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owliellder · 9 months

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My Superstar

post RE4! Leon Kennedy x afab Musician! Reader

MDNI 18+

Description: Leon was a fan of you. It was a well kept secret, how much he enjoyed your music and watching you perform. A little bit of lying can get a man a long way.

Warnings: Not proofread, Porn w/ lots of plot, Unprotected p in v (stay safe), some minimal stalkerish behavior, vague mention of a PTSD-induced panic (it's very short), awkwardness

Tags: Strangers to lovers, post RE4! Leon, Dom! Leon, Sub! Reader, this can be considered slow burn (?), multiple instances of masturbation cause Leon is touch starved, praise kink, handjob, oral (m! and f! receiving), fingering, nipple play, inappropriate use of mama, grinding, cowgirl position, Leon manhandling the reader a bit, this man cannot keep his hands off of you!!

Word Count: 11k

Cross posted onto Ao3

Note: Spent days working on this. DAYS!! It's crazy that I can sit here at work all night, multiple nights in a row, and write smut.

Anyways, thank you for reading

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Leon Kennedy was one of the government's best agents; fighting horrors beyond the general public's comprehension like it was nothing at this point. He was only 28, yet he was rugged, stoic, and damn near emotionless. Every agent he's ever interacted with knew next to nothing about him. Outside of work, this man was an absolute enigma.

He stayed in a comfortable one bedroom, one bathroom apartment that was provided by the government. It was practically barren due to his line of work. What was the point of having anything if you're never there to enjoy it?

On the rare occasion Leon had more than a few weeks of quiet, he strictly kept to himself; declining invitations to go out and drink with his fellow agents, ordering in whenever he decided he was hungry, and even flat out ignoring anyone who approached him when he was performing his more domestic duties, like grocery shopping.

The blond had manners, sure, but he didn't want to entertain anyone's idea of him, especially the women. He was approached in that way often due to his muscular appearance and mysterious atmosphere. It was a bit of a pain for him to deal with. He just wanted to be left alone during his highly valued time away from agent work.

Leon looks and acts like the type of guy to just be a stick in the mud. He rarely ever indulged the other agents in his personal affects.

One evening while stuck doing paperwork from his last mission, the blond was dragged into a nearby conversation when one of the agents asked about his music taste. More specifically, if he preferred one music artist over another. All he did was shrug and said he didn't know the names, which stunned everyone involved in the conversation. When asked about not knowing two very popular artists, he even went so far as to say: "I don't listen to music."

Little did everyone know that Leon Kennedy was a filthy, dirty liar.

He listened to music, oh he did. This seasoned agent, who fought actual hellspawn, was a fan of you.

Actually, fan would be an understatement. He was a super fan.

Leon discovered your music a year ago while in a drunken stupor after he'd come back from Spain. He was in an incredibly tough spot mentally, physically too, and he just needed something to help with the constant feeling of dread clouding his thoughts. Amidst his drinking spree, he caught a glimpse of you when scrolling through TV channels.

The agent paused for a long moment before switching the channel back, his body lagging behind his brain. He was very wary at first, seeing as he really wasn't a music guy, but something about your voice drew him in further. Of course Leon blamed it on the massive amount of alcohol he'd drank, dismissing the tickling in his stomach with a shake of his head as he switched to a different channel.

From there, it spiraled.

Everywhere he went, he heard bits and pieces of you; the grocery store, in a car passing by that had its windows rolled down, even from the other agents occasionally when he got stuck doing paperwork late into the night. You were slowly taking over his thoughts, and though he seemed calm and collected on the outside, it was driving him insane.

Leon didn't understand why you were able to mess with him like this. It was so unfair. He'd managed to keep his personal life the way he wanted it, the one thing he had control over, and now he owned all of your CD's and even a t-shirt for god's sake...

He indulged himself in everything that was you; the way you smiled in the few music videos you had, the nervous habits you had when he was able to watch your interviews, old and new, and even the way you dressed. It had him almost browsing similar clothes at the store, his gaze lingering for just a moment too long as he wondered if you'd like something like that.

The whole thing made Leon feel gross, perverted even, especially when you crept into his thoughts late at night. Turning down other women's advances meant he never really got any action, never really feeling the need to touch himself either, so he found himself a little more pent up than he originally thought he'd be. The smallest of thoughts about you had him straining against his pants at work.

Yes, embarrassingly, he'd masturbated to the thought of you. Multiple times at this point. He felt terrible, but what you didn't know couldn't hurt you, right? He could live with the shame.

The agent made sure not a soul knew about his growing obsession for you and your sound, that much he could control.

Despite feeling incredibly emasculated, you did well by him. He didn't drink as much as he used to and he spent just a little more time each day off making his apartment cozier, though that's not the craziest part. That title belongs to the fact that whenever you were brought up at work, he rather subtly joined in on conversations willingly. He acted uninterested, didn't even add to the conversation really, but it was an opportunity for him to learn about you that he wasn't going to pass up.

From that, Leon learned that you were doing a concert in this city next month! That seemingly insignificant bit of information that was casually mentioned by one of the other agents nearly knocked the fucking wind out of him.

"Yeah, they're going to be in town for a week or something." One agent spoke up, shrugging before he tilted his disposable coffee cup towards their slips to take a small sip. Leon managed to collect himself internally to reply, clearing his throat quietly beforehand. "This isn't a big city. What're they doing here?"

In an attempt to seem casual, he rested his left arm rested on the back of a chair as he held his own cup of coffee in his right hand, taking a sip from it.

"Dunno." The agent responded simply, shrugging a bit. The topic quickly shifted after that, leaving Leon to mull over the simple tidbit he'd learned.

The next few weeks were grueling for the blond, feeling as if time was purposefully slowing down on him. His anticipation was growing by the minute.

He had managed to finagle himself a backstage pass along with a VIP ticket the second he made it home to his personal computer after that conversation with his coworkers, thank you special government access. The printed ticket and pass taunted him from where it sat propped up against the bottom of the computer monitor.

Leon kept the ticket and pass somewhere he would remember them, somewhere they couldn't get lost when he had to rush to work in a haste, which was a common occurrence for the agent.

The last week of the month was when you were going to be in town for your concert. Thursday, to be specific. It was relatively easy for Leon to play off his absence at work, having called out sick for the entire week so no one would suspect anything. Honestly, everyone was more concerned since he never got sick and even on the rare occasion he was, he never called out.

It made Leon feel just slightly guilty when a few of his fellow agents decided to send him get well cards... he'll worry about that later.

Every day until Thursday decided to roll around, Leon was practically vibrating in his apartment. He was so worried he would somehow miss the concert, so he decided to occupy himself by scrubbing the damn place top-to-bottom. It helped him release that ever-building tension he was accruing as he oh so patiently waited.

Wednesday night, he couldn't sleep, the anticipation of this one single event made it hard for him to sleep ever since he learned about it. But with the promise of seeing you tomorrow, he was actually trembling in his bed.

The man had tried his best to control his urges regarding you, but tonight was really getting to him. Just to relax, he thought, it can't hurt. A common thought in his mind.

Leon lost track of time and spent over 2 hours edging himself, the adrenaline from knowing he'd get to see you in person, be in the same building as you, had him biting down on his knuckles as he roughly fisted his cock. He at least still had the dignity to keep himself quiet, mostly not wanting his neighbors to hear how needy he was. He also didn't want your name to accidentally slip out of his mouth.

God, the things you did to him. All he had to do was simply imagine you were the one stroking his cock and he was gone, pathetically whimpering into his hand. You didn't even know he existed, but hopefully you would after that concert. He wished he could show you how much he appreciated you one day soon.

After the agent came with your name on the tip of his tongue, he decided to give up on sleep. He was wide awake, now needing a shower after making a sizable mess all on his hand, exposed abs, and the blankets that had bunched up near his groin.

Only 10 minutes later, he came again, this time in the shower.

Leon checked himself over numerous times during the hours leading up to your concert; dressing in a shirt a size too small to show off his muscles, spritzing himself with just the right amount of a cologne that he totally didn't buy because you said you liked those certain perfume and cologne notes once before, even going so far as to make sure not a single strand of hair on his head was out of place.

The anxiety got to him and, of course, he left almost 5 hours early to stand in line at the stadium you'd be performing at. He found himself felt awkward standing by himself in line, almost second guessing his decision to even be here. Almost.

Once the employees at the stadium started checking tickets and leading people inside, the blond began to tremble with anticipation. This once stoic, cold man was now reduced to nothing more than a nervous fangirl, his lips pulled tight as his ticket and pass were checked and he was lead through a set of double doors. Despite all his years living and working in this area, Leon had never been inside this place. Hell, he didn't even know there was a stadium here.

The VIP ticket granted him one of the best spots in his opinion. He wasn't right up against the stage, but he was close enough to where he'd be in the crowd that got to interact with you personally.

Once again, Leon was feeling awkward as he sat stiffly next to people he didn't know. Hopefully he can grow a pair quick so he doesn't make an absolute fool of himself in front of you.

The crowd waited for a good 30 minutes or so, probably to give everyone enough time to settle, before the lights dimmed, causing everyone to cheer loudly. The man tapped his fingers against his muscular thigh anxiously, attempting to get his breathing under control.

He did not like being crowded like this, but he had to put up with it for just a couple hours in order to see your entire concert. He could handle that...

No he couldn't.

Only a few minutes after you entered the stage, everything got to him fast. The screaming, the lack of any form of personal space, and his climbing body temperature caused him to flee as casually as physically possible. Leon never considered that he wouldn't be able to handle such a loud and crowded environment.

He pushed his way forward, flashing his backstage pass to one of the security guards standing in front of the temporary fencing put up. They moved the fence slightly to let him through, to which he speed-walked his way towards the bathrooms, following the signs that led the way.

Thankfully the bathroom was empty since the concert had just started. The man chose to go into the family bathroom since it the door had a lock and he didn't want anyone walking in on him while he calmed himself.

For fucks sake, he can do this! He knows he can, he has to. He bought the damn ticket and pass, he needed to see you.

After giving himself awhile to calm down, Leon eventually walked out of the bathroom, ready to go back in and claim his seat once more. The sound of music echoed through the large hallway that surrounded the area you were performing, causing his nerves to spike again for just a brief moment.

He took a deep breath and walked over to another security guard that stood by the set of doors he walked out of previously, using his pass once more to get back in since it led through the fenced off area.

The second the blond walked through, he froze, his eyes landing on you up on the stage. Your voice was so clear now, the way you moved and sang with a smile causing the corners of his lips to peak up slightly.

He just couldn't keep his eyes off of you, making his walk back to his seat incredibly drawn out. Seeing you at every angle possible at the moment was making his heart flutter, and shamefully, his dick twitch. He was grateful anything below his torso was obstructed by everyone jumping and dancing around him.

The lyrics to your songs resonated with Leon like nothing before, your proximity making it feel like you were singing directly to him. For him.

The concert lasted a little longer than either you or Leon had anticipated due to a random technical issue with the mic you were wearing.

It was funny to you, the slight and very short lasting hiccup caused you to joke with one of your bandmates, your hushed voice and laugh being picked up by their mic. God, Leon could listen to your laugh for hours.

Regardless of any mistake, your concert was nothing less than perfect to the man. To him, you could do no wrong, that much was clear by the way he zeroed in on you and you alone for the entire duration of the performance.

After thanking the audience with a grin and a wave, you exited the stage with your bandmates and retreated backstage to shed that post-concert adrenaline. All those eyes watching you? Yeah, that'll always be nerve-wracking, no matter how many times you do it.

You settled next to your drummer on a particularly uncomfortable couch, your guitar sitting propped up on a stand not too far away. The downtime after a concert was always very appreciated, considering you lacked any sort of energy after the adrenaline finally wore off. Your voice had grown hoarse, throat now sore, and ears ringing from the volume of the music earlier.

You wanted to have a chance to collect yourself properly before you met up with anyone that had a backstage pass, which was normally reserved for people actually working the event. You liked to keep it easy for you and everyone involved, which meant you only ever green-lit a very small number of them to be sold to the general public.

As much as you loved your fans, you wanted to keep your after-concert relaxing at a maximum. This kind of life was stressful, as fun as it was. You didn't want to come at your fans' throats because you were too exhausted to answer questions. The last thing you wanted was to get mad at people who were just excited to meet you.

Luckily for you, it doesn't seem very many people were able to acquire a backstage pass. Most were left to event workers, it seemed. A few stragglers had made it backstage with the help of security to get a picture and have you and your bandmates sign a poster or a shirt.

One final man wandered backstage an hour after the concert had ended, one you didn't notice as your exhaustion was really presenting at this point. Your bassist was the first to notice Leon, righting themselves from their spot leaning against the wall to greet him with a handshake.

The drummer and keyboardist followed suit, slowly leading the agent over to where you now sat on the floor, back against the couch since it had grown too uncomfortable for you.

You were nudged by your bassist, causing you to grumble and open your eyes to look up at whoever decided to rouse you. Catching sight of Leon prompted you to quickly stumble upwards onto your feet.

Smiling awkwardly, you reached your hand out to shake his hand, which he gladly accepted with a tender smile of his own.

"Leon." he stated simply, his eyes lidded as he looked into yours. "Very happy to finally meet you and your band."

This man was fucking gorgeous and he had the voice of a pornstar. Maybe he was a pornstar? Who knows, you weren't one to judge, especially not someone who's looking at you like that.

You introduced yourself, rather breathlessly as you'd stood yourself up too fast. "I'm sorry, we're all a little gross from the show.." you laughed out nervously, pulling your hand back from him to wipe against your shirt after realizing how sticky from sweat you were.

Leon laughed a low laugh with you, his eyes quickly raking over your figure before making their way back up to yours. "It's no problem, I'd be a little confused if you weren't gross after that performance. It was amazing, by the way."

He followed you and your bandmates over to a circular table sitting near the corner of the room, accepting a seat after everyone sat down and gestured for him to do the same. The blond really wanted to talk to you alone, but getting to talk to you at all was a feat in his books right now, and getting to sit across from you was more than enough.

"Thank you, Leon. We're very happy you enjoyed the show." Your drummer spoke, giving Leon a quick smile. Everyone else agreed, including you with a quiet, tired chuckle.

Leon was surprisingly good at hiding his hard on, but your hoarse voice and tired, disheveled look had his thoughts leading a less than innocent path. It was hard for him to focus on anyone else.

The agent asked general, boring questions that the band was asked almost every time they encountered a fan, though he was a lot more casual about it.

He kept giving you these looks that you couldn't quite describe. It almost seemed like he was eyeballing you for a reason. You were used to getting a bit more attention since you were the main face of the band, but wow he was really giving you some questionable looks. Not that you minded, of course. Hell, you started giving him your own coy glances here and there.

After about 10 minutes of general chatter, Leon began to single you out in questions; asking about your guitar, how you come up with your lyrics, and how you learned to sing, all the while staring at you with those half-lidded eyes of his.

You answered as best as you could, taking note of a smirk tugging at his lips. He'd noticed you blushing, his low tone and staring effecting you in your tired state.

You couldn't quite place it, and as cliche as it was, he seemed different to you. Leon wasn't like most of the other fans you'd met over the years, he seemed so nonchalant about everything.

This type of behavior was obvious when it came from younger fans. You and your band mates have dealt with a fair share of teenage crushes, but having a grown man display the same kind of mannerisms was strange. Not in a bad way, though.

In your defense, it was a bit refreshing to know you were desirable in that sense. You'd grown so busy with music that you just haven't worked to put yourself out there. Plus, there's always that inkling that anyone who would try their hand at you was just out for the money and fame, not to mention that handling a relationship with the spotlight always watching is really difficult. It can wear on it.

As everyone stood up from the table, your bandmates shook Leon's hand and said their thank you's again before beginning to make their way to a door where a couple security guards stood ready to lead them out to the tour bus. You waved them on before walking over to grab your guitar from the stand it was on.

"You're not gonna go with them?" Leon asked quietly, watching you from where he stood next to the table. He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb as your bandmates walked out, his eyebrows furrowed slightly with confusion.

"Oh, I just have to put this away before I follow them out..." You yawned, grabbing the guitar case that wasn't too far away from you before sitting yourself on the floor, opening the case up. You began to examine the guitar for any damage that went unnoticed during the concert.

Leon nodded and moseyed over to you, standing a couple feet away before leaning over just a bit to watch you as you looked over your guitar, giving a small smile once more.

"You know," he started, voice almost a rumble as he spoke. His eyebrows raised as he turned his focus down a little further to look at you. "...you really were the star of the show."

You placed the guitar in it's case before looking up at him, having tilting your head upwards since he was currently towering over you. You smiled, huffing out a laugh through your nose. "Please, I wouldn't sound very good if it wasn't for my band.."

Leon clicked his tongue, bending over a little more to get closer to you. He was looking at you with those same half-lidded eyes from before, his voice lowering to a hushed tone. "I'm being serious. All I could focus on was you. And that voice of yours? Wow.."

He was now giving you a bit more of a serious look, though he still had the faintest smile. Your face relaxed with his words, smile widening ever so slightly. He spent the time to gauge your reaction before continuing to speak, moving next to you before crouching down.

"I know I'm just a fan, but I'd really like to see you again sometime." Leon turned his head away from you to look down at the floor, fiddling with his fingers nervously after resting his arms on his knees.

Now it was his turn to blush, his sudden proximity to you bringing out a more bashful side to him. He hadn't felt this way in years, so he wasn't quite sure how to act.

You followed him with your head as he crouched next to you, never moving your gaze away from him. Normally you'd never let a fan get this close to you for so long, but Leon didn't give off any sort of threatening energy. If anything, he just seemed like a nervous kid asking his crush to hold his hand during school. It was endearing having such a well-built, handsome man acting this way for you.

You averted your gaze for just a moment to zip up the guitar case before quickly looking back at the blond sitting next to you. "Do you have a pen?"

His eyes shot up from his lap to meet yours, his eyebrows raised up again. "What?" he asked, his voice a little too loud before he caught himself with a wipe of his palm across his lips. "Sorry- what did you say?" He must've been zoned out after admitting to wanting to see you again.

"Do you have a pen? Or a sharpie?" You repeated yourself with a gentle tone, eyes crinkling with your smile as he looked over at you. "Oh! Oh, yeah.. yeah yeah, I do.." He muttered, quickly standing up so he could dig through his pockets with both his hands. After a few seconds he pulled out a pen, clicking it a couple times before holding out the pen to you.

You nodded with a giggle, gently taking the pen from him. You grabbed his hand and flipped it so his palm was facing up, drawing a couple quick circles on your own arm to make sure the pen worked before carefully scribbling your number out onto his open palm.

Leon focused all his brain power on keeping his hand as still as possible for you, watching you intently as you wrote on his hand. He never thought it would've been this easy, imagining he'd have to follow you to at least a few other cities before even getting a chance at this.

Once you finished writing, you placed the pen back into the same hand. You held his hand with both of yours, closing his fingers for him before patting them. Every single nerve ending in his hand was tingling with your touch, his eyes wide as he turned his gaze from his hand and back up to your face where his eyes met yours.

"I have to go, but don't be afraid to call, okay?" You slowly slid your hands off of his and stood up, grabbing the handle on the guitar case. "I'm easily reachable."

Leon pulled his hand close to his chest, opening his fingers to sneak a glance at your number. He balled his hand right back up before shoving it into his pocket, like he'd somehow lose it if he didn't keep a tight hold on it. He started to speak, voice cracking a bit which caused him to clear his throat before attempting to speak again. "Yeah, okay.. yeah.."

The agent was reduced to nothing more than his nerves, taking a shaky breath as he gave you a crooked smile. You nodded in acknowledgement, blush dusting your cheeks again as you stood awkwardly next to him.

You pointed towards the door before starting to shuffle away from him, muttering out a quiet "It was nice to meet you, Leon.."

You take quiet note on how nice his cologne smelled as you walked in front of him to the door.

"It was nice to meet you too, sweetheart." Leon responded, his shyness immediately falling away as he watched you leave, allowing a security guard to lead him to the main arena so he could walk out to the main parking lot where his car was.

He slid into his car and sat for a moment before leaning his head against the steering wheel, arms above his head as he laughed. It almost felt fake, but when he angled his head to look at the number written on his hand again, he knew it wasn't.

The man almost crashed 3 times on the short drive home, getting honked at numerous times as he sat unfocused at traffic lights when they turned green. He even sat at a stop sign waiting for it to turn green for a whole minute until he realized that it was not going to be turning green.

At least he made it back to his apartment building alive, that's all that mattered to him right now. He wanted to enjoy this moment of euphoria before his own exhaustion caught up to him, calmly walking into his apartment in case any of his neighbors saw him. Once his front door was closed and locked, he scrambled into his office to write down your number onto a piece of paper. He wanted to make sure the numbers were at least legible, seeing as his hands were trembling.

Afterwards, he moved to his bedroom to sit on the edge of his bed, having taken off his jacket and shirt, leaving them both abandoned on the floor somewhere in his room. The entire night was finally setting in for him, his breathing turning ragged as he leaned forward to place his elbows on his knees.

The blond shared the same analogy you had, feeling like an awkward teen all over again with how he could barely calm himself from such a simple interaction.

Leon kept himself on the edge of his bed, sitting up only slightly to pull his cock out from his boxers and unzipped pants, rock solid and incredibly sensitive. You'd been so close to him, and god the way you looked and sounded after giving the concert your all made it so easy for Leon to paint a picture of what you'd look like after he got his hands on you.

He's been hard for hours at this point, not even caring to undress fully before jerking himself off with the same hand that you'd written your number on. He was so thankful his precum didn't stain through to his pants during that whole ordeal, he wouldn't have known what to do if you knew about his problem.

The pen smudged as he wet his hand with his precum, the liquid smearing the ink all along his hand and dick. He didn't care, it'll wash off, he just needed to take care of himself right now. He wanted you, and now he knew you wanted him too, to some extent.

Leon closed his eyes, moving his left hand down to fondle his balls as he stroked himself faster, doing his best to imagine it was you playing with him like this. Whimpering with every breath, he started to wonder how you'd handle him: Your hands were a lot smaller than his, would you have to use two hands to stroke him properly? Would you touch his balls like this? Bet you'd be so willing to suck his cock, fuck, you probably taste so good too. Eating you out would be so fun, hearing you moan out his name with that pretty voice of yours-

It only took about a minute for him to cum onto the floor, eyebrows furrowed and panting heavily as he gripped the base of his cock tightly, feeling it throb with each string of cum that pumped out.

Wonder if you're on birth control..

Leon had to return to work the next week, feigning the flu in its final stages to keep up with his little white lie. No one questioned him, only offering smiles and the occasional "glad you're feeling better".

He didn't really do his work to the best of his ability, his main focus being when would be the right time to call you.

Embarrassingly, the agent went out and bought a flip phone since he didn't have his own phone. He hadn't needed his own phone before, using only his work phone when anything work related came up.

He didn't want to risk putting your number into your work phone and he figured having your number was a good time to invest in a personal phone.

Now, Leon had to gamble with the idea of calling you. Obviously he'll wait until he's home, but it's hard to think of anything else when you're only a button away.

His aloofness was normal to his coworkers, even more explainable considering he was "sick" last week. He was incredibly thankful no one bothered him with extra work tonight.

After work, he was sat on his couch, staring down at his new phone while the TV was on, flashing only colors in his periphery since he'd muted it. It was only 5pm, he was contemplating calling you. He wanted to hear your voice again, but he didn't know if it was too late in the evening or not.

You said you were easily reachable, so it's all or nothing, he guessed.

He pushed through his nerves, pressing the call button before slamming the phone against his ear with a slight wince. Every ring caused him to tense up.

On the final ring you finally picked up, breathing out a quick "Hello?" into the phone. Leon sat there frozen, sucking in a harsh breath before letting out a cough.

"Hey-.. Uh, hey. It's uh, it's Leon.."

There was a bit of a pause on the other end before you responded, voice cheerful despite sounding out of breath.

"Oh hey! I was wondering when I'd hear from you! How are you?"

"Uh.. I've been alright... how about you?"

Leon patted his thigh with his left hand, mentally chastising himself for his voice cracking again.

"I'm doing good, uh, I'm fighting a spider, so.."

You breathed into the phone with a laugh, causing Leon to smile and relax a bit as you kept the conversation alive.

"Oh yeah, spiders are kind of evil. Need me to ward it off?"

"I mean, I would take you up on that offer, but I'm already about 100 miles away from your city at this point."

Leon cursed internally, turning his head away from the phone to sigh where you could hear it.

"I appreciate it, though. This thing is nasty."

Your voice pulled him back to the phone, bringing a smile back to his face.

"You should get uh... that drummer of yours to help you. Two against one."

"Everyone is out at dinner. I'm all alone in this, Leon."

Your dramatic tone made him chuckle, leaning his head back against the couch.

"Okay, well, I'm with you in spirit."

The laugh you emitted only egged Leon on further.

"How long are you gonna be in the next city? If uh.. if you don't mind me asking."

"For a few days. It's our last city on the tour we're doing, then we go back to LA."

The agent nodded silently with a hum, his confidence slowly coming back to him. He needed to put his intentions out there.

"Would you mind if I drove out and took you to dinner tomorrow?"

He's now sweating bullets. There was another brief pause before you responded, the silence causing him to tense up once more.

"...I normally wouldn't accept something like that... but, you know what, I'll take you up on that."

Leon let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, now leaning forward with a relieved look. You could hear the relief in his voice too.

"Uh- awesome! Okay, I'll find somewhere nice to take you."

You two said your goodbye's and hung up after you told the agent which city and hotel you were staying at.

He took it upon himself to go into his office and search up the location on his computer, easily memorizing the path to where you were since it mostly just involved following a freeway the majority of the way.

It took awhile for Leon to calm down after that call, now busy anticipating his journey tomorrow to see you. It'll be easy to call out of work again, saying the sickness flared back up or something along those lines. Anything to see your pretty face again.

He spent the night with himself, finding himself unable to fall asleep once more, just like the night before your concert. The man had never been or felt this desperate before, chasing some person he barely knew over a silly crush. Okay, it was more than a crush if he had to be honest with himself.

Planning on leaving early, he was more than frustrated when he finally fell asleep close to 4am. He wanted to scope out good restaurants and nice places to park, if it came down to that. The hopeful bastard.

Groggy, Leon got himself up only 2 hours after he'd fallen asleep, drinking the coffee he'd made himself on the stove days ago. It tasted stale, but it would have to do.

He definitely sounded the part when calling out sick again, which was accepted without question.

Wanting to make sure he looked his best even after a long car ride, he showered and shaved his stubble right before leaving, making sure to bring his cologne, hairbrush, and gum.

The drive was boring, traffic irritated Leon, but he eventually made it to the city you were in at around 3pm. He called you again, thankful you answered, and asked if 6pm was a good time, to which you happily accepted.

The three extra hours provided the blond with the much needed time to explore restaurant options and generally nice places to walk around. You probably weren't in this city often, if at all, so wandering like tourists seemed fit.

He eventually settled on a nice sushi restaurant since he hadn't had sushi in awhile. They had plenty of non-sushi options on the off chance you didn't like sushi. Or, you could pick the restaurant, he didn't mind, as long as he got to spend time with you.

Leon was nervous. He had to wipe his hands off a good few times since they'd grown clammy while gripping the steering wheel. He was parked outside the hotel you were staying at, having called you just a couple minutes before to let you know he was outside.

While waiting, the agent decided to get out and lean against the passenger door of his car. He wanted to be a gentleman and open the door for you, though he wasn't really sure people still held the door for others anymore.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw you walk out past the main sliding doors of the hotel, immediately straightening his posture while giving you an awkward smile. You looked absolutely amazing.

"Hey," Leon breathed out, frozen for a moment before suddenly remembering to open the passenger door for you. He just couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

"Hey." You replied back, almost just as winded as he was. "Sorry, I didn't expect the elevator to be so busy. It took a couple rotations before I could even get down here."

You smiled at Leon as a silent thanks, sitting yourself down in his car before he carefully closed the door once you'd settled. After getting into the car himself, he gave you a quick glance and a smile of his own before driving to the restaurant.

Although the conversation between you and Leon was airing on the side of awkward, the two of you slowly loosened up as the night went on. Your apprehension regarding going out with a fan quickly left once you realized how charming the man actually was.

The power dynamic was one of your main worries. You didn't want to feel like you were taking advantage of a man so eager to please, but Leon actually had the same worry, considering his work as a government agent gave him a lot of special privileges that aren't normally handed out to the common person.

Luckily for him, you didn't pry about his work. You gladly accepted his vague description about working for the government and that was that.

You also didn't pry about his interest in you as a musician when the topic came up. That was a given.

After dinner, the two of you wandered around the downtown part of the city for awhile, sightseeing while chatting about anything and everything. You felt oddly safe around Leon, something about him just screamed stability.

Leon felt the same way about you, but the way he described you was fluffy. You made him feel fluffy and warm. And the promise of domesticity and love only made him want you more.

You were so easy to talk to. He rarely ever indulged anyone about his personal life, but he found himself talking about anything he could remember about his childhood on a whim with you.

You were stopped a few times by fans that recognized you. The majority of them had driven up to the city to see your concert.

He knew it was going to happen, but Leon really didn't like how they so carelessly wandered up to you. Did you not look busy to them? Pretty disrespectful, if you asked him.

Leon made sure to make his presence known by placing a gentle hand on your shoulder which pulled you from the brief conversation you'd been so rudely dragged into. If he actually got an opportunity to be with you, the attention you receive will definitely take some getting used to.

A reserved, near isolated man with a popular musician? What a combo that would be.

Eventually, you and Leon ended up back at the hotel you were staying at. The blond didn't want to leave, and it was clear you didn't want him to leave either, but he had work the next day and you were going to be extremely busy the rest of the week. So, as one does, you invited him into your hotel room anyways.

To hell with work, calling out again wouldn't hurt. He was good at feigning illness.

He followed you inside like a puppy, his chest practically pressed against your back the entire way up to your room. You didn't share a room with your bandmates, Leon thanks god for that, so he was able to settle a lot quicker once you led him into the room. You both took your shoes off, leaving them near the door.

As expected, the agent was awkward at first. The two of you just sat on the edge of the bed next to each other and talked for awhile longer.

"I'll admit, it's been a really long time since I've done anything. With anyone." Leon admitted quietly, his hands clasped together in his lap since he didn't quite know what to do with them in the moment.

You laughed nervously in response, almost mimicking his position. "Yeah, it's been a long time for me too. I'm very out of practice.."

He turned his head to look at you with a weak smile tugging at the corner of his lips, eyebrows furrowed upwards. "We don't have to do anything. We can just... hang out for awhile if you want to?"

You contemplated for a moment before responding to him again. "I mean, I'm totally fine with either or..?"

Leon really wanted to fuck you. He's been imagining this moment ever since he first discovered your music. He wished he wasn't so anxious, but he needs to power through that. He needs you.

"Can-" the man cleared his throat before taking in a small breath, voice hushed. "Can I kiss you?"

The second he heard you whisper out a weak "yeah", he quickly angled himself so his body was facing yours, tilting his head to the right as he leaned in and pressed his lips gently against yours.

It only took you a brief moment to bring your arms up to wrap around his neck, his hands moving to grip your waist, rubbing circles against it through your shirt as the kiss deepened.

He loved how vocal you were. You sang beautifully, sure, but he never would've guessed you'd be so sensitive to touch. The little whimpers you made just from being kissed and caressed were already driving him crazy.

Leon moved down to kiss your neck, nipping and sucking hickeys wherever he could. He tucked his fingers underneath your shirt, bunching it up partially before moving away from your neck to pull your shirt off.

He took some time to ogle at your figure, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he shifted himself on top of you, gently pushing you back against the bed to continue his assault on your neck.

Your breathy moans only continued to egg him on. Everything he's ever felt regarding you quickly came bubbling back up, leading him to leave a trail of hickeys down your neck, all along your collarbone, and on the tops of your breasts.

Leon had moved his right hand to grip the point of your hip, the left groping one of your boobs through your bra while keeping himself propped up with his knees on either side of your legs as he sat hunched over you.

The man couldn't keep his hands off of you, his hands dragging up and down your body as they swapped places every few seconds.

"Leon-.. god, please..." You moaned breathlessly, chest heaving. He groaned at the sound of his name leaving your pretty lips, dragging himself back up pull you into a heated kiss.

"My name sounds so good when you moan it." Leon growled against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip which caused you to gasp, allowing him to lick into your mouth. "You taste amazing."

Your hands moved from the sheets to wrap around his neck again, carding your fingers up through the that fluffy golden hair on the nape of his neck. When he pulled away so you both could catch your breath, he wasted no time standing up to shuck off his own shirt.

Leon smirked when you sat up on your elbows, watching your wide eyes rake down his sculpted torso.

"Glad you like what you see." He wiggled his eyebrows at you, causing you to scoff playfully and grab one of the pillows off the bed, tossing it at him. He laughed, catching the pillow to throw right back at you, albeit a little softer than you had. "Hey, hey, alright."

You laughed with him as the pillow landed on your chest, letting it slip off to the side as you sat up fully. You tucked your legs under your ass, sitting back on your haunches as you reached forward to rest your hands against his thighs.

Looking up at Leon with those doe eyes, he just couldn't resist. He knew what you wanted. "Go on, don't be shy.." he spoke in a hushed tone, moving his right hand to rest on your head to play with your hair.

He angled his head down so he could watch you fumble with his belt, wanting to let you set the pace now.

"Thaaat's it, there ya go mama..." Leon whispered with a gravelly voice, eyes half lidded as he watched you finally pull his belt from the loops. Your hands were shaky as they now worked to unbutton and unzip his jeans, glancing up at him occasionally to make sure you were doing everything right.

Once you were able to fully undo the agent's jeans, he moved his hand off your head so he could tug them all the way down for you, kicking them away which left him in only his boxers and socks.

As mentioned before, you were out of practice. You didn't have a very good frame of reference for men, but Leon's sizable erection straining against his boxers was more than intimidating.

The man could tell you were worried. He didn't want to scare you, no, that's the last thing he wanted. So he brought his right hand up to hold the side of your face, caressing your cheekbone his thumb. "Don't feel pressured, sweetheart. Take your time for me."

You looked up at him as you took in a shaky breath, leaning your head against his hand for a moment with a nervous smile. "Thank you... Just-.. just work with me here.." you huffed, moving your gaze back down to his bulge.

You lifted your head away from his hand to which he moved back up to stroke your hair, keeping his gaze fixed down on you.

You tucked your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, glancing up at him one last time, prompting him to smile in approval. You nodded, swallowing dryly as you slowly tugged them down.

His cock sprung out at you and you let out a quiet gasp as it stood directly in front of your face now, tip red and angry. "Oh wow... okay.." you whispered, mostly to yourself as you took in the size of it.

Leon gave a breathy chuckle as he watched you, moving his legs a bit so his boxers would fall the rest of the way down.

You let your hands rest against the tops of his thighs again, a bit closer to his v-line as you looked back up at him. "I like your uh-.. I like your happy trail..."

Your quiet admission dragged another laugh from the man, who was looking right back at you with probably the most endearing expression. "Oh, do you?" You nodded. "I'll make sure to keep it for you then."

The way Leon kept stroking your hair felt so nice, his voice was really encouraging too. You were incredibly thankful he was willing to take things slow and let you lead for the moment.

Speaking of taking the lead, you brought your eyes back down to stare at his cock, watching precum pearl from the slit. You gave yourself one last mental push before bringing your right hand up to wrap around the base, glancing up at Leon when he hissed from the sensitivity.

Your eyes moved from his dick to his face every few seconds as you began slow, languid strokes. Once the blond was able to get past the sensitivity, he was smirking at you again, those encouraging words beginning to slip from his mouth again. "Mmm~... that's gooood... just like that, baby.."

Your confidence in the whole situation was growing with every word of praise Leon directed at you, leading to your hand beginning to move faster. Slick was pooling into panties now, especially with the way he was looking at you with that blissed out expression.

You must've had your own look going since he felt the need to comment on it. "You like that, mama? Like the weight on my cock in your hand?" You only moaned out in response. "Yeah you do. If only you could see the way you look, fuck- I wish I could take a picture. Those pretty eyes lookin' up at me while you stroke it, pouty lil' lips- shit~..."

Leon let you stroke him for awhile longer before patting your head softly, pulling your hand away from him. "C'mon, love. You're a bit overdressed for this, aren't you?"

Damn, you hadn't even realized you still had your bra and pants on. You made quick work of the bra, reaching back to unhook it before letting it fall forward and off your shoulders.

"Ohh~.. There's my gorgeous girl~.." Leon purred, eyeballing your now exposed breasts, cock twitching as he looked over the hickeys that he'd covered the tops of them with. "Those tits of yours look a bit heavy, mind if I hold 'em for ya?"

The agent chuckled as you clicked your tongue at him, and though you didn't want to, you couldn't help but smile at his joke.

He gently pushed you down back onto the bed by your shoulder, letting you move your legs out before he climbed on top of you again. "At least let me love on 'em for a bit?"

The way he said that almost seemed like he was begging, and maybe he was, but regardless you nodded, blush deepening as he brought his head down to your breasts.

He resumed how he was before when he was on top of you, caging you underneath his broad form. Leon teased you, kissing all around the soft mounds before bringing his right hand up to grope one while he attached his lips to the other, licking and sucking your nipple. Your hands flew up to grip at his hair, needing some sort of register.

"O-oh... Leon- ah~! ..Pl-ease be gentle..." As much as he tried to hold back, he couldn't help how desperate he was to taste and feel all of you; your soft cries of pleasure, the way your voice broke when he rolled his tongue around the perked bud, he wanted it all. Soon he was moaning, nearly whimpering, eyes closed while his mouth swapped from one nipple to the other, making sure both got equal treatment.

Leon had shifted his legs up a bit more, almost sitting on your thighs as he sat hunched over you, hands tight on your waist as he centered his focus on using his mouth to toy with your nipples, cock laying right below your belly button as it weeped onto your stomach. He was soaking you in, in love with how responsive you were, in love with you.

Eventually, you tugged his head away from your tender breasts, his mouth wet with his saliva as he looked at you with a dopey smile.

Leon needed more of you. He needed to taste more of you.

Pulling you to the edge of the bed as he stood, Leon quickly yanked off your pants, tossing them to the side. He took a moment to drink in the sight of you; blush running down to your chest, hickeys covering your upper half, nipples swollen, that beautiful body, panties absolutely soaked. He really wanted to take a picture now.

After the agent finished taking in the scenic view in front of him, he slipped down onto his knees, pulling you by your hips so your legs dangled over the edge.

He sighed contently, placing his hands on the inside of your thighs as you attempted to close them. He wasn't really listening at this point, but he could hear you whimper something about 'not staring at it'.

Alright, Leon won't stare. He'll do you one better.

He planted his face right against your clothed pussy, breathing in your heady scent with a low groan, causing his cock to twitch again. "Ohh-ho hooo.. shit baby~.. that's good..."

You gasped, legs trying to close instinctively again which Leon didn't allow. He was so strong, barely straining to keep you spread wide for him as flattened his tongue against the gusset before closing his mouth around it. His nose bumped against your clit over and over as he moved his head up and down, taking in everything you had to offer through your panties.

Your panties started to irritate the man fast, growling as he had to pull himself away from you to tug them off. He dropped them next to where his knees sat on the floor, making a mental note to take those whenever he left your hotel room.

As soon as your panties were off your body, he threw one of your legs over his shoulder, using his right hand to reach up and spread your pussy lips. You whined again about not wanting him to stare which was cut off with a moan as he moved his thumb to press against your clit and rub in small circles.

"If I wanna look at ya, I'm gonna.. and you're gonna let me too..." Leon slurred slightly, eyebrows furrowing as he watched you clench around nothing with a whimper.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" He rumbled, now stroking his index and middle finger through your folds, spreading slick up to your clit so he could keep massaging it. "You like when I get a little bossy with you, pretty girl? Hm?"

You nodded, eyes shut tight as you balled your fists up in the sheets. "Look at me, mama.. Watch me..." Your eyes opened at his words, teary from the stimulation, and he laughed. "There ya go~.. Watch me devour this sweet little cunt of yours."

His words barely had a chance to register in your clouded head before his face was buried back into your crotch, immediately licking along your folds. He slung your other leg over his shoulder before sliding his tongue around your slit, moaning as slick ran into his mouth. You responded with slurred moans of your own, hands flying back to grip at his hair. You muttered out barely legible nonsense, words almost always cut off by moans and whines as Leon sucked on your clit, nipping at it ever so gently.

The agent hadn't experienced this in so long. You sounded so pretty, tasted so good. You were all his now and he had to make sure you knew that too.

"Taste so good. All mine." He growled into your cunt, wrapping his arms under and over your legs so he could place his hands on your hips, holding you steady to keep you from squirming. "This pussy's all mine." He repeated with a chuckle as he continued to lap at your folds, tongue dipping into your hole.

"L-Leon-! I-...I can't-!" You cried out, tugging at his hair as you tried to pull his face away from you. You were close, it was too much.

Oh he needed this. Leon needed you to cum on his face. He brought his still partially slicked up fingers to your pussy, pulling his mouth away for just a moment while he wet them again with a mix of your slick and his saliva.

Immediately, he placed his mouth over your clit, sucking as he pushed one finger into your dripping hole, drawing a breathy gasp from you.

His finger was quickly buried to the knuckle, wiggling it a bit inside of you before starting to pump it in and out of you.

The combination of feeling Leon's thick finger inside of you, curling to hit just the right spot while sucking on your clit had you tumbling over the edge, choking out a moan as tears spilled from your eyes.

It had been so long since you'd done this with anyone, and even then, no one really took the time to focus on you like this.

Your orgasm racked through your body, legs trembling as you gasped, trying to catch your breath. Leon eased you through it, pulling his mouth away so he could look watch his finger slowly disappear into you repeatedly. Once he pulled his finger out, he sucked it clean, leaning down just a bit to drink you up.

"Mm.. good job, sweetheart.." He sighed, taking the chance to stare at your glistening cunt for a bit longer before setting your legs back down on the bed so he could get up off his knees.

The man sat you up as he crawled onto the bed, holding onto your waist as he moved to sit against the headboard, legs out in front of him. He pulled you up onto his lap, making sure you were in a comfortable position.

"That good, mama?" Leon whispered, running his hands down your arms as his eyes trailed down to where your cunt sat right against his cock.

"Yeah... yeah that's good..." You whispered back, angling your head down a bit as you moved your hips experimentally. You did it again when Leon moaned, his hands moving down to your hips so he could grind you down his dick.

The agent harshly huffed through his nose, watching your puffy lips glide across the length of him. "Damn, that's it baby- grind on my fucking cock... god you're so wet."

You let Leon grind you down onto him, weak and drawn out moans being pulled from your lips every time the head of his dick bumped against your swollen clit. He was so focused on you.

"Lift up for me." He ordered, moving one his hands to pat your thigh. You mindlessly did as he told you, lifting yourself up onto your knees so he could line himself up with your hole.

"Gonna fuck ya good.." The blond grumbled, furrowing his eyebrows as he brought his hand back up so both were on your hips again. "Gonna have ya bouncin' on this cock, baby.."

He slowly pushed you down, both of you moaning in tandem when his head pushed past that tight ring of muscle. He gave you a moment to adjust before pushing you further down, mouth agape as your pussy sucked him in.

Once you were fully seated on his dick, you let out a shaky whine, placing your hands on his pecs for balance even though Leon would make sure to keep you upright.

Giving you more time to adjust, he tightened his grip on your hips, feeling your walls clench around him before relaxing a bit. His breathing was ragged, doing everything in his power not to pound into you right then and there.

Instead, he began to grind you on his cock, moving your hips back and forth. You gasped and moaned, nails digging into the taut muscle on his chest. He couldn't help but moan as well, just the sight of him balls deep in your cunt was enough to have him ragged.

"Okay..." You breathed out, causing Leon to hold your hips still. "Okay.. okay I-.. I'm good.." you nodded, looking down briefly where the two of you sat connected before looking up at his face.

Leon didn't need to be told twice, breathing out a groan as he slowly lifted you up. The head was almost pulled out of you before he sat you all the way back down onto his dick. Your lips made an 'o' as you felt him caress the inside of you, breathing still shaky.

After repeating the process a couple more times, he started to pick up the pace, even meeting you with thrusts of his own.

"God- shit baby-.. fuuuck~.." Leon breathed out, eyebrows furrowed as he focused on bouncing you up and down while timing his thrusts. "Bounce on my cock, mama.. Feel it deep in that pussy?"

He spoke breathlessly, eyes moving from your face down to where his dick drilled into you, almost drooling at the erotic sound of skin slapping and your pussy squelching.

"Uh-huh.." You moaned, moving your hands up to his shoulders so you could start to bounce yourself without Leon's help. "S'good.. ohhhh~.."

"Yeeeaahhh, it's good, huh?" Leon smirked, though it faltered a bit as you ground yourself down onto him again before starting to bounce again. "You love it, don't ya?"

You nodded lazily, tears starting to run down your face again while your legs trembled as they grew tired from the workout. The agent took notice of this, taking it upon himself to start bouncing you again since his hands were still firmly planted on your hips.

"Sing for me, sweetheart. Let me hear my superstar sing." Leon's thrusts turned hard as he felt you clench around him, listening to the way your voice rose again as your sensitivity grew. He filled you in all the right places, like you were made for him.

Your second orgasm made you scream, though it wasn't as loud as you thought considering your voice cracked. Your back arched, pussy clenching around Leon's cock like a vice.

He moved his arms up to wrap around your lower back as it arched, muscles flexing as he pulled you against his chest. He fucked you through your orgasm, thrusting up into you like it's the last thing he'll ever do. You were so overstimulated, tears now streaming down your face as choked out moans were forced out of you.

"Want me to cream this sloppy cunt of yours?" He growled into your ear, only getting a loud whine in response. "Words, use your words, c'mon."

"P-please-!" You managed to stutter out as he pounded into you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders so you could bury your face into his neck, tears dripping onto his exposed skin.

"Fuck- finally..." Leon rasped as he thrust into you for a few seconds longer before he held you firmly down on his lap. He came with a low groan, chuckling at your gasp when you felt him throb and pump you full of cum. "Take it, baby, fucking take it all..."

You both sat unmoving for a long minute, catching your breath before sitting up with a whine as your legs screamed at you and his cock shifted inside you.

The agent eased you off with a hum, watching his cum drip out of you and onto his stomach. You sat back once you felt him spread his legs for you, slotting yourself between them.

"Oh you're just perfect, aren't you? Gonna clean me off?" Leon chuckled when you nodded, sighing when you pressed your face against his cock after laying yourself on your stomach.

You licked a lazy stripe up the length of it, eyes closing as you tasted a mix of your juices and his cum. He placed a hand into your hair, gently combing through it as you sucked the head into your mouth with a soft whimper.

Leon watched with hungry eyes as you sucked on his cock, fitting what you could into your mouth before pulling away to lick him

clean, even going so far as to lick the cum off his stomach that had dripped out of you a minute prior.

"Perfect.. So good for me." Leon muttered out bits of praise for you, petting through your hair once you'd finished and just had his dick pressed against your cheek while you stroked it with your right hand. "My perfect superstar."

You smiled weakly, sitting up and crawling to the side so he could lay down, pulling your back flush against his chest the second you laid down.

The both of you were up early the next morning showering, Leon helping you clean by holding you against the shower wall so he could eat you out.

You had to go in to help your bandmates and crew set up the next stage you'd be performing at, so you gave Leon a tender kiss goodbye, reminding him to call you.

Oh he'll be calling you, right after he calls his boss. He forgot to call out and he already had a couple missed calls from them.

#Leon would 100% keep his music taste a secret #look! a dom leon this time #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy x reader #resident evil #leon s kennedy #baby baby boy #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader smut #resident evil leon #leon x reader #re4 leon #leon kennedy fic #leon kennedy x fem reader

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fyeahnix · 6 months

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TW: abuse

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What Sevika said about not seeing eye to eye with her father is only a small part of the story. Her relationship with her father was... complicated.

He was militant with high expectations. Always drew the most out of her, whether it was in school or out in the streets. Weakness was not an option for him and he let her know that early on.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Sevika stopped in her tracks just shy of the basement staircase, heart free-falling into her gut. She wanted to avoid him tonight. Hoped he fell asleep on the couch in another drunken stupor. No such luck. "I-I was just—" He turned from his spot on the sofa. "Those little shits givin' you trouble again? Thought I taught you better 'an that. C'mere." She hesitated. "I said come here." She obeyed. A single raise of hand made her flinch. He didn't hit her. Not this time. Large fingers pressed into the aching spot on her jaw. It hurt. With two fingers he pressed hard into her forehead, pushing her two steps backwards. "You get your ass out there and beat the shit outta those little fuckers, or I'll give you something to cry about. You hear me?" Sevika nodded. "Y-Yes, sir." "Now get outta my face." She retreated. Wiped the smear of blood off her bottom lip. Steeled herself at the door. Balled her fists. This was her task now and she had to see it through.

Silco reminded her a bit of her father in some ways and she held a level of respect towards the man that she didn't for many people, let alone men in general.

"Sevika?" "Sir?" He shook his head. "Formality." "Habit. Sorry." The awareness hit her. She rolled her rigid shoulders into relaxing. Tapped her left fingers into her thigh. "I need to know if I can trust you to get this intel delivered in the right hands." The implication was not lost upon her. She heard it a million times in much harsher tones. A deep breath calmed her beating heart enough to respond. "I'll get it done."

#Arcane #Sevika #Arcane Sevika #Sevika Arcane #tw abuse #tw: abuse #headcanon #writing #headcanon: sevika

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cheynovak · 2 months

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Guiding Light

CJ Braxton x F/Reader

Warnings: 18+, Spicy, Angst, Fluff , nothing to extreme

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

*Doesn’t follow the Dawson Creek storyline*

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Y/N is a new student at Boston Bay College, while trying to fit in she meets CJ. The charming fella convinces her to join the campus helpline. While their friendship seems to grow into something more, CJ’s past holds him back.

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Y/N stepped onto the picturesque campus of Boston Bay College, a mix of excitement and nerves churning in her stomach. As a transfer student, she was determined to make the most of this fresh start. Armed with a map and a hopeful smile, she set out to navigate the sprawling campus.

Lost in a sea of unfamiliar buildings and winding pathways, Y/N felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she met the gaze of a friendly face – CJ, a senior at Boston Bay College known for his easy charm and laid-back demeanour.

""Hey there, I'm CJ," he greeted, extending a hand in welcome. "Welcome to Boston Bay College. I'll be your guide today."

Relieved, Y/N nodded gratefully. Y/N returned his smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Nice to meet you, CJ. I'm Y/N," she replied, shaking his hand firmly. With CJ as her guide, she embarked on a whirlwind tour of the campus, learning the ins and outs of Boston Bay College with each step.

Over the course of the day, CJ led Y/N on a whirlwind tour of the campus, pointing out key landmarks, academic buildings, and student hangouts along the way. He shared insider tips and tricks, helping her navigate the maze of hallways and shortcuts with ease.

As they walked and talked, Y/N couldn't help but be drawn to CJ's easy-going nature and genuine kindness. He had a way of making her feel comfortable and at ease, even in the midst of all the chaos of starting at a new college.

As the day drew to a close, CJ suggested they grab a bite to eat at one of the campus cafes. Y/N agreed, eager to continue their conversation over a meal.

As they sat down at a cozy table in the corner, CJ's eyes lit up with excitement. "Hey, there's someone I want you to meet," he said, motioning to a girl who approaching their table.

Y/N looked up, her heart skipping a beat as she took in the sight of the girl. It was Jen, CJ's girlfriend, who he had mentioned in passing during their earlier conversations.

"Y/N, this is Jen," CJ introduced with a smile. "Jen, meet Y/N, the newest addition to our Boston Bay family." Jen's eyes sparkled with warmth as she extended her hand across the table. "Nice to meet you” She smiled before tugging CJ away. “I’m sorry I need to talk to you.”

CJ smiles apologetic at Y/N but follows his girl.

In the days that followed their initial meeting, Y/N found herself settling into the rhythm of college life. Classes kept her busy during the day, but she couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that crept in during the quiet moments of the evening.

Despite the friendly nod from CJ whenever they crossed paths, Y/N still felt like she was adrift in a sea of unfamiliar faces. She longed for the sense of connection and belonging like she had in her previous school.

One night, as Y/N was returning to her dorm after a late study session. In the dimly lit hallway, she spotted a girl stumbling and struggling to stay upright, clearly intoxicated and in need of help.

Without hesitation, Y/N rushed to the girl's side, offering her support and guidance as she helped her to her room. The girl mumbled her thanks before collapsing onto her bed in a drunken stupor.

As Y/N stepped back into the hallway, she was startled to find CJ standing there, watching her with a mixture of surprise and admiration. "You didn't have to do that, you know," he said quietly, his voice filled with genuine respect.

Y/N shrugged, trying to downplay her actions. "It was nothing, really. Just helping someone in need. Us girls need to stick together. You never know which creep lurks in the dark.”

But CJ shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You showed compassion and kindness when others would have looked the other way. That's something special these days."

“What were you doing out so late? He asked curious. “Well, I was bored to dead in my room, so I wanted to go for a walk.” “Alone?” CJ asked surprised. “Or could you use company?” Y/N laughs before answering, “You can join if you want to.”

After a moment of silence CJ spoke "You know, The Stand, the teen helpline on campus? They're in need of new counsellors," he began, hesitantly. "Jen dropped out as volunteer. We could use new people."

Y/N nodded curious, listening intently as CJ continued.

"I can't help but think that you would be perfect for it," he said, his eyes earnest. "You have this way of connecting with people, of making them feel save. I think you could really make a difference there."

Y/N's curiosity piqued as she listened to CJ's enthusiasm about the workings of The Stand. She leaned in, eager to learn more about this opportunity to make a difference in the lives of others.

"So, when does The Stand operate?" Y/N asked, her voice filled with anticipation. CJ smiled, glad to see her interested. "Mostly in the evenings and on weekends," he replied. "That's when we get the most calls from teens who need someone to talk to."

Y/N nodded, absorbing this information. "And do counsellors work alone during those times?" she inquired.

CJ shook his head. "No, we always have at least two counsellors on duty at any given time," he explained. "That way, no one ever has to handle a call alone. We're there to support each other and make sure that everyone feels safe.

"I think I'd like to give it a try." CJ was thrilled that Y/N had decided to take this step. "I think you'll be great at it," he said. “I’ll put you on the work sheet.”

Her first night on duty was slow, with only a few calls trickling in. But in the quiet moments between conversations, Y/N found herself drawn to CJ, sitting beside her with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Is everything okay, CJ?" she asked, concern lacing her voice. CJ hesitated for a moment before sighing deeply. "Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, but his tone betrayed his words.

Sensing that CJ needed someone to talk to, Y/N gently prodded, "You can talk to me, you know. We're here to support each other." With a weary smile, CJ nodded, grateful for her offer. "Thanks, Y/N. It's just...last phone call remembered me about... old me.”

Y/N listened intently as CJ began to open up about his struggles with depression during high school, and how he had turned to alcohol as a way to cope with his pain.

"It was like a dark cloud hanging over me, suffocating me," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. "And one day, I made a terrible mistake. I said things I never should have said, hurtful things to the people I cared about the most."

Y/N reached out, placing a comforting hand on CJ's arm. "I'm so sorry, CJ," she murmured, her heart aching for the pain he had endured. CJ nodded, his eyes clouded with memories of the past.

“And then there is Jen.” He sighs. “What about her?” Y/N caressed his arm. "One minute, everything seemed fine between us, and the next, she's breaking up with me without so much as an explanation." He looked up at her with teary eyes.

“I had sworn of relationships till I met her and now here we are again.”

Y/N listened intently, her heart breaking for CJ as he wrestled with his feelings of confusion and despair. "I'm so sorry, CJ," she murmured, reaching out to squeeze his hand in a gesture of solidarity. “I’m here for you.”

In the days and weeks that followed, CJ found support and a new friend in Y/N, who stood by his side through the darkest moments of his grief. They navigated the turbulent waters of his heartbreak, leaning on each other for comfort and understanding.

As they spent countless hours talking and sharing their innermost thoughts and feelings, CJ began to realize the true depth of his connection with Y/N.

CJ found himself increasingly drawn to Y/N in ways he couldn't quite explain. He noticed his name appearing more frequently next to hers on the work schedule at The Stand, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement whenever they were paired together.

At first, CJ brushed off these feelings as nothing more than a deepening friendship. After all, Y/N had been there for him during some of his darkest moments, offering comfort and support without hesitation.

It wasn't until one evening, as they sat together in the counselling room, that CJ's feelings came to the surface in a startling revelation. Y/N was talking about her ex-boyfriend, sharing stories of their time together and the pain of their breakup, and CJ couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy in his heart.

CJ couldn't shake the image of Y/N's ex-boyfriend from his mind – the one who had cheated on her despite her beauty and kindness. "I just don't understand," CJ blurted out, his words tumbling out before he could stop them.

"How could he do that to you, Y/N? You're... you're so beautiful, inside and out. some people just don't appreciate what they have until it's too late."

Y/N's cheeks flushed at CJ's heartfelt words, her heart fluttering at the sincerity in his voice. "I... I don't know," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. As the awkwardness lingered between them, CJ and Y/N found themselves at a loss for words, unsure of how to move forward from the tangled mess of their emotions.

"I'm sorry" CJ apologized, his voice laced with regret. "I didn't mean to make things awkward. I just... I care about you, and I hate to see you hurting." Y/N offered him a small smile, her heart softening at his genuine concern.

The atmosphere between CJ and Y/N remained charged with unspoken emotions after their heartfelt conversation. Determined to lighten the mood, CJ suggested they take a stroll through the local thrift store, hoping to distract themselves from the weight of their thoughts.

As they browsed through the aisles, laughter and banter filled the air, momentarily easing the tension between them. But their light-hearted excursion took an unexpected turn when they spotted Jen across the store, flirting shamelessly with another guy.

CJ's heart sank at the sight, a surge of jealousy coursing through him as he watched Jen's playful interactions with the stranger. He couldn't bear to see her moving on so easily, not when he was still grappling with the pain of their breakup.

Y/N noticed the change in CJ's demeanour "CJ, are you okay?" Y/N asked, concern etched in her voice. He forced a smile, trying to brush off his feelings. "Yeah, I'm fine," he replied.

"Hey, Y/N," he began, his voice loud and determined. "There's a concert happening downtown next weekend, and I was wondering if you'd like to go with me."

Y/N blinked in surprise at CJ's unexpected invitation, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts and emotions. She knew that going to the concert with CJ would only complicate their already tangled friendship.

“Don’t we have counselling duty?” -” We can go after?” His eyes almost begging her, but then Y/N caught a glimpse of Jen. "Sure" she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I'd love to."

Once outside Y/N speaks her mind "I can't do this, CJ," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I can't be a part of your plan to make Jen jealous. It's not fair to her, and it's not fair to me."

CJ's expression faltered at Y/N's blunt question, his heart sinking as he realized the unintended consequences of his actions. "No, Y/N, I swear, that's not what I meant," he protested, his voice tinged with regret. "I just... I thought it would be nice to spend some time together, you know?"

“I saw her CJ.” “Ok, yes it was a plus. But I did want to ask you. Please come with me?” As the days passed, the tension between CJ and Y/N grew palpable, their once easy friendship strained by the weight of unspoken truths and unresolved emotions.

The atmosphere at the concert buzzed with excitement as CJ and Y/N entered the venue, surrounded by the pulsating rhythm of the music and the vibrant energy of the crowd. Yet, beneath the surface, a shadow loomed.

As the night wore on, Y/N and CJ tried to enjoy the concert but as she watched CJ reached for a drink from the bar, his movements casual but his intent unmistakable. Memories of his struggles with alcoholism flashed through her mind, and she felt a surge of fear and sadness wash over her.

"CJ, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. CJ glanced at her, his expression guarded. "It's just a drink, Y/N," he replied, trying to brush off her worries.

"I know it's just a drink, CJ," she said softly, her voice laced with emotion. "But I also know what it can lead to for you. Please, don't do this to yourself." Y/N's heart raced with concern as she watched CJ take a drink, her anxiety mounting with each passing second.

Acting on instinct, she reached out to take the glass from his hand, determined to prevent him from spiralling further into the past of his struggles. But before she could intervene, CJ surprised her with a sudden and unexpected gesture.

He leaned in and kissed her, his lips pressing against hers with a desperate intensity. Holding the beer high up and one hand on the back of her head. Caught off guard by the suddenness of his actions, Y/N froze in shock, her mind reeling with confusion and disbelief.

Pushing him away with a forceful shove, Y/N's eyes blazed with fury as she confronted him with the full force of her emotions. "What do you think you're doing" she demanded, her voice trembling with anger.

"You can't just kiss me and expect everything to be okay. You have no right to treat me like this." his expression a mixture of shame and regret. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he stammered, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what came over me.”

“Alcohol” She barked at him while ripping his drink out of his hand. “That came over you!” As Y/N stormed away from CJ, her heart heavy with anger and betrayal, she felt a sudden pang of regret wash over her.

Maybe she was a little harsh on him.

Once outside Y/N turned back to face CJ who followed her outside, her eyes softened by a newfound sense of compassion. She could see the turmoil etched into his features, the weight of his actions bearing down on him like a heavy burden.

"I'm sorry, CJ," she said softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "I shouldn't have pushed you away like that. I understand that you're struggling, and I want to help you, if you'll let me."

CJ's eyes widened in surprise at Y/N's words, his heart swelling with gratitude for her forgiveness. "Thank you, Y/N," he murmured.

CJ found himself walking alongside Y/N, the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders. Despite the alcohol coursing through his veins, he was acutely aware of the gravity of the situation, of the hurt he had caused and the rift he had created between himself and the one person who had shown him unwavering kindness and understanding.

Y/N broke the silence with a simple question that cut straight to the heart of the matter. "CJ, are you going to be okay?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern He hesitated for a moment, grappling with his own doubts and insecurities. "I don't know" he admitted.

Why don't you stay the night at my dorm?" she suggested, her voice gentle but firm. CJ's eyes widened in surprise at Y/N's offer, his heart swelling with gratitude at her unwavering support. "Y/N, I don't want to impose," he protested, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

But Y/N shook her head, dismissing his concerns with a reassuring smile. "It's not an imposition, CJ," she insisted. "I care about you, and I want to make sure you're safe. Please, let me help you."

As CJ and Y/N settled into the twin bed, the space between them felt charged with unspoken tension. Despite the warmth of the blankets enveloping them, a chill lingered in the air, born from the weight of their shared uncertainty and desire.

CJ lay on his back, acutely aware of Y/N's presence beside him. The soft rhythm of her breathing filled the small room, Y/N, too, felt the weight of the moment pressing down on her, the heat of CJ's body radiating against her skin like a beacon in the darkness.

She longed to reach out to him, to bridge the gap between them with a simple touch, but fear held her back, anchoring her to the safety of the familiar. CJ's heart beats loudly in his chest as he wrestled with his inner turmoil. The desire to reach out to Y/N, just a simple touch, grew stronger with each passing moment.

And so, with a shaking breath, he turned to her, his voice barely above a whisper "Y/N," he murmured, his words hanging in the air like a delicate thread. "Is it okay if I hold you?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at CJ's request, her pulse quickening with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. But as she met his gaze in the dim light of the room, she saw the vulnerability reflected in his eyes, and she knew that she couldn't deny him this simple comfort.

"Yes," she replied softly, her voice filled with warmth and understanding. "It's okay."

With a sense of relief washing over him, CJ wrapped his arms around Y/N, pulling her close to him in a tender embrace. The warmth of her body against his was a balm to his weary soul, a reminder of the strength and beauty of the connection they shared.

As the soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, CJ stirred from his slumber, the warmth of Y/N's body pressed against his sending a jolt of electricity coursing through him. He shifted slightly, his face nestled in the crook of her neck, the scent of her hair filling his nose, a scent of peace.

He glanced at the empty bed a crossed the room. Her roommate had already left, she must have seen them all cuddly and cosy.

With a contented sigh, Y/N shifted in her sleep, her movements causing CJ to become acutely aware of the delicate curve of her neck and shoulder beneath his lips. And in that moment, unable to resist the pull of his longing any longer, CJ pressed a series of soft kisses against Y/N's neck and shoulder.

His lips tracing a path of fire along her skin. Each touch was a testament to the depth of his desire. As Y/N slowly roused from her slumber, she felt a shiver of pleasure shoot through her at the feel of CJ's lips against her skin.

The warmth of his breath against her neck sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't ignore. Turning to face him, Y/N met CJ's gaze with a mixture of surprise and desire, her heart pounding in her chest at the intensity of the emotions swirling between them.

As their lips met in a tender kiss, the world around them seemed to fade. Time slowed to a crawl as they lost themselves in the sweetness of the moment, savouring each touch, each caress as if it were the last.

As he deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in Y/N's hair as he pulled her closer to him. Every brush of her lips against his sent shockwaves of desire coursing through him, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume them both.

"I need you," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. With a gentle yet confident movement, CJ pulled Y/N closer to him, straddling his hips. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she felt the warmth of CJ's body enveloping her, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through her veins. “I want you.” he said between kisses.

She traced her fingers lightly along the contours of his chest. CJ's hands roamed over Y/N's back, tracing the curve of her spine with a tender reverence that spoke volumes of his adoration for her.

With each caress, he felt himself falling deeper and deeper under her spell. Y/N felt the undeniable heat of CJ's desire pressing against her, a surge of electricity shot through her veins, igniting a fire of passion that threatened to consume them both.

With each grind of his hips, she could feel the intensity of his longing, his need for her palpable in every movement. In a voice husky with longing, he pleaded, "Please, Y/N, I need to feel you." His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their shared desire.

With a sense of urgency fuelled by their shared desire, CJ gently turned Y/N around, their eyes locking in a silent agreement that spoke volumes of their mutual longing. In a haze of passion, they shed their clothes, leaving nothing between them.

He drew Y/N closer to him, their bodies flush against each other in a heated embrace. With a tender gaze, CJ looked deeply into her eye’s. "Y/N," he whispered, "may I?” Y/N's heart swelled at his gentle request, "Yes" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "please."

Y/N felt a mixture of sensations coursing through her body. At first, there was a sting of discomfort as he pushed deeper, a sensation that made her gasp with a mixture of surprise and pleasure.

But as he began to thrust, that discomfort gave way to a wave of intense pleasure that washed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her breathless and longing for more. With each movement, their passion grew.

As CJ's breath mingled with Y/N's, he whispered softly, "Tell me what you want, Y/N. How do you want me?" "Harder," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "I want to feel you, CJ. I want you to take me, to make me yours completely."

CJ responded to her plea, his movements becoming more intense as he sought to fulfil her deepest desires. Each thrust was filled with a raw passion that threatened to consume them both, their bodies moving together in a dance of ecstasy and bliss.

As Y/N stood under the warm spray of the shower, letting the water wash away the remnants of their passionate encounter, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. Despite the intimacy they had shared, CJ seemed distant, his eyes avoiding hers as if he were hiding something.

When she emerged from the bathroom, she found CJ already dressed and seemingly lost in thought. "CJ, is everything okay?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

CJ hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering to hers before quickly darting away. "Yeah, everything's fine, I have to go." He hugged her before he almost ran out of her room.

Y/N couldn't help but feel confused and hurt by CJ's sudden change in demeanour. Had she done something wrong? Was he regretting their night together? The questions swirled in her mind, leaving her feeling adrift and uncertain.

As days turned into weeks, CJ's avoidance of Y/N only seemed to intensify. He made excuses to spend time apart, disappearing into his own world whenever they crossed paths. It was as if the connection they had shared had been gone, leaving Y/N feeling lost and alone.

As Y/N glanced over at CJ's work sheet at the Stand, her heart sank at what she saw. Every line, every calculation had been changed, altered in a way that seemed deliberate. It was as if someone, meaning CJ changed their call sheets.

Desperate for answers, Y/N finally confronted CJ one afternoon after class. "CJ, we need to talk," she said, her voice tinged with frustration and hurt. "What's going on between us? Ever since that night, you've been avoiding me like the plague."

"Why?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

CJ hesitated, struggling to find the right words to explain the turmoil that churned within him. " I’m scared of what this means for us, for our friendship. I don't want to ruin what we have by making things complicated."

Before Y/N came into his life, there was Jen, what had started as friends. But their relationship had ended in heartbreak, leaving CJ scarred and afraid to open himself up to the possibility of love again.

As he gazed into Y/N's eyes, he couldn't help but see echoes of Jen in her, reminders of the pain he had endured when he lost her. He was afraid of repeating the same mistakes, afraid of losing Y/N in the same way he had lost Jen.

His silence spoke volumes, leaving her feeling confused and hurt. "It was a mistake," he said, his voice cold and distant, as if he were trying to distance himself from her.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she struggled to make sense of what had just happened. Had it all been a lie? Had she been fooling herself into believing that there was something between them?

"Fine," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "If that's how you feel, then I guess there's nothing more to say." He watched helplessly as she walked away, her shoulders slumped in defeat, and he knew that he had caused her pain.

"Y/N, wait!" he called out, his voice filled with urgency and regret. But she didn’t hear him and kept walking.

As Friday night rolled around, CJ found himself back at The Stand, he scheduled him and Y/N to work together, trying to show they could still be friends. "So, how was your week?" he asked, his voice carefully casual.

But Y/N's response was terse, her attention focused on the computer screen in front of her as she typed away. "Fine," she replied shortly, her tone clipped. CJ pressed on, determined to make amends for his past mistakes. "Anything exciting happen?" his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Y/N sighed, her frustration evident in the way she avoided his gaze. "Not really," she muttered, her fingers flying over the keyboard with practiced efficiency. But despite her cold demeanour, CJ refused to give up.

"So, uh, any plans after the shift?" he asked, Y/N glanced up from her work, her expression guarded as she met his gaze. "Not really." CJ swallowed hard. "Well, I was thinking... maybe we could catch a movie or something?"

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at his suggestion, her defences momentarily faltering. For a moment, CJ dared to hope that she might say yes. "I don't think so," she said softly. “I’m going to grab a coffee.” she said to remove herself of the awkward situation.

As Y/N walked into the café the next day, her heart skipped a beat when she saw CJ and Jen talking together at a nearby table. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched them, a wave of mixed emotions crashing over her like a tidal wave.

For a moment, Y/N's mind raced with thoughts. Had CJ gone back to Jen? Was that why he regrets their night? Y/N felt uneasy not knowing what to do.

CJ's eyes scanned the cafe before they met Y/N's across the room. A soft smile appeared on his lips while Y/N turned the other way. Meanwhile, Jen observed the exchange with keen interest, her lips curling into a knowing smile. She had always been perceptive when it came to matters of the heart, and it didn't take long for her to piece together the puzzle laid out before her.

"Well, well, well," Jen remarked, her voice carrying across the table to where CJ sat. "Seems like someone's madly in love." CJ's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, caught off guard by Jen's observation. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unsure of how to respond to her teasing remark.

Jen broke the silence, her voice soft but probing. "So, CJ," she began, her eyes studying CJ intently. "What's going on between you two?" CJ's heart skipped a beat at the question, their mind racing as they struggled to find the right words. "I... I don't know," CJ admitted, their voice barely above a whisper. "It's complicated.

As CJ left the cafe Jen's words echoed in CJ's mind long after. "Don't wait too long or push her away. She might be worth it."

As he pondered her words, a whirlwind of emotions churned within them. He couldn't shake the feeling that Jen was right, that Y/N might indeed be worth the risk, worth stepping out of his comfort zone for.

With a heavy sigh, heart pounding in his chest, CJ stood outside Y/N's dorm room, his hand hesitant to knock on the door. CJ rapped their knuckles against the door, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway. They waited anxiously, the seconds stretching into eternity, until finally, the door swung open.

But instead of seeing Y/N's familiar face, CJ was met with the stern gaze of Y/N's roommate. The expression on her face was one of surprise and disapproval, her lips forming a tight line.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her tone laced with suspicion. CJ's throat went dry as they struggled to find the right words. "I... uh, is Y/N here?" he stammered.

Y/N's roommate folded her arms across her chest, blocking the doorway with her body. "Y/N isn't available right now," she replied curtly. "And even if she was, I don't think it's a good idea for you to be here."

"I understand," CJ muttered, their voice barely audible. Turning his back to the door and walked away. CJ found himself at a loss for what to do next, he sat alone in his dorm room, wrestling with his emotions, an idea struck him.

With trembling fingers, CJ dialled the number for the campus helpline, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for someone to pick up. When Y/N's voice greeted him on the other end of the line, his breath caught in his throat.

"Helpline, this is Y/N. How can I help you?" her voice was soft and gentle, just as he remembered it.

CJ hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. But then, gathering his courage, he spoke, "Hi, Y/N. It's me."

There was a brief pause on the line, and CJ held his breath, waiting for Y/N's response. When she spoke again, her voice was tinged with surprise and concern, "CJ?... this got to be a joke."

Her voice, once soft and gentle, now held a note of irritation as she struggled to process his words. "CJ, I can't believe you pulled a stunt like this," Y/N said, her tone clipped and sharp. "Calling the helpline just to talk to me?

"I know, Y/N, and I'm sorry," he replied, his voice heavy with regret. "I shouldn't have done it. But I needed to talk to you. I need help."

There was a long pause on the line, and CJ held his breath, waiting for Y/N's response. When she spoke again, her voice was softer, "What is it? What do you need help with?"

CJ took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before plunging into the confession he had been dreading. "I... I slept with my best friend," he admitted, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. "The one who I trusted with my darkest secrets, the one who's been there for me through everything. And now I'm scared. Scared that I've ruined everything. Scared to lose her."

There was another long silence on the line.

CJ's voice trembled as he found the courage to continue speaking. "She means... everything," he whispered, his words barely audible but weighted with sincerity. "She’s the light in my darkest moments, the warmth in my coldest nights."

As he spoke, his eyes filled with tears. "She is the one person who sees me for who I truly am, who accepts me, flaws and all," he continued, his voice growing stronger with each word. "When I'm with her, I feel... complete."

A tear slipped down Y/N’s cheek as he spoke. "I know I've made mistakes, and I'm not sure if I deserve her forgiveness," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "But I can't bear the thought of losing her. She means... everything to me."

CJ's voice cracked as he continued, the weight of his words heavy on his heart. "I tried talking to Y/N, but I pushed her away too much," he confessed, his voice trembling with regret. "And now I'm calling the helpline, asking what to do."

"I'm scared, you know?" CJ admitted, his voice raw with emotion. "Scared that I've ruined everything, that I'll never be able to make things right. But I can't just give up. Not on her, not on us."

There was a long pause on the line, the silence stretching between them. He heard a sniff before Y/N spoke. "You've taken the first step by acknowledging your mistakes," her voice said, calm and reassuring.

“I was hoping we could meet up and talk. Face to face." her voice was soft but cautious. "I don't know, CJ," she said slowly. "I need some time to process everything."

CJ nodded, even though Y/N couldn't see him through the phone. "I understand," he replied, his heart sinking at the thought of Y/N needing more space. "But please, just think about it. I... I really want to see you."

“I’ll think about it.” “Ok good...”

“Was there anything else, CJ?” “Eh, no...”

“Goodbye than.” “Yeah, bye.”

30 minutes later as CJ's heart was still settling into a rhythm of gratitude and hope after their heartfelt conversation, the gentle ring of his phone broke the silence in his dorm room. Surprised, he picked up to find Y/N's name flashing on the screen.

"Hi," CJ greeted, a smile already tugging at his lips. "I was thinking...” she started,” since we've both had a lot on our minds lately, maybe we could take a break and go see a movie together. Just as friends, though.”

"That sounds great," he said eagerly. "I'd love to."

As CJ and Y/N settled into their seats in the dimly lit movie theatre, CJ couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N beside him. The soft glow of the screen illuminated their features, casting a warm and inviting aura around them. Despite their agreement to keep things platonic, CJ found it difficult to tear his gaze away from Y/N's captivating presence.

Throughout the movie, they shared whispered commentary and laughter, their friendship blossoming like the plot unfolding on the screen. Yet, beneath the surface, an undercurrent of tension pulsed between them, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken feelings that lingered in the air.

As the credits rolled and the theatre emptied, CJ and Y/N emerged into the cool night air, their footsteps echoing on the deserted sidewalk. With a sense of hesitation, CJ offered to walk Y/N back to her dorm, a gesture that felt both natural and nerve-wracking.

But to CJ's surprise, Y/N paused at the entrance to their building, turning to face him with a tentative smile. "Do you mind if we talk some more?" she asked softly. "Your room, maybe? Since you don't have a roommate to interfere or hear everything."

CJ's heart leaped in his chest at the invitation, a rush of excitement coursing through him. "Of course," he replied, his voice tinged with anticipation. "I'd like that."

As they made their way up to CJ's room, a sense of nervous energy crackled in the air between them. Once inside, they settled onto the bed, the space suddenly feeling small and intimate.

For a moment, they simply sat in comfortable silence, the weight of their unspoken thoughts hanging heavy in the air. But then, tentatively, CJ reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from Y/N's face, their eyes locking.

And in that moment, the floodgates opened, and they poured out their hearts to each other, sharing fears, hopes, and dreams until the early hours of the morning. As the night stretched on, their conversation turned to hushed whispers and lingering glances.

Until finally, they found themselves entangled in each other's embrace, the boundaries between friendship and something more blurring. CJ’s hand caressed her back. Drawing circles while he hears her stead breath.

As dawn broke on the horizon, CJ and Y/N drifted into a peaceful slumber, their intertwined fingers a silent promise of the newfound connection that bound them together.

He shifted slightly, his arm still draped protectively around Y/N, he lifted his head softly and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Good morning," he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "How did you sleep?"

Y/N stirred, blinking sleepily as she slowly came to wakefulness. They smiled up at CJ, their eyes still heavy with sleep. "Morning," she replied, her voice warm and affectionate. "I slept well, thanks to you."

A rush of affection washing over him. "I'm glad," he said earnestly, brushing a strand of hair away from Y/N's face. "So, what do you want to do today?" “It’s weekend, how about... Stay in bed all day?” She snuggled her sleepy face against his chest.

CJ smiled at Y/N's suggestion, a sense of warmth spreading through him at the thought of spending the weekend together, just the two of them. "I like the sound of that," With that, they settled back against the pillows, the world outside fading away as they lost themselves in each other's company. They talked and laughed.

And without realising when it happened but as the day stretched on, they lips found each other in lazy kisses and gentle caresses, their bodies entwined in a tender embrace. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the intimacy of the moment, their hearts beating as one.

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This was my first C.J. Braxton fix.

It has been a while since I watched Dawsons Creek, hope this story didn't disappoint.

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3.98 Honeymooners

If last night was any indication of how our year would be, we were in for an incredible ride. I couldn't think of a better way to ring in the new year than pleasuring my wife. The woohoo was so good; we were still stunned well into the next morning. I awoke, feeling foggy, wondering if last night had been a dream. When Sophia came down for breakfast, I didn't even know what to say to her and we ate in silence with this amazing secret looming over us. Eventually, her voice broke the silence, and we began to recover from our drunken-like stupor.

Tartosa was a gorgeous city, and I didn't question how it became the number one location for weddings. From the beaches and shopping to the beautiful landscapes and architecture, it had everything one could want for a perfect wedding. Unfortunately, we married too early in the season to appreciate all the amenities. Not only was it the first day of the year, but also the first day of spring. Looking out at the ocean from our patio began as a delicious treat, but became an evil tease. The water was too frigid to enjoy, and it rained all day. We were both looking forward to spending lots of time at the beach and were disappointed about canceling our main activity. Well...main activity outside of the house, that is. But at least we had the hot tub. It wasn't the same as the ocean, but Sophia had fun with it.

I too had fun playing in the water, heh.

Tartosa gave us another dark, cloudy, chilly day, so we spent the morning and much of the afternoon in bed, talking and playing. What we had between us was more than enough fun, but it would be a shame to spend the week in that beautiful city and not see it. Around dinnertime, we dragged ourselves out of bed and went out. Every corner of the city seemed to be carefully designed as if they wanted us to take selfies everywhere. It's no wonder why it became the wedding capital of the world.

We tried to eat at this nice restaurant we stumbled upon, but they had a very strict dress code. We didn't feel like being fancy, so we went back home and cooked together for the first time! Well, I cooked. She read the recipe. Either way, I loved doing that with her.

The next morning, the soft pitter patter of rain lured me out of my sleep, and I groaned at the idea of spending yet another day inside. I chuckled at how ironic it was that I originally looked forward to spending three days in this very room with Sophia, but now felt trapped. It's not that I tired of her presence, but simply knowing outside was not an option made me anxious.

The mattress felt more level than it should have, so I rolled over and saw Sophia was gone. That's when the faint buzz of the TV downstairs grabbed my ear. Taking advantage of the alone time, I pulled out my phone to do a little scrolling before joining her. I received a message from Dub asking me to call him because he messed up, so I did. I thought maybe they had a fight or something because he slipped up and said something about Maia and Chi Chi, but the real story was much bigger than that. They had just found out they were expecting! Joy overwhelmed me, and I was just about to offer my congratulations, but the fear and panic in his voice stopped me. He didn't call to spread the good news; he needed help to make sense of that reality. Their relationship was so new, it still had the tags on it. Like Sophia and me, they began dating and moved in together within a matter of days. Even though I knew Sophia was the one, if I had gotten her pregnant back then, I would have panicked too. I felt for Dub, but he didn't have all the complications I had. He'd always been 100% positive about his feelings for Maia even when he didn't realize it. I believe the only reason he hesitated in the beginning was because he so desperately wanted to be with her. A baby might not have been the next item on the agenda, but it was definitely on the list. I drew from that to encourage him.

It amused me at how different our parents were, though. He was concerned about what they would say, especially her dad, who allegedly threatened him with bodily harm. My parents would have rejoiced if I had announced they would be grandparents. My dad might have had concerns, but I wouldn't have been afraid of what he'd say. I'd probably run to his house and ask him what I should do, just like Dub did with me. I did my best to encourage him, letting him know that everything would be alright, and he sounded like he was in a better state by the end of the conversation.

I'd been sitting on the bed in my underwear the whole time and realized I was cold, so I put on the onesie Sophia got me for Winterfest. I smiled when I found her wearing hers. Tartosa's houses were gorgeous, with their spacious, open windows and arches that clearly catered to the warm climate.

Dub's phone call weighed heavy on my mind, and I wondered if Sophia could be pregnant. I stopped using protection at her behest when we got engaged, and we've certainly had plenty of opportunities to make it happen. But how would we know? Do we just randomly decide to take a test one day? Wait until it's obvious? Knowing how anxious Sophia was about starting a family, I put it out of my mind because I knew she'd be on top of it. I had a bigger question in my mind, anyway.

When Dub mentioned fearing Maia's father, I felt oddly weird. That was the first time it really occurred to me I didn't have in-laws. I mean, of course I thought about it all during the wedding, the parties, and even the planning, but I thought of it more in terms of her not having parents to celebrate her. I never considered what their absence meant for me. Every couple had a huge llama in the room, and that was ours. Whenever she talked about them, she kept it brief and vague, and I could sense something missing in every sentence. I didn't want to start any trouble, but I had to find out what happened. It was the perfect day for it. We had no plans and were stuck inside. I hoped she was ready to talk.

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Deal With The Devil, Chapter 6

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: gun violence, mentions of a gun, threats of gun violence, mental abuse, forcing a child to use a gun on a parent, angst, sexual situation, manipulation, morally grey sexual interaction, jealousy.

Inez stood at the foot of the bed, glaring at the mess in front of her.

Steve was sprawled out on the large bed, face down, a sheet covering just enough of his ass that she could only see the firm globes swathed in silk. His strong, large back had red scratches lining it, and it drew an irritated feeling from the pit of her stomach, knowing that someone else was marking up her fiancé even if she didn’t want the relationship with him in the first place.

Steve had managed to confine himself to the bed, his mess of his own seed staining the silken sheets and the women’s clothing that was an obvious afterthought in cleaning himself up in his drunken stupor.

But the women.

The women and the mess they had created was everywhere.

Liquor was spilt on the bed, and puddles of it were pooling on the black marble floor, making the glow from one of the windows fill the room with the scent of stale vodka.

Thongs, dresses, and stilettos led from the hallway all the way to the bed.

One of the girls had barely made it to the bed, and was hanging off of it, ass up in the air while her top half hung to the floor.

Inez sneered and lifted her arms over her head, pondering just how to wake them up. The barrel of the gun she’d found in Steve’s office grazed her ear while she remembered the life lessons her mother had instilled in her about cheating men.

“Cheating men are like dogs,” her mother said simply, the thick accent sounding like a hiss in the early morning as she put the gun in her daughter’s hand and aimed it at Howard Stark’s groin, “they are stupid and useless when they’re left to their own devices. They need to be taught lessons. To-”

“But mommy!” she whined as the tears streamed down her cheeks, “I don’t wanna hurt daddy. I-“

“That’s why we train them!” she told her daughter as she pointed the gun at her husband, “tell her, Howard!”

“Maria-“

“Your father cheated,” she frowned, snarling at her husband, “because he’s a dog that goes back to his old ways unless he’s reminded! I’ve given your father everything. Made this house a home. Given him your brother and you…gave him the best years of my life. And how does he repay me? With fucking your nanny.”

“Mommy-“ the four year old cried, shuddering at the thought of how she was forced hold her father at gunpoint.

“You will be strong!” she told her daughter firmly, while she shook.

“I don’t wanna hurt daddy!”

“Dogs will learn!” she argued as she forced her to pull the trigger.

“Steve…” Inez said gently as her heels clicked around the bed and she moved to the large bay windows, pulling them open so that the light filtered into the room, “Steveee, wake up.”

The man sighed sleepily, flipping over onto his back, “hmmm?”

He reached out but was unsurprised when his hand didn’t come in contact with another body. What he was surprised about was when the clicking stopped, and the bed dipped.

And then two firm thighs planted themselves on either side of his abdomen. His cock twitched, blood rushing to the appendage and waking up before he was understanding what was going on.

He groaned happily, his hands sliding up her bare thighs and cupping her plump ass, “one hell of a wakeup call, Inny…thought you didn’t like me, hmmm? What changed, bunny? You decide that you’re over playing hard to get?”

“Oh, I don’t like you in the slightest,” she smiled sweetly. Steve frowned when he felt the cool metallic kiss of his gun pressing under his jaw, “I already woke up your little whores and kicked them out, sweetie. But I think that it’s time for you and I to talk…husband and wife.”

His hands slid up from her ass, and to her waist, “you really want to start off our marriage like this, Inez? Holding a gun to my head? How far do you think you’ll get if you pull the trigger, hmm? Do you think big brother is going to let you slide if you kill a son of the five families? If you kill your soon to be husband?”

“The gun may be under your jaw, but it’s just the physical one,” she smiled. He opened his eyes and glared at her, “you’re the one that asked for my hand in marriage. You held the metaphorical gun to my head with my brother and forced me to agree to it.”

“You can walk away at any time, Inez…no one is forcing you into this!”

She scoffed, “just like a man to say that. You don’t understand the duty I have just by Tony agreeing to it…I can’t walk away from this Steve. You and I both know that. If I did, I would have more than just a metaphorical gun pointed at my head. I’d be dodging bullets the rest of my life.”

“So, what is it that you’re hoping to gain from putting a gun to my head, hmm?”

“You know, my mother taught me all about the expectations when I was growing up…taught me that a man should never put his hands on me, despite what she was brought up in…and that a man should know his place just as much as a woman knows hers.”

“And what’s my place, Inez?”

“You demand respect…well so do I,” she said firmly, “you demand loyalty, and honesty, and that I’m a dedicated spouse…well guess what, Steve, so do I. That means no cheating. No being a man whore…no lying to me. If you want this empty mansion to turn into a home, if you expect me to be waiting here for you every night like a good little wife, you must know your place too!”

“That all?” he taunted as he eyed her up and down, “because you crawled into my bed…and while you may have a gun to my head, you’re also straddling me in what seems like the tiniest little pj set you could find…almost seems like you are jealous that I got a little something something before we commit ourselves to each other and you want a taste before we say that cursed ‘I do.’ That what you want, Inny? You wanna feel what I’ve got underneath this sheet?”

“Do you know what my mother taught me when I was younger, Steve?” she mused, “do you know what I learned from her? What I learned to do?”

His hands slipped under the thin, short robe she wore, and his brow raised as he pushed her shorts to the side, his fingers tracing deftly along her already slippery folds, “she tell you to always be prepared for your husband?”

She frowned, and her nose twitched as she sneered at him.

Before he could think about it, she’d moved the gun quickly and slammed the butt against his brow, creating a cut on it.

“SON OF A BITCH!” he seethed from beneath her.

It was like she could sense his actions before they happened, and the gun was back up under his jaw keeping him in place.

“Men like you are dogs,” she spat, glaring down at him, “men like you need to be trained, because you’re stupid and useless otherwise…sticking your dick wherever you feel like…thinking you own everyone and everything while you throw temper tantrums over boroughs. Guess what, Steve! You don’t own everything.”

Steve clenched his jaw. There was a large part of him that was pissed off. No one stood up to him, let alone took it upon themselves to injure him. Those who would chance it would be dead moments later.

But her…

There was something dangerous and sexy in the way her robe barely covered her. How her breasts were heaving in anger over the fact that he’d fucked women in their bed the previous night. How she was holding a gun to his head.

She was jealous.

Steve knew that she wouldn’t shoot him with the way that she looked at him. And that was when he made up his mind.

He was methodical in his takeover.

Her robe flew open, and Steve noticed the barely there cami that was cropped just beneath her breasts, the silk matching shorts that barely covered her ass. The fact that she was wearing ‘fuck me’ stilettos, and her legs had instinctively wrapped around his lithe waist while he pressed his hips against hers.

The gun was ripped from her hands, and he’d had it beside her head in a second, while his other hand had grabbed both of hers, keeping her hands pinned above her own head.

Her chest heaved even more, and Steve felt the urge to let go of her hands just to tear her shirt to shreds and attack her chest.

He was turned on beyond belief at how his fiancé had woken him up.

“If I’m a dog, you’re a jealous bitch in heat!” he growled at her as he eyed her outfit once more, “claiming you don’t like me, but coming in here dressed like that. Scaring off those strippers with a gun and straddling me…you want a piece of me, Inez. You wanna know if what they were moaning about last night was real…”

Her eyes snapped to his as he ground his erection against her. Her eyes widened as his cock bumped against her core; the only thing keeping him from sheathing himself in her was the soft satin shorts she wore.

“S-Steve-“

“Oh no, sweetie…you don’t get to do a wake-up call like that and then pretend to be an innocent little thing. I’m seeing you. The real you. The one that no man has ever seen before. You’re a sexy little minx alright,” he growled sensuously as his lips attacked her neck. She shivered at the little nips and kisses. Her eyes fluttered closed as he continued to grind his erection against her. Her breathing quickened and her back arched upwards, pressing her chest against his. He smirked, feeling how her nipples had pebbled against him, “you might have been protected when you were younger, sheltered from our big bad world while your parents were alive, but things have changed, Inez. Now you’re my wife…and I’m going to take what’s mine after we say I do. I’m going to make you scream my name, and ruin that perfect, slutty little hole. Before the night is over, I’m going to make you beg me for more…beg me to put a little baby Rogers in you…fuck, if I wanted to put a little bastard in you right now, I think you’d let me. So desperate for love and attention. Such a whore for the idea of a good fuck. You’d let me do it without a second thought. You’d let me fucking ruin you and you’d love every second of it.”

“S-Steve….”

“Just like that,” he growled as he went back to attacking her neck and moving his lips down over her chest, “only you’ll be screaming it in our big, empty mansion…again and again, and-“

“Steve, wait!”

“No bunny…there’s no waiting,” he growled as he ripped her cami in half and nipped at her breasts, “there’s nothing stopping me from claiming my pretty little bride and making her cum all over my cock. You wanna train me, baby…go ahead. Make my cock crave that slutty little hole. Make me regret bringing those whores home and fucking them in our bed. Show them all that you own me. Make that tight little cunt milk my cock every fucking day!”

With every sentence he ground his hips against hers, making his hardened cock rub against her satin shorts. Through teary eyes she watched the men at the entrance of the bedroom while Steve’s precum mixed with her arousal, ruining the shorts, “S-Steve-“

“I’m gonna ruin you, bunny!” he promised firmly as he shifted his fiance’s shorts to the side and started tapping his cock against her mound, “gonna fuck that cunt nice and-“

“Hey boss…hate to bother ya, but we kind of have a problem,” Sam said from the door. Steve froze, his head turning to look over his shoulder at the man who’d spoken to him. Inez’ gaze remained on the man beside him though, horror coating her very soul as Bucky looked like his heart was breaking. Tears had been streaming down her cheeks while Bucky’s fists remained clenched at his side, “you know…no rush…fuck your girl…but we kinda have an issue with Barton.”

Steve’s head turned back from Sam and Bucky to that of Inez; a dangerous look in his eyes as he stared her down, “we’ll finish this later bunny…but don’t think you’re not getting punished for this little stunt.”

She whimpered as Steve rolled off of her and went to the walk-in closet to get dressed. Inez pulled at her robe, closing it once more, as her gaze left the two men still at the door.

Sam was chuckling, but Bucky had turned away from her; regret filling every fiber of his being because he didn’t take his shot last night.

Chapter 7

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landosgirl97 · 2 years

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Drunk Girl - Drew Starkey

A/N: Based on the song Drunk Girl by Chris Jansen. Please enjoy some sweet Drew fluff!

^ Do I know this gif is overused? Yes. Do I care? No, because this is the Drew I picture for this fic.

Drew was unfortunately to DD for the night so he sat in the booth drinking his water and people watching as his friends drank and danced on the dance floor. He let his eyes wander through the crowd, his eyes darting toward the door when it opened. He watched as you walked in, a little wobbly and a big grin on your face as you made your way to the bar. He saw all of the colorful bracelets on your wrist, signifying that you had been in and out of different bars all night. He would’ve thought with that amount, you were a bachelorette and people were buying your drinks. But with a quick survey, he knew that wasn’t the case. You were only with one friend, there was no ring on your finger, and you didn’t have a sash or some cheesy outfit on like most people would at a bachelorette party. With the way your friend was feeding you shots though, he knew it had to be a breakup or something similar. He watched as a man approached your friend, obviously asking her to dance since she checked in with you and then made her way to the dance floor with him. You drank the two shots in front of you with no chaser, making your way to the dance floor by yourself, singing along to every song that came on and dancing along to the beat in your head, running your hands through your hair every once in a while, leaving it in beautiful, messy ringlets around your face. He watched you pull your dress down a bit further as it was about to show your bare ass to the whole crowd, swallowing hard as he watched as your friend approached to talk for a moment, before walking out with the guy that caught her attention before.

Soon after, his friends approached, wanting to leave soon. He couldn’t leave you alone so he approached behind you softly, explaining that he was sober and didn’t want to leave you there alone, offering you a ride home. You looked him up and down with hooded eyes and nodded yes in your drunken stupor. You and his friends piled into his car and he dropped everyone else off, taking you home last. He helped you get out of the car, being sure to not let you fall over. He held you up with one arm while he dug your keys out of your purse, taking you to the apartment you stated was yours. He helped you get inside, sitting your purse and keys on the counter as you made your way past, toward the bedroom. He left you in the bedroom to change out of your dress and went to get you a glass of water and some medicine out of your bathroom cabinet, leaving them next to your bed. You were already passed out on the bed when he got in there so he covered you up, plugged in your phone and left you a note. “Hey, this is the guy that brought you home last night. You are probably going to want to take the medicine and water next to your bed. I plugged in your phone and your keys and purse are on the kitchen counter for you. I’ll lock upon my way out. Here’s my number if you want to maybe get breakfast if you’re feeling up to it. XXX-XXX-XXXX. -Drew”

He barely slept that night. He went to get some food on his way home, and when he pulled into the drive, the bar across the street was playing “Closing TIme” and people filed out, both couples and people just looking for a fun night out.He hummed along as he walked from his vehicle to the building. He got to the apartment and turned on the TV. There was nothing really good on, not that he could focus anyway, so he muted it and scrolled through his phone while he ate his food. He could hear his neighbor coughing next door and the water running in the apartment above him as he searched and searched for any trace of you on social media from that night. He was so captivated by you, the way you were so carefree, the way your body moved to the music, and the way you managed to capture his attention before you even walked into his space. He kept running the night through his mind, wondering if he could’ve done more until he finally fell asleep.

When you woke the next morning, you were shocked you didn’t have a hangover, even more shocked you were home in bed and alone. You rolled over and saw your bedside table and immediately smiled thinking your friend had brought you home and gotten you settled. But when you reached for your phone, you saw a note next to it. You grabbed it, read it, and plugged it in, immediately texting the number.

Y: Umm.. hello? You left your number next to my phone?

Drew woke to the ping of his phone next to his ear and opened one eye to look at the screen, sitting up fully once he read the message.

D: Wow, I’m surprised you’re awake! How are you feeling?

You smiled when you read the text, knowing he was being genuine somehow without knowing him.

Y: Rough. I must’ve drank a lot last night because I don’t remember much but I’m just glad I don’t have a hangover like last time.

Drew’s eyes widened. How in the world did you not have a hangover? You could’ve drank him under the table with how much you had last night.

D: That’s amazing with how much you had to drink. I’m even a lightweight compared to you.

You giggled at that, thankful at him for lightening the mood, but wanting the answer to the question in the back of your mind before agreeing to meet him.

Y: Lol. I was shocked that you left last night.. Didn’t want to stay?”

You bit on your lip, staring at your phone in worry as Drew typed out his honest answer to your question.

D: Didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or taken advantage of so I left, hoping you’d text or call me. Worried about you all night though.

Your heart melted at his answer, immediately knowing you wanted to go through with breakfast now.

Y: I’m sad I don’t remember you.. Are you still up for that breakfast?

Drew was giddy with excitement at that. He wanted to scream and shout that you agreed to go with him but he kept it cool, hopping in the shower and getting ready for what he considered your first date. When you all met up, you were shocked by his appearance. You didn’t expect the man on the other end of the phone to be so handsome. You put your hand out to shake, “Hi Drew, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.. Again.” He chuckled, pulling you in for a hug. “Pretty name for a beautiful girl. Let’s eat huh? On me.” You nodded, following him inside.

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kitsunefox1108 · 2 years

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ANOTHER UNIVERSE (PART 8)

And so, I'm writing fan fiction about Y/N, but I decided that it would be worth expanding his fame, and I tried to translate it into English. I'm not familiar enough with this language yet, but I hope that there won't be any serious mistakes. Have fun reading! ( it's just that my main language is Russian, so I apologize in advance )

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You gradually regained consciousness. You were in some kind of room, or rather a laboratory. The head ached, and there was a ringing in the ears. You tried to remember and understand the reasons for your presence here. You remembered the battle with Infinite and the fact that he took you. Now you have at least one answer to your question. "It's wonderful that you haven't been unconscious for more than two hours!" - Joyfully exclaimed a familiar hoarse voice. You turned your head and saw a smug Eggman. - "What do you want from me?…" - you croaked, realizing that your throat was dry and you really wanted water. But you can't move your whole body except your head. They tied you tightly to the table. - "All I want is your blood. And your friends who will come to save you!" - You didn't like that tone. Eggman didn't seem dumb and spineless to you, so he's clearly planning to do something to the others as well. Why do you value my blood so much? - you became interested. - "You are from another dimension, and were created with Shadow on the same colony! So why should I give up this opportunity? Since Shadow would be harder to catch, you'll be my test subject. I can use your blood to power my new robot projects that will run on your blood!" - Eggman started laughing, this situation was starting to strain you. You tried to quickly develop an escape plan, however, you had little chance, and there was a rather small field of view, which made it difficult to see the room for exits and things that could help you. The evil genius was doing something in his beaker, mixing strange drugs. You just assumed that he was going to introduce it either to you or to your new friends. You began to squirm and try to break the ropes, but as a result, you only rubbed your hands to calluses. -“Y/N, think, please, think… Maybe there is a technique here that I could somehow touch, and I could use it against Eggman?…” you mentally kicked yourself, looking for ideas, trying to consider everything as much as possible. You noticed a small robot that was standing not far from you. But he had to be touched, which was already a test. You regretted another 100,500 times that you were not able to control things with the help of the power of thought. Eggman finished mixing the drugs and drew the liquid into his syringe. He started walking towards you with a smirk. You started to panic. - "damn it, don't you dare do that, Sonic and Shadow and the others will save me!" - You screamed, trying to resist, and with all your might tried to break the ropes, as a result of which you pressed harder on your mazols. -"Hush, hush, little fox, you must be accommodating and good. You are no good for more." - Eggman drawled sweetly, covering your mouth with his hand, already preparing to inject the syringe into your shoulder. You bit his hand, but it wasn't hard enough for him to take his hand away and you would have won some time. Eggman only hissed, but he injected the drug, which caused moans of pain from your mouth, because your shoulder began to throb painfully. Before you knew it, your senses began to dull, you couldn't tell reality from glitches, your heart began to beat faster, adrenaline rose. You felt something very strange, like you were in a drunken stupor mixed with drugs. Somewhere your mind, deep inside you, tried to resist, but the potion was stronger. You still succumbed, and lay already calmly, trying not to close your eyes. The scientist laughed again, no less pleased than before with the result. - Wonderful. Now nothing will stop me from doing everything I need on you. Even your useless friends!

Sonic ran at full speed while Amy tried to catch up with him. - "Sonic, I'm… Khuh, tired!" - Amy breathlessly tried to speak and interact, trying to take her favorite by the hand, but he only replied: "Amy, we don't have time, we need to rescue her!"-The Pink Hedgehog groaned in displeasure, mentally cursing you for everything you did and did not do. She was already planning to fight you and slam you with her hammer after the battle with Infinite was over. To her surprise, the hero of the whole celebration appeared in front of two hedgehogs. - "My prey itself runs to look for its hunter." - the jackal said in a pathetic voice, making his signature pose, putting two fingers on the nose of the mask ( do you still understand what I mean? ) - "You!" - Sonic growled, pointing his finger at him. -" You will lose, Infinite! If you don't tell Y/N where you're going and what you did to her, you'll feel the power of me and Amy combined!" - "Don't make me laugh, blue hedgehog. You are naive, very naive. I'm too strong to be defeated by some of the typical roll-up moves. "- Infinite said in response, while a square began to form in his hand, which he planned to put into a hedgehog. - "Well, Amy… Come on!" - Two hedgehogs about 3 ran towards their enemy, jumping towards him.

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I read The House Across the Lake by Riley Sager, and I'm gonna tell you why you need to read it too

I finished this book about a day ago, and I am still reeling from it! I love that it sits with me. It's such a twisty adventure that has inspired a little bit of fear in me that I'll probably think about every time I swim.

Now, normally when I'm diving into a book that says things like "a terrifying read" or " an insane ride that'll keep you white knuckled the whole time" on the back with all those reviews from people I've never met or really paid attention to, if I'm being honest, I just kind of take it with a grain of salt. I like to go into things without anyone else's ideas in my head. But if I had paid more attention and had and looked at the back, I would probably agree with whatever was written.

It started kind of in the middle of a scene, a pretty intense one too, and it really drew me in. The chapters are divided up between Now and Before, with each part twisting in with the other, oftentimes making my jaw clench and unclench trying to figure out how the story is going to end.

We start with Casey, a recent widow whose fame didn't mix with the depression and alcoholism and was forced by her mother to stay at the summer home in Vermont she grew up in until she isn't always drunk. We meet sweet older Eli, the retiree who moved there full time after his wife had passes, and is kind of like the wise older uncle to Casey. There's and empty house occupied by Boone, a widower cop the same age as Casey, who was no longer a part of the police and does odd jobs around the area. Finally we meet Tom and Kathrine Royce. Tom being an app creator (and jerk) and Katherine is a supermodel who is taking a break from the game.

Casey wakes from a drunken stupor one morning and notices something strange in the lake. From there, she and Katherine make nice and a friendship starts to blossom. Casey has made a habit of spying on her neighbors though, and when it's discovered it kind of gets her into a bit of trouble, of course. After another night of drinking until she can't feel, Casey is woken at the crack of dawn by a sound she's not even sure she heard.

Casey soon finds herself in a life and death battle between her past and a new friend's future, that was an intense ride with an ending I didn't see coming. It really made me think about the truth behind myths and legends we hear about places, and how a kind act can change lives.

I cannot think of a single time that my mind had wondered from the story (sometimes I have to re-read because my mind wanders and I get distracted. Not always because of the story, and it's more of a me problem)

It had inspired a few spooky thoughts in my mind that I would love to write out one of these days. I really admire how the twists and turns fell perfectly into place and the timing of it all was perfect.

So, I would give it 9/10 stars. It was more thriller than horror, although some parts are classically scary, it wasn't something that gave me nightmares, and when I read horror, I want that. Not thrill.

I urge everyone to read it, there's a reason there's a lot of buzz going on about it. I hope that more media comes of it. I couldn't quite tell about a new movie being made about it, but I would definitely will watch it. It wasn't a long book, and it was really easy to get through. I read in chunks at a time, unless I'm so close to finishing and I just can't put it down, that happens sometimes. Do yourself a favor and just pick up a copy, or listen to the audio book. You won't regret it!

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leatherbark · 8 months

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The Melanesians

Centuries before the Spanish, Chamorro sailors landed their proa in Guam’s Apra harbor, among the finest roadsteads west of Hawaii. The yacht club, at its far eastern shore, offered a haven for small craft. Goldrush, my live-aboard sloop, tugged at her mooring in forty feet of crystal-clear, turquoise water.

Late one balmy afternoon, an ocean-going tuna boat sped through the narrow channel, dropping anchor at a short distance. Most hulls of her kind bear the wear and tear of the fishery. Not the Marinero, an immaculate, unstained prize, stem to stern. Stripped of unnecessary superstructure, the contour of her high bow and freeboard drew attention.

Shortly, a launch set out manned by three ebony crewmen and a well dressed Caucasian sitting forward wearing a Panama hat. On landing, the islanders waded knee deep to steady it while he jumped ashore, introducing himself as an “Austrian industrialist.” Tall, with imposing manners and speech, he bore all the hallmarks of European aristocracy.

The crew came from Vella LaVella, a tiny speck in the Solomon islands, a humble, amiable trio who spoke pidgin English.* From shoulder to ankle, their anatomy seemed cast from the same mold, a brawny physique and flawless complexion. They described their home, folklore, and Anglican religion at some length. Guam gave them a first ever view of contemporary life.

A friend and I thought a visit to a strip joint will round out their introduction to Americana. Their military clientele enjoyed freak shows, not at all like a Vegas performance, more gross than erotic.

“No, no! So bad, so bad!” they repeated, covering their faces, torsos stretched taunt. After five minutes, we left, ashamed of corrupting our guests’ innocence. They never mentioned this incident again. Weeks passed, the skipper returned from Austria, and they put to sea.

I sold Goldrush and departed for Manila. Months later, while living on a friend’s ketch moored in the bay, I spied them motoring to the breakwater, hailed them down, and had a long talk over warm beer.

No longer smiling, affable characters, Manila’s notorious waterfront degraded these poor wretches, crushing their very souls to bits with every manner of debauchery. Raw red bruises swelled a face. Another on the mend from STD. Each robbed by gangs prowling the docks. Not accustomed to liquor, they reveled in drunken stupor, masculine prowess, now lost to fast food and inactivity.

Standing before the pitiful group, I wonder if our initiation to Guam sent them down the road to Perdition? At the least, it pointed them in that direction.

*Hey, no banging boat belong me!”

Keith Gum

Amadeo, Philippines

September, 2023

#drawing #sketch #reading #artists on tumblr #my writing #literature #painting #spilled ink

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bladedwoe · 1 year

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honorhearted asked : 🌿 *snorts* Cuz I'm curious if this would be another form of manipulation or not (but you don't have to answer unless you want to!).

Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse. / @honorhearted -- still accepting

𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬. It never stopped and there were no breaks even when the cold weather persisted, and Astrid found herself in Washington’s camp. Her goal was not to spot Mr. Tallmadge in a crowd this time, the target didn’t require this, but instead, her job was to kill an entirely different man. One lowly soldier, she assumed, was the brunt of someone’s ire.

She watched from beside a tent before moving away deeper into the shadows of the night. She was supposed to be disguised as a camp follower, but for this night, in particular, she needed to be on the other side of camp a woman would not be allowed in. So, for this, she tied up her blonde locks, discarded her stays, and donned herself as a rosy-cheeked soldier.

So far, Ben hadn’t noticed her lingering gaze as he perched around the fire with his fellow men. They were singing the night away in their drunken stupor, but from the looks of it, Ben didn’t look as deep in his drink as the rest of them. To soften his stubborn nature, Astrid might’ve preferred for him to be well into his cup, but if she was dressed as a soldier, she would prefer for him to be as sober as he could be to remember her.

In her position, she turned her head to the sound of footfalls against dirt. The taller figure in blue and the wind-tousled strands of hair were a familiar sight to her and she had to soften her grin at his appearance. Ben didn’t look as dirty or worn as he had in their previous interaction, but there was still a human, wild look to him that always caught her eye. As he passed by her, she grabbed a hold of his arm and shoved him inside the nearby barn. Pressing him against the wooden walls as her heart thrummed in her ears, she covered his mouth with her hand.

He struggled beneath her and it took the knocking of the hat off her head and the rising of her voice to get him to finally settle down and comply.

❝ I came here for you, ❞ she told him, her voice airy and breathless as she uncurled her hand from over his mouth and instead rested her strong grip on his shoulder, digging through her pockets with her other hand. She shoved away the dagger in her pocket and instead felt for the thin stems of the plant. As her finger hooked through the hole of the ribbon, she drew it out of her pocket and hung it in front of his face with a smirk.

❝ Did you miss me, Mr. Tallmadge? ❞

#asks #honorhearted #( 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 ; asks (( Astrid ))#( 𝑶𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 ; au (( Astrid ))#( We spoke all night in tongues in fingertips in teeth ; Benjamin (( Astrid ))#( sorry I'm losing my writing steam atm )#( kinda?? manipulative?? like she thinks Ben is still taken with her lmao )#( and maybe if she kisses him or something he'll be quiet about her place in the camp lmao )#alcohol mention tw

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glazelilyy · 3 years

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drunken words are sober thoughts (I)

pairings (separately!)- diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich x gender neutral reader

word count - 5411

genre - hurt/comfort, angst

format - drabbles

warnings - very self deprecating thoughts in kaeya's, heavy alcohol consumption, drunken behavior, vomiting, crying, removal of some clothes (no sexual implications whatsoever), skinship

summary - after separating from you, whether it was on amicable or less than amicable terms, he finds himself crawling back to you in a drunken stupor and hoping that you'd take him into your arms again, and you know that you've missed him just as much

a/n - i haven't noticed how much i incorporate drinking into my writing despite never having tasted a drop of alcohol before myself :P i'll stick with my apple juice for now, but wooo pain! (i might make a part two to this [either continuing these drabbles or using new characters], but i'm not quite sure yet hehe :P) hope you enjoy!

disclaimer - i want to note that no one should ever make you feel as though you have to take them back, regardless of if they're drunk or not. you have your own pride that needs to be maintained and respected and that should always come first!

the weight of the alcohol pressed heavy against his tongue.

whether that odd feeling was foreign or not, he didn't particularly care. all that mattered was the mind numbing sensation that the sweet, amber liquid brought with it.

the bar's air felt dense around his tight knit shoulders, wound from days of ceding to the overwhelming thoughts that anchored his shipwreck of a brain down to grainy, pudgy sands that drew him further underground. the thoughts that weighed the heaviest were of you: your laughter, your vivid and radiant smile, the tinges of mirth that lined each of your teasing remarks or genuine compliments, the sheer, honey-like warmth of your love. but, most of all, he remembers the end, and it's an end that saddened him in ways he never thought possible.

how he longed to pick up a feathery quill and rewrite the end of the passage; a new ending in which there is no ending, where he never left you standing alone, or pushed you past your limits far off the edge of any stony cliff. a continuation, where you'd be wrapped up in his love and warmth and one in which he'd wrangle down any stars that should catch your eye.

but he knew better than to force your hand and play pity on a drunken fool. he knew this and yet his unsteady feet had enabled the memories lined within his muscles to carry him out of the bar's doors and on the familiar path to your house.

moonlight bathed his sunken form in an ethereal glow, and yet he's never felt so far from angelic. the claws of regret had sunken their sharp, crimson talons into the soft, fleshy bits of his skin and he welcomed with open arms repentance for his words, said or unsaid, and his actions, committed or not.

before he knew it, his bleary eyes found purchase scrambling for semblance at the familiar foot of your door and though the small, rational part of his brain knew that no part of him was worthy to stretch his hand out to meet you in the middle again, the alcohol that blurred lines between the grooves of his brain allowed just this once for the id to overtake the ego just as his knuckles fell quietly against the thick wood of your door.

character-specific drabbles utc!

diluc could never handle his alcohol well. a single glass of red wine would have him slumped over in a corner somewhere, sleepy smile on his face and cheeks flushed a pretty, lush crimson to match his firey locks. it was largely the reason he avoided the shrill taste of the very same liquid poison he'd brew for others.

the single memory of a drunken diluc was one you were sure to never forget, which is why you came to the conclusion that you had been so caught up in your reminiscing that the subject of your thoughts had appeared at your doorsteps in a hallucination. surely this diluc, whose eyes drooped with an invisible weight and whose cheeks were flushed a familiar yet unfamiliar pretty pink, wasn't the master diluc who avoided alcohol like the plague, surely not, right?

his body slumped to the side, seeking the wooden doorway as a brace for his sagging body to lean on. still clad in his day clothes, he appeared completely fine if not for the flush of his face, the midnight crescents under his ruby eyes, and the sag of his usually kept ponytail; the ribbon dangled loosely over his shoulder from whatever wild locks it managed to contain within its grasps. his breaths were heavy in his throat and though his eyes threatened to shut firm, the peeps of striking red peered back at you with an undeniable flame that it seemed not even he could quench.

"diluc?" curious were your eyes that searched for meaning within his. his lips parted to respond but his body timbered forwards like a lumbering tree before a single word could slip by. your arms braced for just a moment before the weight of his body pooled into your grip.

your feelings swirled in tsunamis all around your mind and heart, yet you didn't have the will to leave him all by his lonesome on your doorstep even if you no longer adorned the title of his lover. though you couldn't deny the obvious biting thoughts that ate away at you: just what was he doing at your doorstep of all places?

with heavy grunts and labored breaths, you slung his arm over your shoulder and led him to a nearby couch where he all but collapsed, face smushed like a child's into the cushiony pillows. you snorted halfheartedly; diluc was always a sleepy drunk, but the light in his eyes told you that his mind was desperately fighting against the urge to slip into that comfortable, dark oblivion of sleep.

just as your legs moved to shut the front door, the warmth of his hand encircled your wrist and halted your movements.

"stay..." he slurred as he shifted his face outwards from the soft fabric of the pillow to peer up at you with pleading, ruby red eyes that glimmered with an unknowing emotion and flickered the colors of fireworks illuminated by the crackling fireplace.

your heart twisted and turned in the cavity of your chest at his words and you felt compelled to melt under his gaze and travel back in time when you were known as "my love" to him instead of simply just "(y/n)".

"i'm just going to close the door and get you something to drink, i'll be right back." you cooed just above a whisper and did your damndest to ignore the muffled whine he let out as his fingers left the softness of your wrist.

after shutting the front door and pouring some crisp, cool water into a tall glass, you found yourself crouched in front of his drowsy face, eyes still persistently open despite the obvious dark circles that hung from his beautiful eyes and the fan of alcohol on his breath.

the glass hovered in front of his face momentarily before he understood the silent cue and pushed himself up on wobbly arms away from the warmth of the couch.

"careful-!" you warn, rushing to support his body with your strength just as he was about to plummet back down into the fabric of the couch.

with your help, you manage to get him sitting upright and held the glass to his chapped lips, ushering him with gentle childes to take careful sips. despite not having touched him in so long, your hand moved instinctively to rub gentle circles along the small of his back as the water ran down his throat in rivers.

the silence that had once been lingering now remained a threat in your ears that pounded and vibrated with every one of his shaky breaths. your heart caught itself somewhere along the thin line of your throat as you fully processed that diluc was here again. it had only been a short while since you parted ways and thought the parting was amicable and civil (much too civil to the point where it felt like a business deal in your mind), the pain that lingered in your heart in the aftermath had never subsided and seemed to pulse and shake violently when his head drooped to the side and landed on your shoulder.

diluc, on the other hand, could barely form a coherent thought. he'd been drinking heavily after shutting himself in his office for the day and flitting through paperwork to ease the gnawing sensation that grappled his stomach with every thought of how distraught you looked when he suggested to stop seeing each other. but what else was he to do? for a man crystallized in amber, stuck in the past with no way out, his heart had been pierced by every attempt of yours to convince him that he was worthy of love, and loving. a man who had tried so hard to part the seas of his schedule for even a sliver of a moment with you, he realized he had failed the minute he came home one late night to hear your hushed cries of sorrow from beyond his bedroom door.

no, he truly didn't deserve someone as kind and patient as you, and so he let you go with a heavy heart. "this is what's best for them," he told himself as he helped you pack your things and gave all of his handkerchiefs for you to wipe your eyes and blow your nose with. he'd never let you see the rivulets of tears that poured from his eyes the minute your figure disappeared beyond the horizon, far away from his neglectful touch.

and so he found himself hunched over at angel's share's counter with an empty stomach that soon began to fill with the vile poison he so bitterly hated. yet alcohol was the only thing that numbed the gnawing in his stomach and placated the wolves in his heart. even with the tingles that spread throughout his body, he still found himself right back where he started.

diluc's warm breath mumbled out a string of incoherent words against the skin of your collarbone just as a strand of his thick locks fell in front of his face. against all your will your fingers tenderly tucked the loose strand behind his ear and lifted his chin so his eyes connected with yours. if he leaned any closer, he'd taste the familiar saccharine drop of your lips.

"why are you here?" you asked, voice feathery and lighter than air.

you'd never seen diluc shed a tear, exactly how he'd prefer it to be. but upon the well of his eyes at your seemingly innocent question, he knew he could hide his tears from you no longer. the dam had broken and given way to reveal the soft, fleshy part of his heart that he had concealed with iron cages and bars so long ago. the first of his tears streaked downwards and slipped off from the tip of his nose before a barrage followed and his rivers expanded into oceans of sorrow and regret.

there was no denying the hurt that diluc had put you through, and yet the love for him that you had set aside, carefully wrapped in a simple red box and tied with a shimmering, golden bow, had begun to unravel with every sob and muffled cry, or wordless grip of your clothes from your former lover. the guilty monster in him began to wrangle and push against the contraction of his stomach and hissed as your arms wordlessly came around his shaking body, and held him close against your aching heart.

"y-your kindness...i-i'm not w-worthy of it..." his feeble voice laced with emotion stammered out, face hidden in the crook of your neck like a small child as he hiccupped the last of his sobs into your skin.

"i know you're drunk, but don't say such nonsense," you gently chide him and smooth over his ruffled locks with gentle motions, "whether it be from me or anyone else, you're always deserving of kindness, diluc."

a sparking sensation erupted from the spot in his hair where your fingers had been and sent tingles throughout his body. though his mind had wandered on late nights, it never truly hit: how much he missed you. your warm laugh doused in sugar, your kind touch and gentle words, and the soft feel of your lips on his. how he missed you, all of you, so much.

" 'm sorry...for pushin' you away...not...being there...for...you."

you'd never expected to hear the very words you'd longed for from the man who still had you wrapped around his pinky. his choked words were hardly a resemblance of the man who seemed so devoid of emotion when he severed ties and cut down your title as his lover in the most business-like manner. yet even with his shortcomings and the time that had passed since you parted ways, you never truly moved on.

"we can talk about this in the morning, okay?" you hummed despite the burning sensation that pierced your eyes crinkled in mirth. you'd long since caged the tears from your parting behind thick, concrete dams that you prayed he'd never bear witness too, but it seemed that prayer was in vain upon the first streaks of tears that cascaded down your face.

he cradled your words like a newborn baby; his actions truly weren't alright in his mind and yet you so warmly opened your arms to him despite all he'd done to you. you were willing to give him a chance and that was all he needed.

"come on," you sniffed and dragged the soft sleeve of your shirt against the back of your watered eyes, "let's get you more comfortable." you rose from the couch and crouched in front of him to rid him of his boots in an attempt to get him more comfortable.

but his tears seemed to be ceaseless and your gentle, feather light touch brought to light how ungrateful, neglectful, emotionless he'd been. with each boot you removed, another memory of your sullen face contrasted with your beautiful smile would pop into his head and he'd find himself at a loss for words. your hands shed him of his thick coat and slid the tight, dark grey vest from off of his torso.

through bleary eyes masked with salty tears, your fingers wrapped around the charcoal, silk ribbon in his hair and with only a very light tug, his crimson locks came undone and fell in waterfalls upon his shoulder and in front of his flushed face. his hair still felt as soft and downy as the underbelly of a baby bird; bouncy and fluffy, you were met with little resistance when your fingers carded through his locks.

with every single one of your warm touches, he felt himself succumb to the ache that you were no longer his, even if you looked at him and treated him as though you were.

"(y/n)." he croaked out in a hoarse whisper, hand outstretched to you as if you'd fade from his drooping eyes should he take them off you for even the slightest moment.

you managed a weak smile and set his boots and coat aside to focus your attention on him. "yes?"

he was so sleepy, so tired, but he begged for even just a minute more of consciousness as he fought against the invisible weight that pressed down against his eyelids. he leaned forwards and gently took your hand within both of his and captured your gaze within his own like a moth to a glimmering flame.

"i will w-win your....love....again...i-i want to...be worthy of you...and your love." his words came out clumsy and slurred but they resonated in the chambers of your ears clear as the sharp string of a violin.

his hands felt like the burning walls of a furnace and seemed to hum with vigor and passion that you hadn't seen spark in his lovely eyes for what seemed like a millennia. your hearted swelled two sizes too big for the small confines of your chest as your free hand overlapped his and bathed him in the warmth of your light.

relief coursed through his veins and let loose the buckles and restraints that had been keeping him upright. diluc succumbed to the warm embrace of unconsciousness and slumped forwards, where your arms were waiting: ready for him for fall into your embrace and win back a heart that already belonged to him.

it took a lot to get kaeya inebriated to the point where his words began to stitch together and his charming persona would wither away into quietness and solemnity. it was the very reason why he'd drink until only his feelings were numb and mind fuzzy with the sweet taste of bliss; too much, and he'd fall into an abyss where his thoughts would consume him and leave him feeling like a shriveling, cold shell of himself (and that was never good for gathering information, now was it?)

it took a lot to get kaeya inebriated, which is why you found yourself at a loss for words when you opened the door and came face-to-face first with the unmistakable waft of alcohol, then the empty, sullen look on the infamous captain's face. you knew how well kaeya could handle his alcohol; a few bottles of dandelion wine and he'd be standing upright and conscious enough to be able to beat even diluc at chess.

but the kaeya who stood in front of you wobbled on his two feet, arms gripped onto the wood of the doorframe in an attempt to stay upright. no flirty one-liners or charming remarks in hand, his visible eye found yours and seemed to communicate with the bitter silence and only the faint chirp of crickets in the dead of night.

"kaeya? why are you here?"

he couldn't answer your questions even if he wanted to. that stubborn part of himself that mangled around the cages of his heart wouldn't allow you to know the turmoil he'd dogged himself through: the thick layer of mud he willingly jumped into as penance for what he'd done to you. his beautiful, crystal eye trained itself numbly on breach between the warmth of your home and the frigid cold of the outside. he was now exactly that: an outsider, and the one to blame was himself.

"...didn't know where else to go." was all he offered in a voice that sounded like it had sailed far away from his reach.

the anger you held towards him had simmered down to sorrow and a small, pulsating core of regret. your break up had been rotten and fueled by stress and arguments, and though it hurt to recall the names he had spewed at you from the very same lips you kissed good morning and good night each day, the words you had said in retaliation turned the contents of your stomach upside down.

but the threat of such an argument seemed not to be present when kaeya appeared to be less of himself than he usually was. an empty husk, a cold, void of nothingness, he allowed you to lead him by the arm inside and watched as you locked the door.

"come here, sit. you need to sober up." you ordered, trying to keep the waver in your voice from surfacing as you brushed past him and pulled out a chair from your dining table.

his wobbling legs found their way to their seat, praising relief once he plummeted downwards and found solace on the chair. you hastily swiped away at the budding tears that had found their way to poke and prod at your eyes as you hovered over your sink and waited for the glass to fill with water. your mind drifted to his face, devoid of emotion or any semblance of the kaeya you knew you loved so much. his eyes had dulled to a faint mauve instead of the lovely, vivid lilac he usually sported. so lost in your thoughts, you watched over and over again as the water spilled over the rim of the glass and floated downwards along the sides while your mind enveloped itself in a flurry of thoughts.

tossing your feelings aside, you emptied a bit of the water and turned the tap off before turning around and setting the glass in front of him.

"here, drink some." you ushered with a warbled tremor in your voice.

kaeya stared blankly at the tall glass of water as if it were a foreign object that his eye could not perceive. he limply looked up to you with his lidded eye and an expression that you couldn't quite place, though if you tried you'd guess..."confused", would be the first thing that comes to mind. you had forgotten: he often became quite disoriented when heavily drunk, and yet despite this his feet had carried himself all the way to your door for a purpose, right?

you shoved the thought aside and pulled up a chair to sit beside him, taking the glass into your hand and bracing the back of his head with your other hand as you gently tipped the glass towards his lips. kaeya swallowed generously before tapping your forearm twice, signaling you to yield your pursuit of his hydration.

he couldn't bear to look you in the eye, not with the guilty swarms of black ooze that engulfed him and swallowed him whole, nor the tendrils of regret and self resentment that saw that he'd never see the light of day again.

he'd been playing the day he left you over and over again in his head, wondering why he just had to succumb to the monsters that raged wars in his stomach and spew such dirty lies to your face. he didn't care that you called him a "selfish bastard" or "lying prick", because to him such words were of the utmost truth. selfish bastard, lying prick, selfish prick, lying bastard, they were all so true in his head. you deserved much more than he could ever offer, because what could he ever truly offer to you? his raging alcoholism? the wealth he didn't have? a chance at stability? to him, he was worth nothing, nothing at all.

"hey," you started, dipping your head a little to make eye contact with him, "talk to me."

he hadn't realized his body was unconsciously shriveling in on itself until he registered the dip of your head and the slight dangle of your shirt.

kaeya, devoid of his usual layers of charm, seemed little more than a confused child whose eye had lost its sparkle of mirth and cunningness. you hesitantly placed your hand over his and silently urged him to talk.

he opened his mouth to say something, anything that would give him even a sliver of a chance at winning your love back, but instead what resurfaced was a bout of black slime and ooze that had been swimming in his stomach from the moment he screamed those vile words and left you standing alone. he gagged on the vile air and hurriedly stumbled from the chair, rushing to where he remembered the bathroom to be.

all of himself came out in heaves just as his knees hit the tile of the bathroom. the ceramic bowl began to fill with all of his regrets and the liquid poison he'd willingly swallowed as penance for his sins. he knew so well that he deserved every bit of this pain; there was no room within himself for compassion or love, only destruction and suffering.

but even as he spewed out his insides, he felt the softness of your hand rub circles into his back and your other hand push aside his cerulean locks from the carnage. such simple gestures had his heart swollen and bursting and it was enough to smash through the glass panes of the dams behind his eyes. tears streamed down his face as he choked on his heaves and sobs, fingers gripping the rim of the toilet seat as if he'd fade away into nothing if he let go.

your heart twisted and contorted as you watched him slump forwards, exhausted and empty in mind, body, and soul. the toilet flushed downwards with his innards, bidding him goodbye yet remaining embedded deep within his heart.

"oh kaeya..." you mumbled and scooped him into your arms. you knew you couldn't stay mad at him for long, and with how his clumsy feet had found their way to your door, you knew his anger had all but dissipated as well. you planted a soft kiss on the crown of his hair and wiped away the sweat from his brow and the tears from his eye.

"let's get you cleaned up, okay?" he had no strength to respond, but the slight nod of his head was all you needed. you asked him once more if you could remove his clothes, to which he once again gave a limp nod and watched through bleary eyes as you peeled away each layer, each buckle and each belt of his clothes. his periwinkle cape and dust matted scarf found their way into a corner of your bathroom until he sat in nothing but his boxers on the lid of your toilet.

you turned to exit the bathroom to retrieve a pair of spare pajamas he'd left behind one too many nights when his hand caught your wrist, grip tight and desperate, laced with words that he wasn't sure he could say right now.

"please...don't leave me..." he pleaded, voice uncharacteristically weak and devoid of its usual teasing mirth and warm afterglow.

your heart had been scattered into pieces when he so viciously called you horrid things and severed your ties with an angry sneer on his face, but you were sure the look of desperation on his face coupled with the break of emotion in his voice and the tight grip on your wrist was enough to re-shatter your broken heart.

"i'm not-" you paused to clear your throat and be rid of the emotional crack that threatened to invade its way into your words, "i'm not going anywhere, just gonna get you some clothes, okay?" you allowed yourself to submerge beneath his depths and wander close enough to hold his teary face within your hands.

"...wanna come..." he mumbled, tugging your hand as if asking for permission.

you let out a warbled, strained laugh and brushed away the tears from your eyes as you nodded. kaeya refused to let go of the warmth of your hand, even as you padded with gentle and patient steps towards your bedroom and picked out the pajamas he'd left behind so many nights ago, still neatly folded and placed beside yours. you ushered him to sit on the edge of your bed and helped him step into the feet of the soft, cotton pajamas while he fumbled with the shirt, ultimately needing your help after getting the arm holes mixed up with the neck hole. you bit back a smile and fixed his shirt, tugging it over his head so that his head and its fluffy locks popped out on the other side.

"there you are, gorgeous." you cooed with a small smile and raked a hand through his silky locks.

kaeya was never one to shy away from intimacy, but being so inebriated he could hardly hide the flustered look on his face from your prying eyes.

you led him back to the bathroom, hand in hand, and had him sit once again on the toilet seat while you prepped a toothbrush. the minute you turned your back from him, kaeya's hand reached around to unclasp the eyepatch from his head. the fabric fell into his hands like water and nearly slipped through his fingers if not for your quick reaction time.

you'd never seen kaeya without his eyepatch, but you really wished he'd shown you sooner. his hidden eye was so beautiful; it sparkled as if it contained within it millions of galaxies, stars, and constellations. golden pupils peered back at you from within a midnight, inky sclera. you ran your thumb over the imprints on his skin left behind by his eyepatch before you whispered, "beautiful."

a sober kaeya would've taunted and teased you for how much you babied him right now, but he remained quiet and obedient as you gently scrubbed away the bits of alcohol and carnage from his mouth with the bristles of the toothbrush. he allowed you to wipe the froth from his lips and lead him to your bed, hand in hand as per his request, where he all but melted under the covers of your silken sheets and watched as you placed a bucket by the side of the bed.

"in case you wanna puke again." you dryly chuckled and shrugged your shoulders, before pulling up a chair and sitting by his bedside.

"what are you doing?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbow to sit upwards.

"sitting with you until you fall asleep, which you should be lying down for." you gently chided as you rose from your seat and placed your hands on his shoulders to urge him to lie back down.

"wait," he reached a hand out to stop the pressure on his shoulders, but suddenly felt so vile and disgusting for making you touch someone as vile as him.

but there was an odd ability you had to somehow read his thoughts, and you quickly shut them down by guiding his hand into yours. "you wanna talk?" he nodded in response and shifted over weakly so you'd have room to sit by the edge of the bed.

"can i hug you?" you asked, rubbing your thumb over the back of his scarred knuckles.

his heart lurched in his throat at the mere, simple words. he's no stranger to intimacy but the mere offer of a hug had his heart doing backflips. his arm tugged you forwards so you sat in his lap and allowed his strong arms to wrap as tight as he could around your body while you did the same, fitting together like a puzzle piece that had been yearning for reconciliation.

like a gentle rainstorm in spring, you felt the first drop, then two, then ten as he freely cried into your shoulder and pressed the back of your head into the crook of his neck. any closer and you'd become one with him.

"i'm so sorry...for everything. i d-didn't mean it, any of i-it." he sputtered out between muffled cries, fisting your shirt into his hands.

"it's all my fault..." was the line that had you ripping your head away from his neck and looking him dead in the eye much to his dismay.

he could hardly maintain eye contact, too ashamed to even face you head on until your hands gently cupped his face and turned his head to face you.

"kaeya alberich, look at me." you ushered in a firm yet gentle voice when his eyes darted around the room, drinking in each corner and crevice; anything that wasn't you.

the soft pads of your fingers gently pinched his cheeks in retaliation, and you felt your heart swell when his beautiful eyes finally fell upon you.

"it's not all your fault, i was wrong too. you weren't the only one yelling, i said things i didn't mean either." you finalized your words by taking his hand and placing it on the thin fabric of your shirt that separated him from your skin. under his touch he could feel the palpitating beat of your heart thunder under your skin.

"this heart beats for you, you know? take some responsibility." you lightly joked and cracked a teeny smile for him. you hadn't expected his eyes to well with an ocean's worth of tears nor for him to draw you back close into his arms again and spread his tears along the shoulder of your shirt.

"i-i can't...i'm not worthy, i have n-nothing to offer you-"

"i don't need anything from you, kaeya," you coo and rub your hand up and down the line of his spine, "just yourself and your love is worth more than riches and jewels or fame."

your words felt akin to a dream to him rather than reality, for how was it possible that someone so kind and loving as you could welcome a monster into your home and your heart. he realizes he must have voiced this thought aloud when you shake your head and pull away from his grip for just a moment to hold his face in your hands.

"you're no monster, kaeya," you breathe, taking the time to tuck some of his locks behind his ear, "you're a human, a man, and you're a man who deserves love. and though we'll fight sometimes, it doesn't ever mean that my love for you will waver."

he takes a shaky breath against your skin before speaking next, "can i still be yours?"

your eyes crinkle in mirth as you caress his face and turn his gaze towards you, "you never lost me, pretty boy."

date published: september 18th, 2021

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val-made-a-mistake · 2 years

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❝the garrison rat❞ CHP 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

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summary: torn apart by an unexpected loss, you find yourself unable to leave birmingham. you’re aware that people notice you drinking in the garrison every other night, you’re aware they call you nicknames, but you don’t care about any of it— at least, not until you start speaking to john shelby. he’s looking for a wife and you vowed to never love again, which makes things a bit complicated.

warnings: fluff concerning the possibility of the L word (and it’s not lesbians), brief smut, (it’s finally happening folks!!!) it’s still unclear whether reader is an alcoholic or not but we might be verging into that territory now, alcohol-based hallucinations, mentions of past cocaine addiction, and of course angst concerning grief

word count: 2.2k

tag list: @datewithgianni @1950schick @clementinesjourney @cbouvier23 @smailaway @cedricscoffin @buckysjuicyplums @belledawnidk

a/n: i am slowly running out of john gifs to use, lol. i’ve been meaning to learn how to make my own! anyway, we’re pretending it hasn’t been 25 hours since i posted chapter six :)

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Hours had passed with you alone in your apartment. You hadn’t figured out what to do with yourself just yet; you’d gotten a bottle of wine on the angry way home, and had been alternating between guzzling it and cleaning up the mess you’d made in the apartment that you’d never had the chance to clean up.

Cushions that had been slashed open, emptied of their stuffing and thrown on the ground went into the garbage; clothes previously torn out of your closet were washed, dried, folded and put away; the remnants of glass in your kitchen had been swept up and tossed and you were in a drunken stupor by the end of it. Had you been paying closer attention to your body, you would’ve noticed the ghost of Sam whispering to you, warning you that you were going to drink yourself into a coma if you kept this up, but of course you ignored it.

God, your emotions controlled you more than you controlled them. Sometimes it was fiery and free, but most of the time you hated it.

As soon as the last of what had once been a pretty ceramic mug had been thrown into the garbage, you sat back on the couch and sighed. Regret was coming over you now. You knew you needed to apologize to John before the wedding, but you were hardly in the right state of mind to do so.

In response to that, you reached for the wine glass you’d been drinking out of for the past few hours and filled it with that thick, cherry red liquid.

You’ll drink yourself into a coma, Sam whispered again, but you ignored it.

They had this type of wine at your wedding, you remembered. Before they had gotten deep into gang wars in the midst of the First World War, the Lees had owned a vineyard by the old house Esme lived in: they grew their own grapes and, if Sam’s stories were to be believed, every summer was spent alternating between getting unbelievably drunk and getting high on snow.

To you, it was endearing how much it sounded like the hot, sweltering summers you used to endure in Nevada, when you were in the process of weaning yourself off cocaine— maybe the fiery heat of summer was what drew you both together.

Back in the present, you paused and drank deeply, staring up at the ceiling of that shitty apartment. You hadn’t noticed that water damage stain before, but you were too deep in your thoughts to care.

You were sure that fiery type of emotion drew you to John, too. God, the way he looked at you when he sat besides you in that booth at the Garrison— “Different, huh?” he’d mumbled with that fucking smile on his face— it inspired a feeling so bittersweet inside of you, it made you want to claw your heart out of your chest.

Jesus, fuck. You wished Sam were here to talk you out of this pointless engagement.

You closed your eyes and let your hand drift into the air above you. You could visualize him if you tried hard enough— if you closed your eyes, you’d see him again.

Your stomach lurched, subliminally begging for you to sober up, but of course you ignored it.

Brown eyes, freckles dotted across his cheeks, that kind of sly smile that stretched across his face, made dimples deepen, had you lighting a fire in your stomach. Calluses on his fingers and that ugly gunshot scar on the back of his hand when George Lee had accidentally shot him at the gun range when they were Finn’s age.

You breathed deeply through your nose, feeling the tears release and run down your cheeks, and then you felt him.

Tough skin caressing your fingers. A voice that sounded like honey. His choked kind of breathless laugh that was somehow the softest thing you’d ever heard.

“Y/N, you need to listen to me, alright? I’m always gonna be in love with you. I mean - fuckin’ Christ. I’m so fucking in love with you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

His voice was an echo, but it sounded so real. You knew he was smiling that smile that now tore you up from the inside.

“You wanna just stay in bed all day, yeah? You can do that. We got time to do that. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“We don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do,” you mumbled to yourself. Your arm was still ghostly poised in the air.

“I’m always gonna be with you, y’know that? It’s just you and me. As for the rest of the world, fuck ‘em. I need you, Y/N. I fuckin’ need you.”

Tears were rolling freely down your face now, it felt like your whole face was wet. Snot was dripping down your lips, it was a while before you could catch your breath.

Your voice came out choked. “I fuckin’ need you too, Sam.”

There was a beat: his voice changed.

“Can you do one thing for me?” he asked softly.

“Anything,” you whispered back. “Anything, I love you, you know that.”

“I need you to put down the bottle,” he replied. “I need you to walk to bed.”

You did what he said: the bottle of wine and the glass went onto the coffee table, and you wandered into your tiny bedroom like a zombie. You never wanted to let go of the warmth of him.

When he spoke again, his voice was thick in your ears, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

“I need you to get in. Get as comfortable as you can.”

You complied: for the first time in months, your ratty blankets felt warm. You brought your legs up to your chest, unabashedly curled up like a little kid, and kept your eyes closed.

You could feel Sam’s hand on your shoulder now. Warm, like molten gold.

“I need you to know that everything is going to be alright, okay? You’re going to be happy. I want you to be happy.”

“John’s a bad man,” you mumbled out to the stretch of darkness you were seeing through your closed eyes.

To your surprise, Sam laughed. “On the surface, maybe. But he’s good. I can tell he is. Bit reckless, maybe - four children at twenty-four, that’s fucking mental, eh?”

You giggled like a teenager. “He makes my eyes roll up into the back of my head, it’s not hard to understand why he has that many kids.”

Sam snorted, and you laughed again, just to feel that whole-hearted warmth.

Whole.

You hadn’t felt this whole in a year.

Sensing this, Sam went quiet.

“I want you to get some rest, darling.”

As you drew your blankets up to your chin, you felt a phantom kiss on your temple.

His lips. Soft and full, even though he smoked constantly.

Sweet dreams, my love.

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Halfway across town, John woke with a start.

For a minute he’d thought that he’d woken up in the middle of the night, but when he groped for the clock on the nightstand and took a glimpse at it, it told him that it was 4 PM in the afternoon— he’d slept for an entire day, and none of the Shelbys had come to wake him.

Paranoid, worried about having somehow missed Black Star Day even though it was planned for a week ahead, John stumbled out of bed, shuffled into his rumpled, three-piece suit he’d worn two days ago, stuck a fresh toothpick in his mouth, and shuffled downstairs into the betting shop, distorted thoughts of possibly visiting Zhang’s filled his head.

Unsurprisingly, Arthur was there at the table, smoking a cigar and attempting to read what looked like yesterday’s morning paper.

“Where’s everyone?” John asked warily, stopping short.

“Gone to the Lees, I s’pose,” he answered without looking up. “They’ve gone to sort out the dowry for that girl of yours.”

Arthur snorted and turned a page. “You should see the size of it, I’ll tell you right now.”

Unconvinced, John glanced at the chalkboard used for keeping track of bets and schedules. You’d be at work right now, and his kids would most likely be somewhere driving those nuns at the preparatory school up the wall.

Most likely— he never was totally sure, anyway. Jesus, he really needed to get a better hold on his kids.

“Let me know if Y/N swings by the Parlour,” he told Arthur curtly, then stomped out the door.

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You did, in fact, swing by the Parlour: two hours after you’d gotten off of work, you changed into your best dress to deliver the Lees’ finest set of china to the house. You’d fought tooth and nail to come there alone, Zilpha in particular had put up a fight— resulting in the sharpest back and forth in the Romani language you’d ever heard— but truth be told, you couldn’t care less about the dowry, you were just looking for a chance to apologize to John.

Upon coming inside, you met Polly, apparently alone and serenely painting her nails at the kitchen table.

“Hi,” you started awkwardly, “This - uh - this is, my dowry, y’know, for the wedding-“

“Leave it on the table,” she shot back flatly, never looking up at you.

You were crippled with awkwardness now. Fuck, where was that confidence you’d possessed two days ago? “Is John here?”

Polly still didn’t look at you. “He’s upstairs.”

Upstairs.

“Thank you,” you replied after a tense beat, and mentally cursing yourself for your lack of grace, you placed the china on the table and shuffled upstairs.

The air up here was unnaturally still, and it smelled like vanilla. The unexpected sweetness had you on edge.

Praying that your drunken memory was serving you right, you nudged open the door that you thought was John’s, and stepped inside.

Sure enough, John was standing with his back to you, staring out of the window.

Upon hearing the door creak, he turned and almost jumped when he saw you.

“Y/N!”

You took a deep breath. “John, I-“

Then, quite confusingly, you both started speaking at once.

“God, I’m sorry, I acted like such a fuckin’ dolt, and I went about it so foolishly-”

“-It’s on me, I don’t even know why I made such a big deal of it at the Garrison like that-”

“-It’s just that-”

“I - I-”

You both stopped at the same time, looking at each other like deer in headlights, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling.

“I bought you flowers,” John put in sheepishly, gesturing towards the windowsill. “Don’t judge me, it was Finn’s idea.”

The tension had successfully been broken: you laughed, feeling warmth rush in your chest. “You didn’t have to, it’s fine.”

“Are we good?” he asked you anxiously, and you nodded immediately.

After a beat, you reached out to hug him.

“We’re gonna get married soon,” you whispered in his ear, and you saw the hairs on his neck raise. “I figured we don’t need the extra stress.”

“Are you ever gonna tell me what got you so worked up about Black Star Day?” John breathed back.

There was the smallest moment of hesitation: the words were right there, all you had to do was coax them onto your tongue.

Waiting. You were waiting, everything was waiting.

His face was so close.

Three words to say.

Just three words.

Say it.

It didn’t matter: in the end, you were a coward.

“I can’t lose you,” you whispered instead, looking up at him.

For a moment, he said nothing. There was a storm darkening on his face, and you had no idea what it meant.

“You have no idea what kind of effect you have on people,” he muttered, after what seemed like an eternity.

Confusion sprung into your eyebrows. “What?”

John was struggling to hide the grin pulling at his lips. “Ever since I saw you in the Garrison, no one else has been worth thinking about, y’know that?”

You opened your mouth and closed it, unsure of what to say. There was a heartbeat between your legs, impossible to ignore, and you weren’t sure you could verbally say what you meant.

You could definitely say it physically, though.

Your breath catching in your throat, you pushed your lips onto his, and sensing your need, John’s hands slid under your ass to lift you up.

The bedsprings creaked horribly as he tossed you onto the bed, but you didn’t care: you scrambled up to grab his hand and pressed it to the heat blossoming between your legs.

“Yours,” you breathed, and somehow the confirmation was stronger than those three cursed words always on the tip of your tongue. “Yours whenever you need it, you hear me?”

“Mine, eh?” John repeated, and you couldn’t help your grin as he found the zipper on the back of your dress and tugged it down, exposing completely bare skin. “This fucking pussy’s mine now, is it?”

“All yours, always has been.”

“Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.”

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lonely-lost-soul · 3 years

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A Pirate's Life for Me

Cover Art Done By: @fridaydev-draws and @friday-dsv (Dreamsmp x reader) Pirate Au! Love Interests: C!Wilbur, C!Techno, C!Dream, C!Sapnap, C!Quackity, and C!Schlatt

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Salt burned your lungs as you tossed open your window with a loud bang, the seagulls perching on your flower boxes screeched in protest and flew from your window. “Fucking sky rats get the fuck out of here you heathens!” You snarled out the window shaking your fist at the bothersome birds, the sounds of the ocean crashing on the shore filled your ears as well as the chatter of the dock workers. You let the breeze blow back your hair and you heard someone calling your name from down below.

“Good morning (Y/n)!” You glanced below you and grinned,

“Morning Eret!” They waved back enthusiastically their dress spilling around their ankles, a basket of fruit was balanced on his hip. “Opening early today? I'm sure your patrons would be happy to start their drunken stupor early,” She held a hand to his mouth snickering and you shot them a look.

“If that gets more money in my pocket then so be it, I won't complain too much.” You shrugged, “Will I still see you later tonight?”

“Always do dove, how can I resist a drink from my favorite bartender.”

“You can’t it’s my charm.”

“Will the both of you shut the fuck up!” Another man’s voice growled from another open window, “It’s too early for your bullshit.” You saw Eret click his tongue but smiled up at you despite the man's protests,

“I’m heading to the market anyway. These fruits won’t sell themselves, I'll see you later.”

“See you soon!” You closed your windows once more, but not before urging your daisies to grow one last time. You tossed open the curtains allowing light to spill into your cozy home, a small carpet was in the middle of your room. It was a deep red and the pattern was made of gold yarn, aside from that everything in your residency was made of dark wood. Your shelves were littered with books and empty cups, and your old worn journal sat open on your desk. It was filled with childhood memories and you continued to write in it to this day, it was easier then, things were simple and everything was innocent and new to you. Now your days were filled with sea fairing idiots who liked to drink themselves stupid, but you could handle yourself, you always kept your father's dagger on your thigh at all times. Those who were frequent customers knew not to mess with you and those who were new learned their lesson within the first ten minutes of meeting you. You inherited the bar from your father, a kindhearted man who died a few years before today, leaving you with the bar and the dagger you had on your hip. You fished through your closet pulling out your clothes for the day, your dress was a gorgeous light coffee color and came down to your ankles. The bottom was flared and had dark brown panels on the sides, it faded inward to a light green then back to the coffee color. The corset around your waist was a dark brown with light green trim, you tied it tight with a small huff making sure your waist was sinched perfectly. The sleeves came down to your elbows allowing you to move your arms freely while making drinks. The top of the dress ended just below your collarbone, you strapped your dagger to your thigh before lacing up your knee-high black boots.

You thought back to your tavern downstairs, you were fortunate enough that you weren’t running this entire operation yourself. You ended up hiring help and they were like family and you knew they saw you as such as well. Most of the girls didn’t have a family of their own so you gave them room and board, also money, of course, you weren’t a terrible boss! You opened the door to your room, you watched Cecil, the tavern’s mascot trot out of Juniper’s room. The border collie liked to switch up which rooms he stayed in protecting every one of your girls when you couldn’t be there for them.

The first of your girls was Adelaide or Addie, she was one of the first to fall under your care. She was around your age, a motherly type, sheep hybrid, who cared for the girls, and always gave the drunk patrons with mommy issues a shoulder to cry on. Her long brown hair always hung down her back, she typically worked tables, served food and drinks, and always got a generous tip from patrons.

The next girl was Judas, a squid-enderman hybrid who was taller than you could ever wish to be, although intimidating you couldn’t meet a kinder woman. A jack of all trades the woman helped out wherever she could, black-ish purple hair curled around her shoulders and some people came specifically to hear her sing. Her voice was like rich velvet and lured men and women in like a siren.

Juniper was after Judas, a demon hybrid who was naive but you’d be a fool to underestimate her. She worked beside you at the bar, she can make some mean fruity drinks, Eret always preferred her drinks over yours. Freckles adorned her face and shoulders, her light brown hair curled down to her middle back, purple horns sprouted from the top of her head. You wanted to adorn it with gold jewelry and you were saving up to gift some to her.

Yeti was a human woman like yourself, she didn’t bother with those who were rude or obnoxious. She kept to herself only really talking when she was spoken to or when there was an opportunity to crack a rare joke. She typically stayed on the sidelines, out of the scenes and Yeti liked to help Judas decorate her sets.

Zig was a kind young adult, they got along with everyone who came inside the tavern. Soft emerald eyes drew people in, and they tried to make sure tensions within the bar didn’t rise and start a fight. There would always be one or two that’s just natural, but one look at Zig and his magic words and they seemed to disperse, not wanting to hurt the kid’s feelings.

Vendetta was the tallest member of the group you had taken in, she was stunningly beautiful and didn't take shit from anybody. She was a guard dog if you will, making sure no one fucked with any of the girls in your tavern. While Zig did their best to keep people under control sometimes they couldn’t win. That’s when Ven would step in and ‘kindly’ escort them off the premises with or without force.

The youngest member here was Luvena. She was a moo-bloom hybrid with soft brown hair that sprouted flowers, her cow ears would twitch when she was excited and followed Addie around like she was her daughter. Addie took her under her wing and was training her to be a perfect little waitress, absolutely warming customers’ hearts. Luvena also loved to give out flowers, she was a fan favorite bringing new life into the tavern.

Cecil barked seeing his mama and scampered over to you, you poured food into his bowl as Juniper wandered into the hallway. Her head rested on the doorframe as she gave you a tried wave, “Morning (Y/n).”

“Morning Juni, We’re opening a little early today. Take your time I’m not expecting a big rush of bar patrons this early.” You assured her and she gave a sleepy nod,

“I’ll be down as soon as Ven’s out of the shower.” She yawned, “This beauty doesn’t come naturally.”

“Hardly darling you’re gorgeous just the way you are.” You reassured with a wink, Juniper flushed a little, happily laughing beside you.

“Just go wake the others will you, you flirt!”

Tossing your head back you gave a happy laugh heading down the hallway to make sure everyone was awake and ready to go for later. Addie and Luvena shared a room so she was in charge of waking up the youngest member of the tavern. Judas was already awake making breakfast for everyone when you headed downstairs, Zig was sitting on the counter beside her, they were the designated taste tester.

“Good morning Miss (Y/n)!” Zig chirped, the young adult hummed fondly, “Sleep okay?”

“Absolutely. What about you both? Thank you for making breakfast Judas.” You hummed fondly and Judas had a shy smile on her face.

“I slept well thank you.” Judas hummed softly, “Also it’s my pleasure. Want to make sure everyone’s healthy and alright.” She let out a little squeak as you wrapped your arms around her body, you barely came up to her chest,

“Judas please marry me,” You complained, “Your breakfast is always heavenly and you care for everyone. Please be my wife.”

“(Y/n)! Please.” She sputtered face turning a dark purple, Zig made a noise of protest and held his hand in the air.

“If she won’t marry you I will!”

“Zig! I’d be honored!”

Their entire face lit up with excitement and they hopped off the table to hug you tightly, you hugged them back and pressed a fond kiss to the top of their head. “I got to open up the tavern, you mind setting the table for me Zig?”

“Sure Miss!”

You sent Judas a kiss in the air which her face burned at, quickly going back to her cooking. You smiled eagerly and unlocked the door to the tavern, you shoved a bucket in front of the door to keep it open. The salty ocean air wafted through your nostrils and your eyes sparkled wondrously.

Today is going to be a good day.

Almost immediately a particular bastard caught your eye,

“You’re here early.” You mused raising an eyebrow,

“Heard you were opening early today sweetcheeks,” His voice was a low baritone, rough from years of smoking and drinking. Horns curled around his fluffy ears that stood out against his gruff exterior, he was a ram hybrid at its finest. “Figured I’d take the opportunity to get a special drink from my special girl,” He mused looking you up and down drinking in your figure. You scoffed at the retired man, he dressed like he was cosplaying captain jack sparrow, the gun’s in his belt just added to his costume and so did his large ruffled shirt, he was never one to forget his gold jewelry.

“Where’s Quackity?” You ignored him sitting him at his usual table, he frowned but you knew he was taking it as an opportunity to stare at your ass. He slid into the stool and put his feet up on the table, his boots were muddy but you could only control him so much. He was too much of a regular to get scared off by your threats and scolding.

“He’ll be in at his normal time. He’s not much of a day drinker, although can’t say I’m complaining. Having all your attention on me and all, considering I’m the only one in here. That being said, I’ll have my usual sweetcheeks.”

“Stop calling me that,” You scolded with a certain fondness that was reserved for the man. “You’re lucky you’re my favorite regular Schlatt,” you gave his ears a fond pinch and he bleated. He sent you a scalding look as you walked away, although the look soon fell as he got a good look at your ass once again.

“I’m your only regular sugar tits!”

“Schlatt feet off the table.” Addie criticized whacking his boots with a rolled-up menu, he rolled his eyes but dropped his feet to the floor. “You should know this by now, we go through this every day.”

“Yeah, yeah little lamb I’m on it. Judas here?”

“She’s always here,” She huffed spreading the menu down on the table. “Do you want your usual or something different? Should I get Quackity’s drink ready too?”

“Nah just stick with mine, for now, tell Judas I’d like to see her.”

Addie clicked her tongue and placed her hand on her hip, “fine. But if you’re just going to grossly flirt with her as you do with (y/n), then keep it to yourself.”

“You’re not the boss of me. Just because you look like an old hag-” The way she glared at him sent a chill down his spine, “shit babe take a joke will you.”

Eventually, people began to file into the tavern, as the morning faded into the afternoon and then into the evening. The tavern was bustling with life, Judas’s elegant voice traveled through the crowds and her voices seemed to float above the voices. Quackity joined Schlatt by his side seemingly irritated by a conversation they were having, Schlatt was about five drinks in at this point, which was much less than his usual, and Quackity on his second.

“What are they talking about?” Luvena asked swinging her legs as she sat on the bar beside you. Her moobloom ears twitching every so often as she tried to eavesdrop on their conversation,

“Vena it’s impolite to eavesdrop.” You scolded bopping her on the head lightly, she whined and rubbed the top of her head.

“I wasn’t!” She argued as you rolled your eyes, you looked over at the two men to find Quackity looking over at you. His hand was raised in the air, one finger was up summoning you to get him another drink.

“I’ll be back, why don’t you talk to Ven while I’m gone. She’ll keep an eye on you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter!”

“Good thing she doesn’t want to babysit your ass either, now shoo.” You motioned her to hop off the bar and she did so with a long, dramatic sigh. You looked over at Ven who gave you a silent nod, letting you know she’d watch out for the youngest member of your band of misfits. Meanwhile, you grabbed Quackity another drink and walked over to the two men at the table, “Someone order a drink?”

“Aye! Mamacita! Fancy seeing you here.” Quackity purred a bright smile spreading across his face seeing that you were the one to deliver his drink,

“Hey Big Q,” You greeted placing the drink in front of him, “You doing okay?”

“Better now that an angel walked into my sight,” He flirted and you rolled your eyes. “What? It’s true! You always brighten my day you know? Ow!” Schlatt hit his ex-first mate over the head,

“Take a breath lover boy. Thanks for the drink sugar tits.”

“You’re welcome, what were the both of you talking about if I may ask.” You hummed grabbing some of Schlatt’s empty glasses, an uncharacteristic frown came over both their faces. “Oh? Touchy subject?”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Just dishing out some old problems, most of which are better left unsaid.” He aimed that statement at Quackity, his jaw seemed clenched and Quackity’s brow furrowed in annoyance.

“Well I just want to remind the both of you,” You passed the tray of empty glasses over to Addie as she walked by, she took them swiftly. You grabbed the side of both their heads and pressed them against your chest, not that you knew but both men’s flushed to the tips of their ears. “No physical fights are allowed in this tavern. If one starts I won’t hesitate to kick your fucking asses. Got it?” They looked over your chest and locked eyes with one another, after years on the sea they could read one another’s facial expressions rather easily and at that moment they shared the same thought,

‘They should fight more often.’

“I said, got it?”

“Yes ma’am,” The repeated simultaneously as you pulled away,

“That’s what I like to hear-”

“(Y/n)!” Vendetta’s velvety voice called out from behind you, you turned and saw a group of newcomers file into your bar. Your body tensed momentarily,

Pirates.

Schlatt turned his head to follow your gaze and he tensed from behind you, “fuck me.” He growled and Quackity raised an eyebrow at his captain, he turned to look over his shoulder and his face lit up.

“Sapnap!”

The pirate who had a white bandana tied around his forehead glanced over at him and a smile lit up across his features. “Quackity? Is that you?”

“My man!” He stood up from his chair heading over to wrap the man in a hug, “I haven’t seen you in years, man.” You zoned out of their conversation eyes locking with a few of the other pirates who walked into the tavern. Vendetta and Addie both greeted them, but everyone who was under your care knew to keep their guard up around pirates. From what you could gather there seemed to be two crews, a crew of what only seemed to be two, Sapnap was included. The fire demon was still talking with Quackity, while the other man took in the view of the tavern, he had shaggy blonde hair, and had a few scars across his face. A porcelain mask sat on top of his head, a forest green cloak was around his shoulders, his hood was lowered around his neck. A sword was strapped tight against his hip and there was another dagger that seemed to be tucked against his side. His eyes gazed towards you and he winked teasingly with a coy smile, you scoffed looking over at Addie.

“Seat those two gentlemen yeah? Be careful, I’ll tell Ven and Yeti to keep an eye.” Addie looked at you, concern written on her soft features but she nodded. While Addie departed, you noticed Ven talking with the other group. Luvena was hiding behind Vendetta’s long legs, although a tall blonde boy seemed very keen on talking to her. You smoothed out your dress and moved towards the group of three, you eyed them up casually. The blonde looked to be around Luvena’s age, he had a shit-eating grin on his face and his uniform matched that of the second tallest in the group. The second tallest was clad in a light blue jacket with large golden buttons on the red collar. He had a cream-frilled shirt underneath and a black belt holding up his brown slacks, those were tucked into black boots. On his back seemed to be a guitar and was the only one of them not holding a weapon, but you knew better than to assume with pirates. His curly brown hair seemed to bounce every time he talked, he seemed to be the ringleader but there was no doubt that the real ringleader was the hybrid standing beside him. He was taller, on par with Vendetta in height, he had long pink hair that was tied in a ponytail on top of his head. A few pieces framed his face elegantly, there was no doubt he was the captain of the little crew that was in your tavern. He had a white shirt on with a deep low cut ‘V’ it showed off a good portion of his scared chest, around his shoulders sat a deep red jacket but his arms were outside of it and crossed over his chest. He seemed content on letting his second in command do all the talking, his red eyes were the only ones to meet yours. His head tilted upwards and before Vendetta could stop him he walked over towards you,

“You own the tavern?” His voice was a low monotone and it sent an array of pleasant chills up your spine.

“I do,” You raised an eyebrow crossing your arms over your chest, “Names (Y/n). You are?”

“Captain Technoblade of the ship Odyssey, I was hoping you had a few rooms and a table available. My brothers and I are pretty exhausted, we’ve been sailing all night.”

Brothers, they certainly didn’t all look alike, but then again you certainly had a mix of girls in your care. Your tongue swiped against the top row of your teeth, “Why don’t you and your brothers take a seat at the bar for now. Juniper will be happy to serve you, I’ll see if we have some free rooms available.”

“Thank you, once you return I’ll introduce them to you if you’d like,” Technoblade bowed his head before turning back to get his brother’s attention.

“I’d like that thank you.” You gave a nod motioning for Vendetta to follow you as you slid behind the bar with Juniper, Judas had also taken a spot sitting on the bar. You figured you’d let her know as well, considering she was another adult figure in the group. You knew either Juniper or Judas would fill in Addie considering the three were close. “Ven, can they be trusted?”

“Not too sure about the masked man, the one Quackity seems to be familiar with seems decent enough. He’s a fire demon though, could smell him from miles away, we all just need to be cautious.”

“Agreed,” Juniper added tapping her finger on her chin. “We should just try to curb all fighting if at all possible, what did the captain of the other group ask you?”

“They want a room, I’m about to check to see if we have availability. Thoughts on that?”

Judas let out a low hum her eyes followed both sets of pirate groups around the tavern, “I say if we have availability let them stay. They seem harmless so long as we don’t mess with them, which we’d never do.”

“Plus I can always stay awake to keep an eye on them.” Vendetta tapped her nails against the table,

“You sure.”

“As if I’d let anything happen to any of you, you’re my family.”

You all smiled softly, and you noticed Judas’s eyes widen, “Zig! Get that out of your mouth this instant!” She shot up from her spot and over to the person in question. The three of you laughed fondly at the nonsense, meanwhile, Juniper saw the three brothers sit at her bar. She moved away from you to greet them, you immediately could tell she was taken with the second eldest brother.

He seemed to be an absolute lady killer.

Vendetta ruffled your hair before going back to stand at her place by the door to keep the peace. You headed up the stairs to the rafters to check on the extra rooms you had, “Excuse me?” You tensed visibly turning around to face the man in all green. His eyes were mesmerizing, a fierce jade green to contrast his cloak, “Do you happen to have two rooms available?” The man held up two fingers to clarify his request,

“Do you usually start introductions with a blatant request like that?”

He chuckled a smile spreading across his lips, “I’m Dream and you gorgeous?”

“(Y/n), it’s your lucky day I’m about to check and see if any are available. My tavern is a hot commodity tonight.”

“Well, I can see why,” he spoke and you raised an eyebrow and tilted your head to the side.

“Oh?”

“It has the hottest owner around. Word spreads fast.”

You couldn’t believe this man was making your cheeks burn, he chuckled softly taking a step towards your figure. “Oh really, word spreads that fast on the open sea, Captian?” It was his turn to turn light pink, but he covered it up quickly with a chuckle.

“Touché.”

“I’ll get on that room for you and your friend. Take a seat, for now, this part is for guests and staff only you know?”

“So I have you all to myself?” He cheekily mused, he stepped towards you and before you knew it you were pinned against a wall. His hand suddenly brushed against your cheek, it was cold in comparison to your warm cheek. You felt Dream’s thumb brush against your cheek slowly, “You know...being on the open sea alone does something to a person.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” You mused pushing your forehead back against Dream’s, “All alone with only your crew with you.” Taking his other hand within your own you slid it up to your hip, you saw his entire face turn red as he stared down at your chest. “You’re probably missing a little love in your life, aren’t you Dreamy?” He nodded dumbly, his eyes still not leaving your chest,

Perfect. You weren’t going to let some pirate boy get the better of you.

He let out a grunt of pain as you spun him around and pressed his head into the wall with your elbow, your other hand has his pinned behind his back. “This hallway is for staff and guests only,” You purred in his ear before letting him go and swinging your hips before heading up the stairs fully. From behind you, Dream’s face was a deep, dark red and he had to clear his throat. Dream wasn’t going to let you go after that, I mean look at you, tough and able to hold your own, it awakened something inside him.

After checking up on the rooms you headed back down into the main hall, three-room keys in your hand. Glancing over at the scene in front of you, you saw Juniper dancing in the middle of the tavern the flirtatious brother at her side. Judas was sitting beside Schatt and Quackity at the bar, Addie was tending to Technoblade and the blonde at their little table. Dream and Sapnap were whispering to one another in the corner but still seemed to be enjoying the show. Vendetta was smiling softly by the door, beside her were Luvena and Zig both playing various instruments. You noticed Eret was also amongst the crowd, she had a brilliant grin on his face, it was flushed pink with alcohol and you smiled to yourself.

It was peaceful, and for a moment you forget half the patrons were scoundrels or pirates.

That was until the man dancing with Juniper locked eyes with you, his eyes lit up and he spun Juniper off into Addie’s arms. She giggled snuggling into the mother sheep’s arms, you heard a distressed “Juni! I’m holding glasses!” Before your vision was overtaken by the handsome flirt.

“Hello love,” He hummed, “May I offer you a dance?”

You were about to refuse but you saw Yeti, who finally made her appearance as it was getting closer to Judas’s set, giving you a big thumbs up “I’d be honored.” You responded taking his hand within your own, he pulled you out onto the dance floor and you felt his other hand politely hover on the small of your back. He allowed you to lean into his touch as he began to elegantly spin you around the dance floor, you were almost embarrassed to say felt like a princess. “Maybe I could get your name?” You asked above the music, “Since it seems you’re my dance partner this evening?”

“Wilbur Soot my love.” He hummed proudly, “The first mate of the ship Odysseus at your service. Plus I play music on the side.”

“Well now you need to play for us,” Wilbur twirled you around in a circle,

“Maybe one day. If you give me your name?”

“(Y/n) (L/n).”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

“I was right.” You commented biting the bottom of your lip trying not to smile,

“About what?”

“You.”

“Ah? Already talking about me I see? Is my manliness and gentlemanly qualities that renowned?”

“Not exactly.” He picked you up slightly and pulled you into a low dip, “I was right in thinking you a nothing but a flirty playboy.” Wilbur almost dropped you, you squawked grabbing onto his neck. He began to laugh as you clung to his chest,

“Alright love. You caught me red-handed.”

Wilbur set you on your feet hands on your lower back, you were pulled close to his chest. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“I get them for free hon. I own the place.”

“Oh...oh.” He paled a little, “I didn’t fuck up our chances of getting a room did I?”

“Nah lucky for you and your brothers, I have you covered, same with your buddies over there.” You motioned to Dream and Quackity’s friend, Wilbur’s face paled as he felt the chilled room key get placed in his palm. “What’s your little brother’s name?”

“Tommy.”

“Tell them both we serve breakfast free from 7 am to 10 am.” He nodded as you walked past, Wilbur meanwhile turned to look at Technoblade. It seemed he had his red eyes on the couple the entire time they were dancing. He held up a room key, it was labeled 205; Technoblade nodded his head before leaning back and talking to Addie once more. “Dream!” You called throwing a hand up into the air, instead of Dream, Sapnap looked up he nudged Dream with his elbow. The man was now wearing his mask, but at least you could tell he was looking at you,

“Well hello, darlin’ you must be (Y/n). Name's Sapnap. Dream told me about you, so you have good news for us I hope?”

“Pleasure, I'm sure he told you all about me,” He nodded, his eyes taking in your body especially your ass. “Got you both a room key, your neighbors. Across from the other crew of pirates. Just don’t fight and we won’t have any problems.”

“You mean those jackasses are staying?” Sapnap complained loudly, looking over your shoulder at the other crew members.

“You both didn’t think you were the only patrons, did you? This is a business after all.” You, tossed the keys their way, Dream caught it with ease and Sapnap fumbled it only a little bit. After they were in their hands, you waved them off with a flutter of your palm you turned around to go speak with Judas about her set but before you could take a step you saw Schlatt stumbling up from his seat. “Ah shit,” You knew what was about to happen, you weren’t paying attention to the ram hybrid so who knew how many drinks in he was. You felt responsible, for a while you and Judas had been trying to help Schlatt with his addiction. You couldn’t help but wonder what exactly set him off for him to get this drunk, Quackity caught him in his arms with a grumble. The man was a drunken mess, and as you approached you could hear his slurred speech and could practically smell the alcohol on his breath. “Schlatt,” You spoke carefully and as soon as you got close Schlatt detached himself from Quackity and lunged at you. His head was buried in his chest, he almost purred like he was very happy to be there, you rolled your eyes and ran your fingers through his hair. You were mindful of his horns but he seemed pretty eager for you to touch them,

“(Y/n).” He whined although it was muffled against your ample chest, “Why do pirates have to fuck everything up?”

“What are you on about Schlatt? No one likes pirates.”

“They’re gonna take you away from me, sugar. You’re my safe space, this tavern is my safe space.” You sighed listening to his drunken ramblings, you grabbed his horns and pulled him away from your chest.

“This is my life Schlatt, I’m not going anywhere trust me. Plus my family is here, they need me. So try not to worry okay?” You slicked back the hair on his forehead before planting a fond kiss there, everyone in the tavern narrowed their eyes at the scene. Even your girls were green with envy, at the sight of their lovely boss kissing someone who wasn’t them. He leaned against your lips eyes fluttering closed,

“Well, well, well if it isn’t Captian Schlatt? Or ex-captain if I remember correctly.”

“What?”

You turned your head and felt Schlatt’s arms wrap around your waist and held you close to his chest. The touch was protective and you felt your heart skip a beat, why was he protecting you, and why did you actually feel protected?

“Has the drinking finally caught up to you? Or was it the fact that you lost your so-”

Was that Dream's voice?

“Shut the fuck up.” He snarled and you were shoved behind him into Quackity’s arms, you felt less protected. “I’m not that person anymore and you fucking know that,” Vendetta came to stand beside the both of you a hand was placed on your shoulder protectively. You knew she was desperately wanted to step in and you held up a hand to stop her.

“This isn’t good…” Quackity murmured, “They’re going to fight. Schlatt’s going to get himself fucking killed.”

“Calm yourself. We won’t let it get that far.” Ven grumbled eyeing you waiting for your signal. But you were lost in the conversation or argument, the two were having, you couldn’t believe Schlatt was a pirate. He was so...he just didn’t...he was a drunk okay? That didn’t exactly shout feared pirate to you!

“Oh, are you sure? I remember that look, that’s the look you’d get before you stomped someone’s lights out. No wonder your son disappeared under mysterious circumstances-” Dream was shoved against one of the poles holding up the building. He grunted and Schlatt’s arm was pulled back ready to punch, but his arm was stopped by smaller hands,

“Pardon me Mr. Schlatt but you know how we feel about fighting in our tavern.” Addie bubbled, she had a smile on her face but it wasn’t kind, it was full of warning.

“Get the fuck off me, sheepie. This doesn’t fucking concern you.” Schlatt shoved her away and as soon as his skin made contact with her body he made a sound of distress.

“(Y/n)...” Addie murmured quietly, your father’s dagger was embedded in Schlatt’s arm,

“Fucking hell you bitch!” He snarled baring his teeth, you glared at him twisting the dagger he yelled in agony.

“Touch one of my girls again and next time this dagger is going right into your back.” You ripped the dagger out, splattering the floor with blood. He grabbed his arm tightly and looked at you with slight betrayal in his yellow eyes. “I mean it Schlatt, Quackity take him home.” The man nodded looking at you longingly, he muttered a quiet ‘Sorry’ before escorting him out of your tavern. “You,” You glared harshly over at Dream, “Go to your room.”

“You’re not my mother.”

“Then find another play to stay.” You spat, he turned away and you looked over at Addie, “Are you alright?” Your voice turned tender as you cupped her cheeks. She nuzzled against your palms and nodded her head,

“I’m fine. You didn’t need to-”

“Yes, I did. No one messes with you. With any of you on my watch.”

The sheep hybrid made a little sound as her bottom lip trembled, she wrapped you in a tight hug which you accepted without hesitance. Judas walked over next and wrapped you both in her arms, pretty soon you were surrounded by your girls and Zig.

All of them had the same mindset: comforting both you and Addie.

It was good to be loved.

Wilbur watched the scene curiously and glanced over at Technoblade who stood up from his chair.

“I think that’s our cue to leave for the night.” He looked over at his first mate, Wilbur nodded in agreement grabbing his guitar from the chair beside Technoblade.

“They...Techno were they talking about Tubbo.” Tommy whispered to his brother, his brow furrowing in concern as they all climbed the steps up to their room, “You don’t think-”

“It just might be Tommy.” Technoblade tilted his head to the side, “Guess that’ll be something we ask him when we get back to the ship tomorrow.”

“Well, this trip is going to be way more fun than I thought.” Wilbur snickered lighting a cigarette, taking a long drag, before letting the smoke curl out of his mouth and up into the rafters. ~~~

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