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Request: Have you considered Benedict falling for a friend of Daphne's? Like if they're as close as Pen and Eloise but maybe with a little less drama? I think it would be funny for Benedict to ask for advice on how to talk to her and Daph being done. Just "you've known her for as long as I have."

Hi! Thank you again for the request, this is such a cute idea. I hope you don’t mind, but I made the reader a Featherington. I went a little off track too, it was easier for me to write that way. If this isn’t what you were looking for, I’m happy to take another request or alter this one. Sorry for the long wait on getting this out, but I hope you enjoy this :)

(Warnings: insecurity, middle child trauma, nothing else i think? idk, let me know if i missed anything)

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Living in Grosvenor Square certainly had its ups and downs.

On one hand, you were mere steps away from your best friends. The Bridgertons lived right across the street, and you could visit them practically whenever you wanted. On the other hand—the not so nice hand—your family is the Featherington’s. Which isn’t an inherently bad thing. You loved your family, and could ignore most of the negatives. It just certainly has its pitfalls, being a Featherington daughter.

The Featherington’s—while rich and somewhat dignified—aren’t considered to be the most respectable of families. There wasn’t any one main reason why members of the ton didn’t much like your family, they just didn’t.

It wasn’t a personal grudge with you they had. In fact, you were quite liked by the ton.

More often than not, however, they didn’t pay much attention to you. It was easy to forget you were there when the rest of your family was the center of attention.

You were born soon after Phillipa but before Penelope, making you a middle child.

Your Mother seemed to connect with her eldest far more than her youngest, and that put a strain on your relationship. Not only that, you were much more akin to Penelope, having a lot more in common with her than your older sisters and your Mother combined. You were a bit of a wallflower, like Penelope, and it was a hard trait for your Mother to get past.

It wasn’t all negatives, though.

One of the biggest perks of being a Featherington was the fact that you lived directly across from the Bridgertons. You had spent most of your life over at their residence since the day you developed the ability to walk.

And, subsequently, the ability to walk across the street.

Violet Bridgerton’s first girl—Daphne—was born right around the same time as you were, and she decided Daphne was going to need a friend. Being the first girl born to a family of three brothers was a challenge, and Violet thought it best that Daphne should be able to socialize with a girl her age.

By the time you were both able to talk, you became inseparable. Just as your sister Penelope had come to develop a deep friendship with Eloise Bridgerton, you had come to develop your own with Daphne.

And by extension, you became good friends with her eldest brothers.

Anthony was the oldest, quite a bit older than you. He was already a handful of trouble by the time you showed up, and he already had plenty of practice teasing girls with his sisters as victims. In your first few years, he’d make it his mission each time you visited the house to fluster you, and annoy Daphne. It was harmless fun, and it never really bothered you, although he tried his hardest nonetheless. But as you got older, he became quite protective over you. It was like you were another sister to him, and you definitely bantered and squabbled like siblings do. As annoying as he could be, you loved him like a brother.

Colin was a similar story, although you saw something more to him. It was easy to, with the way Penelope talked about him endlessly. She could ramble for hours, making you listen to every painstaking detail. You definitely understood her affection for him, though. He’s charming and kind, much like his other brothers, but he’s also fun and witty. Daphne tended to favor him the most. They were closest in age, after all. Between her and Penelope, you spent quite a lot of time with him, and you certainly enjoyed his company.

But—besides Daphne—you enjoyed no other Bridgerton’s company like you did Benedict’s.

Benedict was different. He was more.

He was just as kind and charming as Anthony, and just as witty as Colin—certainly as annoyingly beautiful as Daphne—but he was more than that, too. He was sensitive and sweet, far more so than the rest of the Lords of the ton. He was passionate about art and love and valuing the little things. He didn’t care about marrying the prettiest girl for advantage, or inheriting her dowry. He cared about pursuing his dreams, and inspiring others to do the same.

Just the way he talked about his passions and values was enough to make any girl swoon, and yet he was still genuine with his words. It wasn’t for flattery or manipulation, he meant every word. Everything he did, he did for himself and the people he loves.

If it weren’t for Daphne currently holding the number one spot, you’d consider him your best friend.

He’d consider you the same.

You spend just as much time with him as you do with Daphne, and over the years, he’d come to cherish your company.

You saw him for him, not for his title. You listened to his endearing ramblings about his passions because you genuinely enjoyed hearing about them, not because you felt obligated to listen. You treated him like a person, not a prize to be won. It was all he could ask for in a best friend.

But that’s just it. That’s all you were to him. A best friend.

He was so sure that was all you’d ever be. Perhaps one day you’d be his sister in law, considering how close Penelope and Colin had gotten. You’d be family, and that was alright with him. It was what he expected. And then the unexpected happened.

He started falling.

—

The first time he noticed his feelings for you had shifted was the evening of a ball the Queen was throwing.

You’d come over early to get dressed with Daphne, wanting to help make sure she was perfect. She had finally revealed to you her ruse she was sharing with the Duke, you being the first person outside of their agreement to know. You were shocked at first, but as you listened to her speak, you gave her a knowing smile.

“You love him.”

Her eyes widened in shock, her cheeks blushing a rosy pink. “What? Why would you say that?”

“You love him,” you said again, smiling gently at her. “I’ve never seen you speak with such passion. With the way you talk about him, there’s no other possibility. One couldn’t possibly think that highly of another without feelings being involved—”

“You speak of my brother like that,” Daphne interrupted, chuckling when you swallowed your words.

You chose to ignore her statement, continuing to advise her on the best course of action for how to get through the remainder of her agreed upon days with the Duke. If the way he looked at her without her knowing was of any consequence, you were sure he felt the same way about her. All she had to do was make him see that.

When it was time to leave for the ball, all the Bridgerton’s piled into carriages. Daphne was hurried out the door, and she left with her Mother and Anthony, leaving you behind. When you tried to head back home to be escorted by your family, Benedict stopped you.

He had opened and closed his mouth a few times before he was able to choke out any words. Normally, he found it pretty easy to talk to you. But for some reason, the sight of you standing by his front door made his knees weak.

“I’m afraid they’ve already left,” he finally said, stopping you at the door. “They must have assumed you’d be accompanied by us.”

You groaned, feeling a pit form in your stomach. “I have no other way to get there. I promised Daphne I’d be there for her. Pen, too. She seemed quite nervous about attending tonight.”

“Not to worry,” he smiled, offering you his arm. “You can ride with me.”

You sighed in relief, thanking him profusely. “Well, aren’t you a lifesaver? Thank you, Benedict.”

“Of course,” he nodded, helping you into the carriage.

As you settled into your seat, a thought occurred to you. “Benedict…why are you still here? Not that I’m not grateful, but I don’t understand. You’ve been talking about going to the palace for days to see the Queen’s gallery. I would have expected you to be the first one out the door. But here you are.”

He was quiet for a moment as he took in your words, his eyes softening on you.

There were many things he could have said to you to easily explain it away. I’ll see the gallery soon anyways, or, I promised my Mother and yours that I’d make sure you got there safely. Numerous excuses he could have come up with to satisfy your curiosity, and yet, all that was coming to mind was, I can see the gallery another time, but I may never get to see you alone and sitting in front of me looking this beautiful with your undivided attention again, and I won’t pass up on the opportunity for anything.

“I don’t know,” he finally said as he shrugged his shoulders, feigning innocence. “But here I am.”

—

He didn’t truly acknowledge his feelings for you until months later, after attempting to ignore it for so long.

The second time he noticed was when he found out that the only reason he got into art school was because Anthony made a sizable donation to the Academy.

You had found him alone during yet another ton gathering, sulking on the edge of the party. Daphne had already gone home to Simon, and wouldn’t return for some time. Besides Penelope—and occasionally Eloise—Benedict was one of the only people you actually liked enough to be around. And seeing as both Penelope and Eloise were nowhere to be found, Benedict was your only hope.

You just hadn’t expected to find him nearly in tears, anxiously tugging at the cufflinks at the bottom of his sleeve.

It didn’t take much to get him to spill, and you found yourself pulling him inside to keep him away from prying eyes while he was in such a state. He told you all about Anthony’s meddling, and you knew it had crushed his heart to find out that he hadn’t actually achieved anything on his own.

“I know he did it out of the good of his heart…but I wish he hadn’t done it at all.”

He brought his hands up to cover his face, groaning into them. You reached for his wrists and tried to pull them away, but he wouldn’t budge. He finally relented when you said his name softly, letting you take his hands in yours.

“Benedict, it doesn’t matter how you got in. You’re an incredible artist, that’s all that matters,” you said softly, squeezing his hand in yours.

He shook his head, sighing in frustration. “I’m not. My work is child’s play compared to the other artists at the Academy. They all knew why I had even been given a spot in the first place. I’m an imposter, Y/N. A fraud. It was humiliating.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, darling,” you lightly chuckled, your smile fading when his defeated look didn’t waver.

“Alright, that’s it. Fess up. This can’t be all that’s bothering you. I know you, and I know you’re not one to give up that easily. You’ve been flustered all week, so what is it? You can tell me. Not that I have anyone to tell, but I won’t tell. I promise.”

His eyes softened on you as you spoke, and you could feel his grip on your hand get tighter. “I just…I’m tired.”

“Of what?”

“Of being second.”

You frowned, swiping your thumb across the back of his hand. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s just something Anthony said,” he murmured, keeping his eyes on your joined hands. “How I may be the second son, but that it doesn’t mean I am any less required to do my duties to the family. It’s rich coming from him. I’ve been second to him literally my entire life, and he’s only recently started taking his role seriously. I’ve played Father’s role since his passing. Isn’t it just my luck that he’s getting the credit for it?”

“You may be second to him in birth, but that is the only way you’re second. You’re every bit as good as him, Benedict,” you said firmly, but you weren’t sure if your words were sinking in.

He was uncharacteristically quiet, though his grip on your hands hadn’t wavered. His eyes were still on the floor, and his shoulders were shaking as he took uneven breaths.

“I know what that feels like, you know,” you finally said, making him glance up at you. “I’m a Featherington. A middle child at that, and it’s no secret my Mother favors my older sisters.”

Benedict let out a small laugh, shaking his head. “She’s wrong to. I don’t mean to be rude, but you and Pen are worlds more interesting and gracious than your sisters. The eldest, at least.”

“You don’t even know them,” you said in shock, but you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, too.

“I don’t need to. You’re the only one I’m interested in knowing. Middle child or not.”

You couldn’t help but smile, although his kind words weren’t enough. The more you thought about just how second to the world you were, the more your smile faded.

“It’s not just being the middle child,” you continued, speaking softly. “I love your sister more than almost anything in this whole world, but I have always been second to her, too. She was the diamond of the season the second she was let out of leading strings, and now she’s my Duchess. I’m so happy for her, but it does put a damper on your confidence. Watching your best friend grow into this person everyone loves, and it’s like she didn’t even try.”

“Y/N—”

“Sometimes I feel awful, thinking this way. I know she tried, I was there for her every time she’d get overwhelmed. But she made it look so easy. I don’t know how she did it,” you rambled, taking a shuddering breath as you stopped yourself from speaking.

Benedict’s eyes softened on you as you spoke, making you want to shrink away from his gaze. He was being kind, and you didn’t know if it was genuine or not. If he was faking it for your sake, that was much worse than his actual pity.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make this about me, let’s get back to you—”

“Y/N,” he said again, this time effectively silencing you. “You can’t possibly feel that way.”

It was your turn to look at the floor. “Why shouldn’t I? It’s true.”

“That is the furthest thing from the truth,” he said gently, taking your hand. “You’re every bit as good as my sister. I know she makes things look easy, but she spoke just as highly of you as you do of her.”

You raised a brow. “Really?”

“Really. She used to tell me how kind you were to her, even after Lady Whistledown printed her supposed scandals. You were never judgemental.”

“I have no right to judge anyone, especially not her. She’s never said a bad thing about anyone, it isn’t right that people just took a scandal sheet as truth. And, if anything, she was kind to me. She, Eloise, Colin, and you are pretty much the only members of the ton that treat me like a normal person and not an outcast because of who my family is.”

Benedict smiled, squeezing your hand. “I would never dream of treating you any other way.”

You fought the flush that crept up to your cheeks, feeling the heat settle in them. You cleared your throat, shaking your head.

“Anyway,” you smiled, meeting his eyes. “I don’t mean to keep you away. Should we go back to the party? Someone may be looking for you. You’re quite popular, you know.”

Benedict couldn’t help but smile. And as he watched you look up at him through gentle eyes and an open heart, he couldn’t bring himself to move. It was like his feet were stuck to the floor, and he didn’t want to do anything to pull them up. He shook his head, keeping his hand in yours.

“No,” he finally answered, taking a seat. “Let them look. I’d much rather spend my evening with you. If you’ll allow me to, that is.”

You shook your head, taking a seat next to him. “I’ve got nowhere I’d rather be.”

—

The third time he noticed was when you, Daphne, and he accompanied Penelope and Colin to promenade throughout the square. She and Simon had come to visit, and she wanted to spend time with you and her family.

This time, he couldn’t ignore his feelings.

You followed behind Colin and Penelope, giving them enough room to speak privately without feeling like their older siblings were on their backs. You smiled as you watched Penelope look up at him, Colin being as gentlemanly as ever.

“It took him long enough,” you said, making Benedict chuckle.

“I thought he’d never figure it out.”

“Me either,” you agreed, grinning as you watched Colin smile down at your sister. “I should bash him over the head. I’ve listened to Pen spend countless hours rambling on about how utterly oblivious Colin can be. He owes me a debt.”

“He isn’t the only oblivious person I know,” Daphne piped in, making your eyes widen.

You had told her countless times about your feelings for Benedict, and how he never seemed to reciprocate them.

What you didn’t know is that he had done the same, on more than one occasion going to his siblings for advice on how to address them. Pushing them down until he couldn’t feel them seemed to be working, at least until now. And as far as he knew, you didn’t reciprocate his feelings either.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said nervously, silently pleading with her to drop the subject.

“Neither do I,” Benedict added, making Daphne chuckle.

She just grinned, ever so slightly raising a brow. “I mean Anthony, of course. It took him quite a while to realize that what he felt for Kate was much more than rivalry. I practically had to beg it out of him.”

“You’re a little matchmaker, aren’t you?” You asked, smiling at her. “Who’s next? Eloise, perhaps?”

“Perhaps…you?”

You immediately stilled, making them stop, too. “Me?”

“Don’t look so surprised, Y/N. You’ve been my best friend for ages, and I know what’s good for you. You’re lonely. And as awful as it is, the ton will start to talk. If the only people you talk to outside of your own family are Benedict and I, they’ll begin to notice.”

You frowned, nodding. She was right. Harsh, but right. The threat of becoming a spinster was looming over your head every season, and it had only gotten worse after Daphne married in her first season. Your second season came and went, and you were now in your third.

Without any prospects.

And it was looking like your baby sister was going to beat you to the punch as well. You were silent, a small frown on your face.

Thankfully, Benedict broke the silence. Just the thought of you marrying someone—especially someone who didn’t deserve you—made his skin crawl. He felt like he could keel over, and by the look on your face, he could tell you were feeling similarly. He couldn’t keep himself from turning you away from Daphne’s advice.

“Why settle?” He asked cautiously, giving you a sympathetic look. “Don’t let the ton pressure you. You’ll know when it’s the right time.”

You had fully made it around the square, now back in front of your house. Penelope was saying goodbye to Colin, at least for the moment. His Mother invited you and Penelope to dinner to welcome Simon and Daphne home, and so they’d see each other again in mere hours.

You gave Benedict a grateful smile, nodding. “You’re right. Thank you. If you’ll excuse me, I think it’s time to pull our siblings apart before they actually become attached at the hip. Mother wants us home before we join you later.”

Daphne chuckled, taking your hands in hers. “I think you’re right. I’ll see you soon, dearest.”

You squeezed her hands in yours, before going to gather your sister. You gave Colin a knowing smile, turning and heading inside with your sister in tow. The Bridgerton’s did the same, filing into their house one by one.

The second Benedict shut the door behind him, he collapsed against it, groaning. “What was all that for, Daph?”

“What? I was simply giving you both a little nudge. God knows you needed one. You’re even worse than Colin was, brother.”

“I don’t need a nudge. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

Colin laughed, taking off his coat as he headed up the stairs. “I could hear your stuttering. It was laughable.”

“Oh, piss off,” Benedict pouted, waving away Colin as he chuckled the rest of the way up the stairs.

Daphne offered him a small smile, letting out a sigh. She took his arm, leading them to the sitting room. After promptly sitting down, she gave him an expectant look, and he reluctantly sat next to her.

“Out with it,” she urged. “Why did our conversation with Y/N bother you so?”

“I don’t know,” he huffed, shaking his head.

Daphne narrowed her eyes, speaking gently but firmly. “You do know, Benedict. Admit it. You feel something for her.”

“Does it matter? She doesn’t feel the same way.”

“How could you possibly know that?” Daphne exasperatedly asked, nearly bursting at the seams.

She knew of both your affections for each other, and yet, she couldn’t bring herself to tell either of you about the other. It didn’t feel right, going behind the other’s back. She had decided the moment she knew of each of your feelings to let the matter run its own course. What she hadn’t anticipated was it taking this long.

It was getting near impossible to keep the secret, and she decided a little meddling was excusable.

“She’s never said anything to me that would allude to her feeling anything for me. What would you have me do? Ask her directly?”

“There’s an idea,” Daphne shrugged.

Benedict sighed, trying to shove down the anxiety he felt at the thought of confronting you. “You saw me out there. I wouldn’t even know where to start. How do I talk to her?”

“You’ve known her as long as I have, brother. She’s your best friend! Just talk to her. She’ll understand, I promise. She won’t hurt your feelings if that’s what you’re worried about. You know she won’t.”

“Then why do I feel like I’m going to be sick at the mere thought of talking to her about it?”

Daphne smiled, her eyes softening. “Because you love her.”

Benedict’s shoulders fell, like Daphne just saying it out loud was the first time he was admitting it to himself. Like his feelings hadn’t fully sunk in, and now they were hitting him all at once like a freight train. It was a realization for him, and it both excited and terrified him at the same time. His emotion was clear on his face as his mouth fell open, making Daphne’s smile widen.

“Don’t worry, brother,” she reassured him. “It will all work out. I truly believe that. Take the afternoon to yourself, and keep your mind off of it till dinner. You’ll know the right thing to say when it’s time.”

—

That evening, you returned to the Bridgerton’s residence with Penelope.

The family gathered in the sitting room before dinner was ready, but Daphne pulled you away before you could follow. She took you all the way to the backyard, sitting down on the swing. She motioned for you to follow, and you took a seat on the swing next to her.

“I wanted to apologize about earlier,” she said softly. “I saw your face, I know I upset you. That wasn’t my intention, and I hope you can forgive me.”

You shook your head. “Don’t apologize. I needed to hear it. I might not like it, but I needed to hear it.”

“It hurt, Y/N. You don’t have to minimize that to spare my feelings. It’s alright to admit it. Do you…do you want to talk about it? I think there’s something more to it that’s bothering you, love.”

She was right.

Of course she was, she was always right. You sighed, turning to look back through the window into the house. You could see Penelope standing with the rest of the family, laughing at something Colin was telling her. He was smiling down at her like she had hung every star in the sky, just so he could have the chance to watch them sparkle. It was beautiful.

And it was painful.

“I just,” you started, keeping your eyes on Penelope. “I’m happy for her. I’m so happy for her. But I’m feeling a bit left behind.”

Daphne took your hand, leaning closer. “What do you mean?”

“I feel so selfish saying this, but…it’s what I want. She’s getting all that I want. All my life, I’ve wanted what you and your family have. You’re all so loved, and you love each other so deeply. Pen deserves that, I want her to have that. And I have no doubt that by the end of the season, she’ll have it. She’ll marry Colin, and officially be a Bridgerton. Part of the family. But she won’t be mine anymore. And I won’t be hers.”

Daphne frowned, squeezing your hand in hers. She turned you to meet her eyes, giving you a knowing look.

“I have a feeling this has more to do with a certain brother of mine. And I don’t mean Colin.”

You frowned, and she knew she was right.

“This is about Benedict. With Penelope being with Colin, it’s a reminder that you’re not with him. And you want to be with him.”

You couldn’t deny your feelings any longer. “I do. God, I really do. But it’s more than that. I want to be his family. I want to be your family.”

“And you’ve had to silently watch Penelope get what you’ve been waiting for,” Daphne said in realization, her heart breaking when you nodded.

Daphne stood up, pulling you with her. She wrapped you into a tight hug, refusing to relent until you hugged her back. You sighed in frustration, letting her gently rock you back and forth.

“Y/N,” she said softly, pulling away. “You’re already my sister. Regardless of who you end up with, whether it’s my brother or not. Wherever you end up, it doesn’t matter. You will always be my sister. You never have to worry about that. Not ever.”

You smiled softly, squeezing her hands. Just as you opened your mouth to speak, a throat cleared behind you. You quickly turned to see Benedict standing at the door.

“Mother told me to come collect you both. Dinner will be soon. Daph, Simon is asking after you.”

Daphne nodded, turning back to you. “Come along, then.”

“Actually,” Benedict interrupted, his eyes falling on you. “Could I have a moment alone with Y/N, please? If it’s alright with you.”

“Of course,” you said nervously, nodding towards Daphne.

Daphne smiled, nodding back. She patted Benedict on the shoulder as she headed back inside, closing the door behind her.

When she was gone, Benedict gave you a sheepish smile. He motioned for you to sit down, and you took a seat on the swing. He sat on the swing next to you, turning his body so that he was facing you. His knees brushed yours as he settled.

“What is it?” You asked, giving him all your attention.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

Your eyes softened on him, and you laid your hand on his arm. “I’m alright, Ben. Better now, since you’ve arrived.”

“Cheesy,” he smiled, but his heart was fluttering in his chest. “You know how to make a man smile, don’t you?”

“I didn’t think I was doing anything in particular,” you shrugged.

Benedict’s smile widened, and he couldn’t help but ponder his feelings for you. From the moment he found you alone on his doorstep, to when you took care of him at his lowest. From the way you treated his family, to the selflessness you never failed to put before your own wishes. From the way you made him feel, to the way he so desperately hoped you felt. He couldn’t stop himself from confessing, hoping his words wouldn’t come back to haunt him.

“I have to tell you something,” he murmured, taking a shuddering breath after he realized what he said, and what he was about to do.

You nodded. “What is it?”

“I think—and in case this is a huge mistake on my part, please forgive me—but, I think…I think I’m in love with you.”

You stiffened, standing up from the swing. “What?”

“I,” he stuttered, standing up as well. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was—”

You cut him off, taking his hands in yours. “Say it again.”

Benedict’s eyes widened, and you had caught him at a loss for words. He felt like you had punched him in the gut, sending him to his knees. But he nodded, squeezing your hands in his.

“I love you,” he said again, softer this time as he looked at you through gentle eyes. “I’ve loved you from the moment you got into that carriage with me, and I’ve loved you every moment since. I love you.”

Your shoulders fell, and you could feel the tears welling in your eyes. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, clinging tightly to his hands. You felt like your knees could give out, and the only thing holding you up was him.

“You’re not lying? You’re serious?”

Benedict almost laughed, nodding. “Yes, Y/N. I’m serious. Do you really think I would jest about this?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as well, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth. “All that time. All that time, and you couldn’t tell me? You certainly waited long enough.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand, darling,” he said, cocking his head in confusion.

You were starting to worry him now, concern written all over his face. It made your heart clench in your chest.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. You were so happy, you couldn’t help but hold him close, smiling wider when you felt his arms wrap around your waist, despite his confusion. You held him tight, standing up on your toes so he could hear you loud and clear.

“I love you too, Benedict.”

He instantly pulled away, holding you back at arms length. “You what?”

“I love you,” you said again, taking his hands. “And I’ve been waiting ages for the day you’d finally tell me you felt the same. I never thought I’d hear you say the words, but I am so happy that you did.”

It was his turn to ask. “You’re serious? This isn’t a joke?”

You shook your head, and he squeezed your hands. You brought one of your joined hands up to press a kiss to the back of his, smiling up at him.

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”

—

A/N - Hi! I’m so sorry this took so long, it took me a long time to figure out what I wanted to write. Not sure why this one was so difficult, but I finished it! I hope you enjoyed it :)

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New Year, New You Part 8

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x f!reader

Personal Trainer AU

9k words

CW: dubcon!, dark fic, dark content, obsessive behavior, dirty talk, explicit language, E rated, NSFW, smut, 18+, mature themes, gaslighting

Part 1, 7, 9

You grill him with questions, demanding him to explain to you what he’s talking about. It seems obvious to you that he knows something he’s not letting on. The words fly from your mouth in a panic. “What do you mean it’s not safe? What are you talking about, Johnny? Explain!”

You see him get a little heated, a reaction you hadn’t expected, in fact the whole exchange following your inquisitions is so out of left field that it renders you speechless.

“Obviously hen, ye were a victim of a crime last night. Do ye nae see that?” You hadn’t seen that, it was so hard to remember anything about last night that drawing any kind of conclusion had so far been beyond you.

He sees it starting to click and continues, striking while the irons hot. “How many times in the past have ye gotten black out drunk, bonnie?” You have certainly had your fair share of ragers but black out drunk? To the point of almost total memory loss? Never.

“Did ye really think wakin’ up an’ nae bein’ able tae remember a damn thing was normal? Open yer eyes, lass.” He did this so well it seemed, had a way of breaking you down and making you feel small just to build you back up how he saw fit, cutting through the walls and all the bullshit to speak directly to you in a way no one before him had. It was humiliating and liberating all at once.

He sees he’s made his point. “Ah’m nae kiddin’, lass. I think ye were drugged las’ night an’ ah’d say yer awful lucky ah showed up when ah did.” His voice had taken on a kind of verbal growl, Scottish accent deepening so that it was almost hard to understand. He seemed genuinely upset, more than you could seem to get even though you were the victim, but you could feel it settling into your bones now, the unease.

Your face must be a mask of your emotions because he starts to calm now that he feels he's gotten through to you and he takes your hand into both of his. “Ye need tae understand somethin’, hen.” He seems to be mulling over the words in his head, unsure of the next thing to say. “I care about ye, I want ye tae be safe an’ happy an’ I think ye should stay with me. It’s nae safe fer ye tae be livin’ on yer own.”

You feel a bit surprised at his candidness, a show of emotions you hadn’t expected and it sends a hot flare up from your stomach and heats your cheeks. “Johnny I can’t stay.” He forces his gaze to yours, holds you hostage with it. “Why nae?”

That’s a good question, one you didn’t have an answer for. Why couldn’t you stay with him? Would it really be so bad? You’d been living on your own for so long maybe you were afraid of that change.

You opened your mouth to answer but he stopped you before you could. “Jus’ think about it. I’ll ask ye again tonight an’ if ye dinnae want tae, ah willnae make ye.” He closed it with that, getting up off the bed to signal the talk was over. “Come on, time fer yer warm up.”

After changing, you followed him out the door and into unfamiliar territory, the rest of the house you’ve yet to see. He leads you into an open living area that blended into a nice big kitchen. The house looked like it could house a whole family let alone just the two of you. You followed as your head craned and took it all in. The rent must have been astronomical but it was still Johnny’s house and he didn’t bother with extravagancies. It was spacious but also sparsely decorated making it look huge in perspective.

You cut through the space and into another room. You hadn’t really expected him to have a personal home gym, since he worked at one you naturally assumed he’d just go to work to exercise. The middle of the room was empty and matted, heavy duty, black pads interlocked like puzzle pieces made a twelve by twelve square in the center. The walls of the room were lined with full weight racks, adjustable benches, a treadmill and a power tower.

He stops in the middle of the black square and motions for you to sit. You sit, criss cross applesauce, across from him and he motions for you to begin. You start to go through your warm ups, starting with your sit-ups. He holds your feet and keeps count for you, his grin widening as you progressed.

Today was different and in more ways than one, when you’d finished he had you sit up and hold his feet, meaning for this to be a joint session for the both of you instead of just one sided as it normally was. You had to sit with your knees on the toes of his feet to keep him weighted down and he went for three reps of twenty instead of ten. You could feel the strength he possessed, the power held in the corded muscles of his thighs and calves by just holding him down.

You moved through the first set and into the next, keeping count of his push ups and even clumsily crawling up on his back when he insisted on needing your added weight. While it’d only really been a week since you’d stopped, you found that you’d come to miss this. Partly the healthy routine you’d built with him and partly his presence itself. Slipping back into it was not only easy but welcoming and this new way of having him doing it right along with you was something you secretly found yourself falling in love with.

You practically floated through your warm ups, hardly feeling the burn of them. You sat on the mat with your legs stretched out in front of you in a V. Without any assistance from him you managed a full, complete split and you couldn’t quite hide the elation you felt when his eyes lit up and praise poured from his lips.

Limber and pliant you both rose up from the mat and he walked you over to the power tower, standing out from you as you positioned yourself underneath the pull up bar. You jumped and grabbed ahold of the cool metal. You began, pulling yourself up until your chin passed the bar and then dropping down again.

It was hard but you were determined to finish, huffing and puffing by the last rep but still able to pull yourself past the point without stopping. You caught your breath as he muscled through his. You had long recovered when he finally jumped down, making your measly three look like light work as he managed a solid fifteen before finally coming to a halt.

You knew the next portion was the treadmill but as you made to mount it he stopped you. “Let’s go fer a real run, what dae ye think?” You stopped to consider it. You’d always wanted to go for a real jog, much preferring the open air of outside to the confines of an automated conveyor belt but had been much too scared to attempt such a thing on your own.

You’d always heard stories of women going out on jogs and simply never returning, their bodies found weeks later floating in rivers or lying in ditches. As alluring as the idea was your fears had always kept you inside but with a man like Johnny by your side you could pretty much garuntee total safety.

The prospect of finally getting to do as you pleased excited you and you found yourself chomping at the bit to go. He grabbed his house keys and escorted you to the door, locking it tight behind him and stepping up beside you on the sidewalk. “Are ye ready?”

You smiled at him and nodded, it must have been contagious because one of his own sprung up on his face, lighting it up and making his blue eyes sparkle in the sun.

“There’s a park just doon the way. We’ll head there, do a lap an’ loop back.” You started at a light jog and was pleasantly surprised to see him keep the pace you’d set. You were a bit worried you’d be struggling to match him the whole way, although he did talk most of the way while you struggled to manage anything more than one word replies.

It was a beautiful day, the weather was mild and there was a cool breeze at your back like gentle fingers prodding you encouragingly along. You were suddenly glad for this strange turn of events, as troubling as it seemed at first. Feeling down all last week and then reluctant to go out with Nancy, the anxiety you’d felt in the drive to the club and then somehow ending up in Johnny’s bed the next morning.

Somehow even unable to remember any of the events from the night before, something that, in all reality should leave you mortified and sick left you only feeling a strange sense of calm, like in the end it had all worked out how it was meant to be. You found yourself thinking about this morning and how he’d been almost mad at you for not being more concerned about last night, but you just couldn’t feel it.

There was eventually an underlying sense of unease that he’d practically forced onto you but it was only fleeting, like someone who’s fallen asleep at the wheel only to wake up in the hospital and be informed that you were lucky to be alive. It was hard to understand the reality of your danger when you’d walked away unscathed and without really having experienced it.

Maybe it was shell shock and you just weren’t completely grasping the reality of the situation but you weren’t holding your breath, and as far as taking him up on his offer you just weren’t all that convinced. While it was, admittedly, a problem that you’d drank too much and been unable to make it home last night, you failed to see any real danger in living by yourself.

You’d been doing fine thus far and didn’t see why that should have reason to change. You decided then that you’d made up your mind, you’d spend the day with Johnny, as gratitude for taking such good care of you in a time of need and just to enjoy it as well, it was only early in the afternoon but it was turning out to be a pretty good day in your book. You’d tell him later on when he asked that there really was no reason for you to stay with him. He’d understand, you were sure.

“Lass?” You were pulled away from your thoughts and back to the present. “Hmm?”

“I said what do ye think about havin’ fer dinner. I make an ossobuco that’ll bring ye tae tears.” You had no idea what that was but just expressed your interest anyway as you turned off of the sidewalk and into the entrance to the park.

It was one you recognized, beautfiully landscaped and as old as the hills, this park had been around for as long as you could remember, although it’d been ages since you’d been. They’d updated the playground and had redone the bridge over the pond, there was a flock of geese preening themselves on the surface of the dark, calm water.

You came to a stop at the peak of the bridge, glancing down at your Fitbit and checking your pulse. Johnny leaned his forearms onto the railing and leaned down for a look into the pond as you both caught your breath. He broke the peaceful silence that had settled between the two of you.

“I brought me mum here once. She used tae love feedin’ the swans at the pond near our house when I was wee. Used tae take me over there on our morning walks and I used tae make her laugh tryin’ tae catch one. Ah’ve taken more than one swan nip tae the arse as a lad.” You couldn’t help but laugh imagining him chasing the birds that probably matched him in size as a kid and then laughed some more as you imagined them chasing him, angry and nipping at his heels.

He laughed with you and as you nestled in next to him to stare out on the pond, just as the fit settled he leaned in close, nudged up against your side. “Ye’ll meet her if ye stay long enough ye know. She’d love ye.”

You felt a pang of uncomfortable awkwardness as he brought up the idea of you staying again. You didn’t want to dissapoint him by ruining the moment but you didn’t want to lead him on either. “Johnny…”

He stopped you. “Nae. Dinnae say anything yet. Ah was jus’ sayin’.”

You fell back into silence, a much more uncomfortable one this time but he wouldn’t let it set in as he pushed you back into a jog and lead you over the end of the bridge. It looped back around to where you’d started and it was only a quick jog back to his place where you ended your session for the day.

You both go inside and head for the kitchen, he pulls a blender hidden in a cabinet and sets it up on the counter before pulling out a litany of fruits along with a knife and small cutting board. He chops as he talks, going over your progress and performance, comparing it to your starting time and pace and mooning over the results.

He stops talking as he dumps the fruit into the blender and turns it on, the concoction inside swirling into a deep green slurry. When it’s homogenous he stops and pulls two glasses from a different cupboard. The juice makes a wet plop as it fills the glass and he slides one your way after sticking a bright orange straw down into its depths.

You pull it in front of you and take a long sip, confident in his smoothie skills at this point and relish in the way the sweet cool drink slides over your tongue and down your throat, already working to rejuvenate you.

He downs his quickly, an amazing feat that would surely leave you numb with brain freeze. Setting the glass down in the sink he rounds the counter to you. “I’m goin’ tae take a quick shower and then it’s yer turn.” He slides up close, lean chest pressing into your back and placing a kiss on the back of your neck that sent chills down your spine. “Unless ye want tae join me, that is.”

You do want to, nothing sounds better but you’re still tired from your session and you’ve experienced Johnny in his fulty, intense and unrelenting. If you went at it now you may never recover so you decline, opting to finish your drink and wait your turn. He leaves you and you turn on the stool to take in the decor. The little there is of it seems to be concentrated on a shelf in the corner.

You hop off the stool and walk tentatively over to it, surveying the shelves. There’s a few trophies, the plaques on each read that they’re awarded from some gym for a weightlifting competition. His name and the years were engraved in the middle of the plaque, he’d won them three years consecutively.

The other shelves were adorned with photographs. You glanced at them one by one, picking out Johnny’s radiant smile in each. Here’s one with him on the bank of a river, huddled together with a bunch of people all wearing the same bright orange helmets and yellow vests in varying states of soaked, they’re all holding short stubby oars and smiling.

The next one is a much larger group of people, they’re all different ages but share similar qualities, their eyes and noses on different faces but seem to be shaped from the same clay by the same hands. They’re assembled in front of a sign that reads “MacTavish Family Reunion” and it takes you a moment to pick out Johnny from the crowd of baby blues and deep rich browns. You finally spot him clustered in the back with two other young men hanging off of his shoulders. They look like three of a rambunctious kind.

Beside that is Johnny in a long black robe and mortarboard, from the cap dangles a dark green tassel that hangs in the poofy frizz of long dark brown curls belonging to a shorter stout woman. Her eyes are so bright and shockingly blue they couldn’t belong to anyone other than Johnny’s mother. She looks soft and sweet but strong as she beams at the camera. Her face exudes nothing but pride and adoration for her son. Johnny looks young and happy, his eyes reflect the yet untapped potential of the start of his adult life.

“That’s mah mum an’ I at mah graduation.” His sudden presence startles you and you’re glad to have only been leaning in to observe the photographs instead of holding them, you’re certain you would have dropped them had it been the case.

“Jesus, Johnny. You scared me.” He smiles, a deep grin that you can tell he’s a bit satisfied to have been able to give you a start, despite his following apology. “Sorry lass, Dinnae mean tae make ye jump.”

There’s a small span of awkward silence and to cease it you ask him about the first picture, the one by the river.

He lets out a small hearty laugh and reaches past you to lift the frame off the shelf, bringing it closer like having it here in his hands will give him a better feel for the memories they contain.

“Ah used tae go white water raftin’ all the time. This was a group I joined when ah started. We had just cleared a class four river fer tha first time.” You smile as he reminisces, telling just by his eyes that he’s reliving it a little as he talks.

“Do you still do it? River raft?” He shakes his head and places the picture back on the shelf where it had been. “Nae anymore. Too dangerous.”

He sighs a little, the golden memory disappearing and perhaps leaving a plume of mild gloom in its place but if it had affected him too badly it didn’t show, as his ever radiant smile resurfaced like it’d never retreated.

“Yer turn, hen. The bathrooms in mah room it’s the far door on the left.” You make your way back towards his bedroom as he stations himself behind the sink and busies himself with the dishes.

You pick through the bag on the bed, hem hawing over what to wear when you just decide to bring the whole bag with you into the bathroom. You turn on the shower and let it warm as you retrieve your soap, shampoo and conditioner.

After quickly undressing you step into the warm jet and let it soak into your skin. There was a lot to think about and showers had always seemed like the best time to ponder things. You’re still, even now, in awe at just how things had turned in the past day. You certainly didn’t believe you’d be showering at his place at this time the day before. You poured some body wash into your palm, lathering it as you ruminated.

And then there was his offer, so out of the blue and generous of him. To stay at his place with him and for what? Why? Because you’d drank a little too much the night before and just couldn’t recall any of it? While it’d never been the case for you before now didn’t mean it was impossible for you to become black out drunk. It wasn’t an impossibility, you’d read somewhere that the body's chemical makeup changes roughly every seven years. People all the time grow out of and even develop new allergies as their life progressed. Meaning it was completely possible for your reactions to an influx of alcohol to change over time.

At least, that’s how you justified it to yourself as you rinsed the suds from your skin and began to wash your hair. It just didn’t make sense to jump to conclusions so hastily. And stay for how long? Certainly he didn’t mean to tell you that you were welcome to move in indefinitely. You don’t just extend that kind of an offer to someone like that, he barely knew you. Or did he?

It didn’t matter. For now you just couldn’t bring yourself to impose upon him like that, even if he did offer it up so willingly and insistent. After dinner, you’d gently and politely refuse. He did after all say he wouldn’t make you if you didn’t want to.

You rinse off and turn off the stream, letting most of the water drip off you before stepping out and wrapping yourself in a warm, fluffy towel from the rack. You finally pick out an outfit and stick with it, pulling it on and cleaning up after yourself as you finished, you’d rather not leave a mess for him to contend with later on top of everything he’d already done for you.

You close the door to his bedroom behind you as you step out into the open living room. You had expected him to be unwinding on the couch but instead he was up and pulling on jacket, he had his shoes on and keys in hand. As he spotted you he smiled and stepped towards you.

“Ah need a few things from the store fer dinner. Will ye join me fer a ride?” You smile and nod, turning back towards the room to put on some shoes and retrieve your phone and wallet before joining him to leave. It’s a short walk through the front entrance of his home to the garage. It’s barren save for a big red toolbox and a few boxes stacked in a far corner. His truck takes up the majority of the space, a fairly new dark blue Toyota Tundra. Totally on brand for him, clean and gleaming under the fluorescent lights overhead. He pulls open the passenger side door for you to climb in, which flusters you a bit.

You scurry to climb into it and sit back into the comfy seat as he shuts your door and rounds the vehicle to climb in on his side.

You ride in comfortable silence as he drives you a few blocks down the road to the little grocery mart you’d been to on occasion when you were in need of something on this side of town. He parks and you’re glad to scoot out of the door and join him before he has time to come around and open the door for you again. The chivalry was nice but always managed to make you feel awkward instead of special.

You’re taken by surprise as he takes your hand in his and both make your way towards the entrance. The warmth of his hand envelops yours, his thumb draws lazy, soothing circles on the back of your hand and the flustered feeling you’d been feeling, a combination of the new experience of being seen with him in public and him being so gentlemanly, eases.

You walk side by side out of the car park and into the brightly lit store. He picks up one of the little baskets from a metal cage and begins veering towards the back of the store. He seems to know exactly what he needs and where it all is so you just lose yourself a bit in the moment, looking at things on the shelves and watching him as he shops.

Normally when you shop by yourself it’s a race. A race to get everything you need and get out as fast as humanly possible, it’s something about being out in public for too long that makes your skin crawl. But this. This is different. Something about being with Johnny puts you at an inexplicable ease. He’s confident and knowledgeable, and for once you don’t feel like your mind is moving a million miles a minute under the scrutiny of every other set of eyes in the building. You can just simply relax and be, let him take over.

In produce you watch him pick up three different onions that, to you, look no different but he rolls them in the palm of his hand and gives them each a light toss in the air. Somehow— that decides it and he puts two of them back and places the chosen one down in the basket.

Every time he lets go of your hand for something you’re sure that’s the end of it, just knowing the moment will be lost but he surprises you each time anew when he comes back to you and takes it again, leading you through the sections hand in hand.

You stop in the spirits aisle and grimace as he picks up a bottle of dry red wine. The front is embossed with a duck in a yellow slicker, an umbrella cocked jauntily and tucked securely under one white wing, shielding him from a shower of rain falling from a single dark cloud that looms over its head. In a bright gold scroll underneath this curious image are the words “Rain Duck”. The image is very reminiscent of the Morton salt girl you’d always seen in the spice cabinet of your childhood home.

He looks over and catches your look of disgust and laughs, a hearty cheerful sound that momentarily wipes the scowl from your face and threatens to send you into your own fit of meek giggles. “Dinnae worry hen, s’just fer the sauce. Will nae even taste it, ah promise.”

He sets it down in the basket and heads towards the front of the store to checkout. You stand in line and wait your turn until the cashier clears the person in front of you and Johnny begins to empty his basket onto the conveyor belt one item at a time.

By the time he’d finished, the cashier, a tall skinny man with dark rimmed glasses had already begun to ring you up and Johnny suddenly smacks the palm of his hand to his forehead. “Ahhhh shite. Ah forgot somethin’. Stay here with the groceries bonnie, I’ll be right back.”

He takes off in a power walk towards the back of the store and disappears around a shelf. You rock back and forth on your feet and pray that by the time the cashier is done Johnny will be back. You know if he’s not you’ll cave to the pressure of the people behind you and end up paying for everything yourself, just so you don’t hold the line.

You crane over the partitions of shelves that mark the separate checkout lanes in search of Johnny but your attention is redirected when the cashier clears his throat and calls out to you to get your attention. “Excuse me, miss.”

You turn, dreading the worst but there’s still a good amount of items left unscanned and he’s got the bottle of Rain Duck held past the scanner, looking to you attentively.

You let out a sigh of relief as you realize he only needs your ID to finish ringing up the wine. You pull your wallet from your purse and the relief you had felt instantly dissipates. The pleasantly relaxed state you’d been lulled into suddenly felt like the calm prelude to a horrifying nightmare. The clear plastic pane that normally covered your horrible ID photo was empty. You tipped it open, hoping for some horrible trick of the light or optical illusion but the sleeve was empty.

You quickly shuffled through the individual card sleeves, hoping against hope that you’d somehow slipped it into one of them by mistake but it wasn’t there. Your ID was missing. The panic sets in the pit of your stomach like a lead ball as Johnny squeezes up behind you holding a carton of heavy cream. His smile disappears when he sees your face.

He quickly sets the heavy cream down on the belt and puts a hand on your shoulder. “Bonnie, what is it? What’s wrong?”

The cashier calls out to him impatiently. “Sir?” Johnny looks up at him, with death glaring from his eyes before turning back to you. “Come on, lass. What’s the matter?” You whisper because it’s all you can muster, your vocal cords withered to nothing in fright.

“My ID. It’s gone.” The cashier tried again to get Johnny’s attention and you barely hear Johnny as he speaks very low and angrily at the man behind the counter. Johnny must have done as he asked though because soon enough you feel Johnny’s arms gently pulling you towards the exit. It makes you snap out of your horror for a moment and offer to help carry the bags back to his truck but he’s having none of it, insisting on carrying the whole load in two huge armloads all the way back himself.

You slip into the passenger seat as he puts the groceries in the back and only look up from staring at the lines in your denim jeans when the driver side door shuts and the cab is silent for a moment. He’s looking at you, very concerned and you realize he’s waiting for you to explain in more detail.

“My ID is gone. Completely gone.” He seems to think for a moment before he responds and asks if you’d checked your purse. You quickly do as he’d suggested and go through it but it’s not there either and the momentary hope you’d felt at his suggestion died almost as soon as it’d been born.

“Maybe I dropped it at the club.” A smile begins to form on your face as you grasp at anything other than the truth. “That’s it Johnny! We’ve gotta go back to the club. They’ll have found it cleaning up! And we can go get it and everything’s fine!” He doesn’t look convinced as you look over to him for validation.

“Lass, be honest with yerself fer a moment. How often do ye take yer ID out of yer wallet when ye need it?” Your smile began to fade, he was right. Anytime you needed it you just opened it and flashed it without ever taking it out of the slot, you’d bought that wallet specifically for that feature because you were so worried about losing it.

“I ken ye didnae want tae believe what happened tae ye, but there’s no denyin’ it now. Someone targeted ye last night. Picked ye out of the crowd and drugged yer drink when ye werenae lookin’ an’ they took yer ID in case they couldnae seal the deal right away. He’s got yer address an’ yer name an’ even yer picture.”

You listen to him talk as the cold, cruel hand of reality closes around your throat and the disgust of being violated in such a thorough way begins to worm its way under your skin. You can feel Johnny struggling to find words to comfort you from the seat next to you but he must not find any that are adequate because he starts the truck instead and drives you home in a silence that had on the way been comfortable and passive but now was pregnant with tension and doom.

You get back to his place and he unloads the truck as you sit inside and try not to panic at the situation you’ve found yourself in. You thank your lucky stars that Johnny had found you and brought you home now. If you’d somehow miraculously made it home without incident this mysterious man could have crept into your home while you were incapacitated and done any number of things to you. You imagined all the horrifying possibilities, each more daunting than the last as he unpacked and put everything away.

He must sense your spiraling thoughts because he calls you into the kitchen with him as he starts to cook. Chopping onions, heating shallow pools of oil in two different skillets, measuring out beef broth and flour and water in varying amounts as he practices the fine art of mise en place.

You try, really truly try not to let the fear of your predicament gnaw away at you too hard but it’s almost an act in futility. He looks up at you after cracking his third shot and missed joke while dredging the ox tails in flour and notices you staring down at your hands in deeply troubled thought.

He stops what he’s doing and comes over to the counter, bending down to lean over its sturdy surface and get your attention. You look up at him and feel your heart skip a little as he has no business being so damn attractive covered in flour like he is.

“Listen hen. I ken yer goin through it right now. Probably spooked right out of yer tree, but I promise ye yer in no danger here. I dare him tae walk through that door right now. I swear tae ye ill dismantle him with my flour covered hands before he even so much as touches a hair on yer bonnie head.”

You can’t help but smile as you imagine him wrecking your faceless oppressor, flour flying about in clouds as the impact of his blows knock it loose from his hands.

“There’s tha’ smile. Now be a doll an’ open mah wine fer me. I forgot before ah got all messy.”

You stand from your stool and open the drawer he directs you towards to locate the corkscrew. The rest of the preparation you do in a much better mood. While you had a brand new serious problem on your hands there was no need in sulking over it when there was nothing you could do at the moment and anytime spent with Johnny was hard not to enjoy.

He plated your portion and set you down across from him so he could watch your first bite. You wanted him to eat with you, a bit self conscious at him just watching you eat but he insisted he had to start on dessert before he could sit down to dinner.

You cut the big chunk of meat with your knife and fork and then dipped it down in the pool of sauce just as he’d instructed you to. He watched you intently as you brought the fork to your mouth and took your first bite.

Your eyes widen before half closing, you can’t help the soft moan that resounds as the tender meat and rich, savory sauce feel like they pull your taste buds into their arms and hug them soft and sweetly. It’s absolutely divine and you look up from your plate to see Johnny, smug as a bug grinning wolfily at your reactions.

“Told ye it’d bring ye tae tears.” You can’t even respond, just swallow and take another eager bite, this time with a little of the risotto from the bed that the meat is resting on. “Jesus Christ, Johnny. Where in the fuck did you learn to cook like this?”

His grin is so wide you’re worried it’ll be stuck that way and to your amusement you can tell his cheeks have reddened even under his nice, even tan. “Yer makin’ me blush, hen. S’just what ah’ve picked up along tha way. Ye could do it too. I could teach ye.”

You nod enthusiastically, you’d like that very much and you have a feeling so would he. You really dig into your meal in earnest as he works. His back is to you as he prepares dessert on the stove and you wonder just what it might be. Steam rises up in thin streams as he pours something into two ramekins and sticks them in the oven.

By the time you’re done he’s cracking into his own dinner as you begin working on the dishes. He protests but you stay firm that if he cooked the absolute least you could do was help clean up. He finally relented and let you work as he ate as quickly as he could so he could help dry the dishes at least.

By the time everything was done so was the dessert and he pulled it from the oven to cool as he leaned over the counter and held your gaze raptly with his. “It’s time, lass. What have ye decided?”

But with the way he’s staring you down it feels like he’s on the edge of his seat. Those blue eyes piercing yours and you know every second you don’t answer is killing him, you can read it all over his face so even though you’d made your mind up you told him you weren’t sure.

He looked a bit dejected but it wasn’t the broken disappointment you knew you’d have been graced with if you’d downright shut his proposition down. His eyes light up suddenly in a way you hadn’t been expecting like he’d just had the idea of a century.

“Play a game with me, lass.” You regarded him distrustfully. “What kind of game, Johnny?”

“I’ll show ye, come on.” You follow after him into the bedroom, a bit wary. He stops in front of the pull up bar and turns back towards you.

“Johnny you and I both know there’s no way I’m besting you in a pull up contest, I’d be mental to even try. It wouldn’t be fair.”

“Ohhh no, hen. Nothing like tha’, yer right t’wouldnae be fair. All I want ye tae do is hang from the bar. Can ye do that?”

You jump up and grab the bar to see if you’ve got the right idea and he smiles and nods. “Jus’ like that, all ye’ve gotta do is not let go. Think ye can handle it?”

You eyed him suspiciously. “What’s the catch?” You felt like there was something hidden in this that he wasn’t revealing and you weren’t wrong.

“Well it would nae be a game if there was nae some kind of a catch now would it, hen?” You swallow hard and watch him saddle closer, pinning you back into the cool metal bars.

“Ye’ve got tae hold yerself up until ye come.” His smirk widens as your mouth drops open a little, at first for some kind of rebuttal but you can’t come up with anything to say so it just hangs open as your mind blanks.

You finally get a grip enough to ask him to explain. “Well, yer goin’ tae hang onto tha bar an’ ah’m goin’ tae try mah hardest tae make ye come. If ye can hold onto it just until then, then you win but if ye cannae do it, an’ ye let go then I win.”

You mull over his terms and he just leans back a bit and lets you, waiting for your answer. Instead of giving him one you inquire further. “What do I get if I win?”

His answer is another simple question. “What do ye want?” A simple question that was complicated to find an answer for. What did you want from him? After a moment's thought you answered. “I want you to tell me everything you remember about last night and I want you to help me find this guy that did this to me. I don’t want to live in fear like this. You take me up to the club and we ask if they found my ID and if not then we ask to see the video footage of that night.”

“Hen, there’s no garuntee—“ You stop him. “I know. Just promise me if I win you’ll help me.” He looks a bit troubled, like he hadn’t meant for this to take this kind of turn and you wonder for a moment if he’ll back out.

“If I win ye have tae tell me the real reason ye never came back to the gym an’ never texted me an’ just disappeared.” You go to answer when he adds. “And ye stay.”

You sort of knew he was going to play that and even though you’d anticipated it, it still manages to fluster you hearing it.

You think about it real hard, just being around him had you more or less worked up all day, you were fairly confident that you could come quickly, even now just having discussed the game with him you knew your panties were damp. But could you hold yourself up for that length of time?

Reluctantly, you accepted. You even felt sure enough to jest him a bit about how easy of a win this would be for you, it was a decision you came to regret as he leaned in close to your ear and whispered. “Ah’m goin’ tae make ye eat those words, hen.”

A shudder of anticipation passed through you as he kissed you on your neck, just below your ear with a pass of his velvet soft tongue, giving you a little taste of what was to come.

The game had apparently begun as he stooped down to help shed you of your jeans, pulling them down and kissing the skin revealed as he exposed it. Next came your panties and they were damp, a fact that tore a rumble of approval from his chest but he wouldn’t touch you yet.

“Cannae give ye too much of a head start now can we?” He patted the side of your thigh curtly. “Up up.”

You do as he says and it’s a little late to be self conscious now but you can’t help it as you dangle from the metal rod and he spreads your thighs so you’re open to him. You worry he’s going to cheat you a bit as he stares at your bare pussy and you begin to complain when it dies in your throat as his tongue licks a broad stripe up the length of your slit. “Shit!”

He chuckles a little and dives in, resting his hands in the crooks of your knees but offering no support as he begins to eat you out in earnest. You can’t help but moan, your eyes glossy and unfocused as you stare down at him feasting on you from below. It feels like nothing you’ve ever experienced, the strain in your arms adding an element of pain that scratches a hidden itch in the back of your brain.

You shift in his hold uncomfortably as his tongue darts into your entrance, collecting your juices on his tongue and drinking them down. You want, so desperately, to be able to grip him by the Mohawk and hold onto him for dear life but you can’t so you squeeze the bar in your grip and sweetly moan his name instead.

His tongue finds your clit and it just about throws you over the edge but proves to be not quite enough as you chase it in hopes of victory. His hands squeeze and grope the flesh of your thighs and ass as he eats. You thought at the start of this that you would have had this in the bag but the stretch of your arms was outweighing the pull of your pleasure.

It wasn’t for a lack of Johnny’s enthusiasm, his head stayed buried in the heat of your pussy the whole time as he drove you towards the edge as quickly and efficiently as possible. Despite the burn in your biceps you could feel your orgasm building to a boiling point, you had no doubt you’d be coming soon but would it be soon enough for you to win?

He suddenly began to run quick sharp circles over the top of your clit with the pad of his thumb, while his tongue laps at your entrance like a bear to a beehive hole. It’s so good you can’t help but moan, low and dragging as you careen towards the center of the nova of pleasure threatening to consume you whole.

Your wrists tremble and a cramp unlike any you’ve ever experienced begins to glow like a white hot coal in your armpit and it’s beyond you to be able to hold on any longer. Your pinky finger slips first and then the rest quickly follow. You squeal as you realize you’re going to fall but his arms push your legs up onto his shoulders and he catches you just as you let go.

A flood of relief flows through your aching arms and you realize you’ve lost but the sting of defeat plays second fiddle to the massive orgasm that takes you by the throat just an instant later. He holds you up with the strength in his arms alone as you come undone above him. He spins around as your thighs still tremble and gently places you on the bed.

You are still very sensitive and your thighs go to clench shut when they’re blocked by one wide knee. He wastes no time in slotting himself between them, his mouth crashing to yours as you taste yourself on his lips and tongue. He cages you beneath him, pulling off your lips to bite and suck at your neck. His hands roam you freely, pulling at your top until it’s up over your head and lifting you up for access to the clasp of your bra.

With it successfully pulled away from your breasts he dives down and devours them, lips wrapping around one pert nipple as the other he gropes with the full palm of his hand, trying to hold as much of it as possible. You nearly shriek with the overstimulation of it and he pulls away to whisper both praise and apologies.

“Jus’ cannae help it, bonnie. Need tae be inside you, please? Let me fuck you, hen. Been cravin’ tha’ perfect little pussy. Come on, lass. Give it tae me.” He’s rubbing the very prominent bulge of his cock against your thigh all the while and you can’t help but clench around nothing in anticipation.

“Fuck Johnny! Do it! Fill me up.” He wastes no time, quickly abandoning your breasts to free himself from the confinements of his jeans. He doesn’t even get them down all the way before he’s fishing himself from his boxers and rubbing the tip hurriedly up and down your slit. You jump and squeal at the sensation and he coos more apologies at you before lining himself up and pushing inside.

You moan in unison as he stretches you open and his arms come up to brace himself on either side of your head. He muffles your moans with his mouth as he leans down and kisses you, swallowing them up as he begins to move and your hands fly to his arms, bracing yourself against the onslaught that is the drag of his fat cock.

You pull away for air and immediately expel it into a high pitched whine as he picks up a fast and steady rhythm, hips knocking into yours on each upward thrust. The fact that you've already came does nothing to alleviate the burn that accompanies the stretch of him. He’s a force and you can do nothing against it but hold on.

You try to make sense of what he’s saying as he fucks you stupid but only catch half of it. Something about keeping you safe forever. Poorly worded promises and vows pouring from his mouth as he uses you to reach his release.

You can feel it fast approaching and can do nothing but steel yourself against it as he pounds a second orgasm from you, the snap of his hips and the drive of his cock demands it of you. “Aww fuck, hen. Are ye gonna come fer me again? Hmm? Let me feel it. Come on lass, let me take care of ye forever. Ye can have this fer the rest of our lives if ye jus’ come fer me right now.”

He says it like you have a choice in the matter as you become locked in the throes of your ecstasy brought forth by his hand and in the midst of yours you vaguely feel him reach his. Coming hard and fast deep inside the tight clutch of your pussy.

It takes you both an eternity to recover and when he finally rolls off you, you realize you’d half fallen asleep, cradled safely under him, worn out and sated.

After a moment he gets up and leaves the room and he’s gone forever to the point where you almost get up to go after him but he comes back in with two small white dishes in hand along with two spoons.

You sit up on one elbow as he hands you one and the accompanying silverware. Looking down at it you can see a dark golden brown crust, a glassy glaze over the surface but are otherwise clueless as to what’s before you. You watch him experimentally as he takes the handle of the spoon in between his thumb and index finger and brings the bowl of the spoon down on top of the crust with an audible smack. The crust breaks and there’s a jiggly dense cream beneath.

Following suit, you bring your spoon down onto yours and scoop up a glob of the pale white gelatin. You take a bite and smile as the cool, sweet cream melts over your tongue. You sit there with him, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms and eating crème brûlée.

It gets you thinking, you could have this indefinitely. Do this every night if you’d like and as if reading your thoughts he speaks.

“I won, but the choice is still yers. Stay with me, hen. Ah’ll keep ye safe. No worries, no lookin’ over yer shoulder forever or double checkin’ yer locks all yer life. Let me take care of ye. I want to, an tha’s honest.”

You stare at him, his blue eyes are soft and filled with adoration and honesty. He really wants you here with him and is that really so bad? How many times are you gonna pass up this opportunity before it’s gone? And will you be looking back later with regret once the door has closed?

You have to drop his gaze to decide but recapture it once you do. You go to tell him “Ok, but only until I’ve found a new place.” but he seizes you in his arms after the first word and pulls you hard against him like a five year old child handed a cat and told they can keep it.

“Johnny! You’re squishing me!” You complain but the sensation isn’t entirely unpleasant.

He does everything with you side by side for the rest of the night. He changes with you, he brushes his teeth with you, he even lingers around when you try to go to the bathroom before bed, it takes a good amount of effort on your part to make him leave the room but you know he’s stood just outside the cracked door that he neglects to close on the way out.

Climbing under the sheets with him you wonder just how sleeping together for the first night is gonna go, actually wondering if you’ll get any sleep at all but then he pulls you into his chest and to your surprise he doesn’t try anything sexual. He doesn’t rub a hard bulge against you or grope your tits. He just wants you close, his warm chest filling out the dip of your back, his legs entangle themselves with yours, his feet even nudge yours affectionately in lazy passes.

It’s a while before either of you speak and Johnny thought you’d been long asleep when you say “I can’t afford a membership.” There’s a pause in your words and just when he understands what you’re saying you say more. “That’s why I didn’t come back to the gym, I thought it’d be easier.. for both of us.. if I just disappeared.”

And there’s something about your honesty, the way you’d remembered and honored your whole end of the bargain, the candidness of revealing you struggled with the decision, the mild sleepy drag of your voice that’s barely audible in the darkness that pulls directly on his heart and he couldn’t articulate a response if he’d tried so he doesn’t.

Maybe you believe he’s asleep and maybe it’s better that way. But he’s not. A few moments later he hears your breathing even out and he knows from the previous night that you’re asleep. He lays awake long after that holding you.

He thinks about you and how he’d finally got you to see reason. He thinks about times when the outcome of a situation is more valuable and important— the greater good one might say, than the means it took to reach it. Omelets, for instance, constitute broken eggs.

It takes a certain amount of necessary malice for these things. An agent who realizes what’s at stake and what’s to gain, willing to act on these conditions and set them right, no matter the cost. And lastly, he thinks about your ID, sitting snuggly behind his in his wallet. Tomorrow after he drops you off at work he’ll dispose of it. Maybe burn it, maybe shred it, maybe tie it to a heavy rock and throw it off the bridge at the park, watch it sink into the murky, goose poop filled pond until it gets too deep to see.

No one will know. But Johnny will. Johnny will know that in the end, his end, it justified his means. You are safe and you are his and there is no means too heinous, no act too profound to reach it.

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evanpeterswhoresblog · 10 months

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A Cruel Punishment

Tate Langdon x f!reader

warnings: abusive relationship, dominate tate, heavy smut, rough sex, unprotected p in v, degrading, oral female receiving, fingering, dead body, murder, honestly pretty fucked up sex, mentions of past abuse… i’m probably missing more so lmk what i’ve missed!!

summary: after finding out that you spoke to the new boy living in the house, Tate isn’t happy…

word count: 2.5k

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“Are you scared?” he asks.

You’re both in the basement, his latest victim, the new boy who moved into the house, is lying on the ground covered in his own blood. You’d been staring at him for a few minutes, the silence in the room speaking for itself. Your eyes travel back to Tate, to the bloody hammer in his hand. He must notice because he quickly drops it and stuffs his hand into his pocket. You look at the boy again and sigh.

“What did he do?” You mumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

“He saw you; he wanted you,” Tate answers. “I read his little journal. He was fantasizing about you.”

“Tate, he was so young…”

“His age is irrelevant, why aren’t you happy? He was threatening our relationship and I fixed it. You should be relieved,” he replies.

You turn away, starting for the stairs. “I’ll get Moira, we’ve got to clean this mess you’ve made.”

He quickly grabs your wrist. “He deserved it. He was going to pursue you. But you’re mine, I’m never going to let anybody take you away from me.”

Your pulse quickens. “I know.”

“Do you? I could’ve sworn I read somewhere that you spoke to him, told him he was very… what’s the word? Oh right, charming.”

He pulls your wrist and throws you to the ground, right next to the boy. Your head hits the concrete and you wince. You try to hold your head, but Tate grabs both your hands before you can. He’s kneeling between your legs, his dark eyes locked on yours, full of rage. You’re barely a centimeter away from the pool of blood. It smells so strong, you feel nauseous.

“You spoke to him. Admit it now,” he orders.

“I didn’t-”

He digs his nails into your wrists, and you cry out. “Say it.”

“Tate-”

He slaps you across the face before screaming, “SAY IT!”

“It was only a minute I swear,” you cry. “He was being so sweet I couldn’t just ignore him.”

“Sweet? Since when do you like sweet?” He questions darkly.

“I don’t know- it was just nice to be told I’m beautiful by someone new. I’m so sorry Tate, I didn’t mean any of it, I promise. It was just a stupid mistake,” you answer desperately.

“Well, I’m sorry my compliments bore you, I’m sorry I bore you so much. God, you know if I knew how much of a greedy slut you were when we met, I wouldn’t have ever loved you,” he says.

You sniffle, your tears continuing to fall. You want to say that if you knew how much of a psychopath he was when the two of you first met, you wouldn’t have ever loved him. But you can’t and he knows you can’t. You love him because of how crazy he is. You love how possessive and jealous he gets over you, he’s obsessed. Despite the way he hurts you, you can’t help but love him.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, you’re at a loss for words. “I’m so, so sorry.”

He laughs dryly. “You say that now because of the consequences, you really aren’t sorry, we both know that.”

“I didn’t think it mattered this much, we just had a quick conversation,” you reply honestly.

“You were flirting with him.”

“I wasn’t Tate I swear to God. He saw me and asked what I was doing here and I couldn’t just disappear so I had to get him off track by saying those things,” you explain. “It was nothing.”

His eyes roam over your face and he sighs. Without a word, he lets go of one of your wrists and wipes the tears off your cheeks. You can’t help but feel butterflies as he does this. Sometimes, mostly after your fights, he’s the most caring boy in the world. This time he’s still angry though, you think you know what the outcome of this fight is going to be.

“You need to be punished,” he says softly. “You can’t just go around doing what you think is right. To you maybe it was nothing but to me it was very hurtful.”

You nod lightly, your head still hurts from the fall. “I know.”

He lets go of your other wrist and grabs your ankles instead, placing them on his shoulders. You stare at him; the last time he did this you didn’t do anything wrong for months. He knows exactly how you work. What makes you scream from pleasure, and from pain. And though you’ve been together for at least a decade now, every time feels like the first again.

He pulls off your shoes, socks, and throws them across the room. You’re only wearing a simple shirt and sweatpants, before all this happened, you were planning on going to go to sleep. But Tate has other plans now.

“Are you going to let me do this?”

“Yes,” you answer instantly. “Do whatever you want.”

“I plan to,” he says before pushing your legs back to the ground.

In a matter of seconds his hands are on you. Pushing your shirt up, pulling your pants down, he barely gives you time to register what’s happening before he’s moving over you, and his lips are on yours. You kiss him back, and he’s far from gentle. He bites your bottom lip, so hard you gasp. You feel it sting, and as he takes this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, you start to taste your blood. It only makes him more aggressive.

Your head feels like it’s spinning, you can barely breathe. He slides one of his hands across your jaw, down your neck… His rings are still on, you almost shiver from how cold they are against your skin. His lips soon follow the path his hand had made. He sucks, bites, and licks your skin, surely leaving behind proof that he was on you. He likes making sure every other ghost in the house knows your his. You moan, your thighs squeezing around him tight.

When he takes one of your nipples in his mouth your back arches, another moan leaving your lips. You squeeze your eyes shut and lace one of your hands through his. You want him closer, you need him closer, as close as two people can possibly be. But he pulls away and your eyes shoot open. He’s back on his knees, undoing his belt buckle.

Your chest is heaving, your cheeks are red, you almost feel ashamed of how easily he gets you going. You look up at the ceiling and pull your shirt behind your still aching head. It’s better than the hard floor, you guess. Suddenly you feel Tate’s lips on your inner thigh, and you gasp, your head shooting up at the feeling.

His eyes are already on you, and his lips are ever so slightly turned up into that breathtaking smirk of his. God, how beautiful he is. You try to grab his hair, but he swats your hand away.

“Only good girls get to touch me,” he whispers against your skin.

You groan and throw your head back. Your body is warm, you’re aching for him. He slows his kissing, making you even more desperate. Once he reaches the end of that thigh, he moves to the top of your other one, beginning his excruciatingly slow kisses down it.

It feels like forever before he finally runs out of thigh to kiss. You look down at him and watch as he sticks his tongue out and licks back up your thigh. This time, you actually shiver, your legs twitching around him. From the look in his dark eyes to the actual act he’s committing, it’s too much to take in.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he says, ripping you from your thoughts. “How much you want me.”

“Please Tate- I want it so bad, please touch me,” you instantly reply.

He grabs your thighs and pulls your body closer to him. “You’ve got to do better than that baby.”

“I promise I’ll never do it again, I’ll be so good I swear. Please Tate please!” you exclaim. “I’m yours Tate, only yours forever. No other boy could ever compare to you. I need you so bad. You’re the only one for me.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he murmurs before finally burying his head between your legs.

Your back arches as he licks and kisses your clit. He isn’t holding back. You moan and throw your head back again, not caring about the pain that shoots through you as you do so. Your eyes roll back into your head and your thighs clench around his head. It’s as though he knows exactly what’s going on inside your head, exactly what you need. You love that about him.

When he sticks his tongue inside you, you grab his hair and thankfully this time he doesn’t bother pushing you away. He’s too focussed on your soaking cunt. He keeps it there for a few seconds before going back to your clit. You sigh in pleasure and lift your hips, trying to get as much of this as you can. You know Tate won’t do it for long. He never lets you feel good for too long.

As you expected, he pulls back and before you have time to react, he’s crawling over you and catching your lips in another kiss. Your taste yourself on his lips. He slides his hand between your legs and thrusts a finger inside you. You gasp into his mouth and grab his arm- the one that’s now next to your head. He doesn’t stop and instead adds a second finger. You love them, they’re so long, so cold. You can feel his rings brush against you when his fingers are all the way in. You can’t get enough of it.

He moves them at a fast pace, curling them up to reach that spot. You pull at his hair, your moans uncontrolable. He continues to sloppily kiss you, biting and sucking on your tongue. You grind your hips up, letting him deeper inside you.

“Turn your head,” Tate mumbles against your lips.

You open your eyes for a split second and look to your right. No. “Tate-”

“Do it.”

Slowly, you turn your head to the side. You keep your eyes squeezed shut though, you can’t bear to look. Tate doesn’t like this. He slaps you and you whimper, he grabs your chin and squeezes, his fingers still violently moving inside you.

“Keep them open, you need to look at what you’ve done, maybe then you’ll learn your lesson,” he snaps.

You comply, slowly opening your eyes and looking at the boys body. He’s so pale, so young. You fight the urge to look away, but that’s when Tate removes his fingers and instead you feel his tip brush against your entrance. He wraps his hand around your neck as he slowly pushes himself inside you. Your nails dig into his arm, your thighs tighten around his waist, it almost feels too good to be true. Your other arm snakes around his shoulder, you try to pull him closer. He doesn’t bulge.

At first, he goes slow, making sure the image of the dead boy is stuck in your head. You feel uncomfortable, almost turned off completely by the sight in front of you. But as Tate finds an excruciatingly pleasurable pace of his thrusts, you can’t help but want to continue.

After a few minutes of your unbearable punishment, he grabs your chin once again and forcefully turns your head so you’re looking up at him. His dark eyes stare into yours, and with each thrust you fight back the urge to squeeze your eyes shut from the pleasure.

“You’re mine, y/n, all fucking mine. You know that right?” He begins to whisper. All you can do is nod your head, it feels impossible to speak. “I own you.”

He places one of his hands by your head, and the other slithers down to grab your hip. His eyes leave yours, he looks down to where your bodies join, his face expressionless. In seconds he pulls out of you and flips you over. You groan as your bones hit the hard concrete, but quickly forget it as Tate lifts your hips and quickly slides back into you.

You bite down on one of your hands to try keeping your moans from filling the entire house. Tate’s pace is so fast, so hard. The sound of your skin slapping against each other is all you can hear. He places a hand on your back and pushes down, making you bend to an extent you never knew you could do. It hurts so good. He grabs one of your shoulders with his other hand and pulls you back. You can’t help the yelp that escapes as his dick smashes against your cervix.

“Fuck, you’re such a whore, taking me so fucking good,” Tate says, his words ragged. “Cum on my dick baby.”

“Can I?” You ask.

“Yes, yes, I want you to fall apart on my dick, I want you to cum so hard baby,” he replies, his hand moving from your shoulder to your hair. He wraps it around his hand and pulls, almost making you scream.

You feel your orgasm approaching, and you don’t bother to hold it back. When he leans over you and begins to rub your clit you can’t stop yourself from doing exactly what he says. You fall apart on his dick, loud moans leaving your lips, your body collapsing to the cold floor. He doesn’t pause for even a second, his violent pace only making your orgasm better.

He finishes not too long after, his hands gripping your ass so hard you know you’ll have bruises. You feel how hard his dick pulses inside you, it makes a shiver run through your body. When he’s done he pulls out and leaves you on the floor. As he starts to dress, you flip over and sit up. He doesn’t look you in the eye. You know exactly what he’s planning to do now, and you’re hurt by it.

“Do you really have to ignore me for a week? I’ve learned my lesson Tate I swear,” you say. He doesn’t say anything. “Please Tate, I don’t want to be without you. I need like aftercare and stuff. Don’t leave me.”

Tate finally looks at you, his eyes are cold. “You should’ve thought about that before you went and flirted with another guy.” You’re about to reply but he says the two words that you dreaded. “Go away.”

All you can do is stare as he puts his shoes back on, he can’t see you, he doesn’t want to see you. Tears prickle in your eyes. Why did he have to be so cruel? Your heart aches as he looks around the room, he knows you’re still there. He shakes his head one last time before turning and heading upstairs. Leaving you cold, alone, and hurt.

You really fucking hate him, but you’re never going to give him up. Ever.

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lmk what you think did you like it?

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creative-heart · 1 month

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"In the heat of the night"|| Enzo Vogrincic x fem Reader.

A/N: Ok, as promised, here is the Enzo One Shot, please read at your own discretion. As always, narrated in 3POV usage of Y/N

+18 ONLY Heavy smut: If you DO NOT wish to read the smut part, please stop reading after "She considered his proposal for a bit before nodding softly “let me grab my things” she said before going back inside."

T.W: Reference to domestic Violence, Heavy smut, light smoking and drinking reference.

If you or someone you know is a victim of domestic violence, please reach out to the authorities.

Word Count: 2.9k

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When her Ex husband Luke had laid the first hand on her, Y/N ran away as fast and as far as she possibly could, only the clothes on her bag and a small backpack as what tied her to her past. That’s how she had gotten to New York where the neon lights and the sea of people not only welcomed her but helped her disguise, afraid he would have followed her there, even tho she knew he wouldn’t, he didn’t care enough.

Now, without any money, or anywhere to turn to, she walked aimlessly around the big apple’s streets until she saw that small disguised red lettered neon sign that read “Velvet Lounge” and she walked in, the cold night air being the last push she needed to let herself through the door. Y/N looked around and walked over to the bar to talk to the man behind it, after seeing the women dancing on stage and waiting tables and the men lost in a trance looking at the ones moving seductively up there. “Excuse me, hi, I urm…I’m in need of some work and a place to stay, could you maybe help me out?” He nodded and held his hand out.

“Andrew, nice to meet you, come with me, this works on tips by the clients and a percentage of the nights revenues that gets divided between all the girls working each night, it’s just dancing, so should any pervert try anything else on you for money, or not, you let us kow and we’ll ban him, the girls are dancers, not prostitutes” Y/N nodded, still a bit numbed out from all that had been going on around her. He turned around to face her, “you said you had no place to stay, right? you can stay here, there’s a couple of rooms in the back, Cady one of the girls lives here as well, you can start working as soon as you want, but by the looks you got, you’ve been shaken by something, so I would recommend you take a few days, the girls will teach you the works of the place”.

She nodded again “Tha-thank you Andrew, by the way, my name is Y/N” she placed her backpack down and smiled softly at the ladies backstage. Andrew smiled and nodded “girls, listen up, Y/N here will be staying in the club with Cady, and she’ll start working whenever she’s ready, treat her well, and teach her the works of it, yeah?” he walked back out.

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Almost a month had gone by, and Y/N was slowly letting the fear of coming across Luke go, as she settled into working at Velvet Lounge, she was mostly working the bar for now, her chosen stage name being Blue Diamond, she was getting ready and looked at the girls “I honestly, can’t quite believe it’s been a month since I got here” she smiled softly. Cady smiled as they had grown quite close sharing their every day life.

“Diamond baby, you’ve come out of your shell so beautifully I’m so proud of being your showgirl godmother” she grinned kissing the younger girl’s head “Are you ready for your stage debut tonight? I can sense a full house” Y/N felt the color drain from her face at the last words Cady said and smiled softly.

“I’ll have to be I guess, it’s only just one quick dance before hiding away behind the bar tho, I like it there” she chuckled.

When it was time, the club’s lights turned into a deep blue and Andrew announced through the speaker “And now… making her stage debut, please give a warm welcome to Blue Diamond”. Enzo sat at a table in the back, not really interested in the exotic dancing part, just really seeking the quiet of a place where he wouldn’t be followed by fans and paps. He had been filming in New York for a month now, he had at least two more to go and everywhere he went, there was a sea of people waiting for him, so that night he had decided to go off through the back alleys and walked in the first place he found. As he drank his beer, his eyes darted towards the stage as “Do I wanna know” by the Artic Monkeys started playing and a petite brunette walked onto the stage moving to the music in a way so enchanting and seductive that he couldn’t take his eyes away.

As Y/N danced to her favorite song, which she had found easier for her first time, she looked around the far end of the room trying not to make eye contact to any of the guys at the front, their gazes too overwhelming for her, just as she scanned the room, her eyes fell on a pair of deep brown eyes that felt like melted chocolate. The man, even though looking straight at her like he wanted to take a look at her soul, didn’t intimidate her, it felt entrancing and mysterious and she liked that. She kept her eyes locked on his for the reminder of the song before getting off stage walking around the room to collect the tips, when she made it to him she winked at the man as she walked by.

Enzo was lost, that woman had taken the last of his sanity with her, but he didn’t know if it would be appropriate for him to talk to her. He stayed a bit longer and decided against it, going back to his hotel after a few more drinks. Blue Diamond, her name, even is if it was a fake one, and he knew it, keep resonating through his head, the way she moved her hips, the manner in which she looked at him, as if she could see and read each and every though cruising through his mind drove him insane.

Days went by, weeks even, and Enzo couldn’t help but go back to that Wednesday night at the Velvet Lounge, and the way Blue Diamond danced and moved around like she knew she owned the room. As if that weren’t enough, it seemed like everywhere he went, the song she used, “Do I wanna know?” came in through the speakers, he could feel himself growning restless, he needed to talk to her, he needed to see her again, just one look at those dark coffee colored eyes could make him feel better. And so that Friday night, after taking a shower to wash off a whole day of shooting, he made his way back to the bar, he sat down at the same table he had weeks ago, waiting, hoping really, that the woman who had dominated his every thought, asleep or awake would come on the stage. Much to his surprise, she walked over. “Can I get you anything to drink handsome?” Y/N said after she had all but fought Andrew to go wait the table where she saw the same cinnamon skinned man from a few weeks ago sit down.

The Uruguayan looked up and smiled a much sultrier smile he knew himself capable of “a Heineken, and your name…your real name, Blue Diamond” she looked at him eyebrows quirked in confusion.

“I’m afraid my real name is not possible, I’m working, the beer’s coming right up” she said walking back to the bar, feeling guarded even if she did feel flirtatious and intrigued. The night went on, and Enzo stayed until they all but kicked him out due to the bar closing. As Y/N walked out the side door to have a smoke she ran into the mysterious man’s broad shoulders “Oh…sorry, I didn’t mean to..” she cut off seeing who it was she had ran into “Oh, it’s you…Enzo isn’t it?” she smiled softly as she had seen his name on the receipt.

“That’s me….though it’s not fair, I’m afraid I’m at a disadvantage” he continued as the woman gave him a confused look taking a drag of her cigarette “you know my name and I still do not know yours” he could swear he saw electricity running in the air between them. He wanted to pin that alluring brunette against the wall and kiss her until his lungs gave out to start with, much darker thoughts running through his mind as he took in every single of her features under the dim light of the alleyway.

She bit her lip and smiled softly looking up at the much taller man towering over her “I suppose you’re right….I’m Y/N, nice to officially meet you”. She had been taking him in all night, every chance she got, his chiseled features drawing her in, only to find her mind going back to that unfateful night at her Rocheport Missouri house, where her ex had lost his temper in a way she had never seen before and pulling her away, she couldn’t let herself get caught up with another man. She finished her smoke and put it out before tossing it into the bin “I guess I better go back in, it was nice meeting you…Enzo” his name rolled off her tongue way too easy. She turned around to walk back in, but found herself being stopped by his words.

“Wait….do you have anything to do right now? I’d like to invite you a drink” he said, his voice deep and enticing. He could sense her being guarded off, and he knew she must have some bagage on her shoulders, but he was way too trapped in the moment to let that get in the way. She considered his proposal for a bit before nodding softly “let me grab my things” she said before going back inside.

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Many a few drinks later at a nearby bar left them both looking at eachothers mouths as they spoke, neither of them could, nor wanted to disguise the tension and want filling the air between them, maybe the alcohol could be blamed, maybe it was just what they had been sensing since the very first night, either way, Enzo leaned in, softly grabbing Y/N’s chin between his index and thumb to tilt it up towards him and kissed her, slow at first, but letting all the want he had for her since the first time he saw her on stage seep through his kiss as she slowly parted her lips to allow his tongue the oh so desired entryway. The kiss slowly becoming all consuming, fogging their minds with want and desire, Enzo’s hands found their way to Y/N’s waist at the time hers racked through his dark silky hair pulling him closer, a small moan leaving her lips only to die in his mouth. When they needed to catch their breath the broke apart only slightly as she whispered “let’s get out of here”. He chuckled, the deep sultry sound sending shivers down the girl’s spine as he nodded and walked out wrapping his big hand around her waist, wanting to touch and feel every inch of her.

As soon as they stepped into the hotel’s elevator, he trapped her body against the wall kissing her again, his hands quickly to find her hips to pull her small body to his. She returned the kiss with the same fervor, wrapping her arms around his neck pulling herself as close to the man’s body as humanly possible and then some. When the elevator dinged at his floor, Enzo stumbled out still kissing and holding Y/N, he couldn’t care less to not break the kiss, he never wanted to. He held her tightly so she wouldn’t fall and after a couple steps she placed his hands on the back of her thighs whisking her up so she would wrap her legs around him.

He fumbled for his room key before letting themselves into the dark room pressing her against the wall once more another quiet sigh leaving her lips as he did. Enzo found his way to her neck placing slow kisses and soft nibbles on her sensitive skin, Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed as she bit her lip to stop her moans and whispered quietly under her breath “oh fuck”, the older man smirked hearing that intoxicating sound come from her lips, tugging at her top until he took it off stumbling over to the bed letting her down quick to take his clothes off.

Y/N’s eyes darkened seeing his tall well worked body in the dim light that came in through the window, copying his actions and stripping down to her underwear. Enzo took a minute to look the gorgeous woman in front of her up and down before laying her down kissing down her body, leaving a trail of hot wet burning sensations, as he moved to the little black lace number that left little to the imagination, not that he minded that it did. He placed a kiss on the inner part of Y/N’s knee before moving up making his way to her already wet center as he looked up at her taking in her expressions to each and every kiss he placed on her sensitive skin.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she let out a shaky breath when she felt the tall man’s lips making contact with her already needy clit, still through the lace of her underwear, trembling fingers finding their way to his hair again tugging gently to let him know she needed more, so much more. She could feel his smirk against her hot sensitive skin as he murmured without breaking too much contact with her “use your words babygirl” the words flowing out of him low, silky and dark sending an electric shock through her entire body.

She couldn’t help the moan that came out of her in such a pathetic way when she heard him say that and whispered “I need more..please” he placed a short kiss on her skin before taking her underwear off going back to the task at hand taking the opportunity to slide a finger in her slowly, groaning at how good her insides felt around his finger, pumping it in and out as he suckled and licked at her throbbing nub. Y/N’s knees fell open more when she felt his finger, moaning again keeping her eyes closed “Eyes on me baby girl” he muttered “I want to see how good I make you feel” she moaned again as she obliged opening her eyes locking her gaze on his. He kept going being absolutely drunk on how good it felt making her feel this way picking up his pace he slid a second finger in and kept going. Soon enough Y/N through her head back letting her orgasm wash away through her as it came. He looked up at her riding her high out before slowly pulling away. Without even missing a bit, he grabbed a condom from his night stand rolling it onto his already hard dick after taking his underwear off and looked at her.

Y/N smiled lazily and sat up kissing him before laying him down on his back straddling his lap slowly guiding him to her entrance as she slow and steady let him in, Enzo’s hands flew to her hips groaning “fuck, you feel good babygirl” he let out in a musky tone. Y/N smirked humming softly as she started rocking her hips back and forth eyes locked on his. She moaned softly when a particular movement grazed that oh so sweet spot inside her, she kept moving taking in every single sound and movement that came from the dark haired man beneath her.

~~~

As Y/N played with the sleeping man’s hair resting on her chest, she kept going back to what her life used to be, and what it was now, she remembered Enzo had told her at the bar that he was an actor, and a famous one at that, and she was just an escapee exotic dancer, she couldn’t fool herself into thinking this was anything more than what it had been that night, a really hipnotizing one night stand that shook her entire being. She knew tho, that there could be nothing more, her story was way too complicated to explain to anyone, let alone someone like Enzo, it wasn’t like he was thinking about little house in the prairie and kids with her when he made a move, of course he wasn’t. That’s when she made her head up she placed a kiss on his head softly, gently getting up from the bed as to not wake him up and got dressed placing one last long soft kiss to his temple leaving a note for him that read “This was good, far too good for our own benefit, but it was just in the heat of the night, you’re better off without me, believe me, I know it. Take care, have a great life, xoxo Y/N (your blue diamond)” and walked out of that room to never return.

As she made her way back to the bar she wrapped her arms around her own body, trying to keep the heat and the feeling of his touch from escaping her. She would replay that night countless times in her head, she knew that, if only life were less complicated, if only she were someone better. But sometimes life just is what it is in the heat of the night.

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#enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo x reader #enzo vogrincic fic #enzo vogrincic smut fic #heavy smut #+18 content #lucia <33 #creative-heart #lsdln cast #creative writing #fanfiction #sexy content #smut #lsdln smut

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yardsards · 1 year

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if i could change one thing about the owl house, i'd change the main point of conflict in clouds on the horizon from "odalia's okay with genocide, alador isn't" to "alador is willing to listen to his children, odalia isn't"

first off, i'd make it so that odalia *didn't* know what the draining spell actually did. her knowingly participating in genocide just serves to overshadow her pre-established abusiveness, and feels like the writers didn't trust the audience to understand that she was Bad and deserved to be cut out of her family's lives on the basis of abuse alone.

(also it. kinda doesn't make sense why she'd be okay with it? like she is greedy and short-sighted. but the draining spell would negatively impact her personally, and while the idea of her being so distracted by greed that she acts against her own interests is extremely neat and an apt commentary on real billionaires, it's just,,, a big stretch.)

instead, i'd have her dismiss the truth with "i'm not going to put such a good business deal in jeopardy because of some unfounded suspicions" and "i trust the emperor far more than i trust a bunch of children"

next, i'd replace the scene where king talks to alador. while it was a really nice scene that revealed more about alador's situation and kinda laid the groundwork for king being helpful in the next episode, it's not the best way for alador to learn about the draining spell in my version of the episode. because in that scene, alador believes king is a coven scout -an authority figure- so trusting what he says about the day of unity is not any kind of challenge for alador.

instead, i'd make it so that *emira and edric* are the ones who tell him about the draining spell (maybe king helped the twins escape? that gives him a purpose within the episode and there's a fun parallel with him freeing the collector later).

i don't think the twins were deliberately looking for alador, but they saw him sitting out there as they broke out and they had two choices: sneak past him and continue trying to stop things themselves, or talk to him. and they don't quite trust alador to listen and do the right thing, but amity seemed so convinced when she told them he'd listen, and they trust *her*, so they decide to talk to him.

and he listens and promises to put a stop to it. and he tells them to go find safety, and emira is like "but shouldn't we stay and help/make sure amity is safe" and alador tells her that it should have never been her responsibility to handle everything (i am starving for her whole parentified older sister thing to get addressed can you tell) and promises that he's going to do better for all of them, and apologizes for being so negligent -and Maybe explains a bit of why he was like that and what odalia did to him (if i could fit it in without it being clunky and keeping it clear that it's an explanation not a full excuse)

so the twins go to take shelter at hexside (no more "wtf did he just leave them in gay baby jail???" that we had in canon) and alador and king go confront odalia/save amity like in canon

and then in that confrontation, perhaps alador brings up the abuse and overwork (since it maybe wouldn't come up in my rewritten scene w him and the twins like it did in canon's scene w him and king). and the general vibe w him confronting her is less "this is the final straw" and more "i should have done this years ago"

and overall i'd want the episode to keep the "he is also a domestic abuse victim and, at times, messed up because he was acting out of fear and trying to protect them" that it introduced in the canon version of the episode (i know some people have criticized the show's choice to make him a victim too and while i can understand some of their reasons i overall liked the concept so it stays) while keeping in mind the "sometimes he messed up because he was trying to do what was 'best' for his kids whilst ignoring what the kids actually wanted/needed" that they established in reaching out

#eliot posts #toh #the owl house #alador blight #odalia blight #emira blight #don't get me wrong i did overall love clouds on the horizon #but at the same time... i could Fix It #long post #abuse mention #genocide mention #i talked about this possible alternate episode with @pandoratheprocrastinator #tho they're also doing their own episode rewrite ideas which are for more extensive than mine lol

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zoratarojoestar · 29 days

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I hate the whole "Maria is alive cause of Virginia's description" debate right now...so let me throw out my wild take on how she isn't alive, →in the game's current time← cause I want to poke the fire and see how it goes :D

CW below cut for implications of Johnny committing immoral acts - I know that's a line drawn/debate in itself but idc

Also look at this man, he's done the worst shit imaginable but I still love his stupid ass♡

So... firstly...many are clinging to the line in Virginia's description that reads "But instead of finding Jesse, what she discovered was Maria, beaten and tortured, barely clinging to life." Now that's all solid and concrete, until you listen again to voice lines we have in the game already. This line in her description is adding ontop of the existing lore (in my opinion)

Starting the dot to dot puzzle back at Nancy; Nancy's line "Johnny really liked that girl-". Others online are saying 'Johnny is keeping her around the house somewhere' or 'Johnny actually liked Maria'. I agree with the first idea, to a point. For me, I've loved seeing Johnny's cold room, the items in his shack, how he's described by the family, ect. Starting at the women's clothing on his shelves, the magically clean fabric on his counter too many fridges and freezers and his own line "you're going to look real nice, next to that friend of yours" and everyone's favourite, "you ain't getting away, I'm keepin' you!" , very much implying he keeps victims of his fancy/liking in said cold storage units. Maybe Johnny thought Maria was a pretty girl, pretty enough to add to his collection of stolen victims, however-

This fabric is this ↙ Along with the amount of clothes he has stored; for what purposes, I have my own headcanons but I'll leave them to their own post

Moving on to the Cook's line "We couldn't have Johnny springing no love child round here-" and Nancy's "I'd stay out of my secret room if I was you" to me, implies Johnny wanted her 'beaten, tortured and barely clinging to life' body for certain immoral purposes. I could even say it suggests he knew she was alive at some point into hiding her away, but her being in such a state-not enough to fight him, she's on borrowed time anyways. Cook, with the "We-" in the line above, implies more of the family (maybe Hitch or Leatherface to finish what he started in Petals) to kill her and have her now confirmed dead body hidden away from Johnny in Nancy's 'secret' room.

(Adding a sprinkle extra and suggest Johnny's line "I didn't really want to hurt her-" being a lie, however "-but...as they say...family first ya know" I feel is partly true. I feel it adds to the above that maybe he saw them kill Maria when she was found out trying to escape with Virginia. I'm not saying he's remorseful of her death or 'he misses her', I feel he's disappointed in himself, blaming himself that he's been caught; yet another mistake/misfortune he has to live with; also more ammunition for the family to throw at him.)

Virginia may have found Maria alive before she herself was captured, but- just a small but, they were said to have both been re-captured and by that point, wherever Johnny was hiding her before Virginia found her, was out of the bag and known about by the family; no longer his little secret.

End of Take

I could just be hollering nonsense or overthinking these lines more than I should be, but I love the lore for this game and this is the story I'm reconnecting together with the new info; also with this debate being the only thing I see in the TCM fandom right now, it's hard not to think about and have your own opinions on, thanks for reading my word vomit

#johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #texas chainsaw game #tcm headcanons #tcm game #virginia tcm #maria flores #maria tcm

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lucienne-my-beloved · 2 months

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My first prompt! From @ilya-halfelven! Thank you so much!

Rose had never been to this part of the Dreaming before. Usually, she visited Fiddler's Green or just wandered the stacks of the Library, finding more and more things she never had time to read. Today though, she'd just found herself here, facing two houses that looked nice enough, despite the cool fog swirling around them. It sounded like someone was gardening round the back, so she cautiously headed that way, curious about meeting whoever lived here. Or at least, she was until she actually saw what was going on: a middle-aged dark haired man stood in a veritable field of graves marked with crosses, and the digging she'd heard wasn't gardening: he was using a shovel to dig yet another grave, presumably for the crumbled body at his feet. Heart pounding, Rose backed up, retracing her steps as quietly as she could. Dream or not, she didn't want to have anything to do with a murderer. Once out of sight of the houses, Rose turned and ran, heedless of where she was going. Thus, she was taken totally by surprise when she crashed into someone, her momentum sending them both toppling to the ground with cries of pain. She scrambled to her feet first, mortified and offering her hand to her 'victim', babbling apologies. A slender hand with too-long fingers slid into hers and as the person got to her feet, Rose took in glimpses of an elfin face with an adorable button nose and rosebud lips, but most of her attention was caught by a pair of soft brown eyes. Like pools of melted chocolate, she mused. Beautiful...

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Feeling she should explain why she’d knocked the lovely woman over, Rose opened her mouth. And found that words had fled her, as she babbled incoherently for a moment. The woman laughed softly, not mocking but showing that she wasn’t upset about being crashed into.

“Hello! You are new here. Why were you running so fast?” She peered around. “I don’t see any nightmares chasing you.”

Rose stopped and tried to catch her breath for a moment. She wasn’t sure where to start, and the elfin beauty of her interlocutor wasn’t helping.

“I’m Nuala,” the woman continued. “I take care of the Castle Garden.”

“Oh!” Rose exclaimed, finally on sure footing. “I love the Castle Garden!”

“Yes, I’ve seen you around.” Nuala smiled gently and Rose’s courage grew so she tried again.

“Yes, you have such lovely roses, and the lilacs are amazing, and somehow they are all blooming at the same time! I’ve never seen you digging around,” she said curiously, “unlike…” and she trailed off with a worried glance back where she’d come from.

“Oh! That’s why you were running! You must have seen Cain and Abel after one of their spats.” Nuala held out a hand to comfort Rose now, and Rose was more than willing to take it.

“Do they do that often?” Rose wondered as Nuala began to lead her further into the garden.

“Every day. It’s their story, and they haven’t been able to change it.” That seemed sad, but Rose couldn’t dwell on it for long, as they came up to a delicately carved table with tea set out on it.

“I was just going to look for someone to have tea with on my break,” Nuala explained as they sat down. “I’m happy we ran into each other. It’s always fun to meet someone new.”

Rose giggled. “Literally. Ran into. I’m sorry again for knocking you down.”

“It’s no problem at all,” Nuala reassured her as she poured the tea. “I spend most of my day down in the dirt anyway.” She gestured at the wheelbarrow beside the table, which looked to Rose to be full of bulbs ready for planting, though she couldn’t tell what kind because of the burlap sack protecting them while Nuala took her break.

“I could help you,” Rose blurted. She liked planting bulbs, but if she was honest with herself, she’d even help with weeding if it meant she could spend more time with Nuala.

“I would enjoy that,” Nuala said, offering her the plate of scones (the American kind, Rose noticed). Rose smiled, taking a scone, and wondered where this new adventure would lead her.

(@nualaofthefaerie I thought you might like a tag as well?)

#rose walker #nuala of the faerie #ficlets for lucienne

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marshmallowprotection · 5 months

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The Christmas dlc, oh my god.

“You once asked why you couldn’t get a gift from Santa… You thought it was because you were a bad child… but that wasn’t true at all. You were the nicest child… and there was no Santa in the world you lived in. I should have told you that, but I couldn’t.”

SAERAN SAEYOUNG I AM GETTING YOU SO MANY CHRISTMAS PRESENTS :(

I remember that phone call, too. You know Saeyoung doesn't want his little brother to think he's a bad person. Saeran isn't a bad kid, and he wasn't a bad kid, either. They were victims of circumstance, and both of the twins deserved to have a safe and happy childhood, like all the kids in this world deserve to have. December can be the hardest time of the year for many people, so, the holidays are the beacon for many, across the board with faiths that have a celebration that month.

Children deserve a nice holiday! It doesn't matter which holiday they celebrate, they should be able to have the warmest meal, a new toy or two, and time spent with the people who love them the most, their friends and family.

Saeyoung, the ever parentified child, wanted nothing more than to tell his brother that he was a good kid, and that Santa would bring him all sorts of treats and goodies. But, he couldn't promise that... there was no way for him to promise that because he didn't get to have the wonder of Christmas in his mind.

He had to face the facts his mother forced on him.

He saw the world for how cruel it could be every day, and he still tried to put a brave smile on his face to make sure Saeran could believe in something. Not himself, never himself, because Saeyoung thinks his duty is to Saeran. As long as he protects Saeran, he's knows that his life is worth something. How could he tell Saeran there was no such thing as Santa? Magic? Fairy tales?

He couldn't burst Saeran's bubble like everyone burst his.

He knows what misery looks like and he said he would never let Saeran see it if he could help it.

But, what can he do? He's just a child, no different than Saeran, and no matter how many times he tells his baby brother that Santa is real, and he's a good boy, Santa will never come to their house and give him a reward. We see the hurt and true bitter anger in Unknown when he tells you all about the "truth" of the story of Santa Claus. When you have the truth about Santa revealed, it can sting, because it makes a lot of your wonder and dreams shatter.

You see class differences. Kids who get toys because they were lucky to be born in a family that has more status than another, and then the kids who weren't as lucky in a game of chance, who may only get one gift, or none at all because their guardians have to choose between a necessity or toys.

Frankly, I think parents should not claim that all of the gifts are from Santa across the board. Pick one gift and label that as something from Santa, something sweet and not expensive, because kids who have less that see their friend get a very expensive item from Santa that they put on their list too, feel hurt. Be upfront with your kids if you want to tell them about Santa. The magic of Christmas is about making people feel included and loved, not forgotten or abandoned.

The spirit of Christmas is about giving, so think about what you give when you say something came from Santa.

I understood Unknown's pain in this sequence in a very vulnerable way. It was what Saeyoung wanted to protect him from, but had a hard time doing because he was a kid, too. Saeran ended up feeling like he was the worst kid, always doomed to be naughty, even though he did nothing wrong as a child. It's no surprise Rika could sway him to stew on that even more during the holiday season at Mint Eye.

#mod kait #ask #mystic messenger #anon #mysme #saeran choi #mysticmessenger #mm #choi saeran #saeyoung choi #choi saeyoung #saeran #saeyoung #luciel choi #choi luciel #unknown #character analysis

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heeseung-min · 1 year

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I love your 21:07 yandere jake. Could u make a ni-ki ver where his s/o saw him killing and he tried to explain that he loves them very much that's why he's doing it and y/n accepted him and maybe a scenario where y/n is watching him beat up someone bc they flirted w/ y/n. Sorry if it's too long or confusing IENSIENEISKSJ

first of all, thank you so much for appreciating my works :) i hope you have a nice day!!!! So sorry for the late answer 😔

[15:37]

"The number you called is not available right now. Please call back again-"

You huffed at the screen that shows your boyfriend's number, Riki. He said he will be back by 6 but now it's already 11 p.m.

You know Riki is good enough to protect himself from any danger but still you feel worried because murder cases were increasing day by day in your town. You are afraid Riki will be the next victim.

Sighing, you went to the basement to take your laundry. When you reached down there, suddenly you heard a very loud scream. A man's scream to be exact. You turned around trying to find where is the source of the sound. It's impossible to find it here at the basement because you knew there's no any room inside here.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"

Maybe it has. You went to the rear of the basement and tried to find anything suspicious at the wall.

Bingo!

The wall suddenly backed away when you push at the certain spot. It reveals to a long hallway that you never know exist under this house. You walked into it and searching the source of the sound.

"Y/n?"

You stucked to your place when you saw your boyfriend just came out from a room with blood on his clothes and skin. He became panic when you finally know this side of him.

"...Riki...what is happening?"

You slowly backed away when he started to get closer to you but Riki was faster and caught you first. This is the first time you how scared is he. He hold you tightly to make sure you can't run from him.

"Please- please don't hate me. I - He was disturbing you, right? You told me about the guy so I killed him. I don't want to see you suffering anymore. Please, I love you so much. Don't leave me, y/n."

You don't know if you are crazy or not because you should feel scared of him right now. You should run and call the police but instead of feeling like that, you felt proud and somehow happy with what he had done.

"You...killed him for me?"

"Yes. I killed him for you. I love you so much."

You pecked his lips and hugged him close to you. Your boyfriend was confused with the sudden act. He pulled away to look at your face again.

"You are not mad? I- I did something wrong."

"You did it for me. I am proud of you. I love you too much to hate you, Riki."

"Fuck, I thought I need to do something to prevent you run from me."

Okay, maybe you are crazy. You giggled at his worried expression and brought him to upstairs so he can have a shower. You are also glad the house has two bathrooms which allow you to change yourself after hugging Riki.

"I really love you, y/n."

"Love you too, riki."

______

"You smell so good."

The sudden compliment startled you from reading. You looked up to see a classmate of yours that always flirting with you. You already rejected him many times and even say you have boyfriend already. But, this jerk didn't care about it and even asked you to cheat on Riki.

"Stop disturbing me. You are disgusting."

"Oh, come on honey. I bet I can make you scream louder at my bed."

That was the last straw. You throw your book on his face. It did some damage since the book is heavy and thick. You put every stuffs inside your bag before went out from the class.

______

"Stupid. Bastard. Disgusting. Fucker. You should die and you don't deserve to live."

"I'm- I sorry-"

"Shut the fuck up. My girlfriend already warned you, right? But you are too stupid to understand. I wonder where is your braveness now? You looked like you about to piss yourself."

And it is true. As Riki said that, the guy accidentally pissed. He cried when Riki laughed and pointed out at his pants. Your boyfriend gave a bat to you so you can finish the person.

"You should stop when a girl say no."

That was the last thing before you swung the bat and hit him very hard until he fell from the chair. Not only that, you also kicked and step on his head releasing the anger that has building inside you everytime he disturbs you in the school.

"You did such a good job, baby."

"I'm tired. How can you do this every week?"

Riki laughed while caressing your face. Both of you walked away from the room and changed clothes. He also cooked for both of you.

"You didn't clean the room?"

"Nah, no need. I already paid someone to do it."

"Damn, you are rich. I like it."

"And I love you."

"Ergh, Riki. Stop flustering me. I want to eat."

It was a lovely dinner and since that day Riki doesn't need to hide anything from you.

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onthr-dream · 10 months

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MONSTER

Character: obsessive!Ada Wong × reader(y/n) × Leon S. Kennedy

A bloodthirsty monster has been appearing and kidnapping people on the village. And then there's y/n l/n, an unfortunate girl who happened to catch the monster's eyes.

Tw: poly relationship, curse word, excessive ise of y/n, gore, cannibalism, toxic behavior, obsessive Ada, monster/fantasy stuff, Ada and reader being a monster, grammar/spelling mistake, reader's parent being irresponsible :D

Notes: i know i said i'm quitting writing but i need to write this sooooo bad. Also please tell me if i have any mistake or tw to add :p

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"John went missing? That must be that monster's fault, gosh when will it stop" said y/n with a tone filled with annoyance.

"You all must be carefull okay? Especially you y/n! You live alone!" The old lady chime in and y/n only nod to indicate that she understand.

Y/n l/n, an ordinary girl who live in a small village. Her parents left her alone in the village once she turned 10 and the kind old lady always take care of her. Currently, she works at the old lady's bakery to repay her kindness and finance for her own life. Seems like everything went well right? Yes, until some people went missing and they got discovered with only some of their body parts, leg, arm, even only their head is left. This of course, concern the villager. Some assume it was a monster, some assume it was the bear, some assume it was a psychopath, no one really know. Y/n? She assume it was a monster. She hate hate hate it, not only did it destroy the village's peace, but it -or should i say, she- keep appearing near her. She always there in her dream, whether she was gutting people or showing her some body parts that later can be found on the forest nearby her village. She also saw a lady just like her near her house or inside the wood. She felt uneasy because of that, y/n was dead terrified.

Damn, what if i was her next victim.

Y/n couldn't remember her feature, all she know is she always wear red dress that hugged her body nicely and a short black hair. She's mesmerizing, she can admit that, but the fact that she gutted one of the villager is your dream is just weird. It must've been just a weird dream...right?

"Y/n? You okay there?"

A voice snapped her out of her deep thoughts. Oh, Leon, Leon Scott Kennedy, her best friend and the old lady's grandson. He was the only boy who was nice to her when she was a newcomer, while the other boy mock or teases her.

"You surprised me!" She nudge him in the arm lightly.

"Not my fault you're spacing out. Grandma told me to gave these eggs to you, where should i put it? Are you making macaroon?"

"Oh! Put the eggs on that corner. Wanna have a taste?" Y/n offer the macaroon to him and he happily agree. He approached y/n and take a bite of the macaroon in her hand, and oh gosh, he does look heavenly. His blonde hair paired with blue eyes and seemingly soft lips touching her gloved fingertips lightly, y/n can feel her stomach filled with butterfly. She wished he know about her feelings towards him, she cherished him, she loved him, she adored him with all of her heart, if only he know.

"Oh wow, good as always. Grandma makes no mistake when she hire you hm?" He gently wipes the side of his mouth and excuse himself to leave the kitchen with a slight smile. He could've gave her a heart attack, no no, he gave her a heart attack already.

Y/n stacked the macaroon into the display case and carry them into the store, then opening the bakery. After hours of working and lunch break is finally here. Y/n decided to ignore her stomach and sleep off the lunch break since she can barely sleep due to that 'lady in red' she calls. Sleeping felt so short after she got woken up by the feeling of someone is watching her. She opened her eyes and she swore she saw a short haired woman with red dress in front of her face. She quickly snap her eyes fully open and check her surrounding, nobody's there. She got up and look around, nothing. She looked outside the bakery, nothing. She stand in the middle of the bakery completely frozen, confused who that person was and why she looked awfully similar to that 'lady in red' inside her dream. She stared into the wall until she felt a hand caressing her hair, she whipped her head around in surprise just to find Leon behind her.

"You sure you're okay? You've been running around the bakery and stared off into space, you don't even notice me being here"

Oh shot he saw me!? God that was so stupid. Do i look so weird just now?? God what the hell "um yeah..haha no worries, sorry i was having a weird dream"

"Did you ate yet? I uhh..bought some food for you and me..soo...wanna eat together?" He showed her the paper bag he has, probably containing food he meant.

"Sure! It's been a long time we didn't eat lunch together!"

Leon and y/n sat down on one of the bakery's seat, happily chatting with each other completely forgetting whatever happened just now.

Night fall upon the village, everyone is ready to be asleep, unless y/n. She's currently sitting on her bed reading book even though she can't read them as her mind is focusing on something else. That damn 'lady in red' keeps her mind occupied, it felt like she need to find her, she need to know who is she. She felt her body move on it's own, her mind is occupied with 'lady in red' to notice that she has been walking deep into the wood behind the village. Then, she heard a loud scream and knowing it must be a bad sign she tried to ran to the opposite direction she's standing. Until she saw someone kneeling on the ground.

I think i can ask her for a help!

She approach her and the person stand up, looking back at her. My face draws an absolute horror towards her, her blood covered mouth and red dress, just like 'lady in red' huh? And more scarily, her hand holding an organ. Just beside her is a dead body with some of her organs missing. I think i fucked up.

"Ah sorry for the bad first impression, dear y/n" the lady speak.

Fuck, she knew my name. I fucked up so bad this time.

"Don't be scared y/n i won't hurt you, ever. Name's Ada Wong, you catch my eyes y/n l/n. Let me keep you forever hm?" She said while approaching me. I know i should've run, but i think my body became frozen, it felt just like when i was in the bakery this noon. She dropped the organ she held and took out a little tube with syringe, she held my face with her bloodied hand and caress my cheek. She looked at me with adoration in her eyes while she inject me with the strange liquid she held. Y/n felt a soft lips against her forehead before she fall unconscious.

Y/n woke up on a comfortable bed, feeling her head being hurt so much. Everything seemed to be blurred, and she felt a warm hand caressing her head. She looked around only to found that she was in a bedroom belong to God knows who, she looked to the right and found 'lady in red' -or Ada Wong she said- beside me, remembering what she did last night scared y/n to death and made her jumped out the bed, running into whatever door she could find. Ada seemed to let that happened and smiled thinking to herself.

So you wanted the chase game? Okay then y/n

Meanwhile y/n was running downstairs and into seemingly the main door. She ran there until a figure blocked her way.

"Ah ah ah, no sweetheart. You'll regret it going outside" she held y/n by her waist to not let her running away more. Y/n struggled to let herself go but seems like she's stronger than she looks.

"P-please let me go" y/n felt her eyes pricked and her heart beating fast.

"I would love to, dear. But if i did, you'll do something you don't want to" Ada seems unamused by how y/n writhe against her, but y/n didn't gave up and keep trying.

"This is why you caught my eyes y/n. You never gave up and always try your hardest, such a sweet little human. I wanna keep you for myself, can't i?" Y/n didn't answer and keep trying. "Fine, you can go, but i'll warn you y/n l/n, as soon you stepped out there you might change into...something you didn't want. You'll come back to me eventually." She let go of her hands and y/n ran as fast as she can outside. She found herself in the middle of the unknown place, but she trust her instinct to run to the left and soon she found herself back to the village. As soon as she got there, Leon notices her first and went to hug her.

"Where have you been!? You've been missing for half a day! Did you got hurt? Did you meet something unusual? Are you okay?"

"L-leon, i'm completely fine. See not hurt! I'ill explain to you later..i felt a bit unwell"

Leon only nods in understanment and guide y/n into my house not far ahead. Y/n felt weak, her head is spinning around and she felt the urge to tore her skin apart. Yet she ignore it either way and just rest upon the bed until she fell asleep.

Y/n woke up in the middle of the night with a moonlight shining through the window of your bedroom. You walked out of your room just to find a food on the table with a note 'from Leon :)'. Your heart flutter at this discovery and began to eat the soup as you felt hungry, probably from not eating the whole day. Finishing eating, she put them on the sink and decided to take a walk outside.

Who know, maybe it's just a dream?

Breathing into the fresh air, y/n heard a sound calling for her. She whipped her head left and right to find who it was and no one is really there, no one unless a little deer looking at her from the distance. Y/n stupidly followed it, she thinks the deer is going to show her something. 5 minutes of running and they're in the middle of somewhere inside the wood. Y/n was tired, she felt like she wanted to tore her skin, that feeling was so great that y/n couldn't help but tore the deer's skin with her bare hand. The deer screech in agony and y/n felt a relieved over that sound, it's like a lullaby to her. She wanted more. She tore more of the deer's skin and breaking it's bone. Y/n felt happy, it's been a long time she didn't feel this level of happiness. She started to devour anything she can see from the deer's inside, heart, stomach, liver you name it, anything that could quench her thirst. It's a strange feeling. How come she felt this way?

"Y/n darling i think you've ate enough off that deer. Look at it, it's empty now."

A familiar voice snap y/n out of her cloudy thought. She looked down only to find her hand is soaked in blood and a dead deer in front of her, she jumped in surprise and back up from the dead deer.

"I told you to not go outside. And i guess you have to found out the hard way."

"Wait Ada, what just happened? Did you do this?" Y/n said, trying to stand up but her legs seems to gave up.

"Me? Very funny. It was you, obviously."

"The fuck? No way! I would never kill an animal, i just...can't"

"Yes way, honey. You've turned into one of me, 'a monster', 'a psychopath', whatever you called it. Let's go back to my house yes? I'll tell you more about it there. Beside, how did you will explain this to those villager?" Ada extend her hand to help y/n up and y/n gladly accept the help.

"R-right, but what about th-" y/n pointed at the dead deer.

"Leave it there and let nature do it's work"

Ada lead the way to her house while y/n is not far behind her.

The walk there filled with a slightly uncomfortable silence and a little squeak from animals around them. And finally they both arrived at the traditional modern house owned by Ada Wong herself. She let y/n in and sat her down in one of the couch with her sitting awfully close to y/n, she even put her head on y/n's shoulder.

"So, i know you have a thousand question. Ask me and i'll answer them" Ada started while gazing lovingly at y/n.

"Um..but can you like...not getting to close to me? I'm sorry, i'm a bit...uncomfortable?"

"But i'm your master, can't i be close to you? And before you ask, yes i turned you into a 'monster' like me, don't worry buttercup you're not fully turned yet. Maybe tonight you will.."

"What do you mean!? I don't wanna be a psychotic monster who destroy someone's life like you! And master!? Do you think i'm a pet or something!?" Y/n backed up, terrified of her discovery.

"I know it's shocking, but i wanna keep you forever with me and those villager are just a pest to us. So me turning you into monster are just for our own good and about that master thing..you can't get to far away from your master or you'll turn crazy, remember those deer? Poor little deer have to suffer from your own selfishness, soon it may be human."

Ada got closer again to y/n, inches away from her face. "It's your choice now, stay here with me or left and harm your loved one" Ada left and goes to the kitchen, leaving y/n blushing mess on the couch.

Holy shit that's hot. Fuck no! You can't fall for her, she's a monster, she even kidnap you!

"Y/n did you eat yet? Come on i'll show you your room, you can eat there since i know you wanted an alone time" Ada grab y/n's hand lightly to pull her up from the couch. Y/n suddenly went to hug Ada.

"I'm scared..i don't want to kill people. Please *please* keep me from hurting people."

Ada could feel y/n body trembling a little.

"Darling, you won't. As long as you stay with me, as long as you're being good for me. Do you think you could do that?"

Y/n went quiet for a second before nodding her head. She made up her mind, she will live here and never go out again, if possible lock herself up so no one especially Leon got hurt by herself.

And that happened a year ago, now, y/n has fully adapted on her way of living and Ada Wong. They even started to date each other around a month ago and that strengthen their bond more. But one particular person catches Ada's eyes one more time. It was this boy that y/n has a crush on, Leon Kennedy. At first Ada don't understand what's charming from him to the point that her beloved y/n fell for him, but she understood now.

"Y/n what do you think about bringing Leon Kennedy into our pact?"

Y/n's face lighten up with the mention of adding another person into their life, she has been dreaming about it since forever and the fact that Leon was the one that will be there, she was more than happy.

"Oh. My. Gosh. You're kidding!? Of course i would love to!" Y/n went to hug Ada, radiating happiness to anything around her.

"But you never told me how to do it though? Will it hurt?"

"Maybe a little. I just need to bite him while doing a little mating ritual, that's all, just like what we did a month ago." Ada winked at her, happy to see her all red and flustered.

"Stop mentioning that one! What about me? What am i gonna do?" Y/n let go of her, earning a little displeased grunt from Ada.

"Sit there and look pretty of course. What? Do you want to bite him too? Hm, i didn't know my baby is kinky" Ada teases, earning a light slap on her arms.

"But won't he be upset if we force him to do it?"

"Don't worry about that one, i have my own special way. Now go back inside, i'll go hunting for some food" Ada smiled to herself as she watched y/n goes back inside. And if you're curious of her 'special way' it was just a spell that Ada use to manipulate someone's mind, she has been using it for as long as she can remember, mostly to lure her victim, but now she always use it to make y/n stay with her.

It's for your own good

Ada thought as she left the house. Little did y/n know, Ada was going to her underground lab not far from there, that was the place she made injection and practices spells. After 2 hours without Ada, y/n felt bored and decided to take a walk around, letting her mind wonder off. Unknowingly, she walked a bit too close to the edge of the woods.

"Y/n?" A raspy male voice calling her from the distance.

Shit! Y/n ran off as fast as she could, unfortunately the male ran after her into the wood.

I can't run into the house, he'll know about Ada Y/n decided to turned around and face him.

"Leon! Stop!" Y/n said with heavy breathing. "L-listen, I-" her words halting as Leon fall down into unconsciousness with Ada behind him, holding a now empty syringe.

"What did you get yourself into, little y/n?" Ada kneel down on Leon and check his pulse.

"I'm so so so sorry to fuck this up! I was wandering around too far and he saw me!" Y/n explained in panic.

"Well, i guess we don't really have to kidnap him from the village. Consider this as a bonus, maybe? Come on let's go back and claim this handsome boy" Ada said as she picked him off the ground and walking off, y/n walking just beside her.

Leon woke up in a strange bedroom with a (h/c) colored woman cuddle up against his chest.

"Oh you woke up?" Ada put down the glass of water on the bedside table.

"I'm sorry, where am i?" Leon tried so hard to remember anything, but he got nothing.

"You seriously didn't remember? You got drunk last night, thankfully your girlfriends was there to help you up." Ada helped him sit up and gave him the water.

Right...i was getting drunk with Ada and y/n. Gosh that was fun "Mind join us cuddling, Ada?" Leon said while lifting the blanket for her to get in, which Ada happily do.

"So, are you ready to make a pact with both of us tonight?" Ada let out her smirk and Leon was blushing like crazy, knowing full well that what she meant is the mating ritual. Ada let out a lighthearted laugh, knowing that she succeeded on tricking those 2 humans into loving her. So easy to fool.

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jayfortheday · 2 years

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Hey! I liked your previous Vance x reader one shots so much and I thought I'll request something for him. Could you write a scenario where Vance somehow survives the kidnapping and him and reader reunite? Just lots of comfort and fluff, it'd be so heartwarming compared to what actually happened in canon 😭 Thank you and have a nice day!

Back To Me (Vance Hopper)

Pairing: Vance Hopper x GN!Reader (romantic or platonic)

Word count: 1112

Description: When Y/N hears the news of Finny being found alive, they expect to hear the worst about Vance. However, they find him quite injured, but alive

Tags: Blood, hurt/comfort, angst, crying, canon divergence

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When the TV displayed the news of Finny being found, you experienced two simultaneous emotions. The first being relief that the Grabber hadn’t claimed another victim, the second being dread, dread that the next news you would hear would be far worse. You closely listened for Vance’s name, any indication of what may have happened.

Soon enough, the news mentioned four bodies being found in an empty house across the street. Your lip started to tremble as you listened intensely for something else.

“Among those bodies, we found one living boy, one Vance Hopper,” the news relayed. You froze, processing the information you had just been fed. Slowly but surely, a wave of relief washed over your body and into your soul. You listened for any more information.

“Currently, both boys are being held at the general hospital downtown.” Tears of unknown emotion began to roll down your face. That was all you needed to hear. You stood up from your seated position in front of the TV and practically ran out the door. You grabbed your Dad’s car keys off the hook and into the garage.

Technically, you weren’t supposed to drive by yourself yet, but you figured these were special circumstances. You jammed the key into the ignition and turned it. The car stalled for a second before roaring to life. You backed out of the driveway, into the road, and sped towards the hospital.

Once you arrived and had found a place to park, you quickly turned off the car, hopped out, and ran into the front entrance. Surprisingly, there was no line at the reception desk. Just a small, older woman typing on the computer.

“Hi, I-,” the woman held up a finger to cut you off.

“One moment, dear,” she said, typing slightly faster before turning to you. “Alright, how can I help you?”

“I,” you inhaled deeply, catching breath you didn’t realize was gone. “I need to see Vance Hopper.” You gripped the granite desk in front of you tightly, your knuckles turning white.

“I’m sorry, dear, but we’re only allowing familial visitation right now,” the woman responded, looking at you with slight pity.

Your heart sank a little.

“Please,” you pleaded. “Please, I need to see him, it’s been so long, I need to. Please.” The woman sighed and looked to her left then her right.

“Alright,” she said. She pulled a name tag off a sheet. “Name, please.”

“Uh, Y/N,” you said hurriedly.

“Alright, Y/N,” the lady said, finishing her writing on the tag. “For today, you are a sibling. This should get you in there. The room should be labeled.” She pointed to a hallway on the right. You smiled widely at the woman, feeling the urge to cry again.

“Thank you, you don’t know how much this means,” you smiled at her, starting off into the hallway she had pointed to.

You looked closely at the name tags next to the doors, looking closely for Vance. Jim Sanders, Erica Hudgins, Skylar Moore, Vance Hopper. You paused in front of his door. You cautiously peered inside the small glass window on the wooden door. Inside, you saw no one, with the exception of a lump on the bed, hidden under sheets pulled up almost over his head. The door was cracked open slightly like someone had left recently and neglected to close it all the way.

Cautiously, you brought your hand up to the door and knocked.

“I told you I’m fine, leave me alone!” Vance shouted from inside, without turning to look at the door. You pushed the door open slightly so you could enter the room.

“Vance,” you said softly. Vance stiffened slightly at the sound of your voice before sitting up and turning to face the door.

He looked strange, but not unfamiliar. He sat in a hospital gown that was a little too big and his hair was matted.

“Y/N,” he said, a questioning tone in his voice, almost asking if it was really you. You smiled weakly and waved at him. You entered the room fully, closing the door softly behind you. You then walked forward and sat in the chair next to Vance’s bed. The entire time he looked at you with bewilderment in his eyes.

You fidgeted with the fabric on your thighs before looking up to meet Vance’s gaze. In just his face alone, you could tell how injured he was. You wanted so bad to reach out to him, to touch his face or stroke his hair, but you didn’t want to hurt him.

“How you doing, V,” you asked, crossing your arms on your chest to keep yourself from reaching out. “And don’t lie to me and tell me you’re fine, I’m looking right at ya.”

Vance sighed and laughed a little.

“I actually think I am fine right now, but only because I haven’t thought about it. I haven’t let myself think about what’s going on and then everything feels fine. Aside from the fact my whole body hurts.” he smiled at you and you smiled in return, powering through the concern you felt.

You could feel yourself staring at Vance’s hand. You wanted so badly to reach out to him, to hold him, to make up for all the time you had lost. Vance must have noticed and held out his hand to you with a slight smile. You stared into his eyes, asking if it was really ok. He held his hand out a little further and you gladly took it.

It felt so good to feel his hand in your again, to feel the heat radiating from his palms and the transition to cold in his fingers. You stroked the back of his palm with your thumb, taking him in again. Once again, you could feel tears trying to push their way through, to make your emotions known. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t stop them. The hot tears made their way down your face as you quickly averted your gaze from Vance.

“Hey,” he said gently. “Look at me.” You slowly lifted your head to meet his gaze again. As you looked closely, you could see his eyes start to glisten with the same tears. “I’m glad to see you too, Y/N.” You leaned forward and rest your head on Vance’s bed, the top of your head just barely touching his side. He freed his hand from yours and reached out to stroke your hair.

“I’m gonna be fine,” Vance said, scratching your scalp softly.

“Yeah?” You asked, looking into his eyes for any indication otherwise. You could find none. He smiled.

“Yeah.”

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Sorry that this one took me a little longer, life has been kinda busy lately, which is why I was so glad when I finally had time to sit down and write this :)

#vance hopper x reader #vance hopper #the black phone #fanfic #fanfiction

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peachyys-posts · 1 year

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hello!! my english isn't the best but I want to make a request <3 yandere platonic! pitch x reader, reader is the queen/spirit of evil and pitch is in love with her. but she isn't aware of pitch's love. I hope it is a good request thank youuu

Reader is the spirit of evil.Platonic yandere pitch black is trying to protect reader from the guardians

(Takes place in autumn)narratorPOV:

A black mass flew around the city of lights it was so beautiful and yet trouble filled the air.They say the spirit watches all never taking sides but yet helping those who seek revenge some believe that this spirit is a fallen Angel trying to ask for forgiveness others think it’s a demon looking for ways to take one’s soul

Pitch Black knew better than those mortals.he knew who the spirit was and what they were doing.The guardians had no right talking to you especially that pesky winter spirit.The black mass was once his child called (Y/n).she was once the kindest of souls but she was faced with horrors that no child should have witnessed.Anger and hatred changed her into what mortals now call the Mother of darkness.

Reader POV:

It’s nice to go out to see the lights.It sometimes helps with the voices calling to begging for me to let them out to let them kill whoever they please.I tell them to be patient we must wait and watch for whoever is deemed the “winner”

A scream was heard from the alleyway.I decided to follow it only to find a scrawny child, he only looked to be four or five didnt really matter until he looked at me like he could actually see me and begged for my help.Some many voices came to my head begging me to help him others wanted me to kill him.I didn’t know what was happening until I saw shadow casted from a lighted window did I see why the boy was so scared.A man who appeared to be drunk shouting at the poor boy.He threw a half empty beer bottle at us but missed my an inch that’s when I decided to let some of the voices out letting them tear that man from limb to limb. It wasn’t till he was dead did I realize that the boy was still there.I turned back to him and put on my best horror face and said one simple thing

“RUN.”He ran as if I was going to eat him.I was thinking about it.just a little bit.”well,(y/n) never thought to see you be kind to a child again.last time I checked you eat children.”Great not this jackass.I turn around to see my least favorite guardian.”why hello Jack Frost long time no see.”Jack smiles and says “I know there’s still good inside you please we need your help.” I couldn’t help but to be annoyed,I simply stated “jack you and I both know I don’t have good inside me and why would I help you?”Jack look at me sadly,I have no time for his antics so I called my back my demons.”While this was unpleasant I must simply be going I have people to see people to kill and you are simply annoying me,goodbye” and so I transformed back into my black fog and flew away to find more victims m.

Pitch black POV:

After seeing jack’s poor attempt to get (y/n)to join their side I couldn’t help but to pounder on the idea of getting (y/n)the Mother of Darkness herself to join my side after all the guardians just want to lock her away to change her but I would accept her as she was.I would protect her from those simple minded creatures.This would even the playing field.I looked up to the moon and smiled”Well old friend it seems jack’s plan has failed.let’s see how long your guardians will last.”

Narrator/reader because I changed it halfway through and I didn’t want to change it because it’s late and I’m tiredPOV

(Y/n) arrived at her house after a long night of hunting only to find pitch black in her living room seeming to be in deep thought while standing at a painting she stole from a victim’s house .She stood there for a moment contemplating on what she should say or do one wrong move and she could piss him off especially since the guardians are kicking his ass.Pitch black turns around to see (Y/n) staring at him with a look that could kill.Pitch black calmly greeted her after a moment of staring back and simply said “lovely painting you have.I must say (y/n) you have a lovely sense of art.” “Cut the bullshit Pitch,Why are you in my house?”i stated coldly no longer caring if I started a fight.” Now now hold your tongue I just wanted to give you a opportunity”.I looked at him with confusion but waited for him to explain himself and hopefully get him out of my house quicker.”I hear that the guardians want you to join them,but if you do end up joining them they will change you or if you refuse to change to their ways you will be sent away locked for who knows how long”.I closed my eyes to think about the possibility of me joining them thinking how my life would be like if I did join them.would the voices go away or at the very least would I be able to control them but then again if what pitch black is saying is true … i opened my eyes to look pitch right in the eye but he went back to staring at the painting. “What do you suggest that I do then ?” I swear I could almost see the smirk on pitch’s face he turns around and says “join me” “what” “join me for I will not change you I will make sure you will never be locked away not again with that I can promise you but only if you join me”thinking about it some more joint pitch didn’t sound like a bad idea I wouldn’t be alone anymore I won’t spend all my nights alone screaming and crying for the voices to stop and give me some peace.and with that I turn to pitch.”okay I’ll join you”

And just like that pitch black has you

ATTENTION I MADE THIS AT AROUND 12 GOING ONTO 1 AM I KNOW THIS ISNT GOOD BUT I AM TIRED SO PLEASE BEAR 🐻 WITH ME NIGHT

#rise of the guardians #yandere platonic #platonic #jack frost x reader #pitch black

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thefisherqueen · 8 months

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All right, reading The Bruce-Partington Plans this evening! Two more stories after this and I've caught up with Letters from Watson :)

In the third week of November, in the year 1895, a dense yellow fog settled down upon London. From the Monday to the Thursday I doubt whether it was ever possible from our windows in Baker Street to see the loom of the opposite houses. It blows my mind how normal this kind of heavy, extremely unhealthy smog was in this time. Makes me wonder what in another 100 years people will have going like "You lived like that?!" (I hope it's parking lots and highways and office buildings)

But when, for the fourth time, after pushing back our chairs from breakfast we saw the greasy, heavy brown swirl still drifting past us and condensing in oily drops upon the window-panes, my comrade's impatient and active nature could endure this drab existence no longer. He paced restlessly about our sitting-room in a fever of suppressed energy, biting his nails, tapping the furniture, and chafing against inaction. Bored Sherlock Holmes, oddly cute

“Look out this window, Watson. See how the figures loom up, are dimly seen, and then blend once more into the cloud-bank. The thief or the murderer could roam London on such a day as the tiger does the jungle, unseen until he pounces, and then evident only to his victim.” Oh my, Doyle was really in his tiger fangirl fase when writing these last few stories

Well, well! What next?” said he. “Brother Mycroft is coming round.” “Why not?” I asked. “Why not? It is as if you met a tram-car coming down a country lane. Mycroft has his rails and he runs on them. We'll get to meet Mycroft again! :) Also, quite a funny image, Mycroft running on rails

You told me that he had some small office under the British government.” Holmes chuckled. “I did not know you quite so well in those days. One has to be discreet when one talks of high matters of state. You are right in thinking that he under the British government. You would also be right in a sense if you said that occasionally he is the British government.” And this was me thinking that the BBC series had sucked Mycroft being this whole goverment mastermind out of their thumb. So that's canon?:O

“Well, his position is unique. He has made it for himself. Nice parallel between the brothers here!

“There has been an inquest,” said I, “and a good many fresh facts have come out. Looked at more closely, I should certainly say that it was a curious case.” “Judging by its effect upon my brother, I should think it must be a most extraordinary one.” He snuggled down in his armchair. “Now, Watson, let us have the facts.” I just love this interaction. Holmes being all excited and trusting Watson to tell the important things to him :)

So the case is about a dead clerk that was found - murdered, in all likelihood - carrying some seriously important papers. Which he himself had stolen. And some of which were again stolen of him. Intriguing.

I'm hoping for some fun investigations in tunnels and along train tracks (I hope our men are careful)

If the papers were guarded with the same 'super secure' protective measures as the secret papers we've seen so far, they couldn't have been hard to steal

The actual official guardian of the papers is the famous government expert, Sir James Walter, whose decorations and sub-titles fill two lines of a book of reference. He has grown gray in the service, is a gentleman, a favoured guest in the most exalted houses, and, above all, a man whose patriotism is beyond suspicion. I already don't trust him. At least it's not a colonel?

“Has the fact been verified?” “Yes; his brother, Colonel Valentine Walter, has testified to his departure from Woolwich, and Admiral Sinclair to his arrival in London; so Sir James is no longer a direct factor in the problem.” But his brother is! Very suspicious

“Well, well!” said Holmes, shrugging his shoulders. “Come, Watson! And you, Lestrade, could you favour us with your company for an hour or two? Off they go!

It was one of my friend's most obvious weaknesses that he was impatient with less alert intelligences than his own. Savage, Watson

Watson, we have done all we can here. We need not trouble you any further, Mr. Lestrade. I think our investigations must now carry us to Woolwich.” No don't leave the creepy tunnels and train tracks yet :( I want more adventure

No theories yet. I can't figure out what Holmes means by points and curves and not wanting to investigate the train's carriages

“That should be helpful, Watson,” he remarked as we took our seats in the Woolwich train. “We certainly owe Brother Mycroft a debt for having introduced us to what promises to be a really very remarkable case.” It's 'we' and 'us'. They are so Together

“The end is dark to me also, but I have hold of one idea which may lead us far. The man met his death elsewhere, and his body was on the roof of a carriage.” That explains a lot: why there was a loud thud, why the clerk hadn't a ticket, and also why there was no blood on or near the tracks

The house of the famous official was a fine villa with green lawns stretching down to the Thames. As we reached it the fog was lifting, and a thin, watery sunshine was breaking through. A butler answered our ring. “Sir James, sir!” said he with solemn face. “Sir James died this morning.” Oh! There's a second murder victim?

“It was this horrible scandal,” said he. “My brother, Sir James, was a man of very sensitive honour, and he could not survive such an affair. It broke his heart." Ah, of course, no murder but the mysterious victorian Death by Sadness disease. If he really is dead. Btw, I don't trust the brother

I have a theory: mr. colonel learns of the top secret papers because likely his scientist brother can't keep his mouth shut, either convices his brother to take the papers home, or he steals his key and takes them himself. Anyway, Cadogan West catches them being all suspicious and impulsively (he was hot-headed) follows them to try to stop them. Which doesn't end well, he knows too much so he's murdered, and they place 7 of the papers upon his body so he can take the blame. Of course the brothers cover for each other

Arthur was the most single-minded, chivalrous, patriotic man upon earth. He would have cut his right hand off before he would sell a State secret confided to his keeping. It is absurd, impossible, preposterous to anyone who knew him.” Always trust the opinion of his fiancee. This young clerk was innocent

My friend's face grew graver still. “Anything else?” “He said that we were slack about such matters—that it would be easy for a traitor to get the plans.” Poor security. Why am I not surprised

“We were to go to the theatre. The fog was so thick that a cab was useless. We walked, and our way took us close to the office. Suddenly he darted away into the fog.” “Without a word?” “He gave an exclamation; that was all. Clearly no planned theft then.

“I'm afraid,” said Holmes, smiling, “that all the queen's horses and all the queen's men cannot avail in this matter.” He had spread out his big map of London and leaned eagerly over it. Holmes is a map nerd! Same, Holmes, same. Now the question: what clue did he find from the map?

All the long November evening I waited, filled with impatience for his return. At last, shortly after nine o'clock, there arrived a messenger with a note: Am dining at Goldini's Restaurant, Gloucester Road, Kensington. Please come at once and join me there. Bring with you a jemmy, a dark lantern, a chisel, and a revolver. Danger date! Love it. No clue what a dark lantern is

Try one of the proprietor's cigars. They are less poisonous than one would expect. That is not reassuring at all, Holmes

When I found that the leading international agent, who had just left London, lived in a row of houses which abutted upon the Underground, I was so pleased that you were a little astonished at my sudden frivolity.” So the colonel was innocent this time? Or did he still steal the papers, and then sell them to this agent?

We must bear in mind that Oberstein has gone to the Continent to dispose of his booty, but not with any idea of flight; for he had no reason to fear a warrant, and the idea of an amateur domiciliary visit would certainly never occur to him. Yet that is precisely what we are about to make.” “Could we not get a warrant and legalize it?” “Hardly on the evidence.” They are going to break in! Exciting!

He sprang up and shook me by the hand. “I knew you would not shrink at the last,” said he, and for a moment I saw something in his eyes which was nearer to tenderness than I had ever seen. The next instant he was his masterful, practical self once more. Awww :) Be gay, do crime, boys!

“A fairly complete record, Watson! If we could only get at the man at the other end!” He sat lost in thought, tapping his fingers on the table. Finally he sprang to his feet. Colonel! I haven't given up on my theory yet

I think we might drive round to the offices of the Daily Telegraph, and so bring a good day's work to a conclusion.” I guess that Holmes wants to lure the other accomplice out by placing a new message

But some of these days you'll go too far, and you'll find yourself and your friend in trouble.” “For England, home and beauty—eh, Watson? Holmes you flirt

“By George!” cried Lestrade. “If he answers that we've got him!” “That was my idea when I put it in. I think if you could both make it convenient to come with us about eight o'clock to Caulfield Gardens we might possibly get a little nearer to a solution.” We're nearing the conclusion :)

One of the most remarkable characteristics of Sherlock Holmes was his power of throwing his brain out of action and switching all his thoughts on to lighter things whenever he had convinced himself that he could no longer work to advantage. I remember that during the whole of that memorable day he lost himself in a monograph which he had undertaken upon the Polyphonic Motets of Lassus. For my own part I had none of this power of detachment, and the day, in consequence, appeared to be interminable. The great national importance of the issue, the suspense in high quarters, the direct nature of the experiment which we were trying—all combined to work upon my nerve. It was a relief to me when at last, after a light dinner, we set out upon our expedition. This is a wonderful bit of insight into their characters. Watson is anxiety-inclined. Holmes is able to switch that off to a perhaphs unsafe level - anxiety helps keeps you alive, after all, not good to not have it at all.

The man glared round him, staggered, and fell senseless upon the floor. With the shock, his broad-brimmed hat flew from his head, his cravat slipped sown from his lips, and there were the long light beard and the soft, handsome delicate features of Colonel Valentine Walter. The colonel again. I fucking knew it. Careful, Watson, if you can find more words for his beauty you might faint yourself

I did not murder him! I'm innocent! I only did nothing to prevent it and then did not call for help and then helped get rid of the body!

Some weeks afterwards I learned incidentally that my friend spent a day at Windsor, whence be returned with a remarkably fine emerald tie-pin. When I asked him if he had bought it, he answered that it was a present from a certain gracious lady in whose interests he had once been fortunate enough to carry out a small commission. Cadogan West's fiancee gave Holmes a present? That is so sweet

Another fun read. I couldn't care too much about the fate of those papers, but it was a good case. The yellow smog and trains and tunnels added a lot of atmosphere. And Holmes and Watson interacted very cute in this story

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #the bruce-partington plans

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deadsnothere · 9 months

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Mr. Larry jo jo man Johnson.

Synopsis - A new face in an old place.

WARNINGS!! - MENTIONS OF MURDER, SLITTING, AND MORE GRUESOME THINGS. THIS IS A SALLY FACE FAN FICTION WHERE I ONLY KEEP A BIT OF THE CANON LIKE GHOST AND SHIT BUT FUCK THE CULT!

Request - no i'm not taking them sorry xoxo

Word count - 2.2k

Speak Ali! - no

Summer junior year, a blue haired boy moved into Addison apartments.

He lived in 402 while I lived in 404. His dad said hello to my mother but I had no plans of talking with the son he mentioned while talking to her. Even if she put me up to it anyways. I was fine with just Larry, Ash, and Todd. We were an odd group with completely different personalities but we always somehow didn't murder each other. We even enjoyed each other's company! Shocking, I know.

That was until I waltzed into Larry's house after he called me on the walkie-talkie, saying he had something important to tell me. I of course answered back with the fact I had my own news. When I walked in I heard sanity fall’s blasting as usual. Opening his door Screaming over his music, as I always do when Lisa wasn't home. “LARRY JO JO MAN JOHNSO-...son.” I quickly shut myself up when I saw a blue haired person standing near Larry. Larry turned down the music, laughing his ass off as he did so.

“HAHA, THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE-” I quickly ran to Larry, elbowing him in the chest before turning to the blue haired person in front of me, putting on a cheesy smile and pushing my hand out for them to shake as Larry dramatically clutches his chest. “Hello I'm Alias Foreman. Completely normal, I swear.” Larry stopped groaning in pain and started laughing. “HAHAHA YOU NORMA-” I stepped on his foot, enough to make him shut up but not really hurt him. “OW dammit Ali.” The person in front of me took my hand and shook it nervously. “I'm Sal, Sal fisher. Friends call me Sally face.

“Nice to meet you!” looking down at Larry, who was now wrapping his arms around his chest, kneeling trying to keep steady after I knocked him down abit. “I see you met Mr. Larry Jo Jo man Johnson.” Sal did a slow nod and looked down with me to what I assume is his new friend. “Yeah his mom gave me a keycard and said I should come meet her son.” I looked up to him nodding along with him. “Ah, sucked in by Lisa’s kindness. Thought her son would be the same but instead came down to find a dumbass, I feel for you.”

Sal laughed as Larry looked up at me, offended. “Excuse me! I was the one tricked here!” He took my leg in his arms and started to shake me around, making me fall. I fell on top of Larry, dramatically drew my hand out and gasped. I could feel Larry roll his eyes as I did a whole little spiel about how “horrible Larry was” and “Save me from this monster Sal”. When I was dramatically laid, there was my hand out and the other on my forehead. Sal was holding an arm to his stomach from laughing so hard.

I finally got a good look at him, he was..cute. He wore red torn up pants, a black long sleeved shirt on, as well as a prosthetic mask, the softest looking blue hair circled around his mask, and a beautiful pair of blue eyes looked down at me. He obviously had noticed me staring at him when he stopped laughing and looked away from me, either in embarrassment or flusteredness. I gasped slightly and tried my hardest to stand up but was thwarted by Mr. Larry JoJo Johnson himself. Who after my few seconds of staring at Sally decided to wrap his legs around my torso and started to jab me in the side with his entire hand.

I jumped trying to get away from him but he held me in place. “HAHA- S-SAL HELP-” I reached my hand out and to my surprise, he actually took it. Pulling me up and onto the steady ground, Out of Larry's clutches. “NOO! My victim- come back!” He complained loudly, reaching for me. I shook my head at him and started re-thinking everything, the word Victim triggering a memory in my head.

I watched Larry get up and grabbed his shoulders, shaking them a bit. “Wait! Larry, why did you call me down? Because if it's the same as what I have to tell you- we're fucked.” His eyes widened with shock as he probably forgot to. “Oh shit dude! I completely forgot about that for a second.” I nodded along with him and let go of his shoulders. “Larry, does this have to do with Mrs.Sanderson?” he silently nodded with a frown on his face. Sal beside us looked around, but I couldn't tell if he was confused or not.

“Oh Sal, I'm so sorry. You moved in as someone is about to move out..” Sal looked me in the eye, obviously confused. “Is that what those police officers were for? Mrs. Sanderson?” I looked over to Larry who started nodding so I did the same. “Yeah..She was murdered last night and I'm pretty sure I know who.” I snapped my head over to him with wide eyes. “WHO- Do you know it's Charley too?” I looked over to Sal. “He lives on the second floor, I don't like going near him after what happened last summer…I'll explain it when we know each other a little better.” He gave me a thumbs up and we both looked towards Larry, who started talking again.

“I'm pretty sure it is- I was helping Mrs. Sanderson yesterday- with her clogged toilet, Like I said I would after you went home..I was just finishing up when I heard him burst in, yelling like a maniac. She tried to calm him down, but before she could even get a few words out, he was cutting her throat open.” A part of my heart dropped, and so did I. I sat down on Larry's bed, a hand over my eyes. “I was shocked, couldn't move. I was frozen by fear, man. Just peeking through the crack in the bathroom door.” … “Anyways it all happened so fast and then he cleaned up quickly and left. I don't know how, but he didn't even see me.” I want to throw up. There was a silence before Larry cut it again. “I haven't told anyone yet, not even my mom. But I trust you two.”

“What the fuck is up with that dude.” - “I know it's- it was horrifying.” Larry answered back. I looked over to Sal to see what he thought about this, but I couldn't tell much, other then his eyes bored into the carpeted floor. “Did you tell the cops at all?” Sal finally spoke after a bit of silence from all three of us. “I tried to tell the detective by the entrance but he didn't believe me..me and Alias don't have the best record with the police.” I sighed and lifted my head from my palm. “I almost ran into him after he killed her-” Both of them looked at me with wide eyes. “I- I-...I almost ran into him..he didn't try anything but after i heard the scream and my parents called the police I looked outside..just peeked and I saw him, he was wearing medical gloves and looked around but once he saw me he ran away.” A shiver went down my spine, while I thought about what I saw. Sal put a hand on my right shoulder while Larry put a hand on my left and sat down beside me on his bed.

Sal removed his hand gently, looking around and stopping his eyes trail on the police scanner. “What's that?” Both Larry and I looked up. “Oh that's my Police scanner. I can listen in on local cop chatter.” The questioner looked quite confused. “How the hell did you get this thing?” Me and Larry looked at each other the question bringing up a very interesting memory for us both. “That's a story for another day. but, hey you just gave me a great idea.” Larry walked towards the scanner. “If I make a fake call, maybe that can distract them long enough for you to sneak into 403.” - “Maybe we can find some kind of evidence to show that detective, something they weren't looking for, then he’ll fucking believe us.” “Pretty quick to sign me up for the break in.” I looked over to Sal, who was obviously joking.

“Well i gotta make the call, and alias is-” Larry was quick to rebuttal, but Sal just waved him off. “I'm just messing with you, I'm totally up for this, I've been watching to peek inside that room anyways.” Larry turned on the radio and started tuning it to get to the correct channel. “Sweet! Alias, do you wanna go with?” I looked up from the scanner to see that both of them were staring at me. “..not really- but! I have something I could give you for now.”

I walked over to Larry's dresser and plucked one of the two Walkie-Talkies off it. “Here, we were going to give it to Todd, but we can always buy a new one. Press that shift button and it’ll give you an option to call either Me or Larry. For now call Larry but I'll call you when I get back to my room.” Sal held eye contact with me for a second while he nodded and put it in his pocket, it stuck out a bit but either way his outfit looked pretty cute. I sat back down on Larry's bed, falling back to lay down. Larry continued talking to Sal while I found one of the many stuffed animals I'd left in Larry's room whenever I came over, attaching myself to it. My eyes ping ponged their conversation.

“So what's the plan?” - “I'll call in a bank robbery, hostage situation. That should clear out the cops for sure. Guessing that’ll give us a few minutes before they figure out it wasn't real. You gotta be upstairs when we do that, so we can make those minutes count. Call me on the Walkie-talkie, It should already be set to the right channel. Alias will answer back once I’ve called it in, and you can go check out the room. Then I can give you a heads up too, once I know the cops are coming back. and report to Alias if you find anything.” - “Sounds solid to me.” - “head to your room and let me know when you’re ready.”

My eyes followed Sal as he walked out, Pigtails bouncing. As soon as the door was shut Larry looked over to me. “Alias.” Oh god. I already knew what he was going to say. “Larry, I swear to the gods-” He walked over to me and jumped on the bed. “Nope- you're not getting out of it.” I rolled my eyes at him and picked up a pillow from the top of his bed, covering my face with it. “Be Careful you might pick up the wrong pillow.” I screamed and quickly stood up, off the bed.

“EW YOU'RE DISGUSTING-” He busted in laughter. “I'M KIDDING, I’M KIDDING.” I sat back down next to him, rolling my eyes. We sat in silence for a few seconds before I spoke up. “He was kinda cute-” - “I KNEW IT! YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON SALLY FACE!” He jumped up and pumped his fist in the air in triumph, because he thought he was right. “Oh shut up!- it's not like I'm in love with him OR have a crush on him! He's just cute-..” a knock came to the door as soon as I stopped talking. My hands started shaking slightly as Larry yelled out. “It's open!”

Sal walked back in the room, the tips of his ears red. “Maybe just switch the bank robbery with an armed robbery like a gas station or drug store.” We both looked at him confused, My face was bright red so I laid back down and hid it in a stuffed animal. “S-So it's more believable-” Larry nodded while laughing. “Hmm, yeah i guess you’re right. Good call, Sally!” He closed the door again, leaving me to jump Larry. “I’M GONNA KICK YOUR- COME HERE.” I picked up the pillow from earlier and started to beat him with it. “YOU ASS WAD- IF HE HEARD WHAT YOU SAID- IM GONNA.” Larry was laughing too hard to take me seriously. He grabbed the pillow from me with a bit of struggle and sat me down on his bed with the walkie-talkie, and turned up his record player.

Once Sal made his way up to his own room and called us, Larry made the call to the police then he made his way out, after handing me a pen and pad to write things down.

He found a few things while he was there, mostly murdery stuff I had written down.

“There's a broken coffee table with some books.” I adjusted the notepad again to start writing a bulleted list down. “Anything suspicious?” - “Just looks like junk to me.” I told him to keep moving and tried my best not to get paranoid. “Man, this is pretty twisted.” I sighed softly and nodded, but realized he couldn't see me. “Mhm.” The thought of seeing that room made my blood curdle. “There's these little figures. Looks like one is missing, I can see a small clearing in the blood.” and a missing pony from Mrs.Sanderson collection with blood pooling underneath it. “Sal. Make your way back. I have an idea of how we can prove it.” It made my blood boil, and my skin crawl. I stood up from Larry's bed and turned up the music hoping that would drown out my paranoid thoughts, just playing sanity until he got back.

“Sanderson and Charley both collected those weird toys, they’re nuts over those things.” Larry was explaining it to Sal while I continued to lay on the floor spread like a starfish. “Mrs.Sanderson got a super rare one, i think. She was telling me about that day I was fixing her toilet.” She told me about it that morning when I passed her while she was taking her trash out. “Anyways, I bet you Charley couldn't resist taking it! In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if that's why he offered her in the first place.” He looked down at me and patted my head. “That dude has always did give me the creeps. After what happened last summer..” I smiled back at Larry before sitting up, Sal spoke up next. “Wow, this is crazy. This guy definitely needs to get caught. We can't live in a building with a murderer.” I nodded. “Exactly.” There was silence after that, both of the boys were surprised I spoke up.

We were all sitting in silence for a minute, which seemed to be a theme today. I could feel the tension, it was so thick..Until i spoke up. “I gotta go into charley's room and grab the toy he stole.” Larry looked at me completely shocked and immediately stood up. “Alias are you fucking crazy? You know what he did the last time you tried to steal one of those things!” I winced at the mention and looked away from Larry. “I-It's fine- I'm older now I can do better.” Larry wasn't hearing it. “No, I don't care how old you are. You are not going in there alone, I would rather kill him myself than do that to you.” Sal was watching this interaction from the sidelines, obviously confused but understanding at the same time.

“What if I go with them?”

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