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tom-foolery-incorporated · 1 year

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The Appetite of a Mad Man

NSFW MDNI, pussy drunk!Beel, overstimulation, squirting, AFAB!reader, gender neutral, racially ambiguous, size kink, full nelson, reader gets used as a fleshlight, big beefy bara boy, pussy eating champ Beel

Beel couldn't help himself when you looked so small next to him. The way the top of your head only reached his chest or how you had to look up at him to make eye contact. It was so cute how your small hands got swallowed by his big ones every time you reached for him. What really made Beel go crazy was the little squeal of joy you let out when he picked you up and flopped you over his shoulder when you wouldn't stop talking to Mammon. He honestly only wanted to take you away from his older brother to cuddle but how happy you seemed to be when he man handled you made something in his lower stomach itch with need. When he flopped you onto his bed you looked like a perfect angel to him. Your eyes were crinkled from your smile as your hands lay near your head. When Beel's purple eyes met yours he could only see love and admiration in them.

"Beel!" you giggled reaching your arms out for him with grabby hands. Beel knelt down on the bed with his left knee between your legs to keep them spread. He supported his large body weight on his elbows so he could press his face to your temple. Your arms wrapped around his neck trying to pull him as close as possible. "You smell so good," Beel mumbled into your hair. You shivered at the feeling of his breath tickling your skin. "I started using a new conditioner," you mused rubbing the back of your boyfriend's neck. Beel hummed as he took a deeper breath in. "You should keep using it," he said softly against your hair, "I like how it smells on you." You couldn't help the warm feeling that pooled in your stomach when you felt how Beel's voice rumbled with his chest pressed to yours.

"MC," Beel said pulling back to make eye contact with you, "do you want to have sex?"

You were shocked at his forwardness and couldn't help but sputter around your words when searching for a response. "It's okay if you don't," Beel assured you, "just know that I like you in that way." The precious smile he had on his face when he said that made him look far too innocent than what the situation demanded. "Y-yes!" you finally managed to blurt out, "I do. I do want to have sex with you, Beel."

You could have melted from the sweet look on Beelzebub's face as he ran the back of his fingers down the side of your face. You just stared up at the massive demon in awe at how peaceful and content he looked just by being in your presence. Beel held your face with his hands, careful to support his weight on his knees, and took your lips into his.

At first kissing Beel was a strange experience since you had a new flavor every time. It wasn't until he kissed you with jalapeno and onion breath that he made a habit of brushing his teeth more regularly. But right now you could taste the orange soda he had just had on his tongue as it ran over yours so tenderly. Despite Beelzebub's massive size, he managed to be so gentle with you. It was like a grizzly bear handling a mouse. You couldn't help but giggle into the kiss when you compared your relationship to that video of a gorilla petting a groundhog you had seen a couple months ago.

Beel pulled back with a crooked smile on his face and his eyes half lidded. "What?" he asked peppering kisses up your neck, "did I tickle you?" You shook your head and ran your finger through his orange locks, "no, you're just so cute." Beelzebub hummed looking down at your face so beautifully glowing with happiness. He felt something in him burst at the thought that he was the one making you so happy.

"MC," Beelzebub's deep voice sent shivers down your spine, "I wanna taste you." You furrowed your eyebrows and bit your lip at his request. "I'm all yours, Beel," you said barely above a whisper. You noticed a shift in his behavior when you said that. Behind his purple eyes a carnal need shown through. His lips hung slightly open as he focused on unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down. You lifted your hips to help but Beel barely noticed your movements. The tone of the room went from cotton candy pink to a deep velvety red in an instant. Beelzebub unceremoniously tossed your jeans to the ground leaving you in only your underwear and your shirt. He grabbed the backs of your knees and pushed your legs towards your chest marveling at the wet spot that was now appearing on the crotch of your underwear.

Beelzebub's pupils went wide like a cat ready to pounce. Drool dripped from his bottom lip and before you knew it the room was filled with a ripping sound. Beel tossed the shredded fabric that was once your underwear to the side. "Beel!" you whined propping yourself onto your elbows but you were quickly pulled into Beel as he sat on his knees with your lower body resting on his chest. You curled your toes at how easily your boyfriend managed to move you as well as how you could feel his awakening erection on the back of your neck. Your pussy was directly in Beel's face for his viewing pleasure. Wet folds were slick with your arousal and glistened in the soft light of his bedroom. Beelzebub traced his eyes over every detail of your labia. His eyes marveled at how your erect clit twitched with need.

Beel held the hood of your clit back with his thumb and index finger and traced the tip of his tongue over the very top of your clit. You bucked your hips and let out a whiny moan at the feeling of having your most delicate bundle of nerves so outwardly stimulated. Beel ran his fat tongue from your needy hole through your labia and back to tease around your clit. You grabbed at his forearms that held you so steadily to his chest for support. "You taste so good," Beel mumbled into your pussy drinking up as much of your juices as he could. You did your best to keep your breathing steady as Beelzebub's lips wrapped around your wanting clit and sucked. His tongue poked out through his lips and continued teasing the very tip of your clit making your legs squirm and your hips jolt with every lick. You felt his hold on you tighten as he found a rhythm of sucking your clit, licking through your folds then tongue fucking your hole.

"Beel!" you moaned out earning a low hum from your boyfriend, "fuck!" For the first time since he started engorging on your pussy he made eye contact with you. You felt your heart stop at how absolutely starved he looked. His eyes held a deep hunger that you only saw when he was denied food. Beelzebub held your gaze as he sucked so greedily on your clit. Your eyebrows furrowed and you could only whine in response to the direct stimulation to your cunt. His devouring grew more impassioned when he heard your needy moans filling the air around him. Beel needed to feel you cum on his tongue. If he did not feel your body twitch and shake with pleasure with his mouth still on your throbbing bud, he was sure he would die some sort of tragic death.

Your hips rolled against his face pathetically trying to get more and more of his mouth on your pussy. Beelzebub growled into your cunt at how desperate you looked right now. Your chest was heaving, your thighs twitching, your hands were taking handfuls of his pants the best they could, and your head was now thrown back in pleasure. Beel tightened one arm around your waist as he removed his other to slide two fingers into your throbbing hole.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion of his digits and felt your stomach tighten at the feeling of having your G-spot directly stimulated by the pads of his fingers. You felt your orgasm crash down on you as your legs shook with fervor over Beel's shoulders. The demon could feel pride growing in his chest at how easily he could make you come undone but his hunger only grew when your wanton moans reached his ears.

"B-Beel!" you whined when your orgasm began to wash away but his mouth and fingers continued to work on you as if Beelzebub's life would end if he wasn't slurping up your juices and fucking your pussy on his large fingers. Your legs were moving and twitching on their own due to the overstimulation that Beel bestowed upon you. His feverish feasting didn't let up no matter how much you whined and cried out. Until Beel heard the safe word, he wasn't stopping. Your cunt was too delicious to stop licking at and the way your hole squelched around and swallowed his fingers drove Beelzebub mad with lust. You could feel tears pooling in your eyes as you squeeze them shut from the feeling of both pain and pleasure that Beel brought to you. You could feel embarrassment heating your already sweltering body up with every wet sound your pussy made and every slurping sound Beel made after.

Suddenly your eyes popped open and your hips shot forward against his face. You could feel juices shoot our of your overstimulated cunt as your body seized in pure ecstasy. Beelzebub lapped up as much of your squirt as he could. He pulled out his fingers to cup around your cunt in order to let the liquid pool so he could drink your essence. You whined feeling his hot tongue trace over your folds looking to clean up the mess it so happily caused. Beelzebub pulled his face out of your cunt with strings of your juices still connecting his lips to your sloppy folds. Your vision became blurry through the tears that pooled in your eyes but you could see the love-struck and hungry expression Beel had pointed at you.

"MC," Beelzebub said wiping his lips with the back of his hand, "can you still move?" You kicked your legs to see if they still worked before giving a nod back to your boyfriend. "Yeah," you said breathlessly, "I think so." Beel smiled at you so warmly you almost forgot he had just made you squirt in his face. "Then can I fuck your pussy?" Your whole body shivered at how Beelzebub so casually asked such a crude question. "Fuck, Beel," you moaned, "yes! Please fuck me, Beelzebub!" Beel slowly slid you down his torso so your back could make contact with his bed once again. Your legs sat on either side of his hips as you propped yourself on your elbows. Beelzebub carefully crawled off the bed so he could remove his clothes. You watched carefully as Beelzebub pulled off his shirt. Your eyes slid down his body marveling at his large pecs, strong abdomen, and carved Adonis belt. Your eyes traced over the ginger happy trail all the way to where his cock lay trapped in his pants. You were sure the button on his pants would pop off at any second with how much his massive dick was pushing against the crotch of his pants.

You licked your lips watching Beel's strong hands, the same hands he finger fucked you with, unbutton and unzip his pants. He eagerly pulled his pants down taking his boxers with them before tossing them on the floor with his shirt. His cock bobbed against its own weight and leaked with need at the sight of your pliant body laid on his bed. You spread your legs more so Beel could see both the needy wetness you held for him as well as the mess he had made of your folds. "How do you want me, baby?" you asked fidgeting with your lower lip between your teeth. Beelzebub stopped for a moment to consider your question.

"Can you get on your knees and put your butt in the air?" Beel asked with an innocent look on his face. You flipped yourself over and adjusted yourself to his liking. You pressed your chest to his bed and rested your head on your folded arms. Beelzebub grabbed his cock and rubbed it at the sight of your hips waving back and forth. "MC," Beelzebub groaned, "you look so good." He crawled on the bed behind you with a grip on his cock and a firmer hand on your hip. Your body shivered in excitement when the head of his girthy cock rubbed through your folds. The blunt tip of his cock gathered up the wet mix of your cum and his saliva through your folds before pressing against your tight hole.

Beelzebub was never an easy fit no matter how much he prepped you but the way he stretched and filled you was worth it. You moaned out feeling the way Beel's massive cock intruded upon your hole. His cock split your needy cunt open with every inch he pushed in our slobbering hole. "Oh, Beel!" you whined out trying your best not to fuck yourself back onto his hard cock, "I love you! I love you so much!" Beel groaned at the way your walls fluttered and sucked his wanting cock into your warm body. "MC, you feel so good," he moaned doing his best to not start pounding into you. His hands held your cheeks opened so he could see exactly where your greedy cunt held his shaft. "MC," Beel moaned gently thrusting forward earning an appreciative whine from your lips. "Harder, Beel!" you moaned out, "I want you to use my pussy!" Beel growled in appreciation as his pace quickened. The soft pubes on his pelvis tickled your skin as they clapped against your ass with every thrust. Beelzebub leaned forward to wrap his arms around your waist so he could focus all of his energy into you ramming his hips into your tight cunt.

Wet slapping sounds echoed off the walls of Beelzebub's room making you hide your face into your arms. Your moans became shaky with every thrust that push your body forwards in Beelzebub's arms. His heavy balls slapped against your ass with every thrust he pushed into your small body. Your hole accommodated his massive girth so beautifully Beelzebub panted praises into your ear between his grunts and moans. Your thighs shivered at the overstimulation his girthy cock left in your tight hole. When you first had sex with Beel, you were sure he would never be able to fit all the way in. But now you could only shiver in ecstasy at how your cunt hole swallowed his cock to the hilt. You whined out feeling Beel's hot tongue lap up your neck only to be followed by open mouth kisses against your jaw. It was a strong contrast to how Beelzebub so brutally fucked into you and how he left such loving kisses up and down your neck. His hot breath fanned against the bare skin of your shoulder causing goosebumps to rise to the surface.

You felt like an animal in heat the way Beelzebub mounted you and used your hole like his own personal toy. You balanced yourself onto one elbow while your other hand reached between your thighs to toy with your aching clit. The sloppy juices from your pussy leaked downwards with every exit Beelzebub's cock made thoroughly coating your clit in a mixture between your own natural lubricant and the pre that leaked from Beel. You felt electricity jolt through your body when the pads of your middle and ring finger made contact with your clit. The way Beelzebub gnawed and kissed on your neck, the way his cock pushed your gummy walls apart, the way you could feel his torso begin to sweat onto your back, it was all becoming too much. Without warning, you yelled out in ecstasy from the concurrent stimulation to your hole and clit. You panted out Beelzebub's name like a prayer to a merciful god as he plowed your hole through your orgasm.

The stimulation was becoming too much and you reached back to grab at Beelzebub to let him know since with every thrust of his cock words seemed to die in your throat. You clawed at Beelzebub's massive bicep with only pathetic whines leaving your mouth. A low growl emanated from deep within Beel's chest at the way your dull nails scratched at his tough skin. "You feel so good," Beelzebub grumbled into your neck, his body reacting well to your whining. "I don't think I can stop." Your eyes went wide when Beelzebub pulled his upper body away from yours to wrap his large hands around your thighs and hoist you into a full nelson with his hands clasped on the back of your head leaving your arms pinned behind his and your legs uselessly draped over his elbows. Your eyes stay trained on where his powerful cock pistoned in and out of your over-fucked hole. The burning overstimulation stayed with every frictionless thrust Beelzebub made into you.

It seemed that his gluttony was getting the better of him and despite you having already cum, he wanted more from your pussy. It's only fair that he fucks you senseless after all since you did tell him to use your pussy how he pleased. The wet clapping sounds of his cock pummeling your cunt grew messier. Your poor fucked out cunt produced schlopping sounds that only drove Beel to madness. The warm encompassing feeling of your body so lovingly accommodating his massive girth so wonderfully. If given the the opportunity, Beelzebub would have you sat on his cock all hours of the day for him to use.

Fat tears filled your eyes as the overstimulation turned into pleasure with every pound Beel delivered to your squelching cunt. "I'm gonna fill you," Beelzebub growled through gritted teeth. "Going to knock you up. Fuck you full of my cum." You nodded your head to the best of your ability with his firm grip on the back of your head. Beel continued to mumble various "fuck, I love you," and "gonna pump you full of cum," through your pleasured wailing. A wet feeling washed through your cunt making you squeal out Beelzebub's as a flood of squirt erupted from your cunt. A clear spray of your cum rushed out of you splashing and dribbling onto the messed up sheets of of Beelzebub's bed in front of you. Your mouth hung open in amazement at not only how you squirted but how much came out. Beel's thrusts faltered as he watched you spray your cum onto his sheets from over your head. All he could do was release a low groan as his own warm cum flooded your sloppy cunt. He slammed your poor body down onto his cock so he was fully sheathed as he pumped his load into your warm body.

Beelzebub shivered through his orgasm as you hung uselessly in his arms. You panted softly trying to ground yourself after having your pussy so thoroughly used by your boyfriend. Beelzebub slowly pulled out of you making you whine from the overstimulation of his cock gliding against your walls once again. "MC?" Beel asked in a quiet voice as he adjusted your position so he could place you on the edge of the bed. Careful to avoid the puddle of squirt you left on his sheets, you flopped down with your chest rhythmically moving up and down. "Are you okay?" Beel asked kneeling between your knees. "Yeah," you huffed "yeah. That was great." You closed your eyes and hummed at the feeling of Beelzebub's strong hands massaging your legs as they hung like spaghetti over the edge of the bed. You opened your eyes and propped yourself up onto your elbows when you heard Beelzebub move to get up. He looked down at your debauched form with his lips slightly parted and his eyes half lidded. "Beel," you started, "can we take a bath now?" Beelzebub held his balled fist to his stomach with his eyes still trained on you. "MC, I'm still hungry."

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benslittlestarkiller · 3 months

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Vladimir Makarov Headcannon Imagines

This is dedicated to those who wanted me to write a Vladimir makarov story 💋

Vladimir is a traditional man. He shows his woman respect

He demands respect from you, too, however

If you disrespect him, it’s like a fun game for him

He gets to punish you

He makes sure the punishment is not only fun for him, but fun for you as well

Everything is consensual between you

And he also likes when you’re on top… though he never emit it…

Vladimir take you on dates to expensive restauraunts. You can order whatever you want

Total sugar daddy material. He buys you dresses and expanto sive jewellery,

he take you to Prsfda, VChannel, Gucchi, , Her,mires,

All the nicest stores in Moscow

You never have to work a day in you life with him, cus he will take CARE of you.

Yiu do NOt have to voook, clean or anything elsoe

He hires a maid for you, she do everything

You call him “Vladdy” or “Vladdy Daddy’

Vladmir stoood on the balcony of his expensive high rise penthouse apartment suite condominium umm

He never like to see you wear revealing deresss. Your body for his eye only. NO man loo at yoo

OR ELSE BREAK KNEE…..

You came up behind he and wrap ur fingers around he waist gently feeling his hardened muscles and sclupted booty, his firm body tough from battles he had won during his time in the military when he was younger, the training had formed him in to the hardend virilie form he had now.

“What is it baby girl” he asked in Russian accentw

He accent make your coochie tighten with need for he hardened thivk veiny bulging cook

When Flaccid it was like a Makarov pistole.

But when standing at attention like right now it was big as AK-47

“Vladdy I want you” you said in a breathless voice

“I want you too baby girl” he picked you up

And set you down effortlessly on the balcony railing 50 stories up

He grips youe thighs in his strong hands spreading your legs as wide as the black sea

Your princess parts already just as wet as the sea 2, u panties drooping weet and socked with need for Valdimie

“Ohhh please daddy I need it, my coochie is tingling”

Ur word gets hum going with intense adn debilitatng nerf NEED

So sorry guys news device so HWSF. t hard to tupe type with :C

His dick slid against your intimage area, his dripping essence mingling with yours

He slode your panties aasdide and pushed the tip, like the Onion dome of St Basils Chuch, against

You dripping aching cunt.

He take tim e filling you slowly so you fee each inch adn centimeter of his engorged and throbbing member

Your head falls back in exsctasy “OJHHHk….” you manned

nd he MAnned too. TThe feleling of. f your atight wales

Encasing him and sucking his deeper

He filled you deeply until he breached the sensitive barrier of your cachinh aching cervix

“OHHHHH Please full me deeper VlDDDY!”

“Oh baby gur yuo felt so sgoood……. ugh ugh ugh”

Each moan of his pleasure made you wall clench, squeesing him tight like squeezing into a pair of jeans after eating a generous bowl of borscht.

“oh, Bladimir, I can;t i htink i’m gonna……”

You body shakwes violently as you come on his virlie cup

“AHHHH@@!!!!! Bladdy!!!! Vlad@@!!!!”

The feelungb of u tight geat him close t o the edge of falling off thr edge of bluss

But h held back,

His trusts becme hurdle nd fatter as he is losing himswlf in plosure

His cock swells like a sponge left in the sink during washing up after dinner

But you didn’t knew about it acuz your maid did it

Hoa beethunf becined eruged BS

And thun he cams inside your

Hole

Thick hefty spurts fill your waiting womb like a bowl waiting to be filled with borscht

Or a pelmeni dumpling being filled with a serving of meat and veggies

His cum drips our off you down your leg and then down off the belcuny into the city street of Moscow Russia

Cum fell like sno soft and wet onto the winter city

Your love dripping for all too seee

Even the maid

As she cum alung to clean the evideance away offf the balcunty

That day and night Vladimir Jr was conceived in a flurry of pission

Ladimurlove his sun

Vladimir jr

He was a good boy raised by his loving mother ans father

You love him. Raise him to fight in war

The wing

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ayufufu · 23 days

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OnionThief x Rival!MC

Word Count: 4368

Summary: In which OnionThief and his rival get paired up for a project. But for the first time, he gets to see what it’s like for them behind the scenes of their bratty know-it-all personality (basically academic burnout).

Author’s Note: Started sometime in 2020, finished April 5th, 2024. I present the sassy, probably out-of-character, OnionThief and his little rival. Trust, it’s been like 3 years since I’ve played this game. Oh lord am I out of touch with this fandom. It is buried within me right now. But hey, finished writing. I am proud of the beginning half, the ending might not be it though.

“Eat shit and die.”

“Yes, fuck you.” These whispers flew past surrounding peers, already used to overhearing this type of bickering between the pair. It was never truly clear how it began. They tested each other’s knowledge, butting heads every year since high school. Y/N and Onionthief simply found each other insufferable, their hostility seemed to intensify when they found out they applied to the same college. It was as though they were water and oil, never being able to mix well. The professors chose to pay no mind since both were still excelling. Their grades were incredibly high, scores screaming in pain at the height they were reaching, extra credit opportunities never wasted.

“You’re all dismissed, please remember to review pages 556 to 590 for next week.” The class let out dim cheers, the sounds of paper rustling, bags zipping, and peers exchanging words filling the large room. As Y/N finished packing their last item away, they rushed straight to the door. Walking to the outside of campus, they made a mental to-do list. Assignments were beginning to pile up, but Winter break was right there. Couldn’t stop now.

“Move,” Onion’s voice rang out as he shoved his shoulder into theirs harshly, a scoff coming from them as they’re broken from their thoughts.

“I wasn’t aware the 15 feet of space around me was nonexistent,” Y/N spat. Their eyes followed his back as he continued his fast pace without a word. Unbelievable. Turning to walk the other direction, the sounds of their peers filled their ears. Silently restarting their to-do list, the sounds became a blur. The walk to their apartment was a routine, passing the different trees and couples before reaching the bridge. Rushing across, the sounds of another pair of footsteps flooded their ears.

“So you’ve resorted to stalking me,” Onion sneered. Y/N turned around, head flooded with annoyance.

“I live here, you’re aware of that.” “Right.” He walked over to the bridge pulling a small bottle from his pocket. Y/N watched curiously as he tipped it over the edge and shook it a bit. Realizing he was feeding the fish, Y/N walked off, bag bouncing with each step. The eyes following them were left unnoticed, the sounds of class echoing in their mind all the way to their desk.

“I mentioned at the beginning of the year that there will be one major partner assignment in this class, serving as our midterm final.” Groans and whispers of cheers filled the room, peers feeling dreadful while others spotted friends across the room. Y/N sighed, head resting in their arms. Glad he’s at least sitting somewhere else.

“Alright, settle down. These partners will be assigned by your latest test scores.” Right... Y/N clicked their pen impatiently, feeling the metal between their fingers, more sounds of displeasure filling the room. The teacher droned on about the details of the project, explaining how lower scores would be assigned tutors for their projects.

“Let’s start with the highest scores shall we?” They sat up.

“Y/N and—” Clack. The sound of the pen hitting the table drew the attention of a few surrounding classmates, but Y/N didn’t even take notice.

“You two don’t need a tutor so you’ll be able to view the project details online. Now for…” He was their partner. For once, a teacher decided to pair them up. They sat through the rest of the class, every word flowing through their ears and out the other. Nothing was staying put into their mind. I just had to be paired with such an insufferable… Shaking their head, they heard the professor dismiss them.

“Well, I guess I’m ready to fail this assignment.” And there he is. They began packing their stuff, shoving the items in the bag messily.

“Same here, you’ll just drag down my grade even if we did try.”

“Right, what was this worth again, 50%?” Y/N stopped their aggressive packing at this.

“Where did you get that this was 50%?” “Read the details dumbass,” he passed his phone to them. Their eyes skimmed over the details, the 50 percent and “due in 10 days” standing out from everything else. The phone was plucked out of their hands as he smirked, tucking it away. He left the room, Y/N trailing behind. They couldn’t just skip the assignment, their hard-earned A+ would easily drop in just one month. Onion tried his best not to notice the footsteps behind him, knowing it was them. He held back chuckles as he wondered how long they’d follow him.

“Hey shallot-head,” Y/N called. He hummed in acknowledgment, but he still didn’t change pace or look their way. Y/N was starting to struggle to keep up the pace, always one step or two behind from walking next to him, not noticing the smirk he was hiding. They finally huffed before grabbing the back of his shirt to stop him completely. He halted at the sudden pressure, a smirk forming a look of surprise while Y/N rushed to face him.

“Listen shallot, I can’t afford to skip this assignment.” He cocked an eyebrow at this.

“The Y/N cannot afford to skip this assignment? I’m sure you can lose half of your grade, still pass, and I would be able to avoid your ridiculously low IQ.” Their head felt hot at the sound of his ridiculing.

“I need to pass this assignment. I can do the work, but you just need to revise some parts to look like it’s yours,” Y/N pleaded. He seemed to ponder the options, putting his chin between his fingers.

“No.” He turned to leave. “Wait– I offer instant miso!” His head perked up.

“Green onions too, plus I’ll throw in extra tofu.” He grabbed Y/N’s wrist roughly before beginning to drag them to the apartment in a rush, Y/N struggling once more to keep up, relief washing their body.

“I need to stop here for a moment.” He approached the bridge again, the same bottle as before in his hand. Y/N watched him shake the bottle once more, fish crowding the area again. He turned back to them before nodding and walking to the complex, Y/N tailing after. Once they called the elevator, awkward silence surrounded them. For the first time since they began their walk (run) back, tension swallowed them whole, arms and legs aching from arduous journeys across campus and poor posture in class.

Y/N stepped into the elevator first, clicking the third-floor button once Onion stepped in. They side-eyed him, taking in his tense yet relaxed state. Y/N willed themselves to relax their stiff body while the elevator doors spread open.

“Do you need anything from your room or are you good to go,” Y/N asked, adjusting the bag on their back.

“I don’t need anything else. I bring all my work necessities with me” They nodded at his response before putting in their pin and unlocking the door. They walked straight in, putting away their necessities, shoes by the door, and water bottle on the table.

“Right, um, you could set up in the kitchen while I make your miso?” Onion nodded and began to set his stuff on the chair next to Y/N’s stuff while they began putting a pot of water on the stove. As Onion began pulling out his laptop and notes, he stared at Y/N’s back while they shuffled around the kitchen grabbing things out of cabinets and drawers. His brows furrowed in annoyance at the unwanted presence, punching his laptop code in with more pressure.

“Don’t you have a desk?” Onion sighed at the environment.

“I do, but it only fits me. I didn’t plan on having anyone study at my apartment until now.” The instant miso powder hit the boiling water, the aroma filling the room, the silence of their voices following. Bubbling water and mouse clicks were the only things heard for a few more minutes, the atmosphere stiff. Eventually, two bowls of miso, two laptops, two notebooks, and two comp sci students were positioned at the table.

“So, let’s test the limits of your stupidity.” “...I literally have a higher score than you.”

“Ok, and?” Y/N leaned back in their chair. They barely even started, the soup still steaming, but their bickering was starting up once more.

“I’m just saying, that B in algorithms seems to say something about you.” Harshly sighing, Y/N tipped their head back to the ceiling, their eyes tracing the patterns in the material.

“If you don’t pay attention I will chug this miso and leave.” They snapped their head towards him. They sat up and positioned their arms to type before realizing they hadn’t even read all of the assignment details yet. This was going to be a long month.

10 days.

“No dumbass, this is supposed to be–” “No it isn’t, what the hell?”

“Are you denying the truth? “I am denying what is clearly wrong.” “Look at my notes, it’s right!” Y/N shoved their notes in Onion’s face. Pushing his glasses further up his nose, his eyes scanned the text. After a minute or so, he sighed.

“Your notes are wrong.” Their eyes widened when Onion handed his own notes to them before rereading their notes with a confused expression. Onion had wanted to work on homework before continuing the project to make sure their (mostly his) grades didn’t drop. Upon looking at their notes from the day, their professor's words filled their brain again. They couldn’t stop the disappointment from filling their face, a frown settling on their features. Since they were so sure they were right, they didn’t think their understanding of the topic was off. Onionthief observed their down face, an expression he seldom saw.

8 days.

“I couldn’t grab extra tofu last time I went out for groceries.” Y/N set the bowls down carefully, taking their seat right after. Onion didn’t budge, opting to continue typing away at his laptop. At the lack of response, they cocked an eyebrow. They thought he’d throw a fit, but surprisingly he stayed put. Y/N sighed before opening up their work yet again, shoulders aching. Onion stayed true to the deal, opting to revise the parts Y/N laid out for him while continuing his homework from other classes. At the lack of help and the burden of other classes on their mind, Y/N could feel the shadows of burnout waiting to envelop them. After this, they were prepared to let their bed swallow them whole.

6 days.

“Hey, this is still wrong.” Y/N’s head jerked up from the part of the project they were currently typing out. Onion observed them as they rapidly scrolled to where he was viewing. It was an entry from the beginning of the project. A part that affected the rest of the work. Deeply sighing, the monotone voice in their head began reading again. Despite rereading it constantly, nothing was sticking. It was as though the words didn’t exist. At the lack of response from Y/N after a good few minutes, Onion huffed before highlighting the mistake in the text.

“Oh.” It was all they could let out at the moment. Despite the sentence highlighted, the information wasn’t processed in their head. Their face scrunched up at the hotness filling their head. The sight made an unfamiliar feeling rise in Onion. He breathed out harshly before deleting the sentence, correcting it himself. If it wasn’t for the silence in the kitchen, he doubted he’d ever hear the quiet ‘thanks’ they let out. He froze at the appreciation, the sound of it unfamiliar from them. The hell do they mean ‘thanks’?

5 days.

The project was still unfinished, the amount of work left taunting Y/N as they were left staring at the blank screen yet again. The homework had already seemed to have drained them, but they refused to call it a night yet. Their miso bowl was cold, the ingredients settling to the bottom. Onion had already finished his homework and revised the parts of the project he was given. Now, he seemed to be collecting data on some fantasy web novel. Rubbing their temple, Y/N shut their laptop despite having never even opened the project yet. Their brain was on overdrive, the workload invading their mind and trying to push them to work. Despite their efforts, Y/N just couldn’t bring themself to even pretend they could work, their gaze burning holes in the back of Onion’s laptop.

“Are you finally done with the project,” Onion blurted out, eyes not leaving his screen. No answer. Glancing over the top of his laptop, his eyes were met with Y/N’s drained demeanor. As his gaze wandered over their face, it soon traveled to the untouched bowl on the side. Adjusting his glasses, he shut down his laptop after saving his work, the sudden movement making Y/N jump. He leaned forward, chin resting against the back of his hands.

“Do you need help?” “Why the fuck are you asking like that–” “I’m just asking.” “Yes, but what’s with that pose, you look dramatic.” Onion’s confused face became deadpan at the comment. He opened his mouth to let out a snarky remark before Y/N got up abruptly. He watched as they trudged over to their room, the door shutting softly behind them as a muffled thud was heard.

3 days.

Y/N hasn’t emerged from their room since yesterday, the silence in class left everyone dumbfounded as Onion continued on with his day-to-day classes in silence. Yet as the day came to an end, he found himself in front of the same door he’s gone to for the past 19 days. What do I even say? Why am I here? They didn’t say they’d work on the project today. His hand raised for the buzzer.

“Coming…” Dull. A very dull voice. “Come on in, miso’s in the pot. I’ll be in my room laying down, we can just do it tomorrow or something.”

“But that would put us–”

“Behind schedule I know, shut up. Please.” He frowned at their small pleading. I don’t like that they have to plead. “If you want to you can work on it yourself…”

“But that wasn’t-”

“A part of the deal I know, it’s just a suggestion. Take it or leave it, miso’s still yours.”

“Oh.. okay then.” As they left, Onion felt bitter guilt rising in him. He looked at the miso and sighed before pulling out his laptop and getting to work. Might as well as payment for the miso. He swiftly got to work as Y/N stayed silent in their room.

2 days.

Onion finished the last of his typing, the kitchen was oddly silent as there was no miso being cooked and no Y/N to bother him. Y/N just let Onion in, apologizing for the lack of miso or food, and tried to turn him away, but Onion persisted that it didn’t matter. They let Onion do what he wanted as they did the same as they did before, retreating back to their room in silence. Yet Onion completed the project yesterday. It was a minor error that needed to be corrected, one colon needed to make the code work. When he found the error, all he could do was chuckle a bit before staring at Y/N’s room.

“Why can’t I just leave,” Onion whispered to himself as he stared at his laptop in frustration.

“No one said you can’t,” Y/N muttered, walking over to the fridge to get water.

“I know,” Onion spat. “I don’t know shallot, doesn’t seem like it,” Y/N spoke in a flat sing-song tone.

“Could you just, shut up already, damn,” he spat. Y/N carried no response. They stood in place, the chill of the open fridge numb to their body as they stared into the light illuminating the numerous food products inside. “Y/N…?” They closed the fridge as if on autopilot and made their way back into their room, their heart weighing heavy as an ache formed in their chest, their cheeks damp. Damn it.

24 hours.

No knock today. The miso sat on the stove for 3 hours, cold, and untouched. Y/N waited hours, even after they poured the miso down the drain. Part of them laughed at themselves for waiting, yet the other part made them ache. Of course, he got tired of me like everyone else. The silence of their apartment bothered them, the lights and blinds all dimmed. They stared at the freshly bought miso packets, the weight of their assignments and lectures missing pushed on their heart and crushed it as their tears fell.

22 hours.

“Oh,” was all Y/N could muster when they received an email from Onion telling them to get on the link to the project presentation. Not a single “sorry” or “Are you okay” was typed out. They grabbed their laptop and moved it from their bed to their desk as they prepared for another night in bed alone again. Their assignments could wait just a bit longer.

21 hours, 3AM.

Three knocks.

“Hey, sorry I was finishing up the work in the library.” Oh? Y/N could smell the bullshit coming from him.

“Oh, it’s fine, don’t worry,” was all they could muster in response.

“Okay, here I’ll make miso. I don’t smell miso, so I guess it’s safe to assume you haven’t been making any. I’m sorry for ghosting,” Onion gave a sheepish smile. What the hell do you mean sorry? Their chest aches even more at the sight of his small smile.

They talked for a while on the couch about the assignments Y/N had been missing while the TV ran some background noise for them. Turns out Onion and Y/N were excused from some extra tutoring that other students were given in the class, so it wasn’t too bad. Y/N still had some work to do, but Onion mentioned how he finished the assignment way before, hence the email to check on the file. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief.

“Why don’t I make us some miso soup for once,” Onion asked. Y/N raised a brow at this in mocking offense.

“You, my guest, cooking? Hell no.” Onion scoffed.

“Just rest.”

“No I’ll make it–”

“Literally shut the fuck up and go.”

“Fine.” Y/N pushed themselves off of the couch and semi-stopped over to their bed before plopping on it dramatically. Onion walked in to make sure they were actually in bed before grabbing an extra blanket that sat on their chair and layering it on them. Y/N side-eyed his every move the entire time as he did. Their heart had a warm ache this time while Onion shut the door.

“Where the fuck do they put the pots.” Now that Onion was tasked with “taking care” of Y/N, he realized he had no idea where anything was. He sighed before going through each cabinet one by one. Y/N heard the cabinets opening and closing before smiling softly to themselves. Wait, what.

The weight lifted from their shoulder. The heaviness of the world had gone. They took a deep breath, sinking back into the soft blankets once more.

20 hours, 4AM.

“Damn this is good, what kind of crack did you put,” Y/N enthused.

“Just some extra ingredients I brought,” Onion replied. Y/N froze. “I didn’t fucking poison it dumbass.”

“Well how am I supposed to know, hm?” Y/N spat.

“We’re eating food… from the same pot.”

“Oh yeah huh.” Y/N hastily resumed their eating as Onion shook his head. Y/N pondered as they ate. “Hey… you’ve been acting different lately. You’re less…”

“Less what?”

“Less annoying,” Y/N deadpanned.

“...thanks?”

“You’re more… enjoyable to be around I guess.” Onion felt his face go a bit warm, having never heard those from their voice. He stared down at his bowl as he felt it go to his ears. “Woah,” he heard Y/N say. “You’re red as fuck.”

“Yeah, wonder who’s fault that is,” Onion retorted. Y/N chuckled at that as they stood up to grab more soup. The TV was all that filled the room as Onion felt his brain restarting. Rain began to patter against the windows. “I guess you’re not that annoying too, enjoyable, even…” Y/N froze up too, almost dropping the soup filled ladle. They quickly shook their head as they put the bowl back on the table, mimicking what Onion had just done. Shyness is cute on them…? Onion was considering things immensely now.

With the change in attitude from his supposed academic rival, his emotions have been askew these past days. The lack of brattiness left a hole. Something, such as a shift in the force, had changed his whole routine entirely.

“Fuck off,” Y/N spat.

“Nah.”

“Whore.”

“Eat shit and die,” Onion smirked.

“That’s my fucking line,” Y/N gasped dramatically at their own words being used against them.

“Oh whatever,” Onion chuckled fondly.

19 hours, 5AM.

The two sat in Y/N’s living room now as they chatted and argued about anything they could find. During Onion’s dramatic listing of every time he’s won against Y/N, he noticed them staring long and hard at their bedroom door.

“Earth to dumbass, what’s up?”

“I should get a start on some of my other assignments. So close to finishing yet...” Y/N let out a harsh sigh. “You probably want to head back to yours anyways.” Onion sat upright at this. “See, like a fucking dog–”

“No.” Y/N raised an eyebrow?

“Fuck you mean, no?” Onion himself didn’t even know what he meant.

“No as in… I’m not going home?”

“Suit yourself.” Y/N got up and went to their bedroom, leaving Onion dumbfounded on the couch.

No? What am I even going to do here… He took a deep breath before walking over to Y/N’s bedroom. They were already at work on their laptop.

“Hey, I’m gonna go,” Onion muttered.

“Figured, I’ll see you out then.” Y/N led the way to the door while Onion trudged along behind them with his work bag.

“Are you actually showing up tomorrow,” Onion snickered. His face turned to an unreadable expression the second he noticed Y/N look away silently with a stone face as they pondered it.

“Nah, fuck that,” Y/N chuckled dryly. An idea popped into Onion’s mind.

“Burned out?”

“What?” Y/N knew what he was talking about of course, but the fact that Onion even questioned it felt out of character for him. “So what if I am,” Y/N snapped.

“Well… you know that’s not healthy…” Onion started.

“Yes, but it got everything done so I don’t see why—”

“Because you worried me.” Y/N’s eyes widened.

“I worried you?”

“Yes.” By now the both of them were staring at each other in the entrance to Y/N’s apartment, neither of them moving and the silence filled with their heavy breaths. Onion stepped forth and held out both of his hands. Y/N gave a sharp look at him as he gestured towards them, keeping them outstretched. Y/N hesitantly put their hands in his.

“You can’t just say that…”

“I can’t?” They dropped his hands.

“No, it.. It’s confusing for me.” Onion leaned against the wall, shoving his hands in his jacket pocket.

“It’s confusing for me too, you know,” Onion whispers, averting his gaze to the ground. Perhaps if he stared hard enough, the wall and him would combine as one and he’d be able to leave. Taking care of his little siblings was one thing, comforting someone his age was another. There was a reason he resorted to talking to his friends online.

“Hey…” Y/N stepped forward, their hand twitching. “What’s on your mind, if you don’t mind my asking?” A faint smile was painted on his face. After all this, they’re still so kind.

“I.. don’t mind per say.” His bag weighed heavily on his shoulder, pulling his heart to the ground in ache. “I’m just not sure I know how exactly to say,” he sighed. A gentle finger laced with one of his own as Y/N hooked them together. Looking up in confusion, they dragged him over to the sofa.

“Let’s start from the beginning shall we?”

After a couple hours, the two had made up that night, and with help from Y/N’s visitor and a sleepover numerous late assignments were turned in. Now, it’s been a whole week since that night.

“Hey, you know you don’t have to keep coming over,” Y/N laughed as they stirred the miso in the pot as normal. This routine came back immediately. Onion coming over to Y/N’s, the smell of miso soup filling the apartment after settling down for a few minutes. A chat about interests along with plenty of time for assignments.

“Yeah well, you make my day plenty more interesting, ‘you know,’” Onion mocked. Feigning offense, the miso soup pot was set in the middle of the counter with a cork mat underneath. As Onion grabbed himself a portion, Y/N strolled over to the TV and turned it on for background noise.

“Yeah yeah, oh how I must brighten your oh so, dark, dreadful, drowsy days.” Laughter filled the apartment, almost drowning out the TV noise.

“...festival lasts for a few days, but, due to fortunate circumstances, will be held during local schools' vacation days.” The TV listed the dates as the two college students looked at each other. “Not to mention, the Winter Festival is known for the competitive nature that it brings to it’s attendees with the plethora of games, contests, and more, only here at…”

“That’s our Winter break dates huh…” Onion smirked.

Y/N cleared their throat. “Would you care to join me to this, uh, ‘friendly’ festival?”

“Oh,” Onion leaned forward. “It’s on.”

#onionthief #blooming panic x reader #bloomic #blooming panic #mc #fanfic #fanfiction

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laneynoir · 1 year

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Legolas x reader

Word count: 1900

Request (that i took way to long to start) for @jaimelamour

- archery practice with Legolas!! cute light-hearted drabble idea:)) reader/legolas getting flustered at the close proximity, fumbling hands, the Pining!!,,,,this idea is so cliche but sooo cute

(Also, I again borrowed a charactor from @sotwk go check out Naneth' s stuff, its truly amazing)

This was not a good idea. This was an awful idea. This was absurd. Who even thought of this?

Ah, yes. Of course.

Honestly sometimes you wish you could pull a Merriadoc and get kidnapped by a tree, just so you could stop making such rediculouse decisions.

A voice calling your name pulls you from your thoughts, leaving a smile to settle at the sight of Sam infront of you. He holds a plate of creamy looking... Something. "Hello Sam, what is it that smells so delightful?"

"Why it's scalloped potatoes Mx. Y/n." He blushes a bit at the compliment, an endearing sight, and one which fills you with a strange feeling of mixed mourning and hope. "I was going to see if you would like some?"

Grining you give him your permission to load up your plate, realizing to late that he is still more accustomed to feeding those with Hobbiton appetite, and you've now got more of the spuds than you could ever manage eat. Still, nothing Samwise has ever cooked could be turned down, and you dig in.

The hardonic taste of garlic, onion, and somthing else that you can't place, bloom on your tounge, sharply reminding you of the lack of prior meal. "Mister Gamgee, you have my heart, soul, sword, and boots. Stake my life on it, this is the most superb meal I've ever had the pleasure to taste!"

Sam shuffles his feet, embarrassed by the kind words. "You can keep your boots please -nasty foot prisons really- tis hardly a meal. I only made enough for appetizers." He nods politly to someone behind you before scurrying off.

You scoop up another fork full the the food, letting out a small moan of appreciation. "Whomever is behind me can take a seat, I dont bite."

A strangely pink faced Legolas sits oposit you, a small smirk as he speaks, "I know for a fact that your words are false, I need not elven eyes to have noticed the sizable chunk you tore from one orc."

"That doesn't count." At his humorously disbelieving facial expression you shrug. "Fine then, I promise I don't usually bite pretty princesses. Better?"

His only response is a small laugh. "May I purloin some of your potatoes?" You nod, and after a short search you find an extra fork, though not another plate.

His eyes light up in delight when he takes a bite and you smile, staring a bit to long for it to be considered entierly friendly, though thankfully he seems not to notice.

"So... Did you come only to steal my food, or did you have an alternate motive?" Legolas blinks, looking at thr plate with a guilty expression that you wave away.

Shaking his head he answers. "I was intending to ask if you wished to start your lesson, but did not wish to interupt your mealtime."

The mental This Is Still A Bad Idea reminder goes off, but the Prince's hopeful expression is more than enough to hit snooze.

"You're not interrupting, truthfully I was jot even planning on eating before Sam brought these to me. He is truly to sweet for his own good." Your eyes are on the plate before you, so you do not see the crease that apears between Legolas' eyes.

"If you are willing, I have found a suitable range at which to practice, as well as a bow that I believe with suit your draw strength."

"What I can't use your's?" You tease, looking up in time to see a strange flicker in your friend's -for this is what he is, no more- eyes. It is gone almost as quickly as it came, and you do not dwell on it.

"I- I would allow you, of course, but the bows of Lothlórien are meamt for a more expirianced-"

You raise and eyebrow, mouth firmly set into a line so as not to laugh. "Are you saying I am week my prince? If that is the case, I beg you simply get to the point." His eyes are (beautiful, how are eyes allowed to be so-) immediately blown wide, as he turns an interesting shade of sunkissed rose gold.

The blush extends all the way to the tips of his ears, and you have the strangest urge to trace the path of pink with your fingertips. Instead you interupt his sooft panicking, "I was joking, Legolas, I understand that you know much more about your weapon than I can ever hope to, and I trust you completely."

Legolas nods and a small smile appears. "I hold your trust as my most valued prize from this terrible war, I know it is hard won."

His gaze holds yours steadily, so you shoce a bite of potato in your mouth before you do something stupid, like kissing the Prince of Greenwood.

Not long after, you stand at the entrance to a long rectangular courtyard. This is going to be fun, you tell yourself. You're going to learn things, and shoot a bow, amd stop waching Legolas so closely.

Knowing full well that at least half of your thoughts were empty of any hope, you step in to meet the resident blond elf. And for the love of the green lady, does he have to be so perfect? The light of the afternoon sun glints off of his hair, making it look as if it glows, while accepting his figure at the same time. He holds a bow that is smaller than his usual choice, runing his hand along the wood, appraising.

He gestures for you to come closer, which you do of course. You would go spelunking in the ruin of Isengaurd is he asked you to.

"That's where we'll start, if that is okay?"

For a terrifying second, you fear that you've spoken alloud, and this only slightly fades whem you realize that he's been speaking for a time already.

Mentaly shaking yourself, you nod, pleading with your inner monolouge to be quiet and let you focouse. Shockingly, it does not comply.

Legolas shows you the beginner stance, which feels slightly odd after your sword training, but you catch on pretty quickly. The proximity of Legolas to yourself is nonexistent, and there are more than one instances which almost convince you that he is deliberately trying to fluster you.

When he shows you the apropriate hold on the bow, his hands ghost over your own, positioning them to perfection, and nearly causing you to drop the weapon. He steps back after telling you to draw the bow, but cautioning against sharply relising the string, as there is no arrow and it would split the wood.

Legolas nods, satisfied when you slowly relieve pressure from the string. He pauses a moment, seeming unsure, so you tilt you head in silent question. Eyes trailing over your arms, which are bared against the day's bright heat.

"You do not have you vambraces?" The question is more of an acknowledgment, but you incline your head in response regardless. In a second I unties the leather string holding his own in place, loosening then just enough to slide from his forearms.

Avert you eyes spawn of chicken, your brain reminds you.

After pulling both of the simple deep brown articles off he looks at you, raised eyebrow, and gestures for your arm. You hold the bow in one hand, and with nowhere to put it, you extend the other for Legolas.

The leather is warm still from his skin as it slides against your skin, and to prevent a shudder, you say; "You dont have to give me these you know, I'd be fine."

Legolas smiles, softly as always. "Fine perhaps, but few deserve pain, least of all perfection, and if I am in a position to keep you from it I will." The ernesty in his voice suprised you, and you feel a red cross your face, not caused by the heat.

"What do these markings mean?" Legolas' hands still for a breath, freezing from the tightening of laces. Quickly you stumble back from your words. "I do not wish to pry, please forgive-"

"No!" He shakes his head, and the tears in his eyes send a flash of guilt through you. "Please do not apologize. Some of them are mearly ornamentalb but this one," he is tracing an indent. "Is the mark of my... Teacher." Drawing a breath he whispers a name. "Gelir"

You let the silence stretch out, before; "I'm sorry for your loss, was he your..."

Legolas looks up with alarm, and surprisingly, a laugh. "No, Gelir was my brother, and the finest hand with a bow or beast to ever walk the natural earth."

On impulse, you reach out, placing a hand on his cheek. "I feel quite treble now, and not a little embarrassed. Is there anything I can do?"

His smile has returned, and you are glad for it. "I will tell you if I think of anything."

Pulling the second knot tight, Legolas releases your arm, something you are both relived for, and dissapointed. "Now I get to shoot right?" When he nods you take up your position.

Arrow fitted to the string you exhale as you release, frowning when it misses the target entirely. Suddenly there is a presance at your back, shifting your feet slightly, and repositioning your arms.

Legolas remains against you, hands on yours as you draw back again, this time hitting near center.

You turn excitedly to him, foot twisting in the process on an unforseen length of rope that lies half buried in the ground. Legolas catches you before you can fall, and for a brief moment you think he is about to kiss you. But he helps you back to your feet, smirking all the while.

"Of course I fall. This must be a murder attempt." You grump, pleased when he laughs quietly.

"What's this?" You glance to the ground noticing a glint of dark green. You bend down to retrieve it, only to feel you head make contact with another.

Legolas let's out a hissing noise, and the stone is gone from your thoughts. "Legolas?"

"I am fine, though it seems you have caught me."

And you have, as his hair is tangled around the pin on your shoulder. You look to his face, "Only after I fell for you."

His eyes widen, though he makes no sighn of discomfort. "Here is your stone"

You shake your head quickly. "I should like you to keep it, if you will."

Legolas tilts his head to the side. "My best friend married a dwarf, I know what this is."

You tilt your chin defiantly. "Good."

His face is still blank as you reath sharply. "I think I know what you can do for me."

Meet inches away from him you ask, "And what would that be my prince?"

Without a word he closes the gap, kissing you with far more zeel than you could have expected. The hand you'd earlier placed on his cheek now finds it's way to his neck, holding him close when you lips disconnect.

Forhead rested against his, you close his still open hand around the leaf shaped emerald. "I'm afraid you're stuck with me now."

"Well yes," he agrees. "My hair is still caught on your broach."

#legolas #legolas x reader #my fic #mentions of #tauriel x kili #lotr #lord of the rings #writing #post war of the ring

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karatehusbandos · 4 months

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Merry Christmas @beetlepassing, I got you for secret santa! I decided to write a lawrusso oneshot for you. Hope you enjoy it and have a lovely Christmas:))

Hey Daniel.” Johnny said as he gave Daniel a quick peck on the lips.

“Hey Johnny.” He replied smiling.

“Did you already make the risotto?”

“Hm? Risotto?”

“You know, for Jimmy's Christmas Dinner.”

“That's tomorrow.”

“That's tonight."

Daniel rushed over to the calendar in the kitchen. He saw: ‘CHRISTMAS DINNER’ marked on 24th December in red marker and all in caps.

“Oh shit!” Daniel exclaimed.

“It's fine. We have 40 minutes.”

“Okay so it takes 30 minutes to make the risotto and then we have an extra 10 minutes to get ready.”

Daniel was pacing around the room. He was stressed and sweating, fiddling with fingers and taking deep breaths.

Johnny put his hands on Daniel's shoulder and made him stand still. “Daniel. It's okay. I'll help you make it, okay?”

“Wait really?”

“Yes, of course. Tell me what to do.”

“Okay, I need the Arborio rice, butter, onions, white wine, chicken stock, vegtable oil, parmesan cheese and fresh parsley.”

Johnny started rummaging around the kitchen getting everything out. He got the rice, butter, onions, white wine, chicken stock, vegetable oil, cheese and parsley.

“Oh, thank you.” Daniel sighed. “I just need to measure everything out now.” He rummaged around the cabinets. “Where are those darn measuring cups. I kept forgetting where they go."

“You mean these measuring cups?” Johnny asked.

Daniel turned and saw Johnny, hands full of measuring cups of different quantities. He placed them all down on the counter. “What next?”

Daniel smiled. “What would I ever do without you.” He kissed Johnny on the cheek. “Okay I need 1 quarter of chicken broth, a tablespoon vegetable oil, 1 tablespoon of butter, half a cup of onion- oh, shit, I need to dice the onions.”

“Okay, I can dice the onions and you can measure the broth, oil and butter, okay?”

Daniel nodded and started to measure it out. Johnny got a chopping board out and started to dice the onions.

“How much diced onions do you need?” Johnny asked.

“Half a cup.”

Johnny measured out half a cup of onions afte he finished dicing them. “Anything else?”

Daniel was measuring the butter. “Can you measure the rice. One and a half a cup.”

“On it.” Johnny opened the rice packet and got a half a cup. He tried his best not to spill the rice everywhere. “Okay, got it.”

Daniel put down the half cup of white wine he prepared. “Okay we got all the ingredients ready. Now time to actually cook. Uhmmm. Could you get me 2 pans, please?”

Johnny got 2 pans out of the bottom cabinet. “Done.”

Daniel took the pans and put them on the stove. He turned them on and then started to pour the chicken broth into one pan and left it to simmer. In the other pan, he put the vegetable oil, butter and onions in. He handed Johnny a wooden spoon.

“I taught you how to sauté. Do you think you can do it?” Daniel asked.

“Uhmm. Sure.” Johnny agreed. He took Daniel's spot in front of the pot and started to sauté the mixture. “How long do I do it for?”

“2-3 minutes.”

3 minutes later, Johnny finished gave thr wooden spoon to Daniel. Daniel put the rice in and started to sauté.

“Our mums are coming to the dinner too, right?” Daniel asked.

“Yup.”

“Do you know what they're making?”

“I think my mum's helping yours make tiramisu.”

“Oh! My mums tiramisu is the best! You're gonna love it.”

Daniel finished sautéing the rice and the wine. He would put in one cup of the vegetable broth in the rice and then stir it for about 1-2 minutes before adding another cup of the broth and stirring again.

“Hey, why don't I do that for you? You can start to get ready. Maybe even pick put a good outfit for me.” Johnny asked.

“Thank you, Johnny. Make sure you add a cup of chicken broth, stir it for 1 to 2 minutes and repeat the process until there's no more chicken broth.” Daniel kissed Johnny's lips before rushing up the stairs to their room.

Johnny added the chicken broth to the rice, stirred it for a minute or 2 and then repeated the process, just like Daniel had told him to do.

A few minutes later, he finished adding the rest of the chicken broth. He turned the stove off and ran upstairs to Daniel.

Daniel came back down in a magenta button up and black pants.

“You look great.” Johnny said as he gave Daniel a kiss.

“Thank you. Go get ready, I'll finish this off real quick.”

Daniel took over as Johnny went upstairs to get ready too. He took the pot off the stove and put it on a board on the counter. The added the parmesan cheese, salt and pepper, butter and stared it well. Then, he cut up parsley and put that on top. He placed the risotto in a white porcelain dish with a lid. Just in time for Johnny to come down all dressed up. He was wearing a dark green button up and beige pants.

“That looks great on you.” Daniel told him with a soft smile.

“Thank you. Everything ready?” He asked.

“Yes.” Daniel picked up the porcelain dish “Let's get going.”

They put on their shoes on and got in Johnny's car.

“I'm a little worried.” Dani blurted. “What if its not good? What if no one likes it?”

“Daniel, everyone's gonna love it.”

“How'd you know that?”

“Well Daniel. Firstly, you're a LaRusso. LaRusso's cam never go wrong with their cooking. And secondly, because your cooking is great no matter what.”

“You think so?”

“Yes.”

A few minutes later, they reached Jimmy's house where everyone else was already there.

“Are we late?” Daniel asked.

“Can't be.” Johnny replied.

They both went in to the dining room where everyone was putting their food down on the table and getting ready to sit down.

“Are we late?” Daniel asked Jimmy.

“Holy hell what took you gu-” Dutch started to say.

Quickly, Jimmy hit Dutch lightly before he could finish his sentence. “You guys are on time. Sit down.”

Daniel set the risotto down on the table before sitting down with Johnny. Johnny felt hands wrap around his neck and a wet kiss on his cheek. He could smell a familiar perfume.

“Hey Johnny!” Laura greeted placing another kiss on Johnny's cheek. “How are you?”

“Doing great mum. Where's Lucille?”

Lucille was engulfing Daniel in a warm hug. “Looks like you made risotto, huh? Well you're gonna love the tiramisu. Laura helped me made it.”

“Can't wait ma.” Daniel replied.

Soon enough, everyone settled down and ate. Jimmy made kebabs, Tommy made salads, Dutch made steak, Lucille and Laura made tiramisu.

They all ate and drank the wine Laura bought happily whilst talking amongst themselves cheerfully, like a happy family. Smiles and laughs came from everyone during the dinner. Everyone was happy.

“Daniel, this risotto is great!” Tommy said.

“Yeah it's amazing.” Jimmy agreed.

Soon, a flood of compliments cake form everyone, telling Daniel how great the risotto was.

“Thank you guys. The food everyone made is amazing too.” Daniel replied.

Johnny held Daniel's hand under table and smiled at him warmly. It was a sweet smile but his eyes playfully said told you they'd like it.

After dinner finished, everyone helped with washing up and tidying even though Jimmy insisted he could get the butlers to do it.

Johnny and Daniel got home and took a shower before throwing themselves into bed and cuddling up with each other.

“I told you everyone would like it.” Johnny said smiling at Daniel cheerfully.

“Thank you, Johnny.”

Daniel kissed Johnny on the lips. It was short but sweet and compassionate at the same time. They both pulled away and smiled at each other before falling fast asleep in each others arms.

I hope you liked it :)) merry Christmas and have a happy new year !!!

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Hold On to Me When It's Too Dark to See You

"I did two tours in the Army and have been in the LAPD enough years to make it to Sergeant. I've never been taken but Lucy is only a P2, and she's already been kidnapped twice. How is that fair?"

"Life isn't fair," Angela said as a way of an explanation. "I get what that feels like, thinking you've let someone down. Feeling like you weren't there when they needed you. The guilt eats at you. But this isn't your fault. Lucy being kidnapped by Caleb and now once again, it isn't your fault."

Tim turned his head to look at Angela, a sad, knowing look on his face. "Jackson dying wasn't your fault. You didn't fail him." She made a noise that said she disagreed, but Tim shook his head, cutting off whatever she wanted to say. "If this isn't my fault, then Jackson isn't your fault either. We did the best we could for our rookies, and we know this is a tough job. We accept the risks, for us and for them."

Lucy is kidnapped, again, and Tim is left heartbroken and uncertain, realizing he was so sure they had a long-term future together, but now he doesn't even know if they will have a tomorrow as their team scrambles to find her.

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Chapter 1

Tim walked into Lucy's apartment and was immediately hit by the smell of something burning. Without taking off his shoes or backpack, he rushed to the kitchen to find the sauce on the pan nearly evaporated, and onions, garlic, and peppers charred and stuck to the bottom of the pan. He turned the stove off and faced the living room again. The ambiance was dim, with only a few lit candles arranged haphazardly around the room - far fewer than the usual amount for one of Lucy's romantic evenings in. He also spotted the lighter he had seen many times before discarded on the ground.

"Lucy?" Tim called out, but only silence answered him.

"Tamara?" Still no response.

He dropped his backpack and ran to Lucy's room, forgoing knocking and nearly breaking the door down. He searched in the room, bathroom, closet, and even out the window, but there was no sign of either of them. Moving on to Tamara's room, he knocked softly at first, then more frantically until he pushed the door open. His face fell when he saw it was empty too.

Back in the living room, Tim made three calls. The first to Lucy rang for what felt like forever before going to voicemail, the second to Tamara went straight to voicemail, and the third to Angela, who thankfully picked up.

"What's up, everything okay?" Angela greeted, already sounding concerned. Tim and Angela had been best friends for a long time, but they rarely called each other unless it was a holiday, one of their birthdays, or they were making plans.

"Hey, I need you," he said urgently. "Lucy's gone." He closed his eyes tightly and willed his tears back. Saying the words out loud made things more real and it hurt so damn much.

"Gone?" Angela asked, and Tim could see her frown through the line. "Wait, did she brea-"

Tim cut her off with a pained sound at the back of his throat. "No, not like that. She's been taken," he explained, his voice strained.

"What?" Angela stuttered in shock. "I just saw Lucy at the station two hours ago."

"Yes, and I saw her this morning, but now she's gone," Tim rushed to say, knowing they were already many steps behind and running out of time.

Angela talked to someone in the background, presumably Wesley, but the white noise in his head was too loud and he couldn't make out the words. "Tim, I'm putting you on speaker. Start from the beginning, what happened?"

Tim tried to remain calm and explained everything. He listed the steps that led to his discovery in a robotic, stoic tone, like when he talked to victims or suspects, but Angela hummed, and he knew she could hear the panic hidden behind his words. He was trying to detach himself from the words coming out of his mouth but each one left a trail of heartbreak behind.

"Is it normal for Tamara's phone to be off?" Angela asked.

Tim took a moment to think through her question before he replied, "Yes, but only if she's on an exam or something. It's finals week, so it makes sense."

Angela hummed in understanding. "Okay. Does anything look off?"

Tim heard a door closing and quick footsteps through the phone's speaker, and it spurred him on. He looked around the living room, noticing that nothing was really out of place. "No, but…" He trailed off, and really looked. "Wait, yes. But only if you look hard enough. If you know what you're looking for."

Angela sighed, and Tim knew he sounded crazy even to someone who knew him as well as her. "Okay, Bradford. You're not making much sense, but here's what we're going to do," she said. "I'm on my way there. Wes already called Grey, and he's having Thorsen or Nolan pick up Tamara. And I'll call Harper when we hang up."

Angela fell silent, and Tim could hear movement on the phone, so he knew she was keeping her word. Wesley talked to Angela before she asked, "Do you know Tamara's class?"

Tim thought back to the previous nights and eventually settled on what he thought was the right answer. "Last few times I was here, she mentioned studying for Sociology and Analytics, so if I had to guess, I'd say it's one of those two."

"Okay, that's good. Thank you," Angela said.

Tim nodded, even though Angela couldn't see him, but his mind was running through a loop of worst-case scenarios, and he struggled to shake them off.

"Tim?" Angela's voice cut through his thoughts.

"Yeah?" He replied, his voice tight with anxiety.

"Calm down, I promise we will figure this out. I will be there soon," Angela reassured him.

Tim took a deep breath and tried to calm his racing thoughts. He nodded again, grateful for Angela's support. As she hung up, a tear rolled down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it away, determined to stay strong for Lucy.

-x-x-x-

As he waited, Tim retraced his steps, hoping to find something he had missed in Lucy's apartment, but the search was as fruitless as the first. Exhausted and disheartened, he slumped against the wall, burying his head in his knees.

As his mind ran through a new list of worst-case scenarios, the sound of the elevator bell interrupted his thoughts, and Tim found himself enveloped in an embrace from Angela. She held him tightly, offering him the comfort and support he desperately needed.

After a moment, Angela pulled back and instructed Tim to wait for the others to arrive while she started searching. "Don't bother. I already tried," Tim said, his eyes downcast.

But Angela, being a detective and his best friend, was determined to help. "Let me try, yeah?" she said, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We'll find her."

Tim nodded and sat down on the ground, pulling out his phone to call Lucy once again. But all he got was her smiling face staring back at him from her profile picture. "Where are you, Luce?" he whispered to himself.

Needing a distraction, he scrolled through his camera roll, looking at pictures of Lucy. Each image felt like a fresh stab in the heart, but he needed to remind himself of the good times to get through this ordeal. He was lost in thought when Angela's voice brought him back to the present.

Angela poked her head out from the door and fixed her gaze on Tim. "Hey, do you happen to know the code to Lucy's alarm system? I want to make sure it hasn't been tampered with," she said with urgency, her voice tinged with worry.

"Yeah, it's my badge number," Tim replied, dragging his fingers through his hair.

Angela rolled her eyes fondly, amused at the sweetness of their relationship. "Any security cameras?" she asked, continuing her search.

Tim pointed to a camera on top of a bookcase, then explained, "I'd forgotten she even had one. Nolan, Jackson and I helped her set it up after… Caleb."

"Okay, that's good. I'll call Grey to get us access," Angela said, stepping away to make the call.

As she waited for Grey's response, Angela noticed the numerous candles scattered throughout the room. "Does Lucy always have this many candles?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.

Tim nodded somberly, but a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Angela shook her head in disbelief. "I hope you guys have the fire department and Bailey on speed dial," she added, half-jokingly.

Despite the gravity of the situation, they both chuckled before Tim was overcome with emotion. "Come here," Angela said softly. She hugged him tightly, offering words of comfort and reminding him that they would find Lucy, her own tears finally falling as Tim's soaked through her shirt.

After a few minutes, they resumed their search, checking every nook and cranny in Lucy's apartment. As they combed through the kitchen, Tim noticed a small slip of paper sticking out from beneath the burnt remains of the vegetables. He felt a knot form in his stomach as he carefully retrieved the paper and read the message scrawled on it.

-x-x-x-

Tim stared at nothing in particular, his heart racing as he read the words over and over in his mind. 'We have your girl. We will be in contact soon.' He had handed the note to Angela, who immediately pulled out her phone and called the station, but the words were seared on his brain.

"They're sending a forensic unit," she said, hanging up. "Nolan and Juarez are heading back to the station to start checking cameras nearby. Grey and Harper are almost here."

Tim's mind was spinning as he took the note back from Angela. He couldn't help but think about the last time Lucy was kidnapped, buried alive in a barrel. That day he had promised himself nothing bad would happen to her again, but he had failed. "I can't do this again, Ange," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "How am I supposed to go through this again?"

Angela reached over to squeeze his forearm. "I'm sorry, Tim. I wish I could say you don't have to, but you do. We all do. But you're not alone. Lucy is not alone. And we will do everything we can to find her."

Tim nodded, fresh tears glimmering in his eyes, and he brushed them away roughly. "I did two tours in the Army and have been in the LAPD enough years to make it to Sergeant. I've never been taken but Lucy is only a P2, and she's already been kidnapped twice. How is that fair?"

"Okay," Angela agreed, taking a deep breath, then added, "But I'll be damned if we're both losing our rookies, especially when Lucy is so much more than that for you. We have to find her."

Tim swallowed hard and nodded, his mind racing with the possibilities of where Lucy could be and who could have taken her. And even though his heart felt heavy with worry and fear, he willed himself to stay calm and focused so he could find her before it was too late.

-x-x-x-

Commander Grey and Detective Harper arrived at Lucy's apartment floor just as Tim and Angela finished talking. Grey acknowledged them with a nod and entered the apartment, Harper trailing behind. Once inside, Tim led them through the apartment, pointing out details that were off. He gestured to the half-lit candles and the dirty dishes in the sink, explaining that Lucy never left them that way. He also mentioned the open blinds, which was unusual because Lucy always closed them at night. To an outsider, everything may have seemed normal, but to Tim, it was clear that something was off.

After they finished the tour, Grey and Harper continued searching before they conferred quietly in the kitchen, their expressions grim. Tim watched as they talked but he couldn't hear what they were saying, but he knew it couldn't be good news. When Grey's phone beeped, he pulled it out of his pocket and checked the notification.

"Access to Lucy's security system has been granted," he announced, pocketing his phone. "Let's see what we can find."

They all gathered around Grey's tablet, and he started clicking through the video footage. Tim's heart raced as he watched the familiar living room and kitchen come into view. There was Lucy, standing at the stove, stirring a pot. She looked so peaceful, so happy, and it made Tim's chest ache.

As they watched, the doorbell rang. Lucy checked her phone, frowned, and walked to the door; phone still pressed tightly in her palm. Tim felt a lump form in his throat. He knew what was coming, but he couldn't stop himself from watching.

Lucy peered through the peephole, and her expression changed. She tensed, but she still opened the door. Tim's heart raced even faster. He knew this was where it all went wrong.

On the video, they saw a man holding out a piece of paper to Lucy. She looked at it, then back at the man. The tension was palpable as she hesitated, but ultimately nodded and followed him out of the door. They caught a glimpse of the man's face as he turned, but it wasn't clear enough for a positive ID. Then, another figure with their face obscured by a hood came into view, making their way to the kitchen. They did something out of frame, and then quickly left. A few seconds later, the front door closed, and the image remained undisturbed until an hour later when Tim came inside and started his frantic search.

"Who is that?" Harper asked, rewinding the footage and pausing it on the man with the hood. "Can we enhance this? Get a clearer view of his face?"

Grey nodded and leaned forward; his eyes fixed on the screen. "I'll have the tech team work on it. But let's focus on the paper first. Can we see what it says?"

They watched as Lucy opened the door and the man handed her the paper. "It's too far to see clearly," Tim said, squinting at the screen. "It looks like there's a picture on it, but I can't tell what it is."

Harper leaned in, trying to get a better look. "It looks like a photo. Maybe they were trying to show her something," she said, her brows furrowed in concentration.

"Or someone," Angela proposed sternly. "Maybe they were trying to send a message."

"Either way, we need to find out what that picture is and what it means. Whatever it is, it's the only explanation why Lucy went along without a fight." Tim clenched his fists, feeling a surge of anger and frustration. He couldn't stand the thought of Lucy being used as some kind of pawn in whatever this was.

Grey nodded, a grim expression on his face. "Agreed. We need to start digging and see if we can find any connections or leads. I already sent a copy of the video to have it analyzed."

"Meanwhile, we need to figure out who these guys are and what's their connection to Lucy. Our top priority is finding her," Harper reminded the group.

"We'll find them," Tim stated, determination ringing in his voice. "And we'll bring Lucy home."

-x-x-x-

Tim couldn't shake the feeling that there was something he was missing, so he watched the footage again and again. With each viewing, his fear and desperation grew, his heart racing with a sense of urgency that he hadn't known in years.

The first time he watched, he focused on the words being spoken. The second time, he tried getting something more off the quick glimpse he got of the kidnappers. The third time, he focused on Lucy's body language. It wasn't until the fifth try that he finally noticed.

"Hey, I think I've found something," Tim called out to Grey, Angela, and Harper as they joined him. He pointed to the screen where Lucy was being shown a picture. "Here, see how Lucy raises her arm? From the angle, I think she's reaching for her neck."

Tim paused the video and zoomed in on Lucy's necklace. "It's the necklace I gave her for Valentine's Day," he said. "It's small enough that she can wear it under her uniform, and she rarely takes it off now." He rewound the footage and played it again. "The necklace shifts when she raises her arm, so she must be holding it. I think she's trying to tell us something."

Harper raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Are you sure about that?" she asked. "Couldn't she be holding it for comfort or something?"

Tim shook his head, pointing to Lucy's fingers on her leg, even if he liked the thought of his gift bringing her comfort. "Watch her fingers here," he said as the video resumed. "I think she's using morse code to send us a message."

"How can you be so sure?" Angela asked, squinting at the blurry image on the screen.

"I just know, okay?" Tim huffed, but he seemed to catch his tone and raised his hands apologetically. "Lucy loves true crime," he started to explain, more calmly this time. "She always gets excited when someone uses morse code to send a message in a case. And look, she left her ring as a beacon for us to find her when Caleb took her. She's not wearing her ring now, but I'm sure she found another way to guide us."

The group exchanged dubious glances, but Grey decided to check it out. He made a call to the station, and when he hung up, he confirmed that it was indeed morse code. "T-A-M, over and over. Impressive."

"Tamara," Tim said, realization dawning on him. "Could she be in trouble too? What if she got taken before Lucy?"

"Let me call Thorsen." Angela stepped away, coming back a moment later looking positively relieved. "He's got her. She was almost done with her final and he decided to let her finish, but they're on their way to the station now."

As the group breathed a collective sigh of relief, Harper interjected. "Could this be about Tamara? Maybe somebody took Lucy to get to her."

Tim shook his head, but it was Angela who spoke up. "No, I think the picture was of Tim and Tamara. That's why Lucy touched her necklace and signaled Tamara's name. They probably threatened them, and that's why Lucy went along willingly."

Tim nodded, glad somebody finally caught up to his reasoning, even if he hated the idea that he'd been in any part responsible for what happened to Lucy.

"That makes sense," Grey acknowledged. "The note was addressed to Tim, after all."

Harper hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided on speaking her mind. "Whoever took Lucy must have been surveilling her long enough to know that they could use us as leverage to intimidate her."

Tim's eyes darkened, but he nodded in agreement.

"Alright, this is where we're at now," Grey began, surveying his officers. "I'm not going to try and call any of you off this case. I know you won't listen, and it would only put everyone in more danger. But we need to be smart about this. Someone was able to make Lucy go with them without a fight, and if we assume that they threatened the people closest to her, then we're all potentially in danger."

Grey paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing. "So, nobody is to be alone. You're always to be with someone whenever you leave the station. Lopez and Harper, you can stick together. Nolan and Juarez will be partnered up, and Thorsen will join them after he takes Tamara in safely."

"What about me?" Tim asked, feeling slightly excluded.

"You're coming with me and staying at the station," Grey said, rolling his eyes when Tim predictably protested. He ran a hand down his face and sighed deeply. "Bradford, we might all be at risk here, but if anyone knows Lucy well enough and has been surveilling her, they'll know that you're the most important person in her life. Not just because you're dating now, but because you've been close for a while, even if you were the last to realize it. I might be ending the day with one of my officers missing, but I won't start tomorrow with two of you unaccounted for."

Grey's words had a sense of finality to them, but Tim was nothing if not stubborn. "I'm not on patrol anymore. I'm Metro now. I'm not one of your officers," he tried.

"Oh, Tim. It doesn't matter where you work. You'll always be one of mine," Grey replied, patting him on the shoulder. "Now let's get to work. We have a lot of security footage to review. If someone really was surveilling Lucy, then that gives us plenty of opportunities to find them."

Tim forced a smile, although it didn't reach his eyes. He was still worried about Lucy, but he felt slightly more hopeful now that they had a plan. And if he was prepared to take matters into his own hands if reviewing security footage didn't yield any results, then nobody had to know.

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