it, the intimacy, the sensuality of him confidently exploring her body.

The shrill, off-putting sound of her cell phone ringing permeated through the thick haze of passion. They were both more than willing to ignore it, but a few more insistent rings forced Jaida to break the kiss. On the equipment crate, Lincoln's name lit up her phone screen. Shifting so that Roman’s fingers slipped out of her, she pushed off the crate, landing on her feet, and picked up the device. "Gotta take this," she muttered dazedly, a hint of an apology in her green eyes.

Roman cleared his throat. "Whatever." He took a step back from her, hating how disappointed he felt at that very moment. But as he turned to leave, he felt her grab his arm. With her phone at her ear, she pulled his hand up to her mouth and sucked the fingers that had been inside her. He swore under his breath as he watched her taste herself, her tongue rolling around his fingers, and the erotic contact lit a fire within the Pensacola native like never before.

Jaida forced herself to let go of him, and with a wink, she walked away, more turned on than she already was. As she refocused on talking to Lincoln, one thought ran through her mind.

Boy, am I in big trouble.

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Valentine's Day

"Jaida! Presents for you!"

At the sound of Sasha Banks’ chirpy voice, Jaida turned around, her perfectly manicured eyebrows coming together in confusion, and it took her a few seconds to register the items in Sasha's toned arms; a sizable bouquet of red roses wrapped in green paper, and a large box of chocolates. "For me?" she said. She wasn't expecting any gifts.

"Yeah, and guess who sent them. Starts with an L, ends with an N," the Boss said, wiggling her eyebrows at the seamstress.

Unable to suppress a smile, Jaida reached for the bouquet, scooping it out of Sasha's hands and bringing it close to her face to inhale their scent. "Oh wow. They're beautiful," she said.

"I know right?" Sasha agreed, reading the card that came with it. "My darling Jaida, so happy to have you back in my life. Thinking of you now and always. Love, Linc." She sighed dramatically. "Honey, you are so lucky I'm with my man. I'da found a way to steal that hunk from right under your nose."

"I don't doubt that for a second," Jaida chuckled, touching one of the roses, feeling its velvety softness beneath her fingertips. At the thought of Lincoln, she felt a pleasurable tingle within her. Things were going well between them. They weren't officially dating, but it was heading in that direction. Recently they kissed for the first time in over a year, and while it was as nice as she last remembered, it didn't quite compare to that of a certain long-haired, tattooed individual.

Yeah. Him. She still couldn't get him out of her head, and it was starting to get on her nerves.

The hairs on her arm suddenly stood on end, and she felt the sensation of being watched. Glancing up, she found Roman's gaze on her. Of course. He was a number of feet away but she could still see his face clearly. His expression was unreadable, making her wonder what was going through his head at that moment. They were back to ignoring each other, right after their make-out session the night of the tapings. She thought she had him figured out but she found him more befuddling than ever.

Jaida remembered the first time she laid eyes on him, all those months ago. She'd gotten lost in the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit and stumbled upon him in a deserted hallway, making out with some girl, who she now knew was Eva Marie. The two were clearly on the way towards more explicit activity so she'd quietly gone the other way unseen. In retrospect, she wasn't very pleased that she was now lumped together with the redhead as one of his probably many backstage frolics. Only hours later he was flirting with Summer, the woman twirling her finger in her hair as she stared adoringly at him. Jaida knew what he was all about from then on. He was a guy that evidently got what, or who he wanted whenever he wanted, and she wanted no part of it. She'd lashed out at him when he hit on her, but deep down she knew that sooner or later they would cross paths in more ways than one, and she was right. She finally understood the hype though, and she was coming to terms with the fact that she may like him a little more than the boundaries of mere physical attraction permitted. But she knew better than to let her feelings cloud her judgment and dive into something she could not get out of. She knew what she was like. If she slept with him again she would fall, just like she'd fallen for Lincoln. And unlike Lincoln, there was no certainty that the feeling would be mutual with Roman. After all, what made her so special that she was the one, of all the women he'd been with, he would change his habits for?

This was not a fairytale. Life did not work that way and she didn't feel like waiting around crossing her fingers and hoping that it did. So yeah, distancing themselves from each other was for the best. Now she had to figure out how to distance herself from him mentally.

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After a long evening, Jaida was relaxing on her bed in the hotel room she shared with Summer, biting into a piece of Lincoln's truffles and listening to her R&B playlist on Pandora when there was a knock on the door. A hotel employee stood outside, holding a long rectangular box sealed with a thin red bow. "I have a delivery for Miss Leonard?"

Jaida was pleasantly surprised as she took it from him. "Thanks."

"No problem, ma'am. Happy Valentine's."

She said the same to him and shut the door. She scanned the box for a moment, a smile on her face as she pulled off the ribbon and opened the box. Nestled inside was a long, single-stem red rose. She took it out and inhaled it. Aw, he was so sweet. Taking her phone, she dialed up his number, grinning giddily.

"Hey. Was just thinking about you," Lincoln greeted.

"As I you," Jaida said, making her voice as seductive as possible. "Someone's been generous today."

"Oh, really?"

"Uh huh. Flowers and candy in the morning, a single rose this evening…you're spoiling me, Linc."

Lincoln chuckled. "Trust me darling, I'd like nothing more than to take credit for something that's made you so happy," he said, "but not this time. The rose didn't come from me."

It was like a record had scratched in her head, bringing everything to a screeching halt. "Wait, you didn't send this?"

"No babe. Looks like you got a secret admirer. I'm not surprised, beautiful girl like you…"

Lincoln was still talking, but Jaida could no longer hear him. Her heart was pounding wildly, slamming against her ribs. Lincoln hadn't sent her the rose. And if it wasn't Lincoln…

And then she saw it. A small white card inside the box. Jaida picked it up and flipped it open, her eyes growing wide when she read the words written inside.

Happy Valentine's Day, Sweet Pea.

An unpleasant foreign sensation began to envelope her, making her lightheaded, but Jaida fought it off so she could refocus on Lincoln, hoping, praying, that her voice didn't betray her true sentiments. "Oh, uh, guess what? I just found the little note that came with the box. Turns out the rose is for Summer. I found it on my bed so I assumed...My bad." She forced a giggle, trying to sound embarrassed. "I better put this back then."

"You sound disappointed," said Lincoln. "If you want I could send you another bouquet."

Jaida forced a smile into her voice. "Oh no, that's okay. You've done more than enough for me." She feigned a loud yawn, desperate to get out of this awkward situation. "I should go to bed. I have an important meeting tomorrow."

"I'll let you go. I got some work to finish up myself." He paused. "I miss you."

She could tell there was something else he wanted to say. "Miss you too. Goodnight."

As soon as she hung up, she lunged for the hotel room phone on her nightstand and with trembling hands dialed a room number. A familiar deep timbre resounded from the other end of the line.

"Hello?"

"What the hell do you think you're doing sending me flowers, Reigns?" Jaida hissed into the phone. "Are you fuckin’ kidding me?"

Roman's voice danced with amusement. "Is that your version of a thank you, sweet pea?"

"No jackass! What are you playing at? If this is your idea of a joke it's not funny."

"You are one ungrateful broad, you know that?"

Jaida frowned. "And you are an ass. Anyone ever tell you that?"

"Every day, baby. Now where's my thank you? I'm waiting."

Rolling her eyes with a heavy sigh, she relented, forcing herself to calm down. "Thank you for the rose. It's beautiful," she said. "Happy?"

"Very."

Silence fell between the two of them for a long moment. "What'cha doin' right now?" Roman finally said, his voice softer.

A warm smile crossed her features. "Nothing. I'm in my room. Summer went off with Fandango I think, so I'm all alone tonight."

"Yeah, I saw them. You sound like you're having fun."

"Come over," she blurted out.

Again, it went quiet, and Jaida immediately regretted opening her mouth.

"Boyfriend ain't around to tuck you in?" Roman taunted, and the teasing rumble of his baritone voice sent embarrassment through her. "You know what, forget I said anything," she mumbled.

"Make up your mind, woman," Roman chuckled. "You want me to come over or not?"

Jaida chewed her bottom lip. This was wrong. So wrong. And yet it was all she wanted. "Yeah."

"Fine. I'll be there in ten minutes. Wear something pretty so I can take it off of you." And he hung up without another word. Jaida stared at the phone before slowly replacing it on the receiver. Oh boy. There was no turning back now. She might as well get dressed. Or rather, undressed.

When the door opened, Roman walked in, holding up a bottle of Rosé and two glass flutes. "I brought champagne. Hotel provided a complimentary bottle to all the Superstars." He smiled as he looked Jaida over. She was dressed in a thigh-length satin red robe, concealing her curvy frame, and her wavy hair cascaded down over her shoulders. She had on a pair of sinful-looking heels that pumped lust and desire through the Samoan's blood. He noticed her hardened nipples through the thin material of the robe, and he suspected it was all she was wearing. "You look smokin', doll."

So did he, even in a simple black tank top and grey sweatpants. The visible dick print, along with his smoldering gaze, brought a blush to her cheeks. Fuck, he was sexy. "Thanks. So do you," she said. "So who else did you send roses to today? Must've spent a lot of money trying to cater to all of your women."

"I sent roses to two people today, one of them being my mother. You can figure out for yourself who the other person is." Setting the champagne and the glasses on a nearby table, Roman turned and saw Jaida standing right in front of him, her hands slowly tugging at the belt around her waist.

“I’m flattered,” she said, her voice low as she pulled her robe open, “But we ain’t here to talk.”

She eased the robe off her shoulders, and as it slid to the floor, Roman felt his mouth go dry. She was completely naked, wearing nothing but those devilish heels and an even more devilish smile. He thought a lot of women were hot, but Jaida was a thing of beauty all to herself. “Jaida,” he whispered, casting his gaze hungrily over her body.

Jaida shivered when he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her flush against him. With his deep, husky tone and that 'I'ma sex you so good' expression on his gorgeous face, the only thing she wanted to feel right now was that big dick of his inside her. As Roman's lips met hers in a string of small, fleeting kisses, desire and something else she couldn't place shot through her veins. Throwing caution to the wind, she pushed her mouth against his, exploring him with her tongue. She reached down to stroke his dick through his sweatpants, smiling when he groaned in response. His hands snaked around her butt and thighs to lift her up into his arms. She thought it was so hot how easily he did that. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, Jaida returned every one of his heady kisses. She held onto him as he blindly staggered over to her bed without breaking their kiss. He sat on the bed and raised his arms to allow her pull off his tank top. Her fingers then raked through his ponytail, setting his hair loose while he fondled her breasts. His touch sent heat instantly flooding through her body. She began to grind her ass into his crotch slowly, feeling him harden against her. With another lustful growl Roman took her hair in one large fist and tugged back, exposing the tender skin of her throat. She inhaled sharply as he attacked the sensitive spot, his mouth hot and delicious on her flesh. His fingers traced the blue rose tattoo on her breast. "Your tattoo's so hot," he observed.

Before she could respond, he scooped her breast into his mouth and sucked, squeezing the other with his free hand. Jaida swore softly and tipped her head back, welcoming the sensations he invoked within her. As he pulled back, she caught sight of the open box of chocolates on the nightstand. She glanced at Roman and then back at the box, smiling as a delicious idea popped up in her head. "Lay back," she instructed.

Casting her a questioning look, Roman did as she asked, and Jaida relieved him of the rest of his clothes and mounted him. Picking out a few pieces of chocolate, she squished them together between her hands and then offered her index finger to him. Roman took the digit in his mouth and sucked slowly, never taking his eyes off her face, and his darkened gaze sent shivers down her spine. Her palms smoothed over his upper body, spreading chocolate over him like paint on a canvas, and she swirled her tongue over his heart, while Roman looked on hungrily. "Nice. I like where your head's at, baby girl," he grunted, rubbing her back lazily.

"I knew you would." She licked along his body, placing wet kisses on his stomach, accompanied by slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue. She heard his hiss of pleasure when she dipped it into his navel. "Mm babe, you taste so good," she said, tracing his abs with the chocolate and licking it off.

Roman was fixated on her every move, his lips parted and his breathing labored as she made her way further down, her seductive tongue causing goosebumps to break out all over his skin. Jaida paused at the scar from his surgery a few years ago. Looking at him, she placed a gentle kiss on the scar, and the unexpected gesture sparked a ripple of affection through him. She moved down to his dick, which stood proudly at attention. Her tongue swished briefly over her lips as she stared at it, then squeezing some more chocolate onto her hand, she closed her fist around him, slowly stroking up and down, smearing chocolate from the base up to the plum-shaped tip. Roman moaned his approval at her touch. He watched his dick disappear into her mouth, her sigh vibrating against his most sensitive skin. He caressed her hair, pushing it back from her face. "How does my dick taste, sweet pea?" he asked.

"It tastes great baby," she answered before engulfing him again, his girth stretching her mouth.

"Mmm. That's right beautiful, suck my dick." His voice was a gasping whisper as she ate the chocolate off his penis, sparing no inch of him. The flat of her hot tongue gave long strokes along his shaft and balls, her lips sliding and pulling along his coated erection. "Fuck, so good," he groaned, his grip on her hair tightening.

Jaida continued her ministrations for several seconds, sucking, tonguing and stroking him. Then, without warning, she took him all the way in the back of her throat. The sensation that surged through him caused his hips to buck off the bed instinctively. "Jesus, Jay…wow." His head fell back, mouth open and panting with pleasure. Damn, she was good. The way the tip of his length kept hitting the back of her throat, the way her hands massaged his balls nearly tipped him over the edge. She started to suck him harder and faster, and he knew if she carried on he was going to explode. He grabbed her shoulders roughly, and with one twist of his body, she was the one on her back while he loomed over her.

"My turn," he announced, smirking at the challenging expression on her green eyes as she was aware of how worked up she had made him. He would wipe away that smug look soon enough. Taking a piece of chocolate of his own, he surveyed her thoughtfully. "Now, where do I start?" he mused.

She gathered her hair up and pointed at her neck. "Here."

Smiling, Roman rubbed the chocolate over the spot and sucked on the sensitive skin. He expected her satisfied sigh and got it. He cupped her bare breasts and lathered both with chocolate, paying particular attention to her tattoo. Jaida bit back a moan as he leaned down to slowly lick the treat off her twin mounds. He liked her tits; they were soft and supple and fit into his hands very nicely. He took his time, smiling at the way her breath hitched each time his teeth pulled her hardened nipples. He licked down her stomach, her thighs, her legs, slurping and sucking the chocolate off her skin. He returned to the juncture between her legs and smirked at how wet she already was. He slipped a clean finger inside her before withdrawing it and putting it in his mouth. "Best taste of the bunch," he remarked, then he dipped his face between her thighs, his tongue swiping greedily at her pussy.

With her chocolate-covered hands caressing her breasts, her heavy breathing intensified as his mouth pressed further into her. She reflexively lifted her hips to grind against his face, but he abruptly shoved her hips back down to the bed. Holding her legs wide apart, he thrust his tongue deep inside her. A loud, guttural groan escaped Jaida as hot pleasure surged through her system. The feeling of his tongue relentlessly stroking her was driving her insane.

Having his fill of her feminine essence for now, Roman crawled over her body and met her face to face once more. Jaida promptly pulled him down and crashed her lips to his. There was something extremely erotic about the way their nude bodies were streaked with confectionery and writhing against each other. Their tongues tangled together hungrily, and Jaida couldn't get enough of the chocolate flavor mixed with his natural taste. She wanted…no, needed, more of it, more of him.

Roman himself had reached his breaking point. Reaching for the condom he'd brought along, he sheathed himself in record time. Laying Jaida on her side, he sidled up behind her in a spooning position, then slid his knee between her legs. They both moaned as he pushed his dick through her entrance, sliding slowly inside her. She was so hot, so wet and ready for him.

"Take me," she gasped, rolling her ass back against him. The wait was becoming unbearable. "I need you, Roman. Fuck me."

He didn't need telling twice. He snapped his hips once, driving his dick hard into her, and reveled in her scream, which quickly became a groan of pleasure as he started moving in and out of her. He twisted her face towards his and muffled her moans with hot, wet kisses, as she reached up to tangle her fingers in his long locks. Her breasts were at his hand's mercy, molding and massaging, plucking the hardened nubs of her nipples. His thrusts were deep and commanding; her moans were throaty and orgasm-inducing. Then, as she was nearing her release, he slowed down, going in and out of her in a tortuously measured tempo, savoring her heat and moist warmth. Jaida moaned loudly, overwhelmed by the dizzying sensations. "Fuck, Roman…yes, just like that, oh fuck…"

Roman watched the pleasure contort her beautiful features, memorized the euphoric look in her breathtaking green eyes, the way her hair clung to her face, the way she groaned his name. The Samoan found himself proud to be the one to bring her to this state of bliss. "Such a tight little pussy, sweet pea. So wet for me," he breathed heavily in her ear, accentuating the statement with another single hard, deep thrust that caused her to cry out. Rolling her onto her belly, he adjusted himself on top of her and increased his pace as he fucked her from behind, pistoning deep into her inviting heat.

"Oh god!" Jaida moaned noisily into the sheets, her toes curling as she crept closer and closer to her climax. Roman was hitting every spot she owned with amazing precision. She was vaguely cognizant of his warm mouth suckling her neck, his pelvis smacking against her ass as he long-stroked her pussy. His fingers snuck back between her legs, probing her clitoris, and gripping the sheets tightly, Jaida screamed as she came hard, trembling uncontrollably in Roman’s arms. Groaning, he pressed her down into the mattress and hammered into her, desperate for his own release.

“Fuck, Jaida, I’m comin’...fuck!...” He moaned out loud as the orgasm seized every muscle in his body, leaving him temporarily without the ability of speech or thought. Relaxing against her, he gave her breast a feeble squeeze then let go, flopping onto his back to catch his breath.

On the nightstand, Jaida's message alert beeped. Finding the strength to move, the seamstress picked the phone up, finding a text from Lincoln, bidding her goodnight and that he would dream of her.

From where he lay, Roman could see every word in the message, the little smile on her face. "You like this dude." It was more of a statement than a question, his hand wiping away stray chocolate on the curve of her hip.

Jaida turned towards him, searching his face as she tried to gauge the casual tone of his voice. A few seconds passed, and biting her lip, she nodded.

He brushed his thumb across her cheek. "Fair enough. It got nothin' to do with what we're doing, right?" he asked, a meaningful look in his eyes. He didn't give a shit about Jaida getting together with this Lincoln guy, as long as he got his own special piece of her.

Jaida's eyes narrowed curiously at him. So he wanted this to be a thing now? As much as she should have questioned the wisdom of this decision, she found herself not wanting to, not when this was as incredible as it was. Switching off her phone and putting it away, she took his face in her hands and wrapped his lips with hers, over and over. "No," she murmured against his mouth.

“You sure?”

“Mm-hmm.” She swung a leg over him and straddled his sweet, sweat-ridden body. "Don't worry about it."

Roman stared up at her, a mix of amusement and lust in his grey eyes. "You want more, baby? Can't get enough of this good dick?" he smirked.

"Not quite," Jaida stated, a challenging glint in her eyes. "Now let's see what you're really made of."

Roman's smile mirrored her own as he braced his hands on her hips. "Careful what you wish for, sweet pea," he murmured, right before her mouth covered his once again.

Jaida wasn't sure where she and Lincoln were going, but she knew exactly where she and Roman were at. They would indulge in each other, and when the next day rolled around they could pretend like nothing happened. She'd done it before, with Lincoln and in more treacherous circumstances. This wouldn't be a problem for her. She would find a way to make it work.

And with a dick game as stellar as Roman Reigns', she definitely wanted to make it work.

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arrowheads | a twd fanfic

Summary: Y/N and Sophia have breakfast, while doing so Y/N askes about Sophia's aloneness when she found her.

Warning: some language and possible grammatical errors.

ONWARD AND YONWARD!!

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Chapter [4]: Burning Squirrels and Talking Shop

Narrator's POV.

To Y/N's suprise, no danger had found them that night. It was quiet, other than the crickets and cicadas that hummed in the darkness.

It was deemed "safe" for that night, yeah, but Y/N wouldn't want to try her luck being under tree than in one again.

Now, just a couple of hours before the sun rose, Y/N watched as the little blonde started to stir in her spot against the tree. She was only sitting a few feet away from her as she figure it'd be nice for the little girl to wake up to breakfast. Squirrel.

"Mhn." A quiet groan escaped Sophia's lips. Her eyes shot open, and she began to look around frantically.

Y/N quickly took action, "hey, hey." Y/N said rushed over towards Sophia, putting her knife she used to poke at the squirrel in it's holster. "It's alright, you're alright." She said once she reached Sophia, trying to make eye contact with the girl as her eyes bounced all over the place.

Finally catching the girl's eyes, Y/N nodded at her in reassurance. "You're okay." Sophia nodded back, getting that she was okay.

Y/N smiled softly, "I'm making squirrel. Figured we could eat and talk about getting you back to whoever you were with, yeah."

Sophia stared at Y/N for q long minute before looking over her shoulder and pointing.

Y/N frowned and gave a head tilt before following Sophia's gaze, her jaw nearly hitting the ground as she caught sight of the problem.

Squirrels catching flame.

"Shit!" Y/N exclaimed as she rushed over to their meal. She quickly grabbed the shirt she had as an oven mitt and she picked up the stick that was holding the squirrels.

She held it up and blew as hard as she could at it.

For Sophia, this was pretty amusing. She sat straight up, letting the blanket fall from under her chin. She watched as her rescuer struggled to get the flame out.

Y/N continue to blow and blow, and eventually the flame distinguished.

"Phew!" Y/N let out a breathe of air. "I'd say this is just about perfectly done." She said with confidence. "Or. It's just about perfectly overcooked." Y/N let out a chuckled sigh,

"this is why I shouldn't be allowed to cooked." Y/N whispered to herself.

Y/N's head snapped over to where a giggled came from her left side, "so you think this is funny, huh?" The h/c archer said with amusement in her tone.

Sophia continued to giggled as she nodded her.

Y/N snorted, "yeah, yeah, laugh it up." She said as she put out the fire and placed the squirrels back onto the makeshift rack.

"Come on, we'll let these cool a bit and then we can eat up."

Sophia took herself and the blanket over to where Y/N sat, sitting crisscross applesause on the opposite side of her. And to Y/N's suprise, the little blonde spoke.

"Do you always burn your food?" Sophia asked, laughter in her voice, along with curiosity.

"Pfft! No. No way! I'mma good cook." Y/N denied.

Sophia raised an eyebrow at her.

"Okay, fine. I do. But not always. Just sometimes."

Sophia giggled again, and Y/N couldn't help but smile.

"Messing up food has nearly always been with me." Y/N explained as she twirled a twig into the dirt. "I can cook, I swear. I just, at times, forget about the food that I'm cooking and it may or may not burn."

"It does burn." Sophia said in laughter.

"Yeah." Y/N chuckled.

A couple of minutes passed. Those minutes spent in silence, and munching on their squirrels. Y/N took the more burnt one, while Sophia took the less burnt one. And honestly, to Y/N, her burnt squirrel wasn't that bad. She finished it up rather quickly with having barely ate the day before.

When she was done, she went into her pack and count the bottles of water that were there. Four. Four water bottles. The Georgia heat would make a person want to drown them all right then and there. But they'd have to make this work until she could find a new source of water.

Y/N reached and pulled out one, she screwed the cap off and drank a little less than half. She passed the rest to Sophia, who gratefully accepted it.

She finished up the rest of her squirrel and took to pretty small gulps of the water.

Sophia reached the bottle back out toward Y/N. "No, no. It's cool. You drink it." Y/N said.

Sophia looked reluctant to, but she took another swallow, reaching the bottle back to Y/N again.

"We should save it." She said softly.

"Kid, just drink it." Y/N said with a slight chuckle.

"Mhn-mhn." The little blonde shook her head.

The archer sigh, taking the bottle from the little girl. She screwed the cap back on and placed it back into her bag.

"Little Blue. The last time you saw your people or whoever. They were alive right?" Y/N asked as she closed her bag back up, hoping she would get an answer.

"Yes." Sophia responded.

"Okay. I wanna help you find 'em." I said, waiting for a response.

There was a long silence before she decided to reply, "I was with my mom. And a brunch of other people, friends. We were coming from this really big..doctor place."

"The CDC?" Y/N asked.

"Yeah, yeah that's it." Sophia exclaimed.

"Was that were y'all last were?"

"No." Sophia said sadly. "I think the doctor that was there..I think he was crazy. We wanted to leave but he locked us inside. I didn't really understand what was going on. There were a lot a big words used. But, I remember him saying something about the air going to set on fire."

Sophia watched as Y/N's face scrunched up in horror, "we all got out. Well, except our friend Jacqui. She didn't. I remember us running to the cars and we got down and the place exploded." The little girl said, sadness in her voice.

"We were on going somewhere else, but we got to this highway and cars blocked our way and a lot of the monsters came, we hid under the cars. I thought that they were all gone, but they weren't. I got up, and two of them chased me."

"That's how you got lost." Y/N said in understanding.

Sophia nodded, sadly as she looked at the ground.

"I'm sorry. And I'm sorry about your friend Jacqui, too." Y/N said sincerely.

"Me too." The little blonde whispered.

Y/N thought over everything that Sophia had just told her. She knew about the CDC. About how they were looking for a cure for all this shit. They. Yet there was just him? One doctor?

Maybe the others had died. But they should've been safe inside there, right? Y/N was pretty sure they were heavy on lock down. It was a facility after all.

That one doctor was still there and then he stayed even with knowing the place would blow. And so did that Jaqui lady. They knew what was going to happen. They knew their fate if they stayed.

There were times were Y/N just wanted to quit. To give up, even before all this. But, she could never actually see herself giving up. She was determined to stay alive, to beat this. Determined was practically Y/N's middle name.

"Do you know where the highway is, Sophia?" Y/N asked.

"No." She answered. "I just remember, mostly going straight towards it from the CDC. And that there were a lot of cars there."

Y/N frowned in thought. If this was the same highway that she was thinking of, then she knew were it was. Hell, she had gotten just about half of her supplies from there.

"I think I know where it is." Y/N said.

Sophia's head shot up immediately, "you do?" She asked.

"Yeah," Y/N said, surely. "I came across is it, a week or so ago. But, we're not that far from it." Y/N answered.

Sophia frowned in confusion.

"Yes, just about a week ago I was there. But I didn't exactly leave the area. It's only about less than a 2 day's walk." The archer explained. "Do you know how long were you out here before I found you, Sophia?"

The little girl looked up in wonder. "It got dark 2 times, so 2 days? I think." She said.

"Holy sh-crap." Y/N said, catching herself, Sophia smiled a bit.

"Sorry." Y/N chuckled, catching the girl's smile. "You've just been out here all by yourself for a long while."

"I stayed the first night in a small cabin in a closet."

Y/N frowned, "why didn't you stay there?"

"I heard a monster. I got scared and I ran."

Y/N nodded. That was understandable for someone her age and size.

"I'm gonna getcha back to your people, Kid. To your mom." Y/N said determinedly as she stood from her spot on the ground, she grabbed her bookbag from the ground, Sophia took this as sign of leaving so she reached the blanket she had wrapped around her out towards Y/N.

"We'll backtrack to where I found you. You think you can remember which way you came from there?" Y/N asked as she started to pack everything up.

"I think so." Sophia said in a tiny voice.

"Alright. It's no big, if you can't. I'm no pro, but I'm a pretty good tracker. If nothing messed up your path, we're good." Y/N stated.

"Okay." Said Sophia, as she reached for her doll and stood.

After packing everything up, and placing everything where it went on her, compound bow in hand, Y/N knelt down to Sophia's height.

"Listen, Little Blue. Those idiot living-nonliving things usually don't go to deep into the woods, but that doesn't mean they can't." Y/N explained carefully.

"If we come across them you gotta promise me you won't run. If you do, you might get lost again, and maybe I won't be able to find you. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. But you can't run. Okay?"

Sophia took in every word the woman had said to her. She understood. But she wasn't sure if she could not run. But she'd try.

"Okay. I understand." She said, with just as much determination in her voice as Y/N had just moments ago.

"Good. So, let's do this." The archer said, as she stood full height, reaching her hand out to Sophia, who accepted with no hesitation.

Together, the two set out on their journey.

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We Do Know Which Way’s Home (part 4)

Hey guys !! So here’s the fourth chapter of my fanfiction! Hope you’ll like it!

Prologue. Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. AO3 Spotify Playlist

Chapter 4. Guilt.

The moment she saw Corazana the next morning, Lydia knew something had happened. There were clear signs: the dark circles under her eyes, the way she looked everywhere but in Lydia's direction, her shaking hands and her exhausted face.

"Are you alright ?" asked the teenage girl in a worried voice. "Yes." "Hi fellas."

Corazana instantly froze when she heard his voice. BJ sat at the table and started playing with a spoon. Lydia analyzed the situation. It was hard to tell if her babysitter was ignoring the ghost or if something else was up.

And then, the detail she was waiting for: he put a hand on Cora's shoulder. "Did ya sleep well, baby ?"

Cora dropped her plastic cup of orange juice on the floor and stood up.

"Sorry, I'll clean. I gotta go, I'll be back for lunch"

Lydia watched her throwing napkins on the floor and a second later, she had left the house, slamming the front door on her way out. The whole house seemed too silent. The gothic realised why: Beetlejuice wasn't talking. At all.

"What the fuck have you done ?" "Nothing." "Don't lie to me BJ, I'm not blind! She was frightened when you touched her!" "I didn't do anything wrong!" "Oh, so you've done something indeed." He scowled, "Maybe."

Lydia started tapping her fingertips on the table. The noise annoyed the ghost, or stressed him out, hard to tell.

"She told me to do something scary, so I did. She got what she wanted." "What did you do to her? Snakes? Ripped-off your arms? Billions of spiders ?" she couldn't help but get a little excited enumerating the horrors both of them had already done in the past. He noticed it and answered, much more confident: "Nah, fire." "Dude, tell me you're kidding right now." "What? Why are you looking at me like that, babes? Ya know I did it as a joke, right? It's always jokes."

Lydia clearly remembered the day Corazana and her shared the most traumatic day of their lives to each other. Lydia's was her mom's death and Cora ...

"She almost died in a fire eleven years ago." "Ha! Good one, Lyds." "This is serious, dumbass!"

Barbara and Adam appeared at the top of the stairs. Judging by their expressions, they had been listening for a few minutes.

"You did what ?!" snorted Adam, "dear Lord, the poor girl." "Y'all are acting as if I killed her." "No of course not, you just brought back to her mind the time she almost died," sassed Barbara. "See! Enormous difference." "Beej."

Lydia's voice sounded like a growl, which was very unusual. Normally, her voice was more the angel kind.

"Babes," replied the demon in the same tone. "I want you to apologize." "What? No! Why would I do that? I've never apologized to anyone before!" "You did apologize to me last year," corrected Lydia. "Yes but ... It's you! You're my BFFFF's forever, remember ?" "Cora also is my best friend. And the only one alive that I have."

The truth was, Lydia wasn't very good at making friends at school. The only buddy she had was an alley cat she named Bastet (she was in a strong Egyptian gods period when she first met him).

"I ain't done nothing wrong. I won't apologize."

He started climbing the stairs but Adam and Barbara were on his way.

"You won't run away from this conversation, Beetlejuice" "Or what dad, I'll be grounded? Get outta my way loser, go back to losertown, the place you belong in. Oh actually, I don't give a damn, I can go wherever I want. On the roof for example, later losers," fumed BJ a second before he disappeared. "Wow, he said "losers" three times, he must be very upset," noticed Barbara.

The lovebirds joined Lydia so she wouldn't finish her breakfast alone. Barbara put a maternal hand on her back.

"Are you okay, sweetie ?" "I don't know. I wish they could stick together. You two are a part of my family, but they really are the only friends I have." "We perfectly understand, Lydia. Maybe you just have to let time do its thing."

She nodded and finished her cereals in silence. The ghost's presence warmed her heart. Yeah, things would go better. They couldn't be worse anyway.

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At noon, the babysitter came back. She prepared lunch but ate in her bedroom, to Lydia's displeasure. For Corazana, either decision she could make was absolute torture: with Lydia, the demon could arrive at any moment, and in her bedroom, she perfectly pictured the flames coming from the door. But having to choose between the illusions and their creator, she widely preferred the first option. Someone knocked at the door. Her heart started pounding in her chest.

"Who's there ?" "The Maitlands, sweetheart." "What the- ... Oh yeah, right, I remember now. Come in."

Even though Lydia had told her they were ghosts, seeing them standing right in front of her was a real shock. Corazana opened her mouth but nothing came out of it.

"Are you okay ?" asked Adam with a kind smile. "I'm talking to my dead neighbors so I'm pretty sure that I'm not."

Barbara giggled, replacing a hair strand behind her ear.

"Even for us, it was astounding when we realized..." "So ... You guys are alright? Are you nice ghosts? I can't picture you being the poltergeist kind ..."

Or the demonkind ... she thought with a chill.

"We've tried but ... No, we're definitely nice ghosts. Beetlejuice would even say we're boring ghosts," answered Adam. "Yeah, well, I don't really care about what this guy says anyway so ..." Barbara hesitated, "we've heard about what happened to you last night ... You know, Adam and I remember perfectly the first day we met your family. You were such a quiet teen, it was two years after the accident and ..." "My scars were a big complex. They still are but I can live with it. I know I wasn't very friendly compared to my parents."

She showed them her shoulder's skin. It was burnt to third-degree at least.

"But the worse was my dad's injury. When he saved me ... Of course, you didn't knew him back then, but he was a fantastic musician."

Her throat was so tight all of sudden. She held back her tears.

"I can't remember how it happened, he broke his hand when he saved me. Papá was such a good guitar player, just about to sign with a label, and he left this promising career because of me." "Don't you say that!" Barbara looked so worried, "honey, I'm sure if your dad had to break his hand only to save you again he'd do it without any hesitation." "Barbara's right."

She smiled at them, it was nice having the Maitlands around like before. Sometimes, she spent entire afternoons at their house to paint scale models with Adam, watching Barbara doing pottery. It was nice to have a place to go when she felt too guilty to stay around her dad.

"I missed you guys. You were good friends to my parents, to me ..." "We're still are, just ... Different."

Barbara's voice was so sweet, full of kindness. Cora's heart didn't feel so heavy anymore. The ghosts left, not without making her promise she'd tell them if Beetlejuice started harassing her again. But Corazana was very proud and sure of one thing: she would never tell anyone if something happened. Stretching her back, she turned to the window. Either she wasn't surprised or didn't have enough energy left to scream, but she didn't react to Beetlejuice's presence in front of her. He was floating outside, his hair being in that weird shade of blue again.

"The fire won't work twice," she said. "Wanna give it a try ?" "No."

They studied each other for a few seconds.

"You're still mad at me." "I'm not mad, I can't stand you," rectified the young woman. "Why?" "Because you're a bad person. You hurt me and I'm sure you also hurt Lydia in the past." "I give it to ya, you got me there."

She moved away from the window to let him come in. Which he did, with a very surprised face.

"You're weird," stated the demon. "So are you." "I frightened you to death last night, why are you letting me in ?" "Because you have the eyes of someone who wants to talk," she sat on her bed, cautiously. It was like facing a beast, impossible to predict anything he'd try to do. "I can give them back to that someone," he said and literally putting his eyeballs out of his head.

Cora hid her face in her hands.

"For Christ's sake, stop it!" "Sorry, classic me."

She lowered her hands, he was back to normal. Well normal, that's easy to say.

The demon started grinning, "Let's talk."

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jq37 · 6 years

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well. that was it.

**spoilers for prompocalypse part 2**

Y'all this is it. The end-end. The last recap, at least for Fantasy High.

I honestly could have gotten this up yesterday but I wanted to give myself a hot sec before it was really over.

But, no way out but through. Let’s get to it.

We start back up right where we left off with no break in between. Cast still freaking, Brennan still gaping.

“What the Fuck.” –Brennan 2019

Anyway, Kristen once again appears in corn heaven and she’s very not chill about it. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. On the plus side, she runs into Doreen in heaven who is young and hot again (which I’m sure Fig would appreciate knowing) and also apologizes for her traumatizing speech to Adaine during her death.

Helio playing beer pong. I wonder if that was always a facet of his personality or if Brennan just decided to yes-and all of Ally’s suggestions of him being a frat bro.

The angels being like, “Please be nice to God. He’s our dad,” was kinda adorable.

“Why are you dressed like a weird stripper?”/“It’s too hot in here. He’s the sun!”

So while the gang has been living out Breakfast Club + Stranger Things, Aguefort has been Weekend and Bernie’s-ing Heaven apparently. I want to say wild, but tbh that’s pretty on brand for him. The wild part is that he was able to knock out GOD. Like, how even?

Aguefort tells Kristen that Sol is one god of many and she says, “Cool, I always thought that,” as if this is new information but, living in a D&D world, shouldn’t she definitively know that already? Like, the gods in fantasy worlds are pretty blatant about letting their presence be known and there are clerics/paladins who aren’t Heleoic but still have powers.

OK I have a bone to pick with Ms. Kristen Applebees. You get a chance to talk to the primordial source of all divine power and magic and you (1) ask who you’re allowed to bone and (2) create a TERRIBLE god. Just truly TRASH. She created a reaction gif god. It’s not even a physical representation of the concept. Like, I thought she meant something like Yass from Wreck it Ralph 2 but no. Just a literal Yes! Like, you can trash talk Helio when you come up with something better, girl. Also, wild that you can just…walk into a room and do that. Like you have to knock out Sol first but still. Wild.

“You’ve created a new deity and already you’re fed up with it. I would say that’s par for the course.”

I low key thought Kristen was going to get the option to deify herself. I think because I had just rewatched The Gamers: Dorkness Rising and that figures in to the plot. But, thinking about it, she wouldn’t have gone for that I don’t think.

Aguefort flipping out at Kristen saying that friendship is the greatest magic of all, and rightfully so. That’s BS.

Since when does Kristen have dog tags?

Anyway, as we all suspected, the chronomancy line from episode 1 wasn’t a random line of dialogue, it was a chekhov’s gun.

I mentioned this in an earlier post. Brennan didn’t seem too concerned that the party was wiping and I think this is why. I think he had two paths for this fight to take. In one, Riz successfully rolled for police and like 6 helpful NPCs plus his mom show up. That’s enough to beat the dragon without dying and Aguefort shows up having Die Hard-ed his way out of heaven. In the other, Kristen dies, goes to heaven, and basically that same series of events happens. Chronomancy saves the day. I think he was shocked because the roll dovetailed so perfectly with the story beat.

“Is Arthur Aguefort black? Hell yes. My brotha.” Gonna be honest, I basically had that same reaction when they showed his character portrait in ep 1.

Kristen and Arthur jump back into the battle and Arthur gets possessed by Mr. Gibbons. I guess he’s just been hanging around as a ghost this whole time? Because this seems to lend credence to the theory that that’s who possessed Fig in the arcade but didn’t we see him go to the afterlife (which, I have a question about that too later). But I feel like that must have been Brennan’s way of sidelining him for the fight so they didn’t have like a level 20 wizard making it too easy.

“Oh, and Jawbone!” Murph loses it.

Jawbone stuck in Goldenhoard’s mouth like that meme of the dog smiling, stuck in a fence.

Gorthalax is like, “I don’t feel great sleeping next to this dude.” Fig meanwhile is all, “I wanna sleep between his legs.” She says this at least twice.

So everyone just have a freaking picnic and takes a nap in the middle of this fight. Can’t say I saw that coming exactly.

Fabian tries to stab Dayne, who is already dead, during the time stop.

“What the fuck do they teach you at this school?”

“Are you talking about the time thing or–”/“Yeah Gorgug! The time thing!.”

“We’re gonna kill this motherfucker, sweetie.”

I love Sklonda so much.

Jawbone is a salad guy.

OK so I know people were shipping Sklonda and Gilear and it was like, “But how would that work with the height difference?” so Brennan, the absolute madman, decides to pair her with the GIANT DEMON???

Adaine about Gilear: Cucked again.

Everyone treating the DRAGON like a JUNGLE GYM.

“It’s basically Jeb Bush’s Campaign.” Ally, with the fury of 1000 suns: EXCUSE ME?

“I bless, [Riz], your mom, and [Fabian.] Are you the only ones with vendettas?”

“I think we’re all pretty blessed.” Gorgug/Zac is so good.

Adaine, who has all the wisdom and intelligence points of the entire party at the moment: You need to stay safe because the reason that we died is that you died.

The shot that shows everyone on the giant dragon and then the foreground fuzzes out and shows Adaine a safe distance away in the background is hilarious.

Ice guitar pick. Sweet.

Yeah, Siobhan really shoulda got healing potions out of her jacket, not the freaking wand. Hilarious. The only thing helpful about that was it hinted he was vulnerable to frost damage which they could have guessed.

I wonder what Brennan had in his notes about the freaking city in Adaine’s jacket. It’s wild they weren’t more curious about that.

I low key loved Emily buffing Murph the whole fight.

“Hell yes Sklonda!”

Ragh: Giving a gay pride speech./Adaine, who doesn’t want to get knocked out again: STAB HIM IN THE DICK DUDE.

And, speaking of, OWWW.

Fig shapeshifting to Dayne. The hell Emily!

And another eye gouging.

Fabian is incapable of doing a single thing without doing some ridiculous parkour stunt first.

Kristen,not twenty minutes after Riz said it would be crazy to go inside the dragon: Can I climb inside the dragon’s mouth? (Adaine: KRISTEN!)

Gorgug saving Skonda and Riz going, “Thanks for saving my mom!” from across the room.

Brennan is narrating the epic final battle and what cool thing everyone is doing and Kristen is just being digested.

Riz was my second choice for the coup de grace until it turned out that Kal ate his dad and then he was my first choice. Riz!!!!

What a badass moment for him. The image of him casting a shadow on the wall is super dope.

Everyone flipping off Kal as he dies.

Riz and Sklonda are making dragon casserole bay-bee!

MURPH FAILS WITH BARDIC INSPIRATION AND BLESS AT A 12 DC.

Aguefort. What a chaos monster.

“I fucked that bird! It is my paramour!”

Hold up, hold up, hold up. Did Kristen’s freaking Yes god kick Sol out of his own freaking heaven? WHAT?

I love that what Adaine got out of this experience was, “Wait, so my powers are bullshit?”

“Everything in this world is bullshit, Ms. Abernant.” Preach.

“So is the sun just a yes now?”/“Maybe.”

Literally 6 cop NPCs. Like they all seem like they’re morons but I’m sure it would have helped!

“Fuck it dude, it’s worth asking.”

“Are you my dad?”/“I was about to ask you the very same thing.”/“What?”

“TAKE HIS EYE. CUT OUT HIS EYE. YOU WANT ME TO BITE IT OUT FOR YOU?”

Brennan really likes the word bud.

Freak the fuck out all the time and just fuck things up.

They got their ice cream later! And Adaine says thank you to Basrar, even though he’s not even there.

Adaine as the 7 freed maidens (way to go Sandra-Lynn) are re-killing Goldenhoard: Us and them are the only good students.

Gorgug’s nat20! What a WILD time for the dice to give that to him.

“You gotta ask. I ask everyone if they’re my dad.”

Gorgug’s dad (Gorbag) has just as low an intelligence score as his son. It’s hilarious but also sweet.

THE VULTURE

I thought that Digby and WIlma just found Gorgug in the woods? Maybe I’m not remembering right. I would guess that was their version of the stork story but they straight up told him what docking was so…

“Do any other federal agents want to step to Arthur Aguefort on the grounds of his school?”

The Aguefort way!

I wonder what Sam has to say about her former BFF selling her out like that and also getting murdered.

It seems like Gorgug was put on the guest list for hell by accident (his relieved reaction was adorable) but I thought that was orc heaven?

Interesting Gorthalax still has pull in hell when he’s a high school coach now.

BILL BILL BILL BILL BILL BILL

How did he watch the fight? Do they have pay per view in hell?

“I doubt Cathilda will end up here.”

Bill is just such a maniac. I love him so much. I wanna say I can’t believe that killing the devil dril tweet was serious but I can. It’s Bill.

Bill and Fabian having a casual convo in HELL.

Oh my God, Fabian’s mom stabbed Bill’s eye out and he proposed on the spot. No wonder Fabian is so into Aelwen. It’s in his DNA.

What a dope ship.

I can’t believe Emily tricked me into thinking that her end speech wasn’t in service to some nonsense. She held it together for so long but I should have known bc it’s EMILY.

“Young lady, I have no idea who that is and I’m telling you right now yes. I will make whoever that person is vice principal.”

Adaine: Uhhhh….we should find Zayn.

Aww, Zayn’s parents were also terrible elves.

Unwanted Wingwoman Kristen Applebees

lol at Adaine casting Ray of Sickness on everyone suggesting she date ghost Zayne. Great callbacks to the early eps all around.

Don’t @ me, but Adaine w/ a ghost boyfriend who also had terrible elf parents might be kinda sick.

“Tomorrow, we’re gonna start training you on how to actually swordfight.” Uhhh, I kinda love Fabian’s mom now?

She literally hasn’t been sober in 15 years. Icon.

“I didn’t know you spoke Tornado.”

Siobhan’s late season tendency to just flip things/people off is hilarious.

Wild that Adaine’s parents just legit DITCHED her that hard and she was like, f ‘em. Clean break.

“She’s helping me spread something.”

Gorgug has so many friends now!!!!!

Lol, Fabian’s whole journey has just been about becoming captain of the Owlbears.

Riz got his PI License.

Lou and Fabian immediately being so mad at the idea of his mom (Hallariel?) getting with Gilear. Emily/Fig having an equal but opposite reaction.

“Mama, I will kill this man.”/“I’ll kill you first, it’s not up to you.”

Sandra-Lynn gets with Jawbone. Did Brennan just roll to pair up everyone?

Also, the group is almost all related or quasi-related now. Gorthalax got with Sklonda which makes Fig and Riz sorta siblings. Gilear got with Hallariel making Fig and Fabian sorta siblings. Jawbone sorta adopted Adaine and he got with Sandra-Lynn, again making Adaine kinda siblings with Fig. Plus Fig claimed Gorgug as a sibling a lot of eps ago and if Kristen sticks with Tracker then she’ll marry into this mess. Crazy!

Fabian totally dipping on the sequel hook because he’s gonna be busy trying to break Aelwen out of jail.

I’ve been keeping up with the fanart but there was some in here I hadn’t seen and it was super dope!

I’m so glad we had the after epilogue-epilogue. It was a very nice send-off.

Adaine using her oracle authority to get Zayn back into school! She’s so good.

Lol and she helped Basrar so he can grant other wishes. I love that this is the NPC that she decided she was going all in for.

Riz and Adaine join AV club! Idk why I love that detail.

Riz cutting off Adaine’s very good question about her jacket w/ his PI talk.

“They’re our rivals.”/“Into it.”

“Is ‘The Ball’ not your real name?” I love Fabian so much.

Zac doing Gorgug’s excited crack-y teenage voice when he’s just concentrating on that and not playing the game is so adorable. He’s just so sweet and enthusiastic and a good kid.

“Guess that tin flower worked, huh?” I cry.

I love that Gorgug’s happy ending is basically just that he has friends now. And that’s literally all he wanted starting out.

“FIG! GO TO BARD CLASS!”

Aww, Ragh and Gorgug are friends now.

I knew it! I at some point pitched the idea of Ragh ending up with one of the AV guys so he would be w/ someone who had enough intelligence to keep him from dying and I’m 90% sure it’s somewhere on my blog but I can’t be bothered to find it right now. But anyway, he’s in the lgbt club w/ Ragh and Kristen so it’s def a possibility!

“My bitch sister? Don’t you fucking dare.” (lol, if that happens then the group will be even more related)

Fabian considering recruiting the Cubbys for his rescue attempt of Aelwen.

“Gilear!” I love that Fig loves Gilear now but still calls him by his first name.

And that was Fantasy High!

I have at least two more posts in the hopper: And epilogue retrospective type deal and also the official JQ37 ranking of all the adults in Fantasy High.

Thanks for sticking with me this far you guys. I can’t draw to save my life and I don’t really do fic so this is the one little way I can contribute to this thing I love so much.

It’s been real and I’ll see you all soon for an epilogue because, no surprise, I have more things to say.

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